Date: Mon, 15 Aug 2005 13:38:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Michael Davis <nastybottom_in_vegas@yahoo.com>
Subject: Carpenter's Toilet - Part 6

This story depicts acts of a homosexual nature and includes frank
descriptions of watersports, raunch and scat.  If you are underage or
offended by this type of behavior, please do not read any further. If you
like the story, please send me an email: nastybottom_in_vegas@yahoo.com

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Monday afternoon arrived and I set the fake restroom back in place,
preparing for the carpenter to come by after he got off work. I did my
usual routine of stripping, and heading to the fridge to get my bottle of
poppers then into the foyer. I laid down and slid into my rightful
place... the bottom of the toilet in the restroom the carpenter had built
for his use.

I laid there, feeling relaxed but a little excited that I'd have the
carpenter use me for the first time this week. I took a small hit of
poppers and just laid there, sort of exploring my cock, nuts and asshole
with my fingers as light spilled in from the space between the toilet seat
and lid. I took a deep hit of poppers and allowed the feeling to wash over
me as I heard the carpenter's belt and zipper being undone. The
now-familiar rustle of his work jeans being pushed down told me the next
thing I'd see was his rugged masculine face looking down at me in the
bowl. I wasn't disappointed.

He lifted the lid and looked at me a sec, as if checking to make sure the
last guy flushed before leaving. Satisfied, he turned and dropped his hot
ass onto my face. As soon as his delicious ass was within reach, I started
licking and sucking it for all I was worth. As usual, I think he had used a
porta john without any paper in it. I was licking the lefotvers from his
last dump from around his shitter. After I had completely cleaned it, I
focused my attention on his browneye. He released a little fart into my
mouth and I sniffed it. Just as he started to push out his ass, letting me
know a turd was on its way, the doorbell rang.

"Fuck, who could that be?" I thought.

He stood up, pulled up his pants and closed the lid. Then opened the door.

"Good afternoon sir," I heard a deep masculine voice say, "We are
investigating a report of some unusual activity at this house."

"Uh huh. What kind of activity?" the carpenter asked.

"Well sir, the neighbor who called said that there are visitors to this
house all times of the day and that they almost always visit for only a few
minutes at a time, rarely more than 15 minutes."

"Holy fuck!" I thought, "they think I'm a drug dealer."

"Okay officer, what can I do to help?" the carpenter asked.

"Do you have an explanation for all the unusual traffic?" asked the cop.

"Just have a lot of buds who come over to visit. Some just come by to use
the toilet." The carpenter replied. "Got a real nice shitter here."

"Jesus Christ! He's not gonna tell the cop what's going on here, is he?" I
thought.

"You mind if I have a look around?" asked the cop.

"Well, you can come in officer, but you may be surprised by what you see,"
the carpenter replied and I watched as more light spilled into the room.

"What the...?" I heard the cop say as the door opened. "What the hell is
this?"

"Just you average, run of the mill public shitter officer," said the
carpenter, " I was just about to take a dump when you rang the bell."

Then a shadow passed around the space between the seat and lid as the
officer used his nightstick to lift the lid, revealing what I am sure was a
terrified look on my face.

"Holy shit! What the fuck is going on here?" the cop asked, stepping back.

"Like I said, officer, I was just about to take a dump," the carpenter
said, looking at the cop, then at me.

"You were gonna shit... in... on.... there?" he asked, pointing at me with
his baton.

"Yes sir," the carpenter assured him, "he'll eat yours too if you want."

"That's fuckin' gross! You mean that faggot eats your shit?" The cop
said. "That is some nasty fuckin' shit."

"Yes sir, he's a real nasty pig. Just lives to munch on the ass of a real
man," the carpenter said, gesturing to the gloryhole, "he'll do a lot more
too if you want."

What the hell are you gettin' at?" The cop demanded, sounding pissed
off. "I ain't no fag."

"Neither am I," the carpenter replied. " this little fag needs shit to
survive, who am I to keep mine from him? Besides, my wife won't go near my
shithole, and this little queer eats ass real good. The shit is just my way
of sayin' thanks."

"You got a nasty way of thanking someone," the cop said, "but how can I be
sure you ain't just saying all this to keep me from finding out that you're
dealing?"

"I could prove why I am here," the carpenter answered looking down at me.

The cop looked down at me and asked, "You doin' this cause you want to,
boy?

"Yes sir," I replied.

"Hmmm," he said, "well, go ahead boys, let's see this sick shit in action."

The carpenter dropped his pants and turned his ass to me. He glanced back
over his shoulder and looked at me with an incredible look of lust in his
eyes. The fucker was gettin off on this! As his ass started to descend, I
grabbed my poppers bottle and took a deep hit. I was gonna need it. Finally
his cheeks reached the seat and his asshole pushed out a blast of hot,
nasty gas. I almost gagged. He must have eaten from the "roach coach"
today.

"Whew, holy shit that stinks!" I heard the cop say.

"He loves it. Listen to him sniff it up," the carpenter replied.

Sure enough, I was sniffing as if it was the last breath of air I would
ever get. The I felt the carpenter shift his position on my face a
little. The cop's baton was being used to lift the carpenter's nutsack so
he could see my face. I didn't want to disappoint him so I really put on a
good show. I was doing long, licking srtrokes up the carpenter's
asscrack. And he was squirming a little more than usual. I guess we both
were enjoying the audience.

"You ready for my shitload, fag?" the carpenter asked with a hint of menace
in his voice... I liked it.

"Mmmm hmmm," I moaned into his asshole.

"Here it comes fucker!" he exclaimed.

As promised, his rosebut began to open up and his gift to me slowly began
to emerge. It was a thick one and it stunk more than usual. I saw the cop
drop to one knee and still using his baton, pushed up a little, lifting the
carpenter so he could see the turd dropping into my waiting mouth.

"Fuck, that's gross!" he said almost a little too excitedly. "Look at me
while you take his turd, boy."

I looked up and locked eyes with the cop. I stared lustfully at him as I
wrapped my lips around the descending turd as if it was a cock. The
carpenter pinched it off and stood up a little so he could watch me chew
and swallow it. I did, never breaking my gaze from the cop's eyes.

"The shitter needs a flush, officer." The carpenter said, aiming his cock
at my face.

"Hold on there buddy." the cop said, I need to take me a wicked piss too.

With that, the cop zipped down the fly of his uniform pants and hauled out
a mean looking piece of uncut cock. He skinned back the foreskin and
blasted me right in the face. The carpenter joined in with his stream and
hit me right in the mouth. I started swallowing fast, but started to lose
the battle when the cop's piss stream joined the carpenter's. I swallowed
as best I could and finally their streams tapered off. The cop shook his
cock a few times, splattering me with the last few drops of his bladder
gold. Then he started to stroke his cock and it started to swell.

"You wanna fuck him, or have him suck you off?" I heard the carpenter
ask. "His cunt is nice and tight, especially would be on a piece like
yours."

"Well, it does look like I am in no condition to get this thing back in my
uniform." Let's see how this hole works. Put your cunt up here boy."

I slid out of the toilet and walked around to the hole, spread my cheeks
and lined up my ass with the gloryhole.

"Spit on it." I heard the cop tell the carpenter.

Then I felt a mouthful of spit being blown onto my shithole. A couple of
seconds passed and then I felt it. In one jab, at least 8 inches of the
cop's baton was ruthlessly shoved in my ass. I fought to keep from yelling
out, but did feel a few tears run down my face.

"Keep it in there and turn around," the cop demanded.

I moved forward, allowing the rest of the nightstick to follow me through
the hole. As it cleared the hole, I felt him smack it so it lunged another
inch or two into my already full ass. I turned around and placed my mouth
at the gloryhole, opened it and waited for his cock. I smelled it before I
tasted it. His thick uncut punisher smelled as if it hadn't been washed in
days. As he guided it toward my mouth, he slid back the foreskin to reveal
a treasure trove of nasty treats. I have never been one for dick cheese,
but the situation made me do things I never would have. Before my mouth
even closed around the head, I was salivating like one of Pavlov's pooches.
He guided his cock in and slid the dirty underside of it across my tongue.
There is something about those polyester police uniform pants that just
cooks up a stinky crotch.

"Yeah boy, clean that cock up good and I'll fuck you with it," the cop
directed. "You want that boy?"

"Mmmm hmmmm." I managed to moan around his cock as it started to pump my
mouth.

More and more of the old tastes were being swallowed away, and the fresh
taste of precum was beginning to fill my mouth. I could feel that he was
getting close, but he hadn't ordered me to slow down. Then he quickly
pulled his cock from the hole and I watched as it bounced with his
pulse. He was holding back his cumshot.

After a minute, he said, "get your ass back up here."

I stood up and looked back as I bent over and aimed the nightstick at the
center of the gloryhole. As it went through and my asscheeks again pressed
up against the wall, I felt the cop grap the stick and roughtly work it in
and out of my battered hole. He rotated it around a few times and then I
felt him spit on my shithole and the nightstick. I heard something being
muttered, but had no idea what they were saying. Then the attack on my
asshole with the stick started up again. I heard the back door open and
watched as the carpenter came towards me.

He got close and whispered in my ear. "You better do a hit of poppers or
two, you're gonna need it."

I looked up at him and unscrewed the cap. I brought the bottle to my nose
and inhaled deeply. The instant rush hit me and I inhaled again. As I did,
I pressed my ass even more firmly against the wall, thinking I was ready
for whatever was about to happen. I assumed it was gonna be a hard fucking
with that piece of gristle he called a cock. I felt more spit being blown
onto my fuckhole, and the nightstick was pressed downwards. Then, there it
was, the unmistakable feeling of a cock pressing against my shithole, on
top of the nightstick that was already lodged in there! I started to pull
away in fear, but that's when the carpenter, standing beside me, grabbed my
waist and held me against the wall.

"Do it buddy," I heard him say. "Fuck the faggot good!"

The cop didn't need any encouragement. He popped the head of his cock in
alongside the nightstick. I inhaled sharply and tensed up. The carpenter
held me tighter. Then after about twenty seconds of allowing me to adjust
to the double thick intrusion, the cop began to slide his cock into me. The
carpenter released his grip on me and came around to face me, sort of
squatting there. And for the first time, he looked me at eye level.

"You'll get through this. It'll be okay," he said softly with what seemed
like true concern in his voice. Then he took the bottle of poppers from my
clenched fist and unscrewed the cap. He lifted the bottle to my nose and
held first one nostril and then the other closed as I breathed the vapor
in. The poppers worked their magic and I relaxed into the wall and the
feeling of my ass being stretched seemingly beyond mortal limits.

The carpenter spoke softly again, "I'm real proud of how you're takin'
this." Then he dropped his pants to the floor and stood in front of me. I
thought he wanted a blowjob, but he took my head and guided it between his
legs, trapping my head between his muscular thighs. As the cop began to
slide out of my hole and began his fucking rhythm, I felt the weight of the
carpenter's body pressing my ass into the wall. I couldn't have gotten away
from the rectal abuse I was taking... not that I wanted to.

As the cop pounded faster and faster, I began to feel the carpenter's
nutsack bouncing on the back of my neck. He was jerking off at a pace that
would have him coming soon I was sure. As the officer's pace picked up, he
must have grabbed the baton from behind his own ass because suddenly it
started moving in and out with his cock. The feeling was overwhelming and
my knees probably would have buckled if my weight wasn't being supported by
the nightstick prying against the bottom of the gloryhole.

Finally I felt the first blasts of the cop's cum, flooding my shit
chute. As soon as the carpenter realized that the cop was coming, his cum
started to jet from his cock all over my back. When their orgasms had
subsided, the cop pulled his cock out, leaving the nightstick in place. The
carpenter released his hold on my head and I stood there, bent at the waist
and panting with the nightstick still lodged in my cunt.

"Pull off of it boy." I heard the cop say, "and clean it up."

I leaned forward and finally took a step before the entire thing was clear
of my asshole. The carpenter grabbed the back of my neck and helped
stabilize me as he guided my mouth to the nightstick dripping with cum and
my own shit. I opened my mouth and sucked the plastic rod clean as it was
guided in. It hit the back of my throat long before I reached the last
smears. The carpenter held my head firmly as the cop continued to push it
into my throat. My eyes were watering and I began to gag as I played
swordswallower and watched as the ring of shit got closer to my
mouth. Finally I was all in and I sucked it as the cop withdrew it. He
pulled it out and placed it into the ring on his belt. Then he pushed his
cock through the hole and I knew what he wanted.

I sucked his cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue around and under his
foreskin, cleaning the same cum and crap from his softening cock. He
withdrew it and zipped up his pants.

"Well, I'll report to the complaintant that everything seems to be in order
here, but I'll have to check back about once a week to make sure," the cop
said as he walked out the door and closed it behind him.

I dropped to my knees and laid my face on the floor. I was exhausted from
the workout. The carpenter sat down on the floor beside me and gently
rubbed my back, smearing his cum around. I just relaxed and enjoyed the
feeling. Then his circular massage pattern started to slip a little further
toward my ass until finally he was running his fingers gently through my
asscrack and brushing across my abused hole. The feeling was amazing. I
actually started to arch my back and raise my asshole to meet his
fingers. His probing got a little more and more focused on my swollen
pucker. He moved around behind me and spit on my hole, got on his knees and
guided his hardening cock toward my hole and started to slowly press it
inside.

There was a dull pain, but he reached up and started massaging my tense
shoulders as he slid his cock home. Then he did something I never expected,
as if his actions so far this afternoon hadn't been strange enough. He
reached around and grabbed my cock and started stroking it to the same
rhythm he was fucking my ass with. The stimulation quickly brought me to
the edge and pushed me over. I blasted shot after shot of hot cum onto the
cool tile below. He came pretty soon after and laid down on my back. I
relaxed under his weight and laid flat on the floor. He just laid on top of
me and breathed heavily onto the back of my neck. His softening cock
twitched in my asshole and I felt a growing warmth spreading inside me. He
was pissing into my ass and I just laid there and accepted it. There wasn't
anything I wouldn't do for this man right now.

After his piss flow subsided, he slowly pulled his cock out and rolled off
of me. He stood up and pulled up his pants. "Thanks buddy. You did real
good today. I'm gonna give you tomorrow off. See ya later."

With that, he walked out the back door and I just laid there, drifting into
a deep sleep, comforted by the feeling of the cool tiles as his piss and
cum dribbled out of my aching hole.