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Tim and Buddy


Chapter One

Tim glanced at his 13 year old son, Buddy. He sat staring out of the window as
they drove along the winding mountain road. Nothing had been said for over two
hours.

Tim understood the awkwardness. Her had not seen Buddy since his wife left with
him five years before. The two disappeared without a trace after Denise had
returned home unexpectedly from a trip to her mother's house and caught him
with his dick shoved deep in their 16 year old pool boy's ass.

Tim knew that if Denise were still alive, he would not be with Buddy. However,
a car accident had left Denise dead, and Buddy with no one else to turn to. He
had called his father.

Tim immediately drove to Cheyenne, half way across the state of Wyoming, and
picked Buddy up. They loaded Buddy's belongings in the old Blazer and headed
toward Tim's mountain cabin outside of Buffalo.

When they left the main highway it was after nine P.M. A snow the preceding
night had melted during the day, and then refrozen. Tim had a tough time
staying on the road. Suddenly, a deer darted out from the trees, startling Tim
and causing him to jerk the steering wheel abruptly. The slight action caused
the Blazer to skid off the side of the road and down into a snow-filled ditch.

Tim didn't notice that Buddy's eyes were closed as he tried to shift the 4X4
into low gear. It didn't take long for him to realize that they were securely
stuck. He had no worry that they would be able to winch themselves free , but
that needed to wait until morning light.

"Hey, Buddy. Looks like we're gonna have to sleep here tonight," Tim said,
turning to his son. It was then that he saw the bruise on Buddy's forehead, and
realized that his son had been knocked unconscious.

"Oh, baby boy, what have I done?" Tim cried.

He unbuckled Buddy from his seat belt and wedged himself into the seat under
his son. Tim cradled Buddy in his lap like he had done years before. He covered
them both with a blanket he kept in the Blazer for just such emergencies.

As they sat together in the seat of the Blazer, Tim suddenly felt a dampness
spreading over his lap. In his unconsciousness, Buddy was pissing his pants.
Then Tim felt a growing pressure against his leg, and know that Buddy had just
shit, as well. Tim's face flushed with shame as he realized that his own cock
was stiffening at the prospect of his son's accident.

Buddy had awakened in Tim's arms. He said nothing but silently cried. The next
morning, Tim successfully winched the Blazer free, and they drove the final
twenty-two miles to Tim's cabin.

When Buddy tried to walk, he got dizzy, and staggered. Tim caught him just in
time to keep him from falling. He scooped his son into his arms and carried him
into his bedroom. He laid Buddy on the bed and began to undress him. He removed
the sneakers, and then unfastened his belt. His hands trembled as he pulled the
zipper down on Buddy's pants.

"No, Dad," Buddy faintly gasped.

"It's all right, son," Tim said as he gently pulled the piss-soaked jeans down
Buddy's boyish legs. The front of Buddy's Jockeys was yellow, and a brown stain
showed at a bulge barely visible under his narrow hips.

As Tim tried to slip the waist band down, it caught on a very erect pre-
adolescent hard on. The movement of the shorts brought the 1 inch cock down,
and then let it snap up to slap Buddy's stomach. Buddy groaned; Tim gasped.

Tim completely removed the shit-filled underwear. He left Buddy laying on the
bed as he went into the bathroom to get a damp cloth. Once he was out of sight,
he could not resist the temptation to bury the still-warm mass of his son's
shit in his face. The slightly bitter taste caused his cock to begin erupting,
though untouched and in the confines of his pants.

After washing his face of the tell-tale shit smears, Tim returned to clean his
son. Buddy lay with his legs wide spread and his little erection still pointing
straight at his navel. As Tim gently wiped his son's ass, the boy spoke.

"Dad. I really gotta piss."

Without even thinking, Tim took Buddy's cock in his mouth. As soon as the lips
closed around the slender shaft, Buddy let loose and filled his father's mouth
with golden nectar. Buddy reached down and ran his fingers through his father's
hair as he emptied himself into the warm confines of his father's throat.

"There's more, if you want it," Buddy whispered.

Tim knew exactly what his son meant. He let the shaft slip from his lips and
moved down to the tiny rosebud of his son's asshole. The pink circle began to
flex, and the tip of a solid, brown turd poked through. Within seconds, Tim
held an 8 inch piece of his son's shit in his mouth.

He slid up to where their mouths met. They pressed their lips together, mashing
the shit between them. Their tongues dueled for possession of the steamy log.
Once they finally swallowed the last of the ass-fudge, they held each other
close.

"I think we're going to get along together just fin, don't you, son?"

"You bet I do, shit-breath," giggled Buddy.

Chapter 2

"Dad?" Buddy's voice broke the reverie. "Do you remember the day we left - Mom
and I?"

"How could I forget it, son. I've missed you so much."

"Did you know that I was standing right behind Mom when she opened the door to
the pool house? I saw you shoving it to the pool boy. Since that day I've
wanted to see your whole cock."

Buddy's hands reached for the belt on Tim's jeans. He unbuckled the belt and
unsnapped the top of the jeans. His hands trembled as they slowly slid the
zipper down, a task made difficult by the swollen presence of Tim's throbbing
hard on.

Once the pants were out of his way, Buddy reached for the prize.

"Geez, Dad. Your shorts are soaked."

"You act surprised, Buddy. The fact is, your hot little ass caused me to shoot
off in my shorts - twice."

Buddy's hand tugged the sticky cotton out of the way, revealing his father's
thick, vein-lined erection. He giggled in delight as he ran his finger inside
the skin that completely hooded his father's cock.

"Fuck me, Daddy."

Buddy maneuvered his body over his father's, lining his tiny asshole with his
father's shaft. The residual of two ejaculations had the cock well-lubed. Buddy
sat down hard.

"Oh, shit, son," Tim cried. "This feels so good that I'm already starting to
cum."

"That's okay, Daddy. Fill your little boy with your sperm."

Buddy ground his hips into his father's groin, shoving the cock into the
deepest recesses of his body. He tensed as he felt his father shoot strings of
man-cum into his butt. His own cock twitched and jerked, though no semen spewed
from the tip.

Buddy lay down on his father's chest. Though it was slowly deflating, Buddy
loved the feel of his daddy's big prick wedged deep in his ass.

"Son, you better let me up. I gotta take a powerful piss," Tim said.

"Why go anywhere else. I can hold it, Daddy."

"You mean you want me to give you a..."

"...Piss enema; that's right, Dad. I've been using the shower hose for a couple
of years, now. Your cock should feel even better."

Tim took a minute to adjust to the idea. Then he began to let his golden nectar
flow. He felt is surrounding his cock, pushing the side-walls of Buddy's rectum
away. Once he started, he could not stop the flow until he had drained over
fifteen hours of stored-up piss. Had Buddy's sphincter been any less tight, it
surely would have been unable to hold the volume.

"Put your hand on my belly, Daddy. Feel how full I am," Buddy asked.

Buddy suddenly sat erect, and then jumped upward. Tim's deflated cock was
yanked from its warm confines.

"I fed you mine. Now it's my turn. I want your shit, Daddy."

Tim pulled his legs, still clad in denim, up to his shoulders. His hairy ass-
crack spread, and the dark ring of his asshole poked out. Buddy dropped down
and buried his nose in the fur. No sooner than Buddy's tongue touched Tim's
hole, and Tim blasted his face with a fart.

"Whoo-eee. Smells like you are packed full, Daddy."

"But not for long, son. Here goes."

Tim gave a mighty strain, and the tight ring stretched. Slowly, a turd thicker
than Buddy's wrist began to emerge. It inched out until Buddy gasped.

"Just how full of shit were you, Dad?"

Over twelve inches of shit protruded from Tim's asshole, and more was still
coming. Buddy ran his tongue along the top of the brown log. When at last over
eighteen inches of man-shit had passed, the hole pinched shut.

Buddy carefully lifted the huge log and laid it on his father's chest. Then he
straddled his daddy with his asshole directly over his father's face.

"It's a contest to see who can finish first," squealed Buddy.

Wha...?"

Suddenly, Buddy's ass began to expel the load of piss held inside. Tim opened
his mouth to receive his own piss back, while Buddy began gobbling on the end
of the tube of ass-fudge. Shit and piss were smeared and squirted everywhere.
Big chunks of shit dotted Buddy's face. Tim's hair matted from the overflow of
piss.

When both had finished, Buddy dropped the weight of his body onto his father's
hairy torso. Traces of the shit-log cemented them together.

"You know, Dad. I've only been home for a few hours. Do you think we can top
it?"

"I don't know, son, but we can sure's hell try.

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