Date: Sat, 18 Feb 2012 20:37:08 -0600
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Nasty Reunion part 2

Nasty Reunion part 2

(fictional story)

I regretted leaving without attempting to get a look at his cock or
see him naked, but hell, he'd given me the best blow job I ever had.
After I left Sal's place, I ran home to do my homework as fast as
possible.  I only had homework assigned in one class that day, math.
After I finished, I raced to my computer and signed on to all of the
messenger programs that Sal gave me his ID names...Yahoo, AIM, etc.  My
dick was hard with anticipation.  I pulled it out to lightly stroke it
while I waited for him to come online.  I waited an hour and nothing.
Suddenly, I heard my mom calling me down for supper with her and my
dad.  I didn't give a damn about eating, I just wanted to wait for Sal
so I could chat with him all night long.  I forced myself go
downstairs and eat at least one helping of each food.  Dad and mom
tried to make small talk, but I wasn't interested at all.  The second
I was done, I told them I had to go finish a lot of homework and
excused myself.  They gave each other a "kids will be kids" kind of
look.

.  Running back up the stairs, my cock grew hard again just thinking
about that sexy fucker next door.  The instant that I stepped into my
room, I heard the "ding" sound of an instant message.  I cleared the
screensaver and found a message from him waiting for me.  I began
typing and soon we were catching up on the time since he'd left.  He
told me he'd gone to college, worked in the restaurant business and
then got fired recently.  He was very candid about it.  It turns out
he was using this time to reevaluate what career he really wanted.
His grandma was cool with him living there until he got another job
and saved up.  She wanted him to stay for the rest of the year,
actually.

I asked him if he had a boyfriend, he said he didn't but he wanted to
wait until we met in person to discuss intimate things.  I was dying
to know if he stayed a shit eater...I mean, how DO you bring that up in
a conversation?  He did send me a file.  I gasped as I opened it...a
close of up his wonderful pierced cock.  In the photo, there was a
drop of pre-cum resting atop his piss slit.  His dick didn't look
long, but was really fat.  Just looking at the photo made my mouth
water.

"I just took that for you on my phone right now while thinking of
you!" he typed.

Even though I was alone, my face flushed.

"Zac!  You got a minute?" called dad from outside my door.

I quickly minimized my screens and pulled up my media player to appear
as if I was just listening to music.  It was playing dance music.  I
shifted in my chair to cover my engorged boner.

"Come in dad".  I said...he opened the door and came inside.

"Hey bud, your mom and I are going to that wine tasting thing that
she's all a flutter about.  It's several hours away, so we're gonna
just find a hotel and stay there Saturday night.   Mom will leave you
some leftovers to heat up, just letting you know."

"That's cool, dad", I mumbled trying to not sound overly excited.  I'd
been left alone overnight a couple of times before, so it was no big
deal.  This time it meant more because I knew I was gonna try to get
Sal to spend the night with me.  Good ol' dad always catered to mom's
whims.

The minute my dad left I noticed the minimized chat box blinking.  I
clicked on it to make it pop back up and saw Sal had asked me if I was
still there.  I typed to him about my parents leaving early Saturday
and asked him if he'd like to hang out.

"Fuck yeah!" he typed.

After another few minutes of online chatting, we agreed that he'd come
over Saturday morning (which was two days away).  By the time we
stopped chatting, mom and dad were in bed. I was so fucking horny I
had to jack off immediately.  I didn't worry about my parents because
they'd knock before entering.  I logged off and stripped off all of my
clothes.  I spit on my cock and started massaging my cock head.  I
reached behind me and dug my middle finger into my ass.  Just inside
my hole there was a gumball sized nugget. I plucked it out onto my
sheet and grabbed it.  It was warm to the touch and sticky.  I plopped
it into my mouth!

I needed more lube, so I spit a shitty glob of spit into my hand and
began pumping my cock.  I stared at his cock photo which was enlarged
and displayed on my computer monitor.  I wondered what he looked like
naked.  I wondered what he looked like pissing and taking a huge,
nasty dump.  The thought of that was like an overload, and I started
chewing my shit up imagining it was his turd meat being ground up in
my mouth--I swallowed it all in a single gulp.   Suddenly, my cum began
to spurt all over the place as I had an intense orgasm.  Sweaty and
out of breath, I lay back in the afterglow of ejaculating and let out
a burp that tasted half like dinner, half like shit.  I fell asleep
like that.

The next day, Friday, I was both horned up and nervously anxious.  I
woke up with a bitter taste in my mouth.  Turns out it was only the
shit left in my teeth from the night before.  I jumped in the shower
and began trying to wake up more.  Then I remembered about my parents
leaving the next day and I became more alert.  I used the spray of the
shower to flush the little shit chunks I could still feel in my back
teeth.  My shit had  been really firm and waxy.  I wondered what semi
soft shit would taste like.  Would it be easier to clean up and rinse
out?  I washed my body with soap, jacking my already hard cock some
more.  Needless to say, I shot a quick load before getting out and
drying off.  As I got out and began to dress, I realized I was running
late.  I pulled on my jeans without any underwear, something I never
did, and dressed as fast as possible.

I already had my driver's license and dad had given me his old car.
Not many of my high school friends had their own car yet, much less
their license.  I skipped breakfast and scrambled to the car, prepared
for a long day.  The school day dragged on forever, then I went
straight on into work.

Luckily, we were very busy and I didn't have time to think about sex
and Sal all night.  Two of the guys who work in the grill area had
called in sick so I had to flip burgers all night and help close up.
Moving around in my McDonalds's uniform, I enjoyed the new sensation
of free-balling in those polyester pants.   My apron covered my semi
hard on.  Still, I kept my mind on the job for the most part and
worked like a dog until the place finally closed.  After I left, I
smelled like grease, hamburgers, onions, etc.  I hadn't put on
deodorant in my morning rush, so my pits began to reek.  You could
tell if you were up close to me.

When I got home, dad and mom were just going to bed.  Mom gave me a
peck on the cheek and told me good night.  I was so beat that I just
went to my room and popped on the TV and lay back on my bed.  The next
thing I knew, sunlight from the half opened mini blinds was streaming
across my eyelids.  I woke up, laughing to myself that I fell asleep
in my work uniform.  I felt sleepy, but refreshed.  I got up to turn
on my computer and the doorbell rang.

I walked groggily to the front door and looked through the peephole.
It was Sal.  I opened the door in a hurry to find his handsome face
looking back at me with a look of disappointment.

"Aw man, you gotta go into work this early?"

I started laughing and told him it was still on from last night.

"Hang tight dude, I'll go change."

"Oh no, keep it on man, it sexy!  Let me finish seducing the cute guy
from behind the Mcdonald's counter!"

Up went my dick as he stepped on into the living room.  He appeared to
be showered and freshly shaved.  I could smell some cheap ass
deodorant coming from his tight white t-shirt.  He had one beat up
denim shorts that went to his knees.   He was barefoot.

As he followed me into the house, he came up from behind and I felt
his breath on my neck.

"Mmmmm, you smell good...like sweat and hamburgers!"

He slid his rough hands up under the uniform shirt and up my back as
he kissed my neck.  That gave me chills all over.  He licked up and
down my neck and I could hear him sniffing as his nose went into my
hair.  His left hand reached around and found its way up to my nipple.
 He began to tweak it softly at first, slowly pressing harder and
testing my reaction.  When I just moaned, he squeezed it a little
harder.  I moaned more to let him know that it was ok to torture those
tits--then he pinched really hard and I swooned.  I heard him softly
chuckle.  As he released my sore nipple, he caressed it with his
middle finger.

I craned my next back and his mouth met mine.  We kissed long and
deeply as his experienced tongue invaded my mouth.  The rod in his
tongue clinked against my teeth.  He turned me around so we were face
to face and put his arms around me tightly and French kissed the hell
out of me.  I was about to get a head rush from lack of breathing when
he pulled off.  His hands went lower and pulled off my shirt slowly.
As it went over my head, it formed a tent for a couple of seconds that
smelled like my damp pits.  As the shirt came all the way off, he
pulled it to his face and inhaled deeply with his eyes closed.  He
opened his eyes and smiled with his teeth showing.  I noticed a small
gap in them in the front left side under his lip.  A missing tooth
from a fight?

He tossed the shirt behind him and moved me toward the back of the
couch.  From behind me, he moved my hands to the couch hinting to
brace myself.  Then I felt my pants being unsnapped, unzipped, and
pulled down to my knees.  From behind me, he squatted down and his
nose slid into my damp crack.

"Mmmmmmm fuck, teen scented ass!"

He huffed and puffed as he sniffed up and down my butt until I felt
his warm and long tongue lick my hole.  My legs nearly buckled...good
thing he had me brace myself beforehand.  I felt his hand reach up for
my cock and pulled it backwards pointing back at him.  I'd seen that
done in online porn, but never had any of my pals do that.  Hell, none
of my pals were this good period.

Sal's tongue began flicking all over my hole dribbling spit all over
it.  I heard him spit into his hand and he began milking my cock with
it still pulled backwards.  My legs were weak so I just put all my
weight on the back of the couch and let him have at me.  Licking
turned into smacking, and that turned into an airtight vacuum suction
on my butthole.  His tongue was sliding into me deeper and deeper
until I was being majorly tongue fucked.  I felt like I would come any
second when he stopped jacking me.  He started stroking my nut sac
instead.  The sensory overload was incredible.  I began to sweat,
adding more stink to last night's cooking and sweat odors.

He now had one hand on each cheek, pulling them as far apart has he
could.  He would lick starting from my balls and over my taint,
followed by my hole and up to my tailbone.  He kept doing those long
licking strokes over and over making me crazy.  He pulled my cock back
again and got it fully lubed with spit again to start jacking it.  He
started jacking fast and hard, working my cock head into a frenzy
while ramming his pierced long tongue as deep as it would go into my
hole.  Of course, that was the limit and I began spurting cum like a
fountain.

With no one home, I had been moaning and groaning aloud as Sal
serviced me.  I practically yelled as I climaxed.  Once I was done I
felt his hot mouth sucking the last droplets from my piss hole.  He
slowly stood up and helped me step out of my work pants.  Then I was
naked save for my dirty socks.  I stood up dazed and looked at his
sexy face, his goatee was drenched in my cum!

I pulled him to me and began sucking his chin.  His long chin beard
hair was all in my mouth as I sucked them clean.  He was cool as a
cucumber, eyes closed with a devilish grin on his face.  I now
realized that I was actually a couple of inches taller than him.

"I like your style, bro!"

As I looked into his hazel eyes (with long black lashes), I saw a
kindred spirit.  Again, I wondered if he still ate shit.  I figured
I'd find out in time, but I was never a patient person.

"Let's go up to my room." I said as I picked up all my clothes.

He followed me upstairs, walking closely and often fondling my ass.

"I have to tell you dude, I have never even felt a fucking baby's
bottom as soft as your cheeks!"

I felt embarrassed, like he was comparing them to a woman or something.

"That's so fucking hot!" he said in a deeper, hoarse voice.

Once in my room, I heard him inhale again like he was smelling some
secret odor as he looked all around.

"Well, you've made me cum twice, and I haven't even seen your dick or
you naked!" I stated.

He chuckled hoarsely at my comment.

"Well dude, here I am, go for it.  I'm all yours."

He plopped onto my bed landing on his back and leaned against all of
my pillows.  The bottom of his feet were dirty from the walk over, but
were sexy as hell.  I just stood there and looked at him for almost a
minute before actually touching him.  He was patient and loved the
attention.  I sat on the bed next to him and ran my hands up and down
his hairy legs.  My two sex buds before still had little or no hair on
their bodies compared to Sal.  Sal's forearms were a little fuzzy but
the hair almost disappeared at his biceps.  I put my hand on his
biceps and squeezed.  His upper arms were muscular and tight.  Each
had a Celtic tattoo perfectly placed on them.  I tried to pull up his
shirt but it wouldn't budge.  He helped me take it off.  His shoulders
had no hair, nor his back, but there was hair around his nips and in
the middle of his pecs.  The only hair on his belly was the treasure
trail leading into his pants.

I clumsily unzipped his shorts and reached in for his cock.  He was
free-balling, too.  I pulled his half hard dick out and marveled at
it.  It was uncut, I hadn't noticed in the photo for the skin was
pulled back.  Being only semi hard, it wasn't long, but still fat as
hell with a nice overhang of foreskin covering its head.  As it became
exposed to the air, it slowly began to fully harden.  I sat mesmerized
as it grew to an impossible width.  Once fully hard, it looked to be
just over six inches.  I wondered if its width was close to that of a
beer can.

"Check this out!" he said.

He took his fingers and gripped each side of the foreskin.  He was
able to pull it out over an inch past the tip of the head.  I moved up
close to it to inspect it.  I noticed the steel ring that I'd seen in
his dick pic was missing.

"Go ahead, check it out.  Smell it.  Taste it," he said slowly with a
deep Texas drawl.

And so I did.  I stuck my nose into the skin and got a whiff of what I
now know to be smegma.  I loved it.  I stuck my tongue all inside it
as he held it open for me still.  I felt his hand let go of one side
and move to the back of my head.

Softly, he said, "Open your mouth all the way bud.  I took the ring
off so that it wouldn't be in your way."

I complied.  Slowly, he slid that fat fucking cock head into my mouth.
 Amazingly, my mouth opened wide without any problem to accommodate
it.  It tasted salty.  I began to suck his cock the best I could.  I
could open my mouth wide, but I couldn't go more than halfway down on
it for the girth.  I wondered if he was enjoying this despite my
amateur attempt.

"You're doing fine, stud," he said, as if reading my mind.  He put his
hands behind his head and closed his eyes.  My head began to slowly
bob up and down...I sucked for about ten or so minutes and then I began
to taste a lot of juicy pre cum welling up from deep in his dick.

"Take off your pants." I said.

He lifted up his ass and pulled them off and tossed them across the room.

"Ah, so much better.  I love being naked any time I can."

I took a second to admire his whole body naked.  He was white as a
sheet all over, no tan lines.  I loved the contrast of his white skin
against the black hairs on his chest and stomach.  His pubes weren't
trimmed at all, nice big bush.  His arms and legs were hairy but his
upper body and torso were not.  From the side view, his butt cheeks
had almost no hair.  When he noticed me checking out his ass, he
lifted his legs in the air and spread them.  A very light line of hair
went up and down his crack.

I got on the bed and basically felt him up all over while he patiently
relaxed.  While parts of his body were muscular like his legs and
upper arms, his chest looked like it had been tight and was starting
to lose it's shape, yet his pecs felt hard.  His nips were big and
puffy like pencil erasers.  He had a round belly that was soft to the
touch, but was firm underneath.  Overall, he seemed to have a body
that had been athletic but was now losing its definition.  For some
reason, that body type was more sexy than the most buff jocks at
school.  It was more..."real".

"Come over here," he said as he patted the empty space next to him on
the queen sized bed.

"So what do you like to do?  What turns you on?  Have you been with many guys?"

I scooted in next to his warm body and he wrapped his arm around me.
My face was nearly in his arm pit.  I openly sniffed it and then took
a chance and licked it.

"Well, that answers one of my questions," he laughed.

I began to tell him about my two buddies, one of them one sided, the
other more open, but he moved away.  I told him what experiences we
had, but I didn't tell him about my own nasty fetishes.  He listened
to me with a sexy gaze in his eyes.  His short spiky hair, long
sideburns, and long chin beard were so handsome on him.  Very
masculine look, yet kind of trashy.

I told him I loved giving oral, eating ass, sucking cock, and licking
everywhere on a guy's body.

"You like male scents like I do huh?" he asked.  I mumbled yes.

"Well me personally...I'm kind of kinky.  Nasty minded." He said. "I
love eating ass too.  I love everything about the male asshole, you
know."

"Yeah, I remember." I blurted out like a dumbass.  Fuck...I wished I
hadn't said that absent mindedly, but I did.

He just kind of looked to the side with a puzzled but amused
expression.  Without missing a beat, he kept talking.

"I liked everything the body does, all of it."

What did that mean?  I didn't make eye contact and looked off towards
my dresser.  Was that last statement a hint or was he testing me for a
reaction.  Did it mean that he was still a nasty fucker?

With my voice trembling and with a dry mouth, I spit out the words...

"I saw you eat from the bowl."

I began to sweat...after an awkward pause, he rolled on top of me kind
of roughly, naked body on mine, almost pinning me down.

With his left cheek against mine right one, his eyes looking off
somewhere else, he whispered, "If you saw that and you're still here
with me, I don't think what you saw bothers you."  He kissed me on the
neck as I stared up at the ceiling.

I didn't speak at all for a moment until he lifted his head and looked
me dead straight into the eyes.  After I didn't speak, he raised his
left eyebrow a la Spock.

"No, it actually turns me on even more!" I mumbled.

With that said, he continued to hold me down against the bed tightly
and kissed me deeply.  We made out hard, tongues twisting, spit
drooling, no one breathing, like animals until he let out a monster
fart that boomed and was several seconds long.  It both broke the ice
and made us pause.  We both began laughing...I inhaled it deeply.

He roughly rolled us over on the bed so that I was on top.  He put his
hands on the bed railings like they were tied there.  I got the hint
and pinned them down like I was forcing him.  He had a stronger body,
but I was faster.  I could tell that he liked being pinned down.  The
odor of the fart was hovering over us and was intoxicating.  It
smelled like the kind that you fart when you gotta take a shit but
can't find a bathroom and it keeps coming until you finally shit.  I
had been classifying my own fart smells for some time.

Still pinning him down, I moved down to stick my tongue in his mouth.
His tongue was there to meet mine, but I pulled away to tease him.  I
did this a few more times until I finally let our tongues touch.  As I
kept my mouth open for a long time, a build up of spit rolled down my
tongue into his mouth.  Before I could apologize, he asked for more!

I dripped one loogey after another into his hot mouth.  He loved it.

"Fuck yeah man, feed me that spit...give me more."

I drooled into his mouth again, this time letting it fall into his
nostrils.  He closed his eyes and sighed as he sniffed some of it into
his nose, my drool got sucked into his nostril.  I eventually released
his hands and dropped them back next to his body.  I moved off him and
was going to go back to sucking his dick when he pulled his knees to
his chest, ass up in the air.

"Eat me Zac."

There was no hesitation.  I was on my belly in a heartbeat with my
face in his crack slurping away.  It was my first hairy ass to eat and
I loved it.  I pulled it apart so that the soft pubic hair was parted
and slicked back to exposed his slick hole.  His hole wasn't tiny and
crinkled like mine, his ass lips were puffed out and glistened.  I put
my entire mouth over those ass lips and sucked like I was nursing on
them.  He moaned really loudly and told me I was doing a great job.  I
didn't bother with the tongue flicking that I had seen in porn videos,
I just dove in.  Soon my tongue broke the barrier.  Even though he had
puffy lips, they were tight.  But once inside, I was able to get my
entire tongue inside.  I have a long tongue!  I pummeled it hard for
ten to fifteen minutes until my tongue was getting tired.  Just as I
went in for that last deep thrust, my tongue bumped something soft.
Was that shit or his ass lining?

I could have actually been tasting shit and not realized it because I
was so into the ass eating.  I pulled back to get a breath and smiled
up at Sal.

"Come kiss me dude."

As he stretched his legs back out and I moved up to kiss him, he held
my chin for a minute.

"Stick out your tongue."  I did and he looked at it closely, then grinned.

"What?" I asked.

He just pulled my into his arms again and began sucking my tongue like
it was a dick.  After that intense kissing, we tumbled back on the bed
again and just lay there.  My head rested on his chest.  I noticed the
contrast between the dark hairs on his pale skin which was almost
translucent.   I moved  my hand up to tweak his nipple.

"Suck on it." He ordered.

I moved my head to suck on his thick nipple.  It reacted instantly and
hardened under my tongue.  My cock was pressing against his leg.  I
felt his free hand reach to my ass.  A wet finger slid into my hole
and I jumped a little.

"Easy brother, it's just a finger.  I got a feeling you're a virgin
back there, huh?"

Just then the phone rang and made me jump.  The caller ID showed mom's
cell.  If I didn't answer it she would just call back with worry until
she reached me.

"Hey mom," I answered.  "Yeah, I got your note, found the food.  Naw,
I'm just hanging out with Sal.  We might go running around later."  I
looked at Sal and shrugged my shoulders.  He just laughed.  "Ok mom,
have fun."

I hung up the phone and rolled back to his chest.

"Well that sounds better than `Sal and I are gonna have sex all day'."
He joked.  "And I hope we are!"


He laid another long kiss on me.

"At some point, I need to go tell my nana where I'm at.  She will
probably want to make us lunch." He sighed.

We lay there arm and arm quietly for a bit, just stroking each others
cocks and kissing.  I was more relaxed that I had been in ages.  I
kept marveling at the sexy fucker laying next to me.

"So, what did you see, or what did you think you saw?" he said without
looking at me.

My face flushed again.

"I...saw you eat what was in my toilet bowl."

He was quiet for a long time.  He turned over on his stomach but kept
his arm around me.

"You were only four years old.  I thought I was very quick at it.  Did
you tell anyone?"

I swallowed.  "No.  I really didn't think it was bad or nasty, I just
wondered why you did it.  I actually saw you do it more than once."

He laughed nervously, "Fuck, I thought I was so quick and discreet with it."

It really wasn't a big deal, but after I started jacking off years
later, I think it made me more open to nasty stuff.  In fact, I've
played with my shit a lot, I even thought of you, the 14 year old
version of you that was in my head, while I was doing it.  But damn,
you're so much hotter now!"

He patted my ass after that last comment.

"You had me worried for a minute that I scarred you for life."  His
finger moved to my hole again.

"Naw, you just made it more interesting."  I admitted.  "But, my
question is...how did YOU get into it?"

"That's a long story bro.  Right now I am fucking starving.  Let's go
next door and grab some grub, then we can come back here or go horsing
around and I'll tell you whatever you want to know about me."

Sal pulled his clothes back on and I headed for the shower.  Whether
he liked my smell or not, I needed a hot shower.  He relaxed on the
bed until I came out wet and naked.  He whistled as I bent over to get
shorts and a t-shirt out of a drawer.  I dug his playfulness.

After I dressed, I pulled on some flip flops and we walked back to his
place.  His grandmother was out back with her walker, but was watering
the garden.

"Hey boys!"

He rushed to her.

"Grandma, let me get that for you."  He took over watering for her.

"Oh come on, I'm not helpless yet." She laughed.

After he was done watering all of her plants, he turned off the water
hose and we went inside.  She started putting some food together for
us before we even asked.

"You guys can come pick it up."

We went to the kitchen counter and each took a paper plate that
contained a sandwich, chips, and a chocolate chip cookie.

"There's iced tea in the fridge."

We took our plates to the table and carried her plate for her.  We sat
and talked together until we finished our food.  I asked to be excused
for the restroom and headed down the hall.  I hadn't been in the house
since I was a kid.  The hallway to the bathroom was lined with many
family photos, mostly all of Sal at various ages.  I found several
from the time that he used to watch me.  Based on the number "15" on a
birthday cake and the year on the calendar on the wall behind him, I
calculated his current age to be 30.  Damn!  Until that week, I'd
thought 30 year old men as "old," but his face actually looked much
younger.

Another frame held his high school graduation picture.  The difference
between him at 14 vs. high school graduation was like two different
guys.  His college pic showed him shirtless at some lake with friends.
 He was buff and tight all over like the asshole jocks at school.  He
was fine as hell.  I heard their voices talking and drifted back to
the present, realizing that I still needed to go piss.  I headed into
the bathroom decorated in seaside motif and let myself drain.

After I flushed, I headed back out to the kitchen area.  He was alone.

"Nana is out on the patio on the cordless phone talking to her sister.
 Good moment for us to ease out of here.  She knows we're hanging out
today."

We left his place and went back to mine.  The minute we were inside, I
started pulling off his clothes.

"Dang dude, look who's still horny as hell!" he laughed.

I got naked too.  As we stood there, inspiration struck and I pulled
him out into the backyard.

"I've fantasized about this many times," I said.  He looked puzzled.

"I've always wanted to hang out naked with another guy outside...in the open."

He grinned and slapped me on the ass.  Our fence was a privacy fence
with no gaps in the high wood walls.  Only a single window next door
was in view of our backyard and it was the upstairs room where Sal
stayed...his grandma would never be in there.  He didn't look worried
either way, he just accepted being naked out there without any qualms.

"Feels good out here." He remarked.

It did feel good.  It was about 80F, humid, and sunny.  I pulled him
over to dad's hammock which was big enough for two.  We clumsily
rolled into it.  Once situated, we made out some more, jacking each
others cocks.  We kept using our spit for lube.  Of course, I was the
first to shoot.  It was wonderful having someone jack my dick instead
of me.   He had me use my cum to jack him off.  It was the first time
I'd seen him cum.  It was spectacular.  Although his cum didn't shoot
as high as mine, it shot plenty of thick smaller spurts onto my wrist
and his pubes.

After he came, he took my hand full of his cum and put his fingers in
my mouth.  We took turns eating it until it was gone.  We scooped the
rest of the come off his crotch, licking our fingers clean.

It became hotter as we lay there naked.  His forehead was sweating and
a droplet rolled down into his sideburns.  I licked it out.

"A week ago I was hesitant to come back home here, was afraid of being
bored.  But here I sit naked with a gorgeous twink!" he said.

I just blushed and kissed him.

"So, what made you eat my shit and piss?" I asked.

He looked up at the sky as in deep thought.  I was worried that I'd
blew it by prying.  He finally spoke up.

"Did your mom ever tell you how I came to live with my Nana?"

I shook my head "no".

"Nana blames herself, but she did her best.  My grandpa died when my
dad was a kid.  When my dad was a teen, he got involved with fucked up
friends.  Basically, dad was a drug addict and thief, mom was a slut
and crack head.  They were fuck ups and had no business trying to
raise me.  If it hadn't been for my Nana, I'd been better off not
being born.  My parents moved in together because dad knocked mom up.
Literally, I'm a bastard."

He looked really somber.  I laid my head down his pec and waited for
him to continue.

"You know those shit hole apartments on Northwest Highway that they
just bulldozed?"  he asked.  I told him yes.  "They lived there.  When
I was ten I rode my bike over there and saw how fucked up it was.  I'd
gone to see if I could find my mom or someone who knew her, but it was
all poor families and drug addicts.  Some gang types even tried to
steal my bicycle for their amusement, but I was too fast."

"The earliest memories I have are likely from when I was two or three
years old.  I remember always being in that apartment and never going
outside to play.  I remember never wearing clothes.  I had a diaper on
a lot.  I remember getting yelled at by my mother whenever I shit in
it.  At some point around when I must have been four, she just stopped
putting them on me.  When I had to shit, I ran to her and told her I
had to poopoo and she sat me on the toilet.  When I was done, she
wiped me and went back to watching TV.  I just stayed naked and ran
around that way.  My dad was rarely there during the day but didn't
care if was naked or not.  There were always different people there.
Some of them would talk to me and try to play with me, some would
ignore me.  Transients.

I found out years later dad had been a drug dealer starting at 20
years old.  He was just the local guy.  He was 24ish when we lived in
that apartment.  The people that stayed there were apparently other
druggies.  They would spend the night on the couch, the floor, and
even my parents' bed!  I didn't know what I was seeing, I've pieced it
together years later, but I remember guys openly fucking my mother in
front of me with or without my dad there.  I remember seeing my dad
and another dude both fucking my mom at the same time, both of their
dicks up in her pussy.

There was a guy there named Lonnie.  Sort of Hispanic looking.  He had
lots of tattoos and never wore a shirt.  He often played with me when
I was otherwise ignored, especially when my dad's drug boss came with
his thugs.  Sometimes the thugs would go fuck my mom in the bedroom.
Lonnie would take me to the restroom and run my bathwater for me.  He
seem to genuinely care about me and would play with me and my toys in
while he sat on the toilet.  Eventually, he would undress and get in
there with me if everyone else was asleep, stoned, or passed out.

I'd sleep with him on the couch under a huge comforter.  Remember, I
was saying that I was somehow potty trained and I ran around naked.
He slept naked, too.  I remember his warm, very smooth body next to
mine.  He'd call me to the couch to go to sleep.  I'd ask about his
hard dick sticking up, he let me touch it and explore it.  I genuinely
enjoyed it.  I thought back then that his penis and balls were
humongous.  Eventually, he showed me how to jack him off with both of
my small hands.  After he shot his load, he'd ask me to lick the cum
off his dick and fingers.  We repeated that a few times...and after each
time he fed me his cum, he'd say, "don't you love that delicious
cum?".

There was knock down, drag out fight with him and mom soon after our
sessions began, I never saw him again.  The other significant memory
was when the drug boss and his thugs came in by busting in a window in
the middle of the night.  I was sleeping on the couch alone when I
heard the ruckus.  I ran down the hall and hid in a closet.  When my
dad came running into the living room, they attacked him.  I guess my
dad fucked up somehow and they were punching him around to teach him a
lesson.  I inched the door open slightly and was freaked at what I
saw.

The next thing I remember was a guy holding a gun next to dad's head
as the other shit dude pulled down his baggy jeans and began to take a
dump on the coffee table.  After he shit, the biggest guy yelled at my
dad to eat his shit and learn his lesson.  I have no idea what dad had
done wrong, but they were punishing him for something.  My mom was
hysterical and screaming in the corner.  Dad tried to eat it but after
swallowing, he started vomiting.  Next the cops burst in, tackled the
thugs, and arrested everyone.  They found me and took me away."

I sat there stunned at Sal's tragic story.  I hugged him tighter.

"I remember being at a police station for a night and then after that
I was at my Nana's house.  She won custody of me and I was there until
I graduated high school.  I didn't see my dad for years after that.
My Nana took me to a prison once at my request to see him when I was
twelve.  He was genuinely glad to see me but acted embarrassed and
apologetic the whole time.  He was serving a fifteen year sentence for
his drug convictions.  I didn't go back.  In college, I got a copy of
the police report that was written on the day that they took me away.
It seems the neighbors had called the cops for the yelling and
screaming that was going on in there.  I found a newspaper article
about it...it was even on the local news.  Really, you can find video in
channel's five's news archives.

I don't know whatever became of my mom.  I have her name, social
security number, etc.  I've never even had the urge to find her.  She
did some jail time for neglecting me, but I didn't keep up with her.
My dad came to see me when I was in college.  He apologized for not
being a good dad.  He looked way older than he really was and seemed
to be...defeated, weather beaten.  He has seen my Nana a few times.  He
calls her at Christmas.  He lives in Houston.  But like I told my
Nana, she was the best mom and dad a guy could ever have!"

I got all misty eyed after Sal said those last words.

"Hey bud, don't get all sad.  I didn't turn out too bad."

He started playing with my cock and continued his story.

"I had some girlfriends in high school but I knew I was really just
after their friendship.  I was attracted to men ever since I began to
have any sexual thoughts.  I didn't play around with guys until my
college years.  I went to college out of state, so personally you
never saw me much or at all after that".  He said.

He paused and stared down at my dick, which he'd been slowly stroking,
keeping me half hard while telling his story.   He'd alternated
massaging the head of my cock with caressing my nut sac.  I nuzzled my
nose into his hair.  It smelled like a mix of sweat and hair gel.  I
inhaled and closed my eyes.

"Knowing I loved to read, she had sent a box of old books to me at my
dorm.  She slipped a note in there saying that some of those books had
been my dad's when he still cared about reading.  I was
surprised...mixed in the box were some of the old comic books that she
thought were dad's, but on closer inspection, the back cover had the
name, "Lonnie Octavio" handwritten on them.

Curiosity got the best of me and I went to the library's computer lab
and searched online for any "Lonnie Octavio" listings in this city.
The online version of the phone book came up with nothing, but I found
his Yahoo profile!  His photo was on it and there was no mistaking who
it was.  The Yahoo ID "Texascocklover" was the handle he used on his
profile.  Next, I searched for that Yahoo ID and found it on several
gay sex hookup sites.  I registered on a few of the sites so that I
could see his details and stuff."

At that point, Sal licked his middle finger and began to play with my
hole.  I wanted to hear his story, but I was getting turned on and
distracted.  Finally, after a few more spit loads, his finger entered
my hole and dug around deeper.  He was definitely stirring up some
shit in there.  He moved his middle finger as far as it would go up in
there and left it there.  I noticed it had gotten cloudy since we'd
come outside.  The humidity was stronger, too.

"On two of the sex sites, he had nude, faceless photos.  His body was
a little out of shape but covered all over in tattoos, smooth like I
remembered.  His stats said he loved kink, especially water sports.  I
took a chance and sent him a message on the Men4Men site.  Minutes
later, he'd messaged me back.  We exchanged some emails that day
several times and agreed to meet at night, his place.  I was very
nervous, but was excited to meet up with the first guy that I ever had
sex with, even though I was four years old.

I got directions to his apartment and drove over on my motorcycle.
After I knocked a couple of times, he finally answered.  He was
actually very handsome and hadn't aged too much for being the same age
as my dad.  He hair was cut in a fade style with a tightly trimmed and
precision cut goatee.  He had only some board shorts on that hung on
his ass, nearly about to fall off.  In a nutshell, he stripped me,
sucked me until I came, asked me to piss down his throat.  He shot a
load while I released a lot of piss for him to gurgle down.  It had
been a fantasy if mine to have a warm mouth on my cock while taking a
whiz--it was more incredible than I had imagined.  As he lay there
catching his breath, cum dripping off his uncut cock, I gathered some
on my fingers and stuck them one at a time into his mouth to let him
suck them dry.  As I finished, I said, `don't you just love the
delicious cum.'

There was a pause, then a look of shock, then a sly smile.  I knew he
knew then who I was.  He must have been dying to know how I found him,
but he said nothing.  I just got up and dressed quietly.  He didn't
even move.  He just sort of stared in spaced until I was done
dressing.  As I walked out the door, he said calmly, `take care of
yourself `.

I never went back or contacted him again.  However, I definitely
wanted some more piss action.  I looked for piss buddies online, found
nothing worthwhile.  Instead, I bought a yellow hanky--a suggestion
from an older online buddy.  I didn't know that hanky codes were a
thing of the past more or less--but wore it out to bars anyway.  I came
across many sexy fuckers that took me home and gave me piss workouts
for sure...turned out there were guys who still used the hanky business.

After piss play became routine, I wanted to experiment with scat.  I
wasn't so lucky finding anyone to play that way.  Everyone I found
online was too advanced or pretended to be into shit until we met up.
Many were way older than what was my type of guy.  At the same, I was
also afraid of catching some disease, but I was dying to eat someone's
shit.  I did, though, get into it solo.  When my nana went to bingo or
church, I took big shits, played with them, smeared up, ate it, the
whole gamut.

Eventually, that got old, and I wanted to try it again with another
dude.  I eventually found a very hot 35 year old guy that invited me
over.  We got nude, he put on some Enya, we made out, we sucked cocks
and ate each others ass--he even sucked on my pits.  I took a small
shit and I put it in my mouth, like I had done a hundred times alone
at home.  We kissed passing the small turd back and forth in our
mouths and I shot in less than a minute, it was so intense.  He wanted
to keep on kissing so he could cum, but then smelled it coming from
his mouth, a different smell than my own, and I had to hall ass and
gag in his bathroom sink.  He was cool, I was apologetic.  He never
invited me back.

I did find another few guys over the years that were my type, patient,
and whom I connect with good chemistry with whom I have shared some
hot shit and piss experiences with.  While they were fun flings, none
were repeated."

Sal paused to dig around in my hole again.

"Zac, I am going to pull out my fingers.  Do you think it will make
you sick?  I know you're into it, but I know from experience that the
first few times shit-play with another man may not go the way you
imagined...you gotta take it easy.  I don't want to overwhelm you."

I nervously swallowed.

"I'll give it a go." I said.

Sal dug a little bit more, this time roughly, and then pulled his
fingers from my hole.  They came out with a pop sound and my nose was
instantly assaulted with blast of shit stink.  I became even hornier.
Stuck to his two middle fingers was about four or five small
compressed nuggets.  Likely, they were loose until he pressed them
together inside my trench.  In the same scooping, there was a bunch of
soft shit between his fingers. The nuggets were a medium to dark
brown, the softer shit was light brown and creamy looking.

He hopped out of the hammock and sat down in the grass.  He motioned
for me to follow.

"Fuck man," he said in a deep voice. "Your shit stinks bro!"

That was followed by a deep, sexy chuckle and a wink.  He didn't mess
around, though.  With his front teeth he bit off a few of the nuggets
from his fingers and started chewing automatically like it was his
dinner.  He swallowed it down immediately.  He held his hand out for
me to take the next bite.  I moved my mouth over to it and he slid the
two fingers into my mouth.  I sucked off the remaining nuggets,
leaving the softer shit between his fingers still.

I began to slowly chew.  The flavor was a cross between nutty flavor
mixed with the bitter of the darker shit.

"Chew it fast dude, the longer you take, you're likely to hesitate."

He was a professional for sure.  I followed his instructions and
scarfed it down.  After I swallowed the rest of it, I felt a deep
satisfaction from it.

"Let's share the rest of it...the softer shit is often the best."

He gently pulled my head to his and kissed me...then he brought the
shitty fingers up and pressed it between our mouths.  We each sucked
one of the two shit covered fingers until they were clean.  The soft
shit was creamy and mellow.  I wish there had been more of it dug out.

I swallowed all of the shit that I sucked off.  After I stopped
chewing, he began French kissing me again.  As we kissed, a large lump
of shit moved from his mouth to mine.  He had saved some up in there.
At one point, I moved off his mouth and the strange smell of his own
saliva mixed up with my shit hit my nostrils and I had the urge to
gag.  He sensed it.

"Close your mouth babe."

He covered my mouth with his clean hand.  I felt my dick going limp.
It had gotten more hot and humid than when we came out and my back was
dripping with sweat.  He had sweat droplets in his sideburns.

"Just breath in and out slowly." He said looking deep into my eyes.

I did and it calmed my reflexes.  We began kissing again a minute or
so later and I got used to the smell.  Soon, I was used to it and my
dick hardened up really stiff again.  He motioned for me to squat on
the ground.  After I got on my knees, he moved his cock into my mouth.

"Don't suck, just let it sit there for a second.  I'm gonna piss down
your throat."

Just after he spoke that last word, a strong torrent of piss gushed
into my mouth like a fire hydrant.  I felt like my tonsils were being
power-washed.  It was a strong stream that nearly had me choking as I
tried to keep up with by swallowing so fast.  It was slightly salty,
not strong at all.  After he was done, he pulled me up and put his
arms around me again to kiss me.   Midway into the kiss, I burped
really loud into his face, the air puffing into his nose.  It tasted
of piss and smelled like farts.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM," he sighed as he huffed in my burp stink.
"Damn...that's all I can say!"

He pulled me into a hug and despite being shorter, he lifted me off my
feet and spun us around.  We hadn't been paying attention to the sky,
but it had gone from being semi cloudy, to a little darker.  A loud
rumble of thunder echoed across the sky.  We kept on making out
despite the rain that began to fall.  We collapsed into the grass and
rolled around like two hungry animals.

Eventually, he got me to squat over him with my cock above his face.
He spit on my cock and began jacking it.  His other finger went into
my asshole again.  The rain fell a little harder as I was getting my
dick hand milked.  His finger came out of my ass and he held it in the
air for me to suck it clean.  I bent over to reach it and it sent me
into my second orgasm of the day.  I looked down and my thin watery
jets of cum shot one after another into his open mouth.  I savored the
flavor of my creamy shit as I cleaned his finger off with my mouth.
After I finished cumming, he pulled my ass to his dick and began
rubbing his cock against my dirty hole.

"Hump it dude."

I did as he said and straddled him, my legs around his waist while
facing him.  I ground my ass back and forth against his dry dick.  The
friction felt good as I rubbed my ass trench hard against his cock.
His cock was so fat it felt like I was dry humping the end of a
baseball bat.  His cock head was being pumped inside his foreskin as
it pressed into my crack.  Soon, the dry and rough friction turned to
a slippery sensation as he shot thick cum out of his cock slit.  He
moaned loud enough for neighbors to hear as he came.  In exhaustion,
we collapsed in a warm heap, and slowly cooled off in the falling
rain.

To be continued