Filthy Family

Filthy Family Pt 2

(Fictional story--for fantasy purposes only)

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I left Raj's house horny and confused. I'd just given his dad a foot massage and then watched him take a piss with my first view of an uncut cock. I had been shitting in the master bathroom and his dad barged in and pissed in the sink because I was on the toilet. After that, I'd gone back to Raj's room but heard his dad calling them all to dinner.

I left quickly so I could get home not miss dinner at my place. My mom would be bitchy if I was late and dad would be on her side of any argument just so she'd shut up. I barely arrived in time to avoid mom complaining.

"Finally!" she said. "We were about to eat without you!"

"I got all my homework done at Raj's house."

"Well, maybe he should come do his homework over here some time," she said more calmly.

Her tone lightened up.

"We haven't even met your best friend yet. You can bring him over here some time. Your dad and I don't bite."

I laughed. Mom wasn't always mean--she was just a stickler about being on time for dinner.

"I know mom."

Nothing more was said as we dug into mom's fantastic fried chicken and mashed potatoes with gravy. As I ate with my parents, there was small talk about everyone's day but my mind was preoccupied with Raj and his strange family. Not only was I messing around with Raj on a daily basis, I'd now seen all his family exposed.

All of his family was hot: his hairy beefy dad, his oldest jock brother, and his slim and lanky middle brother. I kept reliving the moment in my head when I saw Raj sucking cum out of his Bobby's asshole. I wondered who had fucked him. I was sure after that the whole family had sex together. I couldn't wait to go over there again and see what happened next.

The day after my last visit to Raj's house my mom picked me up because it was stormy outside. We had an agreement that I wasn't to walk home if it was thundering with lightning. I had no homework that night so I pretended to go to my room and read comic books, but I sneaked into the bathroom and stayed there for an hour. I held my shit all day hoping to share it with Raj but when that didn't happen, I felt cheated. So as soon as I was alone I went to take a dump. Mom was gone on an errand and dad was dozing on the couch.

In the bathroom I stripped naked and moved the rug off the tile by the toilet. In view of a wall length mirror I spread my ass and watched it open as my shit oozed out. With a slow and steady flow, my turd grew into a nice log and fell hard on the floor. I got on my hands and knees to sniff it and lick it. It tasted bitter and was kind of dry on the knobby end. I went to the tapered end and sucked on the tornado-shaped point. It was softer. I used my front teeth and chewed the end off.

In front of the mirror I chewed up the small bit of shit and swallowed. I thought it was so wild and cools that a piece of my own shit was now traveling down my throat. My penis, even though small, was hard as a rock.

Bending down to the floor wasn't comfortable, so I thought "what the fuck" and just picked up the log in my hand. Being even bolder, I stuck it in my mouth and sucked on it. I bit off a giant chunk with my front teeth. I loved the way it felt biting right into it. The shit was like a drug to me. Each new action was more exciting and I felt such a rush from eating it.

My dick remained hard and I was really hyped up from endorphins stimulated by chomping on my turd. I stuck out my tongue to see its awesome brown color after I swallowed hard. I bit some more off. The chewing became fun and I loved the sensation of the chunky slimy consistency. I began to show off in front of myself and make loud smacking noises. I made myself laugh!

I felt my gums and teeth filling up with chewed up turd meat. I liked the gummy feel of the shit after I bit down into it and opened my jaws gain. I pressed the mushy mess to the roof of my mouth and smashed it to make it creamier. The taste was bad but good because it so thrilling to do something so forbidden. Intermittently I licked my fingers or sniffed them. My dick never went limp. I kept thinking what it would be like to do that with Raj. I imagined us sharing his mushy shit pile.

Then suddenly I was shocked to see that I had eaten the whole load! I must have been in there for over thirty minutes. I felt another dose of reality when I heard the doors rattle from the suction of the front door opening--mom was back.

Nervously I rushed to the sink and started washing my hands. Then I looked up to see shit on my mouth and chin! My teeth were caked full of shit. Then I started scooping water into my mouth. Shitty water filled the sink. I reached for a paper cup in the holder by the sink and filled it with Listerine mouthwash. I gargled and spit over and over trying to do it quietly. I heard mom call my name.

"I'm in the bathroom!"

"I got us carry out!" she called from the other room.

I gave up on the sink cleanup and turned on the shower. I let the water spray into my mouth and wash my teeth. I spit over and over. I washed my hands several times but the shit odor remained but not as strong. I hurried to my room in my towel and changed into underwear and a t-shirt. I left my room and joined my family.

Mom asked why I had showered at night instead of in the morning. I lied and told them that I had "bad dookie" and had to wash up because toilet paper wasn't doing anything. Mom joked she was sorry she asked and dad laughed. Mom had picked up fried chicken on her errands, so I grabbed a paper plate and a couple of legs. I poured me some iced tea and met them in the living room where we often ate informally. I immediately filled my mouth with food hoping to mask the shit and mouthwash smells. I hoped the greasy food would cover any shit odors from my mouth if my mom kissed me good night later.

After dinner, we watched TV and I kept burping. Each time it was shit flavored and smelled like farts. It was kinda cool but I felt weird doing it by my folks. I excused myself as soon as possible and headed to the bedroom.

Feeling relaxed and full, I pulled off my shirt and shirt and lay in my underwear. It was the first time I didn't bother with pajamas. I pushed my briefs to my knees and spit on my hand. I rubbed my penis and thought of nasty things like sticking my fingers in Raj's asshole or kissing his butt. With no warning, the door opened. It was dad.

"Hey sport I--sorry buddy!"

I was caught red-handed. I couldn't believe dad had barged in after he and I talked about me doing that in private. After he left without freaking out, I kept masturbating. Instead of thinking of Raj, I concentrated on dad busting me. The image of the open door and his surprised expression replayed in my head. I came right away.

Half an hour later, there was a knock. I'd fallen asleep. I pulled my underwear up and told dad to come in. I was wearing only my tight white briefs.

"Sorry about that son. I guess I will knock from now on. I'll suggest the same to your mom but I'll not relate it to your `handy-work'".

I rolled my eyes at his corny joke.

"I'd only come by because you'd been off by yourself all night. I was afraid you weren't feeling good."

I thought it was a good time to mess with my dad's head in revenge for barging in on me.

"Dad, I think I got some questions about what we talked of before."

He closed the door and sat on the bed.

"Yeah buddy, okay."

He looked at me in the eyes and I pretended to be sheepish and shy.

"Well you told me it was okay to do that dad. Are you mad at catching me doing it?"

He seemed nervous now.

"Uh, no Bruce. It's just that I thought maybe if you did it then you'd do it later at night--not in the middle of the evening when your mom and I are up."

Then I started talking about it.

"It feels really good dad. I really like it. Can I keep on doing it even after I start making sperm?"

Dad's face turned red.

"That will be your choice son. I just asked that you be discreet...you know...private about it."

"Do you make sperm when mom isn't home?"

"Okay now, that's too private son. I'll answer any questions about your body and growing up, but that's not the sort of thing you should know."

"Ah, okay dad!"

I moved over and gave him a kiss on the side of his face. That wasn't abnormal--I kissed both of my parents "goodnight" all the time. Only this time I did it slower and sniffed his face. He smelled still of aftershave from the morning.

"I'm heading back to watch TV with mom. Don't stay up too late."

I grinned when he left the room. Dad in just his undershirt and jeans, barefoot and causal with his glasses off was kind of hot for a 32-year-old man. I started thinking about what he must look like naked. I'd have to find a way to see his body and penis. With the chance of my mom coming in or dad returning being lesser, I got naked and spit on my dick. I squatted on the floor next to the bed and wiggled my middle finger into my asshole and found a bit of sludge in my ass. I scooped it out and stuck the finger in my mouth after taking a big sniff from it.

I didn't bother jacking off. Just the feeling of being naked in my room and eating my shit was enough to get me off mentally. I sat there sucking my dirty middle finger until it was clean. I pulled it out of my mouth and there was shit under the fingernail. I left it. With my clothes on the floor, I rolled on to the bed. The sheets felt good to my naked body. I pulled the covers up and turned over after I turned my lamp off. I decided right then I was going to sleep naked from now on!

The next day things changed at school. The new wing of the school was opened and soon men were outside boarding up the trailers to transport them to another school. We sat near them at recess watching.

"Look at that Mexican dude. I like him. He's got a big bulge in his jeans and every time he bends over you can see a lot of his crack...Look!"

I glanced over at the guys working and noticed the one he was talking about. He was young, slim, dark, and cute. He was skinny and every time he walked, he pulled up his pants. Then they would sag again just enough for an inch or two of ass crack to show below his tight uniform polo type of shirt. It was like he HAD to know that they were too baggy to stay up and we saw no underwear sticking up when the pants rode down.

"I'll be his ass smells really good!"

I laughed.

"Why do you think?"

"Coz it's gotta be all sweaty and stinky. I love stinky asses!"

His dirty talk made me hard. I kind of liked some of the older Latino men working with the skinny guy. They were nice looking and a little stocky but I liked that. I liked their beards and mustaches. They all wore the same uniform shirt but in different sizes. Once of them lifted his shirt to wipe his forehead. The belly exposed was light skinned and smooth. When he scratched his belly I swore I saw hair above his belt. Was that his crotch hair like I'd seen at Raj's house? His brothers and dad all had a bush.

"I bet these guys just whip it out and take a piss when they gotta go! I'll bet their piss would be delicious."

He kept surprising me with saying stuff like that. The bell rang and the two teachers rounded us up. They counted us and called our names at the door before went back inside. I couldn't wait to get out of school and see Raj again. We separated to go to our separate afternoon classes. Just after class started, I heard thunder booming. Another dang thunderstorm! That meant mom would be picking me up.

When she came, I was standing outside talking to Raj. She offered to drive him home too. So we drove and I was thrilled to see him (if only for the short drive home). When we got to his place his dad was parking. He saw Raj get out of the car and came to talk to mom. They introduced themselves and chatted for a bit. His dad held up a jacket over his head while it drizzled. When it started pouring hard again, mom said he better go in where it was safe and they said good-bye.

I wondered if he would be stripping off his wet business clothes right there in the living room where I'd rubbed his big feet. Mom commented that he was handsome. The she started asking me about school. I told her how we watched the men putting wheels on the trailers during recess. Just then her cell phone rang. We were pulling into our driveway.

"Oh Jennifer, dammit not again. I can't believe you. I don't know why I bother. Yes...."

It was my Aunt Jennifer...mom's sister. They argued while the garage door opened and mom drove the car out of the rain. The door lowered and I got out of the car. Mom rambled on. I went on inside.

"Where's your mom?" Dad said.

I nodded to the garage. Then we heard mom's voice talking in an aggravated mood. Dad silently shook his head.

"Aunt Jennifer?" he asked.

"Yeah."

Mom tossed her cell angrily on the couch and walked back to the kitchen. I heard her and talking to dad and it seemed my aunt was in some kind of trouble again and needed a ride. I'd heard mom talk about her having a drug problem several times before--I assumed it was the same issue again.

After dinner mom left to go help out my Aunt with whatever her problem was. Dad watched TV on the couch and I went to the bathroom to try to shit. I grunted and farted but nothing came. I was hoping to repeat the shit eating session I had the other night--but no turd came.

Then I got smart and wiggled a spit-covered middle finger up my ass and only felt a couple of nuggets. I dug them out and plopped them in my mouth! Further digging found no more treasures, so I gave up and left.

I sneaked back to my room feeling ballsy for walking around with two small pieces of shit in my mouth. I lay on my bed and studied my vocabulary words for the spelling test I had the next day. Meanwhile, the small shit bits slowly dissolved in my mouth and then were gone. I had a glass of grape juice with ice in it by the bed. When the shit was gone I just rinsed my mouth like all was normal with a big guzzle of the drink.

I thought the house was unusually quiet, so I slowly left the room. I didn't see dad in the living room. He wasn't anywhere, so I walked back toward my parents' room. I heard soft heavy breathing. The door was closed. I tried to look under the door but saw nothing but the bottom of the bed and his jeans at his feet! I couldn't see anything though above that.

Dad's moans got closer together. I don't know why I did it. If the door was shut I knew I shouldn't enter, but I opened it. Just as I did dad, who was lying on the bed with his feet on the floor, had his hand gripped on his penis and it was shooting white volleys of liquid into the air! He was gasping hard. Then he saw me.

"GET OUT BRUCE!" he yelled.

I hauled ass to my room and shut the door. I was excited from having seen my dad's erect penis but at the same time I was afraid he'd come give me a spanking. I started making up reasons in my head for why I had entered the room. It was about fifteen minutes before I heard the knock at my door. He didn't wait for me to answer.

"Are you getting back at me for busting in on you or what?" he said pissed.

I'd never heard that tone in dad's voice before.

"I'm sorry dad. I heard noises and I thought you fell down or got hurt or something."

He laughed strangely and shook his head. He ran his fingers through his hair. He sighed and rolled his eyes.

"I won't be coming in here without knocking ever again. You promise me the same--man to man?"

I nodded.

"Were you making sperm daddy?

I hadn't used the word "daddy" in a couple of years.

"Yeah buddy, I was. It was really embarrassing having you barge in like that!"

"I'm sorry dad."

"I'm sure you are. But I am also gonna ask that we keep this among ourselves...okay?"

"Mom doesn't like you making sperm alone?"

"Bruce, that's private."

"Sorry dad."

He patted me on the head.

"I'm not angry anymore. Let's just try to chill out, okay?"

"Yes sir."

He kissed me on the top of my head and got up and left. I sat there on the bed and rolled over. He'd closed the door when he left, so I took my clothes off. I started thinking of how long his dick was. It wasn't fat and with the weird flap of skin like Raj's dad's penis. It was long, skinny, and had a soft pink head on it. I noticed in those few seconds that dad's balls were long and hairy and that he sure squirted a lot of sperm everywhere. I wondered if he wiped it up or ate it.

I started thinking of sneaking up on him again but being very quiet. I imagined watching him jacking his dick and making all that white stuff come out. I started playing with my own dick and rubbed it like dad had been doing it. I spit in my hand to make it feel better. I came quickly.

I got up to pee and heard the shower starting. Mom and dad's bathroom was on the other side of mine. I heard the sound of the shower door moving. With mom still gone, I sneaked down the hallway and opened the bedroom door. The only light in the bedroom was from the bathroom. I walked into the bedroom and in the darkness looked into the bathroom.

I saw my tall dad rubbing shampoo into his hair. The glass wasn't frosted and I could see everything. Water rolled off his slim body. Dad was in decent shape--not muscular but there was no fat. He rinsed the shampoo off and grabbed a bottle of liquid soap. He used a sponge and rubbed it all over his body--even in the crack of his ass. The last thing he washed was his dick and balls. He soaped them up by hand and spent extra time on them. I noticed his penis was starting to get bigger. He stroked it a few times but stopped. Then he rinsed all over.

When I heard the water being turned off I disappeared. I quietly closed his door and tiptoed back to my room. I got under the covers and turned out the light. I heard mom come home and dad talked her for a while in the living room. As I drifted off to sleep, I remembered his words...it was our secret what I saw.

Saturday morning, I woke up naked and pulled on some underwear. I went to the kitchen to eat breakfast and no one was up yet. I softly walked near my parent's door and heard muffle moans. I was now experienced enough to know they must be having sex. I enjoyed seeing dad nude the night before, but I thought it was gross to imagine my parents "doing it".

I went to the kitchen and got out a bowl and filled it with Captain Crunch. I poured milk into the bowl and began to eat. Dad came out in shorts with a flushed face but looked relaxed.

"Morning son."

"Hey dad."

"No pajamas?" he said.

"That's for little kids dad."

He just nodded. He grabbed two glasses of orange juice. He opened a cabinet high over the fridge and poured a little booze into each glass and then disappeared. I'd seen him do that many times before.

I decided after being bored in my room to walk over to Raj's house. It was about ten in the morning and sunny outside. Mom and dad had finally come out and were stirring around. I got permission to leave and headed out.

When I walked up to Raj's place I felt my penis get hard for no reason. I knocked on the door and no one came at first. I knocked again and nothing. Just as I gave up and walked into the yard, the front door opened. Bobby stood behind the door.

"Come in kid!"

I walked hurriedly back to the door and went inside. It was darker than usual. All blinds were shut and no lights were on. Bobby closed the door behind me. I turned to see him. He was wearing only a jock strap. His hair was even more fucked up than before.

"My bro's gone. Dad took him to the dentist and to get a haircut. You can wait here for them. It might be awhile. You wanna come wait for them in my room?"

How could I say no to a nearly naked teenager who towered over me and looked hot as hell? I followed him down the dark hall and into his room. It smelled like dirty socks. The only light was from a laptop with a screensaver on it. Japanese anime images in bright colors changed every few seconds on it. I saw clothes and a few pair of tennis shoes in the floor next to a big skateboard. Another board hung on the wall. A crappy beat up desk held the laptop with loose skateboard wheels sitting on its keyboard.

The bright screen was enough light to see what he was doing. He bumped up behind me as I gawked at the room. I felt his jock-covered crotch push against me as he stepped over junk in the floor. He hopped on the bed and lay there with his legs open. I couldn't see in the shadows but I knew there was nothing covering his asshole. He stretched out his legs and wrapped them around my waist. His legs pulled me close to the bed.

"You like looking at my body huh? I noticed every time you come over. You like checkin' me out! You wanna have a little fun?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Why don't you take your shirt off?"

I nervously pulled it off. I definitely wanted to fool around with him but I was a little scared. He was bigger and older and I was unsure that I should be doing something without Raj. Bobby has a very cocky attitude like he was superior to me.

He stuck his foot out and rubbed my crotch. His foot moved up to my chest and I felt his toes wiggle.

"What? You can rub my dad's feet but you don't want to touch mine?" he said in a slightly sarcastic tone.

I put my hands on his foot. It felt warm against my chest. I let hit slip into my hands and I moved it upward. Then he pressed his toes against my nose. I pressed my nose between two of the middle toes. It smelled kind of funky.

I used my hands to rub its underside. He wiggled his toes again. I let one slip into my mouth.

"Finally!" He snorted.

I sucked the salty toe and rubbed my tongue around it. I really did like it! I sucked the big toe next. After working the big toe over, the other toes got sucked on one at a time. He lifted his foot higher and I licked up and down the sole. His feet were very smooth and big. His toes were long and the nails were cut short.

Then the other foot rose from the floor. He was still lying back on the bed with his feet in the air. I could tell his dick was hard because it was pushing the fabric up and his balls were peeking out the bottom.

I finished the first foot and then sucked the toes of the other. He sighed and moaned a lot. He had his hands under his head and his eyes were closed. He let me lick them over again. When I was done he pulled me toward the bed with his long skinny legs and sat up.

"Lay next to me man. Come on up here."

I hesitated.

"Come one dude,"

He used his foot to pull the elastic of my shorts down in the front. His foot pushed against my dick.

"You're liking this too man, you can't fool me!"

He sat up all the way and his feet touched the carpet. He reached for my shorts and shoved them down so they fell to my feet. He grabbed me and pulled me up on to the bed. I had on just tennis shoes after my shorts dropped away. He pulled them off quickly. I fell back and he grabbed my feet and started sucking on my toes.

"You got sweaty feet! Love it!"

My feet tickled like crazy and I tried to pull away.

"You're ticklish huh?"

Then he rolled on top of me and started tickling me all over my ribs and stomach. I was squirming and wiggling to free myself.

"Stop it!" I laughed.

"No I like seeing you wiggle around! Look at that little woody of yours stickin' straight up!"

It was true, my dick was totally hard and why wouldn't it be? I was wriggling naked with another dude who was practically naked too. He pinned me down on the bed and I couldn't move at all. He kissed my mouth lightly. Then he moved to my neck and licked all over it making me giggle and squirm even more. His weight was almost crushing as his bony ribs pushed against mine. I freed my legs and wrapped them around his waist. He kept grabbing at my ribs and underarms and tickled me.

"I gotta pee!" I yelled.

"Oh yeah? Prove it!"

I couldn't hold it and a trickle squirted out between us. Immediately he moved down to put his mouth on my penis. I let go and I felt my small dick filling his mouth with piss. It was a strange feeling to piss lying down and in someone's mouth. At first I wasn't sure I was peeing anymore until he opened his mouth and some dribbled onto my leg. Then he pulled off.

"Tasty!" he sniggered. "I got something you might think is tasty too!"

On a whim, I mumbled, "Sperm?"

He laughed a lot.

"I call it cum! You want some of my cum? It's been a whole day since I shot a load and I need my dick milked bad!"

"Okay," I said softly.

"You can't have it that easy! You need to work for it! I need you to eat out my pits!"

He grabbed my head in a tight grip with my face pressed into his dank and stinky armpit. My nose touched damp curly hairs. The odor was strong. It didn't gross me out--like shit it was kind of exciting. It was all I could smell.

"Lick it clean dude!"

I did my best to move my jaw in the tight grip. I was able to open my mouth and move my tongue a little and it tasted acrid. My tongue rubbed against the sweat hairs. It was too hard to really lick with his arm gripping me so I just sucked on it. He signed and his arm relaxed a little. He held me there for about five minutes and released me.

He lay back and nodded to his other armpit.

"Now the other one!"

With more freedom to move, I move over and sniffed it. It was strong and musky. I started lapping at it and then rubbed my nose in it. I was really enjoying doing something so dirty.

"Lick it out man!"

I obeyed and licked his armpit all the way up and down. Soon it didn't smell so much anymore. He gripped my head hard and forced my nose against it hard like before. So I sucked on it for several minutes.

"You're a good pit licker kid. Now you earned some cum!"

He stood up and pulled off his jock. His hard dick flapped against his bushy pubic hair. It was as dark as the hair on his head. He turned on a lamp on the desk and opened a drawer. He pulled out a small plastic container and popped the lid up.

"Squirt this on my dick and rub it until I cum. Jack me good and pay attention to my head. I love my head worked over good! Feel free to play with or lick my nuts!"

He was very bossy. He moved up on the bed on all fours like a dog. I faced his backside. His smooth butt didn't have a single blemish on it. His balls hung low and there was curly hairs on them. The hair on his legs stopped just below the butt cheeks and the skin there was white. There were tan lines from a tiny swimsuit. I stared between his legs and saw that his hard dick pointed toward his upper body.

"Well get to it!"

I reached for it and pulled it backwards so it was pointing downward. I was afraid I was going to hurt it by pulling it back so far, but he didn't complain. I squirted the lube all over it and into my hands.

"You can start milking it any day now!"

I guessed he wanted me to milk him like they did cows on TV. So I started from the root and rubbed down with one hand. That seemed awkward, so I used both hands. With a tight grip I squeezed up and down.

"Squeeze it tight dude. Milk me good!"

I gripped my hands tight and went up and down. I remembered his instructions and used one hand to milk and the other to massage the dick head. He moaned load.

"Of my fucking god, yes!"

I kept that up for about five minutes only. While doing it I kept staring at his nice ass and wondering what his asshole looked like, but his cheeks were pulled tight. He told me I could lick his balls, so I stretched my head down to do it. His nuts had curly black hairs and smelled like his underarms but with a slightly different variation. I licked up and down his taint and he groaned. I moved my nose upward and pressed it into his crack. The scent was heavenly--a fragrance off ass and the scent of dirty balls mixed together. I inhaled deeply. A fart blasted out of the hole and I felt hot air blow against my nose. He made no apologies.

When he started to climax, he groaned louder.

"Keep it in your hand, don't spill it, I'm cumming!"

He made all kinds of grunts and moans as he bucked his hips. He said words like fuck and shit and goddammit. My hand filled with warm cum as the other milked it dry. When he finally shut up, he slowly rolled over.

"Come here sexy!"

I moved to him and he pulled my hand to his face.

"Fuck I cum a lot don't I?"

I nodded.

"Eat it for me dude!"

I wasn't sure I wanted to. It looked a little gross, but then I thought about the fact that I had eaten shit so how could this be worse? I moved my lips to it and ate the cum from my palm. It was dripping down my wrist and arm. I hurriedly licked it up.

"Every last drop man!"

I cleaned off all his jizz with my mouth until my hand and forearm was wet only with spit. He told me to lick my fingers clean. He pulled me to him and wrapped his legs around me. My back was against his chest. He kissed my neck.

"Your so hot little guy!"

His hard dick pressed up under my crack. He wrapped his legs around me tighter. We stayed that way for a long time. Then I thought I heard him snoring. I tried to wiggle free but he squeezed me tight.

"You're not going anywhere. You're my naked prisoner. You're stuck here to service me and you can't ever put clothes on again."

I was getting scared thinking he wasn't going to let me go home. I wiggled some more.

"I gotta go!"

"Okay man...but can you help me out one more time?"

I couldn't move in his grip.

"I gotta take a piss. I did it for you, so you can do it for me okay?"

I knew what he wanted.

"Okay."

He let me go and I sat up fast. He lay there with a half hard cock. He nodded down toward it.

"Put your mouth on it!" he snapped.

I bent down and put my mouth around the bottom end of his dick. I sat there for several seconds until the gusher came. It was a strong stream and I struggled to swallow and not choke. His hand held a tight grip on my head not allowing me to move. Some piss dribbled down my chin. Then he let go and I started coughing a lot.

"Fuck, you'll get better at it. Next time you'll do a better job. Thanks for the fun dude!"

He got up and bent down to grab something. Then he left the room. I sat up and looked around for my clothes. I found just my shoes! He took my stuff! I panicked for a second and then turned on the main light hoping I'd just not found them in the low light. I kicked around his clothes and other junk and couldn't find my shorts, underwear, and shorts. I got really worried.

I left the room to look for him. Scotty's door was closed. When I tried to open it the door was locked. I went to Raj's room. Worse case scenario I'd wear some of Raj's clothes home but how would I explain that to mom? I thought of stories like I spilled milk all over me and they let me wear his clothes home. I went naked wearing just my shoes to the kitchen, living room, and even peeked in the garage looking for Bobby.

When I passed through the hallway again he grabbed me and shouted, "BOO!"

"Where's my clothes!"

"Why don't you go home naked? It's fun to walk around naked outside! I've done it!"

"I need them!"

I was on the verge of crying until he walked to the bathroom and opened a cabinet. He pulled out my clothes and tossed them at me.

"I was just teasing you dude!"

I was so relieved and pulled my clothes on in lightning speed.

"When is Raj gonna be home?"

"Oh probably not for hours!"

He'd led me to believe Raj would have been home sooner and had tricked me into staying. I looked at the clock and I'd been there for two hours.

"I'm gonna go ride my board. You can wait around here if you want. And hey...what we did. This will be our little secret okay?"

"Okay."

Bobby went to his room and pulled on some shorts, shoes, and walked out the front door with his skateboard. I was alone in their house.

After I was there alone and it was totally quiet, I started to snoop around. The house was neat for the most part. They had a nice stereo and several flat screen TV's. The kitchen looked high tech with stainless steel appliances and marble countertops

I tiptoed into their dad's room. The furniture there looked out of date and old fashioned. There was a wooden stand with his dress shirt, tie, and suit hanging on it. At the edge of the room was a nook with a desk. There was a computer there and a briefcase. I opened the closet door and one side had dress shirts, slacks, and stuff.

The other side had weird pants of black leather and strap type things with chains and snaps. Folded up in the corner was a toilet seat with metal poles laying below it! A small plastic 3-drawer box was under the leather stuff and I pulled it open. It was full of strange clamps and things with twisty screws. Other slots had big black rubber rings. The next drawer had a bunch of rubber knobs that were shaped like big adult penises!

I heard a door open and ran out of there. When I was in the living room Scotty saw me. He was pulling off a sweaty t-shirt and he had a cap on.

"Hey buddy, where did you come from?

"The bathroom," I lied. "Bobby told me I could wait for Raj here."

"Bobby's bad for leaving you alone. I'll get his ass later for that!"

His pecs were way bigger than Bobby, who was way skinnier. Sweat was all over his chest. When he turned around his back glistened. He wore a pair of baggy jersey shorts. When he moved his dick bounced around under the shiny fabric. He kicked off his shoes and exposed white anklets on his giant feet.

"I'm thirsty as hell. I just ran ten miles around the lake!"

I had been there before--it was a small lake in the adjoining neighborhood that my parents had taken me too. I rode my bike while they jogged. I recalled seeing a lot of guys like Scotty shirtless and running.

He went to the kitchen and pulled out a Gatorade bottle. He guzzled it down. When there was only a small bit left, he handed me the bottle.

"You thirsty?"

He was so cool and big. I loved how much nicer he was than Bobby to me. I thought it was cool to drink from the same bottle as him. Sweat dripped down his body in slow drips.

"I don't know how soon dad and Raj are due back but you can hang here. I'm just gonna work out. Come join me!"

I followed him to his room and he stuck a small key in the door and it popped open. The smell of dried piss hit me hard when the door opened all the way. I looked and the bed was bare with a plastic covering on it. On the floor I saw a pile of sheets in the corner. Next to the bed was a work out bench with a barbell on it. In the floor were small dumbbells and a jump rope. Various weight discs were on the floor or against the wall. When the piss odor dissipated, the room smelled like the gym at school.

Scotty sat on the bench with a leg on either side and feet on the floor. He pushed up on the barbell and then lowered it. It looked extremely heavy, but he easily did an entire set of lifts. All the muscles of his upper body flexed as he lifted and lowered the heavy weights. When done, he placed it back on the holder. He told me he was doing butterflies now as he used the small weights and dropped those to his sides and lifted up. After some more lifting, he lay on the floor and asked me to hold his feet.

With legs slightly apart and bent, he did several sit-ups. I noticed his dick and balls moved around a lot. They moved to the side and then back the other way. The outline of the head of his penis was perfectly visible. He looked really hot when he did the sit-ups--I loved how his muscles flexed all over his body. His socks still felt warm and damp under my hands while I held his feet.

"Now I can relax!"

He sniffed under his arms. Dark black curly hair was matted up there and looked wet.

"Damn, I need a bath. You wanna come talk to me while I shower?"

"I...uhhh...okay."

I was shocked at the invitation, but I followed him to the bathroom. Right in front of me as I sat on the toilet he pulled off his socks. Then the shorts fell with no underwear under them. His dick hung over his balls. Damp curly hair stuck to his skin above his penis. He had curly hairs on his balls and upper thighs. His legs were hairy and there was hair on his chest (but nothing like his dad's hairy chest).

He turned on the water and stepped inside. He slid the glass door shut and I could totally see him. I didn't pretend to look away. I started right as his bouncing cock. He talked to me out loud telling me about how far he'd run and that his legs were getting tired now. He asked me what time I got there and I told him I'd waited awhile with Bobby there. He raised his eyebrows in a suspicious manner.

"Bobby can be an asshole. If he was a jerk you better let me know."

I didn't want to tell him what we'd done.

"Naw, we just hung out."

"Okay."

He sounded like he didn't believe me. He washed all over his chest and legs. He lifted up his big arms to scrub his pits.

"Hey, are you okay. You're not too bored are you?"

"Oh no, I'm good!"

He grinned a handsome smile at me. He had really nice teeth. Next he washed his hair. Not as out of control as Bobby's hair, it was thick and wavy. He rinsed his head in the stream and closed his eyes. When he opened them again he looked right at me.

"Can you help me scrub my back and a few other places?"

"Uh okay."

I stepped toward the shower.

"You might need to take those clothes off though--you can't get them wet!"

I slowly took off my clothes. Once naked, I stepped into the shower with him. I felt the warm water splashing on me. He handed me a bar of soap.

"Can you scrub my lower back?"

I rubbed the soap all over his lower back. His big bubble butt was just below my face.

"A little lower!"

I slowly started washing his butt cheeks.

"That's it. Get in the middle there too!"

I used my hand to soap up his crack. My fingers glided across his slippery hole. He turned around quickly and rinsed his backside. Then he started soaping me up all over. I'd never had anyone do that since I was little. It was nice. His hands rubbed all over me but skipped my crack and penis. After I rinsed he turned the water off. I stepped out first.

"Hey man can you grab us a towel from that shelf behind you?"

I turned around to get it and then when I turned around again his tall naked body was right in front of me again.

"You wanna help dry me off?"

"Okay!"

I took the towel and patted it on his back. I squatted and dried his legs. His hamstrings were thick and his butt flexed. I was just inches from his ass and my heart beat fast. Then he turned around and his dick was in my face.

"Take your time."

I slowly and awkwardly rubbed his dick and nuts dry. Then I stood and rubbed the towel on his chest. I stood on the toilet and dried off his back and shoulders. He took the towel and rubbed his head frantically with it. He moved the towel over me quickly and then tossed it over the top of the door and winked.

"Let's go watch TV!"

We walked to the den and he turned on the TV. I carried my clothes with me and sat on the couch to put them back on. I thought he was going to get something to wear from the piles of finished and folded clothes in the small adjoining laundry room next to us, but he stayed naked.

"Hey don't worry...you can put your clothes on later if you want!"

He patted on the couch next to him and I sat down there. He put his arm around me and with the remote he turned on the TV. He found a sports channel showing football highlights. I loved his big arm around me. I felt good with his naked ribs and waist beside me.

"You're really cute man. I dig you!" he told me.

"Thanks!" I said.

I felt dumb. I didn't know what to say.

"Are you and Raj serious boyfriends?"

"What? Uhh...I don't know. We are good friends."

"Would he mind if I kissed you?"

"I don't know. You can."

He turned his head and moved his arm down behind me. He moved his chin down and his full lips locked onto mine. I felt his tongue slide into my mouth. We kissed for a couple of minutes. I put my hand on his face to feel the thin goatee around his mouth. His whiskers were soft.

"I think you've done this before. Have you kissed my little brother?"

I nodded yes.

"Nice!"

"Can I touch your dick?" he asked.

I nodded again. His big hand grabbed my small dick. It had been hard for since the shower started. He fondled my for a couple of minutes letting his fingertips rub the underside of my dick and then my balls.

"Sit up here on my lap."

I got up on his lap facing him. My bare butt was on his upper legs. His hard dick was pressed between us. My legs were wrapped around his waist. His hands slid up and felt my body all over. His rough hands rubbed over my chest and around to my back. They slid down to my small butt.

"You're so sexy man. You got a cute face and spikey little haircut--love your green eyes! I wanna eat you up!"

He ran his fingers through my hair and kissed me again.

"Can I kiss you all over?"

"Yeah," I giggled.

He quickly picked me up and took me back to his bedroom. The piss smell had died down but it was still there. He grabbed a blanket from the closet and tossed it over the plastic cover. He put some pillows down and then picked me up again and placed me gently on the bed. He climbed over me and began kissing and licking all over my stomach. I giggled and wiggled, but unlike Bobby he wasn't forcing it. He moved down to my legs and licked and kissed my inner thighs. He moved further down and made love to my feet and lower legs.

I felt so good laying there being serviced like that. When he moved back up again he licked and kissed all over my chest and spent time on my nipples. When he finished that he went back up to my face and licked it completely until it was soaked. I closed my eyes while he licked each eyelid and tongued the corners of each eye over the tear ducts. Then he lightly sucked on each eyelid! It was weird and new and I didn't stop him.

He sniffed all in my dirty hair--liked my dick and ass he has skipped over it in the shower. He stuck his tongue in each ear and licked them out good until each was filled with his spit. Next he rolled me over and started the whole thing over again. He saved my butt for last. When get got to it he gently spread my cheeks open and sucked on my hole. Little by little I felt his tongue trying to dig deeper. Once his tongue was up my ass he groaned. It felt really good, but I needed to fart super bad. When he pulled off I let go and blasted him.

"Sorry!" I giggled.

"Don't be. I like it!"

He sniffed into my crack deeply and then began eating my ass again. This went on for a long time. He seemed to be lost in it and I was nearly falling asleep. I farted again and he sniffed it hard.

"Do you think I'm bad for liking your ass so much? I love the taste and smell of it!"

"No."

"Good. You know, everyone thinks I'm this big tough guy all the time and I am a major `top' but I totally love to service a guy's hole. I don't ever get fucked--not into that! But I love playing with another dude's butt. I haven't talked to anyone about this before. I love fucking a guy and being a total top while were fucking--but another part of me wants to be a slave in a nasty way."

"You put your dick in other guys?" I asked.

I knew he did because I'd spied on him fucking his brother.

"Yeah, but I'd look weak if I let anyone know what all I want to do besides that. I'd love to be a slave to a guy like you. I'd do anything you wanted no matter what!"

I thought about it.

"Anything?" I asked

"Yeah. I get off on the idea of someone making me do all kinds of nasty stuff--not fucking but anything oral for sure! And well...I like younger dudes."

"What about Raj?"

"You mean my little brother? He knows I fuck dudes. Has he told you?" His voice sounded a little mad.

"No!"

"Well I can't let either of my brothers know what I am thinking inside."

He definitely knew Raj like to eat cum out of Bobby's ass. I remembered the "chocolate" remark. I guess he was embarrassed to let anyone know that he wanted to try it himself.

"I want you to do something nasty!"

"What? Tell me?" he said excitedly.

"I wanna shit in your mouth!"

He looked shocked and then smiled.

"That's really nasty...are you sure?"

"Yeah!"

"Do you need to shit now? I didn't feel any up in there with my tongue."

"Maybe later. I just want to know that you'll do it!" I teased.

"Yeah man! Just don't let anyone know. They think I'm all big and strong and tough!"

"You know my little bro is really nasty--much nastier than me! Maybe I shouldn't be telling you all this."

I didn't let him know how extreme me and Raj had already played. I thought it funny how they all knew Raj liked dirty stuff but seemed clueless about each other's darker sides.

I asked, "How do you know Raj and I messed around?"

"I sat outside the door in the hallway once. I knew you guys were doing sexual stuff but I couldn't figure out what exactly."

I didn't reply. He stroked my hair and looked my body over.

"Can I suck you?" he asked.

"Sure."

His mouth was on me instantly. My dick and small balls disappeared in his mouth. His tongue was licking all over and his mouth sucked me tightly. It felt really, really nice. His hands gripped my butt and he massaged my butt cheeks. When I felt a finger press into my ass (still lubed from all his spit) I jumped a little. His finger slid in all the way and I came instantly. I moaned to let him know I'd done it but he didn't stop. I let him suck on me for another fifteen minutes or so until I felt another orgasm. My penis was tender then so I pulled him off me. He slowly released his finger.

He pulled his finger to his nose and sniffed it. Then he stuck the finger in his nose and twisted it!

"So I can smell you all day!"

I licked my finger and pressed it between his legs. He tensed up.

"Whoa man. I don't go there!"

"I thought you wanted to get nasty...do anything I said!"

"Well okay," he mumbled.

I slid my finger into his asshole and it was immediately met with sludge. I pulled it out quickly and hid my hand behind my back.

I looked up at the digital numbers on his alarm clock and realized I'd been there for four hours! It was past lunchtime. I told him I had to get home or my parents would yell at me.

He put his hands on my butt and kissed me tenderly lifting me off my feet. He put me down and bent over to grab my clothes. I impulsively reached out and touched his muscular butt cheek.

"You like it?"

"Yeah."

He bent over more and spread his cheeks. I moved up and looked closely at his very tight hole. There was light hair around it. I moved my nose in it and sniffed. I smelled soap and ass. So I put my mouth on it and sucked his anus for a minute or so. My shitty finger was still clamped up in my hand and hidden from view.

"I dig that dude. Next time we'll take turns eating eat other's ass out!"

I loved that expression--"eating each other out". I also loved that he mentioned a "next time". I smiled as I squeezed my feet into my shoes. I pulled on my shorts with one hand and carried my shirt out with me. Within minutes I was down the street and turning the corner walking home. I heard a car and looked backward. It was a car turning into Raj's driveway. I thought it weird that they just happened to get home only after I left.

Suddenly I remembered my finger! I opened my hand and at the end of it was crusty dried shit. It was under my fingernail too. I sniffed it and then sucked my finger clean. I loved its flavor--earthy and bitter. I walked home with a boner.

On Sunday morning, I got a surprise when there was a knock at the door. It was Raj!

"Come in man--what are you doing over here?"

"Hey, my bro's told me you came over twice. Bobby said you came when he was leaving to go skate and then Scotty said you came over when he got home from working out. I wish you had stayed and waited for me."

"I had to get home."

Apparently neither brother told him I'd stayed there and had sex.

"Let's go to my room."

My dad was dozing on the couch. Mom walked through the room and said hi to Raj. We quickly went to my room and closed the door. The second the door was shut he pulled down his pants.

"Take your clothes off! He ordered.

I felt braver than before. I didn't have a shirt on so I dropped my shorts and underwear and stepped out of them.

"You gotta dookie man?" he whispered.

"I think so," I told him.

He pulled off his shirt and lay on the floor with his pants at his feet, shoes on.

"Sit on my face!"

I squatted down and sat with my ass right on his nose and farted. He started eating my ass. I felt more relaxed but kept my ear to the door listening for footsteps. I tried to relax and let it happen. After several minutes, I finally felt my shit moving.

"Okay now!" I whispered.

His mouth sucked tightly to my hole and I felt his jaws move. I grunted and wasn't sure if I was really shitting or not. It felt like I was but I couldn't hear it or smell it. I heard him swallowing hard and gulping. Was he really eating my shit as I squeezed it out? When I thought I was done I got up.

He opened his mouth wide to show me a bunch of mushy sludge. In one gulp it was gone. He opened his mouth again and stuck out a brown tongue. Now I could totally smell it! I got down on the floor and kissed him. I tasted the weird bitter shit flavor. I tasted little bits in his teeth and his breath smelled horrendous. When we finished kissing and I pulled away, he had shit in the corners of his mouth. I went to my mirror and looked at my face. I had some under my nose.

"Dude, this is messy!"

"So, but it's fun right?"

"Yeah."

I felt strange and started dressing.

"Get your clothes on," I told him.

"You know there used to be a family across the street that everyone said were nudists. I heard the whole family went naked all in the house and the back yard! Let's tell your mom I have a nudist family and I have to be naked indoors!"

"Whatever!" I said.

He laughed a lot.

"They were all kind of fat an ugly. But I always wanted to know if it was true. But they moved away."

"Sounds like it would be fun though," I said.

He looked at me like he was assessing me and then nodded.

"You wanna go ride bikes?"

"It's too hot outside," I complained.

"Too bad we can't ride bikes naked!" he said.

I laughed.

"We could almost be naked!"

"What do you mean?"

He explained.

"We can put some big shirts of my brothers on and ride around with no shorts on. I don't think anyone would know we had no shorts on!"

"We'd get busted!'

"Let's try it!"

I hesitated.

"Come on man...don't be a pussy!"

I didn't like being called that.

"Okay, well at least show me. Then I'll see."

So we told mom we were going to ride our bikes around the neighborhood. I went to our garage and got mine. I let him ride on the seat behind me. It was a tight squeeze. I liked having him pressed against me as I pedaled.

When we got to his place it seemed to be deserted, but then heard his dad talking on the phone from his bedroom. No one else was around. We poured ourselves a cool glass of water from the kitchen sink. Then we went into Scotty's room and dug through his drawers. He found two shirts that were really big and baggy for us--probably would have been skink tight for Scotty.

We scrambled to the garage where we'd left our bikes. The empty side of the two-car garage had the door open. We pulled off our shirts and replaced them with the big ones. Once in the big shirt, he kicked off his shorts. The big shirt totally covered his waist.

"Man it looks like a dress!" I told him.

No, we can make it look like we're going swimming or coming back from doing it! He stepped into the laundry room and came back out with two towels and a bottle of water. He bent over and poured the water on his head. He handed it to me to do the same. I copied him. Then we draped a towel over the handlebars and mounted our bikes. The shirt covered my waist and the bike seat. I stood there but sat on the seat and it pressed into my crack.

"Come on!" he yelled.

We took off and drove around the block. I couldn't believe it was so easy. We passed a man mowing his lawn; a woman walking a dog, and several cars drove by. No one paid us any attention. At the end of a block he was driving slowing. No cars were coming and he looked back at me and then looked down. I saw piss dribbles falling from under his shirt! He was pissing while riding. When a car came from up ahead the piss stopped and he biked faster.

He drove down to the end of a dead end where rode onto a dirt trail. The trail twisted and turned until we came around under a bridge. No houses were in view of the underside of the bridge. There was a lot of litter down there and marshy water between two concrete slanted walls. He parked the bike in the gravely dirt and pulled off his shirt.

"Yahoo!" he shouted and wagged his pecker in the air.

"Oh man, we're out in public!" I said.

"Take it off man!" he shouted.

I nervously pulled the shirt off. He came over to me and we kissed with his arms around me. I was sweating from the heat. Standing there barefoot, I felt warm liquid running down my leg. He was pissing on me!

"Dang dude!"

He wiggled it and it splattered on my dick. I stood there and waited for the urge and began pissing too. He squatted under me and I pissed all over his face and into his hair. He put his mouth on my dick to get the last of it.

"I gotta shit bad man!" he said.

We heard the thud of unknowing drivers passing over us in cars. It was so wild to be naked outside and pissing.

"Do it!" I shouted.

He bent over and cupped his hands below. Slowly a long light brown skinny rope of shit came twisting out. He let it land in his hand and it kept coming out. Finally he pinched it off and held it up.

"Want some?"

I wasn't too sure. I had eaten my own turd load but this was different. I slowly moved up to it and used my front teeth to bite some off. I chewed it and it was bland and not as strong as mine. I felt lumps of some undigested food in it. He hand fed me several more pieces before he crammed it in his mouth and smacked it obnoxiously. We heard noises in the distance. We quickly put our shirts on and hopped on the bikes.

The second we started pedaling some older guys came barreling through on bigger nicer bikes.

"Look at the little faggots under the bridge. I wonder if they got pants on under there!"

The other one laughed and the drove on through to the other side of the bridge onto another dirt trail.

"Let's get the heck out of here!" I said.

I was really scared now.

"Owkay," he mumbled with a mouth full of shit.

We quickly drove several blocks back to his house. I was so nervous about nearly being busted that I forgot we had no pants on and pedaled as fast as I could. When we got back to his place, we slipped into the garage and I put my clothes back on. Raj stayed in the oversized shirt.

His dad drove into the garage at the moment I pulled my shoes on. Raj made no effort to put his shorts on. He left them on the garage floor and kicked them aside. His dad turned the car off and got out. His dad was in khaki shorts and wore a sleeveless tight t-shirt with camouflage print on it. The material was stretched to its limits over the big pair of pecs. Below it his dad's round belly curved nicely under the material.

"Hey guys. Hot day. You guys don't overdo it out here! Make sure you guys keep a lot of liquids down."

I admired his tree trunk hairy legs and arms. His head was shaved and his goatee trimmed. He winked at me and walked inside.

Raj kissed me and hugged me tight. Then he bent down on his knees and pulled my shorts down.

"Dad said to drink a lot. Gimme some piss!"

I managed to release another small round of piss for him. I pulled out of his mouth when I felt it stop.

"You're the best friend man. We're so alike and nasty!"

"Would you say we are boyfriends?" I asked.

"What? That sounds girly. We're just really good buddies."

He slapped me on the ass and laughed.

"I'm gonna run home."

"You sure? We can go fool around in my room. Maybe I can shit in your mouth again."

I felt weird doing that with his dad there. It seemed easier to mess around just before anyone got home after school.

"I don't know man."

"Okay, well I'm glad you came over. I'm gonna go play with my dick and think about you!"

I smiled as I got on my biked and headed home.

When I got home, mom said she'd made me a sandwich. I felt sweaty and nasty, but she didn't tell me to put a shirt on to eat. So I sat down at the table and she put the sandwich with chips on a tray. She got a juice out for me. As I sat there eating the sandwich, I sniffed my hand and it reeked of shit!

I smiled as the sandwich chunks went down my throat to my shit filled stomach.

To be continued...