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The following story deals with incest, watersports and scat. If this is offensive to you or if you are under the age of eighteen, STOP HERE!
The Journey (Part 4) By Rim4you
Chapter 7
September 10, 1996
What a summer! Dad and I couldn't keep our hands off of each other. It was sex, sex and more sex!
Dad bought me special gifts during the course of that summer. He still surprises me today! In August he bought us matching cockrings with studs. A week later he came home with black, leather collars with studs to match our cockrings. Then came the ball streatchers and to top it all off, tit clamps with a chain suspended from the clamps so we could yank on them. Pain with pleasure. Pleasure with pain! Did I mention the cat-o'-nine tails, the riding crop and paddle?
We did odd things too, using things found around the house. Like the day we took shoestring, tied them around our balls and to the other end suspended a brick to weight down and tug at our aching nuts! What a trip that was!
Dad also introduced me to a little bottle. A brown bottle that when I took a snort from it, my eyeballs rolled back in my head and I didn't give a fuck what happened next!
Labor Day weekend was to see something new. An added twist to our already perverted minds. It began with a phone call during the week preceding the holiday weekend.
"Hello."
"Philip?"
"Yes. This is he."
"Hi, buddy!" came the voice on the other end. A man's voice. "It's Uncle Brian! Remember me?"
"Uncle Brian!" I shouted. "How are you?" I was full of enthusiasm and curiousity from what Dad had told me about he and his brother.
"It's been a long time, Philip. Gosh! I haven't seen you since you were about five-years-old! You sound so grown up now!"
"Yeah! Well I am in more ways than one, Uncle Brian. I'm twelve now!"
"I remember when I was twelve, Philip. I went through so many changes!"
"Yeah? Like what?"
"You know. Stuff. Puberty and all that!"
"Oh! That stuff! Yeah! Me too!" I giggled.
"So! You're becoming a man, are you?"
"Geez, Uncle Brian! That happened a couple weeks before my twelvth birthday!"
"What?!"
"When did you become a man, Uncle Brian?"
"Uh ... Philip!"
"Am I too nosey? That is what you asked me, wasn't it?"
"Well ... uh ... yeah."
"So! Fair is fair, Uncle Brian!"
"Geez, Philip! I didn't get my first nut until I was almost fourteen!"
"What?" I almost shouted. "Late bloomer, huh?"
"I guess so."
"Who are you talking to, son?" Dad interjected.
"Uncle Brian!" I answered.
"Brian? Is that really him?"
"Yeah, it is. Wanna talk to him, Dad?"
"You bet I do!" Dad gasped.
"Talk with you later, Uncle Brian. Dad's anxious to talk to you!"
"I love you, Philip!"
"Love you too. Hold on, here's Dad!"
"Brian! Little brother!" Dad shouted, his face all smiles.
I wanderd off to the kitchen and fixed myself a ham sandwich. After eating, I returned to the livingroom. Dad was still on the phone but I noticed something different. From the back, Dad's arm seemed to be moving back and forth. A motion as if he were pulling on something.
I quietly walked up behind him. Not touching him I leaned forward to see what he was doing.
Dad hand yanked the front of his shorts down under his balls and was stroking his big cock! I looked up at him and smiled. He looked down at me and grinned.
I was curious as to what my Uncle Brian and Dad were talking about. I couldn't resist. I knelt down behind Dad and hooked my fingers onto the waistband of his nylon jogging shorts. In one swift motion I yanked them down to his ankles and stared at the lucious, inviting mounds of his muscular, hairy, ample bubble butt!
"The little fuck!" Dad uttered, stepping out of his shorts and kicking them aside, "he's pulled my shorts down!"
I reached up with my hands and massaged Dad's voluptuous ass. I kneaded them.
"He's feelin' my ass up, Brian!"
Dad spread his legs and bent forward, leaning on the back of the sofa. His ass cheeks spread. Within the cleft, amidst a forest of dark hair, I could see his pucker.
I leaned forward and pressed my nose against his asshole and took a deep breath. His hole was moist and sweaty and the smell! So ripe! So tart! So robust! I reached down to my dick, tucked away in my levis, and squeezed.
"He's sniffin' my fuckin' dirty ass right now, Brian!"
Dad reached over and hit the speakerphone button. Uncle Brian's raspy voice rung out.
"Fuck! Is he really smellin' your buttstink, Chris?"
"Yes he is, little brother! And lovin' every nasty whiff he gets!"
"Fuckin' hot!" Uncle Brian groaned. "Smell his ass, Philip! Smell your Dad's fuckin' dirty ass the way I used to! Fuck!"
I moaned as I heard my Uncle's gutteral voice and rubbed my face into Dad's sweaty, smelly ass trench.
"Did Uncle Brian really smell you ass, Dad?" I gasped out loud.
"Yeah buddy!" came the voice over the phone. "After football practice your Dad would come home and grind his dirty, sweaty ass on my face and I'd smell his stink! His fuckin' dirty buttstink!"
"Smell my nasty ass, Philip! Smell it for your Uncle Brian!"
"Uncle Brian!" I yelled.
"Yeah fucker! Talk to me, Philip! Tell me what you smell!"
"I smell ... fuck! ... I smell a dirty bitch's ass in heat! I smell shit! God-damn! Dad hasn't wiped his ass! It's so stink, Uncle Brian! So fuckin' dirty and stink!"
"Yeah! Smell your Dad's stink for me, Philip! I miss sniffin' his dirty, raunchy fuckhole! He likes to have his filthy ass fucked too, Philip!"
"He does?" I almost shouted.
"Yeah, Philip! He likes to have the shit fucked right outta him!"
"I haven't taken him that far yet, Brian!"
"What the fuck are you waiting for, Chris? You love to have your dirty ass fucked! Rough and hard! Philip!"
"Yes?"
"Fuck his ass! Shove your cock up his fuckin' pig ass! Do it! Just slam it up there! He loves it!"
I stood up. My cock was rock hard and Dad was bent over the sofa in a position on a level with me. I looked at his asshole. It was quivering with anticipation. I reached down and lubed my cock with my pre-cum. I took aim and lunged forward.
"Ah fuck! Fuck!" Dad yelled. "The fuckin' kid just slamed his big dick up my shittty ass, Brian! Fuckin' bitch! Fuckin' son-of-a-fuckin'-bitch!
"Ride that ass, Philip! Fuck his juicy man cunt! Fuck him! Pound his ass! Fuck him dirty!" Uncle Brian hollered.
"Fuckin' like that, don't you, Dad? You fuckin' shit slut! You like havin' your boy fuck your stinkin', dirty ass! Talk to me bitch!" I screamed.
"Yeah! Oh fuck yeah! Rape my mother-fuckin' asshole, son! Fuck your Daddy's dirty butthole! Fuck me nasty you little whore!"
"Fuck him, Philip! Fuck his ass! He loves it. He loves to bet fucked! He can't get enough of cock up his raunchy ass!"
This was all new to me. Up until now, Dad and I had only fingered each other's dirty assholes. Now my cock was pounding, fucking his ass! This was the ultimate blowjob! Having cock sucked by asshole! Dirty asshole to boot!
"Fuck me! Fuck my stinking, dirty ass, boy!" Dad hollered.
With each thrust, Dad bucked his ass back to swallow each and every of my seven inches!
"Pound that ass, Philip!" Uncle Brian's voice shouted over the phone, "Fuck my brother! Fuck him for me!"
"Ah shit, Brian! He's tearin' up my asshole, the little fuck! He's fuckin' rippin' my shithole apart just the way you used to!"
"It's his first time fucking, Chris!" Brian bellowed, "Let him rape your ass! You know you like it rough!"
"Jesus!" Dad cried out. "It feels so good, Brian! Wish you were fucking me too!"
"I will, Chris! I'll fuck your ass real soon! Philip?"
"Yeah?" I shouted back.
"Ride your Daddy's ass for me! You're fucking him for me right now! Fuck his ass!"
"Yes! Yes!" I screamed. "I'm gonna cum, Uncle Brian!"
"Cum up his ass, Philip! Shoot your load up your Daddy's asshole!"
"Fuckin' bitch!" I hollered, as I lunged forward, grabbed my Dad's nipples, squeezed with all my strength and shot my load up his ass.
"Motherfucker!" Dad yelled. "You fuckin' ass sniffin' pig! Cum in my ass, son! Fuckin' spooge my stinking asshole!"
I twisted Dad's nipples as I slamed my pelvis forward, shooting my cum deep within him. Again and again my body spasmed, my cock jerking wildly within his shit chute, my balls slapping against his ass.
"Fuck! Fuck!" I wailed, as my cock erupted its seed. "Uncle Brian!"
"Yeah! That's it, Philip! Cum up his ass! Shoot that load for me! Sperm the pig-whore for me!"
I collapsed on top of Dad, his ass muscles clamped tightly around my cock, refusing to release me. My body shivered and trembled as I clung, held on to my Dad.
"Daddy!" I cried, as my orgasm subsided and I held him tight.
"Yes, son?"
"I love you!" I gasped.
"I love you too, son! You made me feel real good tonight!"
"Philip?"
"Yeah?"
"You made me feel good too!" Uncle Brian sighed. "Can't wait to play with both of you this weekend!"
Chapter 8
September 14, 1996
I came down the stairs yesterday morning, to the whooping and hollering of my Dad and a somewhat familiar voice. I stood at the bottome of the stairs, studying the two men greeting one another at the front door. I was clad only in a pair of briefs that Dad had asked me never to change. Was it a month and a half ago that I'd been wearing the same pair of underwear?
"Brian!"
"Chris!"
The two men greeted one another, hugging warmly and then kissing one another firmly and deeply. Their hands running up and down each other's bodies.
"It's been so long!" Dad hollered, with excitement.
"Too fuckin' long, big brother!" Uncle Brian exclaimed, as he groped his brother's crotch.
Our eyes finally met. We looked at each other deeply.
Uncle Brian was beautiful! A finely chisled sculpture of manly perfection. At twenty-eight, he was flawless. His deep, sea green eyes seemed to penetrate me when he looked up and took notice of me. He flashed me the brightest smile.
As he broke away from his brother and approached me, his muscular frame flexed with raw masculinity. Every curve, every ripple of his body seemed to cry out "I am man!"
His long, wavy brown hair, tumbled over his massive shoulders. The low cut scoop of his tank top revealed a mass of swirling hair. As I looked at him and at Dad, I saw in them, in us, what Dad and I saw so many times in the mirror. We were reflections of each other. Splitting images of one another!
"Uncle Brian?"
"Philip! Little buddy!" He responded, walking towards me with his arms spread wide. "How are you? God! You've grown so tall since I last saw you! Forgive me?"
"Forgive you for what, Uncle Brian?" I responded, as he swept me up in his powerful arms, lifting me off of the floor and kissing me on the cheek.
"For not knowing you better?" he answered.
"Oh! But you will! I promise!"
"I hope so!" he said.
Uncle Brian cast a glance at his brother and whispered:
"Did you get the things I asked you to, Chris?"
"Yeah! I did what you asked."
"What's up guys?" I asked.
"Oh! Just something special," Uncle Brian responded, slipping his hand down the back of my briefs.
"Find something you like?" I teased, thrusting my ass back as his finger found my moist hole.
"Oh yeah!" he answered, withdrawing his finger and holding it under his nose to cop a deep whiff.
"What do you smell?" Dad said, approaching us, wrapping his arms around us.
"Buttstink!" Uncle Brian answered. "Your kid's ... my nephew's buttstink!"
Uncle Brian set me back down on the floor. I turned around and bent over, exposing my dirty underwear to him.
"Smell t now, Uncle Brian!"
He lowered his face to my upturned ass and pressed his face into my trench, sucking the material into his mouth.
"Fuck!" he mumbled.
"You like that?" Dad asked.
"Fuckin' dirty boy stink!" Uncle Brian gasped. "Yes!"
I bucked my ass back and greeted him in a special way. I farted in his face!
"You fuckin' bitch!" Uncle Brian growled.
"I'm just blowin' you a kiss, Uncle!" I chuckled.
"Fuckin' ripe one at that, Philip!"
"Dad says that's the kind you like!"
"So what else has my brother been telling you about me, Philip?"
"Come upstairs, Chris!" Dad said. "We'll show you!"
Together, the three of us climbed the stairs ... my journey took on a new twist!
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