The Finer Side of Filth
The Finer Side of Filth
Written by: Adrian Blackbear ©[http://www.furaffinity.net/user/kumaxking/]
Characters ©Ryusuke573 [http://www.furaffinity.net/user/ryusuke573/]
It wasn't often that there was a night gone by where Vincent found himself at home, just relaxing or doing something important. Instead, the goblin was out at the bar, spending money on drinks like he would with any normal Friday night. He couldn't imagine anything more relaxing as he sat there, sipping on another brew of this wonderful quench-filling drink. Who certainly wouldn't like something like this after a long week at work, and doing hard labor? Vincent certainly did, but there were just some things that he hadn't filled yet. Unfortunately, though he was filling himself up with an alcoholic beverage, he couldn't perform any actions - in public - that would fulfill his sexual desires. The desires to fuck the living shit out of someone and not feel remorse or any ties to the person afterwards. He knew exactly what that meant, but he would have to go looking for a little bit, or at least do some walking around until he could con someone into doing so. It wasn't like it would be hard for the man, he was pretty attractive.
Vincent stood a little over 4 feet tall, and didn't have hair, though it didn't make him any less attractive because he pulled off bald well. His lighter green skin was covered in dark blue tattoos and tribal markings, covering all of his body, each well sculpted muscle over his arms and legs, and even over his face. Those, combined with the multiple facial piercings that the goblin had, left him pretty much intimidating. He found himself quite attractive to say the least, maybe a bit smaller than most other beings, but he found himself perfect in every way, shape and form. His body was well muscled, fit, toned, attractive, and his huge cock just made things so much better. There wasn't much more that he could want from being a goblin - nice claws, a quick and agile form, and enough cock to go around for everybody.
Vincent wasn't sure what he wanted to do now, as he hopped off of the barstool, leaving a small pile of cash for the bartender, though it was just enough to pay for his drinks, and then a five cent tip. It was the greedy side of the goblin that was showing for now. He headed towards the door and said nothing as he left.
Lorn was never a person that did things to indulge himself. Rather he was fueled by greed and getting money. That was probably one of the major reasons that he found himself, more often than not, selling himself on the corner of a street to try and get by, or to have money in case he would need it for something important; he never knew, but then again nobody really did. Tonight was no special night, just another night of working on the street corners, wearing shorts and a wife-beater for easy access and quick undressing if the customers paid for it. You could almost see the greed in the goblin's eyes.
Tonight hadn't been a night worth going out. You would figure that a Friday would be one of the best days to just go and get laid, or find someone to pay to do it, but in all reality, he hadn't gotten one customer at all. And it wasn't like he was attractive, because he really was, his dark blue hair pulled back into a stubbed ponytail, and he also had a pretty nice beard going on. He looked rugged for a goblin, though he liked to take it in his hot ass for money. That was probably his biggest downfall now. After doing it a few times for more of a recreational purpose, he slowly got into the prostitution business on his own, working for himself without anyone telling him what to do.
Some nights were working better than others, though he never really considered himself a real prostitute because he didn't have to do it. It was more of an escort thing. He would go off with men and perform sexual favors, or whatever they needed, but some nights were more successful than others. He was beginning to think that maybe some people assumed he was just someone standing there on the corner waiting for a bus or something. There was no other way to really pick someone up like that. He couldn't think of anything at least.
Vincent walked down the street. He was looking for the right person now. And it wasn't often that you came across many goblins that were around here, though they were easy to spot because of their thick accent and all of their appearances and such. Vincent continued onward on his quest until he turned a corner and saw someone at the corner that immediately caught his eyes; a goblin, standing there in practically nothing, his wife-beater and a pair of shorts. He had to take advantage of the situation now, while he had the chance, or else something like this would never come up again. Vincent strolled over in the direction of the other goblin, making no hesitation as he stopped a few feet away and began talking there. "Hey. Long night?" He asked.
"You could say that." Lorn responded a bit quietly, unsure if this was a cop in disguise or something, though he didn't seem it from his clothing and all that; chained pants and a jacket.
"You out here often?" Vincent asked another question, almost unsure if this was a prostitute so to speak.
"Just about every night ..."
"Do you ... wanna go somewhere private? Discuss a settlement elsewhere?"
Lorn was unsure of how to take this, though it was his first customer of the night, so he probably shouldn't turn him away like that. The olive toned goblin gave a nod to Vincent and then started to walk off. "My going rate is about ... a hundred or so, depending on what I am doing."
"Understandable, I can do that, though I have a few ... specific things in mind. I can't say anything about it now, but if you do it well, I can certainly give you a decent tip." Vincent seemed pretty sure that things were going to work well now that he had found someone to release his tension upon, no that it would be anything that tied him to the other goblin. Needless to say, they were both pretty nervous about what was about to happen; Vincent because he had no clue what he was going to get from the other goblin, and Lorn because this guy could do anything to him and he had to work with it.
After wandering around for a good half an hour, the two goblins chose a quiet alleyway where nobody would find them. Vincent made sure that the alleyway was closed off; one side had a fence at the end where a massive garbage bin had been, and then a bunch of smaller trash bags in front of it. They walked to the end of the alleyway, and that was it for the informalities. Vincent pushed Lorn onto a garbage bag that was a bit squishy, probably filled with rotting food and whatnot, but the only scent more overpowering than the trash was a musky odor filling the air as the goblin pulled his shirt off, revealing his hairy armpits and a rank, almost nasty smelling odor. The larger goblin slowly looked down at Lorn, shaking his head as Lorn began to tear away eagerly at his own clothes. He knew that Vincent wanted to go all the way, so there was no hesitating with that, but what happened when Vincent pulled his pants down was something he wasn't expecting.
The abnormally large cock flopped out and hit him right in the face, scaring him a bit, more or less because he was taken off guard by that. The smell was overpowering, the scent of man and sweat and just overall stink was starting to drive the submissive goblin wild. It made him aroused as he slowly rubbed up and down his own erect cock, stroking it to life, though it was far from flaccid after seeing that monstrous cock.
The silence was abruptly halted by Vincent speaking to the other goblin. "Get on your hands and knees. I want to see that nice fucking man-pussy of yours." He said, almost forcing the other onto his hands and knees immediately as Vincent got down to one knee, pulling apart each of Lorn's ass cheeks and staring at that nice pucker with a forbidden lust in his eyes. He would lean forward and initiate contact, giving the pinkish hole a long lick before he started to continue even more with the rimming. He was eventually at the point where he was licking so fast that his tongue was sliding in with such ease. When he found himself slowing down, he pressed his tongue into the puckered hole, spreading it apart a bit as he tasted the warm insides of the other goblin. There was no need to focus any attention on his own cock at this point because licking that hot asshole was making him hard and keeping him that way without any general handy work.
Lorn couldn't contain himself at the same time, feeling Vincent work over his hot hole was making him harder than he had ever been before. Nobody had ever paid any attention to that part of his body like that. It was almost as though someone had finally taken an interest in pleasuring him for once instead of the other way around. He slowly felt himself loosening up, his pucker reacting to each and every lick from the man's tongue, leaving his 'man-pussy' moist and slick for the entrance of his cock. It was at that moment that Vincent flipped him over and began to prod his stiffened cock at the smaller goblin's hole, pushing himself inside as he held onto Lorn's hips, as Lorn held his head against Vincent's chest and smelled his manly odor. It was something that Lorn cherished, but didn't often get to see or smell because a lot of the men he slept with were clean and hygienic, though to be completely honest, Lorn loved the thought of this rank smelling goblin plowing him.
Vincent hilted himself after just sliding into the slick hole, his massive ten inch cock plowed into Lorn like it was impaling him. Lorn didn't complain at all, feeling that warm cock inside of his stretched hole made him feel so comforted and at home for once. He watched as Vincent lifted his arm a bit, revealing those armpits again, and Lorn leaned forward and sniffed the smell, a strong manly odor, as his own tongue reached out and tasted the sweaty pits. It didn't help that their hot encounter was surrounded by a warm evening in the city. They were soon drenched in sweat, as Vincent plowed into the other goblin, pushing him up against the stinking trash bags and feeling the other goblin lick and taste and savor that bitter and sour tasting armpit sweat. It made him cringe as he pumped his cock in and out, each thrust grinding against Lorn's prostate and pushing deep inside of him as he pulled out to his head and then pumped back in relentlessly.
Lorn was enjoying this more than anything he had ever felt before. It was a magical experience, though anything far from romantic. He could feel the food and cans and such being pressed against his back in the black garbage bags as he listened to each grunt from Vincent as he continued fucking into Lorn as he moaned wildly like some sort of bitch in heat. It was a wild and crazy experience, Vincent's cock was so thick and covered in veins that there was just so much inside of him. Lorn could feel an orgasm building as Vincent's balls slapped against his ass, hard and violently, Vincent was close to his own orgasm.
There, it was that one final moment, where everything fit into place. Vincent was looking down at the smaller goblin, leaning over and kissing him, tasting that tangy armpit sweat from earlier as they made out and simultaneously, Vincent started to release a river of cum into the small creature, filling him to the brim up to the moment that they stopped kissing, and the afterglow was left there with them as Vincent chuckled and Lorn just relaxed there, feeling Vincent's cock go soft as he slid it out, leaving Lorn there with the cum trapped inside as he clenched his hole.
"Loosen up baby ..." Vincent smiled, getting on his knees again as his tongue teased the hole, causing Lorn to release, cum tricking out onto Vincent's tongue. He enjoyed the taste of his seed. It was so strong, and had a particular scent to it that drove him wild. He sucked and licked at the hole, cleaning up whatever cum that would fall out, though he knew some of it was far too deep inside Lorn for them to be able to get it all now. Surely this was one of the strangest and most romantic times Vincent had ever had sex with someone. Lorn sat up, biting his lower lip as he watched Vincent tease his hole, until he had declared he was done and leaned up to kiss the goblin again. They relaxed there, kissing one another, the strange taste of sperm swapping between their mouths as Vincent slid a wad of cash into the other's pants pocket as it lay on the ground. But for now, they enjoyed each other's company as they spent some of that evening in the filthy alleyway, the scent of sex, musk, sperm and trash filling the air.