Date: Tue, 15 Aug 2000 23:46:55 -0400 (EDT) From: Marc Subject: Family Friction (Part 2) Disclaimer: The following story deals with incest, watersports, scat and other fetishes. If you are under the age of eighteen, or find this kind of sexual activity offensive, STOP HERE! Family Friction (Part 2) By Rim4you 1 Standing in the dark watching Brad, Jake and Brandon engaging in raunchy sex was one thing. The darkness was like a cover, a blanket concealing me. But in the instant I snapped on the overhead light, not only was the nakedness of the three men in the living room exposed, but my own nakedness as well. "Alex!" came a unified gasp from all three men. Brad and Jake hung their heads in obvious embarassment and confusion as to what to do next. It was obvious that they had not planned on my being present at their little family reunion. At least not yet. Only Brandon gazed upon my nakedness and, I suppose, sensed my awkwardness and uncertainty, standing before him nervously clutching my underwear in my hand and sporting a raging hardon that was oozing copious amounts of pre-cum, dripping onto the floor. Brandon's emerald green eyes, sparkled like two precious gems. His full lips, tinged brown from the shit that Jake had smeared onto him, pulled back in a gentle smile. The tenderness of his gaze into my baby blue eyes gave a hint that he was searching for some clue from me as to what the next move should be. Brandon's body language showed no signs of arrogance or annoyance at my intrusion but rather a self confidence emanated from him that he was in no was ashamed or embarassed by his sexuality. "Alex," Brandon whispered. My heat was pounding wildly in my chest. I blushed, not so much from embarassment at being naked, or from the obvious effect my body had taken witnessing such an arousing trio of lusty men at play. Rather, I blushed because I had not the slightest idea of what to do next. "Hi Brandon!" I nervously stammered. "I ... I ... uh ... I'm sorry!" I swung myself around and bolted out of the living room, mounting the stairs two at a time, slamming the door to my room shut, behind me after I'd entered it. "Ah fuck!" Brad groaned. "What do I do now? I need to talk to him. But how? What do I say to him?" "Maybe we should let him sleep on this for tonight?" Jake quiered, just as confused as Brad. "He's bound to come around sooner or later." "And if he dosen't?" Brad almost sobbed. "He's my son! Why couldn't we have waited a day or two before ..." Brad's voice trailed. "I'll go talk to him, now," Brandon said. "But I should be the one to do that," Brad offered a slight protest. "It's obvious that neither you or Jake are in any stable frame of mind right now to discuss what Alex just saw right now." "And you are?" Jake asked. "Did either one of you bother to look up at him? To see the confusion on his face? How his body reacted to what he had seen but was lost as to what to do next?" "No." Jake and Brad answered truthfully. "That's my point. The two of you were so wrapped up in your own concerns that you completely disregarded Alex!" Brandon's cock slid from out of Brad's asshole. Reaching for his gym shorts, he slipped them on and headed upstairs, wondering too what he was going to say to Alex. 2 "Hey little buddy!" Brandon whispered, as he poked his head in the dark room. "Mind if I come in?" The only light penetrating the room were the shafts of moonlight coming through the window. All was still and quiet. Alex was hunched, his back against the bed, his arms clasped around his knees, his eyes staring blankly into space. "You can come in," Alex whispered, his voice seeming to come from far away. Brandon closed the door and crossed the room towards the bed. "Can I sit down on the floor next to you?" I nodded my head and Brandon sat down beside me. We sat in silence for several minutes. "I was just going downstairs to get me something to drink, Brandon. I heard noises. I didn't mean to ... to ..." "You did nothing wrong, Alex. I apologize for our lack of discretion and if what you saw offended or hurt you, Alex, I am truly sorry!" I turned to look at Brandon. His black hair was all tossled, his eyebrows crinkled with a look of deep concern. In the soft moonlight I beheld my uncle as I had never seen him before. He was somehow different now than a few minutes earlier. He was beautiful in the dim light which threw shadows among the clefts and curves of his muscular body. The fur on his chest still had droplets of sweat on them and seemed to twinkle like stars in the pale light with every breath he took. His very broad shoulders, accentuated by his sculpted chest tapered to firm, washboard stomach and slim waistline. I was mesmerized by his powerful thighs and muscular calves. But most of all I was intrigued by what lay between those powerful thighs which was obliterated from my view by the darkness that surrounded us. "I wasn't offended by what I saw, Brandon. I suppose you saw how it effected me huh?" I bowed my head, a little embarassed. "I did." "It's just that ... uh ... I didn't know what to do!" "I know you didn't." Brandon was being cautious. Not venturing to lead the conversation in any one direction, but up to me I gathered. "Brandon?" I asked, "when you were my age did you ever have these weird urges?" "What do you mean, Alex?" "I mean, and you won't laugh at me or make fun of me will you?" "Of course I won't!" "Well, like in school, at gym class, in the locker room, I ... uh ... get kinda excited by the way the locker room smells. Its like the smell turns me on and I pop a boner and then I'm too embarassed to head for the showers thinkin' the guys will make fun of me for havin' a boner." "Hmmmmm!" Brandon responded. "From what I've seen of you tonight, Alex, I don't think any of your classmates would even venture to laugh at you. On the contrary, I think they'd be jealous." "But that's not what you asked me," Brandon continued, "when I was your age and Brad was sixteen I too had similar urges. Like you, Alex, certain smells turned me on. And do you know what always got me going?" "No. What?" "I used to swipe Brad's jockstrap from the laundry basket and sniff it while I jacked off! Brad was on the football team so it was always ripe and funky." "You won't tell my Dad, Brandon, if I tell you something?" "Alex, what you say to me is just between us." "I've done the same thing too! and shot my load into his jockstrap also!" Brandon was becomming aroused. He could feel the tingling sensatons stirring within his cock as it began to swell. "You're not weird, Alex. Not by any means. You're tuning in on those things that arouse you and when you can do that at an early age, it will keep you from stumbling around in the dark when you get older. You'll know what it is you want sexually and go for it. You understand?" "Yeah," I answered. "What other smells turn you on, Brandon?" Brandon swallowed hard. His heart was thumping, not to mention his aching bull cock. "Well ... uh ... I like the smell of armpits." Now it was Brandon's turn to be put on the spot, but he figured that if his fourteen-year-old nephew was opening up to him, so could he. "I already told you about jockstraps. Then there's smelly sneakers and ... uh ..." "Stink cock!" I exclaimed. "Yeah! And grundgy sweat socks!" "That's a good one," I replied. "Funky balls!" Brandon almost sighed. "And dirty asshole?" I asked, looking deeply into his eyes. "I love the smell of dirty ass, Alex! Do you?" "I've never sniffed anyone's but my own," I answered. The conversation was turning me on and I was comfortable with Brandon. "Well ... uh ... I suppose ... that's only if you wanted to ..." "You'd let me smell your ass, Brandon?" "Only if you wanted to." "Is your ass dirty now, Brandon?" "Yes. It is." "I wanna watch you sniff your finger after you've stuck it up your asshole. Will you do that for me?" "If that's what you want me to do, Alex." "And afterwards, will you show me the bull cock? You've already seen mine." "Yes." 3 "Brandon's been up there for quite some time, Jake. Maybe I ought to go check on Alex." "If Alex didn't want Brandon's company, Brandon would have come back downstairs by now." "You think they might be? ..." "We don't know that, Brad, nor is it any of our business but isn't that what we wanted?" "Yes. But ..." "Don't underestimate your brother. He can be very persuasive and he won't do anything that Alex dosen't want him to do. You do trust Brandon with your son, don't you?" "Of course I do, Jake! You know I do. I love my brother!" "So what are we frettin' about?" Jake said, stroking his cock back to life, "for all we know they might just be sittin' there playin' cards or somethin'! On the other hand, Brandon just might be breakin' our little Alex in on the family way!" Brad looked at Jake in the eyes, then slowly romed his eyes over Jake's powerful frame. Time hadn't taken its toll on his father. Not by any means. Jake massaged his thick, eleven inch pole, still coated with his eldest son's shit. The mushroom head swelled as Jake squeezed his veiny shaft and from his rather large piss slit, pearls of pre-cum oozed. "We got some unfinished business to tend to son," Jake whispered, his hand gliding up and down the length of his cock. "Why don't you go grab us another beer. For that matter get two more for Brandon and Alex. Just leave it outside the door. Knock and leave." "Jake!" "Do it, son!" As Brad stood up from the sofa, Jake leaned forward and ran his hand over the hairy mounds of Brad's ass. Brad stood there allowing his father that pleasure. "Need to fill my bladder up," Jake whispered, caressing Brad's full, ample, muscular butt, "you've been on the road a long time. You're probably wantin' a shower by now!" With that, Jake raised his hand and delivered a powerful slap to Brad's left ass cheek. Brad bent over, and another resounding slap hit his right cheek. Followed by another. And another. "Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Brad moaned. "Yeah," Jake snarled, "I was never able to punish you with a spanking when you were a kid. You fuckin' enjoyed it to much!" "The way I disregarded my son tonight," Brad cast a lust crazed look at Jake, "I deserve to be punished! I'm still you're little boy, aren't I, Daddy?" Another powerful whack resounded in the room. "And don't you fuckin' forget it, Bradley! Now go get the beers! You fuckin' stink and need a shower! I don't know who stinks more! You or the fuckin' pigs down by the barn!" Whack! Jake smiled as he watched Brad disappear into the kitchen. Crossing the room to the trunk, Jake retrieved a ping-pong paddle. "This ought to teach the boy for shirkin' his duty to his son off onto his kid brother!" Jake chuckled to himself. Brad took four beers from the refrigerator. Taking two of them he mounted the staircase to the second floor. Pausing at the door to the guestroom, he strained to hear the mumbled voices within. Not able to detect any tangible words, Brad placed the two bottles in front of the door. Knocked and descended down the stairs. Brad heard the screen door leading to the front porch squeak and saw Jake heading outside. He grabbed their beers from the kitchen counter and followed Jake outside. 4 "What was that?" I jumped, a little panicky. "It's okay, Alex," Brandon responded, squeezing my shoulder reassuringly. "I'll get it." Brandon opened the door and peered in either direction up and down the hall. Nobody was there. Looking down he saw the two bottles of beer. He smiled, picked them up, closed the door and turned to Alex. "Still thirsty, nephew?" Alex beamed. "Seems like room service just arrived!" "Can I, Brandon?" I gasped. "I see two guys in this room. You and me. Obviously one of these brews has your name on it!" "But between you and me, Alex," Brandon chuckled, as he sat back down beside me and handed me my beer, "I think this is a peace offering from the guys downstairs!" "You mean a piss offering, don't you?" "You're catching on quite well there, buddy!" Brandon replied, putting his arm around my shoulder. "Drink up!" As we drank our beers, I could feel my young body stirring. The closeness of my uncle, his arm draped over my shoulder, his fingers brushing gently over my sensitive nipples, the muskiness of his scent, laced with his previous encounter with asshole, caused my boy-cock, all seven inches of it, to swell and rise until it came to rest on my flat stomach. Brandon glanced down at my cock and smiled approvingly as he took another swallow of his beer. "Will you still do what I asked you to, Brandon?" I asked, boldly running my fingers along the length of my hard dick. "Yes," Brandon whispered, tweaking my nipple with his thumb and finger. "If that's what you want me to do, Alex." "It is. For now." "Come with me," Brandon said, standing up then leaning to offer his hand to me. I grasped his hand and felt his powerful grip gently raise me to my feet. "Where are we going, Brandon?" "To my room." Naked, I follwed Brandon out of the guestroom and down to the far end of the hall. Brandon's bedroom was rather large. Against one wall was a king sized bed and the opposite wall was completely mirrored. He had his own bathroom which had a large shower stall. Peculiar to this bathroom was that it only had a urinal in it and no ordinary urinal at that. Oh, it looked like a normal urinal, but upon closer inspection, where the drain was, was a large hole, with a pipe leading down and no water flow. "Rather nifty, isn't it?" Brandon smirked, watching my surprise. "There's a plug that fits over the drain." As I approached Brandon's specially crafted urinal, I could see that the white of the porcelin was heavily stained in a golden color. The aroma coming from the urinal was very pungent. An aroma of piss. Stale, strong piss. And shit. As my nostrils took in the stench, my boy-cock jerked its appreciation to the scent that it, and I, found arousing. "But how do you flush it?" I asked, a little awkwardly. "You don't," Brandon smiled. "But where does the piss and shit go?" I pressed for an answer. "You'll see!" was Brandon's answer, flicking his tongue over his still brown tinged lips. "But that's not what you came here to see, at least for right now." Brandon led me back into the bedroom and guided me onto his bed. I climbed onto the bed and reclined on my side. "About ready for another brew, Alex?" "Sure." Brandon disappeared into what I took to be a walk in closet. Surprisingly he emerged with two cold beers. "Huh?" A puzzled look streatching across my face. "Oh! I have one of those small refrigerators in the closet. Saves me the trouble of having to walk all the way downstairs to the kitchen every time I want a beer or somethin'." "Jeez!" I replied, "you sure do have a unique setup." Brandon handed me my beer and then walked over to the lightswitch and dimmed the lighting in the room. He took a deep swallow from his beer then sat the bottle down on the nightstand and climbed onto the bed. He took a position at the foot of the bed, kneeling, with his back towards me. He slid his hands down to the waistband of his gym shorts and slowly tugged the back portion of his shorts down over the muscular mounds of his ass. I placed my beer bottle on the nightstand. I was feeling a slight glow of light-headedness as I reached for my cock to stroke it. From what I could clearly see, the mounds of Brandon's ass was covered lightly with hair. His ass trench, however, was a forest of black hair. It made his ass crack stand out against the creamy whitness of his voluptuous, well mounded butt. Seductively, Brandon lowered himself towards the bed. As he did so, his ass cheeks spread apart. He leaned forward to give me the best possible view of his gorgeous ass. Then ever so slowly, Brandon reached behind him and caressed his ass with his hand. Swirling his hand over each cheek, fondling each mound with a gentle touch. Starting at the top of his trench, Brandon slowly worked his fingers into the forest of jet black hair, inching his way to his asshole. "Oh baby!" Brandon moaned, "you got me feelin' so nasty with what you are having me do!" "Stick your finger up your ass, Brandon, then smell your finger!" "All the way up my ass, Alex?" "Yes! All the way." As Brandon's finger found his pucker, he groaned loudly. "It's so fuckin' hot and moist back here! The way a stinkin' dirty ass should be!" Brandon sunk his finger deep into his asshole. He gyrated his butt down onto his finger. Grinding. Churning. "Now look at me and smell your finger. Smell your ass!" Brandon turned his head back towards me and gazed deeply into my eyes. He withdrew his finger from his butt hole. It was coated heavily in a thick, gooey brown sludge. Bringing his dirty finger under his nose he inhaled deeply. "Oh fuck yeah!" Brandon moaned, "smells so fuckin' good, Alex. So stink. So dirty. So nasty. Good enough to eat!" "Suck your finger, Brandon. Suck the shit off of your finger. Do it slow." Brandon brought his filthy finger to his full lips and, just as I had asked, slowly inched his into his mouth. Brandon's shit spread out over his lips as he seductively fucked his mouth with his filthy digit, all for my pleasure, and it was obvious that he was enjoying what he was doing. Entranced, I crawled towards the edge of the bed to be closer to Brandon. He continued his slow sucking. His spit, brown in color, dripped from his lower lip and fell onto his chin. Upon reaching him, I lowered my head towards his. My face within inches of his. I could smell the heady aroma of his asshole on his finger. I could see his shit. On his finger. On his lips. I could hear his moans and the long drawn out breaths he took to savor his scent. Placing my hand on his hairy chest, I could feel his heart pounding. "Kiss me, Uncle Brandon," I whispered in a husky voice. "Alex?" "Yes! Kiss me! I want your stink lips on mine!" Brandon slid his finger from his mouth. In that moment, all of my boyhood lust swelled within me and I pressed my lips against Brandon's. His lips felt so warm against mine. The scent upon his lips drove me on, a feeling, an urge, so powerful was drawing me to go further. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and began sucking Brandon's full, sensuous lips into my mouth. The taste that filled my mouth, the bittersweet flavor that I knew to be Brandon's shit, did not repulse me in the least bit. I welcomed it. I savored it. I lusted for it. "More, please!" I groaned. Brandon returned my kiss with an equal passion. He worked his tongue into the cavity of my mouth. The sensation that his tongue gave to my mouth, and the fact that together we had tasted shit, his shit, sent a wave of tingles up and down my spine. The eroticism of our kiss streatched far beyond any of my wildest masturbation fantasies. Once more, Brandon returned his finger to his pucker and probed the murky depths. When he withdrew his finger this time, he held his fragrant finger under my nose. "That's it Alex! Smell my fuckin' ass slop! Smell my stink!" Brandon rubbed his shitty finger against the smooth skin under my nose and coated my lips with his filth. "Fuck yes! Yes!" I yelped, as I flicked my tongue over my dirty lips. "You like the taste of my shit, don't you, Alex?" "Yes! Oh fuck, yes!" "Gonna turn you into a real fuckin' shit pig, just like me!" In a flash, I sucked Brandon's finger into my mouth sucking furiously. My head bobbed up and down on his stinking digit as though I were sucking cock. "More!" I gasped, pulling my mouth off of his finger. "You're an insatiable little pig aren't you?" "Give me more, Brandon!" "Why don't you just trek on down to the lower field and root for yourself? It's all yours, Alex. Whatever you want and as much as you want. When you say stop, I'll stop. Can I slip these shorts of mine off now?" "No! It's not time for the bull cock yet!" "Fuck, Alex! You're gettin' me all tanked up! I'm not sure how much more of this I can take without poppin' a nut!" Before Brandon could utter another word, I practically pounced on his steamy, sweaty ass. I could feel his heat. I could smell his stench. I could see his rosey pucker breathing as it were, the black hairs around his hole, slimy with shit. I sucked greedily and hungrily at his gaping hole, pushing my tongue as deeply as I could into it. Then I felt with the tip of my tongue what I was searching for. What I was lusting for. "You keep tongue fuckin' my ass like that, Alex, and I know I'll shit!" I drove my tongue in deeper, feeling the hot turd up Brandon's shit chute. Slowly, Brandon pushed and as I leaned my head back, his anal ring began to blossom and about an inch of a thick, pungent, brown log emerged. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked. It's slime coated my mouth and I groaned loudly. "Ah fuck, baby!" Brandon hissed, "you're makin' me feel so god-damn good!" I pulled my mouth off of Brandon's turd. I grunted with pleasure and wanton lust. "Shit on me, Brandon. Fuckin' dump on me man! On my chest, now!" Brandon was too far gone in his sewer lust to care that we were on his bed and that I wanted him to shit on me. He offered no resistence. He offered no refusal. "Here it comes, pig," Brandon hollered, "I'm gonna fuckin' ..." "Shit on me!" With those words, Brandon's asshole flared open and a steamy pile of shit, a monster dump that he must have been saving up, was heaped upon my heaving, sighing chest. I looked down at the fragrant pile of shit on my chest and sniffed happily. My cock responded by jerking and thrashing about wildly on its own. "Now show me the bull cock! Straddle my chest and show it to me." Brandon lurched upwards, yanking and tugging at his shorts to rid himself of them and free his aching dick. Flinging his shorts on the floor, Brandon swung around to face me and straddled my chest. His hairy ass made contact with his warm shit pile on my chest and the bul cock rose magnificently before my wide, adoring eyes. "Bull cock!" I gasped loudly. It was the biggest dick I had ever seen. It was bullet shaped with a big mushroom head. Thick and veiny. "Are you satisfied now, Alex?" "Fuck!" I moaned. "It's so fuckin' beatiful. Just like you!" Brandon smiled and ground his ass in his pile of shit. I reached up behind him and touched his shitty ass. Scraping a good amount of his shit onto my hand, I grabbed my cock and coated my shaft with the warm, stinking sludge. Brandon, likewise did the same. The smell and feel of shit was driving us into a frenzy. We began to jack our dirty dicks. "This is so intense, Alex," Brandon sighed, "I'm gonna pop my nut any moment now and I haven't even begun to do the things with you that I want to." "I'm gettin' real close to, Brandon. I want your shitty bull cock in my mouth when you cum!" "Ah fuck, baby! I'm just about there. I'm gonna ..." I opened my mouth wide and wrapped my lips around Brandon's swollen cock head, covered in shit. "Fuckin' shit!" Brandon yelled, as his body heaved and spewed his hot seed into my mouth. Blast after blast hit the back of my throat, Thick ropes of his man cum slithered down my throat. I savored this raunchy deliciousness of shit, saliva and cum. I surrendered to it grunting and groaning. When I let Brandon's cock slip from my mouth, one final blast of his sperm splattered on my chin. My body arched upwards and tensed. Sensing that I was about to shoot my load, Brandon swung himsel around and sucked all of my cock into his mouth, his filthy, stinking ass trench staring at me. I lunged towards his ass and buried my face into his shitty trench. At the very same moment, my cock erupted in Brandon's mouth. I had never had such an explosive ejaculation in my life. My entire body shook and trembled. "Fuckin' sweet boy-cum!" Brandon sighed, pulling his mouth of my cock, licking my shaft. "fuckin' sweet dirty boy-cock!" My head fell back onto the bed. I was delirious. I brought my hands up to my face and smeared Brandon's shit all over my face and neck. Brandon looked back at me. Our eyes met and we smiled at one another contentedly. ****************************** I welcome your comments. Write to me at Rim4you@webtv.net