****** YMCA, Part 2 by Trainman ******
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YMCA, Part 2


So I'm at the downtown Milwaukee YMCA, one night in spring of 1953. I'm 16
years old and I've just finished participating in an orgy with five other guys
in the shower room and am now on my way back to my room. Actually, I'm looking
for a guy who was in the shower room but left before things got started, an
American Indian with long black hair and a big cock.

The only thing to do is to check out the rooms. On the way back to mine, only
two had open doors. One was wide open and as I walked by I saw an older guy
lying naked on the bed, jerking off. Not my type. The other was just slightly
ajar, but when you stood a certain way you could look in and see the bed in
there, too. This one had a younger fellow in it, and it looked like he was
asleep. He, too, was naked, and his dick curved across his leg in a
particularly sexy way. I thought about it, but decided to continue my search.

No luck down to the end of the hallway, even though I saw several more naked
dudes, some of who were interesting, and several of who wanted me to stop in. I
decided to check out the rooms on the other side of the shower.

Of course, this Indian could have come from another floor, too, so maybe I'll
have to search the whole goddamn Y to find him, but he was worth it. Two more
rooms, two more naked guys. And in the third room, door wide open, BINGO!

He was naked, too, propped up with his pillow behind his back and head, one
hand between his leg and a finger up his ass when I stopped and stared at him.
He returned my stare, smiling a little, and then pushed his finger hard into
his asshole. He pulled it out and brought it to his lips, where he nibbled at
it, then pushed it in his mouth. You could see he was licking off whatever
delicious substance was on it.

Then out came the finger (all the while continuing his stare at me as my cock
tented out the towel), and he stuck it to his nose, as if to sniff it. But he
had other ideas, because it went into his nose, and he rooted around for a
couple of seconds until he had pulled out a healthy chunk of snot. He held it
up so he (and I) could see what it was, then put it in his mouth and licked it
off, eyes still fastened on mine.

I can't begin to tell you what all this did to me. First of all, I was hard as
a rock, so I took off the towel and stepped into the room, closing the door
behind me. My heart was pounding and I was thinking thoughts that had never
before entered my mind.

The kid was about 18, dark black hair, as I said, only this time it wasn't
falling down over his shoulders as it had in the shower, but was neatly
braided. He was muscular, well defined, with a terrific "six-pack," nice long
legs and a lovely dark color. His cock was exactly like mine, a full eight
inches, but still semi-hard, not quite erect, and uncut. Maybe I had him by a
half-inch or so, but otherwise we could have been twins in the cock department.
Oh, and did I mention? He was gorgeous!

I covered the short distance between the door and the bed in two small steps,
looking down into his black eyes. He pulled his legs up and apart, showing me
the rosebud of his ass, and I wet my index finger and reached down to run it
over and around his beautiful pucker. He groaned and shifted again, allowing me
even more access. I slipped the finger in, slowly, then all the way.

I was kneeling by the bed, now, and just as my finger sank in as far as it
could go, I felt something stop its forward progress. I felt around a little;
it was obvious that it was a turd, just waiting to be set free. I didn't know
if I would have the guts to do what I wanted to do, but I dug around in there
and caught a little of it and pulled it out.

My finger came out coated with shit, and when he saw it his eyes glazed over
and he smiled. His cock was fully erect now. I brought my finger to my nose and
smelled the ripe, unmistakable odor, and it sent what I can only describe as an
electric shock to my body. It seemed to remove any further inhibition about
what to do next. I brought my finger to my lips and then put it in my mouth,
tonguing it, cleaning it off, tasting his shit, swallowing it, loving every
second of it.

He reached for me, pulled me to him and kissed me on the lips, opening my mouth
with his tongue, forcing it in and tasting what was left of his shit. We coiled
together, tongue-fucking for a long while, groaning and whimpering together,
his hands all over my hot body. He grabbed my ass cheeks, spreading them wide,
and somehow got one of his long fingers up my hole. I don't know if anything
was in there, but he pulled it out and tasted it, then kissed me again.

By this time I was leaking precum like it was going out of style. He flipped
over and dove for my asshole with his tongue, rimming, sucking, inhaling my ass
like he needed it to live. I squirmed, groaned and damn near came all over the
place as he replaced his tongue with his finger once again.

"It's in there, man. I want it. Sit on my face, man. Let it go!!" he begged.

I knew exactly what he was talking about and I knew at that minute exactly what
I would do. I also knew that my life had changed. On top of him now, I did what
he said: I sat on his face, burrowing my ass into his eager mouth. I relaxed my
sphincter muscle as much as I could until I felt it begin.

"It's coming, man," I shouted.

"Mmmm, lemme have it," came the muffled reply.

I pulled up a bit and felt a turd slipping out. I didn't have to push, now; it
was coming out on its own, a nice substantial log, and I felt it hit something,
turn and start to squish between us. Jesus! His mouth was there...he was eating
my turd! I pulled up a bit and squatted so I could see between my legs.

His face was covered with shit, and it was dripping off my ass, too. His tongue
was working, tasting, he was chewing and swallowing. Behind me I could see his
hard cock waving as he fucked it in the air. I let go of the log and felt it
clear my asshole and plop into his mouth. I turned sideways a bit and saw his
cock erupting in the air. He hadn't even touched himself and now was cumming
into the air, spraying all over, including my back, with what seemed like
quarts of cum.

I didn't think about what I was about to do. I just did it. I turned over,
looked at his shit-covered face and chest and just reached down and kissed him
on the mouth. Tasting my own shit for the first time. Covering my face with my
shit. The smell was incredibly strong, but I didn't gag or anything. I just
tasted it, licked all over his face and into his mouth, and we lay there
sucking each other's face.

This was too hot for my body to take. I was lying on top of him, cock to cock,
and I suddenly started a fuck motion against him. I maybe moved twice before I
exploded in orgasm. I've never cum so hard in my life. My heart was pounding so
hard and fast I though I was going to have a heart attack. Even after my orgasm
ended and my gasping slowed, I felt like I had just gone through a 9 on the
Richter scale.

By the time my heart had returned to normal, I had licked his face clean, and
he mine. I remembered the turd he had waiting for me, but this was too special
to rush. We lay in each other's arms, cuddling, kissing. I looked deeply into
his dark eyes and he into mine and we smiled.

"My name's Jim," I said, "and that was the best thing that ever happened to
me."

"Rodney. You never done that before?"

"No, man! That was the first time! It was incredible. I loved it and I want to
do it again."

"Man, you're a natural, dude. You do piss, too? I love to do piss. You know
what I really like?" He was becoming animated again. "I really like it when
like about a dozen dudes fuck another dude and then he sits on my face and
shits out all the cum and shit in there, you know?"

"Yum!" I agreed. "I'd like to try that, sometime. But you got a big turd
waiting to get out man. I want to eat your turd."

He looked at me. "You sure?"

"Yeah, man."

By the time we finished it was way past four in the morning. The room looked
like pictures I'd seen of the blitz in Poland from the war, and it took us an
hour to get it in presentable shape. There was shit on the rug and floor, the
rug was covered in piss, and the bed soaking wet. A long time in the shower
helped, too, although you could smell the shit on us if you got within two
feet. There were two other dudes in the shower with us, and they both seemed
interested, but neither Rodney nor I felt up to another session. I don't know
how long the shit smell lasted, but I felt like all the passengers on the North
Shore back to Chicago could tell I was coming from a mile away.

I didn't care, much. I'd just had an experience that changed my life. And it
turned out that I found more of that action at the Milwaukee Y in the years to
come, but those are stories for another time.

Rodney, it turned out, was a Chippewa, and he and I became close friends. We
ended up rooming together in Chicago for a couple of years when I was in my
early 20s. He was a good soul and a great friend and roommate, despite his
sexual practices, and I miss him badly. He died in a traffic accident in
Chicago at the age of 27.


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