Date: Sat, 8 Apr 2017 16:10:52 -0500 From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com> Subject: Redneck Brothers And Shit Pt 18 Redneck Brothers And Shit Pt 18 The new hardware store was being constructed quickly behind the old one. After completion, the old store was to be demolished and become part of the new store's parking lot. School had been in session for a month and I was still working a couple of evenings during the week and both days of the weekends. Blake continued to live with dad and I. He got a job at the local feed store and gave all of his paychecks to dad--he wouldn't take no for an answer. Dad cashed them for him and kept the money set aside for him (he said Blake really wasn't eating much more food than me and the rent was the same no matter what). Blake only wanted to earn his keep and maintain his self-respect. I had to admire that. He was a hard worker. His job was more labor than mine. He had to unload trucks alone (the old man who owned it did nothing), put feedbags or pallets in others trucks, and clean up the place. Most all of his work was saved for him so that when he got there after school he had to do all that work before coming home (and then he had all his homework to do). With the two of us working and going to school, we just slept and rested on our evenings off. There was sex at night of course, but we didn't venture off to the bro's place because we were so beat after work. I loved the way he smelled when he came in from work. He smelled like the feed store (which also sold manure) and it's various offerings (hay, various stinky feeds, etc.) and sweat. Yet he looked so cute in his little overalls and t-shirt he had to wear. On his way home, he always pulled off his shirt and let the straps of his overalls hang down past his waist. If he wore underwear, the elastic was exposed by one inch. The best view was when was going commando, then the crack of his ass showed by almost an inch and the front just barely covered the upper line of his pubic hair. With no shirt on, the view was hot as fuck. The short walk from his truck to our door must have turned a few heads. I always attacked him with a horny hug and kiss when he came in like that. I wanted to embrace those smells in their freshness right away. - - - I caught dad eyeing Blake several times as he walked around in the apartment in that state. Being indoors, Blake didn't worry about pulling the pants up and some nice ass cleavage showed, but he wouldn't get totally naked unless we were in bed. I fantasized about catching him and dad messing around. I knew Blake thought dad was handsome and dad surely fantasized about Blake. In my mind I was always imagining scenarios in which one of them could seduce the other. Blake, shy in so many ways, had been proven a nasty pervert. These contradictions made me adore him. He had melancholy moods that I was sure existed even before his dad kicked him out. He didn't talk much about his inner thoughts unless I pried. So, for the most part I didn't pursue it. I concluded his instances of sadness even before he was kicked out stemmed from his homelike in some way. He had such a strict father who showed him little to no affection ever. His mom loved him but didn't interfere when his dad was hard on him. I concluded Blake was a major bottom...the totally loved getting screwed way more than sticking his dick up me. So after work, and then after homework, if he had any energy left, he would ask for his bedtime fuck. We tried to keep it down but the bed squeaked. He loved a hard fuck. I could only imagine how it must have been for him to get it from his furry little pooch. I was sure he missed that. In our nightly fucks, we couldn't really get too nasty with dad there, but we found a way around it. Blake would hold his shit in all day (if he could) so he would have a packed ass. This allowed me to shit-fuck him. He loved being drilled with a full ass. Me--I loved the feeling of fucking his turds. Even better if it was a messy or soft shit. When the fuck was over, I made him clean my dick off while I sucked him off. Then we'd kiss and exchange the dirty shit and cum mouth to mouth. For the most part, there was no mess. I quickly rolled up our bed each morning so if any smudges were on the sheets they were hidden until laundry day (at which either of us would be the ones washing them away from dad's eyes). It was so sexy to do this shitty stuff under dad's nose without him knowing. I love the riskiness of dad potentially coming into the kitchen or living room while we were fucking or Blake had a shitty dick in his mouth. I imagined how hot it would be to have dad barge in and offer him to join in and finish fucking (literally) the shit out of Blake. - - - Into the 2nd month of school, Blake came home very uneasy from work one day. He was standoffish and wouldn't say much. I finally confronted him at dinner. "Dude, so what's wrong. You can talk to me." The three of us were eating Sloppy Joe's at the dining table. "If you guys need to talk I'll take my plate to the room. I don't wanna miss the start of the game anyway." Blake didn't answer. In the awkward silence dad stood up and patted me on the head as he left with his food and drink. I heard the bedroom door close in the background. "Come on man. You hide nothing with your facial expressions," I told him. "My father came into the store today. He didn't see me until the old man called me up to load the order. Dad looked shocked. He said nothing to me and didn't look me in the eye. He acted like I was invisible. He paid the old man and then left. I tried to say something to him as he got in the truck and just slammed the door and took off." A tear streamed down his face even though his voice never wavered. "Fuck him. Fuck that mother fucker!" I got up moved to his chair and sat in his lap. "What do you want to happen"" I asked. "I don't want to move back in. I just want to have a man to man talk with him. He acted like I was nothing!" "Did you try to call your mom again?" "I called from the school pay phone. She heard my voice and then when dad asked who it was she hung up!" "Sounds like your mom is afraid of your dad." "Yeah. That's always been the case." I hugged him and we sat there in the embrace for nearly a minute. "Can I eat my goddamn food before it's cold?" he asked. He half grinned when I moved his head to face mine with my hand. I got up and returned to my chair and ate the rest of my potato chips. There was no sex that night. We did our homework at the table and then lay in bed together until we dozed off. He tossed and turned during the night. I wasn't able to sleep well because of it, but patiently supported him. When he woke up startled in the wee hours, I put my arm around him and pulled him tightly. It was the last time he woke up. He fell asleep finally. - - - Derek and Lee were keeping themselves busy. Besides work and homework, they were fully consumed by football. After 3 games, our team had lost no games. At lunch, Derek and Lee--if they did anything besides stuff their mouths--talked about nothing but football. I was amazed at how popular they were wherever they went (guys cheered them on and girls sighed) but they had few friends and never did anything socially outside of school. I guess they passed it off by appearing to be working all the time, but I wondered what everyone really though. Two rough but gorgeous country jocks with no girlfriends and no social life. Was I the only one who analyzed that? I considered myself lucky to be in their private and wild life at home. No one would ever suspect these guys consumed so much of each others shit loads! I kept myself really busy too. Aside from working, I made a huge effort to keep up with my grades and studied hard. I loved my dad, but I wanted to be more than a truck driver (and more than a farmer like Blake). I had no idea what I wanted to do in the future for a job, but I figured good grades would pave the way. My lease favorite classes were geometry and algebra. My best class was biology. The girls in the class were grossed out by the specimens and dissections we had to mess with, but I found it fascinating discovering the breakdown of our bodies and its systems. It was my success in school that instigated the next visit to the bro's place. One day at lunch, Derek told me that he was doing terribly in biology. He asked for me to help him study for the next test. I knew that if I went to his place on a weekend it would turn into a shit-fest. I was overdue for some really nasty sex with other guys so I accepted the chore. I accepted the offer. I doubted we'd ever make it to "studying" after all the sex. - - - When that saturday evening rolled around, he came and picked me up. Lee was working in the evening and Blake was worn out from working all afternoon--so it was just me and Derek. It had been a long time since I'd been with him alone. I was good with the few hours we had planned to study, but after that I wanted shit in my mouth and my cock up his raunchy ass. I wanted a belly full of a gallon redneck football player piss and turds! He showed up at sunset in the truck sweating like crazy. As we drove away from the highway, he pushed down and kicked his shorts off. I copied his actions and ditched the shirt immediately. Then I took my shorts off and we road down the country roads totally naked. I was fully hard. I stroked my dick and he looked over and grinned. I smelled farts as the country music blared. We finally reached their gate and drove in. He got out totally naked and closed the huge gate behind us. Then he walked around to my side and opened the door. "I can't wait...I gotta piss like hell!" I scooted out and got on my knees in the dirt. He roughly stuck his dick in my lips and began spraying immediately. My cheeks bulged as I managed to control my gulps and swallows. He pissed for a long time until I felt like I couldn't take any more. Just before I attempted to protest, he pulled out and shook it on me. "Fuck, I let that one wait too long!" I heard a fart rip out of his ass as I got back in. He walked around the front of the truck after my door shut and in the rear view mirror I saw vehicles passing. We'd just missing being seen! He opened his door and got in. I smelled his underarms as we drove on up to the front door. The smell of his ripe pits was intoxicating and i was leaking pre-cum on the truck seat. - - - To my dismay, we actually did end up studying thoroughly. Not only for all his current chapters, but for his previous test that he failed. His teacher was letting him retake the first test that he bombed but it was going to be essay questions and not multiple choice. So, he had to really know his shit. Derek wasn't stupid by any means, but he seemed to get really frustrated when pressured and his mind went blank. Then he got angry and defensive. I had to calm him down many times until I was exhausted. We reviewed shit over and over until he was able to write out definitions and other stuff on his own. I made him make study sheets to memorize. It was almost eleven when we wrapped up and ate leftover fried chicken. After we ate, we sat on the couch nude. He had his big arm around my waist and my arm was over his shoulders. I ran my fingers through his short, dirty hair and inhaled the wonderful musk emanating from his fuzzy armpit. I pushed my nose in his hair behind his neck and smelled the food from his work. Then I heard light snoring. "Goddammit!" I thought. His big ass body slouched over on me pinning me in the corner of the couch. I pulled out of his embrace and he slumped over where I was sitting. I though about pissing on him to wake him up, but thought it might get the couch all wet. I went to the kitchen to grab me another Coke and Marty wandered in. "How's the studying going?" he asked. "I think it went really good but Mr. football stud in there has conked out." Marty laughed. "He worked hard all day. You must have finished wearing him out." He looked over at his beefy, sleeping son with an expression of sentiment. "Yeah, but I'm so horny. I was hoping to have some fun." "Well, I'm game for something." he said. "I really stink...do you want me to shower?" "Naw," he said. "You just smell like a man." I followed him to his bedroom and he closed the door. I hopped on his bed and he pulled his shorts off. He rolled over next to me and we started making out. He was on top of me and I loved the feeling of his heavier body on me like when dad fucks me. When he kissed my neck his whiskers rubbed against my face and it gave me chills. I lay back while he licked and felt me up all over my body. I rubbed my hands all over the stubble on his sexy shaved head. I enjoyed kissing, but the best part was when he roughly pushed my legs up in the air and dove for my ass. He spent a long time eating me out. After the long rim session, he stood up and got some lube. He squirted it liberally in my crack and all over his dick. "I don't know man. You're really wide!" "You can take it kid! I'll bet bigger shit logs come out of your ass than the size of my cock." He was right...but those were coming out from the inside--not going back in with someone else controlling it. "I'll be easy on you." I was okay unit he was halfway in and then my ass was on fire. I gripped his biceps hard when he pushed all the way in. He just kept it there for a bit and massaged my pecs with his rough, calloused hands. "Just relax buddy. You're so tight in there because you got a full house!" He was right. I hadn't shit since the day before. Wonderful smacking and pop sounds came from my ass as he pushed in and out slowly. It was a very tight fuck. He leaned over to kiss me with my legs around his upper body. I pulled on his big nipples that were planted on either of of his big round pecs above his beer gut. He moaned. When the pain had mostly died away, I concentrated on jacking off. The pressure of his dick inside inside me combined with stroking my dick was the perfect match. I didn't even care about edging. When the urge came, I shot my load all over his chest. My orgasm triggered his. He groaned and pushed harder inside of me for over a minute. Then he fell on top of me. "You know how to wear an old man out!" He slowly got up and sat on the side of me. I immediately smelled his shit covered cock. I stared at it hungrily. "You want this don't you kid?" I just nodded. He pinched his fingers over his nose as he sat over me and straddled my chest. His dick was still hard. He slowly pushed its girth into my mouth and I sucked my bitter shit off of it. When I had sucked most of it off, he rolled over. "Well finish the job!" he said. I got up on my knees and moved over and licked the rest of his dirty cock spotless. "You're a sexy boy!" "Thanks." We lay there in each others arms for a while. He stroked the shaved part of my head. "Why didn't you bring that Blankenship boy with you?" "You referred to "Archie" the other day. Do you know him?" I asked. "You mean his dad? Archibald Blankenship? We called him Archie in school." Marty got up to piss. I followed him to the bathroom. "So why is he such an asshole?" I asked. "Are you friends with him?" "Friends...not now. Years ago...yes." I walked to the bathroom and rinsed my ass in the cool water of the bathtub. I kept waiting for him to elaborate. Nothing came. "Well? I mean, can you tell me more?" Marty explained to me how he'd lived in his house since he was born. "The land this house is on used to belong to an enormous chunk of land owned by one family since the Civil War. My granddaddy worked for them until he was shot working on their land running making booze for them...he managed all their stills. Moonshine was big around here for some years. The family that owned the stills gave my grandaddy this piece of land for all his trouble with getting a bullet lodge in his leg. He had this house built. After Grandaddy died, he passed to my daddy. Daddy died early from all that drinkin'. Mama kept the house and i got it after she died. I've been in this house most all my life." "Of course I moved out when I was just 17. I was a hellion. Into fun, sex, alcohol, stealing cars for fun. I even got mixed up in drugs pretty bad." He started stroking my dick and it came back to life. He changed the topic." "We'll, most of that land behind us was sold off over the years. If you keep walking for two or so miles you come a county road and then to the Blankenships' farm. Archie I went to school all our lives together until I dropped out." He stroked my flat belly and my pubic hairs with a distant look in his eyes. "You know I banged some bitches...sex was sex back then. That's how I got me these two boys from their ho of a mama. But I was exploring all my options at an early age. As a kid, Archie was my closest kid to play with. We'd hang out on his farm or he'd come over here and we'd go fishin'. There's a huge pond behind us--or used to be--that is part of the creek that runs off the river. Well we'd get so bored. I noticed one time that Archie was staring at my dick when I pissed behind a tree. I started watching him from then on and he was always looking at my body. I started wearing skimpier stuff like cutoff shorts that had holes and my balls hung out of. I never wore a shirt. I made sure I pissed on a tree in front of him when I had to go. He always stared at my penis." Marty rubbed my chest and leaned into me with a far away look in his eyes "Finally one day I pushed my fishin' pole aside and said, `you wanna play with it?'. His hands were all over me!" "Holy shit--really? I asked. "Yeah, so for a week we stopped fishin'. I brought an old blanket and we'd roll around and suck and kiss. We must'ah shot a Guiness World Record of loads in those woods! You know what that led to...I fucked that boy's ass good. Granted we didn't do all that wild stuff like you and the boys!" "So Blake's dad is gay!" "I don't know that he's gay son. So he experimented once...I'm not ever gonna judge him. We was each other's first experience I reckon." Marty lit his pipe while I lay next to him on the bed engrossed in his story. "Well, when we almost got caught by his daddy who came looking for him, things stopped. We'd been frolicking and heard his daddy's voice shouting in the woods. We tried to dress fast but when we was pulling' up our pants his daddy was in plain sight. I ran into the bushes. I heard Archie screaming his lungs out as his daddy beat the hell out of him. I ran home as fast as I could. We never talked again." "Didn't you see him at school all the time?" I asked. "Yeah but not for long. I quit going when I was fifteen. I got my GED diploma years later after I got off drugs and alcohol." He looked somber as he puffed his pipe. I suddenly felt depressed. My heart went out to Blake. "Does Archie beat his boy like his daddy did him?" he asked. "Until he busted Blake I don't think so. He just gave him no affection. Was a slavedriver." Marty put the pipe down and signed. Then he looked at the clock. I was about to confess to him how the son's of both me had their own altercation in the very same woods, but he looked to the door. "Dammit, that boy in there is still dozing and was supposed to pick up his brother. I better get dressed and go pick him up. I'll take you home on the way." I wanted to hear more. I had no idea that Marty and Blake's dad grew up together. This story was something that Blake didn't know about his own father...but was it my place to tell him? - - - On Sunday morning, dad woke me up. "Wake up buddy!" "Ughh dad...I'm off today. I wanna sleep!" I buried my head under the covers. Blake's side of the bed was empty--he'd gone to work. "It's nearly noon buddy. I have something to show you!" I groggily got up. Dad turned on the kitchen light over the table. There was an envelope. "I got this Friday but wanted to cash it first. Your mom sold the house. She sent me a check for half!" "Oh wow dad! Good for you!" "Good for us. Get your clothes on!" I had no idea what he was up to, but I went and put some jeans and a shirt on. He was anxiously waiting for me in the living room. After that we walked to the truck and he started it up. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. I felt the truck moving. I figured he was taking me out to Denny's for breakfast to celebrate. I fell asleep again. I woke up by him grabbing my crotch. "I thought that would wake you up!" I laughed and looked out of the window. We were at a Harley Davidson bike shop! "Fuck dad! You're gonna buy a new bike! Badass!" I quickly woke up and hopped out to the curb. Dad and I walked into the store and looked around at dozens of gorgeous bikes. The prices on them were outrageous, but dad got the check and it must have been huge. "Well," he said after we had been there awhile, "These new bikes are something you can shoot for later on in life. Let's go see what we can really afford." We stepped outside to a covered area full of used bikes. All of them were just as cool but definitely not brand new. A salesman with a ponytail and glasses came to meet us and dad and him started talking. I wandered around looking at the different models. Most ranged from the late eighties up to the current 90's models. I was in my own world when they asked me something. "Huh?" I asked. "So which one do you want us to try out?" dad asked. I pointed to three that I thought were great. Dad sat on each one to test for height and the feel of the bike. Dad tested two around the block. He wasn't too thrilled with them, but loved the third. It had a dual passenger seat and I got on as dad drove us around the block. Then he shifted and went faster and drove into town. It was exciting and felt really smooth. When we got back we looked at some more, but dad kept going back to the one I rode on, the 1988 Harley 883. It looked practically brand new. He talked to the guy some more while I sat on it while it was off. It felt very sexy to sit on it alone. It was the perfect height and didn't feel too big. "Max, you like this one for sure?" "Well, yeah dad!" "It's up to you to study up for the license. You can take some lessons here later on and I'll take you out in the country and let you practice. After you get a license, you're responsible for the gas and upkeep. Are you ready for this commitment?" I was thinking it was raw for dad to buy himself a bike and then push all the work for it on me. "Max, you realize I'm buying this for you--not me? This is going to be your bike." I nearly had a heart attack! I grabbed dad and hugged him so hard I lifted him off his feet for a couple of seconds. "Dad you are serious?" "Yeah buddy. It's yours if you want it!" I hugged him again. I wasn't embarrassed that everyone was looking. "Yeah yeah for sure!' I said. - - - For the next month, dad used the motorcycle for trips into town like to get groceries or other errands. He said it was "mine" but it was really "ours" to me. I practiced riding with him in remote areas and I studied the driving rules like crazy. He even let Blake practice on it. Dad made me enroll in a Driver's Ed class to get my license for driving a car. I wasn't getting a license for the bike anytime soon, but dad was sure I'd be ready for it when the time came. At some point, I'd get my license for the bike and then it would be mine exclusively. One of those evenings that we practiced riding the bike, I sat on a stump while dad rode with Blake. I noticed when dad got off the bike, there was a bulge in his pants. I thought that it was so sexy. When it was my turn again, I made sure to push my butt against dad's crotch and leaned into him. My hand slid to his thigh. Dad playfully slapped me on the leg--he was no fool. I scooted back up. When we slowed down he said in my ear, "riding is no time to be playing!" That wasn't his opinion when I sucked his cock in his truck the last time! - - - When done, I volunteered to be the one that walked back. Dad and Blake rode the bike back to our apartment. I fantasized that I got home after them and found them on the couch going at it. I missed having sex with dad a lot. Sex with Blake was fantastic, but dad had the experience and really knew how to get me off. All these men...I was so lucky to have them around. When I got back, everything was the opposite. Blake was crying on the couch and dad had his arm around him. I didn't know what to think. Dad took a handkerchief and let Blake blow into it. Dad slowly pulled away from Blake and led me to the bedroom and closed the door. "Something's happened. The phone was ringing when we got in and I answered it. Blake's mother called to say there had been an accident on the farm. His dad was killed." My heart sank. Blake's face was grim as he laid the phone down on it's holder. "You want us to drive you home?" dad asked. "No sir. I have to go take care of my mom." A tear ran down his cheek as he looked me in the eyes. I swallowed hard and tried to not cry as I went to grab his backpack and his only clean clothes. I helped him pack in silence. Then he was gone. - - - He was gone all week from school. I wondered how he was doing but I felt it was rude to call. Besides, I didn't know how his mom would react to me as I was part of the reason that his dad had kicked him out. I waited patiently, but I missed him terribly. Part of me felt offended that I hadn't been invited to the funeral to support Blake. After all, he was my boyfriend! Dad told me not to judge him so harshly and to be there for when he was ready to talk again. I was very frustrated. For once I put all my total energies into studying and my homework. It was the first week even I abstained from sex! I just wasn't in the mood. I slept alone in the sofa bed in memory of Blake. Of course, that didn't last forever. The first horny weak moment I had, I went to go see what dad was doing and he was on the phone talking to Carlos. I slipped back out of the room. When the weekend came, I knew I had an open invitation to show up at Derek and Lee's place, but I wasn't up to going. I told dad I might be gone when he got home from playing pool and drinking with Carlos, but I never called the guys to pick me up. Instead I lay in the dark watching TV. Bored to death, I got up and went to dad's room to go through my boxes of stuff that mom had packed for me before she moved. I was sitting naked in the closet when the front door opened. I was about to shout out to dad I was there, but then I remained silent when I heard two voices. I turned off the closet light and closed its door leaving it open one inch. The two of them came in laughing and talking loud. Dad called my name out and after I didn't answer they came into the bedroom. Dad turn the light on. They were obviously relaxed after having a lot of booze. Dad and him sounded like two drunk buddies having a good time joking around. The conversation was typical, but then dad got flirty and made a lewd joke when Carlos bent over to pull his shoes off. When Carlos turned around, dad put his arms around him! My dick went straight up! He pulled Carlos into a hot long kiss. The two of them starting going it animal-like. Their tongues dueled hard and hands were everywhere. Dad proceeded to unbutton Carlo's shirt and Carlos' hands were on dad's denim covered butt. I silently beat off as I watched with my mouth open. Dad pulled Carlos' shirt open and moved down his his pecs and sucked on his dark pink nipple. Carlos' chest was hairier than dad's--I loved it! He pulled his shirt all the way off as dad sucked his tit. Dad pushed him onto the bed and Carlos lay on his back with his feet on the carpet. Dad kissed all over his chest and made his way down the hair trail to his waist. Dad unbuttoned the fly of his buddy's jeans and out came a nice uncut cock. Carlos didn't have any underwear on. When Carlos raised his hands and put them behind his head to enjoy dad's work, his wonderful fuzzy armpits were exposed. My mouth watered as I saw the wet little ringlets of hair in there. I wished I knew how it smelled. Carlos pulled at dad's shirt and he helped him get pull it lose. The dark blue Dallas Cowboys shirt flew my direction and landed under the closet door. Dad sucked Carlos like a pro. He went all the way down on it the first time and stayed there sniffing Carlos' pubes. Then dad's head went up and down in perfect rhythm. His hands were on each of his man's tits playing with them. After a few minutes, it seemed like he was getting close and he pulled dad off and they started kissing again. Carlos hands went into the waist of dad's tight jeans. Dad unsnapped them and Carlos' hands went all the way into his pants to grab his ass. Dad's hands moved up to Carlos's head and ran his fingers through his black, wavy hair. They looked like two long time lovers passionately making out. After hardcore making out, they finished stripping each other totally naked and barefoot. Dad looked so sexy getting it on with another man. I just wished I was between them! I kept edging and coming close to shooting but I wanted to cum when they did. The next thing I knew they were in an ass eating sixty-nine--Carlos on bottom. He pulled dad's ass apart and sucked deep in between those hairy cheeks. I saw dad's tongue drilling into his guy like he often had done to me right before a fuck. I suspected that was coming soon. After a lot of ass munching, they made out again and ground their cocks together. Then dad reached out and opened the drawer of the nightstand. He pulled out our bottle of lube--and then a box of condoms! Where had those been hiding? When Carlos saw them he got on his hands and knees on the bed. Dad squirted a lot of lube into his crack and rubbed a couple of fingers in there. Carlos groaned in pleasure. Dad lubed his dick up and then pulled a condom out of the box. He carefully bit the corner off and opened it. He slid the condom out and rolled it onto his cock. There was no protest from Carlos when it went in gently. "Ohhh mann...fuck yeah!" Carlos moaned and dad sighed and smiled. His hands slid up Carlos' sides as he pushed all the way in. They were fucking like dogs in seconds. It was no gentle fuck either. Dad rode him hard and he begged for more. They shifted positions like twenty times! When I saw the back view of dad's balls slapping around and his cheeks flexing while Carlos lay on his back with legs in the air, I started spewing jizz all over the carpet and myself. I nearly lost my balance as my legs collapsed to my knees. I hadn't cum like that alone in ages. They lasted longer than me. Dad jacked Carlos for a while longer as he rode him hard. Intermittently, they stopped to make out, but dad's cock never exited that hole! Eventually, they would start up again and dad's cock rode him over and over. I worked up another erection and was beating off again. When I was close to shooting my 2nd load, Carlos howled and thick ropes of grown man cum poured out of him. Dad jacked him hard and shouted. When it was all done, there was a puddle of cum on Carlos stomach and chest. Dad had obviously cum inside him. They lay like that without moving for a long time and just talked quietly. I couldn't make out what all they said. Dad rubbed the cum across Carlos' hair chest and stomach. When they finally moved I heard dad'd semi hard cock make a pop sound as it exited Carlos worn out hole. Dad stood up, pulled off the condom and tossed it in the small trash can. He pulled Carlos up and they kissed and giggled. "Fuck man I have needed that for years! You're are so good man!" he told dad. "You're incredible too guy!" Dad said. Arm in arm, they walked to the bathroom and I heard someone pissing. I licked my lips. Piss after cumming tastes so good (I wished I was drinking it from both of them). I heard the shower start and I quickly dressed in street clothes. I heard them laughing in their drunk way again and scrammed out of the apartment. I walked to the highway and back and figured I had killed enough time. Carlos hadn't exited yet, so I just went on inside after I got back. "Hey dad...you there?" I pretended. Carlos was sitting on the sofa drinking a Coke. He was dressed. Dad was in shorts and a t-shirt, but had no shoes on. Even if I really had been gone and just arrived, it was obvious that "something" had transpired. "Carlos, meet Max, my son." We shook hands. I grinned knowing my dad had just fucked this handsome man silly. "You look a lot like your dad...well except for the hair!" "Nice to meet you. You guys have fun tonight?" I joked. "Yeah we sure did!" dad said. Carlos' face glowed. He winked at dad and stood up. "I better get home. I have to work early tomorrow as usual. I really had fun man!" Dad walked him out. I went to the bedroom to undress. Then the condom in the empty trash can caught my eye. I immediately pulled it to my nose and inhaled. Stunk like ass on the outside. I licked the outside of it and then pulled the other end of it to my lips. I poured dad's cum into my mouth. It tasted like lube and cum. I heard the door again and dropped it back inside the can. "Dad did you two mess around or something?" I said as I elbowed him in the ribs. "Don't act like you don't know son. Somehow the closet door opened itself when we were in the shower. You got back when we were in the shower huh?" He wasn't mad at all. Maybe it was the alcohol that made him not yell at me. "Busted dad. And was it an awesome fuck? "I'll say!" he said. "Wait, how did you know what we did?" I bent over and pulled the dirty condom from the trash and huffed it. "Smells like a fucked ass to me dad!" He slapped me on my ass and kissed me on the forehead. "You smart ass!" - - - Sunday morning there was a knock at the door. I looked out of the window and saw a familiar old truck in the parking lot. I opened the door in a hurry. I pulled Blake in and hugged him hard. We didn't even speak for a couple of minutes...we kissed really hard and long. "Fuck man, I've missed you so bad. How are you?" "It's been a crazy time man...so crazy." He was about to start talking when dad came into the room. "Hey bud, you hangin' in there okay?" dad asked. Dad came over to Blake and gave him a quick man hug. "I was just about to tell Max all about it." "We'll I'm going out to fill the truck up and get it serviced at a garage south of town. Just a tune-up. I'll see you boys in a couple of hours." He and dad shook hands. Dad swiped my messy mohawk hair and walked out. "We had the funeral on Wednesday. I'm emotionally drained dude. Comforting my mom, helping her figure out all the business stuff, it is complicated. I'm sorry I didn't call. The funeral was weird. You wouldn't have liked it." I put my hand on his leg. He grabbed my hand. My dick grew in my shorts from just the hands touching. "Mom and I talked about everything. About dad...about me. About me and you." "So you came out to her. Wow. How did she take it?" "Mom claims she knew for a long time." I laughed. "Mom's always seem to." I felt weird knowing about his dad's experience with another dude. It wasn't the time to discuss it--maybe the story of his young dad should die along with his dad. "She's apologized for letting dad kick me out. It seemed that he was a tough man to live with for her too. He never hit her or anything, but mom told me the reason for him being so hard on me was that he was beat up a lot by his own dad. But you're going to surprised about something he did. I was in shock for a couple of days about it." "What's that?" "You know the land that is across the road from our farm and leads all the way to your buddies' place?" "Yeah, the old moonshiner's place." I said that before I realized we'd never talked about that. "Derek's dad told me that the land they live on was part of that huge property at one time," I explained. "Well, it turns out my dad bought like six and a half acres of it when I was a tyke. It's even paid for. Mom said he was going to farm it but decided to leave it as gift for me when I graduated high school. It was left to me in my dad's fucking last will and testament! Can you believe that shit? It's been willed to me!" "Holy fuck!" "I won't get it for a long time legally, but I could even move there now if I wanted to!" "Too bad there's no house there--yet!" I added. We talked for the next hour. He told me more about his farm that I didn't know before. That there were many more acres than what I saw beyond the hills past his house. His dad grew a lot of specialty crops that brought in a lot of money. His dad had been using their huge tractor at night and it overturned--squashed and killed him. His mom didn't find him until it was too late. "Mom wants me to move back in. Now I feel like I don't belong there." "Well I sure loved you being around here," I said. "I think it's because...well...I love you Blake!" I had really hoped for a reply of "I love you too" but he moved hard against me and push me down on the couch. We kissed intensely and I pulled his shirt off. I wiggled out of my shorts and his hand gripped my cock. "I really missed this!" I pushed a finger against his asshole and said, "And me this!" He was making me so horny. "I miss this cock in my butt!" he said. "Well it's here now!" He bent over and started sucking me. It felt so good to be next to him. I pulled on his shorts and got them off him while he blew me. I made him lift his leg over me so that we were in a sixty nine. I didn't suck his dick though...I pressed my nose into his crack. When he kissed me a few minutes before, he smelt shower fresh. Yet he obviously had taken a shit since then. There was a sticky residue in his hole and as usual he didn't wipe well (or at all!). Then he farted and blasted out a toxic stench. I inhaled it deeply and kissed the stinky hole. The stink was a mix of rotten eggs and messy shit. What could be better? "Now THIS is what I missed!" I told him. "It's all yours sexy!" I rammed my tongue as deep as I could up in his hole and it was met by the end of a soft log. I wasn't ready to eat it yet though. I sucked on his pucker for about ten or fifteen minutes while he licked all over my dick and balls. His middle finger dug around in my hole. It was empty but his finger-fucking felt great. I sucked on his sweet butthole until I had it swollen and puffed out from the intense suction. He constantly farted and each fart stunk more then the previous one. Each fart burned my nostrils but made me even hornier. I sucked until the ass ring was inside my lips and was staying open when my tounge pulled out. "I can't hold it anymore!" he begged. "Let it go baby, let it go!" I locked my mouth back on his ass and resealed my lips to create the suction I had before. His shit slowly moved out into my mouth. An inch moved outward and it was semi-soft. It's taste was a little rank but I loved the texture. I sucked to break the piece off and as I swallowed it whole, more came out. I sucked a small piece off again and mashed it against the roof of my mouth. My mouth was still connected to his ass. More oozed forward and I used my tongue to break it off. I swallowed hard and gulped the shit down. He groaned as more shit moved. Now the turd got wider and more solid. Keeping my lips on tightly, I used m front teeth to chew the shit up and soften it. I bit into a vegetable...corn or something...when it got to my back teeth. This process continued for a while and neither of us were watching the clock. Just then, the door opened and the room filled with light from outside. Blake tensed, but I held firmly on to his legs when he tried to move away. Dad chuckled and walked by quickly. He moved past us and went to the bedroom. I heard the door shut. I wasn't sure if he'd smelled any shit because none of it had been exposed to the air at all. I slapped Blake's ass as a signal to continue feeding me. "Oh my god...your dad busted us and said nothing!" he whispered. I shrugged and didn't care. I drilled my tongue in his hole to get that turd action moving again. A lump of delicious, mellow soft shit moved out and filled my mouth. I took my time slowly chewing and swallowing without breaking my seal. He grunted hard a few times and finally there was movement again. Now I was getting nuggets mixed with mushy shit. The combination of soft and chunky was neat. There were two different tastes. The mushy stuff tasted acrid and the nuggets a little bitter. After ten minutes more, he sat up and pulled off. "That's it lover boy! Ain't no more!" he said lowly. I pulled him to me and we kissed. I'd swallowed all shit but my gums, teeth, and tongue were coated with his waste. I was never sure how he would take it--but he went for it and sucked my tongue hard. Then he licked my teeth. Doing so smashed stray tiny pieces deeper between the gaps in my front teeth. My belly felt full. "You like the smell of our shit breath?" he asked. I nodded. He put his mouth over my nose and sucked on it. If I inhaled I could only breath his shitty breath. I breathed through my mouth and enjoyed getting my nose sucked on. He wiggled his smaller tongue into the nostril openings. He drooled spit into my nose. I snorted it inward so it could permeate my sinuses. Then the started licking all over my face. This drove me fucking crazy! I wondered how he knew all the things that pushed my buttons, but then I remembered that he confessed to watching the bro's and me have dirty sex through their window. I thought about how nasty this guy really was. I imagined him on his back getting fucked by his dog. I suddenly remembered my dad was just in the other room. That made me feel braver and I decided I wanted to fuck Blake right there without any discretion (like when we did it at night). His ass was reamed and wet from my rimming, so I just spit on my dick and pulled his cheeks apart. He was laying on his side and I lay over him humping. He raised his leg in the air and I pulled it to my chest. His foot rested against my head. I fucked him hard and he groaned softly. Not me! My cock felt so good with his hole wrapping around it and tightening on my up stroke. I moaned freely and sighed so that dad could hear it. "Oh man your ass feels so good!" I said loudly. He looked surprised but didn't stop me. I humped harder and harder. He was stroking like crazy. I pulled his foot to my face and sucked hard on the toes. I started cumming like crazy. My orgasm was incredibly intense. I fell on him as my waist bucked to eject the last squirts of jizz into his rectum. He was cumming after I fell onto him. He was on his back and I slid out of him. I pulled off and moved down to eat up all of his cum. He came a lot too. It was all over the place. I sucked his balls clean and then his pubes. He pushed his fingers into my mouth and I cleaned them off too. The best part was next. "Squat on my face and push your cum out!" I said that loud enough for dad to hear! He self consciously got up and stood over me and then lowered his cute butt on my face. He instantly farted and cum and shit splattered on my face. Some of it ran into my nose and I sniffed it in. I sucked hard on his worn out asshole and he finished depositing my cum into my mouth. We kissed again and then headed to the shower. - - - After the shower, we cooked some corn dogs in the oven. Dad came out to find us only in towels eating at the table. "Is the battlefield clear now?" "Yeah dad, we're done having sex." Blake's face turned a bright read. I winked at him. The corn dogs finished the task of filling my belly. Now it was full of a load of teenage boy shit and two corn dogs. I wondered what it would tasted like when it came out of me again! - - - Everything had simmered back down to "normal'. Football season was in full force, summer heat was tapering off and Autumn began. I never went to the bro's since my study session with Derek. Everyone had been so busy with work, football practice, and Blake was running the farm on his own. I was studying hard and considering my future more seriously. After a grueling exam one day, I decided to eat lunch outside and enjoy the cooler weather in a part of the school that was seldom ever inhabited. There was a tiny section outside of the principals's office with a small garden. It looked like it might rain before lunch was over, but the sun kept trying to peek through gaps in the huge clouds. It was slightly humid but felt nice to me. I ate my sandwich sitting on a giant rock and looked up at the clouds. Then I noticed Richard Saxon sitting on a bench in the courtyard. Very quietly, I sneaked up behind him and looked over his shoulder to see what he was drawing. He'd been new that year at our school and I'd met him on the first day of school. He was rather quiet, but bravely sat at our lunch table full of jocks, loudmouths, and us "weirdo's" with the strange hair. I could swear I saw a naked man on his sketchpad, but when my shadow passed over him he spazzed and covered it up. "Holy fuck man, you creeped up on me!" he laughed. "I never saw you out here before...or anyone else come to think of it." "Well, you're out here too." "Indeed bro!' I agreed. "What are you sketching--the trees?" He nervously closed up the pad and acted awkward. "Nah, just random shit." "Can I see?" "Well man, it's personal stuff." "Oh okay man." He stood up. "I better go eat before the bell rings!" he mumbled. A gust of wind blew hard over us and the pages of his pad fluttered. One loose page rose in the air and flew into the top of some bushes. I walked over to get it. "NO! I"ll get it!" he yelled. "Dude, you're not even tall enough!" I said calmly. "Just grab it and hand it to me!" he shouted. His face was red and he squinted up at me in his glasses. He looked pathetic and cute. I raised my long arm up and grabbed the page. It's torn perforated edge kept it from moving out of the twigs of the shrub. When I pulled it down, my eyes opened widely! It was a drawing in pencil of a toilet full of turds! This was too coincidental and unreal. "Well, when you said `random shit' you weren't lying were you?" I asked coyly. "Fuck man! It's extreme art. You wouldn't get it!" "I think I would more than you know. This here is a drawing of a pile of shit left by either Derek or Lee. Don't bullshit me dude." He looked scared. "Every dude at school knows they leave those huge piles in the toilet and never flush. No one is brave enough to bitch about them. But you've drawn them huh?" He grabbed it back from me with a shaking hand. He nodded. "Now I want you to totally be a man and honestly answer this question. You should know that I don't care at all. Are you turned on by this?" He swallowed hard stood up. I thought he was going to cry. I stood two inches from him. He was clearly intimated by me and my spiked up mohawk. "Well?" I snapped. "Yeah." I laughed for a long time. He only stared at me and still grasped that piece of paper with his life. "Sit!" I said. He plopped down in the bench. I sat down next to him. "Would you like to see it up close from the source?" "Fuck you man!" "Dude. I am risking the same as you right now. No one can hear us. I'm not going to beat you up. I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to. I'm gay man. I totally love men and I totally love shit too. This is why I can't believe that another guy in the school is like us." Quickly, I added, "I mean like me." His mouth was open. I sat there remembering in the past seeing him on the in a hallway sitting outside of that rarely used restroom where I'd messed around with the brothers before. He must have found their shit freshly laid more than once. They always shit big and NEVER flushed. That's how I discovered them. "Put that paper away before it blows off again." He quickly shoved it in his bag. "Follow me now to the bathroom in the back of the building. Don't follow too close. Sit by the pay phone when we get there and don't move til I come out! Oh, and bring me a can of Coke before you do that...cold and opened." I got up and walked out of the courtyard and into the hall. I went past the cafeteria and then into the back halls of the school. The usually musty museum smell was strong as usual. I went into the first stall and sat there with my pants down. I had no idea if he'd obey me. I farted and pushed and felt something trying to get out. Nothing budged on its own. So, I licked my middle finger and stood up. I dug in my ass and pulled out several nuggets. Then I popped them in my mouth. I pulled up my pants and zipped. I washed my hands. Then I simply went out to the hall. Sitting there alone, cute and scared, was Richard. I walked up to him and sat on the concrete bench. With my face three inches close to his, I opened my mouth and huffed out. His jaws dropped when he saw and smelled the shit in my mouth! Then I started chewing and smiled while I did it. I smacked loudly and then gulped hard. I held out my hand. He stared until he realized I wanted the Coke. I washed the shit down with the bubbling liquid and then used it to gargle. Then I burped in his face. "You believe me now?" "Oh god yes!" he stammered. "Well, do you want it in the flesh or you just wanna draw pictures of it and jack off over it?" "I want it for real!" "I"ll see what I can do Rich!" "Thank you!" I walked off with a devilish grin on my face. - - - I met up with the guys Friday night. Blake picked me up and drove us over. We started with the usual fooling around with tobacco and sniffing ass, farting, drinking piss. Then we played a funny game of "Guess who's shit". Everyone had to shit. Derek went and got an old food tray from the kitchen and brought it into the bedroom. We took turns taking a dump on the tray until it was full of four piles. The room smelled incredible. My mouth was watering for some of it before it got too cold. Lee ran and got a spoon and then we took turns blindfolding each other and randomly feeding each person a spoonful of shit. We each had to guess who's shit we were eating. Lee went first. He got them all correct! Just after Blake and I were done (not as successful with our guesses), Marty came into the room. He immediately pinched his nose for the smell but didn't act affected otherwise. When he realized what we were doing and with Derek sat there blind folded. He walked over to the tray and lifted up his leg. Out came a soft turd that plopped onto the tray. it was golden brown and had a piece of corn in it. When I fed Derek the spoons of shit, he guess correctly on each one like his nasty pig brother. But, on the last one, I dug the spoon into Marty's turd and shoved it into Derek's mouth. Marty was covering his mouth trying not to laugh. "Wait now, give me another bite of that one!" Derek said. His face had a dumb jock look on it under the blindfold. The blindfold was a twisted up bandana that had shit stains all over it. It was tight against his eyes. We started laughing as I scooped more shit up for him. "It tastes really good but it's not like you guys usually shit!" We started cracking up. Marty fled the room waving the smell from his nose. Derek pulled the blindfold off angrily. "You guys are fucking with me!" We all laughed more. He saw the curled up light brown shit on the plate which wasn't there before. "You put some dog shit on the plate huh?" he snapped at Lee. "This one wasn't here before!" Derek punched Lee hard in the arm. "What the fuck man!" Lee punched him back but in the gut. Then the two of them started wrestling. "Dudes, don't fight over this. Your fucking dad came in here and took a shit!" I laughed. "What?" Derek said. He went over to the shit and sniffed it. He wasn't convinced that his dad really had participated (Marty wasn't into shit like them). "Well, it smells like dog shit!" We all laughed. It seemed like a good time to bring up my proposal... - - - "I don't know man. Are you sure he can handle this stuff?" Lee cautioned. Lee replied, "You know, now that I think about it--I HAVE seen him around a lot in the background. You think that dude is stalking us?" I noticed the two of them didn't seem mad--but intrigued. "You guys have girls stalking you--and you don't notice a guy hovering around you all the time?" Blake said. "He is kind of cute. It's those glasses that make him look like a fuckin' nerd," Lee countered. "I think I've seen him outside of the locker room during halftime. I thought he was on the yearbook team or something. They take photos of the team walking around all the time." "So do you want me to invite him over or not?" I asked. Derek said, "Yeah, well we can try it. But I wanna see that turd drawing. I still feel you might be pulling a prank on us." "I'll see what I can do. But for now, I dare you to finish this tray of cold shit all by yourself!" I dared. "Fuck, this is for pussies!" he said. He unrolled the bandana and tied it around his neck to hang like a bib. He took the spoon and licked his lips. We sat there watching as he used one big hand to scoop up the turds, nuggets, and slop them into one pile. It was a wonderful bouquet of smells and shades of brown. I put my arm around Blake and kissed his neck. He stared with an expression of envy or disgust (I wasn't sure) as Derek began spooning chunks of shit into his mouth and chewed messily. I loved how he got smears of it on his lips and how his teeth turned brown. The smacking noises were sexy. The smell of his breath must have been awesome up close. His brother stopped him now and then to kiss him and get a taste of it. I was hungry for shit, but I wanted it fresh and warm. The cold stuff was hard to get down as it was thicker. He ate that shit like it was a god damn dinner and he was starving. Blake farted. I shoved my hand under his butt and forced my middle finger in there. He still had some left! I dug out three little nuggets in one move. I popped them in my mouth and sucked on them like candy. Blake kissed me and I passed one to him. We made out and he eventually pushed it back into my mouth and all three were half-dissolved by then. Derek let out a huge, disgusting burp. I could smell it from five feet away. Then he put the tray on the floor and started licking it totally clean. He was so good! There was no more shit left in anyone's bowels (that would readily come out or was in finger-digging reach) so we just fooled around and had sex. There was plenty of piss go go around from all four us at least. I got a sample from all three of them (I even sneaked to Marty's room for a belly-filling piss load). We fucked, sucked, ate ass, played with toys, and shot a couple of loads each. It was a perfect night. While we all fooled around, I noticed how often I returned to Blake and the brothers made out together as if they two were boyfriends like us. When not fighting, they were rather affectionate with each other. We showered well and Blake went home with me and slept there. Dad was out with Carlos but came in really late. I heard him humming to himself and went to kiss him goodnight. I was surprised to find no alcohol on his breath at all. "Dad, you're smitten with this man aren't you!" "Yeah, I think so. We're taking it one date at a time though. There's no rush." "I have to confess dad. I was home that night you two came home and fucked. I jumped in the closet...I'm terrible for lying. I'm really sorry." "You need to respect my privacy buddy. Like I do when you have your pals over. I know you're having sex when Blake stays over--I stay away until I know you're done." "Understood dad. But with that said, you fucked him good. And he was so into you! He totally is your bottom--you topped him really good!" "Where are you learning all this talk?" "It's common gay talk dad!" He laughed. I kissed him on the mouth. He hugged me and kissed me on the forehead. "Good night dad. I'm glad you had a good night." "Now you go have some fun." "Yes sir!" - - - The invitation was made after another lunch conversation with Richard in the cafeteria courtyard. I even got the requested drawing from him. He seemed more relaxed than before, but I think he was still suspecting this was a set-up for some bullying prank. I don't know why--I ate shit in front of him that other day. I guess he had reason to be suspicious. I told him we'd pick him up in town or have him follow us from there to the bro's place if he had a car. He said he could ride his ten speed bike to town and wait for us there. When Friday came, I was sure he'd chicken out. However, when Blake and I arrived near the our meet up location late in the evening (on the side of the hardware store where I worked), there he was sitting on the bike sweating. His shirt was soaked. I wondered how many miles he'd rode on the bike just to get there. Blake lifted the bike and put in the bed of the pick up. I let Rich get in first and then I scooted in and closed the door. Neither Blake nor I had shirts on. I thought Rich should do the same. "Take the shirt off dude!" He nervously complied. "Did you skip a shower like I said to?" "Yeah yeah, I haven't bathed since Thursday morning. I think some people at school today noticed I was a little funky. "Take your shorts off!" "WHAT?" "Do it dude. I thought you were serious about this" He unbuttoned the fly of his denim shorts. He sat up and pushed them to his feet. I grabbed them and shoved them behind the seat. "And stop looking at the passing cars. No one is going to question shirtless guys when it's warm outside." I complained. "He doesn't look too worried about it to me!" Blake said as he grabbed Rich's hard dick. It was uncut and a decent size for a short guy. He had a nice bush of brown curly hair. I admired the hair on his chest. I had told him not to shave his face either and the entire combination of scruff and body hair was really hot. He was right--I could smell body odor funk from his pits. It was probably nervous sweat, but I was impressed. When we drove into the wooded drive to access the clearing of the guys' house, Rich tensed up again. Blake drove onto the gravel slowly and parked in the dirt area next the house. Derek came out with his arms crossed. He was wearing a pair of skintight shorts that looked like they were about to tear if he moved too fast. His dick and balls were totally visible through the tight shiny material. There was a wet spot under the dick. I got out and Rich hesitantly followed. We walked beyond Derek silently. He glared hard at Rich. I was feeling sorry for him already. This boy was going to be put through the ringer! Inside, it stunk like body odor and stale tobacco smoke as usual. When we got seated on the couch, Lee appeared in a dirty jock strap with piss stains on it. Both him and Derek had on tube socks and tennis shoes. Someone had farted and it wafted to my nose. I felt my penis harden. "So man. Why don't you show us what you got!" Lee said. "Stand up and bend over!" Rich nervously did as asked. "Spread `em!" Derek commanded. Rich put his hands on his cheeks which had a very light fur on them. Again I was impressed by his hairiness for a seventeen year old guy. It was even better when he pried apart his cheeks and showed off a furry hole! Derek bent down on one knee and stuck his nose in there. "Mmmmm, you got a good ass stink going dude!" Lee bent down to get a whiff and form his own opinion. "Fuck that's nice!" Despite his timidity, Rich's penis started to swell again. When it was pointing at the ceiling, Lee roughly grabbed it and pulled the skin back. He sniffed hard at the cheese around the head. He stuck Rich's dick in his mouth and sucked the head clean. "Sit your ass down!" Now Rich sat on the couch. "So what's your experience with shit? Derek grilled. "Well, I uhh...I love it. I love yours!" "How do you know about my shit?" "Everyone knows when either of you have been to the toilet--you don't flush and you leave a huge load. It's always there at the same time every day and it's even sticking out of the water sometimes!" "So you faller around me and brother all the time like some girl?" "I ain't no fuckin' girl! And yeah I do!" The brothers smiled. This was really feeding their already big egos! "I know man, we've seen you sneaking around behind us. Watching what we do...rushing into the toilet right after we leave the bathroom!" I hadn't known they'd suspected him of this before. I wondered why they hadn't told me. "I think you two are so goddamn hot! You're gods to me! I jack off thinking about you two all the time. I can't believe I'm really here!" Both brothers smiled smugly. It was an arrogant look that made me want to punch them. "So what experience do you have...you just sniff it or you lick or what?" "I've played with my own shit since I was five. I can eat my own shit but it doesn't do anything for me. I've taken a piece of your shit out of the toilet and rinsed it off and sucked on it!" He blurted it out like he was confessing long built up secrets. "You have sex with anyone before?" I asked. "No." Blake rolled his eyes. "So you're a virgin?" he sighed. "Well no. I lied. I'm not supposed to tell anyone ever. I suck off Memo at school almost every other day!" "Who the fuck is Memo?" I asked. "That's the school janitor!" Blake said. "Oh, you mean Guillermo?" "Yeah." Everyone knew of Guillermo--was the school custodian. He was a stocky bear. He had a handsome face but was covered in tattoos that indicated a rough background. I swore I often saw him leering at the cheerleaders. I was shocked that he would let a dude blow him. Maybe he'd been to prison or something? He looked like a masculine fucker you didn't want to mess with. He had big arms, big gut, and a mean face. "Is that all you do for him?" Lee questioned. Rich looked down at the floor ashamed. "No, he fucks me when he wants in the back of the utility room!" "Do you like that?" I asked. "Hell yeah!" he said proudly. My respect was growing for this guy. In a short time at our school he'd found fellow shit lovers and had become the butch janitor's bitch. "Why don't you start by sucking each of us off!" Lee ordered. For the next hour, Rich was on his knees sucking our cocks. No one shot a load, but we keep edging and pulling him off. Next, we made him pull off our shoes and sweaty socks and he serviced our feet. He seemed to really love licking the lint and funk from between my toes. While he worked over Derek's feet, Lee stretched out and used Rich's bent over body as a foot stool. Blake and I kissed a lot as Rich did his thing. Lee lit a cigar and smoked. The room filled with smoke and made the stink even sexier. When a long bit of ash hung at the end of the cigar, Lee cleared his throat. "Open up!" he told Rich. Rich opened his mouth and Lee tapped the cigar. Unlit ash fell into his mouth and he closed it. I heard him gulp. "Good boy!" Derek said. Next, we all got naked and had him eat our dirty holes. I knew Blake's ass surely had dingleberries or shit flakes because he never wiped. The bro's asses were sure to be sweaty and ripe. Rich persevered and munched on one asshole after another. For me, I just lay back on the couch and pulled my legs up. He tongued my hole good and sucked on it. Blake got on the couch doggie style with his ass out for Rich to service. He blasted Rich with some noxious farts. Lee and Derek were rougher. They pushed him on the floor and sat on his face and forced out nasty farts. Not once did Rich protest or falter. His dick never went limp. I was hoping we had another real pig among us, but that was yet to be proven. So far it was just oral sex. After they took turns riding Rich's face, they pulled him on the bed between them. Then he was asked to work their sweaty dirty armpits over. Rich's face looked like he was in heaven as Lee gripped his head in a tight grip. Lee's biceps and triceps bulged as they squeeze their victim's head. I wasn't sure that Rich could breath like that but I heard him grunting and moaning as he sucked his captor's underarm. While he ate out Lee's pits, Derek took out some lube and poured it over his hand. He stuck his middle finger in Rich's hairy hole with no resistance. When he pulled it out, he pulled out some loose dark shit. Derek pulled Rich away from his brother and ran his shitty finger under Rich's nose making a shit mustache. Rich looked up him defiantly and licked his upper lip and sniffed hard. I had the urge to take a piss, so I walked over to Rich and pushed my semi-erect cock just an inch or two up his hole and let loose. It was a good sized piss load too. When I finished draining, I pulled my dick out and there was a smudge of shit on my head of my cock. I moved it under his nose and he sucked it clean. "Well, you obviously can handle your own turds, but now you get a real treat. I saw the drawing. You worshipped my shit so much you had to draw it! Now come see it up close dude!" Rich looked at Derek and licked his lips. Blake moved down to suck on my dick. I think he wasn't so into watching Rich submit as I was. In fact it was like were were watching a really nasty porn movie. At that point I wasn't caring if I participated--I just wanted to see Rich eat someone else's shit for the first time. It would either be a disaster or very awesome. Derek moved to the old beanbag chair and sat on the top of it with one foot up on the wall with his ass exposed. There was a lump in the chair below him. He patted on it and Rich lay down with his head on the lower lump. Derek farted a long and sputtering fart. It stank like a sewer! Rich jacked his cock. Lee pulled his hand off of it. "Rule 1 of eating shit when you're new. Don't cum until you're done eating. Don't ruin the mood!" I said. "Hell yeah!" Derek sighed. His eyes squinted and he grunted. After another long and loud fart, his hole opened up. It's stretched lips expanded like a feeding ruble as a nugget-pebbled head of a huge turd squeezed into the air. He grunted and another two inches of that hard turd meat pushed out and fell onto the floor with a heavy thud. Where it broke off, there was a wonderful cross-section of the same log. When he grunted again, softer shit bloomed out and the turd thinned some. It twisted a little as it pushed out with whistles and crackles. Then it stopped with five or six glorious inches just hanging there. "Come on man, give my turd head!" Rich looked up and licked the end of the shit log. Then he started bobbing upward and sucked on it. Lee rubbed Rich's chest and tweaked his nipples. The turd blow job went on for several minutes until it broke off in Rich's mouth. Lee grabbed it and held it under Rich's nose. "Now show me how hungry you are man. Take a bite--with your front teeth!" Rich looked at him defiantly and with his front teeth he bit the entire end of the turd off. Then he voraciously chewed it. It looked kind of dry to me but he didn't complain. After a few gulps and a cough, it was traveling to his belly. Rich smiled a cute smile and his teeth had chunks of shit between them. "Here comes some more!" his feeder said. Derek flexed the muscles in his legs and grunted. Soft fudge-like shit came out slowly in a long medium brown loaf. Now that was shit that I wanted for myself! I pulled Blake off my cock so I wouldn't cum yet. He stood up and I fingered his asshole. I felt mush up in there! I pulled out my fingers to find warm soft shit. I sucked my fingers clean as I watched the show. Without being told, Rich sucked a couple of inches of the softer shit in his mouth and bit the chunk off. He held the rest of the shit with his hand so it didn't pinch off yet. With his mouth full of shit, he chewed and brown spit drooled down his chin and dripped on his chest. Lee grabbed his head and kissed him hard. The two of them shit-kissed with extreme passion. Derek jerked his cock with legs spread with a brown tail hanging down. Rich reached up and ate more of the shit. I couldn't resist and got up to pull me a chunk of it off the main lobe. I shoved it in my mouth and my cheeks bulged. It was smooth as peanut butter and earthy tasting. It was perfect shit for eating. I spit some out onto my hand and jacked with it. I whispered to Blake to go to the kitchen and look for a pitcher. I saw my face in the reflection of the window. I matched the other three of them--we all had brown shit around our mouths like kids eating messy chocolate bars. By the time he returned, my mouthful of shit was swallowed and I wanted more. Rich, Derek, Lee and I feasted on the rest of the shit. Blake beat off furiously watching us. I knew he wasn't into shit as much as me but he enjoyed watching me do it. I loved him for that. Derek pushed out one more loose pile of mush and he was done. I grabbed a big handful of it and told Blake to bend over. I then packed his ass full of Derek's slop. Once it was packed in, I started fucking him. I looked over at the other 3 guys and Rich was busy worshiping their muscles. He was in pure bliss. I came in a few minutes and collapsed on Blake in a big shitty mess. It was all over my face, hands dick and balls, chest, etc. Where it dried on me it was starting to itch. "Rich, you have one last task here...bring your hairy ass over here." I noticed his glasses were off and he looked like another dude without them. I handed him the glass pitcher that Blake found in the kitchen. "Time for you to release that piss I filled you up with. I can see it leaking now! Squat over this man and let it go!" He sat over the clear glass pitcher and water urine sprayed out of hole. The first blast hit the side of the glass in the pitcher. Then it started pouring like a small shit and piss fountain. Chunks of mushy shit and piss filled half the container. I was surprised how much I had pissed inside him. The smell was unreal. It was rotten. "If you can take this, then you're part of the club!" He closed his eyes in concentration and picked it up. I thought he was going to chicken out at first, but he placed his mouth on the spout side of the giant pitcher and turned it upward. He started swallowing quickly and then choked. Some of it drained out of his mouth and down his chest. He tried again and began methodically swallowing like a pro. It was really too much liquid for anyone, I was surprised he could get that far. He was smaller than any of us. Just when two thirds of it was down he had to hand the pitcher off to Lee. He held his belly with his hand and covered his mouth. "Did you drink too much liquid man?" Lee asked. Rich could only nod. Just as he started to hurl Lee pressed his mouth to Rich's and swallowed whatever came up. Derek shouted, "Just relax man, let my bro take it!" I witnessed my first mouth to mouth vomit transfer. Rich finally stopped spasming. He held his hand on his mouth. "I'm okay now. I didn't loose too much though!" He coughed and hacked a few times. His eyes were watering and pissy snot ran out of his nose. The two brothers grabbed him from either side into a huge man hug. We stepped back while the bro's worked little Rich over. They were rewarding him for his feats. They licked all over his body and sucked his cock. Blake and I resumed fucking and making out. We moved to the dirty bean bag chair where he rode my cock. As I came I squeezed him so hard and closed my eyes. I felt cum shooting between us as he came with no hands. We collapsed and I saw an arc of sperm travel high in the air from Rich's dick. Then the bro's started cumming together on his face. All three of them looked like they were in heaven. - - - Introducing Rich to the bro's was the perfect way for me to exit out of their scene. I continued to date Blake until high school graduation. By then, the small cabin was built on his plot of land. I moved in with him and Carlos moved in with my father. Blake's mother agreed that he was the person who should run their farm as owner and manager--he was to inherit it after her death anyway some day. She knew about me and him--that were were lovers. While it wasn't part of her beliefs, she eventually warmed to being comfortable with it and even took a liking to me. Those sexy redneck brothers...I hear now that each of them got a college football scholarship. Rich visits their dorms often separately, but the last time I talked to Lee the three of them were still going strong as a shit loving team of pigs. Well, I have to go now. Blake is in the other room and is about to feed me "dinner"! The end... - - - Thank you all for the cool (and sometimes nasty and hot) comments while I was writing this story. Please donate to nifty.org to keep this site going!!