Date: Tue, 13 Mar 2012 09:53:31 -0500
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Nasty Reunion part 3

Nasty Reunion Part 3

(fictional story)

Graduation day was almost near.  I had only one week of high school
left--and those days were full of final exams.  I wasn't worried about
my grades, but the uncertainty of life after high school was stressing
me out.  I had no desire to go to college, but I didn't want to be
working at McDonald's as a peon forever either.  I did like the
atmosphere at work and I did my job well.  My manager offered to put
me in a training class for a shift manager as soon as school was out.
School and work had been so busy that I'd barely gotten to hang with
Sal since our nasty sexual adventure a couple of weeks before.  Mom
and dad were constantly around and when I was available, Sal was
running errands for his grandmother or fixing something in her house.
I couldn't keep the sight of his naked body out of my thoughts even
though I stayed busy.

I found out more about his job issue on that last afternoon that we
had sex.  He had been working as a manager in a family owned
restaurant.  He had gotten into several disagreements with the
restaurant owner's son who was lazy and tried to tell Sal how to do
his job.  They finally had words and it ended with the owner's son
telling Sal he was fired.  The owner later called Sal and tried to
hire him back, but Sal refused.  The owner's son had been very
closeted, Sal said, and was very pissy to him after Sal had seen him
out at a gay leather bar.  Sal was sure he was fired son feared being
"out-ed".  Sal couldn't care less if the guy was gay, of course.  Sal
was out to everyone, even his grandmother.

Sal showed me several texts and emails from his former employees who
either asked him to come back or asked to be considered for hire at
whatever restaurant he went to next.  Everyone really liked him.  A
couple of head hunters contacted him after he posted his resume
online.  He was in demand and was likely to get a good general manager
job when he chose his next job.

Graduation came and went and I worked hard during the summer.  I
quickly became a shift manager and won the respect of my coworkers who
were working side by side with me before I was promoted.  I treated
everyone with respect and my shifts always ran smoothly.  My assistant
manager, Eddie, was effeminate and some of the guys mocked him behind
his back.  I got onto them when they did and they seemed to be
embarrassed after I did.  Eddie had always seem to be sweet on me but
I tried not to play on it anymore.  He was handsome, but not my type
(not butch).

Finally, mom and dad went out of town again for the 4th of July
weekend.  I emailed Sal and he replied stating that he was available
to hang out.  Unfortunately, I'd be working each day, but we'd have
the evenings and nights together.  Knowing that he and I would be
having hot and nasty sex again put me in a great mood all week.
Finally, Friday evening came and I dropped mom and dad off at the
airport.  I'd told Sal what time I was taking my parents to the
airline and that the back door would be unlocked if he wanted to let
himself in early.

When I got back home, I parked my parents car in the garage and went
in to the house.  I figured he would enjoy watching TV in the basement
(dad's man cave).  It had a bar and pool table.  Crazy Sal!  He was
sitting naked in Dad's chair in the living room with Dad's slippers on
watching ESPN with a cold beer in his hand.  His fat cock was half
hard with the skin peeled back and oozing precum.

"Home so early, son?" he joked.

"Yeah dad, I'm home early so I could suck your big fat cock."

He just turned his beer bottle up and downed the foamy liquid in one
long swallow.  He burped a long, nasty, guttural belch.

"Well hop to it!" he said as he winked at me.

I pulled off my shirt and made my way to him and got on my knees to
blow him.  I was getting better at sucking him and could now get my
mouth wide open enough to take most of it in.  It wasn't long like
mine, but fat.  His Prince Albert was shown with pride, the foreskin
slightly covering the insertion hole.  I was glad to see that it back
on his cock.  I pumped my mouth up and down for over five minutes and
my jaw was already beginning to ache.

"Come sit on daddy's lap," he said, still horsing around.

I sat on his lap and on his dick so that it was laying flat under my
pant covered ass cheeks.  I put my arm around him, and as I did, he
sniffed my armpit deeply.  He kept his nose there and asked me how my
day was.  Told him some of the events at work, no one actually called
in sick, sales were good, etc.

"I have some news.  I've accepted a job."

I felt a little anxious for a minute.  I thought he was going to say
that he'd be moving back to the city he had been working in before...but
he didn't.

"I've accepted a general manager job for a brand new restaurant
downtown.  I start at the end of summer after the construction is
complete."

I told him that was great news.  We kissed for several minutes
heatedly.  I could tell that he had showered, but didn't use the cheap
deodorant this time.  I ran my hands up his sideburns and into his
hair.  No hair gel either, I noticed...it was very soft when not spiked
up.  He undid the snap on my pants and unzipped them.  I stood up
momentarily to kick them off.  At that point, I just had on my work
socks.  I sat back down on the top his hairy legs.

"I have other news too.  Nana is tired of trying to maintain her
house.  I'm using my savings to buy it from her and she's moving to an
assisted living apartment downtown--a high rise!  Lots of her friends
are there and my great aunt Susan might be moving there, too.  I'm
going to spend the summer remodeling the house before I have to go
back to work."

I was very excited for him and a little jealous.  I envied him for
having a place of his own.  Even with my promotion, I could barely
afford to pay rent and save any money afterward for the car I would
need.  My idle thoughts didn't last long before I felt his hand slide
up under my ass and his middle finger roughly slid in.

"Daddy's hungry, but I don't feel anything in the oven." He smirked.

"I know, I shit tonight on my lunch break, couldn't hold it." I admitted.

"Well not to worry, daddy's got to take a major dump...first one since
yesterday afternoon and it's gonna be big."

My dick had gone soft when were talking about his new job, but now it
was fully rock hard.  Was I finally going to get to play with someone
else's shit?  I was both nervous and incredibly horny--my heart was
racing.  I got up and was headed to the bathroom, but he had other
plans.

"Where you going stud?" he asked.

"Are we gonna shit in the bathroom?" I naively replied.

"The only place for eating is the dining room, buddy."

He just got up and walked out of the room.  I stood there dumbly until
I snapped out of it and followed him into our dining room.  It was
never used much anymore except for when company came over.  I was
surprised, though, that there was a large, clear covering over the
table like the kind of plastic you lay down when you paint a room.
Two of the dining chairs had canvas sheets over them.  The table had a
single place setting of a plate, fork, knife, and spoon.  Next to it
was an empty glass.  That fucker had come in and set all this up right
before I came home.  Sneaky devil!

I walked over to the chair and he courteously pulled it out for me and
pushed it in after I sat.

"Tonight's menu consist of several delicacies.  I think it's time for
dinner to be served.  Let me serve your drink please."

He picked up the tall glass and held it under his cock for about ten
seconds.  At last, a steady stream of golden piss started shooting in
it.  It filled up quickly and he stopped it just before it's foamy
head reached the rim of the glass.  I took the glass and swallowed
half of it down.

"Mmm, fresh vintage." I said.

"Shall I serve dinner?" he asked in that deep sexy voice.  I nodded yes.

He then surprised me by hopping on top of the table.  The table was
quite sturdy, but it took me by surprise.  He turned around, butt
facing me, and squatted over the plate.  He farted loudly and it stunk
to high heaven.  I started jacking with the pre ooze leaking from my
dick.

"Hands off the cock." He ordered.  I reluctantly did it.

After another fart, a tip of a turd poked out of his beautiful
asshole.  It was like watching a incredible erotic scat video.  Every
few seconds, more of his turd eased out.  My nose was tingling as the
odor hit it.  It was a mild smell compared to my own shit.  After
nearly a minute, six inches of thick and solid shit had slid out--very
firm and knobby.  Finally, it started moving faster and the end of it
popped out...but that wasn't the end of this dump!  A new log came
sliding out making pops and crackling sounds faster and softer.  After
six inches of that came out, some very soft, almost mushy shit came
out in dollops until one last fart signaled the end.  It silently
popped out and landed like atop the turd pile like brown whipped
cream.

"Dude, oh my god, what a fucking huge dump!  I've never seen anything
like this!" I exclaimed.  "I don't shit this much in three days".

He was beaming and proud with a big smile on his face, gap in his
teeth showing again.  So handsome.

"Yeah, well that's a typical dump for me dude."

I was still flabbergasted.

So, grab your fork, it's time for dinner.

I was so hyped, I didn't even think about the smell or anything.
Still, I heeded his earlier advice about hesitating.  I grabbed my
fork and was about to just dive in.

"Grab your fork and knife both, Zac.  Now you got several grades and
flavors of shit right here in this one steaming pile.  I want you to
cut off some of this prime solid first and chew it up."

I used my knife and fork to cut off the crown of log that had oozed
out first.  I sliced an inch thick portion off and popped it in my
mouth.  It was nice and warm still, but very dry...pasty.  The solid
chunk was bitter. I looked down at cross section of the turd and saw a
small piece of corn.  I chewed it up quickly, but it was hard to
swallow due to it's consistency.

"You might wanna wash that one down good with some of  my piss, bro."

I obediently grabbed the glass, still warm to the touch, and drank
down half of it.  I could feel a lot of shit in my back teeth still.
I speedily went back for a second chunk.  I chewed fast and tasted the
corn kernel before it went down my throat to my belly.

"Now, I want you to try some of this softer meat.  It's likely to be more mild."

I grabbed my fork and cut off a larger piece than before.  I plopped
it in my mouth fast and noticed its softness right away.  It was much
more mild in flavor.  I squished it against the roof of my mouth and
savored it.  I had a second helping, too."

"You ok still, don't over do it, sexy."

I just smiled back.

"You look so hot with teeth full of my brown shit!" he cooed.

I swallowed all of the semi soft shit easily without needing a drink
of piss.  Regardless, he stood up and refilled my glass with more warm
and foamy piss.  I took a second bite of the semi soft.  It was creamy
like smooth peanut butter.  After it was down my throat, I licked the
fork clean.  He moved the plate around, and pointed to the really
messy shit that came out next to last.

"Now, be careful with this soft shit. It can be nasty or perfect...not
always the same, depends on what you ate.  The softness might make you
react if you think of it as runny shit.  Just think of it as something
delicious that came from your buddy's juicy manhole."

I used my spoon and dug some of the soft stuff out of the center of
the shit coiled on the plate.  Surprisingly, it had a sweet aftertaste
like an artificial sweetener had been added.  I'd have to ask him
later what he ate.  It stunk more than the solid and semi soft shit,
but it tasted the best.  I left it in my mouth and motioned for him to
move over to kiss me.  His warm lips were on mine and we French kissed
as I fed him this shit.  I tried eating more of each of the different
varieties again, but it was getting cold and not so appetizing.

He got all the way back up on the table again but in a doggie style
pose, ass in my face.  I took this as a signal to clean his freshly
shitted hole with my mouth.  I moved in and began to suck hard on his
lips.  Little tiny chunks came out into my mouth and swallowed them.
He had his face in the plate an was eating the rest of his shit
without using his hands.  I rimmed for what seemed like ten minutes or
so until my tongue was sore from tongue fucking him.  I looked down in
disbelief after he slid off the table and showed me not only an empty
plate, but he had licked it nearly clean!  His mouth and face was
covered with his shit.  He looked like a little kid who'd helped
himself to a Hershey bar.

My stomach was suddenly feeling bloated and I put my hand on it.

"You going to hurl?"

I just shrugged my shoulders.  I didn't know if I was truly going to
vomit.  I had gone from a shit eating "high" to a moment of reality
and the odor stinking shit permeated the room, even though there was
practically none of left anywhere.  My stomach felt bloated.

"We can clean this up later.  Let's head to your room."

We got up and headed down the hallway.  Just as we left the dining
room, I saw my reflection in the decorative mirror--I had a shit
moustache!  No wonder I smelled it.  I followed him into my room and
as the door opened, I was surprised to hear some trip hop music
playing lowly.  My room was lit only by two lava lamps which I'd never
seen before.  He picked up a damp towel that had been placed there in
advanced and wiped my mouth.

"Daddy's gonna wipe that shit of your mouth."  He said in a low, husky
voice.  "I though I'd bring over some mood lighting, you like it?"

I nodded yes.

One warm hand was placed under my chin and the other wiped it with the
towel.  He led me to the bed and did something that no one had ever
done since I was a kid--he picked me up!   He laid me down on my back
and scooted next to me.  I noticed that there was a blanket on the bed
that was not mine either.  He started nibbling on my ear and slowly
moved to my Adam's apple where his tongue lightly licked.   His left
hand gently rubbed and soothed my stomach.  Soon, I was cooing like a
baby.  Before long, I had forgotten that I'd eaten a pound of his shit
and we started to make out again.  His breath smelled of shit, but I
didn't care.  The low lighting, soft blanket, and the CD of Massive
Attack playing at a low volume, totally relaxed me and my stomach
settled.  I let out a nasty shitty fart-smelling burp that took
pressure from my belly, too.  He leaned neared and sniffed.

I rolled over on top of him and rubbed my smooth ass cheeks all over
his fat cock.  I liked the way the ring in his cock head felt cold
against my crack.

"Hey twink...you're still a virgin, huh?"

I nodded yes to him.

"I sure would love to fuck that precious ass of yours some day.  That
right there is some primo boy butt!"

I laughed and replied, "Yeah, but you'd split me right in two!"

He smiled.  "I think that tight little hole would learn to accommodate
it.  But for now a guy can dream."

He grabbed me and playfully forced me down on side and he moved down
to suck my dick.  He deep throated me again without any effort.  In
fact, even with my cock down his throat, he managed to stick his
tongue out and lick my balls!  What a pro.  I moved down to suck him
to form a sixty nine position.  As we hungrily sucked cock, I felt his
leg lift up and curve itself against my head, pinning it down to the
bed.   Immediately, I felt a stream of warm piss flowing into my
mouth, sneaky bastard!  Plus, he had me locked where I couldn't pull
off.

I struggled to keep up with the flow and coughed.  He let up on the
flow, but didn't release my head from his grip.  After I settled down,
more piss came.  The deluge of urine was intoxicating and I felt like
I was going to cum.  However, before I could, he pulled his mouth off
of me and I lost the urge.  Instead, he sucked both of my low hanging
balls into his mouth with one sucking motion and soon had them
securely trapped in his jaws.  He let go of my head and moved his leg
back down.

To get him back, I rolled around in a flash and sat on his head, face
in my crack.  I'd been feeling a huge fart welling up in my hole and
had held it in.  Once I had my butthole firmly pressed against his
nostrils, arms pinned down, I let the fart blast out.  It exploded
with a wet and nasty rumble, I felt something wet expel at the same
time.

"Hey, awesome man...how did you know I was craving some ass juice?  I
love the flavor of a man's rectal mucus...and that fart was really heady
and raw."

Of course, that nasty pig loved it.  So much for my "revenge".

He pulled his arm free and said, "But speaking of mucus, I've been
saving this for you."

His pointer finger dug into his right nostril and pulled out the
hugest booger I'd ever seen in my life.  It was nearly the size of a
bean, half green, half yellow, and left a slime trail as it was pulled
out of it's home.  He held it in front of my face to inspect.  I then
noticed a small nasal hair sticking out of it.  Naturally, I stuck my
tongue out to receive it.  He smashed it onto my long tongue as if he
was smearing it on a wall.  It was warm and mushy.  I squashed it
against the roof of my mouth and savored it.  It really didn't have a
flavor, but knowing whose nose it came from alone made it delicious.

We relaxed naked and talked about all kinds of things into the early
hours until we fell asleep.  Just as the sun came up, I woke up to his
nose sniffing up my crack.  I'd been lying on my stomach and he'd
slowly pulled of the covers and moved down to rest his mouth and nose
in my butt.  I had the urge to fart and let it go.  It smelled of
shit.  I'd need to go soon.  I looked up at the clock and I still had
a few hours before work.  He continued to suck on my hole.  I felt his
long tongue begin to delve deeper like a drill.  Sucking and tongue
fucking, he knew his game.  My hole was really relaxing.  I could hear
him spitting several times.  My hole was warm with the filling of his
drool, then he sucked it all back out.  I was so relaxed that I didn't
realize that his suction action had dislodged the small turd waiting
inside my hole until I felt his tongue licking around it.  I pushed
and heard a plop sound as it quickly came out of my hole.

"Damn, you got a rocket launcher back here!" he said with his mouth
full.  "Mmmmm."

I turned around and watched him twirling it around in his mouth.

"Wanna share?" I asked.

He bounced up next to me and we began shit kissing--my first time.  It
was fucking incredible to sit there kissing a stud passing my own shit
back and forth with our tongues. We started kissing sensually but it
turned animal-like as we began grunting and tongue raping each others
mouth.  It wasn't long before the plum sized turd was mashed, mangled,
liquefied, and swallowed.  He moved my head down to his cock and slid
it my mouth just barely in the nick of time before piss started
splattering onto my tonsils.  It wasn't a large load, but it came out
fast.  I gulped it down as fast as it came.

The he did something new to me again.  He started licking up and down
my face.  He started from the neck and licked all the way up to my
eyes.  My forehead was next.  I could smell his warm saliva mixed with
shit all over my face.  He literally licked my face all over.  The
climax came when he put my entire nose into his mouth and started
sucking.  I was in ecstasy getting my nose blown, no pun intended.  He
started jacking my cock with his left hand and sucking hard on my
hose, sucking snot from the nostrils.  I was half breathing through my
nose and half through my mouth.  When my nose was covered by his
mouth, I'd inhale his breath into mine.  Now and then, he lifted up to
lick and suck on the individual parts of my nose, especially the
nostrils.  He wiggled his tongue into each nostril hole the best he
could before engulfing the entire nose into his mouth again.  That
sensation mixed with his goatee scraping my skin made my cock start
exploding.  I was practically yelling from the orgasm like a girl.  My
cum splattered everywhere.

As I sat in a daze, I felt him licking up all of my come on the
various body parts that it landed on, including his own hands.  I
tried to turn over so I could return the favor and get him off.  He
just lay next to me holding me down, hinting that moving wasn't
necessary.

"Don't get up, sexy.  Let's just enjoy the moment."

We lay there arm in arm until I felt him pulling me up.

"To the shower, young man.  You gotta get to work soon."

That night at work dragged on forever.  I couldn't wait until I got
home to have more nasty sex with Sal.


To be continued

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