Date: Mon, 18 Apr 2011 06:48:24 -0500
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Nasty and Naked pt 5

After Thanksgiving, December flew by.  After my final exams, I worked
a lot of overtime at my retail job.  I made a lot of money but didn't
take time to have any fun.  Even though it was winter, I still had
urges to do some naked driving or something, but was really tired when
I got home.  Billy's job wasn't so busy in the winter.   His job's
business peaked in the summer because of the huge outdoor volleyball
courts.  In the winter, the interior served as a sports bar, but
wasn't as busy.  He juggled some other part time jobs that came and
went.  He too had very little time to hang out.  Somehow, he always
made it over just when I needed a break or needed some good sex.

I made some time to do some naked driving with Billy and Rocky on New
Year's Eve.  We should have been worried of cops being out looking for
drunks on such a holiday, but that idea didn't cross our minds at all.
 Billy drove to my place naked as a jaybird in 39 degree weather.  He
parked at my place and discreetly came in through the backyard as
always.  I wondered if Kwame was still watching me from afar.  I never
saw him outside anymore.

Once at my place, I stripped and we left in my car from the garage.
We drove to pick up Rocky.  He was allowed to go naked at home, but
his parents wouldn't let him go outside naked.  So, he stripped
outside in his yard and ran to my car when I pulled up.  Next, we
drove around town looking for places to get off.  First, Rocky had us
drop him off in an alley of a small neighborhood.  It was one of those
areas where an alley ran behind all of the houses.  The alleys had no
streetlights, but some backyards had big lights that projected over
the fences.  The alleys gave access to driveways that were behind each
house instead of in front.

Rocky hopped out of the car and we drove back onto the main road and
were to pick him up at the other end of the alley.  To do so, we had
to drive around the block on regular streets.  It took a few minutes
to get to our pick up spot, but he wasn't there.  He had planned on
streaking down the alley by running until he got to the end of the row
where we were to drive to.  He didn't want us to simply drive to the
end of the alley and wait, he wanted to be abandoned hand have us
appear at the end of it.  We waited at the corner but he didn't come.
I started to get worried, but then we saw him coming at last.  Billy
opened the back door for him.  Rocky hauled ass and jumped into the
back seat.   The car was moving before he got the door shut.

"Dude...that was incredible but scary!"

He told us that midway through his run, a lot of dogs started barking.
 At the same time, someone's motion detector lights went on in their
back driveway and freaked him out.  He hid behind some trashcans until
he realized no one was coming outside.  He took off again and ran
until we found him.  He was out of breath and could barely talk, but
his cock was hard.  He was jacking it as he told his story.  Once he
got to the end of his tale, he shot a load onto his stomach.

Next, Billy had us drive to a self service car wash that he'd found a
few days before.  We pulled in and turned the car lights out.  The
carwash structure was perpendicular to the street and contained six
washing bays.  Those driving by only saw the side of the last car wash
bay.  In front of us was a brick wall that surrounded some apartments.
 Behind us was a warehouse that was all boarded up.  Billy always had
a knack for finding ideal places to get naked.

Wearing only tennis shoes, he got out and put a dollar in the coin
changer a few bays down.  He must have been in view of the street for
a few seconds.  He came back and put coins in the slot and started to
wash my car naked!  I was jacking inside watching such a hot show.  He
wasn't hard, likely due to being wet in that cold and humid air.  He
had such balls—he took his time washing it, scrubbing it with the soap
brush, and then rinsing off the soap.  After he was done, he sat up on
the warm, but wet hood of my car and lay back wanking his cock.  It
grew to full stiffness just as he shot a wonderful load into his hand.

He wasted no time getting back into the car.  Once inside, he rubbed
his cum onto my dick and started jacking it. It felt so good being
naked in my car getting jacked off with warm cum.

"Move your seat back!" he ordered with a devilish grin.

I pushed the lever under my seat and it moved back as far as it could
go.   Billy moved up onto my lap straddling me and squeezed in between
me and the steering wheel.  He sat right onto my cock without lubing
himself at all.  Luckily, the cum was still on my dick and there
wasn't any tension in his ass ring when I pulled him down on my lap.
I began fucking him hard as he rode my dick like a pro.  I think I
broke my own record for my fastest cum ever.  He pulled my face to his
as shot after shot of my jizz coated his insides.  I had such a
feeling of euphoria from having just came in my buddy's ass in a
public place with no back up clothes for protection.  The rush from a
public nudity orgasm is always so incredible.

After I came off my orgasmic "high", he lifted off and there was a pop
sound as his butt separated from my cock.  The car smelled like ass,
cum, and sweat, and the heater was blaring.  I was glad I had leather
seats!  We were lifted from our reverie when we saw car lights against
the wall in front of us.  It seems that while we were having sex, a
car had pulled into the bay next to us.  As we pulled out and drove
past them, we saw a gal and dude making out...like minds.  It was a good
time to split.

We drove back to Rocky's and watched him dress on his dark doorstep
before going inside. He gave us a "thumbs up" before going in the
door.  We drove back to my place and got drunk before the clock struck
midnight.  I reflected on the evening and thought about how Billy was
being much more touchy/feely than normal lately.  Usually when we
weren't having sex, there wasn't body contact.  We kissed when we had
sex, but never any other time.  I thought that I even saw a dreamy
look in his eye a few times.  End the end, I figured he was still
drunk and being more "clingy".

We didn't wake up for hours, but when I did, I had the most fucked up
hangover.  We slept even more after getting up for lunch.  I don't
know when he left, but my pants that I'd worn the day before were
missing when I got up again in the late afternoon.  He'd had worn them
to his car I guess.  After he'd gone, I felt kind of down and lonely.

As the spring college semester started, I took only a few classes.
Luckily, I had all of my difficult courses out of the way after 3
years of college and had much simpler ones left.  My class schedule
was more regular and allowed me to work the same schedule at work each
week.  Now, I could sleep later and not have so much homework.  The
grind of college was slowly winding down.

School and work were all good, but personally I was in a dark place.
Sexually, I started going through a major sub/bottom phase.  Mentally,
I suffered some unexplainable bouts of depression and loneliness.
Having been jilted by Kwame recently, but sensing more affection from
Billy, I was confused and frustrated.  I really had nothing to be
depressed about, yet I had those feelings off and on.  As a result, I
began to drink more.  I went through a period of being a total whore
and a pig.  I was on the computer the minute I got home most nights
and cruised the sex sites looking for nasty ways to get off.

I had several regulars...

There was the 48 year old muscular daddy type dude (never knew his
name) who had me come over and suck his dick while he pissed in my
mouth.  He was able to piss while erect and feed it to me in trickles
or squirts.  He smoked a cigar the whole time and dealt out some hot,
nasty verbal.  He'd finger my hole while I drank his piss.  After
being finger fucked, I had to suck his dirty finger.  I'd get smoke
blown in my face until I coughed.  I'd have to go all the way down on
his fat cock and gag.  After he shot a load in my mouth, I was made to
leave.  He never got me off and never offered for me to clean myself
before I left.  I was never allowed to show up in anything more than
my underwear.

Another was a Mexican dude who spoke no English.  His name was Javier.
  He was about 30 years old and was some kind of day laborer.  I met
him when I was horny for foreskin one night and wanting to taste my
first smegma.  I never got to taste Kwame's dick cheese (he'd kept it
clean on all of our experiences after that one night that I got to
smell it).

I went to a local Latino gay bar called Bambaleo's to find some uncut
cock.   Living in Texas, it's unavoidable to learn some basic Spanish
in public school, from TV, etc.  I knew enough of it to chat briefly
with guys at that club.  I knew the sexual words if anything.  That
one night I spied Javier in the corner looking rough, hot, and staring
me down.  After some minor chitchat, I asked him to leave with me.  He
followed me home and I sucked him off at my place without any small
talk.  His dick was dirty and had a decent amount of crud around it
under the skin.  He came after a ten minute blow.

I gave him my number in case he wanted another blow job in the future.
  Now and then after meeting, I'd receive a phone call on which he
would just ask "si?" when he called—no "hello" or anything.  I'd
answer back "si" or "no" (yes or no) back to him.  He'd just hang up
and drive over on his way home from work.  When he got there he wasted
no time pulling out his sweaty, dirty cock.  He always reeked of sweat
and industrial fumes.  It was always a "blow and go" and his dick was
never clean. After being curious about smegma for so long, I finally
got my fill of it with that guy.  He never talked, he just shot his
cum in my throat and left each time.

Kwame had opened to door to my new found taste for men of color.
Online, I'd find me thug type boys 18 to 20ish who wore wife-beaters,
saggin' pants, etc.  They'd try to act ghetto but I could tell half of
them were suburban kids trying to act bad.  Sometimes, I got the real
thing...rough ghetto types.  Some of them were obvious gang members.  I
loved the sense of danger, I guess.  I loved the image of their dark
skin against my own pale white skin—the darker, the better.  The
smells and textures were awesome.  Stereotyping or not, I have to say
the biggest cocks I've ever had were most often on black men.

I'd found an Army dude that was on leave and loved having his ass
eaten out good.  For one week straight I went to his place each night
at midnight after his girlfriend went to her late shift nursing job.
I'd suck on his hole good for an hour or more until he'd have me suck
him off.  I'd jack off while eating him and then wait for him to want
his blow job and then leave.  He never cleaned his hole before I came
over.  I never even told him I was into nasty stuff, probably just one
of those clueless, closeted "straight" guys.  However, his body was
fucking beautiful.  There wasn't a bit of body fat, all muscle on a
slim framed body.  His ass was round and smooth with a very hairy
hole.  I wanted to kiss him, but he was uptight about that...but he sure
liked his ass eaten.  After he came, he always got nervous and would
kind of rush me into leaving.  That's why I always shot my load first.

Those months allowed me to explore everything kinky that I could think
of.  I dabbled in spanking, S&M, hot wax, electro, etc.   I either
participated in those types of kinky scenes or watched it in person as
a voyeur.  I had a lot of threesomes, too..  Some of these kinky
scenes were extreme and I ended up leaving before it was over, even if
I was just watching.  However, the next evening I'd be online looking
for kinky scenes again.  I finally snapped out of it when I had a
close call with danger...I was almost raped!

I'd answered an online ad from an older daddy type who wanted a "boy
who likes it rough".  It was one of those rare times that I didn't ask
for someone to send a photo to me by email first.  I got to his place
and it was filthy.  He grabbed me as soon as I got in.  I'd shown up
in just a wife beater shirt and jock strap like he told me to,
barefoot.  He ripped off my wife-beater really hard and grabbed the
elastic waist of my jock.

As he started talking crazy and calling me names, he pulled out huge
dick.  I realized quickly that I was about to get a forced fuck with a
condomless dick, so I made a move to haul ass.  I was no match for him
strength-wise--he grabbed my arm with a fast jerk and pulled me back
around.  I tried to pull away, but he overpowered me by slamming me
forward against the bathroom sink.  He held one hand behind my back,
but with my other, I grabbed a can of bug spray that was conveniently
sitting on the counter.  I sprayed it into his face.  Caught off
guard, he let go of me and started yelling.  I hauled ass out the door
and drove home terrified.  Luckily, I somehow managed to hold on to my
car keys.

When I got home, I was still terrified.  I debated on calling the
cops, but nothing had actually happened to me, luckily.  I deleted all
of the emails and email contacts from any sexual hookup I'd ever had.
I logged into the sex sites I had joined and deleted the accounts, but
not until I went that crazy guy's profile and posted a reply warning
to anyone that responded to watch out for him.

I felt very disgusted with myself and what I had become...a nasty slut.
Not just a slut, but I felt like I was slipping into some kind of
"dark side".  I deleted all off the porn off of my computer, even.  I
associated it with my nasty obsessions and didn't want it to tempt me
to return to those dark urges.  I tried to distance myself from any
friends who were part of my kinky lifestyle...I was like a drug user
cutting off contacts for rehab.

The one person I didn't outright cut off was Billy.  However, I had
started to feel ashamed about my shit fetish and made any kind of
excuse to avoid a sexual encounter with him.  I would come home in the
evening and find many missed calls from him and other people but would
not return their calls.  Billy tried to come over a few times at night
with his key after my near rape experience, but I'd pretend to be
asleep or say I was not feeling good.  He would have a funny
expression on his face more like being hurt than than just being
disappointed.  He always acted like he wanted to say something
important, but would just stop talking and leave after I gave my
excuse.

I even tried dating several "vanilla" guys.  Although I savored the
companionship while actually dating a few different guys, I was still
left unsatisfied and generally bored.  I tried to date straight-laced
guys who were into basic sex: foreplay, kissing, blowjobs, etc.  I
went dancing to local gay clubs but kept running into those who I was
trying to avoid.

One evening in particular, I went out to the bars for a drink to
unwind from work.  I had already alienated many of my friends, so I
just went alone.  While I was sitting alone in the outdoor courtyard
area, a hand rested on my shoulder and made me jump.  From behind me I
heard a familiar voice.

"Hey Greg, I almost didn't recognize you with clothes on!"

It was Dru.  I blushed from the embarrassment of being startled so easily.

"We haven't heard back from you.  We've been trying to find out if you
guys will be coming to our anniversary dinner."

"So you guys can have your token "naked dudes" show up?"  I said that
before I realized how stupid it sounded.  Dru looked kind of hurt.

"No, we wanted our favorite friends to show up," He said in a puzzled tone.

I looked up at him and said, "I'm sorry.  I don't know if I'll be able
to come.  I have no idea if Billy is going."

He looked at me with concern and paused before he spoke.

"Greg, you guys didn't break up did you?"

My face flushed again.

"Break up?  From what?  We're friends."

He smiled.  "Of course you're friends...but not more than that?"

"We're friends with benefits—that's all," I said sharply as I stared
off in a different direction.  "Just two pals that fuck."

"Oh, I see." He sounded disappointed.  "I always thought it was
more...like everyone else, I guess."

I started to feel very nervous as he began to speak again.

"You could have knocked me over with a feather, Greg.  You two have
always been inseparable.  Of course you both love running around naked
and I remember that you both like nasty sex.  I've heard through word
of mouth of all of the other fun things you guys do that's not related
to sex.  You two have so much in common."

I mumbled, "Whatever man, we're just really good friends.  You think
he likes me for more than that?"

He replied, "Have you never seen how he looks at you?  He adores you!
He always has a look of pride when you two are together.  There's not
anyone in our circle of friends that doesn't look at you two as
boyfriends.  When you aren't around him, he only talks about you.  I
guess we all just assumed..."

There was a long pause.

"Are you not in love with Billy, Greg?"

Hot tears ran down my face.  In a matter of minutes, I had confessed
about falling for Kwame, my sordid experiences of the last several
months, and my close call with nearly being raped.  I rambled on.

After the confession, I was a mess.  Dru motioned to the waiter who
was walking around in Daisy Duke shorts to bring us some beers.  After
we got our drinks, I warbled on about being a shit lover and being
ashamed of it.  Finally, Dru stopped me.

"Oh you've been tormenting yourself!"  He put his arm around me in a
fatherly hug.  "Who gives a fuck about what turns you on?  It's your
own business!"

We talked and talked and before we knew it, it was last call at the
bar.   I was totally feeling better.  Dru lectured me and told me that
just like I don't feel any shame in being gay, I shouldn't feel any
shame for my sexual turn-ons, either.  I shouldn't shut out those who
care about me, either.  And more so, I should use my head and think
much smarter when choosing my sex partners.

"Did you drive here tonight?" he asked.  I nodded yes.

"Max is out of town at his mother's.  I'm going to call us a taxi for
us and have you dropped off first."

And so I rode in the taxi with him until I was dropped off.  I
staggered into my house quite drunk, but with a huge load lifted off
of me.  I went in, got naked, and crawled into bed.  I slept like a
baby.

-----

The next morning, I woke up and got ready for class.   Once there, I
was distracted and unable to focus on what the professor was warbling
on about.  I turned on my hand-held mini recorder and pretended to
listen.  I kept thinking of Billy.  Dru said that everyone thought we
were a couple.  I started analyzing past comments of Billy, his recent
actions, other people's comments about us.  I re-ran a lot of
experiences of ours in my head like a video on scan mode.

Many questions ran through my brain.  How many times had he come over
to cheer me up just when I needed it? How many times he'd come over to
keep me from burning out on studying and work? He always said the
right thing at the right time.  There were so many small gestures that
I'd completely taken for granted.  Had I ever done anything special
for him?  Had I led him on?  The biggest question was how did I feel
about HIM?  And our sex, who else would eat my shit and drink my piss
like it was the greatest thing on Earth?  Who else would kiss me so
intensely and really mean it?  He took me in any condition...dirty,
sweaty, tired, bitchy.  I never heard him complain about me ever.  We
had never even had a fight before.

In between my second and last class, I went to the computer lab and
wrote him a simple four word message and emailed it.  I meant it with
all of my heart.  I went to my last class and watched the clock the
entire hour.  I couldn't stand it and left twenty minutes before the
class was over.  I drove home very anxiously.

I didn't see him right away until I drove into the driveway.  Billy
was sitting on my porch looking very uncertain.  I got out of the car
and walked up to him nervously.  I had barely seen him in over a
month.  I had ignored the poor guy.  Yet here he was waiting to see me
still.

"I got your message.  Do you mean it?" he asked.

In his lap was a printout of my email which only said: "I've been a fool!"

"Did I mean that I've been a fool?" I asked.

"No, do you mean that you love me?"

All couples have that moment that they knew that they were in love.
He felt it long ago.  It hit me right then like a lightning bolt!  I
ran into that boy so hard to kiss him that his head bumped the storm
door and made a dent in the mesh screen.  I kissed him with a hunger
I'd never experienced and I couldn't let go of him.  He was crying but
was happy.

After we unlocked our lips, I fumbled for the keys and got the door
open.  The older lady next door was out watering her flowers and was
staring at us with a frown.  Once inside, Billy stripped me before we
began making out again.

"I've missed you so much," he said as he lifted his shirt off over his head.

Missed "me"?  Hell, I had missed off of him too...the smell of him, the
taste of him, all of him, but was too stupid to realize it.  Our naked
bodies rolled onto the couch where we moved into a sixty nine and gave
each other some really good head.  Just as I was going all the way
down on his beautiful cock, he let out a really long and stinking
fart.  It was my lucky day!

I'd always been the less aggressive partner in our shit play.  I often
took bites of his shit and ate it...I even licked our turds, but today I
was gonna go for the gold and eat as much of his load as possible!  I
rolled him around so he was on all fours on the floor and my face
under his ass.

Remember me mentioning his ability to produce massive logs?  I was
going to take whatever he could give me, so I moved up to his sweet
hole and planted my mouth on it.  I rimmed him like I never had
before.  I first suck those ass lips into my mouth like I was trying
to swallow them too.  The lips were puffing out into my mouth with the
strong suction.  I stuck my tongue into his hole to lube it up.  Just
inside was the hard tip of his shit, so I licked that too.  Above me,
he was cooing like a baby.  He loved getting his ass eaten as much as
he liked a hard fuck.  While my mouth was busy, my nose inhaled his
asscrack scent which was slightly gamey.

I kept on sucking his butthole until I felt his anus start to dilate.
Finally, he was about to give birth to a log.  I opened my jaw a
little to allow room in my mouth.  The tip of his shit oozed out about
an inch.  It was very hard and dry, but I bit the tip off without
breaking my seal on his hole.  I managed to keep sucking while I half
chewed it up and swallowed.  I heard him make his classic shit "grunt"
sound and out slide another inch of shit loaf.  I licked all over the
end where I had just bit off that first bite.  It was rough with the
grooves that my front teeth had left.  I could taste the bitterness of
the cross-section that was exposed.  It made my dick even harder.

Speaking of my dick, I wasn't even touching it.  I was living for the
shit experience and wasn't gonna be distracted by anything.  I didn't
want to jack my dick and come too soon and lose the "moment".  I heard
another grunt and his log advanced again.  I bit off a chunk before
too much more could move out.  I was sure that the new chunk I'd
bitten off was the last of the dry and knobby section that usually
comes first.  I chewed this one up better so I could swallow it more
easily.  My mouth was full of chewed up turd and shit spit.  I could
feel it stuck in my back teeth.  I swallowed and managed to not gag
from the thick muddy texture.

I went back to sucking the exposed part again and it moved out some
more.  The new exposed end was softer.  It was my favorite kind, not
too soft but soft enough to let you squish it against the roof of you
mouth.  I actually got a mouthful on that last advance and although it
was soft, it was hard to swallow a lot at once.  As if reading my
mind, I felt a squirt of piss on my chest.  I moved forward and put my
head under his cock, breaking my seal on his hole, but I needed some
liquid.  I let the piss fill with salty, strong piss.  It washed a lot
of the shit down my throat and gave my mouth the moisture it needed to
carry on.  I slid backwards again and put my vacuum seal back on his
asshole.  I felt piss dribbling on me somewhere below still.  The
entire time I was eating or drinking, he was very vocal with grunts
and moans...it was so sexy.

His shit began moving again.  He let it advance a few inches or
centimeters at a time just like a professional feeder, never
overwhelming me.  I lost count of how much I'd eaten, but I guess it
had to be about six inches over the duration of many minutes.
Finally, I felt his ass pinch off the shit and the last of that log
was in my mouth.  I'd done it!  I had eaten a whole log all by myself.

He stood up and turned around to face me.  He got on his knees and
pulled me roughly up to his face.

"Oh baby...you are the hottest motherfucker in the world!"

My mouth was full of half chewed shit and brown saliva was oozing down
my chin and neck.  Before I could mumble anything back, he started
kissing me hard and sucked the shit back into his mouth.  The kiss was
like electricity.  His grip on me was both violent and erotic.  After
our kiss was over, he pulled me to the kitchen floor.  He had me sit
on the floor again while he stood over me.  He farted and then a long,
light brown log started flowing like soft-serve ice cream onto my
crotch.  I wondered how did such a slim guy hold so much shit in his
body.  His shit curled up on my crotch like a coiled snaked and
finally broke off.

He picked up the coil of shit and placed it over my hard cock with my
shaft sticking out of the middle.  It was like a giant shit donut
wrapped around my cock.  He got down and started sucking my cock.  As
he deep throated me, his nose, chin, and mouth squished into the shit
and stuck.  His nostrils were almost covered up.  After several
repeats of this, he sensed I was about to cum and held off on more
sucking.  He stood up and lowered his fine ass onto my cock while
facing me.  As he sat on it hard, the shit made a squishy sound.   He
reached under him and grabbed some shit in each hand.

He began riding me slowly with shit wrapped around the base of my cock
and resting on my balls.  The warm steaminess felt good.  He reached
his hands down and grabbed clumps of his shit and smeared it all over
my belly and chest.  As he slowly road my cock, he pissed a small
stream onto my shit covered torso.  The extra moisture made his shit
smoother and slick.  He rocked on my cock for several minutes.  Midway
through, he put his hands behind him and braced his body up holding
onto my legs.  With his feet, he massaged the soft shit on my chest
onto my neck and face.  I nearly came when he pushed his shit covered
foot into my mouth.  After a minute or two, I'd sucked it clean with
only the slightest film of brown left on it.  There was still shit in
his toenails, though.  He scooped up more shit and smeared it onto his
own chest.  I reached up to help rub it all in.  He grabbed my hand
and sucked my fingers.

Finally, he moved down on top of me and we kissed.  My dick felt so
good in his shitty ass.  Despite the pile of shit he just laid, there
was more left up his bunghole.  His hole and shit were compacted by my
dick driving in and out.  As we made out, some of the shit was drying
on our body and making a smack sound as our skin randomly separated.
He rubbed shit into my armpits and then began eating it out of my pit
hair.  My kitchen stank to high heaven like a sewer!  There were shit
prints all over the tile, thank god we'd moved out of the living room.

He went to my nipple and started sucking and chewing it hard.  I'd
already edged so many times, I couldn't keep from letting my load go.
I started ramming his sweet booty as hard as I could while holding it
down with my hands.  Squirt after squirt of my cum shot into his
shit-filled butt.  I was yelling my lungs out all through my orgasm—it
was the most intense cum I'd ever had.  Jacking with his shit, he
grabbed his cock and started shooting along with me.  After we were
done, we lay there spent and not moving for over a minute.  We just
kept saying "oh my god" over and over while getting our breath back.

"That was the fuck of all fucks, you sexy motherfucker!" he whispered
into my ear, still on top of me.

"Baby, that's because I love you!" I said at last. He kissed me
passionately and slowly this time.

"Me too, babe, loved you for quite a while.

My dick started going limp and I had to piss really bad.  I had always
wanted to piss up someone's ass, so here was my chance finally.  I
didn't tell him what I was doing, I just let it go.  He was no
dummy--after ten or so seconds, he let out a low chuckle.

"Fill me up stud, let it go!"

After I pissed, we still lay there. I didn't want to separate.  I'd
found my soul-mate for life and he was right there under my nose for a
long time.  I was giddy inside and felt like I was "high".  However,
as the A/C came on, I realized the cold and drying shit was starting
to irritate my skin.  I motioned for him to get up and he pulled me up
with him.

"Let's hit the shower, bud," I told him.

He wiped off his feet with a paper towel and we made our way to the
master shower.  As we entered, he told me he had to release his piss
filled ass.  In the shower stall, I got underneath him and let him
empty his shit, cum, and piss mix onto my head.  Lots of it dripped
down into my open mouth and I sucked it in.  It was like ambrosia for
piglets.  He rubbed the shit chunks into my hair, massaging my scalp.
This was utter depravity, and I loved it!

Once showered, our appearance looked clean, yet there was a hidden
odor about us.  We smelled like soap, shampoo, aftershave, and a mild
hint of turd (which didn't bother us any).  We made our way back to
the kitchen and wiped up the shit prints off the tile, but not until I
took a photo of the floor.  I wanted a memento of the day I fell in
love.  We made our way back to the bedroom later and just watched TV
in each other's arms.   I told him about my mixed up feelings that I'd
had all year about everything.  He patiently listened with his hand
down under my ass stroking my hole.

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A few weeks later, my parents had me over for my birthday.  Billy came
with me.  My parents had met him long ago, but didn't know until
recently that we were a couple.  I'd come out to my parents long
before, but it wasn't until they knew I had a serious relationship
with someone that they truly acknowledged it.  Their main concern
wasn't that I was gay necessarily, they were embarrassed about me
simply liking men.  They were worried that I was going to catch HIV
and die.  I had to talk to them and convince them I played safe.

Just after dinner, and before mom brought out the cake.  My dad turned
all serious.

"Greg, your mom and I want to talk seriously with you for a minute."

My stomach got tight.  I was so sure this was going to be some lecture
about safe gay sex or something.  Billy looked uncomfortable, too.

"You've really impressed us since these last years.  You've grown up
and made your mom and me really proud.  You're a hard worker.  You've
paid your bills, maintained a house, and even saved some money up.
For all your work, we're signing the deed to your grandma's house over
to you.  We'll go to the title company next week and get it done."

I was stunned and elated.  When I didn't speak at first, Billy
playfully slapped me on the back.

"Hello, anyone there?"

We all started laughing.  Mom got up and got the cake.  They sang
"Happy Birthday" to me and we ate cake.  Damn he was so cute in that
tight white t-shirt and cake on his face.  We stayed later and visited
with my parents.  We had a great time.

Once we got home, he let me scrape off a lot of icing off the leftover
cake and let me eat it out of his crack.  It was wonderful evening.  I
had a wonderful lover.  It was going to be a wonderful life with him.