This fictional story depicts acts of a homosexual nature and includes frank descriptions of piss, raunch and scat. If you are under age or offended by this type of behavior, please do not read any further. If you like the story or have any suggestions for plot ideas, please send me an email: buttsniffer777@gmail.com
------------------------------------------------------------- Becoming Dad's Kink Buddy By Butt Sniffer777
Chapter 2.
Jeff wandered through the school day in a complete fog. He went through the motions in all of his classes and somehow managed not to make a fool of himself, though his thoughts were completely focused on the discoveries of the previous night and this morning. By the time the final bell rang, he had not the slightest recollection of anything that had happened at school. All he wanted to do was get home and be with his dad, hoping that he would again be able to see his dad's soiled shorts. Jeff raced home and saw his father's car already parked in the driveway. Since Rob had gone to work early, he must have been able to leave the office ahead of schedule. The boy opened the front door and yelled, "Hey, Pop!" as he dropped his backpack by the door. "Hey there, Sport. I just beat you home. How was school?" Rob questioned his son as he wrapped him in a warm embrace. "Fine, Dad." Jeff responded. He breathed the smells of his father in as he held him. Rob's masculine, heady scent was even stronger today, it seemed. "Your mom left a note saying she is spending the whole evening helping out at the library getting ready for the big book sale this weekend. She's going to be late as they're behind schedule. You and I are on our own for the evening. Thank goodness for your mother and her books!" They both laughed, but Jeff was actually overjoyed at the news. "She's left dinner for us. I don't know about you, but I'm kinda hungry right now, Sport. Do you want to eat now and then we can hang out and watch TV? You can do your homework this weekend." "Sure thing, Pop - I'm starved!" "Why am I not surprised, Jeff?", Dad joked as he pulled down plates.
Father and son chatted about the day as they ate dinner at the bar, while Jeff did his best to act normal as he inhaled the smells of the man he loved seated next to him. He tried to see if he could detect any hints of the wonderfully dark, intense manshit that he had smelled in his dad's briefs just that morning. He wasn't sure, but he could still remember the feel of the acrid, delicious odor as it assaulted his nostrils. He couldn't understand it, but he knew he needed more of that - much more. Before long plates were empty and the kitchen cleaned when Rob said, "Why don't we go see what's on TV tonight, buddy?" Jeff didn't need to be asked twice as he raced to his parents' bedroom and jumped on the bed, reaching for the remote. His dad wasn't far behind.
Jeff found a program they both liked, while Rob started to get out of his work clothes. He said with a wink, "Since it's just us guys, why don't you get comfortable too, Sport? No girls allowed tonight, son." "Cool, Dad!" He shucked his clothes, dropping them quickly on the floor as he got back on the bed, not wanting to miss out on the opportunity to see if his dad had another skid mark on display. Fortunately, Rob was still taking off his shirt and tie so Jeff hadn't missed the show. In fact, his dad was giving him an unbelievable display. Rob bent over to untie his shoes and Jeff was treated to a visual feast, watching his dad's massive muscular ass in its full glory, barely contained in the tight slacks he had on. Evidently there was a knot in one of his dad's shoelaces, as Rob held that position for quite some time while he worked to get the knot undone. Jeff scooted closer to the edge of the bed, hoping to get the best view possible. His dad was right near the bed so his wide, muscular ass was less than two feet away from his son's face. Jeff was in heaven taking in the mass and heft of that beautiful big butt. Since his father was preoccupied with getting the knot out of his shoelace, Jeff risked leaning out a bit to see if he could catch a smell of his dad's ass. Sure enough, the boy was able to pick up Rob's amazing man smell, mixed with the unmistakable odor of his father's dank warm trench. Jeff's young cock stood at attention and his heart was racing a mile a minute, both out of excitement as well as fear of being too obvious and getting caught with his nose just inches away from his father's hairy, dank shit factory.
All too soon, Rob had the knot undone and had stepped out of his shoes. His son's eyes never wavered as his father undid his belt and dropped his pants, revealing what Jeff had longed to see. The boy saw immediately that the tag on his dad's skivvies was facing in as the underwear came into view. He realized that his dad had on a different kind of underwear. They were white, or had once started out as white, with a seam right down the middle of the back so that the briefs followed every contour of Rob's ass and the middle seam disappeared deep into his smelly crack. The man bent over again to take off his socks, and Jeff's fervent wish was granted - he was greeted with another incredible skidmark. At this point Jeff was beyond thinking about anything - he was taking in everything he could of the magnificent view. Rob's strong, hairy legs disappeared beneath those skin-tight briefs, and the wide, panoramic expanse of his ass framed the large streak of shit that had been rubbed into the fabric. This stain was lighter and redder in color than the skid that Jeff had snorted that morning. It was larger too, probably because the design of the underwear pulled the cloth so completely into Rob's hairy trench. The color still faded out at the edges of the smear just like the first mark had done. Jeff was about to sneak a smell of that incredible shit stain when his father stood up abruptly and turned around. "How're you doing, Sport - find anything exciting to watch?" Jeff turned a vivid red, afraid he'd been busted, but his dad just grinned at him and winked. Rob reached down and grabbed both sets of clothes and headed into the bathroom toward the hamper. He again carried the clothing in one hand and the boy watched him scratch deep in between his ass cheeks as he entered the bathroom. The hamper lid was raised and the clothes were deposited. Jeff heard his dad release a long, moist fart as he started to piss, sighing deeply at the release. The toilet flushed, followed by a soft rustling sound before his father returned to the bedroom.
Rob climbed onto the bed next to his son, lying on his side and facing the boy. "Hey, Sport - your old man's a bit tired - had to get up pretty early today. Mind if I take a quick nap for a few minutes?" "Sure, Pop. Do you want me to leave you alone for a bit?" "No need, buddy - just turn the TV down a bit if you don't mind. I like having you here. I'll be awake soon anyway." "OK, Dad.", Jeff said as he lowered the volume to a softer level. Rob drifted off quickly, while Jeff lay next to him with pounding heart, the TV program completely forgotten. He could hear his father's soft, steady breathing as his mind raced at all that he had just witnessed. His handsome dad was sleeping next to him with a shitty ass, wearing the skidmarked underwear to prove it. Jeff kept stealing glances at the beautiful man next to him. All of a sudden, the man roused and turned over, immediately settling back into sleep. Jeff looked over and was stunned to see that the tag on his dad's underwear was facing out at him! How could that be? He knew he had seen no tag when his dad took off his work clothes, but there it was. As quietly as possible, Jeff sat up and bent over so that he could get a clear view of his father's voluptuous ass encased in those ripe drawers. Sure enough, his father's briefs were on inside out now, and Jeff was feasting his eyes on a long smear of fresh shit. He inched as quietly as possible downward on the bed so that his face was right next to his dad's ass.
The sight of his own father's freshly deposited shit stain blew Jeff away. The skidmark was thick and pasty, with perhaps a dozen curly black hairs caught in the mash of shit. There were subtle variations of color to it, and Jeff could picture in his mind's eye the cloth being ground into his dad's shithole as he sat at his desk all day working. He leaned forward a few inches until his nose was almost touching the filthy fabric. He was afraid to even breathe, but he knew he had to find out what it smelled like. As quietly as possible he filled his lungs to capacity with the shitty, dank odor of his father's crap factory. His brain exploded with the stench that assaulted his nostrils, a combination of the moist, greasy odor of Rob's sweaty trench and the unbelievable smell of man crap - the food that Jeff's dad had eaten, digested and expelled from his shit tube that very day. Jeff was in heaven. He had never smelled anything so dark and repulsive and yet so amazingly beautiful and pungent. He was immediately addicted. He breathed in lungful after lungful of the smelly air, unable to get enough of it. Suddenly, his father let out another wet, sticky fart that petered out into several dry pops of air at the end. The stench went deep into Jeff's nose and lungs, and he gagged as the blast of rancid air from deep inside his father's gut raced into him.
"How do you like it, Son?" . . . . FUCK! Jeff froze. He'd been so into huffing his dad's shit stain that he hadn't realized that his dad was awake. He was so busted. Tears started to form in his eyes as he tried to think quickly and come up with something to say, but he knew he was never going to be able to explain away what he was doing. "Umm, Dad, .... I was just.... I couldn't help...." He looked up and his dad was staring at him over his shoulder. Jeff started to cry. Rob got onto his knees and pulled his son up and held him close. "Shhhh, baby - it's all right. Nothing is wrong, Sport. I've known you were watching me for quite awhile now, and it's been turning your dad on in a big way. But I never wanted to force you into doing anything you didn't want to do, so I have been waiting for you to figure things out for yourself." He kissed his son tenderly on the lips. Jeff was shocked and immediately turned on. "I realized that you were checking out the skidmark on my underwear yesterday, and I figured I'd set up a little friendly trap to see if you were ready to take the next step, boy. It looks like you're ready!", Rob said with a twinkle in his eye. "I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree after all, son. I love dirty mansmells too, and I'm proud that my wonderful boy has turned into a buttsniffer." "You are?" Jeff could hardly believe what he was hearing. Not only wasn't he in trouble, but his dad had set him up! "You mean I can smell your underwear some more?" "Sure thing, my ass-sniffing pig son. Let's make it easier on you though."
With that, Rob got on his knees and bent his head down so it was on the bed with his spectacular ass in the air. Jeff sat there, dazed, unable to believe what was happening. He'd never seen anything so beautiful in his life - his dad's ass was huge and perfect. "It's all yours, Jeff. Feel free to do what you'd like. Enjoy this, Son - you only get one first time." Tentatively, Jeff reached out and started to rub his dad's ass, feeling the ample, firm flesh. His dad groaned and pushed his ass back to meet Jeff's touch. Jeff used his other hand to grab his dad by both cheeks, and he stretched his father's ass out so that the shit stain was front and center. He leaned forward and took a deep, slow sniff of the thick smear of turd. The boy groaned in ecstasy and leaned in until his nose was pressed right into the skidmark. It was sticky and greasy, clinging to his nose as he huffed his dad's butt fumes over and over. He started jacking himself off through his underwear as he pushed into his dad's ass crack, rubbing the shit smell all over his nose and face. His dad let loose with another blast of warm, wet gut gas, blowing the fart right into his son's nostrils. Jeff made a sound of absolute bliss. "Oh, Pop - that's amazing!", Jeff groaned into his dad's shit chute, sniffing and gulping to get the stale, shitty air into his lungs. "I have lots of nasty farts for you, boy. Swallow that blast down and I'll load you up again!" Jeff continued to smell and explore his father's underwear stain, but he had been wanting to taste it since his mom interrupted his explorations that morning. He tentatively put his tongue to the shit-infused fabric and took a couple swipes. His dad looked out from one side and let out a loud moan, "Oh yeah, boy, eat your dad's filthy shorts! Do you like that, Jeff?" The flavor started to explode on Jeff's tongue, and it was incredible. "Ooooohhhh.... wow, Dad!" He'd never tasted anything like it, so he didn't know how to describe it. The flavor was dark and rich, very nasty and shitty, but there was also a hint of sweetness to it. The texture was smooth for the most part, but there were little chunks as well. It was strange and a bit hard to think about, but Jeff found quickly that it was turning him on in a big way. He continued to lick his father's soiled underwear, lapping more and more of it onto his tongue. Pieces of feces were sticking to the roof of his mouth and getting caught in his teeth, and he started to chew and swallow the shit slurry that was building up in his mouth as his saliva mixed with his dad's stale crap.
"That's it, boy, clean your dad's shitty underwear! You like that, don't you?" Jeff couldn't believe that his father was using that word with him. "Oh, Pop - your shit tastes incredible!", trying the word out for himself. "I love it, Dad!" "That's my son - lick all of the crap out of my drawers, boy. Get 'em good and clean!" Jeff was like a pig in heat, licking the fabric and sucking it into his mouth. He wanted everything. He could feel shitty pubic hairs being released from the sticky fabric. He felt them with his tongue, licking the pieces of turd off that had been stuck to the hairs and then swallowing them down. Finally, he asked his father "Dad, can I pull your underwear down?" "Oh yeah, buddy - go for it, Jeff. Wanna see the real thing? I kept it ripe and dirty for you just in case you were ready for your first go at your old man's waste."
Jeff leaned back to sit up on his haunches, looking at his father's upturned ass. The seat of Rob's underwear was soaked in reddish-brown spit, but most of the thick smear of crap was gone, ingested by the boy. Jeff rubbed the incredible mounds of his father's wide ass a few more times before reaching up and grabbing the elastic waistband. He began to pull the underwear down while his dad moved his ass back and forth, hungry for his son to dig into his hole. Jeff couldn't believe that he was finally going to get to see the hairy ass he'd dreamed about so many times. And it was hairy! As he slipped his dad's skivvies down, Rob's beautiful ass came into view. The meaty ass was covered in fine, black hair. His ass trench was a forest of thicker black hair, all greasy and matted with ass sweat. Jeff could see a corona of brown shit around a dirty pink hole that was winking at him as he gazed in awe. "What do you think, Sport? Take a good long look at it, son. Play in there as much as you want - just clean up any messes you find.", his dad joked.
"Wow, Dad - your hole is amazing! It's all filthy and covered in shit. Can I clean it for you, Dad? I wanna taste your ass so bad, Daddy." "Go for it, baby - it's all yours!" Jeff wasted no time in spreading his father's ass and putting his nose straight into the greasy, filthy rosebud as far as it would go. His dad's moist pucker let him in and then squeezed as his dad tightened his craphole to grip his son's nose. The young man groaned as he rooted around his own father's shitter. The hole squelched and snapped with the coating of greasy shit covering it, and Jeff made sure his face was coated so he could keep his father's ass perfume with him. Soon his nose was replaced by his tongue as Jeff started eating and cleaning his dad out. He took long swipes on his father's shitty trench, licking from the base of his dad's balls clear up to his tail bone over and over again. All of his dad's ass hairs were filthy, so Jeff started pulling clumps of ass hair into his mouth and soaking the chunks of crap in his saliva until they released from the hairs and were sucked into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed the slurry of buttslop down and started in on another clump. They jacked their cocks furiously while Jeff spit-shined his dad's slimy hole.
Once the ring of Rob's ass hair was cleaned, Jeff went straight for his father's crap hole and dug in. Fresh clumps of turd lay inside, warmed by the heat of Rob's gut. Jeff licked and sucked and ate crap down like he was starving for every morsel. "Fuck, son - eat my hole out. You're a natural!" his dad groaned. "French kiss your old man's shit hole, son!" Suddenly Rob cried out, "I have a big fart building, boy - gotta let it out. Open your mouth, son!" Jeff let out a big moan and opened his mouth wide, clamping his lips around his father's shitty ass ring. No sooner were his lips planted on his father's butthole than his dad let out a massive, wet fart. Warm, putrid gas came rushing into Jeff's open mouth like a blast furnace as the boy struggled to swallow it down. Gas boiled up into Jeff's nose and sinuses and leaked out his nostrils as he worked to stay ahead of the onslaught. Flecks of crap were blown into Jeff's mouth, disgusting gas and digested pieces of yesterday's dinner. "Aaaaaagggghhhh - there's a big, meaty fart for my boy!", yelled Rob as he let loose. "I'm gonna cum son. Gotta shoot!" As he started to blow his load, Rob's last deposit of stale gas made its way into his son's mouth. Jeff swallowed the slurry of gas and chunks as fast as he could. With a shout, the boy came harder than he ever had in his young life. Both Rob and his son collapsed on the bed, panting and heaving. As they came down, Rob pulled his son into his arms and kissed him passionately, tasting his own butt slop on Jeff's tongue. Finally, Jeff rested his head on his dad's chest and said, "Thank you, Pop - that was awesome! Can we do it again?" "We sure can, baby - you're a natural crap eater. I'm so proud of you!" "It's getting late, son - let's clean up and get this room aired out before your mom gets home."