I Can't Sleep 2

I decide it's a better option to sleep in my dad's room. This...might be dumb; my dad openly encourages my brother anytime he does this kind of thing to me. But at this time, my dad is normally tired after work, so I'm more likely to go to sleep in his room. Using my phone, I light up the hallway and make my way to his room.
My brothers will definitely leave me alone if I'm with him. He may not have it all in life, but he always rules the home. He always gets the big piece at dinner. He sits in the lazyboi whenever he wants. He ruled my mom, and when my mom cheated on him, he slept with her friends. When I step into his room, he's half asleep with the TV on.

Yeesh, I ignore the musky smell, quietly making my way to him while his calming snores gently invade my ears. I softly tap him on his shoulder. His eyes slowly open as he looks at me.
"Dad can I sleep with you?"
"Yeah...sure, hop in, buddy." He gets out of bed, leaving it open for me, then yawns. His beer belly –his fuel tank, as he calls it– nearly touches me as every muscle on his body stretches.
"...I really gotta take a leak." He says with sleep in his voice. Then -PAT!!- Hey! He smacks my butt playfully as I get into his bed. Dammit, It hurts. He walks to the bathroom in his tighty whities, scratching his nuts. He probably doesn't even realize his walk has an arrogant strut to it. This all just comes natural to him.
I lay down comfortably, but my butt cheek still stings from his hand. As his stream hits the water, the strength of his room begins to overtake me. The room absolutely reeks of testosterone. Without a regular woman visiting, my dad doesn't really try freshening up that often. The raunchy odor is all around me, in every corner, and the hot-spot is underneath these very blankets. They smell grody and almost cheesy. He sighs in the bathroom. I try not to imagine what he looks like in there.
He flushes his golden nectar down and comes to bed. I gaze at his big and muscular body out of the corner of my eye. Ugh, god, it reeks in here. Just, so raunchy, like a locker room on a really hot day. Anytime I get this smell, it's hard to keep me from feeling this way. He crawls into bed, and I look at him, admiring his strong, protective energy.

“Here, come lay down with me, son?” My face blushes, and I snuggle up to him. He picks his arm up and holds me, pulling me close and laying his stubbled cheek against my forehead prickling me. He reeks of body odor as the acrid stink of his armpits reach my nose quickly. But he's not sweaty. This suggests he hasn't showered in a while. He usually showers Mondays and Wednesdays, only making a few exceptions.

My dad's eyes get more and more tired and he drifts into sleep. My eyes are glued to his body, but not in a creepy way anymore; it's just that I'm so safe when I'm with him. When I'm in his powerful arms. His right hand strokes my side. I love when he's tender like this.
Then the mattress vibrates as an audible “prrrnt!” unexpectedly burst from Dad's butt.

'Uh oh'. He grunts with relief, and a dread fills me. 'Please, just calm down, please, dad. You're better than them.' It stinks. It permeates around me like I'm in a sauna. He chuckles, then his brow knits as though he just got an idea, or just remembered who he's in bed with. He's reacting to its smell. I hope that's it. But then he looks at me. Oh no, It's clear where this is going. Before I can move away, he pushes his body into me a little. His buns rub against my belly. He's warm. Not sweaty, yet his acrid armpit musk is still detectable.
The wall is behind me. Why am I even fighting? My dad can't be stopped. I give up hope when he lifts his leg and rests his butt on my groin. I'm doomed. I'll have to walk around, reeking like my dad's gassy ass. My brothers farts are about to be like a rose garden compared to this.
My nose crinkles as a sharp stench hits me. As if to start things off with more surprise, a soft, warm wind hissing against my abdomen. His butt is under my shirt, touching my naked belly, so the reek not only carries under the sheets, but up my shirt. My body flinches as the intense stench hits my nose. My eyes bulge. My shirt acts as a filter, giving the unbelievably rancid fart more leeway to waft upwards and nuzzle my face.
"Dad, please!"
He chuckles, then asks, "'daddy please' what?"
There's not a damn thing I can do to stop him. He knows it, and I know it. He isn't using much force because he knows that I know it's a wasted effort fighting him. It's like this in every corner at this house.
"Daaad..." I complain,
"Kiss my ass." He says, grinding his buttocks on my belly, then into my groin, flexing his ass on my dick. I wince, placing my hands on his broad shoulders. He laughs.
"Please... continue." I reluctantly say
"What's that?" He asks,
"Dad, please continue."
"Hah hah, I will. Damn sure I will," he rubs his ass on my dick, "but first, lay down on your back."

I hesitate, but when his look turns serious, I do as he says. "My ass has a due meeting with your face, boy." He gets up and points his butt directly towards my whimpering face.

"For real this time. Give my asscrack a good kiss, wouldja?" He says, now smiling with enthusiasm.
He rubs his brief-clad ass around on my nose and lips, titillatingly.
"My ass packs a punch, but you can handle giving it a quick peck. There's nothing to it. You got this, kid."
The big boulders mock me as he arrogantly takes his time.… And it stinks… The briefs alone have a funky scent deeply entrenched in them – a putrid, pungent stink. It's warm, but now it also reeks from his last fart. He's taking his time, showing me my fate, filling me with worry over the situation. And despite being aware of exactly what he's doing, it does nothing to settle my fear over the unavoidable.

Oh man, this is it. He's about to kill me with this thing. The only thing protecting me from his round cheeks are his thin tighty-whities. He wants me to kiss his ass. And there's no way he isn't gonna fart on my face whether I do or not. Usually whenever he told me to kiss his ass, it was as a joke. But sometimes he'll use this as a real punishment. Once he punished me by making me kiss his bare ass, and since then, he's grown fond of reminding me. Tapping or shaking his ass in my face.

My lips quiver as his spectacular ass hovers over them. The odor coming from his ass is as acrid as ever. It's so intimidating - the awful stench, while being so muscular and perfect in appearance. He's doing this on purpose; making me look at my inevitable fate. My dad is such a bully. A bedtime bully. I pucker my lips and slowly kiss him right on the tip of his right butt cheek. I lift my face in embarrassment. This man just made me do something so demeaning, so humiliating, I'm almost as mortified as I am aroused.
"Heh heh, atta boy, but don't forget to give it a good smooch in the crack."
He reaches back and points directly at his buttcrack. The seat of his underwear now destined to be my only guard. "Right here. Give her a pec." He pats himself on the ass as if proud. "Or better yet, give this big dog a good smooch. A hard kiss, maybe a cuddle," he chuckles
Oh man, I'm really in for it now. There's no way to avoid this, my dad is too big. He's too strong and several times my size. But it's the smell. I could almost cry. If he farts in my face, the smell is gonna be toxic, and it'll linger around my nose all night. Both of us know exactly where this is going to go.
My nose and lips are already in contact with his underwear, giving off its odor. I sheepishly pucker my lips and move my head forwards until they press against the crack of my father's buttocks. An obtrusive, disgusting taste assaults my senses. In response to my kiss, he mocks me by chuckling, and gently shakes his firm, round ass my quivering lips. My dad laughs triumphantly, and proceeds to smoothly push his ass crack a little on my face to meet my kiss, rubbing only the crevice over my nose and lips.
I groan and huff my dad's butt fumes. But then the unthinkable. He grabs my boner! He holds it through my underwear. I yelp!
"Careful, kid, if somebody were to walk in, they might get the wrong idea!" He chuckles, massaging it for a bit before smacking it. Oh my god! It felt so nice! What do I do? what's wrong with me?? How could this actually make me hard!?
"Here, boy, you've earned a good kiss back." My dad says in the most paternal voice ever.
Oh no, what do I do now?
"Ohhh," I moan pitifully. There's nothing I can do. My nose is really in for it now...

BBBBBFFFFFFFFMMMMMMMPPPPPTTTTTT

One of Dad's patented man farts, ripped right in my face. Hot streams of rotten air shoot deep into my nostrils. The gassy rupture is so powerful, vibrating against my stimulated, sensitive lips.
By the time it ends, my ears are ringing. The smell and taste of my Dad's signature leaves me almost immobile.

"Mm, there ya go, son." He gloats. I wheeze under him, trembling from the stench. I make a pitiful sound of absolute bliss and revulsion before choking from the harsh stench attacking my nostrils. Dad lets out a single smug chuckle. I can already imagine the smirk on his face as he effortlessly continues to dominate me. He always shows pride in what he can do. I'm forced to groan into my dad's shit chute, forced to sniff the rotten gas. Oh wow...wow, It smells terrible!

"We-he-hell, what do ya think of that, sport?" My dad boasts, "been baking it in the oven for a while. Feels good letting it all out on my boy." He gently rubs his butt around on my face, "How's it smell?"
It smells absolutely abhorrent.
As soon as his ass stops, he sits firmly. PHBRBRBRBRT!
The sudden sound scares me. He lets loose with another massive blast of warm, ripe gas, blowing the fart right into my ear, filling it completely. I mean it rushes up my ear to my brain. That sound is never leaving my head.
"Aahh," Dad sighs after letting that out.
As I turn my head, the smell follows! He wiggles his ass back and forth, pushing the stink into my desperate nose. The way he's sitting on me makes him look so dominant. Like a true leader, sitting on his throne. By comparison, underneath him, I look like a total dork right now.....'Oh god, it stinks. Oh wow...'

"Damn, boy, that's really fuckin' strong," he chuckles, "gonna give your compliments to the chef?" He grabs my dick and shakes his butt a bit on my face again. "I wonder if I'll feel it throb in my hand next time." Oh no! He laughs at his last joke, "Heh heh, I've been waiting all day to let out these puppies. Swallow that blast down and I'll load you up again!"
This is mad house; the only air I'm getting is all tainted by his ass.
My dick throbs without my control, causing me to almost jut forward. How am I hard from having my dad torture me? This is hell!
Dad's stomach growls.

PHHHHHHHHHHHHH

"Mmm, a good silent one for my boy."
Eewww, oh god that smells. This stink will probably fuel my dreams and my nightmares. It's fumigating. Tears start to appear in my eyes, because of the noxious smell oppressing my nostrils, and the humiliation that comes with it. The warm gas breezes its way up my nose and in my mouth. It's masculine and disgusting at the same time. A sulphuric mix that absolutely reeks. Dad continues to sit firmly. His fart really does a number on me. I use any willpower I can muster to...well...tap his ass.

Dad puts his hands on his knees and braces his brief-clad butt right on my little face.
I let out a pitiful whine as I realize what I'm in for. I can tell just by the rumble in his gut they this one's going to be one for days. I whimper, lacking the strength to fight back. I'm screwed, 'oh no.'

So as he sits in a thinker-like position, a killer fart comes roaring out of my father's meaty ass! A massive torrent of potent gas rushes against my poor lips. The fart blasts my surprised face. My head vibrates with its intensity. The deadliness of my Dad's flatulence sinks in. This fart won't end, it's relentless. Filling my lungs with this rotten gas. But what really gets me is the odor. It's unbelievable! And it gets worse...eventually, it slows down to a nightmarish hiss. My nose and tongue detect nothing but the rancid power that is my dad's fart. He sighs,
"Ah yeah," the way that sounded...I can tell it wasn't to exaggerate. He genuinely felt good letting that out. Sitting up, he rubs his butt on my helpless face to smear the stench.
"Hold on, son, I've got one more for ya." He says in a deep voice. Oh no. I can't be saying this, but why...? Why didn't I stay with my brothers? He's not gonna stop!

"Fire in the hole," before he even finished this line, a fart blasts out of him. It's a short, potent gas bomb. And it goes right in my mouth. I widen my eyes as the incredibly potent dad gas shoots down my mouth and throat, making its way to my lungs. He chuckles, scratches his ass a bit. This is all so effortless for him. I'm in a state of constant torment, and yet, I can't help but feel incredibly aroused by this situation.
He laughs...then sighs before a slow, 6-second fart comes. It begins thick, then –for lack of a better word– degenerates to a horn-like sound after 3 seconds. It sounded funny, like the perfect fart to use as a punchline after a good fart joke. My body is swimming in this disgusting experience. I tap his ass gently,

"Dad, please just get off!!"
"Wanna fight, huh?" he murmurs, holding the flesh of my wrists to the bed as he grinds his dominant ass on my face. "You think you can win, son?" He gets up for a second and dips his head, looking down on me. He flexes the muscles in his back and shoulders for a moment, before letting out another one.

PPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHBBBBBBBBB!!!!!!!!!!!

A big one is ripped right in front of my face, and I'm forced to breath in that fart like it's clean air. Oh man, it's the worst stink I can imagine, so strong, and everywhere. Why does Dad have to do this to me? It smells so bad! I can't get away from it, but at least now I can try and blow the stink, even if only a little.
Dad's butt cheeks clench. I watch intently. His buttocks sport a wedgie once again. This time, though, it's a little deeper. But here it comes, the fart that will finish me; knock me out cold and haunt my dreams.

"Kiss my ass, son, before I rip ass on your little face again." Oh he really wants to mortify me good, doesn't he?
"What's the matter, baby?" he growls. "Need a little help?"
He slowly shakes his ass while slowly descending, clearly enjoying this. He then rubs his ass on my face, grinding the stench of his buttocks into my skin. Oh man, it's so big and beautiful. But It stinks so bad. I suppose this will be easier if I give in and kiss his ass now. So I do.
What happens next is what I expect, but it goes beyond. With gusto, the middle-aged bully lets out a ferocious, menacing fart. Words cannot describe the intensity of the funk that this man releases directly in my face as my kiss is met with the thickest, nastiest, smelliest gasser you could imagine. My dad grunts, after letting go of that rancid fart point-blank in my face.

"Yeahhh, heh-heh." Dad sighs, chuckling. "Sorry, son, I had to let it all out."
He grunts as he slowly lays down and gets comfortable. His butt presses against my dick again.
"It sure felt good, though. Mmm."
He sounds so comfortable.
"Now I'm gonna lay back on you and pass gas while I go to sleep. You'll be good and marked by morning time. You understand?" He doesn't even look at me as he gives this order.

"Yes, dad," I say a bit shakily, wrapping my arms around my broad-shouldered father.

"Good," he responds, liking the way I responded. He releases his weight and rests his buttocks on my penis, which remains perfectly between his buns. The exuding power of my dad puts me under his control. He clenches his cheeks to add an extra layer of his emphasis on his power. His back presses against me, the large man dominates any outsider's view of me.
"Scratch my back, will ya?" I nervously do as I'm told, he groans as I get the spot.
Looking at this dad of mine, I submit to him completely. He's in control, always.
He grunts as he lays down with his butt slowly pressing against my hard dick, leaving me cornered with the wall behind me. My dick is perfectly sandwiched between his firm ass cheeks.

A hissing fart escapes his rear end, fumigating the depths of my soul as the awful smell wades its way upwards towards my nose, and there's nothing I can do about it. Not with my manly dad completely covering me. He chuckles and sighs with relief as he gets comfortable.
"How's it feel? To just...lose like this"
How's it feel?? It stinks. Stinks! It feels weird, yes, my dick feels...amazing...but weird. He slowly backs his ass.

After about a minute of me laying there, right behind this behemoth of a man, he releases another thick, airy fart on my dick.
Even up here, it's that awful, inviting, disgusting stench. My dick continues to throb and throb and throb. I groan loudly as the monstrous fart invades my nostrils. It's a struggle to hide my 'excitement' as my dad plants another mean one, deeply polluting my vulnerable, helpless, penis from top to bottom. And it continues for what must be hours, at least half an hour of ecstacy, disgust, revulsion, discomfort, bliss, and pleasure. Man it stinks in here. Ughhh.......after a while, I hear snoring, but his ass does as it pleases. He'd awaken a few times, remember me behind him, and flex his ass cheeks, bringing me to the brim. Then he'd sniff the air, grunt, and go back to sleep.

I'm edging. I stay this way for between thirty minutes and an hour. I'm so close to cumming that it's terrifying. All I want to do is cum, but I can't ever reach it. Partially because it's so wrong, but also because I can't even touch myself down there. Any attempt to is blocked by his meaty ass, which has my rock-hard dick trapped. There is no way to escape.
I almost revel in the weirdness of what's happening.
This is the kind of man my dad is. The kind that engages in sexual banter, jokes openly about rape, and hit on women in the workplace. The kind who does gross things.
Still I don't get any reason to why it's always me, why am I always the one that gets this punishment?
Why do they always do this to me?
The last thing I want is to stay here. My dad loves the idea of farting on my face to wake me up first thing in the morning. Waking up at 6 am to a loud noise followed by a terrible, lingering odor that'll follow my nose all day. Eugh!
I struggle to get away. There's nothing your dad loves more than waking you up with a deep fart right to the face.
Slowly, I inch downward. Little by little, and with each movement, his back and his firm ass rub against me. He lets out a big fart on my tummy. I freeze, fearing the fart woke him up. And so, I have to breathe the stink in under the covers as I continue to slowly move downward. Inch by inch. A silent fart blows out and I struggle as I gently whiff it up. No amount of blowing will help as my face gets close to his ass. Being this close, the smell is the strongest. My face, from my chin to my eyebrows, are in his ass as I gently scoot past it. A small burst hits me right in the face. It's too late.
I'm stunned by the stink, it reeks with the upmost furosity. The fact my face gently rubs downward as I continue to move doesn't help either.
Finally, I get to his legs and wiggle out from under the stinking covers until I'm free.
Oh god, I'm finally out. The air reeks of man. I've got to get out before this man wakes up.