`STEVE NEEDED TO CUM'
By Steve Kafe (aka jonnyraunch) kafe35@hotmail.com
I wrote this story for my good buddy, Kevin. He was also the inspiration for it. So KY, this is dedicated to you.
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Steve needed to cum. Real bad. He spread his thick hairy thighs apart and rubbed the edge of his hand along his 2 week-unwashed-furry-filth trench. He huffed in the stink wafting up from his rank, manly sewer-hole and watched his stiff meaty, dick twitch against his hairy belly. His hand felt the sloppy, slimy butt grime that coated his hair-crack. Nasty, stale, fat dingle-berries surrounded his swollen, stretched cunthole. He was feeling so horny he even thought of visiting the local whorehouse in the logging town where he lived. Problem is, Steve is a life-long cock- sucker. As well as a depraved, perverted raunch-pig. So there was no way in hell he'd get his rocks off stuffing some tired old hooker with his two-week-unwashed cockmeat.
Thinking about his stinkin' crotch he felt a wave of gratitude that his parents hadn't circumcised him, since over the years he'd developed a real taste for eating his stud-smeg and tongue-cleaning the slimy cock gloves of other uncut men. The heady stink he was breathing in now was a combination of fermenting knob-cheddar, a week old unwiped shithole and a hairy body unshowered for the last 10 days. All that PLUS a shit smeared fuck-pole he'd been painting with his turd grime every couple of days when he wanked his meat.
You see, Steve is a particular kinda pig. A turd-lickin', dump-munching scat-pig. A fuckin' hot Alaskan-shit-pig. Six feet one inch of hairy lean outdoorsman. The kinda stud you'd let dump his man-waste straight into your mouth. That is, if you're a fellow shit-pig like his internet buddy, Kevin.
Steve knew the only way he was gonna get some relief was to download the nasty email, pig photos and video his buddy Kevin promised to post him. Steve had met Kevin some years back on an internet scat site. After jacking off dozens of times to the wildly hot, filthy shit-videos Kevin had posted there, Steve thought, he outta introduce himself to Kev. He started sending Kevin filthy boner-making messages on the site. Telling Kev how much he fantasied being under his rimchair eating out his filthy shithole. Or how he wanted to bury his face inside Kev's disgusting turd filled underwear. Or how once he got on all fours while watching one of Kev's depraved videos and shoved his own turd packed jock pouch into his toilet mouth wishing it was Kev's shit he was chewing on.
For his part, Kevin replied with even filthier messages. Fucking finally', Steve thought, I've met my match'. For Steve, it was love-at-first-wank. He found Kev's sick, perveted messages of shit-lust so boner-making, he jerked his uncut, cheesy cock raw reading them over and over. Soon the two of them moved onto email exchanges and the filth continued and flourished.
Steve couldn't bear it any longer and hopped into his pick-up truck and headed to the local pub. It was a spit and sawdust type of bar frequented by muscular, hairy loggers and burly construction workers with hard, round, ball-bellies. For the most part, these manly men were dye-in-the-wool heteros. But Steve knew from experience that a few of them - after a heavy night's drinking - wouldn't turn down a suck & fuck session with another man. So long as it wasn't ever talked about later.
Steve headed to the pub and the computer/internet connection the owner let his regular customers use. This was the only way he was able to read his buddy Kev's emails. Steve parked his truck in the empty back-lot and headed round front. Mack the pub owner, greeted Steve with a huge smile and a hearty baritone, Watsup, buddy?'
Mack was a big, husky fellow. And handsome to boot. Played hockey as a young man and now in his mid-forties runs the local logger bar in a remote part of the state. Mack had figured in dozens of Steve's jack-off fantasies over the past couple of years. Inside Steve's head the scene ran pretty much like this: Mack squats over Steve's face and pulls apart his hairy man-trench while Steve drills his shit packed hole with his probing pig tongue. The fantasy culminates in Mack dumping his man-waste straight into Steve's gaping sewer mouth. The fantasy ends there, with Steve busting his nut imagining Mack's stinking stud-fudge spilling outta his toilet mouth-hole and down his bearded chin.
`Doin' fine, Mack', Steve replied, dragging himself back from his scat fantasy. Steve wasn't the least bit concerned he was sporting a wet patch through his jeans. He'd been dripping cock-snot ever since he got in his truck and headed out to the pub.
Lemme have a beer, Mack', Steve said. He paid for his drink and continued, Gonna head into the back area buddy, and use the internet, if that's OK?'
Sure man', Mack replied, pretty quiet tonight. Go right back there, nobody using it.'
Steve walked past the bar into a dimly lit cluttered store-room with its single darkened window, a chair, a small desk supporting a wide screen computer and a back door leading to the parking lot outside. There was a small lamp on the table, but otherwise the room was fairly dark. Suited Steve to a tee. Seems only Mack used the computer and it was very rare for anyone to wander in. The computer was on, so he stuck his memory stick into the slot `cause he wanted to download whatever Kevin had sent him in his latest email.
Steve logged into his hotmail account and sure enough there was an email from Kevin. Opening up Kev's email Steve started reading:
Hey Steve
Your last scat story got me so fukin' worked up I reached for my fat rubber buttplug and fucked my packed dumphole raw while reading over and over those hot shit scenes you wrote about. I was banging the slop outta my sewer-hole and smelling its awesome manstink while runny ass-slime and turd juice oozed outta my turd-tube down my thighs and all over the fukin' floor. I scooped up a handful of warm sludge and smeared it across my chest and hard, dripping, cheesy fuckpole. I licked the pasty shit-smears off the rubber dongmeat wishing it was your filthy dildo, mate. Wiping its stinking sloppy filth over my beard, mouth and face I took a pic of me eating shit off the black buttplug and attached it to this email along with a video of me in my leathers. Hope it gets you off buddy, `cause I was thinking of you when I pushed my tongue into those pasty clumps of dump-waste.
Steve felt his slimy, meat pressing against the inside of his jeans. He unbuttoned his filthy trousers and yanked out his stinking cockmeat and began a slow jerk. Kevin's email was beginning to bone Steve's meat to the max and he wanted to settle back and enjoy his pig session. He was so engrossed in reading that he didn't hear the footsteps of an approaching intruder.
Unsuspectingly, Steve returned to Kev's email:
...fuck yeah buddy, I let loose with a wet, slop-spitting fart and took its stink into my pig lungs, swallowing the foul, sharp turd-gas. I breathed in my shit stink and wished you were here so I could eat your fucking slime turds. If ya were, I'd cup my hands under your gaping, hairy cunthole and collect half a pound of the stud-shit you'd push out. I'd paint my face, neck, and chest with your nasty runny slime load. My beard'd be caked in your rotting bowel-waste. I'd stick my shitty hair-chin into your open suckhole and you'd eat lumps of your stinking, foul pig-dump off my turd dripping biker beard. You'd take my face between your hands and spit shit drool into my open sewer mouth. Then we'd get back to cleaning...
By now Steve was fingering his damp, packed shithole as he read Kevin's filthy, scat-rap. He felt his warm, pasty, turd fudge packing his log tunnel. Just as he withdrew his brown coated finger he looked up at the darkened window to his right and was startled to see his buddy Rocco's reflection gazing at the computer screen, eyes intently glued to it and rubbing his greasy crotch.
In that moment Steve realised Rocco had been standing behind him for some time reading Kev's email, too. And even weirder, Rocco seemed to be getting off on Kevin's filthy narrative by the size of his bulge reflected in the blackened window. Steve was sure Rocco didn't realise he saw him reflected in the glass. So he thought, `let's see where this leads'. He returned to fingering his slimy, stinking manhole and began downloading the pics Kevin attached to his email. Fuck they were nasty. Filthy pig pics of Kev's cheesy fuck stick, of his swollen turd-smeared pig-cunt, of his scum briefs loaded with butt slop and yeah, there was the pic of Kevin licking shit off a dildo. Fuckin' hot.
By now Rocco had yanked out his 9'' Italian sausage and was stroking it real slow. To Steve who watched him in the window, Rocco looked like he was in his own private pig-space getting off on Kevin's filth and oblivious to Steve's furtive glances toward the window. This was really getting Steve excited. Knowing that the hottest, hairiest and most muscular logger at the mill was slow jacking his hooded meat, drove Steve into overdrive. He plunged 4 fingers up his sloppy shithole and painted `em brown with his turd dump.
Steve just pretended he was in the room alone and continued collecting sewer-slop from his rectum and smeared his cock with the foul man-filth as he slow-jacked to Kev's nasty pics. Meanwhile Rocco gripped his massive hairy schlong in both hands and let loose a stream of piss. He aimed the torrent on his dirty work boots. A pool of urine collected around his feet, yet he seemed not to care and appeared oblivious to Steve's presence. Rocco had a loose, sloppy foreskin that hung a couple inches off his knob-head. Big wet gobs of yellowish white head-cheese oozed from the piss-dripping, wrinkled snout of his stinking, Italian cock-hood. The rancid cheese stink of Rocco's stud-meat was pure man.
Steve caught Rocco's image in the darkened window and nearly came watching his work-mate unload his bladder just six feet behind where he sat at the computer. Steve yielded to Rocco's enveloping cock aroma and the enfolding escalation of the raunch scene both men were `secretly' participating in. He decided to up the ante and opened his bowels, filling the seat of his jeans with a thick pile of soft rank shit. The heady stench of man-mud overtook Rocco's rancid head-cheese as the room became saturated with the intimate toilet stink of two raunch-crazed men pretending they were each alone.
Throwing caution to the wind, Steve stripped off his jeans and laid them on the desk so that they were in Rocco's line of vision. Then he sat back and began slowing edging his shit-coated cock to his buddy Kev's filthy pics. Steve watched in the window to see Rocco look over at the fresh shit load in his jeans and saw him drooling. Rocco was beside himself. He stuck his thick hairy finger under his slimy cock-glove and scraped out a foul looking lump of dick cheese then rubbed it over his tongue. At the same time he felt his asshole begin to relax. For his part, Steve spread his thighs far enough apart to ensure his hooded cock and low-hangin' balls were within Rocco's line of view. Rocco saw Steve's nuts were covered in shit and he felt his own furry ass open up. Then Rocco walked the few feet from behind Steve to where he sat at the computer.
Without acknowledging Steve, Rocco stared at the shit loaded jeans on the desk and opened his hairy sweaty ass completely and felt his filthy, jeans fill with fresh soft rank shit. Steve watched the outline of the shitload forming around Rocco's big, meaty ass, then watched the stain of Rocco's shit spread across the back of his butt hugging jeans.
Rocco bent sideways to unlace his boots, giving Steve a mouth-watering close-up of his shit filled jeans. Removing his boots he then pulled off his jeans and put them on the floor next to Steve's chair. Steve looked down and saw the shitload in Rocco's jeans; both men driven wild by their collective denial of what was happening. Just two work-buddies lookin' at some dirty pics, that's all. Like nothing was happening, Steve enlarged another one of Kevin's scat pics. This one had Kev in a pair of shit stained briefs and a turd slimed cigar in his toilet mouth. Then another one of Kevin getting his shit smeared ass eaten by a hairy beefy biker in dirty leathers and sucking off a skinhead lad in a shit stained pair of ratty jeans.
Steve and Rocco stroked slowly as each man watched one another out of the corner of their eye. Steve had smeared shit on his cock and Rocco looked over and decided to do the same. Without any words exchanged Steve changed the tempo and clicked on the video Kevin attached to the email. This one had Kevin dressed in leather trousers, long boots and a filthy wifebeater smearing shit from a bucket all over his clothes.
Rocco was driven wild by Kev's manly, controlled depravity. He turned round to display his shit covered ass to Steve. In turn Steve scooped up a handful of shit from Rocco's jeans and smeared the hot Italian's dump-waste all over his furry sweaty muscular chest and bearded face. Rocco turned round and saw the toilet Steve had turned himself into. Steve got up from his chair then bent over to pick up Rocco's shit filled jeans. As he did his ass spread and Rocco watched it open up and begin to push out a fresh man turd, Rocco couldn't take it anymore, dropped to his knees and buried his face in Steve's filthy ass and began devouring his butt-load. Steve pressed Rocco's jeans to his face and began to lick the fresh ass load piled in there. At the same time Steve opened his bladder to let a small load of piss shoot out. Rocco took the cue and got up from eating Steve's shit and went around to his front and began to clean Steve's filthy foreskin.
Rocco pulled back the hood and shoved his fingers in and pulled apart the opening. It stretched easily like some filthy elastic. At first Rocco just shoved his snout in there and huffed in the raw smeg-stink that saturated the sides of Steve's manly cheese-hood. The rancid stink of smegma was pure man. Unable to resist any longer Rocco plunged his tongue into the slimy wet cock-glove and lapped up the cheesy putrid dick slime that coated the inside of Steve's scum-sleeve. Like a fucking cheese-hound Rocco scooped tongue-fulls of Steve's cock filth into his latrine mouth-hole. He used his tongue to spread the thick slimy smeg curds onto the turd stained roof of his toilet mouth. The stench from the dirty cock smeared with his own shit drove him wild.
With his dirty cock stuffed down Rocco's throat Steve let out a stream of rank salty yellow piss. It flooded Rocco's toilet mouth as Steve twisted his thick engorged nipples. Steve grabbed shit from his hairy dirty ass crack and smeared it all over Rocco's cock-suckin'-face. Steve went wild with the stink. He pulled Rocco up, tuned him `round and bent him over. With shit-crazed hunger he pushed his face into the muscular Italian's filthy shit filled fur crack.
A half-smoked cigar rested in an ashtray next to the computer. One Mack had left there. Rocco picked it up with his manly paw and lit it while Steve ate his ass. Both pigs went wild from the heavy gar fumes. Rocco opened his hairy asshole and pushed out the softer shit that was waiting to be unloaded. It filled Steve's sewer mouth, over-flowed down his goateed chin, yet shit-starved Steve continued to eat from the dirty Italian's hairy dumphole. Rocco stroked his fat stinkin' uncut sausage and smoked while the hungry shit-pig, Steve, sucked his turd cavern. Rocco's dense smoky exhalations filled the room. The manly aroma of gar and scat-dump drove both men wild with shit lust. Rocco farted an acrid gas blast and continued pushing his stinking stud-waste into Steve's begging mouth. Steve opened his throat to let the rancid contents of his shit filled latrine mouth slide down into his expanding belly. He sucked the fresh warm brown shit from Rocco's sloppy cunt like a man eating his last meal.
Mouth and face dripping with shit, Steve stood up and put his raging boner into the shit filled ass crack of the cigar-smoking-hairy-muscular-lumberjack bent over before him. He rammed deep into Rocco's shit load and began to pump furiously. Steve's legs began to shake as his cum load shot deep into Rocco's shit filled rectum. Steve pulled his brown muddied cock outta Rocco's turd tunnel and dropped to his knees. Rocco pulled apart his shit covered fur-trench offering Steve his cum filled ass. Steve put his lips up to the dripping gaping cunthole and began to suck his cum mixed with man shit into his mouth.
Rocco turned `round, grabbed Steve by the shoulders and pulled him up. He put his mouth to Steve's and using his filthy tongue scooped out a pile of shit and jizz. Chewing on the stud-sewerage he just tongued outta Steve's toilet mouth, Rocco started jerking his shit covered cock. He tasted Steve's shit-spunk combo which filled his toilet mouth, gradually flowing down his pig throat. Hungrily he swallowed while pounding his engorged shit cock furiously. Suddenly his spasms began and he shot thick creamy man cum all over the floor.
For the first time that night the two shitpigs faced one another straight on. A brief smile crossed Rocco's bearded totally covered shit face. Then he picked up his filthy shitty jeans and boots and made his way out through the back door into the parking lot.
Steve heard Rocco's truck start up and head out. Not sure what to make of what just happened, Steve was certain of one thing. `Gotta remember to send that fucking hot pervert Kevin a thank you note in the morning.'