Date: Mon, 05 Jun 2000 22:12:30 PDT
From: Roderick Shafton <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 5 "Prison Food"

bawdypen@hotmail.com    (M/M w/s scat)

                   PRISON FOOD--Chapter 5

   Wade Pierson decided to go over and check on the carpet-
layer. He wasn't as trusting as his do-gooder wife and had only
reluctantly agreed when Dawn had insisted on using a construc-
tion company made up of ex-cons trying to make good. As butch
and aggressive as the young middle exec was in business, he was
completely pussy-whipped at home. Even though he acquised to
her liberal insistence, he made regular visits to the site of
their new home to assure himself they were doing the work
right.
   It was Saturday and he knew there would be only one person
there--the carpetlayer. But he still wanted to check the man's
progress and quality.
   "Well, hello, Mr Pierson," the guy gushed when Wade walked
in unannounced.
   "Diggs. Just wanted to see how you're progressing." He
surveyed the room, nodding that things seemed to be alright. He
studied the wiry, craggy-faced man, figuring he was about 35
although he looked about ten years older. A rough life and the
years in prison were probably responsible for his prematurity.
   They discussed minor details for a while, then Wade said,
"Eh, gotta take a dump," and headed down the hallway. The
unconscious outburst betrayed Wade's own unsophisticated
beginnings. He was fully aware of his uncouth remark, in fact,
he enjoyed using his former manner of speaking whenever he was
around the lower segment of society. Marrying into money meant
he had to constantly watch his brash tongue. He would have gone
to the upstairs bathroom, but he knew the plumbing was prepared
for only the downstairs guest bathroom. He stopped at the
doorway and frowned.
   "Hey, Diggs, they haven't gotten this door installed yet?"
   "No, sir. Uh, it didn't fit quite right and they're
bringing a new one on Monday."
   "Oh," was all he said before entering the room, slipping
his shorts off and sitting on the toilet. He had a messy
shitting, and sighed about it as he reached for the toilet
paper.
   "Um, there isn't any," Diggs suddenly said from the
doorway.
   Wade was startled but unpurturbed seeing the guy was
standing there while he was on the pot, having just taken a big
shit. The Army had resolved any embarrassment over stuff like
that. But he was pissed that he'd not bothered to check for
paper before sitting down. "Damn!"
   "Mr Pierson? You're aware I spent 16 years in prison,
aren't you?" Diggs asked.
   "Yes, of course, but right now..."
   "Well, sir, in that time I was...that is, I was often
forced to, you know, service my cellmate. I'm a little guy,
and I didn't have much to say about it, you know. And I'm sure
you've heard about some of the things that go on..."
   "Diggs," Wade sighed, exasperated, "I don't hold any of
that against you. I suppose you did what you had to do to
survive. Right now, I need something to wipe my fucking ass
with!"
   "Uh, that's what I'm kinda saying, you know. I, um, sorta
got to enjoying being treated like that...and doing the things
they made me do. One of 'em was...well, I'd sure be glad to
lick your ass for you!"
   Wade stared expressionless at the guy, studying him and
pondering his meaning. Then he got a smirk on his face and
calmly offered, "It's pretty fucking dirty at the moment, pal,
but I guess that won't bother a punk who spent 16 years getting
buggered, cocksucking, and eating out assholes, right?"
   "Not at all, sir. I got to enjoying it so much I still do
it whenever I get the chance. That's why I took the door off
when I heard you might stop by."
   "In that case," Wade tossed away the shorts he'd retrieved,
got up, looked around the small room, and suggested they go
into the living room. "Come on, let's spread out so you can
suck my ass real good. Then I'll feed you my prick and balls.
I haven't had a decent blowjob since the Army." Seeing Diggs'
eager expression and the way he was rubbing his crotch, Wade
added, "Strip down, if you want, I don't care. Guess they had
you buck naked most of the time, right?"
   "No. They didn't give a shit about my pleasure. Besides,
had to be on the lookout for the guards. As long as they were
around the toilet, it wasn't so suspicious looking. And if they
wanted to plug me, I'd just pull my pants down in back and bend
over."
   "Never fucked an asshole," Wade contemplated. "Maybe I'll
fuck you." Then, in an evil afterthought, he added, "and make
you lick my prick clean. Bet that'll bring back old times."
   "Sure would, Mr. Pierson. I'd be glad to. One thing those
bastards loved was screwing me up the ass and making me eat my
own shit off their pricks!"
   "Lay down!" Wade ordered after the guy had stripped. He
also removed his shirt and tie while nonchalantly gazing over
the guy's nudity. Skinny, but tight prison muscles. Guy had a
hard cock already. It looked rangy, like it'd been slapped
around a lot."
   Wade grabbed his nuts in one hand and his growing cock in
the other and swung a leg over the ex-con's shoulder and
squatted down over the excited guy's face. Immediately, hands
grabbed his buttcheeks from behind and began to knead them.
   "Leggo a minute," Wade said, "I wanna do something first.
Just lay there." Pulling his cock and balls to the side, he
began to lewdly scooch his shitty asshole up and down the guy's
face, smearing shit over his lips and nose!
   Diggs made no attempt to move away. In fact, he was moaning
in pleasure, loving the delicious sensation of once again being
humiliated and subjected to performing the filthiest of acts
with another man. He closed his eyes and reveled in his favor-
ite depravity...sniffing and licking as that pungent crack and
moist, sticky anus slid over his worthless shit-licking face!
   His prick was hard as steel and reached for the sky as he
remembered how long it had taken for him to stop fighting their
demands and simply adjust to his fate, and the amazing trans-
formation that happened when he finally did. Brockton, that
easy-going, non-violent but demanding rough stud. Just the
threat of what he could do to a guy was enough to get his way.
So when Diggs wanted him to clean his dirty crack after a shit,
he'd crawled right over and done it. Without a greasy, filthy
bunghole being pushed into his face, he found that being
allowed to do it on his own terms was rather exciting. So
exciting, that he actually learned to appreciate the act, the
smell, and the taste. Things were a constant orgy of lust after
that, when he secretly began approaching other cons with offers
of his ass or mouth if he could watch the con take a shit and
lick his turdhole clean. Even more surprising was finding that
cleaning a cock from his own ass was even more obscenely
demeaning now that he publicly professed his craving to eat the
shit from it!
   "Yeah, hot shit all over your face!" Wade growled, looking
down to see the results of his vulgar face-ride. "Start lick-
ing, buttwipe. Clean that shitty asshole. Lick my whole crack
and kiss my buttcheeks. No hickeys. I don't want my wife
getting suspicious. Even though I don't think she looks at my
ass any more than she has to. She's uptight about butts and
assholes and shitting. So rich her shit doesn't stink, know
what I mean?"
   "Mmm, yeah," Diggs muttered. "But yours does!"
   "Lucky for you. Now slop that dirty crack so you can
start nibbling the crap from my wrinkles before sucking out my
shithole. Oooh! I'da made a great cellmate for you, buddy. Even
better, cause I'd have just taken my shits right in your
mouth!"
   "One guy did!" Diggs gasped, quickly returning to lapping
his tongue up and down the soiled valley.
   "Damn," Wade muttered, thinking he'd come up with a
championship debasement. "Then I'd make you eat it!"
   "I did!"
   That admission made Wade forget pursuing his one-upmanship
and concentrate on enjoying the man's shameless debauchery. He
froze his anus over the guy's mouth and bore down to open it
up. Instantly, he felt a long wet tongue screwing up inside and
wiggling.
   "OH! GAWD, THAT'S WILD!" Wide cried, reaching down and
prying his buttocks as far apart as he could. He wanted the
man's tongue to slide right up his rearend and lick his rectum
clean for the next two hours. Actually, the thought occured to
him that he'd like to stay this way until he needed to shit
again. He really wanted to take a shit down the guy's throat
...that's how marvelously nasty and perverted this was to him.
   Diggs was thoroughly engrossed in eating out the handsome
young man's dirty hole. He couldn't figure why the wife paid no
attention to his ass, it was a cute little handful, nicely
propotioned, bronzed with no tan line. A deep valley that
contained odors nicely and a big pinkish asshole ringed with a
hefty circle of dark hairs...it was fantastic! And when the man
lewdly pooched it out, Diggs took full advantage of it and
buried his tongue as far up the shit-clogged anus as he could
reach. Finally, on the outside, a man who still wanted his
cruddy ass eaten out after he'd freely admitted his desire to
eat the shit off.
   "SUCK ME OUT, MAN! SUCK THE SHIT OUT OF MY ASS.
EAT IT!! We don't want to get any on your new carpeting, do
we?" Wade had a tremendous erection he was anxious to shove
up the guy's tail, but he wasn't about to change the action until
he'd thoroughly wrenched every bit of excitement out of this
delectably sordid business. What a fucking turn-on, having some
dude sucking your messy shithole after taking a dump...seeing
him down there going crazy over licking it off and swallowing
it--turdballs, shitjuice and all--and shamelessly expressing
his desire for it! "You'd eat my turd, wouldn't you?" he asked,
staring down at Diggs' glassy eyes.
   "Mmm hmmm!" the guy groaned, nodding profusely without
taking his tongue from the bitter orifice.
   "Sure you will. Plan on working alone next Saturday, too.
I'm gonna shit a big turd in your mouth, man. I wanna see you
suck it and eat it!"
   When Diggs was obviously exhausted Wade raised his cramped
legs and stood up. He let Diggs blow him for a while, then
obliged when the man eagerly turned and bent over, wantonly
pulling his cheeks open and begging for Wade to shove his big
prick up there. Wade stepped forward, grabbed the guy's scrawny
butt, and drove his cock all the way up the silky channel!
Diggs hardly flinched. In seconds he was pushing his ass back
for more, urging Wade to impale him and screw the shit out him!
Wade chuckled, realizing it wasn't an idle heated outburst...
the guy really wanted Wade the fuck the shit out him. He did,
then pulled it out when his cock was at its most outrageous.
   "DOWN ON IT!" Wade ordered. Diggs immediately spun around.
His mouth was already open as Wade stepped over him and stuffed
his filthy cock in there. The ex-con must really miss prison
life, Wade thought with amusement as the guy hungrily licked
and sucked his shit-caked dick before turning around to have it
shoved up his ass again.
   Three times Wade pulled his streaked prick from the gaping,
well-used asshole, and stuck it into the guy's mouth. Then he
clutched the man's hips and rammed him mercilessly until he'd
shot a thunderous load of jizz up the warm cavern. Then, with a
rag to carefullly catch his masturbating explosion, Diggs blew
the dirty cock to another gut-wrenching orgasm...taking the
deliciously warm sperm down his throat along with a final dose
of his own chunky shit pieces and bitter juice as he pumped off
a big wad of his own.
   "Next Saturday?" Wade asked, straightening his tie.
   "You bet, Mr Pierson. Say, can I bring along my cousin?"
   "Cousin? What for?"
   "Well, he was in the joint, too, for a while. Didn't have
to go through as much as I did, but when he got out I didn't
have to twist his arm to fuck around. Hell, I was so used to
it, I just had to find a guy who'd let me clean his hole for
him. Dan got into it...almost as much as I do. Anyway, I'm sure
he'd love licking your ass after you shit in my mouth. He
doesn't lick turds or eat them, but he sure gets off on
watching a guy take a dump and he likes cleaning their assholes
afterward. I'd sure appreciate it if he can join us. I'd like
to see if he gets so hot he licks your turd. I desperately need
a turd-buddy and he's my best hope. I like sucking his turds
and I'd do anything if I could watch him suck one of my turds
once."
   "Hmm. Sure, why not? Bring him along. I can fuck him and
make you eat his shit off my cock. Hell, maybe I'll watch him
shit in your mouth, too!"
   _______________________
   Barry was 22. He was standing in the middle of the locked
office of his Probation Officer, Mr Tuttle, staring nervously
at the obscenely gross sight of the man laying naked across his
desk, holding his legs back, showing Barry his enormous,
disgusting, hairy asshole! He wanted to bolt from the room, but
the fear of Mr Tuttle having influence over his probation being
revoked and his going to jail kept him silently frozen on the
spot.
   "What do you think, Barry? Quite a sight, isn't it? How'd
you like to come here and eat me out? You suck assholes, that's
what got you in trouble. Yeah, the men's room's favorite suck
and lick boy, right? Too bad you didn't recognize the taste of
cop shit when you rammed your tongue up that big stud's rear-
end, hunh? Heh, let ya eat him out before he arrested you,
didn't he? Sure. Those vice cops are all pigs. Spend so much
time busting cocksuckers, they probably get together on the
weekend and have a blowjob orgy together. So, how about it?"
   "Uh, I'd rather not, Mr Tuttle," Barry grimaced, staring at
the ugly sight.
   "Aw, why not?" he asked, using his voice alone to apply
seductive pressure.
   "Well, I admit I've done it, of course, but I really never
cared much for guys with so much hair on their butts...kinda
grosses me out. They always look so...so dirty!"
   "Oh? Well, sometimes it's not just an illusion, kid. Come
over closer. Just bend down and give it a couple of big sniffs
before you make up your mind. Won't hurt."
   Hesitant, Barry reluctantly started to slowly walk over
to the desk. "Uh, guess it wouldn't hurt doing that, if you
insist. I have to, don't I?"
   "Let's say you have to in order to decide whether or not
you want to lick it," he grinned.
   Barry sighed deeply and bent over to stick his face up to
the older man's disgusting crack. He gritted his teeth then
took a couple of quick, deep whiffs.
   "OH FUCK!" he pulled back, a look of total repulsion on his
face.
   "What's the matter?"
   "It stinks! Man, it stinks! Jezzus, now I see why. It's
filthy! You got shit all over your asshole, man!"
   "Yeah, I know. So what? You saying you never licked a guy's
hole out that wasn't sparkling clean--with all the butts you've
had your tongue up?"
   "No. But damn, never one that shitty!"
   "Never, ever? How about one maybe half that grungy?"
   "Um, yeah, I suppose," Barry looked down in embarrassment.
"But only because I was forced to! And...and it was probably
more like three-quarters as bad as that, the bastard!"
   "My, my. And who was that?"
   "My fucking older brother. Prick that first got me to do
it. Sonofabitch used to take a shit and come in my room and
kneel on the bed or just bend over and order me to lick his
shitty asshole! Mutherfucker always seemed to make sure it was
real crappy, too. I had to play with his cock and blow him,
too. Three years of that shit I went through!"
   "Goodness. So you're saying if your brother walked in here
right now with a bunch of shit around his asshole you wouldn't
eat him out?"
   Barry was stunned. He gulped. The prick had him, alright.
He shook his head back and forth, flashing on how many nights
he'd jacked off while fantasizing his brother coming in naked
and climbing onto his face, pressing his shit-caked anus onto
his mouth and demanding, with a little chuckle, that Barry suck
it clean and eat it out.
   Mr Tuttle studied the far-away look on Barry's face, then
softly brought his attention back. "Barry? My big asshole's
covered with the nasty stuff. Why don't you get down there and
lick it all off before it starts to dry and get crusty? Lap my
whole sweaty crack and suck my smelly hole for me, then shove
your tongue in there and eat me out. Hell, pretend I'm your big
brother, if you want. Pretend you're a little kid again, eating
his shitty hole out cause you love him and he's making you do
it and you love it."
   Barry crouched down and mashed his face between the man's
raunchy buttocks, this time relishing the overpowering pungency
and feeling his nose and lips getting all greasy with shit-
juice. Mr Tuttle layed back and moaned, pushing his anus in and
out, relaxing it totally so the kid could slosh out his
shithole and find the warm goop just waiting inside!
   OH, IT'S GOOD TO HAVE POWER! He thought, imagining how
hot it was going to be watching the kid sucking on his dirty prick
after he pulls it from Barry's juicy young bung after giving
him a royal screwing compliments of the county!
   At their next appointment there was no pretense. When Barry
was buzzed in he found the man already totally naked, on a
stuffed chair with his feet on the arms and his ass hanging
open. Barry took only enough time to get naked before getting
into position to service the man's cock and twitching shithole.
No sense of being coy, he figured. Not after the way he'd eaten
the handsome man out so frantically the last time. Not after
he'd allowed the man to pork his ass raw and williingly taken
that cock into his mouth afterward and happily cleaned the cum
and streaks of shit off it!
   This time he closed his eyes and coveted the heady aroma
--not even budging when the man deviously let out a long,
hissing fart that shot right up his nose! Glancing up, he saw
Mr Tuttle with an evil little smirk on his puss.
   "Think I don't know how much you enjoy smelling your own
farts, too, you little fruit? Now point your tongue and really
shove it straight up my ass!"
   "Yeah, but never one as rotten as that!" Barry snarled. He
pulled back and aimed, then he speared his protruding tongue as
far up the man's shithole as he could get it. His eyes crossed
and his ears turned red as he realized he'd driven his tongue
directly into a warm, waiting pile of mush! He looked up and
saw the man's big, satisfied grin, obviously well-aware of how
Barry's tongue was beginning to tingle and burn and how his
tastebuds were registering the powerful flavor of his fresh,
soft shit.
   "Got that packed right inside there just for you, my
shitlicking young charge. Let's see if you go as ape-shit over
my shithole as you did last time. Now, I don't want to turn you
off so much that all this fun will have to stop, so it's up to
you. Keep your tongue buried in there. Just twiddle it around
in that mess for a while on a trial basis. Then you can pull it
out and wipe it off or start sucking that crap out and eating
it. I don't know what you will do, but I got a good idea what
you'd like to do. I think you'd like to gobble it all out and
you're welcome to do just that. Ate your own shit off my prick,
remember? Slurped it right off. You imagine I'd think any less
of you if you sucked my shit out and swallowed it? I promise,
my opinion of you wouldn't change one iota. SUCK MY HOLE OUT!"
   Barry swallowed his pride and swallowed as much of the
creamy poop as he could vacuum from the older man's gaping
shithole. He brazenly stared up at the smirking probation
officer, showing that he could execute the foul deed with more
enthusiasm than the man could ever have hoped for.
   "Oh, fuck, you're filthy! Jeez! I just got a fellow
assigned to me that's right out of the joint and I'm told he
was quite the punk in there. Got passed around quite a bit and
was a real obliging fellow. Gained a real penchant for drinking
piss, I'm told. Think I'll arrange a dual appointment and get
you two to work me over together. Say, you can piss down his
craw while he shits in your mouth, then you can do it the other
way around. Man, I can think of lots of combinations for two
punk faggots to entertain me. Give you a little reward for
being so good. Me and you can find out how he likes having you
take a shit in his mouth while I ram my prick up his spit-
dripping asshole you've just rimmed out. Sound good?
   ____________________
   The guard stopped. Looking through the bars, he blinked.
"Bettencourt, what the hell are you doing?"
   "Taking a crap...sir."
   "I can see that. But what's Rodriguez doing down there?"
   "Him? He's licking my turd."
   "You'll go down for this!" the guard snarled.
   "You've got it wrong, sir. It wasn't my idea. He just likes
to taste my shit. I don't remember any regulation against it,
sir."
   "That true, Rodriguez?" the guard asked, unconvinced.
"Rodriguez? Rodriguez, get your face outta that man's ass! Good
god, he's even got shit on his lips. Answer me, greaser...
verdad?"
   "Uh, si! Mucho greasy...very good. He one hot-shit gringo!"
   "What's he do now, lick your shithole clean instead of
wiping?"
   "Nope. That's it. He just licks it while I shit."
   "Then what, he blows ya?"
   "Now, Larkin, you know sex is against regulations," he
grinned.
   "Yeah, right. Uh, just you? Just gringos? Or anybody?"
   "Why, you got a turd that needs washed?"
   "Just curious...and wondering what to do about this."
   "Why do anything? He's in for life for triple homicide. Who
gives a fuck if he eats shit all day long? Whadda you say, Mex?
I think Larkin's got a big turd up his rump--you wanna lick
it?"
   "No, no! Bettencourt solamente."
   "He might get you special duty, dummy." He winked at the
guard.
   "Okay...I lick his shit. But no one else, por favor!"
   "Come on in and drop 'em, big fella. Better take 'em off,
you're gonna have to hold your legs back."
   "Um, you got a mirror? I'd like to watch it."
   "Sure. I'll even hold it...for a little compensation."
   "Yeah, alright. You can blow me later, if you keep it
quiet."
   "That's generous, but I was thinking more of you blowing
me."
   "Hunh?" He straightened up from removing his pants and eyed
Bettencourt's prick. "Sure...whatever. But you'd better warn me
before you come."
   "A butch stud who sucks cock but won't swallow jizz? That's
not the way Burgess described the night you blew him through
the bars."
   "Fuckin' punk. He was supposed to keep his trap shut."
   "Relax. He's okay. He only told me cause we swap suckjobs
when we're desperate and he said you were pretty decent on the
blowers. Said you gulped it down like a cream fanatic."
   "Hell, I'll suck your jizz. I just want a warning. I've
seen you jerking your meat. A load like that'll have me
coughing and gagging if I'm not prepared. I don't want to wake
up the whole damned cellblock!"
   "Damn, an honest screw. Wouldn't mind taking a couple
swipes on that fat knob of yours, either. Gettin' tired of that
skinny pecker of his with all that fuckin' foreskin!"
   "I never really figured you for a fag, Bettencourt."
   "Fuck the labels. I go down here and there if I like a
dude's prick. Gotta do something til you guys start parading
some twat in here!"
   "You want some good twat, Burgess has a nice tight one.
Guess he didn't mention I screwed him through the bars after I
blew him. You two are such pals, he shouldn't mind my telling
his secrets, right?"
   "Heh! Right. Wait'll I get my hands on that lily white rump
of his next time!"
   "He'll like it. But I should warn you...he likes the cheese
licked from between his cheeks first. Now stick that prick up
here, I think our punk's getting anxious the way he's drooling
and sniffing under my nuts."
   __________________
   It was in a grungy holding cell in the rear of a Bronx jail
that I met Ramon. He was brought in sweaty and filthy, like
he'd been in a nasty fight. I was sitting there, bemoaning my
own fate. He gave me a scowling look and plopped down onto the
other bunk. His Levi's were torn--especially around the crotch
area--and my eyes invariably stared, hoping for peek of
something interesting.
   He noticed, of course, and a cruel little smile curled the
corner of his mouth.
   "Who'd you kill?" he asked, chuckling.
   "Nobody," I answered with a shrug. "I propositioned a cop."
   "Yeah?" His eyes lit up and his hand slid down to his
crotch and began a slow slide back and forth over its contents.
"Dumb."
   "I guess. But they shouldn't let them wave their big pricks
in your face just so they can bust ya."
   "Yeah, that's kinda selfish, isn't it? I'm not that way--
selfish, that is--well, I'm not the other way, either. But I
figure a cocksucker just can't help himself, right?"
   "N-not when there's a lot of temptation," I replied,
licking my lips as he spread his legs more, giving me a nice
peek at the hole in his pants. The opening was just big enough
for one of his large, hairy balls to poke out.
   "Can't take temptation, hunh?" he spoke in a low, rough
voice and grinned contemptuously. "Do I tempt you?"
   I nodded, unable to speak, as he reached down with both
hands and spread the opening so his other ball fell out. He
stared at me, enjoying the way the sight of his big hairy balls
were being openly admired, his fingers on either side of the
rip, slowly moving up and down, caressing his own testicles.
   "Good. That makes it easier for both of us." He lifted one
leg and suddenly ripped the material wide open, exposing
himself from his asscrack to his navel. His big prick sprung
up, hard and stiff. "Why don't you crawl over here and lick out
my big asshole?"
   I gulped...on my way across the cell...on my knees! I slid
onto his bunk face first--right into his crotch. His asshole
was big. It was big and just as hairy as his balls. It was
juicy looking, too. I was still about 6 inches away when the
smell hit me--pungent and rank! I hesitated, looking up at him.
"It stinks," I said...more matter-of-factly than in abject
horror.
   "Oh yeah?" he said sarcastically, as if that was a real
surprise. "Hmm, must be because of all the brown shit that
comes out of there. I hear that some guys wash their assholes.
Why don't you wash mine? Or," he teasingly tried to pull the
flaps back to cover himself, "we could just wait til they let
us shower, hunh? If they do in this dump."
   "FUCK NO, MAN!" I cried hoarsely, nosing in closer and
getting a big whiff of his smelly hole. He relaxed and
chuckled. I wasn't about to waste any time and miss out on a
chance to eat him out. I tweaked my tongue up and down the
crack of his asshole, pushing aside the wrinkled flesh and
tasting inside. It was moist and cheesy...real cheesy! I dug
in, even sliding my hands around his buttocks to get better
leverage to drive my tongue up his rectum!
   "That's good," he moaned, grabbing my head and pulling it
tighter between his thighs. "Yeah, tongue the funk outta
there!" He'd squeeze and relax his sphincter, nipping my
tongue. "Now wash the outside, punk, and eat my dingleberries.
You love the taste of shitty assholes, doncha?"
   I lapped his anus in long, loving strokes, cleaning his
shithole like a dog. "I love your shitty ass!" I muttered
between delicious licks.
   "Aw, shucks, you're gonna turn my head with all the
compliments," he said. "I'll bet you've sucked plenty of dirty
assholes. Be honest, now, are you saying you've never smiled
with shit between your teeth? I can't believe that."
   "Well," I smiled up at him. "Maybe once or twice."
   "Kinda figured that from the way you keep sniffing so
deeply."
   "Oooh, yeah, your balls stink!" I rummaged my nose into
them, then scooted it up along his rigid shaft. I began to lick
it. "Your cock stinks, too."
   "Not nearly as much as it will after I pull it out of your
ass and stick it in your mouth. Now get back down there and
suck some more juice out of my ass. Then you can suck my cock
good and wet, cause that's the only lube you'll get in here.
Won't be much, but that's okay, it'll make your shit stick to
my dick all the better. You won't mind eating your own shit off
my prick while I squirt a big load of cum in your mouth, will
ya?"
   "No, I won't mind," I gushed. His puckered anus was pulsing
in and out and dribbles of shitjuice truly were coming out of
there! That make me suck all the harder. Hell, no, I wouldn't
mind cleaning his cock if it came out all shitty. It'd be worth
it to have the big thing up my tail. Fact is, I usually do it
anyway. Ever since that first time a rough stud screwed me in
an alley and make me clean him off afterward. He was just being
a bastard about it--like some straight guys are--but when it
excited him so much that he came again in my mouth...even more
powerful than when he'd come up my ass...I made it a point to
suck a guy clean in hopes that I'd also get a load down my
throat along with the one up my butt. Never bothered me that
they thought I was a sicko pervert. As long it excited them, it
excited me.
   You'd think I'd douche before going out on the prowl,
considering my willingness to perform such a filthy act (and I
actually did the first couple of times after that encounter),
but then I stopped doing it. Hell, the way I sucked and licked
dirty assholes, the taste of my own shit was hardly a turnoff
to a masochist like me. Besides, sometimes it was the streaks
that did the trick. Seeing me lap up those brown lines and
tongue the crud hiding around their knob, made them eager to
choke me with cum! Of course, they particularly enjoyed making
me smell it first. And if they weren't ready for another
orgasm, they generally forced my face back into their cracks to
make sure I'd licked every trace of shit available back there.
Since I'd more than likely already rimmed it, more than once
their desperation to further humiliate me resulted in something
more tangible being expelled into my mouth!
   And something about seeing a guy with your shit smeared of
his lips seems to make it imperative that you piss on him...
especially if he happens to be licking up and down your turd at
the time, while shooting streams of jizz in the air from being
allowed the honor!
   Ramon wasn't shocked; he acted more as if it was expected.
As if he was used to queers doing his bidding..and if he
happened to be filthy at the time, all the better.
   He told me to pull down my pants in back and lick out his
armpit while I was doing it. Was that ever raunchy! Really
pungent stud sweat! And I lapped it all up. Then he got up from
the bunk. He didn't take his pants down...he didn't have to. I
wanted to go down on his cock once more but he said that's
enough and turned me around and rammed his prick up my ass! I
stifled a scream by covering my mouth, but quickly recovered
and grabbed onto the upper bunk. An ass like mine has to be
accommodating to take those huge pieces of meat I like so much
...and from rough dudes who don't give a damn about anything
but how good their cocks feel.
   Soon he was plowing up my hole, fucking the shit out of me,
really getting off watching his cock sliding in and out. It was
hot and urgent.
   "Oh, yeah, you're gonna enjoy cleaning this," he chuckled.
"Already that stinky smell's coming up to my nose, and I think
it's gettin' a little brown, fella. Oh, yes, mighty brown! Ahh,
smell that buttfunk?"
   "I can smell it from here," a hoarse voice answered from
the other side of the bars. A guard was standing there, rubbing
his crotch. A stiff long pole was snaking down his leg. Ramon
never gave a second's concern about stopping. If anything, he
began to shove his cock even harder up my ass.
   "Come in and stick your nose down there," Ramon said to
him, "you'll get a better whiff that way."
   "I'll smell it enough when I fuck him, Ramon," the guard
replied, "while he's sucking your dirty prick clean." He'd
taken his fat cock out and was lightly stroking it. He caught
my glance of surprise. "Got a little mike hooked up in the
corner there, just for such an occasion. I heard it all. This
is our Special Cell...just for perverts. Didn't you wonder why
it's the only one back here? Ha Ha."
   "So why'd you put him back here?" I asked. Ramon wasn't
missing a stroke, though he'd relaxed into a slow, easy
drubbing. I was getting screwed deliciously, and that's all I
cared about. If the guard was gonna fuck me next, that was fine
with me. But I was curious.
   "Well, got a cocksucker...we need some queer bait. Officer
Borquez is queer bait, if I ever seen it. How many times you
gotten your shithole licked out back here, Ramon? Twenty?
Thirty?"
   "You gonna keep jawboning or come in here, Corson?" Ramon
snarled. "You know you wanna smell this faggot's shit up
close."
   "Shut up, Borquez, or I'll have you cleaning my prick after
I screw him."
   "Fat chance," Ramon laughed. "You'd be bent over double
sucking yourself off before I could even get to it!"
   "You spic cocksucker! Shut up!"
   Ramon laughed again, and nestled near my ear. In a loud
whisper, he said, "He'd give you a run for your money as far as
which of you two sticks his tongue deeper up my shithole. And
he can suck his own meat. I've seen him do it. Right after he
fucked this nigger drag queen up the ass!"
   "Ramon likes telling nasty stories, kid. It turns him on.
He's full of shit."
   Somehow I believed Ramon more than the guard's meek
protestations.
   "Drag his ass over here, Borquez. I want him to blow me."
   Gabbing me under the arms, he eased me toward the bars
without dislodging his cock. He tried to stay imbedded up me
while we carefully moved into a crouching position. That was
too hard, or his patience too thin, because he suddenly pulled
his prick out of me and pushed me to my knees.
   "Here, you might as well suck on it now! Then I'll stick it
back in."
   He thrust his smelly prick at me. It was streaked with shit.
I wrapped my lips over it and began to suck on it without a
second thought.
   "OH, GAWD, THAT'S FUCKING DIRTY!" the guard cried,
beating his meat.
   But before it became an activity of its own, Ramon took his
still dirty cock from me, crouched behind me and stuck it back
in. That left me with a big, thick cock waving in my face. I
licked on it as the guard thrust it through it bars. Then I
went down on it as he grabbed me behind the head and forced it
into my mouth and down my throat. It was huge, but I gave it my
best. Big pricks were my specialty...in either hole...though
his was definitely a challenge. It was a good thing he wasn't
planning on using my face for a fucking, because he obviously
enjoyed shoving it in deep. Luckily, I could back away when it
got to choking me. He also obviously enjoy talking dirty.
   "I don't know what turns me on more...forcing a faggot to
suck dirty dicks, or watching a queer like you who craves
eating shit from a prick! Yeah, maybe I'll shit in your mouth
later. Or Ramon. Yeah. Think I'd like to see Borquez take a big
crap on your face. Yeah, you can eat turds back here, buddy
boy."
   Ramon stared up at him while they used me. "You wanna suck
on it, too?"
   "My turd or your cock?" the guard asked, chuckling.
"Either's fine with me!"
___________________
   I was down in the shipping warehouse when I got the call
to go to Mr Blake's office. I went up the back stairs to his
private office. When I tapped and heard him say `Come in,' I
entered with a bit of trepidaiton. And for good reason. On the
man's leather couch was the kneeling, doubled over figure of
some naked man. All I could see, at first, was his hairy rump.
There were clothes scattered about. Mr Blake was also completely
nude. His fat dong was hanging down, raw and exhausted.
   "Come on over here, Bobby," Mr Blake waved his hand
urgently. "This is Mr Sheinlen. I've just finished screwing
Mr Sheinlen. He wanted me to stay up him and piss, so I've
filled his rectum with gallons of hot piss. He wanted me to suck
it out, but my prick came out all shitty so I don't want to."
   I sighed and glanced down again at Mr Blake's cock.
   "Oh, it's all gone now. Mr Sheinlen licked it all off.
He wanted to squirt all that boiling piss into somebody mouth,
so I called you. Mr Sheinlen is a very important client to us,
Bobby, so I want you to get your face in there and wrap your
lips over his asshole so he can shoot it all down your throat.
You know how important this job is to you, Bobby, so let's get
to it without any complaint, alright? There's no need to voice
any disgust or display any reluctance just to save face.
Mr Sheinlen doesn't give a fuck whether you're a pervert or
just following orders. Now kneel down before it gets all over
my new sofa."
   Yeah, I knew how important the job was to me. If I lost it,
it meant going back to the joint. Going back to the joint meant
sucking cocks and assholes, getting fucked regularly, and drinking
piss anyway. At least now I had my freedom...for the most part.
At 21, one more fuckup or parole violation and I'd be locked up
permanently. Mr Blake knew all this--that's why he hired me and
some of the other ex-cons. Giving us a decent chance, he called
it, with pride, but it also gave him terrific opportunities to
use us for his own deranged sexual purposes. Still, it was far
better than the joint to us.
   "Okay, Bobby," Mr Sheinlen said, wiggling his rump, "I got
vun big arsehole, no? You drink zat hot peepee from my bottom,
zen you suck it for me, yah?"
   An old Jew, I supposed, from his name, his accent, and
his big circumcised cock hanging down half-hard. Hair grew in
abundance over his buttocks, and his asscrack was equally
fertile. But the old fart wasn't kidding about his hole. It
was big! I'd acquired a taste for piss over time, and also
found I enjoyed licking assholes. Especially large ones I
didn't have to fight to get my tongue into. I dropped to my
knees, opened my lips, and leaned forward to glue my mouth
around his big anus.
   "Just grunt when you're ready, Bobby," he said, "and
play with his cock and nuts. I'll spread 'em for ya. He hasn't
come yet, and I wanna suck that thing off so get it hard."
   I stroked the man's prick and grabbed his balls. It
became a throbbing erection almost immediately. Mr Blake's
fingers began to slide toward the anus from both sides. I
took a big breath and grunted. His fingertips pried the cheeks
apart and a huge bolt of hot urine splashed against the back of
my mouth. I had to gulp rapidly to get it down or I'd probably
be slurping it off the fucking leather couch afterward. Mr
Sheinlen's asshole twitched open and closed, shutting off the
valve then sending another deluge flooding over my tongue.
He'd obviously done this little sordid business before and
knew instinctively just how much an ass-sucking piss drinker
could handle at one time. Good thing, too, cause I'd never
done that before. I'd forgotten a little tidbit Mr Blake had
mentioned, though I can't imagine how I could have. It wasn't
until the second mouthful that I remembered why Mr Blake had
declined the offer. What had originally registered on my
tastebuds was the tangy saltiness of warm urine..not a bad
taste at all once you get used to it. But when it started
getting quite bitter and gritty, I pictured how Mr Blake's
cock must have looked when he pulled it out. And that third
squirt was accompanied by various-sized turdballs! Chunks of
shit were blowing out of his rectum into my mouth, threatening
to make me retch. The fact that I was eating his shit wasn't
the worst part...Mr Blake often had me suck his prick after
he fucked me or one of the other fellows. The horrendously
repulsive thing was the taste of all that dirty buttwater.
Shit somehow tasted a hundred times worse when it was reduced
to a liquid. I screwed up my face in horror and quickly shot
my tongue up his ass to plug the opening until I could regain
my composure and settle my churning guts. I also reached up
and grabbed Mr Blake's fingers to stop him from opening the
gate.
   "Ah, okay, you control it. Now you know why I didn't want
to drink that. A flushed out enema is one thing, on the third
go-around maybe, but brown syrupy soup is a little over the
bend for me. Take a big breath and just open your throat. Maybe
we can get it all to shoot straight down the pipe and have done
with it. You can open your throat, Bobby, you do it with big
cocks all the time. Ready?"
   I nodded, eagerly to get it over with. I relaxed completely
and let that filth just flush from his rectum in one huge gush.
It took a while, but before I became in desperate need of a
breath the liquid began to trickle from his pulsing anus.
Relieved, I gasped quickly and pressed my mouth against his
asshole and began to suck and tongue it out. A few more short
bursts came out, but the worst was thankfully over.
   Mr Sheinlen was quite pleased when he turned over. He
thanked me profusely while Mr Blake got between his thighs
and began to suck him off. At Mr Sheinlen's suggestion, I
pulled my pants off and bent my ass in his face. He wanted
to eat me out while the boss blew him. The old geezer
obviously loved it, so I bent over as far as I could so he
could get his tongue as deeply up my rectum as he wanted.
My stomach was churning and that caused me to fart a couple
of times. But the man didn't mind at all. I could hear him
sniffing them.
   Mr Blake had a huge load to slurp down, but being the
cocksucker he is he handled it without losing a creamy drop.
Mr Sheinlen wanted to blow me, and did before I left. He also
had many years of gobbling balljuice and gulped my load
without mishap.


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