Piggy Buddies

When Hans’ parents got divorced, his mom and he moved to Basel, a city in the north of Switzerland. It was a very modest one-bedroom apartment, and not only did they have to share a bathroom, but Hans had to sleep on a sleeper couch in the living room. It was all they could afford at that time, and Uncomplaining as ever, Hans did not mind the inconvenience. Hans had always been easy going due to his social awkwardness and contented to go with the flow.

Hans was diminutive and rather unattractive. He had hyperopia, which made him owl-eyed with his spectacles on, further enhancing his nerdish demeanour. Hans had no friends at school, and in fact, had no friends at all. To further complicate his life, Hans also knew that he was gay.

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Fritz was twenty-seven, worked for the railways, and lived in the same apartment block as Hans. Like Hans, Fritz was a loner. Fortunately, Fritz’s job did not require him to interact with the rail users, and given his slovenly appearance, that was a great advantage. He worked his shifts alone in a small office, so his scruffiness was not an issue to his employers. Fritz was tall and lithe and had shoulder-length dreadlocks. He had a moth-eaten goatee and moustache and wasn’t exactly a poster boy for personal hygiene.

Fritz’s apartment was a pigsty. There were bottles, tins, packets, ashtrays, and dirty laundry lying all about the place. Fritz was a heavy smoker, but that’s not all he smoked. Fritz’s teeth got stained as a consequence of this habit, and his long fingers with his severely bitten fingernails also bore the discoloration due to nicotine and weed.

Fritz had an unhappy childhood. When his dad had left Fritz and his mother when he was six, Fritz knew exactly why. His mother was a fuckin’ bitch and never stopped moaning. She was a detestable cow, and he always vowed that he would never marry because of her. He was ecstatic when she finally fucked off from Basel eight years before to live with her sister in Zurich. He was, therefore, finally rid of her, which was one of the highlights in his unremarkable life. At best, he saw her once a year, and an hour was as much as he could endure.       

Fritz and Hans often crossed paths in the foyer of the apartment block. Fritz always made a point of having a chat and was pleased when he found out that Hans was already sixteen-years-old. Fritz was tired of the toilets he frequented for sex at one of the busy tram intersections. It was a downstairs ablution area, but alas, most of the regulars were old guys. To Fritz, Hans would be an ideal fuck-bunny, but he knew that he had to be patient and not rush things. He was, nevertheless, determined to entrap Hans, whom he felt positive was gay.  

As luck would have it, one afternoon, Hans fell into his clutches in Fritz’s favourite cruising area. Hans had never used the ablutions there before, although they were at the station where Hans had to change trams. Hans took two trams to get from his apartment block to school. Having taken the first tram from school that afternoon, Hans decided to have a piss before getting on the second tram home. After descending the stairs of the toilets, Hans observed a large U-shaped urinal area to his left, where three old guys pretending to piss, which unnerved him. Hans then moved in further toward the individual toilet stalls, which all appeared to be unoccupied. He then elected to use the farthest cubicle.

The sight that arrested his eyes as he was about to enter the last stall nearly blew his socks off. Fritz was sitting on the toilet with his jeans open and legs apart, wanking himself. Hans stood transfixed like a deer caught in the headlights. Before Hans could even formulate a thought, Fritz whispered that he should enter, frantically gesturing to Hans with his left hand.

“Come in,” Fritz then repeated, again gesturing. With Hans immobilized, Fritz twice more reiterated his invitation. Stunned as he was, Hans was also totally intrigued.

“It’s safe,” Fritz assured him, “The police never come down here.”      

Gingerly, Hans entered to whispers that he should bolt the door behind him. Once done, Fritz beckoned him closer. Stationed between Fritz’s legs, Hans looked down at Fritz’s knob. It was tapered and shaped like an enormous carrot. From its thick base, it tapered to a small head with a wrinkled snout that puckered off the tip. Even though Fritz’s dick and balls were more than ample, the bush surrounding them was so full and lush that it looked like Fritz’s genitals were swimming in pubic hair. Truthfully, if Hans got given a choice, Fritz would not have been his first pick. The excitement of what was happening to him, however, was beyond Hans’ wildest dreams.

After moving his torso forward, Fritz pulled Hans’ tracksuit pants and underpants downward to the middle of his thighs. Next, he took hold of Hans’ stiffening dick and began to play with it.

“Would you also like to play with my knob?” Fritz quietly inquired.

“Sure,” Hans whispered.

“Go for it,” Fritz then informed him.

Hans had never touched another guy’s cock in his life, and the thrill was unbelievable. Hans couldn’t believe how incredible the excitement of what was happening felt. Before long, Fritz orchestrated their next move when he pulled Hans’ body further forward and encapsulated both their dicks in his right hand. As Fritz began to tug on their combined dicks, Hans’ mind went into horny overload, and shortly he began to erupt all over Fritz’s knob.

As Hans shuddered, he apologized profusely, only to get told that it wasn’t a problem at all. Fritz had captured the fish he wanted and reflected upon the fact that he wouldn’t have to endure the old queens in these toilets any longer. Mesmerized, Hans watched Fritz slide his hand over his cock before scooping up the spunk and licking it off his fingers.

“Fuck, your spunk tastes very sweet,” Fritz whispered before asking, “Are you on your way home?”

“Yes,” Hans replied.

“Well, then I’ll join you,” Fritz answered.

After they left, they embarked on the next tram to their apartment block. En route, Fritz got the lowdown on Hans’ mother’s daily routine. She always worked from twelve p.m. till nine in the evenings. This information was like music to Fritz’s ears because he worked from six a.m. till three p.m. in the afternoons.  

When they arrived, Fritz was very insistent that Hans should visit his apartment. Hans was happy to do so, overjoyed by the dissolution of his sexless existence. The events of the day thus far had sent his mind into turmoil, and Hans couldn’t wait for their next encounter to begin. He was horny and wanted to get propelled into an advanced program of sexual enlightenment. Self-gratification had become tedious, and Hans was ready to cross the Rubicon.

Fritz’s apartment, however, was an eye-opener for him. Hans’ mother was a very fastidious individual, and he had always grown up in a tidy and clean environment. Fritz’s place shook him to the core.

‘This guy is a total slob,’ he thought after he entered. ‘Jesus, how does anyone live like this?’

The chance encounter in the toilets, nevertheless, had ignited a flame in him that could never get extinguished again. The antiseptic aroma, as well as reek of masculinity, had been imprinted on his olfactory senses.

“Do you want a joint?” Fritz asked.

“No, thank you, I don’t smoke at all,” he answered.

“Do you mind if I do?” Fritz asked.

“No, not at all,” then after a pause, Hans asked, “What does it do for you?”

“It makes me fucking horny,” Fritz answered.

That explanation was good enough for Hans. Hans watched as Fritz inhaled three huge drags before placing the unfinished spliff on the ashtray.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Fritz then announced; “Now I’m fucking horny. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

When they got there, Fritz pulled the duvet cover off the bed. Hans was astonished by the number cum stains on the fitted sheet. From the look and smell of the bedding, Hans doubted if it had got washed in quite a while. His lust, however, overran his concerns.

“Strip and get on the bed,” Fritz then ordered him.

Hans did as he got told before they were soon both lying on the bed. Shortly, Fritz leaned over and began to kiss Hans. Although Fritz’s breath was exactly fresh, heavily laced with the smell of cigarettes and dope, Hans happily succumbed to Fritz’s facial attack. Inexplicably, the added stench of Fritz’s strong body odour also added to Hans’ excitement, and he felt himself becoming overawed by the pong of masculine stink. Reaching upward with his hands, Hans pushed his fingers into Fritz’s dreadlocks, wondering how they would feel. Oddly, they had a strange spongy texture.

After Fritz had moved his entire body onto Hans, he lifted his head and asked, “Would you like to suck me off?”

“Yes,” Hans answered, totally encapsulated by funk and more turned-on than he had ever been before.

After propping Hans’ head on three pillows against the headboard, Fritz maneuvered his body forward on his knees until his dick was touching Hans’ mouth. The odour of Fritz’s smelly crotch now got added to the heady bouquets that Hans was growing to enjoy. Slowly, Fritz began to move to and fro as his cock entered Hans’ mouth. There was nothing Fritz liked better than skull-fucking someone. Anal sex was great, but banging your dick into a person’s mouth was the highpoint of his existence.

With his hands secured on his headboard, Fritz got into a steady stride. What amazed Fritz was how accomplished Hans was at sucking cock, and it appeared that he had no gag reflex issues at all. In no time Fritz’s knob had entered Hans’ mouth and throat, as he pounded away contentedly. From the sounds and actions that Hans was contributing, it also appeared that Fritz’s face-fucking was wholeheartedly sanctioned. Locked in this rank haven, Hans’ hands eagerly pulled Fritz’s hips into his face, as if inviting Fritz’s knob to delve ever deeper into his throat.

The feeling of having his epiglottis banged into submission aroused an incredible excitement in Hans. It was as if yin and yang had come together in perfect harmony, and Fritz had finally found the ultimate home for his uncut knob. When Fritz finally unloaded, Hans was mesmerized by Fritz’s ejaculation as Fritz’s hips shuddered uncontrollably. There were no jets of spray, only a sustained and endless flow of lava that oozed so prolifically that Hans began to wonder if Fritz was pissing in his mouth.

When Fritz finally pulled his dick out of Hans’ mouth, he smeared the purple head of his glans under Hans’ nose. Hans now grabbed hold of Fritz’s nuts and began to lick them voraciously. Fritz let Hans have his way as his cock lay across Hans’ face, and after a few minutes, Fritz’s knob again became fully erect. Next, Hans began to suck his dick once more.

“Are you still hungry, baby,” Fritz’ asked, with a snigger.

“Yes,” Hans mumbled.

Again, Fritz began to plow Hans’ mouth. On this occasion, however, the skull-fucking was endless. Fritz found a pleasing rhythm, and having a consenting mouth at his disposal, had no intention of rushing to the final destination. His fuck-bunny had been ensnared, and Fritz knew that his afternoons, after that, would be filled with gratification. Naturally, he would also fuck the boy, but Hans’ mouth would now become the permanent scabbard for Fritz’s sword. His mind began working overtime, imagining all the ways he could manipulate Hans’ head to satisfy his needs. A further plus for Fritz was that Hans appeared to be happy with his skank. Piss-play was also very much to Fritz’s fancy, and he hoped that Hans would also adapt to this yellow delectation.                       

Awakening from his reverie, Fritz continued with the task at hand as he kept spearing into Hans’ mouth. The other pleasures could wait for now. When Fritz became aware that Hans was tugging on his dick, he upped the intensity of his thrusting. Fritz was pleased when he heard Hans getting close to cumming below him because his eruption was also well underway. Shortly, both men began unloading, and Hans once more got enjoyed the abundant lava flow.

When they got off the bed, Hans observed the dirty underpants that Fritz had been wearing lying on the floor. Impulsively, he picked them up. Fritz was elated by the look of wonder on Hans’ face as he inspected them.

“Would you like to keep those?” Fritz asked.

“Yeah… please,” Hans replied, with glee.

Then, after taking the underwear from Hans’ hands, Fritz dribbled a bit of piss on them before handing them back to Hans. Shortly, Hans was on his way home, clutching his new treasure.

The following day when Hans arrived at Fritz’s apartment, Fritz was already naked. When Hans also began stripping, after being told to do so, Fritz ‘tanked-up’ on his spliff.

“Lie on your back on the sofa with your head over the armrest,” Fritz instructed before their next encounter got underway. Looking down at Hans’ upside-down head, Fritz asked, “Did you enjoy my underpants last night?”

“Yeah,” Hans answered, with a horny grin.

Fritz then decided to put Hans to the test. Lifting his left leg and placing his foot next to Hans’ body on the sofa, Fritz moved forward and placed his crack right over Hans’ head. As Fritz commenced smearing his butthole over Hans’ face, he wondered what reaction he would get. His question got instantly answered, as he felt an animated tongue begin to lick his arse. Happily, for Fritz, the boy commenced squealing with delight. Fritz kept grinding his crack over Hans’ face, elated that his hunch was paying off. 

Fritz couldn’t believe how lucky he was in finding this boy, and being on a roll, decided to move things to the next level. After removing his leg off the couch, he asked, “Are you thirsty? Because I need to piss right now.”

The look of excitement on Hans’ face left Fritz doubtless that he had once more guessed correctly. Holding the front of his knob between his thumb and index finger, Fritz controlled the stream of his piss into Hans’ eager mouth. Fritz had detained a substantial piss in anticipation of what was happening, and the flow was never-ending. This practice did not faze Hans in any way as he became a confirmed ‘pissaholic.’    

When Fritz finally got done, he pulled his foreskin back and instructed Hans to clean the purple head. Hans happily complied. With all the formalities now behind them, Fritz was anxious to embark on his greatest pleasure. After opening his stance, Fritz lent slighted forward and anchored his body by placing his right hand on the back of the sofa. Next, he commenced skull-fucking Hans.

As he thrust to and fro, Fritz decided that Hans had the best mouth he had ever fucked. It also pleased him that with every blowjob, Hans was getting better by using his tongue more effectively. Fritz had always been excellent at controlling his orgasms, but amazingly, it was almost as if Hans intended to rob him of his talent. When Fritz tried to pull out of Hans’ mouth later to delay his eruption, Hans locked his hands on Fritz’s backside, denying him. Defeated, Fritz gave in and let the lava flow.

Afterward, as Fritz looked down at Hans’ face, Hans was smirking. After tapping his dick on Hans’ face a few times, Fritz re-entered his mouth once more, and to the delight of both guys, they discovered that Fritz’s bladder had earlier not got fully emptied. Once done, Fritz felt Hans’ hands once more lock onto his backside. Compliantly, Fritz continued skull-fucking Hans as he also lowered his torso and took Hans’ dick into his mouth.

Fritz’s mouth went ballistic, and within a minute or two, Hans also shot his load. After Fritz savoured the lovely taste in his mouth, he again lifted his torso and intensified his thrusting. Fritz was able to hold off the inevitable for a little longer this time before shooting his second load.

Fritz then moved over to the ashtray, lit up his spliff, and refueled his libido. Hans got off the sofa and moved over to where Fritz was standing. After returning his joint to the ashtray, Fritz pulled Hans toward him, and with both guys groping one another’s backsides, they began to kiss. The kissing was slow and sensual, and as they did so, they lazily ground their crotches together in a contented manner.

“Did you enjoy today so far,” Fritz inquired, as their lips parted.

“Yes… Unbelievably,” Hans lustfully retorted.

“So, are we officially lovers?” Fritz asked.

“I hope so,” Hans replied.

Fritz had decided that he wanted to wait until the following day to take Hans’ cherry. He was enjoying the build-up and didn’t want to rush things. He also figured that the boy should get taught some restraint. In any case, there was one more thing Fritz had on his schedule for that day. 

“I want to wait till tomorrow to bust your cherry,” Fritz informed Hans.

There was a slightly disappointed look on Hans’ face, but Fritz quickly countered by saying, “Besides, I have another special duty for you to perform today.”

Hans’ face immediately lit up at this comment. Next, Fritz led the way to his bedroom. Once they were both on the bed, Fritz lay on his back with his left extended and invited Hans to place his head on his upper arm, facing him. Hans summarily snuggled into Fritz’s body with his left arm and leg over Fritz’s body.

“Do you like the smell of my armpit?” Fritz inquired.

“Yeah,” Hans answered, in a lustful pant.

To Fritz’s relief, Hans immediately attacked his sweaty armpit like sun-parched straggler in the desert. Hans was practically hyperventilating as he licked feverishly. Again, Fritz couldn’t believe his luck. He had indeed found the perfect skank lover! Hans almost dislocated Fritz’s other shoulder, as Han’s finally moved to the right armpit. With all this stimulation, Fritz once more had a raging hard-on, and he again desperately needed Hans’ mouth. Jumping up on the bed, Fritz maneuvered Hans’ body onto his back, and after propping Hans’ head on the pillows, grabbed onto the headboard before slamming his dick into Hans’ mouth. Embedded in Hans’ mouth, Fritz began to thrust with gusto. Acquiescently, Hans again clamped onto Fritz’s butt as he welcomed the attack.

Hans had become addicted to Fritz’s spunk and couldn’t wait for the next helping. The battering that Hans’ throat was taking far exceeded all the former skull-fucks, but he couldn’t give a shit. If he had to pretend that he had laryngitis the following day, every croak would bring a smile to his face. When Fritz finally came, the jizz soothed Hans’ gullet. A short while later, Hans made his way home after the most exhilarating day in his life.

The following day, Fritz was again naked as Hans entered his apartment. In his customary fashion, Fritz took a few large puffs from his joint as Hans undressed. As per the previous day, their kissing and grinding session soon got underway. As they did so, Fritz ran his fingers over Hans’ crack and was pleased to find that the boy had come prepared. After their bodies finally parted, Fritz led Hans to the bathroom and told him to get into the shower.

This instruction perplexed Hans because he couldn’t understand why Fritz would want to shower before their encounter. His confusion, however, was addressed when Fritz told him to kneel. Next, Fritz began to piss all over him, drenching Hans in what felt like pre cherry busting, cleansing ritual. Naturally, Hans also got to swallow some of the pee. After Fritz got done, he instructed Hans to dry himself off before getting on the bed.

On his stomach and with his legs apart, Hans now offered himself to Fritz. First, Fritz commenced rubbing his knob between Hans’ cheeks, and then when Hans felt Fritz’s backside lifting, he knew that the moment of truth had arrived. Han was nervous, and although he knew that discomfort would follow, Hans had never been more ready for anything in his life.

After Hans felt pressure on his sphincter, a sharp pain followed as Fritz swiftly invaded his arsehole. Grunting loudly, the agony of Hans’ ecstasy became incredibly blissful for Fritz. Fritz then held still in Hans for a minute or so, allowing Hans to acclimatize to the situation. After that, Fritz started rhythmically spearing Hans’ butt, slowly and sensually. Hans groaned as he became further accustomed to the penetration enjoying it more and more with every passing minute. Fritz embarked on an endless skewering into Hans, sporadically changing his velocity from very slow to mechanically fast. Totally in control, Fritz wanted Hans to appreciate the full range of his lengthy infiltration.

Finally, Fritz asked, “Are you happy, baby?”

“Yes… Yes…” Hans whimpered, “You can fuck me as hard as you like.”

Those words were like an announcement of an open season to a hunter’s ear. Extending onto outstretched arms, Fritz went crazy as he pummelled Hans frenziedly. When Fritz finally came, Hans was gasping so loudly that he worried that there would be complaints from his neighbours the following day.

As they lay side by side afterward with Hans lapping at his armpit, both piggy’s were more contented than they had ever been.