Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2000 15:52:41 -0500 (EST)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: The Men's Room (Part2)

Disclaimer:

The following story deals with graphic sexual situations between
consenting gay men. If you find incest, watersports or scat to be
offensive or if you are under the age of eighteen, STOP HERE!

The Men's Room (Part 2)
By Rim4you

Chapter 1

At first there was that initial shock. Emerging from the stall naked and
covered with stinking shit and seeing my brother, Chris, his clothes in
a rumpled heap on the filthy floor, seated in a urinal stroking his dick
which was coated in a brown sludge.  Shit!

Seeing my brother like that, his hand gently running up and down the
length of his rigid pole, what more could I do to remedy the situation
but to surrender to his obvious lust and mine.

"Fuck yeah, Blake!"  my brother whispered through gritted teeth, "make
your big brother feel good!  Fuckin' suck that dirty dick!  You like the
taste of my shit, man?"

I nodded my head.  With only groans of mounting pleasure I bobbed my
head up and down Chris' tangy, stink pole.  The pasty goo of my
brother's shit mingled with the pre-cum his cock was oozing,  filled my
mouth once more with the foul tastes of the sewer.  Just the thought
that I was performing this filthy act upon my brother made everything
all the more erotic and plunged my filthy mind deeper and deeper into
the latrine!

"That's it, little brother!  Fuckin' feels so nice havin' your nasty
lips wrapped around my dick.  Suck!  Suck my shitty cock, Blake!  Suck
it, you dirty cocksucker!"

I plunged my mouth down Chris' shaft and buried my nose into his thick
pubic bush which was matted with his filth.  As I swallowed his cock
down my greedy, hungry throat, the rank odor of his shit shot up my
nostrils.  My cock responded with wild jerks of its own.

Chris ran his shitty fingers through my hair.  Entwining his fingers in
my curly locks he yanked my head back.

"Open your mouth, fucker!  I wanna see my shit in your mouth!"  He
hissed.

I opened my mouth wide to afford my brother the view of my tongue coated
with clumps of his shit and my teeth, no longer a pearly white but
rather a dark brown.

Chris leaned forward and hocked up a wad of spit and let it fly straight
into my mouth.  I moaned.

"Oh yeah!  Fuckin' toilet mouth!  Fuckin' got my shit and spit in your
fuckin' cocksuckin' dirty mouth, little brother!"

"Yes!"  I whispered, my voice raspy with lust, "I'm a fuckin' pig,
Chris!  I'm a shit eating pig!"

I ran my tongue over my dirty lips sweeping as much of my brother's
filth into my gaping mouth, savoring the foul deliciousness of his
putrid waste.

"Don't move, Blake.  Don't move a muscle,"  Chris whispered.

I froze.  Only my heaving chest betrayed my brother's command to remain
perfectly still.  My heart pounded wildly in my chest anticipating
Chris' next move.  Whatever he wanted, no matter how disgusting or vile,
I would willingly yield to.

Dipping his hand into the urinal beside him, Chris cupped a pool of
rancid, crusty, foul smelling piss into the palm of his hand.

"Is my little brother thirsty?"

"Uh-huh!"  I groaned, grabbing my cock with both hands.

Chris brought his hand towards my wide open mouth.  With his hand
hovering above my mouth, he snickered with a look of pure animal lust in
his eyes.  Turning his palm over he let drip into my mouth the
disgusting, stale, yellow nectar.  Again and again he dipped his hand
into the filthy urinal and poured its contents into my mouth until my
mouth, like the urinal, was filled with rank piss.

"Now flush it down, little brother!  Swallow that fuckin' dirty piss
down your toilet throat!"

I closed my eyes and swallowed.  I had done this earlier but Chris
didn't know that.  Why was the flavor so much more robust?  Was it
because this time the piss was not mingled with fresh but instead
totally rancid, rank and fermented, left to ripen for days, weeks,
perhaps months even?  In any event I welcomed it wholeheartedly because
of the obvious pleasure it was giving to my brother.

When I opened my eyes, Chris was standing in front of me, his huge cock
inches away from my gaping mouth.  In a flash his cock spewed forth his
warm, golden nectar.  My mouth filled with his sweet manpiss.  I
swallowed feeling chunks of his shit which had deposited on my tongue
being swept down my throat.  After each gulp I let my mouth fill up
again to overflowing so I could feel my brother's warm juice running
down my filthy, stinking body, before swallowing again, flushing it down
my sewer throat.

"Fuckin' shit eating, piss drinking little pig!"  Chris moaned.
"Fuckin' take all of my stinkin' manpiss, Blake!  My fuckin' piss!"

As the gushing stream slowed down, I lunged forward and swallowed Chris'
dick once more.

"Ah, fuck yeah!  Suck my pissin' cock, man!"  Chris hollered, his voice
echoing wihin the emprty room, his hips bucking back and forth in a
steady rhythym fucking my face.

As my brother fucked my greedy, hungry mouth I ran my hands up the back
of his muscuar legs, inching towards the warm, creamy white mounds of
his full, ample butt.  Chris groaned loudly as my hands caressed his
voluptuous, perfectly smooth asscheeks.  My hands gripped and then
separated his fleshy mounds.  My fingers dug into the smooth, hairless
cleft which was slimed with his warm, stinking shit.

"Yeah!"  Chris groaned, grinding his cock down my throat, "smear that
shit all over my ass, man!  Fuckin' play with my dirty ass, brother!
Rub that stink all over my ass!"

I couldn't believe what was transpiring between my older brother and I.
For years, since I was a kid, I fantasized and jacked off to what was
actually taking place now.  I had always idolized Chris.  He was so
masculine.  He was one of those guys that reeked of machismo in every
gesture, in every movement.  His body language was all man!

As a teenager I would sneak into Chris' gym bag and wrap his sweaty,
stinking jockstrap over my face.  His ripe musk, his personal scent
always took me over the edge to an explosive ejaculation.

Sometimes, as I was huffing on his smelly strap, which he rarely tossed
into the laundry basket for Mom to wash, I'd take one of his grundgy
sneakers and rub my cock in the sweaty shoe and cum inside of it, adding
my raunch to his.

Never had I dreamed that my brother would so much as cast a glance my
way until today when he patted me on the butt by my rental car before I
headed out.  But even then I couldn't believe it.  And now, here I was
on my knees, naked and dirty, covered in shit, in this filthy, neglected
Men's Room, with Chris' huge cock down my throat and my hands swirling
his stinking filth over the mounds of his ass!
I had to be dreaming the most fantastic wet dream of my entire life!
Was this really happening?  Was my twenty-eight year-old brother just as
sleazy as I was or did my cousiin, Ken, tell him about me and my
depraved desires and Chris just wanted to use me to that end?  Whatever
Chris' motives were I didn't care at this moment.  He could use me in
any way he wanted.  I was his!

"Yeah!  Oh Yeah, Blake!"  Chris moaned, snapping me from the realm of
memory and fantasy back to reality.  "Play with my dirty ass, man!  Rub
that fuckin' shit all over my ass!  That's your fuckin' playground, pig!
Play with my fuckin' shithole, brother!  Dig for my shit!  Aaaaaahhhhhh!
Love what you're doin' to me, man!  Fuck!"

I traced my fingers around Chris' shitty asslips.  I could feel his
pucker, as it were, pulsing, flaring, as if breathing with life.
Quivering at my touch.  It was warm, moist, slimey and filthy.

"Fuck!  That feels so good!  Don't stop!"  Chris sighed, rubbing his
hole against my finger.  "Shove it up my ass, man!  Fuckin' ram some
fingers up my ass!  Dig for shit, brother!  My ass is full of shit!
Fuckin', stinkin' shit!"

As I nearly gagged on Chris' huge cock, being a little overzealous in my
need to have every inch of his throbbing, dirty tool down my throat, I
jabbed two fingers to the hilt up his raunchy hole, squirming and
churning into the filth I felt up his ass.  Yes!  Chris' ass was full of
shit alright!

"God damn!"  Chris hollered, grinding his ass hard upon my probing
fingers.  "Yeah, baby brother!  Dig for what you want up my ass!
Fuckin' dig the shit outta my slop chute!"

I scraped my fingers along the inner lining of my brother's filthy
rectum.  I could feel his filth on the two fingers I had up his ass.  In
one quick movement I pulled my mouth off of his dick.  I gasped as his
monster cock, dripping with brown spit, bobbed up and down before me,
Yanking my fingers out of his asshole I coated his cock with the sludge
I'd just retrieved and once more pounced my mouth back upon his cock,
slurping furiously and shoving three fingers back up his ass!

"Fuckin' bitch!"  Chris yelled, as my fingers sunk deep into his gaping
hole.  "I know what you fuckin' want!  You wanna shove your fuckin' fist
up my shitty ass, don't you, fucker?"

I groaned with unbridled lust at the mere thought of my fist sinking
into my brother's filthy ass.

"I fuckin' need it too, man!"  Chris hissed, lustfully.  "Fuckin' need
to be punched!  Ya man enough to take me, little brother?"

"Fuck yes!"  I hollered, snapping my head back, wild eyed and crazed,
driving a fourth finger up Chris' ass.

"Yeah!  Yeah!"  Chris practically screamed, driving his hips downward
forcefully as I streatched his hole further, shit oozing out of his
asshole.  "Fuckin' bitch!  You motherfuckin' bitch!"

"You like that, don't you, Chris?"  I hollered, plunging my fingers
deep.  "You like having that marine pussy of yours streatched to the
max, don't you, big brother?"

"Fuck yes!  Fuckin' rape that shitty man pussy, Blake!  Fuckin' punch
out my faggot, marine mancunt!  Yeah!  You heard right, little brother!
I'm a fuckin', former United States Marine, butch, horny fuckin' cunt!
Shove that fist up my manhole now, brother!  Do it!  Teach this pussy
boy how to be all man!  Ram that fist up my dirty ass!"

I followed Chris' movements as he turned around and grabbed the urinal
in front of him.  He hunkered over it, thrusting his ass up high into
the air.

"Man!  This fuckin' stinks!"  Chris hollered, as he rested his head
against the filthy bowl, panting.

"Smell it!"  I hollered back.  "Get that rank, stale piss stink up your
nose, Chris!  Fuckin' lick that bowl!"

"Ah fuck!  Fuck!"  Chris yelled, as he dipped his head into the rancid
urinal and ran his tongue along the inner portion of the heavily
stained, piss encrusted bowl.  "It's so fuckin' stink, Blake!  God damn!
There's shit in here too, man!"

"Lick it, fucker!"

"But ..."

"Do it!"  I yelled.  "Fuckin' lick that skanky piss bowl, Chris!"

"Ah man! Jesus fuckin' Christ, Blake!  Why ya doin' this to  me?  Makin'
me clean out this stinkin' pisser!"

"Ya want my fist up your fuckin' man pussy, don't you marine?"

"Yes!  Yes!"

"Semper Fi, aren't you?"

"Fuck yes!"  Chris hollered.  "I'm always fuckin' semper fi!"

"Then fuckin' clean that bowl, marine!"  I boomed, the echoes of my
voice bouncing off the walls, as I slid my fingers out of Chris' ass,
stinking shit oozing out of his hole as I buried my face into his dirty
butt and lapped at his fithy asshole.

"Give me what I need, Blake!"  Chris almost whimpered, as his head sunk
into the contents of the bowl, splashing its foul contents onto the
floor.

I ran my hand up and down the shitty cleft of my brother's ass, coating
my hand and arm with his slimey filth.  The stench of Chris' asshole
swirled up my nostrils as his flaring hole blasted a wet, ripe fart
which sent his anal juices splattering upon my face and chest, as I
clenched my fingers together, drawing my head back and my fingers slowly
inched their way up his dirty, gaping, flaring hole.

"Fuck!  Fuck!"  Chris moaned, yanking his head from the bowl, rivulets
of stale, rancid piss streaming down his face and trickling like
raindrops back into the bowl.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!  Yes!  Yes!  More!  Don't stop!  Keep going!  You're okay
... uh ... fuck, man!"

My slimey fingers inched their way, digit by digit.  Knuckle by knuckle.
Deeper and deeper within my brother's warm, putrid asshole.

"Yes!  Yes!"  Chris sighed, as he bore down.  "Give it to me, fucker!"

My knuckles disappeared as my brother's asshole sucked, then swallowed
hungrily at my hand, down to my wrist.  I could feel my fingers sinking
into the muck and sludge of steamy shit.  Chris' shit!

"Fuck!"  I groaned, as Chris' greedy man pussy sucked more of my hand
within.  Past the wrist now.  His ass muscles bearing down and sucking
more and more until my arm was midway up his ass almost to the elbow.

Chapter 2

"Yeah!  Punch that fuckin' mancunt, Blake! Fuckin' fist that shitty ass,
man!"

The deep, gutteral voice resounded in the room.  I jerked my head back
and glanced over my shoulder towards the door.

Our eyes met and gazed intently upon one another.  I looked upon the
towering figure framing the door.  His dark green eyes seemed to
penetrate me.  His tufts of light brown hair, streaked with whisps of
blonde seemed to glisten in the rays of the sunshine that penetrated
through the windows.  His muscular body dripped with sweat in the August
heat.  Droplets of clear liquid ran down his face to his soaked t-shirt.

"Fuck that dirty ass!" he whispered.  His full lips curling back into a
seductive smile.

The glare of the sunlight seemed to obliterate the man's face, yet the
deep, masculine voice, whispering its soft obscenities, sounded all too
familiar.

As my eyes swept over every rippling muscle of the man, whose massive
bulk enveloped the doorway to the Men's Room, my arm sunk deeper into
the streatched asshole of my brother.

"Fuckin' punch that man pussy!"  The voice whispered, sensuously.

The stranger's hand slid down his sweaty chest towards the bulge between
his legs which seemed to streatch every snap of the metal buttons of his
jeans.  His hand groped and squeezed the instrument which snaked down
his right leg.

Was this the voice of the man I had so recently fucked?  Could it be
that he had heard the cries of lust issuing from Chris and I and had
returned for something more?

Chris was oblivious, as if not caring, to what was happening at the
moment other than the fact of my hand, my arm penetrating his filthy
hole.  His groans of pleasure echoed in the room as he hungrily
swallowed my arm, bearing down his full weight upon it, sighing and
panting heavily.

The stranger, whose voice was so familiar, yet so distant, wrapped up in
my consuming lust for my brother that I was left confused with my
passion and curiousity, slowly trailed his hand across his sweat soaked
t-shirt.  Lower and lower his hand descended, caressing himself,
swirling his hand from the bulge between his legs upward to grasp a firm
nipple between his fingers which jutted out from his soaked t-shirt and
squeezed.  Moans of pleasurable, self inflicted pain escaped his parted,
full lips as he arched his back and thrust his pelvis forward.

I was lost.  Held captivated between my brother's aching, sucking
asshole and the inviting mound of the stranger's full basket.  But was
he a stranger?

The sweat soaked t-shirt slowly disengaged itself from the tight jeans
at the waist as two hands tugged it upward and pulled it off, flinging
it unto the filthy floor with a loud, slapping sound.

"Fuck, yeah!"  Chris groaned, as I plunged my arm deeper into his ass.

My eyes riveted upon the stranger, my tongue darted out of my lips and
wagged as his footsteps echoed upon the pavement, drawing nearer,
closer.  My mouth opened wide to receive the warmth of his steamy,
sweaty crotch as he pressed it unto my face and released into my mouth a
streaming fountain of his warm, golden nectar which ran down and soaked
the denim material of his levis.

"It's been a long time, cousin!  Too long!"
Ken moaned.

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