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TODAY'S FREE EXTREME RANDOM STORY |
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It was a Saturday day in July; the forecast was for sunshine and temperatures in the upper 80s. We had decided to go to the mall that day to do some shopping. You showed up at my place at around 10am by bicycle. You had on a loose-fitting tank-top, cute, baggy, striped, denim shorts that came down just a couple of inches above your knees, and were barefooted. The temperature was already around 80 and it was much to warm to wear anything on your feet. "God, it's hot out there," you said.
"I can tell." Although you had showered, you had already worked up a nice sweat riding over. Neither of us were the deodorant type--too artificial. Your pit hair was sopping wet and sweat had dripped down wetting your shirt. There was virtually no wind at all that day; even from a few feet away, I could smell your natural, manly aroma. The veins on your body, especially your legs and feet, were prominent, pumping blood to your leg muscles plus bringing your blood close to the surface of your skin to cool. It made you look really sexy, really masculine. "You look cute today and you already smell good." You smiled at me. I wore a regular T-shirt and shorts similar to yours; I also neglected to put on shoes, of course in the summer I never wore them anyway. I got my bicycle and we headed to the mall. It was a hot ride over; by the time we got there, we were both very sweaty. We locked up our bicycles, and went in. The air-conditioning felt great as did the cool, smooth floor tile on our bare feet. We were both thirsty, so we got some soft-drinks from one of those food-vendor booths. We then just started to leisurely stroll around and window-shop. I did actually go there to get some bedding: sheets and also plastic undersheets. You knew what those were for; indeed, we had lots of fun previously with them. It was getting near lunch time and we were both hungry. We stopped at a pizza and pasta joint in the mall and chowed down on big plates of baked mostacholi and had another big drink each. While we were eating, I moved my bare foot onto yours under the table, caressing you. You looked up and gave me a big smile. I love your warm smile--it makes me turn to Silly-Putty.
You took your other foot and did the same to me. Your callused sole felt nice stroking the top of my foot as did your gentle toes. We has finished eating quickly before either of us got too worked up and went back out into the mall. We went to the bedding store; I went in and you waited outside. When I came back out with the package, you had seated yourself on a bench. Your legs were outstretched and your feet were crossed at the ankle and such that I could see your soles. They had gotten completely black with dirt from both outside and in the mall. You knew I found dirty feet a turn-on from the "care-free, don't give a shit that feet are getting dirty so long as they're free from hot, uncomfortable shoes" attitude. I walked over to you. "I know you're sitting like that on purpose."
"I know you know." You gave me a devious, grin.
I could tell you were horny and so was I. "Ready to go?" I asked suggestively.
"Where to?"
"You know where...back to my place."
"I've got to take a leak." You teased me like that implying you wanted to go to the men's room.
"Nope," I interrupted. "You're gonna need to hold it."
"Then let's go before I burst." You got up and started to walk. I followed. We walked through the mall doors and the hot air hit us like a wall. The temperature had risen to the upper 80s as forecast. We unlocked our bicycles and rode back. We got back to my place, set our bicycles aside, and went to my apartment door. We were both sopping wet. Our shirts had huge sweat stains on them and out hair was matted and damp. As I put the key into my lock, you leaned on my shoulders, bent down a bit placing your nose under my right armpit and inhaled deeply. I stopped moving to let you enjoy it. You exhaled and inhaled deeply again. "God, you really smell good...so good," you told me.
"I know!" I boasted confidently. I turned the doorknob, turned around, and led you inside my the hand. After I closed the door, I leaned back against it, shutting it, then just raised by arms over my head and closed my eyes. I didn't have to tell you what do. You came forward and put your face right into my right, stained armpit. You took the shirt material into you mouth and sucked on it, sucking out my sweat. I moaned with erotic pleasure. Having you there sucking my sweat with your face buried in my raunchy pit was a huge turn-on. My cock was already stiff, straining against my shorts, and oozing precum. I couldn't stand it any more--I pulled off your shirt, then you pulled off mine. I bent down and licked your nipples and chest. They were deliciously sweaty and salty. You stopped me.
"Let's get the bed ready. Remember, I've still gotta pee...really bad now." We took the plastic sheets to the bedroom, pulled off the covers and sheets, and put on the plastic ones quickly.
"You know, I've got to relieve myself soon too." You came over to me, planted your lips on mine, shoving your hot tongue into my mouth. We started undoing our shorts. They dropped to the floor; neither of us was wearing underwear. Our cocks popped out, straight and stiff. We played with each other, stroking each other. More precum came from my piss-slit and it made a good lube. I motioned you to lay on the bed. There you were: a beautiful male specimen, all hot, sweaty and smelly. Precum was oozing from your dick too and has leaked down to your thigh forming an unbroken string. I dove into your hairy armpits. You were really wet there and the odor was strong and raunchy--I loved it.
"Yeah...lick those pits out, you fuckin' piece of scum," you told me. I love it when you verbally abuse me like that. "You sick fuck...look at you, you like my hot man-stench, don't you?" You words were making me so hot. We were belly-to-belly, humping each other, cock-to-cock, sliding around in the puddle of precum that has been oozing constantly from both of us. "Yeah...lick me clean, lick every fuckin' hair clean...god-damned scum lover." I recognized my bodies signs; I was close to cuming. Your right pit was now soaked with my spit, I switched over to your left. "You just can't get enough, can you? You'd better clean that one just as good as you cleaned the other one. Man...than feels so fuckin' good." The fresh, strong odor of your other pit energized me; it pushed me over the edge. I removed my face from your pit to look you straight on.
"Ugh...ugh," and with one final thrust, "UuuuGHHH!!" I screamed as I lifted myself slightly off of you. My cum shot out between us, hitting your face, spurt after spurt of glorious, hot cum. By this time, you had gotten so worked up that my cuming was almost enough to put you over the edge.
"KEEP IT GOING!" you commanded me. With my dick still outputting cum in aftershocks, I slopped my hand into it and grabbed your cock. I gave you slow, | |
