by Water Closet Clark

First Meeting-------------

Scott transferred to this town for the last three semesters of school to get several courses he needed which were far better here than where he had been going to college. His sex life in this cold northern city had dwindled to his hand, the rest of his well developed body, and any toys he could improvise.

Long before he left home, his sex life had been active, and what many might say, was the dirty side of sensuous activities. But it had been at college where his interests in scents and flavors had been expanded. The man who was instrumental in broadening Scott's sexual horizons was his chief advisor, the man who, regretfully, had suggested the transfer.

When he had arrived at college his range of sexual activities had brought scorn from many partners because of his eagerness to rim any asshole, in any condition, and to clean a cock after it had been up his or anyone else's shithole. Within weeks he had been introduced to the whole range of scatological delights, not only sucking assholes before fucking, but long after, until the scum he had shot was farted back to his mouth to keep or share with his partner.

Drinking piss had become like a cocktail before the main course and he had every cocktail he could get. Now the act of eating shit, once only a jerkoff fantasy, was a pungent reality he craved with each and every new sex partner. By the time of his transfer, he was one of the most active toilets on campus, being sought out by jocks and scholars alike who wanted the expert services of a young toilet pig.

Now in this much smaller town, in a much more conservative area, without even one gay bar to go hunting for possibilities, Scott's senses were close to being starved into oblivion. His life had become a ritual, much like the stifling existence he had endured before leaving home for college and sexual emancipation. Something he realized all too many men endured because of their lustful needs and restrictive surroundings.

In the morning before shaving he would empty his bladder of the night's supply into a glass, then he would savor each swallow as he shaved. Then the bus ride to work or walk to school. There he could contemplate the other students or good-looking customers. He would crave their butts, wonder about their assholes, their flavor, their cocks. He would desire their shit.

This would usually lead to a quick jerkoff session alone at the pisser in a men's room. Then another ride, to or from work, or to school, then home. As the day progressed, the yearning would become worse. He would satisfy himself by again drinking his piss, and fingering his asshole, sniffing his unwashed armpits, and when he became ready for another hand job, he would finger off the creamy dick cheese he had developed in the day.

About every third day he would squat over a dinner plate and dump the contents of his bowels, then laying on his belly as if he were a horny dog, he would try to satiate his hunger. Sniffing his fat turd, then licking the length of the dark brown log, wetting his lips with the glistening asshole mucus, then he would slowly devour the shit, lapping the plate clean, humping the floor several times, emptying his balls at least three times.

In some ways living at home had been easier. He hadn't tasted, smeared, smelled, or felt hot man shit, only fantasized. Now he knew what joys he was missing. He had seen the kid only occasionally on the bus he took from work to evening class. Blond, about his age, cowering in a corner, seeming to warm his hands between his thighs on cold winter days.

The youth got off downtown, seemed to be going to work even though it was early evening. He might glance at Scott, but usually he just exited minding his own business. Scott actually felt sorry for the boy because he seemed to be poorer than himself, wearing the same sweat pants, with holes showing no signs of insulated underwear and a thin jacket. No wonder the young man was warming his fingers between his legs.

On the other hand, Scott realized that he did nothing to attract the attention of the youth, never looking him over, or being physically sexually obvious, like allowing his stiff prick to show. Spring suddenly erupted. The snow was still deep on the ground when the temperature soared to 60 degrees, and the young blond bus passenger that Scott had begun to fantasize about appeared wearing old looking sweat shorts and a message "T" shirt proclaiming "Pound It" with several basketballs flying about in the background.

Now the youth's well developed physique was evident, his well muscled body strained several points of the flimsy clothing, including an ample cock showing in the soft cotton fabric which clung to the round butt as the boy left the bus. The youth no longer cowered in the corner, but now sat across from Scott over the rear wheel, and yesterday he had been picking his nose, then sucking the index finger clean, almost a signal. Even though Scott felt self-conscious because of the social stigma, he probed his nostril and sucked the slime retrieved.

The blond boy had smiled as he exited. Too late Scott realized that it might have been an invitation to follow. It would be Thursday night before he would be on that bus again. By Wednesday he could hold his shit no longer and he had fed himself. As he waited for the bus he almost hoped the young man not be riding, even though he had only his wanton desire inflating his hopes the blond would even want to smell his shit, let alone eat it, or feed whatever might be up his asshole to Scott.

But that didn't really matter, if the blond would let Scott see his asshole, sniff it, lick it, and maybe give him a blowjob, Scott would be satisfied. The bus was almost empty. The ridership had dropped off when the weather had improved. The blond was sitting on the seat over the wheel, dressed in the sweat shorts and "Pound It" shirt, one sneakered foot on the seat next to him spreading his legs wide.

Scott sat and smiled, the blond nodded, then probed his nostril. Scottcould see a hole in the crotch of the shorts, about where the kid's balls might be hanging, but it was only a dark hole. After sucking the finger, the blond circled the hole with the damp index finger, then he smiled back at the intensely interested Scott, not missing a move now, and shoved the finger in deep, stretching the fleece fabric to his body as he probed in the darkness between his legs.

Scott felt his prick stiffen at once, his cock rammed up from the flaccid position in his boxer shorts and loose black denim pants to become a tent pole pushing up toward the sky. The blond pushed, he was obviously frigging his asshole, all the time watching Scott's reaction to the exhibitionist actions, smiling, nodding his approval of the sudden bone in Scott's dick.

Scott was unsure of how to start a conversation on the bus, there were passengers facing forward within earshot who could not see what they would call a disgusting display, bring Scott's lust to a boil. The boy removed his finger, the end up past the first knuckle was light brown, he sniffed, then pushed the finger deep in his mouth, lips tightly locked about the flavorful digit. Scott licked his lips.

The boy stood, rang the bell and headed for the exit. His cock pushed the shorts out at an obscene angle, making him all that much more sexually desirable. Scott stood as soon as the bus stopped, adjusted his own hard cock and left behind the boy who took off at a run around the corner.

Scott was puzzled but moved quickly and got there in time to see the youth crossing the street, then enter the town's only office building, an old stone affair of seven stories. Scott ran down the street, his book bag bouncing on his shoulder, and into the deserted lobby. He had never been in this place before, but could hear footsteps on marble treads. Ahead in the high ceilinged vestibule were two bronze elevators. To the right a closed cigar stand, to the left the staircase leading down to something, the place the youth had gone.

Like Alice, following down the rabbit hole, Scott followed down the curved steps to the bottom where he was greeted by three doors: "Employees only", "Women" and "Men". He chose the left door, marked "Men". Inside it was quiet, too quiet for the youth to be there, he would be breathing heavily from the running. After passing through another door Scott was in the main toilet room. To the left, a row of partitioned stalls, all marble divided, with dark walnut doors. Around the left on the back of the wall with the toilets was a row of floor urinals.

To his right a row of sinks with mirrors. Scott checked out each stall. He was very alone, not even a turd left in a bowl to show the room was used at all. He went around to the urinals, set his bag down on a cold radiator by the white mottled tile wall, looked at the mirrors, realizing he could see anyone coming in. He unzipped his pants and let his throbbing hard cock out and took it in his hands.

The walls were completely devoid of any messages, indeed it would be difficult to leave any on the old tile. There were no sanitary disks in the urinals, but there was also no standing piss to sample. He was standing by the last urinal, holding his boner, wondering if he should jerk off and go home when the door opened, the blond entered wearing nothing but his sneakers, holding blue coveralls, his cock reaching for heaven.

"Hi" the blond said cheerfully.

"Hi" Scott answered, his prick bouncing higher.

"I'm thirsty. Got anything in that hose for me to drink?" the boy asked as he approached, tossing the coveralls by the book bag.

"Yeah, if you got something for me after," Scott answered stepping away from the pisser, and started to remove his clothing, knowing his long drought was at last over.

The blond knelt, began to remove Scott's pants and boxer shorts as his lips locked around the fat hooded prick just released from the confining clothing. He aided Scott in stepping out of the tangled pants and shorts, then concentrated on the prick, savoring the flavor of the unwashed dick, the promising scent from under the loose foreskin covering the stiff prick's end, sniffing at the cum matted curly dark brown fur surrounding Scott's prick root.

Scott watched and concentrated on loosening his bladder as the blond eased the foreskin back, lipping and licking his cheesy cockhead. The youth released the pointed prick end about the time Scott's stream began to flow. The initial spurt of amber liquid arched over the long blond hair, then it was cut off by the greedy lips. The stream flowed at its fullest, then as the youth gulped and swallowed the juice. More than he could accommodate overflowed his lips, draining over his neck and lightly furred chest, over Scott's prick shaft and his hairy balls.

The stream flowed unabated for about two minutes, then slowed to a dribbling stop. The blond quickly stood, his lips overflowing, Scott grabbed the youth's shoulders and their mouths met in a wet pissy kiss. The last urine was spit into Scott's mouth and he eagerly swallowed his own bladder juice, then sucked the blond's tongue in and caressed it with his lips.

Scott now was naked, the cool air in the restroom bathing his sweat wet body sensuously. The blond kissed the high standing right nipple. His teeth teased the pink center, then he directed his tongue across the smooth pectoral to the dark hair patch under the left arm. The blond lifted the muscled limb and his nose was buried in the damp fur inhaling the special scent he knew was there, then he swabbed his tongue across the hairless skin, then down Scott's ribs and side, across his belly, then up to the other armpit to sample that side.

The youthful bodies strained, pressing to each other as lips met once again, and tongues probed open mouths. Then Scott felt the warm wetness of the blond's urine on his belly. Scott fell to his knees and grabbed the fat dick, directing the wide spray into his mouth. He locked his lips around the blunt prickhead, now uncovered, and drank the manjuice.

The blond's crotch smelled wonderful, a mixture of sweat, stale urine, and just a hint of old shit. Scott let his fingers probe about the youth's thighs, then cup the rounded ass cheeks, and finally part them so a finger could explore the furry asscrack. The piss was deliciously strong, briny and bitter, yet a sweet flavor he had so missed. He let much overflow his mouth so his chest and belly were bathed with the warm liquid, staining himself so later he could savor the young man's flavor again. The blond lifted Scott to his arms as the stream ended all too soon. Their lips met, sharing the flavor until it evaporated into their saliva.

"My name is Andy, and please don't say randy Andy," the blond youth smiled.

"That's all to wonderfully obvious. I'm Scott."

"You go all the way? You were probing my hole," Andy asked.

"I go all the way and father if someone will go with me."

"I haven't much time. The door is locked so we are safe but I had to empty this morning so there is little in me."

"I'm empty too. I've been stuck in this fucking town for months with no one to share with, and when I find someone, I cannot perform as I want."

"It's true this town is dead," Andy said kneeling, "but let's make the most of what we've got."

He pulled on Scott's arms so they were entwined in a sixty-nine position, Scott lying on the cool tile floor, gazing up into the blond furred balls, lipping the cheesy round cockhead as his own prick was bathed by Andy's hot tongue. When Scott had the prickhead glowing pink with all the savory stick substance gone, he lapped at the fuzzy balls, sucking each damp orb into his mouth, wetting them more. He sucked across the blond covered perineum, his nose detecting a stronger version of the captivating odor he had sensed before.

He drove his nose into the asscrack, feeling the crusty hairs push beside his skin. He sniffed at the wrinkled sticky opening, inhaling deeply the pungent aroma of Andy's unwashed asshole. Scott raised his legs across his balls and perineum, then circled his shithole which was less hairy, but no cleaner.

Hot lips locked about his puckered anus. The strong wet tongue entered him, probing past the anal sphincter. Andy pushed hard until Scott felt teeth pressing his ass-lips. Scott's own tongue was now entering the slimy hole, pushing in, creating a flow of saliva into the asshole, and when he sucked the spit out it had gained the flavor of Andy's bowels. Scott was heady with the scent and flavor he had missed so long.

"Fuck me. Fuck me with more than your tongue," Andy growled as he began to cover Scott's engorged prick with a thick layer of mouth slime.

Scott drove three fingers into the boiling hot dark tunnel over his eyes, screwed them about, removed and sucked them to gain what flavor could be scraped from the asshole walls. Andy lifted his leg while Scott rolled out from under the youth, then knelt behind the blond haired boy, his bone hard cock sticking up from between his thighs. He rose, then squatted, holding the round butt.

He let a gob of saliva drool from his mouth onto the asscrack, then glided his prick into the wetness, mixing with the slime already deposited there by Andy. He pushed his pointed head against the wet puckered hole. Andy relaxed while Scott entered with ease, his dickhead disappearing fast as the youth's bowels sucked him in. He rocked forward onto his toes as the rest of the cockshaft slid in.

Andy pushed back with his hips crushing his butt against the dark pubic fur matted with saliva. As Scott started to screw into the love tunnel, Andy could feel the fat balls slapping his own. Scott was so excited by this youth, his handsome face, strong body, and most of all by his sexual pleasure that he soon lost control. He could feel a wave of pleasure envelope him as the jism flowed from his balls into his prick and exploded out. The scum washed over the open pouting shithole. He fell forward, embracing the quivering blond youth as his prick spasmed cum.

"Me too," gasped Andy. Scott reached under and took hold of the fat cock still wet with his mouth slime. He stroked once and the youth quivered, his prick ejaculated, sending streams of thick cum over the floor.

Both youths shook with the intensity of their pleasure. Scott slid his body from the broad back and returned to a kneeling position behind the blond, looking with delight at the messy asscrack. He drove his tongue between the round butt cheeks, lapped at the slime of his cum, asshole mucus and a thick creamy brown substance coating the blond hairs. He licked and sucked, savoring the flavors of the substances, cleaning the asshole as it had not been cleaned in a while, sucking the hairs into his mouth, purifying them, then sending his tongue into the still puckered entrance.

Scott tasted the shit strongly now, even though there was only a residue of what had been there. He circled inside the hole, cleaning that as well. Then he sucked the wrinkled skin one last time and sat back on his heels. Andy quickly turned about and bent to worship the long cock, not yet wilted, which had so wonderfully pleasured his hole. He lipped the head, licked about the corona where there was a thick brown substance he knew as a part of himself. Andy cleaned the prick, eating the small amount of shit stuck to it and cleaning the glittering brown slime that coated the shaft. He raised his head so the boys could kiss, exchanging the wonderful flavors in their mouths.

About the same time they each spotted the disintegrating puddles of cum on the floor, and they lapped at them with their tongues, swabbing the white tiles, sucking the last of the love juice into their mouths. They kissed again, exchanging the juice until it was so mixed with saliva they just swallowed. They knelt looking at each other, knowing that a playmate had been found in this town of backward conservative values which would frown on their delightful lusts.

The blond youth jumped up. "Got to get on with work," he said grabbing the jumpsuit. "You go out the front door. It will lock behind you. See you soon I hope."

Before Scott could say anything, Andy was gone carrying the jump suit slung over his shoulder. Scott ran his tongue over the wet spot on the floor, cleaning any cum they might have missed. He dressed and left. He got to school in time for the lab portion of class, but he was no good. His mouth still had the wonderful flavor of another male's shit, his nostrils filled with the essence of their all too brief exchange. He was uncomfortable, his body still damp with sex sweat, his cock stuck to his undershorts by Andy's asshole slime and spit. Scott was sure there was a detectable odor about him which the others might find offensive. Suddenly, for the first time in his life, he didn't care if doing what pleasured him the most offended others.

The Next Meeting----------------

For several days Scott had spent many jerkoff sessions a day with his boxer shorts either in his mouth gleaning the last flavor from Andy, or just sniffing the combination of both crotches on his cock, driven by the vivid memory, exploded gallons of cum. Circumstances played against him. His schedule was such that he could not ride the bus and meet Andy again for several days. When he did the blond was missing. The second day he rode the bus at the right time and Andy didn't appear, Scott got off and went to the office building, but the door was locked.

The next day Scott took an early bus and went to the building, this time gaining entrance. He went down to the men's room. He checked the toilets for any shit left behind, but there was none. He waited by the urinals. They seemed so clean he wondered if anyone ever used the room. He squatted and licked the smooth white mottled porcelain surface, but there was no flavor.

He was stiff; his balls ached, being here in this room with wonderful erotic memory. He lifted his cock out, the prickhead already eased down from most of the covering. He lapped his fingers and wet himself. He looked about the room, almost able to smell Andy's asshole scent, almost able to hear the sucking and grunting sex sounds they had made, almost able to hear their squeals of delight as they had ejaculated. His hand moved fast as he splattered cum across the urinal. He stood panting, watching the white cream roll down the smooth surface. He was tempted to lick it up, but then decided to leave it in case Andy came to clean, he would have a snack.

On the way out, Scott saw a young man leaning against a broom outside, talking to a young lady, not noticing Scott leaving. The brown haired youth wore the same blue jumpsuit Andy had worn. This troubled Scott. Where had the blond gone? What was his last name? How could he find him again as Scott truly knew he must find other devotees of shit or go crazy in this town where he was forced into singular sex.

Scott's mind had not left him, though his cock was sore from so much stroking. The youth had used spit, Vaseline, KY, and best of all, his own shit to try to relieve the ache in his balls. In a way he wished he had never met Andy. This was becoming one of life's cruel tricks, exposing him to the shit sex he desired, from a young man his own age, good looking and well hung, then making him so completely disappear.

He was headed home, feeling the need to shit, his asshole ready, hoping to see the blond, but by now, over two weeks later, his hopes had dispersed. Scott had stopped and bought a pair of red and blue bicycle shorts on this very warm day and was wearing them under his sweat shorts. He was riding home in the very last seat on the bus, gazing out the window at people on the side-walk, admiring the young men's butts now visible in shorts and light clothing.

He had not even seen the blond walking down the aisle wearing the same old cut off sweat pants and a tank top which said "Sit on It" until he plunked himself down next to him.

"Hey, faggot, you want to eat some hot shit?" Andy whispered.

"Andy! Damn, I'm glad to see you."

"Same here, man. I hoped you'd be on the bus tonight. I'm full."

"Me too. Where have you been?"

"Playing soldier boy, my two weeks active each year in the Army cleaning latrines." The blond youth smirked wickedly.

"No shit. I wouldn't get that luck if I enlisted as a latrine specialist," Scott said.

"I got that duty because the sergeant knew someone at boot camp I got my tongue into, and I mean deep in this guy's shithole. A career officer with tough turds and attitude."

"He introduced you to the sergeant?"

"No way, the first week in the National Guard the sergeant called me into his office, then dropped his fatigues and told me to clean his hole."

"Wow! What'd you do?"

"I was a little scared, not ever seeing the guy before, but didn't dare not obey. Damn, I'm glad I didn't. His fuckhole was crusty and so inviting. Well I cleaned it and ate all he could dump."

"Jesus, suppose someone had walked in?"

"No one would without knocking. Turned out the offer at boot camp had told him about me, so he shares the latrine inspection with me."

"You're probably the only guy in the outfit who looks forward to camp."

"Yea, me and the sergeant. It's the only time I get to see him, two weeks in the spring and one weekend a month."

"Can't you meet him at his home? Or dosen't he live near here?"

"I guess his wife has him on a short string, says he's married with kids. I don't know." Andy adjusted his crotch, then looked down to see if Scott was as turned on as himself. "You got new bicycle shorts on?"

"Yes. Just picked them up tonight after work."

"Bet you fill them out good."

"I sure the fuck am now that you're here. I got a bone in my dick that is hurting for some good shit sex."

"Tell you what. Those shorts need to be christened, you got the balls to do it?" Andy asked.

"Sure. I think," Scott said suspiciously, knowing that Andy was far more an exhibitionist than himself.

Andy looked about. There were a few passengers on the bus, none near him. He lowered his sweats. His prick stood free, a drop glistening in the folded foreskin covering the round prickhead.

"Push your shorts down," Andy commanded. Scott hesitated, then did as he was told, feeling a surge of sexual excitement rush through his balls.

"Man, your dick looks hot in there," Andy said, holding his own. "Now push down the bike shorts so I can see your dick."

Scott did as he was told again, watching the few passengers nearby who continued to look forward. Andy leaned his body to the left. His cock pushed against Scott's dark curly pubic hair.

"I ain't going to do much, but enough to start the christening." The blond youth spurted a few drops of piss onto Scott's crotch.

"Now your turn, man. You piss a few drops, enough to wet cock and balls."

Scott held his cock and managed to spurt out several drops, then a short stream which was joined by another burst from Andy. He sat back and began to pump his stiff rod. Scott followed suit. His fingers were wet with sweat and piss. His heart pounded with fear and agitation as a splatting sound came from both youths' crotches.

"Jerkoff juice is another part of the christening to get those shorts off in the right way," Andy said as he leaned over and sent several gobs of white burning cum onto Scott's dark curly pubic fur, his bouncing balls and fist covered cock.

Scott laid his head back as he too squirted off, sending the first shot unhindered across his shirt, then cupped his cockhead and sent the rest cascading down his cockshaft. When both youths had finished shooting off, they sat looking at the mess on Scott's crotch. The dampness of the piss had soaked through the fabric about his ass and now the double loads of cum had his genitals soaked.

"Now dress. Wear that mess home. It will be soaked into the shorts. Never wash them! Let them get stiff and crusty, maybe shit in them sometime too and let a buddy clean them with his mouth," Andy said dressing.

"You going to work?" Scott asked.

"Sure, and soon too. Can you come out later?"

"Sure, for your butt any time, any place." Scott was dressed and much relieved they had not been caught.

"I clean in the office building you know. It's cool to do a quickie like we did before, but I would much rather spend some time with you."

"Same here."

"Ok. Come around to the back of the building. I'll leave the fire exit ajar about eleven tonight. Go down the hallway. It will lead to the lobby. Go to the men's room. I'll be there about a quarter after, depending on how the cleaning goes. Then we can have a good time."

"Sounds great! I'll be there," Scott said.

Andy gave him a thumbs up and then it was his stop and he left. Scott sat in the small puddle of piss which had run between his thighs, feeling wonderful. He tried to do homework, but that was too complicated for his state of mind. He ate, then played with his cock, sniffing in the still damp new elastic shorts. Then the idea came to him. He had to walk to the office building anyway since no buses ran that late at night. He might as well leave early and stroll along, but first he would add the final ingredient to the christening.

He rubbed his butt and crotch under the damp fabric, his hard dong bulging obscenely. He squatted in the kitchen and carefully controlled his bowels, letting only a small part of a turd slip out. He wanted enough to fill his asscrack and squish about his balls, maybe even about his cock too, but not too much. He wanted to be able to feed a good sized turd to Andy.

As he squatted, his prick leaked more piss. Then he let a whole stream flow, wetting himself completely. The fresh urine soaked his bicycle shorts and ran between his thighs, under his balls, mixing with the shit. Scott reached down and caressed the shit lump between his legs, pushing and massaging it forward, upward around his balls as it mixed with the piss. He pushed it up, feeling the wonderful slime as it disintegrated into a gritty mush, then flowed around his cock, sending electric shocks of excitement through his groin.

He stood, feeling the wetness of his body, smushing the substance about so none was oozing through the fabric. The warm wetness about his cock was almost masturbating him. He dressed. The pungent scent was strong coming from his crotch, a welcome scent as he walked about the apartment, then out the door for the several mile hike with his crotch bathed in the shitty slime. He had on a sweat shirt and fleece shorts. They were loose enough so the shit and piss oozing through the tightly stretched lycra bicycle shorts didn't ooze through them.

The smell was wonderful. He could smell himself, and figured anyone coming in contact with him would be able to inhale his stench and probably avoid him. He was warm under the shirt, sweating profusely. The liquid rolling down his sides and arms, over his chest and belly, added to the aroma. The night was warm and pleasantly still, but later Scott wondered if the shorts would be enough. He figured he would be so high from the stinking sex with Andy that he would never notice if it were snowing.

Finally he got to the building. The lobby was dark. The alley had only small bulbs lighting the way to the back. The door was ajar. His cock had been stiff since he left the apartment, partly from anticipation, but mostly from the slime gliding about his prick and balls feeling like several warm tongues bathing his hard sex.

Inside the hallway was also dimly lit but he easily found his way to the downstairs men's room which was brightly lit. He quickly stripped off his clothing. The bicycle shorts clung to his balls and cock and the shit filled crack in his ass. He eased them down his legs careful not to get too much on himself. The object was to keep as much shit on them for Andy to eat off later.

He leaned against the wall by the urinals, ran his fingers through his crotch, then up his asscrack. They were thick with shit, dark brown and gooey in substance. He painted circles of shit about his nipples, then across his mouth, finally licking his fingers. Seeing himself in the mirror, he laughed. He resembled a boy playing Indian. The shorts lay on the radiator, a brown stain showing through in a most erotic way. Scott held them over his face, sniffed and felt the cool shit touch his nose. He put them down before he lost control and ate them clean himself, but he left the brown dollop on his nose to smell and be seen by Andy.

The door opened and Andy bounced in out of breath, dressed in the coveralls, his hard cock most obvious. He stopped short, a look of amazement on his face at the wonderful sight he beheld of Scott naked, his crotch bathed in shit, the slime drooling over his thighs, his chest and face painted in shit and the dollop of brown shit on the youth's nose.

"Holy fuck! You look good enough to eat," Andy said. He grabbed Scott's arms and closed his mouth over the end of the boy's nose, sucking the shit off.

"I thought that was the object," Scott said handing the shorts to Andy. "I filled these before leaving home, giving them the next ingredient for the christening. Now you finish the job with your saliva.."

"Fuck, man, that's the hottest thing yet!" The youth sniffed the shorts and threw his head back smiling. "Let me see your butt."

Scott turned and bent over. Andy ran his finger through the partly cleaned crack, then squatted and licked up the crack from the balls to the base of Scott's spine, slurping loudly all the way. He ran his tongue down to the asshole still puckered and ready. He sucked on it a while a smaller turd popped into his mouth. He stood chewing and quickly swallowed the mush in his mouth.

"My goddamn supervisor is here for a visit for the first time in months. Wouldn't you know he'd pick tonight. I'm finished work and he's waiting for me in the lobby."

"What do you mean?" Scott asked, suddenly feeling a terrible letdown.

"I mean we can't do nothing tonight. I was pissed at first, but now I am so goddamn mad I'm almost ready to tell the fucker to go take a flying leap in a bucket of shit."

"Don't do anything that would get you in trouble."

"That's why I should go with the fucker, make brownie points, get ahead. You know the game. When can you come next?"

"Not until Monday after school."

"That's hot. Gives us both time to fill our bowels with something good to eat and gives me time to clean those wonderful shorts."

"I've got more up my ass. Let me give it to you. Let me fill them full."

"No fucking time! Oh Jesus Christ, I want to swap shit with you in the worst fucking way, man. Look at the fucking bone in my dick."

"Yea, looks great. Please let me get your cum," Scott begged.

"I left you something in the first toilet. I wish it was direct from my butthole. It should be still warm."

"A whole pot full of shit?"

"Yes, a good supply. I wish I could get what's left up your hole. I know there's more tasty turds there, but if I stay much longer the bastard will be coming down here and we'll both be in trouble."

"I can wait until next week, I guess," Scott said as he fell to his knees. "Piss on me; wet me good, please."

Andy pulled his stiff cock out and stood holding it. He had to push because he was hard, but finally a stream flowed. He waved his prick, wetting the dark haired youth from head to knees, especially his dirty crotch. Scott opened his mouth. Andy filled it with fresh piss, then sent the last piss raining over the kneeling youth's head so a dribble was sent over both front and back of his body.

"Stay as long as you like. Leave through the lobby. Just be sure the door latches as you go out. See you Monday at eleven."

"At eleven, man," Scott said glumly.

Andy bent down and kissed Scott on the mouth, his tongue pushing into the lips. He spit some shit flavored saliva from his mouth, turned and left. Scott knelt in the puddle about his body as the fresh piss not only filled the air with a wonderful scent, but the liquid had turned brown washing through the shit covered body crevasses. First Scott licked up the puddle on the floor. Then he went to the first stall. In the toilet bowl was a most wonderful sight. There were three turds, each about eight inches long, and wonderfully fat. They floated in the amber colored water. Nothing was soiled by toilet paper or cigarette butts.

Scott knelt as if in prayer. His legs straddled the toilet bowl, then he hugged up to it, pressing his hard cock to the white smooth surface, cold and damp, but quickly warming from his body heat. His hips thrust gently to the toilet, then he bent down, straining his neck until his lips touched the cool amber water. He slurped a mouthful; his nose brushed a turd; then he kissed it. He watched as the water moved slightly, a brown haze flowing from the disintegrating shit coloring the water slightly.

He reached in and took one precious turd in his fingers. When it began to collapse he crammed it to his face, getting much in his mouth. He bit into the soft surface only to find the center still warm and rather stiff. The exterior was slippery and hard to hold. He squeezed it until the gooey mess was smeared over his neck and face.

When he had finished what was in his mouth and what he could lick from the sides of his lips, he began to wipe the rest away with his fingers and lick and suck them clean. All the time he was humping the toilet bowl with his wet, vein bulging cock, masturbating in a fucking motion at the same time. His passion grew while eating the wonderful substance he so craved. He broke off another piece, stuffed it all into his mouth, then stuck his fingers into his nose and breathed deeply, inhaling the strong aroma of Andy's shit while enjoying the flavor.

His cum spattered over the toilet front and his body as he shook with the intensity of the ejaculation, then swallowed the shitty mush in his mouth. He licked the cum and brown stains from the toilet front, then took several paper towels and carefully wrapped the rest of the shit, careful not to smash it down, but soaking up all the water. He squatted by the bowl and lapped like a dog drinking much of the amber piss water and gathering up some little pieces of shit that had fallen into the bowl.

He was horny, but felt ill at ease in this room alone. He dressed and made sure there were no stains on the floor or anywhere else. Scott left at last, wishing he could leave a pile of shit for Andy to eat, but sure it would be gone by the time Andy would return.

The Next Meeting----------------

Scott let himself into the building and quickly went to the men's room where he stripped his jeans and sweat shirt off. His body was fragrant. He had bathed himself in piss after getting home from school this evening, then let it dry. In the long walk to the building, fully clothed, he sweated, turning the dried piss into a flavorful glaze covering his skin.

He was heady with excitement. He had tasted the shit he brought home all weekend, savoring a little at a time with each of several jerkoff sessions until the last was gone, then he sniffed the paper towels while still unable to completely satisfy his hard cock. Now he was stiff waiting for Andy to arrive, his butt full, his body wet, expecting the same. Knowing somehow that tonight their plans would not be thwarted.

Andy was naked, his cock standing tall, a drool glistening at the foreskin opening, his whole body covered with the sheen of sweat produced by his evening's work.

"Goddamn you look fucking great, man," Andy said.

The youths embraced, sniffing each other's bodies, nuzzling their armpits, their tongues exploring, fingers groping over their stiff members, each rolling the other's skin back to pinch sticky cockheads.

"Want to play urinal?" Andy asked.

"How?"

"You sit in the urinal and I piss all over you, then I sit in the urinal and you wet me down."

Scott immediately sat in the porcelain floor unit, his shoulders just fitting inside, feet drawn up to his thighs, knees spread wide, making his whole front from balls to forehead an easy target. The amber stream began with a trickle. Scott watched the piss hole spread. The stream gained force and Andy swung his hips so the hot stream flowed across the dark haired youth's smooth muscular body. Scott savored the smell of fresh piss. He opened his mouth wide. Andy aimed his dick by thrusting his cock upward, making the stream arc into the open mouth and splatter over Scott's face.

The hot liquid flowed over Scott's body making rivers following the contour of his muscles, around his pectorals and over the ribbed belly into the dark pubic bush and sensuously running about his balls, near his asshole, into the bottom of the urinal. When the last of the stream spurted out, Scott leaned forward and sucked on the cock, rolling the foreskin back with his teeth, swabbing his tongue across the round blunt cockhead, cleaning the sticky smegma.

When his cock was cleaned, the head shining deep rose, Andy squatted and licked his tongue across Scott's lips, invaded his mouth to get a taste of his own dick cheese. He licked across the youth's wet hairless body, down to the prick standing up against the rippled belly, up the stiff shaft. He began cleaning. Andy lapped the cheese, sucking about the corona, then ramming his tongues against the piss hole, his lips swabbing over the pointed prickhead cleaning slowly so he could savor the tangy essence of the sticky waste.

"Fuck my ass, man. Push all the shit back up into my belly," Scott whispered as he slouched down so his shoulders were at the urinal base where men's feet were planted as they pissed, his head inside so he could look up as if waiting for a mouth drenching.

Andy needed no other invitation. He lifted the willing feet to his shoulders, ran his tongue across the loose hanging balls, over the damp perineum, then up the smelly asscrack, inhaling each inch of musky smelling furry skin his tongue covered. He pushed against the crusty hole, his tongue pushing into the gritty shit chute, gaining the flavor of what was up there waiting to be drawn out. His cock was wet. The hole was ready. He forced his hips forward as he straightened up. His cock gently entered the relaxed sphincter, pushing against the shit.

Scott moaned as his belly was filled with even more. The turds firmly in place he had been holding for days were not going to be forced back no matter how big and blunt the instrument. Andy shoved in forcibly, feeling the shit begin to break up and slide past his fat cock out the wide stretched opening, over his balls and into the blond pubic hair curled at the base of his cock. He continued to push inward, his prick making a giant opening in the shit filled rectum. Scott rolled his head about in pleasure, he too feeling his turds seeping out around the fat fuckpole entering him.

When enough had been displaced the fucking began. The youths were rewarded by the smell of fresh shit, a welcome invasion to their nostrils sending each of them into a higher passion. Scott raised and lowered his hips to receive the bonehard dong being thrust deeper into him with each ram of Andy's hips. Scott raised his arms and held the blond fucker close as Andy wiped his fingers across the base of his cock, gaining a large gooey amount of shit, which he greedily sucked off his finger. He chewed it open mouthed, letting some saliva drool out, leaving a brown stain like a chew of tobacco would. Scott strained his face forward to get some. Andy swallowed, then smiled and spit the last in a spray flecking over Scott's face. He wiped more shit from his crotch. This time he savored it longer in his mouth and eventually kissed much of it into Scott's mouth, the little lumps rolling from tongue to tongue, then swallowed.

The passion of the fuck was growing. Scott's cock had stiffened as his prostate was massaged. Andy was losing control; he rammed, his cock jabbing in at different angles, sending chills of painful pleasure through Scott's body. Then the blond stiffened his back and yelled loudly. His voice echoed in the tiled walled room. He gasped as his spunk flowed into the quivering asshole massaging his dong. Scott raised his voice too as he felt his own cock explode a stream of jism across their bellies.

The youths kissed, exchanging a brown slimy saliva flavored with the delightful sharp shit flavor and the coarse shit texture they both craved. After the fuck, Andy rolled Scott's legs high in the air once more. This time he cleaned about the sloppy shithole he had messed with his fucking. There was a residue of smashed turds thick in the asscrack which he fingered out into his mouth as well as licked with his tongue, chewing the gritty substance, then slobbering more saliva across the acid flavored flesh.

Scott strained to reach the still long prick, glowing with a coating of asshole mucus and cum, gobs of shit suck on the cockshaft and around the thick corona. He squirmed and twisted about until they were in a sixty-nine position. Now Scott could get at his own shit and clean it from the fuckpole that had so painfully pleasured him. His tongue bathed the shaft, bringing it back to full size with the veins bulging and glistening as the shit was washed away.

"Feed me! Please feed me now," Andy said, his mouth surrounding the puckered asshole.

Scott arched his back. A turd had already started to move down his chute in a most sensuous feeling way. He pissed himself with a long stream which arched across his belly and over Andy's chest. His asshole exploded with a loud fart. Cum splattered across Andy's face leaving freckle-like marks. At the same time a large turd had bolted out of the puckered hole. Andy had this thick piece in his mouth and chewed it, breaking it into pieces as more flowed out. The fresh shit came in loose turds, fibrous and very smelly. The shit poured out.

Several inches of soft turds fell to the floor. Andy quickly rubbed them about Scott's crotch, massaging the prick and balls with shit, wiping the dark brown substance over the pubic fur, matting it down. He chewed the stiff turd in his mouth, watching as the asshole continued to erupt, the shit getting more and more fragrant and lighter in color.

Scott, for his part, just laid his head back in the urinal enjoying the feeling of his shit flow, the hot piss stream bathing him, the urinal completing the ambiance for perfect sex. Andy spread all that he could not readily get into his mouth over Scott's body, smearing up the youth's belly and chest, caressing the stiff nipples, offering his fingers for Scott to kiss. With his mouth empty, he began to clean the asshole when the anal sphincter finally closed. His tongue spread flat over the shit matted perineum as he buried his nose in the sticky anus.

The boys sat side by side caressing their wet bodies, kissing. Scott licked the shit residue from Andy's face, then tonguing it into the open waiting mouth. He laid back while Andy cleaned the shit away. It took over an hour for Andy to swab his tongue about the crotch, over the hot prick and full-sized balls up to Scott's shit stained face. Andy sucked the curly matted pubic hair, cleaning all the shit, cleaning each hair, then the rest of the body with the same attention to detail. When he was finished, Scott's prick stood tall and ready for sex. Andy began sucking the pre-cum oozing giant, while playing with the we furry balls. He squeezed them. When Scott moaned with pleasure, Andy pressed harder, crushing the balls in his fist, making Scott roll his hips and loudly groan, but not ask for the obvious pain to end.

The excellent cocksucking, growing pain in his groin, the smell, the taste, soon drove Scott to a pleasure peak and he exploded. When the aching balls were drained, they embraced on the floor, tongues exploring foul mouths, sharing the flavorful scent of asshole. Each kiss was a pleasure. It was a great treat for Scott to be able to play in such an area. Playing in a public men's room had long been a fantasy of his. He had so enjoyed eating the shit out of the toilet last week. It was a fantasy come true. Now this was happening to him, another jerkoff fantasy becoming a reality. Here they could be as messy as they wanted, make as much noise as they could, stink beyond belief, and no one would be upset because of their pleasure.

Andy rolled over, lying on top of Scott, and he slowly rose, his legs straddling the dark haired youth sprawled in a pool of brown slime that had dripped from their bodies to the floor. He didn't direct his cock. He just let it spew urine out over the youth as he stood, then held his cock like a hose and directed the stream into the open waiting mouth begging for a drenching. Scott swallowed the piss as fast as the giant cock spilled it. He gasped for air, letting much spill over his face and neck, adding to the pool around him. He rose to a kneeling position as the stream weakened and stopped, closing his lips around the blunt cockhead.

"Suck my ass with me standing," Andy said ripping a fart that echoed in the room.

Scott crawled around as Andy turned, the sulfuric fart still tainting the air. Scott spread the round butt cheeks and saw the wet shithole surrounded with matted blond hairs, the anus flexing and puckering. He drove his tongue at the opening which relaxed for his entrance. He met a hard turd just inside the asslips. Scott blew in on the shit. Another fart was generated and the anus burped it out, spraying Scott with a fine speckling of shit and mucus. He lapped at the hole, pushing with his fingers hoping to prime the turd into moving. With a sudden blast of gas, a popping fart came as the shit dropped out into Scott's waiting open mouth. He guided the long log between his lips and bit off a mouthful.

He held the rest, sniffing at it as he chewed the hard grainy shit, the lumpy texture breaking up in his mouth as he chewed, watching the rest of the bowel movement continue. The shit was dark at first, but it became lighter and softer, until it was a strong smelling loose shit the consistency of mud. The turd flowed down from the wide open asshole. A multicolored piece rolled down over Andy's thighs, some on each leg. Then a light tan almost liquid shit spurted out, splashing onto Scott's chin and drooling over his chest. Another piece rolled down. Scott caught it in his hands and massaged the shit about Andy's balls and cock, using the soft slimy shit to masturbate the prick into a hard pole. By this time he had finished the first piece and was licking the asshole and crack so they were cleaned of all the shit that had been pumped out of Andy's bowels.

Andy turned about, holding his slimy stiff cock and directed it into Scott's mouth. The kneeling boy willingly took the prick and swallowed it as Andy began to mouth fuck him, his hips meeting Scott's face making a splat sound with each stroke. Shit from the prick and balls was soon splattered about Scott's face, making his mouth, cheeks and neck a light brown stickiness. Scott held the butt with both dirty hands, caressing it as he was throat screwed.

"My nuts! Fuck with my nuts like I did to you," Andy growled in a lusty whisper.

Scott held a fat, shit covered blond haired ball in hand, rolled them between thumb and forefinger, then pressed hard, making Andy twitch.

"Yea!" Andy gasped. "Fuckin' hurt them. Yea."

Scott pressed harder, enjoying the flavor of the shitty cock as well as the pleasurable pain he was administering. Each time Andy groaned, it fired Scott to press harder on the balls, suck and swallow harder on the cock. All this passionate activity made him breathe deeper, the shitty scent of Andy's crotch enhancing the sex to the max.

When Andy could hold back no longer he yanked his engorged prick from the hot throat and mouth, sliding the wet cock along Scott's cheek spreading the shit slime even more as he shot off. Scott pleasured Andy even more by massaging the boy's prick as the cum billowed out in his hair and over his shoulder. He continued to eat the shit from the balls and pubic hair patch. Scott sucked the slimy turds smashed beyond recognition into a mush both delicious and fragrant. He pumped his own cock fat with excitement until he blew a load of scum over the floor.

Andy's skin tingled with the stimulation of this unbridled scene of shit passion. He fell onto Scott and began to lick his body too. They rolled through the puddle wetting themselves with the tasty slime and then licked that too, until their bodies were clean. They ended up belly to belly, kissing the last flavorful slime from the floor back and forth, their bodies still reeking with the scent of their sex, a patina of saliva covering them, making their young muscles gleam and shimmer.

It was near dawn. They had to leave soon. They cleaned the floor where there were spots of shit or stray drops of piss with their tongues, ingesting the last evidence of their passion.

"Can we do this again?" Scott asked as he dressed and looked longingly at Andy.

"I hope a couple of times a week. That's how many times I can get a good dump saved up."

"Yea that's good. The late hour is good too. It dosen't interfere with work or school. I've missed being able to do this so much and I was taking it for granted that I would always have a shit partner no matter where I was."

Andy led the way to the door. "Well, shit men are all about, but we are so discriminated against by even other gays that it's sometimes hard to make contact."

"Tell me about it. Where are we going, you all naked like this?" Scott asked, feeling uncomfortable.

"Down to my locker. I have something for you. I also have to get dressed, even though I am somewhat an exhibitionist, I'm not running all the way home bare assed."

They went down to a sub basement, past a workshop and boiler room to a small room with a shower in one end and lockers along the side wall. Andy took a bag from one locker.

"Here. These are your bicycle shorts. I cleaned them and it was great fun. This evening I found something in the toilet down here, something that will make the christening complete. Eat it in good health."

Scott opened the bag and found his shorts thoroughly stained and replete with a wonderful shit-piss odor inside a large zip-lock bag. Also inside were two large round logs of dark shit.

"Whose are they?"

"Mike's", Andy said. "He's the guy who covered my time off when I was on latrine duty. He works days and isn't very neat. Never flushes."

"Maybe he's trying to give you a message."

"Not me. He hates fags. Maybe a shit eating girl, but I think he's just a slob. I don't care. I get to eat his shit once in a while."

Andy dressed in gym shorts and sneakers. He was ready to leave, all smiles about the gift he had found for Scott and the knowledge that he too had a shit playmate.

"I talked to the sergeant over the weekend," Andy said as they left the building. "He said we should plan on visiting him some weekend. He can get the use of a cottage for just us three to mess in."

"I'll take off work any weekend for that," Scott said, realizing that sometimes finding what you need takes time, but if one is patient he may find more than he dreamed for. Scott was sure he would never want for a fresh turd again.