The closest I ever came to doing scat was a really dirty rim job I gave to this black bodybuilder I met in a foot-fetish party in a bar in New York. He was an older guy, but he had an incredible body, and had won several body-building competitions. He kept pictures of himself posing in his pocket and loved to show them off.
Even more amazing than his body, though, was his long, fat, heavy dick. It was at least four times as big as my little four-incher, probably about nine inches and very thick and heavy. Sometimes I would just hold it in my cupped hands, feeling the weight of it. We'd gotten together a few times; I'd spend several hours on my knees, trying to swallow his massive dick and kissing and licking his big, rough feet and sucking on his toes while I looked up into his eyes. I'd told him how much it meant to me to be able to show a black man how much I worshipped him; he really liked that.One night he came over and I asked him if I could drink his piss. His face lit up. We got in the shower and I knelt down in front of him and he pointed that beautiful dick at me and let loose a hot salty spray right in my face, stinging my eyes. I tried to swallow as much as I could but he kept moving the stream all over my body, hosing me down, drenching me in his golden urine. I was in heaven. "Thanks, man," I finally managed to gasp, as the warm stream slowed to a trickle and then stopped.
"You're welcome," he said, wiping the last drop off onto my forehead as if anointing me.
I sucked his dick for a while but then I pulled away to beg for another treat. "Can I eat your ass?"
He smiled and nodded. He turned around, spread his legs and bent over, resting his hands on his knees. I knelt behind him, kissed each muscular buttock and rubbed my face against them; then, unable to resist, I buried my face in his beefy ass and started licking. Suddenly I froze. Something was different; as I ran my tongue up the length of his butt I tasted something bitter and strong. With a shock, I realized that the crack of his ass was filled with shit, and that I was face deep in it. He must have taken a dump just before he came over and not bothered to wipe. I could feel it all over my face. At first I freaked out, furious with him, but then I realized two things: One, my little white dick was hard as a rock, so I couldn't deny that I was turned on; and two, it just felt so damn right. For a submissive guy like me who worships black men, he was giving me something special: a chance to show him exactly how humble I felt in the presence of his incredible masculinity. I suddenly knew that I was right where I needed to be: down on my knees, licking the shit out of the crack of a black man's ass.
I pressed my face deeper into his buttocks, running my tongue over his dirty asshole, slowly getting used to the taste, then learning to love it. He started grinding his butt against my nose and lips, moving it up and down, smearing more crap all over my face. I moaned and grabbed my tiny dick. The thought of this incredible man wiping his ass on my face made me so excited I was shaking. I started pumping my little cock as I slurped more shit out of his sweet black ass. I didn't stop licking until his butt crack was completely clean. When I finally came up for air he turned around and looked down at me, a crooked grin on his face.
"Thank you," I said, gazing gratefully up into his eyes. "Thank you so much! That was amazing."
He just laughed.