Date: Thu, 07 Oct 2010 23:38:59 -0400
From: lovediego@aol.com
Subject: Stuck

Stuck
By: Lovediego@aol.com

This is another raunchy tale of men having sex with each other. Ok, I love
these new characters and spent a healthy amount of work developing them. I
hope you feel the same way. Let me know what you think of this different
style.

This is my latest work, please don't steal it! Do not repost without my
permission. Do not read this if illegal by the laws in your
state/country. But If you like it please let me know. If you don't, keep it
to yourself! I know that I was gone for a while but thank you to all of my
loyal readers for your patience and encouragement.

Take your dick out, get it lubed up and enjoy yourself.


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At the end of every week, I got the faint impression that nothing was going
to change in the next week. Days began to slide into each other with such
minor effort that I couldn't tell Monday from Friday or Saturday from
Thursday. The work was the same, the people I saw...the same, and even the
clothes I wore and the food I ate, all the same. It wasn't merely
repetition it was suicide by rote. I couldn't believe that this was the
life that I'd worked so hard for. I spent many years of my life going to
school and getting an education to wake up and find out that this was all
there was, or possibly ever would be. Drudgery was the name of the game and
I thought that there was no escape from the life that I'd created when all
I wanted to be was "normal".

See, I wasn't normal, not by any stretch of the imagination. I was a freak,
a mutant, an anomaly of nature. My ability to fit in with others was
impossible because there were no more of my kind, if there ever where. On
this planet, I was sure that I was the only one who thought the way I did,
felt the way I did and enjoyed the simple pleasures that got my nasty dick
rock hard and craving to unload its creamy cum load. My dilemma was that I
was more than a homosexual, because that would've been easy. There are more
than enough fags on the planet to blend in with, if you want to be a
Chelsea clone or Madonna/Cher/Liza (with a Z) follower. But I'm not. I'm a
lover of other men but only certain types of men.

I worship men that like the dirtier, rank and soiled side of being
male. These men take great pride in cultivating and showing off the natural
attributes of being a guy. Men that are convinced that there is nothing to
hide and nowhere to run from his masculinity and are able to overcome the
forced conditioning that wants him to fear his gonads, cut off the tip of
his male member, and wipe his rectal opening with a level of aggression and
anger with the sole intention of hiding the inherent wonderful smells and
pheromones that originate from all three of his most private and intimate
spaces designed to attract other raunchy men. These men grow thick and full
patches of hair as a sign of completed youth and accomplished puberty, they
proudly display it on their rugged faces, under their brawny arms but most
especially around the base of their dangling unwashed cocks, semen filled
sweaty ball sacs and fetid shitholes. These men stand solid in mind and
action on hirsute legs and large putrid feet. They are the tribesmen that I
was separated from at birth when I narrowly avoided the crime of
circumcision, or stolen from during adolescence when I learned to hide my
true self behind bars of floral scented soaps, and alcohol laden
deodorants. But in truth, I was not one of those men myself, not any
longer, I was a sell-out. I was a coward that wanted to blend in and be
normal. And this normality was killing me, painfully and slowly. I was
stuck. And I had to get out.

Hour one:

Mid August, New York City, late Friday night or early Saturday morning,
depending on how you tell time. Adham, who's name means dark or black, had
spent the bulk of two full days working on the legal case of his young
life. This one, in mergers and acquisitions, was called special and career
making or breaking, just like the last 20 or so that he'd been working on
since taking the Associate Attorney position with Lake, Miller and
Steinberger, almost two years ago. None of them were either, just kept him
employed in a job he loathed.

His father, a Moroccan banker, thought the name fitting for his new born
son that sported the same dark brown complexion of his dear departed
grandfather and the sullen demeanor of his soon to be deceased
mother. Adham, gifted with great intelligence and a head for law was also
blessed with physical attributes that would send some men into jealousy and
most women into heat. Exerting little or no effort he possessed a natural
sexuality that oozed from every fiber of his being with an intensity and
focus that became legendary, after he left the room.  Possessing a tight
muscular form at 5'8", a 30 inch waist and thick burly chest, over a taut
set of abs, his dark skin and jet black eyes looked exotic to even his
fellow countrymen. Curly black hair blanketed his head, chest, arms and
legs. Fittingly, he also possessed a dick larger and thicker than most men
should have in two life times with golf-sized balls and tight twitching
anus to match.  Adham was destined to live a life of privilege and almost
constant fucking of any woman he wanted. Unfortunately, he didn't want any
woman, ever!

Adham's childhood was picture perfect, save for the death of his kin, until
his doting father found him acting on his natural impulse to stick his
raging fat teenage boner inside of the gardener's son's tight virgin rectum
behind the rose bushes, his mother planted before being struck down, caused
a riff between the two men.  The end result being Adham sent to
America...penniless and a self-made promise to never act on his desire for
fragrant male asshole, as delicious as it is, ever again. He swore off all
(homo) sexual companionship and made a pact that he would live and work
alone until he is able to meet his grandfather and mother face-to-face
again. Compared to the gardener's son, Hassan, he was very lucky
indeed. Disownership is infinitely kinder than stoning.

Finally leaving his office after more than 25 hours without sleeping or
showering, the young Arab set off for home. Every bone in his body ached
and cried out for a long bath and even longer rest. Nothing would stop him
from seeking both as soon as the elevator doors opened on the lower
floor. He was tired and dirty and truth be told, horny. It had been too
long since he jerked his 9 inch uncut dick to the fantasies he promised to
never act on. But the thought of smelling his large bacteria encrusted
member and pulling on his heavy pair of hairy bull balls as he fingered his
cherry shit smeared asshole would be worth the wait if his underpants were
as dirty and skid marked as he hoped. He loved wearing and then sniffing
too tight, too small white underpants when working late so that they could
catch all of the filth he creamed out of his puckered manhole after not
wiping his toned ass. The cotton fabric would ride up his open crack and
get stuck when he would fart around his office when no one was around to
smell his colon's fragrance. This, and in the privacy of his own apartment,
was the only time he was able to act on and nurture his internal
impulses. Impatiently, Adham waited as the elevator descended from the 59
floor, slowly down the sky scrapper. Each floor seemed to go by so
sluggishly that he was beginning to wonder if he was actually going back up
to that living hell he called an office.

The elevator went along without much issue until the 12 floor, where the
doors opened but no one was there. Adham hated when this happened. He
thought of how much this was going to set his whacking-off back. He hoped
he wouldn't have to wait long for the subway or have to dread being a brown
man trying to catch a cab in New York City after dark. He waited all of 2
seconds before pushing the "door close" button like a man with a severe
case of blue balls that wanted to take matters into his own hands as soon
as possible. Finally, the twin metal doors began to close and he was able
to drift back into his fantasy world.  Adham dreamed of slowly fucking some
young man's ripe shitter to the point that his excrement was forced out of
his rectum and dripped slowly and almost lovingly down the shaft of his
thrusting cock, getting mashed in his 2 inch thick curly pubes before
coating his bouncing balls. Nothing would please his celibate cock more
than the opportunity to tap some ass and then flip him over and eat out his
creamy nut. But he knew that was not his life. All of that died with
Hassan.

"oh fuck, of fuck!"

He slid through the quickly closing doors like a baseball player stealing
home base. His thick hairy legs carried him over the threshold closely
followed by the rest of his muscular body until all of him was crashing
into the back of the elevator as the doors closed. His body finally came to
a rest with a loud "THUD" as he and his messenger bag hit with the force of
a running 150lb man.  Adham looked at the figure laying at his feet and
smiled a little on the inside because this was the funniest shit he'd seen
in a long time. He seemed to be around his age of 30 but with a body that
showed he spent a good amount of time doing some type of major
exercise. His body was more than toned, it was muscular and solid with
thick tree trunk legs and arms sticking out of a V-shaped torso, which must
be the envy of every gym rat he meets. The elevator continued to move
slowly as the full figure of the man sat up and took account of his
surroundings as well as the man on the other side of the floor.

"Oh man dude, thanks for fucking not holding the door! Would it have killed
you to help a brotha out?"  Adham looked at the young man and knew he was
many things but none his brother. To his untrained eye, he seemed to be
Asian and something else that Adham couldn't put his finger on. In NYC so
many guys are mixed with this ethnicity and that race, so its hard to tell,
but one thing for sure he loved the fucking outcome laying in front of him.

"Sorry guy. I'm in a bit of a hurry." Adham responded without looking at
his elevator mate.  "Fuck man, we're all in a hurry, its fucking New York
City, if you haven't heard. Where the hell could you be going in such a
rush, at almost 3 in the morning? And I think I twisted my fucking knee
diving into this shitbox thanks to you trying to shut me out. Damn!" The
messenger looked at his hairy ankle and assessed the damage as minimal
before looking Adham in the face again. The two men couldn't be more
different in appearance or demeanor. Both were around the same height and
size but they carried the weight differently and the air of power and
control was obvious to anyone with eyes. The new guy was much more
comfortable in his skin than Adham and more aggressive in his posture. He
was good with being a dude!

"Man..." Adham attempted to apologize before being interrupted.

"My name is Hiro. You should at least know the name of the guy you were
being such a dick too." Hiro didn't stand or move to shake Adham's hand
that he stuck out in an attempt to make amends. His day, like Adham's, was
very long and he wanted to get home too. He'd been working as a legal
messenger for the past 4 years and usually liked it but recently he was
beginning to rethink his life and his profession. He loved the almost
constant level of exercise he got from zipping his bike through New York
traffic but wondered was this the life for a grown man? The only good
things about the work, outside of the steady paycheck, was the large number
of hot guys he got to meet and fuck around with on his route but also he
was basically his own boss and could wear whatever, or how little, he
wanted and he could go without showering as long as he wanted without fear
of offending anyone. Hiro wasn't a fanatic about bathing regularly and was
a practicing scent pig in love with his and other men's funky odors,
especially those that originated around their slimy buttholes and under
unwashed foreskins and sweaty balls. He spent most of his days and nights
working up a strong personal stench that kept his dick rock hard. If it
wasn't for the too small, never washed, jockstrap that he always wears all
of New York would be able to see how boned he was. Even then, he loved to
cup and stroke his big dick all through the day to keep his cock at least
semi erect and spitting pre cum through the mesh fabric and down his hard
peddling legs. Even he can't tell where the sweat ends and the gallons of
pre begin, without tasting the sweaty/salty mixture; which he loves to
often do.

As his African-American father always said, he's glad he got his dick from
him and his brains from his Japanese mother. Hiro ignores the light racist
comments from both of his parents knowing how much they truly love him and
each other. But his dad was right, Hiro's cock was a good 8.5 inches erect
with a fat, almost purple head that was a nice contrast against his
permanently dark tanned complexion. He was an enviable roasted walnut color
with straight brown hair covering his entire body. Luckily for him, his
parents didn't have his penis needlessly mutilated so he was gifted with a
nice long foreskin that over the years he has tugged and pulled to a full 3
inches of tight brown cock hood who's main duty is to get dirty and ferment
as much cheese as his body could make. He was a veritable cheddar factory!

Somewhere along the way he got a set of hairy balls that crank out pre cum
and sperm on levels most think he is exaggerating. Even at his age he can
cum three times in a single session without needing a break. His nuts are
heavy and very dark in tone, which make them look almost fake in comparison
to the rest of his body. They, like his dick and nipples, love to be
tortured and abused until cum is forced from his rigid shaft and splatters
on whatever or whomever is lucky enough to be in his cock's line of
fire. He is not only a substantial load shooter of very thick cottage
cheese consistency sperm but also can win major points on distance. But
with all of these sexual gifts, Hiro is most in love with his silky funky
asshole.

Its hairless and chocolate colored like his sac. Hiro's shitter makes an
almost black perfect "O" shape that begs to be fingered, licked and
especially fucked raw and dirty. His asshole lips are permanently puckered
and look like they are breathing deep shit fumed breaths. He considers
himself versatile but never turns down the kindness of a filthy stranger
that wanted a piece of his sexy ass without reciprocation.

Not only does he have a rectum that seems to always smell of fermented
shit, it also loves to fart out nasty blasts of ass gas at the most
inappropriate times. That's one of the reasons Hiro became a messenger, he
could fart into the wind and the only one to complain was him because he
missed out on huffing the sweet aroma of his own moist hole. If all is
going well in the world that day, travelling on the foul gas from his lower
intestines will be at least a few spoonfuls of anal sweat and mucus and if
there is a perfect storm of raunch beyond his sphincter, he will find a
small mound of fresh excrement in his shorts when he peels them off after
he gets home from a long day of people screaming, yelling and
simultaneously ignoring him.  All of the riding of his bike works with his
natural genetics to give him almost superhuman thighs and calves and
carrying all the boxes have given him an amazing upper body as
well. Overall he was a complete package of sexy manhood. At that moment,
Adham and his cock surely agreed.

Both men stared at each other but for very different reasons. Adham
wondered what type of freak he had with him for the next few moments and
whether things would turn ugly and Hiro had just begun to realize how
attractive the Arab man in front of him was. He was almost kicking himself
for not noticing and appreciating his stroke of homo luck sooner. The
fucker in front of him was fine as hell but he stupidly spent their first
few moments together yelling at him, giving him a load of shit that he
didn't really deserve. He was the one that decided to cut a quick fart away
from the doors just in case anyone was there who wouldn't be able to
appreciate the gaseous remnants of a few burritos.

Two more floors the elevator fly's by until both men were shocked with a
jolt as the lights began to flicker and the floor beneath them rocked and
fell from below. For a full 4 stories they free-fell with nothing to
support them. They stared into each other's eyes intently, searching for
some silent form of support, until finally the elevator came to a
screeching stop, throwing Adham back into his corner and Hiro up against
the far left wall. Both were knocked on their asses and frightened.

"What the fuck was that!" Hiro yelled at no one in particular. The lights
were still out as he searched the floor for his messenger bag and made sure
that nothing on his body was broken. He'd figured that they must have
dropped a few stories but wondered why they didn't crash. "Yo, mista man,
you alright over there?" He couldn't see Adham in the dark but he figured
he must not be too banged up, he hoped.

"Yes, I'm fine Hiro. Thanks for asking. Are you ok too?" Just as the
question left his full lips the lights in the elevator returned but in a
much more dimmed capacity. They could see each other well but it was no
where near as bright as it normally was. There was at least a small comfort
in being able to see and not being alone.  "Yeah bro, I'm cool. I think we
got a situation here. You got a cell on you?" Hiro searched his bag and saw
that his own phone wasn't getting service. He hoped it was his crappy
provider and not something worse. But he did remember that his walki-talki
was still attached to the back of his messenger bag.

"I'm not getting any service bars." Adham responded. He looked around the
elevator and tried the call box for help. No one answered any of his 5
attempts. He was hoping that Hiro was getting farther with his
walki-talki. If not, they were in for some trouble.

"Shit, fuck! I don't know how much you heard but my boss says that there is
a grid break down over most of the East Coast. The power is out all over
the place and we're royally fucked! He said we probably won't get help for
at least 5 or 6 hours because the elevator is considered safe by the police
and fire department and they have other emergencies to work on. My friend,
we are stuck." Hiro was pissed. All he wanted to do was drop off one more
package before heading home and now look what the fuck happened. He guessed
he was lucky to be trapped with such a fucking hot stud but Adham looked so
up-tight that he couldn't tell if he was a butt fucker or not. He obviously
wasn't a fag basher or anything, not that Hiro couldn't take him in a
fight, but that's not a good way to spend 6 hours.

"Ok, let's try to figure this out. We're trapped in an elevator but not too
far from the ground floor, so we are pretty safe. But, we might be here for
a long while. I have a left over sandwich, chips and cookies in my bag but
no water. Do you have any food or water in your bag?" Adham went into his
lawyer mode and tried to think his way out of his literal box. He guessed
he was lucky to be trapped with such a fucking hot stud like Hiro but he's
so aggressive and tough he couldn't tell if he was a butt fucker or not. He
obviously wasn't a gay basher or anything, not that Adham couldn't take him
in a fight. The other issue is that 6 hours is a long time to spend in such
close quarters with a guy that smells like sweaty underarms and obvious
manstink. His big dick was starting to engorge with blood as he thought
about his ball's need for release and Hiro's fat brown ass right there for
the fucking. The devil was truly a master of temptation.

"I have some granola bars and fruit, but no water. Sorry bro." Hiro was out
of options and resigned his fate to sitting across from Adham while trying
not to sport his boner or jerk his fat dick in front of him.

Hour two:

"What are you doing over there?" Adham had been lost in raunchy meditation
before noticing the movements of Hiro. He was sure he must've been still
dreaming because there was no way he was awake.

"I'm taking off my fucking clothes, what does it look like? While you were
over there doing your best Yoda impression, I noticed that it was getting
mad hot up in here. The air conditioner must of cut out along with the
lights." Hiro had already taken off his baseball cap, revealing a short
haircut that accentuated his angled features and almond shaped eyes. He
took off his t-shirt next before tackling his tight bikers shorts and the
baggy cut off jeans that covered them. Finally, he sat across from Adham
wearing only his cross trainers and the filthy soiled jock that he's worn
almost everyday for the past year without washing. The pungent jock
released a tang of cock, ball and asshole sweat that rose in the room and
filled both men's nostrils. A sensitive nose would also be able to detect
the acrid smell of urine and the sweeter fragrance of seminal fluid and
sperm trapped within the mesh fibers.  As heady as the vapors were from
Hiro's ball holder, they paled in comparison to the exhaust which flew out
of his raunchy butthole each time Hiro opened his legs. He didn't have to
fart for the small room to fill with the intense essence of his unwashed
trench. The fragrance of his corn hole was overwhelming and intoxicating
with the cocktail of rectal juices and stomach bile.  "You might want to
think about shedding some layers too unless you want to melt in this
heat. It's gotta be at least 85 degrees outside and even more in here;
Won't be long before this feels more like a sauna than elevator if you ask
me." With that, Hiro nonchalantly reached down and scratched his exposed
nuts, in full view of Adham and his rising member.

Adham drank in the exposed body of Hiro and almost drooled. He was one hot
fucker to be sure. The bulge in his jockstrap revealed a semi-hard uncut
cock that looked like it wanted to come out and play. There was no denying
that Hiro was a fag at that point, the real question was what Adham was
going to do about it, if anything. Watching the young Asian twist and turn
his legs, while opening and exposing his bare shitter to Adham's hungry
eyes, got him thinking that this was a sign from god or a punishment. He
was fighting a losing battle as the smells rising off of Hiro and his nasty
jockstrap forced Adham to think piggish thoughts and fantasize about doing
nothing except fucking the shit out of that ass until both of their dicks
threw up sticky strings of nut spooge! Obviously that's what Hiro wanted
too as he continued to show off his exposed rectum with it's inviting light
ring of excrement that caressed the outer ring of his sphincter walls.
Adham decided to at least take off his suit jacket, shirt and tie before
unlacing his shoes and pulling them off one by one.

"Damn mista man, you got a righteous foot funk going on over there." Hiro
smiled in Adham's direction as he felt his cock rise and move to the left
at the foul bouquet rising from Adham's right foot. It smelled musty and
reeked of toe jam. Evidently, those shoes haven't left the poor man's feet
in a few days. Hiro loved just about every scent that a man's body can make
including the heady build-up from his feet, so at that moment he was
beginning to see the silver lining in his captivity.

"Sorry about that. My feet are killing me and I need to get these shoes
off. Hope you can stand my stink, because I can't go 5 more hours with them
on." Adham took off his left shoe and looked at Hiro to see how he felt
about his foot stink. Actually he didn't care because if he couldn't
appreciate his personal scent Adham still loved to smell any part of his
own body. To top it off he's been breathing in pure Hiro stench from that
funky ball strap and his wide open butthole, not that he was complaining,
without one word. He was surprised when Hiro smiled and said:

"It's ok bro. Those expensive shoes seem to be hell on your feet but I can
handle your funk if you can stand mine. I know I fucking stink like a wild
animal over here. But I'm used to my funk, I know it must be an acquired
taste for others. Anyway, you think you could help me out over here
though?" Hiro thought to himself the types of help he really wanted from
Adham, starting with sucking each other's dicks and moving on to rimming
the other's nasty shitholes before flip fucking, but he pointed to the over
head door above his head.  He paused for a moment, as he tried to picture
what the young Arab's cock must look like, if it is cut or uncut, and what
types of smells he had trapped under that expense suit.  Without a doubt,
Hiro thought, his junk must be at least as attractive as the rest of him or
that brotha was given a raw deal by god. "I think that if we can get that
door open, we can get a bit of fresh air in here, or at least cool this
bitch down a bit."

The lack of freshness in the room was the only thing keeping him
sane. Adham was falling in love with the natural rank stink that Hiro was
able to give off with ease but was also taken with how comfortable he was
with sharing it with another guy.  Begrudgingly, Adham got up and crossed
the room to stand next to Hiro for the first time. They had been inside of
the elevator, holding down their respective forts without bothering to
venture to the other side for so long that this one made each of the young
men uncomfortable at first. Once they were face to face, they both quickly
looked away and stared at the ceiling. Neither wanted to reveal his
interest in the other or afraid to look down and not see the other's cock
in a similar state of arousal.

"Ok, I want you to lift me up and then I'll climb on your shoulders until I
reach the door. Just don't fucking drop me dude, I'm serious!" Before Adham
could approve of his plan, or not, Hiro stood in front of him, with his
exposed jock butt rubbing against the growing erection in Adham's thin
pants. He was sure that was a mighty sized dick he was rubbing against, and
growing fast. This made him calm down, knowing he was indeed stuck with a
fellow ass fucker. Within seconds, Hiro was in the air and getting closer
towards the ceiling.

Once his bubble butt got past Adham's hairy bare chest and closer to his
face, he caught a whiff of Hiro's very ripe ass crack that surely wasn't on
speaking terms with soap or water.  As he lifted him higher and twisted him
onto his shoulders, his thick fingers accidently rubbed into Hiro's smooth
dark ass crack and swiped his moist hole from the base of his covered balls
to the tip of his tailbone. Sticky mucus transferred from the smelly
orifice onto at least two of Adham's digits. It all happened so fast,
neither man knew what to make of it. They pretended to ignore it and kept
with the task at hand, even though both of them became fully erect, and
dripping after that moment.

"Ok, I'm up high enough." Hiro said as he stood on Adham's shoulders and
forced his weight against the door. With some effort it opened and a gush
of wind from the shaft entered the congested elevator. Hiro slipped down
from the strong muscular shoulders that supported his weight with ease
before jumping to the floor. Both men returned to their corners in silence,
with Adham looking intently at his wet fingers wondering if he would ever
taste the butthole they did.

Hour three:

Time seemed to flow by painfully slow, as the guys did little talking as
they exchanged food and stared off into space to past the time. Both men
were sporting huge erections, that he was sure the other couldn't see from
his vantage point, but Adham was too afraid to act on his impulses. He'd
been celibate for almost 16 years and vowed to stay that way until
death. That would be how he paid for his serious crimes against nature. But
that didn't mean that he was above temptation.

"You enjoying the nasty funk from my asshole, mista man? Don't try to hide
now. I can see you sniffing your fingers every now and then. Don't front."
Hiro had him dead to rights. Adham had spent the last 15 min with his
fingers up, in and around his sniffing nose. He was taking in the wonderful
aromas of Hiro's juicy hole. The sticky mucus painted the entire strip of
his two fingers. The heady perfume smelled spicy and a bit sweat before
Adham took a chance and stuffed them in his mouth. A musky cologne hit his
tongue and graced his taste buds with the flavor of Hiro-hole. Adham's dick
bounced up and down inside of his pants and dripped copious amounts of pre
cum down his leg. He couldn't control what the scents in the room and on
his finger were doing to him. Try as he might, he couldn't deny any longer
his desire to be with Hiro in the most intimate of ways. He needed to join
his cock with Hiro's asshole and enjoy the fruits of his asshole, even if
it meant an eternity in hell. This would be much better than what he called
a life anyway.

"The least you could do is throw me one of your expensive shoes to huff on
while you groove to the smell of my rectum." Hiro held out his hands for
Adham to toss his shoe. It didn't take long before it had arrived safely
across the room and caressed his nose. Damn the stink of his feet was much
better up close than from the short distance. He loved the smell of Adham's
feet and wished for something more. As if by magic, he was hit in the face
with one of Adham's shear black socks. That was like gold in his
pocket. The nylon sock was moist with sweat and each fiber griped a
molecule of the savory liquid. Hiro stuck it in his mouth as he sniffed its
former home.

Raising his strapped ass into the air, Hiro spread his legs and let out a
loud fart to get Adham's attention. Fermented beans and rice filled the air
as he relaxed his asshole and let the fumes of his intestine embrace
Adham's nose. He took the well-worn sock out of his mouth long enough to
ask him to cross the room and bring his funk with him. Adham, slowly,
obliged and found himself, standing sexually aroused, in front of another
dirty man, just like himself, for the first time in his adult life. Hiro
began to unzip Adham's pants, pulling them down to reveal a soiled pair of
draws that reeked of masculine bodily fluids. The front pouch was pasted
with cum and piss stains and Hiro was pretty confident there was a long
landing strip of putrid brown shit down the middle that cradled his moist
pucker all day.

Hiro dove in and began to sniff and huff the intense odors that were
escaping from Adham's basket. Around and around his face twisted around the
outlines of the Arab's thick erect cock and fat balls. He loved the humid
heat emanating from the massive cock held within Adham's draws and the
feeling of that hard-on poking his nose and chin. The smells were so unique
and amazing that Hiro wanted to stay there forever. Sensing a kindred
spirit, Adham let loose with a torrent of strong piss through the thinned
cloth and bathed his Asian elevator mate in his stinky yellow brine.

Adham's chunky bulge was spewing bladder brew in all directions as Hiro did
his best to drink up as much urine as he could while washing his face in
the soaked salty fabric. After a while, he found the cotton barrier to be
more than he wanted to work around, so Hiro slowly pulled the offending
underpants down, exposing Adham's stiff and proud male member to him and
his nose. His cock was more magnificent that Hiro could ever have
imagined. Wow, he'd hit the homo-sex jackpot!

To be continued...


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List of Lovediego's stories on Nifty:

Brothers-garcia							Piglatin
Carlitos tale							The pizza boi delivered
Fathers day gift						So baby
Funk								Uncut stinky latin pigs
I shit fucked his faggot ass!					My brother's dirty butthole
Mansmells							Dirty sodomites (out soon)
The moving man							Stuck