Date: Sat, 19 Sep 2009 12:17:20 +1200
From: Robert Hanlen <strayf.hanlen@gmail.com>
Subject: Family Values (Incest, Watersports)

The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is
entirely coincidental. If male-to-male sexual scenes offend you, then you
should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years old,
the laws in most areas state that you're just too young to read filth like
this.

StrayF
Strayf.hanlen@gmail.com


Family Values


When I was 17 I got a summer job working in the Mackenzie National Park.
It mainly involved clearing debris from trails, a bit of planting, clearing
rubbish, a bit a basic tree and bush trimming when required. I enjoyed the
work - it gave me a chance to be outdoors where I always felt at home.

I usually worked just in shorts and boots but on the frequent times when I
was I assigned to clear trails by myself, I often stripped off my shorts as
well. The trails would generally be closed to the public anyway while work
was being done on them so I spent many happy hours naked with just my hard
dick and a bladder full of piss for company.

I'd discovered the taboo thrill of pissing on myself a few years before.
For some reason it gave me a huge buzz to feel that hot piss drenching my
skin, soaking into my hair, not to mention drinking it, recycling my own
waste.

Out there in the bush I would take frequent breaks to jerk off and indulge
in my piss games. I was always able to wash off the smell of my piss in a
stream or river so there was never any real chance of anybody discovering
what I was up to.

Until ...

There was this one day when I'd been assigned to work in a small team of
four planting flowers and trimming bushes in a more formal picnic area of
the park. Because this was a very popular, family-orientated part of the
park I naturally kept my shorts on ... and the fucking supervisor told me
to keep my shirt on as well.

"Don't want all those teenage girls getting damp from staring at you
parading your bod around the place," he chuckled, giving me a wink.

I wasn't even able to sneak off for a wank, let alone shower myself with
piss, so I was feeling particularly horny by the time it came to knock off
work.

I jumped into my jeep, pulled off my t-shirt, slipped my shorts off, and
drove out of the park towards home.

My cock was rock-solid in my tight briefs.

I preferred to wear underwear that was too tight for me. I loved the way my
cock stood out in them, forming a tight, fat sausage. The fabric would also
ride up my arse crack during the day ... The briefs I was wearing that day
were about two years old, and I'd done a fair bit of growing in that time
so they were very tight, thin and threadbare in places. They barely
contained my raging hard-on.

Because I'd had no release all day the constant leaking from my cockhead
had formed a nice circular stain.  I started dripping again, oozing precum,
re-wetting the tight material.

Along with the precum stains there was a perceptible yellow tinge.  I
always made sure to stuff my cock back just a little too soon after
pissing, depositing the last few drops into my briefs.  The feel of the wet
material just increased my horniness...

I gave my crotch a quick grope and forced out a little of the piss that was
building in my bladder.  I'd been holding it back for the last few hours to
the point where it was now almost excruciating.  I had plans for that piss
though...

As I drove along the quiet country roads leading out of the park, I let a
little more of my pent up piss flow into my stained underwear.  Little by
little I released enough to soak the material, making it transparent.
Releasing this small amount, however had my bladder screaming at me that it
needed some release so I grabbed the empty water bottle on the seat next to
me and, pulling the waistband below my balls, bent my stiffening prick down
into the bottle's opening.  With a sigh of relief I happily pissed out
about a cup of urine before clamping down and resealing the bottle.

I took a generous swig of my hot bladder brew, savouring the salty flavour.

"Ah, best drink in the world," I sighed aloud, my own words fuelling my
horniness. "Love my fucking piss."

Honestly, I couldn't decide whether I preferred drinking piss or bathing in
it ... so I always aimed to appease both of these perverted tastes.

I left my cock sticking out of the top of my briefs.  It was now stiff and
throbbing and had started to drool out a thin stream of precum.  I gathered
some up on two fingers and stuffed them in my mouth, sucking the slime.

"Mmmmmm.  I love cum almost as much as piss..."  I declared.

I decided that I couldn't wait to get home to relieve my horniness.
Besides, my older brother was home from varsity and I could never tell when
he was going to be there. If he or my Dad were home I'd have to wait to
relieve the tension in my nuts until much later at night.

I stopped at a nearby rest-stop and then hiked through the woods a short
way to an open spot overlooking the coast. I knew from experience that this
spot was always deserted so I could lay down in the grass and jack off. I'd
never been caught but the possibility of it turned me on even more.

As I reached the spot I stripped off completely, including my work-boots,
savouring the late afternoon sun on my naked body, the caress of a gentle
sea breeze. I brought one boot up to my face and planted it over my nose
and mouth, breathing in my own smells as I lay down in the grass and
gripped my dick.

The pressure on my nearly-full bladder was still intense and it wasn't long
before that familiar golden stream was splashing all over my body. I tossed
the boot aside, still high from its intoxicating stench, rolled up on to my
shoulders and aimed that flow of piss directly at my mouth, lapping that
piss, sucking it up, swallowing. Fuck, it felt good!

As my piss flow dribbled to a stop I start slamming my fist up and down on
my hardening dick, my other hand tickling my tight puckered arsehole. My
pent-up sexual tension demanded that I got off as quickly as possible and
it wasn't long before my balls erupted and my cock started spewing out
volley after volley of hot steaming jism all over my face and chest.

Once the orgasm had subsided and my breathing returned to normal, I put on
my boots, briefs and shorts and, satisfied for now, headed back to my jeep,
letting the piss and cum dry on my body. I planned to drive down to the
coast and have a quick swim in the ocean to erase the smell from my body
before heading home.

Once I reached the rest-stop, however, I realised my plans might have to
change. Dad's Landrover was parked next to my jeep. Dad was leaning against
the drivers door and talking to Matt, my older brother, who was perched on
the passenger side of my jeep.

My hair was wet with piss. My body reeked of piss. But there was nothing I
could do - as soon as I saw them, they saw me ...

"Gidday," I said, desperately trying to think of a way to explain
this. "Just stopped for a piss."

My father obviously hadn't smelled me yet and greeted me with a friendly
grin.

"We were heading back home after giving Steve Etheridge a hand," he
explained, "saw your jeep and thought we'd ask what you wanted to eat
tonight. We're gonna go to the supermarket before home."

I breathed a sigh of relief. If I could get rid of them quickly, I could
head back home and have a shower before they got back from the supermarket
- they'd never suspect me of my pissing games ...

"What IS this?" asked Matt. "Some sorta new e-drink?"

Horrified, I noticed that Matt was drinking from my water bottle -
containing the remains of my piss ...

Before this got any weirder I made a dash for my jeep and started the
engine saying, as cheerily as possible, "Sure, Dad, thanks. Anything'd be
fine. How about pizza?"

I thought I'd got away with it until Matt calmly swung himself into the
passenger seat of my jeep.

"It's okay, Dad," he said. "I'll go with Scotty. You go to the supermarket
and I'll get us some beers from the booze shop. See y'at home."

"Good-o," said Dad, getting back into the Landrover.

I resignedly put the jeep in gear and rolled out of the rest-stop with Dad
following us.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Matt drain the water bottle of the rest
of my piss. I couldn't resist smirking ... if he only knew what he was
really drinking! He stowed the empty bottle under the seat and leaned back
comfortably, one arm leaning out the window.

"How was work?" he asked.

Matt knew all about the job - he'd worked at the same park for four
consecutive summers while getting his degree at varsity.

"Sucked," I said. "Planting and trimming."

"Oooh," he laughed. "Lucked out, bro. Suckiest job of the lot. Much better
doin' trail clearing."

We drove in silence for a while. At least the wind was drying my hair and
stopping the smell from reaching Matt's nose ...

"So," he said after a minute or so, "how long have you been pissing on
yourself?"

Everything inside me wanted to slam on the brakes, to drive off the cliff,
to hit the secret 'Ultra Bomb' button .... But I remained calm and kept my
eyes glued to the road.

"Fuck off, Matt," I responded, evenly. "I don't piss on myself."

"Back at that rest-stop?" he said, "I could smell you a fucking mile
off. Your hair was wet with it. You either got a sheep to piss on you back
there or you did the job yourself."

"It's just sweat, okay?" I replied, frantically.

"Then how d'y'get all that sweat into a water-bottle?" he asked.

I tore my gaze from the road and looked quickly over at him. He was leaning
against the door with one leg hooked up on the seat and rubbing his crotch,
leering at me.

"Think your big brother doesn't know what piss tastes like? Huh?" he said.

I focussed on my driving while I took this all in. I'd been caught out by
own brother ... who had knowingly drunk my piss. The jig, it seemed, was
up.

"Shit," I said.

Matt laughed and leaned across to me, throwing one arm around my shoulders.

"Don't worry, little bro," he laughed. "I've drinkin' my own piss since I
was thirteen! No big deal ..."

Somehow, this admission was ever more of a shock to me. I thought that my
piss games were my own dirty little secret but my brother ...?

"Hey," he said, still with his arm around my shoulder. "Fuck the booze
shop, I stocked the fridge with beer this morning. While Dad's at the
supermarket, let's stop off just before Dunleith's Junction and have a
smoke. I got some primo shit from Hamilton."

Matt and I had never shared much before. There was a four year age
difference between me and him so I got all his cast-offs but we never
shared together. When I got excited about 'Postman Pat', he was into
X-box. By the time I was into X-box he'd left for varsity.

But here we were, parked up in my jeep sharing a joint that was blowing the
top of my head off.

"So if you knew it was piss in that water bottle," I asked, "why did you
drink it?"

Matt laughed. "'Cause I knew it would scare the shit out of you. Either
that or turn you on. And I'm not about to deny my little bro a cheap
thrill. Besides," he added, flicking away the burnt out butt, "seems to me
you owe me. C'mon."

I watched as Matt threw himself out of the jeep and headed into the bush.

"Where are y'going?" I asked.

"Hurry up," he replied, grinning back at me. "I gotta take a wicked
piss. Wanna help?"

I had no idea what he had in mind but I wasn't one to miss an opportunity
when it presented itself. I leapt out of the jeep and ran after him,
joining up with him a small way into the bush.

"Okay," he said, "this is far enough from the road. Kneel down?"

"What the fuck for?" I hissed. "What are y'gonna do?"

"I'm gonna piss on you, bro," he replied, laughing.

A shiver ran through me. I wasn't sure if it was shock, thrill, revulsion
or what the fuck I was feeling.

"Aw, shit, Matt!" I said.

"Look," he said calmly, still grinning. "I've already drunk your piss and
you still reek of your own so what's the diff? C'mon, little bro, take my
piss ..."

He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. I went
down tentatively but instantly felt my dick getting hard inside my shorts
as Matt unzipped his fly and hefted out his dick, giving the half-hard
hooded beast a couple of slow strokes.

"Here it comes, baby bro!" he groaned.

Before I could even think about it a strong blast of piss roared from his
dick and exploded on my bare chest, splashing into my face. My heart
pounded as I gave in to the sheer thrill of the moment. Fuck!

I loved pissing on myself but I'd never even considered what it might be
like to have someone else piss on me ... But I liked it!

Matt re-aimed his flow up my chest, across my face and into my hair. I
lapped at the stream as it passed my mouth, tasting my brother's
bitter-salt piss.

"Fuck," crooned Matt. "Yeah ... You are a little piss pig ... Lap up your
big brother's piss ... Fuckin' rivers of piss all over you ... Fuckin' hot,
bro ..."

Matt's piss soaked my body, splashing off the top of my head, flowing down
my face, shoulders, chest, back, soaking my shorts. I released my own dick
and started frantically jacking off, revelling in the moment, and threw my
head back, opened my mouth and started swallowing mouthfuls of my big
brother's piss.

"Aaaw, yeah!" groaned Matt. "Fuckin' drink my piss, little bro! Drown in
your brother's fuckin piss! Aaaaaw, shit, yeah!"

As Matt's flow slowed I started desperately lapping as the arch
dropped. Before I knew what the fuck I was doing, I had the head of his
dick in my mouth, greedily swallowing the last of his dying flow direct
from the source. Matt grabbed me by the ears and slammed his half-hard dick
down my throat.

"Fuckin' swallow my dick, bro! Fuck!" he moaned. "Take my fuckin' piss
straight down your throat! Yeeeeah!"

His flow finally stopped and he ripped his dick out of my throat,
frantically fisting his dick.

"Pump yer dick, bro," he hissed. "I'm gonna blow real soon and I want you
to cum too ..."

I hadn't stopped pumping my dick but now, as I got an eye level view of
Matt's fist flashing up-and-down on that mammoth dick of his, I pumped away
all the harder soon bringing myself to the brink.

"Aaaaw, fuck! Shit! Here it is! Fucking cumin', bro!" he bellowed.

Mere inches from my face, his dick erupted with a torrent of cum! It
splattered on my cheek, my brow, my lips. I eagerly lapped at the flying
missiles, swiping my tongue at any pools of jizz that lay within licking
distance.

Matt grunted as his orgasm subsided, gripping his meat, squeezing out the
last drops of jizz. As I leant in to lick off those last remaining jewels
from my big brother's dick, my own dick exploded, sending more cum flying
everywhere as I shuddered, jerked and moaned.

Matt leaned down and, placing his hands beneath my armpits, raised me to my
feet. We were both panting but Matt was still grinning as he leant his
forehead against mine, exhausted.

"Fuck ..." he panted. "That was goooood."

Before I could agree he placed his hands on either side of my head and
started licking his cum off my face.

I groaned my approval and he started licking, lapping, slurping lower,
catching the splashes of cum from my own orgasm that had landed on my chest
until he ending by gently suckling the last few drops from the head of my
dick.

He stood straight again and gripped me by the arms.

"You taste of cum and piss," he said, grinning again. "I think you and me
are gonna have a good summer, little bro."

************************

As we emerged from the bush, heading back to my jeep, Matt had his arm
nonchalantly thrown round my shoulders but I drew up short when I saw Dad's
landrover once again parked beside my jeep.

"What's wrong?" said Matt, feeling me tense up. "It's just Dad. Probably
saw your jeep on the way back from the supermarket. It's cool."

"Matt," I hissed, anxiously, "I reek of piss again! My hair and shorts are
soaked! He's gonna know!"

Dad stuck his head out the window of the landrover and waved at us.

"Stop for another piss?"

"Er, yeah," I replied, unsteadily as Matt propelled me forward.

As we approached, Dad eased himself out of the landrover and leaned with
his back against the closed door, hands in his pants pockets.

"Yep," he said. "Saw your jeep parked up here and figured I needed a piss
too. Who wants it?"

Matt's arm slipped from my shoulder, down my back and, as he whooped with
joy, he swatted me on the butt.

"Hell, yeah!" he yelped running towards Dad and kneeling in front of him,
tugging at Dad's fly. "C'mon, y'don't wanna miss this!"

As I watched, my mouth gaping open in shock, Matt hauled out Dad's cock and
Dad immediately started pissing all over him.

Matt threw his head back and groaned.

"Aaaw, yeah, Dad! Sluice me down! Fuckin-A!"

Dad grinned at my shocked expression.

"It's all right, Scotty," he said. "Matt and I have been sharing piss since
he was 17. I caught him pissing down his own throat in the bath and it's
been all go since then. We wanted to include you in our games but I thought
it only fair that we wait until you turned 17."

Dad's piss flow had stopped and Matt, totally drenched, sat on the ground
at Dad's feet, one arm clutching Dad's leg.

"We knew you were into your own piss," said Matt, grinning at me. "We both
looked for the signs. I even licked your piss from the bath after one of
your little sessions. And I knew you'd love the forestry job just as much
as I had. Plenty of space to piss whenever you want."

"Come on, Scotty," said Dad, beckoning me forward. "I haven't finished yet
... got just enough for two thirsty pig boys to enjoy together."

I moved like an automaton towards my Dad and my big brother, totally beyond
reasonable questioning. I knelt in front of my Dad.

"Good boy," he said calmly. "Now, take the head in your mouth and get ready
to swallow."

I opened my mouth wide and let that fat cockhead settle on the tongue,
clamping my lips around the head. Matt knelt up again and shoved his face
into Dad's crotch, sucking and slurping on his hairy bullnuts. Dad's cock
seemed to explode with a tidal wave of hot, salty, bitter manpiss and I
fought to swallow every drop, eager to please my Dad with my newly
discovered talent.

Matt brought his mouth up towards mine and together we used our lips and
tongues to fight for the right to take Dad's piss. We swapped that piss
between us, sharing the prize and wallowing in the knowledge that we were
both nasty little piss pigs for our own Dad.

As the contents of Dad's bladder eventually drained completely I continued
to suckle on his thick meat as it grew harder and harder in my mouth. Matt
ducked behind Dad and started licking, lapping sucking on his hairy
arsehole.

"Yeah, that's my boys," groaned Dad. "Swallow Daddy's fuckin' cock, Scotty,
c'mon, get that thing down your throat ... Aw, shit, yeah! Bury that tongue
deep, Matt, dig for gold, boy ..."

As I struggled, coughing, gagging and gasping, to wedge Dad's massive
manmeat down my throat, I noticed Matt was pounding his own dick while he
buried his tongue up Dad's arse.

"Aaw, fuck," groaned Dad, "gettin' close ... don't you waste those loads,
boys ... Daddy wants to eat too!"

I gave my own rock-hard dick about five strokes before I exploded, trying
to catch as much of my wild load as possible. Dad's own dick swelled in my
throat and I felt his cum pouring straight down my throat as he bellowed in
triumph.

As his orgasm subsided, Dad slumped to his knees in exhaustion and I saw
Matt bring his hand up to Dad's face. Matt had obviously caught his own
load in his hand because Dad started lapping the spooge from his son's
hand. I brought my own hand up to Dad's face and he grabbed my wrist and
smeared my cum all over his face. Matt and I both leaned forward and
gratefully licked the mess of Dad's face as he laughed and threw his arms
around our shoulders.

"We'd better get home," he chuckled. "We've got us some beers to drink ..."



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