Twas the afternoon of a titillating Sunday, and the Red God Gingie was checking DM's, scrolling past all the horny messages from the enormous amounts of thirsty twitch thots that only wanted him for his famous homemade Mac N Cheese. Just when he heard a knock on the door and sweetly walked to it with a manly strut. When he twisted the doorknob and opened it, he instantly saw one of the most luscious, stunning, ravishing people in all of Texas: BeastManJoe! "WE LIVE BABY!" screamed Joe at the top of his sensual lungs. His masculine voice rang throughout the cozy neighborhood, echoing to the surrounding area, causing nearby dogs to jingle a continuous howl. He was understandably concerned; since he didn't want any complaints from his graceful neighbors before any more damage could be done, he pulled Joe by his immaculate collar.
"Dude!" exclaimed Gingie in a low, powerful voice. " don't do shit like that man, my neighbors are cool and I don't wanna piss them off." He then let go and noticed his hoodie, "loving the milk hoodie tho."
"Yeah, this shit is clean as fuck!" Joe said, posing for Gingie in a sexy way, with a lip bite. "How do I look?" Swinging his hips in a rhythm that he hums in his head. After shaking his absolute dump truck of an ass, he then asks " So you alone?"
"Well yeah I got the day off, so I was planning on making something for dinner." Gingie says with a casual tone, sneaking a glance at Joe's groin; he blushes " I was just about to make some, you wanna help?"
"I mean…" Joe sways to express his unwillingness "not really, but whatever, what are we making?"
"Just Texas chili and cornbread," Gingie replied. " It won't take long."
Joe reluctantly moves to the kitchen with Gingie, who starts getting all the ingredients; he gets the dried peppers and starts to cut them, dumping the seeds in the process. While Joe started the dutch oven fire, for the chili. As Gingie started to remove the seeds from the dried peppers, he went to the fridge to get the meat for the chili but noticed that there was none! " Shit!" He said with a soft, disgruntled tone, " I got like no beef to put in the chili now." Gingie just held his head looking at the floor. Tears started coming from the corners of his eyes as he gave small whimpers through his fingers.
Joe, seeing how upset Gingie was, thought hard on how to cheer him up. In about 40 seconds he finally had the answer. "Bro why are you tripping?," he reassured him, " I got something better than meat."
Before Gingie could ask, Joe started pulling down his shorts, grabbed the nearest bowl, and exposed his back door. The grand hole started to pucker out; thick brown nuggets from his depths were pushed out, pinching it off with his anus muscles. Gingie was now crying tears of joy since he had some homemade beast meat. Gingie put the precious bowl filled with brown lumps to the side and started to cut the onions, as Joe then pulled up his shorts and went to blend the peppers that Gingie had cut earlier. Soon after he finished the onions and blended them to the ginger version of perfection. He added the bay leaves, followed by the pre-minced garlic that he only got since he's too fucking lazy to do it himself.
Gingie brought out a cast-iron skillet to cook his Jiffy muffin mix, but when he began to open it Joe had another one of his ingenious ideas. He took out a ziplock bag, angled it over his brown eye, and let off not nuggets but liquid brown gold. After a few seconds of squeezing later, it then steadily stopped as he then used the inside of the bag to wipe. Gingie finally gathered the other ingredients for the mix, cracked an egg with one hand, poured the brown gold into the bowl with the corn mix, and started stirring. After he felt that it was stirred enough, he applied some cooking spray on the cast iron, grabbed a spatula, and scraped off the mix from the bowl into the cast iron skillet. Gingie quickly hit a roadblock, since he didn't have any can openers to open the tomato cans to put into the chili. Joe, understanding the help his friend was in, grabbed the can with his burly, veiny muscles and squeezed it with one smooth grip, and caused the tomato sauce to go all over the floor, leaving little in the actual can.
"Bro!" Gingie howled, "My dad is gonna kill me!"
"I got you, bro," Joe replied, as he went to get a turkey baster from a nearby drawer, then with one motion started to squeeze in the tomato sauce into the baster. Then with his left hand held back his left ass cheek and slowly inserted the baster into his hole. Squeezing the baster, he could feel the slime slowly fill his insides. Joe kept doing this until the sauce was completely gone and his glorious ass filled with sauce, having a tomato enema showed to be a tall order. Despite him being a veteran booty goon, Joe still had to relieve himself, with lighting speed that would put Usain Bolt to shame simply spread both cheeks. Gingie, having a deep homie connection, knew what he was up to, grabbed the chili bowl, and positioned it under Joe's wonderful round ass. Joe slowly pushed out a steady brown/red liquid with a few chunks being in the mix. It was difficult to tell if the chunks were fecal or tomato. A stream of homemade tomato soup shot out, soon started to drip. Little brown leaks started to run down Joe's plum crack, down to his thighs, and the length of the legs, making a little puddle on the floor and filling his shoes, staining his socks in the process. Gingie, looking at the sheer magnificence of Joe's mighty hole, knew the next step was approaching.
With all the pieces now set, Gingie brought all the stuff outside to cook them on the coals that Joe had started. He put down the chili bowl into the coals; every so often he would stir it. It wasn't the only thing. He brought the cast iron skillet, overlaying it with a bigger one. Using some tongs, he picks up the coals that aren't being used for the chili and places them on top of the overlay skillet. Since it was going to take a while to cook. Gingie decided to relax on a chair. Joe, having shat out a lot of fecal material, was understandably not only hungry but horny. Losing that amount of precious matter would make anyone fatigued. Joe stumped towards Gingie and sat next to him, plopping himself in one motion, waiting next to him.
"Hey, homie," Joe says while putting a hand over Gingie's shoulder. "You wanna play some halo later?"
"Maybe after dinner" Gingie replies, as he sits in front of the pot. The chucks of excrement blended with the tomato sauce, turning it into a wonderful deep brown. The chili was getting more liquid-like the more he scraped the pot. He stood up to check on the cornbread, lightly poking it to see if it was ready. Being a holder of deep food lore, secret knowledge that was passed down from his father to him, knowing that both the chili and cornbread were ready to be consumed.
"Alright, I think it's ready." He says, putting on some mitts, he gives a pair to Joe, who also puts his on. Gingie grabbed the cornbread, while Joe lugged the chili pot inside. In the kitchen, Gingie pulled out two clean plates, grabbed a butter knife, cut the cornbread, and put some slices on each of them. Joe got two bowls and poured some chili into the bowl with a ladle. Both stood proud, fulfilled with accomplishment, and proceeded to then have an amazing dinner.
After around an hour and a half, dinner was finished. Gingie looked down at his watch. It read 10:25pm. He watched Joe take the last slurp of the fecal chili. The spoon had tiny brown lumps in even browner water. His moist lips wrapped around the spoon and gladly swallowed it with little hesitation. Gingie overall was feeling quite flustered, watching, it only seemed to make him even more aroused. His shorts grew tighter, as he felt his foreskin slowly unrolling. His manhood became only half its normal length. A small puddle of precum formed from this act.
Joe, wiping his mouth with a napkin, noticed that Gingie had one arm on the table, awkwardly moving. Curiously, he investigated and went over to him to place a hand on his lap. With his right hand on Gingie's left thigh, Joe bent down, spreading Gingie's legs. So now he was in between them. Gingie's powerful heartbeat was deafening in his ears, as he watched with delight as his zipper was pulled down by Joe; he was about to receive his wish.
When he pulled out Gingie's manhood, a noticeable stench quickly assaulted his nose. The fermented, musky odor of masculinity reached his mighty nostrils, causing Joe to deeply inhale its wonderful scent. Having a semi-erect phallus in hand filled him with determination, slowly, he pulled back the ginger's foreskin. Unnatural amounts of smegma had been exposed. A clumpy, chunky, film that had a yellowish tint; this was the origin of the smell. Joe's tongue gently scraped underneath the helm, careful to get a generous amount, and slowly, he tasted it. The yellow clumps of ginger cheese soaked in his mouth, rubbing the upper roof, making sure to fully savor it. The saliva made the clumps coagulate, causing Joe to chew, his molars grinding the substance into a gooey paste. Finally, he swallowed.
Gingie saw Joe gulp down his ginger curd, which only made him now fully erect. Now that his massive cock had reached its full potential, he pressed his throbbing member onto Joe's soft lips. His mouth gladly accepted it, gently covering the glans, while his right hand held the base, and with his left, cradled the sack. Gingie watched Joe's cheeks sink, causing a vacuum on his tip. The left hand carefully massages, squeezing it gingerly into a heartbeat rhythm. Spit gathered in his mouth, leaking onto the shaft. In response, Joe began to take his mouth off and started to lube up Gingie's shaft with it. His fingers slid in a twisting motion, covering it to make the skin shine, passively jerking him. They both locked eyes. They knew their lust was overflowing and decided to continue with the main event.
Overtaken by pleasure, Gingie pushed Joe's head, holding him by his ponytail. His hips rapidly thrust upwards, making him gag so hard that it reverberated on the giant phallus. Saliva emerged from Joe's throat, ran down the ginger's shaft, and gathered on his pubes. Gingie's uncontrollable lust took hold, with his free hand, grabbed the side of Joe's head, and pushed him down to the root. Flows of white protein-filled his mouth and went to the back of his throat, but Joe didn't want to swallow yet, instead, he collected it in his cheeks. After a few seconds of trying not to choke, he finally managed to hold all of it. Slowly moving upwards, while keeping his lips sealed so as not to spill. A jaw full of divine juice was his prize. He locked eyes and gulped, then opened to show off the aftermath with his tongue extended. What showed was a moist, talented, and stained hole, his tongue having a white smear on the tip.
After getting his groin half-devoured by the Beastman's throat, Gingie lifted himself off the chair. Joe got up off his knees and motioned upstairs. Gingie led Joe to his room. As they walked, Joe was sneaking glances at his backside, ready to tear it up, continually imagining how much of a grip his insides had. He was quickly growing an erection. As they went in, Joe quickly pushed Gingie down the bed; it was his turn now. Pulling down his loose fitted shorts, his manhood flicked up; his cock was veiny, throbbing, precum oozing from the tip, causing a pool inside his foreskin. As the erection pulled the foreskin, drips of his discharge ran down the frenulum to glisten the rest of the pole; one could see the gleam. Observing Joe's malicious meat immediately caused Gingie to remove his clothing, position himself; legs spread, on his back; with his hands spreading his cheeks apart.
Upon examining the display before him; Joe gravitated towards the ginger's hole; its gaping entrance drooled intestinal fluid that soaked the blown-out anus. Once positioned his pecker sild with ease inside. Its warmth welcomed the phallus; the folds unraveled as it entered, pulling his foreskin back. It didn't take long for Joe to encounter a familiar entity inside; with a slight poke he felt the sensation of fecal matter covering the glans; pieces slowly invading the urethra. Furthermore, as he ventured onward; the more clogged the tube got, causing pressure to build up, creating a euphoric sensation. Joe's powerful hips slapped against Gingie's bare skin, thus forming ripples that echoed in waves; pleasure grew within their core, the heat emitted from within, and as a result, Joe pulled out. What came out were strings of light-brown clumps; which shot out with such force it; puddles of DNA laid on Gingie's chest and face; little turds mixed in the tadpole soup caused Gingie to gently lick his lips, making sure to get all the leftover brown cum.
Joe followed this act by massaging Gingie's breast with the brown cum; cupping the meat with his strong hands, paying extra attention to the nipple; with his thumb, he circled the outer rim, a ring of brown was smeared around the areola, the top part dripped down over the nipple. As a result, Joe began to press his tongue over it; gently gliding around the mammary glands collecting the smear on his tongue. Gingie moaned; his phallus became harder, and his anus began to pucker; which caused some nuggets to be squeezed out; staining the bedsheet. When he was done slurping up the brown cum, Joe repeated the same action on the other breast. This only excited Gingie more as he wiggled in delight; he held Joe by his hair, holding him down on his nipple; causing Joe to suck down harder, which then, in turn, created pleasure for Gingie; who at this point was at full length and was nearing orgasm. Arching his back; anticipating the discharge; what followed were strings of white ropes, his hips pulsed in its rhythm.
Joe smiled with glee, staring at his handy work, rubbing his nipples in delight. Went over to Gingie's ass to start a sixty-nine, spreading his cheeks, as he could steal some of the ginger's treasure. From his hands, he started to crunch, immense slime from the turd, filled Joe's gums. His tongue carried the brown sauce to the rest of his taste buds, grinding the roof of his mouth with his tongue making sure to savor its flavor. Meanwhile, Gingie wasn't going to be the only one left out, with his fingers; he started to lube them with his moist mouth; then gilded them around Joe's entrance; circling around, making sure to smooth out the wrinkles. When he felt it was enough; one finger was inserted; followed by another, then 3 more. His whole hand was now inserted. The flesh sank in between the fingers; the pressure caused a vacuum on them as he twisted.
Spreading them was a challenge; pushing against the flesh only caused residual fecal matter to stick under the nails. Despite spraying out all his precious treasure, Joe's anus still had plenty of gold left in his booty, and Gingie was determined to find it. Curling his middle and ring finger he could scoop out some gold, admiring its shine, placing it on his tongue. He swirls it in his mouth, staining the inside, mixing it with his saliva, he softens the nugget into a gooey paste. This only caused him to chew said substance, grinding, dripping down to the gumline. This exchange of fecal matter served as the boy's dessert. Both just kept dining on each other's excrement, joyful for the meal they had been blessed with.
The bond between them only deepened with each bite; every swallow led to ecstasy, which led to more consumption. This cycle continued, for what seemed like hours; both were engrossed with their fecal feast. Nothing but the swapping of fluids followed this. It was almost 2am when both gave a satisfying burp, fecal matter permeated the air, a foul combination of semen, and excrement coated the bedsheets. Gingie snuggled against Joe's chest, which only tickled his face. Joe cupped him even closer. His warmth hugged Gingie, reminding him that he was safe under his light. Neither had to express words. They didn't even have words. The happy bond that they shared only proved that they were a true match for each other.
The End.