Chapter 9
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I was frightened but already knew that Derek wanted to taste everything and do everything with his brother boyfriend. He was licking my arse madly, saying he was glad he could be there once more, tasting it. And he asked me for some farts again. I was terrified to shit him, but I knew he liked my farts and for that I was not shy. He moaned and said oink, encouraging me to do what I knew I had to do. As if it were a horror movie or a nightmare, I didn't want to, but knew I had to. He had been more than five minutes licking my ass again and I should shit him now. So, ok, let's go, I said to myself. Even if he is disgusted he will not lose his affection for me, so finally I dropped my first turd in his mouth. I felt Derek's tongue, licking it with no sign of disgust. I could feel how he swallowed my shit. And finally he said to me.
-Steve, I don't know if I can be even pigger than Lipp or you. But neither of you cummed with shit last week. Look at the floor, bro. I have just cummed with your delicious poop. Fuck the fact that shit can be dangerous for health, or else I would eat shit every day. But do not be shy, Steve, and shit me all you have in your bowels. Today I can.
It is true he had cummed with something I had not cummed yet. Previously I had to kiss my brother's shitted mouth with real affection and love. And promising I would feed him all the shit he wanted, he returned to my ass and licked my now shitted hole with enthusiasm, repeatedly tasting shit and farts. I was feeding him for five more minutes and gave him three new turds. It was so hot to feel my brother's throat swallowing my crap with no disgust. The more I fed him, the more he yelled, saying that he was now a new shiteater, as Lipp and I were. Certainly I emptied my guts in his stomach and almost sorry because I had no more shit to give him, I asked him to withdraw. I would continue the toilet incestuous party with shitted arse all afternoon. But now it was my turn to finally eat my brother's shit, which I guessed it would be delicious.
I would have taken him for the third time to g-spot, if he had asked me; I remember I thought when I returned to my brother's perfumed ass. I remembered the taste of shit from Lipp's arse and I was sure I would enjoy my brother's poop. So pervert! I could savour his farts again awaiting his crap. Oh, how I would like to cum with shit too, I was thinking, as I was licking in no hurry my brother's hole. But he took a shorter time to shit, not shy at all for he knew I had already eaten shit and enjoyed. I put all my five senses in tasting his crap as if it were the yummiest cake, a tasty product from his stomach. And then the miracle came. I managed to cum also with my brother's crap and I heard Lipp yelling in that moment when he cummed again. I ate five more turds of my brother's tasty bowels and I was saying oink as a madman, knowing finally that both Derek and I would enjoy that meal whenever we had to shit each other again. When he finally told me there was no more shit in his guts, he also kissed me passionately and we both were savouring shit in our perfumed mouths now. We did not want to stop kissing in that moment, the first real pig kiss of our lives. We asked Lipp again to piss and now he peed in Derek's mouth again. I also pissed my brother and he pissed me one more time. Neither he nor I wanted the pig moments to finish, and the pigger the better. Lipp had told us that we should puke each other but both of us had to finally leave our pukes in his stomach again. We agreed. Now I was sure Derek would be capable of swallowing my gobs and phlegm and have a new taste of my snot, which he had already tasted last Monday. So far he had been able to do everything and my love for him increased as I saw his shitted mouth and shitted ass, just as my mouth and ass were. Now I had to be first to spit in Derek's mouth.
He was already with open mouth and smiling, saying he also wanted to see my face as I was spitting. Calmer because I guessed he would be able to eat my gobs, I spat with no shyness in his beautiful mouth. He told me I was even cuter but I was a handsome man nevertheless. And he asked me for phlegm. I took some time to clear my throat and repeating I had turned the cutest man on earth, he swallowed that substance too, assuring me it was delicious. Now I was certain to be spitting in Derek's mouth for five minutes. He saw the substance and said he could not believe he had so easily turned such a pig and almost yelled when he saw my phlegm, and continuously saying "come on, bro, keep on spitting", I securely fed him now the water from my throat, somewhat brownish too, an arousing shit colour and taste. He never seemed to have enough. Derek was surprising me as a pigger man than I. But I finally said the five minutes have ended and now it had to be me who ate.
Derek's face when spitting was a poem to the beauty of pig men. I was swallowing everything from him and becoming pigger than I had been with Lipp. I enjoyed his face when he spat me the first gob and the first phlegm. Then I focused on the substance. It was brownish too, but his phlegm really came with some snot from his throat and I became mad with the mixed flavour of gob, snot and shit. Asking him to feed me for five minutes and telling him he should do at least that every day, he rained me constantly the product of his throat. In that moment both Derek and I were rats in a sewer and wanted more. Lipp was constantly wanking with the two pig brothers and cummed again sure we were enjoying the pig festival. I was so sorry the five minutes had ended but I still had some substances from my brother to enjoy.
Now it was my brother's turn to become my handkerchief but I remembered he had already tasted that substance and enjoyed before we had decided to restrain ourselves. With no doubt I blew one of my nostrils in his mouth and then he really screamed like a savage man, saying "oh, bro, this is delicious. I have to cum with it one day. But you know I want to cum with emetophilia later." And with no hesitation I rained him my other nostril but Derek would not have enough and tasted my nose and his tongue was a long while inside searching for more. He told me there was still some tasty snot in my nose and ate it with an appetite. So I became a hungry man who seemed not to have eaten for weeks and needed his snot to satiate my hunger. Slowly he put a finger in his nose and producing an arousing sound finally my brother's snot came into my mouth. A week later we still had snot and he had a greater amount, so I prepared to keep on enjoying the menu and his other nostril would be a yummy second dish. He filled my mouth with that delicious gelatin a second time and I did as he had done and took my tongue to his nose in search of any remnant of that delicious viscous gelatin. I had no hurry to leave my brother's nose, so tasty, and was a couple of minutes more. Little did I find now, but the taste of Derek's nose was absolutely perfect and now I was finally allowed to taste a new of my brother's forbidden corners.
But the time of transfers had finally come and I was scared again. It was true every time that week I had puked on the toilet, he had enjoyed the smell and he had had no problem in savouring his own vomit. I said to myself "come on, Derek, eat this and everything will have finished and you can be 48000 euros richer." I knew I had to do it and he would not end up with puke in his stomach. First it should pass to mine and finally rest in Lipp's pig stomach, which was used to it. Kissing Derek passionately as the boyfriend I had become I managed to finally fill his mouth with puke. He did not swallow it right away but was a good while moving it inside his mouth at the same time his hand moved to his cock, assuring me that everything aroused him and he had turned a dangerous emetophilic boy who would like that substance in his stomach every day. So madly wanking all the time I constantly fed him new amounts of vomit. I could feel he had so much pleasure on that I really did not want to finish feeding him. I wanted Derek to cum for the eighth time with me. As I was sure now he had a lot of fun with my vomit I kissed him once and again and kept on vomiting, sometimes with my mouth at some distance so he could see what he was so pleasantly swallowing. I hope I am not endangering your health, bro, but fuck, you only live once and you have to live according to your personality and desires. We have to talk so as not to become dangerous pigs, but enjoy your dick again, Derek. Cum with which my stomach affectionately has prepared for your hungry pig mouth. Have fun. I didn't want to stop now. So shy I had been before, not wanting to puke him, and now I hoped there could be a lot more puke inside me to make him happy. But finally I had to tell him unfortunately I had no more puke inside. One more time and it would be the last. My vomit was finally in his mouth, and kissing me passionately with vomit still inside, I could feel that he was cumming at last. Eight times. He had even enjoyed the whole party more than I had last Monday. Now a second emetophilic guy, me, opened his mouth greedily in order to eat all the excrements my brother had in his stomach. I knew his guts were full with every excrement from me and from him that I had eaten and had finally puked him. I felt like Lipp must have felt a week ago and I was sorry only because I would have to transfer Derek's puke to Lipp's stomach later. But his kisses all the time accompanied that many coloured porridge. I became again a heathen idolater of vomit and my dick was moving as if in a thanksgiving dance to the arousing power of emetophilia. My brother's spasms, his sounds, his face when vomiting, a new statue of beauty, took me back down the road of a pig mad young boy, who needed to feel his stomach filling every day, to see how his stomach digested what I would eat later. We both could have written a song to vomits, we were increasingly dirtier and happier and prouder. He also took longer to finish and finally he told me it would be his last time so I could achieve my eighth cum too. Screaming as a real pig, I added my cum to Lipp's living room floor, which was now a long river of semen. I had to kiss Derek with all that dirt we had in our mouths then, with all tastes. Lipp let us kiss for more than five minutes, two brothers who had just achieved everything of standard incest, if incest could be considered standard, and pig incest. Then he finally implored us to make two more transfers to his hungry stomach.
First it was Derek, whose stomach was almost empty but had saved a little puke to have something to transfer Lipp. He was a short while but also kissed Lipp affectionately, thanking him for having made it possible that he had discovered himself. Lipp wanked again. He had cummed few times so he could cum with both our transfers and he cummed soon, saying thank you to Derek and repeating he was also a sweet cute man he wanted to be with. Now the days to be together begin, Lipp, my brother told him. And then he implored me to fill his stomach with two brothers' excrements that were all awaiting him in my stomach.
-I thought I had already lived the piggest moment of my life last week, but not only do you have your delicious excrements in your stomach again, but also your brother's and all that mixture is fermenting for me to enjoy now. Come on, Steve, let both of you return home now with clean stomachs, and dirty mine, please.
I kissed him ardently and slowly started to transfer all our excrements to his pig stomach too. He showed me again what a sweet man he was and his tongue invited my dirty tongue to dance and lovingly moved to my uvula and his soft breath caused me to erupt a large load of every substance I had mixed and fermented in my guts for him to enjoy. It was a large load of everything. I reminded him there was also something of him in my stomach for I must be puking back his piss. Derek was not wanking then but his boner was high. Lipp and I were kissing for about seven minutes and at every kiss I discharged a new load of vomit. From those days, the three of us prefer puke to any other thing, specially a vomit with so many colours and tastes. Three emetophilic guys were living their utmost as real pigs and I rained and rained a large river of puke which seemed never to end and we three had enormous boners, even though only Lipp masturbated, but we were taking communion with the smell, the sounds and the flavours of puke. But there came a moment when inevitably I had to finish and Lipp cummed with his mouth full of two brothers' complete dirt, kissing me and saying thank you to both of us.
-Now you should go to the bathroom to wipe your asses and brush your teeth, or even to have a shower, if you so wish, though I would have you both a month unwashed. Then you can return, put your clothes back on and finally take the money into your pockets. I wanna go to the bathroom and see you.
He came with us and jerked off looking at us in our private moments of wiping our asses and brushing our teeth. He was really enjoying himself and we were glad he was having some fun even now when everything was accomplished. Then we returned to the living room and put on our clothes. Then we took both amounts of 48000 euros in our pockets and we heard Lipp say.
-I am not in love with either of you so far, so don't worry. You will continue getting money from me. I have thought that first you should have this week for yourselves and enjoy your newly born couple. Next Monday Steve may come again, at six in the McKenzie as we talked last week. Now you know my address but we should have a coffee first. On Tuesday next week, I could have my first private session with Derek. And every Wednesday could be Incest Day now and you may come both together. What do you think?
-It is a perfect solution for our horny selves, Lipp -I said and Derek agreed with me.
We finally kissed Lipp's mouth and returned home to live our first night as a couple. Just two minutes after we had left Lipp's house, next to a bar closer to his home than to the McKenzie bar my brother suggested we could enter and have a new coffee. He had to talk to me, he said.
Once inside we asked for two coffees and he said he wanted to tell me something. Mistakenly I said.
-Is there anything you haven't liked? Even if it is the fact that we are a couple. You can forget about that if you prefer.
-It's not that, my dear Steve. I will always want to be your boyfriend now. But remember the time I was licking your pits. I said these words to you them: "I cannot feel more affection now, be fonder of you or desire you more, Steve." Just in that moment I noticed that I had fallen madly in love with you, bro, but I wanted to say this to you privately. You can tell Lipp next Monday when you are with him again -and he added as I was crying, noticing that real bliss was bathing me now-. I even fear now that one day you do not want to be my partner anymore.
It was me now who had to reassure him. I did not want to kiss him there but I held his hand affectionately and reassured him I would always love him and we would always be together.
-Oh, how I love you, Derek. Lipp has finally solved our lives, both economically and emotionally. Only our health could be risked.
-It really could, bro. I will have to make some efforts so as to eat shit and puke only twice a month: Lipp's shit and puke once and your shit and puke one more time. But I hope I can see you shit every day. And you can even puke every day for me to see and smell your digestion. Maybe I have enough with that. I have become a real pig now, bro, but we will try and keep on being sane.
I nodded to his words and added we could at least drink piss every day if he agreed. Of course he thought it was perfect.
-Now, Steve, we'd better get home and start our mutual happiness together as the real couple we are now. I want to be with you under our sheets or even have some sex with you before.
I thought it was wonderful. I also needed to touch him, kiss him, and feel him. I was so in love. So we stood up and headed home where we would live our first hours as a couple, deep in love with each other.