Date: Sun, 2 Jul 2000 17:54:44 -0400 (EDT)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: HOT FOR UNCLE JEFF (Part 2)

Disclaimer:

The following story contains themes of incest, watersports and scat.  If
you are under the age of eighteen or find these topics offensive, stop
here.

HOT FOR UNCLE JEFF (Part 2)
By Rim4you

Chapter 1

After having seen the encounter Uncle Jeff had between his brother,
Jason,  who was my Dad, I began to withdraw.  I guess I was trying to
sort things out in my head.

The next couple of days were rather silent ones for me, keeping to
myself.

"What's wrong with Squirt?"  I overheard my Mom asking my Dad and Uncle
Jeff one morning.  "He seems so distant these past few days.  Maybe one
of you ought to talk to him."

"Ah, it's probably just a teen-age phase," Dad answered.  "You know how
kids get to that certain age and want their privacy ... their space.
He'll be okay."

"I wonder if Uncle Jeff discussed the fact with Dad that I had seen what
they were doing in the shower stall?"  I thought to myself.  "I wonder
if Dad knows I saw him doing all kinds of nasty things with Uncle Jeff?"

In the end I rationalized that probably, and most likely, Uncle Jeff
kept my presence in the garage to himself.

"Are you about ready dear?"  Dad hollered from the family room.  "We've
got a plane to catch you know."

"I'm coming. I'm coming," Mom hastily replied, grabbing her purse
issuing last minute "motherly concerns" to Uncle Jeff.

"Now remember Jeffery ..." I heard Mom's voice giving him a ton of
instructions.  What they were I tuned out.

"The boys are more than old enough to look after themselves for a couple
of days!"  Dad quirked.  "Jeffery's twenty-four for God's sake and
Squirt, at sixteen, he can hold his own."

"I'm just worried," Mom persisted.

Jeff put his arm around his sister-in-law, gave her a kiss on the cheek
and assured her that everything would be just fine.

"Squirt and I are going to have a swell time.  Parties, booze, drugs and
junk food!" Jeff laughed.

"Oh Jeffery!" Mom hollered back.

"The boy's just teasing," Dad responded, eager to get to the airport.

As I sauntered up to the door next to Uncle Jeff to say good-bye to my
folks I noticed my Dad wink at his brother.  Jeff responded by winking
back and nodding his head.

"What's that supposed to mean?"  I wondered to myself.  "Ah fuck ...
quit trying to rationalize everything."

Chapter 2

"Geez!" I said to Uncle Jeff as the car pulled out of sight, "it's a
wonder Mom didn't call Grandma over to babysit us!"

As I turned to go back into the family room my eyes glanced upwards into
the piercing green eyes of Uncle Jeff.  Eyes that could melt anyone in a
heartbeat.

"Are you okay Squirt?"  Uncle Jeff asked timidly.  "Wanna talk about
what's been bothering you these past couple of days?"

"Mom didn't put you up to this did she Uncle Jeff?"

"No Squirt," he replied putting his hand on my shoulder and giving it a
reassuring squeeze.  "You know you can talk to me about anything.  Hell,
I know what it's like to be sixteen trying to sort stuff out.  Stuff
that you've seen or experienced but don't quite know how to put it all
together."

Uncle Jeff knew he was walking on thin ice now.  In a round about way I
gathered that it was he who really wanted to talk.  To test my ground as
to what I had witnessed in the garage a couple days earlier.

In fact I did want to talk to him about it but was too embarassed about
how to approach him to discuss what I had seen transpire between he and
my Dad.  Now that he was taking the lead I'd let him.

Uncle Jeff pulled away from me and headed for the kitchen.

"I blew it," I thought to myself.  "He was, I was ready to talk and now?
How am I going to bring the subject up?"

"Wanna beer?"  I heard him holler out.

"Can I?  Yeah, sure,"   I anxiously replied.

Uncle Jeff returned with two cold bottles of Icehouse.  Handing me one
he said:

"Don't tell your Ma I'm letting you drink or I'm in deep shit Squirt."

"Deep shit," I thought again to myself.  "Yep!  That's what I saw the
two of you doing the other day!"  I began to laugh.

"What's so funny?"  Uncle Jeff asked.

"Ah nothing," I replied.  "Just something stupid I thought ... like Dad
shittin' his pants if he knew you were letting me drink beer."

Uncle Jeff smiled.  "He's the one who bought us the case of beer.  Of
course unknown to your Mom.  You know how she gets about drinking.  He
said for us to have a good time.  Just keep the house clean."

Uncle Jeff stood up to get himself another beer.  I started laughing
again thinking to myself, "now that's an understatement.  Using the
words clean and deep shit after what I'd seen you doing?"

"Geez Squirt," Uncle Jeff remarked as he sat down opposite me on the
floor.  He sat with his legs tucked under him and slightly spread apart
resting the mounds of his full butt on his heals.  "That beer couldn't
have hit you already.  Did it?"

My laughing stopped.  My eyes riveted and consumed the man before me.
He was absolutely beautiful.  A fine sculpture, each curve of his body
molded to perfection.  I couldn't help but look down at his crotch to
admire the buldge he had there too.

I could see the outline of his cock confined within the tight fitting
cut offs he was wearing.  The mound to the side of his cock and
underneath was full.  His big balls accentuated his prize package.

I guess he saw me staring but said nothing.  In an instant I snapped out
of my lustful gaze.  Sheepishly turning my head I asked:

"Can I have another beer?"

"Sure Squirt.  It's our weekend.  You can have whatever you want."

I got up and headed for the kitchen.  As I past him, Uncle Jeff gave me
a swat on the butt.

"Get drunk if you want Squirt.  I'll take care of you!"

My hand trembled as I twisted off the cap to the beer bottle.  My heart
was pounding in my chest.  My crotch was stirring.  Here it was.  This
beautiful man in the next room exuding sensouality, raw manly heat.  And
I knew that I wanted him.  But how to go about having him.

I returned to the family room.  Uncle Jeff had put on some music and had
taken off his shirt.  A quick glance revealed he'd tossed it on the sofa
next to him.  He had even changed his position.  This time lying on his
side, his hands thumping the floor to the beat of the music.

The sight of this half naked man, the Adonis of my fantasies, got the
better of me and I reacted.  But at sixteen, growing pains and clutzy as
hell, the beer bottle slipped out of my hand landing on the carpeted
floor spilling its contents.

Uncle Jeff responded quickly righting the bottle, looking up at me, than
grabbing his shirt to sop up the beer.

"Jeepers Squirt,"  he laughed, "remember we gotta keep the house clean
or we'll be in deep shit.  If ya wanna make a mess we'll have to go
outside."

Remnants of his words ran through my mind.  Deep shit.  Clean.  And now
the word "mess."

"Sorry Uncle," I apologized.  "Let me get a towel."

"It's okay," he replied.  "This old shirt did the trick.  He looked up
at me and added:
" ... and by the way, you don't have to always call me 'uncle.'  Jeffery
will do just fine."

"Okay," I said, "but I thought you preferred Jeff to Jeffery."

"I do Squirt but you're family and I guess to the family I'll always be
Jeffery.  Does this mean I have to stop calling you Squirt as your name
is Marc?"

"No Jeffery.  I'll always be Squirt to you."

The ice was melting.  I was feeling more relaxed.

Chapter 3

"Jeffery,"  I began, positioning myself in a similar fashion as he on
the floor, "can I ask you something?"

My voice was steady and sincere.  Jeffery cocked his head, his long
brown hair swirled over his shoulder, those piercing green eyes of his
searching mine.

"What's bothering you Squirt?"  His voice was soft and gentle.

Lowering my head I said, "you and Dad ... I mean the other day in the
shower stall ... are you, is Dad, gay?  I know it was wrong of me to spy
on you guys like that but my Dad.  Jeffery, he's Marine Corps all the
way.  You know ... Semper Fi and all that.  I worshipped the ground he
walked on.  I adored him.  And next to Dad there's nobody in the whole
world I love more than you Jeffery."

"I'm all mixed up inside Jeffery.  It's like Dad fell off the pedestal I
put him on.  Help me Jeffery.  Help me to understand."

I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes.  Jeffery sensed my emotion
and too saw my tears slowly begin to trickle down my face.

Slowly.  Gently.  He raised his hand up towards my face tenderly cupping
my chin in the palm of his hand and ever so lightly, with his thumb,
swept away the tears my eyes spilled.

He turned my tear stained face towards his.  His beautiful green eyes
could not erase what he was feeling inside.  His eyes were all
tenderness.

Thats one thing about Jeffery.  He could never lie with a straight face.
One only had to look deep into his eyes.  His eyes spoke volumes.

"Squirt," Jeffery began, "your Dad, my brother Jason, is the most
wonderful, loving caring man in the whole world.  He is a man in every
sense of the word.  Don't ever stop loving him or adoring him in the way
that you do."

"Look at all he's done for me,"  Jeffery continued.  "He took me in when
I was a fucked up kid headed for trouble and gave me for the very first
time in my life a home, a family, and more precious to me, a kid
brother.  Remember how I'd always have to 'look after Squirt?'  That was
your Mom and Dad's way of trying to teach me some kind of
responsibility."

Jeffery calling me his 'kid brother' set off another stream of tears.
He let me cry not taking his hand from my face.

"Your Dad is not gay Squirt, if that's what's bothering you.  He and I
... well, we love each other in a special way.  He always took me under
his wing and I guess it was his example of doing that for me that turned
me around to being close to you."

"As for myself.  Yeah.  I'm gay Squirt.  Are you disappointed?"

I shook my head indicating that I understood what he was saying and that
I wasn't disappointed.

My tears began to cease.  I reached for the bottle of beer and took a
swig.  I was feeling as though a weight were being lifted off my
shoulders.  I began to understand that Jeffery idolized my Dad in much
the same way that I did but that did not deminish the respect Jeffery
had for his brother.

But there was more I needed to unload.  More answers to questions.

"I guess I owe Mom and Dad, and you too Jeffery, an apology for the way
I've been so distant lately."

"No.  You don't owe us any apologies,"  Jeffery whispered.  "We felt
something was troubling you and that you were trying to work it out on
your own."

"Can I have another beer?"  I asked timidly.

"Of course you can,"  Jeffery nodded.  "I need another one too.  I'll
get 'em."

With that Jeffery heaved himself up from the floor and headed towards
the kitchen.
I took the opportunity to sit up, lean against the sofa and picked up
his shirt to wipe the tears from my face.

The shirt smelled of beer.  But there was another scent.  Not a cologne
scent because I knew Jeffery disliked cologne.  Rather a musky aroma.
The aroma of perspiration.  The aroma of Jeffery.  I inhaled deeply this
scent.  It stirred me.  It aroused me.  Hearing his footsteps I quickly
put the shirt down.

"Here ya go l'il brother,"  Jeffery said handing me the beer.  "If this
keeps up we'll have to make a beer run before we get to wasted to drive!
Thank God you can drive too!"  Jeffery laughed.

He sat down beside me and patted my knee.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay but there's more.  You won't tell Mom and Dad will you?
I mean what I tell you Jeffery especially since they're all worried and
all about me?"

"Nope.  It's just you and me kido."

"Well," I continued, "you know how I idolize Dad like he's my hero and
stuff?"

"Yeah," came the response.

"Well Jeffery, I feel that same way about you too.  I mean when I saw
you in the shower stall with Dad and what you were doing with him I got
... well ... uh"

"Hurt? Angry?"  Jeffery inquired.

I took another deep swig of beer.  Although I was only on my second
beer, at sixteen and not used to drinking, I could feel a little
light-headedness come over me and this feeling of relaxation.

"Nope," I replied, hanging my head thankful that my long wavy hair could
conceal my face.  "Well.  Kind of.  Sort of.  But mostly I was jealous."

There.  I'd said it.  Spilled the beans.  Now I was either going to be
accepted or rejected.

I took another deep swig from the bottle.  Jeffery likewise did the
same.

"I thought you hated me for what you saw us doing,"  Jeffery responded
after a moment of silence.  "Jealous?"

"I could never hate you Jeffery.  I love you.  I was jealous because I
wanted that other man to be me!  When I saw that you were with Dad, I
broke up.  I fell apart.  I had no idea until towards the end that you
were playing with Dad.  And Jeffery,"  I stammered, "I'm gay too.  I'm
attracted to guys.  I'm attracted to you!  Fuck!  I'm a mixed up kid."

Jeffery put his beer down and turning towards me put his arms around me.
He pressed me close to him.

"Ah Squirt," he murmered, "I didn't know you had these feelings.  I got
it all mixed up.  I thought you were angry with me.  I didn't know you
realized who I was playing around with and now I can understand your
distance. I hurt you. But me Squirt?
What do you see in me?  I'm brawny.  Yeah, but so are you.  I don't have
the smarts that you have.  I'll never be or achieve what you will.  I'm
no prize."

Gazing in his eyes I fumbled for the words.  "Your're beautiful
Jeffery."

Chapter 4

His green eyes locked unto my deep blue eyes.  Slowly.  Cautiously.
Jeffery lowered his head towards mine.  His lips brushed mine lightly
like a feather fluttering in the wind.  Once.  Twice I felt this gentle
caress.  Then our lips met and we kissed.  Our mouths instinctively
parted and our tongues flicked each others'.

Jeffery pulled me towards him even closer and I responded by equally
drawing him closer to me.  We kisssed passionately, deeply.

I released one hand from the hold I had on him and traced my fingers
over his hairy chest.  I found his nipple and squeezed gently.
Jeffery's body heaved upwards and he moaned in the kiss we still shared.

"Fuck!" he whispered into my open mouth, "you're getting me hot Squirt!"

I responded by encircling my lips around his tongue and sucking; my
fingers tugging gently at his nipple.

His body heaved all the more.  Every muscle tensing.  His heels digging
into the carpet.

When our kiss broke a thin line of spit dripped from the corner of his
mouth.  I flicked my tounge to capture it; savor its taste.

We both reached for our bottles of beer and drank deeply.

Chapter 5

"Excuse me Squirt,"  Jeffery began the conversation again, "but I gotta
take a piss ... all the beer."

"Jeffery," I almost moaned.

"Yeah," he replied.

"Piss on me!"

"Squirt!"  he responded.  A litle taken aback by my straightforwardness
I suppose.  But I was lost in a world of lustful teen-age arousal and
perhaps the beer too.

"I want your piss Jeffery,"  I moaned as he stood up and I drew myself
to my knees, my mouth positioning itself inched from his crotch.

I could see that the buldge in his crotch had become more defined.  His
dick was rock hard and straining to be released from the tight confines
of his cut offs.

Jeffery reached down and squeezed his throbbing manhood.

"Not here Squirt," he said, looking down on me kneeling before him,
"remember we have to keep the house clean!"

I stood up, gazed deeply into his haunting eyes and said, "let's go out
to the garage."

"The shower stall Squirt?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure you wanna do this?"

"Yes I'm sure or else I'm gonna go to our room and jack off."

"No!  Don't do that Squirt."

"Will you piss on me Jeffery?"

"I'll do anything you fuckin' want Squirt.  Fuck!  You've got me so
fuckin' hot!"

"Anything?"

"Yes I promise.  Anything you want."

With that I took Jeffery's hand in mine and took him towards the door
leading to the garage.

Chapter 6

I led him towards the shower stall.  I entered the stall and squated
down on my haunches with my back against the wall.  I didn't remove an
article of clothing.  I was still dressed in my tank top, jogging shorts
and sneakers.  Leaning back against the wall I reached down between my
legs and began squeezing my throbbing teen-age cock.

"Fuck!  That's so hot," Jeffery muttered as he stepped into the shower
stall groping the massive buldge between his legs.

I gazed up towards his towering, muscular figure.  Our eyes met and
locked.

"Spit on me first," my voice heavy with lust.

"What the ..."

"Yeah, you heard me.  Spit on me!"  My voice demanded surprising myself.

Jeffery swallowed hard followed by a low gutteral sound in his throat,
He hocked up and let fly a wad of spit that landed on my forehead.  It
began its slimy trail downwards between my eyes.

"Again,"  I moaned.

Jeffery hocked up another wad of spit and let it fly onto my face.  This
time landing on my nose.

I reached up with my hand and began smearing his spit all over my face.
It produced an aroma which excited me.

"Fuckin' gettin' off on this aren't you li'l brother?"  Jeffery's voice
became husky.

"Shit yeah,"  I moaned, squeezing my throbbing cock with one hand;
smearing Jeffery's spit with the other.

"Want my hot fuckin' piss?"

I nodded my head vigorously, lost in my lustful thoughts.

"I haven't pissed all day,"  Jeff hollered, "bound to be fuckin' strong
and rank Squirt."

"Piss on me please Jeffery,"  I pleaded.  Almost begging.  My hand
swirling over my face with Jeffery's spit.

Jeffery unzipped his cut-offs and with one swift motion yanked his
shorts down.  His massive rod of sex bobbed up and down upon release.

He took a couple of steps forward and leaned his weight upon his right
arm against the back wall of the shower stall, his left hand grasped his
veiny cock.  Stroking it.  Pointing it downwards towards me.

"Are you sure you want my fuckin' man piss Squirt," he hollered.

"Yes," I responded, my eyes gazing upwards into his confirming my
desire.

"Piss on me Jeffery!"

With that, Jeffery let loose.  First a few spurts flew out of his piss
slit.  Then as he relaxed the spurts became a trickle until finally the
trickle became a gushing stream of hot, rancid Jeff piss!

I thrashed my head from side to side as the warm liquid splashed across
my face.  Every now and then a stream of Jeffery's piss would find its
way into my open, gaping mouth.  Yes.  The taste was strong and had a
totally different aroma than Jeffery's spit had.  But I welcomed this
new flavor and scent with lust.

I raised my arm upwards to claw at the wall behind me and Jeffery aimed
his piss stream, now in full force, to my armpit, saturating my youthful
pit hairs.  I bowed my head towards my piss soaked armpit and sniffed
and tried to swirl my tongue into that wet, rancid pit.

In that process of getting my tongue to my armpit, my long hair met
Jeffery's stream of piss and got saturated.  I was able to satisfy my
desire by getting locks of my hair into my mouth and slurping the piss
off of my hair.

I was in a frenzy.  Rank piss splashed over my face, splattering onto my
tank top and running in rivulets down towards my jogging shorts.

"Fuckin' enjoyin' this aren't you pig?"  Jeffery yelled.

"Fuck yes!"  I bellowed back.

Jeffery stepped forward as his piss stream began to deminish and
deposited the last wet flow from his cock into my open mouth.

"Yeah that's it,"  Jeff said tossing his head back, "drink stinkin'
Jeffery piss!"

My head tilted back to receive his pissing cock.  My mouth filled with
his rank, golden nectar and I swallowed.

I gagged.

"You okay Squirt," Jeffery gasped.

"Yeah," I moaned, "fuckin' good piss man."

I was soaked.  Surprised at myself.  I looked down at my throbbing cock
restrained in my jogging shorts.  Then a feeling came over me.  A
release.  Not of cum.  God no!  I wanted this scene with Uncle Jeff to
last.

Rather a feeling of wet warmth.  My cock jerked and convulsed followed
by a trickle, a spurt, then a gush erupting through my shorts,  I looked
down.  I was pissing.

A golden liquid was saturating the front of my jogging shorts and
dripping onto the tiles of the shower stall floor.

Jeffery looked down.  In one swoop he dropped to his knees and impaled
his mouth around my pissing cock confined within my shorts.  He sucked
and slurped greedily, swallowing and swallowing all my teen-age cock had
to offer.

When I had finished pissing.  He bolted up to his haunches.  He leaned
back and smiled.  His mouth was wet.  Then he lowered his head towards
mine.

"Kiss me Squirt," he uttered.

Our lips met, parted and opened.  Our tongues swirled within the cavity
of our wet mouths, sucking hungrily.  Exchanging the flavor or each
others' piss.

Chapter 7

"Take your clothes off Squirt,"  Jeffery whispered as we broke our kiss.
"I want to see you naked and hard."

I stood up and began pulling off the wet, piss drenched clothes.  Naked,
I leaned against the wall of the shower stall slowly stroking my young,
throbbing cock.

"Fuck!" Jeffery gasped, seeing my hard dick for the first time.
"Your're absolutely fuckin' gorgeous li'l brother!"

"You like my big cock," I responded with self assurance.

"Yes," came his response.

"It must run in the family,"  I gasped, stroking my wet, pissy cock.

"Do you think Dad would like it?"  I ventured.

Jeffery shot his glance upwards towards me.  Our eyes met.  Those eyes
that couldn't betray an inner thought.

"Yes," Jeffery replied.

"Would he suck my cock?"

"Yes Squirt, he would.  Hell!  I want to suck your big cock!"

With that Jeffery made a move towards my cock.  His mouth open.  I
pushed him back.  He looked up at me puzzled.

"You won't let me suck your dick Squirt?  That's not fair!"

Jeffery got up.  Turned and proceeded to walk away.  I grabbed his hand
and pulled him back towards me.

"It's not what your're thinking Jeffery."

"Well, what is it then?  I want you Squirt."

"Watch!"  I hollered.

I grasped my dick tightly within my hand so that I could make it as hard
as I could.  Leaning back against the wall, I arched my uppper body
forward and downward.  In an instant my mouth opened and I engulfed the
head of my cock into my slobbering mouth.  I sucked and tongued my piss
slit.

"Fuck!"  Jeffery responded, "I cant' even do that!  Fuckin' shit!  You
don't need me Squirt!"

I realesed my sucking mouth from my cock and gazed into Jeffery's eyes.

"Yes!  I need you Jeffery.  I want us to suck my cock together!"

Jeffery dropped to his knees and within moments our mouths encircled the
head of my dick.  Our tongues lapping the pre-cum oozing from my piss
slit.  It was wonderful sharing my cock with Jeffery in this intimate
way.

He responded by wildly beating on his dick.  Suck for suck matching his
stroke for stroke.

"I'm getting close man,"  Jeffery moaned.

"Not yet Jeffery,"  pushing him off of my throbbing dick.  "I want this
to last."

"Fuck Squirt, what are you doing to me?"

"Teasing you," I responded.

"Yeah.  And you're doing a fuckin' good job of it!  But I can't take
much more."

"Oh but you will,"  I gasped, "until you give me what I really want."

"What do you want Squirt?  You wanna suck me off?  Wanna fuck my ass?
Hell, you wanna take a strap to my ass and beat me till I cry?  Tell me
for fuckin' Christ sake!"

"Strip!"  I commanded.  "Take those fuckin' shorts off!"

Obediently Jeffery pealed his cut offs off.  His naked body; his cock
raging with a full hard on excited me.

"Wanna get nasty Jeffery?"  I sneared, my voice husky with lust.

"Yeah ... nasty," he answered, "whatever you want Squirt."

"Real nasty?"  I enquired.

"As fuckin' nasty as you wanna be!"

"And you'll do whatever I ask?"

"I'll try Squirt."

"No!"  I demanded, "don't try but do what I ask."

"I'll try Squirt.  That's all I can promise.  Jeez!  You're turning me
inside out!"

Chapter 8

Jeffery hunkered down before me.  His massive frame heaving and sighing
on his knees before me.  His big dick bobbed up and down with a life all
its own.

Jeffery reached for his cock.  To stroke it.  To give himself pleasure.

"Don't touch your dick,"  I bellowed.  Surpriesed at my own verbal
commands.

"Huh?"  Jeffery replied.

"You're not deaf.  You heard me."

Jeffery obeyed and his cock throbbed and jerked itself wildly.

I turned around and spread eagled myself before him, jutting my smooth,
muscular bubble butt before him.

"Ah fuck Squirt!"  he sobbed.

I jutted my ass out towards him even further, spreading my ass cheeks
apart.  My ass trench lewdly exposed;  my boy hole puckering in font of
him.  Inviting him.

"Fuck!"  Jeffery whispered.

"You like that Uncle Jeff?"  I whispered back.

"Yes," he responded, his voice hissing; his breath rapid.

"Smell my ass!"  I gyrated my teen ass towards him.

"What?"

"You heard me fuck wad!"  I bellowed, "Smell my dirty ass."

"Squirt!"

"Do it!"  I demanded.  "Do it now!"

"I let you piss on me fucker.  The least you can do in return is to
smell my ass!"

"But ..."

"Yeah butt is right stud.  My butt is right here in front of you and I
want you to smell it."

With trepidation Jeffery flung his head backwards as if to get his long
hair out of his face.  He shook his mane and cautiously brought his face
towards my projecting ass.

Within inches of my boy hole I could feel his hot breath.

"Smell my ass!"  I coaxed.

Hesitantly, he drew short breaths.

"You can do better than that Uncle Jeff,"  I mused.  "Brown nose my fuck
hole!"

As the scene was approaching where I'd wanted it, I reverted to calling
Jeffery 'Uncle Jeff.'

His nose approached closer to my puckered hole.  I knew I was dirty back
there and took delight in it.

"Smell my ass!"  I commanded again.

Jeffery's nose made contact with my asshole.  I could hear him taking
short gasps with his mouth.

"That's not what I want Uncle Jeff,"  I blurted out.  "I want you to
smell my fuckin' asshole!"

Jeffery tensed, flinched for a second, then inhaled deeply.  I responded
by grinding my ass onto his face.

"How's it smell Uncle Jeff?"  I quirked.

"It stinks Squirt," he gasped, "your asshole really stinks."

"Smell it again,"  I replied, delighted that I had gotten him this far.
Hell, I'd have done it to him in a heartbeat!  Something told me that I
was reversing roles for him.

Again he impaled his nose to my asshole and took a deep beath.

"You like that stink man?"  I asked boldly.

"I don't know,"  Jeffery replied.

"You promised anything I wanted, " I sneered.  "Maybe I'll do to you
what you did to Dad!  Seems you enjoyed it and he loved it."

"Squirt!"  he pleaded.

"Yeah I'll squirt alright!  A fuckin' load of teen-age ball cream right
down your fuckin' cock hungry mouth.  It's what you want isn't it Uncle
Jeff?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Smell my ass some more.  I want you to smell like fuckin' dirty
asshole!"

Jeffery consented to my commands sniffng my smelly hole ... slowly
getting into the swing of things.

His inhalations became deeper and deeper as I grounded my stink onto his
face.

Chapter 9

I switched positions,  Turning round I decended to my knees to be on an
equal level with Jeffery.  I leaned forward, sniffed and kssed him.  He
eagerly sought my mouth with his.

"You stink,"  I remarked as we broke our kiss.

"I have Squirt stink on me,"  Jeffery remarked.

"Do you like it now?"  I asked.

"Yes," he responded, "your butt stink smells fuckin' good."

"Want some more of my butt stink,"  I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You know."

"What Squirt?"

"What you gave my Dad."

"Shit?"

"Yep ... you got it.  My ass is packed with stinkin' shit.  Want some?"

"Squirt ... uh ... I don't know ... you see ..."

"Oh!  So you can dish it out but can't take it huh?"

"Squirt!"

"Jeffery!"

"You've smelled my stink hole.  Now I want you to play with my shit."

I lay back on the cool tiles of the shower stall and raised my legs
clasping each leg  with my hands drawing them towards my chest.

Jeffery hunkered down on the floor and placed his face inches from my
asshole.

His nostrils inhaled the stench from my gaping hole.  He reached down to
take his throbbing cock in his hand.  He began to stroke his dick.

"Mmmmmmmmm," he moaned, getting into my butt stink, "smells so fuckin'
good!"

I could feel my puckered asshole pulsing.  Contracting.

"It's coming Uncle Jeff,"  I groaned.  "I'm gonna fuckin' take a dump!"

"Yeah Squirt,"  Jeffery replied, "give your Uncle Jeffery your butt
slop."

I couldn't resist.  I couldn't hold back.  I hadn't taken a shit since
the morning before.  I needed release.

"It's comming Uncle Jeff.  Want it?"  I moaned in the throes of ecstacy.

"Don't hold back kid,"  Jeffery shouted, "give your filth to me.!"

With that a juicy, wet fart escaped my gaping hole, followed by a thick
turd.  It slid out of my asshole easily.  Followed by another and
another.  A hefty pile of reeking filth nestled against my asshole.

As the last fart escaped my asshole, Jeffery dipped his head down
towards the brown pile on the floor.  He rubbed his nose into my pile of
shit,  Throwing his head back he sniffed wildly and grunted with lust.

"I'm a fuckin' shit pig," he howled, "my fuckin' pig face is dirty and
stinkin' with boy shit!"

Jeffery flung his hand into the messy pile of warm shit;  scooped a
handful up and mashed his hand on his throbbing man meat, coating it
with my shit.  He began pounding his shitty dick furiously, leaning
forward to swallow my raging cock.

The stink was awesome and heightened our mutual pleasure.

"Beat that dirty dick,"  I shouted to Jeffery.

Up and down his hand flew over his turgid rod, coating it with a thick
brown sludge.

"This is so fuckin' nasty,"  Jeffery uttered as he sucked furiously on
my cock which was becoming streaked with shit from his face."

"Fuck Jeffery!"  I screamed.  "I'm gonna fill your shit fuckin' pig
mouth with my fuck cream!"

"Feed me fucker!"  was Jeffery's reply.  "My hungy pig mouth is ready.
Shoot baby brother!  I love you man!"

With those words my cock erupted spewing wave after wave of cum into
Jeffery''s open, shitty mouth.  My body arched and bucked furiously as I
emptied my seed into his willing, dirty mouth.

As I was shooting the last drops of my cum into Jeffery's mouth, he
pulled off my cock and screamed.

"Fuckin' gonna blow my load Squirt!  My shitty cock is gonna shoot!"

I reached down and grabbed Jeffery's head and pulled his mouth once more
onto my cock.

His cock erupted like Mt. St. Helen's.  A geyser of thick, creamy man
cum, shot high into the air and landed, like his spit had on my
forehead.  It was followed by several similar shots, his body heaving
uncontrolably, his mouth never leaving my spewing cock.

Our ejaculations subsided.  Our breaths at once rapid, slowly subsided
to deep sighs. Jeffery collapsed.  His mouth releasing the suction from
my cock.  His head resting on my thigh.  His cheek grazing my pile of
shit.

Jeffery breathed a deep sigh of relief.  His voice vibrated against my
thigh.

"I love you Squirt!" he uttered.

I reached down and ran my fingers through his long brown hair.

"I love you too Jeffery!"

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