Jim and the Nasty Dad pt 4
(Scat, puke, raunch)
Hi Jim
Fuck me I can't believe how intense and disgusting your session was with Gary and poor Ryan. I bet that lad's spent some time in A&E this past weekend. Gary certainly is a beast of a man, I think The Supplier would probably turn him into a film star. Maybe we should introduce the two? I'm glad the Bratislava video did the trick for you. I bet you liked the moment where Fernando's friend Sergio introduced the ginger boy and his brother to the baseball bat. One of my online friends said he'd never seen anything like it but it also made his cum actually hit the ceiling he shot so high. So a mess onscreen made a mess offscreen!
Speaking of mess, the plumber left quite the load to clean up when he left yesterday. I mean he was here to fix the toilet, not cause more damage to my bathroom. But when I popped up to check on him it turned out to be quite the scene. You see he'd found the cause of the blockage. I had a Grindr hookup last week who'd brought his own anal balls with him and after an hour's play with all the chems etc we lost track of one. Well! There we have it. The stupid bastard had shit it down my toilet and tried to flush it.
When I explained this to the plumber, Brendan, I noticed a bulge had grown in his jeans. He asked me how I managed to fit a ball so big inside another guy's arse and I told him it was better to show him. Before I knew it was face down on the bed with my posterior in the air and Brendan was greasing up the ball. As I took a hit of poppers I warned Brendan that I hadn't showered and things might be a bit ripe down the business end. Brendan's a big bearded bloke with a bit of a gut on him but great twinkly blue eyes. Those eyes seemed to light up at the thought of me not being 100% clean and before I knew it my pants were down and he was knelt behind me getting acquainted. I felt the tickle of his beard as he slid that inquisitive tongue into my well-used rectum and picked out pieces of dried shitty toilet paper. He snacked on my shit pipe good and deep and then started to work the ball into me. It felt great to have this unseasoned pig get some raunch practice on my rectum and the ball filled me good and proper. I warned him that when I pushed it out it might not be alone and he told me he was a big boy and could handle whatever came.
So push I did - and out came a nice chestnut brown log leaving a greasy smear as it flopped out on to the bed. Brendan went quiet and then I was pleasantly surprised to hear him munching. I turned to see him filling his face with my shit! It was smeared in his beard like a melted chocolate bar with nuts to boot. I scooted round and engaged in quite the passionate tongue wrestle, snogging my own shit in Brendan's eager mouth. Bless him, he clearly wasn't THAT experienced as he soon began to gag. His eyes watered and a guttural retch heralded a disgusting treat.
He vomited all over my face! I couldn't help opening my mouth as I tasted his bile mixed with my own shit and as it ran down my throat my gag reflex kicked in. I know! I never thought I had one! But clearly I did as we were soon vomiting back and forth with our tongues wildly fighting, smearing carrots and stomach lining all over each other's faces. I dragged him on to the bed and we rolled in our own filth as we feasted on each other's throbbing cocks. He had one of those fat short stumpy dicks that I love. Lik deep throating a pork pie. Boy could he gush. Precum everywhere! I savoured his salty fluid mixed with puke and shit and it wasn't long before he was emptying those fat hairy balls down my throat. He moaned so loud I feared the neighbours would hear, in fact I know they did.
Because once he left I stepped out into the back garden to dispose of the shit-covered bedding and I noticed the bedroom light was on next to mine. And you know who's bedroom that is. Next door's son. You know. The weirdo with the black out blinds and the furrowed brow. He's still wearing a uniform but I'll bet his arse is hairier than mine by now. And ever so fragrant. I must find a way to acquaint myself with the boy's dirty undies at some point, I bet he leaves quite the skid marks.
Anyway Brendan the plumber will be coming back at some point. You'll have to call round when he's here. You'll love the way he pukes. I wonder if he'd make it through the Bratislava film without puking? Or crying. They often do that.
Do let me know if Gary might be interested in becoming a film star. In the meantime I can't wait to see what he'll do for the extra thousand. Ryan has brothers, right? That reminds me I've received a new video in the post. "THE TWINS MEETS SANTA/SATAN". I'll pop it on tonight and play it loud in case the boy next door can't quite hear it through the wall...
Ciao for now
Clive
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