Just another moment in Shane's wonderful life living with brothers Cory, Peter, and his new Daddy. Let me know what you think! And please consider supporting Nifty with a donation. This site is a real gift.
Turd Oven for the Boys Part 2
When Cory got home he kicked of his pleats and ran into the living room where Peter and I were watching TV. I smiled at Cory and beckoned him lazily. I was pleasantly full after just eating a turkey leg, roast potatoes and stuffing. It was what Peter had wanted me to eat. He thought it would make some amazing smelling poop. I would eat more of the same later.
I burped just as Cory came up to me and he leaned down for a kiss. I pulled him on top of me in a loving embrace. He wriggled free and squirmed around to put his socks in my face. They smelled sharp with sweat as I peeled them off and I breathed in deeply as I sucked on each toe. When I had done that Cory let his feet fall to either side of my head and backed up so that his bottom was exposed on my chest. He turned his attention to the TV and started to zone out, worn down from school and soccer practice.
I was familiar with this routine. I wet my finger and started probing in his hairless hole. There was only some initial resistance but once the muscle relaxed I could easily push two fingers in and out. It was wonderfully soft and somewhat sticky with mucous. When I pulled out there was a big glob of the faintly yellow slime on my fingers. I sucked it into my mouth and let it melt on my tongue.
I pushed back in again and must have opened the way for a fart because I felt air silently stir over my hand. There was a faint smell of the cheese and onion chips I knew Cory would have had at soccer.
Then I felt something hard that managed to excite me even while worn out from a big turkey dinner.
"Cory. Bro. Did you poop at school?"
"Yeah, sorry." He mumbled back.
"Oh, okay."
"There might be some nuggets though."
"Feels more like candy actually."
His interest piqued at that. "Really?
Peter spoke up then. "Give me some Shane."
I was happy to oblige. I dug my fingers in deeper and made scooping motions. Cory pushed back and let out a soft whine as I put pressure on his prostate. I pulled out a small handful of little pellet-sized pieces of shit. They were light brown and smelled somewhat fruity. I wasn't supposed to eat poo so much while I was cooking something but these were snack-sized. Leftovers from Cory's dump at school that had had all the moisture removed from them while he was running around on the field.
I didn't move from my reclining position on the couch but stretched out my hand to Peter on the floor. He took half the handful and started popping them in his mouth. I soon did the same, but made sure to savor each one, letting it melt on my tongue and remind me of other loads I'd had from Cory.
When I felt like I'd pulled all I could from Cory. I grabbed his hips and pulled his butt closer to finish off his anal massage with a soft tongue-kiss. I alternately slid my tongue in then sucked on his whole ring, trying to pull his shit cavity into my mouth. A little more gas escaped and it was stronger up close to his hole, with more of an egg smell.
I gave his buns a firm squeeze and kissed the inside of each cheek. A playful slap made him move off me and a little further down the couch, exposing my full belly. I was definitely gaining pudge with this round the clock eating schedule. I thought the bulge looked hot.
About an hour later Dad came home. He grabbed the remote and put the TV on mute.
"So, did Cory tell you both that he's in trouble?"
I shook my head.
"Well Cory. Why don't you tell everyone what you did wrong. Just so I know that you know."
Cory made a disgruntled noise and then said sheepishly. "I didn't call."
"It was a bit more than that."
"I didn't call you and you didn't know where I was."
"That's right. Cory ran off with his friends after soccer and we had no idea where he was for over an hour."
"I told you. We were just at the skatepark."
"And all you needed to do was call and say where you were going." There was a long pause after that. "Anyway, you're punished. Hopefully this will make you remember in the future. You're not allowed to eat any shit tonight or tomorrow."
"Aww no Dad please! I'll call okay. I learned my lesson."
"Not good enough mister."
"Now, just so happens I have to go. Shane-"
I looked up.
"- you won't need to worry about the load you're working on. At least. I think you deserve a reward for all your hard work."
"Are you saying..."
"I'll feed you now. And Peter too if he wants some. I'll go and get the rim seat." Then he added, "No. You don't get any Cory. You can just watch." Cory pouted and put his face into the couch pillow.
Dad was back in a moment with one of the extra-low rim seats.They were good because you could still see the turd coming out if you were watching a feeding but it was also very easy for the person eating to raise their face to lick and smell the ass cheeks in question.
I was very excited. Daniel, or, Dad, fed Peter and Cory every couple of days -- It was an established ritual for them. I had only ever watched and sometimes I had left them to it, perhaps because I felt like I was intruding. It meant a lot to be allowed to feed.
I found Dan quite attractive. He had such a warmth about him. There was stubble on his face, which was unusual for a businessman, but it worked on him. It made his wide face look smarter and more handsome. He had pecs that were large and strong if not necessarily very hard, thick arms and thighs, and a very beefy, heavy arse.
The appetisers I had gotten from Cory had made me really horned up. I wasn't supposed to be hungry right now but with this new eating schedule I was basically ready to eat at any time. My stomach gurgled as I walked over to get under the rim seat and I burped again.
Lying just near me Peter let out a short but deep sounding fart. The skunky smell of his arse wrapped around me and I reached out a hand to stroke his arm, showing how much I appreciated him sharing his stink. He shuffled closer and I knew what he wanted. I pulled Peter into me and wrapped my arms around him. We kissed a very wet kiss as he pushed his saliva and what little remnants of the snacks he was chewing into my mouth. While we made out I slid my hand into the back of his underwear and ran my middle finger over his teen anus. I pushed the digit in knowing he wouldn't mind me being forceful. Then I moved my hand so the finger was between us. With Peter and I looking into eachothers eyes I sniffed the finger. He leaned in and sniffed it too. It had a trace of his dirty poo on it. That's what we were sharing. I put the finger in my mouth and scraped off the grime with my teeth. We kissed again and our tongues danced with the tangy flavor of Peter.
Dad cleared his throat.
"I hate to break this up but I'm in a hurry."
I noticed then the scent that hung in the room. Dad was leaking gas and his farts were intensely rich and smelly. My heart was pounding with excitement. I don't know what it was exactly, but the idea of eating Dad's shit was getting me more excited than I'd been the whole time staying here. I guess it was because I'd really started to think of Daniel as my real father. My biological father was long gone and that role in my life hadn't ever really been filled.
Maybe Dan had some idea of what I was feeling because he pulled me into a tight chest hug. He was completely nude. My head rested against his chest and as I listened to his heartbeat I felt him use one hand to peel my underwear off, exposing my dumpy arse. One of his thick fingers went straight for my hole. It was greasy enough from constant farting that his finger went straight in, sending a sizzle of electricity through me. I gave myself to him, melting into his hold.
His finger slid out and I felt his hand on top of my head, starting to push me down. He was slow but forceful. Pushing me until I was on my knees in front of him. I looked up at him and he smiled at me a warm smile. Then he turned around.
His arse took up all of my vision. Parting his cheeks gave me more happiness than opening any Christmas present. Dad's anus gaped at me and the powerful smell of his logs blasted into my nose and mouth. The hole closed like it was winking at me, and then his cheeks followed, springing together lightly as he stepped away from me to sit down on the rim chair.
"Get under here. Quick son."
My horny need reached its peak. I obeyed, shuffling over the carpet until I was in position.
I knew the boys would be watching with rapt attention but I could only think about one thing.
His two beefy masses of flesh took up my whole vision. I lifted my head up to nuzzle against them. I prodded them with my hands to feel them give and jiggle. His hole was surrounded by a dense ring of dark hair. A few gentle farts escaped from Dad's arse, and then as he grunted a loud fart rushed out of his tunnel and assaulted my senses. Up this close I was getting the true smell of the turd. It was a poo smell but something darker and more flavoursome than either of the boys'. It was meaty and sharp, but also rich and warm like gravy.
With his hole open I looked up into a window of brown. His sphincter stretched wider and wider as the knobbly head bullied its way out. I was huffing deeply and almost came right then from the power of the moment. I opened wide and took the turd into my mouth while it still joined to him. I saw that there were pieces of corn embedded in his log and I moaned in pleasure. His massive turd filled up his stomach and arse. It snaked out his hole and into me. It was ecstasy.
I bit down and a deep groan hummed through my chest as the flavor took me away. I chewed and moaned and felt the weight of his offering in my mouth. I tried to swallow pieces as big as I could to feel them slide down my throat, filling me. My Daddy's monstrous poo.
"How's my dump Shane?"
I could only moan and squeeze his lovely thighs. I reached up to grab his waist, like I was pulling him into me. He took my hand and moved it to his belly, giving my hand a loving rub. I felt his semi-hard meat flop against me. I gave the soft tube a squeeze and remarked at it's red hot heat. It was just like the spicy warm turds that were being fed into my body.
I moved my hand again over his lower belly and pushed in, rubbing in circles desirously, showing I needed more of him.
More turd pumped from his arse to fill up my mouth.
In a fit of lust I raised my legs into the air, presenting my arse. I hoped someone would get the message.
Straight away Daddy's finger was circling my hole. Then he pushed in and his thick digit pumped me for over a minute. I knew I was packing. My bottom was almost always full of crap. I felt the sliminess around my hole and I could feel farts escaping me but of course all I could see or smell were the velvety soft, rosy asslips that winked above me. I pushed my poop-filled mouth into his gape kissed him with all my love.
Then there was pressure against my cunt, soft and blunt. I pushed out and opened up. A long cock slid into me all at once and it took me just a moment to realize it couldn't possibly be my Dad's and had to be Peter's.
Peter raped into me with long sawing thrusts. I was so full. A midnight snack, breakfast, lunch, The turkey roast, and now several of Dad's fat, sticky turds. With each deep impalement I felt my guts stir.
There was a wonderful feeling of strain on my belly as it bulged with the gas created by dad's shit. His wonderful manly farts were actually filling me up. The thought made me buck against Peter, urging him on. He responded by holding my arse close to him and rutting me quickly. The rapid friction was melting my arsehole. Pounding it, molding it into a shape made just for Peter's cock.
Inevitably, my shit started coming out and lubing his penis with a thick, magmarous, textured paste. Peter was doing his best to keep my boi pussy plugged up by continuing to breed me, and I knew I wanted his bleachy teen load inside me.
Meanwhile my vision suddenly swam with light. Dad had stood up and he lifted the rim seat away from my head. I was about to voice my protest when his arse suddenly lowered again. He squatted low with his feet spread wide. His dumper softened around my face and the wiry hairs tickled my nose. I was in my twenties but I felt like a very small boy with this mammoth sized adult shitter smothering me.
I held my tongue against dad's savoury anus. The muscle bloomed open and an echoing fart shook my tongue with its exit. In the dark hairy trench of this man the rank gas made me feel as if I knew what it was like to be inside his turd oven.
I felt my dad's hole continuing to open and I opened my mouth along with it. A hefty mass started to push against my tongue and into the back of my mouth. I felt his asshole close around my tongue like a parting kiss, and then he lifted himself up and stepped away from me, a gentle smile on his face.
Peter closed in on me in a second. He had been pumping me this whole time and now I held him to me as he looked down into my face, his dad's turd sticking out of my mouth.
"Wow you love his shit as much as I do. There's something special about it hey?"
I nodded and moaned around the turd. Peter closed the gap, wrapping his lips around the turd and moving down it until our lips met.
Holding the back of my head in his hands Peter pulled our faces close together and then further away, pulled and then lifted. Each time he pulled us close the turd rammed against the back of our throats. As we looked into each other's eyes I knew we both felt like it was our dad's shit-cock making love to our throats, his cock and his turd combined. I felt so truly that Peter and I were brothers then, so strong was our connection. And suddenly I was cumming. Powerful waves of happiness shook through me and moments later I felt Peter's body go stiff and saw the same look of pleasure cross his face.
We had swallowed the last of Dad's heavy meal. As we recovered from our orgasms we just held each other close, hardly moving but kissing softly and breathing into the other's open mouth and nose. My legs were still wrapped around Peter's waist holding him inside me. His semi-hard cock was a comforting mass resting within my messy dumper.
End of part 2. Feedback is always appreciated.