Date: Sat, 26 Mar 2016 11:08:52 -0500
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Redneck Brothers And Shit Pt 5

Redneck Brothers And Shit Pt 5

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My dad had pulled the covers back and realized I was naked!

"Uh yeah dad...I didn't know you were gonna come in here.  Sorry...hand me
some underwear."

"Max, who cares? Just stay comfortable.  I'm going back to sleep and I
don't care."

He stumbled to the bathroom and I heard a strong piss stream spraying
into the water.  I secretly wished that piss were going down my
throat.  I imagined dad asking me to take his piss so he didn't have
to get out of bed just like Lee had done.

There was some daylight shining though the cheap mini-blinds.  After
dad returned, he lay down and yawned.  As he did, his arms stretched
in the air and his smooth back looked great.  His underwear elastic
was just below his crack.  He rolled over and got in bed again.  I was
sitting up with the thin sheet covering my waist.

"You're filling out Max.  You're not so skinny like you used to be."

"Thanks dad."

I looked down at my lap with just the sheet over it.  I was tenting
the sheet!   I hadn't realized my hard on was so visible when dad got
back.  Listening to him piss had made me horny.  I didn't know what to
make of dad's comments about my body.  Was he checking me out or just
noticing my body changed since my early teens?

I pulled up the blanket and pushed it down.  I wondered if dad has
seen it when he got back.  He'd been so sleepy and went ride back to
sleep.  I had to conclude he'd paid no attention.  While I pondered
this, dad snored.  I stayed horny.

Thinking of the other morning when I jacked off naked behind his back,
I was inspired to do it again.  But this time, his back was not to me.
He rested on his back with his head only slightly laying to his right.
I was on dad's left.  Building up my courage, I first cleared my
throat a few times to distract him.  The snoring kept on and didn't
waiver.  So, I softly pulled the covers off me.  My hard dick lay on
my bush pointing to my face.  I slowly began to jack off.

I needed lube so I spit in my hand and quietly masturbated.  The
thrill of doing it in front of my dad without him knowing was so
intense that I was cumming after one minute of jacking.  I caught the
squirts of cum with my other hand.  Once I was done, felt panicky.  I
pulled up the covers and smeared the cum on the side of the mattress
after I rolled over on my side.  I was still hard.

I thought to myself how good it felt to be laying in bed naked with
him and he didn't even care.  I lay there fantasizing of many
scenarios.  My last thoughts before falling asleep involved waking up
with dad naked snuggling up to me with his clothes off too.

- - -

I woke up after I heard noise from the kitchen.  Slowly I realized my
state of exposure.  My side of the quilt was bunched up in the middle
of the bed.  The sheet was below my waist with half my ass showing.
So dad had gotten up and saw me mostly naked from behind!

I got up and slid on some underwear.  I walked to see what he was
making.  Like he usually did, he made small take but never brought up
anything about my nudity.  He was just eating cereal.  I had a bowl
with him.  Both of us sat there chatting in our underwear.  I wondered
why we wore anything at all--just for the sake of covering up dick and
balls?

- - -

A few weeks passed by with no shit play with the guys.   One weekend
they got the flu, which had been contagious at school.  The next
weekend they went out of town.  During that period I spent time with
other new friends. Hanging out in groups, we did the coffee shop
scene, the mall, the movies, etc.  It passed time but it wasn't near
as fun as having nasty sex with two hot football jocks all weekend.

Daily, I jacked off at least twice a day.  I jacked off in school
bathrooms, in the shower at home, or when dad wasn't home.  I started
sleeping in his bed on a regular basis.  He told me he didn't want me
"out there freezing" out in the cold living room on that "hard-ass
bed".   I was glad to sleep in the larger, more comfortable bed.

If dad was home, I went to bed with underwear on.  If he wasn't there
when I went to bed I got under the covers naked.  I kept a pair of
underwear to slip into when I got up.  It was much more comfortable to
sleep in the sheets without a stitch on.  Besides, I still got off on
the idea of being naked in the same bed as dad.

I hadn't masturbated next to him again since the last time, but I
started adding dad to my regular jack off fantasies daily.  I imagined
my dad being drunk again and me having to help him to the toilet.  I
imagined him asking me to hold his cock while he drained it.  I
thought about how hot it would be to help him to the toilet begging me
to pull off his drawers before he shit in his pants.

I usually came when I thought about him passing out on me while
shitting all over the place.  Shit played a permanent role in my
sexual thoughts from then on.  I wished dad would get drunk and shit
in his pants.  Cleaning him up would be a blast.

- - -

On one Saturday morning, the sun had risen but we dozed until noon.
I turned on the TV (which had been moved to the bedroom).  As usual, I
turned it on with the volume low while dad snoozed.  Midway through a
movie, he woke up and just yawned.  I had to piss badly, so I reached
around on the floor feeling around for my underwear.

"What's wrong bud?" he asked

"Just lookin' for my drawers dad..."

"Oh hell son, just get up and go.  I'm not going to go blind.  I'm
going back to sleep again anyway."

Shyly, I got out of bed and tiptoed around the bed and entered the
bathroom.  I started to piss but my cock hardened.   I stood there a
couple of minutes trying to piss as much as I could.  Did dad want me
naked on purpose?  The thought intrigued me.  I gave up on pissing and
rubbed my rod.

He said he was going back to sleep so I sat on the toilet in the
semi-dark bathroom naked listening for his breathing to change.  I
heard his slow and loud breathing and peeped around the corner.  He
was on his stomach just as when I left.  His head was facing away from
the door.  I tiptoed and stood in the doorway slowly stroking.  I
looked at his bare back with the sheet covering half of it.  I wanted
to know what it felt like to lay on top of him--to put my cock in his
crack.  I was tempted to pull the covers away from him.

I quietly spit in my palm and massaged my dick slowly.  The heater
came on and I felt the air blowing around me.  That set me off and I
spewed into my hand.  I made sure it didn't drip in his path.  What I
did though was to lick my fingers clean.  I stayed hard as I fed
myself the fresh and warm jizz.  Once licked off, I dropped my hand
used my middle finger to pull the last drop off my piss slit.  I
sucked it off my finger and walked quietly to the bed.  With a half
erect penis, I walked around to my side of the bed.  If he had he woke
up suddenly, he would have seen my cock for sure.

I quickly pulled the sheet and blanket over my waist.  Warming up
under the covers, I lay on my back staring sideways at dad.  I liked
the way his dark stubble stopped immediately giving away to smooth
skin on his upper face.  He looked really tired the last time I saw
him awake.  I wondered if he'd think it was fishy if offered to give
him a back rub.  I lay there with my dick hard and tenting the sheets.

I closed my eyes and let my imagination run wild.  In my head dad and
I were eating shit from Derek's hole and drinking piss from Lee.
Somewhere there in my filthy thoughts I fell asleep.  I couldn't know
if dad had ever seen my dick hard because I woke up on my side facing
the wall.  Dad was up stirring around.

I groggily stood up and reached for my underwear.  Just before I
pulled them on, I thought "what the fuck" and walked to the bathroom
naked.  Dad was walking around shirtless in his jeans and totally saw
me.  I sat down and took a long dump with the door shut.  When I was
done, as usual, I checked out my load before flushing.  Good color and
size. Perfect for eating (if only I could have)...

I wiped and flushed before washing my hands (funny how I bothered with
that just because dad was there).  With my legs kind of shaky and my
stomach nervous, I walked naked into the room where he was walking
around.  His eyebrows raised and he looked amused but didn't comment
on it.

"I'm heading to the bank and some other errands if you want to go."

It was day one of Spring Break and I felt relaxed after sleeping so
long.  Hanging out with dad seemed like a cool idea.

"Sure, let me put some clothes on," I said.

I thought I heard him whisper something but pretended not to hear.
Walking back to the bedroom, I got totally hard.  I pulled on my
underwear and reached for my jeans in the corner floor.  I cursed
myself for sleeping so long to have my naked moment cut short.  I told
myself I'd try again later to walk around naked in front of him.

- - -

Dad left for work for an evening trip at 6pm.  I ran straight to the
phone to call the guys.  I was supposed to have heard from them over
the weekend to plan for more fun but no one called.  My mouth was dry
as I waited for one of them to answer.

"Hello."

It was Derek.

"Yo man...you wanna fuck around?" I asked.

"Sure man...it'll be just me though.  My Aunt Arlene died.  Dad and Lee
headed out this morning to East Texas."

"You didn't go?" I asked.

"No man, I can't deal with that death stuff."

"Cool I get it." I said.

"I just got in from work...let me put some clothes back on and head over."

"Okay man."

So, I paced nervously around and waiting.  I stopped and wrote a note
for dad to tell him where I was and wrote their phone number down.  I
told Derek I'd be waiting for him outside, so I locked up and walked
into the parking lot.  The temperature was decent and spring-like.  I
didn't bother wearing a jacket.  I had on a tight t-shirt with the
sleeves cut out which showed my tattoo off well.

I really wanted another one and I thought it would be cool to be
covered in them like Marty.  I'd need money for even one.  I was
thinking about the possibility of looking for a job during Spring
Break when I saw his headlights.

I stepped out further and he stopped the truck next to me.  I opened
the door to find him in only cutoff jeans.  I sat in the seat and
pulled the door closed.  I could see he was barefoot.

"Well you didn't get too dressed huh?" I joked.

"Naw, just enough to come pick you up?  Hell, these shorts will be off
before you know it!"

We drove a mile up the highway access road and turned onto the farm
road that eventually led to their house.  True to his word, he fumbled
with the waist button of his shorts and I heard the zipper move.  He
sat up while driving and lifted his ass up long enough to shove the
shorts down to his feet.  He pulled them off and tossed them at me.  I
pulled them to my face and smelled the inside of them.  I detected the
hot scents of ball sweat and ass.

"Why don't you suck this while we drive?"

He wiggled a half hard cock with his free hand.  I bent over and stuck
it in my mouth.  I bobbed down on it as he sang to the Country music
on the radio.  His big hand held my held down to where I could barely
lift off.  I tried to control my breathing by inhaling up the upswing.
I tasted precum as he moaned.

"Fuck dude, I should drive naked with a cocksucker more often...this is great!"

My dick pressed hard against the fabric of my underwear and it needed
out.  It was too much trouble to sit up and unzip.  I settled for just
enjoying choking on the cock of a naked stud driving a truck in
daylight.  Just when I gagged he let go of my head.  This repeated
until I felt the truck driving over the bumpy gravel of their
driveway.  He released me from his cock.

He hopped out of the truck naked and left the shorts behind.  He
looked so gorgeous in waning light of the sunset.  His round butt
bounced as it walked over the pebbles and to the door.  I couldn't
wait to get my hands and mouth on it.

I took my clothes off as soon as I was inside.  His fast food uniform
was lying on the tattered couch.  Dirty socks lay on top of greasy
shoes.  I sat on the couch and he stood in front of me.

"I saw you looking at those socks."

He bent over and picked them up.  He sniffed one and put the other up
to my nose.  I sniffed hard.  The sexy foot stink was wonderful.  It
was a mix of shoe leather, foot sweat, and mildewy sock.  I wondered
how many times he'd worn them.  They were gray on the bottom with
sweat stains around the toes.  I took one more huff as he pulled it
away.

He pulled my head back to his dick again and I resumed giving him
head.  I was really hungry for cum.  I was hungry for shit and piss
too, but first things first.  He held onto my head and fucked my face.
His grip was tight and allowed for no movement other than his dick
moving in and out like a piston.  I got used to the pumping and
regulated my breathing better than before.  He reached down and
squeezed my nipples really hard.  His bush smelled like a days worth
of sweat.  His pace got harder and faster as he raped my mouth with no
mercy.

He began moaning really loud when he came.  He held onto my ears
shoved his dick to the back of my throat.  His cum came so fast and
his dick was pressed too deep for me to get to taste it.  I tried to
move off after his groaning subsided, but after the cum there came a
torrent of hot piss.  He wasn't gripping my head too tight now and
eased up a little.  Piss gushed against the roof of my mouth and
tonsils.  It was strong and salty.  Wherever the cum had landed it was
being washed away by his urine.  My belly filled fast and I choked on
the last squirts.  Then he was done.

He pulled out and shook his dick over my face.  My eyes blinked and
burned after the piss squirts dropped into them.  He just laughed.  I
burped a loud and obnoxious belch and my stomach felt less full.

"You gotta shit man?" I asked.  "Because I do."

"Well, I had to take one at work this afternoon, but maybe I can force
something out."

"Great."

"You want me to smear you up with your shit?" he asked.

"I don't know man...I haven't done that yet.  That's sort of intense.  I
mean eating is one thing, but I don't know if I could mask that stink
on me at home afterward."

"It's not that hard dude...don't be a pussy."

He was grinning, but I took his teasing seriously.

"Fuckin' do it!" I told him.

I was paranoid that if I smeared shit all over me that I'd smell like
it for days.  The last thing I needed was for dad to ask me what
smelled so nasty while we lay in bed.  I looked up at his handsome
country boy face and knew there was no turning back.

"Eat my ass and get it loosened up!" I told him.

Like a puppy he plopped down on the floor anxiously.  I hadn't taken a
shit that day so I knew that I could supply the dump for us.

"Sit on my face!" he ordered.

I got on my knees over his head and slowly lowered my butt onto his
head.  I purposely sat on his nose to get him back for the rough
face-fuck...but he didn't complain.  I sat on his mouth and felt his
tongue start lapping away.  Squatting like that caused me to fart
several times.  They were hot, silent farts.  He groaned each time the
stinkin' air blasted out.

"I feel it with my tongue dude!"

"Good!"

With no warning to him, I pushed hard and my shit started falling out.
Several nuggets rolled out onto his face and dropped on either side of
his head on the wood floor.  I felt larger chunks oozing out.  There
was more farting and then my hole suddenly felt blocked.  I grunted
and pushed hard like I was a bitch giving birth.  The pressure gave
and a lot of messy shit pumped out all over his face and chin.  My
hole gurgled and splatted as it emptied the nasty slop.  It really
stunk.

When I knew I was done I stood up.  I saw that the random solid pieces
were covered with the sloppier light brown sludge.  The messy shit
covered his nostrils and he was breathing only through his mouth.  He
blew his nose hard and pushed an air hole out of the slop

He stuck a nugget in his mouth and chewed fast.  It was gone in
seconds.  There was no comment about how it tasted as he ate another
and then sat up.  He lowered the big turds into one hand and the other
scooped up the messy stuff.   He looked at me devilishly.

"Now you lay down," he told me.

I lay flat on the hard floor.  Its surface felt cool to my back.  He
tore the shit log in two and moved half to my chest. He shoved the
half-log into his mouth and chewed.  His cheeks puffed out big.  He
spat all the chewed up mess from his mouth into his hands.  The chewed
up slop was mixed with my runnier shit.

He straddled my waist by sitting against my penis.  His hands reached
to my chest and he began to massage with my shit.  His big hands
mashed the shit onto my skin.  His saliva made it slick.  The mashed
shit was rubbed allover my ribs and abdomen.  His hands felt so good
as the shit massage extended to my neck.  He squeezed my neck a little
with fingers pressing into my Adam's apple.  The squeeze became a
choke before he let go.  Just when I felt a slight bit of panic, he
let go.

He moved his big hands to my face.  The odor of spit and shit mixed
together formed it's own stink that was different from the shit alone.
My nose burned from its intensity.   My cock pressed against his hole
as his butt flattened it.  I looked up into his eyes and there was a
devious grin. His finger smeared shit onto cheeks and then all over my
ears.  His wiped his hands in my hair before reaching for more fresh
shit.

He repeated the method of softening my shit by munching on it.  He
massaged my chest and shoulders again before moving to my cock.  When
his hands moved on my pole I jumped.  I was already in a trance from
the massage and stench.  With two hands full of crap, he pumped my
dick.  My eyes were closed.  I imagined I was shit-fucking dad.  His
hands made loud squishing noises and popping sounds as he jacked me.
Small bits of shit squirmed out from his grip onto my pubes and balls.

The feeling was too awesome to hold off.  I humped my waist in rhythm
with his hands and began shooting cum into the air.  It landed on his
shoulder, lower arms, and hands.  After the orgasm waned, he kept
jacking me slowly.  He stuck one finger at a time into my mouth to
clean them off.  I sucked the funky crud like it was candy.  After a
finger was mostly clean, he stuck in another until all five fingers of
the left hand was done.  I stayed semi hard.

Had he not been continuously jacking me, I might have freaked about
this mess on my body--but I was in a pig's daze.  He got up and rubbed
more shit onto my dick and lowered himself on it.  My dick slid easily
into his ass using the mashed up turd meat for lube.  I felt some shit
in his ass moving out of place as my dick drove inward.  He was so
much heavier than me, so when he sat all the way down, it hurt my
pelvic area.  I winced but didn't say anything.  He began to ride me
and eased up on the pressure.

As what normally happens after I cum, I felt the urge to piss.  I
couldn't do it with him moving so much.

"Stay down on it for a minute, I gotta whizz!"

He looked happy and grinned big.  He put his hands behind his head and
stretched.  He looked like an Adonis statue posing his muscles.  While
his butt stayed in one position, I felt my dick soften a little and
piss began drain into his rectum.  I looked down ad my body painted in
brown and at his studly body on top of me.  I couldn't believe how
lucky I was to have hooked up with these two guys.  My dick fully
hardened again.

Without me saying anything, he began humping me again.  Warm drips of
shitty piss dripped down my dick as he rode me.  I played with my
tits.  I spit on my fingers to wet my nips. I squeezed them hard.  He
was jacking his cock while he fucked himself on my waist.  His big
balls bounced all over the place.  He hovered over me and drooled a
long rope of spit toward my face.  I opened my mouth to take it.  He
spit several more times...sometimes in big loogie's and sometimes in
hard spits into my nose or eyes.  I just blinked them away or sucked
them into my nose.

He placed his hands on his butt cheeks and pressed them pressing them
together tightly.  I felt the pressure around my dick strengthen.  The
suction of the piss enema sloshing inside him and his puffy asslips
gripping me caused me to cum again.

As I groaned, he started spraying cum onto my chest.  Warm cum
splattered onto the drying and cracked shit on my chest.  He moaned
and breathed hard.  Once done, he collapsed on me and my dick slid
out.  He kissed me hard and rammed his tongue all around inside my
mouth.  I stuck my tongue out and he sucked it hard.  When I couldn't
breath anymore he pulled off and his mouth moved to eat his cum off my
chest.

When he was done, he kissed me roughly again.  After I was breathing
normally again, the itching from drying shit began.  I felt chilled
and uncomfortable.  The stink around us didn't bother me at all.  I
was too used to it...but still I wanted a shower.

"Let's hose off!" I suggested.

"Okay!"

He got up and left me there on the floor.

"Not as gentlemanly as his brother it seems," I thought to myself.

I got up and my damp back peeled away from the sticky floor.  I
tiredly walked to the bathroom and found him shitting out my piss.  It
smelled really nasty, but I could take it.  Shit, after cumming twice,
wasn't so sexy as when I was majorly horny, but it didn't bother me.
A couple of months before I would have barfed if I still had shit all
over me after cumming.  I was advancing!

- - -

After the shower, we took a nap.  I was dozing peacefully when I heard yelling.

"I said get your fuckin' ass up before I knock you out of bed!"

Marty was standing there in a suit, tie, and dress socks.  I sat up immediately.

"You too dammit!  The two of you need to get your asses out of bed and
clean that mess up!"

"Okay dad!"

Derek was rubbing his eyes as he stood up.

"I'm almost mad enough to tell you no more shit in the house!"

"Okay dad, okay.  It won't happen again!"

He was moving fast and pulled me with him.  We ended up in the kitchen
where he dug under the sink for a brush and found some spray-on
cleaner.  He grabbed the entire roll of paper towels from the holder.
 I followed him back to where we had had sex.  It was indeed a mess.

The floor had prints of my body with dried shit chunks all around it.
There were footprints and handprints around it.  A quarter of my log
was left lying to the side all dried up.   He sprayed the cleaner all
over and handed me the towels. On his hands and knees he brushed the
shit off the varnished wood floor.  Lee stood there laughing.  I
looked up and saw him in a suit.  It was tight fitting like it wasn't
his size.

"Shut the fuck up!" Derek snarled at him.

"Hell no...you look like a damn janitor there!"

Derek scrubbed and looked down.  I wiped up where his cleaning brush
had been.  The smell of shit and Formula 409 cleaner was nasty.  Lee
laughed again.  Derek tossed the brush aside and jumped up and tackled
Lee.  They began wrestling on the floor.  Derek punched Lee fucking
hard in his upper arm.  Lee socked him back before getting pinned
down.  Lee used his legs and wrapped them around Derek's.  He managed
to right himself up when Marty came back.

"CLEAN THAT GOD DAMN FLOOR!" he bellowed.

The skirmish broke up with Lee falling to the side.  Derek glared at
Lee until he got up and walked away.  Marty was more concerned about
the shit mess being cleaned than the two of them fighting.  Derek went
back to spraying the floor again.  I looked down and was amused to see
my dick had hardened after seeing them punching each other on the
floor.

I got on my knees and wiped behind Derek and after ten or so minutes,
the shit residue was gone.  The room still stunk though.  On my own, I
went back to the shower and sprayed off the cleaner off my knees and
hands.  I soaped up and looked for a towel to dry off.

As I opened the cabinet door, two hands slid around me and I was
kissed on the neck.

"Hey sexy fucker!"

It was Lee.  I turned around and he was only in socks and his dress shirt.

"You look even hotter dressed up!" I told him.

"You horny?" he asked.

"More tired than anything.  I've shot twice with your bro."

He frowned at the mention of Derek.

"Can you suck me off?"

"Yeah, okay."

Lee pulled me by the arm and led me to their room.  He pulled off the
dress shirt and tossed it on the floor.  The suit was already on a
hanger latched to the top of the closet door.   He hopped onto the bed
and scooted up the pillow.  With hands behind his head and knees bent,
he opened his legs.  His hard dick waited there for my mouth.  I got
on the bed between his legs on my knees with my ass in the air.

As I sucked his cock, I felt fingers touching my hole from behind.  I
guessed Derek wasn't going to be left out.  The finger probed in
slightly.  My head bobbed up and down and I got into a regular rhythm.
Then I felt my ass being eaten good.  Derek's hand pulled my dick
backwards toward them.  I felt spit landing on it and it was being
jacked.

I sucked on Derek's big balls and tried to cram them both in my mouth
while I jacked him.  With my mouth all the way open it was hard to get
both big nuts inside.  He used his hand to force the other one in and
then they were both inside.  My jaw rested as I unclenched my jaw.
The balls filled my mouth and I sucked hard on them.  I jacked Derek's
dick fast.  I was afraid my teeth were biting his skin but he didn't
complain.  He just started breather harder as I jacked him off.

"Eat my cum!  Swallow it!" he groaned.

I ripped his nuts from my mouth grazing them with my bottom teeth.  I
pushed my head down onto his cock to the base.  Then I sucked up and
down and felt his jizz filling my mouth.  My own dick felt so good--all
the sensations made me start cumming too.  I was sure it was probably
a dry cum after having shot my load twice already.  I swallowed the
mouthful of Lee's cum and pulled off.  I was shocked to find it was
Marty standing behind me--not Derek at all!

"Whoa!" I said.

He had only cutoff jean shots on.

"He was being a fucking titty baby, so I made him go out and wash the truck!"

I just nodded.

"You got a fine tight ass back there boy!"

He rubbed his hand on his shorts.  After drying it off, he rubbed his
erect penis bulge through the fabric and walked away.  His smooth and
tattooed back looked so sexy.   I felt my face lightly slapped by a
foot.  It was Lee's foot.

"You got the hots for dad too huh?"

"Yeah, kinda." I admitted.

He moved over and pulled me to him.  We kissed tenderly.  I was now
understanding the difference between the two as lovers.  Derek was
rough and Lee was more romantic.  I liked both of those!  As we made
out, I thought about how I wanted to see them punching each other
again.  These guys were making me kinkier by the day!

To be continued...