Brown Hanky

Disclaimer:

The following story deals with watersports and scat. If you find this subject matter offensive or are under the age of eighteen, STOP HERE!

Brown Hanky By Rim4you

Chapter 1

It was Christmas Eve. I knew it would be kind of a waste to go out to the bar but, what the hell! I was bored and horny. Most of my buddies were out of town for the Holidays. I needed a man to satisfy the ache between my legs and the twitching of my asshole!

I prided myself on being quite a good top. Hell! I never got any complaints. Most of the guys I'd been with went down on their knees in no time flat when they caught sight of my thick, veiny, ten inch pole. Not that I'm bragging or anything but I can't help what developed between my legs! When it came down to fucking, I knew how to plow a hungry hole, long, deep and hard.

But lately, and I don't know why, I wanted something different. Completely different. Yeah! I'd been fucked before but I wanted more than just to fuck or be fucked. I wanted to push my limits further. I felt this knawing in the pit of my stomach that I needed more than just the kind of sex I could get at any time. I need something to spice things up a bit. Something totally different.

"Why don't you fist some guy then?" My best friend, Jon, asked me earlier in the evening when he called to wish me a "Merry Christmas" before he left town.

"Already done that, Jon." I said.

"Well ... uh ... how about S/M, bondage ... whips, chains, you know, Eric, stuff like that?"

"Been there. Done that!" I responded.

"Well fuck, Eric! What do you want? A Great Dane?" Jon blurted.

"Now there's a thought!" I said.

"You gotta be weirding out, Eric! You stoned or something?"

"Nah! It's too early in the day to get stoned and you know me. I like to get stoned before the action begins, Jon."

"Well buddy!" Jon said, laughing. "You want something different? Why don't you go down to the corner of 8th and Main and get you some pussy!"

"Fuck you, Jon!"

"Well. I dunno what to tell you, Eric. You have been acting a little different lately. Anything wrong?"

"Nah! Just kinda bored with ... uh ... you know! The same ole ... same ole. That's all."

After I hung up the phone with Jon, that knawing feeling in the pit of my stomach hit me again. If Jon weren't going out of town I'd have been over at his place fucking the hell out of him and having him slam his big dick up my ass. But that wasn't it. I wanted, I needed a new adventure. Another notch on the bedpost of my sexual conquests.

Would I be the conqueror or would someone else conquer me? I grabbed my jacket and headed out the door for my usual hangout. A seedy bar across town called "The Dungeon." It bore the reputation of being the kind of place where everything and anything could be found. Would I find my new adventure there tonight?

Chapter 2

As I figured, the crowd at "The Dungeon" was rather meager. After all it was Christmas Eve! I grabbed my beer and set myself up in a shadowy corner of the bar which gave me a good view of most of the guys gathered here tonight.

As my eyes wandered from one man to the next, occassionally feeling the grope of a hand on my crotch as a guy walked past me, I saw him.

I had never seen him before and I knew practically all the guys who patronized "The Dungeon." Perhaps he was new in town. A sailor, perhaps. After all the Navy Base wasn't all that far away.

He looked to be about my height and from what I could see, had a nice build. He was leaning up against the wall at the end of the bar, one leg bent at the knee pressed against the wall. His leather jacket was open and in the dim light I could discern a finely toned chest defined by the tank top he was wearing.

My eyes wandered lower. From his chest, past his stomach to the obvious bulge between his legs which were encased in a pair of ripped levis that seemed to fit him like a second skin. The entire package looked very inviting. Very tempting.

Only his face was hidden in the shadows and obscured from my view.

I went up to the bar and ordered another beer. Moreso to get a closer look at this man who intrigued me, caught my eye. I sat down on one of the barstools about ten feet away from him. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him raising the bottle of beer to his lips but still his face was somewhat hidden. I could see that he had fairly large hands.

"Hmmm! Big hands, big dick!" I thought to myself and chuckled. Not that I was hung up on the size of a man's cock. Rather, and Jon often pointed it out to me, I was a butt man. A nice, full butt always caught my attention quick!

I turned slightly and faced him. What was there to lose? Hopefully I could gain his attention as everyone else in the bar was huddled at the other end, leaving me and this stranger off to ourselves.

He must have been watching me watching him because his next gesture, as he raised his beer bottle, was to tip it towards me followed by one single word.

"Hey!"

I nodded my head in acknowledgement and then cocked my head sideways towards the empty barstool beside me, as if to lure him out of the shadows for a closer look.

He slid the booted foot he had propped up against the wall behind him down and began walking slowly towards me.

"Mind if I join you?" He asked, in a deep voice, standing in front of me.

"Not at all," I responded, "buy you a beer?"

"That's the best offer I've had all night!" He said, swinging his muscular frame onto the barstool.

"Gentlemen! Enjoy!" Frankie, the bartender, said, placing the two bottles of beer in front of us, giving me a wink, then turning to return to the guys huddled at the other end of the bar.

"I'm Eric," I said.

"I'm Damon," he responded. "Thanks for the beer, Eric."

"No prob! Merry Christmas!"

"Yeah! Ho! Ho! Ho!" he chuckled, looking at me and winking his eye.

There was something so captivating about Damon. His deep voice. Masculinity seemed to ooze out of every gesture he made. As he turned towards me, raising the bottle to his full lips, our eyes met.

Now I could see him clearly. His eyes were a deep blue that seemed to pierce mine as if to see what was within me, what was running through my mind. He had a square jaw that dimpled at the cleft. His hair was short and dark in color. His packaging was getting better and better by the minute! But would he be different from the others? Would he take me to that place I wanted and needed to be at? To experience?

What I felt clawing at the pit of my stomach, I knew was something I just couldn't come out and say. Not even Jon, my best friend, knew what lurked in the deepest depths of my mind.

Damon leaned forward to reach for a book of matches. In doing so, his leather jacket hiked up over his waist, revealing the full mounds of his ass and there in his right back pocket it stood out against the faded denim of his levis. His sign. His flag. His silent signature.

Oh! I knew what it meant alright. I had seen it before being flagged on rare occassions in the bar before. But back then I wasn't interested in something new but tonight ...

I could feel the adrenelin coursing through my veins and my cock snaking its way down my thigh.

Damon turned slightly and gazed deeply at me looking at his ass.

"You interested?" He asked, in a quiet, deep, seductive voice. "You do understand, Eric, don't you?"

I looked at Damon and nodded my head.

"Scat!" I whispered. "Not something one comes across too often, huh Damon?"

"Not as often as I'd like." Damon replied.

This was it! This was what had been knawing at me for the longest time. That which I couldn't speak about with Jon. He would have freaked but only if he knew what I did when I was alone! Here was my window of opportunity to explore what I had been doing alone with someone else, and with a guy like Damon, I'd be more than willing!

As we finished our beer, Damon ran his hand along my thigh and felt my raging hardon. He kept looking at me intently. Slowly, he leaned forward and our lips met in a deep, wet kiss. His tongue probed the inner recesses of my mouth and seemed to suck the life from me, as if drawing me, luring me into his lair of perverted pleasure.

Damon's musky scent, which emanated from him, was like an aphrodesiac. The aroma was one of pure, animalistic man.

"Play with me, Eric!" Damon whispered, seductively licking my neck working his way towards my ear. "You need it! You want it just as much as I do!"

"Yeah! You got that right!" I almost groaned, as Damon squeezed my cock.

"I want this up my ass, Eric! Up my dirty ass! Wanna fuck me, Eric? Huh? Shit fuck me and piss up my ass! I need it bad, Eric!" Damon said, swirling his tongue in my ear. His hot breath blowing down my neck.

I couldn't believe what was happening. All this time I had kept my secret desires to myself. Sure I had seen some men flagging their brown hankies before but I wasn't ready yet, driven to the point where I wanted to cross that threshold. Now I felt different. Consumed with lust for the raunchiest, dirtiest sex I could ever imagine. To push myself to the ultimate limit and emerge the victor!

"Let's get outta here, Damon, before we fuckin' drive everyone outta here by what we wanna do!" I said.

"These boys might get a kick outta watchin' us get real nasty!" Damon chuckled. "Alot of guys want it. They just don't have the balls to admit it, Eric."

"Let's go, Damon!" I said.

"Good night men!" Frankie hollered as Damon and I made our way into the cool night air.

"Gotta take a piss!" I said, as Damon and I walked through the alley behind the bar towards the parking lot.

Damon pointed towards the dumpster. I followed him. Damon leaned against the dumpster and slid down to a squatting position, his muscular legs spread wide.

"Piss on me, Eric!" Damon whispered, groping himself and pulling open his leather jacket. "Hose me down! I need a shower. I stink!"

I positioned myself in front of Damon, my legs spread slightly apart. In the pale glow of the moonlight I could see Damon's blue eyes glazed over with lust. I groped the bulge between my legs.

"Want my piss, buddy?" I asked, seductively, rubbing my hand over my crotch.

"Yes! Oh fuck, yes!" Damon groaned, his tongue darting out of his mouth and wetting his lips.

Without taking my eyes off of him, I popped open the snaps on my jeans and pulled my cock and balls out, stroking my semi-erect dick all the while.

"Fuck!" Damon sighed, as he caught sight of my cock. "Fuckin' piss on me, man!"

I took a step forward and aimed my dick towards this hunk of a man squatting before me. The first golden droplets fell to the ground between Damon's legs.

"Give it to me, Eric!"

The trickle became a gushing stream which splashed noisily on Damon's crotch. With his hand he rubbed my warm piss into his crotch and moaned, thrashing his head from side to side against the dumpster. I aimed my pissing cock higher towards his stomach and chest.

Damon's hand followed my piss stream and worked my golden juice into the material of his tank top. His moans were of pure pleasure.

I propped my hand on the dumpster and leaned over and above Damon and sprayed his face.

"Ah fuck!" Damon hissed, tilting his head back and opening his mouth wide.

"Yeah fucker! Fuckin' toilet mouth, huh?"

Damon nodded his head as his mouth filled with my rank piss. Swallowing one load, he eagerly opened his mouth again, all the while rubbing what splashed out of his mouth onto his face and neck.

As my piss stream subsided I sunk to my knees before Damon and kissed him deeply. Damon squirted piss from his mouth into mine. Together we swapped my juice back and forth until we had swallowed every drop.

"Still thirsty, boys?" A voice said.

As Damon and I turned our heads towards the voice, all we could see was a thick, veiny cock being held by long fingers. We slid on the wet ground towards this stranger's cock and opened our mouths. The face of the towering figure lost completely in the shadows.

The hand grasped the cock and let loose a gushing fountain of dark, yellow piss. Damon and I leaned forward towards the pissing cock as the stud waved his dick from side to side, wetting us down. When the pissing cock ceased, once more Damon and I shared a deep, piss swapping kiss.

As we staggered up to our feet, I pushed Damon against the dumpster. Still kissing him deeply I rubbed my wet body against his, my hard cock grinding against his wet crotch.

This all seemed so lewd, so nasty. Pissing and kissing one another in a dark alley pressed against a dumpster! But somehow it seemed appropriate for Damon and I. When we looked up, the stranger was gone.

Chapter 3

Once inside Damon's apartment, he slammed me up against the back of the door. Now in complete privacy we could unleash our burning lust. We struggled out of our jackets and tossed them aside, our mouths locked in a deep, wet, sloppy kiss. Our hands roamed over each other's bodies wildly, tugging to yank our shirts out of our jeans, groping and squeezing one another's wet baskets.

I fumbled for my shirt and yanked it upward and over my head, droping it to the floor. Damon slid his lips from my mouth, down my neck, over my muscular chest until he found my hard nipple. He swirled his tongue over it and then began to chew it, sending ripples of pain and pleasure throughout my body.

Grasping my hand in his he flung my arm upward until it crashed against the door with a thud. He looked at me for one split second, his eyes glistening with raw lust, then dove his face into my grundgy, sweaty armpit, sniffing and licking furiously.

I knew my pit was rank. I hadn't showered in two days. Not even after my intense workout at the gym. But to a man like Damon, my muskiness only served to arouse him even more.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Damon groaned, breathing deep the aroma of my hairy armpit.

"Smells fuckin' good, don't it?" I rasped, grabbing the back of his head and pushing his face deeper into my pit.

"Shit yeah!" Damon grunted, saturating my pit hairs with a thick coating of his saliva.

"I got somethin' else for you to fuckin' smell!" I snickered, pushing Damon back. "Let's get outta these fuckin' clothes!"

As we broke our embrace, panting heavily with lust, Damon nodded in the direction of the hallway. I followed him. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Even from behind he was flawless. His broad, muscular shoulders tapered down to a slim waist. Though he still had his wet levis on, his ample butt seemed to bounce with every step he took as he led me to the bedroom.

Once inside the room, we kicked off our boots and walked towards the bed.

"You were expecting company?" I chuckled.

"I'm always prepared," Damon said, pulling his zipper down and drawing the flaps of his levis apart, revealing a dark, thick pubic bush. "The plastic is always on the bed!"

I stripped off my jeans and lay down on the bed, spreading my legs wide, stroking my cock.

Damon approached the foot of the bed. He stood there for a moment so I could take a good look at him. His hands were on his hips. My eyes swept over him. My lips curled back in a sensuous smile.

In the glow of a lamp I could see Damon clearly. He looked to be in his mid twenties, like myself. His chisled chest swirled with a fine mat of hair and jutting out from between his legs a thick tool that any man would be proud of. Suspended beneath that huge dick a pair of low hanging balls.

"Turn around," I whispered.

Slowly, Damon turned around.

"Fuck!" I sighed, as Damon revealed his ample, full, muscular ass. Placing his hands on his thighs, Damon bent forward. The trench of his ass was a forest of dark hair. He turned to look back at me.

"And it's packed too!" He said, in a husky voice, "just waiting for you to fuck the shit out of me! I haven't been fucked dirty in a long time, Eric!"

Damon straightened himself up. Reaching behind him, he ran his hand over the mounds of his ass. Ever so slowly he caressed his ass. Pausing over the cleft between his cheeks, his middle finger disappeared into that hairy valley. Gyrating his hips downward, he moaned as he slid his finger up his asshole.

Watching his every move, not taking my eyes off of him, I slid my legs up, bending them at the knees. Still stroking my dick with one hand, with the other I slid my fingers passed my balls and fingered my moist, sweaty hole.

In like manner Damon watched me. Slowly, Damon slid his finger out of his asshole and brought his brown coated finger towards his face. Likewise I did the same, pausing under my nostrils. Together we took a deep breath, sighing as the stench of asshole shot up our noses.

"Fuckin' stinks so good!" I whispered. "Come smell it with me!"

Damon crawled up onto the bed next to me. He placed his finger against mine and together we pressed our noses against our upturned fingers and sniffed.

"I smell shit!" I rasped. "Fuckin' dirty asshole!"

Damon moaned as I slid my finger into his mouth.

"Taste my stink, man!" I whispered.

As Damon sucked on my finger, I drew his filthy digit into my mouth. The tangy flavor of this man's butt filled my mouth.

"Fuck! Fuck!" I groaned, as I slurped and sucked his finger clean.

"I want more!" Damon sighed.

I rolled onto my hands and knees, my ass in the air.

"Smell my ass! Smell my dirty ass!"

Damon got down behind me and buried his face into my sweaty, smelly butt.

"That's it, fucker! Smell my fuckin' asshole! My manstink! I wanna hear you sniffin' my dirty asshole!"

Grinding my ass onto Damon's face I could hear his snorts of pleasure.

"Fuckin' gettin' off on my stink, aren't you, Damon?"

"Fuck yeah!" Damon moaned. "I live for dirty ass, Eric!"

"Then fuckin' eat my ass!" I hollered, turning on more and more to Damon's face buried in my sweaty, hairy ass. "Suck on those asslips, fucker! I know my hole is dirty. I haven't fuckin' wiped my ass in two fuckin' days!"

Damon attacked my asshole with a vengence. Grabbing my hips for leverage, he buried his face forcefully into my ripe ass. I gasped out loud as I felt his wet tongue swirling in circular motions over my pucker before jabbing his tongue into my hole.

"Yeah! Yeah!" I cried, grinding my ass back. "Eat that ass!"

I knew what Damon wanted, what he hungered for. I dropped my head onto the bed, sighing and panting. His mouth and tongue was pure magic the way he alternated sucking on my anal ring and poking his tongue in my hole.

"Want some shit? Wanna eat my shit, fucker?"

"Yes!" Damon groaned. "Feed me, Eric!"

I relaxed as completely as I could and surrendered. A juicy, wet fart escaped my hole. I could feel its wetness splatter against Damon's face.

"Fartin' in your pig face, buddy!" I groaned. "Fuckin' rub that shitty fart up and down my ass!"

Damon obeyed, rubbing his face up and down the crack of my ass, smearing the first traces of my anal slop along the hairs of my ass.

"Fuckin' feels nasty, man! Get that toilet mouth of yours ready! Gonna fuckin' feed the pig some shit!"

Damon clamped his mouth over my hole as I bore down and a steamy log slid out of my ass into his mouth. I jerked myself up and swung myself around to face him.

"Ah yeah!" I hollered. "Fuckin' turd in your mouth! Eat it! Fuckin' eat my shit!"

As Damon began chewing on my turd, I reached under myself and pushed out another log into the palm of my hand. Damon groaned at the sight of shit in my hand.

"Fuckin' greedy aren't you?"

Damon shook his head, swallowing the brown sludge in his mouth. Brown slime oozed out of the corners of his mouth which he rubbed all over his face.

"Yeah! Fuckin' smear that shit all over your face! You're gonna get some more!"

Damon watched wide eyed, his mouth gaping open as I wrapped my shit filled hand around my cock and coated my dick with shit.

"You like that, don't you? Wanna smell my shitty dick? Suck it before I ram it up your ass?"

"Yes!" Damon sighed, lunging forward.

"Oh yeah! Smell that dirty cock. Suck it!"

Damon ran his nose up and down the length of my shaft. sniffing wildly.

"That's it, motherfucker!" I cried, "get that shit stink up your nose! Yeah! Now suck it, Damon! Suck my dirty dick!"

As Damon's head bobbed up and down my filthy cock, I shit some more and rubbed my filth into my armpits and onto my chest. The stench of dirty asshole, of shit, filled the air.

"I smell fuckin' shit, man! I fuckin' smell like asshole!" I chanted, delerious with lust as I fucked Damon's face.

Damon slid his mouth off of my cock and began licking his way upwards raising himself to a kneeling position, rubbing his face against my shit smeared chest.

"Eric! Eric!" he moaned, as he sucked my nipples clean.

"Want more shit, man?"

"Yes!"

Once more I brought my hand back down to my ass and squeezed out a hefty pile onto the palm of my hand. Grabbing Damon by his hair, I yanked his head back, and grinded my shitty hand onto his face.

"Fuck yeah!" I hollered, rubbing my hand all over his face. "Fuckin' shit pig! Fuckin' stink pig!"

"Fuck me! Fuck me, Eric!" Damon groaned, pressing his face into the palm of my hand. "I wannna feel that big, dirty cock of yours pounding my ass! Fuck the shit out of me, Eric!"

I got up and moved behind Damon and pushed him forward onto his hands and knees.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" he moaned, as I smeared shit into his ass trench. "Fuck me dirty, man! Slam it in me!"

Grabbing him by the hips I lunged forward and with one powerful thrust I rammed all ten throbbng inches of my cock up Damon's asshole!

"Fuck!" He yelled, bucking his ass back.

I could feel my cock sinking into the sludge up his ass. It felt so warm, so raunchy.

"Ya wanna get dicked dirty?" I hollered, as I began slamming my cock furiously in and out of Damon's shitting hole.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck the shit outta me, man! Pound that fuckin' dirty hole!"

"Ah fuck, man! Fuck! Yeah! Shit it out, Damon! Fuckin' shit!"

The harder I fucked him, the more shit oozed out of his hole making slurping sounds as I'd pull my dick completely out of his hole and ram in back in.

Damon reached beneath him to catch the sludge falling out of his hole and began jacking on his dick.

"Yeah! Pull on that shitty cock while I fuck your nasty hole!"

"Feels so fuckin' good, Eric! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Gonna fuckin' pop my nut, man! Gonna fuckin' shoot up your shithole, buddy!" I yelled, pounding his hole wildly.

"Cum up my ass, Eric! You're fuckin' me the way I need to be fucked!"

"Gettin' there, man! Real close!"

"Shoot that load! Fuckin' shoot it!"

Damon bucked his ass back as I gave one final lunge.

"Aaaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhhh! Fuck! Fuck!" I shouted, as I felt my dick spasm and release its seed.

"Oh yeah!" Damon groaned, as he pumped his load onto the bed. "Shit! Shit!"

I collapsed onto him. Our bodies trembled and shook with the pleasure of ejaculation. As my cock slid out of Damon's asshole with a loud, slurp, he emptied the rest of his bowels.

"Mmmmmm! Nice!" I whispered in his ear, as the warmth of his shit spread out over his ass and my crotch.

"Fuck me again!"

"Hmmmmm! Your instiable," I murmerred, grinding my crotch into the pasty, reeking filth.

"I'm a fuckin' pig, Eric! Or haven't you noticed?"

As my cock slid back up Damon's filthy hole, I knew I had crossed the threshold into my new adventure. There could be no turning back now!

I welcome your feedback. Write to me at Rim4you@webtv.net