Date: Sat, 15 Sep 2001 21:23:03 -0700
From: Roderick Shafton <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: PICNIC ON THE GRASS

              PICNIC ON THE GRASS

   While out cruising in the park one day I stumbled upon
a young guy about 17 or 18 asleep on a blanket in a very
remote area. I nearly passed him by as he was nestled in a
little alcove surrounded by tall bushes. All he wore were
these skimpy shorts that outlined his darling buns so as to
make my mouth water and my cock do handsprings.
   I tiptoed closer, took a gander at his handsome face in
sweet slumber, then knelt down to get a better look at his
perfect little cupcakes. A few gentle caresses brought no
response. He was deep in an exhausted sleep. I threw
caution to the winds and slowly worked his shorts down to
below his buttocks. They were soft, pert, and had a heart-
stopping trail of golden hair all up and down his crack. I
worked them down further, until I was able to slip them off
one foot and open his legs wider.
   My hands trembled as I carefully spread his cheeks. Oh,
the ambrosia that hit my nostrils! What a state he was in.
There was fresh shit all along his crack and a plentiful
amount circling his crimson asshole. I couldn't believe my
good fortune. Without any hesitation, for fear this longed-
for opportunity would be snatched away from me now that it
was finally at hand, I immediately nosed in there and
bathed luxuriously in his pungent aroma. I would have
wished to prolonged the prelude for many more minutes, or
hours, but I didn't dare.
   I slowly and caressingly began to lap his filthy crack
top to bottom and back again several times. The smell and
taste were beyond my wildest hopes! He flinched slightly,
but otherwise gave no indication that he was aware. Then I
began to tongue the sweet shit from around his precious
anus. I lapped and sucked it up, eating it while experienc-
ing unimaginable pleasure! When I'd thoroughly cleaned the
perimeter, I returned to tidy up the rest of his soiled
valley, gently sucking the delicious stuff from his caked
asshairs and licking the skin clean around the roots.
   His movements now occasional squirms, I suspected he
was alert to what was happening. If so, he seemed not to be
alarmed. Taking no chances, however, I had one more goal...
and I would not be denied. Quickly, but considerately, I
wrenched his but-tocks further apart and drove my tongue
through the poochy ring of his asshole and proceeded to eat
out his rectal cavity as deeply as possible. It was quite
filthy in there, to my everlasting joy, and I nearly
swooned as I tongued out an abundance of his mushy crap and
savored it among my tastebuds before swallowing it down and
digging in for more.
   I cleaned him out as well as was humanly possible with
only a meager tongue as a scoop and my lips assisting with
a bit of suction. Then I left his magical cavern and glued
my lips around his asshole began to suck it...just for the
pleasure of sucking it. Everything from his tailbone to the
back of his balls was sparkling clean, so I just lost
myself in the ecstasy of sucking his bulbous wrinkles and
swiping my tongue up and down his hairy crease. He'd lifted
slightly by now and was quietly moaning. My heart was
beating so rapidly, and had been for quite a while, that I
finally had to pull my face out of there and catch my
breath. He looked back over his shoulder.
   "What's all this about, mister?" he asked pointedly,
but without anger.
   "I saw your beautiful bottom laying here and simply had
to touch and taste it. I hope I haven't offended you, but I
couldn't resist such a beauty."
   "You certainly did seem to be getting your fill as far
as taste is concerned."
   "Oh, I could never get my fill. I washed it for you,
inside and out. It's now spic 'n span and ready to go
anywhere."
   "Are you a wacko or have you lost your sense of smell
and taste? There was shit all over down there. I took a
dump back behind those bushes and didn't have anything to
wipe with. Then when I layed down I was so damned tired I
just decided to let it go until I got home to wash up. You
must have noticed it!"
   "Oh, I certainly did! The moment I spread your cushy
buns I could smell it. Then I saw exactly how filthy your
entire buttcrack was and all that lovely shit around your
hole. It was a dream come true for me, you see. I abso-
lutely love licking other fellow's assholes and sucking on
them. I've been doing it for years. But I've never had the
opportunity to lick a truly filthy bottom like yours was
and I simply couldn't pass up what may be my only chance.
Here and there a fellow's bottom may be a little sweaty, or
even tangy with a marvelous aroma, but by and large men
tend to keep their asses irritatingly clean. I've craved
being able to lick and suck a dirty butt just once. Thank
you. I can never repay your tolerance in allowing me to
continue as you did."
   "I was right the first time. You're a wacko. Anyway, is
that it? Is that all?"
   "Um, well, I suppose so."
   "Well, look under here. You've given me a jumbo boner
with your little act. What am I supposed to do with it?"
   "OH! Please, if you'll allow, I'd be more than honored
to blow you and suck your jism. I didn't think you'd be...
oh, what a magnificent cock you've got. I'd love to suck
you off...or you can stick it up my ass if you'd like. I
always enjoy having a young man's cock shoved up my tail.
Would you like to bugger me? Better yet, why not screw the
dickens out of me after I suck on it a while, then I'll
suck it clean after you pull it out of my ass?"
   "Yeck!"
   "Oh, but I love sucking a cock that just fucked me...or
just fucked somebody else, for that matter! I suppose it
shouldn't surprise you that I also enjoy sucking on dirty
cocks."
   "No, but with your own shit on it?!"
   "Certainly. The juice from my bottom is just as
flavorful and zesty as from any other man. Though I'd
easily prefer tasting some other fellow's shit rather than
my own, mine is nowheres unpalatable. Of course, until
today I'd never truly experienced another's shit in so
unmistakable a manner." I had to giggle a bit over that.
   He quickly turned and sat down and slipped off the
shorts still hanging on one leg.
   "You talk like a fussy old coot but you're not all that
old. Sure got a big piece on the rail from your little
escapade." He pointed at the throbbing erection in my
pants.
   "I'm an academic. That tends to make us a trifle
stuffy. And, yes, you've gotten me so turned on I'm ready
to pop in my trousers."
   "Well, pull it out and let's see. I've sucked a couple
of cocks before. I wouldn't call myself gay, but I'm not
against trading blowjobs or something."
   "Why, that's marvelous! Say, why don't we continue this
in more private surroundings? I've got my van parked just
the other side of the tennis courts."
   "Swell. The bugs have been chewing my ass...too." He
grinned, gathering up his pack and blanket.
   "And I'd be happy as hell to chew on it some more!" I
gushed.
   In the van we stripped down and tentatively began
fondling one another. He wasn't what I'd call eager, but
neither was he standoffish. It was simply new territory for
him. Once we sprawled out on the carpet, however, he
quickly made the first move to maneuver us into a 69
position. He grabbed my floppy cock and had it fully
engorged once again in a matter of seconds. Not just with
his hand, which was quite adept at handling a dick, but
also with laps of his wet tongue over my knob and then
along my growing shaft. His young cock had sprung up the
moment he was again naked.
   We sucked each other for a good spell, then relaxed,
both knowing a respite was in order to keep from coming too
swiftly. We layed there idly fondling each other.
   "Hey, what's your name?" he chuckled.
   "Oh, Thomas. Sorry. And what's yours?"
   "Dwayne. You're still pretty fit. And that's a hellofa
big prick you've got. I couldn't go all the way down on
it."
   "No matter. You were doing splendidly. Your apparatus
is more than adequate, too, I'd say. Like the rest of you,
it's deliciously suckable."
   "I gotta admit, those two times I blew a guy I really
enjoyed it. It's really nice having a cock in your mouth,
isn't it?"
   "It's incomparable. The only thing better is having one
up your ass."
   "Now, don't ahead of me," he chided.
   "Oh, I wasn't suggesting..." I gushed, wistfully
imagining just how marvelous it would be to fuck his juicy
asshole. "But how about you screwing me? Have you ever
fucked a guy up the ass?"
   "No, like I said, it was just trading blows and
handjobs. You really want me to fuck you, or are you just
anxious to suck a dirty dick?" He gave me a sly grin.
   "Honestly? Both. And I want to suck your gorgeous ass
some more. Hell, I could suck a turd out of that pretty
bottom of yours!"
   "WHAT?!?"
   "Oh, easily," I said, breathlessly earnest.
   "Cripes! Though I guess that shouldn't surprise me
after eating all that shit off and sucking it out of my
asshole."
   "Nope. Same stuff. And what a superbly naughty
spectacle that would be, watching you take a shit."
   "You wanna watch, too?"
   "Of course I do. There's nothing erotic if you shit at
home and bring it to me in a box with a ribbon. Seeing it
come out of your asshole, slowly, in full view to only me,
would be incredibly obscene and vulgar. The perfect lewd-
ness. I'd be right down there, licking it up and down while
you shit. Then I'd licked your asshole clean and put your
steamy turd in my mouth and show you how I love sucking on
it!"
   "Jezzus! You...you wouldn't eat it, would you? I
couldn't handle watching that. That'd be just too fucking
perverted for this guy! Have you sucked a lot of turds
before?"
   "No, never. Never had the opportunity nor the guts to
even suggest it. But I've thought about it a lot. I know
for certain I'd definitely enjoy sucking yours."
   "Well, you know what it tastes like, so I don't doubt
it. Hey, is your asshole clean?"
   "Sure, why?"
   "Uh, climb over me. I wanna give it a try. Just a try
...a test. You can suck on mine if you want."
   "Boy, you're full of delightful surprises, Dwayne!" I
cried, hopping up as he layed flat. I looked down at his
uncertain expression.
   "Are you sure about this?" I asked.
   "Yeah, but do it before I change my mind. It felt so
wicked when you did it to me, I want to see what it's like
to do it...to make somebody else feel as good as I did."
   "Atta boy. Just free your mind of all concepts and
prejudices. It's really a mar--velous, intimate act. Enjoy
the depravity of it."
   "Come on!" he cried.
   Well, who can argue with insistence like that?
Obviously, he needed no special assurances, so I climbed
above him and knelt down until my butt was mere inches
above his face. I hoped I hadn't sweated too much back
there since morning. I certainly didn't want to turn him
off. My apprehension was intensified when he immediately
began sniffing my ass. I was ready to hike his legs up so I
could get my mouth on his hole. But Dwayne was still sniff-
ing me and I couldn't contain myself.
   "Is...is it alright?" I asked. "Do I smell? I really
shouldn't."
   "Yeah, I can smell your asshole," he muttered. "But
it's okay. Really, it's not bad at all. Hell, a shithole's
supposed to smell, ain't it?" He laughed.
   I was about to add something more but it was unnec-
essary. His tongue was plastered to my anus and he was
swirling it around. He had a firm grip on my buttocks and
was prying them apart. There was only one form of assis-
tance that would encourage him. I flung his legs up and
back, grabbed his little ass, lifted it while spreading it
open, and speared my tongue up his hole!
   "Uhhh!" he moaned at the welcomed intrusion, and
immediately doubled his own efforts, lapping my crack like
crazy and poking his tongue into the crevices of my well-
used, enlarged asshole. He played around in my wrinkled
flesh, exploring and tasting. When he was satisfied, he
used his thumbs to pry my asshole open. I could feel his
nose pressing against it at first, but mostly he must have
been staring at it...checking it out to decide whether to
venture farther or simply for the fascination of it. Either
way, it wasn't long before my internal probing of his shit
canal was joined in tandem as his tongue shot up my rearend
and burrowed in to the limit without any hesitation. For
many long, delicious moments the young man and I were
suspended in a rapturous, wanton delirium as we unashamedly
licked and sucked each other's asses out!
   "AHHH!" he finally broke for air. "Oh, man, that's
wild! That's the dirtiest thing I've ever done. Once in a
while I'd get the guilts and wonder how I could have ever
put a dude's cock in my mouth, but that's baby stuff
compared to this. But you know, it's fucking good! Sucking
an asshole. A guy's asshole. Fucking nasty, man! I can see
why you like it so much. Except for the shit, of course.
But, hell, even a little cheesy stink adds to it, right?
Makes ya feel good and demented."
   His mouth went around my anal ring again and he resumed
sucking on it with abandon. I, of course, didn't require my
tongue to hear his comments, therefore it had never stopped
excavating his lower depths.
   His outburst had an effect of another sort. The loss of
any sense of guilt was a catalyst to his cock. Always bone
hard, it was now jerking and throbbing dangerously. I
pulled my tongue out of his hole and slobbered spit all
over his cock, then got on all fours next to him.
   "Come on, baby. You're gonna love this, too. Easy and
steady, slide that dripping monster up my itchy butthole
and sodomize the shit out of me!"
   He hopped up, eager and ready, and knelt behind me. He
leaned down and gave my asshole a few final licks, finish-
ing off with a big smackeroo kiss! Then he sluiced his knob
around my hole and gently poked at it.
   "Wait," I said, clenching tightly. "Take a breath and
relax. Don't go in until you're sure you can control your-
self. We don't want you blasting off like a cannon right
away. Remember, it's a lot tighter than a pussy even if it
is weather beaten and whorish."
   "Good idea. Now, I haven't even looked at my own
asshole as close up as I did yours, but I'd hardly call it
worn out. Nipped my tongue pretty good."
   "Weather beaten, honey," I giggled, "not worn out. Not
by a long shot. It's just had a lot of pricks up there
banging around."
   "And here I thought you were kinda sheltered or
something."
   "Nope. I go on the prowl regularly to get strange dicks
to suck and sit on, and assholes to lick out. Mostly in
parks, dives, and toilets. That's how I got my penchant for
smelly assholes and dirty cocks."
   He was idly biding his time, fiddling with my asshole
and fondling my balls.
   "Do you ever fuck them?" he asked.
   "Oh, sure. Lots of 'em like my big dick. Come to that,
I'll flip flop either way. Long as they let me suck their
ass, anything's okay with me."
   "Betcha'd ruin a virgin, hunh?"
   "Gettin' ideas?"
   "Um, no. Just wondering. I think I'm calm enough now."
   "Okay, sugarplum. Plug 'er in. If you get too close,
just stop moving and think about something else until it's
safe."
   "Yeah, I know. I gotta stop all the time when I fuck
girls. I've got it. I'll think about you sucking a turd."
   "Uh, try something else. That just might backfire and
make you blow your cookies."
   He laughed. Straight up the old chute, pause, pull
back, pause, stroke. He had good control, as it turned out,
and we had us a nice leisurely screw that culminated, at
my insistence, with a butt-ramming, no-nonsense, teeth-
chattering rectal bang that had us both dripping sweat and
collapsing in exhaustion. It was phenomenal! Once in
rhythm, he'd gotten to his feet in a squat, grabbed me by
the hips, and gave me the wildest, butchest fuck I'd had in
ages.
   "AAH! MY NUTS ARE SHATTERING!" he screamed, flooding
my insides with gushes of sweet cream. He collapsed.
   Fuck the oxygen; I'd breathe later. I crawled between
his legs and took his sticky, half-deflated meat between my
lips and soothingly cleaned every trace of shit and
assjuice from it. I'd had better that day, but it was
marvelous nonetheless. Resting back on his elbows, he
watched me with amusement...even holding his cock back and
urging me not to forget to wash his balls. I smiled and
dutifully licked his sack until it sparkled.
   "Okay," he suggested just before leaving, "I'll be by
here next week around this time. If you still want, I'll
come with a big turd up my ass."
   "Fantastic! You really want to watch me suck it, don't
you?"
   "I guess. Actually, I think what excites me more is
having somebody watch me take a shit. That's so kinky I
just gotta try it once."
   "Yep. It's so kinky I just gotta try it...at least
once."
   Saturday's a long time to wait. Besides, having another
rendezvous with Dwayne was no reason to curtail my routine.
Tuesday evening I visited the men's room at the bus depot.
I wasn't in the mood to travel far, so I took a quick hop
over there even though it was about as deserted as I'd
expected.
   As I was entering a stunning young blonde boy was just
leaving. He was breathtaking. The grin on his face looked
familiar. The only person inside the restroom was Jim, a
tall, lanky fellow a few years younger than myself. He was
shirtless, adjusting the bulge in his shorts.
   "Whew!" I whistled. "What a cutie I saw just leaving."
   Jim got a big smirk on his face. "You're a dollar
short, Thomas. I just fucked the kid. Wanna suck my dick?"
   "Really? You just screwed that living doll?"
   "Yep. Still got his buttslime all over my rod.
Interested?"
   Jim and I were nodding acquaintances with similar
tastes and desires. We'd never had dealings with each
other, though we'd often observed one another in action at
various hangouts. My mind reflected on those sexy buns I'd
stared at.
   "Whip it out, stud!" I cried. "Come on. Let's go in the
stall."
   I followed him in and locked the door as he sat on the
toilet and dropped his shorts. He wagged his long cock at
me. I leaned over to sniff it. It was heady with the
pungency of bunghole. Young bunghole. At least I took it on
faith. If he'd actually fucked some crusty old fart up the
tail, I didn't want to know it.
   Jim ran his finger along the underside of his shaft and
leisurely licked it. Like I said, we had similiar tastes. I
savored the rank bouquet, sliding my nose up each side of
his sticky shaft which was nearly at full erection. Then I
sparingly began to lick the sharp ripeness from around his
root and the top of his balls, gradually moving further up
the shaft as I licked it clean. It was a gourmet feast
compared to some of the sour offerings I'd garnered in that
place. I needn't be in any rush, but I steadily made my way
to his knob to capture the boy's sticky essence at its
freshest possible. It was gooey and moist, especially under
his ridge, and definitely prime syrup. I laved it up,
fluttered my tongue into his pisshole, then gave his knob a
good sucking. The fact that his prick was at full staff
didn't mean he wanted, or expected, a blowjob. Jim had a
reputation for being ever-hard.
   "Thanks, guy," I said, straightening my back and
standing up. "Need a job?"
   "Naw. Gonna haul on over to Barkley's and find another
rump to bang. I'm in the mood to ream a black hole tonight.
Was he tasty?"
   "Yummy! Almost as sweet as the kid I had last
Saturday." I told him about Dwayne and what we did. Then I
told him about what we were going to do next Saturday.
   "Kinky, man. Always knew you wish you were born with an
asshole on the end of your nose, but I didn't figure you
for a turd washing shiteater."
   "Well, it's something I've always wanted to do and
never had the chance. I can't just asked some stranger if
he'd take a shit in my mouth, you know. Even as raunchy as
some of the guys that come in these places are, I never
encountered anyone with a totally shitty asshole. Now I've
tried it, and it was amazing. And I know I'm gonna just
love the kid's juicy turd."
   "No doubt. You've always been shameless about ramming
your tongue up any and all bungholes, but I see what you
mean about making it a request. Still, you could have asked
me. I'd have done it. If my butt interests you at all, that
is."
   "Hey, everybody loves prime stuff. But I've never been
all that fussy when it comes to sucking ass. I didn't say
that right. What I mean is, I'd suck your ass out in a
flash. And that includes if it was covered with shit. But I
couldn't come right out and say `Jim, I'd like to suck your
ass. How about taking a big shit and smearing it all up and
down your crack?'"
   "Well, now you can. Say, it's pretty ripe right now.
I've shit twice since a shower. Probably don't have any
dingleberries hanging from my hairs but you're welcome to
suck it out if you'd like."
   "Hey, spin around and let's see it," I urged. We traded
places.
   I was getting very intrigued. I'd never thought one way
or another about Jim, but the thought of two shittings
would mean at least a smelly alcove to bury my nose. Like
many lanky guys, his ass was rather flat and saggy. But
once bent over it was a veritable smorgasbord of nastiness.
Pale cheeks, hairy crack, a few pimples, and two large
hanging hemorrhoids that looked particularly silky. There
was no need to voice any decision; I immediately poked my
nose in there and began smelling his ass. Oooh, it was
fetid and quite cheesy! I rimmed him out like I hadn't
sucked ass in years. Face it. I'm just hooked on assholes.
   I lapped his greasy asshairs, nibbled his hanging nubs,
fluttered in and out of the shit-flecked wrinkles of his
assring, collecting slag, and pulled his whole puffy anus
into my mouth and nursed on it. I reached underneath and
played with his cock and balls. As I figured, experienced
taught him to automatically reach back and pry his own
cheeks for me. I centered my tongue at the pulsing ring and
drove into its depths as far as I could...wiggling and
tasting!
   "Ah, suck it, man. Suck my hot shithole. Oooh, drill
that tongue up my sweet turd tunnel, baby. Yeah, your
reputation is well deserved. Maybe it's not as corroded and
rancid as you like, but it's gotta be hot and bitter. Dig
in there and rummage around. Oughta be some shit collecting
in there by now. Yeah, gimme the word, man. If you like
that college boy's turd next week, you just say the word.
I'll shit in your mouth. No sweat. I've done it. Gimme a
day or two's notice, any time, and I'll supply you with all
the juicy turds you want."
   His words gave my tongue an even bigger boner. I swear
I was suddenly reaching in there deeper than before. And I
could taste his shit. It wasn't much, but it was hot, fresh
shit. I licked around in there some more, then gave up.
Then I noticed that Jim had a naturally dilated asshole.
More than normal, at any rate.
   "Hold on, Jim. I'm gonna slide a finger up your butt."
   "Aha! Found something, hunh?" He pulled me up off the
seat and leaned over the toilet. "Go ahead. I've taken
hands up there. Shove a couple in and work 'em around.
Anything you find is yours to munch on."
   I managed to pull some little renegade turdballs out. I
sniffed 'em, licked them from my fingers, and sucked on 'em
til they dissolved. I got a fair share of assjuice coating
my fingers and sucked them clean. Several times I plunged
back into his sloppy rectum and pulled out syrup or
morsels. Only when my digits continually came out unsoiled,
did I stop.
   "Mmmm. I'm not gonna ignore your skinny ass any more.
That was delectable, Jim."
   "Yeah, but...fucking fingers got me all tweaked. How
about shoving your big meat up my can and making me
squeal?"
   I worked my pants down and grabbed my cock. It'd been
hard as a rock since I nibbled his piles.
   "Here, why don't you just squat down and sit on it?" I
suggested. "I'll stick it in."
   He kicked one leg from his shorts and straddled me. As
he lowered himself, I moved my prick so it touched his
fluttering asshole. He gave a tentative slide until the
knob popped in, then he slammed his ass down and took the
whole thing!
   "AH! JEZZUS, THAT'S BIG!" he hissed, squirming his
bottom. "We shoulda teamed up long ago. Your big prick and
my smelly ass. What a combo!"
   For the next few minutes we were silent except for
moaning. Jim repeatedly impaled himself on my cock,
pleasuring his hole in obvious lust. For me, it wasn't just
the torrid sight of his asshole sliding up and down my
shaft, his 'sloppy' hole was also very knowledgeable in how
to grasp a cockshaft and milk it dry. Now that my cock was
going where my fingers couldn't reach, a few shit streaks
started showing up along my shaft. I'd reach down and slide
my fingertip up and down, taking it to my mouth, eating it.
I wished then I was able to blow myself, as my cock was
looking mighty inviting.
   Jim had a little debauchery in his makeup, too. After I
squirted a big load up his tail and he spritzed gallons all
over the stall door, he slid his talented ass off and spun
around. He knelt and went down on me! He slurped up the
cum, assjuice, and whatever shit streaks I'd missed, and
thoroughly cleaned my scummy meat and lapped my balls.
   "Well, aren't you just the nasty, shameless boy!" I
chided.
   "A fuck that good always makes me wanna clean the cock
in appreciation," he explained, grinning. Goes back to
first getting cornholed by my cousin. He always made me
suck it clean. By the time I realized he'd fuck me even if
I refused to lick it, I didn't care. He shagged me so good
I did it gladly."
   "Well, just call me cousin," I grinned.
   "Hey, gotta piss?"
   "Um, yeah. Why?" Stupid question. I realized it
instantly. "Oh, of course."
   He knelt back down and took my softening cock into his
mouth. I rested back and leisurely pissed down his throat.
He gulped it down without missing a drop, something I'd
watched him do on several occasions. When in the mood, he'd
go to the end of the line of urinals and kneel down,
offering himself as an alternative commode. He'd kneel or
squat there, drinking hot piss from strange cocks all
evening long. And when he'd get full, there was usually
someone handy ready to return the favor.
   Hmmm. Sure I'd tried it. I was going to have to get
Dwayne to piss in my mouth on Saturday.


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