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The following story deals with incest, watersports and scat. Topics which some may find immoral, disgusting and offensive yet practiced among gay men. If you have a problem dealing with these topics or are under the age of eighteen, STOP HERE!
Raunchy Boy (Part 3) by Rim4you
Chapter 1
"Thanks for having me over, Mr. Langley," Alan said, as he made his way through the front door.
"You know you're always welcome at anytime, Alan," Dad responded. "No invitation necessary. After all you're practically family."
"Okay then, Uncle Josh!" Alan quirpped. "Where's Joel?"
"He's upstairs in his room. Why don't you grab some sodas from the fridge on your way up."
"Gee, thanks!" Alan said as he sailed past Dad and made his way into the kitchen.
"Fuck! I'd love to get my hands on that!" Dad muttered to himself as Alan passed.
"Huh?" Alan said, detecting that something had been uttered.
"Uh ... nothing, Alan. Just thinking out loud. Tell Joel I'll be ordering the pizza in about an hour, okay?"
"Cool!" Alan beamed, two sodas in hand and bolting towards the staircase. "Can we have double meat on it, Uncle Josh?"
"Sure can, buddy! The more meat, the better!"
Alan paused at the bottom of the stairs and gave Dad a quizical look, then shrugged his shoulders and mounted the staircae.
"Hey Joel!" Alan shouted. "Pizza in about an hour!"
Chapter 2
"Hey Alan!" I hollered.
"Hi Joel! So what's up?"
I looked at Alan and shot him a sheepish grin.
"Ah man! You're still wierded out, huh?" Alan remarked, as he plopped down on my bed and handed me a soda.
"Well ... uh ... it's just that I've ..."
"Done something?"
"Well ... sorta."
"What do you mean, Joel? You either did or you haven't. From the way you were acting at school, my guess is that you were fucking around in the bathroom again!"
"Well ..."
"Well what? You know I can read you like a book. Spill it, Joel."
Alan was right. We had practically grown up together. In fact, we were more like brothers having known and been around one another since we were four-years-old and shared the same birthday together.
I looked at my best friend with his tousled brown hair and piercing baby blue eyes and had to admit that we even resembled each other in features and build. We were both fourteen-years-old and as always, as puberty had kicked into high gear, horny.
I guess that is why, when we started exploring our sexual feelings, it only came as natural to have mutual jack off sessions together coupled with sucking one another's cock. It never entered my mind that I or Alan might be gay. At the time it just felt like to buddies just doing what came natural.
"So?" Alan asked.
"So what?" I responded.
"You gonna tell me or are ya gonna sit there looking at me like a spaced out zombie?"
"I'm sorry, Alan."
"Sorry? For what? Come on, Joel, tell me! Jeez! Whatever it is it must have been real good to get ya all wierded and spaced out!"
I felt cornered in a way. How was I going to tell Alan what I was feeling and not have him bolt from my room screaming and hollering at what a freak I was? I knew Alan wouldn't let up until I cam up with something. But what?
I took a swig of my coke and slid my hand under the pillow on my bed. Grasping Alan's jockstrap I pulled it out and tossed it towards him.
"You forgot something," I said, rather awkwardly.
"My jock!" Alan quirpped, picking it up. "Sure is dirty, ain't it, Joel?"
"Uh ... yeah. I'd say so."
My eyes nearly bugged out when Alan pressed the strap to his face and took a deep whiff of his jockstrap.
"Stinks too!" Alan remarked, removing the jockstrap from his face and looking at it. Then grinning from ear to ear he raised it towards me.
"Wanna sniff, Joel?"
I froze. Watching Alan press that smelly strap to his face excited me. Once more my cock was straining within my jeans, throbbing wildly! Was Alan trying to break the ice? Were we so close that he could read my mind?
"Alan!" I gasped, feigning abhorence, and lowering my head.
Alan scooted himself closer towards me, his hand still clutching the dirty, reeking jockstrap.
"Ah come on, Joel! One whiff!"
"That's nasty, Alan!" I whispered, knowing that I wanted to bury my face into it but trying to play my cards right.
"I dare ya, Joel. I dare ya to smell my stinking, filthy jockstrap!"
I looked at Alan and saw the front of his shorts obviously tenting with a major hardon. Perhaps he got off on the same things I was discovering that I was?
Tentatively, I lowered my head towards his outstreatched hand. I focused my gaze upon the darkened, heavily stained pouch clutched within Alan's hand. Slowly, I pressed my face once more into the stench filled jockstrap and took a deep breath.
"That's it, Joel." Alan whispered, fumbling to free his cock from his shorts. "Smell my stinking jock!"
Rather clumsily, Alan placed his coke on the floor beside my bed and took mine out of my hand to do the same, all the while pressing his jockstrap onto my face, to the raspy sounds of my deep huffing.
"My stink is fuckin' turnin' you on, huh Joel?" Alan sighed softly, as he wrapped his other hand around his cock and began stroking.
"Uh-huh!" I moaned, as I clasped Alan's hand and rubbed my face into the foul smelling fabric.
"You like smellin' my nasty cock and balls stink don't you, Joel?"
"Yes!" I whispered, as I lashed my tongue out and began licking the pouch, all the while breathing deep the funky aroma of the filthy strap.
"Yeah, fucker! Smell my stink! Fuckin' smells good, dosen't it?"
I moaned in response.
"Wanna sniff it together, Joel?"
I nodded my head refusing to take my face away from that which aroused me so much. Alan scooted himself even closer to me and brought his face to the jockstrap also and together we sniffed its powerful aroma.
"Fuck!" I sighed, as our noses touched and together we grazed the rancid material and took deep breaths.
"Fuckin' stink, jockboy!" Alan whispered.
I almost froze at the word "jockboy." Its association with Coaches Randalls and Stevens, only hours before, wrung in my ears and here it was, Alan was using the same expression. I snapped my head back.
"Why'd you call me that?"
What?"
"You called me jockboy!"
Alan curled his lips back in a smile and his beautiful blue eyes met mine.
"Because that's what you are, Joel. Because that's what I heard and saw this afternoon!"
"What?" I gasped.
"You didn't realise it, Joel, but I followed you back to the lockeroom. I thought it kinda odd that you weren't ready to walk home with me right away so I watched where you were heading and I followed you."
"Alan!"
"Chill out, Joel. It was so fuckin' hot! You don't know how hard it was for me to see my best friend, my brother, gettin' it on with two hunky men like Coach Randalls and Coach Stevens! I was fuckin' jealous!"
I hung my head, a little embarassed yet excited at the same time.
"You're a ruanchy boy, Joel!"
I did an about face. My mind was whirling that Alan had hit upon two names that had been referred to me that day.
"I'm a raunchy boy too, Joel!" Alan whispered, drawing himself up to his knees upon my bed which, not too long before, Dad had assumed the same position. Only this time, Alan turned his back towards me and hooking his thumbs onto the waistband of his shorts, he slid his shorts down. Bending over he exposed to me his bubble butt.
The cleft swirled with a fine growth of dark hair and staring me in the face was Alan's puckering hole. His asshole! It seemed to breathe with life, Opening and closing. Winking at me. Inviting me. Tempting me. Drawing me.
Glancing down at his white briefs, like his jockstrap the seat of Alan's briefs were dirty with brown streaks.
"I know you want it, Joel!" Alan whispered, wiggling his ass at me. "It's dirty and stink like my fuckin' jockstrap! Smell my ass, Joel! Smell my real stink!"
I got off of the bed and quickly pulled my jeans off. Pouncing back upon the bed I crouched down on all fours behind Alan's upturned ass. I marvelled at the creamy whiteness of his skin and the growth of hair in his ass trench.
"Smell me, Joel! My ass is dirty and stink! I know you want it."
"Mmmmmm!" I groaned, as I buried my face into Alan's ass. "Fucking stink! Fucking dirty!"
"Oh yeah!" Alan gasped, grinding his butt on my face. "Fuckin' smell my dirty shithole, Joel! Smell my fuckin' stink, brother!"
His use of the word "brother" had a nastiness and intimacy about it that I coudn't explain. I only knew that it aroused me deeply as I pressed my nose more firmly against his puckering, moist, smelly hole and inhaled its stench over and over.
"Ya like that, Joel? Huh? Ya like the way I stink like my fuckin' jockstap?"
"Fuck!" I moaned. "Your ass smells better than your fucking strap anyday!"
"Yeah? Then eat my ass, brother! I wanna feel your tongue licking my stink hole!"
Groaning, I lapped, licked and sucked at his hole while he yanked on his cock.
"Ah man!" Alan sighed, clutching the comforter on my bed and burying his face in it. "Fuckiin' feels so good, Joel! Eat my ass! Please!"
I needed no encouragement as I swirled my tongue in circular motions around Alan's gaping, flaring asshole. The stink of his furry hole drove me to probe my tongue into that moist cavern and savour the strong, robust taste of Alan's asshole.
"Shit! Shit" Alan gasped, clutching the comforter in his clenched fists and bucking his ass back. "Eat! Eat motherfucker! Eat my slimey, filthy shithole, Joel!"
I remembered the savage tongue lashing Coach Stevens had given my ass earlier and I tried to imitate every swirl, every probe of my tongue in the same manner. Alan responded by squirming all the more.
"Yeah! Fuck!" Alan cried out, lustfully, Grinding and churning his ass onto my face. "Finger my hole, Joel! Fuckin' stick your finger up my ass!"
I brought my hand up towrds my mouth and slobbered a wad of spit onto one of my fingers and rammed the wet digit up Alan's ass.
"Fuckin' bitch!" Alan gasped, contracting his ass muscles to swallow my finger. "You motherfuckin' bitch!"
"Yeah fucker!" I said, "diggin' into your shitty asshole!"
"You feel my shit, man? Feel my fuckin' ass slop, Joel?'
"Oh yeah!"
"Dig it out, Joel! I wanna see my fuckin' shit on your finger!"
I dug deep up my best friend's ass. As I wiggled my finger around in Alan's shit chute, he squirmed and moaned with delight.
"Show it to me, Joel! I wanna see your shitty finger! Fuck! Fuck!"
As I yanked my finger out of Alan's ass he darted his head over his shoulder to see my finger heavily coated with his shit.
"Eat it!" Alan snarled.
"Huh?"
"You heard me, fucker! Pop that finger in your motherfuckin' mouth and eat my shit!"
I gazed at my filthy finger. At the same time I looked at Alan's asshole which dripped a brown, gooey sludge which fell from his puckering hole onto his briefs.
"Suck your finger, Joel! Eat my shit!"
I raised my finger towards my face. I could smell the stench of asshole on it. Shitty asshole. Alan's asshole. I looked at the brown clumps of pasty shit on my finger. The aroma intoxicated me. Drew me. Lured me. Slowly I inched my filth covered finger towrads my mouth. I closed my eyes and in one quick movement I slid my shitty finger past my lips and into my mouth and sucked.
"Yeah!" Alan hissed. "Taste my fuckin' butt slop, raunchy boy!"
There it was again. That word, "raunchy boy" that sent me into a frenzy of slurping, sucking on my finger and smacking my lips with wild abandon.
"Fuckin' taste good, Joel?"
My first gut reaction was to counter my initial instinct to gag. How did Coach Stevens handle this?
I sucked in a deep breath and it hit me. That wonderful smell. That stink That foul stench sweeping up my nostrils. It was only then that I surrendered to the stink and associated the bitter taste to the stench and it seemed to become one. Pure pleasure!
Opening my eyes and staring into Alan's I saw the pleasure of my action reflected in his gaze and his smile. Like a hungry dog I sucked on my finger furiously and popped it out of my mouth clean as a whistle.
"More!" I gasped.
"Ya want some more, fucker?"
"Yes!"
"Look at my briefs, Joel!"
I looked down to see a small clump of steamy shit that had fallen from Alan's asshole. My breathing became eratic and heavy.
"Shit!" I gasped.
"Yeah, fucker! My stinkin' shit. Eat it!"
I dove towards Alan's shitty briefs and inhaled the ripe stink of the turd that he had let loose.
"Fuck!" I gasped.
"Yeah! Smell that fuckin' turd, raunchy boy! Smell it! Fuckin' eat it!"
Several deep breaths later, the rancid aroma of shit wafting into my nostrils, I sucked Alan's turd into my mouth. Savouring its delectable taste, I chewed and swallowed it.
"Want some more?" Alan asked.
"Yes! Please!" I responded.
"Save it, Alan!"
Alan and I looked in the direction of the deep voice that had just bellowed.
"Uncle Josh!"
"Dad!"
Both pharses escaped mine and Alan's mouth at the same time.
"Pizza's arrived!" Dad said.
Framing the doorway was my father. He had hiked down the front of his shorts and was stroking his thick cock.
"Did you order extra meat, Uncle Josh?" Alan asked, somewhat awkwardly.
"Oh yeah!" Dad sighed, pointing his big cock towards the two of us. "There's plenty of meat for all of us!"
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