Whilst I knew my dad didn't like my university friend Ned's dad, I wasn't sure exactly why until we all ran into each other whilst Ned and his dad were out on a jog. After some restrained but polite small talk that my dad was obviously keen to get through as quickly as possible, Ned and his dad ran off to continue their jog, and I turned to my dad and asked him why he'd been so unfriendly to Ned's dad.
My dad responded that it was because he wanted to spend as little time as possible having to smell that slob of a man's sweaty musk. I'd laughed at my dad's bluntness, and we began trading quips back and forth about Ned's dad's body odour, such as whether he had a sense of smell or if he ever took a shower.
That would have probably been the end of it if I hadn't made the mistake of repeating one of the quips to Ned the next time I was hanging out with him. I'd joked about how rank his dad had smelt after he'd been working out, and Ned had gotten all offended by the jib, saying that his dad just had a real man's body with a real man's smell.
He'd gotten even more offended when I'd told him that my dad had been the one to first bring it up. Ned said he wouldn't have his dad being disrespected by my snobbish, neat-freak of a father. I told him to fuck off and that my dad was the better man, as he had enough self-respect to keep his hygiene up, and he'd never debase himself as Ned's dad did by going out in public with a sweaty ass crack.
After that exchange, we'd spent the rest of the visit in a mutual stony silence before I left for home. I hadn't thought that anything would come from our argument until a week later when I was invited round by Ned to hang at his place. Ned's dad always kept their fridge fully stocked with beer, so I didn't hesitate to head right on over.
At the door a smirking Ned greeted me, which instantly set me on edge, as it was the look he usually had when he'd gotten one over on someone, and I'd never liked it when it had been directed at me.
Now cautious, I slowly followed him into the living room after he'd invited me in, with him saying he had something to show me. I'd not been sure what to expect, but I definitely hadn't expected to find my dad lying on the floor with Ned's dad's sweaty arse smothering his face.
My dad's eyes went wide with panic when he saw me, and he tried desperately to struggle free from his pinned position. He didn't have much luck; Ned's dad's arse was too heavy, and his pin was too secure for my dad to break free. I couldn't even make out what my dad was yelling as the fat ass covering his mouth was too thick and too securely planted in place to make out anything distinct.
Not seeming at all fazed by the son of the man he was sitting on walking into the room, Ned's dad turned his head to me and greeted me with a friendly wave and said he was just busy showing my dad what a real man smelt like. All said whilst he bounced his fat, sweaty ass up and down on my dad's face, fully covering it every time he fully lowered himself.
I'd just spluttered in disbelief, having no idea what to say in response. Ned had then leaned in and asked me if I still thought my dad was the better man who was more worthy of respect. I wanted to defend my dad, but having to watch him be forced to sniff Ned's dad's sweaty ass right in front of me, I couldn't think of anything to say to defend him. Ned had laughed and said that's what he'd thought.
I'd then had to spend the rest of the afternoon watching as Ned's dad taught my dad a lesson in appreciating what a real man smelt like. From the sounds coming from my dad's face through Ned's dad's sweaty arse and the bulge in my dad's trousers, I was sure it would be a lesson that he wouldn't soon forget.
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