Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2003 22:04:56 EDT
From: LoveDiego@aol.com
Subject: The Moving Man (ws, scat)

The Moving Man
By Lovediego@aol.com

Disclaimer: Same shit applies.  Children, under the age of 18 years of age,
please leave now.  This is an adult gay male story containing issues and
elements of a highly sexual nature, including deplictions of W/S, raunch,
mansmells and general pig actions.  If this is not your thing...then leave.

Write me, tell me what you think.  No, flames or IM's.  Yes, I am writing a
sequel to "So, Baby" as we speak.

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"Please, don't drop that.  It's very fragile and can't be replaced.  Please
don't put that heavy box on top of that lighter one.  Please don't smoke
near that rug.  Please stop dropping the boxes marked kitchen glassware.
Please don't be so ruff with the plants."

I'm sure I was starting to sound like a fucking broken record.  For the
past 2 days I've been trying to move from Philadelphia to New York with one
of the worst moving companies in the world. At the time I thought it was a
good deal.  I had just graduated from Grad school and was starting a new
job in the city but I didn't have a lot of money cuz my new apartment was
so much more expensive than what I thought it would be.

A friend of mine recommended them to me.  They did neighborhood to
neighborhood moves ok but they had royally fucked up this distance move.
It started bad cuz they sent a truck that was too small, so we had to make
2 trips up and down the N.J Turnpike...in the August heat no less.  I know
that I could have just let them go up and down themselves but I was afraid
that some of my shit would end up being left in Philly or just plain broken
and thrown away on the highway.  The move ended bad cuz they wanted to
charge me extra for living in a walk-up apartment and when I wouldn't pay,
they were very rough with bringing my stuff up the 5 flights of stairs.  It
was 95 degrees both days, I hadn't showered all weekend, and I was tired
and just ready for this shit to be over with.

I know that fags have their own little fantasies about construction workers
and moving men, but not me.  To me, they were just some people picking up
boxes in one place and taking them somewhere else.  I really didn't pay
much attention to any of them...until the final day.

Marcos was the alleged supervisor of the 4 man moving crew. He spent most
of the time either driving the truck or helping one of the guys move the
heavier stuff.  So, overall I didn't get to see him much.  I drove my
uncle's car back and forth and when they started lifting heavy shit, I
moved my little ass out of the way.  It was late Sunday and the move was
just about over with.  I had been buying the guys water and juice to keep
them cool and off my fuckin back.  At some point they wanted Marcos to buy
them dinner and pay them double time for moving my stuff up so many
flights.  I don't know exactly what happened or how it happened, but they
ended up yelling and screaming at Marcos, threatening to quit and
eventually leaving him standing outside my building in the city heat as
they drove back to Philly in the van.  He was stranded.

Now, I didn't know this guy from Adam.  I felt absolutely no obligation to
him.  I paid his company a deposit for my move and he got the balance after
the move was completed.  I had every intention of going back up stairs,
taking off my dirty clothes and hopping my stinky, sweaty ass into the
shower.  It had been a long move and that was after I spent 2 weeks packing
up 27 years of living into boxes.  I was just as tired as anyone else and
not in the mood for any workman's blue-collar bullshit or drama.

OK, I wasn't going to be a total shit to the guy.  He did help me move and
he couldn't control some of the problems that spring up when you're doing
this sort of thing. I figured the least I could do was offer him the use of
my phone to call his company back in Philly and give them a heads up of
what was about to go down and what his workers had done to him.  Maybe
they'd even pay for a hotel for him to stay in.or something.

"Papa, you wanna use my phone to call somebody?"

It was a simple enough question, and I didn't give a shit what his answer
was going to be.

"Yeah, I guess I should."

Simple question, simple answer.

"You don't mind, Yo?"

"Naw, I don't mind.  I think the phone upstairs is working, if not you can
use my cell. Its not a problem."

It really wasn't.  He could hang out a bit while I unpacked and saw just
how much of my shit was broken and try to figure out how to convince my
insurance company that it was stolen instead. I guess deep down, I saw this
as a good thing.  I didn't know a soul in New York outside of a few people
at my new office, and right then, I couldn't pick any of those white people
out of a crowd.  So, it was kinda nice having someone around on my first
night in the city.

I led Marcos up the creaking old staircase.  We both took our time and
bullshitted about nothing until we made it up to the 5th floor.  It was hot
outside, hotter in the hallway and hot as hell in my apartment.  I was used
to having central air back in Philly and didn't have an air conditioner yet
for the new place.  I figure it had to be about 100 degrees or more inside
my apartment.

"Yo, sorry bout the heat.  I gotta get something in here tomorrow to cool
it down."

I wasn't really apologetic but figured it sounded like a good thing to say.
Cuz, come on, I was doing him a favor, who gives a shit how hot or cold it
is.  He's only there to make a call...right?

"Don't worry bout it.  Back in Puerto Rico, we get heat like this all the
time.  Don't bother me none, Pa."

He walked around my small apartment in circles almost.  Sorta like he was
looking for something, but not.  He settled in around a window in the
living room.  I'd opened it a few hours ago to help cool the place down.
In hindsight, I think it may have actually increased the heat in the
apartment.  Marcos started to lift up his dirty white tee shirt and fan
himself from the bottom of it.  It was around this time that I started to
pay attention to him.

With every lift of his shirt, I could see his flat abs covered in a thick
mat of man fur.  Not too much, but he was definitely a hairy guy.  I think
his waist size musta been bout 31 or 32.  He was in very good shape.  He
wasn't one of those New York City Chelsea queens though.  It looked like he
got his body more from lifting heavy boxes than weights in an over priced
gym while on the prowl for quick dick. He didn't even ask if I minded
before he finally ripped off his tee shirt and wiped the sweat from his
stomach, chest and face. Yes, he was in very good shape.

Absentmindedly, he used the shirt to remove as much sweat and moisture from
his body as possible before turning around to me again. They had put a lot
of the boxes in the living room, like most lazy ass movers do, so the place
was a bit tight.  Marcos walked over to me with the heat from his body and
the day still rising off his body.  That fast, he was sweating again.  He
was 5'8" and around 165lbs.  He was a bit stocky, not fat but solid.  He
had good definition and muscle tone.  His hair was dark brown, almost black
and he was of that stereotypical Hispanic color, tan like copper.  I put
him at about 32 or 33 years of age.  His face was masculine and rugged.  He
kept the hair on his head, and chest for that matter, close cropped like
the Black guys do.  It was sexy on him.  With his tee shirt off, I noticed
that his pants were pretty baggy and hanging down low off his hips.  He had
a pair of BVD brand draws on and I could see more than the top waistband in
the front.  His pubes stuck out the top of the waistband like a big brown
bush. As he turned around looking out the window one last time, I could see
most of his ass in the filthy underpants.  His Timberlands were worn in and
falling apart.  Marcos was a hard workingman with all the tell, tell signs.

"So, Papa, let me make that call and get outa ya hair and your new spot."

He didn't seem like he was rushing.  I remembered him saying something to
one of the guys that he had always wanted to come to New York and that this
was a good way to see the city on his boss's dime.

I led him into the tiny bedroom in the back, pointed to the phone on the
floor and left him to make his call.  As I walked back into the living
room, I went through the maze of boxes to the window and tried to cool off.
Nothing worked.  It was too damn hot.  I decided to take off my tee shirt
too and sat down on the floor under the open window wearing only my shorts,
socks and sneakers.  I was sore all over and stunk too.  My pits were ripe
and hit me with their three-day funk as I attempted to fan myself with one
of the box tops.  I didn't mind my own stench.  I've always been a bit of a
scent pig and got off on my own stink, but I just figured right now, with
this strange man in my house, was not the time to go popping a big uncut
Latin boner. I wasn't trying to give anyone a show, but I did open my legs
eagle to let some of the spice from my crotch and ass air out.  I get
pretty sweaty down there and periodically need to let my funky bunch
breathe.  I wondered how much headcheese I was churning as I lifted my
knees to my chest.  That's another thing that I do well.  If you give me 2
or more days without a shower, I'll make more cheese than Wisconsin.

I have a pretty nice dick, if I do say so myself, and a long brown, veiny
foreskin that acts like a protective cock helmet.  It's perfect for keeping
all of my flaky white smegma in place. Most days I just piss through my
hangin skin and let any excess flakes wash away in my brine.  Other times,
I make creating dick lint into a project.  I nurture my cock, never washing
under the hood or around my dick.  I let my body produce as much cheese as
it wants. Because of the heady aroma of it, I have to make sure that those
are times that I don't plan on seeing anyone who is not specifically into
dick smell and head cheese.  For some strange reason, there are a lot of
guys that find all of it to be disgusting.  I love it.  The nasty smell of
it, the soft flaky texture of it and the great skunky taste of it. If I
could live off of eating dick cheese and cock-snot washed down with a nice
fresh hot load of piss, I would be a happy man. A smelly man, but happy.

Because of my small but toned body size, 5'5" 150 lbs, the size of my dick,
9 inches...THICK with a couple of big, hairy, heavy cum swelled nuts, and
the size of my waist, 29, I have issues with wearing draws.  If the waist
fits, I won't have enough room in the crotch for Mr. Big and the boys.  If
I go with a pair to fit my big dick, my draws are fallin off my ass.  So,
I'm in a catch 22.  I decided about 9 years ago to stop wearing underwear
all together, so when I opened my legs the stink from my hairy ass and
balls hit my nose hard.  My hole was obviously wet and moist from the days
heat and all my activity.  Without giving it a second thought, I put my
finger up my short pants leg and fingered around my hole.  It felt good to
give my bung a bit of attention.  I rubbed around my brown eye slowly,
trying to get as much stink on my finger as possible before putting my
finger up to my nose to take in all of my man-stink.  I think I must have
repeated this step 2.3...15 times and got lost in the haze because I didn't
hear Marcos leave the bedroom and walk toward me.

"Yo, Papa...ugh, it's Sunday, and I can't get no body on the...ugh, phone
back in...ugh...Philly."

He stammered and stuttered as he spoke to me but stared at my open legs
with my finger up my butt. I'm sure he was wondering what the fuck I was
doing, unless he saw me sniffen my ass scent.  Fuck, it was my house.  I
was gonna do whatever the fuck I wanted to...including fingering my own
hole.  I've seen guys on the public highway finger their noses, so why
can't I dig in my own ass in my own home?

"Look, if you don't mind, I'd like to hang out a bit.  I left my pager
number on the machine at work, and maybe someone will call me back soon and
let me know what to do.  If that's all right with you."

"Naw, I don't mind, if you don't mind hanging out with a sweaty, funky
Dominican."

I made light of the hatred that some Puerto Ricans have against Dominicans
to alleviate any excess tension but also to see if he was just going to
ignore my finger in my ass and move on to another topic.  He smiled at my
comment and made one of his own.

"It's cool papa, we'll be two ripe Latinos in a hot ass, small apartment."

Marcos came and sat under the window with me and tried to cool down.  With
all of the boxes and the size of my apartment, we were sitting pretty
close.  From this distance, I could smell his funk.  And that's what it
was.  He was just as ripe, if not more so, as me.  The hair on his body
must've been really holding on tight to his scent, cuz it circled and
traced around him from head to toe.  He was sweating like a pig, even with
his tee shirt off. I felt bad for the guy.

"Marcos...your name is Marcos, right? I know this might sound a bit strange
but I have some shorts in a box around here that you could wear.  I know
you must be sweatin your ass off in those hot jeans and boots. If you want,
I can try to find the box their in."

He looked down at his dirty worn jeans with a bit of embarrassment.  He
knew that he couldn't stay here in this heat, wearing them and be cool at
the same time. Also they looked filthy and he seemed tired in them.

"Naw, man, its cool.  I have a pair of draws on under my jeans.  I can just
wear those.  I'm already putting you out.  I don't wanna trouble you any
more."

And with that, he pulled his big, tree trunk sized legs out of his jeans
and boots and sat beside me in nothing but a pair of dingy BVD draws.  His
hairy legs stretched out eagle toward mine and brushed up against me a few
times as Marcos tried to get comfortable again. We sat there like that for
about an hour, chewing the fat and bullshitting around.  We didn't really
have much in common so we talked about baseball and how everything seems to
be getting more and more expensive.  He made a comment about living with a
friend back in Philly to save money.  I thought to myself that I did the
same thing, but we were fucking each other's butt too.  I wondered if he
was tappin some boi ass back in Philly.

As we talked we became more comfortable with each other and after 2 hours
and no call from his office, we knew that he was either going to take the
train back to Philly soon, or end up staying the night.  It was around 9
o'clock when he changed the topic to what he was going to do.

"Look, Diego, you been real nice, letting me crash here and all, but I
think maybe I should get to getting. I should probably find out when and
where the next train to Philly is."

He looked so lost, and so fuckin fine.  He looked down at the floor while
talking.  He was out of his hometown and didn't know what to do.  He was
like most people from Philly, they would love to leave but don't usually
have the balls.  So now, he needed help getting back to his safe little
world.  Marcos got up off the floor, using both of his big arms for support
and turned towards the window.  The sun had gone down and a nice breeze was
coming through the window.  As he moved, I could see the outline of a nice
sized uncut dick in his dirty draws.  Most of the material was worn in many
if not all spots, making the thin fabric almost see through. When he was
sitting down next to me, I tried not to look in that direction for fear of
getting a chubby and my ass kicked.  Now with him looking out the window, I
could take a nice long look at his nice long dick.  He was pretty hung for
a little guy.  His cock flopped around in his underpants and he gave little
notice even when he would occasionally scratch his nuts.  His ass looked
pretty firm too.  From all of the days work and sitting on my hot wooden
floors, Marcos had started to sweat in the crack of his ass.  He had a
river running down the back of his draws marking and outlining his musky
trench.  God, just then, I wanted to reach out and rip through the back of
those nasty shorts and drown my face in his butt funk.  I wanted to lick
and suck on his brown eye and rim his hole until I could taste his true
dark essence.  I moved over to where he was standing, but stayed sitting on
the floor.  This way I could smell his dirty butt and maybe his funky balls
too.  If I was lucky he would have some headcheese that I could get a good
whiff of while pretending to listen to him talk about how long the ride
back would be.

I could tell that he didn't want to go.  At least not tonight.  I was not
to start the new job until Thursday, so I had some free time ahead of me.
I went out on a limb and decided to ask him if he wanted to stay.  Knowing
damn well what the answer would be.  The question was, why would he want to
stay?

"Marcos, if you wanna chill here till the morning and leave then, that's
cool with me.  You seem like a cool cat so I don't mind you stayin.  Like I
said, I got some stuff around here that you can wear, you can take a shower
and shit and just lounge."

I tried to sound like everything was gravy and that I was sympathetic to
him but not hitting on him.

"Yeah, if your cool with it. I guess the shower and clean close would be
nice. I know that I must smell like shit.  We been at this for what...3
days straight?  I must fuckin reek."

As he's talking at me, but to himself really, Marcos is smellin under his
arms.  He even takes off his dirty sox to smell them but when he puts them
to his nose, he lets them linger a bit longer than what I had expected.  He
kept talking about his smelly ass and how much he stunk.  All this scent
talk was giving me a fuckin boner.  If he didn't stop soon, somebody was
gonna hafta offer up his smelly ass to be fucked good and dirty.  A couple
of times I tried to change the subject but...

"So, I guess you won't mind if I peal out of these and help you find some
clean stuff for us to put on."

The "these" in questions were his dingy draws.  Before I could see what he
was talking about, Marcos had stepped out of them and had them in his hand.
That fucker was now standing in front of me completely naked with the
biggest dick that I had ever seen.  He had a slight grin on his face as he
slowly walked towards me past the row of boxes.  My eyes were fixed on that
dick.  That's all I saw, dick.  The closer he got, the more of his ripe
scent got to me first.  It was like a warning wall of stink.  It was true
man funk.  Marcos' ripe pitts and hairy balls mixed with his sweat to
create the perfect sensory cocktail. He smelled so fuckin good.  In a few
steps, he was standing right in front of me, heavy hairy chest, big tree
trunk legs, golf ball sized balls filled with dick milk and a cock too big
and heavy to stand straight out erect so it pointed down at the ground.  He
held out his dirty draws to me and said.

"Chu wanna do something with these Pa?"

I didn't hesitate before snatching up his smelly underpants and pressing
them right up against my nose to take in all of his cock, balls and
especially ass scent.  I moved the front pouch around my face and breathed
in all of his spice.  I turned the pair inside out, and sucked at the exact
spot where his hole had spent the last few days.  I could make it out
easily.  It was the spot where the brown marks landed.  His draws had been
riding the crack of his sweaty ass for at least 2 days and left a deep
mark.  Damn, it tasted so good. His filth had a slightly tangy taste.  I
lapped it up like the pig I am.  I was so lost in his draws that I almost
forgot he was still standing in front of me.

"Yo papa, when you're done licking where my ass hole was...maybe you'd like
to lick where my ass hole is."

Damn, was that an invitation or what?  Well, I fuckin accepted.  But first,
I wanted, no needed to check under his hood.  I could smell his cheese and
I wanted a closer look at his crusty flakes of dick skin.  I dropped to my
knees and reached for his dick.  I held the heavy fucker in my hands and
sniffed it like a dog.  It was big.  Like 10 or 11 inches big. It smelled
like DICK and stunk like...like... shitty ass.  I guess I was right.
Somewhere in Philadelphia was a man with a very dirty ass that had been
fucked by him in the last 2 or 3 days.

Marcos had a short, slick, foreskin which I easily pulled back to expose
the white flaky treasure that I knew was there. He had a huge cock head
that looked to be a real ass splitter.  It had large red glands that held a
lot of my favorite treat just under his thick fat knob.  I sniffed and
huffed his dick lint sent.  I caressed his big hairy nuts while babying his
cock head.  But, I was not trying to fuck around, I was gonna spit bathe
his cock and eat all of the cheese that I could find.

The smell of his dick aroma was intense.  I had spicy cheese under my hood
from about the past 2 days; Marcos' must have been brewing for a much
longer time. His entire pink gland was covered in the white junk.  I can't
even describe the smell.  It was deeper and darker than anything that I had
ever smelled.  It was musty and funky with a true maleness stink punch like
what you smell at the YMCA locker room.  It immediate reminded me of old
jock straps and pissy urinals. It drew me in and captured me.  I took his
nasty bulb into my salivating mouth and sucked on it like a pacifier. When
his dick passed my pink lips the sensation sent a shock through my body, it
was the beginning of his man stink on my tongue.  I nibbled and chewed away
all of his raunchy offerings. Each flake melted in my mouth and left a
salty after taste on my tongue. I made a true pig of myself as I loudly
slurped and gobbled my way down his thick shaft.  My smelly spit was all
over his cock and dripped down to the floor in long pearl like strings
soaked with his smegma.  I fisted his wet dick while I ate my full.  All I
could think of was how funky his spunk would taste and wondered if it would
wash away the taste of his smega.

As much as I loved his dick cheese, I was jonesen for his cock snot. I love
all of the funky waste products of a man's body.  Though cheese is the
best, followed closely by piss, pre-cum really gets my big dick hard and
keeps it hard. I love the sweet taste in apposed to the saltiness of cum.
I kept hard pressure on his pole until he started to spit-up my second
favorite white treat.  His pre-scum oozed out of his huge slit and he
burped it into my mouth with minor tremors.  I was in heaven, but my greedy
ass wanted more...

My fingers searched and found his sweaty trench. I sought his stink.  As I
sucked away on his dick I fingered his ring making sure that it was nice,
sloppy and wet. I don't like tight twink boy holes, I groove on wide
gapping man trenches.  If he has been fucked before and often, he should be
able to ride my prick like a pro.  I don't want some bitch boi talking shit
about my dick being too big or too thick.  I stuck a few digits up his
hairy pussy and pulled his hole wide open...to air it out, before violently
turning his ass to my face. His floppy member left my mouth with a sharp
force, just barely grazing my teeth.

His ass funk was just as tart and heavy as his dick stench. He had a nasty
dirty cunt. I could see small brown chips lodged in his short hairs.  His
butt smelled like it hadn't been washed in a couple of days, and if he
wiped after his last shit...I'd be really surprised.  I dove in, forgoing
all my usual steps of smelling and feeling up a man's shit pit.  I was so
fuckin horny I just wanted to skip the sex and get to the fuckin.  Also, I
could feel how packed his ass was with sludge and wanted my tongue to taste
what the head of my dick would soon pound.  Hey, if my dick eats shit, why
not my mouth? I'm not really into scat but there was something about this
guy that got me so hot and bothered that I was willing to eat his hot shit
logs straight out of his hairy bunghole.  I bent Marcos over to get full
access to his sewer. He grabbed his ankles like a good pig boi.  His hole
opened up like a two-dollar whore and showed a blossoming pink and red
rose.  The smell of his insides escaped in small bursts, as he got
comfortable in his new position.  He filled my living room with his
spice. Marcos finally greeted my movement with one final big butt belch
directly into my mouth.  I opened wide and tongued his hole, seeking my
brown prize.  Ugh, damn this man was a real pig.  I feasted and practically
engorged myself on his hairy hole before I heard him say something
wonderful.

"Fuck papa, that's so fucking nasty.  Yeah keep eatin my ass out. Fuck
yeah, do it, don't stop.  No, No, stop...here I got something better for
you.  Turn around."

I did as he said.  He used his dirty blue-collar fingers to force open my
mouth wide and then shoved his big smelly uncut dick back into my mouth.
He filled my mouth completely with his cock, I must have looked like I had
a bag of marbles in my mouth, it was so big. I was expecting a nice chunky
load of cum from his jester, but to my sweet surprise, I got a hot load of
piss.  Marcos let loose with a gallon of funky water and I swallowed every
drop.  Some of it hit the back of my throat with such force that I didn't
get a chance to taste its salty essence. I swallowed hard instinctively to
keep from drowning.  But I was not so lost in quenching my thirst that I
forgot about his fuck trench.  I went back to digging in his ass with wild
abandon. Four fingers found their way up his chute.  I was all the way to
the palm of my hand, massaging his walls and flicking his butt cherry.

After a while the torrent of piss stopped and my belly was as full and
bloated as Marcos's bladder was empty. I leapt to the next phase of our
fuck fest without hesitation.

"You ready to take a big steaming dump pa?'

I couldn't dig any further.  I needed his help in getting to his slurry.

"You really into that too? Cuz if your not... stop now.  I haven't taken a
shit in a few days, and I know my ass is packed with fudge and once I start
shittin...I can't stop and I won't try to."

Fair enough

"Fuck yeah, I'll be your toilet, cum shit all over my body and in my
mouth."

As the words fell from my mouth I immediately realized that I was going
further than I had ever in my sexual life.  I don't know if it was this
guy, the new apartment, finally being out of Philadelphia and into New York
or all of the above, but I was gonna do every filthy nasty thing that I had
ever dreamed about.  Hell, I was gonna eat shit straight from a man's ass.

"Yea, Papa, gimme what chu got."

Marcos squatted over my body as I lay flat on the floor.  My heart was
pumping fast in my chest as I looked his wide brown eye...in the eye.  His
hole was getting bigger by the second.  All of the hair around his trench
moved to the sides as his butt skin was pushed away to allow his rectum
room to release its captive.  I watched in amazement as the beginnings of
smelly brown shit started to form at the opening of his rosebud.  His ass
was giving birth to a huge 7inch log.  For some reason, watching this sight
was not enough.  I sat up a bit and took his entire trench into my mouth
effectively covering his entire butt hole.  My tongue licked inside and
touched his butt sludge.  I closed my eyes and began to eat away all of his
exiting shit. As the funky waste exited his shit chute, I sucked on it like
a smaller version of his dick.  It was just as smelly and ripe but not as
long or thick. I chewed away at the smaller pieces and smiled to myself as
I realized that I had gone to a brand new raunchy level on my first night
in New York.

"Oh, fuck...yeah, eat my ass, swallow my shit.  Chew on that nasty
log. There 's plenty more where that came from. My sewer is packed with
fudge.  Oh, shit yeah.  Take it.  Take all my shit.  Fuck, oh yeah grab my
thick dick fucker; jerk me off as you eat my sludge. Fuck!"

I grabbed his dick as I ate out his ass.  I jerked him almost raw until he
put his hand where my face was, grabbed a pile of his own reeking shit and
wanked off with it.  He was using his dirty shit to jerk off.  Marcos
covered his hand with his waste and palmed his dick.  Soon his uncut cock
was covered in his own slimy shit.  Some of it crept into his foreskin and
ran down his shaft to his ball sac. This man was a nasty fuck. But still I
wanted more.

As Marcos became lost in his own raunchy jack, I wiggled out of my shorts,
turned over, and offered up my own hairy ass to Marcos. I planned on
fucking him shitty and dirty but seeing his dick covered in brown made me
change my mind.  I wanted him to fuck me with his shitty dick.  I wanted
his shit to mingle with mine in my rectum.  I didn't like letting go of his
hairy hole, but there was enough brown goo in my mouth to remind me of the
experience.  Without asking any more questions, Marcos mounted my ass.  His
entrance was painful and I screamed letting out a jet of shit-spit onto the
floor.  What a pair we were, both with ripe pitts and rank ass holes,
funking up my entire new apartment.

We were doing this dawgy style.  I didn't want or need to watch. I just
wanted my ass split open hard.  Marcos obviously wanted the same.  He
fucked me so hard at one point I thought that I was gonna pass out from the
pain.  It took longer that I thought to get adjusted to such a large dick
and he was not the gentlest of lovers either. The sides of his dick pushed
at my anal walls and stretched me wide open.  I knew that I would truly
feel the effects of this tomorrow. Some guys want their prostate to be
massaged to consider it a good fuck, with him I was having my tonsils
tickled.

 He fucked like an animal.  Marcos growled, grunted and huffed in my ear
while swearing at no one in particular.  He clawed at my back and bit my
neck.  With each trust his cock seemed to get bigger and bigger in my butt.
If I didn't know better I would have thought that I was being tied with a
big junkyard dog.  His full hairy nuts hit mine with force each time he
bottomed out in my dick pit.  Our balls slapped at each other and then up
against my legs. His were so big and massive that they swung left and right
as they pleased. We were bucking back and forth as Marcos would almost
completely withdraw from my abused hole only to dive back in deeper than
before.  I ached my back to be able to take more of his monster member.

The pressure in my bowels from this monster fuck, continued to build. I had
so much air pushed back up there that I had to continuously let it back out
with loud offensive smelly butt grunts. And then he stopped, totally.  No
movement, nothing.  His hands grasped my hips and then he let out another
load moan.

"UHHG, your hole is so hot that I need to cool it off."

And with that, Marcos began to piss up my ass, giving me my first piss
enema.  Now I had received his urine from both ends.  As he let go with the
longest stream of piss ever, my rectum could not take much more. The excess
wastewater landed on the floor and created a piss puddle at my knees.

 I couldn't remember my last good healthy shit, but I knew when my next one
was going to be.  Just as Marcos was done jetting in my ass, I returned its
contents with the addition of a few days worth of shit and butt juices in
the form of another smelly fart.  I could hear my dump hit the floor even
as Marcos fucked me harder. He was truly fucking the shit out of me. The
smells of our asses was all I could smell.  It was all encompassing and
smelt so fucking good that it made my dick so hard that it hurt.  I dripped
cock-snot into the puddle as my foreskin receded allowing more of my head
to be exposed.

"Fuck yeah, shit on my dick, Papa. Make me good and dirty.  Open up that
hot ass for me.  Oh, shit!  Fuck me dirty boi. Give me your shit.  Let's
get fuckin nasty.  Yeah, you like the smell of your ass on my dick, don't
you?  Hows it smell? Do our asses stink, can you smell your own shit mixed
with mine?"

"It smells stink."

Was my only response.

"But you like that stink, right papa?  You love fuckin dirty right, you
love havin your tight shit filled hole fucked till the shit runs out and
onto my big dick.  You wanna see my shitty dick.  You wanna eat your shit
right of my dick as I cum and piss down your throat?"

He kept yelling as he ripped my ass open wide.  I belched out the total
contents of my ass onto his dick and balls.  I looked under myself to see
his nuts bathed in stinky brown shit as Marcos ran his fingers around my
flared ass lips and ate up any remnants.  My rectum was on fire and my own
nuts ached for release.  I used any butt sludge I found on the floor to
jerk my sore cock.  I was running out of fudge. I had shit my final load
and if there was any more up my ass, Marcos was packing it back up my
chute.

"Yo, papa, you like you could use a bit more elbow grease to yank your pud
with.  Reach behind me."

I stretched my left hand back as far as it would go to get to his ass
again.  At this point I was very familiar with his butt and found his
sweaty brown eye quickly.  As Marcos supported my body and continued to
fuck me buck wild, he let go with another steaming load of shit, right into
my palm.  When he said he was packed, he meant it.  Horses don't shit this
much.  I cupped his log in my hand and brought it towards my dick but I
decided to smell it first.  I brought it up to my nose and took a nice long
whiff of his man stink.  It was heady and intoxicating.  My head starting
to swoon as the sting in my ass increased.  Again, Marcos' dick got bigger
in my ass.  He was getting close to cuming.  His dick head had swelled so
much in my butt that he could barley move.

"Fuck boi, I'm gonna scum your ass but good.  Smell that shit, taste it,
lick it.  I know you love the smell of my shit."

I sniffed it, but quickly put it on my sore stinky dick so that I could cum
at the same time as Marcos.  My cock was huge with blood and so full and
heavy that I barely recognized it. I coated my member in a deep coating of
shit and jerked of as he ripped my ass wide open.  I screamed in pain and
pleasure as he finally came up my abused hole.  At the same time I spunked
the floor with my own scum.

I was totally spent, but my dick would not go down.  Marcos' bone was still
buried up my butt when he decided to let loose with yet another load of
piss.  As he filled me up, I relaxed and took every drop of his wastewater
as I collapsed on the floor.

"Don't fall asleep mother fucker, I want that big dick of yours up my ass.
I still have more shit up there for you to fuck out."

Goddamn, this was going to be a long night.

To be continued...