Don't lie to your New Dad (sample)

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We go to our respective rooms and take a well-needed nap after the long trip. Mine isn't long though. I'm too distracted. I can't stop thinking about how bad his fart smelled. I feel disgusted, like it's still on me. I didn't wash my hand and the smell lingered for so long that I can't tell if it's still lingering or if my memory of it is just that vivid. What if he does that again? What can I do to stop him if he does?

I just try to go to sleep..........It's just so hard. Every time I think the feeling finally passed, my mind goes back to that traumatizing smell.

We wake up around 4:30pm. Frank kept talking about how beautiful the view would be at the top of the mountain at sunset. He really wanted to go 'take it in' with me, so I went along with it. We get dressed and pull up to the mountain.

I followed him, getting the best view of both his ass and his crotch available. He keeps advising me to drink my water to keep myself hydrated. Then about halfway up, I feel an urge to piss.
When it's just Frank and I in the house, we usually don't really care much about closing doors while we're taking a piss or anything like that, and for some reason, watching him piss always caught my attention. I once had a dream where I was in there, by the toilet with him, helping him out while he pees.

"Fra-uh, da..." I try to address him but skip it. "I have to pee really bad. It can't wait."

"Same here, let's just do it" he responded to me. I was again flabbergasted. 'We're gonna be seeing each other's dicks!' was all I could think. We both unzipped. He whips out his dick and starts peeing. I impulsively went ahead and took my cock out. His was about 4 inches soft and definitely much thicker than mine already. Just the look of his cock, it had my full attention. For some reason, I couldn't pee right. I looked down, and my cock was hard and throbbing.
"Fuck dude, that sucks, son .. should probably take care of it" my dad said, smirking.
"What the fuck," I yell at myself. I'm filled with embarrassment. This doesn't mean anything, I've been getting these erections at random and they don't mean anything, but now he's going to get the wrong idea!

I sulk for several minutes. He tries to counsel me. "Something like that isn't something to be ashamed of. That's how a man knows he's alive."
It's probably because he doesn't want to miss seeing the view on time.

When we got to the top, the view was...big. Watching the colors change from the mountain is gorgeous according to him. I liked it too, actually. It felt pretty magical. I admit it was smart of him to get us going right before sunset.
I feel like I'm on top of the world.

"I always used to climb up here, sometimes had dates up here and everything." He handed me his beer. I admit, I excitedly drank some. He held me back. His hand felt so warm in the cold breeze. But this is so weirdly sentimental for a guy who started this trip farting in my face after an argument.

By the time we got back, I was exhausted. I enjoyed myself in every way except the climb, and all I wanna do at this point is lay my tired body down. I turned on the TV. It's all good, but then he showed up. His round ass pressed against the back of my neck.

"How ya feeling, son?"
I shivered at the sound of this. "Come on."
Before I could finish, he let out a long, trumpet-sounding fart on the back of my neck. This guy is disgusting!
"Ahh, there ya go, lil partner. Saved that up the whole hike."
I don’t know how he did it, but somehow he managed to replicate what having an actual turd right under my nose would be like. And it was from a fart that happened behind me! And you can’t shake the stink. It’s like a swarm of bees!! It smells BAD, really bad.

I tried my hardest not to react. Then he cut another one. I still tried to keep from reacting, but eventually I started fanning at the room, looking all around with a look of amazement and horror in my face that has Frank in tears.

He stepped back, forcing me against the corner of the room, pressing his butt out against my abdomen and farted again. At that moment, the room smelled so horrible that I could easily tell you'd need to open all the windows to air it out.
He bounced and rubbed his ass on me. Unable to get away, I crouched down. Bad move, because more he was towering over me, looking like he was about to sit on my face.

"There. Now, see? Tell me that doesn't feel right." I was shaking. He's so hot and so strong...and so sexy. Oh my god. His ass is perfect, I don't know what to do. I can't stop thinking like this!

"How's the view down there, boy?" He then ripped a mean dad fart and moaned. I was paralyzed.

This was a fart that could clear out a room.

It would require a ton of febreeze, all the fans in the house being turned on, and all the windows being opened to clear out the smell. And he released it point blank in my face.

My eyes were in tears. My nostrils were on fire. I desperately tried to exhale the noxious air. I wanted to scream for help, because it was horrible. I yelled into his ass to let me go, but my muffled screams did nothing to help me.

"Yup," he said, "This is a good way for a man to knock his boy down a peg." He farted once more, but this one was more like a low, deep quack. It was so thick, I could barely keep my head together. The smell was so wicked, it leaked into every corner of the house. He mockingly rubbed his butt on me for a few seconds.