Date: Tue, 2 Sep 2003 04:00:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scatcurious808 <scatcurious808@gay.com>
Subject: Unexpected Development (scat)

{This story involves sexual acts between males. Maybe more importantly to
the potential reader, it involves things which many people would consider
very filthy, disgusting and gross. If you don't want to be exposed to that,
don't read any further. Fair warning.}

Prologue:

I went into the bookstore to kill some time. My interest was mostly in
computer related stuff. But I was checking the "Literature" section for
sci-fi or horror or whatever might attract my attention. I like a wide
range of books... from Stephen King to Shakespeare.

I had time, so I was just browsing. I picked up a book whose cover caught
my eye. I really had no idea whatsoever what is was about. And remember,
this was in the literature section, right next to James Fennimore Cooper in
fact. Not in the "Gay Literature" section.

I opened to a page in the middle and started reading about half way down
the page.  This is pretty close to what I read.

'I thrust my curled muscle through his sphincter. Forcing my tongue into
his warm channel...'

I really don't recall it exactly, but that is close enough. I had been
married at the time for close to twenty years, and had tried my best to
suppress the real me... the gay me. But when I read that, I was instantly
hard and felt myself flush with excitement! Having suppressed the gay side
of me; beyond knowing that guy's turn me on and girls don't, I'd never even
thought about what I'd really do with a guy beyond admire his cock and want
to touch him. I'd never thought of rimming or anal sex even. I guess maybe
my reaction to that line should have been an indication of where my
interests lie.

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It was in the sixties, before anyone had heard of Aids. Also, the Internet
was in it's infancy and wasn't a means of meeting other guys who were...
well... different. I was 17 and a typical horny-all-the-time teenager.
Well, maybe not typical. The things that really turned me on never involved
girls. But I was sure turned on most of the time. I had gone into the
restroom at Sear's. It wasn't because I needed to pee. It was because
'that' feeling had struck my gut again, and I knew that lots of times other
guys went in there to masturbate and maybe fool around with the guy in the
stall next to them.

Only one stall was occupied and I went into the one next to it. We were
both quiet, and my heart began to pound as I realized he was not making any
of the noises that usually accompany a bowel movement. So maybe he was, as
I hoped, playing with himself. I bent down slightly, but only a little. Too
scared to let him see that I was looking. I noticed his loosened belt
buckle was swinging freely... and rhythmically! I felt a rush of excitement
as now I was sure he was masturbating. I sat back and spread my legs and
began to fondle my penis. I figured even if he wasn't into doing something
with me, he couldn't blame me for doing the same thing he was. So if he saw
my feet spread and could tell I was masturbating it didn't matter.

The door opened and someone else walked in. I instantly put my feet back
together and sat up, noticing a similar reaction by the guy next to me. The
new 'intruder' just used the urinal, washed up and left. In the silence
after the door closed I thought I could hear my heart start to pound again.

I knew now that the guy next to me must know what I was doing and that I
knew what he was doing. I watched his foot, and sure enough, what I hoped
(and almost feared at the same time) happened. His foot moved just slightly
toward mine. I responded by moving mine slightly toward his. Then he did it
again and so did I. Then he tapped his foot. I copied him. He tapped twice
and so did I. Then I tapped three times. He copied me.

My heart was racing and my breathing became heavy and laboured as the
'butterflies' took of in my stomach. I saw him bend down and look under the
divider. I opened my legs wide and let him see my penis. I let him see that
I was holding it in my hand and stroking it slowly. I felt cool wetness on
my thighs and saw I was leaking gobs of pre-cum. He moved back to sitting
and then I bent down to look at him. He wasn't that cute, a bit older than
me, but he had a big mushroom headed cock. No it wasn't 10 or 11 inches.
Maybe six, like mine. But it was beautiful. He motioned and I got down on
my knees and scooted my crotch under the wall.

The younger readers out there probably don't understand this so well.
Nowadays there is the Internet, personals, chat rooms and a decent bar
scene. But when your hormones are raging, you go with what's available...
and this was one of the fews ways back then to do something with another
guy and (hopefully) not get caught. It was a less accepting generation. For
those of us who went through it... in a way it was sad that much of the sex
was with someone whom you never even saw their face. But on the other hand,
there is something really exciting about sticking your cock through a hole
or under the wall of a stall, not really knowing what is about to happen to
it! Maybe that is why some of us from that generation still go back to it
on occasion.

As I went down and my knees scooted over the coolness of the bathroom floor
into the next stall, I didn't get my member cutoff by some homophobic
nut. Instead, I felt the most wonderfully soft touch as his hands began to
caress my rigid penis. Then his other hand gently fondled my scrotum. It
felt so wonderful. Then I felt the warm moistness of his mouth enveloping
my penis. I was in heaven.

The restroom door opened again and we both quickly sat back. As soon as the
door closed when the guy left, I motioned for him to get down. I saw him
scootch under the wall and had a close up view of his penis. Fully erect,
scrotum pulled up close. Leaking the clear fluid that showed how excited he
was. I tried to match his previous soft caress, enjoying the feel of his
silky erection in my hand. I then bent down and put my trembling lips
around the head. Taking the glans into my mouth and gently sucking. I took
in more of it. Feeling its size and firmness in my mouth. Caressing it's
smooth skin with my tongue. I was getting so turned on! I continued to
stimulate his manhood with my mouth, and fondled his scrotum with one hand
while caressing his thigh with the other.

I knew he was loving it, and that made me feel good. I just wanted to
please him. I slid my hand back to caress his buttocks. They felt so firm
and soft and smooth. I played my finger down between his cheeks. Alert for
any negative reaction. He seemed to enjoy it and shifted slightly to give
me better access. I lightly brushed right across his anus with my finger,
and encouraged by his slight wriggle, pressed down and gently played with
his opening. I actually heard him moan in pleasure. I quickly moistened my
finger with saliva and returned it to his opening. Wondering if he wanted
me to enter his anus. After circling it for a moment, I began to press the
tip gently in. I returned my finger to my mouth to moisten it more. As I
did, I caught the scent of his anus. Pungent and different. But not
unpleasant. I smelled more deeply. It didn't seem gross, but rather manly.

I again pressed into his anus, feeling him push back and try to get my
finger inside of him. I pushed in to the first knuckle. It felt dry, and I
wanted to give him nothing but pleasure, not hurt him, so I withdrew to get
more saliva. Again I took the time to enjoy the aroma. It was stronger now
and I inhaled it deeply. When I wet my finger I could taste a slight
tanginess. Again, it didn't gross me out. After all, it wasn't like thee
was feces on it. Just a tiny amount of the normal secretions from that
area. It seemed somehow natural and manly. It excited me to know I was
tasting a bit of this most private part of a person.

I pressed my finger in again. I knew he was enjoying it, and pressed in as
far as I could, burying my finger all the way inside of him. As I did, he
bore down a little, like he was taking a dump, in order to open up and give
me easier entry. My whole focus was to give him pleasure, but I jerked
slightly as I felt my finger come into contact with something warm and of
unmistakable consistency. I didn't want him to be embarrassed, nor did I
want to stop, so I just pressed in as hard and far as I could. Moving in
and out slightly. Continually touching the end of what was in his
bowels. It had probably moved down as he bore down to let me in.

The door opened again and I withdrew as gently yet quickly as I could. As I
sat back and waited for this new occupant to leave, I looked at my finger
and saw the tip had a little bit of his feces on it, and the sides had a
very slight brown tinge. A few moments earlier, the very slight scent I had
picked up had seemed manly, and natural. So I brought my finger closer to
examine it, and to smell it. My heart was going furiously now. I inhaled.
Then I blew out all the air in my lungs and slowly inhaled again. Taking
time to savor this smell that was turning me on so much.

I suppose it was because I knew the smell turned me on that I even allowed
myself to consider what I did next. I began to think about tasting it.
After all, I'd already had a slight taste when I moistened my finger
before. And yeah, I had kinda liked it. But this was an actual piece of
shit. Very, very small... but still... the real thing and not just a little
bit of scent or secretion. Then, I knew that I Was going to taste it. And
the thought drove me wild. My penis was dripping strings of pre-cum more
than it ever had. I took one more long inhale of this scent I was growing
enamored with. Then moved the tip of my finger to my tongue. I felt my
tongue encounter a pastiness. Then the pungent taste I'd experienced before
hit me, but stronger. Still, it was not bad. I even kind of liked it!
Before I could change my mind I sucked hard at the end of my finger and
took all of the tiny mess into my mouth. I Did like it! I wanted more!

The guy using the urinal left and I immediately put my finger back into my
'partner' and pushed in as far as I could, feeling the end of the turd and
wanting to get more of it... lots of it! I actually started digging for
it. I wondered if the guy would be able to tell what I was really doing.
The door opened again, and as I withdrew I kept the tip of my finger
slightly crooked, to try to bring out more of his shit.

As I sat back, I looked. This time, there was a definite piece of shit
coating my fingertip. Not huge, but enough! I smelled and it was a lot
stronger now. Much sharper, and it smelled this time.... well, more like
shit than just a manly odor.  Then the door closed... the latest guy had
only come in to wash his hands and had left too quickly. I knew my 'friend'
would be moving down again, but I didn't want to miss smelling and maybe
even tasting it. I breathed the heady smell in through my nose even as the
guy moved back down to receive more of the treatment I'd been giving
him. It occurred to me I couldn't put my finger back in with it coated with
shit. Without stopping to think more (and maybe change my mind) I put the
finger in my mouth and sucked all of the shit off of it. The taste was a
lot stronger now. And like the smell, more like shit than just a manly odor
or taste.

I got my finger back in and because he again had borne down to aid my
entry, I felt more of the turd inside of him. I thrust my finger as deeply
as I could and again tried to get as much as I could on my finger. It felt
exciting to feel my finger, enveloped in his warm channel, pushing into the
mass of shit inside of him. Gooey, pasty and warm shit. Again the door! I
wished it was more private! But this time there was really a lot when I
pulled out my finger.

My finger was heavily coated and reeking of shit.  I was wild with
excitement. This was all so new, and forbidden, and strange, and just so
incredible. What was I doing! Again I inhaled repeatedly. Then touched my
tongue to the large chunk of shit on my finger. It extended from the tip to
the second knuckle and was about a third of an inch thick. I wanted to put
it in my mouth but was scared. The latest 'intruder' had left the restroom,
and I hardly noticed as I fought my desire to taste it, to consume it,
along with my feeling that is was wrong and dirty.

My 'neighbor' had not yet moved down, maybe because he saw no shift of my
position. Or maybe he thought I wanted a turn with his ministrations.  But
I could do nothing until I decided what to do with the shit on my finger. I
didn't want to just wipe it off. I might never get another chance to taste
a guys shit like this. I brought the finger to my mouth and touched my
tongue to it... then pushed my tongue straight into it. As I did this, I
raised my head from the previous hunched over position and as it came
level, in my peripheral vision, with my tongue having just pressed deeply
into this guys shit.... I saw he had stood up on the toilet seat and was
looking over the partition! I jerked my finger away, but knew it was too
late. I looked up and sheepishly mouthed "sorry", but he just smiled and
nodded. Then he put his finger to his tongue and nodded at me again.
Guessing his meaning, I brought the finger back to my mouth. And watching
him watching me, touched my tongue to his feces.  He just smiled and seemed
to think it was hot. So I got bold. I licked the length of it. Then again
and again. Then put the whole finger in my mouth and sucked it all off! My
cock was throbbing and jerking with each beat of my racing heart.

He whispered, "That's Hot"! And got back down so I could get more.

This time we worked together. Him bearing down some, me digging for this
strange treasure. I got a big clump on my finger and sat back. Waiting for
him to look over the top of the wall. When he did, I smelled it several
times. It was the smell that intoxicated me. Not the gassy smell, like a
fart, but the darker, musky smell after the gas dissipates, of ripe shit.
Inhaling it gave me the boldness to taste it. I then put the whole thing in
my mouth and sucked it off. I could feel this big lump of material in my
mouth. Knowing what it was made it seem huge. And it was about a
teaspoonful, which considering the substance is quite a bit. I opened my
mouth to let him see it in there. Then mashed it and swallowed it.

He cupped his hand. I looked quizzically at him, but then understood. I
wasn't ready to have this guy shit in my hand, much less do anything with
it if he did! But he had already gotten back down. I was excited, scared
and aroused. But I was not willing to do this thing. But there he was, this
time crouched with his back to me so I could catch his shit in my hand. I
guess he hadn't seen my first timid tastes, and for all he knew I did this
all the time. I got down with my mind racing, my heart pumping feverishly.
What was I going to do. It seems strange now to have had these feelings
about a stranger and especially one in these circumstances. But I was so
caught up in pleasing him at first, and now it was so important to me that
I not disappoint him or make him feel uncomfortable. I didn't know what to
do! I put my hands on his buttocks and caressed as I tried to give myself a
few more moments to think. Then I just slid one of my hands under him, and
cupped it under his anus. Dreading yet strangely excited about what was
about to happen I fastened my eyes on his anus. I saw his buttocks clench
and relax as he began to push.

His sphincter twitched some then stayed open and I saw the tip of his turd
slowly emerge. It fascinated me! I was still scared, but I know that at
that moment, I wanted this to happen. The log came inexorably out. I cupped
my fingers under it, letting the tip protrude about two inches over my
fingertips, because I wanted to be able to catch his whole log in my hand
without letting it fold over on itself. His hole opened wide and the turd
was well on it's way out of his ass now. It seemed to swell until it was
huge in diameter (and actually, it really was).  I moved my hand further
under him, slowly so the turd would lie along my hand. Then it was on my
wrist, and still it came! It got about five inches past my wrist and up my
arm, and still it came, I moved quickly back under him, breaking off what
had been a continuous log, but knowing I couldn't take any more in one
straight piece. He then dropped another four inches along my wrist and
arm. I was happy to see that it landed next to, not on top of what I
already had. Then he sat back up. And so did I.

I was gapping wide-mouthed at what was in my hand. The sight was awesome!
The whole thing was mind blowing. What I had done. What he had done. What
we were doing together. I had just let a guy take a shit in my hand!, And
it was huge! And warm!! And... I felt sadly resigned that I was so
perverted, but I realized that I was totally entranced by this thing in my
hands. It seemed beautiful, not gross, to me.

There was a small, almost separated chunk at the tip. Then a wide, smooth,
well formed turd began just above my finger tips. Firm enough to not drip
or bend down, but soft enough to sag slightly over my fingertips. It was
dark brown. Not nuggets, but firm, and yet creamy smooth. It had a diameter
that I can only say turned me on. Maybe because it was so much like a cock
in size. About three or four inches down, the diameter of it swelled even
more and was somehow sexily fat. About six inches down, where it reached my
wrist, it returned to a smaller diameter, but still as big as a cock. It
extended past my wrist, becoming softer and getting a still creamy but now
bumpy texture. The last log that had fallen separately along my arm was
also softer with that bumpy yet creamy texture. It was so huge and there
was so much. I felt the weight of it in my hand. The warmth of it lying in
my palm.

At some point in my ogling of this beautiful thing, my friend had resumed
his post at the top of the wall to see what I would do. I looked up at him
and mouthed "It's huge!!!"

I knew he wanted to watch me touch it, taste it or do something. I looked
up at him and he stuck his tongue out... indicating for me to do that. I
smelled along the entire long length of it. And repeated it, letting the
smell get me intoxicated enough to do what I knew I would do next. I loved
it's warmth, and I bent my head over and pressed my lips firmly against the
firmer part in my hand. I was kissing his turd! I ran my lips in small back
and forth motions over it. Feeling it's pasty smoothness and heat. I stuck
my tongue on it. I opened my lips wide and put them over a section of it.
Entranced by the experience of knowing I had my lips wrapped over another
guy's turd. I pulled back and looked at it more, it's size, length and
weight... Smelled it again along its length, looked at him, then stuck my
tongue out, positioned it at the end on my arm... and licked the entire
length!

I actually just licked this guys turd, while he watched, and along the
whole length of it! My cock was throbbing and I masturbated with my free
hand. I then licked the whole length again, not once, but five times, like
it was a Popsicle. And I could see the track of my tongue, and taste the
shit in my mouth. I swallowed what I had gotten and licked more.

Then I maneuvered my arm to bring the end of it that was hanging over my
fingertips to my mouth. I pulled that little chunk off the end, the one
that was nearly separated, and used just my lips to move it down to a bare
spot on my hand. I pulled back and looked at the size of this little chunk,
and decided I could handle it. I then sucked the piece into my mouth,
opened my mouth to show him, then mashed it up and swallowed it.

I then took that same end, that looked so much like a cock and had similar
firmness to it, and I treated it like a cock. I encircled it with my lips
and brought more and more of it into my mouth until I felt the end of it at
the back of my throat! I had a huge amount of this guys turd in my mouth!
And I began to suck it like a dick. The taste was very strong now. But I
was getting used to it. I sucked in and out, then forced even more in my
mouth. When I finally withdrew, I 'shit' it out of my mouth in a way to let
it stand straight up from the palm of my hand. I marveled at the size and
amount of turd I had had in my mouth. I put my mouth back onto it and
sucked, and again left it standing upright in my hand.

Then I moved to the softer sections along my arm by the wrist. I gave it a
lick, and being softer left a deep trench in it and felt the mass of soft
warm feces on my tongue. I mashed and swallowed it and became even more
lost in my lustful depravity. I took an even deeper lick, and consumed
it. Then I actually licked up about two inches of the softer shit... all of
it... into my mouth and mashed it and consumed it.

I took the upright log in my mouth again, and after sucking it I bit off
about an inch and a half of the end. This was much firmer, and I bit right
through it with my teeth. I had actually just taken a bite... a Big bite of
this guys turd. I didn't just mash this time. I chewed and mashed and
tasted. It almost made me gag, but I just slowed down and worked it until I
had swallowed all of that too. I sucked in the remaining upright piece,
still huge, and moved it to my fingertips.

Then I used my tongue to push the rest of what was on my arm into my palm,
making a pile of crap, no longer looking smooth and well formed, just a big
pile of crap in my palm with a large chunk of still firm shit sitting
upright like a phallus on my fingertips. What was left smeared over my
wrist was still thick... not just a thin smear. It just turned me on to see
it. I pretended it was a guys butt after he had crapped his pants, and that
I was being forced to clean him. I licked greedily at it taking all the
shit in my mouth and consuming it.

I looked at the crap piled in my palm. And imagined it was a guys butt full
of shit, and I was being forced to kiss it. I didn't just brush it with my
lips. I pursed my lips and Plunged my face down into it, smashing the crap
all over my chin and upper lips and nose and cheeks. The warm, pasty, gooey
mess felt so erotic.  I realized I couldn't breath and backed off enough to
clear my nostrils. I looked at all the mess in my hand. I was so hot. So
out of control. I took a huge bite off the end of the firm upright piece.
This time about three inches of fat, firm turd. I ate the whole huge bite.
Then in my lustful state I pushed every bit of everything left into my
mouth.  It was packed, I mean fully packed.  Finally I 'shit' the huge load
of crap out of my mouth into my palm, and it looked like a turd again,
mashed up then reformed by my mouth and tongue.

I sucked it, licked it, ate it.... and finally couldn't hold back any
longer. I came in huge spurts which I caught in the same hand as the shit.
I took one lick of the cum covered shit, and then suddenly I was spent. I
just dumped it all in the toilet. Somewhat sickened about what I had done,
yet glad, and suspecting that I would probably do it again.

That night at home, I did do it again, with my own shit. Though it was not
nearly as good as earlier in the day. My friend in the next stall had cum
too and left saying "that was the hottest thing I ever saw, thanks!


Note: Pretty weird stuff, I know... if you were totally grossed out,
sorry. If you kinda liked it, and/or it made you hot... write me and tell
me.

Scatcurious808@gay.com