Butt Sniffer

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Butt Sniffer - Part 3 by Rim4you

Part 3 My Dad

Prologue

My Dad, Michael Weston, at thirty-six years of age, was a young father. That is, considering that he had an eighteen-year-old son, my brother, Jeff. Dad did the honorable thing and married my Mom when he found out that she was pregnant with Jeff. Not long after Jeff came Brad and myself.

Needless to say with three boys in the house there was never a dull, or quiet, moment to be had. At least that was Mom's point of view. But to her relief, every summer Dad would take me, Jeff and Brad on a camping trip so Mom could have some peace and quiet.

It was in this way, as well as Dad participating in whatever way he could in his sons' activities, that my brothers and I developed a close relationship with our father.

At six feet, two inches tall with dark, brown hair, piercing blue eyes and all wrapped up in a swarthy, muscular frame, Dad made quite a few heads turn. He was an avid sports fan and athelete. In brief, my Dad was a man's man; all man and a neat kind of guy to have as a father.

Now that Jeffery had graduated from high school and joined the Navy, I turned more and more to my Dad and my brother, Bradley, for help and guidance during my tumultuous stages of puberty. It was during this period of my life that I got to know my Dad more than most boys do in other situations.

Chapter 1

Jeffery had left home three days ago for the Navy. Needless to say I was depressed. I missed my brother terribly. To make matters worse, Bradley jumped at moving out of the room we shared into Jeffery's giving me a sense of being totally abandoned by my brothers.

Mom decided that this year she'd go visit her sister in Orlando for a couple of weeks leaving us guys to ourselves.

From my bedroom window I watched as Bradley pulled the car out of the driveway and he and Mom headed for the airport. I didn't feel like seeing Mom off so Dad decided to stay behind with me.

For about the next half an hour, I moped around in my room. Downstairs I could hear Dad milling around at his new project. He was moving all of his weight lifting equipment from the garage into the basement.

As I streatched out on my bed and thumbed through one of Jeffery's porno magazines that he'd left behind, I could hear Dad's heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. I didn't think there was any need to hide the magazine nor the fact that I had a hardon from Dad.

"What ya doing, son?" Dad asked, poking his head in the doorway to my room.

"Ah, nothing, Dad. Just looking at something Jeffery gave me."

Dad stepped into the room. I glanced up from my magazine as he approached my bed. Dad had on his, what he called it, his 'favorite around the house work clothes.' An old sweat shirt with the sleeves torn out which revealed his muscular arms and a thick patch of dark hair in each armpit which, from his moving heavy equipment around from garage to basement, dripped with sweat. His outfit was completed with a pair of well worn, practically thread bare and heavily stained sweat pants.

Mom cringed every time Dad donned this outfit and paraded around the house and yard wearing it.

"What will the neighbors think?" She'd complain.

Dad would just grunt, ignore her and go about his business.

"What ya got there, Tommy, besides a hardon?" Dad asked, as I rolled over upon his entering my room.

"Just something from Jeffery." I answered.

"Hmmmmm!" Dad said, upon closer examination of what I was looking at. "That dude's got a nice ass!"

"You think so?" I said, teasingly caressing my own butt. "Nicer than mine?"

"Well ... uh ..." Dad responded, scratching himself and from the looks of it bringing his dick to a rise, "when you put it that way, Tommy, I have to admit you have a nice set of buns for a kid your age."

"Dad. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Tommy. You can ask me anything. Although I can't promise you all the answers."

"There's something I don't completely understand and it may be none of my business but ..."

"But what, Tommy?" Dad asked, sitting on the bed close to me.

"You and Mom. I know you guys have sex and all that. If not, me, Bradley and Jeffery wouldn't be here."

"And your point is?" Dad pressed on.

"Well ... uh ... when we fool around together. You and me and stuff, and with Bradley and Jeffery ... uh ... does that mean that you're gay, Dad? And does Mom know?"

"Hmmmmm! I had a hunch this conversation would come up sooner or later." Dad said.

"If it's none of my business, Dad, I'll shut up."

"No. No, Tommy. You have a right to an answer."

I could see that Dad was thinking but not in a way as if I had caught him off guard. He seemed pensive with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Well, you see, son ... uh ... it's like this. I've always liked guys for as long as I can remember. As a kid I'd have jack off sessions with the other guys in the neighborhood. By the time I was your age I was already giving blowjobs to my brothers on a regular basis."

"Uncle Steven and Uncle David?"

"Uh-huh. While I liked girls enough, it seemed that guys just turned me on more."

"But if you liked guys so much, Dad, how come you hooked up with Mom? Why not be gay? Is there anything wrong with being gay, Dad?"

"To answer one part of your question first. There is nothing wrong in being gay, Tommy. Absolutely nothing wrong. You understand me, Tommy?"

"Yes, Dad. I understand. Did you know that Jeffery is gay, Dad?"

"Yes. I know. And for that I don't love Jeffery any less than the way I love you or Bradley. I'm damn proud of Jeffery, you and Bradley."

"I know, Dad. I can tell."

"There's nothing I wouldn't do for the three of you."

Dad paused. I could see that I had stirred up an inner emotion. His eyes seemed to well up with tears. Not tears of sadness or regret but rather tears of love and pride. A father's kind.

"Like I was saying, Tommy. Even though I knew I preferred guys, I went out with girls too. Back then being gay wasn't looked upon to kindly nor accepted as much as it is today. Anyway, one thing led to another and Mom got pregnant with Jeffery."

"Did she know you fooled around with guys?"

"Yes. She knew."

"Does that mean that Jeffery was a mistake, Dad?"

"He wasn't a mistake, Tommy. And if he was, he was the best mistake I had ever made. When I held Jeffery for the first time, he changed my life."

"But did you love Mom?"

"Yes. I did and still do, Tommy. I guess you're confused over how a guy like myself, who preferred to be sexually active and attracted towards men ends up by getting married to a woman?"

"Well ... uh ... kinda."

"Well, Tommy. Our sexual preferances is not something we choose."

"It's not, Dad?"

"No, son. It's not. No matter what anybody tells you or how much anybody tries to convince you otherwise. Can you explain why you prefer, say for example, one sport over another?"

"I like ice hockey, Dad, better than football."

"Is there a particular reason why?"

"I dunno. I just do."

"Well, Tommy, that's like our sexual preferances. We lean towards and are attracted a certain way and don't exactly know why. It's what feels right and natural and part of our nature. For me, I may like men but I also enjoy the company of a women too. That's what's called bi-sexual, Tommy."

"In other words you like having sex with men as well as women?"

"Yes."

"And Mom knows you fool around with guys even now?"

"Yes, she does. She's comfortable with that as I am when she has sex with other men."

"She does!" I gasped.

"Yes. And that's a private issue, Tommy. Your Mom and I have an open, sexual relationship. Sometimes we have sex with one another. Sometimes with others apart from one another and sometimes together with others."

"Cool! Does Mom do it with other women too?"

"My but you're curious!" Dad said, with a laugh.

"Sorry, Dad."

"Don't apologize, son. There's no need to. And yes. On occassion your Mom does have sex with women."

"Have you seen her do it, Dad? I mean ... uh ... with a woman?"

"Yes. I have, Tommy as she's seen me having sex with a man."

"That's hot, Dad!" I exclaimed.

"Remember, son. These are private issues we're discussing. Understand?"

"Oh, I understand, Dad. Can I ask you something else?"

"Yeah. Providing it repects the privacy of each person involved. What's on your mind, Tommy?"

"Is there other families like us, Dad? I mean ... uh ..."

"I think I know what you're asking, Tommy. You're wanting to know if there are other families who have sex with other members of the same family, right?"

"Yeah. Incest." I said, pensively gazing into my Dad's eyes.

"Yes, Tommy. There are and this is where the privacy issue I spoke of becomes very important."

"I know, Dad. Does Mom know that we have sex?"

"Yes. She does." Dad responded, quietly.

"Is she mad at me?"

"No, Tommy. She's not."

"Has she ever seen us?"

"No. But ..."

"But what? I think I'd die if Mom ever saw me and you going at it!"

"Mom does know that we've had sex together, Tommy. Does that bother you?"

"Knowing is one thing. Seeing is another. But she dosen't let on, Dad."

"That's the privacy issue, Tommy. She respects our privacy."

"Have you and Mom ever had sex with Jeffery or Bradley together?"

"Only with Bradley. Jeffery is decidely gay, remember?"

"Yeah. I know, Dad."

"Does she know how nasty we get, Dad?"

"That too, Tommy. She likes it the same way."

"That's a relief!" I quirked.

"Huh?"

"Well, there was the time I was fingering my butt, Dad, and I was dirty back there and it kinda got on my underwear. Afterwards I was kind of embarassed at what Mom would think when she did the laundry and saw my underwear."

"Oh yeah!" Dad said, with a grin. "I remember. That wasn't too long ago was it?"

"No. It was the night I made it with Bradley and you and Jeffery came into our room."

"Don't worry about that incident, Tommy. I gotta admit you had some heavy skids in your briefs."

"Dad!"

"Hey! It made for some good sex between your Mom and me that night!"

"What?" I remarked, a little embarassed.

"Mom didn't wash those briefs. She showed them to me and while I was sniffing your stink, she gave me one helluva blowjob while I jacked Bradley off!"

Chapter 2

While I pondered all the answers to my questions and my Dad's revelations I could see the effect our conversation had had upon the both of us. My cock was rock hard and tenting the front of my shorts. The jizz my cock was leaking was creating a visible wet spot on my shorts. Likewise, the front of my Dad's sweatpants showed signs of a raging woody too.

Aside from the obvious signs of arousal, I could detect a heady aroma wafting from my Dad. The strong scent of sweat. Body odor was more like it and it was turning me on big time. I could feel my dick tingling and twitching and for a brief second a visual image of my Dad, Bradley and Mom together; Bradley squatting over Mom's big tits takging a dump while Dad plowed Mom's ass with his big cock and sucked on Bradley's dripping dick, gave my cock a twinge of excitement even though I could never imagine myself in that situation.

I knew where my sexuality lay and was headed and how Dad had explained. what my natural instincts were directed towards. Like my brother, Jeffery, it was towards guys only.

"Dad!"

"Yeah, Tommy?"

"I ... uh ..."

"You too, huh?"

"I'm fucking horny, man!" I gasped.

"That makes two of us, son!" He replied, wrapping his fingers around his dick, confined within his worn out sweatpants.

I sat up and flung myself into Dad's powerful arms burying my face to within inches of his fragrant armpit. The scent of his masculinity curled up my nostrils and sent shivers down my spine as I entwined my small fingers with his long ones, around his thick, throbbing shaft.

"Fuck yeah, son! Feel my cock! It's fucking rock hard and dripping for you!"

"Dad! Dad!" I practically whimpered, nudging my nose into his sweaty, hairy armpit sniffing hungrily as he raised his arm to give me access.

"Yeah! Smell that stinking pit, Tommy! Smell it. Smell my fucking manstink while you grope my big, fucking cock!"

The heady aroma of Dad's underarm funk surged up my nose as I buried and rubbed my face into the rank cleft savoring the scent infused upon each shaft of moist, sweat laden hair.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Fuck!" I gasped, over and over.

"Yeah, fucker! Smell my grundgy pit! Smell a man's funk! Yeah! Taste it, son! Lick that sweaty armpit!"

"Fuck! Fuck!" I moaned, sweeping the sweaty hairs into my mouth.

"Yeah, motherfucker!" Dad groaned, "Slop my pit up with your spit! I wanna feel your spit dripping down my armpit, fucker! Get it all frothy and sloppy!"

I worked my mouth back and forth into the smelly cleft. A salty flavor filled my mouth as I pursed my lips and let copious amounts of saliva seep through drenching Dad's pit so that my face was awash, not only with my own drool and Dad's sweat, but made stink from the scent of my saliva and Dad's pit stench.

"Fuck! Fuck yeah!" Dad hollered, in arousal. "Spit! Fucking spit, son! Get it all fucking sloppy and nasty!"

I hocked up wad after wad of spit into Dad's ripe armpit. I could feel my warm saliva dripping from my lips onto his flesh.

"Getting off on my fucking stink pit aren't you, fucker?"

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" I moaned. Tasting. Sniffing. Slurping with unbridled lust and passion. "Fucking stink, Dad! I love your stink!"

"Bet you wanna smell my fucking cock too, huh?"

"Fuck, yes!" I groaned.

"Yeah! It's all sweaty and stink too. Fucking sniff freak, aren't you, son?"

"Yes!"

"Let's get these fucking sweats off. Let's get naked, Tommy!"

We tore out of our clothes like two grunting, panting animals in heat. With crazed, lust filled eyes, I hunkered down to Dad's crotch and gazed at the thick, long, veiny shaft starring me in the face.

"Worship that big cock, man!" Dad cooed, rubbing his hand into his wet armpit. "Fucking ten inches of stinking cockmeat all for you, Tommy! Smell it! Smell my stink dick!"

"Mmmmmm!" I groaned, dragging my nose up and down the shaft, sniffing hungrily.

"Fuck, yeah! Your hot breath feels so good on my god-damn fuckstick, Tommy! Tell me what you fucking smell, man!"

"Ah fuck! Fuck!" I gasped. "I smell your cock, Dad. Fucking stinks, man! Smells like dirty dick!"

I was familiar with that ripe scent curling up my nostrils. I had smelled it on Jeffery's and Bradley's cocks. And I had smelled it too, from my own cock, hours after I had jacked off using my own shit as a lubricant. It was the familiar smell of asshole on dick. That foul, sexy aroma that I had grown to love and made my dick rock hard.

"Yeah! You like that smell, don't you?"

"I love it, Dad! Your cock stinks like ... like piss, cum and asshole!"

"That's the way a real man's cock is supposed to smell like, Tommy! Stink with manpiss. Stink with spooge. Stink with spit. Stink with fucking, dirty asshole! Cock that's left unwashed, stink and ripe, for days!"

I curled my fingers around the massive girth of Dad's dick and pulled back the loose fold of skin which kept his prick head a prisoner. A rush of strong, acrid stink swept up my nose.

"Fuck!" I shouted. "Fucking stink!"

"Yeah, buddy!" Dad laughed, entwining his fingers through my hair and humping his dick onto my face. "Stink, cheesey cock! Fucking cock cheese, man! Smell it!"

"It stinks, Dad! It fucking stinks!" I gasped.

"You like it that way, fucker! Wrap those sweet, warm lips around that stink dick and taste head cheese!"

As I drew the foreskin back and stared at the coating of viscous, smelly slime deposited around the head of Dad's dick, I hesitated.

"What's the matter, fucker?" Dad snapped. "You like dirty, shitty asshole. Suck that cheesey cock! Your brother, Bradley, loves it when I don't wash my dick for days. Suck it, Tommy! Put that filthy, stinking cock in your mouth!"

I opened my mouth wide and Dad slid his dick in.

I gagged. Not from the foul taste that filled my mouth. Rather, from the thickness of Dad's dick as it hit the back of my throat.

"Fuck, yeah!" Dad moaned, fucking my mouth. "Suck that dirty, stinking cock! Suck it! Suck it the way Brad and Jeff suck i!"

At the mention of my brothers' names I sucked with a vengence. Spit drooled out of my mouth.

"Yeah! Suck it sloppy, man! That's how I like it. Nasty! Taste good?"

"Yes! Yes!" I gasped. "I love the way your cock smells and tastes, Dad! It's so dirty and nasty! I love it!"

"That's my boy!" Dad said, patting my head. "Suck the piss outta that dirty dick!"

"Oh please!" I moaned, slurping away.

"Want some fucking manpiss, boy?"

"Yes! Yes! Your stink piss for me to drink, Dad!"

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Dad sighed, "drink fucking, stink piss, Tommy!"

My mouth quickly filled with a rank, acrid taste.

"Pissing in your fucking toilet mouth, son! Drink it! Drink piss, man!"

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" I moaned, as I wrapped my lips around the pissing cockhead and gulped, swallow after swallow of ripe manpiss, greedily.

As I drank piss straight from the tap, I swirled my fingers over the back of Dad's hairy legs. Inching them closer and closer to the muscular mounds of his ass.

"Yeah! Oh yeah, motherfucker!" Dad bellowed. "I know what you want. You want my juicy, stinky butt!"

"Mmmmmm!" I moaned, drinking piss and sinking my fingers into the moist, sweaty crevice of Dad's ass trench.

"Yeah, fucker! Find my stink, nasty fuckhole! I'm fucking dirty back there!"

"Dad! Dad!" I gasped, piss spilling out of my mouth as I toyed with his moist, sweaty asslips.

"Found my cunt, fucker?"

"Yes" I moaned.

"Play with that sloppy hole, man! Feel shitty back there, Tommy?"

"Uh-huh!" I groaned, shoving two fingers into the dank hole.

"Fucking bitch!" Dad snapped. "Shove those fingers up your Daddy's stink, filthy cunt! Fuck my cunt, boy! Dig for stink!"

I rammed my fingers in deep. I could feel that my Dad's ass was dirty and packed with shit. It felt warm, gooey and pastey and made slippery, wet, slurping sounds as I pistoned my fingers in and out of the sloppy hole.

"Fucking nasty boy" Dad hollered, humping his ass up and down on my fingers. "Fuck your Daddy's man pussy! My stink, shitty man cunt!"

"You like it, don't you, fucker!" I snapped. "You like having your shitty cunt fucked, don't you, bitch?"

"Fucking nasty, fuck!" Dad hollered, hocking up a wad of spit and spewing it onto my face. "Yeah, bitch! I love having the shit fucked outta my stinking ass!"

"Shit, Dad! Shit for me!"

"Dig for it, fucker! You want my turd, dig for it! Dig it outta my butt!"

Without hesitation I rammed a third, then a fourth finger into the now gaping, shitty hole. As I scraped the warm lining of Dad's rectum, the stinky sludge of Dad's asshole began to ooze out of his butthole which, as I withdrew my fingers, I smeared up and down his hairy butt trench.

"Rub that stink all over my ass, buddy!"

"Fucking shit whore!" I snapped, sweeping his filth over his buttcheeks.

"Fuck me, Tommy! Shove your fist up my pig ass!"

My hand was all covered in shit. Warm, stinky shit. Dad's shit. Shit which I used to coat every hair in his ass trench with. The stench swirled up my nose. Knowing that the stink that I was breathing was my Dad's only served to arouse me even more.

Quickly bringing my filth covered hand forward, I coated Dad's dick with a thick coating of brown butt filth. His cock jerked and spat pre-cum at my nasty touch. Leaning forward I sucked the raunchy cockhead into my mouth while at the same time sinking all five of my fingers, up to my lower knuckles, up Dad's wanton fuckhole.

"Fucking bitch!" Dad yelled, bucking his ass down upon my fingers. "Yes! Yes! Don't stop, fucker! Shove that fist up my ass!"

Without holding back I sunk my fingers in deeper feeling Dad's asslips sucking my fingers in until I felt that his shitty lips were around my wrist.

"Fuck! Fuck!" We both gasped, in unison.

"Find something up there you want, motherfucker?" Dad panted. "That's your fucking playground, boy!"

"I feel shit, Dad!" I hollered. "Your ass is full of shit!"

"It's all yours, boy!" Dad sighed. "Go for it! Fist me! Punch the shit outta my ass! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

I watched, amazed with a crazed lust as my hand sank deeper and deeper into the warm, filthy cavity of my father's ass. My fingers he easily swallowed. What made my cock twinge and throb even more was seeng and feeling his hairy, hungry, man pussy throb around my wrist and eager to suck more.

"More! More!" Dad grunted. "Don't stop!"

As I sunk my arm, past the wrst, and now to about the mid-point of my arm up his ass, I relaxed my throat to allow more of his dirty cock to slide down my throat.

"Greedy, fucking pig!" Dad shouted. With his cock sinking down my throat and my arm sinking deeper and deeper up his anal cavity, with my free hand I grasped his hairy balls and tugged.

"Punch fuck that shitty man cunt, Tommy!" Dad bellowed. "Fuck my ass, man! Give it to me, bitch! Fuck! Fuck! Aaaaaahhhhhh ... oh yeah, motherfucker! Suck that stink dick! Yank on those fucking balls! Rape your Daddy, boy!"

I pistoned my arm in and out of Dad's ass. Each movement saw more and more of my arm disappearing until his hungry, shitting hole had swallowed my arm up to the elbow. The stench of shit swirled up my nose as I sucked Dad's cheesey, shit covered dick and pulled on his low hanging nuts.

Each time I withdrew my fist from Dad's stinkhole, his asslips flared amidst juicy, noxious, wet farts whch spewed his excrement unto my bed.

"Scoop it up!" Dad yelled. "Jack off with my sht! I wanna watch you beat off with my shit while you fist fuck my stinking cunt!"

"Ah fuck! Fuck!" I gasped, as I gathered up the warm pile of Dad's shit into the palm of my hand and plastered it onto my aching, throbbing dick.

"Yeah! Get that dick of yours all stink and dirty, man!" Dad yelled. "Jack off that shitty cock while you fist my ass and suck my dirty dick! Make me cum in your fucking mouth!"

"Give it to me, Dad!" I moaned. "I want your spooge. Shoot it our of your dirty cock down my throat. Cum! Cum!"

"Give it to me, bitch! Oh yeah! Shove it up my ass! Aaaaaahhhhh! Aaaaaahhhhhh! Aaarrrggghhh! Fuck! Fuck! Gonna spooge, motherfucker!"

As Dad's creamy load spunked down my throat, my cock erupted, my hand flying up and down my shit smeared shaft.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum, Dad!" I yelled.

"Yeah, fucker! Shoot that load! Cum with me, Tommy!"

Our bodies heaved and thrashed about with the force of our ejaculations. Panting like a crazed animal, I fell back onto the bed. My hand, covered in shit, plopped out of Dad's ass with a wet, slurping sound.

Dad fell forward on all fours, his breaths raspy and heavy, his face just inches away from my smelly, dirty dick.

"Dad!" I panted, sniffing the stink of his asshole from my arm.

"Yes, Tommy!" Dad moaned, his body quivering.

"Can we stay like this? Dirty and stink?"

"You don't want to get cleaned up?"

"No, Dad!" I whispered. "I want us to be like this when Bradley comes home."

"Fuck!" Dad groaned, as he laid his head onto my crotch and licked my balls.

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