From: tnrawbttm@aol.com
Subject: Hippie Boy Raunch (MM, w/s, scat, pot, verbal)
Date: 15 Apr 1995 17:35:39 -0400

This story contains 2 guys having sex, with watersports, scat, drool and
nasty talk.  If you can't handle, don't read it.


	My friend Charlie and I had planned to do this for a while. He's
23, still in school, and could be easily described as a hippie. He's
totally clean cut looking, though, not a scrounge, with long straight blond
hair and a fresh German boy face. He's totally straight otherwise, but we
started fooling around one night after I made a pretty daring pass at him.
He's basically much trade, but so damn handsome that it got me off
something wicked to do him. Charlie's about 6 feet tall, maybe 150, and
completely hairless except for his nads and pits, and a little thin trail
from his belly button to his groin. He's kind of a wise guy, too, which I
really like. You'll also see he's pretty wild for such a young straight
kid. We hang out with each other's friends, but nobody knows about me and
Charlie. That's the way we both want it. Anyway, we set up a weekend where
we could both hole up for a while. He said he was horny as hell, as was I,
so this weekend was gonna be it. Hot sweaty summer nights of raw sex. We
outlined a general plan and improvised from there.

	I had a couple of hours before he got off work at the warehouse. I
stocked the fridge with beer, the bong with weed, and the stereo with live
Grateful Dead tapes. I lit up some incense, and changed into my favorite
sex jeans: old 501's, holes and tears everywhere, and a rip in the crotch
that just lets my nuts hang out. Wearing nothing but the jeans and a
backwards baseball cap, I sat on the couch and waited.
	There was a knock at the door. I answered the door and my heart
lept at the sight of him. He was not wearing his work clothes, but had on
only a pair of silver lycra bike shorts and a midriff shirt that was cut so
high I could see his brown nipples. He wore a blue bandanna tied around his
right wrist, and a red one around his right ankle. His feet were bare. He
carried a stuffed duffle bag. It was so kinky, I couldn't believe it was
him. "Hey dude," he said through a knowing smirk.
	"You look _so_ cool, man," I said as he walked in and faced me.
	"Thanks. You too!" he replied, as he tickled the underside of my
hanging balls. There's a ridge between my balls that's really smooth.
	"Wanna beer?"
	"Yeah, it was a long day man. Lotsa headaches. Hey, this is that
California tape from last year, right?"
	"That's it. Damn, you're pretty good at that." He could pick out a
show in just a few seconds. I returned from the kitchen with two beers in
one hand and the bong in the other.
	Seeing the bong, he exclaimed "Ohhh dude! I knew you'd come
through!"
	"If we're gonna get wild this weekend, this'll help."
	"You know it!"
	We spoke about our week while passing the bong back and forth.
Soon, we both needed another beer. And another.
	"You know, buddy, I can't explain it, but I really get into doing
this with you. I mean, I could never find a chick that can, uh..."
	"Get it all in?"
	"Yeah! That, and get wild like we do. I always fantasized about
doing this stuff, but never ever thought I'd actually do them!" He began to
pinch his nipple.
	"All part of life. You tried it and you liked it. Takes courage."
	Charlie's eyelids hung heavy. He was stoned, as evidenced by the
outline in his silver crotch. I was too. Charlie turned to me and smiled
wickedly, and I knew he was ready for something.
	He got up and walked into the kitchen. He returned with a large
beer glass, which was strange because we both drank straight from the can.
	He put the glass on the coffee table and peeled off the lycra. The
rubbery meat popped out and bobbed proudly. It was nine inches long when he
got it hard, but still hung a proud seven before me now. The beautiful
mushroom head topped off a torpedo that was totally straight when hard. I
was stoned, a little drunk, and felt a rush come over me, the rush of sex
with this beautiful dude, intoxicating and unique.
	I was still on the couch, and he took the glass and stood before
me. He placed the glass to the head of his prick, and closed his eyes.
Soon, golden juice poured from his slit, a strong dark flow. I could smell
it from the moment he started pissing. He looked down at me with piercing
eyes and a smart-ass smile. His flow stopped just before the top of the
glass. He lifted the full gold glass to his face, and let a large drool
from his lips into the juice. "Thirsty?" he said nastily.
	I knew what I was to do. I took the glass and looking into his
eyes, began to drink.
	"Yeah, dude, drink me, you fag. Drink that kidney juice, man." We
both loved it when he got like this, with nasty, dirty sex talk.
	I drank the whole glass without coming up for air (my ex taught me
that).  His juice was so rich and yellow. That's when piss is the best. I
let out a great piss burp that could probably be heard for two floors down.
	"Does my buddy like my piss?"
	"Fuck yeah. I want more."
	"Yeah, my little faggot pissboy. Get me another beer, but you gotta
crawl to the kitchen for it."
	He stood and watched me crawl. I returned and was on all fours
before him.
	"Gimme that." I held up the beer to him. He opened it and took a
long swig.  "Want some beer, dude?"
	"Thanks man." I reached up.
	"No, man, you get it after I'm through with it." He pulled me by my
long hair to my knees, and pushed me back so I'm sitting on my feet.
	He pushed me head back and places the head of his tool in my lips.
I instinctively start sucking, but he smacks me on the head and says "Hey
fuckface! I'm tryin to piss." He looks into my eyes and spits forcefully on
my cheek.
	"Ok, watch this, man..." he says as he takes a swig of beer. As he
tilts the can back, I taste my mouth filling with tasty pee. Then as soon
as he stops drinking, the flow stops. It's like I'm drinking the beer right
through him, like his body is a straw for me to drink through. We drink two
beers this way before he says, "Let's take a break man."
	He's getting off on this as much as I am, and he's sweating. I kept
that AC off for a reason. We turn on the tv, talk some more, have a couple
more bong hits, a few laughs, and then I announce that I have to piss
something fierce.
	"Cool, let's go." He's still wearing his shirt, and the bandannas,
and he gets into the shower. We stand facing each other, and he tickes my
balls. I start to piss, and he aims the flow at his ankle, soaking the red
bandanna and his foot with my yellow pee. "Oooh, yeah," Charlie coos. He
squeezes my dick until it's empty, and then puts his hand to my face. It's
wet with my juice, and he says "Get your fuckin piss off my hand." I suck
every inch of his hand, taking three fingers deep in my throat.
	His yanks his hand from my mouth and it's shiny with spit. With
mock disgust, he wipes his hand off on my chest. He puts his dry foot
outside the tub, and sits on the toilet. His wet foot is resting on his
calf, on the side of the tub, and I know what he wants. I sit in the piss
still in the tub, and put my face next to his dripping foot.
	"Suck it all, queer." He commands and I obey. I first lick the
salty bitter piss of my own body off his soft, golden foot. Then I
concentrate on the bandanna, gnawing and sucking, making it nearly dry.
	I call for a break, and since we're both hungry, we order pizzas.
Because of the type of guys me and Charlie are, we weren't gonna do
anything crazy for the pizza guy. That was unfortunate, because the pizza
guy was a total rock stud, blonde hair, thin build, high tops and a butt
you could chew on for days. Too bad.
	I sit on the floor next to the coffee table, at his feet. We eat
and drink, chatting in between bites, when Charlie takes my slice of pizza
from my hand and drools a huge gob on it. I take it back, and not even
flinching, savor the bite with his saliva on it.
	"You are so cool, man. That is so wild that you do this with me."
	"No, it's you who's cool. If you weren't such a dude, I wouldn't be
able to do that."
	"You mean that you don't do this with other guys?"
	I pondered for a moment. "It's not that I don't do this, it's just
that you and me go farther. It's you, it's your whole person that gets me
off. I don't know if I could eat spit off pizza for anybody else."
	He smiled, and pulled me close. "You don't have to." He moved in to
kiss me, which we've never done before, and instead pushes a wad of chewed
pizza into my mouth.
	I taste his juices and the pizza mixed up. Of course, I swallow it
right down, staring into his eyes the whole time.
	"That's so disgusting, it's excellent, man! Here, try this." He
takes a bite of the crust, and chews it briefly. He puts his hand to his
mouth, and spits the wad into his palm. Presenting it to me he says, "eat
it fucker."
	It's totally wet and mushy but firm. We've never gone this far, but
I'm so fucked up and crazy for this kid, I'll do anything. I stick out my
tongue and lick the wad, then start to slurp it up. When I'm finished his
hand is spit shined.
	"Sex with you is fucking excellent. The fucking best, man."
	"The feeling in mutual, dude. I could just do you forever."
	"Doin' me now would be a start," he winks and grabs his stick.
	"My pleasure, buddy," I say and get down to it.
	I move over so I'm on my knees on the floor, and he spreads his
legs wide, exposing his crotch in all it's glory. I move in and sniff at
his sweaty fuck stick before drooling on the head, letting him see it.
	"Your spit on my dick, man - that looks so cool." His meat starts
to bob and grow; it's beginning to point to me, knowing that it wants a hot
blow job and it's about to get it.
	He surprises me by leaning up and drooling on his own studcock.
It's white and thick, and slowly makes it's way around the head. The most
beautiful sight in the world.
	I'm now centered between his legs, and slurping that spit off his
dick, I get a good taste of his precum.
	"Dude, I got a weeks worth of loads in there. Why don'tcha go for
it man. I know you want my splooge, so go for it and I'll fill your faggot
mouth with my sperm."
	With a lick, I ease myself onto his dick until it catches me in the
throat.  It only takes me a couple of jabs before I stop gagging. I'm deep
throating him for all I'm worth. Spit is just drooling from my mouth, that
deep slimy spit that lubes dick up so good.
	He watched and moans in disbelief. "Yeah, good boy, you're sucking
the whole thing! Make love to that dick, man, suck that cum out of my
balls, man!"
	I just sucked and sucked. Fifteen minutes, half hour, an hour, and
I just don't stop sucking. "Yeah, my boy loves that Charlie penis, huh...
you love givin head, you love eating dick..." He's bucking off the couch,
forcing his dick deeper and deeper into me. It's bulging and he tenses up
and says "I'm gonna sling it, here comes my fuckin sperm, take it!" I
jerked myself off with my spit covered hand.
	He lunges once, and the sperm starts shooting. I get my tongue in
position and withdraw his tool just a little, so I get all that tasty sperm
right in my mouth. He tells me not to swallow yet, and I obey, my cheeks
full of my dude's splooge, and his dick still shooting in my mouth. His
load is creamy and thick.
	He softens slightly in my mouth, and then yanks it out of my mouth,
covered in goo. "Look at that, ain't that pretty?" he proudly displays his
meat, shiny with semen and spit.
	I nod, and he realizes I still have his sperm in my mouth. "Oh,
hold on." He tilts my head back, spits in my mouth, drooling until it's
completely full, and then says "swallow."
	I obey, and taste the thick gooey mixture of his body ooze down my
throat. I have swallowed all he is.
	"Oh, you shot too! Cool!" He takes my hand off my dick, and
examining it, says "you got some more here, man." I lick my own cum off my
hand. I went back to his dick, cleaning off the slime from our sex and
drinking it all.
	We both did another bong hit before going to bed. He's lying flat,
and I'm sleeping in his armpit, breathing in his aroma, letting it get me
high as I drift off to sleep.
	About three o'clock in the morning, Charlie shook me awake.
	"I gotta pee" he said. I understood. I turned myself around as he
lay on his side, and placed his half-piss-hard dick into my mouth. "Ok,
man, here comes."
	I was trained by my ex to take a night piss down my throat.
Usually, it's really bitter, really strong and comes fast and furious. I
was thirsty anyway, and drank every drop of Charlie's dickjuice. I fell
asleep with his dick still in my mouth.

	I awoke still sleeping at the foot of the bed, but Charlie wasn't
there. I checked the clock, and I wasn't surprised when I saw it was noon.
	"Charlie?" I called.
	"It's about fuckin time! Come on!" He rushed into the room and
grabbed me, pulling me out of bed. We were both still naked, and he was
squeezing the end of his stud dick as he led me to the shower. He barely
had time to push my faggot ass to my knees before the piss began to flow.
Charlie wagged his dick all over me as he pissed his golden rank juice in
my hair, on my chest and in my mouth. I was fucking covered in his smelly
piss.  "Yeah, I'm marking my fag. Other guys are gonna smell me on you and
know that your ass is mine, man."
	He left the shower and went into the living room. I let his piss
dry on my skin while still in the shower, and sucked on my long hair as his
juice dripped off.
	Charlie was sitting on the sofa, his legs spread, and lazily
stroked his prize cock. "Just you and me dude. Just your queer fuckin ass
and my awesome stud dick, dude. " He paused and looked up at me.
"Breakfast?"
	"Yeah, sure." We broke character for a while. Each of us had two
cups of coffee, a big glass of orange juice, and two bagels.
	A good episode of Star Trek was on and we both watched intently. We
loaded up the bong halfway through the episode. At the next commercial
break, Charlie squeezed his dick to produce a big gob of precum. He smeared
it off with his thumb and raised it to my face. I sucked his thumb,
cleaning off the slimy semen, and tasting the juices of his skin.
	I sucked for the next 15 minutes while we watched the end of the
show. My fuck stud's hand was covered with my spit from my sloppy sucking.
Pulling his thumb from my mouth, he wipes his hand on his rippled stomach.
"Come on, man." He gets up and walks to the bathroom.
	We're face to face in the bathroom, as he leans in and kisses me
deeply for the first time. It's passionate, yet angry, as we grind our
faces, trying to get each other's tongue deeper. He pulls off and says, "I
wanna give it all to you, buddy. Every fucking thing I got."
	"I want it all, man. I want all of you inside me. The more I eat
from you, the more I have of you inside me, dude."
	Charlie smiled. "I never thought anybody would be so hot for me.
And a fag dude. Nobody fuckin knows about our shit man, we can do anything,
you know?"
	"That's right, man. Any fuckin thing you want."
	He promptly sat down on the toilet and said "Get me a cigarette,
man?"
	Returning with the ashtray, I lit the Marlboro for him, and he
snarled, "You're gonna miss some Charlie juice if you don't get down on my
dick, fucker!"
	I dropped to my knees, and became his urinal. His rod was full of
nasty rank piss from the coffee and juice, and I noisily drank most of it
down. I locked suction on his dick and didn't let it go as he pinched off a
long smelly turd. "Yeah, smell that shit, dude, smell that fuckin Charlie
shit, man...it's me dude, that shit is me, man." I'm smelling deeply, and
I'm stoned by the smell of his waste. He gets up, quickly pulling his slimy
rod from my throat.
	"Look at my pretty shit, faggot. That's some pizza shit, dude. Nice
and firm, smelly fuckin stud shit." He flushes the toilet with a knowing
grin, knowing he could have ordered me even further than we went.
	We enter the bedroom, and he gets up on all fours, speading his
legs wide.  "Too bad you ain't got any toilet paper, faggot. You're just
gonna have to clean me the old fashioned way!"
	I spead his cheeks a little wider and check out his hairless
shithole.  There's a little shit scum hanging out of his beautiful lips, a
remnant of his firm dump. I lean in and sniff his man hole, and he's turned
on. "Yeah, my little dog, smellin my shit, huh?"
	I whimpered as he encouraged me. "Yeah, dude, fucking faggot dog,
wanna eat that fuckin hole?" I continued to whimper, begging to eat that
shit covered hole before me.
	"Ok, use that big dog tongue on Charlie's shit hole. Go ahead."
	I slurped up that drool of shit loudly before diving in. My tongue
wildly probes his hole, grinding my face in it, covering his stinking hole
and my face with his ass juices and my spit.
	He lies down on his chest and commands "Make out with my anus, you
queer, pretend it's my mouth. Kiss that shit mouth, fucker."
	I pivot my head so I'm parallel to his ass lips. I say "I love you"
to his hole before kissing it passionately. He's squeezing his hole tight
around my tongue, his hole kissing me back.
	My tongue is buried inside his turd tunnel, when I feel him push on
his ass lips. Suddenly I get a taste of a firm turd buried pretty deep. I
backed off for a second.
	We both sense what we were about to get into. Charlie said "Yeah, I
felt that too, man. You ready to eat my turd, man?"
	"I think so."
	Charlie's hole is pushing in and out, when the end of the turd
makes it's appearance. "Ooooo, pretty...." I say in my fag trance.
	"That's me, dude, that's my fuckin shit. Taste me, man, go down on
my shit like it was my dick, man. Yeah, suck that shit out of me if you
really fuckin want it, shithead."
	I do want it, I really do, and I proceed to slurp and probe until
his hole is slicked up with spit, enough to let the shit come out slowly,
and I clamp my lips around the stretched hole.
	About an inch of the turd is in my mouth, as I become accustomed to
the taste of Charlie. I suck it like it was dick, hoping to make it bigger
by slobbering on it.
	"Take me, dude. I fuckin own you after this, man. You're mine."
	The shit grows as he pushes it out, until it tapers and ends. It's
in my mouth, and well over 6 inches of chewy turd.
	"You got it?" I hum in response.
	He turns onto his back and sees the shit in my mouth, as I hold it
in one hand, sucking on it, tasting it without destroying it.
	"Oh, fuuuck, my fuckin shit taste good?"
	I don't stop and just keep sucking it.
	"Hey, show me." I pull the shit-cock from my mouth, my lips brown
with his turd and spit dribbling off my chin. I present it to him.
	"That's a pretty turd, huh? I put out some good shit, huh fag?"
	"Good shit, buddy."
	"You gonna eat me now? You wanna be my faggot shit buddy?"
	"I'm gonna eat what you gave me from your asshole, stud."
	Charlie smiled up at me, then pulled me down so his cock was in the
crack of my ass. He grabbed my arms, and yanked me close. I was right in
his face, his turd in my hand next to my mouth, and he whispered, "Eat me.
You're getting all I got to give, fucker, so eat my shit. Eat that fuckin
turd, chew it up good, man, and put me inside you forever like no one else
has ever had me.  You've got my soul, queer."
	I sucked and bit and chewed and devoured his turd, my eyes locked
on his, him knowing that he's got me forever.
	"Fucking fag so gay for me, dude, we gotta do this more often,
buddy. I'll let you do it all, anything you want. Sex is so fuckin wild
with you man! How do I taste?"
	I pull the last two inches out of my mouth, and show him my shit
covered mouth. I lick my lips, smearing brown all over them, before putting
Charlie back into my mouth and finishing off his turd, swallowing it all.
	He doesn't really know what to do next, so I move down to where I'm
lying down and his cock is in my face. I slide his dick into my shitty
mouth, and slurp wildly on it, letting some clumps of shit stick on his
dick as I presented him with a wet, brown hard on.
	"Looks like it tastes good, man, why don'tcha go for dessert?"
	I sucked the shit back off his tool and showed him his spit shined
manhood.  I didn't waste any time in returning his dick to the vacuum of my
throat, knowing I wanted his cum to pour.
	"Feelin good, fuckface, feeling good... gonna spill that sweet
sperm for ya soon you keep that up."
	Of course, that only made me crazier as I swung from his fuckin
dick.
	"Suck me, faggot, suck me, and drink that fuckin baby juice, man,
yeah, eat them sperms from my balls, man, and I'll be inside you forever,
dude."
	His words drove us both over the edge, as his fat mushroom head
pulsed deep in my gullet. I pulled out just a little like before, knowing
his thrusts would spurt his load all over my mouth. He fucked my mouth till
it was filled with his slimy sperm.
	"Don't take it out yet, dude, I wanna fuck that cummy mouth." He
proceeded to jab it back to stiffness while plunging in and out of my
mouth, Charlie's sperm acting as lube. "Ooooh, got some more here, man." He
promptly started to cum again, almost as much as last time, as some drooled
out of my mouth and traveled down my chin.
	"Ohh, yeah, dude, come here." He pulled me up until my face was
centered between his tits. "Drool on me, man, show me my fucking stud sperm
before you slurp it all up."
	I slowly pushed the sperm out of my mouth, as it drooled down my
face and onto his chest, white clumps of sperm in a creamy stud sauce. I
drooled onto his tits and even drooled some into his shallow belly button.
	"Yeah, spermin it up, man. Thick fuckin cum for my fag buddy. Ok,
you can drink me, dude."
	I slurped at his nipples, drinking in his seed, and sucked at his
belly button until it was dry.
	"You're fuckin' mine, dude, mine! Oh, there's..."
	"What, dude?"
	"Hold on a second." He got up and went to the bathroom. His fist
was closed as he returned to bed.
	"First, I gotta pee. Want it?"
	I drank him down in long swallows. Charlie washed down his cum and
his shit down my throat with his stud urine. He pulled me up until we were
sitting indian style, face to face.
	"If you want all of me, I'm gonna give it to you. You've drank my
piss, you've swallowed my spit, you've got my sperm inside you, and you've
eaten my shit. But there's one thing left." He opened his hand to reveal my
shaving razor. He slowly pulled the blade against his finger until a small
drip of blood appeared. I instinctively pulled his finger into my mouth and
sucked on the wound, drinking his blood.
	"I'm in you, dude. I'm totally inside you, brother. You and I are
linked forever this way, dude."


Hippie Boy 2 (MM, w/s, cursing, dom)

Here we go with another sordid tale about me & Charlie, the smart mouth
hippie college kid who's just getting into screwing guys. This includes gay
sex at it's nastiest, pot usage, lots of cursing, watersports, scat, unsafe
sex, nasty dirty stuff, and other things.  You may not want to read this
story.

comments and similar stories are welcome!

	I hadn't heard from Charlie in about a week, and I was beginning to
think that he didn't want to like sex with a dude as much as he did. One
Friday night, the phone rang.
	"Hey, my buddy!"
	"How's it hangin', man?"
	"What are you doing this weekend?" he asked excitedly.
	"If I'm lucky, you're gonna come over and stay for a day."
	He giggled. "How about two days?"
	"Cool!"
	"I'll see ya later. I'll bring the beer."
	I was naked except for a pair of cotton tie dye pants, and I put on
that Dick's Picks concert from the Dead. The "Here Comes Sunshine" on that
cd is just excellent.
	Charlie shows up around ten o'clock. His appearance at the door is
always dramatic. His golden blond hair is kept back by a bandanna, around
his head, cap style. It still reaches halfway down his back. He wasn't
wearing shoes or a shirt, and his tan 23 year old bod looked incredible.
Smooth and trim, with a slight build that suited his Nordic looks
perfectly. No body hair, except for a little treasure trail, and just a
little on his legs. All he had on was a pair of dark green shorts, riding
low on his hips and ending just above his knees. There was a puka necklace
tight around his neck. He carried a 12-pack in one hand, and his duffle bag
in the other.
	"Duu-ude" he said with a smile.
	He walked past me to put the beer in the refridgerator, and getting
one for each of us, he comes back into the living room.
	"Hey, buddy, I got ya somethin'" He reaches into his duffle bag and
pulls out a sticker. It's a Grateful Dead 'Steal Your Face' with the gay
rainbow pattern in the skull.
	"Excellent!" I say with genuine thrill.
	He moves in close. "You can put it on your car, so everyone will
know you're cool, even if you are a fag." He chuckles and pats me on the
shoulder.
	The thing about Charlie that's so wild is his genuine thrill; he
shows it on his face and you hear it in his voice. His spirit is free and
he's going with it.
	We sit down next to each other on the couch. Our arms rub, and it's
a beautiful sensation. We're talking, half-watching tv, and circulating the
bong.
	After sipping his beer, he says "Oh, I brought some stuff for us,
man."
	One by one he places the items on the coffee table. First comes a
small bag of green bud ("good stuff", he says), then a thermos, two tie dye
bandannas, and a bottle of baby oil.
	I'm impressed. "Looks like you wanna get wild somethin' fierce,
buddy."
	Charlie moans, "*Fuck* yeah, man, let's get all fuckin' queer and
shit."
	We're instantly naked.
	He leans back on the couch, holding his meat. "My buddy wants some
dick, huh? Needs to eat some big ol' Charlie dick, huh?"
	I drop to my knees. "Charlie, fuck man, I wanna eat that stud cock
of yours."
	"Hey, hold on." We break the mood, he gets up and gets a tall glass
from the kitchen. "Check it out, bud." He puts the glass on the table, and
opens the thermos. He pours out the contents, and I can tell it's good
strong piss. "I was drinking orange juice all day, dude, and this is from
an hour ago. Nice and hot, right from my fuckin' dick." He fills the glass
3/4 full, and stands above me.
	"Here, have a sip..." He lowers the glass to me and I taste my
buddy's kidney juice. Real fuckin' bitter, like piss at it's best. He pulls
the glass from my hand.
	"Like that piss, man? Fuckin man drinkin' another man's piss,
that's so cool, putting my fuckin juice from my cock in you, dude. Yeah,
well, I think it's time for you to eat this kid tube steak, fucker, but you
get a special tastin' dick this time. Real good tastin dick, fagboy!"
	He dips his dick in the glass, coating his cock with that rank
piss. He pulls it out and says "Eat my fuckin' cock, buddy."
	I slurp it down, the head of his prize 8 inch prick lodges itself
in my throat, and he starts a slow short pump into the back of my gullet.
	"Yeah, cocksucker likes that piss covered penis, huh... yeah, man,
you know you fuckin' can't get enough man dick in your fuckin throat, yeah,
you love man sex, huh? None of that whiny queer shit, just two men, fuckin
bein' real fuckin tough, doin' hard sex. Takes a man to do dick, buddy,
takes a man to fuckin drink piss, right?"
	I'm moaning like crazy as loud as I can with a hard pissy cock in
my throat.
	He continues, "Buddy, I wanna take you out on Dead tour with me,
man. I'll get us the tickets, man, and I'll rent a van, and you can pay me
back by keeping my dick and asshole clean, bud! Yeah, I get all hot and
sweaty dancin' at the shows, man, you could lick all that sweat off me!
Find some trips, man, and just let you do my bod. Eat out my sweaty pits,
too. We gotta do it, man. Fuckin' you doin' my dick in the parking lot,
man, before the show and after... yeah, we'll get out of the van, just
wearin' our cutoff shorts, and go to the show, your mouth tastin like the
load you sucked out of me. Everybody thinks we're just two dudes, doin the
show, nobody would know you suck my dick, man, noboby would know that you
eat my fuckin' dickcream, man, he-hee. Ohhh, yeah, suck it, suck my fuckin'
prick!"
	He's dipping his dick every few minutes before slamming it back
into my mouth. There's spit dripping from the base of his cock, down his
balls, and my throat produces more thick blow job spit.
	He pulls the tool from my throat quickly, strands of spit
connecting my mouth and his mushroom dickhead. "Here, you can finish it,"
he says, handing me the glass. It's half full now, and I chug it.
	"Yeah, buddy, you're a great fag."
	"You're a great dude!" I offered in return.

	I return his boy dick to my throat while he casually lit a
cigarette. He edges me on with an occaisonal "eat dick, buddy" while I do
just that. This boy drives me nuts.

	I sucked for nearly a half hour until my jaw was sore. I pulled his
glazed meat from my mouth and said "I want you to fuck me with this penis,
man."
	"Ah-hah, I figured you liked your ass fucked. Yeah, dude, you want
me to fuck your little pussy with my big dick? I ain't never fucked a man's
pussy before."
	"It's even better than chick pussy, man, and my asshole can squeeze
that cock real good."
	"Hey, man?" His expression changed. "I just gotta tell you, when I
fuck chicks, I don't like to wear a rubber, you know? You down with that?
I'm mean I'm cool, and all."
	I smiled. "I'm definitely down with that man. You're gonna love
doin me, man."
	"Sounds good, dude. Let's get into a good Friday night fuck."
	Charlie rolled up a joint from his bag and I ran to the bathroom
and got the bottle of lube. We finished the doobie, and I sat on the couch
and spread my legs over my head, opening my hole up, giving Charlie his
first view of my fuck tunnel.
	"So that's a man's pussy, huh? Looks tight, fucker!"
	I squirted some lube on my middle finger and lubed up my hole. I
stuck it in all the way and twisted it around a little. When I pulled it
out, there was some shit on the tip. I sucked it off, and replaced my
finger.
	"Yeah, get that hole ready, man, I ain't seen my girlfriend in a
week. I'm gonna do your pussy real good, dude, I'm gonna make it mine, you
queer."
	I was ready. I put some lube in my hand, greased his dick wildly,
and leaned back. I pulled his cock towards my hole and put the tip on my
ass lips.
	"Check that out, man." He looked down at the head of his dick about
to sink into my hole. "Yeah, your pussy's twitchin, dude, must be real
hungry, huh?"
	"You know it's hungry for your dick, man, that hole's got a mind of
it's own."
	Charlie smiled. "I gonna fuckin' screw you hard, buddy, you're
gonna feel like something's missing if my dick ain't up in you."
	"Yeah, just pop the head in man, lemme get used to it for a second.
Then you can fuck my brains out!"
	Charlie eased the mushroom head of his tool inside me. "Oooo, yeah,
that's cool!" His eyes brightened. "Hey man, I can feel you squeezin' my
dick with your pussy! Excellent!" Our eyes locked, and I said "Fuck me
dude." Grabbing his ass, I pulled him into me until his dick had vanished.
	"Ohhhh yea-ah, that's a hot little pussy, buddy. You *can* take it
all, man, that's so crazy, man's dick in a man's ass, feels good, dude."
	"Now, do that hole, fucker. Do it good." He obliged, fucking me
slow and deep, pulling it out just to the head and then slamming it into my
intestines.
	Charlie started plunging into my pussy a little harder. "Yeah, take
that dick, come on, you wanted it, man."
	He was still screwing me slowly when I wanted a good hard ass
plowing.
	"Gonna fuck me like a man or you gonna fuck me like a faggot?" I
said angrily.
	"Ohhh, you fuckin' queer, take that real man's dick, I'm gonna
fuckin' lay pipe in you, man." He picked up the pace and started slammin'
me wild hard, with anger. "Shit, man, what the fuck is this? I got a faggot
swingin' on my cock!"
	We both got off on the nasty talk almost as much as the fucking.
	I squeezed my pussy around his dick. "Yeah, ridin' dude hole, man,
fuckin' my greasy asshole with that naked dick, fuckin' pumpin' me, buddy!"
	"Yea-ah, ridin' you bareback, man, fuckin' skin on skin, the way
it's supposed to be, buddy." His fucking became steady and hard.
	"Hey, man, let's try another position, ok?" He agreed.
	He pulled his beautiful blond pipe from my hole, and it made a pop
as he yanked it out. "Oh dude, I really dig this, fuckin' dude pussy is
wild!"
	There was some shit on his cock. "Dirty dick, man, why don't ya
clean it off, and I'll let you have it back. I'll put this cock back where
it belongs, fucker."
	We stood in the middle of the living room, as I sunk to my knees
and tasted that shit on his dick, the dick that was just raping my
worthless asshole. I sucked it clean as he demanded.
	I stood, and he bent me over, ordering me to grab my knees. "There
you go, pal, stretch that pussy open for me, that hole is so juiced, I
don't need no more lube on my dick, just gonna stick it in you."
	Charlie grabbed my hips and slipped his dick in me all the way. I
let out a groan. He fucked me like he was trying to knock me up.
	I could hear the smile on his face as he urged me on. "Crazy bitch,
swingin on my awesome fuckin' dick, huh? Yeah, that's a real nice fag hole,
real hungry for Charlie's prick.  You just keep that hole greasy all the
time, man, cuz I'm just gonna fuckin' show up sometime, and I'm gonna pull
off your shorts and fuckin' bury that dick in you, man, gonna put that dick
where it belongs, and fuckin' just keep it up there dude."
	I was crazed. "Charlie, man, I want you to fuckin' keep that hot
dick in me all night, man, fuckin' dump that load up there and leave your
stud stick right up there while we sleep, dude."
	"Fuckin' fag sure is crazy for dick, huh. That's cool, man, I'll
give you as much of this horse dick as you want, pal. Shit, man, my
girlfriend ain't this crazy for dick. I dig this queer stuff, man, layin'
pipe up a guy, real hard and wild. Chicks don't know how to talk dirt at
all. Fuckin' fag does, though. Yea-ah!"
	He was riding me like a bucking horse. He showed no mercy as he
used my hole, jabbing me hard and deep.
	"Gonna make this hole on my cock *my* fuckin' hole, dude. You're
gonna want that dick up there all the fuckin' time."
	I bucked back hard on his fag fucker, and clamped down. "Don't take
it out, man, don't fuckin' take it out."
	"No problem, bud. Feels good."
	I stood and grabbed his hands. "Come on," I said, and walked him
into the bedroom. We didn't lose our balance. We both wanted to keep that
dick in the warm place it was.
	I pulled him down to the bed and the impact thrust his dick even
further than it had gone before. "I wanna spin around," I said, twisting my
body as he moved the other way. Charlie's tool spun around, giving me a
good half-screw. The operation was successful. Charlie was still lodged
deep in my ass, my legs were on his shoulders, and I was ready to get laid.
	He moved in close, my arms around his back. He looked in my eyes
and smiled. "I'm horny as fuck, buddy, I wanna do you wild, that fuckin hot
pussy wrapped around my dick, duu-ude. Fuckin' man's hole eatin' up my
dick, that's so wild, man, and you fuckin' love it, don'tcha?"
	"You know it man, now come on, fucker, do that pussy hole."
	Charlie got it right, big time. He slammed me fuckin' insane hard,
pulling me up at a 45 degree angle, and letting me see his tool vanishing
into my shithole.
	"Check it out, man, fuckin' greasy naked man dick sliding in..." He
slowly slid it in me all the way. "...and out..." he said with glee as
pulled out just to the head, and he watched my pussy tighten up around his
dickhead. "Fuckin' in and out, in and out..." he got into a rhythm as he
repeated the words. Every time he slammed it in, he aimed it in a different
direction, hitting all my insides hard.
	I watched the action and tried to burn the scene into my memory.
His ass stretcher made it's mark up my ass, that naked boy skin up inside
my fuck tunnel.
	"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you'll be fucked for life."
	I smiled as he pumped. "Yea-ah, do me. Come on, pump that pussy."
	"I'm doin' you man! Fuckin' buddy goin' wild for my dick!"
	We were both completely lost in raw sex, letting our minds lose all
direction. He pushed me down and pushed my legs back until my knees were
hitting my shoulders. Charlie started into a ferocious rhythm, and he
growled as he fed my fuck hole. Sweat dripped from his face and chest,
lubing up our bodies, tight and grinding hard together.
	"You're my fuck toy, man, I'm gonna give you my dick all the
fuckin' time, man. Yeah, that's Charlie's pussy, nobody else can fuck you,
man, just me, right?"
	I shot right back. "Just you, buddy. You're fuckin' *your* pussy,
dude! That's your hole to fuck, whenever!"
	"My pussy?"
	"Yeah, fucker, that man hole turns into a pussy on your dick, bro."
	"Yea-ah, I like fuckin' my fagboy."
	"Charlie, man, fuck your fagboy good, dude. I'm fuckin' groovin' on
your cock."
	The pounding increased and I found it more and more difficult to
tighten up around his dick. He was hubbing me hard. I just let myself go as
he went wild. He gave a loud "Yeeee-haaawww" as he continued tearin' up my
shithole.
	"Ohhh fuck, I'm gonna cum in you, man. Gonna fuckin' cum right in
you." He grabbed my dick and yanked it, almost like it was a handle for him
to hold onto while he did me. He closed his eyes and threw back his head.
"Man, I'm gonna knock you up, buddy, gonna fill you up with my fuckin'
load, make it fuckin' Charlie's fuck hole, man, ooohhh, fuck man, here it
comes man! Take my sperm, fucker!"
	I felt his prick explode deep inside me, and he punctuated each
thrust and each cum shot with a loud "take it fucker!" My dick exploded
while he jerked it, coating my folded body with thick sperm, and he moaned
as he realized my hole was clamped hard around his dick, trying to drain
it.
	"Ohhhh yeah, got a little more for ya..." he said as he slowed the
pace and left his dick buried in it own sperm up in me. He spun around and
laid down next to me. "Don't worry, man, I like it in there, I ain't taking
it out."
	He kissed the back of my neck, and said "I like this. I thought
about it once or twice, man, but I never thought doin' a guy would be this
wild! Y'know, I might have to dump my chick, man, you got a hotter pussy,
that's for sure!"
	I squeezed my ass around his dick, and he laughed as he gave my
hole a deep poke, that big dick wallowing in it's own sauce. He put his arm
around me and we went to sleep, side by side.

Saturday and Sunday's fun to follow.


Hippie Boy Raunch 3 (Saturday)

Here we go with another sordid tale about me & Charlie, the smart mouth
hippie college kid who's just getting into screwing guys. This includes gay
sex at it's nastiest, pot usage, lots of cursing, domination (no pain),
mind fucking, watersports, scat, unsafe sex, nasty dirty stuff, and other
things.  Oooooh, it's very nasty alright. Pretty sick.  You may not want to
read this story.

comments and similar stories are welcome!
Charlie 'n me on Saturday morning...

	I awoke slowly, taking stock of my situation. I had a raging boner,
a bladder full of pee, and Charlie's cock still buried up my ass from last
night's breeding session. His arm encircled my chest, his hand on my heart
like I was his damn girlfriend.
	"Hey baby," I said to him, trying to wake him up. When that didn't
work, I started to buck back against his rod, fucking myself with it.
"Dude," I said, "wake up, man!"
	Charlie awoke with a stretch and tried to turn over. As he turned,
his fuckstick almost fell out of me. I clenched my pussy tight around it.
"Oh, sorry bud, didn't mean to take my meat out of you."
	"I gotta piss something fierce, man."
	Charlie looked at me over my shoulder. "Next time, I'm gonna fill
your fuckin' guts with Charlie piss, pal. Ok, ok, I'm gettin' up."
	He removed his still-hard dirty dick from my hole. We both rushed
to the bathroom, and aimed our cocks at the toilet.
	The flow started, mine first, strong and dark yellow. Halfway
through our morning piss, he grabbed the big glass that sits atop the
toilet. He put the glass into our flow, and started filling it up. His
timing was perfect, as our last drips filled the glass nearly to the rim.
	He wagged his cock for the last drops, and then let a big thick
drool from his mouth into our kidney juice. He put the golden glass to my
mouth.
	"Morning juice for you, dude. Fresh from our guts. A big glass of
you and me."
	I locked my eyes on his, those brown eyes that turned me into a
shit eating fag, and drank the big glass of our piss as he ordered.
	He shook his head and laughed, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"Never thought I'd have a piss buddy."

	We were both still naked and went into the living room. I put on
some coffee, while Charlie sat on the couch and fired up the bong. He
signaled me to come close, and we locked our lips together. He filled my
lungs with the pot smoke that he was done with, and slipped me a little
tongue before breaking the seal.
	I sucked five more hits from his lungs, and we were both baked.
"Here, man, suck out my lungs."
	We again locked lips, and got our rhythm going. I suck his air,
then give it back. After about ten times we had to break off.
	To me, Charlie is the center of my universe. Everything he is,
everything his body excretes, is sacred. Even the air from his lungs.
	"Yeah, buddy, fuckin' whack. Head rush..." He smiled and leaned
back, locking his hands behind his head and exposing the tiny clumps of
hair in his pits. He noticed me eyeing them and said, "They're pretty ripe,
man, got all sweaty doin' that sloppy hole of yours last night. Go for it!"
	I buried myself in his left pit, and the aroma was intoxicating. My
tongue went to work, cleaning off his golden boy skin and licking the few
hairs clean. His long golden hair covered my head as I sucked the sweat
from his smelly pit. Charlie chuckled as I moved to his right pit. His
sweat was delicious.
	I couldn't help but move down to his nipples, two flat brown
circles adorning his smooth trim chest. I licked and sucked and chewed his
tits as if I could get something out of them.
	"Ow! Fucker!" Charlie said as he smacked me on the head. "That
hurt!"
	"Sorry, man." I apologized and backed off.
	"It's cool. Come up here."
	I moved towards his face, and he grabbed my head, turning it
sideways. Charlie put his nostril right up to my open mouth, and, covering
the other, he blew his snots into my mouth. I tasted his chewy nose cum,
and it was suprisingly sweet. He switched nostrils, and blew again. As I
backed off, I saw a big thick drip of snot hanging from his nose. I sucked
until his nose was clean. I showed him the snots on my tongue.
	"Yummy, huh?"
	I stared into his eyes as I made a loud swallowing sound, putting
more of Charlie into me.

	The coffee finished brewing and I brought two cups to the living
room. Charlie was still sitting on the couch, and I took my place on the
floor at his feet. Occasionally he would pat me on the head and say "good
dog, my little faggot dog." I would yelp each time he did so.
	After breakfast Charlie wanted to shower, and I had to take a dump,
so we went to the bathroom. He got into the shower, and started it up. I
lit a cigarette, and sat down. I farted and it must have lasted ten
seconds. Charlie laughed out loud, saying "pussy farts!"

	We planned to go to the mall, and he had some errands to run. We
drove the Jeep to the mall, him wearing only cutoff shorts, me with cutoffs
and a muscle tank. Charlie had on one of those white puka necklaces that
was real tight around his neck. Our hair flew in the wind, and we must have
looked real sharp. Charlie looks even better in the sunlight. His body was
tan and trim, the product of skateboarding and rollerblading. Two cool
dudes, driving a jeep on a sunny day, nearly naked; no one would guess that
I'm his shit eating queer.
	On the way, Charlie was picking his nose. Pretty bold, considering
that the Jeep was totally open to the air. He pulled his finger out, and
shoved it in my face. A nice juicy booger. Yeah, I ate it.

	They'll throw you out of the mall if you're not wearing a shirt, so
Charlie wore his Spring 91 Dead shirt. We walked barefoot through the mall,
shopping and checking out the scene. I felt like having some pizza, so we
stopped at the Pizza Hut booth. While we were waiting in line, Charlie came
close to my ear, and whispered "I'm gonna cum alot in you today."
	I smiled. I whispered back "I want you to put so much sperm in me
that I *am* you, buddy."
	"Cool!" he exclaimed, sounding as if he had just scored two tickets
to a sold out Dead show.

	We left the mall, and went downtown for a while, again walking
barefoot, feeling the street beneath our feet and covering our soles with
the scum of the city. On the way home Charlie had to get gas and beer, so
we pulled into the Texaco. "Meet me in the pisser in a minute..." he got
out and went into the station, naked except for those cutoffs. He got the
key and walked around back.
	I waited for the attendant to turn his attention away from me, and
snuck back to the john.
	I opened the door, and Charlie stood there naked in the dirty
bathroom, wagging his beautiful piss faucet. "Get down there, dude, I gotta
go!"
	On my bare knees, he let go and the piss flowed into my mouth. I
swallowed as fast as he pissed, but he was pushing it out, and some
dribbled out of my mouth, down my chest, and soaked into my cutoffs. He
looked down and asked "Good?"
	Like a trained puppy, I said "You know it, dude. Thanks for the
fill-up!"
	He left first, like we had taken turns, and I went to the jeep a
few minutes later. He was just finished filling up the tank and hopped up
into the driver's seat.
	We drove on the highway, and all of a sudden, he just pulled out
his pecker and stroked it. That rod was bobbing with the bumps in the road,
and he was smacking the head, back and forth as he drove. A couple of cars
passed, but nobody seemed to notice.
	He ditched his penis into his shorts at the exit ramp.

	We entered my apartment, and both stripped down right away.
"What'cha wanna do now, you queer?"
	"I wanna eat your shithole."
	He grinned and said "one tasty shithole, comin' up!" He jumped onto
the couch and got on his knees. His pink asshole was tight and smooth.
	I dove into his ass, licking, slobbering on his shitlips, turning
my head, and making out with his hole, sticking my tongue as deep as I
could to get a good taste of his spicy hole.
	"Oh yeah, fucker, eat out my shithole, you fuckin' faggot. My shit
comes out of there, dude, and you're eatin' it, man. You're the fuckin'
sickest queer, man, so fuckin' low, you'll eat my shit."
	"Naw, man, it ain't just that I will eat your shit; I *want* to eat
your shit."
	Charlie laughed a little and pushed me off his asshole. "Ok,
fucker, let's go for it, man!" He went into the kitchen and got a large
plate.
	Straddling the coffee table, he put the plate under his ass, so I
would have the pleasure of seeing his gut slop sliding out of him.
	"Unghhh..." he groaned as a turd appeared at his tight hairless
manhole. It slid out perfectly onto the plate, about 6 inches long. He
pushed and another beautiful turd landed on the plate, next to the other
one. This was shorter, about four inches.
	"Clean me up, shit face!"
	I again dove deep, coating my face with his shit, eating as much as
I could from his hole and spit shining his pink lips.
	He turned around and saw his shit on my face. He laughed loudly,
"Shit face! Oh, you look real pretty like that, man, fuckin' queer. Now
comes the real treat!" He ran to the kitchen, and brought back a fork.
"Sit," he commanded in a tone fit for a fag dog.
	I knelt before him, as he held the plate and cut off a chunk of
dung.
	Charlie held the turd before me on the fork and started a hot rap.

	"Mmmm, I put out some good shit, good shit for my shit eating
queer. Does my queer want it?"
	"Your queer wants to eat your shit, man."
	"You must be one fucked up faggot, to fuckin' eat shit, man."
	I nodded. "Yes, I am one fucked up faggot, dude, I want to eat your
shit, fucker, now feed me, I'm hungry for your dump."
	Charlie moved the fork into my open mouth. "Yeah, fag, my shit's in
your mouth, man, just wrap your lips around that creamy turd, boy, I won't
tell nobody that you're so queer for me you'll eat my shit off a plate,
dude, come on, eat my turds!"
	My tongue grabbed the turd as Charlie pulled the fork from my
closed lips. His ass slop tasted spicy, and I quickly chewed, needing more
of his turd inside me.
	"Ok, dude, chew it up, fuckin' toilet fag." He got right in my
face, spitting as he spoke. "Fuckin' shit eatin' cumhole faggot, eat me up,
I got two nice turds for your lunch, dude."
	I opened my mouth, to show him I had finished and wanted more. "You
goddamn fag, my shit's all in your teeth! How can you like that?"
	"I want everything from you, it's all sacred, man. Thank you for
making that shit for me to eat."
	Charlie laughed. "You got that right dude, Charlie makes shit just
so his fag has something to eat. Here's some more sacred turd for ya'."
	Charlie pissed a glass of kidney juice for me to wash down his shit
with. "Yeah, fucker, drink up my fuckin' waste, you queer. Be my toilet,
buddy. Maybe if you eat enough of my shit, you can be as cool as I am!" He
fed me his turd piece by piece, teasing me with it, making me beg to eat
his shit.
	I was holding onto his legs as if he were a god, as he fed me his
last piece of turd. "Mmmm, good Charlie shit, huh? Are you gonna lick the
plate clean like a good faggot?"
	He placed the plate on the coffee table, and I licked and sucked
loudly, cleaning the remains of his two intestine torpedoes off the plate.
When I was finished, Charlie inspected the china.
	"Wow, nice job, boy! This is clean enough to put back in the
cabinet! I think I'm gonna!" He walked into the kitchen and I heard the
rattle of the plate being replaced.
	I was finishing up the last of his urine when he walked back into
the living room. He lit up a cigarette, as did I. After a couple of puffs,
he coughed, and cleared his throat. You could tell he had produced a
loogie. Charlie produced it on his tongue, a large yellow glob, and he
looked in my eyes. I leaned in, staring right back, and sucked it off into
my mouth. I showed it back to him, and he moaned, "ohhh, fuck, that's a
nasty one!"
	I smiled, closed my mouth and put his hand onto my throat, so he
could feel as I swallowed his throat cum.
	"You sick mother fucker! That's so fuckin' gross! Ha-ha, my fuckin'
toilet faggot, how about this man?" He closed off one side of his nose, and
blew into his hand. Then he worked up some spit and spit into his hand on
top of the snots. He offered it to me. "How low? How low will you go, fag?
How queer will you get for me, huh?"
	I slurped the snot and saliva, and licked his hand clean. "That's
how queer I'll get for you, buddy."
	I'm still on the floor, on my knees. I grabbed his feet, first for
support, but then for just feeling them. I felt between his toes and around
his ankle.
	"Hey, you like that, huh? Check out my dirty feet, man."
	He put his feet up on the footrest, and I adjusted my position on
the floor. His soles were black, and I sniffed at them, smelling all that
dirt from walking downtown, oil from the gas station, and other guys' piss
from the dirty restroom.
	I straddled the footrest while sitting on the floor. I rubbed his
feet on my face, smelling, licking, tasting the filth from his skin. I
sucked each toe until they shone with spit. I licked between his toes,
sucking each one, licking like a cow so he could see my tongue cleaning his
nasty feet.
	"Yeah, fag, clean 'em up, man. All that scum from downtown, yeah,
it's like you're fuckin' lickin' the sidewalk!"
	His feet were dripping with spit as I licked them clean. Not a spec
of dirt remained.
	Charlie examined his soles. "Good job, dude! Fuckin' pig."
	"I am your fuckin' pig."
	"Hey, check this. You feet are pretty filthy too, man." He began to
drool onto his chest, and the hot spit pooled between his nipples. "Here,
wipe your feet off, man."
	I still sat on the floor, and put my left foot on his chest,
rubbing the sole in the spit. It began to turn his chest black, with the
grime wiping off onto his skin. The black spit was just too much for me to
take. I took my own foot into my mouth and sucked the dirt and spit off. I
couldn't reach my heel, but I did manage to clean all my toes.
	"Now the other one, man." I cleaned and sucked my right foot, even
getting to taste a little toe cheese.
	Charlie commanded, "Get this scum off my chest, pig!"
	I slurped the dirt off his chest, mixing my own spit with his and
the scum from my feet. Even after he was clean, I wallowed in my own spit
on his chest, feeling his heavenly skin on my face.
	He tousled my hair. "Like that?"
	"You'll never have to shower again, dude. I'll fuckin' clean you
with my tongue from head to toe. I'll clean your asshole after your shit. I
wanna be your total fag buddy."
	"You are my buddy, man. My fuckin' faggot butt buddy. Get up here
man, I need to plow some jaw, dude." He grabbed my head and shoved it in
his crotch. It took a couple of sloppy slurps to swallow it completely, but
I was soon tonguing the base of his cock. "Yeah, dude, you got a man's cock
in your mouth, man, giving a man a fuckin' blow job, and fuckin' lovin' it
like the fag you are. You love my man dick, don'tcha?"
	I pulled off just long enough to say "I love your dick."
	"Yeah, my buddy don't like that fairy-ass fag dick, right? You
fuckin' groove on that awesome man dick."
	"Yeah, Charlie's got a man's dick."
	"You don't want nobody else's dick?"
	With drool dripping from my chin, "I don't want nobody else's
dick."
	"You just wanna be Charlie's cumhole, is that it?"
	"I just wanna be your cumhole, man."
	Charlie pushed me off his cock, and walked over to my desk. He got
a black magic marker, and told me to stand up and bend over. He used the
marker on my back, and then spun me around. He wrote something else on my
chest, and stood back to admire his work. He laughed and said "you're mine,
fucker, I'm gonna dump my chick, man, and make you my pussy. I'm gonna
fuckin' use you like the fagmeat you are. C'mere, queer."
	He pulled me roughly into the bedroom, and he stood behind me in
the mirror. On my chest it said "I eat Charlie's cum and shit". I turned
around and saw the words "Charlie's cumhole" with an arrow pointing towards
my ass.
	He greased his dick recklessly and pushed me over. "Well, what's
this here, man? Looks like a cumhole just for me! Fuck, but you're a fag!"
We stared at each other in the mirror. "Well, I guess it don't matter. I'm
always horny, dude, and now I got a cumhole to fill anytime I want! Here
comes that hot cock you love so much...."
	He shoved in directly, sliding all the way in me, hitting my
prostate.
	He grinned. "Take it, fucker, take that naked cock in your pussy."
	I took it with a smile. "That's it, fuckin' do me totally naked,
man! No fuckin' rubber, man, I ain't no wuss!"
	"That's the only way I do it, fag!"
	"And that's the only way I'll fuckin' take it, man!"
	We watched each other the whole time in the mirror, as I begged,
pleaded for his cock. He fucked me harder the more I begged.
	"Yeah, you got a real nice cumhole, dude, but I wanna fuck you like
an animal." He pulled out quickly, grabbed me around the neck, and pushed
me to the bed. I was on my back, and Charlie yanked my legs apart and spit
on my hole. He spit twice more, almost in disgust. He moved into position.
	He popped his head in for just a moment before sinking his stunning
man cock up my shithole.
	He growled in my ear as he fuckin' laid me. I returned with more
growls as we became one animal, anatomically connected at the crotch. He
pounded my ass into the bed, working up a wild sweaty rhythm. We bounced
around the bed, his cock never leaving it's warm cumhole.
	For an hour, he ground his cock into me, both of us sweating and
grunting like the dogs we had become. Not a word was said that whole time,
but our grunts and growls communicated our fuck passion to each other.
	Charlie finally slammed his dick into my guts and filled me up with
his cum. The shots burned up my insides. I think that the moment when a guy
sperms in your ass is the greatest experience in the world. Charlie groaned
as he claimed his cumhole yet again.

	Not five minutes had passed when he said, "Hey buddy, I don't think
I fucked you hard enough that time. I think I'd better go another round and
fill up that hungry cumhole good!"
	"Yeah, gimme more dick..." I moaned in my passion.
	"Ahh, maybe not. I don't think so. You're just a fag wuss, man, you
can't take another screw."
	I pleaded. "No, I'm no wuss. I want more dick, gimme more dick,
come on, please?"
	"Ahhh, you're a fuckin' wuss." His ridiculing make me crazy.
	I got angry. "I take your sperm in my guts, I drink your fuckin'
piss, I eat your shit and your snots, man, it takes a man to do a guy like
that. It takes a man to be so queer. Come on, I want more, I want more!
Fuck that sloppy hole!"
	"Ok, we'll see..." He gave me ten crazy-hard slams, counting each
one while staring into my face. On the tenth dive into me, he spits on my
face. "You wuss!"
	I knew what was gonna happen. "No way, I ain't no fuckin' wuss!"
	Ten more slams, harder than before. More spit in the face. "You
fuckin' fag wuss!"
	"I ain't a wuss, fucker! Gimme dick, more dick..." Deeper and
deeper his cock plunged in me.
	We went through this scene twenty times (Charlie kept count) before
he told me jack off and cum. He spit on my dick and I grabbed it, stroking
hard.
	Before long, his ass plowing was too much to take and I exploded
all over both of us. I don't think I had ever cum so much. My asshole
naturally grabbed his cock, and squeezed it until he gave up that cum I
needed to have inside me. He shot another chunky load of buddy milk deep
into my guts.
	The orgasms ended, and Charlie didn't take it out for another
twenty mintues. He lay on top of me, his dick bathing in it's own cum
inside it's own cumhole.
	He slowly pulled out, and his dick left my hole with a juicy pop.
"Shit, man, I filled you up with them two loads!" I felt his finger graze
my asshole, and he presented the small glob of his cum to me. "Drippin'
fresh from your ass, dude, after I came in you." I gobbled it up, such a
gift, his fresh cum from my hole.

	Charlie stunned me with what he did next. "Hey, I wanna try
something..." He ran to the living room and returned with a long clear
plastic tube, maybe 1/2 in diameter. He sat on the edge of the bed, and
almost sounded like he was telling me a story. I still had my legs spread,
basking in the feeling of being totally used.
	"When I lived at the beach in Jersey, a dude told me he had heard
this, and I think you'll dig it. You know those rest stops? Well, in
Jersey, fags always hang out there, going in the woods and doin' dick.
Supposedly, this one guy got caught by the police, because he was
unconcious, and had slept there til the morning. He was naked, and his ass
was all fucked up, and he told the officers he had been 'shrimped'."
	I asked "ok, what's that?"
	He slowly stuck the tube deeply into my ass. He perfomed the
actions as he described them. "You let a bunch of guys cum up your ass, and
then put the tube up to your mouth, and...", he smiled an evil grin,
"...you suck the cum out of your own asshole."
	The thought alone turned me on big time. Before I knew it, the tube
was in my mouth and I sucked like crazy. We both watched as the mix of
grease, cum, shit, and fuck scum slowly made it's way through the tube and
into my mouth. I craved it, his cum, his sex, I sucked harder, and finally
got to taste a hot asshole fuck like I never had before. Some of the fuck
slime was caught in the tube, but Charlie pulled the end out of my hole,
and worked up some saliva. He put the tube in his mouth, and spit in it. I
sucked, washing the whole mess of sex slime into my mouth and down my
throat.
	"You've just been shrimped, buddy!"
	"Charlie, man, I'll take it all from you, dude. As fucked up as you
can get, that's how queer I'll get for you, just fuckin' use me, man."
	"Hey, got some more of that fuck scum for ya... time for that
southern lovin'..." He shoved his cock in my mouth and I tasted the
incredible morsels off his penis, tasting my shit, his come, and some light
brown greasy fuck slime on his half-hard rod. His dick was spotless as he
lay down on the bed.
	Charlie was lying on his back, and I cuddled up on his chest,
gently sucking at his nipple, licking like a fuckin' kitten. He moaned a
little here and there, and soon we were both asleep.


	It was just past midnight when I woke up, still lying next to my
incredibly cool fuck buddy. I think to myself, he's so cool I just wanna
eat his shit and take his cum, then maybe I could be as cool as he is.
	I have to piss, so I quietly get out of bed and go to the bathroom,
leaving the dorr open. I start to piss, and it looks like a good rancid
leak. I grab the glass off the top of the toilet tank, and fill it up 3/4
of the way. I bring it to my face, sniffing, inhaling the odor, and I start
to drink it slowly. A creak behind me indicates I'm not alone.
	"You fuckin' fag, want piss so bad you'll drink your own? Well,
finish yours, and I'll give you some man's urine in your mouth!"
	I dropped to my knees and gulped down the rest of mine. As soon I
put down the glass, he replaced the flow with luscious Charlie juice right
from the tap.
	I let out a fantastic burp, and we both laughed loudly.

	We both had some beer and vitamin E (needed more cum), and it was
about 1 am when he said, "Come on, let's go out, man, just you 'n me, and
we'll look at the stars, and whatever. I know a great place."
	It was a beautiful night, and we were totally naked except for our
cutoffs. He brought some lube in his pocket, and we drove off into the warm
summer night.

	The point in the mountains he picked was breathtaking, in the
middle of nowhere. The Virginia summer had been well balanced, not too hot
and not too cool. Off the ledge you saw miles of trees and tiny lights, and
the warm breeze gently passed over us.
	We both got naked and sat in the open jeep. Charlie lit up a joint
from his bag, and we eased into the high. I watched his movements as he
smoked; the vein that ran up his arm, his soft, bear-like hands, his smile.
	He was absent-mindedly fingering his nipple and said, "there's so
much more to sex, you know, than anybody ever said."
	"I like it too. I've never gone this far, like, it's so weird and
shit."
	Charlie smiled and said, "Weird is cool, man! It's like somebody
daring you in grade school..."
	"I'm glad you like it, man. I do too."
	He looked somber, and admitted, "I've been thinking, man, and you
know, I kinda, um, I mean..." He paused.
	"Go ahead, pal, it's cool. Fuck, I've eaten your shit, man, you got
something on me big time!"
	With determination, he uttered the words. "I kinda like this better
than chicks."
	I didn't say anything for a while. "How does it feel?"
	"What?" he asked.
	"Admitting it."
	"Ok, I guess. I only ever messed around once before you, with this
younger guy on the swim team back in high school. We were the only ones
left showering in the locker room, and he's like starin' at me, smiling. My
first reaction, of course, is to beat the shit out of him, but I just
couldn't. It was kind of turning me on, him being turned on by me. It was
like, 'Another dude likes seeing my dick, my dick must be real cool if
another guy's looking at it.' After the shower, he came over to where I was
drying off, and just pulled my towel off, dropped to his knees and sucked
my dick. It was like I was helpless, and he gave me the best blowjob of my
life. He took it all down, knew what to do, and made it feel real good. I
shot in his mouth, and he swallowed it down. He just wiped his lips and
walked away. I saw him in the locker room a few more times, but we never
did anything. I think he was afraid I would beat him up. After all, I did
hang with the cool dudes in school."
	"Hey, just go with what you feel. All this stuff, it's just for us,
you know. We both like it, so we do it."
	Charlie shook his head. "Dude, the sex is so much better with you.
I mean, Patty is alright as a girlfriend, she's pretty, and kinda funny.
She can't suck dick worth a shit, and the fucking is not bad. But you..."
He paused and collected his thoughts. "It's like I'm really, um, conquering
you, like you're giving up your soul for my pleasure. And then there's the
bond that only two dudes can have. That male bonding things works real well
in this kinda of thing, don't it?"
	"Yeah, it does. It works real well. I'm your buddy and your fuck
buddy."
	"Dude, we gotta go on tour. The Dead are coming through at the end
of the month. I would love to hang with you for a week or two, on tour.
You'd love it."
	I smiled. "Let's do it, buddy!" We high-fived, and locked our hands
at the thumbs, holding each other's hand tightly, as if to seal the deal.
	We both smoked a cigarette, watching the smoke blow away in the
night wind.

	Charlie stroked his prize prick. "Shit, I'm horny again."
	"It would be real cool if you fucked me out here."	"Man, that
cumhole sure is hungry!" He laughed as we hopped out of the jeep, and I
jumped in the back, grabbing onto the rollbar, and assumed the position. My
legs were planted far apart, and my chest curved downward. My spread ass
wiggled in the night air.
	"Yeah, come on, grease it up naked and give me your stud dick, man.
I want more of that fag fucker. Gonna make you feel real good."
	He appraised the scene from behind the jeep while sliding lube over
his pole. "Crazy fuckin' bitch... look at you! All fuckin' naked and bent
over, begging for my dick!"
	"Yeah, I get off on this position, man, you can only do this in a
jeep. Please, buddy, stick that greasy pole up my ass, man, fuckin' skin on
skin, come on, FUCK ME!" I yelled loudly. We were out in the woods so far
nobody would have heard me no matter how loud I yelled. "DUDE, FUCK ME NOW!
I NEED YOUR COCK!"
	Charlie climbed up and threatened in a low voice, "I'm gonna fuck
you up, motherfucker, I'm gonna screw you so hard a fuckin' kid's gonna pop
out, you fuckin' faggot."
	"FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME" I repeated over and over again until I
felt the comfort of his hot dick slam me, his penis back in the hot hole
where it belongs.
	Charlie grabbed my hips, my hands still grabbing the rollbar, and I
completely gave in to his thrusts.
	He leaned in close to my ear. "Gonna knock you up, gonna cum in
your pussy, fucker, gonna fuckin' dump my jizz in you, man, gonna make my
mark on that hungry faghole, yeah, real hard."
	I was totally sucking up his dick, bucking back when he pushed in.
If he fell out, it was a scramble of hands, both of us trying to put the
dick back into it's cumhole.
	The tape player was endlessly playing Europe 72 by the Dead, and we
slowly fucked to the groove of the music for a solid hour.
	I begged for more. "Don't ever take it out, man, please fuck me,
make me your fuckmeat, please, man, come over anytime, man, anytime you
wanna drain that cum, just fuck that hole wild til you dump it, man." I
reached back and felt his shaft penetrating my pussy lips.
	Charlie shot back. "Yeah, my cumhole's always open for me, always
ready for my big load of my sperm. I'm gonna *fuck* you up, man, I'm gonna
fuckin' stretch that pussy open wide every night, dude, you don't know,
man, your life is gonna be nothin' but swinging from this cock you love so
much, you're never gonna fuckin' shit right again, man, I'm gonna fuckin'
rip you up, fucker, yeah!"
	Our conversation quickly degenrated into the babbling of curse
words and grunts, while we had fuckin' raw animal sex in the wild. We were
both glistening with sweat in the moonlight. My buddy was fuckin' me, his
naked hard dick plunging into my steaming bowels. He was totally using me
as a piece of faggot fuckmeat.
	I lost all track of time, and it seemed that he loved fucking that
dick milkin' hole as much as I loved getting it fucked.
	Charlie became mock-serious. "What am I doin'?"
	"You're fuckin' me!"
	"Where am I fuckin' you?"
	"Up my ass, buddy, up my fuckin' ass." I groaned.
	"You like dick up your ass?"
	"I like your dick up my ass, dude"
	He acted like he was reasoning. "If you like my dick up your ass,
then you must be a faggot!"
	"I am a fuckin' faggot, man."
	"Yeah, real tight pussy on this faggot. I like fuckin' you, dude, I
can say I truly like your hole wrapped around my cock, nice and greasy,
skin on skin, man." He went silent for a moment, then laughed. "Man, now I
know where the band got the name Butthole Surfers!" He again laughed out
loud, pleased with his deduction. "I'm surfin' on your butthole, man!"
	I writhed on his prick. "Surf that butthole! Gimme that bitchin'
cock! Yeah, gonna lemme have that surfer sperm, right dude, gonna cum
inside me, Charlie, please..."
	"You're damn right I'm gonna cum inside you, faggot. All good
faggots take cum loads up their ass. Tighten up, man, and I'll slip some
Charlie cum into you."
	I concentrated only on the dick up my ass, squeezing with all I
had, trying to milk the sperm from his nuts.
	"Oh, that's it, man, yeah, fucker, I'm gonna fill up that cumhole,
yeah, I'm gonna fuckin' sling it, dude, here it comes..."
	His cum seared up my hole, I felt each shot of his gooey nut juice
planting itself inside me forever. I couldn't take it anymore, and shot off
without even touching my cock.
	"Yeah, fag, you like that cum inside you, you like being bred, man.
Yeah, that cum up your ass makes us kin, man. We're as close as two people
can be, fucker. Dude, that dick of mine sure likes that shithole of yours,
it don't wanna come out!"
	I still gripped him with my ass muscles, truly, I didn't want his
manhood to leave my innards.
	"Ok, man, you want it up there, fine, but I gotta piss..."
	"Excellent! Fuckin' piss in me, Charlie, fill me up with that
fuckin' urine, just fuckin' let go in me."
	"You crazy toilet fag, gonna fill you full of my gold, fucker!" He
pushed and grunted as his bladder emptied into my guts.
	"Piss in me, dude, my hole's your fuckin toilet. Fill me up."
	I felt my innards expand as his flow slowed. Charlie laughed.
"Yeah, dude, my piss is sloshin' around in you, man! I can fuckin' hear
it!"
	"Charlie, don't pull it out, cuz your cock is the only thing
holding your piss in me."
	"You better not blow that here, man, let's get out of the car." We
both began to hobble to the bumper, and miraculously, managed to get out of
the jeep without losing his dick from my ass.
	Then, without warning, he yanked his tool from my raped hole and
ran out of the way, like a bomb was going to explode. I couldn't hold on,
and felt myself blow. Piss and shit exploded from my hole, spraying all
over the grass, as blast after blast of Charlie juice came outta my
shithole, dripping down my legs.
	"Fuck, dude, that was wild!" Charlie said. He came in close, and
for the first time, he really kissed me. We made out like fuckin' lovers
for a few minutes, before he broke off. He looked me in the eyes. "You know
we're friends, man, that we're just havin' fun with all this talk, you
know? I mean, I don't want to hurt you, man, it's just that talkin' dirty
gets me off."
	"I know, me too. Who's your buddy?"
	Charlie smiled broadly and gave me a hug, and it felt as if I had
never been held before. His warmth encircled me, and it was as if we were
one. We stood for what seemed like hours holding each other tightly. He
broke off and walked back to the Jeep.
	He hopped into the driver's seat naked. "Come on, man, let's go.
It's fuckin four o'clock in the morning!" I cleaned off my fuckhole with my
cutoffs, and hopped in next to him. He grinned at me as he started up the
jeep.
	We were driving naked, mostly because it was four o'clock, and we
had only two long country roads to drive on to get back to my place. We
drove through the star-lit mountains, and I couldn't help but suck his
still hard puppy as we drove. I tasted my asshole and his piss as I sucked
his rod.
	We got back to my place, and after a little cleanup and smoking a
cigarette, we went to bed.
	He whispered almost romantically in my ear. "Hey, bud, I wanna put
my gun in it's holster."
	"Oh yeah, Charlie. Put that sperm gun in there for safe keeping,
dude."
	His dick slid easily into my hole. He curled up next to me, holding
my chest tightly, keeping his tool planted deeply inside me.

One more day, Sunday...


Hippie Boy Raunch 4 (Sunday)

Here we go with another sordid tale about me & Charlie, the smart mouth
hippie college kid who's just getting into screwing guys. This includes gay
sex at it's nastiest, pot usage, lots of cursing, domination (no pain),
mind fucking, watersports, scat, unsafe sex, nasty dirty stuff, and other
things.  Oooooh, it's very nasty alright. Pretty sick.  You may not want to
read this story.

comments and similar stories are welcome!

Charlie n' me, Sunday morning

	I awoke to find Charlie looking at me, his squinted brown eyes
staring right at mine. His long blonde hair half covered his face. "Good,
you're awake. I gotta pee, and I ain't leaving this bed." It was eight
o'clock.
	Slowly, he pulled his still firm cock from my bowels, where it has
been for the past few hours and I jostled around on the bed. I took his
shit covered dick into my mouth, and sucked, hoping for my breakfast juice.
	I chewed on some shit while he grunted and pushed. Soon I was given
that gold juice I loved. His piss had such a sweet taste, even at this time
of the night.	He finished, and I didn't miss a drop. I never do.
	I kept sucking my shit from his cock until he started getting hard.
	"Ow! Cut it out!" he said, smacking my head. "I'm fucked out, man,
my balls hurt. Let's go back to bed."
	I turned back around, and lay next to him. I whispered to him,
"bud, your dick tastes goods before it goes in, but even better after you
take it out."
	He smiled and said, as if reminding me, "Gotta put my gun in it's
holster, dude."
	My fuckpit gratefully accepted his dick to the hilt. I whispered
back passionately, "gun in it's holster, buddy." He held me tight, keeping
his dick hard and buried. His right hand held my heart, and we were as one.

	Lying next to Charlie is like being next to coolness itself. His
warmth envelopes me in confidence. It's the way he carries himself, so sure
of himself, and just cocky enough in normal life that he's not annoying.
His trim frame, naturally built chest, and golden skin gave him the look of
a country boy and a surfer combined. The kind of guy you'd see
rollerblading wearing only shorts. The guy playing hackey-sack in the park
with his friends, none of them wearing anything but shorts and friendship
bracelets around their ankles and wrists. He was 23, yet looked 19.
	Charlie fucked me awake at about noon. My eyes opened quickly as
Charlie was fucking me short and deep, whispering "get up....get up" with
each thrust.
	I enjoyed the screwing for a little while, then yelled "ok, I'm
up!" He pulled out and turned over to the other side of the bed.
	I examined my buddy, his arms flailed back, exposing his nearly
bald pits, as he stretched out. His chest became tight and you could see
his ribs sticking out of his skin, ribs that were just covered by muscle
and smooth skin when he wasn't stretching. His dick was hanging to the
right, shriveled, covered in asshole fuck scum. Charlie's cum factories
were tight up on him, obviuosly drained. His long legs extended just beyond
the end of the bed, with his beautiful feet hanging off. His golden hair
spilled over the pillow, just hitting his shoulders.
	I couldn't help myself. "You are so fucking hot, man. You don't
know."
	"I bet you say that to everybody that fucks you."
	"No, no I don't."
	He smiled and jumped up on top of me playfully. We wrestled around
a bit before he gave me a deep kiss. I sucked the morning breath scum out
of his mouth, tasting his nasty tongue and going for it all. "Spit in my
mouth," I begged. He obliged, several times.
	We decided it was time to start the day, and a perfect day it was.
A gentle breeze blew through light clouds.
	"Come here, dude." Charlie stood by the bathroom mirror, over the
sink. "Wash off my dick."
	I stood behind him and reached around. I held his beautiful penis
in my hand, feeling it's heft, smoothing the still greasy sex scum over the
head as I looked into his eyes in the mirror. His head fell back onto my
shoulder as his dick started to stiffen up.
	Turning on the water, I waited until it was perfectly warm to fill
my hand with water and douse his dick. It was up to about 7 inches and I
could get a good hold on it now. I shot some liquid soap into my hand, and
washed off that dirty man tool. Charlie was moaning still, the warm
soothing hands stroking his dick, getting even more slippery every second.
I didn't want him to waste his baby batter, so I got him cleaned off and
rinsed.
	We went out for bagels. The sun beat down on his naked chest as we
drove through the summer wind. I noticed little beads of sweat making their
way down Charlie's chest, soaking into to the ripped up, barely legal
cutoff jeans that were his only piece of clothing. I wore a shirt and
cutoffs, both of us barefoot. Charlie had that cool friendship anklet on,
too. We got some looks at the bagel shop, that's for sure. I put on my
shirt only because I still wore the words that Charlie had written on me;
"I eat Charlie's cum and shit" on my chest, and "Charlie's cumhole" on my
back just above my ass.
	We walked in the door, and as was our practice, we ripped off our
clothes and dropped them on the floor by the door. Charlie went right to
the kitchen when we returned. I waited in the living room, on the floor,
and packed a bong for us. He was grunting and groaning, and soon I found
out why.
	I coughed out the hit when I saw what was up. Charlie had pissed a
big glass of piss for me, and then presented a plate. My bagel was cut in
half, and both parts were covered carefully with Charlie's smeared turd. A
big smooth gross layer of Charlie's asshole slop. He had a big cup of
coffee.
	I excalimed, "Oh, dude, you're as fucked up as I am!"
	"Breakfast time for the faggot! Eat my asshole cream cheese,
buddy."
	I took a big bite, right at his face, daring him to think I was a
wimp. I chewed up the bagel and drank the bladder waste with a smile on my
face. He ate his bagel, shaking his head at how fucked up his faggot will
get.
	"Yum, good Charlie shit, huh? That's it. That fuckin' tasty turd in
your stomach, man, yeah, you digesting me, man, and shitting me out, that
is so fucked up. Chew it up good, you faggot, you fuckin' pussy boy, yeah,
I got me a shit-eatin' boy with a pussy that I can fuck."
	I finished the bagel. The piss glass was emptied into my guts, and
he said "You can get some more at the source, if you want."
	Charlie had long fininshed his coffee and it had already gone
through his body. I moved over and took his dick lightly in my mouth. His
cockhead grazed my lips, and he groaned as he said "Drink my piss, bitch.
Here's your morning coffee, filtered through me, man."
	The flow started, and it was strong. I had to gulp my best to get
it all down. Rich dark tangy urine, draining from his penis into my
stomach.
	He patted me on the head. "Yeah, my personal toilet."
	"When that bagel comes out I want it," I breathed with fag passion.
	"Oooooh yeah, man, straight from my intestines into your stomach,
just one big cycle, man. Out of me, into you, just like my cum."
	We both relaxed with a cigarette after breakfast.
	Unexpectedly, I jumped a little like a happy kid. "Hey, Charlie,
what are we gonna do today? Huh? Huh?"
	He took on a fatherly approach. "Well, first, my little fagboy, I
want you to suck some turds out of me, then we'll go to get some beer, and
then, we'll see what else is in that bag I brought!"
	"That's sounds great, Charlie!"
	"Ok, come on dude."

	Charlie lit up a cigarette and pulled me into the bedroom. He got
on his shoulders, poking his pink hole up in the air. His legs were spread,
and his smooth asslips started to twich as he grunted a little. I took my
place, lips locked sideways around his asshole, making out with his most
private place. My tongue burrowed, stretching his shit tunnel, hoping for
his colon to give me what I wanted.
	"Get ready dude...oh, this is a big one, ohhhhhh" His shit mouth
expanded, and I tasted his creamy turd slide down my tongue and into my
throat. He pinched it off, and I barely had time to chew it up and swallow
before another beautful turd appeared, tempting me, daring me, wanting to
be eaten rather than wasted in a porcelin toilet. I let the turd fall into
my hand.
	I was chewing the second turd when he relaxed. "That's all for now,
shitface. Yeah, absorb that shit from my guts, man, that shit's been
through me, that's why you want it so much, right, faggot?" I gobbled down
the second shit torpedo.
	With a mouthful of his awesome shit, I said "You got it, dude."
	I went back to his hole and cleaned him up. Charlie moaned loudly
as my shit covered tongue dug up that hot tunnel, just to make sure he was
clean, inside and out.

	We pulled into the 7-11 and Charlie went in. In the space next to
us, a young guy blasting Metallica pulled in and ground to a quick halt.
The door of the customized 73 Nova opened, and out stepped a kid, probably
about 20, with styled dark brown hair, hanging over his ears and forehead,
parted in the middle. He stood about 5'8" (I love guys shorter than I am).
He wore no shirt (I love summer!) and had on just a pair of tight black
cotton sweatshorts. His chest was trim, long and lean. He wore massive
white and green high tops, and no socks. A hot, fresh-faced dude.
	As Charlie walked out, this guy was walking in.
	"Charlie!" The dude shook hands with him, and they started to talk.
	The two approached my side of the window and we were introduced.
	"Bob, this is Joey. I know him from school, and he's friends with
Lance, too." Lance was one of Charlie's friends that we'd hang with
sometimes.
	Joey's hand shook mine, firmly, and his skin transferred an
overwhelming softness. My dick stirred.
	Charlie continued talking to Joey. Soon, Charlie was glancing at
me, and then back at Joey, and I knew him well enough to know that he was
formulating some kind of plan. Joey ran a hand from the center of his head
to the very back, and his hair fell perfectly into place.
	"Hey Joe, what are you doin'?"
	Joey passed a finger over his nipple without even realising it. "I
just finished working on the car, I was gonna get some beers and hang."
	Charlie gave me one last glance. "Why don'tcha hang out with us? We
got some dope, and it's just us two hanging out."
	Joey suddenly remembered something. "Hey, my uncle's gone for the
week, we could go up to his farm. He's got like a hundred acres of land,
and nobody's there.
	Again Charlie shot me a glance and smiled. "Well, why don't we go
get high and we'll take it from there?"
	"Cool, I'll meet you there!"

	Joey went into the store, and Charlie hopped in the drivers seat
and started it up.
	I turned to him. "What are you doin', man?"
	Charlie reassured me. "Relax, dude, Joey is very laid back. He
hangs around with the alternative crowd alot, I know he knows a couple of
queers, and he's a nice guy. I don't know what he gets into, but we'll find
out soon enough."
	"He's a stud, Charlie."
	"Yeah, you like him, huh? He's a good looking dude. You know, we
used to have spitting contests, and he always won."

	We got back to the house, and Charlie immediately ran to his bag in
the bedroom. He fumbled around, like he was taking inventory. "Where's the
shrimpin' tube?"
	"It's in the bathroom, man. I think it's clean."
	He got the tube, rinsed it out, and dropped it into the bag. He
also got a big empty Gatorade bottle from the kitchen. He zipped up his
pouch, and put it by the door.
	"Uh-oh," I said in mock worry, "Charlie's got plans...."
	"I don't know if he's gonna go for it, but I know you will."
	"Only if you let me do him, dude."
	Charlie shot back, "You're fuckin' right! Nobody cums in my boy's
hole unless I say so!"

	The door opened and Joey stood in the sun, wearing only what he had
on before. I melt for dudes who run around almost naked all the time,
knowing that dudes and chicks are drooling over their bodies.
	"Yo!" Joey entered, carrying a twelve pack and a pack of Marlboros
in his waistband.
	Charlie and I still wore our cutoffs, I had a Hobie shirt on. We
all got comfortable and sipped our beers. We started chatting about our
mutual friends and stuff as Charlie packed and passed the bong around.
	"Oh, man, I'm starting to run out of this, man." His supply of the
good bud was running low. He nodded to me. "Here, let's double up."
	He sucked a huge hit into his lungs, and motioned with his finger
when he was ready. I leaned over to his face, we both turned sideways, and
locked our lips tightly. He pushed the hit into me as I sucked it out of
his lungs. I broke off when he was spent, and I held the hit for as long as
I could before expelling a huge cloud of smoke.
	Joey seemed slightly uncomfortable, and he looked away as Charlie
loaded up another hit. "Wanna hit, Joey?"
	"Well, yeah, ok. But do I have to do that?"
	"Man, we are running low. Unless you wanna smoke some seeds, man,
this is the only way to do it."
	Joey seemed perplexed. "That's kinda faggy, isn't it? It's like
you're kissin'"
	With that, Charlie passed the bong to Joey. When Joey had finished
the hit, Charlie went over to him and leaned into his face. They passed the
hit, and then Charlie passed it to me. I could still feel the smoke in my
lungs, and I walked over to Joey and passed it back. The ring ended there,
and we all sat, dazed, and drank more beer. Another few rounds passed
before anyone spoke. Charlie broke the silence.
	"Hey Joey, man, I gotta ask you something. It's all cool with me
and Bob, I mean, we're all guys here, you know..."
	Joey cocked his eyebrow. "Yeah?"
	"Well, have you ever, like, done anything with guys before? Like,
mess around, you know...."
	It seemed that Joey felt a little embarrased. "Well, um, once or
twice."
	"That's cool, man, very cool." Charlie reassured our guest.
	Joey looked quizzical. "Why? You're not gay, man. What about
Patty?"
	Charlie started in on the story. "Dude, I met up with Bob a few
months ago, and I was so horny at that party, that I would have let a
Hoover blow me. Anyway, Bob's checking me out the whole time. I don't mind
dudes checkin' me out, you know? But I never thought I would really fuck
around with a guy. So he's going into the bathroom and I'm coming out, and
he's just staring at me. I stop, and we're just looking at each other when
he leaned forward and kissed me fucking right on the lips. I freaked a
little, but I pulled him into the bathroom. He dropped to his knees and
blew me until I shot down his throat. We've been hangin' out ever since."
	Joey still didn't get it. "But, but, but you're not gay, Charlie."
	"Damn right, man, but that don't mean I don't like putting my dick
in a hot wet place, you know? I mean, sex is sex, you know, getting off is
getting off."
	I walked to the kitchen to get another round of brews while they
continued their psychoanalysis. I thought to myself, this is gonna
backfire.
	When I returned, Joey was confessing his experiences. "...and we
went skinny dipping that night. We were both kind cold in the mountains
that night, and decided to link up our sleeping bags. We went to bed
wearing our underwear, and I woke up to find him playing with my dick. He
jerked it until I came. We didn't talk about it at all, man."
	Charlie said "And didn't it feel good?"
	"Yeah, it was cool, I guess." Joey was starting to loosen up, the
beers washing away his inhibition.
	Charlie wrapped his arm around my neck. "Well dude, Bob here is one
grade-A fag. I mean, he's a guy, you know, he hangs out with me and my
friends, when we go out and shit, but when we're together alone, he's just
a piece of fuckmeat." He looked over to me and added, "And I mean that in a
good way." Charlie winked at me.
	Joey appeared to be considering the words. He eyes wided a bit, and
his voice raised in volume. "Really, man? I'd never guess you were gay,
man."
	I said "I've always been queer, but I can't stand that whiny faggot
shit, you know, that 'go girl' shit. I'm a guy, and just because I like
dick doesn't mean I gotta be a wimp."
	Joey seemed to understand. "Well, that's cool, man. I don't care
who you screw, really."
	Charlie jumped in. "But, see, Joey, there's something even better
about me and Bob. It goes a bit further than blow jobs."
	"Yeah, like what?"
	Charlie coughed up a loogie and used his hand to open my mouth
wide. He moved in close, angled so Joey could see everything, and hawked
the lung slime into my mouth. I tasted the goo and spread it all over my
mouth before swallowing loudly.
	"Oh, that's sick, man. That's like fuckin' locker room pranks, man!
Oh, gross."
	Charlie chimed, "Oh, Joey, come on, you used to do stuff like that
in high school, right? Teasing the underclassmen and making them do gross
things..."
	Joey seemed to remember and laughed out loud. "Heh, yeah, once we
made Wes Reuben lick the toilet in the locker room. We all fuckin' watched
and laughed our asses off. But, that's, like sick, ain't it, Bob?"
	Charlie said "You ain't seen nothing yet, man." He reached over and
pulled off my shirt. I stood briefly, displaying the words on my chest and
above my ass.
	Joey's mouth was agape as he uttered the words "No fuckin' way!
You're kidding!"
	Charlie spoke with pride. "Nope. And he's a great fuck."
	I tried to explain. "Joey, man, it's like this. Chicks dig getting
fucked because they're surrendering to you, they're giving you all they
have. Well, I like giving myself up for a dude, and the total surrender is
taking everything a dude puts out."
	"That's kinda weird, though, like unnatural..." Joey was trying to
understand. He adjusted his crotch and I could see Charlie and I were
making progress with this tight little dude.
	I continued. "What could be more natural than total surrender to
your sex parter?"
	Charlie interruped. "If you found a chick so crazy for your dick
that she would do southern love for you, wouldn't you keep her?"
	"What's 'southern love'?" Joey asked.
	"You ain't never heard that? Southern love means that you fuck her
bareback up the ass, yank it out and shove it in her mouth. She'll clean it
off and swallow your cum and her shit."
	Joey reeled from the thought. "Whoa, that's fuckin' wild." He
turned to me. "You like that, man?"
	I pointed to my back. "See what's written back there? Usually he'll
dump his load in me, and I'll clean him off afterwards. Charlie is such a
terrific fucker that I'll do what he wants me to."
	Joey turned to Charlie. "You don't wear a rubber when you fuck
him?"
	Charlie said "Why? We're both cool with it, and it's so fuckin'
great to be able to fuck without one."
	Joey now appeared to have a genuine interest. "Dude, I haven't
fucked without a rubber for so long I forget what it feels like!"
	Charlie vouched for me. "Bob just really goes for it. I mean, you
should see us, we go at it like animals. We both get all sex crazed,
talking real real nasty and stuff." Charlie took a sip of beer and said
"Like, here, check this out." He stood, grabbed my shoulder and said "Take
my fuckin' leak, faggot."
	His eyes hypnotised me, and I knelt at his bladder faucet, feeling
his hot dickmeat resting on my lips. He groaned as the flow started. His
piss spashed audibly in my mouth, and while I swallowed it all down. After
his flow stopped, I crazily squeezed and sucked his tube, hoping for
another drop or two. I was properly rewarded.
	We returned to the sofa and Joey stared in disbelief. I let loose
with a massive burp, and we all laughed loudly. It was the ice breaker that
we needed.
	"Ain't piss, like, bad for you?"
	I answered, "well, you can't live on piss alone, but I try when I'm
with this guy." I playfully rubbed Charlie's head and grabbed a handful of
his golden hair. He took the cue and pushed me back on the couch, kissing
me full on the lips, signifying his control over me. He pushed me back till
I was almost bent over the armrest, and our lips were soon covered in spit.
We made loud sloppy sounds, as loud as we could, as we made out with each
other. I pulled him off by his hair, and we were both breathless as we
reached for our beers. Charlie gave me that special look. "Du-ude...." he
moaned.
	Joey gave in. "Well, fuck, why don't we go up to the farm and do
something wild?"
	Charlie and I jumped at the chance.
	"Is there a shed?" Charlie asked.
	"There's a shed and a barn and some deep woods too. It's really
beautiful."
	Joey stood and I could see his dick through the shorts. It looked
like he wasn't wearing any underwear. "Wait, I gotta piss..." He started
toward the bathroom.
	Charlie opened up his bag of tricks. "Hold on Joe; come here dude."
Charlie opened up the wide mouth Gatorade bottle and told Joey to stand in
front of him while he sat on the couch. "Ok, whip it out and let it go!"
	Joey stuck his dick into the bottle and it soon began to fill with
yellow dude piss. He pissed for a long time, and the bottle was about a
fifth full. Joey withdrew from the bottle and said "Um, I gotta shake it
off." He seemed lost.
	I provided the means as I dropped to my knees and sucked the
remaining juice from his soft prick. He moaned as I sucked for a couple of
minutes on his prize prick. It was to be about five inches soft, and a
smooth coating of flesh covered the shart. I finished his dickjuice and
stood up. "More of that later," I said.
	Joey was spinning from having a dude lick his prick for the first
time. "Um, Bob, what does it taste like?"
	I looked at him and gave a devilish grin. "It tastes like you,
buddy."
	Charlie closed up the bottle and packed it away. "Let's go!"

	The trip to the farm was mainly driving on empty highways, so we
were uninhibited as we drove, all of us naked except for our shorts. We all
had to pee during the ride, so we passed the bottle around, filling it up
nearly to the top by the time we arrived at the farm.
	The scenery was spectacular indeed. Crops on one side, grazing land
on the other. A large barn sat behind a county house, overlooking a
beautiful hill. Trees at the back of the hill tossed in the breeze.
	Joey spoke proudly. "Far as you can see, it all belongs to my
uncle. Come on!" We left the Jeep in the warm sun and ran into the house.
	Joey went right for the fridge. "Hey, let's do shotguns!"
	He gave us all beers, and we punched holes in the side of the can
near the bottom. One the count of three, we all popped the cans, and the
beer rushed into our stomachs. We did three each, and put some ice and six
brews into a cooler. Joey suggested we go into the woods.
	The buzz started to kick in, and we decided to walk naked around
the farm. We were far from the road, so no one would see us (like I gave a
shit if they did).
	The walk was long, but watching these two buddies walking naked in
the sunlight was a sight worth remembering. Joey's butt was tight, smooth
and cocked back and forth as he walked. I bet he would look so hot in a
pair of 501's. His Nike's looked studly at the ends of his legs. High tops
turn me on, especially on such a masculine dude.
	The sun was bright and strong, and Charlie suggested we lay in the
sun. "Come on, man, naked dudes hanging out with each other, what could be
better?"
	We laid in the sun for about a half hour, lying on a towel Charlie
pulled from his bag. We talked about fucking and what we all liked, and
Charlie told Joey how I suck the shit from his hole.
	Joey said, "Bob, man, that's so weird, but if you dig it then what
can I say?"
	Charlie jumped in. "You ever do a chick up the ass?"
	"No, but I tried. I tried it with Kathy one night. She slapped me
and left."
	We all laughed and rolled around on the towel. Joey shocked the
hell out of me by grabbing my dick and giving it a good squeeze. Charlie
didn't notice, and I didn't say anything.
	Charlie stood and grabbed his dick. "Oh, pissboy!"
	I got off the towel and knelt on the grass. He started to piss in
my face, hair and all over my chest. "Pissface! Pissface!" he started to
chant, teasing my faggot ass. His urine mixed with my sweat and coated my
body.
	Joey said "Oh, cool!" and jumped up. He wagged his dick at me and
pissed a hot hard jet stream all over me. Their piss mixed together,
coating me in their waste. He joined in Charlie's chanting.
	I lay back in the piss soaked grass, and let their scent dry on my
skin as I sat in the sun.
	They shook off some drops as I baked in the sun. I smiled and said
"yeah, dude, I guess I'm just a fuck toy for you straight dudes."
	Charlie piped up. "Yeah, fuckin' toilet queer. Silly faggot, dicks
are for chicks!"
	We all laughed at the insult. I knew that this was just for fun. We
all knew.
	They stood above me, gods in the sun, and Charlie spat on my chest.
Joey followed, hitting my right nipple squarely. They started a contest,
trying to spit bigger globs onto me. My chest was covered, and they both
gave a spit to my face before sitting back down on the towel.
	Joey seemed genuinely surprised. "Wow, this *is* cool. No offense,
Bob, you know, I mean, Charlie started it..."
	I enthused him. "No man, I like it. As long as you respect me in
the morning."
	We laughed as Charlie brought out a large bag of weed. "Brain
candy!"
	Joey said "Hey! I thought you said you were running out! That's why
we had to share!"
	Charlie just smiled and rolled up a huge doobie. "Gotcha," he said.

	We smoked and shotgunned each other until the joint was a roach.
Charlie tossed it in the grass and we let the high sink in.
	Joey said "I got cotton mouth. Lemme have a beer."
	Charlie reached into the cooler and threw Joey a brew. He got one
for himself, and tossed me the Gatorade bottle. "And some fuckin'
Buddy-Ade, man!"
	I took a good gulp of our piss bottle, tasting the unique mix of
bladder juices, and Joey kind of looked at me strangely. It seemed as if he
were intrigued.
	"Want some Joe?" I asked, expecting him to spit at me. Instead, he
grabbed the bottle and took a swig.
	Charlie was kind of shocked. "You like piss, Joe?"
	"I drink mine all the time. My buddy in school told me that
drinking from your own fountain is good for you. So every now and then I'll
have a big glass of piss. Usually I'll just cup my hands and have a sip.
Never drank anybody else's though, but this is good!" He took another
drink.
	Charlie smiled wickedly and leaned into Joey's face. "Joey, are you
a piss faggot?"
	Joey got very angry. "No way, man, I ain't no faggot! I just like
drinkin' piss, that's all. I don't suck cock, I don't get fucked..."
	"You ever jerk off and drink your own cum, Joey?"
	Joey dropped his head. "Well, yeah, haven't you?"
	Charlie raised his voice. "No, cuz I ain't no faggot!"
	Joey pleaded. "I ain't a fag, man!"
	Disgusted, Charlie backed off. "Fuck, I got a hole to put my cum
in. I don't have to drink it."
	I intervened. "Ok, guys, let's cool it. Here, have a smoke."
	Things cooled down as we finished the butts.
	Charlie said, "Joey, man, you're gonna have to prove you ain't a
faggot."
	"How?"	"Let Bob suck you off."
	"Sure, that's cool." Joey seemed relieved. As Joey got to his feet,
Charlie stuck his tongue out and made a kissing gesture. I understood the
language. He wanted me to try and kiss him. But first, I was gonna suck
this fuckin' mechanic dude's cum rod.
	Joey stood before me, and I saw his dick hard for the first time
close up. It was a masterful work, a torpedo stretching eight inches from
his balls, topped off with a beautiful tapered head. A thick vein ran along
the bottom, and I licked at the precum before swallowing down the rubbery
tool.
	Joey moaned as I gave him a deep juicy blow job. "Oh, yeah, yeah,
that's so good, oh..." He was gyrating his hips, fucking my wet mouth.
	Charlie cheered us on. "Yeah, great head, huh Joey? Yeah, so much
better than a chick, right Joey?"
	"Oh yeah, yeah it is man!"
	Charlie continued the attempt at mind control. "Yeah, so much
better gettin' head from a dude, right Joey? So much hotter having sex with
a guy..."
	I pulled off and licked my way to his chest. I bit at his nipples,
which were suprisingly hard and long for a straight guy. Joey had his eyes
closed. I moved up slowly to his face. I was gonna find out what this guy
could handle.
	I stuck out my tongue and moved into his lips. He pushed me off,
pitched back his fist and knocked me square in the jaw. I fell to the
ground.
	Joey spit in my face, and put his size 10 Nike on my chest. "I
ain't no faggot." He won.

	We smoked another joint, had some more beer, and decided to get out
of the sun. "Hey, let's go to the barn!" Joey suggested. We all happily ran
down the hill, our cocks bouncing in the air.
	The barn contained 12 horses, all beautiful Clysdales. The scent of
hay and sweat permeated the air.
	"Alright faggot, what's it gonna be?" Charlie teased.
	"Well, you two guys decide. After all, I'm the fucktoy around here.
I do wanna lick those cool sneakers of Joey's sometime today."
	Charlie said, "We could tag team fuck him..."
	Joey was up for anything. I jumped at the suggestion.
	Charlie said "Ok, rules are: 1- You gonna cum inside Bob's ass.
Even though it's my cumhole, you can cum in it too, Joey."
	I piped up "Thanks, dude!"
	Charlie continued the list of rules to Joey. "2 - you get to slam
his fudge hole a hundred times for five rounds.  3 - when we switch, you
gotta let him suck your dick clean from number 70 to 100. He'll wanna talk
through the other numbers. 4 - Only the guy fucking him can talk to him.
And 5, if either of us fuck the shit out of him, we win."
	Joey didn't understand. "Well, sometimes, when you fuck ass real
hard, you make them shit. You stretch them open so wide they can't control
their shithole. They'll just explode with some slimy shit."
	We all agreed on the rules. I didn't know what 'winning' meant, but
knew it would be fun.
	Reaching into his bag, Charlie pulled out a funnel and the still
half full bottle of dude piss. "Lie down over here, dude."
	I lay on a mound of hay and spread my ass open, showing Joey his
first manhole. Charlie said to Joey, "Nice, huh?"
	"Yeah..."
	Charlie started to sound like he was giving a course when he said,
"Ok, now first, we're gonna clean out the hole. I've been fucking him for
two days straight, and I've been pushing that shit back up into him, you
know, packing his fudge!" Charlie giggled as he said that. He pushed my
legs up into the air and back, so my hole was straight up.
	Charlie spit at my shithole. He told Joey to do the same. Charlie
stuck his finger in, lubing up the entrance. He pulled out and stuck in the
funnel. Opening the bottle of piss, he poured some into the funnel. I
guessed it had seeped into my gut when Charlie said, "Man, that was
quick!"	Joey seemed to be getting into the flow of how me and
Charlie did sex. "Man, that asshole's drinking our piss!"
	Charlie smiled, knowing his buddy was gonnna get into this as much
as he was. Charlie emptied the bottle and removed the funnel when I had it
all, and pinched my asshole shut. "Yeah, let that piss sink up in you,
man." Charlie let me down and I swished the piss in my body before letting
it go on the ground. I had to wait a while for all the piss and shit to
come out, and it coated the ground below my ass.

	I got on all fours on the hay, ready for some dude dick to invade
my guts. What great buddies I had, willing to fuck me for hours, willing to
get wild and dirty with me.
	Charlie pulled some Elbow Grease from his bag. My hole was
twitching with anticipation. "Now," he said, "when you fuck ass, too much
lube is just about enough." I felt a glob of the cool lube on my ass, and
Charlie started smearing it all over my hole. His fingers prodded in,
loosening me, greasing up the entrance to my soul. Joey watched studiously.
The lesson continued. "Then you gotta grease up your cock." I looked
through my legs to see the prick I wanted in me, all the time growing,
throbbing, getting ready to fuck.
	"Bob, flip over man." He turned to my future fucker. "I like
fuckin' him like a pussy. Now watch, Joey." Charlie placed the tip of his
dick at the fuck hole, and slowly popped the head into me.
	Joey looked on closely, studiously. "Look, his hole is trying to
suck you in!"
	I groaned "fuck yeah, buddy, nice and hot in there. Gonna make you
feel real good, Charlie."
	Joey was suprized at my enthusiasm. "Don't it hurt?"
	"Dude, it's like fuckin' heaven havin' a hot dick inside you. You
should try it sometime."
	He spit on me again, "I tol' ya, I ain't a fag."
	Charlie kept his dick just inside and leaned into my face.
"Usually, faggots want it real slow to start with, but this dude on my dick
likes it in him really quick!" He slammed his flesh pole all the way
inside. I bucked on his dick, moaning and groaning, showing him I could
take it.
	"Yeah, gimme dick, gimme dick, I can fuckin' take it..." I moaned.
	Joey said "Fuck, man, you're fuckin' him all the way in!"
	I turned to Joey. "Yeah, those chicks you screw can't take it like
this, right?"
	Joey laughed and said "That's right, man... they're always fuckin'
crying and whinin'... but you're fuckin' takin' it all with a smile!"
	"Yeah, I'm taking Charlie's dick. I love Charlie's dick, big man
dick up my hole, man, yeah, fuck me motherfucker!" I was fuckin' back on
his pole as he fucked it into me. We met halfway.
	Charlie planted it deep, and held it there. He turned to Joey.
"Here's something that I used to do with Rachel. But I haven't done it with
this fag yet..." I wondered what he had in mind.
	Charlie instructed me, "I'm gonna slide it all the way in you, and
you tighten up. Then on the count of three, you push and let go, and I'm
gonna rip it out of you. Got it?"
	"Yeah, I fuckin' got it? What am I, a stupid queer?"
	My fuck studs laughed. "Ok, buddy, here we go!" He was planted deep
in my greasy hole and I squeezed with all I had. "Mmmmm, tight...." Charlie
moaned.
	Charlie got into having my hole wrapped around his sausage, and
threw his head back.
	"Hey," I groaned, "looks like you don't *wanna* pull it out, huh?
Ha-ha, nice in there, huh?" I laughed at my buddy, so into fucking dude
hole that he's losing his mind.
	"One! Two! Three!" I loosened and pushed him out like a turd. He
pulled out quickly, with a loud sloppy pop. The sensation of skin rubbing
on skin that fast was pure ecstasy. There were hershey streaks on his tool,
and Joey was a little grossed out.
	Charlie said, "No, man, it's better for fuckin'. Shit is great
lube, and it's all natural!" He popped the head back in, and slammed it
home.
	"One Two Three!" Again he disengaged me like a cork popped from a
bottle. I shit him out with a loud "Fuck yeah!" each time.
	"Ok, that's twenty." Charlie said. "Now it's your turn, Joe."
	"Wait a minute," I protested, "I thought you were counting to a
hundred!"
	Charlie smiled, "This is the practice round! We gotta show our new
buddy how to fuck a man's hole. He ain't never fucked nothin' but pussy!"
	 I was still holding my legs in the air, when Charlie had an idea.
"Time out," he called, and I let my legs down and sat on the edge of the
hay bale. He pulled Joey aside and whipered. They both walked to the other
end of the barn. They returned with two rope.
	"We're gonna make it easy for you to take our big dicks, man."
Charlie said. He got bandannas from his bag, and tied one around each of my
ankles. Then they both tied a rope around each bandanna, and threw the
other end of the rope around a rafter a couple of feet behind us. They tied
the other ends to a small tractor that was next to the wall. The rope
stretched about ten feet. My legs were comfortable, with my feet hanging
widely above my shoulders. My hole was a couple inches off the hay, at the
edge of the bale. It was at the perfect height for both fucking and
watching the fuck. The bandannas ensured I wouldn't get rope burns. I
grabbed my ass and stretched the hole open, ready to have my guts raped.

	Joey got into position. Charlie astonished me by grabbing Joey's
cock and lubing it up hard. Joey moaned. I heard the slop of the lube as
Charlie jerked his buddy's cock.
	Charlie wasn't taking any chances on having to try more than once.
He was on Joey's right side, in real close to him as he showed his friend
how to do a dude. He took Joey's cock, and pressed the head right against
my asslips. I felt his fingers against the joining of mine and Joey's
bodies. Charlie stuck both his finger and the head of Joey's cock into my
anus. They were both inside me. Like we were all together as one.
	"Whoa! Fuck, that's tight!" Joey exclaimed.
	Charlie said "Told ya." He popped his finger out, grabbed Joey's
rock hard shaft with his right hand, and pushed on his ass with his left.
	Joey's cock was a bit thicker than Charlie's, but just as long, and
slid easily inside me as I bucked into him. "Yeah, fucker," I groaned. Joey
held it in. He let the feeling overwhelm him.
	"Charlie, man, this is cool! He's so sloppy and tight at the same
time, it's like nothing I felt before!"
	Charlie saw that his chum would have no problem fucking me, and
moved around to my head, which was hanging back off the hay. He encouraged
Joey by saying "yeah, dude hole is wild. Now, give it to him, and get angry
if you want, he likes it hard and crazed!" Charlie teased me with his brown
dick, keeping it just far away from my face that I couldn't reach it with
my tongue.
	I commanded, "Come on, Joey, fuck this faggot's hole with that
awesome dick you got."
	"Alright, man, I'm gonna fuck you!" He slammed hard, and I felt him
hit a place that Charlie hadn't found yet. I squirmed beneath him, driving
him inside me as he groaned and cursed. "Yeah, Joey, gimme your dick, man,
I want your dick, you got a great dick, man, I'm so lucky to have your cock
in me, man..." I was so into it, I kept going past twenty. I pushed back on
his cock, feeling it slide into my sloppy dirty hole, driving it deeper and
deeper.
	
	Charlie interrupted. "Ok, end of practice round. Joey, get up here.
I have to get on the other end and fuck my cumhole!"
	He covered his dick with lots more lube, blending the shit and
grease together on his massive penis. He took his shitty hand, and wiped it
off on my chest. The smooth tan cream covered my nipples and sternum.
	He teased my hole with his dick, not quite sliding the head in
before moving it away from the twitching hole.
	"Alright, already, " I complained, "you gonna fuck me or what?"
	"Why, you want dick?"
	I laughed. "Yeah, give up that Charlie meat, man, fuckin' give it
up!"
	He placed his fingers around my hole as a guide, and simply plunged
his tool into my guts.
	We both moaned in unison, and laughed when we realised it. He
pulled all the way out and sank it all the way in again. "Two!" he said. I
remembered we were gonna keep count.
	I was crazy with passion. The barn smell, the horse sweat, the piss
and hay was as soothing as poppers as I gyrated on his dick as hard as I
could. I got to the point where Charlie didn't even have move for me to
take him from head to balls. I just pulled him towards me by grabbing his
sweaty legs, and the dick went in. I took over the counting around 40, then
at 70, Charlie reminded us of another rule.
	Joey, who had been watching Charlie's dick slide inside of my fag
pussy, moved up to my head, and hung his dick in my face. My arms were not
tied, and I grabbed his legs and pulled him closer. There was a drop of
precum and a thick streak of my shit on his beautiful dick. It hung there,
bobbing, calling to me, and I opened my mouth and took him in. Charlie
resumed count, and I sucked and slurped and swallowed until 100. "Fuck!"
Joey exclaimed, as he pulled the cleaned dick from my mouth.
	They wordlessly high-fived, and switched positions. Joey entered me
with caution, but soon was surfing my butthole with bravado.
	"How's that cock, motherfucker?" Joey's voice became angry. I
looked up at him and he was smiling. He was teasing me and loved it. "I
said, how's that big cock in your ass, motherfucker?"
	My reply was punctuated by frequent grunts as he assaulted my
innards. "Yeah, you stud, you know you got a cool dick. You see them other
fags checkin' you out while you're workin' on them cars at the gas station,
but they're fuckin' wimps, man, come on, fuck me, man. Put that incredible
prick up my ass, buddy."
	Joey was impressed by the increasing passion of the sex. We fucked
and cursed until 70, when my mouth was filled with Charlie's slimy
fuckstick.
	They high-fived again, and switched positions. Before Charlie
entered me, however, he reached into the cooler and pulled out an ice cube.
"Hey, faggot, I thought you were my hole, man, but you think Joey here has
a cool dick, huh? Well check this out, buddy, I'm gonna give you the
coolest cock you ever had!"
	He shoved the ice cube right inside me, and follwed it quickly with
his dick. His prick dissapeared into my hole, pushing the ice to new depths
inside my bowels. He started the fuck count, and my ass got all wet and
sloppy, making noisy squishing sounds.
	"Yeah, there's your fuckin' cool dick, dude."
	It was like nothing I had felt before. "You're right dude, you got
a cool dick. It's so cool I'm lucky to have it, man. Your dick is meltin'
that ice, buddy, yeah, you got that excellent dick, Charlie."
	"Dude, I can feel you trying to shit out that ice cube, man, but
I'm gonna keep fuckin' it into you, right up into your gut, man." He shoved
into me twice more. "No, wait, man, give it back." He pulled out and told
me to shit out the ice cube. It was so far into me that I didn't think it
would come out. Slowly I pushed as Charlie pried open my hole. Eventually,
it popped out, much smaller than it was, and brown. Charlie caught it in
his hand and dropped it into my mouth before returning his cock to it's
skinhole.
	Joey finished up round two just as Charlie started pissing on me.
He doused my chest, groin, face and throat with great beer piss. Beer piss
is so easy to drink. It's the rank stuff that's worth waiting for.
	Charlie banged me good on round three, taking all one hundred
thrusts with his dick totally in me, and just pulling out an inch before
driving it back home. Joey was next, and Charlie helped out by grabbing my
wrists and holding them high above him. I was suspended in mid-air, my legs
stretched open my the ropes. We got into a swing, and soon, I was being
ridden like a carnival ride. All the way in and all the way out. "Yeah,
Joey, I'm swingin' on your dick, motherfucker!" I cried as my pendulum
movements quickened.
	Round four featured Charlie sticking the shrimping tube into my ass
along with his cock. Then the whole time he fucked me, he was pushing spit
down the tube and all over his dick. "Yeah, that fuck slime feels good on
my dick, dude," he said. Joey's turn was just a good-old fashioned screw.
His sweat dripped from his face onto my chest, and he cursed me alot,
saying "tighten up, bitch!"
	"That dick's so big, dude, you're stretchin' my hole out!" I
complimented him.
	I knew I was gonna be filled with buddy cum on round five. Charlie
greased up again, and plunged into my totally loose fuckslot. He was
counting around eighty when he blew it up my ass. His cum exploded and
seared my hole, filling it with his baby juice. "Take my cum, fucker!
Spermin' you up, fucker!" he cried as he depositied his load inside my
guts.
	He yanked it out when he was done, saying "told'ya Joey, the faggot
loves it."
	Joey took his dick, gave it a couple strokes, and simply glided his
hot tool up my hole. "Oh that's nice" Joey moaned.
	"Joey, buddy, I want you to cum in me, man. Fuckin' fill me up with
your cum, man, come on dude, I want it, give it up, man! Dump it in my ass,
man, that's why you got to fuck me without a rubber, man, cuz I want your
cum, and I'm gonna fuckin' take it. I'm gonna fuckin' take your cum, right
out of your dick, man, come on and fuck me!" I was grinding as hard as I
could. I was tightening up as well as I could, and I could see I was having
an effect. Joey started to lose all sense of anything but the hot skin
wrapped around his hot meat.
	"Dude, I'm gonna fuckin' jizz it in you, right in you,
motherfucker, yeah, you're fuckin' pullin it outta me, oh, fuckin' queer,
yeah, I'm gonna shoot it, yeah, right up your ass, yeah...." His dick
slammed deep and let loose with a big hot load in my hole.
	"Sperm me up, dude!" His hot cum nailed my innards, and I jerked my
dick hard, instantly covering my chest with chunky white cum.
	Joey stayed in me for a minute, drinking in the feelings he'd never
felt before. It was the feeling of a totally spent dick with man attached
to it.
	Charlie was getting something from the bag when Joey pulled out and
cried "Oh shit!" His cockhead was covered in blood. I wasn't worried... we
were all clean anyway. Joey was genuinely concerned.
	Charlie was turned on. He got up in my face and kissed me deep
while he spoke. "'Know what, dude? Me and Joey here are totally in you,
dude. Fuckin' sperm went right into your blood, man, there forever man,
we're all together man, right there in your ass..."
	Joey was wiping his dick off when he said, "Alright, you queers,
cut that kissy shit out."
	They both examined my fucked out asshole. "See man," Charlie said,
"we fuckin' filled his asshole up!" He grazed my twat, bringing up a
fingertip of cum and fuckslime. Charlie put the finger to my lips and I
sucked it clean.
	I said "Hey, who won?"
	Charlie said, "yeah, you held on to your shit real good, man. Well,
looks like rock scissors paper!"
	Joey asked "What's the prize?"
	"The faggot; you get him next weekend."
	"Ok," Joey agreed. "1-2-3!"
	Charlie's rock won. Joey looked a little dissapointed, but he knew
that I was really for Charlie to fuck, anyway.
	The winner stuck his finger in my hole and spoke to it. "Don't
worry, little pussy, I'll be back in there soon enough..."

	Joey was suprised with himself, at how much he enjoyed it. They
untied the ropes that kept me open wide, and it took twenty mintues before
any feeling returned to my feet. We had a naked group hug before walking
back to the house.

	Charlie and I drove back to my apartment. Before he left, we stood
facing each other. He smiled and said "dude, you are so wild." We locked
hands around our thumbs in a brotherhood handshake.
	"I'm already thinkin' about next weekend, brother."
	"I still got a couple tricks in my bag."
	I smiled. "I bet you do."
	We kissed and held each other, feeling the hot skin against skin.
"Oh, wait! There one more thing I got for you, dude."
	He knelt and grabbed a paper bag from his Jansport. "Here."
	I opened the bag, and pulled out a large dildo. The package
indicated that it was 8" long and 2" in diameter. It had large balls at the
base.
	"You get it? Dude, that's how big I am!"
	"You are a sick fuck."
	Charlie laughed loudly. "Now, you can have my cock up in you all
the time!"
	I looked him in the eyes. "Yeah, but the real thing's way better,
dude."
	Another smile, and he picked up his bag, saying "Later, dude."