Date: Sat, 24 Oct 2015 11:57:01 -0500
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Dads and Scat

Dads and Scat


Scat and incest fantasy fiction


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Lon and I met in college.  You could stereotype us as two gay partying
twinks.  Both of us were obsessed with sex and having a good time—yet we
managed to graduate somehow.  It was a fun ride but we eventually matured
and stabilized.  It doesn't feel like it was really so long ago...but now
we're gay fathers in with a hot son and we're totally into scat.  I never
would have believed it all those years ago.

I came from a blue-collar family—he was a trust fund baby.  Where he easily
blew two hundred dollars in on purchase, I wouldn't spend that in a month
unless it was for bills.  His monthly check was often nearly gone by the
end of the month.  I struggled to hold onto every cent.  He lived in his
own nice apartment—I lived in a dump with roaches.

We met at the local college town gay bar.  It was usually full of older
guys but that one night I stopped in and found him drunk and dancing.  I
went right up to him and danced behind him.  Just because I was cheap
didn't mean I wasn't adventurous.  Soon we were dancing in our underwear.
Our sweat made them almost transparent—so we got free drinks thrown at us
all night.


We somehow ended up in his apartment without crashing.   I woke up the next
day with a maid tiptoeing through the room picking up clothes.  We were
naked on top of each other with just barely a sheet covering us.  I stirred
to get up.

"Fuck it...she's seen this before."

With hangovers, we started kissing and making out right in front of the
short, stout grim looking lady.

"Dad pays for her to come clean this place up!"

That was the first of many crazy nights.  We had sex all the time...tried
most everything except for scat.  He loved pissing on me and I enjoyed
drinking it down.  Yet when he suggested watching me take a shit I kind of
got freaked.

"Fuck man...that's nasty!" I said.

"I know but I thought it would be hot to see that sweet hole open up really
big!  You don't seem to care if I eat it when you just took a shit hours
before!"

I changed the subject and we moved on to some other depraved sexual act.
That was the end of the shit topic for a long time.

- - -

Lon's dad died of a heart attack just two days after college graduation.
His mom had been dead since he was a toddler from cancer.  The entire
ordeal of financial matters, funeral planning, etc. that following seemed
to wake him up to the real world.  It was then he found out that the trust
fund would only last a specific number of years.  The will called for the
estate to be sold and for the money to be divided up between existing
relatives (five aunts, a great uncle, etc.) and Lon.  It was then he
realized that if not invested well, the money would end and he'd have
nothing.

We moved in together after he bought a suburban three-bedroom house.  It
was very basic—no pool or any of that stuff.  He bought us each a car and
then the estate money was gone.  The trust fund money would run out in one
year.

We both worked hard to find good jobs with our new degrees.  After two
years busting our asses, we had a decent saving built up and could finally
relax.  There was no gay marriage at the time, but it was possible for one
of us to adopt.  We were ready for that next step in our relationship.

So, a chunk of our money went into paying for a surrogate to have our
baby.  My sperm was donated to fertilize her egg.  The costs of the medical
bills associated with all this was ungodly, but in the end it was all worth
experiencing the birth of our son.

We named him Cameron.  He was beautiful.  He had my eyes and forehead.  I
couldn't believe part of me had made him...it was awesome.  We gave him Lon's
last name with my last name as his middle name.  We were proud and beaming
fathers.

- - -

As time went by, I got over the squeamishness of changing nasty diapers,
vomit, etc.  But I had the first incident during his toddler phase.  It
started everything that followed.

One evening I came to check on him after Lon put him to sleep. I'd heard
him talking to himself.  I turned on the light to find his diaper off, shit
in his hands, mouth, and face.  He looked at me and smiled with a mouth
full of shit drool.

It took me half an hour to clean him up, as I had to stop and gag many
times.  Lon got back from the store and thought it hilarious.  I wasn't
amused.

"Oh come on...he didn't know it was a bad thing.  No one has told him shit is
bad!"

I just shrugged my shoulders and tossed the wash clothes into the bathroom
trashcan.

- - -

Well, it happened several more times after that.  Finally I bought him a
kiddie toilet and tried to show him how to use it.  He sat there for a long
time in several of my attempts only to stand up and then shit after the
toddler undies were back on.  After being teased by Lon, I told him to
teach Cam or shut up.

So, the next time we all three went into the restroom.  I was naked (we
rarely wore clothes at home) but Lon was still in the briefs he wore to
work.  He slipped them off and hovered over the toilet.

"Do like daddy!"

Cam pulled off the training pants and sat on the little potty with only his
shirt on.  Then to my surprise, Lon started taking a big shit!  With my
mouth open, I stood there in shock.  Lon slowly eased down and the long
turd splashed into the water.  I could smell the shit but it didn't bother
me.

"Ok dada!" cooed Cam.

I didn't hear anything but after twenty or so seconds he stood up and we
saw a small squishy lump of shit in the potty bowl!

"Good boy!" I said.

I turned to get some wipes only to find he'd stuck his hand in the potty
and was chomping down on the turdlet.

"Cam!" Lon laughed!

Lon went over and stuck his middle finger in Cam's mouth to pull it out.
He flung it into the toilet onto his own turd.

"Dear god..." I sighed.

"Oh chill baby...at least he shit in the right place for once!"

I shrugged.

"You just had to see daddy do it himself huh?"

Cam laughed uncontrollably as I wiped his mouth.  Once he was clean, Lon
picked him up and kissed him on the side of the mouth—was not even bothered
by the fact shit had been there.  I began to think about how Lon wanted me
to shit for him when we were in college.  I began to suspect he had nasty
experiences in the past that he'd not told me about.

For the next few weeks, we had to let him watch one of us shit to get him
to shit in his own potty.  By then end of the month, he was doing it on his
own.  However, it was a battle to keep him from trying to play with his
shit.

We never did yell at him or tell him it was disgusting, we just told him
not to do it.  He hated the clean up afterwards (having a hot washcloth ran
inside his mouth) and the scrubbing that was part of it.  So, he eventually
shit with no issues.

Until he was old enough for preschool, we did a lot of working at home or
working late hours to not have to leave him with a stranger/babysitter.  I
was also worried for the times we did leave him with one of Lon's aunts to
go out if he'd play with his shit.  If he did, no one ever said so.  So
when he went to school I thought it was a done deal.

However, on the first day of school I picked him up at noon.  He had been
crying and was holding a teacher's hand when I walked in.  She had him go
play with some toys while we spoke.  It turned out he'd gone to the
bathroom and brought back some turds he'd found in the commode into the
class.  Only the teacher had noticed before any of the kids did.

At home I told him it was not safe to do that—it was dangerous to his
health.  I told him I loved him but didn't want anything bad to happen to
him.  I never told him it was disgusting or horrible...just not safe.

Well, during the ages of four and five I kept finding brown spot on his
pillow or sheets.  Yet I found no shit in his underwear.  I thought maybe
he'd had accidents.  Lon thought I was worried about nothing.  Finally, I
decided to peep in and find out for myself.


Early one Saturday morning I got up and heard the TV on—cartoons.  Yet he
was not in the living room.  I quietly walked to his room and saw him
squeezing a small turd in his hand from his ass.  Then he quickly shoved it
in his mouth and licked his fingers!  I backed away into the dark hall and
then he went trotting off back to the living room.  I lay down dazed next
to Lon...he was snoring away.

After he woke up, I told him what I'd seen.  He wasn't really upset but
seemed to wonder like me why it was happening.

"I think we should talk to a doctor about this," he suggested.

- - -

We found Dr. Lattermore after some careful searching.  After he met Cameron
and then was told about all his experiences, he began asking us questions.

"So, it seems to be a compulsion.  I don't know if it's really a bad thing."

"What?" I exclaimed.

"Calm down Mr. Edwards.  I'm just saying that if you let him do it
safely...maybe he'll just outgrow it from boredom."

"Are you nuts?" I yelled.

"Hold on babe, let the man talk..." Lon said calmly.

I couldn't believe what he was saying.

"Well, maybe if you talked to him and asked that he just be discreet and
keep to his own feces," the Doc continued. "It would be rather safe to eat
his own."

Lon looked me with an expression that was meaning, "Well, it could work".

"I've printed out several cases I've read about from my peers," said the
Doc. "Right here a couple in Wisconsin indulged their little daughter in
fecal feasting and encouraged it.  They even sat up a toilet in her room
that had a plate under it.  They got her own utensils for eating it.  Six
months later after all of the open acceptance the girl got bored with it
and never ate it again!"

We looked at other reports like that of which the doctor had compiled.  In
the end, I gave in and agreed to try it.

- - -

"Cammie, come to your room with daddy and I!" Lon said.

He cam running into the room in all his naked glory (we'd all gone totally
nudist by then).  Lon explained that anytime he wanted to shit at home, it
was okay to play with it as long as he was clean with it and disposed of
any leftovers properly.  He was told it was okay to eat but he needed to
gargle with his Power Rangers mouthwash afterward.

He was grinning and all happy when we got out his new chair.  It looked
like a miniature rim chair.  It had the toilet seat but under it was a
small shelf for a paper plate.  If used, the paper plate would be tossed
into his old diaper genie.  Any leftover shit should be taken to the
bathroom and flushed.

Well, just an hour later I heard Cam giggling.  I walked to his room and he
was feasting on a mouth full of little nuggets.  At first, it was
shocking.  I just stared and thought "Oh fuck what have we done?"  Then Lon
came up behind me.  He put his arm around me and grinned.

"That's our boy!" he said encouragingly.

It was then I felt Lon's dick rise against me.  It was turning him on!

"Let him be!" he whispered.

He pulled my hand and led me down the hall.  He closed the door and got on
his knees behind me.  He began my favorite thing—rimming my ass.  His
tongue dove in deeper than I'd ever felt.  He was doing some major drilling
back there.  I had to put my hands on the edge of the bed to balance as my
knees went weak.  He pulled my cock downward and milked it while he smacked
on my ass.  Tonguing turned to sucking as he sucked hard on my butthole.  I
really felt like he was trying to suck something out of me.  I gently
pulled off and involuntarily blasted a fart.  He began sucking me back
there again.

Remember, I was no prude.  I loved all kinds of sex...just never had done
scat.  We'd farted in each other mouths before—drank piss loads.  But I
hadn't seem him openly get off on shit.  He'd truly gotten hot from seeing
our son chewing up his shit.  Suddenly three fingers eased into me.  I
turned to fall onto the bed. He finger fucked me for half an hour before
finally sticking his cock in and fucking me good.  Once done and lying in
our afterglow, I looked over at his hand.  The fingers that had been
digging in my ass were brown under the fingernails.

"You got shit dude!" I said.

He just licked his finger defiantly.

"Well if he can..."

"You perv!" I laughed.

We began kissing and the door opened.

"All done!" said Cam.

He'd seen us in bed many times—probably had seen us fucking.  He held up
clean hands and stuck out his tongue.  No brown anywhere!

"Good boy!" Lon said.

Cam climbed onto the bed and wedged in between us.  We lay like that the
rest of the morning watching TV in the bedroom.  Cam burped while laying
against me.  I smelled shit on his breath.

- - -

Well, six months fly by...but instead of getting bored with it, Cam became
even more infatuated with his shit.  He began to talk about it more.  He'd
tell us the different types: this doodoo was soft and tasted good, that
doodoo was hard and not good, etc.  I found him saving a pile from the
morning in a sandwich bag to mix with his afternoon shit.

Sometimes he'd shit in the backyard and cover himself with it then rinse
off with the hose.  Lon just laughed at all of this but the growing
obsession got me worried.  I suggested another visit to the Doc.

- - -

"Well, it seems like he's not yet bored of it...or it may be that he may like
it indefinitely.  IF it's the latter, you might be in it for the long haul."

Lon just shrugged in acceptance.

"You could take it to the next level if you think it's only a passing phase
and he's going to get tired of it.  How about giving him more than he can
handle?  I mean you and your husband appear to be very clean, healthy, and
physically fit.  Offer your own."

"WHAT?" I gasped.

"Well, if it's your shit he wants then give him more than he can handle."

Lon put his arm around me.

"We could try it honey!"

I was flabbergasted.

"How would we even do that?

"Well," the Doc said, "You said you are raising him in a nudist home...you
could just feed him from the source!"

I saw Lon shuffle his crotch.

"You're turned on by all this huh?" I shouted.

"Well...yeah.  I've always wanted to try scat but you won't do it."

"But we do everything else...piss, bondage, even fisting!"

The Doctor spoke up to Lon.

"So you've been hiding a deep fascination of scat from your partner?"

His face went red.

"Yeah honey...I want to try it."

"Well for now let's concentrate on your son.  Are you both in agreement to
give him your own to try to tire him of this compulsion?

"Yeah, let's do it." I said exasperated.

- - -

After we got home and got undressed, Cameron ran to his room to shit.  As
he sat on the little toilet seat, Lon and I walked into his room.

"Son, would you like to try some of daddy's doodoo?"

He stood up jumping and laughing.

"Yeah daddy!"

"How do we do this?" I asked

Lon shrugged.

"Let's go to our bedroom."

I grabbed some towels from the bathroom.

"Come on Cam let's go our room..." I told him.

The three of us walked naked to our room.  Cam was bouncing and happy.  I
spread out two large towels on the unmade bed and he lay on his back.  Lon
pulled his knees to his chest so that his ass was exposed.  I pushed a huge
pillow under his ass.  Cam jumped up onto the bed and put his hands on
Lon's spread cheeks.  Several loud farts made him giggle.

"Here is comes buddy!"

An inch of semi-soft light brown shit oozed out like it was soft-serve
frozen yogurt.  I had to admit, my cock was rock hard.  I was immune to the
smell at that stage.  Seeing my man's awesome asshole open and close was so
sexy.  I loved seeing his ass spread.

Little Cam moved his head over and sucked the little nub of shit off Lon's
anus.  Then Lon slid out another...this time a little bigger.  Cam bent over
and chomped it.  He lifted his head up proudly and smiled at me as he
chewed his daddy's doodoo.  Another softer piece oozed out.  Cam started
using his fingers to collect the shit.  My dick was dripping pre-cum like
crazy.

The heady smell of shit and farts had me in a daze.  Without thinking about
it, I impulsively bent over and licked some of the soft shit out of Lon's
hole before the next piece came!  It tasted slightly bitter with an earthy
taste.  I'd once accidently gotten a mouthful of dirt when goofing around
in the backyard—the shit had that sort of taste mixed with the lightly
bitter notes.  I smacked my tongue around until the shit had dissolved.
Cam was eating more of Lon's shit.

"Did you just taste my shit babe?" Lon asked.

"I did."

"Fucking awesome!"

I stroked my dick and bent over again and sucked the last piece that came
out.  It was the size of strawberry and soft like fudge.  I pushed it
against the roof of my mouth and then started chewing it.  Lon sat up to
see what was going on and when he realized what I'd done, he pulled me to
him and we shit-kissed hard.

Cam was sitting there and not paying attention to us and was licking his
fingers clean.  Lon and I began jacking each other's cocks.  I came so fast
and hard.


"Swallow it NOW!" Lon groaned.

I swallowed as I finished shooting my load.  As my after-glow waned, the
smell of shit in my mouth made me want to gag.

"Close your mouth dude!" Lon whispered.

He covered my mouth and continued to stroke my cock with my load of jizz.

"Just think how hot that was...you ate my shit baby!  My wonderful shit!"

The constant attention to my dick prevented me from thinking too much about
the shit and I got turned on again.  We kissed as he played with my dick.
Cam was off in the other room playing with toys.

"I so fucking love you man!" he growled.

We ended up having another orgasm each after we made out and fucked.  It
was wonderful.

- - -

As we continued to feed Cam, he played less with his own shit and wanted
ours instead.  The feedings were only 2-3 times a week, but they became
totally sexual with Lon and me.  Either I or Lon would feed—the other would
eat with Cam.  Lon took to eating much faster than me—I think he'd secretly
done it before in the past.  It didn't matter though—now I was hooked on it
too.

I usually shit long solid logs instead of Lon's softer loads.  Whenever I
laid one, the three of us would pass it around eating small bites until it
was gone.  Sex usually followed.  We noticed that Cam never had an erection
when he ate—he just enjoyed eating shit.

Feedings would occur all over the house.  While watching TV, sitting at the
dinner table, taking a shower, or laying in the private secluded backyard
on a blanket under the stars.  In fact, we would feed each other when Cam
wasn't around or was sleeping.

Lon would do other sexy things like come out of the bathroom at the mall
with a small piece in his hand and sneak it to me or Cam.  It was fun
knowing we were eating shit in public and no one had a clue.  Once at the
movies he slid his hand down the back of his baggy shorts and handed me and
Cam a mini-log.  In the dark and in the back no one had a clue.

Cam began to realize we loved it too and offered to feed us!  By the time
he was ten, we might be driving down the freeway or going to the grocery
store and he'd pull out some nuggets from his pants.  He'd lovingly hand
them to us to snack on.  On long road trips he usually rode naked in the
back of the SUV at night and total access to shit at will.  He was very
good about never spilling it or getting it on the seats.

- - -

When Cam was just turning twelve, we noticed he was playing with his penis
a lot at home.  He knew we shot cum and often asked to be ejaculated on
when he laid with us in bed during sex.  He liked the taste of cum (but not
as much as shit).  While he knew it was sexual for us, he never seemed to
try to join our sex other than watching.

One evening we were laying naked together in the living room floor on large
pillows and he was frantically playing with his penis.  Lon and I grinned.
We realized at any time he was going to discover he could cum too.  When it
happened he was so excited.

"Felt really good huh buster?" Lon said.

"Yeah daddy...I'm gonna do it again!"

He tried to recreate it a few more times that night but no more liquid came
even though he came.  The next few days he was masturbating constantly
after getting home from school.  Of course, he ate his sperm every time.
At the end of the week, he offered to let me taste it.

I sat in front of him waiting for the cum to spurt, but instead he just
said, "daddy, just suck it—that's how y'all do it!"

Lon shrugged and nodded `yes'.

I sucked my boy's dick and it was only a minute later that he shot a small
load of very liquid cum onto my tongue.  It tasted like the cum of those
school bud's I used to suck off during junior high.

After that night, things changed.  Cameron would sneak into our bed at
night and spoon against one of us.  He would try to reach and grab our
dicks or finger our asses thinking he could do it and not wake us up.  It
was so cute.  Then after a few nights of his, Lon had a talk with him.

"Do you want to have sex with daddy and I?"

He just shook his head quietly.  Lon gave him another talk like he had
several times over the years about how he must be discreet and tell no
one.  He told him other ground rules and after the talk was done we all
retired to the bed ready for our first session.

"Have daddy show you the right way to suck a dick." Lon said.

Cam lay next to me and I showed him how to suck his other dad's penis with
his teeth covered.  It was large for his mouth but got half of it in with
no teeth nicks.  Lon lay back with his hands behind his back and looked
like a proud father.  Our son's head bobbed up and down.

"You can use your hands to stroke his balls or finger his asshole," I
advised.

His smooth and smaller hands cupped Lon's low hangers and stroked them
softly.

"Oh man you're making daddy feel good."

"You can move around and make your butt face daddy so he can play with
yours," I said.

After some awkward moves, he was on Lon's belly with his feet on each side
of his head.  Cam wasn't tall enough to do a mutual 69, but he tried.  Lon
moved forward and sat up and managed to bend down and eat Cam's small ass.

"Feel good?" he asked.

"Yeah," Cam said with a mouth full of cock.

"Feed your daddy if you can!" I said.

A minute or two later, I smelled shit.  Cam was pushing a long soft and
thin log into Lon's open mouth.  I licked my lips seeing that primo shit
coming out.  I had to roll over and make out with Lon to share it. It was
creamy and smooth with little taste.   Our boy made some delicious shit!
There was almost an aftertaste like an artificial sweetener gives.

As we shit-kissed, Lon groaned.  He held down Cam's head to fill his mouth
full of dad-cum.

"Come over here and let us show you how to kiss!"

Cam laughed and moaned as he got to trade French kisses with us both.  He
loved it when I sucked on his smaller tongue.  He also got a thrill from
log spitting long and slow loads of spit into his open mouth.

The next lesson came a few nights later.  We lubed up my ass and let Cam
fuck me.  It was obvious that he was going to be a top.  He had seen us do
it so many times and knew the moves.  I sat doggy style while he stood on
the bed behind me and plowed me.  He was big enough to feel but not large
enough to do any damage with the constantly hard slamming.  Finally he came.

"I wanna do it again!"

Well, I let Lon take the next fuck.  After we were both fucked, without
asking Cam nursed on our assholes and sucked out whatever cum he had
deposited.

- - -

At first, I thought we'd created a monster.  That little horn dog wanted to
fuck every night and for multiple times.  We had to lay out more
rules—homework first, dinner, and then sex if either of us was in the mood
and he had to ask not demand it or through a fit.

Things worked out after that.  As Cam turned 13, 14, and then 15 years
old...he became more sensual and loving.  Like us, he exercised at home in
our spare room with a weight set.  He didn't become a muscle man, but had a
decent trim and toned body.

Outside of sex and shit at home, Cam had many friends.  While we had never
expected he was gay just because of what he was used to, he told us he had
zero interest in girls.  Instead, he came home daily telling us about the
crushes he had on different guys in his classes.  He'd tell us about how
this or that guy looked naked in the locker-room.  He'd openly masturbate
in front of us as he discussed it.

Speaking of openness, his openly sexual and naked home life allowed him to
be confident at school and excel in whatever he tried.  He loved swimming,
soccer, and golf.  His grades were decent but he excelled best in athletics.

Though high school, he managed to find gay boys that he could mess around
with discreetly.  He'd invite them over to go "study" in his room.  Once
there they would have sex.  He would pretend that they were sneaking around
doing it but we knew exactly what was going on.  After his pals would
leave, he'd tell us in detail about their sex.

Feedings never stopped—to me and Lon it was sexual.  Cam still got comfort
in it.  If he came home depressed about a boy or some school drama, one of
us would lovingly squat over his face and feed.  Sometimes I remembered
laying in bed with him hand feeding nuggets to him as he got sleepy and
drifted into dreamland.

Now he's in college—living in a dorm.  He's having sexual experiences and
dating guys.  When he meets a guy he totally likes, he admits he's into
scat right away.  IF they don't freak—he knows they might be a keeper...like
his dad!

The end

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