Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2002 01:43:27 -0800
From: Roderick Shafton <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: SNEAKY INTRUDER (Oral Anal Scat)

	                SNEAKY INTRUDER

   Al's pool party was a great success, as usual. A wild
orgy was in full swing.
   On a chaise lounge off to the side two guys were fucking up
a storm. A redhead laying down had his legs spread while a
pretty dark-harded boy was sitting on him, bouncing his ass up
and down on his thick cock. Occasionally he'd bend over and
they'd kiss. That position gave the third guy--a blonde kneel-
ing on the deck--plenty of opportunity to play around. He was
fondling the redhead's balls and stroking his cock...even
licking his prick as it stroked in and out of the hungry
asshole sliding along the fat shaft. He obviously loved the
taste and smell of it, because several times he snapped the
cock out, sucked on it, then stuck it back up the gaping
asshole!
   The top guy had a cock long enough that the redhead was
able to lean over and suck on it. He was able to blow and screw
the guy at the same time. That excited them both even more and
soon he was blasting a thick load into the amber-haired guy's
mouth.
   After getting it all, the redhead threw his head back and
gulped the jizz down as he shot a hoseful of cum up the other
fellow's butt.
   When the dark-haired guy hopped off, the blonde went down
on the redhead's big prick and cleaned if off. He lapped up the
cum and assjuices and carefully sucked on the particularly-
grungy knob. Apparently it wasn't as sensitive as you'd expect,
because the redhead allowed him to suck on it all he wanted...
in fact, it never went soft. No wonder, then, that the blonde
was soon straddled over it, stuffing it up his own asshole.
   Like a carnival ride, the redhead proceeded to drub the
next horny rider. He couldn't reach close enough to suck it,
but he jacked it until the blond took over and jerked a big
load over his face and into his open mouth. This time the
redhead didn't come up his ass. Instead, he licked the cum off
his lips while he forced the guy's head down to clean his slimy
prick again.
   The blond wasn't in any need of persuasion, however. He
shamelessly lapped up his own assjuices and shit streaks and
blew the pretty redhead to another thunderous orgasm.
   Activities were taking place all over.
   Near the bushes were two of the youngest boys. One was
crouched down giving the other a blowjob.
   "Yeah, Barry, suck that muther. Isn't this great?"
   Barry looked up. "Sure better than when my Mom caught us!"
   Another cute young blonde noticed a naked guy sitting on a
4 ft. garden wall staring at him. He wondered why he hadn't seen
the stud before, he wasn't the type he would have missed. And
when the guy came toward him, his heart started pumping faster.
   "Hi. You wanna make it with me," the guy asked seductively.
   "Sure!"
   "Great. Uh, stick your tongue out for a second, willya. As
far as you can. Fantastic. Why don't you lay down on that mat
over there."
   The blonde did, expecting to sixty-nine. He was wrong, but
not disappointed.
   "Okay," the guy said, squatting over his face, "I want to
feel you lick my asshole first."
   The blonde wasn't adverse to doing that with the guy at
all. So when that pretty ass came down and that hairy crack
split apart, he was ready. Then he started having some
misgivings when he smelled it. By then it was firmly pressed
against his mouth. He'd licked dirtier ones on rare occasions,
but he was rather surprised that a guy would come to a party
unwashed...especially jumping into an orgy like that.
   "Ah, yeah, do it. That tongue reals righteous, man. Lick
that fucker. Oooh, lick it all over. That's great. Ah. Now ram
your tongue up there and lick it out. Oh yes! That's wild.
Clean that fucker out for me, dude. Wash it out!"
   The kid put his mouth and tongue to work, sucking the hairy
asshole and sloshing the insides out. Maybe it wasn't so fresh.
Maybe it was downright raunchy. But it turned him on hearing
how it was turning the guy on, and he hoped it might make the
stud want to get fucked. Otherwise, he was more than willing to
throw his own legs in the air.
   Suddenly, the guy climbed off.
   "Thanks, dude, that was trippy. You really dug that stinky
shithole, didn't you? Well, see you around."
   "What? Hey, where you going? What gives?"
   The stud knelt down and whispered. "Sorry, pal. I'm not a
faggot. I was checking things out through a crack in the fence
and wanted to see if a queer would eat my dirty ass. Hey, no
offense, it felt great, but I gotta split before they catch
me."
   "Wait. Nobody's gonna care."
   "Well, I don't do it any more, but when I was younger I
used to see the owners and call them dirty names and yell out
insults. They don't wanna see me around here."
   "Damn! I wanted to eat you out some more and let you fuck
me."
   "Even after the dirty trick I pulled? I knew my crack was
grungy. That's what made it all the more exciting."
   "Uh, for me too!" the blonde blushed.
   "Hmm. Say, if you wanna slip over the back fence, I've got
a couple of buddies over there that could sure use taking care
of. Wanna do some horny straights dudes? Can't guarantee the
state their bungholes might be in, but probably not any worse
than mine. That's not a promise, though. One guy's really good-
looking but he's a real slob."
   "Sounds neat. I didn't mind licking your smelly hole
because you're hot, so I guess I wouldn't mind licking his.
Besides, a guy will go further than usual when he gets to do a
straight guy. Can I come over naked?"
   "Sure. I did. Let's go blow their minds. Then you can blow
all three of us. Guess you'd better eat our asses first so we
don't come too quick. I wanna fuck you, they might want to try
porking a dude up the ole turdhole, too. Come on!"
   They casually walked to the back of the yard.
   "Hold on a minute," the guy stopped.
   "What for?"
   "Lemme check this out a second."
   Nearby a guy had another fellow doubled over, kneeling
there lapping away at the spread open asscrack, giving him a
tongue bath. One of the guys nearby was watching with interest
and definitely excited.
   "Yeah, eat 'em, Marty! Aw, fuck, that's just the kind of
butt I love to bury my own face in. Nice tight buns and nasty
line of fur up his crack. Looks yummy. I go nuts over butts
like that when they're hot and sweaty and really stink after a
hard day. Remember when they built the bank? Used to sneak in
back and do construction workers. Six or seven of 'em used to
amble on back and let me eat them out and blow 'em. I didn't
make no bones about it, either. I told 'em any way at all. I
like 'em wet and stinky, and shit around the hole wouldn't
bother me in the least. They believed me, and many times I'd be
back there with a big shitty ass being pushed in my face while
I happily lapped their crap off!"
   "God, Charlie, you gotta be blatant? We know you're a total
pig, why broadcast it?"
   "Turns me on. Besides, a lewd reputation sometimes gets
surprising results. Couple times guys have come up to me saying
they'd always wanted to watch somebody eat them out when their
assholes were filthy...would I be interested? Fuckin' A I was!"
   The stud snarled in a low hiss, "Now, that's the kind of
faggot that gives the rest of you a bad rep."
   "Isn't that the truth!" the blonde chuckled, then
sarcastically added, "That's why you're dragging me home to
finish cleaning your dirty butthole out."
   "Okay, okay. I guess it's just a matter of...heh, I don't
wanna say taste.
   "You straight guys are such hypocrites. Everything's sick
and perverted...until you're horny. Then it's a different
story. I suppose the hose games over there must really turn you
off."
   He was referring to the two guys on the other side of the
pool taking turns sticking the hose up each other buttholes
then squirting the water out of their assholes while the guys
in the pool laughed and opened their mouths.
   "Jezzus! I just hope they didn't do that in the pool on the
first couple of loads!"
   "If they did, I missed it."
   "But you wouldn't be surprised, would you? Heh. Actually,
it looks like a lot of fun, but only you queers would have the
balls to actually do something like that."
   "Say, how much time have you spent peeking over the fence,
anyway?"
   "Lots. Alright, it turns me on. But don't tell my buddies,
okay? Come on."
   He had the blonde wait in the kitchen. "Now, don't mind how
I talk. You know, image and all...high school boys?" Then he
winked and walked into the living room, coughing.
   "Hey, Brad, done peeking at the queers already?"
   "Gives him a boner, I bet. Hey, how come you're fucking
naked?!"
   "Yeah, just cause that faggot shit turns you on, don't look
at us!"
   Brad reached back and pulled the naked blonde around the
doorway.
   "Men, I went shopping and brought us home a cocksucker.
Glenn said he was bored over there blowing a bunch of fags and
would love to come over and service real men."
   They gaped in shock at the naked guy...and his half-hard
cock hanging there.
   "Jezzus! Are you serious?"
   "I think he's finally lost his marbles. What're we supposed
to do with him?"
   "Nothing, dudes. He's gonna do it to us. All we gotta do is
lay back and them him take care of us. Don't tell me you two
horny bungholes are gonna turn down a blowjob from a pro? And
he loves sucking assholes! Licked the shit off mine and tongued
me out like a bowery madam. Ever had your shitholes licked,
fellas? Ever felt a tongue up your rump giving you a roto-
rooter? He's ready, just as soon as you take your pants off and
bend over. Kneel on the edge of the couch and show him your
smelly cracks. It'll give him a boner and make his tongue flick
in anticipation. Come on, you pussy wimps, we got a punk ready
to let us use him. We can even fuck him up the ass. Hell, even
after that he'll still blow it while the next cock's shoved up
his hole!"
   "WELL, ALRIGHT. THAT'S A DIFFERENT STORY!"
   They quickly stripped and knelt in position. Surveying the
two naked butts being shown off, Brad voiced his own opinion on
the dual sight of his best buddies' hairy asses.
   "Dan's looks bad enough, but that's just fucking gross! Oh,
Christ, Tony, you oughta never spread your cheeks open in front
of anybody that isn't blind. That's repulsive! You ever wipe
your ass?"
   "Uh, sure. I think I did. What the hell's wrong with my
ass?"
   "Nothing wrong with your hairy ass besides being as big as
the caboose of a train. It's all those greasy black curls down
your crack and that huge crinkled ball of flesh in the middle
that looks like a bunch of hemorrhoids in a circle with crap
pockets. It's up to you, kid, you sucked mine. But that sure
looks like it's gonna stink a whole lot worse!"
   "A-actually," Glenn softly muttered, "it kinda turns me on.
I sorta like it when they're kinda ugly and obscene-looking...
and a little smelly. Guess I'm weird."
   "Nope, just queer. Tony, clamp that reeking pit closed so
it don't air out too much. Our guest likes 'em ripe, so save
that horrendous aroma and watch him tongue the fuck out of
Dan's rearend first."
   Dan chuckled and wiggled his butt. "Yeh! Always wanted a
slave. Show me what it feels like when you fags suck each
other's shitholes. Show me how you dig my taste and wish I'd
just taken a shit! Um, he ain't gonna split if I say something
that hurts his feelings, is he?"
   "Naw. I promised no rough stuff, but you can say what you
want. He's a cocksucking fag that takes prick up the ass and
licks shitty turdholes. You couldn't offend him unless you said
he did a lousy job! Uh, you are good on the blowers, aren't
you, kid? We're all jocks, so a lot of our brain matter ended
up in our pants. We got heavy meat."
   "As long as I control it, I'm good at taking guys down to
the balls. I just can't handle somebody trying to fuck my
throat like a cunt."
   "Your way, man, you're providing the service in this
whorehouse," Dan promised.
   "Okay, Glenn. They're all yours."
   Glenn wasted no time getting down behind Dan and poking his
nose up there. He sniffed around Dan's asshole and rubbed his
nose over it and up the crease of his cheeks. His tongue soon
followed the trail and he began to lap the guy's sticky crack
all the way from top to bottom."
   "Mmm, that feels kinda neat," Dan squirmed.
   "He's just taking in your gamey odor and licking the grease
from between your buns. Wait'll he starts to suck your hole.
Yeah, there he goes. Suckin' right on that nasty old doorway to
your turd cabinet, wondering how soon it'll spring open and do
something naughty that nobody ever gets to watch cause it's so
disgusting you do it in secret and even feel guilty if you look
down and check it out yourself. Bullshit. I'll bet you look
your turds over every time, doncha, Dan? 'Oooh, that's a good
one. Aw, yesterday's was bigger and chunkier...a real beauty."
   "Shut up, Brad. We don't want to hear your own fantasies.
Man, did my cock get hard fast. This is great, lemme enjoy it.
What's he...? AH! HE'S GOT HIS TONGUE UP MY HOLE! Unh huh, do
that, man, pry it right open. Here, I'll help. Get in there all
the way. Oooh, eat me!"
   "That's wild!" Tony cried, his neck twisted for a good
look, staring at Glenn's mouth work. "Never seen anybody
actually suck on an asshole. Sounds real sick but it sure looks
hot and obscene."
   "It will be sick when he sucks your ugly crapper!" Brad
remarked snidely.
   "Then you don't have to watch," Tony snapped back.
   "Can't resist, buddy. It's like passing an accident. Might
be real gory but you can't take your eyes away. You're keeping
your crack squeezed tight, aren't you?"
   "Yeah. But I'm gettin' a big boner waiting for my turn."
   "Why don't you go ahead and switch, Glenn. You can go back
to Dan later. Hell, you can suck ass back and forth all day.
I'm gonna have more of that, too. But if you want Tony while
he's good and ripe, now's the time."
   Glenn gave Dan a big loud kiss on his asshole, then backed
away. "Yeah, gimme the dirty one! I don't want to miss out on
any of that hot stink. Scoot up there, Tony, and let me nuzzle
into your crack and sniff it a while."
   Glenn scooted over on his knees and got between Tony's
outstretched legs and grabbed his pale, fuzzy buns. Then he
stuffed his nose into the crease and began lewdly sniffing up
and down the straight boy's reeking buttcrack. It was moist and
humid in there and the pungent odor was strong enough it might
stink up the whole room when he pried it open. That would all
depend on whether it was from the buildup in the confined
space--in which case he'd probably inhale it all himself--or if
it was being emitted from something substantial like crusty
shit around the boy's rim or a creamy buildup caked in the
wrinkles of his anus from recently taking a shit. Either way,
Glenn loved it. He always enjoyed a more challenging cleanup
chore that took a long time to accomplish, but Tony's big
asshole would be a delight to suck on even if it wasn't very
filthy.
   "God, how can he enjoy smelling that thing?" Dan cried.
"I can smell it from here and he hasn't even spread it yet."
   "Um, are you actually saying your shit doesn't stink,
Dan?" Brad teased.
   "No. I just don't keep a bunch smeared around my hole to
advertise it!"
   "Well, you notice whose butt the kid was most anxious to
cram his face into, don't you?"
   "Yeah, but he's a queer."
   "Well, I guess that makes Tony's keester queer bait!"
   "You fuckers are just jealous cause somebody who knows how
to appreciate it is on his knees getting lots of pleasure out
of it. Either that or he's one sick puppy who likes to wallow
in filth, because my ass is dirty and he's sure sniffing it
like a dog in heat!"
   "Damn, it stinks in there!" Glenn gushed, backing off. "I
could sniff you all day, Tony, but I can't wait to taste your
crack and your asshairs and tongue the cheese out of your
wrinkles!"
   He grabbed Tony's buttocks and yanked them wide open. A
gush of rancid fumes came billowing out that would have been
horrendous to most people--including Tony if his face had been
this close--but it was that very 'boys room vulgarness' that
made it such an alluring perfume to Glenn. No longer would he
deny it...to himself or others. And definitely not at the
moment with such an opportunity to indulge himself. He thumbed
in to spread Tony's rubbery anus open and studied it.
   "Beautiful! Fat nubs, pink and brown and purple. It really
does look like some kind of weird growth full of bubbling
shitjuice ready to explode in your mouth like a balloon. And
those are definitely streaks of fresh shit inside where it's
bright pink. Nope, you didn't wipe it very good, Tony. Naughty,
nasty boy. I'll check later, but I'll bet you got a bunch of
poop in the seat of your pants. You're just lucky I showed up
when I did, fella. Get up close, you guys, and watch your
hairy-assed buddy get the shit licked from between his cheeks
and his steaming rectum tongued out by a queer who loves dirty
assholes because the smell makes his cock so hard he wants to
lick the shit off and suck more out of the hole!"
   Glenn took a deep breath, realizing he was so intoxicated
and overamped he was blathering. Before he started trying to
outrage them with more unnecessary smut, he quickly undertook
his primary mission. Let them fend for themselves. He had a
gorgeously grotesque banquet before him and he started to lick
it. As he had with Dan, but with a higher degree of passion, he
laved the deep, greasy gutter above and below Tony's ring. His
tongue dragged up the crease, flicking around the sides,
tasting every subtle change in the crude mixture of tantalizing
flavors. Fresh sweat, old juices leaking from the pores, fresh
shit and some tidbits that may have been a month old, lint from
his skid-marked underwear, and sticky little foreign objects
that clung to his asshairs. After lapping the moist crevices on
each side of Tony's hanging balls, and over the back of his
nuts, Glenn growled and attacked the big juicy hole itself and
put his depraved exhibition into full gear.
   Dan and Brad watched intently as Glenn shamelessly cleaned
the perimeter of Tony's shitty asshole, nibbled the bulbous
pouch of purple nodules that made up his pooch, then pried the
center of attraction open once more and salaciously cleaned it
out with slow, fluttering twists and probes of his born-to-the-
butt stiff tongue. No question about it. Dan and Brad clearly
saw the streaks of shit being slupped off and slurped out by
Glenn's determined licker and drawn into his mouth to be tasted
and consumed. It was the dirtiest thing they'd ever seen a guy
do. Though unquestionably the little queer's mouth was full of
Tony's shit flavor, the kid continued to drag as much as
possible from that stinking pit by thrusting his tongue up the
jock's rearend as deeply as he could and rapidly tongue-fucking
it like a lizard on speed. Up the hole, into his mouth. Coat
his tongue, taste what he found. Thrust and parry. He'd shove
in and lick around in a circle, trying to reach every available
pocket that might have some mush hding. Then he glued his mouth
over the opening and sucked Tony's shithole just because it was
so big and fleshy and nothing in the world was more exciting
than sucking another guy's asshole! Clean or dirty, shitholes
were meant to be nursed by Glenn's obsessive, loving lips.
   Tony, meanwhile, was in constant awe. He was panting and
stroking his throbbing, dripping cock, lost in the stratosphere
of calm turbulation having a guy doing between his cheeks what
no one should ever do and what he'd never imagined anyone would
do! But anybody could do that sick thing to him five times a
day and all Sunday! If he had the fucking money, he'd buy
himself a queer and give him a cot next to the toilet!
   "How's it going, Tony?" Brad finally blinked from his
trance.
   "Wunnerful!" Tony muttered breathlessly.
   "Kid lapped the shit out of ya! Dug right in and wiped it
up with his tongue and ate the streaks and chunks. It ain't
filthy no more, pal. You just had your keester reamed out by a
fruit that thinks your crap is fruity and delicious!"
   "He's wunnerful! I'm gonna....ahh..."
   Monitoring things subconsciously, Glenn was quick as a
flash and ready. He ducked down and snapped Tony's fat cock and
wrapped his mouth over the guy's pulsing knob just in time to
catch the first deluge of boiling cream shooting from the
pisshole. Several jumbo eruptions followed in quick succession
as Tony bellowed and pushed his cock back between his legs so
Glenn could get more of into his mouth. Glenn obliged, working
his mouth up the shaft, trying to give Tony as complete a
blowjob as he was able in that position, and gulping the
copious spunk down his throat.
   "I'd say he has a quick trigger, but who could take that
treatment for long?"
   "Sorta figured the kid would blow first," Brad remarked,
"when that first tang of shit hit his tastebuds. Look at the
fucking puddle of precum down there. His prick's been leaking
like a faucet the whole time. Now that's excitement. Practic-
ally a decent load and it's not even real jizz. Well, I say
let's fuck him up the butt. Ole Tony's bunghole is gaping open
so much we could probably fuck 'em both, Dan. One thing's
certain. Whoever fucks Tony won't be getting any shit on his
dick!"
   "Funny," Tony scowled as he turned and sat on the couch,
throwing his head back.
   Glenn caressed his thighs and scooched in to lazily lap
Tony's balls in a little gesture of gratitude. Then he got up
and stretched, rubbing his sore knees now that he was once
again aware of the world beyond Tony's valley of delight. He
got a leering gleam in his eyes and lewdly licked his lips.
   "That, you ignorant, pussy-whipped cretens, was yummy! Then
again, if it wasn't for straight guys a poor queen like me
would never find a nice stinky butt to wash out. I just wish
one of you had the balls to blow me. Damn, my cock's hard. Any
takers?"
   "He's going into another dream state, Dan," Brad smirked.
"Unless you wanna take him on. I wouldn't tell."
   "Like hell you wouldn't!" Dan blurted. "Not that I want to,
but I can see why a queer would. He's got a piece of meat as
good as anything we've got."
   "Thanks, fellas, but 'if you were a queer' doesn't help me
much right now. I need what they call a man. You know, somebody
fearless that knows the pleasure of going to his knees and
worshipping another man without shame. There's a whole bunch of
'em next door, but I guess I'll bend over instead and treat me
to some primitive male aggression so you can stay on top of
things, so to speak." He grinned, enjoying the good-natured
teasing.
   "In faggolese, Dan, that means he wants screwed up the
butt!" Brad snorted.
   "Why don't I lay on the floor and Brad can fuck me while
you sit on my face and I get back to that rimjob I never
finished, Dan? Then you can fuck me or I'll blow you."
   "Okay, but take it slow and easy on me. That shit's
fantastic and you'll make me shoot a load too soon. Guess I
just have an over-sensitive butthole or something."
   "Great! I'm ready to fuck anything right now!" Brad cried,
fisting his cock.
   Glenn layed down and pulled his knees back. "Anything like
this do?" He asked, pulsing his asshole in and out in blatant
invitation.
   "Well, I never turn down a twitching hole with hair around
it," he said, kneeling down. "Except men with moustaches,
maybe."
   When Glenn pouted, asking, "Aren't you gonna kiss it a
little first, baby?" Brad wiped his sticky head over Glenn's
asshole and drove about three inches up his butt! Glenn
grimaced, reminding him to take it easy at first...that wasn't
a cunt he was plowing.
   Brad winked devilishly. "Then don't give me any more sass,
cocksucker." He slowed his entry while Glenn pulled Dan's butt
down to his face and started licking it.
   Glenn relaxed quickly and Brad began screwing him faster,
steadily increasing his strokes until his entire prick was
stuffed up the boy's rectum and the fucking bell began to ring
all clear. Getting onto his toes, he soon had Glenn's legs
wrapped around his back as he plowed downward into Glenn's
warm, clutching depths. Brad loved the position because he
wanted to slam the kid. He wanted to fuck the little queer's
ass off the moment he realized Glenn was humping back, just as
hungry for Brad's meat. The only drawback was that Brad had to
twist his head to the side because straight on brought him in
too close proximity to Dan's stiff boner inches away. Any real
cocksucker fucking in that situation would be down on that cock
in a flash, blowing his buddy while he gets a buttwash. But
Brad wasn't a cocksucker. He was a straight dude who just
happened to be fucking another guy up the asshole, letting a
guy suck his dick, and letting a guy eat his ass. The way his
prick was feeling up that silky tightness, he truly wondered if
a stranger was sitting on the kid's face at the moment, would
he still be as adamant or would he go down, down, down?
   Dan was oblivious. His head was thrown back and his eyes
were closed, enjoying the sensation of that wet tongue lazily
flicking about between his cheeks and probing into the confines
of that sensitive portal hitherto reserved for flushing his
turds. The realization that Glenn was so entranced with doing
it precisely because it was his turdhole, resulted in a
constant barage of tiny electrical shivers of forbidden lust
coarsing through his naked body. He rather wished his asshole
had been as grungy as Tony's, intrigued to know whether the
weird little faggot would find his shit as enticing...or maybe
even go bonkers over it and demand some au natural! Butthole to
mouth in one filthy extravaganza of depravity!
   (Man, this gutter action is way too powerful on the senses.
I gotta get those dirty ideas outta my head before I start
suggesting really disgusting things we could make him do! Dan
thought, trying to break his train of thought. Besides, just
because the kid licks assholes that are...well, still have a
little shit on them...doesn't mean he'd want a guy to do
anything as gross as actually shit a turd into his mouth!) Dan
suddenly hopped off and got down with his head next to Glenn's.
   "I gotta know. Would you let a guy take a shit in your
mouth? Are you that dirty, that you'd let a turd slide between
your lips from some dude's asshole? I can't get it out of my
mind and I just have to know one way or the other."
   Panting from the heavy fuck he was involved in, Glenn
gasped with a breathy incomplete smile, "I don't know, depends
on the guy. You offering?"
   "No, no! I just...I don't know, forget it. I gotta go get a
drink of water."
   After Dan scurried off to clear his head, Brad chuckled. As
close as he was, he heard the entire exchange.
   "Sounds like you've been churning my buddy's bowels a
little to much down there. Gettin' heavy duty urges that'll
have dung flying everywhere before long."
   "Naw," Glenn giggled. "He's just overamped and overwhelmed.
He's just curious how far I'd actually go. Seeing me lick a
shitty asshole clean, then watching a prick up my hole and
feeling me darting in and out of his rectum obviously searching
for a taste of what's up there--and there's only one thing...
shit. I like tasting shit and his shithole is on my mouth.
Naturally he wonders what I'd do if he suddenly began to take a
dump."
   "What would you do? No, don't tell me. I don't want to
know. If you do it, I don't wanna see it. If you never have, I
don't have a doubt in the world that you will some day."
   "Fuck me, Brad! Drive that big prick up my ass and fill my
guts with gallons of hot balljuice! Then Dan can climb on and
take his mind off big steaming turds shitting into my mouth and
concentrate on normal stiff prick screwing the daylights out of
fag slutboy."
   Within a minute they were both moaning and groaning,
humping in furious unison, Brad slamming his cock viciously
into Glenn's totally receptive cockpit. Even Tony was alert and
over his exhaustion, watching them as his prick began to slowly
rise again. Dan walked in just as they bellowed out their
mutual climax and slowly wound down as their passion subsided,
leaving them dripping sweat and gasping.
   "Sounds like somebody sure got their rocks on this block!"
Dan chuckled, his fist stroking the overworked erection still
at peak engorgement.
   "You're in the saddle, pal," Brad said to him. "Trust me,
he's a better piece of ass than 80% of the cunts I've fucked.
Sloppy seconds don't mean a thing. He can clamp those muscles
around a joint and milk it 'til your teeth chatter."
   "I'm a little creaky in the joints," Glenn complained,
turning over. "Lemme get on all fours, if that's okay with you,
Dan."
   "Sure. You don't need a rest? You just unloaded. I'm
rarin' to go, but you're too cool a dude for us overdo taking
advantage of you."
   "Naw, shove it up my ass, man. Brad and Tony had ball-
shattering comes, and you need one real bad before you cream
your knuckles. My asshole's probably stretched so wide from
that porking you can slide right in before my muscles snap back
into place. Besides, I love it. Once took four guys in
succession, and came each time. Of course, all those other
queers that kept coming over and sitting on my mouth the entire
time helped a little."
   Dan eagerly got behind Glenn's butt and looked at his
asshole. It was cherry red and puffed up, and it definitely had
an open, drafty look to it. Aiming carefully, Dan shoved his
prick into the dark interior and easily sailed free. His nuts
were nuzzling Glenn's hanging balls before he felt the clench
of silky anal flesh wrap around his shaft and say Howdy!
   Glenn glanced up seeing Brad patiently kneeling there with
his slimy cock at half-hang and a gleam in his eye. Oh yes,
that's right. "Fuck my hole, Dan. Fuck it as slow or fast as
you want. Bang the crap out of me if you're borderline, or pump
my sloshy rump for the next hour. My ass is yours to use, man.
But if it'll turn your stomach or make your nuts instantly
crack, look away, because I have a prior obligation to perform
and it'll only make my juicy bung all the more eager to have
you stuffing it."
   With that, Brad scooted up until his slagging cock was
brushing over Glenn's lips. He had a prick to clean, and damned
if the fucker didn't smell delectable! There's always a
bunghole among bungholes that refreshes without fail. No amount
of fatigue or sated libido can contend with the recuperative
powers of Glenn's own essence. The smell he was inhaling rushed
to his brain. His cock began to instantly fill with pulsing
blood as the aroma he adored above all wafted up his nostrils.
Never, in all his couplings or sessions of group debauchery,
had he hesitated for a second when confronted face to face with
a cock freshly withdraw from his own rectum. Slick or caked in
filth, he always accepted a prick he'd been fuck by...into his
mouth to be sucked, licked, and thoroughly cleaned. A monstrous
glob of his creamy shit is the closest he's come to eating a
turd, but he has absolutely no qualms about mouthing his own
shit from a guy's cock. Yeah, he eats it. He eats it, and he
loves doing it. And he loves having an audience watching him!
   Brad's cock was cum drenched and covered with slimy juice
from his rectum. There was some shit on the knob and more
beneath the ridge. What you might describe as decently respect-
able for a guy to suck on from anybody's asshole, Glenn savored
the bittersweet sourness and zesty tang his rectum produced in
abundance. He gripped Brad's shaft with two fingers at the base
and lifted it so the man could observe every obscene lap his
tongue took along the sticky shaft, and every smooching
movement his mouth made as the cheesy flecks and brown shit
were kissed off the knob and dragged from the most reliable,
unfailing spot for hidden treasure...the natural shit-capturing
ridge under the cockhead.
   It was understandable that Glenn had a special attraction
to guys with fat, bulbous cock knobs. Not only were they
suckable delights, but loyal confederates in the quest to
supply a wonderful stuffing fuck while doubling as a magnifi-
cent collector of deeply entrenched goodness from upper colon
to Glenn's lips and back down again. And how those guys get a
charge out of watching him scoop that crap out from beneath and
swallow it down with wanton, unbridled depravity! Lots of guys
eat out dirty assholes, and more than a few will gladly take a
man's turd into his mouth, but there's something extra filthy
watching a cock-sucker eating his own shit from your prick with
shameless adoration!
   "That's it, dirty boy," Brad patted him on the head, "clean
that stinking meat. Hot little queer has another big cock up
his ass while he eats the shit off the first one. Then he's
gonna beg for the second one the moment it slides out of his
cum-filled cock hotel and suck it madly, desperately, hoping it
brought something nasty up from the basement--something real
nasty and brown and stinking. The stuff he makes special peanut
butter and jelly sandwiches with when nobody's looking!"
   "Jezzus, Brad!" Tony scowled, admonishing him. He'd been
standing there since Brad's cock first went to Glenn's lips. He
wanted to see him clean it off. "Sometimes I think you're more
disgusting than he is!"
   "Picturing him shitting on a piece of bread doesn't tickle
your sense of humor, hunh?"
   "It does mine," Dan surprisingly interjected with a
contented smile as he tossed his head around dreamily with his
eyes closed, swaying to the rush of sensations flowing from the
head of his cock up through his entire body as he sensuously
shafted Glenn's smooth membranes and felt the intense heat of
the rectal furnace tingling and massaging his shaft more
intimately than any orifice had ever done. Part of his silly,
detached grin was the enjoyable fantasy he was allowing himself
to indulge in. The image of his cock rummaging around Glenn's
rectum, undulating against the fleshy, living pinkness as it
moved aside when he penetrated and tightened while retreating
to keep a possessive, loving grip on his cock--pleading for a
quick return. But the naughty image he allowed with secret glee
was watching his cock at full penetration sliding along and
pushing into Glenn's deeply situated pocket of warm, sensuous,
creamy shit. Soothing his knob. Heating it. Making it stink and
trying to cling on...some of the juices going into Dan's pores.
All taking place in hidden secrecy...all purposely planned by
Dan's brain with full knowledge of his perverted desires with
no moral judgment involved. Even his shit contains intuitive
knowledge that a visitor has come to be pleasured and soothed
and coaxed into acting as a carrier to take the edge off a
craving addiction that will not abate and must be fed. He
chuckled aloud at the preposterous image of little turdballs
carrying tiny suitcases as they hop onto his prick and cling
tightly for the ride out. Yeah, they're causing all that
tingling! Little turdballs digging their nails into my shaft
and hanging on!
   "You gonna rearend him all day, Danny?" Brad nudged his
shoulder.
   "H-hunh? Oh. Wow. I can't believe I still haven't come. Is
it just me, queers in general, or does this kid have a magic
asscunt or something? I don't wanna start blowing cocks or
anything, but I could fuck Glenn every day and never miss pussy
one bit."
   "He's just a queer with an asshole, buddy. Okay, maybe a
special queer with an asshole that's got a little magic.
Alright, maybe even..."
   "WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON HERE?" Somebody bellowed from the
doorway. Startled, they all turned to see two big guys with
real angry expressions. One had a gun!
   "Hey, dudes!" Brad gushed pleasantly once he recognized who
they were.
   "Brad, you little turd, what the fuck's going on? Somebody
said they saw you going over the back fence. What'd you fuckers
do, drag him over here for a gang rape? Glenn, you okay, man?"
   Glenn nodded, with a relieved smile. Dan was frozen on the
spot...his cock still buried up Glenn's butthole, also frozen
into rigidity.
   "Glenn's perfectly delirious, as you can see, neighbors,"
Glenn chuckled. "He has a nice big cock up his asshole and a
delightfully expressive huge grin on his satisfied puss. Is
that the picture of tortured abuse, or a happy homo getting his
every wish fulfilled?"
   "Don't smart off, you prick. I'm too damned worked up for
anything but straight explanations."
   "Hmmm. Straight explanations, hunh? You would recognize
something straight if you came across it, right? I mean,
considering..."
   The growing anger on the guy's face was quickly dissolved
by the sound of Glenn's uproarious laughter. He, more than any
of them, could see the absurdity of the situation and was too
amused to break it up until absolutely necessary. But he
couldn't control his outburst any longer. He giggled and added,
"Keep fucking me, Dan. Let them work it out. We got business to
cum-clude. Jigger me innards, matey!"
   Cautiously approaching the men when the one guy let out an
exasperated sigh and his body visibly untensed, Brad stopped
halfway because he was unable to control the impulse for one
last wisecrack and he didn't care to be too close.
   "So, guys, how do you like my cock?" He gave them a huge
grin, then quickly got serious just in case. "Listen, I know
I've been a real prick to you guys all these years, and I
sincerely regret it. I had no right, no reason, no excuse
except that I'm a loud-mouthed asshole who can't think for
himself so he goes with the crowd. But I hope you've noticed I
haven't pulled that shit in well over a year. I don't expect
your forgiveness, but I'd like a truce. This..." he turned and
waved his arm toward the three naked guys, two in oblivious
rut, since Glenn was not alarmed and Dan was too hot not to
take his word for it, "is all my fault. But it's all fun and
games. I got turned on peeking through the fence at all the
butt-fucking and cocklicking and snuck over buck naked just to
see if I could get this one nasty fucking kid to lick out my
asshole. I sat on his face then I brought him home and he's
been happier than a pig in shit doing me and my buddies...
blowing, fucking, eating out dirty assholes. Well, you know him
better than we do. Does that sound like it'd be rape or
Disneyland to Glenn?"
   "Glenn, you little slut! When we realized how long you'd
been gone we panicked. And here you are peddling your itchy ass
to all the neighbor boys, teaching them filthy things and
making them crazy. Dammit, boy, you know how easy it is to turn
a straight boy's head. Brad, it's good we got here in time. Say
what you want, but two more hours and you fellows would have
cocks in your mouths and shootin' your third or fourth loads."
   "Dream on, Bozo!" Brad snorted. "I don't go that easy.
Woulda taken him well into tomorrow afternoon before I ever
sucked a guy's dick!"
   That broke the ice and made everyone laugh.
   "Hey, come in the kitchen and I'll get you guys a beer
while they finish their butthole boning in peace. Come on,
Tony. Aw, forget your fuckin' clothes. Who cares? Hey,
Peterson, you never did say whether you like my cock."
   With a big grin, his neighbor said, "Very nice. Very
suckable. Actually, though, I've been eyeing your cute butt all
these years."
   "Well, buddy, here's the straight talk. It's available, but
presently restricted to tongue action. However, in any range of
flavor you might prefer. Glenn, as you might guess, had the
Deluxe with everything on it...and that's what enticed him over
the wall."
   "Yeah, and he licked my ass inside and out and it was all
shitty!" Tony blurted.
   "Bet you tossed your marbles over that, didn't you?"
   Tony sheepishly nodded. The man with the gun brazenly got
behind Tony and pulled his buttcheek open and whistled.
"Absolutely perfect for a dungheap, Al. Add shit to this crack
and you got one mighty powerful stud!"
   "Uh, yeah, Glenn said I sure stunk, alright," Tony giggled,
"just before he licked it."
   "I'm sure. But what I meant was real power. Seductive
power. Shit on an asshole so incredibly gross as yours to start
with, and you can have any man with those tendencies at your
fucking mercy. Guys would fucking marry you, buy you yachts,
just to have that keester to come home to and bury their tired
faces in for relaxation. Even if you keep it wiped, you've got
a gold mine between your cheeks. It's not my trip, but if you
wiped after taking a dump, I'd buy you a pony just to suck it
once a week!"
   Tony laughed. Then he half whispered, "There's no shit on
it now, mister. Glenn made sure of that."
   Taking the unveiled hint, the guy knelt down and buried his
face up Tony's butt and licked the big repulsive-looking
asshole. Smiling, Tony brazenly doubled over and let the man
suck his ass as the others watched with amusement.
   "Tell you what, beanpole," Al Peterson dragged Brad's
attention away. "You loosen up enough to give me a handjob, and
I'll rim your sweet little butt with a few more years of
experience than bumboy in the other room."
   "Handjob, hunh? Fist around the old meat, pumpin' up the
jizz? Wouldn't have to learn much to carry that out, would I?
I'll shake on that. Hope you like your bungholes ripe and
hairy. Hell, for you I'll even wipe it. Oh, damn, I did say any
flavor of your choice, didn't I? I guess it's up to you, then."
   "You little snot. Do I look like a pussy to you? When I do
a man, I take him as he is. Who the hell do you think taught
Glenn everything he knows? You're dealing with the fucking
coach now, asswipe! You're not old enough to produce enough
grunge to disgust me. You'd have to be laying dead in a field
three days to stink enough for me to hold my nose. Of all the
queers on the other side of that fence, you picked the two
you'll never be able to humiliate. You just take as long as you
like to let your buttcrack fester and ripen, then give me a
call. I'll come over here, because by then the city council
probably won't let you walk the streets without passing out gas
masks. Course, I don't mind admitting a little preview would
lessen my impatience. You know, if you just happened to bend
over and find something real interesting in the linoleum to
stare at for a spell, I might suddenly get real dizzy and just
have to kneel down til I get my senses back."
   "Golly," he spun around. "Tony sure seems to find something
interesting on the floor." He bent way over, spreading his legs
and exposing his asscrack to the man. "Wonder what he's looking
at." Tony glanced over, stifling a giggle, as Brad winked at
him. Together they both got rimmed deliciously by the gun-
toting intruders--now pussycats--whose aggressiveness was all
channeled into the pink wiggly things they were inserting into
hairy young rectums destined to be the rage among the local
buttsuckers if they played their cards right and carefully
scheduled the use of Charmin!
   Screams and cries came from the living room. Distinctly
recognizable as the culmination of two heaving bodies sharing a
moment of nirvana, nobody bothered to check it out. A minute
later, however, Brad twisted his head and glanced into the
living room to satisfy his curiosity. Sure enough, Glenn was on
his knees before a wobbly-kneed, standing Dan, sucking his
juicy pecker and licking up and down a shaft that most
assuredly was a lot shittier than Brad's had been. Dan watched,
rustling the kid's hair, finding the act not the least
disgusting. His imaginary visit up Glenn's rectum had fully
prepared him for this inevitable conclusion. He watched in awe
and excitement as Glenn tongued the slop from his dripping
prick and shamelessly ate the goodly amount of crap glued
fiercely around his knob and the sides of his prick. He loved
watching the boy eating his own shit and wished it was even
filthier than it was. When it was complete, Dan leaned over and
whispered something into Glenn's ear. A burning desire he had
and a wishful, almost pleading, hope that Glenn's reply would
be affirmative. Glenn looked up at him with an Oh, you would,
hunh? smirk, and slowly nodded. They sat on the couch in a
whispered huddle until the guys came out and dragged him out
the door naked. He came over that way, he can damned well swing
his bare butt over the fence again!
   "Well, did I deliver?" Brad clapped his hands. "Was that a
shit-licking afternoon of adventure or what? Guess you got
short-changed a little, Dan. Tony and I both got rimjobs and
sucked off in the kitchen."
   "I'm satisfied. Might even get a little bonus later on."
   "What's that mean?"
   "Oh, never mind. I might tell you if it comes about."
   "Well, if it involves Glenn, it involves something filthy.
I'll use my imagination and...maybe go over some of the past
comments and conversations of the day. I'll bet I can come up
with a few speculations. Anyway, Al said any time they got a
party going on, and especially a backyard full of naked queers,
we're welcome to join in if we're in the mood for a bunch of
fags crawling over us, worshipping every part of our lovely
bodies with no obligations. See, let that be a lesson to you.
Never go around yelling FILTHY QUEERS! and DIRTY COCKSUCKERS!
cause you might lose out on a few years of hot action!"


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