Date: Thu, 22 Jan 2009 06:28:20 -0600
From: A. Writer <misterliterate@live.com>
Subject: "Tom and Jim" Chapter 2

The usual disclaimers apply.  This story contains mild scat.

			   Tom and Jim -- Part 2

It was a week later that Jim headed over to his brother's house again for
their weekly workout.  Last week he and his brother Tom had hit the
weights, so that meant this time they would go jogging on their circular
5-mile route that would take them through Walker's Woods and then home
again.  As Jim headed up the front steps of Tom's place he reflected back
on their previous workout, something he had been doing quite often this
past week while jacking it in the shower or bedroom when his wife was out
of the house.  That was because they had engaged in more than a workout,
since for the first time as adults they had indulged in some of the same
activities they had as boys, revolving around their mutual fascination with
sex and shit.  As boys they had merely played around a bit, probing each
other's assholes tentatively when they were out in the woods playing with
Chuck and Lester, sniffing one another's assholes and watching occasionally
as one of them would take a shit.  Last weekend was a return to some of
that, and even more, since now Tom and Jim not only were grown men with
active sexual desires, but they acted on that by each of them giving the
other a fantastic blow job to end their workout.  Besides that, Jim
remembered how hot it was when he was sliding his finger inside Tom's juicy
ass while he was sucking on his stiff knob, and he remembered how warm and
moist Tom's ass had been as he had churned his finger around inside of him,
feeling a large turd up inside of him and wondering if he was going to let
it slide right out of him onto the weight bench.  He could have sworn that
Tom had been very close to letting his log slide completely out of his ass,
having felt its warm mass just inside Tom's asshole as Tom came in buckets.
Just thinking of that possibility made Jim's cock twitch as he knocked once
on Tom's front door and then let himself in, as was their practice.  He was
hoping that today, in addition to their workout, they would resume or
enhance the activities from the week before.

As Jim stepped inside the door he met Tom already in his running shorts and
shoes and ready to head out.  They hugged briefly and then chatted as they
stretched for a few minutes, taking their time to stretch out their
hamstrings and calves, watching each other the whole time because each of
them knew what they wanted to do and were hoping it would happen.  Tom
couldn't keep his eyes off of his brother's package, thinking about how
nice it would be to have that six-inch cock in his mouth again, hoping it
would happen, hoping his brother was as eager as he was, hoping his brother
was looking forward to some nice assplay again.. Since last weekend Tom,
just like his brother Jim, couldn't get his mind off of how nice it had
felt to have Jim playing with his asshole, and he had played with himself a
couple times since just to bring the memory back, although it wasn't quite
the same.  He knew that last week he had been close to taking a shit right
there with Jim's hand right there at his asshole, and he wondered if his
brother would have been okay with that, thinking that he probably would
have been since he seemed to enjoy plunging his finger into Tom's ass the
way he did, getting shit on his fingers that he clearly enjoyed sniffing
and sharing with Tom.  Tom could see himself getting off, literally, on
shitting in front of his brother just like in the old days, except that
this would be even better because now they would add the sex angle, and he
felt almost sure they would both get off if they were bold enough to do
such a thing.

After a few minutes the men rose and headed out the door and down the
sidewalk and then started jogging up the street toward the edge of town.
Their route took them past several blocks of residential homes, and then
gradually curled around a field and eventually into Walker's Woods, a large
tract of forest on the edge of town that offered a beautiful natural
setting and was almost always deserted except for the cries of crows and
blue jays.  Tom and Jim jogged easily, since both of them were in good
condition, and kept a steady pace as they entered the edge of the woods and
down the path that led through the tract of land.  After about a mile or
so, with a decent sweat worked up by now, Tom gradually pulled up to walk
and Jim joined him.  "Everything okay, bro?" Jim asked.

"Yeah, it's good," Jim panted lightly.  "Just a bit sluggish, I think."

Jim laughed.  "Maybe you're carrying a little too much weight, eh?"

It was Tom's turn to laugh.  "Nah, not really.  Maybe just in the gut this
morning.  I sort of feel like I need to crap or something."  Even as he
said this Tom was hoping Jim would take the bait, because there was nothing
that he wanted to do more than do exactly that: take a good shit there with
his brother, the two of them hopefully jacking off or sucking each other
off in the process.

"Well, let's just walk a bit," Jim said, "and if it doesn't ease up maybe
that's exactly what you should do.  It sure wouldn't bother me."  That
comment, he thought to himself, was the understatement of the year!

"Good idea," Tom said.  They walked a few hundred yards and then Tom took a
few steps off the path and stepped several yards deeper into the woods,
where the trees would prevent anyone on the path from seeing him, and Jim
followed.  Tom looked over at his brother and said, "Well, would you mind
if I unloaded some of this extra weight?  Really, it's like begging to come
out."  Even as he said this Tom's cock jerked a little, and Jim felt his
own cock twitch with the prospect of his brother taking a dump right now,
right here, in front of him for the first time since they were kids.

"Go ahead, bro," Jim said, rubbing his crotch unconsciously, although Tom
sure noticed.  "You don't mind if I watch, do you? Just like the good ol'
days!"  He rubbed his package again and felt his cock begin to grow with
the thought of watching his brother take a shit.

Tom grinned and said "Of course I don't," and pulled his gym shorts down
his legs and all the way off, leaving him standing there only in his
running shoes and top.  He spread his legs a bit and began to crouch, but
Jim interrupted him.

            "Hey bro, let me get behind and watch, so just lean on your
knees," he said.  Jim stepped over behind his brother as Tom leaned over
with his hands on his knees, his ass jutting out slightly towards Jim.  Jim
looked at his brother's white ass and the crack separating the cheeks, and
his cock again twitched and began to swell.  He knelt behind his brother
and, reaching out to touch Tom's asscheeks he asked, "Do you mind?"

            "Not at all," Tom said, and he grunted slightly to start the
shit on its downward path.  Jim knelt behind him and parted his brother's
asscheeks so he could see the brown wrinkled shithole, and it winked at him
as his brother grunted, and Tom pushed his ass further towards his
brother's face, hoping Jim would take the hint.

            He did.  Jim pulled Tom's asscheeks apart and leaned in towards
his brother's brown asshole, smelling even a foot away the faint odor of
shit, and as he put his face closer to it the smell became stronger until
Jim had his nose pressed right up against Tom's asshole.  He sniffed deeply
and relished the smell of his brother's ass, the smell of his shit, and he
could hardly wait to see the brown log emerge from Tom's asshole before
him.  He sniffed again just as Tom's asshole opened briefly and a puff of
gas farted out, smelling heavily of shit, since Tom's turd couldn't be very
far inside of him.  Both men chuckled and then Jim sniffed again, deeply,
loving the smell of a shitty bottom, loving the thought of a firm turd only
inches away from his nose and tongue, loving the thought of sliding his
finger inside of his brother's ass to help matters along, and as he thought
this his cock sprung up to full attention inside his shorts.  He stood up
and pulled off his own shorts, because he could see this was going to be
some fun.  His cock stood up rigidly against his flat stomach, its six
inches swollen and hard, the mushroom head poking straight up.  He looked
down and could see that Tom's cock was just as hard.

He knelt down again behind Tom and Tom took his own hands and parted his
own buttcheeks so Jim had a totally unobstructed view of his brother's
asshole.  It was brown and wrinkled and inviting, and Jim leaned in again
and sniffed, then stuck his tongue out and licked tentatively at the hole,
then again, and then he lapped at it wetly and broadly, leaving his saliva
in a wide path up and across his brother's asshole, tasting the faint
bitter taste of his brother's shit, and wanting to see and smell and maybe
even taste more.  He put his finger in his mouth and then poked it into his
brother's anus, just so the tip of his finger entered, and his brother
moaned softly and said, "Yeah bro, that feels all right."  Jim twisted his
finger around a bit and pulled it out, sucked on it again and then slipped
it back inside his brother's asshole.  Within an inch or so he suddenly
could feel Tom's turd, and it felt firm and thick and massive.  He pressed
on it with his finger and wiggled his finger around it, feeling it slip a
little further down the passage.  He again pressed on it several times,
loving the firm give of his brother's turd, relishing the thought of it
sliding all the way out of his ass right in front of him.  He reached
around his brother and felt his hard cock with his hand, and as he probed
Tom's asshole with his finger he stroked his stiff cock with his other
hand.

"Oh that feels so good, bro," Tom said, and grunted again to hurry matters
along, and he could feel his turd get close to the entrance.  He was
determined to go ahead and take this shit, since it was clear Jim was
getting off on it because Tom could see his brother's hard cock out of the
corner of his eye.  He grunted again and knew it was only a matter of a few
seconds before he'd release the whole log.  And feeling Jim's hand wrapped
firmly around his hard cock, increasingly jacking it in a firm and steady
pace, was an amazing combination of feelings, and Tom began to wonder which
would happen first, him completing the shit or cumming all over his
brother's hand.  "Hey, bro, get ready back there, because it's a-coming
pretty quick now."

Jim slid his finger deeper into Tom's ass when he said that, practically
burying his finger into his brother's turd, and then as he pulled it
completely out, streaked heavily with brown shit, he could feel the turd
follow.  As he knelt behind his brother and watched he saw the brown anus
wink again, shut, and then gradually open like the aperture of a camera.
Its brown wrinkles spread wider as the dark hole opened up before him, and
he could see the brown tip of Tom's turd getting ready to emerge.  The
heavy smell of shit hit him in the face and he watched as the brown log
very slowly began to slide out, a half-inch, then an inch, a thick brown
log of shit almost two inches in diameter, knobbly and firm and dark brown,
and he leaned in close and sniffed it with his nose right against the moist
surface, and the smell almost made him come right then and there even
though he wasn't even touching his own cock, but was instead jacking his
brother more quickly as he felt his brother's cock get harder beneath his
grasp.  He sniffed again the heady, earthy smell of shit, then leaned in
and took a very light lick of his brother's turd, just a bit, then another
light lick as the turd very gradually emerged further.  When Tom saw this
out of the corner of his eye and felt Jim's breath and tongue on his ass
even as he was shitting, he almost came immediately and he knew it was only
a matter of seconds before he did.  By now his brown turd was sticking more
than three inches out of his asshole, and Jim, whose cock was almost
bursting as well, kept jacking his brother with one hand as he reached up
and gently took hold of Tom's turd with the other and felt its thickness,
felt its firmness beneath his fingers, and tugged on it very slightly as it
continued its exit, the smell of shit heavy and thick as fog around them,
and he finally extracted a log that was nearly five inches long and
tapering at the end, and let the heavy weight of it balance in the palm of
his hand as he watched Tom's asshole gape open for a moment and then
gradually wink shut once again.

Tom immediately turned around and grabbed his own cock as he peered down at
his brown shit steaming in his brother's hand, jacking his cock furiously
as the smell of shit rose to his nostrils, and suddenly his hard cock began
spurting a white jet of cum the first shot of which hit Jim in the cheek as
he knelt before his brother while holding his turd in the palm of his hand,
and the second shot landed directly on the brown turd, its white streak
remarkable against the brown glistening surface of the turd, and the third
and fourth landed on the log in Jim's hand too, and as Tom kept jacking for
several more seconds Jim leaned in and took the head of Tom's cock in his
mouth and sucked lightly on the knob, licking the head softly and sucking
from him the last of his cum.  Jim then stood and, since his own cock was
red and hugely swollen and ready to burst, he grabbed it and jacked it
rapidly until he too stood on his toes and shot a white stream of cum into
the air, the first landing on Tom's shirt front, the second and third
falling onto the brown turd next to Tom's, and he kept jacking until he
felt his cock begin to soften beneath his hand, all the while the both of
them looking at Tom's brown turd in fascination.  Tom sniffed the air,
heavily scented with the odor of his own shit, and Jim raised the turd up
higher in his hand so it was only a foot or so from each man's face. Very
tentatively Tom bent his head and licked at one of his brother's white gobs
of cum that lay on top of the log of shit in Jim's hand.  He could taste
both the faint bitter taste of his shit and the slightly bleachy taste of
his brother's cum.  He licked again and then Jim bent his head and did the
same, and then both of them stood and grinned sheepishly, realizing they
had gone further than they ever expected, but both of them feeling very
gratified and satisfied at their recent renewal of childhood games.  Jim
turned and tossed his brother's turd to the side and wiped his hand on the
grass, and both of them put their shorts back on.

After a brief stretch the men took off again on their jog, both of them
deep in a reverie regarding their mutual masturbation and shitplay.  Tom
finally broke the silence and said, "Well I gotta say, bro, that was quite
the intermission, wasn't it?"

Jim laughed in return and said, "You got that right.  And, uh, I really got
off on it, bro.  Just watching that shit come out of you, the smell of it,
the feel of it, man it's almost making me hard again just thinking about
it!"

"Me too, bro.  I just wish you would have cleaned me up a bit back there,
'cause I can sort of feel a little bit still down there."

"Maybe next time, Tom my boy.  I was close enough to it today, that's for
sure."

"Well, frankly, I wondered there for a bit if you were going to do more
than lick it, bro. I almost came when I saw you licking at my turd."

"I don't know if I could do that bro, but I sure like playing with ya this
way.  I admit I considered sliding into you with more than my finger, if
you know what I mean.  What would you have done if that had happened?"

"Enjoyed it, I suppose," Tom laughed.

"Well, look out next time then, bro.  Regardless, it sure makes our
workouts a little more interesting, wouldn't you say?"

"I guess so!" Tom replied as the men headed out of Walker's Woods and back
into the subdivision.  "We're on for next weekend again, aren't we?"

"A weight work-out next time?  Will the wifey be home?

"Nah, she's gone next weekend at her mother's.  We should have the house to
ourselves."

"I can only imagine the kind of workout we're going to get in."  "Yeah, I
can only imagine," his brother replied.

And that's what they did for the next week as they anticipated their
upcoming workout.  Imagine the possibilities.