Date: Thu, 22 Apr 2004 14:51:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: JOCK HOLES 03

DISCLAIMER: This story is NOT true. Just a fantasy. Not for the 'faint of
heart' either! HEAVY RAUNCH ahead so be warned!

(t/t, t/t/t/t, M/t, M/t/t oral, anal, raunch, scat, urination)

This story is dedicated to my new Pig-Buddy, Rico, who inspired it! Thanks,
buddy, for the hot e-mails!

JOCK HOLES
Part Three
By RimPig  2004

Rich and I got back to my hotel room and I immediately offered him a beer
which he gratefully accepted. Now, it's true that serious jocks don't
usually do a lot of drinking but after a match or game, trust me - they
love to party just as much as anybody else, maybe more! After all, if they
want to perform on the field or mats or court they can't be doing it
whenever they want. So after they've shown their athletic prowess -
especially if they're victorious - that's the time to let loose and get
hammered or laid, hopefully both!

"So...make yourself comfortable buddy." I said to him.

I took off my jacket and then my tie and button-down shirt, allowing Rich
to see the well developed body that I worked very fucking hard to
maintain. This left me in my jeans, jockstrap and loafers. I then kicked
off the loafers before grabbing myself a beer. Rich was wearing a warm-up
suit in his team colors. I knew that all he had on under it was a t-shirt
and a jock. Rich took off the zip-up jacket to the warm up suit and sat
there in the bottoms and t-shirt.

I had the heat in the room turned up. It was early November and it there
were already cold nights out on the prairie. Plus, I figured that a little
sweat was a good thing! And, it would make clothing much more uncomfortable
to keep on. In fact, after two beers, Rich looked at me.

"Damn, it's hot in here, Coach!" he said, slightly buzzed.

The alcohol was raising his temperature, of course, along with the heater
in the room.

"Yeah, I know. Seems with this room, you either roast or freeze - no in
between. Me, I'd rather just strip down and be warm rather than cold." I
said.

I guess Rich decided he'd rather do this too because the next thing I knew,
he stood up and stripped off both his t-shirt and the bottoms to his warm
up suit, leaving him in nothing but a jock. And, from the looks of it, a
very well-worn and never washed jock at that - my favorite kind! The heavy,
raunchy scent of it started to fill the room which pleased me to no end. I
figured since Rich felt comfortable enough to strip down, there was no
reason for me not to so I took off my jeans leaving me in an equally
well-worn and unwashed jock. In fact, the same jock I'd worn through all
six years of college and still wore to work out. My ripeness started to add
to the strong male scents that were now permeating the room.

While I was up, I got us both another beer. I wasn't trying to get him
drunk to take advantage of him. I figured Rich had a pretty good idea which
way the wind was blowing when he agreed to come back to my motel room with
me. But I wanted him to have all the liquid I could get in him so that he
would have lots of piss for me to, hopefully, drink and be drenched
in. Rich had already gone through five of them so I figured it wouldn't be
long before he was gonna need to let some of that bladder brew out.

I also could see that with the bulge in his jock, he was hung pretty
good. Not near as good as me but, then, few guys were - especially his
age. I noticed him glancing at the bulge in my pouch as well and even
caught him unconsciously licking his lips when he did. Yeah. He was ready
for some fun. And if that jock was any indication, he was ready for fun my
way! Now it was just a matter of 'reeling him in'.

"So, Rich...you got a girlfriend?" I asked.

"Nah. Ain't got time for it." he said, sheepishly.

"Gee! I would have bet that with your bod and all, you'd have bitches
hangin' all over you." I said.

It was always acceptable to talk about how fine another guy's body was if
you were relating it to their attractiveness to 'bitches'.

"Fuck! I get some of them sniffin' around but I got too much invested in
Wrestling to be bothered. Besides, dating costs too much and I ain't got
the money. Neither do my folks. It ain't like I can go get a job, either."
he said.

"Yeah. I understand. That's why I want to offer you a full scholarship -
room, board, tuition, books - everything! We can even get you weekly
spending cash from the Alumni Association if you keep it to yourself. I
take it you know how to keep your mouth shut about things?" I asked.

"Yeah. 'Course I do, Coach!" he assured me.

"So what do you usually do after a meet?" I asked, pretty well sure of what
it was usually.

"Ahh, just me and some of the guys get together. Maybe get some beer and
get hammered." he said vaguely.

"Yeah, I hear ya. Me and my buds used to do the same thing back in high
school. Maybe get together and take care of each other...if you get my
drift." I said.

"Yeah...I do, Coach." he said quietly and I saw him starin' at my jock
pouch again.

He was sitting on the desk chair and I was sitting on the bed, my back
against the headboard and my legs spread so he had a nice view of my
crotch. And he was definitely making the most of it.  He was kind of leaned
back in the chair, his ass slid forward on the seat and his legs spread so
I had a nice view of his well-packed jock as well. I noticed that he'd
downed his beer so I got up and got him another one. When I handed it to
him, I stood close so that my dirty jock was just a few inches from his
nose. I saw his nostrils flare and heard him take a deep breath of my
raunchy scent.

"Damn, Coach. Must have been a long time since you washed that strap!" he
grinned up at me.

"I could say the same thing to you!" I laughed.

"Can't wash it! It's my lucky strap! I ain't washed it since I was a
freshman!" he explained.

"Well, same here. This was my lucky jock in college. Ain't washed it since
I started as a freshman." I said.

"That's a fuck of a lot longer than mine!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah, I guess you're right about that. I just can't bring myself to wash
it, though. I guess I kinda get off on the funk of it, ya know?" I said,
rubbing my hand across the raunchy pouch, feelin' my dick jump as I did.

"Yeah! I hear ya, Coach! I guess I do, too." he grinned, reaching down and
squeezing his raunchy pouch in answer.

"What, you get off on the funk of my jock?" I asked him.

"Uhh...no...uhh...I meant on mine!" he exclaimed, getting red in the face,
quickly removing his hand from his well filled pouch.

I laughed at his embarrassment, letting him realize that I was only joking
and had caught him in it. I sat down on the edge of the bed, facing him,
not but a couple of feet away. Close enough that I could really smell his
reeking pouch and the funk of his sweaty body.

"I got it. Just yankin' your chain." I grinned. "Course, I have to admit,
as many years as I've spent in locker rooms, I must get off to other guy's
stink to some degree or I wouldn't have been able to stand it all that
long."

"Yeah. I know what ya mean, Coach. Sometimes, all that stink kinda gets to
me, too. I mean, I don't mind the smell of another guy. Sometimes, I even
like it." he admitted quietly.

"Yeah, I noticed that you weren't too eager to take a shower." I smiled.

"I could...if you want me to." he said, looking into my eyes.

"Nah! You smell just fine to me." I said, my voice husky with horniness and
taking a deep, noticeable breath of his scent.

"Yeah. I like bein' funked up like this. I ain't showered in a few days."
he smiled.

"Yeah. I kinda figured that." I said hoarsely, still breathing deeply of
his scent.

"How 'bout you?" he asked and I could tell that he was breathing deeply of
mine.

"Been about that for me, too. When I'm on the road, I just kinda let it
go. Love drivin' down the road, smellin' my own funk. I guess I kinda get
off on it." I admitted, smiling.

"You got a girlfriend, Coach?" he asked quietly.

"Nah! Ain't got time for one with all the travelin' I do. Never cared much
for bitches interferin' in my life, anyway." I said.

"Yeah, I hear ya! But...uhh...what do you..ahh...about...uhh..." he
mumbled.

"About sex?" I asked.

"Yeah." he said quietly, his face turnin' a bright shade of red.

"Well...there's always my good right hand." I chuckled and he laughed as
well. "And sometimes...well...let's just say that there's some ways of
gettin' off that I learned in High School and in College that do it for
me."

"Yeah? Like what?" he asked.

Well...there it was. The question that would turn the tide. Did I reveal
what I was into or just pass it off and forget it and pass on making this
young jock. Yeah! Like that was gonna happen!

"Well...like I said earlier, after meets or games, me and my buds would get
together...maybe get a case or two of brews...get hammered together and
then...well...then we'd take care of each other.  You know...get down and
nasty the way guys like to be." I said quietly.

"You mean like circle jerks and shit?" he asked, his eyes almost locked to
my bulging, filthy jock pouch now.

His evident interest in my reeking strap and what lay behind it was causing
my cock to bone and fill out the pouch even more as the moments went by.

"Nah! That's kids stuff. I mean really gettin' down and dirty. Really
raunchy stuff. Really gettin' off on bein' guys and enjoyin' each other." I
said, looking him in the eyes, waiting to see his reaction.

"Like what, Coach?" he asked, clearly out of his depths now.

"Well...lemme ask you...what kind of things have you done with your
friends?" I asked.

"Ahh...you know the kind of shit guys do, Coach. Jackin' off together,
seein' who could shoot the furthest or the fastest or the most. Shit like
that." he said, clearly uncomfortable now.

From his reaction, I could tell that there was more - maybe lots more.

"Yeah, I did all that, too. But is that all? I mean you and your buds never
did nothing with each other?" I asked.

"You mean like queer stuff?!" He asked, clearly not wanting to admit to
anything that would make himself seem less than manly in my eyes.

"No. I mean like two buddies helpin' each other out. Gettin' off together."
I said calmly.

I knew I had to assuage his masculinity so I explained it in a way that
made it seem that buddies were supposed to 'help each other out'. That's
what made it okay.

"Well...yeah, I guess...Keith and I kinda play around some when we were
drunk..." he grudgingly admitted.

"Yeah? You jack each other off?" I asked.

"Yeah...sometimes..." he said quietly.

"You ever suck each other's cocks?" I asked calmly.

"Uhh...well...." he stuttered.

"I had this buddy, Jeff. He was a senior when I was a freshman. We used to
get together all the time...take care of each other. I sucked his cock lots
of times...and other things." I said.

"Really, Coach?! You're shittin' me, right?! You sucked a dude's cock?!"
Rich exclaimed but I could see the glint of horniness in his eyes as he
did.

"Shit, yeah! That wasn't all. We got into a lot of raunchy stuff with each
other. There were other guys that we did it with as well." I said,
remembering those great days of high school when I was gettin' it on with
Matt, Rick, Vic and Jeff.

"Fuck! Like what kinda stuff?" he asked, eagerness in his voice and written
all over his face.

"Ahh...maybe I ought to leave that alone. I wouldn't want to gross you
out." I said, playin' 'hard to get'.

I'd learned my lessons from Matt well - make the fuckin' kid beg for
it. That would make him a much more eager participant in tonight's
festivities once they got started and, from what I could figure, they'd be
gettin' started right soon!

"Nah! Coach! You ain't gonna gross me out! Me and Keith have done stuff to
each other before."  he assured me.

"Well...I don't know...I doubt if you've done stuff like this." I said.

"Come on, Coach! Like what?" he begged.

Yeah...this kid was ready. He was hot and curious. His cock was bone hard
in his jock and I could see a wet spot where he was leakin' cock-snot. Of
course, so was I and he was eyin' it every chance he got.

"Well, we used to get into suckin' each other's cocks and sniffin' and
lickin each other's bodies."  I said.

"Where?" he asked.

"Everywhere." I said.

"Everywhere?" he asked, his mind obviously conjuring up places as yet
unknown to him.

"Everywhere." I said firmly. "Jeff and I especially loved smellin' and
lickin' each other's butts."

"Ahh...fuck! That's nasty, Coach!" he said, but he sure didn't sound turned
off to the idea.

"Yeah, it is. That's why we liked it so much." I grinned at him.

"What else, Coach?" he asked, an eager puppy almost bouncing in the chair,
greedy to hear more.

"Well...we used to fuck each other's butts." I said.

"Fuck! Doesn't that fuckin' hurt?!" he almost yelped.

"Not if you get a guy loosened up first. Lickin' his butt and shovin' your
tongue up his ass helps with that. Well...that a few fingers. You ever
finger-fucked your butt while you were jackin' off?" I asked.

He got this startled look on his face, like I had read his mind and then
his face got all sheepish.

"Uhh...yeah...a few times..." he admitted.

"Felt good, didn't it?" I grinned and he grinned back.

"Yeah. It did." he admitted.

"Bet you ran your finger in an out of your butt a few times and then
brought it up and sniffed it while you pounded your pud, didn'tcha?" I
asked, grinning.

I could see the look on his face, like I had spied on him or something! I
knew I had him then!

"Uhh...well...yeah..." he admitted, hanging his head.

"Yeah! I love the smell of my own butt! Love to wipe some of the stink on
my upper lip while I beat my meat so I can smell it the whole time!" I told
him.

He looked up, shock registering first on his face and then a very horny
smile broke out.

"Yeah! Stinks so good! Makes me fuckin' hard!" he grinned.

"Yeah! Sure does!" I grinned back.

A look came over his face that at first I couldn't interpret and then he
looked at me.

"Uhh...Coach...I gotta piss really bad. Can I use the bathroom?" he asked.

"Well...yeah...you can - if you really want to." I said.

He looked at me funny.

"What do ya mean?" he asked.

"Well...see...that's somethin' else my buds and me used to do with each
other - we'd piss on each other."  I told him.

"You'd what?!" he exclaimed.

"We'd piss on each other. You ever done that? Pissed on another guy...or on
yourself? You know, in the shower when you gotta piss? Just lettin' fly all
over yourself? Feelin' the warmth of your piss, the smell of your piss?" I
asked.

"Uhh...well...maybe I might have once or twice but never on another dude!"
he assured me.

"Lots of fun! Yeah! Feels really great!" I grinned.

"Uhh...Coach...uhh...you wanna...I mean..." he just couldn't get the words
out.

"You wanna piss on me?" I asked gently, smiling at him.

"Well...yeah...if you want me to." he said.

"I want ya to! Fuck, yeah!" I grinned.

"Cool!" he grinned back.

I stood up at that point and skinned down my filthy jock, letting him see
my cock for the first time. Released from the confining athletic apparel,
my ten uncut inches quickly rose until it was standing hard and proud right
in front of his face. I heard a stifled moan come from him as he watched
it.

"Fuck, Coach! You got some fuckin' meat there!" he said, his voice low and
husky with obvious horniness.

"Ain't never had no complaints!" I said, grinning down at him.

"I guess fuckin' not!" he grinned up at me.

"So now that you've seen it, how about lettin' me see yours?" I said.

He stood up, somewhat reluctantly. I knew he was feelin' somewhat inferior
to my endowment but, after all, I was full-grown and he still had a few
years of growth yet! He slid down his raunch jock until it fell to around
his ankles. There stood his maleness, proud and throbbing! A good solid,
thick eight uncut inches. And at seventeen, there was every chance that it
would still grow and, who knows, be a rival to my own. As it was, the sight
of this young, hard piece of meat had me salivating and my butt-hole
twitching at the thought of it stabbing into my guts.

"Nice piece of meat there, son! Real nice piece of meat! Sure ain't nothin'
to be ashamed or shy about!" I grinned at him and he smiled back.

"So where are we...uhh...gonna..." he started to say.

"The tubs the best place. No need gettin' piss all over everything." I
said, leading the way to the bathroom with Rich followin' like a little
puppy dog on my heels.

In the bathroom, I stepped into the tub and got down on my knees. Rich
climbed in and stood there looking down at me, obviously unsure of what he
was supposed to do next. I reached up and began running my hands up and
down his smooth torso, feeling is well developed pecs and abs and gently
tweaking his dime-sized nipples which made him groan as they grew as hard
as little bullets.

"Ahh...fuck, Coach!" he moaned at the feeling of my playin' with his tits.

His cock was bone hard and I knew it was unlikely that he could piss in
that condition. I reached up and pulled down on his foreskin. The smell of
unwashed, uncut cock immediately filled the room. The strong scent of
smegma equaled the heavy deposit of creamy white substance under the head
of his cock.

"Fuck! That's really righteous stink, boy!" I moaned.

"Yeah! I love the smell of my fuckin' cheese, Coach!" he groaned, looking
down into my eyes.

His look was so fuckin' hot and lustful that my cock twitched and started
leaking cock-snot just at the vision. I had him where I wanted him now! So
horny he couldn't see straight and his inhibitions falling like the lowland
countries before the German Anchluss! He was quickly getting in touch with
the raunchiness that all males have inside them.

I leaned forward, breathing deep of the ripe scent of his smegma before
lashing out with my tongue and tasting it for the first time. Fuck! The
pungent ripeness of his head-cheese was strong and good on my tongue! The
smell of it rose in my nose like smoke and I moaned at the raunchy
feast. My tongue continued to lick under his cockhead as I quickly devoured
all the smegma that I could find. He moaned at the contact of my tongue to
his sensitive cock. I was careful, however, I didn't want him going off too
soon! I could tell he was hotter than a firecracker and I didn't want this
beginning session to end before we'd gone a lot further.

"Can you piss through a hardon?" I asked, finishing up the last of his
smegma.

"Yeah...sometimes...I don't know if I can now or not." he said.

I reached behind him and turned on the tap of the bathtub, letting a small
stream of water begin to fall. I knew that the sound of running water would
help tremendously to get his bladder in the mood to empty it's load of hot,
jock piss.

"Yeah! That helps, Coach!" he said, taking his cock in his own hand and
skinning back the head.

It was only a few moments and a blast of his hot piss came shooting out the
end of his cock, rising up and then falling onto my chest.

"Oh, fuck, yeah! Gimme that piss, boy! Gimme all of it!" I moaned at the
first splatter of his hot, teen, jock piss.

He grinned and seemed to relax sending a geyser of piss up into the air
from his hard cock drenching me in the process. I luxuriated in the hot
piss - the warm wetness on my body and the smell of it. I began rubbing it
into my chest like the finest of body lotion. But I had other plans for
this load of boy-piss and, leaning forward, I slowly engulfed the head of
his cock as he watched in shock and amazement! I began rapidly swallowing
the salty recycled brew from his cock as he groaned.

"Ahh! Fuck! Coach! Whatcha doin', man! You're fuckin' drinkin' my piss!" he
said, horniness and shock mixing in his voice.

This obviously was not something he'd even imagined! He looked down into my
eyes as I continued to rapidly drink all the piss his young cock was
pouring into my mouth. It was delicious! More sweet than salty, evidently
weak from all the beer. I reveled in the taste and smell of it as I gulped
down all he had in his bladder. His eyes told the story, however. This was
making him even hotter! He was definitely getting into this raunchy fun! I
knew then that taking him further was not going to be a problem!

His piss finally came to an end and I continued to suck on his hard cock,
sliding it deep into my throat, showing him something I'm sure he'd never
experienced - having someone swallow his entire cock. He groaned at the
feeling.

"Ahh! Fuck! Coach! Man! Nobody's ever been able to swallow that thing!
Fuck!" he groaned.

I realized, however, that he was too close and so I quickly pulled off
before things went any further.

"So you like that, huh, kid?" I asked, grinning up at him.

"Fuck, Coach! That was awesome!" he enthused. "Why'd you stop?"

"Because I didn't want you gettin' off too soon. I gotta piss myself and I
don't want to cum myself without pissin' first." I said.

"Uhh...you gonna piss on me, Coach?" he asked quietly, trying to sound
somewhat reluctant and failing miserably at it.

I almost told him no, just to see what his reaction would be, but I already
knew the disappointment I faced if I said that. I'd teased him enough
already. He was ready or he'd never asked the question.

"If you want me to." I said.

It had to be his choice. He had to consent to it. I didn't want him bein'
able to say I ever forced him into anything.

"Yeah....I want to try it." he said.

"Okay, then - assume the position." I said, standing up.

He knelt down and leaned back some so that he could really watch my piss
cascading down on him. I had no trouble pissing through a hardon, which was
a good thing because I was harder than hell, having tasted this young
jock's cock, smegma and piss! There was no fuckin' way my cock was gonna go
soft any time soon! Not unless I shot a load either down his throat or,
preferably up his tight, jock hole!

I relaxed my muscles and felt the piss rushing through my cock and blasting
out of my piss-hole.  The arc of piss cascaded down on the eager, sweaty
young jock and I heard him moan as the first hot drops of my golden juice
showered over his body.

"Ahh! Fuck!" he groaned and his hands came up and started rubbing the piss
into his skin like it was some kind of body lotion or something.

He looked up into my eyes, his filled with raging lust and horniness.

"Fuck, yeah, Coach! Piss on me, man! Gimme all that fuckin' piss!" he
groaned.

I pulled my cock up so that the arc of piss was at a steeper angle and
began showering his face.  He closed his eyes and, surprisingly opened his
mouth. I saw him take some of my piss into his mouth and watched as he
tasted it. At first, I think he must have thought it was taste terrible but
his face soon showed otherwise. He got a horny grin on his face as he
swallowed his first load of my piss and then bent forward and wrapped his
warm, jock mouth around my pissing cock.

He started swallowing rapidly, drinking down all my fuckin' piss as he
moaned around my cockhead. The vibrations from his moaning sent thrills
through my cock and I almost lost it right there. But I had other plans for
this load. I emptied my bladder into the, now, very thirsty young jock and
he swallowed down every drop. Once my piss stopped, he continued to nurse
on my cock, sucking it and getting me so close that I finally had to pull
him off. He looked up at me with tremendous disappointment on his face.

"You can have it back, but not in here. Lets go get on the bed." I said.

Then the horny grin was back!

"Fuck, yeah, Coach!" he said, bouncing up to stand facing me, his cock hard
and jutting out from his now piss soaked groin. "We gonna shower?"

"Why? We just did!" I grinned back.

"Cool!" was his only answer.

We got out of the tub and headed back into the bedroom. I went over to the
bed and stripped all the covers and pillows off it. I then went to the
closet and pulled out my 'play cover'. It was a huge, square piece of
thick, black leather that had served me well for 'messy' play. It was big
enough to cover the king-sized bed and hang down over the sides. Because it
was back with vinyl, it protected the bed completely so I didn't have to
worry about the motel having fits over what happened to their bed.

Rich stood there, his cock hard and his hand gently stroking his erect
meat, watching me set things up. He was looking at me questioningly as I
did.

"This protects the bed so that there's no mess. That way, if we need to
piss again, we don't have to go into the bathtub each time." I explained.

He grinned and nodded. I guess the idea of more piss was to his liking. I
only hoped that he would get raunchy enough to go beyond that but only time
would tell.

I got onto the bed, reaching down and grabbing his raunchy, stinking jock
before I did. I sat on the bed, my back against the headboard and my legs
spread with my hard ten inches jutting up from my groin. As he watched, I
brought his nasty jock to my face and began taking deep whiff's of the
heavy, male stink. The scent of sweat, cum and piss permeated the pouch and
I could see brown stains at the juncture of the straps and pouch where it
rubbed against his filthy, jock hole. I pressed this part to my nose and
could smell the scent of teen, jock shit that sent me deeper into my own
raunch fantasies. Then I sucked it into my mouth and tasted the bitterness
of the stains, knowing it was his shit that I was tasting. I had to eat
this boy's butt! I needed to smell and taste his nasty ass! I wanted a turd
from his jock ass!

He stood there for a few moments, watching me huff and suck at his
jockstrap. He got this horny look on his face and reached down onto the
floor for mine. He brought it to his face and I could hear him breathing
deeply of the stink he found there. I noticed that he, too, found the lower
point of my jock where it was heavily stained brown from rubbing against my
dirty butt. He breathed deep of the scent of my shit and his eyes slowly
closed as he lost himself in the scent. I watched as he opened his mouth
and began sucking on the shit-stains just as I was doing.

This shocked me for a moment. I didn't expect him to do that - especially
not this soon! But, evidently, he'd seen me do it and was willing to
experience it as well. I think I had another budding shit-freak on my hands
if I just played this right! I could see him savoring the taste of my jock
and watched his cock tremble and leak cock-snot out of the end of his
foreskin, which was again covering the head of his cock. He opened his eyes
and saw me watching him, knowing that I'd just seen him sucking on the
shit-stains on my jock like I was still doing to his jock. He blushed red
and grinned sheepishly around the jock in his mouth.

"If you like that, I'll bet you'll like where that jock has been." I said,
giving him a grin and sliding down in the bed until I was on my back, his
jock in my mouth, and my legs spread and pulled back so he could see the
sweaty, nasty crack of my butt.

The eager, young jock-slut didn't need a second invitation. He dropped my
jock from his mouth and immediately crawled onto the bed, burying his face
in my open, inviting crotch. He first began sniffing at my ball sack. I
keep my balls shaved because I like the feeling and his tongue eagerly
began licking all over it, tasting the sweat and piss there. He closed his
eyes and moaned at the taste and scent of my raunchy crotch. His tongue was
lashing against my sack, sending thrills through my body making me groan.

"Yeah, boy! Lick them balls! Suck them stinky nuts of mine! You like that,
don'tcha boy?!" I groaned.

He didn't say a word, just kept licking all over my nuts. His tongue, kept
moving lower and lower until he was licking the back of my nut-sack and the
patch of skin between my nuts and my ass. I grabbed my thighs, pulling them
back and pulling my butt trench up and open for him to get better access.

He pulled his mouth from my nuts and immediately started running his nose
up and down my ass-crack, moaning at the raw, male stink he found there.

"Ahh! Fuck! Coach! Man, your ass really stinks!" he groaned as he continued
to breathe in all the stink in my crack.

"Yeah! Smells real nasty, don't it?! Talk to me! Tell me what it smells
like!" I moaned.

"Fuck! It smell like shit, dude!" he groaned, looking up at me, his eyes
shining with lust.

"Yeah! Sure does! Smells the way a shit-hole ought to! You like that stink,
don'tcha boy?!"

"Ahh, Fuck! Yeah! Fuckin' stink butt!" he groaned, then put his face back
in my dirty crack and was lost in the raunchy, nasty scent of my dirty
butt.

"Yeah! That's it! Smell my fuckin' butt! Smell my fuckin' stink! Yeah! Eat
my butt! Taste all that fuckin' stink! Fuckin' lick my dirty butt!" I
moaned.

He groaned at the idea and then I felt his tongue take a tentative swipe
through my ass-trench. I heard him groan at the nasty, bitter flavor and
then felt his tongue moving rapidly, up and down my dirty crack, scarfing
up all the fuckin' raunchy taste that he could find. Finally, his tongue
focused on my greasy hole, licking and pushing against it, trying to gain
entrance to my butt. I pushed out with my muscles and relaxed my opening
and felt his tongue slide deep into my shitter.

"Ahh! Fuck, yeah! Shove that tongue all the way up my hole! Yeah! Eat me
out! Come on, fucker! Get that tongue in there and lick out my hole! You
like that, huh? You like lickin' in my shithole, don'tcha, fucker!" I
groaned as the teen jock eagerly swabbed out my nasty ass with his tongue.

His eyes were closed but I could tell, as he eagerly ate my shithole, that
he was lost to the depths of raunch and nastiness - just where I wanted
him! I needed him as deep into this as possible in order to get him to play
some of my dirtier games. He evidently didn't mind the taste of shit,
however, because I knew that's part of what he was tasting in my ass. But
now it was my turn to see how far I could take him.

I lowed my legs, effectively pushing his face out of my butt. He looked up
with disappointment on his face at my cutting him off from his raunchy
little feast.

"I wanna taste yours!" I said, grinning at him. "Get up here and sit on my
face!"

He quickly got up and moved up on the bed so that he was squatting over
me. His cock was hard but I could reach up and run my tongue over his musty
balls. Mmm! Sweaty and raunchy, just like I loved them and the strong
scents of balls and ass that were pouring from him guaranteed that I was in
for a very raunchy experience.

I grabbed his hips and lowered him further so that my nose was in his
spread ass crack. The stink of teen male butt assailed my nose and I was
lost in my own raunchy little world. Most males, especially teens, are not
all that fussy about hygiene where their buttholes are concerned. Rich,
like most, had a nice build up of sweat, assjuice and what was probably
left-over shit from an incomplete wipe the last time he had a dump. I could
smell all those scents as my nose moved up and down his warm ass trench,
breathing deeply and trying to pull in as much of the scent as I could. I
groaned at the stink of his butt! I sure hoped his ass was packed because I
wanted to taste this boy's shit!

"You fuckin' love my dirty shithole, don'tcha?!" he growled, his voice deep
for a teenager, really into the raunch of all this now.

"Oh, fuck yeah! I love the way it fuckin' smells...and tastes!" I moaned.

And taste, I did! My tongue started moving in his trench, tasting the tangy
bitter taste of his assjuice, sweat and shit. I was in pig heaven! I took
longer and longer swipes of his ass crack with my tongue, trying to get all
this teen raunch! Finally, my tongue focused on his tight, teen hole. If
this boy has ever been fucked, which I doubted, it was only once or twice!
His hole was so tight, I had a hell of a time getting it to open at
all. But I kept working at it, licking it, massaging it with my tongue,
pressing against it, trying to get it to open. It opened a fraction but
would go no further. I knew I needed help from Rich.

"Push down with your ass muscles like you were takin' a shit." I said.

"I don't think I'd better do that." he said quietly.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Well...uhh...I gotta take a shit and I'm afraid if I push down, I'm gonna
shit right in your mouth!" he said.

"And the problem with that is...?" I asked.

There was dead silence above me. I knew I had just blown his mind. Pissin'
on a guy was one thing but shitting on another guy - especially takin' a
dump in his mouth! - that was somethin' way different! It took a little
while for him to finally get his mind around that one!

"You...you want me...you want me to shit in your mouth!?" he asked.

I could hear the shock in his voice but, unless I missed my guess, I also
heard some intrigue at the idea and maybe just a little bit of
desire. After all, this was a totally new, totally raunchy idea and that
might make it just enough interesting for him to want to try it.

"Yeah! I fuckin' want you to shit your turd right in my mouth! I wanna lick
your turd! I wanna eat it!" I growled low in my throat.

"Holy fuck! Are you serious?!" he asked, pulling up slightly and bending
over so that he could look down at me.

"Completely serious. I want to eat your shit, Rich! I love boy-turds. I
want you to take a shit right in my mouth. Come on. Feed me! Feed your turd
to me!" I begged.

"Oh, fuck! That's the fuckin' filthiest thing I've ever heard of!" he
exclaimed.

"Yeah, it is - ain't it! Makes you want to do it, too, don't it?!" I
grinned at him.

"Fuck yeah!" he exclaimed, grinning back.

I had him!

The End of Part Three of JOCK HOLES

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