Date: Thu, 25 Feb 2016 21:04:21 -0600
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: REDNECK BROTHERS AND SHIT PART 3 (REVISED)

Redneck Brothers And Shit Pt 3

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Lee and Derek stood in the doorway of their dad's bedroom with angry
faces.  I was warm and snuggled up to their forty-year-old dad in
bed--he woke up and rubbed his eyes.

"You two shut the fuck up!"

They didn't dare backtalk him.  He spoke with rough authority.''

"We was just nappin'".

"Okay daddy."

The two of them looked down at their feet.  I tried to break up the
confrontation.

"I better get back home soon.  I never told my dad I was staying all
day--he'll probably be worried."

I thought to myself: If he was sober that is.

"Can you take a shit for us before you go?" Lee asked.

He winked at me sexily.  I couldn't refuse that hot big stud.

"Sure man!"

"Y'all go shit in the other room.  I don't want it all over my bed
again." Marty ordered.

"Dad, we said that would never happen again--it was an accident!"

I had no idea what they were talking about but the mention of shit on
a bed got me hard.  I followed the brothers to the room they shared.
I imagined how sexy their bed would look if it were covered with shit
prints.

"You gonna strip?" I asked.

They were still in their work uniforms.

"Naw, go ahead!"

I got on the bed on my hands and knees with my ass in the air.  With
my ass hanging over, I pushed in my gut and farted loudly.  Both of
them dropped to their knees and stuck their noses in my crack.  I
could feel their hot breaths on my hole.  I grunted as I pushed
outward.  Then I felt it moving.

Lee's mouth covered my asshole first.  I felt a small turd or two pop
out.  As another fart came, he pulled away and his brother's mouth
replaced his.  I pushed again and felt a mushy rope of shit twist out
of my butt.  Derek's seal wasn't tight and as his mouth filled I heard
squeaking and squishing sounds.  I knew I was done and pulled away.
Once on my feet, I saw them both chewing.

"Get dressed dude, we'll meet you out!"

With their mouths full and cheeks bulging, they grabbed their truck
keys and went outside.  Derek used his middle finger to squish shit
from his bottom lip into his mouth.  He licked his fingers.

I hurried to put my clothes on.  I just put my socks in my jacket
pocket with my boxers.  I slipped my boots on fast without tying them
up.  Outside, they stood in the cold air.  I saw Lee swallow hard.  He
said something to Derek and then Derek pushed a mushy mound out of his
mouth halfway.  Lee bit into the mass and chopped part of it off with
his front teeth and then sucked it into his mouth.  Derek's jaws were
less full and he slowly chewed.  Both of them had tents in the
crotches of their pants as they walked to their truck.

I was fucking hard watching all that.  I regretted asking to go home,
but I walked to the truck and got in.  Lee got in from the other side
and slid over.  Derek followed.   They started up the truck and drove
out.   The truck stank of my chewed up turds.

As we drove, they talked like it was normal to eat your buddy's shit
as you drove him home.  They mumbled like someone talking with food in
their mouth.  After a mile up the road, they both gulped and swallowed
hard.

"Fuck man, that was great shit!  You're the bomb man!"

"Thanks!" I said grinning.

"Can you fill this up as we drive?"

He handed me an empty Ozarka bottle from the dirty floorboard.   I
wasn't sure I could piss sitting up, but I managed to get it out and
start a stream in the cramped quarters.  The bumps caused me to squirt
onto the floor and my boots a few times.

"Here man!"

I handed him about 8 ounces of yellow piss.  It had a bit of foam on
top.  The two of them passed it back and forth to rinse their mouths.
I could still smell shit on their breaths.

After another ten minutes we were driving up to my apartments.  Just
then dad was getting out of his truck on a small side street that was
caddy corner to our apartment.  I opened the door to get out.  One of
them was about to say something when I spoke.

"That's my dad...wanna meet him?"

They looked at each other weirdly.

"We can next time dude...we gotta get back and do our homework.  Didn't
touch it all weekend."

Lee nodded and spoke after him.  They nodded at each other as if
reassuring each other about something.

"Yeah man."

"Well, okay.  I'll see you guys at school.  Don't worry...I'll be
discreet in the halls and stuff.  I hope we can meet up again soon
like this."

"Fuck yeah man," Lee said.  "We really dig you dude!"

I closed the door and walked away.  They quickly drove off.  Dad was
entering the apartment before I got to the door.

"Dad!" I called out.

He turned around and grinned.  He'd gotten a haircut.  He looked
really handsome.

"I was gonna get worried if you didn't show up soon!" he called out.

He waited at the door for me and put his arm around my neck as we
walked inside together.  He smelled of aftershave instead of liquor.

"You got a big date dad?" I teased.

"Naw, just cleaning up a little.  I've got a few days off.  Thought we
could go do something together."

"Sure!" I said.

We went inside and I took a badly needed shower.  Getting nasty with
the guys was fun, but I needed a hot shower to relax me.  Sometimes
getting clean just feels good.  Getting clean makes getting nasty even
more fun!

Later, we drove to the mall in the truck.  It was the only
transportation he had and didn't seem so huge when there wasn't a
trailer attached to it.   The truck was not for long haul trips--there
wasn't any living or sleeping space in it.  Still, the seat seemed
huge and roomy for me.  I enjoyed the view over everyone as we towered
over them.  I imagined how easy it would be to drive with pants on.

We finally got to the mall.  We saw a movie and then ate dinner at a
nice Italian place down the street.  It felt good to eat somewhere
classy for once.  The waitress flirted with dad and he winked back at
her with his pretty eyes.  I was kind of lusting over my dad watching
him do those "straight guy" macho things.

- - -

We stayed up late watching TV together.  Dad didn't drink any booze at
all that evening.  We sat on the sofa bed.  Since I'd been there I
never closed it up--It became my bed.  We laid back on it and watched
reruns until both of us fell asleep.  When I woke up the next morning,
dad was curled up in the sheet--I was curled up in the blanket.  His
body was kind of hunched up almost in a fetal position.  He mumbled
when my alarm went off but didn't move.  When I stood up he opened his
eyes wide.

"It's just my alarm dad...go back to sleep."

He nodded and closed his eyes.  I pulled the blanket off of me and
draped it over him.  I walked around the bed to where his back was to
me.  I thought about the night I ate his shit.  I imagined how hot it
would be if my dad was like Derek and Lee's...open to me being naked and
playing with shit.  Dad snored and straightened out a little under the
warmer covers.  He still lay in his side.

As my dick hardened, I pulled it out of my boxers and stroked it.  I
felt so horny.   As it grew to fullness, I boldly pulled off my
t-shirt and tossed it down the hall in front of the bathroom door.  I
jacked off slowly right behind dad as he dozed.  I couldn't control
myself and pulled off my socks and underwear.  Then I was totally
naked behind dad.  I walked up to just inches from his back and
started wankin' it  fast.  The rush was too much and I started spewing
everywhere.

As my orgasm wound down, I became too aware of my surroundings and
hauled ass to the bathroom.  On the way I grabbed my shirt and wiped
the cum on it.  I felt nervous for a few minutes.  In the shower, the
nearly scalding hot water soothed my body and I calmed down.  I washed
my hair slowly.

"Wow, I just came right behind my dad's back!" I thought to myself.

As I soaped my dick, it grew semi-hard.  I knew if I tried hard enough
I'd be able to cum again...but I didn't have time to spare.  I dried my
hair and gelled it up.  It wasn't as spiky as usual.  I looked at my
face in the mirror and wondered what I would look like after I grew
thicker whiskers.  I hoped for a goatee or beard some day.

School was the same as it had been before.  The classes at the new
school were more mundane than my former urban school.  There were
fewer "characters" in class and the teachers were stricter.  Or maybe
it was the newness of high school wearing off.  I couldn't tell.

One class I began to look forward to was PE.  I felt smart enough in
my other classes, but in this special athletics class I was
challenging my body instead of my mind.  Speaking of bodies...being in
the locker room and then exercising in a male only environment was
awesome.  I looked forward to the smell of the gym, the locker room,
and the sweaty guys.  It was easy to hang near or far from the
brothers without letting on we were "after school buddies".

Their overly macho redneck attitudes masked the fact they were into
cock and shit.  I caught myself gazing at them from a distance a few
times.  I talked to them no more or less then my other school buds,
but my mind couldn't forget how hot they looked eating shit naked.

It was the end of the week.  I was wondering if I'd get invited back
to hang with the guys and we were back in the locker room changing
after class.  I chatted with Lee and Derek at lunch about normal
stuff...but I couldn't find a completely private moment with them.

After gym class in the locker room I saw Derek pull off Lee's shirt
for him from behind.  It looked harmless...and wasn't a huge deal to
anyone because they were brothers.  I thought it was fucking erotic.
Yet I saw Blake looking at them hatefully.  I had wondered if he had
seen me gawking at them getting naked but he seemed in his own world.
That dude seemed to be kind of homophobic.

"You go to that concert dude?" I asked.

I was referring at the t-shirt he was pulling on.  It was one of my
favorite bands and I'd never had enough money to go see them live.  It
was a good conversation starter so I could look at him and see some of
the other class dudes naked behind him.

"Yeah, I went with my dad believe it or not! He loves them too!"

"Fuckin' cool!" I said

We made brief small talk and then I was done pulling on my shoes and
had no other excuse to linger.  Blake acted like he was going to say
something to me, but when I turned my head up to listen he stopped
talking.

"Have a good weekend man," I told him.

"I'll be working the whole time but I'll try!" he laughed.

I nodded and walked out.  I headed to through the door and into the
gym to reach the back door.  After walking outside, the cold and damp
chilly air surrounded me.  It wasn't windy or raining, but was humid
and really cold.  The air stood still as I began my walk up the road
and to the highway.  I didn't see the guys around anywhere.  I tried
to walk the same route I'd taken on the freezing day they rescued me,
but never encountered them.  I moved on and hurried my walk home.

I tried to jog but the damn backpack on me was full of heavy books
that bumped around.  I settled for a fast walk and after twenty
minutes I was walking into the apartment.  Dad wasn't home.  He'd
worked all week since his last day off--sometimes making two trips in a
row.

Dad drove freight back and forth from a huge warehouse center to
stores within a hundred mile radius.  He didn't unload the trucks but
he helped to load them with other warehouse guys.  So in a way he had
2 jobs.  The most he did was drive a forklift, but all that running
around and steady movement in almost a twenty-four hour period left
him drained when doing double shift.  He was definitely a hard worker.

I was asleep on the sofa bed as usual when he came in at 2am.  I heard
him pop a can open, but when I sat up and looked toward the kitchen
table; I saw he was opening a coke instead of a beer.  I was relieved.
He had a fast food bag and was eating something from it.  I smelled
French Fries so it was likely a burger.

"Hey dad...you must be tired as hell!" I yawned.

"Yeah buddy, I'm gonna hit the sack the minute I finish eating."

"Get some rest," I told him

I had the TV on and laid on my side watching it.  I heard dad
crumbling the bag as he stuffed it in the small kitchen trashcan.  He
came and sat next to me on the bed as he pulled off his work shoes.  I
was close enough to smell that wet foot and leather smell that
emanated from them after his feet came out of them.   It was a sexy
smell.  I was in boxers but my blanket covered them.  My dick shifted
as it hardened a little.  I thought about beating off naked next to
him the other night.  I wanted to try it again.

Tired, he fell back on the bed beside me.

"I'm just gonna lay here for a minute and rest before I get up," he sighed.

He lay on the bed with his short-sleeved uniform shirt unbuttoned and
open.   His wife beater undershirt was exposed.  Shadows formed where
there were small holes in the fabric.

"No worries dad...just sack out here.  There's plenty of room."

He grinned and chuckled.

"Yeah but I'll be the one hogging the covers this time."

"We can keep each other warm," said.

I regretted saying that immediately.  It sounded so stupid.

"I got more blankets in that closet over there!"

I stood up and walked to it.  I opened it and pulled out an old quilt
that my grandma had made.  I hadn't seen it since I was a kid.

"You know mom looked everywhere for this!" I said.

"Yeah, well tough shit!" he said.

I burst out laughing.  Dad looked startled at first from my outburst
and then started laughing with me.  I opened the quilt and fanned it
into the air.  I let it fall over the bed over dad's head.

"Okay that's good.  Don't wake me til' the morning."

I slid back under all the covers and then pulled the end off his face.

"How was school?"

I started answering his question and then I heard snoring midway
through it.  I stopped talking and just smiled at him.  I'd rather him
fall asleep from being dead tired than from being dead drunk.  I
reached out and put my hand on his shoulder.  He was still dressed.

"Good night dad," I said to the sleeping man.

- - -

I woke the next morning when I heard him getting back in the bed. He'd
gotten up and stripped to his underclothes and was getting back under
the covers.  I rolled over.

"Good morning dad...you getting up?"

"I just got paged.  I'm driving later this evening instead of this
morning.  What a break!"

"Oh good!"

"You can turn on the TV if you're staying up," he said. "It won't bother me."

"Cool."

I flicked on the TV with the remote.  I had it on some news show and
they were discussing politics.  A run through all channels found
nothing worth watching.

"Nothing on huh?" he said.

"Naw,"

I teased him about falling asleep after asking me about my day.  I
ended up telling him how the entire week of school went.  He was
starting to wake up more instead of going back to sleep.  Our
conversation topic changed to what I was going to do all day.

"I guess sit on my ass dad...there's nothing to do."

"Maybe you need a girlfriend," he joked.

"What about you dad?  Don't you ever date?"

"Naw, too tired when not working."

"Well you must get lonely...don't you ever get laid?"

His eyes opened big.

"I get some action now and then...why you asking?"

He looked amused and on the verge of chuckling.

"I just worry about you doing nothing but working, sleeping, drinking
and repeating...all the time".

"Well, I supposed I do drink a bit.  I just need to crash when I get
back son...well to be honest, I get depressed.  It's a way to escape so
to speak."

My dad looked so handsome and vulnerable as he confessed this to me.
I felt good he was talking so adult with me.  I stretched out my arms
to yawn big.

"You been laid yet son?"

That startled me and I bumped the wall with my elbow and it was loud."

"Well...I uh.  I guess not really dad.  I mean well, I've messed around."

"With a guy or girl?"

"What?" I said exasperated.

"Well don't be offended, your mom saw you and the neighbor boy showing
your penises to each other a few times."

"Oh my god, I forgot about that.  I was like eight years old!"

"Yeah, she told me right away.  I told her not to hassle you about it.
I mean I did some stuff like that when I was a boy.  It's curiosity."

I didn't say anything.

"I've never heard you talk about girls.  Your mom's found pictures of
yours of naked men."

I wanted to slap that bitch.  I had those pics so hidden she must have
dug forever to find them.  I thought it was now or never...so I said it.

"Well, it was kind of not just curiosity dad...I'm gay."

He looked at me suspiciously then grinned...as if I was joking at first.
When I stayed serious, he spoke.

"I don't care son...I mean it's your own life."

I spoke up, "Dad, I've messed around with those guys last weekend.
Where I spent the night.  It was the first sex I ever had with anyone
beside my hand."

I couldn't believe I was being so gutsy, but I had to get it out.

"Son, I know my hand better than anyone.  And I guess that explains
you poppin' a squirt on the floor the other day."

I got so embarrassed and rolled over.

"I got up to piss when I heard you leave.  I stepped right into a
puddle of it.  Some one the carpet, some on the tile.  I touched it
and being a man I knew exactly what it was.  I thought it was kind of
funny."

I stayed turned over and then pulled the pillow over my head.  He
never brought up the fact that that I'd shot my load so close to where
he had been dozing.

"Oh my god dad, I feel like such a stupid fuck!"

He didn't given any impression that he'd heard or seen anything, but
the fact I'd been so stupid as to not wipe it up made me feel dumb.

"I should give you more privacy here.  You can have the bedroom if you
want it bud.  I can just come in here and sleep on this bed when I get
home.  That way I won't wake you up.

"Naw dad...you deserve the room.  It's your place."

Just then our phone rang.  I reached over to grab it.

"Hello," I said.

"Max there?"

"This is me fool."

It was Lee!

"I just hit redial on the living room phone.  I'm glad we didn't use
it all week.  You wanna come over today and fuck?"

My dick came to life again.

"Sure man...can you pick me up?

"Yeah."

"Ok, well come on over when my dad leaves.  I'm gonna hang with him
the rest of the day.  Yeah...6pm.  If I'm asleep again just come on
in...I'll ask dad to leave the door unlocked."

I chatted a couple of more minutes and then hung up.

"That was them again dad.  Okay if I spend the night again over there?"

"I guess.  Better than you being here alone all night and bored.  I
guess you'll really be busy tonight huh?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

It was great to be so casual about sex with my dad.

"Maxwell, did you say they were brothers?"

He only called me by my full name when mad or upset.  He seemed neither.

"Yeah dad...I know that's kind of trippy.  They're like the school's
biggest jocks and football studs.  Can you believe it?"

"So like you kids at school are all open about gay stuff now?"

"Oh no dad...well back in Dallas there were guys that were very obvious.
They didn't go around saying they were a big homo but everyone knew."

Dad lay back with his hands behind his head exposing the hair in his
armpits.  I got a hard on again.


"No dad, I don't think anyone thinks these dudes are gay.  They're big
and tough.  People are afraid of them actually.  I think they act like
dumb jocks...HOT dumb jocks."

"I doubt anyone would think you were gay...you act like a straight man."

There was something in the way dad said that was like he was bragging
about me...he even said it in a sort of sexy way.  I was cursing myself
for lusting over dad but he wasn't helping.  I wanted to scoot in next
to him and cuddle.  I wanted to feel his body next to me.  He looked
deeply into my eyes when he said that last line.

Then the phone rang again.  The caller ID showed mom's number.

"It's mom.  I'm not talking to her--that bitch."

"You sure son?  She's your mom..."

I gave dad a snide look with my eyebrows raised.

"Well okay then."

That was that.

- - -

The rest of the evening was spent with him and me napping.  He slept
on my bed.  I just lay back and watched TV and he slept on top of the
covers half the time.  When he got up to piss or grab some food, he'd
return and get back under the warm covers.  However, by the time he
got up again he'd have pushed the covers off again.

Each time the covers were off, I looked over at his body.  At one
point, he snored and lay on his stomach with his head turned away from
me.  His right hand was up and tucked under the pillow.  His tight
shirt rode up in the back.  His briefs had moved and exposed an inch
of ass crack.  And there were those tasty looking armpits again.

Horny as fuck, I lay still and pulled out my penis.  I softly stroked
it and it grew hard and tight.  I quietly spit on my hand and massaged
my cock's head under the sheet.  I began to stroke slow and tightly as
quietly as I could and then he started to turn over.  I rolled the
opposite way and froze.  My dick stayed hard.  I decided to play it
cool and just hold off for later.  I thought I should save my cum for
the boys.

I stayed rolled over on my side and fell asleep that way.  I didn't
wake up again until dad's electronic alarm went off (he'd moved it
into the living room).  At some point he'd pulled the covers over both
of us and he was lying close enough for me to feel his breath on the
back of my neck.  It gave me chills.

I stayed in bed with my eyes clothes as he got up and headed to the
shower.  I pretended to be asleep.  I heard him come out some minutes
later and fix a bowl of cereal for his dinner.  I watched while
squinting my eyes in the dark living room as he sat at the small
dining table.

Shirtless and in his underwear, he stuck his hand in his underwear and
scratched his crotch.  He pulled his hand out and then to my surprise
rubbed his dick through his undies.  His hand moved in the briefs
again and after he pulled it out he sniffed his fingers!

I made some loud breathing sounds to appear I was sleeping.  He stared
over my way and rubbed his penis a few times.  I couldn't believe it.

After that, he got up and went to finish dressing.  Eventually he went
back to the bathroom.  I nearly dozed back to sleep when I heard the
front door closing.  I heard the toilet running.  I got up to piss and
found one of dad's turds floating around in the water.  On instinct, I
picked it up and then jiggled the flush handle to stop the water.  The
water sound began to slow down and then stopped.  I held his shit up
in the air and it glistened.  Immediately, I washed it off under warm
water of the sink.

The turd was long and slim.  It was semi solid.  While held in the air
it slowly bent on its own.  The color was light brown and it was
smooth all over with a tapered end.  I stuck the end of it my mouth
and sucked on it.  The flavor was different then the brothers' shit.
It had a slightly sweet taste like an artificial sweetener followed by
the familiar taste of shit.  Yet the shit was not bitter as the first
time I ate his crap.  As my teeth sunk into the tasty chunk, a hand
touched my shoulder.  I nearly shit my own pants.  I looked in the
mirror and saw Lee behind me.

I forgot I'd told him to come inside the unlocked door.  I was
relieved it wasn't dad coming back inside for something.  I'd have to
be more careful.

"You gonna share man?"

"It's my dad's turd dude...I just grabbed it from the toilet about a
minute after he shit it!"

He snatched it from my hand and stuck it in his mouth.  His big but
straight teeth chomped it like it was a Hershey Bar.  I was about to
speak when he pulled his face to mine.  We shit kissed for five or ten
minutes.  We passed the small chunk of shit back and forth.  When it
had dissolved, we each bit of opposite end of dad's shit until our
mouths met again.  A messier and filthier kissing session began.  Shit
drool dripped down my chin and up my nose.  When I pulled away he had
shit all over his mouth, nose, and chin.  He looked so fucking
gorgeous.

He swallowed everything in his mouth and I gulped mine down after.  He
proceeded to lick my face clean with his foul smelling brown tongue.
Eventually it was no longer brown but I could smell shit spit all over
me.

"I claim you as mine tonight dude.  Derek can have you next time."

I unzipped his sweatshirt and he had nothing under it.  His big arm
muscles were so beautiful.  I couldn't comprehend I had landed these
big lugs.  I think they thought they had snagged me but I felt just as
confident that I had them under my thumb.  As I pulled his sweat pants
to his feet, my nose crammed into his hairy crack.  A long and quiet
fart greeted me.  I was in heaven.