Summer Vacation

Disclaimer:

The story you are about to read is a work of fiction and deals with graphic sexual practices that some readers may find offensive or objectionable. If the subject matter of incest, scat and watersports is not to your liking or interest, STOP HERE! On the other hand, if you are at least curious about the seedier side of homosexual fetishes, read on with an open mind.

No character in this story, whether it be seemingly implied, is under any force but consents to the sexual situations engaged in.

Summer Vacation - Part 2 by Rim4you

Chapter 1

"Todder!" the deep, masculine voice boomed. "Over here, son!"

I searched among the throng of people crowded around the gate. Shouts from all around, welcoming arriving friends and loved ones resounded in my ears as I turned towards the direction of my Dad's voice.

"Dad! Dad!" I hollered.

I pushed my way through the crowd towards my Dad. There he stood, Brad Curtis, a broad smile spreading across his handsome face. The deep blue of his eyes sparkled brightly and contrasted with his windswept, dark brown hair with whisps of golden California sunshine.

Compared to my t-shirt and levis, Dad was dressed very casually as if he had just come from a day at the beach. His scooped muscle t-shirt, which clung to his sculpted chest like a second skin, revealed a fine matting of chest hair. Dad's black nylon, jogging shorts, fit snugly and couldn't hide his ample packaging, fore and aft. His muscular thighs, like his massive arms, was a sight to behold and drew wanton gazes from both the women and men.

"It's good to see you, Todder," Dad said, as he wrapped his arms around me and gave me a big hug.

"I've missed you, Dad!" I responded, returning his embrace with equal enthusiasm.

As we hugged, unashamed at this public dislay of affection, Dad tousled my hair and kissed me on the cheek. A warm feeling came over me. Was it excitement? A feeling of comfort and safety, yet a feeling of arousal too. And yes, something else also: a scent. A masculine scent. Not one of cologne but rather a natural aroma. The aroma of man which sent a tingle through my cock.

"Sorry I look so bummed out, Todder. My buddy, Rich Weston, and I were working out at the gym. I didn't have a chance to catch a quick shower so ..."

"You're fine, Dad. Just fine," I said, grinning from ear to ear.

I wondered to myself what kind of workout did Dad and Rich have at the gym? It suddenly came to my attention that Dad never talked about women nor did he have any special woman in his life. In fact, as far back as I could remember on these annual visits, Dad always had his buddies around. Always guys. Did I dare probe into his personal life?

"Hungry?" Dad asked, turning and leading me through the crowded terminal towards the baggage claim area.

Dad's leading the way afforded me the opportunity to get a good, hard look at his ample buns. I could feel my cock twitching at the thought of what his ass looked like. And smelled like, especially knowing that he hadn't showered yet! Were my far fetched fantasies of dirty sex with a man only fantasies? Or were they the signal of my true sexual desires?

"Sure are alot of military guys around here!" I quirked.

"I asked if you were hungry, Todder, and yes, the military is a large factor in the San Diego community."

I felt a little embarassed that my hunger was aimed more towards the military studs rather than my stomach. But, boy did they look good. Especially the Marines!

"I'm starved, Dad. I'm famished. Feed me!"

"Still the bottomless pit, huh?"

"Yep. How ya gonna satisfy my hunger, Dad?"

"Oh, I could think of several ways."

If I kept this thread of conversation up, perhaps, although it was a long shot, I could have my hunger satisfied my way. I could feel my dick springing to life.

Chapter 2

"We'll grab a bite to eat and then head up to Laguna Beach for a couple of days. I've rented us a condo there overlooking the ocean," Dad said, as we pulled out of the airport parking lot.

"What's in Laguna Beach?" I asked.

"Why, the ocean!"

"I kinda figured that out, Dad."

Dad laughed. I gazed at the man who had sired me and admired his handsome features. I had to admit it. My Dad was packaged well for a man of thirty-four. Not bad at all. Between my legs, I could feel my cock juices oozing.

"I have my eye out on a couple pieces of artwork for the house. Laguna Beach is big on art. Every year I go to the Sawdust Festival there and scope things out."

"That sounds interesting," I said, rather nonchalantly.

"Cheer up, Todder. We'll only be in Laguna Beach for three days. Then we'll head up to West Hollywood and go to Universal Studios. SeaWorld too if you like. Hell! Disneyland too. It's all up to you. I know how much you love theme parks."

"Cool! Can you throw in Six Flags too, Dad?"

"Anything you want, son."

What I truly wanted would require some careful manuvering.

"Say, perhaps your buddy, Rich, could join us? What do you think, Dad? I wouldn't want you to think that you were just stuck with me all the time."

Dad looked at me and smiled. His eyes sparkled at my suggestion. Perhaps there was more there than meets the eye.

"You wouldn't mind, Todder?"

"Why should I, Dad? I'm the one suggesting it."

"Okay. I'll give him a call when we get to Laguna Beach. And as far as my being stuck with you all the time. Don't even go there, son. I love being around you."

"So do I, Dad."

Chapter 3

"Smell that ocean air, Todder!" Dad exclaimed, throwing open the french doors that led out onto the patio overlooking the Pacific Ocean. "I just love it, having the ocean so close."

I stepped out onto the patio, a beer in hand for Dad.

"Thanks, Todder," Dad said, taking the beer. "Just between us guys, if you don't say anything to your Mom, I'll let you have a couple of beers with your old man. Ya with me?"

"Cool!" I hollered. "I won't breathe a word, Dad."

I returned to the patio and plopped down in a chaise lounge opposite Dad. We made small talk, sipped our beer and gazed out at the ocean. It was magnificent. Moreso for me as my idea of aquatic fun, coming from Wisconsin, was romping in a swimming pool or a lake.

Dad leaned back in his chaise and drew his legs up. I couldn't help but steal glances at his basket. The obvious mound between his legs told me that something impressive was tucked beneath those jogging shorts. Something that I wanted. Dad raised the beer bottle to his full lips and took a deep swig, emptying his beer.

"Another?" I asked.

"Huh?" Dad responded, obviously lost in his thoughts.

"Would you like for me to get you another beer?"

"Please. Don't mind if I do."

Upon returning, I noticed off the bat that Dad had taken his t-shirt off. His chest rippled with solid muscle and the fine mat of chest hairs trailed nicely down towards his washboard stomach before it disappeared into his shorts. He had shifted his weight slightly and the change in position caused his hefty ball sac to escape his shorts. The two fleshy orbs rested gently on the chaise. Clearly visible too, was the outline of his dick riding up and to the left. Its length and girth nicely defined.

"Thanks, Todder," Dad said, as I handed him his beer. "Aren't you hot in those jeans?"

"Yeah. Kinda." I replied.

"Well you might as well make yourself comfortable, son."

Perhaps Dad was reading my mind. Perceiving my thoughts. Without hesitation or embarassment, as the patio was quite private, I slipped my jeans off and tossed them aside.

"Did you talk to Rich?"

"Yeah, I did. He'll be here tomorrow evening and said to thank you for inviting him."

I grasped my t-shirt and tugged it off too. Tossing it aside, I plopped down in the chaise lounge planting my feet squarely on the ground on either side of the chaise, spreading my legs wide. Clad only in my CK briefs, Dad was sure to notice all of my contours. Including the one between my legs which was quickly on the rise.

"Looks like you've been taking good care of yourself," Dad remarked, tipping his beer towards me in approval and smiling.

His face couldn't conceal his pride. Or was it a glimmer of lust?

"Well you're looking mighty buffed yourself, Dad."

"I like to think so, Todder," Dad remarked, nonchantly reaching down and adjusting himself. All the while he kept his eyes on me.

I could feel his gaze, like a spreading warmth, seemingly penetrating me. It excited and aroused me intensely and my cock responded becoming harder and harder.

"Not bad," Dad said, with a smile, after a prolonged whistle. "Not bad at all."

I gazed down at my crotch and watched as my cock jerked, pressing its firmness against the fabric of my briefs. My breaths betrayed arousal.

Glancing upward and in Dad's direction, my eyes met his deep blue eyes. I detected a yearning in them. A need to have something satisfied. Sweeping my glance downwards I could see by the rise and fall of his chest that his breaths were rapid and to my complete surprise, the front of his shorts had been yanked down and nestled under his balls. Slowly, his hand gliding ever so smoothly up and down, Dad stroked his cock. And what a cock it was. It had to be at least ten inches in length, if not more and thick. Almost as thick as his wrist. The rigid shaft bulged with veins that resembled a vine. The mushroom head of his dick was bulbous and the piss slit rather large from which he milked a copious stream of pre-cum. Up and down Dad worked his hand. Up and down Dad's hand glided on his cock. All the while his eyes stared into mine.

"How's about giving your Dad a helping hand, Todder." Dad said, in a soft, raspy voice.

I rose from the chaise, slowly, and walked towards Dad. Kneeling down beside him, I gazed intently at his cock.

"It's all yours, Todder," Dad whispered.

Chapter 4

My head was reeling. Was it the alcohol or the filthy thoughts transpiring in my mind? In my chest, my heart was pounding with a fury. I couldn't believe what was happening. It was all too easy.

Here was my Dad lying before me, spread out as it were, practically naked, offering himself to me. He raised one arm and tucked it under his head. I could see the beads of sweat in his armpit. Removing his hand from his cock, it snapped back with a thud upon his stomach. The pre-cum which coated the thick shaft seemed to glisten in the sun's rays.

"Make me feel good, Todder. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. I know you want my cock. I know you want me," Dad whispered.

"Dad!" I sighed, bracing my weight on the arm of the chaise and lowering my face towards his massive boner.

My lips made contact at the broad base of his dick. Dad uttered a soft sigh. I moaned as the musky aroma of his crotch rose into my nostrils. Ever so slow, I brushed my lips upward along the shaft's length. The slick pre-cum painting my lips as I made my journey towrads the engourged, mushroom head that still oozed copious amounts of cock snot from the large pisshole.

"Oh, Todder!" Dad moaned, his entire body stiffening for a moment, "that feels so fucking good, son!"

"You taste absolutely wonderful, Dad," I responded, swirling my lips and the tip of my tongue in circular motions along his shaft. "You're so fuckin' sexy."

"I want to feel my cock in your mouth, Todder. Suck my dick!"

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" I moaned, over and over as I savored the flavor of my Dad's cock snot.

I slid my hand into my briefs and began pumping my own hard, dripping cock.

Approaching the underside of the crown of Dad's cock, knowing this area to be extremely sensitive, I darted my tongue out and began a feverish flicking.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Dad groaned. "Godamn, that feels so fucking good."

I paused for a moment.

"Don't stop, Todder! Holy shit! It feels so good."

I worked my snake like tongue towards his piss slit. With my tongue I probed the oozing hole. Dad's cock responded with jerks and throbs.

"Suck my cock! Suck it!" Dad hissed, arching his back, grabbing the back of the chaise with one hand. The other, he wrapped around the back of my head, entwining his fingers in my hair. "Suck my dick, Todder! Suck!"

I grabbed his cock with my hand and pulled it forward. I admired its exquisite, masculine beauty for a second before I wrapped my lips around its head and drew it into my wet mouth.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Dad moaned, clamping the back of my head firmly and thrusting his cock forward. "Fucking, suck that big, sweaty dick, Todder!"

I opened my mouth as wide as I could as inch after inch of cock slid down my throat. I was delirious with lust having my Dad's dick in my mouth. As I sucked his dick, bobbing my head up and down, I delighted, not only in the action itself, but also in the pleasure my sucking was giving Dad as well as myself.

On the upstroke, I clamped my mouth like a vice grip around the flaring head and swirled my tongue over it. On the downstroke, I'd gag for an instant when the hefty rod hit the back of my throat. I sucked greedily. Hungrily. Wantonly.

"Oh yeah! Fucking take that mancock, son! Suck that dick! Gonna fuck that cocksucking mouth of yours, boy!"

Like a locomotive engine going full throttle, Dad began pistoning his dick in and out of my drooling, slurping mouth.

"Fucking sloppy, wet suck! Fuck! I love it! Drool over my cock, Todder! I love seeing my dick all dripping with spit! Fucking nasty suck!"

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" I moaned, sucking furiously, trying to take every inch of the huge cock as best I could.

"Suck that dick, boy! Suck my fucking cock! Show me how much you love cock!" Dad hissed.

"Give it to me, Dad!" I gasped. "Choke me with your fuckiin' meat!"

"Take it, bitch! Take that fuckrod down your cocksucking mouth! You like sucking a man's dick, don't you, boy? Fucking pig for cock, aren't you?"

"Yeah! I'm a fuckin' cock pig, Dad! Give me cock! Feed me your fuckin' dick!"

Dad pummeled his dick. In and out of my hungry mouth, he pumped his rock hard shaft.

"Bring that dick of yours up here, Todder! I want a taste of that teenage cock!"

Reluctantly, but obedienly, I pulled my mouth off of Dad's cock. It snapped back against his stomach with a wet, slurping thump. Standing up, my knees shaking with excitement, I straddled my legs on either side of the chaise and brought my crotch within inches of Dad's face.

"Cock snot!" Dad whispered, as he licked the slime off of the front of my briefs. Over and over he lapped at the rather large wet spot on my briefs. "Fucking tastes good, Todder!"

Placing his hands on my hips, he hooked his thumbs onto the waistband of my briefs and yanked them down. My hard cock slapped his chin and my balls swung freely.

"You got a big dick too, Todder!" Dad exclaimed, looking up at me with a broad smile that betrayed his mounting lust. "Bet if fucking tastes good too!"

I smiled at his compliment of my equipment. Nobody had ever seen my dick hard before except for my best friend, Brad. We fooled around with each other frequently to ease one another's tension. But my dick could not compare with Dad's. Yet, at around eight inches long and on the thick side, who was I to complain?

"Like father, like son, huh, Dad?" I said, lustfully.

"We'll see how alike we are, Todder."

"Promise?"

"You bet."

Without another word, Dad engulfed my cock into his mouth. I welcomed his warm, wet mouth wrapped snugly around my aching dick. He pulled my crotch forcefully towards him. I grabbed the back of the chaise and surrendered to the pleasure my Dad's mouth was giving me.

"Ah shit!" I groaned, as I felt Dad's nose pressing into my pubic bush. I could hear the sounds of his deep breathing. Was my scent arousing him too? Perhaps it was because he moaned even louder and clamped his mouth even tighter around my raging hardon.

"Fucking good! Fucking tastes so good, Todder!" Dad hissed, amidst his slurping and devouring of my dick. "Will you do something for me, son?"

"Anything you want, Dad," I moaned. "I'll do anything you ask."

"I want your piss, Todder! Piss in my mouth! Feed me your piss!"

"Fuck yeah!" I groaned.

I hadn't taken a leak since I was on the plane and with the beer I had just drank, I was sur that with a little concentration and the sound of the waves crashing upon the shore, I could give Dad what he wanted.

"Thirsty, Dad?"

"Oh yes!"

"Want me to piss down your fuckin' throat?"

"Please, Todder!"

"Fuckin' urinal, aren't you, stud?"

"Fucking toilet mouth is what I am, Todder! Quench my thirst."

I gazed down at my hard dick resting on his tongue. Between my outstreatched legs I could see my balls swaying and further down, I could see Dad's hand pumping on his cock.

"Piss, Todder! Give me your piss!"

I relaxed completely and thought of the waves pounding the surf beneath me and let my own, warm stream flow. I watched with pleasure and lust as my golden nectar filled Dad's mouth.

"Drink, motherfucker! Drink Piss!"

Dad gulped and swallowed, quickly opening his mouth for more. Rivulets of my piss streamed out of the corners of his mouth and dripped upon his hairy chest which he rubbed into his chest hairs.

"Yeah! Fuckin' bathe in my stinkin' piss! Wash your sweaty armpit with my piss, you fuckin' piss whore!"

Dad cupped his hand under his chin to catch some piss. Then he brought it to his armpit and soaked the hairs with my yellow juice.

"Oh yeah! You're gonna smell so fuckin' rank, man! Gonna make you smell like a fuckin' dirty urinal!"

"Uh-huh!" Dad replied, gurgling.

I pulled my cock back and hosed down his face, neck and chest then aimed my dick towards my own chest so I could feel what Dad was enjoying so much.

"Kiss me, Todder!" Dad whispered. "Share your piss with me. Taste it with me!"

I brought my pissing dick back to his mouth and refilled it before I leaned forward and brought my lips to his. Softly. Tenderly, I brushed my lips against his darting my tongue out to taste my piss.

I savored its semi-salty flavor. It had a tang to it. Again, the knowledge of what I was doing aroused me and I clamped my mouth deeply upon Dad's and kissed him with a lusty passion.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" We groaned and moaned into each other's mouths. Our tongues toyed with one another's as our kiss deepened. Our nostrils flared as we sucked in air. Not wanting to part. Not wanting to separate. Not wanting to break the bond we were creating.

Sloshing between our mouths, we passed my piss back and forth, mingled with our saliva. I was in total ecstacy. What could possibly surpass sharing a deep, piss kiss with my hunk of a Dad?

As we broke our kiss, I licked Dad's full lips. I sighed with emotion and choked back the tears welling up in my eyes. God, how I loved this man now more than ever before!

Dad's hands stroked the back of my legs moving upwards towards my ass. I chuckled with delight as he swirled his hands over my creamy, white asscheeks. He kneaded my mounds as I bucked my ass back.

"Play with my ass, Dad!" I groaned, tracing kisses all over his face. "Touch me."

"Hmmmhhh! What's this?" Dad asked, seductively, as he spread my cheeks wide and traced a finger over my asshole.

"Dad! ... uh ..." I muttered, tensing up slightly.

"What's the matter, Todder?"

"It's just that ..."

"Just what?" Dad asked, toying with my pucker. "Nice, hairy hole you got here, son!"

"I'm dirty back there, Dad," I replied, shyly.

"Nasty boy!" Dad whispered. "My Todder's got a dirty ass?"

"Yeah. It's dirty. I know it is, Dad. Probably stinks too."

"Well let's find out, son."

Dad worked his finger in circular motions around my hole. Teasing my hole with his finger.

"Damn!"

"You like that, huh? Like having your Dad play with your dirty asshole?"

"Fuck, yes!"

"Bet it's nice and stinky too, huh?"

"I suppose so."

"Relax, Todder. Just relax and enjoy."

"What are you doing to me, Dad?" I moaned, as I felt his finger probing deeper into my butthole.

"Just finding out for myself how dirty my Todder really is. Gonna be a nasty boy for your Dad, Todder?"

"Yes! Yes!" I groaned, pushing down as though I were taking a shit and feeling my pucker blossom.

"That's it, son. Open up that shithole for Dad."

It felt so damn good having my Dad's finger up my ass. Moreso than my own.

"Oh yeah! What's this, Todder? What's this I found up here?"

"Fuck!" I cried, as Dad wiggled his finger.

"I feel something nice and warm up here. What is is, Todder?"

"Shit, Dad! Shit!" I hissed, impaling my ass more forcefully upon his finger.

"Fuck yeah! Todder's turd! Stinky, dirty turd!"

"Found what you want, fucker?" I snarled, my eyes gazing deeply into his.

"Oh yeah!" Dad replied, with a lustful grin. "I found some stink, son! Your stink!"

"Want me to shit it out for you, motherfucker?" I hissed into Dad's ear. "So we can smell my stink together?"

"Ah fuck! Fuck!" Dad groaned, rolling his head from side to side.

Dad withdrew his finger from my asshole and held it up before us. The aroma of my asshole, ripe and freshly pungent, filled the airspace between us.

"Stinks so good, Todder! Stinks so fuckin' good!"

"That's just a sample, Dad. Just an appetizer of my stink! Want some more, man?"

"Fuck yeah!"

"Want me to shit on that big cock of yours, Dad? Wanna feel my steamy log on your cock?"

"Yes! Yes! Fuck yes! I want my Todder's turd. Shit on me. Give me all of your fucking filth!"

All the fantasies that I had beat off to, thinking about my Mom's boyfriend, Ted, as I lay awake at night listening to the sounds of their fucking, was being realized now with my Dad. This gorgeous hunk of a man, my father, was wanting me to engage in the most private of human actions: defacating. And not just taking a dump, but shitting directly upon him. Coud I do it? Did I want to do it? Would I be embarassed doing it?

"Shit on my cock, Todder! Stink up my cock!"

The sound of my Dad's voice snapped me back to reality. I sighed deeply. My cock throbbed its consent and dripped its juices on Dad's chest. I gave a slight push.

"Fuckin' gonna dump on you, man! Gonna fuckin' squeeze out some turds on your cock, fucker!"

I could feel my asshole contracting, ready to give birth to my brown, stinky log. Glancing down between my legs I could see Dad's dick twitching with anticipation. A juicy, wet fart escaped my hole.

"Fuck yeah!" Dad cried. "Blow my cock a stink, dirty kiss, son! Fuck!"

My pucker flared open. I could feel the thick, slimey log emerging, slipping between my hairy ass crack. I could feel its warmth against my flesh. It felt so nasty yet it felt so good at the same time. I grabbed my cock and stroked as I shit.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Dad cried out, as inch by inch my stinking turd escaped my gaping asshole.

"Here it comes, fucker! My turd! My stinking buttslop! All for you, Dad!" I grunted.

"Fucking stink! Fucking nasty! Give it to me!"

Looking down between my legs, I watched as the brown, knotty turd snaked its way down towards my Dad's throbbing, juice oozing cock. The shear lewdness of what I was doing in the manner I was doing it, excited me immensely.

"Ah fuck!" Dad moaned, as the steamy log touched his cock. "Kiss my cock with your turd, Todder! Fuck!"

With another ripe fart, I clenched my asscheeeks together and the turd broke off and fell alongside Dad's dick. Dad lifted his head up and gazed down towards his dick. His eyes glistened with pure lust.

"Ah man!"

"You like that, don't you, pig?"

"Fuck, yeah!"

"How's it feel having my stinky turd lying next to your big dick?"

"Fucking awesome, Todder! Fucking nasty!"

"Want some more, Dad? There's more where that came from."

"Fuck, yes! Give me all you've got. Stink my fucking dick up real good!"

I relaxed my ass muscles again and gave another slight push. Another log emerged, softer and more pungent than the first followed by a creamier mess which fell directly upon Dad's dick and onto his balls. At the same time, my bladder emptied itself again with a stream of piss that shot out onto Dad's face.

"Play with your dirty dick, Dad! I wanna see your cock covered in my stinking shit!"

Dad grabbed his dick. I watched with animal lust as his fingers sunk into the soft pile of shit on his dick and moaned with him as he smeared my reeking filth all over his cock and balls.

"Yeah! Play with my shit, Dad! Smear my stink all over your fuckin' cock and balls. Show me how dirty your cock can be!"

"Fucking stink, Todder! Fucking feels so dirty!"

"Smear shit all over my ass, Dad!"

Dad slapped his shit coated hand on my ass and rubbed my stinking filth all over my asscheeks and into the crack of my ass.

"Oh yeah!" I groaned.

"Fucking dirty ass, Todder! Fucking raunchy, son!"

"Give it to me dirty and nasty, Dad! I love it! Smer my dick with shit, Dad! Fuck! Rub it all over me, man!"

Dad scooped up more shit and rubbed the pasty, stinking goo into my crotch hairs, then onto my rock hard dick. I watched with lust as my white cock turned a rich, warm brown. The stench, so ripe, foul and pungent, swirled up my nostrils. I pumped my filthy cock into my Dad's hand as he curled his fingers around my filthy shaft.

"You're turnin' your boy into a nasty bitch, aren't you, Dad?"

"Yes! You're my fucking, dirty slut! My whore! My fucking shit pig!"

"Smell my shitty dick, Dad! Smell it! Rub your nose on my dirty dick and get that stink up your nose, fucker!" I hissed, in a frenzy.

I lunged forward and Dad's nose made contact with my dick.

"Smell nasty, motherfucker?"

"Oh yeah! Semlls so fucking nasty, Todder!"

"Get that shit stink up your nose, asshole! I want my shitstink to linger up your nose for a long time!"

Dad rubbed his nose up and down the length of my rigid shaft, taking deep whiffs. I could see my brown sludge spreading over his nostrils and along his upper lip.

"Fucking smells so good, Todder! You fucking smell so good!"

Dad slid his hand upward. The reeking sludge felt warm as he smeared my chest with shit.

"Fuck! Fuck!" I moaned. "Aaaaaahhhhhh!"

At the base of my cock, Dad opened his mouth and sucked my shitty balls into his mouth. He tugged, slurpped and sucked on my dirty, stinking nuts.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Fuck! Tastes so fucking good, son!"

"Eat shit, fucker! Clean those balls you fuckin' shit eatin' pig!"

"Stink balls!" Dad hissed. "Fucking tasty, stink nuts!"

"You're a fuckin' pig, man! A motherfuckin', shiteatin' pig!"

Dad pulled his head back and stared up at me. He smiled and gritted his shit stained teeth. His face was slimed with my shit. He reeked of my buttslop. I reeked of my buttslop.

"Wanna kiss your fucking pig of a Dad now, Todder? Wanna taste how good your stink is, buddy?"

I straightened up, my entire body heaving with lust. I slid my briefs off and threw them aside. Grabbing the bottle of beer nearby I guzzled its contents and then straddled Dad and sat down. I could feel his shitty cock squishing its filth in the crack of my ass. It felt so dirty and nasty.

Leaning forward I took Dad's head in my hands and lowered my face towards his. The stench filled my nostrils.

"Kiss me, dirty!" Dad hissed.

I met Dad's open mouth with mine and kissed him deeply. A bitter, tangy taste filled my mouth. It was at first revolting but at the same time so sexual. I swirled my tongue within the recesses of his mouth trying to capture the full, ripe flavor of my filthy asshole.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" I groaned, deeply in his rancid, stinky mouth. I ground my ass crack up and down the length of the shitty cock beneath me.

"Todder! Todder! My nasty boy!" Dad sighed, his hot, reeking breath upon my face as he traced my lips with his shitty kisses.

I reached behind me to my shitty ass. Scooping up some more shit, I ran my dirty fingers through my Dad's hair. All the while I drew him closer and closer to me, sucking his filthy tongue into my mouth.

"Like father, like son, I see!"

Startled, Dad and I turned our heads in the direction of the masculine voice. A bottle of poppers raised to his nose with one hand and gropping his crotch through his jeans with the other, stood a tall, beefy guy. His long, black hair blew gently in the breeze.

"Mind if I join in on all the fun?"

"Rich!" Dad exclaimed.

"You must be Todd," Rich said, looking at me. "I can see we're gonna get along just fine."

I smiled as Rich slowly pulled his zipper down and drew out his cock.

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