Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2001 05:25:50 CST
From: Martel
Subject: A Sudden Urge ( M M/M Oral Scat)

   Saturday morning had finally arrived and with it the promise of a
sun  filled excursion at the State Park. Steve, a friend of mine, had
invited  me to a large cookout as well as a going away party for one
of the participants and I was truly looking forward to attending. As I
dressed, I couldn't help noticing that my pants were a lot tighter
than usual. I had recently lost some  weight and so I was somewhat
distraught to discover I could barely get them buttoned. I gently
pressed my hand against my stomach and experienced a dull aching
sensation; it was hard and quite distended.

I tried to recall the last time I'd been to the bathroom and realized
with some apprehension that it had been several days prior. Before
leaving, I patiently sat on the toilet hoping the cup of coffee I'd
just had would do the trick. Alas, nothing happened. I didn't dare
take a laxative for fear that it would take effect at the wrong time
-during the party- and so I resigned  myself to an uncomfortable day
of holding it in until I could properly attend to it the next morning.

The cookout was fantastic and I had so much to eat that I could barely
move. After relaxing awhile and letting some of the food digest, Steve
suggested we take a walk to work off some of the food. The park had
many  trails and soon we found ourselves more than a mile away from
the others in sheer solitude beneath the pines. As we sat talking, I
noticed Steve looking me over in an appraising manner. Although I was
straight, I found this  flattering though somewhat disconctering.

I had suspected, though I was never quite positive in regards to his
sexual preferences until he confessed them to me as we sat there
enjoying the day. He gradually slid his hand across my thigh, bringing
about an intense tingling in my slowly stiffening cock. At first I
objected, but after listening to Steve tell me how he had been waiting
for this moment for months I let him slowly stroke me and soon the
feeling of arousal overcame my inner inhibitions. The growing pleasure
I was experiencing was somewhat dampened by a sudden need. My bladder
was quite full so I excused myself, intending to seek relief behind a
tree.

"Where are you going?"

"I have to pee," I told him. He suddenly stood.

"I'll come and hold it for you," he laughed. I stood there with
Steve's hand around my cock, too tense to urinate.

"What's the matter?" he asked. Somewhat embarrassed, I explained to
him that I wasn't in the habit of urinating in front of other people.

"Just close your eyes and pretend you're alone," he said. "I'll remain
quiet."

I did as he said and soon the first warm drops were sprinkling
downward. A sudden warm and wet sensation on my cock caused me to open
my eyes and I was shocked to see Steve's mouth wrapped firmly around
my member. As I tried to pull away, Steve locked his hands behind me
and pulled my towards him. I had no choice but to let my bladder
slowly empty into his waiting mouth. His cheeks would gradually fill
and he would gulp and they would fill again. To my surprise I
thoroughly enjoyed it.

As the last drops of urine were sucked out of me, I sighed in relief
and  once more we sat and relaxed. We were both rather shocked by this
sudden act of intimacy and conversation was at a standstill. In the
ensuing silence,  Steve reached over and began to unbutton my shorts.
He was now sucking in  earnest, using his tongue in a circular motion
on the head of my cock. As  the pleasure intensified, I felt a
shifting inside of me that caused me to  groan. Steve's questioning
eyes gazed up at me wondering if I was alright and assuming the sound
I'd made was one of gratification, he resumed.

Several seconds later another shifting took place and an intense cramp
made me shudder. All the food I'd eaten had swelled my stomach to
twice its normal size and the pressure was causing the huge mass in my
intestines to start  moving downward. I tried to ignore my discomfort
and concentrate instead on  the exquisite pleasure I was experiencing
from Steve's nimble tongue. Yet the more I tried to ignore it, the
more insistent it became until finally, I pulled away from Steve.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "Weren't you enjoying it?"

"It's not that." He looked at me quizzically. "What is it?" I lowered
my eyes. "I have to go to the bathroom," I said quietly.

"Again? You just went."

"This is different." We both waited, the silence building. "It's
alright," he said gently. "You can tell me." I looked down at the
ground. " I...I have to go BM." A look I'd never seen before came into
his eyes and his voice was husky.

"You do?"

"Yeah." His breathing became rapid. "How bad do you have to go?"

"I haven't gone in four days." Steve's eyes glazed over and I noticed
a bulge beginning to take shape in the center of his shorts. I stood
and put on my shorts.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to find a bathroom." Steve looked stricken. "The bathrooms
are half a mile from the picnic area,  not to mention that we're over
a mile from there already. Can you wait that long?"

"I don't have much choice in the matter." He came over to where I
stood and put his arm around me. "Please don't leave."

"But Steve, I have to-

"You can go here," he said with a smile.

"Where? There's no toilet."

"I'll help you." Urinating was one thing, but I wasn't sure I could
defecate in front of someone else.

"What about wiping?" I asked. "There's no paper." Steve's voice became
thick. "Leave the wiping to me." Before I knew what was happening,
Steve had again removed my shorts and was kneeling down behind me.

"Can I just see it?"

"See what I asked?"

"Your asshole."

"Yes," I said anxiously, "but please hurry." Sweaty fingers parted my
cheeks as a slight breeze caressed my tightly  puckered opening. I
heard a sharp intake of breath.

"So small and tight," he sighed. "So moist." The sensation of having
another man looking at my nether hole was both new and strange. It was
exciting as well. A sudden contraction wracked my body.

"Hurry," I warned. A warm and wet sensation was starting to spread
behind me and I realized that Steve was circling my anus with his
tongue. Never in my wildest dreams  had I imagined that such a feeling
was possible. It was as if his tongue contained some sort of
electrical current that he was passing through me. However the
sensation was soon replaced by an ever growing need for relief.

"Please," I begged. "I can't hold it in much longer." When I attempted
to pull myself away, Steve quickly wrapped his arms around me, his hot
breath against my crack.

"Feed me," he whispered.

His tongue gave a mighty push against my quivering asshole, gradually
forcing its way into the darkness of my rectum. At the same time I
experienced an enormous spasm that rendered me lightheaded as the
oncoming log made its entrance and began to slowly stretch and fill my
rectum. Steve eagerly traced my inner walls with his tongue, thrusting
it ever forward in search of the forbidden fruit that lay just beyond
reach.

A sudden pressure from Steve's direction cause a tingling vibration
along the length of my rectum and as he moaned I realized with a start
that probing tongue had made contact and was now circling the hard,
knotted tip of my huge log. My urge to go was now desperate and I was
hanging on by sheer willpower alone. The log began to move forward of
its own volition and this time it  would not be stopped. I gasped as
Steve's tongue slipped out of my anus, rudely evicted by the hard and
bumpy mass that was slowly and steadily making its way toward
daylight.

"Oh God, Steve," I moaned. "I can't hold it in any longer." Steve's
breathing was ragged, his hot breath moistly blowing against my
bulging anal ring.

"Don't fight it. Let it come." I struggled vainly as a moan escaped my
lips.

"It's coming!" I cried.

The realization suddenly dawned upon me: it was too late to turn back
now. Steve was about to become witness to my most intimate of acts. An
inexorable process had been set in motion and though an active
participant, I could only wait helplessly for its conclusion. My body
went rigid and i let out a deep animalistic grunt. My anus twitched
spasmodically for several seconds then with a moist hissing it began
to open. I could feel Steve's tongue circling the outer rim of my anus
as it opened ever wider.

The hard, thick tip of the giant pushed against my ring, painfully
stretching it. Steve could now see the moist, shiny tip comprised of
many hard nuggets compacted into one huge mass that was now straining
for release. He could smell the warm sweet aroma of fresh feces
wafting up his nostrils on tendrils of steam as the heat from the turd
radiated outward. In my nervous state I involutarily clenched my
cheeks together which caused my anus to contract, painfully sending
the huge tip back up inside me. But not for long.

With a tremendous push of its own my huge burden began to force its
way out  of my backside. Steve unrolled his tongue like a welcome mat,
pressing it against the bottom of my anal ring, waiting in
anticipation. Absolute silence prevailed, broken only by a moist,
seductive crackling. Time seemed to stand still.

Steve's eyes never left my anal ring as it expanded, stretching to a
thin translucent membrane. He could see every moist crack and fissure
in the  newly emerging form. He noted the shape and contour of each
individual  nugget. As the enormous brown fist finally cleared my
anus, several of the nuggets seperated from the tip. A grape-sized
nugget bounced off Steve's upper lip and fell to the ground; another
rolled down his tongue and he quickly swallowed it. The log continued
to slowly emerge from my anus until the tip  was only an inch from
Steve's hungry mouth. And then...contact was made.

I groaned as my log came to an abrupt halt, pressing firmly against
Steve's front teeth. He backed off slightly and opened his mouth as
wide as it would  go. He could barely accomodate the girth of the
beast as it greasily slid across his tongue, stretching his lips and
cheeks as it forced its way forward. The tip tentatively brushed the
roof of his mouth before lodging itself firmly  in the back of his
throat. Steve fought to overcome the reflex to gag and  tightened his
throat muscles, impeding the forward progress of the insurgent
intruder.

He pressed his face forward, engulfing the huge tip until his lips
were flush with my asshole. His sudden movement forced several inches
back up  inside me, causing my rectum to contact and spasm
uncontrolably as the log  lay trapped within me. I shivered in
pleasure at this new, otherwordly sensation.

For several minutes nothing happened as we both lay silent and
unmoving, the slow, rhythmic breath from Steve's nostrils gently
tickling my crack. We were at different ends of the spectrum: Steve
with the hard and bumpy tip straining at his tonsils, while I lay
there quietly, the tail end of the  elongated snake still buried deep
within my darkest passage. We had become as one. Two seperate entities
joined together by an enormous cylinder of feces.

I could have stayed that way forever it seemed, but soon after I
detected movement behind me and realized that Steve's jaws were
moving. He was using  his tongue to pry loose the individual nuggets,
savoring them as they accumulated in the pouches along his cheeks.
Minutes later I heard a distinct gulping sound as he swallowed then
breathing heavily through his nostrils, he rested. Not once during
this time had his mouth parted ways with the stretched and aching
membrane of my asshole. Ever so slowly, inch by inch, nugget by nugget
Steve readily devoured the enormous log-head until his mouth was once
again empty and his swirling tongue went desperately in search of
more. The overwhelming fullness inside of me had not diminished in the
slightest and the urge to go was now unbearable. I took a deep breath
and bore down.

"UNGHHH!" Several more inches slowly and painfully emerged from my
anus into Steve's waiting mouth. It was as if we were one long,
continuous digestive tract and the feces were just continuing on their
journey from my anus to his.  I grunted and pushed. He chewed and
swallowed. Inch by steady inch, the log kept coming. Twenty five
minutes had elapsed and close to nine inches of previously rock hard
feces lay congealing in Steve's distended stomach. A sudden spasm
caused me to flinch and the log broke off inside me. For the first
time since this intimate affair had begun, Steve came up for air.
Chewing and swallowing the broken length, he decide to rest for a
moment.

"That was incredible!" he gasped. I agreed, yet I knew it was far from
over.

"I can't believe you had that beast inside of you. You must have been
constipated for a week." I gasped suddenly.

"What's wrong?"

"Steve the beast is still alive," I moaned. "It's coming and I can't
stop it!"

I rose to my feet and quickly pulled my cheeks apart as my anus slowly
opened to size of a dime, and then a quarter. Steve watched the
quivering pink interior of my rectum turn a rich choclate brown as the
log came into view. My ring now stretched to the size of a
half-dollar, I bore down as hard as I could until I saw stars, as my
anus continued to open half again as wide. Steve watched in
fascination as the jagged, broken end of my BM began forcing its way
out. He let it glide along the palm of his hand, cudlling and
nurturing it as it struggled to make its way out of my back passage. I
grunted. With a moist crackling, the log began to grow. Two inches and
then three.... My anal ring was throbbing. Four....five.... Steve
wrapped his hand around it and began to gently pull as I attempted to
catch my breath. Six....seven.... The log was beginning to taper off
slightly as I stood there panting. Eight...nine....ten... Breathing
heavily with large beads of sweat rolling down my brow from all the
exertion, I let go with a final victorious grunt as I squeezed out the
remaining two inches of the brown cylinder. It came away in Steve's
hands as I I collapsed to my knees, uttering an enormous sigh of
relief. I turned and noticed Steve cradling the huge log as if were
some species of large brown snake he had just captured. He move closer
to me and held the offering up for my inspection.

I had never seen my BM up close like this before. Its rich fragrance
was overpowering, yet somehow enticing. For the first time I noticed
the different  characteristics in the log: the thick jagged end with
its small round craters, the result of the hard gnarly tip seperating
as it was pulled from my anus by Steve's lips. The kernels of corn
that were imbedded in the smooth surface,  the visible remains of a
meal I'd enjoyed almost five days ago. With a look  of rapture, Steve
held the warm creation up before me and waited. Without  being told, I
knew what Steve was asking of me, though I knew it would take every
bit of courage I possessed to follow through. There was one remaining
nugget still attatched to the broken end.

Steeling myself, I edged closer to my intimate creation. I felt its
warmth rise up as the wisps of steam slowly entered my nostrils. I
closed my eyes. It seemed to take forever and then it happened. My
lips slowly parted and my tongue tentatively began to extend. Probing
a fraction of an inch at a time I gradually moved forward until with a
touch as light as a feather, I brushed the surface of the moist little
nugget. While pungent in aroma, the taste was sweet not bitter at all
as I would have expected. I reached out with my fingers and plucked
this last remaining nugget from the log. I held it up between us and
began to circle it with my tongue.

Steve brought his tongue into play and we quickly wore the nugget away
to nothing. Steve now held the thick brown tube in front of him. He
licked the broken end, letting his tongue explore its crater-like
indentations. He then opened his mouth as wide as it would go and
tightly clamped his lips around  the severed end.

Minutes went by as he sat there in total concentration, the tapered
end of the snake dangling obscenely from his mouth. Using only his
lips, he slowly began to draw the monster into himself an inch at a
time as I looked on in utter fascination.

It was primal.

It brought to mind a scene out of National Geographic; a predator and
its prey. An image began to take shape in my mind of one snake slowly
devouring another. Close to an hour had passed in those secluded woods
when I witnessed the last several inches disappearing down his gullet.
He swallowed deeply one last time and then it was over. He licked his
lips clean and just sat there, his  enormously swollen stomach looking
as if he had just swallowed a beachball. He smiled sleepily.

"Thank you."

 We found a small stream nearby to wash up in and made it back to the
party which was now in full swing. Steve just sat there, unable to
move. A friend of his came over to where we were sitting and noticed
Steve's  distended belly.

"My God, Steve," he said, shaking his head. "How many of those hotdogs
did you have?"

"None."

"None?" he asked in disbelief. He gently patted Steve's belly. "Then
what's in here?" Steve looked over at me and smiled before replying.

"The longest, thickest sausage you could ever imagine."


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