Date: Fri, 30 Sep 2016 13:09:29 -0500
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Redneck Brothers And Shit Pt 12

Redneck Brothers And Shit Pt 12



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I was anxious to see Blake again.  I called and he told me that his
parents were going out of town again.  I was skeptical about going.

"No man, it will be different.  I am taking them to the airport in
Dallas myself and I'll watch them fucking take off so I KNOW they will
be gone."

"Sounds nice man...so when?"

"They leave next Sunday afternoon.  Can I pick you up on the way back
from the airport?"

I replied, "Fuck yeah!"

My dick hardened thinking about having sex with Blake again.  I was
stroking my meat while we talked.  My dad watched from the kitchen
table as he date dinner.   When I got off the phone I was super horny.

"Does your penis ever go down?" dad joked.

"No sir...it's always at attention!"

Dad ate the rest of his spaghetti and put the fork down.

"You wanna get laid?" he asked.

"Sure dad...fuck me!"

"You and your language!"

"Sorry dad..."

I walked over to him and sat on his lap.  I straddled his lap and put
my legs around the chair.  He smelled sweaty and sexy.  I loved his
"after work" smell.  We kissed as his hands slid up my smooth back.
When they slid down again, each rested on the opposite butt cheek.
His middle finger of his left hand reached for my hole and rubbed it.
Dad's tongue rolled into my mouth and dueled with mine.  Dad was a
fantastic kisser!

After passionate making out, I slid off his lap and pulled out his
dick.  Dad looked so hot with his pants still on but no shirt and his
cock out.  My head bobbed up and down and he sighed.   I licked all
over his balls and then sucked him all the way down to his pubes.  I
even rubbed his socked feet while I fellated him (he loved foot rubs).
Dad pinched each of my tits lightly and I moaned.

"Stand up partner!"

He lifted the glass cover off of the stick of butter on the table and
ran two fingers through it.  He rubbed a lot on his dick.  Then he
grabbed more and lubed my ass good by poking his fingers in my
asshole.  When he got to three fingers, he told me to bend over the
table.  His fingers drilled into me.  Next I felt dad's cock sliding
up into me.  The butter made a wonderful, slick lube with tight
suction.  I stuck my ass in the air bent over to give him full access.

"You always feel so good buddy!  I love screwing you, son."

"I love it too dad!"

His thrusts got faster and his hips moved harder.  His balls hung out
of his zipper and bounced around as my hole was banged.  After five or
so minutes, he moved me to the bed by picking me up and carrying me.
When he put me on the bed, I lay on my side.  I pulled my upper leg by
the knee up to my chest.  This exposed my crack for dad's reentry.
He fucked me a long time that way with one foot on the floor and one
on the bed.

He finally moved me on the bed on my back and pulled my feet over his
head.  He sucked the toes on my left foot while he continued to fuck
me hard.  I was jacking the whole time and his humping felt great.  I
loved the full feeling in my ass while his head nearly popped out each
time...but then right before it nearly came out he rammed it back
inside.  Dad rolled on top of me and we made out as he neared the
finish line.  His pounding didn't slow down at all.

Drops of sweat fell on my mouth and face as he fucked harder and
harder.  I loved my dad so much—maybe I was a little in love with him
(I wondered)...but the fatherly bond and lover connection was so
amazing.  Every time we fucked like that I felt an amazing bond with
him.  I felt so lucky to be having sex with my father.

I closed my eyes and felt it coming.  Dad sensed this and took over
jacking me.  He spit on his hand and milked my dick by squeezing the
head hard on each up stroke.  I began spewing all over.  I gasped and
sputtered—the orgasm was intense.  He collapsed on me just after and
started cumming inside me.  When it was done, my normally pale and
white skin was flushed and pink.

He rolled over on his back.  I immediately got up and sucked his cock
clean.  I saw no shit but I tasted flavor of ass gravy (mucous) mixed
with the new taste of the butter lube.   Still horny, I unzipped his
pants and pulled off his socks.  He lifted up his waist so I could
pull his pants and underwear off.

"Roller over dad!"

"You going for round two?"

"Yeah, I wanna take it slow and eat your ass!"

There was no protest about not being clean and no hesitation to let me
eat his sweaty crack out. I knew he was tired and was about to doze.
He plopped on his stomach after I stripped him.  I scooted between his
hairy legs.  I pulled his ass apart and dove in.  It was musky and
damp...the way I liked it.  I pulled his cheeks apart tightly to see it
all good.  He farted a silent puff and said nothing.  I started
fucking his tight hole with my tongue.  I buried it deep as I could.
I pushed my nose in the light ass hairs to get the scent on me.  Then
I heard him lightly snore.

That was my signal to secretly go further.  I got my middle finger wet
with spit and slowly pushed it in his hole.  He didn't stir.  I pushed
it in a couple of inches subtly and just held it there.   After no
protest, I wiggled it around and felt mushy soft shit.  I pulled out
my finger and it was coated with dad's fudge.  I quickly licked it
off.  I carefully dug in there a few more times as I beat off.  His
shit was bitter with a strange twang.  In the light from the small
lamp, the color of his soft shit was a golden brown instead of the
usual darker color.  I rubbed the last dollop of it against the roof
of my mouth and furiously jacked off.

I shot another load that wasn't as impressive.  As cum dripped down
the back of my hand to my wrist, I quickly licked it all off.   I
farted and felt my dad's load dripping from my hole.  I caught it in
my other hand and farted.  A nasty wet noise followed and the jizz
spurted out.   My hand had a nice amount of goo in it...so I sucked it
out of my palm.  The combination of dad's shit and his cum mixing in
my mouth was sublime.

I had to piss, so I stood up and dizzily walked to the bathroom.  It
was a little difficult to get a stream going because my dick just
wouldn't go down.  I managed to piss enough to relieve the pressure.
I felt sticky so I washed my hands and face.  Then I went to snuggle
with dad.

He looked hot lying on his belly where I left him.  I caressed his
back and butt cheeks as a continuance of making my tired dad feel
good.  His arms were folded up under his head and I touched his curly
pit hairs.

"That tickles..." he said sleepily.

"Aha...I thought you were asleep dad."

"I dozed in an out.  The finger thing felt kind of good."

I was kind of embarrassed because I thought he was sleeping while I
finger out his shit.

"What did it taste like?"

"What??" I feigned surprise.

"You know bud...whatever you dug out of there."

Busted again.

"Well dad...it's kind of hard to describe unless you try it."

"I will pass son," he said with a slight laugh.

"It's kind of earthy tasting mix with a sort of bitter flavor.  You
know like when you were a kid...did you ever taste mud or dirt?" I
asked.

"I think I know what you mean...but that's it?"

"No dad...turds can taste good and bad.  Seems the darker the more
bitter.  Sometimes it tastes even kind of acrid like if you ever
licked metal.  Sometimes there's almost no taste and sometimes it
might have a sweet aftertaste."

Wow!  I'd just confessed to being a connoisseur of shit flavors.
There was no backing out of that.  I just waited for his reaction.

"Well, from what you told me, you must have experimented when you were
a kid a lot.  Did you taste it when you shit out in the bushes?"

"Yeah."

"But I'm guessing your experience really has come from fooling around
with your jock buddies."

"Oh my god dad...I can't believe we're talking about this.  It's
embarrassing and cool at the same time."

"I don't understand your attraction to it.  You've obviously not
gotten sick from it yet.  I suppose it's not a far step from me
pissing down your throat—which I think is really hot."

What a release it was to be so free with my dad talking about
anything!  I was getting hard again.  I didn't have enough energy to
beat off though.  Instead, I continued to rub his back.

"Don't get mad if I don't feel like kissing you right now!"

I didn't tell him that we'd kissed before after I'd eaten my own shit
in the bathroom with no gargling.  I just let it be.  I grabbed his
hand and held it tight as I rested my head against his shoulder.  He
reached with his other hand and turned off the lamp.  I went to bed
that night feeling so relieved.  My now knew my darkest sexual
secrets.

- - -

The week passed quickly through Wednesday.  At work, I got a surprise
visit from Blake at the hardware store that day.   Craig had just
disappeared to the stockroom or bathroom.  I jumped when Blake
approached me from behind with a grab of my ass.

"Oh shit man!  I thought it was my boss!"

We laughed heartily over my reaction.

"So you ready to get fucking stoned out of your mind again dude?"

"Hell yeah...and have fantastic sex!"

It was cute the way he blushed when I said that.   We chatted a couple
of more minutes before he said he had to get going  (he said his dad
sent him into town for some groceries his mom needed).  Before I let
him go, I pulled his face to mine and kissed him full on the lips with
my tongue entering his mouth for just a few seconds.  When he moved
back, I saw Craig standing right behind him.  He didn't look happy.

I let walked around me.  He walked forward away from me and he never
turned around to see that my boss had seen us.   As Blake moved toward
the front of the store down the plumbing aisle, we heard the front
door open (the bell hanging on the top of it rattled and rang).  We
promptly headed up front.

I was very nervous while Craig helped an old man looking for paint
thinner.  I heard him asking the man what he needed it for and then
recommended a particular brand of it.  I opened a box of bug spray and
stocked it with shaky hands.  The last thing I needed was to get fired
from my first job for kissing a boy.  I felt butterflies in my stomach
and I farted "nervous" farts silently.

Once the old guy left, I heard Craig's footsteps nearing me.  I
pretended to be deep in concentration.  I meticulously front-faced the
spray cans in front of me.

"You can't do that here!"

I was waiting for the bad news...

"This redneck town doesn't go for that.  You really need to be more
careful.  The store isn't the place for that."

That's all he said and turned and walked away.  I sighed with relief.
I couldn't tell if that was just friendly advice from a gay man or
just a warning to "watch out".

- - -

The next two days I carefully watched Craig.  He wasn't obviously
effeminate by a casual glance or two, but when he was exasperated he
sighed dramatically.  If mad (like he dropped something or knocked
over anything) his tone sounded kind of gay.  I even spied through the
shelves when a hot man entered the store to gauge his reaction, but he
was strictly professional.

Then Saturday morning, a gorgeous guy came in.  He might have been
about 30 and had a face like a model.  His hair was like Curt Cobain's
and he wore a skintight wife beater shirt.  He had on athletic shorts
that were tight on his perfect round ass.  He was scruffy and had
clear green eyes.  His arms and chest were muscular with a flat belly
below.  His hair was a sandy blonde color...he was perfect.

When we approached him, he was flustered and confused.  He dug into
his only small pocket and dug out two lists.  When he did that, it
pulled his crotch material tighter and you could tell he was
free-balling because his balls swung.

"Hey guys...I'm needing to fix some stuff around the house.  I need—"

He rambled on and seemed to be extremely scatter-brained.  He
mentioned things that his wife wanted fixed and painted.  Craig took
him around the store and I followed to get stuff off the shelf for
them or to reach really high stuff.  In the end, the man left with a
huge cart of stuff.  I helped him load it all in the back of his SUV
after he checked out.  I walked back inside as the man pulled out of
the parking lot.  Craig had been watching us from the door.

"That man hasn't a clue about any home repairs!" I said. "His wife
might as well do all that stuff herself".

Craig shook his head and sighed.

He added, "Hell, if I had THAT man around the house I'd wouldn't care
if he lifted a finger!"

Then he walked off toward the back office.  I grinned at his comment.
Yes indeed, he was gay too!

- - -

Sunday morning, I slept late and rolled around naked in bed with dad.
I sucked him off, but I didn't shoot a load.  I wanted to save my cum
for whatever Blake had planned for us.  Dad and I napped until the
afternoon when the phone rang.  It was Blake.

He told me that he'd pick me up in two hours.  I hit the shower and
put some clothes into my backpack.  I made dad and I some sandwiches
and watched TV until I saw the truck outside the window.  When I heard
the loud engine of the truck, I jumped up to head out.

"Hold on...let him knock and come in. "

"Come on dad..."

"Let him use his manners."

"Dad, you're acting like I'm some girl with a boyfriend coming to pick
her up for a date."

"No, I'm advising you to no act so anxious.  Chill out and let him
come in.  Are you embarrassed by your dad?"

"No way dad!"

By then, heard Blake knocking.  I casually strolled over and opened
the door to let him in.  He was in a tight red t-shirt that showed off
his slim body perfectly.  His hair was cut really short.  He looked
extremely handsome.

"Nice cut farm boy!" I told him.

He flipped me off and then acted embarrassed because he didn't realize
my dad was in the room.

"Sorry, sir."

"No worries buddy.  You guys each want a bottle of cold water to take
with you?  I see you look a little hot."

Dad was referring to the light sweat on Blake's forehead.  I wanted to
comment because Blake did look hot—hot as fuck.

"Yes sir...thanks.  It's a scorcher out there."

Dad walked to the fridge and took out two bottles of water.   Blake
opened his but I just held mine for later.  I saw a bead of sweat drip
down his temple.

Blake sat down on the couch and we chatted with dad.  Dad asked about
the farm and what they raised.  I got bored and wanted to leave right
away.  Blake seemed to enjoy dad's talk.  I wanted to be at Blake's
house getting stone and having sex.  After twenty minutes or so, I
stood up and hinted for us to leave.  I took my backpack and followed
Blake out.  He shook dad's hand before walking through the door.  Dad
winked at me as if saying, "way to go son"!

- - -

"Your dad's really cool."

If only he knew how cool dad really was—so cool he would fuck and suck me!

"Dad's kind of corny, but he's a good guy."

"He's not so stern like mine.  My dad can be a dick.  He treats me
like a fuckin' farm hand.  If I'm chllin' and relaxing he finds
something for me to do.  It never ends."

Blake pulled off his shirt and rolled it up neatly.  He placed it on
the seat between us as he got in.  I figured that's how he rode over
so he didn't get his shirt all sweaty.  I thought it was sexy.

"You need to get your head shaved!  Your Mohawk needs a cut."

"Oh yeah?" I said and rolled my eyes.

He just grinned back at me.  His smile touched me somehow and I felt
really good.  My mood lightened despite the ungodly heat.  When he got
on the road and sped up, hot air blew all the cab and it felt like an
electric hair dryer blowing in my face.  I was relieved when the sun
went behind some thick clouds and we were in the shadow below.

I felt horny and was going to grab his crotch.  That was a more like a
move Lee or Derek would make.  Instead, I just slid my hand into his.
He smiled again and I smiled back at him.  We held hands like that
until we finally got to the turnoff for his farm.  He drove through a
big metal gate and got out to close it behind him.  He hopped back in
and then I couldn't hold back anymore...I grabbed his crotch.  I rubbed
his dick and it hardened fast.

"Feels good!" he said.

"Just wait until we get inside—I'll make it feel even better!"

He grabbed his shirt and walked into the house ahead of me.  The same
dog I met before was dozing in the shade of their screened in porch.
Beside the dog was a huge electric fan and a big bowl of water.  Blake
petted the dog and it's tail wagged.  I reached out to pet him and he
bumped his head under my hand.  I rubbed his head and his tail wagged
rapidly.

"He likes you!"

I followed Blake into the house and felt the air conditioner blowing
from the nearby window unit.  The country style furniture and décor
looked dated as before, but the house was immaculate.  He sat down to
pull off his weathered cowboy boots.  The blue and green crocheted
afghan draped against the back of the couch slid sideways as he leaned
forward.

"Let me!" I asked.

He stuck his legs up in the air and I grabbed one foot.   I pulled his
boot hard--a whoosh of humid air wafted from his boot as it slid off.
I smelled a mix of old leather and feet sweat.  The boot smelled
awesome from ages of wear...I liked it.  I pulled off the other as he
unsnapped his jeans.

"Get me naked dude!"

I grabbed the ends of his jeans and pulled them off as he lifted his
butt.  No underwear.  He sat there in dirty socks full of holes and
wiggled his toes.  On my knees, I bent over and rubbed his feet
through his damp socks.

"Feels nice man!"

My dick was rock hard.  Just touching him made my dick fully erect.  A
cute naked guy in his socks on the couch!

"Your turn to strip ME!" I said.

He stood up and pulled off my shirt.  I reached around him and slid my
hands down to his perfectly smooth butt cheeks.  They felt cool and
damp in my hands.  Our bare upper bodies rubbed against each other.
He was so new to sex, so I took the lead.  I let him stand against me
at first as I continued to grope his ass.  Then I slid one hand up and
placed it on his chin.  I gently moved his face upward.  Our eyes met
and our lips locked.

I moved my tongue all around the inside of his mouth sucking his spit
into my mouth.  He moaned as sucked on his tongue.  He seemed to be
relaxed despite not having smoked some pot already.  I moved my mouth
down and licked all over his neck and then licked his face.  I licked
across his nose...his eyelids.  He just stood there with his eyes
closed.

He reached down and unbuttoned my fly and pulled my pants past my
butt.  I nodded downward and he squatted to untie my Doc Martens.
Each slipped off easily.  He pulled the jeans all the way down and I
stepped out of them.  Now we were both naked except for our dirty
socks. I pushed him onto the couch when he stood up in one forceful
push.  As I lay on top of him, we made out for a very long time.
There was lots of foreplay: groping cocks, sucking tits and armpits,
ball sniffing, etc.

"Let's go to my room!"

"Let's go to your parent's room!" I countered.

He seemed unsure at first and then got up and led me my upstairs.
Holding my hand, we walked to the far end of the dark hall past his
room and his bathroom to his mom and dad's room.  The door was open
and we stepped into a slightly cooler space.  He reached toward the
window unit controls and turned the air to a faster speed.

The furniture looked antique.  The bedstead was a gigantic affair with
lots of fancy engraving.  The dresser and a chest on either side
matched the design.  While the rest of the décor (photos, knickknacks,
chairs, etc.) looked more rural and "countrified", the bed looked to
be more fancy—but very old.  Each side of the bed had a small wooden
step pushed just under the covers.

Blake had to hop up on the bed using the portable step.  Being much
taller, it was easy for me to sit on it and then pull my legs up onto
the mattress.  Above us was a ceiling fan with a long cord ending with
a faded green tassel.  The bedspread looked really old but had no
tears or rips.  On it was a giant image of a nature scene sown onto it
with embroidery outlining it.  It wasn't comfortable to lie on.

"We should probably pull this back," I suggested.

"Yeah, you're right man."

We lifted our asses up as he carefully pulled the spread toward the
foot of the bed.  The sheets smelled like fresh laundry with a floral
sent wafting over it.  The pillows were soft and feathery.

"So where were we?" I joked.

He rolled over on to me and we began making out again.  His kissing
grew more confident and skilled by the minute.  The cool room felt
nice with only minimal light coming from the closed blinds.  I moved
down to suck on Blake's penis.  The ring in his dick clanked against
my teeth.  I went fully down on his penis and felt the cold metal in
the back of my throat.

"Oh shit...that feels so fucking good man!"

I smiled even with my mouth full of my teen buddy's dick.  I played
with his ball sack with one hand while the other reached up for a
nipple.  He jumped when I started tweaking it.  He groaned more and
more.  I bobbed my head up and down for a couple of minutes.  There
was no warning other than him grabbing my hair tightly in his fist.
He pulled my head down hard.

"Uhhhhhh...uhhhhhhh!"

He filled my mouth full of his delicious sperm.  I let it all pump out
before I swallowed it.

"You got nice cum dude!"

Out of breath, he laughed.

"Thanks man."

He ran his fingers through his hair.

"I didn't mean to cum so soon."

"So what?  There's more where that came from right?"

"Fuck yeah!"

Next he rolled over fast and started sucking on my dick.

"Teeth buddy...teeth.'

"Sorry."

"Just wrap your lips over them," I said.  "Oh yeah, just like that!"

He got into it and started sucking me correctly.  I lay back with my
hands behind my head and elbows out on the comfy big pillow.  My dick
felt good in his warm mouth.  I wasn't going to cum that soon though.
I let him suck a long time.

"I think you're getting the hang of it brotha'!"

"Fuck my jaw aches now!"

"Don't be a pussy!" I joked.

That was the motivation he needed.  He sucked faster and tighter.  The
faster speed did it for me.

"Here it comes and don't fuckin' stop!" I yelled.

He sucked up and down steadily with no slowing down.  My orgasm
started and I felt the cum welling up in my dick as it flooded his
mouth.  I bucked my hips to fuck his face.  I groaned really loud and
then grabbed his smooth shoulders.

"Okay, I'm done!"

With my permission to stop he pulled off and looked up me.  Cum
drained out of his mouth down his chin.  I pulled him to my face and
rammed my tongue between his lips.  I sucked out as much of my cum as
I could find.  We kissed and kissed until we fell over tired.

- - -

After giving each other a blow, we ended up napping in each other's
arms for an hour or so.  When I woke up and heard him almost snoring,
I pulled away gently to get up and take a piss.  He rolled over and
faced the window.  I gently scooted off the bed and tiptoed into the
dark bathroom.  I felt for a light switch and turned it on.

The room was huge.  There was a shower in one corner and an old
fashioned antique tub in the other corner.  The floor was covered in
black and while porcelain tiles, which felt cool to my feet.  I walked
to toilet and sat down on it to pee.  I saw bottles of perfume on one
side and old colognes on the other.  The room smelled of a hint of
bleach mixed with Old Spice cologne.  Like the rest of the house, the
bathroom was designed in another era and had stayed that way.  A small
can of Lilac scent air freshener sat on the back of the toilet.

I noticed all this as I drained my bladder.  I flushed the toilet and
walked up to the big mirror.  On the counter was an old school
razor—the kind that you twist the bottom and it opens up at the other
end to access the flat blade.  Next to it was a can of store-brand
shaving cream.  Such old school stuff.

"Please don't move anything!"

I jumped.  His voice startled me.

"Dude, I just pissed.  And I flushed it."

"No offense man...but my parents will notice anything that's been moved.
We better put the cover back on the bed."

The two of us made the bed back up and it looked like how I remembered
it from entering.

"I'm hungry!"

"Me too," I said.

I followed him downstairs where we ate delicious leftovers that his
mom had cooked some days before.  Like before, there was a chocolate
cake.  We ate a couple of pieces.

"I guess it's good that we are eating before smoking pot instead of
after," I told him.

"Yeah, it would look funny for me to have eaten so much food by myself."

"Well don't they know you might have friends over?"

"My dad acted really funny about you being over last time.  I think he
knows we were up to no good."

"Do you mean us smoking weed or having sex?"

"I think he smelled the weed."

"Well this time we should smoke it outside."

"Agreed! But it's too fucking hot now.  We'll need to wait until the
sun goes down."

As we ate the chocolate cake, we didn't say much.  I washed it down
with a glass of cold milk.  We sat at a bar that was at the edge of
the kitchen beyond the stove.  I slid my hand on his upper leg and
stopped just as I reached his dick.  I stroked it in its limp state.
It came back to life instantly in my hand.

"So tell me about the other dudes you're fooled around with.  You're
so good in the sack.  What all have you done?"

He seemed to really want to know about my sexual experiences.  I
avoided that question last time.  I couldn't tell him about the bro's
because they asked me to be discreet.  I couldn't tell him I had sex
with my dad all the time either.

"Just buddies."

"Well duh man...but how did you get them to do it?  I doubt you seduced
them all by getting them stoned on a blunt and then fucked them!"

"Is that what I did to you?  Got you stoned and then seduced you?" I teased.

"Well, I got US stoned...but would you have tried otherwise?  How did
you get a chance to do it with other guys?"

"So you know some other guys you want to get it on with farm boy?" I
teased again.

"Fuck you!"

Now he seemed to get a little irritated.  He was trying to be serious
and I was being an ass.  He really wanted to know how to initiate sex
with dudes.

"Seriously Blake...sometimes you gotta take a chance and go for it.
Sometimes you could risk getting your ass kicked.  In this situation I
ended up screwing a hot and sexy motherfucker who I wanna kiss because
he looks so cute with chocolate icing on his face!"

He grinned big.  My dick rose because I imagined that the fudgy icing
was shit on his mouth.  God I wanted to taste his shit so bad.  For
now I'd settle for ordinary sex.  I vowed to find out what kinky
things he was into.  I already got him to admit his dog fucked him.  I
wondered if it was a regular thing or what.

"Bend over dude!" I told him.

"For what?"

"Just do it!"

He stood up and leaned over the barstool.  I moved behind him and
pulled is ass cheeks apart.  I squatted and sniffed his crack.  Sweaty
and nice.  I pushed my nose in there and smelled the wonderful scent
of ass.  I smelled the tiniest hint of soap mixed with an odor that
was like sweaty pubes.  I put my lips around his tight crinkled hole
and sucked.  He cooed as I did this.  I pretended to be French kissing
it and kept my lips planted on it...but then I drilled my tongue
inward.  I did this for a couple of minutes and kept feeling around
for a turd or nugget but he seemed to be empty.  My knee cramped after
more rimming.

"Hey, go lay in the floor in there like you're watching TV...and watch some TV".

We got up and walked into the living room where he grabbed a pillow
from the couch.  He lay on his stomach with his chin on the pillow.  I
found the remote and handed it to him.  He clicked the TV on and moved
it to different channels as I got between his legs on my stomach.  He
left it on some space movie.  I went back to munching his hole.

For the next hour, I serviced his butthole.  Now and then, I pulled
his dick backward and licked its underside, balls, and taint.  I was
mostly focused on sucking those asslips.  The longer I sucked, the
more they protruded.  I casually pushed in my middle finger and he
moaned.  After two fingers, he groaned again.

"Sounds like somebody wants to get fucked!"

He didn't answer.  I dug around in there for shit and found nothing.

"Your turn!" he said.

He sprung up and stood over me.  I looked up and he nodded toward the
pillow—he wanted to eat my hole this time.  I scooted up.  He lay were
I had been and I felt his tongue gently lapping around my asshole.  It
almost tickled.  I couldn't resist teasing him again.

"You gonna eat it like a girl or like a man?"

He slapped my ass hard!

"Ouch fucker!" I laughed.

Then his mouth sucked harder on my pucker.  I felt a tongue forcing
it's way inside.  It sort of felt the way Lee ate me out...but of course
Lee was usually eating shit out of me when he did it.  I got harder
thinking about laying a turd in Blake's mouth without telling him.
But I didn't feel an urge to shit and I didn't want to ruin our
intimate setting.  So, I let him eat my ass until he tired of it.
That seemed to be almost half an hour later.

"Fuck man, sorry but my jaw hurts!"

"No worries, farm boy.  You did a great job.  Now come kiss me!"

Another test to make sure he didn't mind us kissing after rimming each
other.  He had no problems...he laid on top of me and kissed like a pro.
When done, he moved down to service my nipples.  I totally fucking
loved that and I don't think I'd told him that before.  He sucked the
first one and got it hard and then tweaked it with his fingers as he
sucked the other one.  This back and forth nip play drove me nuts.
However, I vowed I'd save my next load for a fuck.  I wanted to fuck
him while we got stoned.

"Hey, I need to close up one of the pens and water the stock!"

Well, it was a diversion.  He got up and walked around looking for his boots.

"You can wait in here if you want.  If you can't take the heat!" he remarked.

"I'm coming!"

I went and grabbed my Doc Martens and pulled them on.  I pulled the
laces tight and tucked them in the boots.  As I followed him out I
admired his naked body wearing just cowboy boots.

"You're fucking hot in just those boots dude!"

"Thanks!"

He looked at me and grinned.

- - -

Outdoors it was still quite hot even though the sun had disappeared.
I heard crickets chirping all around us.  There were a few floodlights
turned on that lit the area around the barn and stables.  Inside the
barn the lights were turned on as well.  He checked water levels for
all the animals and fed some of them (the others would be fed early in
the morning he said).  The last pen he checked was the pigs.  It stunk
so badly.  He sprayed a hose into the mud that they had been rooting
and wallowing in.  The water didn't pool but just soaked in.  Beyond
that was a bunch of small pigs laying in hay making snorting noises.

"You wanna come in here and check them out?"

It was a dare.  He figured I wouldn't come in there because of the
muck and stench.  Little did he know...

"Sure man!"

After I opened the gate and closed it, the pigs started fussing.

"They think we're going to feed them. "

I walked into the pen on the dry dirt side...on top of the ground was a
light covering of hay.  I stayed on the dry side instead of moving
into the muck he was standing in.

"You scared? Come look at them up close."

The grunting and squeals became louder.  I walked to where he stood
with the hose.  When I walked carefully into the muddy mess, I walked
slowly so I wouldn't fall.  Once past that section, I bent over to
touch one of the pigs on the head.

"Oink oink!" I said.

Then Blake sprayed me hard in the ass crack with a hard stream of
water from the hose.  The sprayer on the hose made the stream hard as
it invaded my hole and I fell foreword right into the filthy mud and
pig feces!

The breath was knocked out of me for a moment while he howled with
laughter.  Dazed, I looked down and saw the hose was twisted in a loop
around where he stood.  It was flat on the ground.  I sat up. When I
got up, the mud crackled from the suction of my chest pulling out of
it.  On impulse, I grabbed the hose and pulled it with all my
strength...he fell sideways in pig shit.

Then I was laughing my ass off at HIM!  He looked stunned for a minute
and then started laughing too.

"I got you back farm boy!"

He jumped up and landed on me hard.  Before I knew it, we were
wrestling each other in the filthy mud of the pigsty.  Flies appeared
from nowhere and buzzed all around us.  We rolled around, fell over,
pinned each other down, etc.  When I wasn't expecting it, he reached
down and grabbed my cock.

"Fuck, you're hard too!"

"Yeah I am dude!"

We just lay there and loosened our grip.

"Why are we so hard...because of the body contact or because we're doing
it in pig shit?" I asked.

He just shrugged and said, "Why ask why?"

He rolled on top of me and pushed me down in the nasty goo that was
starting to firm up.  More insects buzzed around us under the
floodlights.  We kissed hard with our chests pressed hard together.

"Fuck me!" he gasped.

I pushed him hard on his back and he lay there submissively.  I pushed
his legs up over my shoulders and I spit liberally into his asscrack.
I had mud or pigs hit on my cock.  I rubbed the slimy muck on my cock
and slowly pressed into it into his asshole.

"God yes!" he cried.

I was so turned on I just started fucking with no abandon.  I didn't
even last five minutes.  When I started cumming, I didn't care if he
was close or not.  I just spilled my jizz into his rectum and then
fell on him.

He was giggling.

"Oh my god...I came.  I didn't even jerk off.  Look!"

A puddle of cum lay in his pubic hair.  I used my hand to milk the
rest of the cum out of his penis.

- - -

As we sat up and realized the reality of our horniness, neither of us
said a word.  We were both amazed.  We were both covered in dried pig
shit and mud.  I scratched my back and felt the mud cracking on my
skin.  I stood up and looked around.  The pigs were sleeping except
for one of them facing me...eyes open.  The temperature outside was
still hot and felt to be just under 90F.  We were both dripping with
sweat where there wasn't dried shit on us.

"Now's a good time to smoke that weed!" I suggested.  "We better hose
off so we can go back in your house."

"It's not in there any more!"

I followed him to the stable where he pulled some loose boards away to
expose a hideaway.  There were some gay porn mags, a lighter, and a
Ziploc back of weed.  He pulled out a small pipe.  Next, he showed me
how to fill the pipe and light it.

We sat there for the next fifteen or twenty minutes getting stoned.
My head buzzed fast.  Before I felt good and before the hunger came, I
felt dizzy...almost nauseous.

"I think I'm gonna hurl!" I told him.

"Don't be a pussy.  Just breath in and out.  Relax."

I looked over at him and saw how dirty he was.  I knew there was no
way now that he'd freak if he found out I was into shit.  I hesitated
to say anything.  Another wave of nausea came over me and distracted
me.  Once it passed, I figured I'd be okay.  I supposed it was the
effect of the marijuana in my full stomach of food.  I felt dizzy and
a wonderful buzz came over me as the stomach symptoms subsided.

"This shit is making me itch.  Let's go hose off in the garden," he said.

I followed him out of there.  When he got to the gate of the house, he
opened a box and turned off some of the big lights. Only smaller
lights stayed on near each building.  We walked up to the house and he
turned on a water hose beside his mother's flower garden.   We pulled
out boots off and stood on a small concrete block next to a bench.  He
showered me off first.  I looked down and saw the dirt and shit
dissolving away.  The water renewed the odors and I got kind of horny
again—but then I was stoned as fuck.

I washed him off too.  After we were both free of pig shit, we just
stood there with wet bodies glistening under the moonlight.  I kissed
him gently.  He reached around to hug me.  We stood like that for a
minute or so.  Out dicks pressed hard together.

"Fuck man, I'm starving!" he said.

We went inside and took a real shower together in his bathroom.  We
shampooed each other and grabbed each other's ass.  I felt stoned as
fuck.  While I was horny I was too buzzed and lazy to initiate more
sex.  I wanted food.  We dried off and walked down to the kitchen.

He popped some popcorn and fixed us some nachos with lots of
jalapenos.  We opened a liter of coke and took the food to the living
room.  We watched comedies on Nickelodeon channel and laughed our
asses off.  When watching I Love Lucy, Blake ejected a monster fart.
It was loud and gurgling and smelled wonderful.

I bent over and stuck my face in his crack and told him to do it again.

"You really are nasty man! Pig shit...and now rancid farts!"

"Dude...that's not all I like.  I think it's hot to watch a dude take a big shit!"

"What??" he laughed.

He laughed so hard he was in tears.  He spit out his chips onto his
chest and left it there.  I pulled the piece of chewed food off him
and plopped it in my mouth.

"Seriously man?" he asked.

"Yeah dude.  I think it's so hot!"

I was stoned, but was cool enough to not tell him I actually ate shit yet.

"Yeah man...they way an asshole opens up and pooches out and then the
turd comes.  It's so fucking hot to watch!"

He looked really intrigued.  He burped really loud.  I moved over to
smell it's aftermath.  I grabbed his faced and kissed him.  He had
some unchewed food in his mouth, which I sucked into mine.  When he
laughed again, I saw a large booger hanging in his right nostril.
Whenever he breathed hard it moved in and out.  I pointed to his nose.

"You got a little man there hanging out!"

Now it was hanging on two long nose hairs.  He stuck his finger in his
nose and dug out the giant booger.  Before he could wipe it off on
anything, I grabbed his hand and sucked it off his finger.

"Whoa man...you're trippin' me out!"

I just shrugged.

"Right now I gotta take a piss...you want that too?"

I answered by getting on my knees and opened my mouth wide.  He looked
amazed like he wasn't sure if I was serious.  When I sat there and
didn't move at all, he moved over and put his dick just over my mouth.
The flow started as a trickle and then grew into a full, yellow
stream.  I calmly swallowed it all as my mouth filled and emptied.
After nearly a minute, he was done.  He shook his dick on my tongue.

"Fuck man...you're worse than the pigs out there!" he laughed.

"Is that good or bad?"

"I don't know...I don't care.  I'm so stoned I'd even watch you do
anything you twisted fuck."

"So...," I said nervously.  "You gotta?"

"What?"

"Duh. Shit?"

"I don't think so...I normally take a dump first thing in the morning."

I felt embarrassed and disappointed.  Of course the feeling waned
quickly as I looked over at the big bowl of unfinished nachos.

"Well maybe we can substitute something?" I suggested.

"Huh?"

He looked so messed up and high.

"I'll be right back!" I told him.

I went to the kitchen to find certain food items.  I found a banana
and some white grapes.  In pantry I found a can of whipped cream.  I
took them to him and told him to bend over.  He was too stoned to
question it.  Remembering my dad's use of butter, I went back and
grabbed some margarine spread.

While he lay down, I lubed his hole by pressing some margarine in his
crack and into the anus.   I unpeeled the banana and pushed the tip
in.  His ass was so tight that it broke in the middle and half of it
got sucked in.  I rammed the rest of it in.

"Wow, that feels good!" he mumbled.

Next, I took the cold grapes that I found in the fridge and pressed
them inside one by one.  In all, pushed in about fifteen or so.  To
finish, I pressed the nozzle of the whipped cream can inside his hole
and pressed it.  It gurgled and popped as it sprayed the foamy liquid
into his rectum.  He was giggling the whole time.  I pulled him off
the floor.

The dining table looked extremely sturdy, so I pulled him over there
and told him to lie on it.  He scooted up on it and lay back.

"Pull your legs up and open that ass!"

He did as I ordered.  His puffy hole was now exposed and I kissed it.

"Now shit that food out!"

"I'll try."

I licked and sucked on his butthole to coax out the food.  Suddenly he
farted out a blob of whipped cream.  I sucked it up.  He grunted a
little and then more came.  I had to coax that hole to open up, so I
jammed two fingers inside.  When I pulled them out, mashed up bananas
squeezed out.  I ate every piece.  I was hoping I was getting some
shit pieces mixed in with the food, but the light wasn't bright enough
to see.  When I was satisfied there was nothing left but the grapes, I
had him get off the table and squat on my face.

I lay in the kitchen floor as he sat on his knees.  He grunted but nothing came.

"Act like you're shitting dude!"

"Fuck it man...I am!"

I licked and lapped at his hole to relax it.  It took about ten
minutes, but I was finally rewarded when his hole opened with a fart.
Then it opened to shove out two grapes.  As each popped in my mouth, I
chewed and swallowed quickly.  I was pretending the grapes were shit
nuggets.  More came as we sat there and waited.  His cock was hard the
whole time (as was mine).

When I was sure most were shitted out, I stuck my middle finger in to
dig around.  I found one straggler and fingered it out.  I sniffed it
first.  A hint of shit!  I chewed it and told him to get up.

"That was hot man!" he said.

"I agree sexy!"

I pulled him into a kissed and he didn't object (even though I'd just
eaten a load of food from his asshole).  I grabbed more butter and
lubed up my dick.  I sat on one of the dining chairs.  The hard wood
was a bit uncomfortable.  I asked him to sit in my lap.  AS he moved
down, I lined up my penis with his hole and pressed him down onto it.

"UGH!" he gasped.

"You okay farm boy?"

"Yeah, it just hurt a little."

"I want you to ride me!"

"Okay."

We wrapped our arms around each other and made out.  His butt lightly
lifted up and down.  I felt numb all over.  I was pretty spaced out.
I started talking crazy.

"Too bad your ass ain't full of shit.  I wanna shit fuck you bad!" I
blurted out.

He just sighed and rode my dick.  I started humping my hips.  It felt
really good...but over and over I tried to cum and I just couldn't.  I
was fully hard, but I couldn't build up to the climax.  I jacked him
off though.  He was able to cum eventually but the entire time acted
like he was nearly asleep. After he came, he stood up.

"You cum yet?"

"Hell, I don't even know. Let's just go to bed."

"Okay."

So we walked up to his bedroom and piled on the bed together.  I
didn't really sleep for a long time.  I just lay there numb and all
kinds of stuff went though my mind.  I thought about random things and
then about Blake.  I fantasized a couple of shit scenarios like him,
my dad, and the brother's lining up to shit for me.

I imagined a rim chair like I'd seen in one of Derek's gay magazines.
I imagined getting fed so much shit that I vomited it up and was then
made to eat it again.  That part of the fantasy made me cum as I
jacked off next to Blake.  He slept during the whole thing.  I licked
cum off my fingers and then stuck a middle finger softly into his ass.
I felt a turd!

I knew I had to make sure I got to see him shit in the morning.  The
thought of a log pushing out of his ass was the last thing I thought
of before I dozed off to sleep.

To Be Continued...