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Subject: Blotnick's Story (m/m, scat)
Date: 20 Oct 1995 07:06:45 GMT
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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS A SEXUALLY EXPLICIT
FICTIONAL STORY. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER
18, OR IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN READING
ABOUT SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SITUATIONS AND ACTIVITIES. 



From "Forced Exposure"

New York Scene Report

BY BOB BLOTNICK

     A few years ago, while browsing around the library downtown, I 
had to take a piss.  As I entered the john a big beautiful 
all-American football hero type, about twenty-five, came out of one 
of the booths.  I stood at the urinal looking at him out of the 
corner of my eye as he washed his hands.  He didn't once look at me. 
He was "straight" and married -- and in any case I was sure I 
wouldn't have a chance with him.

     As soon as he left I darted into the booth he'd vacated, hoping 
there might be a lingering smell of shit and even a seat still warm 
from his sturdy young ass.  I found not only the smell but the shit 
itself.  He'd forgotten to flush.  And what a treasure he had left 
behind.  Three or four beautiful specimens floated in the bowl.  It 
apparently had been a fairly dry, constipated shit, for all were 
fat, stiff, and ruggedly textured. The real prize was a great feast 
of turd -- a nine inch gastrointestinal triumph as thick as a man's 
wrist.

     I  knelt before the bowl, inhaling the rich brown fragrance and 
wondered if I should obey the impulse building up inside me.  I'd 
always been a heavy rimmer and had lapped up more than one little 
clump of shit, but that had been just an inevitable part of eating 
ass and not an end in itself. Of course I'd had jerkoff fantasies of 
devouring great loads of it (what rimmer hasn't), but I had never 
done it.  Now, here I was, confronted with the most beautiful 
five-pound turd I'd ever feasted my eyes on, a sausage fit to star 
in any fantasy and one I knew to have been hatched from the asshole 
of the world's handsomest young stud.

     Why not?  I plucked it from the bowl, holding it with both 
hands to keep it from breaking.  I lifted it to my nose.  It smelled 
like rich, ripe limburger (horrid, but thrilling), yet had the 
consistency of cheddar.  What is cheese anyway but milk turning to 
shit without the benefit of a digestive tract?  

     I gave it a lick and found that it tasted better then it 
smelled.  I've found since then that shit nearly almost does.

     I hesitated no longer.  I shoved the fucking thing as far into 
my mouth as I could get it and sucked on it like a big brown cock, 
beating my meat like a madman.  I wanted to completely engulf it and 
bit off a large chunk, flooding my mouth with the intense, 
bittersweet flavor.  To my delight I found that while the water in 
the bowl had chilled the outside of the turd,  it was still warm 
inside.  As I chewed I discovered that it was filled with hard 
little bits of something I soon identified as peanuts.  He hadn't 
chewed them carefully and they'd passed through his body virtually 
unchanged.  I ate it greedily, sending lump after peanutty lump 
sliding scratchily down my throat.  My only regret was the donor of 
this feast wasn't there to wash it down with his piss.

     I soon reached a terrific climax.  I caught my cum in the 
cupped palm of my hand and drank it down.  Believe me, there is no 
more delightful combination of flavors than the hot sweetness of cum 
with the rich bitterness of shit.

     Afterwards I was sorry that I hadn't made it last longer.  But 
then I realized that I still had a lot of fun in store for me.  
There was still a clutch of virile turds left in the bowl.  I 
tenderly fished them out, rolled them into my handkerchief, and 
stashed them in my briefcase.  In the week to come I found all kinds 
of ways to eat the shit without bolting it right down.  Once eaten 
it's gone forever unless you want to filch it third hand out of your 
own asshole.  Not an unreasonable recourse in moments of desperation 
or simple boredom.

     I stored the turds in the refrigerator when I was  not using 
them but within a week they were all gone.  The last one I held in 
my mouth without chewing, letting it slowly dissolve.  I had liquid 
shit trickling down my throat for nearly four hours.  I must have 
had six orgasms in the process.

     I often think of that lovely young guy dropping solid gold out 
of his sweet, pink asshole every day, never knowing what joy it 
could, and at least once did, bring to a grateful shiteater.