Date: Sun, 3 Jan 2010 12:01:26 -0600
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Kinky in Love (scat)

I've always been nasty minded, although I didn't act on it until my teen
years.  But the instinct was there early on.  It manifested itself mainly
in the form of curiosity.  As a little kid, I was mesmerized by things like
the sounds coming from the bathroom when dad would shit.  The smell of
farts was intoxicating.  I loved seeing guys pulling out their cocks and
taking a piss.

I was actually very shy and did none of those things in front of anyone.
When I shit at school in the stall, I tried to silence my farts.  I was pee
shy and entered the stalls to piss behind the closed door.  I was sort of
an introvert, yet I saw all of the things going on around me, never missing
a thing.

There was one event that I did not see but it had the biggest impact on my
sex life--I heard it instead.  It was in 1st grade.  I was 7 years old.
One day, I was sitting on the toilet trying to shit.  If too many people
were around, I tensed up and couldn't go.  So, I'd usually ask for a
bathroom pass during class so I could be in the bathroom alone.  Well, that
fateful day, my shit took longer and I was still sitting on the pot when
the bell rang.  As I sat there, several loud boys burst into the restroom.
The loudest was Jay Carter.  He was the class clown.  His hair was always
fucked up, he dressed sloppy, and was always doing something silly.  He
loved to belch and fart in class, driving the teachers mad.  He ended up in
the corner a lot.

As I sat there nervously, I heard Jay go into the toilet next to me.  He
was yelling to the other guys at the urinals that he was taking a big shit.
He was making fake grunts and fart noises.  He had the other guys in
hysterics.  Then, I heard his stall door open loudly and he went running
out.

"Who wants this turd?  Anybody need a turd?"

I heard him mouthing off as usual, but I didn't realize until I heard the
yells, screams, and laughter of the other boys that Jay really was chasing
them with his turd!  I was so shocked that I dumped my whole load instantly
into the toilet.  I quickly tried to wipe and get out there to see it.  I
couldn't believe what I was hearing.  By the time that I got wiped and
zipped up, he was back in the stall and I heard the shit plop back into the
toilet.  He laughed and ran out.  I never even saw him wash his hands.  I
went into the toilet and saw what for me at that age was a monster log.  I
realized I had less than a minute to run back to class and hauled ass.

All I could think about for the next few days was, "How could a person do
something so wild and nasty?"  After I stopped obsessing about what I had
heard and the turd that I had seen, I started to get curious about my own
shit.  Every time I shit, I closely inspected my turds from above before
flushing.  I took note of size and texture, comparing it to what I had
eaten to produce that type of shit.  That routine went on until puberty.

In second grade, a new elementary school was built in our area.  We lived
in what was then a never ending mass of expanding suburbs.  The dividing
line for the area that would use the new school went right through my
neighborhood.  Those kids on the outer edge of the neighborhood ended up
going to the new school.  Several of my friends disappeared never to be
seen again until Junior High school where we merged back together again.
Some ended up going to a different Junior High, but we all ended up at the
same High School (there was only one).

Speaking of puberty, while stroking and playing with my cock one day at age
11, I discovered how to cum.  I had been rubbing my dick with two hands.
After that felt good, I kept on doing it faster and faster and then was hit
with my first orgasm.  Not long after, I discovered it was sperm.  I knew
that when people fucked, it made babies, but after that I discovered how it
really occurred.

As I turned 12, I began to fantasize while jacking off.  The fantasies
started out normal.  Over time, they got nastier.  My curiosity of piss and
shit was starting to weave its way into my fantasies.  Eventually, they
centered around guys in my P.E. class.  I had at least seen school buds
naked in the shower and locker room areas, but all so briefly.  I didn't
have to imagine what they must look like naked, yet I longed to have a bud
that I could jack off with and would allow me to explore his body.  I'd
fantasize what certain guys would look like while taking a piss.  Some of
them I imagined taking a big shit.  Little by little, the fantasies
involved other acts with shit and piss.

By the time I got to high school I was not so shy anymore.  I wasn't and
extrovert, either.  I blended in well with others and made a lot of
friends.  I was very closeted about my sexuality, though.  I was constantly
aroused by my male friends and the other boys around.  In the physical
education classes, I was entranced at all the pubescent guys.  I loved
seeing guys from junior high school that were previously hairless now
growing hair on their legs, faces, and armpits.  Armpits especially made me
hot.  I have always loved seeing a hot guy raise his arm and seeing the
growth underneath.

In tenth grade at fifteen years of age, I was a major horn dog.  When most
other guys were flirting with girls in the hallways and aspiring to get
laid, I was dreaming of sucking cock.  In the back of my dad's girlie mags
that I had found while snooping, I found a few ads in the back for gay
porn.  The little photos shows men in various sexual acts.

The moment I got home from school, I jacked off before my parents got home.
It might have been to guys in sports magazines, swim wear ads, to nude
shots on some R rated VHS movies that I'd collected--I sometimes found
dad's chic mags and beat off to the pictorials that included men.  After
dinner and homework, I'd get ready for bed.  After I turned the lights out,
I'd likely jack off again, but usually in the dark to the fantasies I'd
created in my head.

Since there wasn't any way that I could actually watch another dude shit,
I'd watch myself do it.  I would slip my door length mirror off the closet
door and lay over it on the floor when no one was awake or at home.  I'd
stand or squat and watch my hole open up and push out either a nice log or
a mass of nuggets.  Then I'd jack off and shoot a load.  Afterwards, I'd
pick up the shit with paper towels and flush it away.

I also experimented with piss.  I'd piss in a glass any chance I got and
would taste it.  Sometimes, I drank the entire glass while I jacked off.
Other "kinky" (to me) acts were picking my nose and licking my fingers or
sucking on my sweaty socks fresh off of my feet wishing they belonged to
some sexy jock at school.

Eventually, shit became the center of my jacking off.  I'd shit and then
jack off with the turds laying on my chest.  I began fingering my hole then
licking the ass juice off of my fingers.  Inevitably, I started to taste
the turds and lick them.  Licking them made me cum instantly.  I still
thought about the guy in first grade running around with shit in his hand.
I fantasized about him imaging him as a naked teenager running around the
locker room with a hand full of shit.

As far as a social life went, I'd often go out with groups of guys and
gals, so there wasn't a big deal made of me not dating anyone in
particular.  My best friends were females, mostly.  I naturally didn't act
effeminate so I figured no one had a clue about me.  I knew that a couple
of girls had blabbed to their friends that they liked me but were pissed
because I ignored them.

Before the beginning of a particular Christmas holiday, I was becoming more
aware of a guy that was in my P.E. and Math classes, Jason Wells.  Jason
had wavy hair that went a little past his ears.  He wore a baseball cap in
warm weather or a ski cap when it was cold.  He had a round face with a
mouth full of large, but well maintained teeth.  He had muscular arms and
chest, but had a round belly.  In physical ed. class, he'd talk about
loving weightlifting but hating any other exercise.  I began to feel
attracted to him.

He definitely loved food.  At various friends' parties, I'd seen him lay
into the pizza--eating 3 times what I could.  I noticed, too, that he had
nice, thickly muscled legs.  Despite his stocky middle torso, he was
handsome to me.  He was quite laid back and quiet.  Yet, he when he heard a
good joke, he let out a warm, deep, genuine, and hearty laugh.  I never saw
the guy mad.  We both were native Texans, but with him it was extremely
obvious.  He really had a twang when he spoke.

During the Christmas holidays, I was excited to find out that my old buddy,
Craig, was in town.  He and I were childhood best friends, but he later
transferred to that other new school.  Later, his parents divorced and he
moved away even farther away to live with his mom.  I saw him around the
holidays at first, and randomly thereafter.  We had a blast whenever we got
back together each time.

This time he came over to my house for dinner.  After we ate, we went to my
room to play some Nintendo games.  While I was playing, he was fanning
through some photos I'd taken at school for my photography class.  I'd
taken several group shots that would hopefully be used for the school
yearbook later on.  He started naming names to see if he remembered who was
who.  So many people had changed since their elementary school days.

"Dude, and here's Jay Carter...boy he was such a fucking nut in elementary.
He was always getting in trouble and being a clown...and he..."

The rest of whatever Craig was saying faded to the background.  The guy he
called Jay Carter, was Jason Wells.

"No man, that's Jason Wells, you have them mixed up!"  I said with
disbelief.

"Naw Man.  His mom remarried back before I moved away.  I went to school
with him.  After a year or so, he took his step dad's name, Wells.  Some
adoption thing."

I felt my face blush and my stomach sink.  The dude that had ran around
with a turd in his hands like it was nothing, someone still in my
fantasies, who influenced me to get off on my own shit was around me all
the time and I didn't even fucking know it.  Later that night, I dug out a
class group photo from elementary and looked at Jay/Jason.  I never knew
his full name was Jason.  I looked hard at the photo and realized he had
the same eyes and chin.  As a kid he was not cute at all-he was in fact a
little ugly.  He had really transformed!

All during the Christmas holiday, I was preoccupied...no, more like
"obsessed," with thoughts of Jason Wells.  I pulled out every photo that
I'd taken at school and searched for any that had Jason in them.  I made a
small montage of all his photos like some stalker bitch.  Every night I
jacked off to those photos.  I realized that I had to become better friends
with this guy.

After the New Year celebrations, we all returned to school.  In P.E. class,
it was hard to not stare down Jason.  I tried to subtly watch him when he
undressed in the locker room.  When ever I had a chance, I said a few words
to him.  In Algebra class, I made sure I sat a few seats behind or next to
him.  I wanted to get to know him better, but didn't want it to seem
forced.  I wondered if he still played with shit.

One fateful day during our school's lunch hour, I was messing with my
Walkman in the cafeteria.  My other friends were eating outside or at other
tables.  Actually, I was kind of just wanting to be alone and just sat
there listening to music until the cassette fucked up.  I pulled the
cassette out only to find that the tape had been eaten.

"Man, it shore sucks when `at happens, huh?" came a deep, country sounding
voice from behind me.  It was Jason talking in that sexy Texas hick twang
of his.

"Dude, the tape is fucked now...I just bought it last week!" I said without
missing a beat.

"Here, lemme see it.  I'm good at fixin' these thangs." He said and then
grinned and showed that mouth full of white big teeth.

"Yeah man, here, go ahead." I said.  I tried to continue acting butch, but
inside I was fluttering like some goofy school gal.  As I passed it to him
our hands briefly touched and I felt a shiver all over.

He carefully pulled out the mangled cassette tape from the player without
tearing it up.  I watched as his big hands quickly untangled the twisted
tape and then used his finger to reel it back into its housing.

"It's gonna sound kinda garbled, but it should play.  Sometimes if you
don't clean the rollers in `ere the tape sticks and gets `et up."  Then he
smiled big again and chuckled.  I felt my face become warm from blushing.

"Thanks man, I was about to rip it out and toss the player and the tape in
the trash!" I said laughing.

"Man, you can't let that shit get you banged out' a shape."

From that point, he somehow brought up the football game that was on the
night before.  We shot the breeze and before you knew it, lunch was over.
I hadn't even eaten and didn't care.  I went back to class very happy.
When 7th period/algebra came finally, I was hoping to speak to him again.
Jason pulled into the seat next to me and nodded hello.

The class was boring as hell like as always.  I was pretty good in math, so
I never had to try too hard to make good grades in that topic.  After I
understood what the teacher was explaining, I'd tune out from the monotony.
On the other hand, I sucked in my English grammar and literature class.  I
never got good grades on the papers we had to write and I never remembered
anything from the stories we were assigned to read.  I was so-so in
spelling in grammar.  Too bad it all didn't click like math did for me.

The final bell rang and the school day was over.  As we walked out of
class, Jason was shaking his head.

"Fuck man, I failed that damn test the teacher gave back today.  Algebra
really sucks!" he laughed.

"I know what you mean, dude.  I am barely passing English." I said shaking
my head.

"Man, I make A's in `at class.  You're the teacher's pet in Algebra.  Maybe
we could help each other.  I `shore could use help.  My parents aren't too
happy with my Algebra grades."

I couldn't believe my damn ears.

"Hey, that would be cool." I said nonchalantly.

"This junk we went over today kicked my ass.  You mind stopping by my place
on the way home and showing me how to do it again?  I've seen you walk home
past our place.  My mom usually drives me home but she started workin'
again."

You'd think that he'd just asked me out.  I was ecstatic.

"Cool, ok." I said.  My heart was racing.

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We walked on for another few minutes and he turned left into the yard of a
huge two story home.  I'd passed this house many times and never knew that
he'd moved into it.  He unlocked the door and led me into a dining area.  I
took a chair and sat down.  I was nervous as hell.  I was hoping not to be
so obvious that I was attracted to him.  The last thing I wanted was to
come off acting queer and then having him telling everyone at school the
next day.

He left the room and said he'd be right back.  I could hear the distant
sound of him pissing into a toilet.  I got hard.  When he came back, I
noticed he'd removed his outer shirt with the white t-shirt still on.  It
was very tight on his arms, chest, and gut.  I could see his nips very
well.  He was wearing the baseball cap backwards.  I noticed he had removed
his shoes, showing his white socks.  I was hard as a rock.  I moved forward
so my crotch was under the tablecloth flap.

"Sorry, I got a little comfortable, just a habit when I first get home."

I just nodded and said, "Cool."  I wondered what his socks must smell like,
freshly out of a pair of shoes that had been on all day.

We got out our books and I showed him my English assignment.  It was all
questions about a boring story that we'd read.  He went over it and told me
all of the ones I got wrong and why.  I laughed while he was talking.

"What man?" he said with a laugh.

"Well, you talk so country, but you're an ace in grammar...what gives?"  We
had a good laugh over it and finished going over the assignment.  When he
moved his hands behind his head to stretch, his muscled arms were in full
view as they flexed.  I could smell his cheap deodorant mixed with a bit of
muskiness.  I inhaled deeper.  Why did he half to take his outer shirt off?
I was getting distracted.

Next, we switched to math.  It took half an hour, but he finally understood
how to solve the equations we were working on.  We did a few problems
together and he finally got them right.  Next, we started to go over his
test that he did really poorly on.  As I sat there explaining, and I guess
I got really carried away with it and started to drone on.  Without
realizing it, he'd taken my chin in his hand and turned my head facing him.

Simultaneously, without any warning, he put his lips on mine and gave me a
long, passionate kiss on the lips.  I felt like I'd just been jolted by an
electric shock!

I was so taken aback, I sat there stunned.  I even jerked back after the
kiss, dazed.

"I'm sorry Jeff, but I couldn't look at your handsome face another minute
without kissing you!" He said, followed with another toothy smile.

After another few seconds of disbelief, reality sunk in--I knocked all the
books out of the way and grabbed his head.  I slammed into that boy so hard
he nearly fell off his chair.  I rammed my tongue into that boy's mouth and
sucked those hot lips.  I have no idea how long it lasted, but we made out
for a long time before we heard someone coming into the kitchen from the
back door.

I was about to panic, but he just winked and said, "That's mom...don't
worry, she won't know what we've been up to."

He got up and went to the kitchen. I moved our books into the positions
they were before he had kissed me. I was still out of breath from the
kissing.  He came back into the room and introduced his mom to me.  He told
her about how we both excelled in the classes that the other one didn't.
She was very down to earth just like him.  She immediately put me at ease.
She came up and hugged me like I was a long time family friend.  After a
couple of minutes of chatting, I began to pack my books up.

"I'm gonna see Jeff out tha' door, mom."  He stopped and wrote something
down on a post-it note and then led me out.

We stepped out to the back door and he grabbed me again and kissed me.  He
stuck his hand into my pocket and grabbed my dick.

"I shore am glad I wasn't wrong about this Jeff.  I saw how you watched me
a lot and how yer face turns red every time we meet.  Yer so damn hot!
While you was talkin' all that math it was all I could do to barely
concentrate!  I HAD to kiss you."

"I'm glad you fuckin did!" I laughed.

"All I wanna do is drag you up to my room.  I got a lot to say to you.  But
maybe we need some time to let this sink in."

With that said, he kissed me again and slapped me on the butt.  I ran home
the happiest guy in the world.

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I hurried home with my dick hard.  As I slipped in the back door, my mom
started talking angrily at me for getting home late without calling.  She
was just worried.  I apologized to my mom for not calling, but she calmed
down after I told her I was at a bud's getting help with my English and
doing homework.

I rushed through dinner so that I could hit the shower and jack off.  When
I began to strip, I put my hand in my pocket to get out any change that
could be there still.  That's when I found the post-it note that he'd
secretly given me when he felt my dick up in my pocket.  It was his phone
number!  On the other side it read, "Call me at 10pm."

I pretended to go to bed early and refrained from beating my meat.
Luckily, my room is on the other side of the house from my parents.  I sat
on the bed and stared at the red digital LED clock numbers while lightly
stroking my dick until it was finally ten o'clock.

After I dialed the number, he answered immediately.

"What took you so long?" he laughed.

"Fuck dude, it felt like hours!"  My face flushed in the darkness.

"So, you got the hots for me huh?"

"Dude, I've had the hots for you for a while now." I stammered.

"Well, most of the school year, you never spoke a word to me.  Then one
day, I realized that you were kind of watching me.  I wasn't sure if you
were interested in me, but the more I thought about it, I guess I developed
a bit of a crush on you too.  But you were so shy and nervous, I had to
make all the first moves.  I am glad I wasn't wrong about you".

"Wrong about what?"

"That you're gay.  That you like me."

"Jason, man, I've never talked about liking dudes to anyone." I said,
followed by a bit of silence.

"Jeff, it's cool.  I won't go grabbing your ass or trying to kiss you at
school." He chuckled.  "However, I am open with my parents."  For several
seconds there was a long silence.

"I'd like to take you out tomorrow night."

"Okay."  I awkwardly answered.  "We can talk at lunch."

"Okay, goodnight, sexy!" He said and hung up.  I drifted off to sleep with
a smile on my face.

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The next day I was able to concentrate in my classes better.  Since the day
of "the kiss," I felt more relaxed.  When lunch finally came, we talked
about where to go out to eat and discussed the time that we'd meet.
Neither Jason nor I had our driver's license yet, so his dad was gonna pick
us up and drop us off at a part of town that had lots of restaurants, a
movie theatre, and museums...the local "arts district".

After I got home, I told my mom that I was going to hang with a buddy that
evening.  She was concerned that we were going alone, but I assured her
that Jason's dad was dropping us off and picking us up.  It was Friday, so
I didn't have to bother with homework.  Instead, I spent a while thinking
of what to wear.  I took my shower and groomed like never before.  I even
clipped my toenails!  I thought about wearing cologne, but thought that
doing so might look too weird to my family.  Would they be suspicious of me
over-primping, I thought.  Then thought, "fuck it", and sprayed on my best
cologne and styled my hair like never before.

I had an hour to kill until he arrived.  I had a million questions for him
and was really anxious.  I paced around in my room and tried to watch TV.
There was not any internet back then to kill time with.  I tried playing
some video games, but I couldn't concentrate.  I worried that I was
sweating too much and even took a wet towel to my pits and then re-sprayed
them with Arid Extra Dry.  Finally, the doorbell rang and I tried to
casually stroll downstairs.

Jason was at the door with his dad.  His dad looked to be about 50.  He had
a shaved/bald head but was a good looking man in a Bruce Willis way and
still looked to be in shape.  Jason was dressed jeans, a long sleeve shirt
covered by a sweater vest.  He had on some black boots.  All together, the
outfit almost had an upscale cowboy look.  He looked very masculine.  His
dad and my mom chatted comfortably for about fifteen minutes while
introducing themselves.  Jason and I just sat there not saying much, but he
politely smiled a lot.  My dad got home from work right then and began
talking to them.

"Well, I think these two guys wanna get out and have a good time without
the old man around."  His dad said.

"You two don't go breaking all those gals' hearts!" My dad chuckled.  I
noticed my mom looking down and smiling but looking a little sad.

We left and headed out to his dad's BMW.  His dad was ahead of us and Jason
trailed right behind me.  In the dark, I felt Jason's nose against my neck
for just a second as he inhaled.

"Sexy scent!" he whispered.  I felt my neck shiver.

I got in the backseat and was surprised that he moved into the back also.

"This way you won't have to yell over the seat."

As we drove to the downtown area, we chatted back and forth about school
and our common friends.  His dad asked me stuff like which teams I was
into, and other "guy" stuff.  As we were chatting in the dark back seat,
Jason's hand slid into mine.  I got an instant erection.  I almost flinched
to pull away, but then realized his dad couldn't see back there that low.
Jason just kept on talking, business as usual.  Eventually, he peeped over
at me and gave me a sly wink.

Finally, we arrived at a restaurant that I'd never heard of.  It was casual
in atmosphere, but likely to be expensive being so close to the downtown
area.  We went in and were seated quite speedily.

As soon as we were alone, we begin to talk more intimately.

"I've been thinking of you non-stop!" he said.  "I don't know a lot about
you yet, Jeff, but I feel some kind of connection or vibe that I can't
explain."

"I do too, man".  I said.

We talked all during the excellent meal.  He told me that he's had sex with
a girl but found nothing about it satisfying...almost boring.  He said that
he had always been attracted to guys and was sure that he wasn't bisexual.
I told him that I had zero interests in women.  We were just about to talk
about what kind of sex we'd had with men when the check came.

I thought we were going to a movie or to a game arcade after dinner.
Instead, we walked around a few blocks and entered a neighborhood at the
edge of the downtown area.  Immediately, I knew something was drastically
different here.  I was naive, of course, and it took me a minute to realize
that the two women we just passed were guys dressed as women.  As we came
to some clubs with droning dance music emanating from darkened doors, I
noticed lots of hot men.  Hell, I saw only men.  Next, I saw men holding
hands.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"The only gayborhood in town.  We're safe here."  As we kept walking, he
grabbed my hand.

I then realized this must be the place I'd heard about before on the news
regarding some gay pride parade.  I remembered two senior girls at lunch
talking about how since they were about to turn 18 they were gonna go
dancing with their "fag cousin" here.  I then started to worry if someone I
knew would see me out here.  We came up to a small diner and went inside
before I could finish that thought.

We went inside and sat in a booth.  A big, muscled dude in a bright blue
tank top came over and gave us menus.

"Hey cuties!  I'll be right back to get your order." The stud waiter said.

"Let's have a dessert here."

"OK." I mumbled.

"I thought we would have fun here.  If you're not comfortable, we can go
back to the Arts district."

"Naw, it's cool, man." I lied.

"Have you had sex with another guy before, Jeff?" He asked out of the blue.

"Jason, I am a virgin to the core.  I've never been with anyone before.
All I have ever done so far it just beat off to nasty thoughts in my mind
or jack off to pictures."

Then the waiter came and took our orders.  Once he was gone again, Jason
spoke.

"Oh yeah...how nasty?"  A devious grin appeared on his face.

Then I'd realized what I'd just blurted out.

"Dude, you're gonna think I am a weird fucker after I tell you this..."

I explained to him about hearing him run around the bathroom with a hand
full of shit and then seeing it in the toilet after he tossed it.

"That experience really warped my mind for years to come."  I didn't tell
him to what degree.  "I didn't realize for a long time that you were the
same guy from that first grade era.  But I always wondered what became of
you and if you were still a twisted fuck."

He chuckled.

"Jeff, I was a fucked up kid for sure.  I knew who you were the minute I
saw you again when school started this year.  You were the quiet kid with
the nerd clothes that never spoke and just paid attention to the teacher.
I hated school so much and had major issues going on at home back then."

His face turned really serious.

"My real dad was a dead beat.  He and my mom got married when he knocked
her up.  He died from a drug overdose when I was only three years old.
Later, my mom had to raise me alone.  Her parents were dead and she tried
to get help from my dad's mom.  My grandma, which I guess my mom didn't
realize or was in denial about, was a pill head.  She was always on
tranquilizers and stuff.

My mom dropped me off daily for my grandma to baby-sit me when I turned
four.  She also kept my cousin Henry during the day.  He was a couple years
older.  After mom would go to work, grandma would be taking naps all
day...sometimes, not even feeding us.  I realize now she was taking pain
pills all the time, her "medicine" she called it.

Henry was more messed up than me.  He'd get me to go on adventures like
climbing up a ladder onto a roof and then taking our clothes off.  He'd
piss everywhere outside.  He'd taste his piss.  He'd pick up dog shit and
throw it around.  It was just funny to us.  I got less grossed out after
every new thing he did that was more fucked up than what he'd tried before.

Mom worked double shifts at her job for us to survive.  I have no idea
where Henry's mom was.  I almost never saw her...he practically lived at
grandma's.  Sometimes, grandma would run our bathwater if we were staying
the night.  She's tell us to go bathe, but never supervised.

If she dozed off after we got in the tub together, things went crazy.  One
time he got the idea to see who could shit the biggest log.  We actually
shit in the bathtub.  After we were done, we picked up our turds and put
them in the toilet.  That's where I got the nerve to do something like
that, Jeff."

I was staring in disbelief when he paused and the waiter came with a single
plate of a giant slice of chocolate cake.  He put down two glasses of milk
and gave us two forks.

"I thought it would be nice to share one big slice."  He gave me a sexy
grin.

He continued.

"I was always fascinated with guys.  I'd always ask Henry to take his
"peepee" out and show it to me.  When we took our baths together naked, I
liked playing with his butthole.  He'd dare me to stick my fingers up it
and see what was inside.  Sometimes, I'd find something!  I would even try
to stick my shitty fingers in his mouth.  He'd back away and we'd laugh our
brains out...but one time he said ok and sucked the shit off my finger.
And he ate it Jeff!"

I was in shock.

"Dude, is this story grossing you out?  I'm sorry."

I thought about my next reply deeply, and then just said it.

"No, it's turning me on instead."

He grinned really big.

"Mom finally met my step dad.  They were both struggling.  He was in
college and had about ten jobs, she was a waitress.  Needless to say, they
eventually got married and finished college.  He became a lawyer, she's a
nurse.  Things turned out great, but I guess the experiences I just told
you about might have fucked me up some".

I stammered..."How?"

"Well, the things that turn ME on, my fantasies...are really nasty, Jeff."

There was an awkward pause.

"Dammit...I sure hope I haven't just screwed up.  I hope you aren't about
to get up and run out."

I stood up.

"Look at THIS." I said.

I let him and the entire room have a view of the mega tent in my jeans.
Then I sat down.

He grinned that toothy smile and my heart melted again.

"So, do you still run around the room with a turd in your hand?" I laughed.
"Well..." he began.

We suddenly heard a high pitched sound.  His beeper was going off.

"It's dad.  He's on his way to pick us up.  He was to page us when it was
time."

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We hauled ass back to the street where his dad was to pick us up.  We got
there just as he arrived.  We drove back chatting like before.  When we got
back to my place, he told his dad he was going up to the door with me to
grab some tapes that I was gonna let him borrow.  I had no idea what he was
talking about.

Once we were in the porch area just outside of view from his dad, he kissed
me good night.

"Jeff, I had a great time tonight."

"My parents are off to a wedding all day tomorrow.  They won't be back 'til
sundown.  Let's hang out over here." I said.

"Cool man.  I'll walk over after I mow the lawn."

"Sweet." I said and kissed him.

I went inside and up to my bedroom and jacked creating the biggest fucking
cum load to date.

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I had dreams of him that night.  I dreamed of him pissing at his desk in
school while class was going on...letting a big stream hit the floor.  I
was naked at my desk and jacking off.  The bell rang and I realized that I
couldn't find my clothes.

I awoke to the doorbell ringing.  I drowsily got up and found a note from
mom telling me that they'd left and what the phone number was for where
they were going.  She was always a worrier.  I only had on boxers but
whomever was at the door wouldn't see much if I hid behind the door.  I was
almost sleepwalking.

I made my way to the door and found my man there.  He had on cut off
shorts, a tank top, and tennis shoes and socks.  There was a big wet spot
in the fabric just below his chest.

I went from zombie sleepy to instantly awake at the sight of him.  In that
tank top, his perfectly muscled arms were shown off and you could see those
beautiful hairy pits. I opened the door and pulled him to the couch.

"Whoa sexy...I'm all sweaty." he laughed.

"I dreamed about you all night." I said.

He laughed.  "Well I didn't even sleep.  I jacked off thinking of you.  I
kept thinking of your eyes, your smell, wondering about what your dick and
ass must taste and smell like.  When I finally dozed off, dad woke me up to
mow the lawn.  I am beat!"

"I'll help you relax!" I said.

I got down on my knees and admired him as he sat on the sofa.  The cutoffs
weren't short but they were skin tight.  They really showed off his legs
and were so worn that there were a couple of holes here and there.  I
pulled his foot to me and started to untie his shoe.  There wasn't any
warning from him about being sweaty this time.  I knew he realized I didn't
care.  I untied the shoe and felt the damp, hot socked foot on my knee.  I
held it up higher and took in a big sniff.  He grinned big.

I slowly peeled off his sock and I sniffed it deeply.  Delicious.  After
inhaling it, I laid it down by my knee.  Then, I turned to face his
beautiful foot.  Naturally, I moved his foot into my mouth and began to
suck all five toes at once. They were moist and salty.  While I was sucking
his toes, I took the other foot and pulled off the shoe and sock.  After
getting the first foot all wet, I let it fall to my crotch and started
sucking on the other one.  He rubbed his foot into the opening of my boxers
and I felt his toes on the head of my dick.  I used my free hand to pull my
dick all the way out for him.  I felt chills all over as his foot stroked
the underside of my cock.

After making love to his feet for a few minutes, I stood up and slid off my
boxers.

"Whoa man, look at that sexy butt!" he said.

He reached his hands out to pull me towards him.  I sat facing him with my
butt in his lap and my feet and knees on each side his hips, straddling
him.  If felt so sexy to be naked on him while he was still dressed.  Fuck,
it felt awesome being next to another guy period.

We frenched deeply as he pulled off his sweaty tank top.  As his arms
raised, I moved over and stuck my face in his armpit and breathed deeply.
Last night's deodorant had expired and it smelled a little gamey.  I loved
it!

As we made out, his fingers found their way to my ass crack and began to
delve into my hole.  Jason stuck his finger in my mouth and I got it all
wet.  Then he stuck it into my hole slowly.  His other hand started to jack
my cock.  After finger fucking me a few minutes, he moved his hand up and
showed me a little smudge of brown on it.  Before I could say anything, he
slipped in between his lips into his mouth.  He pulled the finger out clean
and smiled really big again.  I grabbed his head and stuck my tongue into
his mouth and tasted my own shit.  He allowed his tongue to move into my
own mouth where I sucked it hard.  It was confirmed, my new boyfriend was
truly into shit, too.

"Let me know when you need to let that dump out." He whispered in my ear.
I nearly came right then.

"I'm really thirsty from all that mowing, Jeff."

I naively got up to get him some water, but he pulled me back.

"I want to drink from YOU."

Fuck, I was so pee-shy in the past.  I didn't know if I was gonna be able
to perform.  I stood up and moved him to the kitchen.  I stood on the cool
ceramic tile and he knelt below me...with his face in front of my dick, his
mouth open.  I stood there nearly a minute and nothing came.

"Take your time, baby." He said as he looked up at me and licked his lips.

I had to think of homework.  Equations.  As I did, I relaxed and the piss
came.  It came with a vengeance.  I hadn't peed since I'd gotten out of
bed.

"MMMM, oh yeah." Came out of his mouth all garbled as he gulped my strong
morning piss down.  His mouth stayed open as he guzzled it.

Finally it tapered off and he began to suck my dick.  It felt so good but
tickled too due to no ones mouth had ever been there before.  I could
hardly stand up.  Realizing this, he lifted me off of the floor with ease
and put me on the dining table.  I was on my back.  He pushed my legs back
toward my chest and began to suck on my balls.  I was going crazy.  I was
in another world.

He told me to pull my knees to my chest and hold them.  To my surprise, he
started to lick my asshole.  It tickled like crazy and I was laughing and
moaning so hard.  Without warning, my relaxed ass let out a loud fart.  I
started to apologize, but he dove in deeper and started to tongue fuck my
hole.  His other hand was jacking me off.  My dick was loving the touch of
another person's hand besides my own.  The combination of the rimming and
JO action was enough to make me shoot a massive load all over.  Cum flew
onto my face, my chest and stomach, and beyond.

Immediately, Jason started to lick up all of my cum like a Hoover.  Once
done, his face moved to mine and we kissed, sharing my cum.

I got up and led him upstairs to my bedroom.  I slowly undressed him,
feeling him up as I went.  We moved to the bed where he flopped down on his
back.  It was my turn to service him.

I got on top of him and started licking and kissing his neck.  He made a
purring sound.  I moved down and sucked on his thick nipples--they were fat
and each sat atop a hard muscular pec.  I took turns sucking and licking
each one before moving to his arms.  I could have nursed on those pecs all
day.

He had perfect, massive biceps that were rock hard.  I licked and kissed
them up and down.  Slowly, he moved his hands behind his head and exposed
his armpits.  A heady smell of fresh sweat and expired deodorant wafted up
to my nose.  I pushed my nose into the hairy pits and just inhaled.  After
enjoying that, I began to suckle his armpit...sucked it out good.  I moved
over to the other one and chewed on his pit hair.

Again, he was cooing like a baby.  I kissed down his chest to his round and
hard belly until my nose found his crotch hair.  I sniffed deeply.  It
reminded me of the smells in the locker room when everyone had come in from
really hot weather and was undressing getting ready to shower.  I moved my
mouth to his cock and of course it was already rock hard and pointing up
towards his chin.  There was a dollop of pre-cum just sitting there in his
piss slit waiting to be eaten off.  I licked the underside of his cock up
to the jewel of pre-cum on top and licked it away.

I began to suck his beautiful dick.  He had to remind me about the teeth a
few times.  Once I got the hang of it, I was forcing most of it down my
throat.

"Fuck man, lay off, I don't wanna cum yet!"

I backed off and started to suck on his fat balls.  They were a striking
pair of low hangers.  I nearly popped my jaw but eventually got both of
them in my mouth at the same time.  It was such a rush to have my mouth
crammed full with another man's testicles.

I was slowly making my way to the prize.  I told him to roll over and
spread.  I moved down to his sexy ass which was a wonderful pale white and
soft.  He had tanned legs but the tan didn't begin until midway down his
thighs.  He literally spread his ass for me by each hand grabbing a cheek
and pulling.

I'd never smelled, touched, or tasted anyone's ass before.  I had fingered
my own and tasted it, but that's not the same.  I slowly moved down and put
my nose in first with my eyes closed.  I let his anal ring hair-lets tickle
my nostrils.  The hair smelled like a mixture of his sweaty crotch hair
with a tinge of butthole essence.  I loved it!  I inhaled it like it was a
drug.  I breathed into it allowing the hot air from my mouth to make the
butt scent waft up.

I looked down at the tight ring in the middle and decided my flight plan
rather quickly.  I started with a long swipe of my tongue up his crack
starting at the ball sac and made my way up to his tailbone.  There was a
slightly salty taste.  I did this a few more times and then I began sucking
on the ring like a vacuum.  The more I did this, the ass ring puffed out a
little and the hole itself loosened up.  This allowed me to stick my tongue
inside.  I did so with gusto.  I began tongue fucking him like a
jackhammer.  He was moaning loudly saying "oh baby" over and over.

I asked him to move on is back and pull his legs back like I did for him.
I looked down at one truly pornographic pose!

"Can you fart for me?" I said.

"Baby, I thought you'd never ask!"

With that said I pushed my face deep into his crack and he let out a
thunderous, hot fart.  I began licking again.  Out came another, but it was
long and quieter.  As it slowly ripped out, I lapped at the vibrating skin
of his butthole.  I could have came just from that nutty smelling fart.  I
continued to drill into his rectum with my long tongue while he ran his
fingers through my hair.  I loved that.  As I rammed my tongue as deep as
it could possibly go, I finally struck gold...I just tasted another guy's
turd!

I asked myself, "Should I tell him or not that I just tasted his shit?"  As
I pulled back to catch my breath, an even shittier fart blasted out.

"I have to shit, stud, do you want to see that?"  It was like he read my
mind.

I nodded yes.  He got up and waited for me to lead him to a good place for
that.  I led him to the kitchen and grabbed some towels on the way.  I
didn't want to relegate this beautiful act to the boring bathroom.  So, to
the kitchen we went and we spread a couple of towels out.  I laid myself
down on a towel and he squatted over me with his ass facing me.

I thought he was going to shit on me, but he lowered himself over my neck
and chest and placed his hand under his hole.  After about thirty seconds,
his hole dilated and the crown of his turd appeared.  It took its time
coming out.  My face was just inches away.  My nose was bobbing in the air
like a dog downwind of some food.  I moved his hand away for a second and
took a long, slow lick at his shit.  He chuckled and said, "I love you,
man!"

As I analyzed the taste of the turd, it moved out another inch.  I marveled
at the fat, knotty end that came out first.  Without warning, the log slid
out faster making a wonderful crackling sound.  The tapered end of the log
made a pop sound as it was ejected from his butthole.  He expertly caught
it with his left hand.

There was some major girth in that monster log.  He pulled it around
towards his face and was glowing with pride.  I said, "If you were in a
shitting contest with your cousin again, you'd take the prize, bro!"  We
both laughed.

He held it up and took a lick from the tapered smooth end and moved up to
the knotty head.

"Mmmm, it has some nice gravy on it!"  Still beaming, he lowered it to my
face.  I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't stop and think about
it stinking differently than my shit or that it was another person's dump.
I just went for it and bit a chunk off of the end.  Defiantly, I began to
chew it with a vengeance.  It tasted just like my own shit.

I'd never chewed or swallowed my own shit before, but there I was chewing
Jason's chunk of shit like it was the first food I'd had in days.  Jason
put his log down, moved on top of me, and put his mouth on mine.  We were
shit kissing!  The chunk of shit became sludge in no time.  It dribbled out
of my mouth and rolled down his chin.  I kept swallowing hard to get it
down.  As soon as it was gone, I grabbed the shit log and bit off of the
nuggety end.  The chunk broke down into smaller nuggets that were slightly
bitter.

I chewed the waxy shit up and we began to make out again.  Our hard dicks
were grinding against each other.  I was in another state of mind.
Everything around me just sort of blended away and I was concentrating on
my man and his shit.  He was definitely more advanced than me in regards to
playing with his own shit.  It all seemed so natural to him.

We started jacking each others cocks.  He blew his load first.  The vacuum
seal on our mouths was still tight.  I started cumming next.  Before I even
finished, he had grabbed one of the towels and put it against my face
covering my mouth and nose.

"Try not to smell it.  The first several times that I ate, I gagged after I
came.  Don't panic if some is still in your mouth." I just nodded.  He
helped me up and we went straight to the bathroom and he started the
shower.  He opened the door under the sink to found a bottle of Listerine.
I'd made fun of the little frilly paper cups my mom had always put out on
the counter, but today the were just what we needed.  He gragged a cup and
filled it with the mouthwash.  He ran the end of his towel under the hot
water in the sink and wiped his face down.  Next, he pulled the towel away
from my mouth.  "Don't look at it either," he warned as I turned toward the
mirror.

The shit really stank and smelled so foreign.  The dried shit smell
reminded me of old, homeless people I'd passed before who'd shit in their
pants and didn't know better.  I didn't gag, but felt really nasty and a
little demoralized.

He took the wet, hot towel and wiped the shit off my face.  The steamy
towel felt good.  I felt like a kid being washed up by his parent.  He gave
me the cup and I began to gargle.  Each time I'd spit, shit grains came out
into the sink.  After the cup was empty he told me to jump in the shower.
He left to go get the abandoned shit log downstairs.  Upon his return, he
flushed the log and sent it on its watery way.  He gargled at the sink and
joined me in the shower.

He made cleaning up very playful.  We soaped each other up and began making
out again.  By the time we turned off the water, I was hard again.  We made
sure all of the shit was wiped up off the counter and sink.  I led him back
to the living room and we lay together on the fireplace rug naked.

"What did you think?" he whispered as he nuzzled my neck.

"That was the most amazing fucking thing I've done in my whole life!"

We kissed again and just made out with light foreplay.  My tired baby fell
asleep next to me.  I just sat there and marveled at his body for the next
hour.  Later, I heard the clock chiming in the hallway and realized how
late it was.

"My folks are due back soon." I said glumly as woke him with a kiss.

"I gotta get back too."  There was a silence.

"Jeff, I so fucking love you man."  My heart swelled up and I got misty
eyed.  I told him it was mutual.

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Jason and I went out on a regular basis after that encounter.  Now and
then, we went out in groups of male and female friends so there wasn't any
attention among school pals of our extreme closeness.  We didn't hide that
we were now best friends, though.  I think no one would have stereotyped
Jason as gay.

As the last years of high school went on, we had lots and lots of sex and
tried everything we could think of.  I became the perfect shit eater as
well as a feeder to him.  I began to enjoy getting fucked with an ass full
of shit.  It was always fun to clean his cock off when he was done.  He
enjoyed eating the shitty cum out of my ass.  We were pervs made for each
other.

When graduation came, I started to get really depressed.  We'd each decided
to follow our dreams which meant pursuing different fields of study.  Mine
was going to entail going to college in Europe for one year and then
returning to the University nearby.  He was going to college out of state.

In the weeks leading up to our separation, I became jealous and paranoid.
I was immature.  I was afraid he'd find a new boyfriend while I was gone.
I think I began to smother him too, giving him no space.  By then end of
the summer and after lots of arguments, we'd broken up.

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Those first few months were hard.  I was studying a foreign language and
was experiencing culture shock.  I was also very lonely for my handsome,
sexy, kinky ex boyfriend.  I didn't know where to write him and he didn't
write me.  When the holiday break came, my parents came to see me so I
didn't go home.

During all that time, I dated a few guys.  I was turned on by all the new
types of foreign men and accents, languages, etc.  However, none of them
had real chemistry with me.  I eventually sought out kinkier dudes.
Although, I was so amazed at many guys' casual attitude about water sports
and raunch, I never got into doing it with them.

I stayed in a small detached guestroom with a bed and bath that belonged to
a middle aged couple with a teen son.  I ended up enjoying jacking off and
doing shitty solo play in my little apartment rather than going out.  I
even had a few romps with the teenage son that lived there.  I had tons of
studying to too so that was a needed distraction from sex.  I was lonely,
and the sex really didn't fill that need.  It gave me temporary closeness
to another man, but didn't do much more.

When summer came, I learned through friends that Jason had taken summer
classes at his college and didn't come home.  Those that heard from him
said that he claimed to be having a great time partying, etc.  Though, one
of his gal pals mentioned that he had a sad tone in his voice when she
talked to him on the phone recently.  She said he sounded very lonely.
That struck a note with me.

The next year of college flew by.  I was at the local university still and
was studying my ass off.  I finally came out to my parents and they were
very understanding.  My dad seemed a little disappointed, but didn't give
me any grief about it.  Mom must have always known.  With that out in the
open, I began to openly date guys from college.  I dated many guys...never
fell in love.

At the end of my third summer break in college, I was studying at the table
one day in our kitchen.  My mom was idly cooking in the background.  I
didn't know how long she'd been there...but she had approached me from
behind as I was staring out of the window into the back yard.

"Why don't you call him?"

My face was flushed.  "Who?"

"Jason (there was a long pause)...and tell him that you miss him."

A tear streamed down my face.  My mom must have been observing me and Jason
for a long time.  I got up and went to the phone in my bedroom and called
his house.  His mother, who was familiar with me, gave me his dorm phone
number right away.  Hell, did she see what my mom had noticed too?

My heart was beating like I'd been jogging.  I dialed and it rang and rang.
I was about to hang up in disappointment.

"Hello" he answered.

"I love you." I said.  The line was quiet.  My stomach was wrenching.  Why
had I called at all?"

After a loud sniffle sound I heard him wiping his nose.

"You motherfucker!  I love you too."  We both started laughing.  After our
first kiss years ago, that was the second most happiest moment in my life.
We stayed on the phone for hours.

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After graduation, we moved in together and we've been together ever since.
We're a little older, wiser, wider, but thank god, just as kinky and in
love.

The End