You slide under the door and realize the smell is even worse then you thought it was just on the other side of the door. The rank smell clouds your mind for a good moment before you shake your head and plug your nose. You look up to who could possibly make such a foul stench, only to see Mike's father Jeff sitting on the toilet. "Man I should really get my bathroom fixed so I don't have to use the... giiiirls" He grunts out while dropping another thick log into the toilet.
Well that answered your question of why he is even in the bathroom. He look up at his hairly legs that lead to his thick meat...and DAMN is it thick. The flaccid flesh already beats out Mikes when he is erect and if it weren't for the waffing smell of crap in the air, the musk would be smelt a mile away but Mikes father was known for his stank when it came to just about anything whether it be feet, or farts, or armpit odor. You walk closer, hoping you can go unseen so you can get in a better, closer position so he won't think of you as an insect.
You get to his feet and almost fall on your back in disgust. The cheesy raunchy scent of his feet swarms your nostrils, almost making you want to throw up in your mouth. You quickly get over it, realizing you only have so much time to get closer to him, seeing as how he is disposing of waste left and right as you gag. You climb up his pants that pool around his ankles then proceed to climbing his leg, normally he'd feel some movement on his hairs and smack it thinking its a bug, but tonight, his dinner was catching up with him and his leg was jittery and moving a bit to try and accommodate his giant deposit of waste.
You get to his knee where you hear him moan in such relief that could only mean he finally got out the last of his waste. He reaches for some toilet paper and you quickly hide yourself by standing on the toilet seat and kneel behind his knee out of his line of site. As his head is turned to get the toilet paper, you walk towards his thigh and begins climbing, his hand lowering between his own legs to whip. you figure with his hand so low you will be able to hold onto it to raise yourself up easier. You time it and run and jump, reaching for his arm hair. You...
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