All Funked Up

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All Funked Up by Rim4you

Prologue

Ever since my Mom passed away, Dad ran a pretty tight household. I guess he had to with me and my brother, Matt being as rambuncious as we are.

I sort of feel sorry for Dad. Losing Mom so soon. I mean, my Dad's young and all. He's only thirty-six. He became a father when he was eighteen and from what he says, it was the happiest day of his life when Matt was born. Then when I came along two years later, he said that made him real proud to have two sons.

Sometimes I can see that certain look in Dad's eyes. I can't explain it. I get the feeling that he's lonely and needs company. I often wonder what he does for sex? I mean, I'm sixteen years old and I'm always horny. I wonder if Dad beats his meat alot? I know Matt does.

We share a room together but I guess now Mom's sewing room will become Matt's bedroom. He's been hinting around at that. Anyway, like I said, I know my brother pounds his pud. At night, when he thinks I'm asleep, I can hear him moaning and stuff and, well, I know that sound. That special sound when your hand is pumping on your cock.

When he really gets into it and he's lost in his world of fantasy and forgets that I'm in the same room, I'll grab my dick and start stroking too, getting all hot and bothered watching my brother masturbate.

I have to admit, Matt's got a nice looking cock. It's long and thick with a nice mushroom head. When he wraps his fingers around it, his fingers don't even touch. Now that's thick! I wonder if Matt's ever had his cock sucked before?

I suppose he has. He's a jock and plays all kinds of sports and has lettered in football, baseball and soccer. All the girls at school swoon when my brother struts down the hall. I've even noticed some of the guys checking him out too. I wonder?

Chapter 1

"I hate Satuday mornings!" I huffed, grabbing the laundry basket and stomping my way down the basement stairs.

"Cheer up, Jon!" Matt hollered, tossing a towel I dropped at me. "You dropped something."

"Yeah! Yeah!" I grumbled, kicking the towel.

I seem to have gotten stuck with all the indoor chores while Matt got the yardwork and keeping the pool clean.

"Well at least you get to jump in the pool every now and then while you clean the yard!" I snapped, slamming the laundry basket on the floor.

"Well Cinderella," Matt cooed, at the top of the stairs. "You can join me for a nice, cool dip in the pool. That is, after you've done the laundry and vaccumed the house!"

"Fuck you!" I snapped, flipping him the finger.

"Boys!" Dad hollered. "What's all the fuss about?"

"Nothing, Dad." I could hear Matt hollering back. "Jon's just bitchin' about the housework again."

"Gee, thanks Matt!" I yelled.

"Your welcome, li'l brother!" Matt shouted back, as he slammed the back door shut.

I could hear Dad's footsteps on the basement stairs. I suppose I was in for another lecture on how we all had to pitch in and help around the house.

"Son, I know it's tough around here at times but ..."

"Yeah, Dad. I know. It's just ..."

"Just what, Jon? Talk to me."

"Why do I always get stuck doing the laundry? I hate it. Why can't we hire a housekeeper?"

"What! You think we're rich?" Dad replied, laughing.

"How's about we compromise?"

"Huh?"

"One week you do the indoor chores and the next week Matt does 'em? That sound okay, Jon?"

"Matt will get bummed out, Dad." I replied.

"Well that'll be his problem, won't it?"

"I guess so." I said, grinning from ear to ear, as I began tossing the clothes into the washer.

"By the way ..."

"What, Dad?"

"Do you mind washing one more thing?"

"Why not?" I sighed.

As I turned around to face my Dad he was nonchantly stepping out of his running shorts and hooking his thumbs onto the elastic waistband of his jockstrap.

"What do you want me to wash?" I asked, rather dumbly.

"This jock's gettin' kinda funky. I meant to toss into the laundry last week."

With not a trace of embarassment on his part, or a thought that I might be embarassed, Dad stepped out of his jockstrap and was standing there buck-ass naked.

Although we were just three guys in the house now, Dad never paraded around in the buff. He always wore something, if only a towel wrapped around his waist.

Matt, on the other hand, was not modest by any means. He thought nothing of heading to the bathroom for a shower with just a towel around his neck, his cock and balls jostling around.

I had to admit, Dad took good care of his body. His shoulders were broad and his arms were muscular. His chest had a fine matting of light brown hair. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when I saw that he had his left nipple pierced.

"Oh, that!" Dad said, with a grin. "Something new."

Dad reached up and gave his nipple ring a slight tug.

"Dosen't that hurt?" I asked, sheepishly.

"Nah!" Dad replied, sweeping his hand from his nipple down over his washboard stomach and into his pubic hairs and scratched himself casually.

I glanced down at the floor then back up and riveted my gaze at Dad's cock. Although it wasn't hard, or anywhere being close to hard, it was a hefty piece of meat. It looked to me that it was about six inches and quite thick. The bulbous, mushroom shaped head had a rather large piss slit.

Suspended between his muscular thighs were the biggest pair of balls I had ever seen.

"Whew! Funky!" Dad gasped, breaking the silence, holding the jockstrap up before his nose and taking a wiff. "Yeah. I guess three weeks without a wash ..."

Dad's voice trailed.

"Huh?" I said.

"You okay, Jon? You're not getting sick or anything, are you?"

"No. No, Dad. I'm not sick. It's just ..."

"Just what?" Dad replied, taking a step towards me, the grundgy jockstrap in his hand.

From outside, I could hear the sound of the lawnmower whirring.

"It's just that I've never seen you naked before!" I blurted out, my eyes still fixed on his cock.

"Oh, sorry, Jon." Dad replied, wrapping the jockstrap around his dick as if to cover himself. "Didn't mean to embarass you."

"Uh ... no ... I'm not embarassed." I practically stuttered.

The fact was, seeing my Dad's big dick reminded me of Matt's and the fact that I was springing a boner in my shorts.

As Dad took another step forward, I could see his hand lightly squeezing his cock and I could almost get the feeling that, by the way he was looking at me, that he wanted me in some way.

I could feel my cock twitching. I knew my boner had to be obvious. I glanced down and could see that it was tenting the front of my shorts. I was horrified and excited at the same time. Getting excited over my brother, Matt, watching him jack off was one thing but this was my Dad.

"Looks like you got a rise there, son." Dad said, in a raspy, husky voice.

"Sorry, 'bout that, Dad." I stammered, my eyes glued to his dick, which seemed to be on the rise too.

"Oh don't be sorry, Jon." Dad whispered, still clutching the jockstrap around his cock and slowly stroking it. "Shit happens, you know?"

Slowly, Dad took his hand away from his dick. I watched, mystified as his cock began to rise with the grundgy jockstrap hanging from it. The bulbous head appeared to flare as his shaft twitched and jerked upward.

"You see, Jon." Dad whispered. "Even your Dad gets boned up. Nothing to be ashamed of you know."

"Fuck!" I gasped. "It's so big. Bigger than Matt's!"

"Like father, like son." Dad replied, with a glassy look in his eyes.

"You've seen Matt?" I gasped.

"Oh. I've caught him jacking off a couple of times. It's only natural for a guy his age. I bet you do the same. Don't you, Jon?"

The sight of Dad's hard, twitching cock and the raspiness of his voice was turning me on big time. We gazed into one anothers' eyes.

"Yeah. I do, Dad."

"Do what, Jon. Talk to me. Tell me what you do."

"I do this, Dad!" I replied boldly, yanking the front of my shorts down and grasping my cock in my hand.

"Oh, nasty boy!" Dad purred. "Show me how you beat off."

I was too turned on to object or bolt out of the room. I yanked my shorts down under my balls. With my right hand I slowly pumped on my cock while I slid my left hand under my balls and between my legs. I stared at Dad as he nodded his approval.

"What are you doing down there, Jon?" Dad asked, lightly tapping my left hand.

"I'm fingering my asshole, Dad!" I sighed, as I toyed with my moist butthole, rubbing my finger over my asslips.

"Stinky!" Dad whispered, with a grin. "Mind if I cop a whiff, son?"

"Wanna smell it with me, Dad?" I moaned, bringing my finger up in front of my face.

"Oh yeah!" Dad rasped, as he brought his face towards mine. "Yeah. Let's smell your funk!"

Together we brought our noses towards my upturned finger and took a deep whiff. The stench from my asshole shot up my nose sending a wave of tingles up and down my spine.

"You like that stink, don't you, Jon?" Dad moaned, sniffing my finger.

"Yeah. Do you, Dad?"

"Oh yeah!" Dad replied. "I love the smell of dirty asshole."

"How dirty?" I groaned.

"Real dirty, son. Dirty and stink! The way a guy's shithole should smell."

"Yeah? You gotta raunchy hole, Dad?"

"I always keep my hole raunchy, Jon." Dad whispered, flicking his tongue over my finger. "I like to run my finger down my sweaty crack to my dirty asshole and sniff my finger while I beat off. Stink turns me on. Wanna find out how dirty my shithole really is, son?"

"Aw fuck! Yeah!" I gasped.

Dad took a step backward. Reaching down he yanked the jockstrap from his cock. Raising the grundgy strap up he pressed it to his face and took deep breaths and moaned with pleasure. Then he began to turn around slowly.

"Oh shit!" I moaned, as the muscular, full globes of Dad's ass stared me in the face.

"You like looking at my ass, Jon?" Dad purred, running his hand over an ample cheek. "I got a hairy, smelly butt, Jon. Wanna sniff?"

"Yes!" I groaned, yanking off my shorts and sinking to my knees. "I wanna smell your funky ass, Dad! I wanna smell your stink!"

"Come on then. What's stopping you, Jon? Pry those sweaty asscheeks apart and bury your face in my hairy, raunchy ass! I know I'm real dirty back there. I haven't showered in three days and my hole is all juicy and nasty. You oughta see my underwear, Jon. It's all slimey with brown streaks so I know my shithole is dirty!"

I ran my hands over Dad's ass, kneading each ample cheek.

"Pull 'em apart, Jon! See how hairy my asscrack is! Smell my ass, son! Get high on your Dad's fuckin' ass funk!"

I ran my hands through the sweaty trench and felt its warmth and moistness. I marvelled at how hairy Dad was back there.

"Yeah! That's it, son! Work that ass! Pull those fuckin' buttcheeks apart. My raunchy manpussy is waiting for you to smell it!"

As I pried my Dad's asscheeks apart I could see his asshole amidst a forest of hair seemingly winking at me, luring me.

"It's all yours, Jon!" Dad moaned, huffing the dirty jockstrap. "My stinking mancunt is all yours!"

"Aw fuck!" We both gasped in unison, as I buried my face into Dad's beefy, stinky ass, rubbing my nose over his puckered asshole.

"Yeah! Yeah!" Dad gasped, bucking and grinding his butt onto my face. "Smell my stink, Jon! Smell my dirty ass. I know that's what you want. You like it dirty and nasty, don't you?"

"Yes! Yes!" I sighed, taking deep breaths of my Dad's butt stench. "You stink so fucking good, Dad. I love it!"

"Gettin' off on that, huh? Yeah. I can tell. Your cock's drippin' all over the fuckin' floor! Fuckin' juicin' up the pavement, son!"

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" I moaned.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Dad hollered. "Lick that manpussy! Taste my stink!"

As I inhaled the wonderful stench and my cock jerked and throbbed on its own, I swirled my tongue over Dad's juicy asslips. A tart, almost bitter taste began to fill my mouth.

"Does my stink taste good, motherfucker?"

"Fuck yeah!" I gasped, slurping away at his stinkhole. "I can taste your stink, Dad!"

"What's it taste like, son! Talk dirty to me!"

"Your manpussy smells like shit, Dad! Your fuckin' cunt tastes like shit! Your asshole is a fuckin' sewer pit. Don't you ever wipe, Dad?"

"Why the fuck should I, Jon?" Dad hollered. "I got you to fuckin' clean up my shitter! Yeah. Keep that up and my fuckin' cunt's gonna open up for you and give you something real tastey and nasty!"

"Gonna give me something, motherfucker?" I gasped, hungrily sucking on my Dad's asslips. "What ya gonna give me?"

"Shit!" Dad yelled. "That's what keeps my ass smelling so good and ripe. Fucking manturd! Wanna smell and taste my shit? My ass is packed. I haven't taken a dump today. Want it, you little fucking pig?"

"If it smells and tastes as good as your ass does right now, yeah. I want all the stink you can give me!"

"Oh it'll be much better, Jon. When my ass is all shitty and shit is clinging to my butthair. You're gonna love it!"

The heat was mounting. I could feel the lust being generated between us. This was turning out to be the most pleasurable laundry day I'd ever had. I realised what I was doing was really nasty and that what I was doing, I was doing with my Dad. All of a sudden I realised that I had one helluva handsome, hunky stud of a father and that he turned on to really nasty stuff.

Chapter 2

"You okay back there?"

"Mmmmmm! Oh yeah!"

"Gonna squeeze you some turd, buddy! Stinky fuckin' manturd outta my nasty cunt!"

I opened my mouth over Dad's puckering asslips. I could feel the warmth rising from his gaping asshole and I could hear his grunts as he contracted his muscles to push out a juicy turd.

"Gonna feed you some turd, son! I wanna see those sweet lips of yours covered with my stink! Think you can handle it?"

"I want it, Dad! I want your stink!"

"See something you want?"

The tone in Dad's voice changed slightly. For a split second I pulled my head back.

"Get that mouth back on my manpussy!" Dad snapped, bucking his ass back onto my face.

"Well don't just sit there whackin' off!" Dad snarled. "Don't waste that hot load of yours. Bring that big cock of yours over here so I can suck it while I take a shit!"

I heard footsteps and the rustling sound of clothes. Glancing down between Dad's legs I saw Matt's t-shirt drop to the floor.

"Want some teenage cock, Dad?" Matt snarled in a sexy, low voice. "It's all sweaty, man, and drippin' juice!"

"Fuck my mouth, Matt!" Dad yelled. "Shove that big cock of yours down my fuckin' throat. Make me gag on that big dick!"

"Taste good back there, Jon?" Matt asked, as he slid his cock into Dad's salivating mouth.

"Mmmmmm!" I moaned, as I felt the tip of a steamy turd touch my lips.

"Yeah! Suck my cock, Dad! Suck! Suck you nasty fuckin' pig! Take that big cock down your faggot sucking throat! Oh yeah, motherfucker! You've sucked cock before. I can tell. Yeah! Suck! Suck bitch!"

Hearing my brother talk dirty, demanding that his cock be sucked turned me on even more. Reaching between Dad's legs I grasped Matt's balls and tugged on them.

"That's it, Jon. Oh yeah! Work on those balls for me, dude! Suck some shit outta Dad's stinking mancunt so I can rub it all over my cock and have him suck it off."

Hearing that I sucked harder on Dad's asshole. Dad grunted even louder and my mouth began to fill with his stinking log.

"Got some turd for me, Jon?"

I bit down and broke off the turd. Looking down I could see about two inches of steamy, smelly turd sticking out of my mouth. I could taste its nastiness and feel slimey drool seeping out of the corners of my mouth.

"Fuck, Jon!" Matt sighed. "That's fuckin' hot, man! Bring it here. Shit some more Dad and smear it up and down your asscrack!"

As I stood up I saw Dad swing his hand behind and under his ass. Letting out a wet fart, the palm of his hand quickly filled with a brown pile of creamy shit which he began to smear up and down his hairy asstrench and out over his muscular buttcheeks.

"Yeah. Smear that shit all over, pig! Work that shit on your cock and balls too, Dad. I wanna see you covered in your stinking shit. Do it!"

Dad brought the smelly pile forward and humped his dick into it, coating his cock with his own stinky shit.

"On your balls too, Dad. Yeah. That's the way. Work it all over your crotch. Get messy!"

I slid the turd out of my mouth into the palm of my hand and saw that it was coated with my saliva. I raised it to my nose and took a deep whiff.

"Yeah! That's it, bro. Smell that turd. Rub some of that stink on your lips."

I did as my brother asked feeling the warmth and tasting the nastiness of Dad's shit as I painted my lips brown for Matt.

"That looks fucking great! The both of you! Dad suckn' on my cock and smearing shit all over himself and you, Jon, shit all over your mouth. Here, smear the rest of that shit on my dick."

As Matt pulled his dick out of Dad's mouth, Dad let out a moan, as if disappointed.

"Don't worry, fucker." Matt said, looking down at Dad. "You'll get to suck on my cock again. But first, Jon has to get it nice and dirty for you."

"Fuck!" Dad moaned, stroking his shit covered dick. "Get that dick all stinky and dirty for me, Jon! I wanna suck your brother's shitty cock!"

Starting at the head of Matt's cock, I slowly slid my hand down his thick shaft taking delight as the whiteness of his skin turned brown.

"Fuckin' feels good, Jon. Real good. Yeah. Get it all coated with shit so he pig can suck dirty cock! You're gettin' off on this, aren't you, Dad? Your hot, stud boys gettin' down and dirty with you."

"Fuck yeah!" Dad groaned. "I got two fucking hot sons! Two nasty sons-of-bitches!"

"Smell my cock, Dad! Smell your shit on my cock!"

Dad lunged forward towards Matt's dick and ran his nose up and down my brother's shit covered dick.

"Now open your mouth, pig, and suck!"

As I watched Dad's mouth open and slide down Matt's fithy shaft, Matt pulled me close to him wrapping his strong arm around my waste.

"Kiss me, Jon." Matt whispered, lowering his head towards mine. "Kiss me."

I lifted my head and turned my lips towards Matt's. Reaching towards his shoulder I placed my shitty hand on the back of his neck and drew him closer. His lips brushed against mine softly.

"Your lips stink, Jon." Matt whispered. "Kiss me!"

As I pressed my lips against Matt's I could feel the shit on my lips sliming his and smell the stink. Matt pressed his lips against mine harder and I could feel his tongue parting my lips.

"Let's taste Dad's shit together, bro." Matt moaned, as he scraped his tongue on my lips then darted his toungue into my mouth.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" We both moaned, as we took turns sucking on one another's dirty, filth coated tongue.

As Matt and I kissed, I could hear Dad sucking hungrily on Matt's cock. I could hear the gurgling sounds his mouth made and his groans of pure pleasure.

I ran my hand over Matt's smoothe ass and felt him quake at my touch.

"I'm not hairy like Dad back there, Jon, but I'm just as dirty."

"Can I eat out your ass, Matt?" I moaned.

"Better yet, bro. You can fuck me. I love having my ass pounded, especially when its full of shit!"

"You'll let me fuck you, Matt?"

"I want you to fuck me, Jon. I wanna feel your cock pounding away at my dirty hole. Fuck me, Jon. Fuck m dirty!"

As I stepped behind Matt, he placed his hands on Dad's shouders and parted his legs for me. True. Matt's ass wasn't hairy like Dad's but it was muscular.

"Finger my hole first, Jon! I want you to cop a good whiff of my hole first so you'll know what your cock is getting into."

"Keep suckin' on my cock, pig! Bet you didn't know I like to get it up the ass! Yeah. I like it when the jocks at school take turns plowin' my butt and afterwards when they make me suck on their dirty dicks just how you're doin' now! Yeah. I'm a fuckin' faggot, Dad! A cock suckin', butt sniffin' fag! Come on, Jon, shove that dick of yours up my dirty butt! Fuck the shit outta me, man!"

I spat in the palm of my hand and mingled my spit with the pre-cum oozing out of my dick.

"Pull on my shitty balls, Dad, while Jon fucks me! Fuck me hard, Jon!"

Matt let out a deep sigh as my cock kissed his butthole.

"Give it to me, bro. You don't know how much I've wanted this. To be fucked by my kid brother and have my Dad suckin' on my cock! Man, that's the ultimate trip!"

I toyed with Matt's asshole, teasing it.

"Shove that cock up my ass, Jon! Fuck me!"

I lunged forward, embedding the head of my dick up Matt's shitter.

"Aaahhh!" Matt moaned, arching his back and bucking his ass. "Oh fuck, yeah!"

I grabbed Matt's waist and pulled him back, impaling him to the hilt on my cock. "Fucking shitty hole, Matt!" I moaned, as I began to piston my dick in and out.

"Yeah! It's shitty, Jon. Nice and dirty for you. Fuck me! Ride that jock cunt, bro! Rape that sloppy cunt! Can you feel all the shit up my ass?"

"Aw fuck! Fuck!" I hollered, pounding my brother's shitter. "Fucking sloppy cunt, man! Fuckng dirty and stink!"

"Yeah! Fuck me nasty, Jon. Fuck the shit outta me. I wanna feel you pop a load up my ass. Make me shoot my wad down Dad's throat. Fuck me! Suck my dirty dick, Dad! Fuck! Fuck!"

As I pounded away at Matt's ass, Dad sucked furiously on Matt's dick as he flailed away at his own cock.

The room filled with the sound of sex. The sound of sweaty flesh on sweaty flesh. The stench of manshit swirled up my nostrils. I felt nasty. I felt dirty. I felt raunchy.

"Suck! Suck that shitty cock you motherfuckin' cock suckin' bitch! You know you want my hot spooge down your cock suckin' pig throat! Yeah! Yank on those balls. Churn the cum in my nuts! Fuckin' pigs! Fuck yeah! Rape my ass, Jon! Fuck that jock hole! Fuck the shit outta me. I wanna cum at both ends. My cock and my fuckin' asshole!"

"Fuck! Fuck!" I hollered. "I'm gonna cum, Matt. Gonna fucking shoot my wad up your stinking ass!"

"Give it to me, bitch!" Matt screamed. "Cum up my ass!"

"Matt! Matt!" I hollered, bucking my hips furiously. "I'm gonna ... gonna ..."

"Cum up my butt, you stinking slut! Cum!"

I grabbed Matt's waist and took one final, deep plunge.

"Aaarrrggghhh!" I growled, slamming the full weight of my body against my brother. "Fuck! Fuck!"

"Yeah! Yeah!" Matt hollered, feverishly. "Jon's spoogin' my shithole, Dad! My kid brother's blowin' his wad up my faggot ass!"

Matt was ecstatic. The expression on his face was pure joy and ecstacy. The way he clenched his ass around my cock made me feel that he was making sure he milked every single drop of cum I had.

As I collapsed against Matt, shaking violently in my orgasm, Matt let out a deep groan. I knew he was about to cum. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close as his body spasmed.

"Drink my spunk, fucker!" Matt hollered, shoving his hips forward. "Gonna cum down your fucking throat, Dad!"

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Dad grunted, grabbing Matt's ass.

"Fuck! Fuck! Take it, man! Fuckin' faggot, jock cum! Aaaaaahhhhhh!"

"Shoot, Matt! Shoot that wad down his throat!" I hollered.

As Matt staggered backward, his dick plopped out of Dad's mouth. It dripped with brown, stinky slime.

Breathless, Dad fell back sprawled onto the floor covered in his own filth still jacking on his turgid cock.

"Get me off, guys!" Dad rasped, pounding his cock and yanking on his balls.

"Hey Jon!" Matt exclaimed, with a wicked grin on his face. "You know, after a guy shoots a load he usually has to take a piss."

"Fuck yeah!" Dad sighed, grinding his dirty ass onto the floor. "Piss on me while I beat off!"

"Oh, I'll do better than that, Dad." Matt replied, as he stepped over Dad and planted his feet on either side of him. "Can you take a piss, Jon?"

"Yeah. I can."

"Good. Piss on his dick while I stand here and take a shit."

"Aw fuck!" Dad groaned.

I stepped between Dad's outspread legs and aimed my dick down at his.

"Give it to me, boys!" Dad hollered, writhing on the floor. "Piss on me, Jon! Dump on me, Matt! I want you boys to slop me up good. I need it!"

"Who gets to see me shit?" Matt asked.

"Dad does." I said.

"What? You don't wanna watch your brother take a shit?"

"Sure I do, but I'll play in it after."

With that I let loose a strem of piss which splashed all over Dad's cock and balls.

"Yeah!" Dad hollered.

Matt's butt rumbled a juicy, wet fart. In an instant he sighed and a pile of shit flew out of his ass and splattered on Dad's hairy chest.

"Aw fuck!" Dad yelled, pulling furiously on his dick. "Fuckin' messy shit! Slooppy and stink."

"Turn around, Matt, and show me your ass."

Matt turned around and reaching behind, pulled his buttcheeks apart. His asshole gaped open and he farted out another steamy, smelly pile which hit Dad's cock.

"Want some sloppy seconds, Jon?" Matt purred.

I stepped up behind my brother and sank down on my knees and grinded my ass into the pasty pile just inches from my Dad's dick.

"You know you want it, Jon. Go for it. Eat my dirty ass.!"

"Mmmmmm! Fucking stink!" I rasped, sniffing my brother's dirty hole before plunging my tongue in.

"Yeah! Eat my ass, Jon! Eat my shitty ass while Dad beats off! Cum all over Jon's ass, Dad so we can lick it up together!"

As Dad beat on his dick and I ate out Matt's ass, I reached down and smeared shit all over Dad's chest. At the same time Matt aimed his dick at Dad's face and began to piss.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Dad yelled. "Fuckin' nasty boys! Fuck!"

I could hear Dad gulping and I knew that Matt was filling his mouth up with piss and that Dad was swallowing hard.

"Piss and shit." Matt said. "You just can't get enough. I guess I won't be using the toilet anymore."

"I'm your fucking toilet!" Dad growled. "My tongue is your fucking toilet paper! Fuck! Fuck!"

Dad bucked up and I felt his spunk hitting my back and sliding down the crack of my ass. Getting up I got down on my hands and knees and wiggled my ass at Matt and Dad.

"There's cum and shit all over my ass, guys."

In a flash, Matt and Dad were on their knees behind me, slurping away.

"Say Dad."

"Yeah, Jon?"

"About the laundry?"

"What about it?"

"Still want me to wash that jockstrap?"

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