Retro Muscle Daddy Bottoms for his Boy

Growing up in the 70's was the best, and everything about the fashion at the time was leaving little to the imagination especially when it came to the short shorts that the men were wearing at the time.   Another favorite are the flat front, tight high waist pants, and when it was made in polyester, the fit was more snug and the scent it would cause between a man's crotch was pure heaven.  Watching Brent's father, Steve, wearing such outfits was the immediate sign for Brent that he was interested in men at a very early age.

Steve walked inside the front door, away from the heat of the hot summer day, and mowing the lawn. His muscled body was glistening with sweat, and those cut off jean short shorts were sticking to his big round ass like a second skin. Steve was thick and juicy in all the best ways a man could be, the proportions on his body had both Men and Women attracted to him, and in the 70's, that was okay. Steve also possessed a very strong masculine aroma, the kind of guy that doesn't wear underarm deodorant, and only showers with a bar of Irish Spring soap.

When Steve took off his tight t-shirt, his hairy chest and hard nipples were a sight for Brent.

"Hey Son!" Steve said, using his t-shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"Hi Dad, sorry I couldn't help with the lawn, Mom wanted me to help her before she leaves for Grandma's house." Brent replied, trying not to stare at his Father's hunky body. The chest hairs on Steve were wet with sweat and his skin was glistening.

Brent just celebrated his sixteenth birthday last month, and all he felt from that was his raging hormones. Having such a masculine father like Steve, Brent was worried about his feelings he was having towards men, and how would Steve react to that if he told him.

Brent was sitting at the kitchen table when his Dad took a seat across from him. The body odor from Steve's sweat filled the kitchen immediately, Brent glanced down between Steven's thick hairy thighs, he took a quick glance of that huge, musky bulge. Steve crossed his leg onto his knee as he began to untie his dirty work boots that became his 'mowing the lawn boots' when Mom bought him a new pair for Christmas last year.

There was something about men's feet that Brent was finding himself attracted to, Steve composed the most perfect set of male feet, thick meaty man feet, perfectly groomed and soft as a baby, but the scent was always so ripe and strong. That scent would make Brent's cock rock hard the second he would get a whiff from them.

Steve began to untie his boot when Jill, Brent's mother, walked into the kitchen, she also admired Steve's glistening body for a moment until she saw his boot come off.

"Do you really have to do that at the kitchen table, Steve?" Jill said with a little nag in her tone.

Steve smiled and winked at Jill, then at Brent.

When Brent was a little boy, he loved when his Dad would come home and let him take his shoes off while he sat back on the couch. Steve would tease young Brent about how stinky Dad's feet are, then he would rub his foot over young little Brent's face. This is probably what started the obsession with men's feet for Brent at such a young age.

"I thought you were going to your mom's?" Steve said sarcastically, while smiling at Brent and taking off his other boots.

When Steve uncrossed his legs, Brent caught sight of Steve's massive ball sac, usually when Steve did yard work he went commando, this drove Jill crazy because of how damn sexy he looked. The whole neighborhood would seem to walk by, and Steve somewhat liked the attention, though most of the time he wasn't even paying attention to the wandering eyes all over his thick body.

Steve was that hunky man who did things unintentionally, like bending over to pick the newspaper in the morning. Steve would wear this short, short robe, no underwear on and with his thick, juicy body, Steve's curves were always on display for all the neighbors to enjoy, including some of the men.

"Watch it Mister!" Jill snapped back, "Or I am going to make you come with me."

Steve made a funny face behind Jill's back, then he pointed his leg straight towards her, and removed his sweaty sock, revealing the most beautiful, but smelly man's feet. Steve began to wiggle his thick toes at Jill, causing Brent to laugh, and again, Steve unintentionally looking so provocative with his thick hairy leg pointing at his wife, a spread eagle view in denim cut off short shorts for Brent to admire. Not to mention that musky odor Steve had, Brent felt his cock pressing hard against his tight briefs, when Steve rolled his stinking sock and threw it across the table playfully into Brent's face.

"Dad!" Brent laughed, he loved his father so much, but why was he becoming more and more attracted to him.

At a very young age, both Jill and Steve knew their son was special. Luckily for Brent, both his parents were the kind of parents that the other kids wish they had, this made it easy for Brent to reveal his sexuality to his mother when he turned thirteen. That was one of the perks of growing up in the 70's, things were more laid back and everyone seemed to love one another, at least that was the case with Brent's family.

FLASHBACK:

Jill loved her son so much and wanted to make sure he was protected in every way, she got up the courage one even to have this conversation with Steve.  As Jill entered the bedroom, she stopped to admire her hunk of a husband.  Steve had the sheets to his waist, he was wearing only a pair of reading glasses, and he had one of his favorite books in hand.  The hair on Steve's chest was so enticing, and the bulge under the sheets left very little to the imagination, Jill was one lucky woman.

"Hey stud?"  Jill called out to Steve.

Steve's bedroom eyes peaked over the book, and through his reading glasses, he stared at Jill standing in the doorway.  "Get over here woman!"  Steve playfully commanded Jill.

Jill sauntered across the room and crawled on top of Steve's freshly showered body, she stayed on top of the sheets but she could feel Steve's massive cock beginning to harden between her thighs.  "I'm concerned for Brent."  Jill's comment stopped the mood for Steve immediately, Steve was very protective of Brent since the day he was born and put into Steve's strong arms for the first time.

"What's wrong?"  Steve asked.

"I know he's having trouble figuring out his sexuality."  

"He was very clear when he came out to us.  What do you think is troubling him?"  Steve asked, as Jill crawled off Steve's thick body and sat next to him on the bed.

"He's concerned that he might be the only virgin his age, and there aren't any other boys like him to experience that."

"What can I do?"

"Show him the ropes, he looks up to you so much, I can see it in his eyes when you are around."

"I love my boy."

"And he loves you."

"Alright, I will give Brent the low down dirty shame of it all."  Steve said playfully, removing his reading glasses.

"Steve!"

"I'm kidding."

"Just be gentle with him."  Jill said as she rubbed Steve's thick rod over the cool sheets, this made Steve sigh and close his eyes.

BACK TO:

Jill finished packing her weekend bag, and Steve was singing in the shower. The steam coming from the bathroom carried a scent of Steve's musky odor, a hint of fresh cut grass, followed by the scent of Irish Spring soap.

"Brent, will you grab your father's dirty shorts, and socks? I'm starting this load of laundry, and make sure you put it in the dryer when the wash is done." Jill asked Brent as she started the laundry machine.

Brent always took the opportunity to whiff Steve's musky undergarments, the scent was better than anything Brent had ever smelt. It was something that Brent was used to at an infant age, the times Brent would fall asleep on Steve's bare chest, sometimes Brent's little nose would be so close to Steve's musky armpits, the hairs from Steve's underarms would tickle little Brent awake.

The first time Brent masturbated, he was in the bathroom inhaling his father's damp and musky, bikini briefs, after Steve went for a run wearing these bikini briefs, the scent stayed deep within the fabrics of these tiny underwear. Depending on the color of these bikini underwear, sometimes Brent would find stains that carried such a strong scent, since Steve's big ass was pure muscle, it swallowed his underwear, riding up between his meaty butt cheeks, and pressing against his ripe taint hole all day. Even the underwear in the 70's had a bit of polyester in the fabric, the sweat and musky aroma it created was so strong, and Brent loved it!

Steve was whistling in the shower when Brent entered the bathroom, observing the outline view of his father through the almost sheer shower curtain.

"Mom's doing laundry." Brent interrupted his father's whistling, he then grabbed Steve's cut off denim short shorts, and the other sock left on the floor.

Steve pulled the shower curtain back, his thick head of hair full of suds. "Did you grab my other sock from the kitchen?" Steve asked, unaware that he was fully exposed to Brent and was washing his heavy ball sac at the time. Once again in a provocative pose unintentionally, though Steve noticed where Brent's eyes were glued this time, which made Steve smile. Steve moved his hips side to side, his thick shaft swayed across his muscle thighs, splashing water and making a thump sound each time his mushroom head cock slapped his own thigh.

This embarrassed Brent for a quick moment. "Dad!" Brent yelled at his father when he began feeling a sensation in his cock and virgin asshole, while watching his father dance naked in front of him.

Steve's cock began to stiffen up, "Oops, I better stop before it gets me in trouble." Steve closed the shower curtain, leaving Brent with his jaw wide open and his cock hard as a rock.

"Brent! Your father's shorts!" Jill yelled from the other room.

Brent didn't have time to sniff his father's musky shorts, he had to use them to disguise his boner as he walked to the kitchen and into the laundry room where Jill was. Brent tossed his father's shorts and socks in the washing machine, he then darted into his room and closed the door behind him, this made Jill smile.

Steve finished his shower and with a small towel wrapped around his tight waist, barely covering his juicy booty he walked into the kitchen where Jill was.

"Hey hot stuff, your clothes are on our bed and after church, make sure to hang them back up, I don't have time to go to the cleaners with your suit pants." Jill said as she kissed Steve and walked out the door with her purse in hand.

"Bye..." Steve said standing half naked in the middle of the kitchen, looking like an absolute hunk from PLAYGIRL magazine, so masculine and juicy at the same time. With each step, Steve's big ass giggled within the constraints of his bath towel that wrapped tightly around his waist as he walked down the hallway towards the bedroom.

Meanwhile, Brent was in his bedroom with the door closed, he was masturbating with a pair of Steve's socks. The scent from Steve's socks was so intoxicating with musk and a hint of vinegar, there were moments Brent would inhale so hard he would almost pass out. The only thing Brent could think of as he sniffed his father's rank socks, was Steve's thick cock and heavy ball sac swaying in front of him, the fact it was Steve's made it more intense and risky for Brent to think about. It also added a sense of security for Brent, Steve was not like most father's, he was the coolest father on the block, and he adored Brent.

Steve walked into his and Jill's bedroom, he noticed Jill laid out some clothes for him to wear, she always did that for any event they would attend. She even put out his socks and underwear, which were a pair of dark brown gold toe, OTC socks, and string bikini underwear that were beige and maroon striped. The flared, fitted slacks were beige and the dress shirt was black with small beige leaves, you gotta love the fashion from the 70's.

"Hey Sport!" Steve hollered for his son.

Brent was coming to a climax when he heard the deep voice of his father shout out for him! The giant squirts of teen spunk flew in the air and landed on Brent's chest, his cute toes were curled and his eyes rolled back in his head when he came back to reality, and responded a bit choked up, "Coming Dad, I'm just getting dressed." Brent was having difficulty putting his briefs on, even when he blew his load, his teen cock stayed hard for quite some time afterwards.

When Brent got himself adjusted and dressed he walked into his parents bedroom and there was Steve, practically naked wearing his string bikini underwear splashing some aftershave on his strong jaw line, freshly shaved. Steve noticed Brent through the mirror, and was not surprised that his son's eyes were glued to Steve's juicy ass, this made Steve smile. "Hey sport, can you grab me those socks on the bed." Steve asked when he used both his hands to smack his own butt with the remains of the aftershave.

Brent grabbed Steve's freshly cleaned socks, nothing like the pair he stashed in his room that were full of Steve's stank. Brent could not control his hormones and when he had Steve's socks in his hands he could feel his teen cock strained against his briefs. Steve turned to face Brent, exposing his barely covered crotch within the strings of the bikini, a nice patch of soft brown pubes peeking out the low waist band. Steve's heavy balls barely fit inside the pouch of the bikini with his massive member taking up most of the pouch.

"Thank son." Steve said, taking the socks from Brent and offering his backside for Brent to view while Steve slipped on his OTC socks.

Brent could not keep his mouth closed as he watched his hunky father bend over, Steve's butt crack starting to swallow up the bikini briefs. Watching Steve point his big daddy feet into the almost sheer socks was such a sexy alluring site for Brent to view, and Steve knew this, thinking about what his wife had told him earlier.

Steve felt a rush of heat go through his body when he saw how hard Brent's teenage cock was pressed against his pants. This made Steve wonder if Brent was an "ass man", just like his father, but if Steve only knew that everyone on the block wanted to fuck his own juicy ass, it would make sense that Brent wanted a piece of that ass too.

Standing now with his OTC socks on, and that tiny, striped, string bikini, Steve approached Brent, ready to have that conversation, looking so fucking sexy, Brent wanted to jump his father right then and there!

Steve could feel the raging hormones when he took his son's hand, he knew that Brent wanted to fuck his big Daddy ass. Steve enjoyed his ass played with, mostly with Evelyn and her small fingers, especially when she would blow him for a long time and then slide a finger up his shit shute. It was that time in college that he tried anal with his hung horse roommate, after a long night of drinking and no pussy, the two guys started playing truth or dare and one thing led to another. Steve was on his back grunting with his eyes pressed, while his roommate was trying to get his mushroom head cock into Steve's tight, virgin rose bud. The pain was almost unbearable, but Steve was a real man and took it, though never again went there.

Something had changed, there was a yearning twitch in Steve's asshole, he was ready to feel penetration inside his man pussy again, his son's cock was going to be the perfect size for Steve to really enjoy, and teach his boy's some lessons as his mother requested.

Brent was so horned up, and nervous at the same time, when Steve grabbed his hand he held his breath for a moment.

Steve grabbed Brent's other hand, he brought his son close to him, and wrapped Brent's arms around his waist, placing Brent's hands on his own big round ass.

Steve felt Brent's hands squeeze his thick ass so nicely and firmly, the way he would do to Evelyn, like father, like son, Steve thought to himself with a slight grin. This brought that little bit of femininity out of Steve, his posture softened and his back began to arch, really putting his thick melons on display for his son to enjoy.

Steve then placed both his big, strong hands on Brent's soft cheeks, there was no need for words, as this Daddy stared into his son's eyes they both knew they were about to make love.

Steve slowly leaned in and began to kiss Brent gently on the lips, Brent was squeezing and massaging Steve's big ass, pulling those tiny bikini underwear all the way up Steve's butt crack. Steve's hips were encouraging Brent to play with his thick melons, and Brent felt a bit more aggressive, slipping his dad the tongue while pushing a finger against Steve's asshole through the bikini underwear.

Brent loved the taste of his father's mouth, letting his tongue dance with Steve's was everything Brent thought it would be, and then some! Through Steve's bikini underwear, Brent could feel the heat coming from Steve's asshole, and the moisture forming a wet spot in the underwear. Brent was dreaming of that scent all over his face.

Steve's asshole twitched at Brent's probing finger, and he loved it!

Steve then wrapped his muscle arms around Brent and they began the most heated passionate kiss, Steve thought this would be the best way for him to show Brent everything his mother was talking about. Steve was going to seduce his son the best way he knew man on man sex should be, though Brent had other ideas. Brent had looked through enough gay magazines to take the lead here where he knew his father wouldn't be that experienced, Brent was going to top Steve and show him a few tricks of his own, all coming in Chapter 2.........