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Out in the Desert 2
Dan woke up in a seedy motel room, laying butt naked on damp bedsheets between two burly, furry men. Being a young man, he was mostly immune to hangovers, but he still felt a little woozy. The hunky roughnecks beside him were passed out. Bo, the man who'd picked him up off the highway in Arizona was snoring loudly. Dan squeezed out of bed, pulling himself from under Bo's hairy arm. The snoring man grunted, then slowly blinked his eyes, yawning. He looked over at the bare bodied blond twink walking towards the motel room bathroom.
"Hey buddy," Bo said lazily with his crooked grin as Dan let loose a stream of dark yellow piss into the toilet bowl. Bo got out of bed as well, pulled on his dirty jean shorts and t-shirt from the day before and walked over to the bathroom. As Dan shook the last few drops from his dick, Bo put his big arms around his chest and pulled Dan's face to his. He kissed the young man deeply, pushing his tongue into his mouth passionately. Dan tasted the older man's morning breath and felt his beard bristle against his face. He melted in Bo's arms till the gruff man finally pulled away and smiled warmly.
"I'm gonna grab us some coffee from the lobby. Get ready, kid. We got a long drive ahead of us today," Bo said, then he opened the door and stepped into the bright morning sun outside.
Dan turned on the hot water in the shower and let it warm up. It'd been god knows how long since he last got a shower. He'd been hitching rides west from Texas, and it was hot this summer. He looked over at the bed and saw Odin, a beautiful hulk of a man. He was laying on his stomach, his long blond hair laying across his shoulders and his braided beard out in front of him. His furry blond ass was exposed, huge, muscled, and fat. The sun shining behind the window curtain lit up the hair on his butt cheeks, which gathered densely into a shadowed thicket of fur in his ass crack. Sleeping soundly still, he looked like a gentle giant, which he was. Dan's heart pounded and his face flushed just looking at the man. As if on cue, Odin passed gas, billowing man stink out of his perfect meaty butt.
Dan got in the shower and washed himself. He was covered in sweat, dirt, and grime from last night's activities. He'd always been a dirty boy, but it felt incredible to get completely clean after a week without bathing. As the hot water flooded over his skin, Dan heard the door open again. Bo was back with the coffee. He heard a slap, the sound of a firm, calloused working man's hand smacking a thick biker butt. Then, sheets rustling and a man's growl.
"Morning, brother. Brought you some coffee," Bo said to Odin. Dave scrubbed his pits, then his taint and ass crack. After less than a minute, he heard another loud fart, then footsteps heading into the bathroom.
The big blond biker sat on the toilet, his thighs and ample buttocks spread wide, taking up more room than the porcelain seat had to offer.
"Don't mind me, bud. Gotta take a dump," Odin spoke, softly in a low, gravelly voice.
Dan washed his feet then rinsed his hair and body. He pulled open the shower curtain and saw Odin dominating the motel john, sipping carefully from a paper coffee cup that looked miniature in his giant hands. Odin smiled kindly at the younger man, then, totally unashamed like he was just doing his business as anyone would, he released a massive dump, piling into the toilet bowl below his manly shithole. As he relieved himself, he sighed, satisfied. The stench of his morning shit filled the tiny bathroom.
Dan blushed and looked away, but he was aroused. His freshly washed cock was stiff as he grabbed a towel and stepped into the other room to dry off. He pulled on the clothes he was wearing yesterday even though he just showered, and the musk from his journey settled back onto his skin. He left his dirty underwear where it was, going commando under his shorts. Bo handed him a cup of coffee, and the two guys casually watched Odin wipe his ass a couple times and flush the toilet. As the biker also got dressed, he picked up Dan's tighty whities, soiled and ruddy with cock stink and skid marks. He pressed the filthy cotton to his face and inhaled deeply with a soft moan. He looked over at Dan and smiled, wrapped a strong arm around the smaller guy's shoulder and laid a big palm on his chest.
Dan could smell his armpits, a strong odor that was animalistic but almost sweet. The guys finished getting ready and packed up their few belongings. Bo gave the room key back to the man in the motel lobby, then he helped Odin strap his bike in the bed of his red pickup. The three men piled into the bench seat up front, with Dan riding bitch. He was the only one who showered, and the scent of ripe men filled the truck, mixing with the smells of leather and cigarette smoke.
"You gonna let the gang know you're coming with us?" Bo asked Odin.
"They'll figure it out," Odin answered, speaking to Bo but smiling at Dan. He cranked the passenger window down and handed Dan a smoke. Bo started the engine and pulled out of the motel. They peeled back onto the dry, dusty highway, blowing smoke out of the open windows and listening to loud electric guitar. Odin put out his cigarette on an empty soda can in the cupholder and dropped the butt inside. Then, he stretched his mighty arm around Dan's shoulders, pulling him close to his strong, beefy body.
"You're one hot dude," Odin said to Dan. "What's your name again, kid?"
Dan blushed beet red. Last night, he'd basically fallen in love with this guy, savoring the heavy musk in his huge, smelly biker butt, but he was pretty much a stranger.
"I'm Dan."
"Alright Danny, you're one hot dude."
"Thanks brother," Dan replied. Bo smirked in the driver's seat, and Odin pressed his lips to Dan's, who parted his, opening his mouth for Odin's hot tongue.
"So Dan," Bo started. "You like burying your face in a man's dirty ass, huh?"
"Never really thought about it before yesterday, man... But that was hot." He remembered Bo pinning him down and making him sniff his dirty butt while he farted. He stank too, bad! But Dan remembered how hard he got, how turned on he was, huffing the aroma of a real man's shitter, with all the built up rank musk. Then he got fucked by a whole biker gang. But the hottest part of the night was getting pounded out by Bo, taking the confident older man's blue collar nut while his pretty face was buried between Odin's cheeks, marinating in the filthy man stink he'd been working up on the road for days.
"You really gave in to it, bud. Thought maybe you had some practice eating out a man's shithole," Odin said.
"I gave him some practice before you all showed up!" Bo piped up, laughing.
Odin scratched his balls and yawned contentedly. "Thanks for the lift, Bo. There's nothing I love more than riding my hog on the open road, but it's good to just sit back and let someone else do the driving every now and then."
"You got it, brother. Figures I'd run into you on my way back out west."
Odin turned his attention to Dan again, saying, "Where you headed to, anyway?"
"Headed to California," the young blond man said.
"What you doing out that way?"
"Not sure," Dan answered, which was true. He was fed up with his hometown. Mom was a junkie, and he never knew his dad... He'd keep getting into trouble if he stuck around, probably turn out like the wasted fucks he grew up with. He had to do something else, anything else.
"Where in Cali you trying to land?"
"Not sure," Dan muttered again. He hadn't really thought it out that far. He'd just been hitchhiking, going where the wind blew him. He figured he'd end up somewhere he needed to be.
Odin and Bo shared a look.
"Alright, Dan, you got a place to stay, or what?" Bo asked.
Dan shook his head. "I'll figure it out. Made it this far."
"You better be careful out there, kid. There's twisted fucks out there who'd love to get their hands on a pretty young piece of ass like you," Bo said.
"Yeah, like you guys?" Dan joked, and the trio laughed.
"You could find worse," Bo said, glancing at Dan for a second and winking. "Tell you what, you can crash with me. I'm stopping in San Diego, then headed up to NorCal in a couple weeks for a job."
Dan was in no position to turn down somewhere to sleep, and he wanted to stay with Bo anyway. The men got quiet for a moment, listening to the sounds of the stoner rock on the stereo and the rushing dry wind. They blew past a sign alerting drivers to an upcoming rest area.
"I'm stopping up here," Bo said. "I gotta take a shit."
Dan felt his cock stir again. His experience had been just with guys his own age, except that one time with his teacher who was only in his 30s. He'd definitely never gotten into anything past the basics. But here he was, flanked by a couple of hot older men who'd already awakened a raunchy hunger in him. He was lost in thought, and all of a sudden, Odin laid his hand on his crotch. He'd pitched a tent in his shorts.
"That turn you on, bud?" Odin asked in his soft voice, smiling. Dan could tell he was a gruff, rough biker man, but he had a gentle demeanor that put him at ease.
Bo started laughing again. "Of course it does! We've got a dirty boy on our hands, brother. We could teach you a thing or two, Dan. Show you the way around a real man."
"Fuck..." Dan said, exasperated. Odin gripped his cock through his shorts as Bo slowed down on the exit ramp. He pulled into a parking spot. Dan could tell they were at some shoddy facilities in the middle of nowhere. There hadn't even been an exit for gas or food in the past 15 miles or so. Bo and Dan got out and headed to the door marked "Men" in a small brick building. Odin stayed outside to smoke another cigarette. The place was filthy. There were two urinals and three stalls. It didn't look like it got cleaned that often, and it had the kind of odor public men's rooms take on when they're used for guys on the road to drop a load and move on.
Bo stepped into a stall and signaled for Dan to follow. He dropped his shorts, sat on the toilet seat, and started unbuttoning his sleeveless shirt. Dan thought he looked sexy sitting there with his hairy chest and belly exposed, his cock hanging in the toilet bowl, and his thighs hanging over the edge of the seat.
"Get on your knees," he ordered Dan.
"Yes sir," Dan said and did what he was told.
"Lick my balls, boy," Bo said. He touched his cock, chubbing up but not rock hard. Dan was eye level with his crotch. He leaned forward to lick Bo's nuts, which were hairy and had probably never been shaved or trimmed. He got a whiff of Bo's musky crotch and reached his hand down to touch his own dick.
"Uh uh," Bo grunted, shaking his head. He didn't miss a beat. "I'm gonna teach you how to service a real man. You're here to get me off. I'll handle you later."
Dan had to reach his face into the toilet bowl to get to Bo's big balls. The side of his cheek rubbed against the public rest stop toilet seat, but he kept going, touching his tongue to Bo's sack. He let go of his inhibitions and got in there, licking Bo's low hanging nuts, letting them dance around his tongue. Bo sighed and started taking a shit. A big, solid dump rocketed out of his asshole right next to Dan's pretty twink face. As it fell into the toilet bowl, the dirty water splashed up and hit Dan's lower lip. He recoiled back instinctively and looked at Bo. He just grinned at the boy, reached his hand around his head, and pulled his mouth onto his now erect dick.
Dan started sucking, bobbing his face up and down on Bo's rod, as the rough older man finished taking a dump. He was surprised how turned on he was... This was all new to him. The smell was intense and raunchy - yesterday's pizza and whiskey blending with the erotic odor of unwashed man pheromones. But he was turned on. Some primal lust was driving him to keep going.
While Dan went back down to licking his balls, his face in the toilet bowl next to Bo's big solid shit, Bo grabbed a wad of toilet paper and wiped his ass. Then, he pulled up his shorts and stood up, looking down at Dan still on his knees.
"You really are a dirty little pig boy, huh? We're gonna have fun together, brother. Let's get back on the road."
The two men walked out of the rest area and saw Odin putting out his cigarette and dropping the butt in an ash tray. They kept driving until Bo had to stop for gas. They pulled off at a truck stop that looked a little run down, inconspicuous enough to be skipped over by less savvy travelers for the nicer, well lit Love's a mile further. The guys went inside, Bo paid for gas and went to fill up his truck, then Dan and Odin headed to the sandwich shop inside for a bite to eat.
"I don't have any money, man. Spent my last 5 bucks on a pack of smokes before I ran into Bo," Dan explained apologetically.
"No worries, bud, I got you," Odin said, smiling down at the shorter young man. Together, both scruffy looking blond men looking like outlaws, they could have passed for father and son. Odin paid for their meal with a crumpled 20 dollar bill, collected his change, and the two sat down to eat. It wasn't long after Dan wolfed down his sub that he realized he hadn't taken a dump all day.
"Aw man, I gotta hit the john now too," Dan said.
"Follow me," Odin replied, winking. He seemed familiar with this particular spot. He led Dan down a back hallway to the men's room. It was a big open room. Past a couple sinks were a few urinals, then a few toilets, with no stalls and no dividers.
"I wanna watch you take a fat shit, boy," Odin said, licking his lips. "See a big dump squeeze out of your pretty pink shithole, man."
"Fuck, dude!" Dan said. He'd never really experienced this, but it turned him on. He dropped his shorts and sat on the toilet seat. He spread his legs wider than he usually would have, showing off. Odin got on his knees. It was quite a sight - a big, hulking biker kneeling before a scruffy blond twink on the porcelain throne. As if he sensed it, Bo came through the men's room door, Polaroid camera hanging on a strap around his neck.
"Fuck, men," Bo growled, holding the camera up to take a snapshot of the raunchy scene. "I knew I'd find you nasty fuckers in here."
Dan couldn't hold it any longer. He pushed out a fat dump, his first shit since the morning before. The rank odor of gas station food passing through a healthy young man's strong body filled the room. As he took a shit, Dan sighed, almost a moan, satisfied. Dan didn't even have a chance to reach for some TP before Odin's beard tickled his butt cheeks and taint as the blond biker man gobbled at his filthy shithole. Odin licked and slurped ravenously, snorting like a pig in the fuzzy twink's dirty ass. Dan's cock had grown harder than ever. Here was a full grown muscle man, a masculine biker, with his tongue making wet passes over his young butthole, still swollen and messy from pushing out a huge log of man shit. Odin was licking his shithole clean, swallowing the leftover traces of his filth.
When Odin's perverted mouth had wiped Dan's hole clean, the big, bearded man came up for air. He had barely a smear of brown waste on the side of his mustache. Bo took another photo. At this point, he had his own sturdy cock out, stroking his meat while watching the raunchy scene unfold in front of him. Dan reached for his hard cock, but he made eye contact with Bo, and pulled his hand away. He knew the mature beefy man had something in store for him if he followed his orders.
Odin wiped the corner of his mouth with his wrist, then wiped his wrist on his leather pants.
"You're fucking foul, dude," Dan said, straining his hard cock back into his shorts.
"Fuck yeah, little brother," Odin replied. "I love licking hot boys' dirty shitters."
The men got themselves together and got back into Bo's red truck, then hit the road again. Eventually, the sun had set, and the men pulled off on the final exit outside of San Diego. Dan saw they weren't headed to the city. Bo drove the men to a rural area, with an old farmhouse and a barn. There were two other trucks parked outside.
"Well this is it, boys. Home sweet home," Bo said as he put his dusty red pickup in park.
"You live here?" Dan asked.
"Nah, brother. Got a couple rich buddies who own this place. But I hook them up, so I'm welcome anytime," Bo answered. "Grab your bag - let's head inside. I'll introduce you."
Bo led Odin and Dan headed into the farmhouse. Inside were two men, cooking what smelled like fajitas. They were both gorgeous. One was older, probably in his 50s or 60s, with long gray hair and a beard. He was stocky but built. Dan could see the outlines of his huge pecs under his wife beater, hanging heavy over his beer belly. His legs were like tree trunks, wide thighs holding up a wide ass. The other man was younger, maybe in his late 20s. He looked like a typical jock, short cropped hair, clean shaven, with muscles like a body builder.
"Howdy men. Brought a couple stragglers I picked up on the road. Hope you don't mind!" Bo smirked. "The pretty boy here is Dan. Think y'all have met Odin before."
The older man looked Dan up and down, appraising his houseguest. He walked forward and shook his hand.
"I'm Jack, welcome. Any friend of Bo is a friend of ours. Hey Rudy, show Dan to the guest room." The grey haired bear smiled at Dan, and he immediately liked him. Dan admired a hundred lines on his face deepening as he grinned warmly at the young fellow.
Rudy, the smooth jock, put down a wooden spoon he was using to stir the skillet in front of him, and looked over his shoulder at Dan.
"It's this way. Follow me," he said with the typical faggy voice of a gay man from the city. He led Dan to the guest room, which was incredible.
Dan tossed his backpack on the ground and looked around. These guys must be loaded, Dan thought. He was in a huge room with big windows open to the nighttime nature outside. The walls were painted a deep scarlet. Against one wall was a king size bed on a dark wooden bed frame with red silk sheets. There were two bedside tables flanking the bed, with stained glass lamps mounted into the wall above each. Other than that, the room was empty.
"So, what, are you Bo's new boy toy?" Rudy asked.
"I was hitchhiking through Arizona and he gave me a ride. Met him yesterday," Dan answered, a little gruffly. He may be into men, but he also was a man. He didn't like the snotty tone of voice from the faggot talking to him, however ripped and hot he may be.
"Yeah? He got you to sniff his ass and take his cock like a bitch?" Rudy said with a chuckle. He wasn't wrong...
Luckily, Bo stepped in. "Hey Rudy, finish up those fajitas, we're starving!"
Rudy kind of scoffed then headed back to the kitchen.
"These guys have a great spot, right?" Bo asked Dan.
"Yeah man, I've never seen a place like this. Thanks for bringing me along," the young man answered.
"Sure thing, brother. It's not every day you find chemistry like we had yesterday."
Dan blushed, and Bo pulled him tight, holding Dan's lean body against his beefy torso. Dan could smell Bo's musk up close. Bo reached his face to Dan's, kissing the boy deeply and palming his butt. Then, he loosened up.
"Alright, let's eat. Bet you're hungry after a long car ride," Bo said, then grabbed the young man's hand and led him back into the main room.
The five men ate fajitas with rice and beans, which were delicious, and margaritas on the rocks.
"Who's ready for desert?" Jack said, winking and licking his lips. "Rudy, clear the table then get into position."
Rudy snarled at Dan, then he took everyone's plates into the kitchen. When he came back into the dining room, he was completely naked. His body was completely smooth, and covered in muscles. His hairless bodybuilder form shined under the warm lamp light. As if he'd done this a thousand times before, he climbed onto the table and got on his hands and knees, with his ass facing Jack at the head of the table.
"Ahhh," Jack sighed contentedly like someone might do after a particularly good sip of a refreshing beverage. Then, he slapped Rudy's butt cheek, the smooth flesh jiggling so Dan could see even from where he was sitting. Rudy was a beautiful man - there was no denying that. His face looked chiseled by a Greek sculptor. So did his body, though he was even more muscle-bound than the ephebic men of marble Dan had seen in glossy art books.
"Well Dan, you might as well be our guest of honor," Jack said, his face crinkled in a wide smile. "Take the head of the table and tell me what you think." The virile older man got up from his seat and held his hand out, offering the chair to Dan. Dan caught Rudy's eye for just a second, and the jock faggot rolled his eyes and looked away. Dan scratched the blond peach fuzz on his chin then sat down where Jack had been. He looked up at Rudy, spreading his muscle butt on the same table they'd all just eaten off. His butthole and crack were completely smooth like the rest of his body. Dan figured he must have waxed everything pretty recently. He had tanned skin, which lightened towards his pink knot of a hole.
"Get in there, boy. Take a look up close," Jack ordered. Dan did as he was told.
There was something hot to him about getting into the most private areas of a man who acted like a faggy bitch to him from the moment they met. Rudy's meaty thighs were parted, his ass was bared full out in the open, right in front of Dan's face. Jack, Bo, and Odin watched as he inched his face closer into Rudy's crack. Dan pressed his palms on each of the jock's buttocks and held his nose close to Rudy's hairless butthole. In that moment, the muscle faggot let a puff of fajita farts wheeze out of his ass into Dan's face. The older men all guffawed.
"Here's what we're gonna do, men," Jack started. "We're gonna take turns on Rudy's beefy muscle butt, pounding loads of nut inside his tight ass. Dan, you're gonna help get us off."
The gray haired daddy stood up and everyone followed his lead as he headed into the guest room. Rudy trailed behind the group, butt naked and glowering at Dan who was right in front of him. The men filled the room, and Bo opened the window, letting the summer night's breeze blow through. Rudy, knowing how this was going to go down, leaned over the bed, tucking his soft cock and balls down so they dangled against the edge of the bed.
"Lube him up, Dan," Jack demanded. Dan looked around for lube, then he understood what they meant... He may be the "guest of honor," but he guessed that meant he'd be providing the other men some kind of service. He knelt in front of Rudy and pushed his face between his voluptuous cheeks. Before Dan could stick his tongue out, Rudy farted again, coating Dan's face in spicy man gas.
"That's right, boy -- get that butthole wet," Dan heard Bo say as he felt his strong hand on the back of his head, pushing him into Rudy's muscular globes. He started sloppily eating out Rudy's ass, letting his saliva slick up the man's tight fuckhole. "Fuck yeah, now take my cock, bitch!" Bo hollered and he pulled Dan out of the way, hocked a loogie into his hand and stroked it onto his rock hard cock, then plunged deep inside the faggot muscle jock. Someone grabbed Dan, still on his knees, by the hair and shoved his face into Bo's own hairy ass.
It was only then that Dan realized the position he was in. He didn't really know these guys. He didn't even really know where he was. No one else knew where he was either, and honestly, no one would come looking for him if they did. Dan realized there was only one thing to do -- give in and enjoy it. Whoever was holding Dan by his shaggy blond hair pulled him out from Bo's raunchy butt for a moment and another pair of hands shoved a little brown bottle under his nose.
"Sniff this deep, kid," Odin said. And he did, taking long huffs in both nostrils. Then he was back in Bo's ass. If his ass stank when he met the man yesterday, it was even smellier now. He hadn't showered between then and now, even though Dan had licked his ripe asshole till it was clean. He remembered just a few hours ago, sucking Bo's cock and licking his balls while he took a big dump at a rest stop shitter. He saw Bo wipe his ass once, lazily, with a wad of public bathroom TP, and toss it into the john, brown and dirty, then hike his shorts back up and drive in the hot sun for the rest of the day. That's what Bo's ass smelled like.
"Get your tongue in there, boy!" Bo ordered in the gruff voice that made Dan do anything he told him yesterday. High on poppers and tequila, Dan didn't hesitate. He rubbed his face around in Bo's filthy, hairy ass, lapping his tongue wildly in the man's dirty shithole. He knew what he was tasting, and it turned him on so much that he wanted more. He'd been holding his breath, and he finally exhaled, which brought a rush through his mind and whole body. He was like a feral horny dog, snorting around in a ripe smelly man's filthy butt. He licked and slobbered all over Bo's shithole, feeling his beefy hairy cheeks bounce around his face as he fucked the faggot bitch in front of them. Bo's nuts bounced over and over against his chin and neck. Rudy whined and moaned like a faggot, but it was all muffled from Dan's position stuck in Bo's hairy cleft. Dan's own hard dick pressed urgently against his shorts, begging to be let out, to be stroked rapidly, to bust a load. He gripped his cock through his shorts and opened his mouth over Bo's dirty butthole, licking and groping with his lips and tongue, taking the shit smears and dingleberries into his mouth and swallowing the creamy filth like a holy nectar.
Bo started grunted, loudly, in short bursts of guttural man noises, until Dan felt his strong man buttocks squeeze around his face, pulling the pretty boy's tongue deep into his clenching asshole. A long groan, a rippling fart that smelled like beef, cheese, and chilies, and Dan could tell he'd shot his semen into Rudy's fuckhole.
"Awww fuck yeah!" Bo moaned, pulling his slimy dick out of Rudy's wet butthole. He turned towards Dan and slapped his dirty cock around on his face, then pushed it into his mouth.
"Suck that cock clean, boy," he whispered to Dan. Dan complied and before long, he felt a stream of warm, salty liquid streaming over his tongue and down his throat. Bo was pissing in his mouth.
By the time Bo had finished pissing, Odin was already pounding away on Rudy's fat ass. He was bent over with his arms around the muscle faggot, holding his huge body over the young jock. Jack gave Dan another hit of poppers then pushed him into Odin's ass.
Dan was in ecstasy. Odin's ass smelled even better than it did yesterday. The blond biker's asshole clenched with every thrust, but Dan did everything he could to savor the man stink emanating from his raunchy hole. Odin reached back and shoved Dan's face deep into his ass as he continued fucking Rudy.
"Yeah boy! Eat that dirty ass. Suck on that shithole!" Bo said. Rudy was moaning like a little bitch taking Odin's massive cock. Dan was kissing and licking Odin's hole, letting his lips, nose, and beard rub his raunchy scent all over him. Bo talking dirty in the background only turned him on more. Dan grabbed his cock again, which was leaking pre-cum like a fountain, but Bo took charge. He held the young man's arms behind his back while he pushed his face as deep as his could into Odin's beefy, ripe ass.
"That's right boy, taste that dump he took earlier. Be his toilet paper faggot! Swallow his farts and lick that shit!" Bo bellowed. On cue, Odin ripped a disgusting blast of putrid air into Dan's open mouth. He could taste the man's shitty gas on his tongue, and the fumes wafted into his nostrils. He couldn't believe he was into this shit! He rooted his tongue around in Odin's tangy shitter until the big blond man busted a nut inside Rudy as well. Two down... One to go.
As Bo still held Dan's arms behind his back, Jack smiled down at the boy, whose face was wet and messy. Dan was in a horny stupor, single-mindedly focused on getting his face in unwashed man ass. He looked up at the older bear subconsciously with wide eyes, his mouth open, and his tongue hanging out. Jack lined up his cock with Rudy's well used hole and plunged in easily, sliding into the sloppy tunnel slicked by spit and semen. Jack was a heavyset man, which was never more apparent than from Dan's perspective. His big ass loomed right above Dan's face as the young blond man knelt with his legs splayed on the wooden floor. He craned his neck forward, tongue still out, to dive into the crack between Jack's wide, meaty buttocks.
"Nuh uh, boy," Bo scolded. "This man is your host. He treated you to a nice dinner and is offering you a luxurious bed to sleep in tonight. Show him some appreciation before you dig in like a starved animal."
Odin fed Dan more poppers, offering both nostrils a couple deep hits each. Bo released Dan's arms. He reached towards Jack's beefy butt cheeks and grabbed each with an open palm. His usually big hands felt small against the older man's huge ass. He gripped Jack's buttocks and felt the fat push and jiggle against his touch, moving deliciously as the bear slowly fucked his faggot boy toy.
Slowly, Dan moved his face towards Jack's massive meaty ass. He was furry, with coarse dark gray hairs covering his cheeks and a dense thicket of fur bristling from his crack. Dan moved his nose close to Jack's trench and sniffed. The overpowering scent of ripe bear stink filled his nose and mind. He felt Jack's furry cheeks brush back and forth against his face as he kept fucking Rudy with a deliberate rhythm. Dan could smell and taste nothing but unwashed man butt. His face was already covered with the stench of Bo and Odin's dirty shithole musk, and now he was drowning in Jack's filthy stench. He motorboated Jack's ass, feeling his huge furry cheeks bounce around his face. Then he stuck his tongue out.
He flicked his warm, wet pink tongue against Jack's dirty hole and was immediately greeted with the bittersweet taste of Jack's skid marks. Dan kept licking, getting deeper, getting his whole mouth into and onto Jack's disgusting, delicious dirty butt. He tasted foul, and Dan loved it. He was really losing himself in erotic hypnosis. Male pheromones filled every crevice in the room. Fumes of man butt stink meandered through every orifice in Dan's face and body.
Dan wasn't used to feeling so wild, so uninhibited. He felt primal, like he was finally in touch with some ancient instinctual aspect of his being. The hungry lust he felt enveloped his body and mind, taking over every thread of will he had and directing it all towards getting deeper into the source of his carnal desire. Jack farted, releasing a long billowing gust of wet gas into Dan's face. He opened his mouth over Jack's filthy hole and accepted the rank air onto his tongue and down his throat. He wanted to eat this man's shit.
He basically was anyway. Jack's hole was nasty. He didn't seem like he'd bathed in a while, and it didn't seem like he was very thorough wiping his ass either. Dan's tongue was already wiping away traces of brown streaks and toilet paper, the remnants of Jack's masculine dumps. Jack farted again, pushing his hole out against Dan's lips. It was a sloppy fart, moist and odorous, spraying filth onto Dan's face. Then, his hole clenched. His rhythmic thrusting got faster and harder, then slower, then... Jack blew his load into Rudy's ass, groaning and grunting like an animal.
He pulled his thick, short dick out of Rudy's ass and immediately thrust it into Dan's open mouth, who sucked the slime off the older bear's cock.
"Good boy," Jack said, praising the young pig.
Jack slapped Rudy's ass, and his muscular cheek recoiled against the man's palm, flesh rippling in erotic motion.
"Alright boy, one more thing then we'll get you off. Eat our loads out of Rudy's ass!" Jack said.