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Take me to the limits
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TAKE ME TO THE LIMITS
-S. Brenson
Tuesday is my day off. It's the day I have to do all the shit that I put off
'cause I'm to damn tired after working the rest of the week. You know, stuff
like laundry, groceries...that bs. Last Tuesday I woke up, put on some jeans
I'd worn to Castro Station the night before, grabbeda T-shirt, went down to
Noe Valley and threw all my other clothes in the wash. Hate like hell to wait
for a washer so I wandered through the neighborhood stopping in some of the
shops. Saw a liquor store and remembered I was out of beer so I went in. I saw
the owner out of the corner of my eye but I didn't pay much attention other
than grunting 'mornin' when I came through the door. Found the beer then
turned around and noticed the guy had moved out from behind the counter and
was standing between me and the door with his hands on his hips. He was about
six-one, probably 30 years old. He had a strong jaw which set off his good
looks. He also had a hard-on running down his leg that pressed against his
worn Levis so that I could make out the cut head of his dick. I wasn't
expecting it. My head was into making my purchase then leaving. He kind of
smiled then reached behind and closed the door, turning the lock and the
"Open" sign to "Closed". Then he pulled the shades down. By now, I was at the
counter with the six-pack. On his way to the register, he rubbed his hand
against my butt. I plunked down some cash then noticed that he started
unbuttoning his pants. He reached his hand deep into his crotch and slowly
lifted out about nine inches of rigid fuck-stick. The tip was moist with his
pre-cum. I reached down and scooped up some of it with two fingers then lifted
them to my lips. I licked the sour-sweet juice while I looked into his eyes.
It was a turn-on to taste this man and look at him face to face at the same
time. He was turned on by it, too because he started pumping his dick real
slow while he watched me. "You like the way I taste?" he asked. I nodded.
"Then come around here and get it straight from my dick." I made my way around
the counter, knelt before him and looked up to see that massive dick being
lowered into my mouth. At first, he teased me with it, just passing it over my
lips, leaving a fresh layer of his pre-cum on my outstretched tounge. Finally,
slowly, he began feeding me his cock. He was about as big around as a silver
dollar. I knew if I was going to take it, I'd really have to relax my throat.
It slid further and further down my throat. My own dick was aching to get out,
so I unbuttoned my jeans and removed it cupping my right
hand around it. I knew if I jerked it I'd shoot right away. This guy was
obviously really hot and I wanted to see what he'd do so I jerked just enough
that it would feel good. He went in all the way. I felt his belly against my
nose. His balls slaped under my chin as my mind tried to comprehend the dick
that oozed deep in my throat. He let out a grunt and pulled his cock out as
far as the head, then he began face-fucking me. He held onto my hair,
thrusting his hips and pulling my head at the same time. His dick slid past my
tounge then straight down my throat over and over. His cock-meat forced my
lips apart further and further and I wondered how much bigger his cum stick
could get. Suddenly, he grunted then jammed it all the way down into me. My
bottom lip could feel his balls retract. A knot rushed from his cock base. The
cum-load was so big my tounge felt it travel down his shaft. He leaned into
me, pressing his legs against the sides of my head so I couldn't pull back
then he let it out. To me, that man WAS dick. First shot wuz huge. I felt his
warmth hit my throat then start to slide down. Second shot was creamier and he
moved his dick inside me to coat his liquid self all over my tounge and the
back of my mouth. Third shot was the best. He pulled out so just the head and
about an inch of his pecker was in my mouth. He lifted my chin so I could see
his face. "I know you'd like to taste some, so here it comes." His voice
trailed off at the end 'cause he was still having his orgasm. He inhaled
deeply then sighed, giving me the last shot right in my mouth. His prick hole
opened up and a lump of man-cum shot out onto my tounge followed by a
mouthful of his juice. My tounge was playing with the wad in my mouth,
thinking he was finished when he said, "Take it," and squirted more of his
dick juice into me. I wondered how much this guy could cum. I was drunk with
the taste of his semen on my gums and teeth. The smell of the cum still on his
dick made me want it more (I hadn't cum yet). I licked the length of his rod,
which, although he had certainly filled me with cum hadn't seemed to loose
it's erection. I worked his ball sack with my lips and tounge. I love to suck
around that area where the dick joins the body, then worship its length
finally taking the whole thing in my mouth again. I was ready to cum when he
said, "I like to cum twice." I stood up, my knees sore from kneeling on the
wooden floor, and looked at him. My dick was sore. It wanted to shoot. I must
have been unconsciously stroking it because reached down and took my hand off
of it. He had other plans for me and didn't want me getting out of the mood.
He opened one of the beers and drank it down in two swallows. He wiped his
mouth then looked at me. "I like to make cum.", he said, "I made some in your
mouth, now I want to make some up your butt." He moved the six-pack aside then
lifted me onto the counter and motioned for me to lay back. My head just
rested on the edge, my ass hung just off the other edge...dick height for this
guy. He reached up and stroked my dick, almost getting me to come but stopping
short. He was doing it while watching my butthole open and close with each
approaching orgasm. He pushed his dick down between my legs, then pulled back
letting the hard prick wipe slowly between my cheeks. When it passed my hole I
shivered. Prickmeat against my butthole is almost too good. He spit on his
dick then massaged it. I knew his saliva was mixing with the cum that was
still on the end of his cock. My tounge was still darting around moving his
wad from one part of my mouth to the other. It still tasted good and warm. I
love cum and I'd finally found a man who liked to fill guys up with it. His
dickhead pressed against my butthole. He pushed and I opened as much as I
could. The head was going to be tough. It was huge and I hadn't been fucked in
a while. Bang, it pushed in, and my ass muscles grabbed it. "Yeah, hold on to
my dick," he whispered. I reached back and touched his balls. They were
hanging low like they hadn't even shot yet. Slowly, he pulled my body next to
his, burying himself into me. It hurt like a motherfucker. With my hand on his
balls, I could gauge how much of him was still left. Must've been four or five
inches. He pushed hard and sent all of himself up me. I yelled in pain. In a
couple of seconds, he lifted my butt a couple of inches off the counter
causing his dick to grind and move inside me. He held my legs high then fucked
hard and deep, bringing that fuck stick out of me all the way then sending it
back and giving me four or five deep thrusts before pulling out and doing it
again. He pushed my legs down as far as they would go, forcing him to bend his
legs and fuck up into me. My dick was covered in pre-cum and once, when he was
buried deep inside of me he leaned over and licked it off. He put his hands
under the small of my back and lifted me off the counter. Holding my body, he
forced me down onto him over and over, sending everything he had into me. I
heard him say, "You're gonna get a butt-load of cum...right now!" Then he
knelt, laying me on my back on the floor. He pulled my legs over my head then
fucked that giant dick straight down into me. I reached up and felt the power
and hardness of his huge meat. It was getting ready to do its business in me
again. Shoving it in all the way, the stud started cumming. He groaned and
closed his eyes. I felt him buck then cream up inside me. His cum was so hot, I
could feel it spurting deep within my butt. I tightened around him. He groaned
and swore. "Motherfucker, take my cum". He thrust a second time and sprayed my
insides with his fuck juice. He jerked once and I could tell it was over. He
looked at me, not smiling, but trying to decide if I was into taking all that
was possible to take from this man. Although he seemed to be finished, he left
that giant cock inside my butt. I wanted to cum before he withdrew so I
started jacking off. He pulled my hand away from my cock once again. "I have
something else," he said. He closed his eyes and appeared to be concentrating.
In a few seconds, I felt something hot begin to fill my insides. This stud
was taking a piss up my butt. I'd always wanted some guy to do it, but I was
too afraid to ask. It felt great. I'd eaten his cum, had my butt
filled with his cum and now he was making me his toilet. This guy wanted a
latrine and I was gladly it. It was all I could take. I just touched my cock
and I shot my wad all over my T-shirt. Cumming never felt so good. He opened
his eyes and smiled when he saw how turned on I'd gotten. He was still
pissing when he looked down at his toilet and said, "I like to fuck my
cum into guys, then I like to wash 'em out with piss when I'm finished." He
dipped cum off my T-shirt then smeared it on my cock, "Looks like you liked
it." He took another beer and drank it. While he did, I felt his dick contract
inside of me, telling me that he'd just about finished taking his leak. He
pulled out and handed me a towel then showed me where the toilet was. It was a
little room with a john and a small shower. I'd been sitting on the can for
about ten minutes when he knocked on the door. "Hey, man, could you hurry up?
I gotta get in there, take care of some business, then re-open the store." I
told him I'd be out as fast as I could. There was a lot of him inside me and
it was taking a while. While I sat there, I thought about what a trip it was
that I hadn't expected any of this to happen, that I look for this kind of guy
all over the place and he just shows up while I'm trying to by a damn six-
pack. There was another knock at the door. "Hey, man," he pleaded, "I really
need to get in there. I've got a big turd that really wants out, you know
what I mean?" I hurried and finished, then opened the door. "Oh, geez,
thanks," he said, "I'm hurtin'." He ran into the room as I left then started
to close the door. I stopped him.
"What!?" he asked.
"I've had almost everything out of you. How about letting me get it all?"
"Whadda you mean? You want my shit too?"
"Biggest turn on ever," I said.
"You ever done it before?"
"No, but I think I'd like to try it," I told him, honestly.
"Well, get in here." I closed the door and sat on the floor next to the
toilet. Our dicks were hard as rocks once again at the thought of doing
something this unbelieveable. He said he wanted to see it come out of him so
he took the little mirror off the wall. He squated, elbows on haunches holding
the mirror down between his legs next to his balls. I moved right under his
ass and was looking straight up in it. His balls were hanging so low I could
have reached up and licked them.
"Oh, man, I have to shit." The poor guy was in pain. "Are you ready for it?"
"Yeah, but make it as slow as possible," I told him, "I want to remember
this." We both got real quiet. I was turned on in a way that was past
eroticism. I looked at the circle that was his asshole and watched it dilate.
Slowly, a hard, rounded, brown turd appeared. His ass opened wider and the
thing began showing its true circumference. I was watching this beautiful man
make a turd right in my face. It stopped. About six inches of it was sticking
out of him like a huge forbidden chocolate bar.
"Oh, man, it looks great, my dick-size shit hangin' in your face," he said.
"Touch it." I put my finger on it. I'd never seen shit this close-up. It was
round and perfect. My masters turd. Being made just for me. With my fingers, I
explored the joining of the turd to the guys asshole. The shit out of this
mans guts was the biggest turn on I'd ever experienced.
"Kiss it," he whispered. I paused. "Put it in your mouth. Give head to my
turd." Before I could decide if either of us was crazy or sane, he lost
control of it, and the entire hardened mess fell onto my chest. The ends
almost touching each of my tits. I sighed, "Wow, that was incredible." I lay
there with his hard turd warming my skin. Fresh shit out of this guy's
insides. "Hold on," he grunted. His ass opened again and another one slid
sexily out of his butt. I reached up and held onto it. Like the first one, it
paused, then he shit it into my hand. I played with it, excited by its curves
and firmness. It was his meal, now it was my fantasy.
"I think there's one more," he said, holding his balls out of the way so he
could get the mirror closer. "Put your mouth on my butthole."
"No, man, I don't think so," I told him. I was getting into it, but not that
far. He squated square over my mouth, pushing his buttole into my lips. The
odor both attracted and repelled me. He was sitting square on my face, his
balls were resting on my chin.
"You took everything else, take this,". His asshole widened and my lips
sensed the texture, the plyable firmness of a man's shit prying me open in an
effort to escape the guys hot body. I tounged it slightly. Letting my taste
tell me what my hands could not. When I stopped protesting, he lifted up and
watched with the mirror as he took a dump in my mouth. It was the most
repulsive, fabulous thing I've ever done. Better than sex. He liked it, too.
His prick was unbelieveably hard. He got up, sat on the toilet, wiped his ass
then looked at his shit slave on the floor turned on beyond words by his bowel
movement.
"Take my shit out of your mouth and tell me you liked it."
With my free hand, I lifted the turd out and wiped my mouth with my arm. All I
could do was nod at him. I was too overwhelmed to say anything. I'd never gone
that far with anyone.
"Take that big turd off your chest and give it to me," he ordered. I
carefully picked it up and handed it to him. He didn't seem to mind holding
it. "Take those other two and put 'em around your dick." I looked in his eyes.
He was getting off on seeing what I'd do with his excrement. I put a turd on
each side of my dick and held them there with my right hand. "Now, squeeze,"
he said. When I did, the shit surrounded my dick and squeezed out between my
fingers. It felt good against my hardon. I worked it back and forth on my cock
until all I saw was a stick of shit where my dick was. "Come over here and
bend over," he said. The guy was still sitting on the toilet but moved out to
the edge. I did as I was told thinking I was going to get fucked again. It was
exciting to think of getting fucked while I jacked off with the guys shit at
the same time, but he had something else in mind. I felt him finger my
asshole, then he slipped his dick inside me, fucking me for a few minutes. I
jacked off, my dick covered in a good looking guys turd. Then, he withdrew
his cock and slowly guided his turd into my ass. He was careful to
ease it in so it didn't become a mess. It was a rigid one and, after being
opened up by his dick, it went into me slowly but completely. The end of his
turd was sticking slightly out of my butthole and he tapped it slightly with
is finger until my sphincter closed around it and disappeared inside me. I
liked the thought of carrying his shit inside me for the afternoon and I told
him so. He obliged by pressing his dick against my asshole again then entering
me. I could feel his cock-meat pressing that turd far up into my body. I
wouldn't be shitting it for a while. The mindset of what we were doing was too
much for both of us. "I'm gonna cum!" he shouted. For once, I took the lead. I
knew what I wanted and I pulled his dick out of my butt, turned around and saw
his slick shit-covered cock standing up right in my face. I went down on it
just as he exploded another load into my mouth. My turd-covered dick shot
enormous lumps of jiz. I stayed down on his cock until he gently pulled me off
of it.
"Hey, listen, gotta piss again, want it?" he asked, exhausted.
"Sure." He held his peter with one hand and the back of my head with the other
then took care of a mans business...inside me.
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