Dad's Piss Fag -- Chapter 5 Disclaimer: the events depicted here bear no resemblance to the life experiences of the author, nor to those of anyone he knows. This story deals in a frank and explicit way with incest, watersports, and scat. If you are not eighteen years of age, or if such material offends you, please read no further.

The summer passed quickly, with both my father and brother abusing me on a regular basis. Of course, Chris's abuse hadn't yet gone to the level of my father's. I begged Dad to use me at the same time as Chris and maybe expand Chris's repertoire, so to speak, but he kept telling me to be patient, that it would happen eventually. While I was biding my time, another hot adventure awaited me...

Chris called me one afternoon, while I about to start making dinner.

"Dad told me to tell you that he's going out tonight. He wanted me to tell you so that you'd know not to bother fixing anything for dinner. Tony's coming over and we're gonna order a pizza. You can have some if you want. Tony's bringing over some beer.

"And don't act all faggoty in front of him. Tony's not like that. You can suck my cock some other time, but not tonight."

I hung up the phone, eager to get my eyes on Tony again. Tony was my brother's best friend from high school. They'd both gone to the same college. Tony went on a swimming scholarship. He was tanned year-round, tall and lean with lots of muscle. His dark brown hair was thick and straight. I'd seen him in his Speedos when we'd all gone swimming once. A tantalizing trail of hair led from his washboard stomach down and under the thin fabric of his very brief, blue swimsuit. I remember staring at the definition of his large cock, so clear under the wet fabric. That day, I also watched Tony's muscular arms propel him as he swam. He seemed to slice the water like a knife falling horizontally. I knew he was strong. I wanted those strong arms to hold me down. I wanted his strong hips to plunge his cock in and out of my hole. I was fourteen at the time, but I never forgot that day. I often thought about Tony when I jacked off.

When Chris and Tony came home, I came out to greet them.

"Hey, guys. What's up?"

"Hey," Tony said casually.

Chris handed me a bag. "Here's the beer. A whole case. Put in the fridge, will you?" While I was putting the beer away, Chris called up to order two large pizzas. I brought out two beers for my brother and his friend.

"Thanks, dude," Tony said as I handed him his brew. "Aren't you going to have one?"

"Can I?" I asked.

"Well, sure, buddy. There's enough to go around." With that, he smirked at me. I wasn't sure if he meant what I thought he meant, but I went quickly into the kitchen so he couldn't see my cock tenting my jeans.

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We'd all had several beers by the time the pizza arrived. We all chatted while we ate and drank even more beer. I was getting pretty drunk. Chris acted towards me like nothing had happened between us. I was glad in a way, but then again, I wanted him to tell Tony all about me. I wanted both of them to use me at once. Just thinking about it got me hard. I was sure they couldn't see it though, since I was sitting down. Once or twice I moved my hand down to my crotch for a quick rub, and I saw that Tony appeared to notice. Feeling bold because of the beer, I meet his gaze as I rubbed my cock. But not wanting Chris to notice, I brought my hand back up to the table before too long. Tony let out a little laugh.

"What's so funny, dick-wad?" Chris said. They often called each other names in a teasing sort of way.

"Just feeling the buzz from this beer. Anyone want another one?"

"I do," Chris said.

"Me too," I chimed in.

Tony looked in my eyes. "Good." Just a brief moment of sexual tension that Chris seemed oblivious to. "Three beers coming up!" With that he got up from the table to get them.

After we ate, Chris and Tony started to play video games, something I was never any good at. So I excused myself and went to my room. Dad was cool about porno, and had bought me as many magazines and movies as I wanted. I popped in a tape in the VCR and turned the sound down so that they wouldn't hear it downstairs. I plopped down on the bed and took out a Colt magazine. Seeing those giant men, with their popping muscles and hard asses made my cock swell. I could still feel the effects of the beer.

I was horny as hell, but I wasn't eager to shoot my load just yet. I thought Dad might want to have sex later, when the guys were passed out.

After an hour or so of intermittently stroking my cock, a heard a faint knock at my bedroom door. I grabbed the remote and stopped the movie as I said, "Come in." I quickly pulled the covers up.

The door opened and Tony stuck his head in. Where was the magazine? I had forgotten to put it under the covers with me. It had fallen to the floor and was partly under the bed. A tantalizing view of a muscular butt poked out from under the comforter. I wondered whether Tony would see it.

"Hey," he said casually.

"Hi," I said, trying not to sound nervous.

"Chris is passed out, and I'm bored with the video game. Can I come in?"

"Sure," I said, trying this time not to sound too enthusiastic.

Tony entered the room. He was carrying an open beer and two unopened ones.

"Want another beer?" he asked slyly.

"Sure," I said. "Don't want to lose my buzz."

Tony sauntered over and sat on the edge of the bed. He walked like someone who is horse hung and knows it. I took the beer he offered and opened it. He sat down as I sat up to take a swig.

"So, what's up?" I said nonchalantly.

"I brought over some pot, but your pussy of a brother is such as wuss that he fagged out before we smoked any. I don't like getting high by myself. You wanna smoke?" I didn't smoke pot all that often; it wasn't the sort of thing Dad condoned, but I'd done it before and enjoyed it, so I said ok. Plus, it occurred to me that Tony might be trying to get a little, get me loosed up to have some sex. There had been those couple of moments between us at dinner.

Tony pulled the joint out of his shirt pocket and stood up to get his lighter. My eyes were glued to his crotch and he fished in his pockets of his tight faded jeans. If he noticed, he didn't say anything. He lit it, took a toke, and passed it to me. He downed the rest of the open can he'd brought and indicated to me that we would use the can as an ashtray. I inhaled the thick smoke, holding it in like I had when a friend of mine taught me how to smoke it. Tony opened his other beer and took a sip before exhaling the smoke from the joint.

I passed the joint back to him. And we took turns smoking in silence. Once, when it came back around my way, Tony's fingers brushed mine and lingered. Our eyes met. The slightest suggestion of a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. Suddenly, he looked down and saw the magazine jutting out from under the bed.

"Oh, ho ho! What's this?" He leaned over to pick it up. I blushed.

"Wow, man! That dude's really built." He opened the mag and leafed through it while I took another drag off the joint. I passed it back, and he took it without looking, his gaze still fixed on the images of masculinity on the glossy pages of the magazine. When he passed the joint back to me, he spoke in that funny way pot-smokers do while holding the smoke in, as if they're trying to swallow their words so as not to let out any of the intoxicating smoke.

"You like looking at big guys like that? Does that get you horny?"

Tony seemed cool about it, so I said, "Yeah, man. That's what I like."

He held up the cover to me. The hot ass curved, inviting a tongue to lick off the sheen of sweat beading on the taut skin.

"You like that ass?"

I said that I did.

He leaned into me, almost out of breath, and said, "Open your mouth."

I opened my mouth, and he rounded his lips and exhaled his smoke in a stream, directly into my mouth. I began to inhale. This was called shot-gunning. My friend had taught me to do this too, and I found it incredibly sexy. My boner was a clearly visible mound under the covers. I held the smoke in, and Tony noticed the blue screen on the t.v.

"You were watching something when I knocked on your door?"

Feeling pretty bold by now, I grabbed the remote from under the covers and pressed play without saying anything. The screen filled with the image of a hot guy getting his ass eaten while he sucked another guy's cock. I had put in a vanilla movie, just for background. I suddenly wished I had put in a shit-tape, my collection of which was growing.

"Oh fuck!" Tony exclaimed. "That's fucking hot. You must like asses a lot, huh?"

"Yes," I admitted. "I love to suck on a nice hole." I didn't look away when his eyes met mine. Without a word, he stood up and shucked off his shoes and pants. The white briefs he was wearing showed off the contours of his ass beautifully.

Turning so that I would get the best view possible, he peeled off his underwear and tossed them negligently over his shoulder at me. There were dark, fresh skid marks on the seat. I instantly brought them to my nose and sniffed.

"Oh, you like those skid marks, huh?"

I was too busy inhaling to answer right away. The pot we'd smoked only seemed to intensify my desires. I felt a deep, burning desire to taste the source of those shit traces. My rigid cock jumped at each inhale. Tony had turned to face me and was watching with interest as I inhaled his most private of scents.

"Looks like I've got a butt freak on my hands. Do you really like smelling that? That's my shit, you know."

I met his gaze and nodded, inhaling again. I didn't know which got me higher: the pot or the smell of his raunch.

"Well, well," he said, and walked slowly to the bed. He got on, turned and stuck his butt right in my face, straddling me. "Go to it." He leaned forward a bit to expose his hole. I didn't need another invitation. I plunged right into his ass, sniffing at first. "You like smelling that ass, buddy?"

I wanted to let him know that a more sinister tone wouldn't be unwelcome, so I said, "Yeah, I'm a faggot ass-sniffer. I get off on nasty butts!"

Tony took the hint. "Yeah, that's it, smell my ass! C'mon! Smell it! Fucking faggot!"

I repositioned my nose between his taught, muscular butt cheeks and placed it right at the delectable hole. It smelled tart and musky. I inhaled deeply, taking that nasty scent into my lungs again, making it a part of me.

I could tell why he had those skid marks; he hadn't wiped at all the last time he shit. It was just too strong. I breathed in his musky air again.

"Lick it, you faggot!"

I probed his wet hole with my tongue. The taste was bitter and intoxicating. I moaned and stuck my tongue in deeper, scooping out the remnants of his last dump. He looked back at me and smirked. He knew my secret.

"I didn't wipe too good last time I shit, but it doesn't seem to bother you."

I responded by driving my tongue deeper into his raunchy hole.

"Oh yeah, faggot, eat out that stinky ass! Get a good taste of it." He rotated his hips on my face, grinding his ass onto my face. My eagerness to taste his stink was obvious. I was eating his nasty hole enthusiastically.

"If you like that taste, I bet you'd really like what's just on the other side of that hole, huh?"

Unable to speak, I nodded my agreement. My heart was beating fast, both from the pot and the sexual excitement that was growing in my mind. He continued to rub his ass on my face, leaving brown traces of his ass on my face as he did so.

"I'm not ready to shit just yet, though. In the meantime, I'm gonna fuck that faggot ass. You got any lube?"

"In the top right drawer of the dresser," I said in a momentary and reluctant removal of my face from his ass. He bounded up from the bed, got the lube and tossed it to me. "Grease up that hole, fag."

I applied some lube to my ass and inserted one, then two fingers in rapid succession. A moan escaped my lips.

"Watcha doin'? Tell me about it."

"I'm lubing up my faggot pussy so you can stick your big cock in my ass."

"Oh, you call it a pussy, do you? I like a faggot who knows his place. Now put some of that lube on my cock!"

Stepping over to me, he thrust his jutting cock at me. It was about 7.5 inches, nice and thick, veins trailing down to a thick, beautiful pubic bush of dark brown hair. His low-hanging balls had just the slightest amount of hair on them and hung almost majestically between his thighs. I rubbed the lube onto his cock; it was hot to the touch.

He moaned loudly as I kept jacking his dick. After a bit more lube, he commanded, "Ok, faggot. Get those legs in the air. I'm gonna fuck you."

I lifted my legs up and he mounted me, placing his cock head at the entrance to my hole.

"You ready?" He looked right into my eyes.

"Yes, I'm ready. Fuck my faggot cunt!" I begged.

He slid his cock into my ass steadily, not too fast, but not slowly either. It slid home and I felt my own cock grow harder. He began to piston his hips in and out. I held my legs up from behind my knees while he continued to pound his cock in my ass. I could feel his dick loosening up my shit load. A stinging slap on my ass sent shivers all over me.

"Yeah, fucking faggot! Take my cock. Fucking that nasty pig ass. You like that, don't you, bitch?"

"Oh yeah, fuck me hard. Fuck the shit out of me!"

Another slap. "Oh, I will! Your shit's getting all over my cock. It's leaking out of your asshole. You like that, I can tell. Take a good smell, fag!"

The smell assaulted my nostrils. With each thrust he drove his cock deeper into my shitty ass, and with each retraction, he pulled a little more out until my ass was farting shit all over his pelvis and my ass. He slapped my ass again.

"FUCK YEAH, BITCH! TAKE THAT FUCKING COCK!" He was shouting, but I didn't care. I hoped that Chris would wake up and come see what I really wanted from him.

"COME ON, TOILET WHORE! TAKE THAT COCK UP YOUR SHITTY HOLE!"

I began to shout in kind. "FUCK ME, MAN. TAKE THAT FAGGOT ASS. GET YOUR COCK ALL SHITTY FOR MY TOILET MOUTH!"

"OH YEAH," he continued, "I'M GONNA GET MY DICK ALL NASTY SO YOU CAN LICK IT CLEAN! THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT, ISN'T IT, SHIT EATER?"

"FUCK YEAH! MAKE ME EAT THE SHIT OFF YOUR COCK!!"

A voice came from the doorway. "What the fuck?" It was Chris.

Tony turned his head and smiled. Chris looked from me to Tony and back to me again. Tony was fucking my obviously filthy ass, I had a brown ring around my mouth from the nasty rim job I'd given him, and we were both shouting about shit. There was no mistaking what was going on. I wondered how Chris would react. He looked a little dubious while he was staring at me.

"Dude, your brother is a pig. Do you know what that means? He likes it nasty. Don't you, faggot?" he asked, looking back at me.

I nodded.

"Say it, faggot! Tell your brother what a twisted faggot you really are!" Tony ordered. My brother looked at me in disbelief.

"Yes, I'm a faggot pig. I love eating shit. I want to eat it right from the asshole. I want both of you to shit right in my faggot toilet mouth."

Tony looked at my brother. "See, when he cleaned my ass, he loved it. I could tell by how much he got into, moaning like a whore. My ass is fucking dirty. I didn't wipe last time I took a dump. I figured he'd really like it dirty. I just got that vibe from him. I knew I was coming over here, and I brought beer and some pot. I was hoping to get the chance to see if my hunch was true. Namely, that your brother is a fag and a nasty one at that. So I didn't wipe as a test. And he passed. Or failed, however you want to look at it. You don't know what the hell you've got here, buddy. Toilet pigs are hard to find, and a hell of a lot of fun to use!"

Tony removed his cock from my ass, clumpy and smeared with shit.

"Watch this," Tony said with mischief in his voice. He moved up until his nasty cock was right in my face. My brother's mouth dropped open as Tony stuck his shit-covered cock in my face and I inhaled it into my mouth.

"CLEAN YOUR SHIT OFF MY COCK, FAGGOT! THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR HAVING SUCH A NASTY FAGGOT ASS. CLEAN IT OFF GOOD, AND I MIGHT LET YOU GET A TASTE OF MY SHIT!"

I moaned and sucked on his cock, slurping off my tangy shit. Chris must have been shocked that I didn't gag. "He's done this before! You can tell. Shit, bro, I didn't know you were this fucking kinky."

Chris's cock began to tent his gym shorts. He moved his hand down and used his thick fingers to rub his dick through the fabric.

"Yeah, faggot, suck the shit off that cock! Fuck man! Clean it all up, bitch. You queer shit-lover!" This was Chris speaking. A wave of relief flooded me. I guess Chris thought that if Tony was into this, he could admit he was too. After the relief came excitement. I was going to get used by the both of them. My mind began to reel as I thought of the pleasure and abuse that was to come.

Chris quickly took off his clothes and said, "Tony, get back there and fuck his ass. I'm gonna treat him to my sweaty ass crack. We've apparently got some catching up to do."

Tony moved back down to my ass, and Chris stuck his jock ass right in my face, his legs on either side of my torso.

"Go to it, faggot! Lick my nasty shit hole."

I stuck my tongue up the familiar hole with a new purpose. My brother now knew everything, and I would eat his shit as well. I buried my face in his ass and wiggled it, like a dog with a new bone.

Tony began again, "YEAH, EAT HIS ASSHOLE, FAGGOT! GET YOUR TONGUE UP THERE AND TASTE YOUR BROTHER'S SHIT!"

Now Chris: "Fuck yeah, faggot. You didn't tell me you were like this. I shit everyday, sometimes twice. That's a lot of shit for you to eat. Let's get it started. Tease that turd out with your faggot tongue!"

Tony said, overlapping some with Chris, "FUCK YEAH, GONNA USE YOUR FAG KID BROTHER ASA A TOILET, MAN. FUCKING A. WATCH ME DICK THIS CUNT WHILE HE'S GOT HIS TOILET PAPER TONGUE UP YOUR HOT JOCK ASS!"

"Eat my fucking ass, shit pig! DO IT, GET YOUR TONGUE UP THERE AND TASTE MY JOCK STINK, FAGGOT!"

Then, a voice from the door. "Yeah, boy! Suck your brother's ass while you've got his best friend's dick in your pussy!"

"Dad!" Chris and I both said at once.