Date: Sat, 6 Feb 2016 11:52:41 -0600
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Redneck Brothers and Shit Pt 1

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Redneck Brothers and Shit

Part 1

It was my first day at the new high school.  I'd just moved from a
very urban area to a rural area.  While this new school didn't have
all the wonderful different skin shades I was used to, the
country/redneck look of so many boys was just as sexy.  It was hard to
tell if any one of them might be gay--so many acted overly macho.

I was horny on a daily basis.  Looking at all the new scenery didn't
help any.  I tried to not stare at the round, beautiful asses of guys
in tight jeans in between classes.  I had a semi-hard on most of the
day.  I probably oozed several ounces of pre-cum into my boxers.

I was totally gay but was sure that I didn't give it away.  I had
nothing against effeminate men but I didn't think I was one.  That
type just didn't turn me on nor did I want to emulate it.  Maybe I
overcompensated even...

- - -

When lunchtime finally came around, I bought my lunch and carried the
tray to the middle of the room.  I was about to sit alone when I saw a
group of guys from my Algebra class spread out at a single table.  I
thought it would be a good chance to make friends, so I sat down at
the edge of their table.

"Hey guys...how's it going.  I'm Max. I'm kinda new here."

Each one of them stood up and shook my hand firmly.  I sat down and
started eating.  I managed to chat my way into their conversation.  I
figured these guys would be talking about football but oddly enough it
was about politics.  Even weirder was the most redneck lookin' dude
(western belt, bandana in pocket, mangy looking fuzz on his chin, and
worn spot on back pocket where his snuff can usually was) led the
conversation.  He was going on about Federal Government sucking its
way into everything to snuff out our freedoms.  He went on and on.
Few of the other guys gave a shit.  I was just horny and hungry.

I spoke my opinion briefly...just to fit in...and continued to eat.  Then
he introduced himself as Jasper.  He was lightly freckled with
slightly crooked front teeth, but there was intensity in his bright
green eyes.  His reddish brown hair was cut in the form of a short
mullet.  His look contradicted the words that came out of his mouth.

Just then, two guys slammed into our table.  One entered on each side.
When they sat down the table (with all of its seats connected) rocked
and moved a few inches.  The two guys were tall, had beefy arms, and
had on tight flannel shirts.  They looked almost the same but one was
a little shorter than the other.  Each had their haircut so short
their heads were practically shaved.  You could tell they had shaved
but their faces showed stubble.  Despite their muscular upper bodies,
each had a slight gut.

One of them was sitting in the seat next to me.  When he shifted, his
large booted foot bumped mine but he didn't seem to notice.  I glanced
down and saw a nice bulge in those tight jeans.  They were obviously
brothers--and cute ones.

They both had school cafeteria food on their trays like me but theirs
was piled up with extras.  Each had four wheat rolls, two chocolate
milks, extra meatloaf, etc.  It looked like they'd each doubled the
food by buying extras in line.  Without saying anything, they began
stuffing their faces.  Each grunted as they ate and nodded hello at
the other guys when anyone looked over to them.  They were intensely
concentrating on their food and were eating faster than any of us.
When I finished my food, which was just helping of each food on the
tray, they were already finished.

One of then belched loud.  I swear I heard one of them fart.  They
nodded to the guys at the end of the table and were gone.  Their visit
was no more than five to six minutes.

"That's Lee and Derek...the school football studs," Jasper said.

I know they heard him but they paid no mind.

"New guy here is Max!" he said.

The two of them looked up and aimed a big hand for me to shake while
the other hand kept moving food into their mouths.  I heard a grunt
from one of them.  Suddenly, I heard a nasty burp and they stood,
walked off, and were gone.

I looked up and there was only ten minutes before the bell.  I had a
total of fifteen minutes to go find a restroom and take a shit.
Eating had flushed my insides and once my belly was full my ass felt
full.  After all, I hadn't taken a shit in twenty-four hours.

- - -

I searched the halls for a secluded bathroom and found one just past
the band hall.  I felt the urge to dump growing I walked faster and
barged into the bathroom.  It was totally silent.

As I sat on the pot in the stall, I did the usual:  I reached under my
ass and caught the load.  It was a thing I did every time I had to
shit.  I was always curious about the color, consistency, and
volume--for when the shit was perfect I would remember what I ate the
day before.  I thought be memorizing what I ate I could predict the
type of shit I'd produced.  I was always hoping for a perfect dump.

That day's shit was mediocre--a little too hard (I needed to drink
more water) and nuggety.  I preferred semisoft logs if I was gonna
play with it (or eat it).  There was no time for any quick shit play
so I lifted up and let the shit roll out of my palm. It splashed into
the water below.

As I was about to flush, someone obnoxiously entered the adjoining
stall.  The door shut hard, I heard farting, a belt unbuckling, and
then a heavy ass slammed onto the seat.  I glanced down and saw some
familiar boots--one of the brothers from lunch!  The toilet seat
creaked under his weight.

I loved hearing men take a shit, so I sat there and listened to him
grunt.  I heard the crackling and whistling sound of a huge turd
sliding out of his ass.  He grunted more and then there was a really
loud splash.  My dick grew hard.  I sniffed my hand where the shit had
been and wished it were from the dude in the next stall.  He ripped
another thunderous fart and then he pulled his pants up.  I didn't
hear the sound of the toilet paper roll or anything else.  He didn't
even flush.  He just got up and left as someone else entered.

I hurried to stand up and pull my pants up.  I HAD to see what his
pile looked like.  I heard someone pissing around the corner at the
urinal but they were out of my view.  I slowly eased from my stall to
the other and the wonderful smell of his farts still lingered.  I
looked into the toilet and saw the largest pile of shit I'd ever seen.
It was a pile that was coiled and sat on top of someone else's
un-flushed mushy shit.  Half of it stuck out of the water!  I reached
down and touched it with my clean hand.  The bell rang in the hall to
signal lunch was over.  I scrambled out of there without washing my
hands.

- - -

In my next class, I sat there in the back of the room and discreetly
stuck my shitty finger next to my nose.  I got hard again.  Never had
I been so lucky to find a shit pile like that fresh from a big and hot
school football player.  It was hard to stop sniffing my fingers.

Fifth period was English.  It was usually one of my best classes but I
just couldn't concentrate after seeing that perfect shit pile in the
toilet. I regretted not tasting some of it.  I managed to snap out of
it when the teacher announced after her short lecture that they had a
"new student".  Luckily, my erection waned by the time she asked me to
stand up and introduce myself.  I was brief and spoke a few words.

Some of the girls were looking at me and giggling.  I seemed to be one
of the only guys in the school with a rough, punk rocker look.  I had
on my Doc Marten boots, faded khaki pants with frayed hems, a small
earring, etc.  They couldn't see the tattoo that I'd illegally gotten
on my upper shoulder.  They'd giggle even more if they did.

After the introduction, the teacher asked us to read a story for the
rest of the class.  I just stared at the pages pretending to read and
thought about those guys at the lunch table.  I wondered which one was
Derek or Lee...I'd have to find out the name of the one whose shit I
touched in the toilet.

As the day went by I realized that everyone at this country school
dressed no differently than those at my former urban school--the only
difference, unfortunately, was that there was very few
African-American or Latino dudes.   Still, I kind of stuck out because
there weren't any guys dressed like me.  I kept thinking of those hot
brothers from lunch.

- - -

My last class was P.E.  I found the locker room and traveled through
its crazy maze until I found a place to undress.  A stocky man walked
through the room telling everyone to suit up quickly--he turned out to
be the coach.  I put on a pair of shorts and white sleeveless t-shirt.
I was a bit lanky but I thought I looked tough in that shirt.  It
exposed a large portion of my tattoo.

Just then, Derek and Lee burst into the room with loud talking and
banged their lockers open.  Off came their shirts and I saw two nice
chests with just a touch of fuzz on them around the nips.  The one
with the boots sat down and his brother pulled his boots off for him.
Once the boots were off, we wiggled his toes in dirty white socks.

I tried to not stare but I wanted to see it all.  Once their shoes
were off they ripped down their jeans and exposed their cock and
balls--neither wore underwear.  The taller one stood up and when his
arm rose I saw a wonderful mass of armpit hair!

Each pulled on some shorts with no jock strap and then slid into tank
tops that matched the school's team color.  Each put on ragged old
tennis shoes and then were gone.  I hurried to finish dressing and put
my stuff away in the locker.  We all met just outside the locker room
in the main gym.

It was raining outside, so the coach had us doing some lousy relays
indoors.  This old and fat coach was a Nazi--he had us working our
asses off like we were in a boot camp.  It was ridiculous.  I sure
hadn't worked that hard in a school P.E. class ever.

When I bitched about it to one of the guys next to me, he said, "Then
why did you sign up for Advanced Athletics?"

"I didn't dude!  What the fuck?"

"Maybe they can fix your schedule and put you in one of those weakling
classes."

I didn't like his tone.  I didn't think I was weak but I'd never been
athletic at all.  The only exercise I got was either jogging or riding
my ten-speed bike.  He looked at me with disdain and I stared hard
back at him until he looked away.

"Fuck the weakling class!" I thought to myself.

We were winding down with pushups and I was wearing down.  When we
finally stopped and did stretches, I was so relieved.  I refused to
look at that guy or talk to him again.  When the coach dismissed us, I
was drenched in sweat.  I wearily walked to the locker room to change
and go home.  When I turned the corner I passed the toilets.

In that old school, the issue of privacy had not filtered here.  Each
of three toilets was in a row with no stall walls around them.  The
three toilets were totally exposed.  Sitting there was one of those
brothers.  He had been shitting but stood up, pulled up his shorts,
and walked off.  He didn't wipe or flush.  When his shorts were pulled
up I saw a nice dick surrounded by a brown bush.  I wanted so bad to
go look at his pile but too many guys were around.  My legs felt
weaker.

I considered taking a shower so that I didn't feel clammy on the cold
walk home.  As I opened my locker, I had full view of the small shower
area.  I was stunned to see both brothers under the same shower
nozzle.  One of them was rubbing soap on the others back.

Next to me was the guy who razzed me about being in the wrong P.E.
class.  He saw me looking that way.  When he busted me for looking I
spoke up.

"That's kind of weird..."

I'd nodded toward the brothers.

The two brothers looked fucking hot all wet and naked while soaping
each other up.  I tried to check out their dicks but I didn't want to
look so obvious that guy.

"Yeah, we're all used to it.  They're just brothers.  They have no
qualms about washing each other up or letting anyone see them do
everything that should be private."

I just laughed and shook my head.  Maybe he wasn't such a prick after all.

"Max here," I said.

I offered my hand for a quick shake. He gripped it and pulled away.

"I'm Blake," he said.

From the corner of my eye I saw them turning off the water and heading
back our way.  They didn't bother with towels.  They stood under the
wall dryers and pushed the button for hot air to start blowing out.  I
had my boots on when they were done.

Their dicks and low hanging balls swayed back and forth as they walked
half-wet to their lockers.  They disappeared onto the next row.  I
felt disappointed that I didn't get to see them dress--but that was
another reason to stay in this athletic class.

After I was dressed, the other guy had gone.  Lee and Derek came into
the common area--one of them dressed in a McDonald's uniform, the other
in a Taco Bell outfit.  They looked hot and goofy all at the same
time.

I hurried out the door and began my three-mile walk home in the cold wind.

- - -

Once home in the cramped apartment, I immediately stripped and jacked
off.  I shot my load so fast thinking of those hot two guys and their
naked bodies.  I imagined the shit pile I saw earlier in the day and
slowly jacked off to a second orgasm.  Before dad got home I jacked
off a third time.  When he got home, he barely said two words.  He
stripped to his underwear, rolled onto his bed, and was asleep.

- - -

Speaking of dad, it was my second attempt to live with him after mom
kicked me out.  My mom was over-religious and didn't approve of my
music, friends, etc.  She didn't like me having friends of all races
over.  I'm sure she had suspicions about me being gay.  The main thing
that got my ass in trouble was coming home with a tattoo.

Needless to say, she told my dad that he had to deal with me from then
on.  He accepted her request but his mood about it seemed indifferent.
You see...he worked as truck driver at night for a local grocery
distribution plant.  He worked long and late hours and then slept most
of the time.  I think he figured I was gonna be a lot of trouble
keeping him awake or would be running around at night when he was
away.

When mom sent me back to him, I'd just turned 15.  It was January...just
about six months into my tenth grade year.  High school was new and
fun--I had several good friends who I'd known since my pre-teen years.
Moving away from good friends and good times sucked.  At the same
time, however, I was glad to be away from mom and all her rules and
religious nonsense.  Dad was sure to be more easygoing.

I had been in his tiny apartment only for three days before my first
day of school there.  Mom dropped me off on a Friday night.
Thereafter, each had been the same.  Dad came home tired, went to bed,
got up and ate, then went to bed, then went to work.

- - -

Dad's apartment was on the edge of a small Texas town.  We were about
60 miles from the Dallas Fort Worth area.  The building was a
single-storied, flat, and ugly affair.  It was really old.  The
cinderblock walls inside had been painted white many times.  Dad
didn't smoke, but years of others cigarette smoke permeated the air
conditioning vents.  The carpet had been replaced, but you could still
smell the pungent odor.

Dad looked handsome in his work uniform.  Tall and lanky, he'd never
been fat.  His upper arms showed he worked hard.  He stayed slim
because he never ate much.  After his small meal was eaten, he always
poured two shots of whiskey into a glass and downed it.

Each time I was watching to see if dad drank more than the usual two
shots of liquor.  I'd rather he relaxed enough and just got sleepy.  I
didn't enjoy it when he was drunk and babbling.  The first few nights
I didn't have to worry about it because after he was done, he got up
and headed to his bed every time.

On the fourth day there, he told me he was going to be off the next
day and told me to not wake him up when I got up in the morning.

- - -

The second day of school was practically the same as the day before
except for I didn't get to check out any freshly laid shit.   After
gym class, the two brothers did their mutual shower thing again and no
one batted an eye...except for me.  No one was around me so I made sure
I checked out every detail that I could.  I was pulling my jeans on
when one of them glanced back my way and made direct eye contact with
me.  He just nodded.

I wasn't sure if the nod meant "hello" or "why are you checking me
out".  I mean...if they were homophobic and went after me then they
surely could beat my ass.  I could hold my own with someone my size
but those redneck brothers were much stronger than me.

I kept my gaze ahead and then slowly looked down to my boots to not
look reactive.  Nothing became of it.

- - -

Once home, dad was up and already drinking.  I watched him pour more
shots of booze until he was so groggy he nearly fell over at the
table.   It wasn't even dinnertime.  He obviously got up before I got
home and got started early.  He sat at the table reading the
newspaper.

I tried to make small talk while I grabbed a Coke from the fridge.  He
mumbled back to acknowledge whatever I'd said.   I rolled my eyes and
went to go watch TV.

- - -

I'd been watching TV for about twenty minutes when I heard him shuffle
and nearly fall over backwards in the dining chair.  I got up slowly.
I hadn't seen dad so drunk in years...mostly just because I hadn't lived
with him for so long.  Part of me wanted to let him fall...but the
sympathetic side of me won.

He was just in his white briefs like the other nights after he got
home from work.  I saw him try to stand up and nearly fall again.

"Dad you ok?" I asked.

He mumbled that he had to get up and take a piss.  I was afraid he'd
piss in his underwear, so I helped him stand up and I walked him to
the restroom.  Helping him, I put my arm around his waist and felt the
smooth skin of his back.  My dick rose after my hand had touched dad's
bare back.

Right there in front of me he dropped his shorts and they fell to his
feet.  He stepped out of them and plopped on the toilet.  I stepped
away and heard his piss drain like a hose between his legs into the
toilet.  Then I just heard silence.

When he didn't leave the bathroom right away I stepped up to the open
door and peered in.  He'd passed out naked!

"DAD!" I shouted.

He woke up.  Some twisted part of me thought my dad looked very sexy
drunk and naked on the toilet.  His dick and balls were totally
exposed to me.  I couldn't look away.

"You fell asleep on the pot dude!" I yelled.

He struggled to stand up and walked slowly to the bedroom door.  Just
then I noticed a long snake of shit hanging from his ass.  He'd
fucking passed out while taking a dump and it was stuck in his crack!

With no hesitation, I simply pulled it from his ass to avoid it
hitting the floor.  He seemed to have no idea.  He just stumbled to
the bed and fell onto the sheets.  There I was standing there with a
steaming log of my dad's shit in my hand!  I was speechless.  When I
came to my senses, I made sure dad was out before I did anything
crazy.

"Dad!" I yelled.

I shouted twice and he just snored.  I walked back to the bathroom and
sat on the toilet.  I held the shit up to my face and sniffed it
deeply.  It was funky.  It wasn't too mushy yet it wasn't fully firm.
On a whim, I stuck it in my mouth and slowly sucked on it.  My dick
was about to break in my pants it was so hard.  I closed my eyes and
bit into it with my front teeth.

It was like a chill went over my body.  My hand full of dad's shit was
shaking.  My other hand reached for my zipper and freed my cock.  I
started chewing my dad's fresh shit.  It was slightly bitter but had
an earthy flavor.  The texture had a consistency of smooth peanut
butter or soft fudge.  I chewed and chewed that first piece.  After it
was a soft mush in my mouth I just swallowed.  I took another bite.

It took about five or six more bites with long chewing sessions and
then it was gone.  I spit on my cock and furiously jacked it.  I was
so overwhelmed with the rush of eating dad's turd that I felt weak
after the orgasm was over.  Between the sexual euphoria and the
workout at school, I could barely stand.  I staggered as if I was
drunk myself with my jeans between my legs.  I stumbled to my sofa bed
in the small living area.  I kicked off my pants, unrolled the bed,
and jumped under the covers.  I was out in less than a minute.

- - -

Once when I was around 9 or 10 years old, I was playing out in a
field.  My buddies had gone home for lunch and I was alone.  The
overwhelming urge to take a shit came over me and I knew I didn't have
time to run all the way back home.  Of course I took a piss outside
quite often, but I'd never taken a dump outdoors.  The urge to crap
took over and I knew I'd shit my pants if I didn't act.

So, I walked to the deepest weeds and just squatted.  I could hear
cars in the distance.  I took a quick shit and stood up to see what
I'd produced.  There was a nice pile of shit in the grass.  I was
intrigued by it because it was the first shit I'd ever seen outside of
a toilet before.

Curious, I reached down and touched the turds and was intrigued by
their warmth and textures.  I moved the nuggets around with a stick
and separated them from the longer turds.  A fly buzzed around it.  I
thought I heard someone coming, so I pulled up my pants and bolted out
of there.

However, it seemed so easy to take a shit outside (and felt good just
doing it anywhere in the high weeds) that it became a habit.  I found
myself going out there to just take a shit.  After a few times, I
realized it could get messy so I would strip out of my pants or shorts
and stand there pantless and drop my shit.

I thought it was funny how people from a distance could likely see me
standing from their yards or the street, but had no idea I had no
pants on (or was taking a shit or piss!).  It felt so liberating to
walk around nearly naked like that and to shit or piss on whim.

When winter came, mom didn't let me go run around in the freezing
cold.  So, when I took a shit in the bathroom, I'd do it on the tile
floor then inspect it before I put it in the toilet with my hands.  I
never paid attention to the fact that I was hard every time I had
contact with my shit.

However, I had noticed that whenever I played with my erect penis it
felt really good.  Constant rubbing on it in bed one evening led me to
my first cum.  A small bit of fluid oozed out and it felt wild.  For
many nights after I kept recreating that event and the orgasms got
even better.

When it turned warm again outside, I began to shit in the weeds again.
This time, standing around with nothing but tennis shoes on (I went
shirtless on those hot days) made my pecker stand up and I began
masturbating just after shitting.

Shit and jacking off were always done like that on a daily basis...it
was a natural progression for me to start holding my shit and sniffing
it as I came.  Sniffing led to tasting and then eating.  By the time I
was 13 I was already eating my shit on a weekly basis.  On the rare
days I was left alone for more than an hour I would go shit in the
bathroom and rub it all over me.  After a major pig-out I would panic
to get clean and was paranoid about smelling like my shit.  It was a
miracle that my nosey mom never busted my about shit play.

The Internet had just invaded our lives back then, but at that age we
didn't have a computer yet.  It would be years before I found that
thousands of men the world over were also into scat.  So, I had no
clue that I wasn't alone...but I was about to.

- - -

After eating dad's shit I woke the next morning wondering where my
pants were.  I usually slept in underwear but all I had on was my
t-shirt.  I heard dad snoring in the background.  Likely he'd never
gotten up since he hit the sack.  Slowly, the reality of the last
night came back to me and I sat there stunned.

I felt embarrassed that I'd snatched my dad's shit log from his
drunken ass and ate it all up.  For once though, I didn't feel
paranoid about being dirty or smelling like it.  I was no longer in
mom's prison.  As I sat up in bed, I saw my pants in the floor and
scooted over to grab my underwear.  Just after I had them on I heard
dad stirring.  He dragged himself into the small kitchen and turned on
the Mr. Coffee brewer.

The urge to piss was overwhelming, so I quickly pulled on my underwear
and went to the bathroom.  I pissed for nearly a minute before my
bladder was drained.  When I stood over the sink, I saw shit around my
mouth!

I quickly washed it of and felt relieved that dad hadn't seen the
crusty brown stuff in the corners of my mouth.

- - -

I walked into the kitchen.  Dad patted my shoulder then mussed my hair.

"Good morning sport!"

He bent over the sink and splashed cold water on his face.  It was
"sober" dad.  I liked him much better.

"Damn, I got a bad hangover."

I didn't say anything.  I'd rather hear him bitching about the
hangover than be drunk and stupid.

"Sorry I didn't spend anytime with you son, but I was just beat.  I
guess I thought a few shots of Jim Beam would relax me."

"I think it was more than a few shots dad," I said jokingly.

He gave me a tired look but smiled.  At 42 he was still handsome but
had aged more than he should have.  Dad did nothing but work, eat,
sleep, drink, etc....over and over.  He didn't exercise or go do
anything fun.  I know part of the reason for working so hard was to
pay child support for me--but now that didn't matter.  He was paying
for his truck (drove his own for the company) and it was fuckin'
expensive.

He stayed up and sat with me through at least one movie on TV before
going to nap again.  After he went back to sleep, I pulled out my dick
and jacked off in the living room.  It was just then I felt it--a
stomach cramp.  I wiped my cum on my leg and pulled on my underwear.
I hurried to the bathroom and barely made it in time.  I took a really
nasty shit--not the fun kind to play with.

It dawned on my maybe that it was dad's shit that upset my stomach.
Then again maybe it was the leftover jalapeno nachos I'd eaten out of
twice from the fridge.  There was no way to know.  I sat on the toilet
for 25 minutes before the "runs" stopped.  I was sure it was dad's
shit that gave me diarrhea.

 - - -

I took a nap for the rest of the evening.  I drifted in and out of
sleep while the TV droned on.  I heard dad get up again, so I got up
to go be with him.

Dad took out some bacon and eggs from the refrigerator and cooked
breakfast food for our dinner.  The smell of bacon and then toast
browning in the toaster was very comforting.  My stomach had settled
down.  I heard dad get milk from the fridge as he called out to me.

"Son, did you get those nacho's at the Quick Stop across the street?

"Yeah dad."

"Hell boy...don't eat food from there again unless it comes in a
package.  Hot dogs from that place tore me up before!"

I silently thanked goodness that it most likely wasn't dad's shit that
upset my stomach.  Then he laid the plates full of bacon, scrambled
eggs, and toast before us.  My stomach was empty and ready for it.  I
scarfed the food down in minutes but dad slowly savored his.

"There's more bacon left," he said.

I hopped up and grabbed the extra pieces.   I refilled my glass with
cold milk and sat down again at the table.   I ate more slowly and in
silence.  Watching my dad eat, I wondered what kind of shit his dinner
would turn into.  I no longer felt ashamed of eating dad's turd the
night before.  Sitting there with him made me horny and I craved more
of his shit.   He looked sexy in his long sideburns and high
cheekbones.

I ate the last slice of bacon and imagined dad getting up, dropping
his shorts, and shitting on the table for me.  I became rock hard.

"Grab the jug of milk for me buddy!"

Fuck!  He wanted me to get up and my pants were totally tented.  I
managed to rearrange my dick before turning away at a different angle
and opened the fridge.  I got him the milk and sat down fast.  I
thought I recovered well.

- - -

Dad and I watched TV together for the rest of the evening.  There was
no booze--just laying back and enjoying each other's company.   Dad
eventually went to bed because he had to work early in the morning to
haul some loads.

When morning came, I was alone.   After the alarm went off, I pulled
myself out of the covers and walked into the kitchen to get milk for
cereal.  I started thinking of the two brothers at school.  I imagined
getting gang fucked by them.  Hell, I was still a virgin as far as sex
with any one at all.  My imagination was the only place I'd had sex
with anyone.  And hell...my imagination was very active!

- - -

At lunch, only two of the guys I'd been hanging with were at my table.
I kept watching the exit of the food line to see if the brothers would
come.  Lo and behold, they finally came.  They came right to our
table.

"You're the new dude right?"

I shook my head.  Idiots!  They'd been introduced to me already a few
days before.  Fuck, though...they were finally talking to me.

"I'm Lee...this is my bro Derek."

So the tallest one was Derek.  I tried to act normal but I felt my
face flushing as I spoke back to him.  I told him I was from the city.
Derek started talking to me as well.  It was the first time I'd seen
them pause while eating to speak with anyone all week.   Each had
gorgeous hazel eyes.  Their faces were slightly freckled.  Derek sat
next to Lee and me right across from me.

It was Derek who had met my stare in the locker room two days before.
I wondered if he remembered as they began digging into their food.
Lasagna was the main meal of the day and each of them had double
helpings with a pile of wheat rolls on top.  Lee opened his first
carton of chocolate milk and downed it in one long gulp.  He squashed
the carton in his big hand and burped extremely loud.  I smelled his
breath and my cock twitched.

The two of them loudly gulped as they ate.  They ate like they had
been starved.   No wonder one of them laid such a huge shit pile the
other day--they ate a ton of food.  I tried to not think of them naked
or the toilet primo shit pile I'd found.  When another guy joined our
table they started talking about some TV show and I tuned out.

In the last five minutes of our lunch break, I stared at the clock and
hoped the day would go by quickly.  As the brothers talked about
sports with the other jock, I felt Lee's beefy denim covered leg press
against mine.  I figured it was just because there was no room at the
cramped table.  I didn't move because I liked it and so I didn't
attract attention.  When they stood up to leave, Lee patted me on the
back.

"Catch you again later in P.E. dude".

Then they were gone.  My mouth went dry.

- - -

During the next class, the words of Lee's last sentence haunted me.
So he remembered me from P.E. class--and was his leg brush a gesture
of some kind?  My dick hoped so but my brain thought it was all just
wishful thinking.

When P.E. came finally, I hurried as fast as I could to try to watch
either or both of them undress.  My fucking English class was on
extreme opposite end of the school campus.  Just as I walked into the
locker area I saw those shorts going up both of their asses from
behind.  What hot asses they were!  I swore one of them looked back at
me as I passed.

- - -

As before, our coach put us through grueling exercises.  We worked in
teams and I chose a familiar face to work with--Blake.  He was a little
jaded and sarcastic, but I felt he was pretty cool.  When we did sit
ups, I held his feet.  I counted aloud and stared off in the distance.
I was scoping out the brothers working together.  I wondered how they
could endure that exercise and then go work all evening standing on
their feet for hours.  When I looked down, Blake was staring up at me.
He kept on doing sit-ups, but closed his eyes.  Was he watching me
watch the brothers?

I kept looking into his eyes even though they were closed to gauge his
reaction, but he finished his sit-ups and it was my turn to be
tortured.  I didn't last nearly as long as him and it killed me to
look weak.  However, I'd only been in the class for a week.  I put it
in my mind to outdo him someday.

After the coach released us, I numbly walked to my locker and stripped
off my workout clothes.  I was too tired to think of sex.  I saw the
brothers in the distance but didn't really pay attention.  Blake
plopped down next to me and started bitching about all the homework he
had.  When he slipped off his socks I noticed he had beautiful feet.
His toes were slim, nails perfectly clipped, and when he crossed his
leg I saw the underside was totally smooth.

I looked down at my own feet and covered up the callused side of one
with the other.  I heard Jasper bitching about his rights and why he
shouldn't have gotten a speeding ticket.  His country drawl was
irritating to hear.  I just wanted to go home, take a hot shower, eat,
jack off, and nap.  As I pulled my jeans on I thought about how cold
and windy it was outside and I dreaded the walk home along the
interstate highway.  I bundled up and grabbed my stuff.  I headed out
and wanted to get the walk over with fast.

- - -

Just outside, the fierce wind blasted my face.  I pulled my ski cap
down as far as it would go and covered my face with my gloved hands.
Cars sped past me on the feeder road.  My boots rolled over the loose
gravel on the shoulder of the road.  I heard a car slowing down and
then I jumped when its horn honked.

"Dude, get your ass in the truck!  It's fucking thirty degrees out
here!" A voice called.

In a beat up pickup, I saw Derek's face.  Just beside him was Lee.
Lee hopped out and pointed to the seat.  I jumped in and Lee shoved
his big lug of a body next to me.  I was sandwiched between the to
studs.

The immediate change in temperature was such a relief.  I smelled
cheap deodorant mixed with cheap cologne...a product of the shower they
just took together.

"Where do you live dude?"

"I live in those apartments behind the Motel Six."

I noticed they had on their work uniforms as before but with winter
coats over them.

"We'll take you there...it's on our way."

The car seemed to be filled with testosterone in a tangent way.  I
smelled the odor of the old truck interior mixed with their scents.  I
stared ahead and enjoyed being squashed between the two of them.
Country music blared on the radio and Lee was singing to it.   The
truck moved quickly up the road and in a minute or so we were driving
up to my apartments.

"Thank a million guys...I really owe you one!"

I saw Derek's head barely turn but in the corner of my eye I noticed
he winked at Lee.  His face had a devious grin on it.  After stepping
onto the pavement, I reached back into the truck and shook their hands
separately.  Derek's shake was fast and firm.  Lee's handshake was
firm but he didn't let go right away.  He looked me right in the eye
then released his tight grip.  He smiled and winked.  I grabbed my
backpack and quickly got out of the car.  As they drove off I felt my
dick tenting up in my jeans.  I was too cold to care and walked up to
our door with an obvious hard on.

Dad wasn't home when I got there.  I wasn't sure where he was but I
was awful horny.  I sat on his bed and pulled out my dick and spat on
it.  I furiously began jerking over a fantasy of the brothers.  I
thought of them driving me off the main road and into a field.  I
fantasized I was confused and got upset asking them where they were
taking me.  I imagined them tackling me the seat.  I shot my load all
over my wrist and dad's bed.

I heard the front door being unlocked.  I bolted up and put my cock
away and hurried to the bathroom.  I flushed the toilet and came out
into the living room casually.

"Hey dad," I said coolly.

"Hey bud.  You hungry?  Let's go to Denny's for dinner."

With no time to recover, I grabbed my jacket and headed out the door with him.

- - -

The next day at school I looked for them at lunch and found them
already there before me.  I was sure after I got through the line that
they'd be done and gone, but to my luck they were still eating.  Each
had a pile of food as usual, but they seemed to be taking their time
eating.

"Hey man!"

I nodded back to Derek.  I sat down next to him.

"I think I saw you at Denny's," he said. "It's across the street from
Taco Bell."

"Yeah, I had dinner there with my dad."

"We were so fucking bored yesterday evening."

He stopped to eat and drink.

Derek continued, "It was so damn slow because of the weather."

I just shrugged and began eating.  As I ate, Derek's bicep grazed my
arm.  I wanted to grab his arm and feel it up--I had thing for dudes
with muscular upper arms.  As I ate, I felt his leg bump against my
knee.  I didn't move.  I looked up and Lee was looking directly into
my eyes.

"This is fucking delicious!" he said.

He licked his lips and took another bite.  His eyes didn't leave mine.
I wondered if these guys were fucking with me...like testing to see if I
was a homo.  Next thing I knew I'd probably get beaten up after
school.  I looked down at my food and pretended to be unaffected.

No one spoke as we ate.  My dick swelled in my pants after Derek's leg
remained against my own.  I was relieved when the bell rang.  When I
stood up I realized my pits were sweating like crazy under my jacket.
I wanted to go beat off someplace but I had to get to class.

 - - -

During gym class, someone pointed up to the high windows and we saw it
was snowing.

"Fuck! I have to walk home in this shit!" I complained.

Blake was next to me.

"Sorry I don't have a car man...I ride the bus.  At least you don't live
so far out of town as I do."

He'd told me since that he lived on a small farm.  I was glad I didn't
live as far but I sure as hell would ride a bus before walking home in
the snow.  I thought about asking the brothers for a ride but didn't
want to look so desperate.  I continued to endure our workout.

As we headed to the showers, I realized asking the brothers for a ride
would be a perfect excuse to walk to them and see them naked up close.
I went to my locker until I saw them walk to theirs.  Once they began
kicking off their sneakers, I walked up to them.

"Hey guys, can you give a me a ride again...sorry to sound like a pussy
but it's fuckin' snowing out there."

Derek pulled off his shorts and Lee peeled his sweaty shirt away.  Off
came his shorts.  Before either of them answered me they were totally
naked.

"Sure man...its no problem."

"Yeah we can do it".

Each of them stood there naked with no modesty.  Derek scratched his
balls...then he sniffed his fingers. It was done so fast that I doubted
anyone noticed.  Everyone else was in a state of undress trying to get
dressed again or was headed to the showers.

"Cool--thanks!"

My mouth went dry and I felt my dick swell.  I hurried back to my
locker and tried to not watch them.  In the corner of my eye I watched
as they walked off to the showers.  I wanted to join both of them but
had no towel.  Then again, they had no towels.  They just dried off
under the hand dryer or used their gym shorts to sponge dry.

I dressed quickly and then waited in the hall for them to emerge.  I
nervously got a drink from the water fountain and stood idly.  Finally
they came out in their uniforms and winter clothes.  I followed them
out to their truck.

While driving out of the campus, Lee cut a loud fart.  It sounded so
hard I wondered if hurt his asshole.  Then the car filled with the
intoxicating smell of his insides.  I tried to not react but I inhaled
deeply.  My penis hardened.  I figured one of them would start
laughing or joke about it, but neither spoke.  Derek fiddled with the
radio and left it on a classic rock station.  They both sang to the
oldie like it was karaoke night.  As I looked over at Derek, he
grinned.  I just laughed.  They both seemed like dumb rednecks while
singing.

Then before I knew it, I was home and got out of the car.  Dad wasn't
home yet so I beat off more quickly than the day before.

- - -

When Friday finally came, I was ready for it.  The weather was still
freezing and more bad weather was expected.  The coach had us just
work out with weights that day so there weren't any harsh exercises to
keep up with.  As I worked on my legs in one of the old machines, I
looked over and watched Derek spotting for his brother while he did
chest presses.  I wondered if the two of them jacked off together.
Everyone had fantasies of brothers fucking...they were mine.  I tried to
not stare at them and just looked out at the dismal gray weather
through the dirty window.

Just before we headed to the locker room, Lee came up behind me.

"Hey dude...we're going for pizza after work.  Why don't you join us?
We don't work on Fridays."

"Okay, cool."

I was ecstatic.  I waited for them out in the hall like before but
felt kind of nasty and clammy.  Maybe I should have showered with
them.  I imagined them offering to soap me up like they did each
other.  Just then they burst out of the locker room and I snapped out
of my daydream.

I said, "That was fast!"

"Oh we didn't shower...no work--no need to bathe!"

 - - -

We ate pizza in town and spent over an hour as they talked about
sports and other dull stuff.  They sounded like two hillbilly dudes
gabbing about straight guy topics.  As usual, they ate a ton of
food--even more so than at school.

"You should come over tonight and hang out.  Dad's not gonna be around.

I'd had tuned out of their babbling but that got my attention.

"I gotta call my dad and tell him."

I got up and used the pay phone.  Dad answered groggily.

"Where you been man?" he asked.

I explained that I'd gone to eat pizza with two friends and they'd
invited me to spend the evening at their place.  I was sure he was
drunk.  He babbled and agreed to let me do it.  Part of me felt badly
for leaving him alone and drunk, the other half felt rebellious and
mad.  I walked back to our table.

"All's good," I said.

- - -

When we walked into their old country home, I smelled pipe tobacco and
greasy food.  The floors creaked badly and it was cold.  Derek walked
over to their space heater and lit it.  Soon the heater was filled
with blue flames.  It began to feel warm around it but beyond that I
could feel a draft.  I looked around and noticed the curtains looked
ancient and faded.  Everything in the house looked decades old.

Once I was on the couch, Lee sat caddy corner to me on another chair
and stuck his boot out.

"Gimme a pull dude!"

He was asking me to help pull off his boots.  I grabbed his foot and
gripped the boot firmly.  After a heave, it gave and slid off.  Moist
air wafted out of the boot and filled my nostrils.  It smelled of wet
leather and feet.  I gladly helped him pull off the other one.  Derek
had on tennis shoes and kicked them into a corner behind the couch.
Each of them pulled off their jackets and unbuttoned their flannel
shirts.  They guys almost looked like twins.  Their tight jeans and
white t-shirts looked painted on.

"Get comfortable man!"

I slipped off my Doc Martens after unlacing them.  Lee picked them up
and looked at them closely.

"Badass boots man--where did you get them?"

I gave them the name of the Dallas store that he'd never heard of.  He
just had a confused look on his face.  Derek sat on the couch next to
me and put his arm on the back of the couch.  I turned around and
caught his brother with his face in my left boot.  He gave no excuse
for it and just put it down on the floor with the other one.

After discarding my boot, Lee flipped a wooden box open and took out a
cigar.  He grabbed a lighter from next to the box and lit it.  He
puffed several puffs of the cigar smoke into my face.  Then he handed
it to me.  I'd smoked cigarettes--even joints...but never a cigar.  I
remembered reading that you shouldn't inhale.  So, I sucked in to fill
my mouth, held it, and then blew it out.  I had the urge to cough but
didn't want to look weak in front of these two big dudes.

Derek scooted closer to me on the couch and before I knew it, his arm
was behind my shoulders instead of resting on the back of the couch.
With his free hand he took the cigar from me.  Little by little, his
arm slid onto my shoulder until it was an actual hug.  He turned to me
and blew smoke into my face.  I felt dizzy.

He handed the cigar back to me and spoke as I took another puff.

"You want to smell my brother's asshole?"

I coughed when I tried to speak.  He moved his hand from my shoulder
up to my mouth as if to gently shut me up.

"No man it's cool.  I saw you go back after his shit.  I thought I
dropped my wallet in the stall and went back to get it...but I saw you
creep back in before I came around the corner.  I looked over the wall
and saw you touch his turd."

My face felt hot as it blushed.

"Duh man...I'm taller than that stall wall.  I just looked right over it
from the stall and saw you going for it!"

Instead of panicking...I just burst out laughing.  Then they started
laughing.  Their laughs were goofy and dumb.  I started coughing
again.  Derek moved my face to look at him.

"So you wanna?"

I shrugged and said, "Yeah."

In a heartbeat the cigar was discarded.  They stood and pulled off
their shirts in unison.   Each of them ripped off their jeans leaving
them rolled up and wrong side out on the floor.  Each of them stood
before me wearing only socks with holes in them.  Their cocks hardened
as soon as they were set free.  I just dropped to my knees before them
and just gawked at their hot bods.

Lee got on the floor on his hands and knees.  His brother sat on him
as if he was playing "horsey" backwards.  Derek faced me.  He looked
so fuckin' hot naked with his cock standing straight up with his
brother's ass between his legs.  With Derek's legs hanging on each
side of Lee's torso, he pulled his brother's ass cheeks apart.  A
puffed out hole was exposed with a light ring of hairs around it.  I
slowly moved toward it with my nose guiding me.

On my knees, I scooted up close and put my face in Lee's hot crack.
Derek grabbed my head and forced it in there.  There was a sexy and
fresh funk in there.  I took a deep huff and sighed.  It smelled like
ass and armpit.

"Smells good don't it?" he asked as he pulled the cheeks further apart.

I mumbled, "yeah".

I'd never had sex with anyone but I just instinctively knew what to
do.  I put my mouth over those puffy ass lips and began sucking them.
Lee moaned.  Saliva drooled down my chin as I munched that hot hole.
It tasted kind of salty and felt so smooth on my tongue.  Lust rose in
me and I crammed my tongue into his butt as far as it could go.  When
his brother gripped my head and held it there my tongue grazed against
the tip of a turd.  I tasted the familiar flavor of bitter shit. I
tried to dive in deeper but my tongue broke the tip off.

Derek let go of my head and I huffed and puffed to get my breath back.
He patted me on the head like I did a good job.  I felt dizzier than
before and tried to control my breathing.  Just then Lee let out a
tremulous fart that even moved some of the hair that was hanging over
my eyes.

"Smell good huh?" he asked as his head craned to see around his
brother on his back.

"Yeehaw!" Derek shouted.

He slapped his brother's big ass.  Lee began running around on his
hands and knees with brother riding backwards on top of him.  It
looked so comical!  As Lee moved around on his knees Derek slapped his
ass.  Finally Lee bucked him off.  Derek flew sideways and hit his
head on the wall.  I thought it was funny but he stood up mad and
glared at his brother.  The next thing I knew he tackled him.  They
were really fighting.
Derek was about to raise his arm over Lee and punch him but I yelled out.

"Fuck man, break it up!"

Derek stood there with his hand over his brother frozen in that
position.  I saw the sweaty curly hair bunched up in his armpit.  I
fell next to him and started eating his pit out.  With his brother
pinned between his legs, he grabbed my head and pinned me down on top
of Lee.  My head was totally locked with my nose tight against his
armpit.  I rubbed my nose in it and sucked on the wet hairs.  I felt
someone unzipping my pants and freeing my dick.  One of them was
jacking my dick.

I was kept in the position for a couple of minutes.  I could barely
breathe.  When I was finally dropped, I fell on my back.  The two of
two them completely stripped me.  After I was fully nude, their mouths
went all over my body.  They licked under my arms, sucked on my tits,
sucked on my toes, and finally ate out my ass.

Getting rimmed for the first time was so spectacular.  The two of them
took turns tongue fucking my hole as I lay on my stomach in a daze.
One of them reached under me and pulled my dick backwards so it was
between my legs pointing towards my feet.  Someone sucked on my cock
while the other ate ass.  I felt two fingers being forced into my hole
after the rimming was done.  Whoever was sucking pulled off and I felt
a hand milking my cock.  The fingers in my ass dug harder.  It hurt
but in combination with the hand job, I started spewing jizz all over.

I felt a mouth get back on my penis to suck up the cum.  The fingers
pulled out of my ass.  I rolled over and saw Derek sucking brown
fingers.  Lee had my cum dripping down his chin!

"Come on bro...let's give him what he really came for!"

With me on my back, Derek squatted over me while his brother crouched
down to see the action up close.  Farts blasted and the asshole
hovering over me vibrated as it opened.  A wonderful smell blew into
my nose.  I sucked in the air with my open mouth.  Another fart
whistled with a high-pitched squeal and his ass lips protruded
thickly.  It was like he was giving birth.  His hole opened more and
the end of a fat turd popped its head out.  I raised my head up to
sniff it.  It was wonderful.

"Lick it dude!" Lee cheered.

I raised my head up and licked the end of it.  It felt really warm.  I
heard him grunt and then another inch slid out.  Lee was on his
stomach on the floor gazing at his brother's emerging turd with a
dopey look on his face.  Derek grunted and another two inches moved
out.  It already looked huge...I thought it was about to plop out but
more shit came.  Eventually it began tapering to a thinner width and
hung over me like a tail.  Derek shook his ass and it swung back and
forth from its softer root that was still connected to him.  After
another grunt, softer shit spat out around it and it fell onto my face
with a hard thud.

I raised my arm to grab it but Lee held it down.  Instead, he picked
up the turd and lowered it into my mouth with the thick and most solid
part going in first.  I opened my mouth wide to let it enter.  It was
so fat that it grazed my back teeth. I clamped my mouth firmly on it
and sucked on it.  Its taste was almost metallic with bitter notes but
I sucked harder on it and dug my front teeth into it gently.  Derek
stood up and admired his work.

"Hot man!"

Lee moved between my legs and started licking my ass and nut sack.
Derek squatted down and took the other end of his turd and we each
gave it head.  He held onto it after pulling off but moved his mouth
to my ear and whispered.

"Take a bite buddy...do it!"

I dug my teeth into the solid chunk and severed it from the turd.  He
pulled out the log and placed it on my chest.  Lee went down on my
cock.

"Chew it up man!"

The combination of having a mouthful of jock shit and getting a
blowjob was overpowering.  I chewed at his command and it turned into
a mushy paste.

"Come on...swallow that shit!"

In one hard and fast gulp, I swallowed and the mushy lump was in my
throat.  It was too firm to have swallowed and I was about to gag.
Sensing my dilemma, Derek moved his fat dick over my mouth.

"Open up!"

I opened my mouth and he drained piss into my mouth.  I swallowed over
and over and the liquid helped flush the shit down my esophagus.  I
sighed with relief.  I ran my tongue over my teeth and felt chunks of
shit stuck there.

"Take another bite!"

He held the softer end of the turd to my lips and I bit a chunk off.
The soft end tasted good and was really smooth.  I swallowed that bite
easily and stuck out my tongue for more.  I took another bite and
chewed it up.  The smoother shit was better than the hard chunky tip
I'd started on.  Lesson learned.  I opened my mouth before swallowing
and nodded toward Derek's dick.  He understood and moved it over to
spray more warm piss down my throat.  I put my mouth around his dick
and felt his piss flow increase.  I was nearly choking again but this
time from piss.  When his was done he pulled off.

"Look at his mouth bro!" he said to Lee.

Lee moved over and lay next to me.

"Man your mouth is all shitty!"

After saying that, his own mouth moved onto mine and his tongue filled
my mouth.  I'd never kissed anyone but I soon caught on and returned
the tongue.  We were making out with shit slime still all in my mouth.
I looked up and saw Derek cramming the rest of his turd into his big
mouth.  His cheeks were puffed out and he sloppily chewed that mess.
Shit spit dripped out of his mouth and went down his chin.  He was
eating it like it was the school lasagna.  He looked up and his neck
bulged as he swallowed hard twice.  Then he stuck out his tongue to
show an empty mouth.

He belched a guttural and violent burp.  Then he smiled big.  He
looked so gorgeous with an idiot expression, big grin, and shit around
his mouth.

"You got more dude?" his brother asked.

"You check and see!"

Lee rammed two fat fingers up his brother's asshole and dug around
aggressively. When he pulled out, a huge lump of brown sludge slid
out.

"Looks like we got it all!"

Lee scooped up the shit and raised it to his brother's mouth.  I was
jacking off and was about to cum again. Derek sucked on the shitty
fingers and took the soft lump of shit into his mouth.  The two of
them began shit-kissing sloppily while I shot my load.  Just then, a
short man with a shaved head stood in front of us and I jumped as he
spoke.

"Damn guys...you couldn't wait for dinner until I got home?"

To be continued.