Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2016 11:54:34 -0600
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Redneck Brothers And Shit Pt 16

Redneck Brothers And Shit Pt 16

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Dad and I drove Blake to a small off of a doctor in Dallas.  Dad told Blake
to say he had no license yet and to fill out the paperwork with my
information.  This way it was paid for under dad's insurance and at a
doctor away from home that didn't know any of us (as everyone knows each
other in a small town).  Luckily, there were no broken bones.  Had there
been, I was sure dad would have called the police on Blake's dad.

He spent the night with us that week.  His experience with his parents and
having no place to stay overshadowed my usual horny thoughts and obsession
with sex.  The first four nights, I slept with dad with the door closed.
That gave us privacy and let Blake have some personal time to recover from
his family stuff.

Dad didn't want to fool around with Blake in the apartment.  I found that
strange because he outright jacked off in front of Derek and me that one
evening.  I guess he thought it would be uncomfortable or Blake might freak
out.  When dad watched me and Derek, he knew it was a "set up".  I'd
planned to allow dad to see me under the rim chair while eating ass.

Dad had to talk him out of quitting school (which was to start again the
following week).  He was sure that he had to quit school and find a job so
he could find a place to live (aside from his truck). Dad told him to go to
school and stay with us until something was figured out.  I think dad was
hopeful that Blake's father would chill out, but I wasn't so sure.  I
remembered the stern and humorless look in the man's eyes.  All he worried
about was Blake working his ass off on the farm.

Funny, we didn't talk about our argument over the brothers and me having
sex with them.  It didn't seem so important at the moment.  However, with
school starting there was no way to avoid seeing or talking to Derek or
Lee.  And that's just what happened on the first day of school.

Near the end of that week, I called my job just as the store would open and
said I was feeling sick.  I told Frankie I could come in but if I vomited
again I'd need to go home.  She said just stay home and get better.  I felt
a little guilty of her being alone there--especially with the brace on her
knee.  Horniness surpassed guilt however.  I wanted to have sex all day
with Blake.

Dad got up and showered and left.  I usually got up after he was gone.  I
walked naked to the sofa bed and slid in next to Blake.  He rolled over and
opened his eyes.

"Dad's gone.  I called in sick.  Let's fuck!" I said.

"You horny dog!"

"Ain't you horny?" I asked.

"You think I have done anything beside beat off all day while you and you
dad are at work?"

"No!"

"You're right.  And my hand is getting sore!  I've never jacked off so many
times in one week ever."

"Fuck, you wasted all that delicious cum!"

I moved on top of him and my chest pressed against his.  I loved feeling
his heartbeat against my body.  His morning breath was rank and sexy.  I
breathed in deeply every time he spoke.  He giggled when I licked the crust
off of his eyelids.

"Your skinny but heavy--your pressin' against my belly and I gotta piss!"

"You ever piss yourself in the bed?" I teased.

"No, but I'm gonna do it if you don't get up!"

Then I grabbed his hands and pinned him down.  I pushed my body harder
against him.

"Seriously man!"

"Do you piss your pants when you get tickled to death?" I joked.

I started tickling him all over his ribs.  He tried to roll away.  He was
laughing but was obviously tormenting him at the same time.

"Fuck man stop!"

He was getting mad.

"I'm gonna piss right here!"

I felt a splatter on my thigh.  I immediately let go and moved my head to
his dick.  He tried to push back, but once it was in my mouth it started
leaking again.  With his dick in my mouth, I was still able to mumble.

"Piss in my mowf!"

He gave in and his back fell backwards.  A burst of warm piss hit against
the roof of my mouth and then my mouth started filling.  The taste was
strong and salty.   I greedily swallowed it all down and he sighed loudly.
After nearly a minute, it slowed to a trickle and stopped.

"Fuck man, that was delicious." I said.

He lay back with his eyes closed and yawned.

"Man, it was actually fucking great to lay here and piss without getting
up.  I'm not sure if I could have done it without having to nearly piss the
bed.  I usually don't piss easily in front of anyone."

"I'll take your piss anytime dude."

"You're so fucking weird."

"Is that why your cock is rock hard now?  Because I'm weird?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

I moved back and started sucking on his cock.  After being used to dad's
dick, his fit easily in my mouth to the root.  It was by no means tiny, but
not as big as brothers, the dad, or mine.  After I sensed he was close to
cumming, I roughly rolled him over.  His ass was the most perfect of any of
us for sure.  His round butt was baby smooth with no blemishes or hair.
When you pulled those ass cheeks apart was the only time you saw hair.
Very light pubic hair was growing around his asshole.  Where I had full
hairs, his was soft and light brownish-red and not as coarse.  I expected
when puberty was done he'd have a ring of red hair there.  I pulled the
cheeks apart; I smelled the hint of shit.  I sniffed loudly.

"Sorry man, but I probably didn't wipe the last time.  I can go shower if
you want."

"You know better than that!" I replied.

I licked it slightly and felt some dried crud mixed with ass lint from his
jeans.  I licked it out and swallowed.  I wiggled my tongue as deep as I
could go and drilled around.  I didn't find any shit in there.  No
worries--I was content with an un-wiped crack.  He folded his arms under his
head and looked to his side.  I rimmed him for the next hour with no
breaks.  My tongue was getting really sore, so I needed a break.

"You wanna suck my cock for a bit buddy?"

"Hell yeah!"

I moved next to him and he sat up.  I was on my back with legs spread.  He
moved between them on his hands and knees and sucked me off.  Dad always
closed his eyes during a blowjob.  I liked watching it.  I admired the way
Blake licked my balls, my taint, chewed my pubic hair, and licked up and
down my shaft before he went to work trying to make me cum.  All of it was
great foreplay.  I let him work on it for about fifteen minutes and then I
relaxed and sprayed his tonsils with my sperm load.

"Ugh, ummmmmm, ugh," he swallowed.

He was out of breath when he pulled off.

"You did great Blake."

"Well thank you sir."

"Come kiss me with that cum flavored tongue!"

He piled on top of me hard and kissed me fiercely.  I pulled him tight to
me and we rolled around back and forth.  His dick was leaking precum onto
my belly.

"Why don't you shove that leaking dick into my ass and fuck me good!"

"Hell yeah!" he cooed.

"Let me grab the lube!"

I said it before I caught it. I almost got lube from the bedroom.  Luckily,
I stopped in my tracks in the kitchen and then opened the fridge.  I came
back to the bed with a stick of unopened butter.

"Take some of this and rub it in my ass and on your dick."

He took the stick and pulled off the paper.  He bit off the end and pushed
me on my back.  I instinctively pulled my knees to my chest and spread.  He
bent over and pressed his tongue and the chunk of butter against my hole.
Then it slipped inside and disappeared.  He took the stick and rubbed the
end up and down my crack and after forcing it just a little, inserted an
inch into my ass.  It felt good.

Then he rubbed the stick all over his hands and penis until they were all
really greasy.  He put the butter on the end table and moved over me.

"Guide it in!" he told me.

I reached down for his dick and aimed it against my anus.

"Push, but not hard!"

With his perky butt in the air, he moved forward and his dick eased in.

"Go all the way!"

"You sure?"

"Yeah man..."

He knew I had sex with the brothers.  That would be my excuse for being an
easy butt to fuck--but really it was dad's nightly fucking that had loosened
me up.

He started moving in and out.  I pulled him closer hinting for us to kiss
while he fucked.  He arranged his hands and arms on either side of me and
lowered down while he humped me.

"Ahhhhh, you fuck good dude!  Go harder even if you want!"

He started bucking me hard and his balls slapped against mine.   I reached
down and jacked off slowly while we made out and fucked.  I was in total
heaven.  A good morning fuck with a cute and sexy boy who really liked me.
I came again before he did.  My second orgasm was obvious as I was
squirting onto his ribs.  He closed his eyes and collapsed on me.  My nose
was in his slightly sweaty hair as he gasped and groaned.  His hips humped
to complete his orgasm and fill me with his seed.

Then he pulled off and lay on his back breathing hard.  I smelled shit
right away.  My head bolted up and I looked at his dick. It was covered in
brown shit!  At a risk I didn't care about, my mouth covered his cock and I
started sucking him.

"Ow man I'm too sensitive!"

I kept my mouth there but just let the saliva roll around and I gently
sucked.

"That's better."

He sighed.  His breathing was almost back to normal.

"You just cleaned me off huh?"

"Uhum," I tried to say with dick in my mouth.

My shit was bitter and nasty.  I loved it.  I wished I was tasting his shit
instead--but all in good time.  For the moment, I relished what we had done.


"I gotta piss again!" he almost whispered.

I stayed in place.  This time, the stream was light and ended faster.  I
swallowed all like before. I wanted to kiss him but wasn't sure he'd be
able to take it.  When you're new to nasty sex, dirty stuff is sexy until
after you cum--then you can be queasy about it.  I was way past that stage.

"You wanna take a nice long shower?" I offered.

"Sure!"

I pulled him up and led him to the bathroom.  I let him see that I was
gargling with Listerine and got my mouth "clean".  I spit all that out and
then put some toothpaste in my mouth for the better flavor.  I swished it
around with my tongue and spat.  He was already in the shower watching me.
We kissed and groped as we soaped each other.  I kept marveling over the
differences of sex with him versus the bro's.  He was more boyish, more
innocent.  They were aggressive, animal like, and experienced in every sick
kink already.  Yeah, there was chemistry with the guys, and me but there
was something sweet about sex with Blake.

We got out of the shower and stayed naked.  I fixed us sandwiches and we
ate them on dad's bed and watched TV.

"When you and your dad are at work, I run around nekkid!"

"That's great!" I said.

I wanted to tell him we were naked most of the time before he moved in.

"Enjoy it!  You deserve it after living in that repressed house."

Then his face turned sad.  I wanted to kick my ass for saying that.  I ran
my fingers through his hair.

"Don't worry man, things will work out."

He just shrugged.  We ate the rest of our food in silence.  The TV droned
on.  I lay back after that to nap and he spooned me.  I loved the feeling
of his naked body against mine.  His feet pressed against my ankles.  It
was nice.  Before dad got home, I fucked Blake good and long and we each
came again.  We stayed as we were after that and just put on shorts.  I
wasn't going to tell dad I skipped work.  I'd be home before him anyway.

When dad got home, he started making dinner.  I had put the stick of butter
back in the fridge to harden it up again, but I was gonna hide it in the
drawer in its drawer to save for later.  It was too late.  Dad was putting
slices of it in his baked potato when I went to look for it. Oh well, it
wasn't like ass flavored butter was gonna kill him.

- - -

For the rest of that week and weekend, I sneaked from the bedroom after dad
was sleeping and we had a fast blowjob or jacked off.  He was too scared to
fuck with dad in the next room--even with the door of the bedroom shut.

Come Monday, school started again.  Blake drove us to school that morning.
I was so sleepy and drowsy.  He was fully awake and acted nervous.  Neither
of us spoke.  I was not a "morning person" anyway.  I was too used to
getting up later for work or sleeping late on my days off in the summer.  I
wasn't looking forward to day after day of boring classes, rules to follow,
and homework.

As luck would have it, when we parked and got out of the truck in the
student parking lot, Derek and Lee's battered truck pulled in next to us.
Both were shirtless.  They got out and pulled on t-shirts.  Blake got out
and once he saw them, he didn't wait for me.  He just walked onward to the
main school buildings.   Derek and Lee just stared over at me as they
pulled on their backpacks.

"Yo!" I shouted.

I tried to break the ice.

"Hey man," Lee said in a monotone voice.

"First day of school sucks man.  I've been dreading this." I said.

"We're ready to kick ass!"

Derek was talking about football--as always.  He flexed the muscle of his
free arm.  His t-shirt looked sprayed on and the short sleeve was stretched
to its limits.  There was a devilish twinkle in his eye.  Before we could
say anything else, the team's quarterback pushed his way between them and
started talking football shit.  Even though he was a stud, I didn't like
him at all--he was an arrogant prick.  I just nodded to him and walked on.

Taller and lighter, my gait was faster and I was away from them quickly.
Within minutes I found my homeroom class and picked up my schedule.  I
couldn't find Blake anywhere.  I got constant greetings from last year's
class buddies among all the other reunions going on.  Irritating screams
were heard from the females as they remarked over the their friends' latest
hairdos or clothes.

"Spare me!" I said to myself.

"I agree man!"

I turned around to face the person speaking--it was Jasper.  His mullet was
perfectly brushed and styled.  His crooked teeth shined in the fluorescent
lighting as he grinned.  We both laughed and shook our heads over the
gossipy gals chatting next to us.  We compared schedules and I saw
unfortunately that I had World History with him.  I wasn't looking forward
to hearing one of his rants about politics in class.  The bell rang
signaling that "home room" class was over and we should go to our first
classes.  I was distracted from my dread of hearing him in class and moved
on.

The first day of school class schedule was different that day only because
each class was shortened to allow an hour of homeroom at the beginning.
Teachers just introduced themselves, made us do same (usually in front of
the entire class), and gave us class expectations.

I wore my Mohawk fiercely sprayed up and it looked badass.  I wore new
black Dockers with my Doc Martens and a black bowling shirt (one of dad's I
found in his closet from years ago).  I looked quite unique and punk.  The
stupid girls fawned over me and I just played it "chilled".   Ignoring them
seemed to make it worse.

I haven't mentioned my other school buddies before--but I'd rarely had hung
out with them outside of class.   The only guys I'd regularly chilled with
were Derek, Lee, and Blake (because of potential sex).   At lunch, I was
social and talked to everyone when we ate in the cafeteria.  I tended to
sit at the tables with few or no girls...and all the last year the lunch
table was usually filled with just guys from my athletics class.

At lunch that first day, I was starving and bought a full meal tray with a
bunch of extra wheat rolls.  I found the usual lunch gang sitting together
along with a couple of unknown faces.  Only the last two left and right
seats were available at the end.  One was empty because it had a huge crack
in the seat.  I took the one opposite it.  No one sat in front of me and
the next seat over was Jasper wearing his Walkman (thank god).

"Your new here too, right?" I asked the dude who was on my left.

"No, I was here last year too.  You probably just didn't notice me."

"I'm Max." I said.

"Of course.  Everyone knows your name...the cool as fuck hair and all."

I laughed.

"Oh yeah?"

"Sure, everyone knows who you are.  No one dresses as cool and has that
killer hair."

I had never paid attention to anyone's opinion of me.  I didn't know anyone
noticed me that much.

"I'm Richard Saxon."

I thought for a minute.

"Oh man, didn't you have like glasses and uhh...you had the seventies
feathered looking going on."

"Yeah," he said,  "I got rid of the glasses, my braces came off, and I
shaved off the nerd hair".

He looked better for sure--he almost had a lumberjack look that was to
become popular years later.  He even had on a plaid flannel shirt despite
the fact it was blazing hot outdoors.   His green eyes looked directly into
mine as we spoke.   I felt a little embarrassed that I had no clue who he
was until he told me.  He looked much different than before.

At the end of the table, I was cut off from talking to everyone one I knew,
so I just made the best of it and ate my food.  I wondered if I was the
only gay guy at the table.  Most all were very masculine.  This Richard
Saxon seemed nerdy but not gay.  But then again--I thought--the straightest
acting guy could be gay.  My father was an example.  No one would
stereotype him as anything but a trucker or blue-collar type.

Richard started asking me about a recent science fiction movie.  I told him
I'd seen it and loved it.  He said with the Internet, fan groups were
spreading like crazy--and sci-fi conventions.  It seemed interesting and I
was about to ask more, but I'd been putting off the urge to piss between
two classes and now I had the urge to shit fast.

"I wouldn't know man...my dad won't spring for a computer yet.  I'm saving up
to buy one." I told him.

I had the urge to fart a monster.  I possibly needed to shit.  The
ingestion of my food seem to set off a chain reaction to make more room
down the line, so I felt the urge to move quickly.

"Be right back dude!"

I hurried down the back hallway past the cafeteria and to my favorite
bathroom in the older section that no one ever used.  Just as I stepped
inside, Derek burst inside.  I stood there and watched him check the other
two stalls.  Then he pushed me into mine and kissed me.

"Been a long time since you messed around here at school with one of us
huh?"

"I gotta shit man!"

"Great man!"

"Now goddammit!" I spat.

He spun me around and reached around to undo my pants at the waist.  I
squirmed to hold my hole closed.  He pulled the pants down hard and shoved
his face into my farting crack.  My hole whistled a high pitch wheeze and
then made a splat sound.

The second his lips pressed against my hole I pushed out mushy shit.  I
heard a nasty squishing sound as he gagged and swallowed.  I was sure that
I was having almost diarrhea-like feces escaping my hole into his mouth.
The shit felt like it was burning and acidic.  He sucked like a vacuum.  I
tried to remember what I ate that might have given me such nasty shit.

I pissed into the toilet furiously at the same time.  With him gripping my
waist my piss stream missed the toilet and splattered on the seat and then
onto the wall.  It was a relief to be emptying myself and the method was
awesome.  All of this happened in just a minute or two.  The pressure in my
guts was gone.

We heard footsteps echoing in the empty hall beyond.  I moved away and
struggled to pull up my pants.  Derek immediately bolted to the middle
stall.  I wiped my ass with toilet paper because it felt like shit was
still there and burned, but the paper was white!  He'd not only taken my
disgusting dump but had sucked me clean.

I moved out of my stall and started washing my hands.  When a male teacher
came inside, he went straight to the sink and washed his hands.  I took
longer to wash mine and then pretended to pick food out of my teeth.  He
used paper towels to try his hands and left.  Then I heard Derek gagging
and vomiting.

"You okay in there man?"

"Just go dude!" he mumbled in between coughs.

"What's wrong man?"

"I'm good...just go!"

I hesitated, and then left.  Half the table was empty except for my end.
Richard was still there.  His food was eaten but my tray still had food on
it.   I sat down across from him as before.

"I saved your tray in case that janitor woman came by again."

"Thanks man!"

I rested my hand in my lap and felt a half-erection.  I wondered if anyone
had noticed.   My heart was racing.  I quickly ate the rest of my food and
the bell rang.  I took my second container of chocolate milk with me and
finished it on my way to the next class.  I wondered about Derek.

- - -

After the next class, it was time for my athletics class.  I passed Derek
and pretended to punch him in the arm.

"What happened dude?"

"I choked on that stuff man...but that happens sometimes.  It got stuck in my
throat.  I had to hack it all up. No biggie man!" he said discreetly.

I could tell that his pride in being a major shit eater was damaged a bit.

"Too bad your bro wasn't there to suck up your barf huh?"

He just grinned and chuckled.

I looked back and saw Richard Saxon in the distance.  When I nodded hello,
he looked down.

- - -

We split ways and I went on to the gym.  I was surprised Derek and Lee were
not in that class.  When I got to the locker room, I was glad to see Blake
there.  We all sat on the bleachers waiting for one of the coaches to start
class.  Most all the guys from last year's class were in there.

A man I'd never seen before entered the room.  He was older and not very
nice looking (by attitude and physical appearance).  He immediately started
calling roll and the guys stopped talking.  He gave a short intro about
himself and then told us to get out exercise gear on.  Half of the guys
didn't bring any gym clothes for the first day, so they worked out in their
school clothes.  It really didn't matter anyway--it was the last class of
the day and you didn't have to worry about going back in the main building
sweaty.

The new coach kept us indoors at least, so there was air conditioning.  He
made us warm up, do stretches, and then work out weights.  It wasn't bad at
all.  In fact it felt good to exercise hard again.  Like before, Blake was
my partner in stretches and anything else that needed a part of me to be
held.  He spotted me at the chest press station.

It felt like old times from the year before.  He kept the same butch
demeanor and gave attitude (but I knew then it was only on the outside).
Yet, in his hands there was a different touch.  His hands lingered longer
than they would have before holding my feet for sits ups.  When I spotted
him he looked up at my crotch and licked his lips.  It made me feel good
inside to know there was tension between us.  I wanted to bend over and
kiss him.

When we were dismissed, I grabbed all my junk and headed out to the truck
with him.  Lee was in the truck waiting for Derek.  He looked at me
strangely.

"Why aren't you in athletics?"

"We got a morning PE class.  We had it the same way last year until the
second semester.  It's a bitch to have that class and then head right out
for football practice.  We start after school practice tomorrow."

Just then Blake walked up.  Derek was walking toward us.  Blake hurriedly
pulled out and squealed his tires when he left the parking lot.

"What was that for?  You tryin' to be a badass?"

He didn't answer.  I rolled my eyes.

"Are you still jealous of those guys?" I asked.

He didn't answer me.  He just drove up the street to get on the highway.
He sped up to 95MPH and then made our exit.  By the time we reached the
turn to drive toward my apartment, he stopped fast on the gravel shoulder
of the road.

I didn't say anything.  I figured I'd let him get it out of his system.  I
reached for his shirt and wiped my forehead with it.  As we reached the
exit of the highway, he slowed to the regular speed limit.  We drove
forward until we reached my apartments and he turned the corner.  I
couldn't wait until we got inside where it was cool.

Just as I was about to reach for the door handle, he put his arm out
against my chest gently to stop me.

"Wait up man..."

I scratched my sweaty armpit and sniffed my fingers.  It was good and ripe.
I moved my head to look him in the eyes.

"I know what you guys do!  I've parked my truck in the woods and walked all
the way there like when I was a kid.  Only this time there was no dog.   I
watched through their windows!  I've seen you nasty fuckers do all that
filthy shit!  Fucking, sucking, shitting, fisting--everything!"

I didn't respond immediately.  I should have been mad that he was stalking
us but I thought it was kind of hot in a twisted way.

"I'm sorry man.  That must have been a shock for you.  But you're still
having sex with me so you're obviously not totally freaked out?"

He looked like he was shaking from anger.

"No--it should have been ME that you were with!

"I uhh..."

"Yeah man, I should have dropped that turd for you when you asked me the
first time.  Who knows how far we would have gone by now.  Instead, I
fucked it up.  If you hadn't taken me in after my parents kicked me out...we
might not be talking out.  I really messed up.  But you understand why I
hated them right?"

"Let's go inside.  First of all, it's hot as fuck in your ancient truck.
Second, I have something awesome to show you!"

We grabbed out stuff and headed to my front door.  I unlocked the door and
dragged him inside.  I knocked the books out of his hands and pushed him
against the cinderblock wall and rammed my tongue past his lips.  We kissed
heatedly for about five minutes.  While doing so, we pushed down and kicked
off our shorts.  It always felt sexy to be naked with shoes still on, so I
didn't pull mine off.

"I'm surprised you haven't looked under here!"

I pulled off the big blanket covering the rim chair.

"Sit your fine ass down!"

"Oh wow man!" he cooed.

He plopped down on its toilet seat and I lay on the floor.  I scooted under
him and adjusted the pillow left there from the last time I used it.

"Relax your hole totally!"

I forced my nose in there first.  His hole was sweaty and cheesy.  I
inhaled deeply with satisfaction.  One brush across his tight pucker made
it quiver.  A small flake of dried shit broke off.  He didn't wipe again!

"Relax man...let me in there."

"I gotta fart!"

"So? Then fart goddammit!"

He answered that with a loud sputtering wet fart.  It didn't stink much.
As his hole stopped moving I rammed my tongue in there.  I licked away a
bunch of the usual butt lint stuck in his damp crack and swallowed it.  He
sighed I rimmed him like a pro.  When my mouth lips sucked and locked on to
his butthole, he groaned loudly.

"Of fuck man...you're good!"

"I know!"

I munched and sucked for the next half hour.  I figured my dad could get
home early or he could be late...either way I was hoping he'd walk in on us.
I stuck my tongue in as far as it would go and it bumped against a firm and
hard tip of a turd finally.  I pulled off and his ass lips parted and he
let out a long, hot, and silent fart.

"Whoa man, that one reeks!" he said.

"I love it!"

"Fuck you're so twisted."

"Just keep pushing your ass out and let me suck on your ass lips.  Would it
help you if you had something to read?"

"Yeah maybe."

He reached for the TV Guide magazine.  He sat there reading for a few
minutes while I lightly licked.  It seemed the less I pressed my tongue
inside he relaxed.  Eventually, more stinking farts came--the kind that
smell like shit.  I knew it was coming soon.  He pushed again and his hole
flared open.  I opened my mouth wide to receive.  Suddenly, several nuggets
slid out in a bunch.  After they fell I closed my mouth.  I used my tongue
to pulled them apart.  They were stuck together with ass mucous.  I sucked
that gravy-like coating off and then chewed up his nuggets.

The nuggets were firm and waxy.  The shit got all in my teeth and I was
loving it.  It took me a couple of minutes to chew the mass to a liquid and
I swallowed.  He farted again.

"I gotta piss dude."

I opened my mouth and he aimed his dick downward.  My mouth filled up and I
swallowed over and over.  The urine dislodged some of the chunks stuck in
my teeth.

"Oh fuck, I can smell that!"

"Sorry man, do we need to stop?"

"No, hold on."

He kicked off his shoes and pulled off a sock.  He wrapped the sweaty calf
length sock over his nose and tied it up at the back of his head.

"That should block it out!"

"Okay," I said.

He moved back over me on the chair and his hole protruded a little.  When
it opened again I was ready.  A skinny turd emerged.  A few inches slid out
quickly.  I sucked it like a small dick and licked off it's coating.  More
shit eased out.  When it was done, it turned out to be a very long and
skinny rope of soft-serve shit.  I let it hang there and started taking
bites off of it.

"Holy fuck.  Oh my god!"

He was looking down between his legs watching me chomp the shit with
bulging cheeks.  I swallowed loudly.

"I though you'd seen me do this before when you were peeping in their
window."

"I did man, but seeing it up close is so wild."

"So you can handle it?"

"I've got more in there if you can!"

"Wait for me to eat this one."

I bit off more but it fell on my face.  I ate it like it was candy...even
though it tasted nothing like candy.  When I was done, I licked my fingers
clean.

"I'm ready for more."

He grunted and moaned.  His hole opened wider this time and closed around a
slightly knobby head.  I kissed the end of it and sniffed it.  My nose
bumped it and I felt it smear me.  He grunted again and the turd dislodged
and fell into my open mouth.  Farts followed while I ate it.  I held onto
it and ate the chunky end first.  The reward was in the middle--smooth and
mild shit with a slightly metallic taste.  It was the best part and at that
point I furiously jacked to shoot my load.

After I swallowed I looked up and he was jacking too.  He looked down at me
and his eyes looked right into mine.

"Open your mouth!"

I opened it wide.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

He came like a fountain!  It was the biggest load I'd seen his release to
date.  I let it all land in my mouth before I swallowed it down.  It was
like dessert after a good meal.

"I'm gonna get up fast and gargle.  Just keep your nose covered until I get
out of here.  You will get used to it but right now it might make you gag."

"Okay man!"

- - -

We showered together.  He kissed me as soon as I got under the water.

"You don't care that I just a big load of your shit?"

"I just like you even more now!" he said.

I hugged him tightly as the warm water rolled down my back.  My belly was
full and I was so happy.

To be continued...