Date: Sat, 13 Feb 2016 04:37:12 -0600
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Redneck Brothers and Shit pt 2

Standing before us was a shorter, muscular man with a shaved head.  I
just sat there with my mouth gaping open.  I was sitting there with
shit on my face, hands, and in my teeth with two naked football jocks
as their dad burst in!   The shock caused me to swallow a chunk whole.

"We haven't eaten a whole load yet daddy!" Derek said.

Even Derek was still swallowing as he tried to speak to his father.  I
found it odd that a tough and big dude like Derek called his father
"daddy".  Maybe it was a "country boy" thing.

"Who's this fine young fucker on the floor?"

"That's Max...he's new at school.  He just moved here from the city."

The man was dressed in a green work uniform that said "Redmond AC
Service" over a pocket on his chest.  He kicked off heavy work shoes
unzipped the single coveralls he was wearing to expose a semi-smooth
barrel chest.  The rest of his cock was hidden under fabric but a
thick bush was visible.  He had a handsome face with a chin goatee--the
remainder of his lower face had a day's worth of dark stubble.  There
were a couple of small scars under his left cheekbone.

He reached out to shake my hand.  Each of my hands was shit-covered
but I reached out anyway.  His handshake was firm and he gripped for
several seconds.  When he let go he gave me a sly wink.  Then he
totally stepped out of his coveralls and was naked except for some
thick black socks that rode up muscular calves. Lee and Derek stood
behind me and one of them ran their fingers up my crack as their dad
spoke.

"Remember we were going to the steakhouse tonight?"

"Oh yeah dad...but can Max go?"

"Sorry guys...I don't have an dough!" I said embarrassed.

We all had shit in our mouths and hands and a normal conversation
ensued.  I was barely able to answer the question in my confusion.

"Oh we got that covered dude!" Lee said.

The two brothers looked at each other deviously with an almost
cross-eyed expression.  Their dad looked me up and down as he
scratched his balls.  It was odd how much shorter he was than the
brothers.  Their dad turned to leave the room before I could study the
rest of his body.  As he walked into the darkened hallway I could see
that his back was plastered with all kinds of tattoos.

We put our clothes back on after their dad disappeared.  In a couple
of minutes later, he returned wearing skintight jeans (with a huge
cowboy belt and buckle) and tight t-shirt with a NASCAR insignia on
the front of it.  The man grabbed a coat and we all headed back out
into the cold.

Outside was a huge blue van--but we didn't take that.  We walked out to
a dilapidated garage that had no door where an old Chevy pickup was
parked.  It was weathered but not as beat up as the brothers' truck.

Their dad backed it out and we got in. It had a small back seat that I
slid into.  The boys crammed themselves into the front seat with their
dad.  Had there been no back seat I would never have fit up front with
those 3 studs--although I would have gladly rode on one of their laps.

It was so surreal.  There I was getting into a pickup to go eat with
those guys and their dad just minutes after being busted eating feces.
And their dad didn't even care!  I couldn't wait to find out more
about how this family scene existed.  I didn't speak in the truck
because their dad had a metal band CD blaring the entire time.  On the
seat next to me I saw a cracked CD cover of Black Sabbath.  I just
gazed over the seat and watched the road.

I hadn't even cleaned up after my shit eating experience.  I'd just
wiped my face on my sock before I put it back on.  I still smelled
shit under my nose...a smell that was likely to hang around until I
washed again.  Actually I didn't care--I loved it.  I got hard again as
we drove into town.  I relived the experience in my head as the truck
rolled over some railroad tracks.  I had just eaten shit with two
fucking hot football players!  I thought about all those goofy girls
at school that had no idea these two weren't into pussy at all.

I noticed Lee grinning at me in the rear view mirror and I nodded
back.  I noticed he nudged his bro in the ribs and I heard some raspy
laughing over the music.  They seemed like two country fucks that were
grinning because they just got laid.  Maybe I was perceived as some
kind of prize?  The thought amused me.  With the way they were acting,
I also got the feeling they knew something that I didn't know.

We drove down the bumpy country road and finally onto the interstate
highway.  Their dad was rambling to them about some experience he had
at work and I smelled farts.  Someone had laid a whopper but it was
too noisy to have actually heard it and no one cared or acted
differently.  These were my kind of men.

We drove up to a rough looking eatery that was in bad shape on the
outside.  "Rosa's Steaks" was flashing on a tacky green neon sign.
The wooden exterior had painted slats that were peeling to expose
other layers of ancient paint.  Despite the bad appearance, the
parking lot was full.  We got out of the truck and their dad locked
it.  I followed them inside.

As we entered, I smelled mingling odors of ketchup, grill smoke,
cigarettes, steak sauce, and French fries.  An old lady with dyed red
hair and large drooping breasts came to seat us.

"Hello Marty!"

"Hey babe!"

"You got four tonight?"

"Yes'm!"

We followed her to a huge curved booth where she handed us four menus.

"What 'chall wanna drank?"

"A Michelob, two Cokes, and what you want son?"

Their dad was looking at me.

"Coke is good," I stammered.

"Okay, I'll be back with those in a bit!"

She winked at their dad and was gone.

- - -

The meal began as if nothing weird had happened.  Their dad introduced
himself and told me about his air conditioning repair business.  Lee
and Derek just stuffed their faces with an occasional grunt.  Whenever
they spoke, they spoke with their mouth open.  Lee burped a lot.
Derek sneezed while eating and aimed it toward his sleeve.  Chunks of
food flew out onto his flannel shirt.  His brother noticed and pulled
the piece off and popped it into his mouth.  A chunky booger was stuck
in his nose after it was over.  I wondered if they ate their snot too.
I didn't doubt it.  He wiped his nose with his lower sleeve and the
lump in his nostril was gone.

Marty ordered us an apple pie for dessert.  I could barely eat another
bite.  Still, I managed to get two pieces down.  The brothers ate a
few pieces each with ease.  Their dad ate his fair share but didn't
eat anywhere near the volume that they did.  There was a piece left
that no one was touching.

"Come one Max, eat it!"

"I can't man...I'm about to burst."

"Pussy...bet you can't do it if you tried!" Derek said.

His brother chimed in, "Yeah...you're weak!"

I wasn't about to be called weak by these two.  I grabbed the pie and
shoved it in my mouth.  I crammed it in and chewed up as much as I
could...I was mostly just gulping it.  I proved I could take it and it
was gone in twenty seconds.  It felt like it was going down slow....too
slowly.  I drank the rest of my coke that had mixed with melted ice
and tasted watered down.  I burped and felt better.

One the way back, it seemed Marty drove over every fucking bump harder
than needed.  He barely slowed down over the railroad tracks.  I
wasn't feeling so good by the time we got out.  I'd eaten so much that
my stomach felt sore as it poked out.  My skinny ass had never eaten
so much in a single sitting.

When we got back inside, the guys stripped right away.  Their dad
disappeared into a bedroom.  I sat there on the couch rubbing my
belly.

"What's wrong dude?  You should get comfortable!"

I slowly pulled off my jacket and shirt.  I sluggishly pulled off my
shoes.  Bending over to do so made me feel so bloated.  When I
unbuttoned the waist of my jeans I felt a little relief.

"Fuck, I've never eaten so much before.  I'm so stuffed I feel
miserable now." I complained.

"Here, I'll help soothe your belly buddy!"

Lee motioned for me to come over.  I thought a belly rub was being
offered or something.

"Stand right there!"

He stood behind me and rubbed my smooth back for a minute.  It felt
really nice.  I thought maybe a massage was in store.  Then with no
warning he grabbed me around the waist and squeezed my stomach so hard
that it felt like a punch in the gut.  He squeezed my guts like he was
doing a Heimlich maneuver.

I felt like the breath was knocked out of me and at first I huffed.
Then I began to vomit into the air.  Derek rushed in front of me to
hold me up.  Lee scooted in behind me and together the held me up.  I
held onto Derek's shoulders as I hurled all over his chest.  It was a
group hug with me in the center upchucking my brains out.

It wasn't a light vomiting either...everything I ate was making an
appearance.  There was even a large piece of un-chewed shit that
landed into his hands.  Derek caught as many big chunks as he could.
The rest of the nasty liquid dripped down his belly and into his
pubes.  When I finished, I was shaking so much I could barely stand.
Lee carried me to their bedroom over his shoulder.  I gagged some more
as I hung over his rock hard shoulder.  More stomach liquids and
filthy drool drained down his back and into his crack as he walked.
My eyes felt strained after all that.  I closed them and burped.

He let me down softly on his bed.  Derek was just behind us.  I
figured two nasty fucks like them would have filthy rooms, but the
room was rather spartan.  My vomit rubbed off my face onto a clean
pillowcase.  Lee bent over to kiss me passionately.  My eyes were
watering but I could see behind him.  Derek stood there eating chunks
of my vomit.

"Here bro!"

Lee stopped kissing me and accepted his brother's nasty fingers.  Lee
sucked the slime and remaining chunks from Derek's palms.  Next, he
began licking vomit off his brother's stomach and pubic hair.  Both of
them had full erections.  Derek moved over and shoved his cock my way.
Before it went into my mouth I licked a glob of precum off the tip.
As he began to slowly fuck my face, I smelled the rank and pungent
odor of my regurgitation in his bush.   My stomach still gurgled and
churned, but it felt better with the pressure of the food gone.

My nose burned from the stomach acid and my neck was sore...so why was I
still so fucking horny?  My sick mind was still turned on.  I wasn't
able to determine if my induced barfing had been staged by them or was
squeezing my stomach just an impulsive act.  It was hard to tell...but I
didn't care.  The thought of these two fuckers planning to fill me up
and then make me feed them my vomit was a sexy idea I would have
fantasized about while jacking off anyway--so I stopped worrying
whether they plotted or not and tried to relax.

"Here, I saved you the prize dude!"

Lee held up that piece of undigested shit from our first adventure of
the evening before their dad came home.  He held it under my nose.  It
smelled fucking disgusting.  I pulled Derek's dick from my mouth and I
stuck out my tongue to accept.

"Now chew," Derek said sexily as he nibbled on my ear.

The turd was cold but I chewed it up quickly.  I gulped and stuck out
my tongue to show them both that I finished it.  He slid his dick in
my mouth again.

"You never know bud, you might be eating that piece of shit again!" he told me.

Imagining a piece of food that had been twice eaten and vomited once
was a wild thought.

"We think your so fuckin' hot," Lee said shyly.  "Bubba, help him
flush that shit down!"

Derek pushed his dick in further and strong stream of piss hit my
tonsils.  I raced to keep up with the flow and he filled my belly
again with another liquid.  His piss was warm and soothing to my
throat and had a mild salty taste.

After the piss flow stopped, he squatted down and kissed me gently.
His lips sucked my top and bottom lips one at a time before the tongue
slid in.  It was the first time I'd seen either of them act so gentle.
As I smooched with Derek, Lee got on his knees and gave me head.  I
wasn't going to hold off.  I rubbed his coarse short hair with my
shaky hands and humped his mouth.  Derek licked the back of my neck as
I leaned into his beefy chest.  His left hand reached up and squeezed
the hell out of my nipple.  As he twisted it hard it was painful...but
the combination of the pain mixed with the great blowjob made me start
shooting my jizz.

"Uggggggghhh," I groaned.

I pumped a good load of sperm into his mouth and he gulped it down.
After I came he kept sucking and milked me dry.  He could have let up
as I was squirming by then...but I said nothing.  Finally, he let up and
grinned a big and toothy smile.

"Nice dude!"

I smelled like shit and vomit.  My body was sticky.  I was going to
ask to take a shower but Lee stood up.  He pushed me own to the smooth
wood floor roughly and pressed his penis into my lips.  I wrapped my
lips around the head and sucked his dick amateurishly.  He winced as
my teeth grazed his skin.  He told me to cover my teeth with my lips
and I continued to suck.  This went on for about five minutes.

I played with his huge swinging balls while I sucked. I looked up and
the brothers were kissing over me.  The other one's dick bounced on
the back of my head.  I reached out to jack it.

I heard him spit onto his cock so I rubbed the saliva up and down the
shaft.  I began to alternate sucking and jacking with the two of them.
I was a lucky guy to be sucking two cocks at once.  My own dick was
pulsating with a new erection that pointed to the ceiling.

"Call your dad and tell him yer' spending the night...well if you want
to," Derek said.

"Uh-huh," I mumbled with a mouth full of dick.

Derek started to cum after another ten minutes.  I jacked and sucked
him while jacking Lee.  Delicious jizz filled my mouth.  I was
ecstatic...it was wonderful.  I let it all fill my mouth instead of
swallowing.  I heard his brother moaning.  I turned to the other cock
and sucked it hard.  My free hand was milking the last cum from Derek.
Lee's dick came out of my mouth but I jacked it furiously.  His jizz
splattered all over my chin and on my neck.  I managed to get my mouth
back over it and captured the last squirt.

I lay there spent with cum on my face.  The two of them helped me to
my feet and we group-kissed.  The two of them ate all the cum off my
face.  I still had cum left in my mouth, so I spit it onto their
mouths.  Each of them rotated tongues over their lips to savor it.  I
finally remembered I needed to call home.

"Can I use the phone guys?"

I worried about dad being alone drunk...but horniness won over.  I
wasn't gonna turn down a chance to bed with these studs.

I called and left a message on the answering machine and said where I
was.  I spoke out their phone number for dad as Lee whispered it to
me.  I finished the message and hung up.  When I turned around both of
them was sitting on the couch beating their meat.  Horny pigs!  Their
dad was still in another room.

"So how's your dad allowing all this? Not all dad's walk in and find
their son's eating shit with each other...and he made no big deal about
it!"

They kept playing with their cocks, but one of them spoke.  I sat on
the carpet in front of them with my legs crossed.  The heater came on
and warmed my chilled, naked skin.

"Mom was kind of a slut...she married dad after he knocked her up.  She
was a stripper ho that pole danced in a titty bar.  They got married
and a month after I was born she got pregnant again!"

I raised my eyebrows and smiled.  Lee's huge bare foot slid against
his brother's foot and the smiled devilishly at each other.  Both
slowly stroked their meat.

"Dad was naked all the time we was growing up.  Mom used to yell at
him to put on clothes.  When we were little we took off our clothes
all the time like daddy.  Mom would yell at us to put on clothes but
dad would just laugh and scratch his balls.

Daddy used to fuck mom all over the house...in front of us--he didn't
care.  He'd start by fingering her pussy up her skirt or nightie.
He'd fuck her fast wherever they were in the house.  After it was over
mom would yell at him.  Eventually she stopped messing around with him
and he would jack off in front of us to make her mad.

Dad was nasty too...instead of getting up during football he pissed in
his beer bottle.  He used to dare us to drink it and we did.  It was
funny as kids.  He'd piss in bottles and glasses and left the laying
around.  Drove mom nuts!

When mom stopped suckin' his dick he had me and bubba here do it.  Dad
said we sucked at suckin...told me I should go practice on Dingo, our
Doberman.  Fuck, I believed him and got Dingo all riled up by pinning
him down and sticking his dirty dog dick in my mouth.  I still got the
dog hard and made him cum in my mouth!  I showed dad and said forget
the dog and to practice on each other...and we did.

We loved it...it was so cool to watch that cum shoot out.  We had
contests to see who could make daddy shoot the most cum all week--each
time he shot in a jar!  The winner got to drink both jars at the end
of the week!"

I was jacking off hearing all this shocking shit.  I wondered at first
if they were bullshitting me.  Then the other brother started talking.

"Bro and me here would shit in our floor at night when it was too cold
to get up.  We thought it was cool and fun.  Mom refused to clean it
up...I mean, we usually picked it up and tossed it in the morning but
she found pieces we forgot and said it stunk.    Mom eventually got
madder and madder at all of us and just stormed out.  We never saw her
again.

After we realized we could cum too we jacked off almost twenty-four
hours a day.  That was when we started playing with our shit...jacking
off with it, eating it, you name it.  Dad never gave a damn.  He just
said don't make a mess and don't leave it laying around!"

"You're bullshitting me!" I said.

"They're telling the truth stud!" said their dad.

He'd sneaked in behind me and made me jump.

"They're leaving out a lot...but that's about the way it happened."

Marty stood their naked (except for the black socks) with a full
erection behind me.  He walked up to me and stroked my hair.  His big
rough hand caressed the cheek on the left side of my face.

"The question is why were YOU so turned on by my son's pile of shit at school?"

"Dad heard me and Dee talking about busting you checking out my
turds," Lee said.

The brothers looked at each other proudly like busting me had been a
great feat.  I rolled my eyes at the two perverts.

"From what I hear," I said, "You guys are known at school for taking
nasty big shits and leaving them for everyone else to have to flush.
"You could have come across anyone gawking at the pile before it was
flushed.  How would that have `outed me' as queer?"

"Dude, you had your eyes locked on us from day one!  In the showers,
in the hall, in class.  Hell, you was always bumping your leg into
ours."

I knew that part was bullshit.  They were coming on to ME at lunch!

"Well I don't give a fuck about what you all get into.  I'm
open-minded," Marty said.

"Yes sir, I can tell."

"No need for that `sir' crap."

"Noted," I replied to him and saluted with my hand.

"I just came out to tell y'all good night.  Don't stay up too late
guys and don't be late to work."

I was about to speak and tell them to take me home if I was gonna be
an inconvenience.  Derek read my mind.

"No problem buddy...we'll take you home in the morning."

"Cool," I said.

With that said, Marty disappeared again and the three of us went to
the other bedroom.  Unlike the other room, it was more lived in and
not as clean.  The bed was larger and unmade.  Sheets and blankets
were in a twisted mess.

"I get it...the other room is for appearances.  You two shack up in here
on a regular basis, huh?"

Lee grinned.

"You got it bud.  I fall asleep most nights with my cock up my
brother's hole or the other way around."

"I'd like to see that!"

"Well let us show you."

Lee climbed up on the bed and sat doggy style on his hands and knees.
Derek walked up behind him and sniffed his ass like a dog.  Some
intense ass eating followed that gesture.  They were making me so
fucking hard.  I slowly beat off with a spit-covered dick.

Derek then dug under their bed and rolled out a small can of Crisco.
He stuck his hand in messy goop and held it up to show me it was
covered.  He began shoving fingers at a time into Lee's butthole.
Lee's head rested on a pillow and his ass was in the air while on his
knees.  He moaned as Derek entered him.  I was amazed how loose Lee's
ass was...he was able to take four fingers up his ass after just minutes
of being probed by Derek.

I decided they were probably into fisting.  I mean they were into
everything else twisted, so it made sense.  Derek pressed his hand
deeper and tucked his thumb inward.  As predicted, his entire fist
squeezed up his brother's ass.  I nearly came at the sight of it.

"Fuck yeah dude!" I shouted.

Derek grinned mischievously.  His fist moved in and out and Lee's red
hole expanded to accommodate.  After a thrust, the fist disappeared
further to align his hole with his thick wrist.

"Come here man!" he said to me.

I crawled up close to the bed.  Derek slowly pulled his hand out and
it was covered in sludge.  He held it out for me to sample.  It didn't
smell too strong.  It looked like ass mucous and mushy shit.  Before I
could react, he smeared his hand across my face and down my chin.

"Fuck man!" I laughed.

Shit went into my nostril and on my lips.  I licked my mouth clean and
stuck my middle finger in my nose to cram the shit further up in
there.  My dick was pulsing hard.  Derek licked his fingers clean
before reinserting the hand back inside there. He fist fucked his
brother's rectum for almost half an hour.

Now and then he took the hand out to feed me small shit bits.  The
shit was mellow and very smooth.  I could still smell the shit that
was forced in my nose.  After a final push up Lee's ass, he took his
hand out and shit jacked me.  The Crisco and shit made excellent lube.
When I was about to tense up and cum, he stopped.

"Now look at this!"

He pointed at Lee's hole.

"Push it!" he said.

Lee looked back at us then closed his eyes as if in deep thought.
Before my eyes, his asshole expanded and turned into a huge rosebud.

"Oh my god!" I said.

I'd never seen a prolapsed hole.

"Does that hurt?"

"NO man, he loves it.  Watch me make out with it!"

Derek scooted up on to the bed and shoved his face under Lee's butt.
Lee sat up and grunted.  His rosebud pushed out and pressed over
Derek's mouth!  It was like a feeding tube lowered to his brother's
face.  I watched in awe.  Lee began to hump Derek's mouth as Derek
munched the greasy puffy orifice.

"You try it!"

I wasn't sure I wanted to at first.  Worried that I might get called a
pussy again, I moved down to the hole's level.  I licked and tasted
the red sloppy ass ring.  It was slick and soft to my lips.  I lapped
all over it before trying to stick my tongue in it.  While it was
totally covering my own mouth, I moved just a tad to adjust the
suction and a humongous fart ripped out of it.  The hot air went up my
nose and made my eyes burn.  I small stray nugget oozed out.  Derek
stuck his tongue out like a frog catching a fly and it was gone.

Derek pulled lee back to the edge of the bed and stuffed his dick up
the open ass.  He used his hand to squeeze the rosebud shut around the
root of his cock.  He fucked it furiously and closed his eyes.

"Oh fuck yeah!" he groaned.

Lee had an expression of insanity on his face.  He was in his own
world. He carried on for several minutes as a watched with my mouth
open.  The red guts bulging out kind of freaked me out.

"You try!"

I stood up nervously and shoved my dick into Lee's cunt.  It wasn't
very tight for me.  I was kind of disappointed.

"Stuff your balls in there too dude!"

I awkwardly tried to stuff my nut sack into Lee's ass.  Derek looked
impatient.  He moved my hand out of the way rudely and grabbed my
balls.  He shoved them against my dick and pushed forward.  His nimble
fingers pushed my nuts into the gaping asshole.  His forceful push
made my nuts cramp, but the pain was momentary fizzled away after his
hand was withdrawn.

"Now fuck him!"

I moved my hips back and forth.  His ass felt crammed full now and as
my nuts pulled tight as my dick slid outward.  My trapped balls acted
like a stopper at the edge of the swollen pucker.  Derek watched as I
fucked and enjoyed it.  It felt good, but not really tight enough
still.  Derek reached into my ass with his middle finger and dug hard.
He didn't use much lube.  He pulled it out and shoved it in my mouth.
My tongue tasted bitter mush on his finger. While I sucked him clean,
I started cumming.

My cumload was nearly nothing, but the orgasm was more intense than
before.  I pulled out and stroked the last drop out of my piss slit.
Derek bent over to taste my pearl of cum off the tip and then turned
to fuck his brother.  After another five minutes he was cumming inside
Lee.  When he pulled away, I saw sperm dripping from Lee's untouched
penis.  He'd cum hands free.

Derek and I bent down and licked up all the cum off Lee's dick.  A
fart and ripple in his rosebud indicated that our cum was about to
start oozing out of his engorged hole. We sipped it up from the little
creases and wrinkles of his prolapse as it sputtered like a cum
dispenser.

After that, I was spent.  Somehow, the three of us managed to cram
onto the bed with enough room so no one fell off.  The last thing I
heard was someone farting and the other snoring.

- - -

I woke to the quiet of Saturday morning.  If the guys had to get up
early I figured they must have been in the shower.  I dozed back to
sleep for a little bit and woke when I felt my bare ass being rubbed.
I slowly rolled over expecting to see one of those stud brothers.
Instead, it was their dad!

"You `shore got a lovely ass little buddy," he said.

I laughed and said, "I'm taller than you!"

"I know, but you're a skinny young thang."

Now I was seeing him up close naked for the first time.  He was pretty
hot for an older dude.

"How old are you if I may ask?"

He grinned and answered me.

"I'm forty...really old huh?

"Well not really...you're younger than my dad.  He's 42."

I stretched out on my back and yawned.  His big rough hand slid up my
stomach and massaged my chest.  The other hand played with my balls.

"You got a rebellious look about you with the hair and all," he said.

"You too kinda...all those awesome tattoos."

"You like `em?"

"Fuck yeah!"

He turned around to show me his ink laden back.  Over five or ten
minutes he proceeded to tell me about each one and it's significance.
I was engrossed in his descriptions and stories.  While he talked
about them and had his back to me his left hand had stroked my legs or
played with my feet.

"So if may ask...you obviously dig men.  So why did you get married or
get with a woman in the first place?"

He yawned and then laughed a good chuckle.

"Young man...when you're--well, your age--you don't make the smartest
decisions.  I was a horny and perverted teenager and sex was sex.  I
didn't care how I got off as long as I got off.  Companionship can
come from strange places when you're practically homeless and taking
drugs with alcohol.  Let's just say once I got into that marriage for
the worse reasons and under bad conditions...the only way to end it
was to be myself and run her off."

"Well you seem stable today...you got a house and your own business."

I felt stupid after I said that.

"Yeah, I'm a better man today.  But no one would understand our
lifestyle here...so I'd really hope you'd be discreet about all this."

"Oh yeah man...well I'm not out at school or anything.  I think no one
would ever accuse them of being gay...maybe just weird."

We both laughed at that.

"Come have some breakfast with me son."

I stretched and got out of bed.  The room smelled musty but the shit
smells had dissipated since the night before.  As I walked to the
kitchen with Marty he fondled my butt.  I enjoyed his attention.  My
dick grew as we walked.  He started down at my cock as we came to the
kitchen and stopped.

"Nice piece there!"

"Thanks, but I gotta say yours is impressive and it's not even hard!
And I love those balls!"

I'd never spoken so bold and sexual like that.  He walked behind me
again and tweaked my hole with his middle finger.

"Have a seat!"

I sat at a barstool and rubbed my eyes.  The clock said 945am on the
stove as he turned a burner on.  I concluded that the brothers must
have left hours ago.  Marty began to move around and started cracking
some eggs.  I smelled toast and heard pops from the microwave oven.
In twenty minutes, he had eggs, toast, and bacon done.

"Orange juice good...or is there something else you want to drink?" he teased.

"Juice for now...piss later!"

He pushed my food over to me and then served himself.  After we began
eating, he asked about me.  I told him the story of living with my mom
and having to move in with dad.

"Your dad seems like a hard worker.  Sounds like he needs to ease off
the liquor.  That stuff will consume you.  I'm not perfect, but I've
managed to stay off the drugs for years.  I know your dad can do it
when decided he wants to.  Maybe you being there will influence him."

It was cool to be having a deep, adult conversation with him.  As we
talked, I didn't feel there was such an age gap anymore.  I stared
into his pretty green eyes in that perfectly shaped shaved head.  I
couldn't help but admire the rest of him.  His pecs were kind of
downturned and not so firm anymore but his upper arms were really
nice.  When he raised his arm I could see perfect dark and curly pit
hair.  I loved hairy pits.

We finished eating and chatted a little more and then it was quiet.
He broke the silence.

"You ever use a pipe?"

"Naw...cigarettes most of the time.  I smoked my first cigar last night
with the guys.  I took a puff out of my grandpa's pipe before when he
wasn't looking once."

He chuckled.

"Pipes shouldn't really be associated with grandpa's.  All ages of men
love them."

"Well, they're kind of old school."

"Great tobaccos should be respected as much as high quality cigars.  Follow me."

We got up off the stools and left our empty plates behind.  I felt
good after eating, but my abdomen area felt sore from the vomiting the
night before.  I followed him watching his smooth round butt with a
little tuft of hair in the middle.  He had nice hairy legs but most of
his upper body was smooth except for the armpits.

We walked in the dark hallway into his darker bedroom. He turned on a
small orange lamp and opened a huge drawer in the table below it.

"Sit down."

I complied.  He took out several pipe boxes and then pulled out
several Ziploc bags and tins.

"Check them out...you can open them."

There were simple cardboard boxes for some...others had elaborate small
cases.   I took out the pipes and laid them on his bed.  He turned the
other lamp on.

Each pipe had different angle and size of bowl for the tobacco.  The
pipes were made of different materials and woods.  Each was like a
small piece of art with intricate details.  Then he singled out a few
the small tins and brought them over to me.  He looked them over with
deep consideration.  He selected one tin and put the rest back in the
drawer.

He chose the pipe with a wooden bowel connected to an onyx-like stone.
He grabbed an elaborate lighter from his jeans laying on a chair.  I
watched him load the tobacco.

"Now this Max, I won't even let my sons smoke.  They don't appreciate
fine pipes and tobaccos.  They enjoy the cigars yeah, but I think it's
all about being cool.  For some men cigars are like an extension of
their penis."

I sat there awed by his wisdom.  I was feeling very attracted to him...a
sexy daddy!

"Now sit up next to me."

He lit the pipe and a strong and rich fragrance filled the room.
Puffs of light smoke circled in the air by his face.

"Now this is Peterson's Irish Flake...it might kick your ass if you
don't take it slowly.  I want to you start with a small puff...hold...and
then let go like this."

He demonstrated it for me.

"Now you do it..."

I followed his example.  It wasn't until I blew it out I felt the
burn.  Despite the burn, the flavor was exotic to me.  The fragrance
of the pipe tobacco was so heady.  The bedroom quickly smelled of
nothing else.  We passed the pipe back several times.  At first, a
slight wave of nausea passed over me.  He noticed.

"Breathe in and out slowly.  I think you had enough for the first
time.  I think your dick likes the pipe!"

I hadn't noticed but the act of smoking the pipe and all of its
sensations had given me a full erection.

"If you're horny, maybe you can take care of this one!"

He lifted his dick up with his free hand.  I plopped down on the bed
on my stomach and started to suck his dick.  It didn't grow too long
but his meat swelled nicely with a big mushroom head on it.  He moved
back and leaned on the headboard and pillows, pipe in hand.  As I
sucked, several loud farts blurted out from below his nut sac.  The
farts smelled like the kind I fart I produced when I needed to take a
dump.

"You gotta shit?" I asked.

"Don't be so needy boy.  I do have to shit but I don't eat it like you
all.  I don't mind serving it and feeding my boys, but I'm not in the
mood to get messy.  If I keep holding it in, I'm going to be able to
fart endlessly.  And to me nothing smells better than farts, ass, and
pipe smoke mingling together.  It's like a sexual incense...you know?"

I pulled his dick out of my mouth and answered.

"I'm diggin' it!"

"Sweet.  You just keep on suckin' that cock.  I've had a long hard
week and I could use a long, good blow!"

He lit the pipe again and when I looked up his eyes were closed and
was in his own world.  My jaws ached, so I took a break and sucked on
his big balls.  I managed to cram both into my mouth and sucked.

"Chew on those balls buddy, that's right.  Swallow them.  Daddy loves
having his balls serviced. Oh fuck you're good!"

I concentrated hard on keeping his scrotum in my mouth and not letting
them pull out.  My jaws ached even more as I held the big balls there.
A really nasty fart boomed.  Then it was followed by another that was
just very hot air...I could feel its heat under my chin.

"Fuck those farts smell good huh?"

"Uh hmm" I mumbled.

"You ever go into a public bathroom boy and someone's smoking and
taking a shit?"

"Uh huh"

"They need to bottle that scent!"

His balls rolled out of my mouth.

"Yeah they do!"

"Come up here!"

I sat up and moved up to the head of the bed with him.  Our shoulders
touched.  He took a puff of his pipe and moved my face to his with the
other hand.  He blew smoke over my nose and then kissed me.  His
tongue slid into my mouth and I was in heaven.  I could taste the
strong tobacco on his tongue.

For the next two hours, he and I rolled all over his bed making out
and taking turns sucking each other.  Over and over we either sucked
or rimmed each other in a sixty-nine position.  His asshole was clean
and tasted like soap.  My was still filthy from the night before but
he didn't complain at all.

In our final moments of lust we sucked each other to climax.  My cum
had regenerated over the night and I gave him a full load.

His cum was thicker and tasted different than the guys did.  His load
was really big.  I wondered how many days he'd saved it up.
After we shot our loads, we curled up in the warm covers and napped.
I don't know how long we'd been in bed sleeping deeply before we hear
it.  We woke to the bedroom door being slammed open.

"What the fuck daddy?  He's ours!"

The two brothers stood there in their work uniforms.  Both looked
angry and Lee held up a fist!

To be continued...