On a chaise lounge off to the side two guys were fucking up a storm. A redhead laying down had his legs spread while a pretty dark-harded boy was sitting on him, bouncing his ass up and down on his thick cock. Occasionally he'd bend over and they'd kiss. That position gave the third guy--a blonde kneeling on the deck--plenty of opportunity to play around. He was fondling the redhead's balls and stroking his cock...even licking his prick as it stroked in and out of the hungry asshole sliding along the fat shaft. He obviously loved the taste and smell of it, because several times he snapped the cock out, sucked on it, then stuck it back up the gaping asshole!
The top guy had a cock long enough that the redhead was able to lean over and suck on it. He was able to blow and screw the guy at the same time. That excited them both even more and soon he was blasting a thick load into the amber-haired guy's mouth.
After getting it all, the redhead threw his head back and gulped the jizz down as he shot a hoseful of cum up the other fellow's butt.
When the dark-haired guy hopped off, the blonde went down on the redhead's big prick and cleaned if off. He lapped up the cum and assjuices and carefully sucked on the particularly- grungy knob. Apparently it wasn't as sensitive as you'd expect, because the redhead allowed him to suck on it all he wanted... in fact, it never went soft. No wonder, then, that the blonde was soon straddled over it, stuffing it up his own asshole.
Like a carnival ride, the redhead proceeded to drub the next horny rider. He couldn't reach close enough to suck it, but he jacked it until the blond took over and jerked a big load over his face and into his open mouth. This time the redhead didn't come up his ass. Instead, he licked the cum off his lips while he forced the guy's head down to clean his slimy prick again.
The blond wasn't in any need of persuasion, however. He shamelessly lapped up his own assjuices and shit streaks and blew the pretty redhead to another thunderous orgasm.
Activities were taking place all over.
Near the bushes were two of the youngest boys. One was crouched down giving the other a blowjob.
"Yeah, Barry, suck that muther. Isn't this great?"
Barry looked up. "Sure better than when my Mom caught us!"
Another cute young blonde noticed a naked guy sitting on a 4 ft. garden wall staring at him. He wondered why he hadn't seen the stud before, he wasn't the type he would have missed. And when the guy came toward him, his heart started pumping faster.
"Hi. You wanna make it with me," the guy asked seductively.
"Great. Uh, stick your tongue out for a second, willya. As far as you can. Fantastic. Why don't you lay down on that mat over there."
The blonde did, expecting to sixty-nine. He was wrong, but not disappointed.
"Okay," the guy said, squatting over his face, "I want to feel you lick my asshole first."
The blonde wasn't adverse to doing that with the guy at all. So when that pretty ass came down and that hairy crack split apart, he was ready. Then he started having some misgivings when he smelled it. By then it was firmly pressed against his mouth. He'd licked dirtier ones on rare occasions, but he was rather surprised that a guy would come to a party unwashed...especially jumping into an orgy like that.
"Ah, yeah, do it. That tongue reals righteous, man. Lick that fucker. Oooh, lick it all over. That's great. Ah. Now ram your tongue up there and lick it out. Oh yes! That's wild. Clean that fucker out for me, dude. Wash it out!"
The kid put his mouth and tongue to work, sucking the hairy asshole and sloshing the insides out. Maybe it wasn't so fresh. Maybe it was downright raunchy. But it turned him on hearing how it was turning the guy on, and he hoped it might make the stud want to get fucked. Otherwise, he was more than willing to throw his own legs in the air.
Suddenly, the guy climbed off.
"Thanks, dude, that was trippy. You really dug that stinky shithole, didn't you? Well, see you around."
"What? Hey, where you going? What gives?"
The stud knelt down and whispered. "Sorry, pal. I'm not a faggot. I was checking things out through a crack in the fence and wanted to see if a queer would eat my dirty ass. Hey, no offense, it felt great, but I gotta split before they catch me."
"Wait. Nobody's gonna care."
"Well, I don't do it any more, but when I was younger I used to see the owners and call them dirty names and yell out insults. They don't wanna see me around here."
"Damn! I wanted to eat you out some more and let you fuck me."
"Even after the dirty trick I pulled? I knew my crack was grungy. That's what made it all the more exciting."
"Uh, for me too!" the blonde blushed.
"Hmm. Say, if you wanna slip over the back fence, I've got a couple of buddies over there that could sure use taking care of. Wanna do some horny straights dudes? Can't guarantee the state their bungholes might be in, but probably not any worse than mine. That's not a promise, though. One guy's really good- looking but he's a real slob."
"Sounds neat. I didn't mind licking your smelly hole because you're hot, so I guess I wouldn't mind licking his. Besides, a guy will go further than usual when he gets to do a straight guy. Can I come over naked?"
"Sure. I did. Let's go blow their minds. Then you can blow all three of us. Guess you'd better eat our asses first so we don't come too quick. I wanna fuck you, they might want to try porking a dude up the ole turdhole, too. Come on!"
They casually walked to the back of the yard.
"Hold on a minute," the guy stopped.
"Lemme check this out a second."
Nearby a guy had another fellow doubled over, kneeling there lapping away at the spread open asscrack, giving him a tongue bath. One of the guys nearby was watching with interest and definitely excited.
"Yeah, eat 'em, Marty! Aw, fuck, that's just the kind of butt I love to bury my own face in. Nice tight buns and nasty line of fur up his crack. Looks yummy. I go nuts over butts like that when they're hot and sweaty and really stink after a hard day. Remember when they built the bank? Used to sneak in back and do construction workers. Six or seven of 'em used to amble on back and let me eat them out and blow 'em. I didn't make no bones about it, either. I told 'em any way at all. I like 'em wet and stinky, and shit around the hole wouldn't bother me in the least. They believed me, and many times I'd be back there with a big shitty ass being pushed in my face while I happily lapped their crap off!"
"God, Charlie, you gotta be blatant? We know you're a total pig, why broadcast it?"
"Turns me on. Besides, a lewd reputation sometimes gets surprising results. Couple times guys have come up to me saying they'd always wanted to watch somebody eat them out when their assholes were filthy...would I be interested? Fuckin' A I was!"
The stud snarled in a low hiss, "Now, that's the kind of faggot that gives the rest of you a bad rep."
"Isn't that the truth!" the blonde chuckled, then sarcastically added, "That's why you're dragging me home to finish cleaning your dirty butthole out."
"Okay, okay. I guess it's just a matter of...heh, I don't wanna say taste.
"You straight guys are such hypocrites. Everything's sick and perverted...until you're horny. Then it's a different story. I suppose the hose games over there must really turn you off."
He was referring to the two guys on the other side of the pool taking turns sticking the hose up each other buttholes then squirting the water out of their assholes while the guys in the pool laughed and opened their mouths.
"Jezzus! I just hope they didn't do that in the pool on the first couple of loads!"
"If they did, I missed it."
"But you wouldn't be surprised, would you? Heh. Actually, it looks like a lot of fun, but only you queers would have the balls to actually do something like that."
"Say, how much time have you spent peeking over the fence, anyway?"
"Lots. Alright, it turns me on. But don't tell my buddies, okay? Come on."
He had the blonde wait in the kitchen. "Now, don't mind how I talk. You know, image and all...high school boys?" Then he winked and walked into the living room, coughing.
"Hey, Brad, done peeking at the queers already?"
"Gives him a boner, I bet. Hey, how come you're fucking naked?!"
"Yeah, just cause that faggot shit turns you on, don't look at us!"
Brad reached back and pulled the naked blonde around the doorway.
"Men, I went shopping and brought us home a cocksucker. Glenn said he was bored over there blowing a bunch of fags and would love to come over and service real men."
They gaped in shock at the naked guy...and his half-hard cock hanging there.
"Jezzus! Are you serious?"
"I think he's finally lost his marbles. What're we supposed to do with him?"
"Nothing, dudes. He's gonna do it to us. All we gotta do is lay back and them him take care of us. Don't tell me you two horny bungholes are gonna turn down a blowjob from a pro? And he loves sucking assholes! Licked the shit off mine and tongued me out like a bowery madam. Ever had your shitholes licked, fellas? Ever felt a tongue up your rump giving you a roto- rooter? He's ready, just as soon as you take your pants off and bend over. Kneel on the edge of the couch and show him your smelly cracks. It'll give him a boner and make his tongue flick in anticipation. Come on, you pussy wimps, we got a punk ready to let us use him. We can even fuck him up the ass. Hell, even after that he'll still blow it while the next cock's shoved up his hole!"
"WELL, ALRIGHT. THAT'S A DIFFERENT STORY!"
They quickly stripped and knelt in position. Surveying the two naked butts being shown off, Brad voiced his own opinion on the dual sight of his best buddies' hairy asses.
"Dan's looks bad enough, but that's just fucking gross! Oh, Christ, Tony, you oughta never spread your cheeks open in front of anybody that isn't blind. That's repulsive! You ever wipe your ass?"
"Uh, sure. I think I did. What the hell's wrong with my ass?"
"Nothing wrong with your hairy ass besides being as big as the caboose of a train. It's all those greasy black curls down your crack and that huge crinkled ball of flesh in the middle that looks like a bunch of hemorrhoids in a circle with crap pockets. It's up to you, kid, you sucked mine. But that sure looks like it's gonna stink a whole lot worse!"
"A-actually," Glenn softly muttered, "it kinda turns me on. I sorta like it when they're kinda ugly and obscene-looking... and a little smelly. Guess I'm weird."
"Nope, just queer. Tony, clamp that reeking pit closed so it don't air out too much. Our guest likes 'em ripe, so save that horrendous aroma and watch him tongue the fuck out of Dan's rearend first."
Dan chuckled and wiggled his butt. "Yeh! Always wanted a slave. Show me what it feels like when you fags suck each other's shitholes. Show me how you dig my taste and wish I'd just taken a shit! Um, he ain't gonna split if I say something that hurts his feelings, is he?"
"Naw. I promised no rough stuff, but you can say what you want. He's a cocksucking fag that takes prick up the ass and licks shitty turdholes. You couldn't offend him unless you said he did a lousy job! Uh, you are good on the blowers, aren't you, kid? We're all jocks, so a lot of our brain matter ended up in our pants. We got heavy meat."
"As long as I control it, I'm good at taking guys down to the balls. I just can't handle somebody trying to fuck my throat like a cunt."
"Your way, man, you're providing the service in this whorehouse," Dan promised.
"Okay, Glenn. They're all yours."
Glenn wasted no time getting down behind Dan and poking his nose up there. He sniffed around Dan's asshole and rubbed his nose over it and up the crease of his cheeks. His tongue soon followed the trail and he began to lap the guy's sticky crack all the way from top to bottom."
"Mmm, that feels kinda neat," Dan squirmed.
"He's just taking in your gamey odor and licking the grease from between your buns. Wait'll he starts to suck your hole. Yeah, there he goes. Suckin' right on that nasty old doorway to your turd cabinet, wondering how soon it'll spring open and do something naughty that nobody ever gets to watch cause it's so disgusting you do it in secret and even feel guilty if you look down and check it out yourself. Bullshit. I'll bet you look your turds over every time, doncha, Dan? 'Oooh, that's a good one. Aw, yesterday's was bigger and chunkier...a real beauty."
"Shut up, Brad. We don't want to hear your own fantasies. Man, did my cock get hard fast. This is great, lemme enjoy it. What's he...? AH! HE'S GOT HIS TONGUE UP MY HOLE! Unh huh, do that, man, pry it right open. Here, I'll help. Get in there all the way. Oooh, eat me!"
"That's wild!" Tony cried, his neck twisted for a good look, staring at Glenn's mouth work. "Never seen anybody actually suck on an asshole. Sounds real sick but it sure looks hot and obscene."
"It will be sick when he sucks your ugly crapper!" Brad remarked snidely.
"Then you don't have to watch," Tony snapped back.
"Can't resist, buddy. It's like passing an accident. Might be real gory but you can't take your eyes away. You're keeping your crack squeezed tight, aren't you?"
"Yeah. But I'm gettin' a big boner waiting for my turn."
"Why don't you go ahead and switch, Glenn. You can go back to Dan later. Hell, you can suck ass back and forth all day. I'm gonna have more of that, too. But if you want Tony while he's good and ripe, now's the time."
Glenn gave Dan a big loud kiss on his asshole, then backed away. "Yeah, gimme the dirty one! I don't want to miss out on any of that hot stink. Scoot up there, Tony, and let me nuzzle into your crack and sniff it a while."
Glenn scooted over on his knees and got between Tony's outstretched legs and grabbed his pale, fuzzy buns. Then he stuffed his nose into the crease and began lewdly sniffing up and down the straight boy's reeking buttcrack. It was moist and humid in there and the pungent odor was strong enough it might stink up the whole room when he pried it open. That would all depend on whether it was from the buildup in the confined space--in which case he'd probably inhale it all himself--or if it was being emitted from something substantial like crusty shit around the boy's rim or a creamy buildup caked in the wrinkles of his anus from recently taking a shit. Either way, Glenn loved it. He always enjoyed a more challenging cleanup chore that took a long time to accomplish, but Tony's big asshole would be a delight to suck on even if it wasn't very filthy.
"God, how can he enjoy smelling that thing?" Dan cried. "I can smell it from here and he hasn't even spread it yet."
"Um, are you actually saying your shit doesn't stink, Dan?" Brad teased.
"No. I just don't keep a bunch smeared around my hole to advertise it!"
"Well, you notice whose butt the kid was most anxious to cram his face into, don't you?"
"Yeah, but he's a queer."
"Well, I guess that makes Tony's keester queer bait!"
"You fuckers are just jealous cause somebody who knows how to appreciate it is on his knees getting lots of pleasure out of it. Either that or he's one sick puppy who likes to wallow in filth, because my ass is dirty and he's sure sniffing it like a dog in heat!"
"Damn, it stinks in there!" Glenn gushed, backing off. "I could sniff you all day, Tony, but I can't wait to taste your crack and your asshairs and tongue the cheese out of your wrinkles!"
He grabbed Tony's buttocks and yanked them wide open. A gush of rancid fumes came billowing out that would have been horrendous to most people--including Tony if his face had been this close--but it was that very 'boys room vulgarness' that made it such an alluring perfume to Glenn. No longer would he deny it...to himself or others. And definitely not at the moment with such an opportunity to indulge himself. He thumbed in to spread Tony's rubbery anus open and studied it.
"Beautiful! Fat nubs, pink and brown and purple. It really does look like some kind of weird growth full of bubbling shitjuice ready to explode in your mouth like a balloon. And those are definitely streaks of fresh shit inside where it's bright pink. Nope, you didn't wipe it very good, Tony. Naughty, nasty boy. I'll check later, but I'll bet you got a bunch of poop in the seat of your pants. You're just lucky I showed up when I did, fella. Get up close, you guys, and watch your hairy-assed buddy get the shit licked from between his cheeks and his steaming rectum tongued out by a queer who loves dirty assholes because the smell makes his cock so hard he wants to lick the shit off and suck more out of the hole!"
Glenn took a deep breath, realizing he was so intoxicated and overamped he was blathering. Before he started trying to outrage them with more unnecessary smut, he quickly undertook his primary mission. Let them fend for themselves. He had a gorgeously grotesque banquet before him and he started to lick it. As he had with Dan, but with a higher degree of passion, he laved the deep, greasy gutter above and below Tony's ring. His tongue dragged up the crease, flicking around the sides, tasting every subtle change in the crude mixture of tantalizing flavors. Fresh sweat, old juices leaking from the pores, fresh shit and some tidbits that may have been a month old, lint from his skid-marked underwear, and sticky little foreign objects that clung to his asshairs. After lapping the moist crevices on each side of Tony's hanging balls, and over the back of his nuts, Glenn growled and attacked the big juicy hole itself and put his depraved exhibition into full gear.
Dan and Brad watched intently as Glenn shamelessly cleaned the perimeter of Tony's shitty asshole, nibbled the bulbous pouch of purple nodules that made up his pooch, then pried the center of attraction open once more and salaciously cleaned it out with slow, fluttering twists and probes of his born-to-the- butt stiff tongue. No question about it. Dan and Brad clearly saw the streaks of shit being slupped off and slurped out by Glenn's determined licker and drawn into his mouth to be tasted and consumed. It was the dirtiest thing they'd ever seen a guy do. Though unquestionably the little queer's mouth was full of Tony's shit flavor, the kid continued to drag as much as possible from that stinking pit by thrusting his tongue up the jock's rearend as deeply as he could and rapidly tongue-fucking it like a lizard on speed. Up the hole, into his mouth. Coat his tongue, taste what he found. Thrust and parry. He'd shove in and lick around in a circle, trying to reach every available pocket that might have some mush hding. Then he glued his mouth over the opening and sucked Tony's shithole just because it was so big and fleshy and nothing in the world was more exciting than sucking another guy's asshole! Clean or dirty, shitholes were meant to be nursed by Glenn's obsessive, loving lips.
Tony, meanwhile, was in constant awe. He was panting and stroking his throbbing, dripping cock, lost in the stratosphere of calm turbulation having a guy doing between his cheeks what no one should ever do and what he'd never imagined anyone would do! But anybody could do that sick thing to him five times a day and all Sunday! If he had the fucking money, he'd buy himself a queer and give him a cot next to the toilet!
"How's it going, Tony?" Brad finally blinked from his trance.
"Wunnerful!" Tony muttered breathlessly.
"Kid lapped the shit out of ya! Dug right in and wiped it up with his tongue and ate the streaks and chunks. It ain't filthy no more, pal. You just had your keester reamed out by a fruit that thinks your crap is fruity and delicious!"
"He's wunnerful! I'm gonna....ahh..."
Monitoring things subconsciously, Glenn was quick as a flash and ready. He ducked down and snapped Tony's fat cock and wrapped his mouth over the guy's pulsing knob just in time to catch the first deluge of boiling cream shooting from the pisshole. Several jumbo eruptions followed in quick succession as Tony bellowed and pushed his cock back between his legs so Glenn could get more of into his mouth. Glenn obliged, working his mouth up the shaft, trying to give Tony as complete a blowjob as he was able in that position, and gulping the copious spunk down his throat.
"I'd say he has a quick trigger, but who could take that treatment for long?"
"Sorta figured the kid would blow first," Brad remarked, "when that first tang of shit hit his tastebuds. Look at the fucking puddle of precum down there. His prick's been leaking like a faucet the whole time. Now that's excitement. Practic- ally a decent load and it's not even real jizz. Well, I say let's fuck him up the butt. Ole Tony's bunghole is gaping open so much we could probably fuck 'em both, Dan. One thing's certain. Whoever fucks Tony won't be getting any shit on his dick!"
"Funny," Tony scowled as he turned and sat on the couch, throwing his head back.
Glenn caressed his thighs and scooched in to lazily lap Tony's balls in a little gesture of gratitude. Then he got up and stretched, rubbing his sore knees now that he was once again aware of the world beyond Tony's valley of delight. He got a leering gleam in his eyes and lewdly licked his lips.
"That, you ignorant, pussy-whipped cretens, was yummy! Then again, if it wasn't for straight guys a poor queen like me would never find a nice stinky butt to wash out. I just wish one of you had the balls to blow me. Damn, my cock's hard. Any takers?"
"He's going into another dream state, Dan," Brad smirked. "Unless you wanna take him on. I wouldn't tell."
"Like hell you wouldn't!" Dan blurted. "Not that I want to, but I can see why a queer would. He's got a piece of meat as good as anything we've got."
"Thanks, fellas, but 'if you were a queer' doesn't help me much right now. I need what they call a man. You know, somebody fearless that knows the pleasure of going to his knees and worshipping another man without shame. There's a whole bunch of 'em next door, but I guess I'll bend over instead and treat me to some primitive male aggression so you can stay on top of things, so to speak." He grinned, enjoying the good-natured teasing.
"In faggolese, Dan, that means he wants screwed up the butt!" Brad snorted.
"Why don't I lay on the floor and Brad can fuck me while you sit on my face and I get back to that rimjob I never finished, Dan? Then you can fuck me or I'll blow you."
"Okay, but take it slow and easy on me. That shit's fantastic and you'll make me shoot a load too soon. Guess I just have an over-sensitive butthole or something."
"Great! I'm ready to fuck anything right now!" Brad cried, fisting his cock.
Glenn layed down and pulled his knees back. "Anything like this do?" He asked, pulsing his asshole in and out in blatant invitation.
"Well, I never turn down a twitching hole with hair around it," he said, kneeling down. "Except men with moustaches, maybe."
When Glenn pouted, asking, "Aren't you gonna kiss it a little first, baby?" Brad wiped his sticky head over Glenn's asshole and drove about three inches up his butt! Glenn grimaced, reminding him to take it easy at first...that wasn't a cunt he was plowing.
Brad winked devilishly. "Then don't give me any more sass, cocksucker." He slowed his entry while Glenn pulled Dan's butt down to his face and started licking it.
Glenn relaxed quickly and Brad began screwing him faster, steadily increasing his strokes until his entire prick was stuffed up the boy's rectum and the fucking bell began to ring all clear. Getting onto his toes, he soon had Glenn's legs wrapped around his back as he plowed downward into Glenn's warm, clutching depths. Brad loved the position because he wanted to slam the kid. He wanted to fuck the little queer's ass off the moment he realized Glenn was humping back, just as hungry for Brad's meat. The only drawback was that Brad had to twist his head to the side because straight on brought him in too close proximity to Dan's stiff boner inches away. Any real cocksucker fucking in that situation would be down on that cock in a flash, blowing his buddy while he gets a buttwash. But Brad wasn't a cocksucker. He was a straight dude who just happened to be fucking another guy up the asshole, letting a guy suck his dick, and letting a guy eat his ass. The way his prick was feeling up that silky tightness, he truly wondered if a stranger was sitting on the kid's face at the moment, would he still be as adamant or would he go down, down, down?
Dan was oblivious. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed, enjoying the sensation of that wet tongue lazily flicking about between his cheeks and probing into the confines of that sensitive portal hitherto reserved for flushing his turds. The realization that Glenn was so entranced with doing it precisely because it was his turdhole, resulted in a constant barage of tiny electrical shivers of forbidden lust coarsing through his naked body. He rather wished his asshole had been as grungy as Tony's, intrigued to know whether the weird little faggot would find his shit as enticing...or maybe even go bonkers over it and demand some au natural! Butthole to mouth in one filthy extravaganza of depravity!
(Man, this gutter action is way too powerful on the senses. I gotta get those dirty ideas outta my head before I start suggesting really disgusting things we could make him do! Dan thought, trying to break his train of thought. Besides, just because the kid licks assholes that are...well, still have a little shit on them...doesn't mean he'd want a guy to do anything as gross as actually shit a turd into his mouth!) Dan suddenly hopped off and got down with his head next to Glenn's.
"I gotta know. Would you let a guy take a shit in your mouth? Are you that dirty, that you'd let a turd slide between your lips from some dude's asshole? I can't get it out of my mind and I just have to know one way or the other."
Panting from the heavy fuck he was involved in, Glenn gasped with a breathy incomplete smile, "I don't know, depends on the guy. You offering?"
"No, no! I just...I don't know, forget it. I gotta go get a drink of water."
After Dan scurried off to clear his head, Brad chuckled. As close as he was, he heard the entire exchange.
"Sounds like you've been churning my buddy's bowels a little to much down there. Gettin' heavy duty urges that'll have dung flying everywhere before long."
"Naw," Glenn giggled. "He's just overamped and overwhelmed. He's just curious how far I'd actually go. Seeing me lick a shitty asshole clean, then watching a prick up my hole and feeling me darting in and out of his rectum obviously searching for a taste of what's up there--and there's only one thing... shit. I like tasting shit and his shithole is on my mouth. Naturally he wonders what I'd do if he suddenly began to take a dump."
"What would you do? No, don't tell me. I don't want to know. If you do it, I don't wanna see it. If you never have, I don't have a doubt in the world that you will some day."
"Fuck me, Brad! Drive that big prick up my ass and fill my guts with gallons of hot balljuice! Then Dan can climb on and take his mind off big steaming turds shitting into my mouth and concentrate on normal stiff prick screwing the daylights out of fag slutboy."
Within a minute they were both moaning and groaning, humping in furious unison, Brad slamming his cock viciously into Glenn's totally receptive cockpit. Even Tony was alert and over his exhaustion, watching them as his prick began to slowly rise again. Dan walked in just as they bellowed out their mutual climax and slowly wound down as their passion subsided, leaving them dripping sweat and gasping.
"Sounds like somebody sure got their rocks on this block!" Dan chuckled, his fist stroking the overworked erection still at peak engorgement.
"You're in the saddle, pal," Brad said to him. "Trust me, he's a better piece of ass than 80% of the cunts I've fucked. Sloppy seconds don't mean a thing. He can clamp those muscles around a joint and milk it 'til your teeth chatter."
"I'm a little creaky in the joints," Glenn complained, turning over. "Lemme get on all fours, if that's okay with you, Dan."
"Sure. You don't need a rest? You just unloaded. I'm rarin' to go, but you're too cool a dude for us overdo taking advantage of you."
"Naw, shove it up my ass, man. Brad and Tony had ball- shattering comes, and you need one real bad before you cream your knuckles. My asshole's probably stretched so wide from that porking you can slide right in before my muscles snap back into place. Besides, I love it. Once took four guys in succession, and came each time. Of course, all those other queers that kept coming over and sitting on my mouth the entire time helped a little."
Dan eagerly got behind Glenn's butt and looked at his asshole. It was cherry red and puffed up, and it definitely had an open, drafty look to it. Aiming carefully, Dan shoved his prick into the dark interior and easily sailed free. His nuts were nuzzling Glenn's hanging balls before he felt the clench of silky anal flesh wrap around his shaft and say Howdy!
Glenn glanced up seeing Brad patiently kneeling there with his slimy cock at half-hang and a gleam in his eye. Oh yes, that's right. "Fuck my hole, Dan. Fuck it as slow or fast as you want. Bang the crap out of me if you're borderline, or pump my sloshy rump for the next hour. My ass is yours to use, man. But if it'll turn your stomach or make your nuts instantly crack, look away, because I have a prior obligation to perform and it'll only make my juicy bung all the more eager to have you stuffing it."
With that, Brad scooted up until his slagging cock was brushing over Glenn's lips. He had a prick to clean, and damned if the fucker didn't smell delectable! There's always a bunghole among bungholes that refreshes without fail. No amount of fatigue or sated libido can contend with the recuperative powers of Glenn's own essence. The smell he was inhaling rushed to his brain. His cock began to instantly fill with pulsing blood as the aroma he adored above all wafted up his nostrils. Never, in all his couplings or sessions of group debauchery, had he hesitated for a second when confronted face to face with a cock freshly withdraw from his own rectum. Slick or caked in filth, he always accepted a prick he'd been fuck by...into his mouth to be sucked, licked, and thoroughly cleaned. A monstrous glob of his creamy shit is the closest he's come to eating a turd, but he has absolutely no qualms about mouthing his own shit from a guy's cock. Yeah, he eats it. He eats it, and he loves doing it. And he loves having an audience watching him!
Brad's cock was cum drenched and covered with slimy juice from his rectum. There was some shit on the knob and more beneath the ridge. What you might describe as decently respect- able for a guy to suck on from anybody's asshole, Glenn savored the bittersweet sourness and zesty tang his rectum produced in abundance. He gripped Brad's shaft with two fingers at the base and lifted it so the man could observe every obscene lap his tongue took along the sticky shaft, and every smooching movement his mouth made as the cheesy flecks and brown shit were kissed off the knob and dragged from the most reliable, unfailing spot for hidden treasure...the natural shit-capturing ridge under the cockhead.
It was understandable that Glenn had a special attraction to guys with fat, bulbous cock knobs. Not only were they suckable delights, but loyal confederates in the quest to supply a wonderful stuffing fuck while doubling as a magnifi- cent collector of deeply entrenched goodness from upper colon to Glenn's lips and back down again. And how those guys get a charge out of watching him scoop that crap out from beneath and swallow it down with wanton, unbridled depravity! Lots of guys eat out dirty assholes, and more than a few will gladly take a man's turd into his mouth, but there's something extra filthy watching a cock-sucker eating his own shit from your prick with shameless adoration!
"That's it, dirty boy," Brad patted him on the head, "clean that stinking meat. Hot little queer has another big cock up his ass while he eats the shit off the first one. Then he's gonna beg for the second one the moment it slides out of his cum-filled cock hotel and suck it madly, desperately, hoping it brought something nasty up from the basement--something real nasty and brown and stinking. The stuff he makes special peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with when nobody's looking!"
"Jezzus, Brad!" Tony scowled, admonishing him. He'd been standing there since Brad's cock first went to Glenn's lips. He wanted to see him clean it off. "Sometimes I think you're more disgusting than he is!"
"Picturing him shitting on a piece of bread doesn't tickle your sense of humor, hunh?"
"It does mine," Dan surprisingly interjected with a contented smile as he tossed his head around dreamily with his eyes closed, swaying to the rush of sensations flowing from the head of his cock up through his entire body as he sensuously shafted Glenn's smooth membranes and felt the intense heat of the rectal furnace tingling and massaging his shaft more intimately than any orifice had ever done. Part of his silly, detached grin was the enjoyable fantasy he was allowing himself to indulge in. The image of his cock rummaging around Glenn's rectum, undulating against the fleshy, living pinkness as it moved aside when he penetrated and tightened while retreating to keep a possessive, loving grip on his cock--pleading for a quick return. But the naughty image he allowed with secret glee was watching his cock at full penetration sliding along and pushing into Glenn's deeply situated pocket of warm, sensuous, creamy shit. Soothing his knob. Heating it. Making it stink and trying to cling on...some of the juices going into Dan's pores. All taking place in hidden secrecy...all purposely planned by Dan's brain with full knowledge of his perverted desires with no moral judgment involved. Even his shit contains intuitive knowledge that a visitor has come to be pleasured and soothed and coaxed into acting as a carrier to take the edge off a craving addiction that will not abate and must be fed. He chuckled aloud at the preposterous image of little turdballs carrying tiny suitcases as they hop onto his prick and cling tightly for the ride out. Yeah, they're causing all that tingling! Little turdballs digging their nails into my shaft and hanging on!
"You gonna rearend him all day, Danny?" Brad nudged his shoulder.
"H-hunh? Oh. Wow. I can't believe I still haven't come. Is it just me, queers in general, or does this kid have a magic asscunt or something? I don't wanna start blowing cocks or anything, but I could fuck Glenn every day and never miss pussy one bit."
"He's just a queer with an asshole, buddy. Okay, maybe a special queer with an asshole that's got a little magic. Alright, maybe even..."
"WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON HERE?" Somebody bellowed from the doorway. Startled, they all turned to see two big guys with real angry expressions. One had a gun!
"Hey, dudes!" Brad gushed pleasantly once he recognized who they were.
"Brad, you little turd, what the fuck's going on? Somebody said they saw you going over the back fence. What'd you fuckers do, drag him over here for a gang rape? Glenn, you okay, man?"
Glenn nodded, with a relieved smile. Dan was frozen on the spot...his cock still buried up Glenn's butthole, also frozen into rigidity.
"Glenn's perfectly delirious, as you can see, neighbors," Glenn chuckled. "He has a nice big cock up his asshole and a delightfully expressive huge grin on his satisfied puss. Is that the picture of tortured abuse, or a happy homo getting his every wish fulfilled?"
"Don't smart off, you prick. I'm too damned worked up for anything but straight explanations."
"Hmmm. Straight explanations, hunh? You would recognize something straight if you came across it, right? I mean, considering..."
The growing anger on the guy's face was quickly dissolved by the sound of Glenn's uproarious laughter. He, more than any of them, could see the absurdity of the situation and was too amused to break it up until absolutely necessary. But he couldn't control his outburst any longer. He giggled and added, "Keep fucking me, Dan. Let them work it out. We got business to cum-clude. Jigger me innards, matey!"
Cautiously approaching the men when the one guy let out an exasperated sigh and his body visibly untensed, Brad stopped halfway because he was unable to control the impulse for one last wisecrack and he didn't care to be too close.
"So, guys, how do you like my cock?" He gave them a huge grin, then quickly got serious just in case. "Listen, I know I've been a real prick to you guys all these years, and I sincerely regret it. I had no right, no reason, no excuse except that I'm a loud-mouthed asshole who can't think for himself so he goes with the crowd. But I hope you've noticed I haven't pulled that shit in well over a year. I don't expect your forgiveness, but I'd like a truce. This..." he turned and waved his arm toward the three naked guys, two in oblivious rut, since Glenn was not alarmed and Dan was too hot not to take his word for it, "is all my fault. But it's all fun and games. I got turned on peeking through the fence at all the butt-fucking and cocklicking and snuck over buck naked just to see if I could get this one nasty fucking kid to lick out my asshole. I sat on his face then I brought him home and he's been happier than a pig in shit doing me and my buddies... blowing, fucking, eating out dirty assholes. Well, you know him better than we do. Does that sound like it'd be rape or Disneyland to Glenn?"
"Glenn, you little slut! When we realized how long you'd been gone we panicked. And here you are peddling your itchy ass to all the neighbor boys, teaching them filthy things and making them crazy. Dammit, boy, you know how easy it is to turn a straight boy's head. Brad, it's good we got here in time. Say what you want, but two more hours and you fellows would have cocks in your mouths and shootin' your third or fourth loads."
"Dream on, Bozo!" Brad snorted. "I don't go that easy. Woulda taken him well into tomorrow afternoon before I ever sucked a guy's dick!"
That broke the ice and made everyone laugh.
"Hey, come in the kitchen and I'll get you guys a beer while they finish their butthole boning in peace. Come on, Tony. Aw, forget your fuckin' clothes. Who cares? Hey, Peterson, you never did say whether you like my cock."
With a big grin, his neighbor said, "Very nice. Very suckable. Actually, though, I've been eyeing your cute butt all these years."
"Well, buddy, here's the straight talk. It's available, but presently restricted to tongue action. However, in any range of flavor you might prefer. Glenn, as you might guess, had the Deluxe with everything on it...and that's what enticed him over the wall."
"Yeah, and he licked my ass inside and out and it was all shitty!" Tony blurted.
"Bet you tossed your marbles over that, didn't you?"
Tony sheepishly nodded. The man with the gun brazenly got behind Tony and pulled his buttcheek open and whistled. "Absolutely perfect for a dungheap, Al. Add shit to this crack and you got one mighty powerful stud!"
"Uh, yeah, Glenn said I sure stunk, alright," Tony giggled, "just before he licked it."
"I'm sure. But what I meant was real power. Seductive power. Shit on an asshole so incredibly gross as yours to start with, and you can have any man with those tendencies at your fucking mercy. Guys would fucking marry you, buy you yachts, just to have that keester to come home to and bury their tired faces in for relaxation. Even if you keep it wiped, you've got a gold mine between your cheeks. It's not my trip, but if you wiped after taking a dump, I'd buy you a pony just to suck it once a week!"
Tony laughed. Then he half whispered, "There's no shit on it now, mister. Glenn made sure of that."
Taking the unveiled hint, the guy knelt down and buried his face up Tony's butt and licked the big repulsive-looking asshole. Smiling, Tony brazenly doubled over and let the man suck his ass as the others watched with amusement.
"Tell you what, beanpole," Al Peterson dragged Brad's attention away. "You loosen up enough to give me a handjob, and I'll rim your sweet little butt with a few more years of experience than bumboy in the other room."
"Handjob, hunh? Fist around the old meat, pumpin' up the jizz? Wouldn't have to learn much to carry that out, would I? I'll shake on that. Hope you like your bungholes ripe and hairy. Hell, for you I'll even wipe it. Oh, damn, I did say any flavor of your choice, didn't I? I guess it's up to you, then."
"You little snot. Do I look like a pussy to you? When I do a man, I take him as he is. Who the hell do you think taught Glenn everything he knows? You're dealing with the fucking coach now, asswipe! You're not old enough to produce enough grunge to disgust me. You'd have to be laying dead in a field three days to stink enough for me to hold my nose. Of all the queers on the other side of that fence, you picked the two you'll never be able to humiliate. You just take as long as you like to let your buttcrack fester and ripen, then give me a call. I'll come over here, because by then the city council probably won't let you walk the streets without passing out gas masks. Course, I don't mind admitting a little preview would lessen my impatience. You know, if you just happened to bend over and find something real interesting in the linoleum to stare at for a spell, I might suddenly get real dizzy and just have to kneel down til I get my senses back."
"Golly," he spun around. "Tony sure seems to find something interesting on the floor." He bent way over, spreading his legs and exposing his asscrack to the man. "Wonder what he's looking at." Tony glanced over, stifling a giggle, as Brad winked at him. Together they both got rimmed deliciously by the gun- toting intruders--now pussycats--whose aggressiveness was all channeled into the pink wiggly things they were inserting into hairy young rectums destined to be the rage among the local buttsuckers if they played their cards right and carefully scheduled the use of Charmin!
Screams and cries came from the living room. Distinctly recognizable as the culmination of two heaving bodies sharing a moment of nirvana, nobody bothered to check it out. A minute later, however, Brad twisted his head and glanced into the living room to satisfy his curiosity. Sure enough, Glenn was on his knees before a wobbly-kneed, standing Dan, sucking his juicy pecker and licking up and down a shaft that most assuredly was a lot shittier than Brad's had been. Dan watched, rustling the kid's hair, finding the act not the least disgusting. His imaginary visit up Glenn's rectum had fully prepared him for this inevitable conclusion. He watched in awe and excitement as Glenn tongued the slop from his dripping prick and shamelessly ate the goodly amount of crap glued fiercely around his knob and the sides of his prick. He loved watching the boy eating his own shit and wished it was even filthier than it was. When it was complete, Dan leaned over and whispered something into Glenn's ear. A burning desire he had and a wishful, almost pleading, hope that Glenn's reply would be affirmative. Glenn looked up at him with an Oh, you would, hunh? smirk, and slowly nodded. They sat on the couch in a whispered huddle until the guys came out and dragged him out the door naked. He came over that way, he can damned well swing his bare butt over the fence again!
"Well, did I deliver?" Brad clapped his hands. "Was that a shit-licking afternoon of adventure or what? Guess you got short-changed a little, Dan. Tony and I both got rimjobs and sucked off in the kitchen."
"I'm satisfied. Might even get a little bonus later on."
"What's that mean?"
"Oh, never mind. I might tell you if it comes about."
"Well, if it involves Glenn, it involves something filthy. I'll use my imagination and...maybe go over some of the past comments and conversations of the day. I'll bet I can come up with a few speculations. Anyway, Al said any time they got a party going on, and especially a backyard full of naked queers, we're welcome to join in if we're in the mood for a bunch of fags crawling over us, worshipping every part of our lovely bodies with no obligations. See, let that be a lesson to you. Never go around yelling FILTHY QUEERS! and DIRTY COCKSUCKERS! cause you might lose out on a few years of hot action!"