From: slick@io.org (Slick)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.gay
Subject: Taking a Piss (M/M, scat)
Date: 9 Nov 1995 06:55:37 GMT
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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS A SEXUALLY EXPLICIT 
FICTIONAL STORY. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 
18, OR IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN READING 
ABOUT SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SITUATIONS AND 
ACTIVITIES.



TAKING A PISS
                      

     I had to take a hell of a piss, so I went into this garage and asked 
if I might use the toilet.  The young mechanic said it was okay, but he 
was getting ready to close up and while I went into the can he started 
putting out lights around gas pumps.  I was pissing away when this six-
foot-four-inch mechanic came in.

     "There," he said.  "Everything's locked up.  Hey how about sticking 
around for a few minutes?  I gotta take a shit, and like someone to talk 
to while I'm shitting."

     "Sure, I'm in no hurry," I said, and moved around where I could get 
a good view of him as he stepped into the open-fronted-cubicle.  He
started to to take his pants down at once.  He had black wavy hair, and 
all his exposed skin was dirty and greasy.  When he dropped his pants, I
saw he had on yellowed Jockey shorts which had holes in them, and they 
were stained with piss in the crotch.  When he pulled the shorts down, I
nearly passed out. 
 
     He had a fat cock with bulging veins and it had foreskin on it that
hung an inch below the head.  It must have been ten inches, soft.  He sat
down on the john and I noticed that his balls hung right into the water. 
By then I had a rampant hard-on and I suppose he noticed it.  He grinned 
at me and said, "I got something for you.  Something you're gonna like.  
Now get your clothes off.  All of them."
        
     It took me a few seconds to strip, and I dropped on my knees in 
front of him and started licking his boots.  "Lay down on the floor, you 
bastard.  That dried piss on the floor should taste good for you.  Go at 
it."

     I threw myself on the filthy floor and he stood up from the toilet 
and with his toe, rolled me over on my back.  Pulling his shorts and 
pants off his legs, he squatted over my face with his ass right at my nose
and farted.  It was a really foul smell, and excited the hell out of me.  
As I stared up at his asshole, I saw it open and, slowly a big black turd
came oozing out.  I started jerking off as the shit came closer and closer 
to my lips.  It was a real fat lump of shit and it was at least eight
inches even before it was completely out of his dirty asshole.

     I started sucking on the shit as it was coming out.  Then I couldn't 
wait any longer and bit right into the shit, eating and licking it.

     By this time, the mechanic was all ready with a long, fat, swollen 
prick.  He stood up quickly with his shit still sticking from his asshole 
and stood over me watching me chew on his shit.  The pecker had grown a 
good three inches and had an enormous red head on it.  Before I knew it he
was pissing all over me and I was drenched in his strong-smelling urine 
while still lapping up the last of his shit.  He suddenly reached down and 
grasped my wrists in a piece of rope and jerked me to me my feet.  My arms
were being tied to the pipe overhead.  He pulled on his own shorts and
pants and then went out of the can without an explanation.

     I hung there stark naked, scared to death and completely helpless.  
In about five minutes he was back...with a cop.

     The cop started to call me filthy names and was slapping my face.  I 
could see he had a hard-on and a big one that reached nearly to the top 
of his high boots.  Then they both stripped and the cop shoved his huge
dong into my asshole without even spitting on it.  As I screamed in pain, 
the mechanic pissed all over both of us.  He shot a load into my ass that 
felt like a pint.  

     The cop then put me on my knees and forced me down with his long 
billy club running up my ass nearly to the handle.  Then they both stood 
in front of me, hands on hips, bare-ass naked, and made me suck both of 
those shit-covered cocks that had been up my sore asshole until they were
clean.

     Before finally letting me go, they both took my name, address and 
phone number.  Now I know that they can come and make me go through all 
that all over again any time they want, and there is nothing I can do
about it.  

     It all happened only ten days ago and already both have been back
with buddies of theirs.  I told them they would have to give me a rest.
My ass is so sore all the time I can hardly sit down, but they just slap
my face and tell me they'll put me through my filthy paces whenever and
wherever they want and that I have nothing to say about it and will 
probably like it.  

     And I guess I do, kind of.