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Subject: Hung Dad and Brother’s Piss and Dirty Briefs (Urination, Incest, Adult Youth) Not sure how my love for piss originated since it seems like it was kinda always there. I remember the first time feeling another guys hot piss on me in the shower as a kid with my brother and dad. I remember my first taste of another guys piss from my brother’s dick that one summer. Or the sight of dozens of strangers’ dicks pissing away into the metal troughs at the ball game. Or the feel of pissing my own briefs and pants purposefully, loving the feel of a full bladder I couldn’t hold anymore, the pleasure of the release, and the warmth as my piss spread. But first, my brother and dad. Liam was just under a year older than me, so we were always buddies. Dad and mom were pretty young when they had us, so when we were kids, dad was still in his mid to late 20s. By the time we were 5 and 6, mom started her career as a doctor, which meant long shifts, overnights on call, and dad at home raising us. Dad was a funny guy. To say Liam and I loved and looked up to him is an understatement. I think it helped that he was young enough that he still acted sorta childish in terms of humor and behavior. At the time we just thought he was the best. Around the house, dad’s choice in clothing was a pair of white briefs in the summer, and white briefs with a tank in the winter. The white briefs were seldom completely white, unless just bought, usually marked with yellow stains in various places. Liam and I followed suit, as we did with everything, and the three of us could be seen eating our morning cereal at the kitchen table in our not so white tighty whities, dribbling milk down our chins to our bare chests while slurping the last of the it from the bowl. Or on the couch in front of the TV watching whatever game was on, or Spongebob if there were no sports dad wanted to watch. Often dad’s hand would be down his briefs, and as always, Liam and I would mimic dad with our hands fondling our own little cocks in our underwear. Even this lax dress code was often optional. It really meant nothing at all to us to look over and see dad’s long, thick cock out of his briefs, lying lazily across his thigh, his big heavy balls dangling down between his legs to the sofa. At the end of the night, we’d strip down for our bath and wouldn’t put clothes back on again until the next morning. Liam and I would play in the tub while dad pulled his briefs off and threw them in the hamper. He’d stand in front the toilet and piss his heavy stream into the bowl, which he would leave unflushed, before brushing his teeth, his hairy ass facing me and Liam, too busy playing to notice or care. At some point, rather than baths, we began showering with dad in the mornings when he’d take his shower. During the first of these, as we were all standing and soaping up, dad unleashed a torrent of piss from his cock that splashed the tile between all our feet. Liam and I looked up at dad grinning, who said, “Better than wasting water,” with shrug of his shoulders. With that, Liam and I both started pissing, and the three of us spent the next minute shaking our dicks, getting piss on each other’s feet, legs, and eventually dicks when dad aimed his at my and Liam’s little cocks. We all laughed and this was a scene we were to repeat nearly every shower we took together. I found I had a fascination with pee, the sensation of a full bladder, the feel of my piss on my skin. Sometimes when alone I would grab a glass from the kitchen and bring it into the bathroom. I’d start pissing into the glass and then lower my dick and balls into the piss, loving the feel of my junk submerged in my hot urine. Other times, I’d roll my scrotum up over and around my dick and start pissing then so that it would gather around my dick and balls and eventually cascade down around them into the toilet. I also found I liked to let a little piss out into my briefs, especially when I had a pretty full bladder. It felt good to let a little out, feel a patch of warmth against my dick until able to get to the toilet. As this occurred, it also made me realize that both Liam and dad had a good amount of the same yellow patches on their older underwear that I did. It made me wonder if they liked to wet themselves a little, too. But it also inspired me to seek out their dirty underwear to inspect a little more closely, which I would do whenever no one was around. I’d grab a pair of dad’s dirty white briefs from the hamper, the ones I had always seen on him, knowing they were stained, but not really giving them a second thought until now. The first time I grabbed a pair, they were a particular old one, slightly frayed in places, the material nearly worn through in others, and heavily piss stained. I brought them to my face and sniffed the stains deeply, loving that piss stench that was familiar from a toilet left unflushed after several piss loads from dad and Liam and me. The stench sent a wave of pleasure through my body, down my spine and into my dick, now hard as steel in my underwear, straining against the tight fabric. I stuck out tongue to taste the stains, sucked at the fabric, getting a hint of the salty piss that left the mark. I did the same with Liam’s dirty underwear, but I preferred dad’s. His also had a musk of sweat, the kind he exuded by the end of the day and after working out. I grabbed dad’s pair and took it with me into my room, hiding it inside my pillowcase. One summer, when we were nearing 10, Liam suddenly found it funny to try to trick me into doing gross things. He’d have me taste a snack, and then tell me I was chewing on a dog treat that I would promptly spit out and then tackle him out of anger. We were in the tub another time, which we still took if mom were home gaziantep travesti and dad out, and Liam stood up and said to put the tip of his dick in my mouth, that it would taste good. I was curious just because I knew it was naughty, and complied, putting my mouth around his cock head, which promptly unleashed a stream of salty piss into my mouth. I accidentally swallowed some before pulling away and spitting the rest back out at Liam who was laughing as he sat back down into the water. “Tasted good, didn’t it?” I immediately responded, No! when in fact I didn’t hate it, and actually that initial curiosity over Liam’s dick being in my mouth as also piqued by the thought of tasting pee again, either his, or, as the wheel’s turned in my mind, my own too. “Nah, it’s not bad,” he said, standing once again, bubbly water running down his naked body. He grabbed his dick between two fingers and pointed it upward, at which point he began pissing again, covering his chest and belly with the pale yellow liquid. He leaned downward and opened his mouth, allowing his stream to enter. He stuck out his tongue, pursed his lips and sucked, leaned in closer, every effort to get his piss into his mouth. “See?” he asked, smiling. He pointed his dick downward toward me and his piss stream hit me in the face. My mouth seemed to open automatically as Liam’s piss stream began to slacken. I swallowed what I could of his salty, hot pee and decided it wasn’t so bad at all. Liam shook his dick letting the last few drops of his piss fly everywhere. He asked me if I had to go, and I nodded. He motioned for me to stand up, which I did, revealing a rigid hard on, my dick poking straight up. Liam giggled, but we’d seen each other nude before, and with boners plenty of times. “Go head,” he said, standing in front of me. It took me a moment but my bladder was pretty full. I usually just peed in the tub but had been waiting til the end of the bath. My stream erupted out of my hard dick in an arch onto Liam’s chest and stomach. He smiled and rubbed it all over himself, then took my cock between two fingers and aimed it back toward me, soaking my abdomen. He leaned down toward my stream and stuck out his tongue. I wanted to taste it too so I leaned over as well, pushing my dick down so my stream was between us, and we both slurped at the piss. As my stream died down, Liam bent down further toward my dick and did exactly what he dared me earlier to do: his lips wrapped around my dick head and he began swallowing the piss directly from the tap. His mouth felt so good on my dick and before long my stream stopped as my body reacted to this new sensation. As it did, Liam sat back down in the tub and I joined him. “Cool,” he said, “yours tastes as good as mine.” This made me feel proud, having pleased my older brother. A couple years passed, as these same antics continued, though I began to find myself interested in other men’s dicks as well, always trying to catch a glimpse of them, pissing or otherwise. I found one great place was at the Cubs games my dad would take us too. We lived a short train ride north of Wrigley, and would catch more than a few each season. The first game we attended after I realized my fascination for piss, I arrived at the ballpark with a full bladder, as I tried to do whenever going to a public location so that I could use the bathroom and hope it was crowded without partitions between urinals that would block my view. Once we got our seats, I told dad I had to go pee, and found the closest one, which had, as I remembered, long metal troughs for urinals. Men pulled out their dicks in full view, standing side by side, as they unleashed their piss noisily into the trough. I found a spot with a good view and didn’t have the sense to even hide the fact that I was staring at all the many pissing cocks around me, loving the sight and the smell as all the piss mingled in the troughs. My own dick got fairly hard as I pissed, but I kept it pushed downward as much as possible. A couple guys would glance at me and smile a knowing smile before glancing back to their own dicks. I made sure to drink as much as I could over the course of the game, and ended up back in their three more times. Once with Liam, who dared me to run my fingers through my stream and taste my pee, which I did, and another time with dad, whose cock attracted not just my attention, but that of other guys. His dick was so long and thick he held it like a garden hose. Dad had had more than a few beers by this point, so his stream went on and on, and standing right beside him, I was able to watch every moment. He looked down at me at one point and grinned as he saw me watching him. His stream was so heavy his splattered piss would at times hit my hand or legs which had my dick hard as steel. Eventually dad squeezed out the last few streams, and I noticed as he pulled his briefs up over his dick that piss was still dribbling out. I noted I would have to grab that pair from the hamper later that night. When we’d have friends over, they’d think it was funny that we ran around the house in our tighty whities, but eventually they’d join in and strip to their underwear too. Usually we’d hang out in the basement since dad was upstairs on the couch in the living room. We had our video games and movies down there, so we’d usually just play those and drink pop from the small fridge that was down there that had excess drinks that wouldn’t fit upstairs. As we neared and passed 13, we’d also take some of the beer and drink those, often having chugging contents, so that after a couple each, we were already tipsy. It was during these times we discovered that like dad, we were really gifted in the dick size department. gaziantep masaj salonları Games of truth or dare would eventually end up with things such as take out your dick and wave it around and other such adolescent sexually curious things. The first time it happened, Liam was 13 and I was 12. Our buddy Randall was over and after a couple beers, he dared Liam to take out his dick and rub it on my face. We all acted grossed out and said no but eventually with enough cajoling gave in as long as I could do it back to him after. So Liam pulled down his white briefs, revealing his thick six inch soft cock which he then smacked across my cheek, laughing. Randall laughed too, but his eyes were wide, gazing at Liam’s dick. I reciprocated, pulling my nearly equally big cock out of my briefs and hitting Liam in the fact with it, brushing it up against his closed lips as he laughed. “Holy shit your dicks are huge!” Randall exclaimed, looking as if he tried not to say it but couldn’t help it. We both just shrugged and Liam said, “Your turn…to get slapped by both!” He looked at me with a devilish grin and we both walked over to where Randall sat and slapped each side of his face with our dicks, the three of us laughing like crazy. The basement door opened and we stuffed our dicks back into our briefs and pushed the beer cans behind us. Dad came walking down, his stained briefs clinging to a giant bulge, a can of beer in hand. “Everything good down here, boys?” We all continued giggling but managed to say, “Yes, sir.” Dad nodded, suspicious, but with a friendly smile and went back upstairs. “I see where you get it,” Randall said, glancing down at his own briefs, which were visibly tented. Similar things occurred with other friends too. Sometimes the dares resulted in them or us pissing into an empty glass and taking a sip, or sniffing another’s butthole, or licking another’s newly hairy armpit. I continued to nurse my preoccupation with dad’s dirty briefs and his piss. When able, I would enter the bathroom after I’d just seen or heard him taking a piss. The smell would still be heavy in the air and inevitably, the toilet would be unflushed. I would close the door, my dick hard in my briefs from the smell, and kneel before the toilet, bubbles from his piss stream still fizzing. Dad was never too careful with his stream and there would almost always be at least a few stray drops on the rim. I would lean down, stick out my tongue and lick these up as my hand stroked my cock. Sometimes his stream wavered too far and there would be more of a puddle, there or on the floor. I would lick all this up and within moments would shoot my load all over the bathroom floor, stream after stream shooting hard and far from my dick as I tasted dad’s piss, wishing I could drink it straight from the source. It was around then I realized I had the ability to suck my own dick, slender enough and hung enough to get at least half my hard cock into my wet, warm mouth. The sensation was incredible and I began spending a great deal of time with my legs thrown back over my head, rocking my dick back and forth into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head, inhaling the stench of my teenage dick and balls, until I unloaded right in my mouth, swallowing as much as I could. I’m not sure what inspired this discovery, a line from some comedy movie I think, but eventually I realized that not only could I drink the cum from my dick, I could also drink my piss directly from the source. When no one was around, I’d wait till I had a full bladder, almost ready to burst, and lock the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet I’d bend over, wrapping my lips around the head of my dick. It would take a moment, but with a painfully full bladder, I’d begin unleashing my piss directly into my mouth, guzzling down as much as I could, the rest streaming down around my dick and balls into the toilet. Generally, I’d follow a belly full of piss with a load of cum and be content. Around the age of 13 and 14, Liam and I discovered that not only were our dicks huger than most, measuring at 7 and 8 inches when hard and thick as dad’s, but we also came a great amount, and shot that cum incredibly far. When we first started jerking off together, we’d do it in our room, each of us on our twin bed. We jerked our cocks each night before bed, closing our eyes and imagining whatever we were imagining, or open our eyes and watch the other’s fist wrapping tight around his thick cock, stroking like mad. In minutes we’d cum, our ropes of hot white cum shooting over our heads and hitting the wall behind us, then several in our faces, then soaking our chests and bellies, then dribbling several times over our hands, coating our dicks and balls thickly. The room would stink of our teenage sweat, of our thick loads of spunk, and on my side at least, of the dirty briefs I had hidden in my pillowcase. This discovery led to nights in the basement with friends having shooting contents. We’d lay out a dark towel and all kneel before it, our hard cocks in our hands, stroking in rhythm until one, then the next, then next shot their load. Either Liam or I would inevitably win, our friends sore that both our dicks and our loads were bigger. When I was 15 and Liam 16, he started going out with his own group of friends, and that left me at home. Liam was a lot more social, and I was more of a homebody. Friday and Saturday nights at this time found Dad and I on the couch, watching some movie as dad drank beers, and I snuck one now and again when getting up. I started getting bolder and bolder in these situations. I would let out squirts of piss so that my briefs were visibly darkened by patches of urine as we sat on gaziantep escort bayan the couch, visible to dad. Not to be outdone, I’d occasionally glance at dad’s package and see he had done the same. He’d give me a wink if he noticed me see and I’d smile. I wasn’t sure if he thought it was all just innocent guys being guys stuff or what, but I found it incredibly hot. My dick would more often than not be hard as we sat there, and I would occasionally rub it through my briefs, of after a couple beers, stick my hand down my underwear and quietly stroke it. Dad would do the same, but then, he always had done that while we were growing up. He’d also sit with his dick completely out, “letting it get some air” as he had always said. One particular night, dad had had a lot of beers and was visibly drunk. I too had snuck quite a few and was feeling it. It was towards the end of the night and whatever movie we had on started to get pretty adult. I noticed dad’s dick, lying on his thigh as always, began to stir and harden to its full length. I, as a 15 year old, was already completely hard, but decided to pull my hard cock out. Dad noticed this and began to casually stroke his dick as it hardened. I mimicked and started jerking off slowly. For all intents we were watching the sex scene on the TV, but were glancing at each other as out strokes increased. I loved the way dad pulled at his heavy balls as he stroked his dick. I did the same, bringing my fingers to my nose from time to time, relishing in the scent of my sweaty teen ball sweat. Our breathing increased and we each let out small moans now and then. I knew I would not last long, and as our pretense of watching the TV faded, we turned slightly toward each other. There was a slight sheen of sweat on dad’s forehead and I could smell the sweat coming from his pits. With this, my cock exploded, spurts of cum erupting and, as my cock was aimed toward dad, shooting over his shoulder, then hitting him in his face, running down his cheeks and into his mouth. At this moment, dad’s cock started shooting his cum and like mine, his thick ropes of hot thick cum flew toward me, hitting me in the mouth, then chin. Our cum continued to shoot out, soaking each other’s chests and stomachs and eventually, cocks. Our breathing slowly decreased as we each milked our cocks, squeezing the last of our cum out. Dad chuckled and said, “Feels good, eh?” I grinned and said, Oh yeah. He pulled his briefs off and began wiping himself down with them, all my cum now depositing into his already stained underwear. I followed suit and did the same. “Need a piss?” he asked, his words slightly slurred. I nodded and followed him to the bathroom. He tossed his briefs into the hamper and said, “Let’s get ourselves cleaned up,” as he stepped into the shower. I followed him in and almost immediately felt his hot piss streaming out of this still hard cock. He pointed it up toward our bodies, washing us down in it. He leaned down into his stream, taking it into his mouth and swallowing. I leaned down too to where his head was and did the same, both of us lapping at his piss stream until it died down. As it did, I began emptying my bladder, pointing my hard cock upward toward us, covering our bodies. We did the same as before and leaned downward, each drinking from my piss stream, relishing that hot, salty piss, until my stream too died down. Dad stepped out of the tub, not bothering to rinse off, and toweled our piss off of him. “Time for bed,” he said, handing me the towel. “That was fun, champ, thanks.” Dad walked out of the bathroom toward his room. I picked his briefs up out of the hamper, wet with my cum, and replaced them with the towel, preferring to keep our piss on me as long as possible. Back in my room, I lay on sheets now damp with our piss, both dad’s briefs soaked with my cum, and my briefs soaked with dad’s cum covering my face. I breathed in the scents deeply, darted my tongue out to lick at the cum, the piss, the sweat that covered both our briefs. My cock throbbing hard gripped firmly in my fist. The door opened. “Conor?” It was Liam, stumbling into the room, barely able to walk. He giggled and said something that sounded like, Why are you eating underwear, as he staggered to his bed. He struggled to get his clothes off, and I got up to help him, something I’d done a few times since he started going out drinking with friends. “Gotta piss,” he said, as I pulled his shirt off over his head. I told him to hold on and I’d take him to the bathroom, but he just kept saying the same thing, Gotta piss, gotta piss. I unzipped his jeans and began pulling them off, down to his knees. He lay on his back, his knees bent over the side of the bed. His crotch already stank of piss, and I noticed a wet patch where I could see the outline of his dickhead. As I looked, the patch began to spread and a stream of piss broke through the thin fabric and without thinking, I bent toward him and covered the stream and his dick in my mouth, sucking his piss through the fabric. But I wanted to drink it straight from his dick, suddenly, just as we’d done when we were little in the tub. I pulled down his briefs, his stream of piss constant, and took the head of his dick into my mouth and began swallowing. Liam breathed gently, passed out, as his body continued pissing, his full bladder emptying his piss into my mouth that I greedily swallowed, mouthful after mouthful of his hot salty piss. As he began to finish, I left his dick out of my mouth, his piss stream finishing into his bed. I finished taking off his clothes, taking his soaked briefs to my bed where I continued my jerking off, now with Liam’s piss-stained briefs held up to my face along with my and dad’s cum-stained pairs. As I inhaled and sucked at the fabric, my balls tightened and I shot a second load of the night harder than ever, the first two jets hitting the cum stained wall behind me, and then next six hitting my face, soaking all our briefs further. As my orgasm subsided, I looked over at Liam, who had one eye just barely opened and mumbled, “Nice shot, dude.”

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