then withdrew and brought them up to his
face.
My two fingers were thickly coated with dark-brown shit. Manboy shit.
Teague groaned as I brought the fingers up to my own face and inhaled
deeply, that sharp, acrid, unmistakeable stink. I moved my fingers to his
face and he immediately opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. I wiped
my fingers on his tongue and smiled as he closed his mouth and sucked the
shit off his own tongue, a look of sheer joy on his face. He opened his
mouth again and I stuck my fingers inside, allowing him to suck them clean
of his own filth.
By this time my own dick was rock-hard and was pointing directly at his
gaping hole. I brought my hand back to cup his arse cheeks and eased him
down ontodrag more and
more shit with it, and as I slammed back into him that shit would be
squeezed off around his arse crack, my balls and my pubes.
The air was already heavy with the stench of his shit as I supported him
with one hand, reached up and released the rope that was still attached to
his cuffed wrists. I lowered him onto his back on the floor and, with his
boots still over my shoulders continued to pump his filthy, stinking shit
hole, enjoying the natural glue that joined us together.
I withdrew, lifted his feet back towards his head, curling him back onto
his shoulders so that his filthy, gaping hole was uppermost.
"Shit," I demanded.
He readily obliged and I watched his hole gape open as a huge brown log
eased its vile way out