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The following story depicts consensual sex between an adult and a minor, watersports and scat. If you are under the age of eighteen or find this form of sexual activity offensive, STOP HERE!
Private Lessons (Part 3) By Rim4you
Chapter One
I guess Gary realized that I, being a seventeen-year-old teenage boy, was bound to pop my load quite quickly. He smiled sheepishly as he released his mouth from my cock and made the reference to my first lesson. Then he gave my ripe jockstrap a sniff and looked up at me and winked.
"That was nice, TJ. Real nice." Gary said as he sat back on his haunches, legs spread wide, his hard cock snaking down his right thigh. He gave his dick a hard squeeze and grinned seductively at me.
"But I think you need to blow some notes on that trumpet before we move on to the next lesson! Want something to drink before we get started? I have juice, coke, water, beer."
"I'll have a beer, Gary. If that's okay with you."
"Fine by me. I think I'll have one myself."
Gary jumped up and headed towards the kitchen. I couldn't resist as he turned his backside to me and I whistled.
"You like that, huh?" Gary laughed, as he strode towards the kitchen.
During his absence I set my music sheets up on his piano and sat down on the bench. Thoughts ran through my head. Did we just do what we did? Did I just suck on his stinking socks? Did he just suck me off? My cock throbbed and gave me the answer. Yes!
"Aren't we the eager pupil." Gary beamed, as he returned with two beers in his hand.
"Oh! I was just setting up."
"Why don't we have our beer and then we can get started. On music that is. Afterwards ..."
I smiled, got up from the piano bench and joined him on the sofa. As we drank our beer we talked about everything and anything. It felt good to sit and talk with a man again. Like how my Dad and I used to talk. We were real close.
"So! Let's see if we can get your tempo right on this piece of music."
As I sat on the piano bench, trumpet raised and played the selected piece, Gary hovered near me, coaching me throughout.
After about forty-five minutes or repeating the piece over and over, Gary finally cried out:
"I think you've got it, TJ!"
With that I put my trumpet down, halfway trough the piece.
"You didn't finish, TJ."
Smiling, I looked up at Gary.
"You've really put me to the challange, Gary."
"How's that, TJ? What do you mean."
"I've been sitting here for the last forty-five minutes or so concentrating like hell on my music and the whole time my dick is rock hard because your musk is turning me on!"
"Well I guess it worked, TJ!" Gary said, busting out laughing. "You've got it! Wanna wrap it up? Have another beer?"
"Yeah!"
Gary headed for the kitchen again and again we drank and talked some more.
"Can I use your bathroom, Gary? I gotta take a piss real bad."
"Yeah! It's down the hall, second door to the right. Need some help?"
"Wanna watch?"
"Thought you'd never ask, TJ!"
Gary followed me into the bathroom. As I stood above the toilet and yanked the front of my shorts and jockstrap down and aimed my dick towards the bowl, Gary hopped into the bathtub, hunkered down and leaned against the back wall of the tub.
"Not in the toilet, stud!" Gary whispered, running his hands up and down his body erotically. "Piss on me! I'm your toilet!"
Amazed and excited, I turned and approached the tub and faced Gary. Our eyes met and locked in a lusty gaze. I aimed my cock towards his crotch and began to piss.
As my piss stream hit Gary's crotch, he reached down with his hands to rub my piss deeply into his bulging basket.
"Yeah! That's it fucker! Piss on me!"
I aimed my cock higher, towards his chest, soaking his tank top and chest hairs.
"Fuck yeah!" He moaned, rubbing my piss all over his chest and into his armpits. "Piss on my face, pig boy!"
Again, I raised my cock higher and the full force of my piss stream splashed across his face. He raised his hands to his face and washed his face in my rank piss, running his fingers through his hair.
Gary then opened his mouth and I knew what that meant. I leaned over him, balancing myself against the back wall and brought my cock within inches of his gaping mouth. I watched, with mounting lust, as Gary's mouth filled with my rancid nectar. He swallowed. Piss spilled from his lips. He wrapped his lips around my pissing cock and took the last flow of my pss stream down his throat.
"Fuck!" I gasped, as Gary stood up and wrapped his strong arms around me, drawing me up against his piss soaked clothes. Lowering his head towards mine he kissed me deeply. As he did so, he spilled the piss he held in his mouth into mine!
For what seemed like an eternity, Gary and I kissed, swapping my piss back and forth between our mouths until the last drop had been savored and swallowed. All the while, Gary massaged my throbbing dick.
"You like that don't you, pig boy?" Gary whispered, as our lips parted.
"Yes! Yes!" I groaned.
"Get in the tub with me!"
I stepped into the tub and faced Gary. Gently he placed his hands upon my shoulders and nudged me down on my knees. Placing his hands behind my head, he drew me towards his wet pouch.
"Suck! Taste the shower you just gave me, pig boy! The first shower I've had in two fuckin' days!"
I buried my face into Gary's wet, putrid crotch. I smelled my rancid piss in the fibres of his shorts and sucked that vile fluid into my wanton mouth. I sucked the length of his thick, long cock confined within his skin tight shorts, tasting over and over my piss.
I placed my hands on his ass cheeks and dug my fingers into his sweaty trench. Gary moaned.
"I know what you want, fucker!"
Gary pushed me away gently and turned around. He hooked his fingers into the elastic band of his shorts and slid them down to just beneath the full melons of his ass. I gasped at the sight of the creamy whiteness of his globes and the dark fur that swirled like a thick forrest in the trench of his ass!
"Smell my ass, pig boy! I know that's what you want! Bury your face in my stinkin' ass! Smell it!"
I grabbed Gary's ass cheeks with my hands and spread them apart. I needed no further encouragement. I lowered my face into that hairy valley and took a deep breath.
"Fuck!" I moaned, as my nose was infiltrated with the ripe pungence of Gary's most personal aroma. An aroma that was foul. Strong. Musky. Sharp. The combined fermentation of of sweat and shit! The scent of the sewer. Gary's sewer!
In my lust and greed I darted my tongue out so I could taste his ripeness. Gary clenched his melons shut.
"Just smell my ass, pig boy!
"But ... I just ..."
"Just smell my stink! You'll get your chance, lover boy!"
Gary relaxed his ass and I returned to my wild sniffing.
"You like that? Don't you, pig boy?"
"Yes, sir! I do!"
"What are you doing back there, pig boy? Tell me!"
"I'm smelling your ass Gary! Sir! I'm smelling your stink, dirty ass, sir!"
"Fuckin' sniff pig is what you are, TJ! Fuckin' dirty little pig boy who enjoys smellin' a man's dirty ass!"
"I love your ass stink, sir! And yes, I am a fuckin' little pig-slut-boy who is honored to sniff your manhole!"
"Now you're talkin', pig boy! Now you know who you are and who I am!"
"Yes, sir! I am a pig boy and you, sir, are a total man! I am honored to have the privilege of worshipping your shithole!"
I couldn't belive the transformation that was taking place within me! The subjection. The degradation that I found to be humiliating and exciting at the same time. Here I was smelling a man's dirty, stinking asshole! A man who I had just urinated on! How many guys go around sniffing another guys reeking butthole? But here I was doing just that and I loved it!
"Yeah, fucker! Pig boy! You want me to honor you some more?"
"Yes, sir! Please, sir!" I groaned, lost in the oblivion of my lust and Gary's stench.
"Lay down," Gary whispered.
I laid down in the wet tub propping my feet against the front wall. My breaths were rapid with the anticipation of Gary's next move. My heart was pounding within my chest and I broke out in a sweat.
Gary tugged his shorts back up and then lowered his ass onto my face again. I waited. Not knowing what to expect next. Gary wrapped his hand around my hard cock and stroked it gently.
Suddenly the room echoed with a sound that bounced off the walls and blasted into my nostrils. Gary let rip from his asshole a loud, noxious fart that shot straight up my nose! Its rank fumes caught me off guard. Gary planted his ass firmly upon my face as I flinched.
"Smell my ass gas, fucker! Smell my ass blowin' you a dirty kiss!"
I was trapped. Smotherd in Gary's foul trench. The ripe fumes of Gary's smelly fart caught be completely by surprise. I was revolted, yet excited. My cock jumped in Gary's hand.
"You wanted my stink, pig boy! Didn't you? Or was I wrong?"
"I ... I ... uh ..."
A part of me. The rational part of me wanted to free myself from my entrapment. This was all so disgusting! Yet my cock demanded otherwise like the night before when I was sucking my shit coated finger. Revulsion and arousal seemed to go hand in hand with me. Why was that?
Gary ground his ass onto my face and farted again. This time his ass expelled not only a foul stench, a rancid odor, but a liquidy substance as well which formed on the back of his shorts next to his asshole.
"Fuck! That was a wet one, lover boy! Suck it outta my ass!"
Tentatively at first, I sniffed the wet spot on the back of Gary's shorts. It smelled like asshole. Only riper! I tugged at the material with my teeth and drew it into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it and then sucking it. The taste was familiar. A bittersweet tanginess. The taste of fully ripe asshole. The taste of shit!
As my dick signaled to my brain that this was Gary's shit I was tasting, I munched hungrily at the soiled fibres. My own shit I had tasted before. This was now the taste of a man's shit!
"Fuckin' enjoyin' yourself aren't you, pig boy?"
I could only grunt and moan a response, so overwhelmed by the depravity of what I was doing.
"Ease up a bit, boy! Just relax and go with the flow."
Gary raised his ass several inches from my face. I guess it was the excitement. The anticipation. The beer. I started to piss again in Gary's stroking hand.
I suppose Gary took this as the opportune moment during my piss. He began to grunt and groan. As he farted again a bulge began to appear at the back of his shorts.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Gary groaned, all the while stroking my pissing cock.
The smelly bulge became bigger and bigger until it grazed my lips.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Gary moaned, straining even more. "Fuckin' shittin' my shorts, pig boy!"
The more Gary pushed, the fuller the ripe basket became, pressing onto my lips, its warmth spreading. It's reeking stench filling my nostrils.
Was this not what I wanted? What I craved? I pressed my face into Gary's shitting asshole.
"You fuckin' pig! " Gary hollered, continuing to shit some more, grinding his ass on my face.
I met the grinding thrust of his filthy ass by rubbing my face into his trench, spreading his warm, fetid slop over his buns. I was delerious and wild with lust.
I bucked my cock into his wet, pissy hand wrapped around my shaft, fucking it wildly. I found myself in the gutter of raunch, In the sewer of filth.
I raised my hands to the waistband of Gary's shorts and with one powerful tug I pulled them down to his thighs. Gary's rock hard cock slapped against his washboard stomach with a thud. With his free hand he grabbed his cock and stroked. One hand pumped my dick. The other his.
Gary's exposed, nasty ass met my face. It was covered in his stinking filth. His shit! I was too far gone. Too Aroused. Too intoxicated with the sight and smell of his shit to think! I buried my face into his ass trench rubbing every part of my face into the creamy, stinking, vile, pasty slop from his asshole!
"Oh fuck yeah!" Gary hollered, grinding his dirty, shitty ass onto my face while jacking both of our cocks.
"Eat my motherfuckin' shitty ass! Eat my fuckin' slop! Wallow in my stinkin' trough, pig!"
"FUCK!" I screamed, pulling my shit filled mouth away from Gary's ass. "PUMP MY COCK! I'M GONNA FUCKIN' CUM!!!"
"YEAH! YEAH!" Gary screamed back, "GONNA SHOOT MY FUCKIN' LOAD WITH YOU BOY!!!"
"AAAAAAHHHHHH! ... FUCK! SHIT! GOD-DAMN!!!"
Our obscenities flew back and forth in screams and howls as our cocks exploded and spooge flew out of our piss holes into the air! Our bodies bucked and heaved in unison as we ejaculated our cum. Gary grinding his shitty ass more deeply onto my face and I slamming and pounding my foot against the wall of the tub.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Gary sighed, as our orgasms subsided, pulling his ass from my face, leaning against the front wall of the tub, his face pressed against my grundgy sneaker.
I rolled my head from side to side, smacking my lips upon the creamy shit that filled my mouth!
Licking my sneaker, Gary heaved a heavy sigh and began to piss. I rolled my ass in the warm puddle that gushed from his cock.
Chapter Two
"So how was your lesson?" Blake asked, as he closed the door to his bedroom.
I drew Blake into my arms and kissed him deeply, pressing his body firmly against mine, slipping my hand into the back of his pants and probing my finger into his moist hole.
"That good, huh?" Blake moaned into my mouth.
"Yes! It was, Blake!" My lips not leaving his. "I want to teach you what I've learned so far!"
"Please! Please teach me, TJ!" Blake moaned into my mouth. "I love you, TJ!"
"I love you too, Blake!"
Epilougue
Mr. Jefferies and I shared many a Saturday together. What I experienced with him I shared with Blake. As for the Band Compitition? We won first place. High School. Was it that many years away? ...
"TJ! It's time to eat! Are you hungry, babe?"
"I'm starving, lover! Feed me!"
"I love you TJ!"
"I love you too, Blake!"
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