by Stephen
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Yeah, what'd ya stop for? Yer puttin' on a little show fer me, ain'tcha? Well, don't stop. That's an order, punk. Stroke that sissy faggot dick of yers - stroke it. Turn around, I wanna see ya. Cripes . . . look at ya. Down on yer fuckin' knees with yer pants pulled down an' yer fuckin' fist workin' that thing. An' diggin' through the laundry basket. Whose clothes are they? Looks to me like they belong to Mike. yeah. Did ya get Mike's permission to slobber all over his stinkin' socks? His stinkin' pissy briefs, too? Does that make yer filthy little dick tingle, pig? That's what you are, man, yer a fuckin' pig. A fuckin' faggot pig. Oink, oink, you motherfucker.
Ya like that crotch smell . . . here! ya fuckin' pig - right up yer nose, right where ya want it. Sniff that piss stink. really gets ya goin', huh? Ya fuckin' perverted pig. That's what you are, man, a fuckin' pig lemma hear ya squeal, pig. Lemme hear those helpless little squeals. Pig, pig, pig. You funk-sniffin' freak, rub those stinkin underpants all over yer face. Ya like that? I can't hear ya, piggy pig. Ya like Mike's workin' man sex stink? Did he wear that pair on the job yesterday? Wear 'em all day? Sit his hot sweaty shatter in the seat of those skivvies? Sniff it, pig. Ya like those socks, too, ya dug out some stinkers, didn't ya? Pick 'em up.
Cripes, look at ya - sniffin the air like a fuckin' bitch in heat just to catch some of that sock stink. Stinky, cheesy, stiff with dried sweat . . . man I know what you pervs like. I know a lot more than ya think. Mike's feet stink enough for ya? Well, why don't ya say what ya want, huh - you never smelled some rank stinkin' feet till ya sniff mine. Aw look at ya - yer fuckin droolin just at the thought of it, ain'tcha? Droolin as ya squat on the floor down there pullin' on that thing o'yers . . . well, I gotta tell ya, bubby-boy. I had a long fuckin' day. Drove that fuckin' pickup truck all day, pervert, I ran around like a motherfucker. End o'the day my feet got a heavy-duty stink to 'em, fag, heavy-duty an' you fuckin' love it, don'tcha? Don'tcha, sniff-pig? When I get home these hot, stinkin', sore, sweaty feet need a little special attention, y'know? Sure y'know. Y'know an' ya want it an' ya need it an' yer a fuckin' case, y'know that? Makes yer joystick tingle just the thought that a wormy little perv like you might to get real close to a real man's feet.
Fuckin' little wuss needs to learn his fuckin' lesson an' show some real respect to a real man, ain't that right? Crawl over here. I'm sittin' here an' takin' myself a break. Here - right in yer fuckin' balls, faggot, right where I can put a little pressure on 'em - right there. There. Untie that sneaker. Unlace it down. yeah, open 'em. You get off on sneakers too, huh? Figures. Hot stinkin sneak gives ya a fuckin' boner? Yeah, I know it does, ya foot-pig-perv. Sniff it. I said - jam yer fuckin nose in there an' jam it in there now . . . breathe deep. Take in that fuckin' foot stink. Cripes, ya love it. Look at ya. Ya get off on the way a workin' man's feet smell after a long day. Both feet. Ya heard me, take off the other one. Yeah. Fuckin' heaven, ain't it? Two damp sweat-stink-socks-funky-feet-stompers jammin' their hot stink hard against yer pig-sniffin' snout. Yeah, sniff it. About time you showed me some fuckin' respect.
I'm sure puttin' up with yer perverted sick shit, ain't I? Peel it off now - sniff those wet socks while yer pullin' 'em off, sniff 'em good. Now. Suck that toe. All the way down, lick that toe dirt, savor it, taste it, clean 'em up. Yeah. Show some fuckin' respect to a real man - cripes, yer in fuckin' hog heaven ain'tcha? Foot pig faggot pullin' on his stinkin' little piss-hose, pullin' on it, strokin' on it - a fuckin' jerk-off-perv, fuckin' sniff-pig. Ya like that real man stink, I can see ya do. Ya need it. Ya need a lotta stuff. I know about ya. Need to be roughed up a little, that's what ya need. Slap ya around a little when I catch ya queerin' off in somebody's dirty laundry.
Ya like my stink, boy? My socks funkier than Mike's? I got skivvies too, punk. Yeah, I'm sure ya already thought of that, didn't ya? I got skivvies - damp, sweaty, piss-stink underpants just form-fitted over my big fat cock an' my hot hairy crack. You know that the seat of my briefs get all bunched up in my shitcrack from ridin' an' sittin'' all day? Gives 'em that smell that sniff-pigs live and die for, right perv? Ever get off in the stuff from my laundry basket? Yeah, I'll bet . . . smell better all warm an' in person, huh? Got a wet cum spot here where my dickhead's pushin' against the briefs I'm wearin, so . . . Well quit starin', you cocksuckin' punk - get yer face down here between my legs. Where ya fuckin' belong.
Smell good? Fuck you - shut up an' sniff it, punk. Look what yer doin' to my dick, see what yer doin'? I oughtta slap you upside yer sissy faggot face. Makin' my dick hard. Big enough fer ya? Bet you'd like to pig out on that thing, huh? Well forget it. It's a fuckin' privilege to get so close to a real man's sex-stink, a fuckin' privilege you gotta earn . . . Go ahead. Get me hot. Grunt, you pervert.. I wanna see ya grunt an' get into it. Faggot. Piece of fuckin' shit. Ya had it out for my big fat dick ever since ya saw me, ain't that right? Ya hear me? My dick smell good? See that wet spot on the tip - suck that dick juice through the fabric. Yeah.
You'd like to choke down the whole thing wouldn't ya? Make ya my personal sock-sniffin', toe-dirt-eatin', ass-kissin', dick-lickin' cocksucker. How's that? Ya like my dickhead smell? My general's hooded, as my girl used to say, an' after a whole day in these tight skivvies I bet I got a dirty dickhead. You wanna get closer? That make yer little weenie tingle? You wanna ask for it? You wanna beg for it? Why should I let you anywhere near my big fat hairy dirty dick, punk, ya wanna tell me that? Well, you gonna ask nice? Gimme some squeals, gimme some fuckin' grunts, beg for it like a foot-lickin' degenerate. Come on. . . . I can't hear ya, pig. Is that a horny pervert pig I hear squealin'? Is that what I hear?
Hey, I guess you must need it bad, really bad . . . fuckin' fag. Okay - here. Look at this. Don't touch it, just look. Sniff that piss hole. You think that's what a real man smells like? Huh? Really gets yer engine runnin' and yer nuts poppin' don't it. Breathe it in. That's the stink of a real man, faggot, more of a stink than you fuckin' perverts deserve....."
