Last Saturday I found out his name: Jason. Unfortunately he had covered up the top half of his body because it is now Autumn. But that name got me going again, it sounded so sexy. Strange how names seem to fit the person.
So here is my second story about Jason, the lad who works on the fruit and veg stall, toting boxes, on a Saturday. (It is, of course, fiction - only the character is real, and his first name. But who knows how much of it might be true? He must jerk off somewhere.)
His full name is Jason Jism, or at least that's what everybody calls him. When not working he is usually found beating his meat. He loves sunbathing, and can often be seen with spunk all over his lean body where he has just shot his load. If you see him on a beach or in a park, you'll see him jerking off in public whilst sunbathing. He'll let you go over and just lick all his sweet spunk off him, he doesn't mind. In fact he's glad of the clean-up. He works so hard on Saturdays, first helping his dad get the fruit and veg from New Covent Garden market, then setting up the stall, and getting stuff out of the van all day, that the rest of the week he just lays around and spunks and spunks and spunks.
Jason Jism, he even spunks in his pants when on the Tube or just walking along the street, because he's always horny. If you get up close to him, as I did on Saturday, you can smell the spunk off him. He absolutely reeks of the stuff. His clothes are covered in semen stains, and when he has his shirt off in the hot weather there is dried sperm all over his belly and chest. He doesn't give a damn who sees it either.
Late on Saturday I wandered over to the market, and he and his dad and uncle were just finishing loading up their van. 'Hop in Jason,' shouted his dad out of the window, 'We're off!'
'I'll catch up with you later,' hollered Jason. 'I'm popping over to the pub for a beer.'
The van sped off, and as Jason headed for the pub I made sure he bumped right into me.
''Sorry mate!' he said, then he recognized me. 'Oh, it's you. The dirty faggot who paid me for my load.'
'Ooh Jason, you smell so spunky today,' I said, leaning close to a big semen stain on his t-shirt and sniffing it.
'As a matter of fact I'm cummin' in my pants right now, look,' he said, with a lustful expression on his face. I looked down to where he was rubbing his crotch, and I saw a wet spunk stain start to appear. He continued to rub it till it was all slimy and shiny, then held a spunky finger up to my lips. 'Here taste it,' he said.
I licked his finger, it was delicious.
'If you want more, come over to the pub. You can buy me a drink,; he said.
We went over the road to the pub, and I bought two pints of lager. All the while he was drinking he was rubbing his crotch under the tabe. I saw a look of ecstasy come across his face again. 'Yes, I've done it again, into my hand this time. Here, lick it clean,' he said, holding his open palm covered in his thick spunk up to my face. The smell of his cum was overwhelming, and before anyone in the pub noticed I held his hand right over my mouth and licked it clean. Absolutely, disgustingly delicious, and to be doing this in a pub full of people gave me a real perverted kick!
We finished our beers, and I got up to get another, but he said: 'My round, I'll get you a drink.' He then took my empty pint beer glass, and it disappeared under the table. I saw him fidding with his flies again, and then heard the sound of him relieving himself into my beer glass. 'Ah, that feels better,' he said as he finished, and placed the beer glass full of his steaming hot piss on the table in front of me. I grabbed it eagerly, and started sipping the delicious liquid, in front of all those people who thought it was beer. They didn't notice the steam, but might have wondered why it was so frothy.
Jason went to get himself a beer, which I knew would end up in my mouth after it had been thru his body. We were here for the evening. And so it went on, hour after hour, with Jason spunking and pissing under the table, and me drinking it all. He used various methods, sometimes he'd shoot into a condom, and hand it to me under the table. We'd ordered two pub meals, and by the time they were served I had four condoms full of his cum in my pocket which he'd ordered me to save to put on my dinner.
The pub had little sachets of sauces to spread over your meals, so nobody noticed I was squeezing Jason's spunk from 4 condoms on to my steak, which was soon covered in thick white cum sauce. It tasted delicious, and Jason made sure I had another glass of his piss to wash it down with. The dirtiest, kinkiest meal I have ever eaten in public.
Finally we left the pub, and Jason came back with me to my flat just up the road. As soon as we entered he stripped off his t-shirt, and ordered me to give him a tongue-bath. He had spunked over his belly again, so I licked the cum out of his navel and off his belly, then worked my way up. He made me pay special attendion to his armpits, sweaty from working on the stall all day.
'How do you like the taste of Jason?' he asked. 'You know me imtimately now don't you? The flavor of my body, and all the secretions which come out of it. Keep licking, I've got a special treat lined up for you tonight.'
I wondered what this could possibly be, and Jason said he was going to cook me a special supper. He asked where my flour, eggs and milk were kept, and if I had any sausages. He locked himself in my kitchen, and half an hour later we were sitting down to the sausage-toad-in-the-hole (sausage in batter or Yorkshire pudding) he had rustled up. He sat one end of the table eating his supper, and looking at me as I started cutting into mine. My sausage looked unusually big compared to Jason's, I didn't remember seeing a huge one like that in the pack. I lifted the fork to my mouth, and noticed a strangely familiar smell. I still didn't cotton on what it was, till I had the batter and sausage in my mouth and started chewing it. Unusual flavor, it didn't taste like pork.
'How d'ya like your turd-in-the hole?,' said Jason laughing his head off. 'I did an extra big one just for you 'cos I thought you still looked hungry. I put some spunk sauce on it too.'
I was horrified. I wasn't into scat, and had never done such a thing before, but Jason insisted I eat up al of my turd-in-the-hole after he'd gone to so much trouble to prepare it for me. Then, he said, I could wash it down with another glass of his piss, which I was grateful for.
Still laughing, he got up from the table and grabbed my crotch, pulling me to my feet.
'How did you enjoy the taste of my baked shit?' he asked, as he unzipped my fly and started jerking me off. He was still shirtless, so I licked his sexy chest and arms as he wanked me off, which took all of 2 minutes flat. I shot all over the dining table.
'That'll be 100 pounds for my services, and all the drinks and food I've given you,' said Jason. Luckily I had just drawn money from the cash point, so handed him the money with a 10 pound tip.
'That's right, tip the cook and waiter,' he laughed as he made for the door. 'See you around, shit-eater!' he said as he left. I hoped the neighbors hadn't heard this remark as he walked across the communal landing and headed for the stairs down to the street.
I went in and closed my front door. I had actually enjoyed my 'turd-in-the-hole'. Being baked, it didn't seem so messy and disgusting. But I couldn't deny I had feasted tonight on Jason's sweat, spunk, piss and shit. Were there any more humiliating experiences he could put me thru?
I went into my bedroom, and as I turned the light on I saw a plate with a sandwich on it by my bed, and another glass of piss. A note from Jason read: 'Thought you might still be peckish so I fixed you a sandwich. Enjoy! Jason'
This sandwich was filled with two uncooked turds of Jason's. It looked so messy, I was going to throw it down the toilet, but I couldn't. Some depraved urge inside me made me gingerly put my tongue out and taste the turd. That was it. Before I could stop myself I was eating Jason's shit sandwich ravenously. I didn't like the taste, but this was something my master Jason had given me from his own beautiful body, so how could I refuse? I was his mere slave. I washed it down with the glass of his piss, had another wank, and slept soundly dreaming of Jason Jism and all the filth he had laid on for me tonight. Dirty dirty boy; I love it!