Dad and the Out House
By: dick the licker
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My parents were strange, my Mother was a bible thumper. My Father was not. They married because of me, I was born seven months after their wedding... How my dad talked my mom into giving up the pussy before a wedding, I'll never know. When I was five, they began arguing a lot, and soon daddy moved into the guest bedroom. Then he built an out house in the backyard. Because mom insisted that he clean the bathroom, after each time he used the toilet. Three years later I was told the same thing, so I started using the out house also. My father and I took turns cleaning the muck from the big wash tub he used under the seats of the O.H. Dad had built it on the edge of a drop off in our backyard, so that it wouldn't need to be moved every year. He had built a space beneath it for the wash tub so it would be easy to clean every other month or so. One morning I woke up having to shit really bad, so I ran out back, but my father was inside. I asked if he was going to be much longer, and he opened the door and said there are two holes, if you don't mind sharing. I quickly entered and pulled down my underwear, sitting over the hole just in time. Liquid shit drained from my ass for five minutes. Dad finished his business and left, but when I went back inside he felt my forehead, and told me to go back to bed, because I had a fever. I complied, and later I heard my parents arguing loud enough to wake me up, but I just rolled over and went back to sleep. Well the next few years were a constant battle between mom and dad, I would hear bits and pieces of their fights, and understood that my father was tired of not having sex. Mom was tired of being nagged about sex, she didn't like it, nor would she entertain the idea of him going to a hooker, or having a girlfriend. So my father took up drinking. He would sit out on the porch, and drink until his bedtime. Then after work the next day he would do it again. I was twelve when my Mother finally had enough. I came home from school one day to find her gone. When Dad cane home he found a letter from her telling him she was leaving, blah, blah, blah! Now the only change her leaving caused, was that my father began drinking in the den. He would come home, and strip to his boxers, sit on the couch, and get drunk till his bedtime. We still used the outhouse, because neither of us wanted to clean the bathroom, so our routine of going out back continued. After a year had passed since mom left, I suggested that it was time he started dating, but my father said he was to old to be chasing after tail. Dad had built a shower in the garage, when he built the outhouse, so we were still bathing out there. I was fourteen when I walked in on my father taking a shower. I guess I had never paid attention when I had seen him naked before. However this time seeing his body caught my attention. I watched as he lathered up his chest, and belly. Then he turned and soaped up his ass, he held his cheeks apart as the water rinsed away the suds. Giving me a look at his hairy trench, and his hidden puckered asshole. I turned and left the garage before he caught me watching him shower, because I had a raging boner. I ran to my room and threw myself onto the bed, my hand went down my pants and grabbed my throbbing dick. I stood up and stripped naked then laid back on my bed, my hand still on my cock. Knowing I would have to jack off to get it to go away, I began pumping my fist up and down my shaft. I had just gotten into a good rhythm, when I realized that the only images that came to mind, were the ones I had just seen in the garage, my fathers naked wet body. They wouldn't go away, I tried to imagine some of the girls at my school like usual, but my dads hairy trench and oink asshole kept pushing in front of the images I usually used. Finally I gave in and let my minds eye rove over my dads naked form. I came so hard that the semen hit the wall behind my bed.
W.T.F.!? I felt like my whole world was spinning out of control. Why did I get turned on by my fathers wet, naked, body? And why did I come so hard while thinking about it? I had never been turned on by another guy's body before, even though I had seen plenty of my friends naked at school in the locker room. Hearing my father come into the house, I dressed, and went to start dinner. As usual dad was sitting on the couch watching T.V. so I fixed dinner and we ate in front of the idiot box. All night long I kept remembering details of my fathers body, especially his big cock and balls. No matter how hard I tried to think of anything else image's of him soaping his ass came back. I finally went to my room, telling dad good night, even though he was to drunk to respond. Once in my room I had to jack off again, this time I didn't fight the images of my dads body, and I came in five minutes. The next few months took a toll on my sanity. I found myself constantly trying to get another peek at my dads naked body. Which I failed miserably at. Then one day I woke up and found that I a plan to see his ass again. The next night was Friday, and since he didn't work on Saturday he would come home and strip to his boxers, then drink in front of the T.V. all night. When he got home I told him I was spending the night at a friends house, and that I had made him a sandwich, and some brownies. He just grunted in reply, so I put his food on the coffee table, and pretended to leave. I hid behind the out house and waited. I had cleaned out the tub and so my waiting wouldn't be so unpleasant. I waited for hours, then I heard the slap of the screen door, I shrank into the darkened corner of my hiding place in case my father happened to look in the hole. I needn't have worried, because my father pushed down his boxers, and sat down quickly, immediately he began to shit. I guess the ex lax I put in his brownie worked. As I watched my fathers pink pucker would push outwards then open to reveal his brown log, as it grew it would eventually break and fall into the tub, leaving a piece still hanging from his hole. This fascinated me, And I crept closer to see better. I must have gotten too close, and let my breathing be felt on his ass, because he stood and turned, looking down he saw me in the pit. Don't you move you little pervert,he said. Stepping out of his boxers, he came around to the little door and ordered me out. When I stood before my father, he noticed that I had a hard on, and that there was a wet spot where my cock had leaked into my underwear. Well it took you long enough to show your ass where I could catch you, I've seen you looking at me while I shower, but you always leave before I can start stroking my schlong, I knew it wouldn't be long before you got careless and I could catch you. I just didn't think it would be my dirty ass you wanted to see. Taking hold of my neck dad guided me into the house, telling me to strip off my clothes, he then pushed into his bedroom and told me to lay on the bed. Trembling in fear, and anticipation I complied. When I was on the bed my father climbed up beside me, and straddled my chest, putting his dirty ass hole inches from my face. Pulling his cheeks apart, he said lick me clean, I hesitated until he said either lick it clean now or I'll beat your ass then make you lick it clean. I swiped my tongue over the filth coated pucker of my fathers anus, and drew it back into my mouth. My first taste of shit was surprisingly not awful, it was bitter but not disgustingly so, there was a nutty flavor that I found pleasant, and my tongue was soon licking all of the filth I could find. When his hole was clean I told him so, then he sat back onto my mouth and told me to open up so he could finish his shit. I knew better than to argue with him, even though I was unsure about eating from his ass. I felt his hole flare open inside my mouth, but instead of the log I was expecting, I only felt a small lump drop onto my tongue. As I chewed it so I could swallow it, my father turned and knelt beside me to watch me chew his wastes, telling me to show him his shit in my mouth. I opened my mouth, and my father groaned, then he pushed his cock in my mouth and told me to suck it. I had never even thought about sucking a dick, but when faced with the opportunity of doing so didn't hesitate. It was awkward trying to suck my Daddys dick with my mouth full of shit, so I spit out his cock and swallowed the mess in my mouth, I had his cock back in my mouth before he could say anything, and soon I was able to bury my nose in his pubic hair. Damn boy, whose cock have you been sucking to learn to do it so well? He asked. Nobody sir you're the first. Hot damn, I should have run your ma off years ago, The only reason I was dating her was so that I could spend time with her brother, she caught us fooling around, and made me fuck her to keep quiet. After we were married she told her parents about her brother, and they kicked him out of the family. I finished sucking my fathers dick until he came. He wrapped me in his arms and we slept. That's how I became my fathers toilet, and toilet paper.