Date: Thu, 13 Nov 2014 19:53:47 -0500 From: Bud Writer Subject: Dad's Piglet Chapter 2 The following story contains graphic scenes of of male/male sexual encounters between characters both above and below the age of 18, including scenes of incest. If these subjects do not interest you, or if it is not legal for you to read this story, I ask that you leave now. The author does not condone abuse in any of its forms. This story is pure fantasy, meant for the enjoyment of adults, and not a reflection of the author's views on real-world issues. This story is going to be pretty heavy on the raunchy elements, manstink, piss, maybe even more further on down the line, so this is your only heads up if you don't like it dirty. If you enjoy nifty stories and have a few dollars to spare, consider donating to the Archive to help keep it running. It's a massive repository of hot stories, more than worth a quick donation! Little Tuck had had quite the exciting and surprising day today. After happily greeting his Dad on the way home from work and gleefully undressing him so they could take a nap in the humid heat of their trailer, Tuck couldn't contain his naughty curiosity and went to town on his Dad's body stink. He sniffed armpit, snorted feet, huffed some dick. He squished a sweaty sock down his undies and made face prints in his Daddy's fat ball bag while the man slept, all while masturbating his pricklet. When the big guy woke up, instead of being angry with the curious boy, Clyde was more than happy to share his bodily smell with his son, and rolled over to show the boy his secret stink spot nestled between his muscular ass cheeks. Tuck was in a staring contest with his Dad's hairy shithole, young eyes riveted to the hairy, wrinkled flesh. He could feel the heat of the sweaty crack rising up against his face, bringing with it the dark, earthy stink of a grown man's sticky asshole, marinated in sweat for a few hours then cracked open for his son to sniff. The thick, blunt fingers of Clyde's hands dug into the ample muscle and fat of his square ass, showing off his hairy adult anus to his offspring. "There ya go, baby boy, get a good look at it." Clyde's sleepy eyes looked down over his hairy back and thick melons, spreading himself even further for his boy's enjoyment. "You like lookin at that hairy shitter, huh? Look at that fuckin stink factory?" Tuck nodded dumbly, too preoccupied with taking in every little detail of the hole to respond. The whole crack was a forest of hair, just like the rest of his Dad's body. The wrinkled ring was fleshy and puffy, looking huge to the boy, and glistening with thick, greasy sweat. It winked up at him every few seconds, squishing noisily against itself with every pucker. The boy was back to masturbating himself against his Dad's used sock, immature libido not needing a rest period between orgasms. Clyde slowly shook his ass back and forth, grinning as he saw Tuck's eyes follow his stinkhole around and around. His thick sausage pulsed against his stomach, filling up at the perverted feeling of exposing his most private place to his young son. He watched as his boys head started to slowly droop downwards, sinking closer and closer to his musky trench. His ass had spent the entire day wrapped tightly in his thick jeans, sweating like a hog, practically pickling itself in thick sweat. Not to mention the lack of showers he'd had lately, preferring to cultivate his BO and musk instead of smelling like flowers and shit. He could smell his ass himself, and his balls churned at the thought of how much more pungent it had to have been for his kid. "Cone on, Tuck, sniff your Daddy's fuckin asshole." He encouraged with a lewd grin. Tuck couldn't help himself from surging forward, pushing his little face between his Dad's hairy cheeks and squishing into the sweaty crack. He hovered his twitching nose above the pucker, taking deep sniffs of pure stink. Daddy was right, this spot was the most rank, dank, stinky spot on his whole body, the stench of pure manhole and funky ass sweat. His gusting huffs tickled the hair that circled Clyde's starfish, making it twitch and quiver with pleasure. "Woahhh, Daddyyyyyy," Tuck whimpered, voice going breathy and high. "Your butt stinks so good, I love how smelly it is!" "Yeah-ah it does buddy!" Clyde moaned as he felt his son's tiny nose nuzzle gently against the edge of his greasy anus. "But that ain't just Daddy's butt you're sniffin, boy, that's Daddy's HOLE. That's a very important anatomy fact, buddy boy, you're huffin on your Dad's stinky asshole." "Your asshole," Tuck said with a giggle, his voice muffled my his Dad's thick ass globes, "Sniffin Daddy's asshole!" He pushed himself another inch deeper into his Dad's crack, squelching his button nose right into the eye of his Dad's shitter. For the second time that day, Tuck snorted down dank sweat in his pursuit of stink, rooting around his Dad's trench and jacking off his dicklet. The ass hairs stuck to his face as he snuffled up and down the entire crack, nose mixing around the scent of hole, taint, and balls. Clyde's huge sac was pushed up between his thighs, offering his son a wet cushion to rest his chin on while he dug his nose further into the funked up wrinkled folds. "Why don't you give Daddy's butthole a nice kiss, huh Tuck? Lay a big one right on my fuckin hairy anus, buddy." Clyde groaned, grinding his ass back onto his son's face. Tuck withdrew his face from the steamy crack, his face once again caked with sweat and hair. His Dad's asshole puckered it's thick lips up at him. His hand was in constant motion in his funpals, hovering on the edge of another dry cum as his brain was pickled in bliss by the stink of paternal asshole. The boy puckered up his lips, diving back into the hairy crack and pushing his mouth firmly against his Dad's hole. He smacked his lips loudly against the muscle, smooching it over and over again, the tantalizing taste of anal sweat teasing his tongue. The feeling of his Dad's puffy asslips puckering against his own sent the boy into overdrive again, making his whole body quiver and speed up his masturbation. Clyde watched his boy with expert eyes, watching him fall deeper and deeper into his boyhood pleasure, the hurried sniffs against his hole getting quicker and quicker. The breathy whimpers and high-pitched squeaks heralded his son's explosive boygasm, and Clyde leaped into action, turning around and pushing his boy down against the couch, one big paw planted on his son's heaving chest as he watched with hungry eyes as his boy writhed around and humped against the tiny hand down his bulged out package. "Fuck yeah, horny boy, get that fuckin dry cum off your Dad's nasty ass stink. You liked how his smelly ass stank, didn't you, boy? Loved kissing your own Father's fuckin shithole?" He spat with a grin, his lewd words driving his son further up the wall. He leaned down and dragged his craggy nose against the smooth, wet skin of his boy's face. "Mmmm, Daddy can smell his fuckin ass sweat on your face. You smell so fuckin hot, baby boy, covered in your Dad's musk." Tuck's motions slowed down as he started to come down from his second orgasm, relaxing back into the couch and looking up at his Dad with big, shiny eyes. Clyde had other plans for the boy, and reached his own free hand down into the sweat-soaked cartoon undies, keeping his hand away from the stiff spike for now and just grabbing the whole lump of wet sock stuffed down there. "Aww, come on buddy, you were such a good boy getting your freak on with Dad's stink, you deserve another fuckin good tingle." Clyde growled, relentlessly jacking off his son through his sock. The man firmly believed in positive reinforcement, and wanted to make sure he could count on his little piglet of a son to grow addicted to his Papa's stink. He nuzzled his big, scruffy face against his boy's flushed skin, giving small kisses, growling deep obscenities to urge him along. "Get off on your Dada's hand, boy, let my stink do it's thing and give you a big fuckin boy boner." "Ohh, Da-a-a-a-dd-y-y-y! Please, Daddy, please pleeeeaaase, Daddyyyy!" Tuck yelled, hips snapping around in confused urgency. Tuck's eyes were huge, the pupils blown out as he gasped and moaned, humping up against the harsh pressure of his Dad's hand. His entire body felt overstimulated as he was forcefully rushed to a third orgasm, his young dick going over the edge just as his Dad let loose an accidental belch right in his face. "Sorry about that, boy." He chuckled, "Glad it didn't stop you from getting your fuckin cum on. Ride that wave boy!" He yelled. He kept his son pressed against their ratty couch, milking the boygasm for all it was worth, dragging it out for as long as possible. His own edged up dong was sticking straight out from his funky crotch, dripping thick syrup all over Tuck's twitching legs. He slowed down his ministrations as the orgasm slowly left his son's body, not wanting to drive him absolutely mad with another forced orgasm. He withdrew his hand and leaned back, sniffing his sock scented fingers as he waited a few minutes for Tuck to regain lucidity. Tuck laid there for a little while, chest heaving and soft spasms going through his tiny limbs as he came back to himself. He wasn't quite sure what, exactly, had just happened to him, but he already knew that he wanted it to happen again and again. The feelings were indescribable, deep love and budding lust for his Dad mixing together. If you had asked Tuck what one plus one is at that moment, he'd look at your dumbly and silently wonder if his Daddy would let him sniff his asshole again. When Tuck's eyes were able to focus again, he immediately sought out his Dad. His little penis became super stiff again, the sore ache of an oversexed cock only adding to the good tingles. He'd never seen his Dad looking so naughty before! The man was lounging back against the couch, his thick thighs spread wide and lewd, his copious sac spilling out onto the couch. His massive horse dick shot up from his pubic thicket, foreskin sliding wetly up and down on his fat helmet as he idly jerked himself off. His other hand was still rubbing around his nose and mouth, spreading his own sock stink into his scruff. "Welcome back, baby boy." Clyde rumbled, his eyes alight with dark, perverse pride. "That felt real damn good, huh?" "It was amazing, like big fireworks and running really fast and eating ice cream at the same time." Tuck gushed, his eyes following his Dad's big paw up and down on the giant cock. "Fuck yeah, Tuck, snortin stink and busting a nut is what it's all about!" The man said. "You wanna help Daddy bust a big nut?" Clyde laughed at Tuck as he nodded wildly, eager to please his Father. The big guy continued to laugh as he hunched down on the couch and hoisted his legs up, spreading his huge ass cheeks wide and once again exposing his stinky hair choked anus to his young son. Tuck lunged forward the second he saw the hole, burrowing his face between his Dad's sticky ass cheeks. "Fuck yeah, little piglet!" Clyde groaned, grabbing his hung cock and starting to roughly bate it. "Kiss my fuckin ASSHOLE, boy, kiss that shitter!" Tuck obliged, once again peppering his Dad's sweat slick ring with pecks and kisses. "Now, lick that shithole, stick your tongue out and lick Daddy's butthole." Clyde growled, pooching out his hole against his son's sweet lips. Tuck happily stuck his tongue out, shuddering as he tasted the bare flesh of fatherly anus. The funky wrinkles tickled his tongue, sweating thick anal grease onto the little pink tongue. It tasted earthy and dank, the powerful flavor of ass slopping over all his taste buds. He licked it like a dirty piece of candy, rasping against the crinkled hairs and squishing between the folds and into the loosening center of the hole. A heavy pair of testicles plopped up and down on his head as he grew accustomed to eating out his Daddy. "Ooo, fuck, baby, eat Daddy's guts." Clyde heaved. He worked his hole, well used to how to control it. He alternated pushing down and relaxing it, letting his baby boy open up his stinkhole with that cute little tongue. Soon enough Clyde's hole yawned open enough for Tuck's tongue to pop inside, giving the boy a taste of the slimy walls inside. He mashed his face as hard as he could against the pooched out pooper, licking like a dog into the dark depths of his Dad's bung. Sweat, spit, and ass juice dribbled down from Tuck's chin, staining their couch with a memento of Father and Son's first incestuous stinkfest. Clyde was torn between laughing and groaning as he puckered his hole, catching and releasing his son's tongue with his strong rectal muscles in a twisted game. The slurping, slick popping sounds were getting louder as Tuck's messy eating got more and more ravenous, sucking down as much nasty fluids as he could. "Aww, here we go kiddo," Clyde bellowed as his huge nads started to draw up against his pounding shaft, "Your hot little tongue is doin so good, gonna make Daddy cum, fuuuuuuck." He hissed. Tuck's tongue popped out of his Dad's hole with a wet schlep as his hips bucked up into his fist, fat piss slit gaping open and spewing out his thick, chunky load. Ropes of white rained down on Clyde's hairy chest, his bulbous balls protecting his son from any wayward splatters. Ten thick shots landed on Clyde before his load slowed down to a few more trickles belching out of his cock. He lazily milked out the last few drops of spooge, tenderly lowering his aching thighs and playfully trapping his boy in his ass for a few seconds. Tuck popped up with a giggle, dark hairs and grease smeared around his face even worse than before. "What's all that stuff?" He asked, looking curiously at the white ooze dripping down his Dad's chest and gut. "S'cum, buddy. Men make it when they get that good tingle, but yer a little too small to make any yet." Clyde rumbled, picking up his discarded undewear and quickly cleaning himself off before the jizz dried into his fur. Tuck accepted the answer easily, remembering the vague lesson on sex ed he'd gotten in school. The boy was still hard in his undies, but after three big orgasms he wasn't concerned with finishing off a fourth. A sudden yawn startled them both, Tuck's mouth opening wide as he was overtaken with drowsiness. Clyde chuckled affectionately, hooking his hands under his son's boyish pits and hauled him back onto his chest, settling them both in for round two of naps. Tuck happily nuzzled into the pelt on his Dad's muscled chest, quickly running some fingers through the sweaty pits near him and then snugly wedging his stinkfingers between his nose and Dad's pec. Clyde removed his sock from Tuck's funpals and adjusted the boy's stretched out undies, patting the boy on his plush tush as he zonked out. Clyde followed soon after, the rancid heat of the trailer easily lulling him into a light sleep. An hour and a half later, Clyde was roused from his nap by the rough sound of tire on gravel. A half-lidded peek at the clock confirmed his suspicions that his older son was just getting home from football practice. The trickle of sweat down the middle of his ball bag reminded him that he was buck-ass naked. He shrugged and went back to relaxing, curious to see how his dumb jock son would react to the scene, heated visions of a rank, deviant family flashing through his mind. I hope y'all don't mind that the chapter was a little shorter and left on a cliffhanger again ;) Isn't that always the way with porn stories though? We can't resist a tantalizing lead-up to the next chapter. If you have any questions or comments, or just wanna talk filth, feel free to message me at niftystudentwriter at gmail dot com.