Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2002 17:44:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: Funked Up (Raunch, Scat)

Disclaimer:

The following story may be inappropriate or offensive to some readers.
Therefore if graphic sexual depictions involving men into raunch and
scat is objectionable to you or if you are under the age of eighteen,
STOP HERE!

Funked Up
by Rim4you

Prologue

The gym:  it could be anywhere.  In this day and age when guys are into
pumping up, it can serve as a focal point in a man's hectic schedule.
It can also serve as a place where a guy becomes aroused sexually with
the sights, sounds and smells of masculinity all around.

It was part of my routine, at least every other day, to unwind at the
local health club especially after a long, tedious day at the office.  I
preferred the gym to the bath-house not only because a strenuous
workout, in time, produced noticable physical results but that seeing
hunky guys scantily clad, leaving something to the imagination, whereas
at the baths everything was so blatantly exposed, I found to be much
more alluring.

It was a hunt that required a little more effort but nonetheless, in the
end, if I was lucky, paid off handsomely.

I was not one to conquer or be conquered easily.  For that the local
truck stop off of the interstate would suffice.  I preferred a slow,
almost predatory hunt.  And for that the gym was the ideal place.

Chapter 1

As I drove to the gym on that warm, sunny Saturday in August, my arousal
was growing stronger by the minute.  With the car windows rolled down
and the humid air swirling around me, I could feel the sweat trickling
from my armpits and coursing down the sides of my body.  Having skipped
showering since my last workout at the gym on Thursday, the musky scent
emanating from every pore of my body wafted up my nostrils and,
perceiving this, made my cock stir within the confines of my unwashed
jockstrap.

Lucky for me that I worked as a manager at a warehouse, surrounded by
men used to the aroma of other men which allowed me to go for days on
end without bathing.

Pulling into the parking lot of the gym, I gave my twitching cock a firm
squeeze after which I ran my hand into my already sweaty armpit and
copped a whiff of my funk.

'Oh yeah!'  I sighed, slamming my car door shut, passing my fingers
under my nose and sniffing.  'Nice and ripe!'

Ever since I had hit puberty I had found the scent of man to be
intoxicating and sexually stimulating.  Many were the times that I
jacked off with my face buried into my brother's grundgy sneaker or his
sweat soaked jockstrap, inhaling his funky aromas.

As an adult, this form of stimulation had ripened, so to speak, to
fingering my moist, sweaty asshole, especially after a long, hard day at
work and my unwashed hole yielded its pungent, fermented fragrance which
drove me wild and my cock throbbing and dripping with perverted lust.

I spotted him right away as he swaggered into the font door of the gym
ahead of me clutching his gym bag in his hand.  My eyes immediately
riveted upon the twin mounds of his full butt, barely contained within
the thin nylon of his scanty gym shorts which seemed to cling to each
buttcheek and perfectly frame and mold to the contours of his ass.

Within the gym I kept my eyes on him.  As he moved from one workstation
to the next I absorbed him.  His skin was of an olive hue and glistened
with sweat.  Deep, piercing blue eyes peered out from a face with a long
nose, full lips and a square jaw that dimpled in the center.  A shock of
jet black hair, which curled in ringlets, tumbled from his head and
cascaded over his broad shoulders.  His firm, sculpted chest with
quarter sized, erect nipples, coated with a fine mat of swirling hair,
tapered seductively to a washboard stomach from which, over the
waistband of his shorts, riding low on his hips, revealed a line of hair
from his navel which disappeared into his inviting, bulging basket.  His
beefy, muscular thighs made me wonder what it would be like to be held
in a vice grip by them.

I watched every move he made; every muscle ripple.  When he bent over
and his shorts streatched tautly over the globes of his ass revealing
the straps of his jockstrap hugging his ass, I panted with lust and
desire.

I listened to the deep, gutteral sounds of his voice, grunting under the
strain of his workout.

I yearned to taste the sweat dripping from his hairy armpits and to
smell the testorone charged aroma they yielded.

I wanted to leap from the bench where I was doing my presses and bury my
face into his ass, savoring his most personal scent and tangy flavor.

"Will you spot me?"  He asked, in a voice drenched with a heavy Italian
accent.

"Me?"  I stammered.

"If you don't mind."

"Sure.  No problem!"  I practically gasped.

"I'm sorry," he replied, with a smile.  "I should have introduced myself
first.  I'm Lucca.  And you are?"

"Jeff."  I responded, sitting up to accept his firm handshake.  "I'd be
happy to spot you."

"Thanks!"  He replied.

As I spotted him, my eyes roamed over his muscular body.  With his legs
outstreatched over the workout bench, his bulging crotch seemed to
thrust tauntingly towards me.

>From time to time his eyes would meet mine and he would smile, flashing
me with his pearly white teeth.

I wondered, as he gazed up at me, if he could detect the rising bulge
between my legs and the aroma of my sweaty crotch?

Lucca thanked me for spotting him and shortly thereafter, disappered
towards the lockeroom.

Chapter 2

As I entered the lockeroom I caught a glimpse of Lucca, naked, clutching
a towel and stepping into the sauna.

My heart pounded in my chest as I caught sight, if but for a fleeting
moment of his nakedness.  Looking down at the bench in front of the row
of lockers I noticed the black shorts Lucca had been wearing.  I could
see, within the folds of the material, his jockstrap and on the floor,
his sneakers with his sweatsocks dangling out of them.

I looked around to see if anyone else was in the lockeroom.  It was
deserted.  Gazing at Lucca's clothes I could perceive my breath rising
and falling in short gasps and my cock twitching with excitement.

I sat down on the bench next to Lucca's discarded clothes.  Why hadn't
he put them into the locker?  Was this an invitation to ...?

Groping my stiffening cock, I ran my hand over Lucca's shorts.  It was
moist to the touch.  Fumbling through the folds of the material I
exposed his jockstrap.

My heart was racing now as I gazed upon that which had cradled his cock
and balls.  I sighed as I gazed upon a jockstrap that was thread bare
from constant use.  The band was tattered and the word 'Bike,' which
denoted the brand of jockstrap, was barely visible.  The pouch, once a
pristine white, was now a dindgy, almost yellowish-brown color.  It
appeared as though Lucca had rarely, if at all, washed his jockstrap.

My cock flagged full staff as I ran my fingers over the moist pouch and
perceived a sour, tangy aroma curling up my nose.

Sliding off of the bench onto my knees, my breaths raspy with lust, I
yanked the front of my shorts down, freeing my aching, throbbing cock.
Gliding my hand up and down my sweaty shaft I pressed my face into the
grundgy pouch of Lucca's jockstrap.

The pungent, ripe fumes of Lucca's jockstrap curled, like rising smoke,
up my nostrils and filled my head with his stench.  Again and again I
breathed his stink as I pummelled my cock with one hand and, with the
other, groping along the floor, dragged my fingers over and into his
sneakers which I perceived to be moist.

'Fuck!'  I moaned, my voice echoing in the empty lockeroom, as I flung
my head back and pressed Lucca's sneaker onto my face and sniffed.

Like the jockstrap, Lucca's sneaker was permeated with a funky
fragrance.  Taking my hand off of my dick, I grabbed Lucca's jockstrap
and stuffed it into his sneaker and huffed its combined aroma.  Its
robust stench sent waves of goose pimples rippling up and down my spine
and my throbbing cock dripped its juices onto the lockeroom floor.

'Mmmmmm!  Mmmmmm!'  I moaned, as I opened my mouth and darted out my
tongue to savor the flavor of Lucca's grundgy pouch and his equally
raunchy sneaker.

Taking his jockstrap into my mouth I sucked at the moist juices thinking
that if he kept his cock and balls encased in such tangy and ripe
smelling filth, what did his cock, or better yet, his ass smell like?

Would his butthole yield a similar stench or would it, god forbid, be
squeaky clean?

With trembling knees I rose, dropping Lucca's sneaker from my face and
stripped out of my clothes.  Naked, with my cock bobbing up and down, I
made my way towards the sauna.

Chapter 3

Amidst a cloud of swirling steam I saw Lucca leaning against the back
wall of the sauna, his legs outstreatched and spread wide.  With one
hand he tugged at the pendlous orbs of his low hanging balls while with
the other he stroked his long, thick cock.

"Jeff!"  Lucca whispered, in a low seductive voice, betraying his own
deep lust.

"Lucca!"  I replied, walking slowly towards him and sinking to my knees
before him, buried my face into his sweaty crotch, sweeping his balls
into my mouth.

"Oh fuck!"  Lucca moaned, his hand gliding up and down his dick.  "Suck,
Jeff!  Suck on my balls!"

"Mmmmm!  Mmmmmm!"  I moaned, sucking and nibbling on the cum filled
orbs.  "Tastes so fucking good, Lucca!"

"I'm dirty, Jeff!"  Lucca groaned.  "I'm all sweaty and I haven't
showered in several days."

"Aaahhh ... fuck!"  I wailed, pushing his legs up and back, exposing his
hairy ass trench.  "You're so fucking hot, man!"

"Do I taste and smell stink, Jeff?"

"Oh yeah!"  I sighed, sniffing and slurping at his balls.  "You stink,
Lucca!  You stink the way I like it!"

"Yeah?"  Lucca whispered.  "You like the way I stink?"

"Fuck yeah!"  I groaned, lifting his nuts and sniffing the area just
under his balls and at the entrance to his buttcrack.  "You fucking
smell like man, Lucca.  All man!"

"Then if its stink you want,"  Lucca replied, seductively, "then smell
my ass, Jeff!  "Smell my stinky ass!"

I dragged my nose through the forest of swirling hair savoring, with
each whiff, how the closer I got to Lucca's fuckhole, the more pungent
and robust the aroma became.

"Yeah!  Smell my dirty mancunt!"  Lucca moaned, pulling his asscheeks
apart and revealing his brown tinged, puckered asslips.

I rubbed my nose over the flaring, moist rosebud and sniffed the stench
of raw manpussy.  It was stink beyond my wildest dreams and dirty.
Clinging to the hairs immediately surrounding Lucca's asshole, I could
see clumps, juicy tid-bits of what I knew to be, shit.  Either Lucca was
not to keen on personal hygine or he took satisfaction and sexual pride
in having a dirty, stinky butt.

I was convinced of the latter as I swirled my tongue over the filthy,
smelly hole and listened to Lucca's grunts and groans of lust.

"Eat my filthy cunt, Jeff!  Taste my stink, man!"  Lucca groaned,
grinding his ass onto my face.

"Fucking pig!"  I sighed, sucking on his asslips and sweeping the filth
from his butthairs into my mouth.  "Fucking nasty cunt, man!  Fucking
stink!"

"You like smelling and eating dirty manpussy don't you, Jeff?"

"Yes!  Yes!"  I practically sobbed, with perverse desire.  "Your stink
tastes so fucking good."

All the while my cock jerked, twitched and throbbed.  It didn't need my
hand to satisfy its lust.

"Keep that up, Jeff ... eating my ass and I'm bound to ..."

"Shit!"  I gasped, probing my tonge deep into his slopchute.

"That's nasty, Jeff."

"I want it nasty, Lucca!  I want your stink.  All of it, man!  Give it
to me!  I want your shit!  Feed me!"

"I don't know, Jeff!"  Lucca moaned, pounding his cock.  "I don't know
if I can ..."

"I'll suck it out of you, motherfucker!"  I hissed.  "Feed me your turd.
Your stinking turd!"

I clamped my lips around Lucca's asshole. I sucked and probed my tongue
as deep as I could into his anal cavity.  I was turned on by the stink
and the flavor that filled my mouth.  I was in heat.

"What if someone walks in on us, Jeff?"

"It's what you wanted all along isn't it?"  I snarled.

"But ..."

"But what?"  I hissed.  "Your ass would have still been stink and dirty
as it is now. Fucker!  You want it dirty and nasty!"

"Aaahhh!  Aaahhh!"  Lucca moaned, grunting and expelling the contents of
his ass into my open, waiting mouth.  "Eat shit, motherfucker!  Eat my
stinking turd!  Eat it!  Smear it all over my ass and eat it!"

The knotty log slipped out of Lucca's butthole into my mouth.  It was
like having a big cock shoved down your throat.  Hungrily I sucked as
much of his turd into my mouth as I could.  As he pushed more out, I
rubbed my face into it and smeared it up and down his butt trench,
coating his ass with stinky shit.

The stench quickly filled up the sauna as Lucca took, what it seemed, to
be a major dump.  The knotty, firm logs being followed by a creamier,
smellier pile of warm shit that caked itself onto my face.

Smacking my lips and chewing on his shit I heaved myself up and aiming
my dripping cock at his gaping, shitting asshole, I lunged forward,
impaling him onto my dick.

"Yeah!  Dick me!"  Lucca groaned.  "Fuck me!  Fuck my stinkhole, Jeff!
Fuck the shit out of me, man!"

I pummelled my cock in and out of his filthy manpussy.  Reaching up, I
smeared his shit over my face before bending forward to kiss him.

As my shit coated tongue entered his mouth I could feel Lucca spraying
my chest with his warm piss.

"Yeah!  Yeah!"  I moaned, sucking on his tongue and spitting shit into
his mouth.  "This is what you fucking wanted all along, huh?  To get
dicked deep, dirty and stink!  Fucking pig!  Fucking stink, shit pig!"

"Fuck me, Jeff!  Fuck the shit, piss and cum out of me!  Fuck me with
that big, nasty cock of yours!  Piss up my shitty cunt, man!"

"Yeah, Lucca!"  I hissed, furiously pounding my cock in and out of his
fuckhole.  "Want me to cum and piss us your sloppy shithole, man!"

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!  Aaaaaahhhhhh ... yes!"  Lucca groaned, as his piss
subsided and a fountain of creamy spooge churned from his balls and shot
out of his piss slit splattering onto my chest.

"Aaarrrggghhh!  Aaarrrggghhh!"  I grunted, plunging my cock deep.  "I'm
on the squirt stroke, shit pig!  Fucking gonna ..."

"Cum up my ass, Jeff!  Cum!  Cum!"

As the heat of my ejaculation subsided and as I pressed my lips wantonly
to Lucca's for a deep, nasty kiss, I withdrew my cock from the rancid,
shitty hole.  As I did so, Lucca expelled shit, piss and cum which
arched from his well fucked cunt and splattered onto the floor of the
sauna.

"Looks like we better get the hell out of here, huh Jeff?"

"Yeah.  I guess so."  I replied, licking his lips.

"Your place or mine?"  Lucca asked, licking my shit covered face.

"As long as you don't clean up your ass, I'll follow you anywhere!"  I
whispered, burying my tongue into his mouth.

"Then sniff your way to my apartment, Jeff."

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