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Eleven years after Omar left the UK to go back to Pakistan, he messaged me on Facebook. My heart skipped a beat when I saw his message. I hadn't spoken to him in years. He explained that he had a wife and children now, and that he ran a business in Lahore. The reason he messaged me is that he had finally saved up enough money to go for a holiday to the UK, and that he wanted to see me. After he wrote this, he sent me a picture: one of his massive brown turds in the toilet, sitting in a pool of dark yellow urine.
For the next few weeks I was counting down the days...he was all I could think about. I dreamed of sniffing the sweet smell of his ass again. The day finally came and I met Omar at the Airbnb he had rented in East London. I was taken back. He looked so different now. He had a full beard, slightly longer hair, and wasn't the skinny boy he used to be. He had big arms, big pecs, and a beer belly. His arms looked hairier than they used to. He had a few wrinkles on his forehead and some grey hairs in his hair and beard. And his BO stink was as strong as ever. Omar was a real man now, and I was more attracted to him than ever.
Omar's demeanour was serious and urgent. I could tell he was horny as hell. We went up to the bedroom and tore our clothes off and started making out and rubbing our hands all over each other. We landed on the bed, with me underneath him. He did a massive burp in my face, then hawked up some phlegm and spat it in my mouth. Then we continued making out. While we were kissing, Omar let rip the biggest, loudest fart I've ever heard in my life. He definitely hadn't lost his sense of raunch. The smell of his fart quickly surrounded us, saturating every molecule of air in the room. It smelled even better than I remembered.
"You like that?" He asked seductively.
"Yes...I want more Omar...sit on my face and give me more of your stink"
Omar stood up and turned around. While he had a cute but fairly slim ass before, now his ass was thick, with stretch marks where his cheeks met his upper thighs. He then started to squat down over me. His bull balls seemed to hang even lower than before, and his crack was even more hairy than it used to be. There was leftover shit lodged in the wiry black hairs around his puffy brown anus. But before really having the chance to admire his shithole, he released another big smelly fart. It even sprayed some shit particles in my face. The smell was incredible. I started rimming him urgently, desperate to taste his shit. Omar farted a few more times, directly in my mouth. They tasted of eggs, fish and vegetables. I was in heaven.
After I'd finished rimming him, Omar turned around and sat on my rock hard dick, facing me. My dick slid into his warm semi-soft shit. It was the best fuck I'd had since...well, since I last time I fucked him. Waves of pleasure pulsed through my cock and lower body as I stared into his beautiful eyes. The smell of his shit started to fill the room as I started pumping faster and harder. He came without touching himself at about the same time I did. His cum landed in my eye and it burned like hell. But I was in such a state of euphoria that I didn't care. Omar came off my dick and it was covered in his shit. He turned around and we did a 69, him sucking up his own shit off my dick, and me getting to taste his weeks-old cheesy smegma. After I cleaned up his cheese he let out a powerful stream of steaming hot piss down my throat. It felt like he pissed about a gallon of strong, rank urine into my stomach. It was the perfect appetiser before the main course.
Omar got back into the squatting position and lowered his hairy ass onto my face. He farted, then took a massive dump into my desperate mouth. I could barely keep up with it all, but I made sure it all went down. It tasted even better than I remembered. When he had finished, I kept some in my mouth. He turned over and we shit-kissed passionately.
After that we lay in bed, just looking at each other, admiring each other's bodies and rekindling those old feelings we used to have. I wondered how Omar's wife put up with his raunchy body and its nasty functions, but I didn't ask about it.
Omar stayed for a week. He ate a diet of beans, lentils, eggs, garlic, protein shakes, curry, milk, cheese, and anything else that would make him produce that wonderful ass gas that I fell in love with all those years ago. We fucked in all kinds of positions and I ate plenty of shit too. It was the best week of my life.
When Omar had to leave, we both cried at the airport. He had one last gift for me though. We went into the toilet cubicle and he pushed me up against a wall. He ordered me to open my mouth, then with each of his nostrils blew a ton of greeny-yellow snot onto my tongue. We had an awesome snot-kiss before it was time to say goodbye. But he promised to come back next year, with more piss in his bladder and shit in his ass for me to enjoy.