Date: Wed, 22 Nov 2000 23:09:31 -0500 (EST)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: Free To Lust (Part 3)

Disclaimer:

The following story contains graphic depictions of consenting sex
between men who engage in some activities that the reader may find
objectionable.  So, if incest, watersports and scat are offensive to you
and you are under the age of eighteen, LEAVE NOW!

Free To Lust
By Rim4you

Chapter Seven
"The Secret"

In the weeks that followed I went through periods of depression and
doubt.  Discovering what the real world was like at twenty-four wasn't
all that easy.  I had my good days and bad.  At times I wondered if I
made the right decision in leaving the Abbey, but then I'd look at my
brother wand his wonderful smile and that come hither look and all my
doubts melted in his warm embrace.

My skills as a cook landed me a job at the local country club.  As Dad
was a member, he pulled some strings and I got the job without much
effort on my part.

"Hi Mom!"

"Hello, Adam!  You're in a very cheerful mood this evening."

I had just gotten home from work and was all smiles.

"What's with you?"  Brad smirked.  "Got laid on your lunch break?"

"Brad!"  Mom gasped.

"Just teasing, Ma!  Jeez!  Lighten up.  I can tease my brother!"

"Guess what?"  I beamed with pride.

"What's going on?"  Dad asked, joining everyone in the kitchen.

"Adam's about to tell us how he got some chick knocked up over the stew
pot!"  Brad replied, choking with laughter.

"Brad!"  Mom said, banging her spatula against the pot of stew she was
preparing for our dinner, a little annoyed.

"I got a promotion today!"

"To what?  Head potato peeler?"  Brad chirped.

"That's enough out of you, young man!"  This time Mom was a bit
perturbed.

"Oh Ma!  I'm used to Brad's teasing.  If he wasn't teasing me than I'd
really get worried."

"What kind of promotion, Adam?"  Dad asked.

"The General Manager asked me to go into management as the assistant
manager is leaving!  I start training tomorrow morning.  No more
uniform!  Tomorrow I get to wear a tie!"

"That's great news son!  I'm proud of you!  Dave says you're a really
hard worker and have good working skills."  Dad said.

"That's wonderful!"  Mom added, sweetly.

"So!  Ice cream parlor Brad, what do you have to say?"

"Eat me!"  Brad replied, with a big grin on his face.

"One scoop or two, little brother?"

I walked up to Brad and whispered in his ear:

"How 'bout three scoops with alot of your fudge on 'em?"

Brad smiled with mischief.

"Ma!"

"What?"

"Adam's being nasty!"

Mom rolled her eyes with that "yeah right" look.  Not her sweet Adam.

"Why you little ..."

I grabbed my brother and wrestled him down on the floor, the two of us
laughing and hollering.  It wasn't until my leg caught the leg of a
chair and sent it across the room that Mom stompped her foot.

"John!"

"Boys!"  Dad barked.

"Yes, Dad?"  Brad and I replied, trying to choke down our laughter.

"Either take it outside or up to your rooms!"

Brad and I picked ourselves up.  I scooted the chair back to its
rightful place.

"Meet ya upstairs, Adam!"  Brad hollered.

"Be there in a sec!"  I replied.  Then I turned to Mom.

"Well, at least I didn't break anything, Mom!"

"Oh!  You and your brother get ready for dinner in about forty-five
minutes."  She said, pacified with the kiss on the cheek I'd given her
before making a dash out of the kitchen and upstairs.

"What did I tell you, dear?"  Dad said, putting his arms around Mom.
"We've got two teenage boys in the house!"

I ran upstairs to Brad's room.  I opened the door, walked in and locked
it behind me.  Brad was slipping out of his jeans, bent over.

"Ah man!"

"Want something, big brother?"  Brad said, looking back over his
shoulder at me.

"Do I ever!  You have got the hottest ass I've ever seen in my life,
Brad!  I wan it bad!"

"I've kept it just the way you like it too, Adam!  Nice and smelly!"

"Fuck!"  I moaned, leaning against the door and gropping myself.

Brad swivled his ass and slid his hand down the back of his briefs.
Removing his hand he held his finger under his nose and took a deep
whiff.

"Oh yeah!  Even I like that!"

"I need you, Brad!"

"We don't have much time, Adam!  Dinner will be ready soon.  But I need
to talk to you about something."

"Fuck!  Not even a quickie?"

"We might have time for that!"  Brad remarked, straightening himself up
and sitting on his bed sniffing his finger.

I sat next to him and together we sniffed his fragrant finger.

"What did you want to talk about, Brad?"  I asked, as our lips met.  As
we kissed, I drew my brother into my arms and pulled him down on the
bed.  He ground his hard cock against mine as our mouths hungrily
sought each other's tongue.

"It's about Dad."  Brad moaned.

"What about him?  I moaned back, my hands roaming freely over Brad's
body.

Brad broke our kiss and lay back on the pillows.  I turned on my side
and gently caressed his nipples.  He looked deeply into my eyes.

"Brad."  I whispered, softly.  "You're not saying anthing."

Brad took in a deep breath and sighed.

"This happend about two years ago, Adam.  Uncle Rich was here for a
visit.  Mom was off for the eveninig with her friends from the Altar
Society.  Dad and Uncle Rich were down in the basement shooting pool.  I
was here in my room.  They were drinking and somewhat noisy but having a
good time."

Brad grinned.

"After awhile, I noticed that things got kinda quiet so I tiptoed down
to the basement.  As I approached the door it was slightly ajar and I
could hear these smacking sounds followed by moans.  The overhead light
was off.  Only the lamp in the corner of the room was on."

"So!"  I said.

Brad's grin broadened.

"Dad and Uncle Rich were naked, Adam!  They were buck ass naked!"

"What?"  I gasped.

"Yep!  As the day they were born!  Dad was bent over the pooltable and
Uncle Rich was standing beside him with a belt in his hand spanking
Dad's ass!"

"You're joking aren't you, Brad?"

"Nope!  I'm not.  It get's better."

"Dad?  Uncle Rich?"

"Yep!"

"Uncle Rich's dick was rock hard and Dad's cock was pushed between his
legs and I could see that he had a boner too!  Each time that the strap
met his ass, Dad would yelp and cry out 'more! more!'  And Uncle Rich
would beat his ass some more."

"They didn't notice you, Brad?"

"Hell no!  They were so into what they were doing, I could have sat
there with the door wide open."

"What did you do?"

"I watched and jacked on my cock!  It turned me on, Adam!  Seeing Dad
and Uncle Rich doing that turned me the fuck on!"

"Then what happened?"

"Uncle Rich dropped the belt and knelt behind Dad's ass and started to
eat Dad's ass out.  Dad really went wild then.  He raised one leg onto
the pooltable so his ass would be spread real wide."

"Does Dad have a nice ass, Brad?"

"Fuck!  You'd love it, Adam!  It's real hairy and sti ..."

"Stink!  How would you know that?  Are you trying to tell me that you
and Dad ...?

Brad looked deeply into my bulging eyes.

"Uh-huh!  And Uncle Rich too!"

"The three of you?"

"Yeah!"

"For how long?"

"I told you, Adam.  It happened about two years ago.  That very same
night.  When it got to the point when Uncle Rich started fucking Dad ...
well ... uh ... I kinda lost it and fell forward and the door flew open
and there I was with my pants yanked down and my dick as hard as ever!"

"Did they get mad at you?"

"Uh!  Mad?  Nope.  Surprised?  Yeah, big time!  I can still see the look
on their faces.  Uncle Rich pulled his cock outta Dad's ass and it was
covered in shit!

"Did they say anything to you?  Yell at you or something?"

"Well, Dad just looked at me and said something like 'if ya wanna join
us, close the fuckin' door!'"


"So what did you do?"  I said, slipping my hand inside my brother's
briefs and feeling his hard shaft.

"I stood up and took off my clothes, stepped into the room and closed
the door.  The next thing I knew Uncle Rich was on the pootable and I
was between his legs sucking on his shitty cock and Dad was fucking me.
Before the night was over I had been fucked by both men and I loved it,
Adam!"

"Does Dad still fuck you?"  I asked.

"Yes, he does, Adam!  I fuck him too.  We enjoy having dirty sex.  Piss
and shit ... uh ... the whole nine yards."

I fell back onto the pillow beside Brad.  I felt thunderstruck by what
my brother had told me.

"Are you upset, Adam?  Don't hate Dad, I don't!"

"No!  No!  It's not that, Brad!  It's just ... fuck!  How do I explain
it?  Brad!  Dad has always turned me on!"

"He has?"

"Yes!  I've always admired his body!"

"He works out at the gym at the country club three nights a week you
know."  Brad responded.

"Yeah!  He's done that for years and he still looks great!  Just as I
always remembered him and ..."

I laid my head on Brad's chest.  He ran his fingers through my hair
which was rapidly growing back!

"And what?" he whispered.

"Lusted, Brad!  I've always lusted for
him!"


"Adam?  Can I tell you something else?"

"You can tell me anything, Brad!"

"The night before you came home, Dad slipped into my room and we had
sex.  As he was fucking me he said, 'I wonder what it would be like to
fuck your brother?'"

"He did?"

"Yes, Adam!  He ... we want you too!  The three of us, together!"

"Adam!  Brad!"  Mom's voice rang out,  "Dinner's ready!"

"We'll be right down, Ma!"  Brad shouted.

"Does Dad know that you and I have fooled around, Brad?"

"Yes.  He does, Adam."  Brad replied, grasping the doorknob in his hand.

I wrapped my hand around my brother's.

"Does he really want me, Brad?"

Brad looked at me.  His blue eyes were so tender and his expression
filled with sincerity.

"He wants you.  I want you!  I want you all the time, Adam!  Now you
know our secret."

During dinner, I kept glancing back and forth between my brother and my
Dad.

Chapter Eight
"Fun and Games"

The week that followed  saw me on pins and needles.  My new position at
work.  What Brad had told me and I couldn't keep my eyes off of my Dad!
Each night I would slip into Brad's room, or he in mine, only to wake up
the next morning in each other's arms.  Brad and I had become
inseperable.

On Wednesday night thngs changed.

"I've got to go, John!  She's my sister and she needs me!"

Mom was almost hysterical after the phone call that her sister was in
the hospital and on life support.

"I'll book you a flight on the next plane to San Diego, Maria."  Dad
said, trying to calm Mom down.  "Go get a suitcase packed while I make
the call."

Mom flew past me up the stairs as I was coming down.  Brad was coming
out of the kitchen with a bag of potato chips in his hand, munching
away.

"Mom?  What's wrong?"

She didn't answer.  She just shook her head and continued up the stairs,
crying.

"Dad!"  I shouted.  "What's going on?"

As Brad and I met Dad at the bottom of the staircase he filled us in on
why Mom was so upset.

"Aunt Clare?"  Brad asked, in amazement.  "But she's as strong as an
ox!"

"You are going too, Dad, aren't you?"  I asked.

"I can't get away right now, Adam.  I've got a big contract coming up
tomorrow and I can't postpone."

"John!  Did you get me a flight?"  Mom hollered.

"Yes!  It leaves at eight-thirty.  That gives you two hours!"

"Thank God!"

Brand and I ran upstairs.  We helped her get her things together.
Before long, Dad was ushering Mom out the door as they headed for the
airport.

The next two days were tense ones but by Friday we all breathed a sigh
of relief.  Aunt Clare had been moved out of ICU with signs of
improvement.

"That calls for a drink!"  Dad said, hanging up the phone with Mom.

Dad reached for his favorite bottle of scotch and poured the three of us
a drink.  Then another and another.  The music from the stereo became a
little louder as the three of us relaxed.

As Dad became more and more jovial I kept my eyes on him.  I observed
each time he crossed the room and bent over to slip a new CD into the
stereo, his ass so firmly encased in his tight jeans.  I was becoming
more and more aroused.

Brad sat there with his jeans unzipped and his legs spread wide,
invitingly.

The forth scotch loosend me up.  As Dad bent over to unlace his
sneakers, Brad winked at me and nodded towards Dad.
I got up from the sofa, next to Brad, and crossed the room to where Dad
was.  My heart was pounding in my chest, my cock throbbing within my
shorts.

His ass was just to inviting.  Too sensuous to pass up.  I approached
him from behind and ran my hands over his full, muscular, melon butt.

"Found something you like there, Adam?"  he said, looking back at me
with a familiar glimmer in his eyes.

"Yes!"  I groaned, feeling up my Dad's ass and grinding my crotch
against him.

The sound I heard next was his zipper being tugged down.

"Pull his fuckin' pants down, Adam!"

I looked back to see Brad, his cock in his hand stroking away.

"Show me his ass!  I know that's what you fuckin' wanna see too!"

Dad offered no resistance as I hooked my fingers onto his jeans and slid
them down revealing his creamy white butt.  I gasped at the sight and
sunk to my knees.

"You like that, Adam?"  Dad asked, in a husky voice.  "Like what you
see?"

"Yeah!  Fuck yes!"  I moaned.

"Smell it, Adam!  Smell his ass!"  Brad hissed, standing up and yanking
his jeans off.

I pulled my father's mounds apart and brought my face closer and closer
to his spread butt and sniffed.

"Fuck!"  I groaned, as the pungent aroma of Dad's ass swirled up my
nostrils.

Pulling his t-shirt off and tossing it aside, Brad approached me, naked.
His cock bobbed up and down as he grasped the back of my head and pushed
it forward.

"Smell that dirty, stinkin' ass, Adam!"

My face made contact.  Dad's hairy cleft was sweaty and moist to the
touch.  As I took a deep breath, his foul stench  seemed to seep into
every core or my being.  His butt smelled so rank, so putrid! Yet I was
getting off on its ripe aroma!.  My cock responded by swelling to life,
jerking wildly.  I reached down between my legs and yanked my dick free.

As I stroked my cock I buried my face deeper into my Dad's hairy trench
until my nose was against his warm pucker.  I sighed as I breathed his
noxious, intoxicating fumes.

"Oh yeah, fucker!"  Dad moaned, grinding his asshole upon my sniffing
nose.  "Smell my fuckin'  dirty shithole!  Smell my fuckin' asshole,
Adam!"

"Give him your stink, Dad!"  Brad shouted.
"Make him worship your fuckin' raunchy butt!"

"You heard your brother, boy!  Worship my motherfuckin' stink, slimey
ass!"

I had to taste what was smelling, what was arousing me so completely.  I
opened my mouth and began lapping hungrily at my Dad's funky, ripe
asshole!

"That's it, son!"  Dad hissed, "Eat my ass!  Eat my stinkin' ass!"

"Brad!"  Dad shouted.  "Get your fuckin' asswipin' tongue down there
with your brothers'!  I wanna feel both of your tongues lickin' on my
dirty ass!"

Brad dropped to his knees beside me and together our tongues swirled
around our Dad's nasty hole.  Together, my brother and I, licked and
probed our father's  reeking butthole.

"Fuckin' feels so good!"  Dad shouted.  "I got myself two of the
nastiest motherfuckin' bitches suckin' at my dirty hole!  Eat my ass,
boys!  Eat my stinkin' ass!"

As Brad and I contnued to lap at our Dad's raunchy hole, he farted.  It
was a juicy, wet fart.  I felt something splatter against my tongue and
lips.  Brad and I lunged forward at this tasty treat!  Each of us trying
to capture Dad's gift to us.

"How's that, you fuckin' pigs?"  Dad shouted.

"More!  More!"  I gasped, slurping away.

"You want more, Adam?"

"Yes!  Please!"  I begged.  "I want your shit, Dad!  Brad and I want
your shit!"

"And my ass is packed with shit for the two of you!"

Brad tugged at me, gently.

"We gotta set things up, Adam."

"Huh?"

"Get the plastic out."

Relunctly I pulled away from Dad's ass.  I was panting with lust.

Dad poured himself another drink as Brad and I prepared the room.  We
pulled the furniture back and laid down sheets of plastic  Dad through a
log into the fireplace and snapped off the lights.  The flames flickered
casting shadows around the room.  Dad scurried off for a moment and
returned with three bottles of poppers.  I hadn't done poppers in years!
Dad and I stripped off our clothes.  Naked the three of us settled down
and sipped our drinks.  The mood.  The heat building up between us
again.

Dad propped himself up against the hearth of the fireplace.  He spread
his legs and his mammoth cock jutted upward.  I slid towards it,
crawling upon my stomach towards the instrument, from which, his
ejaculated seed had created me.

Approaching his manhood, standing so erect and tall, I traced my tongue
up and down his shaft as he moaned at each flicker of my tongue,

"Suck my cock, Adam!  Suck it!"

I wrapped my lips around my Dad's mushroom head and sucked it deep into
my mouth.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!"  he moaned, as my head bobbed up and down.

Brad was not to be left out, as he sprawled between my outstreatched
legs and buried his face in my ass and ate ... and ate ... and ate!

"Eat his ass, Brad!  Eat Adam's ass while he sucks my cock!  Fuck!  You
boys look so good.  Does your brother's ass stink?"

"Yes!"  Brad gasped.  "Fuck!  His ass
stinks so good!

"Smell it!  Eat it, Brad!"  Dad groaned, pinching his nipples.

Brad buried his face deep into my ass.  As he did so, Dad held the
bottle of poppers under my nose and I took a deep snort.
I felt that rush of exhliration.

I could feel my brother's tongue lapping, probing at my shithole.  I
groaned out loud as a wet, slimey fart escaped my hole and Brad's tongue
became more persistent.  I gave a slight push and in an instant I could
feel a turd sliding out of my asshole onto Brad's face!

At the same moment I felt a gush of something warm and liquidy in my
mouth.  As I was taking a shit, Dad was pissing down my throat!  His
warm nectar filled my mouth as my warm, filthy, stinking slop filled
Brad's open, hungry oriface!

"Yeah!"  Dad bellowed.  "Take my piss!  Take your brother's shit!"

As Brad's mouth filled with my shit, he pushed it back out.  Reaching up
with his hands he began to rub it, smear my stinking waste all over my
uptrned ass.

It felt so warm!  So pasty as its pungent aroma filled the air!

"Fuck!"  Dad cried out, "I smell shit!"

"See shit, Dad!"  Brad groaned, as he raised his head to reveal his
brown smeared face to our Dad.

"That's fuckin' hot, son!  Seein' and smellin' your brother's shit on
your fuckiin' face!"

"Eat my shit, Brad!"  I hissed, between spurts of Dad's piss in my
mouth.  "Eat it!"

Dad scooted himsels lower and raised his legs us.  Instinctively I too
raised my body upwards  my shity ass in the air.

"Fuck me, Brad!"  I cried.  "Fuck my filthy ass!"

Brad drew himself up and lunged himself forward sinking his cock deep
withing me.

"Fuckin' bitch!"  I yelled, feeling his hard, rough penetration.

"Gonna fuck your shitty ass!"  Brad screamed, spewing shit from his
mouth onto my back which Dad swept up with his hand and rubbed onto his
hairy chest.

"Fuck him, Brad!  Fuck him dirty!"  Dad hollered.

As I worked my mouth towards Dad's asshole, Brad slammed his cock deep
into mine.

"Fuck me, Brad!  Fuck me!"  I squealed with delight as my mouth found
Dad's anal ring and I sucked hard.

"Oh yeah!  Suck on that mancunt, Adam!  Suck the fuckin' shit outta me!"

My ass was being raped savagely by my brother as my mouth waited in
anticipation for what I knew would soon fill my mouth!  Shit.  Dad's
stinking, filthy shit!

As Dad's shitty palm swept over his face, he grunted and in an instant
my mouth was being packed with shit!  My father's shit!

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!"  I groaned, as I bucked my ass back to receive Brad's
deep penetrations while at the same time Dad grunted and ground his
shitting asshole onto my face.

Dad reached down to grab onto and stroke his rock hard cock.  Up and
down his hand flew and he squeezed more turd into my mouth!

"Take it you motherfuckin' shit eating fag!
Feel Brad's cock up your raunchy ass  while your eat out my shitty ass!"

"Fuck!  Fuck!"  Brad screamed.  "I'm gonna fuckin' shoot!"


"Cum up your brother's dirty, stinkin' shithole!"  Dad yelled back.
"Cum up Adam's ass!"

As Brad took one final, massive plunge up my raunchy hole,  my tongue
sunk as deep as it could up Dad's shitty asshole.  At the same time that
Brad was spewing his fuck cream deep within me, Dad's cock was sending a
geyser of cum flying high into the air!

"Fuck!  Fuck!  Aaaaaahhhhhh shit!"  The two groaned as their spooge went
flying.
One load filling my shitty ass.  The other creamy load spurtting high in
the air and landing on my face.

"Give it to me!"  I screamed.  "Brad!  Dad! Fuckin' bathe me i your shit
and cum!"

Without touching myself, my cock erupted sending ropes of my seed onto
the floor.

The stink.  The filth.  Shit, piss and cum was all around me.  On me!  I
collapsed between Dad's legs.  Quivering.  Convulsing.  Trembling.  My
whole body shook with the pleasure these two men had given me.

How much more could I endure?

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