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The following story deals with watersports, incest and scat. If you find this subject matter offensive or if you are under the age of eighteen, STOP HERE!
Stink Boy by Rim4you
Prologue
By the time I was fourteen years old and puberty was raging, a simple handjob to ease the tension throbbing between my legs just didn't seem to be enough. I wanted more. My fantasies seemed to become more and more depraved everytime I took my cock in hand and stroked.
Little did I know that on that hot August day in 1994 that my dark fantasies would begin to take a turn towards reality.
My name is Kyle and this is my story ...
Chapter 1
My brother, Scott, who was sixteen at the time, and I always enjoyed the two weeks during the summer when we'd load up the van and along with Dad, head up to our cabin in the mountains of Colorado.
Dad considered this time as quality time with his sons to rough it up and just be guys and not confined to Mom's stringent rules of behavior and etiquette. Too, it gave Mom some peace and quiet to have the house all to herself for two weeks. Scott and I weren't exactly the prim and proper gentlmen she desired but rather loud, boisterous and rowdy as most teenage boys are.
"Are you guys sure you have everything?" Mom asked, as she gave each of us a peck on the cheek as we scampered into the van.
"Yep! We're all set, dear." Dad replied. "You ready guys?"
"Yeah, Dad!" Scott and I hollered.
"Well, let's get this show on the road then."
With shouts of "see you later, Mom," Dad pulled the van out of the driveway and we were off, whooping and hollering.
Somehow I had this feeling that this particular summer vacation was going to be special. I couldn't pinpoint it. I just knew.
Chapter 2
"You guys getting hungry?"
"I am, Dad."
"You're always hungry, Kyle!"
"I'm a growing boy, Scott. I'm an eating machine."
"And I'm the studmaster!" Scott said, busting out laughing and grabbing his crotch. "Wanna whopper to eat, Kyle?"
Dad rolled his eyes and grinned. With Scott one never knew what would come out of his mouth next.
"I got you beat, Scotty." Dad said, with a loud laugh.
"How's that, Dad?"
"I gotta whopper with cheese!" Dad replied.
"You guys are sick," I said, leaning over the front seat from my position in the back. "But a whopper with cheese does sound good, Dad."
"Well, have at it, Kyle!" Dad said, spreading his legs and laughing hysterically.
"Good one, Dad!" Scott shrieked, slapping his thigh.
"And how do you guys know that I don't have the both of you beat? I just might have a double whopper!"
"Wishful thinking, little brother, but I know you ain't got cheese!"
Another round of hysterical laughter. This time from all three of us. In my mind this innocent banter with its lewd references to cock was exciting me. Wasn't it one of my newly discovered fantasies?
"There's a small town not far up ahead," Dad said, "and I know there's a Burger King there. We can grab a bite to eat there."
"Home of the whopper!" I squealed.
"With cheese!" Dad hollered.
"And nice buns!" Scott chirped, leaning forward and reaching behind himself and rubbing his ass.
"Mom would have our heads on the chopping block," I said, "if she heard or saw us now."
"Which head are you talking about, Kyle?" Dad asked, laughing uncontrollably.
"Dad!"
As we pulled into the parking lot of Burger King, Dad honked the horn and thrust his head out of the window.
"Jeff! Hey Jeff!"
The man turned around, smiled and waved. It was Dad's fishing buddy, Jeff Anderson. He and Dad went to high school together and then enlisted in the Marine Corps together. They even looked alike and alot of people mistook them for brothers.
Both Jeff and Dad were about the same height with dark brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. Their muscular, well toned and defined physiques made the women swoon wherever they went and they took every opportunity, away from their wives, to show it off too.
"The Bobsie twins!" I chuckled.
"Correction, Kyle. More like Chip-n-Dale!" Scott said.
"As in the calendar hunks?"
"You got that right."
I had to agree with Scott. Jeff and Dad were like two peas in a pod.
"Rob! What brings you and the boys out this way?"
"All jock and no brains!" I whispered in Scott's ear.
"Isn't that always the case, Kyle?"
Scott and I laughed.
"We're heading up to the cabin for a couple of weeks, Jeff," Dad replied, as his friend approached the van. "I thought I told you."
"You did, Rob. I just thought it was next week," Jeff said. "I broke away for the weekend to get in some fishing. Got my camping gear with me. Thought I'd really rough it up."
"Your welcome to bunk with us," Dad said.
"I don't want to intrude, Rob."
"Is it okay with you guys?" Jeff said, looking at Scott and I. "I know your annual trip to the cabin is something special for you boys and your Dad."
"The more the merrier!" Scott replied.
"Great!" Dad said. "Let's get a bite to eat and head out."
"Sounds like a plan to me," Jeff responded. "I could go for a couple of whoppers with cheese."
At that, Dad, Scott and I busted out laughing.
"What'd I say wrong?" Jeff asked, scratching his head, looking dumbfounded.
"You don't want to know, Jeff!" Dad said, getting out of the van and clasping his hand on Jeff's shoulder.
But I wanted to know.
Chapter 3
It was shortly after two o'clock in the afternoon when the four of us arrived at the cabin. The cabin stood shrouded in trees and from its vantage point commanded a sweeping view of the lake. It had originally belonged to Grandpa John, who built it, but when he passed away he willed it to Dad.
"I love it up here!" Dad sighed. "This is where my Dad and I got to be close."
"How close, Dad?" Scott asked.
"Real close, Scott. This is the kind of place where a father and son get to know each other well. Far removed from the hustle and bustle of the city where everything is simpler. Your Grandpa John used to bring Jeff and I up here every summer."
"We had some good times up here, didn't we, Rob?"
"We sure did, Jeff, and now I can share that with Kyle and Scott."
"Well, you guys can walk down memory lane," I said. "Scott and I wanna go swimming."
"Skinny dippin'!" Scott hollered.
"Jeez, Rob! They sound just like us when we were their age!" Jeff said, shaking his head.
"Hold on, guys!" Dad hollered, as Scott and I scampered towards the trail leading down to the lake. "First we unpack the van then the two of you can go skinny dippin'!"
We hauled all of our gear into the cabin and put things up. Scott and I literally throwing our stuff into the room we'd share. Dad and Jeff had to share the second bedroom.
"You guys coming?" I asked, as Scott and I grabbed some towels and bolted for the door.
"You guys unpacked already?" Dad asked.
"Ah, let 'em go, Rob! They're anxious to go swimming. They can unpack later."
"Go on ahead, boys. We'll be down in a little bit after we get squared away here. If not we'll probably be at the fishing spot."
"Later then!" Scott yelled, as my brother and I made a mad dash towards the trail leading down to the lake.
Halfway down the trail, Scott yanked off his shirt, revealing his well chisled chest. Muscular and defined for his age. I dropped back a bit, taken by his well shaped buns encased in his tight fitting jogging shorts, knowing that in a few minutes he'd be shedding those too. My heart began to race and my cock started to tingle as my mind began to play out one of my depraved fantasies.
Arriving at the bank of the lake, its prisine water glistening and dappling with the sun's rays, Scott pulled his shorts off. In that instant of motion, bending over slightly to take his shorts off, I was greeted with the sight of my brother's full, ample mounds of ass flesh, the crack of his ass swirling with a forest of dark hair. Kicking off his sneakers, Scott headed for the cool water and turned around.
"Come on, Kyle!" He hollered. "Get naked and come on in. The water feels great!"
Scott stood in water about ankle deep. I gulped, swallowing hard, gawking at my brother's nakedness. Tentatively, I pulled my t-shirt off.
"What's the matter, Kyle? Embarrassed? It's just us for God's sake!" Scott hollered, his legs spread wide with his hands on his hips. "We're so far in the boonies nobody's gonna see us!"
"It's not that, Scotty!" I hollered back.
I looked at my brother absorbing every inch of him. His thick, long, light brown hair swirled like a lion's mane over his broad shoulders. His sculpted chest, matted with a fine growth of hair, trailed down in a perfect V shape to his washboard stomach and trim waist. His muscular thighs seemed to stand gurad alongside what hung between his legs.
My brother's cock was long, thick and veiny with a perfectly shaped mushroom head. Mother Nature had equipped him well. Suspended below his flacid dick were two beautiful orbs of hairy balls of which the waters of the lake seemed to lap and lick at.
I could feel my cock springing to life at the sight of my brother!
"You're poppin' a boner, aren't you Kyle?"
"Kinda!" I hollered. "Don't tease me, Scott!"
"It's okay, Kyle. Shit happens."
I turned my back to Scott and untied my sneakers and stepped out of them. A strange feeling came over me. A feeling that Scott was standing there watching me strip. A feeling that excited me. Hooking my thumbs in my shorts I slowly pulled them down and stepped out of them.
"Oh baby!" Scott hollered and whistled. "Take it off! Take it all off!"
"Scotty!" I practically whined, my back still turned towards him, embarassed yet excited all at once.
"Sorry, Kyle!" Scott yelled back.
Slowly I turned around. Our eyes met in a steady gaze. I walked towards the water's edge, my rock hard cock bobbing with every step I took.
"Fuck!" Scott gasped, as I waded into the lake towards him, my eyes riveted upon his. "Jeez, Kyle!"
"What?" I said, nonchalantly reaching down and wrapping my hand around my dick. "See something you like, big brother?"
Scott's mouth fell open and he nodded his head. Approaching my brother I sunk down to my knees in the cool, refreshing water. My eyes on a level with his dick which jerked and slowly began to rise. Tossing my head back so that my long hair swirled upon the water's surface, I gazed upwards into my brother's deep blue eyes and opened my mouth.
Scott's body trembled as he placed his hands on my shoulders.
"Kyle!" My brother whispered.
Chapter 4
"Shouldn't one of us go get the boys?" Jeff said. "They've been gone for almost two hours now. We need to get supper going."
"Well, we did say we'd join them, Jeff."
"Skinny dippin'! Remember when we used to do that, Rob?"
"Yeah. So what's stopping us now, Jeff?"
"Nothin', my friend. Not a fuckin' thing!"
Jeff turned from the grill he was preparing for the steaks he was going to cook for supper and grabbed Rob by the waist.
"Anxious aren't you, Jeff?"
"Do you have any idea how long its been, Rob? Fuck! I need you, man!"
"But the boys, Jeff."
"You said so yourself. This is the place where a father and son get to know one another. Remember? And isn't this where you got to know your father and I as well?"
"Yeah, Jeff, but ..."
"But what, Rob?"
"Scotty. Kyle. They're my boys!"
"All the more reason to know them the way your Daddy knew you and me."
"But what if they aren't ... you know."
"I think they are, Rob. Haven't you noticed Kyle and the way he looks at Scott?"
"Yeah. But ..."
"He adores his big brother, Jeff. Your Daddy picked that signal up from the way we looked at one another. We didn't turn out so bad."
"I know. I know, Jeff."
"I've been looking at Kyle for quite some time now, Rob. There's a stink boy if ever there was one!"
"What do you mean, Jeff?"
"I can't put my finger on it exactly, Rob, but I just know that he wants what you and I enjoy. We have your Dad to thank for that."
"You're so sure?"
"Oh yeah!"
"But then there's Scott."
"Trust me, Rob. If I know Scott, he's enticing his brother as we speak!"
In Rob's mind there flashed back the antics in the van. The references Scott made to the 'whopper.' Was Scott setting things up, Rob wondered?
Jeff drew Rob towards him. Spinning him around the two former Marines faces each other. Jeff lowered his head and the two men kissed deeply. Full lips met. Mouths clamped. Tongues swirled. Probing. Searching. Muscular bodies slammed against one another. Swelling crotches grinded. Hands roamed. Gropped and searched.
"Fuck!" Jeff gasped, as he slid his hand down the back of his buddy's jeans into the moist, sweaty crack of Rob's muscular ass. "Give me your stink! I want your fuckin' stink, Rob!"
Chapter 5
"Kyle!" Scott gasped, as I flicked my tongue along the sensitive underside of my brother's flaring, mushroom cockhead.
"Mmmmmm!" I moaned, as my tongue swirled forward towards his pisshole and my spit mingled with his oozing pre-cum. The cool waters of the lake lapped around my shoulders as I licked the head of my brother's cock savoring the deliciousness of Scott's dick juice. "Mmmmmm!"
Scott thrust his hips slightly forward and gently ran his fingers through my hair. I wrapped my warm, wet lips around the flaring hed of my brother's cock and nursed at his oozing piss slit. Sucking. Jabbing my tongue into the opening in his cock. Moaning as the flavor of Scott's dick filled my mouth.
"Suck! Suck my cock, Kyle!" Scott whispered, as the water lapped at his balls and my tongue swirled over his cock head drawing inch by thick, veiny inch of his shaft deeper into my mouth and tickling the back of my throat.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" I groaned, as my head bobbed up and down my brother's shaft. I delighted in the sweaty, heady aroma of his crotch as on the downward stroke I bureied my nose in his pubic hair and took a deep breath.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Scott sighed, as he began pistoning his ever stiffining shaft in and out of my mouth. "Suck my cock, Kyle! Suck my dick! It feels so fuckin' good, little brother! Don't stop! Please don't fuckin' stop."
I ran my hands up and down my brother's beefy calves beneath the water. I could feel his trembling. Slowly, my hands broke the surface and caressed the back of his thighs swirling upwards towards the mounds of his ass. Feeling Scott's muscular globes I kneaded them over and over. Massaging them. Pulling them apart and sinking my fingers into the sweaty, hairy cleft, all the while drawing his thick, hard cock deeper and deeper down my throat.
"Kyle!" Scott groaned, as my fingers found and toyed with his mancunt. His asshole. His moist pucker. "Fuck! What are you doing to me, you little fucker?"
"Mmmmmm!" I moaned, as I darted my finger in circular motions around his manhole. His juicy, hairy man pussy.
"I'm dirty back there, Kyle!" Scott sighed, as he ground his ass onto my probing finger. "My ass is stink and raunchy, Kyle!"
"Fuck yeah!" I gasped, taking a breath of air and clamping my mouth more firmly around Scott's rock hard cock.
"Finger my asshole, fucker!
I rammed my finger deep into my brother's mancunt.
"Fuck! Fuck yeah!" Scott cried out, grabbing my head and ramming his cock down my throat. "You nasty fucker! Finger my asshole, Kyle! Suck my cock! Yeah, little brother! Dig for my shit! Suck the piss outta my cock, man! Yeah! Oh yeah!"
The deeper I probed up Scott's asshole, the more my finger sunk into a warm substance. My brother's shit. His slop. His waste. His brown fudge packing around my finger.
"You fuckin' pig!" Scott hollered, as I sunk a second and then a third finger up his mancunt which oozed his butt slop. "You shit slut pig! You're a fuckin' stink boy aren't you, Kyle? Turd suckin' faggot, huh?
"Yes!" I gasped, pulling off of Scott's dick. Yanking my fingers out of my brother's ass I rubbed his filth over my lips and sniffed his stink.
"Smear that shit on my cock, fucker!" Scott yelled. "Yeah! Rub that stink all over my big cock!
I ran my brown coated finges up and down Scott's shaft painting his white cock a smelly chocolate brown.
"Now smell my cock, stink boy! Smell it and suck it! Clean that shitty cock off!"
As I smeard my brother's cock with his shit I sucked his shaft, smeling and tasting his raunch.
"Oh yeah, motherfucker! Suck my dirty, stink cock! Suck my shitty dick, stink boy! Suck! Suck!"
As I sucked Scott's cock and smelled the rancid stink of his asshole on his cock, I perceived a new flavor filling my mouth. A tangy, warm gush splashing against the back of my throat.
"Fuckin' toilet bitch! That's what you are, Kyle!"
"Yes!" I replied, gurgling as Scott's warm piss stream cascaded down my throat mingling the combined flavors of piss and shit down my greedy, hungry oriface.
"Fuckin' slop whore! Motherfuckin' stink boy! Toilet fag slut!" Scott screamed, pounding his pissing cock down my throat. "Eat my shit, Kyle! Drink my fuckin' piss!"
On the hilltop above us, another scene was unfolding.
"Oh yeah, Jeff! Rape my motherfuckin' shitty hole, man! Fuck me! Fuck me, man! Fuck the shit outta my man pussy! Give it to me nasty like my boys!!
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