Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2013 08:50:17 -0600
From: Devin Fox <devinfox20@gmail.com>
Subject: School Turns Messy: Chapter 1

Hi everyone! This is my first story that I've ever submitted, so hope you
like it. If you have any questions or responses please feel free to email
me (devinfox20@gmail.com.) Any coincidental names or locations in the story
are merely...coincidences. Don't get too butthurt. Please, don't read this
story if it is illegal in your country, or if you are under 18 years of
age. I don't know what I'm doing with this story later, but for now just
enjoy the ride. :)


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The first time I'd ever laid eyes on Lucas was my freshman year of college.
We shared a speech class together and sat on opposite sides of the room. He
stood about 6'5'', and could have weighed almost 300 pounds, but it didn't
look bad on him at all. He had buzzed light brown hair and sweet blue eyes,
and always wore basketball shorts and a tank top, regardless of the
weather. He had this 'I don't give a fuck' cowboy charm to him, even if he
didn't even remotely look the part. Every day before the professor began,
he would always brush by me at the last minute and I would get a whiff of
his natural body odor. I couldn't tell if it was from working out, or just
because of his natural guy smell. I got an immediate hard-on every time I
got to smell him.

Today was the day that we received partners for delivering a
speech/presentation to the rest of the class. I crossed my fingers and
hoped that I got him as a partner, because that meant I'd get to talk to
him or at least have an excuse to be near him for more than two seconds.
Luckily, fate was on my side. After class, we decided to meet up at his
place just down the road to discuss topics and start working on our
presentation.

I showed up at his house at the designated time and found the door to be
wide open already. He was shirtless, and I could see beads of sweat on his
massive chest. He pat me on the back harshly and welcomed me inside, where
he'd already set up a few books for us to get started.

"So, I was thinking we could do something easy, like talking about gun
control or abortions. How about you?" I didn't realize how deep his voice
was.

"Yeah," I said, taken aback, "...that sounds good to me."

He started fumbling through a few literary text books for sources, and I
was searching the Internet on my laptop. I noticed my eyes slowly moving
away from the computer screen and staring hardly at his face and body
posture. He sat hunched over his book like a giant, his mouth parted with
his big, red lips puffed out.* *I could feel my dick slowly beginning to
harden as I thought about him naked, what his dick looked like, how good of
a kisser he was....

A gigantic, rumbling fart broke me from my daydreaming. He looked at me and
laughed, and I felt the heat of his gas wafting over towards me. It smelled
absolutely foul, but my dick still managed to stay erect in my pants. I'd
never been into shit or piss or anything like that, but the fact that I had
such a crush on Lucas made anything that he did attractive. I crossed my
legs and laughed with him, trying not to let him know that I wanted him to
fuck me.

As time passed, I realized that I had to use the restroom. "Where's your
bathroom?"

"There's one down the hall to the left, and another upstairs." He said,
looking up at me from his book.

I walked down through the hall into his bedroom. It was a complete wreck,
with sheets partially covering the bed and a bunch of filthy, stinking
clothes sitting in a pile on the floor. In the corner was the door to the
bathroom, and I closed myself in and sat down. My semi-hard cock was still
red and throbbing as I pulled my pants down a bit, and I slowly rubbed my
hands up and down while thinking of him. I felt embarrassed to shit at
someone else's house, but my stomach was rolling over on itself and I
didn't want anything awful to happen. I relaxed and my asshole crackled
open as a thick turd pushed out from my body. It landed in the toilet with
a splash. I was still rubbing my dick and it got harder and harder as I
finished.

After what seemed like a half-second, I heard the door swing wide open, and
my fantasy shattered once again. I sat there red-faced, not even making a
small move, as Lucas stood wearing only a torn pair of boxer shorts. He had
apparently discarded his athletic shorts and stared at me wide-eyed. He
barely could stumble out an apology and I had to cover my cock so he didn't
start thinking anything.

"Oh...uh...I'm really sorry, I thought you went upstairs." He was shielding
his eyes, but I noticed his nostrils flare as he took in a few deep breaths
of my shit stink. And I saw that his dick started to harden. And that made
me pop another boner. I couldn't help but ask myself...were we both into
scat? I'd heard of it before, but it seemed like such a dark and disgusting
thing to do with somebody. The smell alone usually makes me gag. But his
blue eyes sparkled with lust, and so did mine. He quickly dropped his
boxers to reveal a hardening, uncut cock, surrounded by a great mound of
brown pubes. He could have been at least eight inches and relatively thick.
His balls hung low and practically clacked against each other as he neared
me. I could smell his familiar man scent and my seven inch fully hardened,
and I dropped to my knees, not even caring about my shit-covered asshole
being exposed. I wriggled out of my pants and began sucking his cock. From
the salty taste, I could tell that he wasn't a fan of showering, as his
pubes were drenched with sweat and I could smell a faint shit smell coming
from his crack.

It was like something out of a porno. I happily and hypnotically sucked on
his cock, and as I neared the base, Lucas moaned, partly in awe at my
fellatio skills. I pulled his member out of my mouth and licked around the
insides of his foreskin, which made his knees shake. After a few good
minutes of sucking, he lifted me up with both arms, turning me around, and
ate out my shitty asshole. His tongue slid right in, and I noticed how
wonderful of a lube shit must make. He moaned in his manly, deep voice,
removing his tongue and replacing it with a slippery, thick finger. I felt
him probe around inside of me, and I realized that I never finished taking
my dump before he came in. He noticed, and pulled his finger right out. He
grabbed me by my hair and mumbled into my ear, "You like the taste of shit,
faggot?" My body quivered and I nodded yes, partially in a daze. He jammed
the finger in my mouth and I sucked on it. It tasted remotely bitter, but
still palatable. I felt a few pieces of undigested food, but all around, it
had the consistency of peanut butter, and I happily cleaned his finger off.

He flipped me around again and gave me a few wet, dirty kisses, and I could
taste and smell my dirty ass on his breath, and I moaned. He then pushed me
by my shoulders onto the ground, and I lay on my stomach on the cold tile
bathroom floor. He crouched over me, and ordered, "Watch this shit, faggot,
I'm gonna make you really love the taste of shit." He brought his sweaty
ass up to my face and let out another pungent fart. This time I didn't
smell what I had smelled before, now his gas smelled...almost sweet, and
bitter at the same time, like my shit. He pushed my face into his ass
cheeks, forcing me to inhale all of it. Then something else happened. His
tight asshole parted and revealed a brownish-green turd, about an inch and
a half in diameter. He let out a deep grunt as he pushed a little bit into
my mouth, before tightening his sphincter to cut it off. His steaming hot
piece of shit landed right on my stomach, and I felt my cock jump in
pleasure.  He stood up and looked at me blankly, before ordering, "You
better fucking eat this shit faggot, I didn't do this for nothing." I
didn't know what to do, I'd never felt like this before. I looked back up
at him, unable to decide if I should go on with this whirlwind of a fantasy
come true, or to get the fuck out of there.


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To be continued! Hope you liked this first part, I know I enjoyed writing
it. :) Chapter 2 is coming soon!