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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 3) By Rim4you
Chapter 6
July 7, 1996
Dad and I have been playing on a fairly regular basis since the 26th of last month. Our sexual escapades, which always includes piss, seems to have brought us closer than we've ever been before. A very special kind of closeness. Not just the sex but I feel more comfortable around Dad and can talk to him about anything under the sun. That makes me feel good and eases the pain, hurt and anger I feel about my mother.
But something keeps coming back to me. I'm still discovering things, different things that don't seem to be "normal" that keep creeping into my mind and when they do, my cock gets so hard!
Shortly after Dad and I had our session in the bathtub, what I was doing to him, finger fucking his ass and feeling his shit, that got me aroused and curious. I didn't find it repulsive. In fact, because it seemed to be so nasty was what turned me on even more.
I remember ...
It was a Saturday. My best friend, Tommy, was out of town with his folks and I was just moping around in my room.
"Phil!" Dad hollered, from the bottom of the staircase.
"Yeah, Dad?"
I stood at the top of the stairs without a stitch of clothes on, my cock semi-erect. With only Dad and I now, nudity was becoming a normal thing around the house!
"What are you up to, son?"
"Nothin'! Why? See something you like?" I teased, waving my cock at him.
"Oh yeah! But I have to swing by the office for about an hour. Just wanted to let you know."
I descended the stairs watching Dad watch my rising cock bob up and down.
"Shall I have something ready for you to eat when you get back, Dad?"
"I'll ..."
Dad leaned forward and took my dick into his mouth. He gave it a couple of quick sucks.
"You fucking tease!" Dad chuckled, reaching behind me to pat my ass and letting a finger slip into my sweaty ass crack. "I have some things at the office that I have to take care of. I'll pick us up some burgers or something on the way home. Maybe later we can have desert!"
"Sounds like a plan to me," I responded, reaching between his legs to feel his big dick that was snaking its way down his thigh.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Dad said, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"Oh! I'll try not to," I said, stroking my cock.
Dad turned and made his way towards the front door, as he picked up his briefcase, I noticed that he brought a finger up to his nose. He looked at me and winked.
What was he sniffing, I wondered. As I headed back up the stairs to my room, I reached behind me and fingered my asshole. Then in dawned on me, Was Dad sniffing my butt? I brought my finger up to my nose and took a whiff. It was stink alright! Real stink. The smell was arousing me. Did it arouse Dad too?
Could it be that when I was finger fuckiing his ass that time in the bathtub that he knew his ass was dirty but didn't protest when my fingers penetrated him? Was he setting something up for me? Feeling me out? My curiousity was mounting!
I wandered down the hall aimlessly towards Dad's bedroom. It had become, more or less, our room as I slept with him quite a bit now.
I kept sniffing my finger. The smell of my sweaty butt was really turning me on! I walked into the master bathroom. Something caught my eye. I knelt down on the floor and stared at the object. It was just a pair of Dad's briefs. Somehow I felt drawn to them. Why? I can't rightly say. I picked them up. They were quite damp. Upon closer inspection I discovered that the seat of his briefs had many skid marks.
My heart started beating harder. Once more I brought my finger to my asshole. It felt very moist. I played with my hole, rubbing my finger around the rim, all the while staring, as if in a trance at the skid marks in Dad's underwear. Something was stirring within me. My cock started dripping pre-cum on the bathroom floor. My breaths were becoming rapid. A sign I was recognizing that signaled sexual pleasure.
I picked up the briefs. It felt good in my hand. I thought to myself that these briefs held Dad's big dick, balls and ass and since they felt so damp, they must contain his sweat, his very personal scent. Slowly I brought them to my face and took a deep breath.
I sighed. They did have an odor to them! A slight rancid smell. Not offensive, but on the other hand, quite pleasurable! I ran my nose along the skid marks. The scent was stronger now. Perhaps some of the brown streaks were fresh? All I knew was that this aroma was turning me on! The fact that it was Dad's most private of scents made it even better!
As I rubbed his dirty underwear over my face inhaling his aroma, my finger was digging deeper and deeper up my ass. I had never fingered my asshole before and it was hurting a little bit, but hadn't I recently discovered the pleasure of pain?
I thought that if maybe my finger were wet it would go in easier. Spit should work! I lowered the underwear slightly and withdrew my finger. To my surprise it had streaks on it similar to what was in the briefs. If Dad's dirty underwear smelled good to me than probably my finger would too.
I brought my finger under my nose and sniffed cautiously. Then again. And again. I moaned and my cock jerked. Yes! I liked this smell. I liked it alot. I moved my finger and sniffed Dad's briefs again, then back to my finger. His scent and mine was turning me on even more!
I rubbed my dirty finger along the skid marks then pressed the briefs firmly to my face and took a deep breath. I moaned and gasped at the same time. This was all so nasty, so dirty and I was enjoying it, finding immense pleasure in it.
There was still the matter of my asshole and what I wanted to do with it. I looked at my finger. Most of the brown was gone but it still smelled. Without hesitation I slid my finger into my mouth and sucked. I detected a faint bitterness but nothing I couldn't handle. Taking my finger out of my mouth I reached back for my asshole. Pressing Dad's briefs firmly onto my face I slid my finger up my butthole.
It wasn't so bad. An initial stabbing pain at first. It was when I started to wiggle my finger around and slide my finger in and out that the feeling began to change. A feeling that made me feel real good and tingly all over!
I could feel my finger was being coated with something. I knew what it was. It was shit. My shit. The act of playing with my dirty asshole and sniffing Dad's filthy underwear, the nastiness of it all, drove me wild with lust.
I pulled my finger out to look at it. It was indeed coated with shit! I sniffed it. Its aroma made me feel even more nasty. I wanted to journey further. I rubbed my fingers together and spit on them.
This time two fingers penetrated my dirty hole. I winced at the initial shock but quickly got over it as my fingers sunk into my asshole! As I finger fucked myself, I could feel my fingers churning the shit within and each time I withdrew my fingers a smelly, brown goo oozed out of my hole. This I rubbed over and around my butthole and up and down my ass trench before plunging my fingers back into the filthy cavern.
The smell of my own shit drifted into my nostrils and I groaned with pleasure. Both the aroma and the sensations I was feeling in my ass sent me into a wild frenzy of finger fucking! A third finger found its way up my hungry, dirty asshole!
I felt something brush lightly against my neck. Something warm. I was too lost in my new found pleasure to take notice of anything around me.
"Can I play too, son!" Dad's voice whispered in my ear, his lips brushing against my neck softly.
I was momentarily stunned but too far gone to stop or care.
"So you found my filthy underwear, huh? Do you like the way it smells like your dirty ass?"
"Yes!" I gasped, driving my fingers in and out of my ass.
"That's it, son," Dad whispered, "fuck your shitty asshole! Dig for your shit! Feels fucking good, dosen't it, Phil? That's the way I felt when you were finger fucking my dirty asshole!"
"Fuck! Yes, Dad! It feels so good. I feel so fucking nasty! I love it!"
Dad brought his fingers to my nipples and began squeezing and tugging at them. My moans became louder, more feverish.
"Harder, Dad! Harder!"
He applied more pressure and I yelped with the pain of pleasure.
"Yeah! You like that, don't you! You like playing dirty and stink! Fuck that filthy shithole of yours! That's the way I like to play!"
The harder I fucked myself the more shit would seep out of my hole. Dad reached under me to catch some in his hand. I glanced back quickly to see him sniffing what had come out of my ass.
"Smell my shit, fucker!" I yelled. "Smell my stinking shit!"
"Smells so good, son! So fucking good!"
As I watched, Dad brought his shit filled hand to his cock and began rubbing my brown sludge up and down the length of his shaft.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Dad moaned, "feels so fucking good on my cock, Phil! Your shit feels so good! So warm! So stink! Put some on your dick, Phil!"
I withdrew my fingers from my asshole. In the process more shit came out. Some of it fell on the floor which Dad scooped up and rubbed on his hairy balls. He threw his head back and groaned as he worked my filth over his balls.
Likewise, I coated my dick with shit. My cock really started throbbing with this new sensation. It felt so warm on my dick. I stood up and faced Dad, stroking on my dirty cock.
"Smell my cock, Dad! Smell my nasty cock!"
He leaned forward and grazed his nose along my shaft inhaling deeply. His nostrils were tinged with my brown!
"Sweet boystink!" Dad whispered. "Please, Phil, give me more!"
As he stroked his shitty cock, he placed his large hand between my legs under my ass.
"Shit for me, Phil! I want your stinking shit!"
I was so aroused with perverted lust, I did not hesitate to give my Dad what he wanted. I gave a slight push and felt the warm turds squishing between my ass cheeks onto the palm of his hand.
"Thank you, son!" Dad moaned, as he brought his hand to his face to stare at and smell the gift I had given him.
"Looks good, don't it?" I whispered, in a husky voice.
Dad nodded his head and in one swift motion swirled his hand over his hairy chest smearing my shit. He rubbed it over his nipples, into his armpits, onto his neck then back down again over his chest and downward over his washboard stomach into his thick pubic bush.
The stench that filled the air was intoxicating. The mess we were making in the bathroom was becoming more and more obvious, but we were too caught up in our perversity to care less.
"Looks good, Dad! You look so fucking nasty! I want your shit too! Can you shit for me, Dad?"
"Yes! Fuck yes!"
He put his hand under him.
"Not like that, Dad!"
"Huh? How do you want it, Phil?"
I laid down on the floor and motioned him to me.
"Squat over my chest, Dad. I want to see your shit as it comes out of your asshole!"
Dad planted his feet on either side of me. I looked up at his muscular, hairy ass. I waited. Lusted as he slowly began to lower himself ino a squatting position over my chest. He leaned slightly forward so I would have a clear view of his asshole which began, as it were to come alive and breathe! His anal ring began to pucker and flare open.
"Ready for my shit, son? Want my fucking manstink?" Dad hollered.
"Shit on me, Dad! I want your stinking shit!"
He let out a low, gutteral groan. A juicy burst of foul gas escaped his hole. I sniffed the air. My breathing became more and more raspy with excitement as a turd began snaking its way out of his asshole onto my chest! It descended slowly and curled itself on my heaving chest. I could feel its warmth. I could smell its raw stench. My cock was jerking wildly.
"Enjoying that, Phil?"
"Fuck yeah!" I gasped, as the shit log dropped completely out followed by a hefty pile of reeking, softer shit.
"Tell me what you want, son! I'll do anything you fucking want!"
"Rub you shit all over my chest with your ass! Just your ass! I want to see your ass get all dirty!"
Without hesitation, Dad sunk his hairy butt onto the pile of shit and began swirling his ass in it, spreading it onto me.
"Yeah! Yeah!" I cried. "Fucking dirty ass!"
"Feels good on me too, Phil! Feels real good! How's my ass look now?"
He raised himself up so I could see. His ass trench was packed with shit. It clung to the hairs on his ass cheeks.
"Ah Dad!" I gasped, "It looks so fucking nasty! I'm so fucking turned on right now, like I've never been before!"
"Get you face up there, Phil. Get a real good smell of manstink!"
I lifted up my head until I felt Dad's warm shit on the tip of my nose. I took several deep breaths. My head was swimming with his stench.
"How's it smell, son?"
"It's so stink, Dad! So nasty! I love it!"
"We're fucking pigs now, Phil! That's what you and I are. Fucking pigs wallowing in stinking shit! Our nasty shit!"
Every part of my body was tingling. Every one of my senses suddenly became more acute and heightened with pleasure. Was I really doing what I was doing or was I dreaming? Fantasizing?
Reality came tumbling back as I felt Dad's lips wrapped around my filthy cock. He was sucking my shitty dick!
"Fuck!" I groaned. "Suck it! Suck my dirty cock, Dad!"
Dad was working his magic again on my cock, only this time the sensation was even greater. I thrust my hips upward until I felt his mouth on the base of my dick. Up and down his head bobbed. I could hear every slurping sound he made.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" Dad groaned. "Tastes so fucking good, Phil!"
The more he sucked, the more my pleasure mounted and intensified; the deeper my thoughts sunk into the pit of untimate perversity. In a flash, I reached up with my hands and grabbed Dad's hips and yanked his shitty ass onto my face!
I went crazy with lust and greed. I buried my face in his filthy trench rubbing his filth all over my face. I gasped for breath and went back for more! Instinctively, I opened my mouth and sunk my tongue in his puckered hole!
"Ah shit!" Dad cried out, as I tongue fucked his ass. "Fucking driving me crazy, son! Eat my raunchy ass!"
Dad reached behind him and spread his nasty melons wide. I licked his stinky asslips flicking more and more of his ass sludge into my mouth. I was so caught up in pleasure, the taste seemed to just melt with the aroma. I sucked greedily at my Dad's dirty hole!
"Ah man! You eat ass better than your Uncle Brian ever did, Phil!"
I grunted with pride. Perhaps one day, I thought, the three of us?
Dad returned to sucking my cock while jacking on his cock. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold off much longer. I didn't want this to end. I didn't want anything to stop.
I let out a prolonged moan as I felt my balls tighten. I buried my face in Dad's butt as my cock began spitting my cum into his mouth.
"Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!" I groaned, shoving my tongue as deep as I could up Dad's shit chute. Again and again my body spasmed as my cock erupted.
Dad slid back, his cock now pointed at my gasping, wide open mouth, still in the throes of orgasm.
"Take my fuck juice, Phil! I want to cum in your dirty mouth!"
His hand flew rapidly up and down his shit covered dick. Faster and faster he pumped.
"Fuck! Philip! I'm gonna blow my wad! Take it! Take it in your fucking pig mouth!"
I felt the thick ropes of his creamy cum hit the back of my mouth, I wrapped my lips around the head of his dick so that not one drop would land anywhere but in my mouth.
Panting in the aftermath of our orgasms, in the filth on and surrounding us, the stench of raw shit permeating the air, Dad leaned down and kissed me deeply. Together we tasted our cum, our shit as our tongues swirled within the sewer pit of our mouths.
Dad put his arms around me and drew me close to him. I ran my hands over his hairy chest, clumped with chunks of shit. Still we kissed. Still we hungered!
In one swoop he swept me up in his powerful arms and carried me into the bedroom and laid me gently on the bed. Laying beside me he craddled me in his arms. We drifted into a peaceful slumber.
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