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Randy, Andy, Danny, and Josh. Their friends and family had started calling them the Four Horsemen as early as second grade thanks to the fact that they were inseparable and had a talent for mischief and mayhem. Growing up in their poor, Gulf Coast surroundings, the four redneck boys had somehow managed to avoid both jail, and knocking up any girls, as they barely graduated high school. Randy and Andy, who were twins, now worked on their uncle's fishing boat; Danny drove a tow truck; while Josh was apprenticing with a distant cousin, a plumber.
Somewhere along the line they had started a tradition of crazy bets -- who could stack the most chugged beer cans (Andy); who could piss the farthest (Josh); who could cum the fastest (Danny), etc. Drunk and high, the Horsemen had hatched their most recent bet to take place during the Superbowl: who could stay on the couch the longest without getting up. No piss breaks; no shit breaks. And while most of their bets were low stakes wagers, they'd each put up $100 of leftover Christmas cash on this one.
Young, hung, and dumb, the four-pack each hatched a not-terribly-thought-out plan to win. Danny, the host, set his thermostat so that the hvac would crank out nonstop heat. He figured someone would get up off the couch to fix it. Andy, in charge of weed, sucked off his dealer in order to get a high potency strand reputed to make smokers insatiably horny. His idea was that dudes would sneak off to jack off. His brother Randy, in charge of booze, had laced the Jägermeister with a concoction from the health food store of diuretics, assuming piss runs were inevitable. And finally Josh's mind followed a similar path for his responsibility with food, lacing the chili with a laxative to ensure shit runs to Danny's porcelain throne.
Superbowl Day arrived, and here's what happened...
Danny surveyed his crappy apartment. The only thing of value was huge 100" tv that dominated the room. Across sat his used couch, circa 1978, with its frayed plaid cushions and heavy, wooden arms. It was a musky piece of junk, having absorbed gallons of ass sweat from his marathon bong-and-bate sessions. A long, low table ran the length of the sofa; otherwise, the wood-paneled room was devoid of anything resembling decor. Behind a half wall was his tiny, filthy kitchen, while to the right were twin doors to the bedroom and bathroom. But all attention today was on the couch, and Danny was looking forward to spending hours with his buddies on it in his quest for the $400 prize money.
The huge tow truck driver absentmindedly rubbed his unwashed cock and balls through his basketball shorts and stained jockstrap. He'd played football in high school, but now his big, hairy frame was mostly padded with fat -- the result of hours sitting on his ass eating fast food. But Danny secretly loved his big, hairy gut and sagging pecs. He loved being naked, rubbing his fat stomach as he jacked off. Even thinking about it now was getting his 8" beercan cock hard, but he knew the bros would be arriving soon and finished his tinkering with the thermostat. He nodded happily as the system kicked on and pumped out hot air into the stale room.
Just then the door opened, and the twins Randy and Andy walked in. The guys were too close to bother with knocking, and had walked in on Danny pulling his pud many times -- something both enjoyed immensely even if they never talked about it. Tall and wiry, the two 19-year-olds sported loose muscle tanks that revealed dozens of tattoos. All four of the Horsemen shared two tattoo sets -- a horse for each of them and matching "Proud Redneck" scrollwork on each right shoulder. But Randy and Andy were inked well beyond that, both young men covered in an array of motifs. Nearly 6'5, the twins were all long limbs and long hair, which greasily hung down past their shoulders. They too wore basketball shorts, although it was obvious both were going commando underneath, their impressive snakes pushing against the mesh fabric. Even as they began laying out their contributions to the gathering, Josh opened the door carrying a crockpot full of chili, and two bags of food hanging off each hand. The short, stocky plumber was wearing his blue coveralls.
"Did you work today?" Danny called out as Josh set down his food on the long table in front of the couch.
"Yeah," the bearded, handsome guy replied. "Toilet emergency." Josh could feel his massive cock start to swell just thinking about the job he'd come from, but kept his dirty thoughts to himself as always. Josh loved the stink of shit and piss, which was the real reason he was becoming a plumber. He adjusted his growing monster in his briefs and continued unpacking chips, dips, and sandwiches, while Randy interspersed the spread with bottles of beer, whiskey and jager. "Is it hot in here?"
Danny covered his smirk quickly. "I'm sure it will click off soon," he lied reassuringly. Andy completed the spread with weed and smokes for everyone -- distributing cigars, pipes, bongs, wrapping papers, and reds across the table. Danny looked over the spread and turned his giant tv to the game. "Okay Horsemen, here are the rules. You have to stay on the couch to stay in the bet. If you shift around, that's ok, but your ass can only be up for two seconds max. Any thing else -- any trips to the bathroom or the kitchen or to do anything else means you are out. Last man standing, or sitting, I guess, wins." Danny plopped his big frame down at the end of the ratty, sagging sofa, grabbing and filling a bong as he did so. Andy slid his long, lean frame down next, followed by his matching brother. Josh took the other end. He and Danny had played football together; however, while Danny had willingly let his body go to fat, Josh had thrown himself into weightlifting after high school, building his fireplug frame to swelling proportions. The two on each end were stark contrasts to the twins in the middle -- skinny with long, greasy hair, all their tattoos, and a few missing teeth. If they hadn't worked on boats, they would have fit in perfectly as seedy carny folk. All four men smelled of sweat, dirt, and work, without a hint of deodorant between them.
The football game started in amicable silence as the tiny room filled with thicker and thicker clouds of weed, cigarette, and cigar smoke. The heat continued to blast down on them, and they started to sweat. "Fuck Danny, what the fuck is wrong with your heat," wondered Andy, stripping off his shirt.
"You are welcome to hop up and check," chuckled Danny.
"Fuck you," Andy replied. "I'll just get more comfortable," as he slid off his basketball shorts. As Danny had guessed, Andy wasn't wearing underwear. His heavily tattooed body glistened with sweat and dripped down on his long, curved cock. His twin Randy did the same, so that the two sat naked, their wet bodies pressed against each other as if in a sauna, which the room nearly was. Danny cursed under his breath that his plan hadn't worked, but was already too high and drunk to care. He too stripped down to his jockstrap. Andy whistled, "Fuck, man. That jock looks like it has never been washed." It was true. The rancid, frayed sack reeked of cum, piss, and more than a little shit. Only Josh remained clothed in his blue coveralls, although he'd zipped them all the way down. He had also reached inside and was actively rubbing his cock through his equally-stained briefs.
"Fuck," Josh muttered out loud. "I'm so fucking horny." Andy chuckled, knowing it was the weed he'd secured.
"Go into Danny's bedroom," Andy urged "and pump out a load. We don't care."
"Nice try, fucker," Josh replied. "I think I'm good right where I am." With that he pulled his rancid briefs down below his low-hanging balls, hauling out his monstrous cock. Of the four, his was easily the largest -- a foot long and thick as a can of tennis balls. His friends knew of his amazing endowment, and watched him appreciatively as he began stroking his sweat-slick cock. Andy and Randy were boned up within seconds, as was Danny. They all began jacking in earnest. The twins draped their legs over each other as they scooted in closer, and to their friends' surprise, began to make out as they pumped their cocks. Both Danny and Josh were turned on by this unexpected turn of events, and hands flew up and down all four cocks lining the nasty sofa. In less than a minute, cum was flying, and the friends made sure to aim towards their buddies as the thick, white ropes splattered across sweat-soaked skin.
Rather than feel any embarrassment, the four leaned against each other, sweating and breathing hard. Someone fired up more blunts that were passed around. Their cocks barely deflated after the massive loads, remaining horned by the hot stickiness that surrounded them. Danny and Josh occasionally ran their hands over the twins between them, and the sounds of leisurely kissing punctuated the game on the screen. They'd all jacked off together, but this was new. Even the twins had never crossed this line before, but now they caved into the incestuous desires that had always been there.
Not forgetting about the bet, Randy had watched as the group downed shots of Jager earlier. Sure enough, it was his brother that first noticed the effects of his added diuretics. "Fuck," Andy moaned, "I've gotta piss like a racehorse."
"Bathroom's right there," Randy said, jerking his head towards the door.
"Nope," Andy replied looking his brother in the eye. "I think I'll stay." With that his hard cock began shooting a steaming stream of piss right into his twin brother's face. Randy opened his mouth, first in surprise, and then in excited pigginess as he gulped down his brother's firehose of rank urine. It flowed over his face and around his body. Danny knew he should be upset that his only couch was getting soaked in piss, but the thought just made him more excited. He too needed to desperately piss, and now he released it, allowing his cock to geyser the flow up and all over himself, the couch, the floor, and the table. Randy and Josh joined in, and gallons of piss were soon spraying in every direction.
A wall of piss stink hit them all, mixed with the rank stench of cum, bodies, and weed. They loved it, and the foursome began making out again, this time even more earnestly and with more unbridled passion. Tongues swabbed and drooled over each other, as their faces became coated with spit, piss, and sweat. They gleefully entered nostrils and shared snot that ran freely. Josh finally stripped out of his blue coveralls and briefs, but not before retrieving a can of Cope from the front pocket. The four packed their lips, and for the next half hour they shared buckets of brown, sludgy spit that ran down their chins, over their chests, and onto their dripping cocks. Piss flowed without warning or fanfare, with the men simply releasing their bladders over anything and everything around them. There was a sensuousness to the long, lingering fourway makeout session, as they spit and drooled all over each other, wallowing in the layers of raunch that they shared over their faces and bodies.
As they spit out their remaining chew, and rubbed the spit-drenched gunk into their chest hairs and pubes, Josh spoke up. "Guys, we need to eat the chili. It's going to make us shit and I want to shit fuck you -- all of you. I've never told anyone this, but I fucking love shit. I love the smell. I love the feel. I want to share that with you so fucking bad, and that chili is going to make us shit really, really hard." The other three smiled hornily at both his implied confession at spiking the chili, and what their bodybuilding friend had in mind. Plus the idea of Josh's enormous cock inside their shit-slick cunts filled them with more weed-fueled desire. They quickly set about filling and eating bowl after bowl of the greasy stuff. They slurped and chewed disgustingly, letting it run down their faces and chests as they simultaneously ate and snogged, passing the chunky stew back and forth between them. By now the heater had cranked the room up to at least 90 degrees, as they sweated profusely, reeking of manly musk and piss.
It didn't take long for the deep rumbles to begin as the rednecks felt their guts filing with chili-driven shit. They sat grinning at each other in anticipation as they farted louder and louder, the couch filling with ever-increasing wetness from their raunchy holes. Josh lay back against the edge of the couch, his 12" club of thick meat sticking straight up in the air, glistening with spit, piss, and remnants of chew. He reached over and grabbed a cigar, lighting up and relaxing as the gar smell mixed with funkier and funkier rips of putrid ass wind. It was Andy who spoke up first. "I'm ready," he said, scooting over to Josh and squatting precariously over the massive cock. Andy's ass was already opening up and leaking a thick sludge when he sat down in a single, smooth motion, facing way from Josh. "FUCCCCKKKKKK," he screamed as the giant dick invaded his shit-filled guts. Josh just moaned loudly as Andy's skinny virgin ass clutched his cock in a shit-slick vice. The skinny, tattooed twin started riding his invader, a thick sludge of shit appearing up and down the shaft each time he rose up from the sitting position. The smell of shit filled the room, mixing with cigar as Josh puffed away.
Randy and Danny sat watching the spectacle, their own guts rumbling and filling as they waited their turn. It was Randy who groaned with sudden alarm. "Fuck, I'm not going to make it. It's coming out now, dudes. I gotta shit now."
Danny scooted into a half-reposed slouch at his end of couch. "Shit on me, bro," he hollered to his buddy. "Shit all over my fat, hairy body. I'm a fucking huge, nasty pig and I need to be coated in shit." Randy slid his thin, skinny country redneck body up the slick mass of fat that his friend had become, coming to rest with his ass perched just over the massive mound of Danny's belly fat. True to his word, the shit blew out almost instantaneously, covering the rounded hill of flesh in buckets of stinking sludge. All the guys moaned in ecstasy watching the show of Danny's pig gut become covered in shit, rivulets rolling off the sides on the couch and floor. Danny didn't care. He wanted to live in filth, to live in a pig pen befitting his true nature as filth-loving swine. He rubbed his hands all over his stomach, his pubes, his cock, his balls. Shit smeared everywhere. Andy watched the depraved spectacle as he rode Josh's cock, his own insides being ripped open as shit flowed out. He bellowed as he shot a massive load up and over his own face, coating himself in redneck jizz.
Without a word, Randy roughly hauled his still-panting twin off the tower of cock, and planted his own shitty cunt down on it. He began pumping his ass up and down Josh's magnificent dick, as his brother more or less collapsed atop Danny's shit-smeared mounds of fat and flesh. The two snogged furiously, snowballing the ropes of cum that Andy had just shot all over his own face. Andy reached down and stuffed his fingers into Danny's hole, finding plenty of chili-made shit just inside the entrance. While his brother rode Josh's shit-plastered pole, Andy brought up handful after handful of shit from both his and Danny's cunt. He lovingly, playfully smeared it over the two of them as they made out, rubbing it into their faces, their hair, their bodies. The smell of shit was overpowering, as the football game played on the big screen, long forgotten in the haze of pig lust. Just like his twin, it didn't take long for Randy to blast his own load while being fucked. That was Danny's cue. "My turn," he said with a grin.
The fat pig crawled along the sofa to his buddy's muscle-bound body, shit dripping off him as he went. Unlike the twins, he didn't sit down on the massive cock, but instead used his slick body to slide up Josh's thick frame, laying atop the aspiring, shit-loving plumber. Then he slid back again, allowing the massive cock to enter horizontally into his shitty, stinking hole. Josh set his cigar aside, and the two kissed passionately as shit smeared between their bodies and faces, especially hanging thickly in Josh's beard. Josh breathed it in lustily, inspiring Danny to take his shit-coated fingers, stuffing them up his friend's nose. Josh moaned in pure, pig lust as shit filled his nostrils, followed by his friends tongue, and then back again to more packed shit in his nose. He was in heaven. Andy and Randy fired up another round of bong hits as they sat intertwined, watching the raunchy lovemaking at the other end of the couch. For more than twenty minutes Josh and Danny lay atop each other, barely moving with Josh's enormous cock knotting them together. They simply tongued and felt each other with abandon. At some point Josh began pissing inside Danny's tight pig cunt, brown sludge dribbling out around his cock, and down Danny's balls. Danny repaid the gift in kind, pissing along Josh's body, adding to the hot slickness that coated and connected them both.
By some unseen, intuitive signal, the two began fucking faster and harder. "Fuck me," Danny shouted, almost sobbing with pure animal, guttural lust. "Fuck my pig cunt. FUCK ME IN SHIT FOREVER..." His massive load pumped out his cock, trapped between the two slick bodies. Josh thrust as deep as he could into his friend's bludgeoned guts, unleashing gallons and gallons of thick cum. Even though they'd already cum twice, the twins were hard and jacking furiously again, mouths open and drooling. "FUCCCKKK," they screamed in unison, more ropes of jizz flying and splatting over the ruined couch.
None of them could have told you who won the Superbowl that year. Who gave a fuck?! And they decided to call the bet a draw. Instead, they used the money to turn Danny's hovel into a den of filth-fueled sex. Danny moved in with Josh during the week, and the four of them spent every weekend finding new ways to explore depraved pig sex in Danny's old place. They never did fix the heater! And so began the adventure of the Four Horsemen of Filth.