Date: Thu, 29 Nov 2001 10:53:49 +0000
From: steve kafe <kafe35@hotmail.com>
Subject: WANTING MORE RAUNCH, Part 2

Disclaimer:

The following story contains graphic sexual situations between consenting
gay males involving raunch, scat and ws.  If this type of subject matter
offends you or you are under 18 years of old, STOP HERE.  Otherwise get off
on it guys.



WANTING MORE RAUNCH, Part 2
By Steve

Among the out-buildings on the ranch was a stable.  For a while in the late
1980's, the former owner bred horses, but after a decade of not making much
money from it, he lost interest.  However, he kept the stable standing.  It
was a large, wooden, barn-like construction containing 20 horse stalls, ten
on each side with a wide runway cutting through the centre.  The floor was
concrete with drain holes and an upright hose pipe positioned in each
stall, presumably to make cleaning easy.  Each stall measured about 10'
wide X 15' long and was separated from the adjoining stall by 5' high
concrete partitions on either side.  There was a hayloft at the top of the
stable, still packed with bales of straw and burlap bags of horse feed.
Saddles, bridles, brushes, harnesses, boots, ropes and lengths of wide
leather straps hung from the walls. I couldn't decide whether it looked
like something out of a Western film or a leather bar I used to frequent on
12th Ave. in NYC.  Whatever, I figured it held some hot possibilities.

With a little ingenuity and 8 wide leather straps I managed to construct a
makeshift sling in one of the horse stalls.  Secured into the upright
concrete partitions, I suspended it about 3 feet from the concrete floor.
I attached ropes from the wooden beams overhead to the outside edges of the
sling, so I would be able to grip onto something when Mark fucked the shit
out of me.  Yeah, that was the idea.  Me in the sling and Mark ramming his
thick dick up my sweaty, shit- packed asshole.  When I stood back and
admired my handiwork I got an instant boner just imagining how fucking hot
my meeting with Mark was going to be.

By Thursday afternoon, I stank real good; manly and extremely pungent.
Good, honest manstink. I hadn't showered since arriving on Saturday.  My
cock was real cheesy and stinking from a combination of dried cum, stale
piss and shit residue that had been accumulating under my heavy foreskin
for the last 5 days.  My jock pouch, which contained my rank stinking
dickmeat, was yellow with piss and cum stains and the straps at the back
were thick with shit slop.  My pits were fucking ripe and oozing sweat.  My
ass was damp, hairy, tangy and very hungry. I completed my 'outfit' with a
pair of stinking sweat socks and leather biker boots.  Good for working up
a mean cheesy foot stink.  And that was it.  Grungy jock and sweaty biker
boots.  I was feeling raunchy and looking the part. Mark would have no
doubt what was on my mind.  He said he'd try to arrive by 5pm and sure as
fucking hell, he did.  I like men I can rely on.

As he got out of his pick-up I sprang wood.  He was wearing loose shorts
made out of sweat pants material.  The kind that really absorbs a man's
stink.  They don't call them fucking 'sweat pants' for nothing. His feet
were enclosed in a pair of trainers without socks and he was wearing one of
those tee shirts without sleeves.  You know the type. Just thin straps over
the shoulders and a scoop neck.  Showed off his bushy, hairy pits and manly
chest fur.  Fuck man, I thought, this is my wet-dream come true.  This is
the fucking man-stud I used to jerk off to when I was a teenager.  This is
my best friend's dad.  This is the man I beat my meat to after I watched
him, shirtless, mow his lawn on a July day, as his son and I - both 16
years old - swam in his back- yard pool.  This is the man of my fucking
dirty fantasies - dark, sweaty, hairy and fucking manly.  Except now, it
ain't no fucking fantasy and I'm no kid anymore.  I'm gonna get so dirty
with this man I'll be tasting him for weeks to come, I thought.

I walked over to Mark and he pulled me into his hot, sweaty, hairy chest.
He kissed me long and hard grinding his pelvis into mine, while I felt his
tongue explore my mouth.  I rubbed my hands up and down his wet, sticky
back, finally settling them on his ass cheeks, groping them through his
shorts.  I inserted my hands inside and felt the elastic waistband of a
jockstrap.  Fuck, I thought, this man knows what I like. For his part, Mark
inserted his finger inside my steamy rectum as he humped his crotch against
mine.  He pulled out his finger, looked at the brown residue on it, then
sniffed it.

'Smells real ripe, buddy,' he said.  'Feels real packed up there, too'.

'I haven't shit since yesterday, bud.  Been saving it for later', I said
cryptically.

'Sounds fucking hot to me', Mark replied.

'So show me around', he said.

I gave him a quick tour of the place, which ended in the stable.  I had
packed an ice cooler with beer and left it there, along with some poppers
and grass. Opening up a brew I gave it to him and asked Mark if he wanted
to hit up on a joint with me.

'Sure, buddy', he replied, and I lit one up.

As we were exchanging the joint, I walked him over to the stall where I had
set up the sling and asked him what he thought.

'Fucking hot, pal.  Do we both get turns sitting in it?'  He asked.

'Whatever you want, bud' I replied.

We sat on a couple of hay bales I had thrown down from the loft above and
passed the joint between us, getting higher and higher while taking swigs
from our beer cans.
  Mark sat opened legged, rubbing his crotch through his shorts.  I sat
opposite him and did the same, as the air in the stable became hot and
thick.  I got up and went over to him and raised his arm over his head and
buried my face into his stinking, ripe, hairy pit.  I sucked and lapped on
his rank pit hairs as he held my face there. I took in deep breaths of his
sweat and pit grime. At the same time I pinched and twisted his hard
nipples.  Mark groaned and rubbed his hand up and down my sweaty back then
rubbed my sweat onto his good-looking face.

Mark stood up and I walked behind him before sinking to my knees and
pressing my nose into his sweat-shorts.  I ran it up and down the crack of
his ass, inhaling his sweat and butt raunch through the damp, loose
material.  I could smell days worth of manstink stuck to his shorts and I
began to suck on the fabric, drawing out his slimly ass juices.

By now we were both flying from the weed and Mark said he wanted to bring
in his 'surprises'.  He went out to his truck and returned with a gym bag
and what looked like a stool.  When he placed the stool down on the
concrete floor in front of me I could see it was a makeshift rim chair - a
short-legged stool from which he had removed the wooden top and replaced
with a toilet seat.  It was just the right height for a butt-sniffer to
crawl under and get his tongue stuck deep inside the ass of the stud
sitting above.  I looked at Mark and the biggest shit-eating grin carved
itself into my face.

Mark registered my delight and said, 'That's only for starters, pal.'

Then he opened his gym bag and pulled out an assortment of dildos of
various lengths and thickness along with his collection of rank and ripe
stinking boots and sneakers, tit clamps and an enema kit.  I dropped to my
knees instantly and pushed my face into his old dirty workboots - the ones
he was wearing when I fucked him in the roadside shithouse.  Fuck they
stank even riper now.  While I was on my knees with my ass in the air,
eating the stink from Mark's boot, he came up from behind me and inserted a
finger into my sweaty, ripe shithole.  Then two fingers, then three.  I
moaned and bucked my hairy, shit-stinking ass toward him.  I felt him
remove his fingers and heard him sniff their pungent stink.  I heard him
lick them, too.  I could only imagine how brown and shit-covered they were.

He played with my funky, brown asslips for a while then replaced his
fingers with a 4'' buttplug with a big, flat base.  He slid it right up my
shit-packed chute; and my hungry fuck-hole swallowed that rubber cock to
the very end.  Fuck it felt good.  I squeezed my butt muscles around that
fuck-plug and could only anticipate what else Mark planned to shove up my
manhole in the time we would be spending together.

'How about crawling under that stool, buddy and giving my hole a good
rimming. I know you're partial to dirty manbutt.  And mine stinks real
good', Mark said.

Without further encouragement I slid under the chair and positioned my face
in the center of the toilet seat and waited for Mark to rest his meaty,
furry ass cheeks down.  I looked up through the hole and saw him lower his
hot ass - framed by the straps of his shit-stained jock - onto my face, as
he stretched his hairy legs out to either side and placed his hands behind
his head.  It was so fucking hot looking straight up into this stud's
fuckhole, knowing and smelling how ripe it was. Mark obviously hadn't
showered for probably as long as me.  His stinking, hairy pighole stank
like a man's shitter ought too. Ripe and fucking pungent.

First I pulled apart his damp, steamy, hair-matted trench and shoved my
nose up his shithole breathing in his ripe, stinky, man-raunch. I heard
Mark open a can of beer while he was sitting on the rimseat and he started
to wiggle his ass into my hungry face. I brought my hands from under the
seat and placed them on his thick, hairy thighs feeling the sweat dripping
off them.  Then I squeezed his meaty, thick cock that was sticking out the
side of his rank jock. I dug my tongue deep into his hairy, shit-matted
fuckhole, savouring its pungent, manly stink.  I licked and sucked on his
sloppy, shit-stained ass lips like a fucking hungry dog.  Slurping and
lapping.  Pulling his fuck-trench apart and smearing his butt raunch across
my 'stache and goatee.  Fucking his shithole with my nose. Breathing in his
stink.  I sucked on the shit covered straps, where they met at the back of
his jock pouch, coating my tongue with the taste of his damp, stale, shit.
I pulled the straps together into his hairy crack, flossing his trench with
them and coating them even more with Mark's rich and ripe butt-slop.

Above me, I imagined Mark sitting there with his lips pouted out as he
drooled beer down his big, hairy man-pecs then trickled it onto his thick
dick. I imagined he was consumed in the slow hand-job he was giving
himself.  I heard him moan and say,

'You're doing fine, buddy, Just keep eating my buttslop.  Get your fucking
pig-tongue up my brown-coated shitter and rim my hairy, stinking hole out
real good.  Taste what I shit from that hole, cause I know you fucking love
it, pig.'

I went wild with raunch lust just hearing Mark's filthy words, knowing he
knew everything about my scat fantasies. I pulled apart his hairy, sweaty
mancrack and sucked like a pig on his wet, brown ass-lips.  With my nose
pressed into his sweaty, hairy asscrack I breathed in the stink coming from
the dried, inch-thick shit-smear that colored his trench brown.  My 'stache
rubbed and tickled Mark's man-crack and my tongue probed his dirty hole.  I
tasted specks of dried shit and fantasised about the 'fresher' stuff,
packed deep inside his shit chute. It was so fucking hot.  Mark was
completely, fucking, comfortable with me tongue-fucking his shitty manhole
and that got me off even more.  I also knew that he knew how much I wanted
to tongue his turds.

After about 10 minutes of asshole-munching his hairy, steaming pig-hole,
Mark said,

'Hey pal, I gotta piss real bad.  This beer's going straight through me.
Mind if I just do it here?'

I managed to pull my face away from Mark's stink-hole long enough to say,

'Fucking hose me down with your beer piss, man. I want you to fucking soak
me, buddy.'

By now my own meat was swollen to its full 8'' and sticking out the side of
my yellow and brown-stained, jock pouch.  My hairy, thick legs and crotch
were stretched out from under the rimseat and Mark had a good aim at my
furry, hard stomach and everything below it. I began to finger my long,
drippy, cheesy, foreskin and stretched it open for Mark to piss into.

'Yeah pig, gonna piss straight into that ripe, stinking, cheese-packed hood
of yours', Mark growled.

Saying that, he then let go a stream of beer piss from his fuck-pole.  The
thick, yellow piss fell onto my hairy stomach, then as Mark adjusted his
aim, his piss worked its way directly into my stretched, open, foreskin,
mixing his beer-piss with its cheesy, stinking contents.  He soaked my jock
pouch then poured a torrent of piss straight into the wide opening of one
of my biker boots.  I felt my ripe sweat sock getting soaked from Mark's
piss as he continued to fill my boot with his beer juice.  Fuck, I was in
raunch heaven.  Feeling Mark's warm piss flood my cheesy foreskin, my
pouch, my furry stomach and now my fucking boot.  It was too fucking much.
My scat fantasies went wild inside my head as Mark drenched me in his piss.
All I wanted then and there was to see and feel Mark dump his packed
shit-gut over my hard hairy nipples and grind his steaming brown turds into
my big, pumped up pecs. But that was not to happen.  At least not for the
time being.

As Mark's piss slowed to a drip, he said,

'Hey pal, get up from the floor and let me taste my butt raunch off your
tongue'.

I crawled out from under the rim-seat, squeesing my butt muscles around the
rubber cock-plug buried in my shit packed pighole, and stood up next to
Mark.  Fuck he was so hot-looking, standing there in just a shit stained
jockstrap and his sweaty trainers.  He had long since discarded his shorts
and tee shirt.  He pulled me into his hairy, sweaty body and stuck his
tongue straight into my butt-slopped mouth.  He pulled our two stiff cocks
alongside each other and started to slow-jack them both as his tongue
licked his butt raunch off my brown-smeared lips. I rubbed my piss soaked,
hairy body against his and fingered the hole I had just been eating out.
Mark pulled out the plug from my shithole.  He brought it under our noses
and we both sniffed the shit-streaked plug.  He lifted up my arm and wiped
the skid marks from the plug into my stinking pit hairs then rubbed his
beard into my rank, stinking matted, underarm.  I kissed him long and
dirty.

We took turns eating out each other's stinking arm pits.  We sniffed them
out and coated our tongues with one another's sweat raunch.  The taste was
bitter and strong yet neither of us could get enough. We rubbed our beards
into the wet, stinking, bushy pits then licked each other's hairy chins,
tasting the acrid pit-slop that cling to our goatees.

Mark bent down and picked up a pair of tit clamps. They were joined
together by a thin chain.  He rubbed and kneaded my pumped-up hairy pecs,
pinching and twisting them between his fingers. Then he attached the clamps
to my 1/4'' swollen pig-nipples. How Mark knew I fucking loved tit-play was
yet another hot surprise.  Sometimes I can cream my jock just pulling and
twisting on my hard, fat nipples without even touching my dripping dick.
My nipples are fucking sensitive and the harder they're twisted the better
I like it.  We stood facing each other and Mark tugged on the chain,
increasing the tension of the clamps.  I just closed my eyes and
surrendered to his tit-torture.

Next he eased me into the sling and helped me position myself.  My ass was
comfortably placed on top of the leather straps and I bent my legs at the
knees, resting my booted feet on the edge of the sling.  I gripped the
upright ropes for support and felt ready for whatever Mark had in mind.

First he bent forward into me and began kissing my mouth.  Then he
continued with a long, slow tongue wash of my entire hairy, piss and
sweat-soaked body.  He removed one of the clamps and sucked and bit my
nipple, latheing it with his tongue.  He worked his way down my hairy
stomach, lapping and slurping my bitter man-stink and tongue-fucked my
belly-button.  My navel by this point was filled with sweat and piss and
Mark just sucked it out with his suction mouth.

My big, stiff, cock was swollen to its full 8 inches and I knew Mark was
craving its cheesy coating.  During our phone sex a few days before, he
told me how much of a head-cheese pig he was.  The smegma feast that I had
been building up for him over the last 5 days I knew would not disappoint.
And it was even riper and crudier now that he had pissed into my rank,
headcheese-stinking hood.

Mark took my dripping, cheese-stinking cock in his hands and pulled wide
open the heavy, cheesy skin that hooded my deep red knob.  He pouted his
lips, grunted and oinked, then pressed my thick, skin-snout against his
snot-hole, and breathed in deeply my ripest manstink.  Greedily his mouth
opened wide and his tongue reached out to explore the dark, internal,
recesses of my stinking, unwashed cockmeat hood.  With little effort Mark
pushed my veiny dick a few inches further into his mouth; the fat folds of
damp smelly skin retracting backwards and falling on his lips while my
bulbous knob filled his wet mouth-hole.  Mark tongued around the head,
eating great hunks of wet, smooth headcheese.  I slowing fucked his lips
with my big knob-end, feeding Mark my dank cheese-meal.

While Mark feasted on my rank, pig-cheese I tugged at the tit-clamp chain
and stretched my pig nipples even longer.  I slid forward ever so slightly,
settling the depth of my crotch directly under Mark's nose.  He inhaled
like a bloodhound, taking in my rank, sweaty shit-hole stink, which coated
the deep swath of hair between my thighs.  I knew Mark was in the perfect
position to smell my wet, ripe ass trench as he pigged out on my piss
marinated headcheese.  Mark's throat worked like a pump, sucking the smeg
from my cockmeat, shoving his pig tongue into my piss hole and rubbing
pieces of cheese over his 'stache.  His tongue wound its way to my ball
sack.

'That's it, buddy', I said.

Mark then went lower with his tongue and sucked my musky, piss-soaked nuts
into his mouth

'Eat the stink and ass-crud stuck to my hairy balls, Pal, there's at least
a good week's worth of turd-residue down there for you, pig.'

Mark's tongue nestled into my sweaty, odorous ball sack sucking and pulling
on my wiry pubes.  I watched him slurping on my big, hairy nuts as he
sniffed the wealth of stink coming up from my shitty ass crack.  I pulled
my thighs apart even wider so that Mark's tongue could make into way into
my damp, dank butt hole.  He interrupted his pig feast just long enough to
open the poppers and take a deep hit, filling both snot-holes with a rush
of amyl.  He passed the bottle to me and I shoved the opening up my nose
and breathed in deep.  We were both fucking flying with raunch and manstink
lust.

Mark tilted back my legs and pressed his face into my shit-stinking,
steaming mantrench, lapping at the forest of hair that covers my crack and
tasting its ripe coating of butt slime and dried shit.  He combed my ass
hairs with his teeth.  Running his mouth up and down my crack darting his
tongue into my stretched, brown-dripping hole, breathing in my rank ass and
shit stink.  He pulled back and stood up gazing at me lying in the sling,
legs pulled up to my chin with my stretched fuck-hole begging to be fed by
a horse-sized dick.

'Fucking hot, buddy', was all he said.

I looked at him and saw his 'stache covered with traces of my cockcheese
and wet, dripping ass-sludge.

Then he proceeded to remove my biker boots.  First the one he hadn't pissed
into.  He pulled it off and immediately buried his face into it, taking in
its cheesy foot raunch.  He inhaled its stink a good few minutes then threw
it on the floor and next attacked my sweaty, socked foot.  Mark sucked on
my damp stinking sock, running his tongue up and down the sole of my foot
breathing in my reeking, cheesey foot odors.  He pulled off my sweat sock
and shoved it under his nose.  He pushed his finger into the smelly fabric
and pushed it into his nostril.  Mark managed to push some of my sock
straight into his snot-hole all the while pulling on his thick dick and
inhaling my foot stink and toe-jam.

Mark was in fucking foot raunch heaven by now but clearly had been saving
the best till last.  My other boot was still filled with Mark's piss so he
carefully removed it.  There was a suction sound when it was finally
detached itself from my foot.  Mark stuck his nose into the piss-filled
boot and began licking the inside edges of it.  He was savouring the rank
beer piss and foot stink that was wafting its way out of the opening.  He
tilted the boot to his lips and drank some of its piss contents.  I nearly
fucking creamed watching this hot, dark, raunch-stud drink his piss from my
ripe, pungent biker boot. Mark then tipped the remaining beer urine over
his sweaty, furry chest and hard, hairy belly and onto his stinking jock
pouch.  His cock was so fucking hard and beautiful from the scene he was
performing for me that I fucking desired this man all the more.

Mark stepped out of his piss soaked jock and handed it to me, along with
the bottle of poppers.

'Something suck and sniff, pal', he said.

I took a hit of poppers and gave them back to Mark, then fell into a fit of
raunch lust. Like a hungry dog, I sucked Mark's rank smelling, crusty pouch
into my mouth, slurping and lapping at what I knew to be Mark's cock, balls
and asshole sweat-grunge.  The robust flavor that filled my mouth was just
as strong and heady as the stench that filled my nostrils.
  I fantasised that perhaps weeks or months of Mark's ball sweat, oozing
cock juices and shit stains now filled my mouth.  I was in
jock-stink-heaven, beating my meat and fingering my dirty hole with Marks'
pungent, pissed soaked pouch in my mouth.  I was oblivious to everything
around me except for the stink taste in my mouth and the stink aroma
swirling up my nostrils.  To intensify my lust, I shoved a finger up my
asshole and coated it good with shit, then shoved it up my nose, mixing my
stink with the piss and shit smells of Mark's jock.

Mark's mouth sucking on my piss soaked foot brought me back from my private
reverie.  I watched him run his tongue over the drenched sock that still
covered my foot and saw him stick all 5 of my sock-encased toes into his
mouth.  He was sucking out the piss from the sock and inhaling my cheesy
foot stink.  He pulled off my sock and pulled it over his rock hard cock
like a big floppy rubber, then began running his tongue between each of my
toes.  Mark was devouring the cheesy toe jam that had formed from days of
sweat.  He coated his tongue with my rank foot raunch and rubbed the sole
of my stinking foot across his face marking his beard with my foot slop.
He shoved my big toe up his nose and breathed in heavily its cheesy aroma.
Then Mark shoved it into his mouth and sucked it like a hungry baby would a
tit. I watched him do this for a good 5 minutes as I slowly stroked my
swollen, dripping dickmeat.

Then Mark bent down, unlaced his trainers, and removed them.  He picked one
up and brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply.  Next he walked round to
the side of the sling, while breathing in the foot raunch from his trainer
and stood alongside my face with his big fat dick sticking straight out,
still encased in my stinking piss-sock.  He placed his sweaty, rank trainer
over my nose and I inhaled deeply the months and years of built-up, manly
foot stink.  I lapped at the sweaty, damp inner-sole and tried to stick my
tongue down to the very end where his toe jam would have been deposited.  I
held Marks' trainer to my nose and took in great big whiffs of his
manstink.  I was getting even higher than I already was from the weed and
poppers.  I moved his trainer over my dripping stinking cockmeat and rubbed
it up and down my swollen cheesy dick.

I pulled Mark closer to my face and slipped his sock-encased cock into my
mouth, tasting the piss that clung to it, along with my own foot raunch.  I
stuffed his cock deep into my mouth and chewed on the sock, sucking out its
ripe juices.  Mark began to pump my face slowly.  I felt his cock sliding
back and forth under the wet sock and I wrapped my arm around his waist
pulling him even closer.

I inserted my finger into his damp, stinky shit-hole and as I was
finger-fucking his ass fudge I suddenly felt the sock in my mouth becoming
warmer and wetter.  I could feel the movement of liquid between the weave
of the material.  Fuck, yes, I thought.  Mark's pissing in my mouth.  I was
finally getting a taste of his dick juice directly from the hose.  And what
a fucking taste it was!  It was strong and thick and I wanted it all. I
pulled away for a split second and pulled off the sock from Mark's cock and
shoved my mouth back over the head of his stinking prick to drink, but not
before his warm piss stream splashed my face and furry chest.
  I lodged his streaming dick deep in my throat and felt the warm sensation
of his piss spread across my tonsils and slide down my thirsty neck.  The
suction of my throat pulled his hairy hose deep into my stretched throat as
I drank the hot yellow stud-beer directly from Mark's stinking tap into my
wanting belly.  All the while Mark tugged on the chain of my tit-clamps
sending me into delirious highs of raunch lust.  When his stream stopped I
pulled my face off his dripping cock and Mark instantly bent forward and
deep kissed my piss soaked mouth.  He managed to suck out some of his piss
as he caressed my face and head with his hand.  Our tongues tasted of piss,
cheese, shit and foot slop. I could have sucked on his filthy tongue all
day.

'Buddy where have you fucking been all my life?' he asked me.  'You are
some hot raunch man'.

Mark passed me a beer and as I laid back in the sling drinking it, he went
over to his bag and pulled out a 12'' x 7'' rubber dildo.  He stood at the
end of the sling and started rubbing it up and down my chest and
stomach. When he ran it across my lips, my tongue darted out to lick it.

'Think you can take this, pal? Mark asked me.

'Only one way to find out, buddy', I replied, 'though my ass is pretty
packed with shit.  Like I said earlier, I haven't dumped since yesterday
morning. There might be some resistance, man'.

Mark's handsome face broke into a dirty smile, as he greased one end of the
rubber cock.

'Seems to me we need a little more manstink in here, pal. Does it stink
dirty enough in here for you?' he asked.

'Could always do with more stink', I said.

'Exactly the way I feel', he replied.

Mark began to tease my wet, dirty butthole with the tip of the dildo.  I,
in turn, spread my hairy thighs wider and took a hit of poppers.  My steamy
raunch-hole was already stretched from the plug Mark had buried up there
earlier so it wasn't real difficult to insert the rubber dick.  The massive
flesh-colored dongmeat pushed against my swollen asslips which sucked it in
like a willing cocksucker's hungry mouth, engulfing the rubber dickpole's
obscene, bulbous knobhead.  I began to feel cramped and knew Mark was
pushing against my packed manlogs.
  He felt the resistance and went more gently. When my butt had swallowed
about 8'' of fuckpole, Mark began a slow rhythmic fucking motion, moving
the dildo in and out of my dirty fudge packed rectum.

'Yeah, slide that fat dongmeat straight into my stinking manlogs', I
growled to Mark, as my plugged hole slurped on the rubber cock.

Mark would almost pull it out, then shove it back in.  The horse stall we
were fucking in began to take on the heady and distinct smell of man-shit.
My man shit. As Mark eased the rubber meat nearly out of my asshole, I
could see how slick and turd coated it was with my brown butt- raunch.

Mark continued to rape my shit-dripping butt with that horse dick of a
dildo as my head swayed from side to side.  Then he handed me one of his
dirty sneakers from his 'bag of tricks' as he plowed my shitter with the
rubber dongmeat.  I inhaled Mark's stinking foot raunch from his sneaker
while I lapped my tongue up and down the inner-sole, sucking in his stale
foot juices and sweat.

All of a sudden, Mark pulled the rubber fuckpole from my sloppy, shit
dripping raunchhole and brought it to my nose.  I looked at the obscene
fuck-tube, brown and pasty with my ass slime and shit.  Then I inhaled
deeply its pungent and ripe manly stink.

'Rub it over my hairy pecs, buddy', I instructed Mark.  'Cover my swollen
nipples and pumped- up man-tits with my stinking, messy shit.  Mat down my
chest fur with my pasty asslime.'

Mark rubbed the filthy, stinking dongmeat up and down my chest cleavage,
streaking my hairy pecs and stomach with skid marks.  The air in the stall
became awesomely manly and foul.  Both of us breathed the pungent stench
deep into our lungs.

'You know, pal, he said, 'I've always wanted to fuck a guy while he shits.
Think you can do that, buddy?'

'Shove that thick dick of yours up my shitter bud, and I'll show you', I
replied.

Mark left the rubber fuck-pole lying in my chest cleavage, its ripe shit
stink filling my nostrils as he inserted his massive cock into my turd
packed butthole.  He thrusted in and out, in and out, in and out, each time
pulling his dick all the way out then slamming it back into my dripping,
stinking, gaping fuckhole.  I saw how shit-coated Mark's thick cock and
hairy balls were and I started to beat my dickmeat.  The sight of this
fucking hot stud being so uninhibitedly natural and excited by the
stink-sex we were having, completely blew my mind.

'I'm gonna dump, man', I hollered.

Mark withdrew his fuckmeat and I let my bowels discharge their stinking,
manly contents.  One, two, three turds shot out my raunchhole in rapid
succession and landed on the concrete floor in front of Mark. Each firm and
about 8'' long. Quickly he pushed his shit-covered cock back into my
steaming rectum and plugged me few more times until I began to release the
softer shit that was lodged further up my intestine.  This time Mark left
his stinking fuckpole inside my shitchute as my loose logs oozed out the
sides of my gaping fuck-hole and into Mark's wiry crotch and down the sides
of my hairy thighs.  I was actually shitting on Mark's cock as he continued
to fuck my turd-evacuating asshole.

Mark shouted, 'This is so fucking hot and dirty, I can't last much longer.
I'm gonna cum, buddy.  I'm gonna cum.'

As I watched Mark close his eyes and pound his meat inside my stinking,
shit-dripping manhole, I scooped some of my loose, rank-smelling manlogs
from my thighs and rubbed it onto my swollen, about-to-burst dickmeat and
some into my lust-flaring nostrils. The stink I was smelling through my
nose and throughout the stall was overwhelmingly strong and ripe.  Shit,
piss, foot raunch and man sweat filled the air.  Both of us were close to
the point of no- return.

'FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKKKK,' Mark shouted as he shot his load up my shitter.  He
convulsed and bucked his cock into my ass as my sphincter muscles milked
his exploding fuckpole.  He pulled out of my hole and as his shit-brown
cock continued to spew its white cream he aimed it at my mouth.  He shot
his fuck-juice so far up my body I managed to catch gobs of it right on my
tongue.  It tasted warm, silky and tinged with shit.  Tasting his man-
cream was all I needed.  I brought myself off with my hand and experienced
the most powerful and intense orgasm of my life.  I was writhing and
bucking up and down on the sling, shooting load after load of cock-juice
onto my belly, my pecs and as high as my face.
  The fucking man- juice wouldn't stop cumming out of both our dicks.

Mark collapsed on top of me, his still hard, shit-covered dick, pressing
itself against mine.  The side of his face sank into a pool of cum that had
collected in my shit-smeared pec cleavage.  I began to feel his tongue
lapping at the cock-juice and shit and he continued licking his way up my
neck until our faces met and our tongues darted into each other's open
mouth.  Mark sucked out the cum that he had shot into my mouth and I in
turn licked off my spunk and shit from his tongue that he had sucked off my
pecs.  We stayed lying like that for a few minutes as our breathing
gradually relaxed, both rubbing each other's sweat and shit streaked bodies
and inhaling the manraunch stink that surrounded us. Eventually, Mark
lifted himself off me and said,

'Maybe we should hose each other down, buddy and get ready for round two.
Waddaya say, pal?'

'That all depends on what you intend to hose me down with, bud,' I replied.

Mark smiled a wicked grin and winked.


To be continued...

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