Date: Sat, 3 Feb 2001 16:12:02 -0500 (EST)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: Raunchy Boy (Part 3)

Disclaimer:

The following story deals with incest, watersports and scat.  Topics
which some may find immoral, disgusting and offensive yet practiced
among gay men.  If you have a problem dealing with these topics or are
under the age of eighteen, STOP HERE!

Raunchy Boy (Part 3)
by Rim4you

Chapter 1

"Thanks for having me over, Mr. Langley," Alan said, as he made his way
through the front door.

"You know you're always welcome at anytime, Alan,"  Dad responded.  "No
invitation necessary.  After all you're practically family."

"Okay then, Uncle Josh!"  Alan quirpped.  "Where's Joel?"

"He's upstairs in his room.  Why don't you grab some sodas from the
fridge on your way up."

"Gee, thanks!"  Alan said as he sailed past Dad and made his way into
the kitchen.

"Fuck!  I'd love to get my hands on that!"  Dad muttered to himself as
Alan passed.

"Huh?"  Alan said, detecting that something had been uttered.

"Uh ... nothing, Alan.  Just thinking out loud.  Tell Joel I'll be
ordering the pizza in about an hour, okay?"

"Cool!"  Alan beamed, two sodas in hand and bolting towards the
staircase.  "Can we have double meat on it, Uncle Josh?"

"Sure can, buddy!  The more meat, the better!"

Alan paused at the bottom of the stairs and gave Dad a quizical look,
then shrugged his shoulders and mounted the staircae.

"Hey Joel!"  Alan shouted.  "Pizza in about an hour!"

Chapter 2

"Hey Alan!"  I hollered.

"Hi Joel!  So what's up?"

I looked at Alan and shot him a sheepish grin.

"Ah man!  You're still wierded out, huh?"  Alan remarked, as he plopped
down on my bed and handed me a soda.

"Well ... uh ... it's just that I've ..."

"Done something?"

"Well ... sorta."

"What do you mean, Joel?  You either did or you haven't.  From the way
you were acting at school, my guess is that you were fucking around in
the bathroom again!"

"Well ..."

"Well what?  You know I can read you like a book.  Spill it, Joel."

Alan was right.  We had practically grown up together.  In fact, we were
more like brothers having known and been around one another since we
were four-years-old and shared the same birthday together.

I looked at my best friend with his tousled brown hair and piercing baby
blue eyes and had to admit that we even resembled each other in features
and build.  We were both fourteen-years-old and as always, as puberty
had kicked into high gear, horny.

I guess that is why, when we started exploring our sexual feelings, it
only came as natural to have mutual jack off sessions together coupled
with sucking one another's cock.  It never entered my mind that I or
Alan might be gay.  At the time it just felt like to buddies just doing
what came natural.

"So?"  Alan asked.

"So what?"  I responded.

"You gonna tell me or are ya gonna sit there looking at me like a spaced
out zombie?"

"I'm sorry, Alan."

"Sorry?  For what?  Come on, Joel, tell me!  Jeez!  Whatever it is it
must have been real good to get ya all wierded and spaced out!"

I felt cornered in a way.  How was I going to tell Alan what I was
feeling and not have him bolt from my room screaming and hollering at
what a freak I was?  I knew Alan wouldn't let up until I cam up with
something.  But what?

I took a swig of my coke and slid my hand under the pillow on my bed.
Grasping Alan's jockstrap I pulled it out and tossed it towards him.

"You forgot something,"  I said, rather awkwardly.

"My jock!"  Alan quirpped, picking it up. "Sure is dirty, ain't it,
Joel?"

"Uh ... yeah.  I'd say so."

My eyes nearly bugged out when Alan pressed the strap to his face and
took a deep whiff of his jockstrap.

"Stinks too!"  Alan remarked, removing the jockstrap from his face and
looking at it.  Then grinning from ear to ear he raised it towards me.

"Wanna sniff, Joel?"

I froze.  Watching Alan press that smelly strap to his face excited me.
Once more my cock was straining within my jeans, throbbing wildly!  Was
Alan trying to break the ice?  Were we so close that he could read my
mind?

"Alan!"  I gasped, feigning abhorence, and lowering my head.

Alan scooted himself closer towards me, his hand still clutching the
dirty, reeking jockstrap.

"Ah come on, Joel!  One whiff!"

"That's nasty, Alan!"  I whispered, knowing that I wanted to bury my
face into it but trying to play my cards right.

"I dare ya, Joel.  I dare ya to smell my stinking, filthy jockstrap!"

I looked at Alan and saw the front of his shorts obviously tenting with
a major hardon.  Perhaps he got off on the same things I was discovering
that I was?

Tentatively, I lowered my head towards his outstreatched hand.  I
focused my gaze upon the darkened, heavily stained pouch clutched within
Alan's hand.  Slowly, I pressed my face once more into the stench filled
jockstrap and took a deep breath.

"That's it, Joel."  Alan whispered, fumbling to free his cock from his
shorts.  "Smell my stinking jock!"

Rather clumsily, Alan placed his coke on the floor beside my bed and
took mine out of my hand to do the same, all the while pressing his
jockstrap onto my face, to the raspy sounds of my deep huffing.

"My stink is fuckin' turnin' you on, huh Joel?"  Alan sighed softly, as
he wrapped his other hand around his cock and began stroking.

"Uh-huh!"  I moaned, as I clasped Alan's hand and rubbed my face into
the foul smelling fabric.

"You like smellin' my nasty cock and balls stink don't you, Joel?"

"Yes!"  I whispered, as I lashed my tongue out and began licking the
pouch, all the while breathing deep the funky aroma of the filthy strap.

"Yeah, fucker!  Smell my stink!  Fuckin' smells good, dosen't it?"

I moaned in response.

"Wanna sniff it together, Joel?"

I nodded my head refusing to take my face away from that which aroused
me so much.  Alan scooted himself even closer to me and brought his face
to the jockstrap also and together we sniffed its powerful aroma.

"Fuck!"  I sighed, as our noses touched and together we grazed the
rancid material and took deep breaths.

"Fuckin' stink, jockboy!"  Alan whispered.

I almost froze at the word "jockboy."  Its association with Coaches
Randalls and Stevens, only hours before, wrung in my ears and here it
was, Alan was using the same expression.  I snapped my head back.

"Why'd you call me that?"

What?"

"You called me jockboy!"

Alan curled his lips back in a smile and his beautiful blue eyes met
mine.

"Because that's what you are, Joel.  Because that's what I heard and saw
this afternoon!"

"What?"  I gasped.

"You didn't realise it, Joel, but I followed you back to the lockeroom.
I thought it kinda odd that you weren't ready to walk home with me right
away so I watched where you were heading and I followed you."

"Alan!"

"Chill out, Joel.  It was so fuckin' hot!  You don't know how hard it
was for me to see my best friend, my brother, gettin' it on with two
hunky men like Coach Randalls and Coach Stevens!  I was fuckin'
jealous!"

I hung my head, a little embarassed yet excited at the same time.

"You're a ruanchy boy, Joel!"

I did an about face.  My mind was whirling that Alan had hit upon two
names that had been referred to me that day.

"I'm a raunchy boy too, Joel!"  Alan whispered, drawing himself up to
his knees upon my bed which, not too long before, Dad had assumed the
same position.  Only this time, Alan turned his back towards me and
hooking his thumbs onto the waistband of his shorts, he slid his shorts
down.  Bending over he exposed to me his bubble butt.

The cleft swirled with a fine growth of dark hair and staring me in the
face was Alan's puckering hole.  His asshole!  It seemed to breathe with
life,  Opening and closing.  Winking at me.  Inviting me.  Tempting me.
Drawing me.

Glancing down at his white briefs, like his jockstrap the seat of Alan's
briefs were dirty with brown streaks.

"I know you want it, Joel!"  Alan whispered, wiggling his ass at me.
"It's dirty and stink like my fuckin' jockstrap!  Smell my ass, Joel!
Smell my real stink!"

I got off of the bed and quickly pulled my jeans off.  Pouncing back
upon the bed I crouched down on all fours behind Alan's upturned ass.  I
marvelled at the creamy whiteness of his skin and the growth of hair in
his ass trench.

"Smell me, Joel!  My ass is dirty and stink!  I know you want it."

"Mmmmmm!"  I groaned, as I buried my face into Alan's ass.  "Fucking
stink!  Fucking dirty!"

"Oh yeah!"  Alan gasped, grinding his butt on my face.  "Fuckin' smell
my dirty shithole, Joel!  Smell my fuckin' stink, brother!"

His use of the word "brother" had a nastiness and intimacy about it that
I coudn't explain.  I only knew that it aroused me deeply as I pressed
my nose more firmly against his puckering, moist, smelly hole and
inhaled its stench over and over.

"Ya like that, Joel?  Huh?  Ya like the way I stink like my fuckin'
jockstap?"

"Fuck!"  I moaned.  "Your ass smells better than your fucking strap
anyday!"

"Yeah?  Then eat my ass, brother!  I wanna feel your tongue licking my
stink hole!"

Groaning, I lapped, licked and sucked at his hole while he yanked on his
cock.

"Ah man!"  Alan sighed, clutching the comforter on my bed and burying
his face in it.  "Fuckiin' feels so good, Joel!  Eat my ass!  Please!"

I needed no encouragement as I swirled my tongue in circular motions
around Alan's gaping, flaring asshole.  The stink of his furry hole
drove me to probe my tongue into that moist cavern and savour the
strong, robust taste of Alan's asshole.

"Shit!  Shit"  Alan gasped, clutching the comforter in his clenched
fists and bucking his ass back.  "Eat!  Eat motherfucker!  Eat my
slimey, filthy shithole, Joel!"

I remembered the savage tongue lashing Coach Stevens had given my ass
earlier and I tried to imitate every swirl, every probe of my tongue in
the same manner.
Alan responded by squirming all the more.

"Yeah!  Fuck!"  Alan cried out, lustfully,  Grinding and churning his
ass onto my face.  "Finger my hole, Joel!  Fuckin' stick your finger up
my ass!"

I brought my hand up towrds my mouth and slobbered a wad of spit onto
one of my fingers and rammed the wet digit up Alan's ass.

"Fuckin' bitch!"  Alan gasped, contracting his ass muscles to swallow my
finger.  "You motherfuckin' bitch!"

"Yeah fucker!"  I said, "diggin' into your shitty asshole!"

"You feel my shit, man?  Feel my fuckin' ass slop, Joel?'

"Oh yeah!"

"Dig it out, Joel!  I wanna see my fuckin' shit on your finger!"

I dug deep up my best friend's ass.  As I wiggled my finger around in
Alan's shit chute, he squirmed and moaned with delight.

"Show it to me, Joel!  I wanna see your shitty finger!  Fuck!  Fuck!"

As I yanked my finger out of Alan's ass he darted his head over his
shoulder to see my finger heavily coated with his shit.

"Eat it!"  Alan snarled.

"Huh?"

"You heard me, fucker!  Pop that finger in your motherfuckin' mouth and
eat my shit!"

I gazed at my filthy finger.  At the same time I looked at Alan's
asshole which dripped a brown, gooey sludge which fell from his
puckering hole onto his briefs.

"Suck your finger, Joel!  Eat my shit!"

I raised my finger towards my face.  I could smell the stench of asshole
on it.  Shitty asshole.  Alan's asshole.  I looked at the brown clumps
of pasty shit on my finger.  The aroma intoxicated me.  Drew me.  Lured
me.  Slowly I inched my filth covered finger towrads my mouth.  I closed
my eyes and in one quick movement I slid my shitty finger past my lips
and into my mouth and sucked.

"Yeah!"  Alan hissed.  "Taste my fuckin' butt slop, raunchy boy!"

There it was again.  That word, "raunchy boy" that sent me into a frenzy
of slurping, sucking on my finger and smacking my lips with wild
abandon.

"Fuckin' taste good, Joel?"

My first gut reaction was to counter my initial instinct to gag.  How
did Coach Stevens handle this?

I sucked in a deep breath and it hit me.  That wonderful smell.  That
stink   That foul stench sweeping up my nostrils.  It was only then that
I surrendered to the stink and associated the bitter taste to the stench
and it seemed to become one.  Pure pleasure!

Opening my eyes and staring into Alan's I saw the pleasure of my action
reflected in his gaze and his smile.  Like a hungry dog I sucked on my
finger furiously and popped it out of my mouth clean as a whistle.

"More!"  I gasped.

"Ya want some more, fucker?"

"Yes!"

"Look at my briefs, Joel!"

I looked down to see a small clump of steamy shit that had fallen from
Alan's asshole.  My breathing became eratic and heavy.

"Shit!"  I gasped.

"Yeah, fucker!  My stinkin' shit.  Eat it!"

I dove towards Alan's shitty briefs and inhaled the ripe stink of the
turd that he had let loose.

"Fuck!"  I gasped.

"Yeah!  Smell that fuckin' turd, raunchy boy!  Smell it!  Fuckin' eat
it!"

Several deep breaths later, the rancid aroma of shit wafting into my
nostrils, I sucked Alan's turd into my mouth.  Savouring its delectable
taste, I chewed and swallowed it.

"Want some more?"  Alan asked.

"Yes!  Please!"  I responded.

"Save it, Alan!"

Alan and I looked in the direction of the deep voice that had just
bellowed.

"Uncle Josh!"

"Dad!"

Both pharses escaped mine and Alan's mouth at the same time.

"Pizza's arrived!"  Dad said.

Framing the doorway was my father.  He had hiked down the front of his
shorts and was stroking his thick cock.

"Did you order extra meat, Uncle Josh?"  Alan asked, somewhat awkwardly.

"Oh yeah!"  Dad sighed, pointing his big cock towards the two of us.
"There's plenty of meat for all of us!"

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