Date: Sat, 08 Oct 2005 00:41:36 -0700
From: bawdy pen <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: ALEYS & ALCOVES Part 4 (ws scat)

             ALLEYS & ALCOVES Part 4 by bawdypen

   On his way home Jeremy would sometimes walk around the back
way, going down the alley. More often than not some guy would be
loitering around in back of the gay bar, standing against the
wall in the shadows behind the dumpster, looking for action.
Like tonight. It was a very warm night and they were both
shirtless.
   He walked over and took the place next to him--more in the
light so the fellow could see the obvious outline in his
trousers as he stroked his big basket and gave him a sexy come-
on grin.
   "Looking for action?" he asked, staring into the guy's
excited eyes.
   "Sure am! Looks like you could deliver, too. Can...can I
touch it?"
   "Depends. I'm what you guys call trade. You still
interested?"
   "Hey, that's okay with me. I'd love to suck your big dick."
   "One more thing. You lick assholes?"
   "Uh...um..." Jeremy blushed in the darkness. "Sometimes,
yeah."
   "Queers usually lick my asshole." He started to remove his
pants. "They dig it." He dropped them to his ankles and kicked
them off. "By this time of night I've built up a few layers of
sweat." He turned and lifted one leg onto some boxes as Jeremy
slowly got down on his knees. "You like assholes to smell when
you lick them?"
   "G-gosh, it depends. I mean..."
   "Sniff it, man. There's no crap on it if that's what you're
worried about. Smell my shithole."
   Apprehensive, but excited at the guy's insensitivity and
lewd talk, he reached for the firm buttocks and softly caressed
them.
   "Hey, they ain't pussy buns, man. Rip 'em open! Cram your
nose in!"
   Almost a reflex, he obeyed the man's orders. Whew! He
wasn't kidding about the sweat. It was pungent in there! Any
other guy, he might have done a cursory job on. But being on his
knees sniffing a straight guy's asscrack was hot! He rummaged
around the sparse asshairs surrounding the anus, then nosed
right into the moist center--holding back the temptation to
stick his tongue out and lick.
   "Yeah, take your time buddy. Smell that hole all you want.
I know how fags love asshole stink! You don't mind me callin'
you a fag, do you? I don't mean it nasty. Just... that's what
you are, right? You're not exactly preparing to give me a
proctological exam. Well, maybe you are at that!" He stepped
down. "Turn around and put your head back against the wall."
   When the Jeremy complied, he straddled his knees. Then he
bent over further and backed up--lewdly rubbing his smelly crack
up and down Jeremy's face.
   "SNIFF IT, MAN! LET ME HEAR YOU SNIFFIN' MY ASS!"
   Jeremy sniffed deeply, taking the masculine odor into his
lungs as the greasy asshole repeatedly slid over his nose, mouth
and chin.
   Just then a young guy came out the back door of the bar. He
saw them in the shadows and stared for a moment, until the man
twisted his head up and their eyes met. He looked embarrassed
and slowly walked on. Jeremy was unaware of it, since his face
was smothered in the hot buttcrack as he loudly sniffed away--
the vulgar sounds echoing in the alley.
   When the guy passed the dumpster, he immediately looked
back again as he kept on walking.
   "Pssst! Hey kid. YOU wanna smell my asshole, too?"
   He squinched up his nose and stood still...seemingly
weighing his own reaction to this obscene sight, and appraising
the handsome stud with his pants down--getting rimmed. Glancing
from side to side, he approached within a few feet.
   "W-why would I want to do that?"
   Jeremy could hear the conversation, but he was held tightly
in place. He'd been stroking his roaring hardon, and now he was
trying to cover it up. He didn't want to stop what he was doing,
but he squirmed to get a look at who was there.
   "Relax, man, nothing to be concerned about. You just keep
sniffing that crack. Don't lick it yet." He turned his attention
back to the observer. "Why? Check the dude out behind me. Heeeee
fuckin' loves it! You like doin' straight guys, doncha? Sure,
all you guys do. Maybe you'd rather get down and smell my cock
and balls?"
   He hesitated--but dropped his head to get a peek at the
bending man's cock. He nearly gasped aloud at its length and
girth, and subconsciously licked his lips.
   "You...you don't do anything?" he asked.
   "Sorry, sugar. I just enjoy myself. Don't mind if you pull
your pecker out and wank off, though. Come on. Didn't find
yourself a boyfriend tonight, I see. So you must be starved for
cock cream. I'll juice your tonsils with a big load. Come on,
baby. Get down here and sniff my nuts! You like smelly balls?"
   Soon, he was holding the back of the kid's head into his
crotch as he knelt to wallow in the stench of his ballsack. He'd
tested them earlier by leaning his head down and sniffing while
the guy held his big cock out of the way. The aroma was too
inticing to pass up.
   Shortly after that, the owner and bartender came out the
back. With knowing grins, they walked over to the familiar face.
The bartender rested his hand on the young guy's shoulder,
urging him to continue. Within moments, the guy had his cock in
the kid's mouth, a greedy tongue up his shithole, and two
lapping away in his sweaty armpits!
   When a patrol car passed by at the end of the block, the
owner reopened the bar and suggested they all continue inside.
   Inside, everybody stripped. The kid enjoyed sucking that
big cock so much, he wanted it up his ass. Jeremy, likewise,
continued to suck and lick his asshole while the kid got fucked.
He licked his balls, and the kid's balls and once the cock was
deeply imbedded, he found the smell coming from the kid's anus
fascinating enough to begin licking the fat shaft as it
repeatedly penetrated the hungry hole and dragged out gamey
slime from his rectum.
   On all fours, with his head bent low to get down in there,
Jeremy's hairy, spread anus presented an irresistible sight to
the bar owner. He got right back there and began to suck his
asshole out!
   He would have laughed had he known how persnickety Jeremy'd
been when he hesistated in the alley. His own asshole was quite
dirty. The owner could see and smell the traces of old shit
around his blazing pink assring, but rather than being repulsed
the older man ravenously licked it out! In his 50s, the
experienced, still-fit man was well over any prior aversions to
this sort of situation. In fact, he rather preferred it when a
young man was raunchy. He'd rather lick out a spicy hole any
time, rather than a clean, antiseptic one. Especially one owned
by a young guy who seemed unaware of it. Oh, yes. He knew much
better than his younger counterparts what licking a guy's
shithole was really all about! He'll shamelessly admit he enjoys
a young guy's spicy shit taste! (His bartender can attest to
that. He knows first-hand things about the man's behavior and
certain incidents involving turds that he'll never divulge!)
   The bartender was getting a blowjob from the kid getting
fucked. He spread himself open at the kid's face, fucking into
his mouth while glancing up at the older man eating ass a few
feet away. He almost laughed when the older man gave him a
vulgar sign that conveyed the condition of the asshole he was
slurping at.
   "Oooh, yeah!" the straight guy groaned. "You fags sure know
how to treat a stud! That bastard licking my dirty dick's gonna
make my balls explode! Gangway, baby. Let me pump this hot hole
full of jizz. Yeah, letcha lick my dick clean, an' suck it back
out of his smelly cunt!"
   Getting his shitty ass rimmed out (the older man also
beating his meat as he reached between his legs), Jeremy eagerly
took the smelly cock into his mouth and sucked it off. Then he
dove into the gaping asshole he'd watched getting fucked, and
sucked the man's cream--cleaning it out. Discerning a taste of
the kid's shit along with the creamy load, he felt deliciously
nasty. Never before had he had the nerve to do this. He loved
it! So much so that he came all over the floor from the older
man's excellent masturbation and deep rectal probings.
   The bartender came in the kid's mouth. The kid gulped it
down with a fury as he beat his own meat and kept his legs
raised for the fantastic tongue swirling up his open butthole.
It felt like the guy was licking his prostate!
   Settling back against the side of the pool table, the
straight stud looked around--wagging his thick, floppy dick in
his hand. He was still catching his breath after the terrific
fuck and suck, and now he had another concern.
   "Be...before I drag myself up to the head," he breathlessly
intoned, "anybody here drink piss?"
   A few startled expressions, a giggle or two, then a growl
from the back.
   "Sure, I'll take a pint or two right down my throat!" the
owner said as he crawled over between the man's legs. He bent
down and took the man's cock in his mouth...waiting. The
bartender chuckled and knelt behind the older man's rump--
drawing his meaty cock back through his legs. He bent over and
began to suck it. As the old vet swallowed mouthful after
mouthful of scalding piss, he blasted streams of cum down the
bartender's sucking throat that nearly matched the urine in
volume! Releasing the spent prick from his lips, he kissed the
man's asshole while he was finishing collecting the final
warming drops of tangy piss from the thick, rubbery spigot!
   "Guess that wasn't last call after all," the bartender
laughed.


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