Date: Wed, 1 Oct 2003 02:21:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: scatcurious808 <scatcurious808@gay.com>
Subject: Further Developments Part 2 and Part 3 (scat/bestiality)

Further Developments - part 2 (bestiality)

{This story involves sexual acts between a male and a dog. Part 3 includes
scat. If you don't want to be exposed to that, or it is illegal in your
area, don't read any further. Fair warning.}

Author's Preface:

This story is a continuation of Further Developments, which itself was a
continuation of my first post. Because it crosses categories where some may
have an interest in one area, but not the other, I warn you that this part
includes bestiality. The following part includes bestiality and scat.

-----

I was sitting on my bed, already breathing heavily from getting so aroused
over what I had just done. Naked and with a raging teenage hard on. Here I
was on a Saturday morning, no school, no chores, parents just gone deep-sea
fishing with their friends.

I'd awoken with a morning erection, and it hadn't gone down since. In fact,
it was just harder, if that's possible, and could no longer be classified
as a 'piss erection', having already relieved my bladder.

I lit another cigarette, and was contemplating what I was going to do
next. As a teenager, I had naturally been hot and horny many times; seemed
like ALL the time. But there was a new aspect now. Getting kinky. And it
scared the hell out of me, but in a way that was so erotically exciting
that I was becoming hooked on this feeling that literally made my whole
body tremble with the excitement of doing something so totally unexpected,
unordinary, uncustomary, all the "un's" you could think of. Weird,
forbidden... kinky in the extreme.

I really didn't know what I was going to do. But I knew absolutely that I
was going to do something extremely kinky. My Cocker Spaniel, Ku'uipo was
watching me. Smiling his ever unconditional approval of me, even after
witnessing what I had just done that morning. Aren't dogs wonderful. They
can love us no matter what. No condemnation coming from him. There was
plenty trying to push into my own mind, however. Sort of the way I felt so
often after I would cum. Bad enough that I had to admit that I was gay,
which in the environment within which I was raised had seemed the worst
thing I could be. That is until 'discovering' in my yet unenlightened mind
that there was more to my 'perversion' than merely preferring guys.

Though my previous activities that morning didn't involve cumming; as often
happened after cumming back then, I was feeling some doubts about myself
(nowadays I enjoy the after-glow). But within just minutes that down
feeling passes and soon enough I am ready for more.  I began to feel the
same now, the 'after-gloom' I had been feeling was passing. My penis never
had lost interest in what the days activities might bring forth. Apparently
'it' had felt no loss of interest resulting from my earlier
experimentation.

I smiled back at my dog. Beginning to feel better and feel once again the
rush of excitement at being home alone and free to do anything I wanted and
with my privacy assured.

I should explain about my dog's name, Ku'uipo (koo-oo-E-po). It means
sweetheart in Hawaiian. Yes I did call him a he, and yes, HIS name is
Ku'uipo. I am the only one that knows his full name. I usually call him
Ku'u around others, which just means 'cherished' and I figured I could get
away with it. After this mornings events, I started calling him simply Ipo
in private. It means 'lover'. During this time when I had so many doubts
about myself, I could always count on his love for me to be there. He truly
was beautiful. Black and white, and from a long line of champions and grand
champions.  His spirit was even more beautiful. He was sitting by my bed,
directly facing me with his tongue hanging out, giving me his sweet doggie
smile and looking me in the eyes.

"You wondering what were going to do today"? I asked, and gave him a
scratch behind his ears. His body twitched and shifted just a bit with his
pleasure at knowing he had my full attention.  I expressed the last
vestiges of my after-gloom by sighing to him, "I don't know, but you
probably won't like it"! How wrong that turned out to be!

I hadn't gotten off yet and I knew I was going to take advantage of being
alone to do it in a very kinky way. I had peed already, but I knew I had
another load to take care of and it probably would not involve the
toilet. At least not right away.

I lay back on my bed. Absently letting my fingers play over my genitals. I
waited for my thoughts to carry me where my body and actions would soon
surrender themselves in scary excitement. I looked over at my faithful,
happily panting friend. I still wasn't sure where I would go in my fantasy
world today, so I patted the bed to say 'come join me while I think for a
bit'. I think he had been spring loaded for the last ten minutes hoping for
it, because I hardly touched the bed, before he was by my side and licking
my face making me giggle. I am not one of these people that was into
bestiality. I didn't even know the term other than having heard something
about a woman having sex with a dog. Having no great interest in women, I
didn't even think about it.

My dog was licking my face. Just being horny, or just because I loved his
eagerness to be with me, or who knows why; I just made a little kiss of
thank you toward his face. With his dog's quickness, he met my lips with a
tongue that swiped them a good one. I laughed and scratched his ear and
began to caress his silky coat. I felt real love for him at that moment. He
always accepted me so completely at a time I was troubled about myself. He
settled down next to me. Lying right against me, with half his weight on me
and a paw over my right bicep. I stroked his back with simple love in my
heart for him and smiled at his sweet face. As I continued to lovingly
stroke his back, I think I did a little transference. {"Is there any hope
for me doctor"? "No, you are a sick pervert, get out of my office.") I
thought about how much I wanted to sleep next to my best friend, my very
straight best friend, and caress his back. That would never happen.

But here was a friend that would accept anything I did and love me still. I
continued my loving slides down his warm silky coat and just looked at him,
my own eyes filled with love for him. I wasn't thinking about dog-sex or
doing anything weird with him, but I just felt so happy to have this sweet
companion, that I put my left hand beside his face, and very deliberately
moved my mouth to his to kiss his lips. His lips actually closed, but the
tip of his tongue poked out to meet and lick at my own lips. It makes me
wonder (as did other things later) but when I moved to him like that, he
didn't give me those big open mouth, eager and slobbery licks. His mouth
closed, and just the tip of his tongue peaked out to meet and swipe my
lips. It seemed like he knew this was something different. And without
planning it or realizing at first what was happening, I entered into
something at that moment that was indeed different.

I pressed my lips against his, and let his tongue wash over my lips for
maybe twenty seconds. Then I broke our kiss, and settled my head back on
the pillow. He had seemed to respond so differently, as if he knew this was
something special. But he had not turned away from nor rejected my
expression of love. I again thought of my best friend, how I wanted to
express my love for him in a physical way. I thought of that... and also
that maybe I could do just that with my dog.

But I didn't try to pretend this was my friend. I just began to love my dog
and show him my love physically. I didn't have any idea how far the dog
would be willing to go, nor did I have any idea what I might do or try. I
just knew that I was going to let myself go and try to do things I wanted
to with my best friend, only knowing this was my dog. An object of my love
that loved me also, whom I would try to express that love with physically.

I looked down at myself; my throbbing erection next to his hunched hips. I
rolled over slightly, bringing my rigid penis against his silky coat. And
pressed in, and moved back, repeating that motion for a while, enjoying the
sweet sensation it sent through my groin. He seemed to know, maybe from my
smell, that we were not just playing a typical boy and his dog game. My
heart shifted gears as I felt myself briefly fight then surrender to the
knowledge that as much as was possible, I was going to make love to my dog.

I slid down off the pillow so my head was next to his. I gently put my hand
on his muzzle, looked him in the eyes, and brought my mouth to his. Again
those closed jowls, and just the tip of the tongue. But this time I held
our kiss, and then let my own tongue come out and swipe over his. He seemed
to be getting into this as much as I was. His swipes became stronger and
more eager, and then I opened my mouth wide and let his tongue enter my
own. His own mouth opened, and I felt his tongue go in deep. Did my dog
know how to French kiss?!? No doubt the term never occurred to him, but the
action was all there and more. I felt his tongue exploring every part of my
mouth. Trying to lick up everything everywhere inside. My teeth, tongue,
gums, the roof of my mouth. His tongue could go so deep! I was losing
control, and felt that wild side of me let go. I pressed my own tongue into
his mouth and tried to lick every area within it. My mouth was completely
over his muzzle. Our tongues!
  lapping at each other's, and exploring ever part of the other's mouth
they could reach.

I finally broke the kiss. I was breathing heavily. For that matter the dog
was panting too. And he was acting so differently than you'd expect from
just normal play. Thoughts of what I had wanted to do with my friend
entered only as prompts for ways in which I would try to love my dog. I
rolled him over on his back. Just the tip of his penis emerged from his
sheath. I stroked his belly then very, very gently caressed his scrotum. He
seemed a bit nervous, but didn't bolt. I moved my hand up to his sheath,
and for the first time really felt him there. I had bathed him often, but
this was a loving exploration of his private equipment. He seemed okay with
my touch, and I felt his hard shaft enclosed within the sheath. I very
gently touched the tip of his penis, and still he was okay.

I think at that moment, when I was looking at the pink tip jutting just
beyond the sheath, that I first thought somewhere in the back of my head,
about what else I was going to try. I was getting so turned on. But the
thought hadn't clearly surfaced yet. That would come later. I moved over
him, so I was straddling him. And gently lowered myself down, so my groin
would rest on his sheath and belly. He got a little nervous when he felt
the pressure, but I held my weight off of him, and then kissed him
again. And as we kissed, I again lowered myself and applied just enough
pressure to feel his warm belly and hard sheath against my own hard cock.

I humped him just a bit and the feeling of his warm soft body underneath me
nearly made me shoot my load right away.

I moved completely off of him, not wanting to cum so quickly. He
immediately rolled over and stood up. His penis was now further out of the
sheath. I put my hand on the sheath and slid up to touch the exposed part
of his penis. He made a couple of slight humping motions. Then I held his
sheath and manipulated it rubbing his penis inside. I could see it move
forward, more and more coming out. That really got me excited. The
butterflies were flapping away in my belly. His cute little penis was
sticking out several inches. Kind of slimy looking, but so fascinating.

Although it looked slick already, I spit on my hand, not wanting to risk
causing him any discomfort and having him retract his shaft. Then I grasped
his exposed penis. Maybe three or four inches long, and about the thickness
of my thumb. My worries about him retracting were immediately dispelled as
he began to rapidly hump against my hand. He seemed to be loving it. I felt
his slick pole sliding in and out through my wrapped fingers and felt his
penis swell and come out still further.

I stopped and just looked at him, the object of my intense fascination
didn't retract a bit, it just hung out there, throbbing like my own. I laid
back down with my head on the pillow just to catch my breath. I looked down
at my faithful companion and could see his still throbbing doggie penis
between his legs. Then I saw there was stuff squirting out! My immediate
reaction was to sit up and put my hand under him. He was cumming! And I
didn't want to miss it! So I put my hand under him and felt this warm
liquid coming out in short, tiny but strong jets. And it just kept coming!
"How long are you going to cum!", I said aloud. He had a silly looking
'grin' and his tongue was hanging way out. I said to him, "Yeah, if I ever
came for that long I'd have a silly grin too, and my tongue would be on the
floor!"

At the time, I knew nothing about the sexual mechanics of dogs. I finally
figured this was something different, as it seemed it would go on
forever. I brought the puddle in my hand to my nose and inhaled. It didn't
smell that strong to me at the time, but there was a definite dog odor,
or... well... I dunno, smell it yourself sometime and you tell me!  I
brought it to my mouth, and was going to taste it, but I chickened out and
just wiped it off with my old underwear. I lay back down just to catch my
breath. He didn't move, but bent his head down and licked my shoulder. It
felt cool to have him doing that. It felt like he was saying thanks, and
that he too liked what we were sharing together. I scooted up, so my nipple
was right under his mouth. He took a couple of swipes, which felt great,
but lost interest. But that sparked my own interest! What if he would lick
my penis!

I debated a long time... like maybe two seconds. Then I was sitting up, and
moving my throbbing cock under his head. I was scared that he would bite it
or something. How would I explain that to my parents! 'Uh... I was just
bending down to get my underwear and , uh, I don't know why... but, uh...'

But he did seem to know what was going on and he had never bitten me.

So I moved under him, wondering how I would get him to lick it, when he
immediately went to work on it. Not just a couple of swipes this time! He
seemed to be a born cocksucker. I guess the tastes and odors turn him on
too. His velvety, yet sandpapery tongue kept swiping the head of my
cock. He'd lick down the shaft and in my pubes. But always concentrating
most on the head. And with each swipe of his warm wet tongue, my
unencumbered cock would leap on it's own accord. It also kept leaking gobs
of pre-cum, which gave my dog more to lick up. I lay back down and spent
the next few moments in heaven as he sent electrifying sensations through
my groin. Mostly licking my cock, but occasionally giving my balls some
good swipes, and also the cleft between my balls and thigh which I learned
at that moment felt so good I could hardly bear it. It was as if he were
letting go too. Dropping the inhibitions and going crazy! His swipes
getting stronger and more insistent.

Then the thought clearly hit me. My heart went into overdrive. {"Man, why
can't I just be satisfied with mildly strange, why do I have to go to
sickly, perverted". "Shut up! Let's have fun!"} My uninhibited,
uncondemning friend was doing such wonderful things to me. I would return
the favor! I sat up and my heart was pounding. His penis still hung out,
though it had retracted a bit, and seemed to have stopped it's spurting. I
scooted myself way down on the bed, so I was next to him, then scooted my
head under him. I caressed his back, trying to reassure him I was loving
him and he could trust me. I wrapped my fingers around his exposed shaft
again, and once again, he started humping, and soon I felt his cute
doggie-cock come out to it's full extension, slipping past the end of my
hand so I could see the tip. I was terrified. But I was so hot and horny
thinking about what I was about to do. I slipped my hand down so I held the
base of the exposed part with two fingers, and pu!
 t that wet and slick dog penis in my mouth. I closed my lips around it,
closed my eyes, and just started to suck and move my lips up and down his
shaft. What was I doing!? But it was so hot! And I loved the feel and the
taste of it in my mouth.

His penis seemed to get thicker still. Then I felt the knot swelling. I had
some vague recollection of knots and dogs 'tyeing'.  I panicked because I
could feel this huge lump growing just inside his sheath. I was really
afraid he was going to hurt himself, so I just worked with my fingers to
bring the knot past the end of the sheath. Gosh! That thing was huge!, I
was glad I got it out before it had swollen even more.  I don't know if he
could really get hurt if it were inside the sheath, but it sure looked like
it! I put my fingers behind it, to keep it from slipping back in. At the
time, I didn't know that that would be the trigger that tells him he is
inside his bitch, and time to really get to it. His whole penis swelled to
twice it's original thickness at least. It actually started to look kind of
gross, with veins sticking out and taking on a purplish and bloated
appearance. But he had serviced me, and I would do the same for him.

Just before I put my mouth back over this thing, the squirts came jetting
out again. Now what? I thought. And then, before I could let myself change
my mind, I just put my mouth over it, and sucked him. I could feel the
spurts, small but strong jets hitting my tongue. I just kept sucking and
moving my lips up and down, wondering if he would 'cum' in some other way
or just would keep up this endless stream of jets.

Finally, my mouth was feeling full, and I was afraid to swallow. So I
backed off and spit it into that same poor pair of underwear. I lay back
down, my mouth feeling kind of tingly. Amazed that I had just sucked on a
male dog's penis. Tasted his semen. My mind raced, with excitement and some
fears too about the experience. Why was my mouth tingling? Would I end up
with a rash! That would also be pretty hard to explain!

My dog started licking me 'down there' again. I loved it, but needed a
minute to recover from this last thing. So I just rolled over on my
stomach. As I continued to digest this experience I felt old faithful's
tongue once again setting out to please his master. My eyes flew open and I
propped my head up and looked back. My dog was licking my butt! And
heading.... dang!!!!!!!!! was AT my hole... oh geez.... ahhhhh, wow! The
feeling was incredible. I had never felt a tongue, human or other at that
place and didn't realize how great it could feel. And like with my mouth,
he seemed to love that spot and want to get as deep inside as he could. I
put my hands back, gave him a scratch on the ears and told him "good boy!"
then spread my cheeks and raised my butt to give him better access. Oh man,
it felt so warm, wet and stimulating.

I was still full in there, and he could probably smell and taste a bit of
that. He seemed to be wanting to get his tongue up there and dig for it!
Well, I guess I had done the same myself with a finger, but now it seemed
my dog maybe had the same kinks that I did!

Well, this got me on a whole 'nother track. The one I had expected to get
on earlier this morning, only not with a dog as part of it. The kink wheels
started turning, and my heart started thudding as I thought about how to
include my kinky companion.  I guess teenagers go so wild because they can
handle it. If I were fifty, I probably would have had a heart attack by
now. I was sweating with excitement, not physical exertion. My furry friend
was doing all the work. And with pounding heart and blinding frenzy, I knew
we were just about to 'kick it up a notch'.

I gave a few moments thought to logistics... how could we accomplish this
next experiment in the extreme. Then I sat up, got on my knees in front of
my dog for just a moment, just to let him lick my cock in that position for
a moment. Mmmm, more of that later! Then I moved away and grabbed the
pillow. Laughing at the expression on my dog's face {hey! I wasn't
finished, don't you like it?}, then smiling a bit evilly as I prepped for
our next adventure into the unknown (I do like it, but I think you're gonna
Love what's coming). I put the pillow under my butt, and lay down with my
legs spread wide. Using my right leg to maneuver my dog between my legs. He
thought he got the idea, and started going to work on my cock again. But I
then let him know that I had something else planned. I bent forward enough
to get my hand behind his butt, and gently pull him so his front paws were
on top of my chest. I swear his expression was like slight confusion, but
as if to say, 'I trust you M!
 aster, and I love this, and I'm horny too, just show me what to do'. And I
felt like I was finally getting to do some things I had fantasized about
with 'someone' I loved, and that loved me too and didn't reject me, but
wanted to be with me like this.

I kissed him again, to let him know it was okay, and we were just going to
have some more fun. Then I grabbed his sheath again, and started to
manipulate him again. Didn't take much work.  The next part was scary for
me, and for him too I think. He wasn't quite sure what I had in mind, but I
pushed him back a little... (next time, a t-shirt on to avoid the scratches
from his paws on my chest).

I tried to guide his penis right into my butt! Damn, I must be crazy, but I
was just so horny, I wanted to see what it would feel like to have
something other than my finger in there. And something live! And not my
own. And moving under it's own power.  We struggled with positioning a bit,
he either was not sure about doing this, or not sure about how. But was
pretty patient about letting me try. Finally, a second cushion under me to
get my butt higher, and that was it.

With his front paws on my chest, his rear paws between my legs, I put my
hand on his butt and moved him forward. I felt his stiff and pointed penis
stab around my perineum. I moved my hand from his bottom and used it to
guide the shaft to my hole. Then it was there. Oh god! Deep breath, here we
go. Then we went! I was expecting to have to push him forward again, but he
had found his mark, and started jabbing in little humps, going right inside
with no problem. Fortunately, he was still a bit too far away, so his
thrusts did not go in that deep. But with my eyes wide, senses sizzling, I
moved his butt closer to me, so his penetrations went deeper. Then he
really got into it.  His paws scratched along my chest as he tried to pull
in and hunch himself into me. I could feel him deep inside, and it was so
hot! My dog was fucking me! I used my hand on his behind to hold him tight
against me, and he just humped away, moving in and out rapidly. I felt some
pain near the opening, where I hadn't before. His penis was small enough
when it entered, and naturally lubed. Then I thought about the knot! I
moved so fast, I actually pulled all the way off of him. And sure enough,
there was the knot swelling just outside the end of the sheath. I moved
back, gave him some reassuring pats, then began to maneuver back onto his
shaft. We had it worked out now, so it was easier this time. Only I held
his penis just behind the knot. And again, he started spurting his jets of
pre-cum. That in itself felt wonderful. Now it was spurting on my hole, on
my balls and cock. I used it as lube to jerk myself. I felt the warm tiny
splashes on my stomach, and just let him cum all over me for a while.

But holding his knot tightly back there, also had that other effect. His
cock became engorged and swollen. An ugly monster, at least to me, to put
that up my butt.... it was plenty big, maybe too big.

But horniness persisted and I put it at my hole, and used my hand on the
knot to control the entry. His penis felt as big as it looked. But I let it
in and he seemed to love it. I kept a hand on the knot so it wouldn't go
into me but otherwise gave him as much freedom as I could. He humped like
crazy again. Then just seemed to hold still, just giving an occasional
thrust. I tried to feel the spurts of his cum in my bowels, but really
couldn't be sure. But just knowing he was cumming inside of me. My dog! He
had that silly, tongue out grin and seemed to be really enjoying our games.

Finally I pulled off of him, and... well what happened next is pretty heavy
reading. Please just skip it if you enjoyed this but have no interest in
scat. Just know that I did cum. And though my dog had been spurting for so
long, and my own ejaculation was comparatively short, I think the quantity
must have rivaled his!

----------------------------

Further Developments part 3 (scat/bestiality)

I was shaking and felt lost in this incredible experience I was having with
my dog. I had never sucked a guys cock. Only wanted to with my best
friend. And now I had just sucked a dog's cum jetting penis, and then let
him fuck me!  As I mentioned earlier, I was really full back there. I
hadn't taken a dump that morning, and had a big load. I guess the dog had
loosened up my bowels a bit.

When I pulled off of him, I could immediately smell a mixture of
odors... doggie odors with an overarching smell of feces... My feces, from
my still full butt. The smell didn't make me sick or gross me out. It was
the smell that had resulted from the hottest kinkiest experience I had ever
had. And I still hadn't gotten off and was horny as hell.

I looked down at my groin area, and there was my dog's still grossly
swollen cock hanging out at it's full length, knot fully swollen, still
spurting jets of hot liquid. And I could feel my rear end was wet with that
liquid, with the load of it that had accumulated inside of me and spilled
out as I pulled off. And wet with something more too. From the way my
bottom felt and smelled I knew I must be both wet and brown down there, and
if I had any doubts I only had to look at my dog's bloated cock. It now was
not only slick with his natural juices, it was stained brown and had
streaks of pasty shit on it.

I know it is weird, but I found myself wishing I could put my mouth over my
own hole and taste my dogs cum right from where he had injected it. The
thought just made me hotter, and that crazy, scary surrender to uninhibited
filthy sex just got stronger. I did want to taste that, and I realized I
could! I may not be able to put my mouth on my own anus, but there was my
dogs cock, no longer cute and pink, but swollen and hanging out like an
ugly sausage. Slicked over and streaked with my own shit.  And still
spurting his juice; so much that it had made a large stain on my bed just
between my legs.

I was so nervous about what I was going to do, that I felt weak. I began to
shift and move my head down to my dog. My arms were so shaky I almost fell
flat on the bed. I had turned around and was on my knees on the bed with my
dog. I bent over to kiss him again. Knowing that I would let him stick his
tongue inside my mouth, and I would put mine in his and lick and taste him
while he tasted me. It was a long and deep kiss during which I surrendered
myself even more to my lust. Then I scooted back and lay with my head next
to my dogs strongly smelling cock. As I did, my chest rested on the wet and
messy puddle of gunk that had spilled from my hole when I pulled off of my
dog. But it just excited me even more that I was letting myself get dirty
with my dog's cum and my own feces. I grasped his cock at the base, put my
nose next to it and inhaled deeply of this mixture of shit and dog-cum. I
looked at it for a moment longer, just taking in the reality of what I was
about to do.

Then I held it up and opened my mouth wide. I put that dark smelly still
spurting cock in my mouth and began to suck it clean. The taste was
incredible. I had expected to be overwhelmed with the taste of my
feces. And that unique, dark and tangy taste was there, but there was
more. The taste of my own dogs sexual stimulation was also strong and
musky. It was the taste of sex. Dog sex! And it worked like an injection of
potent aphrodisiac. I sucked and licked and cleaned with my tongue. And
swallowed! My own shit, and my dog's hot cum. As it got cleaner, the shit
taste diminished, but I just let myself feel his spurts hitting my tongue
in repeated warm splashes. Let it accumulate in my mouth, Tasting it,
turned on by it. Then when there was a good accumulation, swallowing it all
down in a gulp!

I finally pulled my mouth off of him. And knew that with my privacy ensured
and lustful freedom I had surrended to, I was not going to stop here. I had
gone down the road so far already. I may never get the courage to try this
again. I was going to get as wild and filthy as possible. And I knew my
butt was still full even though it kind of missed the presence of my dog's
cock inside of it. It was still full of my shit.

I again moved my butt down towards my dog. I took his swollen rod and
reinserted it in my butt. My dog was hardly moving now. He just let me move
him into me. I humped myself up and down to feel him slide in and out my
sensitive hole. I had let my dog fuck me, had licked his shit streaked
cock, and now I was fucking myself on him. And I wanted more of that taste
I had experienced. I wanted to really get dirty.

I bore down, letting the load inside of me move down my bowels toward my
plugged opening. Feeling my shit come down and surround his doggie cock.
The smells were strong now, and intoxicated me further. I pulled off of him
again, trying to relax my hole so it didn't clean off his cock as it slid
out of me.

His doggie cock was heavily coated now with pure smelly dark brown
shit. Almost as thick as peanut butter spread on toast, and almost as
pasty. Inhaling the odor gave me a rush stronger than I ever got from the
poppers I would try many years later. My dog bent his head down to lick
himself. But I gently moved his head away. I again shifted, then kissed my
dog deeply, then moved down, seeing more of a messy brown pile of shit on
the bed, which I excitedly lowered my chest against. This time I could feel
the warmth of the gooey mess as it squished over my chest.

I smelled along the length of his shit coated cock, then put my mouth over
the whole thing and sucked and licked. The taste was almost purely of shit
now. It was strong, but I didn't stop. I kept licking and feeling the pasty
mess start to dissolve in my mouth. I swallowed, and kept licking and
swallowing. I was unconsciously humping my bed and almost came. When it was
nearly clean, I again put his dick up my butt, and with total abandonment I
pushed down hard, forcing my shit down over his cock, and pushed still
more, so I felt some spill out of my asshole. I withdrew slowly, and this
time kept pushing my shit out as I withdrew. I even pushed a bit more after
I felt it completely out. I looked down to see between my trembling legs
that his cock was not just coated this time.

It was covered with an incredible amount of shit, so much so, that it piled
nearly an inch thick in places, and dripped over and clung tenaciously
along the bottom of his shaft. There was a large clump near the base, at
the bottom. Thick and bumpy dark brown shit.

I moved down and again pushed my chest into the spreading pile on the bed,
wiggling down into it. I grasped my dogs cock as far back as I could to not
'spoil' any more of the huge mess on his cock than necessary to hold him
toward my mouth. I had to open so wide to get not just his penis, but the
mass of shit surrounding it. Keeping my mouth wide open and my tongue out
of the way, I put his filthy penis inside me as far as I could. Then I
closed my lips around it, pressed my tongue onto it, letting the it squish
against the clayey mass. I could feel the shit covering the top of his cock
spreading over the roof of my mouth. I just closed in on this dog cock and
let my own shit that was covering it mush throughout my whole mouth.  The
dark, earthy, crude taste short circuiting my senses. I sucked back and my
mouth was off his cock, but so full!

I squished the load of turd around in my mouth. Pulling my tongue back,
then driving it into the center of my packed mouth, squishing it up to the
roof and back down and side to side, letting my tongue wallow in my own
waste. I began to swallow, a few times gagging a bit, but taking more and
more back into me for a second time around. When that huge quantity was
nearly consumed, I bent over and gave my dog a shit filled kiss. And my
kinky friend lapped it up inside my mouth as I shared with him in our
perversion.

I reached back under me and bore down, filling my hand with warm, sticky,
sloppy shit. I brought my hand up to my face and in my frenzy plunged my
face down into it. Feeling the warm cloying mess spread over my lips, my
cheeks, my chin, my nose, just below my eyes. I covered myself with it,
buried myself in it. Then opened my mouth and crammed it into my mouth.

I again reached back and filled my hand with everything I had left.
Straining to squeeze out every last bit I could. I painted my dogs cock
with some of it, used my other hand to raise him up to standing position,
then rolled over on my back, getting the shit piled on my bed onto my back
now. Sliding through it to place my head under my dogs shit coated cock. I
began to suck him, and reached back with my still shit-filled hand and
wrapped it around my cock. It was warm and mushy and incredibly sensuous as
it enveloped my penis in thick, warm and slippery heat.  My mouth was on my
dog's cock. My dog's cock that had been inside of my butt and fucked me and
cum in me and was still cumming in my mouth!  Filling it along with my own
shit! My shit that was also on my back and chest and all over my face. My
still warm shit that was soaking my penis in incredible sensations of
warmth and slickness.

I felt myself going over the edge, and tried to hold back just a little
longer, but that only made the pressure build until it burst out of me so
hard it must have come close to the ceiling. I know I came a lot, and never
did find where those first few incredible jets of pure ecstasy landed.
Spurt; suck; taste; feel and nearly scream with the force of it all. Spurt
again.. again.... again... another strong and heavy shot.... still more,
diminishing in strength but not in quantity, feeling my hot semen now
gushing over my hand and hitting my stomach. Triggering yet another spasm
of orgasmic pleasure, another, and then finally subsiding to hard throbs
and a little seepage. I had taken myself to the edge, and gone beyond, and
into the depths of where I never thought to go. But it had been such an
incredibly hot experience.

I lay with my head still under my dog. His still dirty cock dragging
against my equally dirty cheek. Then he moved down, seeing the cum and
began to lick at it. I yelped out loud as his sandpaper tongue scraped over
my now excruciatingly sensitive head. I had to stop him. He lay down,
seemingly as exhausted as me, and began to clean himself. I could not even
move for several minutes as we both lay panting, me and my best friend, my
kinky friend. Gives whole new meaning to 'A Boy and His Dog'. One most
would never want to explore, but I was glad I had.