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ENEMA FRIENDS

Uploaded to Pink Triangle by David Daines

I had known Michael for about a month.  My adult lover, Kevin, had introduced
us and when he had told me that he was going to be out of town for our usual
weekend sex get-together, he suggested that Michael might enjoy some time with
me.  I agreed because the man was attractive, bright and had a nice, thick
cock which he'd shown to me in flashes when we had been together in public
bathrooms.  At fourteen, I knew that although I loved my man friend, I wanted
sex every chance I could get it.  Kevin knew what might happen and I knew what
I hoped would.  Kevin told me that what he really wanted, was to give me a
chance to play the enema and shit games that I loved with another man because
he wasn't particularly turned on by them but knew he knew that I was.

That first weekend with Michael had been arranged.  He picked me up at
Michael's, my mother not caring a whole lot where I was.  Michael and I spent
some time talking about stupid stuff, and then he showed me some photos he had
taken of young men, none as young as me, though, taking enemas.  He asked if
that type of action interested me.  It did and so he took me down into his
basement.

The basement was warm and well lighted.  The floor was tile and there was a
large bed against one wall.  In the middle of the room was a large, plastic
child's wading pool.  At one end was a rack made of thin pipes.  Along the
wall opposite the bed were counters with drawers and hanging above them were
rubber objects, some familiar, and some not.  They were all dildoes of some
sort or another.  I moved over to them.

I examined the dildoes along the wall closely.  There were some which were
similar to those I'd used with Kevin, my man friend.  These were regular
dildoes of all different sizes from a little three inch one about the size and
shape of Geoff, a young friend of mine at that time (but that's a different
story), all the way up to one that I knew I couldn't accommodate: a 15" by 4"
monster.  There were duplicates of each of these.  One with and one without a
length of tubing attached.  But there were other rubber items which were
strangely familiar but not easily identified.  They looked vaguely like dicks
but not quite.  I picked up one.  It was about nine inches long, 2-1/2" at its
widest and point at the tip without an obvious glans.  I looked quizzically at
Michael.

"Donkey," he said and then proceeded through the group of odd cocks: dog, pig,
horse and bull.  I'd need a lot of stretching to take that one.

The rack I described wasn't for tying people to.  It had mounted on it two
hoses which were attached to the wall of the basement and which fed a single
spigot.  After showing me around the basement, Michael suggested that we go
eat lunch.  LUNCH!  I was hungry for one thing and my hard, adolescent cock
attested to that fact.  I wanted sex.  More than that, I wanted an enema.
Michael insisted and when I got upstairs, I was glad he had.  He had a great
meal prepared consisting of hamburgers, greasy fries, milk shakes and two
bottles of beer.  For dessert we had ice cream with hot fudge.  I was stuffed
to the gills by the time we had finished, lightly high from the beer and
beginning to feel the need to piss.  I also was aware of having my belly full
and needing to empty it soon.  I had an idea what Michael had in mind for the
near future.

After we finished the lunch, I thought that we'd go back downstairs for some
action, but I was wrong.  Michael had different plans in mind.  He asked me if
I'd like to see more pictures.  My exposure to porno was minimal in those days
and the ones I'd seen earlier of young men shooting the hose had gotten me
really horny, so of course I said "Yes."

We went to his living room and sat on the couch.  Michael brought out several
large cardboard boxes.  He pulled a photo binder from one of them and opened
it up.  I was amazed at what I saw over the next half hour or so.  What I did
see made me squirm in the couch and got me so hard and horny that I was sure
I'd pop my nuts right then.  Michael would have none of that and kept me from
touching myself while we pored over four of what I estimated were twenty such
binders.

The photos were a combination of black and white and colour ones.  The people
in the pictures were mostly young men, most in their early twenties, some as
young as sixteen or seventeen but some were much older as well.  Michael had
taken many of the pictures himself and most of the participants were
represented through the series of books we viewed.  The first binder showed
men posing and playing with themselves or with others, nothing really unusual.
 There were a fair number of cum shots in the book.  Although I'd had a great
deal of experience by that time, it was mostly with a few other boys and three
men (not including Michael).  I was intrigued by the differences in size,
shape, colour and form of the penises I saw as well as the amount, colour and
quality of the semen and the way it could shoot.

The next binder was of men having sex in various positions and combinations
with each other, oral and anal.  There was nothing new here except the
combinations that three or more men could get into and the ability of some
men, particularly one sixteen year old red-head, to take really big cocks in
their mouths and asses.  My lover Kevin, wasn't exactly tiny, and at fourteen
I'd developed a good comfortable seven hard inches, but I was truly amazed at
the size of one man whom he sucked to the root and whom he then proceeded to
accommodate in his well stretched hole.

The last two binders contained the more unusual photos of the afternoon.  The
first part of book three had men using dildoes and everyday objects on
themselves and each other.  The redhead was in many of these shots.  He took
golf balls, candles, carrots, hot dogs, hard boiled eggs, lemons and a really
huge cucumber.  Michael saw my interest in this youngster and told me that he
felt that someday, I could surpass his abilities if what he suspected about me
was correct.  The second part of the book involved the men with animals: dogs
mostly, but also some goats, sheep a pig and even a pony.  Michael explained
that he had a friend who owned a farm.  I had thought about what it might be
like to have sex with animals but figured that was so kinky and far out that
on one else ever thought about it let alone did it.  I was wrong.  Here were
men sucking the different beasts to erections or rubbing the strange,
misshapen penises, penises much like the odd dildoes downstairs.  Some of the
photographs showed the men with open mouths and wads of what I took to be
animal sperm dripping out.  Some of the photos were of men helping the beasts
to mount another man and the fucking which took place afterward.  The redhead
was prominent in these pictures once again, and he was the only one in the
photos involving the pony.

I suspected that Michael kept the last book of photos for last on purpose.
They were the filthy shots, the ones of men pissing onto each other, into each
others mouth or up their asses (shown by a sequence of photos.) There were
pictures of men shitting by themselves, sequences which showed the action from
start to finish and other sequences which showed men in groups of twos, threes
and fours shitting for and onto each other.  The last pictures in the binder
were really messy ones, including men jacking themselves or others off, their
bodies smeared with shit.  You can guess who was in almost all of these
photos.  The young, horny redhead, of course.  The last page of photos was of
him with four other men.  He was on a bed and in each photo a different man
was crouched over him and laid his load on the kid.  The final shots were of
him pulling on his shit covered cock, a wad of spunk flying from its tip and a
man whom I recognized as Michael squatting over his face.  A long, firm turd
hung from Michael's asshole and ended inside the boy's mouth.  The final shot
was a close-up of the kid's face, brown turd well inside his mouth.  He looked
like he was sucking off some strange penis, but the penis was obviously a
piece of shit.

By the time we finished our viewing, I was hot and sweaty, ready to cum at the
least provocation.  The tip of my cock had been oozing pre-cum, for the better
part of the half hour and there was a small dark spot on the front of my
Levi's from where it had soaked through.  It looked like the beginnings of a
piss spot, but both Michael and I knew better.  I was also extremely full in
the gut and the two beers had worked their magic in making my bladder full as
well.  Before I stood up to go, he undid my pants, reached into my crotch and
cupped his hands around the bulge in my underpants that my hard-on made.  I
thought that he was going to bring me off right there in my pants.  Instead he
took his fingernail and pinched the tip of my penis, sending a pain through it
which was sharp enough to cause it to wilt and to bring me back from the edge
of an orgasm.

When we went downstairs, Michael undressed me except for my underpants.  He
kept those on me but pulled them down in the back to examine the seat.  The
meal we had eaten had given me gas which I had been passing openly and
sometimes noisily while we were upstairs looking at the photos.  There were
some brown streaks in the seat of the white jockeys, stains which usually
embarrassed me but which this day I knew were appreciated.  Michael put his
nose down into the pants and took a long, full breath to smell the scent of
the stain.  When he had exhaled, I gave something else to smell, partly on
purpose because I could have waited, and partly unintentionally because I
could not have waited long.  He drank the raunchy smell of my fart and then
pulled a pocket knife from his pants.  With these he made as small hole in the
middle of the skid marks in my pants.  He put the knife away and then
undressed himself to his own shorts.  These, too, were streaked, more so than
mine.  I repeated the ritual of smelling them that he had performed on me and
he, with some straining, managed to blow off a silently but very smelly fart
right into my nose.

Michael went to one of the drawers along the wall and took out several enema
bags and a variety of tubes and nozzles.  He hung one of the bags on the rack
by the wading pool, filled it with water and told me to climb into the wading
pool.  I did so and lay on my belly as I was told to do.  He stood over me and
carefully inserted the nozzle of the tube through the hole in my jockey shorts
and after a moment of probing with the tip, into my hole.  He hadn't lubed the
tip, so it was a little rough going in, but I liked the way the roughness
felt.

"You told me upstairs that you were an expert at taking enemas," Michael said
to me, "so let's see how much of this you can take."  He opened the pinch
valve on the tubing.

I expected the customary rush of air then water to occur as soon as Michael
had opened the pinch valve on the enema tube, but nothing happened.  He pulled
the nozzle out of my hole and examined it.  It was streaked and smeared with
my feces.  He held it up so I could see it from my position on my belly.

"Plugged," he said.  "You've got a pretty good load in there."  He snipped the
nozzle with his finger and re-opened the valve.  The small brown plug popped
out and landed by my head.  Michael then crimped the tubing and placed the tip
of the nozzle against my pucker.  Then he released the hose so that water
pushed against the sphincter as it flowed out and slipped the spurting tube
into my rectum easily.

It had been several months since I'd given myself a hosing and the initial
surge of water in my intestine felt good.  Because I knew that I would be
playing enema games with my lover's friend, I had avoided having a bowel
movement since the previous morning.  The meal Michael had given me was still
sitting in my stomach but deep in my intestine was a sizable load wanting to
come out.  The warm water from the enema hit the barrier and filled up the
lower end of my intestine, making me feel like I needed to unload the liquid
almost immediately, but I fought the urge and soon the water was beginning to
expand the intestinal walls in order to let the water flow deeper.

As I've told you, I had been taking enemas since I was eleven years old and
taking them on my belly was one of my favourite positions.  But I had never
taken one while wearing my underpants and those underpants I was wearing were
soaked from my earlier pissing.  As my gut filled, I pressed my belly against
my hard cock.  Michael knew what I was doing and knew as well that I could
give myself a premature orgasm that way.  He reached under me and pulled my
penis down so that it was wedged between my legs.  At that age I had a fair
amount of length, especially when hard, so my cockhead was touching the enema
tube as it filled my ass.

The pressure from the water pushed against my already full bladder causing me
to lose control and begin pissing again.  The piss flowed up against my crack
and soaked the rear of my jockeys.  Michael watched for a moment then pinched
the flow shut until I was able to control the flow myself.

The water was flowing around the load in my gut, filling me so that I
beginning to cramp.  I wanted to hold as much as I could.  After all, I had
bragged during our meal that I could hold as much as two quarts of water which
was true, true if I was previously cleaned out.  I didn't know how much I had
taken but I knew I couldn't take much more.  One final, vicious cramp caused
my sphincter to spasm and loosen.  Mike had been watching closely so as soon
as the nozzle popped out, he had turned off the water and pulled it from my
pants.  A sudden flood of water filled those pants so that I could feel them
temporarily balloon with the liquid before the water splashed out around my
legs.  Almost simultaneously, a large, solid mass splatted from my hole,
pressing against my hard cock.  After the first turd came out, another flood
of enema water came, bringing with it a large amount of soft, small pieces of
shit.  I lay breathless in my stink, Michael massaging my ass through the
sodden cotton of my briefs.

So I lay in a puddle of stinking enema water, a load of my own shit massed
within my wet underpants.  Michael was massaging my ass, gently pressing a
single, large turd against my softened prick.  There were within the pants,
numerous smaller, softer pieces of my excrement as well.  The warmth of the
turd stirred sensations within me as did Michael's attention.

Once I was hard again, Michael pulled me to my feet.  His own cock was still
only semi-erect.  He attached a second enema set-up to the rack and filled
both bags, commenting as he did that I was only able to take about two cups of
the liquid.

"Hope you can do better the next time," he said.

While I had long been involved with enemas and water sports, these were mostly
solo games or fairly restrained ones.  Not since my games with John when I was
12 years old, had I actually shared the filth of my activities so openly with
another person.

When the bags were both bulging with warm water, Michael handed me a large jar
of Vaseline and the enema tube I had recently had in me.

"This is for me, now," he said.  "Grease me up well and slip the nozzle in.
I'm in the same condition you were before and I need a good cleaning out."  He
turned his back to me and bent over.

Michael was heavier than Kevin but it was mostly muscle which he carried.  His
cheeks were tight and firm as I pulled them apart to reveal his brown pucker.
 I took a gob of Vaseline on my fingers and began to rub it around the hole.
As I did so, Michael winked it at me with the culito several times.  We both
laughed when he did.  As the sphincter got greasier, it relaxed and I was able
to slip my finger in.  Yes, Michael was in a similar state to my own previous
one.  Almost upon insertion, my finger came up against a solid, soft barrier.
 I pushed my finger in as deeply as it would go, forcing the turd farther back
up into Michael's rectum.  He moaned as I did so.

I pulled my finger out.  It was well streaked with shit.  Without thinking, I
did something that I frequently did after I finger fucked myself.  I licked my
finger clean.  Instead of being grossed out as some men might have been,
Michael looked pleased.  The nozzle of his enema slipped in easily.

When I had finished my insertion, Michael had me bend over and then slowly
pulled my dirty underpants down.  As they settled about my ankles I had a
chance to see them clearly for the first time.  They were far filthier than I
had imagined.  Michael's massaging had smeared the crap about them well.  I
looked at my penis as it sprang up from its recent imprisonment between my
legs.  It was rock hard and nearly as dirty as my pants were.  I bent over as
I was ordered to do and then Michael showed me what he was about to insert in
me.  It was one of the long, flexible rubber tubes.  As he began pushing it
into me, I asked him if he was really going to try to get it all in.

"Try!  I'll get it all in and have you begging me for mercy as I do."

Actually, the tube felt good as it slipped along my intestine.  Several times
it would hit against a kink in my gut which Michael expertly got around by
having me change my position or by twisting the tubing slightly.  My bladder
had barely been relieved of its contents earlier and it was now calling to me
for relief.  I couldn't help myself.  As the last of the tubing slid into my
ass, I started to piss.  Michael grabbed my spewing cock and my squeezed the
flow off and at the same time squeezed my balls so hard that I cried out.

"You will only piss and shit when I tell you.  Do you understand?"  he said.
I nodded in pain, tears in my eyes.  But I'd stopped peeing and I knew that
the man's principal concern was that we both have as good and as dirty a time
as possible.

We were ready.  Michael connected the tubing that protruded from my rear end
to the free enema bag, pulled up my pants and had me lie down on my back.  My
cock was soft from the pain he'd given me but it was starting to stir in
anticipation.  He knelt over me, his own hard cock and clenched asshole in my
face.  Then he turned on the water for both of us.

For those poor souls who don't like enemas, high colonics are among the worse
forms of torture.  At fourteen, I had never had one until that glorious, shit
smeared weekend.  I lay in the wading pool with my filthy pants pulled snugly
against my abdomen and the two feet or so of tubing in my intestine.  When
Michael turned on the valve, an intense, warm surge of water blasted me in
what felt like my stomach.  A wave of nausea came but quickly passed as my
belly began filling up.  What did stay up, though, was my seven inches of
young meat.

I glanced from my own rising belly to Michael's ass which was inches above my
face.  His cock was as hard as mine and I knew that the hose in him was
delivering water into his rectum as forcefully as mine was doing to me.  When
I started to touch my hard on, Michael pushed my hand away.

"Later," he snarled, "I get to come off first and I'll tell you when you can.
 If you can't keep your hands off yourself, I can tie them down."

There wasn't any need for that for although I was aching to jerk on my prick,
I was willing to hold off the final pleasure in order to enjoy the filling up
I was getting.  The water was making its way down my intestine toward my hole.
 My distended guts pressed against my bladder, adding to my discomfort.  I had
never felt so full in my whole life: my bladder ached to be emptied, my guts
were ready to spill out the water that so thoroughly filled them but mostly I
wanted to shoot my load so badly that my penis tingled.

I heard a gurgle from the other bag.  Michael had taken his full two quarts.
Shortly afterward, my bag gurgled and a bubble of air entered my guts.

"Please" I pleaded, not sure what I was begging for.  Michael knew.  He pulled
the tube from his ass with only a small amount of water squirting from it and
spattering my face.  He began to withdraw the tubing slowly from me, talking
to me softly as he did, encouraging me to hold the contents of my intestines
within me.  He kept my hole squeezed tight and finally got the end out.  I
didn't know how long I could hold the two quarts of water in me, but Michael
didn't wait long before he pulled my pants off and dropped them between my
legs and pulled my legs up over my head.

Without his hand to keep my ass closed and with the added pressure from the
position my legs were in, the warm enema water began to squirt in short burst
from my hole.  Almost immediately, Michael slammed his hard cock into my
asshole and began fucking it in a frenzy.  Water and bits of shit sprayed
around the pounding prick as Michael fucked me.  I could feel the water in me
sloshing throughout my system as the cock tore into me and battered my
prostate.  Even though Michael wanted to come first, I beat him to it, my cock
spewing gobs of semen shortly before his did.  With all of the water in me, I
couldn't feel the jizzum he shot into me, but I knew he was cumming when he
collapsed onto my stomach and lost control of his own bowels, spraying us both
with deep brown water and large pieces of his shit.  I, too, lost complete
control, forcing out his softening penis in a flood of my own intestinal
deluge.

We lay together in our stink for several minutes catching our breaths as if
glued together by our excrement.  Never before had I so thoroughly shared in
my own degradation with another.  I loved it and I loved it when Michael began
to rub my drooping dick with something slimy, soft and warm.  He was getting
ready for another round.

At fourteen, a boy can do a lot that we grow into men no longer becomes
possible.  At that age I could have five or six ejaculations a day with little
effort, the limiting factor being whether the shaft of my penis was sore or
not.  If I was at home alone, I would usually wait about half an hour or more
before starting again on the road to pleasure.  When with Kevin, we would
always cuddle for at least that long before starting anything again.  But now,
I knew that Michael intended to continue his games with me regardless of
whether I was "ready" or not.  He, not I, was in charge.

I looked toward my crotch.  He was, as I expected, rubbing my soft, rubbery
dick with one of the pieces of shit he had expelled from his intestine during
his orgasm.  After several minutes of smearing me, he got to his knees and
turned so that his ass was facing me.  Without so much as a "how do you do,"
he let fly with the remaining liquid in his intestine.  There wasn't much shit
in the water, but he got my face and chest well soaked with the warm fluid.

After emptying himself, he removed the enema bags from the rack and refilled
one of them.  He told me to stand up and then handed me the long colonic tube
and had me attach it to the bag's regular tubing and then insert it in his
hole.

I love getting multiple enemas and have since shortly after I began giving
them to myself.  However at that time, after a full lavage, I could never take
as much on subsequent fillings.  My hole just couldn't clamp tight enough to
keep more than three or four cups of water in (if I was lucky.) I wondered if
Michael would be able to take the full bag so soon after his own cleansing.
He knelt on all fours and had me open the valve.  At his direction, I hung the
bag on the highest hook on the rack.  I knew that the water was surging deep
in his intestine and marvelled at how easily he seemed to take it.  The bag
flattened quickly and I shut the valve off when it did.

Michael stood and slowly pulled the tubing from his ass without spilling a
drop.  He then walked with cheeks clamped over to the wall of dildoes and
tubing and pulled down a device whose purpose escaped me.  It was a hose with
two strange looking nozzles attached.  On one end was what looked like a
regular enema nozzle but was much wider with a wide opening.  At the other end
was what I subsequently learned was a double balloon enema tube.  This he
slipped into my ass easily.

After putting the enema tube in me, Michael inflated the inner balloon.  It
felt tight against the inside of my anus and I felt like I needed to expel
it but could not do so.  Then he inflated the second balloon on the
outside.

"You'll keep in what I put in you, now," he said.  Then he handed me the other
end of the tube.

"This might be a little messy, he warned, "but put this in me."  He bent over
and pulled his ass cheeks apart.  Doing so caused a spray of enema water to
spurt out before he could clamp his hole shut.  I put the nozzle at the hole
and pushed it in, again causing a gush of water to spray from his hole.  I got
the tube in with only minor leakage.

I lay down in the wading pool on my back.  Michael stood over me, his belly
distended with the two quarts of water he had taken earlier.  He undid a pinch
valve on the hose and the next thing I felt was the gurgle of air that
announces the beginning of an enema and then the rush of warm water directly
from my enema friend's shit tube.  He filled me quickly, both from gravity and
the added pressure he was supplying.  As my colon filled, I knew that I would
not be able to take very much.  I tried to hold it, but I lacked the muscle
control to be able to do so.

I don't know how much I took into my young ass when I gave up trying to hold
it and relaxed my sphincter, expecting the tube to explode from it in a shower
of used enema water.  The nature of the enema tube became clear to me.  Even
though I was now actively trying to rid myself of the intruding liquid, The
tube stayed in me.  I lay on the ground in agony as Michael drained nearly two
quarts into me.  When he finished, he disconnected the tubing from his end and
clamped it shut.  The cramps were so bad that I thought I was going to barf.

Michael pulled me to my feet and brought me over to a chair that was made from
a toilet seat so that I could sit down and not disturb the apparatus
protruding form my young hole.

"Bedtime," he announced.

While I watched, Michael made the bed next to me.  He started with a plastic
sheet and then laid out bedsheets and a blanket.

"Wait here on the seat," he told me and then disappeared up stairs for a time.
 While he was gone, I sat wondering what the evening would bring, my abdomen
smeared with my own shit and my belly painfully full of Michael's previous
enema.  The man returned while I went over in my mind what might be next.

Michael was carrying a box with him when he returned.  Inside there was six
pack of beer, some sandwiches, two bowls of chocolate pudding and two bottles
which I didn't recognize.  As full as I was, the last thing that I felt like
doing was eating, but Michael insisted that I do so.  I finished off my two
corned beef sandwiches and drank two beers.  My stomach was beginning to cramp
badly and when I told Michael that I thought that I was going to throw up, he
had me lie down for a few minutes until the feeling passed.  When I felt
better, I got up from the bed and finished the pudding.  Then he handed me one
of the strange looking bottles.  I had metal wires that held a glass stopper
in place like the Grolsch beer bottles which were popular here several years
ago.

"Drink down the whole bottle," Michael told me while showing me how to open it
by opening the one he held.  He drank his in three gulps.  "It's sodium
citrate which is a rather effective laxative, nothing else, though."

Although I expected it to be, it wasn't bad tasting at all.  After I'd
finished mine, we finished the remaining beers.  Then I got into the bed,
shitty body and all, and Michael got in next to me.  Because of the tube
set-up extending from my asshole, I had to lie on my side.  I turned over so
that I was facing Michael.  The nights I'd spent with my lover, Kevin, had
gotten me to where I loved to cuddle with people and I intended to do so with
Michael that evening, even if we both stunk and I was in no small discomfort.

"Do whatever you need to do," the man told me as he pulled me close to
himself.  Then he began to fondle my limpness until the warmth in my penis
displaced the ache in my belly as my main centre of focus.  He pushed his own
penis against mine.  It was hard, of course.

Michael spent the next hour rubbing my cock and bringing me to the edge of an
orgasm and then pulling me away from it, usually by squeezing my nuts, but
sometimes by pressing my belly so that my stomach ache resurfaced or by
wriggling the tubing around in my ass.  Gradually the activities of the day
overcame me and I drifted off to sleep with a dull ache in my gut and a full
bladder.  In my sleep I felt someone moving my body around, but I slept
through it.  I could also feel an easing in the fullness I was feeling.

I awakened abruptly from my sleep with a tremendous stomach cramp to realize
that I was pissing in bed.  I hadn't wet my bed (except deliberately) since I
was a very little boy and the time with my friend Kevin when his lying on top
of me during intrafemoral sex made me lose control of my very full bladder.
My first impulse was to stop the flow of the warm liquid but then I remembered
where I was and that Michael had told me to do whatever I needed to.  I could
feel one of his hands against my crotch, feeling the flow of the urine from my
penis and obviously enjoying it.  To my surprise, he was feeling it through
cloth, and I looked to see I was wearing a pair of tight fitting shorts which
he had evidently slipped on me during my sleep.  I was lying on my side with
Michael kneeling over me, his other hand pressed against the cloth of the
pants at my rear end.  Apparently he had removed the tube when he had
pulled the pants over my legs.  He had a raging boner which waved near my
face.

As I said, I had awakened because of a bad stomach ache.  I could feel Michael
rubbing against my full rectum and I knew what he wanted so I let go of the
contents of my guts just as I was finished pissing.  The pants filled with
soft but not liquid, warm shit.  The mass spread a short way down my legs and
up my back and was trapped by the elastic of the pants legs and waist.  It
seemed like I kept going for a long time, the mass of shit spreading between
my legs and up the front while filling the back completely.  The stench was
glorious and I got hard immediately.  I was living a dream.  All the while,
Michael kept massaging me front and back, pushing the shit around so that
enveloped my hardened cock.  The pressure of his rubbing forced some of the
squishy mess out from the elastic waist band in front.

I scooped some of the shit from my belly and began rubbing it on Michael's
hard on.  He rolled me from my side to my back and pulled my shorts down to my
crotch.  My own shit covered hard on sprang up when released.  He repositioned
himself and let go of a stream of gooey shit that hit my cock and spattered
over my abdomen.  He had far more than I did and when he was done, my cock,
belly, chest and upper legs were covered in his stink.  Without breaking
rhythm, he jacked his cock and mine using the combined mess that covered me.
It didn't take him long before I was squirting wads of semen into the air,
some of it falling back onto my face and chest and some of it spattering into
Michael's avidly open mouth.  Shortly after I came, Michael began his
ejaculation, spewing his spunk into my mouth and on my chest.  When he
finished, he took his finger and mixed the cum with the shit on my chest.

We came three more times that evening, fucking each other and jacking each
other off.  Finally we were both exhausted and had almost no semen left.  We
drifted off to sleep inn each others arms, satisfied and stinking, knowing
that we each had a scat partner who could share our individual perversion...
and love it.

Let me reset the scene.  When I was 13, I began a relationship with a San
Francisco fireman whom I call Kevin in these stories.  He was the first man
with whom I shared my body in the most intimate ways: We would fondle each
other, suck each other and play with each other until the sperm was flying.
Kevin was the first man to fuck me, although I had been fucked by (and fucked)
several boys my own age and younger.  Anyway, Kevin liked to share in piss
games with me and there were many times that we would drench each other in the
tub or in his bed.  He particularly liked to piss into my mouth while I knelt
in front of him, his willing piss slave.  We both enjoyed it when he would put
his cock in my rectum and flood me with his first piss of the morning or after
he held it for a long time.  Unfortunately for me, though, that is as far he
liked to go.  I could unload in the tub but he wasn't turned on by it or by
shit in general.  As a favour to me, he would let me wipe his ass for him
after he had a bowel movement.  Whenever I did this, I would hold the smeared
toilet paper to my nose and inhale his stench.  Kevin would laugh but also
asked me not to go any further.  As a sign of his love for me, he would
sometimes wipe my rear after I pooped.  Because I loved to receive enemas so
much and they gave me powerful orgasms, Kevin would administer them to me.  He
was always very good at it, varying the rate of flow or the temperature of the
water, or trying to make them passionate.  He didn't like them, though and I
never gave him one in all of the years that we played together.

Kevin knew that I was missing a part of my sexual life with him, a part that
although he did not disapprove, one he could not join in on.  Thus he
introduced me to his friend, Michael.  I have read in the condemnations of
paedophiles written in the press that one of the "awful" things they do is
pass boys around.  Well, Kevin wasn't passing me around when he introduced me
to Michael.  He was comfortable enough in the love we had for each other to
let me enjoy myself with someone who could give me something he couldn't.

And give something Michael did.  That first weekend was a real sleazy, scummy,
shitty one.  As you recall, on the first day, Michael had given us both
several enemas.  We played in the mess we made and both of us came several
times.  After a large dinner, we played some more, the evening ending with him
taking two quarts of water up his ass which he then proceeded to give to me by
way of an enema tube inserted in my rectum and kept in place by a balloon.
Ass to ass communication, it was.  We went to bed and after some preliminary
play, I went to sleep.  I found out by that experience that if you take an
enema and can keep it in sufficiently long, the liquid will absorb through the
intestines and ultimately end up as piss.  Well, as you know I pissed the bed
royally and then shit on myself.  Michael then shit on my chest and abdomen.
After becoming thoroughly besmeared with the our crap, we jacked off four
times.  When we were done, Michael pulled my pants back up around me and we
went to sleep in each others arms and each others shit.

I awakened first the next morning, my ass and crotch itched from the shit, but
I was thrilled by the fact that there I lay in the stench of shit which the
two of us had played in.  Michael was on his side, back facing me.  I reached
inside the back of the pants he had slipped on me before our bed play and
scooped out some of the soft shit that remained.  I leaned over him and
touched his firm but flaccid cock.  Still asleep, Michael rolled to his back.
 I started rubbing the shit in my hand on the underside of his penis and then
down to the balls.  The hair on his balls was already smeared with a
combination of our crap.  I just added more.  Michael woke up at about the
same time that his cock did.  He pulled me on top of him and thrust his tongue
into my mouth as he thrust his hard cock into my shit covered belly.

"Are you full?"  he asked while frenching me deeply.  I knew what he meant.

"My bladder is.  I have to piss something fierce," I answered.

"What about your gut?"

I took stock of the feeling in my belly.  While my bladder was indeed almost
bursting from all of the enema water my intestines had absorbed, my gut was
moderately full as well.  "Pretty soon," I answered.

Michael licked at my face, slurping a small piece of faeces onto his tongue.
"You taste pretty good," he said and then pushed his tongue back into my
mouth.  I now know of the dangers of eating shit which I was not aware of
then.  I also have had a vaccination against hepatitis B which allows me to
partake in small quantities.  But at that time I was naive and enjoyed the
filthiness involved in doing so.  One time when I was twelve I took a crap
onto a dinner plate and ate three spoons full of it before I got sick and
threw up.  The only other times I'd actually tasted shit was when I would wipe
my finger across my ass after a bm and lick my finger clean or the times I was
able to lick the asses of my younger friends.  Kids never wipe well.  Although
the taste of shit is pretty bad, I had gotten used to the bitter acridness of
it.  This time, combined with Michael's spit, the little bit of shit tasted
"good" to me.

"Time for your morning juice," he said rolling us over so that he was
straddling my chest.  I knew what was coming and opened my mouth.  The spray
hit the back of my throat at full force and I had to clamp my mouth shut and
swallow to keep from puking.  Michael didn't stop pissing but splashed his
piss all over my face.  I opened up as quickly as I good and took much of what
he put out.

"Your turn," he said as he shook the last dribbles from his penis.  "Do it
from there."

I pinched the tip of my penis shut and strained my bladder muscles.  When I
could feel the piss pushing hard against my blockage, I let go.  A stream of
yellow liquid burst from the tip and arced upwards toward Michael's waiting
mouth.  He positioned himself to catch it quickly and swallowed greedily.
Even as the flow diminished, he followed it down until his mouth ended up
against the tip of my dick and then pulled that into his mouth, suck it clean
of the shit from the previous night.

"I'm hungry now," he announced as he let go of my turgid penis.  Michael then
lay down on his back and directed me to squat over his face, back toward his
face.  I was on my knees and could see his face through my legs.  This was to
be a first for me and suddenly I became a little bit "poop shy."  I tried but
nothing would come out.  Michael intervened by playing with my hole gently and
then sticking a spit slickened finger in.  He withdrew it and showed it to me.
 It was streaked with my shit.

"You got it in you, kid, and I want it in me.  Take your time."

Michael's play inside my ass loosened the muscles and my inhibitions enough
that with the next squeeze my ass opened up and a long, thin, dark brown turd
started coming out, dangling down toward Michael's waiting lips.  It was one
of those soft turds that could break off easily so I squatted a little closer.
 As it got within a centimetre or so of Michael's lips, he stretched upward
and kissed its tip then opened his mouth.  I squeezed harder and the turd kept
coming in one long string.  Michael was letting it pile up in his mouth and
when his mouth was full let it mass on his face.  When I finished I spun
around in amazement to watch the man as he began to chew and swallow my shit.

"Fuck me," he mumbled through his full mouth, pulling his legs up to his
chest.

I was super hard by that time.  I spit on the tip of my seven inches and
crammed it into his ass as he crammed his mouth full licking more shit into it
and what he couldn't get with his tongue he pushed in with his fingers.  I
came as soon as he finished what I had fed him, licking his lips just as I
began my orgasm.  He could tell I was cumming and pulled me down to his mouth
and began to kiss me with his shitty lips and tongue.  I had a feeling that
the shit I was tasting that morning would only be a start.

As we finished our kissing, my cock softened and plopped out of Michael's ass.
 His prick, though, was at full hardness, pressing urgently into my belly.  I
touched it and felt a shiver run through Michael.

"My turn, shit face boy," he said as he rolled me off of him.  "First let me
get you ready."  He had me kneel down on the bed and began to clean my ass
with his tongue.  When he was done, he had me lie on my back.  He proceeded to
clean off my pubis, my hair and my cock with his mouth.  The attention aroused
my penis.  It filled with blood and got into that semi-hard state that is for
me its most enjoyable state.

"Put your hands out," he directed.  He scooted around so that his asshole
faced me and began his morning's unloading.  First his hole peeked open and
then shut.  Then it opened again as a piece of brown shit started to push its
way out.  I could tell that his turd was going to be harder than mine had
been.  In the two years that I'd been playing infrequent shit games with my
younger friends at that time (nor in the time that has passed since) I had not
tired of watching as shit oozed, plopped, squished, squeezed or poked its way
out of an asshole.  This was certainly the most intimate look I had gotten up
to that point.  Michael's turd grew to about six inches before it broke off at
the hole in a little point and dropped into my waiting hands.

"Hold it," Michael said, "but don't do anything with it yet."  He continued
squeezing his gut and two more smaller turds plopped out.  When he was done he
lowered his butt to my face and told me, "Kiss my shitty ass, turd boy.  Lick
it clean."  I did as he told me, swiping at the hole with my tongue and
gathering in the small bits of crap that remained from his bowel movement.

When I had finished, Michael lay down on the bed beside me and then had me
straddle his hips while still holding his pile of shit.  He grasped his iron
hard cock and told me to lower down on it.  I loved being fucked by Kevin, my
lover that way.  When I could feel Michael's cockhead at my asshole, I
strained my sphincter to open it.  The big head forced its way in with a
little pain (which I loved) and I began sliding down the man's six inches.
Although he was average in length, Michael's cock was one of those chubby
affairs that gets fat quickly and stretched me as I slid down.  When I was
seated at the base of his cock, he began bucking upward and I followed suit so
that he was sliding about half of the cock through my hole.  It was hard to
maintain my balance with my hands full of Michael's morning offering.

As Michael settled into a steady fuck rhythm, he reached over to my hands and
scooped out a small amount of shit.  He put his hands to his mouth and licked
most of it off.

"Not as good as yours, shit boy," he said.  Then he took more from me and then
put his hands to my mouth.  I opened my lips and let him put his fingers in my
mouth.  I sucked the man's shit off his fingers and swallowed it.  He scooped
a larger amount and fed it to me.  I tried to swallow it but there was too
much so I had to chew first and then swallow.  Michael kept fucking harder and
harder as he fed me most of his shit, smearing some of it on my face and
eating some of it himself.  As he was about to cum he grabbed my hands and
pushed them into his face and had me smear him as he spasmed violently up my
ass.  He held me in place as he softened, though he softened without losing
much of his size.  I felt thoroughly stuffed and was beginning to feel a need
to go a second time that morning.

Michael had his hips around my waste and pushed his pelvis upward firmly and
then I felt the warm liquid stating into me.

"Go ahead," Michael said, "if you have anything left from the first time, let
it go.  Go ahead and piss."  He must have sensed that my bladder would be full
again.  As he pissed, I let my flow go, arcing it upward and spraying it
around his head and onto the pillow and his chest.  I felt my ass fill with
his wet warmth and he continued long after I had finished.  I began to cramp
as he kept his piss going and some of it squirted out from around the firm
plug in my ass.  I clamped tight to hold the rest of it in.  Finally the man
had finished.

"Hold tight, honey," he said and then pulled his prick out.  I lost a small
amount but held pretty well when he did.  "Good boy," he said, patting me on
the butt.  "I want a drink now."

I reversed my position so that my ass was pointed toward Michael's head.  He
lowered my buttocks down till i could feel his breath on my cheeks and then
his tongue played gently at my hole.

"You're a little torn there.  Does it hurt?"

I shook my head.  I couldn't answer because to do so would have meant that I
lost my concentration and would have lost the precious liquor inside me.  He
continued poking at the rim with his tongue and after several minutes pushed
it hard in, saying at the same time, "Let me drink it now.  Squirt it out
slowly."

I let a squirt of piss splash from my ass and then another.  I kept up
squirting at Michael while he kept on drinking most of what I shot at him.  I
watched over my shoulder as I "pissed" on him from my ass.  As the urine
squirted on him, so did small bits and chunks of poop.  These he ingested
eagerly.  Finally I couldn't control myself any more and let everything go.  A
flood poured out of my hole in a fantail of yellowish liquid.  As that surge
stopped, I could feel another mass developing right inside my rectal opening.
 I let this go as well.  It wasn't the piss which Michael had put into me that
came out.  I had unloosed all of that right before.  Instead, a wave of brown,
liquid shit surged out.  Michael was being drenched in liquid shit as I
watched; I was laughing hysterically to see him covered in my stench and
filth.  It was a dream I'd often had.  Maybe later I could be at the receiving
end.

After I had unloaded thoroughly on Michael, I bent over and took his flaccid
penis in my mouth and lowered my own floppy dick down to him.  I sucked on the
flesh tube which had so recently been in my ass as Michael sucked on mine.  My
cock firmed in the warmth of the man's mouth.  I didn't get a real hard on,
but I can remember the pleasure that his rolling my cock around in his mouth
gave me.  We continued like that for about five minutes then we pulled apart.
 I moved around and snuggled up to Michael, my head laying in the puddle of
watery shit I'd splashed on him.

"Let's get cleaned up, Billy," he said as he licked bits of shit off of my
face.  "We can play with some of the toys I have over there," (indicating the
dildoes and enema adapted dildoes along the wall) "or we can spend a fun day
in the country.  At my friend's farm."

FARM!  I immediately thought of the photos I had seen the previous day.

"Is this the same farm I saw pictures of?"  I asked.

"The very same.  Wanna come?"

Did I ever!  My cock hardened at the thought of playing some new games I'd
never played before.