Date: Fri, 29 Mar 2002 17:15:02 -0500
From: Roland Spildew <spildew@hotmail.com>
Subject: Confessions of a Kiss Ass: Part 1 / MM  rimming

The following story is fiction. The characters therein are inventions and
are not meant to represent or resemble any actual person living or dead.
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hereby warned that the following will certainly offend you. You should not
read it.

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Now the story...

Confessions of a Kiss Ass: Part 1

     When I kiss an ass I take my time. I don't just plunge my head into
the crack and start lapping it up. No no. I'm a very refined ass kisser.
     In the first place, though I am a married man with children, I do not
want to kiss a woman's ass, and certainly not my wife's. Fuck her, yes. I
love to fuck cunt. And licking it is good too. But when it comes to kissing
ass, only a man's ass will do. Young and athletic ass is better than old
executive ass, but in a pinch even an old ass will do. But a young runner
or basketball player ass--nasty sweaty bliss.
     For example let's take young Alex, a lean dark-haired runner with
narrow hips and hard thighs. When I go over to Alex's he's stomach-down on
his bed waiting for me. He's just finished his run for the day and hasn't
showered yet. I take off his shoes and socks and rub his boney hard feet
for a little while. I take in their rich sweaty odor, then I reach up and
pull his shorts off. I leave his jock strap on. It smells good and funky
and frames his beautiful hard ass with those white straps.
     Usually I then take all my clothes off, but last Saturday I didn't. I
just unfastened my pants and pulled my hard-on out so I could play with it
as I kissed Alex. I wish he had a mirror in his room so I could see myself
attending to him, but he doesn't. Oh well.
     I get on my knees between his spread legs and while I enliven my cock
with one hand, I use the other to rub up and down his thighs and butt and
rippled back with its hard muscles and line of spine leading up to his
broad shoulders and short brown hair. His head is to the side, laying on
his hands, his arm pits exposed so I can see strands of dark hair
protruding.  When his eyes aren't closed he can see out of the left one to
watch me.
     I bend down to get close to his ass. I can smell his groin odors and I
can see the slight little downy, almost invisible hairs on the perfect
round orbs of his buttocks. He clenches them for me, then with his back
muscles lifts his ass upwards for me. He wants me to start. He's eager.
     And for me there's nothing more exciting than a man who truly wants
his ass to be kissed, who is hard in anticipation of it (as Alex is). When
I first saw Alex and propositioned him, I was ready to offer money. But the
look on his face when I asked him if I could kiss his ass told me that that
would not be necessary.
     Alex's sweet round ass is elevated and waiting for me. I breathe
gently on him, seeing the little hairs stir. I think I see the slight spasm
of a chill go up his spine.
     A few coarse hairs are visible down in the dark crevice. I cannot yet
see the object of my desire, but those hairs are like signs telling me
where it is.
     "More, Alex," I say. "Raise it more."
     He spreads his legs wider apart and at the same time bends his ass up
higher and more open. I can see it. IT. Down within a little kinky frame of
ass hair it lies waiting.
     I begin to salivate as I look at it. I want to glom onto it
immediately. But I don't.
     "It's beautiful Alex," I say. "You have a truly beautiful asshole." A
gross understatement--yet it's all I can come up with though it's the exact
same thing I say every time I see it.
     I part his perfect globes with my hands. Looking up I see his lips
curl into a smile. Looking back down, I see it better now. The dark
encircling hair and a faint stain of brown skin makes a kind of corona
around the dark rich pink of the anal lips. And like the lips of the mouth,
these lips make not a nice round hole of the ass, but a long slit--a
vertical one, kind of crinkly.
     I've observed that every individual's ass lips tend to be different.
Some are thick and puffy. Some protrude. Some sink in. Some are
darker. Some are browner.
     Alex's are a dark brown at the edge and become pinker as they come to
the center. They are not puffy and protrude only slightly just at the edge
of the opening.
     I blow on them and they quiver and tighten for a second, then relax
and open more. This shows a gash of bright hot pink. This is where the
secret lies. As I pull the lips apart I can see a stickiness between them
that keeps them from opening easily. Seeing that stickiness makes my cock
jump and ooze precum. I bend down to smell my athlete. It's a nasty funky
odor full of sweat and the faint memory of the last time Alex shit. I close
my eyes and fly on the smell of Alex pure Alex nasty boy carnal Alex. I
stop breathing for a moment, then as my breath returns I just say "o man".
     He twitches his ass again and opens his eye to look at me. "Come on
Roland," he says, "stop messin' around and kiss my ass."
     I bend down and kiss the globes, first left then right. I part his
crack again and begin kissing around the outside ring, next to where the
hairs start to grow. I kiss around and around only slowly moving in toward
the center. My tongue wets the hairs and I get my first light taste of
sweat and funk. He raises and spreads his ass more. He wants it so bad
now. My tongue dances around the edge of his anus more and more rapidly. I
stop and raise back for a second, looking once more at his perfect hole,
anticipating the next sweet awful moment of my life as a kiss-ass. My hand
reaches under the jock strap and caresses his hard cock as my face descends
and my mouth lips touch his anal lips.
     I kiss his ass. My lips part and my tongue protrudes and touches that
nasty hot pink center of his nasty hot pink shit hole. My cock twitches. It
feels like I could cum without touching it. His cock is totally engorged
and leaking precum. He's holding his breath then letting it go in a kind of
sigh. My wet tongue entirely covers his pink and brown hole now. The taste
is intense in its bitter nastiness. Alex is a clean hygienic boy, but
there's no eradicating the taste of shit entirely from a rectum. And while
I have no desire to eat shit, I love this nasty funky taste of sweat and
the trace of this morning's defecation. For years I wouldn't admit that,
but now I know it's true. I don't understand why, but I know that the
reason I want to taste those lips is because Alex's shit passed between
them.
     I'm totally slathering his hole now with my tongue and spit. He's
pushing his ass as much into my face as he can. Faintly I hear him whisper,
"Lick my hole. Lick it." I'm completely intoxicated. My tongue pushes into
his anus as far as it can go. The inside of his hole is the smoothest and
most sensuous feeling my tongue or lips or mouth has ever encountered and I
can't feel or taste enough of it. I imagine, I wish my tongue were feet
long so it could reach far far deeper up his hole. I want to wash every
minute centimeter of the inside of his ass with my tongue and saliva.
     My cock is throbbing and my precum flows as does his. He is on his
knees now with his ass pushed into my face. I enter a sex-mind-ass-hole
zone where time ceases and all that exists is my sacred mouth on his
delectable shit hole.
     Every once in a while he groans and says something like, "eat me, eat
that ass." At some point our positions change and he is sitting on my face.
I'm licking his hole, my saliva mixed with his funk. He's jacking off and I
am too. His hole opens wide to let my tongue in, then spasms shut as orgasm
overtakes him and his hot jism shoots onto my chest and stomach. I'm right
there with him trying to totally engulf his hole with my mouth as my orgasm
surges through me and I seem to disappear for a second, seem to exist
merely as an impossible commingling of mouth and ass and cock and ecstasy.
     As I open my eyes, I see his wet worked-over hole moving away from me.
     "Dude that was so incredible," he says. I just nod.