Saturday morning had finally arrived and with it the promise of a sun filled excursion at the State Park. Steve, a friend of mine, had invited me to a large cookout as well as a going away party for one of the participants and I was truly looking forward to attending. As I dressed, I couldn't help noticing that my pants were a lot tighter than usual. I had recently lost some weight and so I was somewhat distraught to discover I could barely get them buttoned. I gently pressed my hand against my stomach and experienced a dull aching sensation; it was hard and quite distended.
I tried to recall the last time I'd been to the bathroom and realized with some apprehension that it had been several days prior. Before leaving, I patiently sat on the toilet hoping the cup of coffee I'd just had would do the trick. Alas, nothing happened. I didn't dare take a laxative for fear that it would take effect at the wrong time -during the party- and so I resigned myself to an uncomfortable day of holding it in until I could properly attend to it the next morning.
The cookout was fantastic and I had so much to eat that I could barely move. After relaxing awhile and letting some of the food digest, Steve suggested we take a walk to work off some of the food. The park had many trails and soon we found ourselves more than a mile away from the others in sheer solitude beneath the pines. As we sat talking, I noticed Steve looking me over in an appraising manner. Although I was straight, I found this flattering though somewhat disconctering.
I had suspected, though I was never quite positive in regards to his sexual preferences until he confessed them to me as we sat there enjoying the day. He gradually slid his hand across my thigh, bringing about an intense tingling in my slowly stiffening cock. At first I objected, but after listening to Steve tell me how he had been waiting for this moment for months I let him slowly stroke me and soon the feeling of arousal overcame my inner inhibitions. The growing pleasure I was experiencing was somewhat dampened by a sudden need. My bladder was quite full so I excused myself, intending to seek relief behind a tree.
"Where are you going?"
"I have to pee," I told him. He suddenly stood.
"I'll come and hold it for you," he laughed. I stood there with Steve's hand around my cock, too tense to urinate.
"What's the matter?" he asked. Somewhat embarrassed, I explained to him that I wasn't in the habit of urinating in front of other people.
"Just close your eyes and pretend you're alone," he said. "I'll remain quiet."
I did as he said and soon the first warm drops were sprinkling downward. A sudden warm and wet sensation on my cock caused me to open my eyes and I was shocked to see Steve's mouth wrapped firmly around my member. As I tried to pull away, Steve locked his hands behind me and pulled my towards him. I had no choice but to let my bladder slowly empty into his waiting mouth. His cheeks would gradually fill and he would gulp and they would fill again. To my surprise I thoroughly enjoyed it.
As the last drops of urine were sucked out of me, I sighed in relief and once more we sat and relaxed. We were both rather shocked by this sudden act of intimacy and conversation was at a standstill. In the ensuing silence, Steve reached over and began to unbutton my shorts. He was now sucking in earnest, using his tongue in a circular motion on the head of my cock. As the pleasure intensified, I felt a shifting inside of me that caused me to groan. Steve's questioning eyes gazed up at me wondering if I was alright and assuming the sound I'd made was one of gratification, he resumed.
Several seconds later another shifting took place and an intense cramp made me shudder. All the food I'd eaten had swelled my stomach to twice its normal size and the pressure was causing the huge mass in my intestines to start moving downward. I tried to ignore my discomfort and concentrate instead on the exquisite pleasure I was experiencing from Steve's nimble tongue. Yet the more I tried to ignore it, the more insistent it became until finally, I pulled away from Steve.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "Weren't you enjoying it?"
"It's not that." He looked at me quizzically. "What is it?" I lowered my eyes. "I have to go to the bathroom," I said quietly.
"Again? You just went."
"This is different." We both waited, the silence building. "It's alright," he said gently. "You can tell me." I looked down at the ground. " I...I have to go BM." A look I'd never seen before came into his eyes and his voice was husky.
"You do?"
"Yeah." His breathing became rapid. "How bad do you have to go?"
"I haven't gone in four days." Steve's eyes glazed over and I noticed a bulge beginning to take shape in the center of his shorts. I stood and put on my shorts.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to find a bathroom." Steve looked stricken. "The bathrooms are half a mile from the picnic area, not to mention that we're over a mile from there already. Can you wait that long?"
"I don't have much choice in the matter." He came over to where I stood and put his arm around me. "Please don't leave."
"But Steve, I have to-
"You can go here," he said with a smile.
"Where? There's no toilet."
"I'll help you." Urinating was one thing, but I wasn't sure I could defecate in front of someone else.
"What about wiping?" I asked. "There's no paper." Steve's voice became thick. "Leave the wiping to me." Before I knew what was happening, Steve had again removed my shorts and was kneeling down behind me.
"Can I just see it?"
"See what I asked?"
"Your asshole."
"Yes," I said anxiously, "but please hurry." Sweaty fingers parted my cheeks as a slight breeze caressed my tightly puckered opening. I heard a sharp intake of breath.
"So small and tight," he sighed. "So moist." The sensation of having another man looking at my nether hole was both new and strange. It was exciting as well. A sudden contraction wracked my body.
"Hurry," I warned. A warm and wet sensation was starting to spread behind me and I realized that Steve was circling my anus with his tongue. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined that such a feeling was possible. It was as if his tongue contained some sort of electrical current that he was passing through me. However the sensation was soon replaced by an ever growing need for relief.
"Please," I begged. "I can't hold it in much longer." When I attempted to pull myself away, Steve quickly wrapped his arms around me, his hot breath against my crack.
"Feed me," he whispered.
His tongue gave a mighty push against my quivering asshole, gradually forcing its way into the darkness of my rectum. At the same time I experienced an enormous spasm that rendered me lightheaded as the oncoming log made its entrance and began to slowly stretch and fill my rectum. Steve eagerly traced my inner walls with his tongue, thrusting it ever forward in search of the forbidden fruit that lay just beyond reach.
A sudden pressure from Steve's direction cause a tingling vibration along the length of my rectum and as he moaned I realized with a start that probing tongue had made contact and was now circling the hard, knotted tip of my huge log. My urge to go was now desperate and I was hanging on by sheer willpower alone. The log began to move forward of its own volition and this time it would not be stopped. I gasped as Steve's tongue slipped out of my anus, rudely evicted by the hard and bumpy mass that was slowly and steadily making its way toward daylight.
"Oh God, Steve," I moaned. "I can't hold it in any longer." Steve's breathing was ragged, his hot breath moistly blowing against my bulging anal ring.
"Don't fight it. Let it come." I struggled vainly as a moan escaped my lips.
"It's coming!" I cried.
The realization suddenly dawned upon me: it was too late to turn back now. Steve was about to become witness to my most intimate of acts. An inexorable process had been set in motion and though an active participant, I could only wait helplessly for its conclusion. My body went rigid and i let out a deep animalistic grunt. My anus twitched spasmodically for several seconds then with a moist hissing it began to open. I could feel Steve's tongue circling the outer rim of my anus as it opened ever wider.
The hard, thick tip of the giant pushed against my ring, painfully stretching it. Steve could now see the moist, shiny tip comprised of many hard nuggets compacted into one huge mass that was now straining for release. He could smell the warm sweet aroma of fresh feces wafting up his nostrils on tendrils of steam as the heat from the turd radiated outward. In my nervous state I involutarily clenched my cheeks together which caused my anus to contract, painfully sending the huge tip back up inside me. But not for long.
With a tremendous push of its own my huge burden began to force its way out of my backside. Steve unrolled his tongue like a welcome mat, pressing it against the bottom of my anal ring, waiting in anticipation. Absolute silence prevailed, broken only by a moist, seductive crackling. Time seemed to stand still.
Steve's eyes never left my anal ring as it expanded, stretching to a thin translucent membrane. He could see every moist crack and fissure in the newly emerging form. He noted the shape and contour of each individual nugget. As the enormous brown fist finally cleared my anus, several of the nuggets seperated from the tip. A grape-sized nugget bounced off Steve's upper lip and fell to the ground; another rolled down his tongue and he quickly swallowed it. The log continued to slowly emerge from my anus until the tip was only an inch from Steve's hungry mouth. And then...contact was made.
I groaned as my log came to an abrupt halt, pressing firmly against Steve's front teeth. He backed off slightly and opened his mouth as wide as it would go. He could barely accomodate the girth of the beast as it greasily slid across his tongue, stretching his lips and cheeks as it forced its way forward. The tip tentatively brushed the roof of his mouth before lodging itself firmly in the back of his throat. Steve fought to overcome the reflex to gag and tightened his throat muscles, impeding the forward progress of the insurgent intruder.
He pressed his face forward, engulfing the huge tip until his lips were flush with my asshole. His sudden movement forced several inches back up inside me, causing my rectum to contact and spasm uncontrolably as the log lay trapped within me. I shivered in pleasure at this new, otherwordly sensation.
For several minutes nothing happened as we both lay silent and unmoving, the slow, rhythmic breath from Steve's nostrils gently tickling my crack. We were at different ends of the spectrum: Steve with the hard and bumpy tip straining at his tonsils, while I lay there quietly, the tail end of the elongated snake still buried deep within my darkest passage. We had become as one. Two seperate entities joined together by an enormous cylinder of feces.
I could have stayed that way forever it seemed, but soon after I detected movement behind me and realized that Steve's jaws were moving. He was using his tongue to pry loose the individual nuggets, savoring them as they accumulated in the pouches along his cheeks. Minutes later I heard a distinct gulping sound as he swallowed then breathing heavily through his nostrils, he rested. Not once during this time had his mouth parted ways with the stretched and aching membrane of my asshole. Ever so slowly, inch by inch, nugget by nugget Steve readily devoured the enormous log-head until his mouth was once again empty and his swirling tongue went desperately in search of more. The overwhelming fullness inside of me had not diminished in the slightest and the urge to go was now unbearable. I took a deep breath and bore down.
"UNGHHH!" Several more inches slowly and painfully emerged from my anus into Steve's waiting mouth. It was as if we were one long, continuous digestive tract and the feces were just continuing on their journey from my anus to his. I grunted and pushed. He chewed and swallowed. Inch by steady inch, the log kept coming. Twenty five minutes had elapsed and close to nine inches of previously rock hard feces lay congealing in Steve's distended stomach. A sudden spasm caused me to flinch and the log broke off inside me. For the first time since this intimate affair had begun, Steve came up for air. Chewing and swallowing the broken length, he decide to rest for a moment.
"That was incredible!" he gasped. I agreed, yet I knew it was far from over.
"I can't believe you had that beast inside of you. You must have been constipated for a week." I gasped suddenly.
"What's wrong?"
"Steve the beast is still alive," I moaned. "It's coming and I can't stop it!"
I rose to my feet and quickly pulled my cheeks apart as my anus slowly opened to size of a dime, and then a quarter. Steve watched the quivering pink interior of my rectum turn a rich choclate brown as the log came into view. My ring now stretched to the size of a half-dollar, I bore down as hard as I could until I saw stars, as my anus continued to open half again as wide. Steve watched in fascination as the jagged, broken end of my BM began forcing its way out. He let it glide along the palm of his hand, cudlling and nurturing it as it struggled to make its way out of my back passage. I grunted. With a moist crackling, the log began to grow. Two inches and then three.... My anal ring was throbbing. Four....five.... Steve wrapped his hand around it and began to gently pull as I attempted to catch my breath. Six....seven.... The log was beginning to taper off slightly as I stood there panting. Eight...nine....ten... Breathing heavily with large beads of sweat rolling down my brow from all the exertion, I let go with a final victorious grunt as I squeezed out the remaining two inches of the brown cylinder. It came away in Steve's hands as I I collapsed to my knees, uttering an enormous sigh of relief. I turned and noticed Steve cradling the huge log as if were some species of large brown snake he had just captured. He move closer to me and held the offering up for my inspection.
I had never seen my BM up close like this before. Its rich fragrance was overpowering, yet somehow enticing. For the first time I noticed the different characteristics in the log: the thick jagged end with its small round craters, the result of the hard gnarly tip seperating as it was pulled from my anus by Steve's lips. The kernels of corn that were imbedded in the smooth surface, the visible remains of a meal I'd enjoyed almost five days ago. With a look of rapture, Steve held the warm creation up before me and waited. Without being told, I knew what Steve was asking of me, though I knew it would take every bit of courage I possessed to follow through. There was one remaining nugget still attatched to the broken end.
Steeling myself, I edged closer to my intimate creation. I felt its warmth rise up as the wisps of steam slowly entered my nostrils. I closed my eyes. It seemed to take forever and then it happened. My lips slowly parted and my tongue tentatively began to extend. Probing a fraction of an inch at a time I gradually moved forward until with a touch as light as a feather, I brushed the surface of the moist little nugget. While pungent in aroma, the taste was sweet not bitter at all as I would have expected. I reached out with my fingers and plucked this last remaining nugget from the log. I held it up between us and began to circle it with my tongue.
Steve brought his tongue into play and we quickly wore the nugget away to nothing. Steve now held the thick brown tube in front of him. He licked the broken end, letting his tongue explore its crater-like indentations. He then opened his mouth as wide as it would go and tightly clamped his lips around the severed end.
Minutes went by as he sat there in total concentration, the tapered end of the snake dangling obscenely from his mouth. Using only his lips, he slowly began to draw the monster into himself an inch at a time as I looked on in utter fascination.
It was primal.
It brought to mind a scene out of National Geographic; a predator and its prey. An image began to take shape in my mind of one snake slowly devouring another. Close to an hour had passed in those secluded woods when I witnessed the last several inches disappearing down his gullet. He swallowed deeply one last time and then it was over. He licked his lips clean and just sat there, his enormously swollen stomach looking as if he had just swallowed a beachball. He smiled sleepily.
"Thank you."
We found a small stream nearby to wash up in and made it back to the party which was now in full swing. Steve just sat there, unable to move. A friend of his came over to where we were sitting and noticed Steve's distended belly.
"My God, Steve," he said, shaking his head. "How many of those hotdogs did you have?"
"None."
"None?" he asked in disbelief. He gently patted Steve's belly. "Then what's in here?" Steve looked over at me and smiled before replying.
"The longest, thickest sausage you could ever imagine."
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