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Remember these guys? "Ohhhhh, Yeeaah Yeeaaaah! Let me... Let me smell that shit, man. Awwwww, fuck That's a hell of a lot better turn-on than those poppers." Again and again, the boy sniffed the stench into his lungs. His lips parted, his tongue crept out, curling spoon-like into the warm, fresh softness which only minutes earlier his stud's bowels had issued to him. Eagerly, he began to pull the brown waste into his hungry mouth. "Please, Sir! I'm hungry. I'm starving for that funky turd. "Oh, Stud! Give it to me! Let mehave it! Make me take it from you. Tonight, I'm your shitlicker, turd sucker, crap-eater. Force me to go all the way in serving you." In the back of his mind he wished this scene could go on forever. Hs needed to be possessed by a man who could really put him to use. "That's it! Do your worst, Stud!" "Jerk my yearning jaws open, stuff my hungry mouth with that beautiful offering from your big, hairy, full shitter. "Yeah, force-feed me! Shit fuck my crap craving mouth." "All of it, Mister."
"Son-of-a-bitch, I want to eat all of it. Shove it on me; push it down my throat. Use me as your filthy toilet, Sir." "Look at me, SIR!" "Look at your shit in my mouth. Now you know me for the kind of kid I really am, so put me through your paces. Don't let me miss anything." "Oh, Yesssss! Use me! Make me serve you, your buddies." "Come-on, shit-face! Chew that fucking load up. Swallow that turd slowly or I'll cram this huge ram of mine inside that full mouth and pile-drive every bit of that shit straight down into your waiting belly. "That's it, boy! Take it slow. There's a hell of a lot more where that came from, and I want to give it all to you before the night's over." What a fucking turn-on this kid had become, laying there on the floor, chewing up the last of the giant turd, his enormous horse-like pecker clutched in his grimy hand. From the rock hard erection he was displaying, to the look of total satisfaction across his face, it was easy to see that he was enjoying the hell out of everything that was happening to him.
Swallowing the last of the stud's load, he looked up and saw the man laid back not far from him. Slithering across the floor, he cried out, "Let me lick your filthy hole clean, SIR. Oh, SIR! Push more shit into my mouth. MORE! MORE SHIT!!!" "I'm so fucking hungry, hungry for your shit." He loved groveling on the floor before this filthy asshole. He needed to be dominated, used, abused. "MORE!" This time it was the tongue raped man making the demand. "MORE! Use your fist!" "That's right, fucker. There's a lot more shit up this big butthole of mine, but you've gotta dive in there and get it yourself." Knowing exactly what had to be done, the kid quickly reached out, scooping up as much of the softened shit and slimy spit as he could find, and began smearing the gooey mixture around the gaping crapper. Forming a giant wedge, the fingers began sliding inside the man's butt as he strained to take them all the way. "Come-on, Shit-Freak, work on that asshole," the guy cried as he felt the fist turning, twisting, pumping deep inside his shit tunnel. It was obvious that he was really getting off on it the way he kept moaning, working his own body on it as he jerked his own fist up and down the colossal column of hard, rigid flesh which was stretching straight upward from his overgheated crotch. "That's it, boy! Spread that big ass apart and search for your dinner." Hs felt the kid's fist sliding in and out of his butthole and knew that he was driving beyond the wrist, working in a big part of his forearm. Pushing down, he tried to suck more of the arm with his eager hole.
The kid loved the way the taut asscheeks were working up and down, around his impaling fist, but he was anxious to get his whole face in there. Hs pulled back, the asshole clutching, bulging outward like a giant pair of brown, puckered lips. The steaming chute didn't want to let go of that plunging raper, that plowing fist. Twisting around onto his knees, the fisted guy, half-demanding, half pleading, cried out, "I want this asshole fucked wide open. Bust it with something. Get something big and shove it in there. Spotting an enormous rubber dick laying in the corner, the kid grabbed it. "You sure you want this dildo?" he asked. The man turned his head so that he could get a good Look at the size of it. "Hell, never in my life have I seen one as big as that, but I know that I want to have it. Yeah, I have to see what it's gonna feel like in my ass." He started moving his ass beck and forth, grinding the huge set of lips against the head of the dildo. "Come-on, kid! I can't wait to have you bust my ass with that thing." "Shit, man! You got some big, fucking asshole," the kid moaned as he screwed the incredible head of that gigantic dick all the way through the extraordinary sphincter.
Squirming, thrusting, bucking with his hips, he wanted it! He wanted it all! He wanted it bad and the kid sure as hell was not going to hold back. No! He rammed the rubber dick into the man's gut with unrelenting fury, pounding the shit out of the super eager butthole. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper, he pummeled the stud's asshole with the big, thick tool watching as his panting became very rapid as if he were suffering uncontrollable pain, but his cries were those of sheer, unabated pleasure. "Go down on it, kid! You can take it! Hell, that grubby mouth of yours is every bit as big as my crapper. So, if I can take it, you can, too." All the kid could think of was shit as he strained, his jaws aching, fucking the dildo in and out between his lips. The deep ramming caused him to gag. Shitty vomit rose into the back of his mouth, and he swallowed, reeating the bellyful, time and time again.
He had lost control, didn't care any longer how he was used. Any time, any place, any way, this shit fucking stud could have him, could use him, could give him away to be used by others. He had found what he needed. Now he would find a way to hold onto it. Unconscious of what was happening, he suddenly realized that he had taken his own prick into his hand, and without moving a finger, he had bolted a. long, sticky, steamy supply of scum out of his horse-dick and across his body. Humbled but totally unashamed of all that had happened, he lay at the feet of his STUD.
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