Benidorm Scally Raunch Part 7
By time I got to Juan's office I was stifling a semi erect throbber in my shorts. I had no idea what to expect but I knew this much. Juan had managed to taste some of Simon's shit off my cock and told me it reminded him of his own son. His son had then sauntered past me at the pool in tiny red shorts and Juan knew I want to sniff the contents of those shorts. So when he invited me back to his office I knew I must be in for some sort of perv-tastic treat. Reaching the office door I was about to knock when I heard a sound from inside that was unmistakable. A scolding Spanish reprimand, followed by the hard slap of hand to flesh. It made my cock spasm in my shorts and I had to get in there. I knocked and heard Juan call "Come in!"
And so I did. The first thing that I noticed on entering Juan's office was the smell. The pungent odour of a teenage arse unwashed. My eyes fell to the sight on the desk. His son, who I would later learn was named Rodrigo, was on his hands and knees atop a cluttered desk. The red shorts had been pulled down to his knees and his chunky brown arse was pointed skyward, cheeks splayed open. His hairy trench was kicking up a stink that would make anyone's eyes water – he clearly hadn't bothered to shower for days. And on his arse cheeks were red palm-prints, and another was added as Juan slammed his palm hard against the soft brown skid. It sent a tremor and a wobble that made his ass-stink waft even more, filling my nostrils with its rank odour.
"You're just in time!" Juan called out. "Rodrigo here needs to learn a lesson."
"I'll say," I responded, closing the door behind me. "But what's the boy done that's so bad?"
"He stole from me. I know it's in there, I just have to find it!"
"Which?"
Rodrigo turned to me, panting, in pain, sweating. "His dildo!" he cried out. "It went too far and now he wants it back!"
So this boy had stolen his dad's dildo and shoved it so deep inside that he couldn't get it back out? I was solid. I locked the door and went straight over, falling to my knees. Up close his hole was flared and red and battered, and the smell of shit was even more overpowering.
"Jesus, this looks delicious. May I?"
"If you think it will get my dildo back then yes! Do your best. Or worst."
That was all the encouragement I needed. I dove forward, tongue first, and slid it straight into his rank winking shit-snatch. My nose rubbed on his trench as I dug deeper, his ripe walls opening around and contracting against my probing tongue. He tasted delicious. Spicy. As good or bad as he smelled. And then the further I went the more I felt it in there. The dildo was wedged in amongst his shit. I closed my lips around his puffed poopy anus and started to suck.
"That's it!" Juan moaned. "Suck my boy's shitter. Here, boy, something for you to suck too."
He lobbed out his massive brown knob and went over to Rodrigo's face. He smeared his luscious teen lips with his goo and then slid the whole length of his shaft into his son's mouth. It went down his throat and Rodrigo gagged, a strained fart escaping his hoop into my waiting my mouth. He smelled eggy and sharp, so I rubbed my nose into the hole to get more. Juan rammed his cock even further down his lad's gullet and another fart came, this time with a delicious trickle of light brown ass goo. It poured out like melted caramel and I lapped at it, tasting spices in the ass batter.
"Good boy, Rodrigo. Keep pushing for daddy and uncle."
He did as he was told, his flower in bloom with specks of shit as it unfolded. The edge of the dildo was on display in there. I reached in with two fingers and tried to grab it but just forced it further inside. I pulled my fingers out coated in his sticky ass juice and sniffed them, rubbing them on my upper lip so the smell would stay with me all day. Then I leaned in and tickled the back of his hanging balls with my tongue. His dick appeared to me the first time. Seven inches, cut, oozing with pre. I lapped at it hungrily as he gagged on his dad's cock, and then an idea occurred.
"We're gonna have to flush it out," I said. "Pass me that waste paper bin."
Smirking, edging, Juan pulled his throbbing member out of his son's throat and reached down grabbing his little trash bin. He passed it to me and I popped it under Rodrigo's ass on the floor.
"This could get messy," I said, before taking out my throbbing boner and sliding it slowly against Rodrigo's hole. It felt big and moist, his beautiful gape. And it seemed to suck me in, Rodrigo moaning in pleasure and pain as I hit the dildo and switched it on with my bell end. I didn't realise it was a vibrator, and it was now buzzing inside him, sending tremors through his colon and up into his gut. His whole ass shook and as the dildo buzzed under my helmet I relaxed, waiting for the inevitable to happen. My aching bladder began to release, flushing him with torrents of warm syrupy cum-piss.
"Oh fuck daddy he's pissing up my guts!" he cried.
"Goooood, this should teach you, boy!" Juan sneered. "Take that hot piss, I hope it floods your stomach!"
Before long it was squelching and squirting out either side of my dick. He was full to capacity.
"Right, now squat over the bin!"
I dragged Rodrigo off the table and squatted the teen over the bin, his smelly fat ass spread over the opening. "Okay," I said. "This should shift it. Push!"
And with that Rodrigo started to strain. I stepped back, wanking the last remnants of piss out of my knob as Juan squatted next to his son. He held his hand and looked him in the eyes, loving, paternal.
"Come on, son you can do it. Push!"
The most bizarre scene was unfolding before my eyes. A father holding his son's hand and coaching him through a birth. The lad's brown arse spread wider as he pushed hard. My piss, now a smoothie of shit and gut juice, exploded out of his ass. It was filling the bin, so much shit and cum and piss. The smell was like sewage, making him retch as he pushed even more out. But still the dildo wouldn't come.
"Maybe we take him to hospital..." Juan cried.
"No!" screamed Rodrigo. "The shame! No I can't! Please!"
"There is one thing that could shift," I remarked. And the most sadistic, fiendish grin crept over my face as I couldn't believe I was really entertaining the thought. I called Juan over and whispered in his ear. Juan's dick jolted immediately and he nodded, our eyes meeting, a pervy connection forging.
"Give me a second," he said. And he left the room. I grabbed the bin from under Rodrigo and in one fell swoop I turned it upside down all over his ass, coating it in his gut milkshake.
"Fuck you're so dirty! What are you going to do?"
"You'll see Rodrigo. Now sit on uncle's face."
I lay back on the floor and he squatted down over me. The smell was unbelievable as his shit and piss smeared ass enveloped my face. The most velvety pucker was opening over my nose and the vibration of the dildo deep inside him was making his dick literally pour with cum. He leaned forward and sucked my dick, tasting his shit on it and retching. I grabbed the back of his head and forced him down as he bawked, and next thing I felt was his chunder pouring out of his throat and all over my balls. His hot puke covered my entire lower regions as he continued sucking, the bitter bile making him vomit even more then eat, then vomit, then eat. The whole time his ass was prolapsing and the dildo was coming out! Joy! It was working.
But no. I didn't want it to work. If that thing came out before Juan returned then we couldn't put my nasty plan into action. So swiftly I slide it back inside, making him cry out with pain. And then the door opened and Juan had returned. Seeing and smelling the mess his son had made all over my cock balls and legs he retched.
"Rodrigo you pig, this is disgusting!"
I joked "It's about to get worse," as he handed me a pill. I grabbed Rodrigo and pulled him to face me, sliding the pill on to my tongue.
"Kiss me boy," I growled before feasting on his lips and tongue. Obscenely I slid my tongue as far into the lad's mouth, forcing the pill down his throat.
"Now suck me and your dad together, come on, rub those cocks together on your tongue!"
As Juan and I stood side by side his son did as best he could, hoovering up our dicks as Juan looked at me in amazement. We both knew it was only a matter of time before the laxative took effect. He sucked harder as he watched me and his father kiss, deep, passionate. Then he stopped.
"Oh dad..." Rodrigo whimpered. "Something's wrong... I need the bathroom..."
But before he could do anything we'd hooked him under an armpit each, hoisted him in the air and threw him back on the desk. This time he was on his back. I spread his legs and made Juan hold them back, his ankles by his ears, as I kneeled, eye to hole with him.
"No please, it will be a terrible mess!"
"Just let it go, boy," I crooned. "Push it out for me, come on. Breathe. And puuuussshhhh!"
It didn't take much pushing as Rodrigo's stomach contracted and gurgled and suddenly it looked like everything inside him was exploding out. Chunky peanut butter ass water showered my face and chest as the teen screamed in shock. And out with it came the dildo, finally dislodged. I caught it in my hand. It was still vibrating. I sucked it clean, savouring the flavour of his nasty innards, and then cruelly I jammed it back up there. It's base was sticking out of his distended hole and I started to slap it repeatedly with the palm of my hand.
"Jack your son's cock!" I growled and Juan didn't need telling twice. He tugged his lad's throbber as I whacked that dildo harder and harder until bingo. Rodrigo shot a hot white load all over his rank shit and puke-smeared chest. I got up there and licked it off as I jerked my cock over his ruined hole, coming all over his rosebud.
"My turn!" Juan said, before squatting over his son's face. "Eat your papa!" he cried out as I jerked him off over Rodrigo's chest. Rodrigo dove in, sucking on his dad's hairy shitty anus, sucking the flavour out for all it was worth. It didn't take long for Juan to blow, and when he did it was twelve full torrents of cum that literally covered my face. I laughed in delight, sucking the cream off his dick and his boy's tits.
He leaned forward and kissed me, tongues deep, full on French kissing as Rodrigo sat up in a state of shock.
"Dios mio!" he cried out, looking down at the mess.
I laughed, patted him on the back and turned to leave the office. I looked down and realised I was plastered in puke and shit yet again. This holiday was turning into a nightmare for my cleaning bill. Slipping out of sight, I headed up the stairs back to my room, and as I got to my floor I noticed something very interesting. There was a family checking in just across the hall.
Mixed race chavs, the mum all blinged up with a terrible weave, the dad a fat waste of space... but their sons, identical twins, probably about sixteen... once I laid my eyes on them I couldn't look away. And they were looking right back...
To Be Continued
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