Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2006 03:07:13 +0000
From: spartan@speakeasy.net
Subject: Filthy Business - 1

Hey mister, let me tell you about one of my clients.  Brad is pretty
typical of the type of degenerates who use my services.  They all tend to
be white-collar business types; men in their late thirties to early
fifties; stressed to the max with their "str8" careers and "st8" lives with
very little free time to indulge in their real fetishes.  These suits are
always watching the clock, always racing to appointments, but also anxious
for sex and always living double lives; your typical American male
masochist.  Walking sperm banks yacking on cellphones, balls bloated to
overflowing always thinking about quick hot relief as they go about their
"jobs".  They're not young enough anymore for the waiting game in the bars
or video arcades, but still young enough to be on the bone all day with no
place to really get taken care of; by an experienced guy who knows how it
feels and what they really need.  Horny masochistic closet-cases that need
to be treated like fucking dirt by an older sweaty man who will degrade
them for an hour or two until get their nut.  Around 40 when they've become
more sophisticated in their sexual desires, it becomes apparant to guys
like Brad they can easily satisfy there fetishes as they do everything else
in life; by just paying for it.

Brad fits the bill perfectly.  39 years old, with a nagging wife and two
thankless teens back in the burbs rotting in some over-priced house
mortgaged to the hilt, while he travels 40 weeks of the year to pay for it
all. But the travel also gives him the opportunity to prowl for strange
cock to worship out of town where no one he knows will ever find out.
These guys like Brad work hard all their lives and makes good money to
support a lifestyle they're too busy to enjoy, are usually well respected
in their communities and among their peers.  Yes Brad, like so many of
these guys, has made all the right moves that society expected of him.  But
the price he's paid is also typical; bigtime sexual repression, just
seething with frustration that seems to become an obsession the older they
get.  That's where I come in.

Usually, about the time they start hitting 40, it drawns on blokes like
Brad that time is running out to address their real needs as the perverts
they are; time running out to fulfill the dark desires they've neglected in
their single-minded quest for money and security.  Around 40 there's no
time left for the waiting games of youth; waiting for perfect idealized
"clean" men with perfect teeth.  They're too old and wise now to care so
much about a man's personal hygiene as long as he's got a nasty hard
stinking prick between his legs to force down a hungry cocksucker's throat
just begging for cum.  The filth of older disheveled men whom they
sometimes pass on the street and whose strong masculine odor attracts them
like a magnet becomes increasingly more seductive after 40 until they
finally "give in" to their basic urge to become a body slave--if only
temporarily--to such unwashed men.  Guys like Brad aren't sexually secure
because they've never been allowed to enjoy their natural scent--and that's
where an older man like me holds alot of appeal for them.  A man old enough
to be their father maybe, whom they can believably still look up to--even
at 40; a tough dirty older guy with a big unwashed prick and a foul mouth
that they can worship on their knees and service from head to toe with REAL
enthusiasm. Especially if the older guy is in shape still and sexually
dominant.  Yeah, the Brad's in this world find that irressistable.

Like all my clients Brad is basically transfixed by the odors of an
unwashed older male body; his genitals in particular.  My filth.  The filth
that only a man like myself who comes from trailer trash and who has worked
in blue-collar jobs all his life acquires as second-nature.  The kind of
guy that wears the same jock and wife-beater for weeks on end.  These
corporate drone types like Brad have usually come from antiseptic
conservative backgrounds, groomed from the cradle to be sanitized
white-collar slaves in professional careers without ever having explored or
enjoyed the bodily functions or odors that bond men to one another.  A
natural smelling man is a novelty for these guys.  Shoving their heads
under a hairy stinking pit really gets their deodorized nostrils flaring,
their squeaky-clean yuppie pricks up fast.  Guys like Brad come home when
they stick their tongues into a nice musty unwashed asshole or under a
cheesy foreskin; it really makes their day--or at least the lunch hour they
can spare to molest a dirty guy like me--with their tongues and lips
cleaning every part of me while I tell the fucking cocksuckers what
disgusting creeps they really are.

Discretion is very important to these guys and I respect that.  When Brad's
in town he sets up an appointment with me beforehand, and I'll put on a
jacket and tie if he's staying at a hotel so I can drop by his room without
attracting undo attention.  Once inside we get right down to biz because,
as usual, Brad ain't got much time, and we both know the drill.  Brad's got
the money and I've got what he wants and needs; he can smell it as I
undress.  Brad is particularly fond of my filthy boot socks which I never
seem to change until some fag buys them off me.  There seem to be alot of
these filthy foot fags around.  Brad's favorite thing is to have me sit on
the couch or edge of the bed in my dirty jock an' undershirt and let him
sniff and lick on my dirty socks as I try to cram my feet--one at a
time--into his mouth while he sucks the dirt from my socks and grovels for
more.  Sometimes I make him lick my dirty boots clean if we have extra
time; he loves that too.  Brad's big mouth is pretty much full or otherwise
occupied during our filth sessions, so I give him a running commentary of
verbal abuse on how he's doing as a bottom-feeding low-life cocksucking fag
slave who needs to worship a real man like me.  He's got a pretty good body
for a white-collar fag--nothing terrific, but not out of shape either--he'd
lose his job if it were.  If the cocksucker is in fairly good condition
I'll let him strip to his boxers and work on his meat for me while he wets
down my socks with his sucking fag cunt-mouth.  When it's foot cleaning
time he pulls off the socks with his teeth, then pigs out on my dirty feet
as I let him pry out the toejam packed under my long dirty yellow nails.
Geeze that guy is a pig for that crud.  Moving right along--and with Brad
he's always got an eye on that clock--after he's cleaned my feet proper and
gotten his fill of toejam down his pig throat and smeared some on his cunt
face, then it's time to face-fuck the bastard.

First I tease him for a few minutes by letting him wipe his tongue and face
all over my wide-band jock pouch, stinking, grimy and almost black from
months or years of fag slobber plus my own cum and piss loads all caked
into the slimy webbing.  That man stench really gets his engine going and I
make sure he gets his money's worth out of it, pushing that fag mouth of
his down hard onto the pouch until his mouth is hooked onto my hard
stinking prick underneath which is by now needing a good dirt-covered fag
mouth to fuck into.  Having done this many times Brad knows just how to
kneel into the correct position between my legs so when I stand and grab
him by the ears I've got the right leverage to pound the bastard's cunt
face till he gags--sometimes thru the jock, sometimes with it off so he can
get not only the full deep penetration of my prick down his cunt throat,
but also the full force stench of my VERY thick and hairy crotch when his
nose is buried in it.  Alot of the appeal for guys like Brad is that the
older guys tend to have more body hair, and have a thicker pubic bush which
really holds the man stink they crave in better then a younger dude whose
crotch hair tends to be much lighter.  Being older means I don't pop off
like a kid which means Brad can take his time until his own masochistic
frenzy dictates when he wants to climax, which usually gives him a real
good five or six minutes of face pounding before he creams himself.  I make
him eat it while I watch and jerk off on his fag face.  Which is what he's
paying for.  If we have any extra time Brad sometimes asks to suck my thick
hairy pits or otherwise clean me with his tongue, but usually we don't have
time for too much of that.  It's the dirty socks and prick that are the
main meal for Brad.

Guys like Brad are instantly overcome with guilt after they shoot and quick
to hop into the shower and smell sweet again, avoiding eye contact as much
as possible until I take my money and leave.  But I know I will hear from
Brad soon enough when he's in town next time, filled to overflowing with
pent-up desires from all the weeks he's been fantasizing about our next
encounter when he can debase himself once again before a real man and once
again become the cocksucking filth-loving degenerate he knows himself to be
under that suit and tie.

Filthy Guy <spartan@speakeasy.net>