Date: Tue, 31 Jul 2001 10:41:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: Summer Vacation - Part 7 (Incest, Watersports, Scat)

Disclaimer:

The story you are about to read is a work of fiction and deals with
graphic sexual practices that some readers may find offensive or
objectionable.   If the subject matter of incest, scat and watersports
is not to your liking or interest, STOP HERE!
On the other hand, if you are at least curious about the seedier side of
homosexual fetishes, read on with an open mind.

No character in this story, whether it be seemingly implied, is under
any force but consents to the sexual situations engaged in.

Summer Vacation - Part 7
by Rim4you

Chapter 1

I had never fisted a guy before.  Beau had alluded to it but I never had
the pleasure.  Now, suddenly, I found myself kneeling in front of the
toilet with my Uncle Joel seated upon it with his legs drapped over my
shoulders, taking me through every step of fisting.  Fisting, that is,
with a twist:  dirty fisting.

The absolute wonder of watching my hand disappear within my Uncle's
bowels, seeing the expression of bliss and pleasure on his face, and
feeling his filth squishing between my fingers right in the factory, so
to speak, amazed and aroused me.  I was awed that a man's asshole could
be streatched to such an extent and the recepient derive so much
pleasure from it.

It seemed that my pleasure derived from giving Uncle Joel this pleasure.
The act itself, inserting first fingertips, then slowly inching fingers,
joint by joint to the knuckles and beyond, until my entire had vanished
into the warm, dirty cavern, was a fantastic head rush.  A rush to the
head on my shoulders as well as to the one throbbing between my legs.

That I found myself with my Uncle Joel in this manner:  fisting him,
having sex with him, gave me reason indeed to think that the warm
affection my family expressed towards each other could really have an
underlying meaning.  Was this what Rich had picked up?  After all, he
knew about Dad and I and joined in while we were having sex.  But did
Rich know about Uncle Joel beforehand?

Now was not the time to rationalize my relatives and the new light I saw
them in.  For whatever reason I yielded to their urges as well as mine
and found no shame or disgust in our doing so.  It all seemed so
natural, and the various acts  of sex we were engaging in:  using piss
and shit to heighten the pleasure even more, only served to awaken me to
those desires which, until now, I had locked away in my deepest
fantasies.  Exposed and able to express myself openly in this manner
with Dad, Rich, Beau and Uncle Joel, I felt like a slave who had found
his freedom.  Would I want to give my new found freedom up by returning
to Wisconsin at the end of the summer?
I wondered.  Perhaps I could scheme up the possibility of moving in with
my Dad and living in San Diego.

After all, I was sixteen and about to begin my senior year of high
school.  And it was in my plans that after graduation I wanted to stay
with Dad, for awhile at least.  Perhaps I could just bump things up by a
year?

"Jesus, Todder!"  Joel moaned, "that feels so fucking good!  A little
deeper, man!"

My sudden diversion in thought was quickly brought back into the realm
of reality with Joel's moans and groans of pleasure.

"Oh yeah!  That's it, buddy!  Feel that nice warm shit up my ass?  It's
all yours, Todder.  All yours.  Your making me feel so good ...
aaaaaahhhhhh! ... and so nasty.  Don't stop, man!  Pump that dirty ass.
Dig for shit!"

As I retracted my hand from Joel's gaping, slurping hole, the powerful
stench of his filth swept up my nostrils and his hole quivered and shit
emerged.

"Smear that shit on my ass, Todder!  Yeah, rub that stink all over my
ass.  I love it when my ass is all dirty and stinky!  Fuck yeah!"

I scooped the creamy, warm shit farting from Joel's asshole and swirled
my fingers over his puckered, flaring rosebud painting it, his trench as
well as his muscular buttcheeks, a rich chocolate brown.  A ripe, smelly
brown.

"Rub some on my cock and balls too, man!"  Joel groaned.  "Get nasty
with me!"

I coated the hefty balls with shit taking each orb in the palm of my
hand and swirled the pasty goo.  Satisfied that his balls were nasty
enough, I grabbed his dick at the base and slowly glided my filthy hand
upwards along the rigid, thick shaft, watching with delight as the white
flesh turned brown.

"Fucking dirty cock!  Fucking nasty balls!  Fucking filthy ass!  Getting
me so fucking hot, Todder.  Fucking stinks so good, man!"

I curled my fingers around Joel's cock.  With the sound of shit
squishing, a gooey, pasty, nasty sound, accompanied by the rank, pungent
aroma and Joel's sighs of perverted pleasure, I began jacking his cock.

"Feel good, Joel?"  I asked, lustily.  My hand gliding up and down his
dick.  His balls scraping the porcelin of the rim of the toilet
streaking it brown.

"Fuck yeah, Todder!  Pull on my stink, nasty cock!  This is my favorite
way to jack off, man!  I love my shitty cock!"

As my hand worked its magic on my uncle's dick, I reached between my
legs and wanked my cock.

"Godamn, Todder!"  Joel sighed, rolling his head from side to side.
"What are you doing to me, man?"

I inched my face towards Joel's smelly, filthy crotch.  In the
moonlight, filtering in through the window, I could see the way his
pubic hair was matted down with the pungent, brown paste.  How clumps of
shit had attatched itself to the hairs like ornaments suspended from the
branches of a Christmas tree.  I became more and more aroused as the
ripe odor wafted up my nostrils which seemed to trigger a nasty zone in
my brain.  Urging me.  Pressing my face even closer and closer to Joel's
dirty crotch.

My lips grazed Joel's stink balls.  A moan esaped my lips.  I couldn't
resist.  I was completely helpless to the mounting lust that swelled
within me.  Instinctively, my mouth opened and I engulfed my uncle's
warm, shit coated balls.  Sweeping those orbs into my mouth I sucked and
tugged on them savoring the tangy flavor that filled my mouth.  The
raunchy taste and smell of his balls sent my hand flying up and down his
cock and mine, masturbating furiously.  My dick tingled with lust and
pleasure.

"Yeah!  Yeah!  Suck on those balls, Todder.  My nasty, shitty balls!
Jack on my dick, man!  Feels so fucking good.  So fucking nasty!"  Joel
sighed, thrusting his hips upwards pumping his dick in the vice grip of
my hand.

"Mmmmmm!  Mmmmmm!"  I moaned, slurping and sucking, feeling the corners
of my mouth drip and drool with my funky saliva.

"Suck 'em sloppy, man!  That's how I like it.  Play with my dirty dick.
Make me cum, Todder!"

I quickened my tempo, my rhythym on mine and Joel's cock.  I pumped our
dicks feverishly.  My breathing became short, rapid and deep.  My balls
twitched and drew upwards.  I could feel them tightening.  At the same
time I could feel Joel's nut sack tighten.  I knew our churning balls
were on the brink of explosion.  There was no holding back.

"Aaarrrggghhh!  Fuck!  Fuck!  I'm cumming, Todder!  Fuck!"  Joel yelled,
as his body tensed, every muscle became taut and a geyser of creamy cum
went flying high in the air and splattered on his face, chest and
stomach.

I was not to be outdone.  I wanted to cum with my uncle.  Just a couple
more strokes and my cock erupted too, sending my jizz splattering
against the toilet bowl.

Breathless, Joel's dirty balls popped out of my mouth.  I lay my head in
his lap and sighed as our spasming dicks shuddered in orgasm.

"Fuck!"  Joel sighed, running his hands over his buzzed head.  "I
fucking needed that."

I looked up at my uncle and caught the glimmer in his eyes.  He pursed
his lips in a kiss towards me.

"We definitely need to do this again, Todder."  Joel whispered, petting
the top of my head and running his fingers through my hair.

"Well.  There's no way I'm having the housekeeper clean up this mess!"

Joel and I turned towards the bathroom door.  Dad was standing there,
his hands on his hips, shaking his head from side to side and grinning
from ear to ear.

"Some things never change, do they, Joel?"  Dad asked.

"Nope, big brother.  Except that I found myself a new buddy to play
with!"

"Whew!  Talk about stink!"  Rich said, popping his head in the doorway
and sniffing the air.  "Sewer back up in here, guys?"

"You could say so, Rich."  Joel replied.  "And Todder, here, makes for
one helluva Rotor-Rooter man!"

"Looks to me like these two need a shower, Brad."  Rich said, winking at
Dad.

"Looks that way, don't it?"

The two men approached Joel and I.  Standing beside us, they yanked the
front of their shorts down.  With cocks in hand and careful aim, Dad and
Rich rained their warm piss down on Joel and I.

Yeah.  This summer was going to be quite an adventure.

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