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The following story deals with homosexual acts and fetishes which some readers may find objectionable. Therefore, if mansmells, watersports and scat offend you and if you are under the age of eighteen, STOP HERE! You have been WARNED!
In The Heat Of Man (Part 2) By Rim4you
Chapter One
As Denver fumbled with his keys at the front door to his house, I took the opportunity, standing behind him, to rub my hands over the full melons of his ass. They felt firm in my grip. As my hands descended to the inseam of his levis I could feel the wetness, the heat still present of the piss he had so recently taken in them.
Denver cocked a backwards glance at me and smiled. Here indeed was a man of few words but his body language and expressions spoke volumes.
I could see in his smile much more than just a friendly greeting. Rather an invitation, a call to enter his world and become a part of it. If the evening had begun with Denver marking himself, as well as I, with his piss and the acrid scent of his urine was still fresh on my hands from having just gropped him, what other kinds of delights would I discover with this silent man?
As I closed the front door and stepped into the darkness of the house, Denver turned and pinned me against the door, his body firmly pressed against mine. His heat, his scent became clearer now. It was the scent of pure lust. It was the scent of raw sweat and the fragrance of previous sexual encounters that had not been cleansed or discarded with but left upon his body to further mark himself and lure his prey into his lair.
I was captivated by this musk, filling my head with it, when Denver's tongue flicked out across my lips tracing them with his wet tongue and depositing upon my lips his saliva. Back and forth his tongue slid across my lips until I could feel his spit running down my chin.
I took a deep, raspy breath and felt Denver's lips press unto mine. Our wet lips sloshed against each other's until I felt his tongue slipping between my lips into my mouth. Our kiss deepened. Our mouths opened and our tongues, like two snakes, danced within our wet oral cavity. Touching. Flicking, then taking turns sucking on each other's tongue, the venom of our spit dripping into each other's mouths.
As our sloppy kiss became more intense, animal groans escaped us. The ritual of male mating had begun in earnest. Our call of the wild was the deep moans and grunts that welled up from our souls.
Our mouths still locked together, our saliva passing back and forth between one another and dripping from out chins, Denver slowly released his powerful grip on me and slid one hand behind my waist and drew me to him.
Our wet crotches, like our wet mouths, met again rubbing, grinding, kissing. With his free hand, Denver caressed first one and then the other of my ass cheeks. Pausing at the cleft between my cheeks, he rubbed and dug his fingers into my trench grinding the material of my levis against, from the twinge of excitement that shot through my body, my moist, sweaty manhole.
I could feel Denver's hard cock rubbing and grinding against mine sending tingles up and down my rigid shat. The stillness and silence of the room broken only by the sounds of our moans and the wet sucking sounds from our kisses.
As Denver ground his crotch even harder against mine, once more I felt his wet heat. The warmth of his piss spurting, then flowing from his cock soaking our levis, running down our legs into our boots and dripping into a puddle on the tiled floor beneath us.
Denver's piss flow was copious. My hard cock twitched and throbbed as it swam in his acrid piss.
Reaching down between our legs, Denver rubbed and massaged my soaked crotch. Raising his hand upward he worked the wet palm of his hand into the swirling mass of hair on his chest and into his armpit.
When his piss stream ceased, Denver gently withdrew his lips from mine. In the moonlit room we gazed into each other's eyes. Slowly, Denver removed his plaid shirt and tossed it aside. I lowered my gaze to his chisled chest. His fur glistened with what I knew to be his piss and sweat. The acidy aroma of his piss combined with his musk swirled into my nostrils. I leaned my weight fully against the door intoxicated with the heat of this man!
Denver raised his hand sensuously towards my face stopping within inches from me. I sniffed the palm of his hand before he began to rub his hand over my face. In doing so he washed my face not only with his piss and sweat, but with our comingled saliva that ran out of the corners of my mouth and down my chin.
Was he cleansing me? Preparing me for what was to come? Whatever it was, I moaned with lust and greed. As his fingertips passed over my lips, I sucked them into my mouth coating them with more spit which he rubbed over my face and into my hair.
After several minutes of this foreplay, Denver retracted his hand, turned slightly, and cocked his head in the direction of the hall where a faint light was spilling from a room.
I heaved myself up and glanced down at the pool of piss on the floor. Denver smiled.
"That's for my brother!" he whispered.
Denver turned and began walking down the hall. I followed him. As we approached the door leading into what I presumed was Denver's room, he turned and embraced me then swung me around pressing my ass against his wet crotch, his hands fondling mine.
On his hands and knees at the tiled entry to the house, where only seconds before Denver and I had been, crouched a naked boy. He must have been about fourteen, if that. Where he came from, how he slipped so quietly upon the spot vacated by Denver and I, amazed and intrigued me.
Denver groped my crotch more firmly now, resting his head upon my shoulder. My breaths were rapid and raspy.
The boy lowered his head to the piss pool on the floor. His tongue darted out and he began lapping Denver's piss from the floor. As the boy cleaned the tiled entry with his tongue, his hand was wrapped around his dick, stroking.
"Your brother!" I gasped.
"Yes," Denver whispered, swirling his wet tongue in my ear. "David. He wants to watch me mate with you!"
My knees nearly buckled. Denver thrust his wet crotch more firmly against my ass and steadied me. His hand found my balls and squeezed. I groaned.
"Yes?" Denver asked, quietly.
"Yes! Yes!" I moaned. "Will he join us? Play with us?"
"Only if I say so!"
Denver hocked up a wad of spit and hurled it onto the floor.
The boy looked up and turned his gaze towards the far end of the hall where Denver and I stood. In the moonlight his face looked so angelic, so sweet with innocence, yet the depravity of his actions betrayed otherwise.
I felt Denver release his grip from around my waist, then he turned and stepped into the room. As I turned to enter the room, the boy rose, wiped his mouth with his hand and softly treaded down the hall, his rigid cock, big and thick for a boy of about fourteen I guessed him to be, bobbed with every stride he took.
When David had reached the doorway to Denver's room, he stopped and knelt down. Again he lowered his head to the floor and lapped up his brothers' wad of spit.
Chapter Two
The dimly lit room was heady with the scent of piss, sweat, cum and asshole! A heavily soiled mattress was on the floor. Several dildos of various lengths lay on the floor next to the mattress. It was obvious that they had been put to good use and unwashed. Each one was coated with brown skids.
Tonight was going to be very special indeed. Very unique. Unlike any other night.
Quietly, David crawled into the room and positioned himself in the shadows. He became a shillouette against the wall, his legs outstreatched, his hand slowly stroking his dick.
Denver began to tug his boots off. Kicking them, they slid in the direction of the boy, David, his brother. A hand reached out and slid the boot between the outstreatched legs. David rubbed his cock over the worn leather of Denver's boot.
A stench filled my nostrils. I sniffed the air to detect where this foul, musky smell was coming from. I glanced down at the floor to Denver's socked feet. The almost blackened, dingy, what was once white, sox, appeared crusty. From them came this fresh, ripe scent.
I began to strip off my clothes. Likewise, Denver slid out of his wet levis and tossed them in David's direction. The shadowy figure retrieved them. The sound of slurping followed. It was obvious that David was sucking the piss from his brothers' levis.
Denver pointed towards the floor, indicating me to lower myself. Entranced with this man of few words, I dropped to my knees. My eyes beheld Denver's full basket encased in the filthiest jockstrap I had ever seen! The pouch was dingy beyond belief. Having been pissed in, the color darkend somewhat and gave off a rank odor.
Then he curled his finger and motioned me to approach. Naked, I crawled towards him on my hands and knees. My face pressed to the floor I sniffed and licked my way towards him, my tongue savoring the various flavors of piss, sweat, cum and shit that left their residue upon the floor.
As my nose found Denver's reeking socked foot, I inhaled deeply of its foul, disgusting stench. My lips pressed against the crusty material and my tongue began to lap at it. Denver raised his foot slightly so my mouth could engulf the crusted material around his toes into my mouth. I sucked hungrily on the fetid material. It's rancid flavor filled my mouth.
Denver nudged me with his foot and released it from my mouth. I rose to my knees as he thrust his pouch forward onto my face.
The aroma here was far more pungent. Riper. Stronger. I opened my mouth to take the foul pouch in. Its taste was tangy. I could detect the strong flavor of piss and the accumulation of cum. There was also another flavor and scent contained in Denver's funky pouch. One that I recognized and loved.
It was the scent and taste of copulation between men. Wherever Denver's cock had been recently, the aroma and residue of his act was still present.
Denver pulled the filthy pouch aside and set free to wave into the air a thick, veiny cock. Like the dildos I had noticed beside the mattress, the fleshy instrument that bobbed before my face in a very similar manner was slimey with a pasty brown substance upon it that yielded the sharpest fragrance. Denver's rigid shaft reeked of asshole! Of the sewer! Of the heat of a man! Its raunchinesss electrified my senses.
I lunged forward and took the instrument of sodomy into my gaping mouth! Denver's fleshy cock filled my mouth. Its bittersweet tanginess and filth coated the walls of my mouth as I sucked like a nursling upon it. >From his piss hole I was given the milk of his pre-cum to nourish me.
A slight gasp came from the shadowy figure in the room. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a hand rising and falling upon a stiffened cock.
Denver grasped the back of my head and pulled me closer to him, drawing me forward. I relaxed my throat allowing his long shaft to slide down my throat as my nose was buried into the stench of his damp pubic bush. It was all so wonderful. The heat rose from this man and filled my nostrils.
As I sucked on Denver's dirty cock, he hocked and I felt a wad of spit hit the top of my ass trench and slowly felt a gooey wetness trail its way down my crack. I moaned and sucked his cock more passionately.
I was so enthralled with this man's cock that I scarcely noticed the sensation taking place at my ass. I perceived something fleshy lapping from the point of my asshole up the crack of my hairy ass.
David was licking his brother's spit from my ass! I parted my legs to allow him easier access. Apparantly, when he had finished his duty, he retreated once more to the shadows.
My asshole twitched with excitement at just the thought that this young boy had grazed my ripe pucker with his tongue and perchance sniffed my raw, animal heat.
Denver slid his cock from my mouth, removed his jockstrap and tossed it to the boy. The sound of deep sniffing filled the room as Denver stepped onto the mattress and sunk down to his hands and knees. His melon butt arched into the air and the trench parted revealing a forest of dark hair.
As I crawled towrds Denver's upturned ass, he greeted me with a sigh and a blast of ripe wind from his asslips.
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