Jason's Awakening, Part I by Jerrick Finley
I was fifteen and a tall, wiry, skinny kid. I already knew I was gay and had fooled around with some guys from school, but nothing more than exchanging blowjobs. My asshole was still a virgin - I never even fingered myself. I was a bit of a germaphobe so the idea of putting anything where shit came out bothered me. That was about to change.
There was a popular underground newspaper where I lived that had ads in the back for hookups. The ads were usually pretty bland - just a list of stats and a phone number. Some were very explicit, describing a specific scenario a man wanted to indulge in. Since Internet porn wasn't a thing back then and I didn't know how to get any gay porn magazines, this was the best I had and would often sit on the toilet and jack off while reading the racier ones. It sounds lame now, but to a closeted gay kid with little experience, it was very exciting to me.
One day one of the ads caught my eye. "Generous man wants to watch you shit, nothing more" with a phone number. I was smart enough to know what generous meant, and if all I had to do was sit on a toilet and shit, it might be some easy cash. For some reason it seemed a lot less scary than meeting a stranger and having him fuck me or sucking his cock. There were never pictures, so you didn't know what you were really getting until you met. But if all I was doing was taking a dump, what did it matter what he looked like?
I decided to call the number, just to ask some questions. I went to the corner store and used the payphone. It rang a few times and a guy asked "Hello?"
"Uh... Hi," I said. "I'm calling about the ad."
"Oh. OH!" he said, sounding very surprised. "I honestly didn't expect anyone to be into it."
"Yeah. I mean, it's just taking a dump. I do that every day anyway," I said.
He laughed. "Fair enough. Just to make sure, you're over eighteen and stuff, right?"
"Yeah I'm eighteen," I lied.
"And uh, do you take, uh, are your shits big?"
I wasn't sure what he meant. "I guess so?"
He laughed nervously. "Well I ask because when I say I want to watch, I don't want you just sitting on a toilet taking a dump. I want to watch the shit come out of you. If you have small, wet shits, it's not much fun to watch."
"Oh," I said. I didn't realize that he wanted to really watch like that. I wasn't sure how that would work, but in my mind I was on all fours with him behind me watching me crap and I could feel my dick getting hard. That surprised me. "Well, I take pretty solid shits. I'm trying to build some muscle so I drink a lot of protein powder so I make some hard, thick logs. Nothing unusual, but sometimes it clogs the toilet and I have to break up the turds with a paint stirring stick to get them to flush."
"Oh man, that sounds perfect. When can you come over?"
It was Tuesday evening, so I wouldn't really be able to go anywhere until Saturday morning. "Saturday around noon ok? And how much are you gonna pay me?"
"Oh that time is perfect. And I was thinking a hundred should cover your time. But, I'll throw in an extra two hundred if you hold in all your shit between now and when we meet."
"I'm not sure I can, but I'll try," I said. I wrote down his address and hung up and started walking back home. I felt like I was doing something crazy, weird, dirty, and even dangerous. And all of that made me rock hard. As soon as I got home I jacked off - I didn't need the newspaper.
Holding in my shit all that time was actually easy at first. It wasn't until Friday morning (I normally took a dump every morning before I left for school) that it became more difficult. I had terrible cramps and my stomach wouldn't stop gurgling. At one point, I didn't think I could do it any longer and I made my way to the school bathroom. I sat on the toilet clinching my hole as tight as I could and trying to fight wave after wave of contractions. I could feel a large mass pressing against my hole and I was worried that it would come out and split me in two right there in the boy's bathroom. Finally the contractions subsided and I felt the log retreat. This happened several times through the day, each time being a little tougher. By Friday night, I layed in the bed sweating and clinching through the urges until, exhausted, I finally fell asleep.
When Saturday arrived and I woke up, I half expected to have shit the bed. Fortunately, the sheets were clean. I wasn't feeling the strong urges anymore, either, which was a relief. I guess my body just gave up on the idea of getting rid of the shit. So I showered, dressed, walked to the bus stop, and headed to his place.
About a half hour later, I was standing at the door to his fairly nice suburban house with a semi-hard dick and stomach cramps. I rang the bell and he opened the door. For some reason I expected him to be old and ugly, but he was about thirty, looked very fit, and was very cute in the face. He smiled wide and invited me in.
We sat down on his couch and he told me his name - Erik. "Are you really eighteen? You look so young."
"Yeah. I've been told I have a baby face," I said, keeping with the lie.
He crinkled his face. "You're probably sixteen at the most."
"Okay," I said, blushing, "I'm fifteeen. But I really want to do this. I saved my shit for this and one way or another, I'm not leaving until it's out."
He thought about it for a few seconds and said "Ok. Let's get started then."
He led me to a back room that had nice hardwood floors and a large metal table in the middle of the room. The table had pads on it that were covered in vinyl and it looked pretty comfortable. On one end were a set of stirrups you'd see in a doctor's office. "Take your clothes of and climb up on the table. I'll be able to see what's happening a lot better and you'll be more comfortable," Erik said.
Without saying anything else Erik kicked off his shoes and stripped his clothes off. It seemed like he was naked before I could even take off my shoes. He had a really trim body with a nice set of abs and arms. It was clear he worked out. And his cut cock was huge. It wasn't that it was long, probably about seven inches, but it was really thick. It was probably as thick as my forearm at it's widest point. My cock, on the other hand, was a little over seven inches but kinda thin with a bulbous mushroom head.
I followed suit and silently removed my clothes. I was eager to get this shit out of me and calm my gut down. He put a step stool in front of the table and I climbed up, laid on my back, and he guided my feet into the stirrups. I'd never felt more exposed as I laid there, spread eagled, hard as a rock, my asshole fully visible to Erik. "Do you mind if I touch you just a little?" he asked.
I nodded and he walked over and stood between my spread legs. He spit into his fingers and started rubbing my asshole with them. He just rubbed around the outside of my hole and never tried to enter me. It made my cock throb and I started leaking a surprising amount of precum. My stomach gurgled suddenly and I felt pressure building around my hole. Without thinking, I relaxed my sphincter and let out a loud fart as he kept rubbing me. My face turned red in embarrassment, but he just smiled wide. He stopped, turned abruptly, and walked out of the room. In a matter of seconds, he returned with a chair in hand. He placed it close to me between my legs so that his face was about 8 inches from my asshole. "Whenever you're ready," he said.
I waited a few seconds and pushed a bit. Nothing happened. I pushed harder. Nothing happened. Finally, I pushed as hard as I could for as long as I could. My cock erupted with a stream of piss that sprayed all over my stomach and chest. I felt a large amount of gas come out of my hole and then it happened - my gut kicked in and I started feeling waves of contractions. The urge to push was more intense than I've ever felt in my life. It even gave me goosebumps on my arm.
I felt the large mass moving through my intestines until it slid into my rectum and stopped. The contractions stopped.
"Cool. I can see just a little bit of it poking out of your hole. Keep going. This is so hot."
I pushed a little to see if it would start coming out. Nothing. I pushed hard and started pissing again and I felt this immense pressure against my hole. The waves of contractions started again and they were incredibly intense. I couldn't hold back and kept pushing with it. Slowly, I felt my hole opening up. The pressure was incredible and my hole was aching. As my hole stretched open the pain kicked in. My asshole started burning and aching as I pushed. I arched my back a bit and let out a yell. "God it hurts!" I said before taking another deep breath and pushing hard with the contractions.
"Wow, Jason, this shit is huge! Your hole is so fucking wide right now. It's about the width of a coke can and that shit log still isn't coming out!"
At this point, I was feeling a wild range of feelings. First, there was intense pressure against my hole, which was also burning and aching as it tried to open up. Remember, I'm an ass virgin, so I've never had anything like this in me. But the log inside was so big it was pressing against my prostate. My dick was aching it was so hard, but I kept feeling waves of pleasure coming from my ass. The more I pushed, the more my intestines contracted, the more my hole hurt and the more pleasure I felt. I never wanted to stop pushing, but I had to take a break. With a loud groan I relaxed. The contractions subsided and I could feel my hole relaxing a bit more.
"Good, Jason, let your hole open up some more. Once this thing pokes through it'll probably shoot out of there and it'll be done. How are you doing? Are you in pain?"
"God yes. This must be what giving birth feels like. But at the same time it feels so fucking good. I really like pushing."
"That's awesome. You should see your dick. It's practically pointing straight up. And I just love how you shoot piss out of it whenever you push really hard."
"I'm gonna push some more." I took a deep breath and held it while I pushed as hard as I could. Suddenly, my hole was open enough to let the massive log start sliding out of my body. Instead of moving quickly, it very slowly eased out. The feeling of it over my prostate nearly made me explode. My hole was no longer burning and was just aching a little. I took another deep breath and pushed as the contractions really kicked in.
"I'm gonna do something. Just keep pushing, Jason."
I did what he wanted, but something was wrong. The log had stopped moving. "Something's wrong. I'm pushing and I'm feeling my gut pushing but it's not moving." I groaned as the pressure an contractions intensified.
"I know," he said. "I'm pushing my hand against it so it won't come out. Keep pushing."
"No don't do that! I want this shit out of me. I'm not going to push if you're going to hold it in."
"Ok, Jason."
I felt an intense pressure as I felt the log moving back inside. He was pushing the log back inside me! I quickly took a breath and started pushing, hoping to counter his actions, but I was too late. It was all the way back inside and my hole had instinctivly snapped shut.
"Fuck!" I yelled. But then it happened. My body started contracting again. Goosebumps covered my arms and I knew I had to finish shitting. I pushed as hard as I could. My hole, fortunately, returned to it's wide opened state pretty quickly and the log started to move again.
Slowly, the giant log slid out of my hole. I kept pushing. It felt incredible. I wasn't in pain anymore and waves of pleasure were washing over me. Finally, I stopped pushing and let my body take over. I moaned loudly as it very slowly moved out of me. My cock throbbed with pleasure and precum dribbled out of it. I swear my cock got bigger through all of this. I kept moaning as it rubbed against my prostate and I could feel my stretched out hole aching as it released the huge shit log. Suddenly, it started speeding up. I felt more urges and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't help but to push. I sucked in a deep breath and pushed as hard as I could. Without any warning, the log was free and fell to the floor with a thud. Even though it was out, I kept pushing for another couple of seconds before relaxing.
I never felt more empty than I did right then.
"Jason, your hole is so wide open I can hardly believe it. That was the biggest shit I've ever seen anyone take. How do you feel?"
"Empty," I said.
"Can I help you out? There's probably more shit up there that you need to get out."
I shook my head yes. Erik spit into his fingers and quickly shoved four of them into my stretched out hole. I moaned. Instead of feeling pleasurable, it just felt like I was full of shit again and triggered my body to start contracting. I pushed violently against his fingers as he quickly moved them in and out. Each time he shoved them deep inside me, he spread them out before pulling them back out.
"It's working. Shit's just oozing out around my hand, Jason. It's a lot softer than the log you pushed out. Keep pushing with your urges and we'll get you clean in no time."
I did as he asked and kept pushing every time I felt the contractions of my intestines. My abs were starting to ache from the workout. Finally Erik pulled his hand from my ass and the urges stopped and I stopped pushing. I just laid there. I was covered head to toe in a sheen of sweat. I could smell the stench of my shit and piss. I was tired and aching in so many places. I laid there with my eyes closed, panting.
Without warning, Erik stood up and slammed his dick deep into my ass. I screamed, not from pain, but just the surprise and suddenness of it. He started pumping his thick dick in and out of my aching hole quickly, pulling out completely and then slamming his dick as deep as it would go into me. "Uuuuunnnngh" I moaned as the urges started back up again. I pushed hard and Erik let out a moan as he kept slamming his dick into my ass. It only took about a minute of his slamming and my pushing when my dick exploded into the most intense orgasm I had ever felt. Stream after stream of hot cum shot over my stomach and chest. A couple of streams even hit me in the face. Erik groaned and slammed his cock into me one last time as I felt it throbbing inside me. I knew he was unloading his cum deep into my ass.
Once our orgasms subsided, he slid he cock out of my ass. I looked at it through my legs and it was coated in a thin layer of my shit. I had actually gotten used to the terrible smell of shit and didn't mind it anymore. He grabbed his still hard cock and stroked it a bit, milking more cum out of it. "Push my cum out, Jason," he said.
I willingly complied. I didn't feel it, but I knew it was happening when Erik said "Damn, that's a lot of cum."
He helped me down from the table, my asshole coated in shit, my torso covered in piss and cum, my legs shitty from where he gripped me while he pounded my ass. I was weak in the knees and exhausted. I glanced at the log on the floor in amazement. It was thicker than his cock was and as long as my forearm. I couldn't believe something that big came out of me. I took a shower and ended up crashing, naked, in Erik's bed. My hole was still aching and I still felt incredibly empty. I rolled over and realized I was rock hard again. My dick was actually starting to hurt because I'd been hard for so long today. It only took a couple of strokes before I shot another load of cum. I cleaned up, put my clothes on, and found Erik in the kitchen. He was still naked and still coated in my shit - he never showered. "I'd offer to fuck you again but I heard you cumming in the bedroom so maybe not," he said.
"Sorry. I need to get home anyway." I quickly dressed and headed out the door. The entire trip home I was rock hard from thinking about what we had done. I really hoped I could see Erik again.