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Treat The Trick by Rim4you
Chapter 1
I had just finished my shift at the plant. Normally I would have just gone on home but tonight, I didn't feel like going straight home. I needed some action. I needed satisfaction. I needed a man. I pondered my options. It was still early by a gay man's concept of time. I looked at my wristwatch. It was about a quarter to midnight.
There was Madison Park. That was always cruisy at this time of night, especially being a Friday night. Then again, I could head on over to the tubs. That was always a guarantee for a sure fix to get my rocks off. Of course the bar was another option or I could just go home. At home I could count on a certain someone to ease my tension.
I took the Ridgecrest Blvd. exit. My mind was made up. I'd make the rounds of all my favorite spots. I'd begin at the bar. The Firehouse. If I didn't score there, I'd head towards the park and then on to the tubs. All men need a plan and I had mine.
The parking lot of The Firehouse was full so I knew that somewhere in that sea of men within the bar there had to be at least one man as horny as I was. But would he want what I craved in particular that night?
I circled the parking lot twice before I found a parking space. As I walked through the lot, I saw shadowy figures. One guy leaning against a car, his legs spread and another guy kneeling in front of him. Another car revealed a sihloette of a head bobbing up and down in the front seat. Well, at least some guys were getting their rocks off! My turn would come.
I headed into the bar and sure enough the place was crowded. I ordered a beer and leaned against the bar taking in the view.
"You may find the pit interesting tonight, Brad," the bartender, Jack, said, as he placed my beer down.
"Oh yeah? Why's that?"
"I hear there's alot of wet action going on down there. I thought that would peak your interest, Brad."
"Then I guess I'll have to check it out then."
"You won't be disappointed, my friend."
The pit was in the basement. It was a veritable orgy room completely fitted out with every device proper to a dungeon. It was accessed by a brass firepole that one had to slide down to gain entry. Once inside the pit, the only way out was by a ladder against the wall.
For safety's sake, upon sliding down the pole into the pit, one landed in a net. The last thing the owner of the bar needed was a lawsuit brought by some staggering drunk who got hurt on his descent. For that reason a bouncer of sorts was always stationed next to the firepole to weed out the plastered from the tipsey.
"I'll catch you later, Jack," I said, putting down my beer.
"Have fun, Brad!"
I headed towards the firepole and descended into the pit.
Chapter 2
The attendant at the bottom assured my safe arrival giving me a hand out of the net.
"Will you be checking in your clothes, sir?" The attendant asked. He was a young man with sandy blonde hair, goodlooking, muscular and dressed in a grundgy jockstrap.
"Not at the moment, boy." I said, reaching out to cop a feel of his inviting basket encased in the bulging pouch which was thoroughly soaking wet. "Mmmmmm!" I whispered, licking my fingers. "Sweet manpiss!"
"Thank you, sir." The young man said. "Should you change your mind, sir, about your clothes, I'll be here."
"I'll keep that in mind," I responded, and headed down the short, dark hallway towards a dimly lit room. The pit.
The pit reeked of every aroma of man. Sweat. Piss. Cum. Asshole. All of man's stench was captured in this room as well as the sounds of men who took pleasure in these scents. Men in all stages of dress and undress, shadowing figures, moved about the room.
I took my position leaning against a wall and decided to watch. My cock swelled as my nostrils inhaled the combined aromas of men in heat. The sounds of men sucking, fucking, fisting, pissing and God only knows what else, filled the room.
A figure slowly made his way towards me. As he came closer I could detect that he was tall and well built. His hair was long and spilled over his broad shoulders. His naked chest swirled with hair. His jeans fit him like a second skin and his crotch bulged quite nicely.
I slid my hand down between my legs and began kneading my ever stiffining shaft. A few feet in front of me he stopped. Our eyes met and locked. He smiled, or rather grinned and likewise rubbed his basket. My eyes swept up and down this stranger before me.
Slowly, he placed his hands on his hips and thrust his crotch forward. I acknowledged his action with a smile. He took a couple of steps forward bringing him close enough to touch. Close enough to detect his scent. Close enough to hear his raspy breaths.
Another step closer and his crotch rubbed against the back of my hand, still groping myself. The stranger lifted his arms and placed them on the wall on either side of me above my head. I rolled my head from side to side to see his hairy armpits practically staring at me. Taunting me. Luring me.
I slid my hand away from my crotch and trailed it slowly up the strangers thigh. He ground his crotch more firmly against mine. He uttered a slight sigh at my touch and gazed deeply into my eyes. Still higher my hand travelled swirling over his taut stomach on its upward journey towards his nipple.
Grasping the nub in my fingers, I squeezed.
"Fuck yeah!" The stranger whispered.
I turned my head towards the armpit opposite the stranger's nipple that I was pinching and twisting harder and harder. My nose brushed against the hair in the pit. The aroma was strong and pungent as my breaths took in his scent.
He offered no resistance as I buried my face into the sweaty pit and inhaled deeply his fragrant musk. Again and again I breathed the stranger's rank aroma, rubbing my face in his armpit to mark myself with his scent. The odor intoxicated me as I opened my mouth and my tongue darted out to lap at his sweat drenched hairs and savor the taste of the aroma that so aroused me.
"That's it stud!" The stranger whispered, in my ear. "Taste my manstink!"
I squeezed his nipple even harder as my mouth slopped his armpit with my saliva.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh! Fuck!" He moaned, grinding his crotch more forcefully against mine.
Likewise I thrust my hips forward to meet the seductive kiss of his crotch to mine. I could feel his hot breath and his tongue flicking, like a snake, along my neck. A slight chuckle escaped him as he clamped his lips on my neck hard and sucked. Again he ground his crotch forcefully against mine and I buried my face all the more deeply into his wet armpit.
"Oh yeah!" I moaned, as I perceived a warm liquid spreading out over my crotch. I knew it wasn't me therefore it had to be him. I twisted and squeezed his nipple as hard as I could.
"Fucker!" The stranger gasped, releasing his lip lock on my neck.
I thrust my head back from his armpit. He trailed his salivating mouth from my neck towards mine. As our lips met I released my grip on his nipple and brought both my hands to the full mounds of his ass and drew him closer to me. The warm gush of his pissing cock sent streams of his golden nectar down the front of our jeans, soaking them.
I was delerious with depraved lust as I sucked his tongue into my mouth all the while kneading his asscheeks as he gyrated his wet crotch against mine. I could feel his piss running down my thigh. The warm liquid gushing in full stream penetrated my jeans and ran down my flesh. I could feel his manpiss running down my leg.
With one hand still massaging his full buttcheek, I forcefully slid the other down the back of his jeans into the sweaty, hairy cleft of his ass.
"Mmmmmm!" He moaned, as my finger found his moist, slimey hole.
In circular motions I swirled my finger over his over his seemingly wet, grundgy pucker.
"You found my stinkhole, fucker!" He gasped, breaking our deep kiss, dragging his wet tongue over my lips. "You've found my dirty fuckhole!"
I groaned with lust as he clamped his open mouth once more over mine and I penetrated his now flaring anal ring with my finger, sinking my digit deeper and deeper into the sludge filled, warm cavern.
"Fuckin' nasty pighole!" I sighed, as I withdrew my finger and brought it up to my nose and sniffed.
The stranger gazed deeply into my lust crazed eyes and flashed me a wicked smile.
"Smell my stink, fucker! Smell my asshole! Smell my shit!"
I passed my filthy finger back and forth under my nose inhaling the stench upon it.
"Fuck! Fuck!" I groaned. "Smell it with me, man!"
The stranger lowered his head towards my finger and together we sniffed his stink before our tongues darted out to savor the taste of his robust filth.
"Come home with me," the stranger whispered, as our mouths slurped over my brown coated finger. "I'll make it worth your while!"
How could I refuse such a tempting offer? The stranger and I made our way through the writhing, shadowy figures around us towards the ladder at the far end of the room and began our ascent.
We were greeted topside by the same sandy blonde haired stud that met me upon my descent. I gave him a puzzled look. He smiled.
"My shift below is over, sir." He said. "I trust you had a good time below, sir."
I nodded and feeling generous I pulled out a twenty dollar bill and tucked it into the pouch of his jockstrap. Then I ran my stinky finger under the boy's nose.
"Thank you, sir!" The boy replied. He turned around and bent over. His jockstrap framed a beautiful set of buns and a pucker tinged brown. "I'll be waiting, sir!"
Chapter 3
I followed the stranger out to the parking lot.
"Trick or treat?" He asked.
"Huh?" I responded, rather dumbfounded, oblivious to the fact that it was Halloween.
"How's about if I treat you to a trick?"
"And if I want both?" I asked. "The trick and the treat?"
"I'm sure that can be arranged." The stranger replied. "Treat the trick! Follow me."
"By the way," I said, "I'm Brad."
"I'm Randy. Wanna fuck?"
"And more!"
"Oh yeah! More. Like I said. Treat the trick!"
As I followed Randy's truck out of the parking lot I pondered his references to 'trick or treat, treat the trick.' What hidden meaning did they have? Or was he just giving into the spirit of Halloween? One thing I knew for certain. I wanted this man no matter what.
I followed him to the southside of town. A rather upscale side of town. So he was well off. So what? All of his wealth couldn't deny his depraved desires back at The Firehouse.
Randy pulled up before a two story, English-Tudor home. Go figure. A guy who resembled a rough and tumble biker/leather stud would live in such, to my mind, opulent splendor? Whatever.
As Randy slid his key into the front door he looked back at me over his shoulder.
"Trick or treat!" He whispered.
"Treat the trick!" I responded.
"Oh yeah! I'm gonna treat the trick alright!" Randy said, with a grin.
We entered the house. Randy pointed me in the direction of the familyroom, from which I could see the flickering light of a television.
"Make yourself comfortable, Brad. I'll get us a beer."
I walked towards the light. As I entered the room, only lit by the television screen, I could see that what was on the TV was clearly a videotape. A porno tape and not just some ordinary fuck tape but something right up my alley. A scat flick.
"Hi!" A voice drifted above the grunts and groans coming from the television.
I turned my gaze towards he direction of the voice. The figure was shrouded in the shadows. I couldn't make out a face but what I could see was obviously a male figure. Naked. In his hand he grasped a long, thick, veiny cock which he stroked, up and down, ever so slowly.
"I'm Doug. Who are you?"
"I'm Brad." I said, groping myself, fixated upon the rigid cock before me.
"You want a treat?" He asked, aiming his cock in my direction.
"Sounds good to me!" I answered, crossing the room, sinking to my knees and engulfing this strangers cock in my mouth.
"Suck! Suck!" Doug moaned, as he grabbed my head and forced me down on his rigid tool. "Suck my cock, man!"
At that moment the light from a nearby lamp snapped on.
"I see you've met Doug," Randy said.
Without taking my mouth off of Doug's cock I looked towards Randy who stood in the doorway to the familyroom, beers in hand, completely naked. I was spellbound with a thick, juicy cock in my mouth and staring wide eyed at the biggest cock I had ever seen, staring, jerking back at me!
"Hey Dad!" Doug said.
"Hi son!" Randy replied.
"Whoa! Whoa!" I said, letting Doug's delicious cock slip from my mouth and throwing up my hands. "Man! Randy! I didn't know, dude! I ... uh!"
"I told you I'd treat the trick!" Randy replied, grinning.
I looked at Doug who smiled at me and continued stroking his dick.
"He can't be more than ..."
"Fifteen. I'm fifteen, Brad."
"Jeez, Randy! This scene. I dunno, man! You didn't ..."
"You didn't seem to mind when you were sucking my cock, Brad."
"I ... uh ... Jesus!"
Randy grinned, turned slightly so I could see the profile of his ass. Lowering one of the beer bottles to his ass, he shoved the neck of the bottle upwards until it disappeared up his butt.
"Brad!" Randy sighed.
At the same time, Doug grasped the back of his knees and yanked his legs towards his chest.
"Fuck my stinkhole, Brad!"
I turned my gaze towards Doug's ass. His juicy pucker was slimed over with a thick coat of brown sludge. His hole breathed. His anal ring flaring in and out.
"Jeez!" I gasped. On the one hand I watched as Randy fucked his ass with the beer bottle, whispering my name. On the other I looked at Doug's gaping hole which quivered and leaked his smelly, brown fudge.
"What did I promise you, Brad?" Randy whisphered, in a low, raspy voice.
"Treat the trick," I stammered.
"Here's your treat, Brad!" Doug said, grabbing his asscheeks and spreading them wide. "Daddy satisfies me but even I need strange cock to rape my filthy shithole!"
"Fuck him, Brad! Fuck my boy! I wanna see you pound his shitty hole! Fuck the shit outta his ass and then fuck me. We need to be fucked dirty, Brad. Stink and dirty!"
"Fuck me, Brad!" Doug whispered, a juicy fart escaping his puckering asslips sending a foul, rancid stench up my nostrils. "I know you want to, man! I wanna feel your cock pounding the hell outta my filthy boycunt!"
"Do it, Brad! Fuck my boy! Fuck my son!"
Randy pulled the beer bottle out of his ass. The neck of the bottle was covered in his shit.
"Smell it, Dad!" Doug hissed. "Smell your stink and eat it!"
Randy tipped the bottle towards me and smiled. As if toasting me, he raised it under his nose and took a deep breath.
"Smell your asshole, pig!" Doug yelled. "Smell your fuckin' slophole!"
"Aaaaaahhhhhh! Fuck! Fuck!" Randy moaned, as he sniffed the neck of the bottle.
"What do you smell, motherfucker?" Doug cried out.
"I smell shit, son! I smell my stinkin' shit!"
"Eat it, pig! Eat it, you filthy fuck! Eat shit! Your shit, Dad!"
Randy moaned with depraved lust as he sucked the neck of the bottle as if he were sucking cock, sweeping within his mouth the clumps of shit on the bottle neck. Slurping. Sucking hungrily.
I stood up trembling with excitement. My cock ached and throbbed. Like a crazed animal I tore out of my clothes and mounted the chair Doug was sitting in, squatting my hairy ass over his face.
"Smell it!" I hissed. "Smell my grundgy, dirty ass, boy! Smell my shithole, bitch!"
In an instant Doug thrust his face foward into my sweaty, nasty crack. I knew I was dirty back there and I grinded my ass forcefully upon his face.
"You like that, boy? You like smelling a man's filthy ass? Sniff my fuckhole, bitch! I wanna hear you smellin' my shithole!"
"Give me your stink, Brad! Fuckin' give it to me, pig!" Doug groaned, as he rubbed his face deep into my asscrack. "Fuckin' stinks like shit, man! Fuckin' sewer slop!"
"Oh yeah, fucker!" I shouted. "Get my buttstink all over your fuckin' pig face! I want you to smell like asshole, slutboy! Fuckin' stink like a man's shithole!"
"Stink my boy up good, Brad! Make him smell like the turd whore that he is!"
"Get your fuckhole over here, Randy!" I roared. "Sit on your pigboy's cock!"
As Randy impaled himself on Doug's rigid shaft, I let rip on Doug's face a powerful, wet, juicy fart. I could feel my ass spunk splatter back against my asscheeks.
"Thank you, sir!" Doug gasped.
"Oh yeah!" Randy groaned, as he sat down on Doug's cock. "Fuck me, son! Fuck me dirty and stink!"
"Yeah! Fuck the pig's ass!" I hollered, as I jumped off of the chair, shit oozing out of my asshole. I swiped my hand up my asscrack to capture my filth and rubbed it over Randy's face and then mine. "Fuck your Daddy! Ride your boy's cock, Randy!"
"Fuckin' your ass, Dad! Fuckin' your dirty, shithole, Dad!" Doug moaned.
"Yeah! Fuck me, Doug! Fuck me!"
"Ride that motherfuckin' cock!" I yelled, standing behind Randy and pinching his tits with a vengence. "Take your boy's cock up your stinking asshole, man!"
"Aaaaaahhhhhh! Fuck! Fuck!" Randy groaned. "Feels so fuckin' good, Brad. My boy's cock up my hole and you rapin' my tits!"
"Yeah? You want it real rough, motherfucker?" I yelled.
"Yes! Yes!" Randy moaned. "I'm your fuckin' pig, Brad! Anything. Just do it, fucker!"
I shoved Randy forward revealing his mancunt being streached by Doug's thick shaft. I delighted at the sight of Randy's ass slop oozing and farting out of his hole.
"Oh yeah, fucker!" I sighed, jacking on my rock hard dick. "This pig's gonna treat you to the fuck of your life! You keep fuckin' your Daddy, boy! Fuck the stinkin' shit outta him, Doug!"
"Oh fuck! Fuck!" Doug groaned, as he pistoned his cock in and out of Randy's ass. "Fuckin' nasty, dirty hole, Dad! Fuckin' sloppy fuck, man!"
"Yeah! Fuck my shitty hole, son! Fuck your Daddy! I wanna feel your big cock churning my shit!"
"Makin' my cock feel so good, Dad!"
"Aaaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!" Randy groaned. "Fuck! Fuck! What the fuckin' hell are you doin' to me, Brad?"
"God-damn!" Doug yelled, as I slid my cock along his up Randy's ass. "Fuck!"
"Yeah! You got that right, Doug. We're fuckin' the pig's ass together now! Plow his ass with me, boy! Let's fuck the pig's shitty mancunt!"
"Ah man!" Randy moaned, "Fuck! You nasty fuckers! Rape my man pussy! Fuck the pig's cunt! Fuckin' bitches! Filthy fuckin' sluts! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Together, Doug and I fucked Randy's hungry hole.
"Yeah! Yeah! Gimme your cocks!" Randy cried, bucking his ass back with each of our thrusts. "Fuck the stinkin' shit outta me!"
"You want more, fucker?" I cried out.
"What more can you give me, pig?" Randy panted.
I pulled my dick out of Randy's ass with a loud, slurping sound followed by a steamy pile of his reeking shit, which flowed over Doug's balls into the crack of his ass.
"Fuck yeah!" Doug moaned.
I stuck my cock into the rancid pile of shit and rubbed my dick against Doug's asshole. With one swift plunge I sunk ino Doug's tight, boycunt.
"He's fucking me, Dad!" Doug hollered.
"Fuck my boy's ass, Brad! Fuck him!"
As I pounded Doug's ass, I lubed my hand up with Randy's shit.
"Get ready, pig!" I yelled, as I grasped the base of Doug's shaft in my hand and slowly slid my hand, along Doug's cock up Randy's ass.
"Fuckin bitch!" Randy screamed, bucking his ass back. "Fuckin' ass freak!"
"Trick or treat, pigs!" I hollered, jacking Doug's cock up his Dad's ass while I fucked Doug's ass.
"Ah fuck! Fuck!" Doug gasped, thrashing about. "Fuck me, Brad! Jack my dick!"
In unison, Doug and I pumped our cocks. His up his Dad's ass along with my fist stroking his cock. My dick pumping up Doug's hole and Randy jacking himself.
"Fuck! Fuck!" We cried, one after the other as we spewed our spooge. Randy's cum flying onto Doug's face. My jizz up Dougs's asshole as I milked Doug's cum up his Dad's filthy shithole.
"Got any more tricks?" Randy panted, as the three of us disentangled.
I slid my face down towards Randy and Dougs's gaping, stink assholes.
"Now how about giving me my treat, guys!" I moaned.
I welcome your comments. Write to me at Rim4you@webtv.net