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The story you are about to read is a work of fiction and deals with graphic sexual practices that some readers may find offensive or objectionable. If the subject matter of incest, scat and watersports is not to your liking or interest, STOP HERE!
On the other hand, if you are at least curious about the seedier side of homosexual fetishes, read on with an open mind.
No character in this story, whether it be seemingly implied, is under any force but consents to the sexual situations engaged in.
Summer Vacation - Part 1 by Rim4you
Prologue
Like so many other kids, I'm the by-product of a marriage gone bad. When my parents split up when I was eight years old, Dad headed for California and Mom and I remained in Wisconsin.
Dad did his part over the years seeing to it that the divorce decree was carried out to the letter. That meant, among other things, that I'd be packed up and boarded on a plane each summer to spend four weeks with my Dad. Something I looked forward to each year as did Dad.
Dad and I got along just great, even during my tumultuous teen-age years. Looking back, now that I'm on my own and at twenty-two, fairly established in a job that I enjoy, I can honestly say that Dad and I have always been and still are, close.
It was during one particular summer vacation that our closeness took on a different meaning and my horizons were definitely broadened. I had just turned sixteen that summer and it would be a summer I'd never forget.
My name is Todd Curtis and this is my story ...
Chapter 1
"Are you all packed, Todd?" Mom asked, as we sat down to dinner.
"Yeah, Mom," I replied. "Everything's cool. I got everything under control."
"Are you excited?"
"Sure am. I always look forward to being with Dad each summer."
"That's good to hear, Todd. Despite the way our marriage ended up, all things said and done, your father is a good man and has always done right by you."
"Yeah! Dad's a cool guy. He and I are tight."
"You mean close?"
"Whatever, Mom. We get along just fine and Dad dosen't hassle me."
"And I do?"
"You know what I mean, Mom."
Mom always got a little apprehensive at this time of year whenever I was about to take my summer vacation with Dad. Especially this summer. Mom and Dad had agreed that I could stay not just for the court ordered four weeks, but for the entire summer. I was walking on air. An entire summer in San Diego, California.
"If you change your mind, Todd ..."
"Huh?"
"I mean, about staying for the whole summer. You can ..."
"No way, Mom! This summer is gonna be great. Dad's got all kinds of neat stuff lined up for he and I this year. I can't wait and besides, I ... uh ... I really miss Dad."
"I know you do, Todd. It's just that I worry. California is so fast paced for a boy your age coming from Wisconsin."
"Sex! Drugs! Rock-n-roll! Yeah baby!" I hollered.
"Todd!" Mom gasped.
"Jeez, Mom! Lighten up. You worry too much."
"That's my job, Todd."
"Keep that up, Mom, and you'll be hittin' the 'Lady Clairol' bottle alot sooner!" I chuckled.
"I already have. Thank you very much!"
"Must not work too good then or you missed a couple of spots!" I cracked up laughing.
"Why you little ..."
"Chill. Chill, Mom. You're gonna miss my teasing you this summer."
"It'll be a welcome relief. The house all to myself and ..."
"Wild orgies every Saturday night, huh?"
"Excuse me. The entire weekend!" Mom laughed. "I can still charm a snake or two."
Mom was seeing a guy. Ted spent some weekends at the house and on some occasions I could hear the moans and groans coming from Mom's bedroom in the wee hours of the night. I guess they figured I would be sound asleep for choosing the middle of the night for their antics.
I knew something was definitely up when Ted's voice would reach a feverish pitch and he'd snarl out a host of obscenities which, at my impressionable and imaginative stage in life, not to mention my raging hormones, I'd find myself lying in bed with a raging hard-on.
What was a turned on teenage guy like me supposed to do with the sounds of grunts, groans and Ted's occasional yelps of "Fuck, baby! Take that cock" coming from the next room? Take matters in hand of course. And gladly too!
I loved my cock and I loved the way it made me feel whenever I jacked off, especially when it was accompanied by the sounds of Ted's fucking my Mom. It was on those occasions that my mind would take me into the depths of dark fantasies and place me in the same room with them. Watching. Learning. Seeing the muscular mounds of Ted's ass cheeks relax and tense as he pistoned his cock in my Mom's cunt.
In this fantasy I became fixated upon Ted's ass. The ample globes of flesh with beads of sweat trickling down his ass trench amidst a swirl of dark hair aroused me. The way those mounds would seemingly spread apart and reveal in that forest of hair, Ted's moist and sometimes puckering asshole. Teasing me. Taunting me. Inviting me to ...
Grabbing my rock hard dick, I'd drop to my knees with a thud and slide across the floor towards the object of my lust and craving. Ted's ass.
Stroking my cock, my piss slit oozing its juices in a clear thread onto the floor, I would hear Ted groan when my lips at last made contact with his sweaty ass cheek.
"What ya doin' back there, faggot? Find something ya want?"
"Yes!" I'd moan, my lips trailing kisses over his muscular butt cheeks. Darting my tongue out I'd savor each droplet of Ted's sweat.
"That's it, boy. Kiss my ass! Lick the sweat off of my ass. Tell me how much you love my ass, fag boy!"
"I love your ass, Ted. Your ass deserves to be kissed and worshipped by a worthless faggot like me!"
"You know your place, don't you, fag boy?"
"Yes, sir! I'm the servant of your ass."
At this point in my fantasy, Mom would vanish and it would be Ted and I, alone.
"You really like kissin' and lickin' my sweaty ass, don't you, faggot?"
"Yes, sir! Your sweaty ass tastes so good to me."
"Well, fag boy, I'm gonna make sure you appreciate all that a man's ass has to offer."
"Please, sir!"
"Please what?"
"Make me appreciate your ass."
Ted cocked his head back. His piercing blue eyes met mine and a nasty grin spread across his face. Slowly he rose from his kneeling position on the bed. Getting off of the bed he rose to his full height of six feet. His ass, still trickling with sweat and my saliva jutted just inches away from my face. The motion of his arm, back and forth, told me that Ted was stroking his cock.
"You want my ass that bad, fag boy?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Whaddya wanna do with my ass, faggot?"
"Anything you ask, sir!"
"You sure 'bout that?"
"Yes, sir!"
In my excited frame of mind, I'd surrender to anything, no matter how perverted or disgusting. My cock became my mind and it throbbed, tingled and oozed its desires sending waves of lust throughout my entire body.
"We'll see, fucker!" Ted snarled, slowly turning around.
"Sir!" I gasped, gazing upward and taking in the perfectly toned body towering above me whose hand was slowly stroking a piece of meat any man would be proud of. The hefty tool, nestled in a swirl of dark hair was long, thick and veiny with a bulbous, mushroom head. The piss slit was rather large and as Ted manipulated his engourged cock head between his fingers, the pisshole spread open wide and a large pearl of pre-cum began to emerge.
"Open your mouth, faggot?"
Without further coaxing I opened my mouth wide.
"Stick out your tongue!"
I thrust my tongue out as far as it would go.
"Want some of this cock juice, faggot?"
"Uh-huh," I muttered.
"What was that, fag boy? I didn't hear you."
"Yes, sir. I want your cock juice!"
"As much as you want my ass, fag boy?"
"Yes, sir. I want your cock juice as much as I want your ass, sir."
As Ted squeezed the head of his dick, the pearldrop of pre-cum oozed out of his pisshole and dripped onto my tongue. I moaned as Ted continued squeezing more juice onto my tongue.
"Ya like that, fag boy? Havin' a man slime your tongue with cock snot?"
"Yes, sir! More, sir. Please!"
"You want more, faggot? You want all my pisshole has to offer?" Ted sneared.
"Please, sir."
"Fuckin' toilet aren't you, fag boy? Are all you fag whores fuckin' toilet boys?"
"I'll be whatever you want me to be, sir!"
"Yeah?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Gonna be my fuckin' toilet boy?"
"Yes, sir! I'll be your toilet. The slave to your filth. Make me your fuckin' sewer!"
"You're a nasty fucker, huh, fag boy?"
"Yes, sir! I want to be your nasty boy!"
"That's a good fag boy!" Ted sighed, as he grasped my head between his hands and began to slide his cock down my throat.
The taste of his pre-cum swirled wihin my mouth.
"Yeah! Suck on my nasty cock, fag boy! Suck! You know how dirty us construction guys' cocks can get. All that sweat, grundge, piss and cock snot. Yeah, suck! Suck my dick, faggot! Taste good?"
"Mmmmmm!" I moaned, hungrily slurping on his tool, saliva drooling out of the corners of my mouth as my hand flew up and down my hard dick.
"Suck that dirty dick, boy! Suck it good! You got a man's dick in your fuckin' pig mouth! No tellin' what kind of dirty hole my cock's been in. Suck! Suck! Suck!"
My head bobbed up and down Ted's mammoth shaft. As my throat muscles relaxed, more cock slid down my throat and my nose buried itself into the pungent forest of Ted's pubic hair. The aroma I detected was man. Pure man.
I swirled my hands over the mounds of Ted's sweaty ass as I sucked furiously on his cock.
"Yeah! Play with my ass, fag boy! Pull those cheeks apart and play with my fuckin' dirty asshole! Fuckin' pig!"
I trailed one of my fingers into the hairy, damp cleft. I paused and swirled my finger in circular motions around Ted's pucker. It was moist. From sweat I wondered or the escape of his anal juices? It felt slimey to the touch. Nasty.
"Found my dirty hole, huh, faggot?"
"Yes, sir!" I gasped, releasing Ted's cock from my mouth and seeing my saliva dripping off of it. His turgid cock jerked and throbbed.
"Play with my shithole, fag boy! Finger my manhole!"
As my mouth engulfed Ted's cock once more, in like manner Ted's slimey, anal ring began swallowing my finger into the depths of his warm, nasty oriface.
"Like having your finger up my shithole, boy?"
I nodded my approval, moaning and slurping on Ted's dick.
"Nasty up there, ain't it?"
"Yes, sir!" I gasped.
"Might even find some shit up there too!"
"I hope so, sir!"
"Yeah, fucker! You and your Mom seem to enjoy my dirty ass! She loves my hole all nasty and stinky! Wonder if it runs in the family? I bet your Dad would enjoy my stinkhole too!"
The thought of my Dad with a finger up some guy's ass, Ted's even, excited me even more.
"I'm sure he would, sir!"
"Bet you'd like to fuck with your Dad's shitter too, huh, faggot?"
"Yes, sir. I would."
"Bet he's got a big dick and nice ass like me too, huh?"
"I wouldn't know, sir!" I responded, sinking my finger deeper into Ted's slop chute, churning what I perceived to be his shit. "I've never seen my Dad naked, sir."
"But you want to, don't you?"
"Yes, sir!"
"You wanna get nasty with him too, don't ya, fag boy?"
"I'd like that, sir."
"Looks like I'll have to get you primed up for Daddy then."
"Sir?"
This was a step my fantasies had never ventured into before. The sounds of heavy fucking and the groans of dirty talk coming from the next room only served to heighten my own arousal and pleasure as I lay in bed stroking my cock and fingering my asshole. The idea of being with Dad in the manner I was fantasizing with Ted, to say the least, got me curious. My mind began to sink further into the world of depravity.
"Ease your finger outta my asshole, boy! Nice and slow."
Slowly. Relunctantly, I withdrew my finger.
"What's that on your finger, faggot?"
"It's shit, sir!"
"Whose shit?"
"It's your shit, sir."
"Like havin' my shit on your finger, boy?"
"Yes, sir. I do."
I gazed at my finger. It was heavily coated with Ted's fudge.
"What are you gonna do about that dirty finger of yours, fag boy?"
"Whatever you want me to do with it, sir," I responded, gazing up at him.
"Smell it!" Ted snarled.
I raised my finger to my nostrils and took a deep whiff. The ripe, pungent stench swirled up my nose. I had sniffed my own butt stink many times before and the aroma always excited me.
"Whaddya smell, fag boy?"
"I smell your shit, sir!"
"Smell good?"
"It smells very good, sir! I love the way your shit smells on my finger."
"Yeah? Perhaps you'd like to get a good whiff right at the source, huh?"
"May I, sir?"
"Beg for it, pig?"
"Please, sir! May I smell your asshole, sir!"
"Why do you want to smell my dirty asshole, faggot?"
"Because I'm your nasty, slut boy, sir! I want to be your toilet, sir!"
"Fuckin' pig!" Ted snarled, as he turned around and bent over. Grasping each cheek with his hand he pulled his butt cheeks apart revealing his hairy trench and his gaping asshole. "Fuckin' like starin' at my shithole, boy?"
"Oh God, yes, sir!" I gasped, pulling on my cock and sniffing my dirty finger.
"Well get your fuckin' pig nose on my hole, boy! Smell my stink, faggot! Make your face smell like asshole."
I lunged forward and brought my nose to Ted's dirty pucker. I took in breath after deep breath of his stench.
"Whaddya smell, fag boy?" Ted growled, as he grinded his ass on my face.
"I smell your asshole, sir! I smell your dirty ass. I smell your shit!"
"Gettin' off on my stinky butt, huh?"
"It smells so good, sir! So fucking good!"
"Kiss it, faggot! Kiss my fuckin' nasty shithole!"
I pressed my lips to the slimey, brown smudged oriface and kissed it.
"Kiss that ass good, boy!" Ted hollered. "Get that shit taste in your fuckin' mouth!"
I parted my lips and ran my tongue over the circular ring of Ted's asshole. The foul stench wafted up my nostrils as my tongue probed Ted's gaping, dirty hole, sweeping into my mouth tid-bits of what I knew to be his shit.
The reeking fudge filled my mouth with a bitter, tangy flavor. I moaned with lust at what I was doing and craved for more.
"Oh yeah!" Ted moaned. "Daddy's gonna enjoy having his stinky hole cleaned by his boy after he takes a dump each day! Eat my ass, faggot! Clean that shitty hole! Fuckin' taste good?"
"Yes, sir! Your shitty hole tastes good, sir!"
"Fuckin' gonna make you my shit eatin' slut boy! You'd like that, faggot, wouldn't you?"
"Oh yes, sir! I'd love to eat your shit, sir!"
"You will, boy. In good time. Fuckin' pig whore! But for now your gonna have to make do with residue."
"Thank you, sir!"
"Still got that shit on your finger, fag boy?"
"Yes, sir."
"Ready to clean it off?"
"Yes, sir! Can I suck on my shitty finger so I can taste your shit, sir?"
"Not so fast, pig! We gotta rinse it off first."
"Sir?"
Ted straightened himself up and turned around to face me.
"You're one dirty motherfucker! Fuckin' face all streaked up with shit. Droolin' brown spit. Fuck, fag boy, you smel like a fuckin' outhouse! You fuckin' stink! You need a fuckin' shower!"
My balls were aching to release its pent up jizz. The smell of Ted's asshole on my face and the taste of his shit in my mouth was bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
"Don't you fuckin' cum yet, fag boy! I'm not done with you yet!"
"I'll try not to, sir!"
"I think you need a good shower first."
Ted slapped his cock across my face. "Oh yeah! A nice warm shower!"
"Am I dirty, sir?"
"Not dirty enough, boy! But you sure do stink!"
"Thank you, sir."
"You can thank me after I've hosed you down, faggot!"
Ted took a step back and waved his cock in front of my face. His low hanging balls swayed in unison.
"Bring that shitty finger of yours up to your face, fag boy!"
I obeyed and was treated to the stench of Ted's butt slop once more. The first spurt of golden nectar hit me on the forehead and ran down the bridge of my nose and dropped upon my outstreatched tongue. It was followed by a forceful stream of rancid, warm piss which Ted directed over my face and into my mouth.
"Swallow it, pig!" Ted shouted.
I gulped and opened my mouth for more. Ted obliged. Waving his dick in the air he soaked my body with his piss.
"Now suck on that shitty finger, faggot, while I jack off on your fuckin' pig face!"
I rammed my nasty, shit coated finger into my piss filled mouth and sucked as Ted's balls slapped against my chin as he pulled on his cock.
"Fuckin' taste my piss and shit, fag boy! Fuckin' gonna pop my load all over your motherfuckin' toilet, pig face!"
Ted arched his back and threw his head back. In one quick jerk he flung his head forward and hocked a wad of spit into my open mouth.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Ted screamed, as his nut sack tightened and his cum flew out of his piss slit and splattered all over my face. "Fuckin' shootin' my spunk, faggot! Fuckin' creamin' your stink face, pig! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
At the same time my balls squirmed and a geyser of cum flew out of my dick into the air. I thrashed about milking every last drop of cum out of my cock.
"Todd! Todd! Are you awake? We have to be at the airport in a couple of hours."
"I'm up, Mom!" I hollered, throwing the blanket over me just in case she opened the door to my room.
"Your Dad just called and he's all excited about you coming."
I grinned. That made the two of us. If fantasy could become reality, I'd have it made in the shade.
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