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That would all be fine if he weren't lactose intolerant; but asleep he drinks glasses of milk and bites mouthful of cheese from the block. Also when sleep walking he gets disoriented and comes in to my room after instead of his own.

He'll stumble in, groaning in his discomfort, stomach gurgling. Then unload the most toxic farts in my room before heading off again. Last night he even squatted down beside my bed, I woke just in time to get a face full of it. Really wish my mouth hadn't been open in surprise!

When they announce they have to Fart before they do…

His dad was known for two things: his big ass and, BbbBbbPffrrr, his bigger farts. He could clear a room and would do it often for his convenience. Bbbffrrrrr He’d butt blast to clear a cue, empty his place of work an hour before closing, and even win an argument, but the worst “dad-bombs” were at the gym when his protein shake hit.

His dad would insist he go to the gym with him. Most likely, because he enjoyed gassing his son into a gagging, crying mess, and he couldn’t refuse his dad. If he did the post-workout swamp-ass face-farts would be worse. So he endured the pain.

BBbfpfppfttt The first fart sounded as they entered the gym. Those who knew ran, while those who didn't looked around confused only to later have their senses assaulted.

One of the naive few was a hunky guy who was checking out the son the moment he entered. Noticing this, he got away from his dad to flirt, but only after a few words were exchanged they were interrupted.

"Ass coming through," said his dad as he pushed both him and the hunk aside so he could sit on the bench. The hunk looked as if he was about to say something, but when he saw the huge, protruding ass pointing at him and heard/smelled the awful bellowing farts, BFpfpfptttt-PFpppfttt, he began gagging and ran. "If you're not man enough for my gas," BBBFBpfpfpfpf "then you aren't man enough for my son." BBPFpfpfpfpf.

He was so furious with his dad that he spent the rest of the day fueling up on gassy food for his revenge. When he could no longer hold it in, he found his dad lounging in his chair, shoved his dad's face in his jock ass, and Ppspfpfp let a fart rip in his dad's face. "That's for humiliating me earlier." PPssppspfpf

At first his dad didn't move, but then he felt his dad take a deep whiff of his son's farts and then started laughing. With a quick smack and grab on his ass, he was thrown over and placed under his dad's giant ass.

That would all be fine if he weren't lactose intolerant; but asleep he drinks glasses of milk and bites mouthful of cheese from the block. Also when sleep walking he gets disoriented and comes in to my room after instead of his own.

He'll stumble in, groaning in his discomfort, stomach gurgling. Then unload the most toxic farts in my room before heading off again. Last night he even squatted down beside my bed, I woke just in time to get a face full of it. Really wish my mouth hadn't been open in surprise!

he wiggled around a little to ease his discomfort, stomach gurgling ominiously

it was his sons idea to keep it plugged during the day. he was reluctant at first, naturally, but soon saw the benefit for both of them. he could go to work without any (more) embarrassing incidents, and his son got to huff all the built up gas at the end of the day. a win-win situation

'fuck, this never gets old' he thought as he approached the sofa, relishing the manly odour that already filled the room. his cock was so hard. he stroked his fathers furry cheek, savouring the sensation of soft fuzz and dense muscle under his hand. he moaned in a gravelly voice.

he began to nudge the plug, moving it round in circles eliciting a manly whimper.

'ugh, cmon son, dont tease me'

then an idea struck him. hed never done that before. he bent down close to his fathers furry godlike glutes and nuzzled the warm musk of his crack, then let his teeth close around the plug. gently he pulled. frrp! flrrrp' flaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARP! BLARBLARBLAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP!

the monster was unleashed, a legendary wet stream of gas began mercilessly tearing through his perfect pink arsehole, spraying pungent droplets of ass sweat. the man moaned in relief as his son took the blast directly to the face, lapping his tongue across the vibrating pucker.