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Sleazy Stud - Part 2 by Rim4you
Chapter 1
I couldn't believe what was happening. Here I was in the kitchen, kneeling in a pool of a spilled bottle of Icehouse, rubbing my face against Brad's ass while he brazenly shit his pants. My cock was thobbing wildly within my jeans, oozing pre-cum like crazy, as the stench of fresh butt sludge drifted up my nostrils.
Groping Brad's crotch, I kneaded it with my hands while a stream of his warm piss soaked the front of his levis and ran down his legs.
I tried to rationalize with myself that what I was doing, what Brad was doing, was all out disgusting. The stink was horrendous. The tell-tale signs of what Brad was doing was more than obvious from the dark, wet stains, fore and aft, forming on his levis. But I was so caught up in the heat of the moment and crazy with lust that it all seemed so erotic and sensual. And, oddly enough, I was so sexually charged by what was happening that the raunchiness of it all, that initial disgust, quickly dissipated and I found myself giving in wholeheartedly to my carnal desires.
"Oh baby!" Brad moaned, thrusting his ass back and grinding his mounds on my face, "get fucking nasty with me, man! Feels so fucking good, Adam. Fucking shitting and pissing my pants, buddy! Feels so fucking warm and nasty! So fucking stink, man. Smell it! Smell my stink, Adam!"
"Aw fuck!" I groaned, slamming my face against Brad's butt and feeling the warm, wet, reeking goo against my face through the material of his now filthy levis.
"Yeah, motherfucker! Spread my stink all over my ass. I can feel it squishing up and down the crack of my ass, Adam. I can feel it on my fucking balls. Feels so good, man. So fucking nasty!"
I tilted my head back so I could look at Brad's ass. The seat of his levis had darkened considerably. Through the thread-bare material I could see and smell the deep chocolate stain as it formed a line along the crack of Brad's ass and spread out over his buttcheeks.
"I'm a fucking sleazy stud, Adam!" Brad groaned, gyrating his hips so that the material of his levis streatched taut over his ass, spreading the pasty, smelly sludge even more. "Been wanting to do this all day, Adam. Take a nice big dump in my levis and get fucking nasty!"
I quickly fumbled with my zipper to free my aching, throbbing dick. Freeing it, I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked. With each stroke of my hand, up and down the rigid shaft, a pearly drop of pre-cum drooled out of the pisshole. The slick juice lubed my cock as I masturbated and my body trembled with raunchy lust.
I had never felt like this before. This turned on before. It seemed as if, for the very first time, I was totally immersed in man to man sex. For the first time, it seemed as though every single one of my senses was being electrified and all sensations heightened. The aroma of shit that swirled in the air, which beforehand I found somewhat repugnant but tolerable, was now an erotic, intoxicating elixir. The way Brad slowly swiveled his hips, the sound of his raspy voice whispering obscenities, charmed me like a snake charmer charming a snake.
"That looks good enough to eat!" Brad whispered, looking down at my cock. "Big, fat, juicy cock! The kind of cock I need up my dirty manpussy, Adam!"
"Yeah?" I purred, hawking a wad of spit into the palm of my hand and adding more lube to my dick. "Fucking want this fag cock up your stinking, filthy shithole, Brad?"
"Fuck yeah!" Brad sighed, gyrating his ass in the air wildly. "I want to suck that big dick with my shitty asshole, man! I need it. I want it."
"Fucking jock like you enjoy having a fag's dick up your jock cunt?" I continued, slowing stroking my dick.
"Yes! Yes!" Brad groaned. "Fuck me, man! Shove that big dick up my raunchy hole! Bring this worthless jock-stud down to his knees, Adam, and rape my filthy cunt! I need a man to ride my jockhole!"
"Fucking nasty boy!" I hissed, slowly rising to my feet and positioning myself behind Brad, grabbing him by the waist I began to rub my dick up and down, what I knew to be, his dirty buttcrack.
"I'm a fucking pig, man!" Brad moaned. "Gotta have it stink, dirty and raunchy!"
"Oh yeah!" I teased, humping his butt. "You want my big dick pounding your dirty hole, don't you? You want it bad, don't you, jock-boy?"
"Please!" Brad pleaded. "Fuck me! I need it bad."
"But you're all dirty, Brad. And you smell like a pile of shit!" I gasped, yanking Brad up, his head resting against my shoulder and his body quivering with animal heat.
"I am shit!" Brad moaned. "I'm nothing but a stinking pile of shit that needs to be fucked like a pig! Please, Adam ..."
I gazed into the lust crazed eyes. I saw the hunger. The need. The desire. I marvelled at the way this hunky jock could and would surrender himself to his most decadent of carnal lusts to obtain sexual gratification.
Brad's body trembled as I ran my hand over his chest. Grasping a nipple between my fingers, I pinched hard.
"Fuck! Fuck yeah!" Brad moaned, burying his face into the nape of my neck. "Aaaaaahhhhhh!"
As he rolled his head from side to side in obvious pleasure and pain as I squeezed his nipple harder and harder, his mouth dropped open. Hawking up a wad of spit I hurled it into Brad's open mouth.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Brad sighed, swallowing my spit wad and smacking his lips with pleasure, all the while grinding his ass against my crotch. Treat me like the fucking pig that I need to be."
As I continued to tweak his tit mercilessly and as he writhed in sexual pleasure, groping himself, I slid my hand down his back. Pausing at the top of Brad's levis, I sensed Brad's body quivering, as if in anticipation of my next move.
I hesitated for a split second, pondering if this was what I really wanted to do. But I was overcome with my own lust, the intoxicating smell of Brad's filth and the throbbing of my dick to prevent my hand from sliding into the seat of Brad's levis.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Brad moaned, as my fingers slid into the warm, pasty, smelly goo that packed his hairy butt trench.
"You like that? Don't you, bitch?" I hissed, grazing his lips with mine, drooling spit into his mouth as I ran my hand up and down his filthy asscrack.
"Fuck! Fuck yeah!" Brad moaned, bucking his ass against my roaming hand.
"You like having your shitty ass played with? Don't you, Brad?"
"Yes! Do whatever you want, Adam! I'm your fucking shit pig!"
"Gonna be my fucking jock-whore tonight?" I cooed, spitting into his open mouth.
"I'll be anything you want me to be, Adam!" Brad sighed. "I'll do anything you want. Just treat me like shit!"
"You are shit!" I hissed, digging two fingers into his raunchy, filthy hole.
"Aw fuck! Fuck yeah!" Brad cried out, at the rough intrusion of my digits and the constant tweaking of his erect nipple with my fingers.
"Fucking, dirty shit pig!" I droaned on, hawking up another wad of spit and splattering it onto his face. The frothy spittle rolled down the bridge of his nose onto his cheek.
"Oh yeah!" Brad moaned, impaling himself onto my fingers and raising his hands to his face, began to smear the spit all over his face.
"Yeah! Wash your face with spit, pig!"
As Brad swirled his hands over his face, I yanked my hand out of the back of his levis. My fingers and the palm of my hand was covered in a thick, smelly coating of shit as I brought it up before the two of us.
As if in a trance, Brad and I stared at my filthy hand. I could see chunky clumps of turd between my fingers. The ripe stench was more powerful now as the air, gushing from the air-conditioning vent, sent the noxious fumes swirling up our nostrils. I could feel Brad's body trembling and his breaths, raspy and deep.
"Smell it, pig!" I whispered, bringing my hand to within inches of his handsome face. "Smell your stink. The slop from your jock cunt!"
Ffffffuuuuuucccccckkkkkk!" Brad rasped, in a long, drawn out breath. "Fucking pig shit, man! My cunt stink!"
"Yeah! That's your fucking stink manpussy alright!" I hissed, taking my hand and rubbing it all over his face. "Smell your stink, jock-boy! Lick it! Eat shit, pig!"
Brad snorted his filth and sucked three fingers into his mouth. His warm, wet lips wrapped around my digits and sucked. The sound of sloppy slurping filled the kitchen amid our raspy breaths and groans of animalistic heat.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" Brad moaned, clasping my hand with his and guiding each stinking, shit coated finger into his hungry mouth. "Tastes so fucking good, man! So fucking nasty!"
"Yeah! Eat shit, pig!" I hollered, finger fucking his mouth as I grinded my crotch agaist his butt and pinched his tit. "Fucking filthy whore!"
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Stinking shit! It's what I live for, man! Fucking dirty hole and shit!"
"Yeah? You love shit, man? Stinking turd?"
"Yes! Yes!" Brad gasped.
I could see Brad's lips tinged a filthy hue of brown. Brown colored spit drooled out of the corners of his mouth and dripped from his chin onto his t-shirt. His breath reeked of sloppy asshole. Watching him feasting on his buttslop only turned me on even more.
I was becoming overwhelmed with urges and desires that I couldn't resist or control. It seemed as though my throbbing cock had become my brain and dictated my every move parylyzing all rational thought.
My eyes riveted upon Brad's sucking mouth ringed with shit. I imagined that that was what a gaping, dirty asshole looked like. The stench swirling up my nostrils lured me, drew me towrads the source of the stink.
All self control lost in a sea of carnal lust, I found myself with my lips against Brad's. Closing my eyes and breathing stench, I felt fingers. My own filthy digits entering my mouth and Brad's lips on mine. I could feel his foul saliva wetting my lips and his tongue flicking against the fingers in my mouth.
I lost my grip on Brad's tit and wrapped my arm around his waist and drew him to me forcefully. I could feel the heat of his body against mine. His ass grinding against my rock hard dick.
A tangy, bitter flavor filled my mouth. I was instantly repelled yet turned on at the same time. There was a momentary reflex to gag. To expell that which was in my mouth. Yet at the same time, my cock twitched and seemed to throb its approval of the actions of my mouth which, by now, I found myself sucking on my rancid fingers and moaning with greedy lust.
I had gone beyond the sensation of eating out a man's sweaty, funky smelling asshole. Now I had in my mouth the product of a man's asshole. Chunks of Brad's turd was dissolving in my mouth and I continued to suck on my fingers hungrily.
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