Southern Comfort by Lovediego@aol.com
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This series contains themes of male same sex relationships, as well as EXTREME RAUNCH, urination and filth.
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The loft, even with the ceiling fan on, was hotter than outside. Not only was the heat more significant, but so was the humidity. Within the confined space, the grown-man aromas took on a life of their own. I was surrounded by a masculine funk cacophony that made my teenage head spin.
TJ had just brought me back upstairs to get ready for bed. I was still dripping in the brothers' hot urine, tired and sore from the last 30 or so hours of traveling and couldn't wait to finally hit the sack. We were both quickly sweating as he stood me up against the mattress. He took two steps away, stood in the moonlight, and stripped off his nasty jockstrap. The younger brother had stuffed his stiff 9 inches of funky junk back in quickly after giving me a golden shower, and the pouch was now soaking wet with his urine.
TJ took the grungy strap off unceremoniously. No fuss, no-nonsense, just a dude getting bare ass naked. That beautiful cock of his slapped hard against his taught belly, leaving a spill of precum in its wake. As he approached me, his furry balls rolled around in their tight sac, stretched fully by his chunky metal ball weight. He slipped two fingers from each hand into the soggy band of my borrowed soiled and piss-wet, tighty whities and slowly peeled them off. Careful to stretch the fabric over my teen uncut boy-cock, which was standing at its full 7.5-inch glory.
My hood doesn't easily retract, and I could make out its puckered hole in the light, still sticky with piss and my pre cum.
TJ used one of his dirty sock-covered feet to fully drag the nasty rag down my thighs and toward my ankles. I quickly stepped out of the drenched fabric. And stood totally naked before him for the first time. He took me in his strong arms and gave me another one of his amazing hugs that told me I was safe with him.
Behind us, Jeb had arrived and taken his space on his side of the bed. He'd kicked the dingy top sheet down to the bottom of the mattress and stretched his arms over his head. Exposing his hairy stinking armpits.
His pierced man-cock towered over his pelvis, weighed down by his heavy metal ring, making it droop and leak. The brothers seemed to love the look, feel, and weight of steel on, in, and around their cocks. It did highlight their size and look great on them. I wondered if I would look as good in one.
I turned sleepily and joined him in the dirty bed. It was covered in male bodily fluids, and I could see and smell piss on TJ's side and different shades of brown shit marks on Jeb's. Both brothers had their own unique issues with personal hygiene and maintenance. This gave the loft a masculine aroma, not unlike a men's locker room or urinal. The scent was intense with male musk, heightened by the summer night's heat and humidity.
Once lying down, I detected the familiar scent of cum. Whose, I couldn't tell. Maybe both of theirs, but I didn't care either way. The unique smell of spent nut was hard to ignore.
TJ joined me on their bed. I sleep on my left side, so I turned into him, with my unwashed, ripe boy- butt, pointing toward his older brother. I put my head on his chest as I let my nose get reacquainted with his stinky armpit.
He placed his right arm along my back and his calloused fingers inside my naked, sweaty, ripe butt crack. I knew he was swirling his fingers in a few days' worth of my slimy filth.
I wouldn't do that if I were you. I warned him as sleep began to take hold of my voice.
"Why not, little man? I thought you liked it when I touched you." TJ sounded like there was a tiny bit of pain of rejection in his voice.
No. I do. I love it when you touch me. Wherever you touch me, but I'm not very clean back there. It's actually pretty bad and dirty.
"Good," was his only reply.
I feel embarrassed that it's this bad. I tried to explain, but TJ was having none of that.
"Oh, don't be silly." He teased, at my expense.
Trust me. I'm filthy and stink really bad too.
"Just your asshole, or your cock too?" Curiosity was indeed getting the better of him.
Both, but my ass is bad. Really bad. I explained through the haze of sleep and alcohol.
"Honestly, don't worry. Because I won't." Those were the last words I heard him say as his rough fingers sought out my unclean hole, getting coated in a thick slurry of the grime of my sweat, shit, and anal juices captured between my cheeks.
Not long after, we were both fast asleep.
I have no idea what time it was, but I woke up to find myself on top of TJ. He was still sound asleep, snoring even, but me and my pubescent cock were wide awake. I could feel my steel hard rod pressed between us as his erect dick perched between my legs. I was so horny, still a bit tipsy and dripping in sweat. The smell of our three bodies was an aphrodisiac that I didn't know had such power over me. The last day and a half had been an eye, or nose, opening for me. I'd always had a thing for my own stench, but I never thought about another dude's funk. But, I'd found myself, by total dumb luck, in the arms of two man-pigs that knew how to create and share their stink effortlessly and without shame.
TJ's chest inhaled and exhaled as he lightly snored. His pink lips were slightly opened, and I could see the whites of his two front teeth. I slowly moved my head off his chest towards his face. He smelled of beef, beer, and burps. I got so close to him that our lips were touching. His were softer than I expected. Earlier, I was too shocked at his sucking of my snot to notice.
And then I kissed him. Not hard, but not gentle either. I pulled back to see if I had woken him. I didn't. So, I kissed him again. This time I ran my slick wet tongue along his pursed pink lips before shoving it in his mouth with some force. I Frenched him like I wanted him to do to me. I kept up my motions until I felt his firm hand on the back of my head, driving me into him. He stuck his tongue in my mouth, caressed my back, and kept my head close to his. His spit filled my mouth, and I spit mine into his. Back and forth, our tongues went from his mouth into mine and back again. I ran my fingers through his greasy, sweaty hair as he did the same inside my sweaty pissy butt crack. His actions loosened my fragrance into the humid night air, making the loft stink of rank teen-boy unwashed asshole.
A calloused finger lovingly circled my soiled cavity as we continued to make out. This went on for so long that I thought, hoped, it would never end.
My cock was harder than it'd ever been. The head was slipping out of my foreskin and rubbing against his abs. I was feeling so good. Both my pole and hole were being massaged by this remarkable man. All while his older brother slept, snored, and farted right beside us.
Out of nowhere, I felt a rumble in my stomach. Then it happened again. We were still kissing, but I knew something was wrong. Maybe it was the beer, the heat and humidity, or the stench of the loft. Even perhaps the noxious fumes from Jeb's last fart; I was going to throw up either way. I tried to pull away from TJ and let him know, but he held me tighter each time.
I...I, think...
Then he pulled me in for an even deeper kiss.
Listen...I... I'm gonna...
He grabbed me by the back of the neck and forcibly stuck his tongue deeper into my mouth, almost into my throat. That did it. My belly ruptured like a volcano directly into his sucking jaws. I was sure he would lurch away, but instead, he kept his mouth fastened to mine and let me blow chunks down his throat. I threw up directly into his mouth two more times as he ingested it all down in rapid gulps.
I'd never seen anything as disgusting and foul as what he'd just done. His mouth was filled with my beef, piss, and beer throw-up, and he loved it. The smell wasn't as bad as when I'd done it in the past; it was primarily watery this time but still foul.
TJ released my neck and licked my mouth and face clean, like in the bus station men's room. That's the last I remembered before I passed out on top of him like a ragdoll.
Hours later, I woke up in their bed, alone. The burning sun was blazing through the skylight, warming the loft and revitalizing the stink from the soiled undergarments on the floor. My head was sore, my throat hurt, and my mouth tasted funny. I awoke thinking I'd had the weirdest dream. Ignoring that, I slowly sat up, got out of bed, and walked down the stairs toward the large room. The brothers weren't there.
I turned the corner and followed through to the kitchen, where they sat. Both as naked as the day they were born, but with their always-present cock and ball jewelry. Those must be welded on, I thought to myself.
Jeb and TJ sported thick erections as they sat at the breakfast table. TJ's smelly, socked feet were in his brother's lap, massaging his balls and cock with the soles. Hearing me enter the room, the older brother spoke out to me.
"Morning, sleepy head. You worried me a few times in the night, and I had to make sure you were still breathing and didn't die your first night here." He said with a cheeky grin on his face. His tone was light-hearted, and he looked genuinely pleased that I was up and out of bed.
"Come on, leave him alone, Jeb. You know that it takes more than one night to get used to being around us." Both brothers laughed at their own expense while the older one got up from his seat and poured me a cold glass of water.
"Here, pup, drink this, and take both of these." He said as he handed me the glass and two aspirin. I was going to sit in his chair, but TJ maneuvered me into his lap, my favorite seat in the house. His uncut smelly cock was pushed against my bare back as he spread his thick legs enough to give my small frame room. I could feel his heavy cockring against my pelvic bone.
"Are you feeling ok, little man?' He started with a concerned sound in his voice.
Yea, I'm fine. I told him. But, I had the wildest dream of kissing you and vomiting inside your mouth.
"Ha, Ha, Ha. Hell yeah, you did. Three times. Don't be upset; it tasted delicious. Any time you want to blow chunks in or on me, just let me know. Fuck it, surprise me." TJ rubbed my belly with his hands and laughed a sinister laugh in my ear.
I was mortified.
"We got everything all cleaned up, including you, as you slept. Damn, pup, you're a good sleeper. We lifted you up, turned you over and around, wiped your mouth, and even had you rinse your mouth out a few times, and you barely woke up. You opened your eyes a few times, but the lights upstairs definitely weren't on." Jeb continued teasing me from across the kitchen.
Everything to these guys was normal. If a mess happened, they just cleaned it up. If I hadn't said anything, I don't think they would've mentioned me vomiting at all.
"You'll feel better once we get some solid food into you. Don't you worry, your pretty little head. You're in good hands." Jeb assured me.
After swallowing the pills and downing the water, TJ swirled me around on his lap, so I was facing him. He looked so sexy in the morning. His brown eyes were still a bit puffy from the night before, and gunk was in his sockets. His hair was all over his head, and he had morning breath. So, I kissed him.
Pulling me in as close to him as physically possible, TJ ran his hands up and down my back, like he understood I was beginning to love. I leaned in closer to him as his right hand sought out my unwashed boy-hole. By then, I knew it was riper than ever before. But, he either didn't care, or that was the way he preferred it to be. He spread his fuzzy thighs so my cheeks would spread obscenely, exposing my hairy anus in the process. I immediately could smell the sharp perfume of my shitter while we kissed.
After circling my damp rectum a few times, TJ removed his finger and brought it up to our noses. Damn, it stunk. I was so aroused by my predicament that all 7.5 inches of my uncut cock could cut diamonds as it rubbed against his stomach. The foulness of my butt made me almost cum all over him.
Without warning, TJ sucked his dirty finger into his mouth, forcing me to taste my ass for the first time. I liked it. It tasted like it smelled. Dark and ripe but sort of sweet. He liked it too. Over and over again, TJ swiped up whatever raunch he could find along my crack and brought it up for us to smell, taste, and enjoy.
Trusting me not to pull away, he used his right hand to play with my left nipple. I never knew my nipples were so sensitive, and they seemed to be hard-wired to my cock. The younger brother alternated from tugging on my tits to twisting and then pinching them. Without forewarning, he would rotate his movements. Providing me with levels of pleasure and lust I never knew existed. As I got used to that new sensation, his left index finger poked through my virgin rectum. I moaned into his mouth but didn't flinch at the brutal intrusion. It hurt but somehow felt good at the same time. Deeper and deeper, he dove until he struck my prostate.
Playing with one nipple and finger fucking my young hole got me so horny that I kissed him like a mad man. I was aggressive and forceful, thrusting my tongue into his mouth or sucking hard on his tongue like a small wet cock. All while he plunged deeper and deeper into my shitter. He would make these weird motions inside my hole like he was writing something. TJ explored my deepest, darkest crevice, round and round, up and down, sideways and in and out. Massaging my p-spot in earnest.
Then...suddenly, he pulled his finger out. I farted with his exit but didn't have time to say excuse me or be embarrassed at my release of smelly gas because, once again, his finger met our faces. But the smell was much more pungent and intense this time, and I knew why. I was the scent of my inner colon. My shit. Straight from the source. And just as quickly, his finger was in our mouths. First his, then mine, then his again, until all my butt crud was gone.
TJ stuck his spit-wet digit back inside my sticky insides and repeated the process of finger fucking me. I was going crazy with passion, rubbing my cock along his stomach and chest, humping and grinding against his torso. Behaving like the pup, his older brother had named me.
Behind us, Jeb was intensely watching our show. He moved up closer just as his baby brother removed his finger once again from my exposed rectum. Another loud and fetid fart blasted from my hole, but this time, right into Jeb's waiting, open mouth. His furry beard felt odd, scrapping my sensitive soft rectal skin as his brother played with my nipples. I farted another noxious rank one into his mouth again, but this one came with a passenger. Accidently, I'd shit directly into Jeb's mouth. And he went fucking nuts. He ate all that my small body had to give. Lapping at my boy-pussy lips, licking around and inside of my anus, and then fondling my furry musty balls for good measure.
I could feel his hot breath all along my most private body parts. It was dirty, obscene, and even gross as he searched high and low, shallow and deep inside my anus for more to eat. But I wasn't fazed. Somehow, I knew that was how life was meant to be lived. How a man's life was meant to be lived and enjoyed. I stopped thinking about being sorry for my stink, apologizing for my natural bodily functions. I decided to fully join the brothers on their raunchy side of life.
TJ kept kissing me, gently lifted my hips, and pushed my steel-hard teen rod down between my legs and into his brother's loving hands. As he reamed me out, Jeb began to jack my morning wood. I moaned and fucked his palm like I'd done my own so many times in the past.
I was nowhere near the level of solo sexual that Jeb was. He quickly took command of my immature dick and worked it over with precision. Up and down, Jeb's thick hands manhandled my member. I was bucking on TJ's lap like a whore in heat from the amazing vibes shooting through my body. Faster, then slow, gripping hard around the shaft and slightly tickling the tip of my corona. Every now and again, the older brother would brush one of his fingertips along the open ridge of my piss slit, causing me to moan in joyful agony. My dick spit and smeg was used as lubrication for one of the best wanks of my entire life.
Jeb played with my sperm makers, rolling them around in one hand as his other wanked me off. My balls were sweaty and musky, giving off their natural scent.
He gently retracted my tight dick hood and exposed at least a week's worth of cheezy build-up, both dried and moist, and the buckets of pre cum that had gathered under and along my tip. Another malodorous scent accosted our noses. The harsh fragrance of my smeg mixed with TJ's, and I was sure I could also smell some of Jeb's. But I wasn't sure.
TJ reached down behind me and brought us both back another dollop of my dense butt mud to sniff and devour as we kissed. I was in raunch heaven. But, I was still a teenager, unused to sex with another man, definitely not two at one time, and quickly shot a hot load of cum into Jeb's palm.
But he was having none of that and quickly moved his face out of my stinking, farting butthole and completely engulfed my dick. The subsequent 5 volleys of my sperm went to live inside his belly.
Oh, fuck! I almost screamed into my lover's mouth as he stilled my body against his from my orgasm.
TJ wasn't done with my hole yet, either. He went back to finger fucking me as his brother returned to rimming me simultaneously. Being 16 had its advantages. I never lost my erection or arousal as I shit and came all over and inside Jeb.
He returned to jerking my chicken, but slower this time, with a greater emphasis on my shaft than slimy cock head, as he ate out of my feces-soiled butt. TJ was pulling the leftover, softer shit from my cavity and feeding it to him behind my back. All that activity opened me up enough that one last major blast of ass gas escaped, followed by a long rope of hot shit.
The older brother stood up and let me take a dump on his junk. I knew the last of my waste was being spread all along his pierced, uncut man-cock and into his thick forest of pubic hair. The man was jacking off with my loads, both shit and cum, as he continued to wank me. I came in his hand for the second time in less than 5 minutes.
Fuck, fuck, fuck... I yelled as this new orgasm took me by surprise.
"Good job, little man," TJ said, ending our kiss with one on my forehead.
"Perfect," Jeb said as he proudly showed off his muddy cock, balls, and thighs to the two of us. A thick coating of my excrement covered his broad body from the base of his pubes, along his heavy cock ring and inside and around his shiny cock piercing.
Jeb never stopped jacking his massive 10-inch uncut, man-scented dick and a long string of pre cum dripped from the tip of his chewed-up skin down onto the wood floors. TJ motioned for him to let him have a taste of my creamy goodness.
Once he'd gathered the nasty mixture into his mouth, Jeb kissed his baby brother. They swapped my fetid feces in the most masculine, incestuous way one could imagine. They were almost fighting over my morning dump.
"Ok, who wants eggs and bacon?" Jeb causally asked, as finally, he pulled away from us, obviously the winner of their tug of war. Smelling of pungent shit, he walked back toward the stove to continue cooking. His cock remained rock-had and slathered in a viscous coating of my bowels.
After losing two loads, I really needed a piss. Just a day earlier, I'd have politely excused myself, gone to the toilet, and urinated like a good boy. But, I was a quick learner of the house rules. I stood up without leaving TJ's lap, aimed my still plump cock at his face, and got ready to let loose. Like a happy puppy, he shook his head and opened his mouth wide for my liquid waste. I didn't disappoint him and flooded his handsome mouth with fresh, steaming hot urine. It was almost like a funhouse game, where I aimed to hit the bulls eye.
A few times, I thrust my hips back and forth, causing my stream to cover his handsome face, chest, and torso. I wanted him drenched in my stench and marked as mine.
I pissed on his body for the longest time, and I could hear the runoff hit the floor. It was too much for TJ, as he grabbed his massive joint and began to stroke it hard. I crammed my slimy dick inside his mouth as my rancid flow continued. I thought he'd stop at the cheesy head, but he swallowed me down to the root while taking in as much fluid as I could provide. Soon enough, I was getting my first piss blow job.
Wow, what a feeling. My stiff cock was bathed in my briny piss as a hot older man sucked me off to a third orgasm. He mixed up his technique to match his sucking. Fast, then slow, then faster. TJ jerked his cock fiercely between my legs, hitting my tight ball sack with the tip of his dripping dick. That set me off, and I shot inside his hungry mouth.
Ugh, yes, take my nasty load. Swallow my scum. Drink my load!
That was all I could say before I felt TJ shaking and writhing below me.
Drinking my essence, he shot his own load with a deafening groan. My hot cock still clogging his throat.
I knew I wasn't ready to get ass fucked, but I still wanted some of his seed in me. Since I'd been finger fucked, then rimmed twice, before opening my butt up to drop a few hot ones, I knew I could get at least his head into me without too much pain. Or so I hoped.
I removed my spent, pissy, cummy cock from his mouth and moved toward getting his sperm inside my body with ease.
I was wrong. Damn, was I wrong. It hurt like hell as I opened my tight rectum to let him shoot some of his rich cum inside me. It was like trying to fit an apple inside my funky boy-cunt for the first time. But, I was greedy and really wanted his babies. One, two, three, and four shots were all I could take before pulling off. He kept shooting a few more times, yelling his pleasure, as he continued to cover my teen butt with his creamy spunk. I reached behind me and rubbed the rest into my abused hole, soothing the pain of his partial entry.
I was sore, exhausted, and spent but happy. I kissed TJ one last time before turning around and sitting my cum dripping hole on his lap. It was time for breakfast.
Jeb joined us with another communal plate of food. He delivered a stack of toast, at least a pound of bacon, scrambled eggs, and two empty water glasses. We moved the chairs closer together and began to eat with our hands, like the night before.
I fed TJ a few pieces of warm bacon with my pissy and cum drenched hands, and Jeb used the one he was shit jacking with to give us both a mouthful of scrambled eggs. I could taste the foul flavor of my dump mixed with the spices he'd cooked them with. I grabbed a piece of toast, pulled down my dick hood, and scrapped a good chunk of cheese off my corona ridge. All that I gathered was slathered onto the bread and given to Jeb. I thought he would eat it; instead, he repeated my action with his own stinky uncut cock and added his smegma to mine. Along with some more of my drying shit. We just needed TJ to finish the circle. The disgusting treat was handed back to me to consume, and I did without hesitation.
"Looks like someone is starting to fit in just fine," Jeb said to his younger brother, with a mouth full of eggs and bacon. I leaned over to his furred face like I was going to give him a kiss. When he turned his head and slightly opened his mouth, I stuck my tongue in and scooped out some of the half-eaten breakfast from his mouth, along with a good amount of his spit. I took everything he had for myself without asking or remorse. This was the way men were meant to live.
TJ took one of the three water glasses and aimed his cock inside. Soon, his bladder produced a sudsy golden drink, fresh, hot, and spicy. He filled it to the brim and then passed it. Letting the excess flow onto the floor and join the remnants from my shit finger fucking. I placed my size 7 feet in the warm mess and got my dirty socks even filthier. TJ repeated the lewd action two more times until all three of us had a full glass of his piping hot piss. Our drinks had the look and smell of beer, including foaming heads.
On three, we gulped them down as fast as we could. Of course, I was the last to finish, but they'd obviously had years of experience. I knew with practice, I would soon catch up.
And that was how breakfast went. Hand-feeding each other, spitting in each other's mouths, sucking the mixture of bacon fat, piss and shit from each other's fingers until all the food was gone and we'd made true pigs of ourselves.
Our conversation was as normal as any family's in the morning. Exchanging thoughts about the last night's events, talking about the weather, and other mundane bullshit. Until Jeb asked the million dollar question.
"So, pup, what's your life plan?"
I told him I thought I had an answer, but after pissing myself at the bus station, I realized things would be more challenging than I thought. Of course, I knew I needed a job and a place to live, but I didn't really know how to get either.
I asked them what they did for work.
"Jeb works in construction for the town, and I do some carpentry," TJ told me.
"Don't be so fucking modest. TJ is more than a carpenter; he builds and refurbishes houses in and around the entire county. He even built this cabin." His brother proudly stated.
"I had a lot of help. But, yeah, I built this cabin and two more like it for a couple of guys we know." TJ confessed.
I would never have imagined they would be so successful. I don't know why. Maybe because they were from the country. Or because I was a bit of a snob and didn't know it.
I asked how they learned how to do their jobs.
"I went to trade school, and TJ went to community college and then got a few craftsmen internships. These are the types of jobs nobody wants to do anymore. Along with plumbing and picking up trash." Jeb had a mixed tone in his voice as he spoke. He knew they were part of a dying breed of men that many thought could easily be replaced by a computer or set of machines. But they were wrong.
I was never really good at school, I admitted. But I did like to work with my hands.
"It was just a question. You don't need to have all the answers right now. You're safe here with us, and I'm sure my little brother would like you to stay as long as you like. You have time to work things out, and I'd be glad to help you; if you want." Jeb's statement and offer made me feel good, and he knew it.
Satisfied with himself, he removed himself from the table, taking the dirty dishes with him over to the dishwasher.
Saturday was just beginning, and TJ told us he had a few errands to run. I offered to go with him, but he said I should hang out with his brother and get to know the property's surroundings. They had over 100 acres of land for me to get used to, and Jeb was pleased to be my tour guide.
Once the dishwasher was loaded and the table cleaned, TJ kissed me one last time before getting ready to leave. He didn't do much cleaning up. Just enough to be out in public for a few hours, he said. He grabbed his tight jeans from the night before, forced his fat uncut cock and balls inside, and buttoned them up. While stepping into his dirty boots, still wearing the same pair of crusty socks, now with the addition of his piss and my shit, he donned a grungy t-shirt that was on the floor by his boots.
"I'll be back soon, little man. Have fun." And off he went into the summer heat.
"Well, it's just you and me now, pup. Let's say we have ourselves a damn good time!" Jeb bellowed as he picked me up in his powerful arms, threw me over his shoulder like I was a feather, and walked us out of the kitchen. He soothed my irritated cummy asshole with his thick shitty fingers. As we walked, he continued to jerk his fat pierced, reeking mancock with his other hand.
Since I was facing backward, I didn't know where the burly man was taking us. But, I got a great view of his hairy dirty ass as we traveled down the hallway, past the large room, and into the bathroom.
I hadn't been in that room yet and didn't know what to expect. But, I wasn't expecting the setup the brothers had created. It looked more like a public men's room than a home bathroom. Especially since there was no bathtub or shower. As Jeb gently placed me on my feet, he slipped off my soiled socks and left me standing on the warm tile floor, totally naked and still, somehow, erect and leaking.
Directly in front of me was the back wall, completely mirrored. I saw myself in my naked, rigid state, dripping cum from my cock and asshole.
I looked to my right to see a long white tiled wall that led down to a urinal troff large enough to fit a grown man. At that point, I understood that was probably the point. The inside of the piss catcher was metal but crusted with noticeable yellow stains from over-usage. A large drain punctuated the center of the room. On the far left was an oversized sink basin, and next to that was the toilet. It was a bit larger than normal ones, but not huge. There was a toilet seat but no cover, like the ones you see in the military or prisons.
Jeb calmly walked over to the shitter and sat down. He began to take his morning dump like I wasn't even in the room. Two loud farts escaped from his hairy ditch, echoing through the room. The pungent smell hit me quickly, and got a jump of sexual excitement out of my boy-cock.
"First lesson, pup, get comfortable being fully naked and doing natural bodily functions around other men. It's your body, learn to love it and all of the incredible things it can do for you." The older man dropped his first pearl of wisdom and a second shit log as I stood at attention.
He was silent as a third, sizeable fat one barreled out of his butthole, accompanied by yet another stinking fart.
"Too many boys today are ashamed of growing up to be men. They want to stay children without responsibility. But that also means they'll never learn to be adults with freedom and agency." Jeb continued his sermon from the porcelain thrown.
"Men aren't afraid to be men and be around other men. We find community with each other, which is one reason TJ and I still live together. The fellowship cements our bond, and we share everything and support each other over anyone or anything else. You understand, pup?"
I nodded my head as he spoke. I liked this way of thinking. When I first met him, he seemed like a basic country hick, but the more time I spent with Jeb, I realized that he was a knowledgeable man who just happened to be from the country. He was also sexy as fuck.
To my horned-up eyes, he looked like a gorilla taking a shit as he rubbed his belly and followed the trail, almost absentmindedly down to his uncut pierced cock. Either he didn't know or care that he was jerking his shit-coated dick in my direction, or he wanted to demonstrate that I was part of their inner circle. He would now share intimate things with me as well.
I told him that I wanted to discover more about being a man. Not having a father or any men around made me feel like I was missing out on learning some critical life lessons.
"Boys need a father. Not always the one who knocked up their moms, but any man willing to step up and teach him what he needs to know." A few smaller shits came out before he pointed his fat cock at the drain in the middle of the room.
He took aim and shot hot piss almost at my feet. I took a few steps closer to get them soaked in his smelly urine. I even wiggled my toes in his liquid waste as a sign of appreciation for the gift.
By then, he'd stood up and approached me, still pissing as he walked. He didn't flush the toilet. I looked behind him and noticed that there was no toilet paper roll. Not just the paper itself, but no holder. Jeb hadn't wiped his ass the other day because ass wiping wasn't done in this home. I guessed TJ wasn't a wiper, and I wouldn't be, either. Cool!
Will you teach me? I said, knowing the answer already.
"Of course I will, pup; I already started, didn't I?" I thought he was talking about what he just said, but he meant earlier in the kitchen.
"Eating from your dirty boy-hole was to show you that the things your body produces can and will be appreciated by the right man, or even men, just like last night, when you drank TJ's piss. Be comfortable with your bodily functions and share them with men who appreciate them and you. It's the way god intended". He joked as he waved his still pissing cock in my direction. I got the hint and got down on the warm tiled floor.
Within seconds I had his chubby, filthy uncut pieced man-cock in my mouth. I opened it but didn't swallow, like his brother did to me the night before. I sounded like a urinal as the piss splashed in my mouth and along my teeth. It was like a gurgling sound. I was rock hard by then, and dripping dick spit in his reservoir of piss.
I looked up for approval and got it. I gulped his urine down and licked my lips. I opened my mouth, begging for more to drink, and was gifted with another mouthful of his funky morning bladder brew. It was much stronger than TJ's the night before, and it stunk more too. I didn't taste much with the first filling, but I got the whole experience of my senses with the second and third fillings.
After he was obviously empty, I began to clean his Prince Albert of my shit. Most of it was dry and crusty, but inside the ring hole was still some of the softer kind. I sucked on it and rolled the hard metal around in my mouth before tongue fucking it.
Jeb was lightly moaning as I played in his piss slit. It was wider than mine or his brother's. I was able to fold my tongue in half and get half inside. I used my lips to pull his foreskin down. I wanted more of that stinky cheese I had at breakfast on my toast. That was second-hand flavor; I learned well from TJ that filth is always better taken straight from the tap.
It was so foul that I almost gagged. It was rancid, yellowing, and creamy. Most of his smeg lived under the ridges of his head, but some drier white flacks dotted his head. I nursed like a baby, sucking down his sweet pre cum.
"That's it, pup; take your time and get all you need. Don't worry about eating too much; I'll make more for you." Jeb didn't need to tell me twice. I wanted everything his cock produced. I had his piss, pre cum and a bit of his head cheese. It was time to clear out his entire supply.
Almost everything that his brother did to me, I was doing to him. My mouth wasn't full of piss like his was, so I made up for it with my spit. I didn't swallow as I scrapped the smeg from under, around, and on top of his cock. I would occasionally return to tongue fucking his dick hole and playing with his ring. I didn't dare touch my own cock for fear of coming a fourth time.
I stopped concentrating on the head and became a full-blown cock sucker again. I could make it halfway down his shaft, or about 5 and a half inches. My cheeks were filled with his thick member. I couldn't go further, no matter how much I tried.
"Ok, pup, don't hurt yourself. That was a great first effort, and I'm proud of you." Jeb said as he lifted me to my feet and took me in his arms for one of his famous bear hugs.
Once he released me, I asked why he and TJ wore cockrings. Was it another one of the lessons?
"Ha, ha, no. They just fucking feel amazing. We wear them all the time because they keep our cocks fat and horny. And we can fuck longer..." He trailed off without warning and walked out of the toilet. Big hairy unwiped shitty ass and all.
"Stay there, pup. I'll be right back." I could hear him yell from down the hallway.
I did as he told me. But first, I played like a little boy in his piss puddle. Splashing my naked toes in the wastewater. It was still warm, and I thought about getting on my hands and knees and lapping it up, but it was starting to head toward the drain, and Jeb had returned anyway.
"Come over here, and bring that fat dick your waving with you," he said, pointing at my Johnson. Jeb had a small black bag with a few items that he took out and placed on the counter in front of us. The first was a metal ring.
"This is a cockring. This one should fit you, but if not, we can see if we have one that will. If not, we'll just need to buy you a new one."
The cockrings the brothers wore were thick metal ones that looked very heavy. The one Jeb brought for me was on the thinner side and was put on with an Allen key system. He stood behind me, taking my stiff cock in his left hand and situating the bottom of the separated ring under my balls. He then gently positioned the top over my shaft. Jeb took great care in moving the thick tufts of pubic hair out of the seams before placing the screw in place. Jeb produced the key out of his mouth and locked the system in place. My uncut boy-cock immediately got as rigid as a brick.
For me, the weight was heavy enough to add pressure on my junk, and it was tight enough to keep the blood trapped inside my cock for an extended period of time.
"Now, pup, you are locked in a cockring until I choose to release you. You'll always be at least semi-erect, but most of the time, I prefer you to stand at full mast and show off that lovely young stinking uncut cock you were blessed with. Without shame, no matter where we go. Understand?" More instructions and lessons on being a man came quickly from his lips. They seemed like questions, but I knew they were really commands.
I nodded yes, in agreement, and stared down at my newly adorned cock. It looked amazing.
"I've got a few more gifts for you," Jeb explained as he introduced me to items I would get to know intimately.
" I don't ever want you to feel that you don't have control or say in what is being done to you or with your body. Because all of the power is yours. Always. At any time, you can say no to anything. Still, I hope you will trust me and TJ enough to believe that we will never do anything to hurt you or allow anyone else to, either." I nodded my head as he continued speaking.
"This little brown bottle is called poppers. It will help you feel very good. It is not a drug or addictive. But, it will enhance your senses and pleasures. These other three are butt plugs. They will help to open your tight butthole, keep you stimulated and teach you the pleasures your hole can provide you. Are you ok with this?" Jeb wondered, knowing I would say yes to almost anything he wanted to do to me. Even though he was still a perfect stranger, I trusted him more than anyone else I'd ever met in my life. Probably because he treated me better than anyone in my entire life.
"Good. And here is our final lesson for today. Of course, you know the pleasure your cock can provide you, but your anus is just as much a sexual organ. Relax your hole. Let yourself enjoy the new feelings and sensations. Open your mouth. Let me hear what you are thinking and feeling. Share your pleasures with me, so I know what makes you feel good and what you don't like. Don't be silent or ashamed of what's going on. This is your birthright." I'd never heard anyone speak so lovingly about my dirty butthole before, but this man was a master in the art of sex. At first, I nodded my head, then remembered what he had just told me.
Yes! I shouted, and it even shocked me.
"Now, I am going to place this mask over your eyes so that you can't see anything and these earplugs into your ears so that you cannot hear anything. Just focus on what you're feeling and smelling. Relax and enjoy the moment. Don't forget to use your voice." And with that, he began.
Jeb placed the bottle of poppers under my left nostril first. He was still behind me, his fat stiff cock resting between the crack of my ass. I could feel the hair on his chest rub against my smooth back like I was laying on a bear skin rug. Once I was blindfolded and ear plugged, it was like my other senses truly were heightened. I could even feel the difference in his cockring's weight and size compared to his Prince Albert. It was like gaining a sexual superpower.
I took a long huff from the bottle before Jeb switched over to my right nostril, where I repeated the process. In about 2 seconds, I was flying higher than a kite. So much so that I fell back into the arms of the older brother. I did as he had told me and relaxed. Letting the new sensations take me over. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before, but I knew I liked it. And wanted more.
After about two minutes of enjoying my first poppers high, Jeb repeated the steps. But this time, I got two huffs in each nostril. And then, after a quick rest, we went to three huffs. Damn, I felt so good. Then, he found a way to make me feel even better.
The combination of poppers and my new cockring had my dong at full mast, dripping dick spit like a faucet. But then Jeb began rubbing both of my erect, sensitive nipples and even pinching them hard. His hands would run up and down the sides of my body, lightly touching my ball sac and jerking my cock a few times before rubbing my stomach and chest.
Fuck, that feels so good. Please, don't stop. I shouted, using my whole chest so that he knew I understood the assignment.
Jeb jerked me off a few more times, tugged on my tight ball sac, and then gave me the bottle of poppers to administer as I wanted. Immediately I took three long pulls under each nostril and melted into his strong arms as he began to finger my unwashed butthole.
Gently, the larger man bent me at the waist so that my head was directly over the unflushed toilet bowl. The smell of his shit logs was harsh and strong, and I loved it. I alternated between huffing poppers and his waste. The scent of his dump was still thick in the air, but it intensified once I got right on top of the thrown. Wide brown tracks still lined the bowel's bottom. I got a clear look at his shit tracks and a nose full of his fragrance. My cock dripped copiously onto the tiled floor.
Once I was totally curled over, Jeb used his naked, dirty feet to separate my legs, exposing my virgin, hairy hole to him. I knew what was coming but was still afraid.
He started with fingers inside and around my anus. Almost teasing my hole and asking for permission to enter. Jeb fell to his knees and once again rimmed me out. Using his fingers to open me up more for his tongue and vice versa. I took another pull from the poppers.
He was feasting on my unwashed shitter even more intensely than when I was still full. I was moaning and bucking my butt back into his hairy face, trying to get as much of his slick tongue to fuck my butt as possible. I bore down, opened my trench as much as possible, let out a nasty fart and let him have total access to my most private part.
I was in too much of a trance to say anything, but my moaning was involuntary. I was simultaneously being rimmed and deep finger fucked as I smelled the discarded shit of an older man.
Wasting no time, Jeb seized the opportunity to eat more from my colon. He circled his tongue around the outer smoother folds around my anus. He chewed on the short hairs along my crack before sucking on my still shit-encrusted sphincter and jamming his tongue inside for a taste.
Over and over, he ate me out like the sex pro he was. I was bent so far over that my face was right against the toilet water and one of the thickest shit streaks. I couldn't help myself. I dipped my head under the water and sought out his left behinds. I lapped it up like a dog, just like he was doing inside my nasty hole.
And then I felt the tip of the first butt plug. It was greased with his saliva but still on the dry side. I yelped like a hit dog when he placed the tip inside my hole.
Instead of pulling away, which I probably would not have been successful at doing, I took two long pulls from the bottle of poppers and tried to relax my hole. I relaxed again and did my best to let the plug into my tight boy-pussy.
Almost like a balloon, it popped inside my rectum. My body sucked it in hard down to the base, with ease.
Fuck, fuck, that feels so good. I let him know as I returned to sniffing his wet shit. I drank from the toilet and lapped up the shit stain until it was all gone.
And that was how it began. Jeb worked my hole over for who knows how long. Fucking me with each butt plug, rotating the order from smallest to largest and then down again. He massaged my prostate and rubbed the inside of my rectum until I was convinced I would cum without touching myself.
Jeb used his tongue a lot to soothe the plugs' entry along with any of his brother's excess cum load. It felt nice to have him licking my butt as he fucked it with the rubber dongs. Over and over he played inside my hole, and I let him. He provided me with a pleasure I never knew existed, which was terrific.
With the mid-sized plug still lodged inside my no-longer tight sphincter, Jeb stood me up and took off my mask and earplugs. I was wet, and aching but happy. Still hard and aroused but did not cum. The cockring was so tight it kept my load from escaping my balls.
Jeb turned me and kissed me. Not in a loving way, like TJ, but in an animalistic way. An alpha was taking sustenance from his younger pup. He was seeking out his dump from my mouth and lips, and I opened wide to let him search my mouth and retrieve what was his. He even licked my teeth and lips before he was done.
Standing naked, erect, horny, locked in a cockring, and plugged was one of the best and most natural feelings I'd ever had. No shame. No embarrassment. Just a boy showing off in front of a man.
"Feel good, pup?" Jeb knew the answer as he pointed to my dripping member before taking a strand of my pre cum for his own consumption.
He was just as hard as always, with that massive piercing leading the way. He pulled me close to him and let me take in the stink of his smelly pits, and I sniffed and huffed before beginning to spit clean them.
They were much more potent in scent than his younger brother's and tasted like vinegar. I took long licks and short kisses of his skin and sweat. Filling his pit with my morning breath, saliva, and all of the bodily fluids the three of us had produced. Once I had thoroughly cleaned his left one, I moved over to his right one and continued my work. When he was satisfied that I'd done a good job, Jeb stepped away from me again.
"You're getting good at taking care of a man. That's nice to know. You're a fast learner. How do you feel?" He asked with genuine concern in his voice.
I let him know that I felt terrific. I loved the way my boy-cock looked and felt, all poppered up. My asshole felt full like I had to take a shit, but otherwise, I was happy. And so tired I needed a nap.
"Of course you do, pup. You did good. I'm so proud of you. Let's get you that nap you earned." Jeb said as he grabbed me by my privates and led me out of the toilet.
We did not go upstairs to the loft but instead to the large room downstairs. It was the first time I was spending any time there. The room was big and bright due to the skylight above. There was more of that intense smell of dirty men that I soon learned was coming from the soiled sofa.
It sat in the middle of the room, directly in front of a large 70-inch TV screen. Each white cushion was stained with some sort of bodily fluid. I saw more piss stains and shit streaks like in their bed, but also dried cum on the back pillows. Jeb turned on the TV, and a huge gaping hairy asshole, dripping with cum, greeted my eyes. Of course, porn would be showing.
He sat me down next to him, with me leaning into his body for support. As I slowly drifted into sleep, I saw Jeb wanking his uncut member to a scene of a guy eating out dirty loads of cum, piss, and shit from the first guy's open trench. The guy doing the feltching was moaning and groaning like a pig, feasting on the nasty treat he was lapping up from the prolapsed butthole. I couldn't wait to find out what happened next, but I fell asleep in his arms.
To be continued...