Date: Mon, 21 Aug 2006 23:13:02 -0400
From: lovediego@aol.com
Subject: PigLatin

PigLatin
By LoveDiego@aol.com
Contains: full on raunch, spit, scat, piss, and some other nasty man shit too.

The usual disclaimers apply. Don't steal or repost without my
permission. If you are under age, please keep walking. Big brother is
watching us all. This is my first story in a few years. I hope you enjoy
it. If you want to have more of this series, write me and let me know what
you think.



I can't say that I don't know when it all started, because I do. I'm just
like you. Deep down inside I'm a natural born pig! Always have been and
always will be. To deny that is to deny who I am as a person...as a man. It
took a long time at the beginning to accept who I truly was, and what got
my big uncut dick hard and tight hairy ass twitching. But, once I did the
good times and the pre never stopped flowing. My story starts where
everyone's start, with childhood. I grew up New York City, in an area
called Washington Heights. If you are Dominican, like me, you know were it
is. For the rest of you, it's located at the very northern section of
Manhattan, from 150th street to about 185th or so. It was, and still is,
heavily populated with Dominicans. I couldn't imagine living any other
place in the world! Something about it makes me feel safe and at home. I'm
a small guy, 5'5" 140lbs 28w but toned and very fit. My neighborhood is one
of the few places that my chocolate brown skin, curly hair and thick
Spanish accent don't make me stick out or feel uncomfortable. Even the
large bulge in my pants can go ignored as most of the guys have nice sized
dicks swinging between their legs and pull on them almost constantly in
public. Don't hate, it's a Latin thing.

My Papi and his 3 brothers all work in construction. They're the brown
skinned, Spanish speakers that work along side the Italian (mobsters) that
keep NYC overflowing with new high rises. Before you ask, NO, I never,
ever, not even once, had sex with my Papi or his brothers. That's some shit
that White people do. But, the wonderful men of my family did, more by
accident than design, teach me about mansmells and funky raunch. Each
afternoon, after the sites closed down, they'd come back to our place, all
funky sweaty and reeking of hard labor, to hang out drinking beers and
shooting the shit. Ever since I could remember, our small apartment on
175th and Broadway had that pungent aroma associated with toxic armpits,
stinky feet and unwashed ass. During the week, the guys didn't waste much
time bathing, with my Papi saying that it was useless since they were going
back to the dirty job site again in the morning anyway. And yet, to this
day he's still surprised that my mom left him for a slick downtown
lawyer. The guys, me included, walked around the apt. bare chested most of
the times, only in worn out and torn draws in the high heat of the New York
summers and in filthy tight long johns in the chill of the winter. I grew
up in an environment that silently celebrated maleness. There was never a
day or night that I didn't see a funky pair of hairy low hanging balls and
a thick, meaty dick through a pair of thread bare cotton underpants, or
witness uncut cocks pissing in the toilet as its owner absentmindedly left
the bathroom door open and rudely passed gas in his expected
privacy. Saliva would gather at the side of my mouth as I silently watched
the long, thick streams of liquid gold flow from cock to bowl, wishing that
my dry mouth was the toilet and I could drink my stomach's fill.

As the youngest, and no women around, I was responsible for doing the
family laundry. Once a week, I would take the 3 bags of dirty laundry 2
blocks to the laundry mat. It was a boring thankless job that only became
rewarding when my scent fetish developed. After not showering all week, and
not being concerned about wiping their nasty, greasy asses after taking
shits, the guy's draws would be stained with piss in the front and
sometimes some very deep skid marks in the back. Before taking them to the
mat, I would worship them in my bedroom after dark and spooge all over
myself from the rank deep dark spices located in the back of my uncles'
underpants. I tried to avoid huffing my Papi's cuz that's just nasty. I
would have to make sure that each pair was replaced because we couldn't
afford for me to keep stealing draws to satisfy my deviant urges. But,
before they were washed, they were fair game.

Anyway, between the fumes at home and my time on the high school baseball
and track teams, I spent a lot of time around sweaty, man funky, guys that
treated basic hygiene like an option at best, and something to be totally
ignored at worst. For some reason, none of this ever seemed strange or
bizarre to me. Men sweat, get dirty, fart, piss and smell bad. That's the
truth. I'd even become a large contributor to my team mate's raunchy
antics. I'd teach them the games and challenges that my Papi and uncles
would play at home. Some were pretty basic like, see who could go the
longest without showering. The smell of sweaty teen ripe pits and gamey
assholes would fill the classrooms of my high school when we were on a
winning streak and no one wanted to break our luck. (I'm sure you know what
smell I mean. Its sort of sweat and bitter, with a musky undertone.)  But
some were more involved, like who had the rankest draws and jock straps. At
home, my uncle Pablo would always win this one. He, and now I, would wear
the same pair of tight white draws, 1 size too small, for over 2 months
straight. He wouldn't shower or wash his bubble butt ass during the entire
time. From not wiping his virgin, straight-man fuck hole after his 2 daily
dumps, never shaking his uncut dick after a long piss flow, or jerking off
right into his shorts, to the loud and rude, not so occasional gas blasts
that escaped his ditch around the clock, Pablo's draws would slowly but
surely turn from white to grey in the 2 months with the tell-tell signs of
his hard work logged in the urine yellow, pre and cum soaked front of his
pouch and the heavily skidded backside of his draws. Pablo's Fruit of the
Looms were an inspiration to me that I expounded on. Once I started to have
homo sex in my mid teens, I'd get piston fucked by one of the beefy guys on
the football team and leave the lucky dude's spunk in escrow up my tight
young hole and let its spunky gooey creaminess seep out into my draws as I
went about my daily business. All day long I could feel the slick gel drip
and leak out of my ripe, sore hole, cling to the thick black hairs
surrounding my taut pink pucker and finally settle into the fabric as my
draws rode up the crack of my ass. Sometimes I would even go so far as to
fart out my breeder load to make sure all of it, my ass juices and any
possible shit clumps included, made it safely onto their new cotton-y
home. This heady mixture created not only a higher level of raunch and
nastiness to them but also gave them that obvious, just fucked ass smell
that gets my 8 inches boned just thinking about it. Of course, I also
fingered my funky man cunt throughout the day, letting all of my ass juices
and shit drag through the soft cotton and deposit its scent on them and the
finger that would soon find itself rubbing up against my nostrils and
finally end up being sucked into my pig mouth. At school I always won the
dirty draws contest.

But, I did have close competition by the name of Jaime Mendez. He was the
type of guy that can confuse the most heightened gaydar. Jaime was a lot of
things, but I'd never call him gay or a fag. Standing at a cocky 5'11"
190lbs, with a 31 inch w, size 11 feet and a toned/muscular frame, he
couldn't be clocked by the most well trained eye but was a true homo
through and through. Jaime's thick black curly hair, bright smile and
caramel complexion made him the dream of every girl and homo at our high
school. But at his core he loved and fucked men like the raunch pig he
was. As I had a thing for all things about ass, particularly my ass, Jaime
loved dick...particularly his dick! He'd fill the empty conversational
space with stories about his dick. How big it was, how thick and fat is
was, how his foreskin retracted down his brown shaft when he jerked off 4
times a day, or how it stretched over an inch past his bulbous purple
glands and had a tight rim base that held in his pre drip until he milked
it or let it drip down in long crystal strings onto the floor.  Then there
was his prize creation, his smeg. Jaime loved all of his dick fluid
productions but none got him boned as much as his rank dick cheese. Yeah,
he talked about his thick globby cum shots and just how long he could
unload a yellow stream of bladder juice but they couldn't compare to his
ramblings about his smeg. It was his cheese that gave him the runner-up
status in our dirty draws competition. None of the guys could compete with
how low I was willing to go in the skid mark department or Jaime's crusty
white, sticky and smelly smeg deposits left to dry out in the front of his
ripe jockstraps. Between the two of us we could gross out any guy on our
team. The smell waiffing up from the front of his jocks gave him a
signature smell of unwashed man dick and stinky French cheese. We were born
to fuck each other!

It was this fateful coupling that brought the king of pig play into my
life: scat. Jaime and I went from basic teen groping and kissing to full on
homo sex in about a week. I'm more of a bottom and he's more versatile so
the fucking was fast and furious with lots of scent play and body
contact. I loved burying my face in the pouch of his jocks and washing away
the slimy residue created by his head cheese and dried piss. The stench was
so strong that I would bone in seconds and leak pre like a fuckin faucet
onto the cold concrete floors of the boys locker room. My head would swoon
as Jaime dry humped my face and forced more and more of his ripe teen funk
up my nose through the worn mesh fabric of his pouch. I loved to rub my
face around his jock and make my entire head smell like his cock. In time
this activity went to sucking on his huge brown shlong and eating all of
his smeg from under his hood. I would nibble and bite at the thick skin of
his foreskin, pulling it down over his blood heavy glands and jerk off his
dick in my mouth at the same time. I never wanted to waste any of his
cheese, instinctively knowing that pig product is rare and hard to find, so
I had to savor each and every nasty morsel. Jaime's smeg was always chunky
and greasy, not dry or flakey, and felt slick and nasty on my tongue. The
first few times I ate it, I had to hold back the rising vomit in my
stomach, as the stench was so pungent. I was completely grossed out and
turned on at the thought of feasting on such a taboo waste product of his
body. The musk that rose up from his balls mixed in nicely with his cheese
and enticed me just as much as made me nauseous. I took my cues from my
dick. If it was boned, dripping and ready for work, so was my tongue. I
closed my eyes and rammed his thick 10 inch dick down my throat and sucked
on it like a thirsty baby with a new bottle. I craved his teen man stink
and wallowed in the wrongness of our act. I could never get enough of his
head cheese. It crowded itself down around the base of his cock corona and
created a thick creamy ridge of funkiness that was made to be worshiped by
the pig cock sucker in me. Hot damn, it was the best treat of the day. I
would rock back on forth on my hunches as Jaime face fucked me and I fed
the need of the young pig in me with his smeg. This act continued until his
low hanging balls would draw up and tighten, his shaft would lengthen and
thicken and my mouth would be filled with a hot, creamy load of his 17 year
old spicy spunk as Jaime screamed at the pure force of his ejac. I'd
swallow down 7 vollies of thick cum before forcing my head down on his cock
shaft, straight to his sweaty curly pubes, and let his last trickles drip
down my throat as my tongue licked his ball sack. We'd both pant and try to
catch our breaths as I tried hard to record every detail for my solo jerk
later in the night with my dirty draws riding my face and my hand tightly
gripping my own heavy dick until I too would jerk and sway back and forth
as my cock spit up into my palm and coated my stomach. For a full month,
this was our routine...then one day, he asked to fuck me.

Now, as a typical teen, my ass was never the freshest, but that doesn't
mean that I didn't at least try to clean up...and out, for
company. Usually, I had some notice of when I was going to be fucked or had
carefully planned out when and with whom the nasty deed would be done. This
way I could shower, shit and shave. But Jaime's request came as a surprise
to me one day after track practice. I was expecting our usual dick sucking
action, not him shoving his huge ass pole up my tight ass hole. But I was
so turned on when he asked because he was standing in front of me, totally
naked, with his erection pointed slightly to the left and slowly rubbing
his balls. That alone was a lot for me to take, but then Jaime ran his
index finger around the bulb of his thick head, pulled back his meat skin
and lifted some of his rank smeg onto his finder. He took a sly look at his
slimy, stinky cheese and then popped his digit into his mouth, greedily
sucking off all of the snot like substance. I sprung wood so fast I thought
I was going to pass out. Jaime kept stroking his teen/man dick and I could
feel my asshole pucker and twitch with delight at the thought of his member
riding my prostate. I naturally started to finger my ripe hole through my
already heavily skidded draws and began moaning at the thought of his
monster pole separating my tight butt cheeks and making my ass his home.

My mouth started to water as I watched Jaime continue to scoop up his own
smeg and lick his finger like a nasty lollipop. He'd smell around his
finger and then suck on it. Once he even took some of the cheese, stuck it
up his nose and mixed it with the snot up there before sucking it down too,
just as quickly and cleanly. I have no idea how I kept from shooting my wad
right then. Watching this hunk of a man mix and eat his smeg and snot to
make a new raunchy treat was the hottest thing I'd ever seen in my young
life. But the afternoon was still young and I'd experience, see and taste
better things within a few short hours.

Not to be outdone, I yanked off my dirty draws and kept fingering my ripe
hole and began huffing the putrid stench rotting on my fingers, trying to
match sniff for sniff with Jaime. I too, put my finger up my nose after it
had dug deep in my ass trench and let the pungent aromas mix with my snot
before eating the concoction. I rubbed my finger on my new, light moustache
so that I could continue to smell my own hole as the night progressed. Each
time my digit would enter my man pussy, I could feel the short hairs around
it stretch and separate before letting the invader into my ditch. Silent
farts would escape my ass with each intrusion, surrounding me with the
fumes of my colon. The deeper I explored, and the better it felt, I moaned
with delight and then shock as my index finger pushed up against a thick
knotty turd about 3 inches up my ass. I kept fingering my ass and playing
with the shit log, pushing it back up into my rectum, massaging my
prostate. I was fucking myself with my own gut loaf. This act didn't go
unnoticed by Jaime, as he cheered me on, encouraging me to wallow in my own
filth, and get my scank hole ready for a true pounding by his fat dick. For
at least 10 min this went on, till I had dick spit coating my cock and my
ass cavity was becoming raw from the intrusion. I took my finger out of my
ass, leaving the butt loaf where I found it, and held it up to the
florescent light. The smell was strong, pungent and distinctive. It was the
smell of my chasm, my most intimate space. It was the smell of my
shit. Jaime rushed over to share, and wallow, in the funk of my ass, as we
both huffed at my finger and slowly took in its coarse odor. The more it
hummed, the more we smelled it. The fragrance of young teen man shit filled
the locker room before Jaime popped my finger in his mouth and started
sucking tight, like it was candy coated, or a dick slicked in my shit. He
smiled and moaned as my dick expanded and began to get sore. I wanted so
badly to jerk my cock as he sucked my finger but I knew I wanted his dick
up my shitty hole more.


With pig lust in his eyes, Jaime forcibly spun me around so that my ass was
backed up against his stomach. He quickly sunk to his knees and parted my
pungent hole. Right there, in the middle of the boy's locker room, Jaime
began to give me my first rim job. His strong hands parted my brown butt
and exposed my rank shitter. I could even smell my ass as Jaime began to
breath in the bouquet of my hairy hole. We both were getting high off of my
teen stink until Jaime's tongue darted out and up into my crack. With
simple, controlled movements, his tongue took even swipes up against my ass
walls. Tingles shot through my skin as his warm, slick, fat tongue savored
the butt juice varnishing my butt. Jaime's moaning got louder and louder as
he approached my most private place. Time seemed to slow down as his lips
puckered up against my hole and gave me a long sweet French kiss. I
returned the favor by filling his mouth with some of my fowl wind. My fart
rumbled out of my hole with an intensity that almost pushed me off my
feet. Jaime held his ground and sucked up all of my ass gas and kept
forcing his tongue into my hirsute, and now wet hole. My fart blew sticky
ass sap and slimy cum out of my rectum from my 6th period ditch pounding by
the captain of the football team. Jerry's seed splattered out of my fuck
hole and found itself right on the tip of Jaime's tongue. This vulgar act;
the mixture of bad gas, butt and nut juice didn't turn him off. He
intensified his oral assault on my ass and bent me over at the waist to
gain greater access to my shitter. I held onto my ankles as my first rim
turned into a feltching session. Jaime must have loved the taste of Jerry's
cum from the look of his tree strong erection. I grabbed it by the base and
began jacking him off in a rhythm to match his ass eating. Pre was bubbling
out of his wide piss slit as I gripped and jerked his steely cock. I
retracted his meaty hood skin and rubbed his dick spit around his hug ass
splitter. His head was thick and sensitive to the touch. I coated his
glands in as much pre as he could spit out.

Then I felt it. Jaime's tongue made contact with the fudge log lodged up my
butt. He used his tongue to do what my finger had been doing
earlier...fucking me. He forced the turd to go up and down in my chute till
I was begging him to let me cum. Totally ignoring me, Jaime kept fucking me
with my own shit. The room began to reek of shit and teen spit. I could see
the chocolate brown spittle drip from his lips down onto his smooth
chest. In my wonton lust, I used it to lube up his dick and continued
jerking Jaime off.

I thought nothing could top this, until Jaime yelled at me to shit. Shit,
shit in his mouth. He wanted to taste my waste. He needed to suck turd
straight from my shitter. He wanted my shit in his mouth, and he wanted it
NOW! I really had no choice in the matter. All of the anal manipulations of
the last half hour gave me an incredible need to take a dump. I was letting
loose with small blasts of ass gas that gave off the not so subtle hint of
shit logs backing up my rectum. I knew it was coming; I just was too
embarrassed to say anything to Jaime. But he wasn't playing as coy with
me. He knew what he wanted and I gladly gave it to him. I relaxed my ass
ring muscle and let the long log descend down my intestine until it
buttressed my hole. I could feel Jaime playing in my shit with his
tongue. He was circling the outer rim of my hole and the tip of my turd as
he moaned with pleasure. The tang of my own shit was turning us both on and
my dick was hard as steel. I made no moves toward it, deciding that I
wasn't going to blow until I had the pleasure of Jaime's big dick fucking
my shitty asshole.

What happened next was just so raw and obscene that I can hardly believe
that it happened. Jaime had his mouth perfectly situated below my
stretching sewer pit. I was so excited and relaxed from his rimming that I
was ready to give birth to my fuming log any second. I could feel my butt
loaf pushing at my rectum for freedom. My guts were bloated with an obvious
need to take a monster dump. I closed my eyes and let nature take its
course. My hole trumpeted out a very loud and obnoxious fart that echoed in
the halls of the locker room. Our noses were immediately overtaken by the
noxious vapors I unleashed. Both of our dicks got rock hard as we inhaled
my farts. The first loud one was followed by a trio of smaller blasts that
were wet and messy. The splatter pot marked Jaime's face with ass juice
freckles. He never looked better than when he had my shit slime on his
mug. Seconds after my last explosion, my shit left my hole in a long and
uninterrupted loaf. I thought I would shit in one piece for ever. My log
was fat and opened my hole up just right. I felt stretched and filled to
capacity as Jaime began to lick and suck around my cavity and escaping
waste. He was moaning and yelling obscenities as he feasted on my
shit. Jaime started to chew and munch on the reeking cylinder as I jerked
his massive dick. He sucked on the first few inches like a dick and bit my
shit in half before rising to his full height. I was shocked when he moved
away so quickly but was even more surprised when I felt his big cock join
my broken butt loaf up my rectum. Jaime was double fucking me with his dick
and my shit! The two brown tubes joined each other in a mutual ripping of
my asshole. I screamed in pain and pleasure as Jaime began to play with my
erect nipples as he pounded my man cunt. I moaned in delight at the new
sensation and relinquished all control to him. He pounded my ass and
selfishly chewed my shit loudly in my ear as he pinched, pulled and rubbed
my nipples. I thought I was going to pass out. My butt kept farting out
foul wind each time Jaime would pull out of my ass, just to return as
violently as he had left. My hole was being split on the exit as well as
the re-entry. Large clumps of shit fell to the ground as we both tried
unsuccessfully to maintain our rhythm and posture on a floor slick with my
runny shit. I could feel the moist, wet, raunchy paste gather at Jaime's
pubes, just to be smeared up against my ass and balls. The stench of my
shit was everywhere and we both were in heaven. But I needed to cum so
badly. My dick was purple and covered in pre. My cock rose past its usual 8
inches and pushed my bulbous head through my slick hood and exposed my
glands to the funk of my fucked ass. My chocolate fuck pole felt thick and
heavy extending away from my body. It looked deformed and ready to pop
blood if not cum if I didn't jerk it off right then and there.  I grabbed
the base of my cock and yelled at Jaime to cum up my shitter. To mix his
cum with what was left of Jerry's. I wanted his seed to shower my shit. I
needed this messy fuck. I needed his dick to spunk my ass. With a loud
burp, after swallowing all of my shit, Jaime rammed his cock up my ass in
one final thrust, before spewing white hot man milk up my ass. The warmth
of his nut juice filling my rectum set me off. My ass cheeks clenched and I
filled my palm with my own sticky sperm as I put a kung-fu death grip
around my dick and squeezed the life and spunk out of my mini me.

I was tired and spent, but Jaime wasn't done with my sore hole just yet. I
felt his dick soften a bit up my ass and thought that the day's fun was
over. I wanted to have a tasty reminder of my first pig fest so I slowly
raised my left hand, covered in cum to my face and began feasting on my own
seed. The creamy white substance was sweet and sour to the taste and coated
my tongue. My nostrils were greeted with the aroma of bleach. My ball juice
made my head swoon and my body rock. The taste of my own cum was like
mother's milk to me. I lapped up each and every slick, sticky string
between my fingers. As I leaned against Jaime for support, I felt his cock
unleash a torrent of piss up my shitter. His bladder was filling my
intestines with his salty brine. I watched my stomach expand as he let
loose with what felt like gallons of liquid. It was all more than my ass
could take. With 2 loads of cum, 1 half of large dump and now piss up my
hole, I opened up and took a long slow shit on Jaime's dick. I yelled at
Jaime that my ass was about to cum! I farted out the wet concoction and
sighed with relief as my guts emptied out onto his pubes. My after-fart
pushed out his dick and Jaime quickly returned to his knees to bathe in my
butt cum. I felt his moist, hot tongue circle my sore, puffy asshole before
he dove back in to clean up any left over shit and cum from my just fucked
ditch.  His moans of delight were the last thing that I could hear over my
own as I let loose with my own cords of piss.

Convinced that we were done, Jaime sat down on the cold tile, with his back
up against the lockers. We sat in silence, neither knowing what to say to
the other after such an experience. I decided to break the ice by looking
down at Jaime's shit covered cock. It looked so beautiful coated in a thick
layer of my knotty butt sludge. His 10 inches were painted with my shit
from uncut cock head to hairy ball sack. My mouth watered looking at
it. The smell of my ass was more than obvious to both of us as we continued
to bathe in its stench. I slowly moved out of the puddle of my own piss
that I was standing in and took 2 steps toward Jaime. Even though I had
just cum and my ass was very, very sore. I still wanted more. I wanted to
ride his shit covered dick one more time. I couldn't, wouldn't, let the day
end just yet. The slut in me wanted more of his cock up my ass. With no
complaints from Jaime, I sat down on his massive tool. Fuck it hurt, as I
impaled myself on his shitty rod. His dick was normally very thick, but the
layer of chunky excrement increased his girth so my sensitive hole was
stretched even more than before. I watched Jaime's shit juice spotted face
for a reaction as he re-entered my rosebud. His eyes were closed, basking
in the glory of fucking my ass once again. I leaned in and began to lick up
the juices of my freshly fucked ass from his handsome face. From each
cheek, to his nose, forehead and chin I lapped up my wet feces from his
face while bobbing my butt up and down his cock. My hole felt full
again. Just what I wanted. I loved the feeling of his thick dick unstopping
my sewer. Jaime's cock was a perfect fit up my rectum as I cold feel the
pulse of his heart beat through his dick and the walls of my asshole. We
were connected in ways only two men could be: dick in ass. I looked down
and could see large clumps of shit separating from his dick each time I
rose up from his lap. I relaxed my shitter just a bit to allow Jaime's cock
greater access to my hole and let out a silent but deadly fart. Jaime sat
up straighter, pushing his dick further up my chute, and put his strong
arms around my waist before ramming his tongue in my mouth. He kissed me
hard and shared with me the flavor of my ass and shit. His tongue searched
out mine and made love to my mouth. Our rhythms matched as fucking and
kissing intensified until my cock spit up on his stomach. I cried in relief
and happiness as Jaime popped a second cummy load up my hairy hole. We
stayed in that position, kissing, hugging and touching, until we both let
loose with second loads of watery piss. I was in pig heaven.