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Hard Work
Russ had been down on his luck for a while. He spent too much time fucking around, not working, not taking care of his shit. Hell, he was young, and life was boring without good beer, good drugs, and good raunchy sex. After a while though, he was down and out. His family was tired of him asking for help, and his friends were either in the same boat he was or thought he was a deadbeat. Except Mitch, his buddy from high school.
Russ and Mitch had been friends for years. Mitch used to fuck off with Russ too, getting too drunk at the bars, staying out too late, not able to keep a job. But he got his shit together, and now he had a decent apartment and was working for his brother's construction business. He was letting Russ stay on his couch while he got on his feet. Mitch had just finished up a big project, so he'd been off work for almost a week. But Mitch said his brother could give him work on the next job.
Even though he had his shit together now, Mitch was the still the same dude he always was. When he didn't have to work, he liked to lay back on the couch, play video games, and drink beer. He didn't shower unless he had to, but Russ didn't care. He was the same way. They were dudes after all - guys are supposed to smell. Mitch would hang out in the apartment all day wearing just his boxer briefs and working up some strong B.O. stink.
Russ could smell his buddy all over the apartment, but especially when they chilled together on the couch. To be honest, he was kind of into it. Russ knew for a while he was into guys, but he didn't really tell anyone. Didn't want them to think less of him, and anyway, he was a real manly guy. No one better give him shit for being a fag! But when he sat next to Mitch playing video games and he could smell his ripe scent and days old pit stink, he got chubbed up for his friend.
Mitch played hard, but he worked hard too. He worked out every morning, push-ups, pull-ups, crunches, squats. He liked to drink a lot of beer, but he ate well. He smelled like a real fuckin man should - healthy, musky, and sexy.
"Hey dude, catch this," Mitch said all of a sudden. He reached over and lifted his butt cheek and let out a huge rippling beer fart then cracked up.
Russ laughed, "Haha, fuckin nasty, bro!" But he secretly got off on the smell of his buddy's gas. And Mitch was sitting right where Russ's head was when he slept on the couch. Sometimes he felt like Mitch's ripe butt scent was baked into the couch cushion, but it turned him on.
He didn't always feel comfortable jerking off with his buddy just in the other room, but sometimes he'd bust a nut when he was taking a shower. He just didn't shower that often, so he ended up holding his load for days at a time. Russ liked that though. He got hornier and hornier without shooting his wad, and his cock was hard all the time. Just about anything would turn him on.
Mitch kept his dirty laundry in a pile in the bathroom, and on the rare occasion Russ was jacking off, sometimes he'd grab a pair of Mitch's dirty underwear and sniff them. Mitch was a really laid back dude, and he didn't seem to change his underwear that often either. Once they got to the dirty clothes pile, they were pretty filthy. Russ would huff crusty yellow stains in the front that reeked of ripe cock, dried piss, and semen. But what really turned him on was the backside. Mitch's ass smelled strong as hell. He was a pretty sweaty guy, so working out and working outside, without showering, on top of wearing the same boxer briefs for days, really got his scent ripe as fuck. Every now and then, Russ would spot skid marks where Mitch's crack would be... It's tough to keep your shitter spotless, especially if you gotta take a dump in the construction site porta-john. He huffed the skid marks extra hard, savoring the stink of Mitch's filthy ass mixed with his musk and sweat while beating off his raging boner.
"Bro, get me another beer, I gotta kill this fucker!" Mitch said, eyes glued to the TV while he was fighting the level's boss. Russ hopped up, grabbed a couple beers from the fridge and popped em open. He put one on the table in front of Mitch and started sipping his own. All of a sudden --
"Fuck yeah!!!" Mitch shouted. He won.
"Nice, man," Russ congratulated.
Just then, Mitch's phone rang. It was his brother.
"Hey bro, what's up?" he answered. "Alright, sounds good, see you then."
After he hung up, he turned to Russ. "Hey dude, got a new job working on the office building they're putting up in Homewood. We gotta get there bright and early tomorrow."
"Sweet," Russ said.
"Well, no point getting a shower if I'm just gonna get all sweaty and dirty tomorrow!" Mitch said. "Guess I should hit the sack soon. Night, man."
"Yeah, g'night, dude."
Mitch headed to the bedroom while Russ grabbed his blanket and pillow. Before he laid his head down, he pressed his face into the couch cushion and inhaled deeply, getting a good whiff of ass stink and Mitch's farts.
The next morning, Mitch's alarm went off at 5:30am. They had to be at the site at 6, and it was a 20 minute drive. Mitch quickly put some coffee on, then the guys tossed on their work clothes and boots and hopped into Mitch's truck. As Russ was sipping his cup of joe, he could already feel his stomach rumbling. He was gonna have to take a shit at the site.
Once they arrived, one guy in charge told them and the rest of the crew what needed to get done, and they all got to work. Russ headed to the porta-john on the edge of the work site. It was unlocked and he opened the door, but he quickly saw there was a big, burly man sitting with his beefy hairy thighs spread wide. His pants and tighty whities were around his ankles. Russ couldn't help but stare for a second while the big man grunted mid-dump. His eyes went to the man's underwear, which must have been already worn because they had a skid mark stripe right in the center.
"Shit, sorry, man! Door was unlocked," Russ stammered, and shut the door. Guess he was gonna have to hold it. He started walking back, but he heard the porta-john's plastic door open and saw the dude walk out. The beefy man kind of glared at him, but Russ really had to go. He beelined back to the shitter.
He stepped in, and it stank! His nose filled with the rotten smell of a small plastic box sitting in the sun filled with sweaty working guys' dumps. He shut the door, and that's when he realized the lock was busted. No way to get some privacy, but whatever. A man's gotta shit. He dropped his pants and sat on the seat, still warm from the burly man's hairy ass cheeks. He let out a relieved moan as his morning dump pushed out of his butthole with a loud fart. It was a big one, falling with a heavy thud. Still sitting there, Russ let out a strong stream of piss and reached for the TP. Before he could grab a wad, the door opened. Standing there was the burly dude from earlier, his tall, wide, hulking body filling up the doorframe with morning sunlight shining from behind. He stepped all the way in and shut the door.
"Hey faggot, you like to watch men shit, huh?" the man said with a gruff voice.
Russ was in a pretty vulnerable position, pants around his ankles, hadn't even wiped his ass. "Uh, what? Hell no, dude, it was an accident!" he defended.
"Saw the way you were looking at me, faggot. I know what you want."
In the small box made for one person, the two guys were really close together. Over the smell of man shit, Russ got a whiff of this man's pheromones. His body odor was strong. It seemed like his stench was radiating off his whole body in pungent fumes. The big man turned around, his beefy, muscular ass bulging against the seat of his work pants. He roughly grabbed the back of Russ's head and pushed his face into his butt.
"Go on, pig, sniff!"
Russ resisted for a moment, but the man's scent was too strong. He sniffed the man's ass through his pants and could tell he was ripe as hell. He'd just taken a dump, sure, but a man's ass doesn't smell that strong unless he hasn't showered for a while, letting his thick masculine musk build up in his crack. He realized he was gonna have to work with this guy, and he didn't want the other men knowing he was a dirty butt sniffing fag, so he pushed the guy away as best he could.
"Come on, man!" Russ pleaded. "What the fuck!"
The guy turned back around and laughed at Russ. "I know you want it, faggot. Give in."
"No I fucking don't, dude! Fuck off! Just let me take a shit and get to work, man, that's disgusting!" Russ lied.
The man laughed again and just glanced down at where Russ was sitting on the toilet seat. His cock betrayed him. It was rock hard, sticking straight up, and literally leaking a stream of pre-cum that was sliding down to his balls. Russ was caught. He got a better look at the man in front of him. He was a bald guy with a thick beard and big bushy eyebrows. He was wearing a white wife beater, stained with dirt and grease, and yellowing stains under his intensely furry pits. His thick mat of chest hair went all the way up to the bottom of his neck, bristling against his tank top. He even had fur on his shoulders and back. He was clearly muscular and strong, but he had a gut, and his pecs hung with a layer of fat over the solid muscle. His nipples were pierced, and Russ could see silver nipple rings through his wife beater. He had on dark blue Dickies work pants and some solid boots. The man unbuttoned his pants, unzipped his fly, and pulled them down around his big, muscular thighs. Russ could see the same tighty whities he'd glimpsed earlier, now straining to contain the man's meaty bulge.
He turned around again, with Russ still sitting on the toilet seat, and Russ got a good look at the seat of his tighty whities. The man bent forward, pushing his butt towards Russ's face, and the white cotton stretched too tight across his big ass. Hair was coming up his lower back, sticking out from the waistband, and all down his thighs, so thick it was almost like his bush covered his entire legs. Right in the center of his butt crack, Russ saw the faint stain of a skid mark even from the outside. The man pressed his ass onto Russ's face, pushing the back of his head against the hard plastic wall, and he couldn't move at all.
The burly, hairy man reeked to high heaven. If Russ thought Mitch's scent was strong, this guy was like that times 10. He was at least a decade older too, and a man's scent ages like whiskey, getting more virile, pungent, and distinguished over time. Russ was in shock and ecstasy, and he couldn't stop himself from taking in a deep breath, inhaling slowly and heavily, smelling all the rank musk emanating from this beefcake's dirty butt crack. He held the scent in his nose, rubbing his face into the man's huge, dirty white cotton covered ass cheeks, then exhaled with a sigh of pure pleasure.
Right then, the man released a rumbling fart, plunging Russ's face into the stinkiest, filthiest ass gas he'd ever experienced. Up close and personal! The man groaned as his fart just kept blasting like a souped up motorcycle revving its engine before petering off into moist sputtering and leaving Russ in a cloud of masculine raunch.
Russ couldn't stop himself. He grabbed the man's briefs and wrenched them down his thighs. He buried his whole face in this man's furry ass. It was really furry, too. Russ could barely see the guy's skin under the tangle of thick, dark black hair. He motorboated the hairy god's muscular fat ass, feeling his beefy cheeks bounce against his face. He huffed the filthiest shithole he'd ever smelled then dug his tongue out, wiping the man's dirty butt with his tongue.
He lapped at the man's ass for a solid five minutes, accompanied by moans from the both of them. He tasted all the sweat, grime, built up heavy musk, and crud, and swallowed the gobs of saliva his tongue was dripping. The man farted a few more times, grunting loudly each time, spewing hot, wet air into Russ's open mouth. Russ was snorting like a pig, tongue going wild in this dude's filthy hairy ass. He lapped up all the stink until the man's ass stink started to fade. His cock was pouring a river of pre-cum, but Russ's hands were too busy rubbing and shaking the man's mounds of furry butt around his face to even think about stroking his own cock.
The guy turned around, grinning ear to ear, and told Russ to open his mouth. Even with a hard cock, he let out a thick stream of yellow piss right down Russ's throat. While he gulped the man's piss, Russ could still smell the stench of his raunchy butt all over his face.
"Wipe your ass and get to work, kid. I'm not paying you to lick dirty butthole!" the man said playfully. That's when Russ realized -- this was his boss, Mitch's brother! They'd never met before, but, shit, they sure had now!
Russ wiped his ass a couple times and both men stepped out of the porta-john.
"Name's Brock. You must be Russ," Brock said.
"Uhh, yep, good to meet you," Russ replied, still a little stunned. He knew Mitch's brother was older, but this guy was old enough to be his dad. He'd find out later that Brock was Mitch's half brother. Their dad was only 15 when Brock was born. He'd knocked up his own babysitter. He got married to Mitch's mom after he got her pregnant 20 years later.
"Who knew my little bro had such raunchy piggy friends? You eat his ass like that too?" Brock asked.
"Never, man, I don't think Mitch is into dudes," Russ replied.
Brock just chuckled and said, "He didn't think you were."
The men got back to the work site and mostly didn't see each other for the rest of the day. Russ wanted to impress Brock and keep up with the other guys, so he worked really hard. All in all, it was a good first day on the job.
When the day was done, Brock got all the guys together.
"Starting out well, men. We're on a tight deadline for this building, so keep it going like this and we'll be in good shape. You got the day off tomorrow - still waiting on materials. But I'll see you all same time the day after."
Mitch threw an arm around his buddy. "Hey dude, knew I could count on you. Can't stick out my neck for some lazy deadbeat to work for my brother, you know?"
Russ could smell his friend's pit stink right next to his head.
"Yeah man, you know I've got your back."
As the other guys were heading to their vehicles and leaving, Brock walked up to the two of them.
"Hey Mitch, hey Russ, good work today," he said.
"Thanks bro," Mitch said. "This is my buddy, Russ."
"Yeah, I met Russ earlier this morning by the shitter," Brock said, winking at Russ who was going bright red. "Y'all wanna get dinner and some beers? On me."
"Hell yeah, brother!" Mitch said.
"Yeah, sure thing. Thanks for the work by the way," Russ chimed in.
"Hey, buddy, any friend of Mitch here is good in my book. Don't prove me wrong."
Brock hopped in his truck, and Russ got in Mitch's. They headed to a spot with good food not far away. They got there and walked in to a smoky, dim pub with some booths by the windows and a big bar in the center. The guys followed Brock to a booth near the corner and sat down. Hanging above was a big stained glass lamp, lit low. Brock caught the eye of the dude working there and gave him a smile and nod, and he walked over. Russ figured Brock must be a regular here.
"Hey Brock, hey boys," the guy said. "What's good tonight?"
"Hey Darrell. Starting a new project today. This is my little brother and his buddy - they're helping me out. Get us a pitcher of that draft lager while we figure out what to eat."
"Sure thing boss," Darrell said.
Brock told the guys, "Burgers here are real good. Decent steak too. Get whatever you want."
At that point Darrell came back with the pitcher of beer and a few mugs. The guys ordered, and Darrell left to put in their order with the kitchen. They sipped their brews and chatted a bit about the project. After a few minutes, Brock started looking his little brother up and down from across the table.
"Hey bro," Brock said to Mitch, "You're looking good, man. Working out a lot?"
Mitch looked a little nervous and embarrassed. He said, "Yeah man, trying to keep in shape. Cool it in front of Russ, though, dude."
"Don't think you have to worry about your buddy here," Brock responded. "Russ had his face buried deep in my ass this morning!"
Russ gulped, and started chugging his mug of beer. Mitch looked over at him, eyes wide and mouth open.
"Bro... you never told me you- Damn! I've had a crush on you forever, man!" Mitch said.
"Boys, this is why you can't be afraid to make a move," Brock chimed in. "Y'all could've been fucking like animals this whole time!" He was cracking up as Darrell walked back up with their food.
"Fucking like animals, huh? You never change, brother," he said, winking at Brock.
Russ couldn't take it anymore.
"Fuck! You men got me so fucking horned! Mitch, I sniff your dirty underwear in the bathroom dude. I had my tongue deep in your brother's ripe ass this morning. I love raunchy pig sex with smelly, dirty men. I can't get enough!" he exclaimed.
Darrell just chuckled and said, "Alright Brock, you know how to pick 'em. I'll be around if you boys need anything else." He winked and walked away.
The guys dug in to their burgers and polished off the pitcher of beer. Russ had to take a piss and headed to the bathroom.
It was tucked away in the corner of the pub, dimly lit. There was a trough urinal, no dividers, two stalls, and a sink. There were big mirrors on every wall. He pulled out his cock and started to piss, his stream hitting the metal basin in front of him, and he saw in the mirror that Darrell was in one of the stalls, door wide open. He was sitting on the toilet, smoking a cigarette and ashing it on the floor. He caught Russ looking at him, grinned, and grunted while pushing out a fat dump.
Russ shook his cock and felt it chub up in his hand. He turned around and showed Darrell his dick as it boned up.
"Fuck yeah," Darrell said. His own dick was hard, sticking straight up with his balls dangling in the toilet bowl. Russ didn't waste a second. He got on his knees in front of the hot older man who just took a shit in front of him and started sucking off his meaty cock. He could smell the pungent scent of pure man all over the bathroom, mingling with cigarette smoke, piss, and shit.
Russ was still sucking Darrell's cock, which was short but not small and thick as hell, when the older man grabbed some toilet paper and leaned forward to wipe his beefy hairy butt. Russ's face pressed against Darrell's gut. His shirt was riding up and Russ felt his hairy belly and big, ripe bush engulf him. Darrell groaned low and deep while he wiped his ass a couple times.
Then he moved to stand up, pulling Russ off his dick. He started stroking, a glistening drop of pre-cum emerging from his fat cock head, and turned around.
"You like raunchy men, huh? Lick my butthole clean, boy," he ordered.
Russ got to work. His ass was ripe but not too filthy, even after just taking a shit. Darrell had wiped well enough, and Russ's tongue took care of the rest. He licked out any remaining butt grease and cleaned a couple dingleberries off the hair around his hole. Darrell was jerking off hard. He inhaled sharply, held his breath for a moment, then let it out with a sigh and farted. Russ felt his hole tense up and loosen as he farted, and he heard Darrell grunt loudly and shoot his load all over the toilet seat. Whatever air was left in his butt released onto Russ's tongue, filtering up around his face and in his nostrils. This was a man in his prime, fully ripe in years and scent, relieving himself in every way.
After a moment reveling in post-nut pleasure and relaxation, he wiped the jizz off his cock head then off the toilet seat and held his hand to Russ's mouth. Russ licked his load up obediently. Darrell pulled the young man to his feet and stuck his tongue in his mouth, tasting his own butt musk.
"Thanks, brother. I needed that," the older man said.
As Russ and Darrell were buttoning their pants, still standing together in the open stall, Mitch and Brock walked in.
"Hope you didn't bust yet, dude," Mitch said, winking at Russ. He and his older brother pissed in the trough, and the guys all left the bathroom. Brock paid the check, tipped Darrell generously, and the guys headed outside for a final smoke before rolling out.
"Gonna head back, boys," Brock said, putting his cigarette out. "Guess you guys have a lot to catch up on with each other. I wanna hear all about it, and don't forget - I need to see you bright and early the day after tomorrow."
"Sure thing, Brock," Mitch said. Russ and Mitch watched Brock's beefy ass as he climbed into his truck, nodded at them, and drove off. The guys got in Mitch's truck and headed home themselves.
"Bro..." Mitch said. "You really sniff my dirty underwear?"
Russ went red. "Uhh, yeah dude, your smell gets me rock hard. Is that fucked up?"
"Nah, that's hot. This time, you're gonna get my smell straight from the source."
Mitch had a dominant streak just like his brother. He was a pretty laid back guy, but when he knew some pig faggot wanted a piece of him, he liked to take advantage.
The guys pulled up to Mitch's apartment and went inside. Mitch immediately went to his spot on the couch and booted up his PS5.
"Hey bro, we're off tomorrow. Get us some beers, yeah?" he said to Russ while he eyes stayed on the screen. Russ grabbed a couple beers from the fridge, popped them open, and sat next to Mitch on the couch.
"Uh uh, not today, bro," Mitch said, taking a jeering alpha tone Russ hadn't heard from his buddy before. "Get on your knees between my legs dude."
Russ took a few quick chugs of his beer then did as he was told. He knelt between his buddy's legs, face to face with Mitch's musky crotch. Russ could already smell him. Mitch's muscular legs filled his blue jeans out nicely.
"Take my pants off and suck my cock," Mitch commanded, and Russ followed. He pulled Mitch's dirty jeans down so they laid on his boots around his ankles. Then he peeled off his grey boxer briefs, which were sweaty and smelled strong as hell. He could tell Mitch had already worn these for a few days. Now he was up close and personal with Mitch's cock.
His friend had a pretty big cock, long and thick, with a few prominent veins. His bush was totally wild - he probably hadn't used a razor down there ever. Beyond being furry, his whole crotch stank, strong. Masculine pheromones were pouring into Russ's face, making him drool. This was way better than sniffing Mitch's underwear. Russ never thought he'd get the chance to be this close to his favorite smell.
He wrapped his lips around Mitch's hardening cock and took it all down his throat. He buried his nose in his friend's bush and inhaled deep. The musky scent hit him like poppers, and he started sucking Mitch off rhythmically, while his buddy moaned. The whole time, Mitch was just enjoying being blown and playing his video game. Every now and then, his whole body would jerk as Mitch contorted himself with his controller during a particularly tough battle.
Russ turned his head and started licking Mitch's heavy balls while jerking him off, and right when his nose got close to his buddy's taint, Mitch farted, blowing a rippling stream of man gas into Russ's face.
Russ huffed the stench of whatever the burger Mitch ate earlier was now, and took it as an invitation. Mitch must have read his mind because he slid down the couch a bit, hanging his meaty butt cheeks over the edge, splayed wide, giving Russ the perfect view of his musky butthole. Russ just admired the beauty for a moment. This was his best friend for years, who he'd lusted after for just as many years, and now he was up close and personal with his ripe, unwashed anus. Russ did not hold back.
He sniffed for minutes, memorizing his friend's odor, savoring the stink. When Mitch would jerk trying to do a certain move in his game, Russ felt his butt jerk against his face. He started making out with Mitch's hole like it was the first meal he'd had in a year. Mitch started moaning. Russ got his tongue in every crack and crevice he could fine in Mitch's butt, licking up and down his crack, around his hole, on his fuzzy butt cheeks. He stuck his tongue as far in Mitch's ripe shithole as he could. After a while, he noticed Mitch had stopped playing his game. He was in ecstasy, head thrown back against the couch cushion, legs splayed, with his best buddy rooting around in his dirty shitter.
Mitch started stroking his cock and talking dirty.
"Fuck, bud, I've needed this. I've wanted this forever, dude. Auuggghhh, yeah man, fuck yeah Russ, dig your tongue up my ass. Unnnnh, fuck that feels good. Man, I know it's raunchy down there. I haven't showered in a week, bro! Fuck-- Ah! Awwwww, awwh fuuuuck yeah! Mmmm, lick my nasty shithole, buddy. Taste my rank butt man! Get in there good! Fuck, I gotta fart! I'm gonna fart in your mouth, Russ!"
Mitch was jerking furiously as Russ wrapped his lips around the smelly guy's asshole, sticking his tongue in deep. Mitch rumbled out a bassy, wet, ripplingly loud fart that echoed right into Russ's open mouth. Russ feverishly licked his friend's hole as he farted. He could taste what he desired most - pure man filth. He was in ecstasy too, not even touching himself.
"Awwwwhhh fuck! Taste my shit, dude! How's that man gas smell? Fuck, don't stop, I'm gonna cum. ARRRGGHHH!!! FUCK! Lick my dirty ass, man! Taste my dirty, unwashed shitter, Russ! Bro I ran out of TP at the job site today... I know it's fuckin nasty down there! Yeah, lick that filth, clean my raunchy dirty hole! Fuck, I'm gonna nut!"
Mitch busted his nut all over Russ's head, with his tongue still rutting in his butthole. He was panting, and Russ was covered in semen. That was so fucking hot! Russ thought. He could taste Mitch's man musk in his mouth still and he could smell his raunchy butt pheromones all over his face.
"Okay buddy, your turn," Mitch said, winking. Russ hadn't gotten off in days, but he was ready. They switched places and Mitch returned the favor. It wasn't long until Russ shot thick rope after rope of hot cum all over his best friend's face. Damn! The first time they got into it, and they licked each other's dirty butts. They were really a good pair of dudes.
Mitch and Russ were at it like rabbits after that night. They fucked every way they could think of at every chance they got. They toned it down at work as best they could, but Russ still got the chance to eat out Brock's dirty ass a few more times. Before they knew it, the project was almost done. Russ had proved himself as a top worker, and Brock assured him he'd hire him on for future jobs. Mitch was even making him pay his fair share of the rent now - but they were happy to live together. They even shared a bed.
The final day on the job, everyone put the finishing touches on the building. It was ready for the client to move their stuff in. Brock gathered the crew together.
"Alright men, great work. Job well done. You really put in the work and finished this project in top shape. Each one of you is going to get a bonus on your check - and besides that, I've got another way to say thanks..."
The men hooted and hollered. Everyone loves getting some extra money.
"Russ, get over here!" Brock said. Russ was shocked, but he walked up towards Brock.
"You all know Russ by now. Well, Russ here is gonna do you all the honor of licking your dirty buttholes before you head home!"