All right boys and girls, here's more in the saga of Tommy and Peter. This story, deals with themes of incest, homosexuality, man/boy sex, and raunch. In this story shit and vomit especially play a major part. This is a masturbatory fantasy, for those who like those sorts of things. I love hearing from fans, dirty thoughts and naughty photos are appreciated, if you'd like to show your appreciation send an e-mail to robert1glynn@yahoo.com
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LITTLE BROTHER Part Four By Robert Glynn
I picked up my little brother and carried him in my arms to my bed. I felt nearly delirious. After eating Tommy's shit, I had impulsively kissed him with my shit coated mouth and ran my shit-smeared hands over his face and through his blond hair, leaving wisps, traces, and even thick smears of my shit on this beautiful, little boy. Now, carrying him in my arms, upstairs to my bed, I could not help but think he was the most gorgeous sight I had ever seen, or smelt for that matter. My cock was rock hard and dripping pre-cum.
I laid Tommy down in bed, uncaring if we got shit on the sheets. I laid down beside him, and we began to kiss again. With my tongue in his mouth, I began to masturbate. I was so turned on that it was not long before I blew a tremendous wad of cock snot all over my precious brother-lover's belly. I gathered Tommy in my arms and hugged him, reveling in feel of his naked cum covered body against me. We fell asleep like that, with smears of shit and gobs of cum covering myself, and the fine-looking boy in my arms.
I woke early, with first light, and spent a good while silently worshiping the naked, dirty, boy lying in my arms.
When Tommy began to stir I bent down and kissed him awake. His mouth was fragrant with his morning breath and shit. His body was ripe with my cum, and our sweat. I wished he never had to bathe. I wished I could always keep him this dirty.
"Good morning, beautiful boy." I said. "How are you?"
"Good, good." Tommy answered. Then he smiled and said, "You know, you've got shit on your face?"
"Yeah," I answered, "you've got shit on your face, too." I leaned in and kissed him again. "Hey, how about some breakfast?"
"Sounds good, I'm hungry."
"What would you like?"
"Um I don't know. Let's see. How about orange juice, bacon and eggs, toast and shit?"
We both laughed, "God, I love you, you little pervert. That sounds good. I think I can arrange that."
Before going down stairs for breakfast I took Tommy to our parent's master-bathroom and told him to get into the large walk-in shower.
"I don't want to get cleaned up yet." Tommy protested. "I like how we smell."
"I do too, honey, I'm not going to clean you up. I'm going to make you dirtier." Saying that, I urged him into the shower and following, took my cock in hand, pointed it at him, and started to piss on him, with my strong, yellow, first morning, piss-stream striking him mid-chest.
Tommy was taken by surprise, he gave a little squeal and jumped back, before he caught on and realized this was a new dirty game. When he did, he gave another squeal and started dancing around in the stream of piss. I aimed my piss all over him, at his cock and balls, on his legs and feet, and up and down his body. "Open your mouth." I said, and when he did I shot a blast of piss straight in.
I cut off my stream and told him to get on his knees in front of me. He did and I told him to bow his head and close his eyes. When he did, I pissed in his hair, completely soaking it and him. "Fuck, you look hot covered in piss," I said, "Now it's your turn, pee on me." So saying, I lay down on my back with my mouth opened, and started beating my meat.
Tommy preformed like a gay hustler providing s golden shower for a paying john. He carefully covered me in his hot, little boy, urine. Starting with my cock and balls, he then swept down one leg to my feet and back up the other. He pissed on my belly and chest and then peed in my open mouth, watching me swallow, and finished urinating in my hair and face.
Rising up till I was sitting in front of the boy, I said, "All right, now you're showered, let me wipe you off." Since we were naked all the time in the apartment I kept the temperature set high enough to keep us comfortable, and I knew just using my hand to wipe the piss off my brother would let him naturally dry off quickly, and still keep him smelling like a filthy urinal.
I ran my bare hands all over his naked body, pushing off the excess pee, and leaving him moist and fragrant. He returned the favor, wiping me down, and we went downstairs for breakfast.
"Tell you what," I said, "you make the toast, make a bunch of it, and I'll fix the eggs, bacon, and OJ."
I started a skillet going with bacon, and squeezed the oranges for our juice. When I saw Tommy had a stack of toast ready I walked over to where he was working, squatted down, and dumped a load of shit on the kitchen floor as Tommy watched. "Oh, you've got diarrhea." Tommy said.
"Yeah," I said as I stood up and both of us looked at the pile of very soft, runny, gooey shit on the floor. "Will that be ok for breakfast?"
"Are you going to eat your diarrhea too?
"Honey boy, there is nothing on earth that I would rather do than eat diarrhea with you."
As I moved back over to tend the bacon and start the eggs over easy, I saw Tommy take the platter of toast he had made and sit down on the floor beside my pile of shit and start using a butter knife to generously smear each piece of toast with my soft, almost liquid, smelly shit. "God," I thought to myself. "This boy is as a big a shit hound as I am."
In only a few minutes I had fixed a couple of plates heaping with bacon and eggs, and Tommy had a big platter laden with diarrhea-covered toast.
Before we sat down to our kinky breakfast I said, "Tommy my butt hole is really dirty, and I don't want to get shit on Mom's chair. Would you do me a favor and wipe my ass hole with your tongue?"
To my absolute delight, Tommy, simply said "Sure." and moving behind me, knelt down, spread my butt cheeks, and started licking my dirty shit hole. "Fuck," I thought, "I'm the luckiest faggot alive."
"Thanks Tommy," I said when he had finished wiping my ass with his mouth, "let's sit down, and I'll say grace." I had pulled Tommy's chair next to mine so I could keep my hands on his naked body, and now, after we sat down, I reached over and took his little erect cock in my hand. "Holy Cock," I prayed, "Thank you for my baby brother," at this I felt Tommy reach over and take my hard dick in his hand, "and thank you for his beautiful penis. Thank you for making me queer and thank you, Holy Cock, for making Tommy queer too. Bless this food and the shit we are about to eat. Help me to always serve you, Holly Cock. Amen."
"Amen," Tommy said, "and thank you for my big brother and his penis, and for this food and shit we are about to eat."
Thus began the strangest, kinkiest, and most wonderful meal I have ever eaten. Tommy's little boy cock was as hard as my own, as we ate. We gorged on eggs, bacon, and especially shit-on-toast. Watching my kid brother eating, no, relishing, my fresh, hot, soft, diarrhea was the sexiest, thing I had ever seen. Tommy seeing my pleasure at watching him eat shit, put on a real dramatic show of eating and enjoying my shit.
"Yum," he said, "This is the beat diarrhea I've ever eaten," he laughed and took a big bite and chewed it with his mouth open so I could watch. The next bite he chewed up and spit it back on the toast in his hand so he could eat it again."
"Fuck, your hot Tommy," I said, "I love seeing you eat my turds."
"It's fun eating your shit, Peter. It's so nasty."
Tommy was so excited to be doing such a naughty, dirty thing that I had to encourage him to eat plenty of his eggs and bacon, too. I don't think he would have eaten anything but shit-on-toast if he had been left to his own desires. However, I knew what I wanted, and what I hoped might happen next.
We both gorged ourselves on eggs, bacon, and shit-on-toast, and washed it all down with copious amounts of orange juice. All the while we ate this perverted feast I kept running my hand all over Tommy's naked body, and especially fondling his erect little boy cock and tiny balls. I was so thrilled that his dick, while he was eating shit for the first time, was as hard as a nail. My cock was so hard it hurt.
We were slowing down now, having eating more than our fill of food and feces. The look on Tommy's face revealed his reaction to his first real shit eating experience. I could tell he had eaten all he could hold and was feeling a little queasy.
I took a big bite of diarrhea-toast chewed it up, and spit it out on another piece. Then, as Tommy watched, I spit several times on the shitty mess, hocking up great gobs of spit and throat slime. Finally laying a finger on my nose, closing one nostril, I blew a big snot rocket on the toast, and then repeated the process with the other nostril "Here, Tommy, I made this just for you." With just a little hesitation my little brother took this shit, spit, and snot, perverted treat and ate it.
"Sometimes, when someone eats shit for the first time," I said, "it can make you nauseous, and some guys even wind up puking. It's okay if you do. If you do, you can puke in my mouth."
"No, I think I'm okay." Tommy said with a little soldier's courageous determination. "Do you really want to eat my vomit?" He added.
"Oh fuck yes." I said. "Come here and let me show you." I pushed my chair back from the table, and taking Tommy by the arm, I helped him up, and stood him in font of me, between my widely spread legs." My cock was oozing and dripping pre-cum.
I had dreamed about this many times when I was masturbating. I didn't want to hurt my baby brother; I loved him too much to really hurt him. But I wanted his vomit. I wanted to eat his shit vomit.
With no warning, I formed a fist with my right hand and punched my naked baby brother square in the belly. I felt my fist push into him, saw him double over, heard him grunt as I knocked the wind out of him, felt my cock pulse with with a sadistic thrill as it pushed out a gob of pre-cum.
I put my hands on Tommy's shoulders and straightened him up to stand before me. He was struggling to get his wind back. He had tears in his eyes. I could see his stomach was churning. He was beautiful, such a vulnerable, weak, naked, little child. His cock was still hard.
"Open your mouth!" I demanded, almost shouting. Gasping for air, and with tears streaming down his face, he complied.
I violently thrust three fingers into his opened mouth and down his throat, penetrating him further than anything had ever penetrated him before. I felt him gag on my hand, felt his puke rising on my fingers. I pulled my hand from his mouth. Opened my own mouth, and pulled him to me for an opened mouth kiss.
Tommy hurled, spewing shit-vomit into my eager mouth. My mouth was filled in an instant with an incredible puke. As I swallowed the first mouthful, Tommy continued to hurl, and his vomit flowed into my mouth, down my face, down my chest and belly' and onto my cock and balls. I swallowed another mouth full, and another, while the shower of my brother's vomit covered my body.
When Tommy finished puking, I sat before him, drenched in his shit-vomit, and started stroking my puke-lubed cock. "God, Tommy, that was the hottest, sexiest thing I've ever done. Thank you, fuck, I love you. I'm sorry I hit you; I didn't want to hurt you. I...I just..."
"I know, Peter," Tommy said when he had recovered a bit, "you just wanted my vomit, I understand. I'm glad I could puke for you. I'm glad you made me puke in your mouth."
"Oh, baby, I love you so much, so much. I pulled him to me, licked the tears and vomit from his face until we fell into a deep passionate kiss. I felt Tommy push my hand off my dick and was thrilled when he began masturbating me. When his hand job brought me to orgasm I shot the biggest wad of my life.