Date: Wed, 21 Sep 2016 19:09:07 +0000
From: steve kafe <kafe35@hotmail.com>
Subject: SCAT EXCHANGES Part 3

SCAT EXCHANGES Part 3
By Steve Kafe (aka jonnyraunch)  kafe35@hotmail.com


What follows is a selection of emails sent to scat buddies of mine over the
years. I wrote `em to provide my brown-lovin' mates with some filthy, wank
material. As well as to show my appreciation for the scat pics and messages
they sent me.

The usual disclaimers apply: stay away if you're under 18 and offended by
explicit descriptions of men engaging in shit and raunch play.  Please
don't repost without my consent. Settle back, whip out your cock and stroke
if it likes what you're reading.  Feel free to email me if you'd like.

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Hey Kev


How ya doin? Well and horny I hope, 'cause I've started writing filth
again.  With you in mind.  Your last email gave me the nudge I needed to
pick up my brown pen again. You?ve been a good and loyal mate and I wanted
to show my appreciation with a bit of wank material for ya.

I've been writing a few pieces. One has turned into something longer than
intended. But trust me, it's fukin' filthy. It's still fermenting, so to
speak.


At the same time, I've written some shorter ones for you. Hopefully long
enough though, to get you in the mood to finger your shitter and yank on
your uncut, stinkin' cheese-pole. Think of these as 'appetisers' before
going onto the main course of a nasty scat video over which you unload your
scrotum-scum.


Seems to be a recurring theme of mine to set my stories in public
shit-houses.  Funny that.  Probably something to do with me remembering my
first teenage boner, age 12, in a back woods public toilet near a lake I
used to swim in as a boy.  It was the smell of that shithouse and the
filthy graffiti written all over the walls that got my teenage pecker hard
and drippin'.


Anyway this ain't meant to be a trip down memory lane. So without further
ado, here's a little something from me to you.  Take care, buddy.

Steve

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ENCOUNTERS OF THE TURD KIND


I'm on my own tonight and the filthy fantasy I'll jerk off to is meeting
you in some back-woods shithouse.  I'll print off that pic of you in your
turd smeared leather jeans, 'Eater' tank top and boots. I'm imagining you
walking into that shithouse, stogie in hand and plopping your ass into one
of the rank, overflowing urinals.


I'm loitering near a shit-stall, stroking my hard cock through my jeans and
watch you dip your uncut, cockmeat into the pissy water. In a fuckin' heart
beat, I'm on my knees in front of the urinal with my own uncut, cheese pole
sticking out the side of my nasty, shit stained jock-pouch.  With your
hand, you guide some of the putrid piss liquid into my sewer mouth before
shitting out a long, firm manturd into the yellow water.  I dunk my face
into the filth and grab your dripping stud-log by my teeth.  I toy with
your turd, sucking it into my latrine mouth-hole before pushing it back
out, all the while looking up into your bearded face with my shit crazed
eyes. Now I begin to chew in earnest on your rancid bitter filth-log.


We hear footsteps approaching the shithouse and you raise yourself from the
urinal and tell me to lie down on the pissy, slimy floor.  Just as a huge
hairy, muscle-bear trucker enters the outhouse, you squat over my face and
dump a rank pile of rectal man- waste into my open, pig trough of a
mouth. I go wild knowing that we're being watched and I pull your dumping
hole onto my face and eat the contents of your farting, hairy asshole.

With my face covered in your turd mess you move downwards and dump your
remaining filth over my pumped up pecs.  You start to smear my hairy, chest
with your stinking raw ass sewage before twisting and pinching my
eraser-like man-nipples.  My dripping, uncut, 8 inch smeg-meat looks too
nasty for you to resist.  You start caressing it with your shitty hands,
mixing my cheese with your dump slime before running your pig tongue up and
down its hard, dripping length.


The bearded, pumped-up trucker watching us unbuttons his jeans and pulls
out his sweaty, hooded fuck-stick and peels back his ripe foreskin. The
stud's stench is overpowering.  His knob-head is covered in creamy dick
smeg and I wanna run my toilet tongue over his manly cock cheee-grime.


I motion with my head for him to come closer.  While you suck, lick and eat
my filthy gloved cockmeat, the trucker kneels alongside me and shoves his
rank, stinking fuck-pole down my throat. His cheese stink makes me drool
shit slime all over his cock. I rub my pig-snout into the thick layers of
slimy foreskin filth covering his cock-head.  I wannna taste trucker cock
cheese so bad, I?m aching for it.  I open my mouth and wipe my tongue over
the rim of his dickmeat where all the thick, nasty smegma collects. The
stink and taste is PURE MAN.  I lick. I slurp. I eat the trucker's fuckin
manly head cheese while you shove mydripping, shit-cock down your neck.  I
deep throat the trucker's nasty cock and begin to feel his piss fill my
sewer mouth.  It's raw and rank and fuckin' strong.  I swallow his yellow
nectar tasting your shit that coats the inside of my toilet mouth.


With your suck-hole still nursing on my shit-cock you manage to pull down
the trucker's jeans exposing his hairy, rank mantrench.  This pig-stud
hasn't wiped his shitter in over a month.  Thick dried shit-berries cling
to his wiry crack hairs.  His hole is dripping butt- slime and you gotta
have a taste of it.


You bury your pig face into his beefy, furry shit cavern and tongue-fuck
his stinking, rank mancunt.  Your efforts are rewarded as this burly,
masculine stud opens his bowels and shits straight into your pigmouth.  His
dump waste is thick, pasty and fuckin' nasty.  Foul of smell and knobbly of
girth.  You've been craving man-mud of this vileness for months.  Until now
having to content yourself with eating the meagre turd nuggets you've
farmed from public shithouse toilets.  Finally a shit meal to truly pig out
on. Our beefy, muscled feeder evacuates pounds of stinking logs that buries
 your bearded face.  You can't eat fast enuf. Your cesspool mouth is
overflowing and bulging with shit.


I want some too and tell the shit-stud to give me what's left in his
gut. He obliges and squats over my latrine mouth-hole and fills it with the
softer, looser bowel-waste that's been fermenting in the upper regions of
his colon for days.  It's fukin' runny and messy. His runny shit completely
covers my face and all I can feel is its weight and your greedy pig tongue
trying to enter my mouth.


With my eyes closed and smothered in trucker shit I reach out and pull your
face into mine.  Opening my shitmouth I suck on your filthy, turd-tongue
and we exchange the bitter, nasty rectal-dump of this fucking hot
trucker-stud.  Wallowing in shit together, we kiss long and dirty.  Our
uncut cheddar-poles rub against each others stomachs.  They're slimy with
shit gravy and precum. As we exchange turds and shit-drool from toilet
mouth to toilet mouth we grab each other's cock. Sliding on the shit and
piss that covers the floor our grunts and moans gets louder and more
obscene.

The trucker straddles our supine shit-painted bodies and starts pulling on
his 10 inch hooded tool.  He shoves his other hand up his hairy filthy cunt
and pumps his cock and rectum simultaneously.  With our latrine mouth holes
stuffed with this trucker's fecal waste and our hands franticall y wanking
our cocks, the beefy trucker jerks his meat until it explodes on top of the
piles of dumpwaste spilling outta our mouths.

Shit and cum slimes their way down our bearded chins.  Chewing and
swallowing the filth that lines our sewer mouths we bust our nuts in
unison.  The trucker pulls his fist outta his gaping cunt and tongue cleans
the shit clinging to it.  Without exchanging words we both know
instinctively we've found ourselves a new scat playmate.