Date: Fri, 01 Feb 2002 00:17:25 +0000
From: steve kafe <kafe35@hotmail.com>
Subject: Wanting More Raunch, Part 3

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 old, STOP HERE.  Otherwise get off on
it guys


WANTING MORE, PART 3, CONCLUSION

By Steve


There I was, splayed out in the sling, shit smeared and sweaty, like a truly
satisfied raunch-pig; thinking what new depths of filth and stink can Mark
and I get up to before our reeking pig-fest comes to an end.  I watched him
crack open a couple of beers and hand me one.

'We wanna fill our bladders, buddy, so drink up', he said, with a plan in
his voice.

Mark looked so fucking hot and manly I thought, knocking back a brew, his
furry pumped-up chest matted with sweat.  His entire hair-matted crotch
area, including his swinging, thick dickmeat and upper thighs were plastered
in my stinking, dripping pig-shit.  He saw me staring, and this prompted the
exhibitionist in him to run his big hairy hands over his shit covered
pig-balls and up his furry belly, grinding my clinging shit nuggets into his
fucking hairy torso.  He was shit-painting himself and he knew I was getting
off on the dirty, pig scat scene he was performing just for me.

Swigging back the can, Mark filled his mouth with beer then came 'round to
the side of the sling and pressed his wet, foreskin-sucking mouth against
mine and let the brew flow from his mouth-hole into my open suck-pit.  Back
and forth we exchanged beer and spit until it overflowed and dripped down
our goateed chins.   He took another swig of beer and held my bristled
cheeks between his strong, shit-streaked hands then dribbled the contents of
his hot mouth all over my face before plunging his nasty tongue deep down my
cock-sucking throat.  Fuck, Mark's a great kisser, I thought.  In fact
there's nothing second-rate about this dirty, stink-loving, raunch-stud.  As
he drilled my mouth with his tongue he pulled and tugged on my brown,
shit-caked, eraser-like nipples. I could feel my stinking, turd-coated
dongmeat coming alive again, just as Mark pulled himself away and smiled at
me.

'Gotta get some weed', he said.

>From my reclining vantage point in the sling I watched Mark walk over to the
hay bales we had been sitting on earlier and pick up one of the half dozen
joints I rolled before he arrived.  As I scoped his furry, muscled ass and
powerful shoulders I recalled how ripe and sweaty his hair-matted,
creamy-shit-trench and slimy ass-lips tasted when I pigged out on them about
an hour and a half ago.  Before arriving today Mark hadn't wiped his ass
crack in over a week, so it was rich and caked in shit-berry-pickings. When
I was combing his turd-clinging ass hairs with my teeth and shoving my
tongue deep into his shit-packed, turd chute, I was fantasising how much I
wanted to lick one of his thick, knobbly, greasy man-logs as it pushed its
way out of his stinking, fart-producing shit-hole.  I wasn't at all sure how
far Mark was prepared to go in terms of shit-sex but what the fuck, no harm
in fantasising I thought.

I watched Mark spark up a joint then walk back to the sling.  Fuck he was
one hot man.  Nicely defined body, hairy and good-looking.  And he stank
like a fucking raunch-pig ought too - like ripe manshit.  The stench coming
off his shit smeared body was powerful and manly. He handed me the
brown-streaked joint; I inhaled deeply and we passed it back and forth,
taking long hard draws on it.  It too, was pretty fucking powerful.  Three
tokes and I was flying.  Flying and up for anything dirty.

When we finished smoking the joint Mark bent down and scooped up a hand-full
of my stinking, loose, shit-droppings that I deposited onto the concrete
floor earlier while he was fucking my dumphole.  I noticed though, that he
left behind the three, long, firm turd logs I had shit out as well. He came
back and stood beside me and brought the still-warm, brown, mushy, shit
sludge to my pig-snout and I inhaled my turd-dump-stink deep into my lungs.
Fuck, my shit-pile stank real nasty, making my fuck-pole stand to attention.
Mark had a raunch-crazed look on his handsome, sweaty, face that told me
there was no turning back now and that maybe my fantasies were about to come
true.  He brought the hand-held, dump pile to his face and began smearing
the foul, stinking, runny, man waste into his goatee then across his hairy,
pumped-up pecs.  He scooped up another hand full of my noxious raunch-filth
and lifted my right arm over my head and rubbed the rotting shit into my
sweat-stinking, hair-matted, pig-pit. Then he shit plastered my left pit.  I
felt Mark's nose press itself into my bushy, underarm shit-forest and
breathe in my rancid, slimy bowel raunch.   When Mark finally pulled his
pig-snout away from my raunchy hair-pit his entire nose and 'stache were
brown with my stinking man-dump.  Then he kissed me long and hard, coating
my 'stache, goatee and nose in pasty, turd-scum.  Pulling away he said,

'You know buddy, when we had phone sex the other day, I told you that I've
never eaten a turd.'

'Yeah, I remember', I replied.

'Well', he continued, 'I'm feeling so fucking dirty and horny for you, pig,
that I'm thinking anything might happen between us shit-wise, before we're
through today.  You all right with that, pal?'

'Buddy, you're reading my dirty, filthy mind again,' I said.  'I fucking
want to go all the way with you fucker.  As stinking and raunchy as we can
get.'

Mark smiled his wicked, dirty grin and said, 'Let's get you outta this
sling, pal.'

'Good idea', I said.  'I gotta piss'

'Me, too', Mark replied.  'But hold it for a minute while I get something.'

Mark went over to his 'bag of tricks' and pulled out a plastic gallon jar
and picked up his enema kit that was lying close by.

'From now on we piss into this jar.  OK, buddy?'  Mark instructed.

'Sounds dirty to me,' I replied.

'I'm hoping it will be,' Mark said.  'Real brown, dirty and tasty.  When
there's enough beer-piss in the jar I'll empty it into this here enema bag,
then I'll give that stinking, hairy pig-hole of yours a good internal
hosing.  Nothing like a fucking hot cocktail of man-piss and butt slop
straight from a raunch pig's brown, dripping cum hole.'

In spite of the fact that Mark and I were both fucking rock hard from his
dirty-talk and the shit and raunch stink that filled the stable, we just
about managed to empty our bladders into the plastic jar.

'I reckon a couple more beer-pisses each oughta do the trick, buddy', Mark
said knowingly.  'Here drink up', he commanded, handing me another can of
beer.

I sat on a hay bale, knocking back the beer and stroking my brown streaked
dongmeat.  By now the shit had dried along the length of my pig smelling 8''
hooded fuck-pole.  I wanted a wetter coating of shit over it to make my
jacking dirtier.

'Hey buddy', I called out to Mark who was pulling out a pair of brown
skidded, shit-caked Jockey briefs and dirty sweat socks from his gym bag.

'Hey pig, how about covering my cheese-maker in shit.  There's still 3 long,
nasty looking turd-logs of mine lying near the sling.  No point letting
waste go to waste', I said.

Holding his shit-stiff Jockeys and socks in one hand, Mark walked over to
the sling and picked up one of my fat, knobbly shit-logs with his other.
The fucking turd was at least 5'' in diameter and 8'' long.  It was a fat,
stinking pig-log. Mark brought the brown, firm, turd-cigar to his nose and
tried shoving the end of it into his snot-hole.  The tip broke off and clung
to his nostril.  I watched him inhale and suck that shit nugget right up his
fucking pig-snout.  As the shit and snot drool leaked from his nose into his
'stache he licked his hairy upper lip with his tongue, coating it brown with
shit and snot crud.

I stood up and began making slow jack-off motions with my shitty cockmeat
watching this hot, raunch stud get dirty and nasty for my pleasure.  Mark
walked over to me and kissed my mouth as he positioned the shit log against
my swollen, over-hanging, hooded cheese-maker.  I felt his shitty tongue run
itself over my teeth and gums as I registered him mashing the firm turd
along the length of my stinking dickmeat and down around my hairy, low
hanging ballsac.  I felt his strong hand glide itself up and down the sides
of my slimy pigmeat.  I pulled away slightly to watch Mark cover and paint
my dick brown with stinking shit. I stretched open my skin snout real wide
so Mark could finger-pack shit clumps deep inside my cheese-hood.  I saw my
cock-skin bulge out as it tried to contain the man-waste Mark was stuffing
down it.  Then he rubbed and mashed what remained of the 8'' long turd along
the inside of his hairy ass trench; depositing lumps of my shit deep into
his smelly, slimey hair-crevice.  When he was satisfied he had coated his
furry pig-crack and ass cheeks sufficiently, Mark brought his shit covered
hand up to my face.

'Go ahead, stud.  Rub your fucking, stinking shitty hand across my lips.' I
growled.

Mark began wiping the shit from his hand onto my 'stache and across my lips.
  I opened my pig mouth and sucked his brown fingers like they were four,
dirty, little smelly, hooded-cocks.  I cleaned each one individually,
tasting for the first time my own shit.  The stark and scary realisation hit
me that this was the farthest and dirtiest I had ever gone with my shit-sex
desires.  Until this raunch crazed moment I had never tasted the thick,
stinking contents of my own smelly, fart-producing, pig-hole.

What Mark did next brought me back from my internal meandering.  He inserted
his slime-covered, goateed-chin into my begging, open pig-mouth and I sucked
and lapped on his turd smeared beard stubble.  The dried shit residue Mark's
chin was depositing into my suck-hole, tasted metallic and pasty.  The
stink, so imbedded in my pig-snout was fucking awesome.  I scraped a nugget
of shit-log from under my hairy, stinking, armpit and shoved it up my
snot-filled nostril.  I breathed in deep and could feel snot and shit hit
the back of my vacuum-suck pig throat.  I placed my hands on either side of
Mark's face and drew his lips into my shit-breath, brown coated pig- mouth.
He opened his suck-hole to take my filthy, shit-slick tongue and I felt him
spit back gobs of turd-drool into my pig-trough mouth.  We had crossed the
line. We were now two fucking-hot, raunch-crazed, pig-buddies who just
couldn't get enough of each other's stink and filth.  By now all inhibitions
were gone.  All bets cancelled.

We shit kissed for several minutes, exchanging spit, turd-drool and beer
from one another's pigmouths.  I held both our rigid, slimy, scum-cocks
together managing to squeeze out some shit from my bloated turd-filled,
cheese-hood onto Mark's thick, cut, 7'' pig-meat.  Then I began rubbing
pasty shit across his piss-slit and over his fat, brown, mushroom-headed
cock-knob.

'Dock that loose, shitty, cheese-skin of yours over my dick, buddy', Mark
said in a dirty voice.

'Fuck yeahhhhhhhhh,' I growled back.

Mark pulled back a bit and aligned the tip of his cock-snot dripping,
turd-stabber with the tip of my swollen shit covered pig-meat.  We could
feel our dirty, nasty dicks touching as I pulled down on my cheese-making,
foreskin-snout and squeezed out some slimy, rotting man-waste onto Mark's
dong-shaft.  Like squeezing toothpaste from a tube, I thought.  Then I
stretched my cheese-skin wide open and covered Mark's slimy knob-head with
my shit-stinking, creamy, rank, foreskin-snout.  My filthy hood fit Mark's
cock-meat like a glove.  A long glove, as it extended a quarter of the way
down his 7'' dong-shaft.  I began a slow jerk, pressing the cupped palms of
my hands underneath our tip-touching shitty, docked pig-cocks.  As I ran my
hands along our docked shit-shafts, turd-slime oozed its way outta the tip
of my hood and dripped down the sides of Mark's slime-cock.  It looked just
like shit-drool.  At that moment, I wished I could bend forward while we
were docked so that I could lick that dripping, turd-snot-drool off both our
cock's.

Mark dropped his dirty sweat socks onto the floor and held his filthy
shit-smeared Jockeys up to my face.  I opened my mouth and he rubbed the
filthy, skid-marked seat of his scum briefs across my lips and goatee before
inserting them into my pig-hungry mouthhole.  I sucked and chewed on his
stiff, dried, shit-piss-cum-stained Jockeys as Mark started pinching,
pulling and twisting my shit-brown nipples.  Their shit-smear coating had
long since dried, so while I pushed and pulled my slimy cheese snout back
and forth over Mark's dripping, turd-streaked dongmeat, he leaned forward
and started sucking on my shit-skidded, beefy, hairy pecs. His beer-spit and
shit-drool began to loosen and moisten the dried shit that surrounded my
big, swollen eraser-like pig-nipples.  He lapped, sucked and bit my 1/4''
long pig-tits until he completely licked off their shit covering.  He looked
up at me and locked his eyes onto mine.  His mouth, teeth and tongue were
brown with shit and he dribbled turd-drool into his goatee.  Mark pulled his
thickly skidded, raunch-Jockey's from my shit dribbling pig-hole mouth and I
lent forward and sucked his shit-dripping chin into my mouth, until the
inside of my suck-hole was as brown as Mark's.

'Fuck pig, this is the filthiest I've ever been', I said to Mark.  'Tell me
what my shit tastes like, buddy'.

Mark rolled his tongue over his lips and around and inside his mouth-hole
and said,

'Fuckin' love it, pig.  It tastes kinda like metal, a little bitter, but it
feels like paste.  Doesn't taste anything like it smells.  Not that I'm
complaining about your stink, man.  It's fucking pig awesome. But I'm not
sure I could eat a whole one of your fucking monster turds pal, but these
small amounts turn me on, big time. And shit-smearing with you is so fucking
hot.  Just knowing I'm taking some of your dump into my mouth and rubbing
your shit into my sweaty, stinking body drives me fucking crazy with
pig-raunch.  Makes me want you all the more', Mark said as he slipped into
his shit, piss and cum stained Jockey's that he had a minute before pulled
outta my pig-mouth.

I watched him walk over to the sling and pick up one of my two remaining
shit-logs and pull down the back of his Jockey's. The pig log was even
fatter and longer than the one he just shit-jacked me with.  Mark's back was
toward me so I had a good view of his shit-smeared, ass-wipe, butt cheeks.
They looked so fucking nasty, all hairy and coated in my slimy, foul
stinking shit. I wanted to fuckin' lick Mark's filth-trench.  To rub my
goatee and pig-snout in Mark's shit painted fur-crack and chew on the shit
berries that clung to his turd-spewing, grungy dump-lips.  I was able to
smell the stink his pig-hole was giving off in the hot stable.  It stank so
fucking ripe and foul, I took in huge breaths of the fetid air.

Then Mark did it.  He rubbed the turd he was holding up and down his hairy,
matted, fuck-trench.  He plastered and shit smeared the log inside his
brown, turd-coated, hair-crevice.  Clumps of shit fell to the concrete floor
as Mark turd-painted his ass-wipe-crack for me. I watched him mash his feet
into the stinking shit-nuggets that fell to the floor.  He was squeezing
shit through his toes. Covering them in my man-waste.  Fucking hot, I
thought.  This pig-man was working me.  Big time.  He knew how much I got
off on shit-smearing and dirty-ass-sniffing.  Mark knew how much I
fantasised getting really fucking nasty and shit-crazed. He knew my dirtiest
thoughts.  I had nothing to hide from this man.  And he was hiding nothing
from me.  The question was, just how far did I wanna take this.

Mark pulled apart his shitty, hair-forest, turd-trench for me, his hands
getting covered in loose shit.  He spread his shit-smeared cheeks apart and
showed me his
shit-clinging, grungy, slimy, turd-caked asslips.  My tongue hung outta my
shit-drooling mouth like a true raunch pig.  Oinking and taking in huge
gulps of the shit-stinking air.  He pulled up his Jockey's, patted himself
on his shit-bulging ass and walked over to me. Then he ground his stinking
crotch into my face.

I sucked him straight through the piss-cum-shit stained material.  It tasted
even better than his shit-streaked, piss-soaked, jock strap did when he fed
it to my shit hungry, mouth-hole a few hours ago. I ran my tongue over the
soiled and foul stinking pouch of his ass-wipe scum briefs. Rolling over in
my head how fucking nasty and hot it was, scraping with my teeth, Mark's
dried, log-caked, skidmarks knowing he had wiped his shit-slimed ass for a
week with the Jockey's.  The piss pouch area was caked in Mark's dried
shit-stains, and it fucking stank like a man's shit-briefs ought too. Nasty,
and fucking ripe and foul.  I sucked his whole cock-pouch into my
shit-stained, pig-mouth and lapped and dribbled shit-drool and beer over the
brown-streaked material.  I sucked on his rank, shit-slimed, scum-Jockey's
for about 20 minutes, soaking the front of them in beer and shit-drool.  I
fuckin' couldn't get enough of Mark's stink and skids.

While I was sucking on Mark's pig-meat crotch I was also rubbing my hands
over the backside of his waste disposal Jockey's. Spreading and smearing the
turd contents of his stinking briefs up and across his furry ass and
hair-forest shit-trench.  I began to feel butt-slop seep through the
shit-stained, turd-fabric.  My hands were coloured brown from the shit-slop
oozing through.  I rubbed my shit-stinking hands across my face.  I took
huge breaths of the foul, powerful and manly shit-stink wafting up from my
hands to my pig-snout before lapping at the slimy, shit-drool that ran down
my fingers.  I sucked on my rank, stinking, shit stained digits.  The more
my hands turned brown, the more I pressed them against the shit-oozing
material covering Mark's muscled, raunch-butt.  I wanted his ass totally
shit-smeared so I could sniff and lap the foul-stinking, shit-skids from his
hairy, waste-disposal, sewer-cunt.

'Yeah, you shit-stinking pig, I'm painting your slimy ass-fur and pig-trench
in my stinking man-shit. Smell my fucking stink, pig-buddy.  Breathe in my
stinking man-waste', I spit out to Mark.

'Oh man, I'm fucking pigging-out on the shit-stink that's hitting my nose,
buddy.  It's so fucking hot and dirty,' Mark panted, as he took deep breaths
of the noxious and fetid turd-stink through his pig-snout.

Then he turned around and pushed his ass-clinging-shit-Jockey's straight
into my spit-drooling, pig-face.  He bent forward and placed his hands on
his bent knees and pushed out his filth-stinking, fur-butt so that my nose
was positioned mid-way up his turd-trench.  Fucking perfect aim, I thought.
I grabbed hold of Mark's hips and brought his shit-packed Jockey's straight
into the center of my pig-face and oinked like a raunch-pig in shit-heaven.
I felt Mark grab the back of my head and pull it even further into his
shit-packed playpen, coating my face in brown, slimy, butt-slop.  I chewed
on the rotting material, tasting the asshole-slime oozing from the clumps of
turd-meat that puffed out the backside of his shit-odorous Jockey's.  I
buried my pig-snout deep into Mark's stinking, oozing, Jockey covered
turd-trench.  I felt him pull my head even more tightly into his scummy,
dripping, Jockey's as he ground his waste-containing, shit-butt into my
hungry, open mouth.  I sucked and licked the brown stained, shit-stinking
material like it was my last meal.  I rubbed my face into the stinking filth
of his turd-packed Jockey's taking in deep breaths of the fetid stink his
pig-hole was releasing.

Then Mark pulled his briefs down, exposing his turd-smeared, furry ass
cheeks and pig-trench. It looked like his fuck-crevice held about a quarter
of a pound of my solid shit-logs that managed to escape being smeared over
his muscle butt-cheeks.  Mark's backside was covered from his waist to the
middle of his meaty, hairy thighs in my stinking man-shit.   He handed me
the poppers and after a couple of hits I pressed my face into the thick,
pasty man-waste - my own stinking man-waste - that covered his shit-painted,
fur-matted, sewer cunt.  I sucked and lapped at the shit clumps that clung
to Mark's waste-hole.  I combed lumps of stinking shitmeat from his thick,
black,
trench-hairs with my shit-coloured teeth.  I sucked on his swollen,
shit-stinking, creamy, cuntlips and inserted my pig-tongue deep into his
open, gaping, turd-chute.  I rimmed his swollen, greasy butt-lips from side
to side, massaging his rubbery shitbud between my log-stained lips. I could
feel my goatee and nose getting coated in the shit-nuggets my mouth couldn't
take in.  I was chewing shit, I thought.  First fucking time in my life, but
I was too fucking pig-crazed to register revulsion, or to give in to the
urge to vomit.  Whatever was painted on Mark's fur-butt and whatever he had
stored for me in his packed pig-hole, I fucking wanted.

The stink we were making was pure pig aroma, 100 %:  hairy, sweaty and shit
smelling.  While I was butt-munching Mark's shit coated fuck-trench and
lapping at his puffed out shitbud he stepped outta his Jockey's and brought
them to his face.  I pulled back from his dump-hole just in time to see him
stuff his pig-shit scum-Jockey's into his mouth and suck on the slimy,
greasy, turd-nuggets they still held.  Mark wanted to get as dirty, nasty
and filthy as I did.  We were in perfect pig-harmony.

I fucking had to see this.  I got up from my kneeling position behind Mark's
shit-smeared, filthy, dumphole and walked in front to watch him lap at my
log-nuggets straight outta his filthy, sagging, stinking, scum-Jockey's.  He
shoved his face and open pig-mouth into the seat of his raunch-briefs where
most of my un-smeared, shit-clumps were nestled.  He looked straight into my
eyes as he tongued and licked my broken-off shit nuggets.  I brought my
turd-covered face close to his and stuck out my shit-brown, tongue.  Mark
spat a wad of turd-drool onto it and I tongued it over my shit-smeared
'stache.  Then he fucking kissed me and we slurped on each other's
brown-skidded pig-tongues, scraping and sucking the slimy ass-slop and butt
nuggets that clung to them.

As our mouths drooled turd-scum into each other's goatees', Mark and I
twisted and pinched each other's swollen, shit-caked, pig-nipples.  We
stretched and pulled on our hairy pumped up man-pecs till we rubbed away
most of the shit-slime covering them.  Suddenly Mark buried his
shit-streaked face into my hairy, steaming pig-pit that he had plastered
with shit earlier.  My stinking, man BO had kept the turd deposits under
there moist and ripe.  Wet shit clung to my matted pig-pit-hairs and I felt
Mark sucking and lapping and combing my rank underarm forest with his teeth
and tongue.  He was rubbing his pig-snout into my shitty pit-pubes and
breathing in their rotting shitmeat stink.

Just as suddenly, Mark pulled himself away from my underarm cesspool and
faced me with his shit-eating grin.  This time it was more literal than
ever.  Fuck he looked hot and dirty with lumps of my stinking shit clinging
to and smearing his handsome pig-face.  I watched Mark lick his upper
shit-caked lip and 'stache then he offered me his shit-gift straight off his
pig-tongue.  I licked the shit nuggets into my mouth and sucked on them like
turd-flavoured candy before spitting them out onto the concrete floor. Mark
pressed and twisted his foot into the turd droppings just like he was
putting out a cigarette.  I saw the shit ooze itself between his toes; then
watched him encase his brown slimy feet in his grimy, yellow stained sweat
socks.  What the fuck was he up to, I wondered?

'You fucking hot log-licker', he said to me.  'Your whole face is brown with
dripping stinking shit.  I think it's time we hose each other down.  I don't
wanna wash away the stink man, but I wanna be able to see your cute face
without that brown shit mask you're wearing.'

Mark sauntered over to the upright water pipe at the end of the horse stall
and attached the hose that was lying next to it.  By now the temperature in
the shit stinking stable was nearing 90 degrees.  Fuck did it stink!  Real
good. He aimed the hose at my shit filthy face and I felt the cooling blast
of water hit me.  I closed my eyes while Mark hosed me and felt lumps of my
shit roll down my turd skidded face.  When I opened my eyes I saw a stream
of dirty brown water ripple down between the cleavage of my big, beefy man
pecs.  Mark didn't bother to hose off the shit that stuck to my hairy abs
and stinking furry pig crotch.  My rock hard, hooded stink-cock was sticking
straight up and caked in shit.

'Ok pal, now it's your turn,' I said to Mark.

'No buddy, I got a better idea for me.  Get back in the sling pig,' he
instructed.

Intrigued, I settled myself into the shit smeared, greasy sling as sweat,
brown water and turd sludge rolled off my hairy muscled pig body.  As I
pinched my swollen nipples and shit-jacked my stinking, shitty, hooded
dong-meat I wondered what the fuck Mark had in mind.  Then I watched him
fill his enema bag with the brimming contents of the beer-piss bucket that
we managed to fill over the last couple of hours.  At that point I realised
what that hot pig was up to.

When the quart size red enema bag was brimming with our combined beer piss
Mark screwed on the plastic cap and inserted a 6'' long, grooved nozzle into
the end of the closed enema hose.  Then he rubbed the nozzle over his shit
caked hairy abs and pig stinking, hair crotch, coating it brown with pasty
man-waste.  He picked up the bottle of poppers, took a long pig-hit and
stroked his shit brown dickmeat.  I was feeling so fucking raunch crazed I
couldn't wait for what was about to happen.

'Hey turdstabber', I shouted to Mark, 'lemme suck on that slimy, shit nozzle
before you plug my filthy dump-hole with it.'

'Not before I do, asswipe,' Mark sneered as he shoved the turd caked nozzle
up his snot hole and breathed in its pig stink aroma.

'Fuck yeah you filthy pig', I shouted.  'Now slime-up that cunt nozzle again
buddy, with the turd scum sticking to your shitpacked pig trench.  Cover it
real dirty with my stinking shit. Then run it over my 'stache so I can lick
it off.'

Mark was too far gone on beer, weed and poppers to take much notice of my
raunch crazed demands.  So I just settled back and watched him suck on the
stinking pigcunt nozzle and lick the packed shitmeat outta its grooves.
Then he ran it across his hairy shitty musclebutt.  He turned his back to me
so I could watch him insert the fuck nozzle up his turd packed cum cavern.
Mark gripped his left shit cheek and pulled it upward exposing his stinking
shitty pig trench packed and oozing runny turd sludge.  He pushed the shit
nozzle up his cumhole and twisted it around then fucked his pig-slit a few
times with it before pulling it out and walking it over to my open, hungry
pig mouth.

Mark looked straight at me as he wiped the sludge covered nozzle onto my
asswipe, tongue, like it was a piece of shitpaper.  I tasted the pasty thick
man waste.  I rolled lumps of turd onto the roof of my suck mouth and pushed
them behind my shit brown teeth.  With the tip of my pig tongue I tried to
squeeze turd clumps through the spaces.  I was in fucking pig heaven.  Mark
shoved the bottle of poppers up my shit packed pig snout and I sucked in its
heady, amyl sweetness. There was a plopping sound when he finally pulled the
pighole nozzle outta my shit drooling sewer mouth.

'Now shove that plastic shitcock up my stinking raunch hole, fucker and fill
my guts with our beer-piss', I demanded of Mark.

He pulled my hairy shit matted pigbutt to the edge of the fuck sling and
stabbed my stinking dumphole with the nozzle.   Mark pushed it all the way
up my shit hole and I squeezed my pig butt muscles around it to hold it
tightly in place.

'Gonna flood your dumphole with piss, pig buddy.  Gonna recycle our strong,
yellow scum juice through your shit tunnel.  Then I'm gonna let you hose me
down with it man, while it shoots outta your stinking shithole', Mark said
excitedly.

I became even more pig crazed hearing Mark describe his dirty plan to me.  I
took another hit of poppers and watched Mark release the stopper on the
enema hose while holding the bag over his head.  Slowly I could feel the
warm trickle of pig juice make its way outta the shit nozzle and begin to
flood my stinking hairy scum hole.  Mark lowered the bag and squeezed it
between his hands accelerating the flow of piss into my dank, shithole
pigpen.  It was entering much faster now and I could feel my gut beginning
to fill up with our combined, rancid manpiss.  I started to play with my
stinking, shitty hood skin, stretching it and pulling it wide open.  I
scraped some moist shit from my underarm cesspool and packed it into my
scummy hood snout.

Mark watched me and leaned forward.  He inserted his raunch tongue into my
shitpacked cheese skin and started sucking on my stinking shitcock. I felt
his tongue scrape off pieces of shit stuck to the inside of my cheesehood.
While his suck mouth was bobbing up and down on my rock hard shitty,
fuckpole, he continued to squeeze the enema bag until every drop of beer
piss relocated itself inside my shitty, stinking sewer hole.

My belly was beginning to cramp just as Mark pulled his mouth hole off my
shitdick.

'Fuck buddy, I needa rinse out my mouth real bad.  Been sucking on cheesy,
shitcock and some turd clumps are stuck to the roof of my pigmouth', Mark
said wantonly, as shit drool dripped into his crusty turd caked goatee.

'Whadda got in mind, pig?' I asked.

'Figure I'll just pull out this here shit nozzle from your waste hole and
drink straight from your pig trough', Mark said thirstily.

He got down on his knees and whipped the plastic shitcock outta my
stinkhole.  I held my butt muscles tight, not letting a drop of raunch juice
out till Mark gave me the go-ahead.

'OK, fucker, now open that sewer faucet of yours and flood this raunch pig's
mouth', Mark instructed.

When I felt his shitty suck hole make contact with my swollen, stinking
shitbud, I let rip.  I blasted Mark's open mouth hole with a torrent of
recycled, brown stink juice and butt sewage.  I spread my meaty, hairy shit
smeared thighs even wider and opened my stinking foul pig-rectum to his
waiting, thirsty mouthhole.  My slimy, gooey pigcrack exploded with the
sound of wet, stinking butt farts.  Long and nasty ones.  The stink filled
Mark's pig snout while a constant stream of brown recycled butt slop and
beer piss flooded his face and sucking pig hole.  He drank from my brown
distended pig lips with the thirsty desperation of a man rescued from the
desert.  I felt Mark inset his tongue into my nasty reeking dumphole,
temporarily stopping the flow of piss and ass slop. Then he'd pull back and
let the stream blast his shit streaked face again.  I felt his suckmouth
wrap itself around my slimy, bulging pig lips and lick the now moistend shit
clumps off them. I heard Mark gulp and swallow the rancid pig piss that I
was shitting outta my dumphole into his suckmouth. That shit-loving pig
buried his face deep into my slick, hairy turdhole.  When I farted straight
into his sewer mouth he'd pull my shit and piss oozing ass cheeks even wider
apart and try to shove his fucking head inside my shittube to get closer to
my acrid butt stink.  Mark was fuckin' lapping it up and loving every pig
stinking second of it.

'Wrap your sucklips around my swollen turd ring, asswipe and tongue off the
shit slime sticking to it', I barked at Mark.  'Suck filthpiss from my
stinking, hairy butthole, pig.  Lemme hear you gargle that scum juice,
buddy'.

Mark went fucking wild, sucking out every rancid drop of recycled pig piss I
squirted outta my smelly turd tube.  The more I farted, the louder Mark
oinked and grunted, as he inserted his snot nose into my open, gaping stink
hole.

'Now get off your shit knees, pig and kiss me,' I commanded Mark.

With his mouth full of foul pig sewerage, he came alongside me and dumped
his suck- hole load of piss and shit nuggets straight into my open gutter
mouth.  I swallowed the rancid tasting piss and chewed on the shit clumps.
Mark pressed his pig mouth to mine and we exchanged the vile contents of our
suck mouths.  We tongued each other's goatees, lapping piss and shit off our
crusty bristled chins.

'Fuck, buddy, that tastes so fuckin' nasty and dirty, ' Mark said when he
caught his breath.  'Drinking piss from your stinking shithole, man.  I felt
so shit crazed I wanted to bury my head deep inside your squirting, farting,
turdmeat tube.  This is the fuckin' craziest I've ever been, pal.  You got
me so fucking hot I don't think I can hold off cumming much longer.'

As Mark's foul shit breath carried his words of pig-lust to my ears, I
pulled him closer to me and started fingering his packed dumphole.  He
started to moan.

'Ya know, buddy,' I said to Mark,  'I'm about ready to shoot too, but I
wanna cum while you shit on me.  I wanna feel your warm stinking shitmeat on
my face and pecs and cock.  I wanna lick your fucking pig logs, man.  I
wanna taste your slimy man waste.'

'Fuck yeah,' Mark hissed.  'Keep  fingering my shihole, pig.  I wanna see my
butt scum on your fucking fingers.  Coat your snot-pickers with my stinking
man waste and shove them up your pig snout, turd sucker.  Breathe in my
cesspool man-stink, pig.  Get ready for my shitmeat, buddy.'

I shoved 3 fingers up Mark's packed shittube.  I knew he hadn't crapped for
2 days.  His sewer tube was fucking loaded.  My fingers pushed straight
through the stinking, ass sludge that hugged his slimy shitbud.  It felt
warm and soft.  I finger-fucked Mark for a few minutes while he stroked his
dripping shit cock.

When I pulled out, a loose clump of shit fell into my hand.  I brought it
straight to my pig snout and breathed in Mark's waste, before smearing it
over my face.

'Fuck, man, I don't think I can hold back much longer.  I gotta shit real
bad', Mark warned me.

'Hold on, buddy. Lemme get out of this sling.'

Mark helped me out and I immediately laid down on the concrete floor
settling into a pool of warm piss and shit.

'OK, pal squat over me.  Lemme see your hot stinking pig hole open up and
push outta turd streak for me, '  I ordered Mark.

With his slimy, hairy shit packed ass just twelve inches from my turdslime
smeared face, Mark took his squatting posititon facing my rock hard 8''
hooded, dripping shit cock.  He began his turd evacuation by blowing out a
wet, slimy fart into my face.  The force of his ass gas covered me in runny
trench slime.  I licked the shit spray off my 'stache and waited for the
main attraction.  A few more farts followed, then I saw it.  Mark's filthy
cunt lips swelled and turned inside-out as he grunted and farted out the
head of a thick, brown knobbly pig turd.  Fuck the stink was awesome and
foul and I fucking loved it.  With masterly control Mark pushed his thick
shit log outta his slimy turd chute, inch by inch, as if teasing me.

I raised my head closer to the shit prize I had fantasised about, since
first licking Mark's dirty asshole in that roadside shit house where we met.
  As Mark pushed and grunted I began to lick his greasy shitlog like it was
his fat, mushroom-headed dongmeat.  His thick slimy log must have been at
least a foot long by the time it was completely out.  I fell into pig
ecstasy as I wrapped my suck lips around his stinking fat pig turd and
licked the greasy slime off its edges.

While I was tonguing and sucking his stinking log, he pinched it off.  I saw
his nasty bulging shitbud close around the smelly brown turd like a cigar
clipper, cutting it off from his swollen dump ring.  At least four inches of
his fat, stinking pig turd was in my suckhole when he severed the foot long
log from his shit tube.  The remaining length of turdmeat bent and broke off
onto my chin then slid down to my pumped up pig pecs.

I was rolling Mark's turd nugget around the inside of my sewer mouth when he
pulled himself forward and sat down into the foul stinking, shit log that
rested in my smeared pec cleavage.  I felt the full weight of his powerful
body on my chest.  He began to grind his filthy ass into the log and smeard
it across my pig tits.  Then he leaned forward and took my hard, dripping
shitcock into his suck mouth and began licking the turd scum off it.  He bit
and chewed on my slimy, shitty overhanging stinkskin.  He pulled open my
loose, flappy folds of cheese skin and tongued out the shit inside it.

With his raised, filthy shit-oozing fuck trench only inches from my pig face
I pulled Mark's slimy, filthy dump crevice in to my open hungry pig mouth.
I spit the foul turd clump I was sucking on back into his open gaping
dumphole before shoving my suck tongue deep into his waste pocket.  My
entire face was painted in shit again, but this time it was Mark's dump
waste.  The fucking hottest pig I ever met.  This was the real-time moment I
had jacked off to in my fantasies over the years.  This was my dirtiest
raunch fantasy come true.  I was swept away by the filth and vileness of it.
  Yet, it didn't seem repulsive and perverse.  No doubt what I was doing was
filthy and taboo- breaking, by anyone's fucking standards. But somehow - and
this was more impotant - it felt like the most liberating, control-releasing
experience of my life.  I had completely and absolutely fucking let go.
Nothing at all mattered in that moment, except my total immersion into a
realm of uninhibited pig lust.

'Hey, buddy', Mark shouted out, interrupting my internal head dialogue,  'I
got at least two more pounds of shit packed inside my pig gut, man.  You
want the rest of it?'

'Let it fucking rip, buddy. Bury my pig crotch in your stinking waste.  Shit
straight onto my filth cock.  Cover my hard, hairy abs and balls in your
stinking pig dump.  I wanna sink under the weight of your shitmeat', I
mumbled, as I spit out streams of shit drool and turds from my suck mouth.

I watched Mark lift himself off me.  His face and pig butt were covered in
dripping shit.  He re-positioned himself, squatting directly over my
shit-coated boner while looking straight into my slime drenched face.

'Here goes, buddy', he panted.

With that warning, Mark's turd cavern opened up and spewed out log after log
of firm stinking shitmeat in rapid succession.  His fart gas filled the air.
  Mushy, gooey shit sludge blasted itself outta his sewer-hole.  He buried
my pig crotch in mounds of reeking man waste.  I watched the pile of
stinking shit rise upwards to the tip of my 8'' rock hard pig boner.  Just
as I asked for, Mark literally buried my cock and balls in pigshit.  The
reeking sludge oozed and dripped down into my shit matted stink-trench and
around my thighs.  With one final fart blast the last quarter pound of
Mark's turd sewerage slipped outta his stretched, open shitbud.

Without warning he sat straight down onto the tip of my shit buried cock
causing the rich, stinky, sludge mound to spread upwards across my hairy
stomach.  My brown dripping suck mouth hung open in a state of utter pig
crazed lust as Mark began to ride my shitty fuckpole.

Up and down he itched the inside of his reeking pig rectum with my shit
enlarged dongmeat.

'Fuck me, pig.  Fuck me.  Blast your milky ball juice deep inside my reeking
scum-bowels', Mark hollered.

He scooped up a huge handful of dripping, sludgy shit mush and slapped it
against his fat swollen dickmeat.  He started jacking furiously while he
rode my fuckpole like a wild man.  I synchronised my upward fuck thrusts
with Mark's downward pig squats.  I felt his greasy, stinking shit tube
squeese tightly around my shitcock.  I drove my turd stabber deep into his
stinking, messy dumphole as I saw him close his eyes and beat his shitty
cock meat like he was gonna break it off.

'I'm gonna blow, man.  I'm fucking gonna cum, pig', Mark shouted at me.

I dragged more of his shit waste across my brown suck lips and threw him one
final fuck thrust before both our shit dicks exploded into a torrent of
spewing jizz juice.  We were writhing in fucking pig ecstasy.  My engorged
shitdick emptied itself deep inside the filthy recesses of Mark's sewer hole
as his shit plastered cockmeat shot its brown sticky wad directly into my
open sewer mouth.  The intensity of our filth orgasms caused our shit
drenched pig bodies to twitch and spasm uncontrollably for several minutes.
Our breathing was shallow and rapid.  Our hearts visibly pounded in our shit
painted chests.  We dragged deep gulps of fetid shit air into our lungs to
keep up with our racing hearts.  The fucking intensity was awesome.

Gradually our sweaty, shitty bodies relaxed and our breathing became
quieter.  Mark pulled himself forward without my shit cock sliding outta his
cum hole and kissed my shit and spunk drenched suck mouth.  We spit shit
drool back and forth before I said,

'Buddy, lemme suck my cum outta your shithole.'

'It's all yours, pig', Mark replied, as he pulled himself off my messy
dickmeat making a loud, wet, farting sound.

He squatted over my shit face and lowered his stinking shit covered hair
butt right over my pig mouth.  I inserted my tongue into his dump hole and
felched out my slimy cum juice along with his dripping ass slop drool.  His
turd hole tasted pasty and rancid and fuck did it stink. Just the way I like
a manhole to smell.  He wriggled his pig crack over my nose and blasted out
a stinking, wet fart.  Cum and watery shit hit the back of my mouth hole as
I sucked on Mark's fat, bloated dump ring.  When I was finally satisfied, I
eased his reeking hairy trench off my face.  He looked at me and said,

'You're one fucking hot pigman, buddy.  How's about me and you cleaning
ourselves up and heading out to this Tex-Mex restaurant I know.  Nothing
like a gut full of refried beans, tacos and enchiladas to produce some real
mansize turds and farts.  Today was so fucking hot and dirty, pal I wanna
spend more time with you doing it again.  You up for that, buddy?

'You kidding me, man?  Have I just died and gone to pig heaven?' I asked.
'I can't get enough of your fucking swine stink.  You can stay 'til I head
back east in a few days time. But there's just one condition, buddy.  Those
filthy shit reeking sweat socks you been wearing stay with me, when you
leave.  I need something to remember you by.'

'Somehow, buddy I don't think you or me are ever gonna forget our pig
playing, shit socks or otherwise,' Mark replied.  Then he put his arm around
my shoulder and led me out of the stable into the cool night air.

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