This story is pornographic. It's intended to be something that some people might use to stroke their cocks and get off reading. It has no social redeeming value. The supreme court would say it should be banned. If you're under 18, you know what to do. If you're near Boston, where I live, give me a shout. I can take either role. (Gay, scat, W/S, toys)
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One Wednesday Afternoon (A true, or soon to be true, story)
Let me explain that I'm a guy who's into shitsex. And I've been into it for a few years now. There's nothing finer in my mind than to spend a hot afternoon with another guy, swapping piss and shit. Wrapping my lips around a shit covered cock and slowly cleaning it with my mouth is heaven. Passing a log back and forth between us with our tongues and lips, letting the shitdrool run down our chins and onto our chests for a good hand rub sends me into orbit. And, of course, there's nothing like being on your knees at the edge of the bed with the other guy laying on the edge, legs at his tits, and sucking the shit and cum from a hole that's just been freshly fucked. Unless I'm the guy laying on the bed, legs at my tits, with a hot tongue cleaning me up after. You get the picture. Mutual is the way to go. But if a guy wants me to only feed him, I can handle that. This story is about my urges in the other direction.
Sometimes, about once every six weeks or so, I have this urge to be a total pig bottom. Just want to turn into a living toilet for another guy and get off on it. No reciprocation. No mutual action. Just be a shiteater and worship another guy's hole until he gives me his gifts. Now, I'm lucky. I know a guy who loves to be a shit top. Nothing mutual about it. Let me tell you about him.
His looks are unimportant. He's my age, about. Taller than me. I think he's hot. But the best part about him physically is his hole. It's nicely hairy, so when it gets dirty, there's lots to lick. He has wonderful control over it. He can tighten it tighter than a drum, or relax it so that I can tongue fuck it with little effort. And when shit's coming out, it opens up really nicely, helping form turds that are just the right thickness to push into my mouth.
Oh yah, his turds. Amazing. I honestly don't know how he does it, but he can go almost three days without taking a dump. I know what you're thinking. I don't know how he does it either. It's a part of his control. And he does have control. Over his shitting. Over the pace of his shitting. And when we're togther, he has control over me.
And his shit. Very consistent. He controls his diet for the few days before we get together so that his shit is the consistency of peanut butter squeezed thru a tube, his hole. His shit is also somewhat sweet in taste. Not overly bitter. He's let me know that if I want really strong shit to eat all I have to do is to let him know in advance and he can arrange it. But I'll take that peanut buttery consistency and sweet taste every time. I know it tastes like shit, but shit I like to taste.
I have to tell you one other thing about how we do things. And that's why this story exists. Whenever we're going to get together, we e-mail each other and find a time that works for both of us. It's almost always a Wednesday afternoon. Then I e-mail him a bit of a script about what I want to have happen and in what sequence. I know what he likes to do and how he likes to get off-my mouth on his ass under a rimseat. And since I like to get off that way too, we almost always end up shooting our loads about the same time that way. But it's how we get to that finale that varies. This is going to be the plan for the next time we get together. And that time will be soon, very soon. So, this story is going to happen, for real, or will have already happened.
I'll call and reserve the motel room. A bit of a dive, but the sleazy atmosphere adds to the fun. I get there early, rent the room, and leave the room number on the dashboard of my car. That way, when he arrives, he checks the number and heads to the room. He's carrying his suitcase, full of half of what we need for our fun. I've carried a gym bag in with the rest of it. We're both pretty prompt. I wonder if that's why we're both into shit. Anal-retentive and all.
The knock on the door lets me know it's all going to begin. I'm excited. I'm looking forward to it. I've been looking forward to it. I'm ready. Quick greeting at the door and we both start the preparation. We've done this before so we each do our part in getting the room ready. We want to come back to this motel because it's convenient for both of us, so we don't want to leave a mess.
He opens his suitcase and gets out the plastic sheet and hands it to me. While I'm getting the sheeting down and putting my old bedsheets on top of the plastic, he's setting up the rimseat. He's made a collapsible one so that it will fit in the suitcase. He takes the paper towels out of the suitcase and sets them on the floor, while I wrap a small towel around the pillow we set under the rimseat. Next comes the mirror and light. We set it in a place so that while I'm under the seat he can watch what's going on using the mirror.
I grab the dildo, lube, and my poppers out of my bag and set it nearby. We also set up the stuff we need for cleaning up after, a big plastic bag for any shitty trash and another one for the sheets if they get filthy. He sets the Dawn in the shower for scrubbing up. I wonder if Procter & Gamble know that Dawn is one product that can get shitstink off skin almost faster than anything else.
We do one check to make sure we're ready. Oh yah. Grab the wastebasket out of the bathroom and set it by the rimseat, just in case. I've never had to use it-----yet. But we want to have it nearby. We're ready. I strip off quickly. The only thing I'm wearing is my chrome cock ring. He gets takes off his shoes and socks tossing me his socks to sniff on while I watch him get almost undressed. They've got that "I've been wearing these socks for three days" stench about them. My cock starts to twitch. He's down to his jockeys.
He always does this to me. He doesn't change them for days before we get together. I can smell his crotch from about three feet away. I drop to my knees in front of him, just sniffing the scent. Oh yes! That smell of stale piss mixed with just a hint of fresh piss. I lick at the piss stains in front while I inhale deeply his scent. It's really strong today. Manstink. The aroma of sweat and piss and that hint of shit that lets me know I'm in for a great time today.
I reach up and pull the jockeys down. Now I can get my nose deep into his crotch. Tongue out, tasting. Inhaling deep. I don't need poppers right now. This scent is better than that any day. I tongue that space where his dick meets his nuts, licking. Tasting. I don't know where the scent comes from, but the scent and taste of mandick is almost too good.
I start to lick under his balls. Stronger taste here. The sweat is newer, gamier. I'm moving from piss taste to sweat taste to my target. I suck his nuts until they just taste like skin. He's hairy, so the scent and taste takes a while to get off and into my mouth, but I do. Both of our cocks are about three quarters hard right now. And rising. We're ready to press on.
He steps out of his jockeys and hands them to me. I look inside. It's beyond skidmarks. There's a fresh thin layer of shit where he cranked his jockeys into his ass the last time he shit. I look at him. He smiles and says, "I hope you don't mind if I pushed just a bit of shit out before I left to meet you. I know how hungry you get, but this little bit won't be missed. And besides, you're going to get to taste and eat it anyway."
I open my mouth wide. He folds the jockeys so that the shit is in front and pushes that end into my mouth. "Let me know when you're done cleaning them," he says. He grabs a cigarette, sits on the bed, and watches me.
I start sucking, getting my first taste of his shit directly. Oh god, it's good. I start to put my hand on my dick to stoke it while I'm sucking, but then stop. I'm not in any hurry. I feel my spit start to mix with the shit in those jockeys. At first, all I can taste is shit. But as I work more and more spit into the cloth, all of the flavors start to get released. I start to taste stale piss along with the shit. I run my tongue up and down the cloth, getting more and more of the taste. Mmmmmmm. Excellent. Before too long, the flavor starts to turn into more spit than shit. I pull them out of my mouth. Pretty good. He finishes his cigarette, puts it out and smiles at me.
He lays back on the edge of the bed and brings his legs up. I'm down in front. My face looking at his hole. It's a mess. He didn't crank those shorts up into his ass very much. I look at a ring of medium-dark brown shit around his hole. It's stuck in the hair and has spread out from the center of the hole about an inch on each side. It's a shitsucker's dream come true. The kind of hole that people who love to rim dirty hole dream about.
"Eat my ass, pig. Clean me up."
I take a fast snort of poppers. My mouth is drooling. I take one broad swipe with my tongue over the whole area, getting a small mouthful of shit to eat. I've gotten all the big shit from his filthy hole in one swipe. I rise up and we lock eyes. He watches me open mouth chew it and swallow it down.
"Don't stop there. I want my hole clean just like I showered. Do it."
I work from the left side first. Working spit around his hole, saving the center for last. Using my spit to loosen up the shit and suck it into my pigmouth. I'm heading down the road to pigland. Just taking the first few steps towards there, and it's a place I want to go. Using my lips and my tongue and my whole mouth to clean the area around his hole. My dick starts to ache, it's getting so hard.
Everything's cleaned but the center. I saved it for last on purpose. There's a small clump of turd right in that center and I want it. I wrap my lips around his hole and suck just a little. He fights me, clamping down hard. That little ball of shit comes off into my mouth.
I rise up and take a few good snorts of poppers. I'm going to savor this one. I tilt my head back and roll it around in my mouth. Pressing it with my tongue so that every part of the roof of my mouth gets coated. There's not a lot of it, but that's OK. I know I'll be getting more soon. I swallow.
I look back at his hole. It's clean. Now I can really rim him. He loves to be rimmed, feeling a hot pig's tongue sliding up and down his hole. I'm one of those people who can roll their tongue so that it forms a point. I jam it in and out of his hole. Licking the inside of his asslips. I rest my hands on his cheeks and pull just a bit, so I can get better leverage into his hole. I'm drilling it. I work the spit into it so that his asslips are glistening. His hole starts to relax and open after a few minutes. He's into it, slowly fisting his cock and fondling his nuts.
"Wrap your lips around it. Give me a little suction."
I do it. I feel his hole open a little. The first bunch of shit slides out of his ass and into my mouth. I swallow it directly, feeling the shit coat the inside of my throat. He pushes and feeds me more. Let the pigdom begin. He sits up and looks down at me.
"Chew it you slut. Don't swallow."
I start to chew, this time the flavor and the texture of shit filling my mouth completely.
"Pack your gums. I want to see you suck that shit through your teeth. I want to see a total shit mouth."
I do it. Moving that shit from in front of my teeth to the back of my teeth. Open mouth chewing, so he can see how brown my mouth is.
"No swallowing. I want shit drool leaking down your chin. God, you a total fucking shit pig toilet."
I'm a pig. I know it. I'm proving it by the fact that I have a piece of his shit in my mouth and I'm chewing it right in front of him. He's watching me turn myself into a total shit toilet pig. And it's just where I want to be.
"Spit it out into your hand."
I do it.
"Swallow what's left of it."
I do it.
"Wrap your hand around my cock."
His cock is like a steel rod. I take the almost liquid shit that's in my hand and enclose his dick in it. I transfer most of the shit from my hand to his dick. It was skin color. Now it's totally brown, and dripping. I suck my fingers almost clean.
"Suck my dick."
I open my mouth wide and he slides it in. Oh fuck. Shitcock. My favorite. I got introduced to shitsex when a guy finished fucking me and then shoved his dirty dick in my mouth when he pulled out. I went nuts and shot my load on the spot. That's why it's one of my favorites. Nothing in the world like sucking the shit off a cock.
I work the head of his prick first. Cleaning it. Getting my tongue down inside the slit, leaving nothing behind. Then the shaft. I lick it up and down. Getting the big shit off first. Then I wrap my lips around it and deep throat it to get it all.
I'm on my knees. He's watching. Smiling. Enjoying it. When he sees that I'm about done cleaning the crud from his cock, he rests his hand on the back of my head, holding me in place. "I have a present for you."
I feel him start to piss. His urine starts to fill my mouth. I swallow. There's more piss. I swallow it too. He's clearing my mouth of shit taste. The flow stops. I swirl the piss around in my mouth and swallow. My mouth tastes almost fresh. We're ready.
He points to my dildo. I walk over, and slather a bit of lube on it then set it on the low table by the bed. I back my ass up so that it is lined up. I sniff some poppers. "Hard and fast, pig. Like you always do it."
I sit down. Hard. Fast. It hurts! So fucking good. Oh yes. I feel the turds in my ass get quickly pushed out of the way by this toy. 7-1/2" x 1-3/4". Not my favorite one, which is bigger, but the one I can just have a seat on. Just like sitting down on a chair. Except that there's this cock that's going up inside my chute. It's in.
I walk over with it sticking out of my ass and lay down on the sheet on the floor. He sets the rimseat over my head and looks down at me.
"That's my favorite picture. A pig face looking up at me through a toilet seat. You know you are a toilet, don't you?" I nod yes.
"And you know that I'm going to empty my load into your mouth. I'm going to fill it with shit. And you're going to eat my shit. And you're going to prove to me you are a total lowlife scum sucking, shit eating lowlife toilet." I nod again.
I look up and watch him very slowly sit down on the rimseat. His hole getting closer and closer to my mouth. He's sitting.
If you've never been under a rimseat before, I want to tell you one thing about toilet seats. They're made so that when someone sits on one, because of the way they're made it naturally opens the asshole to make it easier to take a shit. And that's what I was looking up at. A slightly opened hole, about two inches away from my mouth.
I lift my head and take a quick lick. The hole's dry again, so I lick quickly to wet his hole. I want that shit to just slide out of his ass. I dig my tongue in. I taste turd. I drop my head back onto the floor. I watch.
I see his asslips start to flare open. He's pushing down a little. They open some more and I can begin to see the end of a turd inside the center. It really is like watching a flower open up. Except this flower has manshit in the center. Medium-dark brown. Creamy. His gift to me. I watch and wait.
He pushes a little more. The end of the log starts to show out of his asslips. It's gorgeous. It's beautiful. I'm ready to worship it. I rise up just a little and take a lick. Fuck. The taste of turd again. That shit taste starts to fill my mouth again. I return to pigland. Where I belong.
Now the log's about an inch and a half out of his hole. I rise up and suck it like it's a brown cock for just a second or too. Getting more taste in my pig mouth. He quickly pinches it off and it drops right into my mouth.
"Chew it you fuck. And turn your head so I can watch you."
His voice is more intense now, more urgent. More demanding. He's the man sitting on a rimseat with his hole poised over his toilet pig. He wants to see me eat his shit. He wants to, once again, prove to me that I'm a shitpig and nothing more. In the mirror I can see that his cock is as hard as mine is. We could both drive nails with them.
I eat. Fast. Madly. Chewing it quickly because I know there's a whole lot more for me to eat. I wonder if I can empty his ass. I've never done that before. I've almost done it, but I've never totally emptied him out. I smile as I eat. I've given myself a new goal. One step further into pigdom. I'm going to totally drain his ass of turd. Or puke in the process.
I swallow. I want more. I need more. I've got to have more. It's the center of my universe right now. Eating his shit. That's all I'm good for. It's all I want to do. Lie under a rimseat and eat turd. I wonder I can get a job eating shit. I wonder what the pay is. More poppers.
I grab the small pillow and put it under my head. Now my mouth is directly on his ass. No gap. Nowhere to move. I start to work my mouth on his hole. Licking. Sucking. Tonguing. I feel bits of turd move into my mouth. I swallow quickly. Wanting more.
We're both sweating now. On that sexual edge. On that sexual edge that only shit sex brings. I feel like my entire body is burning up. I can feel every bit of my skin and it's on fire. I'm ready to go over the edge.
I nudge his leg with my arm. That's the signal. Time to really go over the top. He bends down and wraps his hands around the base of my dildo. I spread my legs wide for easier action. He starts ramming the dildo in and out of my ass. He knows I like it tough. I want my hole to ache. And he's happy to oblige.
When he leaned forward to work my ass, his hole opened up just a bit more. I wrap my lips around his hole, getting as tight of a seal on his opening as I can. I start to suck. Hard. He goes nuts when I suck shit. He says it's the most amazing sensation he's ever felt. And he says I'm good at it.
"Fuck you are a pig. Do it you hole. Suck my shit!"
I'm sucking shit. He's dildoing my ass with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. The tension is in the air. We're close.
I apply extra suction and feel sloppy shit go into my ass. Yah! I'm getting it. The end of the turd tunnel is now going into my pigmouth. I'm sucking as hard as I can and I can tell he's about ready to cum. I slap his leg and he yanks the dildo from my ass. I wrap my hand around it, getting my hand covered in shit.
I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke hard. I'm chewing and stroking and he's feeding and stroking and we're about ready to enter heaven. I can tell it. His hole clenches up and he shoots down my body. I clench up and shoot up into the air. Amazing blasts of cum with amazing blasts of energy.
I start to relax and I feel his cock resting against my lips. I open up and start to suck the cum off his cock. He feeds me a blast of piss. I'm exhausted. I'm drained. I'm one happy pig. He's exhausted, drained too.
"Whew," we both say simultaneously. "That was hot."
He gets up and grabs a cig. I get up and look at myself in the mirror. My face is a mess. But I'm a happy man. I proved to myself once again that I'm a pig. Oh yes. I did empty his ass. He sat on the pot in the bathroom and he was empty. I watched.
"You know, I know exactly how much shit I have in my ass based on the length of time I haven't shit. You ate about 15" of shit you total shitpig." But he was saying it like he's proud of me. And maybe he was. I know I was proud of myself.
Quick showers for both of us. Clean up the room. Pack the bags. Drop the key. Walk out to our cars together.
"See you in about six weeks or so. Drive safe, there's crazy people out there."
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