Date: Sat, 18 Jul 2020 14:12:30 +0000
From: Brownluster7@protonmail.com
Subject: New Story: Filth and the Gardener

			  Filth and the Gardener
			      by Brownluster


	It was a mess! The new house had no garden; just a sandpit from
construction. A year later it was the same although I had got rid of most
of the active weeds. It needed landscaping. My partner of many years
undertook the design and it was up to muggins to pay for it. However it
needed doing. We got in a gardening firm and the guy who turned up was
great. The cost was not; I had to beat him down to something we could
afford. Over the couple of months to lay everything out, construct hard
landscaping and actually creating the garden we got to know Josˇ and the
guys he used really well. There was a very sexy eastern european guy who
worked extremely hard in the heat of that autumn but just would not strip
to the waist which would have been so very entertaining for a randy sod
like me. Even after the garden was finished we continued to see Jose and
were invited to his place to meet his wife and kid.
	So it was till lately when the plants had grown and the climbers
needed something to crawl over. Also me being the clutz I am, could not get
the auto control for the water irrigation system to alter to water for
longer. I called in Josˇ who sorted that out and discussed with my gay
partner the climbers. He said we should go out for a coffee soon. Yea, I
said. He also told us that he had split up with his wife and was living on
the farm he was doing up. I wasn't that surprised as he had mentioned
difficulties with his marriage before and the split seemed amicable so no
hurt was done to the kid.
	Josˇ was a free spirit and liked his freedom to do as he
wished. Marriage was not really for him and this marriage may well have
been the result of the kid being conceived. He was tall, slim with a deep
brown skin colour hardened by hours working in the sun. He was a tactile
man not afraid of hugging another guy in welcome or farewell. I had been in
a gay marriage for over ten years but my partner and I had not had sex in
years. He and I disagreed on what we wanted; he vanilla, me raunch and
dirty raunch at that. We had a partnership based on friendship and
companionship as well as a deep, underlying love which recognised my need
to seek sex with other men. No thoughts of another relationship; just the
horny heat of sex.
	I had gone on PrEP some months before in case my natural loss of
control took over in the heat of the moment and, as had happened before, I
fucked bareback. However there was not much of a choice around as most men
where we lived were the steriotypical hetero manly type who were only
interested in groping women, having them, and tossing them aside. Not a
good pool of material at the best of times. Also I had filled out a tad in
the past few years and many gay men were so picky that chubs would not be
entertained. Also I had a small cock which did not help. I was middle
height and although hairy I would shave my head skinhead style regularly
and shave or cream most of my body periodically to remove the hair. I only
kept hair on my legs and forearms. I wasn't that bad really but you know
how the beautiful ones can be sometimes!
	My sexual interests veered to the extreme. I had been trained as a
fisting top in my forties but even that dried up rather when I got together
with my partner. I liked fisting dirty with that great feeling when you see
half your arm sliding free from a guy's arse covered in brown. I also had
gotten into shit both feeding and eating as well as every other aspect of
the art. I also has a sado side where I enjoyed cock and ball torture,
squeezing a guy's balls till he moaned in both pleasure and pain. I found
spanking a smooth arse most entertaining especially in the course of
Uncle/Nephew roleplay. Recently I had gotten into ball kicking in boots and
wanted to gantize a guy's filthy hole with my feet. So, a kinky guy as you
can see and not really my partner's idea of fun at all.
	Josˇ called round with some equipment for the training of the
plants. When he had stored it he asked if we'd like to go for a
coffee. Cafe culture was almost a religion where we lived. My partner had a
bit of a headache but I said I would go with him. So off we went in his
sports car. As we drove through the village he suggested we go for a coffee
at his farm as I had never seen it before. I agreed and we drove a mile or
two out of the village to a really quite remote rural area. The gate was
electronic and I noted well kept stone walls up to six feet surrounding the
property. The drive was quite long wending its way through an orange tree
orchard to a low, spanish hacienda style, house. We parked the car and
entered the cool of the interior after the summer sun outside. He asked if
I would rather have a beer and I said yes as it was so hot. He conducted me
into a spacious lounge with a leather suite of furniture and I sat on the
sofa whilst he disappeared into the kitchen to get a could of beers. He
returned with a couple of beers. I had been taking in the room. It was
quite big and the walls had a few paintings which I noted were all of young
men, some clothed and some not. There were also many photographs of Josˇ
with his running buddies all mainly stripped to the waist. There was not a
single woman in sight.
	We chatted as we drank and he suggested I might like to spend the
night soon and have a meal so he would not have to drive after drinking
greatly. My mind went into overdrive and I wondered how I could engineer a
night of freedom away from my partner. Just to let myself relax would be so
great. I made an arrangement for that weekend. We talked about many things
. He was interested in so many subjects that interested me too. I did say
to him that my partner had been a bit isolationist recently, not wanting to
go out preferring to enjoy the garden in the sun. Would he be offended if
it was only me who came. Oh he would not mind at all and he grinned. I
swear he deliberately opened the gap between his legs to show off his
bronzed upper legs now on plain view up his shorts. We chatted for a good
hour and then he had an afternoon appointment so he drove me back. That
evening I contacted my friend in the city and arranged a cover story that I
was staying with her that weekend overnight. My partner knew it was
sometimes better to stay over to avoid late buses back out of the city at
night so he was quite okay when I told him. I arranged for Josˇ to pick
me up in the village early that Saturday afternoon. I was really looking
forward to it.
	When he picked me up he was dressed in a cut off vest and very
short legged shorts. I was similarly dressed and slipped into the passenger
seat. The only problem with my shorts was that I truly hate those inner
netting bits so I always cut them out. I never wear underpants so there was
a danger with some pairs that my bits, even though my cock is small,
jutting out on show. I had forgotten that this pair of shorts were
particularly bad for this......or had I subliminally chosen them just
because of that ? We drove to his farm and this time he emerged from the
kitchen with a cooler with many bottles of beer on ice. We soon got into
serious drinking and he perched himself on the sofa next to me. His hand
kept patting my leg as he smiled at me. I knew I was getting hard and sure
enough my cut cock exceeded expectations and began to show below the
hitched up leg of my shorts. To my surprise his next pat of my leg which
was on that side, stayed poised on my legs and brushed the tip of my
cock. There was a sizeable lump forming in his tight shorts too. He grinned
knowingly and suggested it was too hot for the vests. With that he stripped
off his and threw it across the room to reveal a smooth tanned chest with
tight stomach. Rather reluctantly I did the same but there was no look of
disappointment on his face to my profound relief.
	Our talk got on to his break up and I asked if there were any
particular reasons it had happened. The reasons he trotted out were much
like why I no longer had sex with my partner and I shared this with him. He
moved closer looking into my eyes, Before I knew it our faces were closing
upon each other and our lips met in a single kiss. However once met out
mouths closed on each other time and again and the passion of our kissing
became intense as our tongues explored each other's mouths and throats. He
said He had wanted this a long time but thought I was a one man guy. I
explained between slobbering wet embraces the fundamental differences
between my partner and me. I even let out all my kinks. You'd think at this
stage he would be put off but if anything his pressing his not sweating
chest against mine, his hands exploring my body just increased in
intensity. He kissed my neck and licked my throat and I reciprocated my
hands seeking to delve below the waist band of his shorts. His cock was
slippery with precum as was mine and his fingers slipped up and down my
exposed column of Eros.
	He pulled me to my feet, grabbed the ice bucket and led me by the
hand to an inner door. Within stairs led downward into a basement kitted
out for sexual pleasure. There was a well appointed sling hung from the
ceiling and a king size bed with a rubber sheet covering it's top. There
was a shower over a wet room floor in the corner and all sorts of dildos
and sex equipment on shelves around the room. There was also a giant TV
with video equipment and a massive selection of videos. He had obviously
planned this room a long time and I now understood why his family had
hardly ever gone there and why the basement door was locked stopping prying
eyes or accidental discovery.
	Josˇ led the way to the bed hauling down my shorts and his. Both
cocks were taut with desire and mine had excelled expectations. Although
rather short it is fat and the mushroom head is a glorious deep colour. His
cock was long, at least eleven inches in length but slim like the rest of
his body. We stripped out socks and stacked them out of the way so they
would remain clean. We took each other's cocks in hand whilst we kissed
again and then he drew me down onto the bed. After a snort of poppers he
retrieved long boot laces from a drawer and set too lacing and tying my
cock and balls so they remained tight and full with a deep red colour as
the blood which had pumped into my cock was restrained and my erection
preserved. I then did the same for him. We admire each other's sex columns
and took up a sixty nine to lick and suck on each other's cocks. This
seemed to last hours what with the attention I gave with my tongue to his
balls as well as his mushroom head. His cock was cut the same as mine and
it made for that great sensation when licked and stroked in a point just
behind the head. At the same time his finger, which he had wetted in his
mouth, explored my arse hole gently pushing it into my hole. I did the same
but my finger easily penetrated his shithole whereas mine is, even now,
quite tight.
	Soon our tongues moved to rimming in earnest. His arse was dirty to
say the least. I don't think he could ever use toilet paper as the taste of
his arse was pure shit; and so pure heaven for me. My tongue penetrated his
hole easily and the tip touched a waiting turd. I gently caressed this lump
of knobbly shit and dreamed of it falling into my mouth. At this point he
moved to another draw and came back with some coke. Powdered we sniffed a
line or two each. I was used to stimulants from my fisting days and was not
judgmental. I would never become a druggy and recognised their potency in
enhancing the pleasure of sex and as this looked as if it would veer
towards the extremities, I felt good about taking them with a guy I deeply
wanted in every way imaginable.
	He suggested the sling and allowed me to aid him into the
straps. The sight of his ankles securely fastened in those leather straps
just made me harder. I knew he wanted fisting but I had even more creative
ideas. I asked what lube he wanted. He suggested feeling inside the drawer
by the door for a suitable lube. I found a large plastic container full of
slowly maturing turds. I brought them over to his obvious satisfaction and
delight but said that whilst their smell filled the room I would enjoy
eating out his hole. I seated myself on a fisting stool and so was deep
within his arse with my tongue and finger tips. The turd I'd felt before
was being pushed forward by his arse muscles as he strained to evacuate the
shit. I helped him slightly with my finger whilst placing my lips to catch
his booty. The turd eased out of his arse, a long smooth turd, which
slipped between my lips so I could truly enjoy the feel of its length
squeezing into my mouth. I started to chew on it and it broke off still not
fully emerged yet. As the rest came forth I took it in hand, and, whilst
standing so he could see, as he sniffed more poppers, my eating and chewing
on the turd in my mouth, showing him it with my lips stretched open, I
moulded the rest in my hand, and smeared its gorgeousness on my stiff cock
and balls. Leaning across his body I shared the turd in my mouth with him
in a sensational shit kiss whilst that wonderful odour of sweat and shit,
so much a part of shit sessions, filled the air around us.
	By now I wanted my fist in his arse. I slowly penetrated his hole
using shit from the container using it to coat my hands as I had decided
this would be a fisting using both hands independently and then as a double
fist as his arse hole seemed so flexible. Obviously he had experience even
if his wife had never suspected. No guy has such a 'suck you in' arsehole
without such prior times of engorgement. The slurp of the shit as it
greased my right fist was alluring. It slipped inside with a satisfying
suck as though he wanted my arm all at once. I worked my way in revolving
my wrist and, as I got deeper my arm. Crouching I turned my body to get the
right angle on deeper penetration, greasing my arm as more went into his
eager shithole. Every now and then I would ease out that hand and enter
again with the other. Deeper and deeper as my arms grew totally browned by
his internal as well as the container shit. I found my own urge to shit
growing and forced out a turd which I made him lick before pushing it into
his hole to mix with his own shit. I penetrated with my left half way to
the elbow but with my natural right fist I went deeper and as he groaned,
expelled air, dribbled his precum, I pushed further than my elbow and
almost to my shoulder. Only once before had I fisted so deep. That was with
a German guy in Brussels who took every inch of my arm he was so open. Now
my fingers felt the pulse of his veins showing my depth and intimacy with
his tubes. My upper body was becoming covered in shit and my sweat slicked
its potency on my very soul. This was what I had been made for and here was
a willing shitman enjoying every minute of it.
	With my free hand I fondled my own tied cock and balls and squeezed
his in a vice like grip. He seemed to so soak up the pleasure/pain of such
pressure on his balls. I took each ball into my mouth both sucking and
chewing on each ball till I thought I could eat his very flesh. He
meanwhile toyed with his tits pinching them as I tortured his balls and
eased more arm into his arse. This guy was insatiable and I loved
it. Eventually I eased my other hand into his hole too. I had treble fisted
one dear friend with the aid of two other guys once and the feel of my two
hands in his arse made me want to climb inside his shithole and live in his
bowel forever. Soon I eased both hands out and replaced them with my still
stiff cock. Nothing like a fist for him but bareback shit fucking has its
own sensual qualities for both him and for me. Grabbing his balls and
twisting them to stop any premature ejaculation n his part, I pushed my
throbbing, deep ruby cock into his shit filled hole. Gyrating it penetrated
deeper than I would have thought and then his arse lips closed on my stem
making each pump of his arse a sensual erotic pleasure for me too. I fucked
long and hard till my juices squirted into his arse, My cock did not go
soft however; it wanted more of him.
	Helping him from the sling we embraced, his hands taking on the
shit covering my upper body and his lower. His legs were streaked with shit
where I had tenderly stroked them whilst fisting his arse. Soon, and with
yet more, now stinking, turds from the box, our bodies were covered in
brown heaven. He led me back to the bed and whilst he sprawled on the
rubber sheet, his eyes craving more, I covered my foot and toes in shit. He
opened his legs whilst holding them up with his hands exposing his glorious
shithole again. He pushed revealing a superb rosebud just begging for
it. Balancing carefully I touched his hole with my toes. I then eased the
top of my foot into the already gaping door to his arse. It is not so easy
foot fisting and I was not so experienced however I was able to push all my
toes and half the length of my foot into his arse. I kicked his arse whilst
doing this forcing my foot in a little deeper. The feeling was intense. I
would ease my foot out and kick his balls as though playing soccer and
whilst he moaned, replace it in his arse once more.
	Josˇ was certainly worked up. When I finally removed my foot he
pulled me down, coated my arse with shit from his own and lunged his long
cock into my hole not pausing but pushing hard so I took his whole length
in one shit covered stab. raising my legs he fucked me as though he had
been having me all our lives while I sniffed poppers to offset the pain of
his swift and violent entry. His stem pulsed within me as he pumped its
length in and out of my hole. All the while a wild and abandoned look was
in his eyes that were fixed upon mine in a holding glare that spoke of
intense mutual erotic pleasure. It was as though we were involved in some
ancient erotic ritual worship of a phallic god and indeed Our future
sessions were all conducted in this intense need to share shit and
cum. When he came it was long and I felt as though he was filling me with
his juices. However even when his jerking ceased his cock remained within
me. His eyes rolled upwards, his hands on his tits, squeezing to the point
of drawing blood, and I found my bowel being hosed with his piss as he
relieved himself of all the beer. I asked him to withdraw before finishing
that golden shower and to piss directly on my balls and the skin between
them and my legs. This is a particularly sensitive area for me and I crazed
having a guy piss on me there. Indeed, the sensation was very intense and
even if my cock had have collapsed it would have been made stiff in an
instant by this torrent of hot piss.
	When he finished, and with shit and piss leaking from my hole, I
entered him again doggy style and pissed into him too. The release of the
fluid just added to the intense love I felt for this guy at that
moment. Having pissed I went to the shelves and selected a riding crop
which I slashed against his buns till they were red and streaked with short
slash marks. He grabbed the crop and did the same to me then kicked my cock
and balls with his naked foot. I had been used to giving rather than
receiving torture but found I enjoyed each moment in an ecstasy that I had
not felt with any previous sex partner. Swapping back and forth we beat
each other's arses.
	Eventually, our violent passion sated we rested on the bed, now
covered in shit, and held each other. That night we repeated all I have
described many, many times. In the months and years to follow our enjoyment
increased if it is at all possible. We made trips to cellars and dungeons
all over northern europe, which I covered as being research trips, and
demonstrated our commitment to shit and piss play with other men not afraid
to worship at the altar of Shit Eros.

	Much of this story comes, in part, from my own desires and any wish
to seriously share such pleasures with me in the future are most welcome. I
sincerely hope you enjoyed this tale of lust and I wish to thank one
particular friend in Germany who inspired me to write once more. Please let
me know if you liked the story at Brownluster7@protonmail.com

thanks
Brownluster