Wanna Get Nasty?

By Rim4you (Marc)

Published on Jul 10, 2002

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The following story deals with subject matter which some readers may find objectionable. Therefore, if graphic depictions of sexual encounters between consenting men engaged in raunch, scat and watersports is offensive to you, or if you are under the age of eighteen, STOP HERE!

Wanna Get Nasty? by Rim4you

Chapter 1

I had looked forward to this week long time off from work for a long time. Not that I planned on doing or going anywhere special. I just needed a break to kick back and cater to my whims for a change and today looked like a good day to relax with a cold beer on the balcony of my apartment; crank up the music and just get wasted.

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining brightly as I settled down in a chaise lounge, sipping my beer and enjoying the music I had put on. In the distance I could hear the shrill shreaks of kids down at the playground.

Across the courtyard, out of apartment number 210, the front door opened and out stepped Nick Somerset dressed in a skimpy pair of black nylon jogging shorts and a cut off t-shirt heading out for his morning jog.

'Oh yeah! Nicky boy!' I cooed, to myself, giving my crotch a firm squeeze as Nick bounded down the stairs.

"Hey Brad!" Nick hollered up at me, and waved as he reached the sidewalk.

"Kinda hot to be out jogging would't you say?" I hollered.

"Nah." Nick replied. "Perfect day for jogging. Besides, I need to work up a sweat."

'Yeah. You sure do!' I mumbled. 'And afterwards, my tongue needs to lick the sweat off of you.'

"So, you're on vacation this week?" Nick asked.

"Sure am."

"Cool. Maybe we can get together and grill some steaks."

"Fine by me. Just give me a holler. And if you get thirsty after your jog, I got plenty of ice cold beer."

"Sounds good. Catch ya later, Brad."

"Later." I replied.

As I watched Nick trot off down the sidewalk and round the corner, my dick twitched in my cut off sweatpants.

'Damn! Nick's got one hell of an ass! I sure wouldn't mind gettin' a piece of that!' I hissed, taking a swig of my beer. 'I bet that ass of his is real juicy after he's done jogging ... and funky!'

I smiled as I looked down at my crotch to see the rise beginning to tent the front of my shorts and felt a tingling sensation coming from my dick as the mushroom shaped head began to rub against the fabric of my cut offs.

'Looks like you need some attention.' I whispered, as I slid my hand across my chest and dropped my hand onto my crotch and squeezed. 'I've been neglecting you these past couple of days big buddy. What do you say we figure out a way to crawl between Nick's sweaty buttcheeks, huh?'

The mere thought of my dick rubbing up against and between Nick's asscheeks caused it to twitch, jerk and throb, releasing a droplet of slimey pre-cum to ooze out of my pisshole onto my thigh.

Slipping a finger into the opening of my shorts around my leg, I touched the head of my cock and rubbed the viscous fluid over it before raising my finger to my lips to lick and taste my own nectar.

'Mmmmmm!' I practically moaned. 'Nothing like a cocksnot chaser to go along with an ice cold beer!'

Chapter 2

Around forty-five minutes later, Nick rounded the corner, dripping with sweat. His rather long, curly locks of light brown hair, streaked with whisps of gold from the sun, soaking with sweat, clung to his neck and shoulders.

He paused, under my balcony, hunched over with his hands on his knees panting like an animal in heat affording me, from my position above him, a commanding view of the ample, round mounds of his ass restricted under his sweat soaked jogging shorts which clung to him like a second skin.

"I told you it was too hot for a jog." I said, with a laugh. "Just look at you ... sweatin' like a pig!"

"Aw, man!" Nick sighed, standing upright and stretching his arms up and behind his head, affording me a view of his sweaty armpits; the hairs of which, matted and clung to his skin. "I needed that. Does that offer for a beer still stand?"

"You kids!" I chuckled. "Always out to torture yourself. Get your ass up here and grab a beer."

"Well some of us," Nick panted, as he mounted the stairs up to my balcony, "aren't fortunate enough to have a construction job like you, Brad. You don't have to work out to maintain your physique."

"I suppose." I said. "But it looks like all of your grueling effort is paying off, Nick."

"You think so?" Nick gasped, out of breath, plopping himself into a patio chair opposite me. "I hope so."

"Beer?" I asked, reaching into the ice chest I had beside my chair.

"Yes! Please!" Nick panted.

As I handed Nick his beer, I studied the young man sitting opposite from me. He was twenty-four years old and working his way through college. I had met him about six months ago while he was moving into his apartment. We had struck up a conversation and I ended up helping him tote boxes and furniture for which he was grateful. Ever since, we became friends.

Nick, by all means, was a very handsome young man. Not that at thirty-two I was ready for the old folk's home. Nick reminded me alot of myself when I was his age; ambitious, vivacious and bursting with unbounded energy and brilliant ideas of how to make the world a better place. He was soft spoken, well mannered and polite, with an accent that betrayed his southern heritage which, no matter how hard he tried, couldn't escape from that smoothe drawl in his speach.

He stood at slightly under six feet, from what I could guess and peered out at you with the deepest violet colored eyes laced with long, thick, curly lashes like his hair; a light brown with streaks of gold in it which tumbled in curly locks, framing his face and spilled onto his broad shoulders.

His body wasn't overly muscular but toned and defined like a swimmer. It was obvious Nick loved the outdoors as his skin was a coppery tan in color which, when glazed with a sheen of sweat, seemed to shimmer.

From the observations I had made of Nick, I had never seen a woman enter or leave his apartment. But that really didn't mean much. Perhaps he was very discreat or perhaps ...?

Chapter 3

"Damn! I stink!" Nick said, after taking a deep swig from his beer and letting out a loud belch. "Excuse me. I didn't shower yesterday. Can you smell me?"

A gentle breeze stirred the air and Nick's scent wafted my way and curled up my nostrils. My dick twitched and jerked in my shorts as I savored Nick's aroma.

In my mind, the mere though that Nick had skipped a shower and after his morning jog, his sweat only amplified his fragrance, sent a wave of lust coursing throughout my body and a tingling sensation in my dick.

"You're fine, Nick." I said, draping my legs over the arms of the chaise I was lounging in, certain that my loose fitting shorts would afford him a view of my semi-erect cock and low hanging balls. "You forgot that I'm a construction worker and used to manstink?"

"No." Nick replied, with a blush. "It's just that ..."

"Just what?" I replied, shifting my weight and feeling my rising dick poke out from my shorts to smile up at him.

"Damn!" Nick whispered, squirming in his chair with his head slightly lowered with his eyes, peering from under his curly lashes, gazing in the direction of my crotch with my dick slowly snaking its way out of my shorts and arching its way upward to lay flat against my stomach.

Probably from the beer I had drunk, I felt uninhibited sitting there in front of Nick with my legs spread lewdly apart with my stiffening dick and dangling balls exposed to him as I slid my hand down to my crotch and grasping my balls, gave them a gentle tug, jerking my dick up.

"See something interesting, Nick?" I whispered, yanking down on my balls causing my cock to stand up straight and rigid.

"Oh man!" Nick gasped, sliding down in his chair and spreading his legs. "Fuck!"

"You like lookin' at a man's big, hard cock, Nick?" I whispered, wrapping my fingers around my fully erect nine inches of meat and slowly caressing my shaft.

In the back of my mind I knew that I was exposing our friendship into unexplored territory, but feeling the mounting lust surging throughout my body, I was willing to risk it.

"Oh man!" Nick sighed again, nervously tapping his foot on the floor, gripping tightly to the beer he held in his hand and staring at my dick; his breaths becoming short and raspy.

"You want it. Don't you, Nick?" I rasped, in a husky voice betraying my desire.

Nick drummed his fingers on the arm of the chair, nervously lookng around but returning to fix his gaze on my rigid, now dripping cock which I used as lube to glide my fingers effortlessly up and down my throbbing shaft, pausing when my fingers reached the mushrooming crown of my dick to swirl over the pisshole and rub the slimey fluid, oozing in a copious flow to swirl over my cockhead.

"Are you gettin' horny, Nick?" I cooed, running my fingers up and down my rigid shaft.

Nick nodded his head and sinking back deeper in his chair, spread his legs wider revealing a more than obvious bulge between his legs.

"Yeah. Your cock wants to come out and play. Dosen't it, Nick?"

"Yes." Nick whispered, in a barely audible voice. "Seein' your cock ... your big dick ... drippin' and all nasty ... I ... uh ..."

"You like lookin' at my nasty cock? Wanna touch it, Nick? Wanna rub your cock against mine? Wanna get nasty?"

"Aw man!" Nick gasped, dropping his hand inbetween his legs and squeezing his dick. "You're turnin' me on, Brad! Sittin' there jackin' on that big dick of yours! Jesus!"

"Uh-huh. Playin' with my big, hard cock, Nick. Feelin' all kinds of nasty." I whispered.

"How nasty?" Nick practically panted, firmly squeezing his dick.

"As nasty as you wanna be, buddy!" I replied, sliding my fingers down the length of my hard shaft, over my balls, and into my hairy butt trench.

"Oh yeah!" I moaned, softly, as the tips of my fingers toyed with my asslips.

"Fuck!" Nick gasped. "That's pretty nasty! Touching your asshole, Brad."

"Oh yeah!" I replied. "My manpussy is warm and juicy but I bet yours is dripping with sweat!"

"Aw man!" Nick hissed. "Now you're really turnin' me on!"

"Yeah? You like watchin' a man fingerin' his cunt? His moist, juicy cunt?"

"Play with your shithole, Brad!" Nick hissed. "Shove that finger up your ass!"

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" I groaned, embedding my finger deep within the cavity of my manhole. "If only this were your cock, Nick!"

"Yeah?" Nick replied, in a husky voice, dripping with lust. "You want my cock up your nasty butthole, man?"

I rolled my eyes and arched my back as I shoved a second finger up my hungry hole.

"Fuck! Fuck!" I sighed, gyrating my hips downward, impaling myself onto my two digits.

"Yeah!" Nick gasped, yanking the front of his jogging shorts down to free his cock. "Shove those fingers up your stinking shithole, man!"

Glancing at Nick, I watched as his long, thick and veiny tool snapped free and bobbed up and down between his legs and the twin orbs of his balls, fleeced with hair, swayed back and forth.

"Fuck, yeah!" I groaned, bucking my hips and driving my fingers deeper and deeper up my quivering asshole.

"Talk to me, man." Nick said, sliding off of the chair onto his knees and inching his way towards me. "What's it like up your manpussy, Brad? Is it dirty and nasty?"

"Oh yeah!" I groaned, twisting and digging my fingers up my butt. "My fuckin' twat is real nasty, man!"

"How nasty?" Nick sighed, lowering his face towards my crotch to where I could feel his warm breath panting with lust on my cock.

"Aw man!" I replied, squirming. "My pussy is real nasty, man! It's fuckin' dirty!"

"How dirty?" Nick asked, grazing his lips against my shaft and kissing his way towards the head of my throbbing dick.

"It's shitty, Nick!" I moaned. "I can feel my fingers sinking into shit!"

"Mmmmmm!" Nick groaned, wrapping his warm, full lips around the head of my dick, sucking it into his wet mouth. "I bet your fingers are real dirty and stinky."

"Yes!" I moaned, thrusting my hips upward, sending my rock hard dick deep into Nick's mouth. "Fuckin' nasty, stinky and covered with shit, man!"

"I think we better take this inside, Brad." Nick panted, pulling his smacking lips off of my cock.

"Still wanna get nasty?" I asked, pulling my fingers out of my asshole with a wet, slurping sound and holding my shitty digits up in front of us.

"Yes!" Nick panted, his nostrils quivering as he sniffed the air around my fingers.

Chapter 4

Once inside my apartment, we were like to wanton animals in heat as we pawed at one another, stripping off one another's clothes and once naked, we ground our warm bodies against one another and instinctively our lips met in a deep, passionate kiss. Hungrily, Nick's mouth opened to receive my probing tongue which, taking it into his mouth, he sucked on it with moans and groans of pure lust and ecstacy.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" I moaned, as Nick's full lips wrapped around my tongue and sucked; saliva dripping out of the corners of his mouth and trickling over his chin and running down his neck.

"Fuck!" Nick gasped, grabbing my hand as he ground his hard, dripping dick against mine and, raising my hand with its dirty digits upward, pressed my filthy fingers under his nose and sniffed lutily.

"Yeah! Smell my stink, baby!" I cooed, rubbing my raunchy fingers against the the skin under his flaring, quivering nostrils. "Can you smell my dirty manpussy on those fingers, Nick?"

"Yes!" Nick sighed, taking my soiled fingers and ramming them up his nose. "I smell your dirty fuckin' cunt, Brad!"

"You like the way my dirty manhole smells, don't you, motherfucker?"

"Yes! Yes!" Nick moaned, dragging my fingers over his lips and into his mouth.

"Aw yeah! Fuck!" I hissed. "Suck the stink off of my fingers, slut! Taste my fuckin' raunch, man!"

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Nick moaned. "Your stink tastes so fuckin' good, Brad! Your shitty fingers tastes so good. Mmmmmm!"

"Yeah! Fuckin' pig! Fuckin' shit whore! Suck. Suck!"

As Nick sucked on my stinky fingers, I ran my hand over his muscular chest.

"God-damn!" Nick sighed, as I pinched his hardened nipple and dropping my head forward, chewed upon his erect nub.

"Yeah!" I moaned. "Sucking on a pig's tit!

Nick arched his back and throwing his head back, opened his mouth, groaning with pleasure; brown, stinking spittle froathed and dripped from the corners of his mouth.

"You smell like asshole, boy!" I hollered, rearing up my head to sniff his wide open mouth before hocking up a wad of spit and hurling it onto his face.

"Thank you, sir!" Nick panted, raising his hand to his face to rub my saliva all over his eyes, nose, lips and cheeks. "Give me all of your filth. Please!"

"Fuckin' slut!" I hollered. "Fuckin' pig!"

With a wicked grin on his face, Nick ran his fingers over my lips, pausing to slide his fingers in and out of my mouth in a slow, fucking motion before rubbing his fingers under my nose and slowly, seductively sliding his fingers up my nostrils. Withdrawing his fingers, Nick slid them into his mouth and purred with lust.

"Mmmmmm!" He moaned, sucking on his fingers.

Getting the hint as to what he wanted next, I clasped one nostril shut with my finger and blew hard out of the other nostril sending a wad of nose spooge flying into Nick's mouth.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Nick moaned, pulling my face to his and wrapping his lips around my nose, began to suck, drawing my nasal mucous out of my nostrils and into his mouth.

"More. More!" Nick cried out, lustily, sliding his hand down my chest, through my pubic bush and, curling his fingers around my hard, twitching dick, began masturbating me.

His grip was so light and feathery upon my cock, sending a wave of lust coursing over my entire body and goose pimples flickered over my skin.

Crashing down to his knees, Nick engulfed my dick into his warm mouth, sucking with a wild, wanton abandon as he hand flailed up and down his rigid, dripping shaft.

"Yeah! Suck that cock, man! Suck it! Suck that dick!"

"Dick my mouth!" Nick gasped. "Fuck my face with that big cock of yours, Brad! Give me your fuckin' cock juice!"

"Yeah! Drink that cocksnot drippin' out of my pisshole, man! Suck! Fuckin' cock suckin' bitch! Yeah! Suck cock! Suck my cock you faggot suckin' whore!"

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Nick gurgled, sloppily and hungrily as he bobbed his head up and down my shaft.

"You like suckin' big dick don't you, motherfucker?"

"Mmmmmm!" Nick moaned, sucking relentlessly, reaching up to take my cum filled balls in his hand, rolling them in the palm of his hand before wrapping his fingers around them and giving them a firm tug.

"Yeah!" I hollered. "Yank on those balls, boy!"

As Nick worked his magic on my aching dick and tugged on my balls, reaching between my legs with his other hand, he slid his fingers into my steamy, hairy butt trench.

"What ya find back there, fag boy?" I yelled, as his fingeres toyed with my asslips.

"Shitty hole!" Nick gasped, gagging on my dick. "Fuckin' dirty manpussy!"

As Nick shot three fingers up my dirty twat, grasping his head between my hands, I sent a stream of piss down his throat.

"Yeah! Dig for shit while I piss down your fuckin' slut throat, faggot!"

Gurgling, Nick swallowed my piss as he drove his fingers up my shitter, churning the fudge I had packed up my butt.

"Drink piss, boy! Yeah! Play with my dirty ass. That's your playground back there boy!"

As Nick sucked on my pissing cock, pushing a fourth digit up my mancunt, he finger fucked my oozing, shitty hole.

"Fuckin' feels good man. You suckin' on my pissin' dick while you rape my stinkin' cunt! Oh yeah! Fuck! Dig for turd, man! Make me shit!"

"Do it!" Nick hollered. "Shit on my hand. I wanna feel your nasty, stinkin' pile of shit on my hand, fucker!"

"Oh you nasty fuck!" I bellowed, bearing down as a ripe, wet, juicy fart rumbled out of my asshole.

"Give me your stink, motherfucker!" Nick yelled, cupping his hand under my butt.

"Beg for it, bitch!" I snapped, leaning forward and reaching behind myself, pulled my asscheeks apart, letting rip another juicy, pungent fart.

"Please, sir! Give your dog bitch your raunchy buttslop! Fart out your stinkin' pile of shit on my hand, sir! I need your stink. I want your stink, sir!"

"Yeah! You're a fuckin' turd bitch alright!" I grunted, as I bore down and released a ripe, warm pile of shit, curling onto itself onto the palm of Nick's hand.

"Aw fuck! Fuck!" Nick bellowed, lowering his hand to allow the reeking filth to pile high onto his hand. "Fuckin' stink, man! Fuckin' nasty!"

"You like that, boy?"

"Yes sir!" Nick replied, bringing his hand out from under my butt up to his face.

"Smell it, pig!" I hissed. "Worship that pile of stinkin' manturd!"

Nick lowered his face until his nose was a breath away from the reeking pile of steamy shit in his hand.

"Smell it!" I hollered. "Smell the stink from my dirty butthole!"

"It stinks, Brad!" Nick moaned, grazing his nose against the rank pile of shit.

"Smear it on your face, pig! Rub my stinkin' shit all over your body. Get it all over your cock!"

I watched with lust crazed emotions as Nick smeared his face with my shit, sweeping his hand over his forehead, cheeks and mouth before dragging his hand down his neck and into his sweaty armpit; across his chest and down into his crotch, masturbating his turgid cock with shit.

"Yeah! Jack off with my stink, Nicky boy! Get that big cock of yours all covered with shit and then shove it up my ass!"

Dropping down on all fours I lifted my dirty ass towards Nick.

"Get that stinkin' shit all over your cock, Nick, and pound my ass. Fuck me! Fuck me with that nasty cock of yours!"

"Aw fuck!" Nick gasped, burying his face in my dirty butt.

"Smell that nasty cunt, boy! Smell it and lick it. Taste my fuckin' slophole. Lick those shitty cuntlips and then fuck me with that big, raunchy cock of yours!"

"I love your stink, Brad." Nick whispered, rubbing his shit covered face up and down the crack of my ass. "I love the way your turd tastes."

"Mmmmmm! Yeah!" I goraned, feeling Nick's suckiing mouth on my swollen asslips. "That's your playground back there, boy. Wallow in it!"

I braced myself as Nick reared up and grasped my hips with his hands.

"Fuck me, Nick! Shove that big cock of yours up my nasty ass!"

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Nick moaned, shoving his dick, to the hilt, up my ass.

"Fuckin' stink bitch!" I roared. "Yeah! Fuck me! Pound me hard, man! Rape that shitty manpussy!"

"Fuckin' your stinkin' pussy, man!" Nick hollered, ramming his shitty dick in and out of my ass.

"Fuck me! Fuck me, you fuckin' butt whore!"

"Sloppy cunt, man! Dickin' you nasty, man!"

"Yeah! Dick me! Dick me dirty, Nick! Your shitty cock up my stinkin', dirty man twat!"

I could feel Nick's nasty balls slapping against my ass. The reeking stench of dirty asshole swirled through the air and up my nostrils. My hard, dripping cock jerked wildly on the brink of orgasm.

"Fuck me! Fuck me, bitch!" I screamed, thrusting my ass back to meet his every thrust and suck his dick deep up my hungry mancunt. "Shoot that spunk up my ass, motherfucker! Make my hole drip with your spooge!"

"Aaaaaahhhhhh! Aaarrrggghhh! Fuck! Fuck!" Nick yelled. "Spunkin' up your stink hole, man! Fuck!"

"Shoot that wad, Nick! Cum up my ass! Yeah! Fuck! Fuck!" I hollered, as my seed spewed out of my cock and splattered onto the floor.

Spent, his cock still spasming, Nick tumbled onto the floor beside me, drawing me into his arms and holding me close as his shitty lips sought mine in a deep, passionate, lingering kiss.

"Mmmmmm! Baby, you stink and taste so fuckin' good!"

"Fuck!" Nick gasped, pulling me on top of him and raising his legs up towards his chest.

"Oh you nasty boy!" I chuckled, kissing his sweaty asshole with the head of my dick as he groaned and expelled a warm, stinky pile of shit onto the floor and sprayed my chest with warm piss.


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