Jason and Me by: Sxuldev8 (M/M, scat)
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"Dude. Just what the hell is the matter with you?" Jason asked me.
"Nothing man. Nothing at all. I'm fine," I answered him. I was watching him, hoping that he wouldn't be able to read between the lines. I really wanted him to believe that everything was just fine.
"Bullshit, man," he replied. "I know you. And you have been totally weird for the past three days. Come on, out with it."
I looked into Jason's eyes. I couldn't lie to him or fake him out. He was and is my best bud. We've known each other for years. Soul mates. Symptatico. Whatever the term might be, it was like we were able to get into each other's minds and feel what each other was feeling.
I'd met him at some stupid club meeting for guys who loved to play space ball. In case you have no idea what space ball is, let me just say that it involves a trampoline, a net dividing the tramp, and a workout that is just amazing. After about 15 minutes of playing it, you feel like you've either swum the Atlantic or rowed to Australia.
We had drawn lots and been assigned as opponents. We were about the same level of incompetence, but loved the physical workout. We started hanging together, and after a few delicate hints had discovered that we were both gay.
Funny. We never ever had slept together or had sex. We talked about the other guys we had each done and some of the "Good, bad, and truly ugly" sex we had had. But we connected better as friends, buddies, or whatever term you might use when you are really in love with someone, but can't say it.
So, four years after meeting him, probably falling in love with him, I had to face the truth. I had to tell him. But. FUCK! How could I?
"Listen man. This is one of those things that you just don't want to know about. I'll be fine in a few days." I was trying to think of something else that I'd kept from him. There really wasn't anything.
"Wait a minute, fucker. We've shared everything about ourselves with each other. You know about my totally screwed up family. You know about the fact that I was seduced by my uncle when I was 13. I know about the fact that you love to hit the T-rooms for sex, no matter what the risk. I know that you're a total slut," he said, smiling at me when he said that last remark.
"Now man," he continued. "You can't shut me out of your life and what's going on. I love you dude. You know that. So. Tell me."
"Man, I can't," I answered him. "This is just too fucking weird to even try to explain," I answered him. I was starting to get worked up. My secret was just too awful to tell even my best friend and compadre.
Jason grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me close to him. As he did, I realized that I was shaking just a bit. Maybe I was more worked up than even I'd let on. As he pulled me to him, he did that damned eye lock with me. You know that look. Eyes to eyes. Minds melding. I thought of Mr. Spock.
"What?" was all he asked.
"OK dude. I'll tell you. But you'll probably hate me afterwards," I was getting depressed now. He would hate me after I told him what I'd done.
"Listen to me, man," he said, never losing eye contact. "I'll never hate you. I'll never run away from you. You know me well enough to know that. Now just what the fuck is it?"
I took a long breath. I sighed. And i took another long breath, getting ready to tell him what had happened to me. And why I was so shaken up by what had happened. "You know Jeff, right?"
"Yeah, the guy you've been seeing for a while," he answered me.
"And you know that we've been having some pretty great sex. How I get so turned on by his cock, especially when it's shoved in my ass and he's power fucking me," I said.
"Oh yes. I know. Sometimes I wish you'd shut up about his cock and how good it is. You know I do get jealous," Jason replied.
"I know. That's sometimes why I describe it in such graphic detail" I said with a sly smile on my face. " How he slides just an inch in my hole to open me up. Then pulls back out. Then in again. And out. And he does this until I'm screaming at him to shove it in because I need it so badly."
"Oh please, man. Don't try to get me worked up. You've told me this countless times before. Old news. There's new news here. What is it?" Jason said, with a bit of testiness in his voice.
"Ok. Ok. Well, you know that three days ago we went down to that nude beach outside of town," I started my story.
"Yeah. You told me that you wanted to hang out at the faggot end of it. See if the two of you could find a third for some fun," Jason recalled.
"Right. Well, we didn't find anyone. Spent the whole time just laying out, being naked, and playing with each other," I reminded him, even though he could picture this part of the story.
"Yada. Yada. Yada. Thanks for the stage setting. Now what the hell happened that's made you so fucking weird man?" he said, getting a little more frustrated with me.
"Listen to me, Jason. I don't know what the hell is going on with me, and you're pushing so hard is making it harder. Let me tell the story in my own way!" He nodded at me, letting me know I should continue, and also letting a bit of the anger in his eyes diminish.
"Ok. So, we were done with the day. We'd loaded everything back into my car and were headed down that road that leads to the road that leads to the road that eventually leads to the highway. In other words, we were on this fucking back lane road for about 45 minutes before we were going to hit the main roadway," I told him.
How was I going to explain what had happened? I was starting to get nervous again and I knew I had to tell him everything. So, I started talking just a bit faster.
"Well. We'd been drinking a few beers and stuff. And right before we pushed off we both went into the bushes and pissed so that we wouldn't have to stop along the way, or at least before the main highway rest area. But, I hadn't taken a dump that day and I didn't give it much thought either," I relayed to Jason.
"Um, dude. Either I'm totally dense or I just don't understand why you're telling me this," Jason said.
I was getting embarrassed. I could feel my cheeks turning red. I started to look down at the floor, but Jason grabbed my jaw and held me into that Vulcan eye lock. All I did was blush even more.
"It's coming, Jason. Damn. Don't make this any worse that it already is, man. I'm having a hard enough time telling you this," I pleaded with him.
"Alright man. Sorry. I just have no idea what the importance is of when you pissed and when you had shit has to do with your weirdness," Jason said, with a look of concern on his face.
"Trust me. You need to know this," I said. Jason nodded for me to continue. "Well, you know how long that road to the main highway is and how slow you have to drive. About 5 minutes into the drive, I could tell that I was going to have to take a shit soon. I should have gone at the pond, but I didn't. So here I was, driving my car and having to empty out my butt."
"Fuck man. Why didn't you just pull over and head into the woods?" Jason asked.
"Well, there is no real place to pull over. You know that. And Jeff had asked me before we left if I had to go. And even though you've only met Jeff a few times, you don't know what a strict mother he is. If he'd asked me if I had to go, and I had told him no, and then I had to go within about an hour, there'd be hell to pay," I explained to Jason.
"That's nuts man. All of a sudden, you needed to dump. What the hell is strange about that?" Jason asked.
"It's the timing man. I can't explain. But I've learned not to screw up with Jeff. You haven't seen how red my ass was about three weeks ago when I did. Needless to say, my ass started aching from the need to shit big time. And there was nothing I could do about it. I started driving a bit faster, to get to the highway and that rest area that is about 5 miles along once you hit it.
"Jeff asked me what the hell I was doing, speeding up on such a lousy road. The first time I told him that I just wasn't watching my speed. And I slowed back down. But as my ass started to ache so much; I really had to go, I sped back up. Then Jeff called me on it again," I tried to explain to Jason.
All Jason did was roll his eyes.
"I'd slowed back down, but this time it was so bad from my butt aching that I let out a huge fart. Jeff raised an eyebrow at me but didn't say anything. I was concentrating on driving at a speed fast enough to get me to the rest area but slow enough that Jeff wouldn't say anything. I was hoping that my fart would relieve the pressure on my butt, but it only did for a minute or two. He was talking to me about that one hottie he'd seen by the lake, but I really wasn't hearing it."
Jason looked at me as if I were from outer space. But his look told me to keep going.
"And then it happened, Jason. I could NOT hold it anymore. Driving down this lane that leads to the highway. Jeff there in the car with me. I did it," I hung my head in shame.
"Did WHAT????" Jason demanded of me.
"I shit my self. I felt it moving. I felt it snaking out of my hole. I felt the first part of it press into my shorts and spread around. I couldn't stop it, no matter how hard I tried to. And then I felt the mass of it shoot out of my hole and fill my shorts," I told him. "It was a major mess, man. I could tell."
"Well, fuck dude. Everyone's accidentally let a little out. Where the fuck do you think skid marks come from?" he asked me with a grin in his eyes and his face.
"I'm not talking about a little. I'm talking about totally shitting my pants man. Uncontrollable full dump dude. Like someone opens the faucet and it all comes out before the faucet is turned off again," I tried to tell him.
He just laughed. "So the fuck what man? Who cares? You messed yourself. And I'll bet it was a bitch to clean up afterwards. Is that it? Is that what has you so fucking freaked out?" Jason was almost giggling at me.
"I wish. Although Jeff hadn't been paying attention when I messed myself, the stink in the air got his notice pretty quickly. He started sniffing the air. Deep sniffs. He turned at me and said to me, 'Did you just shit?' What could I say. I nodded at him to tell him yes."
He then said to me, "I thought I'd asked you about your need to go before we left. You said you were fine. And now you've made a mess. I can't believe you dude."
I told Jason, "I was mortified. Here was a guy who I was having fun with. Who I had just embarrassed myself totally in front of. I had totally shit myself. I hadn't done that ever. What was I going to do? How could I get myself out of this situation? I didn't want him to be so grossed out that he wouldn't see me anymore. I didn't know what I was going to do. You should have seen how red my face was from the shame of it all. And then, Jase, here's where it gets weird and why I've been so out of it. You ready for this?" I asked him.
Jason nodded yes to me. And so I began to tell him the true story of why I was so totally freaked out.
"Ok man. Here goes. Jeff started smiling at me. I had no clue as to what was going on. But I did see him sniff the air a bit, sniffing the stink in the car. I was getting ready to roll down the windows, but he stopped me. And here's what he said to me."
Jeff talking: "You know. I've always wondered what an ass looks like right after a guy has shit his shorts."
"What the hell are you talking about man?" I asked him.
"Well. You know how much I love ass?" I nodded an affirmative reply. "Well, I've always played with bubble butts like yours. Nice hot ass that I love to fuck. But sometimes I've wondered what it would look like if that ass was filthy."
I was still totally freaked about what had just happened. I'd had an uncontrollable bowel movement. And I was sitting in it. I could feel the shit smearing around my ass. I knew that I'd had a big one. And I knew that the shit had spread out from my hole and had spread so far that I could feel it against the base of my balls. And it had also spread up so that my total crack was full of nasty shit. So I really didn't know what to say to him.
"Man. I'm a mess. And I AM filthy. But, dude, I have no idea what the hell you're talking about."
"Listen to me. All I want to do is see what you shitty ass looks like. You've already made a mess of yourself. So, all you have to do is let me look," Jeff told me.
"I can't believe you man. I've just shit myself. And now you want to LOOK? You're fucking disgusting," I yelled at him.
"What the hell do you care? I've told you I want to take a look at your butt. I've fucked you royally about 100 times. Why do you give a crap about what I want to see?" Jeff asked me.
Jason's eyes started to glaze a bit. I could tell that he was starting to get grossed out about what I was telling him. But then he surprised me when he said, "Go on man. What happened next?" He said it with a neutral tone. Not making any judgment about what I was telling him.
"Well. We talked about it some more. I kept telling him that I was so totally embarrassed about what had happened to me. And he kept telling me that he wanted to see it. We finally agreed that since I was a mess, we'd just keep on driving until we got to my place and he'd help clean me up. I knew I had to clean up the mess around my ass. And he volunteered to help hose me off and get rid of all of the crap that had flowed around my hole."
Jason asked me, "Were you turned on by this at all?"
"Hell no dude. I kept feeling my face flushed from the embarrassment. All I wanted to do was get home and get cleaned up."
Jason's reply kind of surprised me. He said, "Well, it sounds like Jeff was interested. Why did you care about what he wanted?"
"Well. I was a stinky mess man. And I didn't want anyone to see it. But he wanted to. And he'd talked me into it. But, dude. I'd crapped myself. And now someone else was gonna see it."
Jason just shook his head.
I continued the story. "We got to my house. Parked the car. I got out and could feel the load of shit hanging off my butt. Besides the fact that it had continued to spread while I drove, I could feel a big wad of crap in my shorts. I walked into my back yard, with Jeff following me. I wanted to just pull them off and have him use the garden hose to clean it all up."
Jason asked me, "You mean you didn't go inside?"
"FUCK NO man. I didn't want to take it inside. I felt some little piece of turd drop down my shorts leg and fall down along my thigh and knee."
Jason giggled at that. "I can just picture you walking, trying to make sure you weren't even more of a mess."
"You fucker, I hollered at Jason. "Jeff was laughing at me. He commented about the fact that the shit had spread so much that he could see the shit had bled through my shorts and that my shorts were totally brown and wet. He said we should just go out to a bar and see who else would notice besides him. I told him that all I wanted to do was clean up and forget about the whole affair."
Jason laughed again. "That would have been quite the sight. You, the totally up tight, smooth stud with a crap filled butt."
I looked at him with a hard look. Jason was taking this much differently that I had predicted. He was sounding more and more like someone else, not the Jason I knew.
I decided to tell him the central part of my story. I wanted to gross him out now. "Ok. So listen to me. We were in the back yard on the deck. I walked over to the part where the hose was. I just wanted to get it over with. Be even more embarrassed than I was already and then hope that Jeff wouldn't hate me for being such a pig."
Jason nodded to me and with his eyes told me to continue.
I blushed again. I couldn't help it. Reliving this experience was one of the most awkward times in my life. "Well, Jeff told me to take off my shirt and my shoes. So I did. Then he stood in front of me and unbuttoned my shorts. He told me to turn around and then, from the back, he peeled my shorts off. As he did that, the stink from my shit covered ass and the shit in the shorts filled the air. Even though there was a bit of a breeze, both of us could smell the stench." I wrinkled my nose, just remembering that moment.
"Jeff then told me to get down on my hands and knees and to put my ass up into the air and to put my face down onto my forearms. Because he'd dropped my shorts down by my shoulder, I could really smell it. I didn't even want to look at the mess in my shorts, so I closed my eyes. I heard him walk away from me on the deck. I thought he was going to go start up the hose so he could clean me up. Relief was on my mind. But then," I paused.
"What dude?" Jason asked. "Don't stop there. I want to know."
"Damn it, Jason, this is tough for me. But anyway. I felt him come up behind me. And then, I felt his hand rub on my butt. I jumped, trying to move away. I almost screamed at him, 'What the fuck are you doing?' But then I felt his hand start to massage my ass. And, Jason, I don't know how to tell you this, but it felt good." I looked at Jason to see what his reaction was to what I had just told him.
He didn't look totally shocked. But I couldn't tell whether he was fascinated or repulsed at what I was telling him. I really couldn't read him at that moment. So I just plowed ahead, hoping for the best.
"Well, he kept on rubbing my ass. I knew that he was smearing the shit from my ass all over it. He was telling me how pretty my ass was and how smooth it felt. I started to get hard, with him rubbing my ass. Regardless of the fact that he was smearing my shit over the rest of my butt, his rubbing my butt was making me get boned big time."
I paused for just a second before I continued. "Then I felt his hand reach around me and grab my bone. His hand was covered in shit, but at that point I didn't care. I felt his crap covered hand begin to stroke my cock and all I could do was moan in pleasure. I was freaking out. I mean, here I was being turned on by a guy playing with my shitty ass and working my prick at the same time!
"And then I felt him take a few fingers and run them up my crack. He told me how good my ass looked and how much he loved looking at my shitty butt. And then, Jason, I felt his dick slam into my hole!" I exclaimed. "He must have coated his cock with my shit for lube. I can never take him dry so that's what he must have done."
Jason's mouth dropped wide open. I could tell that he was stunned at what I had just told him. I kept on going, the words rushing out of me.
"He fucked me. He fucked me hard. I felt his prong working in and out of my hole. The stink was incredible. My hole was getting fucked royally by his big dick. We could both hear the squish sounds of the shit that was lubing my hole as he pumped in and out of me. I felt his crotch stick to my ass, the shit providing the glue that held us together. The stink was even stronger. I was moaning for him to fuck me harder and harder. It was the toughest fuck he'd ever thrown into my chute," I said. I could also feel my cock start to rise in my shorts in the room with Jason as I relived that particular moment. It was so horny.
Jason looked at me with amazement. "What happened next, man?"
I kept on going with the tale. "We must have fucked for about 5 minutes and then I felt him shoot inside my hole. Right before he did he just slammed his dick in me and held it there. Then I felt his cock swell up and shoot his spooge way up inside me. He must have dumped a cup of cum in there. And at the end of it he just fell onto my back and laid there."
Jason then said to me, "And what happened after that?" That was all he asked me.
I looked him totally in the eyes and said, "And then Jeff pulled out of me. I raised up and opened my eyes totally amazed at what had just happened. And he walked around to my front so I could see him. His crotch was covered in my crap. It was totally brown. And his dick was totally covered in my shit. Big cakes of it on the shaft and his nuts were covered too. And I was so overcome with lust, that I just opened my mouth."
"No lie?" Jason asked, for the first time truly amazed at what I was telling him.
"No lie. He walked towards me and shoved that shit covered cock in my mouth. And I sucked it. I was tasting my shit on his cock. I was sucking him clean, cleaning all the crap that had been deposited on it and swallowing it too," I stopped, not able to say any more. My shorts were now totally tented with my retelling this part of my story.
Jason, looking down at my boned crotch, inquired, "There's a bit more to this, isn't there?"
"Yes, Jason there is. I liked it. In fact, after the first taste and swallowing that shit that was on his prick, I shot. And I mean I had the biggest orgasm of my life. I mean, I've had good sex before but this was the most out of orbit experience I'd ever had. Jason, I'm telling you that I loved it. I loved being messy. I loved the feeling of my shit being rubbed into my butt. I was in heaven getting shit fucked. I enjoyed having his cock shooting cum into my shitty ass. I loved sucking shit. And now I don't know what I'm going to do. How can anyone want to be around me with me being a shit lover? I mean, I LOVE shit, Jason. Please don't hate me," I said with tears forming in my eyes.
I saw a transformation come over Jason. His eyes were telling me something I'd never seen. I saw him scrunch up his eyes. I was ready for him to either hit me or go running out of the room. And then it happened.
I heard him let out a fart. I saw him bear down. And the scent of shit filled the room where we were sitting. Then he stood up. Didn't say a word to me. He took off his shirt and shoes. And then he pulled down his pants. He'd shit them totally. He turned around showing me his totally messed ass. Then he said, looking over his shoulder at my face and my stunned expression, a huge smile on his angelic face, "Well, pigboy, if you liked your own, you'll love mine."
All I could do was drop to my knees and wait for him to shove his butt onto my wide open mouth. And I did love it. And I still love it. Jason and I have been lovers ever since. I had no idea he was such a pig.
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