BIG SKY BUDDY

BIG SKY BUDDY -- PART 1

Montana is one of those places where the sky is so big and blue, the vistas so broad and expansive, that you feel like you're as far away from it all as it is possible to be in this day and age. I've always liked Montana. I feel like I'm in another world whenever I'm there. I visit there every year for two weeks just to get my head clear. On my last trip, I was truly in another world. Here is the story.

I had just left Missoula that Saturday morning on my way to Anaconda to visit with a friend I had made on a previous trip to the state. We were going to travel together into Utah to take in a bit of the scenery, do some hiking, and relax a bit before I had to get back to the hectic city life.

About an hour and a half out of Missoula I heard a clacking sound coming from underneath the hood of my rental car. I stopped along the side of the road to check it out. I got out of the car, turned off the motor, opened the hood, and peered inside, knowing full well that I was not only piss poor at mechanics, but even if I could spot the trouble that there was little or nothing I could do about it. Sure enough, I could see nothing that could have made the noise. I thought that starting the car again might help me find the problem, but as I turned the key in the ignition, nothing happened. I tried again . . .and again . . . and again. Nothing. Fuck! Here I am in the middle of nowhere with a broken down rental and no cell phone.

There was only one alternative. I would have to leave the car and hitch a ride into the next town for help. I sat on the back of the car, admired the scenery, and put out my thumb. After about an hour, and what seemed like a hundred passersby, I began to get discouraged. What the fuck? Why wasn't anybody stopping? Maybe people were so jaded today that they were afraid to pick up a hitchhiker. I had an idea!

I opened the trunk and reached into my bag. I pulled out a novel that I had been reading at night to relax before bed. Maybe if I looked more intellectual, people would think I was a safe bet. It was worth a try.

Some try! It seemed like another hundred cars passed by without so much as a look. I was beginning to get desperate. As I watched a black BMW pass me by and head on out towards Anaconda, I heard the sound of tires on gravel behind me. I turned around and saw a Bronco 4X4 Sport slowly pulling up behind me.

"Need a lift, buddy?" came a voice from the vehicle.

"Yeah! My rental broke down and I don't have a phone. Do you?" I said as I walked over to see who had come to my rescue.

"No, buddy, sorry. But I can give you a lift if you need one."

I looked inside the cab and saw that the voice came from a tall, slim man in his 40's. I remember the first thing that struck me was his eyes. Black like coal. Like there was nothing but pupils. Like eyes on opium. He had soft salt and pepper hair that framed his masculine face and set off the eyes.

"Yeah! I guess I do need one if you don't mind." I said.

"I don't mind. Always glad to help out."

"Let me get my stuff and I'll be back." I replied.

"No problem, I'll be here."

I got my things, opened the passenger door, and hopped in the cab.

"Sorry I didn't introduce myself before. My name is Matt."

"Buddy." He replied.

"Nice to meet you and what a fuckin' lifesaver you're turning out to be. Where are you from Buddy?"

"Butte."

As we made the customary small talk, I couldn't help keeping my eyes from following the line of his chest down to his stomach and into the bulge between his legs. Watching his hands on the wheel, his foot as it pressed the metal. The more I sat in the cab with him and talked, the more I realized what a hot fuckin' man this was. He had an intensity that I couldn't quite put my finger on. It was like you could sniff it in the air. The line of his slim body didn't stop at his crotch but went down his legs and to his feet. I always had liked slim guys and this fucker was beginning to get me horned up. Adding to the feeling was a faint smell I couldn't quite identify, but that was definitely male.

After about thirty minutes down the road, Buddy turned to me and said, "There's an old service station up here in a minute. It's closed now but the toilets are still there and some kids must have busted off the doors. I've got to stop and take a piss."

"OK, I could take a leak, too."

Sure enough, the station was there. The restroom was around the back. The place had been used a lot and with no one to clean it anymore, the smell of stale piss was strong. Buddy walked in and went to the first urinal. There were two. Being a little shy, I stood back against the open door.

"Thought you had to piss, too" he said as I heard his zipper go down.

"Yeah. I thought I'd wait for you to finish."

"There's a perfectly good urinal here guy. Don't wait for me."

I walked up to the urinal and heard the first splashes of Buddy's piss hit the porcelain. Buddy must have been holding his load for a while because the stream was hard and I could smell the acrid aroma as his spray splashed in the bowl. I could also see what was the most beautiful fuckin' cock I had ever seen between his fingers and thumb. A perfect fuckin' cock shootin' a hot stream of man piss for me to see. I got so lost in the sight and smells that I didn't realize that my own cock was stiffening and I had not started to piss yet.

"Hey Matt, looks like you're piss shy." He had a grin on his face that was too hot. He knew I was looking as his cock and the yellow juice it was squirting. "And that dick of yours is growin' too guy."

His piss was still coming out strong and hard. I was like getting heady off the smell of piss and seeing his beautiful fuckin' cock. As he pissed I could see the knob of his pecker begin to swell and the shaft push farther and farther through his thumb and fingers. When the last drops of his man juice stopped flowing, he pulled the skin back and forth toward the head slowly while his coal black eyes looked so deeply into mine that I lost consciousness of who I was and where I was. Before I knew what was happening, I was on my knees licking the urinal where Buddy's piss was still warm. I could see the pubes of many a guy who had stopped to take a piss on this lonely stretch of highway, I could see and taste the now orange remnants of their piss, but I couldn't let this guy standing there watchin' me's piss go to waste. I buried my head in the bowl and lapped up his juice like I was a fuckin' dog. I don't know why I didn't care, but I didn't. All I could think about was the taste of Buddy's fuckin' dick juice, wishin' I had made a move earlier and got it straight from his tube.

BIG SKY BUDDY -- PART 2

Looking up from the urinal, I discovered that Buddy must have replaced his dick since I saw the quick outline of the back of his body as it passed out of the bathroom door.

"Shit, what the fuck am I doing!? This guy is my only way of getting to the next town. I don't even know the guy and I'm fuckin' lickin' a dirty urinal to taste his piss. God only knows what he's thinking. I don't even know what the fuck I'm thinking!"

I scrambled to my feet, shoved my still hard cock back into my pants, and zipped up as I heard the sound of the Bronco starting up. I bolted for the door fully expecting to see Buddy taking off and leaving this friggin' pig stranded.

"Fuck! All my things are in the back of his cab."

When I rounded the corner from the back of the station, however, I saw that the passenger door of the Bronco was open and Buddy was waiting inside. Sheepishly I climbed back into the cab and shut the door.

Buddy took off down the road. We sat in silence. I didn't know what to say. I looked over at him to see what he was going to do or say, but he just kept looking ahead at the road.

"What is he thinking?," I thought. "Shit, I've really blown it."

It went on this way for what seemed to be an eternity, but which in reality was only a few minutes. Then, unexpectedly, as we turned a bend in the road, there before us was a large and busy truck stop. It would have all the necessary facilities to tow my rental car and/or repair it if necessary. I could call the rental agency from here and maybe get a replacement. Whatever . . . the ride with Buddy was ending.

Without a word, Buddy pulled into the parking area, stopped the Bronco, flipped my bag from the back seat of the cab into my lap with one quick motion, and said, "Later, guy." Not so much as a word or a glance had transpired between us since I looked into his deep black eyes at that urinal. I placed my hand on the door handle, and with a quick pull and a slam . . . Buddy was gone.

"Can you fuckin' believe that?," I thought. "Whoa!!!"

But, I didn't have the luxury of dwelling on what had just happened over the course of the last hour. Not right then at least. I saw some pay phones near the gas pumps, walked over to them, and put in 35 cents. I called the 800 number on the Hertz rental card.

"Hello, thank you for calling Hertz," a voice answered.

"Hi, my name is Matt Black, and I rented one of your cars. It has broken down somewhere between Missoula and Anaconda, Montana. I had to leave it on the side of the road and get to the nearest phone to call you. I'm calling from a truck stop about thirty minutes or so from Missoula. Is there anyway to replace the car, or what should I be doing?"

"Yes, Mr. Black, we can replace rental cars that break down, but where you are now it's not going to be easy. Or maybe I should say it's not going to be quick. I can authorize the service department there to tow the car in and repair it if it is something minor, or dispatch a replacement in case it's something more serious. In the latter event, I can have a car to you by tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow morning!? There isn't any place to stay here!"

"I'm sorry Mr. Black. It's the best I can do."

"I know. I know. I'm just freaking out a bit. Tell you what. Let me let you talk to the service department here like you said, I'll go back with them to find the car, and if worse comes to worse, I can crash in it tonight."

"OK."

"Do you have a name and extension where they can reach you?"

"Yes. My name is Diane, and my extension is 3669."

"Thanks Diane."

"You're welcome, glad to help."

I walked over to the main door of the truck stop and went up to the service counter. "I'm sorry, but my rental car broke down about thirty minutes up the road towards Missoula. Is there anyway to get it towed here for repairs?"

After negotiating the arrangements, I found myself heading back toward Missoula to get the car. Other than a brief thought or two about how I hoped the car was still there and all right, I began to think about Buddy. What a hot fuckin' man! Even though I was a bit embarrassed by all that had taken place at the old service station bathroom, I found the whole experience turning me on again, big time, as I rode up the highway in the cab of the tow truck.

The mechanic driving me was a fairly good looking man but he didn't keep much of my attention. He was about 30 or so with dark black hair and brown eyes. Good enough body I guess, what I could see of it in his overalls. He had the habit of keeping his free hand on the back of the seat almost to the point of having it behind me. He did have a nice body odor that was fueling a fire between my legs. All I could think of, though, was Buddy's big beautiful cock, how hot it looked starting to get hard, the taste of Buddy's piss, and how fuckin' nasty it was to lap it up out of that dirty, stinking urinal. I wondered how many men had taken a piss in it. Too bad I had to blow it with him.

I began to fantasize about how good it would be to have that dick in my mouth and feel the warm strong flow of his piss fillin' up my gut. Fuck yeah! I felt my pecker swelling in my pants. Too bad this guy sitting next to me was working to help me get my car back in shape, because I was getting horny enough to come on to him. No, I couldn't take the chance of barking up the wrong tree a second time. I really would be shit out of luck. My mind drifted back to Buddy. I knew there was nothing I wouldn't have done for that guy if he had wanted it. I would have even . . .

"Is that it?" the driver asked suddenly.

I came to my senses and saw my rental coming up on the left. Thank God, it looked all right.

"Yeah, that's it?" I replied. And that wasn't all. Parked a little ways behind it was a Bronco 4X4 Sport.

We pulled up, the mechanic got the keys from me, immediately walked over to the car, lifted the hood, and began to inspect it. I walked over to the Bronco, looked into the cab, and saw Buddy. Too fuckin' much!! His lean body was dressed in jeans and white briefs pulled all the way down around his ankles. An off-white V-neck T-shirt covered his chest and stomach. I could see the hard nipples of his tits outlined in the soft fabric. I could see his fully erect cock and balls. I could see his fingers and thumb slowly pushing the skin back and forth toward the end of his pole and his nut sac moving up and down between his legs as he stroked. He spread his legs a little wider and I once again noticed the white briefs around his ankles. I could now see a nice fuckin' skid mark in the fold. The sight made my cock hard as a rock. I wanted to get down on my knees and sniff that brown mark Buddy had made. Then, I wanted to see, better yet, get a taste of where it had come from.

I leaned my head a little farther into the cab for a better look. Buddy took his hand off his boner, reached over in the passenger seat, took out a Winston from its pack, lit it, leaned back in the seat, lifted his left hand and placed it behind his head as he began to smoke the cigarette. There it was again. The smell I had faintly noticed when I was riding with Buddy before now became clear. Out of his left pit came the musky smell that only a man can make. Better to me than any fuckin' drug. Buddy's sniff was strong and earthy. I was fuckin' on fire!!!!

But, the mechanic was right there under my hood, not more than 20 feet away. What the fuck could I do?

I sniffed the air slowly and deeply, eyes closed, intoxicated by Buddy's scent. After a moment, I opened my eyes and saw Buddy inhaling from a bottle of poppers. He opened his dark black eyes, looked deeply into mine, made a snorting sound, and grinned.

BIG SKY BUDDY -- PART 3

"I knew you were a real fuckin' pig back at the station," he said. "I knew you'd have to come back for the car, so I came here waitin'."

Buddy cut a long, loud fart in the cab of the Bronco. It was so powerful that I swear I could see his ball sac vibrate from the force of his ejection. The strong, shit-tinged smell wafted up and consumed me. I sniffed the air greedily, taking in the almost wet aroma. It was a heavy fuckin' helping of manstink coming straight from the shit chute of this hot fuckin' stud. All I could think about was having my face hole wrapped around his pucker, feeling and tasting his gas as he blew my cheeks out like a sail.

"Mr. Black!" The words echoed like I was in a dream. "Mr. Black!" It was the mechanic calling out from under the hood.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"Think I've found your problem!"

"Just a minute, I'll be right there!"

I looked back at Buddy and said, "I'll be right back, stay put."

The mechanic indeed had discovered the problem and explained that he would have to tow the car back to the truck stop. It couldn't be repaired on the spot. He asked who the person in the Bronco was, and I told him it was the guy who gave me a lift to the truck stop; that he was concerned about me and had come back to make sure everything was all right.

"Nice guy, huh?" the mechanic offered.

"Yeah, you can definitely say that." I replied grinning inside.

"Before we go though, I have to take a dump. I've felt like I had to go since we got here, and I don't think I can wait another half hour. I'll be back in a minute."

The mechanic turned and walked toward a fairly large clump of bushes and trees about 50 yards from the highway. I returned to the Bronco.

"Where's he goin'?" Buddy asked.

"Gotta take a shit," I answered.

Buddy grinned.

I knew what I had to do. He came to see what kind of pig I was, and I was going to show him. I turned from the Bronco and started to follow the steps of the mechanic.

As I left the side of the highway, I could see the mechanic just disappearing into the thicket. I walked slowly and as silently as possible. I was taking a big risk here. No telling what this guy would do if he caught me doing what I was about to do.

As I entered the thicket, I could hear the sound of fabric rustling. I stopped, crouched down, and through a small opening in the bushes saw the mechanic slipping his overalls down around his ankles. He had found his latrine.

With his overalls down, I could see that he had a good body. Quite a bit more muscular than it appeared when clothed. He had a smooth chest with eraser nipples and a black mat of hair that began at the navel, surrounding his prick like a fuckin' nest, and, as he made the first attempt to dump his load, I could see that the black hair continued in between his crack and down his legs. I was getting fuckin' hot anticipating watching this guy take a shit. I was getting even hotter thinking about what was going to come next.

The mechanic was having a hard time finding a way to shit with the bulky overalls hanging down around his ankles. Too much fabric, he ran the risk of shitting on his clothes. He stood up and began to slip the overalls over his work boots until he was standing there in the warm summer light wearing only the work boots, work socks, and a stained pair of old briefs pulled down well below his knees. Again, he squatted, this time free of all that material, and began to grunt low grunts. I was lucky. He had squatted with his face away from me so I could remain unseen. The big advantage to his position was that I had a ringside seat for the action about to take place at his shitter.

He seemed to be having a bit of a time grunting out dinner for someone who had to go so badly, but I was enjoying the show. The grunts he was making were almost animal-like, and I could feel my cock begin to drip in my pants. I unzipped my fly, pulled out my meat, and began to pull my pecker watching this guy working out his load.

There it was! In that mat of hair around his pucker, I was surprised that I could see his ass lips peering out from inside the bush. His turd tube extended almost three fuckin' inches from the hair, soft and pink, getting bigger and wider, glistening with ass slime so that it actually shined in the light. Too fuckin' hot!!

Then I saw it. The tip of his turd began to slide slowly out of his shit chute. He was grunting hard and the glistening dump moved inch by inch into the fresh Montana afternoon. It made a sizzling-like sound as it came out for air. It was a fuckin' man-sized piece of turd meat. It still was coming out of his hole, striking the forest floor, and wrapping back up on itself in a neat little pile. A perfect package for this pig.

He pinched off the first turd. It was about 8 inches long and as big around as a nice sized dick. I could see another tip poking out of his asshole. The second turd was softer, lighter brown, and not nearly as long or wide, but it looked so fuckin' good exiting that mechanic's tail pipe that I actually felt drool slipping out from my lips. My dick was dripping. I fingered the juice from its tip and brought it to my mouth. I was gonna get some tastes later, I was sure, but right now, watching the mechanic take his dump, my own taste was the first course.

Fuck, it's over!! The mechanic looked around for something to wipe his ass. He had must have forgotten to bring something to clean his hole. (Oh, fuck! Wish I could use my mouth to clean this fucker up!) He looked around for a good minute, I thought he might even see me, but he didn't. Then, he took off his left work boot, removed his sock, and wiped the shit off his pucker with it. He tossed the sock, replaced his shoe, put on his overalls, and started back to the highway.

I hated to leave the sight of this mechanic's dump and shit covered sock lying on the ground in front of me, but I had to take care of business. Stuffing my cock back in my pants, I exited the thicket and waited for the mechanic. As he came out of the bushes, he saw me standing there.

"Hey, what's up?" he asked a bit surprised.

"You had a good idea. Thought I'd better take a piss before we headed back," I replied.

"Meet you back at the truck."

"Oh, I needed to tell you. My buddy in the Bronco said he'd give me a lift back to the truck stop. He wants to visit some."

"O.K. Fine by me. I'll tow the car back and meet you there. And be careful if you go into the woods there to take your leak. Don't step in my shit!." (Little did this guy know. Stepping in his shit was not what I had in mind.) With that he turned around, walked back to the truck, and began to hitch up my rental.

I walked into the thicket and found the objects of my desire. There on the fallen pine needles was the mechanic's hot dump with the wipe rag beside it. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled over to the prize. Like a fuckin' animal sniffin' a carcass, I put my nose first in the sock that had cleaned up the mechanic's butt hole. To my delight, it not only smelled like his gut product, but had the scent of ripe fuckin' working man's feet. I inhaled long and deep, not touching it, but poised over it like a Retriever pointing out the kill.

I heard the sound of the truck taking off.

After a few minutes of savoring the mechanic's foot stink and ass hole wipe, I turned my attention to his big fuckin' piece of turd meat lying a couple of feet away. Again, without touching it, I sniffed at it like it was new money. It was a healthy pile of shit that mechanic had pumped out. The aroma was still strong. I had to have a taste. I moved my mouth down to the shit pile and licked the bigger turd like it was ice cream. Mmmm. I was fuckin' in heaven. His gut meat was still warm. I must have licked on that log for ten minutes, building layer upon layer of taste on my tongue.

"Pick it up!" I heard a voice say.

I turned around and there was Buddy. I don't know how long he had been there, but I was super fuckin' glad he was. He had his pants down and was playing with his fuckin' "A" , big, beautiful cock. I was enjoying my prelude with the mechanic's turd, but the real object of my desire was this guy, Buddy.

"Pick it up!" he repeated.

I didn't need any more prompting than that. I picked up the bigger turd in my hand and straightened it out so that it looked like a cock. Then , I slipped four or five inches of that man log into the toilet hole in my face. I sucked that turd like a cock, looking directly into those coal black eyes that watched down from above me. I could feel the brown slime coating the rim of my lips. I could see the grin from behind the hand that held his poppers. Buddy knew he was looking at a real fuckin' pig.

After I sucked the big log for a while, I placed it back on the floor of the thicket and picked up the sock. I held it up to my nose and took in great big whiffs of the manstink. I was getting fuckin' high. I slipped the end of the sock over Buddy's hard dick. I slipped my mouth over the sock; stuffing my mouth full. I could taste the mechanic's sock juice and shit. Buddy began to pump my face slowly. I felt his cock sliding back and forth under the now wet sock. Feeling Buddy's fuck pole in my mouth, and tasting the mechanic.

Suddenly the sock began to get warm, and I could feel the movement of liquid between the weave of the material. Yes!!! I was getting a taste of that dick juice that I had wanted so badly at the service station earlier. And what a fuckin' taste it was. I've never had piss that tasted so good (and I've had a lot of piss). It was strong and thick, it was all I wanted to drink. And I wanted it unadulterated by the mechanic's taste.

I pulled off of Buddy's cock, flung the sock away from his dick, and shoved my mouth back over the head of his prick to drink. His warm piss stream splashed my face and chest. He was fuckin' full, but even in the midst of drinking his juice I knew I was gonna want more. When the stream stopped, I did want more. So, I picked up the sock, now soaked with Buddy's piss mingled with the mechanic's foot stink and hole wipe, and I fuckin' laid there on the ground suckin' that sock clean. Lookin' up at Buddy lookin' down at me.

BIG SKY BUDDY -- PART 4

This fuckin' pig was getting hot! After I worked on that mechanic's sock for a while, I pulled it out of my mouth and was determined to get more of a taste of Buddy. All the while he had just stood there watching me, grinnin', smoking a Winston Light, and sniffing his poppers. He was fuckin' getting off on the show. Now it was time for him to be a fuckin' part of it.

"You are one nasty fucker, you know that don't you?" he said smiling.

"Yeah, Buddy, a real fuckin' pig!" I answered.

"Fuck yeah! Um Hm! I want you on this shit hole of mine. You want that guy? Hmm?"

"Yeah! Fuck yeah!"

Buddy lifted his left foot and untied his sneaker. He slipped it off and tossed it to the ground. I rose to my knees and crawled over to the shoe placing my nose deep inside the opening to get at his whiff. MMM! It was fuckin' made for my nose. It wasn't nearly as strong as the mechanic's sock smell, but it had a quality sniff that made my fuckin' head blow wide open.

I took the sneaker in my hand, placed it over my face, and tied the laces around my ears to keep it in place. I took long, deep sniffs of Buddy's foot stink. Getting fucking higher all the time. I sniffed and watched as he lifted his right foot, took off his other sneaker, and tossed it beside me. He knew I would find a use for it. I took that sneaker and placed it over my stiff cock. I could feel the warmth and moistness of Buddy's foot on my dick now, and all the time I was fuckin' sniffin' the same odor I was feeling on my cock.

As I played with his foot whiff, Buddy slowly pulled down his jeans revealing that grade A cock of his in its full glory. I could see that his nut sac had a real nice hang, and that his shaft was straight as an arrow. And my fucking mouth was gonna be its quiver! He stood there in the warm Montana summer watching me now in nothing but his old v-neck t-shirt and his boot socks. It was time for me to strip. I could tell this was gonna get messy.

I took off his shoes, all my clothes, laid on my back, and waited for the first look at this dude's pucker. I didn't have long to wait. Buddy walked over, put one foot on either side of my shoulders and squatted with his shit chute about four inches from my face. I lifted up my head to get my mouth on his hole when, suddenly, he blew a huge blast of gut gas right into my waiting mouth. He got up slightly from his squat and I could see that he was looking to see if anything had come out. I had felt a moistness and tasted his ass slime, but it appeared nothing more had exited his pucker.

He moved his hole back to my mouth. Once again I lifted my head and had the tip of my tongue in the soft wad of his shitter when Buddy cut another fart. This one even harder that the last. I felt his ass lips vibrate like a balloon losing its air. I tasted the hot gas on my tongue, and I felt a small nickle-sized piece of gut meat shoot into my toilet mouth.

He turned around again, knowing that this time he had blown out a turd. He was grinning again. I laid there and rolled his shoot on my tongue, letting him see it in my mouth, licking it and tasting the bitter taste of the fruit of this hot fuckin' man's buttload. Then I chewed it, letting him see his man waste sticking in my teeth, my spit turning nice and brown for his amusement. Then I swallowed his shit, opened my mouth to show him it was gone, and whimpered like a dog begging for more.

"Um Hm! Oh, Yeah" he said looking at me deeply with those eyes of his, and he placed his hole back on my face.

This time he held his hands on either side of his cheeks and stretched his butt hole wide. I placed my lips around his chute and blew air up inside what I hoped was gonna be my dinner chamber. I could tell that he was fuckin' getting off on this. I continued to blow until I could feel the force of the shit breath he had helped me make began to come back into my own mouth. Then, I pulled off his pucker as he held it in for just a moment (Buddy knew what to do). I positioned my mouth at his ass hole and POW! he fucking let me have it. Another small turd shot out and past my lips. His ass slime sprayed my face. I could feel it wet and silky all around my mouth. My face was moist with his chute juice. I was smellin' the deepest part of this guy's bowels, and all I could think of was how much I wish I could fuckin' crawl up into this fucker's man cavern. Too fuckin' hot!

I was about to go for the small turd that missed my mouth, but instead I felt the soft tip of a shit log on the side of my cheek. I wasn't gonna pass this up. I moved my mouth back to Buddy's hole just in time to feel the turd inch its way into my mouth. It was soft and long. Buddy pinched it off about three and a half inches in length and pulled up a little. I took the turd out of my mouth with my right hand, slipped my hand through Buddy's legs, and smeared my dick with his hot dump. I slicked my pole up with relish while I watched Buddy's hole opening up again.

"Fuck yes!" I screamed. "Fuck yeah! Feed this fuckin' pig!"

"You like that, huh buddy?" he said. "You like Buddy's fuckin' shit!"

All the while his hole was opening wider and I could see the tip of another turd exiting this guy. I opened my mouth, and this time the log came out fast, filling my mouth in what seemed like all at once, and then his turd folded back on itself. He pinched it off. It must have been about eight inches, four of which filled my mouth and the other four were lying in a pile across the side of my left cheek. I could feel it warm and soft, steamin' on my face. I thought [guys who aren't into shit can't even imagine how fucking hot this feels]. The whiff was strong, and I could see where his gas blast had gotten its flavor. It wasn't the first turd I had ever had in my mouth, but, combined with how hot I thought this dude was, I can honestly say there has never been better dump meat in my mouth.

I felt the first flow of warmth on my now shit coated dick. I could see the golden stream striking it between Buddy's legs. I got off on watching how the piss and shit mingled to make a coffee colored liquid that ran up and down my shaft, dripped between my legs, and began to pool on my stomach. Buddy pulled away from my mouth and stood over me splashing me with his piss. He knew he had a real pig now. I pulled my right hand off of my cock and began to lick and suck my fingers like they were cock. I was heady on the smells and tastes of this man I had only met this morning. I may not have known Jack-shit about him when I got up this morning, but I was sure fuckin glad to know him now. Better yet, to sniff and taste him. And I had only begun to show Buddy what a pig bud this boy could be.

BIG SKY BUDDY -- PART 5

Buddy's piss was a long, hard one. From behind his back he pulled out an empty Big Gulp cup, aimed his cock head into it, and began to fill it up. The sound of his piss filling the cup made me even hotter. His turd in my mouth was filling my head with very primitive thoughts and urges. I wanted it all. Piss, shit, cum, spit, anything that came from this fuckin' stud I wanted to taste, and I wanted to taste it now!

It's funny how sex creates a certain psychic rapport between the partners. As soon as Buddy had finished pissing in the cup, he brought it to his lips, shot me a quick look, and began move his tongue around in his closed mouth to produce his choice spit. Then, as if he had read my pig mind, he began to spit copious amounts of his mouth juice into the cup. The sight of his spit roping into the piss-filled Big Gulp was too fuckin' hot. I wanted a taste.

I plopped his turd from my mouth onto the forest floor. Getting up and onto my knees, I knelt before him with my eyes glued to his mouth and licking my shit covered lips. He responded by moving his face toward mine and moving his closed mouth from side to side in order to make more saliva. I opened my mouth wide.

After a minute, Buddy moved his mouth close to mine and slowly let the spit fall like viscous ropes into my face hole. I could feel it thick and wet as it slid between my lips. I licked it around in my mouth trying to taste it over the taste of his gut meat, but in vain. The taste of his shit was still too powerful. Still, the idea of his spit in my mouth was enough to shoot me up to a new level of horny.

Breaking the silence he said, "Get on your back!" I did. He placed the cup in one hand and lifted it up to his face. "Could he be into his own piss?" I thought. Then he brought his left forefinger to his left nostril, blocking off the passage. He blew hard once over the open cup. Nothing. As I watched curiously, he blew again and again, first out of his left nostril and then from his right. Each time he blew, I eagerly looked for something to come out. A few times I was rewarded by seeing a quick blast of snot exit from his nose. He was making me a fuckin' stew! A real fuckin' Buddy stew!!

When he had finished the brew, he walked over to his discarded pants and pulled out what I recognized as the end tip of an enema bag hose. He handed it to me with a grin. I guess he figured I could find something to do with it. I took it and reached for the Big Gulp. He obliged by giving it to me. I set the cup beside me, and put the enema tip between my lips, laid on my back with my face up towards the warm, summer Montana sky.

Buddy didn't need prompting. Once again Buddy moved his man hole over my face and slid his chute down over the tip protruding from my lips. I blew my toilet breath into his rectum, slid the tip out of his shitter, and placed my lips around his pucker. Buddy blasted my mouth with gas again and again. I couldn't get enough. Or could I?

Reaching over for the cup filled with Buddy's piss, spit, and snot, I brought it to my lips. I took a mouthful. I was surprised that I could taste the mingling flavors and feel the textures of each ingredient. I wanted to swallow and get it inside me so badly, but I had something even better in mind.

With my mouth full of his stew, I placed the enema tip back between my lips. Buddy was instinctual. He slid his asshole back onto the tip, and I blew the contents of my mouth into his now-vacant cavern. I pulled the tip from the chute, but before I could get my lips back to home plate, Buddy blew his soup all over my face. My dick had never been harder. It felt like it would shoot by itself.

"NO!!" I thought, "This is not the time to shoot. I'm liking this too fuckin' much!"

I filled my mouth again, Buddy slid back onto the tip, and I blew his stew in once again. This time when I pulled out the tip I was able to get my mouth in position. Buddy let go with his man brew straight into my hungry mouth. I could feel the small balls of turd that were left in his ass and that were now being cleaned out with this special enema. I swallowed the mix like I drink piss. I got it all.

Again I worked the procedure. This time Buddy stood up a little so he could watch as he blasted my face with his ass fill. He was getting off on slopping this pig. And this pig was certainly happy with what he was being fed.

BIG SKY BUDDY -- PART 6

I was fuckin' getting beyond hot! I have always been a pig. So much of a pig that I rarely ever got fucked. I always wanted to use my time with a guy for other things. That rarely was a problem for them. But this fucker was one of those men you just have to get their dick up your ass!

Buddy, though, had hardly touched my body once while we played. This man just wanted a pig's service and nothing else. But, I wasn't going to pass up the chance to feel his cock inside me.

"Fuck me!" I said suddenly before I knew what I was saying.

"What?" Buddy grinned.

"I want you to fuck me!" I answered pulling my legs up toward the big Montana sky.

Buddy stroked his cock slowly with his right hand, standing over me and looking at the pig lying there begging for his pole in his butt.

Buddy knelt down, spit a wad into his left hand, and began to lube up my waiting hole. He fingered the pucker and then slid into the chute. I couldn't believe how fuckin' good it was to have this man's finger in me, and I couldn't wait until what I was feeling was that piece of meat I had admired (in every sense of the word) for the last hour or so.

I felt him exit my chute, spit another wad, and, then, two fingers slid up inside me. It was making me even hotter thinking how good his cock was going to feel.

And it did!

From the second Buddy slid his piece into me; I was, like, in drugged state. He split my hole with a sharp shot of pain, but I wanted it, was getting it, and was watching his face and chest intently as he plowed my ass. I could see the sunlight sparkle in the silver of his hair.

I lost track of the time and my own consciousness until I began to hear Buddy's orgasm building. He shouted as he filled me with his warm cum. The sensation caused my cock to explode, shooting my load all over my face and chest. I had not shot that hard since I was a teen.

Buddy pulled out, produced a towel out of a backpack that he had brought from the Bronco. He wiped his face and chest. I sat up and cleaned what was left of his cum and my butt slime off his cock with my mouth. Tossing the towel to me with a grin, he began to pick up his clothes and slowly put them back on.

As I wiped the excess of our labor from my face and skin, I watched his slim, masculine body intently as he dressed. My eyes moved from his feet up to his salt and pepper hair and back again. I took in every inch of this guy. I felt like an archeologist discovering some rare and fascinating find.

"This is one hot fucker!" I thought. I wanted to watch him more; the way he moved, the way he held his cock, the way he smoked, the way his dark eyes penetrated the soul, the way his grin sent perverse shots of pig thoughts through my fuckin' mind. I couldn't think of anything I wouldn't do for Buddy. Whatever limits I might have, he could collapse in time.

I had never been with a man who seemed to be into sex as intensely as Buddy, and that intensity made me feel like I was really one hell of a good time; made me feel like discovering new ways to please. To think that this morning I didn't even know he existed! Just goes to show, you never know what's around the next corner.

"Here," Buddy interrupted my thoughts, "hold this while I take a piss." Buddy stood there holding his cock before zipping his jeans.

"Hold it?" I said quizzically. "I don't want to hold it," I added with a grin. Buddy returned the smile.

I moved over a knelt before that hot fuckin' pecker of his and put the tip of it in my mouth. The softness of his head felt good against my lips and tongue, like it belonged there. I wanted to take a little bit more of Buddy away with me . . .in me.

I felt the first splash of his warm piss hit the back of my throat. I felt the surging current of Buddy's dick stream spinning his golden liquid in my mouth like a whirlpool. The strength of his flow and the feel of his dick juice was making my head spin again. Even in the midst of trying to swallow, so as not to miss a single drop, all I could think of was that I wished this quenching might never stop. But, stop it did.

"Time to get back to the Bronco," Buddy said as he zipped up. He lit up a cigarette and smoked it while I finished cleaning myself off and got dressed.

"Ready?" he inquired as I finished tying the last of my sneakers.

"Yeah, I guess," I answered.

Buddy picked up the backpack, and we both walked back to the Bronco.

"Thanks guy!" I said.

Buddy merely grinned and walked on silently.

Uncomfortable with the silence, I awkwardly blurted out, "Are you married or anything?"

Buddy walked on in silence.

"Not married," he said after a moment, "have a boyfriend."

"Lucky fucker!" was all I could think of to say.

We rode back to the truck stop pretty much in silence again. Buddy didn't seem to have too much to say except comments about the scenery. I kept dreaming off thinking about how I wish I could come back for more of this hot fucker.

We rounded the bend once again, and there was the truck stop. Buddy pulled in the parking lot.

"Thanks," he said.

All I could do was smile.

"And, here's a little something I had brought before for you to drink back at your car. I thought you might get thirsty while it was being repaired," he added.

"I did get thirsty," I said and grinned.

He tossed a bottle of Snapple Lemonade toward me. I caught it, turned around to see if I could see my car in the lot, and Buddy just took off.

"Fuck!" was all I could think, "too fuckin' much!"

I found that the mechanic had brought my car there, and it was unrepairable. I would have to spend the night and wait for a rental replacement the next morning.

The next morning my replacement was waiting for me. I put my things in the car and continued on my way to Butte.

The drive was stellar. Every time I made a turn in the road, some new and wonderful vista caught my attention. Still, what I thought about most was the day before. What a fuckin' intense time. I played with my cock through my jeans the whole time I sped down the highway.

Then, when I turned a particularly sharp bend in the road that pointed me in almost the opposite direction, I saw in the distance a great, black thundercloud lying above a bright green valley with shadowed hills in the distance. The darkness was set off by the bright summer sun which enveloped it. A flash of lightning split the view, striking, it seemed, the expanse below.

"Wow!!" I shouted out as if by reflex.

Looking at the darkness of the cloud made me think back to Buddy's dark eyes.

I continued to watch the storm in wonder until it passed out of view.

"Hey," I thought, "I'm getting thirsty. I'll stop at the next store I see for something to drink."

Then, I remembered that Buddy had tossed me that Snapple just before he left. I dug down in my pack, and there it was.

"Great," I thought, "now I won't have to make an extra stop."

I popped the top and brought the bottle to my mouth.

I grinned big.

Before I could take a drink, I caught the sniff. It was piss. Buddy had fuckin' filled this bottle with his dick juice.

I laughed uncontrollably out loud in the car.

Then, I took the first swig of many that would finish off the bottle.

"What a fuckin' trip!" I thought, "what a fuckin' trip!!"

I knew then that there was one thing I was never going to forget about my trip to Montana, land of the big sky . . . Buddy!