Date: Sat, 17 Sep 2005 21:00:40 -0700
From: bawdy pen <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: BOX OF CHOCOLATE (scat)
BOX OF CHOCOLATE by bawdypen
Mrs. Monahan signed the receipt, and thanked the UPS driver.
"Frankie! A package for you!"
"Already?" he called from the top of the stairs. "Go ahead
and open it, Ma. It's for you. Something you wanted for your
birthday."
She smiled. "Oh, Frankie, you shouldn't have!" She got an
opener from the nearby desk and started to slice the wrapping.
She was rather surprised at how well it was sealed. She had to
cut through three separate boxes. Finally opening the last one,
and lifting the flap, she gasped in horror and disgust.
"FRANKIE, YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE! WHAT KIND OF CRUEL JOKE IS
THIS?!!" She was almost in tears.
Hearing the pain in her voice, Frank bounded down the
stairs in confusion. Seeing the almost angry expression on his
mother's face, he slowly approached the open box on the desk.
The smell hit him first, and when he spread apart the inner
plastic wrapping his eyes bugged out to see a huge, dark,
still-moist turd sitting at the bottom!
"T-this isn't what I sent for! It's supposed to be a box of chocolate."
He noticed a small card stuck in the side, and picked it up to read. He
didn't close the plastic, because the overpowering shit-smell didn't
consciously bother him. Actually, he unconsciously breathed in the aroma
and was oblivious to the fact that his dick was
tingling! He read the strange card and suddenly burst out in gales of
laughter! His mother stared at her lunatic son.
"It's OK, Mom," he giggled, "it's from Mitch!"
"Mitch?! What's your crazy lover up to now? I've never
known him to be this sick!"
"Guess he misses me! Oh, don't look so upset. It's just a
joke. You and I've always talked openly. Much more than any
mother and son I've ever known. Remember when I explained to
you what 'rimming' meant?"
"Yes. Your father used to enjoy that. I just never heard
the term before. Does that have something to do with it?"
"Yeah. The night before I left, Mitch and I got into a real
horny rim session," he chuckled, "and I got so turned on while
I was licking his luscious butthole that at one point I
screamed out that I wouldn't mind eating a turd right outta his
sweet hole! I was kidding, of course, and he knew that. But he
couldn't resist making a joke out of it. Listen, here's what he
says: `In case you get real hungry for me, here's something to
remind you to keep your nose out of other guys' business, and
keep your nose in MY business! Breathe deep, lover, and you'll
never stray. I made it especially for you!'"
"Good God! Frankie, are you sure he's just kidding? Have
you boys been delving into some bizarre behavior?"
"No, Ma! Relax. Just some regular butt-tonguing. Like I
told you. Gay guys like tonguing buttholes more than straight
guys."
"Hmmm. Not more than your father, I'm sure. Man went crazy!
Anyway, he always said a little taste of poop kept things in
perspective. If you can lick somebody's poop, he said, you MUST
love them! I suppose that's true with you guys, hunh? You sure
it hasn't gone beyond that?"
"You mean, am I gonna take the box up to my room and munch
on it later? No, Ma. I'm not gonna eat his turd, OK? I...might
smell it a little while I jack off tonight," he laughed. "No
harm in that!"
"No, smartass. And don't try to fool me. I can see that
gleam in your eyes. You might think you're only gonna sniff it,
but I'll bet you twenty bucks before the night's over your
tongue touches it! See if it isn't true. I'm not saying you'd
normally go to such extremes, but I do know how much you miss
and love him. And if that's the only thing you have of him at
the moment, you'll go overboard, alright!"
Frank gasped. "Y-you think so? W-would that be really awful?"
"No, dear. I guess not. What the hell. I think you really
meant what you said to him. I know how much you love him, and
it honestly wouldn't surprise me in the least if you actually
did it. He's probably the only human being in the universe
you'd commit such an act with, but putting his turd in your
mouth would be an act of love to you. Wouldn't it?"
"Well, gee, I thought my outburst at the time was because I
was just so horny. Till I got the 'turd-in-a-box' today. I'm
treatin' it like a joke, you know? But truth is...it didn't
disgust me at all once I knew it came out of Mitch's asshole.
All of a sudden, it started looking kinda pretty, and the darn
smell started gettin' my dick hard! I guess everthing is
relative, isn't it? Damn! That's a real freak, Ma! I really
would let Mitch shit in my mouth if he wanted to. I really
would! Hell, I might even ask him to! Dammit, I think I will! I
always tell you the truth, Ma. And I know you're gonna ask me
some time about this, so if I ever do let Mitch shit in my
mouth...do you wanna know the truth, or should I lie?"
"Wouldn't do you any good now, Frankie. Just standing there
saying things like that doesn't leave any doubt. You'd might as
well go ahead and do it. You want to, and I'd never believe you
if you said you didn't! From what you say, you eat his ass all
the time anyway. Might as well go whole hog and get it out of
your system! You'll either gag on it or discover a new
fascination. Long as you boys keep yourselves healthy, I guess
it doesn't matter."
"Thanks Mom. Uh, well, I guess I'll just take this up to my
room."
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