Date: Sat, 8 Oct 2016 18:14:47 -0500 From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com> Subject: Redneck Brothers And Shit Pt 13 Redneck Brothers And Shit Pt 13 (Remember, your donations allow everyone to enjoy this and other stories--please consider a donation to Nifty.org) An alarm went off and I covered my head with a pillow. "Get up dude...you need to help me!" I forgot where I was until I heard Blake's voice shouting at me. He turned on a light and looked for his boots. I saw him picking up some shorts. "Why are you putting on clothes? No one is around but me!" He shrugged and tossed the shorts in a corner. He picked my boots and tossed them onto me. I groggily put them on. I looked at the clock--4am. I still felt kind of stoned and lethargic. I got up and followed him down the stairs. We stopped in the kitchen for him to splash some cold water on his face. I did the same. My body ached as if I did a strenuous workout the day before. Over the next two hours, we opened gates, fed animals, watered animals, shoveled up shit, turned on irrigation sprinkler pumps, and more. We didn't stop to go into the house for anything. He only stopped once to take a long piss against the door of the stables. I surprised him and bent down and took his dick in my mouth. "What the fuck?" he laughed. His piss stopped. "Keep on doing it!" I said. He closed his eyes and the stream started up again. My mouth filled a few times and I swallowed each time. His morning piss was strong and delicious. When I pulled off I was so fucking hard. I moved my face to his and let out a monstrous burp. He just laughed. He didn't comment otherwise. - - - By the time we got back to the house, I had just over an hour left before I had to be at work (if I wanted to be there when Craig opened the doors). I wanted to get back in bed so bad...until I heard him fart. We were sitting in the kitchen pouring bowls full of cereal. His fart reverberated against the wood seat of the chair he sat in. "Sorry man...that one stinks!" I smiled and obviously sniffed hard. "Fuck I know!" He stopped eating for just a moment like he was suddenly remembering something. "Oh fuck...did you really tell me --or did I dream it--that you get off on seeing a guy drop turds?" "Yeah, something like that...it was no dream." "I guess that can't be worse than us fucking in pig shit!" He kept eating until only the milk was left. Then he turned up the bowl to drink it all. "So?" I asked. "What?" "You farted...I thought you had to shit." "Oh I don't know man...that's really personal." "Come on...why did you tease me then? I thought you were gonna let me watch it." "We don't even have time to fool around. I gotta get you back in town." "Fuck Blake...let me see you take a shit!" He looked sort of stunned after I yelled that at him. "Okay, okay...let's go to the bathroom." "Let's do it on the patio," I suggested. "I don't know man...it's hot there and there's the dog." "Okay, you pick!" "The bathroom." So, We got up and I followed him back upstairs to the bathroom and he sat on the toilet. I got on my knees. "I can't see...can you squat on the toilet seat?" He sighed as if bothered. He farted softly. I recognized the fart as the type that precedes a dump. Its fragrance was tainted with the turd odor. He sat on the toilet seat and his dick pointed toward the water. He began pissing and I heard another fart. When he was done draining his bladder, I asked him to pull up his balls. Then I heard crackling sounds of a turd sliding out. I looked down and there was about two inches of a slim turd stuck there. It hung there and didn't move. "It takes me a while to shit," he said. "Scoot back a little so I can see it!" I said excitedly. I could see a turd swinging back and forth from his ass. Then it let go and splashed into the water. I thought it was perfect...he shit like a perfect feeder (letting a little bit at a time). I jacked my cock slowly as the smell of his shit wafted into my nostrils. I wanted to suck on his shit so bad. When he coughed, another inch moved out. Over the next several minutes, various sizes of turd loaves inched out until there was a loud whistle and sloppy fart pushed out the last bit. I felt the urge ask him to piss too...but I heard one of the clocks downstairs chiming. "I better shower man," I said. "Okay, I'll join you." I saw him wipe his ass but he didn't do a great job...there was no way that such a quick wipe would have cleaned the sloppy mess that he just ejected. He ran ahead and started the water in the shower. We had no time to have sex unfortunately. When we started soaping each other up, I bent down behind him. While he washed his hair, in lightning speed I lapped my tongue up from his taint to tailbone. I got a taste of shit! I pushed my mouth on his hole hard and sucked...but he immediately pulled back. "Dude, let me wash down there first....remember I--just" Then he thought about it. His eyes looked directly into mine. "Fuck, you nasty pig! You didn't just want to see me shit. You wanted to taste it!" He was grinning like a devil. "Duh...you country boys are slow thinkers!" He laughed. "Well most of you at least," I added. "Some dumb jocks are even nastier than me!" Then he turned serious. I was washing my hair but could see him. Why did I say that? "Who are you talking about?" he asked. "I'm just mouthing off dude..." "Hold on...I'm getting it now. It can only be your stupid fucking jock football asshole buddies!" "What?" I said. "Everybody wonders why you're friend with them. They are redneck assholes...they're rude and intimidating to everyone else. You're nothing like them. " "So?" I said. I didn't like his attitude. I was getting irritated too. "You know people even think they are gay because they are the fucking FOOT BALL STARS of the district...all the girls want them and yet they have no girlfriends. They won't even look at girls!" "Okay man...okay. Shit. Me and those guys. We've been fucking around since I met them. We've done it all. Nasty and otherwise. You can't tell anyone man. I shouldn't have told you. They are totally in the closet!" He turned off the water. He stared hard at me and I got goose bumps. "Get out and get dressed," he said coldly. I grabbed a towel and tried to catch up with him as he walked off to his room and pulled on a pair of cutoff denim shorts. He put on some filthy tennis shoes and walked off. "I'll be in the truck. If you want to get to work you better be down there fast!" I picked up my clothes and my backpack and ran down the stairs. On the front porch, I pulled out my t-shirt and work shirt. His dog stood behind me sniffing my ass. I shooed him away to pull my pants on. I grabbed my bag and boots and walked to the truck. I got in and started putting my boots on. "Dude, why are you so pissed about this?" "I told you what those fuckers did to me and you still hang out with them!" I sat there quietly and said nothing else. We drove in silence as the sun rose. Warm morning air blew through the truck. He drove fast and ran over all the bumps hard. When we finally got on the highway I sighed in relief. My neck was tight and I felt myself sweating making the bath pointless. I forgot to bring deodorant and smelled my pits. When we arrived at the store, Craig was opening the door. I hopped out and before I could close the door, Blake took off. His tires skidded and the motion of the truck made my door close by itself. Then the truck stopped, skidded backwards, and my backpack was tossed out on the pavement. He skidded away. Craig looked at me with raised eyebrows. It was going to be a long day. - - - "I saw the truck coming and punch your card for you. The boss's wife looks at all that stuff. She deducts for being late." "Thank you Craig." "Rough night?" he asked. "Great night...rough morning," I said. He nodded in understanding and didn't pry for details. I went to the bathroom and combed my hair flat and backwards. When I emerged, another workday began. I just pushed the morning incidents into the back of my head and moved on. Surprisingly, the day moved quickly and by the time we closed, I was hungry and tired. I counted my drawer with Craig and he placed the money in the safe. We locked up the office and walked to the front door just after the alarm was set. I told him good evening and walked toward home. When I got home, I cooked something simple for dad and me. I was starving after not eating all day (my stomach was in knots). When dad got home, he looked really tired and was glad to have dinner already cooked for him. After we finished eating, he gave me a big bear hug and kissed me. I couldn't keep my worries to myself and started telling it all to him. I told him about me telling Blake I had sex with the brothers. I didn't tell dad about any shit stuff...just that Blake saw the brothers fooling around when they were kids and they beat the shit out of him. I told him how mad Blake got when he heard me just talking about them. "Damn son, this all seems like a twisted soap opera." "I know huh...but why did he have to be such a fucking asshole?" "Can't you see son? That boy is in love with you!" "Whatever dad!" "I saw it when he was over here the other day. He glowed around you. He couldn't keep his eyes off of you. Are you that blind?" I felt really stupid. "I guess so dad." Talking with dad about it made me feel worse. I ate with him and then lay down beside him to watch TV. While he lay on the bed trying to nap, I stayed awake staring at the wall. I considered ending my sex play with the brothers...but that idea lasted about thirty seconds! I wasn't about to cut that connection for fabulous nasty and wild sex. If I cut those guys off, then who's to say if dad or Blake would ever let me eat their shit like Derek and Lee did? And that's if Blake forgave me. Not only did I enjoy eating their shit and guzzling their piss, I loved feeding mine to them. Sex with the brothers meant great and dirty sex and I didn't want to give it up. Every time I thought we hit the "pig limit" they surprised me with something else. We did felching, piss enemas, I fisted them, we did snot-play, feet play, rosebud munching, etc. They were the bomb! I thought surely there was a way to remain friends with all of them. Sex with Blake was tamer, but there was such room for expansion. There wasn't anything he refused to do yet. I was sure we could do more--but I was starting over basically if I had sex with only him. Dad was just steps away from letting me get nastier (he already sat there while I fingered out shit and didn't protest). I thought about all this until I drifted off to sleep. I tossed and turned through the night. - - - The next day work was slow and boring. I couldn't wait to get out of there. I was so tired after not sleeping well the night before. I wanted to get home and be naked fast, but I had an important errand to do. After work, I walked a couple of miles to the barbershop and got my head shaved and Mohawk trimmed. It looked as spectacular as when I got it cut the first time. I felt kind of sad remembering the fun I had with Blake when I got the Mohawk cut the first time. I wondered if it would be last time. I stopped at the grocery store to buy stuff for dinner. I cooked again for the two of us and dad was famished after he got home. My appetite was better since the day before. After we ate, I felt horny and was hoping dad was up for a quick fuck. Dad was too tired for sex, so after he lay on the bed while the TV droned. When he seemed to be sleeping, I quietly made my way into the bathroom and took a shit. I caught it in my hand as it slid out of my butt. I jacked off while sniffing its aroma. I pretended I was eating dad's turd again like the time he was drunk. It wasn't a huge turd in girth, but it was skinny, soft and long. The color was a light to medium brown. I couldn't resist it and pushed the end of between my lips. The flavor was mellow with almost no bitter flavor. In fact, it was nice and smooth and creamy like thick cake icing. I enjoyed the feeling of its texture as I pressed it around my mouth with my tongue. I forced it all in my mouth at once and then swallowed parts of it whole while beating my meat. With my eyes closed, I was lost in a shit dream zone. When it was all down my throat, I loosened the last bit out of my teeth with my tongue. The knowledge of a complete turd heading to my stomach made me climax. I shot my load in a perfect arc in the air. It landed on my feet and the floor after the first spurt hit the wall. Just then I heard dad getting up. The bed squeaked and I panicked. I grabbed toilet paper and started wiping my hands. I heard his feet stepping on the floor heading my way. I'd left the door open as usual totally forgetting this could happen. "I'm on the pot dad. You need to go bad?" "Naw Max...take your time." I heard him walk back to the bed. I spit out shit spit into a handful of toilet paper and then made sounds like I was washing up. I was rinsing my mouth good in the sink. I squirted toothpaste in my mouth and mashed it with my tongue around my mouth. I rinsed that out and then flushed. "All clear dad!" I yelled. I went to the kitchen and when I heard dad pissing over the toilet I opened the fridge and opened a Coke. I gargled with it and swallowed. I pulled out a slice American cheese and pulled it quickly out of its wrapper and chewed it up. I was sure that I covered up my shit breath in a hurry. I could have asked dad to piss in my mouth--he was cool with that. However, I was afraid he'd smell my shitty breath. I knew it was no secret, but I felt weird after the orgasm. That was typical of course. Before shooting my load and while horny, I was more brave than after cumming. Next time, I'd think it out better and find a way for dad to catch me. I just didn't want to gross him out. I had no idea what his tolerance level was. He made it clear shit was not his thing, but he didn't forbid me to do it or make me feel ashamed about it. Thinking about it while he washed up made my dick swell again. When he found me in the kitchen, he started digging around in the freezer. "Didn't we have some fudge-sickles? I thought there was one left." "Naw dad. The one you ate last night was the last." "You got a boner. You wanna suck your dad off?" "You don't ever have to ask dad. I'm always game to suck your hot cock!" He pulled me to a kiss. I got harder thinking about how he had no clue I just ate my dump. I got on my knees and stuffed his flaccid dick in my mouth. "Hold off buddy...I still need to use the bathroom." I wondered why he had to go again so soon. Then I heard his farting and knew he was doing a different deed this time. I went to the bed and lay on my back with my feet on the floor. I jacked as I heard him farting loud bellowing and splatty noises. He flushed and then headed my way. He laid down on the bed and spread his legs. I went straight for his asshole with my mouth. I felt his legs tense up like he was gonna protest because he just took a crap, but then he didn't move. I licked all in his hole as my nose lifted up his balls. He surprised me further and pulled his knees to his chest giving me full access. My tongue sensually drilled into his butthole and I felt his ass lips relax. I didn't taste any shit, but it was thrilling to be offered his hole just after taking a shit. After I thought I sucked his ass clean (if there was any shit there at all), I started sucking his balls into my mouth. I lay on my stomach with my dick pressed between my stomach and the sheets. "Oh yeah Max, work on my nuts for a bit!" He sighed and let his legs stretch out and slide over my back. His feet rubbed my back before resting on my butt. His crotch smelled good after a day's work. I swallowed hard to get as much of his nut sac skin in my mouth. My tongue massaged his testicles in my hot mouth. I playfully nibbled on them and he moaned. After giving them a serious working over, I went for his cock. I started by giving it an all over tongue bath. Then I just went for it and sucked it all the way in and bobbed my head up and down. "Slower man...I want it to last a while!" Smart move...he wanted to build up and edge a bit. I was fine with that. I reached up with my long arms and rubbed and lightly pinched his tits. He was totally loving it. "Let me at those feet buddy!" I rolled over to move my feet from the end of the bed to his head. Then I went back to work on his dick. He grabbed my feet and starting licking the bottoms and sucking toes. It felt so good. It tickled when he wiggled his tongue between toes...even better when he crammed all five in his mouth at once. "Okay, go faster Max!" I grabbed his balls with one hand and used the other and stroked his hole with my middle finger. He sucked hard on my toes of my left foot. I pressed the other foot against his nose. Dad started cumming hard. His thick cum first hit my cheek before I aimed it for my mouth. The other volleys of jizz landed on my tongue. When done, I sucked it dry and got the last drop before letting go. "Good job buddy!" He yawned and rolled over. I snuggled next him after turning the lamp off. I softly rubbed his back. My dick hardened feeling his butt against it. Then I started thinking about Blake vs. The Brothers. Who was going to win? - - - The next day was cloudy and extremely humid. The sky looked like it was going to rain several times and then it would lighten up a little. We had planned to push out several rolling shelves the day before, but decided it was too risky with the dark skies. We were totally caught up and I was nervously walking around finding random things to do for busy work. "Max...just chill. We're so good the place is perfect. Let's take a break today and just relax." I was kind of surprised about his attitude...but I was starting to see how cool he was. "So, did you and that guy make up?" "What?" I said if I had no clue. "You know, the one I busted you kissing on the back aisle. You must have really pissed him off the other day to drop your butt off and haul ass." "Yeah, something like that." "Okay, well if you ever need someone to talk to about it...let me know." "Thanks dude." Then explosive thunder rattled the place. "It's about damn time!" Craig said. We walked up to the front of the store and watched the stormy weather for the next two hours. When it stopped, the sun burst out like it had never rained--but left it extremely hot and steamy out. After the store was closed, I walked home with my shirt off to stay cooler. As I walked through town, I thought about how if I'd kept my mouth shut I'd have spent another night at Blake's place. Hell, I might have gotten him to take a shit on me. My dick grew hard and it filled the crotch of my pants. I held my shirt over it as cars passed me. When I got home, I shit out a small log and ate it while I jacked off in a frenzy. I held it in my hand and fucked my mouth with it. Then I crammed it in, tightened my mouth, and chewed it up. I gulped it down hard and started spewing cum. After shooting a load, I wasted no time in cleaning up. I showered, gargled hardcore, and scrubbed my face. When dad got home I was innocently laying naked on the bed watching TV. When he sat next to me I got up and we kissed. I put my hands to his face and stuck my tongue in his mouth. He pushed my hands back. "Whoa bud, what's that on your hands?" "Sorry dad," I thought quickly, "I cleaned up a nasty chemical spill today." "Oh okay." He seemed to buy it. Oddly enough, if was shit he smelled on my hands then he didn't smell it on my face or breath at all. "I'm beat son...I helped them load the last truck and it wiped me out." "Dad, what the hell...you don't have to do that. All you have to do is drive the truck. Duh!" He just shrugged and said nothing. "There's like a team of five strapping guys that are there to load that stuff. Those guys...." I stopped...then it hit me. "Dad, you're loading those trucks up because of the dudes huh!" I slapped him on the butt. He shrugged again. "Yeah...well there's one guy there in particular. I enjoy chatting with him. He's a hot bear kind of guy. He's a little younger--but so damn handsome." "Dad, that's so cool...you got a man crush!" "What?" he laughed. "Yeah, you are digging one of your work buddies. That's hot." "Well, he's got kids...he's married. He doesn't give a crap. He's just friendly and fun to talk with." "Well ask him for a beer...or something." I didn't want my dad to go drinking, but it seemed like a way to be social with the guy he was boned up about. I helped dad undress by pulling off his shoes and socks. I pulled his sweaty socks to my nose right in front of him. He just laughed and shook his head. He pulled off his shirt and stood up to let his pants drop. After the clothes were cleared I noticed he was kind of hard. "Dad, you got a woody talking about that dude!" I teased. He just laughed and sat on the bed. He laid back but his dick didn't soften. I lay next to him and stroked it. "Dad, imagine that man going out for a beer with you. He gets a little tipsy but not drunk. The two of you head back here. I'm at the bro's place so you don't have to worry about that." I continued playing with his dick. I spit on it and jacked it slow and tightly. "Yeah, and the two of you keep bumping into each other...then you play some grab ass. Next thing you know this dude pulls you into a kiss. Then you start ripping each others clothes off!" Dad sighed and closed his eyes. I was sure that he was imagining exactly what I was saying. "Then you roll around the bed like a couple of horndogs. You get on his cock and show you how it's supposed to be sucked. His wife never sucked like that and he tells you so. You stick a finger in his ass...then two, then three until he begs for a fuck. You roll him over and spit in his furry crack! Then you jump on him and ram your dick in his ass... you start fucking him so hard that--" "Urghhh Ahhhh!" Dad started cumming before I got to the good parts of the fantasy. I sucked up all the cum from his fingers. "Dad, what's his name?" "Arturo...but we call him Artie." "Is he Latino dad?" "He's American...with Latino looks." "Sweet. Dad, you're a stud shooting a load like that!" He just grinned. We kissed and lay together. Then I decided, as dad drifted to sleep, that I needed to get him laid! To Be Continued...