PICNIC ON THE GRASS
While out cruising in the park one day I stumbled upon a young guy about 17 or 18 asleep on a blanket in a very remote area. I nearly passed him by as he was nestled in a little alcove surrounded by tall bushes. All he wore were these skimpy shorts that outlined his darling buns so as to make my mouth water and my cock do handsprings.
I tiptoed closer, took a gander at his handsome face in sweet slumber, then knelt down to get a better look at his perfect little cupcakes. A few gentle caresses brought no response. He was deep in an exhausted sleep. I threw caution to the winds and slowly worked his shorts down to below his buttocks. They were soft, pert, and had a heart- stopping trail of golden hair all up and down his crack. I worked them down further, until I was able to slip them off one foot and open his legs wider.
My hands trembled as I carefully spread his cheeks. Oh, the ambrosia that hit my nostrils! What a state he was in. There was fresh shit all along his crack and a plentiful amount circling his crimson asshole. I couldn't believe my good fortune. Without any hesitation, for fear this longed- for opportunity would be snatched away from me now that it was finally at hand, I immediately nosed in there and bathed luxuriously in his pungent aroma. I would have wished to prolonged the prelude for many more minutes, or hours, but I didn't dare.
I slowly and caressingly began to lap his filthy crack top to bottom and back again several times. The smell and taste were beyond my wildest hopes! He flinched slightly, but otherwise gave no indication that he was aware. Then I began to tongue the sweet shit from around his precious anus. I lapped and sucked it up, eating it while experienc- ing unimaginable pleasure! When I'd thoroughly cleaned the perimeter, I returned to tidy up the rest of his soiled valley, gently sucking the delicious stuff from his caked asshairs and licking the skin clean around the roots.
His movements now occasional squirms, I suspected he was alert to what was happening. If so, he seemed not to be alarmed. Taking no chances, however, I had one more goal... and I would not be denied. Quickly, but considerately, I wrenched his but-tocks further apart and drove my tongue through the poochy ring of his asshole and proceeded to eat out his rectal cavity as deeply as possible. It was quite filthy in there, to my everlasting joy, and I nearly swooned as I tongued out an abundance of his mushy crap and savored it among my tastebuds before swallowing it down and digging in for more.
I cleaned him out as well as was humanly possible with only a meager tongue as a scoop and my lips assisting with a bit of suction. Then I left his magical cavern and glued my lips around his asshole began to suck it...just for the pleasure of sucking it. Everything from his tailbone to the back of his balls was sparkling clean, so I just lost myself in the ecstasy of sucking his bulbous wrinkles and swiping my tongue up and down his hairy crease. He'd lifted slightly by now and was quietly moaning. My heart was beating so rapidly, and had been for quite a while, that I finally had to pull my face out of there and catch my breath. He looked back over his shoulder.
"What's all this about, mister?" he asked pointedly, but without anger.
"I saw your beautiful bottom laying here and simply had to touch and taste it. I hope I haven't offended you, but I couldn't resist such a beauty."
"You certainly did seem to be getting your fill as far as taste is concerned."
"Oh, I could never get my fill. I washed it for you, inside and out. It's now spic 'n span and ready to go anywhere."
"Are you a wacko or have you lost your sense of smell and taste? There was shit all over down there. I took a dump back behind those bushes and didn't have anything to wipe with. Then when I layed down I was so damned tired I just decided to let it go until I got home to wash up. You must have noticed it!"
"Oh, I certainly did! The moment I spread your cushy buns I could smell it. Then I saw exactly how filthy your entire buttcrack was and all that lovely shit around your hole. It was a dream come true for me, you see. I abso- lutely love licking other fellow's assholes and sucking on them. I've been doing it for years. But I've never had the opportunity to lick a truly filthy bottom like yours was and I simply couldn't pass up what may be my only chance. Here and there a fellow's bottom may be a little sweaty, or even tangy with a marvelous aroma, but by and large men tend to keep their asses irritatingly clean. I've craved being able to lick and suck a dirty butt just once. Thank you. I can never repay your tolerance in allowing me to continue as you did."
"I was right the first time. You're a wacko. Anyway, is that it? Is that all?"
"Um, well, I suppose so."
"Well, look under here. You've given me a jumbo boner with your little act. What am I supposed to do with it?"
"OH! Please, if you'll allow, I'd be more than honored to blow you and suck your jism. I didn't think you'd be... oh, what a magnificent cock you've got. I'd love to suck you off...or you can stick it up my ass if you'd like. I always enjoy having a young man's cock shoved up my tail. Would you like to bugger me? Better yet, why not screw the dickens out of me after I suck on it a while, then I'll suck it clean after you pull it out of my ass?"
"Yeck!"
"Oh, but I love sucking a cock that just fucked me...or just fucked somebody else, for that matter! I suppose it shouldn't surprise you that I also enjoy sucking on dirty cocks."
"No, but with your own shit on it?!"
"Certainly. The juice from my bottom is just as flavorful and zesty as from any other man. Though I'd easily prefer tasting some other fellow's shit rather than my own, mine is nowheres unpalatable. Of course, until today I'd never truly experienced another's shit in so unmistakable a manner." I had to giggle a bit over that.
He quickly turned and sat down and slipped off the shorts still hanging on one leg.
"You talk like a fussy old coot but you're not all that old. Sure got a big piece on the rail from your little escapade." He pointed at the throbbing erection in my pants.
"I'm an academic. That tends to make us a trifle stuffy. And, yes, you've gotten me so turned on I'm ready to pop in my trousers."
"Well, pull it out and let's see. I've sucked a couple of cocks before. I wouldn't call myself gay, but I'm not against trading blowjobs or something."
"Why, that's marvelous! Say, why don't we continue this in more private surroundings? I've got my van parked just the other side of the tennis courts."
"Swell. The bugs have been chewing my ass...too." He grinned, gathering up his pack and blanket.
"And I'd be happy as hell to chew on it some more!" I gushed.
In the van we stripped down and tentatively began fondling one another. He wasn't what I'd call eager, but neither was he standoffish. It was simply new territory for him. Once we sprawled out on the carpet, however, he quickly made the first move to maneuver us into a 69 position. He grabbed my floppy cock and had it fully engorged once again in a matter of seconds. Not just with his hand, which was quite adept at handling a dick, but also with laps of his wet tongue over my knob and then along my growing shaft. His young cock had sprung up the moment he was again naked.
We sucked each other for a good spell, then relaxed, both knowing a respite was in order to keep from coming too swiftly. We layed there idly fondling each other.
"Hey, what's your name?" he chuckled.
"Oh, Thomas. Sorry. And what's yours?"
"Dwayne. You're still pretty fit. And that's a hellofa big prick you've got. I couldn't go all the way down on it."
"No matter. You were doing splendidly. Your apparatus is more than adequate, too, I'd say. Like the rest of you, it's deliciously suckable."
"I gotta admit, those two times I blew a guy I really enjoyed it. It's really nice having a cock in your mouth, isn't it?"
"It's incomparable. The only thing better is having one up your ass."
"Now, don't ahead of me," he chided.
"Oh, I wasn't suggesting..." I gushed, wistfully imagining just how marvelous it would be to fuck his juicy asshole. "But how about you screwing me? Have you ever fucked a guy up the ass?"
"No, like I said, it was just trading blows and handjobs. You really want me to fuck you, or are you just anxious to suck a dirty dick?" He gave me a sly grin.
"Honestly? Both. And I want to suck your gorgeous ass some more. Hell, I could suck a turd out of that pretty bottom of yours!"
"WHAT?!?"
"Oh, easily," I said, breathlessly earnest.
"Cripes! Though I guess that shouldn't surprise me after eating all that shit off and sucking it out of my asshole."
"Nope. Same stuff. And what a superbly naughty spectacle that would be, watching you take a shit."
"You wanna watch, too?"
"Of course I do. There's nothing erotic if you shit at home and bring it to me in a box with a ribbon. Seeing it come out of your asshole, slowly, in full view to only me, would be incredibly obscene and vulgar. The perfect lewd- ness. I'd be right down there, licking it up and down while you shit. Then I'd licked your asshole clean and put your steamy turd in my mouth and show you how I love sucking on it!"
"Jezzus! You...you wouldn't eat it, would you? I couldn't handle watching that. That'd be just too fucking perverted for this guy! Have you sucked a lot of turds before?"
"No, never. Never had the opportunity nor the guts to even suggest it. But I've thought about it a lot. I know for certain I'd definitely enjoy sucking yours."
"Well, you know what it tastes like, so I don't doubt it. Hey, is your asshole clean?"
"Sure, why?"
"Uh, climb over me. I wanna give it a try. Just a try ...a test. You can suck on mine if you want."
"Boy, you're full of delightful surprises, Dwayne!" I cried, hopping up as he layed flat. I looked down at his uncertain expression.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked.
"Yeah, but do it before I change my mind. It felt so wicked when you did it to me, I want to see what it's like to do it...to make somebody else feel as good as I did."
"Atta boy. Just free your mind of all concepts and prejudices. It's really a mar--velous, intimate act. Enjoy the depravity of it."
"Come on!" he cried.
Well, who can argue with insistence like that? Obviously, he needed no special assurances, so I climbed above him and knelt down until my butt was mere inches above his face. I hoped I hadn't sweated too much back there since morning. I certainly didn't want to turn him off. My apprehension was intensified when he immediately began sniffing my ass. I was ready to hike his legs up so I could get my mouth on his hole. But Dwayne was still sniff- ing me and I couldn't contain myself.
"Is...is it alright?" I asked. "Do I smell? I really shouldn't."
"Yeah, I can smell your asshole," he muttered. "But it's okay. Really, it's not bad at all. Hell, a shithole's supposed to smell, ain't it?" He laughed.
I was about to add something more but it was unnec- essary. His tongue was plastered to my anus and he was swirling it around. He had a firm grip on my buttocks and was prying them apart. There was only one form of assis- tance that would encourage him. I flung his legs up and back, grabbed his little ass, lifted it while spreading it open, and speared my tongue up his hole!
"Uhhh!" he moaned at the welcomed intrusion, and immediately doubled his own efforts, lapping my crack like crazy and poking his tongue into the crevices of my well- used, enlarged asshole. He played around in my wrinkled flesh, exploring and tasting. When he was satisfied, he used his thumbs to pry my asshole open. I could feel his nose pressing against it at first, but mostly he must have been staring at it...checking it out to decide whether to venture farther or simply for the fascination of it. Either way, it wasn't long before my internal probing of his shit canal was joined in tandem as his tongue shot up my rearend and burrowed in to the limit without any hesitation. For many long, delicious moments the young man and I were suspended in a rapturous, wanton delirium as we unashamedly licked and sucked each other's asses out!
"AHHH!" he finally broke for air. "Oh, man, that's wild! That's the dirtiest thing I've ever done. Once in a while I'd get the guilts and wonder how I could have ever put a dude's cock in my mouth, but that's baby stuff compared to this. But you know, it's fucking good! Sucking an asshole. A guy's asshole. Fucking nasty, man! I can see why you like it so much. Except for the shit, of course. But, hell, even a little cheesy stink adds to it, right? Makes ya feel good and demented."
His mouth went around my anal ring again and he resumed sucking on it with abandon. I, of course, didn't require my tongue to hear his comments, therefore it had never stopped excavating his lower depths.
His outburst had an effect of another sort. The loss of any sense of guilt was a catalyst to his cock. Always bone hard, it was now jerking and throbbing dangerously. I pulled my tongue out of his hole and slobbered spit all over his cock, then got on all fours next to him.
"Come on, baby. You're gonna love this, too. Easy and steady, slide that dripping monster up my itchy butthole and sodomize the shit out of me!"
He hopped up, eager and ready, and knelt behind me. He leaned down and gave my asshole a few final licks, finish- ing off with a big smackeroo kiss! Then he sluiced his knob around my hole and gently poked at it.
"Wait," I said, clenching tightly. "Take a breath and relax. Don't go in until you're sure you can control your- self. We don't want you blasting off like a cannon right away. Remember, it's a lot tighter than a pussy even if it is weather beaten and whorish."
"Good idea. Now, I haven't even looked at my own asshole as close up as I did yours, but I'd hardly call it worn out. Nipped my tongue pretty good."
"Weather beaten, honey," I giggled, "not worn out. Not by a long shot. It's just had a lot of pricks up there banging around."
"And here I thought you were kinda sheltered or something."
"Nope. I go on the prowl regularly to get strange dicks to suck and sit on, and assholes to lick out. Mostly in parks, dives, and toilets. That's how I got my penchant for smelly assholes and dirty cocks."
He was idly biding his time, fiddling with my asshole and fondling my balls.
"Do you ever fuck them?" he asked.
"Oh, sure. Lots of 'em like my big dick. Come to that, I'll flip flop either way. Long as they let me suck their ass, anything's okay with me."
"Betcha'd ruin a virgin, hunh?"
"Gettin' ideas?"
"Um, no. Just wondering. I think I'm calm enough now."
"Okay, sugarplum. Plug 'er in. If you get too close, just stop moving and think about something else until it's safe."
"Yeah, I know. I gotta stop all the time when I fuck girls. I've got it. I'll think about you sucking a turd."
"Uh, try something else. That just might backfire and make you blow your cookies."
He laughed. Straight up the old chute, pause, pull back, pause, stroke. He had good control, as it turned out, and we had us a nice leisurely screw that culminated, at my insistence, with a butt-ramming, no-nonsense, teeth- chattering rectal bang that had us both dripping sweat and collapsing in exhaustion. It was phenomenal! Once in rhythm, he'd gotten to his feet in a squat, grabbed me by the hips, and gave me the wildest, butchest fuck I'd had in ages.
"AAH! MY NUTS ARE SHATTERING!" he screamed, flooding my insides with gushes of sweet cream. He collapsed.
Fuck the oxygen; I'd breathe later. I crawled between his legs and took his sticky, half-deflated meat between my lips and soothingly cleaned every trace of shit and assjuice from it. I'd had better that day, but it was marvelous nonetheless. Resting back on his elbows, he watched me with amusement...even holding his cock back and urging me not to forget to wash his balls. I smiled and dutifully licked his sack until it sparkled.
"Okay," he suggested just before leaving, "I'll be by here next week around this time. If you still want, I'll come with a big turd up my ass."
"Fantastic! You really want to watch me suck it, don't you?"
"I guess. Actually, I think what excites me more is having somebody watch me take a shit. That's so kinky I just gotta try it once."
"Yep. It's so kinky I just gotta try it...at least once."
Saturday's a long time to wait. Besides, having another rendezvous with Dwayne was no reason to curtail my routine. Tuesday evening I visited the men's room at the bus depot. I wasn't in the mood to travel far, so I took a quick hop over there even though it was about as deserted as I'd expected.
As I was entering a stunning young blonde boy was just leaving. He was breathtaking. The grin on his face looked familiar. The only person inside the restroom was Jim, a tall, lanky fellow a few years younger than myself. He was shirtless, adjusting the bulge in his shorts.
"Whew!" I whistled. "What a cutie I saw just leaving."
Jim got a big smirk on his face. "You're a dollar short, Thomas. I just fucked the kid. Wanna suck my dick?"
"Really? You just screwed that living doll?"
"Yep. Still got his buttslime all over my rod. Interested?"
Jim and I were nodding acquaintances with similar tastes and desires. We'd never had dealings with each other, though we'd often observed one another in action at various hangouts. My mind reflected on those sexy buns I'd stared at.
"Whip it out, stud!" I cried. "Come on. Let's go in the stall."
I followed him in and locked the door as he sat on the toilet and dropped his shorts. He wagged his long cock at me. I leaned over to sniff it. It was heady with the pungency of bunghole. Young bunghole. At least I took it on faith. If he'd actually fucked some crusty old fart up the tail, I didn't want to know it.
Jim ran his finger along the underside of his shaft and leisurely licked it. Like I said, we had similiar tastes. I savored the rank bouquet, sliding my nose up each side of his sticky shaft which was nearly at full erection. Then I sparingly began to lick the sharp ripeness from around his root and the top of his balls, gradually moving further up the shaft as I licked it clean. It was a gourmet feast compared to some of the sour offerings I'd garnered in that place. I needn't be in any rush, but I steadily made my way to his knob to capture the boy's sticky essence at its freshest possible. It was gooey and moist, especially under his ridge, and definitely prime syrup. I laved it up, fluttered my tongue into his pisshole, then gave his knob a good sucking. The fact that his prick was at full staff didn't mean he wanted, or expected, a blowjob. Jim had a reputation for being ever-hard.
"Thanks, guy," I said, straightening my back and standing up. "Need a job?"
"Naw. Gonna haul on over to Barkley's and find another rump to bang. I'm in the mood to ream a black hole tonight. Was he tasty?"
"Yummy! Almost as sweet as the kid I had last Saturday." I told him about Dwayne and what we did. Then I told him about what we were going to do next Saturday.
"Kinky, man. Always knew you wish you were born with an asshole on the end of your nose, but I didn't figure you for a turd washing shiteater."
"Well, it's something I've always wanted to do and never had the chance. I can't just asked some stranger if he'd take a shit in my mouth, you know. Even as raunchy as some of the guys that come in these places are, I never encountered anyone with a totally shitty asshole. Now I've tried it, and it was amazing. And I know I'm gonna just love the kid's juicy turd."
"No doubt. You've always been shameless about ramming your tongue up any and all bungholes, but I see what you mean about making it a request. Still, you could have asked me. I'd have done it. If my butt interests you at all, that is."
"Hey, everybody loves prime stuff. But I've never been all that fussy when it comes to sucking ass. I didn't say that right. What I mean is, I'd suck your ass out in a flash. And that includes if it was covered with shit. But I couldn't come right out and say `Jim, I'd like to suck your ass. How about taking a big shit and smearing it all up and down your crack?'"
"Well, now you can. Say, it's pretty ripe right now. I've shit twice since a shower. Probably don't have any dingleberries hanging from my hairs but you're welcome to suck it out if you'd like."
"Hey, spin around and let's see it," I urged. We traded places.
I was getting very intrigued. I'd never thought one way or another about Jim, but the thought of two shittings would mean at least a smelly alcove to bury my nose. Like many lanky guys, his ass was rather flat and saggy. But once bent over it was a veritable smorgasbord of nastiness. Pale cheeks, hairy crack, a few pimples, and two large hanging hemorrhoids that looked particularly silky. There was no need to voice any decision; I immediately poked my nose in there and began smelling his ass. Oooh, it was fetid and quite cheesy! I rimmed him out like I hadn't sucked ass in years. Face it. I'm just hooked on assholes.
I lapped his greasy asshairs, nibbled his hanging nubs, fluttered in and out of the shit-flecked wrinkles of his assring, collecting slag, and pulled his whole puffy anus into my mouth and nursed on it. I reached underneath and played with his cock and balls. As I figured, experienced taught him to automatically reach back and pry his own cheeks for me. I centered my tongue at the pulsing ring and drove into its depths as far as I could...wiggling and tasting!
"Ah, suck it, man. Suck my hot shithole. Oooh, drill that tongue up my sweet turd tunnel, baby. Yeah, your reputation is well deserved. Maybe it's not as corroded and rancid as you like, but it's gotta be hot and bitter. Dig in there and rummage around. Oughta be some shit collecting in there by now. Yeah, gimme the word, man. If you like that college boy's turd next week, you just say the word. I'll shit in your mouth. No sweat. I've done it. Gimme a day or two's notice, any time, and I'll supply you with all the juicy turds you want."
His words gave my tongue an even bigger boner. I swear I was suddenly reaching in there deeper than before. And I could taste his shit. It wasn't much, but it was hot, fresh shit. I licked around in there some more, then gave up. Then I noticed that Jim had a naturally dilated asshole. More than normal, at any rate.
"Hold on, Jim. I'm gonna slide a finger up your butt."
"Aha! Found something, hunh?" He pulled me up off the seat and leaned over the toilet. "Go ahead. I've taken hands up there. Shove a couple in and work 'em around. Anything you find is yours to munch on."
I managed to pull some little renegade turdballs out. I sniffed 'em, licked them from my fingers, and sucked on 'em til they dissolved. I got a fair share of assjuice coating my fingers and sucked them clean. Several times I plunged back into his sloppy rectum and pulled out syrup or morsels. Only when my digits continually came out unsoiled, did I stop.
"Mmmm. I'm not gonna ignore your skinny ass any more. That was delectable, Jim."
"Yeah, but...fucking fingers got me all tweaked. How about shoving your big meat up my can and making me squeal?"
I worked my pants down and grabbed my cock. It'd been hard as a rock since I nibbled his piles.
"Here, why don't you just squat down and sit on it?" I suggested. "I'll stick it in."
He kicked one leg from his shorts and straddled me. As he lowered himself, I moved my prick so it touched his fluttering asshole. He gave a tentative slide until the knob popped in, then he slammed his ass down and took the whole thing!
"AH! JEZZUS, THAT'S BIG!" he hissed, squirming his bottom. "We shoulda teamed up long ago. Your big prick and my smelly ass. What a combo!"
For the next few minutes we were silent except for moaning. Jim repeatedly impaled himself on my cock, pleasuring his hole in obvious lust. For me, it wasn't just the torrid sight of his asshole sliding up and down my shaft, his 'sloppy' hole was also very knowledgeable in how to grasp a cockshaft and milk it dry. Now that my cock was going where my fingers couldn't reach, a few shit streaks started showing up along my shaft. I'd reach down and slide my fingertip up and down, taking it to my mouth, eating it. I wished then I was able to blow myself, as my cock was looking mighty inviting.
Jim had a little debauchery in his makeup, too. After I squirted a big load up his tail and he spritzed gallons all over the stall door, he slid his talented ass off and spun around. He knelt and went down on me! He slurped up the cum, assjuice, and whatever shit streaks I'd missed, and thoroughly cleaned my scummy meat and lapped my balls.
"Well, aren't you just the nasty, shameless boy!" I chided.
"A fuck that good always makes me wanna clean the cock in appreciation," he explained, grinning. Goes back to first getting cornholed by my cousin. He always made me suck it clean. By the time I realized he'd fuck me even if I refused to lick it, I didn't care. He shagged me so good I did it gladly."
"Well, just call me cousin," I grinned.
"Hey, gotta piss?"
"Um, yeah. Why?" Stupid question. I realized it instantly. "Oh, of course."
He knelt back down and took my softening cock into his mouth. I rested back and leisurely pissed down his throat. He gulped it down without missing a drop, something I'd watched him do on several occasions. When in the mood, he'd go to the end of the line of urinals and kneel down, offering himself as an alternative commode. He'd kneel or squat there, drinking hot piss from strange cocks all evening long. And when he'd get full, there was usually someone handy ready to return the favor.
Hmmm. Sure I'd tried it. I was going to have to get Dwayne to piss in my mouth on Saturday.
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