Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2012 12:10:38 +0000
From: steve kafe <kafe35@hotmail.com>
Subject: NASTY GYM BUDDIES, Part 1

NASTY GYM BUDDIES

By Steve Kafe  (aka Jonnyraunch)  kafe35@hotmail.com

The usual disclaimers apply: Stay away if you're under 18. Please don't
re-post without my permission. This jack-off story involves scenes of scat
and raunch. Feel free to email me if you like it. 
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I gottta hot sex buddy I wanna tell ya about.  Name's Rocco.  As a young
stud he was a competitive body builder, but with advancing years he hung up
his posing pouch and went into business.  Bought himself a gym with his
younger brother, Sal.  No surprises there, but what the fuck, ya play to
your strengths, dontcha.  It was at this gym that I first met Rocco.  I got
fed up training at the straight sweat-shop I was working out in and joined
Rocco's instead.  His gym is exclusively gay.  And whadda difference.  No
more listening to dickhead breeders talking endlessly about basketball and
dickin' pussy.

The first time I laid eyes on Rocco I fuckin' sprung wood.  He's one hot
fucker.  In his mid 40's by now, he doesn't work out the way he used to,
but he still turns heads.  Rocco's beefed-up since his competition days and
his former 6-pack has given way to a perfectly curved gut of rock solid
hardness.  That steel belly of his drives me fuckin' wild.  Rocco's pecs
are still massive with huge eraser-like nipples.

He stopped shaving his body hair years ago so now he's one hot `natural'
man.  His thick black chest fur stretches across his collar bone and down
to beneath his pumped up manpecs.  There his hair becomes much finer and
softer and narrows into a `treasure trail' along his hard gut then fans out
again into a triangle of wiry, sweaty crotch pubes.  Rocco's got a trimmed
beard and a number 2 crop.  With laid-back ease he made the transition from
cute, buff, body builder to rugged, hot bearman.  Which is fine with me,
`cause he's just the type of man that gets my dick twitching.

Any of you guys out there thinking Rocco's a gone-to-seed slob, fuckin'
forget it.  He's solid and massive.  Built like a brick shithouse.  Which
come to think of it, may have something to do with Rocco's particular
sexual kinks.

Lemme tell ya about what we get up to on Friday nights at Rocco's gym,
since his brother Sal re-located back East. Guess ya could say we kinda got
a routine going.  But this routine sure as fuck don't involve weights.  Ya
see Rocco is a raunch pig.  Like me.  And on Friday nights we get fuckin'
nasty together, like only real pigmen do.

This is how it plays out.  I usually turn up at the gym `bout 9 pm and work
out till closing time at 11.  While the other members leave and Rocco locks
up, I undress in the sweat-stinking locker room, leaving on just my rank,
shit and piss stained jockstrap.  I never wash that scum rag.  It stinks
real nasty and the pouch is stiff and grimy with all kinds of filthy toilet
slime and cum stains. Usually I just pull the two straps into my sweaty,
hairy man trench after I dump. Nothin' better for soaking up my dripping
ass slop and ditch sweat.  What's the use of wasting shit-paper (`Save a
Tree', is my motto) when I got my crusty straps to sop up my slimey turd
slop.

I walk around the locker room for a while breathing in the manstink that
permeates the air.  Usually some of the guys leave behind their smelly,
damp socks, sweaty trainers and ripe, rank jockstraps.  I shove my pig
snout into each and every man-stinking, putrid piece of sweat gear and
inhale the impregnated raunch odours while fingering my sweaty, turd-packed
shithole.  Fuck it gets me good and boned.  If there's one around, I
usually take some stud's stinking trainer into the sauna with me where I
lick the fetid foot sweat from its inner sole. Kinda sets the mood for
later.

Sitting in the sauna in my rank stinking jock, rubbing the trainer over my
bulging filth pouch, I spread my hairy thighs apart and watch the sweat
roll down my pumped up furry pecs.  It adds to the body stink I built up
over my 2 hour workout.  While I sit in the hot air my uncut, cheesy cock
nudges out the side of my pouch and stretches to its full 8 inches helped
by me thinking about what Rocco and me are gonna get up to.

I start to play with my slimey, hooded cockmeat, peeling the flappy, loose,
overhanging stud-skin back to loosen the stinking glove-cheese that's grown
under the rim of my swollen cock knob.  Fuck, I love the stink and taste of
dick cheese.  Nothin' fuckin' like it. Well, almost nothin'.  I scrape off
some creamy knob-smeg, roll it into a small snotball and shove it up my pig
snout.  Then I tease and finger my sloppy dump hole and rub the wet shit
that coats my finger across my `stache.  Depending how piggy I'm feeling I
may lick the brown turd smear off my hairy upper lip, imagining and
savouring what's ahead with Rocco.

After 10 minutes in the sauna I come out, soaking and dripping pig sweat.
My pec and abs fur are matted and I'm reeking like the filth-pig I am.  I
can feel ass slop dripping down the crack of my hairy, rank butt.  I walk
into the toilet stall that says, `OUT OF ORDER' and sit down on the crapper
and start taking a steaming dump.  I don't bother to pull off my jock, but
just shit onto the straps that are inserted into my dripping mancrack.  I
usually eat a big junk meal during the early part of the day since it
guarantees awesome stinking, firm shit logs.  I don't mean to brag but I
can push out at least three 8-10 inch long turds.  Fat, greasy, and deep
brown.  Not to mention the noxious smelling pig farts my dump hole blasts
out, too.  But tonight I only evacuate half of what's buried up my packed
fudge factory.

By now Rocco saunters into the shit stall, joins me and shuts the door.
He's sweating like a pig himself and he's wearing the same rotting scum
Jockey's he's worn for the past 6 months.  They're stained yellow and brown
from his powerful piss puddles and shit skids.  His rock hard gut bulges
out over the filthy waistband and his massive manpecs are pumped to the
max.  He starts his routine by inhaling deep lung fulls of my fetid man
waste through his flaring pig snout.  He breathes in my rancid shit stink
like it was poppers.  I can see his scummy, stinking briefs begin to tent
out as his 10 inch hooded, cheesy, stinkmeat comes alive beneath the piss
and shit stained fabric.

Rocco leans his full 220 pounds against the shit stall door and I get off
the shitter to face him up close.  My stretched out pig hole is covered in
loose shitmeat that drips down the back of my furry thighs.  We both
breathe in my rich, spicy turd stench that saturates the entire stall in
reeking manwaste stink.

I know the drill by heart.  I begin by biting and sucking Rocco's quarter
inch long sow nipples.  I chew and lap on his sweaty, matted, pumped up,
fur pecs.  Rocco is a true tit pig, among other things, and the harder I
pinch and twist his beefy pig nipples the dirtier his groans become.

Rocco pushes down his rotting scum briefs to just below his knees.  He
spreads his thick, hairy thighs stretching the elastic waistband so that I
can get a better look at the 2-inch thick shit-skids that line and coat the
seat of his stud briefs.  They're reeking and plastered with manfilth and
it fuckin' excites me, knowing Rocco's turd skids are all mine.  I pull my
drooling sewer mouth off Rocco's sweaty mantits and bury my face under his
rank, dripping pig pits.  I suck out the ripe, bitter stench from his
dripping, underarm forest and catch a few thick wiry black hairs between my
teeth.

All the while, Rocco is engaged in a solitary, eyes-closed, slow wank.  He
pulls his heavy, loose hanging studskin back and forth over his blood
engorged cheese knob.  I can make out the distinct, rancid stink of hood
cheddar.  Rocco's dickmeat is a fucking-one-man-cheese-factory.  He never
skins back his hood to wash his knob so he ferments loads of the rank, ripe
slimy stuff.  Even more than me.  I stand back for a minute and watch him
beat off his swollen dongmeat as globs of nasty smelling smegma and
cocksnot ooze out from the folds of his flappy, dripping skin snout.

I know he's close to shooting so I twist his pig nipples, nearly tearing
them off.  This brings Rocco over the edge and he shoots his sticky, creamy
spooge onto my shit encrusted scum jock.  I watch him spasm and shake and
shoot load after load of ball juice onto my filth pouch, soaking the
already crusty jock-case with his pig spunk.  When his fat hooded cockmeat
finally stops twitching he peels back his dripping cheese hood and rubs
some of his yellow-greenish cock smeg across my cum soaked stud pouch.

Breathing in the strong, ripe shit and cock stink of the stall, Rocco sits
down on the crapper and turns me around so that my shit smeared pig trench
is in line with his face.  For openers, Rocco takes a few deep breaths of
my brown caked pig crack into his lungs.  Deciding my filth stench is up to
scratch, Rocco removes his scum Jockey's and hands them to me, like he's
trading his manfilth for my butt slop.

While I put his turd encrusted, size 34 briefs over my face and tongue and
chew on the dried and fresh dump skids, Rocco dips his hand into the
crapper and pulls out one of my piss sodden stink logs.  First he presses
the filth turd to his pig snout and huffs on its raw, manly stink before
smashing it into his face.  Covering it entirely in my brown shitwaste.
The stench in the stall sinks to new depths of manfilth. Rocco pulls my
shit painted manbutt into his face and I start to feel his tongue push its
way past my crusty, brown pig-ring and into my dripping turd chute.

`Aw fuck man, shove your turd-drilling tongue up my packed craphole. Comb
the shit berries off my stinking turd covered trench with your teeth, you
fuckin' hot muscle-shit-pig', I groan while pushing and rubbing my shitty
ass into Rocco's brown painted face.

Rocco's too busy trying to shove his entire head up my reeking manhole to
reply to my dirty coaxing.  Not that he needs encouragement.  He's a
natural born shit-eater.

`Ok buddy', I say, `dig out another one of my turds from the shitbowl and
gimme it'.

Without removing his tongue from my brown-oozing shitter, Rocco puts his
hand between this massive thighs and dredges out a hefty log and hands it
to me. I place my dripping manturd into Rocco's filthy, rotting underwear
that I'm wearing over my face and press the foul, bulging, sodden fabric
into my toilet mouth-hole. Now I start pigging out in earnest.

I'm insane with shit-lust knowing I'm eating a piss drenched manturd from
the seat of my gym-buddy's putrid scum briefs.  Rocco's thick, nasty pig
skids co-mingling with my farmed, bowel filth takes me to new depths of
depraved shit-sex.

I chew the fetid fabric, sucking on the lumps of reeking log-meat that
break up.  My sewer mouth fills with the thick, bitter paste of lumpen
manturd while shit drool edges its way outta my latrine mouth-hole back
onto Rocco's skids.  I love chewing shit from a pigman's nasty rank,
underwear.  Or from his jockstrap and cup.  Knowing Rocco's been wearing
these stud-briefs for half a year, cumming and pissing in them, farting and
scratching his never-wiped asshole with `em feels like the most intimate
connection I can make with this hairy, hot shit-bear. I totally lose myself
in pig lust and shit munching.

Rocco takes me outta my filth revelry by grunting,

`OK buddy gimme what ya got left up there.'

 Rocco's hungry and wants his dinner. Never content with just licking my
shit smeared furry butt cheeks and tounge-dippin' into my filth crack,
Rocco wants my `brown plate special'.  And fuck, man, who am I to deprive
my best shit-bud of his Happy Meal? Sure as hell, not a loyal gym-buddy
like me.

`OK, Rocky, get ready, you fuckin', turd-eating toiletpig.  Get ready for
my fucking stinking man-mud'.

And without so much as a `here it comes', I blast my rotten smelling
rectum-dump straight into Rocco's cesspool mouth.

He moans, `aghhhhhhhhhhh' and even with my face buried in his underwear I
know I've hit the target.  He sucks on my greasy, stinking turds. Chews my
pastey, thick shitmeat. Mashes my foul bowel fudge between his teeth. And
swallows my reeking dump-waste like a pig eating his last meal. I can feel
Rocco flossing my mud-spewing crack with the straps of my jock as he licks
and laps the nasty shit filth covering my hairy man butt.

He uses his face like shit paper to sop up the loose chunks of turd meat
clinging to my filth-trench.  I start to push out the deeper, softer
dump-load buried up my shitter. It goes straight into Rocco's
musclestud-cesspool-mouth. He sucks on my brown dumpster like a vacuum
cleaner.  The fukin' stink in the stall is noxious and intoxicating at the
same time.

Rocco's stud grunts work me into my own shit frenzy. My sewer mouth is
packed with the runny man-waste I'm eating from Rocco's scum briefs.  I
uncurl my rank, cheese-stick from the confines of my filthy, shit-encased
jockpouch and it slaps my abds like a baseball bat.  Removing my shit
dripping face from Rocco's shit-craddling underwear, I wrap the brown
soaking fabric 'round my snot leaking smeg-pole.

I wanna see my nasty gym buddy covered in my filth waste so I turn around
to face Rocco.  Sitting there on the crapper with his head, face and pumped
up hairy pecs painted brown with my shit, Rocco looks me straight in the
eyes and just keeps on chewing the dump load filling his latrine
mouth-hole.  He parts his scum-oozing lips and pushes out a lump of pastey
turd-goo, letting the vile shit drool drip down his chin. Then he sucks it
right back into his toilet mouth. What a hot fukin' shit pig.

Rocco's 10 inch hooded cockmeat stands at attention.  Even completely rigid
his cheesey dick- glove covers his knob-head.  I crave the rancid
smeg-filth that coats his stud-glans and lines the inside of his
cheese-hood. Jacking my own chedder-pole with Rocco's shitty briefs I fall
to my knees and come face to cock with the obscene object of my
scat-desires. I scoop off a handfull of bowel waste from my goatee and
transfer it to Rocco's cock-muscle.  I slather the entire length of his
stinkin' fuck-pole with turd slime.  Shit covers the floor of the stall and
I scoop up a fistful of it and stuff it down Rocco's rank, fermenting
foreskin.

His cock looks swollen and lumpen packed with shit. I can't wait any
longer. Plunging down onto Rocco's foul, stud-meat it fills my gutter mouth
and hits the back of my sewer throat. I lap and savour the shit covering
his meaty fuck-pole. Up and down my pig head bobs on my nasty gym buddy's
cock while my hand jacks furiously on my briefs-encased-shit-meat. My
tongue finds its way into the deep recesses of Rocco's rotten, rancid smeg
factory.  It scoops up his shit flavored cheese- crud and I'm in my
element: being fukin' toilet.

My shit-suction mouth is working it's magic.  I sense that Rocco is ready
to blow and so am I. He grabs the back of my shitty head and pulls it down
on his tastey hole-raper and just holds it still. Jacking all the while I
ready myself for Rocco's second round of shitty cum-blasts of the evening.
Fuck yeah.  Fuck yeah. Both of us blow in unison. His ball nectar fills my
throat and I unload my brown tinged jizz into Rocco's underwear. Blast
after blast of his stud-spunk fills my mouth.  I feel like a fukin'
stud-sewer. The manly pig flavours of shit, smegma and cum take up
residence in my toilet mouth cavern.

Just as I'm regaining my breath and thinking how hot my shit-scenes with
Rocco always are, I hear footsteps in the lockerroom.

'Hey Rocco, you in here? This place stinks like shit. What the fuck's going
on?'

I look up at Rocco.  He's covered in turd-filth and breathing heavy. Yet a
shit eatin' grin spreads across his face.

'Hey bro, when the fuck did you get back?'


to be continued....

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