Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2000 15:52:41 -0500 (EST) From: Marc Subject: The Men's Room (Part2) 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 2) By Rim4you Chapter 1 At first there was that initial shock. Emerging from the stall naked and covered with stinking shit and seeing my brother, Chris, his clothes in a rumpled heap on the filthy floor, seated in a urinal stroking his dick which was coated in a brown sludge. Shit! Seeing my brother like that, his hand gently running up and down the length of his rigid pole, what more could I do to remedy the situation but to surrender to his obvious lust and mine. "Fuck yeah, Blake!" my brother whispered through gritted teeth, "make your big brother feel good! Fuckin' suck that dirty dick! You like the taste of my shit, man?" I nodded my head. With only groans of mounting pleasure I bobbed my head up and down Chris' tangy, stink pole. The pasty goo of my brother's shit mingled with the pre-cum his cock was oozing, filled my mouth once more with the foul tastes of the sewer. Just the thought that I was performing this filthy act upon my brother made everything all the more erotic and plunged my filthy mind deeper and deeper into the latrine! "That's it, little brother! Fuckin' feels so nice havin' your nasty lips wrapped around my dick. Suck! Suck my shitty cock, Blake! Suck it, you dirty cocksucker!" I plunged my mouth down Chris' shaft and buried my nose into his thick pubic bush which was matted with his filth. As I swallowed his cock down my greedy, hungry throat, the rank odor of his shit shot up my nostrils. My cock responded with wild jerks of its own. Chris ran his shitty fingers through my hair. Entwining his fingers in my curly locks he yanked my head back. "Open your mouth, fucker! I wanna see my shit in your mouth!" He hissed. I opened my mouth wide to afford my brother the view of my tongue coated with clumps of his shit and my teeth, no longer a pearly white but rather a dark brown. Chris leaned forward and hocked up a wad of spit and let it fly straight into my mouth. I moaned. "Oh yeah! Fuckin' toilet mouth! Fuckin' got my shit and spit in your fuckin' cocksuckin' dirty mouth, little brother!" "Yes!" I whispered, my voice raspy with lust, "I'm a fuckin' pig, Chris! I'm a shit eating pig!" I ran my tongue over my dirty lips sweeping as much of my brother's filth into my gaping mouth, savoring the foul deliciousness of his putrid waste. "Don't move, Blake. Don't move a muscle," Chris whispered. I froze. Only my heaving chest betrayed my brother's command to remain perfectly still. My heart pounded wildly in my chest anticipating Chris' next move. Whatever he wanted, no matter how disgusting or vile, I would willingly yield to. Dipping his hand into the urinal beside him, Chris cupped a pool of rancid, crusty, foul smelling piss into the palm of his hand. "Is my little brother thirsty?" "Uh-huh!" I groaned, grabbing my cock with both hands. Chris brought his hand towards my wide open mouth. With his hand hovering above my mouth, he snickered with a look of pure animal lust in his eyes. Turning his palm over he let drip into my mouth the disgusting, stale, yellow nectar. Again and again he dipped his hand into the filthy urinal and poured its contents into my mouth until my mouth, like the urinal, was filled with rank piss. "Now flush it down, little brother! Swallow that fuckin' dirty piss down your toilet throat!" I closed my eyes and swallowed. I had done this earlier but Chris didn't know that. Why was the flavor so much more robust? Was it because this time the piss was not mingled with fresh but instead totally rancid, rank and fermented, left to ripen for days, weeks, perhaps months even? In any event I welcomed it wholeheartedly because of the obvious pleasure it was giving to my brother. When I opened my eyes, Chris was standing in front of me, his huge cock inches away from my gaping mouth. In a flash his cock spewed forth his warm, golden nectar. My mouth filled with his sweet manpiss. I swallowed feeling chunks of his shit which had deposited on my tongue being swept down my throat. After each gulp I let my mouth fill up again to overflowing so I could feel my brother's warm juice running down my filthy, stinking body, before swallowing again, flushing it down my sewer throat. "Fuckin' shit eating, piss drinking little pig!" Chris moaned. "Fuckin' take all of my stinkin' manpiss, Blake! My fuckin' piss!" As the gushing stream slowed down, I lunged forward and swallowed Chris' dick once more. "Ah, fuck yeah! Suck my pissin' cock, man!" Chris hollered, his voice echoing wihin the emprty room, his hips bucking back and forth in a steady rhythym fucking my face. As my brother fucked my greedy, hungry mouth I ran my hands up the back of his muscuar legs, inching towards the warm, creamy white mounds of his full, ample butt. Chris groaned loudly as my hands caressed his voluptuous, perfectly smooth asscheeks. My hands gripped and then separated his fleshy mounds. My fingers dug into the smooth, hairless cleft which was slimed with his warm, stinking shit. "Yeah!" Chris groaned, grinding his cock down my throat, "smear that shit all over my ass, man! Fuckin' play with my dirty ass, brother! Rub that stink all over my ass!" I couldn't believe what was transpiring between my older brother and I. For years, since I was a kid, I fantasized and jacked off to what was actually taking place now. I had always idolized Chris. He was so masculine. He was one of those guys that reeked of machismo in every gesture, in every movement. His body language was all man! As a teenager I would sneak into Chris' gym bag and wrap his sweaty, stinking jockstrap over my face. His ripe musk, his personal scent always took me over the edge to an explosive ejaculation. Sometimes, as I was huffing on his smelly strap, which he rarely tossed into the laundry basket for Mom to wash, I'd take one of his grundgy sneakers and rub my cock in the sweaty shoe and cum inside of it, adding my raunch to his. Never had I dreamed that my brother would so much as cast a glance my way until today when he patted me on the butt by my rental car before I headed out. But even then I couldn't believe it. And now, here I was on my knees, naked and dirty, covered in shit, in this filthy, neglected Men's Room, with Chris' huge cock down my throat and my hands swirling his stinking filth over the mounds of his ass! I had to be dreaming the most fantastic wet dream of my entire life! Was this really happening? Was my twenty-eight year-old brother just as sleazy as I was or did my cousiin, Ken, tell him about me and my depraved desires and Chris just wanted to use me to that end? Whatever Chris' motives were I didn't care at this moment. He could use me in any way he wanted. I was his! "Yeah! Oh Yeah, Blake!" Chris moaned, snapping me from the realm of memory and fantasy back to reality. "Play with my dirty ass, man! Rub that fuckin' shit all over my ass! That's your fuckin' playground, pig! Play with my fuckin' shithole, brother! Dig for my shit! Aaaaaahhhhhh! Love what you're doin' to me, man! Fuck!" I traced my fingers around Chris' shitty asslips. I could feel his pucker, as it were, pulsing, flaring, as if breathing with life. Quivering at my touch. It was warm, moist, slimey and filthy. "Fuck! That feels so good! Don't stop!" Chris sighed, rubbing his hole against my finger. "Shove it up my ass, man! Fuckin' ram some fingers up my ass! Dig for shit, brother! My ass is full of shit! Fuckin', stinkin' shit!" As I nearly gagged on Chris' huge cock, being a little overzealous in my need to have every inch of his throbbing, dirty tool down my throat, I jabbed two fingers to the hilt up his raunchy hole, squirming and churning into the filth I felt up his ass. Yes! Chris' ass was full of shit alright! "God damn!" Chris hollered, grinding his ass hard upon my probing fingers. "Yeah, baby brother! Dig for what you want up my ass! Fuckin' dig the shit outta my slop chute!" I scraped my fingers along the inner lining of my brother's filthy rectum. I could feel his filth on the two fingers I had up his ass. In one quick movement I pulled my mouth off of his dick. I gasped as his monster cock, dripping with brown spit, bobbed up and down before me, Yanking my fingers out of his asshole I coated his cock with the sludge I'd just retrieved and once more pounced my mouth back upon his cock, slurping furiously and shoving three fingers back up his ass! "Fuckin' bitch!" Chris yelled, as my fingers sunk deep into his gaping hole. "I know what you fuckin' want! You wanna shove your fuckin' fist up my shitty ass, don't you, fucker?" I groaned with unbridled lust at the mere thought of my fist sinking into my brother's filthy ass. "I fuckin' need it too, man!" Chris hissed, lustfully. "Fuckin' need to be punched! Ya man enough to take me, little brother?" "Fuck yes!" I hollered, snapping my head back, wild eyed and crazed, driving a fourth finger up Chris' ass. "Yeah! Yeah!" Chris practically screamed, driving his hips downward forcefully as I streatched his hole further, shit oozing out of his asshole. "Fuckin' bitch! You motherfuckin' bitch!" "You like that, don't you, Chris?" I hollered, plunging my fingers deep. "You like having that marine pussy of yours streatched to the max, don't you, big brother?" "Fuck yes! Fuckin' rape that shitty man pussy, Blake! Fuckin' punch out my faggot, marine mancunt! Yeah! You heard right, little brother! I'm a fuckin', former United States Marine, butch, horny fuckin' cunt! Shove that fist up my manhole now, brother! Do it! Teach this pussy boy how to be all man! Ram that fist up my dirty ass!" I followed Chris' movements as he turned around and grabbed the urinal in front of him. He hunkered over it, thrusting his ass up high into the air. "Man! This fuckin' stinks!" Chris hollered, as he rested his head against the filthy bowl, panting. "Smell it!" I hollered back. "Get that rank, stale piss stink up your nose, Chris! Fuckin' lick that bowl!" "Ah fuck! Fuck!" Chris yelled, as he dipped his head into the rancid urinal and ran his tongue along the inner portion of the heavily stained, piss encrusted bowl. "It's so fuckin' stink, Blake! God damn! There's shit in here too, man!" "Lick it, fucker!" "But ..." "Do it!" I yelled. "Fuckin' lick that skanky piss bowl, Chris!" "Ah man! Jesus fuckin' Christ, Blake! Why ya doin' this to me? Makin' me clean out this stinkin' pisser!" "Ya want my fist up your fuckin' man pussy, don't you marine?" "Yes! Yes!" "Semper Fi, aren't you?" "Fuck yes!" Chris hollered. "I'm always fuckin' semper fi!" "Then fuckin' clean that bowl, marine!" I boomed, the echoes of my voice bouncing off the walls, as I slid my fingers out of Chris' ass, stinking shit oozing out of his hole as I buried my face into his dirty butt and lapped at his fithy asshole. "Give me what I need, Blake!" Chris almost whimpered, as his head sunk into the contents of the bowl, splashing its foul contents onto the floor. I ran my hand up and down the shitty cleft of my brother's ass, coating my hand and arm with his slimey filth. The stench of Chris' asshole swirled up my nostrils as his flaring hole blasted a wet, ripe fart which sent his anal juices splattering upon my face and chest, as I clenched my fingers together, drawing my head back and my fingers slowly inched their way up his dirty, gaping, flaring hole. "Fuck! Fuck!" Chris moaned, yanking his head from the bowl, rivulets of stale, rancid piss streaming down his face and trickling like raindrops back into the bowl. "Aaaaaahhhhhh! Yes! Yes! More! Don't stop! Keep going! You're okay ... uh ... fuck, man!" My slimey fingers inched their way, digit by digit. Knuckle by knuckle. Deeper and deeper within my brother's warm, putrid asshole. "Yes! Yes!" Chris sighed, as he bore down. "Give it to me, fucker!" My knuckles disappeared as my brother's asshole sucked, then swallowed hungrily at my hand, down to my wrist. I could feel my fingers sinking into the muck and sludge of steamy shit. Chris' shit! "Fuck!" I groaned, as Chris' greedy man pussy sucked more of my hand within. Past the wrist now. His ass muscles bearing down and sucking more and more until my arm was midway up his ass almost to the elbow. Chapter 2 "Yeah! Punch that fuckin' mancunt, Blake! Fuckin' fist that shitty ass, man!" The deep, gutteral voice resounded in the room. I jerked my head back and glanced over my shoulder towards the door. Our eyes met and gazed intently upon one another. I looked upon the towering figure framing the door. His dark green eyes seemed to penetrate me. His tufts of light brown hair, streaked with whisps of blonde seemed to glisten in the rays of the sunshine that penetrated through the windows. His muscular body dripped with sweat in the August heat. Droplets of clear liquid ran down his face to his soaked t-shirt. "Fuck that dirty ass!" he whispered. His full lips curling back into a seductive smile. The glare of the sunlight seemed to obliterate the man's face, yet the deep, masculine voice, whispering its soft obscenities, sounded all too familiar. As my eyes swept over every rippling muscle of the man, whose massive bulk enveloped the doorway to the Men's Room, my arm sunk deeper into the streatched asshole of my brother. "Fuckin' punch that man pussy!" The voice whispered, sensuously. The stranger's hand slid down his sweaty chest towards the bulge between his legs which seemed to streatch every snap of the metal buttons of his jeans. His hand groped and squeezed the instrument which snaked down his right leg. Was this the voice of the man I had so recently fucked? Could it be that he had heard the cries of lust issuing from Chris and I and had returned for something more? Chris was oblivious, as if not caring, to what was happening at the moment other than the fact of my hand, my arm penetrating his filthy hole. His groans of pleasure echoed in the room as he hungrily swallowed my arm, bearing down his full weight upon it, sighing and panting heavily. The stranger, whose voice was so familiar, yet so distant, wrapped up in my consuming lust for my brother that I was left confused with my passion and curiousity, slowly trailed his hand across his sweat soaked t-shirt. Lower and lower his hand descended, caressing himself, swirling his hand from the bulge between his legs upward to grasp a firm nipple between his fingers which jutted out from his soaked t-shirt and squeezed. Moans of pleasurable, self inflicted pain escaped his parted, full lips as he arched his back and thrust his pelvis forward. I was lost. Held captivated between my brother's aching, sucking asshole and the inviting mound of the stranger's full basket. But was he a stranger? The sweat soaked t-shirt slowly disengaged itself from the tight jeans at the waist as two hands tugged it upward and pulled it off, flinging it unto the filthy floor with a loud, slapping sound. "Fuck, yeah!" Chris groaned, as I plunged my arm deeper into his ass. My eyes riveted upon the stranger, my tongue darted out of my lips and wagged as his footsteps echoed upon the pavement, drawing nearer, closer. My mouth opened wide to receive the warmth of his steamy, sweaty crotch as he pressed it unto my face and released into my mouth a streaming fountain of his warm, golden nectar which ran down and soaked the denim material of his levis. "It's been a long time, cousin! Too long!" Ken moaned. ****************************** I welcome your comments. Write to me at Rim4you@webtv.net