Date: Sat, 29 Jun 2002 13:26:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rim4you <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: Dirty Butthole - Part 2 (Raunch, Scat, Watersports)

Disclaimer:

The following story deals with subject matter which some readers may
find objectionable.  Therefore, if graphic depictions of consenting men
engaged in sexual acts involving raunch, scat and watersports is
offensive to you, or if you are a minor, STOP HERE!

Dirty Butthole - Part 2
by Rim4you

Chapter 1

I woke up Saturday morning to the incessant ringing of the telephone.  I
glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand next to my bed and groaned
aloud seeing that it was only seven-thirty.  As I had turned off the
answering machine the phone just kept ringing and ringing.

"Hello."  I mumbeled.

"Hey, stud!"

"Hey, Jon.  Do you realise what time it is?"

"Yep.  I figured you'd be having a nice piss hardon by now and now would
be the perfect time to be nosey."

"Nosey?  You wanna put your nose somewhere and sniff something, Jon?"

"You are so nasty, Caleb!"

Jon was absolutely right.  I did have a piss hardon and I was a nasty
guy.  If only he knew how nasty I had been within the last twenty-four
hours and with whom.

"So ..."

"So what?"

"Aw, come on, Caleb.  Don't jerk me around!"

"I thought you liked it when I jerked on your cock, Jon."

"I do.  You know that.  But ..."

"Alright.  I know you're dying to know if Ron and I ..."

"Man, I've been hard all night just thinking about you and Ron and ..."

"Mmmmmm!"  I purred, into the phone.

"Aw, fuck!"  Jon gasped.  "You guys did, didn't you?"

I smacked my lips to simulate the sound of sucking and licking.

"You dog!  So how was it?"

"It was interesting."

"Interesting?  Is that all you have to say, Caleb?"

"Well ..."  I replied, dragging out the word to peek Jon's curiousity.
"If you gotta know ..."

"Tell me!"  Jon demanded.

"Oooooo!"  I cooed.  "I love it when you get forceful.  If you must know
about last night, why don't you come over and I'll show you."

"Aw, man!"  Jon practically sighed.

"You know where to find me, Jon.  I'll be the guy with the morning piss
hardon on the king sized bed ... waiting!"

"I'm on my way!  Don't move an inch!"

"But, Jon, I gotta take a piss!"

"You heard me!"  Jon snapped.  "Don't move!"

"But what if I can't hold it?"

"Then I guess you'll be pissin' in your bed."

"That's nasty, Jon."

"Yeah.  Just like you, Caleb."

Hanging up the phone I sunk back on the pillows.  Gazing into the large
mirror on the wall opposite my bed, I caught my own reflection and
smiled.

All those torturous hours at the gym had paid off.  The lanky kid I had
once been had turned into a young man with a toned, defined body.  My
once small "wee-wee" was now a throbbing piece of manhood which had
grown up, like the rest of me, into something not to be ashamed of.

As I curled my fingers around my thick shaft, I caught sight of the dirt
under my fingernails.  They looked like a mechanic's fingernails smudged
with grease and grime.  But I knew that the grime hadn't come from
tinkering under the hood of a car.  Raising my hands to my face and
sniffing, all the tell-tale aromas of the night before with Ron still
lingered upon them; their grime having tinkered with asshole.  Dirty
butthole.  Mine and Ron's.

Chapter 2

Hearing the front door shut, I kicked the sheet off.  Lewdly splaying my
legs wide apart, I cupped my balls in one hand and with the other I
slowly stroked my cock as I heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming
down the hall.

"Hello, Jon."  I whispered, pushing my hard dick down to point directly
towards him, standing at my bedroom door.

"Good morning."  Jon replied,  stepping into the room, gropping himself.
"Do you always wake up with a hard dick and play with it?"

"Yes."  I answered, squeezing the head of my cock as a pearly drop of
pre-cum oozed out of my pisshole.  "I wake up every morning with a big,
dripping piss hardon which I can't resist touching and sometimes ..."

"Sometimes what?"  Jon whispered, pulling his tank top off, revealing
his toned, sculpted chest.

"Sometimes, being the naughty boy that I am," I said, slowly bending my
hard dick back towards me, "waking up having to piss real bad, I can't
make it to the bathroom quick enough and ..."

"And what?"  Jon purred, with a broad smile, pulling the zipper of his
cut offs down and climbing onto the bed between my outstreatched legs,
lowered his head down to kiss my inner thighs.

"I wet my bed."  I sighed.  "I have to pee so bad, Jon, that I just
can't hold it any longer."

"You naughty boy!"  Jon whispered, flicking his tongue over my balls as
I groaned with relief, releasing the floodgates of my full bladder
sending a stream of golden, warm piss arching into the air and splashing
onto my chest and soaking the bedding beneath me.

I felt Jon's warm, wet tongue, flicking its way up my shaft towards my
cockhead.  Gazing down at him, I watched as he wrapped his lips around
the crown of my pissing dick and felt my piss stream splash against the
roof of his mouth and gush back out, wetting my pubic hair and trickle
down my balls and into my asstrench.

"Fuck, babe!"  Jon moaned, sipping my golden juice as it sprayed into
his mouth.  "Only nasty men piss in their bed!"

Clenching his mouth around my pissing cock, I could feel my dick
swimming in urine within his mouth.  Pulling his mouth of my dick, his
cheeks bulging, piss dripping out of the corners of his mouth, he
climbed onto me, grinding his crotch onto my still pissing dick.

Lowering his face towards mine, Jon purssed his lips and let trickle
from his mouth the urine from within onto my face and into my open
mouth.

My morning piss tasted strong and somewhat rancid as it trickled down my
throat.  I moaned as Jon sucked my tongue into his mouth.  Sucking hard
on my tongue, he deposited the contents of his mouth into mine as the
full weight of his body pressed against mine, his crotch grinding
against mine.

"Mmmmmm!"  I moaned. probing my tongue deep within his mouth as I spewed
the contents of my mouth upwards, back into his which he sloshed around
and, pulling back, opened his mouth wide sent its contents splashing all
over my face.

"Caleb!  Caleb!"  Jon moaned and sighed, humping me, covering my face
and neck with wet kisses.

I ran my fingers through Jon's long, silky hair which spilled over his
muscular shoulders like a lion's mane.  As his lips grazed my neck, I
could feel the stubble of his unshaven face against my skin, the feelng
of which, made me thrash about on the bed.

Instinctively, with Jon inbetween my outstreatched legs, humping and
grinding his wet crotch against mine, I began to draw my legs up.

"Yeah!"  Jon moaned, trailing wet kisses down my neck and into my armpit
as he slid his hands down the sides of my body and under the back of my
knees to draw my legs upwards.  "You smell like a man!" Jon hissed,
burying his face into my hairy pit.  "You taste like a man!"  Jon
gasped, swirling his tongue into my armpit and sucking the hair into his
mouth.

Jon's wet mouth swirled from my armpit, dripping with his saliva, onto
my chest.  I arched my back as his tongue slithered across and flicked
my hardened, erect nipple before he sucked the nub into his mouth and
nibbled on it softly and gently sending a wave of pleasure over my
entire body.

Jon was very methodical in his lovemaking.  He was the kind of man who
knew and mastered the art of bringing his sexual partner to the brink of
orgasm, only to pull back at the precise moment, leaving one to writhe
on the precipice of sexual torment and ecstacy, begging him to complete
his act and end one's blissful torture.

"Oh god, Jon!"  I gasped, as he chewed upon my hard nipple and ran his
hands up and down my side, barely touching me, but making just enough
contact with my flesh to send a wave of goose pimples to prickle over my
body.

"Baby!  Baby!"  Jon sighed, licking his way down my chest to my navel.
"You taste so good!  Is this what Ron tasted last night?"

"Shut up!"  I groaned, grasping my hands to the back of my knees and
drawing my legs towards my chest, raising my ass off the mattress and
splaying my butt trench wide.

"You nasty boy!"  Jon hissed, dragging his mouth into my pubic hairs and
tugging at them, wetting each hair with his saliva.  "What do you want,
Caleb?"

"Fuck me!"  I gasped, as Jon flicked his tongue at my pisshole and
worked his way down my turgid shaft towards my aching balls.

"Mmmmmm!"  Jon moaned, as he sucked my cum filled nuts into his warm
mouth.  "You want me to fuck you, Caleb?"

"Yes!"  I groaned, writhing and thrashing upon the bed.  "I want your
big cock up my ass!"

I felt Jon's mouth release my balls and his nose nudging under my
testicles against the flesh directly at the uppermost area leading to my
asstrench.

I held my breath to hear Jon sniff that area of my crotch.

"I smell the odor of sex!"  Jon moaned, rubbing his nose against my
skin.  "I smell sweat, piss, cum ... and asshole!"

"Fuck!"  I gasped, as Jon's sniffing nose began to trail down my hairy,
piss soaked buttcrack.

"You stink, Caleb!  You reek of sex and dirty asshole!"

"Aaahhh!"  I sighed, as Jon rubbed his nose over my twitching asshole.

"Your mancunt reeks of stink, Caleb!"

"Smell it!  Smell it!"  I hissed.  "Smell my dirty cunt!  My stinking
manhole!"

"Fuck!"  Jon moaned.  "I smell dirty butthole.  Fucked hole ripe with a
man's seed.  Shitty fuckhole!"

"Eat it!"  I hollered.  "Eat my ass, Jon!  Eat my stinky shithole, man!"

"Mmmmmm!"  Jon hissed, sniffing and swirling his tongue over my moist,
puckering asslips.  "Who else has smelled your stink?  Tasted your
stink!"

"Ron!"  I groaned.

"Oh yeah!  Did he bury his tongue deep up your shithole and taste you
filth?"

"Yes!"  I gasped, grinding my flaring cuntlips onto Jon's probing
tongue.

"Who else, bitch?"  Jon yelled.  "Who else has tasted your stinking
butthole?"

"Most guys don't like it stinky and nasty, Jon!"

"Who else?"  Jon demanded, probing his tongue deep.

"Brandon!  Brandon!"  I whimpered.

"I thought so!"  Jon replied, lustily sucking on my now swollen pucker.

"Mmmmmm!  Brandon!"  Jon hollered, hungrily sucking on my shithole.

"Yes."  I hissed, reaching down to pull my asscheeks apart.  "Brandon
sucked on my stinky, shitty cuntlips and fucked me with his big cock!
The way I want you to fuck me now!"

"You fucking whore!"  Jon yelled, rearing up, yanking the front of his
cut offs down, exposing his turgid, dripping cock.

"Yeah!"  I cooed, reaching down to grasp Jon's dick.  "I let Brandon
fuck me.  My brother!  Just like you, Jon.  You're my brother too.  I
love you both and I let both of you fuck me!  Dick me, Jon!  Fuck me!
Fuck me the way you'd fuck Brandon!  Dick my whoring cunt!"

"Yes!  Yes!"  I moaned, as Jon penetrated me.  "Fuck me!  Drive that big
dick of yours up my manpussy the way Brandon did!  The way Ron did!"

"Fuck!  Fuck!"  Jon roared, slamming his cock in and out of my ass.  "I
wanna fuck you while Brandon plows my ass and Ron pisses all over me,
man!"

"Fuck me!  Fuck me, Jon!"  I screamed, grabbing him by the waist and
yanking him towards me.  "Make me beg for your big cock!"

"The way you begged for Brandon's?  For Ron's?"

"Fuck Brandon!  Fuck Ron!  Your's is the cock I want dicking me!  Don't
you know that by now, Jon?  Fuck the shit outta me, Jon!"

"Oh yeah!  Fuck!  I can feel your shitty cuntlips suckin' my cock!
Fuckin' stinks, Caleb!"

"Fuck me, stink and dirty, Jon!  Fuck the shit outta me!  Make me shit
in my bed!"

"Nasty pig!"  Jon hollered.  "Fuck, man!  I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum up my stinking hole, man!  Spooge up my ass!"

"Aaarrrggghhh!  Fuck!  Fuck!"  Jon gasped, lunging forward, emptying his
seed up my ass.

As I arched my back, sending a fountain of cum soaring into the air, Jon
pulled his dick out of my ass and dropping down, began sucking of my
quivering, fucked hole.

"Suck your cum outta my shithole!"  I hollered, sending his funk out of
my fucked hole with a juicy, sloppy fart.

"Mmmmmm!  Mmmmmm!"  Jon moaned, slurping at my hole as I sprayed his
face with my filth.  "Feed me your stink!"

As we lay in one another's arms, our bodies glistening in sweat, cum,
piss and reeking shit, I told Jon about all that Ron had revealed to me:
his brother, Joshua and how much he wanted to find him.

"Do you really think Brandon could help?"  Jon asked.

"I dunno, Jon.  It's worth a try.  If you could have seen the tears in
Ron's eyes."

"Are you dumping me for Ron?"  Jon asked, holding me tight.  "I love
you, Caleb ... more than anything.  When are you going to realise that?"

"I love you too, Jon!"

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