Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2012 14:54:46 -0600 (MDT)
From: kellogg@dim.com
Subject: Morning by Mudcub

Morning by Mudcub

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When I woke up, Joe's big arms were wrapped around me. He was snoring into
my ear, and his breath didn't smell too good. But I didn't mind. He's my
big ol' bear.

Joe is 6 foot 4, and every inch of him is covered in dark brown fur. All
except for maybe his big bald head. But I love him for that. He's between
250 and 270 pounds, depending on if he's been hitting the weights at the
gym. I could feel the heat from his body against my back, his chest hairs
rubbing against my spine. We both sleep in the nude, and I love feeling
when our legs intertwine while we're sleeping.

But what I felt that morning most of all was Joe's hard dick rubbing
against my ass. Joe always gets a big piss hard-on when he wakes up. He
says he doesn't remember his dreams, but they must be erotic ones, 'cause
most mornings Joe murmurs in his sleep - deep moans of pleasure. I wonder
what he's imagining this morning, because it's made his dick hard as
steel.

I open my eyes and look at the alarm clock. Seven a.m., but since this is
a Saturday, I we don't have to get up for a long time. Joe and I can have
a long slow morning eating breakfast and reading the newspaper. But first
a few hours of passionate sex.

The idea gets me hard, and I reach over to the nightstand where I keep a
bottle of lube. It has a pump top, so I didn't have to roll away from
Joe's embrace in order to get a big hand of goo. I rub it all over my
dick, feeling my cock harden as I do it. I try not to jiggle the bed too
much so Joe doesn't wake up. I rub some lube all over my balls, too. I
shaved my pubes and sack the day before, so all that lubrication feels
great rubbing all over my crotch. I start to hump my back a little bit,
grinding into Joe, feeling his hard dick slide up and down my asscrack.
For his part, Joe just grunts once and pulls me tighter into his embrace,
not even waking up a bit.

I take this an opportunity to go further, and with my right hand, mash
down on the plunger for another hand of lube. I reach down between my
legs, and slather the goo all up and down my taint, up my butt and over my
asshole. It feels great - I had shaved that part too, so now everything's
all slick down there. Two of my tigers slide up my asshole, smearing some
lube up there, too. I feel my asshole open up like it's hungry.

I pull my hands up, and sink back into Joe's sleepy hug. I start moving my
pelvis back and forth, and feel Joe's hard dick riding up and down my
crack. It flops down, and I catch it between my thighs, his dick trapped
beneath my own balls.

I don't know if you've ever hand someone fuck your thighs, but trust me...
it works really good. With all that lube, it's almost better than fucking
someone's hole. I clenched down my legs and squeezed his dick as hard as I
could, while moving back and forth. This made Joe stir a bit, and he made
a pleasure noise in his throat. Grrr.

Two minutes of this, and my own dick was wanting release. I started
jacking off with my hand, while humping Joe. Finally, I couldn't take any
more. I wanted him in me. My hole was dilated, and I knew how good it
would feel to have a dick inside of me. I was already lubed up so...

Ah, fuck! That felt so good. With one stroke, I slid my ass around Joe's
pole. I laid there panting a bit, seeing if Joe would wake up. I wasn't
sure - I could hear my own heartbeat in my head, or maybe it was the sound
of my throbbing dick pulsing with blood.

I could feel Joe inside me, filling me up. My ass was milking him, without
even moving. I clenched my hole tight, and relaxed. Tighten and relax.
Man, that felt so good. Kind of like doing kegels, Joe's dick barely
pressing against my prostate.

I was trying hard trying not to wake Joe up. But I was so lost in my own
pleasure I didn't realize that the big bear was looking at me and smiling.
He whispered in my ear, "Fuck yeah... that's the way I like to wake up."

I started to say, "Good morning," but I didn't get the words out. The
being bear rolled on top of me, pressing me into the bed with his body
weight. Damn, the guy was big! He squeezed all the air out of my lugs, but
still had his big hairy forearms wrapped around my chest.

Yeah. this was better. Joe could really get some plowing going in this
position instead of side-to-side. His dick went further into me, hitting
my sweet spot, that center of pleasure inside my ass. Then, he pulled his
groin up a bit, and sank into me again, going a little further. And again,
every time, I swear his dick got bigger and fuller.

Mmmm, this was lazy morning fucking. Joe would pull out, then let his body
weight sink back into me, pressing me into the bed. Then, he'd lay there a
minute until I thought he was falling asleep again. But then he'd pull out
again and repeat the pistoning.

Man I love to be fucked. And when Joe's in a sleepy mood like this, he can
go for hours. But I couldn't. I usually have to take a crap when I wake
up, almost as bad as Joe has to piss. And Joe's slow fucking had really
stirred things up. I felt a strong cramping in my bowels, as Joe's dick
starting mashing my morning shit into mud.

But Joe didn't care, and I didn't either. I took the pillow under my head,
and shoved it under my groin. Joe reached under and pulled my dick back so
it was bent backwards towards my feet. He knows I can't cum this way - Joe
didn't want me to shoot too soon and lose my edge.

With the pillow, my ass was up in the air, and Joe could really get some
leverage. He was fully awake now, and started really slamming into me. I
could feel the sweat start to drip from his hairy armpits, as he was doing
pushups against the mattress to pull out of me. Eventually, he got into a
rhythm, letting the bed rock back and forth with his motion. I just
relaxed and tried to take the punishment.

And that was the problem. As I relaxed, my morning shit started to bubble
out. During one long stroke where Joe almost pulled all the way out, I
farted and could smell shit. Suddenly, Joe's strokes feel a lot more
slick, as my hot wet shit started to ooze around his shaft..

Joe smelled it as soon as I did. But that's the thing about the big bear -
he gets excited by raunch as much as I do. The minute the rank odor
started to fill the bedroom, I heard him yell. "Fuck yeah!" and he started
going into a frenzy.

Joe can fuck better than anyone I've ever met. There have been days I
couldn't walk straight after one of our shitfuck sessions. I could barely
see straight. So I closed my eyes as just let it happen.

Joe was hunched into me, trying to shove his dick as far up my ass as
possible. Every time he pulled out, a fresh pile of shit squeezed out of
my abused hole. Then, when he rammed into me again, the shit would
splatter - all over my ass cheeks, all over the bedsheets, even onto the
floor a bit. Joe built up a mound of shit clinging to his public hair... a
stinking mass of brown mush that I could feel every time he slid his
entire length into me.

The fucking went on for some time. The top of my dick was rubbing on the
pillow, oozing precum. I could feel Joe's balls press into mine, all wet
with shit. The pressure made my balls ache, like being punched in the nuts
repeatedly. I grabbed handfuls of the sheets with my hands, squinting my
eyes at the pain and pleasure of it all. It was heaven.

After a while, I had no shit left. My asshole was wide open and relaxed.
Joe hadn't cum yet, but he stopped, his dick buried deep within me. I
wasn't sure what he was doing - maybe he was tired and was falling asleep
again. But soon I figured out what was going on. I felt a hot rush inside
me ass, and an uncomfortable pressure as a lot of liquid started flowing
backwards into my guts.

Joe was pissing into me. He was relieving his piss hard-on, and using me
as the urinal. Joe loves to piss inside me, and since there was no more
shit in my ass, there was lots of room for Joe's piss. Well, a not lot of
room - and Joe could piss a LOT. And soon I was feeling really full.
Really REALLY full.

Joe was empty, but his dick was still hard, so he started fucking me
again. My guts were so full of piss, I swear I could hear myself sloshing.
It felt very uncomfortable, like I had to shit any minute. "Um," I said,
"I gotta git up". I tried to slide out from under him.

Joe grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back, slamming me back to
the bed. "No you don't!" he growled.

I looked down. Fuck, we sure destroyed the bedsheets and the pillow
beneath me. But now I was worried I would destroy the mattress too. I
tried to clench my ass together - I tried to squeeze my hole as tight as
possible. But the relentless fucking of the last half and hour had really
loosened it up. And every time I tried to clamp it together, Joe's huge
dick pried me open again.

Joe's dick was like a plunger, forcing more piss into me. But I was
shitting it out just as fast. A huge pool of brown piss was forming under
me, but Joe didn't stop. The piss enema really cleaned me out, so I could
feel every inch of Joe's dick. The flowing piss washed away a lot of the
shit, and now there was no lube up in there. And Joe's piss wasn't very
sticky.

"Uh," I gasped, "No, seriously. I gotta stop."

Joe looked disappointed. "Ok," he said, rolling off me. Damn, the
bedsheets were soaked. They smelled terrible. Shit covered everything: the
bed, me, and Joe.

"But you look like you still could keep going," Joe said, looking down at
my crotch. My dick still stood erect, a strand of precut dripping from it
down to the stained sheets. My balls were tight and purple. Yeah, I really
wanted to cum.

"Yeah", I said. I wanted more.

With one big paw, Joe pushed me down on my back into a 69 position. I
watched as his dick moved toward my face. Tons of shit was caked onto his
pubic hair, his dick a solid brown mass from all my shit. And now it was
headed right to my face.

I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I was prepared for the smell... a
stronger version of the stink that we were both laying in. But I wasn't
ready for the taste. As Joe's big gooey dick slid between my lips, I could
taste the bitter mush on my tongue, like mashed potatoes but with an
overpowering flavor.

I couldn't concentrate on sucking Joe's dick, because as soon as I was
blowing him - he was blowing me. Oh my god it felt so good as Joe licked
my aching dick, his lips and tongue swallowing it entirely. I wanted to
scream from the pleasure, and I might have if Joe's cock wasn't filling my
mouth. Plus, when Joe plunged all his weight into my face, his bush
covered up my nose and I couldn't breathe.

It was scary, being held down my all his weight, unable to see, with shit
in my nose. I quickly sucked some shit off Joe's dick and swallowed hard,
and this allowed me to get some rancid air from around Joe's filthy shaft.
Joe pulled out a bit and I gasped for air. Then he stuck his dick back
into me with a powerful thrust, hitting the back of my throat and making
me gag.

I was concentrating so hard on trying to breathe and not puke, that I
didn't notice Joe stick two fingers up my asshole. Joe was still lying on
top of me, sucking my dick as hard as he could. But now he was working my
prostate from the inside, rubbing two fingers all over it as far as he
could go. I felt like I could shoot any second.

It was sloppy - man it was sloppy. My cheeks and chin was covered in shit.
But I managed to suck Joe's dick back to a pink color, and licked some
shit off his balls. I'd like to say I got used to the taste, but I never
did. Every time Joe fuck my face as hard as he could, that nasty flavor of
his piss mixed with my crap made me want to puke. But I didn't want to get
the sheets covered in vomit, too.

I felt Joe pause at the top of his stroke, and I swear I could feel his
dick quiver in my mouth... a vibration like it was full of electricity. Then
with a big bear roar, Joe yelled out with an orgasm, and suddenly my mouth
was filled with his cum. Joe's semen filled my cheeks and dribbled down my
chin. I swear some shot out my nose.

I thought about how my mouth was a sewer filled with piss, shit, and cum...
I felt like I had just eaten breakfast, my guts full of slime and filth.
The thought made me cum, too, and Joe pulled his mouth off my dick just in
time to see me erupt all over my belly. Joe worked my prostate the whole
time I was shooting, milking it with his fingers to see how much cum he
could get to shoot out.

Finally, Joe rolled off me, and we both lay in bed gasping. Joe's
breathing started to slow down, and I noticed his eyes were closed.
"Dude," I asked, "you sleeping?"

Joe squinted at me with one eye, "Yeah, I'm goin back to bed fer a bit,"
he grunted.

"'K," I said, and I shifted in the bed so we were both facing the same
direction again, sliding a filthy pillow under my head. Fuck, I'd have to
work on cleaning the sheets later.

Joe rolled over on his side and instantly fell asleep. I always envied him
for that talent. I spooned Joe - this time our roles were reversed. I
wrapped my arms around him from behind, my dick still oozing out cum that
dripping onto Joe's hairy ass. Both of us covered in shit and piss,
stinking to high heaven. Dripping with sweat, and my asshole sore and
still farting out a piss enema.

The last thing I heard Joe say was, "You sleep in the wet spot."