I really wasn't thinking of shit. Well, at least no more so than
normal. I was stripping off my work clothes when I realized that
I had to take a dump. That was a good thing because there was
a bunch of green bananas on my pillow that I had plans for later
and for that scene the shit would only get in the way.
I took my mail, went into the bathroom and proceeded to take a
dump while reading my mail. But, oh my no. Have you ever taken
a dump and that log of shit just felt soo good coming out of your
ass? Almost as good as a big cock does going in? This was one
of those. I set the mail aside and enjoyed it.
It came out in one long log, that much I knew from the way it
felt. Still, I was in for a surprise when I stood up; and got
ready to wipe. I looked down, and I was transfixed. Something
in my head snapped and, suddenly, that log of shit was beautiful.
I had to touch it, I had to smell it.
I started to reach down but caught myself. I was standing there
with an $80 pair of pants around my ankles and $100 dollar shoes
on my feet. If I touched it in this condition our romance was
going to be exceedingly brief. No, this was something special,
I would prepare myself.
Quickly, I returned to my bedroom and stripped off the offending
clothes and grabbed a bottle of poppers. Back in the bathroom
I tore off my glasses and got my contacts in place -- I wanted
to see this it all its glory.
Back to the bowl, I bent down and slid my hand into the water
and under the log of shit. Carefully, I lifted it out of the yellowing
water. It was a monster, that was part of it's appeal. It was
a full 10 inches long, 2 inches wide at the head and a fat 1 and
3/4 along most of its length.
I stepped through the curtains and into the tub, isolating myself
in a small white space. I looked down at the shit, feeling its
weight on my hand and up my arm. My cock started to rise to attention
and I took a hit of the poppers. Pow! My head swam and my cock
sprang to full hardness.
I started to jack my dick and stared at the log, breathing deep
of its smell. I was still mesmerized by it. I knew that I could
easily cum like this, just holding it, feeling it, smelling it.
I knew too, though, that this time I had to go further.
I took another hit of poppers and kept stroking my hard cock.
As the wildness of the poppers rush hit me I stuck out my tongue
and brought the shit to my face. I licked it and the rich, bitter,
brown taste filled my mouth. I licked it again, wanting more of
that flavor -- more!
Cradling the turd in my open palm I bent my head back and tilted
my hand up, just a little, in front of my face. I went cross-eyed,
watching the log slide down my hand, heading for my mouth. It
was the same old tension, did I have the guts to take it in my
mouth? The log slid and I flinched, lowering my hand again, failing
the challenge again. But I wasn't done, not by a long shot.
The hard knob of the head of the shit was starting to break away
from the smooth body of it. I wanted to do something with it,
but that would mean getting my one free hand shitty, cutting me
off from the poppers. I grabbed the brown bottle, took one last
long, deep hit, and set them outside the shower. I was without
that crutch now.
The rush hit me and I grabbed the head of the shit in my clean
hand. It squeezed it a little, testing its hardness. It was solid.
I reached it around behind and slid it up and down my ass crack,
feeling it smear. I rubbed the hard ball of shit over my hole
and then shoved it back where it came from. My dick twitched as
the ball slid inside, just like it always does when something
goes into my ass.
I clenched my ass and popped the ball back out, smearing some
of it up my crack in the process. I shoved it in again, following
it with a few fingers. Damn that was good! Out again, and still
more of the ball disintegrated and ended up smeared around my
hole. I loved the feeling of that sludge plastered between my
ass cheeks. In and out again, this time with more fingers. Now
all I got back was a thick paste. I smeared the remaining sludge
up my crack, completely plastering over the narrow crevice.
Now I reached back around and grabbed my lonely, twitching dick
again. The dirty hand smeared it with brown, more with every stroke,
and it got harder as it got darker.
I still had the long, smooth body of the shit log in my other
hand, and I started to wonder what I should do with that. I licked
it again and flooded my mouth with more of that bitter taste.
I nuzzled it, purposely getting a smear of shit on my upper lip,
right under my nose. Now there'd be no escaping the smell.
I imagined plastering my chest with the shit, or laying still
more up the crack of my ass. I raised it again to my face, tongue
hanging out. Once again I threatened my open mouth with the shit.
I could taste the shit with each breath I pulled through my mouth.
Delicious, awful.
Unable to take the tension any longer I suddenly slammed the handful
of shit into my nuts. It hurt and then the smooth body of he shit
soothed the bruise. I worked the shit all around my balls, then
back between my legs.
The smell seemed to grow exponentially as more and more of my
body turned brown. My hand was far from empty. I smeared more
of the shit up above my dick, matting down my pubes with dark
brown sludge. Still, I had a handful. Now I painted it down my
thighs, the smell still building.
My legs started to quake and I knew I had to sit down. I lowered
myself slowly and savored the ooze as my shit filled crack met
the cool porcelain. I felt the shit ooze up behind my balls.
I'd been jacking my dick so hard my arm was starting to ache.
I transferred the shit from one hand to the other and started
jacking again. God I wanted to cum!
Seated like that, my long pale legs stretched out in front of
me. Their light color seemed offensive. Still jacking my cock
I leaned forward with my shit-filled hand and started painting
my leg brown. Ankle to knee I spread the color, amazed at how
even and rich it was. Every square inch I spread made the smell
grow stronger -- the room was flooded with my stink!
Now I spread it up over the knee until the smear on my leg met
the smear in my crotch -- I was covered! Brown from the waist
down!
My hand flew faster still on my dick and my legs strained, pushing
against the sides of the tub. I looked down at my plastered crotch
and my brown legs -- what a fucking mess! I was so turned on and
so close to cumming I started grunting like the pig I'd become.
Finally, I shot. White cum blew out of my dick, landed in my shit-smeared
pubes and drooled over the brown hand, gripping my dick. The contrast
was beautiful.
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Epilogue: Clean up took a long time. I was terrified that I would
run out of hot water and have to deal with a whole-body shit smear
under a cold spray. The water held out though.
I put off using soap as long as I could. I just used plain water
and slowly my winter-pale hide emerged from under the thick brown.
As the color slowly washed down the drain, the smell subsided
as well. When all the color and most of the smell was gone I grudgingly
started in with the soap. Now, sitting here, writing this, a couple
of hours later, almost all the smell is gone. Only if I put a
hand right up to my nose and take a deep breath... there's just
the slightest tang, the smallest reminder of my nastiest shit
scene yet.
