WS, Scat, Raunch
Ollie staggered through the village in shock - the taste of his dad's cum and piss was fresh in his mouth not to mention the stink of his skiddy undies stuck under his nose. His own cum was drying slowly in his shorts as he tried to come to terms with what he'd done. Sucked his own father's cock whilst he was in a drunken stupour. Sitting down on a bench he tried his best process it when his phone buzzed. He took it out of his pocket and saw it was a text message from his footy coach Buster.
Buster had started this whole chain of events this morning when after a match he went down on Ollie and gave him his own special brand of clean-up with his tongue. Now he was texting with "You left your watch at the locker room. Come get it. Just let yourself in."
He read between the lines and his cock twitched. Could Buster be wanting another perv hook-up? His teen cock still ached from this morning not to mention wanking himself off as he sniffed his dad's shitty cleft. But the mere thought of Buster made it hard again. Ollie couldn't get to the sports centre quick enough.
When he got there the locker room door was closed. He went to open it and as he did he heard what sounded like a moan coming from inside. Was he imagining it? His sex-addled brain must have been making it up. Ollie pushed the door open and the first thing that hit him was the smell. The locker room always smelled horny as fuck - the mix of socks, undies, balls, cock and teen ass. But the ass stink was stronger, shittier. And the moaning was definitely not in his imagination.
He followed the middle bench down the room to the bend off to the left, and when he turned the corner he saw the horniest sight. His team mate, Asian teen Imran, with a cute face, a big nose and a hairless toned body, was on all fours facing Ollie, his eyes closed. His arse was up the air and behind it was Buster's face. His eyes were open, staring at Ollie as he vigorously ate Imran's teenage hole. Ollie was stunned as Buster sat up revealing the rest of his face - and it was smeared in thick peanut butter-style shit.
"Yes coach!" Imran was grunting. "Suck my shit out!"
"Ollie!" Buster said. "Just in time for dessert!"
Imran's eyes opened and he was in shock. "What the fuck? You said the door was locked!"
"It's okay," Buster hushed him. "Ollie's one of us. Ain't that right Ollie?"
Ollie's sporty teen dick throbbed in his silky blue shorts and Imran couldn't take his eyes off. He reached out and pulled Ollie's shorts down. His six inch erection bobbed out, sweaty and slick with cum, and Imran swiftly wrapped his fat lips around it, swallowing it down whole. Ollie cried out in surprise as Imran hoovered his cock hungrily and Buster sneered, "That's my boy."
He then returned to his meal. Ollie could see clearly now over Imran's arse. Buster had it spread wide open with his hands and his tongue was literally completely inside Imran tonguing his shitty arse deep. Ollie's eyes were fixed on Buster's as he started to thrust into Imran's mouth and throat. Imran suckled but wasn't expecting the thrusts and coughed and bawked on Ollie's dick.
"Fuck him harder!" Buster barked and Ollie did as he was told, fucking Imran's throat as Imran struggled to breathe. He gagged, retched and then before Ollie knew it he felt Imran's vomit surge all over his dick and balls. He looked down in shock at the mess, pulling back to let Imran puke a gut full all over the floor.
"Fuck!" Ollie moaned. "You puked on my cock!"
"Come here," Buster said, and Ollie did as he was told letting his rank puke covered dick lead the way. Buster grabbed Ollie's hips so his dick was slapped against Imran's ass cheek and Buster then started to suck the puke off it.
"Oh my god, coach... you dirty cunt!"
"You ain't seen nothing yet," Buster laughed between sucks. He was alternating between sucking the pukey dick and eating Imran's shitty arse. He was a pig in heaven. Then suddenly he get up and dragged Ollie to his knees so his face was opposite Imran's hole. As Ollie took in the sigh, he could see through the crud around Imran's arse that his hole was almost impossibly small and tight.
"But it's shitty, coach."
"That's what makes it so hot, boy. Try it."
Ollie edged forward. He'd wanted to taste Imran for a year or so now but had only ever got as far as sniffing his pants. He liked the strong spicy stink of his boy hole but never thought in a million years he'd get to taste it. Or if he could even stand it! But as he got closer and the smell became more and more overwhelming, it intoxicated him and he stuck his tongue out. The first swipe on the smooth tiny hole was bitter. Buster wanked his nine inches as he watched the ultimate perv display. One cute wholesome boy next door licking gently at his indian mate's boy-chute. Take his first tentative steps into piggy loving. But he was a natural. His tongue got more confident, from swipes to circling to trying to force its way into his body.
"I'm proud of you lad," Buster said, stroking Ollie's head and gently pushing his face into that arse. "Eat his paki arse." And then he rammed harder so Ollie had no choice, his tongue sliding right inside.
"Imran!" Buster grunted. "Push!"
And Imran did as he was told. He knew he had to. And he pushed his guts out and with the push came a torrent of running green shit into Ollie's mouth. Ollie gasped in shock as he was flooded with boy-gunge, and it hit his gag reflex hard. Ollie suddenly felt his stomach churn and he started to puke all over Imran's arse.
"Yes lad!" Buster cried. "Better out than in!"
So as Imran shat all over the place Ollie puked all over Imran's arse and Buster wanked ferociously over them both before sliding his dick between Ollie's lips into Imran's hole. Imran cried out in shock - his hole was really too tight to take nine inches. But Buster was like the bull following the red rag and slid it in there, splitting Imran's boy-hole as he tore into him.
"No coach! Ouchhhh noooooo!" he cried but Buster was going for it, using puke and lube to rape that cunt. Ollie watched in shock as Buster pounded the boy into submission - his smooth young body flat against the bench as Buster drove nine inches deep into his gut before pulling them out and ramming back in again. In out in out, and every time a squelching frothing stinking mess came out with that dick and plopped on the bench beneath them. Ollie came to Imran, saw the tears in his eyes and leaned forward, kissing Imran's lips to make him feel better. Buster couldn't believe what he was seeing - his two star teenage players kissing passionately as he banged the younger of the two, the tightness unlike anything he'd had in a long time, that hole that he'd struggled even to get a finger in now splitting around his big bad perv cock.
"Take it boy!" he grunted. "I'm so proud! You'll be man of the match if you can take it!"
And Imran cried out, in delirium as the pain tore through his body and Buster banged harder and harder.
"Bend over and feed him, Ollie, keep him quiet!"
Ollie stood and dropped his shorts, getting on the bench in front of Imran and doing as he was told. He parted his pert smooth white bum cheeks to reveal his pink crack with a slight brown taint around the hole. He backed up, his legs either side of the bench, and pressed his hole on to Imran's face.
"Eat him Imran! Eat him like I taught you!"
And then he did. Imran slid his tongue into Ollie's shitty lad-hole as he took that nine inches deep into his guts. The pain was now pleasureful but burned deep inside all the same. He felt his poor hole bleeding around that giant man-cock but the smell of Ollie's boy hole was making him eat it all the more, grinding his brown bum back against his coach's perv cock. They looked amazing in their line - at the back, a man in his fourties with a gym bod, pounding mercilessly into the unprepared sore arse of a teen Asian boy, who's face was now lost in the heart-throb idol white arse of Ollie Morgan.
As the room filled with stink, Buster couldn't hold back any longer and before he knew it he was losing yet another load into the guts of Imran. Imran cried out as he felt the burning hot lava of Buster's sperm impregnate his innards. Buster held his cock in there and relaxed as he felt his bladder start to empty out inside the boy.
"Fuck coach!" Imran cried. "You're pissing inside me!"
"I'm gonna piss so deep it'll come out your mouth boy!" Buster laughed as he went balls deep again, pissing into the hot tightness of teen boy guts. His eyes rolled back in his head as he flooded Imran deep. Ollie turned round to watch as Buster pulled out and Imran's arse sprayed all over the coach's dick and balls. Chunky yellow and brown stink blew out of him like a putrid fountain.
"Good boy," Buster hissed. "Cover daddy."
Ollie came round so he could see the action closer, and Buster was surprised as Ollie fell to his knees. His luscious pink lips parted as he tried to catch some of Imran's shit river in his mouth as it sprayed one last farting gurgle all over Buster's cock. Imran fell flat, exhausted and sore and completely open as Ollie sucked on Buster's big piss and shit-covered knob.
"Good lad, taste all that filth. Oh look you're throbbing again!"
Ollie stood, his dick solid as a rock and Buster pointed at Imran's red, messed up hole, no longer tight, torn, gaping.
"Go on," he said to Ollie. "Do him in."
And Ollie felt his dick drawn to the red rose of Imran... but his mate was almost out cold with the onslaught. He couldn't slam his teen cock into him now... could he?
To Be Continued
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"Go on son," Buster whispered. "Eat his little boy cunt."