On the day of the encounter, I arrived very early at his apartment. He was a beautiful hippie with long, greasy hair, dark skin, very thin and hairy. His room was dirty and messy, with dreamcatchers hanging from the ceiling, posters of Hindu gods, crystals, pyramids, and many other similar things. There was garbage, dirty dishes, beer cans, and all kinds of dirt on the floor.

Both of us had bad breath because we had agreed not to brush our teeth. We started kissing each other gently, appreciating the foul smell, as we heated up more and more. I kissed his relatively long beard, filling it with saliva.

He was wearing wide hippie pants and a wool sweater, both very dirty, smelling of sweat and grime. He quickly took them off. He wasn't wearing underwear under the pants, so he was completely naked except for some torn and worn wool socks.

I also undressed and was the first to fart, loudly and stinkily. He quickly put a finger on my anus to capture the smell, then brought it to his nose and mouth.

I turned him around, tightly spread his buttocks with my hands, and observed his hairy anus. I immediately asked him to fart. He made a little effort, pushed, and finally let out a long fart. I approached, and despite the repulsive and rotten smell, the heat overcame me and I introduced my tongue into that hairy, throbbing anus.

Then he said to me, "Expelling intestinal gas is like creating a cosmic explosion. It is a very spiritual practice." I told him he was absolutely right. Then he played Hindu music and we lay down on the bed.

Soon we started smelling and kissing each other's feet. I realized I had been wearing the same socks for several days, maybe weeks, as they had a strong odor that I deeply inhaled. Then I took them off and started kissing and licking his feet, while he did the same with mine. His nails were a bit long, and he had a lot of hair between his toes.

After a while like that, I brought my cock to his face and pulled back the foreskin. The head of my cock was dirty with smegma, not much but enough to turn him on. At first, he started smelling it with some disgust, but gradually he dared to pass his tongue over the smegma, until he finally started sucking, harder and harder.

He ended up sucking so hard he gagged, and realizing this, I grabbed his hair and forced him to keep sucking forcefully, until his gagging intensified and he ended up vomiting. He didn't vomit much, but it was enough for it to be wonderful. Tears came out of his eyes, and a little snot from his nose. The vomit was yellowish, contained shapeless bits of food, and slid from my cock onto the sheets and blankets.

I let him rest for a bit and then I turned him over onto all fours. I started penetrating him with my cock lubricated by vomit, and after a while, I saw with satisfaction that my cock came out dirty with shit. Finally, I came on his back. I cleaned my cock with the blankets and we l...