Story Codes (M/M, WS, farting)
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It is still dark outside as I lay in bed. I woke with a strong urge to pee. Nothing I tried would let me piss without waking up first. So I keep my eyes closed, concentrate, and let it go. At first there is resistance, but after letting out a juicy fart, I feel the familiar warmth flow in my briefs and down the sides of my legs. The warm piss pools by my ass. I let off a little more gas and then fall back to sleep.
The next morning, I throw back the covers, revealing the stained sheets. They used to be white, but over the weeks, they have turned into very interesting patterns of yellow. The combination of my sweat, piss, ass, and cum smell fantastic. I get up, letting an ass burp off.
I scratch my balls through my drying briefs. They have molded themselves around my 7" cut cock after a couple weeks of wear. I am a very hairy, 6'2" bear. Think sasquatch. So there are always pubes in my briefs when I decide that I need to pull down my briefs. My body is average. I try to go to the gym, but it doesn't always work out.
The doorbell rings, and only in my briefs, I walk over and open the door. Standing outside is Greg (from his nametag), the plumber I requested for my leaky sink.
He says, "Hey. You requested a plumber?"
"Yep. Come in," I say.
He steps in and I check him out. He wears a blue uniform shirt, jeans, and dirty tan boots. His hair is shorn short and is dirty blond. Greg is a little on the heavy set side, but certainly not obese.
I watch his ample ass as he beelines it to the sink.
"What happens?" He asks.
"When I turn on the water, it leaks underneath."
He bends down. His blue shirt riding up. As he checks the pipes, I hear a soft pfssss coming from his ass.
I move closer to smell the heady scent of his gas.
He says, "Alright. I need to turn off the water so I can replace the pipe."
"Go for it."
He stands up, walks to the water shutoff valves, and turns them off. As he walks back to the sink, I hear a reverberating fart. He grabs his stomach and I grab my cock.
He apologizes, "I'm sorry man."
"It's all good. No need to be shy."
He bends down again, pulls out a piece of pipe from his bag, and gets to work. As he works, he scratches his lower back, untucking his shirt. His pants slip a bit and I can see his hairless crack. I immediately want to dive into it, but I am able to control myself.
He lets out a very wet sloppy fart and I know that left a mark.
"Ah man. I can't believe it. Can I use your head?" He asks.
I know which head I want to use, but I say, "Sure. Down the hall to the right."
He pops up and rushes to the room. I guess he was pretty far gone, because he unbuckles his pants, drops trough, and sits. I watch as he grunts, bears down, and lets the chunky turds drop in the bowl. Greg is completely hairless, except for a blond bush at the base of his ample penis. The head of which is pointed into the bowl.
After the short plops of his stool, I hear the splashing of his piss. When he finishes, Greg stands up and I can see his uncut cock in its full 6" glory. After he pulls up his pants, I realize he didn't wipe. Nice.
"Thanks man," he says, passing me.
"No problem."
While he works on the sink, I go to the bathroom. There are five neat, tidy deposits in the bowl. Dark brown, which contrasts to the bright yellow of the water. Guess water breaks don't come often enough, even with a plumber.
I linger for awhile. Loving the scent of his piss and shit.
Then I turn off the light and walk back to the kitchen.
I see him standing in the middle of the room staring at me. His bulge is very clear.
Greg starts to rub it. I can see the strain on his pants.
I walk over to Greg and give him a bear hug, mashing our cocks together. Concentrating, I let my stream fill my briefs and then run down the both of our legs. He takes my head in his hands and then mashes his lips against mine. His tongue probes my mouth.
I instantly go hard. My cock feels the rough jeans as it lengthens and travels up his leg. Greg grinds himself against me and my cock. I unutton his shit and feel his sweaty chest.
Breaking off the kiss, I go for his sweaty pits. The musty odor makes me grind into him hard. He bites my neck as I chew on his hard tits.
I unbutton his jeans and let them fall to the ground. The smell hits me first. The combination of cum, piss, and sweat is one I know well. I fall to my knees and smell the stretched pouch. His is about as permanently formed as mine.
Greg pulls out his cock and full balls and rests them on the waistband.
"I don't take these off. Even for sex."
That is fine by me. I take his dick in my mouth and slide it down my throat. When I go down on him, I use my tongue to lick his big vein. At the tip, I swirl my tongue on his piss hole.
This brings him to groaning.
He digs his nails down my back as I grab and pull at his balls.
"Wait man. I am going to cum."
I continue to suck his cock and fondle his balls.
"Please stop. I'm a quick cummer."
I take a deep breath, smelling his sweat, piss, and shit. Then go to town on his cock. Deep throating him to the balls.
"No. No. Nnng"
I taste the salty goodness of his semen as he shoots a load into my mouth.
After his breathing slows down, he kneels and takes my dick out of my briefs. Greg first jerks it. His expert hand going up and down my shaft. Then he puts his mouth around the head. Just using his lips and tongue, he makes me squirm. My breathing becomes labored as he licks down my shaft.
Greg's mouth works me to a frenzy and then he pulls off. He takes off his briefs. I see a few skids in them. Then using his wet pouch, he jerks my cock.
This is too much for me and a spew cum into his briefs.
When I am done, he wipes off my cock. Then he tosses his briefs by the sink.
Greg lifts me up and pulls down my briefs. I let him, interested in what he will do. He takes them and puts them on. I notice they are a little tight on him.
Greg puts on his jeans, his shirt, and puts a clipboard in front of me.
"Just sign here and we will be set to go."
The changeover is quite abrupt. So I sign. He flips the wooden board over.
"Now put your number here."
I notice at least thirty phone numbers. I write my number.
"Take it easy," he says and walks out the door.
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