BANGING ON THE WALL by bawdypen
"OH! OH! FUCK ME HARDER, GARSON...FUCK ME HARDER WITH YOUR BIG PRICK!" The chunky, baby-faced blonde held onto the pillow and threw his ass up, contributing to the fuck as much as he could. "Aw, yeah man, drive those fat ten inches of meat all the way!"
"Gawd, man! I'm driving every available inch down into your bottomless pit! Unh! Unh! BUT JEEZ! How do you stand it?" his fucker gasped.
"Stand it? FUCK MAN, I LOVE IT!" Chris squealed. "Shag my ass off!"
"No, man...I mean the smell! The smell, man. My cock keeps draggin' shit outta your hole!"
"Oh, sorry. Guess I didn't notice it way down here."
"I can sure notice it up here!"
"Well, don't stop fucking...REACH OVER AND BANG ON THE WALL!"
"What for?"
"Just do it--real hard."
The guy shrugged, still driving his prick into the murky depths, and pounded his fist against the wall over the head- board. Within moments, a handsome guy with a mustache entered the room in boxer shorts.
"W-who's he?" Garson asked.
"My roommate. He can't speak, but he'll fix us up in a jiffy. Blane, Com'ere!"
The newcomer approached the bed, fingering his dick from the excitement of seeing the naked guys fucking on the bed.
"Blane, this is Garson. He's throwing me a great fuck, but he's bothered by the mess my ass is making on his dick. You wouldn't mind taking care of that, would you?" Blane eagerly shook his head and approached the couple.
"What's he gonna do, get a towel and wipe me up? Should I pull my dick out?"
"No. Just pull back a bit so he can see the problem."
Garson lifted his butt up until only his knob remained imbedded inside the asshole. Blane came around and got his face up close to the top of the buttcrack. He got even closer.
"OH, CRIPES! WHAT'S HE DOING?!"
"What's it look like?" Chris giggled.
"He's licking my cock! Using his tongue to clean me off! Is this guy nuts, man? He's licking your shit off my dick!"
"Relax. That's his gig, baby. Okay, Blane, now in back!" Chris smiled back over his shoulder at the astonished, big- dicked hunk. "Now hunch up over me and fuck. Blane's gonna lick the underside of your dick."
Sure enough, Garson soon felt the wet lips lapping up and down his smelly shaft, over his stinking balls, and all around the cock-stuffed, protruding asslips. The horrid smell was soon dissipating.
"I-it's working, but..."
"Now drive your prick back in. Give me a few deep thrusts!"
"B-but, it'll just get dirty again!"
"That's alright. Get it good and dirty. Get as much shit on it as you can, then lift your ass high and yank it out. Hang your prick down the crack of my ass. Blane'll do the rest!"
Garson plunged back into the skuzzy pit, collecting another thick coating along his shaft. Then he raised up and pulled his smelly dong out, letting it slide down the valley of Chris's buttocks. Two fingers quickly grasped it at the base, and suddenly a mouth engulfed his dirty bone! Blane had taken it into his mouth and was wantonly cleaning the shit from it. It was a hot, cocksucking mouth that either didn't mind the extra flavorings, or relished it.
Pushing his head between them and rubbing his mustache up and down, Blane attached his mouth to Chris's gaping, filthy anus and tongued as much shit from the hole as he could. Then he lapped all over the outer ring...sucked the cock a bit more ...then aimed it into the asshole and pushed down on Garson's ass to re-make the connection--deep and complete!
"Oh, fuck man...your hole's so wet and hot. That guy's got me all the more turned on. Can I fuck now? I don't care about the smell...I just wanna fuck the shit out of you!"
"Do it, baby, do it! POUND MY SKUZZY ASSHOLE! Ooooh!"
Garson pistoned wildly into the blonde's warm pigsty, ready to unleash a huge load. He spread his legs wider and humped viciously down into the blonde's willing guts! He gasped again, just as he came.
"EEIIAA! UUH! NOW HE'S TRYING TO LICK MY ASSHOLE!" He jammed all 10" deep into the hole--causing Chris to scream out and splatter the sheets with hot bolts of cream--feeling Blane's tongue enter his anus!
Loudly, they both cried out their delight...almost, but not quite, drowning out the sounds of Blane's avid rimming! Exhausted, they layed back on the pillows...side by side.
"Oh, man. That was by far the dirtiest fuck I've ever had! And one of the best! H-he do this often?" He looked at the shit-licking guy at the foot of the bed, running his tongue over his mustache, a hard boner sticking out from his boxers.
"Hold your dick up," Chris chuckled.
Having an idea of what would happen, he readily complied. Blane stared at the dirty dick and licked his lips. He dropped his shorts and crawled onto the bed between Garson's legs. He reached out and took hold of the prick, holding it up, then buried his face in the guy's balls. He lapped 'em all over, loving the smell, then attacked the prick with an enthusiasm Garson had never seen. Again, all the shit was licked from his penis...and sucked out of his pubic hairs!
"Damn, this guy's something else!" Garson spread his legs, letting the fellow clean him.
"He can hear quite normally, Garson. You can speak to him direct, you know." Blane looked up and winked.
"Yeah? Go to it, guy!" He lifted his legs and put them over Blane's shoulders. "Suck up every bit of that smelly shit! You like it so much, maybe you'd like to work me up again 'n' I'll fuck him all over!"
After a while of this, Garson pulled his legs down and gave up.
"Guess I need a rest after all. That first fuck took a lot out of me. Took a lot out of you, too!" he laughed, looking at the blonde.
Chris pulled his knees back. "Felt like a real gusher, Blane. You want it?"
Blane enthusiastically grunted, quickly sliding sideways to get his hands on the blonde's fat, pretty bottom. As soon as his mouth had encircled the wet, pungent anus, Chris reached down and put his hand on the back of his head, pulling him tighter.
"AH!" he cried, throwing his head back onto the pillow. "I'm gonna push down and squirt your hot juice into his mouth. Suck, Blane! Suck! I'm gonna shit his sweet jizz into your mouth! Uuugh!"
Chris pushed his anal muscles...Blane sucked. Every drop of cum that had been deposited into his rectum was now being suctioned down the guy's throat!
"Wow!" Garson exclaimed, watching the lewd performance.
"He loves it, man!" the blonde explained "Fuckin' goes crazy over cum, shit and piss! I give him all three...here and there. Hey, Blane! There isn't any more--give it a rest! You gotta piss or shit, Garson?"
"Unnh," he shook his head in wonderment, "I don't know if I should even answer that! I do have to take a hairy leak, but I'll get up to do it, thank you. I wanna fuck again, and I sure don't wanna do it on a wet bed! I gotta go bad, and I don't care how much he loves it...there's no way he can drink all I have to get rid of!"
"No problem," the blonde assured him, turning on his side. "Work your prick up just enough to get it in my ass. Then let loose!"
"P-piss in your ass?!" Garson exclaimed.
"Ever do it?"
"No. Sounds wild!" Then he spoke to Blane. "You sure you can handle it all without losing it all over the sheets?"
Blane nodded, a knowing assurance in his expression.
"Fuck it, man. Guess we can always change the sheets!" He also turned on his side, jacking his prick just enough to gain entry. "Oh, man, you're never gonna be able to hold all this!"
"As I remember," Chris smirked, "that's what you said about your cock. Don't worry. He's been in the same condition and pissed up my ass before. Hardly a drop on the sheets afterward. Blane drinks piss and cum like a vacuum cleaner. Not to mention turds! Just get firmly entrenched, and let go. Blane loves a hot, shitty, piss enema. Eats the chunks and all."
"Amazing! Guess it don't matter. He's already eaten more of your, uh, shit than could possibly be left in there."
Blane put his face beneath the connection to catch any drippings, and Garson grabbed Chris's hips--holding him tight. Then he concentrated, and soon began to dribble. Then, experi- encing a sensation approaching an orgasm, he released his bladder and poured about half a gallon of sweltering piss into the guy's rectum!
Chris swooned as the forceful eruption splattered against his rectal walls and shot up into his intestines. It lasted a long while, Garson suddenly shut the valve just prior to finishing up because he felt his cockhead swimming in a pool of hot wetness.
"Oh, shit!" Garson cried. "We forgot about taking my cock out!"
Chris chuckled. "Baby, you might think my asshole is like the Grand Canyon, but slip it out slowly and you'll see."
Garson retrieved his wet cock, fearful of the possible consequences. But just as his knob approached the entrance, a powerful set of ass muscles clamped down on him, squishing his prick out, and closing up tight as a drum! Blane licked the moist, acrid cockshaft. As Garson pulled back out of the way, Blane settled his face behind the dripping buttocks and licked them. Then he circled his lips and put them to the hole, gluing them tightly.
"Scratch, baby!" Chris instructed. "One save the honey, two to let go!"
Garson knelt up--near the headboard to stay out of range-- and gaped, open-mouthed, as he saw Blane scratch his nail across the chunky buttock...twice. Immediately, his cheeks filled out and he scratched once. The flow was stopped, and he gulped it down. He pulled away for a second and took a mighty breath. Letting it completely out, he pushed his face in again and quickly scratched twice. This time, 5-6 seconds passed before he stopped it. In that time, with such force, several pints of dirty enema may have shot down his throat! Over and over this happened, Garson noticing how Blane's prick was steely hard and throbbingly bouncing up and down.
"Where's he going?" Garson asked.
"To throw up," Chris calmly answered.
"I thought he liked it!"
"Oh, he does. But his system doesn't care much for it. Besides, he tries to make room for more. Once he's received it, he has no need for it, so he barfs it out. Amazing control, though. He doesn't throw up until he's ready to. Turn over, let me suck your ass!"
"YOU, TOO?!"
"Naw, just a regular rimmer. I didn't get a chance to lick your hole before. I never have sex with a guy without licking his asshole."
"Be my guest. But answer a few questions while you slurp, OK?"
"Sure. (slurp!) I'll even answer a few before you ask. (slurp!) It was his father. He was a real sonofabitch! His mother died in childbirth, and his father never accepted that Blane couldn't speak. He was too stupid to realize that Blane's vocal cords had never developed. Finally, he couldn't take it any more, and decided that he'd MAKE the boy talk. Scolding and beatings didn't work, so he got vicious. He started with piss ...and ended up shitting turds in the boy's mouth. It didn't work, of course, but Blane wanted love desperately from his father and ended up loving whatever the man gave him. The beatings and force quickly subsided when Dear Old Dad realized Blane as a sexual object...a dirty sexual object. He still shit and pissed in his mouth, but with a lot more tolerance. He didn't need to use force, and the impact caused him to become much of what he despised the boy for."
"W-what do you mean? Uh, he's back. Hi, Blane!" he acknowledged the guy, who'd come back in--resting on the bed playing with his boner. "Keep talking...if it's alright," Garson encouraged, motioning for Blane to come closer.
"Blane doesn't mind," Chris looked up and smiled at the mute young man. "He knows it's important to explain his actions with guys."
"H-he's done it with others?"
"Well, of course, silly! You think you're the first?"
"Sorry, that was dumb! Go ahead." He reached over and took hold of Blane's rampant cock. Blane smiled, and scooted closer. Garson wrapped his lips over the fat cockhead and began to suck him. Blane went to where the blonde was rimming, and toyed with Garson's genitals. He also reached an arm around and helped spread the anus so the blonde could drive his tongue in deeper. Then he went down on Garson.
"Anyway, Daddy decided that it was as much fun occasionally having Blane shit into his mouth as it was dropping a turd into his son's mouth! He drank the boy's piss, too. This went on for many years until Blane was 18. He came home and found his father sprawled out on the bed, naked, with three punks taking turns shitting in his mouth and making him eat! Thinking it was his father's betrayal, he calmly walked out. It wasn't the hot, sexual encounter he'd thought it was. A couple of hours later he found his dad lying on the bed, dead. His mouth was stuffed with shit. They'd suffocated him with their turds!"
"JEZZUS!" Garson cried.
"Keep sucking, sport. You notice Blane didn't flinch from his cocksucking. Best thing that ever happened. Now he's free!"
"He's hot, too!" Garson cried, moving Blane's balls aside so he could get his face between his cheeks. He threw Blane's leg up and started to eat out his ass! "AH, JEEZ!" Garson suddenly cried out. "H-his asshole's...mmmm...mmmm...!"
"Guess I shoulda warned you. But on the other hand...maybe not. You don't seem to mind at the moment. He keeps his own hole dirty for his own amusement, but the way you're licking it for him...I guess it's rather irrelevant. Remember, though, he's used to letting his turd go. If you suck too hard, be careful you don't scratch his ass. That means to go ahead!"
As if tempting fate, Garson scraped his fingernails over Blane's left buttock, and started to pull away. But Blane was totally shit oriented. As fast as Garson moved, it was not fast enough to avoid having his mouth stuffed with Blane's turd! With a gasp, he quickly spat it out, watching the rest of it emerge from Blane's anus right in front of his face!
"Lick it or endure it, buddy! I warned you," Chris said.
Garson burst out laughing, enduring the lingering taste in his mouth and good-naturedly enduring the smell of Blane's shit!
"Oh, jeez, let me up!" he chuckled, rustling Blane's hair. "That really surprised..." He stopped. "OK, so I let it happen. Big deal. So I tasted his turd. Now, let's get it out of here, okay!"
Blane turned around, quickly scooping up his pile of shit. He looked at the blonde, questioningly.
"I don't think so, Blane, but I'll ask. You wanna see him eat it, Garson?"
"Hunh? E-eat his own turd?"
"Yeah. He'll do it if you want to see him do it."
"Fuck!" He turned away, taking a deep breath. He turned back. "Yes. Yes, I do. EAT IT, BLANE! I TASTED IT, NOW YOU EAT IT!" He said this with a furious tone in his voice, but Blane merely smiled and looked seductively at Garson while picking up the turd and putting it to his lips! He had an inner under- standing of these emotions, and Garson saw it in his eyes and immediately relaxed. He layed his head back down.
"I didn't mind the taste, Blane. Do what I can't do. Eat it for me!"
Blane winked, and started gobbling up his own turd! Chris grabbed his hips up. Without interferring with his shiteating, he slipped his cock up Blane's ass and started to fuck him. Having seen enough, Garson slipped under and blew the guy while he was getting fucked!
Two months later, Garson moved in with Chris--permanently. Whenever they got the urge to play `shit' games, they merely pounded on the wall!
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