When you were 10, you began getting regular erections, and boy did your father take advantage. You still have no idea how he even found out! Remember the same robe incident mentioned in the last chapter? Well it happened again, only with a slight alteration. Your father bent down, kneeled a bit so this buff, tall man's ass was face to face with your fully erect morning wood, and made sure his ass brushed your dick. Wearing the same bathrobe, he made sure that when he brushed it the very first time, your dick head would be slightly revealed through your boxers. He touched his butt to your dick, made sure your dick was in the correct position, all without you being able to stop him, as you thought he would get suspicious if you kept acting jumpy. His robed buttcrack brushed against the very tip of your hard wood as well as the staff of your dick, and he released a heavy, trumpeting fart right on the very tip of your penis. Such a heavy, offensive smell, you could feel the wind of gas hit your lower abdomen and testicles. The smell was terrible! you were disgusted, but you also noticed how good it felt to have that happen to you by someone so much bigger and stronger than you. your father patted his belly, turned around to look at you, and saw your horrified face and couldn't help but laugh.
But the worse, most scarring memory was when you were 11. That was the LAST time the females left on a girls only vacation. You were terrified back then too, to be left in the hands of your bully of a dad. And you remember everything, because who could forget such an experience? The second the girls left, your father grabbed your head, planted it firmly into his jean clad buttocks, and let out a huge, deep growler on your very face. The rumble of that fart was just as vigorous as the stench of the smell.
You remember sitting on the couch after they left, and turning on the T.V., when your father came over. He looked sternally at you. You wandered what he seemed so mad at. Then suddenly, he kneeled over you on the couch. He then began tea bagging you.
"Dad, what are you doing!?" you yell
"It's just me and you, boy, one whole week!" he replied, "Oh-h-hoo, you are in for it big, son, I've got you all to myself for seven whole days, and I decide, hehe, what i'm gonna do with you." his voice getting lower and more sadistic.
He unzipped his pants and let out his musky, sweaty, meaty, manly dick and large, musky, hairy balls. You look at his penis, shocked, and he plants his dick and his sack on your face again. He continues to rub his groin on your face. The smell of manliness is unbearable,
"You, my son, are in for the stink of a LIFETIME!! HA HA!" he yelled with pride!
Two hours pass after he finishes, and Dan, Hoss, Bill and John were all here. And for the next week, you became their fart magnet. The first thing they did was force you to take off all of your clothes and lay down in your bed. They followed you and as you layed down, you feared what these men would do to you. They striped down to their underwear, all of them wearing white briefs. Your random erections went crazy at the moment, and the five of them gently sat on your small, 11-year-old body.
Big John sat on your face, making sure your head was facing up and that his ass consumed your face. Next was Hoss, who sat on your belly and faced the opposite direction, putting him at eye contact with John, whom he would occasionally kiss while farting on you. Your father, sat on your very hard dick, not letting it go into his ass, but aligned it with his butt crack so he could have fun rubbing it while releasing his gas. Bill didn't have much room to work with, so he farted on your legs and arms when he felt like it and used your hands to massage his balls and scratch his buttocks, especially when it came to digging deep in his ass to get that great itch inside. Dan flipped between video taping the whole thing to farting on whatever inches of skin was left, bringing his stand to set the camera on. You father was the first to expel his gas, letting out a beefy fart right on your dick. This signaled the beginning. The five of them farted on you for a whole 20 minutes, sighing, groaning, and moaning with relief and pleasure as they released their dirty, noxious gas all over you, not stopping until you, a mere 11-year-old, ejaculated. The gas marinated into your skin, leaving you smelling like them not only for the rest of the week, but even a few days after your mom and sister came back. You could do nothing to stop them; you're just a kid, your dad, Dan, and Hoss are so muscular, and John and Bill, even then, had their large guts along with their muscle. You remember those muscle men, rubbing their butts on you and farting, and as incredibly foul as that was, it certainly wasn't the end.
For that week you became their fart magnet. Every time they needed to pass gas, they made sure you smelled it all. Any time their crotch itched, they were sure to give you a good, musky teabagging. Even worse, they made sure to stock up on many things that will make them fart either more or worse, and made sure either your face or lap were under somebody's ass while you were still conscious.
Dan, Bill and Hoss sometimes went easy on you, if you started to feel their muscles and worship their godly bodies, but only if they liked how you did it, if not they'd pin you down on your back. One of them would lower his ass (be it covered or bare) right on your face, burying your face deep in his ass, often making sure to land his rump on your open mouth, and the other would lower his buttocks on your crotch, gently comforting himself on your lap. The rest made sure you didn't turn your head away or close your mouth, and if you did you'd be punished with all of them farting on you for 10 minutes, smothering every inch of skin on your bare body.
Your father, Bill, and John's favorite position for you was sitting down with your cock under their ass. Bill and John would make sure to get the smell of their ass on you by rubbing their asses on your hard dick all the while releasing their flatulence. Your father liked the feeling from the vibrations of your voice begging or mercy from under his ass as he ripped loud trumpeting farts on you. Of course, this is without mentioning the teabaggings he and the others would often give you.
Whenever you ate, they made sure whatever food you had was given a heavy dose of gas to give it a "kick". Not a single meal went by without at least one of them giving it a good dosage of flatulence. Any time you went to sleep, one of them would enter your room, bend over with their ass only an inch from your face, and break wind. Any time you needed a drink, they'd make sure to dip their dicks in it, maybe even pee in it a little. And throughout all of this, you were absolutely FORBIDDEN of even thinking about taking a shower.
At the end of that week, you reeked of their gas and sweat. All you could taste was their ass and their urine. It took many showers and brushing to get the smell out. To this day, they still say they were going easy on you just because it was your first time. And now, they're here to do it all again WITHOUT holding back! Your dick throbs sensationally just thinking about it.
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