(rimming, scat)
DENVER, THE BIKER
It was unbelievably hot. My clothes were drenched. Rivulets of sweat ran down my sides from my armpits and down my thighs from my asshole. I could have picked a better day to hitchhike so near to the desert. There were a few cars, but nobody would stop. Then a gang of bikers came along and one of them slowed down.
"A damsel in distress, or you just like torturing your- self?" The guy grinned pleasantly enough, looking me up and down.
"Um, guess I picked a bad day, hunh? But I have to get to Fresno by the end of the week. I'm starting college up there."
"Well, hop on and grab hold. We're heading past that way. Guess we'd better tie your stuff down first."
The other bikers had pulled up down the road, waiting for him. He was built solid and looked like he could be a mean fucker. But then, they all did. I was a little apprehensive, but his manner was easy-going and I was desperate to get out of the heat. I climbed on behind him and wondered where to put my hands. I tentatively grabbed him at the waist. We took off that way, but once on the road he took my hands and wrapped then around his middle.
"Need a better hold than that, dude. We get rolling at a good clip. Hey, what's your name? Mine's Denver."
"Tom," I replied, "Tom Yates. Glad to meet you, Denver." His t-shirt was sweaty. The feel of his moist muscles gave me tingles. I always had a thing for butch hunks, but just in my fantasies. I tried to stop shaking, hoping he wouldn't catch on that I enjoyed hugging him so close. I sure didn't want to be punched and thrown off at 60 miles an hour!
We roared on down the road, the other bikers saying nothing but constantly looking over and giving me big, shit-eating grins that said they knew a little secret I didn't. It made me nervous, but I smiled back. I was holding on for dear life, pressed tightly up against his muscled back. A couple of miles down the road Denver spoke over his shoulder, asking me a question that really scared me.
"So, Tommy, you like to suck cock?"
I froze instantly. "Um, no," I lied, "I'm, uh, not into that... Denver."
"You sure? You seem awfully content back there hugging me and feeling my belly. Just thought you might like to blow me. It's fine by me. We gotta stop for a couple of hours at some friends about ten miles up the road. We could have a couple of beers then sneak into a shed and not be disturbed. You'd be okay with me, and I wouldn't tell the other guys."
"R-really? You mean, you'd let me with no rough stuff? If you're like some guys that enjoy beating up fags, you can just drop me off here and, well..."
"Hell, we don't hate fags, man. That's how we mostly get our rocks off when we're on the road. Can't stand riding with chicks. Just fuck 'em when we get where we're going, and pick up some new ones next time around. Interested? I know you are."
"Gee, sure, I'd love to!" I gushed, hoping none of the others heard. I was really attracted to the handsome dude and wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to crawl between his hard thighs! "In fact," I carelessly added in his ear, "I'd love to lick out your asshole!"
"Oooh, baby, you're my kind of pickup!" He gunned the engine.
We roared into the driveway of a ramshackled old farmhouse. He quickly ran off a bunch of crazy names, introducing me to his pals. Then again inside, to the five dudes that lived there. We drank, they joked and laughed, joints were passed around. I got high very fast, but I was having a good time. In fact, I had to keep hiding the boner that kept popping up in my pants! About an hour later, Denver jerked his head for me to follow him.
"Tommy and me gotta go discuss something private, so you pissholes leave us be."
Hardly a discrete exit, but it didn't matter if they figured it out...and I'm sure they did since getting blowjobs on the road was a common thing for them. I had to pick up my pace to stay with Denver. He was rushing like his pants were on fire. He ushered me into a small shed and bolted the door. Not roughly, but insistently, he pushed me down to sit on some boxes--old beer cartons. Then he stood before me and unsnapped his Levi's. Without pulling them down, he reached over and pulled my head into his crotch, my nose grinding into his greasy pubic hairs.
"Sniff me up, Tommy Boy. You like the way a real man smells?"
"Um, yeah," I croaked, then defiantly added, "I'm a real man, too, Denver."
"Sure you are, buddy. I mean an outlaw man, like me. A hot sweaty fucker with a big piece of meat you don't get every day."
"Oh, yes!" I muttered into his steaming patch. His masculine aroma was so heady it made my head spin. I'd never smelled anyone who was that strong before...especially in the crotch. I loved it. I nuzzled right in, impatiently gripping his waist- band to get those damned things down! He chuckled and pushed them down to his knees. Suddenly, I was face-to-face with a thick, absolutely beautiful rising cock. I ran my nose down his shaft, taking in the unwashed, mesmerizing odor of his prick, then opened my mouth to suck the fat crown into my mouth. I wanted that big dick in my mouth like none I'd ever craved before. But he soon pulled it from my mouth and slapped me across the lips with it, holding it out of reach.
"Hungry for my big meat, hunh? Haven't you forgotten something?"
"Hunh? W-what's that?" I asked, perplexed.
"Thought you wanted to eat my ass."
"Oh, I do!" I smiled, relieved that he wasn't going to do a big tease number on me. He spun around and pushed his Levi's to his ankles, then leaned over on some boxes and pushed his glistening buttocks in my face. I didn't need that invitation repeated! Without a thought as to how his rearend might be as funky as his front, I eagerly felt his ass and pulled his cheeks apart...my sniffing nose leading the way.
"YIKES!" I cried, backing up a little to survey the valley I'd just over-inhaled. This was more than intoxicating...this was ripe and reeking! I was suddenly very reluctant.
"Whatsa matter, buddy? Cram your nose in there!"
"Uh, Denver, I don't know. I can see...shit...some shit... all around your asshole!"
"So? You promised me a rimjob. Now get in there and clean it out!" He pulled my face into his butt, roughly this time. "Besides, my cock's worth it, Tommy Boy. Get that tongue working and clean that smelly crack. Leave my hole alone for now. Go slow and enjoy it. I wanna feel that tongue teasing every greasy drop of sweat off. Then you can lap my asshole and lick the shit off it before you slop out the insides."
His pressure at the back of my head was alarming me. He slid down a little ways and gripped me around the neck. As demanding and insensitive as he was being, I knew he meant me no harm. He simply wanted what I'd promised. So, I gulped, took a big breath, and delivered. Starting at the back of his big balls, I laved my tongue in short strokes up his hairy, funky asscrack, circling his filthy anus, then up the valley to the small of his back. Funny thing, the expression that ran through my brain to describe what he was making me do was naughty. He was forcing me to perform a very naughty act. Silly, juvenile, but on the mark. Thing was, doing something naughty had always excited me, especially in my jackoff fantasies. The wish to be naughty was what drove me to first try rimming on my sex buddy at age 14. He never tried it, but he sure loved me doing it to him! So did I.
By the time I had everything licked clean but his asshole, I had to reach down and pull my cock out to relieve the pressure. I was so hot!
"How's that tasting back there? Do I have to hold your neck any more?"
"No," I replied honestly. "And it tastes real scuzzy! Now I'm gonna lick the shit off, so bend way over and lemme get at it!"
"That's a boy! Eat that dirty hole! I didn't know there was crap on it, pal, but I don't have much patience with finicky ass-eaters. That's what you guys got tongues for."
He'd spread his legs and doubled over. I pried his anus apart. It was pink and hot inside. It also had a few brown streaks. Denver certainly wasn't fussy when it came to wiping his ass. I glanced down. Sure enough, the seat of his Levi's had quite a few skid marks--and they didn't look fresh. For that matter, neither did the crusty ring around his asshole. I poked my nose in and rubbed it around, no longer repulsed by the smell. Then I stuck out my tongue and began to meticulously circle, poke, lap and probe the wrinkles of his stinking asshole. The old stuff melted on my wet tongue, but I had to work a little harder to get the stuff stuck to his asshairs. By the time I began to dig into the cheesy pinkness I was unknowingly moaning in delirious pleasure.
"OH, LICK IT OUT, BABY!" he gasped. "LICK THAT DIRTY SHITHOLE OUT! You like it, doncha? You like lickin' the shit from between my cheeks. Tell me."
"YES!" I gasped. "I love cleaning your raunchy asshole, Denver. I like the way it smells and I like the way it tastes. I've never done anything so exciting in my life! I'M GONNA SUCK YOUR ASS OUT!"
I slopped around the inside of his stretched bunghole, then drilled my tongue up his rectum and scooped out everything I could lay my tongue on as deep as I could get it. He kept groaning and urging me on. His hole totally relaxed and welcomed my every lunge. He obviously loved this special kind of treatment, and allowed me to continue long after he was washed out. Then he spun around and sat on the boxes holding his prick up.
"Gawd, Tommy, you could do that all day. But my cock's getting over-amped and I know you want my big load of cream down your throat, so lick my balls, lick my shaft, and I'll tell when you can start blowing the fuck out of it."
I washed his crummy balls with the care of a nurse. They had their own stink, and it was marvelous! Then I lapped up and down his thick shaft, teasing the knob with my tongue, then taking the fat thing between my lips when he gave me the go- ahead. He'd timed it so I had a good three minutes of going down on him and sucking his fat knob before the thing squirted a monstrous load of delicious ballcream between my lips. I gulped and gulped, saving the last gusher to swirl around in my mouth and enjoy the flavor. He saw what I was doing and chuckled. Then he reached down and jacked me off while I savored his jizz.
"Gee, thanks, Denver," I said. "I wasn't expecting that."
"No sweat, kid. Treat me that good and I'll put my fist around a dude's meat. Hell, we trade handjobs once in a while. Nothing pussy about it. Listen, I said I wouldn't say anything to the other guys about this, but I think I will."
My jaw fell. He was gonna betray me after that?
"If you want me to, that is," he added. "See, I figure the way you enjoyed that, you'd get off on having all the guys come to ya for a good bungwash. Maybe you just discovered it, but you love licking shitty assholes."
"B-but, it was...well, it was because it was you, Denver. You turned me on."
"Nonsense. Nice compliment, but it's nonsense. You're a natural ass-eater, you know that already. And my shit doesn't taste any different than anybody else's...as far as I know. So why not pig out while you got the chance? And some of those guys are a lot raunchier than I am. Hell, Spike don't bathe at all. If you can eat the shit off his stinking turdhole, you can handle any of them. Hold on, lemme go call Spike in here."
"Uh, uh..." before I could protest, he was outside the door, yelling for Spike. I didn't know what to think. I wasn't sure if I was revolted at the idea or intrigued. I was frozen with indecision. Which meant, of course, that it would be decided for me. Denver came through the door with his arm draped over Spike's shoulder. The big bruiser was puzzled, but his eyes lit up seeing me sitting there with my pants down.
"Oooh, what's up, Den?"
"Drop your drawers and bend your ass over. Tommy's gonna give you a butt wash. He likes licking dirty assholes and cleaning the shit off 'em. You probably got the shittiest asshole in the group, so let's see how he likes it. Yeah, hold your nose, Tommy Boy, this is gonna knock us over."
"Us? What the fuck are you gonna do, watch?" Spike snarled.
"Hell, yes. I wanna see him eat the shit off your asshole. But then you gotta go jerk off. Tommy only blows me, get it?"
"Well, half a tickle's better than no tickle."
He dropped his pants and presented me with a hairy keester that smelled awful, looked awful, and made me drool when he reached back and pulled his cheeks apart.
"Oh, man!" Denver cried. "Jezzus, just don't fart, okay?"
I couldn't believe it. My cock was hard as a board again, flipping around. I got on my knees and grabbed his big ass and buried my face between his greasy buns! Suddenly, I was just as anxious to find out if the big galoot's shit tasted any better or worse than Denver's had, or if I just had a strange craving to clean other men's dirty asses.
After nearly suffocating myself, Denver urged me to pull back so he could see me licking it. I gave him a good show. The stench was overpowering, but I wallowed in it.
"Ah, goddamn! I usually have to force a punk to eat me out like this. Chew that shithole, kid. Damn thing's been itching me like crazy lately. Oh, I love a willing craphole sucker!"
The shit caked along the man's crack and imbedded in his wrinkled anus was similar, but much more flavorful, than Denver's had been. Strong, mild, I didn't care. I was born to suck other men's filthy assholes and eat the shit from them!
"Damn, never thought I'd ever see somebody enjoy sucking your crappy bung, Spike. Least I'll be able to sit next to you for a few days."
"Fuck you, Denver. I like the way I smell."
"So do I!" I piped up. Then I speared my tongue up his rump and sloshed it out more.
"Well, it's a go," Denver said, after a while. He wrenched me up and dragged me out. I had no pants on and a big boner sticking out as he marched me to the house. "Got me an ass- sniffing, shit-licking horny blowboy, fellas! Any of you guys that got shit on your assholes you're welcome to line up and let Tommy Boy sucker your bungs out. He likes 'em smelly and he likes 'em shitty and he'll suck every asshole in the place. But treat him nice. And no extras. He'll get ya hot, but you'll have to get off giving each other handjobs or blowjobs or whatever. Hell, he'll make your bunghole twitch so bad you'll want a prick up your ass!"
"Hot damn!" several cried out.
I sighed, figuring it wouldn't be so bad as long as my tongue held out. They didn't all strip at once. Most of them just pulled their cock out and played with it while watching me go around the room, rimming each guy in whatever position he preferred. Those rough, sweaty bikers didn't have a truly clean bunghole in the whole bunch, though a couple were merely highly fragrant. The one really fat guy was one of them, so licking him out wasn't as repulsive as it might have been. It was the fast-talking skinny dude with the trim buns and little mustache that challenged me the most. He seemed like a speed freak and he was really hot for it, wiggling his ass in my face and giving me a lot of humiliation and lewd comments. Within the cheeks of his scrawny ass was the hairiest forest of the lot. And I mean forest literally. He had little animals climbing the trees...crunchy dingleberries in abundance! And he knew it. It took 20 minutes to chew the little turdballs out of his hairs!
"Cram your puss in there, you punk. I've been waiting for a filthy little fag like you to come along. Pretend it's Easter. Just dig around that thatch until you find all those yummy pieces of shit hiding in there. Nibble 'em. Eat 'em all up then I'll let you suck my ass out. Been saving 'em for this junkie fruit that I make service me for a fix. But I won't see him until next week. I can have a whole new supply for him by then, so these are all yours!"
I didn't mind it. I set to work, feeling around with my tongue, hoping what I was crunching between my teeth was shit and not crabs. Meanwhile, he kept rattling on.
"Never told you guys about old Vinnie, did I? He hangs around that old gas station out on 142. No money, no trans- portation, and always hardup for a fix. Badgered me one day, so I told him I'd get him a little for a blowjob. Fucker nearly had my pants down right there in the parking lot. He woulda done it, too. I dragged him into the head and fed him my bone. You know how I love keeping the smell of pussy on my dick for a couple of days after I fuck. Well, I told him there was lots of old cuntjuice of my prick and he could lick it off. Oooh, this dude knows his way around a turdhole, don't he? Anyway, the old fuck gets excited at that. Even asks me, hopefullly, if I'd fucked her up the ass. I said no, why, did he like sucking shitty cocks? He said no, but he'd do it for something extra. I said, in that case, suck my hairy asshole!
"I turned around and pulled his face between my cheeks and made him eat me out. He didn't like it, at first. I had to push him down and sit on his fucking face. But he did it, so I gave him a pinch more. After that, I never had to force him to suck my asshole. One time I'd just scored a lot, so I teased him about it, waving it under his nose. He started drooling. Then I gave him an offer he couldn't refuse...more junk than he'd seen at once in years. So I took a big shit in his mouth and made the fucker eat my turd! You eat turds, Tommy? Or you just a scavenger?"
"NO!" I answered in no uncertain terms.
"So Vinnie gobbles my mash down, and tells me my shit tastes great! He's lying through his shitty teeth, of course, but I always try to make sure he swallows some shit when he eats me out. Maybe I'll make him eat another turd. Or see how he likes drinking my piss."
Denver wasn't kidding about that bunghole twitch. After I'd done the whole lot of them, he had me suck his hole again. He got twitching so bad he let me shove my cock up his ass and screw him right in front of his big, butch, masculine buddies!
"Holy fuck, that's good!" he cried. "I ain't no pussy, Tommy Boy, shove that prick up my ass and show these cunts how MEN fuck!"
Eventually, three of the other guys tentatively threw their legs in the air in need of something more up their butts. Gritting their teeth at first, they soon had their ankles wrapped around some stud's back, grinding their asses up for more hot prick. One of them took on two more guys. Laughingly, he said afterward that his shithole was now available to his buddies, any time they wanted to lick it out real good first.
One of the guys who'd fucked him thought it over. "Guess if I kept it licked I could fuck it every day. But you gotta wipe good and take a fucking bath once a month!"
I stayed with them for the three days it took to get to Fresno. Needless to say, every time we stopped somewhere somebody would have to go squat in the bushes then come squat on my face. On the last day, I went into the bushes with them so I could watch. I got several invitations to lick their turds, but I wasn't about to start that! I had to get to school.
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