Scent Pig

By eric

Published on Apr 8, 2001

Gay

Scent Pig Part 5 - Straight Scent

(Part of the Scent Pig Series) an original work of fiction. Copying, duplication and/or distribution are not allowed without the permission of the author)

This story is a work of fiction. If you are offended by explicit male- to-male, hot, sweaty, funky, hairy, incestuous, nasty sex, maybe you should browse elsewhere. If not, cum on in.


The extreme close-up filled the screen. The hair-rimmed hole stretched wide around the thick cock, the clenching of the muscular ring evident. As the camera pulled back it became obvious that only the head of the massive pole was lodged inside. With a steady thrust inch after rock hard inch moved into the hot, moist cavern.

Then the phone rang.

'Shit!' I swore under my breath, jumping off the couch and hitting the pause button on the remote, I reached the phone on the second ring.

"Hello." I said, more interested in the still frame on the TV. in the other room then the caller.

"Hey, Boss! Didn't wake you up did I?" It was Jake, the foreman of my crew.

"Uh.no. Just watching a little tube. What's up?"

"Just wanted to touch base. Got a little problem in one of the units, air's not working right. I had to bring down the system last night. Good thing it's a weekend. I should be done with it by the end of the day."

"You there now?" I asked.

"Since six this morning, man! Not all of us just got back from vacation!" he chuckled, the deep resonance of his voice nearly vibrating the phone in my hand.

"Who you got working with you?" I was paying a bit more attention now, but my hand was still busy down the front of my jock.

"Just me. Didn't want to rack up too much overtime on the job."

"Want some help?" I offered, half hoping he would decline; I had other plans for the day.

"Up to you, man. I thought you might be getting unpacked and shit," he replied.

"Naw, got all weekend to get that done. Maybe I'll head over that way." But first, I needed to get off the phone and back to the video.

"Cool. Take it easy!" Jake hung up.

I pushed the play button before I even put down the phone. The shot continued to get wider, showing more of the two men fucking. My dick was throbbing and spitting a steady stream of precum into my jock as I watched my brother slowly fuck my ass.

Once I had admitted my needs, the rest of the week had gone quickly at the cabin. My asshole still throbbed from the brutal assault it had endured. And the video was confirming that the action had been hot!

The action on screen switched to a shot of me eating a hot, hairy hole. Coach had really been ripe by the time he let me have it. I could still taste the tang of his sweaty slit, could smell the tangled, matted hairs as they were forced up my nose. That was all it took; I shot in the pouch of my jock. My cock pulsed and a stain slowly spread across the grimy jock.


A half-hour later and I'm parking my truck in the space next to Jake's. The rest of the lot is deserted. As I retrieve my tools from the bed of the truck, I realize that our heat wave is far from over. I'm sweating by the time I get the door to the space open and step inside.

TWITCH

My nose and my dick throb at the same time. The air inside is heavy with humidity. My nose picks up a sharp undertone, a strong blend of sweat and something else. My dick is getting thick, sliding in the load that I just left in the jock. I had been told not to take it off, no matter what. Taking a shower before I headed out to help Jake had never entered my mind, and I now realized I had a heady scent coming of my body.

"That you boss man?" I heard Jake yell from the back of the unit.

"Yeah!" I called back, heading in that direction.

When I stepped through the door, I saw Jake on the ladder, his body from the nipples down visible while the upper half was up in the ceiling. His back was to me, the muscles of his wide shoulders clearly defined under the sweaty t-shirt he wore. I moved my glance lower, down his back, focusing on the seat of his jeans.

'Nice ass' I thought, surprising myself. Jake was a stud all right. But he was definitely straight. I had shared enough stories of pussy with him to know that he liked women exclusively. I really never considered him as a sexual object before, but the past week had changed my outlook on a lot of things.

"Hand me that new filter, will you?" he said.

I picked the filter up and climbed the first two rungs of the ladder to hand it to up to him. When he twisted to grab it, he lost his balance fell backward onto me. It just happened that my nose and the seat of his pants were perfectly lined up, and I felt the tip of my nose press hard against the seam the split his butt. My dick shot up to full staff.

"Damn. Sorry about that." He quickly regained his balance, severing the contact between us. "I'm just about done here."

"Great. What can I do?" I hope he didn't notice the uneven tone of my voice.

"Pretty much nothing. The problem wasn't as bad as I thought. Sorry to get you here on Saturday for no reason."

"No problem. Chip's at the gym anyway. I was just bumming around anyway." My voice was returning to normal.

Jake descended the ladder.

"Fuckin' hot up there!" he said, wiping the sweat of his brow with one massive, hairy forearm. This exposed the nest of fur in his pit, and I could swear I could smell him.

"Fuckin' hot all over!" I chuckled. "Wish I was still at the cabin."

"You guys have a good time?" he asked.

"Tell you the truth, I had forgotten how much fun I could have!" I replied.

"Well, you look like to got laid or something. Must have been a good trip!" He casually adjusted the large lump at his crotch while he spoke. I must have seen him do this a million times before, but this time it was different.

'Careful. He is not the guy to mess with!' I reminded myself.

"I haven't had pussy in so long I can't remember what it tastes like!" he laughed. I was wondering what his hot, straight ass tasted like.

"Give me a break. You get it all the time." I shot back.

"Right. The old lady gives it up twice a week and that's it. She acts like it's gold or something. Just last night, I tried to get a little and all she could do was complain about the smell of my dick. Seems she wants it washed and dried before her tight lips will wrap around it. All I wanted was a little head!"

Oh fuck. I wish he hadn't said that. The bitch must be crazy. She had a hot, hairy hunk of a man that was offering her that juicy cock, and she turned him down.

"What's on the agenda now?" he asked, bringing me back to reality.

"No plans. You?"

"Same. The wife's sister is over, and Jr.'s out somewhere. Probably getting laid, luck bastard!" he said, referring to his son. Jr. was 20 now, and becoming his father's twin.

"Teenagers! I think Chip's been getting it a bit lately, too."

'Getting his Dad's ass!' I thought to myself.

"Face it man, we're the old timers now." He said, throwing his arm around my shoulder in a comforting gesture. I couldn't help it. I took a sharp snort of the pit-scented air that now engulfed me.

"Oops." He said, pulling his arm back. "Rank as a motherfucker I'll bet. Didn't get a chance to shower this morning."

I knew right then I wouldn't be happy until my face was used as his personal washcloth.


"You still have that porn stash?" he asked out of the blue.

We had decided to head to my house for a beer. Sitting on the deck in back, we had been sipping in solitude.

"Yeah.sure.why?" I stammered.

"Thought I might borrow one or two. I got a VCR in my shop in the garage. A little health wanking, you know?"

He glanced over at me. I know he had no idea, but he was saying all the right things. This was a guy who still called any fem guy he saw a faggot, and every inch of him was heterosexual. The talk was just that; two buddies commenting on what every guy did. Jacking off was universal, neither straight nor gay.

"Sure. Borrow whatever you want." I was looking at the sweaty trail down the front of his shirt. The deep furrow between his pecs was obvious, and I could make out the fur I knew he was covered with.

"Where is it?"

"Come on." I said, heading in the house.

The large box was in my bedroom closet. I pulled it out and set it on the bed. He flopped down across the bed.

"Shit, you are a pig!" he joked, pulling a well used jock from underneath him and throwing it at me.

TWITCH! TWITCH!

"You need a maid." Oh, he meant that kind of pig. I was too far into wishful thinking to consider anything else. "You still have that one with the close-up fuck shots?"

"Yep. But I think it's downstairs."

"Cued and ready, eh? Didn't interrupt anything this morning did I?" he inquired.

Maybe a little truth wouldn't hurt.

"As a matter of fact, yes. Not often I have the place to myself."

"Well, let me grab that one and I'll be out of your hair."

We went downstairs, he grabbed a couple more videos, and was gone.


Not even an hour later and he was pounding on my front door. I had stripped down to my jock, and didn't think to put something else on before I answered the door.

"What the fuck, man? Is this supposed to be some kind of joke?" he demanded, pushing me back inside with both hands. I reeled and tripped, landing hard on my ass. He was pissed, more pissed then I had ever seen him. I had no idea what had happened, but his eyes shone with fury.

"What." was all I got out of my mouth. He was on me, his body holding me down, his hands at my throat. Now I was scared. I'm a big guy, but Jake made me feel like a little kid.

"You know how I feel about that shit! What the fuck." he was beside himself.

"Look, I have no idea." I tried to calm him.

"Oh really? Really?"

He pulled me up off my feet and threw my across the room. He pushed me roughly until I was in front of the big screen TV. He jammed a video in the VCR.

The screen came to life, and I was staring at my asshole being stretched by what were obviously male fingers. Of course, you couldn't tell it was me, but I knew. I wondered how much of the tape he had seen.

"What the fuck, you think I'm some kind of fag? This ain't funny man!"

"Jake, it's not what you think. I.this tape is, um." I couldn't think of an answer that would get me off the hook. He stood in front of me, he back to the screen. Suddenly the scene changed, and I was being face fucked my two huge dicks. If he had seen this.

"I was just getting a good bone on, ready to shoot a load, and this shit pops up. Ruined my nut, man!"

"I'm sorry. What can I do about it?" I asked, trying to maintain eye contact with him, praying he wouldn't turn around and see me sucking cock.

"I don't know. I really wanted to get off. Now I have that burned into my brain." He stuck his thumb over his shoulder as he said it. Behind him, I was face down in a filthy armpit.

"Look, I'm sorry. You know I wouldn't do that on purpose." I was desperately scanning the room for the remote.

"Tell my balls that, fucker!" he snarled.

I dove for the remote on the floor. My thumb sought the stop button.

"Now what the HELL is this shit!" he yelled.

I looked up. He had turned around, and was staring open mouthed at a perfect shot of me, kneeling in front of my brother. He was sitting on the toilet, and his dick was pouring a steady stream of piss into my open mouth. He scooted down, grabbing my head and forcing my face into his hairy crack.

Jake's big hands circled my throat. He pulled my face to within an inch of his.

"You fucking faggot! You're lickin' his ass! What kind of sick mother fucker are you??" Spit flew from his mouth and splashed on my face.

I couldn't respond. In fact, everything was going dark. Jake must have realized he was about to kill me, so he loosened his grip. Disgusted, he pushed me hard away from him.

"You make me sick."

"Jake, please. You don't understand." I was pleading.

"Then why don't you explain it to me, faggot. Tell me what it is that gets your worthless dick off." He crossed his arms, waiting.

"Fine. You want to know what gets me off? How about a nice sweaty, ripe armpit to suck on. How about a cheesy, funky dick to lick clean. And yeah, a big sweaty, hairy ass can make me cum hands free. Oh, and if the stud hasn't had a bath for a while, even better! You want to know? I'll lick your dirty asshole, drink your piss, suck your fuckin' load out of your big dick! Happy??"

My outburst surprised us both. But it didn't calm him down at all.

"My asshole?? My piss?? You got the hots for the wrong dude, faggot!"

"Figure of speech." I shot back. I was pissed now, too.

"What, my shit not good enough for you?"

"What? That's not what I meant.."

His hand flew up and slapped me hard, backhand, across the face. I shut up instantly. He pushed me, hard, and I collapsed to the floor. He stood over me, one booted foot against my throat.

"I never thought I would have a faggot hot after my smelly asshole. And you want it, I know you do. Well, am I right??" He increased the pressure on my throat. "You want to suck my dirty ass?"

He didn't wait for an answer. His pants dropped, he turned around, and he sat on my face. He didn't have any underwear on, so his funky crack settled over my nose.

I shot. The smell of this man was so hot, so strong, my dick couldn't take it. The jizz oozed around my balls. I grunted.

"Suck it faggot!!" he demanded.

My tongue shot out, and I could tell that this was an ass that had never had a tongue up it. The tight hole was buried beneath the matted hair. Sweat, grime and a careless disregard for hygiene melted together into the hottest scent I had experienced. I lapped at his hole, swallowing the flavors.

"You better get it fuckin' clean, you little cunt!" he growled. I don't know if he realized he was grinding his big ass up and down. He moaned. Bingo.

I shoved hard with my tongue, and it pried open the lips of his manly ass. I could taste him fully now. The slick walls of his chute met my tongue and gripped it like a fist. I could feel something else. His dick was rock hard, slamming down on my chin as he rocked back and forth.

Suddenly, he pulled off me. Grabbing my jaw, he roughly yanked it open and shoved his entire cock down my throat. I gagged, but he held firm. His cock swelled, and he began pumping a huge load directly into my gut. I couldn't breathe, and was struggling under him. He pulled back, the thick cum filled my mouth, came out my nose and threatened to drown me.

Still shooting, he jumped up.

"You are a worthless motherfucker!" he hissed. He turned and slammed out the door.


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