Date: Sat, 24 May 2008 08:01:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Paul Moody <pauljames.moody@yahoo.com>
Subject: STEVE IS AN INCREDIBLE PIG: LOGAN BECOMES AN INSATIABLE PIG Part 2

LOGAN BECOMES AN INSATIABLE PIG
By pauljames.moody@yahoo.com
Part 2

Logan.

Though he had stirred a couple of times like he was waking up, Dad was
still sleeping and my stiff cock and full bladder were both demanding
attention.  My room here at Dad's house isn't as big as the room I had at
Mom's so I have my bed pushed into a corner to maximize space, besides it's
usually just me in my bed so I only need one side open.  Only now I was
either going to have to climb over my father or I would have to crawl out
over the foot of my bed.

I rolled away from Dad and slipped out from under the bedspread to try
crawling over the foot of the bed, but Dad must have come awake from my
moving around and he reached over to put his arm around my chest and gave
me a hug, mumbling; "Mornin' stud.  How're the butt cheeks feelin'?"

Since he was finally awake, I didn't have to be careful and start climbing
over him saying; "Oh, I'm glad you're finally awake.  I have been laying
here trying to figure out how to get to the bathroom to pee without waking
you up.  But since you're awake now I don't need to worry about that.  My
bladder is about to bust!"

The bedspread had come off Dad when he reached over to hug me so he was
laying there naked and also had his morning piss-hardon.  I was climbing
over him and suddenly our cocks were side-by-side and rubbing against each
other.  Dad grabbed my hips and pulled me tight against him, mashing or
cocks together.  It felt so good to have a steely-hard cock rubbing against
my lower abdomen and my own hard cock that I could have stayed there
rubbing against him for hours.  Except I was trying to get to the bathroom
and he was saying; "Come on Loag, stay here and feed me that hard cock!"

"I would love to Dad, but I really gotta go to the bathroom or the first
thing you'll get is my piss."

I gasped a bit when he said; "Aaahh!  I could go for a big drink of your
piss before sucking the cum out you.  Let's do it!"

My cock was already so hard from having to take a leak and thinking about
Tony and Shawn and from rubbing it between Dad and myself that I didn't
think it could get any harder, but the thought of what Dad was saying got
my cock so hard that I thought it was going to break off.  He was
describing one of my most intense fantasies!  I had never drunk a guy's
piss and I had never pissed in another guy's mouth, but I really got off on
fantasizing about it.  I had even gone so far as to sample my own.  I
wasn't too fond of my morning piss because it was super-concentrated and
too strong for me.  But I really got a big kick out of sampling my piss
after a work-out.  Mike was always urging me to drink a lot of water when I
worked out and so I usually had a rather clear stream even after a sweaty
workout.

But if Dad wanted to drink it, then he was welcome to it!  Except I didn't
want him to drink half my piss and then decide he couldn't handle the rest
of it, and then me try to cut off my flow or piss on my sheets, I pulled at
his hand and said; "Let's do it in the shower."

He was up and following behind me in a flash.  We walked naked together
into the hall and into the common bathroom.  It wasn't quite as big as the
master bath in Dad's room, but it had a bath tub with a shower curtain so
there was a lot more room for two as opposed to the shower stall in Dad's
bathroom.  I stepped in the tub and turned to lean back in the corner
opposite the spigot and Dad was already kneeling in the tub.  He pulled my
leg up and set it on the edge of the tub while he moved in really close to
my crotch... I was TRIPPING!!!!  My dad was on his knees in front of me in
my bath tub, reaching for my cock!  I knew I wasn't going to be able to
piss because my cock was so hard and if he gave it a couple of licks I was
sure that I would blow a load of cum all over his face and in his goatee.
I guess I could always lick my cum off of his face and suck as many stray
gobs as I could get out of his neatly trimmed beard and 'stash.

He had his hand wrapped around the root of my cock and started jacking it a
bit, saying; "Come on Loag, gimme what you've got in there.  Just open the
gates and let me have it."

With that he started jacking me and licking around the head of my dick.  I
was trying to open up to start pissing, but I just couldn't.  My cock was
feeling fantastic from him jacking, licking and sucking it, but it was also
painfully hard.  He was eager to get whatever he could from my cock and all
I could give him was a few pearly drops of my pre-cum.  He seemed to know
exactly what to do with it though, because he lapped it off the head of my
cock and out of my slit and then smeared it all around his lips with his
tongue.  As usual my cock got super juicy really fast and the pre-cum was
running down the underside.  Dad lapped at the pre-cum on the underside of
my cock with his tongue while using his lips to smear the pre-cum he had
licked out of my slit all around the shaft of my cock.  It only took
seconds until he had my cock covered with my juice and he was back on the
head lapping up more.

Without warning he shoved his face toward my pubes.  I almost shot off in
his mouth then, but was only able to hold off because he seemed to have
under-estimated the size of my cock.  He only got about three quarters of
it into his mouth and throat before he had to back off of it a bit because
he was gagging.

I get incredibly turned on when I gag myself on a big cock, but when a guy
is gagging on my cock I feel like it's my fault for being too big and I
want to back off a bit.  Except I had my back in the corner of the tub and
it seemed that Dad gets just as turned on when he chokes on a cock as I do,
because he reached for his own cock to start jerking while he repositioned
and dove for my pubes again.  This time his throat opened for my cock and
his lips glided over my slickened shaft until they were buried in my pubes.

He started swallowing around my cock!  I had never felt anything like it.
His throat muscles contracting around my cock were amazing and I could not
believe how long he kept it up without backing off to take a breath.  The
suction around my cock and the contractions from his throat were driving me
wild.  With one leg on the rim and supporting all my weight on the other, I
had to grab onto something to keep from collapsing onto the floor of the
tub.  The only thing handy was Dad's head.  Without even considering the
possible ramifications of my actions, I found myself pistoning my dick in
and out of my Dad's mouth.

I had his head in my hands and my cock was in his throat one second and
pulled back until just the head was in his mouth the next second and then
in the next second I was buried in his throat again.  Dad just looked up at
me with wide eyes and I saw the corners of his mouth twitch up into a
little bit of a smile until he looked back down to concentrate on even a
little more magic.  He started using his throat muscles to try to prevent
me from pulling my cock out as I fucked his face!

I was already close and my nuts had pulled up to the base of my rod.  Dad
was squeezing my ass with both hands as he pulled me into his face.  My
hands tightened on his head clutching and pulling a bit on his hair.  That
was the only warning he got before I started blowing my load into his mouth
and throat.  After sleeping all night I usually have a big load and this
morning was no exception, I was actually standing where I am usually
standing when I jerk off when taking my morning shower.  Only this time I
was shooting my cum into my dad's mouth.

My first blast obviously caught Dad off guard because my cock was halfway
into his throat and cum shot out of his nose onto his moustache and on the
top of my cock.  He recovered quickly though, because he snorted a little
bit to get the cum out of his nose and backed off of my cock until he was
just sucking on the first couple of inches and the rest of my cum spurted
into his mouth.

I wanted to share my cum with him just as badly as I had last night, but I
also had to piss and that was really what he was after when we came in here
so I stayed put hoping that my cock would soften enough for me to piss.
Dad must have known that I wanted some though, because he kept my cum in
his mouth and stood up to share it with me.  I knew my cock would not go
down one iota while he was kissing me and swapping my cum with me but I
wanted it and couldn't refuse.

I thought he looked incredibly hot with my cum streaked out of each nostril
into his moustache and I made sure I licked every little globule out of his
moustache.  We shared an open-mouthed kiss, snow-balling my cum back and
forth until there was so much saliva and cum mixed together that we either
had to swallow or let it run down onto our chests.

I still had to piss so broke off the kiss and swallowed.  All of that slimy
cum running down my throat helped me relax enough to let out a little jet
of piss which splashed against Dad's belly.  I was in pain and suffering by
then and could only groan and try to push another stream of piss out of my
rock-hard dick.

Dad had swallowed the rest of my cum and looked down as my first spurt of
urine hit him.  He was back on his knees in a flash and took hold of my
cock to point it at his face.  But I couldn't open up!  Dad noticed some of
my cum still on my cock from where it had shot out of his nose and he
started milking my cock for more as he deep-throated it to get the rest of
the cum off the outside of my dick.  Somehow I had to piss!  Through
clenched teeth I was finally able to grunt out; "Shit Dad, I gotta piss so
bad it hurts and I'm not going to be able to unless you quit."

Dad leaned back on his haunches licking his lips and looked up at me,
saying; "Oh, sorry Loag.  Here, maybe this will help.  Just concentrate on
listening to the water."

With that he reached over and turned on the water so a trickle came out of
the faucet and splashed a little onto the floor of the tub.  Listening to
the water splashing into the tub finally put me over the edge.  My cock
softened rapidly and the flood-gates opened.  Dad still had my cock in his
hand and as I started to piss he had it pointed right into his mouth.  I
filled his mouth fast and he swallowed then filled it again and he let it
run out and down his chin to his chest.  He swallowed the next mouthful and
then directed my flow to his tits and chest.  I wasn't showing any signs of
a diminishing flow as he lifted each arm and directed my piss into each arm
pit.

He ducked down and hosed down the top of his head before my piss finally
started to slow and then he took my cock back into his mouth.  He literally
sucked the last of my piss out of my dick.  He swallowed a couple of times
as my flow dwindled and then my cock was stiffening again.  My relief was
so pleasurable that I probably could have came again within seconds, but I
wanted to sample Dad's piss, too.

I leaned over, pulling my dick away from his mouth and got my first direct
whiff of my piss-covered father.  It was a jolt that I wasn't prepared for!
His aroma was intoxicating!  I held his head running my lips and tongue and
nose through his hair; sniffing and licking my piss.  My nose was directing
my movements at that point so it didn't take long until I had my nose
buried in his arm-pit.  His own odor mixed with my piss was like taking a
hit of poppers.  I just wanted more and more; my cock was dripping pre-cum
again and my asshole was twitching and hungry to get stuffed with a big
cock.

With one arm-pit cleaned I headed for the other but Dad put his hand on my
shoulder to slow me down just in time for me to lock my lips over his
nipple.  I was guessing that he liked the same things I liked so after
sucking at his nipple and getting the last vestiges of my piss off of it I
nipped at his tit a little.  He just moaned and pushed my face into his
chest a bit tighter so I knew that he would be ok with things getting a bit
rougher.  I really get worked up when my tits are bit hard and went after
Dad's tit just as I liked it - I chomped down on his tit HARD!

Now it was his turn to grunt and groan, screaming; "AAAAAHHHHHH! Oh fuck,
Logan!  Yeah, chew on my fucking tit!  Bite that fucker off!"

I couldn't believe how much of a turn-on it was for me to bite and chew on
his tit.  I bit him a lot harder than I think I could have handled and he
just kept urging me on.  His nipple was a bruised, stony little eraser nub
by the time I moved on to the other tit to give it the same treatment.  I
think he was ok with me not spending as much time on the second tit as I
did on the first given the rough working-over it received.

My target was his other arm-pit and I wanted every last bit of taste and
smell he had in there.  So after a little licking, sucking, nibbling, and
biting at his tit I lifted his arm to get access to his sweaty, pissy
arm-pit.  I pushed my tongue through his hairy pit, licking up as much
sweat and piss I could get on my taster.  I was sniffing deeply to get as
much of his smell as I could until I had completely spit-washed his pit.

I knew where I could get more of his aroma mixed with the smell of my piss
and it would likely be even stronger than his pits.  As my piss had flowed
out of his mouth and across his chest it ran down across his belly to
gather around his cock and balls and collect in his pubes.

By then we had switched positions so he was leaning into the corner and I
knelt in front of him.  I noticed that his navel was wet and filled with my
piss along with a couple of streaks of cum that had escaped our cummy kiss.
I lapped up the cum and dug my tongue into his belly button, licking up
everything I could get out of it.

I didn't spend long in his navel because his hard cock kept poking me in my
chin.  Even though I had just sucked it last night I marveled at his
beautiful cock.  It seemed to be the perfect size for my mouth and throat;
thick enough to fit tightly in the opening to my throat and long enough to
get a couple of inches into my throat.  And that was exactly where I wanted
his cock; in my throat!

My mouth was already lubed up from our earlier cummy kiss and the saliva I
worked up licking Dad's pits and navel and his cock was wet from my piss,
too.  I wanted my nose buried in his pubes to get more of his heady aroma
so I just shoved his cock into my face as I pushed forward to get a whiff
of the hairy root of his cock.  Unlike when Dad went down on me, I didn't
choke.  My throat opened to let his cock in and I didn't stop until I was
able to stick my tongue out and lick his big nuts.

He had his hands on my head, but only, it seems, to guide me as I was
obviously still in control.  I had kept his cock buried in my throat
because I love to swallow and work my throat muscles around a cock while
soaking up the aromas from having my nose in his bush.  Then I felt a
little pulse go through his cock.  I wasn't sure at first what had
happened, but I felt as though I had just swallowed a drink of water.  I
felt it again and realized that he had let a little jet of piss out into my
throat.

The thought of it set my head swimming.  It was so wildly erotic that I had
just licked my father's sweat from his body after I had pissed all over him
and now he was shooting jets of piss from his stiff cock right down my
throat!  I just groaned and back off of his cock 'til the head was in my
mouth and sucked on it waiting for the next jet of his piss.  I felt his
cock pulse and then a spurt of hot liquid shot into my mouth.  Incredibly,
it tasted a lot like his sweaty, pissy arm-pit and I wanted more!  I drank
down the mouthful of urine he had just given me and kept my lips tightly
wrapped around his cock.

He managed to give me another little spurt a couple of seconds later, but
even with the water trickling into the tub, I could tell he was struggling
to start his flow.  I decided to try something that had made my mom wet her
pants once when my young nephew jumped into her lap; I reached up and
pressed on Dad's stomach right over his bladder.  I was rewarded with a
wonderfully steady flow from his bladder.  He still had hold of my head and
he was trying to get me to pull off, saying; "You don't have to take it
all, Loag.  I know the morning piss is the strongest so you can let some of
it go if you can't handle it."

I wasn't paying any attention to what he was saying; I already knew that
the first piss of the morning is the most concentrated because I had tried
my own before.  But I fell in love with the flavor and aroma of my first
piss of the morning when mixed with my dad's arm-pit sweat and now his
first morning piss had that same flavor and heady aroma.  My lips were
staying locked around his cock until I got every last drop of piss out of
it!  I continued to suckle at my father's cock like a greedy calf sucking
at a cow's tit and pushing in on his belly to force more out of him.

Sadly, he didn't have as much as I did and after a couple more mouthfuls
his flow slowed to a trickle and then stopped.  Except he had not cum yet
and his cock stayed rock-hard.  No sooner had I milked the last couple of
drops of piss from his cock when I was rewarded with a piss-flavored drop
of pre-cum oozing out of the tip of his cock.  I knew there was more than
just one drop in there for me so I kept milking his cock with my hand and
sucking up and down on the first few inches of his big rod.

His cock started drooling a steady flow of pre-cum across my tongue.  I
loved the flavor and texture of his slimy goo in my mouth.  It lubed the
entrance to my throat so his dick-head easily popped in and out of my
throat.

Our piss-play had obviously gotten him close to cumming because his nuts
had drawn up to the base of his cock and his cock was starting to swell and
convulse.  Except, I wanted it to last a bit longer so I could get to know
every vein and crevasse and fold of skin on my father's cock.  Ok, I guess
I have to admit that I'm a greedy little pig too, and I wanted more of his
tube-steak before sucking his cream-filling out for desert.  I grabbed the
base of his cock and pushed my thumb into the tube on the underside in
order to back him down from cumming.

I kept my lips pursed around just the tip of his cock to get the juice
leaking from his piss-slit, not daring to lick or suck the rest of his cock
for fear that it would set him off.

I finally felt his balls begin to descend back into their sack and went
back to work on his dick.  My tongue and lips were covered with his pre-cum
so I started rubbing my lips and tongue up and down the sides and bottom of
his cock, nibbling at it with my teeth like it was an ear of corn.

Just like when I was working over his tits; I got a bit rough and really
bit hard a couple of times.  I thought he might soften a little when I did
that, but instead I felt a surge of hardness in his dick and he groaned
loudly as I nibbled and bit along the sides.

Pre-cum was leaking from the tip of his cock and I wanted more.  Drops of
my piss were still lingering in his pubes and I wanted more of that, too.
I went back to the underside of his cock and licked up the base to get
every drop of his gooey juice.  At the head I dug the tip of my tongue into
the slit to get as much of his juice from there as I could as well.

I pushed my mouth down over his cock to bury my nose in his bush and get a
whiff of the heady aroma there.  His dick was throbbing in my throat and I
wanted more of his pre-cum on my tongue so I backed off, dragging my tongue
along the underside to milk as much pre-cum from him as I could.  I was
rewarded with a copious flow of dick slime across my tongue and then I dug
into the tip again for more.  I loved the feel of his cock sliding into my
throat and wanted more of that too, so I fluttered my tongue around the
base and sides of his shaft as I swallowed his head and the first few
inches of his shaft again.

I was intoxicated and in a trance from the smells, the tastes, and the
texture of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth.  The action was
automatic; back off, drag my tongue along the vein, dig into the slit,
flutter my tongue as I dive down again to smell the heady, manly aroma
coming from his crotch and then repeating the process again and again and
again.

My cock was again so hard that I felt like it would break off but I didn't
touch it.  Instead I was squeezing the cheeks of his ass and pushing my
fingers into his crack to rub them across his asshole.  I felt like I could
go on forever; drag, dig, flutter, dive, smell, back off, drag, dig,
flutter, dive, smell, back off...

I was suddenly jolted out of my trance my another jolt; Dad's hands tensing
a bit on the sides of my head was the only warning I had before his cock
exploded in my mouth.  It swelled to a size I would not have thought
possible as I drug my tongue across the cleft on the underside to dig the
pre-cum out of the slit and as I stuck my tongue in it was met by a blast
of jizz.

I was so entranced that I had not even noticed his balls pulling up and the
twitching in his cock that would have warned me of his impending climax.
Instead I was so focused on the aroma, the flavors, and the physical
sensation of his cock popping in and out of my throat and leaving its gooey
trail of slime along my tongue that I failed to see the signs that he was
about to blow a load of spooge into my mouth.  But whether I was ready or
not his cock shot out a huge ropey wad of cum into my mouth.

I love to eat cum and I've eaten a lot of it even though I am only going on
17, but I had never eaten a load as tasty as my dad's.  I thought the load
he fed me last night was good, but this load seemed to be ten times better.
I didn't want to waste a drop from letting it leak from my lips or from
letting him shoot it into my throat.  I wanted to savor it.  I was going to
let him blow his entire wad into my mouth so I could swish it around and
gargle with it before swallowing a single wad.  Maybe Dad would want some
of his own back the same way he gave me some of mine.

His cock shot three huge blasts of cum into my mouth and then several small
shots.  I wasn't too concerned with counting the number of times he shot a
wad onto my tongue, but it had to have been at least six, maybe seven, or
even eight before he was reduced to just dry spasms.  My mouth was full of
so much cum that there wasn't much room for both the cum and his cock, but
I was having a mind-blowing experience.  His cock was coated with his own
cum and I was sliding it in and out of my mouth.

His cock now tasted like all of his other smells and flavors mixed with the
salted nut flavor of cum.  I kept pistoning the first few inches of his
cock in and out of my mouth while sucking and swirling my cummy tongue
around his dick-head.  His balls stayed drawn up at the base of his cock
and they kept jerking and spasming but even though his cock twitched and
jerked like he was cumming, nothing more came out of it.

I lost control of myself and pushed my face forward until my lips and nose
were again buried in his pubes.  I was rewarded with a gullet full of cum
as his cock pushed into my throat and I un-intentionally swallowed most of
his cum.  There was still plenty of it all around his cock and I wouldn't
let any of it go to waste.

Dad's cock was spasming wildly in my mouth and throat when he started
pushing me off of his cock and yelling that he was too sensitive and
couldn't take any more.  I licked and sucked his cock clean as he withdrew
it and then he pulled it from my lips with a loud pop.  I licked my lips
with a huge grin on my face as he looked down at me with a mixture of shock
and awe.  Only then did I realize that I had shot another huge load of cum
myself.  It was covering his lower legs and running down onto his feet and
between his toes.

I just couldn't see letting all of that cum go down the drain so I bent
down and licked my cum off of each leg and foot and off the sides of the
bathtub where those few wads landed that didn't land on his feet and legs.
Dad was still panting from the intensity of his orgasm as I lifted each
foot in turn to lick and suck the cum from around each toe.  I felt
strangely perverted and aroused by the idea that each of his toes was a
little dick and I was licking the cum from each one of those little dicks.

Luckily Dad didn't seem to be very ticklish on his feet and toes because I
couldn't imagine someone sucking and licking at my feet and toes without
causing me to have fits of giggling from being so ticklish on my feet.  As
I finished my little perversion on his little-toe I saw a stray wad of cum
on the shin on his other leg so I set his foot down and leaned over to lick
it up as well.  I was bent down to suck the cum out of the hair on his leg
when I felt him let loose a stream of piss onto my back and into my hair.

Not being totally sure of what was happening, I froze for just half a
second.  But once I realized that he was pissing on me I knew that I wanted
him to hose me down good.  One of my fantasies involving piss is with me
laying on my back while several guys gather around me and piss all over me
all together.  Well, Dad was only one guy but I could still see if he could
piss all over me, everywhere.

I rolled over onto my back in the bottom of the tub while he continued
peeing his slow and steady stream on me.  I pointed at my again hard cock
and balls and he covered them with his pee.  Frightened he would run out
quickly, I pointed next at my navel and he filled that too.  I had barely
stopped when pointing at my belly-button and had moved on to point at my
tits which he quickly soaked and he moved a little to each side as well to
fill the crevasse between my arms and sides so his piss would seep into my
arm-pits as well.

He rationed his urine well.  He was delivering a slow, steady stream that
was a bit more than a trickle and wasn't showing much sign of diminishing
yet.  With the back of my head, my back, my crotch, abs, chest and pits
soaked with his piss there was just one more place where I could probably
really enjoy it, but where there wasn't any yet.

I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and pointed; not to my open mouth, but to
my whole face.  I pointed one finger up from the center of my chest toward
my chin and the other from above my head down toward my forehead.  He
figured out immediately what is was that I wanted.

The next thing I knew he was directing his flow all over my face.  I felt
it fill up over my eye-lids, he pissed around my nose and as his flow
finally started to dwindle, he filled my mouth with his pungent, aromatic
piss.  I drank it down and quickly lifted myself to my knees so I could
squeeze the last few drops of piss from his cock and suck them into my
mouth.

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I probably could have gone at it again, except it seemed that Dad couldn't
or at least couldn't right now.  He usually had things planned for most
Saturday mornings, so today probably wouldn't be any exception.  He lifted
me up and kissed me deeply before telling me how good I smelled with his
piss all over me and that he wanted nothing more than to lick it off of me,
but it was getting late and he had things he had to get done.

We enjoyed a very sensual shower together with a lot of mutual scrubbing
and lathering and open-mouthed kissing.  I was again assaulted with the
idea that I was doing these things with my father.  I had idolized and
loved this man for as long as I could remember.  So many of my fantasies
were of the two of us together that I was nearly dizzy that he was willing
to have sex with me.

We didn't usually eat breakfast on Saturdays because we would sleep late.
I would head off to the gym for some early aerobics while Dad tended to
whatever it was that he had planned.  Other than eating cum and drinking
piss, today wasn't much different except that as we headed toward the door
he took me into his arms once more to kiss me and said, "Now that was what
I would call The Breakfast of Champions.  I'll see you at lunch-time and
then we should talk about things.  Okay?"

I was still feeling a little nervous about some of what I needed to tell
him, but I knew it was time.  I would make sure Mike was ok with everything
while I was at the gym and then tell Dad everything over lunch.