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I was thoroughly pissed off. Not only was my partner away in Australia on my birthday, but we were moving house on that very day, and he had left me to do all the donkey work.I had had to do all the packing (though he had arranged for the delivery of the tea chests) and now I had to oversee the actual move from A to B.
We were moving from our place in North West London to Wandsworth, an inner suburb across the River Thames. We'd managed to get a decent sized Victorian property for below market value, since it was in dire need of extensive renovation. We wanted the extra space, as we like to do a fair amount of entertaining, and also because Paul, my partner, has a sizable family, and likes it when they can come up to London and stay.
Paul and I have been together for fifteen years. At the beginning it was "lust at first sight", but, after a couple of years, we just had to face the fact that sexually we were no longer all that compatible. He was getting more into S & M and heavy bondage, with all the role play and scenarios that went along with that, while I....., well, putting it plainly, was getting more into raunch.
There's no two ways about it: I'm an arse pig.
We developed a close bond on all other levels however. We share many tastes, hobbies and interests. We like each other's company and generally get on with each other's friends (at least the non-sexual ones). We still enjoy travelling together whenever possible, and if we go to a place like New York or Amsterdam, in the evening he will simply take off in one direction and I will take off in another.
You could say we have "an open relationship". One night stands are fine, but "affairs on the side" are not encouraged. We have one "hard and fast" rule, which is never to bring any tricks back to the place where we both live.
In my sexual preferences I have more in common with Paul's business associate, Charles. When Charles first came into our lives, he and I spent a couple of really filthy and enjoyable weekends at his seaside flat in Brighton, but we soon realised that we would have to end it there. To have continued would have meant the end of my relationship with Paul, and probably the end of their business partnership too.Charles and I cooled it, and he became a good platonic friend, albeit one who knows all my sexual secrets intimately, whereas Paul, my partner, only knows a small part of it, and doesn't really care to know the rest. Charles, on the other hand, is as big a pig as I am, and we very often frequent the same people.
So, Paul was away, I was hopping mad, and the big day had come. I was waiting for the removal people.
To be fair, Paul had done much of the spade work. All I had really had to do was the packing. In addition to ordering the boxes and tea chests, Paul had contacted a removal company, one recommended by Charles, and my only other responsibility had been to re-confirm everything by phone.
The company he had hired was called " Three D Removals" and they were from out of town (I imagined that an "out of town" company would have been considerably cheaper than a London based one), The woman at the other end of the phone had said: "Don't worry, Mr. Jones. The boys know London. My brother, Dorian, and his men will be with you around 9 o'clock on Thursday. I understand from them that they have received all the instructions. Have you completed all your packing? Good, then leave it all to us. You just have to be there. We do the rest."
Thursday had come. The weather was sultry and a bit humid. Storms were threatened for later on in the day. The removal van drew up outside. Three men stepped out.
"Mr. Bill Jones?", the oldest one of the three asked as I opened the door to them. "Pleased to meet you, sir. I'm Dorian Briggs. These are my two partners, Dino and Dave." He laughed: "We're the "Three D's. Are we all packed up and ready?"
They began taking the tea chests and boxes to the van as I looked on. There were almost 100 boxes and chests of various sizes. We had a lot of stuff to move.I watched the men as they began moving the boxes. That's the trouble with me: I always have to look at the men. I suppose I have a high sex drive, though I rarely act on it. I like looking at straight men most of all, probably because "by definition" they are "out of bounds". Or maybe subconsciously I think they are more masculine. I dunno.
Anyway, I liked the look of these three.
The youngest one was Dino. Any man or woman would have liked Dino. Young, masculine and handsome, he definitely had a street wise look about him and a very good body.You could see right away that he worked out a lot. You could also see that he had a very big dick, that was clearly discernible under his lightweight khaki shorts. His body wasn't fat, but he had a meaty, well formed bubble butt. From his name and good looks, I assumed that Dino's family was Greek. His short hair and eyes were very dark, but the icing on the cake was the "George Michael-type" stubble that only Greek or Turkish men normally seem to have. Dino was quick and light on his feet, bursting with energy and raring to go. He kept touching his cock and balls when he was talking to you. I quickly came to the conclusion that half the time he didn't even realise that he was doing it. It's just something that many Greek and Southern Italian men have a habit of doing.
Helper Number 2 was probably in his mid-thirties, by the name of Dave. He was a strapping fellow, big boned and beefy. He had a bubble butt that stuck out a mile, and thighs and glutes that were massive. His old faded Levis were well worn and even beginning to come apart at the seams. They were mouth wateringly tight around his buns, and I reckoned that, for him to have got like that, he had be regularly squatting with weights of over 300 lbs at the gym. Dave was a bit taller than Dino and much heavier. Whereas Dino was basically a good looking kid with a fair bit of muscle, Dave was a real bodybuilder, who'd been building up muscle for years. With his pale skin and steely blue eyes, his strong jaw, and his greased, dark brown hair, which curled down mid-forehead to a slight peak, he looked a lot like "Kake" from the Tom of Finland drawings. The only difference was that he wasn't wearing black leather.
Man Number 3 was "the Gaffer", Dorian. He was the boss. Older than the other two, maybe even in his early fifties, he was no oil painting. He was chunky, but he had a sizable belly and a full round arse, which was quite prominent, meaty and broad. A bit like a rugby players arse. It was emphasised by the oily brown striped trousers that he was wearing. They might have been smart once, but now the material was getting thin and shiny, and especially greasy round the arse and crotch. He had a habit of continually yanking up his trousers while he was talking to you. He had probably put on a good bit of weight since he had first bought them, since they tended to hug his plump arse cheeks, especially when he yanked them up. Dorian had a fleshy, pock marked face, a flat, turned up nose and thick, sandy hair, which was cut short at the back and sides. His olive coloured vest was stained and grimy and had rather a lot of holes in it. I could see that he had plenty of hair on his chest. As I said, he was no oil painting, but something about him made my cock twitch right away. Here was the sort of man I'd have loved to have been locked up in a steam room with, or forced to share a cell with overnight. There was something dirty about him, something that woke in me a deep wish to be defiled. I found myself thinking that he must have a really sweaty arse, and that I'd have loved him to smother my face with it and make me inhale his farts.
Fuck me, if these straights only had an inkling of what we're sometimes thinking about them !
After a couple of hours of loading up, we were ready for the journey across town. I climbed into the cabin with them, at the front of the van. Conversation was polite, and it avoided anything that was in any way personal. They asked me how long I'd been living at the house we had just left, and what the house that we were going to was going to be like.They wanted to know if it would present any practical difficulties in moving all the stuff in, and whether there were lots of stairs.
Suddenly, as we were driving through Neasden, someone farted.It was a silent, lethal sort of fart. The oily sort, that wraps itself around everybody in the vicinity and takes over.
Nobody said a word. No "sorry." No "excuse me". We just looked ahead or stared out of the windows. The fart hung around in the air, but there was no reaction. There wasn't going to be one.
I sort of wondered who had been the culprit? Maybe Dino? (those young guys at the gym with their protein shakes !). Or maybe Bodybuilder Dave, with his glutes as big as beach balls? His arse was big enough; it could easily have been him. Or Dorian? He looked the sort of man who could drop one at anytime and not give a stuff. I'd often seen guys like Dorian in straight porn movies, doing really sleazy things to women. I liked that sort of straight movie, except that they never showed much of the man, and always too much of the woman. I wanted to see more of the dirty bastard who was doing things to her.
Anyway, whoever it had been, they sure knew how to fart. This one had been a stinker !
As we crossed over Wandsworth Bridge it began to rain.
"Christ, just what we needed," grumbled Dorian.
We reached the house, and quickly the boys got round to the back of the lorry and began unloading. The house had a small path and three steps leading up to the front door. Quite a big, high ceilinged property, totally detached and spread over three storeys. No lift.
I'd already enjoyed watching these three hunks moving our stuff out of the old house we'd just left, and now I was looking forward to a second treat, because this house had lots of stairs. My eyes would be glued to their arses as they struggled with the tea chests..
Lovely. I couldn't wait !!
Meanwhile, to keep them happy, I'd be keeping up a constant supply of tea or coffee. As you do.
They had only got five or six tea chests in through the door, when the heavens opened. They tried to carry on, but they were getting drenched, so they had to stop for bit, while we waited for the heavy rain to subside. In the meantime I made everyone mugs of tea,
"So, what have you got here? Three storeys and an attic?" asked Dave.
"Three floors, but no attic," I replied. "But there's a cellar".
"A cellar?" interrupted Dorian, and throwing a quick glance at the other two, he added "Fancy !"
I suppose it was a normal enough thing to say, but something about it struck me as odd.
The rain began to ease off and the boys got back down to work again. They were working up a sweat as they carried more heavy stuff in from the rain, which hadn't yet stopped.The view of their arses got more and more interesting. Dino's muscle butt looked sexier than ever, as his wet khaki shorts started clinging to his buttocks. Each time he came in, the damp brown circles around his buns had just got bigger. Big Dave's denim, I'm sure, could not have shrunk any more than it already had, but as he repeatedly climbed the stairs with boxes, the sweat on his back started soaking through his vest. I tried to imagine what the smell in the big man's trench would be like.As for Dorian, he was wet through. His old suit trousers had absorbed all the rain, and were now riding up into the cleft of his hefty big arse crack. The more he worked, the more they clung to him. I pictured rugby players again, and how their muddy shorts ride up in the scrum, especially when the rain's beating down.
"Where's the loo, mate?"
I was jolted out of my day dreaming. It was Big Dave needing to take a piss.
"Oh, it's down there, Dave, at the back," I said. "But I'm afraid there's no door at the moment."
"Oh, that's all right, mate," he said, and edged past me.
I heard the sound of him beginning to pee, and couldn't resist walking past the open doorway to take a look. I stopped dead in my tracks. Dave was not only peeing, but he had his 501s right down around his ankles. His mighty arse and thighs were on full show. Fuck, they were big !. I stood there staring. It was as much as I could do, not to get on my knees and start sniffing.
As he began to pull up his jeans he turned, and caught me looking in his direction. I stood rooted to the ground like a frightened animal in the headlamps.
Dave just tucked his vest into his pants and grinned:
"Thank you, mate," he said.
Stepping back into the hallway, and squeezing past me, he grinned a second time and, as he did so, he let out a big loud fart. Still with a grin on his face, he said:
"Oops, excuse me," and carried on back to the van. Dave's fart smelt warm and pungent.
"Thank you too," I thought to myself. I went back to the kitchen to brew up some more tea.
It was only later on in the day, when Dino had gone down to the loo for a piss, that I began to think that it was a bit odd, the way in which they were all behaving. Dino had passed me a couple of times on the stairs, and been perfectly polite in the way in which he had spoken to me, but on both occasions he had looked me in the eye, while touching his cock and balls, and then farted. Neither of us had said anything, but it was kind of peculiar.
Now that he was taking a pee, I passed the open doorway again, and saw that, as with Dave, Dino's khaki shorts were right down around his ankles. His arse was also on show, and what an arse it was: all the classical beauty of a young Greek god, added to which was all the hairiness of a modern Greek man. Dino was what some people like to call "hirsute". He had luxuriant dark body hair on his legs, arms and chest. His buns were moderately hairy too, but his crack looked really deep, dark and inviting. I salivated. Despite his shorts being down around his ankles, Dino had his feet as wide apart as possible. He stood with his back to me, taking a pee, whistling softly to himself, and half looking up at a side window. As he shook his dick dry, he flexed his glutes two or three times. And when he turned round and saw me standing there, he just smiled and said: "Excuse me, sir," The hallway was narrow, and, as he squeezed past, I felt his rock hard buns press firmly against my twitching cock. He didn't fart or touch his balls this time, but as he proceeded down the hall, he reached back and used two fingers to give his arse crack a good deep scratch.
I was baffled.
The best came mid-afternoon, after we had had another tea break. This time Dorian had made his way down to the toilet, and, a couple of minutes later, I heard him call out:
"Excuse me, have you got any bog roll?"
I remembered I had seen some on the kitchen work top, so I grabbed some.
I stood short of the doorway, not looking in, and called out "here we are," expecting him to lean forward and take it out of my hand. But he said:
"It's okay, you can come in. I'm not shy"
Gingerly I put my head round the doorway, and saw him sitting there, legs apart and shitting. He'd been reading the newspaper (I suppose he could have used some of that ), but he smiled, and, as if this were the most normal situation in the world, he said:
"Nothing in the world like a good shit, Mr Jones. I bet you enjoy a really good shit, don't you, sir?"
On which he let out a loud fart, leaned forward and took the roll out of my hand, said "thank you," and went back to reading his newspaper.
Feeling even more puzzled than ever, after what had just happened, I met Dino again on the stairs. He was struggling with one of the heaviest tea chests, and as Dave came rushing up the stairs to help him, the lid began to slide off. Dino started to lose his grip, and the lid fell on the stairs with a clatter and, with it, some of the tea chest's contents. I looked in horror at what was laying at our feet: fetish photos of muscle guys, Tom of Finland Retrospectives, a couple of rubber dildos.
I was busted.
Without a word, Dave bent over and started to pick it all up. He looked for a brief second at the cover of one of the Tom of Finland books, and seemed to smile to himself. Then he handed it all back to me. He said nothing at all.
Dino looked a little bit awkward, and just said: "Sorry about that, Mr. Jones"
I went down the stairs feeling very embarrassed and every bit as confused as ever. It was almost as if they all knew how to read my mind, but had chosen to show no reaction.
It was nothing short of bizarre.
The time came when everything had been unloaded, and the boxes all paced in the appropriate rooms. Dorian took the pencil, which he had lodged behind his ear, and before writing out an invoice, asked me how I wanted to pay. We agreed on cash and i said that I would be adding a tip for each one of them.
Dorian said:"That's very kind of you,sir. Now the job's done, may I call you Bill?" and gave the other two a wink.
"Of course, Dorian," I said, pressing some money into his hand.
"Thank you, Bill," he said."And now the boys and I have got something for you. We know it's your birthday and we've heard you like cakes."
And, as if on cue, all three of them turned round and bared their arses.
I stood wide eyed in astonishment. Dorian turned slightly to see what I was waiting for:
"Time for a good sniff, mate," he said, laughing. "You've been wanting to do it all day. Get in there "
I was gobsmacked, but as quick as a flash I was on my knees.
Questions could wait for later.
Dino's butt came first. I brought my nose up to his hairy crack and inhaled deeply. Maybe I had been fooled by his youth and outstanding physical beauty. I just didn't expect the overpowering smell of sweat mixed with shit that greeted me. This arse was decidedly male and pretty rank at that. I extended my tongue and sampled its thick hairy ripeness. Dino flexed his muscles and gave me a strong welcome fart. My cock was stiff as a board already, but I had two arses to go. I moved across to Dave.
Here was an arse you could get truly lost in. Only years of deep squats and the heaviest weights could have produced a pair of glutes like these. Dave widened his stance and flexed them for me. A fart from this arse would have had the power to blow you over, let alone what the odour would do to you. I took some deep whiffs and savoured the rich heady smell that emanated from his shithole. I set about licking the whole of his beefy crack. There was enough arse here to feed a family of eight.
Like a gourmet who leaves the most anticipated morsel till last, I moved across to Dorian. What was it about this ugly fucker that turned me on so much? Was it, as my sister always said, that, deep down, what I wanted most of all was "a bit of rough"? That most of all I needed to feel that I was being dirty, and that I wanted to be defiled? This man's arse was also big and chunky, but not beautifully sculpted like Dino's, or outstandingly muscular like Dave's. Something inside me, however, was saying that Dorian's arse was a REAL man's arse, and my God, it stank. It fucking stank ! The fucker hadn't used the loo roll I had brought him mid-afternoon. All that had been subterfuge. I could see now that the fucker hadn't wiped at all. Thick smears of shit were mashed up in his butt trench, and the hairs around the hole itself were matted and caked.
I took a deep breath and dived in. The mightiest of farts greeted me, blasting my mouth and nostrils with some of the dirty gas he'd been saving up for this moment.
"Now we've got the introductions over with," said Dorian, "I think it's time you showed us your cellar"................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
We filed through the doorway that led to the cellar stairs.
The cellar itself had originally been a coal cellar. Large houses built at the time often had them. During World War II people often used them to shelter during the Blitz. Coal was still a principal source of heating up until the late 1960s. Nowadays, with gentrification, many of these cellars have been converted into trendy basements, home cinemas, etc, but this basement still had to be "done". This one still had its original red brick walls, crumbling in places, black and sooty in others. Two bare low wattage bulbs hung from the rafters as the sole source of lighting. In the middle of the area there were a few cheap wooden planks for people to stand on, but all around the edge the ground was basically gritty pock marked cement,strewn with old hessian sacks. Where there were wooden beams, there were cobwebs. Loads of them.
"Nice," murmured Dorian looking around approvingly. "Got any beers?"
"I put a six pack in the fridge earlier on," I replied, "but they won't be that cold yet."
"That don't matter," said Dorian. "Bring 'em down." He turned to Big Dave.
"Dave," he said,"I want four of those tea chests down here, and a couple of large boxes. And bring my brown leather hold-all out of the van."
Dave shot up the stairs, and I went off to the kitchen to fetch the beers. There was a second six pack out on the work top, so I replaced the ones I was taking out of the fridge.
Down in the cellar we opened up the beers. Dorian's brown leather bag contained various items of clothing and some sex toys. Dino pulled on a black Lycra thong, which looked great on him. Dorian and Dave both went for heavy jock straps. I was also given a jock strap to wear, but not as heavy as theirs.Everyone put their footwear back on again.
The next thing I knew, Dorian had come right up to me, and Dave and Dino had seized my arms from behind. Dorian tweaked my nipples hard, took a swig of beer and sprayed it all over my face. I felt my cock stiffen.
"Open your mouth," he said, and, taking another swig of beer, he placed his mouth over mine and let the beer dribble over my tongue. He then started to shove his big wet tongue down my throat, while Dave, from behind, took over from him, squeezing my tits, Dino had greased up his right hand, and was massaging my arse crack and fingering my hole.
Dorian's kisses were really deep, wet and dirty. I knew I wanted to go all the way with this man.
"Dino likes beer too, don't you, Dino?" said Dorian, with a slight smirk on his face. "Kneel down on one the boxes, Dino."
Dino knelt on a box and Dave went round to stand, feet wide apart, in front of him. Dave was getting a big hard on, and Dino closed his mouth on it and started to suck. Dorian lifted the back of Dino's thong and started fingering his hole.Then he slapped it sharply, two or three times, with the palm of his hand,
"Look at that pretty boy butt," he said to me."Why don't you join the party and eat his arse.out?"
I didn't need a second invitation. I put my face down to Dino's arse hole, sniffed loud and hard, and went in with my tongue.
"Parp." Dino farted immediately..It felt so good getting my tongue up this young stud's muscle arse. It wasn't overly shitty, but it was nice and tasty all the same.
"Thirsty?" I hear a voice call above me. Dorian was holding a can above the top of Dino's crack. He began to let the beer trickle down his trench and into my mouth.
"Get on your back, son, and sup it all up".I sank to the floor. Looking up at Dino's bubble butt, I stuck out my tongue. The beer flowed in rivulets down through his butt hairs and into my mouth.
"Brown ale," I thought (I couldn't stop myself !)
Dino meanwhile was chomping heavily on Big Dave's weapon, and Dave was giving his younger friend the face fuck he richly deserved. Suddenly he whipped his cock out of Dino's mouth and commanded him to lay on the floor. Dino sank to the floor right next to me, and, pushing his cock up against mine, he pressed his whole body against me and drew me into a kiss. We writhed around in a pool of beer and, for a moment, it almost felt as if we were making love. The two big boys in jock straps, feet apart and arms folded, took occasional sips of beer and idly prodded us with their boots. They watched us with smirks on their faces.
"Look at these two sissy boys getting all lovey-dovey," said Dave, with a slight guffaw in his voice.. "This'll cool 'em down."
And, whipping out his cock, he began to piss all over us. Dorian followed suite, and the piss began to splash all over our faces. Dino opened his mouth and began to grovel, begging Dave for more. Dave brought his 240 lbs of muscle to stand feet wide apart on either side of his younger musclebuddy, and, flexing his buttocks, he aimed his large uncut member right at the Greek kid's mouth. A jet of hot yellow urine flowed evenly from his piss hose, and Dino lapped it all up greedily.
I looked up at Dorian, and saw that his stare was fixed on my face, as if he were waiting for me to beg as well. Following Dino's example, I began to grovel on my knees, and open my mouth beseechingly, only to get a booted foot pushing me down to the ground again. Dorian then stood over me, hosing first my face and then my balls with his own stream of urine.
"You worthless little prick," he taunted, with a sneer on his face.
The sight of these two big bastards, treating us like the lowest of the low, was turning me on incredibly, but before Dino and I were allowed to get any more worked up, we were pulled up from the ground and told:
"That's enough of that, you pathetic little cunts. Don't think you're going to fucking cum. It's far too early yet."...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Dorian told Dave and Dino to put some clothes on and get back to the van. He wanted some ropes.
Back down in the cellar, it was just me and Dorian alone. I wondered if anything more would happen. Suddenly, with a roar, Dorian was on me, pressing me up against a brick partition wall, and pulling my balls downwards in a vice-like grip. Wiping his hands up and down his arse crack, he forced his fingers into my mouth, smearing my lips and tongue. I took as much of it as I could, but unsure if my balls could take this much rough treatment, I grabbed his balls too, and gave them a strong and hefty tug. He bellowed, but it seemed to turn him on even more. He spat a huge ball of gob into my mouth, and started to snort and grunt in carnal overdrive.We tore at each other's tits, we ate each other's faces, we went at each other liked crazed wild animals.The more we pulled on each others bollocks, the more we relished the pain, both getting off on that feeling of control and power that holding another man by the balls will always give. We sank to the ground, neither of us caring how wet or how dirty the floor had become. Dorian used his free hand to get past my balls and shove his fingers right up into my shit trench. I pushed my fingers up into his shit trench too.
"That's it, dig for the shit, mate," he hollered. He was sneering and making those fish lips as he dug even deeper into my shit hole."Let's dig for fucking stink, mate. Dig for stink "
As we dug and started to feed each other, exchanging shit with our fingers and mouths, we heard a door bang. Dave and Dino were coming back with the ropes. We pulled apart, with Dorian mouthing :
"Later "..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
What followed then was a matter of precision:
Dorian ordered two tea chests to be placed two feet apart, with a large flat box between them. Eighteen inches in front of those, the two remaining tea chests were placed, with another large flat box in between. Over the top of each chest they spread some of the hessian sacks, so as to cover any sharp edges and avoid splinters.
Dino was tied down to a box with some rope ,his knees bent, and his feet touching the ground between the four tea chests, which faced each other..
I was tied down on the other box. My legs and arse were just about touching Dino's.Our balls were taped up firmly, and then extra tape was used to virtually tie his to mine, so that if I pulled on my balls, I was pulling at Dino's as well. Heavy rubber cased ball weights were also hung from us. They swung and dangled whenever we touched our cocks.
Sturdy metal cock rings were clicked into place, after our cocks had been thoroughly greased up. Medium sized butt plugs were inserted into our anuses.
Two large bottles of poppers were taken out of Dorian's bag, together with wads of cotton wool.
Dave and Dorian started screwing chrome and rubber tit clamps to their nipples, and then they took up position. Both men sat with each leg draped over a tea chest, so that, in between,their arses dipped down over the boxes. Basically they had created a couple of rim chairs.
Dino had Big Dave's arse right in his face. Dorian's arse hung dangerously over my nose and mouth. The two men sat facing each other, so close that their legs touched, and even their bellies were almost touching. They put on leather studded cock rings round their cock and balls, but no ball weights, the idea being that they could pull on each other's balls without anything getting in their way.
Dave began the proceedings with a humongous fart. Dino groaned and gasped and began to whimper. Dave poured some poppers on to some cotton wool, and handed it down to him. Dino inhaled deeply and started to stroke his cock until Dave knocked his hand away.
With a deep rumble,a similar blast hit me in the face, as Dorian lowered his massive behind over my nose and mouth.
"Take it," he said, and farted again.
The two big men began pulling hard on each other's balls and pulling the chains attached to the tit clamps. They started a conversation, that went a bit like this:
"You got a pig there, Dave, boy?"
"Yeah, I've got a nice pig, Gaffer, how about you?"
"You've got a good pig, then, Dave, boy?"
"Yeah. How about you, Gaffer? My pig's good."
"Fuck, Dave, looks like my pig's going to turn out good too."
With that I got another massive fart in my mouth, and Dorian handed a wad of popper soaked cotton down to me.I was dying from the smell. The conversation continued:
"Got any good farts up there, Dave boy?"
"Fuck yeah, mate. Fucking loads of 'em"
This was Dave's cue to fart again. He blasted Dino with a veritable whopper. Dino moaned, and started to pull at his cock once again. His balls began to bounce up and down. Mine with them. Dorian chuckled :
"That was a good fart, Davey boy. I've trained you well. I hope you've got plenty more farts where that one came from."
"Don't worry, Gaffer, I'm going to gas my pig up good and proper. How about you?"
"Yeah, my pig's gonna get high on my dirty man farts tonight. I had a huge helping of beans at breakfast this morning. Just to fucking make sure. He's gonna get it real smelly."
They both laughed. Dorian continued:
"Yeah, we've got two greedy pigs here tonight, Dave, boy. Hungry fuckers, I reckon."
"You reckon so, Gaffer? You think they're hungry enough?
"Yeah"
Dorian gave me another ripe fart, and lowered his big arse closer to my mouth. I strained to get my tongue up to his crack, and managed to place it on his anus. I gave it a good lick.
"Pfwooaghh, my pig licks good. Pull my balls, Dave, quick . Good 'n hard. Aw, FUCK......PFWOOAGHH, that's fucking nice." He snorted again.
"Pfwooaghh. yeah, pull mine, Gaffer," Dave cried, making those fish lips that guys do when it's really getting down and dirty. He looked down between his legs:
"What's happened to you down there? Goin' on strike, or what?"
He reached down and gave Dino's balls a really hard yank. Mine got it too. Dino yelped, and got another fart in the face. The two pigmasters continued to talk dirty, pulling on each other's balls, and wanking themselves off. They kept feeding us with farts and poppers. Occasionally they'd let us stroke our own dicks. We carried on licking their dirty mancracks and sucking their shitty holes.Our heads swam with the barrage of filthy farts and foul smelling gas.
"I reckon I'm pretty full tonight, Dave boy," said Dorian, taking a hit of poppers himself. "I reckon Little Bill's first feed is going to be a good one."
"His FIRST feed?" said Dave, laughing. "You think he's going to be up for more?"
"I don't THINK so; I fucking KNOW so," came the reply.
They both chuckled again and took another big sniff of poppers.Dorian continued:
"Your Dino's been looking pretty hungry tonight, Dave. He's a greedy fucker, that Dino."
Dave laughed: "Yeah. As long as I don't forget to piss on him, he's always ready to swallow my shit."
Dorian guffawed: "Yeah, he's a dirty little cow.....aw, Dave, pull on my balls again..... you think he'll take all you've got for him?"
"Yeah, I know he will," said Dave, with a grin. He reached down to Dino with a refill of popper soaked cotton. "His mouth is going nineteen to the dozen down there. He can't wait to get a mouthful of real man shit."
"You gonna give him a log tonight, Dave boy?"
"Yeah, I think so, Gaffer, I've got a whole load up there." Dave took another sniff of poppers and looked back over his shoulder: "Are you ready down there, Dino?"
Dino was moaning and squealing as he furiously sucked on Dave's enormous bum hole. He was beginning to jack off faster now. His big hairy balls were bashing against mine and his whole body was beginning to wriggle.
"How about you, pig boy?" Dorian called down to me. "You going to take my big log tonight? I've got a nice juicy turd waiting up there, and it's got your name written all over it. I've been saving it up for your fucking birthday." he rubbed his big butt firmly up and down over my mouth, and his arsehole began to open. "Come on, open your fucking mouth....."
My face was entirely covered by his stinking arsehole. There was nowhere else to go. It was all I could taste or breathe. Somewhere up above me I could hear Dave saying:
"Fucking hell, Gaffer, the look of that grunt on your face.....!"
The turd was entering my mouth and leaving Dorian's arsehole. My disgust at the overwhelmingly foul and bitter taste of his shit was overshadowed by the excitement of being in the power of this man. Somehow his power and utter maleness was embodied for me in his arse, and i had to surrender to it. I needed to subject myself to his filth.
Despite what was happening to me, I was still able to catch Dorian saying:
"Pfwooaghh, look at you then, Dave boy. I reckon Dino's getting his meal right now,"
The wanking and the ball pulling had reached fever pitch. My mouth was filling up with more and more shit. and my own cock and balls were ready to burst. My arse muscles started to grip so tight on my butt plug that I thought I would break it in half.
"Aawwwwgh........fuck, aw.. aawwwwggghhhh... !!!
All four of us seemed to cry out in almost simultaneous orgasm. Spunk was going fucking everywhere, accompanied by the sound of wet farts coming from every direction.
The air hung heavy with the stench of shit and poppers..........................................................................................................................................................................................................
Over mugs of tea in the kitchen, Dorian handed me a letter. It read:
Dear Bill,
By now you should have enjoyed the full services of my mate Dorian and his two co-workers, Dave and Dino. I have been meaning to introduce you to them for some time, but I didn't dare do so before, because of Paul.I didn't want to upset the apple cart. His being away in Australia while you were moving, and them running a removals business, provided me with the perfect opportunity. Paul took my recommendation, but of course he has no idea that this is anything other than a bona fide firm of reliable removal people. Obviously I told the boys all they needed to know about you (including the fact that it was going to be your birthday, which whetted their appetite even more). I told the boys to play it straight until the job was done, and only then to let rip with the fun. They seemed amused by the idea. I'm sure they did exactly as requested, and that you will have responded in the way in which they were hoping. Knowing you all as I do, I reckon you'll be wanting to have more to do with each other in the future. But that's entirely up to you. It will probably be wiser if we spare Paul the details.
Trusting that your birthday will have turned out to be one to remember.
OINK, OINK
love,
Charles