Date: Sat, 21 Oct 2000 20:42:15 PDT
From: Roderick Shafton <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: DADDY'S PICKUPS

(incest/ws/scat)

           DADDY'S PICKUPS--Part 1

   My father's an asshole! He treats me nice, gives me what I
want, and brings things home for me...like his drinking
buddies. He'll stagger in after the bars close and think
nothing of waking me from a sound sleep to introduce me to some
bozo he'd been bragging about me to. You see, my Dad's not
exactly proud of me, but he just can't keep his fucking mouth
shut about me when he's with other guys...especially if he can
make a wager on my talents.
   "I'm tellin' you, guy, it's true. 17 and the nastiest thing
you've ever seen! Fifty bucks says he'll do it."
   "I'm not sure I even care, uh, Charlie, but I'll take your
fifty bucks just to prove you're a drunken liar! Let's go."
   I'd been asleep for about two hours...just getting into
that deep, satisfying sleep, when I heard the commotion. It was
only me and Dad and my little brother. But, luckily, his room
was down the hall and he sleeps pretty soundly. Why not? At 13
he doesn't have a care in the world.
   "You gonna turn on a light?" I heard a strange, muffled
voice.
   "Not yet. We'll start out with the flashlight," I heard Dad
say, as he shook me. "Hey, Buddy, brought ya another surprise!"
   "Hunh? Dad? Wha...?" I rose to my elbows.
   "Brought ya a guy. Bet me fifty bucks you wouldn't do it.
This here's..." he shown the flashlight in the guy's face,
causing him to shield his eyes. "Uh, what's your name, fella?"
   "Rory, but what's the difference? Is he gonna do it or
not?"
   "Jeez! Another one?" I complained.
   "Now, Shorty," he teased, "don't be upset. You know you
always get into it once it starts. Turn around, Rory, show
Buddy your ass. Drop your pants and show him your asshole!"
   The man stood at the foot of my bed. He even staggered a
bit just turning around. Drunk or not, the flashlight beam
shown on a tightly packed pair of fine buns encased in his
Levi's. I got a good look because he was bending over to take
off his shoes. "I know you're full of shit," he told my Dad,
"but I'd better at least get a blowjob out of this trip! From
one of you."
   Dad chuckled. "Don't worry. Kid'll suck ya off, too. He
don't care what goes into his mouth. Now drop 'em!"
   As sleepy as I was, when the guy slipped his pants and
shorts down and bent over slightly, pulling his cheeks apart, I
immediately scrambled out from under the covers and slithered
down to the end of the bed. Dad kept the flashlight centered
right on his exposed crack. I stuck my nose to it and smelled
his ass-hole. I don't think the guy'd cleaned it in a week! It
was just the way I liked it--big and bulbous and sticking out.
I started to make a lot of noise as I sniffed at it. Now that I
was fully awake, Dad turned on the table lamp. He wanted to
see, too.
   "DAMN! You like smellin' my crack?" the guy asked.
   "Aw, fuck yes!" I cried, "it's so dirty! Did my Dad smell
it before he brought you over here?"
   "N-no, of course not!" he gasped.
   "I don't know how you do it, Pop. You can sure pick em!"
   "Practice, Shorty!" he laughed. "I can always tell when a
guy's gonna have an ass to your liking. You just tell him when,
baby, and Rory'll shit ya a big stinker of a turd! I know how
you like the big smelly ones."
   I turned over and hung my head over the edge of the bed.
"Sit on my face, mister, let me lick all that old, nasty brown
stuff offa your asshole first. Gee, you must really have a lot
of skid marks in your shorts. Can I have 'em? I'd sure like to
suck 'em out when I jack off tomorrow morning!"
   "Y-you wanna suck the shit out of my shorts?!" he cried,
unbelieving.
   "Yeah," I assured him. "I like to taste shit when I come.
It'll save me having to dig a finger up my asshole!"
   "Damn! You eat your own shit, kid?"
   "Mine, Dad's, any hot-assed guy! Now squat down so I can
suck the shit off your hole. I hope it tastes as good as it
smells!"
   Before he did, Rory stepped out of his pants and shorts. He
handed the soiled jockeys to Dad. "Guess I'm out fifty bucks,
Charlie, what's a couple more? Save these for the kid. Probably
bullshitting me, but I don't doubt he'll wanna smell 'em!"
   "Don't kid yourself, Rory," Dad chuckled, "Buddy loves
suckin' on soiled shorts. His little brother don't know it, but
Buddy licks up his little shit tracks before they go to the
laundry. I got a pair on now that I keep jamming up my crack
for him! Gotta keep him supplied, Rory. It's such a pitiful
sight...kinda unnatural...seein' him fingering streaks of poop
out of his own ass just to get off!"
   "B-but why?" While he asked his stupid questions, Rory
nevertheless stumbled and eased back, tentatively settling his
bottom onto my mouth.
   Why indeed! I started to lick the man's gritty anus,
tonguing off the tasty tidbits of dried shit and thinking back
to when I'd first been introduced to the delights of eating a
man's filth.
   Two years ago, when I was 15, Mom and Dad weren't getting
along too well. That wasn't anything new. Mom was rather
sensitive, and Dad's always been really crass. He's kinda macho
with his own rules of how things should be. Basically, that
adds up to WHATEVER SUITS HIM!
   Anyway, he'd taken my brother and me into the mountains for
a short camping trip. After a long hike, we rested on a fallen
log while my brother went exploring. That gave me the oppor-
tunity to bring up something that was bothering me. I told him
I was confused about a fellow my age that tried to put the make
on me to do sex stuff.
   "What'd he do, grab your weinie?" he asked, chuckling.
   "Aw, Dad," I blushed, "it ain't a weinie any more. It gets
pretty big and I j-jackoff a lot now. But, yeah, he did grab
it. Said how about we do it to each other."
   "He's probably a queer, Buddy. Didja do it?"
   "N-NO!" I gasped.
   "Why not? What's the big deal about trading handjobs? You
can probably get him to suck you off regularly. Hell, kid, at
your age a boy's best friend is a faggot. Girls don't put out,
and beatin' the old meat gets kinda old. Find a kid that likes
to blow...and you got it made! I sure did. Shot more jizz down
Philip Bradshaw's throat than you can imagine! Little queer
loved to suck my joint."
   "DAD!"
   "Way of the world, son. You ever put your mouth on a
pecker?"
   "N-NO! I can't even believe you'd ask  that question."
   "Why not? Hell, all boys fuck around. How the hell do you
know whether or not you're queer if you never suck a guy's
prick?"
   "B-but..."
   "Gotta test things out in life, Buddy. That's how you're
able to figure out where you fit in. I gave Philip a blowjob,
once. Kinda so-so til he shot his jizz into my mouth! Nope, I
figured. I'd already had my tongue up Theresa Estrada's spicy
pussy, and I decided that was the taste that really got to me.
So I told Philip to keep blowing me, but that I'd only give him
a handjob. No big deal pumping a prick, right?"
   "DAD!"
   "Oh, fuck. You're so influenced by your mother's mamby-
pamby attitudes on life. Buddy, a real man's a guy that does
whatever the FUCK he feels like doing, understand? I sucked
Philip's prick to find out what it was like. It just so
happened I didn't like it. But a guy's gotta try, right? How
else can you know? Listen, it took me three years to get your
mother to put her mouth on my prick. She finally gives a decent
blowjob, but she still won't lick my balls!"
   "Dad!" I gasped. "Y-you shouldn't be tellin' me those
things!"
   "Why not? Facts of life, shaver. Don't believe all the
bullshit about the most important things in life being a
terrific job, a loving family, and respect in the neighborhood.
IT'S ALL CRAP! The most important thing in life is how well you
get your dick off! Everything else falls in place. Now...uh,
where's your brother?"
   "Uh," I peeked over the cliff, "he's way down there
collecting rocks or something."
   "Good." He stretched his legs out and pulled down his
zipper. Reaching his hand inside, he fished out his pecker.
"Now, here's a prick, Buddy!" He fondled the floppy thing in
his hand, making it get big. "Settle down here on your knees
and let's put this thing in your mouth. Gimme a suck...and lick
it up and down the sides. Let's see how you feel about working
on a big, hard cock. Maybe you're a cocksucker."
   "DAD!" I gasped in astonishment. "I...I kinda understand
what you're saying about..." I gulped, seeing he was pulling
his pants all the way down, "trying things out. B-but a guy
can't...try things out on his own father!"
   "Hogwash! A prick's a prick. Okay, just close your eyes
and...and imagine it's that fag in your class you're suckin'."
He grabbed my collar. Not roughly, but insistently. Something
certainly must have been exciting him, because as I got pulled
closer to it, it bobbed up really stiff! Of course, that wasn't
really much of a surprise to me. My dick got like that several
times a day. It would just spring up in my pants--making me
very embarrassed at times! I didn't close my eyes. I trusted my
dad, and if he said it was important to suck on his dick to
find out if I was a cocksucker...then I'd give it a try.
   "That's it..." he cooed, "right over the knob. Now gently
suck on that fat thing, then see how far down you can go."
   It was very warm, and kinda salty tasting...but the way it
throbbed and felt in my mouth was interesting. I felt a little
strange being on my knees sucking on my Daddy's dick, but I had
to admit it felt real good in my mouth. I tried going down on
it, but I couldn't get very far without gagging because Daddy's
cock is so thick. So he got me to lick up and down the shaft.
Then he suddenly stopped.
   "Ah, hold on, Buddy. Let's do this right." He quickly
pulled off his pants and spread his naked legs wide apart for
me. "There you go. Now lick me up good and keep taking sucks on
my knob."
   Anxious, I grabbed hold of it again and stuck out my
tongue. "Wha-what if Rusty finds us?" I was suddenly worried
about my little brother finding me in this...strange situation.
   "Little twerp barges in, we'll just get him to try sucking
cock, too!"
   I giggled at the thought, and eagerly went back to licking
on Dad's huge prick. Each time I tried it, I managed to get
more and more of it in my mouth without gagging. I didn't think
about what it meant when I decided in my mind that this was the
best thing Dad and I ever did together! I liked the feel and
taste of his big prick...and the way it pulsed with blood and
throbbed. But mostly, I liked the way Dad moaned whenever I
sucked hard on his fat knob.
   "Oh, Buddy!" he cried, "That's so goood! See what I told
ya? You're a natural pricklicker. You love that, doncha?"
   I nodded, bobbing my head up and down.
   He gasped, spreading his legs wider apart. "OOOH, YOU HOT
LITTLE COCKSUCKER! BLOW YOUR DADDY! SUCK MY KNOB, BUDDY! SUCK
THE FUCK OUT OF IT...I'm gonna blast your mouth full of hot
jizz. Don't be alarmed. Just drink it down as it squirts outta
my prick! Uh! Aah! Mmmm! ERRRGH!"
   Suddenly, my mouth was full of hot liquid. I knew what it
was...I'd shot enough of it into my hand and licked it up.
Daddy's tasted even better than mine, and I gulped it down. At
least, I thought it tasted better. Maybe it was just because I
was sucking it from a hot prick!
   "Mmmm. Swallow it, Buddy. Now lap your tongue over my
prick, gently, and clean me off. That's it, that's a good
suckboy. Oh, kid, you're a hot little fag, alright. You blow
prick better'n Philip Bradshaw ever did! Oh, gonna get you to
blow me when your momma won't."
   I savored the flavor of his cock spurtings. It had tasted
good. But the best thing was the way it squirted into my mouth.
Daddy rustled my hair, playfully, as he caught his breath. I
smiled, knowing how an orgasm could make you pretty exhausted.
I jacked off onto the ground.
   "I...I liked that, Pop. But, what's it mean?"
   "Well, we'll have to try it again tomorrow...but, so far it
looks like you're going to be a rather talented cocksucker,
Buddy."
   "Y-you mean...queer?"
   "Queer, faggot, fruit...or just a fantastic cocksucker.
Take your pick. You wanna suck out my juice tomorrow?"
   I hesitated--for just a second. "YEAH! I'll...I'll blow you
all the time, Dad! Your jizz tastes great. And...and I liked
sucking it."
   The next day we sent Rusty on an expedition to round up a
collection of the most beautiful rocks he could find for his
aquarium. Then Dad and I lit off for the upper plateau where we
were the day before. On the way, I voiced my concerns.
   "Dad? Wha...what do queers do? If I'm a queer now, because
I like sucking off your big...thing..."
   "Call it a prick, son," he held up his finger.
   "C-cause I like sucking your prick!" I giggled. "But, what
else do queers do? Anything else besides that?"
   "Well, Buddy, there's differences, I guess. Most queers
like lapping a guy's nuts, getting fucked up the old poophole,
and switching around like that, I guess. Oh, and I've heard
that most of them really like to lick on a guy's asshole!"
   "Ah, you're just kidding me, now!" I accused.
   "Oh, not at all! It's called...uh, rimming. Shoving your
tongue up a guy's ass and licking him out."
   "Gee, that sounds yeecky!" I said, but mulling it over.
   "Well, fuck it, let's find out. You can lick my ass."
   "DAD!"
   "Yep. And I've even heard rumors that there're queers
that'll even let ya shit in their mouth. Queers that like to
lick a guy's turd!"
   "Naw, that's too weird!" I challenged his information,
laughing.
   Suddenly, he stopped and turned to me. "Buddy? You ever
tasted shit? You ever stuck your finger up your ass and licked
it?"
   "No, of course not!" I replied.
   "Then just how in the hell do you know for sure? After all,
we've already figured out that you're a queer, right? Now if
some queers like to lick and eat shit, how do you know you're
not one of them if you've never tried it?"
   "Uh, well..." I tried to think of an answer to his rational
idea. What he said made some sense. After all, I'd never really
tasted shit.
   "Well, nothing," he said, sticking to his point of view.
"I'd already decided that you were going to lick my asshole
today. It just so happens," he put his arm around me and led me
into the bushes, "that I gotta take a big shit right now."
   I shuddered, and looked up at him.
   "Look. I know a lot more about queers than you do, right?"
   "Uh, right, Dad," I had to admit.
   "Then trust me on this, okay? We're in a learning process,
here. I say we give it a try. If you don't like it, then we'll
know for sure."
   "Wha...what'll I have to do?" I asked, finding the idea
strange.
   "Well, I gotta take a dump. But first, lick my hole." He
dropped his pants right there in the bushes. As soon as I saw
his dick flop out, I wanted to make a grab for it. But he
quickly turned around and showed me his naked bum.
   I didn't really think one way or the other about it, until
he reached back and spread it open, showing it to me. I bent
down and gazed at his butthole. I got a nice tingling sensation
at seeing a butthole up close...even if it was my dad's! I'd
seen my own in a mirror, and thought Dad's was more exciting.
Maybe cause it was so big and wrinkly. It wasn't any hairier
than mine...just bigger!
   "Put your nose on it, son. Smell it. Tickle me with your
nose and get a whiff of my ass. That's it. Rub around. How's it
smell?"
   "lt...it's...strong."
   "Well, of course. You're back there smellin' a man's ass!"
   "Gee, it's not bad, Dad. Smells kinda nice for an old
poophole!"
   "Stick your tongue out, son. Let's go for broke. Lick my
asshole!"
   Nothing really bothered me so far, and I kinda liked the
hot smell of his butt, so I ran my tongue over it to get a
taste. He flinched when he felt my wet tongue.
   "Mmmm. Keep it up, Buddy. Lick Daddy's asshole! Lick all
over it and see what the taste is like." I lapped my tongue up
and down, concentrating on the spicy flavor. "Oh, yeah, that's
good. Philip used to lick me there. Little queer was always
licking my ass! Do you like it, son? Does my asshole taste good
to you?"
   "It's...it's lovely, Dad!" I took a couple more licks. "I
really dig putting my tongue on your asshole."
   "Oooh, you're definitely a queer ass-licker, son. Nobody
tastes a guy's ass and calls it 'lovely' but a real, dedicated
buttsucker! Go for it, Buddy, butt-suck me. Shove your tongue
up my grimy hole and lick me out!"
   I licked Daddy out...and it was lovely! The more he
encouraged me, the more I wanted to do it. He wasn't saying
'no' or calling me some kind of freak or pervert. He wanted me
to do it. That made me admit to myself my true feelings about
it: I LOVED THE STRONG SMELL AND SPICY TASTE OF HIS ASSHOLE!
Dad was absolutely right...I definitely was a queer asslicker.
As least as far as licking my own Daddy's ass. And I was really
enjoying the way he was moaning about it all, and squirming his
butt back to my face.
   "OH, KID, SUCK MY SHITHOLE! SUCK DADDY'S DIRTY SHITHOLE!"
   His words didn't bother me. He always did exaggerate! His
shithole wasn't dirty...it was just fragrant.
   "You gotta go through with it all," he gruffly demanded.
"Get your face right down at my ass while I take a shit.
Breathe in all the smells, and lick on my turd as it comes out
of my ass. Lick on it, Buddy. I want you to get a good taste of
your Daddy's shit. You can tell me later if you don't like it,
but for this first time...I WANT YOU TO LICK AND TASTE MY
SHIT!"
   "Y-yes, Daddy!" I immediately agreed, surprising myself. I
was actually excited about it! I knew I wasn't gonna like it.
It was going to be the most awful stuff I'd ever tasted. But
Dad wanted me to try it, and I'd do anything to please him.
   "Oeiew!" Daddy gasped, once I'd gotten down in close
proximity to his crouching ass. He said it again, and sent that
turd out of his asshole! I knew it was coming, but I was so
shocked to actually see his anus open and that big, brown,
smelly turd push out of his hole, that I merely stared at it in
wonder. It was such an incredible sight! I would have stared
through the whole operation if it hadn't been for the smell of
his turd. It refocused me, and drew me forward. I felt like my
brain was being fried...but so deliciously! I LOVED THAT HOT
SHIT SMELL! I was extremely excited at the sight of what was
coming out of his ass, and the only thing I cared about was
opening my mouth and putting my wet lips onto that glistening,
slim-coated brown thing!
   All the unsure things left in me vanished once my lips
touched Daddy's turd. I licked on it, over and over, as it
slowly emerged. He knew what I was doing, and he gasped,
contentedly.
   I was laying in the bushes, on the ground, licking on the
hot turd coming out of my dad's ass. I was so excited! I was
licking shit! I was licking Daddy's shit! Dad hadn't exactly
suggested this, but he was encouraging me to freely express
myself...so I did. I was enjoying so much tonguing his turd,
that I suddenly reached my hand up and pressed it against the
other side of the column--DIRECTING IT TO MY MOUTH! I had my
hand on about 8" of Daddy's smelly turd...and it was still
coming out. But I couldn't wait! I BENT THE FUCKIN' THING
SIDEWAYS AND PUSHED IT TO MY LIPS! The bastard broke off at his
asshole, so I STUFFED THE TURD INTO MY MOUTH AND WATCHED HIM
SHIT THE REST OUT!
   I stared at the two smaller turds that fell out of his ass.
Fuck 'em, I thought. I had a real nice one right here in my
mouth and I was enjoying the suck job I was giving it. I had
Daddy's turd in my mouth and I was sucking the shit out of it!
And Daddy was watching me. The last plop of shit from his hole
caused him to quickly turn around and see what was happening.
   "Aw, baby...DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! Eat that clump of shit!
Eat that smelly stuff from my ass! DO IT, BUDDY! GO FOR IT,
SON! Daddy really wants you to eat his shit! Daddy wants you to
be a queer little shiteater, cause Daddy wants to take all his
shits in your mouth from now on. Daddy need somebody to shit
on--I wanna shit on you!"
   "SHIT ON ME, DADDY!" I looked up at him and ate his turd!
Dad was pounding his stiff prick as he watched me. I'd eaten
the whole thing down so fast, that seeing he hadn't come yet, I
reached down and picked up one of the turds that had fallen to
the ground. He gasped as I stuffed it in my mouth. I was
ready...and willing...to pick up the other one, but Dad
squirted his load out just then, splattering it all over my
shit-eating face!
   The extent of my greediness became apparent then. I'd only
taken one bite from that second turd when Dad shot his juice. I
not only continued to eat the rest of it, I picked up the other
one and curled myself into a fetal position...away from him...
and furiously began to jack my boner off while I ravenously ate
down that third turd from his ass.
   Curled up, frustrated at not quite reaching an orgasm, I
layed there in the grass. I had immediate feelings of disgust
and embarrassment, and just stayed in that position. Dad put a
hand on my shoulder.
   "Well done, lad," he said sincerely. "No time for regrets.
You've got a stiff prick that needs relief, and a dad that
needs his asshole cleaned out. I still got shit up my ass. Now
you get up and suck my hole clean. And pound that pretty cock
of yours while you do it!" He pulled his cheeks open and
stretched his hairy hole wide.
   His words sparked me out of my depression. Yeah, I was
gonna get my prick off! And I was gonna do it while I sucked
out Daddy's shitty asshole. Oh, man, I sat back and stared at
it and fisted that cock of mine! Then I plunged my face in
there and ate out that dirty asshole, remembering how I'd eaten
all the shit that had come from there. When I finally blasted
my load all over Daddy's ankles, I'd sucked any leftover shit
from his anus and swallowed it down. The sense of satisfaction,
and the taste of his shit on my lips, brought on my orgasm!
   While I caught my breath, Dad held me in his arms. He put a
finger under my chin and lifted my face up, pausing only for a
second before he spoke directly, and pointedly to me.
   "You like eating my shit?"
   I pressed comfortably against his chest. "Yes."
   "Want me to shit in your mouth again?"
   "Yes, Dad. I...I like getting off while I taste your shit.
And I especially like licking on your turd while you're taking
a shit. And...even if I don't eat it--or even see you shit--I
want to always lick your asshole clean. I love sucking your
asshole, Dad!"
   "That makes me happy, Buddy."
   "Y-you want me to be shit-eater?" I stared up.
   "Yeah, kid. All my life I've wanted a personal shitboy.
You're it! I'm gonna shit some fantastic turds for you. And I
got plans."
   "P-plans? What kinda plans?" I asked, confused.
   "You wanna eat Rusty's turds?"
   "No! I...I don't think so," I didn't think so.
   "Well, you can if you want. I won't complain if he doesn't.
Kinda fitting...you eat your daddy's turds...you can eat your
brother's."
   "But, Dad..."
   "Never mind. Forget your brother. We'll talk about this
later, OK?"
   Back home, we reverted to our regular routine for a few
days. I spent a lot of time thinking about what had happened
...and what I really thought about it. Was I a freak? Did any
other teenage boy who ever existed enjoy eating his father's
turds? I even wondered if I had really enjoyed it--or just been
manipulated by Dad. Something like that certainly wasn't beyond
him. After all, I'd gone to him with a question about a boy
that was making a pass at me...and ended up eating the shit
from his asshole! And blowing him, too!
   But I couldn't deny that I felt apprehensive every time I
heard Dad go into the bathroom. I feared, and hoped, that he'd
call me in there to lick his turd while he took a shit. And my
confusion was definitely over when I realized that I wanted him
to call me in! I wanted to suck his big cock again...and taste
his hot shit! I wanted Daddy to shit in my mouth again!
   Daddy shit in my mouth again, alright. And I loved it.
Unfortunately, Mom walked in just as that stinky column entered
my mouth!
   "CHARLIE! Wha...what on earth?! What is this?"
   "I'm taking a shit in my son's mouth, bitch! Now get over
here and blow me or get the fuck out!"
   Mom got the fuck out. After staring at me for a few
seconds, and realizing that I wasn't raising any complaint--and
wasn't about to give up the mouthful I had--she packed up and
left us. That was fine with Dad. Now he was able to do whatever
he wanted.
   The next time I ran into that boy at school, I approached
him. "You still wanna mess around, Nick?" I asked.
   "Y-yeah! Uh, what changed your mind?'' he asked,
suspiciously.
   "I blew my dad. I'll mess with ya if you'll let me lick
your asshole out."
   "G-gee...I just wanted to jack you off, you know?"
   "So? Jack me off while I suck your ass."
   "I...I don't know, Buddy. You're a queer, aren't you?"
   "Sure. Aren't you?"
   "No. I just wanted to...oh, never mind!"
   "Look," I said, "you grabbed my dick first. And I know two
guys that saw you do it," I lied. "So, if you don't want it to
get around, meet me at the old barn at 4:00. I'm gonna lick
your asshole...and you're gonna love it! Then we'll give each
other blowjobs."
   My newly-found aggressiveness had put Nick off, but he
showed up. We not only traded a hot cocksucking 69, but when I
put my tongue to his asshole and drove it inside--after I'd
licked it wildly--Nick ventured further down between my legs
and kissed me on the asshole!
   But when I suggested that I'd like it if he took a shit, he
bolted from the barn! I figured my reputation would then be
shot, but I guess he never said a word about it. Still, he
avoided me after that.
   I cornered him once. "Thanks for not spreading it around,"
I said.
   "Are you kidding? Who'd believe me? Besides, I'd have to
explain how I knew."
   "Anyway, I'm sorry you ran away. I...just wanted to watch.
It was a stupid idea. I guess I was just so horny!" I lied,
figuring it might get me off the hook. No more fooling around
like that at school!
   "OK," he shrugged. "Let's just forget it, alright? See ya
around."
   "Sure, Nick. If...if you ever want to do what we did again,
just let me know."
   "Uh, I don't think so, Buddy. You're a little too weird for
me!"
   Since Mom was gone, the three of us had to do the house
chores. I took care of the laundry. One day Dad caught me
smellin' Rusty's dirty underpants. I didn't know he was
standing there. I'd spread open the inside of the seat and I'd
just stuck out my tongue to lick at the little shit streaks
he'd left there, when I heard Dad chuckling.
   "Don't let me stop ya." He laughed at the way I was
blushing, and came over and put his arm on my shoulder. "Go
ahead, lick it off!"
   I was blushing because I'd been caught...not because of
what I was doing. I put the white jockeys to my lips and lapped
at my brother's crusty leftovers! Then I started to giggle.
   "Yeah, go for it, Shorty!" he laughed.
   "Hey! What're you guys laughing about?" Rusty walked into
the room. Quick as a flash, I held the shorts down on top of
the pile.
   "Hi, Squirt!" Dad said, "Just cleaning the laundry." We
both broke up uncontrollably. Rusty stood there, amused, not
knowing what the joke was. Then he noticed what I held in my
hands.
   "Hey, those are my shorts. What's so funny?"
   Dad grabbed the shorts and opened them up, showing Rusty.
"We were just checking out your skid marks, Squirt!" We both
laughed again.
   Rusty stood there looking mortified. He stared at the dirty
streaks he'd left, and turned pink. "Gee, you don't hafta point
it out to a fella!"
   "Forget it, kid," Dad assured him. "We all do it. That's
why we were laughing. Guy's gotta scratch his butt, right?
Better'n gettin' poop on your finger!" This time Rusty laughed
with us. And that made Dad and I laugh all the harder!
   One Saturday afternoon Dad had this stupid grin on his face
while we were cleaning out the garage. We were both shirtless,
hot and sweaty, getting dirtier by the minute.
   "What do you keep smiling about?" I asked, finally.
   "A little surprise...if it works out." He kept looking
inside the house--at the hallway. I shrugged and kept sweeping.
   After about 15 minutes, he calls me over. "Cross your
fingers. Rusty just went into the bathroom."
   "So?"
   "You'll see. I jimmied the toilet."
   A few minutes later, Rusty stuck his head out the bathroom
door. "Hey, Dad! Something's wrong with the plumbing. Toilet
won't flush!"
   "Yeah? I'll check it out when we get through here," he
said, winking at me.
   "B-but...I need to flush it now," Rusty said, agitated.
"And I'm late for baseball practice."
   "I'll get it later, Squirt."
   "Uh, but..."
   "Rusty, just leave it...Buddy and I'll take care of it
later."
   "Wellll...alright," he sighed, then pulled the door
closed.
   Dad winked at me again. Rusty hurried out and hopped on his
bike, barely waving goodbye at us. "Knock out a big one,
slugger!" Dad yelled. I thought I heard Rusty giggle as he
quickly pedalled away.
   After watching him turn the corner, Dad crooked his finger
and beckoned me to follow him. Damn, the man was incredible. I
just couldn't believe he'd already built up more for me. But
ever eager, I quickly stayed in step with him. But I was
disappointed when he went to the bathroom door and opened it,
ushering me inside. Just more work!
   "Let's see what your little brother left you!" he chuckled,
walking to the toilet. "SONOFABITCH!" he gasped. Then I did
too. No wonder Rusty was embarrassed. Floating in the water was
a fuckin' monster turd! Neither one of us could believe that
it'd come from Rusty's little bottom. Dad layed a grimy hand on
my sweaty shoulder and pushed me down.
   "Kneel at your porcelain lunch bucket, son," he pressed me.
"It's bigger than I expected...but that's your surprise!"
   "H-hunh?" I gasped.
   "Go ahead, fish it out. Damn, that's a big fucker!"
   "B-but, Dad...I don't wanna eat turds outta the toilet!"
   "Whatsa matter? Doncha like it?" he asked, perplexed.
   "W-well, sure...but...what kinda guy do you think I am? I
don't go around eating shit out of toilets!"
   "Just assholes n' underpants, hunh? That's your brother's
turd bobbing around down there. You like the taste of his shit
...now's your chance to really feed on it. I don't understand."
   "I can't just pull a turd outta that dirty water. I mean...
sure, I'd like to lick Rusty's turd. Out of his asshole. But
not like this!"
   "I still don't get it. Our toilet's clean, Buddy, except
for the shit in it, and that's what you want! Maybe a little
piss water around it, but so what? I've seen you drink my piss
and your own. Besides, that's probably the only way you're ever
gonna get Rusty's turd."
   I mulled it over, staring at the huge baseball bat floating
around. "T-that's probably true. Boy, it sure is a beaut!" I
admitted.
   "OK. Quit fuckin' around. Now reach down there and pick up
that turd and start lickin' it! You know once you get a taste
of it you'll wonder what held you back. NOW GRAB IT!"
   Dad's fierce voice always moved me to action. Not from
fear. But toward that delicious sensation of subjugation. He
got me to perform the most vile acts...but never one I hadn't
thoroughly enjoyed!
   I reached into the water and snatched up what my brother'd
left, picturing it coming out of his little asshole. Even
before all the water'd dripped off it, I had my tongue on it,
washing it back and forth, while my fingers played with it. I
turned around, still holding it to my lips, and showed Dad how
big it was...and how much I was enjoying it.
   Suddenly, I saw Rusty standing in the doorway! His mouth
hung open and he just stared blankly at me, watching me lick
his turd. I kept licking, and turned it around to stuff the end
in my mouth!
   "I...I forgot my mitt," he whispered, before darting from
the door.
   Dad had his prick out of his pants and he was jacking it
off as he stood there encouraging me. "SUCK THAT SHIT! EAT YOUR
LITTLE BROTHER'S BIG TURD!"
   It hadn't happened. I'd imagined it. Rusty hadn't come
back. And in a way, I was disappointed that he couldn't see me
eat his turd. Because that's what I did. I layed my head back
against the toilet seat and shot in my pants while I ate that
luscious turd! Dad straddled me and shot his cum all over
Rusty's turd as I stuffed it in my mouth. As if it wasn't
already a creamy meal, I was glad to have globs of Dad's
dripping dessert splattering my lips.
   "How was that?" Dad asked, stuffing his prick away.
   "Yummy. Better than his skid marks!" I opened my pants and
grabbed a bunch of toilet paper to wipe up my massive
explosion. "But why'd you want me to do that?"
   "Buddy, I don't want you going through life with only my
shit to enjoy. You might end up thinking you're just a freak
who had a filthy ogre of a father who made you eat his crap. I
mean, you are a freak. But you're a natural freak. You just
happen to love eating shit. I want you to remember mine as the
first...and the best. But I also don't want you to get tired of
it...cause I got a lot of shitting to do. And I get off seeing
you act so filthy--blows my fuckin' wad! And I wanna see ya do
it to other guys...see ya get your mouth shit in by other
studs. You had a sweet creamy one today...by your own words. I
want to see guys shoot big, smelly, nasty ones into your mouth
and watch you gorge yourself on their stinky shit and suck it
out of their assholes!"
   Involuntarily, his words were turning me on. "Shit in my
mouth, Daddy! I'm gonna come again!" My prick was up hard and I
was pounding it. He didn't have a turd for me, but Dad quickly
dropped his pants and squatted his ass in my face so I could at
least smell and lick his asshole.
   I smelled his hole, lapped his crack, and shot streams of
jizz all over my belly. I was glad he couldn't go, because I'd
come too fast, and was already full of shit--Rusty's!


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