Date: Tue, 21 Feb 2017 09:26:07 +0000
From: Jay Morris <sniffyoudeep@hotmail.com>
Subject: Benidorm Scally Raunch Part 2

Thanks for your feedback. Keep it coming, love to get your nasty emails.


This story contains extreme raunch. If you're not into scat/puke it may not
be for you...

Whatever guilt I felt for what happened with Danny clearly never made the
transition to my subconscious. That night, clinging to his dirty Calvins,
the shit stain under my nose on my pillow, I fell asleep in the intense
sweaty heat and dreamed deep. In the dream I was in a boarding school. I
could tell from the smell. Ripening crotches blooming into full creamy
love-boxes all around. I passed through a sports hall that was empty apart
from a trail of dirty shorts leading up to a stock cupboard. Each pair of
shorts was soaked in cum and piss and a few of them had that wonderful
stinking taint that comes from being stuck up a teenage arse for an hour or
two. Of course I followed the trail towards the cupboard, picking up and
sniffing as I went. And the closer I got to the cupboard the more I heard
the sound.

The smacking of flesh on flesh, the guttural moaning of young men in a
mixture of pleasure and pain. Somebody in there was fucking. I reached the
doors and opened both and what I saw would make anyone rock hard. Well
anyone with a disposition for teenage lads and anal play. The smacking
sound came not from hips on flesh but cheek against cheek. Two figures
writhed in sweaty heat as they shared an enormous double end dildo. Sticky
clammy arse cheeks hit each other hard as both bottoms did their best to
drive the dildo deeper into each other. But when I saw who the bottoms were
I thought somebody in charge of my dream world has done their homework.

One the left was Danny. His specs steamed up, a trail of salive dangling
from his full lips in sheer ecstasy and delirium at the deep pummeling his
hole was receiving. On the right? The boy next door. The 17 year old Kev
had caught me giving his first rim-job that became the catalyst for our
messy divorce. To describe my heavenly neighbour I would have to be crude
and make a comparison. Imagine the actor Theo Graham – a google search
will suffice and probably give you wet pants – only with a skinhead and
a pitiful attempt at facial hair. Then you're half way there. So I'll call
him Theo to keep his identity safe, lest his big black dad come tracking me
down with an iron fist. Now there's a thought. But there they were arse to
arse banging like the clappers, Theo's mocha skin slapping hard against
Danny's white arse. And the final touch in my perverted delirium – both
wore school uniforms, the grey trousers pulled down just to the knees,
their mounds of flesh the only exposed parts.

As Theo beckoned me closer I came into the cupboard and closed the doors
behind me. And when I did the smell hit me. Neither boy had washed in a
while and the whole cupboard smelled of rubber mats and dirty anus. I knelt
at their side and leaned forward for a closer look at the sliver of dildo
still on show between their stretching holes. It was cream coloured – or
at least it had been before exploring the depths of their stomachs. Now it
was traced with a mixture of brown and mustard coloured shit. And as each
lad pulled further and further away it plopped out of their holes. Theo's
shit was mustard coloured whilst Danny's was more of a conker brown. I took
the dildo in my hand as the boys laughed and turned to join me, their erect
pricks sticking out and pouring with pre cum like somebody had turned on a
tap. I switched the dildo end for end so that Danny's shit pointed at Theo
and vice versa. And as I wished the lads leaned in, and began to suckle on
each other's end, tasting the delicious gut lining their thrusting had
pulled out of one another.

As I leaned in to join them... typical. I woke up. Looking down at my bed
sheets I realised I was utterly sodden. I've had wet dreams before but this
was ridiculous. Until the smell hit me and I realised I'd actually wet the
bed. Lying in my own piss, harder than steel, I wrapped Danny's Calvins
around my face, skid marks over my nose, and pumped my nine inch shaft. It
took all of twenty seconds before I erupted with lava cum, showering my
chest and mixing with the piss in my bed. I lay there for a second
afterwards and then, clinging to the stolen underwear and feeling the piss
and cum going cold, I had to laugh. What a ridiculous way to start the day.

After stripping my bed and jumping in the shower I was happy to not be as
hungover as I thought I might be. But it wasn't long before the reality of
last night hit me. To all intents and purposes I'd conned my way into the
room of a vulnerable young man and taken advantage. Would he remember? If
he did remember, would he tell anyone? I hoped and prayed he would be too
ashamed to spill the beans. But all the same, faced with being left on my
own by Trish in this Godforsaken hotel, I decided all signs pointed to `get
the fuck out of here.' It wouldn't be the world's biggest tragedy to lose
out on a few hundred pounds for the remainder of my stay. I'd have
breakfast, then book a return flight to the UK and cancel my room.

I descended on the all-inclusive breakfast like I'd been starved for ten
years. Surrounded by annoying families and screaming brats I inhaled two
helpings of catering sausage and overcooked runny eggs before scarpering. I
knew I'd be safe from the stag do here – there was no way they'd rise
before two in the afternoon, not after the skinful they must have had last
night. But as I got up to leave I did notice two of them coming in. Much
older than the others, in their forties or fifties, the two I came to know
as Jimmy and Steve sat down at the end table and attacked (rather noisily)
their obligatory full English as I passed. Both were handsome in a slightly
overweight, truck-driver way. Similar in looks with their ginger-tinged
hair and blue eyes I thought maybe they were brothers. I heard a snippet of
their conversation as I passed.

"Don't go so hard on the lad," Steve was saying. "It's his first holiday
without Karen doting on him. You remember your first lads holiday don't
you?"

"Yeah I do," Jimmy responded. "I got the clap. But I didn't fucking shit
and piss the bed! He's nearly seventeen for God's sake."

"And he's your son, Jim. Go easy on him."

Hearing this made my heartrate quicken. They were talking about Danny –
who was only sixteen? I'd got to eat out a sixteen year old and take his
puke and shit? I'll freely admit to popping a semi there and then. But I'll
also tell you that knowing his father was there on the trip with him put a
spring in my step to hurry up and get the hell out of there.

Upon reaching the reception I was cut off in my prime by a bus load of
German tourists all vying to be checked in first. Clearly this was going to
take an hour so I decided I would at least put some distance between myself
and the scene of the crime. I nipped back to my room, grabbed a trashy
novel and my beach things, and headed for the coast. Which was all of ten
minutes away.

It being so early I managed to avoid the streams of beached-whale bodies,
middle aged women with tits covering their bellies and screaming kids. The
beach was relatively quiet. I found a nice spot in the sun and lost myself
in the world of a dodgy detective solving some inane murder. That was until
my sun was blocked by a towering figure standing over me. Peering over my
book I found myself in the presence of a six foot five black African
Adonis. In just blue shorts, with a six pack, pert bullet nipples, the
stream of sweat and a distinct whiff of BO, he smiled down at me clutching
a hand full of tacky bracelet.

"Three euro!"

"No thank you I don't have any money."

Cheeky, he pushed more. "ATM right there!"

"I'm reading!" I snapped back, annoyed but also amused by his sheer brass
neck.

"Good book?" he asked. "Sexy huh?"

I knew what he was doing. Engage me in conversation, soften me up, make a
friend, earn the euro for his tacky wares. That was not going to
happen. However call it the influence of last night but I did feel
mischievous. I wanted to play a game with him.

"Lots of sex," I responded. And then... "with men."

He looked confused and then awkward. "I come back."

"Do you like sex with men?" I asked.

"Fuck no. I fuck girls. Pussy."

"Lucky pussy," I responded. "Do you like to eat it?"

He cleared his throat, weirded out by this. "What?"

"Do you like to eat pussy? Do you like to make it stream down your chin?"

I saw, quite visibly, a boner popping in his shorts. I was solid too.

"Yes. I love it."

"Do you ever stick your fingers in a woman's arse?" I asked him, smirking,
suddenly feeling more and more power in this situation.

"I go."

"Okay. I love sex with men. Sometimes I pay."

Now let it be known I have never paid for sex in my life. But I had spent
the last hour reading about prostitutes being murdered and hard-boiled
detectives so blame the book. I reached into my pocket and wore a massive
grin on my face, taking off my shades and looking him dead in the eye for
the first time.

"Oh silly me. I do have money."

"For bracelet?"

"For sex."

He was still hard. "Fuck you man."

"Is there a public toilet nearby?" I asked, remaining calm in voice even
though my heart pounded in my chest.

"Right here. By bar."

"Okay. One hundred euro."

"Fuck you!" he was becoming more aggressive. "No sex with men!"

"Alright, no sex with men. I'm sorry."

He backed off, annoyed but still erect. I knew not to push it. I did,
however, need to piss like a racehorse. Collecting my things – the beach
at Benidorm is not the place to leave your beach bag on the lounger – I
headed into the public loo with the honest intention of using it for it's
original function. There were four stalls and three urinals. It was dimly
lit and the attendant clearly didn't work this early. I was alone as I
stood at the urinal and took out my cock.

I was still semi erect and my piss had that syrupy pre-cum texture to it. I
scooped a little up as my yellow rivers flowed. Salty to the taste and
pleasant on the lips. And then the door opened. Who should walk in but the
African. His hard on was gone and he barely even glanced at me as he headed
for the cubicle.

"Hello there." I clearly had gone insane. This man could snap my neck in
two!

"I come to shit that's all!"

Impulse led my hand into my pocket and I took out a wad of notes. "Let me
watch."

I threw the wad at his feet. Confused, he picked it up, counted it. He
looked at me like I was an alien. Maybe I am. With that he slid the money
into his pocket and shrugged, going into the cubicle and leaving the door
open. My dick still in hand I had to do all I could not to cum there and
then. Walking to the cubicle I found him dropping his short. His dick, semi
again, was at least ten inches uncut. His balls tight and firm and
shaved. His public hair was barely there. Obviously forced to shave by his
girlfriend. He wouldn't look at me as he sat down on the toilet. Something
so primal and erotic about how a man's thighs expand on a toilet seat as he
waits for nature to take its course.

"Open your legs," I whispered.

Frowning, he did. His dick was hard now and giant. Clearly being watched
turned him on no matter who the voyeur was. I edged closer and knelt down
so I could smell his arse and balls whafting up.

"Let it go."

And he did. Oh how he did. The squelch and plump into the water told me he
wanted this over with and was forcing it. The smell – bad eggs – hit
me straight away and I couldn't hold back. I lunged forward and engulfed
his ebony anaconda in my hungry mouth. He gasped and more shit came out. My
mouth slid down the black shaft towards his balls and he cried out. The
splash of the shit in the water came up and covered his balls. I released
his cock and licked the balls clean, the smell of his sweat and shit
tangling in my nostrils. I engulfed the head once more working my tongue
under the skin for those flecks of Benidorm sun-kissed cheese, and I smiled
up at him as he looked at me in a mix of horror and amazement.

"I bet your girlfriend can't do this."

And I relaxed my throat and swallowed the whole thing. Ten inches down my
gullet, throbbing against my tonsils. I grabbed his hand and plonked it on
my head, and without instruction he began to fuck my throat. He groaned and
cried out as he raped my poor gullet. He was angry, confused, horny all at
once and he took it out on me until he erupted. I barely tasted the cum as
he was so deep in my throat when he unloaded. It went straight to my
stomach and then he grabbed me by the hair and yanked me off him. I fell to
the floor as he stood up and pulled up his shorts. He wouldn't even look at
me as he ran out of there. I needed to cum. He hadn't flushed.

I knelt at the toilet and looked down at his large logs curled in the water
like hot dogs. Inhaling his aroma I pumped my shaft and it puked white
yoghurt all over the floor. I could hardly believe it had happened. Mostly
I was in disbelief that I'd actually fucking paid for it! I got my stuff
together and stepped back out into the harsh sunlight. He was nowhere to be
seen. I couldn't help thinking with a smile that he hadn't wiped his arse
as he left.

Returning to the hotel I decided it was definitely time to book that flight
and check out. But typically the Germans were still crowding reception. I
could at least be productive and return to my room to pack. So I made for
the elevator but as I waited for the doors to open I found myself being
ambushed.

Three beefy scallies – led by Jay's brother Simon, were coming my
way. This was it, I realised. Retribution. Death by pummelling. But Simon
was smiling, laughing, as were the others.

"Sorry mate," Simon laughed. "Emergency!"

And the three of them barged past me into the elevator. I followed,
confused. Simon was big and burly, his mates Conor and Luke were clearly
brothers, both gormless looking with shaved dark hair.

"Late night?" I asked.

"Yeah," Conor replied. "Sorry mate, we didn't shower before brekkie."

"I can tell," was my response, inhaling the aroma of BO, balls and feet.

Simon suddenly whacked the control panel as the lift began its
ascent. "Hurry the fuck up!" Simon yelled at the lift. "Them sausages
didn't agree with us!" he explained, and as he did Luke let one rip,
laughing.

"Ah Luke!" Conor cried out. "Fucking shameful!"

"It's gonna smell worse if this fucking life doesn't hurry up!" Simon
yelled. "I'll end up shitting myself like our Danny!"

As the lads laughed, suddenly the lift jerked to a halt. We were between
floors. The emergency light came on.

"What the fuck!" Luke cried out. "We're stuck?!"

"No we can't be!" Simon cried. "I'm gonna shit myself! No!!!"

And as the lads went into hysteria I eyed their pert teenage straight boy
arses as I stepped away from the `emergency stop' button which I'd
surreptitiously brushed against. I kept quite calm as they become more and
more agitated, and slid down the wall until I was seated on the floor, my
face on level with their stinking posteriors. And as they waited for the
emergency services to come, I waited for them to make good on their
threat. Three big dirty loads all over this tiny little elevator...

To Be Continued...