This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between males who are related to each other. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic distasteful the please leave now.
The story contains RAUNCH/SCAT
The author can be reached at kjcniftystories@gmail.com
Bed and Breakfast - 2
The tip of my son's shit is hovering over my face. I can smell it's heady funk and can see how knotty and lumpy it is. Slowly, he lets out another fart, this one stronger than before. I know what's coming and I can't wait. I can see more clearly the tip of his dump coming out of his sweaty hairy boy ass. The end of the dump is slightly indented where my tongue probably pressed up against it. I keep rubbing my son's back and encouraging him to give Daddy what he wants. My son takes my big black dick into his mouth and slowly slides the big veiny shaft back into his throat. He starts to moan as more of his dump starts to come out. I watch as his ass hole slowly steadily wider and larger as he tries to feed me the breakfast of champions.
I crane forward and take a deep sniff of the dump, which is now one-quarter of the way out. It's strong and funky. I stare at the surface of the dump taking it all in...the bumps, lumps, cracks and crevices in the shit. I always like to look at what I am going to eat. My son relaxes a minute. He knows what I am going to do next. I have to readjust my body a bit. I slide my son's body a little further up so that I am right beneath the shit.
"Aww Dad!", my son says as my big black dick pops out of his mouth.
"Sorry son, I am one hungry man!"
The dump is right above my mouth and by moving my son, I don't have to strain as much, so I lean forward and take the end of the big brown knotty dump into mouth. The first taste hits me like a rocket. It is strong, deep and funky. I don't want to break anything off, so I just gently suck on the end like it's a dick. I think to myself, this is going to be a big one. I continue to rub my lips around the end of the brown funky tube and lay back again and look at it. The end of it is now smoother than before because of my mouth work. It's now more of a point.
"Daddy, you want more?", my son asks.
"Have I ever not?", I replied.
I can feel my sons abs tense against mine as he strains more to release his dump into his daddy's waiting mouth.
The dump grows more as it comes out of my son's hairy sweaty ass. The next quarter length of it is thicker and browner than the first part.
Ah, the good stuff, I think to myself.
My son stops for a minute. I can feel his hot wet breath on my crotch as he strains as he has to hold his dump and has the need to shit badly.
I don't have to lean much farther this time as the dump has become longer and curves slightly down above my face. I stare at the knotty brown lump and raise my head up with my mouth open.
I slowly extend my tongue out as far as it would go and lean up. I want to deep throat my son's dump. I finally feel the end of the funky dump as it touches my lips, moves past to my tongue and finally settles into the roof of my mouth. I am very careful. I really don't want it to break off before he finishes shitting. I open my mouth as wide as I can around the lump and take a deep inhale.
"I am ready for my second course, son.", I say to my boy.
"Are you sure dad. I gotta feelin' this one is probably bigger than the last time.", my son replies.
"Don't question me, boy, just do as I say!", I reply with stern love.
"I am sorry daddy. You know what is best.", he says.
As soon as he says best, I can feel his abs tighten against my stomach as he strains to push out the rest.
I think to myself as the brown dirty tube becomes longer – my son might have been right. This time, it does seem like more and much thicker than before. It must be all the junk food the kids eat today. It doesn't matter. It time for Daddy to fill his belly full of boy shit.
To be continued...