Date: Mon, 06 Jun 2005 19:48:54 -0700
From: bawdy pen <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: SWAPPING SONS (incest ws scat)

               SWAPPING SONS by bawdypen

  Jonathan Baxter fidgeted, tingling with nervous anticipation
as he sat on one of the wealthy man's sofa, sipping his
recently refreshed drink and watching the man calmly begin to
disrobe in the armchair across from him. It was a sight
stimulating enough to keep him from surveying the breath-taking
furnishings in the massive high-beamed living room.
   "Magnificent stroke of luck to find a kindred spirit at the
L.A. meeting." The man grinned, lifting a leg to slide his
trousers off. "And such a handsome one, too, Jonathan. I'm so
pleased you agreed to accompany me on the flight home and allow
me to repay you for your hospitality last evening. It was
incredibly wicked and so deliciously lewd! Come, strip, and
we'll see if I can match your generosity."
   "It was fucking hot, alright, Roger!" Jonathan gushed,
eyeing the man's already stiff, massively thick erection while
tearing at his own clothes. "I was just amazed at how well it
went."
   Soon they were staring across at each other, breathlessly
eager, openly stroking themselves to a fever pitch that began
instantly. The events of the prior evening at Jonathan's house,
the anxious flight from L.A. to Portland, and the expectations
of Roger's soon-to-be-fulfilled promise had their cocks semi-
hard and leaking all day.
   "You did enjoy my fat cock plowing your ass, didn't you?"
Roger winked at him.
   "God, did I! What a fuck. I hope you're going to screw me
again with that club. Oh, yes!"
   "Most definitely, my friend," Roger chuckled. "At 32 you
still have a teenager's sweet, tight bottom. But we'll save
that for later, right? Along with some hot cocksucking
beforehand." He reached over and pressed a button on a nearby
intercom. "Now, before we pop our nuts too soon..."
   He spoke into the unit. "Carlton, our guest is ready.
Please come in and join us." He smiled brightly, settled deeper
into the plush cushions and spread his thighs apart.
   Jonathan chewed his lower lip, turning toward the foyer
after hearing a distant door open and close. He was more
neverous than he could recall ever being. He gasped loudly, his
mouth falling open in total joy. It was much more than he'd
dare hope for. His prick nearly burst a load...untouched! He
could only let out low, gutteral moans of lust as the angelic
creature sauntered across the room toward them.
   Completely nude, longish blond hair to his shoulders, the
gorgeous 12-year-old lad unashamedly riveted his gaze to
Jonathan's naked body and exposed privates. Almost as if he had
no control to do otherwise, he also stole small glimpses at
Roger's familiar body...the glint in his eyes registering
obvious admiration and delight. He stopped before them, only
the slightest blush coloring his peachy cheeks as his and
Jonathan's eyes met.
   "Carleton, this is our special guest, Mr. Baxter."
   "Hello, Mr. Baxter," the child stretched out his long,
skinny arm.
   "H-hello, Carlton," Jonathan gushed, taking the offered
hand. "My, you are quite something, young man."
   "Thanks," the boy chuckled, spinning around in a seductive
tease. He knew his little pecker wouldn't be the man's chief
delight. Nor his tiny nuts, which, of course, had still not
grown a hair. Very subtly he made his buttocks tense and
bounce. Jonathan could tell the boy was a novice at it, but his
attempts to act sexy and innocent were quite effective...even
when he finally began to giggle.
   "Father says my bottom is like a ripe peach..." He twisted
his mouth up and glanced over at the masturbating man, proudly
enjoying Jonathan's appreciative reaction, "and any man in his
right mind would want to eat it!"
   He chuckled, turning back at the nude stranger with an
intense gaze.
   "Do you want to eat my ass, Mr. Baxter?" It was direct,
taunting, without any hint of sarcasm.
   Jonathan gulped. "You bet I do, Angelbutt! Spin around
again and lemme see. Oh, God, that's so luscious, Roger! I
can't wait to bury my nose between those creamy cupcakes.
You...you won't mind my doing that, I hope, will you,
Carlton?" Jonathan was no child molestor on the back-alley
circuit. Boys had to be willing, nasty and discrete or he had
no interest...and no erection, caused by fear and guilt. But a
dirty boy who enjoyed being nasty made him a groveling slave,
eager to perform any degenerate act the lad could dream up.
   "Of course not, Mr. Baxter," the boy smiled. "Dad sucks on
my asshole all the time. Even at weird times!" He shot his
grinning parent an accusingly coy reprimand. "Do you enjoy
licking dirty butts like he does? He said on the phone when he
called from the plane how he met you and went goo-goo over the
photo of your son. How old is he, Mr. Baxter, and did Father
really do all the disgusting things he said he did with him?
You're friends cause you eat out your own son's ass, too,
hunh?"
   "I certainly do, Carlton. He's beautiful, just like you.
He's 11. Can't shoot yet, but he loves sucking on my big prick
and drinking my juice. He's a horny little devil and even licks
my asshole cause I go wild watching him do it. Tell me,
Carlton, do you rim?"
   "Well," he shrugged, lowering his eyes for a moment,
"sometimes. But Father's anus is so hairy...and he likes
keeping it dirty. When it's like that I do enjoy rubbing my
nose in there and sniffing it, but I don't go for that taste
yet. Not like HE does! Do you keep your anus clean, Mr. Baxter?
I would like to try it on somebody else who's sorta..." he
stared at the spot beneath Jonathan's lazy balls.
   Jonathan grinned and lifted them, hiking his hips to show
the boy his asshole.
   "Usually, yes I do. In fact, you see I shave it. Bobby
likes it that way. He likes poking his tongue up my hole and
acting sluttish, but he's like you. He hasn't yet learned to
enjoy the smell of an unwashed butthole."
   "Oh, I like the smell!"
   "Speaking of unwashed buttholes," Roger enquired of the
boy, questioningly.
   "You know me, Father," the child declared with a hint of
arrogance as he put a finger back there and lightly stroked
across his anus, "two turds since you've been gone and no
wiping!"
   He stretched his arm out and met Mr. Baxter's eager face
halfway. The instant he realized the boy was about to allow him
the pleasure of sniffing the aroma, his upper body shot
forward--nostrils flaring! He breathed in the lad's stinky
fragrance over and over, shamelessly savoring the spicy tang
while looking up at the boy's unsurprised, slightly smirking
grin.
   "Okay," he softly answered the man's silent request and
poked his fingertip between Jonathan's anxious lips. "Father,
he's as bad as you...just like you said. Mr. Baxter seems to
like the taste of my dirty butthole."
   "I've no doubt," Roger said. "He's a disgusting, shit-
licking pervert, son. Just like your dear dad. Come, sit on my
lap and we'll watch him totally debase himself."
   Eagerly, Carlton walked over and backed into Roger's lap
and layed back against his father's chest, both giggling at how
the naked child hadn't been able to resist first bending over
to get a good lick and suck on the man's turgid, sticky cock
knob.
   Jonathan, leaning forward, had both hands in his crotch
playing with himself to relieve some of the itch in his
sweating balls and leaking cock. His crazed expression was just
the response his teasers wanted. Roger slipped his large hands
down and cupped the boy's marshmallow-soft bottom.
   Carlton responded by flinging his slender legs up and wide,
then back until his entire anal region was fully exposed...
lewdly, enticingly, proudly exposed. Only a young kid could
look so thoroughly obscene in such a scandalously vulgar pose!
Jonathan licked his lips and trembled at the magnificently
delectable sight as the boy wantonly offered his lightly-
browned, greasy asscrack.
   "Go on, son," Roger encouraged. "Tell our guest the rules
in this house...and that if he doesn't obey your every request
we'll have to escort him to the door."
   "You don't want to leave, do you, Mr. Baxter?" the boy
taunted.
   Jonathan, speechless, shook his head emphatically and slid
from the couch, crawling toward them.
   "Not before you lick my naughty bum off, right? Come on,
crawl over here and smell my rearend. You like boys' smelly
butts, don't you? And one like mine--a raunchy, dirty one--
makes you wanna just clean it, hunh? Go ahead and smell me down
there, Mr. Baxter. I'll tell you when you can start licking my
crap off. Then you can suck out my shitty asshole."
   "AH!!! OOOH!!" Jonathan gasped between excited intakes of
the boy's heady stink. His tongue, meanwhile, waiting for
permission to lick, was swiping over Roger's dripping cockhead
sticking out from beneath the sassy bottom. A two-day crust of
dried shit circled the precious anus, giving it a mature,
raunchy aroma that sent sparks ricocheting through Jonathan's
addled brain. Even Bobby had never gotten this ripe and
pungent. Oh, yes, he would enjoy this return of hospitality.
   Even more than the overwhelming ecstasy Roger said he'd
experienced the night before with Jonathan and his son in
L.A....a volcanic two hours of debauchery in the Baxter's
refurbished garage that culminated in his devouring every speck
of the dark-haired 11-year-old's zesty, flavorful shit when
Bobby told him to open up cause he was gonna climb over and sit
on his face! He'd added it was okay...he shits in his daddy's
mouth all the time. Now his Pop could see somebody else do it,
and what a perv they look like doing it! "But if you don't
wanna eat it, at least let Pop see ya suck my turd!"
   Roger'd been more than obedient. He'd gorged himself on the
foul-mouthed boy's healthy turd. It was so pretty and thick he
couldn't resist the juicy thing. He shot a big wad in Bobby's
face, yet still layed there nursing the boypoop as Jonathan's
face suddenly appeared above. He sucked turd, staring at the
younger man drilling his tongue up his son's rectum, carefully
licking up leftover shit from between his anal wrinkles til the
jewel sparkled like a fresh, young, pink rosette!
   Now Roger was enjoying the sight of watching Jonathan
lapping up and down his son's filthy asscrack with as much, or
more, fervor. He whispered in Carlton's ear.
   "Oh, that feels so good, Mr. Baxter! Stick your tongue in!
OH, I'M GONNA SHIT! EAT MY TURD, MR. BAXTER! EAT IT!!"
   "Attach your mouth to his ass, Jonathan," Roger growled,
slumping the boy lower and doubling him up even more so he
could see better. "Eat my kid's sweet, juicy turd. Chew it. Out
of his asshole right down your throat. SHIT IN HIS MOUTH, BOY!
YEAH! OH, GAWD, MY COCK'S GONNA SHOOT! UHHH, UHHH...." he flung
his own legs over the armrests, "AWW, SCREW IT!!"
   Just as Carlton's anus snapped open and popped a dark
junior delight directly between Jonathan's hungry lips, Roger's
prick sprayed gushing spurts of white lava under his chin and
around his mouth. Jonathan moaned, eating the boy's shit and
sucking his ass. But that was hardly disgusting to them. In
fact, the truly gross part of the action went unseen by
everyone but the nosy butler peeking in the window: the long
tube of shit hanging from Roger's rectum. He was so excited he
wanted to shit along with his son, so he just flung his legs up
and defecated a big snaky turd onto the floor!
   They laughed about it. All three got down and sniffed it,
but only Roger and Jonathan took a couple of licks on it.
   Jonathan came in a 69 with the boy on top. He gratefully
took the sweet teenage jizz, rolling it around on his tongue
while Carlton sucked his knob. Then Carlton pissed down
Jonathan's throat, staying in the same position. Roger licked
Carlton's newly-soiled anus, then drank Jonathan's piss.
   Carlton rested while watching his father fuck Jonathan up
the ass. Jonathan enjoyed it so much he turned around and
sucked Roger's smelly cock.
   Though only 90% clean, Carlton went ahead and sucked his
dad's prick while watching Jonathan's cock screwing his old
man's hairy bunghole. He gulped and gulped when the man came.
Then he helped hold his dad's legs back as Jonathan sucked his
load back out of the mature hole.
   On the flight home, Jonathan rested back with his eyes closed
and a big smile on his face.


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