Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2000 16:34:43 -0500 (EST)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: The Men's Room (Part 3)

Disclaimer:

The following story deals with graphic sexual situations between
consenting gay men. If you find incest, watersports or scat to be
offensive or if you are under the age of eighteen, STOP HERE!

The Men's Room (Part 3)
By Rim4you

Chapter 1

I had flown out to California from my home in Dallas, Texas for a simple
family reunion and now, here in this run down Men's Room, tucked away in
a remote corner of the Park that I had known as a kid, I was having a
very special reunion with my brother, Chris,and my cousin, Ken.  This
was all to good to be true!

In my unexpected amazement of what was actually happening at the moment,
I had to admit that my brother was the biggest shock to my system.  Oh!
But what a pleasurable, electrifying jolt it was!

Was this really Chris, whom I adored and fantasized about for so many
years, with his ass up in the air and my arm buried practically up to
the elbow in his warm, filthy rectum?  Or was this just some fantasy
stud that enraptured my mind in a steamy jack off session, alone,
pulling on my throbbing cock with my favorite dildo shoved deep within
my hungry hole?

"Punch that fuckin' dirty ass, cuz!"

The words.  So seductive, so raspy as they echoed in the room,
transported my wandering thoughts back to the realm of absolute reality.

"Give it to me, Blake!  Fuckin' fist me dirty, little brother!  Do what
Kenny says!  Do it!  Fuckin' punch my man pussy!"

My cousin, Ken, grabbed the back of my head and forcefully pushed my
face into his warm, wet, piss soaked crotch.  With one hand on his
thigh, the other up my brother's ass, I could feel Ken's warm piss
running down his leg, around my hand, soaking the denim of his levis.

As I pressed my face deeper into Ken's steamy crotch, his golden nectar
gushed like a gurgling stream, through the material of his jeans and
splashed upon my face.  My sucking toilet mouth, like a sucker fish
attached to a shark, greedily drank the warm juice my cousin was
releasing, quenching my pig thirst.

"Fist him, Blake!  Punch your brother's shitty ass!  It's what he needs.
It's what he craves!"  Ken hissed.  "He had the hungriest whole when we
were in the Corps.  He loves having anything shoved up his hole!"

"Give it to me, little brother!"  Chris yelled, grinding his dirty hole
onto my arm.  "Don't make me beg.  Please!"

I turned my attention from Ken's wet crotch and gazed at my arm buried
within my brother's streatched asshole.  His stinking filth oozed out of
his hole clinging to the hairs on my arm.  The foul stench of of man
which reeked in this small room, intoxicated me.

Slowly, withdrawing my arm to the wrist, I paused, then plunged my arm
back into Chris' filthy hole.

"Fuck!  Fuck!"  Chris shouted.  "Fuckin' give it to me, man!  Give it to
me dirty!  Punch my motherfuckiin' ass!  Tear me up, Blake!  Fuckin'
rape my stinkin' shithole, little buddy!"

If this was what my brother wanted, I would give it to him.  Like a
locomotive engine barrelling down the tracks, I pistoned my arm in and
out of Chris' ass.
Again and again I pumped my fist, my arm in and out of Chris' asshole,
fucking him in the savage manner he desired.

"Fuck yeah!"  Chris cried out, gritting his teeth and hissing, moaning
with pleasure.

With each deep, penetrating thrust, he ground his ass hungrily and
greedily upon my arm as if it were his intention to swallow me whole
into his reeking, filthy, slop chute.

Chapter 2

The heat of the afternoon sun seemed to bake the small room.  My body
glistened with sweat which moistened the shit that clung to me,
rejuvating it and sending its acrid aroma swirling within my nostrils.

With my free hand I swirled the waste of asshole that I had earlier
harvested from the toilet over my chest and face.  Its pungent aroma
fuled my lust as I continued to bang away at my brother's putrid hole
with my fist.  With each lunge forward of my fist, Chris' hole oozed his
stinking filth which splattered onto the floor beneath us.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see my cousin, Ken, stripping out of
his wet, piss soaked levis.  I hadn't seen him in this state of
nakedness since we were nineteen-years-old!

His body was flawless and toned.  Every inch of him bulged with
masculine perfection.  The whitness of his cotton briefs screamed
against his olive skin which was covered in a light mat of hair that
glistened with beads of sweat in the August heat.

Tossing his levis aside, Ken's emerald green eyes met mine in a look of
pure lust and desire.  Their expression revealing what welled up wihin
him.  Yearning and want.  His full lips curled back in a smile as he
slowly bent down and picked up one of his grundgy sneakers and treaded
his way softly and silently towards me.

In his approach towards me, he tugged the front of his piss soaked
briefs down, freeing his mammoth sized, eleven inch cock and his hefty,
low hanging balls which swayed with every step he took.

When it came to his cock, there was no exageration.  The thick, veiny
shaft approaching me still conjured up the memory of the night Ken and I
laid a ruler up against his shaft and both of us gapsed in amazement.
Eleven inches?  My God!  And to think that I welcomed that bull cock up
my ass as often as he'd throw it my way!

Now, once more, this perfectly formed cock, its mushroom head swelling,
expanding, bobbing up and down, made its way towards me.  I sighed.

"Got a present for you, cuz!"  Ken said, in a snickering voice, as he
stood inches away from my gaping, salivating, mouth.
"It smells real good too!  If I remember correctly, Blake ..."

"Give it to me, Ken!"  I moaned, closing my eyes, Chis pausing with his
gyrations upon my fist to allow me the pleasure of savoring the moment
of my cousin's intimate reunion with me.

My cousin drew the shoestrings of his sneaker apart then pulled the
tongue forwards.  Spreading the flaps wide apart he brought his gift to
my face.  I lowered my head and pressed my face into that which my
cousin so lovingly presented to me.

"Smell it, Blake!"  Ken whispered.  "Smell it the way I remember you
doing so!"

I buried my face into the sweaty inner lining of my cousin's sneaker and
inhaled deeply.  The stench of his strong foot stink, embedded within
the moist fibers of his grundgy sneaker wafted up my nostrils.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!"  I moaned, sniffing deeply.

"Yeah!  Smell my stink, Blake!"  Ken whispered, grasping the back of my
head and pressing it deeper into his funky sneaker.  "I remember
watching you jackng off smelling my stinky sneakers!"

"Fuck!"  I moaned, as the ripe fumes swirled within my head and I
grabbed my aching, tingling cock.  Ever so slowly I yanked on my dick,
all the while huffing the stink presented to me.

"That's it, Blake!  Yeah!  Smell my funk and stroke that big dick of
yours!"

As the pungent aroma seeped deeper and deeper within my nostrils, I
removed my hand from my cock and trailed it lightly up my cousin's leg.
Reaching his briefs I clenched my fingers into the material and began to
tug downwards.

"No!  Not yet, cuz!"  Ken whispered, reaching back to take my hand in
his.  "Not yet."

"Why?"  I asked, pulling my face back and staring up at him.

"I have more to give you, Blake!"  Ken groaned, taking my hand and
placing it over the cleft of his ass.  Gazing down at my upturned face
he smiled and let drop from his mouth a clear thread of spit which
glazed my lips and my tongue snaked out to retrieve.

"Fuck!"  I groaned, as Ken pressed my palm onto his ass.  Slowly
lowering himself to a squatting position, his thick rope of spit
approaching closer and closer to my lips, my hand perceived the warm,
full, moist bulge filling the back of his briefs.

"It's all yours!" Ken whispered, as his lips brushed against mine and
his tongue darted out of his mouth to lick my lips slowly.  Sensuously.
Seductively.  As he swirled his tongue over my lips, he pressed the palm
of my hand with his up against his ass..  I could feel the warmth of his
shit as it spread out over the mounds of his ass releasing its fragrant
scent into the air.

"Kenny!  Kenny!"  I moaned, opening my mouth to receive his deep, wet,
sloppy, penetrating kiss.

I was so captured in the moment of what was happening, being sandwiched,
as it were, between my brother and my cousin.
Both men filled me with such sensations of pleasure, I knew not where to
surrender.  To Chris' hungry, filthy ass?  To Ken's deep, sultry kiss or
the warmth of his shitting hole filling his briefs?

This couldn't be happening to me.  Things like this only happened in the
raunchy novels I purchased and read.  They didn't happen in real life.
Yet, here I was on my kness between this two gorgeous, beefy, masculine
men.  Each one reeked of the stench of his body which sent me whirling
deeper and deeper into the darkest recesses of the sewer.

How could I give pleasure to both men who were giving me so much
pleasure without pitting one against the other?  Was I the ultimate
bottom to these two men who each vyed for my sexual attention, each in
their own way?

Panting heavily, his tongue scraping the inner lining of the foul, piss
encrusted bowl, Chris moaned as I slid my arm slowly from the depths of
his shitty asshole.  A disgusting, slurping sound filled the empty room
as my wrist, my knuckes, my fingers emerged from my borther's gaping
hole as his asslips quivered and he deposited upon the palm of my hand a
warm pile of his stinking shit which I slapped upon my cousin's face.

"Fuck!  Fuck!"  Ken groaned, as he welcomed his cousin Chris' reeking
filth onto his face from the palm of my hand.

"Fuckin' pig!"  I moaned, rubbing my brother's waste onto Ken's face.
"Fuckin' eat shit!  Smell like shitty asshole!"

"Fuck yeah!"  Ken sighed, mashing his face into my filthy hand.  "Make
me smell like your brother's ass!  Stink!  Dirty and raunchy!"

"Ah fuck!"  Chris yelled, dunking his head into the stale, rancid
contents of the bowl and coming up gasping for breath, the crusty,
slimey nectar dripping from his face.  "Fuckin' fartin' out my stinkin'
logs, guys!"

I welcomed each and every steamy turd that issued from my brother's
putrid hole and bought it up between mine and Ken's mouth to lick, suck
and eat.

"Mmmmmm!  Mmmmm!"  Ken moaned, with deep lust.  "Smells so fuckin'
stink, man!  Tastes so fuckin' good!  So fuckin' nasty!"

"Eat my motherfuckin' shit!"  Chris yelled.

Chapter 3

We were three men entangled within the lust and slop of sweat, piss,
shit and every foul, disgusting aroma that permeated the Men's Room.

As Chris hunkered over the filthy urinal bowl, sniffing and lapping away
at its contents like a thirsty dog, I rested my head against my
brother's smelly asscheeks staring wild eyed at my cousin, Ken, who
slowly drew himself up to his feet and began tugging his piss soaked,
shit filled briefs down.

The dirty briefs, weighted down by the heavy load of shit he'd deposited
into them, slid down to the floor.  Stepping out of them he picked them
up and in one swift movement which caught me by surprise, he yanked his
shitty briefs over my head, smothering me in his stink.  In his filth!

Finding the oriface of my mouth encased withinn the foul, disgusting
briefs, Ken shoved his cock into my mouth, sending his filth and the
rancid material into my mouth.

"Fuckin' righteous!"  Chris hollered, glancing over his shoulder seeing
cock and filthy underwear disappear within my mouth.

"Suck!  Suck, you bastard!"  Ken shouted, gagging me with his shit, his
briefs and his huge cock.

"Fuck is right!"  A voice bellowed, thundering within the room, as the
sound of a slamming door crashed, sending its echoes bouncing off the
walls.

"Ah shit!"  Chris gasped, looking over his shoulder towards the figure
looming in the doorway.

"Which one of you shitty fucks wants my cock first?"  The voice
hollered.

The hand on the cock of the man which framed  the doorway to the Men's
Room, skinned back the loose folds of his foreskin.

"Who wants my cheesey cock?"

"I do!"  Chris hollered, thrusting his dirty ass back and up in the air.
"I need it ... Dad!"

Epilouge

I'll never forget my discovery of that run down, ramshackle building
tucked deep within the woods of the Park on that hot August day.  It
took eight years before I stumbled upon its existence wondering all that
time if my cousin's tales of wild abandon was truth or fantasy.
Now I had come across its hidden secrets in a most unusual way.

Now, four years later, my cousin, Ken, and I make, as it were, a
pilgrimage to this place of our raunchy beginnings.  Within the confines
of this sewer pit of depravity, we wait in anticipation for that very
special family reunion that only those who have partcipated in such a
reunion can know with full measure the close bonds such a reunion
brings.

Yes!  Since our reunion, Ken has become my lover.  The man who has
captivated me heart and soul and too, who has introduced me to some
canine frolic ... but that's another tale to be told!

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