Date: Sat, 04 Aug 2001 17:34:18 -0700
From: Roderick Shafton <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: CIRCLE JERK PLUS (scat)

               CIRCLE JERK PLUS

   Lem approached the farmhouse, turning abruptly at the
gate. He knew his buddies would most likely be in the barn.
"Probly jerkin' off!"
   Just before he pulled open the side door, he yelled
out. By the time he got inside, he saw Dooby and Fletch
hurriedly sitting down on bales of hay...looking mighty
suspicious!
   "Just me, fellas! You both look like you ate the cat!
Been doin' it? Come on, take yur pants back down, I'll join
ya. I could go fur a good pud pounding!"
   Dooby suddenly stood up. "Uh, gee, let's go outside
an'...an'..."
   "Hey, whatcha so nervous about? Ain't nobody around.
Come on, let's jerk off!" Lem started to unsnap his over-
alls. He pulled his prick out.
   "No," Fletch jumped in front of him, "uh, later, OK? We
gotta...uh, do something!"
   "What?"
   "Well, uh, something outside."
   "OK. I guess we can do it later. But I can't wait too
long. I been hard all day thinking....hey, what's that?"
   "NUTHIN'!!" they both gasped, grabbing his arms.
   "There's...hunh? There's a coupla turds back there. Let
go a minute, willya?" He looked behind the bales of hay.
"Funny. They're not horseturds or cowturds. Hey, they's
human turds! They're different, too!" He turned to the boys
and put his hands on his hips. "I can't believe you guys
would do that! You been watchin' each other take shits,
hunh?"
   "NO!!" they cried.
   "You dirty little cheats! You have too! And you just
did it. Hell-fire, they still stink! Or were it your ma and
pa did it, maybe?"
   "W-we don't know where..." Fletch started.
   "Don't see no paper. That means you just yanked up your
trousers and probly still got poop on your butts! Oughta
make you show me!"
   "OK," Dooby sighed, "we did. Just messin' around, Lem.
Don't mean nuthin'. You won't tell none of the guys,
willya?"
   "Well, you damn idgit! Why would I do that?"
   "I...I guess cause you think we're dirty fellas or
somethin'," he hung his head in embarrassment, Fletch
looked ashamed, too.
   "Hell, I ain't pissed cause you did it...I'm pissed
cause you left me out! I mean, all you was doin' was
looking, right?" They nodded. "Well, hells bells. I'd like
ta see a fella take a big crap too." Dooby and Fletch
looked at each other, then burst into laughter.
   "It was great!" Fletch cried. "Kinda nasty and fun!
Stinks like the dickins, though."
   "Can't be any worse'n horseshit. See enough of that fur
sure. How come you guys left me out? I coulda shit a big
one fur ya!"
   They smiled. "Go ahead, Lem, do it!" Dooby encouraged.
   "Naw, can't now. You already finished and I didn't get
ta see it."
   "That's alright," Fletch coaxed, "we can do it again
tomorrow so's you can watch. Come on, I wanna see another
one squeeze out!"
   "Well...I am kinda stuffed up," Lem squinched his anus.
"I was gonna go before I left, but Pa was in the outhouse
and you know how long he can stay in there."
   "Great! Hop on up over there, Lem. You can plop it out
right on top o' them other ones. Then we can have a circle
jerk."
   "Alright, but since you guys held out on me, you gotta
pay."
   "You nuts? I ain't gonna pay to see a guy shit!"
   "Not money, dummy. 'Fore I do it, you both gotta give
my pecker a couple of licks!"
   "What? Fuck off, Lem," Fletch balked, "I ain't lickin'
no prick!"
   "OK," Lem sighed, "guess I'll go see if Pa's done."
   "Wait, I'll lick it," Dooby agreed, rather quickly.
   "Figures," Fletch smirked. "Whole thing was his idea,
anyway."
   "So what?" Dooby got defensive. "You thought it was a
good idea, and even got up real close to see. Said the
smell made no nevermind!"
   "OK, OK, I...I'll do it," Fletch agreed. "But just
cause we owe ya."
   "I got a better idea. You guys promise ta do it if I
shit first? Then you can lick me hard before we jerk off,
OK?"
   They both agreed, glad to put it off. They both
stripped off their pants while Lem got out of his overalls.
He climbed up onto the bale and tested situating himself
into a squat. Finally comfortable, and holding onto the
bales in front of him, he began to feel strangely intrigued
at this new adventure. It was one of the sexiest things
they've done, he thought. He looked down between his legs.
   "Get ready, you guys. Now you're gonna see sumthin'!
Sure gonna put those puny turds o' yours to shame! Get up
close if ya want cause here it comes!"
   "Do it slow, Lem," Dooby suggested. "It's better that
way."
   "Oh...yeah, alright. Want a good show, hunh?"
   Dooby and Fletch got rather close...just like they had
with each other. They knelt down, looking up at where Lem's
anus was beginning to expand and open up. They both groaned
a little, seeing that the hole was getting amazingly wide
before anything happened. Then they saw the head of Lem's
dark turd coming out...real slowly.
   "Damn, it's a big one alright!" Fletch cried excitedly.
   "Yeah..." Dooby agreed dreamily. "Real big...and it
don't hardly stink much neither."
   "Get closer if'n you wanna smell it, Dooby," Lem said
without any sarcasm. He liked the fact that his shit didn't
stink much, but didn't mind if his buddy wanted a good
sniff. He was getting turned on by the fact that his
friends were fascinated with his turd.
   "I didn't say I wanted to smell it!" Dooby complained,
defensively.
   "You said mine smelled pretty good," Fletch half-
whispered offhandedly, staring at the emerging column. "OH,
FUCK, LOOK AT THAT THING COMIN' OUTTA THERE!"
   Dooby didn't reply. It was the truth. So he just
concentrated on enjoying the filthy act taking place--
strictly for their enjoyment! Finally, he did speak.
"WOW!" A good eight inches was hanging out of Lem's
asshole. "JEEZ! Look, Fletch, it's gonna break off!"
   Thick and heavy, the turd broke about 6 inches up. It
must have been at a weak spot. The remaining inches contin-
ued to hang there, soon followed by another several inches
that quickly plopped from Lem's anus, leaving it empty and
gaping before it squeezed shut! Lem turned and looked down
at what he'd done. He smiled proudly.
   "Now that, you young 'uns, is a man's turd!! Didja like
it?"
   "Golly, Lem, that was swell!" Fletch said, impressed,
playing with himself.
   "Yeah, that was neat!" Dooby agreed wholeheartedly.
"Let's do it again tomorrow. Boy my dick's stiff...let's
jerk off!"
   Lem climbed down to where they were and sat on a bale,
spreading his legs. His cock was hard! "Go for it fellas!
Remember your promise to lick my pecker. Then we jerk off!"
   Dooby and Fletch looked at each other, feining disgust
at the thought. Still, they both went to their knees next
to Lem, ready to do it. The nasty thrills they'd both
experienced made it alright. They knew Lem would never do
it again if they backed out, and they wanted to see him
shit more big turds in the future.
   "You first," Fletch said.
   "W-why me?" Dooby asked, also hesitating to save face.
Lem had a nice big prick, which they both knew already and
had often handled whenever they all agreed to do it to each
other. Actually, both boys had pounded Lem's cock to orgasm
on many occasions...as he'd also done to them. But licking
...this was something entirely different!
   "Come on, fellas. Get it over with willya? I'm ready to
pop off right now! Do it at the same time, come on." He
grabbed them both behind the neck and pushed them into his
crotch. "Take a side and lick me up, then twiddle your
tongues on my knob. You owe me, remember?"
   Sighing, they both got close to do what they knew they
had to. They were horny to jack off, and eager to get it
over with so they could. The two tongues came out and
touched the hard pecker at the same time. They were staring
into each other eyes, then finding that embarrassing, they
closed their eyes for a second and began to lick their way
up Lem's hard shaft. Dooby was holding it. Lem rested back
and watched them. His own tongue stuck out of his mouth,
slightly, as he enjoyed the sight of his buddies licking
his prick.
   When they--quickly--reached the bloated knob, they had
again opened their eyes and stared at their own tongues
washing over it. It wasn't a sense of duty that caused them
to lick on the thing just a little longer than probably
necessary...it was because they were enjoying it more than
they could admit. Of course, we're only talking about a few
seconds, and Lem was the only one actually aware of the
fact that they could have stopped a little while ago
without him crying foul. But finally, Fletch did pull back.
   "Yeck! That's enough, okay. You're starting to leak!"
he cried, aghast at finding himself tasting Lem's juicy
precum. Dooby hadn't complained.
   "Alright, alright!" Lem allowed them to stop. "You're
such a baby, Fletch. How many times have I've seen you
scoop up your own jizz from your palm and eat it?"
   "Yeah, but it was mine," he shrugged.
   "What's the diff'rence? It all tastes the same," Lem
said.
   "How do you know?" Fletch asked accusingly.
   "Uh, just figures."
   "Come on, let's do it," Dooby said. "Wanna trade
hands?"
   "Yeah," Lem gasped, "let's get close. Allemande right
this time."
   Lem grabbed hold of Fletch's hard prick...Fletch
grabbed Dooby's...and Dooby hadn't taken his hand away from
Lem's. As the closest to coming, Lem directed the action,
urging the guys to take it easy so it would last. They
understood. Thighs squirmed together at the pleasant
sensations, as each guy alternately watched his prick being
stroked and looked at the hard one in his hand.
   Lem was the first to blast off and Dooby knew just how
to expertly squeeze and release it so the squirts came out
long and hard. Both boys tried to duck the avalanche, but
getting a little splattered was no big deal. Being in a
three-way circle, it was hard to avoid. After the first
time they tried it, and complained so much, they agreed not
to break the chain just because of cum.
   Fletch was next and kiddingly asked Dooby to lick him.
Dooby had actually stuck his tongue out before coming to
his senses and just watched Lem pound the juice out. Then
he came in a massive explosion that poured cum all over
Fletch's stroking fist, while Lem reached down and played
with his balls.
   "Mmmm. Mmmm. Thanks, Lem. How come you grabbed my
nuts?"
   "Why not, felt good didn't it?" He shrugged. "What's
the big deal?"
   "Nuthin'. Made it better, that's all," Dooby smiled.
   "I better go," Lem finally said. "Pa's got work for me.
Guess you'll get rid o' the turds, hunh?" he said to Dooby.
   "Yeah. We gonna do it again tomorrow?"
   "Sure," Lem replied. "Won't have a big one like that,
but you guys have a big supper, okay? I wanna see what I
missed!" He left.
   Dooby and Fletch looked at each other, gulping.
   "Guess we were wrong, hunh?" Fletch suggested.
   "Yeah, he woulda gone for it after all. Man, he sure
had a big one, didn't he? Look at that thing!"
   "Sure puts ours to shame, don't it?" Fletch giggled.
   "Yeah. But we shoulda let him in, then we wouldn'ta had
to lick his dick, hunh?"
   "Yeah. No big deal...right?"
   "Right. Wasn't so bad."
   "Naw, not so bad. Guess I shouldn'ta put up a fuss
'bout his jizz. Kinda silly, hunh?"
   "Considerin' the way you slop up yur own, it sure is!"
said Dooby.
   "Hey, how come he said it all tastes the same? How does
he know?"
   "You're right. Betcha he's tasted somebody else's jizz,
hunh?"
   "Hmmm. Sounds like our pal's been hidin' something from
us, too." He looked at Dooby. They both smiled evily.
   "You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?"
   "Like maybe we might get our peckers licked on?"
   "Yeah!" Fletch beamed, then suddenly went quiet.
   "Whatsa matter? That'd be great, wouldn't it?"
   "Sure, but..." he stopped.
   "But what?"
   "Dooby? Uh, if it was no big deal lickin' Lem's prick,
and if it's no big deal if we get him to do it to us, do...
do you think it might get to be no big deal all the time?"
   "Whadda you mean?"
   "If...if we get to lickin'...you know...each other's
dicks all the time cause it's no big deal..."
   "So?"
   "Hunh? Whadda you mean 'SO'?!"
   "Um, I dunno. Hell, if we like jerkin' each other off
all the time, is it so bad if we lick 'em first?"
   "Dooby! We start lickin' just a little...and maybe get
to like it. What next? We start blowin' each other?!"
   "Gee, you think that might happen?" Dooby asked,
obviously sounding intrigued.
   "See! You like the idea! You didn't mind lickin' his
prick at all, did you? Bet you'd blow me right now if I
could get hard, hunh?"
   "Settle down, buddy. I never said that. What're you
gettin' so excited about?" Dooby stared at his friend
breathing so hard. "You gonna have a fit?"
   "Sorry, Doob. Guess I'm gettin' scared things're
gettin' too queer!"
   "Aw, that shit don't matter with us, Fletch, we're
pals. Shit. If you had it real bad, I'd go down on your
pick...and not even feel queer about it."
   "Y-you would?" he gasped.
   "Sure. I don't see any bad stuff. I had your prick in
muh hand so many times, if'n you begged me to...I'd put it
in my mouth. Maybe even letcha squirt in my mouth. I
wouldn't feel queer about it. I'd just figure I was doin' a
friend a favor!"
   "Y-you'd do that? Would...would you do it to Lem?"
   "Sure. Why not? All I gotta do is spit it out if I
want..."
   "Oh," Fletch reflected, dejectedly.
   "Course...I wouldn't spit it out if you didn't want me
to."
   "Y-you wouldn't? You'd drink it?!"
   "Suppose so. Why, you got poison jizz?"
   "Gee, that's really bein' a pal!"
   Dooby wrapped his arm around his friend. "Well, sure!
Suppose it wouldn't be proper to say I love ya so I'll just
say..."
   "Do ya?" Fletch interjected.
   "Course I do, you dumb fuck! We been friends since we
was 7, and played with each other since we first got
boners. You saved my life swimming, once, and even if it
ain't...you know...proper 'bout talkin' o' love...there it
is, no doubt comin' to it."
   "Yeah. M-me too, Doob."
   Dooby nodded his head, understanding, then joshed his
friend, poking him in the ribs. "Come on, say it...I did.
It don't hurt."
   "Shucks, Doob! Okay. I...I luv ya too, okay?" he
blushed.
   Dooby hugged him, laughing. "Sure. We're pals. We
three. Guess we gotta get Lem to admit it too, hunh?"
   Fletch laughed, visibly relaxing, even getting giddy.
"Ha! You think he'd ever say it?"
   "You mean, do I think I could get him embarrassed
enough to admit it like I did you?"
   "Yes, you prick!" he giggled.
   "Maybe...after we get him to lick us!"
   "GREAT! LET'S DO IT!"


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