Date: Sat, 9 Apr 2016 11:05:15 -0500
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Redneck Brothers And Shit Pt 6

Redneck Brothers And Shit Pt 6

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After they guys took me back home, I showered yet again.  I was
suddenly paranoid of smelling like shit even after bathing 3 times.  I
wondered if dad would smell it on me in bed.  As a kid the most I did
was jack off with it by smearing it all over my dick--this was way more
extreme.  I used two soaps and even some Dawn dish detergent from the
kitchen.  I found an old container of Vaseline Intensive Care lotion
under the sink and rubbed it all over still hoping to mask any
leftover shit smells.

When dad returned home I was asleep.  Then when I woke up again it was
morning and I had to go to school.   We wouldn't talk again until the
next evening.  The paranoid worries were for nothing.

- - -

We had a pizza delivered.  Dad brought up the brothers while we
stuffed our faces.

"You guys have fun again?"

My dad was actually asking about me having gay sex with my buddies.
It was awesome!  He was being so casual, so I spoke openly.

"Yeah dad, I got off three damn times!"

He laughed over that comment and spit some of his pizza out.

"You horn-dog!"

"Yeah, I love sex dad.  How do you go so long without it?"

"Like I told you...my hand is my best friend!"

I wanted to tell him I'd gladly jack or suck him off.  If all he ever
did was jack off--when did he do it?  I wished I could catch him in the
act.

"Well you can always jack off, but don't you want someone you can just
make out with and fool around with for hours?" I said instead.

Drinking his Coca Cola, he just looked down at the table and shrugged
his shoulders.

"Maybe we should go out and find you a woman!" I challenged.

He laughed and coughed on his food again.

"You really wanna get me laid huh son?"

"Why not dad?  You're a workaholic and you don't get out.  You need
some fun.  Maybe I'm cramping your style here."

"Oh no Max.  I love having you here.  Before you came back, it was
lonely around here.  I got drunk most days off just to tolerate it."

Dad's words broke my heart.

"Well, good.  I like staying with you dad.  We're good buddies."

He just winked and drank more coffee.  He looked up at the clock.  He
had to drive out again that night and was doing his best to wake up.

"Well we'll find someone to hook you up with dad...you're a hot man.
You won't have any trouble getting some!"

My comment took him off guard.  He looked surprised and like he going
to say something when the phone rang.  He got up and looked at the
caller ID.

"It's your mother.  You need to talk to her for a few minutes!"

"She probably wants me to come home so you can pay her more child
support.  You know I never got any of that!"

He looked surprised when I said that.  I picked up the phone.

"Hey mom..."

I sat and listened to mom drone on for about five minutes.  She just
blabbed about my grandmother being in the hospital and complained
about the way my aunt was acting over it.  She asked about me getting
checked into school successfully and other boring stuff.  Never once
did she ask how my dad and I were doing.

"Mom, I gotta go.  Sorry..."

I didn't let her finish talking.  I just hung up.  Aside from being
mad at her for kicking me out and being a bitch, I was disappointed
that she didn't seem to really care how I was doing.  I sat the phone
down and walked to the living room.  Dad was putting his shoes on.

"Care to elaborate about the money?"

"Well you paid her almost four hundred dollars a month when you could.
She paid the rent or something else with it.  Made me go to the thrift
store and buy used jeans and shit.  If I asked for anything she said I
needed to wait until I turned 16 to get a job!"

His face grew red.  He squeezed his Coke can and got up to get
another.  Instead, he pulled out a beer.  When he turned I saw it in
his hand.

"Dad, no booze! You gotta go drive!"

His hand holding the beer was shaking.  I walked up to him and pulled
it out of his hand.  I placed it back in the fridge.  I grabbed his
hand and moved him to the table.

"Sit down dad".

He sat down and I moved behind him.  I began to massage his shoulders
and neck.  They were tight under his t-shirt.

"You used to do that when you were a kid!"

"Yeah," I said.  "When mom stopped doing it for you.  Loosen up dad."

I rubbed his shoulders firmly.  I glanced at the clock and saw he had
less than half an hour before leaving.  My hands moved up to his
smooth neck.  I softly kneaded the tightness.  I glanced down and my
cock was totally pointing upward in my underwear.  I wished I hadn't
put them on after the shower.  I kind of wanted dad to see me hard
like that.  Fuck, I had promised myself I was going to walk around
naked and didn't have the balls to.  Dad had said it was cool to sleep
nude and I didn't have to cover up to get up and piss at night.

I continued working on his shoulders again with a deep rub.  He
relaxed eventually.  I wanted to bend down and kiss his neck.  After
closing his eyes for a while he opened them.

"I gotta get going Max," he said softly.

I noticed he rearranged his crotch with his left hand quickly before
he stood up.  I stood against the chair to block my dick.  He walked
to the couched and grabbed his uniform shirt to slip it on.  Next he
grabbed his keys and walked back to me to give me a quick hug.  He did
something he hadn't done in years--he kissed me on the forehead.

The moment he stepped out of the door I stripped and started beating
off in frenzy.  After I was done, I rolled onto the bed and rubbed my
cum around my mouth so I could smell and taste it.  I softly stroked
my half hard dick and imagined it was dad's fresh cum.  The scent of
cum mixed well with the male odors that the bed sheets had absorbed.

I fantasized about dad coming home from work and me giving him a
blowjob every time like his devoted wife.   I thought about how hot it
would be to then walk him to bed, strip him, and then sleep naked in
his arms until he had to get up again.  Orgasm number 2 came
eventually as the fantasies about him went on and on in my head.

I realized I had a major crush on him.  Why? I didn't know.  How could
I been so horned up over him when I already had two muscular studs
that would do anything I wanted with me?  I rolled over and turned on
the TV.

While watching the news, I wondered about dad's sexuality.  I never
knew of him dating at all after the divorce.  I didn't see him look at
women...nor men for that matter.  Maybe dad just wasn't into sex so
much.  As I wondered about dad...I got sleepier and sleepier.

- - -

Dad was in bed next to me when my alarm went off the next morning.  As
part of my new mission to be naked in front of him, I got up without
covering up and stood there yawning and stretching, but he didn't
stir.  I saw his uniform and pants in the floor when I got up.  I saw
his underwear there too!

"Goddammit!" I thought to myself.

I had been naked in bed while dad was naked too and I had no idea!  I
walked to the bathroom and sat on the toilet without closing the door.
I had to take a dump and farted.  I didn't bother closing the door or
turning on the light.  I felt a small turd dislodge from my hole and I
pissed.  I stumbled into the shower and quickly bathed.  I didn't
bother flushing the small shit.

After drying off, I left the towel in the bathroom and walked into the
bedroom.  At that hour, it was mostly dark except for light coming
through the blinds from the streetlight outside.  It was too dark to
be seen naked, so I turned on the closet light.  Dad still didn't wake
up.  He lay facing my direction but the only sound was his breathing
as his chest slowly moved up and down.  I kicked a box in the closet
and it made a loud noise.  Then I came back out naked carrying my
jeans.  Dad's eyes opened a crack.

I slowly pulled on my jeans with no underwear.  When they slid up to
my crotch I let my dick and balls hang out before stuffing them in an
exaggerated way and zipping up.

"Sorry dad, I couldn't find my jeans and then bumped my knee."

He rubbed his eyes but looked me over.

"It's okay son.  It's okay."

He closed his eyes and I assumed he was sleeping again.  At least he'd
seen my dick flopping around.  I'd make sure to get naked at any
chance going forward.  I pulled on socks and my shirt and looked for
my sneakers.

After a quick bowl of cereal, I was out the door.  The sun rose and my
long walk to school began.

- - -

When I got back home, it was all dark inside.  I figured dad was
taking a late nap.  I turned on the lamp in the living room and saw
the kitchen table covered in empty beer cans.

"Not again!" I thought.

I wasn't sure if dad had to drive that night but I was pissed they
he'd gotten drunk gain.  I kicked off my shoes and pulled my shirt
off.  I went to look for something to eat in the refrigerator.  I
couldn't find dad's work schedule that was usually taped there.  I
pulled out some bologna and made a sandwich.

I started my homework right away so I could finish early. Once done, I
was bored and wanted to watch TV.  I went to the bedroom and turned on
the TV.  Dad just snored in the dark.  I cleared my throat twice and
there was no reaction from him.  I knew how to get a reaction!

I pulled off my pants and stood there naked except for my socks.  I
walked to him and put my hand on his shoulder and shook him.

"DAD! Do you have to work tonight?"

He rolled over away from me and toward my empty side of the bed.

"DAD?" I shouted.

"What?" he groaned.

"Do you have to work tonight?"

"No no no...just leave me alone."

He didn't say anything about my nudity.

"Why'd you have to fuckin' go and get drunk again?" I yelled.

He covered his eyes with one hand and scratched his head with the other.
He made no reaction or mention of my nudity.

"Go watch TV son."

"The god damn TV is on!"

"Sorry Max...I was just in a bad mood.  Just watch TV and relax."

He sat up in bed and put his feet on the floor.  He had underwear on.
I walked to the other side of the bed.

"Is it because of mom?  You're pissed about that bitch hogging all that money?"

My dad stood and gripped my shoulders so hard I thought he was about
to push me into the wall.  Just when I tightened up to brace for it,
he let go and just stared hard into my eyes.  His angry touched
excited me below.

"She's not all bad Max.  You don't know everything about your mother and me!"

He stood looking into my eyes...head shaking and eyes so intense.  Dad's
eyes watered up and a quick tear rolled out from his eye and down the
side of his nose.  I was about to argue still.

"Stop!  Don't say a damn word!"

He abruptly turned and walked to the living room.  I found him
dressing after I followed.  He went to the fridge and grabbed the
carton of remaining beers.  Grabbing his keys, we walked to the door.

"I'll be in the truck!"

He walked out the door and slammed it shut.  I moved to the front
window and gawked through the blinds as he stumbled to his truck.  I
watched for a few minutes and saw no indications of the motor being
started.  I was relieved he wasn't going to drive.  He just wanted to
get away.

My own hands were shaking and my stomach was tight.  I was a nervous
wreck.  In just ten or fifteen minutes I'd had a bad argument over my
dad and then he walked out to get away from me.  At first my feelings
were hurt.  I sat down on the couch and stared into the darkness.  The
daylight outside lit up the vertical blinds through the holes and gaps
around the sides.

After repeating the scene that had just happened in my head a few
times, I got angry.  I was mad at him for defending mom and I was mad
that he took to the booze again.  I wondered about him not reacting to
my nudity.  I had been so desperately naked...I'd even gotten an
erection and he never looked down at it.

I got up to piss and as I passed the bedroom, I saw an empty whisky
bottle just under the bed.  Not only had dad drank most of the beer
left, he had gone and emptied whatever was left in that bottle.

I hadn't seen the bottle before.  I wondered if he'd been sipping from
it on all those days that he seemed to be in a good mood but not
obviously drunk.  I wondered what got him so depressed again.  He'd
just told me how happy he was that I'd moved in with him.

It would be dark in a couple of hours...I wondered if I should let him
pass out and sleep it off in the truck or go out there and struggle
with getting him back inside.  The seats were good for driving, but
not for sleeping.  There was no cabin to nap in.  If this time were
like any other, he'd be out for several hours unless he had to get up
and piss.

Speaking of piss, I had to take one.  I went to take one.  I was hot
from anger and I stripped.  My pits kind of stunk from the nervous
sweating.  I farted while I urinated.  The farts smelled like pre-shit
farts.  I was still fuming over dad and felt defiant.  So, I stepped
onto the toilet seat and squatted on it.  While hovering over the
toilet, I pushed hard.  After more farts I knew I was going to shit.

I was so mad still and I imagined I was shitting on dad's face.  My
turd popped out halfway and stayed there.  It was kind of dry and
didn't feel like it was going to budge any time soon.   I had the
option of squeezing hard to break it off or pulling it out with my
hand.  I slowly got off the toilet and stood in front of the mirror.
I turned around and lifted my leg.  I had a tail made of shit!  It
looked really hot!

Feeling defiant, I walked around the apartment like that.  I pretended
dad was watching TV while I wandered around the place with half a log
poking out of my ass.  I secretly wished he would barge in at any
minute and catch me like that.

The smell of it was wonderful.  Fresh shit mixed with my armpit stink.
After moving about for a few minutes, I had to piss some more.  I took
one of dad's beer cans and filled it up.  I thought about how hot it
would have been to have handed it to dad in his drunken stupor and see
him unknowingly drink it.  I was so hard and horny that I reached back
and pulled the shit loose.  My hole closed around the stump that was
left.

I crammed the nearly four-inch piece into my mouth and sucked its end.
It had gotten dry on the end after being exposed for so long.  I
didn't care.  I bit a chunk and pulled the rest out of my mouth.  I
walked back to the window and opened the blinds.  I was visible to
anyone that walked close by, but my waist was hidden.

I stared hard at the truck outside and chewed and chewed.  Possessed,
I had not realized how fast I ate until I closed my fist to find my
palm empty.  I walked to the kitchen and drank my piss from the beer
can to wash it all down.  The beer smelled so good.  I picked up each
empty can and pour any remnants found into the piss can.  Once done, I
poured it into my hair and rubbed it in.

Now I smelled like beer, shit, and piss.  The next thing to do was to
add cum to that mixture.  I tried to shit in my hand but nothing came.
I licked my middle finger and dug into my hole.  I found the rest of
the log stuck just inside.  I drilled it out sloppily until I had a
small handful of shit again.  I forced my mouth into the mess and
rubbed it all over my lips and chin.   I chewed and spat some into my
other hand.

I sat on a kitchen chair and defiantly jacked with my shit sludge.  I
slowly savored the slop in my mouth.  I hoped dad would burst in and
if he did I would shoot all over the floor.  I was in such a nasty
mood.

Well, there was no interruption by dad.  After a few more minutes, I
did have that staggering orgasm.  Cum went everywhere.  However,
instead of being the rebel I felt just minutes before...I hauled ass to
the shower to clean up.

I shampooed and soaped up really well.  I took that time to relax and
calm down.  The hot water felt therapeutic flowing down my long back.
I washed my hair a 2nd time and then turned off the water.  I stepped
out and grabbed the towel and covered my head to dry my hair.  Then I
felt arms around me and I jumped.

I pulled off the towel and dad was there!

"I'm so sorry I shouted at you Max.   I'm so sorry your father is a
goddamned fucking drunk!"

Dad had his arms around my shoulders babbling.  While it could have
been hot, I knew that he was so plastered that he wouldn't remember
anything the next day.  I pulled away and saw my dad was crying.  All
instincts to seduce him flew away.  I wrapped the towel around my
waist and pulled him out of there to the bedroom.
"Dad, you need to sleep this one off.  It's okay.  We'll talk
tomorrow...just don't drink anymore, please!"

I heard my own voice wavering.  Dad's tears induced my own.  As he lay
down he rolled over and started babbling.

"Ellie knows.  She knows. You can't yell at her Max!"

I wondered what the hell he was talking about.  He kept saying my
mom's name..."Ellie."

"She knows...she knows about it son!"

I guessed he was saying mom knew I was gay.  I didn't care.  I just
pulled off his shoes and then pulled a sheet over him.   I grabbed the
blanket and went to sleep on the hard sofa bed.

- - -

Well, I tried to sleep.  I drifted in and out bad dreams most of the
night.  When I was totally in a good sleep finally, my alarm went off.
I thought about not going to school, but part of me wanted to escape
from dad and his alcoholism.

I pulled on clothes and didn't mess with my hair.  It was a crazy mess
anyway when it was spiked up--I doubted anyone would notice it being
hat way.  I brushed my teeth and looked up at my hair.  I thought it
was time for a change--something that would shock those country fucks
at school.  It would have to wait.

I grabbed my backpack and headed out of the door.  The morning was
already warm and humid.  Dark and threatening clouds loomed behind me
and I heard thunder.  I walked and thought about the events of the
night before.  Twice I had been naked with my dad, but each instance
had been marked by yelling or him being totally wasted.  I was sure
that he would not remember anything after he'd left for the truck.  I
heard louder thunder and made a run for it.

- - -

I beat the raindrops by seconds.  The rest of the day we had stormy
weather.  Each thunderstorm ended in a lull that died for a while and
then it all began again.  After lunch, tornado sirens went off and all
students had to go to "safe" parts of the building until the threat
was over.

Everyone was in a good mood and happily chatting while we waited to go
back to class.  No one wanted to be in class and this was a welcome
interruption.  Guys were chillin', gals were gossiping.

I was a little freaked out at first.  We never had tornado action in
the city.  I recalled that the area I now lived in was always was
notorious for bad weather.  Back when I lived in the city, this Texas
county was often under a "tornado watch" every time there was bad
weather.

My class didn't go to the same "safe area" as Derek or Lee's classes.
I found a familiar face to talk to anyway--Blake.  I had gotten to know
him a little better since those first days at the school.  He was
often my workout partner in P.E.  Over time, I called him "farm boy"
to his face.  He knew I had sarcastic sense of humor---he was kind of
dark in his own way (often moody).  He was cute to me and I wondered
at times if he were gay because I never saw him with a girl and he
never talked about them.

We sat there and he complained about his morning class and how the
teacher was being  "a total cock".  I noticed that when he was talking
and I looked into his eyes, he would look down or look away every
single time.  I hadn't noticed that before.  Maybe he hadn't done that
before.

I told him about my haircut idea and his face lit up.

"Do it man!  That would be bad ass!"

"Do you know where I can get it done?"

"Yeah man...I'm due for a haircut too.  Why don't I pick you up on
Saturday and we'll hit the barber shop?"

The idea of going to a rural barbershop to get my hair cut into a
Mohawk seemed a crazy idea--but now the plans were set.  Following that
conversation he told me that I looked like the lead singer of a
particular punk band.

"Fuck, you listen to them? I thought you were into country music, farm boy!"

"Oh hell no...I might milk cows and shovel horse shit, but I can't stand
that hillbilly music!"

I laughed at his comments and gazed into his eyes as the bell rang
three times.  It was followed by announcements on the overhead
speakers telling us to go to class.  Then the regular bell rang to
indicate 5th period was over.  We already had our stuff with us, so we
walked on to the gym for our final class of the day.

The coach had us do calisthenics indoors again.  This time as we
finished doing our token push-ups, I kept counting aloud after Blake
collapsed.  After ten push-ups more than him, I collapsed.

"Good job Max!" the coach yelled.  "You better do ten more next time!"

I ran my hands through my sweaty hair and groaned, but I felt good
having beaten so many folks.  Not so plain and lanky anymore--I was
toning up well.  After a moment of rest, I sat up and slapped Blake on
the back hard.

"Tough break farm boy!"

"Fuck you!" he laughed.

"I'll see what else I can beat you in from here on..."

He looked at me and grinned as he flipped me off.

Derek and Lee--well they usually beat all of us in any routines so I
didn't pay attention to them in the gym.  All I paid attention to was
their hot naked bodies when we went to shower.  Two brothers soaping
up each other's back and chests.  And I got to eat their primo shit!

- - -

The end of the week finally came.  As we left school on Friday, I
hopped in the truck with the brothers and we headed to town to eat
out.  Dad had given me some cash that morning for the pending
haircut--I used some of it for dinner.  I'd told him I was going to
hang with Derek and Lee and would call if I spent the night.

As we ate and laughed about this and that, in the back of my mind I
thought about dad being alone at home while I was having fun.  It was
his day off and I'd only asked for cash from him.  I'd never even
asked if he had wanted us to do anything together.  I felt guilty for
leaving dad alone...but horny!  My dick ruled.

Dad and I had forgotten about his episode nights before.  Neither of
us spoke about it again.  I doubted he remembered half of it.  The
rest of the week I barely saw him while he worked double drives each
night anyway.

Whenever I did see him I was dressed for school or coming home from
school.  I didn't get to expose myself to him in his sober state...but I
kept thinking about it.  I wanted to parade around naked in the
apartment with no clothes on doing my regular routine and see how dad
reacted.

- - -

We drove back to the bro's house after eating.  Each of us had full
bellies.  Marty was home and sat naked watching TV as we entered the
house.

"Hey dad!"

"Hey boys...y'all have fun?"

"Yeah, we're full but not too full to get our cocks off."

I was amazed the way he talked to his dad about our sex.  I'd talked
to dad about sex but it seemed so lame compared to their openness.
Marty just chuckled.

"Well, I could use a drain if anyone wants to."

Marty looked my way and we made eye contact.  I felt myself blushing.
He nodded for me to come over.

"Okay." I said.

"Let's have a smoke first," Marty said.

He got up and walked to the bedroom.  He returned with his pipe,
tobacco box, and some cigars.

"The boys don't care for the pipe, but you can smoke with me".

He handed two cigars to Lee and Derek.  The two of them grinned big as
Marty handed them a lighter.  It was a nice silver old school lighter
like my grandpa used to have.  Each lit their cigars and slowly
savored them.  Marty lit the pipe and handed it to me.  I remember how
he showed me last time and puffed it.  I handed it back to him.   The
guys were stripping each other behind me in between puffs of their
cigars.

The only light was from the television.  It wasn't long before a smoky
haze developed and created a surreal atmosphere.  After handing the
pipe back for the third time, Marty patted his lap...a signal for me to
sit on his knee.

I pulled off my clothes and then sat on his lap.  He wasn't even hard
like the rest of us were.  I admired his control.  I sat on his leg
and he pulled me to his chest.  I slid back and he kissed my bare
back.  It made me shudder.  With the pip in his mouth, he pulled off
my shirt and tossed it in the floor.  I unzipped my pants and pulled
out my dick.

"You boys sure found a hottie with this one!" he told his sons.

Lee just smiled while Derek looked mad.  I stood up to pull of my
boots.  I pulled my pants and underwear off next.  I was naked except
for a pair of dirty socks.  I sat back down on their dad's lap.

Marty reached around and tweaked my nips before his hand roamed down
to find my cock.  I felt his penis growing under my butt cheek.  He
licked my neck as he blew out pipe smoke.  The strong tobacco already
had me dizzy.   His lips kissed my earlobe and nibbled on it.  He was
really turning me on.

"Time for blow now buddy!"

I stood up and dropped slowly to my knees on the floor before him.  As
I began sucking his dick, his fingers ran through my messy hair.
Little by little he pressed my head down to where my lips met the base
of his wide dick.  Pubic bush tickled my nostrils.  I inhaled deeply.
I heard him blowing out smoke above me.  I sucked slowly and deep.  I
gagged several times but Marty just chuckled.

Behind me, I felt hands feeling up my ass.  One of them spread my butt
cheeks and the other played with my dick.  While sucking Marty, I felt
heat near my hole then I heard a singe.  The odor of burnt hair
followed.  Someone was burning my ass hairs with their cigar!

"Suck my balls awhile!" Marty ordered.

Their daddy cooed as I worked on his nut sack.  I heard and smelled
more ass hair being singed behind me.  I went back to work on Marty's
pole.  He slowly humped my mouth.  One of the guys pushed the head of
their cigar into my hole.  It must have looked interesting to see the
lit end hanging away from my ass.  I tried to fart and blow air into
the cigar but nothing came.   Someone pulled it back out and I heard
them puffing on it.

As Marty fucked my mouth faster, I sensed that a cum load was
emerging.  I moved my head up and down faster and he groaned in a
guttural growl.  Thick cum squirted into my mouth and down my throat.
I savored the flavor as his moaning subsided.

After he was done, he put his rough hand under my chin and lifted it
up.  He moved forward and kissed me on the lips.  I was about to stand
up but his hand held my shoulder down.

"I still need to be drained, boy!"

I moved back to his cock and opened my mouth.  Cum still covered the
roof of my mouth like snot.  After about ten seconds, a warm spray of
strong piss filled my mouth.  I gulped and gulped until it was over.
His piss quickly washed away the remaining traces of cum from my
tonsils.  I licked my lips as he pulled away.

"Now you boys go play!"

Before I could react, Derek roughly pulled my arm and helped me stand
up.  He pulled me to him and kissed me hard.  His grip was quite tight
around my waist.  After the kiss was over, I was going to pull away to
give Lee some attention and Derek didn't let go right away.  I licked
his mouth with a glob of spit and wiggled my tongue across his
nostrils.  When he still didn't let me go, I forced my mouth on his
nose and sucked hard.

"Ouch!" he snapped.

He finally let go and I moved over to Lee who pulled me firmly to his
body but wasn't so rough.  Derek moved in behind me and I noticed
Marty had disappeared.  We were alone in the living room in the dark
while the Tonight Show came on.  Sandwiched between them, I was lifted
off the floor with all of their hands.  I wrapped my legs around Lee's
waist.

Both guys kissed all over my face and neck I was covered with spit.  I
closed my eyes and just let them do whatever they wanted.  I let go of
Lee's shoulders and Derek held up the other end of my body.  Hands
were all over me and my dick and hole were probed over and over.

Eventually, I was picked up and carried to their room.

"I want you two to treat me like your whore!" I said.

I didn't know where that came from...I just said it.  All my fantasies
of getting gang banged had built up and there I was with two studs
that adored me.  I was so horny that I wanted to be used over and
over.

Derek dug around in their messy room and found a new bottle of lube.
I knew I was getting fucked.  I wanted it.  I was carried to their bed
and tossed hard on my back.

For the first half hour, they took turns eating my ass and digging
around in there.  The bottle of lube was used several times as more
and more fingers were shoved in there.  I farted gushy farts as lube
was farted back out.  Derek used tried to pull my lips open with his
middle fingers pulling oppositely on my ass lips.  When my hole was
open, he spat gobs of saliva in my ass.

The only light on was a lamp with a broken shade.  Music from a
classic rock station played from the corner of the room.  We all
smelled like pipe and cigar smoke.  I could smell ass and sweaty pits.
I was in heaven.

Finally I was forced into a doggy position on the edge of the bed.  I
closed my eyes and stopped paying attention to who did what.  One of
them entered my ass and the other grabbed my head. They began fucking
my face and my ass simultaneously.  I didn't know which was Derek
because both were being aggressive--but I told them to make me their
whore!

My hair was pulled tight to hold my head in place while my mouth was
pummeled.  My ass was stinging bad from the minute it was entered
despite all the oral and finger priming.  Even lube can't protect from
the feelings of a hard and forced fuck.

I felt a bandana or something being wrapped around my head and then I
was blind folded.  Whoever fucked was sitting on my head facing my
feet.  I smell an asshole above me when it randomly farted.  My legs
were on the shoulders of the other brother who was ramming my ass with
no mercy.  They took turns slapping my dick and balls hard.  I felt I
was going to cum so many times but the feelings would subside after my
balls got slapped again.  I felt someone pushing an empty shoe against
my balls.  I tasted precum leaking from the dick in my mouth like
crazy.

I was moved in to different positions before one of them came in my
ass.  Lying on my back, I felt my legs being pulled to my chest and
then something was tied around them.  My wrist got tied to my feet and
I lay on my side--I was hogtied!

I heard the door hinges squeak and footsteps enter the room.  As I was
being ass fucked and face fucked, a hand began slapping my ass hard.
It was no baby slap either!   It must have been Marty!  He continued
to spank me hard and alternated both sides of my ass.  When I tried to
scream out, a dick was forced harder into my mouth.  My jaws ached
badly and my back was getting sore.

I was moved around again but I was kept tied up.  I was no longer on
the bed but was being held up in the air by strong arms.   My knees
were curled up to my chest while they held me up.

Whoever was inside my ass now began to piss.  I could feel my bowels
gurgling as he finished.  When that dick came out another entered me.
I felt a different style of fucking and figured it was their dad.
After I heard the familiar guttural grown, I heard him walk out of the
room.  After he pulled out, another dick rammed into my piss-filled
ass.  I knew someone was pissing even more liquid up me because my
intestinal pressure built up and I felt like I had to shit badly.  I
was groaning from the discomfort but one of their hands covered my
mouth.  I was expecting a dick to go back in there to shut up me up.
Instead, my mouth stayed vacant and I breathed as much as I could in
case I got dick-choked again.

The dick pulled out of my rectum and a face forced itself between my
ass cheeks.  I felt lips sucking on my hole.  I was afraid to release
the toxic liquid.

"Let it out!"

Who said that?  I didn't know--those fuckers sounded the same.  But I
pushed my stomach muscles and felt it expelling from my hole.  Someone
gurgled and drank it!  I was jacking my dick because no one else had
touched it the entire time.  My hand was slapped hard.

"Wait your turn!" I was told.

My feet were untied and the enema drinker moved in deeper between my
legs as I was moved on my back onto the bed again.  My insides churned
and I was sure that I was having diarrhea too...it sure smelled like it!

"Gimme some!"

The original sludge eater pulled away and stuck a finger in my ass to
cork it.  The other moved in and softly sucked on my hole.  I noticed
the more tender touch and feel and knew it had to be Lee.

"Come on man!" he said.

His lips came off only long enough to gasp those words.  I pushed hard
and released more of my piss enema shit spit dredge.  He gulped and
gulped like he was dying of thirst.  After the piss waned, I just
farted long sputter and messy farts.

A dick filled me again and roughly drilled me--Derek.  I was totally
covered in sweat and blindfolded still.   I felt someone kissing me
tenderly.  I know it was Lee.  He sucked my tongue lovingly.  The deep
French kiss was followed by him tonguing my nostrils.  It felt
wonderful as I breathed through my mouth.  I closed my mouth and blew
snot into his mouth for him.  His shit-piss breath filled my nostrils
as he blew air into them.  Derek banged harder and harder and began to
groan.

I pulled off the blindfold and pulled Lee to my mouth again.  He
kissed as his brother came inside me.

"That's his second time!" Lee cooed.  "Now it's my turn!"

I thought Lee wanted to cum in my hole, but he straddled my chest and
reached for something.  He reached for one of the discarded cigars
from earlier.  He backed up and sat on my dick--shoving it in using
only his sweat as lube.   Derek plopped down next to us breathing
hard.  He grinned at me stupidly and winked.  Lee sat all the way down
on me and I thought I would explode.

"Don't cum yet dude!" he said.

He sat over me and relit the cigar.  He jacked himself while he
smoked.  As the ashes grew on his cigar, he tapped it and they landed
on my chest.  There were no coals, just ash landing around my nipples.
He was using me as his fucking human ashtray!

He slowly jacked his cock and spit on my face a few times.  I tried to
catch it in my mouth but it landed on my nose and chin.  He blew
heavenly thick smoke all over me.  I looked up and marveled at the god
above me savoring his smokes.  Suddenly, I felt his hole grip my dick
and he started shooting cum onto my chest.

"Are you close?" he mumbled.

I nodded.  He pulled off and began jacking me with two hands as he
held the cigar in his mouth.  I spewed cum all over the place.  I
nearly passed out from the intensity of the feelings and dizziness I
already felt.  He rolled off onto the other side of me.

Then both of them rolled their hands over my chest and mixed up the
cum with the cigar ashes.  Each of them stuck fingers in my mouth to
feed me the cum and ashy mix.  I hungrily ate it as I was fed.  The
two of them began licking my chest clean after the cum was scooped up.
  I put my arms around them and pulled them to me tightly.  We passed
around the cigar until it was used up.  Lee tapped the last of its
ashes in my mouth and kissed me.  Derek sniffed around in my armpit.

I pulled the cover over us.  We fell asleep like that--three pigs in a blanket!

- - -

I woke up at 3am to piss.  I slapped Derek's ass but he barely
stirred.  I rammed my elbow into his ribs hard.  He opened his eyes.

"What?"

"I gotta piss dude!"

He was instantly on my penis with lips lightly around it.  I had to
piss so badly and my dick remained soft for once.  I drained my
bladder into his mouth and heard him gulping.  After I was done, I
rolled over and went back to sleep.  I felt him scoot up behind me and
spoon me.  It was so perfect.

- - -

The next morning we took turns blowing each other off before we got up
to shower.  I called home and left a message for dad telling him I was
on my way home.  While Derek showered (only two of us could fit in
there) Lee and I made out.

"I think I've got it bad for you man!"

"Oh yeah?" I playfully cooed.

"Yeah man, but you can't tell him.  He'd get so mad."

"Derek?" I asked.

"Yeah man.  I think he's jealous of us."

"But we all fuck together!" I said confused.

"I know but just be cool.  Derek is..."

He didn't finish because Derek came out drying his hair.

"Derek is what?" Derek said.

"Nothing man.  We're just chattin'."

"You're talking about me?"

"Yeah man...I was saying that you're a jealous fuck."

"Fuck you man!"

They were talking calmly but then Derek walked up to Lee and their
chests were touching.

"Don't turn him against me dude!"

"You're such a dumb dick!"

Derek popped Lee right in the stomach!  Lee held his stomach with one
hand but then backhanded his brother.  Caught off guard, Derek didn't
see when Lee's knee moved out and his foot kicked.  Derek fell over on
the floor.  The next thing I knew they were rolling around wrestling.

When Derek had Lee pinned down, Lee took his free hand and punched
Derek's nuts hard.  When he didn't move right away he got popped in
the nuts again.  They rolled over many times gripping and holding
until the other weakened.  When Lee finally stood up he used his
barefoot and stomped hard onto Derek's balls and kept them there.
Even I started squirming.

"Break it up you two!" I shouted.

Despite my protest, I looked down and my dick was pointing to the
ceiling.  This naked fight was turning me on even though I was
freaking out.

Another roll and tumble found Derek sitting hard on Lee's face while
Derek slapped Lee's balls like he was killing a bug on them.  Whenever
they separated, they would dance around until the other struck back.
It ended with Derek choking Lee's neck while Lee had Derek's dick and
ball's twisted so hard I thought they would tear off.

The door slammed open and the shorter, but still muscled Marty marched
up them.  He punched Derek in the stomach and kicked the other one in
the face with the side of his foot.  They simultaneously let go of
each other and curled up in fetal positions.  Lee rubbed his neck and
it was turning purple.  Derek rubbed his nuts and his eyes were
watering.

"Sorry Max, but that's the only way to break these two fucking idiots up!"

I just gawked with an open mouth.

"What are you fighting about?"

Lee rubbed his bruised neck and Derek inspected his bright red balls.

"Answer me or I'll let you have it!"

I found it odd these guys were afraid of him when they could beat him
up together.

"It's his fault daddy! He's tellin' Max I'm a fucking jealous bitch!"

Derek sounded like a kid that was about to start crying.

"YOU ARE JEALOUSS, MOTHERFUCKER!" Lee yelled.

"Max, put your clothes on.  I'm driving you home."

I grabbed my clothes and hurried to the living room.  I dressed fast
and pulled on my boots.  Marty was behind me with keys and a cap.  He
pulled on the baseball cap and opened the door.  I walked out to the
truck with him behind me.

"Those two are going to kill each other one day," he sighed.

I said nothing and got into the truck after he unlocked it.  We rode
in silence most of the way.  He never turned on the radio.  I just
stared at the farm fields out the window.

"You give good head kid."

I didn't answer.  We drove on in silence until we reached the turnoff
for the apartments.  When he pulled into the parking lot, I reached
for the door handle.

"You take care son!"

I nodded and got out.  After he drove off, I stood there bewildered.
I was sure my friendship with them was over.

To be continued.