Chuck and I were walking home after a long day working on the farm. My bare feet were aching just a bit in my worn out black boots which were covered in grass and mud, and my nut sack felt like it was sticking to my taint. Every now and then I had to adjust my sweaty hangers rubbing on the fabric of my cargo shorts, and luckily there was a little hole right at the crotch for ventilation, but it didn't do much. "Fuck I'm tired bro," Chuck sighed, walking ahead of me. He reached into the back of his shorts and gave his butt crack a deep scratch, which from my angle seemed to be pretty close to his hole. He then pulled out his hand and gave it a whiff then wiped his fingers on the bottom of his shirt. Chuck was my height, about 5'10 with curly blonde hair that went down to his shoulders. He was for the most part pretty skinny, yet still kind of shaped like a pear, which was characterized by his little belly from all the fast food and beer, and his butt which was always poking out the top of his baggy jeans or shorts since he too rarely wore boxers. Chuck had a thick bush of hair all around his legs and arms, with a little tuft on his chest, and everytime he accidentally showed his crack to his co workers it was always matted with hair and sweat. He was one of the more skilled workers on the farm, his dad had raised him to do all farm duties so in a way he was sort of my manager, but since we were both 21 we got along pretty well as buds.
"You good bro?," Chuck asked, snapping me out of my tired haze. "Yeah I'm good just tired. Can't wait to sit down," I replied. I began to need to shit, but we were about 2 minutes away from my house so I was actively trying to take my mind off it. Chuck stopped and let me catch up to him. He put his sweaty arm around me and I could feel his damp armpit hair on my shoulder. He smelled like sweat, musk, and kinda like cum. We worked so hard that we both were prone to coming home and just passing out, completely neglecting to shower for days on end. I could smell his ass on his fingers which were now inches from my face and I started to chub up. Chuck always made me feel so manly the way he taught me to not give a fuck about most things and just work hard. He didn't know this but I copied alot of his behaviors: I showered once or twice a week, hardly ever wore socks or underwear and when I did they were never clean, always showed to work 5 minutes early, always did my best. "Wanna come over to mine? Smoke a joint, watch some Flix?" , "Uhh, I'm down but I really gotta shit," I said slightly embarrassed. "No worries bro, you can shit at mine, I don't care." "Cool."
When we finally arrived at his house, Chuck nearly collapsed on his porch. "I'm gonna smoke a cig, you know where the bathroom is. Take your shoes off." I went through the door and was immediately hit with the smell of weed and butt funk. It smelled like he'd rubbed his bare ass over everything while he smoked a blunt, and I felt honored to be allowed in his man cave. I got to the bathroom and right in front of the toilet were some abandoned muddy jeans that were sitting as if Chuck had taken them off on the can and just left them there. There was a pile of dirty socks and underwear in the corner. I finally began to shit and it felt so good to be off my feet and release this huge dump "ahhh" I said in relief. I heard the front door open and close, and the sound of Chuck yawning and cracking his back. Then I heard footsteps toward the bathroom. I froze as Chuck walked in. "Move your nuts," he said casually. I was confused and just looked at him. He asked again with a little grin, "mind if I piss bro?" "Oh yeah sure," I said as sat back and grabbed my junk by the balls so i could make a space he could piss in. When he whipped his dick out I tried not to be weird, but I couldn't help but stare. He had this long skinny dick about 6 inches soft and these HUGE egg sized nuts which were covered in hair. The smell of his manly stink alone almost gave me a full hardon. I was grabbing at my hardening dick so hard trying to conceal it but it was only making it worse. He started pissing at the same time I clipped my final log causing me to let out an "ahh yeah". Chuck laughed, "fuckin rank bro." I smiled and watched his smelly dick piss through my legs, little splashes of his piss hitting my taint. When he finished he shook his dick, getting a little piss on me. He apologized but I didn't mind. We both pulled up our pants and headed for the couch. He put on some show about tigers and began to roll a joint. I was sitting across from him trying to focus on the TV but there was a pair of rank underwear right beside me. They were stained white briefs that were sort of a yellow color. Chuck didn't give a fuck that I was sitting right next to his shit stained briefs and I thought that was awesome. Not paying me any attention, he was expertly rolling this joint when he put his foot on the table. Now I hadn't mentioned that Chuck had huge feet. They were probably like size 13? His big and long toes were super awkward with his skinny body, making him look even more like some kind of monkey. I was imagining how fucking rank they smelled after 9 hours of being in workboots without socks. But more importantly than his huge feet, his huge nuts were now resting on the couch through a pretty sizable hole in the crotch of his jeans. I was just in awe at his huge hairy sack so proudly on display. He reached down to scratch at em when he noticed he was exposed. He looked up at me and laughed. "Fuckin love these jeans bro, I can just let my fuckin nuts air out" he said as he started fondling his hairy sack" " Thats funny bro, can't believe i never noticed," I said playing it cool. "The boys definitely notice when I'm on the ladder," he laughed. "I bet". Then suddenly the AC went out and immediately I felt myself beginning to sweat. "Goddamnit-- shit help me with this." Chuck left the room and it took everything in me not to stash the underwear in my pocket. When he returned he had a little ladder. "You mind holding onto the ladder, I just gotta reconnect this wire," he asked. He climbed the ladder and I held on to it below him. His nuts started to hang out of the hole again.. His big sagging nuts were just dangling a foot away from me. They smelled so much like butt and cum. He let out a fart. "Sorry bro," "you're good. You almost hit me in the face with your sack though," I laughed. "Yeahh. Ma hangers like to dangle". I just wanted an excuse to grab em and bury my face in his huge butt. As he tried to get higher his pants ripped further up his butt. "Whoops. Looks like my hole needs airin too." We both just cracked up and then he farted again and we cracked up some more. Overcome with the moment I grabbed both cheeks and spread them apart, exposing his hairy hole. I couldn't even fit my whole hand around one of his doughy globes, his butt was actually making me feel relaxed as I squeezed it. He laughed, "Ahh that feels good." He let out another little fart, then squatted down to get under the AC. "Ahh that feels good on my nuts,"he said as I noticed they were resting on the metal step below him. He was also now exposing his hairy hole to the air, and the room began smelling like the funk of a man. I was so grateful, and so fucking hard. "Your butt is so huge bud, it's fuckin massive. Probably why you keep tearing up your jeans" ... "probably right," he laughed. I was just staring at how his hole was buried in so much hair, which was so clearly moist and crusted with dirt and shit. "When's the last time you showered dude?"... "Uh I dunno few days ago.. why I stink?" .... "No dude you actually smell pretty good which is why I was wondering." He laughed, "I haven't showered at least since Monday bro haha." All I could say was, "Damn". We sat there quietly for a bit. I had a question I was burning to ask but there was no way I was going to... and then he said with a chuckle, "yeah bro try to see if you can fit both of my nuts in one hand. Bet you can't." It was like he read my mind! I was taken aback at the coincidence and then just went for it. I cupped those babies, and they didn't exactly "fit" in my palm, but with one hand I could juggle them around like two huge eggs in a sack. So there I was rolling around his balls in my hand while his bare reeking ass was inches from my face, kind of lost in the moment, and he goes, "fuck bro. That feels fuckin good." So I kept going a while longer until he stood up and said, "cool it should be fixed." Now because his pants were ripped and baggy, Chuck was pitching an almost perfect tent. He just looked down at me past it and said, "Cool let's smoke."
So we sit back down, but this time he sits with one leg up exposing his nuts resting on the couch. He lights the joint and starts smoking it, and he starts juggling his balls like I was moments ago. "Fuckin hungry," he said as he blew out smoke and handed me the joint. He was still playing with his nuts when he reached in and scratched his taint, he then lifted his fingers to his nose as he'd done it many times before and took a deep whiff. I was in awe at this dirty country boy, so comfortable with himself and comfortable to be himself around me. I was openly staring at my work buddy's huge and hairy nut sack, sporting a raging hard on going down the left side of my jeans. I did my best not to touch myself since I didn't want to make it weird between us, so I just sat there playing it cool in my stoned and horny daze.
Then Chuck stood up and started tugging at his pants, but stopped as if he just remembered that I was sitting there. "Mind if I get comfortable?," he asked with blood-shot and low eyes. "Nah man it's your house," I replied. And with that he shucked off his shorts and kicked them across the room, almost hitting his TV. "Ahh," he sighed as he plopped down onto his sofa. "That AC feels fuckin amazing." Chuck threw his head back with his legs spread wide open, giving me the perfect view of him and all of his glory. Those huge fucking hairy nuts were just sitting there, and I got to look at them. I started getting jealous of the couch cushion beneath him because they got to be under Chuck's globes, I assumed both cheeks were spread and his hairy blonde hole was rubbing bare on the couch. "Fuck," I said in a whisper that I said just loud enough for both of us to hear. Chuck shifted his head to look at me, "you alright bud? Want a beer or something?" "Sure, that sounds nice," I said with a quivering voice. He sighed and got up from his spot and headed to the kitchen. Without taking a second to think I got on my knees in front of the couch and huffed at the moist spot where he was sitting. There was an outline of his buttcheeks on the cushion so I knew exactly where his hole would be. I took in a long, deep whiff and it smelled like heaven, and everything I could possibly dream of. Chuck was such a real man and it was such a privilege to huff him. I heard him coming back but I didn't care, I was leaking in my jeans and was going to get as much of his man scent as I possibly could. I reached my hand underneath the couch cushion so I could make the excuse that I was looking for the remote, with the other hand I was squeezing at my leaky cock head. I knew this was risky but fuck was it worth it. I heard Chuck come back into his living room but he just stood there not saying anything, so I just kept on huffingthe couch and groping my rock hard penis through my jeans. Finally I heard him belch and say, "What you looking for? The remote?" Not removing my face from the cushion, I just said, "yeah." Chuck put the beers on the coffee table and knelt down beside me. He put his hand on my shoulder and said in a low voice, "Here let me find it. Sometimes it falls between the creases." I was bummed to have to move from that heavenly spot, but I obliged and sat right beside him on the floor. He removed one of the cushions and reached all the way in the back of the couch. His big ass was now waving in the air right next to my face, but this time exposing his pink hole which was surrounded by curly blonde hair. "Try not to stare at my huge fucking butt," he chuckled. I chuckled softly, "it's hard not to bud. It's fuckin impressive," and without a thought I reached out with both my hands and grabbed his massive butt. He laughed, "thanks bud, glad someone appreciates my big hairy ass." "Your butt is what's called a dump truck, buddy," I said as I jiggled his cheeks so I could watch his nuts bounce around. I couldn't stop staring at his hairy hole, I wanted to touch it so badly. "Yeah that's me-- but ol butt and big ol nuts." I realized at that point that he was no longer looking for the remote and was just bent over the couch while I played with his butt cheeks. He reached behind and with two fingers did a circular motion between his cheeks which were covering his hand up to his wrist. I figured I'd help him out and spread his cheeks for him so he could get easier access. He started going faster and harder and said in with a groan and a laugh, "fuck scratching my hole feels so good bud"
"yeah I know what you mean, especially when you hit that right spot"
"Yup," he sighed as he removed his fingers and brought them to his nose for a good sniff.
"Smell good?" I asked
He chuckled, "I've always liked the smell of myself ever since I was little. I always sniff my fingers after scratchin at my butt or my nuts. My brother used to call me a perv for it"
I leaned forward and took a sniff near his taint, "Nah I get it. I do the same thing. Plus, something about yours don't stink at all," I said boldly, hoping he wouldn't think I was weird.
"Yeah bud? You like the smell of my butt funk?", he said.
"I'm just saying it really ain't that bad," I replied coolly.
"Well shit, be my guest, bud."
"W-what do you mean?
Chuck got up and turned around with a cool grin on his face. His dick looked like it was coming to life as I noticed a thick vein appearing down the middle. His cock at the base had to be about 8 inches around and was surrounded by a thick bush of long curly blonde hair, and it got skinnier toward the tip. He grabbed the blunt that was in the ashtray, lit it, then laid down on his stomach onto the couch with one knee on the floor.
"How bout we get high on my grass and my ass," he giggled with his face all red and stoned. My buddy looked back at me right in the eyes as his hand disappeared between his big fat cheeks to get to his hole. He closed his eyes and smiled, "this is better than a steak dinner right here," laughing loudly as he slowly made what appeared to be circular motions. He pulled out his hand and put it under his nose, taking a good sniff, then he reached out his hand toward me. "Check this out bud," he smiled. I crawled over on my knees with my now throbbing and obvious boner, grabbed his hand and sniffed his stinky fingers. "Oh yeah that's real nice," I said, wanting so badly to suck the sweat and funk off.
"Nothin like some good ol funk, huh bud? I get so musky with all the hair back there. I fuckin love it."
"Fuck, you smell fuckin awesome man"
"Dare you to stick your face in it for a whole minute."
"You mean between your big hairy buttcheeks?"
"And my hairy fuckin taint, bud"
This was all the invitation I needed. My boner was hurting because of how long it was constrained so I unzipped my fly, unbuttoned my pants and let my dick fly free. My hard 7 inch cock was the exact opposite of what Chuck's appeared to be, it was about 4 inches around at the base, but got much thicker toward my massive mushroom tip which was oozing with precum.
"That's it bud, get comfortable," Chuck said.
I inched closer to Chuck's big ol butt and wasted no time spreading his cheeks and diving into that bad boy. His big stinky butt enveloped half of my head and I was in heaven, rubbing my nose through all the hair and funk. It had to be longer than a minute when I came up for air and begged, "Can I taste it Chuck?"
"What's that bud?"
"Let me taste your hole man"
"You mean you wanna taste my stank hole, buddy?"
"Please bro," I begged while holding one of his cheeks with one hand exposing his hole, and with the other hand tugging at my cock head.
"I've always wanted to feel a tongue back there, honestly. Fuck it. But hold on real quick..", he said as he lifted up his waist and exposed a fat veiny boner and stuck it between the two cushions of his couch.
"Ok, go ahead."
Then I just went for it. I started munching and tonguing at his hole, trying to make his glorious butt feel the best it's ever felt before.
"Damn, bud. Eat that fuckin butt, you nasty fucker."
Chuck started to slowly pump his cock in and out of the creases of the couch.
"Oh fuck, I never felt so good in my butt before. My dick is hard as fuck right now," he laughed.
"Fuck, bud stick your fuckin tongue in it," he moaned as he grabbed the back of my head and shoved it into his butt. His hole kept clenching and opening as if it were trying to french kiss my tongue.
"That taste good bud? You like that stinky hole?"
"Hell yeah Chuck, it's fuckin awesome."
Chuck shifted again, this time he pulled out of the couch and got on his knee. He spit a fat glob into his hand and started milking his now 8 inch hard cock.
"This what cows feel like on milking day? Oh fuck yeah."
The sight of Chuck shoving his big hairy but into my face while he pulled at his fat cock made me start stroking like a mad man. I never wanted this to end.
"Oh fuck buddy, I gotta cum. I gotta fuckin cum."
"Me too bro," I said in a muffled moan.
He then let out a fart right on my face and started mumbling, "fuck, oh fuck. I'm gonna fuckin b-blow.." and shot one of the biggest loads I've ever seen all over his couch. That was it for me, and like some barbaric man I stood up and shouted, "FUCK YEAH" as my load shot all over Chuck's ass and down his thighs.
Chuck and I just sat there out of breath for a while. He eventually got up off of his stomach and relit his blunt, took a few puffs, and passed it to me.
"That was fuckin awesome," I said.
"Damn right, bud," he replied.