Date: Thu, 23 Nov 2000 17:32:25 -0500 (EST) From: Marc Subject: Free To Lust (Part 4) Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic depictions of consenting sex between men who engage in some activities that the reader may find objectionable. So, if incest, watersports and scat are offensive to you and you are under the age of eighteen, LEAVE NOW! Free To Lust (Part 4) By Rim4you Chapter Nine "Once Is Not Enough" "What a bunch of fuckin' pigs!" Dad sighed, reaching for a cigarette. "Look at us all covered in stinkin' shit! I love it!" I rolled onto my back and nuzzled my head in Dad's filthy crotch. I inhaled deeply the fragrant odor emanating from his body. "Fuckin' enjoyin' smellin' my shit aren't you, Adam?" I plucked a clump of turd dangling from his pubic hair and popped it into my mouth and moaned. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Tastes so fuckin' good too, Dad!" Brad pulled himself up alongside our Dad and started to lick the shit from Dad's hard nipples. He too moaned as he worked his lips up Dad's neck to his mouth where the two of them shared a deep, sloppy, slurping shit kiss. I looked up and watched as my brother and father sucked at each other's shit coated tongues, brown spit drooling from the corners of their mouths, rolling down their chins and dripping like brown cum onto their chests. "That's so fuckin' hot!" I gasped, reaching between my legs and shoving three fingers up my nasty hole that only a few minutes earlier, Brad was fucking with a vengence, slamming his big cock up my dirty ass for all it was worth. "Kiss your brother, Brad. Kiss Adam too." Brad leaned towards me, his face smudged with my filth, my shit. I reached up to welcome my brother and drew him into my arms. He brushed his nasty, foul smelling lips gently over mine before he eagerly pressed them firmly on mine. "That's what I like to see!" Dad exclaimed. "My boys loving each other." As Brad and I kissed deeply and passionately, Dad ran his shitty fingers through our hair. Stabbing at our chins was Dad's rising cock. It was pulsing again with renewed vigor. Brad and I broke our kiss to allow Dad's throbbing member to bob between us. Together, Brad and I kissed, licked and sucked on our father's cock. In unison our mouths slid up and down the veiny shaft that was pasty with shit. We took turns sucking his beautiful mushroom head into our mouths as Dad leaned back and moaned with pleasure. "Fuck!" Dad groaned, "that feels so fuckin' good! Suck my cock, boys! Make love to your Daddy's dirty cock! Damn! You boys are so fuckin' hot!" "We're your sons, Dad!" I whispered, licking his tastey rod, "we only want to give you pleasure. Isn't that right, Brad?" "Yes! Yes!" Brad sighed, as he sucked Dad's balls into his hungry mouth and I took Dad's cock down my greedy throat. "Ah fuck!" Dad almost hollered in lustful heat, "if only my brother, your Uncle Rich were here now! Then our family circle of love would be complete." "Fuck me, Dad!" I groaned, "Please fuck me! I wanna feel your big cock raping my asshole!" "Yeah! I wanna watch you fuck him, Dad!" Brad said, breathless. Brad released Dad's balls from his mouth and rolled onto his side. He watched as Dad got on his knees and raised my legs up. I grasped the back of my knees and pulled my legs towards my chest, exposing my dirty ass. I could feel my pucker quivering in anticipation. "Slam it in him hard, Dad, just the way you do me! Plow Adam's dirty ass!" Brad encouraged, reaching down to play with his dick. Dad reached for the brown bottle and took several deep snorts. Then he held it under each of my nostrils so I could take a deep hit. The familiar rush began to swirl within my head. "Fuck me!" I shouted, as Dad thrust his hips forward and his huge cock slammed into me to the hilt in one powerful plunge. "Ah shit!" Dad cried out, "you don't know how much I've been wanting to do this, Adam!" "Fuck him, Dad! Fuck my brother!" "Oh! I'm fuckin' his tight mancunt, Brad! Fuckin' feels so good, his nasty asslips suckin' my cock deep up his shitter! "Harder! Harder, Dad!" I yelled. Fuck my shitty man pussy! Fuck my stinkin', dirty, pig cunt! Fuck me!" Dad would alternate between slow, easy strokes, then wham! He'd pull his dick completely out of my gaping asshole and ram it back in and piston his hips like a locomotive engine roaring down the tracks. My eyes rolled in the back of my head. My mouth opened with breathless gasps. My hands twisted the shitty plastic. I couldn't believe that I was being fucked savagely by my father, the man I lusted for all these years! "Feels good dosen't it, Dad?" Brad hissed with excitement, "Adam's shithole is so fuckin' tight isn't it?" "Oh yes! It feels fuckin' great! Bring that filthy cock of yours over here, Brad, and shove it in my fuckin' mouth! I wanna suck your cock while I'm fuckin' your brother!" Brad got up from his prone position on the floor. Planting his feet on either side of my chest he rammed his cock into Dad's wide open mouth. "Yeah! That's it, you fuckin' cocksucker! Suck my stinkin' dirty dick! Suck my cock, Dad!" Dad grunted with lust as Brad fucked his mouth while he fucked my ass. Two cocks pumping into wet, dirty holes! I looked up at Brad's muscular, bubble butt. It was streaked with shit. I wanted it. I wanted my brother's ass on my face so bad while I was being fucked. "Sit on my face, Brad!" I shouted. "I wanna eat your stinkin' ass!" "Yeah? You want my dirty ass, Adam? Beg for it, big brother! Beg for my ass!" "Please Brad!" I groaned, "Please sit on my face so I can smell your stink! Please, little brother! I gotta have your nasty ass on my face!" "Fuckiin' ass bitch is what you are, Adam! You're a fuckin' butt whore!" "Yes! I am, Brad! Give me your ass now, you fuckin' little tease!" "Fuckin' just might take a shit while I'm down there too! I haven't shit yet! Want my shit too, Adam?" "Fuck yes! Shit in my toilet mouth!" "Damn! You're so fuckin' nasty, Adam! A real shit fag!" "Don't tease your brother, Brad. Give him what he wants and needs!" Dad said, pulling his mouth off of Brad's throbbing cock. "Oh, I'm gonna give him what he wants, Dad. I know what that fucker needs. He needs my stinking shit!" "Happy now, bitch?" Brad quirked, as he lowered his hairy ass onto my face. "Smell it first, fucker! Smell my fuckin' butt stink! I wanna hear you sniffin' my dirty hole, brother!" I took deep, loud breaths so Brad could hear me sucking into my lungs, his stink. Brad's vile ass stench was like a bed of roses to me! "Yeah! Smell his fuckin' dirty ass, son!" Dad said, slamming his cock in and out of me. Over and over, again and again, Dad rode my ass rough and hard. As Brad hovered his ass over my face, he grabbed his cock and started to masturbate. His hand glided easily over his slimely cock, coated with Dad's spit and my shit. He let rip a loud, slurping fart. The noxious gas filled my nostrils along with a splatter of foul, reeking fluid which ran down the sides of my nose and over my cheeks. "Just blowin' ya a kiss, big brother before ya get some of my tasty fudge! Ya like my kind of kisses?" "Yes Brad! I love the way you kiss me! Feed me, Brad! Feed me your shit!" "Feed the fuckin' pig your turds, son! His mouth is your motherfuckin' toilet! Your fuckin' personal latrine!" Brad was becoming more and more excited. His breathing became raspy and his breaths short and rapid. His hand was flying up and down his shaft furiously. I knew my brother was about to shoot another load. "Cum, Brad! Shoot your fuckin' load all over Dad while you shit in my mouth! Can you do both at the same time?" "I'll try!" Brad hissed, his hand pumping his cock. I could hear the wet, sucking sounds of cock in hand as my brother masturbated. Gazing at his asshole, his pucker blossomed open. his asslips flared and a gurggling sound came from it followed by the tip of his turd. "Shit in my mouth, Brad! I want you to cum as your turd fills my mouth!" "I want to, Adam!" Brad gasped. "I have to shit so fuckin' bad!" I could see Brad's balls tensing and drawing close to his body. I opened my mouth and watched as a thick shit log began sliding out of his asshole into my sewer mouth. "Daddy! Daddy!" Brad hollered, "I ... I'm ..." "Shoot that fuckin' ball cream, son! Shoot your fuckin' hot load on me, son, while you shit in your brother's sewer mouh!" "Aaaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhhh! Fuck!" Brad groaned, in a gutteral voice. As a fountain of his cum shot from his pisshole and arched in the air splattering on Dad's hairy chest, Brad bore down and the long, brown, turd snake slithered down filling my hungry mouth with my brother's shit. With each rope of cum that Brad shot, his hole pinched off a turd and pushed another log out of his asshole. "Eat my shit!" Brad roared, as his body bucked and heaved in orgasm. I couldn't believe how much stinking shit my brother had up his shitter! It just kept comming and comming. The firm, knotty log becomming more wet and pasty as it spilled from my mouth and slid down my cheeks. All the while, Brad's body rocked as wave after wave of his creamy spooge spewed from his cock. "Give it to me, son! Cum all over me! Yeah! Fuckin' shit in your brother's mouth!" "Oh Dad!" Brad gasped, falling forward into Dad's powerful embrace, still milking his dick, still shitting. "Daddy! Fuck!" "That's my good boy!" Dad whispered, holding Brad close, still slamming his dick into me. "You're my baby boy, Brad! I love you, son!" "Adam?" Brad sighed, breathless. "Are you okay?" "Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" I groaned, my mouth full of my brother's shit. What could I say. As Brad tumbled off of me, still pulling on his dick, he was still shitting! He crashed to the floor panting, his face smacking in a pile of shit. "Fuckin' pig!" Dad scowled, looking down at me with my mouth full of shit. "Fuckin' nasty, dirty boy!" I nodded my head and chewed on Brad's turd. Was I dreaming all of this? Was I having the best wet dream of my life? I was delirious with lust. The bittersweet taste in my mouth told me this wasn't a dream. It was all real. The reeking stench that I was smelling was too realistic to be a wet dream. I was in hog heaven! I was wallowing in the trough of shit and I loved it! Why had I denied myself this pleasure all these years? "Fuckin bitch!" Dad screamed, "fuckin' tight man pussy of yours is gonna make me fuckin' shoot! Suck my big cock with your dirty asshole, Adam!" No! I wasn't dreaming. I clamped my ass muscles around my father's cock as he lunged deeply into me and let out a loud cry. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" He hollered, at the top of his lungs. "I'm shootin' my load, son! Fuckin' spoogin' your shitty asshole, boy!" "Cum in me, Dad! Cum! I need your hot spunk blastin' deep inside of me!" "Aaaaaahhhhhh! Fuckin' dirty cunt! Fuckin' pigboy! Shit! Shit!" Dad continued to spout obscenities as his dick erupted, spewed inside of me. Still wild eyed and crazed, Dad yanked his cock out of my well fucked hole. He pushed my legs back even further and arched my back over my head. My throbbing cock was only a breath away from my shitty mouth. As I looked at my cock, pre-cum spilled from my pisshole into my open mouth. I darted my tongue out. What a surprise! What a sensation as my tongue made contact with the head of my cock! "Fuck!" Brad gasped, raising himself up and crouching on his hands and knees next to my face. I could hear, smell and feel his sewer breath on my cheeks. "Do it, Adam!" Brad encouraged. "Take your big cock in your mouth! Suck on your cock!" I strained my head forward. "Rub some shit on my dick!" I gasped. Brad swiped his ass and coated my cock with his shit. I took several deep whiffs of my stinking dick. My head was rushing with shit stink. Yes! I could and would do this. As Dad sucked on my dirty asshole, my lips wrapped around the head of my cock and I sucked. I was sucking on my own cock! "That's so fuckin' hot, Adam!" Brad whispered, in my ear. "Suck yourself, Adam! Suck on your shitty cock!" "Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" I moaned, as I swallowed the entire head of my dick into my mouth. The fact that my cock was coated with my brother's shit made me suck even harder. "Cum in your mouth, Adam!" Brad hissed. "Shoot your ball juice right into your fuckin', greedy, pig suckin' mouth! I wanna see your cock spittin' your load in your mouth!" "Brad!" I gasped, opening my mouth wide, "for you, little brother! All for you!" As Dad sucked his cum out of my asshole, my cock jerked. In an instant a stream of cum flew out of my dick into my open, waiting mouth. My thick cum hit the back of my mouth and slid down my throat. "Take your cum, brother! Swallow your cum for me!" Four times my cock spasmed sending a thick, creamy rope of sperm into my mouth. "That's so fuckin' hot, Adam!" As my orgasm subsided, the contortion of my body in this strained position sent a wave of pain throught me. "Down! Let me down!" I gasped. Dad immediately released his mouth from my asshole and gently guided my legs down. I leaned my head back into Brad's waiting arms. My body quaked in the aftermath of my orgasm. The three of us shared a deep three way kiss. Mouths clamping, tongues swirling. Searching. Probing. Our final act that night was almost like a sacred ritual of cleansing. Three times did Dad fill an enema bag and insert the nozzle into a dirty asshole. Lying on our backs, our legs raised in the air, our asses as close together as we could get them, we held each other's hands and together spewed forth the contents of our bowels. Reeking, watery filth spewed, streamed, splashed, splattered and farted out of our assholes. Together, Dad, Brad and I lay in a pool of our stench, our butt slop. We were cleansed! Chapter Ten "The Gathering" "I'm glad to hear that, Maria! I'm so glad your sister pulled through and is going home. The boys?" Dad shot Brad and I an all knowing look as we huddled together around the phone. "They're just fine!" Brad and I grinned. "Hold on a sec, dear. Let me put this contraption on speakerphone. Brad and Adam are anxious to talk to you!" "Mom! Mama!" Brad and I shouted together. "Oh! It's so good to hear your voices!" Mom said. "We miss you, Mom!" Brad shouted. "I miss you too! All of you! Hold on for a minute." "Hello!" A shaky but steady voice came over the phone. "Aunt Clare?" Brad and I hollered. "Yes! I just wanted to say thank you to my two favorite nephews." "Thank us for what, Aunt Clare?" I responded. "Oh Adam! Your Daddy told me that you and Bradley lit a candle for me at church and arranged to have a mass said for me. That was so kind and thoughful of the two of you!" "I love you Aunt Clare!" Brad burst into tears. "If I'd have lost you, who'd take me fishing? You're like a second Mama to me, Aunt Clare!" I wrapped my arms around my brother and held him close. For the first time I realised, despite his crazy antics, Brad had a tender, loving heart. "Oh Bradley! I'm not going to die anytime soon! Before you know it, you and I will be down at the ole fishing hole! Don't cry, Bradley!" Brad clung to me and sobbed. "Adam!" "Yes, Aunt Clare?" "You look after your little brother, you hear?" "Oh I will, Aunt Clare! I will!" Brad wrapped his arms around me and cried his heart out. I led him away from the phone into the livingroom. "John!" "I'm here, Maria." "Is Brad okay?" "He'll be fine, dear. Adam's with him now." "This was a close call, John. We nearly lost her." "I wish we could have all been there but at least you were there for her and that's all that matters." Dad cut the speakerphone off. "Its okay, Brad! Shhhhh! I'm here." "Don't leave me, Adam!" Brad said, raising his tear stained face up towards me. "I'm not going to leave you, Brad!" "I'm too young to know about death!" Brad sobbed, clingling to me. "Aunt Clare is going to be alright." "Is she?" "Yes Brad! She'll be just fine." "Promise, Adam?" "I can't promise you that, Brad, but from all indications ..." Brad burst into another round of tears. I held my brother and rocked him gently in my arms. God! How I loved him! A week later, Aunt Clare passed away. Brad was inconsolable. He wouldn't let me out of his sight. On the flight down to San Diego, Brad laid his head upon my chest, held my hands in his and cried softly. How my heart was breaking at my brother's pain and sorrow. I knew then that I simply didn't love my brother, Brad, but that I wan in love with him! During the funeral mass, my mind drifted back to the Abbey and when Father Aelred died. The reality of death was so simple and loving. An honor guard of two monks, round the clock kept vigil at his side. As his body was lowered into the ground, according to Cistercian rite and custom, without a casket, I reflected upon the simplicity of it all. There were no wails and cries of anquish from Father's family. The simple reality of death was so poignently displayed in our timeless, monastic ritual. Here, at Aunt Clare's funeral, the abundance of flowers, Aunt Clare lying in her casket looking healthier in death than she had been in life, only added to the brooding meloncholy. Brad got up and ran screaming and crying from the church. I quickly followed him, finding him sobbing at the base of a statue of the Virgin Mary, her hands outstreatched towards my brother's crumpled, sobbing body. "Why? Why?" Brad screamed, turning to the sculpted image of the Virgin, beating his fists on the ground. "John!" Uncle Rich, whose wife's casket lay before him, gasped. "Go to your boy!" "If anyone can help him to understand, or console him now, Rich. It's Adam!" Dad whispered. My heart sunk seeing my brother pleading, crying unto heaven and to the Virgin Mary, at the base of her statue. "Oh Brad!" I whispered, scooping him up in my arms. "Brad!" "Why do the people I love leave me, Adam? Why?" Brad cried, in torment. "Am I so bad? First you and now Aunt Clare!" "Oh no, Brad! Don't even think that! You're the kindest, sweetest person I know and my heart aches for you right now." "But why does God always call people, Adam, and take them away?" "I don't know why, Brad. It just happens." "Who's gonna take me fishing now, Adam?" At that, my heart bled. Tears rolled down my face. I understood at that momemt all that Aunt Clare meant to Brad. When I had stepped out of his life, she stepped in and became for him the big brother, the companion and friend that he lost and needed in me. "Will you teach me how to fish, Brad?" I asked, my voice choked with emotion. "If you want to, Adam. I'd like that!" The bell in the tower struck its somber peal. Brad clung to me tighter, his body convulsing with grief. "Requiem, eterna donna eis, Domini ..." The chanting of the monks rung in my ears as I held my brother. "Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord!" "Et lux perpetuat luceat eis!" I whispered, as the cortege made its way out of the church. "And may perpetual light shine upon them!" "Adam! Adam!" Brad cried out, and shook, as one peal of the bell struck for every year of Aunt Clare's life. "I'm scared, Adam! The bell!" "That is the voice of the angels, Brad, welcoming Aunt Clare into heaven." We must have looked like a strange sight to those emerging from the church. Brad and I huddled at the base of Our Lady's statue. But I didn't care. My brother needed me and that was all that mattered! "Don't leave me, Adam!" "I will never leave you again, Brad! I'm yours!" The bell continued its somber tolling. ****************************** I welcome your comments. Write to me at Rim4you@webtv.net.