Mudchute Services

But that's why I like it: it never ceases to astonish men when I duck down behind them and apply my face between their buttocks. Even when they've got their underpants pulled up and I just nuzzle my nose into the whiffy material riding up between their cheeks, they are quick to express both their surprise and gratitude.

With the young builder looking on, I extended my tongue and pushed it back into the suited guy's arse crack. He grinned as I lapped between the big round cheeks like a cat taking milk, enjoying the feel and taste of where the hair was clumped together. I made an 'mmm' sound to show how much I was loving tonguing such a odorous bum and then pulled back away to see his reaction.

He was smirking at me wide-eyed and said, "Fuck yeah!" to encourage me to go in for another taste.

I chuckled back at him, pleased to show him that butts aren't just for shitting and fucking, and he looked down at my cock to see with amazement how horny I was from where my face had just been.

I yanked my foreskin right back for him, flourishing my large, ripe bell-end and he grinned more broadly and said, "Fuckin' eat his hole out, mate!"

I lunged back in and feasted on the guy's arse, driving my tongue forwards and pressing it firmly into his slippery, puckered entrance. I was surprised at how readily it opened to my advances: perhaps I'd been wrong about this guy and he wasn't as averse as I'd assumed to having the occasional horny bloke like me work a prick up between his butt cheeks.

I rimmed him deeply, grabbing my cock again and masturbating it quickly, as I tasted the rough, pungent slime inside his yielding hole.

I was feeling so glad that I'd called into these toilets on the off-chance. I hadn't actually needed the loo and had wandered in purely on spec.

"Bend over the loo," the suited guy instructed the kid. "I wanna fuck you while he licks my tush."

I pulled away from rimming his arse, keen to see the lad getting his builder's bum fucked. While such sights aren't exactly rare when you're lucky enough to be let into a cubicle with a couple of guys, they're uncommon enough not to be taken for granted.

The builder and I both got up and the youngster smiled nervously at the suited guy. Then he said, in that curiously deep voice, "I dunno, mate... I weren't really expectin' owt like that..."

"Come on," the other man retorted, his wet cock curving upwards and looking large and expectant. "I promise I'll cum really quickly..."

The lad looked uncomfortable and said, with a cute-looking blush, "Thing is, right... I came in here for a dump and –"

"I couldn't give a fuck about that," the suited guy snapped at him. "Just turn around and bend over!"

"Yeah, but what I'm sayin' is..." he went on and then blushed a deeper shade of red. "Basically, what it is, right... me arse is prob'ly full o' shit!"

"Isn't that how arses usually work or am I missing something...?"

The lad shrugged. "I just mean, ya know... I don't mind ya shaggin' me wi' me arse full o' crud, but I reckon it'll make an 'ell of a stink once ya get started!"

"I couldn't care how bad it stinks, son. I just wanna nice, proper fuck while he crouches behind me with his tongue licking up my back door!"

"What if yer knob ends up covered in shit...?"

The bloke shrugged. "It'll make it more... interesting..."

The lad threw him a small smile, obviously warming to the idea. "Ya reckon...?"

The suited guy reached down and pulled a condom from his trouser pocket. He must keep it within easy reach at times he was pursuing his hobby.

He gestured towards me and suggested, "Like he said, it'll act as lube, won't it?"

The lad grinned more broadly. "Felt like it were gonna be a sloppy one, so it prob'ly will!"

The older bloke chuckled, unfurling the sheath down his large erection. "Good job in a way, 'cause I forgot to bring any KY."

The lad chortled at that and made to take his high-res jacket off, but the suited guy quickly objected.

"No, leave it on," he muttered. "I want to screw you with you wearing it!"

The lad yanked his trousers down and turned around to bend over the toilet. His bum was pale and almost entirely hairless: only a few short, wispy hairs were visible emerging from his arse-crack. There was a peppering of small pink blemishes around the crease where his buttocks met his thighs. He must get quite sweaty down there when he was lugging masonry around or whatever it was he did during the day.

The older man shuffled up behind him and parted his cheeks with his finger and thumb. Slap bang between them we could both see the lad's prominently puckered arsehole: the distended raised ring of someone who was in the regular habit of receiving other men's cocks.

While in most cases one might expect such a well-ploughed hole to be inflamed red or purple, in this lad's case it was a deep, dirty brown.

The suited bloke laughed, "Fucking hell! I think you might have been touching cloth when you pulled in here, mate!"

The builder glanced back at us. "What d'ya mean?"

The guy extended his middle finger into the murky trench, drew a small circle around the lad's bloated ringpiece and then thrust the unsanitary digit towards him, putting it so close to his face that he could probably smell the stink on it.

On seeing how discoloured it was, the boy laughed heartily, "I told it were gonna be shitty!"

I found it refreshing that he was so unconcerned about the mess his arsehole was in even with two strangers staring at it.

The guy turned to me a grinned. "Fancy sticking your face into that?"

I shook my head with a smirk, "I'll let you do the honours..."

That was too much even for me.

The suited guy chuckled and pushed forwards so he could start pushing his rubbered organ against the lad's muddy pucker. His swollen muscle relaxed obligingly and the lad murmured at the feel of having his anal ring cleaved open. In spite of his roughness, he was obviously no stranger to bending over to take another fella's big cock into his rear passage!

"Ah yeah... shove it right up!" he called back to the suited guy. "I wanna feel yer bollocks pressin' between my legs!"

"Like having it up you, don't you!" the older man chuckled and eased his thick cock further into the flagrantly-soiled hole that was being so eagerly offered.

I peered over so I could take a good look at what I once would have regarded as an unpleasantly crude variant of sex but which I now found utterly compelling. Male penetrating male: the combining of two masculine anatomies never ceased to enthral me even if, in this case, it was somewhat tarnished by the unsightly state of the builder's arse.

"Aah!" the boy suddenly gasped with a wince. "Take it a bit slower, will ya?"

The bloke grabbed him by the hips and held his cock steady. The top half of it was plugged inside the lad's straining ring, the thickened shaft seeming to swell and stretch it further.

"You okay?" he asked his young companion.

"It's like I told ya... my arse is well full!" the builder retorted. "Can't you feel it around yer cock?"

The guy laughed. "No complaints from my side! It just feels hot and slippery!"

He pushed in another inch and the lad gasped again. "Jesus – talk about packin' fudge!"

The bloke kept chuckling and continued to work himself into the widening arsehole. He seemed to find it funny that he was for all intents and purposes sliding his cock deeper and deeper into a big steaming dollop of the young builder's shit.

"Oh God!" the boy panted. "I feel like I'm gonna burst!"

The guy laughed again. "Bet you wish you'd taken that dump!"

"Too fuckin' right I do!"

The lad repositioned himself, opening his legs as much as he could and bending further down to open his arse up wider, trying to give his short-lived lover more room inside him. He farted loudly which sounded utterly disgusting and the suited guy guffawed at the effect his cock was having on the over-filled rectum he was slowly pushing into.

"I once had two fellas bum me at the same time," the builder muttered breathlessly. "My arse feels even fuller than it did then!"

The suited guy kept grinning and pushed his cock the last few inches up into the gaping crack of the builder's spread arse.

"Aah! Jesus!" the younger man gasped.

Finally the suited guy's huge bollocks were pressing into the backs of the builder's legs and the lad let out another fart which sounded and smelled even ranker than the first.

The bloke turned to me and asked, "Have you ever done a guy like this?"

Thinking that, perhaps in my boring work suit I looked like a novice to the pleasures of male anal penetration, I chuckled at the question.

"Of course I have!" I retorted. "Loads of times! I'll bang you while you bang him, if you want me to prove it! I've got a condom in my wallet."

He smiled back but shook his head.

"I only give, I don't take," he informed me before going to clarify: "I didn't just mean have you fucked a guy's arse, but have you fucked one like his – one that's chock-full of turds...?"

"Oh I see," I replied. "No – not that I know of. How's it feel?"

"Surprisingly sexy," he grinned. "All wet and squelchy around my prong. Warm and yielding... soft and thick."

He glanced down at my erection, which hadn't lost any of its earlier stiffness, and added, "You like the sound of that?"

"Perhaps," I nodded. I wouldn't have thought something so repulsive could possible titillate me but now that I was faced with the reality of it, I found it distinctly intriguing.

The guy slowly withdrew his cock from the boy's arse and the two of us gasped in astonishment at the thick layer of crud that was covering it. I winced at the stink from it – it really was atrocious – but the bloke just laughed and said, "Who's for a choc ice?"

The boy peered around and over his shoulder at our dumbstruck faces.

"What's up?" he asked. "Is somethin' wrong?"

"Your mate's cock looks a lot thicker now it's on the way out!" I told him, trying not to gag at the stench.

"Thicker?" he asked. "How?"

"It's... er... extremely well-lubed!"

He looked at us stupidly, failing to get the joke, and then sniffed the air a few times before realising what we were referring to.

"Oh right!" he chuckled back. "I told you I were desperate for a crap!"

"Oh Jesus Christ! The smell of it!" muttered the suited guy with his cock still plugged up the dirty arse. "It stinks like... I dunno... like..."

"Shit?" I asked.

"Yeah!" he chortled. "This is gonna be the stinkiest fuck I've ever had, and believe me I've had quite a few!"

He reached up to grab the builder by the shoulders and started sliding his cock slowly in and out of the filthy hole. Some of the lad's shit squelched out every time he pushed in and the smell of it grew even stronger in the confines of the cubicle.

The guy turned to me and grinned, obviously enjoying how sordid this butt-fuck was becoming. The skid-marks on the back of his own briefs paled into insignificance compared to the mess that his cock was now making as it penetrated this younger man's arse. There were soon sloppy brown gobs sticking to his pubes and two thick stinking stripes smeared on the inner sides of the boy's pale, splayed buttocks.

The boy also found it amusing that he was delivering such inelegant intercourse and smirked up at me from where he was bent over the toilet bowl. He seemed as eager to see my reaction on seeing this extreme caricature of anal sex, as I had been his when I'd shown him what rimming looks like. His face was full of expectation, as if he was hoping to surprise me: like he wanted to show me something new and unsuspected in the same way I had when I'd licked the guy's arse.

I just smiled back at him. What I was watching was graphic and perhaps a little grotesque, but I certainly wasn't shocked by it. After all, I'd enjoyed enough anal liaisons with other men to recognise that such sex can bring with it exposure to faecal matter.

Dissatisfied by my muted response, he asked, "Does it look really 'orrible... seein' me gettin' a bum-job wi' me arse full o' shit?"

I shrugged. "Maybe not 'horrible'... but as anal copulation goes, yours doesn't leave much to the imagination!"

He didn't understand what I meant because he persisted, "Does it look... you know.... proper nasty? Seein' me gettin' bummed up me dirty, stinkin' arse?"

He seemed determined that I should concede that the sight of him being butt-fucked was offensive.

I smiled. "Well, your arse is oozing shit around his cock as he's fucking you. I wouldn't call it 'nasty' but I admit it's not the sort of thing one's likely to see on a Valentine card."

Again he didn't appreciate my humour and instead said defiantly, "Well I'm fuckin' lovin' it me! I'm fuckin' well into it!"

He grabbed his erection and, pushing it back between his thighs so I could see it underneath the older man's roughly jabbing organ. He jerked his foreskin back and forth as if to show me how aroused he was from being so lewdly and indecorously penetrated.

His cock really was remarkably small: it had a nice, curved shaft and a lovely moist pink head, but it was thin and short and he had to wank it between a single finger and his thumb. Not that I'm being critical of it: cocks are always fun to play with it and, while it might not make the most fulfilling fuck were he and I ever to find ourselves in that position, there were many other things the two of us could no doubt enjoy doing with it.

He sneered up at me while he wanked himself, again trying to elicit a reaction from me. He paused to sniff at the cloying stink of his own excrement, and then grinned at me more broadly to show his pride at how strong and overpowering his odour was growing.

"From now on I'm gonna make sure I hold me dump in before I get me arse bummed!" he informed me. "Make it stink somethin' rotten! Get the other bloke's dick all brown and shitty!"

Again it seemed important to him to instil shock in me.

I said, "Thank you for that information."

This time he just gawped up at me and I turned to watch the cock sliding in and out of his rear become progressively more layered with the thick sticky mess that was still exuding from his anus. It was splattering all around the suited guy's pubes and sticking in moist chunks to his huge bobbing nut-sack. Even the lad's arse was coated with it: it was filling up his arse crack and was smeared in a sloppy circle on his buttocks around the relentlessly pumping shaft. When this was finished his bum would look like he'd had the mother of explosive diarrhoeas.

The older bloke turned to me and said with an eager smirk, "Jesus, mate, look at all his shit going everywhere! All over my knackers and right across his arse!"

I grinned back at him and he went on, growing still more excited, "This is as rough as fuck! It's proper shit-stabbing! I swear to God I've never fucked a bloke half as dirty as this!"

I was surprised at how much it was turning me on too: my hard-on was throbbing upright at the sheer squalidness of what I was witnessing.

He looked down at the growing ring of excrement encircling his cock and how thickly matted his pubic hair was with wet solid chunks. His bollocks were now completely brown and were making an obscene-looking smudge every time they slammed into the back of the lad's thighs.

"This is what it must be like when blokes do it in prison!" he panted. "This is how it looks when they're shagging each other in their cells!"

I wasn't sure why he thought that, but the picture in his head cranked his tempo up a notch.

I wondered if he was right and this was indeed what prison sex looked like; spontaneity and a lack of lube encrusting every liaison in a brown-coloured hue. No wonder the men so often chose to do it in the showers.

"This is how it stinks!" he went on, struggling for breath. "This is how it reeks when all the blokes go at each other's arses... the whole fucking prison.... stinking of all the fucking butt sex going on!"

He started thrusting even more powerfully into the builder's slurping arsehole, grunting and gasping while sniffing hungrily at the disgusting pong from the mess that was spreading outwards from his exertions.

"Lick my arse!" he panted with an urgency that suggested his orgasm was drawing close. "Lick my arse while I... while I... sodomise this boy's dirty shitty hole!"

The relish with which he said he was sodomising the lad suggested that there was more to this for him than just a raunchy fuck in a seedy motorway toilet. Maybe he hadn't been aware of it until he'd started fucking the lad's over-stocked backside, but this most vulgar and abhorrent form of buggery was clearly something that turned him on immensely.

Perhaps the gritty squalor of prison sex was something that had always fascinated him, or perhaps he liked his encounters with other males to be far more crude and sleazy than the more sensual lovemaking he must enjoy with his wife.

Whatever the reason, having another man's effluent spattering all over his genitals while he so enthusiastically pounded his rear proved to be something that – perhaps unexpectedly – he found utterly compelling.

"Come on – lick my arse!" he insisted and I saw that beads of sweat were forming on his forehead. I moved around behind him again pleased to be able to finish off the job I'd started earlier.

I knelt down behind him and noticed that his buttocks were also growing wet as they flexed back and forth to slam his hips against the builder's bum. His sweat was trickling down from his back, soaking his shirt as it did so, and coursing between his cheeks to make his butt hair glisten.

I leaned forwards and extended my tongue into his crack, enjoying how the new saltiness from his sweat mixed with the deeper and richer tastes lurking within. He grunted more strenuously when he felt me lick his arsehole and I tasted again the pungent bite of the tunnel inside it.

However, compared to the all-consuming stink of the lad getting fucked, the guy's taste back here now seemed woefully inadequate. I wanted so much more than what he was offering me here: I wasn't sure what, but I had to try to find out.

"Squat down a bit!" I commanded him. "I want to get my tongue between your legs!"

He did as I'd ordered, crouching down a little so that I could see through his thighs. His swollen balls were jiggling around between his legs as his shit-coated cock was hammering in and out from between the lad's copiously-daubed buttocks. The smell of their sex hit me like a blow: with my face so close to the relentless and thickly-smeared cock, this most crude and extreme version of anal sex stunk far, far stronger than any previous sexual encounter I'd had with other men.

To the rational part of my brain the stench was vilely repugnant, but to a different part – a much deeper part – it proved to be invigorating. It was like an intense distillation of all the darkest, most secretive scents I'd come to savour since discovering intimacy with my own gender. It was like the smell of male-on-male penetration cranked up to the max: many magnitudes stronger than any experiences of same-sex copulation that I'd had before.

I started wanking my foreskin roughly and quickly as I saw the builder was doing the same to his own. It was almost comical how his cock was straining to achieve its full hardened size but was only managing to grow to a mere fraction of what the older man's huge, pummelling organ was capable of. The boy's face had frozen into a permanent wince as if he was in pain while his finger and thumb thumped away at his tiny dick. His own climax was nearing; the stink from his own cock-pounded shit only serving to propel him more quickly towards it.

I pushed my face between the guy's legs and licked the hairy underside of his heaving bollocks. He grunted his encouragement, his hips whacking faster and harder against the lad's splayed buttocks, and I pushed further forwards, reaching my tongue outwards to taste what was covering his wobbling nutsack.