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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 6 by Rim4you
Chapter 1
"I had allota fun these past couple 'a days, Todd. Sure hate ta hafta head on back ta Jackson but ..."
"I know, Beau. I hate to see you go but, like Dad said, you're welcome to fly out to San Diego next week."
"You bet I'll be there! I got vacation time commin' and I aim ta take it, now that I got somethin' ta look forward to."
"Same here."
With that said, Beau hopped in his rig and pulled out for his return trip to Jackson, Mississippi. Dad, Rich and I piled in the car for the trip back to Dad's house in San Diego where we'd hang out until Beau joined us again the following week. From there, Dad planned a trip to Las Vegas for us.
"Cheer up, Todd." Rich said, while I sullenly plopped myself in the back seat. "It'll only be a week and you'll be with Beau again."
"I know." I sighed.
"You and Beau really hit it off from the get-go, huh?" Dad said.
"Yeah, Dad. We did. I can't explain it."
"And they called it puppy love ..." Rich began singing.
"Don't tease him, Rich."
"I'm not, Brad. I've been where he's at now and so have you."
I leaned back in the seat and wondered. My thoughts were of a trucker in a big rig heading east hoping he was wondering too.
Chapter 2
The phone was ringing as we entered Dad's house in San Diego. Dad grinned. I was anxious.
"Todder!"
"Yeah, Dad?"
"It's for you."
"Hello,"
"Hey sexy!"
"Hi Beau! Where are you?"
"I'm in Los Lunas, New Mexico. Thought I'd give ya a holler ta say hey and ... uh ... that I miss ya!"
"I miss you too, Beau. I had so much fun."
"Yeah. Me too. Listen. As soon as I get home I'll book me a flight out ta San Diego, okay?"
"That'd be real swell, Beau."
"Didn't think I was just some fly by night, one nighter, did ya? You make me shine."
"No, Beau. I didn't think that, and ..."
"And what?"
"I really like you ... alot."
"Likewise. I gotta go. I'll call ya again with my flight info, okay?"
"Okay."
"And you keep that ass 'a yours nice 'n dirty for me, ya hear?"
"Oh, I will. I promise."
I hung up the phone with spirits lifted knowing that indeed, Beau wanted to be with me again.
"Feel better now, Todd?" Rich asked.
"Yeah. Alot better. He said he'd call when he gets home with his flight information. It is alright, Dad, if he comes out here, isn't it?"
"Of course it is, Todder!" Dad replied. "I have no problem with it. He's a nice guy. How old is he anyway?"
"Old enough!" Rich said, rubbing his crotch and grinning from ear to ear.
"He's nineteen, Dad."
The rest of the day passed with the three of us just hanging out at the house. Sitting down to dinner that evening, the phone rang again. Dad excused himself and from the sounds of laughter and excitement coming from the livingroom, Rich and I knew something was up.
"Who was that on the phone, Dad?"
"That was your Uncle Joel, Todder!" Dad exclaimed.
"Good ole Uncle Joel!" Rich chimed along, a twinkle in his eye.
I looked at both Rich and Dad with a rather dumb, puzzled look on my face. Was there something they knew that I didn't? This summer vacation was starting off with a bang. One surprise followed another.
"You know my Uncle Joel, Rich?"
"Never met the man, Todd. But from what your Dad tells me, I'd sure as hell like to."
"Huh?" I stuttered.
"I haven't seen or heard from my kid brother in six years aside from Christmas cards." Dad said.
"Last I heard, Dad, Uncle Joel was off to boot camp at Camp Le Jeun."
"Exactly. He joined the marines and you'll never guess where he is now."
"Where?" Rich and I asked, in unison.
"He's here in San Diego on leave and wants to come by the house for a visit."
"When?" I asked. "I haven't seen Uncle Joel in ages."
"He's on his way over now. God! I can't believe it! My kid brother. A marine!" Dad exclaimed."
"How long will he be in San Diego, Brad? Did he say?"
"Indefinitely, Rich. He's been stationed here!"
"That'll be nice." Rich replied.
"Yeah. It will be nice to have family close by. Jeez! I have my son here. My brother's on his way! You're here, Rich and Beau will be coming in a couple of days ..."
"Sounds like party time!" Rich exclaimed.
"I'm excited!" Dad yelled. "Do we have enough beer?"
"You've got two cases in the pantry, Brad, and the fridge is pretty well stocked up."
The rest of dinner was spent with a flury of reminicenses by Dad of his younger brother, Joel. Dad recalled how after Grandma had died, Grandpa had his hands full raising four boys and a girl. As Dad was the eldest, Grandpa relied heavily upon him to look after the younger siblings. Joel was the youngest and at twenty-four, ten years junior to Dad.
Although Joel was still a kid when Dad married Mom, he still kept a watchful eye on his youngest brother. When Mom and Dad started having marital problems and especially after the divorce when Dad moved to California, Joel was basically left to fend for himself.
I wondered, by way of Rich's innuendos, his slight comments, if there was something brewing just beneath the surface. A family secret perhaps that Rich knew about I didn't? My curiousity was peaking.
"Say, Dad ... uh ... about Uncle Joel," I remarked, as we cleared off the table. "Is there something I should ..."
"Some things change, Todder. But not everything." Dad replied.
Chapter 3
Dad answered the knock at the door. Amid the loud cries and hugs of greeting, Rich and I clamored to get a glimpse of my long lost, Uncle Joel.
"Brad! Brad!"
"Joel! Little brother!"
Rich and I watched as the two brothers hugged in a warm embrace and unashamedly kissed each other on the cheek.
"You guys are one affectionate family." Rich whispered, in my ear.
"Yeah! We are at that!" I responded, rather proudly.
In the doorway, towering over Dad's six foot frame, was the man I knew to be my Uncle Joel. He had changed. Alot. From the tall, lanky kid that I remembered, there now stood a man who had filled out quite nicely.
His short, marine buzzed hair, drew attention to his familiar, sparkling, rather deep set, blazing blue eyes. Joel's square jaw dimpled at the chin and his mouth, the full lips drawn back in a big smile, revealed his pearly, white teeth.
His thick neck sat on broad shoulders from which powerful, muscular arms, the biceps of which, clearly visible from the black tank top he wore, were encircled with the blue-black ink of tribal band tattoos. The low scoop of his tank top revealed smoothe, creamy white skin that drew tautly over a chisled chest that rippled with muscle to a washboard stomach. His faded, cut off jeans fit him like a second skin, from his narrow hips over his sculpted thighs. Rising between those powerful legs, a well mounded basket.
I took it all in, every inch of Uncle Joel. From his sandy, blonde hair to his feet encased in Nikes. Indeed, he wasn't the lanky guy I remembered. Not by a long shot.
"Todder!" Uncle Joel's deep voice boomed.
It seemed as though I was doomed forever to my family's colloquial reference to me as 'Todder.' I disliked it but accepted it, matter of factly, as family affection.
"Hi, Uncle Joel!" I replied, stepping forward.
"Todder!" Uncle Joel yelled, again. He wrapped his powerful arms around me, practically squeezing me in his embrace, rocking me from side to side. "It's so good to see you! I can't believe how much you've grown!"
"In more ways than one!" Dad remarked. "And this is my friend, Rich."
"Hi Rich! Glad to meet you!" Uncle Joel said, extending his hand towards Rich, his arm still wrapped around me.
"I've heard alot about you, Joel." Rich said, the two men clasping hands.
"All bad, no doubt!" Uncle Joel replied, with a booming laugh.
"On the contrary. Quite the opposite. The pleasure's all mine."
"God! I can't believe how much you've grown up, Todder!" Uncle Rich exclaimed, his arm still wrapped around my waist as Dad and Rich led us into the livingroom.
"Neither can I, Uncle Joel."
"Hey, Todder! None of this 'uncle' stuff. I'm old enough to be just your big brother like Brad here. I'd appreciate it if you just called me 'Joel.'"
"Okay ... Joel!" I stammered.
We all laughed. Introductions were over and a warm, easy feeling swept over me as the four of us headed towards the livingroom. Outside, through the open patio doors, a cool, gentle breeze whirled. I wondered what this night would bring.
Chapter 4
Rich cranked up the stereo. To the booming bass of Ricky Martin's voice shouting 'She bangs ... she bangs!' and the sound of latin rhythms, looking about the room I noticed that Joel was absent. Dad and Rich had wandered, beer in hand, out onto the patio.
I wandered down the hall, off the livingroom, up a short flight of stairs towards the bathroom. I had to take a piss. The beer, which Dad allowed me to drink provided that it was our secret, had kicked in and I needed to relieve the pressure mounting in my bladder, badly.
At the top of the stairs I rounded the corner and headed towards the bathroom adjacent to the room I occupied. Upon entering, the bathroom was dark except for the soft moonlight that filtered through the large window over the sunken tub. The faint shafts of light fell upon a man, sihloutted against the dappling rays of light, seated upon the toilet. His head, tilted back, rested upon the wall behind him, and his poised, open mouth betrayed his tongue slowly tracing his full lips, softly emitting gentle sighs, which, as I gazed over each curve of his body, from the upraised chin, to the bobbing adam's apple, over the rise and fall of his chest, to his hand, curled around his cock, long and thick, grasping that shaft, his hand slowly, ever so slowly, methodically gliding up and down his rigid pole, knees bent and splayed, his cut off jeans wrapped around his ankles.
Soft moans and gentle groans escaped him as he tossed his head from side to side and his open mouth, contorted, smiling with bliss, spoke, more than words could convey, the tension swelling within him. His chest rose and fell, as did his hand on his shaft sending upward, from his heaving chest, every contour dappled and lightly framed by the cascading moonlight, a soft sigh of pleasure from his lips. Deep and satisfying as he grasped the base of his cock and squeezed and the mushroom head flared and a single, silvery drop of pre-cum emerged from his pisshole, gliding effortlessly down the veiny shaft until it kissed his curled fingers.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh! Oh yeah!" Joel cooed, his body tensing, his back arching, his fingers squeezing his cock, his tongue tracing, wetting his full lips. "Aaaaaahhhhhh!" he sighed, deep and gutteral.
His hand rose, slowly, up the length of his shaft. A wet, slurping sound echoed in the room. The contact of flesh to naked flesh resounded and the obvious pleasure that touch wrought became more and more evident in the smile that spread across his face.
"Joel!" I whispered, hoarsely, my hand groaping and kneading my crotch.
Joel's deep, blue eyes, encircled with long lashes, fluttered open and his gaze met mine. Deep and penetrating it sent a shiver up and down my spine.
"Todder! Hey, buddy!" Joel gasped. "I ... uh ..."
"Joel!" I whispered, again, popping the snaps of my 501's and reaching in to free my aching, throbbing dick. "Uncle Joel!"
"Uh-uh-uh, Todder! What did I tell you?"
"Joel! Joel!" I sighed, cock in hand, as I fell to my knees with a crashing thud and slid towards his muscular, outstreatched legs.
"I'm so horny, Todder! I just had to fuckin' ..."
Finding myself between his powerful thighs I leaned forward towards his rigid shaft and the pendulous balls that hung over the rim of the toilet.
"Ah! Jesus!" Joel moaned, as I pressed my face into his crotch. Into that spot between his ball sack and the base of his thick, oozing cock. "Fuck!"
Flesh contacted flesh. My face to his sweaty, damp groin.
"Joel! Joel!" I muttered, as I breathed the musky aroma of his crotch into my flaring nostrils. It was a pungent fragrance that I detected. A heady scent. The incense of man that filled my head with desire. A tart aroma that sent shockwaves of lust, like electrodes, throughout my body.
"Fuck! Todder!" Joel gasped, at my touch and the warmth of my breath.
I pressed my lips to the warm, damp flesh of my uncle. Sighing, my body trembling, I traced my lips, inch by inch, up his rigid shaft flicking and dartiing my tongue out upon his warm, naked flesh, drawing into my mouth the subtle flavor that dripped from his pisshole and ran down the length of his turgid shaft.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" I moaned and groaned, as my lips made contact with the sensitive underside of the oozing crown of Joel's cock, spreading that warm, clear fluid over my lips.
"Oh, God!" Joel hissed, arching his back, thrusting his pelvis forward and squeezing the base of his dick in a vice grip causing the veins to swell and jut out more prominently. "That feels so fucking good, Todder!"
Sweeping my mouth over the engourged head of my uncle's cock, my tongue probing into the slimey pisshole, Joel entangled his fingers in my hair and drew me more forcefully onto his dick.
"Suck! Suck!" Joel hissed, grinding his crotch upwards, his cock sinking deeper and deeper in my mouth. The massive girth of Joel's dick streatched my mouth as he spirled his tool down my gurgling, gagging throat.
"Suck my cock, bitch!" He yelped, when his dick found the back of my throat and his body tensed. "Suck cock! Suck my jarhead, marine cock!"
"Mmmmmm!" I slurped, choking. Saliva drooling out of the corners of my mouth. "Fuckin' marine dick!"
"Oh, fuck yeah!" Joel moaned. "That's fucking USMC dick you're sucking, Todder! Suck it! Suck it, motherfucker!"
Tears welled up in my eyes as the thick, long cock pistoned in and out of my mouth It tasted so good. Sweaty. Dripping pre-cum in my mouth.
"Fucking your nasty mouth, Todder! Suck! Suck! Suck my dick, man!"
"Give it to me, man!" I choked, slobbering and slurping. "Give me marine cock!"
"Fucking want marine dick down your throat, faggot?"
"Yes!" I hissed.
"You like sucking cock, don't you? Cocksucking slut!"
"Feed me cock, marine!" I yelled.
"Yeah, motherfucker? You want my big fuckrod down your cocksucking throat, man?"
"Fuck yeah! Dick my face, Joel! Fuck!"
"Fucking cunt mouth, fucker! Fucking your cunt-pig mouth, bitch! Fuck! Fuck!"
As I sucked Joel's cock, I ran my hand over his balls and back into the warm, sweaty crack of his ass.
"Ah, fuck man! Joel bellowed. "I know what you're going for. You fucking want my stinky butt!"
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" I sighed, sinking my finger into the warm, moist trench of Joel's ass.
"Fucking cunt!" Joel hollered, when my finger swirled over the moist rosebud of his asshole. "Fucking found my man pussy, huh? My stink, dirty, asshole!"
"Mmmmmm!" I sighed, slurping on his dick and rubbing my finger over his pucker.
"Oh yeah! Finger the marine cunt, man! Finger my nasty, stink manhole, your cocksucking whore!"
I toyed with the swollen, flaring lips of Joel's anal ring. It wrapped itself around my probing finger and sucked it in.
"Fucking bitch!" Joel yelled. "Fucking shithole pig!"
I rammed my finger deeper into the moist, rank hole.
"Fucking slut! Fucking whore!" Joel hollered. "That's my asshole, man! My cunt! My fucking turdhole, Todder! My stinking shit twat!"
"Fuckin' dirty cunt!" I moaned, "all shitty and stinky marine cunt!"
"Ah fuck! Fuck!" Joel sighed, shoving his cock in my mouth and impaling his man pussy on my probing finger. "Streatch that stinkhole, man! Rape my hungry cunt!"
I yanked my finger from the tight asshole and held it under my nose and sniffed deeply as I sucked on Joel's throbbing, juicy cock. The scent of ripe, funky asshole shot up my nose.
"Marine cunt! Marine cunt!" I chanted, delirious with depraved lust, sniffing the brown coated digit I held under my nose. "Fuckin' dirty man pussy! Stink! Stink" I gasped, sucking the stench of Joel's asshole up my flaring nostrils.
"Yeah! Smell my dirty, fucking cunt, Todder! Smell my fucking stink man pussy! Fucking dirty hole, man! Fucking stink, dude! Smell it! Smell it!"
I buried my face into Joel's hairless, musky, sweaty trench. My nose nudged against his gaping, puckering anal ring, breathing with a life all its own. Mesmerized. Hypnotically, I pushed my nose into the inviting oriface and inhaled deeply.
"Fuck! Fuck yeah!" Joel cooed. "Smell my stink, man! Smell my nasty, dirty ass. Todder!"
The foul stench hit me full force. The pungent aroma swirled up my nostrils from the gaping, steamy asshole of my uncle. The tangy fragrance seemed to cling to every hair up my nose so that with every breath I took, the ripe smell of asshole invaded my lungs. It intoxicated me. Overwhelmed me. Overpowered me.
"What do you smell, fucker?"
"I smell fuckin' man pussy! Fuckin' dirty, all american, marine cunt! Shitty and stink!"
"Oh yeah!" Joel whispered, raspily. "You're smelling Lance Corporal Joel Curtis' raunchy fuckhole! That's genuine marine corps cunt you're sniffing, Todder! You like that?"
"Fuck, yes!" I replied, sniffing hungrily, voraciously at the gaping hole.
"Play with my shithole, Todder!"
I hocked a wad of spit onto my fingers. I had never done this before. Instinct seemed to drive me forward. Instinct and lust and the aroma of my uncle's ripe, juicy asshole.
"Aaarrrggghhh! Fuck! Fucking bitch!" Joel panted, as I worked first one, two, three fingeres up his hole. "Godamn!"
Joel ground his twitching, hungry stinkhole onto my probing digits.
"More, fucker!" he gasped. "More!"
"You want more, pig?" I asked, churning three fingers up his asshole.
"Yes! Don't stop. More!" he groaned, his pucker swallowing my fingers and twitching. Twitching for more. "Fucking rape my man pussy!"
A fourth finger slid in.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Joel yelled, squirming. "More! Give it to me, Todder!"
"Tell me what you want, bitch!" I exclaimed.
"Your fist, man! Fucking fist my ass, Todder!"
A little uneasy. A little nervous, afraid of hurting my uncle who moaned and yelped with obvious pain intermingled with pleasure, I curled my fingers together as my thumb found his hungry hole and I pushed my hand forward.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Joel groaned, "Don't stop! Shit! Shit! Feed my pussy, man!"
Slowly, my fingers sunk into his writhing, twitching asshole. Inch by inch each digit disappeared up his warm hole until, to my surprise, wonder and Joel's heavy panting, my hand, up to my wrist, disappeared. His hungry asshole sucking and slurping greedily, my fist.
"Yes! Yes! Todder!" Joel panted, drawing his legs up and scooting lower on the toilet. "Feels so fucking good, man! Fuck me! Fuck me, man!"
I felt my hand sink into the dank cavern of his slopchute, squrming with delight as his filth, his shit, packed around my hand.
"Find something up there you like, Todder? That's your playground, man! Feel my shit, man? Go for it! Dig that shit out of my ass! My shitty ass is all yours, Todder! Oh yeah! Yeah! Fuck!"
As Joel ground his ass back onto my fist, I took delight in the warm, stinky sludge that oozed out of his ass.
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