The Pizza Boi Delivered By Lovediego@aol.com Copyright 2003
Disclaimer
This is an adult gay male story. All of the actors portrayed are over the age of 18, even when otherwise stated. This is artwork that contains sexually explicate and graphic depictions which may not be suitable for all readers, including; gay sex, urination, general male raunch and pig actions. If you are under the age of 18 and/or do not wish to read such material, please leave. All others please stay and enjoy the ride.
(As usual, write me and let me know what you think. I do respond to all letters. Please no flames or Ims.)
This story is dedicated to all of the men who wrote me requesting an African-American main charecter. enjoy :) D.
Chapter 1-
O.K, the first thing you should know about me is that I love rainy days. There is something about the wet, musky, humid smell that arrives before each raindrop that gets me in this kewl mellow spot. I love to hear the rain splash down on my windowpane as the wind rushes by the trees. In the autumn, it's smooth and sexy as the cool chilling air meets with the frigid drops to create the perfect mood for fucking.
So, I love the rain, except for when it catches me off guard. It was Sunday, and like every Sunday, I roller blade up and down the Westside Highway. Last year the city of New York finally finished refurbishing the dilapidated Christopher Street piers and made this beautiful outdoor play ground for gay men to run around, sun bathe and flaunt their great toned and sculpted bodies. There are two areas for guys to lay out and catch some sun as they boy watch and fall asleep on the grass.
Well, this summer never arrived. It had been cold and rainy since June. The highest temperature was usually around 82 degrees. I hated it. This southern boi needed some sun. Finally, I had enough. I got out my blades, my sun block, my short-shorts and ignored the clouds as I headed out to the piers. As usual, I didn't wear a tee shirt or underpants. I spend a hell of a lot of time in the gym and figured, if I could not make it to the beach to show it off, I was going to do the next best thing. After about 2 hours in the haze of the day I was starting to believe that the sun was going to come out. Until, within moments of that thought, the sky opened up, thunder started to clap, lighting stuck some office buildings over in Jersey, and I got completely drenched.
It took only minutes for my entire body to be glazed in a coating of humid rainwater. My thin shorts had become see through and as I frantically tried to blade home without skidding into on coming traffic, I felt my big dick flop back and forth against my thighs as I sped up and raced through the streets of the Village. Luckily for me I was only about 10 min from home before the storm hit because any further away I would have been stranded under some torn awning with fellow sun seekers waiting for the showers to abate.
Somehow I made it home without killing myself. When roller blades get wet, the brakes don't have any friction to help you stop. This is how lots of novices get hurt. I'm not a novice, but I'm also not an idiot. Taking off my blades and wet socks, I walked up the 4 flights to my apartment on Charles Street in my bare feet, watching as the water fell from my 5'11" body in buckets. My soaking wet socks were clutched in my left hand while I carried my blades in my right. I could feel that every inch of my body was completely wet as I squished as I walked. With each rise of my legs up the steps I could feel the water run from my shaved head down my neck, through my shoulder blades, down my back and spine and finally drop off through the crack of my hairy ass.
With the warm heat and high humidity was the mixture of my own body odor. The fragrance of heavy summer air and sweat was all around me in the enclosed hallway. I was giving off a powerful funk after spending a couple of hours blading. I don't sight-see while I'm out, it's a true work out for me so I get really sweaty and really funky really quickly. And contrary to popular opinion, rainwater alone will not cleanse your body...boy you need to wash your dirty ass with soap to get that fresh feeling. Other wise your wet...and you still stink.
I entered my apartment, dropped my socks and blades and headed for the hall closet where I kept all of my towels and sheets. I took two of the large black towels from the top shelf and brought them back with me to the living room. The two windows by the couch were still open but none of the summer shower had started to come into the apartment. I decided to let them stay open as I placed the towels on the couch, stripped out of my wet shorts, dropping them to the floor, and lay on top of the towels, hoping to dose off to sleep lullabied by the rain drops.
After about 10 wonderful minutes of blissful sleep, I was rudely awakened by the door buzzer. Not the down stairs buzzer but the one on my apartment door. This means that it is one of my neighbours or someone let in by one of them, that has gotten lost. I tried to ignore it and go back to sleep. I nuzzled my head on one of the large sofa pillows and tried to drown out the second and then third ring, before finally getting off the couch and walking to the door after the fourth ring.
"Who is it?" I said in a tough New York City sort of way. I didn't have a peephole on the door so I really had now idea who it was. Just as much as it could've been one of my neighbours, it could've been an axe murderer. Ok, maybe not that last one...I stayed up watching horror movies the night before.
"Tony's pizza!" Came back the voice. I know I didn't order pizza, fuck, I just go in the door myself.
"I didn't order pizza, you got the wrong apartment." I yelled back, lightly stepping away from the door, hoping to finish my nap.
"Sure you did, you just buzzed me in." Obviously I was dealing with a future rocket scientist.
"Look, I didn't buzz you in and I didn't order pizza. Go away and have a nice day or go away and don't have a nice day, either way go the fuck away."
I didn't mean to be so rude but this guy was interrupting what I was hoping to be a really raunchy dream starring me and the cast from OZ.
"Ugh, look, I guess that someone is playing some trick on me, but I really need some help here. This is the 3rd time this week that this has happened to me. My boss said that if it happened again, I would be fired. I really need this job to pay for school. Could you please just buy the pizza from me...I'll do anything, just please help me out."
His voice sounded sincere and I knew that there were some badass kids on the 5th floor with a reputation of calling local pizza joints and pulling this sort of stupid prank.
"What kind is it?" I could at least ask, right?
After a long pause, where the rocket scientist was obviously reading the box with some difficulty, I heard.
"Vegetable!" Cool, I'm a vegetarian. And I was hungry.
"OK, I'll buy it." I went to the trouble of opening and unlocking the 4 locks on my door, it is New York City, totally forgetting about my own state of undress.
I swung the door open as if I was fully clothed, to a very attractive young Puerto Rican kid. He looked to be about 21 years old and was wearing a pair of baggy shorts with a tight tee shirt with the words "Tony's Pizzeria" inscribed across his large chest. He was just as wet as I was when I got home. His shorts were saggy down lower than the usually expectable point of the mid hip and were much closer to his thighs. He looked a bit tired but not too worse for the wear. I noticed that he had very thick bushy eyebrows and the showings of stubble all along his cheeks and chin. His white sneakers and socks were dingy with the day's rain and looked to be nothing more than water holders at this point. The boy was cute at around 5'10", maybe 170lbs at most. His frame was muscular to stocky. He was solid and built.
"Ugh, you want me to wait while you put some clothes on?" He stammered a bit as he looked down to the ground after looking at my hairy chest. I was standing with the door open showing the world my brown basket of goodies. I'm very hairy for an African-American man. My carmel brown chest is fully coated and the hairs run all the way down my stomach in smooth patches to my thick black pubes. My arms and legs are also coated in the fine hairs. It usually gets me a lot of attention. As it was right then with this kid trying to keep his eyes of my bod.
"Naw, its cool. How much?" I didn't care if he stared. It was obviously his sexuality on the line, not mine.
"It's a large with everything, and that's usually, $15 but since you didn't order it and you are doing me a favor, I'll take $13."
"I'll give you $10, plus a tip. That's my final answer, don't ask for more." The little shit looked me in my eye for a moment then paused. I could almost hear the wheels in his brain turning as he calculated which was better; a full price for the pizza for his boss without tip for himself, or less money for Tony but more for himself. I love New York, there's a greedy motherfucker on every corner.
"OK, I'll take it."
I motion for him to come inside so that I could get my wallet. As I turned I heard the heavy door shut behind us and felt him staring at my hairy ass as I walked toward my wet shorts still on the floor. As I bent over to pick them up, I decided to give him something to truly look at. I slowly bent at the waist and lingered there as I pretended to fumble for my wallet. I mumbled something under my breath to fake frustration as I stayed in that position for an unusually long time. I spread my thick legs a bit to give him ample opportunity to see not just the outside of my butt cheeks but also to get a glimpse of my fuck trench. I never, ever shave my balls or ass, so I know that I look like a hairy brown bear down there. After I felt like he had enough of a peep show, I pulled out my wallet and turned toward him.
The thought of this hot little "college" prick, staring at my ass got my Johnson a little excited. The exhibitionist in me woke up from its short slumber and got my dick to a state of semi-erection. For me this means that my cock was about 7 thick inches with a nice piece of dick skin. As I walked toward the kid, with my dick bouncing from one leg to the other and finally coming to rest on my huge nut sac, I knew that he could see the difference between my legs, as he no longer tried to hide his glances that were quickly turning to stares.
"You ok?" I asked being a bit of a prick.
"Ugh, yeah, I'm fine.... it's just a bit hot in here, that's all." His eyes never left my dick as he stammered out a lame excuse. He was starting to sweat as he took a few steps closer to me to take the $15 from my hand. From under his arms I noticed the tell-tell signs of funky man perspiration. His body was coated with more sweat than rain as he slowly put one foot in front of the other and crossed the few feet across the wood floor to where I was standing. I didn't move. I wanted his little ass to come to me. I spread my legs and arms a bit to let some of the stink from my body escape into the air. I wanted to see what else my new little buddy would find to be interesting. Did he like the way a real man smelled? Did he want to sniff and lick my rank pits, would he tongue bathe the stink from my funky balls? Would he suck my hairy hole? I was so preoccupied with what I was showing him, that I totally missed what he was showing me until it was directly in front of my face.
As he stood less than 2 feet in front of me while still staring at my dick, I looked down at his shorts. The top of them was hanging so low that I could see the tops of his brown curly pubes. His stomach was just as flat as mine, if not flatter -the little shit, and was covered in hair too. He had that "V" shape that disappeared into the sweat pants material of his shorts. The front of which was now much larger than when I opened the door. He was sportin a woody. On top of that, my little smart ass had started to leak cock snot that was starting to fill the size of a 50-cent piece. The spot was low on his shorts. This means that this boy had a big dick. My member does the same thing. It takes a lot of direct stimulation to get a size 10 dick to r-i-s-e. Ordinarily, it gets big and thick and stares at the floor like a big snake, but when things get hot and heavy, he will rise again like the new south and be stiff as Pittsburgh steel.
As the pizza boi, reached his hand out for the bills, I closed my fist and grabbed his fore arm. I pulled him to me so quickly that he didn't have a chance to protest, even if he wanted to, which I'm not sure he did. I brought my arm around his waist and rubbed my growing dick against his. As he opened his mouth to say something to me, I lunged toward his face and kissed him hard, almost violently. His mouth was still open so I stuck my tongue in and searched out his. Almost instinctively he kissed me back. I grabbed the back of his head and forced his mouth closer to me and started to suck on his thick pink lips. He moaned as I went back to tongue fucking his face. His hips gyrated against mine as the pizza box and the money fell from our hands onto the floor.
I held him tight this way until I felt him start to pull away. I wasn't trying to rape the kid, so I let him go. I also wasn't afraid that he would slug me or anything since I was significantly larger than him and older by about 10 years. I could take him in a fistfight in my own home, if necessary. I let go of his waist and gave him the freedom to run for the door, if he wanted to.
"I didn't want you to stop, I just wanted to get out of my gear so that we could both be naked."
Hot damn, my little smart-ass pizza boi was a fag! He used his heels to pull off his sneakers and socks and let the heavy wet material of his shorts just fall to the floor. I guess he was keeping them up purely by the power of suggestion. He pulled his tee shirt up over his head and was totally naked in lest than 30 seconds
Fuck, this boi was hot. I was right about his weight but I didn't figure him to be so muscular and toned. He was a gym boi for sure. The hair on his chest was trimmed short allowing his pecs to still retain much of their size. His left nipple was adorned with a silver ring that stood out from his otherwise all natural look. The treasure trail down to his dick was thick and bushy. He didn't like to trim his pubes either. Finally, my eyes made it down to his crotch. He had a big dick that needed no further introduction. It pointed at the floor and leaked a constant flood of dick spit that hung and dangled from the tip of his foreskin in an obscene nasty string that connected him to my floor. His thick nuts looked heavy in their sac and full of man milk just waiting to explode. They too were coated in fur, which led right to his tree trunk legs. This bastard even had hairy toes!
I dragged my eyes back up to his face and noticed that he was actually more man than boy, still young but not the child I thought he was. His eyes were deep set and slightly exotic. His cheekbones were high and were a perfect match to his tanned copper skin. There was a scar just over his left eye, that added a bit of mystery and sexiness to him. His hair was close cropped and ran right into his in growing beard. He was a handsome man.
As he stepped back into my arms, I realized that he was a handsome man that also stunk. As he motioned to kiss me, I tilted my head and started to sniff around his body. He stunk so good. He smelled more of musk than of rain. And definitely not like a young boy. No, this young man had the smell of a hard workingman. I guess that running up and down New York City apartment buildings built up a sweat on his body. His sweet aroma was like a drug to my nose...and my dick.
"Oh, sorry, dude. I guess I'm really ripe. I've been working all day and the showers at my dorm are broken so I haven't been able to take one for the past 2 days."
I had to take a deep breath and close my eyes for a moment as he rumbled on through his apology. He had no idea that both were unnecessary. The apology, or the shower. I couldn't believe my luck. This man was actually delivered to my front door. He was cute, sexy, hairy and even funky. Got damn, this was going to be a good day. I thought this was the dumb type of shit that only happened in porn stories. There was no way that it was happening to me, but yet here I was standing in front of him and it was no story. Not yet.
"So, if you don't want to do anything because I stink that's ok, I understand most guys aren't into that. I'll just leave, if that's ok?"
No, it wasn't ok. I pulled him in towards me again and finished our rough kiss. I didn't tell him that I was a raunch pig. That I loved man smells. I didn't tell him that the smell of his body was intoxicating and that I wanted to sniff and smell every inch of him and then lick him clean. I would be his personal shower. No, I didn't tell him. I figured it would be better to just show him.
I wanted to test his limits first. I don't have vanilla sex, it's a waste of my time. It's boring and there are only so many ways that men can fuck and suck before every thing has been done, over done and done to death. At 33 years old, I have done every thing that 2, 3, 4, and even 5 people can do with vanilla sex. Luckily for me I met a man a few years ago that opened my eyes to the beautiful thing that is pig fucking.
Chapter 2---
I met Scott at Black Pride fest in Philadelphia about 3 years ago. He looked so at home amongst all the brothers and the hombres shaking his white ass to the tribal beat. His tanned skin glistened with sweat as he danced and grooved on the dance floor surrounded by hundreds of brown men. He was in heaven. He had his shirt off and exposed his hairy chest to the room. Both his nipples were pierced and he had 5 tattoos over his body. He kept his hair cut short and wore dark sunglasses on the dance floor. As I walked in his direction, pushing past more than a few of his admirers, his funk hit me hard. I stopped in my tracks to see if it was really him that smelled so fucking good. I was so engrossed by his man smell that I wasn't paying attention to the shifts and swells of the masses dancing next to me. As the crowd moved I was forced along into his direction and I accidentally pushed and pinned him up against a wall. He smiled as our bodies were pushed further together by the crowd. Our pelvises bumped and grinded to the music. I smiled back and soon we were fucking back at his hotel room.
Scott was staying at some cheap hotel that smelled of mold and mildew. The small color TV was tuned to a station that showed porn constantly. I'm still not sure if it was gay or straight even though I saw a lot of dick and ass on the screen. We had been drinking a lot at the club and when we finally made it back to his hotel, we were amazingly drunk. We stumbled in and stripped at the door and quickly started to kiss and search out each other's bodies. As our tongues wrestled, our hands groped and our fingers found ways into sweaty hairy orifices. My digits sought out his musky hole first and fingered him hard until I had gotten 4 up his hot fuck trench. Scott went straight for my big dick and slowly milked me to a solid state of erection. We kept kissing and moaning in each others mouths as our mutual exploration continued. As I kept fingering his hole, I noticed that the tiny dank room took on the smell of ass. I was not as offended as I thought I would be. I actually liked it. There was something very male about it. Something very male about him. His smell was not like some twink or little boy. It was all grown up and filled with hints of bowel spice, piss and jock sweat, like a locker room but with more testosterone. Scott opened his legs wider so that I could have better access to his shit pit. I was starting to love the smell of this man so much that I wanted to enjoy all of him. The thing I remember most about Scott from our first meeting, outside of his big dick and killer ass, was that he never apologized for smelling stink. He didn't give explanations for why his shit trench was, well...packed with shit. He didn't care that his arms were funky and that he sweated like a pig. He couldn't care less what anyone thought of his never-been-trimmed-pubes or his thick hairy nut sac that was pierced...twice. And best of all, he even thought that there was a standard way a guy was supposed to smell and when he didn't smell that way, Scott thought the man had been another casualty of a "bitch whipped society". There was not one single moment where he felt the need to make amends for being a man, smelling like a man and fucking like a man.
Soon we were laying naked on the creaking bed with me on top. I was shorter and lighter than Scott. His massive chest heaved with every breath as I took in the site of him. He was just as coated in fur as I am now. At the time I trimmed every hair and kept my body as clean smelling as my mother told me to. I had been known to apologize for not smelling so fresh, or being embarrassed when there was dick cheese under my hood, or when my ass smelled like shit actually came out from it. Yeah, I was bitch whipped. But Scott changed all that.
He noticed that I took my time smelling his body as he watched me. He lifted each arm to allow me access to his hairy pits. I would sniff and linger there until he would lift the other one, and I would dive in with wild abandon. I followed his hairlines down his stomach with my tongue and found heaven in his bush. I inhaled all the musky odors found there but skipped his dick entirely as I headed further south for his balls. There I found my second most favorite part of a man. Buried beneath his forest were huge golf ball sized nuts that lived in a nice wrinkled sac of skin. I took each one in my mouth separately and twirled them around my mouth and tongue before engulfing both. They were large and filled my cheeks to the point of pain. I rubbed his hairy legs as I sucked on his balls. Scott moaned at my touch as I again fingered his hole. This last movement opened his legs giving me more access to my ultimate favorite spot on a man's body. I let his family jewels flop free from my wet embrace and moved my head down toward his ass.
Scott raised his knees to his head and gripped them from the underside. I now had total access to his fuck trench. For the first time in my life I was staring directly into a man's shitter. He was so hairy down there that I couldn't see his pink eye staring back at me, but I knew it was there because I could smell it. And boy did it smell. I must've been really drunk because I let my nose take in all of the smells around his hole and I loved every minute of it. I moved some of the course hairs around with my fingers to get me closer to the opening that was giving off such a wonderful spice. The aroma was heady and dark, laced with funk that could only come from shit. His rank hole was peppered with a muskiness that felt so natural to me, and my steel hard dick. I kept sniffing, I was still too new, and too afraid of these new feelings to dive in with my tongue and take long swipes at his wrinkled ass skin. For the moment I had had enough. The smells alone were arousing, any thing else would have to be for another day.
Sensing that I had reached my raunch limit, Scott slowly lowered his legs and let me up. I got back on top of his massive 6'1", 190lbs frame only to have him flip me over onto my back. He wasted no time pushing my legs up into the air and seeking out my fuck trench. Unlike me, Scott was not shy or timid about ass smells or tastes. He knew what he wanted and right then and there he wanted my stink.
He sniffed around a bit before sticking his pointed tongue up my ass. The moist feeling of his wet invader made me shutter. I closed my eyes and moaned as he probed the outer ring of my most private dark part. Like a lover his kissed my hole over and over again. The wrinkles and folds around my anus quivered with his caress and bloomed into a small rose. I spread my legs to give him greater access. My legs were open, my hole was stretching to unbelievable new lengths and Scott just kept tongue fucking me. I never believed that my hole could receive so much pleasure from a tongue alone. He rimmed me over and over again, beginning with the outside wall and working his way into the inner linings of my rectum. I could here him sniffing like a dog around my ass and then lapping up any and all of my butt juices. Scott's spit was all over and around my ass. I felt so wet and dirty. Well, I was dirty and funky down there. I didn't mention it to Scott, obviously at this point he knew. And, he didn't make a fuss over talking about how shitty my ass was, he just starting licking away any of the smells that he found. He was happy, I was happy, we were happy in our pig play.
I've never been one for talking during sex, and most of my partners had been the same way, until Scott. He liked to talk. As he was literally sucking on my hole he took time to tell me what he thought of my body and what were doing. I guess he thought that I needed some encouragement or incentive because as time went on he was giving me straight directions on what to do next.
"OH fuck, that's it. Open those legs for me. Good, good. Let that butt funk out. Yeah baby, let it all out. I wanna smell your ass. Spread those cheeks for me. Good. Oh fuck that's what I like. You like it when I kiss your ass? If you do, spread that brown hole for me. Oh, fuck yeah, you do like it."
"Come on baby boi. I wanna smell you. What's up that tight hairy fuck trench of yours? What's making that sweet nasty smell? I know that smell. It smells good. You like that smell? I know you like it. Moan for me loader if you like the smell of man butt."
I moaned loudly into the pillow and just listened to his dirty talk. When he wasn't talking he was eating butt like a pro. He caressed and fondled my balls while he sucked on my hole and other times he would reach up and pinch my nipples. I looked down a couple of times and saw my huge dick, engulfed in blood as all 10 inches pointed at the ceiling. I was dripping dick juice on to my stomach, that Scott immediately used his fingers to pick up and coat my wrinkled eye with before licking the sticky substance off. We moaned and rocked in unison.
Scott moved his face away from my ass but replaced his lips with a few fingers. I was wet and so open that his large fingers slid into my hole with ease. I was so horny from his rimming that I pulled my legs up onto my chest and allowed him free reign to finger fuck me. He stared up into my eyes as he rested his head on my stomach, just inches away from my hard dick, and fingered me lovingly. He was gentile at first then sped up his maneuvers with time. He poked, prodded and stretched my hole to new lengths. I kept moaning as he rammed his 4 fingers up my dirty trench. My head jerked back and forth with each thrust. Scott hit a couple of things up my shit chute that changed my life forever.
"Oh, fuck, you feel that baby? You feel me playing in your shit. Yeah, that's what's in my hand right now, a load of your heavy dump. It feels warm on my fingers. You like it when I play in your shit? Feels good right? Yeah, and that right there, that's your prostate that I just hit. Fuck, feels good too, right? All that shit has filled your anal canal and my fingers are massaging your fuck nut."
And that was what did it for me. I was totally changed by a man who shoved 4 fingers up my ass, massaged my prostate and played in my shit. I would never be the same again.
I started to dose off into some bizarre sex haze when Scott took all of my Johnson into his mouth in one gulp. He swallowed me down to my pubes. He nursed on my dick like a baby while he gave my hole the attention that it deserved. After a few minutes of taking my dick whole, Scott came up for air and peeled back my foreskin. I was clean. He looked a bit sad, but went to sucking on my big knob anyway. His tongue spread my piss slit and frisked inside my urethra for any left over rank water. He jerked the base of my dick widely in unison with his fingers in my ass. I was past the point of moaning. I just closed my eyes and let this sexy man have his way with my body.
"Yeah, that's it, just relax. Let your big bro work that dick and ass over for you. Yeah baby boi, I know how to make a man feel good...and dirty. You like my fingers in your ass? You like the smell of man shit filling the room? I know I do. It stinks so fuckin good in here. Yo, I want you to do something for me. Can you do something for me? Huh baby, can you do something to make me feel good, something nasty and raunchy?"
I wasn't sure of what he wanted, but after the way he was making me feel there was nothing that I wouldn't do for this man.
"You think you can piss for me? Can you let loose with some of that bladder that you got building up after all those beers. Can you let me suck that nasty yellow water out of your piss slit? I love the smell of your butt but I'm thirsty, you got any funky water in those pipes to quench my thirst?"
Oh, water sports. I had heard about people liking stuff like that, but had never met anyone truly into it. Well, I had been drinking a lot and I could take a piss. If he wanted it, he could have it. What the hell.
"Sure, but you should know that I have never done anything like this before. I don't know what to do." Its true. I didn't want to fuck up his fantasy.
"Don't worry, I'll guide you through it. All you have to do is let go with a slow stream and then when I've swallowed about half, let go with the rest at full thrust. Just relax and let your dick do what it does best."
Without taking his hands out of my ass, Scott put his mouth back over my dick. I had shrunk down a bit, so now it was easier for me to piss. He covered my cock head and then nodded. Very slowly I released the first drops of my beer piss into his hot mouth. I could feel him leaving some in before swallowing. My dick was swimming in piss. It was warm and comforting around my dick, just like his fingers still massaging my inner ass walls. After some time, the intensity of my piss increased. It felt so good to let go of some of my rank water. Scott moaned into my dick as he gulped and swallowed every yellow rain drop. He was loving every moment and even pulled up off of my dick to let my whiz coat his face and chest. He started to smell like a urinal. He smiled as he pointed my pissing prick all over his face and chest until the last streams landed directly on his hairy bush. The last drops dripped onto my stomach as he released me and let me take a moment to except that I had just pissed in a guy's mouth.
As I stared off into space, Scott pulled me down to him and kissed me hard. His mouth tasted of stale urine. It was salty brine that was also a bit sweet. He kissed me hard and even bit my tongue a few times. I began to moan and gyrate my hips as we piss kissed and he continued to finger my ass. I was very happy. He grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled away from your lip lock.
"I wanna fuck your shitty ass! I want you to open you legs wide and let me stretch that hole good for you. I want the smell of your butt to stink up the air, as you shit your funk onto my dick."
He was nothing if not direct. I was so horny and out of my element. He was leading this raunchy dance. I nodded my head and let him have his way with me. I was expecting Scott to go directly for my ass but he didn't. He got us in to a 69 position with his floppy dick staring me in the face. He maneuvered himself so that he was looking right at my sloppy hole as he still continued to finger me. I took the hint and sniffed around his dick.
Like me, Scott was uncut, but he had a long foreskin that hid his huge dick helmet and hung down like a skin straw. I figured his cock was about as large as mine, if not larger but he was definitely thicker than me. Because of the color of his skin, I could see all of the pink and red veins running along the base and sides of his member. His dick skin fit like a too small turtleneck over his head. It looked obscene. He also had a left curve to his cock that felt good in my hand as I jerked it a bit to get used to his great size. He smelled funky and manly from pubes to head partly because of the piss bath he got from me. I peeled back his hood to discover a treasure trove of cock cheese that almost turned his pink knob white. The size of his head was enormous. It was so bulbous that it was able to collect what seemed to be at least a weeks worth of smega without losing one flake. I had never let my dick go so long without a good scrubbing so I was not used to the strong smell that accompanied it. How I didn't smell his dick through his pants at the club I don't know. It was so over powering that I could not smell my ass anymore over his stinky dick. I wanted to suck on his dick so badly that I ignored the smell assaulting my nostrils and took his head in whole. Scott had a true ass splitter. His pink glands were large and filled my mouth like his nuts had earlier. I had to stretch my mouth and relax my jaw just to get all of his head in. I knew that I would never be able to swallow his entire dick, not without practice. I wondered how my ass would be able to take it. I decided that I better lube his knob well so that it would slide in with minimal pain.
As I sucked and nursed on his dick head, Scott continued to prepare my ass for the assault that would soon come from his big cock. He watched his fingers enter and leave my hole with rude noises following close behind. After so much work on my hole, my butt started to belch and let loose greater amounts of stench into the warm stale air. He seemed to be mesmerized by his actions and how my sphincter was adjusting to being so abused. His nose was very close to my fuck trench so I know that he was getting the full effect of these butt burst, but he never moved one inch away from my ass.
"Oh, fuck baby, let that butt funk out. Let me hear you rip that ass. Oh fuck, it smells so good down here. You should see how good your hole looks from here. It's so pink and swollen and covered in brown fudge. Fuck, it looks so hot. I can't wait to stick my big dick up your shitty hole. You want your big bro's uncut cock to massage your man pussy? I can do that for you. Yeah, just keep feasting on my knob and get me good and wet to pound your cunt. That's it. Squeeze my big hairy nuts, yeah, make me feel it. Fuck yeah!"
Scott talked and fingered me to a point of almost exhaustion. I was almost ready to cum as I sucked on his big dick. But I knew that he had plans, so I let up my sucking and let him move into position to fuck my nasty hole.
He got off of the bed and pulled me down to the edge. My butt and hole were open and exposed resting on his legs. Scott stood straight up and gazed down at my sweat drenched body. This was the most excitement and work that I'd done sexually in a long time. I was experiencing new things and breaking down old sexual barriers. It was a good thing for me. As I watched him tower above me, he stroked his massive dick. He jerked his long dick straw over his knob and down his veiny shaft. His balls bounced up and down as he played with his prick. There was a huge smile of satisfaction on his face as he ran his fingers over my legs and whispered dirty thoughts into the air. I was so relaxed that anything that happened from here on was going to be gravy. Lucky for me...I like gravy.
To be continued...