Date: Wed, 31 Jan 2001 04:36:18 -0500 (EST)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: Raunchy Boy

Disclaimer:

The following story deals with incest, watersports and scat.  Topics
which some may find immoral, disgusting and offensive yet practiced
among gay men.  If you have a problem dealing with these topics or are
under the age of eighteen, STOP HERE!

Raunchy Boy  (Part 1)
by Rim4you

Prologue

When did it all begin?  Was I twelve or thirteen years old?  Was it at
the onslaught of puberty?  Does it really matter or make a difference
now that I'm sixteen, when my thoughts and desires took a nosedive into
the gutter?

Perhaps not but like everything, all things have a beginning and an end.
I guess my story began around that time in my life when my body began to
change and develope and the lockeroom at school held so much
fascination!

My name is Joel and this is my story.

Chapter 1

"Come on, jockboy!"  Alan, my best friend, hollered as he snapped a
towel across my ass, "time to hit the showers!  We stink!"

"Right behind you, Alan."  I responded, reaching for my towel.

The lockeroom was filled with naked, whooping and hollering teenage boys
swearing loudly, making their way towards the showers.  Musky sweat
socks, gym shorts and jockstraps strewn everywhere sent their acrid
aroma, along with their bodily stench into the air.

Something stirred within me at that moment as my eyes beheld Alan's cute
butt and my nose became acutely aware of the different fragrances within
the lockeroom.

"Come on, Joel!  We only have fifteen minutes before the bell rings for
our next class."

"Uh ... yeah, right behind you, Alan.  I'm coming."  I rather stammered
as I glanced down on the floor and saw Alan's jockstrap.  Here it was,
almost the end of our freshman year and it looked as though Alan had
never taken his strap home to be washed!  The sight of his dirty
jockstrap lying there and the scent rising from it, coupled with the
globes of Alan's ass practically staring me in the face, exited me.
Why?  I couldn't rightly say.

All through algebra class, which followed P. E., I couldn't concentrate.
My thoughts kept turning back to the lockeroom.  Alan's ass.  His
jockstrap.  The musky aromas.  Naked teenage boys in all stages of
developement.  The cursing, crude comments about fucking and spunking.
All these jumbled thoughts were tumbling through my head and I couldn't
rationalise, let alone concentrate upon mathematical equations, why
these thoughts were turning me on so much?
Thank God this was the last class of the day and it was a Friday!

"Geez, Joel"  Alan quirked, as we slammed our lockers shut and headed
down the hall.  "You sure are acting mighty wierd today.  You okay?"

"Yeah.  I'm okay, Alan.  I just have some things on my mind that's all."

"What are you doing tomorrow, Joel?"

"I dunno.  Hanging out at the house I guess.  Why?  You wanna come
over?"

"Yeah!  That'd be swell."

"Better yet.  Why don't you ask your folks if you can spend the night
tonight?"

"Sure will!  I know they won't say no.  Will it be alright with your
Dad, Joel?"

"Of course it will, Alan!  Geez!  We practically grew up in each other's
homes."

"I'll call you when I get home, Joel!"  Alan shouted, as he made his way
through the crowded hallway towards the exit.

"Just come on over when you're ready," I hollered back.

Alan and I grew up on the same block and our families knew each other
since we were around four years old.  Alan's parents always took a
special liking to me seeing how I didn't have a Mom.  It was just Dad
and I.  As for Alan and I, we were like brothers.

I made some excuse to Alan that I couldn't walk home with him that
afternoon.  In reality I wanted to head back to the lockeroom on the
pretense of cleaning out my dirty gear to take home to be washed, but
actually just wanting to be in there again and what it was about the
lockeroom that excited me so much now.

As I made my way into the lockeroom towards the back row of lockers
where mine was located, I could hear the sounds of other guys in the
room and in the distance the spraying sound of what seemed to be a
single shower.

I caught myself sniffing the air and absorbing the funky aromas.  Even
as I passed the toilet stalls with their lingering fragrances, I took in
deep breaths and all the while my cock stirred within my jeans.

I thought to myself that I must be going nuts!  Here I was turning on to
the smells within the lockeroom!  Rounding the corner I made my way
towards my locker and nonchalantly fumbled with the combination lock.
Glancing down my eyes stared with wonder.  Lying on the floor next to
Alan's locker was his jockstrap.

Glancing around nervously, I sat down on the bench and stared at it.  In
my chest I could feel my heart pounding and my breathing coming in short
gasps.  Bending over I grabbed it.  It felt damp.  Examining it I was
amazed at how grundgy it was.  The pouch was no longer white but rather
a yellowish-brown in color.  Where the straps met at the pouch the color
was most definitely a dark brown.

Once more I looked around.  Seeing nobody in sight I pressed Alan's
jockstrap to my face and took a deep, long breath.  At first I thought I
was going to fall over backwards from the stench that swirled up my
nostrils but something else happened just at that moment.  My cock was
throbbing wildly within the confines of my jeans as if giving its
approval to my action.

I slid my hand down towards my crotch and squeezed my aching cock.  It
was rock hard and I could feel it oozing its juices.  I must have let
out a muffled moan as I pressed Alan's filthy jockstrap more firmly upon
my face and instinctively allowed my tongue to graze over the damp,
fetid material.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!  Alan!"  I whispered, totally absorbed in his funky aroma
that I didn't realise that the lockeroom had fallen completely silent
except for the faint echos of my huffing.  I didn't hear the heavy
footsteps of bare feet on the floor approaching.  I was too excited and
intoxicated with my best friend's stench and the burning desire to jack
off!

"Yeah!  Sniff that funky strap, jockboy!"  A deep, masculine voice
whispered.

I froze.  Scared yet excited at the same time.  I didn't dare open my
eyes to look at the man whose voice I recognized so well.  I was
probably more embarassed than anything else yet to my surprise, my cock
seemed to react to this invasion by throbbing all the more!

"Smell that stink, jockboy!  Smells fuckin' good, dosen't it?"

I nodded my head.  Prompted by the voice of my Coach I took another deep
whiff.  The pungent aroma seemed to swirl throughout my entire head and
I squeezed all the more harder on my cock.

"Fuckin' boned up too, aren't you, jockboy?"

Hearing him call me "jockboy" in a raspy voice only excited me more.
Opening my mouth I drew the filthy, stinking pouch into my mouth and
began to suck on the rancid material.

"That's it, jockboy!  Smell your buddy's stink and taste his slime!  Bet
he's dropped a couple of hot loads in there along with balls sweat and
piss!  Yeah!  Get high on his stink!  Suck on that fuckin' jockstrap."

I moaned with lust as I obeyed the voice of my coach and surrendered to
what I was feeling, yearning and craving.

Coach was right.  The stink was turning me on tremendously and the taste
filling my mouth I found delightful.

"I've had my eye on you, jockboy!"  Coach continued.  "I've seen you
checking out your buddies as they head towards the showers.  You fuckin'
like lookin' at your naked buddies, don't you?"

"Yes!"  I finally gasped, feeling my spit drool out of the corner of my
mouth.

I felt a finger graze my cheek wiping up my spit.

"Mmmmmm!  Fuckin' delicious jockboy spit!"  Coach moaned.  "Look at me,
jockboy!"

I opened my eyes.  Coach was leaning against a locker licking his
finger.  I gasped.  I had never seen him naked before, let alone with a
raging hardon that was leaking a thin thread of pre-cum which looked
like a line of a spider's web that attached itself to the floor.

Coach was all man in every aspect and detail.  A former Marine Drill
Instructor and the body that went along with it.  He had wavy brown hair
which now dripped with beads of water from his recent shower.  His
steely gray eyes appeared now to be glassed over.  Was he high or was he
just overcome, like myself, with lust?

His shoulders were broad and his chest was sculpted to perfection and
swirled with dark hair.  His upper body tapered down to a washboard
stomach and narrow waistline.  I could detect, from my vantage point,
the curve of a well mounded, firm ass.  His thighs were muscular.

My eyes engulfed him from head to toe in his nakedness in one full
sweep.  Clutching Alan's jockstrap in my hand I stared wide eyed at
Coach's thick, veiny. long and rigid cock.

"Fuckin' like what you see, jockboy?"

"Yes!"  I whispered.

"You don't look so bad yourself, jockboy, in your tight fittin' jeans
and muscle tank top!  Sure glad I happened upon you this afternoon."

I hung my head a little embarassed and wondered where this was all
heading.  Was I treading upon a path that I wasn't quite yet able to
tread?

"Take off your clothes, jockboy."

"Huh?"  I stammered.

"You heard me!  Get naked!"

"But what if Coach Stevens ..."

"He'd only watch us and beat off!  You don't have to worry about him,
jockboy!  Now take your clothes off!"

Mesmerized by this former Marine and seemingly hypnotized by his deep,
raspy voice, I stood up and throwing all thoughts aside began to strip.
Not quickly but rather slowly so as to give him the pleasure of seeing
me naked in a different light.

"Oh yeah!"  Coach moaned, as I pulled my tank top off and dropped it to
the floor.
"Nice and smooth."

I yanked my sneakers off and kicked them aside.  As I unzipped my jeans
and began tugging them down, I watched as Coach stroked his hard shaft.

"You like seein' a man play with his dick, jockboy?"

"Yes!"  I whispered, as I stepped out of my jeans and my own raging,
throbbing hardon, tented the front of my white briefs.

"You're fuckin' packin' a big one there, jockboy!  Whip it out, fucker!
Let that fuckin' piece of jockboy meat breathe!"

Grasping the waistband of my briefs I yanked the front down, freeing my
cock which bobbed up and down upon release and tucked the waistband
under my balls.

"You like what you see, Coach?"  I asked, in a rather bold and cocky
voice, lifting my hand, still clutching Alan's dirty jockstrap up to my
face and without taking my eyes off of him, taking another deep whiff.

"Yeah, jockboy!  Lookin' real invitin' there with your big, hard cock
leakin' juice and you fuckin' sniffin' on some stink!"

"Wanna huff some stink with me, Coach?"

"Fuck yeah!"

As he approached me, I bent down and picked up my sneaker and handed it
to him.

"Smell this first!" I said.

He grinned and took the sneaker from my hand.  Prying apart the laces
and yanking the sneaker's tongue forward he flashed me a lustful smile
and buried his face in my smelly sneaker huffing deeply while stroking
on his cock.

"Fuckin' stink, jockboy!"

It became obvious to me that Coach was turning on to the aroma of my
sneaker just as much as I was being turned on to the smell of Alan's
jockstrap.  Becoming more confident with each passing minute, I once
again bent down and picked up my other sneaker.

As my eyes left Coach for a split second, upon rising, another figure
loomed up into view.  Coach Stevens!

"Can I watch?"  he asked.

"What took you so fuckin' long, Stevens?"  Coach asked, still sniffing
my sneaker.

"Yeah!  Sure!"  I responded, as I watched the younger of the two men
yank the front of his gym shorts down and stroke his hefty piece of
meat.

"Why don't you show jockboy what you do best, Stevens?"

"Huh?"  I asked.

"You just do what ya wanna do, jockboy.  Trust me, he'll make ya feel
real good."

Coach Stevens approached me and dropped to his knees behind me.  I could
hear the thud as his knees crashed to the floor.  Next I felt my briefs
being slid down and a nose nudging into the crack of my ass.

"Yeah!  Fuckin' smell the jockboy's ass, Stevens!"  Coach snapped.
"How's it smell?"

"Ah man, Randalls!"  Coach Stevens gasped,  "the fuckin' kid's got a
stink ass!"

"That's jockboy to you, Stevens!"  Coach practically bellowed.

"Yes sir!"  Stevens responded.  "The jockboy's got a real stink ass,
Randalls!"

"Spread your legs, jockboy, so Stevens can get the stink he wants
better."

I spread my legs and thrust my ass back.

"Ah fuck!  Thank you, jockboy!"  Coach Stevens sighed.

"Smell his ass, Stevens!  Smell that jockboy buttstink!"

"Fuckin' took a dump after P.E. today, Coach Stevens," I moaned,
wiggling my ass onto his face, "it oughtta smell fuckin' ripe by now!"

"Shit yeah!"  Coach Stevens replied, as he sniffed my butthole deeply.
"Fuckin' smells like shit, jockboy!"

"So what ya got planned with that other sneaker, jockboy?  Coach asked.

As Coach Stevens worked his tongue into my shit chute, I looked up
lustily into Coach's glassy eyes.

"I want you to piss in it, Coach!"  I nearly hollered, as Coach Stevens
worked his tongue up my smelly asshole.

"Ya want me to fill your sneaker with fuckin' manpiss, jockboy?"

"Yes!"

Coach eased his big cock into my sneaker and before long I could hear
the sound of his piss splashing, then filling my sneaker with his piss.

"Fuckin' pissin' for ya, jockboy!"

Coach's yellow nectar filled my sneaker.  Overflowing, it ran down my
arm.  Before he could even finish pissing, I raised my sneaker up above
my head and let the contents rain down upon me.

I felt Coach's warm piss flow over my head and run down my back which,
as it ran down the crack of my ass, Coach Stevens slurped even more
hungrily then before.

Coach's piss continued to spew from his cock, splashing over my face as
I opened my mouth  and leaning forward, wrappred my lips around the
mushroom head of his cock and began gulping and swallowing his golden
nectar.

"Fuck yeah, jockboy!  Drink my fuckin' manpiss!"

Within moments I found myself bobbing my head up and down Coach's
pissing cock.  Drinking.  Sucking.  Giving pleasure to a man!

"Finger my shithole, jockboy!"  Coach roared.

As I sunk my finger up Coach's steamy asshole, I quivered at the tongue
lashing my own asshole was receiving from Coach Stevens.  Here I was
sandwiched between two beefy men giving and receiving pleasure.  I
couldn't believe what was happening to me.  All the while I clutched
onto Alan's jockstrap as if drawing him into this chain of sexual
pleasure and frenzy, wondering if later tonight I would reveal to him
all that was taking place now.

"Dig up that hole, jockboy!  I know now what a nasty fucker you are!  I
know you want the same thing that Stevens wants!  My stinkin' shit!"

Coach's words drove me insane with perverse lust.  By now Coach Stevens
had his hands on my asscheeks spreading them wide and I could feel my
asshole flaring open to the demands of his grunts and probing tongue.

I sunk a second, then a third finger up Coach's hairy asshole as he
fucked my mouth with his big cock.

"Dig, jockboy, dig!  Find the fuckin' stink you want!

Was this what I ultimately wanted?  Were these the thoughts that went
tumbling through my mind when earlier in the day I first caught a whiff
of Alan's jockstrap and upon looking up, really took notice of his ass
and associated the two smells?  Jocktrap and ass.  Ass and jockstrap.

"You nasty fuck!"  Coach sighed, as I worked a fourth finger up his
asshole.  I could feel him bearing down and in doing so I could feel
something warm and gooey spreading over my fingers.

"Shit!"  I moand, pulling my sucking, slurping mouth off of Coach's
rigid cock.

"Found my slop haven't ya, jockboy?"

"Yes!"  I moaned, kissing his swaying balls.

"What ya find up my asshole, jockboy?  Tell me!"

"Your shit, Coach!  Your stinking shit!"

"You like that don't you, jockboy?"

"Yes, Coach!  I do!"

"I thought so, fucker!  And ya know what?"

"What, Coach?"

I was getting off on this filthy banter.  I had only heard this
conversation over and over in my fantasies as I pulled on my cock,
alone.

"Stevens here, loves to eat out my shitty ass!  Wanna watch him eat out
my filthy shithole?"

"Yes!"  I gasped, pulling my fingers out of Coach's ass and rubbing them
up and down his hairy crack.

I staggered upward and sat upon the bench as Coach swung around and bent
over exposing his puckerd hole to me smeared with shit.

I brought my fingers up to my nose and sniffed deeply the stink
deposited upon them from Coach's asshole as I watched Coach Stevens
slurp and suck on Coach's gaping, shitty hole.

"Yeah fucker!  Show jockboy how much you love shitty asshole, Stevens!
Eat my dirty, stinkin' ass!  Eat my shit!"

"Feed me, Randalls!  Feed me your fuckin' shit!"

"Ya want some shit, Stevens?"

"Yes!  Please!"

Coach glanced back at me, hungrily sniffing my dirty fingers and
furiously pounding away on my cock with Alan's jockstrap.

"Gonna fuckin' pump a load in your buddy's strap aren't you, jockboy?"

"Yeah!"  I gasped, my hand flying up and down my cock.

"Watch, jockboy!"

"Mmmmmm!"  Coach Stevens moaned, as he wrapped his lips around a knotty
turd emerging from Coach's asshole.

"Yeah!  Show the jockboy how you suck turd, motherfucker!"

"Fuck!"  Coach Stevens gasped, as his mouth filled more and more with a
brown, stinking log.

"Show him what you do with it, Stevens!"  Coach bellowed, as he pulled
himself up and fell against the lockers, his hand flying up and down his
rigid shaft.

Coach Stevens turned to face me.  Projecting from his mouth was Coach's
shit log.  He sucked it in and out of his mouth before he broke off a
piece and smeared his face with it while at the same time he began
chewing upon the turd in his mouth and swallowing it.  Every few seconds
he'd open his mouth wide so I could see Coach's filth in his mouth,
mashed up and staining his teeth and tongue.

"Yeah!  Eat my fuckin' shit!"  Coach hollered.

I could tell by the way the two men were pulling on their cocks that it
wouldn't be long before cum would be spewing out of their piss slits.

"Wanna see you shoot that fuckin' load, jockboy!"  Coach hissed.

I stood up pounding away at my cock.

"Open your fuckin' mouth, pig!"  I hollered, aiming my cock at Coach
Stevens' shit filled mouth.  "Gonna fuckin' pop my nut, pig!  Fuckin'
take it!"

"Yeah!  Feed the fuckin' shit pig, jockboy!"

I lunged forward and plunged my cum spewing cock into Coach Stevens'
shitty mouth, grabbing him by the back of the head and pumping my load
into his toilet mouth.

"Fuck!  Fuck!"  I yelled, my voice echoing in the empty lockeroom.  My
body trembled and convulsed as I felt Coach Stevens' shitty mouth clamp
firmly on my spitting cock.

"Yeah, jockboy!  Shoot that fuckiin' spooge!  Feed the motherfuckin'
pig!"  Coach hollerd, as he slammed his body back against the lockers
and let fly a thick rope of creamy cum which flew high into the air and
splattered on the row of lockers opposite him.

"Pop that nut, Coach!"  I encouraged, as I watched breathlessly for the
very first time, a man ejaculate.

Immediately thereafter, Coach Stevens made low gutteral noises and
gooey, smacking sounds issued from his mouth as his body tensed and his
wad of cum splattered against my leg.

"Cum!  Cum, you fuckin' pig!"  I hollered.

In the frenzy and subsiding moments after our ejaculations, my quaking
knees gave out from under me and I crashed to the floor only to be
caught up in the strong embrace of Coach Stevens' muscular arms.  For an
instant our eyes met.  I lowered my face towards his.  I sniffed his
sewer mouth and the next thing I knew  my mouth was upon his and
greedily we sucked on each other's tongues.

Chapter 2

I emerged from the lockeroom dazed and in a delightful stupor, the taste
of piss and shit still lingering in my mouth and the scent of asshole
still upon my fingers and its brown traces embedded under my
fingernails.

Slinging my backpack over my shoulder and every now and then raising my
fingers to my nose to cop a whiff, I raced on home.  Adding to the
moment's exitement was the fact that I had discarded my briefs in favor
of wearing Alan's filthy jockstrap!

"Hey Dad!"  I practically squeeled, as I burst through the front door
and nearly tackled him down.

"Joel!  Joel!  What's got you all tanked up?"  Dad said laughing,
catching both his and my balance.

"Uh ... nothin', Dad!  Just had a great day at school today.  Learned
somethin' new and exciting today.  That's all!"

"Sure looks like it, son!"  Dad quirked, looking at me somewhat puzzled.
"Oh by the way ..."

"Yeah, Dad?"  I asked, rumaging through the refrigerator for something
to snack on.

"Alan called."

"Great!  He's spending the night.  That is okay with you, huh Dad?"

"Of course it is, Joel.  You know Alan is always welcome here anytime.
We'll order pizza for the three of us.  That sound good to you?"

"Terrefic!  Alan and I love pizza."

I bolted up the stairs for my room.  I couldn't wait to smell Alan's
funky strap again and jack off thinking about what had just happened
between me, Coach and Coach Stevens.

I tore out of my clothes and flung myself upon my bed and once more
pressed Alan's filthy jockstrap to my face.

"Joel.  I thought I'd ..."

The door swung open.  There stood Dad framing the doorway and there was
I, buck assed naked on my bed with a raging hardon, my had wrapped
around my cock and Alan's grundgy jockstrap draped over my face.  I
bolted upright.

"Didn't mean to interrupt you, son!"

"Dad!"

"Yes, Joel?"

"Don't leave!"

"I think you need your privacy right now, son."

Dad turned to leave.

"No, Dad!  I don't need my privacy right now."

"Huh?"

"I need you, Dad!  Now!  Please?"

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