Date: Sat, 16 Sep 2006 16:57:12 +0100
From: Hot Stud
Subject: HOTSTUD101 Part Two

HOTSTUD101 Part Two (M/M, raunch, scat)


I was left on the sofa; jeans ripped open, saliva soaking my face around my
mouth wondering what happened.

Straight men, they don't know what they want and don't know how good they
can get it, I thought.

I got on with the rest of my day wondering how the next installment would
go, whether he would fuck off again just as it was starting to get
interesting. I daydreamed with my cock out, playing away and thinking about
this mans perfect compact beefy body, the grooves on his hips leading to
his perfect groin. It was hard to swallow; the fucker had given me a sore
throat from all of the mouthcunt fucking. I knew it would be in perfect
working order by tomorrow though.

At around 6 o'clock, my phone rang. It was on the table by the front
door. I rushed to answer it noticing that Fucker had left the door
open. Stupid fuck.

"Hello?" I said.

"Don't wash" said the voice on the other end of the line. Click. He hung
up. He must have put the number into his mobile as he left, cheeky cunt.

I had an easy night and did my chores. I decided to refrain from looking at
straight boys on cam, just for the night. I had my own straight fucker who
knew what he wanted.

The next day I sauntered around town, it was a nice hot summer day, perfect
weather for sticky balls and moist crack. I wandered around looking at all
the hot guys in their T-shirts wondering how raunchy their pits were, we
don't often get hot days like this and the balmy heat was making me hornier
as the number of men increased in the shopping precinct over the lunch time
period.

Fuck, I was so horny.

The time dragged and by 1.45, sweat was trickling down my back, collecting
in the waistband of my tight white cotton trunks. Beads of it were
appearing on my brow and on my top lip, gathering in my 4 day old stubble.
I went to the front entrance of the centre and waited, wondering whether I
should give it up as it was far too hot to wait much longer. I started to
worry that Fucker wasn't going to appear and at 2.10 I gave up altogether.
He wasn't going to appear.

I was well pissed off, fucking prick, I thought. I decided to visit the
local library to get some relief, the toilets in the shopping centre were
manned and as I knew term time had started, and there was a good chance
that the library may have some good material that had just arrived that
week. It was Freshers Week in the town and some lonely student guy might
want a little action.

It was a ten minute walk to the library. Thankfully it was an air
conditioned building so I took some respite from the blistering heat
outside. I casually took the stairs to the first floor to the toilets and
entered. I hadn't been here for a while and forgot that the ventilation
system was old and the bogs were hot. An underlying smell of hot piss and
the essences of man brewed together in the heat of the room. 3 urinals hung
on the wall and opposite them were two sinks and two driers on the wall by
the door. Further along the room were two cubicles, one of which was a
disabled toilet, roomier and a good size for anonymous sex.

The door banged shut behind me and I went to the sink to wash my sticky
hands. I looked in the mirror and I noticed that the stubble suited me, I
had a thick khaki coloured t-shirt on and sweat had soaked each underarm
area making the fabric darker. I lifted each arm up to check how bad they
smelled and was content with the satisfying odour that the day had
progressed. I was less happy with the lack of dirty cock though.

I checked around the corner to see if anyone were using the cubicles,
unfortunately not, but it gave me the opportunity to put my hand down the
front of my jeans, grab hold of my thick uncut dick and put my thumb under
my long foreskin.

I take out my hand and put it to my nose. Mmmm, ripe manstink, the bitter,
rancid but sweet smell of cock cheese on my thumb makes me get hard in an
instant.

I look back at myself and wonder why Fucker didn't turn up -- I am a good
looking guy, I don't look queer, I have big square shoulders, a 44" chest,
nice hard brown nipples and hairy chest and belly. I have green eyes, full
thick lips and a square jaw. I am a versatile top but a pussy for stink and
straight guys.

I may be past my best in the eyes of gayworld, and happy that my looks
still grant me considerable opportunities; and will do for some time.

I blink and come out of my trance, dry my hands and just as I turn to head
toward the cubicle, I hear the door clunk and someone enters.

I don't look back, that's for homos. I slowly make my way to the
cubicle. As I walk, whoever has come in goes for me and grabs the back of
my neck roughly.

"I hope you didn't wash. Why the fuck didn't you wait, faggot? Move it!"

He pushes me toward the disabled toilet, I slip and head towards the wall,
Fucker keeps me upright and shoves me into the bog, locks the door and
stands against the door.

I gather my senses and turn around. Fucker looks at me, he aint happy.

I look into his steely blue eyes. He is beautiful. A perfect square face,
Black stubble surrounds his lips, the top lip curling up toward his mini
beard, the hairs framing the Cupid's bow. He has a small scar on his left
cheek. Extremely short black hair, longer on the top, completes my idea of
perfection.

He stands about 6' and I notice that he is wearing a dirty grey T-shirt,
old blue Levis and dirty tan workboots. Fucker has thick hairy arms; the
veins just below the sleeve of his T-shirt are thick blue and stand out on
his beefy frame. His hands are big and heavy and dirty. This guy is a
builder or at least works on a construction site. Fucking heaven.

He is standing opposite me, I am trapped. Good. My heart is racing and my
mouth is dry.

He puts a hand around my neck, softer this time and pulls me toward his
face. I meet his stare, he acknowledges me with a soft sneer, backs me out
of his face and gobs straight into my mouth.

"Fucking cunt. Next time, you wait." He says with authority. I understand.

Still holding my neck he brings me back to his face and forces his tongue
in my mouth, I try to gulp but I can't.

I feel his fat, hot wet tongue probe my mouth, run over my teeth as his
raspy beard grinds over my face. He sticks his tongue up my right nostril
for a second or two then jams it back in my mouth. I taste my salty nose on
the tip of his tongue and feel my cock twitch and my arsehole pucker out a
little. Here we go.

"Dirty boy, you fucking love that don't you?" he laughs.

"Yep, nasty fucker, that's me" I respond, waiting for the next level to
begin.

"Good lad" He lets go of my neck. "Get on your knees"

I oblige, feeling the hard tiles on my knees. It's too hot.  I kneel in
front of Fucker and can already smell him. I can see the shape of his big
cock outline in his old, thin jeans. I am ready again.

"Well, do your job" He barks.

I open his jeans, slowly undoing the buttons as he pulls his t-shirt over
his head, showing off his hard, meaty body. Big hard tits covered with
silky black hair, the big nipples still soft and peeking through the forest
of man. His stomach is also hairy but peaks in a line down toward his
groin. He has a silvery appendix scar which I begin to kiss.

"Fuck off with that shit, I've only got half an hour" he says impatiently.

"Just fucking get to my meat you nasty cunt"

Fucker slaps me on the cheek. I make a play for his fat cock, pulling it
out. I am pleasantly surprised that it's at its full hardness already and
looks bigger than it did yesterday. Nice one.

Still grabbing his meaty cock, I pull back the foreskin and it's clear that
he doesn't spend too much time keeping himself too clean. That's fine by me
and after a little deep sniff; I take his bell end into my mouth.

Slowly, I wet his cock with my mouth, helped by the big wad of gob he gave
me. I clean his cock, savouring the salty taste and start to take all his
length. As expected, he helps me out by pushing down my throat, clamping my
head with both of his big hands.

"Take your cock out while I fuck your cunt throat" he says.

Quickly I release my big knob from its hold. It bobs out and up and I can
smell the pungent cheesy piss rising up into the hot atmosphere.

"Yeah mate, fucking stinks, nice one. He says.

"You fucking dirty pig, suck my cock all the way while I can smell your
dirty faggot knob" he's obviously getting off on my ripeness.

"That's it ALL the way in your gob; milk my fat man cock good and hard"

He continues to push my head right down, burying my nose in his bushy thick
sweat filled pubes. I see his skin is moist with sweat. I take deep breaths
and wonder how rich his stink is, under his ball sack.

"You fucking love dirty mans straight cock, you pig, get under my nuts,
take a good sniff mate. Tell me what you think"

I hook my nose under his big sack, getting deep into his groin, feeling the
dampness under there. I take a big whiff of him and am now in pig heaven.

"Smells fucking nasty, nice and funky. Rich fucking stink" I say as I beat
my cock.

All of a sudden he turns around.

"Eat it!" he orders.

He offers me his arse, two big globes, hair at the bottom of his back, his
welcome mat. He opens his arse cheeks, slowly teasing me, making my mouth
water.

I lick up his crack up to his lower back and push him toward the door; I
get my nose into the crack and lick the hairs, the stinky hairs surrounding
his mancunt. Lapping up the sweat and funk that has been cooking for a
while. Salty, bitter but full of pheromones that I know get me off.

He's watching me rub my cock back and forth as I prepare for my feast. I
take a look at his beautiful hole, wrinkly and moist. I take a sniff.

Fuck, powerful stuff. He smells so bad. Of sweat and grime and nasty
arse. I make my tongue flat so I can cover the area of his tight shithole,
making sure my nose rubs over his pucker.

"Lick it fucker, taste my hole! What are you waiting for?" he shouts.

I stab at his hole and pull his arse apart, forcing my tongue up. I can
feel him clench his hole up

"Open it up" I beg, "let me fuck your cunt with my tongue"

"Yeah come on, open up my shitter for me. Good lad" He grunts.

He backs down; I can feel him push out. He farts on my tongue.

"Sorry mate" he says embarrassed.

"Mmmnngh" I am working his shithole as I smell his ripe gas. Pre cum soaks
the tip of my knob.

"Take it, take it all. Fuck!!"

His nasty backhole is getting nice and relaxed and I can feel the tip of
something nasty. I nudge the tip of a hard log with my tongue.

"Push" I say, "push it out fucker" I beat my dick harder now.

"Yeah I can feel your tongue on my turd, you dirty fuck"

Fucking ace, that's what I want, his muck, his filth. I want to taste him
inside. I know he wants it too.

Just then as we are getting piggy, I hear the main door open.

"Fuck!" he whispers. He pulls his jeans up and turns to face me.

I am still on my knees, look up at him and take his cock in my mouth,
slowly and quietly.

He starts to fuck my mouth, soft at first, making sure there is no noise. I
don't choke, I will him to cum in my mouth.

He bucks my face slowly and I go with his rhythm. I feel around to his arse
and slowly push my finger in. I swirl my finger around his open shithole,
feeling the tip of his turd and pushing my finger into the side of his arse
walls. I pump his hole as he lets me milk his dick.

"Mmmmm, take my load" he whispers, like an animal as he pumps deep.

I take his cock all the way down my cunt throat as he gushes his hot, thick
junk into my belly. I can feel his arse open up and clench as he cums. At
the same time, I shoot over his boot. I can't make a noise, my throat is
stuffed.

The door slams shut. We wait a moment.

"Fuck, we shoulda waited" Fucker says, clearly pissed off.

I take my finger out of his hole and we both get dressed.

Fucker unlocks the cubicle door, turns to me, takes my slimy finger, puts
it in his mouth and sucks it. He kisses me and I can taste his dirt on his
tongue.

"I'll phone you" he says, winks and leaves.


TO BE CONTINUED...? Let me know.