Date: Mon, 14 Nov 2016 16:02:25 -0600
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Redneck Brothers And Shit Pt 14

Redneck Brothers And Shit Pt 14

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It was a week before I saw the brothers again.  I was shit-starved by
then.  My own turds had become boring and I didn't have any
opportunities to get sneak any from my dad.  Dad and I had sex most
every day, but it was tame. I needed nasty sex.

It was a Saturday night--over a week after my experience with
Blake--when I finally got invited to the home of my redneck friends.
Lee drove over and picked me up in the evening just as the sun went
down.  I wasn't surprised to jump in the truck and find him totally
fuckin' naked!  His dick was up and he was singing badly to loud
country music.  As we drove out he grabbed me by the back of my head
and pushed my mouth on his cock.  He kept singing and the sun
disappeared.  If anyone passed, he was high up and they'd only see a
bare chested driver in a dark cab.

I sucked for a couple of minutes before I was totally soaked in sweat.
I pulled off him and peeled off my tank top before I resumed sucking.
Once we were on the dark country roads I pulled out my dick and
started jacking it.  A rancid fart waft up from between his meaty
thighs.  I inhaled it deeply.  His calloused right hand reached down
the back of my shorts and his middle finger wiggled into my wet hole.
I lifted up and pulled off my shorts and then sat on his hand.  He
forced it deeper.  My drawers were at my feet and hot air blew around
us.

"I feel a turd man!" he yelled in a country drawl.

"Good!" I shouted back.

A couple of cars passed us and were oblivious to what was going on in
the higher truck.  He pulled my head again but this time pulled my
face into his sweaty and stinking armpit.  I had to stop jacking or I
would explode.  I sucked his wet pit hairs and he squeezed his grip on
my head tighter and nearly choked me.  I enjoyed the dangerous feel of
his rough actions.  I held onto his upper arm and it felt even more
muscular than I remembered.

He roughly turned into their drive and we bounced over the bumpy dirt
and gravel road.  He freed my head from his vice-like grip and I
huffed and puffed.   We drove further into his yard and were blocked
by several yards of trees and bushes.  I pulled off my shorts from my
ankles carried my shirt with it.  It felt sexy to be hopping out of a
truck sweaty and naked.  Well...not totally naked. I had my sneakers on.
Regardless the rush from being naked, I wanted cool air.

Once inside, the air conditioning felt wonderful as it blew from the
vent over head.  With no warning, Derek charged me from behind and
tackled me over the couch.  He knocked the breath out of me and before
I could recover he was kissing me hard.  I felt whiskers on his face
that hadn't been there before.  A chin goatee was growing on his face.
In the light I saw Lee was growing a light beard too.

"Nice man!  The scruff looks fucking hot on you both!"

They beamed with pride and Derek rubbed his chin in a sexy way.  I was
still out of breath.  I punched Derek in the stomach to get him back.
He barely flinched.  Instead of whopping me back, he kissed.  His
meaty body pressed against my slimmer one. I had missed those hard
muscles.  I looked at both of them and noticed their belly fat was
mostly gone...apparently they had really had been working out hard at
their sports camp.

Let walked to the corner of the room and pulled something out of a big
drawer.  He brought of the box of cigars and opened it.  The tobacco
smelled pungent and strong.  He passed a cigar to his brother and me.
He flicked a lighter and then passed it around.

While I smoked, Lee got on the floor with his cigar dangling from his
mouth and started untying my shoes.  Once they were off, he passed
them to Derek who put one of them to his nose.  Lee pulled the cigar
away and sniffed my socks.  I pushed my dank sock against his face.
He sniffed hard and grinned. It was a pair that I'd worn to work four
days in a row.  I could smell them from above him--my feet stank!

"Take those socks off and lick my feet, fucker!" I told him as I winked.

He held up his cigar and I took it from him momentarily.  He pulled
the first sweaty sock off.  He sniffed between each of my toes and
then licked the dirty lint out between them.  Then he sucked on my
toes one by one.  I was getting used to that but then he stuck my
whole foot in his mouth.  I wiggled my toes against his wet tongue as
I bent over and blew smoke in his face.   The cigar was growing some
ashes...I couldn't let that go to waste.

"Open your mouth!" I told him.

Dry ashes broke off into his mouth.  His mouth closed he gulped before
going to my other foot and taking its sock off.  His brother farted
loud on the couch as he put my shoe down.

"You bragged on the phone that you haven't shit for over a day!  So
where is it?" Derek mouthed.

His thick country, Texas accent made the word "where" sound like "war".

"It's in my ass dude...why aren't you under me coaxing it out?  Fuck do
I have to tell you everything to do?"

He looked at me with a devilish grin as he put out his cigar on his
spit covered tongue.  The flame sizzled as his spit extinguished it.
His brother hopped up to run and get some towels.  He tossed them to
us and I moved to a clear spot on the word floor.  Derek spread them
on the floor and rolled onto his back.  He stuck his tongue in the air
and his eyes stared at me like, "come on fool!"

I stood up and left Lee with ashy drool dripping down his chin.  I sat
on my knees and backed onto Derek's face.  I signed when I felt his
mouth suck onto my hole.  I closed my eyes and concentrated.  I had to
push a little and relax.  He was an expert eater...he lay there waiting
for it.

His tongue drilled up my hole and loosened me up.  With a grunt and a
push, I felt my constipated ass loosen up as shit started moving!  I
felt it rolling into his mouth.  After squatting there for nearly a
minute. I wasn't sure my shit was still moving out and lifted up.  He
roughly pulled my hips back down and sucked harder.

I felt farts gushing out of my ass before he relocked the seal on it.
I felt his mouth bobbing up and down on my log.  I looked over at Lee
and he gave me a thumps up.  He was standing there with a dumb look
with a foot on the coffee table and his hand in his crack.  His two
middle fingers were up his ass.

Lee walked up to me and pulled his fingers from his crack and they
were covered with golden brown nasty shit.  It really stunk.  He
smeared the shit all over my mouth like it was lipstick and then
rammed his pinky finger up my nose!  He pulled it out and all I could
smell was his shit.  He did the same to my other nostril.  My nose
felt blocked, so I blew air out of my nose hard.

A shitty booger dripped onto my upper lip and I sucked it into my
mouth.  He rubbed shit into my other nostril and I sucked it up in to
show him I was no pussy.  Then I stuck a finger in my other nostril
and blew hard.  The shit flew back out. It landed on my chest.   I
smeared it on my left nipple.

Lee put a foot on the coffee table and started to shit a messy load in
his big hand.  I grunted and pushed out more shit into his bro's
mouth.  The living room stunk like a really nasty public bathroom.  I
was feeling high on the stink of it all.  My stomach growled and my
shit hunger grew.

I was sure I was done shitting because my stomach no longer felt
bloated.  I sat up and he didn't pull back.  My hole let out a long
nasty sputtering fart.  Derek stood up and burped in my face.  I
snorted his hot and steamy burp air up my nose.  He grinned a stupid
looking smile and his teeth were caked with my shit.

"You weren't lying dude--that was some primo turd meat!  I love it!"

He burped again and I pulled him to a kiss. I found some chunky shit
sludge still in there.  It tasted good mixed with his spit.  After
sucking on my tongue, he reached up and sucked on my nose.  I blew my
nose every day, but it was the first time someone "blew" it.  He
sucked so hard my ears popped like I was in a plane.  I breathed out
of my mouth while he went at it.

Simultaneously, Lee smashed some of his gooey shit into my crack and
forced two fingers in.   He was repacking my ass with his messy crap.
He was readying me up for a shit-lubed fuck!  I bent over to let him
access me better.  He packed some more of the slop into my hole and
then inserted his dick.  His brother and him shook hands to transfer
some of the shit.  Derek rubbed the shit all over his dick and mine.
He began shit-jacking us while I got fucked.

After he tired of that, he pushed my head down to suck his
shit-covered cock.  His brother continued to fuck me hard and fast.
Only Lee's grip on my hips kept me from falling over on Derek and
choking on his dick.  I got my ass hammered for almost an hour after
they took turns shit-fucking me.  At every moment I was getting my ass
and mouth fucked at the same time.  Shit was all over each of us.  All
of us had touched Lee's shit pile at some point or another.  Each of
us had handprints all over us and shit slobber drips.  Yet somehow we
managed to stay on those towels!

I likely had it in my hair because each of them had gripped my head to
fuck my mouth.  It was still in my nose so I could smell it no matter
what.  Lee was the first to cum inside me. He slowed down to a smooth
grind and I tightened my ass around his dick. He moaned until he
stopped and then pulled out.

"It's all yours bro!"

Derek moved behind me and pulled me to his chest.  I felt dried shit
flakes scratching against my back as his pecs rubbed it off.  He
licked and sucked on my left ear and filled it with shit spit.  His
hands squeezed my pecs really hard and it hurt...but I didn't stop him.
The he did something different...He leaned back so far that my feet were
off the ground.  With his hands only under my pits, I was suspended on
his cock for several seconds.  His dick pressed his dick into me some
twisted way that made me start cumming without touching my cock!  Very
little cum came out but I definitely felt the strange orgasm. Then he
let me slide to my feet.

He humped me fast and my balls were flopping all over the place as I
was jerked around. He got faster and faster and harder and harder.  My
anus started to burn.  Finally he howled and started cumming inside
me.
  I collapsed on my knees and then lay on my back on the dirty towels.

I thought we were done for the time being...but then Derek moved over
and sat on my face.  Before I could speak or react, hot farts burst
out. I saw his hole bulge out and I knew he was about to dump.

His brother lay on the floor and stroked my stomach while he sucked on
my balls.  I wrapped my mouth around those protruding ass lips and
tongued the mushy goo just inside.  I felt an inch or so of fudgy shit
push out.  I sucked it into my mouth all the way and pressed it
against the roof of my mouth to mash it up.  It tasted good...kind of
nutty with a sweet aftertaste as if it had an artificial sweetener
mixed in it.  The taste of shit was there, but it was such a mellow
grade of shit.  It was the best tasting shit I'd ever had so far.

I wanted to savor it instead of swelling, but I figured there was
plenty more.  These guys shit a lot--so there had to be much more up in
his bowels.   Reluctantly, I swallowed the lumps and down it went down
my throat.  I made a gulping noise that must have been heard because
he pushed out more to fill my empty mouth.  This batch was just as
delicious but it had a couple of tiny hard nuggets mixed in it.  I
pushed those between my teeth and my gums to save it.  More shit
pushed out and I chewed it and mashed it with my tongue.  I swallowed
it smoothly.  I wanted more.

When I was in my shit eating mode being fed from that stud, it was
like I was hypnotized.  It was just a natural instinct to eat all up
and swallow as much as I could.  It was part mental rush and part
obsession.  The sensation of it oozing out and filling my mouth was
the biggest turn-on.

Derek moved off and pushed his limp penis in my lips.  He sprayed
several mouthfuls of piss in my mouth and I let it rinse the roof of
my mouth.  His ass quickly moved back in place.  I grabbed his muscled
bubble butt and squeezed the fuck out of each one with my hands.  As
heavy as he was, he never squashed my jaws or face.  I was allowed to
mount my lips around his hole again.  More soft shit moved out like as
if he was squeezing icing from a bag.  I swallowed and swallowed.
Every three for four mouthfuls was followed by another dose of piss so
I was able to wash it down like a good pig.  The last of his shit was
smooth and creamy like peanut butter.

I began burping loud guttural belches to make more room in my belly.
I lost track of how much I'd eaten and how much time had gone by.  I
had collected mini-nuggets in my mouth like a squirrel hoarding food
in its jaws.  I chewed them up and swallowed.  I coughed a little as
some of it stuck in my throat.  My dick had stayed hard as a--not just
because Lee was working it over, but because I was horned up and lost
in a shit eating meditation.  When Derek finally stood up, I tried to
move and I felt so fucking full.

"Oh my god...my gut is so full of shit!" I groaned.  "I feel like I ate
five pounds of it!"

"You must have man--that was a two day shit there!  I've had barbecue,
donuts, meatloaf, ..."

He named all the stuff he'd eaten in the last 48 hours.  I felt I was
going to throw up from eating too much.  I had gone from shit ecstasy
to misery--my stomach was bloated.  I moved and heard the piss slosh
around in my belly.  I remembered guys I saw on TV the night before
who were participating in a hot dog eating contest.  One of them
stopped and hurled half of what he ate.

"Come on man...don't be a pussy! If you have to hurl don't do it here in
the living room!"

"Get your ass up dude!  I don't want my dad to bitch at us again."

I staggered to get up and Lee and Derek rolled up the towels carefully
so that they wouldn't lose any shit pieces or flakes.  My stomach hurt
and I burped up shit and piss liquid that made me start coughing like
crazy.  It was acidic and burned.  They held me by the shoulders and
hurried me to their bathroom.  Just as I walked through the bedroom
door I vomited in a projectile spray.  Instead of dodging it like most
people, they fought to be its target. Nasty shit chunks spewed all
over their chests and stomachs.  I hacked and coughed and the vomiting
stopped, but my throat burned.

Derek gripped my head in his hands and forced his mouth over mine.  I
hurled again and my neck and abdominal muscles strained hard.  My head
felt a terrible pressure in the back of my head.  The nasty burning
sludge was forced into Derek's mouth and he sucked it down like a
vacuum.  Lee held me around the waist to keep my knees from
collapsing.  When it was over, Derek surprisingly and loving kissed
and coddled me.  I felt one last surge and liquid mixed with shit
chunks welling up.  Derek locked his mouth over mine as the filth
filled our mouths.  He swallowed it right away and then sucked on my
neck softly.  Lee stepped back and wiped some of the vomit off his
face with one of the towels.

Derek whispered, "You goddman sexy fucking pig!  I think I love you man!"

He bit my earlobe a little hard and then licked it.  I was dizzy and
shaky as he moved away to grab an extra towel.  I got my breath back
and then realized I'd vomited mostly only liquid.  I smiled knowing
that the bulk of the shit load I was proud of eating was still down in
my belly.  Lee pulled me to their bed and we lay on the battered old
quilt.  It smelled freshly laundered--but it wasn't going to stay that
way.  Dried shit was falling off me onto it.  Parts of me itched
because of the shit irritating my skin.  I felt like a happy pig.  I
burped really loud and it smelled like farts and barf.

"Mmmmm!" Lee cooed and snuggled me.

His brother jumped on us hard and broke the tender moment (jealous?).
We flattened out and rolled to our backs.  We just lay there taking in
the experience.  As I lay there tired, my stomach gurgled as it's
contents rearranged inside--my belly was full of stud-shit!  My eyelids
felt heavy.  My dick was hard but I didn't feel like trying to cum
again so soon.  I was wedged between two muscular dudes and all of
covered in shit and vomit.  The dried shit on us was several different
shades of brown.  I was in heaven.

- - -

I woke up the next morning with an urge to piss.  I didn't want to get
out of bed, so I roused Derek.  When he opened his eyes I scooted up
and pulled his head to mine.  I licked the crusty eye sleep from the
corner of his eyes.  His morning breath was rank and exquisite.

"I gotta piss...drink it!" I told him.

He was right on my dick waiting for it.  His warm mouth felt nice.  I
lay back and waited for a fart and then after it blew my stream
started.  I pissed a large bladder-full down his throat.  However,
more farts made my guts rumble and then my stomach cramped.

I sat up and felt a painful pressure in my lower intestines.  I knew I
needed to get up and run to the commode.

"Where you going!" Derek snapped.

"I think I've got the shits man...not in a good way!" I said.

He forcefully held onto my leg.  When I fell back he pulled the old
quilt upward moved his head on it.

"Sit on my face man...if you've got the runs I want it!"

My stomach still hurt and I heard liquid sounds in me.  I felt like my
ass was gonna burst any time.  I moved onto his face and sat down on
it.  Sitting down relieved some pressure. He gripped my ass with his
big and rough hands.  I felt it gurgling...then it came with a
vengeance!

I felt my ass burning as messy shit squirted out of it.  I knew I was
filling his mouth with nasty diarrhea.  His dick was rock hard and lay
against his bush with a dollop of pre-cum dripping from it.  Our
commotion woke up Lee.  I looked at him and just grunted.

"You got the runs?  I can smell it!"

He moved his face up to my ass next to Derek's head.  He started
jacking his dick.  My stomach still spasmed as I felt mushy goo and
liquid squishing out, but Derek's mouth had a locked seal on it.
Still I could smell the sour odor of it and it made me want to hurl.
I pinched my nose with my fingers and breathed out of my mouth.  I
drained piss all over Derek's chest.  The shit coming out of me burned
but at the same time it was such a relief to empty my bowels.  My
diarrhea was surely a result of eating all that shit the night before.

I felt his mouth pull off and Lee forced his face in my crack and
started sucking my puffy raw ass lips.  I grunted and my ass gushed
out farts so hard that it blew out around his mouth.  More runny shit
came and he sucked like he was nursing on my butthole.  In the
meantime, Derek got up and forced his mouth to mine.  I fought
vomiting--even though he loved it--but I didn't want the strain of
barfing on my throat and stomach.

He spit the diarrhea into my mouth and we kissed.  I closed my eyes
and just thought about the kinkiness of it all and let go.  The runny
shit tasted sickly sweet.  I even swallowed it and let his tongue move
in and do its thing.  When I was done shitting, I felt better
instantly.  Lee got up and kissed me and exchanged more of my runny
shit.  Then the two of them started kissing and licking all over my
face with their disgusting shitty tongues and lips.  My dick woke up
and it pointed to the ceiling.

I felt Derek's dick enter my hole and start fucking my diarrhea
ravaged asshole.  Lee sucked on my tits and stroked my dick.  I loved
being between them and receiving all the attention.  Lee lifted my arm
and sucked on my pit hair.  My ass was being roughly plowed from
behind.  The acidic diarrhea had left my hole burning and raw, but it
made it much more sensitive to the fucking.  After half an hour, Derek
finally deposited a load of cum inside me.  His brother then ate it
out of me while he jacked off.  Derek sucked me off while his brother
rimmed me.  Needless to say, I had an intense orgasm.

After we were done, we were beyond nasty.  We had last night's dried
shit all over us, fresh runny shit everywhere, saliva, and cum
residue.  The smell would be sexy otherwise, but I didn't want to go
home like that.  So, I jumped in the shower and scrubbed down.  The
two of them followed me as I dried off.  It was like watching them in
the school locker room except for they played with each other and
stuck fingers in butts when they rinsed.  I walked to the living room
naked to look for my clothes.  Their dad was on the couch with the TV
droning on.

He was nude and dozing.  He looked hot spread out on the couch with
one leg up on the back of it and the other hanging off.  It gave me a
great view of his package and exposed crack.  I didn't know what the
guys were up to, but I bent down and sniffed Marty's balls.  They were
unwashed.  I moved my mouth on his penis and began sucking it.

He stirred and chuckled.

"Hey, it's my new cocksucker.  How's it going man?

"It's good.  I hope you didn't mind."

"Hell no, I'll let you finish the job."

I sucked Marty for about ten minutes before he grabbed my head and
held it down choking me.  He squirted cum against the back of my
throat...I didn't even get to taste much of it as it went down.  My jaws
ached and my neck was sore from all the sex before his blowjob.  My
eyes watered after the coughing and choking.

"Good morning boys!"

I hadn't noticed the two of them standing behind me.  They were both
hard and playing with their dicks.  They walked over to their dad and
each of them kissed him on the mouth.  I hadn't seen them do that
before.  It was the first loving gesture I'd seen between him and the
guys.  I began to wonder if there was much more family fun going on
than I was aware.  I thought the most they did was suck their dad's
dick.

My stomach felt better and I was suddenly hungry--for regular food.  I
followed Lee and Derek to the kitchen.  Their dad followed.  Together,
we all made breakfast.  I wondered how my dad was doing alone at home.
Whenever I was enjoying myself with the guys, I felt guilty leaving
him alone.  He really needed to find him a boyfriend!

- - -

When I got home later that afternoon, dad was dozing naked.  I found
one of my socks next to him on the bed.  IT was damp and I pulled it
to my nose.  It was his cum.  Next to his pillow was some of my dirty
underwear that I'd worn to work three days in a row (I was trying to
save us money with laundry!).  I grinned thinking of my dad huffing my
stink while he rubbed one out.   I moved next to him after I took off
my clothes and spooned him from behind.  I hugged him tightly.

"Hey Max--you have a good time fucking your brains out?" he joked.

I snuggled up next to him and kissed his neck.

"Something like that dad.  I see you blew a load."

"More like two!" he confessed.

"You have a message on the machine.  Your boss said not to come in
tomorrow because they're open just half a day."

I remembered the store was closed for inventory counting by a company
the owner hired.  None of us had to go in.

"Oh yeah, I already knew that...not sure why he called.  It will be nice
to have Monday off."

"You know...if you want to, you can ride with me.  I'm doing a double
run tomorrow."

"Sure dad!"

I thought it would be fun to ride with dad in the truck.  If I was
lucky I would get to mess around with him in the truck...maybe give him
head.  The thought of that excited me and I got hard.  Dad saw me
penis growing before his eyes.

"Sorry son, I'm beat.  I just came an hour ago and I don't think I'll
recharge so soon to fuck you."

"No worries dad...I enjoy just being here with you.  I'm sexed out right now."

"Hard to believe!" he joked.  "Love you Max."

We fell asleep in each other's arms.  Dad was the greatest!

- - -

The next morning came too early for me.  I had to get up before
sunrise.  It was way earlier than I went to work at the hardware
store.  Dad and I set out early and were on the highway by 530am.  I
sat there almost dozing while he drove.  Classic rock played on the
radio at a low level.  Dad hummed to a Credence Clearwater Revival
song.  I yawned big.

"You okay over there buddy?"

"Yeah dad...I'm just really sleepy."

We drove into the warehouse property outside of town and guys loaded
up the truck.  I didn't see dad help like he said he sometimes did.
He just stood and monitored the freight being counted before the
trailer was closed and sealed.  He brought us some coffee from the
office there and we drove out onto the highway again.

Once on the highway, traffic was light.  The sun was rising behind us
and I had to dodge the glare in the mirror on my side.

"There's shades in the glove box," he said.

I gladly got the sunglasses out and pulled them on.  I sipped the
coffee.  He remembered that I liked it very sweet and had mixed it
perfectly.   After I downed it, I felt a nice caffeine buzz.  I looked
at my hair in the side mirror and it was a mess.  The sides were
shaved, but the wide Mohawk section was sticking out all over.  I
pushed it back and tried to flatten it.  The truck was a little warm
for me.

"I'm kinda hot dad."

"Sorry buddy, but the AC isn't working so good. I need to take it in
and have the Freon checked."

To compensate, I pulled off my shirt and slipped my shoes off.  Now I
had on only my baggy red basketball shorts.  I had no underwear on.  I
saw dad looking down at me several times.

"What's wrong dad?"

"Absolutely nothing.  You look really hot in just those shorts...and
your penis is perfectly outlined."

I smiled and flopped my dick around through the fabric.  Stirring it
made it harden a little.

"You like that huh?"

"You're an attractive boy, Maxwell."

My dad made me feel really proud of myself.  To treat him after his
compliment, I pulled my shorts off and they slid to the floor of the
cab.

"No one can see dad!"

"Oh I know...I'm not complaining."

I sat there playing with my cock and put my bare feet up on the dash.
He kept his eyes on the road but watched me from the corner of his
eye.  It felt so good being naked like that in a truck on a public
highway.  I wished he could stop the truck at a rest area and let me
walk around naked...but there was no time.  I doubt he would have
anyway.

Over the next hour I played with my cock and edged close to an orgasm
but held off.  Showing off for him was fun enough--I'd save the cum for
later.  Now and then I pulled off the seatbelt and faced him and
spread my legs open.  I put one foot in his lap and the other behind
his head.  I played with my ass with my fingers.  I felt a turd in
there but it was solid.  When I pulled out my middle finger, it was
clean but I stuck it in my mouth anyway.  Dad seemed to like that a
lot.  He rubbed the big bulge in his pants with his free hand.

Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore and shot my load all over the
dash and my legs while facing the windshield.  Dad reached over and
used his fingers to gather some of the cum.  He put his fingers in his
mouth.

"Tastes great son...love your cum!"

"Thanks dad...you want me to suck your cock right now?"

"That would be hot but I don't want to crash.  Besides, I see several
big rigs behind us.  They're gonna be able to see in this smaller
truck."

"Okay man."

I got the hint an pulled my shorts back on after wiping off all the
cum.  Another hour and a half passed and we were in Austin.  Dad
dropped off one trailer and backed up to another.  It was already
loaded.  He signed some forms and then we were back on the road.  My
stomach growled.

"Dad, when do you eat?"

"Can you hold off until noon?"

"Yeah, I should have eaten something before we left but it was so early."

I farted silently.  It didn't stink much.  I detected it was the kind
of fart that I made when I was gonna shit.  Too bad I couldn't shit a
nice load in my hand and eat it in the truck.  That would fill me up
until noon for sure!

I lay back and closed my eyes.  I felt really drowsy and the coffee
had worn off.  I leaned against the door and pulled the seatbelt on
securely.  I napped until I heard the door shut.  I sat up quickly and
rubbed my eyes.  We were at the dock of another warehouse.  I didn't
see dad anywhere.  I pulled on my shoes and shirt, and hopped out of
the cab.  The sky was dark as if it was late evening--but it was just
dark rain clouds.  I heard thunder in the distance.

There was a garage/dock door open in the next space beside the truck.
I walked over to it and saw bright lights were on in the warehouse.
Huge rows and rows of pallets with all kinds of boxes on them
stretched from floor to ceiling.  I stepped up to it and heard dad's
voice.  I craned my neck to look inside further and I saw dad with
another man loading the trailer.  Boxes moved on rollers on top of a
portable line.

The man talking to dad was in a uniform that looked like a mechanic's
coveralls.  There was an embroidered patch sewn on the front that
said, "Carlos".  The man looked to be in his late thirties, was short,
and had muscular legs and arms.  He was big in the middle.  His
coveralls were unzipped a few inches and small patch of a hairy chest
was partially exposed.  The man had scruff on his face and curly hair
peeping either side of his cap. His hair was jet black and his skin
was of a very light complexion.

Dad's face was aglow as he talked to this man.  Both of them were very
animated and jovial.  I noticed the man's arms were muscular and his
pants were tight on his upper legs, but his belly pushed the middle
fabric tightly.  The man had a nice package.

I heard crushingly loud thunder and then it started to pour.  I had to
run around back into the cab where I sat until dad returned.  I waited
about thirty minute and was very bored.  I started to jack my dick
inside my shorts and looked up and saw a big camera bolted on the
building above me.  I though I'd better not get dad in trouble.  I
moved over to the driver's seat to turn the key.

Dad got back in but got all wet trying to do so.  He unbuttoned his
uniform shit and exposed his wife beater undershirt.  He pushed his
hair backwards and draped the shirt on the rack behind him.

"You look hot all wet dad!"

"You're too much kid!" he laughed.

He was still in a good mood.  In fact, dad had a bit of a glow about him.

"Dad, that man you were talking to...is he gay?"

"Oh Carlos...no he's a divorced straight man.  He's got 3 kids."

"He's very handsome!" I said.

Dad just grinned and pulled the truck out of the dock with careful
glances in the mirrors.

"Dad you like him huh?  Is he the reason you get out and work?  We've
been all over today and you stayed in the truck and let the workers do
their thing!"

Dad kind of shrugged.

"Dad's got a crush!"

He just smiled and rolled his eyes.  I looked down and dad had a major
tent in his pants!

- - -

Another week went by with no calls from Blake.  I thought he just
needed to mellow out, so I didn't push him.  While I was fully
sexually satisfied from sex with my father and my two redneck friends,
I was feeling something emotional about Blake.  Was dad right--was
Blake really crushing over me?  I thought about our last
experiences...having sex in the dirty pig pen, eating food out of his
ass.   If I chose him over the bro's and then he didn't get into shit
with me--what would I do?  Scat was such a part of me by that point--I
didn't want to give it up.

I thought about Blake getting fucked by his dog.  Well that was a
different kink I had not explored and I was sure it could be as
exciting as shit play.  I wondered if he'd sucked or fucked any other
animals on their farm.  I found myself getting hard thinking about him
sucking a horse cock while dusting the top shelves at work one day.

"Don't knock anything off the shelf with that thing!"

Craig...sneaking up again.

"Dang man--why do you do that?  It freaks me out!"

"Hell, if I was a customer you wouldn't have noticed with your head in
the sex clouds up there."

I turned away on the ladder and rearranged my dick by stuffing my hand
in my pants.  I pulled it straight upward against my pubes.

"Is that better?"

He just rolled his eyes and walked away.  I was glad he was cool about
it, but I felt dumb for being so obvious that I had a hard on tenting
my pants.  I finished dusting and moved the ladder to its corner spot.
I went to the bathroom to take a piss.  I glanced over in the mirror
and saw my hair was kind of a mess on top.  I got my hair wet in the
sink and then used the comb in my pocket to part it flat on the side.
It kind of looked like the old vintage photos of lumberjacks.  I took
my piss and then flushed the toilet.

When I walked up front, Craig's eyebrows raised.  I was sure he was
diggin' my hair--his look was more of a horny look than a mad look.  He
was good at the "irritated" looks, so I knew the difference.  I
wondered if he had the hots for me.  He was cool...not really my type
for sex though.   Knowing he might be attracted to me was flattering
all the same.

Well, time passed and another few weeks passed...then a month.  It was
August and I'd not heard a word from Blake.  However, I did spend many
nights with Lee and Derek having nasty depraved sex.  Sex with my dad
didn't slack off any, but I kept my eye on him.  I think he was
falling for the man in the warehouse.  When dad and I had sex, I
wondered if he was fantasizing about Carlos.  I had to get dad out of
the house to hang with that man.

School was only a few weeks away--I wondered what was to come of it all.

To be continued...