Date: Mon, 8 May 2017 13:58:13 +0000
From: Jay Morris <sniffyoudeep@hotmail.com>
Subject: Benidorm Scally Raunch Part 7

Benidorm Scally Raunch Part 7

By time I got to Juan's office I was stifling a semi erect throbber in my
shorts. I had no idea what to expect but I knew this much. Juan had managed
to taste some of Simon's shit off my cock and told me it reminded him of
his own son. His son had then sauntered past me at the pool in tiny red
shorts and Juan knew I want to sniff the contents of those shorts. So when
he invited me back to his office I knew I must be in for some sort of
perv-tastic treat. Reaching the office door I was about to knock when I
heard a sound from inside that was unmistakable. A scolding Spanish
reprimand, followed by the hard slap of hand to flesh. It made my cock
spasm in my shorts and I had to get in there. I knocked and heard Juan call
"Come in!"

And so I did. The first thing that I noticed on entering Juan's office was
the smell. The pungent odour of a teenage arse unwashed. My eyes fell to
the sight on the desk. His son, who I would later learn was named Rodrigo,
was on his hands and knees atop a cluttered desk. The red shorts had been
pulled down to his knees and his chunky brown arse was pointed skyward,
cheeks splayed open. His hairy trench was kicking up a stink that would
make anyone's eyes water – he clearly hadn't bothered to shower for
days. And on his arse cheeks were red palm-prints, and another was added as
Juan slammed his palm hard against the soft brown skid. It sent a tremor
and a wobble that made his ass-stink waft even more, filling my nostrils
with its rank odour.

"You're just in time!" Juan called out. "Rodrigo here needs to learn a
lesson."

"I'll say," I responded, closing the door behind me. "But what's the boy
done that's so bad?"

"He stole from me. I know it's in there, I just have to find it!"

"Which?"

Rodrigo turned to me, panting, in pain, sweating. "His dildo!" he cried
out. "It went too far and now he wants it back!"

So this boy had stolen his dad's dildo and shoved it so deep inside that he
couldn't get it back out? I was solid. I locked the door and went straight
over, falling to my knees. Up close his hole was flared and red and
battered, and the smell of shit was even more overpowering.

"Jesus, this looks delicious. May I?"

"If you think it will get my dildo back then yes! Do your best. Or worst."

That was all the encouragement I needed. I dove forward, tongue first, and
slid it straight into his rank winking shit-snatch. My nose rubbed on his
trench as I dug deeper, his ripe walls opening around and contracting
against my probing tongue. He tasted delicious. Spicy. As good or bad as he
smelled. And then the further I went the more I felt it in there. The dildo
was wedged in amongst his shit. I closed my lips around his puffed poopy
anus and started to suck.

"That's it!" Juan moaned. "Suck my boy's shitter. Here, boy, something for
you to suck too."

He lobbed out his massive brown knob and went over to Rodrigo's face. He
smeared his luscious teen lips with his goo and then slid the whole length
of his shaft into his son's mouth. It went down his throat and Rodrigo
gagged, a strained fart escaping his hoop into my waiting my mouth. He
smelled eggy and sharp, so I rubbed my nose into the hole to get more. Juan
rammed his cock even further down his lad's gullet and another fart came,
this time with a delicious trickle of light brown ass goo. It poured out
like melted caramel and I lapped at it, tasting spices in the ass batter.

"Good boy, Rodrigo. Keep pushing for daddy and uncle."

He did as he was told, his flower in bloom with specks of shit as it
unfolded. The edge of the dildo was on display in there. I reached in with
two fingers and tried to grab it but just forced it further inside. I
pulled my fingers out coated in his sticky ass juice and sniffed them,
rubbing them on my upper lip so the smell would stay with me all day. Then
I leaned in and tickled the back of his hanging balls with my tongue. His
dick appeared to me the first time. Seven inches, cut, oozing with pre. I
lapped at it hungrily as he gagged on his dad's cock, and then an idea
occurred.

"We're gonna have to flush it out," I said. "Pass me that waste paper bin."

Smirking, edging, Juan pulled his throbbing member out of his son's throat
and reached down grabbing his little trash bin. He passed it to me and I
popped it under Rodrigo's ass on the floor.

"This could get messy," I said, before taking out my throbbing boner and
sliding it slowly against Rodrigo's hole. It felt big and moist, his
beautiful gape. And it seemed to suck me in, Rodrigo moaning in pleasure
and pain as I hit the dildo and switched it on with my bell end. I didn't
realise it was a vibrator, and it was now buzzing inside him, sending
tremors through his colon and up into his gut. His whole ass shook and as
the dildo buzzed under my helmet I relaxed, waiting for the inevitable to
happen. My aching bladder began to release, flushing him with torrents of
warm syrupy cum-piss.

"Oh fuck daddy he's pissing up my guts!" he cried.

"Goooood, this should teach you, boy!" Juan sneered. "Take that hot piss, I
hope it floods your stomach!"

Before long it was squelching and squirting out either side of my dick. He
was full to capacity.

"Right, now squat over the bin!"

I dragged Rodrigo off the table and squatted the teen over the bin, his
smelly fat ass spread over the opening. "Okay," I said. "This should shift
it. Push!"

And with that Rodrigo started to strain. I stepped back, wanking the last
remnants of piss out of my knob as Juan squatted next to his son. He held
his hand and looked him in the eyes, loving, paternal.

"Come on, son you can do it. Push!"

The most bizarre scene was unfolding before my eyes. A father holding his
son's hand and coaching him through a birth. The lad's brown arse spread
wider as he pushed hard. My piss, now a smoothie of shit and gut juice,
exploded out of his ass. It was filling the bin, so much shit and cum and
piss. The smell was like sewage, making him retch as he pushed even more
out. But still the dildo wouldn't come.

"Maybe we take him to hospital..." Juan cried.

"No!" screamed Rodrigo. "The shame! No I can't! Please!"

"There is one thing that could shift," I remarked. And the most sadistic,
fiendish grin crept over my face as I couldn't believe I was really
entertaining the thought. I called Juan over and whispered in his
ear. Juan's dick jolted immediately and he nodded, our eyes meeting, a
pervy connection forging.

"Give me a second," he said. And he left the room. I grabbed the bin from
under Rodrigo and in one fell swoop I turned it upside down all over his
ass, coating it in his gut milkshake.

"Fuck you're so dirty! What are you going to do?"

"You'll see Rodrigo. Now sit on uncle's face."

I lay back on the floor and he squatted down over me. The smell was
unbelievable as his shit and piss smeared ass enveloped my face. The most
velvety pucker was opening over my nose and the vibration of the dildo deep
inside him was making his dick literally pour with cum. He leaned forward
and sucked my dick, tasting his shit on it and retching. I grabbed the back
of his head and forced him down as he bawked, and next thing I felt was his
chunder pouring out of his throat and all over my balls. His hot puke
covered my entire lower regions as he continued sucking, the bitter bile
making him vomit even more then eat, then vomit, then eat. The whole time
his ass was prolapsing and the dildo was coming out! Joy! It was working.

But no. I didn't want it to work. If that thing came out before Juan
returned then we couldn't put my nasty plan into action. So swiftly I slide
it back inside, making him cry out with pain. And then the door opened and
Juan had returned. Seeing and smelling the mess his son had made all over
my cock balls and legs he retched.

"Rodrigo you pig, this is disgusting!"

I joked "It's about to get worse," as he handed me a pill. I grabbed
Rodrigo and pulled him to face me, sliding the pill on to my tongue.

"Kiss me boy," I growled before feasting on his lips and tongue. Obscenely
I slid my tongue as far into the lad's mouth, forcing the pill down his
throat.

"Now suck me and your dad together, come on, rub those cocks together on
your tongue!"

As Juan and I stood side by side his son did as best he could, hoovering up
our dicks as Juan looked at me in amazement. We both knew it was only a
matter of time before the laxative took effect. He sucked harder as he
watched me and his father kiss, deep, passionate. Then he stopped.

"Oh dad..." Rodrigo whimpered. "Something's wrong... I need the
bathroom..."

But before he could do anything we'd hooked him under an armpit each,
hoisted him in the air and threw him back on the desk. This time he was on
his back. I spread his legs and made Juan hold them back, his ankles by his
ears, as I kneeled, eye to hole with him.

"No please, it will be a terrible mess!"

"Just let it go, boy," I crooned. "Push it out for me, come
on. Breathe. And puuuussshhhh!"

It didn't take much pushing as Rodrigo's stomach contracted and gurgled and
suddenly it looked like everything inside him was exploding out. Chunky
peanut butter ass water showered my face and chest as the teen screamed in
shock. And out with it came the dildo, finally dislodged. I caught it in my
hand. It was still vibrating. I sucked it clean, savouring the flavour of
his nasty innards, and then cruelly I jammed it back up there. It's base
was sticking out of his distended hole and I started to slap it repeatedly
with the palm of my hand.

"Jack your son's cock!" I growled and Juan didn't need telling twice. He
tugged his lad's throbber as I whacked that dildo harder and harder until
bingo. Rodrigo shot a hot white load all over his rank shit and
puke-smeared chest. I got up there and licked it off as I jerked my cock
over his ruined hole, coming all over his rosebud.

"My turn!" Juan said, before squatting over his son's face. "Eat your
papa!" he cried out as I jerked him off over Rodrigo's chest. Rodrigo dove
in, sucking on his dad's hairy shitty anus, sucking the flavour out for all
it was worth. It didn't take long for Juan to blow, and when he did it was
twelve full torrents of cum that literally covered my face. I laughed in
delight, sucking the cream off his dick and his boy's tits.

He leaned forward and kissed me, tongues deep, full on French kissing as
Rodrigo sat up in a state of shock.

"Dios mio!" he cried out, looking down at the mess.

I laughed, patted him on the back and turned to leave the office. I looked
down and realised I was plastered in puke and shit yet again. This holiday
was turning into a nightmare for my cleaning bill. Slipping out of sight, I
headed up the stairs back to my room, and as I got to my floor I noticed
something very interesting. There was a family checking in just across the
hall.

Mixed race chavs, the mum all blinged up with a terrible weave, the dad a
fat waste of space... but their sons, identical twins, probably about
sixteen... once I laid my eyes on them I couldn't look away. And they were
looking right back...

To Be Continued

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