Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2018 13:14:04 +0000
From: Jay Morris <sniffyoudeep@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sniff Dad's Finger

Sniff Dad's Finger
Scat/Incest

I'd noticed them the minute I got off the bus at the bus station. The dad
and son, like carbon copies of one another. The dad was built like a brick
shithouse, bouncer-style with a bald head and a fat nose, big lips, blue
eyes despite being mixed race. He was wearing a grey tracksuit and was
blinged up with ridiculous Rolex and over-the-top red trainers. He was
about 45. Gym-fit with a hard arse. The son was like a mini-me. Couldn't
have been older than 17, mixed race, skinhead, blue eyes, in a blue track
suit and gawdy green trainers - chav opulence of the highest calibre. They
were strutting about the shopping centre like they owned the place and as
they walked side by side my eyes were drawn to both their arses. Dads was
like a big hard rock whereas son's was chunkier, softer, and whilst his
frame wasn't big his booty was, wobbling about in those tight track suit
bottoms.

Now I'm going to hold my hands up and say from the start - I am a fucking
perv. For as long as I can remember I have found myself following lads
around the city centre under a trance with my eyes fixed firmly on their
arses. If they're chunky, if they're tight, if they're big, if they're
small - I always have one common thought. How does that arse smell? I am
obsessed with the stink that emanates from a guy's crack - that mix of
hole, sweat and shit. Even better if they're so sweaty that it's run down
the crack and pooled in their undies just under the scrotum. That is
treasure in heaven for me. So watching dad and son as I walked behind them
I couldn't help but wonder who smelled worst - and best. A few times I
clocked the dad looking at me and tried to avert my gaze, but the more I
followed them the hornier I got, and the more brazen.

Just as we passed the newly renovated public toilets the dad looked around
at me again and this time I didn't move my eyes from his son's fine fat
booty. The dad smirked as he saw where I was looking and then suddenly he
patted his son on the shoulder and gestured towards the toilet. The lad
smiled and they both entered the public toilet, the dad glancing back at me
with a wink as they went. I couldn't believe my luck - was this really
happening? Only one way to find out.

I gave chase immediately, an erection burgeoning inside my jeans, and
entered the toilet behind them. The layout was just three urinals side by
side and then off to the right a series of four cubicles. Being a new
refurbishment the place smelled more of air freshener than anything and was
relatively clean. Nobody else was in there as I got inside and found dad
and son at two of the three urinals side by side.

Dad looked around and saw me, and smirked as he looked to his son. The son
looked around, no smirk on his face just a look of innocence and I daresay
ambivalence. Then to my complete shock the dad reached over and slide his
hand down the back of the son's track suit bottoms, into his Calvins and
down along his crack. The dad looked at me the whole time as I watched his
fingers inside those track suits and they were working hard. Kneading,
squeezing... and then going inside the crack. The son gasped as the dad
clearly entered his pucker. Then he worked it around for about ten seconds
before pulling his fingers out of the pants and holding them under his
nose. As he took a deep sniff his eyes rolled back a little. His dick,
clearly a ten incher, was hard in his pants and when the son saw it he did
what clearly he had been taught to do a long time ago.

He fell to his knees, licking his lips, and unleashed his dad's caramel
log, uncut and oozing dick-snot, and before I knew it the son was sucking
on his dad for all it was worth. The dad sniffed that finger again and
again, groaning as his son worked his prick like a pro. My own seven inches
throbbed in my jeans and I had to release it. I pulled my zip down and took
out my meat in my hand, cut, oozing pre, and I slicked up the head and
began shuffling my hand up and down the shaft as the dad's eyes met mine
and beckoned me over.

I was drawn in as if by a magnet and the dad held his fingers out to me. I
took his hand and sniffed deep the scent of his son's anus - pure boy sweat
and the promise of a deeper stink within.

"Like that?" he growled. "I've been sniffing that for fucking years mate."

Before I could reply the son had suddenly taken me inside his hot mouth
sucking me like his life depended on it.

"That's it Jerome," he said. "Swallow his cock like you swallow dad."

He grabbed his son's head and forced him down on my dick so he was gagging
around the base. It felt like heaven to have this teenage gullet struggle
on my piss slit. He coughed up and saliva and throat slime poured all over
my balls. The dad took Jerome's head and moved it back on to his.

"That's it son work the shaft like I taught ya, roll your tongue under
dad's bell end yes!"

His verbal was driving me insane as I worked my own dick, my eyes drifting
down his son's back to the Calvin Klein waistband on display, the hint of
caramel skin as his arse stuck out in the air whilst he sucked his dad.

"I know what you want," dad said. "Pay me fifty quid and you can do what
you like to it. We've just been the gym and the showers were broke so he's
extra fucking tasty!"

I couldn't pay quick enough, slapping notes in hand with my own shaky
fingers, thrust forth by adrenaline and pure animal lust.

"Jerome," dad said. "Get up here. You've got work to do."

Jerome got to his feet and his dad dragged him over to the sink unit before
yanking those track suit bottoms down and bending him over. His Calvins
were white save for a spot of brown at the back just under the crack. Dad
laughed, poking at it.

"I dug that out in the car on the way here," he laughed. "Can't leave this
little cunt alone can I!"

"No dad," said Jerome. "My arse stinks, Mr, hope that's OK?"

My response told him all he needed to know as I sank to my knees and
pressed my nose to his Calvin-clad-crevice. I inhaled the smell of pure boy
ass, that teenage stink of vinegar and shit. Utterly heavenly. He groaned
as I caressed his thick caramel thighs, inhaling deeper as I forced my nose
into the cotton covered crack. The dad got round the front and plugged
Jerome's gob with his cock as I pulled those Calvins down.

I was presented with a smooth caramel arse the likes I'd never seen
before. Chunky and fat and darker at the crack, the smell of his shit
promised a treat for a pig perv like me so I dove in. I lost half my face
between those teen cheeks smearing myself with the produce of his workout -
pure lad sweat and hole butter pooled there waiting to be cleaned out. And
clean I did, working my tongue deeper and deeper and commanding him to
push, his flower unfurling and dribbling dirt as it opened. I lapped his
lad-slime up as I heard him choke on his dad.

"That's it son, right down your fucking throat go on..."

He gagged and retched on that dick and each retch pushed out a fart in my
face, acrid bad eggs blowing up my nostrils and sending my dick wild, snail
trail of my own pre cum all over the floor between my legs. I stopped and
sat back for a second to enjoy watching his pink and brown hole pucker as
he sucked his dad, and then I reached into my pocket.

"Another fifty," I said. "I want to taste inside of him."

"You got a ten inch tongue?" dad laughed.

"No,"I said. "But you've got a ten inch dick."

I shoved the money in his dad's hand and he laughed as I joined his son
sucking his big fat brown cock.

"You hear that son?" dad said. "This perv wants me to fuck the shit out of
you, literally!"

"Fuck dad, you'd split me open with that," Jerome moaned.

"I'll keep you lubed," I told him before getting back down the business end
and feasting on his ripe teen boy hole, preparing it for the onslaught of
his dad's giant member. Dad couldn't wait to get inside him and started to
push his giant bulbous black end against his son's tender fleshy cunt. I
kneeled beneath Jerome my head tilted up my mouth open and tongue out as I
smelled the sweat of his dad's dick and the shit of his boy hole all at the
same time.

I was in seventh heaven as dad began to open son with that dick, slowly at
first, and shallow stabs. But as he picked up momentum and Jerome's moans
became screams I saw he was going deeper, and each deep fuck brought out
more of what I craved - the taste of a lad's insides. The big brown dick
looked browner when it came out, and he laughed as he fed me his son's
shit, from the hole to my mouth and back again. Dad cocked his own leg up
on the sink too so now I had his balls flying in my face he fucked his son,
my tongue slicking his dick as it pummeled him. Jerome split open,
screaming, and I lapped up all the dirty juice his dad excavated from his
rapidly widening chav teen cunt. Smelling his dad's ass whaft from under
his flapping balls I had to get under there and taste him too.

To my surprise dad and son tasted exactly alike, and when dad felt my perv
tongue exploring his crevice he treated me as he pushed, and a wet fart
rippled with a sickening splatter in my mouth. There was juice with
it. Brown juice, which I kept in my mouth and lapped up against his son's
hole so in effect dad was now fucking his shit into his own son.

Jerome moaned and screamed as his innards were pummeled by the ten inches
that made him. I lapped and lapped as more and more of his shit oozed out
on my tongue until eventually dad warned us he was gonna cum. He yanked his
dick out and half of Jerome's anus came with it, his inny was suddenly an
outy which I sucked on with my dirty mouth. I was sucking the lad's ruined
ring as his dad shot wad after wad of nasty cum all over the red meat and
in my mouth. As I worked my shaft I reached the point of no return and
unloaded my aching balls all over the floor.

"Got your money's worth," dad laughed as he helped Jerome pull his pants
up. Jerome was in a state of shock and pain as he turned and I saw his dick
was as hard as ours had been.

"Wait," I said. "Don't you want to cum?"

"Na," Jerome remarked. "Saving it for Marcus."

"Who's Marcus?" I asked.

And his dad laughed, slapping his dick on my face. "His brother. Wanna come
over tonight?"

My mouth full of shitty creamy jizz, I smiled like the cat that had got the
cream. And was about to get even more...

To Be Continued...

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