Date: Mon, 26 Oct 2009 20:02:51 +0000
From: Scat Cub <scatcub@gmail.com>
Subject: Dirty Farmer (Part 1) (M/M, piss, scat)

My first story. Let me know what you think guys -- scatcub@gmail.com

I wasn't expecting much as I approached the small lay-by. This was a fairly
quiet area and although only 8pm or thereabouts it was already dark, the
Welsh autumn nights drawing in early in October. Sure enough, as I pulled
off the road I saw no other cars parked there and was half-tempted just to
drive straight through and back onto the road. I was feeling sleazy though
-- that restless horniness you get from a long car journey. I'd been
groping my semi-hard cock regularly as I got occasional whiffs of my sweaty
pits and crotch and letting out a few pungent farts that added to the heady
unwashed atmosphere in the car. I figured I might as well hang around, at
least for a little while, and see what happened.

There were no lights in the cottage as I entered and while a little of the
orange streetlight escaped in through the high up window slits it was very
gloomy inside. It smelled great though -- that strong smelling mixture of
stale piss, disinfectant and a slight note of shit. It's a smell I've found
intoxicating since my early teens and at the age of 33 it remains as potent
as always. I felt my cock begin to lengthen slighty, filling out my
piss-stained jock and swelling the front of my combats. It was as my eyes
were growing accustomed to the darkness that I heard the sound of a car
pulling up outside. I stood at the urinal, unbuttoned my combats, groped my
sweaty balls and hauled my thickening cock out of my jock. This might just
be about to get interesting...

I heard the slam of a car door just outside and the tread of heavy
footsteps coming into the stinking cottage. A tall thickset figure came
round the corner and swung next to me at the piss trough. He muttered a
cheery "alright mate", pulled his cock out and started pissing a heavy
stream against the tiles in front of us. The urinal was a small one, only
big enough for two to stand at, which meant we were standing very close to
each other. I cast a sly glance to my left to check out my companion -- he
seemed about my age from what I could tell, a few inches taller at around
six foot, stocky like me and with a bit of a belly. He let out a loud fart
as he pissed and sniggered slightly to himself before saying "sorry about
that".  "No worries," I said with a slight chuckle of my own. I could smell
his body next to me -- a musky odour of fresh sweat mixing with the shitty
tang of his fart and something else -- a sort of manurey, cowshitty
smell. Risking another glance over I perceived that he was wearing overalls
unzipped to the crotch. A farmer. Lots of fantasy ideas about sexy young
farmers flickered across my mind as I noticed also that he had stopped
pissing and was gently stroking his now growing and fattening cock. I
glanced up to his face to see him looking at me with a slight, nervous
smile. He was a handsome guy -- close cropped black hair and a day's
stubble framing a good-looking face with his eyes appearing black in the
gloom of the toilet block. I smiled back and turned slightly towards him,
giving him a clearer view of my swollen cock. He glanced down at my cock
then looked back at me, his smile broader, before looking down at his own
cock and moving closer to me. I turned to face him and reached out slowly
for his fat cock. It was big -- a little bigger than mine at about 8 inches
and as I gently stroked it I could feel its heat and hardness through his
loose foreskin. He let a long satisfied breath out through his teeth and I
felt his hand slip around me and start to rub my arse. My own cock was
rubbing up against his as I slipped my other hand down to cup his large,
heavy balls and give them a gentle squeeze. He let out a slight groan and,
to my surprise, leaned down and pushed his large, wet tongue into my
mouth. As my tongue pushed against his and probed into his mouth I left off
stroking his cock and put my arms around him, one moving up to clasp the
back of his neck and pull him closer and the other slipping down to feel
his big round arse. He wrapped his left arm around my shoulders and with
the other felt up inside the back of my hoodie then down inside my combats
to grope my arse and push a finger into my sweaty crack. It was my turn to
moan slightly now, close against his mouth as our kiss ended. He smiled
conspiratorially and pushed his finger a little harder against my itchy
arsehole. We kissed again as I gave his balls another squeeze and pushed my
fingers into his crack as much as his overalls would allow. He broke away
from the kiss and, giving me another lovely smile, dropped down to a crouch
and took my cock into his warm wet mouth. I lent against the tiled wall and
sighed as he deepthroated me, gently stroking his stubbly head. After a
couple of minutes he broke away, looked up at me with another irresistible
smile and pulled my combats and jock down to my knees. He didn't seem
perturbed by my rank piss-stained jock nor, indeed, by my sweaty smelly
balls -- he started lapping at them like a dog with that warm wet
tongue. He was jerking his cock with one hand and with the other he reached
between my legs and started rubbing my dirty hole again. Giving another
sigh of pleasure I spread my legs slightly and bent my knees a little to
give him better access. I started jacking my cock as he continued lapping
at my balls and probing the tip of his finger inside the entrance to my
sticky arsehole. I saw him withdraw the finger and unmistakably give it a
sniff. My kind of man.  "Turn around," he whispered hoarsely, pulling back
from my now sopping-wet balls. He rocked back a little on his heels as I
turned to face the wall pushing my chunky sweaty arse towards his face. He
kissed my hairy cheeks a couple of times then probed that big tongue into
my crack and started moaning a little as he tasted my slimy dirty
shithole. I sighed and wanked harder as he attempted to push the tip of his
tongue into my hole. This was a man, it seemed, who loved arse as much as
me. After a few moments he stood up and I turned back to face him as he
bent down to kiss me again. I could smell my arse on his face and taste the
intoxicating flavour of my sweaty dirty hole on his tongue.  "You live
round here?" he whispered, reaching down to feel my balls.  "Not very
nearby no - was just driving past on my way home," I replied, groping
around him again to feel his large, firm arse. God I wanted to explore it
properly.  "Wanna come back to mine then?" he said with a wink.
"Definitely mister."  "Name's Mike by the way."  "Nice to meet you," I
said, giving his arse another squeeze.

I could hardly contain my excitement as I followed his battered land rover
for a few miles of country road. This guy was perfect, exactly my type and
rather than just a quick wank in a cottage I was going to get the chance to
play with him properly. He seemed turned on by my sweat and dirty arse and
my mind was rapidly spinning through potential scenarios of how dirty he
might like his sex. As a dedicated filth pig I could meet guys easily
enough off the net but it was rare to just come across someone out of the
blue like this. Time would tell, I told myself as I followed him off the
road and parked up in a small farmyard. The smell of cowshit was much
stronger as I got out of the car, a rich farmy scent that added to my
horniness. Presumably it was emanating from the big barns on one side of
the yard. I walked over to Mike, who had stepped out of his land rover and
he groped my cock and kissed me again.  "Sexy fucker," he said and led me
into the house.

Having taken off his mucky boots at the threshold, he led me straight
through the small cottage to a bedroom almost empty except for a kingsize
bed. He unzipped his overalls and stepped out of them, revealing he was
wearing nothing underneath, then got onto the bed and lay on his back
looking expectantly at me with that lovely smile. Fuck, he was
stunning. Seen properly in the light, he was even more good-looking --
black cropped hair and amazing eyes I wanted to gaze into all night. His
body was achingly sexy as well -- a big, muscular, broad-shouldered torso
that nonetheless had a nice belly and chunky tits. There was a good
covering of black hair all over his chest and belly which continued on his
arms and powerful, thick thighs. I was very possibly actually drooling as I
quickly pulled my clothes off and joined him on the bed. We kissed again
for several minutes, the kisses getting more urgent as we hugged each other
tightly and thrust our cocks against each other. I ran a hand down his back
to finally feel his big hairy arse and pushed my fingers into his wet
crack, eliciting a moan of longing from deep inside him. I broke the kiss
and dove into his hairy armpit, sniffing and kissing and licking the
sweat. He responded by pulling my arm above my head and pushing his face
into mine, sniffing and licking with the same enthusiasm. We were both
moaning in earnest now, turned on not just by the scent of each others'
unwashed bodies but the sensation of our wet tongues licking each other
clean. We kissed again and I could taste the sour note of my sweat in his
mouth.  "Kinky fucker," he commented, giving me a mischievous look.  "You
have no idea," I said, moving down his body.  "Mmmmm," he responded
contentedly, perhaps in response to my words or perhaps as a result of the
way I was now kissing and sucking on his big sweaty tits. He put his hands
behind his head and looked down at me with an expression of desire that
drove me crazy. I kissed my way down his hairy round belly and starting
licking up and down that big fat cock before sucking as much of it as I
could into my mouth.  "Fuck yeah," he muttered as I valiantly tried to
swallow it all. I started wanking my own cock with one hand while cupping
and pulling down on his balls with the other. I could have happily stayed
in that position for a good while but I had other more urgent places to
visit so after a few minutes I released his wet cock and pushed my face
between his legs to lick his sweaty balls. He groaned again and started
pumping at his cock as I tried to get both of his huge nuts in my mouth at
the same time. I finally succeeded, my cheeks bulging like a hamster's, and
pulled my head back a little to stretch them while my fingers began to
explore his smelly arsecrack below. Judging by his moans and the way he was
jerking his cock Mike seemed to be enjoying the treatment I was giving his
balls. I squeezed them gently with my teeth and his moans increased. Mmm. I
love working over a guy's balls and it seemed he enjoyed it as much as
me. Again, I could have happily stayed in that position for the rest of the
night but the smell from his arse was proving too compelling. I let his
balls out of my mouth and tasted the fingers I had been rubbing in his
arsecrack. Sweaty and very dirty. I could no longer wait.  "Turn over," I
pleaded, sitting back and jerking my cock.  He shot me another mischievous
smile and turned on his front, pushing himself up on his knees so his big
arse was in my face. God...I could have got off just from looking at his
huge, hairy thighs and his equally hairy chunky firm arse. I leaned in and
kissed his cheeks, sniffing his crack. It smelled ripe -- sweaty and dirty,
the most intoxicating odour I know. I pulled his big beefy cheeks apart and
dove in with my tongue, licking up and down his crack and tasting sweat
mixed with a definite amount of shit. This wasn't just a slightly dirty
arse, it was a shitty unwiped hole. I started trying to push my tongue into
his dirty arsehole, more turned on than ever. His hole gradually relaxed
and I began to push my tongue inside -- straightaway I met the unmistakable
tang and fudgy resistance of his shit. I grunted into his arse and pushed
my tongue in deeper. He was groaning loudly and reaching behind himself
grasped the back of my head and pulled me firmly deeper in between his fat
hairy cheeks. Although I loved the taste of his filthy hole I was soon in
danger of suffocation so pulled back for a moment. I licked a finger and
pushed it into his arse, feeling it sink into the soft, pasty shit
inside. I rubbed it against his prostrate for a couple of minutes eliciting
more moans then withdrew -- it was covered in soft, dark brown,
vile-smelling shit and I sucked it into my mouth while jacking my cock even
harder. He turned over onto his back again, watching me with the same
mischievous look of desire.  "Like the taste of my arse?" he enquired, with
a slight raise of his eyebrows.  In reply, I lay forward on top of him and
kissed him again, pushing my now shitty tongue into his mouth.  "Filthy
fucker," he growled, reaching down to push a finger into my equally full
arse.  As I felt around in the pasty mass inside his shithole he pulled his
finger from my arse and brought it up to our faces. It was coated in thick
shit, the powerful stink of it bringing to mind the rank farts I'd been
dropping over the last few hours. I dove forward to suck it into my mouth
and his tongue pushed through my lips to taste it as well. We both sucked
and licked at it like animals, grinding our throbbing cocks together. I
pulled my own filthy finger out of him and smeared the shit on his lips and
round his mouth before licking it clean, his own tongue darting out to
share the filth. Mike let out another rumbling, wet-sounding fart and
looked me straight in the eyes.  "Shit on my face you fucker," he
whispered.

I turned around and squatted over his face, letting out a soft but powerful
smelling fart. He sniffed deeply and raised his head to start licking my
hairy hole while jerking his big cock. I grasped his balls and gave them a
powerful squeeze as he muttered something incomprehensible between my
arsecheeks. The shit began to slop out of my arsehole -- a pasty sloppy
stinking mass. He lay his head back down as the fudgy waste piled up on him
and jerked his cock even harder. Another spluttering wet fart announced the
end of my dump and I turned round to look down at his gorgeous face, now
largely obscured by a big pile of soft sloppy shit. The smell was
overwhelming and my cock grew even harder as he rubbed a hand into the shit
and smeared it down his hairy chest and belly. I lay down on top of him,
feeling the warm shit squishing between us and kissed him, my tongue
pushing into the mass of filth in his mouth. We kissed with the shit as if
we were in some kind of frenzy, pushing the sloppy waste backwards and
forwards into each others mouth. I was sliding my rock hard cock between
us, the shit lubricating our bodies as we slid against each other then I
felt another warmth as he started pissing. The shit covering both our
chests and stomachs now grew increasingly runny as the piss diluted it to a
brown soupy liquid. Swallowing the shit in my mouth, I moved down his body
and began to suck the liquid filth off his hairy tits while taking a
handful of the runny shit and coating his balls in it. I pushed my tongue
into his mouth again, letting him taste the piss-diluted filth. We
shitsnogged for a few blissful minutes, rubbing our cocks against each
others' slippery bodies and grunting like animals. I worked a couple of
fingers into his packed arse and he broke off kissing me to grunt "fuck
me", an almost desperate, pleading look in his face.

I got off him and told him to turn over again. He got up on his knees again
and, moving behind him, I was again confronted with that big powerful hairy
arse. I thought to myself that I could happily spend the rest of my life
worshipping his hairy dirty hole. I leaned forward and tasted his filthy
crack, now smeared with the shit I had been fingering out of him. It was
rank and foul-smelling and I lapped at it like the perverted pig I
am. Horny as that was, I wanted to feel my solid cock in his fat arse so I
moved forward and pressed the swollen head against his sloppy wet hole. I
pushed forward and felt myself sink into the pasty filth inside. He was
full to the point of bursting and as I slowly pulled my cock out it came
out with a thick coating of his shit. I pushed back into him, thrusting as
deep as I could and he let out a deep rumbling moan. I fucked him deeply
for a few minutes, his shit squeezing out with each reverse thrust to build
up a thick coating around the base of my cock and over my balls. The stink
in the room grew even stronger as the smell of his rank shit began to
permeate. I pushed in as far as I could and leaned forward over his back to
kiss the back of his neck and nibble at his earlobes. I held myself in that
position -- I had plans to make this even dirtier. After a couple of
minutes, I was able to piss and started flooding his insides with a long
pent-up bladderfull.  "Fuck!" was all he could manage to say as he realised
what was happening. Given how full his arse was, he must really have felt
the added pressure. Finishing my long piss, I nuzzled against his ear and
told him to hold it in. I felt his arsehole contract tightly as I ventured
a few small thrusts then squeezed my cock out of him.

I lay back on the bed next to him and he turned over to face me, a look of
slight concentration on his face mingling with the perverted look of desire
that had been there throughout the course of our filthy lovemaking. I
kissed him gently and stroked his head with my shitty hand.  "I can't hold
it," he moaned, but I ran a hand over his stomach and pressed slightly
against his lower belly.  "Course you can," I whispered gently and began to
slowly jerk his huge cock.  He shuddered and moaned again and I could hear
a gurgling sound deep within his guts. Stroking his head with one hand I
continued to plant small gentle kisses on his mouth and cheeks while slowly
wanking him. The pressure must have been building inside him, as his
moaning grew increasingly more urgent and he began to get a desperate look
in his eyes. He didn't take his eyes from mine though, gazing at me with a
kind of trust. This, combined with the growing discomfort I could see in
them, made me hornier than ever and I moved my hand down from his cock and
began to gently rub his tightly clenched hole. His expression grew more
panicky and he started pleading "fuck...no...please...I can't..."  I kissed
him gently again and, still looking directly into his eyes, whispered "yes
you can...hold it for me..."  For the next few minutes his moaning
increased in desperation and volume as I alternated between rubbing his
hole and giving his fat cock a few encouraging strokes. He was clearly now
in pain trying to hold it in, his guts rumbling and gurgling more
pronouncedly. The look of pain and desperation on his face was driving me
half-crazed with lust and I moved to a kneeling position next to him and
pushed my dirty cock into his mouth, while continuing to play with his
hole. He sucked me into his warm wet mouth, still moaning quietly. It was
as if he took comfort from my cock gently pushing in and out of his mouth,
suckling on it to distract himself from the ever-increasing pressure in his
painfully swollen bowels. Eventually however, the pain grew too urgent and
he pulled his head back to look up at me and moan again "I really can't
hold it any more...it fucking hurts..."  I bent down to kiss him gently on
his sweat-speckled forehead and whispered "ok".  I moved down to his feet
and pushed them forward over his body to the level of his shoulders. He
clasped them and held them there, his expression even more desperate as his
chunky arse raised up slightly. The position must have increased the
pressure even more.  Kneeling in front of his arse, my thighs splayed out
around his buttocks I smiled and whispered `ok -- let it out'.  There was a
brief second of peace and then his arse exploded with an enormous wave of
liquefied shit. The combination of his packed bowels and my long piss in
his guts produced a huge volume of wet shit that coated my thighs and
crotch and splattered up onto my belly and chest, some even splashing onto
my face. The pressure inside him must have been intense. With a gurgling
fart another wave spurted out of him and I rubbed the soupy diarrhea over
my chest and face. The look of relief washing over his face was
irresistible and as yet more stinking liquid waste poured out from his hole
I pushed my cock all the way back into him. As I fucked him hard more and
more diarrhea spurted out with an accompaniment of gurgling watery farts. I
leaned over and kissed him as I pushed deep inside his filthy arse,
smearing him with the soupy shit and the combination of the stinking liquid
covering us, the rank smell and the enthusiasm with which he kissed my
dirty mouth pushed me over the edge. With a few more hard thrusts I spurted
my load deep inside his arse and collapsed on top of him, our tongues still
exploring each others' mouths. I lay kissing him gently for a couple of
minutes, recovering, then stretched out at his side again and ran a hand
over his filthy body. He was pumping away at his swollen cock so I reached
down to play with his balls again, pulling and stretching and squeezing
them. His moans, now of pure lust, increased so I started kneading his
balls hard, squeezing and lightly slapping them as I gazed into his
beautiful eyes. This, in turn, brought him to the edge and as his moans
reached an impressive crescendo he shot his load over both our bodies. We
lay together for a few minutes, hugging in the filthy bed and nuzzling each
others necks as we slowly recovered from the intense orgasms.

We took it in turns to shower. He went first and when I returned to the
room after mine, still towelling myself dry, he had stripped the filthy
bedding off to wash, turned the mattress and remade the bed. Although the
filthy bedding was in the washing machine and we had thoroughly showered, a
farmy smell stilled lingered -- that unmistakable odour of a room that has
recently witnessed two perverted shitpigs at play. I kissed him again and
as we hugged he asked if I wanted to stay the night. I looked at him to see
the same slightly nervous, hopeful expression he had started the evening
with. I told him yes and hugged him even tighter. We ended up falling
asleep with me pressed up against his back, my arms round him gently
rubbing his hairy tits and belly and my lips brushing his neck. Although he
had showered, I could still detect a slight tang of shit on his skin. I
sank into a very happy night's sleep.

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