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 ideas for new chapters, please send me an email: buttsniffer777@gmail.com
Becoming Dad's Kink Buddy
By Butt Sniffer777
Chapter 5.
Jeff and his dad spent the rest of their afternoon naked, relaxing on a big couch located in a screened-in porch attached to the side of the cabin. The space offered spectacular views of the surrounding landscape. The two men, young and old, relished the time together, gently exploring each others' bodies. Jeff felt as though he'd entered manhood, and he was so amazed that his gorgeous, filthy father was the one to initiate him.
As dusk set in, Jeff asked his dad, "Pop, are we going to eat dinner?"
"Yes, champ - but not right now.", Rob said, looking into his son's eyes. "But I do have a gift I have wanted to give you for some time, and now is the right moment."
The handsome man left the porch to retrieve the present, and Jeff ogled the two slabs of hair-covered meat that were his father's ass cheeks, looking as though each was battling the other for supremacy as the man walked away from him. Rob paused for a moment, turning to look at his son while scratching deep into his trench. He caught his son's eye, pulled his cheek outward and released a huge, rumbling fart into air of the screened porch. The boy licked his lips and almost instantly popped a boner as his father chuckled and continued on his way.
In a couple of minutes the man returned, lugging a large box. Rob handed it to his buttsniffing son.
"Boy, this is a special present I bought for you a while back in the hopes I'd have a chance to give it to you one day. I'm so proud to say that day has arrived. For you, Son."
Jeff set the box down on the sofa and worked it open. Inside was a large, heavy canvas bag that looked rather lumpy. He reached in to lift the bag out of the box, and he was surprised to feel how heavy it was. As soon as he tried to lift it he heard the clank of metal and wondered what it could be. The nasty young pup set the cloth bag down on the bed and unzipped the zipper that ran around the top. Once the bag was open he reached in and pulled out what he felt to be the largest item. Jeff was perplexed to find himself extracting what looked to be a toilet seat. But the seat was different. It sat attached to a metal frame that looked to have four short stumps of legs protruding from the bottom of the frame. He set it on the bed and reached in to find four metal legs.
Looking at his dad quizzically, Rob smiled and said "Go ahead, Son - put the legs into their slots."
Jeff did as his father urged, then he turned the whole contraption right-side up and set it on its legs.
"What is it, Pop?"
"That's a rim chair, baby. You lie down on the floor with your head on a pillow and I put the rim chair over you. Then any guy can come and have a seat on the chair and you have his ass in your face to do whatever you want."
"Wow, Dad! That's so sick!" The boy exclaimed, eyes never leaving the chair.
"The chair is also perfect for what we're going to do next, my wonderful fart eater. I think you're going to love this so much. Are you starting to get hungry?", Rob asked.
"Yeah, Dad. What are we going to have dinner? Can I try out the chair after we eat?" It was clear that Jeff was really excited.
"Well, the answer is yes, you can try out the chair right away. And to be clear, you are the one who is going to have dinner this time. I made it for you myself, boy. I hope you like it." The man looked deeply into his son's eyes, trying to convey all the meaning in that statement.
It dawned on Jeff just what his father was telling him. The rim chair was for him to have dinner now. Rob could tell that Jeff understood him, and the man reached forward to gently cup his son's shoulders. "Are you ready to try some of your dad's homemade hamburgers, Jeff? This is going to be really nasty and fun, OK? "
Jeff looked up at his dad and nodded, "I'm ready to try, Pop. Look!"
They both looked down and the boy was rock hard with anticipation. Rob let out a hearty laugh and said "I think we're ready, boy. Let's give you your first dinner from your dad's shit hole."
They took the rim chair with them into the bedroom. Rob got some towels out of the bathroom to use as a pillow. The man folded them just right and set them on the floor. Over that he placed another towel, unfurled so that the pile of towels was underneath at one end, looking like someone could be reclining at the beach. Next, the man reached under the bed and pulled out a plastic shower curtain, folded up. He opened the shower curtain and placed it over everything already in place on the floor. "Just in case anything unsuspected should happen.", Rob winked at his son.
On top of everything, the rim chair was set in place. Rob lifted the toilet seat and Jeff's eyes opened wide. Now was the time. "Lie down and see if that feels good to you, boy." The young ass-licker got down on the floor and lay back, carefully putting his head down between the frame of the rim chair until his head was cushioned on the pile of towels.
"Does it feel ok, son?"
"Sure, Pop." Jeff looked up at his handsome father, leaning over and looking at him.
"All right, let's see what it looks like with the seat down." The man gently lowered the seat down over his son's face.
The boy peered up from underneath the crapper seat. "Wow! It feels like I'm in a toilet or something, Dad. This is amazing!"
Rob said, "Actually, you *are *the toilet, little pig. Just wait, buddy. I can tell that you dinner is moving down fast now. I hope you're good and hungry, Son. Dad has some nice hamburgers ready for you. The best way to get them to come down is for you to eat my ass. It'll loosen me right up."
The man stood up and turned around to face away from his son. Jeff looked up through the opening and he saw his father's wide man-ass framed perfectly by the seat. The boy's mind could barely comprehend what was about to happen, but he was so excited he could hardly stand it. Rob reached around with his left hand and dug deep into his hole, drilling his middle finger right up his shit mouth. He wiggled his finger all around inside of his shitter, working the nail back and forth to scrape up some flecks of crap that lined the entrance to his hole. As he removed his finger from his crap tube, Rob turned back around and kneeled to one side of his son. He put his hand down through the opening of the rim chair and held the shitty fuck-you finger under his son's nose. "Does it smell like your dinner is ready, shit eater?" "Tell your dad."
Jeff inhaled deeply, taking in the stench of crap stuck under his father's fingernail. Small smears and flecks of fecal material adorned the base of his fingernail, and the whole finger had the dull gleam of something that has been shoved into a space that is damp and greasy." At that moment, Jeff had absolutely no doubt that he wanted to eat whatever he could of his own father's shit. "Yes, sir - my dinner smells delicious."
"All right, Son. It's time to lick your old man's crapper. Get the dinner hose all loosened up and ready to feed you some grub." Rob wiped his crap-covered finger back and forth under Jeff's nose a few times to deposit as much of the shit onto Jeff's upper lip. Jeff inhaled deeply as his head began to spin.
Rob turned back around and slowly sat down on the rim chair, making sure his boy saw his wide, hairy ass in all its glory as he came in for a landing.
Jeff lay transfixed as his dad's ass crack filled more and more of the frame through which the boy was viewing the action. Just as his ass touched the seat, Rob jettisoned a huge, powerful fart right into his son's face, straining with the effort to put as much power as possible behind the gas bomb, hurling it onto his son's face. Jeff could feel flecks of feces raining down on him, pelleting him with little projectiles of crap as the sulfur stench of man gas poured over him and up into his nostrils.
Rob released a great sigh as he settled his shitter directly onto his son's face. "How does that feel, turd eater?"
The boy took in huge lungfuls of air, breathing in the gas that had just been inside his father's craphole. He was pressed firmly up against his dad's trench, and he found that he could tilt his head slightly back or to the side and breathe with relative ease if he needed to. But the filthy pig knew what he wanted to be breathing, and it wasn't air. He buried his nose far into his father's greasy, putrid bunghole, huffing all the smells of that dark, filthy passageway deep into his lungs again and again. Rob blasted more gas directly up his son's nostrils as the boy gagged and tried to manage the onslaught of the hamburger fart.
"Sorry you couldn't respond, boy. Feels perfect to me. Time to start licking your dad's shithole, champ. Get your tongue in there and eat me out." Rob said as he spread his cheeks and settled in for the ride on his boy's face.
Jeff knew he was about to cross a line, and he was excited and nervous in equal measure. What was this going to be like? He didn't have long to think about that as another thick, greasy fart blasted him out of his thoughts and back to the present moment.
"Yeah, boy - you dinner is coming on fast. Hope you're hungry, pig." Rob said as he pushed his hairy hole down onto his boy's face. The young pig breathed in as much of the rank stench as he could, then he turn his attentions on the magnificent, hairy canyon of his father's foul trench. His tongue reached out in great swipes, lapping up his father's butt sweat. The hairs were fairly clean after the spit shine they had received earlier in the day, so the boy could more quickly turn his attention to his father's puffy ripe rosebud. Jeff worked his tongue over the entrance to his father's shit tube, exploring the dank, forbidden center as far as he could reach with his tongue. He loved seeing his dad from below like this, ass framed by the black toilet seat. The boy was completely turned on thinking that this is exactly what his dad' hole looked like as he pushed a thick log into the toilet every time he took a shit. As his tongue sought to go ever deeper into his father's greasy, dank shithole his dad was relaxing that hole, letting his ring muscles soften and push out, enveloping his son's searching tongue and forcing more of his gut out to where the young shit licker's tongue could reach.
With each push Jeff got another hint of flavor as his old man's pink gut opened out wider and wider onto the surface of the boy's tongue. Jeff was in his own world, thinking about nothing except the new sensations and filthy smells he was experiencing. This was the most intimate thing he could imagine, being allowed to put his mouth right where his own father's waste was expelled from his body. After some time rooting around in his dad's crap tunnel, Jeff realized that his dad's hole had changed. The hole pressed to his tongue was now puffy and distended, as open as it could possibly go.
Rob's breathing had become slower and deeper as a low growl escaped from him, along with a last slow seepage of gas from his shithole. "You've done a good job, boy. Daddy's wide open. Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh....... Are you ready to see how hamburgers really taste, Jeff? Your dinner is served."
Jeff let out a whimper of anticipation, not really knowing what would happen. All of a sudden his sexy father's hole spasmed and pushed down into the void created by the boy's wide open mouth. The young asslicker's tongue reached into his dad's shithole and suddenly met resistance. The tip of his tongue was up against a firm, warm object - a log of dad crap.
Jeff's first sensations were those of touch, His tongue could feel the lumpy, hard surface of the shit whose point was slowly emerging from his father's gut. There were fissures all along the surface, and the whole thing felt slippery as it came out covered in fecal slime. Jeff was afraid he'd puke when he finally made contact, but it wasn't like that at all. He felt like he was where he belonged - face pressed against his old man's crapper, becoming his toilet.
Groaning, Jeff started to move his tongue around the wide, stumpy turd. He ran the tip of his tongue around the edge of his dad's mancunt, exploring the juncture where his father's most private place extruded digested hamburgers that had undergone the amazing alchemy of his gut - bun and beef transformed into firm, flavorful dad shit. The taste was incredible - strong and dark and so thick in his mouth. Jeff started licking in earnest, swallowing the slurry of spit mixed in with the slimy coating of the log.
Rob pushed a bit until more than an inch of feces had cleared his hairy ass ring. He stopped pushing and squeezed his cunt muscles, depositing the first nugget of warm crap into his son's mouth. At first Jeff felt overwhelmed with sensation - the blast of dark, foul taste in his mouth dominating everything while his mind worked to come to terms with the realization that he was now a filthy, dad-shit eating pig. He started to turn the warm piece of crap over in his mouth, feeling the surface with his tongue while savoring the strong, greasy shit flavor.
Rob talked to his son as he sat over him, asshole flexing above the young man's mouth as the boy started to chew the fecal material. "Savor that smelly crap, Son. That's from your dad's hole, buddy."
And Jeff started to chew in earnest. The texture was very much like meat still - it took some chewing and there were small, fibrous chunks that he could tell had been hamburger that his father had eaten. The mental picture was probably the biggest turn-on of all. Just 24 hours prior, his father had looked into his eyes as he had eaten this exact food - the food that his gut had digested and was now pushing directly into his son's mouth in the form of filthy shit, thus nourishing him again with the same meal.
Rob's cock was rock hard and he jacked it slowly, seated on his shit throne. His son's nose made random contact with his slimy hole as the boy chewed and worked the piece of turd around in his mouth. As a result, Jeff's nose sported a broad streak of putrid burnt umber across the tip. He could smell his dad's foul crap all the time now.
"Your old man is feeding you his fresh shit, buddy - I cooked it up just for you, pig boy." Rob softly intoned. "Chew that turd up and swallow it for Daddy. That's my crap eater. Keep chewing it.", he continued. "I bet eating hamburgers like this from your father's hole tastes so much better, huh?"
"Yes, Dad - your shit hamburgers taste amazing!" Jeff tried to say, although it was hard to talk around the rapidly softening chunk of crap.
"Chew and swallow, pig. Papa's got much more for you to eat."
Soon enough the man could hear his son swallow loudly. "I did it, Dad! That was awesome! I can't believe how delicious hamburgers taste now.", Jeff exclaimed. "Can I eat more of your crap, Pop?"
"Of course, boy. I'll feed you as much as you can take, and I may even make you swallow more than that.", Rob said, as he leaned back and settled himself over his son's open mouth. "Looks like you did pretty well; I'm going to feed you more this time.", Rob said as he opened his mancunt and started to push.
The boy wasted no time in fastening his brown lips around the stubby chunk of shit log that was entering his mouth. His dad was much less careful this time. The crap slid into the boy's mouth more quickly, accompanied by the pop and squelch of slick feces that forced its way to the back of the boy's mouth, filling his throat.
Rob heard the boy give a strangled grunt as the shit reached Jeff's throat. The man deftly pinched off and the boy lay there breathing through his nose, his lips spread obscenely around the fat, dense mass of shit that completely filled his mouth. Rob stood and turned around, looking down at his boy. What a beautiful pig! Jeff stared back at his father with wide, almost panicked eyes. "You're doing great, Son." said Rob. "Keep breathing through your nose and try to break a piece of shit off with your tongue. Once you've done that, mash it around enough so that it's soft enough to swallow. Then take it down and break off some more. Can you do that for me?"
Jeff gave a small, unsure nod and started to push his tongue against the underside of the log, hoping to loosen a chunk. Finally, he felt a manageable piece start to give way deep in his throat, eventually coming loose with a few more jabs of the tongue. Jeff relaxed his throat to take a big breath. As he did that, the freshly liberated crap slid farther down his throat. The boy started to panic a bit thinking he was going to choke. Without even thinking, he involuntarily swallowed and the big chunk slid right down his throat. Jeff couldn't believe it! He'd managed to get a big piece into his stomach. Once that first piece was down he had more room to maneuver.
"Good job, Sport. What a natural shit eater you are! That wasn't so bad now, was it?" Rob spoke, looking down at his piggy son's face framed by the toilet seat. "Come on, baby. Eat up for Daddy, cause he's got more to give you."
The young turd bandit looked up at his incredibly handsome father, gazing into his eyes as the man said foul things to him, urging him on. Jeff had an easier time breaking off more of the column of crap, and he was even able to take time to lick each piece and get it all softened, chewing as best as he could before gulping it down. Finally he was down to one mouthful of shit.
"Open up and show your dad what's in your mouth, boy. What are you eating, Son?" Rob asked softly.
"Your thit, Dad." Jeff managed to get out as he opened his mouth and held the last brown nugget on his tongue.
"That's right, baby - you're eating your Dad's shit like a good little turd eater, aren't you? Swallow that last piece, pig - then open your mouth and show Daddy that you've eaten the whole pile of crapburger. That's a good boy. After that it will be time for dessert." Rob continued to urge his son into acts of depravity. The wanton, filthy boy was in heaven.
In a few minutes Rob saw his son swallow. The boy immediately opened his mouth wide, sticking his tongue out so the man could see that it was all gone. The boy's lips and tongue were a dark, slick brown. Flecks of crap were lodged in Jeff's teeth as he licked his lips.
"Well done, my little shit eater. You ate your hamburgers just like I knew you would. Now you're going to love dessert; it'll be just like going to Dairy Queen.", Rob said as he turned around and sat back down, rubbing his shitty hole all over his son's face. "Open wide and lock your lips around my bud, baby. Daddy's going to give you some soft serve."
Jeff wasn't sure what his dad meant, but he did as he was told, opening his toilet mouth up and fastening himself around the puffy, filthy ring of his father's hole. He could hear the faintest of grumblings in his dad's gut. No sooner had he registered the noise than his dad grunted mightily and the man's ass ring shot open, propelling a soft pasty slurry of feces into his son's mouth.
Jeff immediately realized what had been dumped into his mouth and he started to wretch and heave, struggling to keep the soft, semi-liquid filth from being spewed out.
His Dad immediately began talking to him. "There's a big serving of your old man's home made pudding, boy. Hang onto it, baby. Try to enjoy the taste."
Jeff felt better as his dad talked to him, and he realized after the initial shock that he was ok. This shit was soft and smooth, squelching into all the crannies as he began to move it around in his mouth, pushing it through his teeth and using his tongue to stir it around.
Rob could tell that his son was doing much better. He jacked his fat cock in time with his son, and he could tell that the boy was going to come any moment. "Savor your dessert, boy. Enjoy the taste and swallow it down. " Rob heard his son's gulp as the soft shit slid out of sight and into the bloated boy's stomach. "Shoot your load, pig - your pop is going to cum with you, boy. UUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!"
Both father and son came hard, spewing their loads in all directions. Jeff moaned into his dad's crack as he spasmed with the release. He could feel his dad's shit ring flexing and contracting as the man shot his cum all over his body.
It took a few minutes before Rob could speak. "Good job, baby - your Dad's so proud of you! You got my whole load of crap, buddy!", the man congratulated his boy. "Now it's time to clean the kitchen. Get your old man's hole all cleaned up. Once you're through I'll help wash your face."
"Wow, Dad! I ate the whole thing! I love your shit!" Jeff was spent, but he was proud that he got all of his father's delicious crap into his stomach. He started to lick his father's trench, working to clean every bit of fecal material out of the man's hairy crack.
Once he was done, Rob stood up and lifted the toilet seat. He reached out a hand to help the boy up, bringing him to his feet. Jeff's face was smeared with his father's shit. The man brought his son close, leaned down and started to gently lick his own smeared crap from the boy's face, working methodically until the filth was washed off. Rob kissed his son gently, slipping his tongue between Jeff's lips and French kissing him in search of remaining chunks of shit. Finally he pulled away.
"Congratulations, son - now you're a real man. Let's go get showered up and get ready for bed. It's been a big day."
"Okay, Dad. You're the best father in the universe!" The men went into the bathroom and started the shower.