Date: Mon, 14 Jun 2004 15:03:12 -0400
From: Lazy Tom <lazytom@webtv.net>
Subject: Cop Wipe part 1 (scat)

This is my first submission. It is a raunch story for gay men involving
scat .  The writing is all my own invention. I hope Nifty can include
it.  I've never submitted it anywhere and it has never been published
either. I envision it a part of a longer story (still to be written).


A few years ago I had to drive from Cincinnati OH to Louisville KY.
At the time I was probably 45 and weighed in at 230. I was (and still
am) 5' 10". It was a hot July morning. I decided to take the scenic
route and drove down on the Indiana side. The road ran parallel to the
Ohio River pretty much all the way. It was a two lane country  road
which  took me up and down the gently rolling hills of southern Indiana.

About an hour out of Cincinnati was a sign reading 'rest area one mile'.
I traveled a lot and always checked out any roadside toilets I ran
across (Everybody should have a hobby), I pulled off onto a drive
that could hold a big rig and maybe a couple more cars. I parked close
to the shitter which was at one end on the bank of a small creek. It was
a wooden outhouse with  a partition in front of the screen door,  just
what I expected being located in the middle of nowhere.

 Inside was a urinal and  crapper separated by a wooden partition with a
big ole glory hole.  Dried cum encrusted the opening and walls where it
had dripped down. The walls had a lot of graffiti scrawled on them along
with some of the raunchiest drawings I had ever come across.The
shithouse reeked of piss and fresh shit.  A raunch pig's wet dream.

I dropped my pants and sat down thinking what a great setting  this was
to take a good long dump. My butt was full,  too.  Scratching my nuts I
farted once,  twice and settled in to read the walls.

 I heard the sound of a car pulling in and, just a few seconds later, a
loud clap of thunder. The skies opened up and rain was beating down on
the outhouse's tin roof. I heard the crunching gravel sound of  someone
running to get out of the rain. The screen door was thrown back and a
fucking cop came barrelling in. In such a small space he couldn't help
but stand in front of me.

 "Jesus fuckin Christ!', he said. 'What a fuckin cloud burst!'

He was short,  bald and looked to be in his early 50's . He was built
like a fire plug with a solid looking gut on him. His arms were as hairy
as any I had seen and hair tufted out the neck of his short sleeve
uniform shirt.

He looked at me and said 'Made it!  But, damn, I need to take a
wicked shit.  I guess I can wait till you're done.  Better take a leak
while you finish crappng.'

He stepped up to the urinal and pulled out a nice piece of meat. It was
short, fat and stuck straight out from his crotch. Best of all it had a
luscious hunk of skin covering the end. The profile of his fat belly
looked great too. Peering through the glory hole I hoped I wasn't being
too obvious. Small town cops scared me.

Piss started spraying out his dick and I noticed he didn't bother to
retract his foreskin. I thought to myself, 'Bet he has a fine crop of
dick cheese under that skin.'

Then I  saw him kind of arch his back as he cut a loud juicy fart, with
no apology. He sighed audibly and farted again. The sound of the second
one lasted longer and was more muffled. Suddenly he was grabbing at his
belt and shoving his pants down to the floor.  Piss was going
everywhere. He shouted, 'Goddam it!  I just shit myself! That fuckin
fart had a lump in it!  Son of a bitch! '

 His head appeared over the partition and he said  to me, 'Hey buddy.
You got any paper on your side? I gotta clean the shit out of my ass
crack before I can pull up my trousers. Don;t want any brown stains
showing through the blue'.  He smiled and laughed.

I smiled back up at him and said, 'Sure.  There's still some on the
roller.'

I thought then,  'Holy fuck. I'm going to get to watch this big butch
cop clean that fudge out of his butt trench. This may turn out to be the
best dump of my life.'

'Thank God for small favors' he said as he waddled around the partition
with his uniform pants and soiled boxers still around his ankles. In
order to reach the roller he moved in close to me in a half crouch. Our
faces were inches apart and my right knee was between his legs almost
touching his belly.

As he reached across me to unroll some of the paper he said "If this
ain't the craziest situation a man's ever been in. Trapped in a
shithouse during a thunder storm , balls naked with a butt crack caked
with shit and another man sitting on the throne watching his every move.
You ever see a man wipe a mashed up turd from his  ass, buddy?'  He
laughed some more and said.. 'Ain't this a bitch?!'.

end part one