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Dad and Fantasies 2
🕑 Added 2021-04-09 07:46:12 +0000 UTCConclusion
“I’ll help ya there.” He said, as he started scrubbing my back. He did that for maybe a minute, then worked his way down. ‘STOP STOP STOP’ that’s all I had in my mind. Coz this was definitely turning me on like hell. But he kept scrubbing. He reached my butt and started cleaning right in my crack. Only for a few seconds. So I didn’t say anything. He scrubbed all the way up to my neck. I stood there with my hands on the wall. His dick continuously hit against my butt while he scrubbed the back of my neck. ‘Ohh shit’ My erection pulsated. Shit shit shit now what do I do??
“There. I think that’s enough. Now help your old man.” It was an order.
He turned around. This can't be happening. How can I face Dad? What if he turns around? What if he sees my hard on? I hesitantly took the loofah and started with his upper back, praying he wouldn’t look back. I gazed at his big hairy ass, unable to believe I was so close to an ass so significant. I just wanted to sit down in the tub and kiss it over and over. His butt muscle flexed as he shifted his bodyweight from one leg to the other. I almost drooled at the heavenly display. My hands trembled as excitement and nervousness fill me... but I still continued cleaning his back.
“What are you… a girl? Come on give me a good hard scrub back there.” He said leaning on the wall. Now his ass stood out even more. My cock rocked hard. I scrubbed a bit harder.
'What the hell am I gonna do?'
'This is so fucked up man!!'
These were the only thoughts that crossed my mind apart from the nasty things I wanted to do to dad’s ass.
Eventually, I had to head down. Every time I looked down I saw his ass. I wanted to jack off then and there, his ass tempting me...I wish I could rest my dick between these magnificent cheeks. So I worked my way down his lower back. The soapy lather slid down, into his perfectly hairy ass crack, down to his low hanging balls. My dad shifted his body weight from one leg to another making his ass flex everytime. I kept going lower and lower. I was gonna scrub my dad’s ass!!!
I was horny as hell and shit scared at the same time. But I controlled myself and started with his left butt cheek. Since I had to scrub it hard I bent down a little. My face was a few feet away from his ass. What a perfect ass!!! The whole feeling was so overwhelming. I started trembling. The loofah dropped from my hand. I bent down to get it. My head was now just a bit lower than my dad’s ass. So when I looked up, his beautiful ass was square in my field of vision; less than an inch from my nose and lips. I paused. I'm in total awe. Then the unthinkable happened. A loud, deep fart ripped out of my father's ass just two inches from my face.
“Yeahhh!! Ha ha … how’d you like that one, son?” My dad said. My heart leaped. The ‘Yeahhh’ almost sounded like a grunt. Now he's laughing in his manly voice. A strong, potent, stink filled my nose. I was overcome by the aroma, but snapped back as quickly as possible.
“Fuck dad!!!” I replied, feigning anger. It smelled thicker than expected.
He laughed. “What… don’t you guys fool around with each other the same way? Farting is a personal sport among men, boy.”
“Yeah sure dad!! You do that one more time an-”
He pushed his ass back. It rubbed against my face. I'm cut off by another loud, big fart. This time ON my face! My dick sparked in excitement. My face vibrated and I could taste it on my tongue. The masculine stench in the air doubled, the smell of the bathtub is now heavily tainted.
“Ugh! Dad...” I'm feigning even more disgust. Woof, that smell! Peeyew!
“Yer darn tootin’” he joked with a fake accent. It turned me on.
“I thought you were asking for it” he said, laughing and wiggling his butt in my face to mock me.
I wanted him to feel superior. But I didn't want him to think I hated his ‘sports,’ so I chuckled and said “whatever” to indicate that it wasn't a big deal. In reality, this will probably be my core thought while jacking off for the rest of my life.
The intense smell polluted the air, arousing me to a new level.
I hoped he'd never stop. But I couldn't risk him turning around and seeing me with a boner. So I continued scrubbing him.
I again began with his left butt cheek. The smell was taking its time to dissipate, remaining in the air. It was a smell so bad, a normal kid wouldn't want to have breakfast later. I can still smell it to this day. Finished, I moved to the right butt cheek. Obviously I had spent more time scrubbing his ass than his back. He clenched his butt once or twice earlier. But now he'd clench every time I scrubbed on top of each butt cheek. This really got me excited.
But I still controlled myself. I don’t think I ever wanted to masterbate so badly in my entire life. Now I thought I really had to stop. I couldn’t go on forever. But he wasn't saying anything. So I continued scrubbing. But this time not his butt. I moved further down. I started scrubbing his thighs. He didn’t seem to protest in any way. I don’t think he should have. I mean its not always that he gets a free scrub.
SO I started working on his thigh. As I reached for the inner thigh, he moved his feet apart so that I could get a better access there. He still isn't saying anything, so I mustered a little more courage and bent down so I could scrub him properly. But as I moved upwards a noticeable awkward silence prevailed between us. Just as I thought this, my dad shifted his body weight from his left leg to the right. His balls. They touch my han-
He startled me with his voice,
“So who was that girl you were thinking about? Anyone I know?”
'Oh my god' I thought. My heart skipped.
“Err….uhh..."
"C'mon, son, don't be embarrassed. Tell me who." He wiggled his ass when he said that.
I can't believe none of this is bothering him...
"..........my teacher," I lied, sounding kinda embarrassed.
"Mm, I know exactly which one! That hotass, Ms. Hatsilakos. With her round onion-ass."
"Onion ass?"
"An ass that brings tears to your eyes."
Both of us laugh. With every laugh, his balls swung against his thighs. Oh yeahhh...
“You were just touching her with your eyes, weren't you, boy?”
“She's just hot, dad…that’s all…”
“Oh yeah, 1I forgot you still don’t know how to fuck a girl…”
“Dad!”
"Hey, now, I didn't mean it like that. You move at your own pase, son. I'm just saying, I screwed 9 chicks when I was your age. I use to get some almost every other night." He paused, "...and this remains between us alright. It’s a father son talk. It involves me and you. Ok?”
“Dad. Just say you don’t want Mom to know your score…”
My dad looked over his shoulder. He couldn’t see me completely, but I knew he was grinning.
I continued scrubbing. We were having a cool, random conversation, but my mind kept thinking of how his balls touched my hand.
I wonder if he'll care if my hand grazes them. With balls of steel, I again scrubbed his inner thigh, slowly moving upwards. He's still leaning on the wall with his head down. He can't see me. I bent down a little more to catch a glimpse of his hairy package. I tried to bend as much as I could but it was useless. I could only see his balls.
I couldn’t go underneath his legs and stare at his man tools, could I? I continued moving upwards, reaching his thigh. His low hangers were right by my hand. He shifted his bodyweight again, which caused his balls to gently squish against my outer hand. I touched his balls!!! And this time, I did it myself! If this goes on, I’ll be spewing my jizz right on my dads legs without even touching myself. I moved on to the right leg when my fingers brushed his balls. This made him tingle a bit.
“I guess that’s enough” he said. I quickly dropped the loofah and again turned around to hide my boner.
“I gotta piss….. You know what son? Let’s have a pissing contest. Whoever pees the highest wins. Dems the rules.” my dad said, coming forward to stand beside me. We were both facing the wall.
“Alright. On the count of three.”
What the hell went into my dad today? We used to play this when I was a kid. Now he wants to play them again? I’d love to play but the only problem was my boner. It was RAGING!
"One..." he counts. How do I do this? I can still smell his farts. They turned me on like hell.
"... Two..." He's standing right beside me with our naked wet bodies touching each other.
"...Three!" He holds his monstrous dick in his hand and pees hard.
I'm done. This time he’ll definitely see it. I can’t even think. He's standing right beside me with an arm around my shoulders. The golden piss shot from his thick meat, causing my jaw to drop. I was mesmerized. Mesmerized and screwed. He could catch me at any second. But he was busy aiming his dick to a higher level so he would win. He was gonna win anyways because I couldn't piss with my hard on.
I simply stood there staring at his cock. He laughs and brags like a gamer.
“Ha ha! You lost, boy! I couldn’t even see you reach anywhere near my mark.” He bragged, wiggling his cock. His expression changed drastically. There was nothing I could do now. He saw my boner. He removed his arm from my shoulder and stepped back. I couldn’t face him now.
“Turn around.” He said. It was more of a command and I sensed the seriousness in his voice.
“Turn around and face me.” His voice was a bit louder. “I see why I couldn’t see your piss. You have a fuckin hard on that’s why.”
I just kept quiet, not even daring to look at him in the eye.
"God damn, you really got it bad for Ms. Hotass don't you, boy?"
"Um..." I responded, he put one of his hands on my shoulder.
"It's fine, son, every kid does it, but listen." He grabbed my shoulders, "I just want you to understand that these dreams aren't real. She's your teacher." He looked at me seriously, "you understand that, right?"
"Well yeah, dad, I know I'm never gonna be with her..." I laughed, but it was really a laugh of intense relief. I almost had tears of joy. He smirked, relieved, and shut off the water. My eyes were glued to him as he walked out of the tub.
"So, you finally started dreaming for the big prize, eh son?" Dad said somewhat mockingly, toweling himself off.
"Uh...sure, dad..." I said, grabbing my towel. I brought it to my face.
"I get it. She's not bad. The only woman for me is your mother, of course, but it doesn't hurt to check these things out once in a while."
Him saying that was a little awkward. But his voice had a hypnotic quality, causing my dick too stir.
"Oh, I don't think I'm helping, am I, heh heh heh?" He said. He grabbed my dick again. I yelped. My hand swatted his, but I laugh.
He chuckled,
"I'll leave you alone to take care of that, son?"
He turned around and let out a thunderous fart on my dick without realising it, as he simply wanted to fart on me. He then yawned and stretched, giving me an impressive view of each and every muscle on his back. The smell reached my nose. He farted again as he walked out of the bathroom closing the door behind him. I laughed and called him an asshole. A risky move.
"Give Ms. H a 'hi' from me in your dreams, kid." He joked through the door.
My cock was raging out as the stench consumed me; the smell was inescapable. I grabbed my dry dick and lubed it with some Vaseline while breathing in the rank odor.
Every single memory of what just happened came to mind. Scrubbing my dad's ass, him farting on my face, the pissing contest, and the general closeness; I trembled as an immense wave of pleasure moved throughout my body. I felt nothing but bliss.
He left his underwear on the ground, so I brought them to my face and breathed in deep through my nose. His balls and ass fill my nostrils. It was exactly like earlier when he was in bed — the smell is incredibly strong. The second I took them from my face, the pungent stink of his lingering fart immediately pushed itself into my nose.
I thrust into my hand. A familiar urge quivered in my balls. I couldn't stand it. It's coming! I couldn't stop it.
I erupted! Giving myself entirely to my shower with Dad. My body jerked and tweeked as the orgasm coursed through me.
Oh God this is so good, his smell was all around me and in my head. 'Keep going...keep going...wow.' I couldn't think straight.
I rest for a minute, then clean up after myself.
I have to remember that my dreams for my dad are just a fantasy. Never to pursue. But that being said...
I cannot stress enough how lucky I was. This was a dream come true!
Comments
Ansen
Wow! What an ending! I can't wait to see more stories from you in the future <3
