Date: Thu, 14 Jun 2018 16:06:08 -0500 From: Jeff Subject: Discovering Mansmells 9 Discovering Mansmells 9 Disclaimer: This story and all others in this series are purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. It depicts acts of a homosexual nature and includes frank descriptions of raunchy sexual behavior. If you are under age or offended by this type of behavior, please do not read any further. To keep stories like these cumming, consider a contribution to Nifty. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ********************************************************************** Back in the F150, the faintest hint of Leon's fart still lingered mixing with the smell of his son's drying piss covering his cock and nut sack. They'd lost some time fucking around at the rest stop. So, hopefully they wouldn't need another pit stop the remainder of the trip north. Neither said a word the first few miles after the rest stop. Both were obviously quietly reliving the unexpected fun they'd just had. Finally, Paul broke the silence asking his dad if that was the biggest cock he'd ever seen. Leon smirked. Paulie wasn't sure if that meant "yes" or "no". But, having just pissed on his own dad's cock in a public rest stop, he felt brave enough to press his luck. "It was definitely bigger and uglier than Joe's!" said Paul. Leon nodded in agreement. "You were really working his smelly dick, dad!" No reply. Paul continued, "And Coach Ron said he though I was the pig in our family!" Paul held his breath. It was out! With one sentence, he'd all but admitted to his dad that he'd been a piss pig for Coach Ron. Leon chuckled, "Coach Ron has no room to talk, son!" More silence. Fuck! His dad was a hard nut to crack. How much did he know? The miles flew by as they made their way across the border into Canada. It wouldn't be long now before they'd be at the cabin and begin their final weekend of father/son bonding before college. Turning off the two-lane highway onto the gravel road leading to his grandfather's cabin, Paulie could feel his pulse quicken with excitement. Pulling up to the cottage, Paul's heart sank a little when he saw a couple, unfamiliar trucks parked outside. Who the fuck was intruding on his special weekend alone with his dad? Paulie asked. But Leon ignored his son, sliding out of the truck, grabbing the duffle bag of supplies and heading toward the cabin. Paulie had no choice but to grab another bag and run to catch up with his dad. As his dad opened the screen door and turned the doorknob, the old wood door creaked open. The familiar, musty smell of the summer cottage greeted the men as Leon stepped to the side letting his son walk in ahead. Paul almost jumped out of his skin as a chorus of several deep, male voices bellowed, "SURPRISE!" Paul's eyes strained to adjust as they scanned the room. The first face he could make out was Barber Joe. Further around, he could see Coach Ron standing with his arm around his best friend Karl's neck. Finally, and most shocking of all, his Grindr trick NSADaddy and the anonymous tearoom stranger were standing by the back door. Paulie turned to his dad Leon with a puzzled smile. Leon smiled back, pulling his son closer giving him a forceful, passionate kiss. "You wanted an amazing weekend to celebrate your graduation, son." "I figured, after what a nasty pig you've become or so I've been told by these fine gentlemen, we might need a few more big cocks and smelly shitholes to make that happen!" Paulie blushed as the other men chuckled in agreement. Wasting no time, Coach Ron, no stranger to barking plays at his favorite athlete, shouted for Paulie to strip. Self-conscious but compliant, Paul took off his clothes. As he slid his skid marked underwear to the floor, NSADaddy walked over. He pushed Paulie to his knees, wrapped a thick, leather dog collar around his neck clamping it in place with a pad lock. As Paul knelt naked and collared on the floor, he watched as the other men slowly stripped out of their clothes. As each hefty cock and pair of balls flopped into view, the smell of the room was filled with musky cock stink. Paul's keen nose, having been intimately close with each of them, strained to differentiate which of the smells belonged to which man. Leon walked over and leaned into his son. He said, "Congratulations on your graduation my boy and on becoming a talented pig! I'm proud of you!" He told Paulie this weekend was all about him and he'd been planning it for months. With that, NSADaddy walked back over. Turning his hairy ass toward Paulie, he blasted a huge fart in his direction declaring, "Let the games begin!" As Paulie sat marinating in the cloud of ass gas surrounding him, his benefactor turned letting loose a huge stream of the strongest, yellow piss Paul had received. The young pig opened his mouth and greedily sucked down the man's liquid waste as the other's gathered round. One by one, each of the adult men and his best friend took his aim at Paulie's mouth flooding it with acrid piss. Paul managed to drink about a half gallon of piss. His retched a little just as his own dad finished pissing for what seemed like forever down his son's throat. As the men regrouped on the other side of the cabin, Paulie could see them gathering around a pretty big box sitting on the floor. Paulie stood and walked closer to the men. As his piss-swollen eyes struggled to focus, he could better make out the box complete with a toilet seat on top framing a large hole. A doggie door style hole lined with a rubber gasket was at floor level. There was no doubt in his mind that NSADaddy had brought a new toy from his dungeon to help humiliate the graduate. Coach Ron came over grabbing Paulie by the collar and leading him to the box. Paulie looked up at his dad who gave him a quick wink. Coach Ron barked for his former student to lie on his back and stick his head through the gasket opening. Paul squirmed inside and waited for his eyes to adjust in the confined space. He couldn't seem much except for the bright light streaming from the toilet set framed opening above him. Suddenly, his dad's face appeared in the opening. Leon leaned in and said, "This is going to be harder than any final exam you've ever taken, son!" "Just relax and remember everything I've taught you. Here's a little something to help!" With that, he pulled back and Paul watched him drop something thru the opening. Almost instantly, Paul's head started to spin. His dad had dropped a popper-soaked hankie into the box with him. As the young man inhaled more and more of the mind numbing fumes, he saw Barber Joe lean into the hole and spit in his face. With that, Joe turned and framed his ass over the seat. Paulie knew that he was in for the nastiest session of his life. Six nasty, horny men were, no doubt, getting lined up to use the indoor outhouse that just happened to cover Paul's face. And since he'd just finished draining every bladder in the place, he knew the next course was going to be even more filling. Joe's hairy trench was now perfectly framed and lowering onto the hole sealing Paul into his toilet tomb. Just as the fur on his ass started tickling Paulie's nose, Joe's ass stopped on the seat. It was the perfect height for Paul to be able to dig as deep as possible with his tongue but didn't give the young pig any room to move out of the way for whatever was in store for him. The fumes from the poppered rag were becoming even more concentrated as Paul began to make out the familiar smell of manshit mixing with the drugged air he was huffing. Joe slapped the top of the box and told Paul he needed his hole wiped and farted his readiness right up Paulie's nose. Paulie immediately began flicking his tongue thru the hairy ass trench of his dad's best friend. With every lick his tongue slid deeper into the barber's shit factory. And with every lick the taste of stale shit grew stronger. Paul could tell Joe hadn't wiped his ass for at least a day. There was plenty of shit left for the pig to clean. While he couldn't see his progress, as he greedily lapped at the hairy ass, he could tell he'd cleaned just about all the leftover shit for his pal. What had seemed like such a perverted and twisted act just a few months ago now seemed perfectly natural to Paul. He truly had graduated from the school of life's lessons on hot, nasty man sex. And while he was sure he was doing a great job, the last few licks seemed just as pungent as the first. WTF! Paul slowed his licking to focus. Joe's hole which was now obviously enlarged and pouting. No sooner had the young pig realized what was happening, the turd that had been crowing in Joe's hole protruded right into Paul's open mouth. Paul's mind was clouded from the poppers but not so mach as to keep him from swallowing, as likely the first turd of many slid directly into his throat. Paulie felt as if he was an extension of the man's guts. Paul chewed as little as possible opting to swallow as much as he could straight down his gullet. Outside the box, Paul could hear his captors egging Joe on in the performance of his dooty. Just as he swallowed this last nugget of Joe's first log, another slicker, wetter bullet slid right in behind. This one, softer and easier than the first to swallow, tasted sweet like candy. Paulie was amazed something that should taste so foul actually tasted so good. He swallowed hungrily. He struggled with the thick paste of shit coating his mouth and throat but was determined to stay in the moment and savor every single mouthful from his feeders. Paul's box suddenly flooded with light. Apparently Joe's shitter was empty. And sure enough, within a few seconds the light streaming in through the hole was capped again as the next of his pals sat down to feed the pig. Paulie's stomach was distended from the massive feeding he'd endured. Each man had come well prepared, with at least a day's worth of shit, for this celebratory feeding. One by one, every man took his turn gifting the graduate with the finest logs. And once again, dad's hairy shitter was the last to cover the hole over his face. While the other men had fed him to humiliate & dominate, his father Leon's feeding was more intimate sealing the nasty bond between father and son once and for all. Four hours into their cabin get-away, Paulie had already been filled with the piss and shit of every man he'd ever intimately "known". Walking across the stage to get his diploma after 12 years of school to suddenly seemed insignificant compared to his accomplishment of the last few weeks and hours. While young Paul was turning the page on the next chapter in life, he was convinced his future was going to be filled with trying to achieve every perv fantasy his young mind could create.