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The following story deals with subject matter which some readers may find objectionable. Therefore, if sexual acts between consenting men engaged in raunchy and wet activities is offensive to you, or if you are under the age of eighteen, STOP HERE!
The Stalls by Rim4you
Prologue
I guess it all began as a kid. Having three older brothers and a Dad, who showed little to no signs of modesty, probably had something to do with it.
On many occassions I'd pass by the bathroom door only to find it wide open and seeing either one of my brothers, or my Dad, standing there, cock in hand taking a leak.
I can still remember that feeling of excitement; that rush of unexplainable arousal whenever I saw my brothers or my Dad standing at the toilet relieving themselves and the expression on their faces as that pent up stream splashed into the water of the bowl.
If, by chance, they didn't flush the toilet, I'd go into the bathroom after they made their exit and stood facinated as I looked into the bowl seeing the frothy, yellowish product they'd left behind and sometimes, if the toilet hadn't been flushed after several uses, I could detect a pungent odor coming from the bowl which added to my pre-pubecent excitement.
Dad would often say, "if it's yellow, let it mellow and if it's brown, flush it down." So I had ample opportunity to nurture, unwittingly, what would develop into a fetish and sexual attraction towards urine.
By the time I hit puberty, my facination with piss reached new heights. When in the bathroom, alone for my nightly shower, after stripping down I'd rumage through the laundry hamper and retrieve a pair of one of my brother's underwear. I'd check the front of the briefs for tell-tale stains of moisture. Satisfied, I'd climb into the bathtub and lie down. Draping the briefs onto my face, I'd breathe deeply savoring the aroma while masturbating. Then, at a precise moment when I felt the urge to piss, I'd suck on the fabric and let loose a warm stream of piss all over myself and rub the golden nectar all over my youthful body, paying particular attention to working the piss into my pubic hair, asscrack and armpits, all the while sniffing and sucking on a pair of dirty briefs.
Sometimes, when I was especially aroused, after I'd urinated on myself, I'd step out of the tub and let the shower run while I sat on the toilet, dripping in my liquid waste and masturbated. Then I would allow myself to drip dry and head off to my room for the night with the stench of my own piss, dried on my body, to fuel a second masturbation session while in bed.
In time I got up the nerve to taste my own piss, allowing my yellow, piss stream to splash onto my face and flow into my mouth, savoring its tart taste.
And as time went on, I found myself kneeling in front of the toilet bowl. With my hard cock in my hand, I'd press my lips onto the cool porcelin of the toilet bowl. Dragging my tongue along the rim of the bowl, I found myself taking special delight in the mingled flavors I found there before lowering my face to within inches of the water in the toilet and lapping up the stale piss, left by my brothers and my Dad, like a dog drinking from its bowl.
By the time I was eighteen years old, I found myself quenching my thirst either directly from my cock or from the yellow, rancid water in the toilet.
My perversion, or so I thought, complete, I sought out new adventures confident with my achievements thus far.
Chapter 1
"You oughtta check it out, Matt," my best friend, Steve, said to me on a sweltering day in June not long after we had graduated from high school.
"Oh yeah?" I replied.
"Hey, man. I've had alot of action at the stalls."
"What kind of action, Steve?"
"Well, for one, you can always count on getting a good blow job."
"Yeah? What else?"
"I dunno, man. I mean ..."
"Spill it, Steve. After all, I am your best friend. We've never kept secrets before."
I lied. I'd never told Steve, nor anyone else about my facination with piss. But I knew that if I prodded Steve I could get any information I wanted out of him.
"Just between us, Matt." Steve continued, hanging his head. "I butt fucked a guy there once."
"Just once?"
"Well ..."
"Well what, Steve?"
"Okay. Several times. Satisfied?"
"Did it feel good? Fucking a guy up the ass?"
"Hell yeah, Matt! Alot tighter than pussy."
"Was it dirty back there, Steve?"
"Well, one time I fucked this guy and when I pulled out I had shit on my dick."
"What did you do then?"
"Jesus, Matt! Do you have to know every detail?"
"Yep!" I replied, conjuring up the image of my best friend fucking a guy up the ass.
"I didn't have to do anything."
"How's that?"
"Well, the dude took one look at my dick, smacked his lips and popped it into his mouth and sucked it clean."
"Oh really?" I asked, curiously.
"Yeah, man! He sucked the shit off of my dick."
"Well." I said, rather matter of factly. "If you stick your dick up someone's ass, you can expect it to be dirty. After all, that's a person's shitter you know. What would you have done if he hadn't cleaned you off?"
"I dunno, Matt. Jeez! Cleaned myself off. What else?"
"Yeah. You'd be wiping his shit off of your dick. Maybe getting some of it on your fingers. All that stinky shit!"
"Earth to Matt!" Steven quirped. "Have you gone weird on me, buddy?"
"Nope. Just curious." I replied.
"Well curiousity killed the cat, you know."
"Not this cat, Steve."
Lying in bed that night I couldn't get the image of Steve fucking a guy up the ass in a public men's room out of my head.
I had seen Steve's dick on many occassions in the lockeroom at school as well as at the urinal and it was a hefty piece of meat. We even jacked off together on several occassions but never took it to the point of sucking or fucking one another.
Yet I often wondered what it would be like to sniff and fuck Steve's hairy, bubble butt and better yet, what it would be like to piss up his ass and when he couldn't hold back, have him squirt it back out of his ass and into my mouth.
'Oh yeah!' I sighed, sliding my hand into my briefs, moistened by sweat. 'That would be so fucking hot!'
I wrapped my fingers around my clamy dick and felt it twitch at my touch. I loved those first, initial touches which sent shockwaves of excitement tingling up and down my shaft.
'How did it feel, Steve, sliding that big dick of yours up his dirty ass?' I moaned, as my cock began to jerk itself to erection. 'Did it feel nasty? Was it stink? Did it turn you on sinking your cock into a warm pile of shit up his ass? Did it seep out of his hole as you fucked him? Did he moan as you pounded his ass?'
As I fueled my imagination I tugged my briefs down and kicked them off. My rigid cock snapped back against my stomach. I looked down to watch it twitch and jerk on its own as I reached under my bed to retrieve my brother's jockstrap, which I had swiped from the clothes hamper earlier.
Clutching the moist strap in my hand I pressed it to my face and sniffed my brother's funk, savoring the stench deposited by his cock and balls embedded in the fabric as I swirled my hand over my chest, pausing to rub and pinch each hardend nipple before sweeping my hand further down, over my dripping cock to my sweaty balls which I cupped and rolled in the palm of my hand.
'Fuck, Steve!' I moaned, rubbing my finger under my hairy ball sack at the juncture of my asstrench. 'If you wanted to fuck so bad, why didn't you fuck this?'
As I whispered the word, 'this,' I slid a finger down the crack of my sweaty, hairy ass and swirled it over the moist lips of my asshole.
'I can be dirty here for you, Steve!' I sighed, probing the hole with the tip of my finger. 'I'd let you fuck my nasty butt and after, I'd suck on your dirty dick covered with my shit while you pissed down my throat!'
As I rubbed my brother's funky jockstrap over my face, I brought the finger that I had used to probe my asshole with under the jockstrap and holding it under my nostrils, took a deep whiff.
'Aw, fuck!' I moaned, sniffing my finger and taking erotic pleasure in the scent of my asshole. 'It smells so nasty! So dirty! Fuck, I love the way my ass stinks!'
In my lust and the stench of my buttfunk and the aroma of my brother's rank jockstrap swirling up my nostrils, I decided that I'd go to the place Steve referred to as 'the stalls' to check things out for myself.
Chapter 2
As I got into my car the following afternoon, a twinge of excitement coursed through my veins at the prospect of what I might encounter at the stalls, but also from the fact that I hadn't showered in three days, except in my own piss and with the sweltering heat of summer, my own body odor served to excite me further.
As I pulled out of the driveway I lifted my arm and lowering my head, copped a quick whiff of my rank armpit. As my own funk curled up my nostrils, my cock throbbed its approval.
Pulling out onto the street I headed towards Granger Park.
Arriving at the park I pulled into the parking lot and into a parking spot. I could feel the rush of exhiliration coursing through my veins. My cock was twitching wildly and oozing pre-cum in my tight, cut offs as I made my way across the picnic area and beyond the playground towards the hiking trails which meandered through the forested area of Granger Park.
As I made my way along the path in the woods I could see that others had used the cover of the woods to engage in sexual activity. I noticed discarded condoms along the trail. One caught my attention.
It appeared as if it had been recently discarded as the resevoir bulged with cum. Insuring that I was alone on the trail, I scooped up the discarded rubber and ducked behind a sprawling oak tree to examine it.
Holding the nasty object in the palm of my hand, not knowing if it had been used to fuck pussy or asshole, all that mattered was that it contained a man's seed. That was enough, in my mounting lust, for me to whip out my hard dick and pull the condom over my cock.
'Fuck yeah!' I groaned, feeling the stranger's cum wetting my dick. 'Man spunk!'
Stuffing my hard dick back into my shorts, sheathed with the discarded rubber, I continued my hike.
About fifteen minutes later, I saw a park ranger heading towards me.
"Howdy!" The ranger said, approaching me. A young, blonde stud whose uniform appeared to have been painted upon him, clinging to every muscular curve and bulge of his body.
"Hey!" I responded.
"Nice day for a hike, isn't it?" The ranger replied. "That is, if you don't mind the heat."
"Perfect." I said, feasting my eyes upon the ranger and the dark, wet circles on the fabric of his uniform under his armpits. "And as for the heat. I love it."
"Yeah. Works up a good sweat, dosen't it?" The ranger responded.
"Sure does," I said, taking note that the ranger had glanced down at my crotch as he walked passed me.
Looking down at my crotch, after waling past the ranger, I noticed a wet spot on my crotch and sliding my hand down the front of my shorts, I could feel that my pubic haris were wet with a gooey, sticky substance. It was obvious to me that the discarded rubber I sported, was oozing its contents.
Cocking my head back over my shoulder, I glanced at the back of the ranger and at the ample mounds of his ass confined within the tight uniform he had on and, in this heat, wondered at how juicy and sweaty his asstrench probably was.
'What I wouldn't do for a piece of that,' I muttered, copping a feel of my bulging basket as I continued my hike.
About a half mile into my hike, off to the left and set back from the path amidst a bramble of underbrush I spotted a ramshakle, small building. Turning off of the trail I made my way towards it. From Steve's description, I knew I had arrived at the place he referred to as the stalls.
I noticed a door, marked with weather worn letters, "MEN," in what was once, bold black letters.
Circling the structure I noticed that there wasn't a counterpart for women. From the looks of it, it appeared that the small building suffered greatly from neglect and that it had long been abandoned.
Pushing open the door, I stepped inside. Except for a single, busted window letting in the light from outside, the room appeared gloomy and dindgy.
The first thing to hit me was the stench. A foul combination of stale piss and shit wafted up my nostrils. It reminded me of my grandfather's pig barn and the old outhouse he had on his property which he retained as a novelty but, in emergencies, still served its purpose complete with a Sears catalog in place of Charmin!
As the pungent stench curled up my nostrils, causing me to initially gag, it made me wonder why Steve frequented this place? Was there a side to him, like there was of me, that we had kept hidden from one another? If he frequented such a place, was it an indication that he liked his sex dirty and seedy?
My cock throbbed with excitement at the thought and as I gazed about me, at the filth surrounding me and the stench curling up my nostrils, I slowly pulled my zipper down and yanked out my rock hard, slimey dick.
I found myself in a sewer pit of manly raunch and filth. As I looked around the dindgy room I could see every product of a man's waste.
The grundgy floor was strewn with discarded rubbers. Some still oozing their sticky contents. Across from where I stood were three urinals. Not the sleek, modern, geometrical versions, partitioned off. Rather, these urinals looked old. The type and style that resembled open faced bowls projecting from the wall and not partitioned off as if to say that the generations of men who pissed here before, weren't concerned about privacy or the need to conceal their genitals from the eyes of other men.
Stroking my sheathed cock, the stranger's cum dripping from it, seeping onto my balls and dripping onto the floor, I slowly walked towards the urinals, casting a sidewards glance to the two toilet stalls on my left. Their delapidated doors swung open on rusty hinges revealing once sparkling clean bowls, now smudged with the filth of men, reeking of stench and the only partitions in the room dividing the two toilet bowls, covered with obscene graffitti as were the walls directly behind the toilets up to the busted window above.
As I approached the urinals I could see that they were full and spilled over with piss which slimed the floor beneath them. Gazing into the bowls I could see a thick crust of stale piss in each bowl and a foul stench rising from each filthy bowl. In the bowl furthest from my right, I could see a thick, brown, knotty turd encrusted with stale piss staring at me.
It was towards this urinal, the filthiest and smelliest of the three, that I made my way shuffling my feet on the grundgy floor beneath me.
My heart was pounding in my chest as I slowly sank to my knees in front of the filthy, stench filled bowl. My demeanor was as if I had approached some sacred shrine which deserved my reverence.
Bowing my head before this shrine of stench filled man filth, I clasped the sides of the bowl feeling its gritty, caked up slime and lowered my face towards the bowl's foul contents.
My cock jerked with excitement as I sniffed the stench of the urinal's contents. A sour, pungent fragrance of fermented piss and shit wafted up my nose. A putrid scent of pure, male waste. The by-product of man's cock and shithole sent a wave of raw stench curling up my nostrils, arousing me more and more, as I slid my hand from the reeking bowl and into a pocket of my cut offs to the bottle of poppers I had brought with me.
Retrieving the brown bottle, I hastily unscrewed the cap and holding it under my nostril, inhaling deeply, took a deep hit. Instantly, a rush of exhiliration coursed through my veins.
'Fuck! Fuck!' I droaned, in a husky voice laden with pure lust, as I wrapped my lips around the rim of the filthy urinal and dragged my mouth along its contours, sweeping into my salivating mouth each and every disgusting deposit left my previous men.
As the stench shot up my nose, I flicked my tongue out and over the cool porcelin and savored the nasty flavors. My cock throbbed and dripped with unbridled, sexual arousal as I seemingly sucked and licked at the outer rim of the filthy urinal bowl, sending wave after wave of raunchy lust tingling throughout my body.
Lunging forward, my face broke the crusty residue within the urinal and I stabbed my tongue into the liquidy mass contained within the urinal bowl which sent a ripple in the rancid pool which stirred the floating turd to brush against my cheek.
Instinctively I began to lap up the reeking nectar into my mouth. A viscous fluid of stale piss and chunks of knotty turd which filled my mouth with a foul, rank taste.
Yanking the used condom off of my dick, I wrapped my fingers around my thick shaft and began pounding my cock using the stranger's cum and my own pre-cum as lube as my hand flew up and down my twitching, throbbing dick.
So engrossed was I in my nasty endeavors that I didn't hear the sound of footsteps coming frome behind me. Approaching me.
All I could think of was the filth of men contained in the urinal, the stench rising from the bowl, the rush of poppers exploding in my head and my throbbing dick. I was lost in my own world of lust and perversion to concentrate on anything else.
"I thought I'd find you here!" A deep voice boomed and echoed in the empty room.
I jerked my head up abruptly and over my shoulder, looking towards the direction of the voice. My lips dripped with the contents of the urinal onto my shoulder.
"Fuckin' nasty boy!" The stranger's voice hissed, as I watched him slowly draw the zipper of his pants down and, pulling the flaps of his fly aside, watched as he reached into his pants and scooped out a formidable, hefty, semi-hard cock and a luscious, hairy set of low haning balls. "Want some fresh piss to quench your fuckin' thirst, boy?"
I gazed upwards to the handsome face and recognized the park ranger. His steely, gray eyes locked onto mine and his full lips, drawn back in a wicked grin, betrayed his mounting lust.
"I figured you were headin' this way, man!" He rasped, as he stroked his rising dick. "I saw you on the trail earlier but didn't realise then what a nasty fuck you really were."
I pursed my lips sending a wad of rancid piss and saliva seeping out of the corners of my mouth to drip onto my shouder.
"Yeah!" I rasped. "I'm a fuckin' nasty boy! That juicy cock of yours looks real nice!"
"The name's Rodger, pig! And yeah, my cock is all sweaty and loaded with piss. Wanna wrap those nasty lips of yours around it and suck the piss out of it, man?"
"Fuck yes!" I gasped, turning to face him, stroking my rigid, dripping dick.
"Fuckin' big cock you got there."
"Matt. The pig's name is Matt." I replied.
"Oh yeah, Matt." Rodger responded, tugging his pants down and spinning around, bending slightly at the waist, grasped each of his ample buttcheeks into his hands and pried them apart. "I bet that big cock of yours would feel real good up my, sweaty, nasty ass."
"You got a nasty ass that needs to get fucked?" I asked, lustily.
"Oh yeah!" Rodger replied, dragging a finger into his butt trench. "My ass is all sweaty and stinky, Matt, Isn't that the way you like it?"
Rodger bought his finger up to his face and passed it under his nose taking several deep whiffs.
"Fuck!" Rodger sighed. "My ass is real stink, Matt. It smells like this fuckin' cesspool we're in. Wanna smell it, man? Wanna bury your fuckin' face in my ass and smell my stink?"
"Aw fuck!" I gasped.
"If you want my raunchy butt, Matt," Rodger hissed, sniffing his finger, "you gotta lick your way to my shithole!"
Leaning forward, I brought my face down to the filthy floor. Opening my mouth wide, I stuck out my tongue and began licking the grundge from off of the floor.
"Yeah, fucker!" Rodger hissed. "On your fuckin' knees. Lick your way to my fuckin', stink butthole! I'm all sweaty and dirty back there, man! My shithole is juicy and ripe and needs to be sniffed, licked and fucked."
"Aw fuck!" I groaned, dragging my tongue along the slime coated floor.
"What's it taste like down there, Matt?"
"Fuckin' tastes like piss, man! Rank piss, cum and shit!"
"Yeah? You like that, dude?"
"Yes! Yes!" I moaned.
"Well, I got something real ripe and funky waitin' for you, man! My stinkin', dirty manpussy!"
As I approached Rodger, I lapped at the back of his shoes and worked my tongue onto the warm flesh on the back of his muscular calf.
"Yeah! That's it, stud! Lick your way up to my stinkhole!"
"Fuck!" I gasped, sweeping my tongue over his exposed flesh and tasting its sweaty saltiness.
"You like the way I taste, Matt?"
"Yes!" I moaned.
"Just wait till you get to my ass, man! Then you'll be able to smell my stink and taste my funk! Look at the seat of my briefs, Matt. See all those skidmarks?"
I glanced down and gazed upon the inside of Rodger's briefs. I could see several dark, brown skids embedded into the white fabric and slightly above, where the pouch of his briefs had cradled is cock and balls, clearly marked, yellowish stains.
"See how skanky my briefs are, man!"
"Yes!" I moaned, licking his left buttcheek.
"That's my shit, piss and cum stains, Matt. That's what my funk looks like!"
I pressed my face into Rodger's sweaty asstrench and took a long, deep breath.
"Yeah! Smell my ass, Matt!" Rodger hissed, bucking his ass onto my face. "Smell my raunchy, dirty butt! Smell it!"
The foul stench of Rodger's ass wafted up my nose. A heady aroma of sweat and shit.
"How's it smell back there, man? Stink?"
"Yes! Fuck yes, it stinks!" I moaned, taking deep whiffs.
"Lick it! Taste my stink, man. Get it nice and wet and then fuck me!"
Like a dog in heat, I forced my tongue between his buttcheeks and lapped at his moist, funky hole. It had a tart, ripe, somewhat bitter taste which I relished, savoring its nasty flavor.
"Yeah! Eat my mancunt! Eat my stinky shithole, man!"
I drooled over Rodger's pungent asslips, sucking on his juicy pucker.
"Yeah, motherfucker! Prime that hole up for cock! Your big cock!"
Rising, I positioned my dick at his twitching, puckering asshole.
"Fuck!" Rodger bellowed. "Don't tease my shithole! Shove that big dick up my nasty cunt!"
I lurched forward and felt Rodger's asslips slurping and sucking my cock up his ass. As inch by throbbing inch I impaled him onto my rockhard dick, I felt my cock sinking into a nasty pile of warm shit up his ass.
"Your cunt's fuckin' dirty, man!" I hollered.
"Yeah! It's full of stinky shit, Matt!" Rodger replied, bucking his ass back. "Fuck my dirty cunt, man! Rape my stinking mantwat!"
"Fuck! Fuck!" I bellowed. "Fuckin' your shitty hole, man!"
As I pistoned my cock in and out of Rodger's ass, I could hear the wet, sloppy sounds of deep fucking. As my cock pulled out of his butt before takng another deep plunge, I could see that it was covered with his shit. In the back of my mind I remembered what Steve had told me about fuckng a guy with a dirty ass. I wondered if perhaps, I was fucking the same dirty hole that my best friend had fucked.
"Fuck me, man!" Rodger panted, pulling his buttcheeks apart. "Ride my nasty, stink cunt, man! Can you smell my stink, buddy?"
"Fuck! You stink, man!" I hollered. "Yeah! You're a nasty, dirty fuck, bitch! Suck my cock with those diry, stink, shitty cuntlips of yours, man!"
"Dick me, Matt! Give me that big, nasty cock of yours! I want you to piss up my shitty hole! Fuck me real sloppy! Fuck me like a pig! Fuck me like a real man!"
"Oh yeah!" I cried out, slamming my cock in and out of his shit oozing cunt. "Fucking the shit outta you, man! Really want me to fill your manpussy with my piss?"
"Yeah! Piss up my ass, man! Fill me up with your manpiss!"
I didn't need to be coaxed. Relaxing as best I could I sent a stream of warm piss gushing up Rodger's ass.
"Oh yeah!" Rodger hissed. "Churn that fuckin' piss with my shit! Fuckin' sloppy fuck!"
"Yeah! Pissin' up your dirty butt, man! Fuckin' nasty pig cunt!"
"Fuck me! Dick me, man! Plow my whore pussy with that big, pissing cock of yours! Fuck my sluthole! Shove that dirty dick of yours up my pig twat!"
"Dickin' your raunchy cunt, man! I bet you peddle this fuckin' manpussy to every cock you can!"
"Oh yeah, Matt! Fuck me! Fuck my shitty, faggot ass! I love it, man! I love having big cock fucking the shit outta my pig, whore, faggot cunt!"
"Fuck! Fuck!" I hollered. "Wrap those stink mancunt lips around my dick and suck the cum out of it!"
"Yeah! Shoot your spunk up my butt. Mix it all up with the shit and piss up my ass. Make me mess myself, man!"
"Fuck! Fuck! Aaarrrggghhh!" I growled, as I bucked my hips and felt my cock spooge up Rodger's ass. "Fuckin' bitch! Fuckin' pig, faggot, whore! Fuck! Fuck!"
Without touching himself, Rodger sent a rope of cum flying out of his dick which splattered onto the floor.
Convulsing from my ejaculation, my cock popped out of Rodger's butthole with a wet, sluping sound.
Resting my head on his ass, I could feel a warm liquid on my cheeks.
"My ass is gonna fuckin' cum, man!" Rodger hollwered. "Like my faggot cock it's gonna fuckin' spooge!"
I buried my face into Rodger's asstrench and just as my lips touched his filthy, fucked hole, he let out a deep moan and a juicy, wet fart expelled the contents of his manpussy onto my face.
"Yeah! Yeah!" Rodger grunted. "Fuckin' butt spooge, man! Fuck!"
Rodger spewed from his ass a mixture of stinking shit, piss and cum which splattered all over my face.
"Messy, faggot, butt cum!" Rodger moaned, as his butthole flared and the contents of his fucked hole erupted and sent its reeking filth flying.
Collapsing onto the floor, Rodger grinded his crotch into his butt sludge, soiling his uniform and my clothes.
"That was fuckin' hot, man!" Rodger sighed, convulsing in his filth. "You fuck like my buddy, Steve!"
I grinned with pure delight.
"And what do you do after Steve's fucked you, Rodger?"
"I suck his dirty dick, man!" Rodger replied, smacking his lips, as he wrapped his lips around my filthy cock and began sucking.
At that moment the door swung open and looking up, I found myself staring into my best friend's dreamy, blue eyes.
"I see you've found the stalls, Matt, and met Rodger."
"Oh yeah!" I moaned, as Rodger took my cock deep down his hungry throat.
"Can I have sloppy seconds?" Steve asked, whipping out his rigid, thick cock.
"Fuck yeah!" I moaned, tilting my head back as Steve slid his cock into my mouth and filled it with his warm piss.
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