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PRISON FOOD--Chapter 5
Wade Pierson decided to go over and check on the carpet- layer. He wasn't as trusting as his do-gooder wife and had only reluctantly agreed when Dawn had insisted on using a construc- tion company made up of ex-cons trying to make good. As butch and aggressive as the young middle exec was in business, he was completely pussy-whipped at home. Even though he acquised to her liberal insistence, he made regular visits to the site of their new home to assure himself they were doing the work right.
It was Saturday and he knew there would be only one person there--the carpetlayer. But he still wanted to check the man's progress and quality.
"Well, hello, Mr Pierson," the guy gushed when Wade walked in unannounced.
"Diggs. Just wanted to see how you're progressing." He surveyed the room, nodding that things seemed to be alright. He studied the wiry, craggy-faced man, figuring he was about 35 although he looked about ten years older. A rough life and the years in prison were probably responsible for his prematurity.
They discussed minor details for a while, then Wade said, "Eh, gotta take a dump," and headed down the hallway. The unconscious outburst betrayed Wade's own unsophisticated beginnings. He was fully aware of his uncouth remark, in fact, he enjoyed using his former manner of speaking whenever he was around the lower segment of society. Marrying into money meant he had to constantly watch his brash tongue. He would have gone to the upstairs bathroom, but he knew the plumbing was prepared for only the downstairs guest bathroom. He stopped at the doorway and frowned.
"Hey, Diggs, they haven't gotten this door installed yet?"
"No, sir. Uh, it didn't fit quite right and they're bringing a new one on Monday."
"Oh," was all he said before entering the room, slipping his shorts off and sitting on the toilet. He had a messy shitting, and sighed about it as he reached for the toilet paper.
"Um, there isn't any," Diggs suddenly said from the doorway.
Wade was startled but unpurturbed seeing the guy was standing there while he was on the pot, having just taken a big shit. The Army had resolved any embarrassment over stuff like that. But he was pissed that he'd not bothered to check for paper before sitting down. "Damn!"
"Mr Pierson? You're aware I spent 16 years in prison, aren't you?" Diggs asked.
"Yes, of course, but right now..."
"Well, sir, in that time I was...that is, I was often forced to, you know, service my cellmate. I'm a little guy, and I didn't have much to say about it, you know. And I'm sure you've heard about some of the things that go on..."
"Diggs," Wade sighed, exasperated, "I don't hold any of that against you. I suppose you did what you had to do to survive. Right now, I need something to wipe my fucking ass with!"
"Uh, that's what I'm kinda saying, you know. I, um, sorta got to enjoying being treated like that...and doing the things they made me do. One of 'em was...well, I'd sure be glad to lick your ass for you!"
Wade stared expressionless at the guy, studying him and pondering his meaning. Then he got a smirk on his face and calmly offered, "It's pretty fucking dirty at the moment, pal, but I guess that won't bother a punk who spent 16 years getting buggered, cocksucking, and eating out assholes, right?"
"Not at all, sir. I got to enjoying it so much I still do it whenever I get the chance. That's why I took the door off when I heard you might stop by."
"In that case," Wade tossed away the shorts he'd retrieved, got up, looked around the small room, and suggested they go into the living room. "Come on, let's spread out so you can suck my ass real good. Then I'll feed you my prick and balls. I haven't had a decent blowjob since the Army." Seeing Diggs' eager expression and the way he was rubbing his crotch, Wade added, "Strip down, if you want, I don't care. Guess they had you buck naked most of the time, right?"
"No. They didn't give a shit about my pleasure. Besides, had to be on the lookout for the guards. As long as they were around the toilet, it wasn't so suspicious looking. And if they wanted to plug me, I'd just pull my pants down in back and bend over."
"Never fucked an asshole," Wade contemplated. "Maybe I'll fuck you." Then, in an evil afterthought, he added, "and make you lick my prick clean. Bet that'll bring back old times."
"Sure would, Mr. Pierson. I'd be glad to. One thing those bastards loved was screwing me up the ass and making me eat my own shit off their pricks!"
"Lay down!" Wade ordered after the guy had stripped. He also removed his shirt and tie while nonchalantly gazing over the guy's nudity. Skinny, but tight prison muscles. Guy had a hard cock already. It looked rangy, like it'd been slapped around a lot."
Wade grabbed his nuts in one hand and his growing cock in the other and swung a leg over the ex-con's shoulder and squatted down over the excited guy's face. Immediately, hands grabbed his buttcheeks from behind and began to knead them.
"Leggo a minute," Wade said, "I wanna do something first. Just lay there." Pulling his cock and balls to the side, he began to lewdly scooch his shitty asshole up and down the guy's face, smearing shit over his lips and nose!
Diggs made no attempt to move away. In fact, he was moaning in pleasure, loving the delicious sensation of once again being humiliated and subjected to performing the filthiest of acts with another man. He closed his eyes and reveled in his favor- ite depravity...sniffing and licking as that pungent crack and moist, sticky anus slid over his worthless shit-licking face!
His prick was hard as steel and reached for the sky as he remembered how long it had taken for him to stop fighting their demands and simply adjust to his fate, and the amazing trans- formation that happened when he finally did. Brockton, that easy-going, non-violent but demanding rough stud. Just the threat of what he could do to a guy was enough to get his way. So when Diggs wanted him to clean his dirty crack after a shit, he'd crawled right over and done it. Without a greasy, filthy bunghole being pushed into his face, he found that being allowed to do it on his own terms was rather exciting. So exciting, that he actually learned to appreciate the act, the smell, and the taste. Things were a constant orgy of lust after that, when he secretly began approaching other cons with offers of his ass or mouth if he could watch the con take a shit and lick his turdhole clean. Even more surprising was finding that cleaning a cock from his own ass was even more obscenely demeaning now that he publicly professed his craving to eat the shit from it!
"Yeah, hot shit all over your face!" Wade growled, looking down to see the results of his vulgar face-ride. "Start lick- ing, buttwipe. Clean that shitty asshole. Lick my whole crack and kiss my buttcheeks. No hickeys. I don't want my wife getting suspicious. Even though I don't think she looks at my ass any more than she has to. She's uptight about butts and assholes and shitting. So rich her shit doesn't stink, know what I mean?"
"Mmm, yeah," Diggs muttered. "But yours does!"
"Lucky for you. Now slop that dirty crack so you can start nibbling the crap from my wrinkles before sucking out my shithole. Oooh! I'da made a great cellmate for you, buddy. Even better, cause I'd have just taken my shits right in your mouth!"
"One guy did!" Diggs gasped, quickly returning to lapping his tongue up and down the soiled valley.
"Damn," Wade muttered, thinking he'd come up with a championship debasement. "Then I'd make you eat it!"
"I did!"
That admission made Wade forget pursuing his one-upmanship and concentrate on enjoying the man's shameless debauchery. He froze his anus over the guy's mouth and bore down to open it up. Instantly, he felt a long wet tongue screwing up inside and wiggling.
"OH! GAWD, THAT'S WILD!" Wide cried, reaching down and prying his buttocks as far apart as he could. He wanted the man's tongue to slide right up his rearend and lick his rectum clean for the next two hours. Actually, the thought occured to him that he'd like to stay this way until he needed to shit again. He really wanted to take a shit down the guy's throat ...that's how marvelously nasty and perverted this was to him.
Diggs was thoroughly engrossed in eating out the handsome young man's dirty hole. He couldn't figure why the wife paid no attention to his ass, it was a cute little handful, nicely propotioned, bronzed with no tan line. A deep valley that contained odors nicely and a big pinkish asshole ringed with a hefty circle of dark hairs...it was fantastic! And when the man lewdly pooched it out, Diggs took full advantage of it and buried his tongue as far up the shit-clogged anus as he could reach. Finally, on the outside, a man who still wanted his cruddy ass eaten out after he'd freely admitted his desire to eat the shit off.
"SUCK ME OUT, MAN! SUCK THE SHIT OUT OF MY ASS. EAT IT!! We don't want to get any on your new carpeting, do we?" Wade had a tremendous erection he was anxious to shove up the guy's tail, but he wasn't about to change the action until he'd thoroughly wrenched every bit of excitement out of this delectably sordid business. What a fucking turn-on, having some dude sucking your messy shithole after taking a dump...seeing him down there going crazy over licking it off and swallowing it--turdballs, shitjuice and all--and shamelessly expressing his desire for it! "You'd eat my turd, wouldn't you?" he asked, staring down at Diggs' glassy eyes.
"Mmm hmmm!" the guy groaned, nodding profusely without taking his tongue from the bitter orifice.
"Sure you will. Plan on working alone next Saturday, too. I'm gonna shit a big turd in your mouth, man. I wanna see you suck it and eat it!"
When Diggs was obviously exhausted Wade raised his cramped legs and stood up. He let Diggs blow him for a while, then obliged when the man eagerly turned and bent over, wantonly pulling his cheeks open and begging for Wade to shove his big prick up there. Wade stepped forward, grabbed the guy's scrawny butt, and drove his cock all the way up the silky channel! Diggs hardly flinched. In seconds he was pushing his ass back for more, urging Wade to impale him and screw the shit out him! Wade chuckled, realizing it wasn't an idle heated outburst... the guy really wanted Wade the fuck the shit out him. He did, then pulled it out when his cock was at its most outrageous.
"DOWN ON IT!" Wade ordered. Diggs immediately spun around. His mouth was already open as Wade stepped over him and stuffed his filthy cock in there. The ex-con must really miss prison life, Wade thought with amusement as the guy hungrily licked and sucked his shit-caked dick before turning around to have it shoved up his ass again.
Three times Wade pulled his streaked prick from the gaping, well-used asshole, and stuck it into the guy's mouth. Then he clutched the man's hips and rammed him mercilessly until he'd shot a thunderous load of jizz up the warm cavern. Then, with a rag to carefullly catch his masturbating explosion, Diggs blew the dirty cock to another gut-wrenching orgasm...taking the deliciously warm sperm down his throat along with a final dose of his own chunky shit pieces and bitter juice as he pumped off a big wad of his own.
"Next Saturday?" Wade asked, straightening his tie.
"You bet, Mr Pierson. Say, can I bring along my cousin?"
"Cousin? What for?"
"Well, he was in the joint, too, for a while. Didn't have to go through as much as I did, but when he got out I didn't have to twist his arm to fuck around. Hell, I was so used to it, I just had to find a guy who'd let me clean his hole for him. Dan got into it...almost as much as I do. Anyway, I'm sure he'd love licking your ass after you shit in my mouth. He doesn't lick turds or eat them, but he sure gets off on watching a guy take a dump and he likes cleaning their assholes afterward. I'd sure appreciate it if he can join us. I'd like to see if he gets so hot he licks your turd. I desperately need a turd-buddy and he's my best hope. I like sucking his turds and I'd do anything if I could watch him suck one of my turds once."
"Hmm. Sure, why not? Bring him along. I can fuck him and make you eat his shit off my cock. Hell, maybe I'll watch him shit in your mouth, too!"
Barry was 22. He was standing in the middle of the locked office of his Probation Officer, Mr Tuttle, staring nervously at the obscenely gross sight of the man laying naked across his desk, holding his legs back, showing Barry his enormous, disgusting, hairy asshole! He wanted to bolt from the room, but the fear of Mr Tuttle having influence over his probation being revoked and his going to jail kept him silently frozen on the spot.
"What do you think, Barry? Quite a sight, isn't it? How'd you like to come here and eat me out? You suck assholes, that's what got you in trouble. Yeah, the men's room's favorite suck and lick boy, right? Too bad you didn't recognize the taste of cop shit when you rammed your tongue up that big stud's rear- end, hunh? Heh, let ya eat him out before he arrested you, didn't he? Sure. Those vice cops are all pigs. Spend so much time busting cocksuckers, they probably get together on the weekend and have a blowjob orgy together. So, how about it?"
"Uh, I'd rather not, Mr Tuttle," Barry grimaced, staring at the ugly sight.
"Aw, why not?" he asked, using his voice alone to apply seductive pressure.
"Well, I admit I've done it, of course, but I really never cared much for guys with so much hair on their butts...kinda grosses me out. They always look so...so dirty!"
"Oh? Well, sometimes it's not just an illusion, kid. Come over closer. Just bend down and give it a couple of big sniffs before you make up your mind. Won't hurt."
Hesitant, Barry reluctantly started to slowly walk over to the desk. "Uh, guess it wouldn't hurt doing that, if you insist. I have to, don't I?"
"Let's say you have to in order to decide whether or not you want to lick it," he grinned.
Barry sighed deeply and bent over to stick his face up to the older man's disgusting crack. He gritted his teeth then took a couple of quick, deep whiffs.
"OH FUCK!" he pulled back, a look of total repulsion on his face.
"What's the matter?"
"It stinks! Man, it stinks! Jezzus, now I see why. It's filthy! You got shit all over your asshole, man!"
"Yeah, I know. So what? You saying you never licked a guy's hole out that wasn't sparkling clean--with all the butts you've had your tongue up?"
"No. But damn, never one that shitty!"
"Never, ever? How about one maybe half that grungy?"
"Um, yeah, I suppose," Barry looked down in embarrassment. "But only because I was forced to! And...and it was probably more like three-quarters as bad as that, the bastard!"
"My, my. And who was that?"
"My fucking older brother. Prick that first got me to do it. Sonofabitch used to take a shit and come in my room and kneel on the bed or just bend over and order me to lick his shitty asshole! Mutherfucker always seemed to make sure it was real crappy, too. I had to play with his cock and blow him, too. Three years of that shit I went through!"
"Goodness. So you're saying if your brother walked in here right now with a bunch of shit around his asshole you wouldn't eat him out?"
Barry was stunned. He gulped. The prick had him, alright. He shook his head back and forth, flashing on how many nights he'd jacked off while fantasizing his brother coming in naked and climbing onto his face, pressing his shit-caked anus onto his mouth and demanding, with a little chuckle, that Barry suck it clean and eat it out.
Mr Tuttle studied the far-away look on Barry's face, then softly brought his attention back. "Barry? My big asshole's covered with the nasty stuff. Why don't you get down there and lick it all off before it starts to dry and get crusty? Lap my whole sweaty crack and suck my smelly hole for me, then shove your tongue in there and eat me out. Hell, pretend I'm your big brother, if you want. Pretend you're a little kid again, eating his shitty hole out cause you love him and he's making you do it and you love it."
Barry crouched down and mashed his face between the man's raunchy buttocks, this time relishing the overpowering pungency and feeling his nose and lips getting all greasy with shit- juice. Mr Tuttle layed back and moaned, pushing his anus in and out, relaxing it totally so the kid could slosh out his shithole and find the warm goop just waiting inside!
OH, IT'S GOOD TO HAVE POWER! He thought, imagining how hot it was going to be watching the kid sucking on his dirty prick after he pulls it from Barry's juicy young bung after giving him a royal screwing compliments of the county!
At their next appointment there was no pretense. When Barry was buzzed in he found the man already totally naked, on a stuffed chair with his feet on the arms and his ass hanging open. Barry took only enough time to get naked before getting into position to service the man's cock and twitching shithole. No sense of being coy, he figured. Not after the way he'd eaten the handsome man out so frantically the last time. Not after he'd allowed the man to pork his ass raw and williingly taken that cock into his mouth afterward and happily cleaned the cum and streaks of shit off it!
This time he closed his eyes and coveted the heady aroma --not even budging when the man deviously let out a long, hissing fart that shot right up his nose! Glancing up, he saw Mr Tuttle with an evil little smirk on his puss.
"Think I don't know how much you enjoy smelling your own farts, too, you little fruit? Now point your tongue and really shove it straight up my ass!"
"Yeah, but never one as rotten as that!" Barry snarled. He pulled back and aimed, then he speared his protruding tongue as far up the man's shithole as he could get it. His eyes crossed and his ears turned red as he realized he'd driven his tongue directly into a warm, waiting pile of mush! He looked up and saw the man's big, satisfied grin, obviously well-aware of how Barry's tongue was beginning to tingle and burn and how his tastebuds were registering the powerful flavor of his fresh, soft shit.
"Got that packed right inside there just for you, my shitlicking young charge. Let's see if you go as ape-shit over my shithole as you did last time. Now, I don't want to turn you off so much that all this fun will have to stop, so it's up to you. Keep your tongue buried in there. Just twiddle it around in that mess for a while on a trial basis. Then you can pull it out and wipe it off or start sucking that crap out and eating it. I don't know what you will do, but I got a good idea what you'd like to do. I think you'd like to gobble it all out and you're welcome to do just that. Ate your own shit off my prick, remember? Slurped it right off. You imagine I'd think any less of you if you sucked my shit out and swallowed it? I promise, my opinion of you wouldn't change one iota. SUCK MY HOLE OUT!"
Barry swallowed his pride and swallowed as much of the creamy poop as he could vacuum from the older man's gaping shithole. He brazenly stared up at the smirking probation officer, showing that he could execute the foul deed with more enthusiasm than the man could ever have hoped for.
"Oh, fuck, you're filthy! Jeez! I just got a fellow assigned to me that's right out of the joint and I'm told he was quite the punk in there. Got passed around quite a bit and was a real obliging fellow. Gained a real penchant for drinking piss, I'm told. Think I'll arrange a dual appointment and get you two to work me over together. Say, you can piss down his craw while he shits in your mouth, then you can do it the other way around. Man, I can think of lots of combinations for two punk faggots to entertain me. Give you a little reward for being so good. Me and you can find out how he likes having you take a shit in his mouth while I ram my prick up his spit- dripping asshole you've just rimmed out. Sound good?
The guard stopped. Looking through the bars, he blinked. "Bettencourt, what the hell are you doing?"
"Taking a crap...sir."
"I can see that. But what's Rodriguez doing down there?"
"Him? He's licking my turd."
"You'll go down for this!" the guard snarled.
"You've got it wrong, sir. It wasn't my idea. He just likes to taste my shit. I don't remember any regulation against it, sir."
"That true, Rodriguez?" the guard asked, unconvinced. "Rodriguez? Rodriguez, get your face outta that man's ass! Good god, he's even got shit on his lips. Answer me, greaser... verdad?"
"Uh, si! Mucho greasy...very good. He one hot-shit gringo!"
"What's he do now, lick your shithole clean instead of wiping?"
"Nope. That's it. He just licks it while I shit."
"Then what, he blows ya?"
"Now, Larkin, you know sex is against regulations," he grinned.
"Yeah, right. Uh, just you? Just gringos? Or anybody?"
"Why, you got a turd that needs washed?"
"Just curious...and wondering what to do about this."
"Why do anything? He's in for life for triple homicide. Who gives a fuck if he eats shit all day long? Whadda you say, Mex? I think Larkin's got a big turd up his rump--you wanna lick it?"
"No, no! Bettencourt solamente."
"He might get you special duty, dummy." He winked at the guard.
"Okay...I lick his shit. But no one else, por favor!"
"Come on in and drop 'em, big fella. Better take 'em off, you're gonna have to hold your legs back."
"Um, you got a mirror? I'd like to watch it."
"Sure. I'll even hold it...for a little compensation."
"Yeah, alright. You can blow me later, if you keep it quiet."
"That's generous, but I was thinking more of you blowing me."
"Hunh?" He straightened up from removing his pants and eyed Bettencourt's prick. "Sure...whatever. But you'd better warn me before you come."
"A butch stud who sucks cock but won't swallow jizz? That's not the way Burgess described the night you blew him through the bars."
"Fuckin' punk. He was supposed to keep his trap shut."
"Relax. He's okay. He only told me cause we swap suckjobs when we're desperate and he said you were pretty decent on the blowers. Said you gulped it down like a cream fanatic."
"Hell, I'll suck your jizz. I just want a warning. I've seen you jerking your meat. A load like that'll have me coughing and gagging if I'm not prepared. I don't want to wake up the whole damned cellblock!"
"Damn, an honest screw. Wouldn't mind taking a couple swipes on that fat knob of yours, either. Gettin' tired of that skinny pecker of his with all that fuckin' foreskin!"
"I never really figured you for a fag, Bettencourt."
"Fuck the labels. I go down here and there if I like a dude's prick. Gotta do something til you guys start parading some twat in here!"
"You want some good twat, Burgess has a nice tight one. Guess he didn't mention I screwed him through the bars after I blew him. You two are such pals, he shouldn't mind my telling his secrets, right?"
"Heh! Right. Wait'll I get my hands on that lily white rump of his next time!"
"He'll like it. But I should warn you...he likes the cheese licked from between his cheeks first. Now stick that prick up here, I think our punk's getting anxious the way he's drooling and sniffing under my nuts."
It was in a grungy holding cell in the rear of a Bronx jail that I met Ramon. He was brought in sweaty and filthy, like he'd been in a nasty fight. I was sitting there, bemoaning my own fate. He gave me a scowling look and plopped down onto the other bunk. His Levi's were torn--especially around the crotch area--and my eyes invariably stared, hoping for peek of something interesting.
He noticed, of course, and a cruel little smile curled the corner of his mouth.
"Who'd you kill?" he asked, chuckling.
"Nobody," I answered with a shrug. "I propositioned a cop."
"Yeah?" His eyes lit up and his hand slid down to his crotch and began a slow slide back and forth over its contents. "Dumb."
"I guess. But they shouldn't let them wave their big pricks in your face just so they can bust ya."
"Yeah, that's kinda selfish, isn't it? I'm not that way-- selfish, that is--well, I'm not the other way, either. But I figure a cocksucker just can't help himself, right?"
"N-not when there's a lot of temptation," I replied, licking my lips as he spread his legs more, giving me a nice peek at the hole in his pants. The opening was just big enough for one of his large, hairy balls to poke out.
"Can't take temptation, hunh?" he spoke in a low, rough voice and grinned contemptuously. "Do I tempt you?"
I nodded, unable to speak, as he reached down with both hands and spread the opening so his other ball fell out. He stared at me, enjoying the way the sight of his big hairy balls were being openly admired, his fingers on either side of the rip, slowly moving up and down, caressing his own testicles.
"Good. That makes it easier for both of us." He lifted one leg and suddenly ripped the material wide open, exposing himself from his asscrack to his navel. His big prick sprung up, hard and stiff. "Why don't you crawl over here and lick out my big asshole?"
I gulped...on my way across the cell...on my knees! I slid onto his bunk face first--right into his crotch. His asshole was big. It was big and just as hairy as his balls. It was juicy looking, too. I was still about 6 inches away when the smell hit me--pungent and rank! I hesitated, looking up at him. "It stinks," I said...more matter-of-factly than in abject horror.
"Oh yeah?" he said sarcastically, as if that was a real surprise. "Hmm, must be because of all the brown shit that comes out of there. I hear that some guys wash their assholes. Why don't you wash mine? Or," he teasingly tried to pull the flaps back to cover himself, "we could just wait til they let us shower, hunh? If they do in this dump."
"FUCK NO, MAN!" I cried hoarsely, nosing in closer and getting a big whiff of his smelly hole. He relaxed and chuckled. I wasn't about to waste any time and miss out on a chance to eat him out. I tweaked my tongue up and down the crack of his asshole, pushing aside the wrinkled flesh and tasting inside. It was moist and cheesy...real cheesy! I dug in, even sliding my hands around his buttocks to get better leverage to drive my tongue up his rectum!
"That's good," he moaned, grabbing my head and pulling it tighter between his thighs. "Yeah, tongue the funk outta there!" He'd squeeze and relax his sphincter, nipping my tongue. "Now wash the outside, punk, and eat my dingleberries. You love the taste of shitty assholes, doncha?"
I lapped his anus in long, loving strokes, cleaning his shithole like a dog. "I love your shitty ass!" I muttered between delicious licks.
"Aw, shucks, you're gonna turn my head with all the compliments," he said. "I'll bet you've sucked plenty of dirty assholes. Be honest, now, are you saying you've never smiled with shit between your teeth? I can't believe that."
"Well," I smiled up at him. "Maybe once or twice."
"Kinda figured that from the way you keep sniffing so deeply."
"Oooh, yeah, your balls stink!" I rummaged my nose into them, then scooted it up along his rigid shaft. I began to lick it. "Your cock stinks, too."
"Not nearly as much as it will after I pull it out of your ass and stick it in your mouth. Now get back down there and suck some more juice out of my ass. Then you can suck my cock good and wet, cause that's the only lube you'll get in here. Won't be much, but that's okay, it'll make your shit stick to my dick all the better. You won't mind eating your own shit off my prick while I squirt a big load of cum in your mouth, will ya?"
"No, I won't mind," I gushed. His puckered anus was pulsing in and out and dribbles of shitjuice truly were coming out of there! That make me suck all the harder. Hell, no, I wouldn't mind cleaning his cock if it came out all shitty. It'd be worth it to have the big thing up my tail. Fact is, I usually do it anyway. Ever since that first time a rough stud screwed me in an alley and make me clean him off afterward. He was just being a bastard about it--like some straight guys are--but when it excited him so much that he came again in my mouth...even more powerful than when he'd come up my ass...I made it a point to suck a guy clean in hopes that I'd also get a load down my throat along with the one up my butt. Never bothered me that they thought I was a sicko pervert. As long it excited them, it excited me.
You'd think I'd douche before going out on the prowl, considering my willingness to perform such a filthy act (and I actually did the first couple of times after that encounter), but then I stopped doing it. Hell, the way I sucked and licked dirty assholes, the taste of my own shit was hardly a turnoff to a masochist like me. Besides, sometimes it was the streaks that did the trick. Seeing me lap up those brown lines and tongue the crud hiding around their knob, made them eager to choke me with cum! Of course, they particularly enjoyed making me smell it first. And if they weren't ready for another orgasm, they generally forced my face back into their cracks to make sure I'd licked every trace of shit available back there. Since I'd more than likely already rimmed it, more than once their desperation to further humiliate me resulted in something more tangible being expelled into my mouth!
And something about seeing a guy with your shit smeared of his lips seems to make it imperative that you piss on him... especially if he happens to be licking up and down your turd at the time, while shooting streams of jizz in the air from being allowed the honor!
Ramon wasn't shocked; he acted more as if it was expected. As if he was used to queers doing his bidding..and if he happened to be filthy at the time, all the better.
He told me to pull down my pants in back and lick out his armpit while I was doing it. Was that ever raunchy! Really pungent stud sweat! And I lapped it all up. Then he got up from the bunk. He didn't take his pants down...he didn't have to. I wanted to go down on his cock once more but he said that's enough and turned me around and rammed his prick up my ass! I stifled a scream by covering my mouth, but quickly recovered and grabbed onto the upper bunk. An ass like mine has to be accommodating to take those huge pieces of meat I like so much ...and from rough dudes who don't give a damn about anything but how good their cocks feel.
Soon he was plowing up my hole, fucking the shit out of me, really getting off watching his cock sliding in and out. It was hot and urgent.
"Oh, yeah, you're gonna enjoy cleaning this," he chuckled. "Already that stinky smell's coming up to my nose, and I think it's gettin' a little brown, fella. Oh, yes, mighty brown! Ahh, smell that buttfunk?"
"I can smell it from here," a hoarse voice answered from the other side of the bars. A guard was standing there, rubbing his crotch. A stiff long pole was snaking down his leg. Ramon never gave a second's concern about stopping. If anything, he began to shove his cock even harder up my ass.
"Come in and stick your nose down there," Ramon said to him, "you'll get a better whiff that way."
"I'll smell it enough when I fuck him, Ramon," the guard replied, "while he's sucking your dirty prick clean." He'd taken his fat cock out and was lightly stroking it. He caught my glance of surprise. "Got a little mike hooked up in the corner there, just for such an occasion. I heard it all. This is our Special Cell...just for perverts. Didn't you wonder why it's the only one back here? Ha Ha."
"So why'd you put him back here?" I asked. Ramon wasn't missing a stroke, though he'd relaxed into a slow, easy drubbing. I was getting screwed deliciously, and that's all I cared about. If the guard was gonna fuck me next, that was fine with me. But I was curious.
"Well, got a cocksucker...we need some queer bait. Officer Borquez is queer bait, if I ever seen it. How many times you gotten your shithole licked out back here, Ramon? Twenty? Thirty?"
"You gonna keep jawboning or come in here, Corson?" Ramon snarled. "You know you wanna smell this faggot's shit up close."
"Shut up, Borquez, or I'll have you cleaning my prick after I screw him."
"Fat chance," Ramon laughed. "You'd be bent over double sucking yourself off before I could even get to it!"
"You spic cocksucker! Shut up!"
Ramon laughed again, and nestled near my ear. In a loud whisper, he said, "He'd give you a run for your money as far as which of you two sticks his tongue deeper up my shithole. And he can suck his own meat. I've seen him do it. Right after he fucked this nigger drag queen up the ass!"
"Ramon likes telling nasty stories, kid. It turns him on. He's full of shit."
Somehow I believed Ramon more than the guard's meek protestations.
"Drag his ass over here, Borquez. I want him to blow me."
Gabbing me under the arms, he eased me toward the bars without dislodging his cock. He tried to stay imbedded up me while we carefully moved into a crouching position. That was too hard, or his patience too thin, because he suddenly pulled his prick out of me and pushed me to my knees.
"Here, you might as well suck on it now! Then I'll stick it back in."
He thrust his smelly prick at me. It was streaked with shit. I wrapped my lips over it and began to suck on it without a second thought.
"OH, GAWD, THAT'S FUCKING DIRTY!" the guard cried, beating his meat.
But before it became an activity of its own, Ramon took his still dirty cock from me, crouched behind me and stuck it back in. That left me with a big, thick cock waving in my face. I licked on it as the guard thrust it through it bars. Then I went down on it as he grabbed me behind the head and forced it into my mouth and down my throat. It was huge, but I gave it my best. Big pricks were my specialty...in either hole...though his was definitely a challenge. It was a good thing he wasn't planning on using my face for a fucking, because he obviously enjoyed shoving it in deep. Luckily, I could back away when it got to choking me. He also obviously enjoy talking dirty.
"I don't know what turns me on more...forcing a faggot to suck dirty dicks, or watching a queer like you who craves eating shit from a prick! Yeah, maybe I'll shit in your mouth later. Or Ramon. Yeah. Think I'd like to see Borquez take a big crap on your face. Yeah, you can eat turds back here, buddy boy."
Ramon stared up at him while they used me. "You wanna suck on it, too?"
"My turd or your cock?" the guard asked, chuckling. "Either's fine with me!" ___________________
I was down in the shipping warehouse when I got the call to go to Mr Blake's office. I went up the back stairs to his private office. When I tapped and heard him say `Come in,' I entered with a bit of trepidaiton. And for good reason. On the man's leather couch was the kneeling, doubled over figure of some naked man. All I could see, at first, was his hairy rump. There were clothes scattered about. Mr Blake was also completely nude. His fat dong was hanging down, raw and exhausted.
"Come on over here, Bobby," Mr Blake waved his hand urgently. "This is Mr Sheinlen. I've just finished screwing Mr Sheinlen. He wanted me to stay up him and piss, so I've filled his rectum with gallons of hot piss. He wanted me to suck it out, but my prick came out all shitty so I don't want to."
I sighed and glanced down again at Mr Blake's cock.
"Oh, it's all gone now. Mr Sheinlen licked it all off. He wanted to squirt all that boiling piss into somebody mouth, so I called you. Mr Sheinlen is a very important client to us, Bobby, so I want you to get your face in there and wrap your lips over his asshole so he can shoot it all down your throat. You know how important this job is to you, Bobby, so let's get to it without any complaint, alright? There's no need to voice any disgust or display any reluctance just to save face. Mr Sheinlen doesn't give a fuck whether you're a pervert or just following orders. Now kneel down before it gets all over my new sofa."
Yeah, I knew how important the job was to me. If I lost it, it meant going back to the joint. Going back to the joint meant sucking cocks and assholes, getting fucked regularly, and drinking piss anyway. At least now I had my freedom...for the most part. At 21, one more fuckup or parole violation and I'd be locked up permanently. Mr Blake knew all this--that's why he hired me and some of the other ex-cons. Giving us a decent chance, he called it, with pride, but it also gave him terrific opportunities to use us for his own deranged sexual purposes. Still, it was far better than the joint to us.
"Okay, Bobby," Mr Sheinlen said, wiggling his rump, "I got vun big arsehole, no? You drink zat hot peepee from my bottom, zen you suck it for me, yah?"
An old Jew, I supposed, from his name, his accent, and his big circumcised cock hanging down half-hard. Hair grew in abundance over his buttocks, and his asscrack was equally fertile. But the old fart wasn't kidding about his hole. It was big! I'd acquired a taste for piss over time, and also found I enjoyed licking assholes. Especially large ones I didn't have to fight to get my tongue into. I dropped to my knees, opened my lips, and leaned forward to glue my mouth around his big anus.
"Just grunt when you're ready, Bobby," he said, "and play with his cock and nuts. I'll spread 'em for ya. He hasn't come yet, and I wanna suck that thing off so get it hard."
I stroked the man's prick and grabbed his balls. It became a throbbing erection almost immediately. Mr Blake's fingers began to slide toward the anus from both sides. I took a big breath and grunted. His fingertips pried the cheeks apart and a huge bolt of hot urine splashed against the back of my mouth. I had to gulp rapidly to get it down or I'd probably be slurping it off the fucking leather couch afterward. Mr Sheinlen's asshole twitched open and closed, shutting off the valve then sending another deluge flooding over my tongue. He'd obviously done this little sordid business before and knew instinctively just how much an ass-sucking piss drinker could handle at one time. Good thing, too, cause I'd never done that before. I'd forgotten a little tidbit Mr Blake had mentioned, though I can't imagine how I could have. It wasn't until the second mouthful that I remembered why Mr Blake had declined the offer. What had originally registered on my tastebuds was the tangy saltiness of warm urine..not a bad taste at all once you get used to it. But when it started getting quite bitter and gritty, I pictured how Mr Blake's cock must have looked when he pulled it out. And that third squirt was accompanied by various-sized turdballs! Chunks of shit were blowing out of his rectum into my mouth, threatening to make me retch. The fact that I was eating his shit wasn't the worst part...Mr Blake often had me suck his prick after he fucked me or one of the other fellows. The horrendously repulsive thing was the taste of all that dirty buttwater. Shit somehow tasted a hundred times worse when it was reduced to a liquid. I screwed up my face in horror and quickly shot my tongue up his ass to plug the opening until I could regain my composure and settle my churning guts. I also reached up and grabbed Mr Blake's fingers to stop him from opening the gate.
"Ah, okay, you control it. Now you know why I didn't want to drink that. A flushed out enema is one thing, on the third go-around maybe, but brown syrupy soup is a little over the bend for me. Take a big breath and just open your throat. Maybe we can get it all to shoot straight down the pipe and have done with it. You can open your throat, Bobby, you do it with big cocks all the time. Ready?"
I nodded, eagerly to get it over with. I relaxed completely and let that filth just flush from his rectum in one huge gush. It took a while, but before I became in desperate need of a breath the liquid began to trickle from his pulsing anus. Relieved, I gasped quickly and pressed my mouth against his asshole and began to suck and tongue it out. A few more short bursts came out, but the worst was thankfully over.
Mr Sheinlen was quite pleased when he turned over. He thanked me profusely while Mr Blake got between his thighs and began to suck him off. At Mr Sheinlen's suggestion, I pulled my pants off and bent my ass in his face. He wanted to eat me out while the boss blew him. The old geezer obviously loved it, so I bent over as far as I could so he could get his tongue as deeply up my rectum as he wanted. My stomach was churning and that caused me to fart a couple of times. But the man didn't mind at all. I could hear him sniffing them.
Mr Blake had a huge load to slurp down, but being the cocksucker he is he handled it without losing a creamy drop. Mr Sheinlen wanted to blow me, and did before I left. He also had many years of gobbling balljuice and gulped my load without mishap.
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