Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2000 21:14:45 PDT
From: Roderick Shafton <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: DADDY'S PICKUPS---Part 2

(incest/ws/scat)

           DADDY'S PICKUPS--Part 2

    The first night Dad brought a guy home for me, it was
rather a quick affair. I was nervous, he was nervous, and
Dad...well, he was always composed. He just got a great big
kick out of it. Afterwards, he told me the story of how he
rounded this guy up.
   "I was coming back on the Interstate and had to take a
piss. I stopped in at this roadside pulloff. There were two
guys in there talking about the away football game they'd just
had. One guy said he'd forgotten part of his equipment and they
had to go back. Apparently, it was only a few miles down the
road, so the other guy said he'd wait for him because he had to
take a massive dump anyway. He went into a stall, and the other
guy drove off. Now, these were football players, but they were
trim college boys--not fat football pros. I hung around. The
thought of that handsome boy taking a huge shit made me think
of you, and I started to imagine how it'd be watching him shit
in your mouth. I guess he had constipation, because I soon
heard the guy loudly straining inside his stall. Like a lot of
jocks, he hadn't even bothered to close the door completely
while he took his shit. Besides, he thought I'd left, because I
went out the door and went back in. That's why he didn't think
much about all the grunting noises he was making. It was hot,
hot night so I took my shirt off and stick it on a hook.
   "Suddenly, I burst in on him! With my big build, he was a
bit terrified. I ordered him to get up and bend over the pot. I
purposely scared him, because I really wanted to watch him shit
a turd without having to take any shit from him. He didn't know
what the fuck I wanted, but he straddled the toilet like I
ordered him to, and began to whimper.
   "'Relax, stud, I'm not gonna hurt ya.' I told him. 'I only
want to see that turd come out!' Standing at his side, I
reached around and held his cheeks open, prying them apart.
'NOW SHIT!' I ordered. I guess fear helped him do it, because
very soon his anus began to expand and a huge brown turd began
to protrude from his hole, sluggishly.
   "Oooh, that's a big one. My kid would sure love this! My
teenage boy likes to lick turds. I'd sure like to see his face
back here sucking this big turd outta your ass!"
   "H-he'd do that?!!" the guy gasped.
   "Better believe he would...he's a real shit-eater!"
   "Y-you gonna...you gonna do it too? You gonna lick it?"
   "Naw, I'm a looker. Like to see a guy shit!" That did it.
The guy suddenly relaxed and this big horse-turd came shootin
out of his asshole and plopped onto the tile with a SPLAT! I
pulled his hole further apart, and took a peek inside. "You got
any more in there, kid?"
   "Uh, maybe a little."
   "Well, go ahead...squeeze it out." I watched him flex his
asshole muscles in and out until a little shortie poked its
head out. With a sudden grunt, he dropped it down on top of the
pile on the floor. I held him that way. "Hand me some paper.
Just to show you I'm a right guy, I'll wipe your butthole for
ya."
   "Uh, I can do it, mister." Stud was more embarrassed at my
wiping his ass than he was taking his shit!
   "PAPER!" He pulled some off and handed it back to me. I'd
held his hole open so far, there really wasn't any on his
asslips. "Yeah, if my kid was here we wouldn't need any paper.
He'd lick it clean for you." I dug into his asshole and wiped
him clean.
   "Wow isn't that cute!" A voice came from overhead. It was
his friend already returned...or never left. He'd been standing
on the toilet seat in the next stall...watching.
   "JEFF! I...he...guy forced his way in...wanted to watch me
shit!'"
   "You sure gave him a good show, I'll say that!"
   I held up my hand. "Don't want no trouble, boys. I got what
I wanted. You can stand up now."
   "I...I can't."
   "Nonsense," I said, grabbing his slender hips and twisting
him around. He blushed furiously, and quickly bent to grab up
his pants and stuff his hard prick away. I grinned, but his
friend burst out laughing, making the kid stammer something
incoherent.
   "Don't sweat it, Dave. I know it don't make sense, but I
got a boner standing here watching the whole thing!"
   "Man, my boy would sure love to suck on that fucker, too!
He gives great head."
   "Yeah?" the friend, Jeff, smirked. "Betcha don't even have
a kid. You sure it isn't you that wants to lick dick but just
don't have the nerve? I've met cocksuckers like that. Say they
just wanna pump it for ya while you squirt...and all the time
they're lickin' their lips! Hell, mister, you don't hafta play
games. We'll both let you blow us if you want. Won't we,
Dave?" He climbed down and opened our door, then stood there
lewdly feeling his crotch for my benefit.
   I chuckled. "Save it, man. I wasn't bullshittin'. Got a 17-
year-old boy that's queerer a duck. Say," I looked at him, "you
gotta take a shit, too?"
   "Heh! Seems like you're taking all the action away from
your kid. Sure you don't wanna just fess up?"
   "Nope. Just thought I might talk you into coming over to
the house. Shit in Buddy's mouth and get your turd licked.
Hell, he might even eat it. But sure as fuck he'll give you
both fantastic blowjobs! It's not very far...'bout five
miles...what do you say?"
   Dave frowned and shook his head at Jeff. But his friend got
a smile on his face. "You on the level?"
   "Absolutely," I assured him.
   "Hmmm. If it doesn't work out like you say, you give your
word that the least we get is blowjobs...even if YOU have to do
it?"
   "Word of honor, guys. I'm so sure he'll be thrilled, I'll
even take the gamble of having to blow your pricks myself!"
   "OK. Come on, Dave. Bet it wouldn't be the first time for
you, would it, mister?" He looked at me with a crooked eyebrow.
   I smiled. "Call me Charlie. First time since I was 14,
anyway."
   He giggled. "Hey, I blew a guy when I was 14, too!"
   "JEFF!"
   "Aw, come on, buddy. Guess you're gonna tell me you never
put your lips on a guy's pecker in your whole life, right?"
   "Well...don't matter. I-I'm gonna pass. I gotta get home."
Jeff grinned and nodded at me. "How'd you get back so fast,
anyway?"
   "I remembered I had the stuff in the back all the time, so
I turned around. I came in just as I heard all the funny tall
about shitting. I really thought you were into something weird,
Davy, so I climbed up to get a peek. Come on, don't leave me
alone," he said with a touch of apprehension in his voice. Dave
shot him a quizzical glance.
   "Wish you'd come too, guy," I said, "but..." I fished out
my wallet and a business card. "Here, check the names and the
picture. Take my card. If you think I might do your buddy any
harm, this card'll get me caught damn fast, won't it? Oh,
here's a picture of Buddy."
   "Gee, sort of a good-looking kid. Hard to imagine him
licking a turd!"
   "Little fucker'll lick it all the way down his throat! I
oughta know. I shit in his mouth at least twice a week. Loves
his Daddy's poop! Only shit he's ever tasted, but I'm sure
he'll love yours."
   "I don't suppose..." Dave rubbed his still-hard cock.
   "Sorry, fella. You want that hot prick sucked, come with
us."
   "Dave went his own way, reluctantly, I think. But Jeff came
with me, after I promised to drive him back to his truck
afterwards. Just outside your room, I got Jeff to strip naked.
Then we snuck in. I whispered for him to bend his bare butt
over the end of the bed and just stay like that. Then I knelt
down beside your sleepy head.
   From there, I remembered. Dad woke me by tickling my nose.
He had the flashlight on, holding it down, giving just enough
light so I wouldn't be scared when I felt someone beside me in
the dark.
   "Hey, Shorty," he teased my nose again. I blinked, focused
my eyes, then shut them again and murmured, "Hi, Dad. Whadda
you want?"
   "Just wanted to ask you something, Buddy. You like eating
my hot turds, doncha?"
   "Sure, Dad. But not now, okay? I'm too tired." I thought it
was kinda strange that Dad would gasp when I said that. I was
so groggy I even thought it came from the other side of the
room.
   "If you had the chance, how'd you like a real sweet one out
of a hot college boy's asshole? Maybe a blond athlete with a
great pair of buns? Could you dig licking on a turd like that?"
   "Mmmmm. You make it sound yummy. Quit teasin' me." I curled
up.
   "Open your eyes, son. Follow my light. See if that might be
to your satisfaction."
   "Hunh?" I watched his beam go down the bed, and lifted
myself to see what he was up to. Suddenly, I gasped out loud.
The bright light had settled on a naked rump that was bent
over--just a grasp away! I blinked, repeatedly, trying to
figure out if I was looking at a huge poster or something. No.
It sure wasn't a poster! I could see those smooth buns
twitching and even make out the few soft, downy blond hairs
that ringed the pink anus. "WOW!" I cried out. "What...?"
   "That's Jeff, baby. Scoot right up there and give Jeff a
nice big kiss right on his butthole! He came here specially so
you could smell and lick his ass. He wants you to blow him. And
if you ask him real nice, he's willing to shit you out a steamy
turd!"
   "Gosh!" I stared, unbelieving. Naked, I crawled from the
sheets and made my way down. I went right up to it and stuck my
nose into his crack. He flinched, but didn't move far. He
didn't say a word. He had his hand on his big dick and was
playing with it while he listened to me making sniffing noises
as I smelled his warm anus. I was on my hands and knees with my
face pushed into his asscrack.
   "I'm gonna flip the light on, fellas, so we all can see,"
Dad said. I heard him lift the big mirror from the bureau and
set it on the floor. "Twist your head, Jeff. Watch the boy go
to work!" He held the mirror at an angle so Jeff could watch
whatever I did at his ass.
   His bottom was smooth and pretty, and I liked the way it
smelled. It was so pungent and moist, just like I imagined it
might be after he came off the athletic field. I pictured
myself on my knees in the locker room, waiting for him. Then,
right in front of his teammates, he'd walk right up to me and
drop his shorts and make me sniff his jockstrap. Then he'd turn
around and bend over--just like he was now--and order me to
lick his sweaty asshole! The images were getting to me, and I
even cried out, "OH, I WISH YOUR TEAMMATES WERE WATCHING!"
before I stuck out my tongue and licked!
   The guy seemed a bit nervous, constantly squinching his
asshole at my touch. I reached under and felt his big hanging
balls, and the end of his hard shaft--which he was stroking
himself. Dad kept quiet, but I could hear his belt as he
dropped his pants, and knew he was beating his meat while he
watched. Sure enough, I took a quick glance over there and saw
his big prick hanging over the top of the mirror. That devil.
He was making sure that the guy, Jeff, got a good look at his
prick while he stared into the mirror!
   I ran my finger over his squishy hole--between licks--
sticking it a little ways in...then trying to push my tongue in
there. Suddenly, Jeff pulled away and turned around. He lifted
my chin.
   "Damn! You're cuter than your picture, man. You, uh,
really want me to....shit!"
   I looked up at him, my lips moist. He was a doll! And I got
another good look at his big, hard prick. "Golly, you're
pretty!" I gasped. "Oh, yeah, I definitely want you to shit for
me! I wanna lick your turd and suck you off. But...let me get
down on the floor and lean back. I want to eat you out first!"
I slithered down and Jeff turned around again. Leaning my head
back on the edge of the bed, I grabbed hold of his creamy
buttocks and pulled them to my mouth.
   "OH! THANKS, DAD!" I cried, mashing my mouth to Jeff's anus
and trying to lick out the insides. He spread his legs further
apart, and squatted his ass down comfortably. He began to moan
as I smooched his luscious hole open. He was excited...and he
was helping. He was trying to get his asshole open as much as
possible. His heavy breathing told me he was getting extremely
turned on. Obviously, nothing like this had ever happened to
him, and he was going wild over it.
   "Oh! Jeez! I gotta...I gotta try shittin' now...or I'll
come all over the place!"
   He took his fist from his prick, and rested both hands onto
his knees, concentrating on taking a shit. He grunted, he
groaned, he even let out a mild little fart. But then I felt
him twist a little more and tell Dad to turn the mirror a
little ways forward.
   "Yeah, right there. Hold it...uh, hold it. I'm gonna shit!
Ooooh! GAWD, THAT'S FUCKING NASTY!" He gasped deeply and sent a
mouthful of shit between my open lips! The whole turd was out
of his asshole and in my mouth in a split second. It was small
and soft, but firm enough to stay in one piece. I layed my head
back, letting the turd bob up and down in my mouth. I was
working the back of my throat, furiously mashing it apart and
swallowing it! He was watching me do it. He'd turned around.
   Resting his knees against the bed on either side of my
head, he crouched down and breathlessly pounded his meat as he
excitedly watched me eat his turd. I was gobbling the delicious
stuff down, staring up at his big, looming prick. He was
beating the hell out of it, also getting off that I was
watching him masturbate. Just the way he was squirming and
hissing, I knew he planned on squirting in my face. Dad had put
the mirror aside and scrambled onto the bed--behind my head.
Suddenly, I had two stiff, dripping pricks above my face. Dad
pushed his fat knob right against Jeff's and they both worked
them around, playfully banging their wet knobs together!
   I was nearly finished. I gulped the last morsel down and
licked my quivering lips. Suddenly, Jeff aimed his prick down
and squirted huge torrents of sperm over my mouth! Dad let
loose, and shot all over Jeff's shaft. I was drinking cum all
over the place! Dad's load was dripping down Jeff's shaft. I
opened my mouth and took his prick in, catching his last few
spurts, and licking up Dad's at the same time. I let out a loud
groan of pleasure. Jeff looked down to see my prick spurting
wildly on its own. He grabbed hold of it and pumped me off. I
layed back, exhausted, thoroughly satisfied.
   The next thing I knew, they were gone. I wasn't sure how
long I'd layed there, but I'd obviously fallen asleep from the
exhausting pleasure. For a moment, I thought it might have been
just a dream. I cupped my hand to my mouth and smelled my
breath. Nope, no dream. I hopped back into bed, and fell asleep
while I cleaned my teeth!
   The scene with Rory was pretty much a repeat of my night
with Jeff--except for the awful smell. The drunken lout had
shit that could peel barnacles from a hull! It made me realize
the resilience of the human anus. Anything that could
repeatedly handle being coated with such toxic muck and still
manage to stay soft and mushy to the touch of a tongue without
being eaten away, had to be tough!
   I pried his anus open, licked around the insides, and
watched as it began to expand and open up. I could see the
round brown turd fill the empty darkness of his shit cavern and
slow ooze forward and come out of his hole and slide between my
lips. I felt like an outhouse was being emptied into my mouth.
The crapious stench didn't stop Dad from gleefully standing
there watching and jerking his prick. It didn't stop Rory from
drunkenly hissing filthy obscenities back at me. It didn't stop
my mindless prick from getting on the bone. And it didn't stop
me from gulping the sludge out of his gaping shithole!
   It was shortly after that, that Dad arranged his little
surprise with the plumbing. Boy, that hallucination with Rusty
standing in the doorway was sure vivid! Was it the sweet taste
of his turd that made me fantasize about him finding out about
me? It sure was a good thing that he slept soundly--what with
Dad dragging guys home for me. Oh, well, at least I'd gotten to
eat one of his tasty turds. We certainly couldn't pull that
toilet thing again. And I still had his smelly shorts to keep
me happy. It was probably my imagination, but they seemed to be
getting dirtier all the time! That was alright with me. I loved
laundry day. Between Rusty's skid marks, and the mess Dad
always left in his shorts, I had plenty to keep me busy while
the washtub filled with water.
   One Friday night, Dad invited me to join him and his poker
buddies...even though he knew I couldn't play well. Didn't
matter, he said, it was just so we could spend a fun time
together. Mostly, they were just drinking buddies he met at his
favorite bar. But they were friendly, and surprisingly, a
couple were younger than Dad. He slipped me a twenty for my
stake, but I soon lost nearly all of it. Two other guys were
out of the money within the first hour. But the beer was
flowing pretty good, and everybody was in good spirits. Dad and
Clint--the guy's apartment we were at--had won most of the
hands.
   "Shucks! You two are gonna be playin' with each other
pretty soon, and the rest of us are gonna have to sit around
and watch!" Vince said, chuckling at his double meaning.
   "Only way Clint and I are gonna play with each other," Dad
jested, "is if you're down there licking our big, juicy nuts,
Vince!"
   "Yeah, sure," he laughed. "Probably little peanuts! You
ever notice, Walt, how some guys always talk about how big
things are when they got them hidden away in their pants?"
   "Yeah," Walt agreed. "Like that biiiig fish they caught!"
He held his hands apart, slowly spreading them wider.
   "Hey, now you're getting to my dick size," Clint boasted.
   "You ever heard such blowhards?" Vince kidded.
   "Okay." Dad made a suggestion. "Since you three are the
ones out of dough...and you obviously still want to play...
let's raise the stakes and see just how big your balls are!
Strip poker with a twist, fellas?"
   "Hunh? What kind of twist?" Walt asked, suspiciously.
   "Yeah? And why the hell would a bunch of guys want to play
strip poker, anyway?" Vince smirked. "Unless...somebody's a
little queer?"
   Dad cut him short. "Unless nothing, asshole. Nobody's
queer...that's where the big stakes come in, see? We start from
scratch...everybody naked. The only things a guy has to gamble
with are his hands, his mouth, and his ass! The gamble is to
get worked on by the loser. Once in, though, a guy has to play
out his hand. Nobody drops out cause they're chicken. I'll
write out slips of paper with nasty things to do. I'll put 'em
in a hat and we'll draw before the hand. Whatever the act is,
the loser has to do it to the winner. Suck cock, lick balls,
get fucked...whatever. You guys got the balls for THIS?" The
men looked around at each other, skeptically.
   "Damn!" Vince cried, impressed. "That's...that's a hell of
a game. I don't know. Might be a kick to win, but...fuck! I
don't think I could handle losing. I...I wouldn't enjoy sucking
a guy's prick!"
   "That's the idea, stupid. You do it because you lost...not
because you'll enjoy it. You just do it anyway. Don't have the
balls for those stakes, hunh?"
   "I'm hornier'n hell tonight," Clint slapped his hand
down."I could really go for a blowjob...and I seem to be
winning good tonight. Count me in. I'll be a sport. With some
of the scutty cunts I've eaten out, how bad could a little
dicklick be? That's if I lose, of course," he said smugly.
   Walt protested. "Uh, Charlie, you forgettin' your kid's
here? Hell, we shouldn't even be talking like this."
   "Oh...yeah...did kinda forget." Dad sat back and pondered
the fact. I hadn't said a word during this turn of events. Now
I looked at him, probably with a little gleam in my eye. I
figured he was sitting there knowing the idea was making my
dick twitch in my pants. Probably what he had in mind the whole
time. Still, he was also putting himself on the line...unless
he had the cards marked! He took in a deep breath, and leaned
over the table toward me.
   "You heard the rules, Buddy. You got balls as big as your
old man or are ya gonna wimp out on us?"
   "Jeez, Charlie!" Walt lambasted him, taking a swig of his
beer. "Give him a break willya! He's just a kid."
   "Yeah, Walt, but he's MY kid. Buddy, you got the cajones
for this? Horny kid your age probably don't get many oppor-
tunities to get blown. These guys probably won't cry awfully
loud if they have to suck your tender, young prick. But how
about you? You gonna cry uncle if you hafta put your mouth on a
man's prick and suck it off?"
   I looked around at the men, making it obvious I was
surveying them with that thought in mind. I played it reluc-
tantly and got a frown on my face. Then, being youthfully
defiant, I said, "Dad, if you can gamble like that...SO CAN I!"
   "That's my boy!" Dad clapped his hands gleefully.
   "Of course," Clint make an observation, "I'll bet you two
haven't considered the fact that you might be 'winner' and
'loser' together."
   "Well," Vince suggested, "we could replay the hand if that
occurs."
   "Damn, never thought about that," Dad twisted his face.
"You got the balls, Buddy-boy?" He challenged me across the
table, to everyone's amazement.
   I gasped, as I felt I should, then leaned across to him,
and fairly startled the other guys. "Big enough! You think I'm
gonna pass up a chance to see you suck my prick? I'm in!"
   "Damn! This is gonna be a hell of a game!" Clint cried.
   "Yeah," Walt gulped. "Now I'm kinda glad Evan couldn't show
up tonight."
   "Cripes, yes," Vince agreed. "Can you imagine...?"
   "Not because of that, you idiot," Walt scowled. "You know
what they say about black guys being super hung. He'd probably
put us all to shame!"
   "Everybody in?" Clint asked. All heads nodded...
apprehension in their faces.
   "This I gotta see!" Walt chuckled.
   "The only thing you're gonna see is the crack of my ass!"
Dad chided him, starting to write out slips of paper.
   "GAWD...that too?" Walt gasped. "Licking ass?!"
   "Yep!" Dad grinned. "Everybody gets to write out two
suggestions each. Anything under the sun, alright? Just don't
write down something you're not willing to do yourself...cause
you just might have to!"
   Within a few minutes, we were all stripped naked and back
in our seats. We disrobed rather quickly so we could sit back
down! Still, it became a joke for us to peek under the table at
each guy's prick to see which one we'd prefer if we had to give
a blowjob.
   "One thing..." Dad suggested, "cocksucking isn't getting a
guy off. Let's say...sucking it for three minutes, and saving
the rest til the end of the game. We're gonna have to stay
horny to get through this. The exception is if a fuck is
picked. You get your dick up a guy's ass--you'd might as well
get your rocks off. As a matter of fact, let's save that...and
any extreme ones...for the final round when we raise the stakes
even higher!"
   From the first hand, it was apparent that 7-card stud had
never been so intense! Every card was anticipated, and remarked
upon. I wondered if--among his other nasty persuasions--Dad was
a card-shark. But when he dealt the first hand...he lost. With
a big showy 'good sport' attitude, he knelt before Clint and
licked the man's big, sweaty balls. Clint made sure to rub it
in.
   "This was your idea, Charlie," he spread his legs apart,
"now lap those hot nuts! Get 'em good and wet!"
   Dad looked up at him. "I'll slop 'em down, you prick. Just
so you get good 'n hot for when you suck my dick down your
throat!" He twisted his head and tongued the man's balls--
making my mouth water!
   Vince and Walt watched with enthusiasm. Dad had done a good
job of breaking the ice, and making it respectable to be a good
loser.
   Clint dealt the next hand. The wager: an asshole-licking!
Vince won. Walt lost. Getting up, gleefully, Vince presented
his bottom to his friend's scowling face. Hesitantly, Walt went
to his knees.
   "Uh, think I'll get a washcloth first." He started to get
up.
   "OH, NO!" Dad cried foul. "We all came to this as is. We
play the game...AS IS."
   "But..." Walt complained, "it...it smells!"
   "Of course it smells, you idiot, it's an ASSHOLE! Lick
it!" Dad ordered, in that playfully overbearing way of his.
   "Lick me, Walt. Jeez, it can't be that bad."
   "You haven't had your nose up here!" Walt chuckled.
   We all gathered around for a closer look, giving Walt some
needed encouragement to play by the rules. Shrugging, he
complied.
   "Mmmm," Vince moaned, enjoying the light licking his
asshole was getting. Nobody forced it, as long as his tongue
was touching skin.
   I dealt the next hand...and lost...with 3 queens! Walt had
a flush, and a flushed face...left over from licking Vince's
asshole. But now he got up flushed in anticipation. He was
going to get his dick sucked on for 3 minutes, and I was going
to do it. I'd show these guys what a good sport was! I got down
and grabbed his dick, working the last stiffness into it that
had begun earlier when he'd been doing his tonguework.
   "Aw, shit!" he gasped, when I squeezed it and put my mouth
over his fat knob. It wasn't a big cock, but it was nicely
thick. It was the first one I'd had in my hand since Dad's, and
I tried not to act too anxious--just determined to play fairly.
But after licking the sides and sucking his cock and taking it
deeply into my mouth, Clint had to remind me not to let him get
off...well before my 3 minutes were up. Walt would have just
let me continue...he was loving it!
   Acting embarassed, I quickly sat back down in my seat and
kept my head down. Vince patted me on the shoulder. "Good show,
kid. You got a lotta guts." Then he added, jokingly, "Hope I
get some of that!" I turned my head up and gave him a weak
smile. I hoped to give him some.
   Next up--a handjob. Dad stood up and banged his floppy
prick onto the table. Clint grabbed hold of it and worked it
into a boner. Smiling, mostly because he'd gotten off so easy,
he happily jerked Dad to a fierce erection.
   "Aw, fuck, man," Dad groaned. "You're quite a jackoff
artist. Pump that big meat, baby...yeah, tickle my balls,
too!" After a while, Dad warned him off. "Whew! Hold off, man.
Damn, I'll bet the Sixth Fleet misses you since you got out of
the Navy."
   Clint took his hands away. "Only the officer's bungholes.
And don't call me baby!" he laughed.
   "You kidding, Clint?" Walt asked.
   "Actually, no. Only guy I ever fooled with was a fag Lt.
Commander that loved getting his butthole plugged. He promised
me an upgrade if I kept his whory ass satisfied. Man, he loved
it shoved in to the hilt! Even got me so hot I'd reach around
and jack him off while I blasted up his ass. I gave him what he
wanted. Why not, he was a hot piece of ass. Dug tonguing my
hole out first, too. Man, I sure miss that! Maybe one of you
will get to remind me how much I miss it."
   All the action so far had put erections or near-erections
on all of us. Dad picked through the hat. "I think this one
would be best for the next hand. I don't know about you guys,
but I imagine we all gotta take a piss about now. This hand: a
mouthful of piss!"
   "Somebody put that in?!" Vince cried
   "Yep. And swallow it." Dad reminded them.
   Walt dealt a winning hand to the pisser...ME. And a losing
hand to...DAD! To be able to relax sufficiently, I stayed
seated. Dad went to get a towel for any runover.
   "Hmm. Kind of a double edge on this one. Gotta put my mouth
on cock!"
   "Whadda you know? Happened anyway," Vince remarked. "Father
and son. Daddy's gonna lick his boy's peepee...and drink his
pee!"
   "Yeah," Dad said, "but one thing I got over you guys. I
made this young body, so I don't feel hesitant about drinking
any fluids from his young prick. Since I have to, that is. Got
a prick like his Dad's, so it's kinda like drinking my own, in
a way. Ready to piss in your Dad's mouth, Buddy?"
   "Well, I've been pissed off at you before, Dad," I grinned,
"so it's gonna be fun to pay you back for not buying me that
bike I wanted so bad when I was 10!" I leaned back and held my
prick up. I could see that the other guys were rather surprised
at how casual we were about doing this. Dad got down and
grabbed it. He leaned over and put his mouth on my knob,
letting loose with a big smoochy sound.
   "Aw, hell. It ain't so bad. Almost wish I'd picked suckin'
him off. Hot cum would be better than recycled beer! At least,
I imagine."
   "Hmm, sounds like maybe you've tried it before," Clint
chided.
   "Well, like most of you, I probably scooped up gallons of
cum from my palm as a teenager. Ready, son?"
   I nodded, but feeling like I couldn't do it sitting, I
stood up and began to tickle my balls while Dad held my dick in
his mouth. After a couple of dribbles, I let loose like a
firehose! Mouth full and gurgling, Dad squeezed the base of my
dick, stopping the flow. He swallowed. Then I pushed forward,
slipping it between his lips again. I gave him another hot
splash.
   "Damn! I could get drunk on this!" Dad gasped.
   "Shit, you gonna drink it all, Charlie? Kid's probably got
a whole gallon to go yet." Vince remarked.
   "Hunh? Oh, no...of course not. Maybe one more gulp." He let
me fill his mouth again, then waved me toward the bathroom.
Instead, I pinched it myself until the desire subsided.
   "I think I'll save it. Maybe I'll win the next hand, too!"
I smiled.
   We went on like this for another hour. I got to lick
Clint's ass. Walt pissed in my mouth. Clint sucked Vince's
cock, my cock, and got his balls licked again--this time by
Vince. As inhibitions lessened, all pricks were finally staying
at high mast.
   Then I lost a hand and knelt to rim Dad. He knelt on the
chair and really stuck his ass out. The others got a real kick
out of seeing me slopping my tongue up and down his crack and
over his poochy anus.
   Standing around with hardons, they gasped when they saw me
spread his cheeks apart and dig my tongue up his rectum! My own
cock was obviously running over with pre-cum, and I was really
turned on. My butt-licking was getting to Dad, too, because he
didn't seem to have an intention of letting up. So I just kept
on.
   "Damn, that's hot!" Vince cried. "Seein' a kid down there
suckin' at his dad's ass!"
   "Freaky!" Walt agreed, unashamedly using his other hand to
help Clint stroke his big cock. Clint wasn't complaining.
   "Uh oh!" Dad moaned.
   "Whatsa matter, Charlie, boy gonna make you come?" Clint
chuckled.
   "Can't...can't stop it," Dad gasped.
   The others started laughing, until they realized that he
wasn't talking about holding back his orgasm. His big asshole
was spreading open, and a fat, dark turd was slowly emerging
from his hole! I just kept licking, hearing the other guys
going crazy.
   "GODDAM! Look at that?!!" Vince cried. "HE'S TAKING A
SHIT!"
   "FUCK, KID, AREN'T YOU GONNA STOP?!!" Walt yelled.
   "Charlie? What the hell are you doing?" Clint asked,
astonished.
   "C-can't help it, guys...I gotta shit!" Dad groaned.
   "Yeah, but the kid's not getting outta the way. HE'S
LICKIN' YOUR FUCKING TURD! HOLY SHIT!"
   "Yeah," Dad moaned, "boy loves his daddy's shit."
   "Mmmm...mmmm!" I twisted under to lick the other side. Then
I sat back and fondled Dad's butt. A thick 4 inches was
sticking out of his ass. It was so deliciously obscene looking!
Nobody complained about the smell, because it hadn't spread
much. I kept the juicy coating licked up so well, that I was
the only one who could smell Dad's turd. The others cried out
when they saw what I was going to do.
   "I don't believe this!" Walt gasped, gripping Clint's prick
so hard that the man had to make him release it. But at least
one of them was getting royally turned on by it all.
   "YEAH! DO IT, KID, DO IT!" Vince encouraged. "PUT YOUR
MOUTH OVER IT! OH, THAT'S SO FUCKING HOT! I ALWAYS WANTED TO
SHIT IN SOMEBODY'S MOUTH! SHIT IN HIS MOUTH, CHARLIE, SHIT IN
HIS MOUTH!"
   By then I'd taken about half of it into my mouth, and Dad
was shitting out more as I worked my lips around it. When I
heard Vince's admission, I pulled off and looked up at him
while I circled my fingers over Dad's hot turd as he dropped it
into my hand.
   "Come 'ere, Vince," I said. "Take a shit in my mouth." I
licked my lips salaciously--like a whorey shit-licker would! I
put Dad's turd under the chair.
   Vince gasped, and stood frozen. But when I smiled and
wiggled my fingers for him to approach, he nearly knocked the
other guys over in his excitement and determination not to let
this chance pass. He was soon standing in front of me,
breathless, then quickly turned and bent over. Immediately I
shoved my face into his ass and began to frantically lick his
asshole.
   For the other two, the shock of the first shitting had
evolved into a delirious perverseness. Not that they were
comfortable with the whole thing...but the excitement they were
feeling in their rampant, leaking pricks took over. Witnessing
my filthy, animalistic actions brought out their own hidden
baser desires. That's what Dad planned on, when he knew I
wouldn't be able to resist it. He knew I'd give them a good
show once I tasted his turd! He'd turned, and was now sitting
on the chair scooching his dirty asshole on the seat and
jacking his meat. Clint frowned when he saw his action.
   "Don't worry, Clint," Dad assured him, "Buddy'll lick it
all off!"
   "You don't mind he's doing this?" Clint asked, quickly
forgetting the chair. Dad smiled, and shook his head.
   "You're a big sexy stud, Clint," Dad looked at him
lecherously. "I'm not queer, but how 'bout I blow ya while you
shit for the kid? I could dig watching you shit a turd in the
boy's mouth!"
   "Hmmm, if I wasn't so fucking hot, I'd get into that right
now. What'd you do, turn this boy into a maniac?!"
   Dad laughed. "Not at all. He's a natural! Look for
yourself."
   Vince's turd was now stuffed in my mouth, and now Walt was
right down at my left--getting a close-up view. He looked
rather glassy-eyed, just staring at the incomprehensible sight
and stroking his meat.
   "Oh, I can feel your lips!" Vince moaned. "Damn. I always
wanted somebody to suck my shit!"
   "Glad you didn't do it when I had my mouth down there!"
Clint cried, remembering when he'd had to lick Vince's ass.
Secretly, he also remembered rather enjoying it. Putting his
mouth on another guy's asshole was something he'd never have
considered before this crazy game they'd played. But after
doing it, he kinda thought it wild and wicked! But this...this
was something beyond wild. This was really wicked! But one
thing about Clint...he didn't deny his prick. His prick said:
go ahead and do it--I need a good blowjob! "Whadda you say,
Walt?" he asked the kneeling, distracted, man.
   "Hunh?" he looked up. "This is so dirty! I wanna shit too.
You gonna let me do it, Buddy?" He asked his question while I
couldn't answer. He was so close he could have helped me licked
Vince's turd...and almost looked like he wanted to!
   I looked sideways at him, and nodded as best I could
without dislodging the column from Vince's asshole. Seeing that
he was in quite a daze, I put a hand up behind his neck and
tried to press him down to it. He jerked back slightly, and
gave me a strange, searching look. I winked at him and pressed
lightly again. This time he reluctantly allowed me to bring him
forward. I brought him within an inch of the turd in my mouth
and stopped. I could smell his panting beer-breath. Then in a
lightning flash--so nobody could see but me--his tongue snapped
lizard-like from his mouth and quickly took a lick! Then two
and three. Staring into my eyes, he furtively moved his tongue
around in his mouth--analyzing the taste. I saw him shoot his
eyeballs high to scan if the others could see him, then he
ducked his head and secretly winked at me. He moved to my ear.
   "Thanks. I love him," he whispered.
   "Tryin' that taste out down there, Walt?" Clint chuckled.
   Shocked that he'd been noticed, he quickly recovered.
"Yeah, so what? Don't seem so bad. Besides, he's my best
friend. Just wanted to see what it tastes like. Only guy I'd
ever do it to...you can count on that!" He was sounding
defensive, but not ashamed.
   "Well then," Clint continued, "why don't you take Buddy's
place and let Buddy lick your turd?"
   Walt gulped. "A-are you gonna do it?"
   "Do what? I'm not gonna lick a turd...but, yeah, I'm gonna
take a dump for the kid while Charlie gives me a blowjob.
Listen, guy. This is a fuckin' crazy night. You wanna lick the
guy's turd...tonight's the time to do it. I guess everything
we've done...and do tonight...is kinda off the record. You know
what I mean?"
   "Quick Walt!" Vince looked back over his shoulder. "Lick
that muther. I can't hold it there much longer! Go ahead, I
know you dig me...I've always known it. I could feel the way
you licked my asshole earlier, man. I could tell you wanted to.
Didn't mind your prick in my mouth, either!"
   The last statement gave Walt enormous courage. He put his
hand under the turd and eased it from Vince's rectum. The end
was as hard and rounded as the beginning--which was in my
mouth. I turned as we faced each other. I was sucking aft,
while Walt began to calmly lick his tongue here and there over
the stern. He wouldn't put it in his mouth, but he made no
bones about enjoying the strange experience.
   Clint was leaning against the table, while Dad kept hold of
his prick. Occasionally, Dad would dip down to take a lick on
his knob, keeping him primed for the idea of shitting.
   "Awww, Charlie, lick that dick! Oooh, you're such a
fuckin' tease! For a guy that says he's not queer, you sure
know how to wrap your lips around a knob and put a throb in a
boner!"
   "Comes from treating my own cock to years of pleasure," Dad
laughed. "Sure noticed how good you looked with a fat knob in
your mouth!"
   "Just playing the game, Charlie...just playing the game.
But you sure come up with some weird games, I'll say that!"
   "Aw, just thought the kid might like to suck some strange
cock, and maybe get to lick some ass. Kid loves assholes."
   "NO SHIT!" Clint laughed.
   "Yeah, shit or no shit...but especially with shit, hunh,
Buddy?!"
   "You got it, Dad! I'm gonna lick Walt's turd now. You
ready, Walt?"
   "Y-yeah, I'm ready. Is...is it alright if I lick your, uh,
asshole while I'm doin' it, Vince?"
   "Hey, why not? I gotta get it cleaned one way or another!"
he teased, bending over again. "Just kidding, guy. You wanna
suck my hole, be my guest! But play with my goodies while you
do it, OK?"
   "Sure. Can I give you a blowjob some time, Vince?"
   "Are you kidding? You can blow me tonight. Fuck it, man,
I'll even return the favor if you don't shoot in my mouth!"
   "Buddy doesn't seem all that interested in my turd,
Charlie," Clint said in amusement, but with a tinge of hurt.
   "Don't kid yourself. My boy'll not only lick the crunge
from your shit-tube, he'll probably EAT the damned thing!"
   "What? Eat it?" Clint was truly bewildered. Licking was one
thing.
   "Hell, yes. Kid loves eatin' turds. He eats mine, and I've
seen him eat others."
   "H-he EATS yours?!"
   "More often than not. Licks his brother's dirty shorts, and
even fished one of his turds outta the pot. He sure ate that
fucker!"
   A little nub was now sticking from Walt's anus, and I laved
my tongue over it. Meanwhile, Walt was licking at Vince's dirty
asshole. He seemed a hit hesitant. He'd take a lick, then pull
away and just stare at it. Then he'd push a bit more out for me
and stick his tongue back into his friend's asshole. He'd pull
away again. I couldn't tell if he didn't like it (hard to
imagine by the way he'd licked on the end of Vince's), or was
merely savoring the taste. But the third time he pushed his
tongue in there...he stayed. Then he began to pump out turds!
Or should I say nuggets? His shit was so hard and pre-formed
that when it came from his rectum it totally fell apart. I
gathered a couple in my mouth and sucked on them like little
candies, and could only watch as his shitting came in little
different-sized rocks that separated and fell to the floor. It
was raining shitnuggets! I swallowed the ones in my mouth, and
put my tongue out to catch another one. But they just bounced
off, until I put my mouth flush to his hole and smooched out a
nice sized turdlette for myself to suck.
   When he finished, I gave his hole a few cursory licks, then
turned to Clint. He was still getting his knob washed.
   "You look like you're getting good at that, Dad!" I chided.
He grabbed Clint's big cock at the base and wagged it around.
Then he screwed up his face as he stared at it.
   "Mmmm. Just keeping him warmed up for you, Buddy. But
damned if I couldn't get used to something like THIS! He gave
the fat knob a big smooch, then crouched down and lifted
Clint's legs up...causing him to lay back on the table. "Upsy
daisy, stud. Let's get those butch legs up in the air! Gawd,
I'd sure like to fuck that ass!"
   "Heh, betcha would!" Clint chuckled. "But something tells
me you'd fuck an old lady on her deathbed. Here, let me hold
'em back. It'll help me pull myself up so I can watch the
kid." Clint seemed anxious to do it...and no wonder, after all
he'd seen and felt already.
   Dad stood to the side, fondling Clint's big nuts, stroking
his cock, and peeking down to look at his asshole. I was
looking at his asshole, too. And I was licking my lips in
anticipation. I pulled a chair up and sat down, scooting it
close so I could just lean forward in comfort. "Time for
dessert!" I said, looking at Clint as lewdly as I could. "You
want me to eat it up, Clint?"
   "Y-you're the shit-eater, kid. It's up to you."
   "Then do it as slow and easy as you can," I directed. "I'll
eat it as it comes out. I'll eat your whole turd, Clint!"
   "Aww, fuck!" he cried. "1 can't believe this! Suck my hole,
kid. I love a mouth on my ass. Fuck me with your tongue! I've
give you the goodies...just SUCK IT!"
   For the next few minutes, the room was filled with the hot
slurping noises I made as I lewdly and unashamedly ate the man
out. He tried to keep his muscles tense. Not that he wanted
to...it was an automatic reaction for a straight stud to do
when his ass was being attacked by another guy. But I was no
longer a novice. Any man being held in this position--no matter
who, I realized--could easily be worked into a mass of putty by
my tongue manipulations! It didn't take long to overcome his
subconscious defenses. I soon had his large asshole gaping
open, and him back on the table moaning in delirious pleasure!
   "Gawd, kid! Nobody's every eaten my ass out like that.
Fuck, you got your tongue in so deep it feels like you're
tickling my gizzard!"
   "Boy's good, ain't he?" Dad gushed.
   "Good? Oh, man. The little prick's gonna suction the crap
right out of me!"
   "Well? Don't make him fight for it, then," Dad chuckled.
   "Oh, I'm not. Oh, I'm not fighting at all. Get your shit-
lickin' lips ready, Buddy, cause I'm fuckin' pushin'. Unnh!
Yeah. It's not even up to my asshole yet, and I feel you
lickin' on the end of it! Here. Ugh, ugh. Oooh, I can feel it
shootin' out! Mmmm. SUCK ON THAT YOU LITTLE SHIT!"
   You can believe I was. I had about two inches of his turd
in my mouth, and I was sucking on it like crazy! I was afraid
that he was going to just shit the whole thing right out, but
luckily he'd stalled it. That gave me some precious time to
calmly lick up the warm juices from it. And that heavenly,
cheesy flavor was the best I'd ever tasted from a turd. It
sparked my greediness and I began to bite from the end. To my
amazemeut, I found that Clint's exquisite rectal juices had
saturated his turd, causing the meat inside to fairly squish
hot oil as I buried my teeth into it. OH, SUCH FLAVOR! I'd
expected a nice, warm column of shit to happily devour. But
this was beyond shit-eating. This stuff was so yummy that I
didn't even feel nasty eating it. Mothers should serve this
stuff for breakfast! But right now, I was the lucky boy having
that tangy shit being forced into my mouth. I pulled Clint's
buttocks further apart, and let that hot, slimy thing slip
through my lips. As it entered, I worked the inside of my mouth
to mash it up--releasing the juices onto my tastebuds before
allowing it to be gulped down the back of my throat.
   I didn't know it--because I was in a heaven of my own--but
they were all watching me in quiet awe. Dad was licking Clint's
cock and holding his balls to the side so Clint could see. I
don't know how long his turd was...all I know is that he gave
me a massive, delicious meal...luscious enough to make me suck
into his hole when it seemed there was no more coming out. I
could have eaten his spicy shit steadily for hours!
   At the next poker game, the only cards we played were to
determine who was going to shit in my mouth first!


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