Date: Tue, 08 Aug 2017 17:11:52 +0000
From: 8ih8of+95hcyx8442t5g@guerrillamail.com
Subject: Hung Dad and Brother's Piss and Dirty Briefs (Urination, Incest, Adult Youth)

Not sure how my love for piss originated since it seems like it was kinda
always there. I remember the first time feeling another guys hot piss on me
in the shower as a kid with my brother and dad. I remember my first taste
of another guys piss from my brother's dick that one summer. Or the sight
of dozens of strangers' dicks pissing away into the metal troughs at the
ball game. Or the feel of pissing my own briefs and pants purposefully,
loving the feel of a full bladder I couldn't hold anymore, the pleasure of
the release, and the warmth as my piss spread.


But first, my brother and dad. Liam was just under a year older than me, so
we were always buddies. Dad and mom were pretty young when they had us, so
when we were kids, dad was still in his mid to late 20s. By the time we
were 5 and 6, mom started her career as a doctor, which meant long shifts,
overnights on call, and dad at home raising us.


Dad was a funny guy. To say Liam and I loved and looked up to him is an
understatement. I think it helped that he was young enough that he still
acted sorta childish in terms of humor and behavior. At the time we just
thought he was the best. Around the house, dad's choice in clothing was a
pair of white briefs in the summer, and white briefs with a tank in the
winter. The white briefs were seldom completely white, unless just bought,
usually marked with yellow stains in various places. Liam and I followed
suit, as we did with everything, and the three of us could be seen eating
our morning cereal at the kitchen table in our not so white tighty whities,
dribbling milk down our chins to our bare chests while slurping the last of
the it from the bowl. Or on the couch in front of the TV watching whatever
game was on, or Spongebob if there were no sports dad wanted to watch.
Often dad's hand would be down his briefs, and as always, Liam and I would
mimic dad with our hands fondling our own little cocks in our underwear.

Even this lax dress code was often optional. It really meant nothing at all
to us to look over and see dad's long, thick cock out of his briefs, lying
lazily across his thigh, his big heavy balls dangling down between his legs
to the sofa. At the end of the night, we'd strip down for our bath and
wouldn't put clothes back on again until the next morning. Liam and I would
play in the tub while dad pulled his briefs off and threw them in the
hamper. He'd stand in front the toilet and piss his heavy stream into the
bowl, which he would leave unflushed, before brushing his teeth, his hairy
ass facing me and Liam, too busy playing to notice or care.

At some point, rather than baths, we began showering with dad in the
mornings when he'd take his shower. During the first of these, as we were
all standing and soaping up, dad unleashed a torrent of piss from his cock
that splashed the tile between all our feet. Liam and I looked up at dad
grinning, who said, "Better than wasting water," with shrug of his
shoulders. With that, Liam and I both started pissing, and the three of us
spent the next minute shaking our dicks, getting piss on each other's feet,
legs, and eventually dicks when dad aimed his at my and Liam's little
cocks. We all laughed and this was a scene we were to repeat nearly every
shower we took together.

I found I had a fascination with pee, the sensation of a full bladder, the
feel of my piss on my skin. Sometimes when alone I would grab a glass from
the kitchen and bring it into the bathroom. I'd start pissing into the
glass and then lower my dick and balls into the piss, loving the feel of my
junk submerged in my hot urine.

Other times, I'd roll my scrotum up over and around my dick and start
pissing then so that it would gather around my dick and balls and
eventually cascade down around them into the toilet. I also found I liked
to let a little piss out into my briefs, especially when I had a pretty
full bladder. It felt good to let a little out, feel a patch of warmth
against my dick until able to get to the toilet.  As this occurred, it also
made me realize that both Liam and dad had a good amount of the same yellow
patches on their older underwear that I did. It made me wonder if they
liked to wet themselves a little, too. But it also inspired me to seek out
their dirty underwear to inspect a little more closely, which I would do
whenever no one was around. I'd grab a pair of dad's dirty white briefs
from the hamper, the ones I had always seen on him, knowing they were
stained, but not really giving them a second thought until now.

The first time I grabbed a pair, they were a particular old one, slightly
frayed in places, the material nearly worn through in others, and heavily
piss stained. I brought them to my face and sniffed the stains deeply,
loving that piss stench that was familiar from a toilet left unflushed
after several piss loads from dad and Liam and me. The stench sent a wave
of pleasure through my body, down my spine and into my dick, now hard as
steel in my underwear, straining against the tight fabric.

I stuck out tongue to taste the stains, sucked at the fabric, getting a
hint of the salty piss that left the mark. I did the same with Liam's dirty
underwear, but I preferred dad's. His also had a musk of sweat, the kind he
exuded by the end of the day and after working out. I grabbed dad's pair
and took it with me into my room, hiding it inside my pillowcase.

One summer, when we were nearing 10, Liam suddenly found it funny to try to
trick me into doing gross things. He'd have me taste a snack, and then tell
me I was chewing on a dog treat that I would promptly spit out and then
tackle him out of anger. We were in the tub another time, which we still
took if mom were home and dad out, and Liam stood up and said to put the
tip of his dick in my mouth, that it would taste good. I was curious just
because I knew it was naughty, and complied, putting my mouth around his
cock head, which promptly unleashed a stream of salty piss into my mouth. I
accidentally swallowed some before pulling away and spitting the rest back
out at Liam who was laughing as he sat back down into the water.

"Tasted good, didn't it?"

I immediately responded, No! when in fact I didn't hate it, and actually
that initial curiosity over Liam's dick being in my mouth as also piqued by
the thought of tasting pee again, either his, or, as the wheel's turned in
my mind, my own too.

"Nah, it's not bad," he said, standing once again, bubbly water running
down his naked body. He grabbed his dick between two fingers and pointed it
upward, at which point he began pissing again, covering his chest and belly
with the pale yellow liquid. He leaned downward and opened his mouth,
allowing his stream to enter. He stuck out his tongue, pursed his lips and
sucked, leaned in closer, every effort to get his piss into his
mouth. "See?" he asked, smiling.

He pointed his dick downward toward me and his piss stream hit me in the
face. My mouth seemed to open automatically as Liam's piss stream began to
slacken. I swallowed what I could of his salty, hot pee and decided it
wasn't so bad at all.

Liam shook his dick letting the last few drops of his piss fly everywhere.
He asked me if I had to go, and I nodded. He motioned for me to stand up,
which I did, revealing a rigid hard on, my dick poking straight up. Liam
giggled, but we'd seen each other nude before, and with boners plenty of
times.

"Go head," he said, standing in front of me.

It took me a moment but my bladder was pretty full. I usually just peed in
the tub but had been waiting til the end of the bath. My stream erupted out
of my hard dick in an arch onto Liam's chest and stomach. He smiled and
rubbed it all over himself, then took my cock between two fingers and aimed
it back toward me, soaking my abdomen. He leaned down toward my stream and
stuck out his tongue. I wanted to taste it too so I leaned over as well,
pushing my dick down so my stream was between us, and we both slurped at
the piss.

As my stream died down, Liam bent down further toward my dick and did
exactly what he dared me earlier to do: his lips wrapped around my dick
head and he began swallowing the piss directly from the tap. His mouth felt
so good on my dick and before long my stream stopped as my body reacted to
this new sensation. As it did, Liam sat back down in the tub and I joined
him.  "Cool," he said, "yours tastes as good as mine." This made me feel
proud, having pleased my older brother.

A couple years passed, as these same antics continued, though I began to
find myself interested in other men's dicks as well, always trying to catch
a glimpse of them, pissing or otherwise. I found one great place was at the
Cubs games my dad would take us too. We lived a short train ride north of
Wrigley, and would catch more than a few each season.

The first game we attended after I realized my fascination for piss, I
arrived at the ballpark with a full bladder, as I tried to do whenever
going to a public location so that I could use the bathroom and hope it was
crowded without partitions between urinals that would block my view. Once
we got our seats, I told dad I had to go pee, and found the closest one,
which had, as I remembered, long metal troughs for urinals. Men pulled out
their dicks in full view, standing side by side, as they unleashed their
piss noisily into the trough.

I found a spot with a good view and didn't have the sense to even hide the
fact that I was staring at all the many pissing cocks around me, loving the
sight and the smell as all the piss mingled in the troughs. My own dick got
fairly hard as I pissed, but I kept it pushed downward as much as possible.
A couple guys would glance at me and smile a knowing smile before glancing
back to their own dicks.

I made sure to drink as much as I could over the course of the game, and
ended up back in their three more times. Once with Liam, who dared me to
run my fingers through my stream and taste my pee, which I did, and another
time with dad, whose cock attracted not just my attention, but that of
other guys. His dick was so long and thick he held it like a garden hose.

Dad had had more than a few beers by this point, so his stream went on and
on, and standing right beside him, I was able to watch every moment. He
looked down at me at one point and grinned as he saw me watching him. His
stream was so heavy his splattered piss would at times hit my hand or legs
which had my dick hard as steel. Eventually dad squeezed out the last few
streams, and I noticed as he pulled his briefs up over his dick that piss
was still dribbling out. I noted I would have to grab that pair from the
hamper later that night.

When we'd have friends over, they'd think it was funny that we ran around
the house in our tighty whities, but eventually they'd join in and strip to
their underwear too. Usually we'd hang out in the basement since dad was
upstairs on the couch in the living room. We had our video games and movies
down there, so we'd usually just play those and drink pop from the small
fridge that was down there that had excess drinks that wouldn't fit
upstairs.

As we neared and passed 13, we'd also take some of the beer and drink
those, often having chugging contents, so that after a couple each, we were
already tipsy. It was during these times we discovered that like dad, we
were really gifted in the dick size department. Games of truth or dare
would eventually end up with things such as take out your dick and wave it
around and other such adolescent sexually curious things.

The first time it happened, Liam was 13 and I was 12. Our buddy Randall was
over and after a couple beers, he dared Liam to take out his dick and rub
it on my face. We all acted grossed out and said no but eventually with
enough cajoling gave in as long as I could do it back to him after. So Liam
pulled down his white briefs, revealing his thick six inch soft cock which
he then smacked across my cheek, laughing. Randall laughed too, but his
eyes were wide, gazing at Liam's dick. I reciprocated, pulling my nearly
equally big cock out of my briefs and hitting Liam in the fact with it,
brushing it up against his closed lips as he laughed.

"Holy shit your dicks are huge!" Randall exclaimed, looking as if he tried
not to say it but couldn't help it. We both just shrugged and Liam said,
"Your turn...to get slapped by both!" He looked at me with a devilish grin
and we both walked over to where Randall sat and slapped each side of his
face with our dicks, the three of us laughing like crazy.

The basement door opened and we stuffed our dicks back into our briefs and
pushed the beer cans behind us. Dad came walking down, his stained briefs
clinging to a giant bulge, a can of beer in hand. "Everything good down
here, boys?"

We all continued giggling but managed to say, "Yes, sir."

Dad nodded, suspicious, but with a friendly smile and went back upstairs.

"I see where you get it," Randall said, glancing down at his own briefs,
which were visibly tented.  Similar things occurred with other friends
too. Sometimes the dares resulted in them or us pissing into an empty glass
and taking a sip, or sniffing another's butthole, or licking another's
newly hairy armpit.

I continued to nurse my preoccupation with dad's dirty briefs and his
piss. When able, I would enter the bathroom after I'd just seen or heard
him taking a piss. The smell would still be heavy in the air and
inevitably, the toilet would be unflushed. I would close the door, my dick
hard in my briefs from the smell, and kneel before the toilet, bubbles from
his piss stream still fizzing. Dad was never too careful with his stream
and there would almost always be at least a few stray drops on the rim. I
would lean down, stick out my tongue and lick these up as my hand stroked
my cock. Sometimes his stream wavered too far and there would be more of a
puddle, there or on the floor. I would lick all this up and within moments
would shoot my load all over the bathroom floor, stream after stream
shooting hard and far from my dick as I tasted dad's piss, wishing I could
drink it straight from the source.

It was around then I realized I had the ability to suck my own dick,
slender enough and hung enough to get at least half my hard cock into my
wet, warm mouth. The sensation was incredible and I began spending a great
deal of time with my legs thrown back over my head, rocking my dick back
and forth into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head, inhaling the
stench of my teenage dick and balls, until I unloaded right in my mouth,
swallowing as much as I could.

I'm not sure what inspired this discovery, a line from some comedy movie I
think, but eventually I realized that not only could I drink the cum from
my dick, I could also drink my piss directly from the source. When no one
was around, I'd wait till I had a full bladder, almost ready to burst, and
lock the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet I'd bend over, wrapping my lips
around the head of my dick. It would take a moment, but with a painfully
full bladder, I'd begin unleashing my piss directly into my mouth, guzzling
down as much as I could, the rest streaming down around my dick and balls
into the toilet. Generally, I'd follow a belly full of piss with a load of
cum and be content.

Around the age of 13 and 14, Liam and I discovered that not only were our
dicks huger than most, measuring at 7 and 8 inches when hard and thick as
dad's, but we also came a great amount, and shot that cum incredibly far.

When we first started jerking off together, we'd do it in our room, each of
us on our twin bed. We jerked our cocks each night before bed, closing our
eyes and imagining whatever we were imagining, or open our eyes and watch
the other's fist wrapping tight around his thick cock, stroking like
mad. In minutes we'd cum, our ropes of hot white cum shooting over our
heads and hitting the wall behind us, then several in our faces, then
soaking our chests and bellies, then dribbling several times over our
hands, coating our dicks and balls thickly. The room would stink of our
teenage sweat, of our thick loads of spunk, and on my side at least, of the
dirty briefs I had hidden in my pillowcase.

This discovery led to nights in the basement with friends having shooting
contents. We'd lay out a dark towel and all kneel before it, our hard cocks
in our hands, stroking in rhythm until one, then the next, then next shot
their load. Either Liam or I would inevitably win, our friends sore that
both our dicks and our loads were bigger.

When I was 15 and Liam 16, he started going out with his own group of
friends, and that left me at home. Liam was a lot more social, and I was
more of a homebody. Friday and Saturday nights at this time found Dad and I
on the couch, watching some movie as dad drank beers, and I snuck one now
and again when getting up.

I started getting bolder and bolder in these situations. I would let out
squirts of piss so that my briefs were visibly darkened by patches of urine
as we sat on the couch, visible to dad. Not to be outdone, I'd occasionally
glance at dad's package and see he had done the same. He'd give me a wink
if he noticed me see and I'd smile. I wasn't sure if he thought it was all
just innocent guys being guys stuff or what, but I found it incredibly hot.

My dick would more often than not be hard as we sat there, and I would
occasionally rub it through my briefs, of after a couple beers, stick my
hand down my underwear and quietly stroke it. Dad would do the same, but
then, he always had done that while we were growing up. He'd also sit with
his dick completely out, "letting it get some air" as he had always said.

One particular night, dad had had a lot of beers and was visibly drunk. I
too had snuck quite a few and was feeling it. It was towards the end of the
night and whatever movie we had on started to get pretty adult. I noticed
dad's dick, lying on his thigh as always, began to stir and harden to its
full length. I, as a 15 year old, was already completely hard, but decided
to pull my hard cock out. Dad noticed this and began to casually stroke his
dick as it hardened. I mimicked and started jerking off slowly.

For all intents we were watching the sex scene on the TV, but were glancing
at each other as out strokes increased. I loved the way dad pulled at his
heavy balls as he stroked his dick. I did the same, bringing my fingers to
my nose from time to time, relishing in the scent of my sweaty teen ball
sweat.

Our breathing increased and we each let out small moans now and then. I
knew I would not last long, and as our pretense of watching the TV faded,
we turned slightly toward each other. There was a slight sheen of sweat on
dad's forehead and I could smell the sweat coming from his pits. With this,
my cock exploded, spurts of cum erupting and, as my cock was aimed toward
dad, shooting over his shoulder, then hitting him in his face, running down
his cheeks and into his mouth. At this moment, dad's cock started shooting
his cum and like mine, his thick ropes of hot thick cum flew toward me,
hitting me in the mouth, then chin. Our cum continued to shoot out, soaking
each other's chests and stomachs and eventually, cocks.

Our breathing slowly decreased as we each milked our cocks, squeezing the
last of our cum out. Dad chuckled and said, "Feels good, eh?" I grinned and
said, Oh yeah.

He pulled his briefs off and began wiping himself down with them, all my
cum now depositing into his already stained underwear. I followed suit and
did the same.

"Need a piss?" he asked, his words slightly slurred. I nodded and followed
him to the bathroom. He tossed his briefs into the hamper and said, "Let's
get ourselves cleaned up," as he stepped into the shower.

I followed him in and almost immediately felt his hot piss streaming out of
this still hard cock. He pointed it up toward our bodies, washing us down
in it. He leaned down into his stream, taking it into his mouth and
swallowing. I leaned down too to where his head was and did the same, both
of us lapping at his piss stream until it died down.

As it did, I began emptying my bladder, pointing my hard cock upward toward
us, covering our bodies. We did the same as before and leaned downward,
each drinking from my piss stream, relishing that hot, salty piss, until my
stream too died down.

Dad stepped out of the tub, not bothering to rinse off, and toweled our
piss off of him. "Time for bed," he said, handing me the towel. "That was
fun, champ, thanks."

Dad walked out of the bathroom toward his room. I picked his briefs up out
of the hamper, wet with my cum, and replaced them with the towel,
preferring to keep our piss on me as long as possible. Back in my room, I
lay on sheets now damp with our piss, both dad's briefs soaked with my cum,
and my briefs soaked with dad's cum covering my face. I breathed in the
scents deeply, darted my tongue out to lick at the cum, the piss, the sweat
that covered both our briefs. My cock throbbing hard gripped firmly in my
fist.

The door opened. "Conor?" It was Liam, stumbling into the room, barely able
to walk. He giggled and said something that sounded like, Why are you
eating underwear, as he staggered to his bed. He struggled to get his
clothes off, and I got up to help him, something I'd done a few times since
he started going out drinking with friends.

"Gotta piss," he said, as I pulled his shirt off over his head. I told him
to hold on and I'd take him to the bathroom, but he just kept saying the
same thing, Gotta piss, gotta piss. I unzipped his jeans and began pulling
them off, down to his knees. He lay on his back, his knees bent over the
side of the bed. His crotch already stank of piss, and I noticed a wet
patch where I could see the outline of his dickhead.

As I looked, the patch began to spread and a stream of piss broke through
the thin fabric and without thinking, I bent toward him and covered the
stream and his dick in my mouth, sucking his piss through the fabric. But I
wanted to drink it straight from his dick, suddenly, just as we'd done when
we were little in the tub. I pulled down his briefs, his stream of piss
constant, and took the head of his dick into my mouth and began swallowing.

Liam breathed gently, passed out, as his body continued pissing, his full
bladder emptying his piss into my mouth that I greedily swallowed, mouthful
after mouthful of his hot salty piss. As he began to finish, I left his
dick out of my mouth, his piss stream finishing into his bed. I finished
taking off his clothes, taking his soaked briefs to my bed where I
continued my jerking off, now with Liam's piss-stained briefs held up to my
face along with my and dad's cum-stained pairs.

As I inhaled and sucked at the fabric, my balls tightened and I shot a
second load of the night harder than ever, the first two jets hitting the
cum stained wall behind me, and then next six hitting my face, soaking all
our briefs further. As my orgasm subsided, I looked over at Liam, who had
one eye just barely opened and mumbled, "Nice shot, dude."