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Previously on Weekend at Dads:
"Now let's clean up before dad gets home." Little did we know, dad had been home, and he saw the entire thing. He watched through the crack in the door with his hand around his throbbing cock. "This weekend is about to get interesting." He whispered.
Carl Weaver could not believe his eyes. His teenage sons, Noah and Ryan were spending the weekend with him as they usually do, but this weekend was going to be different. He was tired and he had just gotten home from a long, hard day at work and was gonna tell his boys goodnight. But instead, he had just witnessed his sons having sex in his bathroom. Not just ordinary sex. It was nasty, raunchy, dirty sex. They had pissed all over themselves and the air smelled strongly of shit. He sat there and watched with his cock ever growing. Before he knew it, he was stroking as he watched his oldest son shit fuck his younger brother. He shot his load as they kissed while they waited for the shower to get hot. He had to bite his lip to keep from moaning out loud. He quickly pulled up his pants, ran out the front door and waited 15 minutes in his car to give the boys their privacy and to recover from all of this.
He wasn't angry with his boys. He was happy. He was secretly gay but never told his sons. It was the whole reason behind his divorce. He met the boys mother, Heather in high school and gotten her pregnant the night of senior prom. He had no choice but to marry her. He couldn't deny who he really was. He would always find himself sucking off some guy in a parking lot or fucking someone in the backseat of his car. A few years after Ryan was born did they decide to go their separate ways. They also decided not to tell the boys that their father was gay. Carl thought it was time he came clean but he didn't know how. After the 15 minutes were up, he calmly walked into the house to find both boys sitting on the couch watching TV.
"Hey guys, what's up?" He asked. Ryan jumped, "hey dad! Nothing much. Just doing a little brother bonding." He winked at Noah. Carl pretended not to notice. He did notice his cock growing in his pants. "Well I'm gonna head to bed, see you in the morning." He rushed upstairs, ran into his room and shut the door. What was wrong with him? He was still horny. He needed more relief. He pulled off his clothes, took out his vibrator, which was about 6 inches and jammed it in his hole. "Fuck yes." He whispered to himself as he turned the switch to its full setting and shuddered as it buzzed in his tight hole. It had been a while since he had anything in his ass and he needed it.
While he pushed his vibrator in and out he noticed that something was in there. He pulled it out and to his surprise, found a few brown streaks on his vibrator. He put the toy to his nose and sniffed. The smell hit him. He had never smelled his own shit before unless he was using the bathroom. He jerked his hard dick even more. The smell was intoxicating. He needed and wanted more. He pushed as hard as he could. A long brown turd snaked it's way out of his hole and piss flowed from his pisshole onto the bed. He broke a piece off and sniffed it. He loved it. The thought of doing something so filthy and nasty was turning him on even more. What else could he do with this turd? His mind flashed back to what he saw his sons doing. He thought about it and did it. He shoved the turd in his mouth. The taste was bitter yet smooth. It was hard like a dick so he decided to suck it. He couldn't believe it. He was giving a turd a blowjob.
He shoved his vibrator up his hole one last time. He had never been this horny in his life. He loved being a pig. The strong smell of shit was in the air, there was piss in his sheets and he didn't care. He was so lost in his performance, he didn't hear his door handle jiggle. The door slowly opened and there stood Ryan, his youngest son. "Dad!" He yelled. He couldn't believe his eyes. There was his father, with shit in his mouth and a vibrator in his ass. Carl had forgotten to lock his door. Then he thought. Well, it's now or never. "Son, why don't you come over here and suck on daddy's cock." Ryan walked slowly in as if in a trance, shut the door, and took off his shirt. "I've been waiting so long to hear you say that dad."
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