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 4 by Rim4you

Chapter 1

The next couple of days in Laguna Beach was a whirlwind of frenzied sex between Dad, Rich and I. It seems as though we couldn't keep our hands to ourselves. We engaged in sexual activity at every opportune moment. Needless to say, I was in seventh heaven. There was no need for me to toss and turn in my bed and secretely masturbate. With Dad and Rich around I could give in to my desires at anytime and was always guaranteed an extra pair of hands. Or mouths!

As for the two studs I'd seen on the patio above ours, they more or less kept to themselves but whenever Dad, Rich and I took our activities out onto the patio, the neighbors above seemed to be a willing audience. Cocks in hand, they jacked off to the action below them.

Dad did manage to pick up a couple of paintings before we left Laguna Beach and had them shipped back to San Diego. There wasn't too much time for taking in the sights!

"Next stop, Universal City and Universal Studios," Dad said, as we loaded up the car and said good-bye to Laguna Beach.

"Will it be a long drive, Dad?"

"Nah. Give or take, considering L. A. traffic on the expressway, we should be there in about an hour and a half."

"Will we be close to Hollywood?"

"Yep!" Rich said. "Universal City is considered West Hollywood, Todd. So keep your eyes open. You just might see a movie star."

"I'm already looking at two of them now! I'd give you two an Oscar for best performance in scat!"

"Well, Todder, you deserve at least a supporting role."

"Shall I pass out the brown statuettes now guys?"

We all cracked up laughing. It was obvious that we were all comfortable with one another and from the looks that Dad and Rich exchanged with one another, I was almost certain that there was more going on between them than just an occassional romp in the hay.

"Say, Todd," Rich said, turning from his seat in the front of the car towards me in the back.

"Yeah?"

"Why don't you whip out that nice lookin' cock of yours so I can watch you jack off?"

"What? Here? In the car? In the middle of the expressway?"

"That didn't stop you from performing in front of our neighbors upstairs, if I recall, Todder." Dad chuckled, looking at me through the rear view mirror."

"Come on, Todd. Whip it out for me. I love watchin' you play with your dick."

I had to admit, the idea of being watched while having sex did turn me on, especially when it gave pleasure to those watching.

Without further coaxing I pulled my shorts down to around my ankles and pealed off my tank top.

"Mmm! Mmm! You are one hot lookin' stud, Todd," Rich said, with a whistle.

I proceded to pull on my dick and tug on my balls. The idea that I was practically naked, in broad daylight, in a car speeding down the expressway, excited me and all it took was a couple of strokes, and Rich's piercing green eyes looking at me, and I was rock hard.

"You keep your eyes on the road, Brad. I've got my own entertainment to keep me occuppied."

"You like it when I play with my dick, Rich?"

"Ooohhh, baby! You are so fuckin' fine!" Rich replied. "You know I do."

I scooted down in the seat and spread my legs wide so Rich could see my ass. Reaching under my balls I fingered my asshole."

"Oh yeah! Play with that sweet, boy cunt! Makin' me hot, Todd."

"My hole is nice and juicy, Rich." I cooed. "It feels so nasty."

"You doing what I asked you to do, son?" Dad asked.

"Yeah, Dad. I'm keeping my ass nice and raunchy for you."

"And what about me, Todd?"

"Oh, it's nice and dirty for you too, Rich." I replied, raising my legs and rubbing my finger over my rosebud."

I brought my finger up to my nose and took a deep whiff.

"Ooohhh, Rich. My ass smells so stinky. It's just the way you like it."

I darted my tongue out and licked the tip of my finger.

"Hot damn! If you don't tone it down a bit, I'm gonna have to crawl back there and rape your ass!" Rich said, with a grin.

"Well, you're the one who got him started, Rich." said Dad.

"Wanna sniff, Rich?" I asked, returning my finger to my asshole.

"Jesus, Todd!"

I leaned forward and held my finger under Rich's nose. He took a deep breath.

"Smell something you like, Rich?"

"You bet I do, Todd. I smell your dirty cunt."

"Well, let's not be greedy. I'm sure Dad wants a whiff too."

I brought my finger under Dad's nose and likewise he too a deep whiff.

"Fuck! That smells real good, son. You keep that up and we'll have a major accident."

"Did you say 'up' Dad? But I am up and it's real hard and drippin' cock snot on the floor of the car. How 'bout you? Are you up, Dad?"

Leaning over more, I ran my hand over Dad's chest and down to his crotch and squeezed his dick. I slid my hand into his shorts and pulled out his cock and began stroking it.

"Now don't get carried away, Todder. I was serious about distractions while driving."

"But I love playing with your dick, Dad." I whispered, in his ear. Adding fuel to the fire I licked Dad's ear.

I leaned back in my seat and continued jacking on my cock. By this time, Rich had his dick out and was stroking. Three guys in a car on the expressway, rock hard dicks exposed and two of those dicks being wanked!

A couple of blasts from a horn made our heads turn to the semi in the lane next to us. The trucker smiled, waved and gave us a thumbs up signal. He made a gesture as if pointing to something further down the expressway. Rich nodded his acknowledgement.

"Looks like he's pointing to that rest area ahead, Brad."

"Looks like it." Dad replied.

The trucker blasted his horn again and once more pointed in the direction of the rest area. This time Dad put his hand out the window and pointed in the same general area.

"Looks like we may get a piece of trucker ass, boys!" Rich said.

"Cool." I replied. "The more the merrier!"

"You just can't get enough, can you, Todder?"

"I'm always horny, Dad."

"Teenage hormones!" Rich snickered.

Chapter 2

We followed the semi into the rest area. It didn't look too busy. I had definitely heard about guys messing around in rest areas before. Rich had even told me that he occassionally cruised the men's room at several rest stops.

We bailed out of the car and made our way towards the semi. Rounding the back of the tractor-trailor, leaning up against his rig was the trucker.

He appeared to be shorter than Rich and Dad. More my height. Outwardly, he didn't seem to be as muscular as Dad and Rich either but he seemed to be fit and trim. He looked rather young. I'd say in his twenties. He wore levis that fit him like a second skin that were ripped at the knees which accentuated what appeared to be, a well endowed basket. His plain, white t-shirt looked as though it needed laundering quite badly. Heavy sweat stains could be seen on the fabric surrounding his armpits. Topping it all off, the trucker had on a pair of well worn cowboy boots and hat to match.

"Howdy!" the trucker said, tapping a finger on the brim of his cowboy hat and nodding his head.

"Hi there," I replied. "I'm Todd."

"Pleased to meet ya, Todd." the trucker responded, in a deep, southern drawl, extending his hand with a firm handshake. "I'm Brad," Dad said, by way of introduction. "And this is my friend, Rich."

"Pleasure's all mine," the trucker replied, shaking their hands.

"Couldn't help but notice y'all a ways back. Where y'all headed."

"My boy here, Todd, is visiting from Wisconsin. I thought I'd take him to see the sights of L. A. My buddy, Rich, is joining us."

"Well, that sounds mighty nice. I'm headed for L. A. myself. Been on the road, back and forth 'tween L. A. and Jackson, Mississippi goin' on three weeks 'bout now. That's where I'm from. Jackson, that is."

"I'll bet it can get rather lonely on the road at times, huh?" Rich asked.

"Yes sir. Sure can. Gets a man ta itchin', if ya know what I'm talkin' 'bout."

"I'll bet it does," Rich replied, stepping forward and boldly reaching out to grope the trucker's crotch. "And if it itches, it needs to be scratched."

"Yes sir. Sure does. Ain't been scratched in awhile. Sure could use some attention right 'bout now."

"This feels real good, guys." Rich said, looking at Dad and I.

"Well, thank you, sir. I aim ta please. I'm itchin' and you're scratchin."

"So what's your name, cowboy?" I asked. "Oh, I'm sorry, Todd. Where are my manners? My Momma would whoop my ass for bein' un-neighborly. Name's Beau. Yeah, I know. Typical southern name. Momma's side's from Baton Rouge."

"Cajun, then?" Dad asked.

"Yes sir. Partly. Daddy's side's from Jackson."

I was fascinated with Beau's accent. It was so sexy. It's not often that a Wisconsin boy, like myself, runs into a southern drawl.

"Keep that up, Rich, and I'll be fixin' ta cream my jeans!"

"I aim to please too, Beau." Rich said, giving Beau's cock a firm squeeze. "And my buddies here, together we can show you a good time."

"Well, hot damn!" Beau exclaimed. "I'm up for some fun. Three of y'all? At the same time? I'd die and go ta heaven!"

"We'll settle for some hell right now!" Dad chimed in.

"Y'all ain't cops, are ya?"

"I'll be your cop if you want me to." I replied.

"Yes sir, Todd! Bet you're a pistol whip. Don't mind my sayin', but I think you're damn cute."

"Thanks!" I replied, hanging my head a little shyly. "I think you're hot."

"Well, thank you, sir. I think we're all gonna get along just fine."

"So, Beau. What are you into?" I asked.

"Anything hot 'n nasty! And y'all?"

"The nastier the better." Rich replied.

"I'd offer y'all my cab but it'd be a might bit too crowded for the four of us. Down the road a ways'a motel. Not much on comfort. Truckers call it a 'pork stop.' Ain't nobody gets turned away there. We could go there. I'm still itchin' if y'all are up to scratchin'."

"Lead the way." Dad said.

"Just follow me." Beau replied, "It ain't far."

Beau gave us a wink and turned to walk towards the door of his rig. I whistled.

"You sure do have a nice ass!" I said. Beau stopped dead in his tracks. Putting his hands on his hips, he cocked his head back at me and grinned.

"Can't wait for you to give it some attention, Todd. If it's alright with your Daddy, ya wanna hitch a ride with me?"

"Can I, Dad?"

"It's okay by me, son. If Beau dosen't mind."

"Oh, I don't mind, sir. Fine by me. I'm takin' a shine to your boy, if ya don't mind my sayin' so."

"We'll follow you guys." Rich hollered, as he and Dad made their way to the car.

"Ever hitched a ride in a big rig before, Todd?" Beau asked me, as we climbed in the cab.

"Nope." I said. "I never have."

"Roach motel, here we come!" Dad said, looking at Rich, as they pulled out behind Beau and I.

"I think we may have a minor problem on our hands, Brad."

"What makes you say that, Rich?"

"I may be wrong, but I think the love bug has hit Todd."

"Nah! What makes you think that?"

"Southern charm, my friend. I think we're gonna end up with a lovesick puppy dog on our hands!"

"You really think so, Rich?"

"I can almost guarantee it."

"Now what?"

"Fun first. You can do the father and son routine later."

"We'll you're alot of help, Rich!"

"I aim to please."

"Now, where have I heard that before?"

Chapter 3

"Well, here we are, Todd. Like I said, it ain't much. But we ain't here for silk sheets. Your Daddy and Rich are pullin' in now."

It was true. The Starlight Motel was a sight for sore eyes but as Beau pointed out, we weren't there for the amenities. And Beau was looking more and more intoxicating by the minute.

"Todd?"

"Yes, Beau."

"Jeez! I don't know quite how ta put this."

"Huh?"

Beau grasped the steering wheel and hung his head rather sheepishly.

"For the past ten miles I been tryin' hard not ta pull off the side of the road and kiss ya!"

"What's stopping you now, Beau?"

Beau looked at me. His gray eyes seemed to sparkle yet within those eyes, a hint of lonliness.

"Kinda scared."

"Scared of what?"

"That ya might not want me to kiss ya. I'm just a country boy. Ain't much on manners or livin' high on the hog. I talk funny for starters. Momma always told me ta pay 'ttention to my speakin' and all. Guess what I'm tryin' ta say ... uh ... I know we just met an' all but damn, if you ain't the cutest guy I ever laid eyes on! Shucks! Guy like me ... "

"From what I've seen already, Beau, you are one hot guy and as far as your manners are concerned, you're very polite. I have to admit, I am attracted to you."

"Aw! You're joshin' me, Todd. I'm a sight for sore eyes like this run down motel I brought y'all to."

"Don't sell yourself short, Beau."

I leaned towards Beau and stroked his face.

"That feels real nice, Todd. You touchin' me. Makes me hard, if ya know what I mean."

"Well, I've been hard for, what did you say? Ten miles?"

"Yeah, give or take."

"Well, I'm willing to give if you're willing to take, Beau."

"Well, hot damn!" Beau exclaimed, wrapping his strong arms around me and giving me a deep, wet kiss.

In the car parked next to the rig, things were a little different ...

"What did I tell you, Brad?"

"Lovesick pups?"

"Bingo!"

"So what now, Rich?"

"I say, we give the guys some space. Their space."

"And what about us?"

"What, Brad? I don't do anything for you?" "That's not what I meant, Rich. And you know that."

"We'll make the best of it. Cheesey hotel. Separate rooms. Sleazy, nasty sex. The boys get their room and we get ours."

"Here?"

"Hey. We were going to do it here anyway. It may not be the Ritz but ... unless ..."

"Unless what?"

"You prefer better accomodations and we check into the hotel in Universal City and cowboy here, brings Todd to the hotel tomorrow morning."

"You're kidding, aren't you, Rich? I don't even know this guy to leave my sixteen year old kid with him."

"Well, he can't be much older than Todd. That's obvious. Option number two: we invite him along with us after he delivers his load in L. A. In that way, Daddy will feel secure and Todd will be very happy." "Don't yank my chain, Rich. Todd means the world to me. He's everything I've got." "Oh! And I'm not?"

"Rich! I didn't mean that the way it sounded. You know I love you."

"Ditto that, buddy! But that dosen't solve the obvious situation at hand."

"Lovesick pups?"

"Jackpot!"

Chapter 4

"Rooms 2472 and 2473. Here are your keys, Mr. Curtis. Have a pleasent stay at the Hilton, sir."

"With all due respect, Brad, sir. I sure do appreciate this. Goin' all out. I kinda feel like a fish outta water."

"Relax, Beau. No problem. The main thing is that you and Todder have fun and enjoy yourselves."

"Oh, I know I will. Seein's how Todd's here with me."

Dad handed me the key to mine and Beau's room and we made a mad dash towards the elevator.

"Hold on a sec, Todder!"

"Yeah, Dad?"

"Here's the tickets for you and Beau to Universal Studios and here's some spending money."

"Dad! You don't have to ..."

"Just take it, son. Go on. I want the two of you to have fun."

"But what about you and Rich?"

"Don't you worry about us. We'll have our own kind of fun. You know that you and Beau are welcome to join us anytime."

"Thanks, Dad. I love you!"

"I love you too, son."

Laughing, smiling and whooping it up, Beau and I headed towards the elevator.

"Hard to let go, isn't it?" said Rich.

"Huh? He's just a kid."

"So were we, Brad. Not so long ago. Remember what that was like?"

"But they just met one another."

"And so did we at one time."

"I just don't want to see Todder get hurt, that's all."

"And what father wouldn't want that?"

"Rich. It's just that I haven't always been there for him. You know?"

"Under the circumstances, I think you've done an admirable job in raising your son and he loves you, Brad. He idolizes you and you know what?"

"What?"

"So do I."

Chapter 5

Our room on the twenty-fourth floor gave us a spectacular view overlooking Universal Studios, Hollywood. In the distance, from our window, Beau and I could see downtown Los Angeles.

"Ain't it beautiful?" Beau asked, encircling his arms around me and holding me close.

"It's awesome!" I replied. "We're gonna have so much fun."

"Hell!" Beau remarked, "we're so high up we could run around bare ass neked and who the fuck would know or care!"

"So why don't we?"

"Don't we what?"

"Get naked."

"You mean 'neked."

I just loved the way Beau's southern accent changed the way words sounded.

"If your Daddy and Rich knew that we were gettin' neked 'n nasty in here, they'd whop my ass to a pulp, Todd!"

"Why do you think we have separate rooms?" I said, dropping my hand to Beau's crotch and giving it a firm squeeze."

"So we can get neked 'n nasty?"

"Exactly."

"How nasty, Todd?"

"Dirty."

"How dirty, Todd?"

"Filthy dirty and nasty, Beau!" I replied, pulling him onto the bed on top of me.

"Now you're talkin' my kinda talk." he replied, giving me a deep, wet, tongue probing kiss.

Chapter 6

"Ooohhh, baby! I wanna get so fuckin' nasty with you! Feel how hard your makin' my dick." Beau said, grinding his crotch into mine. "And from what I can feel, your dick's a risin' too."

"Make it feel good, Beau!"

"Oh, I'll make it feel plenty good, Todd! But first things, first."

Beau hopped off of the bed and began to strip. I took in this young man's physique. He was no Mr. Universe, that's for sure. Rather, his body had a toned, natural symerty.

His shoulders were broad and his chest, finely covered with hair, tapered to his firm stomach. A dense forest of dark hair swirled around a thick, uncut cock.

"Check out alright?" Beau asked, with a grin.

"Oh yeah!" I replied, with a smile.

Beau reached to remove his black, cowboy hat.

"Don't." I said.

"Don't what?"

"Leave your cowboy hat on for now. It makes you look real sexy."

"Want me to put my boots back on too?"

"Yeah! That would be really hot."

"I am to please. Speaking of which."

Beau walked over to the table. I uttered a slight moan as I rubbed my crotch when, turning his back to me, his firm, hairy, bubble butt came into full view.

"Like that, don't ya?"

"Oh yeah! Very much."

"Kinda figured you would."

Beau picked up a glass from up off of the table. I figured he was going to get himself something to drink.

"Why don't you get neked while I pour us somethin' to drink."

I shucked off my clothes and threw them in a heap beside the bed. Sprawling out on the bed, I stroked my cock as Beau approached the bed.

"So where's our drink?" I asked.

"It's a comin'," he replied, with a sheepish grin.

Holding the glass under his cock, Beau began to piss. The golden fluid shot out of his pisshole and began filling the glass.

"Fuck!" I gasped.

"Any objections to my choice of brew?" Beau asked, swirling his dick in the glass as if mixing a drink. "I've always taken a shine to piss. 'Specially my own!"

Beau raised the glass to his lips and took a couple of swallows.

"Mmmmmm! Nice and fresh! Want some?"

I sat up on the edge of the bed and nodded my head. Beau handed me the glass. As I brought the golden nectar to my lips I could smell its acrid aroma. An indication of the robust taste that soon my taste buds were treated to. The warm, rancid piss filled my mouth. I swished it around before swallowing.

"Taste good?"

"Fuck, yeah!"

"I got pleanty more, Todd."

I slid off of the bed and onto my knees. My face just inches away from Beau's cock, dripping piss.

Beau took his dick in his hand and slid his foreskin back aiming his dick towards my mouth. Another tangy scent swirled up my nostrils. I leaned forward, slightly, and sniffed the head of his dick and moaned.

"Your cock stinks, cowboy! Just like your piss!"

"Yeah? Thought you'd like some of that stinky head cheese. Smells good, don't it?"

I nodded my head as I ran my nose up and down Beau's shaft, savoring the aroma of his cock.

"Yeah! Smell that dirty cock, Todd! Get a good whiff of my cock cheese!"

"Fuckin' nasty! Smells so fuckin' nasty, Beau!"

"Suck it, man! Put my dirty dick in your mouth!"

As Beau skinned his cock back, I wrapped my lips around the mushroom head and sucked, groaning as the flavor of his cock cheese filled my mouth followed by his warm, strong piss.

"Drink that piss! Been needin' to piss for awhile. Fuckin' feels good pissin' down your throat."

I swallowed and swallowed every ounce of the rancid juice as it hit the back of my throat and cascaded down. It felt warm. I could feel it, or rather imagined it, frothing in my mouth as it swirled down my throat.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" I groaned, gasping and panting as I pulled my mouth off of his cock to catch the last spurts of his piss onto my face, feeling its warmth spash and trickle then drip from my chin onto my chest.

Smacking my lips, I rose and laid down on the bed.

"You sure do look mighty nice neked, Todd."

"Come here, Beau!" I whispered, licking my lips wet with his piss. "Sit on my face!"

"I gotta warn ya," Beau replied, climbing onto the bed, turning around so that his legs straddled either side of my chest and his tantalizing, hairy buns hovered above my face. "I got a dirty ass, Todd."

"Give it to me, man!" I hissed. "I wanna eat your ass. Your dirty ass!"

"It's all sweaty and stinky, Todd." Beau replied, swiveling his luscious, hairy mounds over my face. "It's nasty. Wouldn't surprise me there's shit clingin' to the hairs!"

"Aaarrrggghhh!" I growled, as I grabbed Beau's waist and pulled his steamy, sweaty, voluptuous mounds onto my face.

"Fuck, yeah!" Beau moaned, rubbing his steamy, funky smelling butt all over my face. "Smell that stinky, trucker ass, Todd! I know it ain't clean and it's all kinds of nasty. Smell my dirty ass!"

It was nasty. It was dirty. It was raunchy. It was everything Beau said it would be: sweaty, stink, ripe and then some. The stench of musk, of shit, so powerful, mingled with the aroma of his anal juices, filled my nostrils. I groaned with lusty delight as I savored his buttstink.

"Ya like my stinky butt?"

"Oh yeah!" I gasped.

"Show me how much ya like it! Eat it! Eat my dirty ass, Todd!"

With my hands I pulled his asscheeks apart. His puckered rosebud, nestled amidst a forest of hair, and gaping, looked so inviting. I pressed my nose against the moist hole and drew in a deep breath of ripe, ass stench before I moved my nostrils upward so that my tongue could plunge within the rank, moist orifice.

"Fuck!" Beau gasped, as I probed his hole with my tongue. "Yeah! Eat my ass. Eat my dirty ass!"

I tongue fucked Beau's shithole, darting my tongue in and out, absorbing the flavor of his asshole. A tangy flavor that I found so sexy. So erotic.

"Ah, man! That feels mighty nice, Todd. So fuckin' good! I love havin' my shithole played with."

I probed, slurpped and lapped at Beau's asshole. I encircled my lips around the puckered anal ring and sucked, moaning with pleasure as his anal juices filled my mouth. The tangy, slightly bitter flavor, I detected, seemed to absorb me like a a sponge into its foulness. Into its stench. It was all so filthy and good at the same time. My cock throbbed and jerked.

"Eat my ass, Todd! Work that tongue up my asshole! I need more 'n your hot tongue up my stinhole!"

I groaned, imagining what my newly found friend, he who had instantly captivated me, what all he wanted me to do with his ass that I would willingly do to give him pleasure. Anything he wanted, I would gladly surrender to.

As I probed my tongue as deep as I could within his anal cavity, I detected something up there. Something warm. Something that, when my tongue made contact with it, my taste buds exploded with a bitter, funky tang. A flavor that I had recently tasted for the first time which did not disgust me but rather in my heightened state of arousal, deepened my ever mounting lust: the taste of turd. The flavor of shit. The most private taste Beau had to offer. His ultimate filth which, I reckoned, that perhaps only the waters of the toilet bowl had savored.

"Oh, man! Fuckin' makin' me feel mighty nasty there, Todd! Makin' me wanna get down right filhy with ya!"

"Mmmmmm! Uh-huh!" I moaned, lapping my tongue at what I knew to be the tip of a smelly turd up Beau's slopchute. "Fuckin' sloppy manhole!"

"That's your playground, Todd!" Beau whispered, grinding his steamy butt on my face. "It's all yours, man!"

The door to the adjoining room slowly swung upon.

"Looks like we're just in time." Rich said, standing in the doorway, one hand pumping his cock and the other carressing the mounds of Dad's ass who stood next to him.

"Mind if we join you?" Dad asked.

"Not at all, sir! Beau replied. "Todd and I were just gettin' things warmed up for y'all."

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