Date: Sat, 9 Jul 2016 14:00:41 -0500
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Redneck Brothers And Shit Pt 10

Redneck Brothers And Shit Pt 10

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Blake sat in the truck while I walked up to the front door of my
house.  Well, mom's house--but not for much longer.  I glanced back at
the SOLD sign in the yard as I knocked.  My mom came to the door and
opened the storm door quickly after she saw it was I.

My mom hugged me really hard.  For the moment, I forgot any ill
feelings I had about her.  She started talking fast about how worried
she'd been about me and asked why I didn't return her calls.  I lied
and said our phone had been messed up and caller ID didn't work.

I wondered why she didn't mention the photo that dad and me had mailed
to her a week before (a short note was inserted saying "doing fine...all
is good" but had the pic of my Mohawk haircut).  Surprisingly, she
said nothing about my hair.  I looked back and saw Blake sitting in
his hot truck.  I was starting to sweat.

"Mom, I got a buddy out here.  We're passing through and I wanted to
say hello.  I can't stay."

She looked disappointed.  She quickly told me there were boxes of my
stuff in the garage that she had been trying to contact me about so I
could pick them up.  She opened the garage and I motioned to Blake to
get out.  He helped me carry about six cardboard boxes of stuff to the
bed of the truck.  Then he waited there for me.

Mom said, "I'm moving to my new apartment in Fort Worth next week.
I'll call you when I get settled in.   Please come see me...and tell
your dad hello for me."

The last comment was kind of odd.  I hugged her goodbye and kissed her
on the cheek.  Then I numbly walked back to the truck and got in.
Blake pulled away from the house and drove toward the area we'd come
from.  I noticed he had pulled a tarp over the boxes.

"Thanks for covering the boxes.  You farm boys are prepared for
everything."

He laughed.

"Where do you want to go now?"

I didn't answer.  I just stared out the window at my old neighborhood.
I regretted never telling old friends goodbye.  Did they care?  I
wondered where they were all out.  Probably sitting inside under a
cool air conditioner--unlike me.

"You okay man?"

`Yeah, yeah...just take that road up here and go left."

My directions led us downtown.  Once there, we just drove around and
looked at people and buildings.  He thought it was all really cool.
It wasn't anything new for me.  But I was curious about another part
of town.

"Pull over by that man!"

He slowed down to a corner where a man in a tie stood waiting to cross
the street.  I spoke to him from my window.

"Sir, do you know how to get to Love Field from here?"

He told us the general direction to travel and where to turn off that
street.  I told him thanks and we headed out of the area.  I knew
where I wanted to go, but didn't know how to get there.  I just knew
it was on the same road as the local city airport.

Blake looked down at the fuel gauge in the truck.  I saw it was less
than half a tank full.

"I have some cash for gas dude...don't worry."

He nodded back.  We saw a plane overheard flying extremely low to
approach an unseen runway.

"Holy shit!" he gasped.

"Yeah, they land pretty close to the houses huh?"

"Hell yeah...and it's loud as fuck!" he agreed.

"Turn down that way and keep going until I say."

"Yes sir!" he mocked.

After several blocks of condominiums and apartments, we entered a
small area with shopping strips and some restaurants.

"Park there!"

He pulled into a parking place in front of a gift shop.  It wasn't
open yet...nor where any of the other businesses around it.

"Where are we?"

"This is where all the gay clubs are...so I've heard."

He looked uneasy.

"Don't worry...we're not going inside one.  We're not old enough anyway.
I just wanna sit here and look.  I saw a convenience store back
there...let's get something to drink.  Are you too chicken to get out?"

"Hell no!"

We rolled up the windows and he locked the truck.  We walked down a
sidewalk past a record store, a gift shop, and a clothing store.
Nothing was open so early on Sunday morning except for a small
restaurant across the street.  It had outdoor tables filled mostly
with men.  I could smell delicious breakfast odors and my stomach
growled.  We crossed a street and headed up to the Stop N Go store.

I got us drinks and some chips.  Once back outside, a skinny guy with
sores on his face tried to ask us for money.  I ignored him.  Blake
wasn't sure what to say and looked at me.  I motioned for him to
follow me.  Instead of walking back to the truck, we walked through
the neighborhood behind the stores.   We found some cement steps to
sit by some tiny old apartments.

"It's a nice neighborhood," I said.

"Yeah, it's old but looks nice."

As I ate my Doritos, a stunning man came walking his dog along the
sidewalk.  He had a tight t-shirt and shorts that showcased his very
nice body and legs.  His hair was spiked up.  He looked too dressed up
just to be walking a dog.

"Hey guys!" he said as he passed us.

We said hello back.  His voice was effeminate but he was handsome and
smelled good.  On the other side of the road, a cute sweaty and
shirtless jogger passed us.  He was free-balling.  His dick bounced
around in the loose jogging shorts.

"I could live here!" I joked.

"Are you horny AGAIN?" Blake said.

"Yeah man...I stay horny most all the time."

"Yeah, I do too.  I beat off every night...and out in the barn when no
one is awake."

I didn't bring up anything about his dog...but I wanted to know more
about him besides his sexual kinks.

"So you enjoyed us fooling around?"

He turned away but answered.

"Yeah...it was really cool."

"I enjoyed it.  I'd like to have sex with you again Blake."

His face turned red.  He looked down the street as a convertible left
a stop sign.

"Why are you so embarrassed?  It's just us here.  No one can hear
us...if you haven't notice we're surrounded by gay men right now."

"I know," he said.  "I've never talked to anyone about this before.  I
think my parents would disown me if they ever found out."

He looked down at his feet.  I was making him uncomfortable.  I sipped my drink.

"Your body is hot as fuck!" he spat out.

I smiled and didn't reply.

"And you sucked my dick really good!"

His face was flushed and pink.

"Thank you farm boy...you're quite a number yourself--and I don't think
you realize that!"

I swallowed the rest of my cola and smashed the plastic bottle.  I stood up.

"Let's get out of here.  I just wanted to know what this place looked
like.  Who knows...maybe I'll buy you a drink here someday."

"You don't drink..."

"Okay...we'll come dancing stoned out of our minds!"

He stood up and I slapped him on the ass as we walked away.  We walked
the opposite direction we came from to make a circle heading back to
his truck.  I felt melancholy.  He opened the door for me and I hopped
in.  He walked around and got inside.

I was with a dude I really liked.  It would be nice to spend the whole
day with him--but the heat was oppressive.  I remembered about the
boxes in the bed of the truck behind me.  I wanted to talk to my dad.

"Let's just go home...but after I pay to fill your tank."

- - -

We rode back out of the city and onto the interstate highway.  I felt
a little depressed.  My mood lightened up a little when Blake started
singing to the country music playing on the radio.  We'd both taken
our shirts off before getting on the freeway.  It did little to stop
the heat.

"You have a nice voice, Farm Boy.  Maybe you should be in choir
instead of P.E.!"

He kept singing and flipped me off.  His white ribs glistened with
sweat.  Perspiration dripped from his armpit like tears down smooth
and pale skin and disappeared as it rolled to his back.  I felt my own
dripping down my my neck and behind my ears.  I wished I had shaved my
entire head at the moment...it would have felt cooler.

As he sang, I put my hand on his leg.  He didn't flinch at all.  I
just sat there with my eyes closed.  My hand stayed on his
denim-covered leg until I felt the truck slowing down.  I opened my
eyes and we were exiting the highway.  I smelled the sexy scent of a
fart blow past me.  He made no changes in his facial expression after
passing the silent gas.  Maybe he thought I didn't noticed.  I licked
my lips.

"Almost home!" I said.

He turned down the radio after the noise of the wind and the engine
had died down.  Our apartments were up ahead.  As he drove up to the
stop sign, I impulsively reached over and pulled his face to mine for
a very fast kiss on the lips.  It wasn't too mushy or girlie...just a
quick one.

"What was that for?"

"For being so cool...thank you for the ride to Dallas."

He drove off the highway and turned onto the access road.   Finally,
we turned into my apartments.

"You wanna come in for a bite to eat?  A cool shower?  I've got a dry
t-shirt you can borrow."

"Naw man...I gotta clean the pigsty on Sundays."

I wondered how good he would look in just his boots covered in pig
shit and mud...my dick hardened.

"I had a good time despite your parents' surprise.  I wanna hang out
again...if you know what I mean!"

I winked at him.

"That would be cool!" he said.

He looked tired and hot.

"Let me get you a bottle of water...I'll be right back."

I ran inside and pulled two bottles from the fridge.  I hurried back
out to him and told him goodbye.

"Wait, your boxes!"

I'd forgotten about them.  He put the truck in park and slipped his
shirt back on.  I pulled mine on and he started pulling back the tarp.
After two trips the boxes were on my doorstep.  He waved as he drove
away.  I unlocked the door and started taking the boxes inside.

"What's all this?" dad said.

- - -

I told dad about Blake and I taking an impulsive trip to Dallas after
his parents came home.  I didn't tell him about our sex or about us
smoking pot.  He was mostly interested in what I had to say about my
mother.

"I got yesterday's mail...your letter to mom came back.  I'd put the
wrong street number on it."

"You're getting old dad...losing your memory."

"You know...long ago I though I'd grow old in that house with your
mother.  I'm sorry things turned out the way they did."

"No dad...everything is fine."

I hugged him.

"You're a little ripe there son."

"Sorry...we never showered after P.E. and then we sweated like pigs in
that damn truck."

"Oh, I don't mind it at all!  But you might feel better if you took a
cool shower," dad suggested.

He had on clothes but they were quickly off.  I pulled off my sweaty
clothes and tossed them in the laundry basket.  His hand was on my ass
as we walked into the bathroom.  He turned on the water and I noticed
his dick was fully hard.

"You're horny dad! That's hot!"

"Well I had to go two days without it!"

Dad pulled my arm up and sniffed under it.  He was digging my nasty
pits!  I turned the knobs to adjust the water's temperature.  I turned
it as cool as possible without being uncomfortable.  Dad soaped me up
from behind and slid his slick hands all over me.  I was tired and his
touch was really nice.  He soaped up my hole and spent a little while
playing with it.  I figured he didn't care if I was clean or not, but
the shower was an excuse to touch each other and fool around--I had no
problem with that!

I soaped dad all over but I skipped his ass.  If we were going to play
I didn't want all of his essence washed away.  He didn't seem to
notice. We shampooed each other and then rinsed off.  We didn't bother
drying off.  He pulled me to the bedroom and I plopped down on my
back.  Dad went straight to my cock.

I put my hands behind my head as he sucked my dick fully and expertly.
He played with my ball sac with his rough fingers and it sent chills
over me.  I liked it especially when he sucked both of my nuts into
his mouth and put pressure on them.  Then a finger ran against my
asshole and I sighed.  I motioned for dad to move his dick to me and
we got into a sixty-nine.  Dad was on top.

I kept my hands to my sides as he slowly fucked my mouth.  I was in
heaven as he sucked me in a steady rhythm.  I didn't hold off when I
eventually felt my orgasm coming.  I just moaned and let dad have it.
He growled as he sucked me.

"You ready too dad?" I said.

"Hell yeah!"

I pushed his hips up and jacked his penis off quickly.  Dad didn't
take so long this time.  As his thick cum started blasting, I aimed it
for my face.  I let a couple of squirts to land on my lips and nose
before taking him back in my mouth to swallow the rest.  His cum
tasted delicious as always.  Then he fell on his side.

"Come kiss me dad!"

Dad sat up and stretched.  He lowered himself beside me.

"Lick your cum off me dad!"

He grinned devilishly.

He stuck his tongue out and took long licks up my chin and across my
nose.  We kissed in between additional face licking.

"I love you dad...you're so sexy!"

"Sexier than that hot and sweaty boy that brought your boxes home?" he joked.

"You're both sexy...in different ways!"

He wasn't jealous or anything.  And that was what was so cool about
it.  I could have sex with a friend and I could tell my dad about
it--while having sex with my dad!

"Yeah dad, we fooled around.  We could have done more but his mom and
dad came home early.  That's why we split."

Dad nibbled on my neck and sucked on my Adam's apple.  One of his
hands tweaked my tit.  As dad fondled me, I told him about the visit
to my mom's.

Next, we talked about me getting a job.  School was out in a couple of
weeks for the summer and I felt it was time I pulled my weight.  He
encouraged me to go apply at as many local places as possible.  His
words motivated me.

- - -

The next two weeks were busy with studying for school final exams.
The bro's worked the weekend in between and Black was busy repairing a
fence with his dad (or something like that).  I was bored evenings
when dad wasn't home.  Most nights, I jacked off with my shit.  Some
nights I ate my whole load...others I just smeared up and jacked.  It
seemed I was totally hooked on shit play.

At school, if I had to take a shit, I would shit a nugget into my hand
and stick it in my mouth.  If it was soft shit, I would dig my middle
finger in my hole enough to coat it and suck it clean before leaving
the stall.  I thought about walking down the hall between classes
sucking on a nugget, but I knew I'd be too hard to be inconspicuous.

Instead of sucking on shit walking down the hall...I tried another
scenario.  On one rainy afternoon I knew we'd be staying in the gym,
so I tried to hold my dump until P.E. class started.  I went to shit
during class.  While all the guys were in the gym doing stretches, I
went to go shit.  I pushed one gumball-sized dookie into my hand and
sniffed it.  Just before eating it, I thought of something different.

I pulled up my shorts (didn't bother wiping anymore) and headed to the
weight room where everyone had moved.  I walked up to Lee and reached
out to shake his hand. My thumb covered the nugget and no one was near
us.

"Hey brother...how's it going?" I said.

He reached out to shake my hand.  Just before I passed the nugget to
him I whispered very low, "In my hand, check it out!"

When our hands touched, he felt it.  I pulled my hand away after the
handshake and he curled his up around it.

"Eat it!" I whispered.

He looked stunned for a second and then acted like he was yawning.  He
popped the piece of shit in his mouth and swallowed.  Then he grinned
big.

"Nice!" I said.

Now that it was over, he had a devilish look on his face.  He looked
over at his bro and then back at me.  I knew he was feeling he pulled
one over on his brother by denying him the treat.

"Thanks man!" he said.

Then he went back to his brother.  Derek was waiting impatiently for
him to spot him at the chest press station.  I admired their bodies as
I fumbled to set weights for another machine.

"You've done it with him haven't you?"

Blake said that very quietly behind me.  I didn't react to it because
just after he said it three guys moved next to us.  It was Chester,
the blabbermouth and his two cronies.  I rolled my eyes as I heard
Chester starting to talk about politics.

Blake looked down as I sat on the bench and started my shoulder
presses.  We faced a mirror and he stared right into my eyes.  Why did
he care so much if I was fooling around with the brothers?  I wondered
if he was jealous or turned on by the thought.  Maybe he just was
curious.  After all, he hated them for beating him up years before.  I
never answered him and he never had a private moment to ask again.  I
wasn't ready to tell him about having sex with Derek and Lee anyway.
It was my business.

- - -

I didn't stop thinking about turds and shit play when dad was around.
I thought more about it instead.  I wondered how I could get him to
try something nasty with me.  Whenever he was home, I made all
possible efforts to interrupt him taking a shit.

One evening I even told him as he was taking a dump that the toilet
was fucked up and he probably shouldn't flush it until we called the
maintenance guy.   I managed to sneak into the bathroom and take
chunks of his shit out and smear them around in my fingers before
washing them off really fast.

Because of my ruse, the toilet was filled with un-flushed piss and
shit from both of us by the next morning.   When I pretended to give
it a "test flush" it flushed perfectly.  Good to know that trick
worked.  From that point on, I never closed the bathroom door again no
matter what I had to do--piss, shit, fart...all of it.  I made sure dad
heard me blasting farts.

It was in bed one night that I finally was able to bring up the topic.
It was the last day of school and dad took me out to eat.  We were
relaxing naked on the bed after a dinner of steak, potatoes, greens,
etc.  Our bellies were full.  Dad's hands were behind his head and I
was on my back with a leg draped over his.  I felt it coming and
pushed hard to make it dramatic.

PFFFFTTTT!

My fart burst out loud

"Damn son...you gonna blow a hole in the bed if you keep that up!" he joked.

"Sorry dad...my belly is full and I'm makin' room!

He laughed.  I farted again.  This one stunk a little more.  He didn't
wave his hand or anything.  He just lay back like nothing happened.

"I think farts are hot!" I boldly said.

"Oh yeah?" he said...amused.

"Yeah man...the guys like it when I fart when they're eating me out."

"That's really kinky Max."

"Would you do that for me dad?"

He shrugged his shoulders.

"That's really different...but I guess I could."

"Good because I wanna eat your ass right now!"

"I'm too full for sex buddy!"

"Don't worry about jacking off or anything dad, just let me eat you
out while you watch TV and kick back."

"Well, okay."

Dad rolled on his side...sort of in a fetal position.  His balls stuck
out between his legs.  I put my feet on the pillow end and rolled over
on my side to wedge my face in his awesome crack.  His hole smelled
musky and delicious.  I pulled his butt apart and my rubbed my nose
all over the sticky skin.  Then I forced my tongue in there good and
munched with my lips.  I planned to open up dad good so his hole would
loosen up and let some hot air out.

Nothing happened for a while except for dad telling me it felt really
good.  His dick stayed hard.  I didn't understand how he was able to
lay there an not jack off.  Eventually he moved onto his stomach and I
lay between his legs.  I pulled the cheeks apart as far as I could.
Then his hole opened up against my mouth and a silent fart blew out.
It was hot and kind of smelled like sulfur.  I sucked it in my mouth
like I was inhaling tobacco smoke.

After he farted, I rammed my tongue in there and just held it there
for a while.  When my jaw ached, I removed it and dad's hole rumbled
with a long and nasty fart.  As it petered out his pucker vibrated and
closed up.  I licked it all over and savored its smell.  My cock had
been rock hard the entire half hour and my had dick drained precum all
over the sheet (a big wet spot was there).

Dad lay back with his eyes closed looking quite relaxed.  I pulled his
balls out from under him and licked at them for a bit.  I ran my hands
up his sides to rest my hands on the left and right of his belly.
Gently, I pressed...then pressed some more.  His guts rumbled inside.
Moved back to his ass.  By fingering his hole and then intermittently
pulling the cheeks apart, I coaxed a couple of more farts out.  The
room stunk like dad's bowels and I loved it totally!

I thought dad was falling asleep, so I sat on my side of the bed and
started masturbating.  I was reeling about how far I'd gotten with dad
that evening.  It was a major step towards revealing my nastier
turn-ons to him.  I decided to push things a bit more.

"Dad, another thing we guys like to do is piss play...is that too kinky for you?"

"Not at all...I've actually had a guy piss in my mouth after a blow job
a the truck stop."

Eureka!  I hit gold again.

"The next time you gotta piss dad...let me have it.  I think it's hot to
have you even wake me up to do it so you don't have to get out of
bed."

"You're a sexual wonder son...you guys must get really wild."

"You don't know the half of it dad...we do everything nasty you can think of."

I moved up to kiss my father.  He was very relaxed and content from
big meal and the hour-long rim job.  Our tongues gently dueled in each
other's mouth.

"You know Max, I think it's hot as hell when you kiss me after eating
my ass.  That's something your mom wouldn't do."

"Mom wouldn't kiss you after eating your ass or mom wouldn't eat your ass?"

He laughed.

"Your mom wouldn't lick past my balls.  Yet if I ate her pussy and
dove deeper she purred like a cat!"

"Oh my god dad...I can't believe you're telling me about this."

"Does it freak you out?"

"No...it's a little weird because it's mom though."

"Well like I said...she was a bit of a wild one back then.  Too bad I
wasn't really into women.  Maybe we'd still be together."

"I like it like it is now dad...just you and me.  And fantastic sex!"

He grabbed me in a bear hug and then started to tickle me like he did
when I was a small kid.  I wasn't so ticklish anymore, but he found
the spots that made me squirm and was merciless.  The entire time my
cock was rock hard.

When I finally broke free, I was out of breath and my pits were sweating.

"You just told me about digging farts...well I have a confession."

"Tell me dad!"

"I love smelling guy's underarms.  Not like when stink when a guy
hasn't bathed for days...but fresh funkiness.  Like when those young
Latino men are loading those trucks--they're all in their twenties.
Their bods are perfect like yours.  Sometimes, they pull of their
uniform shirts and are in undershirts without sleeves.  I like seeing
the black curly hairs under their arms.  Every time I gladly help them
if it means I can get a whiff of that man-smell."

"Wow dad...that's so fucking hot."

"When you come home from school all sweaty from your walk in the
heat...you don't have to shower right away.  Let me have some of it
before you do."

"Hell dad...it's ALL yours!"

We started making out passionately and dad groped my crotch.  He
squeezed my balls playfully until they almost hurt.  It made me
hornier.  His fingers trailed to my hole where his middle finger
pressed inside.

"You wanna fuck me dad?"

"You better believe it son!

I reached over and pulled the lube bottle from the bedside table.  I
lay on my back with legs in the air while dad lubed my hole and his
dick.  He promptly slid his cock inside me and began to fuck.  I
pulled his head down and gripped it hard in my arm.  I forced his face
into my sticky armpit and he started munching on it ravenously.

"Yeah dad...suck my pits out!"

It felt really good to have dad's cock humping my ass while he
serviced my pits.  I made him switch to the other side to like that
one clean too.  After he was done he kissed me and I smelled my body
odor on his face.  His whiskers scraped against my smooth face and it
gave me chills.

Me--I couldn't hold out. I'd been anxious to come for an hour since I'd
started eating his ass.  Jacking off, I spurted on his stomach and my
pubes.  Dad held out for another ten minutes as he got sweaty and hot.
We kissed until he pulled off and started grunting.  His chest pressed
against mine as his hips pumped and he deposited dad-cum into my ass.
The he pulled out with a plop.

"Dad, from now on I'm going to clean your dick after you fuck me like this!"

I moved down and sucked his cock.  He jumped when my mouth touched it,
but I knew to not suck too much on the sensitive head.  I just
engulfed it to get my ass juices off it and to lick off any available
shit.

"Yeah, okay....fuck!"

Dad was really exhausted after that one.  He was semi-snoring in just
a couple of minutes.  I snuggled against him and pulled a sheet over
us.  Then I farted really loud.

- - -

Monday after school was out, I set off on foot and walked to all the
business around our highway exit and collected job applications.  I
got application forms from two fast food places, a convenience store,
a gas station, and a hardware store.   I came home and filled them all
out and immediately took them all back the next day.  I heard nothing
from anyone the rest of the week from those businesses.

I called Derek and Lee's house and finally got hold of Lee.  I decided
to invite them over for the first time to my place.  I didn't care if
dad was there--if anything we could just watch a movie or something and
hang out.  I loved eating shit with them...but that wasn't everything
our friendship was about.  Or was it?  I decided to find out.  I was
curious to bring up--somehow--the experience that Blake told me about
involving the brothers beating the hell out of him.

So, in the middle of the week, I invited them both over.  Dad was gone
and was due in very late, so I thought maybe we could at least have
some oral sex.

I ordered pizza and it was delivered just after they arrived.  We
chitchatted for a while and just joked around.  Dad had cable TV
installed a week before, so we easily found something cool to watch.
While we sat on the couch together (me in the middle) I got kind of
hard.  The body contact alone turned me on.  Brutes they might be--they
might not have been intellectuals--but they were so damn hot to me.

Derek's thick and muscled leg flexed every time he moved and I was
sure the fabric would burst.  I had purposely turned the air
conditioner down so they would be too warm.  I noticed Lee sweating a
little.

"Sorry guys, the AC is broken.  Why don't you take your shirts off?"

I had mine off when they arrived...so why shouldn't they be shirtless too?

"Slip your shoes off and get comfortable."

They kicked off their tennis shoes and t-shirts were off.  As we
watched TV, I slid each a hand on each of the crotches.

"Man, ain't your dad coming home soon?  What if he walks in on us?"

"We're just watching TV...."

"Well...uh...."

Lee faltered like he had something to say.  He looked over me and at
his brother.

"I need to tell you something dude.  It's about your dad." Lee said.

"Dude, don't do it.  That's none of our business!" Derek snapped.

"What?" I said.

He didn't say anything.

"What dude?" I repeated.

"When I dropped you off a long time ago and saw your dad from a
distance...well I realized I had seen him before.  That's why I've never
come in here when he was home."

"And?"

Lee sighed, "Well, I'd seen him at the truck stop.  I saw your dad in
the bathroom giving a man head."

I decided to play into this...

"Are you bullshitting me man?" I said.

"No man...it was him."

"Lee, you're an asshole!" Derek said.

"Well, I think he should know.  He told his dad about himself...it
should work both ways."

"Well guys...if my dad is gay, then he won't care if we're having sex
when he gets home."

Derek replied, "I don't know man..."

They looked at each other with a vacant expression that made them look
like dumb jocks.  The home-haircuts combined with their country
accents made them totally seem like rednecks.  It was that combination
that turned me on so.

"Well I'm horny and I need one of you on my dick now and the other
needs to eat my ass!"

As soon as I had said that, they were pulling down their pants and
pulling off their socks.  Once we were all naked, the two of them
serviced me.  I felt like a king getting it from the front and back at
the same time.

I was sandwiched between those two studs and I loved it.  Derek was
such a good cocksucker--Lee really knew how to put a vacuum seal on my
asshole and wedge his tongue inside.  I was on sexual overload and my
climax came sooner than expected.

After I shot my load, I told Derek to keep on sucking me.  I stayed
hard after that load, but I didn't care if I shot a load again.  Lee
moved up and shoved his cock into my hole.  He pumped while his
brother kept sucking me.  I loved the oral service while my ass was
fucked.

"We need a rim chair!" Derek said.

"Say what?" I laughed.

"I've seen it in the back of one of dad's dirty magazines."

Derek explained that it was basically a stool with a toilet seat on it
used for rimming.  I thought it sounded like the perfect thing for us.

"Doesn't anyone need to shit?"

"You said to keep it clean in case your dad came home early."

Well, my dad did come home early.  Just about fifteen minutes after we
switched positions, I heard the front door unlocking.

"DON'T move either of you.  Keep doing what you're doing!" I ordered.

They obeyed me but had scared looks on their faces.

"Hey dad...didn't know you'd be home early.  You want us to pack up?"

Dad had a strange look on his face.  It was a cross between shock and
amazement.  I winked at him.

"You boys keep on having fun.  I'll be in the bedroom."

Then I wondered if dad was mad.  Either way, I was more turned on than
ever.  After dad went to the bedroom and shut the door, I pushed Lee
away and made him start sucking me.

"Derek, get your tongue up my hole!"

He did what I said.  I played with my nipples as I started to shoot my
2nd load.  Derek shot a load as he masturbated and it landed on my
foot.  His brother started cumming after he swallowed my cum.

After we pulled apart, the guys got kind of quiet.  I think they felt
uncomfortable.  Lee was looking around for his clothes.  Derek pulled
me into a kiss before he started dressing.  He pulled my hand to his
ass and turned around.

"Get you a little bit of it!"

I stuck my middle finger into his ass where I found a gumball-sized
nugget.  I dug it out and popped it into my mouth.  I sucked on it
while they got dressed.

"You staying naked in front of your dad?"

I was standing there not bothering to dress as they did.  I didn't
want to give any of our secrets away.

"I'll jump in the shower and rinse off before I go to bed," I lied.

I sucked on the turdlet until they were dressed and I gave them each a
"buddy" hug.  Then they were gone.

- - -

I swallowed what was left of the nugget and then drank the rest of a
coke from one of their unfinished cans.

"Fuck the shower," I thought to myself.

Dad said he liked me ripe, so I was going join him smelling like sex.

"They're gone dad!" I said as I opened the door.

Dad was lying naked on the bead jacking like a horned up motherfucker.

"That turned you on dad?"

He took his hand off his penis and I sat on the bed next to him.

"Fuck yeah!  Those two are built like a fuckin' houses!"

"Now you know why I go to their house so much!  And one of them told
me he thinks he's seen you suckin' cock at the truck stop!"

Dad started jacking again.

"Yeah, I love that!"

"I don't know if I can do a 3rd load dad, but my ass is all opened up
for you if you wanna fuck it!"

"Get your on your belly now!" he gasped.

I rolled onto the bed and dad moved on me.  He lay on my back with all
his weight.  His dick slid right in.

"Hell you are greased up back here--no friction!"

"Fuck me hard dad!"

"You bet!"

Dad started banging my butt and the bed creaked.

"You smell good son!"

He sniffed under my arm from behind.  I reached out and held onto the
headboard.  He pumped me fast.  As he fucked me, my ass made squeaky
smacking and popping sounds.  When he started cumming, he pressed his
face next to mine so that our ears touched.  He hugged me hard as his
dick drained inside me.  With no warning, he was up and scooted down
to my ass.  I felt him sucking out his load from me.  I regretted
having no shit load in there to flavor it.

However, when kissed me and fed his ass flavored cum to me from his
mouth, I remembered I had just eat en some shit from one of the
brothers.  The fact dad didn't know really turned me on.  I then
wanted to try to cum again.

"Will you jack me off dad?"

"Okay son..."

Dad spit all over my cock and started jacking it.  I thought about dad
taking a shit and how I had eaten his turd when he was drunk.  How I
wanted to eat more of his shit.  It would be so awesome if I could get
dad to take a dump for me--even if he wasn't into scat maybe I could
coax him into feeding me or letting me watch him dump.

The memory of eating his shit set me off as dad jacked me.  I came
again but only a couple of drips of cum oozed out of my piss hole.

"Looks like the tank is empty now son!"

"I know dad...it was my third cum tonight!"

"You sure have a lot of energy!"

"I'm just always horny!"

"Let's grab a cool shower together?"

"Sure!"

We got up and walked to the bathroom.  I noticed dad was stooped over a little.

"You hurting dad?"

"Yeah, I think I pulled a muscle loading the truck."

"You need to let those guys do the hard work...you only help them
because they're hot!"

He laughed but didn't deny it.  We washed each other up and then got
out to dry.  I remembered the old container of lotion and grabbed it
from under the sink.  When we got to the bed, he plopped down and
rolled over.  I started pumping the lotion in my hand and began to rub
his back.

"Oh Max...that feels damn good!"

I got up on the bed and straddled my dad's ass.  I squirted more
lotion and rubbed and kneaded his muscles.  His smooth back was soft
to the touch.  He moaned as a massaged him.  I moved down after that
and worked over his butt and legs.  He appreciated the foot massage
the most.

"Oh Max, you could do that for hours!"

Dad's toes needed to be clipped but he had decent feet otherwise.  I
enjoyed rubbing them because I knew how much it pleased him.  I
decided to do as he did to me several times and sucked his toes. It
made him coo and giggle.  I worked my way back up to his butt and
kneaded his but cheeks again.  Then I decided to sneak into uncharted
territory.  I slid a finger into his ass just a little.

"Whoa Max!"

"Why not dad?  I stick my tongue in there.  I won't go deep--it won't hurt!"

"I'm not afraid of it hurting.  I'm not too clean in there."

"I don't care dad...I like it nasty."

"You really serious?" He said.

I decided to change the topic.  I knew dad was a top and I wasn't sure
if anything much had ever been in his ass.

"You ever been fucked dad?"

I used the lotion as lube and inserted my finger just a centimeter or
two into his ass lips.

"Yeah...but it wasn't a good experience.  This was way after your mom
and I split up.  I met a man at a rest area who was around my
age...married.   He was looking for sex too.  After we beat off together
at the urinal and put our dicks away, we went outside and talked at a
picnic table.  He seemed really cool, so we decided to get a hotel
room that night."

"Wow...a public toilet again?  I love that dad!"

Dad grinned with his eyes still closed.  I pushed my finger in deeper
and then slowly finger fucked him without going any deeper than my
knuckle.

"Well," he resumed, "I thought I wanted to get fucked because the idea
of it seemed so sexy.  Yet when he stuck his dick in my ass--covered
with a rubber and plenty of lube--it did nothing for me.  I understood
the pain would go away with practice, but I just couldn't get into it.
He wanted the rubber taken off but I told him no way.  So, we tried
flip-flopping and I fucked him.  I'd used a rubber many times with
your mom--she I was used to it.  Your mom was scared of getting
pregnant...

Well, hey...that's nothing you want to hear.  But so I tried fucking
that guy and I quite liked being inside him.  He complained at first
but by the time we were done was moaning like a woman and he came
without either of us touching his penis.  After that...the next fuck I
had was you!"

"Wow dad.  Thanks for sharing that with me.  But how does my finger
feel?  Because now it's all the way in!"

"Laying here relaxed, it's nice.  I don't want an entire penis up
there but I like my ass being touched like this."

I didn't tell him that my middle finger was rubbing against a soft
mushy piece of shit.  I craved it so bad.  In the meantime, I did
everything I could to coat that finger in his shit.

"Feed me your toes dad!"

He moved his feet up and pressed them against my face.  I sucked his
toes and ran my tongue between them as I finger fucked his very tight
hole.  My middle finger mashed up his shit and got it into a fine
paste up in there.  He moaned over the foot play.  My dad looked so
sexy naked on the bed enjoying being serviced.  I wasn't sorry at all
that I'd tried to seduce so many days ago.

I took my free hand and jacked him.  There was plenty of lotion on my
hands for lube.  The combination of my actions (and his already horny
state) caused my dad to start spurting his usual thick cum.  I lapped
up every drop of it even though the lotion was on his dick.  I ignored
the taste of the lotion and concentrated on the more important task at
hand--sucking the shit off my finger.

In a fast move, I pulled my finger out of dad's asshole and stuck it
in my mouth. He opened his eyes and winked.

"I love it when you lick my cum off your fingers like that!" dad said.

He didn't smell anything--so he assumed I was sucking off jizz and not
shit.  It made my dick stay hard knowing I was sucking off his shit
right in front of him.  I had a small lump on my finger that quickly
dislodged onto my tongue.  I licked my finger and pulled it out.
There was shit under my fingernail but the rest was in my mouth.  I
pressed my tongue up and mashed the lump of shit against the roof of
my mouth.

Dad's shit had a bitter taste but was really smooth and creamy.  I
wished I could have the entire load in my mouth.  I swallowed several
times and it was gone.  The thing about shit wasn't the flavor
anyway...it was the act of eating a hot man's shit.  An intimate piece
of him.

Dad pulled me to him to kiss--there was nothing I could do.  His lips
locked with mine and his tongue slid into my mouth.  His strong and
callused hands slid down my back to my ass.  He pulled me on top of
him and we cuddled.  I figured he either smelled it on my breath or
didn't.  Either way, he was content and happy.  So was I.  I raised my
arm so that my pit was exposed and dad's face nuzzled it.  I fell
asleep with dad's face in my pit.

- - -

When I got up the next morning, dad was taking a piss.

"Did you get the message on the machine?  Someone name Charlie from
ACE Hardware called.  Did you apply there too?"

"Yeah dad...that's cool.  I'll call them today for sure.

I stuck my fingers in dad's piss stream and then licked them in front of him.

"Does that freak you out dad?"

"No son...it's kind of sexy.  Piss is just a liquid.  I've thought about
what you said before--you told me that you and your buddies like it
nasty.  So you piss on each other?"

"Yeah dad.  And we drink it right from the hose.  I love the taste of
salty piss!"

Dad's piss stream slowed down.

"You're making me hard Max!"

"Let's fuck dad!"

"I'm hungry for breakfast right now...let's say we go to Denny's and
then we have the day together."

"Sweet!"

School was out so when dad was off we could spend the day doing
nothing but having sex--if he was up to it.  I wondered if I tired him
out completely would it be enough to make him oblivious to digging in
his ass for more shit again.  While I conspired, I got dressed and
waited for dad to be ready to leave.

Denny's was full of the usual types of customer's...blue-collar workers,
tourists from the interstate highway, and various locals.  After dad
and I were seated, we told the waitress what we wanted and waited for
our coffee to come.

"So those are the two boys that were fighting over you before?"

"Yeah.  Can you believe it dad?  Simple me hooking up with the
school's football stars?  I'm so lucky!"

"I'd say they are lucky!"

Dad grinned at me while the waiter sat our cups on the table and
poured the coffee.

"Can we have cream and extra sugar?" dad asked.

The waiter walked off to get that for us.

"You're biased dad!

"No son...you're a very good looking man.  You look like a rock star...I
bet you could be a model too with your height.  You might even get
taller."

I blushed over dad's compliments.  He'd never said anything like that to me.

"Those boys are hot, but they have kind of dumb look to them."

"You mean their `redneck' demeanor?"

"Yeah," he said.  "I guess that's it.  They seem like ignorant country
fucks...but cute ones."

We both laughed.

"Well, they're not dumb but they think about nothing besides sports.
And food.  And they've kind of had a fucked up childhood.  Their dad
was a druggie and alcoholic.  Their mom ran off when they were kids."

I left it at that.  I didn't want to tell him they had sex with their
dad as kids...sucked their pooch's dick...ate shit in their bedroom, etc.

"What about that other boy...the one that drove you to Dallas?"

"He's hot too dad.  But he doesn't know about me having sex with the
other two.  They don't know about him.  All of them are quite
closeted--I don't care what anyone thinks about me.  Too bad they are
so paranoid."

Dad kind of just stared out the window.  Then I realized two things I
said that might have affected him.  I harped on their dad being an
alcoholic...and I made a deal about being closeted.

"Well, it's up to them if they want to tell their families or friends
about being gay.  Don't ever make them feel bad about it."

"Oh no dad...not at all.  I was just saying."

Dad winked at me.  I drank the last of my coffee.  I wondered if I
should tell Blake about the brothers and me...or vice versa.  Sex with
three guys would be even sexier than with two.  I'd have to think
about it.

TO BE CONTINUED...