Dirty Butthole

Disclaimer:

The following story deals with subject matter which some readers may find objectionable. Therefore, if graphic depictions of consenting men engaged in sexual acts involving raunch, scat and watersports is offensive to you, or if you are a minor, STOP HERE!

Dirty Butthole - Part 1 by Rim4you

Prologue

Its happened to everyone at one time or another. You're on the toilet taking a much needed dump. You feel relief at having emptied your bowels. You reach over and spin the toilet paper roll and tear of a few sheets. Raising your ass slightly, you lower your hand to your butt trench and begin wiping. Then it happens.

Like most guys, and why its done, who knows? It's probably something psychological. Before dispensing the toilet paper you raise your hand for a quick look. You notice that your finger has punctured through the paper and your finger is soiled with excrement.

You're disgusted. You even might swear or gag at the sight. You shake off the toilet paper into the bowl but before flushing the toilet, which isn't a top priority at the moment, you stand up and head for the bathroom sink and quickly turn on the water.

In the mirror you catch your reflection standing there with your upturned hand about to plunge it under the running water. For reasons unknown and unexplainable, you hesitate.

You're compelled to do something. Looking at your soiled finger you slowly lift it up, pausing several inches from your nose, careful not to let your finger touch you. Cautiously, you take a hesitant sniff.

A pungent aroma swirls up your nostrils. Momentarily, you're disgusted with yourself but that passes and you take another whiff, much deeper than the first.

To your amazement, you find the scent of your dirty butthole somewhat pleasent. You look at yourself in the mirror. You shake your head in disbelief at what you are doing.

'What if my buddies could see me now?' You wonder to yourself. 'What would they think of me?'

You pass your finger under your nose again and inhale the ripe aroma. Something stirs within you. A feeling of arousal sweeps over you and looking down at your crotch you notice that your cock is on the rise. With each whiff of your finger, your dick jerks itself up to erection.

In your chest, you can feel your heart begin to quicken its beat as you slowly lower your hand to your manhood. Curling your fingers around your shaft, you masturbate while at the same time you pass your dirty finger back and forth under your nose, absorbing the stench which you discover is arousing you.

Your fingers, slowly gliding up and down your fully erect penis, send a trillion pinpricks of excitement coursing through your veins.

You can no longer control your urges. You are at the mercy of your cock and its desires. You no longer think with the head on your shoulders but rather with the one between your legs.

As you rub your fingers over the flaring, mushroom head of your cock, feeling the viscous fluid seeping from your pisshole, you take another deep whiff of your brown tipped finger before lowering it to your ass.

Gently, you graze your finger over the hair along the crack of your ass. Like a featherduster, your soiled finger brushes the hairs softly, adding to your mounting pleasure.

You apply pressure, and your finger sinks into the warm, sweaty valley of your butt. Your finger glides slowly through the forest of hair towards your asshole. As it grazes through the hairs you perceive something entwined, knotted in your butthair.

'Is this a small clump of shit or toilet paper?'

You continue to drag your finger and a soft moan escapes you as you touch the moist, slimey lips of your asshole. You rub your finger in circular motions over the slightly puckered lips.

A twinge of shame takes hold of you, or perhaps disgust, for you realize that you are still dirty back there. You can feel it. You know it.

Compulsion again takes hold of you as you withdraw your finger and raise it closer and closer towards your nose. Only this time, pure lust takes control over your actions. Your cock throbs as you slowly touch and rub your soiled finger against the skin under your nose, all the while inhaling the ripe, pungent stink.

You've made a discovery. As time goes on, what you discoverd becomes a craving. A need. The insatiable desire for dirty butthole.

Chapter 1

His name was Ron and he was relatively new at the office. My buddy, Jon, and I had our eyes on him. As did all the women at the office.

He was rather tall but by no means lanky. His carefully tailored suits flattered, what appeared to be, a muscular physique underneath. His hair was medium cropped and dark in color which he kept moused and brushed back. He had the dreamiest light brown eyes laced with thick, long lashes. His lips were full and as Jon would say, "definitly kissable."

He had an air of self assurance about him which some at the office took for arrogance. Jon and I perceived it as dominance. A man who could take charge of the situation. His voice was soft, but deep. Nothing about Ron screamed "faggot" or "queen." In his demeanor, Ron was one hundred percent masculine.

"So what do you think, Caleb?" Jon asked me, as we headed out the door leaving work one Friday evening. "Would you pass that up?"

"Excuse me." I replied.

"Hello! Earth to Caleb! I'm taling about Ron. Get the office and work out of your head. It's Friday."

"Oh, yeah. Ron. Yeah. I'd put out for him in a heartbeat, Jon. Wouldn't you?"

"Man, I'd do him right here in the street! He's so god-damn sexy!"

"Well, I wouldn't go all that far. I have some morals, Jon."

"Yeah right!" Jon replied, sarcastically. "Alot of good that Catholic upbringing did you. Being an altar boy as a kid didn't stop you from growing up to be the horniest stud I know!"

"Well, what I lack in holiness my brother makes up for the entire family."

"Your brother, Brandon, the monk!" Jon said, with a sigh. "What a waste. All american football jock turned Trappist monk. Damn, I had the hots for him!"

"I'll take that as a compliment, Jon. And yes, Brandon is quite the handsome man."

"Did you guys ever ..."

"Ever what?"

"You know ... uh ... fool around."

"Jon!"

"What? I'm just curious."

"All guys go through a phase, Jon."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You figure it out, Jon."

As Jon and I made our way into the parking lot and towards our cars, Ron was heading in our direction.

"Hey guys!" Ron called out, flashing a bright smile.

"Hi Ron!" We responded.

"Say, do any of you know of a good health club around here? Being new in San Diego I'm still trying to figure my way around."

"Sure do, Ron." I replied. "I'm a member of one just about three blocks from here. I was on my way there for a workout. Care to join me?"

Jon gave me a quick jab in the side. He knew that I had no intention of working out that day. I usually went on Saturdays. But seeing a window of opportunity available, I quickly changed my mind.

"That'd be great, Caleb." Ron said.

"Care to join us, Jon?" I asked, with an expression that pleaded he'd say no.

"Nah! You guys go on ahead. I have some loose ends to tie up at home."

Relieved, I headed for my car; Ron to his and Jon right behind me.

"You owe me one, buddy." Jon said.

"Oh, I could think of ways to repay you satisfactorily, Jon. But thanks. I'll give you all the details."

"You'd better. After all, I am your best friend."

Jon was right. He was my best friend ever since the second grade. We were like two peas in a pod. Wherever you found Jon, you found me and vice-versa.

After high school, we attended the same college, roomed together and went on to work together. All of our friends assumed we'd end up together but for the time being, we weren't in no hurry to rush things. At the present what mattered was that we were always there for one another.

Chapter 2

As Ron and I headed towards the men's locker room, I could feel a twinge of excitement coursing through my veins. As I didn't know Ron all that well, aside from work, I hadn't had enough time to figure him out yet. I figured he wasn't married as he didn't wear any rings. But that didn't mean anything. Although the women practically threw themselves at him, he avoided any offers from them for after work activities.

'O God!' I thought to myself. 'What if he's like my brother, Brandon? All fired up with fire and brimstone and headed for a monastery? Wouldn't that be just my luck?'

"Say, don't you have a brother who's a monk?" Ron asked, as we reached our lockers. "I heard some people at work talking about it."

"Yes." I replied, almost dejectedly. "Brandon. He's a Trappist up in Vina."

"Cool." Ron said. "I never knew somebody who had a monk for a brother before."

"Why?" I asked. "Are you interested in becoming a monk? If so, I can get in touch with Brandon and ..."

"No! No way, dude! No disrespect to your brother or anything but I thoroughly enjoy my sex life."

"That's a relief!" I blurted out.

"Huh?"

"Oh ... uh ... nothing. I was just thinking out loud."

Out of the corner of my eye I watched as Ron undressed. Little by little the tailored suit gave way to his naked, muscular body, rippling with solid muscle and smoothe, tanned skin.

Leaning over to untie my shoes, glancing sideways, I caught sight of Ron's manhood as he slid out of his skivvies. Although soft, Ron's dick looked as if it could be formidable when fully erect. I hung about six inches and was thick and veiny and nestled in a forest of dark hair. Dangling under his cock were the most luscious balls I had ever seen, fleeced lightly with hair.

At that precise moment I wanted to sink to my knees and bury my face into his crotch to smell and taste his musk. To feel the spongey softness of his dick expand and harden in my mouth and drip its juices onto my tongue.

"I think I'm gonna grab a quick shower first, Caleb." Ron said, reaching down to grab his towel. "Just between you and I, the main water valve at my apartment complex broke the other day and I wasn't able to shower this morning."

"Why bother?" I asked, cautiously sniffing and detecting Ron's musky scent. "We're gonna get all funked up working out anyway."

"Yeah. I guess you're right." Ron replied, reaching into his gymbag and pulling out his jockstrap.

Ron ran the threadbare, well used strap between his fingers before slipping into it and adjusting the pouch for comfort.

"Man, I really don't like wearing this thing!" Ron said, snapping the broad band against his waist and sliding his fingers along the straps curving over his firm, ample buns, to unravel the curl in the two straps. "I wonder who invented it? Was it named after the inventor? A Mr. Jock Strap?"

We both laughed and finished getting into our gym gear. Being next to Ron and having seen him naked, made it very difficult for me to keep from having an erection. As I hoisted my jockstrap on I could feel my cock tingling and twitching in the initial stages of rising.

As Ron and I headed towards the exit of the locker room, he being a couple steps ahead of me, I feasted my eyes upon the rounded curve of his ample butt, framed snugly by the jockstrap he had on under the thin nylon shorts he wore which, I thought, when he bent over, his shorts would ride high on his ass, affording a lusty view of his fleshy mounds.

"Excuse me, gentlemen." A young man said, as we rounded the corner just before the exit door.

"Yes." Ron replied.

"I just want to inform you that we're having a problem with the water line in the locker room and I'm afraid we'll have to shut off the water for a couple of hours for repairs. I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

"Deja vu!" Ron exclaimed. "Thank god I don't have to work tomorrow."

"Well, if worse comes to worse, you're welcome to swing by my place after we work out and take a shower."

"Really? You don't mind?"

"Hey, shit happens, dude!" I exclaimed, with a broad smile.

"Tell you what, Caleb. I'll spring for some beer and we can order take out and ..."

"That sounds great, Ron. Now let's go work up a sweat."

Chapter 3

From the gym, Ron and I stopped off at a convenience store and picked up a suitcase of beer before heading over to KFC for a bucket of fried chicken with all the fixings. Then we made our way to my apartment.

"NIce place, Caleb." Ron said, upon entering my apartment and setting down his gym bag.

"Thanks!" I hollered, heading towards the kitchen to put up the beer and food.

"Wish I'd found an apartment like this."

"Beer?" I asked, returning from the kitchen with two beers in my hand.

"Yes, please."

"Make yourself at home, Ron." I said, handing him his beer. This used to be Brandon's apartment before he left for Vina."

"If you don't mind my asking, but ... uh ... why did he give everything up? I mean ..."

"He's happy and that's all that matters."

"Do you miss your brother? How long has he been gone."

"It's been six years now and yes, I miss Brandon very much. He's my older brother. In fact, he's my only brother aside from my tomboy of a sister. And then there's Jon."

"Jon? From work?"

"Yeah. I've know Jon since the second grade. Our families live next door to one another and I consider Jon to be my second brother."

"I've noticed the two of you are quite close. That's real nice."

"He's my best friend. But he's alot more."

"Do you love him?"

Ron's question came out of nowhere and I nearly choked on my beer. I kind of got the hint that Ron was testing the water. Trying to figure me out as I, him.

"Like I said, Jon's a brother to me." I replied, leaving it at that.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply ..."

"You've nothing to apologize for, Ron."

"It's just that when I see you and Jon together I ..."

Ron took a deep swig off of his beer and hung his head. Slowly he raised his head and looked at me with those dreamy eyes of his.

"Is there something you want to talk about, Ron?"

"I don't want to bother you, man, with my problems."

I couldn't imagine what kind of problems this vivacious, handsome, self-assurred man could possibly have.

"You can talk to me, Ron. I'm a good listener. I may not have all the answers but ..."

"It's just ... I wish I had someone close to talk to sometime. Like how I see with you and Jon. I mean ..."

I could tell that something was eating away at Ron, deep inside, despite his outward demeanor of self confidence.

"I'm listening, Ron."

"My Mom was a hooker who gave me and my brother, Joshua, up when I was five and Josh was three. I never knew who my Dad was and after being bounced around from one foster-home to another, Josh and I got split up and adopted seperately. I never saw my brother again and growing up, knowing that I have a brother ... it ..."

"It hurts, dosen't it?" I asked.

"Yeah. Real bad. I feel that a part of me is missing and I want it back real bad and when I see you and Jon ... it just makes me think ..."

I could see Ron's eyes welling up with tears. I felt so sorry for him. It was obvious that Josh meant the world to him and to be torn from his brother, after being cast aside by his mother, must have been pure torment for him.

"Have you ever tried looking for Josh?"

"I keep running into dead ends, Caleb." Ron sighed, swiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "If I could only find hm to tell him that I've never stopped thinking about him. If he's okay and dosen't think that I abandoned him too."

My heart sank. I could feel a lump welling up in my throat. What a cruel twist of fate. Here I was with one brother who had gone on towards his happiness, forever to be seperated from me by the walls of a monastery, but having Jon to fill in the empty void. And as for Ron? There was nothing to fill his void. His pain. His heartache.

"I'm so sorry." I said, getting up from my chair to sit beside him on the sofa and putting my arm around him.

A flush of disgust passed over me that, hearing Ron's plight, a twinge of excitement came over me as I sat next to Ron.

"Would you like to talk this over with Brandon? I know I could arrange something. I usually visit him at least once a month. Are you Catholic?"

"Yeah. Josh and I were adopted out of a Catholic orphanage in San Antonio. Why? What's that got to do with anything, Caleb?"

"Well, maybe Brandon could pull some strings, You know?"

"You think so? I just gotta find my kid brother! I need to!"

Ron choked and his tears began to flow as he sobbed into my arms. I felt ashamed at what I was thinking and feeling but could not control the twitching between my legs. My dick was definitely on the up and up.

As Ron clung to me, his beer precariously slipping from his hand, his free hand dropped into my lap against my rock hard dick.

'Aw fuck!' I thought to myself. 'This isn't the way I had imagined things to go. If I take advantage of his vulneralbility, I'm nothing but a scum bag!'

Under the weight of Ron's hand, I could feel my cock throbbing with lust and wanton desire, yet in my heart, I felt touched by Ron's plight. A part of me wanted to ravage this gorgeous hunk of a man and another part of me just wanted to hold and console him.

Slipping my hand down, I eased the tipping beer bottle out of his hand and set it down on the cofffee table. Ron's body quivered as I wrapped my arms around him and held him.

Clinging to me, choking back his tears, Ron gently laid his head onto my crotch. I felt the warmth of his breath and the short gasps that he took. I wondered if he could smell my own musk. The heat rising from my loins.

"I'm sorry." Ron whispered, wrappping his strong arms around my waist.

"Sssssshhhhhh." I replied, gently stroking his back.

"That feels nice." Ron said, arching his back at my touch.

"It does." I whispered, as I felt my cock throb against his cheek.

As I continued stroking Ron's back, cussing myself out for how and what I was feeling, I felt Ron's face brushing against my dick in a deliberate, methodical manner.

Looking down I could clearly see that he was slowly grazing his lips back and forth along the hard shaft tenting my shorts.

"I'm embarassed." I said, softly.

"Why?" Ron replied, wrapping his lips around my shaft and nibbling softly.

"I don't know." I said. "I feel like I'm catching you at a vulnerable moment and ..."

"The feeling's mutual, Caleb." Ron whispered, applying more pressure with his mouth. "I feel like I'm the one taking advantage of you."

"Jesus!" I sighed, leaning back on the sofa and lewdly spreading my legs.

"Mmmmmm!" Ron moaned, "the sleeper has awakened."

"Ron!" I gasped, as I felt his mouth encircle the head of my cock even though my shorts seperated skin to skin contact. "I had no idea that ..."

"That I love cock?" Ron answered, engulfing the head of my dick into his warm mouth.

"Yes!" I gasped, as he sucked my sheathed dick into his mouth.

"There's alot of things about me that you don't know about, Caleb." Ron said, pausing for a moment, fumbling with my shorts to free my aching, throbbing cock, which, when released, snapped with a thud against his cheek, and for the very first time, looking down at him, saw his full lips kiss the base of my dick, slowly kissing his way along my hard shaft to my flaring cockhead where he slowly tickled with his tongue, the sensitive underside sending a wave of lust over my body causing me to buck my hips.

"Ron!" I gasped, sliding my hands under my t-shirt to tweak my erect nipples. "I'm all sweaty and funky down there."

"Mmmmmm!" Ron sighed, sniffing my crotch. "You smell like a man! Your cock carries the scent of your musk and your balls, the aroma of your cum!"

I writhed at his touch and squirmed as he lifted my balls to sniff and lick the sweaty flesh there.

Slowly, I slid my hand down his back and into his shorts. I caressed the warm mounds of his ass before slipping a finger into his moist, hairy butt trench.

"I'm really dirty back there, Caleb." Ron whispered, as he sucked my cock into his warm, wet mouth. "Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! You taste as good as you smell," Ron purred, as he sucked my hard, dripping dick.

"Fuck!" I gasped, not only by his wet, sucking mouth making my cock throb all the more, but as I touched his warm, moist asshole, swirling my finger over its puckered lips, I felt an intense wave of lust sweeping over me.

"Play with my hole, man! My dirty butthole!" Ron sighed, swallowing my dick down his hungry throat.

I toyed with the outer, puckering ring of his sweaty asshole. I savored its moistness and the way it seemed to suck on my finger.

"You're really wet back here, Ron!" I moaned, probing his hole with my finger.

"Yeah! Play with my nasty hole, buddy! My dirty butthole."

I couldn't resist the temptation. After all, hadn't Ron sniffed and tasted my sweaty, smelly cock and balls?

"Does it stink?" Ron asked, lifting his head to watch me as I raised my finger under my nose and took a deep whiff.

"Fucking, dirty, stinking butthole!" I gasped, rubbing my finger onto the flesh under my nose. "Stink! Stink!" I panted.

Thoughts of sniffing my own ripe hole swirled in my head as I inhaled Ron's stink. His most private and personal scent.

"Gettin' off on my stink, aren't you, Caleb?"

"Yeah!" I sighed, snorting my finger. "The way you're gettin' off on my cock funk!"

"Oh yeah!" Ron hissed, trailing his nose up and down my shaft. "I love the way your dick smells. Especially right here under your balls. I can smell your cock and asshole together right here!"

"Yeah! Smell my stink, man!" I groaned, humping my crotch onto Ron's face. "Smell my funk!"

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Ron moaned, tugging my shorts down. "I want all of your stink, man!"

I lifted my hips so Ron could pull my shorts down. At the same time, I tugged on his shorts to get them off.

"Fuck this!" Ron cried out, bolting upright to strip out of his clothes. "Get naked!"

Squirming on the sofa, I wriggled out of my gym shorts and jockstrap before yanking off my t-shirt and flinging it aside.

"Leave your sneakers on, man." Ron said, as he stripped off his clothes, while I was hunched over to untie them. "I wanna do that for you."

Glancing up I saw Ron's hard cock. It was meaty, long and thick. The biggest cock I'd ever seen, aside from a porno magazine or bobbing up and down from some guy in a porno flick. I gasped looking at it.

"You like big dick, Caleb?" Ron asked, grasping his drippng tool in his hand, squeezing the head of his dick so that a string of cock snot oozed out of his pisshole and fell, like the fine thread of a spider's web, towards the floor.

"Fuck!" I gasped, taking in its veiny length and girth and estimating his rod to be ten inches at least.

"Mmmmmm! Tasty too!" Ron said, rubbing his finger over the piss slit and raising his finger to his mouth, sucked his fingertip. "But I think I know what you'd rather smell and taste."

Before Ron could say another word, I was on my knees before his massive, bobbing tool, salivating at the mouth.

"You wanna taste my cock first?"

"Yes!" I moaned, leaning forward and wrapping my lips around the bulbous, flaring crown of his dick, flickng my tongue into his pisshole to savor his oozing juices.

"Yeah, motherfucker!" Ron sighed, lunging forward, plowing his dick into my mouth. "Suck my cock! Drink what I have to offer!"

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" I gurgled, as my mouth began to fill with a warm, rancid fluid.

"You want my big dick, don't you?"

I shook my head in approval, swallowing his golden nectar.

"Then drink my piss, man!"

His piss stream gushed into my mouth, spilling out of the corners of my mouth and streaming over my chin, down my neck and onto my chest.

"Bathe in my piss, man!" Ron sighed, pulling his dick out of my mouth, aiming the full force of his stream onto my face, chest and crotch.

I swirled my hands over my face, down my neck and into my armpits, bathing in his rancid piss. It was warm, smelly and had a tangy flavor. It sounded sloppy as I lathered its froathy foam into my armpits.

Turning abruptly, his dick spilling piss onto the coffee table, Ron hunched over and reaching behind himself, pulled his asscheeks apart.

"Kiss my ass, fucker!" He roared. "I wanna feel your lips on my stinking shithole!"

Without hesitation, I buried my face into Ron's hairy, sweaty, smelly trench.

"Smell it! Taste my stink, fucker!" Ron bellowed, grinding his ass onto my face. "Smell my dirty butthole, man! Lick my funky pussy! Taste my raunch! Is it dirty back there?"

I inhaled the ripe stench of Ron's puckered asshole. The pungent aroma wafted up my nostrils as I swirled my tongue over the gaping, breathing hole.

"Fuck!" I moaned.

"What's it smell and taste like, fucker?"

"Oh man!" I moaned, rubbing my nose against his moist asshole. "You're dirty, Ron! Your ass stinks!"

"Yeah? What's it smell like?"

"It smells like shit, man! Stinking shit!"

"Lick it! Lick my manpussy! Taste my stink!" Ron groaned, grinding and bucking his ass on my face. "Suck on those dirty, stinking asslips, buddy!"

I wrapped my lips around Ron's rosebud and sucked, tasting his anal juices. A tart, bitter, almost tangy flavor filled my mouth.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" I moaned.

"Yeah! Lick that hole, Caleb! Suck on those nasty cunt lips! Eat out my manhole!"

My cock was spitting cock snot onto the floor. It throbbed and jerked wildly as I grasped Ron's asscheeks with my hands and pulled them apart, sniffing and lapping hungrily at his tasty butthole.

"Yeah! Fuck!" Ron cried out. "Shove that tongue up that hole! Eat my stink!"

I was like a dog tearing into a juicy steak. Like an animal having been deprived of food for days as I feasted upon Ron's ripe, stinking shithole.

"You hungry, man?" Ron panted.

"Yes!" I hollered, sucking greedily at his smelly hole.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Ron sighed, as a juicy, ripe fart rumbled out of his asshole and shot up my nose. "How's that for an appetizer?"

"Fuck! Fuck!" I groveled.

"You like my stink, man?"

"Yes! Yes!" I moaned.

"Taste good?"

"It's so fucking raunchy, man! Your pussy smells and tastes to fucking good!"

"Yeah! Yeah!" Ron grunted.

Feeling his asshole quiver and flare, I wrapped my lips around his moist, smelly asslips and sucked hard.

"Yeah! That's the way to do it, baby! Coax it out!"

As I flicked my tongue over Ron's gaping butthole, I perceived the tip of a turd tickling my tongue.

"You want it, man?" Ron panted.

"Feed me!" I replied, lustily.

"You want my shit, buddy?"

"Yes!" I moaned. "Feed me your stink!"

"Aaahhh! Aaarrrggghhh!" Ron growled, as a juicy, smelly, knotty log emerged from his shithole and slid into my mouth.

"Fuck!" I gurgled, as my mouth began to fill with his warm, steamy turd.

"Suck it! Suck it the way you suck cock, man!"

Opening my mouth wide, I bobed my mouth up and down the gooey, knotty log, tasting its rancid, nasty flavor.

"Fuck! That's so hot!" Ron gasped, raising his ass up to watch me suck on his turd.

"Want some?" I mumbled, touching the stinking log with my fingers to guide it in and out of my mouth.

"I dunno, man." Ron whispered.

"Taste it with me, Ron!" I gasped. "Smell and taste your stink with me."

Ron stood up, turned around and sat down on the coffee table. Jacking on his dick, he reached out and touched the tip of the turd projecting from my mouth. Then slowly, he raised his fingers to his nose and took a deep whiff.

"Fuck, man!" Ron sighed. "I stink!"

"Mmmmmm! Yeah!" I moaned, sucking on his turd while I pulled on my dick.

"That's so nasty, man!" Ron whispered, leaning forward and opening his mouth, wrapped his lips around the end of his knotty, log and sucked his way down, brushing his lips against mine.

Together, we let out a deep moan as we bobbed our heads up and down the stinking turd.

Scooting off of the coffee table, Ron straddled my crotch, rubbing his dirty butt along my throbbing shaft.

"Shit on me!" I moaned.

"Oh baby!" Ron gasped, slurping on his turd, "for you ... anything, man!"

"Shit on my cock! I want your stink all over my cock!"

"Aaarrrggghhh!" Ron grunted, pressing his lips to mine in a deep shitty kiss, as he expelled his filth onto my crotch.

"Grind you ass, man!" I panted. "Rub your stink on me."

"You like my stink, Caleb?" Ron asked, grinding his butt, spreading his shit over my crotch.

"Yes!" I replied, biting into the turd and chewing it.

"Oh yeah!" Ron gasped. "Eat my shit, man! Eat my stink!" All the while swiveling his butt on my crotch, spreading his filth and sending its pungent aroma into the air. "Wanna shove that cock of yours up my dirty butthole while your eat shit?"

"Fuck!" I moaned, bucking my hips and mashing my teeth into the pasty goo of his excrement.

Raising his hips, Ron hovered for a moment over my throbbig dick. before impaling himself upon it.

"Fuck! Fuck!" He moaned, bucking and grinding his dirty asshole up and down my twitching cock. "Fuck that shitty hole, Caleb! Fuck me with that big dick of yours, man! Aaahhh! Yeah! Feels so fucking good having dirty dick up my ass. Fuck me! Dick me stink and nasty!"

"Fucking you, man!" I groaned. "Fucking your stinking, sloppy hole! Your shitty fuckhole feels so good suckng on my dirty dick! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"Ride that shitty hole, buddy! Fuck me! Dick me hard! Spooge up my nasty cunt!"

"Oh yeah!" I wailed, bucking my hips upwards. "Fucking your tight ass, man! Fucking your stink, dirty cunt! Fuck! You nasty, fucking bitch! Fucking whore!"

"Fuck me, Caleb! Ride my whoring cunt! My filthy, stink, slut cunt! Rape my hole with your big, nasty cock!"

"Aw man, motherfucker! Your shitty man twat is suckin my dick so fuckig good ... I ... I'm ..."

"Yeah! Shoot that dick snot up my raunchy fuckhole, Caleb!" Ron shouted. "Dick me! Cum up my ass!"

"Aaaaaahhh! Aaaaaahhhhhh! Fuck! Fuck!" I wailed, emptying my spunk up Ron's butt just as a geyser of spooge shot out of his dick and splattered on my face.

"Mmmmmm! Fuck!" Ron sighed, licking my face and kissing me, spitting his warm cum into my mouth.

Hoisting himself up, Ron turned around. Gazing upwards I could see his muscular buttcheeks covered with stinking shit.

"Sit on my face, Ron!" I panted.

"You wanna eat my raunchy ass now?"

"Yes!" I panted. "I want to suck the cum out of your shitty, fucked hole!"

"Oh yeah!" Ron sighed, lowering his ass onto my face. "Eat it, man! Eat fucking dirty butthole!"

As I dove in for sloppy seconds, Ron leaned forward and wrapped his lips around my shitty cock and sucked as I pissed in his mouth.

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