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A knock on the door. I opened it. He had described himself as attractive, and he was. Extremely attractive, actually. 5”10”, 155, blond, green-eyed, short haired, smooth shaven. He had said he was eighteen, which may have been stretching it a bit. Nicely built under his white tee and jeans. He entered, looked me over as I was doing with him, nodded, and let out a huge sigh.
“Nervous?”, I asked.
“Yes.”
“Do you want to relax? Have a beer? Or get right to it?”
“Let’s do it.”
“Follow me.”
I led him through the house and down into the basement. Lights were low but not too dim. And it was warm. The floor was covered with a large black latex dropcloth. He looked around, nodded, and immediately slipped his tee over his head. Beautiful. Smooth, tanned, no tats or piercings. As he stripped, I did the same. We stood, naked, facing each other.
“Nice. Very sexy.”
“You, too.”
“So. Eighteen. Really? I’m not going to get arrested for statutory ..., am I?”
“No worry. And you’re twenty-five?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve never been with anyone that old before’”
“Can you manage it?”
“I guess.”
“OK. First thing. Piss in this glass. I always start with a glass of warm piss. Get’s me in the mood.” He filled the glass. I sipped. Ah. Sweet. Not a bit bitter. He’s good. I finished drinking, then I filled the glass with my own piss. “Want mine?” He shook his head. I chugged this glass, too.
I stepped forward and stroked his chest. Then wrapped my arms around his body. So warm and solid. But he remained still, arms at his side, and I could feel him trembling a bit as I slid my hands down to his ass. Still rigid and motionless. I moved a finger between his cheeks and touched his hole. Again no reaction. I pressed lightly and felt the resistance of a full load. He let out a huge breath, followed by a deep sigh.
“I can stop if you want.”
“No.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. I need this. I mean, I want this.”
“Why don’t you lie down? Relax.”
He stepped back and lay down on the floor. On his back, knees raised, feet apart. I knelt between his legs and slid my finger between his soft smooth cheeks to his hole. I stopped and looked into his face. “Yes?” He nodded, and I pushed. It was warm and soft. Moved my finger back and forth, in and out. His head was back, eyes closed, a look of ecstasy, or fear? I couldn’t tell. Pulled my finger out, pushed his legs flat, and moved up to sit on his hips. I held my finger above his mouth. His eyes opened.
“Taste?”
No reaction.
“You’ve done this before, you told me. It’s yours. You’ve had it in your mouth. You’ve eaten your own shit.”
“Yeah, but this is different.”
“All that’s different is the finger it’s on. Tastes the same.”
I put my finger to my own mouth and licked.
“Nice. If you won’t take any, I’ll take it all.”
He smiled and took my finger, all of it, and sucked it clean.
I leaned back and reached in to get a larger sample.
This time, he took it with no hesitation. Closed his eyes and smiled. His body relaxed.
I reached back but this time the finger reached my hole and emerged with a large clump of my own shit. His eyes stayed closed but his mouth was open as I slipped it into his mouth. His lips closed on the finger.
He sucked it clean and swirled the shit in his mouth before swallowing.
A puzzled look on his face.
“Taste good?”
“Yes. But different. I wonder why.”
“Because that was mine. From my ass. We all taste different.”
“What?! Yours? I didn’t say OK to that. Oh, fuck!”
“So what? That’s what you’re here for. To take the next step with another guy. No more solo shit-slurping at home.”
“Yeah, but…. You didn’t warn me.”
“You don’t need to be warned. It’s so natural. It’s just two guys enjoying each other.”
“Mm.”
“Now we’re going to do what we talked about on the phone. You ready?’
“I don’t know. Not yet.”
“No. No putting it off. It’s time.”
I stood. Turned around. Squatted over his chest. Remained still. He reached up and touched my hole. Went in. Pulled out. And put his finger into his mouth, letting out a low groan as he closed his lips over my shit. Eyes closed. His mouth moved as he sucked, swirled, and swallowed. He remained motionless for a couple minutes, then opened his eyes and reached up for more. Second serving was more eagerly consumed, as was a third. By now he was moaning with delight as he pulled out a large helping and stuffed it into his mouth. “Oh, yeah. Yeah. Yeah.”
Without any warning, I emptied my ass onto his chest. He let out a squeal, but didn’t attempt to move. I got up, turned around, and laid on him, keeping my chest above the pile of shit on his chest and belly.
“Surprise.”
“My god! What do we do now?”
“What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know. Fuck. This is amazing!”
“What do you feel?”
“It’s so warm And it stinks.”
“How so? Good or bad”
He hesitated. “Good, actually.”
“Touch it.”
He stuck his finger into the pile.
“Taste it.”
More hesitation. His finger remained in the pile.
“This is why you’re here. Finally. You wanted to move up, to share shit with another guy. You wanted my shit. You have my shit. Now, do it.”
He slowly took his finger from the pile and slid it into his mouth. Eyes closed again. A pensive satisfied look. Then he jabbed his finger into the pile and tapped it onto the tip of my nose. And giggled. I smiled. The tension was broken. Grinning, he spread my shit onto my chest. I dropped down, my body onto his, squishing the pile between our bodies. He kept reaching in, scooping shit, and shoving it into his mouth.
“Now it’s your turn. Get up and turn around. Shit on my face.”
He stopped. Looked puzzled. Then shrugged his shoulders. “If you want.” A moment later, his butthole opened over my face, and he dropped a huge load of soft, runny shit. It squirted out, covering my eyes and nose, and filled my open mouth. So awesome to have a young guy’s shit in my face. Best ever. My dick sprang up the minute the muck plopped down. His was already hard but the sight of his shit on my face caused him to shoot his load. It landed on my face, too. Like a dollop of whipped cream on top of a gorgeous chocolate sundae.
He knelt over me. Grinned. Took up a large finger-full out of my mouth and shoved it into his. “God. You look great. I never thought………”
He lay over me, his shit-covered chest pressed against mine, his face close to mine, licking his own shit. “This is so fucking great. You didn’t tell me. I have this urge I didn’t expect. This urge to……….”
He kissed me. Shoved his face through the pile of shit on my face and kissed me. Deep. Devouring. Our hard dicks rubbing against each other. Our bellies sliding in muck. Our tongues and mouths slurping shit mutually.
And so it began. A night of passion. A night of shit. And piss. And he even puked once. Not from revulsion, but because he ... from stuffing too much shit in his mouth. (I gobbled that up.) We shit until there was no more to shit. He was ravenous and out-ate me by 2 to 1. When our holes came up empty, he licked the shit off the dropcloth.
So, it was a joyful night for both of us. Teacher and student. I taught a boy the ecstasy of eating another man’s shit. What greater gift can be given?
“Nervous?”, I asked.
“Yes.”
“Do you want to relax? Have a beer? Or get right to it?”
“Let’s do it.”
“Follow me.”
I led him through the house and down into the basement. Lights were low but not too dim. And it was warm. The floor was covered with a large black latex dropcloth. He looked around, nodded, and immediately slipped his tee over his head. Beautiful. Smooth, tanned, no tats or piercings. As he stripped, I did the same. We stood, naked, facing each other.
“Nice. Very sexy.”
“You, too.”
“So. Eighteen. Really? I’m not going to get arrested for statutory ..., am I?”
“No worry. And you’re twenty-five?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve never been with anyone that old before’”
“Can you manage it?”
“I guess.”
“OK. First thing. Piss in this glass. I always start with a glass of warm piss. Get’s me in the mood.” He filled the glass. I sipped. Ah. Sweet. Not a bit bitter. He’s good. I finished drinking, then I filled the glass with my own piss. “Want mine?” He shook his head. I chugged this glass, too.
I stepped forward and stroked his chest. Then wrapped my arms around his body. So warm and solid. But he remained still, arms at his side, and I could feel him trembling a bit as I slid my hands down to his ass. Still rigid and motionless. I moved a finger between his cheeks and touched his hole. Again no reaction. I pressed lightly and felt the resistance of a full load. He let out a huge breath, followed by a deep sigh.
“I can stop if you want.”
“No.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. I need this. I mean, I want this.”
“Why don’t you lie down? Relax.”
He stepped back and lay down on the floor. On his back, knees raised, feet apart. I knelt between his legs and slid my finger between his soft smooth cheeks to his hole. I stopped and looked into his face. “Yes?” He nodded, and I pushed. It was warm and soft. Moved my finger back and forth, in and out. His head was back, eyes closed, a look of ecstasy, or fear? I couldn’t tell. Pulled my finger out, pushed his legs flat, and moved up to sit on his hips. I held my finger above his mouth. His eyes opened.
“Taste?”
No reaction.
“You’ve done this before, you told me. It’s yours. You’ve had it in your mouth. You’ve eaten your own shit.”
“Yeah, but this is different.”
“All that’s different is the finger it’s on. Tastes the same.”
I put my finger to my own mouth and licked.
“Nice. If you won’t take any, I’ll take it all.”
He smiled and took my finger, all of it, and sucked it clean.
I leaned back and reached in to get a larger sample.
This time, he took it with no hesitation. Closed his eyes and smiled. His body relaxed.
I reached back but this time the finger reached my hole and emerged with a large clump of my own shit. His eyes stayed closed but his mouth was open as I slipped it into his mouth. His lips closed on the finger.
He sucked it clean and swirled the shit in his mouth before swallowing.
A puzzled look on his face.
“Taste good?”
“Yes. But different. I wonder why.”
“Because that was mine. From my ass. We all taste different.”
“What?! Yours? I didn’t say OK to that. Oh, fuck!”
“So what? That’s what you’re here for. To take the next step with another guy. No more solo shit-slurping at home.”
“Yeah, but…. You didn’t warn me.”
“You don’t need to be warned. It’s so natural. It’s just two guys enjoying each other.”
“Mm.”
“Now we’re going to do what we talked about on the phone. You ready?’
“I don’t know. Not yet.”
“No. No putting it off. It’s time.”
I stood. Turned around. Squatted over his chest. Remained still. He reached up and touched my hole. Went in. Pulled out. And put his finger into his mouth, letting out a low groan as he closed his lips over my shit. Eyes closed. His mouth moved as he sucked, swirled, and swallowed. He remained motionless for a couple minutes, then opened his eyes and reached up for more. Second serving was more eagerly consumed, as was a third. By now he was moaning with delight as he pulled out a large helping and stuffed it into his mouth. “Oh, yeah. Yeah. Yeah.”
Without any warning, I emptied my ass onto his chest. He let out a squeal, but didn’t attempt to move. I got up, turned around, and laid on him, keeping my chest above the pile of shit on his chest and belly.
“Surprise.”
“My god! What do we do now?”
“What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know. Fuck. This is amazing!”
“What do you feel?”
“It’s so warm And it stinks.”
“How so? Good or bad”
He hesitated. “Good, actually.”
“Touch it.”
He stuck his finger into the pile.
“Taste it.”
More hesitation. His finger remained in the pile.
“This is why you’re here. Finally. You wanted to move up, to share shit with another guy. You wanted my shit. You have my shit. Now, do it.”
He slowly took his finger from the pile and slid it into his mouth. Eyes closed again. A pensive satisfied look. Then he jabbed his finger into the pile and tapped it onto the tip of my nose. And giggled. I smiled. The tension was broken. Grinning, he spread my shit onto my chest. I dropped down, my body onto his, squishing the pile between our bodies. He kept reaching in, scooping shit, and shoving it into his mouth.
“Now it’s your turn. Get up and turn around. Shit on my face.”
He stopped. Looked puzzled. Then shrugged his shoulders. “If you want.” A moment later, his butthole opened over my face, and he dropped a huge load of soft, runny shit. It squirted out, covering my eyes and nose, and filled my open mouth. So awesome to have a young guy’s shit in my face. Best ever. My dick sprang up the minute the muck plopped down. His was already hard but the sight of his shit on my face caused him to shoot his load. It landed on my face, too. Like a dollop of whipped cream on top of a gorgeous chocolate sundae.
He knelt over me. Grinned. Took up a large finger-full out of my mouth and shoved it into his. “God. You look great. I never thought………”
He lay over me, his shit-covered chest pressed against mine, his face close to mine, licking his own shit. “This is so fucking great. You didn’t tell me. I have this urge I didn’t expect. This urge to……….”
He kissed me. Shoved his face through the pile of shit on my face and kissed me. Deep. Devouring. Our hard dicks rubbing against each other. Our bellies sliding in muck. Our tongues and mouths slurping shit mutually.
And so it began. A night of passion. A night of shit. And piss. And he even puked once. Not from revulsion, but because he ... from stuffing too much shit in his mouth. (I gobbled that up.) We shit until there was no more to shit. He was ravenous and out-ate me by 2 to 1. When our holes came up empty, he licked the shit off the dropcloth.
So, it was a joyful night for both of us. Teacher and student. I taught a boy the ecstasy of eating another man’s shit. What greater gift can be given?
