The morning sun streamed through the large kitchen windows, painting the rustic space in a warm, golden glow. The air was filled with the mouthwatering aroma of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee, mingling with the lingering traces of last night's debauchery.
Tyler stood at the stove, his nude form a vision of masculine perfection. The rippling muscles of his back flexed and bunched as he wielded the spatula with practiced ease, flipping pancakes and stirring scrambled eggs. His pert, muscular ass jiggled slightly with each movement, the pale globes practically begging to be squeezed.
At the large island, Jeremy, Andy and Ethan sat on the plush leather barstools, their eyes glued to Tyler's tantalizing display. They were all in various states of undress - Jeremy in a pair of low-slung pajama pants, Andy in nothing but tight boxer briefs, and Ethan wrapped in an oversized fluffy robe.
"Damn Ty, forget breakfast, I want to eat that cake for my morning meal," Andy purred, ogling Tyler's flexing glutes with unabashed hunger.
Tyler snorted, shooting a playful glare over his shoulder. "Keep it in your pants, horndog. This cake is off the menu until after I've had my coffee."
Andy retorted with a smug smirk, his hand gripping his impressive bulge through his briefs. "You think it would fit in my pants? This monster needs its own zip code."
Jeremy choked on his orange juice, sputtering and coughing as he tried to stifle his laughter. "Jesus Andy, it's too early for your filthy mouth," he wheezed, wiping his streaming eyes with the back of his hand.
"Lies and slander!" Andy declared dramatically, slapping his palm on the granite countertop. "It's never too early for filth. Filth waits for no man!"
"Filth may not wait, but breakfast is ready," Tyler interjected, sliding heaping plates of eggs, bacon and pancakes in front of each of them. "Eat up, fuckers. We've got a big day ahead of us."
Ethan eyed the veritable mountain of food with wide eyes. "Geez Ty, you planning on hibernating? This is enough to feed a small army."
"Or one Tyler," Andy quipped around a mouthful of syrup-drenched pancake.
Tyler brandished the spatula threateningly in Andy's direction. "Watch it, gin-nuts. I'm a growing boy. Gotta fuel the machine that fucks you senseless on the daily."
They continued to shove their faces with the hearty feast in front of them like a pack of hungry wolves.
Tyler smirked deviously as Andy held up his empty glass, waggling it in a silent request for more orange juice. "I got you covered, gin-nuts," he purred, snatching the glass from Andy's hand. "One special brew, coming right up."
With a wicked grin, Tyler turned his back to the island, holding the glass low and out of sight. The others watched with bated breath, knowing smiles playing on their lips as they anticipated what was to come.
A soft sigh and the unmistakable sound of liquid hitting glass broke the charged silence. Tyler's broad shoulders relaxed as he emptied his aching morning bladder, his stream strong and steady. The sharp, acrid scent of fresh piss wafted through the air, mingling headily with the rich aroma of coffee and salty bacon.
After what seemed an eternity, the tinkling sound tapered off. Tyler gave his softening cock a few shakes before tucking it back into the waistband of his boxers. He turned around with a flourish, presenting Andy with the glass of frothy, yellow liquid as if it were a fine vintage wine.
"Your beverage, sir," Tyler drawled, his blue eyes sparkling with mirth. "Straight from the tap, a classic Tyler original. Aged to perfection in my balls for the last eight hours."
Andy accepted the glass with a giddy grin, bringing it to his nose for an exaggerated sniff. He inhaled deeply, his eyes fluttering closed in exaggerated bliss as the potent fumes hit his sinuses. "Mmm, what a delightful bouquet," he sighed dreamily. "Notes of asparagus and coffee, with just a hint of morning wood musk. Exquisite."
Jeremy and Ethan watched with rapt attention, their gazes locked on Andy's adam's apple as he brought the glass to his smiling lips. Andy tipped the glass back, taking a long, slow sip of the warm, salty brew. He swished it around his mouth like a true connoisseur, letting the flavors explode across his tongue before swallowing with a theatrical gulp.
"Ahh, now that's the stuff!" Andy exclaimed, smacking his lips in satisfaction. "Nothing beats a tall glass of Vitamin T in the morning. Really puts the 'pep' in my step, if you know what I mean." He punctuated his statement with an exaggerated wink and a lewd grab of his crotch.
The others groaned and laughed at Andy's terrible pun, the earlier tension dissolving into playful camaraderie.
"You're disgusting," Ethan giggled, his cheeks flushed a fetching pink. "I can't believe you just drank Tyler's nasty piss like it was nothing."
"Believe it, baby," Andy crowed, taking another hearty swig.
Andy continued to gulp down Tyler's pungent piss, relishing the warm, salty flavor coating his tongue. He chugged the frothy brew with gusto, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful. The acrid scent of urine filled his nostrils, making his eyes water slightly.
As he polished off the last few drops, Andy let out a resounding belch, the crude sound echoing off the rustic rafters. "Ahh, that really hit the spot!" he sighed contentedly, patting his slightly rounded belly. "Compliments to the chef! Or should I say, the urinal?"
Tyler sketched a mocking bow, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his handsome face. "Always happy to quench your thirst, gin-nuts. I've got plenty more where that came from."
Grinning like a fool, Andy turned his attention back to the heaping plate of breakfast in front of him. He shoveled forkfuls of fluffy scrambled eggs and crispy bacon into his mouth, barely pausing to chew in his enthusiasm.
Andy drowned his stack of pancakes in an obscene amount of maple syrup until they were saturated with the sticky-sweet liquid. He used his fork to carve a dripping chunk of flapjack and shoved the whole thing in his mouth, humming in bliss as the rich flavors exploded across his tongue.
Wash, rinse, repeat - Andy demolished his breakfast like a starving man at a feast, packing away an impressive amount of food into his straining stomach. He chased each heaping mouthful with long swigs of the coffee Tyler kept refilling, the bitter brew spiked liberally with cream and sugar.
As his gut grew more and more bloated, stretching the waistband of his boxer briefs to the limit, Andy began to shift uncomfortably on his barstool. His innards gurgled and churned audibly, the heavy meal not sitting quite right in his distended belly.
"Oof, I'm getting stuffed," Andy groaned, one hand coming to rest on his aching stomach. His face pinched in discomfort as a particularly intense cramp wracked his midsection, the pressure building to an almost unbearable degree.
Jeremy eyed Andy's rounded tummy with a mix of concern and poorly concealed arousal. "Maybe slow down there, babe," he suggested, reaching out to rub soothing circles on Andy's lower back. "Wouldn't want you to pop."
Andy waved off Jeremy's concern with a cheeky grin, even as another pain spasm made him wince. "Nah, I'm good," he insisted, punctuating his statement with a resonant belch. "Just gotta make some room is all. Clear out the pipes, if you know what I mean."
Andy scrunched up his face in intense concentration, bearing down on his bloated, gurgling gut. His freckled cheeks puffed out with the strain as he focused all his energy on the churning pressure in his lower belly. Sweat beaded on his brow, his ginger hair darkening and clinging to his forehead in damp tendrils.
"Hnnnnggghhhh..." Andy grunted, shifting his weight on the barstool in search of the perfect angle. His innards let out an ominous rumble, the gaseous bubbles rolling like a tempestuous sea. He could feel the mounting pressure building to a crescendo, the hot, noxious gas seeking desperate release.
Just when it seemed like Andy's straining belly might explode, his puckered hole blossomed open and unleashed a massive, earth-shattering fart.
BBBBBRRRRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT!!!
The raunchy, brassy sound ripped through the morning tranquility like a thunderclap, rattling the dishes in the cupboards and vibrating the barstools. It went on and on, a seemingly endless burst of flatulence that tapered off into a wet, sputtering finish. The musky stench of fermented eggs and rotten meat quickly enveloped the kitchen, making eyes water and nostrils burn.
"Ooooh fuck yeah, that's the stuff!" Andy groaned in relief, slumping bonelessly against the granite countertop. His face was flushed and shiny with exertion, his freckles standing out in stark contrast to his ruddy skin. He rubbed his slightly softened belly with a satisfied grin, reveling in the blessed absence of pressure.
The others waved their hands in front of their faces, trying in vain to dispel the noxious cloud of ass gas that permeated the air.
Andy shifted on the barstool, the leather squeaking obscenely under his squirming cheeks. His face scrunched up once more, his hole puckering and flexing as he prepared to unleash another anal salvo.
PPPPPFFFFFFRRRRRAAAAPPPPPTTTTTTT!!! BBBBRRRRPPPPTTTT!!! FFFLLLRRRRRPPPPP!!!
A rapid-fire volley of farts burst from Andy's ass, each one wetter and nastier than the last. Andy giggled as he unleashed a few more raunchy, wet farts, each one accompanied by a lewd squelching noise. "Whew, I better stop eating or I'm gonna paint my undies brown!" he joked, fanning the air behind him dramatically.
As if on cue, an especially nasty, juicy fart ripped from Andy's hole, the warm stink quickly enveloping the kitchen. Andy shifted on the barstool and yelped as he felt something warm and wet spread across his ass cheeks.
"Uh oh, I think we've got a Code Brown situation here!" Andy announced gleefully, hopping off the stool and bending over to show off the damage. Sure enough, a sizable wet brown stain was blooming on the white fabric stretched across his ample bubble butt.
Jeremy and Ethan leaned in close, their eyes wide and cheeks flushed as they took in the raunchy sight. The earthy stench of Andy's accidental shart filled their nostrils, heady and intoxicating.
"Fuck, that's so nasty," Jeremy breathed, palming his rock-hard erection through his pajama pants. His gaze was riveted to the filthy mess in Andy's briefs, pupils blown wide with lust. "You filthy fucking slut, shitting yourself at the breakfast table..."
Ethan whimpered needily, squirming on his barstool as his own cock throbbed urgently against his thigh. "I want a closer look," he pleaded, sliding off his seat and dropping to his knees behind Andy's bent form. "Wanna see that dirty hole..."
Andy reached back and slid his undies down and pulled his cheeks apart, giving Ethan an unobstructed view of his most intimate place. His pucker winked and flexed, smeared with streaks of coppery brown. The pungent aroma was even stronger here, wafting from Andy's crack in noxious waves.
Andy pulled up his soiled briefs with a wet squelch, the clammy fabric clinging uncomfortably to his sticky crack. He slid back onto the barstool gingerly, shifting his weight with a small wince. The cooling mess smeared between his cheeks with every movement, a raunchy reminder of his filthy accident.
Jeremy scooted his stool closer, draping a strong arm over Andy's shoulders and pulling him close. His large hand found Andy's plush inner thigh, kneading the sensitive flesh through the damp cotton of his underwear. Andy sighed and melted into the touch, parting his thighs in silent invitation.
Jeremy's clever fingers crept higher, teasing along the pronounced outline of Andy's straining erection. He palmed Andy through the damp, clingy fabric, relishing the incredible heat radiating from his boyfriend's eager cock.
Slowly, almost torturously, Jeremy leaned in to capture Andy's lips in a deep, searching kiss. Andy whimpered into the slick press of mouths, his hips canting forward to grind his aching bulge into Jeremy's grip.
They made out lazily, heedless of their rapt audience. Jeremy's hand roamed Andy's body as they kissed, mapping the familiar planes and curves he knew by heart. He traced the smattering of freckles on Andy's shoulders, connecting them like constellations under his reverent fingertips.
Andy sighed into the kiss, his heart fluttering at the tender worship of Jeremy's touch. He melted against his lover's strong chest, fitting their bodies together like two perfect puzzle pieces. His fingers tangled in Jeremy's sleep-mussed hair, tugging gently at the silky chestnut strands.
Slowly, reluctantly, Jeremy gentled the kiss, easing back until only their foreheads touched. His hand came up to cup Andy's cheek, thumb stroking over the familiar curve of freckled skin. Andy's eyes fluttered open, hazy and unfocused with pleasure. A soft, dreamy smile played on his kiss-swollen lips.
"I love you," Jeremy murmured, his voice low and intimate in the charged space between them. "I love you so fucking much."
Andy's heart swelled at the quiet conviction in Jeremy's words. "I love you too," he whispered back, turning his head to press a sweet kiss to Jeremy's palm. "More than anything."
They stayed like that for a long moment, foreheads pressed together, trading air and basking in the simple intimacy of the embrace.
Eventually, they disentangled themselves and cleaned up the breakfast dishes, moving around each other in the easy, familiar dance of domesticity. Ethan and Tyler had slipped away at some point during their tender exchange, giving the couple some privacy.
Once the kitchen was tidied to their satisfaction, Jeremy and Andy padded into the spacious living room hand in hand. The large space was even more inviting in the light of day, the plush leather furniture and rustic decor beckoning them to relax and unwind.
They snuggled up on the massive leather sofa, Jeremy spooning Andy from behind under a soft fleece blanket. Jeremy nuzzled into the nape of Andy's neck, breathing in the familiar scent of his shampoo and underlying musk. Andy hummed contentedly, burrowing back into the solid warmth of his boyfriend's embrace.
Jeremy grabbed the remote and flicked on the large flatscreen TV mounted above the fireplace. He scrolled through the options before settling on a classic slasher flick, the ominous opening credits filling the room. Andy grinned and wriggled excitedly against him, always eager for a good scary movie.
As the opening credits of the slasher flick rolled, Jeremy and Andy settled deeper into the plush leather couch, their bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces. The ominous music swelled, filling the spacious living room with a sense of foreboding. Andy grinned and wriggled excitedly against Jeremy's chest, always eager for a good scary movie.
"Oh man, this is gonna be so good," Andy enthused, his eyes glued to the screen as the title card splashed across in dripping red letters. "I heard this one has some of the gnarliest kills ever filmed!"
"Joy," Jeremy deadpanned, even as an amused smile tugged at his lips. "Just what I want to see first thing in the morning - gratuitous gore and dismemberment."
"Hey, it beats watching the morning news," Andy quipped, tilting his head back to shoot Jeremy a cheeky grin. "At least the violence in slasher flicks is fictional."
Jeremy huffed out a laugh, conceding the point. He nuzzled into the nape of Andy's neck, breathing in the warm, slightly musky scent of his skin and hair. Andy hummed and melted into the embrace, lacing their fingers together over his softening belly.
The movie began in earnest, opening on a group of impossibly attractive twenty-somethings road tripping to a remote cabin in the woods. The dialogue was clunky and the acting wooden, but the guys were easy on the eyes, especially the tall, dark, and handsome one with the chiseled jawline.
"Damn, check out the beefcake," Andy purred appreciatively, ogling the muscular actor as he chopped wood shirtless in the warm, golden glow of the setting sun. Sweat glistened on his tan skin, highlighting the ridges and planes of his impressive physique. "I'd let him split my logs any day, if you know what I mean..."
Jeremy snorted, playfully swatting at Andy's hip. "Down boy," he chuckled, even as his own gaze lingered on the mouthwatering display of masculinity. "Pretty sure climbing through the TV is frowned upon."
Andy sighed dramatically. A wicked grin stretched his lips as a positively filthy idea occurred to him. "Can you imagine sitting on that pretty face? Smothering those perfect features with my big, smelly ass while I just let it rip?"
Jeremy groaned, his cock giving an interested twitch against Andy's plush rear. "Jesus, Andy..."
"Dude would be buried in freckled cheek, choking on my nasty farts," Andy continued gleefully, squirming his hips back to grind against Jeremy's chubbing erection. "I'd paint his face brown with my beefy ass-blasts, make him huff my stink until he fucking passed out from the reeking stench!"
Jeremy shivered at Andy's filthy words, his cock now fully hard and aching in his pajama pants. He could picture it vividly - Andy's ample, freckled cheeks engulfing the actor's chiseled features, muffling his cries as Andy assaulted him with an onslaught of ripe, brassy farts. The debauched image sent a bolt of liquid heat straight to Jeremy's groin.
On the other couch, Tyler and Ethan were similarly enthralled by the tantalizing male specimen on the screen. Ethan was practically in Tyler's lap, his slender body trembling with a mix of excitement and trepidation as the movie's ominous score swelled to a crescendo. Tyler had one strong arm wrapped around Ethan's narrow shoulders, anchoring the smaller boy to his solid warmth.
Just as the protagonist ventured down into the dark, dank basement of the cabin, a loud bang shattered the suspenseful silence. Ethan yelped and nearly leapt out of his skin, burrowing deeper into Tyler's protective embrace. Tyler chuckled lowly and pulled Ethan closer, large hand rubbing soothing circles between the smaller boy's shoulder blades.
"Shhh, I got you baby," Tyler murmured, lips brushing the delicate shell of Ethan's ear. "Nothing's gonna get you while I'm around."
Ethan shivered and turned to hide his burning face in the crook of Tyler's neck, breathing in the larger man's comforting musk. Tyler always made him feel so safe, so cherished - even in the midst of pants-wetting terror.
And speaking of pants-wetting...
Ethan squirmed uncomfortably as he became aware of a small but growing damp patch at the front of his sleep shorts. His bladder had apparently released a little spurt of piss in his fright, moistening the thin cotton fabric. Ethan's cheeks flamed with embarrassment, his thighs clamping together in a futile attempt to hide the evidence of his accident.
But of course, Tyler noticed immediately, his keen eyes zeroing in on the telltale wet spot darkening Ethan's crotch. A slow, wicked grin stretched the larger man's lips, his blue eyes glinting with predatory hunger.
"Did my boy have a little accident?" Tyler purred, his large hand sliding down Ethan's trembling flank to palm the damp bulge between his thighs. "Pissed yourself like a scared little baby, hmm?"
Ethan whimpered and squirmed as Tyler groped his moist crotch, torn between humiliation and sizzling arousal. The damp fabric clung to his chubbing cock, growing warmer as Tyler's ministrations coaxed more blood to his groin.
"I-it was an accident," Ethan stammered, his voice breathy and quavering. He bit his plump lower lip, worrying the tender flesh between his teeth as he gazed up at Tyler through damp lashes. "I didn't mean to, I swear..."
"Oh, I know you didn't." Tyler crooned, his deep baritone sending delicious shivers down Ethan's spine. He continued to palm Ethan through his shorts, feeling the growing outline of the boy's eager cock. "But I think we both know how much you love pissing yourself for me. Gets you all hot and bothered, doesn't it? Being my perfect little piss boy?"
Ethan's breath hitched on a needy whine, his hips canting up into Tyler's massaging hand. The flimsy cotton of his sleep shorts was nearly soaked through now, the spreading damp a filthy badge of his perversion. He could feel his balls drawing up tight to his body, his cock throbbing in time with his racing heart.
Tyler leaned in close, his lips brushing the feverish shell of Ethan's ear as he continued his sinful monologue. "Gonna mark you up so good, baby," he rumbled, punctuating his words with a firm squeeze to Ethan's dripping bulge. "Rub my stink all over this cute little cock, get you drenched in my musk. Fuck, can you imagine? Walking around all day smelling like my sweaty ball funk, a constant reminder of who you belong to..."
Ethan mewled desperately, nodding so hard he nearly gave himself whiplash. The idea of being claimed so thoroughly, so completely by Tyler's essence had arousal spiking through his veins like wildfire. "Please," he gasped, too far gone to care about the needy, reedy quality of his voice. "Please Ty, want it so bad, wanna smell like you, be y-yours..."
Tyler growled possessively, surging forward to capture Ethan's lips in a bruising kiss. He plundered the boy's mouth with lips and teeth and tongue, staking his claim with every dirty slide of flesh on flesh. Ethan surrendered beautifully, parting his lips and letting Tyler take whatever he wanted.
They made out fiercely, heedless of their surroundings or the movie still playing in the background. Ethan was drowning in sensation, lost to everything but the hot, wet slide of Tyler's mouth and the relentless grind of his palm. He could feel his orgasm building at the base of his spine. Soon it was too much to bare and he started to shoot his warm creamy jizz all over the inside of his underwear and shorts. The thick ropes of cum seeping through the material and sullying it.
The movie came to a terrifying conclusion, the final bloody confrontation leaving them all wide-eyed and breathless. As the credits rolled over the haunting score, an unsettled hush fell over the living room. Ethan was practically vibrating out of his skin, his face buried in the crook of Tyler's neck as residual shivers wracked his slender frame.
"Jesus fuck, that was intense," Jeremy exhaled shakily, running a trembling hand through his sleep-mussed hair. He could feel Andy's racing heartbeat where their chests were pressed together, his boyfriend's body still tight with tension.
"I vote we watch something a little less murder-y now," Andy piped up, his voice slightly muffled from where his face was smooshed against Jeremy's pec. "My poor little heart can't take any more scares today."
Tyler huffed out a laugh, the sound slightly strained. Even he had been affected by the film's gory climax, his usually unflappable exterior showing minute cracks. "I second that motion," he said, giving Ethan a comforting squeeze. "Something light and stupid sounds perfect right about now."
"Ooh, I know!" Ethan chirped, perking up from his Tyler-cocoon. His green eyes sparkled with sudden excitement, a giddy grin stretching his pink lips. "Let's watch Shrek! It's silly and fun and exactly what we need after all that blood and guts."
A chorus of enthusiastic agreement met his suggestion, the heavy atmosphere lifting as they all eagerly anticipated a return to the lighthearted and absurd.
Jeremy quickly pulled up the movie and they all settled in, snuggling closer to their respective partners as the familiar fairy tale world filled the screen. The lush greens of the forest and the warm golden light filtering through the trees was a balm to their frayed nerves, the cheerful animation a stark contrast to the bleak grittiness of the slasher flick.
As the titular ogre made his first appearance, stomping grumpily through his swamp, Andy let out an appreciative whistle. "Damn, I forgot how weirdly hot Shrek is," he mused, tilting his head as he ogled the green-skinned giant. "Like, in a totally gross, smelly, unwashed kind of way."
Jeremy snorted, jostling Andy playfully. "Only you would find a cartoon ogre attractive," he teased, even as his eyes roamed over Shrek's bulging muscles and prominent belly appreciatively. "I don't even want to know what that says about your taste in men."
"That I like my guys beefy, gassy and reeking of swamp ass?" Andy fired back with a shameless grin. "What can I say, Shrek just does it for me. You know he's rocking a massive green hog under that little brown rag. And you just know Shrek's got the stinkiest, nastiest farts," Andy continued gleefully, bouncing a little on the couch cushions in his excitement. "Can you imagine the beefy swamp gas he must rip after chowing down on slugs and eyeballs? Fuuuck, I bet his mud hut reeks like fermented ass!"
Jeremy laughed, shaking his head at his boyfriend's filthy musings. "You're incorrigible. Only you could make cartoon flatulence sound hot."
Andy flashed a wicked grin. "Don't even pretend you wouldn't love to get crop dusted by Shrek's rancid ogre ass. Dude probably farts so hard it flattens the grass around his swamp."
"Like that scene where he rips a big bubble fart in the pond?" Ethan piped up, giggling.
"Yes, exactly!" Andy crowed, pointing at the screen where that very scene was playing out. Shrek's naked green backside breached the surface of the murky water as he unleashed a raunchy underwater fart. Putrid bubbles rose to the surface and popped, the surrounding reeds wilting under the noxious assault. "God, that's so fucking nasty. What I wouldn't give to be one of those frogs, just getting absolutely blasted by Shrek's swampy gas..."
"You'd probably pass out from the stench," Tyler snorted, wrinkling his nose. "Death by ogre fart, what a way to go."
"Hey, there are worse ways to die," Andy argued, still transfixed by Shrek's burbling backside. "At least I'd go out doing what I love - huffing beefy dude-stink."
The others laughed at Andy's unabashed depravity, the last vestiges of unease from the horror movie melting away in the face of his ridiculous commentary. Trust Andy to bring levity to any situation with his unique brand of raunchy humor.
As the movie played on, they continued to joke and jab at each other, the banter flowing as easily as breathing. The cozy domesticity of it all wrapped around them like a warm hug, a blissful cocoon of camaraderie and affection.
Jeremy pulled Andy closer, burying his nose in his boyfriend's fiery hair and breathing deep. The familiar scent of artificial apples and underlying musk filled his nose, the most potent comfort. Andy hummed contentedly, snuggling deeper into Jeremy's embrace until there was no space left between them.
In that perfect moment, the rest of the world fell away - the stress of their everyday lives, the turbulent uncertainty of the future, all of it faded to an inconsequential buzz. All that mattered was the four of them, together and happy and whole.
As the end credits of Shrek rolled, the four boys stretched and yawned, their limbs heavy with lazy contentment. The pale winter sun slanted through the large picture windows, painting the cozy living room in a washed-out golden glow. It made everything feel soft and hazy, like a half-remembered dream.
"Well, that was delightful," Ethan said brightly, untangling himself from Tyler's embrace and hopping to his feet. "But I'm way too keyed up to just lounge around all day. We should do something fun, get our blood pumping!"
"Hmm, I think I have an idea," Andy said with a mischievous grin, a wicked gleam sparkling in his green eyes. He rolled off the couch and padded over to the hall closet, rummaging around inside for a moment before emerging with a triumphant "Aha!" In his hands was a large square box, its brightly colored packaging unmistakable.
"Twister? Really?" Jeremy laughed, raising an incredulous eyebrow. "What are we, twelve?"
"Oh come on, it'll be a blast!" Andy cajoled, already clearing a space on the large plush area rug. He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, a salacious smirk playing on his lips. "Besides, I seem to recall some rather...memorable Twister sessions from our youth. Lots of slipping and sliding, tangled limbs, wandering hands..."
Tyler barked out a laugh, hauling himself up from the sofa. "Oh, you devious little shit. You just want an excuse to rub your ass all over us."
Andy clasped a dramatic hand to his chest, his expression one of mock affront. "Why, Tyler! You wound me with your baseless accusations!" He fluttered his lashes coquettishly, sticking out his plump bottom lip in an exaggerated pout. "I'll have you know my intentions are nothing but pure. As pure as the driven snow."
"Pure filth, maybe," Ethan snorted, even as he eagerly helped Andy spread out the large plastic mat. The bright primary colors stood out cheerfully against the plush cream carpet, a whimsical splash of nostalgia.
Soon enough, the four boys were assembled around the edge of the mat, exchanging heated looks and playful challenges. They had all stripped down to their underwear in a show of "fairness", but the flimsy cotton did little to conceal their growing excitement. Cocks twitched and strained against snug waistbands, the air crackling with sexual tension.
Jeremy volunteered to man the spinner first, his long fingers flicking the plastic arrow with practiced ease. "Left foot red," he called out, his voice already husky with anticipation.
The other three scrambled to comply, jockeying for position on the crowded mat. Andy made sure to place himself directly across from Tyler, shooting the taller boy a wink and a filthy grin. Tyler just shook his head in amused exasperation, but there was no mistaking the hunger in his darkening gaze.
"Right hand yellow," Jeremy announced, and the game began in earnest.
Limbs tangled and bodies strained as they contorted themselves to reach the colorful dots. Andy took every opportunity to brush against the others, his pert ass "accidentally" grazing Tyler's crotch, his chest pressing hotly against Ethan's back. The air grew thick with the musk of their exertion, the scent of arousal and mischief.
"Left hand blue- no, green!" Jeremy stuttered, his composure cracking as he watched his friends writhe and undulate. The bulge in his black boxer briefs was obscene, a damp patch spreading where the swollen head of his cock leaked steadily.
Andy twisted sinuously, wedging himself under Tyler's impressive bulk. His upturned ass brushed maddeningly against the front of Tyler's straining red briefs, the cleft of his cheeks cradling the thick line of Tyler's erection. "Mmmm, is that a summer sausage in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" Andy purred, punctuating his terrible line with a sensual roll of his hips.
"Fuck, you feel that, baby?" Tyler growled, grinding his aching cock harder against Andy's ass. The frottage was delicious, the layers of damp cotton only heightening the friction. "Gonna make you choke on this sausage later, feed you every thick inch until you're gagging for it."
Andy whimpered needily, arching his back to push his ass more firmly against Tyler's crotch. "P-promises, promises," he gasped, his hole clenching hungrily at the filthy promise.
Across the mat, Ethan was faring no better. He was sprawled beneath Jeremy in a lewd tangle of limbs, his slender legs spread wide to accommodate Jeremy's muscular thigh. Every shift and flex of Jeremy's powerful body rubbed deliciously against Ethan's silk-clad erection, sending sparks of pleasure zinging up his spine.
"Nnngh, Jer, please," Ethan mewled desperately, shameless in his need. Sweat dampened the hair at his temples, his flushed face a mask of wanton desperation. "I can't- fuck, I'm gonna-"
"Yeah, you gonna cum in your panties like a horny little slut?" Jeremy purred, his voice a dark, sinful caress. He pressed his thigh harder against Ethan's silk-covered cock, relishing the damp heat radiating through the thin fabric. "Gonna cream yourself from humping my leg like a desperate little puppy?"
Ethan keened brokenly, his hips stuttering as he rutted shamelessly against Jeremy's muscular thigh. The pressure and friction were too delicious to resist, his aching cock leaking a steady stream of slick into his already damp underwear. He could feel his orgasm building at the base of his spine, his balls drawing up tight in preparation.
On the other side of the mat, Andy and Tyler were engaged in their own filthy grind. Andy had abandoned all pretense of playing the game, too focused on chasing the electrifying pleasure of Tyler's thick cock rubbing insistently against his hole. The cleft of his ass clenched and fluttered, trying instinctively to draw Tyler inside.
"Fuck, I can't wait to wreck this greedy little boy-cunt," Tyler growled, one hand releasing its grip on a red circle to grab a rough handful of Andy's plush ass. He kneaded the firm globe, fingers digging into the supple flesh hard enough to bruise. "Gonna fuck you stupid, rearrange your guts with my thick daddy dick."
Andy sobbed, nodding frantically as he ground back against Tyler's prodding erection. "Yes, fuck, wreck me," he babbled mindlessly, too far gone to care about anything but getting Tyler's cock in his desperate hole. "Want it so bad, wanna feel you splitting me open, Ty, please..."
As if on cue, the flimsy cotton of Andy's briefs gave way with a muted rip. The worn fabric tore right up the middle, baring the slick pink of Andy's winking hole to Tyler's ravenous gaze. A pearl of creamy slick dribbled from his furled entrance, the musky scent of his arousal thickening the air.
"Holy fuck," Tyler breathed reverently, transfixed by the obscene sight. He swiped his thumb through the sticky wetness, smearing it around Andy's rim and making the redhead shudder and clench. "Look at you, so wet and ready for me. Fuckin' drooling for it."
Andy whined, high and needy in the back of his throat. He was so empty, his hole clenching desperately around nothing. He needed to be filled, stuffed to bursting with thick, pulsing cock. "Please, Tyler, I need it," he begged shamelessly, tossing away the last shreds of his dignity. "Need your huge dick in me, splitting me open, fucking me 'til I can't walk right."
Ethan was lost to the world, his entire being consumed by the delicious friction of Jeremy's muscular thigh grinding against his aching cock. The damp silk of his briefs clung obscenely to his throbbing erection, the thin fabric soaked through with his copious pre-cum. Ethan's hips moved on their own accord, rutting shamelessly against the hard planes of Jeremy's body like a bitch in heat.
"That's it, hump my leg like the desperate little slut you are," Jeremy growled, his hot breath puffing against the sweat-damp skin of Ethan's neck. "Gonna soak your panties with jizz, make a fucking mess all over yourself. Bet you can't wait to lick it all up, you nasty little cum whore."
Ethan whimpered and shook, his hole clenching around nothing as Jeremy's filthy words washed over him. He was so close, teetering right on the knife's edge of release. His pulsing cock leaked like a faucet, painting his silk briefs with streaks of glistening slick.
Jeremy grinned wickedly, feeling Ethan's desperation in the frantic stutter of his hips. He shifted slightly, wedging his thigh even harder against Ethan's straining erection. At the same time, he bore down on his bowels, a wicked idea sparking in his lust-fogged brain.
"Gonna give you a special treat, bud," Jeremy purred, his voice dripping with dark promise. "Gonna gas you out while you hump my leg, let you sniff my nasty fucking farts while you cream your panties like a pathetic little bitch."
Ethan keened brokenly, nodding so hard he nearly gave himself whiplash. The idea of huffing Jeremy's raw, beefy stink while he rutted mindlessly against his thigh was too filthy, too depraved to resist. "P-please, fuck, do it," Ethan babbled, too far gone to care about the desperate neediness in his voice. "Crop dust me, fucking ruin me with your stink, Jer, please-"
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An enormous, ripping fart exploded from Jeremy's ass, the raunchy sound shattering the charged air. A gust of hot, moist stink enveloped Ethan's face, flooding his nostrils and coating the back of his tongue with the ripe, heady funk of Jeremy's bowels. It was absolutely vile, reeking of rotten eggs and spoiled meat, and Ethan breathed it in like the sweetest perfume.
The rank stench of Jeremy's fart was the final push Ethan needed. With a broken wail, his cock pulsed and jerked as he came explosively
Ethan's cock erupted like a geyser, painting the inside of his silk briefs with ropy spurts of hot, thick cum. The orgasm crashed over him in relentless waves, whiting out his vision and sending shockwaves of ecstasy radiating through every nerve ending. He convulsed and shuddered, a broken litany of "Ah ah ahhh, fuck, Jer, fuuuck!" spilling from his slack lips.
Jeremy growled in satisfaction, grinding his thigh harder against Ethan's twitching, spasming cock. He could feel the spreading warmth of Ethan's release soaking through the flimsy silk, branding his skin with the proof of Ethan's depravity. The musky, slightly bitter scent of fresh spunk joined the lingering cloud of Jeremy's rancid fart, a dizzying perfume of utter filth.
"That's it, cream those panties for me," Jeremy purred, his voice a dark, honeyed rumble. "Such a good boy, coming in your underwear like a desperate little slut. Gonna make you wear them all day, let everyone smell what a nasty cum dumpster you are..."
Ethan whimpered and shook through the aftershocks, his sensitive cock still dribbling weakly into the soggy confines of his ruined briefs. Jeremy's sinful words made him clench and leak, his spent hole fluttering hungrily around nothing.
Across the mat, Tyler was transfixed by the depraved spectacle of Jeremy gassing Ethan out, the smaller boy's ecstatic cries of release going straight to his throbbing cock. He ground harder against Andy's upturned ass, the mushroom head of his leaking erection catching teasingly on Andy's exposed rim.
"Fuck, you see that, baby?" Tyler growled, the molten gravel of his voice making Andy shiver and clench. "Ethan just jizzed in his panties from huffing Jeremy's nasty gas. So fuckin' hot, watching him fall apart like that."
"God yes," Andy panted, nodding frantically as he pushed back against Tyler's prodding cock. The thick crown nudged insistently at his hole, smearing the slick, fluttering muscle with pre-cum. "Want that, want you to gas me while you fuck me, fill me with your stink and cum, uuunngh please Ty..."
Tyler's control snapped like a frayed rubber band. With a guttural snarl, he reared back and ripped Andy's briefs clean off with one powerful yank. The flimsy cotton tore away like tissue paper, leaving Andy bare and exposed, his pink little hole winking needily between his plump cheeks.
Wasting no time, Tyler lined up his throbbing cock and pushed in with one hard, relentless thrust.
The fat head of Tyler's cock breached Andy's tight ring of muscle, sinking into his slick, clutching heat inch by delicious inch. Andy keened high in his throat, his back arching like a bow as he was split open on Tyler's thick girth. The burn and stretch was exquisite, skirting the knife's edge of pain and pleasure.
"Oh fuck, baby, so tight," Tyler grunted, bottoming out with a filthy, wet squelch. He could feel Andy's greedy hole fluttering and clenching around him, drawing him even deeper. "Gonna ruin this pussy, stretch it out so good..."
"Yes, fuck, ruin me," Andy babbled, pushing back to take Tyler even further inside. He felt so full, stuffed to the brim with hot, throbbing cock. "Wreck my hole, make it yours, fuck, Ty please..."
Tyler set a punishing pace, pulling out until just the tip remained before slamming back in with enough force to rattle Andy's teeth. The obscene slap of skin on skin echoed through the room, punctuated by Andy's wanton moans and the wet squelch of his well-fucked hole.
"Take it, fucking take it," Tyler snarled, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. Sweat rolled down his chest and back, his muscles flexing and bunching as he plowed into Andy's willing body. "Gonna flood this cunt with my cum, mark you up inside, unh fuck yeah..."
Andy's cock bobbed and leaked between his legs, bouncing obscenely with each jarring impact. Dribbles of pre-cum splattered the Twister mat, smearing the bright colors with glistening streaks of slick.
Tyler changed his angle slightly and Andy saw stars, a ragged scream ripping from his throat as Tyler's cock nailed his prostate dead-on. "FUCK, there, right fucking there!" Andy wailed, his voice cracking with the force of his pleasure. Electric ecstasy sparked up his spine, gathering in a molten pool at the base of his cock.
"Yeah, you like that?" Tyler growled, hammering Andy's sweet spot with ruthless precision. "Gonna make you fucking paint the mat, cum untouched like the pathetic slut you are."
Pressure coiled tighter and tighter in Andy's gut, his balls drawing up painfully tight. He was so close, teetering right on the razor's edge. "Ty, fuck, 'm gonna- guh- gonna cum," he slurred, face slack and eyes rolled back in bliss.
"Do it," Tyler commanded, his pace turning erratic as his own release barrelled down on him. "Fucking do it, cum for me, now now NOW!"
Andy's cock erupted like a geyser, painting the Twister mat with ropy spurts of hot, thick cum. His orgasm crashed over him in relentless waves, whiting out his vision and sending shockwaves of ecstasy radiating through every nerve ending. He convulsed and shuddered, a broken litany of "Ah ah ahhh, fuck, Ty, fuuuck!" spilling from his slack lips as his cock pulsed out spurt after spurt of pearly jizz.
The mat beneath him was quickly soaked with his release, the bright primary colors smeared and splattered with streaks of creamy white. It pooled obscenely in the crevices of the plastic, a filthy puddle of Andy's depravity.
Tyler snarled in satisfaction as he felt Andy's hole clench and spasm around his pistoning cock, the velvety walls rippling deliciously as Andy was consumed by the force of his orgasm. The slick, fluttering heat was too much for Tyler to take, his own release barreling down on him like a freight train.
With a roar of completion, Tyler buried himself balls-deep and exploded, flooding Andy's greedy hole with what felt like gallons of molten cum. His cock jerked and pulsed as it pumped Andy full, painting his inner walls with thick ropes of jizz.
Andy mewled weakly as he felt the delicious warmth of Tyler's seed filling him up, his insides clenching desperately as if to milk every last drop. He felt marked, claimed, stuffed so full of Tyler's essence that he would be leaking for days.
After a small eternity, Tyler pulled out with a filthy squelch, his softening cock slipping free from Andy's puffy, gaping hole. A river of pearly cum followed in its wake, dribbling down the curve of Andy's ass and splashing obscenely onto the mat below.
Not finished with his marking, Tyler fisted his still-leaking cock and aimed the last weak spurts at Andy's upturned ass and back. He painted Andy's freckled skin with streaks of his seed, the creamy jizz a stark contrast against the flushed canvas of Andy's flesh. Andy shivered as he felt the warm splatter of Tyler's release branding him, soothing the heated sting of his well-spanked cheeks.
Panting harshly, Tyler sat back on his haunches to survey his work. Andy was an absolute vision of debauchery, sprawled out amidst the ruins of the Twister mat. His hole was puffy and stretched, a creamy line of cum dribbling down his crack. His pert ass and muscular back glistened with Tyler's marking, the musky scent of spunk rising thickly from his claimed body.
Tyler surveyed his debauched handiwork with a savage sense of pride, his nostrils flaring as he breathed in the ripe, earthy musk of his spent seed splattered across Andy's freckled skin. Andy was sprawled out amidst the ruins of the Twister mat, his lean body painted in streaks of creamy jizz that gleamed obscenely in the soft afternoon light. His hole was puffy and gaping, Tyler's thick load oozing out to dribble between his reddened cheeks and pool lewdly on the plastic below.
The room reeked of raw, primal sex - the sharp tang of sweat and spunk mingling headily with the lingering funk of Jeremy's rancid gas. It was a dizzying perfume of pure, concentrated filth, and Tyler breathed it in like the finest ambrosia. His cock gave a valiant twitch against his thigh, not quite ready to go again but getting there.
Across the mat, Jeremy was watching the sordid scene with rapt attention, his dark eyes glassy and blown black with lust. His hand was shoved down the front of his boxer briefs, lazily fisting his half-hard cock as he took in the lewd sight of Andy's well-used body. Ethan was still sprawled across his lap, hips twitching with the aftershocks of his own explosive orgasm.
"Enjoying the view, Jer?" Tyler called out, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. He smirked as Jeremy startled slightly, a guilty flush rising to color his stubbled cheeks. "Why don't you come over here and get a closer look?"
Jeremy groaned low in his throat, his cock giving an eager jerk in his grip. Carefully, he extracted himself from under Ethan's pliant body, murmuring soft apologies as the movement jostled Ethan's sensitive cock. He crawled the short distance to kneel beside Tyler, the sour reek of his recent gas clinging to his sweat-damp skin.
"Fucking hell," Jeremy rasped, drinking in the debauched sight of Andy splayed out before him like a five-star banquet. His gaze raked greedily over the obscene tableau, tracing the filthy lines of cum and sweat and reddened skin. "He looks fucking wrecked. You really did a number on him, Ty."
"And I'm not done yet," Tyler purred, a wicked glint dancing in his eyes. Without warning, Tyler clamped his hand over Jeremy's mouth and nose, shoving the other boy's face deep into the musky, sweaty recess of his armpit. Jeremy let out a muffled grunt that quickly dissolved into a desperate whine as he breathed in lungfuls of Tyler's ripe, concentrated stink. The heady aroma of hours-old sweat, deodorant, and something darker, earthier that was pure, unfiltered Tyler filled his nostrils and coated the back of his tongue.
"That's it, take a good whiff," Tyler growled, flexing his bicep to grind Jeremy's face harder into the damp thicket of hair. "Fuckin' love how much you get off on my stench. Dirty little pit-sniffer."
Jeremy moaned shamelessly against Tyler's sweat-slick skin, his cock throbbing urgently in his boxer briefs. He nuzzled deeper into the humid musk, mouthing at the wiry curls and laving his tongue over the tangy, salt-bitter flesh. Tyler's essence flooded his senses, making him dizzy with want.
After several long moments, Tyler relaxed his grip, allowing Jeremy to pull back with a gasp. Jeremy's face was flushed and shiny with sweat and spit, his dark hair disheveled and eyes glassy with arousal. A string of drool connected his slick, swollen lips to Tyler's damp pit.
"Lie down on the mat," Tyler commanded, his voice a low, authoritative rumble. "On your back, now."
Jeremy scrambled to obey, eager to submit to Tyler's domineering tone. He stretched out across the cum-splattered Twister mat, the slippery plastic cool against his heated skin. His cock tented obscenely in his briefs, the damp fabric straining over his engorged length.
Tyler smirked down at him, his blue eyes glinting with sadistic promise. Slowly, teasingly, he swung a leg over Jeremy's chest and settled his weight over Jeremy's face, his muscular ass and heavy balls smothering the other boy's features.
Jeremy let out a muffled moan as his world narrowed to the musky, sweaty confines of Tyler's crotch. The pungent stench of hours-old ball sweat and lingering traces of dried piss enveloped him, flooding his senses and making his head spin with dizzying lust. He breathed in deep, eager huffs, letting the raunchy funk permeate every cell of his being.
"Smell that, Jer?" Tyler purred, grinding his ass and taint over Jeremy's nose and mouth. "Fuckin' ripe, isn't it? Been stewing in my sweaty jock for hours, just for you. Gonna marinate you in my stink."
Jeremy whimpered desperately, his tongue snaking out to lap at the sweat-damp crevice of Tyler's ass. He nuzzled his face deeper between the muscular globes, rubbing his nose along the musky, hair-roughened skin and breathing in the concentrated funk. The stifling stench of stale sweat, ripe unwashed ass, and lingering traces of Tyler's earlier filthy gas clogged his sinuses and coated the back of his tongue in a pungent film.
"Fuck yeah, get in there," Tyler growled, reaching back to grab a fistful of Jeremy's hair and grind his face harder into the fetid cleft of his cheeks. "Worship that nasty fuckin' ass. Gonna smother you in my stink, drown you in it until it's all you can fuckin' think about."
Jeremy moaned brokenly, his cock leaking a steady stream of pre-cum to soak through his boxer briefs. He laved his tongue over Tyler's puckered hole, the crinkled skin fluttering and twitching against his lips. The bitter, earthy tang of pure ass exploded across his tastebuds, filling his mouth and dribbling down his chin in sticky ropes of spit.
Tyler flexed his powerful glutes, clenching and relaxing rhythmically around Jeremy's probing tongue. His heavy, cum-filled balls rested on Jeremy's chin, smearing the stubbled skin with their sweaty, musky essence.
Suddenly, Tyler's guts let out an ominous gurgle, churning audibly as a thick bubble of gas worked its way through his bowels. Jeremy felt Tyler's body tense above him, the sculpted muscles of his ass and thighs flexing as he bore down.
"Get ready, bitch," Tyler grunted, his voice strained with the effort of holding back the impending flatulent explosion. "Gonna gas you out so fuckin' good. Hope you're hungry for some potent fuckin' stink..."
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An enormous, ripping fart exploded from the depths of Tyler's ass, the crude sound reverberating through the room like a thunderclap. A thick miasma of pure, concentrated stench blasted Jeremy right in the face, filling his nostrils and seeping into his gaping mouth. It was eye-wateringly foul, reeking of rotten eggs, spoiled meat, and fermenting sewage.
Jeremy convulsed, eyes rolling back in his head as the noxious gas seared his sinuses and choked his lungs. He coughed and gagged, drool pouring down his chin in torrents as his body instinctively tried to expel the ungodly reek. But there was no escape - Tyler's brawny ass had him pinned, his face sealed in the
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Another massive, bassy fart ripped from Tyler's bowels, the noxious gas erupting directly onto Jeremy's trapped face. The pungent stench of fermented shit and putrid rot filled Jeremy's nostrils and coated his tongue, choking the very breath from his lungs. Jeremy sputtered and gagged, tears streaming from his reddened eyes as he was crop dusted again and again by Tyler's rancid ass blasts.
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Tyler grunted and bore down, rapid-fire shotgun blasts of foul wind erupting from between his flexing cheeks. Each beefy explosion was fouler than the last, the eye-watering reek intensifying as Tyler emptied the burbling contents of his guts directly onto Jeremy's face. The raunchy stink clung to Jeremy's skin and hair, filling his world with the overwhelming essence of Tyler's bowels.
"MMMMPPPHHH!! HHNNNGGHHH!!" Jeremy's muffled cries were lost in the pungent folds of Tyler's crack, his desperate gasps for air only succeeding in pulling more of the rotten stench into his burning lungs. His head spun dizzily, black spots dancing across his vision as the sheer potency of Tyler's gassy funk pushed him to the brink of asphyxiation.
But even as his body convulsed in olfactory agony, Jeremy's cock throbbed urgently in his cum-soaked briefs, painfully hard and leaking like a faucet. Each putrid burst of gas went straight to his aching balls, the depravity of being so thoroughly debased by Tyler's ass pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He rutted his hips up desperately, grinding his cloth-covered erection against the small of Tyler's back in search of friction.
Tyler smirked as he felt Jeremy humping against him, the other boy mindless with stink-drunk lust. He gave his hips a filthy grind, mashing Jeremy's face deeper into his crack as he squeezed out a few more wet, juicy farts for good measure.
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"Fuck yeah, take it you filthy bitch," Tyler growled, reaching down to roughly palm Jeremy's straining cock through his soaked briefs. "Hump my ass like the desperate fucking slut you are. Gonna make you bust in your panties just from huffing my shit-stink, fuck..."
Tyler grinned wickedly as he felt Jeremy's desperate humping grow more frantic, the other boy's cloth-covered cock grinding urgently against his flexing ass cheeks. He could practically feel the heat of Jeremy's aching erection through the thin, soaked cotton, throbbing and leaking wantonly. Tyler gave Jeremy's bulge a few rough, groping squeezes, relishing the needy whimpers and muffled moans vibrating against his taint.
"Gonna give you a special treat for being such a good little gas-huffer," Tyler purred, his voice dripping with sadistic promise. Slowly, teasingly, he shifted his hips forward until his heavy, cum-filled balls were resting on the bridge of Jeremy's nose, his half-hard cock laying across Jeremy's panting mouth. "Open wide, slut. Gonna feed you some fresh dick cheese..."
Jeremy shuddered and moaned, immediately parting his lips to accept Tyler's musky offering. The pungent essence of stale piss, dried cum, and hours-old cock sweat flooded his senses as Tyler's girthy shaft slid over his tongue. He could taste every raunchy inch - the tangy smegma collected under Tyler's foreskin, the sour note of old pre-cum smeared around the crown, the earthy musk clinging to his wiry pubes. It was the perfect counterpart to the raw stench still filling his nostrils from Tyler's gassy ass-blasts.
Tyler rocked his hips lazily, dragging his plumping cock back and forth over Jeremy's slick tongue. He smeared the sticky-sour head over Jeremy's stretched lips, painting them with a glistening sheen of pre-cum. Spit pooled in Jeremy's mouth and dribbled down his chin, mingling with the tears still leaking from the corners of his eyes.
"Yeahhh, slurp on that dirty dick," Tyler groaned, the filthy sight of Jeremy's debauched face and the slick pressure of his eager mouth rapidly coaxing him to full hardness. "Fuckin' love seeing you stuffed at both ends, choking on my cock and my stink like a greedy little whore. Bet you'd let me use you like this forever, wouldn't you? Just keep you naked and ready for me to fuck and fart on whenever I want..."
Jeremy whimpered needily, the idea of being Tyler's perpetual spit-roast bitch making his cock throb and leak in his ruined briefs. He hollowed his cheeks and suckled harder at Tyler's thick crown, trying to coax out more of his musky pre-cum. His tongue fluttered along Tyler's dripping slit, dipping in teasingly to collect the salty-bitter essence welling up from within.
"Ahhh fuck, that's it," Tyler groaned raggedly as Jeremy nursed at his leaking cockhead, that wicked tongue teasing the sensitive slit and coaxing out thick dribbles of pre-cum. The wet, slurping sounds of Jeremy's eager mouth filled the room, a lewd symphony that had Tyler's heavy balls drawing up tight to his body.
"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," Tyler growled, fisting a hand in Jeremy's sweat-damp hair and rocking his hips harder, fucking deeper into that welcoming heat. "Gonna feed you so much fuckin' cum, paint your throat white... But first, I think you've earned a little drink."
With a wicked grin, Tyler pulled his spit-slick cock from between Jeremy's swollen lips with a vulgar pop. He shuffled back on his knees until he was straddling Jeremy's lower abs, his dripping cockhead hovering inches above the straining tent in Jeremy's ruined briefs. Tyler wrapped a fist around his thick shaft and aimed right at the growing wet spot, his piss-slit parting with a blissful sigh.
A powerful stream of golden piss erupted from Tyler's cock, splattering against the soaked cotton stretched over Jeremy's aching bulge. The acrid stench of urine quickly permeated the air as Tyler hosed down Jeremy's crotch and lower belly, the steaming liquid soaking through the thin fabric in seconds.
"Ahhh, fuck yeah, soak it up," Tyler groaned, his stream intensifying as he emptied his aching bladder. He watched with sadistic glee as Jeremy writhed and whimpered beneath the hot spray, the smaller boy's cloth-covered cock throbbing urgently against Tyler's ass. "Bet you fuckin' love being marked like this, covered in my piss, smelling like you belong to me. Such a filthy boy, getting off on being used as a urinal..."
Jeremy keened high in his throat, mindless with sensation as Tyler's pungent piss flooded his briefs and pooled in his bellybutton. The searing heat and degrading shame of being drenched in Tyler's waste had him teetering right on the knife's edge of orgasm, his swollen balls pulsing in warning. The dripping head of his trapped erection peeked out from the waistband, flushed a desperate purple and weeping steadily.
Tyler smirked as he watched Jeremy fall apart, directing the last spurts of his stream to splash over that needy, straining cockhead. "Gonna cum just from this, aren't you?" he purred, grinding his ass back against Jeremy's throbbing shaft. "Gonna cream your piss-soaked panties like a pathetic bitch in heat, shoot your load while covered in my stink. C'mon slut, give it to me, fuckin' do it..."
With a broken wail, Jeremy's cock erupted in his piss-soaked briefs, painting the drenched fabric with thick ropes of pearly jizz. His entire body convulsed with the force of his orgasm, back arching off the Twister mat as pulse after pulse of cum pumped out of him. Tyler's name fell from his lips like a desperate prayer, ecstasy whiting out his vision and shorting out his higher brain function.
Jeremy shook and shuddered through the intense peak, his untouched cock spasming against Tyler's grinding ass. The obscene squelch of his release mixing with the cooling piss in his briefs was utterly filthy, only adding to the mind-melting depravity of the moment.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jeremy collapsed back onto the mat, utterly spent. His chest heaved with exertion, sweat and drool and tears painting his face in a debauched mask. Tyler grinned down at him smugly, taking in the well-used sight of his boy.
"Damn, that was so fucking hot," Ethan breathed in awe from where he was still sprawled a few feet away, his own softening cock giving a valiant twitch in his cum-soaked panties. "You guys are animals."
"You're one to talk, Mr. Jizzed-His-Pants-From-A-Fart," Andy teased, gingerly sitting up and wincing at the tacky feeling of drying cum on his skin. "I think it's safe to say we all got a little carried away. This poor mat will never be the same."
The four boys dissolved into breathless laughter, the absurdity of the entire situation finally hitting them. They were a mess - sweaty and filthy and covered in all manner of bodily fluids, the room reeking of sex and piss and spunk. It was utterly ridiculous and yet somehow perfect, the chaotic aftermath of their spontaneous bonding activity.
"God, I need a shower," Jeremy groaned, grimacing as he peeled himself off the sticky plastic. "And then, like, a ten year nap."
"Seconded," Tyler agreed, standing up on slightly wobbly legs. He reached down to help Jeremy up, wrinkling his nose playfully at the pungent whiff of piss and cum wafting off his boyfriend. "You're ripe, dude."
"Gee, I wonder whose fault that is," Jeremy snarked back, but he was grinning as he accepted Tyler's hand and hauled himself upright.
"You know," Ethan piped up, a mischievous glint in his green eyes, "I was thinking that after we all get cleaned up, we could relax in the hot tub for a bit. Maybe unwind with a few drinks, soak our sore muscles...really milk the whole 'dude
"You know," Ethan piped up, a mischievous glint in his green eyes, "I was thinking that after we all get cleaned up, we could relax in the hot tub for a bit. Maybe unwind with a few drinks, soak our sore muscles...really milk the whole 'dude's weekend' vibe, you know?"
"Ooh, I like the way you think, E!" Andy enthused, his face lighting up at the suggestion. "A nice long soak sounds heavenly right about now. These glutes could definitely use some jet action after that workout." He gave his pert ass a playful smack for emphasis.
"I'm down," Tyler agreed easily, already envisioning the steamy, bubbling water and clinking bottles of beer. "Nothing like a good hot tub hang with the boys."
"Hell yeah, count me in," Jeremy said, grinning at the thought. "First dibs on the corner seat though. I wanna stretch these long legs out."
"Just make sure you keep your pruney ball-stink contained to your side," Tyler teased, wrinkling his nose in mock disgust. "I don't need your nasty old man feet in my face."
"Fuck you, my feet are delightful," Jeremy huffed indignantly, but there was no real heat behind it.
"I don't know, Jer," Andy said slyly, a wicked smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Your toes are pretty rank after a few hours in those ratty Chucks you insist on wearing. I can only imagine what that swamp-water is gonna smell like after you've soaked in it for a while."
"Bold words from the king of funky nuts himself," Jeremy retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. "Pretty sure your boys are single-handedly responsible for the o-zone layer deteriorating."
"Hey now, no shame in my stink game!" Andy declared proudly, puffing out his chest. "My brand may be potent, but it's all natural musk, baby. Eau de Ballsack, if you will. Drive the boys wild."
"More like Eau de Rot," Tyler snorted, shaking his head fondly. "I swear you let your junk ferment in those briefs for a week straight."
"Don't pretend you don't love huffing my vintage fromunda cheese," Andy purred, batting his eyelashes coquettishly. "Nothing gets you going like burying your face in my sweaty ginger bush after I've been marinating all day."
"Jesus, you're foul," Tyler groaned, but there was no mistaking the way his pupils dilated at Andy's crude words, his cock giving an interested twitch against his thigh.
"You know, I was just thinking," Andy continued blithely, a truly unholy gleam in his eyes, "the bubbles in the hot tub would be the perfect cover for ripping a few juicy farts. Just let 'em rip underwater and watch the stink bubbles rise to the surface. My own special jacuzzi brew!" He cackled gleefully, rubbing his hands together like a cartoon villain hatching an evil scheme.
"Oh my god, that's so fucking nasty," Ethan giggled, his cheeks flushing pink at the crude idea. "You'd totally gas us all out in minutes with your rancid ass!"
"Hey, don't knock it 'til you've tried it," Andy said with an exaggerated wink. "Nothing quite like relaxing in a nice sulfur spring, letting the healing properties of my rotten egg farts seep into your pores. It's very therapeutic, I'll have you know."
"Therapeutic for who, exactly?" Jeremy snorted, shaking his head in amused exasperation. "Pretty sure inhaling your beefy swamp gas is the opposite of healthy, dude."
"Au contraire, mon frère," Andy trilled, putting on a haughty accent. "I'll have you know that fart therapy is all the rage these days. It's like a detoxifying steam treatment for your lungs!"
Tyler barked out a laugh at that, the rich sound echoing off the high rafters. "Only you could try to sell us on the benefits of hot boxing farts, gin-nuts," he chuckled, his blue eyes sparkling with mirth. "You're so full of shit, and I mean that both figuratively and literally."
"You know you love me," Andy sang, blowing Tyler an exaggerated kiss. "And don't even pretend the idea of stewing in my stinky man-broth doesn't get your motor revving. I seem to recall you being quite the eager fart-sniffer back in the day..."
"Fuck, don't remind me," Tyler groaned, scrubbing a hand over his stubbled face. "Pretty sure I lost a few brain cells thanks to your toxic ass."
"Nah, if anything I expanded your mind," Andy argued cheerfully. "Opened you up to a whole new world of stank kinks. You're welcome, by the way."
Andy grinned deviously, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. "In fact, let me demonstrate the wondrous benefits of fart therapy right now!"
With a look of intense concentration, Andy scrunched up his freckled face and bore down on his bowels. The others watched with a mix of anticipation and trepidation, knowing full well the raunchy stink-storm that was about to be unleashed.
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An enormous, bassy fart exploded from between Andy's pert ass cheeks, the crude sound reverberating through the room like a thunderclap. A thick cloud of pure stench blossomed out from his backside, quickly enveloping the gathered boys in an eye-watering miasma of rotten eggs and fermented cabbage.
"Fuck, it's even worse than I remember," Tyler gagged, quickly pinching his nostrils shut against the offensive odor. His eyes began to water from the sheer potency of Andy's ass-blast.
Jeremy and Ethan were in a similar state, coughing and sputtering as they flapped their hands in a futile attempt to dispel the noxious cloud. The air was thick with Andy's brand of beefy funk, clinging to their hair and clothes like an unwelcome houseguest.
"Whew! Now that's what I call a healing vapor!" Andy crowed, fanning the stink towards his wrinkling friends with undisguised glee. "Take a deep breath, boys. Let the essence of my ass permeate your being!"
"I think I'd rather eat glass," Jeremy wheezed, his face turning an alarming shade of green as he fought back the urge to gag.
Undeterred, Andy reached back and dipped his hand into the sweaty crevice of his ass crack, fishing around between his cheeks with a look of intense concentration. After a moment, he withdrew his fingers with a triumphant grin, the digits glistening with slick, musky oils.
"Mmmm, ripe for the picking!" Andy purred, bringing his damp fingers up to his face for a deep sniff. The pungent aroma of stale sweat and pure ass was even stronger up close, making his eyes flutter in bliss. "Fuck, I've been marinating all day. My hole is practically pickling in its own brine!"
To the horror and reluctant arousal of the others, Andy popped his dirty fingers into his mouth and sucked lewdly, hollowing his cheeks around the digits like a porn star servicing a cock. He lapped at the salty musk, savoring the tangy flavor of his own essences with obscene relish.
"Mmmm, delicious," Andy slurped his fingers clean with a final, exaggerated pop. He grinned deviously at his friends' horrified yet oddly aroused expressions, relishing their reactions to his filthy antics. Slowly, he began to saunter towards Jeremy, his hips swaying with exaggerated sensuality.
"Mmmm, you sure you don't want a taste Jer-Bear? Andy purred, his voice dripping with false innocence. "I promise it's finger lickin' good!" Andy laughed, "I bet you'd just lo-"
Andy's feet suddenly plunged out from under him as he slipped hard on a slick part of the Twister mat.
With a yelp of surprise, he went down in a flailing tangle of limbs, landing hard on his plump bubble butt. The impact forced a loud, juicy fart from between his cheeks, the ripe sound muffled against the plastic mat.
BBBBRRRRPPPPFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT!!!
For a moment, there was stunned silence. Then, like a dam bursting, the room erupted into howls of laughter. Tyler, Jeremy, and Ethan clutched their stomachs as they cackled uproariously, tears of mirth streaming down their faces at Andy's spectacular pratfall.
"Holy shit, that was amazing!" Tyler wheezed between guffaws, slapping his knee in delight. "Dude, you fucking ate it!"
"Oh my god, the look on your face!" Ethan giggled hysterically, hiding his grin behind his hands. "You were so shocked!"
"A+ dismount, really stuck the landing there, champ," Jeremy snorted, applauding sarcastically.
Andy sat up gingerly, wincing as he rubbed his sore tailbone. But even he couldn't keep a rueful grin from tugging at his lips, shaking his head at his own clumsiness. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, chuckle-fucks," he grumbled good-naturedly. "Just you wait, I'll get you back when you least expect it. Retribution will be swift and gassy."
This set off another round of laughter from the peanut gallery, their amusement bouncing off the high rafters. Andy rolled his eyes fondly and hauled himself to his feet, brushing off his ass. He lips gave way to a smirk as he thought about how much he loved these three assholes.