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The following story deals with subject matter which some readers may find objectionable. Therefore, if the depiction of graphic, sexual situations between consenting males engaged in acts involving raunch, watersports and scat is offensive to you or if you are under the age of eighteen, STOP HERE!
Special Delivery by Rim4you
Chapter 1
Standing on the front porch, I gleefully waved to my parents as Dad backed the car out of the driveway.
"Don't forget to water the plants!" Mom hollered, with a hint of worry in her voice.
"I won't!" I shouted back, anxious for the car to clear the driveway and head down the street.
"And stay out of trouble!" Dad hollered, giving a honk of the car's horn.
When it was all clear and I saw the car make a left turn onto Jefferson Street, I breathed a sigh of relief and grinned from ear to ear.
'Alone for four days! Yeah!' I practically shouted, slamming the front door behind me as I made a beeline to the stereo in the livingroom, popped in a CD and cranked up the volume.
With the music blaring, I headed for the refrigerator. On the refrigerator was a note from Mom. In bold print it said: "I'm expecting a package. Look out for the UPS man."
'Yeah, yeah!' I muttered, swinging open the refrigerator door and zeroing in on the twelve pack of beer Dad had put in the refrigerator the other day. 'Why not?' I asked myself, retrieving a beer. 'After all, he's got two more suitcases in the pantry.'
I popped open the can and took a deep swig feeling like a king in his castle. Then I trotted to the den, where Dad had his office and, unknown to him, where I had discovered his secret hiding place behind a file cabinet where he stashed his porno magazines.
I grabbed about four magazines and headed back into the livingroom and plopped down on the sofa. Preparing myself, I took another swig of beer and, to be sure, yanked the front of my shorts down under my balls.
'Oh yeah!' I said, approvingly, as my cock flopped out. 'You and me are gonna have a good time.'
I picked up the first magazine and began thumbing through it.
'Dad. Dad!' I sighed. 'You naughty boy! Mom would cut your thing off if she knew you looked at this stuff. I bet you even beat off lookin' at these magazines too!'
I visualized Dad in his office with the door locked and the blinds shut tight with a magazine open on his desk to a photograph of some chick, on her knees, giving some guy a blowjob while gobs of cum dripped out of the corners of her mouth onto her tits and Dad sitting there stroking on his boner.
Turning the page, my cock jumped and jerked its way to a full erection as I lusted over a photograph of some chick getting her butt plowed by some guy.
'Ouch!' I yelped, reaching down to wrap my fingers around my hard dick and began a slow, methodical up and down stroke. 'Fuckin' your ass, slut!' I whispered. 'How's it feel havin' a man's cock up your shithole? Jesus, bitch! You're fuckin' dirty back here!'
I closed my eyes for a minute and visualized Dad, buck assed naked, his hard, throbbing cock pounding in and out of some slut's dirty asshole. Each time he pulled his dick out, he'd rub his cock up and down the slut's buttcrack, spreading the nasty, stinky sludge around while he moaned and groaned.
The fantasy that I had conjured up was so nasty that I shuddered with the thought, yet my cock throbbed and dripped its slimey drool out of my piss slit and down my rigid shaft.
'Whew!' I gasped, throwing down the magazine and taking up a second one.
This time I slid out of my shorts and kicked them aside. My dick snapped back, with a thud, against my stomach as I laid back and held the magazine up in front of my face.
'Whoah, Dad!' I sighed, astonished, as I looked at a photograph of two guys, completely naked. One guy was kneeling in front of another. The guy kneeling was pulling on his dick with his head thrown back and his mouth wide open. The guy standing over him had his cock pointed directly at the guy kneeling before him with a stream of piss gushing into the guy's mouth and splashing all over his face. 'Fuck, that's hot!' I practically moaned, reaching down to stroke my dick.
Turning the page, I nearly blew my wad seeing a picture of a guy, in a football jersey, kneeling behind a guy hunched over a lockeroom bench, getting his jockstrapped framed ass eaten out from the guy in the jersy.
'You get off on this, Dad?' I sighed, running my hand down my shaft, over my cum filled, aching balls to my warm, sweaty asscrack. 'Eat that ass, man!' I gasped, slipping a finger into my butt trench and swirling my finger over my moist shithole. 'Right here, man! Lick my stinky hole! Put your tongue right there and lick!'
I groaned with pure delight as I rubbed my finger over my moist, sweaty butthole and felt my cock throb and ooze its juices each time I let my finger slip deeper and deeper into the nasty, puckering oriface.
'Oh yeah!' I moaned. 'Is this what you get off on, Dad?' I sighed, plunging my finger in and out of my gaping asshole. 'Your big, hard cock up some dude's dirty, stinking shitchute? Yeah! Bet you wished it was up my shitter, huh, Dad?' I groaned, fueling my fantasy to the limit.
'Fucking dirty back here, son!' I fantasized Dad saying, as I sunk a second finger up my ass.
"What did you expect, fucker?' I practically shouted. 'That's my shitter you're fucking!'
'Fucking dirty, Jared!' Dad's voice rang in my ears. 'Fucking stink, nasty cunt!'
'It's full of shit, Dad!' I responeded, my voice heavy with lust. 'My ass is packed with shit just so you can fuck me dirty, stink and nasty! Give it to me, Dad! Shove that big cock of yours up my filthy, shitty hole!'
Panting with lust, I dropped the magazine to the floor and began pounding away at my dick furiously. Spreading my legs and raising my knees towards my chest slightly, gave my fingers easier access to fucking my now hungry butthole.
'Oh yeah! Yeah, Dad!' I yelped, as a third finger found its way up my asshole. 'Give me your big dick! Shove it up my stinkhole, man! Feel it, Dad? Feel that nasty shit up my ass?'
'Yeah, bitch! Your ass is so fucking nasty! A real whore's ass! Tight. Juicy. And so fucking dirty! Look at all that shit on my cock, Jared'
Raising my head I glanced down as I quickly withdrew my fingers from my butthole to see them coated with a brown, gooey sludge. A ripe, tart stink began to curl up my nostrils.
'Smell my nasty dick!' I heard Dad's voice command.
Lost in my fantasy, which was fueled by my Dad's porno magazines, I visualized that my shit coated, smelly fingers was Dad's hard, throbbing, dripping cock. I raised my fingers to within inches of my flaring nostrils.
'Smell it, Jared!' Dad commanded. 'Smell my cock!'
'It's so stink, Dad!' I moaned, inhaling my raw buttstench over and over.
'That's my cock covered with your shit, Jared! Smell it! Worship that dirty cock that just fucked your manpussy!'
'Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!' I groaned, rubbing my filthy fingers over my nostrils and savoring my stink.
'Gettin' off on your stink, huh, bitch?' Dad's voice echoed in my ears. 'Like smelling your Dad's shitty cock, huh?'
'Fuck, yeah!' I sighed. 'Your cock smells so nasty, Dad!'
'Now put it in your mouth, Jared. Suck it! Suck dirty, stink cock!'
'Dad!' I gasped, openning my mouth wide and letting my filthy fingers slide onto my tongue.
'Suck it, pig! Suck my shitty dick!'
'Fuck! Fuck!' I gurgled, as I wrapped my fingers around my dirty digits and sucked.
A rank, almost bitter taste filled my mouth. Coupled with the stink swirling up my nostrils, I moaned uncontrollably as I fucked my mouth with my shitty fingers, all the while fantasizing I was sucking on my Dad's shit covered, stink cock.
'Yeah, that's it, son! Taste your stink! Taste your asshole on my cock! Suck! Suck!'
As I withdrew my fingers out of my mouth, I smeared the warm sludge over my lips and inhaled deeply of my butt stench. As I salivated over my filth, my cock jerked wildly in my hand and spat copious drops of pre-cum onto my fingers.
'Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Fuck!' I gasped, over and over, savoring the nasty taste in my mouth and the stench filling my nose.
'Bet you'd want me to squat right over your fucking face so you can get a good whiff and taste of a man's buttstink, huh, pig!'
'Yeah!' I groaned.
At that moment, the doorbell rang.
Chapter 2
The sound of Westminster chimes ringing in my ears, snapped me out of the world of fantasy into the world of reality.
'Ah, fuck!' I muttered.
I sat up and hurriedly yanked on my shorts, smudging them with shit. I cast a quick glimpse into a mirror on the wall and staring back at me was my reflection of a face streaked with my own shit. Grasping the bottom of my t-shirt, I yanked it up and quickly wiped my face.
The doorbell rang again, followed by a loud knock.
"Hello!" A deep, masculine voice, called out. "UPS with a package!"
'Fuck!' I hissed. 'Great timing!'
I looked through the peephole. Sure enough, there was the familiar figure of the UPS guy donned from head to toe in his brown, tight fitting uniform.
'I'm sure he's seen it all.' I chuckled, to myself, grasping the doorknob.
With that I swung open the door.
"Uh ... Uh ..." the young man stuttered, gazing at me with somewhat bewildered, astonished eyes.
"Can I help you?" I asked, matter of factly.
"Looks like I caught you at a bad time." The UPS man replied, glancing down at my crotch.
"Kinda." I said, looking down to see my erect cock poking out from under my shorts.
I glanced up quickly and into the eyes of the young UPS driver whose look of initial shock all of a sudden took on a look of fleeting lust. He grinned and shifted his weight to one leg, slightly thrusting, as it were, his bulging basket towards me.
"I'll need your signature, sir." He said, raising his clipboard and offering me a pen.
"I guess you do," I said, wrapping my somewhat dirty fingers around the pen which he released with a brush of his finger against mine.
As I signed my name I shot him a quick look. He had raised his finger to his nose, feigning to scratch it. I chuckled at the thought that he was really taking a whiff of his finger. It was obvious to me that he didn't need to sniff his finger. Even I could smell the aroma wafting off my body and clothes.
"What's that smell?" The UPS driver said, handing me the package.
"Wanna find out, David?" I replied, leaning forward to read his name tag.
"That's not fair." David answered. "You have the advantage of knowing my name and I don't know yours."
"Jared." I said, coyly leaning against the door frame and boldly exposing my hard dick to full view.
"What did you have in mind, Jared?" David said, sliding his hand down and over the bulge between his legs while flashing me a lustful grin.
"Just what it smells like, man!" I whispered, in a low, hoarse voice.
"That sounds nasty, Jared. Real nasty."
"Interested?"
"Fuck, yeah!" David replied, stepping closer and wrapping his fingers around my swollen shaft. "I could think of some nasty things to do with this."
"So can I."
With that, heart racing, I stepped back into the foyer. David followed me, closing the front door behind him.
Chapter 3
As David paused, just inside the door, placing his clipboard and the package he was delivering on the foyer table, I studied him from head to toe.
He looked rather young. I'd say in his twenties. From a quick sweep of his body in its tight fitting uniform, I gathered, from his muscular physique, that he was either into sports or worked out regularly.
Taking off his ballcap revealed his short cropped, brown hair. His brow dripped with sweat from the summer heat, trickled down his face, over his cheeks and down his neck.
David's neatly trimmed goatee framed and accentuated his full lips which, when drawn back in a smile, revealed his pearly white teeth.
His sparkling, blue eyes, laced with thick, long lashes, seemed to penetrate me as we fixed our gaze upon one another with wanton lust and animal heat.
"I don't bite." David said, softly.
David raised his muscular arms up and clasped his hands behind his head, grinning from ear to ear.
I noticed right away the dark, wet stains of perspiration which soaked the fabric of his uniform shirt at his armpits.
"Care to sniff?" David said, cocking his head slightly down and towards his right armpit. "I haven't showered in a couple of days, Jared. I'm nice and ripe ... all over!"
Cautiously, like a lion circling its prey, I inched my way towards David and his invitation to savor his scent.
"Yeah!" David moaned, leaning against the door, as I zeroed in, as it were, upon the kill and buried my face into his warm, moist, funky armpit. "Smell me, man! Get your nose right in there and sniff."
"Ah, fuck!" I moaned, burying my face into his ripe armpit and savoring his masculine aroma while I humped my crotch against his.
"Like that?" David asked, running a hand down my back and into the back of my shorts, swirling his fingers over my butt before sliding a finger down and into the forest of hair lining my butt trench.
"Fuck!" I moaned, rubbing my face back and forth into David's sweaty, fragrant armpit.
"Yeah! Smell me, Jared." David hissed, clamping my head in a vice grip, pinned into his underarm as he slid his finger down the warm, moist trail of my butt trench towards my asshole. "Smell my rank armpit, man!"
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" I moaned, inhaling David's rank, manly stench as David's finger found its target and toyed with my puckering, flaring asslips.
"Smells good, huh?" David asked, rubbing his finger over my asshole.
"Yes!" I gasped, sucking the wet, sweaty fabric into my mouth and delighting in its musky, almost salty flavor.
"Oh, yeah!" David growled, perversely, his deep voice dripping with wanton lust and heat. "You're dirty, Jared. Real dirty back here!"
"I haven't taken a dump today, man!" I moaned, feeling David's finger probing the depths of my shithole. "My ass is packed with shit!"
"Fuckin' nasty bitch!" David sighed.
Suddenly my mind was filled with my earlier fantasies in which, fueled by my Dad's porno magazines, I had envisioned Dad calling me a "bitch" and a "whore." All for his pleasure and mine.
Instinctively, I bucked my ass back to swallow David's intruding, penetrating finger.
"Fuckin' hungry whore aren't you?" David sighed, sinking his finger to the hilt up my ass. "And you weren't kidding, dude. Your ass is full of shit!"
"Stinking, filthy shit!" I gasped.
"Check it out." David said, withdrawing his finger and releasing my head from his armpit. "Look at my finger, man!"
I gazed up at David who held his shit covered finger up.
"Fuckin' stinks of asshole, Jared!" David said, passing his filthy digit under his nose. "Wanna smell it with me, pig?"
"Fuck, yeah!" I gasped, as David and I lowered our heads towards his shitty finger and sniffed.
"Smell your stink, man!" David sighed, taking deep whiffs. "The stink from your raunchy butthole!"
"I wanna smell yours, David!" I moaned.
"Yeah? You wanna smell my ass, fucker?"
"Yes!" I hissed, impaling my flaring nostril upon his filthy digit.
"You'll smell it, fucker! My stinky butthole!" David replied, twisting his finger up my nose. "Yeah! You're gonna smell all of my manstink!"
Pulling his finger out of my nostril, David ran his finger over my lips. "Shitty snot, man! Eat it!"
He slid his finger past my pursed lips and into my mouth, all the while grinding his crotch against mine.
"Yeah, motherfucker!" David whispered, in a raspy voice. "Be my bitch and taste your shitty snot!"
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" I moaned, wrapping my mouth around David's finger and sucking furiously as spit dripped out of the corners of my mouth.
"Yeah! You're a nasty whore!" David said, pumping his finger in and out of my mouth. "Taste your asshole! Taste your snot! Yeah! Now open your mouth."
I tilted my head back and opened my mouth wide.
"Stick out your tongue, pig!" David commanded. "Yeah! Show me that brown, stink tongue. Fuckin' bitch! Got shit on your tongue, man!"
As I stuck out my tongue, David hocked a thick wad of spit and hured it into my mouth.
"Thank you!" I gasped, closing my mouth to swallow David's spittle and openning my mouth again. "More!"
"Yeah? You want more, slut?"
I shook my head vigorously in the affirmative. David flung his head back and hocked up another wad of spit and sent it hurling onto my face. It hit me between my eyes and rolled down the bridge of my nose.
"Fuck!" I moaned, as David smeared his spit over my face and, lowering his face towards mine, planted his warm, full lips against mine and kissed me hard and deep, while wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me close to him.
"Mmmmmm!" I moaned, as David slid his tongue into my mouth, flicking his tongue against mine.
"I can taste your stink, whore!" David groaned, as he sucked on my tongue. "I can taste your dirty cunt, you fuckin' bitch!"
As we broke our kiss, I dragged my open, salivating mouth from David's lips and sucked his hairy chin into my mouth.
"Yeah, bitch! Taste me! You're gonna fuckin' smell and taste every inch of me, man! All of my stink!"
Chapter 4
From his chin, I dragged my sucking mouh down his neck as I popped open the buttons of his shirt with my fingers and rubbed my face against his hairy chest.
"Bite my nipples, man!" David hollered, taking the back of my head with the palm of his hand and shoving my face onto his left, erect nipple. "Chew it, fucker! Taste it!"
I swirled my tongue over the firm, erect nub and began chewing on it, slamming David's body against the door in a frenzy of animalistic heat.
"Fuck!" David yelled. "Fuckin' bitch! Yeah!"
As I nibbled on David's tit, I groped his full basket and felt his rigid manhood.
"Yeah, bitch! Feel up that hard cock! Get your fuckin' face down there!"
As I dragged my face downward, sinking lower and lower unto my knees, until I felt the cool flagstone touching my kneecaps, one by one I popped a button open of David's shirt which he willingly pulled apart, tugging the tails out of his pants and, working himself out of his shirt, tossed it aside.
"Mmmmmm!" I moaned, swirling my tongue over the naked, exposed flesh of his upper body, sweeping into my mouth each and every hair of his chest and abdomen.
"That's if, fucker! Work your way down to my crotch! I wanna feel your hot breath on my pouch!"
I tongued his navel before taking his belt buckle into my mouth and sucking it as though it were his exposed cock.
"Nasty, motherfucker!" David hissed, bucking his hips forward as I trailed my mouth lower, licking the zipper of his fly over the bulging mound between his beefy legs while I caressed the full globes of his ass with my hands. "Yeah, fucker! Put your mouth on my crotch. Feel up my ass, man!"
My lips sought out the outline of his cockhead, confined by his trousers. As I wrapped my lips around it and sucked, I kneaded the twin mounds of his buttcheeks.
"That fuckin' feels good, bitch! Real good. Good enough to ..."
"Mmmmmm!" I moaned, as a wet substance began to gush into my mouth and fill it with a salty flavor.
"Fuckin' makin' me piss, whore!" David groaned, as he let loose a fountain of warm urine to gush, soaking his pants.
"Fuck! Fuck!" I groaned, fumbling to unbuckle his belt buckle and, releasing the strap, tore open his fly to reveal his hard, pissing cock, urinating through the pouch of the filthiest, smelliest jockstrap I had ever seen.
The pouch of David's jockstrap was a dindgey, yellowish-brown and reeked of cock and asshole. Out of it gushed a stream of warm, rancid smelling piss which seemed to enhance the aroma coming from his already foul smelling crotch.
"Smell and taste my pissing stink, bitch!" David groaned.
Leaning forward, I buried my face into David's pissing cock. The acrid aroma of piss and asshole surged up my nose as I wrapped my lips around his pissing dick and sucked.
"Yeah! Drink, man! Drink my piss!"
David's funky nectar filled my mouth with a robust, rank flavor as I gulped mouthful after mouthful of his cock juice.
"Yeah, baby!" David hissed, pulling my mouth firmly agaist his urinating dick. "Know what that pouch is filled with?"
"It's so nasty!" I moaned, sucking on his pissing dick like a lactating infant.
"What's it smell like, Jared?"
"Asshole!" I whispered.
"Yeah, buddy! That pouch you're sucking on is my buttwipe. That's what I use to wipe my ass with. It keeps my cock smelling nice and stink!"
"Ah, fuck!" I moaned, sucking all the more furiously.
"Yeah, buddy! It smells like my asshole! My fuckin', dirty asshole!"
With that, David swung around and shoved his hairy ass onto my face.
"Smell it! Smell it, motherfucker! Smell my ass, man! Smell my manpussy!"
Grasping his asscheeks in my hands, I pulled them apart to reveal the hairy crevice of his buttcrack and his gaping, puckering asshole.
"Brown nose me, man! Smell my stink, whore!"
"Aaarrrggghhh! Aaarrrggghhh!" I grunted, burying my face into David's warm, sweaty, rank butt trench. "Fucking stinks, man! Fucking reeks of sloppy manhole!"
"Smell it! Smell it!" David sighed, grinding his ass onto my face. "Smell my dirty asshole, man! Rub your nose against my stinkhole and take a deep whiff! I know that's what you want, bitch! Fuckin' smell my ass!"
As I buried my face into David's rank, smelly buttcrack, inhaling his stench and tasting his raunch, I couldn't help but think of my Dad, hunched over his porno magazines, beating his meat with his nostrils flaring for stink.
****************************** To be continued ... I welcome your comments. Write to me at Rim4you@webtv.net