Date: Tue, 19 Jun 2001 21:03:43 -0700
From: Roderick Shafton <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: ALLEYS & ALCOVES--Part 2

	        ALLEYS & ALCOVES--Part 2

   I remember one time I had to wait a few hours downtown
for a court appointment. Nothing earth-shaking, just some
bureaucratic buttshit that was gonna take about 45 seconds
but fucked up my whole day. Too far to go back home and too
short a time to do anything else, so I walked to a liquor
store and got a pint of vodka to soothe my anger.
   Sitting on a stoop around the corner in an alley, I
swigged it down faster than I should have. I didn't even
mind when a grubby, bearded guy--eyeing my bottle--
sauntered up and planted his butt next to me. "How's it
going?" he asked cheerfully.
   "Well, right now it's going down too fast. Here, help
me out with this stuff, willya."
   "Sure, buddy. Be glad to!" He took the offered paper
bag and guzzled down a healthy chug before wiping the top
off on his filthy sleeve and handing it back to me with a
grunt of thanks. That made me burst out laughing and
brought a quizzical look to his face.
   "S-sorry, that just hit me funny, man. You did it
figuring I'd be offended drinking from it after you did,
but wiping it on your dirty sleeve wasn't exactly an
improvement."
   "Yeah, guess that was kinda dumb. Sorry."
   "No sweat, man. Considering some of the places I've put
my lips, your spit won't offend me."
   "Yeah? Uh, you just saying that as a kinda joke, or you
talkin' dirty stuff for real?"
   I didn't answer him. I turned my head and looked him
over. Underneath his rags he might've been halfway decent.
He was maybe 30, tall and skinny, and smelled very strong.
   "Are you as homeless as you look?" I finally asked.
   "Yep. Going on nearly two years, but I get by." He said
this cheerfully, but with a tinge of resignation.
   "Bad breaks, or are you just another loser who gave
up?"
   "Damn, you cut to the quick, doncha? Bad breaks,
mostly, but it sure is tough not to give up when you can't
get a job, can't dress decent to go looking for a job, and
can't..."
   "Shower?" I finished for him.
   "Yeah. Guess you can tell, hunh?"
   "You kidding? Your armpits alone are so ripe they'll
give me wet dreams all month!"
   "Hunh? What the hell ya...I know I stink, man, but
what're you saying something weird like that for?"
   I took a big swig of vodka. "Yeah, I'll bet if I opened
your pants and stuffed my face down there I'd get the
thrill of a lifetime."
   "SAY! Oh, I'm getting the drift..."
   "I'll bet your smelly balls would make my head spin.
Does your cock reek? Bet you got a long snakey one, uncut,
with lots of cheesy crud and stale piss under your fore-
skin. And with no showers, you probably got a raunchy
asshole that's all shit-encrusted, right? Gettin' real
itchy by now? Layer upon layer of flaky dung collecting in
the seat of your pants?"
   When I reached over to stroke his dick, he didn't stop
me. He reached for the bottle. He took a big gulp--his eyes
never leaving mine--and glared suspiciously. His cock was
getting hard.
   "Probably all that and more. What're you leading up to?
You some kind of sniff-and-blow, blow-and-sniff smell
freak? Rub your nose up my crack and come in your pants? Is
that it? Your balls erupt from gettin' a big whiff of some
dude's shit?"
   "I have some things in the car. I'm offering you fresh
clothes and a bath."
    "Uh. Wow. For a minute there you sounded like..."
   "A tongue bath. Cock, balls, tits, toes. I'll whiff
your greasy crack, alright, then chew the crust off your
asshole and tongue the crap right out of your dirty
shithole. Then I'll blow you!"
   He stared at me, open-mouthed and disbelieving. His
prick was hard as a board and snaked down his thigh a good
ten or eleven inches. "You gonna do it right here?" he
smirked. "I've been blown. Not in this condition...but
whatever gets your rocks off, cocksucker. God knows I could
sure use a cleanup--one way or another. Sure be a shame
puttin' on fresh duds only to stink 'em all up, right?"
   "Come on." I dragged him back down the alley, all the
way to the end, trying to find a place.
   "Over here." He pulled my arm and led me into a dark
alcove. "This place is boarded up. Nobody comes back
here." He backed his rangy body up against the wall and
waited...breathing heavily...the bulge in his pants
straining the material.
   I dropped into a crouch and pressed my face to his
crotch. His heady aroma came right through and nearly made
me swoon. Frantically, I grabbled with his buckle and snaps
in a rush to get that prick out. Then I yanked 'em down to
his ankles...followed immediately by a pair of yellowish-
gray jockey shorts. I could plainly see the many brown
streaks in the seat of them--fully-exposed skid marks from
scratching his asshole. I was tempted to go right down
between his legs and lick the shit from his shorts, but the
smell of his prick was too enticing as it banged me on the
forehead.
   Lifting my bead, I followed my nose until I was
dragging it up and down his long, oily cockshaft from his
balls to his moist, pungent knob. No, he wasn't uncut. But
his incredibly long, slim cock smelled to high heaven...
magnificent...nearly as good as one that just flopped out
of some hot stud's humid rectum after a torrid, furious
fuck so deep it reached every corner of his slimy bowels!
   He kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his pants,
spreading his legs even as he asked me if I was sure I
wanted to go through with it.
   "Man, I smell so bad it even makes me wanna puke! You
sure?"
   I looked up at him with glazed eyes. "l'm gonna start
by sucking your balls!"
   First I thrust my tongue into the wet crevice where his
sack met his thigh and lapped the sweat and filth out of
there. After doing the same to the other side, I twisted
until I was looking up with my palms down on the ground to
get my face between his legs.
   "Squat down a little and just drop 'em into my mouth,
fella. I wanna be able to smell your asshole while I wash
'em."
   "Don't strain, man. Just lay down. I'll being 'em
to ya."
   "No, not yet," I hissed. "This way for a while, okay? I
don't want my hands free quite yet. It'll rush things, and
I got a fuckin' lot of cleaning to do. This might take
hours!" Fuck the judge. I'd made my own judgement. I was
doing community service to the homeless!
    I nestled in there for quite a while, slurping his
gamey, hairy nuts as I sniffed the wealth of stink from his
widened asscrack and stared at his puffy, crinkled pooch. A
few times he poked his raging prick back and gave me a
brief mouthfuck. Steadily, we got lower and lower until my
head was on the concrete, he was balanced in an obscene
squat over my mouth, and his hands began to fiddle in my
crotch...opening my pants. I said something innane about it
not being necessary and he shouldn't feel obligated or go
against his own grain.
   "It's no trouble...I feel like it. Aren't too many men
can grow up where I did, Texas, do four years in the
Marines, then live on the streets of L.A. and never sucked
a prick or two. Even half a dozen or more if you're broke
and get occasional urges for some hooch. Besides, it's been
so long since anybody's touched my stinking body, I'm
grateful. You just suck anything you want out of my hole.
I'll take care of this little prick for you."
   He could have simply been comparing it to his own...or
purposely insulting me. Funny how some guys feel perfectly
free to humiliate you just because you're tonguing shit out
of their rectum.
   "Say, do you think...uh..."
   "Hmmm? What?"
   "Well, I was just thinking. While I got you here, you
think I oughta go ahead and take a shit? Sometimes I tend
to hold it in too long. And, you know, so I don't get
the..."
   "Jeez, give 'em an inch...!" I muttered.
   "S-sorry. I didn't mean to..."
   "I'm kidding! I'm kidding! I'd love to watch your turds
come out. After all this old slag I've been melting down,
I'm in just the mood for something fresh and steamy. Yeah,
do it. Shit a big juicy turd I can lick. Better yet, do it
into my mouth. I'll suck the brown juice out of the muther-
fucker! Oh yes. Then I'll get to suck your dirty ass clean
again!"
   I could almost hear the hinges creak as his rusty,
curled asslips stretched and stretched...way past normal
dilation. I was so elated this was taking place in
sunlight. It was one of the most exciting of all the times
I'd watched men defecate. It wasn't all that long, but the
fucker was THICK! At its tautest, his anus could easily
have taken a fist had it not been filled with shit. It was
all I could do to get my lips over it. There was no way I
wasn't  going to...it was dark, hard and slimy. For many
delirious minutes I sucked and sucked...squeezing hard,
draining hot brown juices from it that streamed down my
throat.
   He blubbed the tailend of it out, leaving his mushy
lips fluttering and gaping, looking back between his legs
at some idiot happily sucking away on his rectal filth.
Finally, he reached back and gently pulled it from my
mouth...tossing it into the corner.
   "That's enough, man. You'll ruin your breath for a
whole week. Just swab my hole out and we'll blow each other
off together. I never wanted to suck down a man's balljuice
as much as I do yours. Sure hope eating out crappers like
that doesn't ruin the taste of your syrup. I could swallow
a horse-load of it right now!"
   I purposely ass-licked him in record time. It was quick
because I knew we were both ready to unload, but I dredged
and probed...rootering him out so it would last a couple of
days...lapped and licked the rim and sucked the wrinkles.
Then I quickly moved us onto our sides so we could 69. He
already had my pants down to my knees, thank goodness,
because no longer having that hot turd in my mouth, I
realized just how close my throbbing cock was to unloading.
   In that position, and as hot as I was, I was able to
take even a couple extra inches of that plundering long
spear right down into my throat. And probably thanks to the
Marine Corps experience he was no slouch on the blowers
himself. He'd expertly eased a finger completely up my
rectum and was swirling it around madly. Thirty seconds of
that and we both literally 'hosed' a flood of buttery
cockjuice down each other's straining gullets!
   I didn't give him the clothes from the car. I took him
home, called Jason--a friend in his line that I knew--and
arranged employment for him in Palo Alto. Remarkably
refreshed and handsome, now that he was rested and
scrubbed, he boarded the bus more hopeful and bright-eyed.
But not before I'd spent a week sucking his ass and taking
that stiff 11" in every hole I could fit it in!
   Not only is he still there, but he and Jason occasion-
ally pop in for a visit...as lovers! Knowing my friend was
gay, he felt obliged to put out in gratitude. They quickly
found that Jason's capacious rectal cavity was the perfect
mate for that impatient, easily-excitable 11" of steely
manmeat. With Jason, sometimes you don't even have to spit
on it...just ram it up his ass and he'll ride you to town!

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