The city reeked like a urinal left to bake in the summer heat—piss puddles on the cracked asphalt, overflowing dumpsters spilling rotten food and used condoms, and the thick diesel haze clinging to everything. Tyler leaned against the brick wall behind the leather bar, his steel-toed boots planted wide, cigarette dangling from his lips. He’d just clocked out from the construction site, body still slick with the day’s sweat, his gray tank top plastered to his hairy chest and gut. The sharp, ripe stink rolling off his pits mixed with the sour tang of dried ball sweat trapped in his jock all day. At 32, he was built solid—thick arms, a belly that pushed against his belt, and a fat, veiny cock already half-hard in his jeans, leaking slow just from the thought of some nasty hole to bury it in.
That’s when Rico staggered into the alley. Early 20s, lean and wiry, skin dark and glistening under the flickering streetlight. His black hair was matted with sweat, faded band tee clinging to his slim frame, and those baggy cargo shorts hanging low enough to show the waistband of his sweat-soaked boxer briefs. Tyler caught the stench rolling off him first—sharp, musky ass crack that hadn’t seen soap in days, mixed with the funky, cheesy reek of uncut dick that’d been marinating since morning. The kid smelled like he’d been grinding on crowded subway seats and skipping showers on purpose. Tyler’s cock throbbed hard, a wet spot already blooming on his denim.
“You lookin’ for trouble, boy?” Tyler rumbled, voice low and thick, stepping forward so his bulk blocked the alley exit. He didn’t hide the bulge snaking down his thigh—let the little slut see what he was waking up.
Rico’s dark eyes flicked up, pupils blown wide from whatever he’d been drinking inside. He licked his dry lips, tasting stale beer and his own morning breath. “Maybe. You got a smoke? Or somethin’ thicker?” His gaze dropped straight to Tyler’s crotch, lingering on the growing damp patch, and he grinned, shifting so his shorts sagged lower. The air between them got heavy with his stink—rank, sweaty taint and ripe foreskin funk that hit Tyler like a punch to the balls.
Tyler smirked, pulled a crumpled pack from his pocket, but instead of offering one, he closed the distance until their chests almost brushed. “Smoke? Nah. But I got somethin’ that’ll choke you real good. You smell like you’ve been beggin’ to get used—bet that dirty hole’s been sweatin’ and fartin’ in those shorts all night.”
Rico didn’t flinch. He stepped in closer, his flat stomach pressing against the ridge of Tyler’s hard-on. “Yeah? And you? Fuck, man, I can smell your sweaty nuts from here. Bet they’re rank as hell, all crusty with dried piss and ball cheese, just waitin’ for a hungry mouth.” He reached down without asking, palming the thick shaft through the denim, squeezing until Tyler grunted. Pre-cum oozed out, soaking the fabric, and Rico dragged his thumb over the wet spot, then brought it to his tongue. “Shit… tastes like pure crotch rot. You gonna let me shove my face in that nasty pit or what?”
Tyler’s dick jumped, leaking harder. He grabbed Rico’s wrist and forced the kid’s hand to grip tighter. “Greedy little pig. You want this smelly cock? It’s been brewin’ all day—sweat, piss leaks, dried cum from this morning’s jerk-off. Bet your throat’s droolin’ for it.” He leaned in, nose brushing Rico’s neck, inhaling deep—the sour tang of unwashed pits, the deeper, raunchier stink rising from the kid’s crack. “But first, drop them shorts. I wanna smell how bad that ass needs breedin’.”
Rico laughed, low and filthy, and shoved his cargos and boxers down in one motion, no shame. His uncut dick sprang out half-hard, foreskin peeled back just enough to show the glistening, cheesy head. But Tyler’s eyes went straight to the dark, hairy crack—sweaty cheeks and a ripe, puckered hole that hadn’t been wiped proper in days. The stench slammed into him: sharp, earthy ass funk, old shit smears, and days of trapped taint sweat. “Go on, get your nose in there. Tell me how nasty my hole stinks. If you’re man enough, maybe I’ll sit on your face and make you tongue out the crud.”
Tyler sank to his knees, gravel biting into his jeans as he grabbed Rico’s slim hips and yanked him forward. He buried his face deep between those cheeks, nose grinding against the sticky pucker. The smell was brutal—ripe, tangy, with that deep raunch of a hole that’d been farting and sweating nonstop. He groaned, tongue dragging over the sour ring, tasting bitter funk and dried sweat. “Goddamn, boy… your ass is fuckin’ foul. Like you’ve been shittin’ and not wipin’ just to get pigs like me hard. Gonna make my cock spit just from the stink.”
Rico bucked back, hands fisting Tyler’s hair, forcing him deeper. “That’s it, eat my dirty shithole. Bet your fat dick’s leakin’ pre all down your leg now. Pull it out—show me how wet you get for rank ass.”
The alley filled with wet slurps, grunts, and the thick, nasty smell of two sweaty men finally giving in, the night just getting started on how filthy they could get
