Date: Fri, 18 May 2018 01:44:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: futzman@yahoo.com
Subject: The Baths (raunch, scat)

This story is fantasy, though there were certain bath houses in the past
where this could have happened.  Nowadays we need to play safe, so a place
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A feeling of excitement in the pit of my stomach.This bath house is
something else. There are the normal lockers,cubicles, corridors. But there
are also special rooms. I hear they have a room for fisting, another for S
& M. There's a room for cock sucking, another for drinking piss.I bought a
"Gay Guide" in the bookshop. It says "all colors are catered for."All
colors? I wonder.

I like to rim.I like to rim big beefy guys.Beefy men with big asses.Will
they have a special room for rimming? I mean to find out.

It's dark and musty in the corridors. They keep the lighting real low. Low
lighting and warm enough for you to feel good walking around with no
clothes on. Plus the place feels a bit seedy. Could be interesting.

I've been through a room where there were a lot of guys sucking each other
off. Now I've come to a room with heavy chains hanging from the
ceiling. There are two slings strung up side by side.There's a guy wearing
chaps in one of them.Otherwise he's naked.. A jar of Crisco all ready on
the floor beside him. He wants somebody to come along and fist him. Two or
three dudes standing around, eyeing each other up, waiting for someone to
make a move.

I've come along another corridor to an area where there's not much going
on.The light is even lower in this room, but I can make out a couple of
toilets on a platform, and what looks like a row of rim chairs behind.
There's guy standing up against the wall, watching me intently. In his
fifties, a bit skinny, a thin, bony face. He's wearing a Muir cap, boots
and a thick leather harness. He nods and I nod back. Then I look away and
carry on walking.I don't want to give him any hint of encouragement. He's
definitely not my type.

Back along another corridor. Someone's been smoking pot along here. I pass
a couple of clones with towels around their waists. Then it goes quiet
again. I keep thinking back to that last room. I wonder if that skinny guy
has gone, or will he still be waiting there?

I go back. Nobody there now. I hear a tap dripping somewhere and the soft
whirring sound from some kind of ventilation system. Otherwise it's all
still.

Now someone has come into the room. Wow, he's big! Built like a brick
shithouse. Looks like he could be a power lifter. Maybe even a professional
wrestler. Broad shaved head. Big tattoos on his massive arms. Old fashioned
tattoos, not the designer kind.Look at those fucking legs! The thickness of
those thighs! He could crush you with those.  And I bet it's all
muscle!

He's wearing army boots and a greasy olive colored jockstrap framing
a huge ass. The size of that fucking ass! Full and round. That's what I
call a real man's butt. Jesus, those fucking glutes - the size of them!
Look how deep that ass crack is! Phwooahh! I'd love to get my nose up that
smelly crack. Give it a good fucking sniff!

He stops and gives me a sidelong glance.Then he walks past me, across the
room slowly, giving me plenty of time to take in the full size of his manly
butt.Two beach balls rubbing up against each other. He watches me for a
while. Not smiling, not nodding,but slowly fingering his cock in that
greasy jockstrap.Then he comes slowly over to me.

"You know what this room means,boy?" he asks, and I feel a slight tinge of
fear and excitement.

"What does it mean?" I manage to ask him.

"You like the smell of ass?"

I don't answer him. I look down and then up at him again. I'm not sure what
to say.He moves his fingers to the crack of his ass and wipes them up and
down his ass trench, without taking his eyes off me. Then he brings them up
to my nose.I sniff compliantly. I inhale deeply. He keeps his fingers under
my nose.I start to lick them. He brings his face to mine and starts
exploring my mouth with his tongue. We're kissing, but it's not
passionate. It's not violent. It's slow and it's sensual.It's dirty.

As we kiss. we feel each other's bodies.His huge shoulders and arms are hot
and moist. His pits stink. I can feel a rock hard swelling under his
jockstrap. I can hardly get my hand around his balls, they're so huge and
weighty.I get my hand deeper down into that greasy jock and manage to cup
those heavy balls.Wow, they really are sweaty!He grabs mine and gives them
a firm tug.

Now I've got my hands on his big manly ass. I feel down to his greasy
crack. My fingers press against his hole, and I feel him do the same to
me. Then, to my surprise, he farts.

I stop kissing and look at him.His face is still close to mine. He says
"You like that?"

Without waiting for an answer, he takes his fingers back down to his butt
trench and farts again. Then he brings them up to my nose.I'm throbbing
with excitement and sniffing away at his fingers. He pushes me down on to
the floor with my back to the wall, and brings his rank, sweaty crack up to
my face.

"Get you nose up there,boy. Go on, sniff my ass hole. Come on now. Big
whiffs!"

And he lets out a bigger, louder, stronger fart.

My head is swimming. The dirty smell, the raunchy scene with this fucking
wrestler dude.This is my idea of pig heaven.I plunge my tongue into his
deep stinking trench and begin to lap up the shitty taste of his muscle
butt.

"Yeah," he moans, "pig boy. Lick the shithole, baby. Lick the big man's
crapper."

He farts again. and begins to wipe his mancrack firmly up and down my
face. The acrid smell of his gas hits my mouth and nose. I'm sniffing and
licking this big guy's ass. The mighty cheeks are almost smothering my
face.

He moves slowly over to the shit pens and takes a seat, his legs wide
apart. He beckons me to come over. I comply and kneel in front of him. I
place a hand on each of his knees. My nose is almost touching his
belly. Gently he lifts my chin so that I'm forced to look at him in the
face.

"You ever watched a real man take a dump?" he asks.

With that he draws a bottle of poppers out from the inside of his boots and
takes a hit. He passes them to me, and I watch him as he leans forward,
opens his legs even wider and begins to fart and shit in the bowl.The
stench is amazing. This muscle bull is taking a mega shit. And at the same
time he's wanking himself off. He puts his hand back down under his ass and
brings a shit laden finger up to my nose. I sniff at it eagerly. He tells
me to lick it clean. He watches me intently as I run my lips around his
finger.

"Eat that shit," he orders, and I obey him.

Now he gets up and sticks his stinking asshole up against my face.

"Clean it, boy," he growls, "lick the man shit from the shithole. Come
on. Get nasty, pig!"

I snort the poppers and attack his ass crack in a frenzy, licking and
sucking the big man's butt trench as if it is what I was born to do. I'm
getting my tongue further and further up his shit hole, and he's talking
loud and dirty:

"Fucking lick that fucker out, man. Get your nose right up into that stink,
man, I wanna see that tongue all dirty.... lick it out....lick it out....."

I feel his ass puckering and pushing back over my nose and mouth. He's
using me now as his ass wipe. His breath has quickened. He's grunting and
snorting. I got another foul blast of stinking hot air in my face.He's
close to coming. I can feel it. His jacking off has quickened and his legs
are starting to stagger.

"lick it out fucker, yea, lick it......Yaaaaaaagh

His thick spunk shoots out across the room.

It's over.

I lay back on the cool ground and look up at himI'm angry with myself that
I didn't manage to come.

"Jerk yourself off, son, nice and easy," he says. "Take your time. Enjoy
it"He squats down over me, his huge shitty ass still stinking just inches
away from my face. I take another snort of poppers and now I can feel the
juice welling up inside me. The sight and the smell of this muscle bull's
shit laden crack has got me so turned on that this is going to be easy now.

Just as I am getting close, he leans forward and take my balls in one hand,
sliding his fingers into my shithole with the other.With his powerful
glutes pressed down over my face he starts talking dirty again:

" Get into my stinking shit, man. Fuck, I'm gonna fart some more... That's
my shit you've got in your asshole now.. - I'm gonna pack your asshole with
my shit man, I........"

I try to bring my head up to his ass crack, but when I hear him say that he
is pushing his own shit up into my ass, my cock and balls explode.I let out
a yell and, as I do so, I get the last lethal he-man fart in my face.

The frenzy is over. There is a moment's stillness with him still squatting
over me.From his slightly forward position, he looks back down at me though
his legs.

"Next time I see you," he says, "we'll get real nasty and take it up a
notch or two. Yeah, next time, I'm gonna fucking feed you !"