Takes off his shirt and shoves your face in his pits

Your Dad pulls away and pulls off his shirt. You'd seen your dad's upper body plenty of times. With a body like his, he was never afraid of going about shirtless. His hairy chest and enticing treasure trail. Plump pecs topped with fat nipples. His entire torso and abdomen being packed with muscle. You often salivated at the thought.

Before you could fully admire every contour, your dad grabbed your head and pushed you into his left armpit. Your head struggled to register the immediate change of scenery, but your cock went ballistic. You felt it spasm in your shorts and prayed it wouldn't prematurely explode. Thankfully, it stopped twitching and sat rigid.

"Come on son, give 'em a good tongue bath!" your Dad encouraged, still holding your head, "I did shower this morning, sorry. I promise to leave them ripe next time I want them licked."

You weren't even listening anymore. Your tongue had begun lapping at any surface it could and your nose twitched for any smell. Your Dad's hairy pit felt like Heaven. Every time he'd stretch or raise his arms, you'd catch a glimpse of the hair poking out and longed to taste it. Now here you were, taking the underarm pelt into your greedy mouth.

"Better even this up." Your father said, pulling you over to his right one.

Similarly, you searched and explored every crevice of the armpit. You wanted to familiarise yourself and move in to your Dad's underarm. The feeling was so erotic and you hadn't even moved down below. Your hand explored his chest, twirling the hairs between your fingers. You latched onto a nipple and gave a squeeze. Your dad let out a throaty moan, forcing a glob of pre out of your straining dick. Your Dad finally pulled you away.

"God, I gotta have you!"