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The following story deals with subject matter that some readers may find objectionable. Therefore, if raunchy sex between men involving scat is offensive to you or if you are under the age of eighteen, STOP HERE!
Smelling Stink - Part 2 by Rim4you
Chapter 1
"Aw Steven! Steven!" Jason sighed. "That looks so good. My cock in your mouth."
As Jason entwined his fingers in my hair, he gently pumped his ever stiffening dick in and out of my mouth. Gazing up at him, my mouth not missing a single stroke on his dick, our eyes met and I could see by the look in Jason's eyes and the expression on his face that he was rather pleased with my intrusion on his privacy. But how was this all going to look from his perspective? After all, when he drew back the shower door, my head was practically in the toilet bowl savoring the aroma of his bodily waste.
I was ecstatic as my hand grazed his flesh. Felt its warmth as inch by inch my hand caressed its way towards the mounds of his ass.
"Oh yeah," Jason moaned. "That feels good. Touch my ass, man. Play with it."
Jason bucked his hips in a nice rhythym as I ran my hand, still clutching his dirty jockstrap, over the creamy, white cheeks of his ass. The whiteness of his full buttcheeks so contrasted with the rich, golden tan that bronzed the rest of his body. The smoothe flesh of his ass betrayed the forest of hair, now wet from his shower, that swirled within the deep cleft between the voluptuous mounds.
Beginning at the uppermost entrance to that valley, I slowly, methodically descended my fingers, ever so gently.
"Oh man!" Jason groaned, as my fingers made their way down and into the crack of his ass.
"Huh?"
"I've never been touched like this before, Steven. I mean ... nobody's ever touched my ass the way you're touching it."
"You like?" I purred, swirling my tongue over the head of his dick.
"Yes! Oh yes!" He sighed, buckin his ass back. "Play with my ass, Steven. Please!"
Could it be that this gorgeous surfer, who admired other men's bodies, had never been with a man before? Was I venturing into unexplored territory?
Be still my pounding heart!
Chapter 2
I toyed with the hairs in his wet trench. Tugging. Pulling them gently as my fingers worked their way downward, deeper, towards his asshole.
"Fuck!" Jason cried out, his body tensing slightly, his fingers pulling at my hair as a single digit found his wet pucker and deftly traced the rosey bud.
"Jesus!" Jason moaned, relaxing. Allowing my finger to caress his shithole. I swirled my finger around his sensitive hole and felt his quaking knees tapping my shoulders.
"You like that, huh?"
"Oh god, yes!" Jason sighed. "That feels so fuckin' good, Steven! Don't stop, buddy. Play with my asshole!"
I was boned up to the max now. Cock snot was spitting out of my pisshole like crazy. My heart was pounding in my chest. I couldn't believe that this stud I had lusted for, for so long, was standing here before me, naked and trembling and that I had his dick in my mouth and my finger was touching his virgin manhole!
"Jason!" I sighed, swallowing his now rock hard dick, burying my face into his pubic bush.
"Suck my cock, Steven! Play with my asshole, man! Fuckin' turnin' me on!"
Jason bucked his hips, fucking my mouth with his long, thick rod. With every movement of his pelvis, the backward motion, his ass muscles relaxing, allowed my finger to probe the inner depths of his warm, succulent asshole.
"Aw man! My asshole, Steven! My fuckin' shithole! What are you doin' back there, man! Fuck! It feels so good ... so fuckin' good, buddy!"
Jason's pucker began to slurp at my fingertip. I held my digit steady to allow Jason to take things at his own pace. The last thing I wanted was to break this magical moment with my enthusiasm and cause him any pain.
Slowly. Then with more gusto as his lust mounted, Jason's hole began to blossom and, as it were, suck my finger into its depths.
"Oh yeah!" I gasped, "suck my finger with your shithole, surfer boy!"
"You like that, Steven? Huh? Pluggin' a surfer stud's butt? My nasty butthole!"
"Fuck yeah, man! I know what comes outta here, man. Fuck! I can see it and smell it from the toilet!"
My digit was now buried to the hilt up Jason's bunghole. He squirmed and moaned with the invasion.
"Yeah? Think I didn't see you smelling my stink in the bowl, Steven? Sniffin' my turd? I saw the way you were lookin' at me earlier. Think I didn't notice? We're buddies, man. And buddies always help each other out. Fuck!"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Jason welcomed this moment just as much as I did. But where would it lead and how far would it go? With Jason, I'd do anything.
I resigned myself to letting this hunky surfer take charge, hoping against hope that he'd take the plunge into my deepest, darkest fantasies.
Chapter 3
"I want you to do something for me, Jason."
"Keep doing what you're doing to me, man, and I'll do anything you fuckin' want!"
I toyed within the depths of Jason's asshole. Scraping gently along the walls or his rectum, I felt the tip of a turd. I sighed.
"What do you want, buddy? Tell me. God! You're makin' me hot. I never felt like this before!"
"I want you to get your surfboard, Jason?"
"My board?"
"Yeah. Bring it in here, please."
"In the bathroom?"
"Yeah! Please, Jason! Do it for me?"
"Okay. Yeah! Sounds kinda kinky. I'm game."
With a grunt, Jason slid his cock out of my mouth. Likewise, with a wet, slurping sound, his asshole disengaged from my finger. Hypnotically, I held my finger in front of my face.
"Hey buddy!" Jason said, cocking his head over his shoulder and looking at me.
"Huh?" I sighed, staring at my finger, lightly coated with a brown slime.
"You can smell my stink while I'm gone but I want you naked when I get back."
As Jason walked out of the room, I gazed at his firm, muscular ass and bringing my finger under my nose, inhaled his ripe stink.
Clumsily, in a stupor of lust and amazement, I stood up and pealed off my clothes. Naked, I sat on the toilet and stroked my dick, sniffing my finger, Jason's grundgy jockstrap and one of his crusty sweatsocks, awaiting anxiously his return. The aroma of his stink curled up my nostrils.
Chapter 4
The surfer boy returned, his board tucked under his arm, stood in the door. His tousled, blonde locks, still wet, curled in ringlets on his forehead. His dreamy, blue eyes gazing intently upon me as his full lips drew back in a sheepish grin. His chest heaved with every deep breath he took and his cock, erect and firm, every vein clearly outlined, throbbed and jerked. His hefty balls, coated lightly with hair, swayed between his muscular thighs.
"Fuck!" I sighed, stroking my dick, squeezing the bulbous, mushroom head as a pearldrop of pre-cum oozed out of the pisshole and slid down the shaft. "You're so beautiful, man!"
Jason hung his head.
"What do you want me to do, Steven?" Jason asked, in a husky voice, slowly raising his head.
"Lay your board against the tub and lay on it like your paddling to catch a wave."
"But you've seen me do that hundreds of times before, Steven." Jason said, laying his board against the tub.
"Yeah. I have." I whispered, pulling on my dick. "But not while you were naked."
His surfboard resting against the tub, Jason mounted his board. On his knees, leaning slightly forward, his arms dangling beside him simulating a paddle stroke, Jason arched his back, thrusting his ass up.
"This is how I break into the surf." Jason said, lustily.
"Fuck!" I gasped, as his asscheeks parted revealing his trench.
"Yeah! I'm naked on my board, man! I'm paddling out. I can feel the wind and ocean spray, licking my ass."
"Fuck yeah!" I groaned, tugging on my balls. "Uh-huh!"
"I'm in my world, man. I'm sitting on my board waiting for that perfect swell. Up until now, Steven, the ocean has been the only thing to kiss my asshole."
"Until now, man?" I sighed.
"Yeah, buddy. We're riding tandem. You're behind me, Steven. I can feel your lips and the waves kissing my asshole. I don't know what's better, man. Ridin' a wave or ridin' your tongue! You're fuckin' with my head, dude! Big time."
I slid off of the toilet and positioned myself on the board behind Jason. Spreading his buttcheeks wide, with my hands, I buried my face into his trench. My tongue probed his hole.
"Fuck! Fuck, man!" Jason gasped, gripping either side of the board. "I'm takin' this wave doggy style! Eat my ass, Steven! Fuckin' eat my ass!"
"Oh yeah, surfer boy! Fuckin' eatin' your ass!" I moaned, slurping hungrily at Jason's shithole.
"Ride that hole, buddy! Hang tongue on my shitter! Fuck! Feels so fuckin' nasty, man!"
"Want nasty, man?" I grunted.
"Fuck yeah! Give it to me nasty, Steven. I'm yours!"
Jason bucked his ass back, grinding his butt onto my face. Like a crazed lunatic I raped his hole with my tongue. Probing. Searching. Digging.
"Aw fuck! Fuck!" Jason growled. "Eat that ass, man! Eat surfer boy's man pussy! Eat my fuckin' cunt!"
Crazed with lust I flung my hand back and plunged it into the toilet with a splash.
"Fuck yeah, man!" Jason cried, humping his ass. "Paddle! Paddle, dude!"
I swirled my hand in the cool water of the bowl. Cupping my hand I felt Jason's turd slam into the palm of my hand. Raising my hand out of the water, I jerked up my head and with a resounding slap I mashed the turd into the crack of Jason's ass, spreading its reeking filth up and down his hairy trench.
"Aw fuck! Fuck!" Jason sighed, wriggling his ass. "Fuckin' nasty surfin', man! Hangin' turd, buddy! Fuckin' smellin' stink, Steven!"
"I wanna fuck you, Jason!" I hollered, smearing his creamy, white cheeks with shit. His shit. "I wanna dick you, buddy! Feel my cock up your tight, stinkin' man pussy! I wanna fuck you, California surfer boy! Fuck you stink! Dirty and nasty!"
"Rape me, stud! Take my virgin cunt! Fuck me! Fuck my shitty ass!"
I reared up and poised my throbbing dick at Jason's tight pucker. I hesitated. Cock snot poured out of my pisshole onto his dirty, smelly hole.
"Fuck me, bitch!" Jason screamed. "Ride me the way I ride the waves! I wanna feel your cock up my ass as we ride my board together, Steven!"
I grabbed Jason's waist. The head of my dick kissed his hole.
"Push, man!" I hollered. "Like you're takin' a shit!"
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Jason groaned, tensing his body, clutching the sides of his surfboard. "Gonna fuckin' dump, man! Gonna fuckin' shit on my board, man!"
"Yeah! Shit, man! Shit!"
"Aw! Aw, Steven!" Jason gasped. "You're rapin' my hole, man! Fuck! Rippin' me apart with your big dick! Shit! Shit! Fuck me! Fuck me, Steven! Fuck me dirty and stink!"
A long, drawn out moan escaped me as Jason's juicy asslips slurped my cock into his warm, shitty hole.
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