Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2001 14:41:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: Nasty Stroking (Raunch, Scat, Watersports)

Disclaimer:

The following story deals with subject matter that may be objectionable
to some readers.  Therefore, if raunch, scat and watersports are
offensive to you or if you are under the age of eighteen, STOP HERE!

Nasty Stroking
by Rim4you

Prologue

When I was around fifteen years old I learned that a morning piss-hardon
had its advantages.  It served two purposes.  One, that it gave me a
good excuse to start off my day with an enjoyable jack off session and
two, as my thoughts turned more and more upon how I could get more and
more depraved sexually, it afforded me the chance, under the pretext of
taking a morning shower and thus not drawing any suspicion, of taking a
special kind of shower.

I looked forward to waking up each morning to my rock hard cock leaking
its juices, which I'd scoop up on my fingertips and taste, to that ache
in my groin to pop my nut and send a geyser of cum, followed by a warm
stream of piss, flying high in the air and raining down on me as I lay
in the bathtub.

On many such occassions, my golden showers served as my only shower of
the day.  The mere thought that my strong, morning piss, was drying on
my body, fermenting with my perspiration, kept my dick tingling all day
long.

Chapter 1

The day began as any other.  The warm rays of the rising sun dappled
upon my face as I rolled over to hit the snooze button on my alarm clock
and felt beneath me, my morning boner and the need to piss, greeting me.

Somewhere between that ache in my groin and the tingling sensation I
perceived as I rubbed my cock against the mattress, I sighed.  Partly
because my cock was telling me that what I was doing felt good and, on
the other hand, anticipating that warm spray of rank piss splashing upon
my body.  Too, it was the last day of school and the beginning of summer
vacation.

"Wake up, sleepy head!"  My seventeen year old brother, Zack, hollered,
flinging open my bedroom door.

"Don't you ever knock?"  I asked, in a voice mingled with grogginess,
lust and tinged with anger, as I rolled onto my back and flung my arm
over my eyes to shield them from the sun's rays filtering through the
window.  "I'm awake, Zack!"

"Yeah, you're up all right, Ronnie!"  Zack replied.  "Jesus Christ!
Just what I wanted to see first thing in the morning!"

I shot my brother an evil glance to behold the glint of disgust in his
eyes.

"What are you staring at?"  I snapped.

Zack was okay as far as big brothers went.  At six feet, two inches
tall, he was strapping and beefy.  I admired the way he kept himself in
tip-top shape but like all little brothers, I didn't much like it when
he used his brute strength against me, although I have to admit, he
always took up for me when the occassion arose.

"What are you all boned up for?"  Zack asked, sarcastically.

I glanced down at my hardon resting against my stomach.  Sliding my hand
down I wrapped my fingers around the thick shaft.  Grasping my cock I
pulled it away from my stomach and shook it at my brother.

"See something you like, Zack?"  I asked, with a chuckle.

"Oh please!"  Zack responded, yanking down the front of his briefs and
exposing his semi-erect, long, thick tool.  "I can match you inch per
inch!"

"Oh yeah?"  I said, tauntingly waving my dick.

I felt sure that Zack would back off, hike up his briefs and leave.
Leaving me to indulge in my morning ritual.  Only this time he didn't.
With a funny grin on his face, Zack stepped into my room and closed the
door behind him.

He stood there, several feet away from me and tugged the front of his
briefs further down under his rather large, hairy balls.  Then grasping
his dick at mid shaft, he began pulling on his meat.

I was instantly intrigued at the sudden turn of events wondering what
Zack had in mind, if anything at all.  Perhaps it was just a ploy on his
part to see what I would do.  Get me just to that edge to where I'd make
a move and then he'd bolt out of my room laughing and hollering.

I rolled onto my side and raising one leg, bent it at the knee so that
my equally hefty balls fell forward.  Zack smiled and nodded what seemed
to be, approval, as he continued to stroke his rising cock.

Gazing up at my brother, I took in every curve of Zack's muscular body.
>From his handsome face with those piercing green eyes to his full lips
drawn back in a seductive grin.  To his broad shoulders and the way his
long, thick brown hair tumbled and spred out over them.  I gawked at his
firm pecs and his erect, quarter sized nipples.  His hairy chest tapered
down, v-shaped, to his taut stomach and the forest of hair that swirled
around his cock.  His beefy thighs reminded me of the many times I had
been wrestled into position between them and could smell the heady aroma
of his sweaty loins.

A feeling so strange was taking hold of me.  A feeling that was
something outside of the realm of brotherly affection.  A feeling of
perverse desire and lust for my brother, Zack.

"Nice!  Real nice!"  Zack whispered, swiping his tongue over his full
lips.  "Play with that big cock of yours, Ronnie!"

I clasped my hand more firmly around my shaft and stroked, taking
delight in masturbating in front of my brother, feeling the sticky fluid
of my pre-cum ooze from my pisshole and that ever present ache to take a
much needed piss, kept my dick rock hard.

"You like jackin' with your big brother, Ronnie?"

I could only nod my head as I watched my brother, stroking his ever
rising, mammoth tool, approach me.  He stopped, with his cock just
inches from my face, hovering above me.  I sighed as I stared at the
flaring, mushroom head of his dick; at his rather large piss slit which
brimmed over and then doled out a large, pearldrop of cock juice which
fell, in a slimey thread, onto the tip of my nose and rolled down, ever
so slowly, onto my lips.

"I knew you were a fuckin' cock pig, bro!"  Zack whispered, as he milked
his dick of its clear, sticky fluid, rubbing his cockhead gently over my
pursed lips.

"Zack!"  I sighed, kissing the head of his dick and flicking my tongue,
like a snake, over his pisshole and sweeping into my mouth the salty
nectar he squeezed from his cock.

"You're just as much of a cock pig for doing this to me, Zack."  I
moaned, parting my lips and taking the head of his dick into my
salivating mouth.

I swirled my tongue over Zack's dickhead, paying particular attention to
the sensitive area on the underside of his dick.  At this my brother
groaned.  His knees seemed to buckle and pressed against the edge of the
mattress.  The shift in his body weight caused more of his cock to sink
into my mouth.  Zack's thick, veiny shaft, streatched my mouth wide open
and I almost gagged at the sudden intrusion.

"Suck!  Suck my cock!"  Zack hissed, entwining his fingers through my
wavy hair, imprisoning me.  Disabling me to all else but to drool and
gag and suck as he slowly pistoned his massive cock in and out of my
slurping mouth.

Unable to do anything else except stroke my own aching, throbbing,
oozing dick, I bobbed my head up and down Zack's turgid shaft, gagging
when the head of his cock hit the back of my throat sending a stream of
my spit and his cock juice seeping out of the corners of my mouth and
rolling over my chin, onto my chest.

"Feels fuckin' good, little brother!  Suck!  Suck!  Suck my dick!"

I suctioned my lips around Zack's tool and sucked hard.  My nostrils
flared.  As I drew into my nose every breath of air I could, I could
smell the heady, sweaty aroma of my brother's crotch.  I moaned deeper
as my nostrils filled with the tangy, masculine scent of my big brother.

"You like suckin' my dick, don't you, Ronnie?  Fuckin' makin' your cock
rock hard, isn't it?"

"Yes!"  I managed to choke out a response, my hand flying up and down my
throbbing cock.

"How's it smell down there?"  Zack hissed.

"Funky!"  I gasped, between slurps.

"Like that, huh?  Turn you on?"

"Uh-huh!"  I moaned, my lips and mouth locked upon his dick. sucking
furiously.

Reaching up, I slid one hand along the back of his beefy thigh.  I
inched my way up and over the ample mounds of his ass and caressed his
butt.

"Aw fuck!"  Zack groaned, bucking his ass back.  "Play with that ass,
bro!"

I tucked my fingers into the waistband of the back of Zack's briefs and
forcefully yanked downward, exposing his creamy white, hairy buttcheeks.

"Fuck!  Fuck!"  Zack sighed, driving his dick deep down my throat and
grinding his butt against the palm of my hand.  "Suck that dick!  Play
with that ass, man!"

Starting at the top, I began to trail my fingers into the hairy, damp,
sweaty crevice of my brother's buttcrack.

"Oh yeah!"  Zack moaned, parting his legs further apart and leaning over
me, rolled me onto my back, thus spreading his asscheeks further apart.
"Play with that stinky butt, Ronnie!"

Deeper and deeper into Zack's trench did I drag my fingers, pausing
every now and then to tug at his ass hairs.

"Fuck yeah!"  Zack whispered, gritting his teeth and hissing.  "Feels
good, little brother.  Fucking real good."

As I slurped hungrily on Zack's cock, burying my face into his funky
crotch hair, I toyed with his puckering, moist asshole.  It felt so damp
and slimey to the touch.  It made me wonder if my brother's personal
hygine was lacking.

"Aw shit!"  Zack hissed, pumping his cock deep down my now relaxed
throat.  "The pig's found my stink, dirty hole!"

"Mmmmmm!"  I moaned, as I savored Zack's tastey cock juices and swirled
my fingers over his hairy asshole which seemed to be getting more and
more moist and slimey the more I played with it.

"Finger my sloppy cunt, man!  Stick your finger up my stink, dirty
hole!"

As I swallowed Zack's dick and felt his balls against my chin, I swirled
my fingers over his puckering rosebud before slipping a digit into his
warm anal cavity.

"Aaarrrggghhh!"  Zack moaned, in a deep, gutteral voice.  "Fuck!"

He seemed to welcome my penetrating finger by clamping his asslips
around it and sucking it.  To me, his asshole seemed to be breathing,
slurping and licking at my finger and at the same time I could feel, as
it were, a burst of warm air issuing from his hole, follwed by a wet
spray hitting the palm of my hand and something warm and liquidy running
down my wrist.

It didn't take long before a foul stench swirled rippled through the air
and Zack sighed as if relieved.  Gazing upwards I could see an
expression of intense lust upon my borther's face.  His eyes were mere
slits and his mouth gaped open revealing the shimmer of his white teeth
as he darted his tongue over his lips.

Clamping his asslips around my finger, as he fed me with his cock, so
too did his asshole seem to want to feed upon my probing digit.

"More!  More!"  Zack moaned, heaving his body onto the bed, his strong
thighs straddling my chest and his gaping asshole bucking and sucking at
my finger.

Withdrawing my finger I rubbed it against my other fingers feeling a
slimey residue coat my fingers.  Reaching behind him, Zack curled his
fingers around my rigid shaft and began masturbating me.

I quivered at my brother's firm, yet gentle touch as his hand glided up
and down my rock hard, leaking cock.  The weight of Zack's body pressing
against mine did nothing to alleviate my urgent need to piss.

"Don't stop playing with my shithole, Ronnie!"  Zack gasped, clamping
his thighs against me and grinding his ass onto my stomach, the pressure
of which making my need to piss all the more difficult to hold back.

I could feel an almost burning sensation well up stopping short at my
pisshole as I constrained my now aching groin muscles.  If Zack didn't
settle down, I was sure to piss in my bed.

Straightening out two fingers, I thrust them up Zack's rectum.  Gasping
out loud, he threw his head back and up.  His long hair grazed the
uppermost cleft of his buttcrack and passed through my fingers as I
drove them up his hungry hole.  He arched his back thereby thrusting his
ass back to receive my penetrating digits.

With my mouth filled with my brother's cock, I slammed my fingers upward
and to the hilt up Zack's asshole.  His body trembled and his face
contorted in pain which ebbed away into an expression of pure wanton
lust as he impaled himself upon my fingers.

"Aw, fuck me!  Fuck me, bro!"  Zack groaned, bucking his ass and pulling
on my dick hard.

As I probed my brother's warm cavern, I could feel his filth churning,
swirling around my fingers.  I could feel the tip of a firm turd and as
I probed deeper, I could feel my fingers sinking into a softer, creamier
sludge.

Sucking even harder on Zack's dick, I wriggled a third finger up his
gaping, hungry hole.

"Shit yeah!"  Zack moaned.  "Streatch that dirty cunt, little brother.
Can you feel my morning dump up there?  Can you smell it?"

"Uh-huh!"  I groaned, spit drooling from my mouth as I sucked Zack's
dick greedily and noisily and finger fucked his hole.

"Fuck me, pig!"  Zack sighed.  "Rape my fucking, stink cunt!  Shove
another finger up my sloppy pussy!"

Obligingly, I wriggled my fouth finger, my baby finger up Zack's hungry
cunt.

"Fuckin' shit hungry pig!"  Zack hissed, through gritted teeth.
"Fuckin' feels good, man!  Punch that dirty shithole!  Give it to me,
man!  Fuckin' shove your fist up my ass!"

Curling my fingers together, a slimey sludge farted out of Zack's
butthole  coating my fingers, I nudged my hand upwards towards Zack's
gaping hole.  My nostrils filled with the stench of noxious farts and
shit as inch by inch, my hand began to disappear up my brother's
farting, shitting hole.

The warm, pasty, smelly goo oozed out of his swollen, puckering asshole
as I felt my knuckles streatch wide the gaping hole and the filthy,
reeking slime, slide down my arm.

"Shove that fist up my stinking cunt!"  Zack almost hollered.  "That's
your playground, motherfucker!  Dig for my shit, man!  Fuckin' fist the
shit out of me!"

"Aw fuck!"  I sighed, as Zack yanked on my dick and his shitty asshole
sucked at my hand, past the knuckles, down to my wrist.

"Fuck my nasty, pig cunt, man!  Shove that fist up my dirty, stink
pussy, bro!  Give it to me!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck my stinking whore cunt!
Fuck your big brother dirty, man!"

As Zack drove his cock deep into my hungry, sucking mouth, so too did I
plunge my fist deep up his filthy, anal cavity.  As my fist emerged from
his swollen, fucked hole, dripping with his stinking filth, Zack's grip
tightened all the more around my aching dick.

As Zack's reeking sludge oozed from his gaping hole and splattered onto
my stomach, the weight of his body on mine, his ass bucking upon my hand
which in turn pounded upon my stomach, caused an almost unbearable
pressure.  I had to piss.  I had to piss bad.

Chapter 2

The first spurts seemed to trickle from my pisshole.  Tears welled up in
my eyes as the need to piss swelled within my groin and the ever present
pounding of Zack's cock down my throat was relentless.

Zack released his grip on my dick as I took a deep plunge with my fist
up his ass, causing him to raise up.  Easing the pressure on my stomach,
my cock erupted, sending a fountain of piss splashing onto his back.

"Don't let that go to waste, man!"  Zack cried out, grabbing my pissing
cock and airming it towards his fist filled hole, he hunkered down and
grunting with pain and pleasure, began easing my dick, alongside my
hand, up his greedy asshole.

"Yeah, fucker!"  Zack panted, his hungry hole swallowing my rock hard,
pissing cock, "piss up my shitty asshole!  Wrap your fingers around your
pissing cock and jack off up my filthy pig cunt!  Shoot a piss enema up
my stink pussy!"

"Fuck!"  I gasped, panting for breath, yanking my mouth off of Zack's
dick, only to have his hairy nutsack fill my mouth.

"Yeah.  Suck on those balls, fucker!  Clean 'em off, man!  All that shit
oozin' out of my fucked cunt has made 'em stink and dirty, Ronnie!  Suck
'em!  Suck my stink, nasty balls!"

A disgusting taste filled my mouth.  I recognized it, by its stench, to
be the taste of asshole.  Raw, shitty asshole.  I wanted to gag but
found myself being turned on more and more to the stink aroma and the
funky flavor filling my mouth.  My teeth gently scraped Zack's nuts and
the soft morsel I perceived, I knew to be a clump of his shit swirling
within my mouth.

"Fuckin' got shit in your mouth, huh?  I know you like it, Ronnie.  I
can feel your rock hard cock pissin' up my ass.  The taste of my
stinking shit makes your dick real hard,"

I could feel clumps of Zack's turd squeezing through my teeth as I
sucked on his balls.  The taste was bitter but palatable and the mere
thought that I had my brother's ass slop in my mouth, only served to
turn me on more and more.

I thought about all the times I had walked into the bathroom after my
brother had taken a dump and I was able to smell his raw stink.  Now, I
not only had that ripe aroma up my nose, but was tasting it as well.
Not to mention that my hand and cock was feeling his filth, as I pissed
and jacked off up his ass.

"Fuck!"  I moaned.  Sucking Zack's balls and tasting his stink.  "I'm
gonna ..."

"Cum up my dirty shithole, man!"  Zack hissed.  "Jack off your pissing
cock up my shitty pussy!"

Clutching his cock, Zack furiously beat his dick as I sucked his balls
and humped his hole with my fist and cock.

"Oh yeah, man!  Shoot that spooge up my stinkhole, bro!  Give it to me
dirty and stink!"

"Aaarrrggghhh!  Fuck!"  I growled.  "Gonna fuckin' ..."

"Cum up my fuckhole, Ronnie!"  Zack hollered, spooging onto my face.

"Fuck!  Fuck!"  I groaned, as his warm spunk splattered between my eyes.

"Cum!  Cum up my ass!"

Lurching upward, I grasped the base of my dick and squeezed.  Zack
clamped his asslips tight around my wrist.

"Give it to me, bro!"  Zack hollered.  "Give me your creamy, cock
spunk!"

My body trembled.  My leg muscles stiffened and my toes curled tightly
as I arched my back and expelled my cum up my brother's hungry asshole.

"Fuck!  Fuck!"  I sighed, as my body heaved and my cock ejaculated rope
after rope of creamy spooge up Zack's dirty shithole.

"Oh yeah!"  Zack moaned.  "Fuckin' shoot that load!"

As I slid my hand and cock out of Zack's fucked hole, I brought it up
and slapped it against his hairy chest.  Taking my hand in his, he
smeared the reeking filth over his chest and into his armpits.

"Yes!  Yes!"  he sighed.

As the throes of our orgasms subsided, Zack slumped forward.  Panting,
he brought his lips to mine and kissed me deeply, his tongue swirling
within my mouth.

"I love you, Ronnie!"  Zack moaned, into my mouth.

"I love you too, Zachary!"  I sighed, sucking on my brother's tongue.

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