Date: Sun, 02 Jul 2000 03:42:16 PDT
From: Roderick Shafton <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Submission: DENVER, THE BIKER

(rimming, scat)

                  DENVER, THE BIKER

     It was unbelievably hot. My clothes were drenched. Rivulets
of sweat ran down my sides from my armpits and down my thighs
from my asshole. I could have picked a better day to hitchhike
so near to the desert. There were a few cars, but nobody would
stop. Then a gang of bikers came along and one of them slowed
down.
   "A damsel in distress, or you just like torturing your-
self?" The guy grinned pleasantly enough, looking me up and
down.
  "Um, guess I picked a bad day, hunh? But I have to get to
Fresno by the end of the week. I'm starting college up there."
  "Well, hop on and grab hold. We're heading past that way.
Guess we'd better tie your stuff down first."
  The other bikers had pulled up down the road, waiting for
him. He was built solid and looked like he could be a mean
fucker. But then, they all did. I was a little apprehensive,
but his manner was easy-going and I was desperate to get out of
the heat. I climbed on behind him and wondered where to put my
hands. I tentatively grabbed him at the waist. We took off that
way, but once on the road he took my hands and wrapped then
around his middle.
  "Need a better hold than that, dude. We get rolling at a
good clip. Hey, what's your name? Mine's Denver."
  "Tom," I replied, "Tom Yates. Glad to meet you, Denver." His
t-shirt was sweaty. The feel of his moist muscles gave me
tingles. I always had a thing for butch hunks, but just in my
fantasies. I tried to stop shaking, hoping he wouldn't catch on
that I enjoyed hugging him so close. I sure didn't want to be
punched and thrown off at 60 miles an hour!
  We roared on down the road, the other bikers saying nothing
but constantly looking over and giving me big, shit-eating
grins that said they knew a little secret I didn't. It made me
nervous, but I smiled back. I was holding on for dear life,
pressed tightly up against his muscled back. A couple of miles
down the road Denver spoke over his shoulder, asking me a
question that really scared me.
  "So, Tommy, you like to suck cock?"
  I froze instantly. "Um, no," I lied, "I'm, uh, not into that...
Denver."
  "You sure? You seem awfully content back there hugging me
and feeling my belly. Just thought you might like to blow me.
It's fine by me. We gotta stop for a couple of hours at some
friends about ten miles up the road. We could have a couple of
beers then sneak into a shed and not be disturbed. You'd be
okay with me, and I wouldn't tell the other guys."
  "R-really? You mean, you'd let me with no rough stuff? If
you're like some guys that enjoy beating up fags, you can just
drop me off here and, well..."
  "Hell, we don't hate fags, man. That's how we mostly get our
rocks off when we're on the road. Can't stand riding with
chicks. Just fuck 'em when we get where we're going, and pick
up some new ones next time around. Interested? I know you are."
  "Gee, sure, I'd love to!" I gushed, hoping none of the
others heard. I was really attracted to the handsome dude and
wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to crawl between his
hard thighs! "In fact," I carelessly added in his ear, "I'd
love to lick out your asshole!"
  "Oooh, baby, you're my kind of pickup!" He gunned the
engine.
  We roared into the driveway of a ramshackled old farmhouse.
He quickly ran off a bunch of crazy names, introducing me to
his pals. Then again inside, to the five dudes that lived
there. We drank, they joked and laughed, joints were passed
around. I got high very fast, but I was having a good time. In
fact, I had to keep hiding the boner that kept popping up in my
pants! About an hour later, Denver jerked his head for me to
follow him.
  "Tommy and me gotta go discuss something private, so you
pissholes leave us be."
  Hardly a discrete exit, but it didn't matter if they figured
it out...and I'm sure they did since getting blowjobs on the
road was a common thing for them. I had to pick up my pace to
stay with Denver. He was rushing like his pants were on fire.
He ushered me into a small shed and bolted the door. Not
roughly, but insistently, he pushed me down to sit on some
boxes--old beer cartons. Then he stood before me and unsnapped
his Levi's. Without pulling them down, he reached over and
pulled my head into his crotch, my nose grinding into his
greasy pubic hairs.
  "Sniff me up, Tommy Boy. You like the way a real man
smells?"
  "Um, yeah," I croaked, then defiantly added, "I'm a real
man, too, Denver."
  "Sure you are, buddy. I mean an outlaw man, like me. A hot
sweaty fucker with a big piece of meat you don't get every
day."
  "Oh, yes!" I muttered into his steaming patch. His masculine
aroma was so heady it made my head spin. I'd never smelled
anyone who was that strong before...especially in the crotch. I
loved it. I nuzzled right in, impatiently gripping his waist-
band to get those damned things down! He chuckled and pushed
them down to his knees. Suddenly, I was face-to-face with a
thick, absolutely beautiful rising cock. I ran my nose down his
shaft, taking in the unwashed, mesmerizing odor of his prick,
then opened my mouth to suck the fat crown into my mouth. I
wanted that big dick in my mouth like none I'd ever craved
before. But he soon pulled it from my mouth and slapped me
across the lips with it, holding it out of reach.
  "Hungry for my big meat, hunh? Haven't you forgotten
something?"
  "Hunh? W-what's that?" I asked, perplexed.
  "Thought you wanted to eat my ass."
  "Oh, I do!" I smiled, relieved that he wasn't going to do
a big tease number on me. He spun around and pushed his Levi's
to his ankles, then leaned over on some boxes and pushed his
glistening buttocks in my face. I didn't need that invitation
repeated! Without a thought as to how his rearend might be as
funky as his front, I eagerly felt his ass and pulled his
cheeks apart...my sniffing nose leading the way.
  "YIKES!" I cried, backing up a little to survey the valley
I'd just over-inhaled. This was more than intoxicating...this
was ripe and reeking! I was suddenly very reluctant.
  "Whatsa matter, buddy? Cram your nose in there!"
  "Uh, Denver, I don't know. I can see...shit...some shit...
all around your asshole!"
  "So? You promised me a rimjob. Now get in there and clean
it out!" He pulled my face into his butt, roughly this time.
"Besides, my cock's worth it, Tommy Boy. Get that tongue
working and clean that smelly crack. Leave my hole alone for
now. Go slow and enjoy it. I wanna feel that tongue teasing
every greasy drop of sweat off. Then you can lap my asshole and
lick the shit off it before you slop out the insides."
  His pressure at the back of my head was alarming me. He slid
down a little ways and gripped me around the neck. As demanding
and insensitive as he was being, I knew he meant me no harm. He
simply wanted what I'd promised. So, I gulped, took a big
breath, and delivered. Starting at the back of his big balls, I
laved my tongue in short strokes up his hairy, funky asscrack,
circling his filthy anus, then up the valley to the small of
his back. Funny thing, the expression that ran through my brain
to describe what he was making me do was naughty. He was
forcing me to perform a very naughty act. Silly, juvenile, but
on the mark. Thing was, doing something naughty had always
excited me, especially in my jackoff fantasies. The wish to be
naughty was what drove me to first try rimming on my sex buddy
at age 14. He never tried it, but he sure loved me doing it to
him! So did I.
  By the time I had everything licked clean but his asshole, I
had to reach down and pull my cock out to relieve the pressure.
I was so hot!
  "How's that tasting back there? Do I have to hold your neck
any more?"
  "No," I replied honestly. "And it tastes real scuzzy! Now
I'm gonna lick the shit off, so bend way over and lemme get at
it!"
  "That's a boy! Eat that dirty hole! I didn't know there was
crap on it, pal, but I don't have much patience with finicky
ass-eaters. That's what you guys got tongues for."
  He'd spread his legs and doubled over. I pried his anus
apart. It was pink and hot inside. It also had a few brown
streaks. Denver certainly wasn't fussy when it came to wiping
his ass. I glanced down. Sure enough, the seat of his Levi's
had quite a few skid marks--and they didn't look fresh. For that
matter, neither did the crusty ring around his asshole. I poked
my nose in and rubbed it around, no longer repulsed by the
smell. Then I stuck out my tongue and began to meticulously
circle, poke, lap and probe the wrinkles of his stinking
asshole. The old stuff melted on my wet tongue, but I had to
work a little harder to get the stuff stuck to his asshairs.
By the time I began to dig into the cheesy pinkness I was
unknowingly moaning in delirious pleasure.
  "OH, LICK IT OUT, BABY!" he gasped. "LICK THAT DIRTY
SHITHOLE OUT! You like it, doncha? You like lickin' the shit
from between my cheeks. Tell me."
  "YES!" I gasped. "I love cleaning your raunchy asshole,
Denver. I like the way it smells and I like the way it tastes.
I've never done anything so exciting in my life! I'M GONNA
SUCK YOUR ASS OUT!"
  I slopped around the inside of his stretched bunghole, then
drilled my tongue up his rectum and scooped out everything I
could lay my tongue on as deep as I could get it. He kept
groaning and urging me on. His hole totally relaxed and
welcomed my every lunge. He obviously loved this special kind
of treatment, and allowed me to continue long after he was
washed out. Then he spun around and sat on the boxes holding
his prick up.
  "Gawd, Tommy, you could do that all day. But my cock's
getting over-amped and I know you want my big load of cream
down your throat, so lick my balls, lick my shaft, and I'll
tell when you can start blowing the fuck out of it."
  I washed his crummy balls with the care of a nurse. They had
their own stink, and it was marvelous! Then I lapped up and
down his thick shaft, teasing the knob with my tongue, then
taking the fat thing between my lips when he gave me the go-
ahead. He'd timed it so I had a good three minutes of going
down on him and sucking his fat knob before the thing squirted
a monstrous load of delicious ballcream between my lips. I
gulped and gulped, saving the last gusher to swirl around in my
mouth and enjoy the flavor. He saw what I was doing and
chuckled. Then he reached down and jacked me off while I
savored his jizz.
  "Gee, thanks, Denver," I said. "I wasn't expecting that."
  "No sweat, kid. Treat me that good and I'll put my fist
around a dude's meat. Hell, we trade handjobs once in a while.
Nothing pussy about it. Listen, I said I wouldn't say anything
to the other guys about this, but I think I will."
  My jaw fell. He was gonna betray me after that?
  "If you want me to, that is," he added. "See, I figure the
way you enjoyed that, you'd get off on having all the guys come
to ya for a good bungwash. Maybe you just discovered it, but
you love licking shitty assholes."
  "B-but, it was...well, it was because it was you, Denver.
You turned me on."
  "Nonsense. Nice compliment, but it's nonsense. You're a
natural ass-eater, you know that already. And my shit doesn't
taste any different than anybody else's...as far as I know. So
why not pig out while you got the chance? And some of those
guys are a lot raunchier than I am. Hell, Spike don't bathe at
all. If you can eat the shit off his stinking turdhole, you can
handle any of them. Hold on, lemme go call Spike in here."
  "Uh, uh..." before I could protest, he was outside the door,
yelling for Spike. I didn't know what to think. I wasn't sure
if I was revolted at the idea or intrigued. I was frozen with
indecision. Which meant, of course, that it would be decided
for me. Denver came through the door with his arm draped over
Spike's shoulder. The big bruiser was puzzled, but his eyes lit
up seeing me sitting there with my pants down.
  "Oooh, what's up, Den?"
  "Drop your drawers and bend your ass over. Tommy's gonna
give you a butt wash. He likes licking dirty assholes and
cleaning the shit off 'em. You probably got the shittiest
asshole in the group, so let's see how he likes it. Yeah, hold
your nose, Tommy Boy, this is gonna knock us over."
  "Us? What the fuck are you gonna do, watch?" Spike snarled.
  "Hell, yes. I wanna see him eat the shit off your asshole.
But then you gotta go jerk off. Tommy only blows me, get it?"
  "Well, half a tickle's better than no tickle."
  He dropped his pants and presented me with a hairy keester
that smelled awful, looked awful, and made me drool when he
reached back and pulled his cheeks apart.
  "Oh, man!" Denver cried. "Jezzus, just don't fart, okay?"
  I couldn't believe it. My cock was hard as a board again,
flipping around. I got on my knees and grabbed his big ass and
buried my face between his greasy buns! Suddenly, I was just as
anxious to find out if the big galoot's shit tasted any better
or worse than Denver's had, or if I just had a strange craving
to clean other men's dirty asses.
  After nearly suffocating myself, Denver urged me to pull
back so he could see me licking it. I gave him a good show. The
stench was overpowering, but I wallowed in it.
  "Ah, goddamn! I usually have to force a punk to eat me out
like this. Chew that shithole, kid. Damn thing's been itching
me like crazy lately. Oh, I love a willing craphole sucker!"
  The shit caked along the man's crack and imbedded in his
wrinkled anus was similar, but much more flavorful, than
Denver's had been. Strong, mild, I didn't care. I was born to
suck other men's filthy assholes and eat the shit from them!
  "Damn, never thought I'd ever see somebody enjoy sucking
your crappy bung, Spike. Least I'll be able to sit next to you
for a few days."
  "Fuck you, Denver. I like the way I smell."
  "So do I!" I piped up. Then I speared my tongue up his rump
and sloshed it out more.
  "Well, it's a go," Denver said, after a while. He wrenched
me up and dragged me out. I had no pants on and a big boner
sticking out as he marched me to the house. "Got me an ass-
sniffing, shit-licking horny blowboy, fellas! Any of you guys
that got shit on your assholes you're welcome to line up and
let Tommy Boy sucker your bungs out. He likes 'em smelly and he
likes 'em shitty and he'll suck every asshole in the place. But
treat him nice. And no extras. He'll get ya hot, but you'll
have to get off giving each other handjobs or blowjobs or
whatever. Hell, he'll make your bunghole twitch so bad you'll
want a prick up your ass!"
  "Hot damn!" several cried out.
  I sighed, figuring it wouldn't be so bad as long as my
tongue held out. They didn't all strip at once. Most of them
just pulled their cock out and played with it while watching me
go around the room, rimming each guy in whatever position he
preferred. Those rough, sweaty bikers didn't have a truly clean
bunghole in the whole bunch, though a couple were merely highly
fragrant. The one really fat guy was one of them, so licking
him out wasn't as repulsive as it might have been. It was the
fast-talking skinny dude with the trim buns and little mustache
that challenged me the most. He seemed like a speed freak and
he was really hot for it, wiggling his ass in my face and
giving me a lot of humiliation and lewd comments. Within the
cheeks of his scrawny ass was the hairiest forest of the lot.
And I mean forest literally. He had little animals climbing the
trees...crunchy dingleberries in abundance! And he knew it. It
took 20 minutes to chew the little turdballs out of his hairs!
  "Cram your puss in there, you punk. I've been waiting for a
filthy little fag like you to come along. Pretend it's Easter.
Just dig around that thatch until you find all those yummy
pieces of shit hiding in there. Nibble 'em. Eat 'em all up then
I'll let you suck my ass out. Been saving 'em for this junkie
fruit that I make service me for a fix. But I won't see him
until next week. I can have a whole new supply for him by then,
so these are all yours!"
  I didn't mind it. I set to work, feeling around with my
tongue, hoping what I was crunching between my teeth was shit
and not crabs. Meanwhile, he kept rattling on.
  "Never told you guys about old Vinnie, did I? He hangs
around that old gas station out on 142. No money, no trans-
portation, and always hardup for a fix. Badgered me one day, so
I told him I'd get him a little for a blowjob. Fucker nearly
had my pants down right there in the parking lot. He woulda
done it, too. I dragged him into the head and fed him my bone.
You know how I love keeping the smell of pussy on my dick for a
couple of days after I fuck. Well, I told him there was lots of
old cuntjuice of my prick and he could lick it off. Oooh, this
dude knows his way around a turdhole, don't he? Anyway, the old
fuck gets excited at that. Even asks me, hopefullly, if I'd
fucked her up the ass. I said no, why, did he like sucking
shitty cocks? He said no, but he'd do it for something extra. I
said, in that case, suck my hairy asshole!
  "I turned around and pulled his face between my cheeks and
made him eat me out. He didn't like it, at first. I had to push
him down and sit on his fucking face. But he did it, so I gave
him a pinch more. After that, I never had to force him to suck
my asshole. One time I'd just scored a lot, so I teased him
about it, waving it under his nose. He started drooling. Then I
gave him an offer he couldn't refuse...more junk than he'd seen
at once in years. So I took a big shit in his mouth and made
the fucker eat my turd! You eat turds, Tommy? Or you just a
scavenger?"
  "NO!" I answered in no uncertain terms.
  "So Vinnie gobbles my mash down, and tells me my shit tastes
great! He's lying through his shitty teeth, of course, but I
always try to make sure he swallows some shit when he eats me
out. Maybe I'll make him eat another turd. Or see how he likes
drinking my piss."
  Denver wasn't kidding about that bunghole twitch. After I'd
done the whole lot of them, he had me suck his hole again. He
got twitching so bad he let me shove my cock up his ass and
screw him right in front of his big, butch, masculine buddies!
  "Holy fuck, that's good!" he cried. "I ain't no pussy, Tommy
Boy, shove that prick up my ass and show these cunts how MEN
fuck!"
  Eventually, three of the other guys tentatively threw their
legs in the air in need of something more up their butts.
Gritting their teeth at first, they soon had their ankles
wrapped around some stud's back, grinding their asses up for
more hot prick. One of them took on two more guys. Laughingly,
he said afterward that his shithole was now available to his
buddies, any time they wanted to lick it out real good first.
  One of the guys who'd fucked him thought it over. "Guess if
I kept it licked I could fuck it every day. But you gotta wipe
good and take a fucking bath once a month!"
  I stayed with them for the three days it took to get to
Fresno. Needless to say, every time we stopped somewhere
somebody would have to go squat in the bushes then come squat
on my face. On the last day, I went into the bushes with them
so I could watch. I got several invitations to lick their
turds, but I wasn't about to start that! I had to get to
school.


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