Hi everyone! This is my first story that I've ever submitted, so hope you like it. If you have any questions or responses please feel free to email me (devinfox20@gmail.com.) Any coincidental names or locations in the story are merely...coincidences. Don't get too butthurt. Please, don't read this story if it is illegal in your country, or if you are under 18 years of age. I don't know what I'm doing with this story later, but for now just enjoy the ride. :)
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The first time I'd ever laid eyes on Lucas was my freshman year of college. We shared a speech class together and sat on opposite sides of the room. He stood about 6'5'', and could have weighed almost 300 pounds, but it didn't look bad on him at all. He had buzzed light brown hair and sweet blue eyes, and always wore basketball shorts and a tank top, regardless of the weather. He had this 'I don't give a fuck' cowboy charm to him, even if he didn't even remotely look the part. Every day before the professor began, he would always brush by me at the last minute and I would get a whiff of his natural body odor. I couldn't tell if it was from working out, or just because of his natural guy smell. I got an immediate hard-on every time I got to smell him.
Today was the day that we received partners for delivering a speech/presentation to the rest of the class. I crossed my fingers and hoped that I got him as a partner, because that meant I'd get to talk to him or at least have an excuse to be near him for more than two seconds. Luckily, fate was on my side. After class, we decided to meet up at his place just down the road to discuss topics and start working on our presentation.
I showed up at his house at the designated time and found the door to be wide open already. He was shirtless, and I could see beads of sweat on his massive chest. He pat me on the back harshly and welcomed me inside, where he'd already set up a few books for us to get started.
"So, I was thinking we could do something easy, like talking about gun control or abortions. How about you?" I didn't realize how deep his voice was.
"Yeah," I said, taken aback, "...that sounds good to me."
He started fumbling through a few literary text books for sources, and I was searching the Internet on my laptop. I noticed my eyes slowly moving away from the computer screen and staring hardly at his face and body posture. He sat hunched over his book like a giant, his mouth parted with his big, red lips puffed out.* *I could feel my dick slowly beginning to harden as I thought about him naked, what his dick looked like, how good of a kisser he was....
A gigantic, rumbling fart broke me from my daydreaming. He looked at me and laughed, and I felt the heat of his gas wafting over towards me. It smelled absolutely foul, but my dick still managed to stay erect in my pants. I'd never been into shit or piss or anything like that, but the fact that I had such a crush on Lucas made anything that he did attractive. I crossed my legs and laughed with him, trying not to let him know that I wanted him to fuck me.
As time passed, I realized that I had to use the restroom. "Where's your bathroom?"
"There's one down the hall to the left, and another upstairs." He said, looking up at me from his book.
I walked down through the hall into his bedroom. It was a complete wreck, with sheets partially covering the bed and a bunch of filthy, stinking clothes sitting in a pile on the floor. In the corner was the door to the bathroom, and I closed myself in and sat down. My semi-hard cock was still red and throbbing as I pulled my pants down a bit, and I slowly rubbed my hands up and down while thinking of him. I felt embarrassed to shit at someone else's house, but my stomach was rolling over on itself and I didn't want anything awful to happen. I relaxed and my asshole crackled open as a thick turd pushed out from my body. It landed in the toilet with a splash. I was still rubbing my dick and it got harder and harder as I finished.
After what seemed like a half-second, I heard the door swing wide open, and my fantasy shattered once again. I sat there red-faced, not even making a small move, as Lucas stood wearing only a torn pair of boxer shorts. He had apparently discarded his athletic shorts and stared at me wide-eyed. He barely could stumble out an apology and I had to cover my cock so he didn't start thinking anything.
"Oh...uh...I'm really sorry, I thought you went upstairs." He was shielding his eyes, but I noticed his nostrils flare as he took in a few deep breaths of my shit stink. And I saw that his dick started to harden. And that made me pop another boner. I couldn't help but ask myself...were we both into scat? I'd heard of it before, but it seemed like such a dark and disgusting thing to do with somebody. The smell alone usually makes me gag. But his blue eyes sparkled with lust, and so did mine. He quickly dropped his boxers to reveal a hardening, uncut cock, surrounded by a great mound of brown pubes. He could have been at least eight inches and relatively thick. His balls hung low and practically clacked against each other as he neared me. I could smell his familiar man scent and my seven inch fully hardened, and I dropped to my knees, not even caring about my shit-covered asshole being exposed. I wriggled out of my pants and began sucking his cock. From the salty taste, I could tell that he wasn't a fan of showering, as his pubes were drenched with sweat and I could smell a faint shit smell coming from his crack.
It was like something out of a porno. I happily and hypnotically sucked on his cock, and as I neared the base, Lucas moaned, partly in awe at my fellatio skills. I pulled his member out of my mouth and licked around the insides of his foreskin, which made his knees shake. After a few good minutes of sucking, he lifted me up with both arms, turning me around, and ate out my shitty asshole. His tongue slid right in, and I noticed how wonderful of a lube shit must make. He moaned in his manly, deep voice, removing his tongue and replacing it with a slippery, thick finger. I felt him probe around inside of me, and I realized that I never finished taking my dump before he came in. He noticed, and pulled his finger right out. He grabbed me by my hair and mumbled into my ear, "You like the taste of shit, faggot?" My body quivered and I nodded yes, partially in a daze. He jammed the finger in my mouth and I sucked on it. It tasted remotely bitter, but still palatable. I felt a few pieces of undigested food, but all around, it had the consistency of peanut butter, and I happily cleaned his finger off.
He flipped me around again and gave me a few wet, dirty kisses, and I could taste and smell my dirty ass on his breath, and I moaned. He then pushed me by my shoulders onto the ground, and I lay on my stomach on the cold tile bathroom floor. He crouched over me, and ordered, "Watch this shit, faggot, I'm gonna make you really love the taste of shit." He brought his sweaty ass up to my face and let out another pungent fart. This time I didn't smell what I had smelled before, now his gas smelled...almost sweet, and bitter at the same time, like my shit. He pushed my face into his ass cheeks, forcing me to inhale all of it. Then something else happened. His tight asshole parted and revealed a brownish-green turd, about an inch and a half in diameter. He let out a deep grunt as he pushed a little bit into my mouth, before tightening his sphincter to cut it off. His steaming hot piece of shit landed right on my stomach, and I felt my cock jump in pleasure. He stood up and looked at me blankly, before ordering, "You better fucking eat this shit faggot, I didn't do this for nothing." I didn't know what to do, I'd never felt like this before. I looked back up at him, unable to decide if I should go on with this whirlwind of a fantasy come true, or to get the fuck out of there.
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To be continued! Hope you liked this first part, I know I enjoyed writing it. :) Chapter 2 is coming soon!