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Dannyâs Dadâs FARTS
Danny was 20 years old still living at home. He was a handsome young man and rather masculine though he knew he was gay. Danny was close to his family especially his dad. His dad was 47 and incredibly handsome. In face Danny harbored a strong attraction to him since his teensâŠ.something he felt strange about but could not control. He was obsessed with his fatherâs bubble ass. Dannyâs dad had a great ass and tended to wear snug jeans or even slacks since he had an office job. Danny loved to check his dad out and came close many time to touching that hot ass but chickened out. Danny was also weirded out at another thing. He loved hearing his dad fart loud. It got him extremely aroused. Dad used to rip loud farts all the time around the house and Danny would struggle to hide his complete arousal. He struggled at his feelings for his dad and this strange fetish he had. When dad ripped his massive farts Danny would have to run to his room and jack off furiously thinking of his hot father just farting just for him. One day Danny came home from work early to find his handsome dad napping on the couch. He was face down snoring and his incredible ass encased in snug light brown slacks. Danny was transfixedâŠMom was not home yetâŠ.this would be the time he could feel itâŠtouch itâŠcould it be time?
Danny looked at his dadâs ass. The perfect mounds encased in tight slacks made his mouth water. His heart was beating so fast as he inched closer. He bent down with his face so close to his fatherâs ass. He rubbed himself though his jeans. He was beyond horny when the unthinkable happened. A loud deep fart ripped out of his fatherâs ass just two inches from his faceâŠhe almost came on the spot. He held in his moans. He got braverâŠ.he he grazed dadâs ass with his lips, gently so not wake him. Dad was snoring away as Danny gently started to lightly kiss his ass. He was shakingâŠnervous but also more turned on then he"d ever been and sure enough another loud but shorter fart escaped. Danny felt it vibrate on his lips. He was going fucking crazy. All of a sudden he felt his dadâs move under his lips. He got up and moved away. Dad was waking upâŠDanny ran to his bedroom and jacked off like crazy. His mouth felt his hot dadâs fart. So wrong and taboo but so hot. Heâd have to try it again!
Danny could not stop thinking of his dadâs farting ass. He woke up hard and restless after falling asleep for an hour on his bed. He went downstairs and saw his hot dad in the kitchen. He was making tea. Danny couldnât take his eyes off his father. Dad told him that he was headed to bed early because he had not been feeling well. Danny was hoping heâs stay around so he could have been close to him sit next to him, look at him. It was 9pm and dad headed upstairs. Danny tried hard to just watch some TV and let some time pass but his lust overcame him and he wondered upstairs slowly. He need to at least check his dad out. The door of his room was not locked or closed all the way. Danny inched inside and from the light in the hallway there was dadâs perfect ass in tighty whitiesâŠ.his cock shot straight up. He quietly walked over and leaned down again close to dadâs assâŠhis heart was beating fast. He leaned it and did the same as he did before lightly kissing that ass. This time dad seemed to stir right away but still seemed asleep. Danny pulled away to see what would happen. To his utter shock dad raised his ass and got on his kneesâŠhis face still down by the pillowâŠthe ass raised right into Dannyâs face. What was going on???! Danny lightly kissed the ass and it started to move around his faceâŠdad was liking this!!! Danny kept going slower kissing the fabric of the underwear as dad moved his ass around on his face pushing his ass out to meet Dannyâs mouth. Danny lost all control and started chewing and licking his fatherâs underwear ass and then it happenedâŠ.a massive loud fart! in his faceâŠhe kept chewing and dad let out moanâŠthen another big fart. Dad was rubbing his bulge through his underwear and moaning like crazy âTake that fart Dannyâ and out came another. Danny was going crazy. This was his ultimate fantasy. Dadâs farts were loud deep and warm and so hot. All of a sudden he heard the door downstairs open and the sound of momâs voice. Danny got up and ran out of the room into his. He could not believe what just happened!
Did all that really happen thought DannyâŠHe leaned up against his bedroom door and jacked his cock so hard and shot his wad all over. He was in shock and in a state of permanent arousal. But how would he face his dad? Would he know or be grossed out by it? He threw himself on his bed and drifted to sleep. He woke up groggy, thinking the experience with dad had been a dream then realized it had been true. His cock was raging in his undies. He got so nervous about going downstairs. But he had to. He put his gym shorts on headed down and hoped for the best. Dad was up fixing some electrical things by the TV. Danny tried to advice him but his dad said good morning and and seemed his normal self. Danny was so relieved and though maybe all that was a fluke. Still he was staring down at his dadâs ass with more hunger than ever. He sat down on the couch watching him but pretending to be reading a magazine. Nothing was said. Dad walked by him to get get some tools. Damn he was a hot manâŠdamn how hot was what happened last night. Heâd have to go jack off but as he was about to leave dad came back. He was wearing his usual khaki slacks hugging his ass. As Dad was coming back into the room he stopped in front of DannyâŠno words were said. He turned around ass towards the young manâŠ.and PPPLLLLAAAATTTTTT right in Dannyâs face. Danny mouth droppedâŠDad stayed there. Danny took it as a cue. He dove in and started munching and chewing and lickin his fatherâs ass right there in the living room..
As Danny chewed on his fatherâs perfect bubble ass he was leaving wet marks on his fatherâs slacks. He was moaning and as he licked and chewed still feeling the warmth of the farts dad has just ripped. He noticed that his father was now rubbing himself through his pants and bending over moreâŠpushing his ass into Dannyâs face. Out came one massive loud warm fartâŠ.seemed to last forever. Danny moaned and licked and chewed faster. His face buried in his dadâs clothed ass. The warmth hit his face and the loud sound echoed in his ears. He too started rubbing himself through his jeans. Suddenly he felt one last short fart hit his face and felt his father shaking. He was cumming in his pants! Dad moaned and shuddered and whispered a âFuck yes!â. Danny calmed himself and simply rested his face in his hot dadâs ass. So warm from those mega farts. He gently kissed his ass cheek. Dad proceeded to stand up âŠ.he didnât turn around. He simply rubbed Dannyâs head slightly and went to his roomâŠhis underwear full of cum.
Danny was shaking. He still was in shock this was all happening. Did he just get his dadâs hot farts in his face? How could that be? But it was true. The fart smell lingered in the room keep him hard. He whipped his cock out right there and in seconds his cum was flying everywhere. A slight feeling of guilt set in for the incestuous kink he had just done. But he knew it would pass. His mind was reeling. Could this lust for his own father, not to mention his farts continue?
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Mark was the youngest of three brothers, and they lived with his father and Uncle Tom. Being a male dominated house, there was (quite naturally) a lot of farting, whether just casually or as a prank. Being the youngest, Mark found himself the usual target of these pranks, especially regarding his older brothers, Jim and Paul, who he shared a room with. One day, the boys had decided to make a den in their bedroom, which they would then sleep in at night. It was by no accident that Jim and Paul decided to place Mark in between them, so that they could torture him with gas later in the night. âNight guys!â said Mark, making himself snug and closing his eyes. The lights went out and all was silent for a few moments. PPHHARRRPPP!!! Paul had just ripped a huge fart and started wafting it right in Markâs direction. âOh, god Paul, that stinks!â Mark groaned, turning to face Jim and finding himself face first inside Jimâs butt crack before he could even speak. âOh, I got him in my arse Paul!â Jim roared with laughter, holding the helpless Mark against his crack. âMPPHHH!â Mark groaned for freedom. âI think he wants you to fart on him,â Paul suggested. âMPPHHH!!â âLook, he even said please,â Paul laughed. âWell, if he wants farts then, oh,â PHHARRRRPPP!!! âAhh, heâll get âem! How does that smell, fart face?â Mark was too humiliated to speak. His brothers often farted in his face and he knew by know that squirming was no way to get free. Theyâd let him go when they got bored and so he just took it, breathing in the farts just like his brothers wanted. When Jim was done farting, he passed a dazed Mark over to Paul, who let rip a barrage of blasting, stinky and wet farts right into Markâs mouth. It was so loud, the sound of the trumps echoed down Markâs throat as he swallowed them, making his brotherâs cry with laughter. Mark felt so stupid, just taking it like that, but what choice did he have? Finally, Paul finished and Mark was free to return to sleep. Unfortunately, while no gas was being ripped in his face, Markâs brotherâs were filling the den with their manly, musky, farty smell. It was truly terrible and the sounds of them trumping never seemed to end. Mark had to get out. âWhere do you think youâre going?â Paul asked when Mark tried to leave. âIâm not sleeping in here with you two farting every two seconds!â Mark complained. âIâve had enough!â âI donât think so!â Paul retorted hotly. âIf you want to go then you have to do something for us first.â At this point, he and Jim grabbed Mark so that he couldnât escape. Paul then proceeded to whisper instructions into Markâs ears. As he heard them, a tear shed down the poor boys face; but he would do it if it could mean a night of freedom. Both Jim and Paul were on all fours, their backsides high in the air. Mark crawled across the den, placing his face inches away from Jimâs arse. âMay I smell your bottom?â he asked. âUrgh! You dirty bastard!â Jim faked disgust. âI bet you want me to fart in your face too, donât you?â âYes please,â Mark said stupidly, nearly crying.âšâGet in there then!â Mark pressed his face into his brotherâs arse and took one deep long wiff. It already reeked of the sprouty farts that Jim had been releasing earlier; the smell must have really stained the fabric of his pants, for no matter how hard Mark sniffed, the smell wouldnât go. Jim also started rubbing his arse into Markâs face, no doubt smearing the fart smell onto Mark too. âHere comes the fart!â Jim warned and sure enough it came: an immense gust of putrid wind, a gale force fart that blew back Markâs hair and made his eyes water, while he smelled it deeply. When the initial wave of gas ended, he removed his face from his brotherâs arse, said âThank you,â and kissed his brotherâs arse, just in time to have his lips farted on. Mark then proceeded to Paulâs arse. âPaul; I really want you to fart on me,â he said. âWhy? Do you like the way it smells?â âYes, I love the smell of farts, Paul,â âThen you wouldnât mind if I do this,â and with that, Paul pulled down his boxers, revealing his bare and hairy arse to his younger brother. âThatâll let you have more of the smell that you love.â Mark knew he had to sound grateful and he thanked Paul for his kindness, gently placing his nose into his brotherâs crack, resting it on his anus. âPrepare yourself, fart boy!â Paul said. Mark just had time to let out a small whimper before Paulsâ anus puckered on his nose and opened to shoot a mega trump right into Markâs nostrils. Paul held Markâs head in his crack. âSNIFF IT!!â he ordered, before letting out another three farts, which Mark smelled as best as he could. He then did as he had done for Jim, he kissed Paulâs arse and thanked him for his farts. He heard the boys laughing as he left the room to find somewhere else to sleep. Mark entered his Dadâs bedroom. There were a lot of boxes about as they had just moved house and so little room to sleep on the floor. Mark was about to go elsewhere when his dad woke and told him he could share the bed with him if he wanted. Despite being a little old for such things (Mark was fourteen) he was exhausted and so he did. The two laid in bed, with Markâs dad facing away from his son. Mark was happy, finally free of farts and ready for sleep.PHLORP! A wet fart erupted from beneath the duvet covers. Markâs dad sniggered. Mark knew what was coming. He went terribly pale and let out a tiny defensless yelp, as covers came cascading over his head, sealing him in a dutch oven. To recap from the last part of this story, Mark is the fart cushion of his family, who all love to torture him ceaselessly with their gas. He had just been forced to endure the gas of his brothers, Paul and Jim and after escaping them, went to his dadâs room. Unfortunately for him, his dad has just trapped him in a dutch oven, and the smell is beginning to overpower him already. âPwoah! Dad! Let me out!â Mark screamed as the beef broth stench of his dadâs fart entered his nostrils. His dad laughed in reply. âI suggest you be quiet and take it son,â he said. âYou donât want your brothers to hear this do you? They might want in on the action.â âI suppose youâre right,â Mark moaned, resigned yet again to his stinky fate. âOf course Iâm right. Now let me hear you take a big whiff.â SSSSNNNNNIIIIFFFF!!! âGood boy. Now Iâm going to fart on you again, so get your face up my farthole ready for it boy.â âYes dad,â Mark said, presenting his face to his fatherâs arse, subsequently planting his nose into his crack. âHang on, back up a moment Mark. I just want to⊠thatâs better. Right, you can get back in there now.â Mark darenât move. His father had just pulled down his boxers to reveal his immensely hairy bottom and dirty bum hole to his sonâs face. He couldnât put his face in that. âI said,â Markâs dad grappled his sons head in one hand and forced it into his crack. âGet in my arse. Thatâs a boy! You ready for some gas?â âMMPPHH!â âDonât be too eager, I might have to get the boys in here if you want it that badly.â At this point in time, Mark wouldnât have minded. His brotherâs farts would smell like fresh tulips on a spring morning in comparison to whatever was about to erupt from his fatherâs already terribly smelly arse. âRight then Mark, here we go!â PPPPHHHARRRRPPP!!! âAhhh, thatâs a good one. Start smelling it boy.â Mark reluctantly did as he was told; not that he had a choice, what with his father still keeping his head locked in his arse, rubbing his buttocks back and forth, smearing the wet fart stains on his nose. âJesus son, I never knew you were such a brown noser. Here, have this for your trouble,â BBRRRAARRRRPPP!!! PPLORRP!!! POOT!! PHHHARRRP!! That stream of farts caused the covers themselves to fill up with gas, not to mention how forcefully it vibrated against Markâs face as he smelt those farts deeply, trying his best to smell it all as quickly as possible so that this torture could be over. Unfortunately for him, his father had been so relaxed by releasing the pressure of those farts, that he had rolled over, squashing his sonâs face under his arse and fallen asleep. Mark could hear him snoring, and with each exhilation, his father let out a warm, pooting fart onto his sonâs defenceless face. And so Mark lay there, immobile, smelling his dadâs farts as it was the only oxygen he had left to breath. As he did, he wondered why anyone would force their own child to endure such a torture as this. No wonder Mark couldnât get a girlfriend; due to the amount of farts smothered into his skin, he pretty much smelt like a fart himself and no matter how hard he tried, he couldnât wash it off. He wondered how bad he would smell when the morning came, or if his father would even release him, because he so loved to wake his son up with a mouthful of fart. Fortunately, after three hours of face farts, Markâs dad rolled over and once more, Mark could escape and this time, he decided to go downstairs to sleep in the living room where his uncle Tom slept, because Tom very rarely farted on him. The reason that Tom rarely farted on his nephew, was because he too had been the youngest of three brothers and had endured himself, endless days and nights of trumps ripped on his face by his mean brotherâs, his father and their friends. They used to tie him up and fit a gas mask to his face, attached to which was a hose that split off into smaller hoses, which the guys stuffed down their pants and farted into, thus Tom was used to smelling up to eight different farts at any one time. They also used to see who could knock him out with their gas the quickest, who had the nicest smelling or tasting farts, and also made videos of Tom, seemingly breathing in their farts willingly, which they would show to any girls he brought home. All of this naturally led to Tom feeling a lot of sympathy for his fourteen year old nephew, however, it had also led to something else. A fart fetish. Yes, Tom had been face farted that many times that his nostrils soon became accustomed to the smell and he began looking forward to these face farting sessions with his family and friends. It seemed this happened to the youngest brother across all generations and often, the whole male side of the family would get together to fart on each others faces for hours on end. Even some of the men who werenât the youngest liked to be face farted, but the youngest of each generation were never allowed to do the farting, and were always the most ridiculed as well, for if Tom wanted to smell some gas, he was forced to beg or even pay for the pleasure. His older brother Timothy however, need only ask and heâd get a big juicy one ripped tightly against his face. However, times were changing and as Tom watched his young nephew lie face up on the floor, he realised that he was no longer at the bottom of the run, not if he could turn Mark into a fartsniffer. And so, Tom rose, pulled down his underpants to reveal an immensely bubbly, soft arse and planted it onto his nephewâs face. Markâs eyes opened, just in time to sight an anus pucker and rip a fart into his gaping mouth. âNOT AGAIN!â Mark thought to himself. During the space of a single evening, Mark had been forced to endure the farts of his brothers, then his father and now his Uncle Tom had just began letting loose in his nephewâs helpless face. PPPHHHARRRPP!!! âSuck it up lad,â Uncle Tom ordered, seeing Mark squirm to get away from the smell. âEmbrace the gas. Love it!â Mark was truly terrified. Was his Uncle insane? How could anyone embrace the pleasure of being face farted? There was no pleasure in it at all, especially when the one farting on you had an enormous arse that was crushing your face, not to mention the sweat in his Uncleâs crack, mixed with the forests of hair that grew there. Mark found himself wishing he was back in the tent enduring the farts of his brothers, or even in the dutch oven his dad had given him just minutes ago. âWhy is it always me?â Mark cursed as Uncle Tom released a powerful, shitty smelling fart up his nostrils. âBecause youâre the youngest,â Uncle Tom explained. âItâs a tradition we have in this family. When I was your age I got the same treatment, but I learned to appreciate your fatherâs farts, as well as my fathers and even your brothers. Donât worry son, youâll get used to it someday.â âNot if you let me go!â Mark pleaded. Uncle Tom let out a deep fart and sat firmly on his nephewâs face, silencing his pleas for release as well as sealing the poor kid with that truly horrific fart and those that would follow. Tom had discovered that one of the perks of being a family fart cushion was that inhaling so many farts made he himself, quite flatulent, to the point where he could pretty much fart at will. Mark was discovering this now, as he cried under his Uncleâs anus, which was bombarding his face with streams of powerful gas that would have sent him flying into the air had his Uncle not pressed all of his weight on him. To make matters worse, Tom decided to put on the television and he sat there watching it, casually passing gas on his nephew like he was nothing but a seat cushion. The flatulence was never-ending and each fart was longer and louder than the last, not to mention the stink which increased with the increasing sweatiness of Tomâs crack, to the point where Mark literally smelled like an anus himself. After a while, Mark began to accept that his Uncle was not going to release him and so he lay there and accepted his fate. âAh, thatâs the first step,â his Uncle said, though Mark was too busy breathing in the farty air to hear anything. âAccepting your place as the fart receptical. Iâll have you pleading for farts in no time boy.â And he let out a heartily wet fart, his stinkiest yet, but Mark just lay motionless and smelled it all. This fart session continued until the morning. Tom had actually fallen asleep, but Mark had not even tried to escape as he had with his father, not even when Tom rolled over, off of his face. Mark remained, his nose placed against his uncleâs anus, waiting to smell the remaining farts. Mark had no idea why he was doing this, he seemed sort of entranced almost, for even when day broke and his brothers came downstairs to see him sniffing his Uncleâs arse, he didnât notice them. âWhat the hell are you doing?â Paul exclaimed. Mark didnât respond, for Uncle Tom had released a fart and he had immediately started to sniff it deeply. Paul and Jim laughed out loud at this. âSo youâve decided that you like fart, huh bro?â said Jim. âWell get a load of this!â Jim lifted his leg and let out a ten second, tightly ripped fart, which got Markâs attention and he stared at his brotherâs arse. It was at this point that Mark truly realised what he had been doing, what he wanted to do now. He had enjoyed his Uncleâs gas, he loved the way it smelt, the way it made the tip of his nose vibrate, not to mention the deep, manly sound that the farts made. He also loved the fact that he was being humiliated, the fact that he was just taking these farts in the face without wincing, instead just sniffing or eating or rubbing his face in it. Now, as he stared at his brotherâs jean clad arse, all he could think about was crawling up to it, placing his nose before Jimâs almighty anus and inhaling that fart. âDonât just lie there bro!â Jim ordered. âGet over here and smell my farts!â Mark didnât need telling again. He ran over to his brother, placed his nose in its rightful place and began smelling his farts, kissing his arse in praise of the beautiful trump before asking politely for another one, just as he had done the previous night in the tent. After that, his brotherâs decided to tag team him, placing Mark into a fart sandwhich between their arses, ripping constant farts so loud that they woke their father up, who was delighted to see that his son had finally turned into a fart One of the best stories ever on GABF. Previously posted by I guy who I think may have been called Farteater, on the site I found this he was called PFWilson. Remember, Iâll send you a fart video for every full length story you upload http://files.b1.jcink.com/html/emoticons/wink.gif
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Dannyâs Dadâs FARTS
Danny was 20 years old still living at home. He was a handsome young man and rather masculine though he knew he was gay. Danny was close to his family especially his dad. His dad was 47 and incredibly handsome. In face Danny harbored a strong attraction to him since his teensâŠ.something he felt strange about but could not control. He was obsessed with his fatherâs bubble ass. Dannyâs dad had a great ass and tended to wear snug jeans or even slacks since he had an office job. Danny loved to check his dad out and came close many time to touching that hot ass but chickened out. Danny was also weirded out at another thing. He loved hearing his dad fart loud. It got him extremely aroused. Dad used to rip loud farts all the time around the house and Danny would struggle to hide his complete arousal. He struggled at his feelings for his dad and this strange fetish he had. When dad ripped his massive farts Danny would have to run to his room and jack off furiously thinking of his hot father just farting just for him. One day Danny came home from work early to find his handsome dad napping on the couch. He was face down snoring and his incredible ass encased in snug light brown slacks. Danny was transfixedâŠMom was not home yetâŠ.this would be the time he could feel itâŠtouch itâŠcould it be time?
Danny looked at his dadâs ass. The perfect mounds encased in tight slacks made his mouth water. His heart was beating so fast as he inched closer. He bent down with his face so close to his fatherâs ass. He rubbed himself though his jeans. He was beyond horny when the unthinkable happened. A loud deep fart ripped out of his fatherâs ass just two inches from his faceâŠhe almost came on the spot. He held in his moans. He got braverâŠ.he he grazed dadâs ass with his lips, gently so not wake him. Dad was snoring away as Danny gently started to lightly kiss his ass. He was shakingâŠnervous but also more turned on then he"d ever been and sure enough another loud but shorter fart escaped. Danny felt it vibrate on his lips. He was going fucking crazy. All of a sudden he felt his dadâs move under his lips. He got up and moved away. Dad was waking upâŠDanny ran to his bedroom and jacked off like crazy. His mouth felt his hot dadâs fart. So wrong and taboo but so hot. Heâd have to try it again!
Danny could not stop thinking of his dadâs farting ass. He woke up hard and restless after falling asleep for an hour on his bed. He went downstairs and saw his hot dad in the kitchen. He was making tea. Danny couldnât take his eyes off his father. Dad told him that he was headed to bed early because he had not been feeling well. Danny was hoping heâs stay around so he could have been close to him sit next to him, look at him. It was 9pm and dad headed upstairs. Danny tried hard to just watch some TV and let some time pass but his lust overcame him and he wondered upstairs slowly. He need to at least check his dad out. The door of his room was not locked or closed all the way. Danny inched inside and from the light in the hallway there was dadâs perfect ass in tighty whitiesâŠ.his cock shot straight up. He quietly walked over and leaned down again close to dadâs assâŠhis heart was beating fast. He leaned it and did the same as he did before lightly kissing that ass. This time dad seemed to stir right away but still seemed asleep. Danny pulled away to see what would happen. To his utter shock dad raised his ass and got on his kneesâŠhis face still down by the pillowâŠthe ass raised right into Dannyâs face. What was going on???! Danny lightly kissed the ass and it started to move around his faceâŠdad was liking this!!! Danny kept going slower kissing the fabric of the underwear as dad moved his ass around on his face pushing his ass out to meet Dannyâs mouth. Danny lost all control and started chewing and licking his fatherâs underwear ass and then it happenedâŠ.a massive loud fart! in his faceâŠhe kept chewing and dad let out moanâŠthen another big fart. Dad was rubbing his bulge through his underwear and moaning like crazy âTake that fart Dannyâ and out came another. Danny was going crazy. This was his ultimate fantasy. Dadâs farts were loud deep and warm and so hot. All of a sudden he heard the door downstairs open and the sound of momâs voice. Danny got up and ran out of the room into his. He could not believe what just happened!
Did all that really happen thought DannyâŠHe leaned up against his bedroom door and jacked his cock so hard and shot his wad all over. He was in shock and in a state of permanent arousal. But how would he face his dad? Would he know or be grossed out by it? He threw himself on his bed and drifted to sleep. He woke up groggy, thinking the experience with dad had been a dream then realized it had been true. His cock was raging in his undies. He got so nervous about going downstairs. But he had to. He put his gym shorts on headed down and hoped for the best. Dad was up fixing some electrical things by the TV. Danny tried to advice him but his dad said good morning and and seemed his normal self. Danny was so relieved and though maybe all that was a fluke. Still he was staring down at his dadâs ass with more hunger than ever. He sat down on the couch watching him but pretending to be reading a magazine. Nothing was said. Dad walked by him to get get some tools. Damn he was a hot manâŠdamn how hot was what happened last night. Heâd have to go jack off but as he was about to leave dad came back. He was wearing his usual khaki slacks hugging his ass. As Dad was coming back into the room he stopped in front of DannyâŠno words were said. He turned around ass towards the young manâŠ.and PPPLLLLAAAATTTTTT right in Dannyâs face. Danny mouth droppedâŠDad stayed there. Danny took it as a cue. He dove in and started munching and chewing and lickin his fatherâs ass right there in the living room..
As Danny chewed on his fatherâs perfect bubble ass he was leaving wet marks on his fatherâs slacks. He was moaning and as he licked and chewed still feeling the warmth of the farts dad has just ripped. He noticed that his father was now rubbing himself through his pants and bending over moreâŠpushing his ass into Dannyâs face. Out came one massive loud warm fartâŠ.seemed to last forever. Danny moaned and licked and chewed faster. His face buried in his dadâs clothed ass. The warmth hit his face and the loud sound echoed in his ears. He too started rubbing himself through his jeans. Suddenly he felt one last short fart hit his face and felt his father shaking. He was cumming in his pants! Dad moaned and shuddered and whispered a âFuck yes!â. Danny calmed himself and simply rested his face in his hot dadâs ass. So warm from those mega farts. He gently kissed his ass cheek. Dad proceeded to stand up âŠ.he didnât turn around. He simply rubbed Dannyâs head slightly and went to his roomâŠhis underwear full of cum.
Danny was shaking. He still was in shock this was all happening. Did he just get his dadâs hot farts in his face? How could that be? But it was true. The fart smell lingered in the room keep him hard. He whipped his cock out right there and in seconds his cum was flying everywhere. A slight feeling of guilt set in for the incestuous kink he had just done. But he knew it would pass. His mind was reeling. Could this lust for his own father, not to mention his farts continue?
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Dad Stinkface #2
This one is a little shorter but it still counts for me. One time when we got back from vacation, we were all tired and just all fell asleep downstairs because our drive was long and traffic made us get home late. So I laid on the floor w/ a blanket, I was on my back facing up. I heard someone talking quietly so I squinted and saw my dad and brother talking in the kitchen. I couldnât hear what they were talking about, but I did hear something like, âHeâs such a heavy sleeper, You canât wake him upâ And somehow the next time i squinted my eyes, since I heard footsteps coming towards me, I saw a familiar sight, My Dads ass above me with his legs on either side. He slowly lowered his ass onto me then quietly was on his knees so his ass engulfed me. His underwear stunk so bad , he slowly moved it side to side and up and down, but eventually because of the motion my mouth was open. I could hear my brother quietly saying âDamn how is he not awake yet?â In a laughing tone. Then my dad whispered, âOh he will after thisâ He rubbed his stomach, then i felt his asshole push, his body tense up. Then a quiet long 11 second stream of eggy gas hissed into my nose. My dad tried keeping his laugh quiet and looked over his shoulder and scooted down a bit to see if i was awake. Iâm a great actor so I was still âasleepâ. âDamn he must be a heavy sleeper.â He scooted back over my face and mouth and gave one last slow shake side to side. Then ripped another louder, clumpy juicy egg fart, then got off and that was that.
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