Date: Sat, 23 Apr 2016 10:01:48 -0500 From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com> Subject: Redneck Brothers And Shit Pt 7 Redneck Brothers And Shit Pt 7 (Remember, your donations allow everyone to enjoy this and other stories--please consider a donation to Nifty.org) Dad was asleep when I went inside. Marty was now on his way back home after taking me home. I numbly walked into the living room and undressed. I sat there naked on the couch. I was in a weird state of mind. I thought about the fantastic nasty sex we had all night and then how it ended in a crazy and rough fight between those dumbass redneck brothers. I heard the refrigerator turn on and that was the only sound in the room. Beyond the kitchen, dad was dozing. I considered sliding into bed naked, but then I wanted him to see me. My luck he'd wake up again with me dozing and then I'd miss my opportunity to strut around the place naked. Thinking of dad in the other room made my penis swell. I sat up on the couch in the dark living room and reached for the rod of the vertical blinds. I opened them until there was enough light to see me if dad was in the room. I stretched my feet out and put them on the coffee table. I spit on my hand and slowly jacked. I doubt I had any cum left but I could still reach an orgasm. So, I began to beat off. My mind drifted as my eyes were closed and I thought about the brothers fighting over me. Part of me got off on the punching and beating of sex organs. I was excited by their rage. I thought about the cigars and the piss enema the night before. The combination of mental images brought me to a climax. I lay there, eyes closed, and then opened them to find only a few droplets of cum had oozed out of my piss slit. I licked my fingers clean and sat up. I felt sleepy after cumming. Then the phone rang and I jumped up. I answered it quickly thinking it was one of the brothers. "Hello," I answered. "Hey man...I'm about to leave. So gimme directions." It was Blake. I'd forgotten about my haircut plans after the weird experience that morning. I gave him directions as I pulled my pants back on. Dad came out of the bedroom rubbing his eyes. Another opportunity to walk around naked in front of him was lost. I'd have to try again later. "I'm leaving in little bit to get my haircut dad. I've decided for sure to get the Mohawk." He looked a little surprised and then shrugged his shoulders. "You still got the cash I gave you?" "I spent some on dinner last night...sorry." He shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Am I going to get a call from the school?" "No dad. The tattoo was different. Its just hair this time." He came up to me and ran his fingers through my hair in a teasing manner. "But I'd gotten use to this crazy stuff!" He smiled slyly and then kissed me on the forehead. That was followed by a pat on the back. "You only live once bud!" I smiled back and then looked at the window. I saw Blake walking around outside with a confused expression on his face. "My friend Blake is here dad...I gotta go!" "I'll throw some clothes on...invite him in," dad said. I stepped outside and flagged Blake down. "Yo man...over here!" I shouted. He blocked the sun from his eyes and looked my way. He waved and walked over to the door when he saw me. His cocky strut was kind of hot. He quickly grabbed his crotch as if he was rearranging his balls. "Come in for a minute," I said. We walked inside and dad was barefoot in jeans and a t-shirt. The unshaved stubble on his chin looked flattered him. "Blake, this is my dad." He lifted his cap a tad and nodded. "Hello sir." Dad shook his hand. "Call me Frank," dad laughed. "What all you guys have planned?" dad said. "We're going to get our haircut," I said. "That's it? That's a damn boring way to spend the day!" "Dad!" I groaned. "Go do something else fun besides that. Go show off the new hair somewhere fancy." He handed me more cash. "We'll think of something dad." "Just be home before dark so I won't worry." "Yes sir," I said. I looked back at Blake and rolled my eyes. He grinned. We left the apartment and walked out to Blake's truck. "Damn, do all you country fucks have a truck?" I asked. "It's my dad's. I don't have my own vehicle." As we got in, I noticed his jeans were ripped in several places. He had on a tank top that showed off his arms. He wasn't muscular like Derek and Lee, but his muscles were tight. Funny how I'd seen him at school so many times without noticing particular details. His face and neck looked kind of sunburned. The tank top exposed a small part of his back below his neck that was white and freckled. Being six foot, I was taller than him. Looking down I could see that his shirt had ridden up in the back and the elastic of his underwear was exposed. "Looks like you're turning into a redneck literally!" He rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand. "Ha-ha, I know huh. I had to help my dad repair the chicken coop yesterday. It was really hot out." "Damn, that must have been nasty...all that chicken shit?" I joked. "Nah, living on a farm you get used to all that stuff. Nothing like that bothers me." I wondered how nasty the guys and I could get if we had access to a farm. - - - We drove on into the town and he parked behind the small strip of stores. The buildings looked like they had been there almost a hundred years and had been modernized only a little. We walked to the street and passed antique stores and a couple of restaurants. Then before us was a striped barber pole like something out of an old TV show. We walked inside and the place looked so old school. The barbers were old, the furniture old, and the whole place smelled like shaving cream and dandruff shampoo. A clunky ceiling fan blew the scents around the large room. The barber chairs had young guys in them getting their hair cut. Each guy looked like they were getting the same haircut. Blake walked over to a blackboard and wrote our names with chalk. I sat down in a chair with cracked vinyl seats. I had the urge to piss, so I asked one of the old men where the bathroom was and he pointed past a curtain. I walked through the curtain and there were two bathrooms--one for each sex but there wasn't female around. Inside, I stood over the toilet and let out a good stream. I peered to the corner and saw a tiny stand with magazines. There was Sports Illustrated, Popular Mechanics, and an old faded Penthouse. All of the magazines looked faded. I finished pissing and zipped up. As usual, I didn't bother washing my hands and left the bathroom. Back in the front, the boys who had been on the barber chairs left while I was in the toilet. I noticed a thirty-something guy was standing next to a chair where one of the old barbers had been. The older one was outside smoking beyond the window. The younger barber looked bored and called out my name. I sat down and he draped a cape around me and snapped it closed behind my neck. He said he felt sleepy after eating his lunch. Rubbing his full stomach, he asked, "What can I do for you partner?" I told him I wanted a Mohawk. His face lit up like he was finally getting to do something interesting. I felt nervous after I heard the clippers turn on. He took some clamps and pinned up the hair on the center of my head. I flinched and the cold clippers buzzed and cut away the hairdo that had taken so long to perfect. The barber used his foot to release the chair and spun me around to the mirror. I kind of freaked after seeing one side shaved off. He clipped with both scissors and the buzzing clippers intermittently. He spun me around another way and I saw Blake sitting in the chair by the window. He gave me a "thumbs up" with both hands. "Badass man!" he blurted out. The old barber moved Blake's head back in place immediately with a quick jolt. Blake thought it was looking cool, I wasn't so sure. Yet I knew there was no turning back. If it looked like shit I could get my head shaved. That too wouldn't be as dramatic though. I closed my eyes and let the guy do this thing. He didn't flip me around any more--he just cut, cut and cut some more. I jumped when he started smearing cold shaving cream on the sides of my head. "Sorry man," he laughed. "Yer gonna want this one polished up. I'm gonna shave the sides of yer head smooth." He ended up shaving the sides of my head indeed and removed my awesome sideburns that took forever to grow. Finally, he used a hand dryer and sprayed an excessive amount of hairspray. My eyes burned as it misted over my face. Then hair dryer was blown over my head one more time. Then he stood back and put his hand under his chin to inspect his work. "Looks excellent man!" he told me. He moved back to me to release me from the cape. He shook it out and then sprayed air from a hose all over me to blow away stray hairs. I looked down and the floor and it was covered with my dark brown hair. I got up and looked in the mirror. It was sheer perfection! "It's bad ass!" I told the barber. The sides of my head were shaved smooth and the nearly four inches of hair on top was cut into a two inch wide and thick Mohawk. It was sticking straight up and even shined a little. It was beautiful. Blake hopped down from his chair sporting a clean buzz cut. There was a white spot on his neck where the hair had been cut away. He really didn't look that much different. He walked over to me and marveled at my head. "Wow man that is SO damn cool! It's killer! I love it dude!" He was almost gushing over me like a girl. But immediately he looked embarrassed and walked over to pay the old man. The younger guy followed me to the cash register and told me the price. I handed him a twenty-five dollars and told him to keep the change. We left and headed to the truck. "Where can I get a photo of this?" I asked. "So you have it as a keepsake?" Blake replied. "Hell no, I just want to send it to my mom and freak her out!" We both cracked up laughing as he started the engine. - - - We ended up at an extremely popular barbecue restaurant in the next town. It was one of those that had been seen on TV on one of those Food Network shows. The parking lot was packed and there was a line outside, but I was hungry and it sounded really good. As we walked to the back of the line I got stares of both admiration and disgust. The attention I was getting my dick excited. My dick was tucked down in my briefs so it wasn't obvious. I had lots of girls giggling and pointing at me. I could see a couple of guys look envious. The guys in front of us though weren't amused. "Fuck them," Blake said. "They probably want one too but don't have the balls to do it!" We stood in line for thirty minutes before getting close to the door. I felt kind of sweaty but the heat didn't seem to bother Blake at all. As we chatted, I noticed he was more talkative than I'd ever hear him. "You know what dude, you're so reserved at school. No offense, but you often seem to be in a bad mood." He looked down and then up to my face. "I fucking hate every minute of school. P.E. is the only class I can tolerate because it's all physical and no damn books. And it's the last class of the day." he said. "Yeah, I hear you man." As we reached the door we moved into the shade. The huge windows on either side of the doors acted like mirrors and reflected the bright outdoors beyond. I stared into the dark glass and my eyes slowly adjusted to the dimmer light away from the direct sunlight. The images of our reflections became sharper. It was then that I noticed Blake was staring down at my ass. I tried to justify it by imagining he was just looking down. I saw him lick his lips as bent over to scratch my leg. I felt myself getting another erection. Finally we reached the doors and the wonderful flow of cold air blew out from inside as the hostess opened the door. Once inside, we were disappointed to find another waiting area. They took our names and asked us to sit. My stomach growled loudly. I sat next to Blake on the wooden bench. I kept wondering if this dude was into guys--I had never ever flagged him as gay at all. In fact I felt he was kind of homophobic at times. To test the waters, I pulled a trick from the brothers at our lunch table months ago. I casually rested my leg against his. I let my shoulder brush his. When I'd been against him for nearly a minute, he suddenly yawned big and raised his arms. He rested his arm on the back of the bench behind me. I purposefully scooted in against his armpit. He didn't move at all. For someone that seemed homophobic at school, he didn't mind me rubbing against him in a more public place. His tank top allowed for the scent of underarm to waft to my nose. I smelled a nice mixture of fresh pit sweat and deodorant. I had seen his armpits before but something seemed intoxicating about them that day. I pretended to bump my shoulder deeper into his armpit and moved it out of the way. "Sorry man," I laughed. "No biggie. It's kind of cramped on this rock hard bench...my ass is going numb. I want some goddamn food." he remarked. "Now you sound like yourself...bitch bitch bitch!" I teased. "Fuck you!" he laughed. An old woman in a western shirt and jeans called my name and we stood up to follow her to our table. - - - Our food was great--well worth the wait. I ordered a lot in order to have some to take home to dad. Other than that, we left nothing on our plates. After dessert, my belly bulged. I thought how awesome of a shit dump this big meal would make. Too bad my shit buddies were in trouble at home. While we ate, I felt the urge to take a shit and piss. I could wait to shit, but I couldn't wait for the piss. I got up and headed to the restrooms. Once inside my stall, I farted a lot before piss came. I thought I'd try to shit anyway and sat down on the dirty toilet seat. I looked at the silly graffiti on the walls...offers of sex, racial slurs, and even gang symbols. I reached down and rubbed my hole as I shit. That was something I'd done a lot of lately. Sometimes I'd shit in my hand to inspect it before dropping it and flushing it. It was interesting to see what it was like before ditching it and assessing if it was the kind I'd like to eat from someone. I shit only a nugget. I pulled up my hand and sniffed it. It was about the size of a gumball. On impulse, I popped it into my mouth and flushed the toilet. I was going to spit it out before I opened the stall door, but then I was feeling nasty and mischievous. I zipped up and left the stall with the nugget in my mouth. I washed my hands and headed out to our table. Cornbread was there when I returned and I grabbed a pieced and shoved it into my mouth and chewed. It was so exciting knowing I was eating shit in public and right in front of a school buddy. A big swallow and shit and cornbread were heading to my belly. The flavor was bitter and didn't really taste good mixed with the food but I didn't care. I washed it down with some sweetened ice tea. "What are you grinnin' for?" he asked. I just told Blake I was having a good time. He shrugged and ate a piece of cornbread. - - - We were full an hour later and our waitress looked like she was trying to finish up with us so she could use the table for other customers. We asked for the check and she hurried off. "Let's go play some pool!" he said. "Sure, okay! But I am gonna suck." He acted like he was going to make a sarcastic remark, but then closed his mouth. After we paid for our food, I followed him to the back of the restaurant where they had billiard tables. We found an empty one and played a couple of games. He was really good and I played badly like I predicted. Still, it was fun trying to beat him anyway. After the second game we decided to go. "Well, that's another thing I'm gonna have to learn so I can beat you in it!" I told him. "Not in your lifetime dude!" I followed him back to the truck. His skin on his lower neck was freckled as it disappeared under the green fabric. I recalled how I'd almost never seen him undress in P.E. He usually stripped to a t-shirt he already had on under other clothes. I'd seen him in his underwear only for seconds as the jeans came off and gym shorts were pulled on. He never showered there. He was uncomfortable dressing around so many guys yet he let me scoot in very close to him earlier. I wondered if maybe he was just scared of someone in particular at school thinking he was gay. Maybe he was just modest when it came to dressing. I'd seen his mad glares at the brothers when they soaped each other up and he was trying to dress quickly. I gave up on analyzing his sexuality for the moment. Likely, he was just another straight dude who was cool with some male bonding. - - - At home, dad was due in late from a trip. I stripped and sat up in bed. Watching TV, I tried to stay awake to show off my hair...and my naked body. I'd almost fallen asleep when I heard the front door opening. I quickly sat up. "I'm still up dad...come check it out!" I'd left the light on while I was in bed. When he didn't come right away, I got up out of the bed and walked into the kitchen. "What do you think dad?" His eyes opened wide and he dropped his keys and lunchbox. I scrambled to help him pick it up. "Holy shit son!" "You like it?" He seemed stunned. "Uhh, yeah. It's really really nice." Then he turned to walk into the bedroom. "Put some clothes on!" I was disappointed--I guess dad wasn't interested in my attempt to seduce him. "But dad, you said it was just us two guys...it was no big deal." "It's not that, I'm grabbing my camera. You gotta send a picture to your mother. She'll shit!" I started laughing and pulled on some shorts. I stayed shirtless. Dad aimed the camera at me and I posed to show off both the haircut and my tattoo. He took a few photos and then put the camera down. "There's one for you, one for me, and one for her!" "Dad, you're sounding kind of defiant tonight." "Yeah, well I got a fantastic pay increase. I'm in a great mood!" After that, it seemed kind of weird to get naked again, so I stayed in the shorts. I heated up the barbecue and fed dad dinner. I told him all about my day and he laughed at all the funny parts. "Your buddy seems pretty cool," he said. "Is he another sex buddy?" "Dad!" I said embarrassed. "You talk like I'm some gay whore." "I didn't mean it that way. I'm just making conversation." "No dad...we're just platonic buddies. Although I wonder if he's gay or straight...I can't tell. He's kinda cute." The subject changed and we talked some more. I saw that it was nearly midnight and yawned. "You're gonna be tired in the morning at school. We can clean this up tomorrow. Let's get to bed." Dad walked into the bedroom and began pulling off his shoes and work pants. He lifted his uniform shirt off with the undershirt. In front of him, I pulled off the shorts to be naked again. Feeling rebellious still, I plopped down on top of the covers instead of covering up. "You look too comfortable...I might as well too!" Off dropped his underwear and I saw his wonderful bush, cock, and balls in full light for once. He flicked the light switch and rolled into bed. I heard him moving the covers over him and he settled on his back quickly. I lay there totally awake and horny. I closed my eyes but sleep didn't come right away. After his breathing changed to his sleep mode, I spitted on my hand and began milking my cock. I did a slow jack in hopes to get tired and just roll over. My mind wouldn't quiet down and I thought about everything from the brothers' fight to eating with Blake. The best thing of the moment was that I was in bed naked with my dad. There was a cover between us, but just knowing we were nude together was a rush. I secretly wished dad were passed out drunk--because if he was I'd be sucking his cock! It was that fantasy that made my dick erupt. I shot cum onto my belly and pubes. After it was over, tiredness set in and I rolled over uncovered. My cum lay where it fell on the bed on and my stomach. I knew if dad turned on the on any lights for any reason he'd see me nude. The idea made me happy and I fell into a nice sleep. - - - The Mohawk was the talk of the school the next day. I was suddenly a school celebrity. I didn't get called into the principal's office--after all it was just "hair." It wasn't like I came in with ears or nose pierced or more tatts. I got cheers in the gym when I entered. A couple of teachers appeared to be irked over the attention it got, but none of them made a single comment about it. The one thing I wasn't expecting was to be snubbed by Lee and Derek. During P.E., they didn't even look my way. I had my hair spiked up with some of dad's old hair gel. We ran outside most of the class and I got drenched with sweat. I hadn't thought about the hair gel dripping back down into my eyes...and it did. I kept wiping my eyes and rubbing them on my shirt. It burned but it was worth it. After we were told to go back in, I walked up to them and wedged myself between them. "Well, what you think guys? Cool or what?" "Yeah, it's cool." Lee said in a drab tone. Derek looked at me like I was a stupid fucker. He didn't talk. "What, nothing from you?" I taunted. He looked around to see that no one was close by. "I guess you'd rather go out with him anyway!" Derek snapped. He nodded over to Blake who was far ahead of us and wiping sweat from under his shirt with a towel. "Are you serious?" I gasped. They snubbed me and walked on. I followed at a distance until I reached my locker. I stripped fully and grabbed my towel. I walked right past Blake without covering myself up...towel on my shoulder. I couldn't tell if he reacted at all. I chose the shower faucet that the brothers always used before they got to it. They looked at me with disdain as I turned it on and stared right back at them. The turned on the water nozzle and faced the other way. I looked at Blake pulling his shoes on at his locker and he looked mad as usual. Derek and Lee did their usual soaping up of one another's back and chest. I soaped up and stared them down. It was hard to not get hard, but I managed to stay down. Well, I was slightly hard. I had the urge to piss badly...something not allowed in the showers. I had to go bad, so I stood close to the wall and let it flow. No one around me was really able to see. I looked out toward the lockers and found fully dressed Blake staring. He looked down instantly and grabbed his bag. He immediately fled. I walked home so confused. Was Blake into me? If so, how did the bro's know? Maybe Blake was just shocked because I was pissing in the shower. Who knew? Not me. - - - I got home and dad was up. He told me he was off that evening. I smelled food cooking and looked toward the stove. "Yeah, I'm making dinner believe it or not. We eat out too much and could use the money for other things." "Okay," I said. "I bought a pot roast. I can make it just like your grand mama used to. Haven't done it in years but it's easy to cook". I felt sad thinking about my grandmother. She was an ace cook for sure. She was so hilarious too. My only grandparent left was my mom's mother and now she was old and sick. "How was your day?" dad asked. "Well, kinda crappy. Shit happened this weekend dad." "Anything you want to talk about?" "I don't know...I mean, it's about Dee and Lee." "Y'all have a spat?" "Dad...I think the two of them like me separately as a boyfriend and the other one is jealous. Why can't we just fuck and be friends?" Dad's face was priceless. I'd shocked or embarrassed him again. "Sorry dad...see, it's kind of outside your `scope'." "Well maybe. Having sex at your age can be dramatic enough with all the emotions and hormones...well I guess it can be complicated when there's three of you." He got up and started some water to boil to make more ice tea. I pulled off my shirt and shoes. While the food cooked, I got out my algebra book and spiral notebook to begin my homework. I had to read a boring story for English because there was likely to be a quiz over it. I had to memorize the table of elements for my Science class. It took me two hours to finish the first two assignments. Dad was in the other room tending to the food and stuff. I decided to kick off my jeans to be more comfortable. I strutted into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Just before walking into the kitchen I got the whim to pull my underwear elastic down in the back to expose my crack. Doing so made the front ride down and some of my pubic hair was exposed. Dad looked me from the corner of his eye but said nothing. I got my water and went back to the bed and plopped down to read. As I read, could have sworn I heard a noise in the room. I turned around and saw nothing. I thought dad had come into the room but he wasn't there. - - - After we ate dinner, I felt kind of full. Since my body had been filling out, I was becoming more conscious of my diet. I made a decision to go jogging later in the evening. It would help to tire me out and go to sleep quickly later on. When the time came, dad was on the bed in underwear watching a cop show. Right in front of him, I pulled down my underwear and walked to the closet to slip on a pair of shorts. When I came out he looked amused. "What chu' up to Max?" "I'm going running dad. Dinner was awesome, but I wanna keep that fat off." He chuckled. "You've never had an ounce of fat on that skinny body!" "I'm not as skinny anymore...and you should go with me dad. You need to get in better shape. You drive all night...and yeah you load some of the trucks, but you need some good cardio." "You think so `coach'?" he joked. "I'm serious...but I guess maybe you're too old for it." That got him! "Hey hey hey now...wait a minute. I'm no teenager but I'm not old." "So get your ass in some shorts and head out with me!" Dad got up and walked to the closet. He spent a while digging for something he though was suitable. He found a pair that looked really nerdy. I rolled my eyes. "Dad, use a pair of mine. We're almost the same size!" - - - He had on a t-shirt but I went shirtless. We walked to the road and ran using the route I walked to school. It was along the feeder road on the shoulder but in the opposite direction of traffic. When we got to the overpass, we ran across it and down a country road. As I jogged, my dick bounced around. I was going commando and it felt great. My dick was visibly flopping around where dad could see. Dad huffed and puffed a lot. "You need to stop for a few minutes old timer?" I asked. "Keep going buddy!" he said. I knew he was dying but he had his pride. I casually slowed our pace without being too obvious. When we headed back the way we came, he was looking worn out. I had barely gotten sweaty until we changed our direction. I ran evenly with dad even though I could have passed him up in my dust. Once our apartments were in sight, I slowed to a fast walk. Dad looked relieved and pulled off his shirt. I was proud of him for trying. I grabbed my house key from my pocket and unlocked the door. We stepped out of the humidity and into the cooler air. The place was dark like we'd left it with only the small stove light on in the kitchen. Dad stood by the table sweating like crazy. I took a bottle of water from the fridge and took a swig. I walked over to him and put my arm around his shoulders. Despite the sweat his skin felt cool. "You did it man!" I told him. He drank the cold water and I kept my arm around his shoulders. When he pulled the empty bottle away, he tossed it into the living room. We stared into each other's eyes. The smell of his sweaty bodies filled my nose. The body contact was too much. I pushed my body into his and shoved my mouth onto his lips. Our chests were pressed together. It was short but sexual kiss. He looked shocked for a second but immediately both of his hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me so tight I couldn't move. His tongue rammed into my mouth with an animalistic hunger. I started kissing him back and closed my eyes. The kiss didn't break except for gasps for air as either of us tried to breathe. I don't know how long that went on...a minute or minutes. His hands slid down my wet back and into my shorts. His hot hands cupped my bare butt cheeks and he squeezed hard. I pushed my crotch into his. His kisses were so hungry. He bit my bottom lip in his lust. We moved little by little without breaking our embrace until we were in the bedroom. Dad pushed me down on the bed and then his head lay next to mine with his face in the covers. "Oh my god I wanted this for so long!" he choked. To be continued.