Date: Sun, 15 May 2016 10:46:48 -0500
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Redneck Brothers And Shit Pt 8

Redneck Brothers And Shit Pt 8

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My sweaty dad was on top of me.  We lay on his bed shirtless just
after I kissed him.  He told me he had wanted this for a long time and
then we rolled around making out.  Dad's hands were all in my shorts
either grabbing my ass or squeezing my hard cock.  His stiff dick
poked me in the leg.  I wanted him naked though.

"Let's get naked dad!"

He moved up and shoved his shorts off and tossed them behind us.  I
pulled mine off and put them on the carpet beside the bed.  I looked
down at his penis.  Its head was perfectly shaped like a small
mushroom with what looked like seven inches of cock meat.  Below that
was a gorgeous pair of hairy balls.  I reached for it and slowly
stroked him.  My eyes bored into his.

He pulled me to him again and kissed, but slower and with great
passion.   I moved down his face and sucked on his neck like Lee did
to me.  In the next hour my mouth roamed over every inch of my father
and I tasted every orifice.  He got a royal tongue washing.  My
favorite part was his asshole. I stuck my tongue down as deep as it
would go.  I didn't let him know that I bumped into the tip of a log.
It tasted bitter and the texture was stiff.

He didn't say much---he just moaned a lot and stroked his dick (when I
wasn't jacking or sucking on it).  He finally moved over on top of me.

"Have you been fucked son?"

"Yeah dad...my hole's been rammed a few times!"

He chuckled and pushed my legs up to my chest.  I held them there
while he took his turn rimming me.  I closed my eyes in bliss as dad's
lips kissed all up and down my taint and crack. I heard and felt him
sniffing deeply.  I wanted to fart for him but was sure he would
freak.  I knew I hadn't shit for a day so I couldn't be empty.  Dad
didn't worry about me being sweaty and dirty down there at all.

His tongue licked all over before he began spitting profusely into my
hole.  He used a finger to push the saliva inside.  When I didn't
protest, he slid in two fingers and opened me up by spreading them.  I
quietly farted.  He spit into the open hole before I felt it close.
More spit came as well as fingers.  Then I felt it.

Dad slid his dick's head in first and I flinched.  It hurt a little.
He pushed a few inches in and I gasped.

"Ouch!"

"You want me to pull out? He asked.

"Hell no...I wanna get fucked!"

He pushed all the way in and I wrapped my legs around his waist.  Dad
lay on top of me with his face above me and slowly rode my hole.  His
eyes stared into mine the entire time.  I was feeling so many emotions
for my dad...love, lust, and exhilaration...physical feelings ranged from
dizziness, heat, and tingling.

Dad's face was flushed and sweaty.  My body was ringing wet...both of us
were sweating despite the conditioner that was blowing chilled air
into the room.  I could feel dad's dick pressing deeply into my ass.
Surely he realized it wasn't empty--but he never stopped pumping me.

Dad dad fucked with concentration.   I began to smell some shit odors
from below him.  I suspected his dick must be streaked with my brown
sludge.

"Kiss me dad!  Kiss me and fuck me good at the same time!" I told him.

Dad grinned devilishly and his head moved down.  His sexy full lips
met mine and his tongue slid inside.  That connection set him off.
Dad humped harder and groaned--his mouth never left mine though.

"Urghhhh...ahhhh.....mmmmm"

He came for a long time it seemed.  Then he collapsed onto his side.
Without missing a beat, I immediately moved my mouth to his cock to
clean it off and suck out the last drops of cum.  I frantically sucked
the gooey mess off it as I jacked off in a frenzy.  My cum flew in the
air in an arc landing on him and me both.

It took him about thirty seconds after I came to realize what was
going on.  I kept sucking until then.  He reached to my head and his
dick slid out of my mouth.

"Oh Max, let me wash that off before you do that.  It's all dirty!"

"I know dad--I like it dirty!"

I said it matter-of-factly.  He looked shocked for just a second then smiled.

"That was so great dad...I loved it!"

He stroked the thick strip of hair on my head.

"I shouldn't be doing this...but I know you wanted it bad the way you've
been coming on to me for days.  You've basically been beggin' for it
Max."

"Fuck yeah dad, I've been trying everything to get you to notice me.
You're fuckin' hot for an older dude!"

Dad laughed.

"Well for any dude!" I explained.

"Thanks I guess..."

I put my hands on his dick and played with it.  It was at half-mast
but looked very sexy.

"God son...I hope I haven't scarred you for life.  But it seems like it
was something we both had to get out of our systems."

"Hell yeah.  And say...where'd you learn to fuck like that dad?  Seems
like you know your way around a man's body already.  Care to share?"

"Oh man...haha.  You don't beat around the bush--no pun intended."

"Well?  Tell me!"

"Okay, okay...come scoot up next to your old man.  I want that hot body
next to me while I spill my guts."

I smiled and rolled up next to him so he was spooning me.  His dick
nestled in my cracked (which was oozing his cum).

"Your mom married a gay man, Maxwell."

"Whoa dad...I just thought you had some pent up bi stuff blowing up in there."

"Well, I guess I thought I could be bisexual at one time, but it was
clear that I wasn't just after you were born."

"Mom had no clue?"

"Oh no, she knew exactly what she got into..."

Dad explained how he dated my mom in hopes of losing his virginity and
hoping it would wash those "twisted" thoughts from his head.  Mom was
no virgin he said...in fact she was very popular with the guys.  Yet
after they started having sex, she got pregnant.  Dad told her about
his constant fantasies about men but she thought it wasn't too freaky
and kind of hot.  The got married for reasons of friendship,
companionship, tradition, and mostly for me.

"Your mom was kind of kinky Max...but she never suggested a threesome
with anyone even though she knew it turned me on to think about it
with another man--even if the man and I just did her.  I looked at her
Playgirls with her.  We made jokes about it like `isn't that guy over
there hot?' It was when you were about nine years old she met that
church going lady and well...you know the rest.  She got in with `the
lord' and all that.  We knew the marriage was a sham...stopped having
any sex.  She thought homosexuality was a sin and I disagreed.  She
wanted me to go to church with her so I left and well...here we are."

"Damn dad...I had no idea you were into cock."

"None of my story shocks you other than you had no idea I was into
cock?" dad said.

"I'm kinda shocked but I'm glad it's true.   I've been fantasizing
myself about us doing all kinds of things."

"You mean like when you're beating off naked right next to me?"

My face flushed red.

"Dad--you faker!  I thought you were asleep all those times."

"Times?  I just caught you at it once.  You did it more than once?"

I looked the other way.

"Never mind dad."

"And I told you I didn't care if you slept naked, but you made a huge
effort to strut around and show your goods at any chance.  I'd be
blind or stupid to not notice Maxwell."

"It's just Max dad."

I was feeling embarrassed then.

"What gay man wouldn't have fantasies about a nice looking son like you?"

Dad put his arms around me and we kissed.  I couldn't get enough of
it.  He made kissing so erotic.  It was so different than with the
brothers.  Dad seemed to have forgotten I'd just sucked my shit off
his dick.  The thought of our tongues dueling after I cleaned him off
got me really horny again.   I wondered if dad really forgot about it
or if he liked it too.

"So you're not gonna have any crazy guilt hang ups about this are you
dad?  I mean I've seen all the daytime talk shows about family sex.
I'm not trippin' and you didn't spoil me or take my innocence away.  I
liked what we did and I sure as hell would love to fuck again."

"Hell son, if you're okay with it all I'm game.  I won't have to drive
over to the truck stop anymore for a blow and go."

My dick twitched his confession.

"Damn dad...you can take me to the truck stop and I'll blow you!  That
would be so hot to do in a dirty stinkin' stall!"

We rolled around again and ended up in a sixty-nine.  Dad had
recovered and was ready to work up another load.  This time there was
no rush and we savored each other's crotches and poles.  After the
second round, he was tired out and we took a cool shower together.  We
watched TV after that.  Snuggled up naked next my dad I slept like a
baby.

- - -

Some guys teased me the next day in one of my classes.  They said I
was acting giddy like I got laid the night before.  I didn't know I
was acting differently than usual.  I just blew off their comments but
felt smug knowing I had indeed gotten laid--by my father!

I was unusually hungry all that morning even though I had eaten
breakfast.  I couldn't wait for lunch.  When it finally came, I hauled
ass to the food line and bumped into Lee--literally.

"Whoa man!" he said.

He sounded neither friendly nor mad.

"What chu' guys up to?" I asked as the line moved and we grabbed trays.

"Same ol' shit different day," he laughed.

At least he was talking to me.  He got his lunch and paid for it
before me but was still grabbing some napkins just outside the line
when I exited it.  He moved to sit at a table full of guys.

"Dude, come sit over here by me.  Just us." I said.

His face had no particular expression.  He followed me and sat down.
He immediately started eating.

"Can you wait a minute before stuffing your face?"

"Sorry man," he mumbled.  "I'm starving!"

"So what's going on man?  Are you two still mad at each other or what?
 Are you mad at me?"

He swallowed with a gulp.

"I was kind of pissed `cause I thought you were hooking up with Blake.
I don't want him to know all our business.  And yeah...I guess I was
kinda sweet on you."

"Blake and I are just friends...like you and me.  I like you and your
brother--you're cool to hang with.

Then I spoke in even a much lower voice.

"Besides that, you are both fucking hot as hell.  You're studs...and
you're as sick and perverted as I am.  I like having sex with you guys
and hanging out."

There was no one near us and we both appeared to be eating and talking
to anyone who looked at us.  Yet, he seemed nervous.

"Why are you acting twitchy man?" I asked in a regular voice.  "You
two usually don't care what anyone says about you.  Are you thinking
people are guessing we're faggots because we're alone at a table?"

"I dunno man.  They might."

"Well, don't you think they would accuse you as being queers after
seeing you soap each other up in the shower?  I mean, that's not
normal to most guys...even if you're bro's."

His face went red and his expression angry.  I regretted saying that
immediately, but I tried to play it off.

"So, if they don't care if you're washing each other up naked as
jaybirds, then why would they give a fuck if you sit and eat with a
buddy?"

He shrugged and looked less mad.  At least I didn't mention the fact
they were the football team stars with no girlfriends at all.

"I'm flattered that you feel kinda mushy for me dude...but we're just
friends.  I wanna stay friends--okay?"

He shrugged.

"OKAY?" I said.

"Yeah, man.  We're cool."

"So what about your brother?"

"I don't know...he's weird."

I didn't get it...he wasn't talking.

"Well he acted weird even when I fooled around with your dad this last
time but the first time no one gave a fuck.   Maybe we should cool it
with ALL sex for now dude.  I'll just chill it with all three of you."

"WAIT!  You don't have to do that.  I really love your shit man!"

He looked startled for a few seconds.  Then we both burst out laughing.

"Okay, well I do love our nasty play man for sure.  I just don't want
things to get fucked up again."

"Well, my brother's another story.  I'll talk to him later after we
get home from work."

"I'm curious.  How often do you and him have sex at home?" I asked.

"Just about every night...sometimes it's just fucking or sucking but we
play with shit at least once a week.  You know, I sometimes I get
tired of his shit.  Yours tastes better."

I started laughing again.

"This conversation would sound so fucked up if anyone actually heard
it!" I said.

"Yeah, I know man."

The bell rang and we got up.

"Where's Derek?"

"He sat down a long time ago after we did.  See..."

I'd been facing the wall the whole time.  I looked back and saw Derek
getting up from a table of random classmates.  He tossed his cardboard
tray in the trash and wiped his mouth on his sleeve.  My dick shifted
in my pants as I admired his muscular back flexing through the thin
fabric of his shirt.  No--I definitely didn't want to give up sex with
either of those studs.

- - -

After school, I went home to an empty apartment.  Dad wasn't there but
he wasn't due to leave to work until the evening.  I stripped naked
and waited for him to get back.  An hour later he came in with bags of
groceries.

"Gonna cook real food again today dad?" I asked?

He put the bags down on the table and walked over to me. He looked me
up and down before sliding his arms around my waist and kissing me on
the mouth.

"Good day at school bud?"

"Yeah, it was kind of okay.  I talked to Lee and we might have sorted
some of the drama out."

"Oh good.  It's always good to clear up misunderstandings."

As he let go his left hand grazed down to squeeze my butt cheek.  I
got hard.  It was nice to be naked and hard in front of him.  He
looked over at me smiling and put the groceries away.

"Yeah, I'm gonna cook real food.  You could do some of the cooking
yourself sometimes--you know?"

He winked at me and put the last can up.

"You wanna have a go at it now dad?"

"I know you're horny, but I gotta start this food so it's ready before
I leave.  I might wanna nap too."

"Cool," I said disappointedly.

"Don't worry...I do wanna be with you like that again."

I sat on a chair by the table and put my feet up on it.  I put my
hands behind my head and closed my eyes as I relaxed there.  I heard
dad opening a package of something.  A smoky smell emanated from the
burner he'd turned on at the stove.  With my eyes closed and head
back, I slid my hands to my dick and lightly jacked it.  I stretched
my legs and wiggled my toes.  Then there was an abrupt noise at the
stove.  I opened my eyes and dad pushed the skillet off the burner.

"Fuck it!  Get your ass on the bed!" he said.

I hopped up and rushed to the bedroom and fell onto the bed on my
back.  I pulled my knees to my chest.

"Not that way...get on all fours!"

I grinned and did as he asked.  I squatted on the edge of the bed and
then got on my hands and knees--ass in the air.  Dad bent his body over
above my crack and sniffed.

"Mmmmm, smells delicious!" he groaned.

Dad got on his knees past the bed and spread my butt open with his
hands.  I felt his hot breath before his tongue began lapping my hole.
I had shit in the morning and had not showered after P.E. class.  It
was far from clean down there.  He ate it hungrily.  I moaned and
enjoyed his oral munching.  He slurped and slurped.  After about ten
minutes, he grabbed his underwear and pulled them off.  He tossed them
under me.  I picked them up and sniffed them.

I heard him spit and then he entered me.  He slid in all the way with
one slow and controlled movement.  There was a slight bit of pain, but
I didn't care.  He started out slow but eventually built up to a
steady pump.  My ass felt good and full as dad fucked me.  I reached
under me and jacked off while I got laid from the backside.

Now and then he reached up and stroked my back or rubbed my shoulders.
The bed wiggled as he stood on the floor banging me.  He got faster
and faster and I suspected the end was near.

"Don't cum Max, I wanna suck you off!"

I let go of my dick but I was afraid I was going to cum even after my
hands were off if it.  I tried to think of something else to deter the
orgasm.  Dad pumped faster and faster and then he groaned.  He was
obviously cumming in my ass.  As he slowed down and pulled out, I
twisted around and sucked his dick clean.  He didn't stop me.  I
sucked until I felt he was totally done for and every pearl of cum
sucked out.

"Lay on your back son."

I lay back flat and he pulled a pillow from the head of the bed and
pushed it lightly under my head.  Dad moved over me in a sixty-nine
position, but wasn't offering me his dick.  He started sucking me and
pushed his ass onto my face.  I dug in!

Dad's hole was funky and sticky.  I could taste shit and saltiness of
dried sweat.  I sucked on his hole and made the pucker swell out a
little.  My tongue squeezed inside and he seemed to be empty.  I made
out with his ass like it was another man's mouth.  He sucked me like a
pro.

After dad exited my hole, I temporarily lost my urge to shoot my load.
Now I was enjoying the tongue massage to my dick and balls.  Dad
licked all over...my nuts, dick, taint, and in the sweaty cleft between
my thighs and ball sac.  I rubbed my nose all over his wet and sticky
asshole.

"Can I finger it dad?"

"Okay Max."

I got my middle finger wet with saliva and slid it into his wet hole.
I found a stray nugget halfway in.  I wondered how I would manage to
get it out...but I wanted it bad.   Dad was busy sucking me, so I
finger-fucked for a minute or two.  Then in one quick move, I dug the
nugget out and plopped it into my mouth.  The minute the nugget landed
on my tongue, I started shooting.  Dad moaned as I shot my jizz.  The
orgasm was so intense.  Just knowing it was dad's shit in my mouth had
made me cum instantly.  I swallowed the nugget in a gulp.  Dad sucked
and milked out every last drop from my rod.

After I came, dad rolled over on his back out of breath.  He looked
over at me and we both laughed.

"That was good huh dad?"

"Hell yeah buddy!"

I moved over to lick his nipples and sat with my legs straddling his
waist.  I rubbed my ass on his dick.  Unexpectedly, I farted and some
cum drooled out.  I used it to slide back and forth on his deflating
rod.   He stayed semi-hard.

"Don't sit too hard on my stomach buddy, I gotta piss."

"I want it dad!  Piss in my mouth!"

"You sure son?"

"DAD!"

"Okay okay..."

I moved down and put his half limp penis in my mouth.  Nothing
happened for almost a minute.

"You gotta let go of it.  Just put your mouth close to it until it starts."

"Okay dad,"

His suggestion worked.  A yellow trickle jumped from his pisshole onto
his bush.  I put my lips around it and more came.  First a little--and
then a lot.  Finally the full gusher came and I swallowed over and
over to keep up.  I almost told him to stop but I didn't want to lose
any of this wonderful golden liquid.  The stream slowed to a trickle
again and he was done.

"You're a sexual wonder, Max!"

"Why do you say that?" I laughed.

"You are turned on by everything.  And everything about you turns me on."

"That's nice dad," I said.

"You really don't look your age.  I know you turn 16 next week but you
look 18 already.  So tall and you even got some hair in your ass
crack!"

I smiled big.  It made me feel good to know that dad thought I looked
like a man...not a boy.  I felt so happy lying naked with my father in
our sexual afterglow.

I moved up into his arms and we made out.  I burped from his piss.  As
I tried to move away he pulled me to him.  Then I farted.  It was
dad's jizz leaking from my hole again.  Dad moved his hand to my ass
and his long middle finger dug around in my slimy hole as we continued
to kiss.  I farted again heard a squirt sound.

"Yikes, sorry dad!"

He said nothing.  He brought his hand to my mouth and slid his fingers
covered in his own cum into my mouth.  I licked them clean.  He went
back for more.  Knowing he was getting off on it, I pushed and farted
as hard as I could to expel more of his cum.  He rubbed the goo around
my lips and stuck his fingers in my nose. That really surprised me!

"You said you like it nasty Max!"

"Oh fuck dad, you don't know the half of it!"

I snorted in the shitty cum into nasal passage and sucked the rest off
his fingers.  It smelled like cum and ass juices.  He surprised me by
kissing me and licking my mouth clean.  He even licked my nostrils.  I
squeezed him so tight he gasped.

"I love you dad.  You're so awesome!"

He didn't say anything.  We just stayed there hugging each other
tightly.  I realized dad was shedding years of loneliness and
frustration by the emotional and physical grip he had on me.  I closed
my eyes and savored our extreme closeness.

- - -

Needless to say, those pork chops didn't get fried that night.  Dad
put it all back in the fridge and we ate peanut butter sandwiches
before he left for work.  I watched TV after he left for a few hours,
but I couldn't get our last experience out of my head.  I kept
replaying dad fucking me and then hand-feeding me his cum from my
oozing hole.

Getting fucked must have pushed my load up far into my ass because I
didn't need to shit until way after that fuck.  I stretched out on the
bed and my back was sore from P.E. class.  So, even though it was late
at night, I turned off the TV and ran hot water for a bath.  I hadn't
taken a bath in a tub for years.  The hot water sounded soothing to
me.

After the tub was mostly full, I slowly scooted in.  I was way too
tall for it, so I lay on my back with legs sticking out and stretched
over the faucet.  This allowed my back, shoulders, and ass, to be in
the water.  I relaxed and enjoyed the heat.  The hot water, however,
stimulated my asshole and I began farting.  The farts smelled rich and
shitty--like the kind you make when you gotta take a big dump but have
to hold it for some reason.

A finger in my ass proved I had to shit.  I just lay there enjoying
the heat under my back.  I farted more and stinky air bubbled out of
the water.  I felt like I was in a fart-scented steam room.  Then I
thought how cool it would be to shit in the tub while I bathed.  From
then on, I pushed trying to coax it out--but that made me tense up.  I
decided to relax and just sit there in the end.

I thought about all kinds of things...my dad, the brothers--even their
dad.  I fantasized about Blake even.  I felt sleepy but horny as I
felt the tip of a turd pressing to get out.  I pushed internally and
felt it emerging.  It was hard to tell if it was coming out or what.
I knew it was stuck there but wasn't sure if it was moving.  Then I
reached down there and my hand bumped into a huge log.  I had given
birth under water to a prized turd.

I grabbed it and brought it to my nose to admire it.  I inhaled and
savored its pungent scent.  It was steaming from my ass and the hot
water.  I held it over my mouth and I began licking it all over.  It
was smooth for the most part.  The bulbous end was knotty but
compressed.  The other end was beautifully tapered.  I wasn't sure
where to begin, but I knew I wanted to eat this thing.

I began munching on the thick end.  The nuggets that were pressed
together were smooth on the outside of the turd, but once I bit in I
felt the individual nugget shapes and separated a few with my tongue.
They were chewy and a little dry.  I turned my head aside and sucked
in some of the hot bathwater to loosen it up.  As I chewed I dipped
the log back under the water to keep it warm.  It took a minute or so
to get all of the chewy stuff down.  My teeth were caked with shit.
My hard dick stuck up out of the water.

Next, I chewed a few more bites of smoother shit.  It was less bitter
and had a sweet aftertaste (like an artificial sweetener).  A quick
swallow and that portion was gone.  I fucked my mouth with the rest of
it.  I let my jaw teeth graze the sides and scraped small parts off.
I had the urge to shit again while the original shit was in my mouth.
I pushed my hole out and out deposited mushy shit into the bath.  It
was soggy, but it managed to float in the water by my nut sac.

I kept on chewing on the nice soft end of the turd and then forced it
all into my mouth.  My jaws bulged like a hamster. I closed my mouth
around it and bit down.  I was in heaven as I fantasized dad I had
locked my lips around dad's pucker and he shitted a full load into my
mouth.  I reached for the loose shit floating around and rubbed it all
over my chest.  I had to shit again and forced out as much as would
come.   I opened my mouth to ease the pressure of my jaws and shitty
spit drooled down my chin.  Being so nasty made my cock hard as a rock
and I knew I wanted to cum again.

The water was cooling and half of it had a brown tone.  I wiggled my
body and swooshed the water around.  It became a nasty shit soup and
it really stank.  I spit some of the shit on my full mouth into my
hand and smeared it onto my cock. Precum was already drooling from my
piss slit and hanging in the air.  The smooth shit was perfect lube.
I began beating off as I started to chew.  I was going to finish that
log even though my jaws ached from the volume forced in there!  I was
basically laying in a huge toilet and loved it.

I chewed and swallowed intermittently.  I kept stopping myself from
cumming to make sure I ate everything in my mouth first.  It must have
taken me ten minutes of chewing and slow swallowing to ingest it all.
After the last lump was swallowed, I began spurting cum all over.  I'd
been edging for over thirty minutes so the orgasm was long and
intense.

When I finally finished, I looked at the masterpiece before me.  My
dick was covered in brown sludge with chunks of shit stuck on the
bottom of it.  I wished I had dad's polaroid camera in the bathroom
with me to document this moment in my shit history.  I felt such a
sense of accomplishment.  That was the most shit I'd eaten of my own
and in a single session.  When I ate shit with the brothers, they ate
most of it...I was proud of my new record.

Cum was all over my hand and some dripped down into the water as I
brought my hand up to eat some.  Then I heard the front door!

I bolted up in sheer panic!  I jumped out and locked the door.  I
tried scooping out the shit in the tub and plopped it into the toilet
making a bigger mess on the floor.  There were shitty footprints from
my move to lock the door.  The room stunk like a sewer.  How could I
have taken so long and forgot about dad coming home?

"You still up Max?" dad said through the door.

"Yeah dad, I had an upset stomach and took a nasty shit...gotta take a
shower to clean my ass!" I yelled.

I moved the knob to release the tub's drain stopper.

"Okay man...I'll be fixing some food."

My heart raced and I felt sick.  The topic of food and my nervous
stomach kept me on the verge of puking.  The panic and fear had messed
with my head and now the shit was repulsive.  I had to keep myself
from gagging as the water drained from the tub and I scooped pieces of
shit mush from the water and put them in the commode.  I hurled once
and tasted peanut butter mixed with bitter shit.   Acid rose in my
throat as I forced myself to swallow it back down.

I flushed it and started up the shower.  Inside the shower I mashed
the remaining shit bits into the stainless steel drain and it was
gone.  Then I jumped out and grabbed the can of Ajax and dumped it all
over the tub.  I got a washcloth and wiped it all over trying to scrub
as the water sprayed all over.   I got out and flushed the toilet one
more time.  After I soaped up my body and scrubbed hard, I finally got
out and got a towel to dry myself.  My hands were shaking and my legs
felt wobbly.

It was quiet with the water off and I couldn't hear any noises from
the apartment.  Once dry, I brushed my teeth and gargled well.  I put
on deodorant.  I sniffed my arms and shoulder and just smelled soap,
but my hands totally smelled shitty even thought I'd nearly scrubbed
them raw.

After I was dry, I tiptoed out.  Dad was lying on the bed naked.  I
heard him semi-snoring.  I had no idea how long I'd been in the
shower.  I tiptoed to the kitchen to drink some coke to take the
Listerine mouthwash (and any remaining shit) scent out my mouth.  Dad
had microwaved a frozen dinner and the smell of meatloaf lingered in
the kitchen.

Satisfied that I was cleaned up, I quietly walked to the bedroom.  I
slid under the covers and tried to stay far from dad in case I smelled
like turds.  I felt nervous and jittery until the stress turned into
fatigue and I passed out.

- - -

When I woke up, dad's arms were around me and he was spooning me.  His
bad morning breath smelled sexy and I got hard from our body contact.
Apparently, I'd cleaned up enough that he didn't smell my shit.  I
tried to go back to sleep but then the fucking alarm went off.  Dad
yawned and kissed me.

"Time to get up sexy!" he mumbled.

"You want me to skip school today and we fuck all day?" I asked.

"I have a feeling we'll be doing that plenty...get your ass up and get
ready for school."

He rolled over and was asleep in seconds.  I dragged myself up went to
the bathroom.  I smelled only the remnants of the Ajax clean and was
relieved.  I soaped up my head with hot water and shaved my head
around the Mohawk (that was all I had to do for the Mohawk).  I put
clothes on and had cereal.   After I ate, I pulled on my boots.  After
I sprayed and dried my Mohawk in short spikes, I headed to school.

On the walk to school, reality hit me and I began to relive the
minutes of panic from the evening before.  I thought how fucking
stupid it was to not watch the clock so late.  I had assumed dad's
shipment and route would have taken much longer.

Between first and second periods, I stopped Derek in the hall.

"We all good man?" I said discreetly walking beside him.

"Yeah man...my brother talked to me."

He appeared to be normal again but it was hard to tell for sure.
Neither of them was "talkers" in the hallway and didn't even talk much
at lunch.  Right after that he stopped talking but kept walking with
me.

"I want you guys to grab your food and meet me outside at lunch--I got
a crazy story for you!

- - -

When lunch came, I got my food and headed straight outside on the
concrete benches.  The only people that ever ate outside were some of
the foreign exchange students or those who'd moved from other
countries.  Texans preferred to stay away from flies and the heat.  So
I was alone outside for the moment.

Five minutes later the bros came.  They looked confused about why they
had to come out and eat under the sun.  When they sat down I made sure
we were totally alone and I rattled off my story.  In the end I had
the guys rolling.  It was funny and exciting to retell it--I even had a
boner in my pants.  They were howling over it all.

"Too bad you can't just come out to your dad as a shit lover.  He
already knows your gay.  Just be done with an tell him the rest."

"Look who's talking...you guys are in the closet at school like me."

"Yeah," Lee said, "but not at home.  We have total freedom at home and
it's great.  We can strut around naked, have sex, eat shit...and our dad
even joins in on some of the fun.  We can smoke anytime we want and
even have a beer if we wanted."

"Yeah man...well I don't know if my dad would be so cool."

I wondered--maybe he would.  He and I were having sex that already had
contained watersports and some light scat.

"I'm still hungry man...I'm getting another slice of that pizza!" Derek said.

He stood up to go back in.

"You need to lay off the pizza buddy!" I said and patted his belly.

Their bodies were perfectly muscular but their stomachs were not flat like mine.

"Look you skinny fucker--I'm hungry and I'm getting two slices now!" Derek joked.

We laughed and stood up to walk back inside.  I bought a bottle of
cold water and they got more food.

"You wanna come over after school on Friday night?" Lee asked.

"Duh!"

"Okay, meet us after class at the truck.  Don't shower that day and
don't take a shit!  Save a big load up!"

I was surprised he was talking like that back inside the building.
There was no one around...I guess my previous conversation loosened them
up.  The bell rang and I separated from them and went on my way.

- - -

On Wednesday, I decided to hold my shit that dad so I could make a
huge load for them on Friday night.  It wasn't too tough.  I had the
urge to go every time I took a piss.  Dad and I did laundry that night
down the street and I was farting a lot.

"Dang son, maybe you need to go unload.  They're gonna deem this place
a biohazard!"

He waved his hand in the air and we laughed over it, but while I stood
and watched the clothes drying in the huge circular door I could see
dad's reflection in its glass.  He looked down at me and rubbed his
crotch through his jeans.

Sweat rolled down my back. It was humid as fuck outside and there was
nothing but two trembling ceiling fans trying to cool the hot place.
The door was propped open by a newspaper dispenser.  Tired of burning
up, I pulled my shirt off and wiped my sweat with it.  I turned to dad
and let him see me wipe my steaming pits dry.  Then I tossed the shirt
on his face.  The only person there was an old African American lady
reading a newspaper up front.  We sat near the back by the other
propped open door.

Dad pulled the shirt to his face and sniffed hard.  I was surprised at
his boldness.

"Smell good dad?"

"Smells like you Max!"

I laughed.

"What do I smell like dad?"

"Right now?"

"I mean in general."

"Hmmm, you have that teen sweat smell when you get home from school
sometimes if you don't shower.  When you get up in the morning you
have a totally different essence.  When I get home from work and
you're in bed I can tell if you beat off by sniffing under the
covers."

"Wow, sounds like you're really into my scents dad!

"Well, now I can confess Max...when you're at school I'd been sniffing
your dirty drawers."

"Fuck dad, that's hot--you sniff the crotch or the ass crack?"

Dad looked over at the woman.  I guess I'd gotten a little excited.

"Sorry dad...I'll talk lower.  But tell me!"

His face turned a little red.  I adored that.  He shrugged.

"I dunno son, I guess all of it."

My cock was growing hard in my flimsy nylon baggy shorts.  I wanted to
pull it out on the back row out of view from the woman and jerk a load
I was so horny.  Then I farted again.

"Damn son!"

The dryer stopped and it was time to fold the first batch of clothes."

We sucked each other off the minute we got back in the apartment.
We'd sucked in a sixty-nine position and it was really hot.  After
clothes were put up, we snuggled on the bed until we fell asleep.

- - -

It never rained the night before and it became even more hot and
humid.  I struggled Thursday morning trying not to fart in class.  I
had to shit like crazy, but I wanted to save it for the guys.  At home
that night I finger-dug out a few nuggets and it relieved some
pressure.  I didn't have sex with dad as he left early for a double
shipment and didn't get home until 4am.

At lunch on Friday, I didn't dare eat but a small bag of chips with no
Coke.  I drank a few times from the water fountains but that was it.
Running outdoors in P.E. was a change from having to sit and wiggle a
lot in earlier classes.  When we did sit-ups I was really cramping and
had to strain to hold it.

Blake held my feet while I did sit-ups.  I didn't do too well.

"Fuck you're a weakling today...or are you sick?  You don't look good." He said.

"Yeah, my stomach's fucked up.   I'll live probably."

He laughed at my sarcasm and then I moved to hold his feet.  I was in
misery and couldn't wait to get the fuck out of there.

"Keep on you runt!  You can do it farm boy!" I teasingly coached.

He grunted trying to squeeze in the extra reps.  I glanced down at has
crotch and noticed strange lumps where his penis pushed against his
shorts.  When he stopped and gave up he looked up at me with raised
eyebrows.  I just looked away and stood up.

When we were finally dismissed to the locker room, I decided to put my
jeans back on.  My shorts were sweaty and my ass itched.  I'd not worn
any underwear under my shorts while we had been jogging earlier.  The
damp was making me feel chafed.

I barely spoke to Blake and headed to my locker.   I peeled off my
shorts and pulled on jeans and briefs before I headed outside with my
backpack to wait for the guys.  I waited five, ten and then fifteen
minutes.  I almost ran inside to go take a shit to be out of that
agony.  Just then I saw them and sighed with relief.

"Hurry up man `coz I am about to lay a shit bomb if we don't get out of here!"

Both of their faces lit up.  Lee hurried to get the doors unlocked and
started the engine.  He turned on the radio and we flew out of the
parking lot onto the road to the highway.  I thought I was farting...but
then I realized some shit oozed out.  The smell was immediate.

Then I couldn't hold it anymore.  My ass ring gave up and relaxed--I
felt it squishing and gushing out! My pants kept filling and filling.
After thick shit oozed then hear squeaks as runny shit spewing into my
jeans.

"Dude, I don't think there's any reason to hurry now." I said calmly.

Derek's nose rose in the air like a hound finding a scent in the air.
I farted and more shit oozed into out into my soggy underwear.

"Whoa man...holy fuck!" Lee said with a devilish grin.

"Sorry man!"

"Why? We're still gonna feed off you.  Just because you shit your
pants doesn't mean it will taste worse."

I nodded with agreement.  My dick agreed and hardened.  Lee unzipped
his pants and pulled his dick out as he drove on.  Derek followed.

"That smell is making me so horny!" Lee said.

I didn't take my dick out but I rubbed it through the denim that
smothered it.  I'd been stressing out holding the load all day but
after it was released, I felt relaxed.   The relief of having finally
taken that backed up shit load must have released some kind of
endorphins.

We drove on until we reached their property and Lee turned onto their
gravel drive.  Away from the view of the road, they started pulling
off their clothes.  Their boots were placed in the front seat next to
the rest of their clothes.  Lee took the keys and they walked naked to
the front door and unlocked it.

"You're not going in like that!  Dad will bitch.  Let's get piggy out
here and I'll hose you off later!"

Each of them pulled me onto the wooden deck. One of them pulled off my
shirt and the other helped me out of my boots.  Derek unzipped my
pants and took my cock out through the opening of my briefs.  My shit
packed underwear felt steamy and hot.  Derek gave me head while Lee
pulled my arm up and started eating out my pit.

I closed my eyes and breathed out.  When he finished one side he went
to the other.  I knew they stank as I purposely didn't bathe or put on
deodorant that morning.  To Derek's surprise, I let go a load of piss
down his throat.  He thirstily drank it down.

After my pits were tongue washed, Lee reached around my slim waist and
undid the waist button of my pants.  Then the pulled them down to my
knees.  Sweat poured down my back in the extreme humidity.  Thick dark
clouds formed above us.

"Hey bro, get back here and look at this!"

Derek pulled my cock from his mouth and burped. He stepped behind me
with his brother.

"Oh nice man...your tightie-whities aren't so white back here anymore.
You've got a massive brown spot back here.  Not even a spot...more like
a spill."

"Let's pull it down together bro!

The two of them got on their knees behind me and first pulled the
tight elastic away.  The elastic felt glued to my skin as it was
pulled away.  Then each of them slid a hand over my hip and grabbed
the material.  They pulled it off in slow motion.  I heard smacking
sounds as the caked on shit tried to separate from the suction held by
the underwear.  I felt a whoosh of air from the breeze between my legs
and a pungent steaminess wafted up from below.

The pulled off my pants and then let the underwear drop to my socks.
I stepped out of the underwear and turned around.  I was shocked to
see how much mushy shit I had dumped into them.  There were like
several shades of brown.  My shit looked pasty in places and smooth in
others.  The shit had filled totally to the size of each butt cheek.

Derek pulled them wrong side out.  Then he bit into the sludge that
looked like soft fudge.  He scraped it off the cotton fabric with his
front teeth.  He passed it to Lee who chewed off a chunk.  Each of
them chewed and swallowed before taking another bite.  Then the
underwear was handed to me.  While I tasted my creamy turd meat, the
two of them attached my ass with their mouths and faces.

Each hungrily licked and smacked their mouths loudly sucking the shit
off.  I felt teeth scraping the goo off my ass cheeks and up my crack.
Lee ran his hand over the mess and then started jacking me with it.

On a whim, I turned my underwear wrong side in and pulled them over my
head.  The ass part of my underwear as draped on my face.   It was
rank I could hardly breath.  I sucked on my dirty shit drawers like I
was in piggy heaven.  The taste was mild to bitter.  Then I closed my
eyes and pressed the fabric to my face.  Now the material was glued on
to my face with barely any way to breathe and no way to see.

Below, they ate it like it was chocolate.  The two of them just loved
shit for its flavor and ate it like they were starving.  I heard
grunting, smacking, and moans below.

I heard the front door open and I heard their dad.

"Fuck you oinkers are at it again!"

He laughed heartily and stepped outside.  I heard a spattering sound
and pulled the underwear up over my eyes.   He began to piss all over
us taking turns to get each of us wet.  The smell was toxic and sexy
at the same time.  After he pissed he just went back inside like he'd
never been there.

Lee dug around in my ass and found even more sludge.  His digging
released a damn and I heard a squishing sound.  Wet diarrhea-like
liquid squirted him in the face.  Derek ducked down to stick his
tongue out and get more.

"You know if you go too long it backs up your system...then your guts
expel everything trying to get it all out!" Lee said.

"How long did you hold this one?" Derek said.

"Uh, about three days."'

Lee whistled.

"I bet you had some great logs but they got all squashed in this mess."

"I like it this way!" Derek said.

I turned around and took the soggy diaper-like underwear and smeared
Lee's face with it.  When I stopped it was totally brown.  Next I did
the same to his brother, but I crammed the shittiest leftover part
into his mouth. He sucked it animatedly and we laughed.  He pulled it
out and stuck out his tongue.  Derek moved over and took Lee's tongue
into his mouth.  Thunder boomed in the distance.

I jacked off with my shit while I watched those hot guys go at it.
Two big redneck hotties...country as fuck and sometimes dumb-acting.
Those traits turned me on so much.  I started cumming while they
kissed.  I walked up to them and let them eat the cum off my hand.
The wind started blowing around us.

The two of them started cumming almost at the same time.  Cum dropped
on the wooden deck and mixed with the other nasty substances there.
We jumped when we heard a deafening peal of thunder.  It started to
rain hard.  Instead of running inside, we took off running through
their clearing.

We laughed and hooted as we ran around naked and shitty.  After ten
minutes of goofing around, I tried wiping the shit off but the rain
just wasn't going to totally wash it off.  We walked to a water hose
where we took turns and sprayed each other down.

Lee pulled his brother to him to wash the shit off his face and hands.
He turned Lee around and stuck the water hose against his asshole.  At
first it just water sprayed back off his crack until the end of the
hose was forced inside.  It looked like it hurt but Lee didn't
protest.  He kept that hose there for a minute and it pulled out on
its own.

Lee's ass erupted and chunks of shit and nasty water came spraying
out.  Derek and I got under him and caught pieces in our mouths.  Then
Derek wanted his ass washed out, so we repeated it.  Each time Derek
forced water out of his ass it squirted out in an arc.  Lee drank the
shit water from his bro's hole like it was a normal faucet.  I got
boned again...or had I ever lost my erect at all?

The rain had slowed to a light drizzle, but we were still so nasty and
ended up having to spray ourselves down again before going inside.

- - -

Luckily, my boots were under the awning.  The rest of my clothes were
soaked.  My pants had some brown spots and my underwear was history.
I just took the jeans, shirts, and boots inside and they put them in
the washer and started a load.

The guys had rented an action flick for us so we watched that and had
popcorn and Cokes for dinner.  My stomach was a little upset for a
while having taken in all that shit.  Those water hose enema had
released some rank shit juices that had been buried deep in the bro's
bowels.  The slight discomfort was worth the double water hose enemas.

I was about to excuse myself to go release it, but Derek stopped me.
He put his mouth around my hole and told me to go.  I put one foot up
on a chair and let go.  I felt diarrhea gushing into his mouth but he
never lost suction on my ass.  When I was done and my stomach eased, I
gave him a "thumbs up".

He pulled off and Lee grabbed him to kiss.  I thought to myself, fuck
those are the nastiest dudes in the world!

- - -

Marty stayed out of sight until about midnight when he strolled into
the living room naked with cigars for all.  No one had sex, but we
just bullshitted and joked around until late in the morning.  I went
to bed with the brothers and slept in between them until morning.

- - -

Breakfast came after we all were finally up.  We took turns pissing
for each other at the table.   Marty pissed in a juice glass and we
passed it around.  It was extremely yellow, smelled strong, and had a
foamy froth on the top.  The rest of us drank piss from the tap.  The
brothers took turns in the kitchen cooking bacon and eggs.  I noticed
Marty made them do all the work...or maybe that's the way they liked it
(serving him).  He just sat there like master of the domain reading
his newspaper.

Breakfast was good, but the guys and me felt drowsy after we filled
our guts and then headed back to bed.  I lay sandwiched between these
to shit gods.  I was in paradise...

To be continued...

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