This fictional story depicts acts of a homosexual nature and includes frank descriptions of piss, raunch and scat. If you are under age or offended by this type of behavior, please do not read any further. If you like the story or have ideas for new chapters, please send me an email: buttsniffer777@gmail.com
Becoming Dad's Kink Buddy
By Butt Sniffer777
Chapter 7
After a nap and a big meal, the three pigs were ready for bed. It had been a milestone day on so many levels, no more so than for Jeff. His mind was packed full of new information and experiences to process, just as his stomach was literally full of shit after his meals from both handsome men. The boy drifted off to sleep sandwiched in between the two men he loved most, a hand on each massive penis.
The next morning Jeff awoke to find himself alone in bed. He rubbed his eyes and lay in bed with a stiff cock for a few minutes, remembering the incredibly nasty, hot sex he'd had with his dad and Uncle Phil. He was hoping they would get to do more of that today. He wandered out into the kitchen area smelling coffee. He saw parts of legs through the doorway out onto the screened porch and headed in that direction. His father faced him, and he could see the back of Uncle Phil's head as the men chatted quietly with steaming mugs in hand.
"Well, look who decided to grace us with his presence - my wonderful boy!" Rob smiled at his son and Phil turned around to flash a grin at the young pig.
"We thought you were out for good, young'un.", said Phil. "I think you got a bit tired out, what with sniffing and licking every asshole in town last night. You're not used to hanging with the big boys yet." Phil grinned slyly at Jeff, pulling him in for a big hug.
"I am ready to hang with you, Uncle Phil!", Jeff exclaimed in mock frustration.
Rob chimed in, "Yeah, can't say but you're right about that, Sport. You did a fantastic job yesterday, buddy. You earned a good night's sleep, Jeff."
The boy went over and kissed his father on the head as he spoke. The man tilted his head up and kissed his son on the lips, tenderly working his tongue along the boy's lips. They pulled back, and smiled at each other, looking over to include Phil in as well. The big lumberjack pulled Jeff in again, giving him a long kiss as well.
"Whaddya say, boy - are you hungry for some breakfast? Your dad and I were talking about taking a hike after we eat. It's going to get hot later on, so we thought we'd hiking a secluded path I know about. I've been known to hike it wearing nothing but my boots before. Wanna try out some naked hiking?", Phil spoke to the boy.
"Wow, Uncle Phil - Dad! That'd be sick! Can we hike naked?", the boy asked, his eyes lighting up.
Phil said, "I suppose we can do that very thing, buddy.", his eyes twinkling. "I was pretty sure you'd say no because you're still pretty shy."
Both men guffawed as Jeff realized he was being ribbed. Jeff started to laugh as well, feeling proud to be included with the men. "I'm getting over my shyness, Uncle Phil - that would be awesome to hike naked!", said Jeff.
"Well, that settles it - I'm going to get some bacon and eggs going, guys. Lots of protein and no carbs makes for some good, sturdy shit.", said Rob. "I'll go get us some grub." Rob headed to the kitchen while Jeff curled up leaning on Phil's chest.
Wonderful breakfast smells wafted out from the kitchen as the boy nestled into Phil's furry expanse of chest, his head rising and falling gently with each inhalation. The big man had his arm wrapped around Jeff, his oversized hand cupping the boy's ass, gently tracing the ridges of his anus with his middle finger. The boy practically purred from the pleasure Uncle Phil's digit was giving him, flexing his shitmouth around the stubby, thick finger as it gently worked its way deeper into the boy's hole. Soon the finger was inside the boy's crapper almost to the second joint. Phil left it there, slowly wiggling back and forth as they enjoyed the warmth of the morning sun. He could feel the tip of a hard turd inside Jeff's hole, just biding its time before it would emerge. After a few minutes, the big lumberjack pulled his finger out of its sticky resting place and brought his hand up to his nose, sniffing deeply to get the boy's crap scent. He put the greasy finger into his mouth, cleaning the dark flecks of turd off of it and enjoying the rich, bitter flavor of Jeff's crap. "Mmmm, boy - you've cooked up a nice batch of shit down there. I think it's going to have to come out into your Uncle Phil's mouth later. Whaddya think - want to feed me some of your homemade grub today?"
"Oh yeah, Uncle Phil - I'd love that!", the boy said, his face still nestled in the thicket of red chest hair.
"Good answer, buddy! Maybe we can have a shit picnic out on the trail today, huh?"
"Wow, Uncle Phil - awesome!", said Jeff.
"And I think you've earned the right to just call me Phil, bud. You're becoming a man now. All right?", the man said as he gave Jeff a gentle squeeze.
"Sure, Phil. I can do that.", Jeff responded, both a bit embarrassed and proud by equal measures.
At that moment Rob called out from the kitchen, "Breakfast is ready, men - come and get it!"
As Jeff roused from his resting spot on Phil's chest, the big man pulled the youngster's face toward him, slipping his tongue into Jeff's mouth, sharing the flavors of the boy's shit. They kissed for a few minutes before Phil pulled apart, saying softly, "Let's go get us some breakfast so we can get the day going, young'un. "
After breakfast was eaten and all the dishes done, the guys got themselves ready with day packs and water for the hike. They went to the secluded spot where Phil's secret trail began. Before they started they shucked their shirts, shorts and underwear, tucking everything into the day pack. Jeff was so excited to be hiking in the nude. It felt so good on his body, and so forbidden. He couldn't wait to get on the trail.
As expected, the day had been steadily heating up but since the trail was mostly shaded and not a stitch of clothing was on their bodies, the trio felt quite comfortable. They'd been hiking for almost an hour when Phil said, "Piss time for Phil - who wants it?".
Both Rob and Jeff called it at the same time, and all three burst into laughter. "Well, I'm not a bit surprised.", said Phil. "You two can get on your knees and I'll give you both a good swig."
And it was a huge swig! Once Phil had gotten going he just kept on going, shooting a strong, dark yellow stream of piss straight down the gullets of father and son. The urine was strong and acrid, tasting salty and metallic. Both Jeff and his dad took huge gulps of the piss, groaning in piggy delight as Phil shunted it back and forth between the two. He'd been pissing for over two minutes straight before he noticed some movement just off to his left. Sure enough, he spied some yellow and brown cloth that was just barely out of place in the colors of the forest. But he could see a man's face as well, peering at them from between a couple of trees.
Phil quietly moved his left hand to his mouth, putting a finger up to his lips to signal silence. Then he turned his finger and wagged it at the man, letting him know that it was ok for him to come closer. The man took up the offer, moving quietly along the path until he was in the same small clearing as the three men. Jeff and Rob had their backs to him, and their focus on capturing every drop of piss had kept them from hearing his arrival.
As Phil had suspected, the guy wore the brown cotton shirt and shorts of a forest ranger. He was a handsome man who looked to be roughly as old as Phil and Rob, bearded with dark eyes and a heavy tuft of black, curly hair spilling out of the collar of his shirt. He stood there, quietly unzipping his shorts and pulling out a meaty dick that was well on its way to a full erection. The man palmed his fat hog while Phil grinned at him, continuing to fill the open mouths of father and son, marking them both as his property in front of a total stranger. The heavy stream of urine finally started to slow. Phil released a loud, rumbling fart as he flicked the last few drops onto their chests, both Rob and Jeff inhaling deeply and burping up piss breath to mix with the cloud of gas Phil had let loose.
"Fucking hot, pigs.", the ranger said. Both Jeff and Rob jerked suddenly around to face the direction of the voice, seeing the handsome man for the first time.
Phil burst into laughter. "You two have been putting on one helluva show for the gentleman for quite some time now. I was trying to make my piss last as long as possible." Phil gave the man a wave. "Name's Phil, buddy. This here's Jeff and this is Rob.", he said, nodding first at the boy and then at the man.
The ranger leaned in to shake Phil's hand. "I'm Jackson. Looks like I got here at just the right moment!", he said, starting to unbutton his shirt. "One of you must be from around here, because not many people know about this trail. I came back here for a private shit, but I can head back down the trail later and take care of that." All four males were facing each other now, sporting erections. Jeff couldn't believe how hot Jackson was.
"Well, I'm the local boy, Jackson - good to meet you. And if you came all the way out here to shit, there's no need to go anywhere else. You came to the right place."
The hunky ranger looked at him with a bewildered expression until Jeff chimed in. "Yeah, Jackson - could I eat your crap?"
"You want to eat my shit, kid?", Jackson looked at the youth, a smile slowly creeping over his face as Jeff's offer soaked in. "Are you for real, buddy?"
Rob chuckled. "The kid speaks the truth, Jackson. He's young, but he's an ace shit-eater already. It looks like you're pretty keen on the idea by the looks of it."
Sure enough the bearded ranger's cock looked to be massively swollen, jutting proudly toward the other three men as he shucked off his shirt and started to unbuckle his belt. "Heck yeah - I'd be insane not to take you up on your offer, kid. Let me get out of these shorts and I'll crap you a big one." Jackson pulled his shorts and underwear down together, pulling them carefully leg by leg over his boots. He tossed the clothing over to one side. Jeff immediately crawled over to retrieve the man's underwear.
The boy lifted the lycra bikers shorts and opened them to see a fat, brown smear on the inside. He let out a groan of pleasure as he brought the crap stain up to his face, rubbing his nose into it and huffing deeply. The smell was intense and sour, like the guy ate a ton of pickled stuff. Jeff looked up at the hunky ranger and said, "Wow, Jackson! Your shit smells so good. I love it!"
"Damn!" Jackson exclaimed. "He really does love licking turd, doesn't he? I've hit the fucking jackpot! Let me see you suck my shitty shorts clean and then I'll give you the real thing."
Jeff needed no coaxing to stick his tongue out and take a long, deep swipe of feces. He sucked on his tongue to release the filth into his mouth where he could taste it. Sure enough, the crap was strong and acidic and the texture was kind of like biting into a Fig Newton - smooth but with body, with little lumps of hard stuff mixed in. He scraped the thick swipe of crap with his bottom teeth, literally prying the shit into his mouth in one thick blob. He loosed the crap from his teeth with his tongue and started to work it about in his mouth, sucking the juices down as they loosened from the lump of fecal material. He looked up at the three adults and said, "Thith tathtes THO good!", showing them the filthy mess on his tongue.
Then Jackson leaned down while the boy had his tongue stuck out and closed one nostril and blew, jettisoning a big glob of snot into the pig's mouth. Jeff moaned in ecstasy, closing his mouth and swallowing the crap and snot down. Rob said to him, "Let me have those shorts, son. I think we can finish cleaning them out while you get to work on Jackson's ass. I expect he's feeling a good bit of pressure by now."
"Holy shit - the kid is your son? How twisted is that? I can't fucking believe it.", Jackson said to Rob. "I am so going to love this. You want my hole now, Jeff?" Jackson walked a few feet to a downed tree at the edge of the clearing. A large branch jutted up from the horizontal trunk. Jackson stepped up onto the trunk and grabbed onto the large branch in front of him and pushed his ass out, looking like a stripper working a pole.
Jeff said, "Oh yeah - I want your crap so bad!", licking his shitty lips. He came over and kneeled behind the hunky man. His face was at just the right height for the ass crack that was sticking straight at him. Jackson's trench was a filthy, matted mess of sweat, crap and hair. It looked like the ranger hadn't wiped for a couple days. While Phil and Jeff took turns sucking on Jackson's skidmarked underwear and jacking off, Jeff leaned into the greasy mess of filth. A gargantuan fart blasted into the young pig's face, brutalizing his nostrils with the acrid stench. Jeff moaned and pushed his nose into the blast until the tip was pushing its way into Jackson's hole. Jackson let out a loud groan with the release of the putrid butt bomb. "Oh, man - I don't think I'm going to be able to hold on much longer. Get ready, pig."
Jeff forced his tongue into the crusty brown shitter and immediately made contact with the knobby tip of a piece of Jackson's shit. He didn't have any time at all to clean up the outside of the ranger's filthy hole as he found himself focusing on the log of crap already making its way out of Jackson's shit tunnel. His cuntlips extended out and puffed up, being pushed apart faster and faster as the tip of a massive bullet of smelly crap pushed into Jeff's wide open mouth. The turd was firm, but smooth and yielding to the tooth. Jeff felt the chunk of crap hit the back of his throat and bit into the column, freeing it from the massive extrusion that continued from the ranger's stretched shithole. Rob immediately put his hand down to catch the remaining crap as it continued to exit Jackson's bunghole.
"Right on, Rob - get in on the act, pig!", Jackson said as he finished off with several final small chunks of feces. Rob held the mounded coil of crap up and took a deep whiff of the warm pile. He opened his mouth and bit into the top couple of tiers of the mound of shit, taking it into his mouth and chewing, feeling the lumps of half-digested solids getting forced into the spaces between his teeth. He savored the crap for a few seconds, enjoying the flavor before he swallowed the lump whole. He went right back to the pile for another generous mouthful of turd.
Jeff was hard at work trying to separate a piece of the strong, acidic shit with his tongue, finally working one loose and swallowing it down. He immediately felt better as he had room to move his tongue around, licking it against the fat monolith of turd that remained in his mouth. Both father and son worked on their own shitty meals, sucking down the slurry of crap, an occasional piece of half-processed lettuce or a chunk of meat sticking to their tongues as they swallowed the crap bit by bit.
"I need to get me in on this fun.", said Phil. "Thanks for leaving Jackson's crapper filthy, young'un. Now move over and I'm going to get that fine ass spit-shined." Jeff moved to one side and Phil moved in to stop a few inches shy of the ranger's crap hole. "You have another blast for me, buddy?", Phil asked.
"I'll give it a try, man.", said Jackson, as he bore down with all his might. His sticky brown hole puffed out like a volcano. The ranger groaned and pushed hard, jettisoning a mass of soft-serve shit onto Phil's mouth and beard. The big lumberjack had his mouth open and caught the bulk of the creamy, soft feces. He pushed the filthy stew around in his mouth for awhile, savoring the overwhelmingly strong, rank flavor before swallowing it down.
The lumberjack let out a resounding, smelly burp of shit fumes. "Fucking-A, that's some fine crap, Jackson.", Phil said before he leaned into the putrid trench and started to lick it clean. It took awhile because there was such a thick accumulation of dried fecal material that needed to be softened and worked free by the big man's talented tongue. There were some splatters of Jackson's man mud in Phil's beard and they wiped fresh shit onto the just-licked trench with each pass. Phil didn't mind a bit - he was happy to prolong the filthy, twisted feast as long as he could.
Before he was done, the sexy lumberjack could see out of the corner of his eye that Jeff had finished swallowing the big chunk of shit log he'd been working on and had approached Jackson's ass to get a better look at Phil's cleanup job. The big man turned his head to Jeff. "Hey, young'un - get your mouth in here and finish cleaning this hairy shithole. You made me a promise this morning and now it's time to pay up.", he said with a grin.
"OK, Phil - I'm ready to shit!", the boy said, grinning widely. He moved in behind Jackson, and they both adjusted themselves so that Jeff could work on cleaning the ranger's sticky trench while he stood with one leg up on the log. Phil was able to kneel down and get his face at the level of the young pig's ass. Rob moved in to hold his son's ass cheeks apart, revealing the young man's hairless hole. Phil rooted around in the tight bung, sniffing and licking and making appreciative grunts as he loosened the boy's shitmouth with his strong tongue.
"All right, Son - feed your Uncle Phil.", Rob said as he spread his boy's ass apart and watched his best friend licking the puckered ring. As Jeff worked his tongue deep into Jackson's shitter, his shit chute started to puff out and Rob heard Phil's groan of pleasure as he evidently encountered crap on its way out of the boy's hole. Sure enough, Phil backed out and held his tongue at the ready while a chunky, gnarled log emerged, making slick snapping noises as it touched down on the big man's tongue. Rob narrated as the action unfolded so that Jackson could picture the filthy scene taking place behind him. "Wow, son - that's a nice fat turd you've cooked up for Phil - it's gonna be a whopper! Smells great, too - I think you're shitting out a few different meals there, boy." Jeff stopped pushing and Phil started to move his mouth up and down on the fat shit log like he was sucking a hard cock, getting the surface all wet and sticky. The big redhead had a ring of liquid brown crap around his lips, mustache and beard, both from eating Jackson's messy anus and from sucking off the boy's log. He let out moans of pleasure as he worked on the boy's turd. Rob continued to describe the scene. "Go for it, Phil - you've got that shit all slick and shiny. What a hot mess!", Jeff's dad said.
"Hang on there, guys - I gotta see this for myself!", Jackson said as he looked back over his shoulder, trying to get a peek at the action. "Stay where you are and lean down on the log, Jeff", the ranger said. "I have to see you shit."
The boy did as Jackson suggested, leaning forward and resting his arms on the log as the sexy, bearded ranger climbed down and circled behind the three men to get a view of the proceedings. Phil pulled back off of the column of wet, sticky feces, resting it on his outstretched tongue so that the other two men could get a clear view. Phil's mouth and lips were completely coated in shitty slime as he made eye contact with Rob and Jackson.
"Fuck!! That's totally sick, man!", the ranger exclaimed. "Bite that chunk off, Phil - I need to taste some of that boy shit. Do you have any more for me, Jeff?"
"I've got a lot still, Jackson. Let me feed you!", Jeff replied as Phil bit down, splitting the boy's turd and leaned back on his haunches. Phil worked the shit around in his mouth and starting to chew it up into a soft, chunky paste before swallowing it.
Jackson wasted no time in getting into position as Phil stood up, licking his crap-stained lips. "You're gonna love it, buddy.", Phil said to Jackson between licks. "The kid's got some gourmet shit cooked up for you." He's been eating recycled hamburgers for a few days now and this batch is perfection." The ranger clamped his mouth around the boy's ring just as Jeff started to push another thick column of feces into the man's gaping maw. Small pockets of gas escaped the boy's crapper as the fat piece of shit was extruded into Jackson's mouth, hitting the back of his throat. The turd continued to exit Jeff's hole, leaving a bridge of shit between his hole and the ranger's wide-open mouth. The boy finally pinched off hard, leaving the wide-eyed man with a mouth packed to the brim with crap and about four inches of turd extending past his lips. Jackson leaned his head back and moaned in ecstasy as his tongue licked the surface of the shit bomb, tasting the incredibly dark and complex flavor, feeling the rough pieces of meat and other unidentified chunks against his tongue. He worked the column with his tongue, balancing the protruding shit upright as he kept his head back.
"I need to help you out with that, buddy.", Rob said as he let go of his son's ass cheeks and moved closer to Jackson, leaning down and taking the exposed bullet of shit into his mouth until his lips met Jackson's. At that point, the dark-haired hunk lowered his head so that he and Rob were face to face, working the log together, pushing it back and forth into the other man's mouth in a twisted game of shit tug of war. Both men started working pieces of crap off of each end with their tongues and swallowing, all the time kissing until only a small lump of shit remained between them. They French kissed, passing the last chunk back and forth with their coated tongues until Jackson finally swallowed the remainder. The ranger got up and pulled Jeff in close for a long kiss, sharing the boy's shit taste with him until their mouths were clean. Jeff was in heaven, kissing the dark, handsome man while Phil and Rob looked on, jacking their massive cocks. All four men ended up shooting huge loads, flashing shit-eating grins - literally!
Finally, the men were sated. Jackson said, "Damn, guys - I really hit the jackpot! I sure hope we run into each other on this trail again."
"That's a given, buddy.", said Phil. My cabin's down off of the crossroads next to the river. Stop by anytime and we'll play whenever we're at the cabin.
The quartet hiked back to the trailhead together and they got dressed and exchanged information before parting ways. It was an unforgettable hike.