Date: Sat, 5 Mar 2016 04:30:41 -0600
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Redneck Brothers And Shit part 4

Redneck Brothers And Shit Pt 4

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Lee's big hands cupped my butt cheeks as he spread them apart.  I sat
on his lap.  We'd just gotten back to his place and stripped.  A hot
make out session involving a turd of my dad's (pulled from the toilet)
had started this wild night.

As he pulled my as apart it induced several farts.  I knew I had to
shit but nothing was coming out.  A good rimming from Lee didn't seem
to loosen me up either (but it felt fine as hell).

"Fuck man, I want your shit!" he complained like a grumpy kid.

His childlike tantrum should have irritated me but I found it kind of
cute. While I hovered over his crotch facing him, I rubbed his belly.
Under his slightly curved belly I could feel strong abdominal muscles,
but his stomach wasn't flat at all.  I liked that he wasn't perfect.

I kissed him and rubbed my fingers over his short hair.  He kissed my
up my neck and stuck his tongue in my ear.  That drove me nuts.  His
tongue dove in deep as it could to lap at my earwax.  He sucked my
entire ear in his big mouth and I moaned.  As it slid out he bit my
ear.

"Ouch fucker!" I said.

I wasn't really mad and he knew it.

"Dude are you ever gonna shit''

I had an idea based on something I'd fantasized about during my dirty
minded jack off sessions.

"Why don't you loosen it up?  Stick your dick just inside my hole and
fill me up with your piss."

I didn't know if it would work, but it was an idea.  A piss enema
sounded sexy as fuck.

"Oh fuck yeah man!"

He grinned big at the suggestion. I got off him and spit liberally all
over his dick.  My ass was already slick after the rimming I'd
received earlier.  I sat on the head and it popped in quickly.  I felt
no pain, but that was until my knee slipped and I moved backward.  My
clumsiness made his dick shoot up my ass over an inch or so and it
hurt like a bitch.  I lifted off fast.

I didn't dare act like a pussy and complain.  I just straightened up
and sat softly on the head again.  My hole was clenched tight.  I held
my hand around it behind me to make sure there was no potential
leakage.  There was still some residual pain from the accidental
insertion but I bit my bottom lip and took it.

"Piss now!" I ordered.

I'd seen these guys piss like a fire hose a few times in the locker
room--I was expecting the same thing as I waited.  He tweaked his hard
nipples while I waited.  Our eyes looked deeply into each other's and
I felt warm trickling up my butt.  The trick turned into a spray and
felt warm liquid draining to my opening.  I had to hold tight to keep
it from leaking.

After he was done, he pulled out and rammed his middle finger in my
hole to cork it.

"Fuck you're gonna be full man...my piss is gonna gush!"

I could feel my insides gurgling as the piss oozed up into my colon.
I felt a pressure to shit building up.  He moved his finger and piss
dripped out.  His free foot kicked a small rug away from us and toward
the wall. We hovered over the old wooden floor.  I began to squirm.
He pumped his fingers deeper.

"I gotta go man!"

"I think you need to wait for that piss to really get in there man.
Your dick seems to like the feel of your guts churning."

I looked down and I was indeed hard as hell.  I felt a mix of
discomfort and pleasure that was hard to explain.  I could hear my
intestines rumble.

"So how do you want to do this'' I asked.

"I want you to turn around and let me drink and eat from your sweet
hole dude.  Your are so hot man...your punk ass attitude and sneer on
your face—I gotta fuck you soon!"

I turned around fast by lifting a leg over his arm and managed to keep
his finger plugged there.  I was standing up in front of him while he
sat in a chair. I bent over far and held on to the corner of a
dresser.

His finger came out and his mouth was on my anus instantly.  I farted
and my insides churned as piss squirted out of my hole and into his
mouth.  While the piss squirted, I felt nuggets randomly blocking the
piss until the pressure squeezed them into his mouth.  Each burst of a
nugget or two would bring welcomed relief to my flooded innards.

Feeling a little mischievous, I pushed hard to flood his mouth.  I
heard all kinds of nasty sputtering and gurgling in his mouth.  He
fought hard to keep his lips covered over my asshole and kept up with
the flow.  His hot piss had unleashed a torrent of constipated shit.
His seal stayed tight.  I felt like I was having the runs.  The shit
that was flowing at that point had to be almost liquid.

I was sure he had already swallowed lots of nuggets (of various sizes)
whole and not fully chewing the mush coming out.  I heard him
swallowing, gulping, and grunting.  A few times I heard him gasp and
choke.  I must have been pushing out shit that had been caught up in
there for days.  After a few minutes, it slowed down to just liquid.
He kept his mouth open at that point as I squirted the remnants into
his mouth.  I couldn't see anything but I sure smelled it and heard
it.  It almost smelled like diarrhea.  He was moaning in enjoyment.

My back was hurting, so I pulled away and stood up.  When I turned
around I saw a total shit mess before me.  Drips of shitty piss and
gooey shit ooze had dripped down his neck, chin, and pecs in many
shades of brown and yellow.  The light stubble on his upper lip had
dried bits of darker shit.  He smiled and between two teeth was a half
of a kernel of corn wedged there.

"I thought you had your mouth on it tight!"

"I did until the end man...then you sprayed in my mouth and all over me.
It's amazing!"

He looked at me with a smug look of pride.  And I was fucking sure I
couldn't have handled that nasty mess.  It was like "advanced scat"
instead of beginner.  He pulled me close to him and he smelled like a
sewer—the funk had a totally rancid smell that overwhelmed me.   I
flinched because it was too intense.  I stiffened as his rough hands
slid down the smooth skin of my lower back.

"Don't fight it...you know you want it man."

I felt my gag reflex about to trigger.

"Come on and chill man...let's just enjoy each `uther."

I closed my eyes to concentrate on not losing it.  I wanted to appear
tough to him, but as I was gripped in his strong arms my legs felt
shaky.  We kissed deeply.  His hands roamed all over me while I stayed
in his embrace.  The scent of fresh armpit sweat wafted from him.  He
held me protectively while my heartbeat fast.  I had to concentrate on
his kisses to avoid gagging.  Not that he would have minded if I
vomited...but I wasn't up for that trauma to my belly and throat that
comes with barfing.

His gentle kissing continued as he pulled me to the bed and then
pushed me backwards.  I fell on the bed on my back and he quickly
moved on top of me.  His near full weight pressed down on me allowing
just enough room for my lungs to breath.  He reached out with one arm
and rested his hairy sweat pit over my face.  The humid air trapped
under it was filled with his man scent.  My nostrils flared as I
inhaled it inward.  The freshly sweated pit stink was blocking out the
rancid piss and shit enema smells.

Fresh pit odor was already a scent I totally loved.  Instinctively I
began making out with his armpit.  I licked in wide swipes and then
sucked gently on the wet and curly hairs.  He moaned deeply.

"Oh fuck, that's so nice man.  Your mouth is perfect.  Don't stop!"

I obeyed and continued service his armpit.  After I had been at it for
nearly ten minutes my jaw ached but then he switched to his other
armpit.  The whole process started over.  Soon I was lost in it
forgetting where I was or what had gone on before until he pulled away
and I saw his handsome face with shit caked on it.  He smiled sexily.
There was still some shit in his teeth.

I'd gotten used to the smell and it didn't faze me so much anymore.  I
lay my head down on one of his beefy pecs.  I rubbed his round belly
with my available hand.  He wrapped a leg around both of my legs.

"So where is everybody?" I asked.

"Dad made Derek go help him on a long distance repair.  It some old
rich bag that pays dad a lot of money and she won't call anyone else.
He's known the old bag for years.  Dad takes one of us there any time
he goes so the old cougar will drool and pay extra money when it's
done.

I laughed at his story.  I wasn't sure I believed it.

"You're serious?  Your dad is pimpin' out your bro?"

"Yeah dude, dad will tell us to pull off our shirt if it's summertime
and bend over a lot.  In the winter we show a lot of ass crack when
fixing her heater."

"If she's rich why doesn't she buy a better heater or air conditioner
then?" I asked naïvely.

"Dad never finds anything wrong.  He just cleans up the parts and
inspects her AC and the works."

"So he likes turning women on too? Is he `bi'?"

"Dad might be...Derek and me don't give a fuck about tits and pussy."

"Well the girls at school go gaga for the two of you.  How do you guys
get away with avoiding all the females who get their pussy wet over
you?"

"I dunno.  We really just don't pay them any attention."

His expression looked confused like I was asking him to explain
something scientific.

"But surely people wonder why you have no girlfriends," I continued.

He just shrugged and looked bothered by the question.

"I mean what do you both talk about at parties or at practice...on the
bus after games?"

He thought about it for a bit.

"Well, wherever we are...we just talk about the game or sports.  I
dunno...guy stuff.   That's all we care about anyway."

"Yeah...guy stuff alright.  Dicks, ass, balls...that's the kind of `guy
stuff' you really care about."

He just smiled and shrugged again.  I scratched my ass and thighs.
Dried shit was causing me to itch badly.

"Let's go hose off in the shower so we can get dirty again later," I suggested.

"Sounds great to me man.  Then we can eat because I'm fucking hungry again."

I don't think I'll need to shit again dude."

"Naw man," he said. "I mean real food...not butt food.  I'll cook dinner for us."

He sat up in bed quickly and I fell to the side.  He pulled me up by
my arm and I stood next to him.  We walked with our arms around each
other's waist to the bathroom and he started the shower for us.  He
grabbed a washcloth from the shelf and tossed it at me.  I caught it
in the air and stepped past the shower door.

The shower space was barely big enough for the two of us.  We stood
chest to chest as we soaped one another up and kissed.  Our dicks got
hard in the process, but we didn't concentrate on another orgasm just
yet.  His perfect pectoral muscles were rounded with nipples on the
outer sides.  I grabbed each one in my hands and squeezed hard.  He
beamed at me like a kid.  I got hard again and soaped up his body.  He
obviously loved to be worshipped.

- - -

After we dried off, he turned the heater on a higher setting and we
went to the kitchen naked.  I sat next to the large and beaten up old
dining table and watched as he pulled stuff out of the fridge.  A
large package of chicken parts sat on the counter.  He turned the fire
on under a huge old black iron skillet.  He stuck his fingers into a
small metal container and scooped out some solidified cooking grease.
He dumped several scoops into the skillet and then licked the goop off
his fingers.

He moved the frying pan off the heat after the chunks of grease were
melted.  He filled a large pot with water and placed it on the burner
where the skillet had been.  He took out three large potatoes and
rinsed them off before he dumped them on the counter.  From a drawer
he pulled out a peeler.  In lightning speed he peeled those potatoes
and tossed them in the water that was now boiling.

He ripped off the plastic from the chicken and pulled the pieces onto
a plate.  He took flour, salt and pepper and poured it all into a big
paper bag.  The chicken was tossed in the bag and shaken lightly for a
minute.  The skillet was placed back on the stove to heat before the
chicken was dropped inside.  And so the cooking began...

- - -

In the end, he made fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, and
gravy (from the left over oil).  My mouth was watering the whole time.
He barely spoke to me while he cooked—he sang country songs that I
didn't know instead.  Now and then he stared over me and gave a
devilish grin.

"What are you grinning about?" I finally asked.

"You look so hot naked.  And I'm thinkin' how we might be eating this
chicken twice!"

That statement made my horny again.  As my penis grew I slowly jacked
it.  He watched me intently as he piled the food on two plates.  He
poured us two large glasses of cold milk.

"Get your ass up and get your food!" He said.

"Yes sir!"

I hopped up and got my food.  He'd placed a fork on the plate for me.
We sat down at the table and ate.  Immediately I was stunned at how
delicious the food was.  Our chairs were very close to each other on
the far side of the table.

"Dammit man...this is so delicious!"

He beamed as he stuffed his face.

"So you're not just a dumbass jock...you can cook too!"

He stopped chewing and gave me the most "go to hell" glare I could
receive.  I immediately felt stupid.

"I'm joking dude...seriously.  Don't get mad!"

He slowly started chewing again and then looked down at his plate.
I'd hit a sore spot.  He apparently didn't like "dumb jock" remarks.

"I've never had better fried chicken," I said.

It was the fucking truth.  He looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm not dumb."

He looked down again and chewed.

"This food is better than my grandma's!" I told him.

That was both true and a real feat.  My grandma was an ace cook.  In
Texas we didn't mock our grandmother's cooking.  He didn't say
anything but went back to his face stuffing.  I relaxed and finished
my food.  He got up and brought the entire pot filled with potatoes to
the table and ate the leftovers directly from it.  I really could have
used another helping but I dared not ask.  I looked up at the clock.
It was nearly midnight.  I hadn't realized so much time passed from
eating my dad's shit to this moment.  Our "dinner" was really late.

I looked down at my empty plate.  I saw he was still slowly eating out
of the potatoes.  I really wanted some more.  So, I got up and
casually slid onto his left knee.  My soft ass pressed down on his
thick upper leg.  I ran my hand down his muscled arm and slowly took
the spoon away.  I dug into the potatoes and shoved the big spoon into
my mouth.  My other hand stroked his flaccid penis.

I pressed my lips to his.  They were firmly closed at first...but when I
stuck out my tongue he obliged.  Still a little mad it seemed.  He
opened his mouth and I pressed my lips to it.  I slowly pushed the
potatoes into his mouth.  We began kissing.  I scooped again.  This
time I swallowed.  Another scoop.  Instead of shit kissing we were
mashed potato kissing.

This kind of play continued until I had my second helping and the
potatoes were gone.  After his last swallow, he burped a guttural long
burp into my face and nose.  It made my eyes water.  I closed my eyes
and inhaled.  My dick was fully erect.  I reached over and grabbed the
gravy bowel.

While still on his lap, I poured the gravy down his chest until it
reached his the top of his bush.  I rubbed it around on his pecs and
stomach.  I got down on my knees between his strong legs and proceeded
to eat up the spilled gravy.

It took a long time, but I managed to clean up his belly and chest.
Part of his bush was still sticky (mostly from my drool).  I took a
napkin off the table and wiped around his crotch.  He pushed me off
and stood up.  He pulled my hand and drew me out of the kitchen.  I
followed him to their bedroom.  He pulled off the soiled top sheet and
tossed it in a corner.  Within a minute, we were under the blankets
all cuddled up.

I wondered what his brother would say if he walked in on us.

"Your dad due back soon?"

"No, they're stayin' in a motel.  Dad hates driving at night.  An `old
man' thing I guess.

He ran his fingers through my hair.  He spooned me from behind with
his dick pressed in my crack.

"Your dad's not so old," I said.

He raised an eyebrow.  I didn't pursue that topic any further.   His
fingertips ran through my thick hair and made my scalp tingle.  I
changed the subject.

"You know I've never had sex before with anyone.   You guys are my first."

He kept stroking my head.

"Yeah, we could tell."

"You guys get laid before?"

He thought the answer over.

"You mean like sucking or fucking?"

"Anything..." I answered.
"There's been dudes now and then we messed around with.  But we never
got fucked by anyone else but dad."

It was silent in the dark for a moment.

"I tried to get my dog to fuck me before."

He said that last part so goofily that I had to burst out laughing.
Then he started laughing...but I know the comment had been true.

"But I did suck our collie off a couple of times.  People cum is much
better, believe me."

I got horny imagining him as a kid sucking his dog off.  What a crazy
and fucked up bunch these guys were.  But why did I love every bit of
it?  Maybe I was kind of fucked up too...

- - -

I woke with him wrapped around me.  I had to ram him in the ribs to
wake him.  I had to piss bad.

"Dude, you gonna let me up or are you gonna take it from the tap?  If
you don't do one of those I'm gonna piss your bed!"

I don't know why I asked.

He roughly pushed me over and pressed his head down onto my dick.  He
looked up straight into my eyes.

"Okay, gimme a second.  This position is weird."

It was hard to piss on my back...especially with a hard on.  He looked
up at me impatiently after I didn't piss immediately.

He pressed my guts with his big hand.  The pressure was the trigger I
needed to make the piss flow.  It was a slow dribble because I wasn't
standing.  Little by little, the flow got faster.  I stopped and
started, but I managed to slowly release the majority of it.  He
constantly swallowed.  It felt really good to piss with a mouth on my
dick.  My dick got harder and harder and then it was impossible to
drizzle out any more.

"I bet neither of you ever get out of bed to piss huh?"

"Nope," he said and burped.

"It felt great!"

I wondered how much piss these guys drank per week.

"Roll over," he told me.

I lay on my stomach and my head was on its side.  He scooted down
under the covers and spread my cheeks to eat.  I lay there sleepily.
His tongue-fuck was marvelous.  I managed to reward him with some
farts even though I had no urge to shit.  I wondered if he did.

"So you never been fucked huh?"

"No.  I have a virgin hole."

"Can I fuck you Max?"

He said that in such a tender and endearing way.  I caved.

"Fuck me."

He went back to sucking my ass hole.  I could feel his tongue prying
deeper as I moaned and farted.

"You're still empty in there!"

"Yeah, I just shit once a day normally." I replied.

"Be right back!"

He jumped out of bed and came back with the small container of used
shortening.  He opened it up and I smelled the odors of previously
cooked foods in the saved grease.  He shoved his fingers in it and
then slid them into my butt.  A few fingers were nothing—I played with
my own hole a lot when I jacked off.  When he forced four in there, I
winced.

"Ow...that hurts."

"Well it's gonna hurt the first time.  Or first few times."

That didn't help.  I wasn't looking forward to sharp ass pains.

He proceeded to finger fuck me.  I relaxed over the next thirty
minutes and the assplay felt like a really good hole massage.  Then he
jumped up with no warning and dug around in their closet.  He came out
with a large ugly blanket.

"Let me put this under you!"

I moved as he placed it on the bed and then I rolled back onto it.  It
didn't smell dirty but looked like hell.  There were strange stains
all over it.  Some were black like car oil, others were green and some
were brown.

"Get on your back and pull your knees and feet to your chest."

I slowly did that, but he told me to pull them them higher and
tighter.  In that position, my ass cheeks were open and my hole
exposed.  He grabbed more of the lard-like grease and lubed his cock
up.  He stood on the bed with his back to me.  He grabbed a pillow and
forced it under me to raise my butt way off the bed.  He backed up and
lied up his dick with my ass.  He pushed his dick downward to where it
was pointed to my ass.

He lowered his body slowly and poked his head into my hole.  It was no
worse than the fingers.  I was on my back, legs to my chest, as he
lowered down more.  He was going to fuck me facing away from me.  That
was strange.

I was lying at a slant with the pillow under my butt.  His penis
pushed in a few inches and I grunted from the pain.  I held hard onto
my legs that were gripped by my hands around the shins.

More cock went in and I didn't care if I sounded weak.  I yelled.

"Ahhhggh!"

"I'm all the way in now dude.  Why don't you play with your dick."?

He reached behind him and handed me the can.  I lubed up my dick and
stroked it.  I was only half hard.

"Fuck man you're so damn tight.  I can't believe it.  My bro's ass is so loose!"

He sounded boyish again in his delight.  I closed my eyes and took a
deep breath.  He began to fuck me.  I played with my dick and it
hardened.  His big ass hovered over me as he humped.  I wondered why
he chose such a crazy angle to fuck.  Why not doggie style or on my
back?  My question was soon answered.

PFFFFTTTTTTTT!

His ass exploded with a rumbling fart.  It smelled like shit.

"That's it!" I thought, "he was in that position to shit on me while
fucking my butt!"

I stayed hard on my own after that.  Pain had halfway subsided but it
was there.  He fucked me deeply and slowly.  Then his asshole pooched
out and the rounded end of a log peeped out.  It sucked back in before
coming out again.

He grunted while fucking me.   With each grunt, the log moved out an inch.

"Man it's hard to hold off.  I am so close!"

"Finish that shit!" I groaned.

"Okay."

He grunted and half of the log moved out.  I heard whistles and
crackling sounds as it moved outward.   With the turd hanging like a
large brown tail, he started cumming.

"Ohhhh...oohhhh man...ughhhhhhh!"

He humped hard to finish his orgasm and to pump me full of his jizz.
His long log swung back and forth. Then he pulled out of my asshole
with a loud pop noise.  I pulled the pillow away and stretched out as
he moved further backward.  He looked over his shoulder.

"Oh cool look at that!"

He was awed by his own work.  His dangling shit moved out another
couple of inches.  He moved so it was just over my nose as he
squatted.  He lowered it to my lips and I sucked on it.  Another few
inches came quickly and then it popped out and slammed onto my neck.
It was like a snake!

He farted hard and some soft shit was ejected onto my mouth and nose.
It was mushy like peanut butter.  He turned around to access his work.

"That's a great shit man!"

"I'll say!" I agreed.

I'd forgotten about my aching hole because I was shit hungry.  He sat
over my waist and shoved my dick up his ass.  It felt really good.
Having not been fisted like the time before, it wasn't stretched out.
He squeezed his butt cheeks together and made it tighter.

He rode me and fucked my mouth with the turd.  His other hand smeared
the soft shit all over my neck and chin.  The smell of the hot fresh
shit was so sexy.  It was nothing like the enema shit of my own.  I
really preferred the solid stuff.

"Bite into it buddy! Show me how you eat your breakfast!"

Those words sent chills over me.  I bit into the thick head of the
log.  I chewed it up and reveled in its shit flavor.  I swallowed.

"Stick out your tongue and prove you ate it!"

I obeyed.

"Good.  Eat some more!"

He snapped it in two and fed me from the bottom end.  It was kind of
bitter but smooth—there was still heat inside it.  Saliva started
drying up in my mouth as the shit soaked it up.

"Spit in my mouth dude!" I told him.

I opened up for him to spit two huge loogie's into my open mouth.  I
chewed and chewed and then swallowed.

Next, he fed me from the tapered end.  It was the most delicious part
of the turd.  It was very smooth and softer.  I pressed it against the
roof of my mouth and mashed it over and over.  I wanted a whole log of
that kind of shit.  The flavor was mild and nutty tasting.

He fed me the rest of that end and I started feeling full.  I opened
my mouth wide to signal for more spit.  I was rewarded with more.  He
took over jacking my cock and shoved the other half of the turd into
my mouth hard.  He pushed it in nearly choking me and furiously jacked
me off.  I started cumming with an incredible intensity.  He pulled
the shit out and his face came down and we shit-kissed.

My body convulsed as my orgasm peaked and he slowed down with jacking
me.  We kissed and shitty spit was stirred around with our tongues.
Before I could bask in my after glow, he turned me over.  With no
words, he scooted down to my butt and started sucking my ass hole.

"Feed me the cum!" was all he said.

I pushed and tried to fart but nothing happened.  I didn't care...I just
lay there happily.  I was running my tongue round my gums sucking up
leftover shit while he rimmed my ravaged hole.  In a few minutes, I
loosened up and farted.  He sucked the hole gently and continuously to
nurse the cum out.

"I got it all!" he said.

He got up and got me a wet towel to wipe my face off.   I lay there
tired and spent.  When he got on the bed next to me again, we curled
up on the dirty old blanket and he kissed the back of my neck.  I felt
so good and relaxed.  I thought I heard him whisper as I drifted to
sleep: "I think I love you..."

- - -

We woke up in the afternoon and he fucked me again.  It hurt again but
not with the intensity of before.  I got a blowjob and then we took me
home.

Dad was home sacked out on my bed.  My entrance didn't wake him up.
After I put my backpack down he still didn't stir.   He faced me but
his eyes were closed and he breathed deeply.  Quietly, I stripped in
front of him and then walked quietly down the hall to the bathroom.  I
took a long, hot shower.  Once I had dried off, I walked to dad's room
and slid into the covers naked.  I didn't want to wake him up so I
used his bed instead of mine.  I'd worry about underwear later if I
had to get up.

I woke up a few hours later.  I turned over and bumped into my dad!
He'd slipped into the bed with me!  My movement woke him up.

"Hey man...sorry to invade you here but the living room is cold!" he
mumbled.  "That bed is harder than I thought.  I don't know how you
take it."

He was under the covers instead of in his own blanket.  He sat up in
bed to stand up to go piss.  As he pulled the covers away from
himself, my waist was exposed.

"You're naked son!"

To be continued...