Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2012 21:05:28 -0500 (EST)
From: lovediego <lovediego@aol.com>
Subject: Dirty Sanchez (part 2)

Dirty Sanchez (chapter. 2)
by Lovediego@aol.com

Disclaimer/warning: This story is a work of art and fiction. It is also the
sole property of the writer and may not be duplicated, re-posted or copied
without his expressed permission.

This is another raunchy tale from the filthy mind of LOVEDIEGO! It includes
depictions of man on man sex, raunch, kinks, perversions and other nasty
things. It is not written for everyone, only those into gross shit like
this. Nor is it for those under the age of 18, or without a burning desire
to read about faggots butt fucking each other's shit filled holes.

I wish to thank all of you that loved my, now deleted blog, and have waited
patiently for another story from me. I hope this was worth the wait! Please
write me and let me know what you think.

love
diego
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Introduction:

The wonder of life is its ability to change you, if you let it. Marco
graduate from his Community college, finished at a State school and got a
job working as a floor supervisor at a warehouse in Jersey. It wasn't the
best job in the world but it did pay a lot of bills for him, his mom and
bad-ass little brothers. The best part was that it was always hot inside of
the building and many of the all male workforce strutted around draped only
in tight jeans and dirty wife beaters. There was no reason for most to
shower, wear deodorant or change clothes daily, just to get dirty all over
again. This was the environment that Marco thrived in. He quickly became
"one of the guys", stopped showering and changing his work clothes, to show
he was a team player.  This ability to be his true raunchy self at work was
nothing compared to the home life he cultivated for himself.

Part 1:

At the tender age of 24, Marco Sanchez was just beginning to come into his
own. He'd taken a small, studio apartment just across the George Washington
Bridge that was still close to his family in Washington Heights, New York
City and only 15 min driving to his job at the warehouse. Life wasn't
perfect, far from it actually, but it was nicer than what he thought he'd
be able to build for himself during childhood.

His weekdays were spent working and working out, leaving the weekends for
running household errands and cleaning up his tiny space. For most people,
the size of his flat would seem tight but to a guy that grew up in a house
of 4 in a space not much larger than what he was renting, things were not
all that bad. The best part was that now he could live out his nasty
fantasies to be as ripe and raunchy as he always wanted to be without the
fear of his mother walking in or criticizing. Sure, his little bros were
just as raunchy as he, and love to visit and delve deeper into their
depravity, but Marco preferred to live alone in his own filth. Well, until
he finds another nasty fucker to share his home, scents and bodily
fluids. Anyway, they have reconnected with their father and spending the
summer traveling the East Coast on his trucking route.

Never one known for exemplary hygiene, wiping his butthole till white, or
wearing deodorant, Marco enjoyed the natural smells of a man's body,
especially his own. Showering was for special occasions and dinner with his
mother and twin brothers on Sunday, but not much else. Marco was lucky
enough to work in an environment that embraced his inner pig and nurtured
his desire to get more in touch with his personal stink. The only thing
missing from his perfect little picture was a steady boyfriend.

Over the years, Marco had dated his share of guys but none seemed to last
long after he revealed his love of manstink and other raunchy
perversions. Considered by many to be a handsome guy at 5'8", a thick head
of curly jet black hair, 160lbs, 30 inch waist, size 8 shoe and very toned
body, he'd been approached and approached many guys with success but too
many of the men he met were more like boys in men's bodies and couldn't
handle the idea of natural sex and the workings of the male body. They
didn't want to fuck a hot hairy, smelly manbutt...they wanted a male
version of a vagina; which Marco didn't have and definitely didn't want.

He was very surprised with the high amount of self-hatred and down-right
stupidity many of these gays had towards being male and bodily
functions. And worst of all were the long pre-sex asshole cleaning rituals
many of them demanded of themselves and him. For the life of him, Marco
couldn't imagine why someone would want to wash away all of the magnificent
smells and flavors that make sex with men so fucking hot! These guys
reminded him of the jerks his mother brought home and pretended had some
merit or necessity in life. And Marco, being the kind of guy that he is,
would rather be alone than try to convince some guy to like the nasty dirty
shit he did.

All of this was ironic considering, ever since childhood, he'd been told
that all faggots were as nasty as him. I'm sure you could imagine how
crestfallen he became once finding out the truth. Once again, he was an
outsider with kinks and perversions that yelled to the world that he was
queer.

Marco awoke early Saturday morning with his usual raging hard-on slapping
against his naked hair matted stomach. Once again he'd spermed himself in
his sleep after dreaming of laying pipe inside of some dude that was hot in
the ass to get shit fucked and fed a gallon of salty piss. The light
through his window exposed his nighttime shame of, what looked to be at
least, 7 healthy shots of spooge trickling down his body. His throbbing
monster cock was, as always, gripped by the thick 2 inch silver cock ring
that he never takes off. Just the sight of the chunky shiny metal wrapped
around his cum kissed brown rock hard dick made him drip more pre cum into
the night's copious amount of actual cum. Just like when he was a teenager
under his mother's roof, Marco was still spitting dick spit in the middle
of the night if he didn't get enough sex or jerk off. At that point in
time, it was yet another dry spell for the young man that was searching for
his kinky soul mate.

The sun was still yet to fully rise in the summer sky when his steel hard
dick woke him, but who needs an alarm clock when your fat uncut 9 inch,
piss cock screams to be jacked to a creamy completion each morning at the
crack of dawn? With his big hazel eyes barely open, Marco was first struck
by the intense tang of manstink, piss and sweaty balls that's the signature
scent of his apartment. From wall to wall the fragrance of his unwashed
body coats every single inch of the space he made his own. Marco slid his
moist fingers across his sweaty form, as his chunky erection got thicker,
stronger and longer, setting off tingles of arousal and lust in his big and
little heads.  Spread eagle and completely naked under his dirty sheets,
Marco's fat cock tented the soft foul white cotton as it rubbed against his
sensitive hooded member. Always feeling like this was the best way to greet
the day, Marco immediately wanted to purposely rub out a hot load of ball
milk into the sheets already soiled with at least a few weeks worth of nut
seed, man stink, farts and piss dribbles.

Absentmindedly, he twisted both of his ultra sensitive dimed sized nipples
whispering moans of ecstasy and pain as his cock jumped and drooled. Proud
of his handy work, skanky circles of man milk leaked everywhere his hot
cock touched. Marco lowered the grubby cotton until it bunched just below
his sweaty nut sack. He cupped his full damp gonads and brought his slick
palm to his nose. The musky stench of balls was intoxicating. He could
smell the funk of his boys as well as the subtle hints of piss and cum that
lay trapped in each of his kinky pubic hairs. One of the best smells in the
world to the young Latino was a pair of reeking balls...his or another
guy's.

 Marco was mesmerized by his impressive man dick as he gently rolled back
the tight thick foreskin covering his purple head exposing three weeks'
worth of sticky smegma. The sight of creamy white goo caking his corona and
the dried flakey bits falling away from his shaft was nothing compared to
the accompanying stench of bacteria that caressed his nose. This was one of
his master projects; how long could he go without cleaning his smelly cock
without offending someone, or feasting on it himself? A month was his
record but that was shattered by a hook-up he had in Philadelphia a few
weeks ago. The nasty young Southern trucker was a "friend" of his little
brothers' they met on the road with their Papi. He promised a second
raunchy buttfuck when he made it up to Jersey later in the month. Marco was
attempting to, at least, give him what he enjoyed before but the daily
temptation to gorge himself on his special batch of head cheese was more
enticing that what he thought it would be. He was so fucking horny and the
aroma rising from his dirty dick, balls and asshole was more than he could
take.

In one quick tug, Marco ripped the sheets off and exposed his nude body to
the glare of the morning light. He slowly raised and opened his muscular
legs, letting his junk air out. The funk of his unwiped asshole met the
sour stink of his underarms somewhere between his thick pubes and fat nut
sac. It was impossible for him to separate one raunchy scent from another
as they mixed and mingled under his huffing nose.

The testosterone in his system runs high most days but Marco chooses to let
his perverted mind run free over his playground of a body only on the
weekends, when he has the time to spend hours edging and jerking his dick
to a loud, earth shaking ejaculation. From Friday to Sunday night, the only
thing that runs through the young Latino's mind is how to spread his nut
all over his apartment. God forbid someone ran through his apartment with a
black light, they would find semen stains on every square inch...including
the ceiling.

The weekend began like most others. Marco rough stroked his nasty cheesy
dick knob for a few minutes, taking a moment to massage his low hanging cum
filled hairy balls and run a finger around the ridges of his bulbous head
through the thick foreskin. Not wanting to cum, Marco simply milked out a
few strings of sticky clear pre cum, just to take the edge off. There was
no way he was willing to waste a drop of his creamy nut slime, so Marco
dragged his hairy paw through the growing puddles of seminal fluid covering
his taut brown torso and massaged it into his 4 inch thick curly pubes,
before licking his fingers clean of the bleachy spunk. After about 10
minutes of morning play, Marco was able to pull his hand away from his
crotch long enough to get his shit together to run around town, buy some
supplies from the supermarket and head back to his apartment to tidy up.

 No sane person would call what he did "cleaning". At best he was picking
up pairs of smelly sneakers and socks, ripe skidded smelly draws and ball
sweat soaked jock straps before moving them from one spot on the floor to
another spot on the floor across the room. He was not dirty with food,
dishes or garbage but did enjoy the perfume and sights of his grimy gear
spread around his apartment. During the summer months, the aroma from the
cotton underclothes that had caressed his most private parts, let loose
with a cacophony of smells that kept his dick rock hard as he walk around
naked, tugging on his hairy balls or playing stink finger with his grimy
butthole. Marco was convinced that these scents kept him in a total and
complete stage of horniness that he didn't want to disturb, so at best he
washed dishes and cleaned the bathroom but left pairs of used and pissed
soaked gear hanging on door knobs to dry.

Outside was a balmy 85 degree day, but Marco preferred to keep his small
apartment just as steamy. He didn't even own an air conditioner. After
about an hour of cleaning and re-arranging his used and worn gear, he
pulled on a pair of shorts to cover up the crusty jock strap that he'd been
wearing for two weeks straight, to look half way presentable as he took the
trash to the chute down the hall. Marco was a size medium but enjoyed
wearing a size small jock strap to grip his big dick and balls while
showing off his fat ass through the soiled straps. His dick was bulging in
the stretchy material as sweat dripped from the tight pouch. The front
pouch was dripping in sweat and pre cum while the back straps were tinted
dark brown with butt mud. To be honest, it was a fucking filthy cum rag
that he enjoyed wearing every single moment of his life. In a pair of
obscenely small running shorts, and shirtless, Marco left his apartment
with nothing more on his mind than the long edging session he was going to
have in a few hours.

Part 2:

"Oh shit, sorry guy." Marco managed to mumble after he bumped into the guy
getting off the elevator next to the trash chute. Two small boxes, formally
balanced on top of the other, went crashing down to the carpeted floor,
releasing its contents.

"Don't worry about it. It was my fault for not looking where I was
walking." The man replied as they both bent down to pick up the spilled
items.

"No really, it was all me. Let me help you with this." Marco responded. For
just a brief moment, both men's hands brushed against each others' amid the
wreckage, and Marco's dick jumped a bit in his ripe jock.  He grabbed a
handful of pictures and videos which ranged from simple American comedies
to a few foreign films and replaced them in one of the broken
boxes. Dripping in sweat and still horny as hell, he tried to help out and
get back into his apartment as quickly as possible to release his wet
cock. Within moments he would've been free to jerk his fat grody dick in
peace except he accidently took a peek at the pictures on the back of one
of the movie jackets. SHIT FUCKING FAGGOTS, was the title. Maybe his solo
jerk off was about to be more interesting.

"Here, let me get those." The man said as he began to slightly turn red,
seeing Marco eye the now obviously large stash of shit porn. He attempted
to grab as many videos as he could from the young Latino without causing
any more alarm. Inside his chest, his heart was racing with embarrassment
but not as much as one would think.

"You have a nice movie collection here, something to rival my own." Marco
said casually, as he freely flipped through more of the smut titles
including; BARE BACK HOLE RIDERS, PISS DRINKING BEARS, PIGS AT THE TROFF,
NASTY LATINS and SHITTY CUM DUMPS.

"Oh yeah? Then you have interesting tastes in modern cinema." Both men
laughed as their eyes finally caught. It was a needed relief of tension and
suspicion as they slowly gathered the rest of the spilled porn from the
hallway floor.

"I'm Jackson, by the way. I'm moving into 4b, down the hall." The man gave
his name as Marco took the time to check out his new neighbor. Jackson
stood around 5'8, 165 pounds, 30 inch waist, so not that much larger than
him but very hirsute. Even though Jackson had a military style buzz cut,
his face sported a full luscious jet black beard and moustache and his
entire body was coated in a soft down of manfur. From the looks of him,
Jackson has at least someone in his family from the middle east. Marco was
a sucker for any guy that looked like he could be a terrorist.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Marco and I live across the hall from you in
4R. You're a big change from the old cat lady that used to live there."
Marco openly rubbed his crotch and let his semi grow into a full on raging
erection as Jackson stared at his enormous package. It was obvious where
this was going. The question was, who was going to make the first
move. Marco, reeking of sweat, horny as hell but tired of being
disappointed by guys, knew he wouldn't be the first to jump.

"Well, maybe I should drop by and borrow a cup of sugar sometime." Jackson
placed the last of the spilled contents into the other box and stood up,
allowing Marco have more than a large opportunity to get a clear look and
sniff of his own sizable cock. His dick outline was strong in a pair of
tight, faded, jean cut-offs. He was also in an even tighter wife beater
undershirt that had some suspicious looking crusty stains around the
stomach.

"Sure! If you want, you can stop by now...if you're not too busy, that is."
Marco tried, but failed miserably, in seeming coy, but his needy dick was
dying to get out and play with the hunky new man. Jackson looked to be in
his mid to late 30's and carried himself the way Marco always thought a man
should; strong and confident with a slight air of cockiness. But the best
thing about him was that he lacked any amount of shame about the type of
things that got his, hopefully uncut, cock hard. At first he thought the
smells rising from Jackson's armpits were from moving boxes, but now Marco
began to wonder if this concentrated pit funk was normal.

Without any other words, the two men walked down the length of the building
hallway and turned into Marco's open apartment door. Once inside, Jackson
dropped his small boxes to the right of the door and waited for Marco to
close and lock it behind them. Once he did, Jackson pounced on the young
Latino and rammed his wet tongue into his wide open mouth. The kiss was
passionate to the point of being violent as the older man aggressively let
Marco know that he wanted more than just a cup of sugar.

Pressed against his front door, the young man first struggled against the
surprise oral intrusion and even physically fought back against it, until
he felt Jackson's strong paws embrace his torso lovingly and tweak his
sensitive nipples. Because they're hard wired to his fragrant uncut cock,
Marco was powerless to resist what his hormones were begging for. Those
actions, with the absolute affection wrapped up in his kiss, made Marco
give in to his homo lust and begin to enjoy being face raped by such a
fucking hunky man. Jackson rubbed his body against his naked upper body and
grinded his cock into Marco's fat dick and balls until they were both
moaning in faggot bliss.

"Of fuck, you smell so damn good!" Jackson was able to whisper between
kisses and moans of pure pleasure. His dick was getting thicker in his
shorts as he rubbed against the young man's huge bulge. He thought Marco
smelled of sweat surrounded by a cloud of jock stink. There was no denying
that his new neighbor was a fag after his own hard-on. This kid looked
young but seemed to be an expert in cultivating a raunchy aroma. Well,
there was that and the fact that his entire apartment smelled like a
college baseball team's locker room. Jackson only had a moment to check out
his flat before Marco turned around, with those oh so fuckable lips, but in
that time he did notice numerous pairs of dirty jockstraps and skidded
draws piled on the unmade bed.

Jackson didn't mean to scare the guy, but it had been a few weeks since he
decided to take the new job in New York city, and that meant just as much
time without getting laid. And gifts of gifts, literally knocked him down
and hit him with his funk. He would've been a fool to pass up that sort of
tail. But he still understood that he needed to slow down, and calm down,
before the guy kicked him out of his apartment and called the police. There
is a small line between excitement and rape. Jackson decided on a kinder,
gentler approach.

"Can I pull these down?" Jackson tenderly asked Marco, before getting a nod
of approval, and gently pulling the small thin running shorts down, leaving
him exposed in his soiled jock. The shorts were locked around the young
man's ankles until they worked together to get them off. This team work
just made them more impassioned for the other. Marco raised his right arm
and let loose with a high blast of pit funk. Jackson quickly replied by
ramming his face into the Latinos crook and made a pig of himself on the
smell and taste of his musk.

Up and down the length of his rank pit, Jackson licked, kissed and sniffed
until his stache was perfumed with Marco's grime. He also continued to
pinch the young man's left nipple before gripping Marco's nut sac through
the too small fabric. Jackson rolled the mounds of skin and gonads around
in his hand like golf balls before tugging lightly on his sack. He was
amazed at how much pressure and weight the young man could handle. At one
point he figured he must have stretched his brown skin bag at least 3
inches before any sign of strain or resistance. Actually, the more he
tugged the more passionate Marco's kissing became. This guy was definitely
a freak!

" I want you naked, babe. I want to gaze at your beautiful body and suck
your big nasty dick until you throw-up slimy white cum down my throat and
follow that with a load of your spicy piss brew. I want to drink you in and
eat you up. Is that ok with you or am I going too fast?" Jackson wanted to
make sure they were on the same page, even though all signs said this guy
wanted it just as much as he wanted to give it...maybe more.

" No worries. Sure, just give me a second to pull off my jock and heel my
sneakers." Marco enticingly removed the nasty fabric that just barely
contained his enormous cock, but just before he was able to remove his
right shoe, Jackson stopped him.

"No, keep those on, for now. I got a thing for high top sneakers and the
boys that wear them." Jackson smiled and gestured for Marco to hand over
his rank ball holder, before circling it around his neck, and taking off
some of his own clothes. They both stood there naked except for the jock
around Jackson's neck and his own skanky draws still riding his unwiped
shit hole. The level of stench in the studio apartment almost doubled.

"This is great. I love the way you stink, but I really need to lick you
right now." Jackson smiled as he bent down to suck on Marco's eraser sized
nipples. Back and forth he bathed each one in his smelly spit, providing as
much pleasure to his host as possible. As his mouth, tongue and teeth
worked their magic on the horny lad, his hands reached down to stroke the
young Latino's dick till it rose to its full 9 magnificently glorious
inches. Jackson wasn't surprised to find such a large prize attached to
Marco's small frame, anymore than he was at the feeling of warm thick metal
surrounding it. This guy was a major kink player and had all the tell-tell
signs of needing to let loose some steam and filth.

Still trapped inside of his chunky foreskin, somehow the smell of Marco's
bulbous cock head still fumigated the room. Jackson was a true pig for head
cheese, even though he was cut himself. Being circumcised is the only real
thing he hates about his body, mainly because it is the only thing that he
could never properly change. Yes, he'd heard of and even tried foreskin
restoration but without the time or patients it didn't work out too well
for him.

On some level he will always nurse a level of anger at having the most
sensitive part of his body removed, without his choice or permission. Even
worse than having his member mutilated, was the fucking botched job that
the idiot doctor performed. Down the left side of his shaft, originating
from where his natural skin was attached, is a long thick scar gripping his
10 inch schlong like a black and blue vein. When erect, Jackson's cock
takes a huge turn to the left that almost cups his hip. But he must admit
that his special rod is able to reach most guys' sweet spot and has been
credited with providing the best prostate massages and accompanying
hands-free cum loads.

Boyishly, Marco almost cooed in enjoyment as Jackson manually stroked his
big ripe smelly dick, tugged on his milk filled balls all while sucking his
sensitive nips. Finally, a guy that loves manstink and was not above
showing his appreciation for all the hard work done to create such a
complex aroma of fumes and flavors! He returned the favor by rubbing
Jackson's almost bald head and cupping his large ears lovingly. They seemed
to almost stick out and looked so cute on a man so rugged looking. Marco
was enjoying his fantastic luck and thought it could get no better when
Jackson knelt down, opened his mouth wide, and began to swallow his Latin
cock down to the root.

"Oh fuck man, yeah, suck my dirty dick. That's right, swallow my cock!"
Marco was blown away in seconds with his first real cock suck. Sure, other
guys had pretended to enjoy sucking his grubby dick and others even made a
real effort, but no one before had truly engorged themselves on his special
homemade brew of stink. Jackson was obviously a master cock sucker who
loved the act itself, and began giving the young Latino a few lessons in
how to make love to an uncut penis.

Beginning with the very tip of Marco's bloated uncut beast, Jackson nursed
on the thick, almost black, tip like a baby. Not wanting to clean away any
of the wonderful white smegma growing within, he pulled on the almost
unyielding foreskin and chewed down on the sensitive membrane before giving
his full attention to Marco's beautifully bulbous dick head. In comparison
to the size and girth of his shaft, the young man's covered corona was at
least twice the width. In Jackson's mouth, it pulsed and grew with each
suck of his dripping mouth. Every now and again, he was gifted with tangy
squirts of pre cum mixed with smegma into his hungry gullet which he, of
course, greedily scoffed down, until the next blast hit his tongue.  The
pungent taste of nut juice and cheese lingered on his taste buds as he
continued to slob on his young neighbor's knob.

Marco's heart beat was like a loud drum on Jackson's slick tongue as he
twirled it around the huge corona. All over his face and Marco's dick shaft
was a sheen of spit and pre cum that was increasing with each second
Jackson made love to his chubby. Within moments, the wood floor was slick
with puddles of gob and seminal fluid.

Any cock sucker worth his salt knows that a chunky 9 inch shaft is not
something to be taken lightly. Jackson opened his mouth wide to accommodate
such a task with ease and grace. Long ago he'd dismantled his gag reflex,
so the only issue was how far down did he want to go on the first past? He
decided to choke himself on the gorgeous brown cock that was almost as long
and thick as his own. Jackson took a long deep breath through his nose and
dove down to the pubes of his young host. Quickly he was punched with the
fragrance of filthy boy pubes. This was a special concoction of sweat, piss
and what tasted clearly of nut juice. Obviously, this man enjoyed seasoning
his soiled jockstraps with a brew so intense that it left a flavorful
stench on his junk. The bouquet covered his pubes and balls with a sheen of
testosterone that made Jackson even hornier to taste other parts of his
body.

Above, watching the best blow job of his life unfold, was Marco. He was
almost in a trance, but remembered not to be a selfish fuck. Without much
thought he began to twist Jackson's perky nipples the same way his had been
done; slowly and methodically, while also twisting and pinching the tips
until Jackson winced in pleasure...through pain. He knew when he had the
right combination of tugging and pulling by the amount of effort he felt
being returned on his gunky cock. The men were in synch with providing
pleasure to the other. Marco threw his head back on the door and moaned his
approval.

"Fuck, take that dick down your throat! Damn it feels so good. Yeah, tug on
my balls. Squeeze 'em tight. Fuck yeah, yank those fucking golf balls
down. Make me feel it! Fuck yeah, I love how you suck my big cock." Jackson
loved hearing that his work was enjoyed. With his free right hand he
searched out Marco's slimy butthole. If this kid was this nasty upfront, he
knew the back door would be wide open, wet and stinky.

"Oh shit, fuck yeah, that's my shit hole. Finger fuck my butt man, open me
up. Work over my man hole..but I gotta warn you, I'm pretty ripe and dirty
back there. If you keep digging you will feel shit." This was not a warning
but more of an invitation to Jackson. Scat wasn't really one of his kinks,
but he didn't get scared by finding it up a guy's shitter but he did get
off on the heady funk that can only be marinated inside of a rank
butthole. And it was that smell and taste that he was hunting for.

Jackson concentrated his pouty mouth on the young Latino's sizable
junk. His lips worked over the heavy piece of meat like it was the last
dick he would ever enjoy, but brought a level of skill that proved it was
not the first cock that he'd ever orally masturbated. Up and down the thick
shaft, and nursing on the huge head, Jackson was able to bring Marco almost
to the point of cumming more than a few times, before pulling back and
giving his cock a minor rest. This kid was so ready to explode that a few
times he pumped so much ball fluid and pre cum into his mouth, and in such
copious amounts, that Jackson thought he'd actually cum.  Luckily they were
false alarms. He wanted to do much more to this kid than just suck him off
and finger his butthole.

Speaking of Marco's butthole, it was farting out a noxious storm at the
intrusion of each of Jackson's fingers. He had three fingers fucking his
colon and loved each and every inch of those digits. Moaning and groaning
like a cheap whore while fucking himself on Jackson's paw, Marco couldn't
get enough stuff up his butt. The fifth fart was so intense in smell and so
loud in volume that both men stopped copulating in amazement as the foul
wind left the impression of a freight train. And then the unexpected
happened; married to that last ass blast was a hot slurry of brown butt mud
that covered Jackson's fingers and palm in creamy shit before topping out
on his elbow.

The fetid fragrance of Marco's lower intestines was heavy in the air, as
Jackson kept finger fucking his new neighbor without slowing down. If
anything he'd decided that this was a hole that needed fucking by an actual
dick, and increased the pressure and intensity of his handballing. A fourth
finger joined the others and unlocked the young man's rectum quite
well. Nothing was going to stop him from opening up that hot ass and
replacing his fat fingers with his even fatter cock. For a brief second he
looked up from the pulsing penis fucking his throat and saw Marco's saucer
like eyes staring at him as he delivered an awesome blow job. Realizing
that the kid loved being sucked off while taking a dump, Jackson decided to
raise the raunch level even more.

With his left hand, Jackson slowly turned Marco toward the door so that he
had total access to his shitting ditch. Taking the hint, the young Latino
offered no resistance as he let loose the older man's tits and placed both
of his own hands above his head on the door, before spreading his legs even
wider. He was now at the tender mercies of Jackson's sexual favors.

His right hand fucking Marco's still shitting butt, Jackson spit out his
raging member and instead concentrated on his sweating ball sac. The smell
of roasted boy nuts mixed with the earthy flavor of shit covering his arm,
Jackson tried to get both of Marco's bursting balls into his mouth at one
time but found it impossible due to the sheer size of his gonads and the
gallons of nut juice contained within. His own cock was suffering inside of
his dirty draws, but his own penile pleasure would need to wait until he
tasted the hot ass riding his wrist.

"Dude, I'm so sorry, I didn't know my butt was that full. If you want to
stop, just let me know." Marco made his statement while facing his front
door, and was not sure if the hunky guy feasting on his nads could even
hear him. Of course, Marco had no issues with shit, or scat play, having
engulfed a large amount of his own before being able to legally drink, but
he knew most other gays were scared of male bodily fluids.

"Shut up, I'm working down here! I'll let you know when your butt stink is
too much for me...and trust me, that won't happen. Relax and shit out the
rest of your nasty dump, cuz soon I'm gonna want your cum and piss to wash
it down." Jackson finally broke his silence with laughter to let his host
know that everything was cool. Actually, he was really enjoying sucking on
Marco's balls but was ready to dive into his rank shitter.

"OK then, eat out my ass. Sniff my butthole and make love to my
sphincter. I need your tongue to fuck my butt. Give it to me Mr. Man!"
Marco spread his legs as wide as they would go, propped himself against the
door and let his fat dick spit pre cum onto the floor. His head was
swirling with the smell of his own excrement and couldn't wait to get deep
rimmed by Jackson, because that fucker knew what to do with his tongue.

"Fuck yeah, I'm going to ram my tongue up your nasty shit hole and then,
I'm going to fuck you silly. You're going to fall in love with my tongue
and want to live out the rest of your natural life being fucked by my
greasy cock!" Jackson was true to his word as he began to sniff around the
dirty hole Marco called an anus and sniffed as much of the stink as he
could before the need to eat out his cesspool.

The first swipe of his tongue was met with a concentrated zest of 100
percent Latin man shit. The nutty flavor was mixed with a sweet, yet
bitter, after taste and a surprising tang of something spicy. Smooth on the
tongue with a few chunks of turds, Marco's sludge was actually tasty, and
soon Jackson was addicted to the feast flowing from the gaping hole. He was
still ramming fingers up inside of the wide rectum in between swipes of his
tongue but nothing was going to satisfy him until he placed his own ripe
cock between his firm brown cheeks and fucked him until the neighbors knew
his name...and called the cops.

It was just a matter of time before Jackson began to truly unloose his
inner pig and dive right into the waiting orifice with gusto. Moving his
left hand back to Marco's swollen, dripping dick, he began to milk the
young man as he rammed his face into his butt crack and began to destroy
his hole with his tongue. Licking, biting, eating and wallowing in filth
became Jackson's only reason for living as the moans from Marco became so
loud that he was afraid people really would call the police. In a true act
of desperation, he quickly yanked off his own dirty draws, found the most
skidded parts that covered his unwashed hole, and quickly rose up and
jammed it in the young man's mouth. The entire act took less than 30
seconds, giving Jackson plenty of time to return to sucking and eating out
his filthy hole and jerking his fat cock.

Marco began to gag on the soiled rag in his sucking mouth. He could taste
the strips of shit coating the small fabric and used his tongue to turn it
around and search out more of Jackson's slime and filth. Wonders of all,
the new neighbor was so much of a pig, Marco wondered if he could keep
up. Within moments he let out another loud rumbling fart, which just gave
Jackson the opening to rise up and shove his naked cock into his hungry
hole.

"Oh fuck...shit, your dick is so fucking huge! Damn, I don't think I can
handle that much cock. Fuck..fuck...fuck!" Marco moaned through the dirty
draws. As much as he protested he also pushed his hips back into Jackson
thrusting waist and pled for that fat cock to fuck him hard and
dirty. Along the length of his right leg was a trail of butt sludge that
even hit his ankle.

"I know you want my bare cock, so just work with me and open wide. Your
dripping dick is telling me just how much you want to get fucked by my
monster. So, open wide!" Jackson placed the head of his pulsing cock at
Marco's shit coated rectum, at the same time he had forced a few of his
fingers into Marco's mouth and let him enjoy the flavor of his stink along
with his own soiled draws. Like a baby, Marco nursed and sucked on the two
coated fingers as Jackson violently entered his body. In one full thrust he
was balls deep in that ass, and Marco was loving every inch of it.

"That's a good boy. Take my hard dick. Suck on my dick with your ass
lips. That's good babe, ride my pole. Shit on my dick and ride my cock
raw. Fuck yeah, your hole is so fucking hot and dirty." Jackson soothed
Marco was calming words as he began one of the best fucks of the young
man's life. He was still jerking Marco's slick dripping dick and knew that
it wouldn't be long before the Latin dropped a hot load of creamy spooge in
his palm. But he wanted to savor one more thing before letting him have his
first release.

"Turn towards me." Jackson demanded but in a soft whisper. Marco turned his
head away from the door and gave the older man the left side of his face as
Jackson stuck his shit coated tongue inside of the closest
nostril. Understanding what he truly wanted, Marco faced the horny man
fucking his butt raw and gave him the scum from his nose that he
wanted. Marco even went so far as to close off his right nostril so that he
could gift Jackson with a thick load of snot, which he sucked and swallowed
down like a fiend. After continuing this act with the right one, they both
knew that nothing was off limits from that point on.

"Your snot is fucking tasty boy. I'm beginning to love all of the fluids
you produce." With that, Jackson went back to rough kissing Marco, sharing
the noxious flavors of his digested meals. As they sucked face, Jackson
went back to piston fucking his hot butthole and raped Marco for all he was
worth. Up and down, from the left and to the right, his massive curved cock
wrecked havoc on the young man's prostate. Jackson's palm was quickly
coated with pre cum as he continued to work over his pulsing
rectum. Nothing was going to stop him from blowing his load inside the
24yrs ditch. He was fucking him so hard that they both seemed to be trying
to break down the front door.

"Oh fuck, fuck my butt. Damn your nasty cock feels so good fucking my
hole. Shit, you are fucking my shitty asshole. Your dick is ripping my
butt. Damn, don't stop, don't ever stop fucking my asshole. AAAAAHHH fuck,
I needed this fuck!" Marco was a maniac against the door, bucking his small
hips onto the older man's thickening cock as much as he could as Jackson's
ball sac swung and beat against his own swollen gonads. The sound of
slapping man balls was the only sound they could hear outside of their own
moaning and groaning. Almost 20 min of straight fucking, with Jackson only
a few times pulling his shaft from Marco's sore hole, but leaving his
bulbous cut dick head, they both knew this could not last much longer.

"You want this dick...you want my sperm load? That what you want? A hot man
sized load to coat your nasty guts, as I jerk you off?" Jackson pounded
Marco's hole relentlessly as he attempted to pull his cock right off.

"Shit yeah, I need your load. Fuck, I can't live without your cock inside
me. I must have your load paint my guts. PPPLLLEEESSSEEE sperm my hole."
Marco was begging and pleading for a blast of cum up his sore rectum as he
stood on his tip toes to accept all of Jackson's 10 inch member. Each of
his thrust was lifting the young man off of his feet and pushing him off
balance. A few times Jackson bucked him up in the air so hard that he was
off his feet. Luckily, the older man's huge dong was there to catch and
impale him once again.

Marco was having a hard time remembering what life was like before being
fucked by Jackson but he knew nothing would ever be right again unless he
was blessed with a dump of his manseed. Moaning and begging for his scum
seemed to be working, as Marco was ready to blow his load. Of course his
fucker would know this from the increase size in his dick and the twitch in
his asshole. It would not be long before he received the gift that he had
been waiting so long for, and the sweet release he needed from his own
cock. But, that was not to be the case.

"NO!" Jackson shouted as he ripped his pulsing red dick, dripping in pre
cum and male excrement, from the young man's gaping shit ditch and took two
large steps away from the hole he just destroyed. Gaping and dripping in
fluids, his ditch showed all of the signs of being thoroughly used and
abused.

Marco looked on in disappointment and lust at the man's still raging cock
that was caked in his tasty shit, as a pair of skidded draws dangled
obscenely from his open mouth.

to be continued (of course)......