What a time to be alive--I was simply chillin' with the homie Yowwie, chattin' it up, bein' lazy on the daily, things goin' slow but not cumbersome, n' then soon enough it came to this--it had to, judgin' by how much sexual frustration that was lingerin' in the back of our minds had awaited their duet of a rude awakening--our tentpoles luvtappin' made it definite that further action must be taken--we were way in too deep into the homo to simply shrug it off and say it was a simple accident. Once the throbbin'tips touch, there's no goin' back, trudgin' yer way back to the realm of heterosexuality...like there was any left, let alone exist, to begin with. Hell, we sometimes gave each other cheekpecks whenever one of our extremely-tired was gonna go rest fo' a bit.

But yeeh, the way we finally met this very heated juncture--it's damn-near Summer after all, n' bein' in boiheat does not do any favors to the boring conformity of the commonplace scent of a soap-n'-watered body--was extremely easy. I swear, you coulda blinked n' it was off with the undies, are only remnant of clothing left to weakly quell each other's sensual desire of luvin' one another's wholesomeness. Usually, this graced couch will soak in the sweaty flavors of our asses--bare asses, mind you--but usually one at a time. What was mos def shared moments of defilin' this cmfy furniture was our smellyspunk--I dunno when it started, but I 'membered that Yowwie suggested we watch sum porn together...n' at first, it was only voluptuous, hyperdowed bitches, whether it was feet, titties, pussies, ass, lips, et cetera--n' it was a def'nly a good time, the two of us admirin' all of the gurls, but we always try to slip n' slide a sideglance in there, stabbin' a splitseconded glare at the other's brown tower admist all the pornwatchin'. So then, everytime we hung thereafter that time, we always manage to get our mutual fap-on, n' even the content we watched evolved, from bitch'mirin' to bisexual lewdity, n' it became harder to concentrate on the moanin', fornicatin' material lettin' itself be known to us as we start makin' more vivid, faggy thoughts. We even tried to shrug it off with a bit of talk--"Strokin' dat thing hard, eh? Ya, you gotta pump yours juuuust right~" usually we cum when the fuckers-in-video do, just to further hide our compassion. Of course, the females were left outta the equation, and the hangouts went from a half-measured homobeatin' to full-blown, so-damn-obvious-it's-hawt, all-out fagfest. The men n' bois all moanin' like their cuntholdin' counterparts, baddonkadonks n' slenderasses gettin' pound, sexual ouroboroses of male-on-male footjobin', we came, but no longer was it once-per-session like before--we'll cum multiple times in our bator sessions, n' usually we 'gasm nice n' loud. Bg step-up from moanin' n' hissin', n' a much bigger upgrade to voiceless gasps. Can't forget the obligatory dickhead-stare we d to each other as we watch big splorts it pounce outta our pulsatin' dickheads. 'Even saw Yowwie try to play-off him nearly blowin' me by swipin' his hand out to scoop the cum offa his own sausage as he sat up right n' cleaned his fingers. But today, looks like cockteasin' will no longer suffice the two of us any longer, n' our underwear won't make first contact with the eventual sploogin' neither.

I still find it funny how much we sat on this damn couch for, starin' blankly at the tv, our minds blank, n' only the gayness remained....the sexual fantasies that befallin' onto our fragile platforms of modesty n' decency was too much for those said platforms to handle.....me doin' doggystyle on dat phat, chunky hirsute ass, makin' him feel so gud about his plumprump while I smack his hypercheeks n' pound him so hard his fat rolls n' backflabs begin to all undulate as wonderfully as his penetrated bootycheeks......him shiftin' me up n' down so he can finally pop his hidin' dickhead thru my asshole as my mouth sits on the girthy base, leavin' feeble kisses in his pubic hairs, body tremblin' n' twitchin' hella hard to the repetitious rhythm of a horny heartbeat hammerin' inside his warm, tan throatfucker.......sum extreme stuff for your mind to both continuously conjure n' try to desperately move past.

But why fight what you wanna enjoy? What you must enjoy? What you just enjoy?

Summer had steadily kept up its early visit in the late Springtime, the heat had nowhere else to go but stay dormant inside Yowwie's hotass humble adobe. Days of consistently lettin' our bodies waft out so much stank n' allowin' the easy upkeep of lettin' the Sun bake up his intoxicatin' place, especially this soft couch, still astonishingly maintainin' its valance from howver how many times dis bigbootied had sat on its graceful texture, really set the stage for our feral horniness to come n' let itself loose.

But now, we finally get to the gud stuff--our nude, swampassed selfs sat together, in awe of each others bodies--a delicious, golden-brown complexion kept its rich color all thru-out Yowwie, his golden bindi on his head was competin' with the glistenin' selfshower of sweat that kept on fallin' outta dat adawwable, volumeous afro, the bodygrease had already manifested his huge bod, phat, phunky brown dick n' balls combo included. N' shieldin' his healthy, swole cumbags was a wiry family of pure-black pubic hairs, the coily things feelin' content on their bulbous home as much as their neighbors just love to encircle his shaftbase, n' speakin' of which there was also their much mo' straighter companions, coatin' his massive, soft thighs n' shins, his meaty insteps, n' his whole body overall. Glad that bein' big-boneded comes with a pair of moobs, coupled with their own, wiry rings 'round dem yummy nips? I dunno what it is, but even just hints of femininity on the masculine gets me all hawt n' bothered. Yowwie was just starin', nawtily glarin' at me with his beady eyes, waitin' for a move, liccin' his upper lip between his cute, worshipable teeth which poked underneath his huge grin.

He was of course starin' at my comparatively small self--skin perpetually dipped in chocolate both covered in a layer of must n' over my skinnyass self, my much smaller but umkempt head of hair trapped in a layer of scalpstank as a rivulet of sweat drizzled towards the tip of my rather slender n' slightly-crooked nose, tryna join' an already dormant sweatbubble that housed itself right at the bottom of the noseridge, the sweatdrop joinin' forces with the other one to go ahead n' drop onto my slick flatbelly, the sudden sensation ticcled me enough to register dat smexyass snicker from my fapperbuddy as my slender hand tensed up 'round an ebony, circumcised cocktip, my eight inches an endeavor for other humans, but a modest equivalent to Zonzmeat. My heart was thumpin' in flutterin' joy to have my body exposed in fronta another dude, just as sweaty as the other, my face couldn't break from dat damned crooked smile I'll always put on in the midst of sumthin' that's luvly as dis.

Our hairy toes rhythmically flexed a lil' as we slowly stroked our own cocks. The television had already been turned off, so there was only the vague sounds of outside life paired up with our slimy, nasty slishes as our cocks continue t experience our extremely moist palmpussies. 

Skinny on fat is a favorite of mine.... but now I get to experience with sumone else, who has the ability to fuck n' cum as I do? Fawk....

After what felt like a damn eternity, I finally broke away from such irresistible, ragin' boner material to sumthin' almost as hawt--our tossed-aside, inside-out undies, they were our materialized equivalents, just about seen their usage, the band flimsily hangin' onto the faded threads of weak, elastic cotton, their original color simply a memory at this point as deep, disgustin' smeared colors mostly resided in the crotch area, where putrid yellows drive home the idea of endless sweatin' n' pissin', greyish tones reveals how much we love to make our dicks vomit so fervently, and the murky browns evidently show that we do our shit-n'-wipe work exclusively with these disposable yet undisposable scraps of cloth. Even Yowwie's admirin' the simply yet effective view. Direct sunlight makes these beauties vaguely glisten as they bask in their overdrawn feasibility.

My subbyside's startin' to chew its way to the center of my head....'yeeh, go on 'head n' becum dem undies' bitch, lil' black faggot.' Okay, I silent told my bitchbrained self, n' drew myself off the couch, slowly leavin' a trail of ass-sweat on the seated pillow as I got on my knees, on the cumstained carpet. My left hand chronically kept itself obligated to jackin' off the stiffy at literal hand, my loud, wavy breaths increased as I approached Yowwie's idlin' pair. A cockfree hand reached out, my slender fingers--their fingertips touch the dirtied, encrusted ridge--I'm really touchin' one of Yowwie's Holy Grails. To further ensconce myself into this magical tool of faggotry, my palm supported the crotch area, n' I slowly raised it up, to scrutinize the rancid work Papa Yowwie had done to this measily yet massive underwear for Fuck knows how long...the threatenin', immense smell bearhugged my nosehairs, specially the couple long strands I have, deafenin' all other instances of auras n' focuses my nostrils deadcenter in the Faggotdom of Zonz. But yeah, drawin' a pair of Godsend undergarments close to my lil' snoofer ain't gunna be enough, it will never ever be--I jabbed dem undies into my face, plungin' into his deep, endless pool of pure stank--it's like my nose n' mind are both enjoyin' a hugeass sandwich made outta bootycocoa, ass, boibits, piss, dickcrust, cockmilk, n' sweat....I stroke towards my sludgy glans n' a bit of semen was helped squeezed outta its lil' prison.

I know must mos def, positively enjoyin' this--a sweaty backside, trailin' down to dem smallass bumcheeks, with a pair of sweaty soles n' wigglin' piggies underneath, an arm pumpin' to n' fro passionately as he hears loud SNNNNRNRNRFFFS from the front of that messyhaired head.

Still ain't enough to quench my perpetual thirst of my mutual batebro--I let go of my edged bbc n' spread the underwear wide like a fugly, loose hyper birthhole n' pucker up, slammin' my kissers upon the stained material as I pull the band on either sides of my head n' let it snap it place, Zonzundies hangin' my whole upper body like a spirit that eternally luvs wallowin' in other people's filth, the blast radius of seeped-in bodily fluids n' solids is all gud n' restin' on my aromaluvin' face as I reeled back in intense euphoria, hands lazily on either side as my cock bounced in unashamed excitement, gettin' ticcled by the underwear's hangin', browned ridge. The world around me was tangible, yet ethereal--Zonzundies are one of the most perfect examples of complete n' total griminess. The undies unfortunately covered all of my torogao face that was permanently instilled on me fer a moment...til my senses came back to please the Progenitor who concocted such a subbifyin' device. My mind faded into Hornville when dis smug fella decided to plant his musky foot on my head, squishy sole kneaded into my face as I inhale its stench n' tried to licc his phat bunions with a clothed tongue.His feet were so sweaty the sodium-induced flavors bleed thru the cloth, creatin' a wondrous combo o' footsweat n' dickcheese. After worshipin his salty toes, I heard him plant his heavy sole back on his carpet, which smelt of his stompers by every increasin' visit.

Soon, I sat up straight, my hand went back to where it belonged, n' I turned my self around, the loose cloth swung 'round the top of my head, n' now I can see him thru one of the dingy legholes. I raised my head up slightly, gettin' a better view of my partner-in-crime still sittin' like he did, legs close enough to not show his boibits in full glory, 'least not yet...in addition, Yowwie was restin' his head upon a palm while slowly strokin' himself. Dat fuckin' grin was still there, gorgeous as ever. His smuginess tells all--He knows. He knows he's got me. He never even fuckin' moved off the fuckin' couch, cuz he knows he's the Boss. He knows I'm his twinkboi bitch. N' I know that I'm perfectly fine with dat. Damn straight I should be--there was no doubt the two of us know our place in this crazyass relationship.   

Also, what we also know is that changin' one thing can make a huge leap n' bound of a difference--dose meaty legs spread open beautifully wide, now settled in their 'gotta bate' state, n' jus' from that action, a chain reaction happened--my heartflutter became stronger than ever as my luv for 'im grew even bigger, n' a thicc buncha steamystank rolled offa dat oh-so freshly-rank bod, his demeanor absolutely carefree n' proud confidence about himself as always, n' just plain nawty--all that n' I don't know how to break outta my now-permanent gaze engravin' Papi's very handsomeness into my not-so-profound mind....

His foot came to my face again, n' dem nimble toes clenched onto the underwear as he raises it off my face, a sicklyhawt sound of gradual squelchin' happenin' befo' my very face as his crusty, re-moisturized waste leaves from my head, leavin' thicc sweat n' migrated smears to finally breath out into the thicc, humid, polluted air from my corrupted self. It's prolly for the best Pops did that--now I finally get to experience his unfiltered self, 'specially dose humongous boibits still excited at my sick, perverted presence.

Yowwie stroked his bbc in front of my face very hard, his delectable, stubby fingers simply a blur as they set to make his boulders be milked of their tasty, clear cockjuice sum mo'--he suddenly stops with an ""Mmph--!" n' a slight lipbite, his powerful, dauntin' cock edged to such an extreme degree, his faphand on the couch as his cock pounces the thicc, steamy air, bobbin' in that brainwashin' dilatin' n' abbreviatin' motion in perfect tune with every steep heartbeat pumped into its gargantuan size. Nuthin' but a thicc stream of pre oozed outta his obscured, hoodied, mos def cheesy dickhead, seepin' outta his puffy foreskin, at dis point, I was hella close to the enticin' Yowwie n' his banquet of droolin'dong n' bigboi balls.

He looked down at me--dis obese, hirsute, moist, musty, bigtooth-grinned, uncircumcised mofo tells me--

"If you are gonna be down there, eyin' up my dick, why not put yourself to work? C'mon~I know y'wanna~"

Fair play, Daddy Doof.