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This story is directly inspired by the pioneering work of dale10/maipenraikhap who has spent the last two decades keeping our cocks hard and our imaginations expanded. In particular this is an offshoot of the Lakeland Lads series.
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Further Tales from Lakeland: Chapter 1 Bobby's Community Service
On Lakeland's website, parents, donors, and politicians were fed a line of bullshit about the school's positive engagement with the surrounding community, complete with high-quality photos of smiling, uniformed students serving meals at homeless shelters, helping cleanup garbage by the roadside and reading to underprivileged students. Those in the know would snort with laughter at these photos and these "outreach" opportunities. Those students at the homeless shelter? Nude from the waist down, carefully hidden by cropping the photo at the appropriate place. Roadside cleanup? That was Lakeland's contract with the local prison, whose warden was on the take. The warden of X used the incentive of access to fresh meat to keep prisoners in line and award inmate trustees who practically ran the place on his behalf. And what kind of stories were Lakeland's students reading behind strategically positioned tables? Exactly.
As part of his corrective experience at Lakeland, Bobby was required to complete a significant amount of community service hours.
He hated doing community service. He didn't want to sit around and listen to hobos complain about how broke they were. Nonetheless, Bobby had the "fortune" to be assigned to the local homeless shelter and was partnered with a long-time inhabitant with the name of "Stinky Pete", who lived up to his name . Even though he was a cute guy with a certain charm and outgoing personality, he was stinky as fuck. Most of his life, this guy had been homeless or slept in an abandoned tow truck out in the woods. It was hard to tell with the amount of trashy odors that emanated from him at all times. He was very difficult to be around, for his unrepentant swilling of cheap malt beverages, sitting in the front seat of his vehicle with his knees up under the dashboard, the occasional flatulence, and the rank smell of his clothes. Stinky Pete boasted a hog of a cock, a thick, heavily veined shaft covered by a severe case of phimosis. His cock ended in a fluted tip. A good portion of Stinky Pete's body odor stemmed from the built-up crud and cheese that had clogged his penile crevices. Between his rare access to showers and his barely retractable foreskin, Pete 's cock was collection of all the bacteria, dust, and cum he had accumulated throughout the years of his vagrant life.
Bobby was not cut out for this environment but Stinky Pete was grateful for a bed, access to a toilet, and the rudimentary food when he could get a place at the shelter. Normally, Stinky Pete relieved himself and then threw the paper into the trees and grass. But the day before Bobby's one-on-one session, Stinky Pete had been on an especially long bender. His movements were slow and clumsy, and he kept nodding off in the front seat. He used the car's interior light to kill the pathetic glow of his cigarette, finally dropping it onto the cracked white dash. The impenetrable layer of filth on the dashboard indicated that this had not been a one time occurrence.
This was going to be a very long outreach visit and Bobby knew it.
"Goddamn it. Shouldn't have drank so much last night...I gotta take a crap. .. Fuck, I can't get up, boy." Stinky Pete rolled over and pulled apart his ass cheeks. "Git over here and help me out , fuckhead." The stench from Pete's ass and bowels, rising to Bobby's nose, made him cough and gag. Bobby, choking back his bile asked, "What...what do you want me to do?"
Pete rested his elbows on the front seat, gripping his sagging stomach. "Just get in there," he replied. The sickening smell that emanated from his bowels overpowered the smell of the stale malt beverages. Bobby slowly got into the back seat and tried to ignore the foul odors.
"Do you want me to get you a bucket."
"Hell no, it'll stink up the truck."
"What about if I catch it in my hands?"
"Naw, there ain't nothing to wipe your hands with boy."
Bobby looked confused, "How are we supposed to..."
"Hey, boy, here's what I want you to do," Pete said. "I want you to put that pretty little face of yours in between my ass and suck out my dump until I'm done. Boy, don't let any of that shit get on your shirt."
Bobby grimaced and exhaled through his mouth and nose, before he dove in between Pete's ass and ass cheeks. His face was smothered by Pete's fleshy bowels. "Yeah," Pete moaned, "That's it, boy. Wrap those lips around my hole and suck it. You've got all the time you need, boy. Hold it in your mouth and get all the juices outta there. You want to do a good job on me, don't you, boy? Do your best for me, boy."
"I will," Bobby gulped.
Pete's sagging head fell forward. His body became rigid with his breath, as he clenched his sphincter and cracked his neck. "Oh, thank God," he said, as he relaxed. "I'm so ready for this to come out of me." Bobby, back in his seat, held his head in his hands and closed his eyes. He breathed slow and deep, trying to control his gag reflex and to suppress the wild sounds from the front seat.
He could hear Pete's labored breathing and his grunts.
He could feel Pete's shuddering buttocks rock back and forth. Bobby could tell that Pete was trying to squeeze out a large load. There was no way Bobby could help Pete. He just stayed where he was, as Pete pushed, pushing, pushing. Bobby began to breathe in and out through his nose and mouth, as his airway began to tighten and his eyes began to water.
He could feel his phlegm begin to fill his throat.
Pete groaned and cried out, as Bobby feared that he might pass out.
"Oh boy, this is gonna take forever," Pete's groans turned to sobs, as he concentrated on his quest to expel the load. "Goddamnit, I can't take it anymore! I gotta push it out!"
Bobby could feel the first turd breaking off in his mouth and it was so big he thought it would choke him.
"Hey, boy," Pete continued. "Chew it up and swallow it down, you hear me boy?"
Bobby said nothing. He could feel the tip of the large turd break off in his mouth, but he couldn't swallow.
It was just too big.
He choked as he fought to breathe. His nose and mouth began to burn and burn with pain.
He opened his mouth and coughed. He could feel his legs tremble and his insides convulse with discomfort. He gasped for breath. His lips and tongue began to quiver . He was sobbing and the tears fell from his eyes.
"Don't stop," Pete cried. "Bite down on it with your lips and swallow it down, boy! Whew! Godman, that's some foul shit." Stinky Pete began to laugh. "Eat it up, boy! Chew it up, swallow it down."
Pete's cries began to turn to moans of relief.
"We're almost there," he said.
Bobby's muscles relaxed. He exhaled slowly. His throat was sore from the noxious gases and solids that Pete had given him. He sucked in a huge breath of air and he felt the turd push its way down his throat. He could feel it lodge in his stomach and he could feel it churn and churn. Bobby realized much to his shame, that he had been reduced to a toilet for hobos. Pete had turned him into an animal.
Pete's eyes were closed. He felt the turd move down his intestines and he knew it would soon be all the way out.
"I can't take anymore," Bobby gurgled, as the hobo's hole blossomed in his mouth, depositing another hot, rank load of turdmeat.
"Please, stop, Pete," Bobby gagged. "I... I need a break. Give me a chance to catch my breath. I can't take it!"
"Don't gag, boy," Pete said. "Just swallow."
Bobby finally felt the turd slide down his throat and into his stomach. He felt the burning in his throat fade as he swallowed. He tried to breath slowly and deeply through his nostrils.
"We're almost home," Pete said. "We're into the final stretch. Be a good little boy toilet for old Pete, OK?"
Bobby said nothing, but he could hear Pete's labored breathing and he knew he had to be cramping.
Pete groaned, as the final bits of excrement slid down the long and narrow hobo hole towards Bobby's facecunt. The vagrant's final assault against Bobby's toilet mouth was a mess of fecal soft-serve.
Bobby choked and coughed and he fought to breath. He whimpered. He groaned, as he chewed the disgusting waste, which filled the crevices between his teeth and coated his tongue in a brown slime.
"There we go," Pete said. "I ain't never had anyone get through an entire load of my stanky shit. Most of the other boys end up passin out. Damn, I'm tired again, boy. Gonna doze off a bit." As Pete began to fade into sleep, Bobby decided to join him.
Six hours later, with a stomach full of shit, Bobby opened his eyes. He had fallen asleep with his head on the steering wheel. He looked up and was surprised to see Pete starting down at him. "Howdja sleep, boy? You look like you needed the rest."
Bobby sat up and looked at Pete, who cracked out into a ragged smile. "You dream about catching some nice brown trouts? Better go back to the school and get you a fishing rod...You're a cute little toilet, ain't ya?"
"Yessir," Bobby smiled a bit. "Yessir."
"You ever get outta that hellhole of a school, you come find me, boy. We'll leave this town and find somewhere else to hole up. How'd you like to shack up permanent with Ol Stinky Pete? We could have ourselves some fun every day, boy. I'll teach ya how to stand up for yourself. How to get by on the streets. You can be my best friend, my fuckboy, my urinal, my toilet, and my personal washrag. Anything I want, boy."
Bobby's stomach knotted, his face began to flush, and yet his cock grew at the thought.
Bobby looked at the ragged vagrant, who was wiping the crust from his eyes, and feeling sorry for him.
"Thank you, Pete," he said, "I'll think about it."
"You're welcome, boy."
Bobby's ankle bracelet began to vibrate. "Looks like it is time for me to get back to school."
"Fuck, why doncha just stay with me and say sayonara to that joint?"
Bobby frowned, "There's an explosive in that thing, and it will tear my leg off, maybe more . I'm not going to let that happen."
"Goddamn it, those cunts runnin the place think of everything. Can't let Ol Pete own anything, just tease me with your boycunt and take it back for themselves. You find me when you get out, I'll teach you a lot, boy."
"I don't know if I'll ever get out", Bobby sniffled.
"Now, you stop that. Fine, let's say you come back here with me. You'll be a toilet, shit man, and I'll even be your toilet. We'll be mates forever."
Bobby's cock lurched at the thought of having the man's mouth wrapped around his shithole, and for once being the feeder rather than the eater.
"I can't promise that, Pete. I don't know what's happening with my conviction. Look, I gotta go back to the shelter and get picked up before I get in trouble."
On one cold evening, Bobby was led to Stinky Pete's sleeping area in a back alley. His responsibility that evening was to keep the man warm until he could either return to his tow truck or get a bed at the shelter.
Bobby had the distinct pleasure of joining Stinky Pete underneath his sleeping bag, which was barely large enough for two people. Bobby studied the contours of Stinky Pete's body from head to foot and winced at the terrible stench that emanated from the man. He took off his clothes and got into the enclosure with the hobo. Bobby's entire body was pressed against the small of Stinky Pete's back, and they sat in silence for a few moments. Bobby wrapped his arms around the man, and due to the size difference, found his nose engulfed in Pete's rank armpit. Bobby coughed, still locked in the suffocating embrace, trying not to cry from the stench.
"Tell me about your night." Bobby said finally, trying to break the awkward silence.
Pete finally stirred, ignoring the question, and crept his hand to Bobby's flaccid penis. He began to tug on the member, and despite his disgust, Bobby became erect and fucklust crept in. He started grinding on Pete. Pete's breathing turned heavy and ragged. His breathing became irregular and his face glowed in the flicker of a streetlamp. "Fuck, boy, you gonna warm me up with that cock of yours?" he slurred. Bobby's hormones overcame him. His erection was insistent and only got harder when Pete began to point Bobby's cock in the direction of his none-too-clean hole. "Fuck me, boy. You gonna give me a good job tonight, huh?"
Bobby didn't respond. His hand moved to Pete's exposed, pulsating phallus, and the man pushed back onto the boy's cock. Bobby's entry was lubed by a sticky mix of ass sweat, anal mucus and the hastily wiped remnants of the man's earlier dump. The man's eyes rolled back in his head as Bobby pushed forward into the warm, wet cavern.
"Yes, oh yes!" Pete wailed as the young man's cock filled him. The young boy thrust faster and faster, loving the forceful slamming of his groin against Pete's ass.
You must understand that poor Bobby was used to being the fuckee, not the fucker, and at his age, shooting a load into anything was still a rare occurrence.
Pete's groaning echoed throughout the alley and Bobby's mind and body took over. He groaned along with the man, and was suddenly compelled to kiss the back of Pete's neck, moving his mouth to his ear. As his tongue began to explore Pete's earlobe, his hips rolled faster and faster and he was certain he was going to shoot in Pete's ass. But he couldn't bring himself to cum yet, to not let Pete feel the pleasure of the immense pressure rubbing up against his prostate. As Bobby continued to pound the hobo's shithole, he began to find himself oddly turned on by the feral, rank odor coming from the man's pits and by the whimpering cries emanating from the man's mouth. With his face no more than a few inches from Pete's and his cock steadily buried deep within the man, Bobby suddenly climaxed. He continued sucking Pete's earlobe into his mouth as the man began to cum.
The young man couldn't believe he was shooting a load into the hobo's rectum, but he loved the way Pete's ass gripped his cock, squeezing every last bit of semen out of his shaft. Pete's body stopped shaking and his breathing returned to normal.
"Jesus Christ, boy. That was good," he gasped. "I bet you wish you could fuck me like that all the time."
"Oh, God," Bobby groaned, collapsing into the small space between Pete's back and the brick wall, covering his face with his arm.
Both man and boy had unquestionably warmed up, although they were now soaked with sweat. Both man and boy soon fell asleep.
Bobby awoke to a sloppy morning kiss from his "lover." The hobo's tongue was inserted in his mouth, then up his nose. Closing off one of Bobby's nostrils, Pete instructed the still dazed boy to blow his nose. "Fuck yes", Pete moaned as he was rewarded with a mouthful of snot and phlegm. He opened his mouth to show Bobby the yellow tinged saliva at the base of his tongue and then gave Bobby another open mouthed, sloppy kiss. He then shoved both of his nostrils inside Bobby's mouth and the boy began to lick and suck out congested man's nasal cavity. Pete pulled off, laughing.
"No wonder I couldn't smell for shit," Pete said. "Now it's time for me to return the favor. I'm gonna fuck you now, boy, but not before waking up that boyprick of yours" Pete said. Pete turned around and got into a 69 position, and swallowed Bobby's cock to the root. Bobby was face to face with the hobo's rank forest of black, curly pubes, which stank of sweat, ass sweat, and dried piss. Bobby drew the man's pubic hair into his mouth, sucking away the accumulated gunge that had congealed throughout the night.
"Get ready, boy," Pete groaned, as he moved his hooded cock in the direction of Bobby's waiting mouth. As Bobby took the man's filthy cock in his mouth, his nose was assaulted by a new stench, that of Pete's foreskin. Pulling Bobby's head toward his foreskin, Pete slid the pinkish skin between Bobby's lips and began to deep throat the boy's cock. As the boy's tongue began to explore Pete's corrugated helmet, Pete began to fuck Bobby's mouth with his cock. Bobby hungrily stroked Pete's foreskin back and forth, alternating between suckling on the phimotic tip, and running his tongue under the thick prickhead, scooping up the clotted gunk of dickcheese and precum.
"My boy, you're gonna have to learn how to deep throat cock real fast," Pete said, as he began to ruthlessly fuck Bobby's mouth . "If you don't learn, I'm gonna fuck your mouth raw, boy. I'm gonna beat you and make you take it. I'm gonna beat you until your ass is so sore you'll cry. I'm gonna beat you until you learn how to swallow my cock like a good boy." Bobby choked and gagged as the cock invaded his throat. Although no stranger to cocksucking, Bobby thought to himself that in all of his experience he'd never sucked someone who leaked as much pre-cum as Stinky Pete. In the darkness and heat, Bobby had no idea that his mouth was being filled with another form of discharge.
Pete began to fuck Bobby's mouth faster and faster, but Bobby couldn't keep up. The momentum of Pete's fucking caused the boy's nose to be pressed against Pete's thick pubic hair and the boy began to gurgle and gag, his throat unable to accommodate the man's girth. The stench coming from Pete's manhood and underneath his balls was overpowering. "My boy," Pete said, as he sped up his thrusting, "you have to take it all the way down. Just like I do." Pete started to deep throat Bobby's pricklet. In between swallowing down the boycock, Pete moaned outloud. "Fuck," Pete said, as he continued to fuck Bobby's throat. "Oh fuck, you're taking it, boy. Oh my god, you're doing it, boy."
Pete shifted a bit, allowing Bobby access to his very wet, ripe ass hole. Bobby held onto Pete's thighs and began to try and push his tongue deeper into Pete's asshole, slurping up the fuck fluids he had deposited in the man's hole last night. Bobby's load had mixed with the homeless man's anal mucus and some small bits of shit that had worked their way down the man's digestive tract at night. "Keep fucking me with your tongue, boy," Pete said, as Bobby sucked in another mouthful of air, and swallowed, trying to draw as much cum from the ass as he could. Bobby felt a small turdlet, oddly sweet tasting and covered with ass juice move past his lips and effortlessly into his throat. Bobby pulled his mouth from Pete's asshole, fighting the gag reflex.
"I'm gonna let it all out, boy," Pete said, "get it all into of your mouth, boy...oh my god, keep going, you're doing it." As Pete relaxed his colon, Bobby's mouth was filled with a fresh blast of gas. Pete let out a loud roar of a laugh. "Just keep going, boy, my boy. Keep sucking, it's good for you." Pete shifted again and had Bobby work on his cock. "Fuck yeah! My little boy's a fucking cocksucking slut...Ugh, boy, ugh, ugh, ugh! Cocksucker, suck me good!"
"Ohhh, God," Bobby cried.
"You ready for me, boy?" Pete asked.
"Ohh, God, yes," Bobby moaned.
"Suck it, boy. Suck it as I suck you."
The young man was overcome with a tidal wave of pleasure and he couldn't keep his jaw from gaping as he felt Pete's cock going deeper and deeper, stretching him open. He began sucking the man's cock eagerly, on instinct and from years of practice. Pete made the most of it, too. "Fucking hell, you're good at that," he groaned.
"I'm gonna suck the cum right out of your balls, boy."
"I'm gonna blow you good, boy. I'm gonna come in you good." Both the man and boy were wracked with the force of their orgasm as they both blasted semen deep inside each other's bellies. Bobby's cock jerked in Pete's and exploded with another gush of cum, sending the boy into orbit with lust and hunger for more. Meanwhile, Bobby's mouth was flooded with Pete's precious cum along with another "gift" as Pete groaned. As their orgasms receded, Bobby heard the noise of an incoming car. "Goddamn it," snarled Pete, "Guess your gonna have to wait until next time to get porked by Pete's old hog."
The man pulled his pants back up, started to gather his things and said, "Now fuck off!" As Pete shuffled away, a car pulled up, and one of Lakeland's trustees got out, grabbed Bobby by the collar and pushed him into the back of the sedan.