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Becoming Dad's Kink Buddy
By Butt Sniffer777
Chapter 8
After their raunchy, piggy hike, the three guys returned to the cabin exhausted, but well sated. Showers were taken, and Jeff lounged on the couch between his dad and Uncle Phil, watching the fire crackling in the fireplace. Even though it was early summer the evenings could get chilly given that the cabin was up in the mountains. None of the men felt hungry since their stomachs were full of man shit. It was their last night; the next morning they would be returning home. Jeff had mixed feelings - the last few days had been incredibly hot, and the nasty play he'd experienced was beyond belief. Uncle Phil was leaned against one arm of the sofa with his legs stretched the length of the couch. Jeff reclined between Phil's legs, the boy's head and torso leaned back against the big man's chest. Rob leaned against the other end of the sofa, his legs entwining with those of his son and his best friend. Nobody spoke much; they were content to enjoy each others' company peacefully.
As he lay there, Jeff wondered if he'd still be able to play with his dad and Uncle Phil once they were back to their usual routines. He sure hoped he'd get to eat more crappy hole soon. The summer break lay ahead of the boy, and he didn't have very much planned. He had friends to visit with, and he was hoping to try out for track next year. He didn't have much experience, but when they'd spent some time on track events in PE class the past year, his coach had pulled him aside after class one day. Coach Kuhles had told him that he was doing really well. The man said that Jeff's physique was beautifully suited for running or jumping events - his long legs gave him an advantage, especially at this young age. Coach thought he might be a good fit for either high jump or hurdles. Jeff hadn't ever thought of it, but the idea was pretty exciting once he heard what Coach Kuhles had to say. And the coach had offered to spend a bunch of time with Jeff this summer getting some training in and seeing what events might play to the boy's strengths.
Jeff felt Phil's arms wrap around him, and he leaned back, nestling into the handsome man's torso. They dozed off and on, finally rousing themselves to make it to the bed where all three men immediately fell into the sleep of the dead.
Morning started to break, the sounds of the forest picked up and the men roused themselves. Jeff stayed in bed sleeping while the two men got up, fed the fire to get the chill out of the air and started coffee.
Eventually Jeff started to rouse. As he came to, he realized that he was lying on his stomach and he could feel hair rubbing against his ass as well as a strong tongue digging deep into his shithole. Phil had been reaming the boy's craphole out for a good 10 minutes before Jeff had even registered the handsome lumberjack's long tongue shoved all the way into his hole. Jeff moaned with pleasure as he stretched and farted, battling to push the man's tongue out of his butt with the force of his gas while the man pushed back just as fiercely, Phil kept his tongue in place while he snorted the filthy gas the kid had blasted into his mouth. Phil moaned in return, reveling in the feel of the young pig's cunt ring squeezing the man's tongue as he searched for shit ever deeper up the boy's crap tube. Phil enjoyed the dark, almost sour taste of the boy's shit chute. Since all three of them were pretty much full of recycled shit, the flavor of the crap was becoming ever more biting and acrid.
Jeff arched his back, pushing his ass upward, spindling his shitter on the man's ever-searching tongue. Phil's beard felt amazing to the young ass eater, rubbing up and down his crack as the boy let out a low moan and pushed back into the sexy man's mouth. Jeff's ass lips started to soften and puff out just as Phil detected the crown of shit emerging from the depths of the boy's gut. Phil let out a low, growling noise as he detected the turd, swirling his tongue around the tip of the log and taking in its firm, smooth texture.
All of a sudden, Rob said from behind them, "Hey, you two. Take a break. I have us set up out in the living room." Both man and boy groaned as they pulled apart. "Come on in here". Jeff and Phil got themselves off the bed and wandered into the living room. Rob had set up Jeff's rim chair near the fire.
Phil's eyes widened. "Right on - the rim chair! I'm looking forward to trying this out." The man's eyes twinkled as he pictured himself underneath the boy's young, smooth shitter.
"Hold it there, Phil. We both know who's going to be sitting on that first, but I only think it's fair for you and me to toss a coin to see who gets to be underneath first.", Rob said, grinning. Phil immediately let out a huge groan.
"Aw, Rob - no way, bro. I had my heart set on eating your boy's load of crap from underneath that chair.", the big man moaned. "Can I work something out with you, buddy? I promise to share the meal with you. Just let me go first" His eyes were pleading - the big man was in heat for the kid's recycled shit.
Before Rob could answer, his son interjected, "I promise to make sure you both get some. But can we get going? I can't hold onto my shit much longer, Dad." The boy danced with the need to release the big column of turd that had started to crown.
"All right, Phil - looks like you win. But you gotta save me some, right? Now get under the seat quickly. I think you're not going to have to wait any time at all for your breakfast, buddy."
Phil was already getting himself in position the moment Rob capitulated, not wanting to waste a second. He got the lid down and grabbed the open bottle of poppers the boy's father handed to him. He huffed deeply, feeling the hit kick into full gear as he handed the bottle back and focused on the young, smooth ass that was descending on his face with no delay. Phil's hit of poppers kicked into overdrive just as he took in the sight of Jeff's shit hole losing its battle to hold the wide bullet of crap inside of him. The boy groaned loudly in ecstasy as the dark, putrid column of feces came in for a landing on Phil's tongue. The man's mouth was wide open in anticipation. He released a primal growl of absolute pleasure as the log bullied its way down the lumberjack's throat. The boy farted wetly as inch after inch of his solid filth shot from his distended crap hole, propelled by the pressure that had been building since before Jeff had awakened. Jeff's shit tunnel crackled and spit wetly, releasing the wide column of recycled turd. It was amazing that such a huge log could emerge from the rectum of a boy Jeff's age. The head of the shit log jammed into the big man's throat and the pressure had started to back up towards Jeff's hole before the kid managed to pinch off the long column of shit. The young pig's hole spasmed involuntarily, clasping and releasing over and over as the puffy ass lips pulled themselves back into the boy's body, retracting bit by bit so that his shitter returned to the tiny bud it usually was. A large chunk of turd hung on like a shitty stalactite clinging to the boy's hole, swinging precariously and finally falling on the third or fourth spasm. The chunk landed next to Phil's left nostril, joining the four inches of waxy, sticky turd that protruded from his gaping mouth. All three men moaned, Jeff from the wonderful release of pressure, and Phil with amazement as he realized just how big his breakfast was going to be. Rob had been bent over watching his filthy son feed his best friend. He exclaimed in glee, "Whoooaaaaa, Jeff - that's some kinda crap you just dropped into Phil's mouth. Way to go, Son! I sure hope you saved plenty of that for me." Jeff leaned forward to stand up, turning around so that both father and son were staring down through the top of the rim seat watching the big, handsome man starting to work off a chunk of the shit with his tongue, preparing to swallow his first piece down. The toilet seat framed the face of the big bearded redhead. Rob immediately grabbed his cellphone from the table, turning it on and pressing the button to start filming the big lumberjack sucking down eight inches of recycled boyshit.
Phil worked his tongue as best as he could, licking the slimy surface of the fecal material. The taste was completely concentrated with repeated trips through the digestive tracts of all three men. It was dark and rancid tasting - the big man had never eaten anything like it. The texture had smoothed out greatly as the chunks peppering the turds in early rounds had been digested again and broken down, creating a dense, smooth bite. Father and son jacked their rock-hard cocks as Rob continued to film, capturing the twisted, sick sight of the big man swallowing the slurry of crap and saliva down yet again, the hefty protrusion of shit being taken bit by bit into the man's gaping mouth until finally the man's shit-covered lips moved freely and he could roll the remaining mass of shit around in his mouth, pushing it out between his lips for the camera, only to pull it back in with his tongue. He did this half a dozen times more, finally swallowing the last of the shit and licking around the inside of his mouth to clean everything. At the end Phil shoved his tongue out at the camera, displaying his empty, shit-stained mouth.
"Fuck!", Rob declared as he stopped recording. "That was awesome, buddy! You're gonna love watching the movie of yourself eating that big piece of Jeff's shit. I just wish I'd had the camera going from the beginning."
"Yeah, Phil!", Jeff exclaimed at the handsome pig winking at him through the frame of the rim chair. "That was amazing - I sure hope I can eat crap as good as you and Dad do someday!". The boy looked at his father. "Dad, can I finish shitting now? I really need to go."
"Get the hell outta the way, Phil", Rob shouted. "I got an urgent meeting with my boy's crap, so time for you to move on.", he said with a grin. No sooner had the bearded redhead vacated his space under the rim chair than the handsome man lowered himself into position, breathed deeply from the dark bottle proffered to him by Phil and lowered the seat to await his boy as the young man turned and sat down.
Rob could see a thick halo of dark turd lining the boy's hairless hole. Since Phil's mouth had been filled to overflowing with the kid's log he hadn't been able to clean up the crap hole. Rob wasn't about to miss out on the opportunity. His tongue was fully extended as Jeff touched down on the rim chair, making contact with the shit-smeared ring of muscle as the boy settled onto his father's face. Rob worked his tongue deep into his son's tight shitter, swiping at the leftover crap in the hole and then circling around the tight ring of muscle, catching the pasty, strong mess with his tongue and working it into a soft mud before he swallowed it down. He let out a growl of pure pleasure as he turned his head to the side to speak to Phil.
"Buddy, give me the poppers and then give Jeff a big hit too. I want him to really let loose on me.", said Rob. The lumberjack uncapped the bottle of poppers as the boy moaned in delighted anticipation. Rob took a deep, long hit and then Phil held the bottle to the kid's nostril and pushed the other side of his nose closed with his thick digit. The boy breathed in deeply and held his breath waiting for the poppers to hit. Rob continued to lick his son's shitty butthole, letting out a stifled grunt as Jeff's sphincter collapsed and expanded suddenly, dumping a massive log into his father's pig throat.
Rob's mouth was totally stuffed with his son's warm shit. He relaxed his throat as the kid's shit jammed down, angling straight down his dad's throat. Rob was able to keep ahead of the barrage for awhile but finally had to sneak an uncomfortable swallow in, his gullet pinching the fat log off briefly as Jeff continued to push crap into his dad's gaping maw. Fortunately, the shit was getting softer so it was easier for the man to manage the feces. As his dad chewed and swallowed the softening turd, Jeff moaned and gave a final heave of crap onto his dad's face - the softest filth he'd spewed out yet. Rob groaned under the final onslaught of soft serve, still working on the pasty stew that was in his mouth.
Phil spoke, "Get up, young'un - let's get that chair off of your dad's face, OK?" The boy got up and Phil raised the rim seat off of his buddy's head so they could see him unobstructed, His eyes had a far-off look of utter contentment as he downed his boy's sludge. Phil and Jeff watched for a bit before Phil started to get down on his knees. "Help me out here, boy - gotta get your dad cleaned up."
He leaned in to take a swipe of the slack pile of soft feces as Jeff hurried to follow suit. Pretty soon both man and boy had timed things so that they alternated swipes of crap, working to get it down and go back for more. By the time they had worked most of the soft pile into their mouths Rob had swallowed the load in his mouth and his tongue was darting out to lick around his lips. The three shit kissed as they worked to clean up Jeff's dump, enjoying the total intimacy of sharing a freshly recycled pile of crap together. Suddenly, Jeff stood up and howled with the onset of a huge orgasm, pumping his load onto the men as they swapped shitty kisses and jacked themselves off furiously. Phil straightened up and sat back on his haunches as he felt his nut coming. It wasn't long before huge ropes of cum decorated Rob's chest as both men came in great heaves.
The three looked at each other, chests pumping and crap-smeared mouths grinning before they broke into deep laughter. Finally, Rob said, "Fuck, that was hot - thanks for fixing breakfast for us, Son! We need to get cleaned up, guys. As much as I hate to say it, it's time to get home. I gotta piss bad - who's gonna get it?" Jeff laughed as he darted to the bathroom, followed by the two handsome, hairy men. He got on his knees in the tub as his father pulled up to the side of the bathtub and stared down into his kid's eyes. "I hope you're really thirsty, son - you're gonna get it hard."
A fat jet of dark yellow morning piss shot from the father's piss slit as he released a massive, rumbling fart. The man hurtled the stream of urine into his son's mouth with the force of a fire hose, causing the foul liquid to splash out of Jeff's mouth and all over himself as the youngster struggled to keep up with the onslaught of dank home brew. "It looks like the pig needs some more, Rob.", Phil said as he took his place next to his buddy. Phil wasted no time in hurling another fat stream of dark urine into the boy's already overflowing mouth. The kid was practically choking to death under double shot of metallic-tasting manpiss, coughing and gagging as he struggled for air. The men doused his head for a few seconds so Jeff could swallow his huge mouthful of warm piss and gasp for oxygen, filling his lungs before the men directed their streams back at the boy's mouth. The boy coughed a couple more times but managed to stay even with the urine that was coming out of the men's piss slits. Phil and Rob shook the last drops off of their fat cocks while the boy grinned up at them, belching out a huge blast of piss breath. Phil laughed as he reached down to turn on the water. The boy showered with each man in turn, kneeling down under the falling water to lick each man's trench for a few seconds before it got too wet. They all luxuriated in the warm shower until the hot water ran out, signaling time to get out and get packed.
The cars were loaded and the cabin cleaned and laundry started in the dryer within an hour. Phil hugged Jeff and Rob in turn before he got in his car, promising to invite dad and son over soon for a boy's night of filthy pig play. Rob and Jeff got in their vehicle and followed Uncle Phil down the driveway, heading back home.