Al's pool party was a great success, as usual. A wild orgy was in full
swing.
On a chaise lounge off to the side two guys were fucking up a storm. A
redhead laying down had his legs spread while a pretty dark-harded boy was
sitting on him, bouncing his ass up and down on his thick cock. Occasionally
he'd bend over and they'd kiss. That position gave the third guy--a blonde
kneeling on the deck--plenty of opportunity to play around. He was fondling
the redhead's balls and stroking his cock...even licking his prick as it
stroked in and out of the hungry asshole sliding along the fat shaft. He
obviously loved the taste and smell of it, because several times he snapped
the cock out, sucked on it, then stuck it back up the gaping asshole!
The top guy had a cock long enough that the redhead was able to lean over
and suck on it. He was able to blow and screw the guy at the same time. That
excited them both even more and soon he was blasting a thick load into the
amber-haired guy's mouth.
After getting it all, the redhead threw his head back and gulped the jizz
down as he shot a hoseful of cum up the other fellow's butt.
When the dark-haired guy hopped off, the blonde went down on the redhead's
big prick and cleaned if off. He lapped up the cum and assjuices and
carefully sucked on the particularly- grungy knob. Apparently it wasn't as
sensitive as you'd expect, because the redhead allowed him to suck on it all
he wanted... in fact, it never went soft. No wonder, then, that the blonde
was soon straddled over it, stuffing it up his own asshole.
Like a carnival ride, the redhead proceeded to drub the next horny rider. He
couldn't reach close enough to suck it, but he jacked it until the blond
took over and jerked a big load over his face and into his open mouth. This
time the redhead didn't come up his ass. Instead, he licked the cum off his
lips while he forced the guy's head down to clean his slimy prick again.
The blond wasn't in any need of persuasion, however. He shamelessly lapped
up his own assjuices and shit streaks and blew the pretty redhead to another
thunderous orgasm.
Activities were taking place all over.
Near the bushes were two of the youngest boys. One was crouched down giving
the other a blowjob.
"Yeah, Barry, suck that muther. Isn't this great?"
Barry looked up. "Sure better than when my Mom caught us!"
Another cute young blonde noticed a naked guy sitting on a 4 ft. garden wall
staring at him. He wondered why he hadn't seen the stud before, he wasn't
the type he would have missed. And when the guy came toward him, his heart
started pumping faster.
"Hi. You wanna make it with me," the guy asked seductively.
"Sure!"
"Great. Uh, stick your tongue out for a second, willya. As far as you can.
Fantastic. Why don't you lay down on that mat over there."
The blonde did, expecting to sixty-nine. He was wrong, but not disappointed.
"Okay," the guy said, squatting over his face, "I want to feel you lick my
asshole first."
The blonde wasn't adverse to doing that with the guy at all. So when that
pretty ass came down and that hairy crack split apart, he was ready. Then he
started having some misgivings when he smelled it. By then it was firmly
pressed against his mouth. He'd licked dirtier ones on rare occasions, but
he was rather surprised that a guy would come to a party
unwashed...especially jumping into an orgy like that.
"Ah, yeah, do it. That tongue reals righteous, man. Lick that fucker. Oooh,
lick it all over. That's great. Ah. Now ram your tongue up there and lick it
out. Oh yes! That's wild. Clean that fucker out for me, dude. Wash it out!"
The kid put his mouth and tongue to work, sucking the hairy asshole and
sloshing the insides out. Maybe it wasn't so fresh. Maybe it was downright
raunchy. But it turned him on hearing how it was turning the guy on, and he
hoped it might make the stud want to get fucked. Otherwise, he was more than
willing to throw his own legs in the air.
Suddenly, the guy climbed off.
"Thanks, dude, that was trippy. You really dug that stinky shithole, didn't
you? Well, see you around."
"What? Hey, where you going? What gives?"
The stud knelt down and whispered. "Sorry, pal. I'm not a faggot. I was
checking things out through a crack in the fence and wanted to see if a
queer would eat my dirty ass. Hey, no offense, it felt great, but I gotta
split before they catch me."
"Wait. Nobody's gonna care."
"Well, I don't do it any more, but when I was younger I used to see the
owners and call them dirty names and yell out insults. They don't wanna see
me around here."
"Damn! I wanted to eat you out some more and let you fuck me."
"Even after the dirty trick I pulled? I knew my crack was grungy. That's
what made it all the more exciting."
"Uh, for me too!" the blonde blushed.
"Hmm. Say, if you wanna slip over the back fence, I've got a couple of
buddies over there that could sure use taking care of. Wanna do some horny
straights dudes? Can't guarantee the state their bungholes might be in, but
probably not any worse than mine. That's not a promise, though. One guy's
really good- looking but he's a real slob."
"Sounds neat. I didn't mind licking your smelly hole because you're hot, so
I guess I wouldn't mind licking his. Besides, a guy will go further than
usual when he gets to do a straight guy. Can I come over naked?"
"Sure. I did. Let's go blow their minds. Then you can blow all three of us.
Guess you'd better eat our asses first so we don't come too quick. I wanna
fuck you, they might want to try porking a dude up the ole turdhole, too.
Come on!"
They casually walked to the back of the yard.
"Hold on a minute," the guy stopped.
"What for?"
"Lemme check this out a second."
Nearby a guy had another fellow doubled over, kneeling there lapping away at
the spread open asscrack, giving him a tongue bath. One of the guys nearby
was watching with interest and definitely excited.
"Yeah, eat 'em, Marty! Aw, fuck, that's just the kind of butt I love to bury
my own face in. Nice tight buns and nasty line of fur up his crack. Looks
yummy. I go nuts over butts like that when they're hot and sweaty and really
stink after a hard day. Remember when they built the bank? Used to sneak in
back and do construction workers. Six or seven of 'em used to amble on back
and let me eat them out and blow 'em. I didn't make no bones about it,
either. I told 'em any way at all. I like 'em wet and stinky, and shit
around the hole wouldn't bother me in the least. They believed me, and many
times I'd be back there with a big shitty ass being pushed in my face while
I happily lapped their crap off!"
"God, Charlie, you gotta be blatant? We know you're a total pig, why
broadcast it?"
"Turns me on. Besides, a lewd reputation sometimes gets surprising results.
Couple times guys have come up to me saying they'd always wanted to watch
somebody eat them out when their assholes were filthy...would I be
interested? Fuckin' A I was!"
The stud snarled in a low hiss, "Now, that's the kind of faggot that gives
the rest of you a bad rep."
"Isn't that the truth!" the blonde chuckled, then sarcastically added,
"That's why you're dragging me home to finish cleaning your dirty butthole
out."
"Okay, okay. I guess it's just a matter of...heh, I don't wanna say taste.
"You straight guys are such hypocrites. Everything's sick and
perverted...until you're horny. Then it's a different story. I suppose the
hose games over there must really turn you off."
He was referring to the two guys on the other side of the pool taking turns
sticking the hose up each other buttholes then squirting the water out of
their assholes while the guys in the pool laughed and opened their mouths.
"Jezzus! I just hope they didn't do that in the pool on the first couple of
loads!"
"If they did, I missed it."
"But you wouldn't be surprised, would you? Heh. Actually, it looks like a
lot of fun, but only you queers would have the balls to actually do
something like that."
"Say, how much time have you spent peeking over the fence, anyway?"
"Lots. Alright, it turns me on. But don't tell my buddies, okay? Come on."
He had the blonde wait in the kitchen. "Now, don't mind how I talk. You
know, image and all...high school boys?" Then he winked and walked into the
living room, coughing.
"Hey, Brad, done peeking at the queers already?"
"Gives him a boner, I bet. Hey, how come you're fucking naked?!"
"Yeah, just cause that faggot shit turns you on, don't look at us!"
Brad reached back and pulled the naked blonde around the doorway.
"Men, I went shopping and brought us home a cocksucker. Glenn said he was
bored over there blowing a bunch of fags and would love to come over and
service real men."
They gaped in shock at the naked guy...and his half-hard cock hanging there.
"Jezzus! Are you serious?"
"I think he's finally lost his marbles. What're we supposed to do with him?"
"Nothing, dudes. He's gonna do it to us. All we gotta do is lay back and
them him take care of us. Don't tell me you two horny bungholes are gonna
turn down a blowjob from a pro? And he loves sucking assholes! Licked the
shit off mine and tongued me out like a bowery madam. Ever had your
shitholes licked, fellas? Ever felt a tongue up your rump giving you a roto-
rooter? He's ready, just as soon as you take your pants off and bend over.
Kneel on the edge of the couch and show him your smelly cracks. It'll give
him a boner and make his tongue flick in anticipation. Come on, you pussy
wimps, we got a punk ready to let us use him. We can even fuck him up the
ass. Hell, even after that he'll still blow it while the next cock's shoved
up his hole!"
"WELL, ALRIGHT. THAT'S A DIFFERENT STORY!"
They quickly stripped and knelt in position. Surveying the two naked butts
being shown off, Brad voiced his own opinion on the dual sight of his best
buddies' hairy asses.
"Dan's looks bad enough, but that's just fucking gross! Oh, Christ, Tony,
you oughta never spread your cheeks open in front of anybody that isn't
blind. That's repulsive! You ever wipe your ass?"
"Uh, sure. I think I did. What the hell's wrong with my ass?"
"Nothing wrong with your hairy ass besides being as big as the caboose of a
train. It's all those greasy black curls down your crack and that huge
crinkled ball of flesh in the middle that looks like a bunch of hemorrhoids
in a circle with crap pockets. It's up to you, kid, you sucked mine. But
that sure looks like it's gonna stink a whole lot worse!"
"A-actually," Glenn softly muttered, "it kinda turns me on. I sorta like it
when they're kinda ugly and obscene-looking... and a little smelly. Guess
I'm weird."
"Nope, just queer. Tony, clamp that reeking pit closed so it don't air out
too much. Our guest likes 'em ripe, so save that horrendous aroma and watch
him tongue the fuck out of Dan's rearend first."
Dan chuckled and wiggled his butt. "Yeh! Always wanted a slave. Show me what
it feels like when you fags suck each other's shitholes. Show me how you dig
my taste and wish I'd just taken a shit! Um, he ain't gonna split if I say
something that hurts his feelings, is he?"
"Naw. I promised no rough stuff, but you can say what you want. He's a
cocksucking fag that takes prick up the ass and licks shitty turdholes. You
couldn't offend him unless you said he did a lousy job! Uh, you are good on
the blowers, aren't you, kid? We're all jocks, so a lot of our brain matter
ended up in our pants. We got heavy meat."
"As long as I control it, I'm good at taking guys down to the balls. I just
can't handle somebody trying to fuck my throat like a cunt."
"Your way, man, you're providing the service in this whorehouse," Dan
promised.
"Okay, Glenn. They're all yours."
Glenn wasted no time getting down behind Dan and poking his nose up there.
He sniffed around Dan's asshole and rubbed his nose over it and up the
crease of his cheeks. His tongue soon followed the trail and he began to lap
the guy's sticky crack all the way from top to bottom."
"Mmm, that feels kinda neat," Dan squirmed.
"He's just taking in your gamey odor and licking the grease from between
your buns. Wait'll he starts to suck your hole. Yeah, there he goes. Suckin'
right on that nasty old doorway to your turd cabinet, wondering how soon
it'll spring open and do something naughty that nobody ever gets to watch
cause it's so disgusting you do it in secret and even feel guilty if you
look down and check it out yourself. Bullshit. I'll bet you look your turds
over every time, doncha, Dan? 'Oooh, that's a good one. Aw, yesterday's was
bigger and chunkier...a real beauty."
"Shut up, Brad. We don't want to hear your own fantasies. Man, did my cock
get hard fast. This is great, lemme enjoy it. What's he...? AH! HE'S GOT HIS
TONGUE UP MY HOLE! Unh huh, do that, man, pry it right open. Here, I'll
help. Get in there all the way. Oooh, eat me!"
"That's wild!" Tony cried, his neck twisted for a good look, staring at
Glenn's mouth work. "Never seen anybody actually suck on an asshole. Sounds
real sick but it sure looks hot and obscene."
"It will be sick when he sucks your ugly crapper!" Brad remarked snidely.
"Then you don't have to watch," Tony snapped back.
"Can't resist, buddy. It's like passing an accident. Might be real gory but
you can't take your eyes away. You're keeping your crack squeezed tight,
aren't you?"
"Yeah. But I'm gettin' a big boner waiting for my turn."
"Why don't you go ahead and switch, Glenn. You can go back to Dan later.
Hell, you can suck ass back and forth all day. I'm gonna have more of that,
too. But if you want Tony while he's good and ripe, now's the time."
Glenn gave Dan a big loud kiss on his asshole, then backed away. "Yeah,
gimme the dirty one! I don't want to miss out on any of that hot stink.
Scoot up there, Tony, and let me nuzzle into your crack and sniff it a
while."
Glenn scooted over on his knees and got between Tony's outstretched legs and
grabbed his pale, fuzzy buns. Then he stuffed his nose into the crease and
began lewdly sniffing up and down the straight boy's reeking buttcrack. It
was moist and humid in there and the pungent odor was strong enough it might
stink up the whole room when he pried it open. That would all depend on
whether it was from the buildup in the confined space--in which case he'd
probably inhale it all himself--or if it was being emitted from something
substantial like crusty shit around the boy's rim or a creamy buildup caked
in the wrinkles of his anus from recently taking a shit. Either way, Glenn
loved it. He always enjoyed a more challenging cleanup chore that took a
long time to accomplish, but Tony's big asshole would be a delight to suck
on even if it wasn't very filthy.
"God, how can he enjoy smelling that thing?" Dan cried. "I can smell it from
here and he hasn't even spread it yet."
"Um, are you actually saying your shit doesn't stink, Dan?" Brad teased.
"No. I just don't keep a bunch smeared around my hole to advertise it!"
"Well, you notice whose butt the kid was most anxious to cram his face into,
don't you?"
"Yeah, but he's a queer."
"Well, I guess that makes Tony's keester queer bait!"
"You fuckers are just jealous cause somebody who knows how to appreciate it
is on his knees getting lots of pleasure out of it. Either that or he's one
sick puppy who likes to wallow in filth, because my ass is dirty and he's
sure sniffing it like a dog in heat!"
"Damn, it stinks in there!" Glenn gushed, backing off. "I could sniff you
all day, Tony, but I can't wait to taste your crack and your asshairs and
tongue the cheese out of your wrinkles!"
He grabbed Tony's buttocks and yanked them wide open. A gush of rancid fumes
came billowing out that would have been horrendous to most people--including
Tony if his face had been this close--but it was that very 'boys room
vulgarness' that made it such an alluring perfume to Glenn. No longer would
he deny it...to himself or others. And definitely not at the moment with
such an opportunity to indulge himself. He thumbed in to spread Tony's
rubbery anus open and studied it.
"Beautiful! Fat nubs, pink and brown and purple. It really does look like
some kind of weird growth full of bubbling shitjuice ready to explode in
your mouth like a balloon. And those are definitely streaks of fresh shit
inside where it's bright pink. Nope, you didn't wipe it very good, Tony.
Naughty, nasty boy. I'll check later, but I'll bet you got a bunch of poop
in the seat of your pants. You're just lucky I showed up when I did, fella.
Get up close, you guys, and watch your hairy-assed buddy get the shit licked
from between his cheeks and his steaming rectum tongued out by a queer who
loves dirty assholes because the smell makes his cock so hard he wants to
lick the shit off and suck more out of the hole!"
Glenn took a deep breath, realizing he was so intoxicated and overamped he
was blathering. Before he started trying to outrage them with more
unnecessary smut, he quickly undertook his primary mission. Let them fend
for themselves. He had a gorgeously grotesque banquet before him and he
started to lick it. As he had with Dan, but with a higher degree of passion,
he laved the deep, greasy gutter above and below Tony's ring. His tongue
dragged up the crease, flicking around the sides, tasting every subtle
change in the crude mixture of tantalizing flavors. Fresh sweat, old juices
leaking from the pores, fresh shit and some tidbits that may have been a
month old, lint from his skid-marked underwear, and sticky little foreign
objects that clung to his asshairs. After lapping the moist crevices on each
side of Tony's hanging balls, and over the back of his nuts, Glenn growled
and attacked the big juicy hole itself and put his depraved exhibition into
full gear.
Dan and Brad watched intently as Glenn shamelessly cleaned the perimeter of
Tony's shitty asshole, nibbled the bulbous pouch of purple nodules that made
up his pooch, then pried the center of attraction open once more and
salaciously cleaned it out with slow, fluttering twists and probes of his
born-to-the- butt stiff tongue. No question about it. Dan and Brad clearly
saw the streaks of shit being slupped off and slurped out by Glenn's
determined licker and drawn into his mouth to be tasted and consumed. It was
the dirtiest thing they'd ever seen a guy do. Though unquestionably the
little queer's mouth was full of Tony's shit flavor, the kid continued to
drag as much as possible from that stinking pit by thrusting his tongue up
the jock's rearend as deeply as he could and rapidly tongue-fucking it like
a lizard on speed. Up the hole, into his mouth. Coat his tongue, taste what
he found. Thrust and parry. He'd shove in and lick around in a circle,
trying to reach every available pocket that might have some mush hding. Then
he glued his mouth over the opening and sucked Tony's shithole just because
it was so big and fleshy and nothing in the world was more exciting than
sucking another guy's asshole! Clean or dirty, shitholes were meant to be
nursed by Glenn's obsessive, loving lips.
Tony, meanwhile, was in constant awe. He was panting and stroking his
throbbing, dripping cock, lost in the stratosphere of calm turbulation
having a guy doing between his cheeks what no one should ever do and what
he'd never imagined anyone would do! But anybody could do that sick thing to
him five times a day and all Sunday! If he had the fucking money, he'd buy
himself a queer and give him a cot next to the toilet!
"How's it going, Tony?" Brad finally blinked from his trance.
"Wunnerful!" Tony muttered breathlessly.
"Kid lapped the shit out of ya! Dug right in and wiped it up with his tongue
and ate the streaks and chunks. It ain't filthy no more, pal. You just had
your keester reamed out by a fruit that thinks your crap is fruity and
delicious!"
"He's wunnerful! I'm gonna....ahh..."
Monitoring things subconsciously, Glenn was quick as a flash and ready. He
ducked down and snapped Tony's fat cock and wrapped his mouth over the guy's
pulsing knob just in time to catch the first deluge of boiling cream
shooting from the pisshole. Several jumbo eruptions followed in quick
succession as Tony bellowed and pushed his cock back between his legs so
Glenn could get more of into his mouth. Glenn obliged, working his mouth up
the shaft, trying to give Tony as complete a blowjob as he was able in that
position, and gulping the copious spunk down his throat.
"I'd say he has a quick trigger, but who could take that treatment for
long?"
"Sorta figured the kid would blow first," Brad remarked, "when that first
tang of shit hit his tastebuds. Look at the fucking puddle of precum down
there. His prick's been leaking like a faucet the whole time. Now that's
excitement. Practic- ally a decent load and it's not even real jizz. Well, I
say let's fuck him up the butt. Ole Tony's bunghole is gaping open so much
we could probably fuck 'em both, Dan. One thing's certain. Whoever fucks
Tony won't be getting any shit on his dick!"
"Funny," Tony scowled as he turned and sat on the couch, throwing his head
back.
Glenn caressed his thighs and scooched in to lazily lap Tony's balls in a
little gesture of gratitude. Then he got up and stretched, rubbing his sore
knees now that he was once again aware of the world beyond Tony's valley of
delight. He got a leering gleam in his eyes and lewdly licked his lips.
"That, you ignorant, pussy-whipped cretens, was yummy! Then again, if it
wasn't for straight guys a poor queen like me would never find a nice stinky
butt to wash out. I just wish one of you had the balls to blow me. Damn, my
cock's hard. Any takers?"
"He's going into another dream state, Dan," Brad smirked. "Unless you wanna
take him on. I wouldn't tell."
"Like hell you wouldn't!" Dan blurted. "Not that I want to, but I can see
why a queer would. He's got a piece of meat as good as anything we've got."
"Thanks, fellas, but 'if you were a queer' doesn't help me much right now. I
need what they call a man. You know, somebody fearless that knows the
pleasure of going to his knees and worshipping another man without shame.
There's a whole bunch of 'em next door, but I guess I'll bend over instead
and treat me to some primitive male aggression so you can stay on top of
things, so to speak." He grinned, enjoying the good-natured teasing.
"In faggolese, Dan, that means he wants screwed up the butt!" Brad snorted.
"Why don't I lay on the floor and Brad can fuck me while you sit on my face
and I get back to that rimjob I never finished, Dan? Then you can fuck me or
I'll blow you."
"Okay, but take it slow and easy on me. That shit's fantastic and you'll
make me shoot a load too soon. Guess I just have an over-sensitive butthole
or something."
"Great! I'm ready to fuck anything right now!" Brad cried, fisting his cock.
Glenn layed down and pulled his knees back. "Anything like this do?" He
asked, pulsing his asshole in and out in blatant invitation.
"Well, I never turn down a twitching hole with hair around it," he said,
kneeling down. "Except men with moustaches, maybe."
When Glenn pouted, asking, "Aren't you gonna kiss it a little first, baby?"
Brad wiped his sticky head over Glenn's asshole and drove about three inches
up his butt! Glenn grimaced, reminding him to take it easy at first...that
wasn't a cunt he was plowing.
Brad winked devilishly. "Then don't give me any more sass, cocksucker." He
slowed his entry while Glenn pulled Dan's butt down to his face and started
licking it.
Glenn relaxed quickly and Brad began screwing him faster, steadily
increasing his strokes until his entire prick was stuffed up the boy's
rectum and the fucking bell began to ring all clear. Getting onto his toes,
he soon had Glenn's legs wrapped around his back as he plowed downward into
Glenn's warm, clutching depths. Brad loved the position because he wanted to
slam the kid. He wanted to fuck the little queer's ass off the moment he
realized Glenn was humping back, just as hungry for Brad's meat. The only
drawback was that Brad had to twist his head to the side because straight on
brought him in too close proximity to Dan's stiff boner inches away. Any
real cocksucker fucking in that situation would be down on that cock in a
flash, blowing his buddy while he gets a buttwash. But Brad wasn't a
cocksucker. He was a straight dude who just happened to be fucking another
guy up the asshole, letting a guy suck his dick, and letting a guy eat his
ass. The way his prick was feeling up that silky tightness, he truly
wondered if a stranger was sitting on the kid's face at the moment, would he
still be as adamant or would he go down, down, down?
Dan was oblivious. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed,
enjoying the sensation of that wet tongue lazily flicking about between his
cheeks and probing into the confines of that sensitive portal hitherto
reserved for flushing his turds. The realization that Glenn was so entranced
with doing it precisely because it was his turdhole, resulted in a constant
barage of tiny electrical shivers of forbidden lust coarsing through his
naked body. He rather wished his asshole had been as grungy as Tony's,
intrigued to know whether the weird little faggot would find his shit as
enticing...or maybe even go bonkers over it and demand some au natural!
Butthole to mouth in one filthy extravaganza of depravity!
(Man, this gutter action is way too powerful on the senses. I gotta get
those dirty ideas outta my head before I start suggesting really disgusting
things we could make him do! Dan thought, trying to break his train of
thought. Besides, just because the kid licks assholes that are...well, still
have a little shit on them...doesn't mean he'd want a guy to do anything as
gross as actually shit a turd into his mouth!) Dan suddenly hopped off and
got down with his head next to Glenn's.
"I gotta know. Would you let a guy take a shit in your mouth? Are you that
dirty, that you'd let a turd slide between your lips from some dude's
asshole? I can't get it out of my mind and I just have to know one way or
the other."
Panting from the heavy fuck he was involved in, Glenn gasped with a breathy
incomplete smile, "I don't know, depends on the guy. You offering?"
"No, no! I just...I don't know, forget it. I gotta go get a drink of water."
After Dan scurried off to clear his head, Brad chuckled. As close as he was,
he heard the entire exchange.
"Sounds like you've been churning my buddy's bowels a little to much down
there. Gettin' heavy duty urges that'll have dung flying everywhere before
long."
"Naw," Glenn giggled. "He's just overamped and overwhelmed. He's just
curious how far I'd actually go. Seeing me lick a shitty asshole clean, then
watching a prick up my hole and feeling me darting in and out of his rectum
obviously searching for a taste of what's up there--and there's only one
thing... shit. I like tasting shit and his shithole is on my mouth.
Naturally he wonders what I'd do if he suddenly began to take a dump."
"What would you do? No, don't tell me. I don't want to know. If you do it, I
don't wanna see it. If you never have, I don't have a doubt in the world
that you will some day."
"Fuck me, Brad! Drive that big prick up my ass and fill my guts with gallons
of hot balljuice! Then Dan can climb on and take his mind off big steaming
turds shitting into my mouth and concentrate on normal stiff prick screwing
the daylights out of fag slutboy."
Within a minute they were both moaning and groaning, humping in furious
unison, Brad slamming his cock viciously into Glenn's totally receptive
cockpit. Even Tony was alert and over his exhaustion, watching them as his
prick began to slowly rise again. Dan walked in just as they bellowed out
their mutual climax and slowly wound down as their passion subsided, leaving
them dripping sweat and gasping.
"Sounds like somebody sure got their rocks on this block!" Dan chuckled, his
fist stroking the overworked erection still at peak engorgement.
"You're in the saddle, pal," Brad said to him. "Trust me, he's a better
piece of ass than 80% of the cunts I've fucked. Sloppy seconds don't mean a
thing. He can clamp those muscles around a joint and milk it 'til your teeth
chatter."
"I'm a little creaky in the joints," Glenn complained, turning over. "Lemme
get on all fours, if that's okay with you, Dan."
"Sure. You don't need a rest? You just unloaded. I'm rarin' to go, but
you're too cool a dude for us overdo taking advantage of you."
"Naw, shove it up my ass, man. Brad and Tony had ball- shattering comes, and
you need one real bad before you cream your knuckles. My asshole's probably
stretched so wide from that porking you can slide right in before my muscles
snap back into place. Besides, I love it. Once took four guys in succession,
and came each time. Of course, all those other queers that kept coming over
and sitting on my mouth the entire time helped a little."
Dan eagerly got behind Glenn's butt and looked at his asshole. It was cherry
red and puffed up, and it definitely had an open, drafty look to it. Aiming
carefully, Dan shoved his prick into the dark interior and easily sailed
free. His nuts were nuzzling Glenn's hanging balls before he felt the clench
of silky anal flesh wrap around his shaft and say Howdy!
Glenn glanced up seeing Brad patiently kneeling there with his slimy cock at
half-hang and a gleam in his eye. Oh yes, that's right. "Fuck my hole, Dan.
Fuck it as slow or fast as you want. Bang the crap out of me if you're
borderline, or pump my sloshy rump for the next hour. My ass is yours to
use, man. But if it'll turn your stomach or make your nuts instantly crack,
look away, because I have a prior obligation to perform and it'll only make
my juicy bung all the more eager to have you stuffing it."
With that, Brad scooted up until his slagging cock was brushing over Glenn's
lips. He had a prick to clean, and damned if the fucker didn't smell
delectable! There's always a bunghole among bungholes that refreshes without
fail. No amount of fatigue or sated libido can contend with the recuperative
powers of Glenn's own essence. The smell he was inhaling rushed to his
brain. His cock began to instantly fill with pulsing blood as the aroma he
adored above all wafted up his nostrils. Never, in all his couplings or
sessions of group debauchery, had he hesitated for a second when confronted
face to face with a cock freshly withdraw from his own rectum. Slick or
caked in filth, he always accepted a prick he'd been fuck by...into his
mouth to be sucked, licked, and thoroughly cleaned. A monstrous glob of his
creamy shit is the closest he's come to eating a turd, but he has absolutely
no qualms about mouthing his own shit from a guy's cock. Yeah, he eats it.
He eats it, and he loves doing it. And he loves having an audience watching
him!
Brad's cock was cum drenched and covered with slimy juice from his rectum.
There was some shit on the knob and more beneath the ridge. What you might
describe as decently respect- able for a guy to suck on from anybody's
asshole, Glenn savored the bittersweet sourness and zesty tang his rectum
produced in abundance. He gripped Brad's shaft with two fingers at the base
and lifted it so the man could observe every obscene lap his tongue took
along the sticky shaft, and every smooching movement his mouth made as the
cheesy flecks and brown shit were kissed off the knob and dragged from the
most reliable, unfailing spot for hidden treasure...the natural
shit-capturing ridge under the cockhead.
It was understandable that Glenn had a special attraction to guys with fat,
bulbous cock knobs. Not only were they suckable delights, but loyal
confederates in the quest to supply a wonderful stuffing fuck while doubling
as a magnifi- cent collector of deeply entrenched goodness from upper colon
to Glenn's lips and back down again. And how those guys get a charge out of
watching him scoop that crap out from beneath and swallow it down with
wanton, unbridled depravity! Lots of guys eat out dirty assholes, and more
than a few will gladly take a man's turd into his mouth, but there's
something extra filthy watching a cock-sucker eating his own shit from your
prick with shameless adoration!
"That's it, dirty boy," Brad patted him on the head, "clean that stinking
meat. Hot little queer has another big cock up his ass while he eats the
shit off the first one. Then he's gonna beg for the second one the moment it
slides out of his cum-filled cock hotel and suck it madly, desperately,
hoping it brought something nasty up from the basement--something real nasty
and brown and stinking. The stuff he makes special peanut butter and jelly
sandwiches with when nobody's looking!"
"Jezzus, Brad!" Tony scowled, admonishing him. He'd been standing there
since Brad's cock first went to Glenn's lips. He wanted to see him clean it
off. "Sometimes I think you're more disgusting than he is!"
"Picturing him shitting on a piece of bread doesn't tickle your sense of
humor, hunh?"
"It does mine," Dan surprisingly interjected with a contented smile as he
tossed his head around dreamily with his eyes closed, swaying to the rush of
sensations flowing from the head of his cock up through his entire body as
he sensuously shafted Glenn's smooth membranes and felt the intense heat of
the rectal furnace tingling and massaging his shaft more intimately than any
orifice had ever done. Part of his silly, detached grin was the enjoyable
fantasy he was allowing himself to indulge in. The image of his cock
rummaging around Glenn's rectum, undulating against the fleshy, living
pinkness as it moved aside when he penetrated and tightened while retreating
to keep a possessive, loving grip on his cock--pleading for a quick return.
But the naughty image he allowed with secret glee was watching his cock at
full penetration sliding along and pushing into Glenn's deeply situated
pocket of warm, sensuous, creamy shit. Soothing his knob. Heating it. Making
it stink and trying to cling on...some of the juices going into Dan's pores.
All taking place in hidden secrecy...all purposely planned by Dan's brain
with full knowledge of his perverted desires with no moral judgment
involved. Even his shit contains intuitive knowledge that a visitor has come
to be pleasured and soothed and coaxed into acting as a carrier to take the
edge off a craving addiction that will not abate and must be fed. He
chuckled aloud at the preposterous image of little turdballs carrying tiny
suitcases as they hop onto his prick and cling tightly for the ride out.
Yeah, they're causing all that tingling! Little turdballs digging their
nails into my shaft and hanging on!
"You gonna rearend him all day, Danny?" Brad nudged his shoulder.
"H-hunh? Oh. Wow. I can't believe I still haven't come. Is it just me,
queers in general, or does this kid have a magic asscunt or something? I
don't wanna start blowing cocks or anything, but I could fuck Glenn every
day and never miss pussy one bit."
"He's just a queer with an asshole, buddy. Okay, maybe a special queer with
an asshole that's got a little magic. Alright, maybe even..."
"WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON HERE?" Somebody bellowed from the doorway.
Startled, they all turned to see two big guys with real angry expressions.
One had a gun!
"Hey, dudes!" Brad gushed pleasantly once he recognized who they were.
"Brad, you little turd, what the fuck's going on? Somebody said they saw you
going over the back fence. What'd you fuckers do, drag him over here for a
gang rape? Glenn, you okay, man?"
Glenn nodded, with a relieved smile. Dan was frozen on the spot...his cock
still buried up Glenn's butthole, also frozen into rigidity.
"Glenn's perfectly delirious, as you can see, neighbors," Glenn chuckled.
"He has a nice big cock up his asshole and a delightfully expressive huge
grin on his satisfied puss. Is that the picture of tortured abuse, or a
happy homo getting his every wish fulfilled?"
"Don't smart off, you prick. I'm too damned worked up for anything but
straight explanations."
"Hmmm. Straight explanations, hunh? You would recognize something straight
if you came across it, right? I mean, considering..."
The growing anger on the guy's face was quickly dissolved by the sound of
Glenn's uproarious laughter. He, more than any of them, could see the
absurdity of the situation and was too amused to break it up until
absolutely necessary. But he couldn't control his outburst any longer. He
giggled and added, "Keep fucking me, Dan. Let them work it out. We got
business to cum-clude. Jigger me innards, matey!"
Cautiously approaching the men when the one guy let out an exasperated sigh
and his body visibly untensed, Brad stopped halfway because he was unable to
control the impulse for one last wisecrack and he didn't care to be too
close.
"So, guys, how do you like my cock?" He gave them a huge grin, then quickly
got serious just in case. "Listen, I know I've been a real prick to you guys
all these years, and I sincerely regret it. I had no right, no reason, no
excuse except that I'm a loud-mouthed asshole who can't think for himself so
he goes with the crowd. But I hope you've noticed I haven't pulled that shit
in well over a year. I don't expect your forgiveness, but I'd like a truce.
This..." he turned and waved his arm toward the three naked guys, two in
oblivious rut, since Glenn was not alarmed and Dan was too hot not to take
his word for it, "is all my fault. But it's all fun and games. I got turned
on peeking through the fence at all the butt-fucking and cocklicking and
snuck over buck naked just to see if I could get this one nasty fucking kid
to lick out my asshole. I sat on his face then I brought him home and he's
been happier than a pig in shit doing me and my buddies... blowing, fucking,
eating out dirty assholes. Well, you know him better than we do. Does that
sound like it'd be rape or Disneyland to Glenn?"
"Glenn, you little slut! When we realized how long you'd been gone we
panicked. And here you are peddling your itchy ass to all the neighbor boys,
teaching them filthy things and making them crazy. Dammit, boy, you know how
easy it is to turn a straight boy's head. Brad, it's good we got here in
time. Say what you want, but two more hours and you fellows would have cocks
in your mouths and shootin' your third or fourth loads."
"Dream on, Bozo!" Brad snorted. "I don't go that easy. Woulda taken him well
into tomorrow afternoon before I ever sucked a guy's dick!"
That broke the ice and made everyone laugh.
"Hey, come in the kitchen and I'll get you guys a beer while they finish
their butthole boning in peace. Come on, Tony. Aw, forget your fuckin'
clothes. Who cares? Hey, Peterson, you never did say whether you like my
cock."
With a big grin, his neighbor said, "Very nice. Very suckable. Actually,
though, I've been eyeing your cute butt all these years."
"Well, buddy, here's the straight talk. It's available, but presently
restricted to tongue action. However, in any range of flavor you might
prefer. Glenn, as you might guess, had the Deluxe with everything on
it...and that's what enticed him over the wall."
"Yeah, and he licked my ass inside and out and it was all shitty!" Tony
blurted.
"Bet you tossed your marbles over that, didn't you?"
Tony sheepishly nodded. The man with the gun brazenly got behind Tony and
pulled his buttcheek open and whistled. "Absolutely perfect for a dungheap,
Al. Add shit to this crack and you got one mighty powerful stud!"
"Uh, yeah, Glenn said I sure stunk, alright," Tony giggled, "just before he
licked it."
"I'm sure. But what I meant was real power. Seductive power. Shit on an
asshole so incredibly gross as yours to start with, and you can have any man
with those tendencies at your fucking mercy. Guys would fucking marry you,
buy you yachts, just to have that keester to come home to and bury their
tired faces in for relaxation. Even if you keep it wiped, you've got a gold
mine between your cheeks. It's not my trip, but if you wiped after taking a
dump, I'd buy you a pony just to suck it once a week!"
Tony laughed. Then he half whispered, "There's no shit on it now, mister.
Glenn made sure of that."
Taking the unveiled hint, the guy knelt down and buried his face up Tony's
butt and licked the big repulsive-looking asshole. Smiling, Tony brazenly
doubled over and let the man suck his ass as the others watched with
amusement.
"Tell you what, beanpole," Al Peterson dragged Brad's attention away. "You
loosen up enough to give me a handjob, and I'll rim your sweet little butt
with a few more years of experience than bumboy in the other room."
"Handjob, hunh? Fist around the old meat, pumpin' up the jizz? Wouldn't have
to learn much to carry that out, would I? I'll shake on that. Hope you like
your bungholes ripe and hairy. Hell, for you I'll even wipe it. Oh, damn, I
did say any flavor of your choice, didn't I? I guess it's up to you, then."
"You little snot. Do I look like a pussy to you? When I do a man, I take him
as he is. Who the hell do you think taught Glenn everything he knows? You're
dealing with the fucking coach now, asswipe! You're not old enough to
produce enough grunge to disgust me. You'd have to be laying dead in a field
three days to stink enough for me to hold my nose. Of all the queers on the
other side of that fence, you picked the two you'll never be able to
humiliate. You just take as long as you like to let your buttcrack fester
and ripen, then give me a call. I'll come over here, because by then the
city council probably won't let you walk the streets without passing out gas
masks. Course, I don't mind admitting a little preview would lessen my
impatience. You know, if you just happened to bend over and find something
real interesting in the linoleum to stare at for a spell, I might suddenly
get real dizzy and just have to kneel down til I get my senses back."
"Golly," he spun around. "Tony sure seems to find something interesting on
the floor." He bent way over, spreading his legs and exposing his asscrack
to the man. "Wonder what he's looking at." Tony glanced over, stifling a
giggle, as Brad winked at him. Together they both got rimmed deliciously by
the gun- toting intruders--now pussycats--whose aggressiveness was all
channeled into the pink wiggly things they were inserting into hairy young
rectums destined to be the rage among the local buttsuckers if they played
their cards right and carefully scheduled the use of Charmin!
Screams and cries came from the living room. Distinctly recognizable as the
culmination of two heaving bodies sharing a moment of nirvana, nobody
bothered to check it out. A minute later, however, Brad twisted his head and
glanced into the living room to satisfy his curiosity. Sure enough, Glenn
was on his knees before a wobbly-kneed, standing Dan, sucking his juicy
pecker and licking up and down a shaft that most assuredly was a lot
shittier than Brad's had been. Dan watched, rustling the kid's hair, finding
the act not the least disgusting. His imaginary visit up Glenn's rectum had
fully prepared him for this inevitable conclusion. He watched in awe and
excitement as Glenn tongued the slop from his dripping prick and shamelessly
ate the goodly amount of crap glued fiercely around his knob and the sides
of his prick. He loved watching the boy eating his own shit and wished it
was even filthier than it was. When it was complete, Dan leaned over and
whispered something into Glenn's ear. A burning desire he had and a wishful,
almost pleading, hope that Glenn's reply would be affirmative. Glenn looked
up at him with an Oh, you would, hunh? smirk, and slowly nodded. They sat on
the couch in a whispered huddle until the guys came out and dragged him out
the door naked. He came over that way, he can damned well swing his bare
butt over the fence again!
"Well, did I deliver?" Brad clapped his hands. "Was that a shit-licking
afternoon of adventure or what? Guess you got short-changed a little, Dan.
Tony and I both got rimjobs and sucked off in the kitchen."
"I'm satisfied. Might even get a little bonus later on."
"What's that mean?"
"Oh, never mind. I might tell you if it comes about."
"Well, if it involves Glenn, it involves something filthy. I'll use my
imagination and...maybe go over some of the past comments and conversations
of the day. I'll bet I can come up with a few speculations. Anyway, Al said
any time they got a party going on, and especially a backyard full of naked
queers, we're welcome to join in if we're in the mood for a bunch of fags
crawling over us, worshipping every part of our lovely bodies with no
obligations. See, let that be a lesson to you. Never go around yelling
FILTHY QUEERS! and DIRTY COCKSUCKERS! cause you might lose out on a few
years of hot action!"