Date: Fri, 11 Jul 2003 19:22:14 -0700
From: bawdy pen <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: BANGING ON THE WALL (scat ws)

              BANGING ON THE WALL by bawdypen
   "OH! OH! FUCK ME HARDER, GARSON...FUCK ME HARDER WITH YOUR
BIG PRICK!" The chunky, baby-faced blonde held onto the pillow
and threw his ass up, contributing to the fuck as much as he
could. "Aw, yeah man, drive those fat ten inches of meat all
the way!"
   "Gawd, man! I'm driving every available inch down into your
bottomless pit! Unh! Unh! BUT JEEZ! How do you stand it?" his
fucker gasped.
   "Stand it? FUCK MAN, I LOVE IT!" Chris squealed. "Shag my
ass off!"
   "No, man...I mean the smell! The smell, man. My cock keeps
draggin' shit outta your hole!"
   "Oh, sorry. Guess I didn't notice it way down here."
   "I can sure notice it up here!"
   "Well, don't stop fucking...REACH OVER AND BANG ON THE
WALL!"
   "What for?"
   "Just do it--real hard."
   The guy shrugged, still driving his prick into the murky
depths, and pounded his fist against the wall over the head-
board. Within moments, a handsome guy with a mustache entered
the room in boxer shorts.
   "W-who's he?" Garson asked.
   "My roommate. He can't speak, but he'll fix us up in a
jiffy. Blane, Com'ere!"
   The newcomer approached the bed, fingering his dick from
the excitement of seeing the naked guys fucking on the bed.
   "Blane, this is Garson. He's throwing me a great fuck, but
he's bothered by the mess my ass is making on his dick. You
wouldn't mind taking care of that, would you?" Blane eagerly
shook his head and approached the couple.
   "What's he gonna do, get a towel and wipe me up? Should I
pull my dick out?"
   "No. Just pull back a bit so he can see the problem."
   Garson lifted his butt up until only his knob remained
imbedded inside the asshole. Blane came around and got his face
up close to the top of the buttcrack. He got even closer.
   "OH, CRIPES! WHAT'S HE DOING?!"
   "What's it look like?" Chris giggled.
   "He's licking my cock! Using his tongue to clean me off! Is
this guy nuts, man? He's licking your shit off my dick!"
   "Relax. That's his gig, baby. Okay, Blane, now in back!"
Chris smiled back over his shoulder at the astonished, big-
dicked hunk. "Now hunch up over me and fuck. Blane's gonna
lick the underside of your dick."
   Sure enough, Garson soon felt the wet lips lapping up and
down his smelly shaft, over his stinking balls, and all around
the cock-stuffed, protruding asslips. The horrid smell was soon
dissipating.
   "I-it's working, but..."
   "Now drive your prick back in. Give me a few deep thrusts!"
   "B-but, it'll just get dirty again!"
   "That's alright. Get it good and dirty. Get as much shit on
it as you can, then lift your ass high and yank it out. Hang
your prick down the crack of my ass. Blane'll do the rest!"
   Garson plunged back into the skuzzy pit, collecting another
thick coating along his shaft. Then he raised up and pulled his
smelly dong out, letting it slide down the valley of Chris's
buttocks. Two fingers quickly grasped it at the base, and
suddenly a mouth engulfed his dirty bone! Blane had taken it
into his mouth and was wantonly cleaning the shit from it. It
was a hot, cocksucking mouth that either didn't mind the extra
flavorings, or relished it.
   Pushing his head between them and rubbing his mustache up
and down, Blane attached his mouth to Chris's gaping, filthy
anus and tongued as much shit from the hole as he could. Then
he lapped all over the outer ring...sucked the cock a bit more
...then aimed it into the asshole and pushed down on Garson's
ass to re-make the connection--deep and complete!
   "Oh, fuck man...your hole's so wet and hot. That guy's got
me all the more turned on. Can I fuck now? I don't care about
the smell...I just wanna fuck the shit out of you!"
   "Do it, baby, do it! POUND MY SKUZZY ASSHOLE! Ooooh!"
   Garson pistoned wildly into the blonde's warm pigsty, ready
to unleash a huge load. He spread his legs wider and humped
viciously down into the blonde's willing guts! He gasped again,
just as he came.
   "EEIIAA! UUH! NOW HE'S TRYING TO LICK MY ASSHOLE!" He
jammed all 10" deep into the hole--causing Chris to scream out
and splatter the sheets with hot bolts of cream--feeling
Blane's tongue enter his anus!
   Loudly, they both cried out their delight...almost, but not
quite, drowning out the sounds of Blane's avid rimming!
Exhausted, they layed back on the pillows...side by side.
   "Oh, man. That was by far the dirtiest fuck I've ever had!
And one of the best! H-he do this often?" He looked at the
shit-licking guy at the foot of the bed, running his tongue
over his mustache, a hard boner sticking out from his boxers.
   "Hold your dick up," Chris chuckled.
   Having an idea of what would happen, he readily complied.
Blane stared at the dirty dick and licked his lips. He dropped
his shorts and crawled onto the bed between Garson's legs. He
reached out and took hold of the prick, holding it up, then
buried his face in the guy's balls. He lapped 'em all over,
loving the smell, then attacked the prick with an enthusiasm
Garson had never seen. Again, all the shit was licked from his
penis...and sucked out of his pubic hairs!
   "Damn, this guy's something else!" Garson spread his legs,
letting the fellow clean him.
   "He can hear quite normally, Garson. You can speak to him
direct, you know." Blane looked up and winked.
   "Yeah? Go to it, guy!" He lifted his legs and put them over
Blane's shoulders. "Suck up every bit of that smelly shit! You
like it so much, maybe you'd like to work me up again 'n' I'll
fuck him all over!"
   After a while of this, Garson pulled his legs down and gave
up.
   "Guess I need a rest after all. That first fuck took a lot
out of me. Took a lot out of you, too!" he laughed, looking at
the blonde.
   Chris pulled his knees back. "Felt like a real gusher,
Blane. You want it?"
   Blane enthusiastically grunted, quickly sliding sideways to
get his hands on the blonde's fat, pretty bottom. As soon as
his mouth had encircled the wet, pungent anus, Chris reached
down and put his hand on the back of his head, pulling him
tighter.
   "AH!" he cried, throwing his head back onto the pillow.
"I'm gonna push down and squirt your hot juice into his mouth.
Suck, Blane! Suck! I'm gonna shit his sweet jizz into your
mouth! Uuugh!"
   Chris pushed his anal muscles...Blane sucked. Every drop of
cum that had been deposited into his rectum was now being
suctioned down the guy's throat!
   "Wow!" Garson exclaimed, watching the lewd performance.
   "He loves it, man!" the blonde explained "Fuckin' goes
crazy over cum, shit and piss! I give him all three...here and
there. Hey, Blane! There isn't any more--give it a rest! You
gotta piss or shit, Garson?"
   "Unnh," he shook his head in wonderment, "I don't know if I
should even answer that! I do have to take a hairy leak, but
I'll get up to do it, thank you. I wanna fuck again, and I sure
don't wanna do it on a wet bed! I gotta go bad, and I don't
care how much he loves it...there's no way he can drink all I
have to get rid of!"
   "No problem," the blonde assured him, turning on his side.
"Work your prick up just enough to get it in my ass. Then let
loose!"
   "P-piss in your ass?!" Garson exclaimed.
   "Ever do it?"
   "No. Sounds wild!" Then he spoke to Blane. "You sure you
can handle it all without losing it all over the sheets?"
   Blane nodded, a knowing assurance in his expression.
   "Fuck it, man. Guess we can always change the sheets!" He
also turned on his side, jacking his prick just enough to gain
entry. "Oh, man, you're never gonna be able to hold all this!"
   "As I remember," Chris smirked, "that's what you said about
your cock. Don't worry. He's been in the same condition and
pissed up my ass before. Hardly a drop on the sheets afterward.
Blane drinks piss and cum like a vacuum cleaner. Not to mention
turds! Just get firmly entrenched, and let go. Blane loves a
hot, shitty, piss enema. Eats the chunks and all."
   "Amazing! Guess it don't matter. He's already eaten more of
your, uh, shit than could possibly be left in there."
   Blane put his face beneath the connection to catch any
drippings, and Garson grabbed Chris's hips--holding him tight.
Then he concentrated, and soon began to dribble. Then, experi-
encing a sensation approaching an orgasm, he released his
bladder and poured about half a gallon of sweltering piss into
the guy's rectum!
   Chris swooned as the forceful eruption splattered against
his rectal walls and shot up into his intestines. It lasted a
long while, Garson suddenly shut the valve just prior to
finishing up because he felt his cockhead swimming in a pool of
hot wetness.
   "Oh, shit!" Garson cried. "We forgot about taking my cock
out!"
   Chris chuckled. "Baby, you might think my asshole is like
the Grand Canyon, but slip it out slowly and you'll see."
   Garson retrieved his wet cock, fearful of the possible
consequences. But just as his knob approached the entrance, a
powerful set of ass muscles clamped down on him, squishing his
prick out, and closing up tight as a drum! Blane licked the
moist, acrid cockshaft. As Garson pulled back out of the way,
Blane settled his face behind the dripping buttocks and licked
them. Then he circled his lips and put them to the hole, gluing
them tightly.
   "Scratch, baby!" Chris instructed. "One save the honey, two
to let go!"
   Garson knelt up--near the headboard to stay out of range--
and gaped, open-mouthed, as he saw Blane scratch his nail
across the chunky buttock...twice. Immediately, his cheeks
filled out and he scratched once. The flow was stopped, and he
gulped it down. He pulled away for a second and took a mighty
breath. Letting it completely out, he pushed his face in again
and quickly scratched twice. This time, 5-6 seconds passed
before he stopped it. In that time, with such force, several
pints of dirty enema may have shot down his throat! Over and
over this happened, Garson noticing how Blane's prick was
steely hard and throbbingly bouncing up and down.
   "Where's he going?" Garson asked.
   "To throw up," Chris calmly answered.
   "I thought he liked it!"
   "Oh, he does. But his system doesn't care much for it.
Besides, he tries to make room for more. Once he's received it,
he has no need for it, so he barfs it out. Amazing control,
though. He doesn't throw up until he's ready to. Turn over, let
me suck your ass!"
   "YOU, TOO?!"
   "Naw, just a regular rimmer. I didn't get a chance to lick
your hole before. I never have sex with a guy without licking
his asshole."
   "Be my guest. But answer a few questions while you slurp,
OK?"
   "Sure. (slurp!) I'll even answer a few before you ask.
(slurp!) It was his father. He was a real sonofabitch! His
mother died in childbirth, and his father never accepted that
Blane couldn't speak. He was too stupid to realize that Blane's
vocal cords had never developed. Finally, he couldn't take it
any more, and decided that he'd MAKE the boy talk. Scolding and
beatings didn't work, so he got vicious. He started with piss
...and ended up shitting turds in the boy's mouth. It didn't
work, of course, but Blane wanted love desperately from his
father and ended up loving whatever the man gave him. The
beatings and force quickly subsided when Dear Old Dad realized
Blane as a sexual object...a dirty sexual object. He still shit
and pissed in his mouth, but with a lot more tolerance. He
didn't need to use force, and the impact caused him to become
much of what he despised the boy for."
   "W-what do you mean? Uh, he's back. Hi, Blane!" he
acknowledged the guy, who'd come back in--resting on the bed
playing with his boner. "Keep talking...if it's alright,"
Garson encouraged, motioning for Blane to come closer.
   "Blane doesn't mind," Chris looked up and smiled at the
mute young man. "He knows it's important to explain his actions
with guys."
   "H-he's done it with others?"
   "Well, of course, silly! You think you're the first?"
   "Sorry, that was dumb! Go ahead." He reached over and took
hold of Blane's rampant cock. Blane smiled, and scooted closer.
Garson wrapped his lips over the fat cockhead and began to suck
him. Blane went to where the blonde was rimming, and toyed with
Garson's genitals. He also reached an arm around and helped
spread the anus so the blonde could drive his tongue in deeper.
Then he went down on Garson.
   "Anyway, Daddy decided that it was as much fun occasionally
having Blane shit into his mouth as it was dropping a turd into
his son's mouth! He drank the boy's piss, too. This went on for
many years until Blane was 18. He came home and found his
father sprawled out on the bed, naked, with three punks taking
turns shitting in his mouth and making him eat! Thinking it was
his father's betrayal, he calmly walked out. It wasn't the hot,
sexual encounter he'd thought it was. A couple of hours later
he found his dad lying on the bed, dead. His mouth was stuffed
with shit. They'd suffocated him with their turds!"
   "JEZZUS!" Garson cried.
   "Keep sucking, sport. You notice Blane didn't flinch from
his cocksucking. Best thing that ever happened. Now he's free!"
   "He's hot, too!" Garson cried, moving Blane's balls aside
so he could get his face between his cheeks. He threw Blane's
leg up and started to eat out his ass! "AH, JEEZ!" Garson
suddenly cried out. "H-his asshole's...mmmm...mmmm...!"
   "Guess I shoulda warned you. But on the other hand...maybe
not. You don't seem to mind at the moment. He keeps his own
hole dirty for his own amusement, but the way you're licking it
for him...I guess it's rather irrelevant. Remember, though,
he's used to letting his turd go. If you suck too hard, be
careful you don't scratch his ass. That means to go ahead!"
   As if tempting fate, Garson scraped his fingernails over
Blane's left buttock, and started to pull away. But Blane was
totally shit oriented. As fast as Garson moved, it was not fast
enough to avoid having his mouth stuffed with Blane's turd!
With a gasp, he quickly spat it out, watching the rest of it
emerge from Blane's anus right in front of his face!
   "Lick it or endure it, buddy! I warned you," Chris said.
   Garson burst out laughing, enduring the lingering taste in
his mouth and good-naturedly enduring the smell of Blane's
shit!
   "Oh, jeez, let me up!" he chuckled, rustling Blane's hair.
"That really surprised..." He stopped. "OK, so I let it happen.
Big deal. So I tasted his turd. Now, let's get it out of here,
okay!"
   Blane turned around, quickly scooping up his pile of shit.
He looked at the blonde, questioningly.
   "I don't think so, Blane, but I'll ask. You wanna see him
eat it, Garson?"
   "Hunh? E-eat his own turd?"
   "Yeah. He'll do it if you want to see him do it."
   "Fuck!" He turned away, taking a deep breath. He turned
back. "Yes. Yes, I do. EAT IT, BLANE! I TASTED IT, NOW YOU EAT
IT!" He said this with a furious tone in his voice, but Blane
merely smiled and looked seductively at Garson while picking up
the turd and putting it to his lips! He had an inner under-
standing of these emotions, and Garson saw it in his eyes and
immediately relaxed. He layed his head back down.
   "I didn't mind the taste, Blane. Do what I can't do. Eat it
for me!"
   Blane winked, and started gobbling up his own turd! Chris
grabbed his hips up. Without interferring with his shiteating,
he slipped his cock up Blane's ass and started to fuck him.
Having seen enough, Garson slipped under and blew the guy while
he was getting fucked!
   Two months later, Garson moved in with Chris--permanently.
Whenever they got the urge to play `shit' games, they merely
pounded on the wall!


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