Roadside Raunch

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The following story contains graphic sexual situations between consenting gay males involving raunch, scat and ws. If this type of subject matter offends you or you are under 18 years of old, STOP HERE. Otherwise get off on it guys.

WANTING MORE RAUNCH, Part 2 By Steve

Among the out-buildings on the ranch was a stable. For a while in the late 1980's, the former owner bred horses, but after a decade of not making much money from it, he lost interest. However, he kept the stable standing. It was a large, wooden, barn-like construction containing 20 horse stalls, ten on each side with a wide runway cutting through the centre. The floor was concrete with drain holes and an upright hose pipe positioned in each stall, presumably to make cleaning easy. Each stall measured about 10' wide X 15' long and was separated from the adjoining stall by 5' high concrete partitions on either side. There was a hayloft at the top of the stable, still packed with bales of straw and burlap bags of horse feed. Saddles, bridles, brushes, harnesses, boots, ropes and lengths of wide leather straps hung from the walls. I couldn't decide whether it looked like something out of a Western film or a leather bar I used to frequent on 12th Ave. in NYC. Whatever, I figured it held some hot possibilities.

With a little ingenuity and 8 wide leather straps I managed to construct a makeshift sling in one of the horse stalls. Secured into the upright concrete partitions, I suspended it about 3 feet from the concrete floor. I attached ropes from the wooden beams overhead to the outside edges of the sling, so I would be able to grip onto something when Mark fucked the shit out of me. Yeah, that was the idea. Me in the sling and Mark ramming his thick dick up my sweaty, shit- packed asshole. When I stood back and admired my handiwork I got an instant boner just imagining how fucking hot my meeting with Mark was going to be.

By Thursday afternoon, I stank real good; manly and extremely pungent. Good, honest manstink. I hadn't showered since arriving on Saturday. My cock was real cheesy and stinking from a combination of dried cum, stale piss and shit residue that had been accumulating under my heavy foreskin for the last 5 days. My jock pouch, which contained my rank stinking dickmeat, was yellow with piss and cum stains and the straps at the back were thick with shit slop. My pits were fucking ripe and oozing sweat. My ass was damp, hairy, tangy and very hungry. I completed my 'outfit' with a pair of stinking sweat socks and leather biker boots. Good for working up a mean cheesy foot stink. And that was it. Grungy jock and sweaty biker boots. I was feeling raunchy and looking the part. Mark would have no doubt what was on my mind. He said he'd try to arrive by 5pm and sure as fucking hell, he did. I like men I can rely on.

As he got out of his pick-up I sprang wood. He was wearing loose shorts made out of sweat pants material. The kind that really absorbs a man's stink. They don't call them fucking 'sweat pants' for nothing. His feet were enclosed in a pair of trainers without socks and he was wearing one of those tee shirts without sleeves. You know the type. Just thin straps over the shoulders and a scoop neck. Showed off his bushy, hairy pits and manly chest fur. Fuck man, I thought, this is my wet-dream come true. This is the fucking man-stud I used to jerk off to when I was a teenager. This is my best friend's dad. This is the man I beat my meat to after I watched him, shirtless, mow his lawn on a July day, as his son and I - both 16 years old - swam in his back- yard pool. This is the man of my fucking dirty fantasies - dark, sweaty, hairy and fucking manly. Except now, it ain't no fucking fantasy and I'm no kid anymore. I'm gonna get so dirty with this man I'll be tasting him for weeks to come, I thought.

I walked over to Mark and he pulled me into his hot, sweaty, hairy chest. He kissed me long and hard grinding his pelvis into mine, while I felt his tongue explore my mouth. I rubbed my hands up and down his wet, sticky back, finally settling them on his ass cheeks, groping them through his shorts. I inserted my hands inside and felt the elastic waistband of a jockstrap. Fuck, I thought, this man knows what I like. For his part, Mark inserted his finger inside my steamy rectum as he humped his crotch against mine. He pulled out his finger, looked at the brown residue on it, then sniffed it.

'Smells real ripe, buddy,' he said. 'Feels real packed up there, too'.

'I haven't shit since yesterday, bud. Been saving it for later', I said cryptically.

'Sounds fucking hot to me', Mark replied.

'So show me around', he said.

I gave him a quick tour of the place, which ended in the stable. I had packed an ice cooler with beer and left it there, along with some poppers and grass. Opening up a brew I gave it to him and asked Mark if he wanted to hit up on a joint with me.

'Sure, buddy', he replied, and I lit one up.

As we were exchanging the joint, I walked him over to the stall where I had set up the sling and asked him what he thought.

'Fucking hot, pal. Do we both get turns sitting in it?' He asked.

'Whatever you want, bud' I replied.

We sat on a couple of hay bales I had thrown down from the loft above and passed the joint between us, getting higher and higher while taking swigs from our beer cans.

Mark sat opened legged, rubbing his crotch through his shorts. I sat opposite him and did the same, as the air in the stable became hot and thick. I got up and went over to him and raised his arm over his head and buried my face into his stinking, ripe, hairy pit. I sucked and lapped on his rank pit hairs as he held my face there. I took in deep breaths of his sweat and pit grime. At the same time I pinched and twisted his hard nipples. Mark groaned and rubbed his hand up and down my sweaty back then rubbed my sweat onto his good-looking face.

Mark stood up and I walked behind him before sinking to my knees and pressing my nose into his sweat-shorts. I ran it up and down the crack of his ass, inhaling his sweat and butt raunch through the damp, loose material. I could smell days worth of manstink stuck to his shorts and I began to suck on the fabric, drawing out his slimly ass juices.

By now we were both flying from the weed and Mark said he wanted to bring in his 'surprises'. He went out to his truck and returned with a gym bag and what looked like a stool. When he placed the stool down on the concrete floor in front of me I could see it was a makeshift rim chair - a short-legged stool from which he had removed the wooden top and replaced with a toilet seat. It was just the right height for a butt-sniffer to crawl under and get his tongue stuck deep inside the ass of the stud sitting above. I looked at Mark and the biggest shit-eating grin carved itself into my face.

Mark registered my delight and said, 'That's only for starters, pal.'

Then he opened his gym bag and pulled out an assortment of dildos of various lengths and thickness along with his collection of rank and ripe stinking boots and sneakers, tit clamps and an enema kit. I dropped to my knees instantly and pushed my face into his old dirty workboots - the ones he was wearing when I fucked him in the roadside shithouse. Fuck they stank even riper now. While I was on my knees with my ass in the air, eating the stink from Mark's boot, he came up from behind me and inserted a finger into my sweaty, ripe shithole. Then two fingers, then three. I moaned and bucked my hairy, shit-stinking ass toward him. I felt him remove his fingers and heard him sniff their pungent stink. I heard him lick them, too. I could only imagine how brown and shit-covered they were.

He played with my funky, brown asslips for a while then replaced his fingers with a 4'' buttplug with a big, flat base. He slid it right up my shit-packed chute; and my hungry fuck-hole swallowed that rubber cock to the very end. Fuck it felt good. I squeezed my butt muscles around that fuck-plug and could only anticipate what else Mark planned to shove up my manhole in the time we would be spending together.

'How about crawling under that stool, buddy and giving my hole a good rimming. I know you're partial to dirty manbutt. And mine stinks real good', Mark said.

Without further encouragement I slid under the chair and positioned my face in the center of the toilet seat and waited for Mark to rest his meaty, furry ass cheeks down. I looked up through the hole and saw him lower his hot ass - framed by the straps of his shit-stained jock - onto my face, as he stretched his hairy legs out to either side and placed his hands behind his head. It was so fucking hot looking straight up into this stud's fuckhole, knowing and smelling how ripe it was. Mark obviously hadn't showered for probably as long as me. His stinking, hairy pighole stank like a man's shitter ought too. Ripe and fucking pungent.

First I pulled apart his damp, steamy, hair-matted trench and shoved my nose up his shithole breathing in his ripe, stinky, man-raunch. I heard Mark open a can of beer while he was sitting on the rimseat and he started to wiggle his ass into my hungry face. I brought my hands from under the seat and placed them on his thick, hairy thighs feeling the sweat dripping off them. Then I squeezed his meaty, thick cock that was sticking out the side of his rank jock. I dug my tongue deep into his hairy, shit-matted fuckhole, savouring its pungent, manly stink. I licked and sucked on his sloppy, shit-stained ass lips like a fucking hungry dog. Slurping and lapping. Pulling his fuck-trench apart and smearing his butt raunch across my 'stache and goatee. Fucking his shithole with my nose. Breathing in his stink. I sucked on the shit covered straps, where they met at the back of his jock pouch, coating my tongue with the taste of his damp, stale, shit. I pulled the straps together into his hairy crack, flossing his trench with them and coating them even more with Mark's rich and ripe butt-slop.

Above me, I imagined Mark sitting there with his lips pouted out as he drooled beer down his big, hairy man-pecs then trickled it onto his thick dick. I imagined he was consumed in the slow hand-job he was giving himself. I heard him moan and say,

'You're doing fine, buddy, Just keep eating my buttslop. Get your fucking pig-tongue up my brown-coated shitter and rim my hairy, stinking hole out real good. Taste what I shit from that hole, cause I know you fucking love it, pig.'

I went wild with raunch lust just hearing Mark's filthy words, knowing he knew everything about my scat fantasies. I pulled apart his hairy, sweaty mancrack and sucked like a pig on his wet, brown ass-lips. With my nose pressed into his sweaty, hairy asscrack I breathed in the stink coming from the dried, inch-thick shit-smear that colored his trench brown. My 'stache rubbed and tickled Mark's man-crack and my tongue probed his dirty hole. I tasted specks of dried shit and fantasised about the 'fresher' stuff, packed deep inside his shit chute. It was so fucking hot. Mark was completely, fucking, comfortable with me tongue-fucking his shitty manhole and that got me off even more. I also knew that he knew how much I wanted to tongue his turds.

After about 10 minutes of asshole-munching his hairy, steaming pig-hole, Mark said,

'Hey pal, I gotta piss real bad. This beer's going straight through me. Mind if I just do it here?'

I managed to pull my face away from Mark's stink-hole long enough to say,

'Fucking hose me down with your beer piss, man. I want you to fucking soak me, buddy.'

By now my own meat was swollen to its full 8'' and sticking out the side of my yellow and brown-stained, jock pouch. My hairy, thick legs and crotch were stretched out from under the rimseat and Mark had a good aim at my furry, hard stomach and everything below it. I began to finger my long, drippy, cheesy, foreskin and stretched it open for Mark to piss into.

'Yeah pig, gonna piss straight into that ripe, stinking, cheese-packed hood of yours', Mark growled.

Saying that, he then let go a stream of beer piss from his fuck-pole. The thick, yellow piss fell onto my hairy stomach, then as Mark adjusted his aim, his piss worked its way directly into my stretched, open, foreskin, mixing his beer-piss with its cheesy, stinking contents. He soaked my jock pouch then poured a torrent of piss straight into the wide opening of one of my biker boots. I felt my ripe sweat sock getting soaked from Mark's piss as he continued to fill my boot with his beer juice. Fuck, I was in raunch heaven. Feeling Mark's warm piss flood my cheesy foreskin, my pouch, my furry stomach and now my fucking boot. It was too fucking much. My scat fantasies went wild inside my head as Mark drenched me in his piss. All I wanted then and there was to see and feel Mark dump his packed shit-gut over my hard hairy nipples and grind his steaming brown turds into my big, pumped up pecs. But that was not to happen. At least not for the time being.

As Mark's piss slowed to a drip, he said,

'Hey pal, get up from the floor and let me taste my butt raunch off your tongue'.

I crawled out from under the rim-seat, squeesing my butt muscles around the rubber cock-plug buried in my shit packed pighole, and stood up next to Mark. Fuck he was so hot-looking, standing there in just a shit stained jockstrap and his sweaty trainers. He had long since discarded his shorts and tee shirt. He pulled me into his hairy, sweaty body and stuck his tongue straight into my butt-slopped mouth. He pulled our two stiff cocks alongside each other and started to slow-jack them both as his tongue licked his butt raunch off my brown-smeared lips. I rubbed my piss soaked, hairy body against his and fingered the hole I had just been eating out. Mark pulled out the plug from my shithole. He brought it under our noses and we both sniffed the shit-streaked plug. He lifted up my arm and wiped the skid marks from the plug into my stinking pit hairs then rubbed his beard into my rank, stinking matted, underarm. I kissed him long and dirty.

We took turns eating out each other's stinking arm pits. We sniffed them out and coated our tongues with one another's sweat raunch. The taste was bitter and strong yet neither of us could get enough. We rubbed our beards into the wet, stinking, bushy pits then licked each other's hairy chins, tasting the acrid pit-slop that cling to our goatees.

Mark bent down and picked up a pair of tit clamps. They were joined together by a thin chain. He rubbed and kneaded my pumped-up hairy pecs, pinching and twisting them between his fingers. Then he attached the clamps to my 1/4'' swollen pig-nipples. How Mark knew I fucking loved tit-play was yet another hot surprise. Sometimes I can cream my jock just pulling and twisting on my hard, fat nipples without even touching my dripping dick. My nipples are fucking sensitive and the harder they're twisted the better I like it. We stood facing each other and Mark tugged on the chain, increasing the tension of the clamps. I just closed my eyes and surrendered to his tit-torture.

Next he eased me into the sling and helped me position myself. My ass was comfortably placed on top of the leather straps and I bent my legs at the knees, resting my booted feet on the edge of the sling. I gripped the upright ropes for support and felt ready for whatever Mark had in mind.

First he bent forward into me and began kissing my mouth. Then he continued with a long, slow tongue wash of my entire hairy, piss and sweat-soaked body. He removed one of the clamps and sucked and bit my nipple, latheing it with his tongue. He worked his way down my hairy stomach, lapping and slurping my bitter man-stink and tongue-fucked my belly-button. My navel by this point was filled with sweat and piss and Mark just sucked it out with his suction mouth.

My big, stiff, cock was swollen to its full 8 inches and I knew Mark was craving its cheesy coating. During our phone sex a few days before, he told me how much of a head-cheese pig he was. The smegma feast that I had been building up for him over the last 5 days I knew would not disappoint. And it was even riper and crudier now that he had pissed into my rank, headcheese-stinking hood.

Mark took my dripping, cheese-stinking cock in his hands and pulled wide open the heavy, cheesy skin that hooded my deep red knob. He pouted his lips, grunted and oinked, then pressed my thick, skin-snout against his snot-hole, and breathed in deeply my ripest manstink. Greedily his mouth opened wide and his tongue reached out to explore the dark, internal, recesses of my stinking, unwashed cockmeat hood. With little effort Mark pushed my veiny dick a few inches further into his mouth; the fat folds of damp smelly skin retracting backwards and falling on his lips while my bulbous knob filled his wet mouth-hole. Mark tongued around the head, eating great hunks of wet, smooth headcheese. I slowing fucked his lips with my big knob-end, feeding Mark my dank cheese-meal.

While Mark feasted on my rank, pig-cheese I tugged at the tit-clamp chain and stretched my pig nipples even longer. I slid forward ever so slightly, settling the depth of my crotch directly under Mark's nose. He inhaled like a bloodhound, taking in my rank, sweaty shit-hole stink, which coated the deep swath of hair between my thighs. I knew Mark was in the perfect position to smell my wet, ripe ass trench as he pigged out on my piss marinated headcheese. Mark's throat worked like a pump, sucking the smeg from my cockmeat, shoving his pig tongue into my piss hole and rubbing pieces of cheese over his 'stache. His tongue wound its way to my ball sack.

'That's it, buddy', I said.

Mark then went lower with his tongue and sucked my musky, piss-soaked nuts into his mouth

'Eat the stink and ass-crud stuck to my hairy balls, Pal, there's at least a good week's worth of turd-residue down there for you, pig.'

Mark's tongue nestled into my sweaty, odorous ball sack sucking and pulling on my wiry pubes. I watched him slurping on my big, hairy nuts as he sniffed the wealth of stink coming up from my shitty ass crack. I pulled my thighs apart even wider so that Mark's tongue could make into way into my damp, dank butt hole. He interrupted his pig feast just long enough to open the poppers and take a deep hit, filling both snot-holes with a rush of amyl. He passed the bottle to me and I shoved the opening up my nose and breathed in deep. We were both fucking flying with raunch and manstink lust.

Mark tilted back my legs and pressed his face into my shit-stinking, steaming mantrench, lapping at the forest of hair that covers my crack and tasting its ripe coating of butt slime and dried shit. He combed my ass hairs with his teeth. Running his mouth up and down my crack darting his tongue into my stretched, brown-dripping hole, breathing in my rank ass and shit stink. He pulled back and stood up gazing at me lying in the sling, legs pulled up to my chin with my stretched fuck-hole begging to be fed by a horse-sized dick.

'Fucking hot, buddy', was all he said.

I looked at him and saw his 'stache covered with traces of my cockcheese and wet, dripping ass-sludge.

Then he proceeded to remove my biker boots. First the one he hadn't pissed into. He pulled it off and immediately buried his face into it, taking in its cheesy foot raunch. He inhaled its stink a good few minutes then threw it on the floor and next attacked my sweaty, socked foot. Mark sucked on my damp stinking sock, running his tongue up and down the sole of my foot breathing in my reeking, cheesey foot odors. He pulled off my sweat sock and shoved it under his nose. He pushed his finger into the smelly fabric and pushed it into his nostril. Mark managed to push some of my sock straight into his snot-hole all the while pulling on his thick dick and inhaling my foot stink and toe-jam.

Mark was in fucking foot raunch heaven by now but clearly had been saving the best till last. My other boot was still filled with Mark's piss so he carefully removed it. There was a suction sound when it was finally detached itself from my foot. Mark stuck his nose into the piss-filled boot and began licking the inside edges of it. He was savouring the rank beer piss and foot stink that was wafting its way out of the opening. He tilted the boot to his lips and drank some of its piss contents. I nearly fucking creamed watching this hot, dark, raunch-stud drink his piss from my ripe, pungent biker boot. Mark then tipped the remaining beer urine over his sweaty, furry chest and hard, hairy belly and onto his stinking jock pouch. His cock was so fucking hard and beautiful from the scene he was performing for me that I fucking desired this man all the more.

Mark stepped out of his piss soaked jock and handed it to me, along with the bottle of poppers.

'Something suck and sniff, pal', he said.

I took a hit of poppers and gave them back to Mark, then fell into a fit of raunch lust. Like a hungry dog, I sucked Mark's rank smelling, crusty pouch into my mouth, slurping and lapping at what I knew to be Mark's cock, balls and asshole sweat-grunge. The robust flavor that filled my mouth was just as strong and heady as the stench that filled my nostrils.

I fantasised that perhaps weeks or months of Mark's ball sweat, oozing cock juices and shit stains now filled my mouth. I was in jock-stink-heaven, beating my meat and fingering my dirty hole with Marks' pungent, pissed soaked pouch in my mouth. I was oblivious to everything around me except for the stink taste in my mouth and the stink aroma swirling up my nostrils. To intensify my lust, I shoved a finger up my asshole and coated it good with shit, then shoved it up my nose, mixing my stink with the piss and shit smells of Mark's jock.

Mark's mouth sucking on my piss soaked foot brought me back from my private reverie. I watched him run his tongue over the drenched sock that still covered my foot and saw him stick all 5 of my sock-encased toes into his mouth. He was sucking out the piss from the sock and inhaling my cheesy foot stink. He pulled off my sock and pulled it over his rock hard cock like a big floppy rubber, then began running his tongue between each of my toes. Mark was devouring the cheesy toe jam that had formed from days of sweat. He coated his tongue with my rank foot raunch and rubbed the sole of my stinking foot across his face marking his beard with my foot slop. He shoved my big toe up his nose and breathed in heavily its cheesy aroma. Then Mark shoved it into his mouth and sucked it like a hungry baby would a tit. I watched him do this for a good 5 minutes as I slowly stroked my swollen, dripping dickmeat.

Then Mark bent down, unlaced his trainers, and removed them. He picked one up and brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply. Next he walked round to the side of the sling, while breathing in the foot raunch from his trainer and stood alongside my face with his big fat dick sticking straight out, still encased in my stinking piss-sock. He placed his sweaty, rank trainer over my nose and I inhaled deeply the months and years of built-up, manly foot stink. I lapped at the sweaty, damp inner-sole and tried to stick my tongue down to the very end where his toe jam would have been deposited. I held Marks' trainer to my nose and took in great big whiffs of his manstink. I was getting even higher than I already was from the weed and poppers. I moved his trainer over my dripping stinking cockmeat and rubbed it up and down my swollen cheesy dick.

I pulled Mark closer to my face and slipped his sock-encased cock into my mouth, tasting the piss that clung to it, along with my own foot raunch. I stuffed his cock deep into my mouth and chewed on the sock, sucking out its ripe juices. Mark began to pump my face slowly. I felt his cock sliding back and forth under the wet sock and I wrapped my arm around his waist pulling him even closer.

I inserted my finger into his damp, stinky shit-hole and as I was finger-fucking his ass fudge I suddenly felt the sock in my mouth becoming warmer and wetter. I could feel the movement of liquid between the weave of the material. Fuck, yes, I thought. Mark's pissing in my mouth. I was finally getting a taste of his dick juice directly from the hose. And what a fucking taste it was! It was strong and thick and I wanted it all. I pulled away for a split second and pulled off the sock from Mark's cock and shoved my mouth back over the head of his stinking prick to drink, but not before his warm piss stream splashed my face and furry chest.

I lodged his streaming dick deep in my throat and felt the warm sensation of his piss spread across my tonsils and slide down my thirsty neck. The suction of my throat pulled his hairy hose deep into my stretched throat as I drank the hot yellow stud-beer directly from Mark's stinking tap into my wanting belly. All the while Mark tugged on the chain of my tit-clamps sending me into delirious highs of raunch lust. When his stream stopped I pulled my face off his dripping cock and Mark instantly bent forward and deep kissed my piss soaked mouth. He managed to suck out some of his piss as he caressed my face and head with his hand. Our tongues tasted of piss, cheese, shit and foot slop. I could have sucked on his filthy tongue all day.

'Buddy where have you fucking been all my life?' he asked me. 'You are some hot raunch man'.

Mark passed me a beer and as I laid back in the sling drinking it, he went over to his bag and pulled out a 12'' x 7'' rubber dildo. He stood at the end of the sling and started rubbing it up and down my chest and stomach. When he ran it across my lips, my tongue darted out to lick it.

'Think you can take this, pal? Mark asked me.

'Only one way to find out, buddy', I replied, 'though my ass is pretty packed with shit. Like I said earlier, I haven't dumped since yesterday morning. There might be some resistance, man'.

Mark's handsome face broke into a dirty smile, as he greased one end of the rubber cock.

'Seems to me we need a little more manstink in here, pal. Does it stink dirty enough in here for you?' he asked.

'Could always do with more stink', I said.

'Exactly the way I feel', he replied.

Mark began to tease my wet, dirty butthole with the tip of the dildo. I, in turn, spread my hairy thighs wider and took a hit of poppers. My steamy raunch-hole was already stretched from the plug Mark had buried up there earlier so it wasn't real difficult to insert the rubber dick. The massive flesh-colored dongmeat pushed against my swollen asslips which sucked it in like a willing cocksucker's hungry mouth, engulfing the rubber dickpole's obscene, bulbous knobhead. I began to feel cramped and knew Mark was pushing against my packed manlogs.

He felt the resistance and went more gently. When my butt had swallowed about 8'' of fuckpole, Mark began a slow rhythmic fucking motion, moving the dildo in and out of my dirty fudge packed rectum.

'Yeah, slide that fat dongmeat straight into my stinking manlogs', I growled to Mark, as my plugged hole slurped on the rubber cock.

Mark would almost pull it out, then shove it back in. The horse stall we were fucking in began to take on the heady and distinct smell of man-shit. My man shit. As Mark eased the rubber meat nearly out of my asshole, I could see how slick and turd coated it was with my brown butt- raunch.

Mark continued to rape my shit-dripping butt with that horse dick of a dildo as my head swayed from side to side. Then he handed me one of his dirty sneakers from his 'bag of tricks' as he plowed my shitter with the rubber dongmeat. I inhaled Mark's stinking foot raunch from his sneaker while I lapped my tongue up and down the inner-sole, sucking in his stale foot juices and sweat.

All of a sudden, Mark pulled the rubber fuckpole from my sloppy, shit dripping raunchhole and brought it to my nose. I looked at the obscene fuck-tube, brown and pasty with my ass slime and shit. Then I inhaled deeply its pungent and ripe manly stink.

'Rub it over my hairy pecs, buddy', I instructed Mark. 'Cover my swollen nipples and pumped- up man-tits with my stinking, messy shit. Mat down my chest fur with my pasty asslime.'

Mark rubbed the filthy, stinking dongmeat up and down my chest cleavage, streaking my hairy pecs and stomach with skid marks. The air in the stall became awesomely manly and foul. Both of us breathed the pungent stench deep into our lungs.

'You know, pal, he said, 'I've always wanted to fuck a guy while he shits. Think you can do that, buddy?'

'Shove that thick dick of yours up my shitter bud, and I'll show you', I replied.

Mark left the rubber fuck-pole lying in my chest cleavage, its ripe shit stink filling my nostrils as he inserted his massive cock into my turd packed butthole. He thrusted in and out, in and out, in and out, each time pulling his dick all the way out then slamming it back into my dripping, stinking, gaping fuckhole. I saw how shit-coated Mark's thick cock and hairy balls were and I started to beat my dickmeat. The sight of this fucking hot stud being so uninhibitedly natural and excited by the stink-sex we were having, completely blew my mind.

'I'm gonna dump, man', I hollered.

Mark withdrew his fuckmeat and I let my bowels discharge their stinking, manly contents. One, two, three turds shot out my raunchhole in rapid succession and landed on the concrete floor in front of Mark. Each firm and about 8'' long. Quickly he pushed his shit-covered cock back into my steaming rectum and plugged me few more times until I began to release the softer shit that was lodged further up my intestine. This time Mark left his stinking fuckpole inside my shitchute as my loose logs oozed out the sides of my gaping fuck-hole and into Mark's wiry crotch and down the sides of my hairy thighs. I was actually shitting on Mark's cock as he continued to fuck my turd-evacuating asshole.

Mark shouted, 'This is so fucking hot and dirty, I can't last much longer. I'm gonna cum, buddy. I'm gonna cum.'

As I watched Mark close his eyes and pound his meat inside my stinking, shit-dripping manhole, I scooped some of my loose, rank-smelling manlogs from my thighs and rubbed it onto my swollen, about-to-burst dickmeat and some into my lust-flaring nostrils. The stink I was smelling through my nose and throughout the stall was overwhelmingly strong and ripe. Shit, piss, foot raunch and man sweat filled the air. Both of us were close to the point of no- return.

'FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKKKK,' Mark shouted as he shot his load up my shitter. He convulsed and bucked his cock into my ass as my sphincter muscles milked his exploding fuckpole. He pulled out of my hole and as his shit-brown cock continued to spew its white cream he aimed it at my mouth. He shot his fuck-juice so far up my body I managed to catch gobs of it right on my tongue. It tasted warm, silky and tinged with shit. Tasting his man- cream was all I needed. I brought myself off with my hand and experienced the most powerful and intense orgasm of my life. I was writhing and bucking up and down on the sling, shooting load after load of cock-juice onto my belly, my pecs and as high as my face.

The fucking man- juice wouldn't stop cumming out of both our dicks.

Mark collapsed on top of me, his still hard, shit-covered dick, pressing itself against mine. The side of his face sank into a pool of cum that had collected in my shit-smeared pec cleavage. I began to feel his tongue lapping at the cock-juice and shit and he continued licking his way up my neck until our faces met and our tongues darted into each other's open mouth. Mark sucked out the cum that he had shot into my mouth and I in turn licked off my spunk and shit from his tongue that he had sucked off my pecs. We stayed lying like that for a few minutes as our breathing gradually relaxed, both rubbing each other's sweat and shit streaked bodies and inhaling the manraunch stink that surrounded us. Eventually, Mark lifted himself off me and said,

'Maybe we should hose each other down, buddy and get ready for round two. Waddaya say, pal?'

'That all depends on what you intend to hose me down with, bud,' I replied.

Mark smiled a wicked grin and winked.

To be continued...

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