Date: Sun, 14 Aug 2016 07:04:36 -0500
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Redneck Brothers And Shit Pt 11

Redneck Brothers And Shit Pt 11

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I paced around nervously.  I had no appetite.  I was so stressed.

"Don't worry about it Max...just be yourself.  Most employers know if
you're acting fake."

My dad was giving me advice for the interview.  My first interview at
Dairy Queen was a disaster...before that McDonald's was not too good
either.  I felt like a fuck up for not being able to get a job
flipping burgers.   Now it was time to leave to the hardware store.

It wasn't too hot yet, so I walked.  I didn't want to show up with my
"daddy" dropping me off in his big truck.  Dressed in new Dockers from
Wal-Mart and a polo shirt of dad's I got up and headed out of the
door.

My stomach growled but I felt nauseous at the same time.  Dad told me
to eat some toast or something but I wasn't going to eat until this
ordeal was over.  My mouth felt dry as I walked out of the parking lot
and through the grass to the highway.  On the access road that
paralleled the freeway, I smelled diesel fuel from the trucks speeding
by on the main road.  I worried about my hair (brushed straight back)
and wondered if I should have shaved the Mohawk off for this
interview.

I walked up to the door and took a deep breath.  Then I opened it.  A
loud bell clanged to draw all attention to the door as it opened.   I
swallowed hard.  A fifty-something year old man was at the register
dropping a full spool of receipt paper into the top.

"Good morning, how can I help you young man?"

"I'm here to see Mr. Andrews for a job interview," I replied.

"Oh yeah...we do need someone here while ol' Frankie is out getting her
knee replaced."

It was like he was thinking out loud.  He closed the register and
walked up to me.  He had on blue overalls with a long sleeved shirt
under that had blue pinstripes.  He had on cowboy boots made of
alligator.  When he grinned, one tooth was missing in the lower jaw.
He walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder.

"Jack Andrews is a good boss but he's never here.  I practically run
the place.  When you talk to him don't stammer...just look him right in
the eye".

He squinted one eye and looked down for several seconds.  Then he
looked back up at me.

"He owns about four of these stores in Texas.  Tell'em `yer a hard
worker sound confident.  If you do all that he might not worry about
your crazy hair!"

He patted me on the back and walked off to greet an old lady that
walked in as that damn bell rattled again.

"Oh, just follow the main aisle to the back and turn right.  You'll
see a door to his office.  Just knock!"

I nodded and walked nervously back to the door and knocked.  I heard a
squeaking chair move and then dragging noises.  The door opened to a
short little old man with a cane.  He was wearing a suit from another
era.

"You Mr. Maxwell Harris?"

"Yes sir."

"Thank GOD you're on time.  I got a god damned funeral to go to and my
wife is going to be all over me if I'm late."

He opened the door for me to walk all the way in.  I stood their
waiting for him to sit down.

"Sit!"

He coughed and then walked behind the desk.

"Now that ol' broad who works up front got her damn knee replaced.
She's gonna be out most of the summer.  Greg (he pronounced it
gray-igg) up there can manage the damn place by himself but he can't
be here every day by himself and needs help with the heavy crap.  That
ol' gal Frankie was the brawn around here.  Now are you flexible to
work any time on weekends?  We're only open to seven p.m. ever' day!"

"Yes sir."

"This your first job?"

"Yes sir."

"You a hard worker?"

"I'll work my butt off sir!"

"Watch the language young man."

"Yes sir!"

"Be here tomorrow morning we open.  My wife Trixie will have you sign
your papers."

He told me the starting pay and shook my hand.  This was nothing like
the grueling questions from the last two interviews where they wanted
to know my life aspirations and stupid goal shit.  I walked out of the
office so relieved.  I returned to the counter where the older man was
opening a box of small packages.

"Boy, you got a smile on your face.  I'm guessin' you got hired!"

"Yes sir!"

He offered his hand to me and we shook.  He introduced himself as Craig.

"When you come in tomorrow, don't wear those clothes.  Wear something
casual but don't look like a hippy.  You can wear a baseball cap if
you want and comfortable shoes.  We're gonna be standing every day.
Welcome to Ace Hardware!"

I nodded and walked out.   I nearly skipped on my way home and was so
relieved.  When I greeted dad, I gave him a hug and a kiss on the
mouth.

"I take it you have good news!"

"Yeah, I probably won't get paid a lot but it sure sounds better than
cooking greasy food all day listening to managers yell at you!"

I'd already heard stories from Derek and Lee about their jobs...I was so
happy I didn't have to go through their hell.

Dad took me out to dinner that evening to celebrate.  During dinner,
he told me that his job changed yet again but was to be
permanent--Monday and Tuesdays off...then two daily shipments.  His hours
would allow him to spend evenings at home and would be gone when I was
at work each day.

We had a steak dinner with mashed potatoes and gravy with a killer
apple cobbler for dessert.  As usual, I wondered as I filled my belly
what kind of shit the food would make.  When we ate big steak dinners,
my shit was usually solid with firm logs.  I wondered what dad's turds
would look like.  I got an erection while eating dessert while
imagining dad shitting on a plate.  I thought how it would to eat it
with a fork and knife.

When we got up to go, I had a visible bulge in my jeans.  I didn't
care.  I walked out proudly with it pressed against my thigh.  When we
passed the lady at the front she grinned and said good night.  I
looked back from outside and saw her whispering in the ear of another
waitress looking our way.

"Those woman were scoping us out dad!"

"Yeah, the older lady always flirts with me."

"You go, Dad!"

I put my hand on his shoulder affectionately as we walked to the
truck.  I really loved my dad.  He was the bomb.  I couldn't believe
how much things had changed since I'd moved in with him.  I think
things changed for the better for both of us.

Once back in the truck, on an impulse I unzipped my pants.  I pulled
my dick out as dad drove.  He didn't notice right away.

"I can't touch that and drive Max.  But it looks nice from here!"

"You ever drive naked dad?"

"No..."

"Why not?  I'm sure many truckers ride naked or with no pants on--who
would know?"

"Well I've seen a lot of shirt big rig drivers.  It would be easy to
do it.  I'm just worried about getting to my destination with no
issues.  You know...I'm ashamed to say this, but I'd driven back and
forth several times half drunk before you moved in.  I learned to
drive smoothly and give no reason to be pulled over."

"Well you're not drunk now and you're not working.  Why don't we both
get naked?"

"I don't know son..."

I started pulling my shoes off.  Next I was barefoot and pulled off my
shirt.  My pants came next and I was totally nude.

"It feels really good dad!"

"It looks good from here.  I hope I don't wreck from lookin' at you!"

I left my seatbelt off and reached for dad's zipper.  In seconds I had
his dick out and was sucking it.

"This is like some porno!" he said.

I sucked all the way down on him and smelled his crotch wafting up
through the open zipper area.  I loved it.  I kept sucking him until I
heard us slowing down and exiting the highway.

"Dad...can't we drive around more?"

"Max, I can't cum and drive!"

"Okay."

"But you can fulfill a fantasy of mine if you let me park first."

I moved away and sat on my seat again.  Dad's dick was rock hard.  He
had on a black Harley Davidson shirt that was tight on him and old
jeans.  After he parked completely, I noticed we were a little further
up the street than usual.

"Get over here and ride this dick!"

I hopped over instantly.  Dad pulled a tiny round tin of Carmex from a
small compartment and opened it.  He reached under me and squished the
waxy and greasy substance all over his dick.  He smeared it into my
hole and then I sat down on it.  It was a little rough at first, but
the Carmex goo melted and allowed my ass to be lubricated.  The
camphor in it made my ass feel kind of icy/hot.

I hopped up and down on dad's dick.  It was a position we'd never
tried.  His dick pressed against a different area inside me and the
sensation was really nice.  He played with my dick as we made out and
I rode him.  He tweaked my tits a lot and sucked on them.

I could have played out there for an hour or more, but the engine
stayed on to keep the AC running.  In retrospect, it might have drawn
more attention having a truck parked for a long time with no one
leaving...but we were never discovered.

After almost half an hour, dad started shooting his cum inside me.  He
then pulled off his shirt and laid it on my seat.  He started jacking
me off and I shot cum all over his chest (with his hard dick still in
me).

"Dad...wow.  That was hot as hell.  And you're still hard!"

"We better get back inside!"

"Well let me take care of all this!"

I scooted off his cock and began licking all my jizz of his body.  The
cab smelled of sweat, cum, and ass.  Dad's forehead was damp.  Just
before I got dressed, I bent over to clean his dick with my mouth.  I
smelled my shit on it before I put it in my mouth.  I tasted the
flavor of the medicated lip balm also.

I eased over to my seat and pulled my jeans on.  Dad's shirt was
already on.  I pulled my shoes on and then finally my shirt.

"Hell dad, I don't know why I bothered to dress...I'll be naked in two minutes!"

He laughed and slapped me playfully on my leg.

- - -

The next morning I was waiting for fifteen minutes for Craig to open
the store.  I got there too early, but I didn't know what time he'd
actually arrive.  He got there ten minutes before the store opened.
In minutes he opened the safe in the office and brought up the till
for the register.

After that, I toured the store and the small stockroom.  It was easy
to find things, but I'd have no idea what to tell anyone if they asked
me for help with how to do something "around the house".  He showed me
the register but said I wouldn't be using it for some time.  I didn't
care--I didn't want to be responsible for handing money.

An hour after opening, a lady about his age came in where tight jeans.
She had huge tits and bright red-dyed hair (it had to be dyed, that
color was not natural).  She had on lots of make up and wore a strong
perfume.  She was probably about fifty but strutted around like she
was twenty.

I went to the back office and filled out papers, gave my social
security number, etc.  She was kind of flirty and bumped me a lot with
her tits.  I didn't react and she seemed to think I was shy.  When we
were finally done I was told my hour salary and was told paydays were
every Friday.

When we were finally done, she left and I wandered out looking for
Craig.  The rest of the day, he showed me each section by detail.
When customers came in I observed and watched how he handled them.  At
lunchtime, I walked a mile up the road to where Lee worked, but they
were too busy for him to talk.  I saw him sweating like a pig doing
the grunt work of flipping hamburger patties.  I called his name over
the counter and waved.

He perked up a little and grinned at me.  I pointed to my vest with
the store logon on it and he gave me a thumbs up.  Then his boss
yelled for another round of burgers and I could see his mouth silently
speak the word "Fuck you".

I used the food money dad gave me and bought lunch.  As I sat and ate
in the corner, so many hot, blue collar men...they were Caucasian,
Latin, and African-American.  I had a woody checking them out.  I
wondered how any many or woman could settle for one when there were so
many sexy men in the world.

One guy particular struck me.  He was blond with a fuzzy face and hair
forearms.  He was probably about twenty-five.  He had pretty blue eyes
and when he started looking for a table we made eye contact.  It was
obvious I was looking hard at him.

He looked me in the eyes and nodded in a manly "hey" expression.  I
nodded back.  I wondered how his sweaty ass must taste and feel.  He
sat down at the next table, but then a bunch of his knucklehead
coworkers plopped down around him and they started talking loud.  He
acted sort of annoyed but didn't say much to them.  His expression
said it all.

I took my time eating and when I saw him get up, I tossed my trash in
the bin.  I saw him go to the bathroom.  I thought it would be
interesting to try to see his cock at the urinal.  Unfortunately, I
pushed the door and it was locked.  The handled clanked loud when I
had tried to open.  Then I heard him shout, "Gimme five!".

I needed to piss and I wanted to see him again, so I waited outside
the door.   When he came out he nodded to me and grinned.  I stepped
inside and the room was permeated with his fart odors.  Spinning in
the toilet was a massive log that had refused to go down.  I
immediately locked the door and stripped off my clothes.  Someone
tried to open the door but I ignored it.

I reached in the water and pulled it out.  I ran it under the water in
the sink (as if rinsing it off would make it cleaner!).   I broke it
in two and touched the inside.  Still warm!  I spit on my dick and
started wanking.  It was so exciting to hold a cute stranger's fresh
shit.  When I was close to cumming, I licked the cross-section of the
piece in my hand and started spewing jizz onto the toilet seat.  I
immediately tossed it afterward and rinsed my mouth in the sink.  I
started dressing again and another person tried to open the door.  I
yelled that I was almost done.

I'd left the other half of the turd on the sink after I was done
beating off.  I took a paper towel (well I had washed my hands for
work already) and tossed the shit in the trashcan for some lucky
employee to find.    With a semi pressed against my upper thigh, I
walked out happy after my cool adventure.

- - -

When I got home, dad was lying on the bed looking kind of miserable.

"What's up dad, you don't look so good."

"My stomach...I think it's just constipation.  I just can't seem to go."

My dick went hard thinking of dad's ass packed with shit.  I didn't
care.  I started stripping to get comfortable.  I told dad all about
the workday as I pulled my pants, socks, and shoes off.  Once naked,
he saw my cock was half-erect didn't but said nothing about it.

"When did you dump last?" I asked.

"Two days ago.  I took a laxative earlier.  Hasn't done a fucking thing."

"Maybe you should take another, dad."

"I guess so.  Bring me that pack on the bathroom counter."

Dad took another capsule-shaped pill with a can of Coke.  Then he laid
on the bed beside me.  I was kind of sleepy and was in the mood for a
nap. I scooted in next to dad and let my dick press against his crack.
He smelled of soap and shampoo but I could smell a hint of sweat from
his pits.  It was a comforting combination of scents.

I awoke an hour or so later when dad was sitting up in bed.  His face
looked pale and in discomfort.

"What's wrong dad?"

"My stomach is rumbling and cramping.  I probably shouldn't have taken
the other laxative pill."

"Have your tried to crap in a while?"

"No, I just woke up.  I'm gonna try now."

As dad stood up, I heard the sound of a wet and messy fart.  He slid
his underwear off.  He started walking fast.

"God dammit!" he yelled

I heard a "splat" sound and the bathroom door being pushed bumped
against the wall.

"FUCK FUCK!" he yelled.

I smelled it before I got there.  When I came to the bathroom door, I
saw wet shit splattered on the small tiled section in front of the
bathroom.  Dad sat on the toilet with messy shit on his legs.  Among
the messy shit that had ejected on the floor were several awesome
solid pieces of various sizes past the door.  There were grape-sized
nuggets up to golf ball sized...even half a log.  His shit was in
various shades of brown.

I heard nasty violent farts exploding.  Dad's face was priceless.  I
wanted to chuckle but he was embarrassed and disgusted.  He was
looking away from the floor.  Then he noticed me there.

"You don't want to see this Max, it's a mess!"

"It's nature dad...just get it done and I'll help you clean up!"

I thought to myself, "fuck yeah I'll clean it up alright!"

It was ironic that I wanted to get my dad into shit with me, but
instead of easing him into some kind of shit play, disaster (in his
eyes) struck.  I stood just out of sight to let him shit it all out
into the commode.  When I heard nothing else I stepped inside again to
hover over the mess.  It smelled just like our shit sessions at the
brothers' house.  It didn't bother me whatsoever.

I walked to the shelf and grabbed a wet towel.  Dad looked like he was
about to vomit.

"Dad, put this towel over your face and cover your nose."

He grabbed it from me.

"Stand up and I'll get the big pieces and then you can hop in the shower!"

He looked like he was in shock.  He wrapped the towel around his neck
like a winter scarf but covered his mouth and nose.  He numbly turned
around and the sight was beautiful.  Dad's nice butt was filled with
mushy shit in the middle.  It wasn't diarrhea, but very soft shit.
His left hand braced himself on the wall over the toilet and the other
held the towel.

I slid the warm and wet washcloth over his ass and wiped off the
streak that dripped to his upper thigh.  I wiped back and forth and
got a bunch of it form his crack.  Then I rinsed the rag.  In between
wiping dad and rinsing the towel, I licked my fingers--he had no idea!

I saw some on his ankle that I hadn't seen before and wiped that off.
Still his crack had thick shit stuck there.  To his surprise, I just
dug it out with my middle finger!

"MAXWELL!"

"Chill dad...it's just shit!  You can't clean it so let me be done with this!"

I snapped harshly at my dad.

"Okay," he said softly.

After it was cleared out I wiped his crack with the hot rag again.

"You can get in the shower now.  I'll clean up out here.  I'll call
you when it's all up!"

He didn't say anything.  He just moved beyond the shower curtain and
turned on the water.  I looked down and my cock was rock hard!  I
shoved the biggest piece of his shit in my mouth and started chewing
it up.  I didn't dare touch my dick yet because I would instantly
blow.  I swallowed and gulped really loud.  Then I found another two
soft chunks and at them.  All of the shit had a nutty flavor aside
from the bitter taste--yet the bitterness was light.  I did all of this
with just a shower curtain blocking me from my traumatized father.

I wished I could smear it on my face and enjoy it all but dad was just
right there behind a shower curtain dealing with complete humiliation.
I decided to eat one more nugget and then I picked up the rest and
dumped them in the bowl.  It appeared dad had a couple of normal shits
blocked up in his ass and it all exploded out at once.  I wished I had
seen all of it happen.

I ran and got paper towels and 409 cleaner and began wiping up the
sloppy shit.  When I was done, there was nothing visible but the smell
lingered.  I looked at the mirror and smiled.  Then I saw shit in my
teeth!

"Almost done dad!"

Hell, it had been almost ten minutes but dad was patiently showering.
I heard him put the soap in its holder a few times.

"Okay, done!"

I flushed the mess away.

"I'll leave it on for you!" he said.

"Thanks dad!"

I was still hard when he came out and grabbed a towel.  I wasn't sure
if he noticed--he hurried out fast.  In the shower I moved my tongue
around in my mouth and pressed the fibers of shit from my back teeth
and swallowed.  I drained my dick and pissed against the tile wall.  I
thought how the guys were going to love this story!  I sure enjoyed
it.

For dad, I moved my mouth to the water spray and let it flush the shit
from my mouth.  Out of respect for my dad, I brushed and used
mouthwash to complete my bath.  When I got out, I could smell only a
hint of shit odors mixed with the cleaner's scent.  I did a great
cleanup job.

- - -

Back in the bedroom, Dad was lying on his stomach.  His hair was still
wet.  I couldn't tell his state of mind, but he looked less stressed.

"Thanks buddy!"

"It was nothing dad.  I'm not easily grossed out!"

I rolled onto the bed next to him.  I stroked his back.

"Your dick certainly didn't mind!"

I actually blushed.  I felt my face go warm.

"I'm thinking that it really didn't bother you for sure."

I didn't say anything.

"Well, you're never too subtle Max.  Before you and I were messing
around you were constantly showing me yourself and getting off around
me.  Lately you've barged in every time I need to take a shit...and
you're always huffing in my farts.  You're such an exhibitionist.  You
leave the door open while you take loud dumps.  Today you seemed to be
enjoying my fiasco."

There was nothing more to say but the truth.

"You busted me dad!".

There was silence.  I was waiting for him to freak. He just signed
really long and loud.  I was getting ready for a lecture or something.

"How did you turn into such a kinky horn dog at sixteen years old?"

Now he rolled over to look me right in the eye.  I felt my face flush
again.  My mouth was dry.

"I don't know dad..."

Then I started telling him all of it from the beginning.  I told him
about my naked shits in the fields beyond our house (but didn't
mention it led to eating it).  I told him about my self-play leading
up to experiences with Lee and Derek.  I only hinted that we jacked
off with it but nothing else.

"Who would ever guess that those two redneck football jocks are gay
and into dirty sex?" he said in awe.

"No one apparently dad."

Nor did I mention how I'd messed around with their father and smoked a
pipe.  I left it to dad's mind to estimate how nasty I got.

"Do you do this with the guy that loaded your boxes?"

"Hell no dad...I don't know what he'd think."

I didn't mention anything about the brothers sucking their dog's cock
or my suspicions that Blake got fucked by his dog either.

"But son, this is so unhealthy...I don't mean mentally.  Although it's
kind of freaky.  You can get really sick if you eat a dirty ass!"

"I thought about that dad.  But they seem to be healthy and if I was
gonna get sick I would have done it many times before."

"You've done this many times with them?"

Dad was overwhelmed by it all.  I almost regretted telling him.

"And you know you could pass something to me after doing something like that".

Now I felt like a child.  I felt stupid.  I had been unnecessarily
risking my dad's health by kissing him with shit of the brother still
in the back of my teeth.  I'd kissed him after eating my own shit.

"Well dad, if you hadn't got sick yet by now, then you probably won't again."

He raised one eye in a harsh glare.

"Okay dad, I'm going to be more careful.  I will gargle good and
everything after I do it--if I do it again."

I didn't want to sound like I was obsessed with shit--even though I was.

"Well dad...you let me drink your piss."

"Piss is so less dangerous.  Yeah, I guess I'm a bit kinky too...because
I love watching you drink it from my dick."

I reached under dad and forced my hand there.

"Dad!  How long have you been hard?"

He shrugged.

"Your belly fell okay now after all that?"

He nodded.

"Good...because I am going to eat your ass and I'm going to stick my
tongue in deep. If I taste anything do you want to know?"

"Let's take it easy.  Just do your thing back there."

I got on my knees at the edge of the bed and pulled his butt open.  I
licked it across from top to bottom.  A hot silent fart pushed out.

"Thanks dad!"

"I know why you really love that now!"

I dove into my father's asshole and made love to it.  Unfortunately
he'd scrubbed and rinsed it to death and I found no loose shit.  I
still loved it.  What an intimate way to show your father how much you
loved him than to pleasure him and French kiss his succulent tight
hole.  I tongued him good and lapped around the ass hairs around his
ring.  My hands rested on the cool smooth skin of his cheeks.  He
farted a few more times while I dug in.

Soon, my tired dad was dozing.  I ever so slightly pushed my middle
finger into his hole as he lightly snored.  I was happy that the tip
of it came out with a dab of soft shit on the tip of it.  I spit on my
hand and scooted next to him. As he slept, I sucked off the shit and
blew a big load.  After I rubbed the cum all over my chest, I lay
there letting it dry.  I kissed dad on the back of his neck and
nuzzled his hair.  My dad was so awesome!

- - -

All week we were busy at work.  Lots of hot worker types and repair
guys came asking for things I had no idea what they were.  Home repair
novices made their way through too...hot dads with kids.  When I didn't
know an answer to their questions, I unashamedly got Craig.  He seemed
to respect that.  I could convey to the customers that I didn't have
the answer without looking inept.

During breaks, he filled me in on how various tools worked and what
special hoses and washers were used for.  I found it all really
intriguing, but more interesting than that was the construction
workers.  They came in all hot colors and I was entranced by their
clothes, smells, and over all hotness.  Especially the rough looking
dudes had big arms and exuded a masculinity that captured me.

I wondered at times if Craig was gay.  He never joked or spoke about
women.  He told me he wasn't married.  He never seemed to be staring
at either sex.  We had women come into the store too...housewives,
dykes, soccer mom's.  Some were pretty but Craig did not react.  His
focus was helping the customers.  I admired that.

After the first week, I found out the owner's wife wrote out checks on
Monday's.  I had been hoping to get paid on Friday like everyone else
did.  I'd have to wait until the weekend was over.  I was anxious to
get the first paycheck of my life.

The store was closed on Sunday, so I was anticipating spending a late
night at Derek and Lee's having sex.  With luck, they called and
offered to pick me up.  When I told dad I was going over there he had
the look on his face that said, "Remember what I told you".  While
telling him about my shit sex experiences lifted a weight off my
chest, it also made me feel a little uneasy about it.  I should have
felt relieved but instead I felt bad.  But not worried enough to
decline their invitation!

Any indifferent feelings I had about scat sex disappeared the second I
arrived at their house.  We started with a smoking session with their
dad.  He and I shared a pipe while they savored cigars.  The living
room had a smoky haze eventually.  Their dad played some eighties
albums by a band called "X" and the TV was had a videocassette playing
with the sound turned down.   Marty was looking kind of sexy to me so
I gave him head while the boys smoked another cigar.  He sat on his
chair like a king puffing out the pipe smoke into my face.

"You got a great mouth kid!" he told me.

He gave me a tasty thick load of cum for an appetizer.  I smelled
farts mixed up in the smoke when I got up off my knees.

"Go enjoy yourselves...I'm bushed!"

He got up with his dick still out of his shorts dripping from my blow.
He kicked them off as he walked and left them in the corner of the
room.  I got up and sat in Derek's lap.  We kissed as he wiggled a
moist finger up my hole.

"Small load at least!" he said.

He pulled his finger out of my ass and stuck it in my mouth.  I tasted
bitter shit.  We kissed after that and his hand moved right back to my
ass.  Our tongues dueled as two more fingers forced themselves inside.
My ass released hot gas around his fingers.

Lee pulled off my socks and sucked on my toes.  Derek aggressively
squeezed my left nipple with his free hand until it hurt like crazy.
But that kind of pain was like eating hot peppers, the discomfort
caused pleasure and went along with the rest of our perverted fun.

Derek farted nasty farts as we kissed.  He moved his mouth to my ear
and whispered.

"I hope you're hungry dude...I've got a two day load with your name on it!"

My dick was oozing pre all over the place.  I was beyond horny.  Lee
licked his way from my feet up my thighs and sucked hard on my balls.
I felt his teeth just barely bite into them.  I moaned at the
attention I was receiving.  I loved it when both guys worked on me
simultaneously.

"Bring it on fucker!"

With that said, he stood up and pushed my shoulders down.  Then he
roughly pulled my head into his ass.   Another rancid and burning fart
blasted from his sweaty hole.  His ass stunk like he'd not wiped
several times.  I licked it and my tongue rubbed off a dingle berry
back there.  There was a dried ring of shit inside his pucker.

My stomach growled.  It was empty and I'd skipped dinner waiting for
this.  The more room in my belly--the more shit I could ingest! I
rubbed my nosed all over his pucker to transfer its odor to me.  Then
it opened.  The ring of his asshole expanded slowly to reveal a hard
knobby piece.  Those weren't my favorite, but I sucked on it to get it
wet.  My entire mouth was over it and the protruding ass lips that
were giving birth to it.  He grunted and out came an inch of turd
meat.  I bit the chunk off and chewed hurriedly.  It was waxy and dry.
I had to chew it up in bits and it was hard to swallow fast.

"I need a drink!"

Lee stood over me and forced his dick into my mouth.  His hand gripped
my dirty Mohawk like it was a handle.  I waited about thirty seconds
and a steady stream of strong and salty piss rinsed his brother's shit
down my throat.  I guzzled drop after drop.  When I was done, I let
the rest of it drizzle on my face.

Meanwhile, Lee pushed out some more shit.  Half a log hung there.  I
gave it head and sucked like a good pig.  It was covered with a sticky
mucous that glistened under the lamplight.

"This one has good gravy on it!' I told him.

Lee bent down to tasted it.  He pulled the entire three-inch fat plug
of shit off with his teeth and began chewing.  I watched in awe.  His
big teeth chewed the crap into a pasty mush.  He grabbed my head and
fed it back to me like a mother bird feeding her chick.  Our lips were
locked as the nasty messy slop was forced back to me and I swallowed
in one big gulp.

Now softer shit started to push out.  It was now my favorite kind.
Not too soft and not hard.  Its flavor was different too.  As Derek
grunted, I pulled on his balls roughly and twisted them.  His hard
cock was pointed up to the ceiling.

His brother and me took turns eating from the soft log that inched its
way out from the feeding tube.  Suddenly, I bit into something hard.
I pulled it out of my mouth.

"Hey bro, he found that gum you swallowed by accident last week!"

"Oh yeah?" Derek said.  He turned around and pulled it from my hand.
Then he started chewing it!

The two of us laughed and continued to eat his butt food. Our faces
were covered in it and our hands were totally brown.  Now and then I
had smeared some on my cock to keep it moist for jacking.  Yet, we
managed to get nothing on the floor of the living room.  The air
conditioner was going non-stop and most of the smoke had cleared.  The
room smelled of tobacco and shit.  It was incredible.

Derek managed to squeeze out more than we could eat.  After each long
soft turd eased out, then another came!  We just let it pile up on a
plate that Lee went and got halfway through.

"How the fuck do you possibly so much to produce all of this? I asked.

Derek just shrugged his shoulders like it was a stupid question.

"Let's go to the bedroom guys!" he suggested.

Once there, the guys took turns fucking me.  While I got fucked, they
smeared soft shit all over me. In the end, no part of me was left
uncovered except for an inch around my eyes.  Lee shoved some in my
upper ear lobes and into my left nostril.  In between fucks, one of
the logs was repacked into my ass.  When they started fucking me again
I was so full that it oozed out around their cocks.  They made me
clean their dirty cocks with my mouth.

I drank a gallon of piss between the two of them.  After each of them
had came twice up my ass, I did my best to feed it to them.  When I
pushed hard, nasty farts rumbled as shit and sperm oozed out.  Lee
caught some on his fingers and fed it to me.  The two of them shared
the rest.  I lay tired on the floor while the two of them kissed like
devoted lovers--stopping only intermittently to lick my shitty cum from
each other's fingers.

As fun as it was, my dick was burning from the dried shit and my back
itched.  We went outside and hosed each other down.  A regular shower
followed and then we cleanup of our shitty feet prints from the living
room to bedroom on the wood floors.  We piled in the bed but we
weren't done yet.  I couldn't keep my eyes off Derek's protruding,
puffy, and loose hole.  I asked if I could fist him again and he
agreed.

We lubed him up good and got out some towels.  After lubing my hand
with a can of Crisco sitting on his dresser, I started with fingers
and made my way to my whole fist.  I loved the feeling of being inside
him.  He was so hot in there.  Little shit came out as he'd vacated
hours before...but the awesome thing was his rosebud.  After less than
half an hour, his asshole pushed open and its glistening rectal lining
popped out.

His ass protruded to a giant rosebud.  I pushed it back in so I could
see it expand again.  I pulled my fist out in a manner that made the
hole gape open and once again the hole prolapsed and shiny moist skin
puffed out.


"Nice one bro!" Lee said.  "It's perfect!"

Derek backed onto my face and pushed the rosebud over my mouth.  I
licked it all over and pushed my mouth into it.  It was so big it
totally covered my mouth.  It had a wild smell to it.  I was too tired
to cum again but Derek sucked my dick while his ass was in my face.  I
was such a pig and loved it.  I wondered how anything else could beat
this kind of sex.

Lee and I took turns making out with his brother's swollen man cunt.
I thought it was the perfect equivalent for the vagina on a man.  Big
enough to suck on its folds and still barely tight enough to fuck.  I
didn't desire to have my ass like that, but I'd love having one at my
disposal any time I wanted it.  So I envied his brother for sure.

We all tired out and lay together on their big bed and I had zero
energy to lick, suck, or fuck anything else.  I feel asleep in bliss.
I wished I could do this every day.

- - -

I returned home Saturday with no mention of shit sex to dad.  I came
home scrubbed and fresh and he never asked about it.  I made sure to
let him know I was totally clean, gargled, and brushed before
initiating sex with him.  Dad was napping in the late afternoon and I
was horny again.   I snuggled up to him hoping to wake him for a fuck
or sixty-nine.  He rolled over and kissed me on the side of the face.

"You got a message on the machine buddy!"

I walked to the phone and hit the play button.  I scratched my ass as
it started up.

"Hey Max--was wondering if you wanna come out to the farm tomorrow.  My
parents are done and def shouldn't get back soon.  Let me know and
I'll buzz around your place and pick you up!"

I smiled as I played Blake's message again.

"You sure got a big grin on your face!"

Dad was standing in the hallway.

"And my god...you just spent all night rolling around with two football
jocks and you're ready for more?"

"Hell yeah dad!"

I looked down and my dick was straight up against my stomach.  I
rubbed it as I called Blake."

"Hey bud...it's me!"

TO BE CONTINUED...