****** Delivery for 1204 by bawdypen ******
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Delivery for 1204


1204. I knocked, still wondering about that strange odor.

"Yes? What is it dear boy?" the nelly fellow answered, his hands full of
doodads.

"Uh, package for you, sir." I held it out.

"Oh, splendid! Please, put it on the table over there." "C-certainly, sir." I
took a few steps toward the foyer table, but stumbled on the way, dropping the
box on the floor, causing it to fall open. I stared--totally stunned at the
contents! "Oh! Isn't that wonderful!" he exclaimed. "From the fraternity boys,
no doubt, and absolutely fresh!" I looked down...looked up at him...and beat a
hasty retreat. The box had been full of at least a dozen hot steaming turds! I
closed the door just as the man held the box to his nose and went up and down
sniffing!

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1204. I knocked, staring curiously at the long package.

"Yes? What is it dear boy?" the nelly fellow answered-- dressed only in a robe.

"Uh, package for you, sir." I held it out. "From the college."

"Oh, those darling fraternity boys! They're so generous!" He took the box and
weighed it gingerly in his hands. He gave me a tip, but I just stood there,
shifting from foot to foot.

"Was there something else, young man?"

"Well, uh, aren't you gonna open it? M-maybe there's a message you'd like to
reply to."

"No message, son. And I'm sure you don't care to see the contents!"

I gulped. "Is...is it really..."

"Really what, my boy?"

"Well...the other delivery guy said...he said...oh, forget it. I'm sure he was
just shittin' me!" I blushed when I said the word shit.

"Oh, that poor boy that stumbled?" he giggled. "He certainly was surprised.
Beat a quick retreat, he did! But...if you suspect what's in this box, why are
you curious to have me open it?"

"I...I didn't believe him. It was too outrageous!" I tried a little chuckle,
but it was half-hearted from my nervousness. "I just wanted to be sure he was
wrong. He was, wasn't he?"

"I don't know. You haven't told me what he said, have you?"

"I...I can't say it. If you'd just let me have a peek, I'll leave."

With a devilish smile, he came forward and lifted the top off. I gasped, open-
mouthed, the horrible smell being released as I stared at a neatly arranged
lineup of fat turds! They were still hot--I could actually see the steam
rising!

"GAWD, IT'S TRUE! HE WASN'T LYING!" I cried, looking up at him.

"Yes, the boys are always agreeable to parting with them!" He smiled, raising
his eyebrows. "Does it disgust you, young man?"

"YES! W-what do you do with them?"

"What do you think?" he asked, with a little smirk.

"Uh, use them for fertilizer? Maybe you have some window plants?"

"Oh, my goodness, no! You think I'd waste these precious boy-turds on a
worthless plant?!"

"B-but...what else..."

"I eat them, child...what else?" He wasn't embarrassed in the least!

"That's filthy, mister! That's...just filthy, that's all! That's what Fred
thought you wanted them for, but I didn't believe a word!"

"It's quite true. And I notice you're not running for the door."

"Hunh?" I asked absentmindedly, staring at the box of shit. "W-why would I run
for the door?"

"Fear, of course. Doesn't everyone have a fear of shit?"

"Hey," I looked up, shrugging, "it's just a bunch of turds. It's not like they
bite or anything."

"Oh, my boy! They're not 'just a bunch of turds'! Look here; see how different
they all are? Different sizes and thicknesses and colors. And..." he leaned
over and took several deep whiffs, "each has its own separate aroma. Here,
smell!" He held the box toward me!

"N-no thanks!" I backed away. "I'll take your word for it."

"You're fascinated, aren't you?"

"K-kinda," I gulped. "I'm a psychology major. In all I've learned, I've never
heard of a guy that...liked to eat other guys'...you know."

"SHIT. The word's shit, young man. Hot smelly shit! There are shit-eaters in
the world, but nobody ever talks about it. Too disgusting and unimaginable, I
suppose. Well, if you'll leave me to it, then..."

"Y-you're gonna eat 'em now?"

"Certainly! They're fresh and warm. Now if you'll excuse me. I hate to push you
out, but..."

"I understand," I said, turning toward the door. But I couldn't go. "C-could I,
uh..."

"Watch me? You want to watch me?"

"I-I'd like to understand this," I said, turning back to him. "I'd even like to
do a term paper on you for Psychology, if you'd let me. I wouldn't use your
name, of course!"

"My, you are a curious one! You'd actually witness my debauched perversity with
detachment? The idea does intrigue me, but..."

"I'd like to ask you a lot of questions," I gushed, knowing I could get a sure
'A' for my paper if I could get him to discuss it. "Like, why do the fraternity
boys send them to you?"

"Oh, that's simple. I fund the fraternity! I have no direct contact with the
fellows. Plus, sending me a turd is part of any new guy's initiation. He has to
shit in front of the whole group. It's only a lark to them, but I decide
whether the initiate passes. But, can't we discuss this some other time?
They're getting cold!" He'd put the lid back on, obviously to keep the heat and
smell in.

"Oh, okay. But, how often do they send 'em?"

"Couple times a week. Actually, one of you boys from the student delivery
service usually handles it. One of the brothers. It's only when he's off that
you or your friend gets the opportunity."

"I-I'd really like to do this paper, but I'm afraid if I leave now, I won't
have the nerve to come back. Can't we talk about it now?" I was almost
pleading. "I really need a good grade in this class."

"I see. Well, perhaps we can come to terms." He took a finger and lightly
touched me on the belt, slightly turning me and looking at my ass! "Yes, you
could make my wait worthwhile. You have an absolutely splendid bottom!"

"Wha...whatda you mean?" I asked, nervously, pretty sure of just what he had in
mind! "Well, you're keeping me from my tasty meal. However, I'd be willing to
forego these treats for once, provided you'd be willing to add a spicy offering
of your own when we're finished." "OH, LORD!" I gasped.

"I never get the chance to receive one directly...to see it come from a boy's
wonderful hole."

"You...you want ME to shit for you?! Shit in the box?"

"Oh, certainly not. Not in the box...in my mouth!"

"I...I couldn't do that!" I wildly shook my head from side to side.

"Don't be silly. Of course you could. You do it all the time. You'll simply
have someone behind you this time, watching and smelling and...well, you get
the idea. That way we could talk all you want."

"Y-you wouldn't touch me, or anything?" I asked.

"You mean like grabbing your pecker and stuffing it in my mouth?"

"Yeah, queer things."

"Honeyboy, I'm not queer. I'm a shiteater, all right, but I'm not queer. The
only way I'll touch you is with my tongue. I'll lick your ass out after you
shit, of course...just to make sure I get it all... but I'm not interested in
anything else. Of course, since I do eat shit from boys' assholes, I'm
certainly not adverse to lesser endeavors. I'll certainly give you a blowjob,
if that's what you'd like."

I was getting an erection just hearing him talk about blowjobs. I decided right
then and there, that if he wanted to...I'd let him. I didn't exactly know what
the hell I was doing. Or why. Oh, yeah, the paper I was going to write! My head
was getting fuzzy.

"Are we in agreement, then?" he asked, leading me to the couch.

"Uh, I...I guess I could do that," I said, shaking at what that meant. He sat
at the other end of the couch, holding the box, and bending one leg up onto the
cushion.

"Fine. Where would you like to start? Oh, you don't mind if I just take a few
licks on these while we talk, do you?"

"Uh, I g-guess n-not!" I said, watching him lift the box to his face and breath
in deeply as he flipped up the lid!

"Mmmm. I do so love the fragrance of a fresh turd! Ask away, love. I simply
must try this one, though. It's so wet and glistening!" He lifted one of the
clumps of shit from the box and ran his tongue over it, licking it off. I tried
to look away when I saw his rampant prick spring from the folds in his robe! It
was huge, and the tip was wet.

"W-when did you start this...uh, stuff?" I asked, looking downward.

"Oh, sorry about that," he said, trying to shift the material. "But, listen,
there's no way I'm going to keep my cock put away while I'm doing this. You
don't mind, do you? I'm sure you've seen erections."

"No, I...I guess witnessing your, uh, excitement is part of the story. If you
don't mind my seeing it, that is."

"OH, HELL NO!" he laughed, spreading the robe and baring his middle totally
nude to me. He had fat, hairy balls, I also noticed.

I couldn't understand why my own pecker was rigid in my pants. Just the sight
of a hard-on, I guess. It certainly wasn't because I was interested in another
guy's prick. Certainly not this older man's. Boy, it sure was a big one,
though! He caught me staring and snapped his finger to catch my attention,
making me blush furiously.

"Quite alright, my boy. It's perfectly natural. I do have a rather nice one,
don't I?" he chuckled, brazenly stroking it. "Quite natural, too, for your own
to rise like that in the presence of a hard-on." He pointed at the bulge in my
pants. I quickly tried to shift it.

"No need, lad. Hell. Whip it out and give it some air if you'd like."

"Uh, no, that's alright," I gulped, trying to get back on track.

"Aren't you going to take notes?" he asked, his eyes gleaming.

"Oh, I don't need to. I won't forget a thing!" I exclaimed.

"Tell me about the first time, okay?" He settled back, casually sniffing the
box of turds, his huge cock sticking up, and began his fascinating story:
"First time I ever saw a guy take a shit was in the Boy Scouts. My friend
Johnny was out in the woods taking a dump. I knew he was going there, and for
some reason I decided to sneak up on him and watch. I got behind a big rock and
saw him taking down his pants in some bushes. It was really exciting seeing his
turd coming out. He wiped himself and left the toilet paper right there. He was
supposed to use his shovel to bury it, but he just left it there. After he was
gone, I snuck over to it and got down on my knees. I bent over and smelled it!
I knew what it would smell like even before I did it, but I was strangely
excited when I did...probably because it was somebody else's. Afraid someone
might see me, I quickly got up and walked away, looking from side to side. Then
I realized there wasn't anyone around, and I suddenly rushed back to it. My
whole body was tingling, and I had a boner in my pants. I looked around one
more time, then quickly went down and licked it! Then I ran back to the camp,
licking my lips. I jacked off for a week straight thinking about how I'd licked
Johnny's dirty turd!" He laughed uproariously.

"D-did you like the taste?" I asked, intrigued.

"NO! It was awful!" he chuckled. "But I've since learned to savor the
wonderful, bitter taste. See, I had such fantastic orgasms after that, just
thinking about what I'd done, that by the next time I was more than ready to
endure it."

"The next time? You mean you licked his turd again?"

"Yeah. He was over at my house and said he needed to take a dump before he
left. I got a quick idea, and told him okay, but the plumbing was screwed
up...so not to flush. He was so dumb he didn't even question it, and he didn't
think a thing about leaving his turd in the pot. After he left, I went in and
knelt down in front of the toilet...looking at it. I got a big boner again, and
reached down and picked it out of the water. With my other hand I pulled my
prick out and started to jack off. I got so hard...and so excited...that I
started to lick his turd all over! I felt so dirty and nasty, and that only
made me hotter! Just when I came, I quickly bit off a piece and chewed it!"

"UUGH! I'll bet that was..."

"Not bad at all, actually. The worst part was looking at myself in the mirror.
I had to brush for a long time to get the shit out of my teeth. Of course now I
just suck it out."

"Did that make you disgusted with yourself?" I asked, nodding.

"Naw, it made me laugh! Right away, I knew I wanted to do it again. My come had
been tremendous! But I knew that it was something I never wanted anybody else
to see me do. Or else I'd hafta swallow it without chewing."

"Are you going to chew all of them?" I pointed at the box.

"Oh, yes. I'll take a long time with these, chewing every hot, sweet morsel!"
He looked down, forlorn. "Well, I guess they won't be hot any more."

"Sweet?" I squinched up my nose in bewilderment.

"Things change. What you might imagine a turd would taste like, is probably
true. When you get older, the pure excitement of handling and smelling a warm
turd fresh from a young guy's rectum is so incomparable that your brain tells
you the taste is incredibly delicious. And as long as your brain tells you
that...it is delicious!"

"I can't see how you can do it--so anonymously. I mean, maybe it was one thing
with Johnny. You liked him, and you knew it was his. But..."

"AH! But it's not so anonymous," He reached into a drawer and pulled out a
board with pasted-on pictures. "These are shots of the guys in the fraternity.
They're all lying back, naked, with their assholes showing. The turds in the
box are all numbered. I know which shithole every turd came from, and I look at
each butt as I eat the guy's turd."

"But how do you know where they come from? Maybe those guys pay some bums and
derelicts to shit in the box, then laugh, knowing you're back here gobbling 'em
all down!"

"You've got a sick mind, kid. I like that!" he laughed. "But I don't have any
doubts. See, over time I've gotten to where I could pull a turd out of this box
and tell you which guy's ass it came from. And if the smell doesn't tell me,
the taste will. This guy, for instance." He held out a picture showing a
smiling, chunky blond showing off his big, poochy anus. "He eats so much
sausage pizza I'm able to pick out the fennel seeds from his turd. They're
still crunchy!"

"Oh! That's disgusting!" I giggled.

"What did you have for lunch today?"

"Uh, fried chicken," I answered.

"Oooh, that'll make it mild but spicy. One of my favorites!"

"What's the worst?" I couldn't help asking.

"Lots of green vegetables. Especially string beans. Not much fear of that with
college boys, though. As you can see, they come up with some big, meaty turds.
Mmmm!" He sniffed the contents, picking one up for a closer inspection and ran
his tongue over it, urging me to continue.

I stared aghast, then looked down and saw that creamy fluid was pouring out of
his upright cockhead and down his shaft.

"Uh, maybe you oughta quit that for a while," I warned. "I think you're gonna
pop a cork soon!"

"That? Naw. I got a real leaker. I'll have a big puddle down there before I'm
through!" I shook my head, disturbed at how I was finding his juicy hard-on
looking too sexy to think about. Maybe it was just because I usually couldn't
leave my own prick alone in that condition that I suddenly wanted to reach over
and jack it for him! Instead, I swallowed and returned to my questions.

"So, did you keep eating Johnny's shit?"

"No. I never got another chance. I took a big shit on the floor once but I
didn't really get off on it. Oh, sometimes I'll still do that...just to have
some shit to smell while I jack off...but I only licked it that one time. It
just wasn't the same, you know. It has to come from another guy's ass. I wasn't
able to do it again until the Army."

"Y-you licked other soldiers' turds?!!" I gasped.

"Dozens of 'em! I always managed to fuck up so I'd get put on latrine detail.
Man, that's a shit-lover's dream duty! All those young guys coming in all day
to take a crap. And you know how soldiers are. They think nothing of it. After
a while they could take a dump in front of their mothers! It was nothing for me
to stroll around while they're sitting there taking a crap ....smelling up
their hot aroma!"

"But surely you didn't..."

"Here's what I did," he leaned toward me a bit, all excited at telling his
tale. "I was only able to get my hands on 'em when we were out in the field.
You know, there'd be buckets under the toilets that had to be emptied into the
trenches. Well, I kept those fuckers spic 'n span so that when a hot guy came
in, his bucket would be empty. After he left, I'd take his bucket to the back
and snatch that warm turd up and give it few licks before taking it out."

"Just lick it?"

"Until this young, blonde recruit showed up. He was about 18 and absolutely
stunning...even with his burr haircut. This kid had a little bubble ass on him
you wouldn't believe. First time I saw him drop his pants, I wanted to go right
over and suck it out of his hole! He was nervous, obviously not used to
shitting in public, but he knew he had to do it. I grabbed a mop and started to
do the floor so I could get closer to him. I wanted to smell him. I casually
worked up a conversation. He was very pleasant, and soon forgot his discomfort,
until his turd banged into the metal pot. That made him blush preciously! As
soon as he wiped and took off, I yanked that can out and took it to the back. I
was so tremendously turned on by the kid, for the first time I gobbled up a
boy's turd until I was licking my fingers!"

"Wow! You ate his whole turd?!"

"Mmmm. I shot such a big load in my pants, I had to go splash water on myself
to hide it and go back to mopping till they dried! Anyway, his hot dump was so
good, I tried a few of the other fellows' and found that the taste varied as
much as the smell. But while they all had their own individual tang and odor,
they were all quite tasty!"

"You mean you never ate a turd you didn't like?" I giggled.

"Kid, I've probably bitten into several hundred turds in my lifetime, and only
once did I ever spit one out without even swallowing a little. Shame, really.
It was this big, powerful guy with a cute, baby face. He was a 19-year-old
Private with a big, pretty ass. This guy shit the biggest turds you could
imagine..big beefy ones. They were absolutely beautiful! But that's it. Great
to look at, but they reeked and tasted horrible! I probably wouldn't mind it
now, but back then it was just more than I could handle. I used to hold my nose
and jack off feeling and looking at it. But I never tasted it again."

"But you might now, hunh?"

"Here," he handed me another picture, "this guy's got really smelly ones--
almost too smelly cause it overshadows the others. But as you can see, he's got
a fat, purple asshole with big lips he can push out. Seeing that photo always
gets me off. I munch down his shit, wishing I could eat it right from that
obscene-looking anus of his!"

"Won't the guys let you?"

"There's a standing request the brothers are all aware of, but so far no one's
ever agreed. See, unfortunately this is a rather expensive college, so most of
these guys have rich families. They're not hurting for money, so the extra
dough isn't much of an incentive. But, oh, I'm gonna get me a nice one tonight,
aren't I, you sweet thing?"

I blushed. "M-maybe mine'll be a real stinker. You probably won't want it...I
have some pretty nasty ones."

I was hoping he'd change his mind. The idea of squatting down and taking a shit
for a guy was still a preposterous idea!

"Do me a favor, will you? Take your pants off and let me see your naked ass.
You can just leave 'em off and sit back down while we talk. I'd just like to
get a little preview, OK?"

"I...I think I'd rather wait..." I said.

"Listen, if it's that boner you're worried about, don't sweat it. Hell, I'm
sittin' here with a roaring hard-on. And I can tell by that bulge that you've
certainly got nothing to feel inferior about! Looks pretty big. It's big, isn't
it?"

"Y-yeah, it's kinda big," I answered, wishing it wasn't. For the first time in
my life, I wished I had a little pecker that could go unnoticed.

"Aw, come on. You're gonna shit for me...what's a boner? Come on, let's see
that pretty ass I'm gonna eat out!"

"E-eat o-out?!"

"Sure! I'm not lettin' this chance slip. Gonna suck your hole like nobody's
ever done!"

"N-nobody's ever done it...not even licked it!" I cried.

"Well, baby, you're in for a treat. I haven't either, but you know how I feel,
and you can be sure I'm gonna go crazy over it!" His words were tightening up
my crotch something fierce. I knew I had to pull it out before I came in my
pants. I suddenly felt proud of what I had, and did it quickly...letting my
stiff 10" spring out! "HOLY SHIT, KID! WHAT A PRICK! Bigger than mine. Hell,
I'll suck that thing off for you if you want! No problem! Shit, you could
probably do it yourself! Can you? Can you suck yourself off?"

"I don't know," I chuckled, flushing from his admiration.

"Tell me you never tried."

"Uh, well...I-I did lick the head a couple of times."

"Lucky bastard! Wish to hell I could. Let's see that pretty bottom now."

I stood and undid my belt, then took them completely off and let him ogle me.

"Oh, gorgeous! So smooth and creamy. Bend over and give me a tiny peek,
alright?"

Feeling sexy and nasty, I did more than that. I pulled my cheeks apart and gave
him a good look at my hole. I even let out a quiet little moan, actually
enjoying putting on my lewd display. Nobody'd ever asked to see my asshole
before, and certainly nobody'd ever made sexy compliments about it like he was
doing!

"Oh, kid...put it away before I go to my knees! I'm already imagining the tasty
morsel that's gonna come out of there."

"Y-you want me to shit right now?" I asked, after sitting down.

"Getting anxious? No, I'll keep to my bargain. Besides, I like the way this is
all teasing the hell out of me. Just do one more thing. Stick your finger under
there and rub it. Let me smell your finger!" Almost enthusiastically, I reached
under and wiped across my anus a few times, then thrust my finger out to him as
he approached. I watched him sniff it, hoping he found it desirable. What the
fuck was happening to me? "Oh, that's positively marvelous! That's even better
than shit because it's such a tease!" He stroked his cock, sluicing his hand up
and down his wet shaft a few times, then stopped and licked his hand. "Gotta
stop that," he gasped. "You got my cock throbbing so bad, I'm liable to just
splatter the ceiling without touching it!"

"DON'T!" I cried. "I mean..."

"Hmmm. You really wanna poop in my face, don't you?" he smiled. "You're afraid
if I come, I won't want you to, hunh?"

"Y-yeah, I guess so," I quietly admitted.

"Baby, I could come three or four times and I'd still suck the shit from your
hole! But you don't wanna see me jack off, and I don't want to take the chance
that it'll get you off. I want you to be horny as hell when you take that dump.
I want you to be so hot that the only thing in the world you crave is taking a
big, huge shit right in my mouth!"

My cock was standing straight up, and beginning to leak like his. I was ready
to crap in his face right then! It was such a foul, filthy act, and I knew I
was going to love doing it...because he would. I tried to catch my emotions and
get back to business.

"A-after the Army?"

He smiled at my discomfort--and my boner.

"Well, things were really rough after that. Here I'd acquired this insatiable
hunger for young boy-turds, and I had no outlet. It...it was pretty
disgusting...some of the things I did. Hanging around men's rooms and porno
theaters, whispering to guys about taking a shit for me. Sometimes I got a
little roughed up, mostly because they were angry that I didn't want to blow
them. I just wanted their turd. So I started to agree to give 'em a blowjob if
they'd take a shit for me. I sucked a few pricks that way, but the best they'd
do is crap in the toilet and leave it for me. I couldn't understand it. They
acted like I was the filth of the earth, but they still couldn't bring
themselves to act on those feelings and shit in my face! I guess it's some
ingrown embarrassment about having somebody watch you shit. They'd come out of
the stall, see me waiting, and turn their eyes and rush out...knowing they'd
left a big, stinky turd in there and not even being curious about what I was
going to do with it."

"You mean they'd never let you watch?" I asked, surprised.

He shook his head. "Only once did I ever get a glimpse of a turd being shitted.
And that was from a 10-year-old kid! It was at a highway rest stop, and I
didn't know it was just a boy in there. I was down on my knees in the next
stall when I heard the sounds of shitting. I quickly stuck my head under and
gasped when I saw it was a boy. I didn't know what to say, because he was
staring right at me. I stammered something like, 'Hi, taking a crap?' He said
'Yeah, mister, you wanna watch?'

"He was a real snotty kid. Before I could even answer, he turned to the side
and lifted his little bottom up a ways and shot out the sweetest little turd.
It was fast and exciting, and I bumped my head getting back into my own stall
so I could beat off picturing it. I listened to him finishing up, and was
sitting there pounding my prick when he knocked on the door.

"'Hey you old pervert! I left it for ya! Suck my shit!' Then I heard him run
out the door laughing. Quickly hiking up my pants, I shuffled around and went
into his stall. Sure enough, a fat little turd was sitting in the water, and
he'd left his stained toilet paper sitting on top of the seat! I'm sure the
little bastard didn't really think I'd go for it, but he had enough sense to
realize that I'd probably look in. He was just being a smart-ass, like most
kids. I picked up his toilet paper and smelled them, even licking his shit
stains from the paper! Twice I tried to drop the paper into the water, but I
kept putting it back to my nose. Then I gobbled the papers down and swallowed
them! Grabbing long streams from the roll, I lifted the turd from the water and
used the paper to dry my hands after putting the turd in my mouth and looking
up at the ceiling. Then I let my pants drop and sat down on the seat. I started
to yank my prick fiercely while I sucked on his cute little turd. Sweetest
thing I ever ate! I had the thing stuffed in my mouth just as this little head
peeked under the partition. He looked up and his mouth fell open in
astonishment! 'GOSH, MISTER!' was all he said.

"I no sooner saw him laying there--frozen on the spot--then my cock started to
shoot huge streams of jizz all over! That made him stare all the more. He
didn't know what the fuck was happening! I didn't care by then, and I started
to make loud, delicious mmmm mmm noises, showing him how much I loved the taste
of his turd. The little scamp got the hell out of there fast! I've always
wondered what effect it ever had on him. Probably still can't take a shit in a
public rest room...at least not without one eye on the floor!" He laughed
loudly, obviously getting quite a kick out of the memory. I had to laugh with
him, as sick and absurd as it all was. "Yeah, poor little fella sure got an
eyeful that day!"

"What'd you do then?"

"I got the fuck out of there before he came back with his father! I was
picturing him coming back in with a big bruiser saying, 'That's him, Dad!
That's the man that ate my poop!' If I hadn't felt so guilty about it, I would
have realized that he hardly would've been believed."

"So, if it was the sweetest you ever had, how come you don't go after young
boys?" I asked, naively.

"Well, besides being illegal and extremely dangerous, I'd already acquired a
taste for a more mature turd. Something a bit more spicy, but still coming from
lovely buns. Not that I'd mind in the least having a youngster sit on my face.
That'd be quite pleasant. If you ever find a willing one, send him on up!"

"My little bro...what the hell am I saying!" I gasped.

"I'd pay him well!" he looked over, eagerness in his eyes.

"Forget it! I'm just getting a little crazy over this, that's all. Keep on with
the story."

"In my lowest period--even after I'd made most of my money--I was extremely
frustrated and was getting drunk too often. One night I was staggering out of a
bar and took a shortcut through the alley. I must have been rather quiet,
because all of a sudden I came upon this young punk in a leather jacket. He was
squatting behind the dumpster with his pants down. I stood there staring at
him. 'Whatza matter, man, you never seen anybody take a SHIT before? Keep
moving!' Instead, I got down on the ground and tried to see between his legs. I
wanted to see his turd plop out. 'What the fuck you lookin' at?' he cried. I
asked him to open his legs apart so I could see. 'Oh, I get it. A turd queen,
hunh? Well, you just keep your shit-lickin' mouth away from me, fella!'

"Then he grunted and squeezed out a massive turd that I wouldn't see until he'd
left. All laid out, it must have been a good 14" of fat, sassy shit. He kept
calling me dirty names and pumping that thing out in three big sections. Then
he stuck a finger back there and looked at it. Deciding it was a clean shit, he
hiked up his pants without wiping. 'There you go, poop-lips! Stick your face in
that smelly mess if you want, you freak!' He started to leave.

"'I'll lick your hole clean for you, if you want!' I blurted out. 'Fuck you,'
he says, 'I got a date with a dude that likes my hole stinking...he pays too
much for me to fuck up a good deal. You want my shit...there's a whole pile of
it right there. Have a feast, man!'"

"W-what'd you do?" I asked, anxious to hear the details.

"Whadda you think? I crawled right over to it before the flies could get it!"
he laughed. "Man, he'd left a huge pile. It stunk so much it stung my nostrils.
But I was so drunk, and it'd been so hot seeing him squatting there making it,
I just got down next to it and smelled it up! It looked glorious in the
moonlight. Three huge, curved dark pieces of turd with frazzled ends. The whole
area was very quiet and I just settled down and leisurely smelled and licked
all over them. I'd never felt so filthy in all my life! I pulled out my cock
and jacked off while I carefully scooped mouthful after mouthful of his hot
shit between my lips, savoring every bit of it. I just laid down in that dirty
alley and ate ALL of the guy's delicious, warm shit!"

"God, you make it sound so...I don't know...so..."

"You ever tasted shit, kid? Seriously, you ever tasted it?"

"I-I don't think so," I answered, actually trying to remember.

"Ever licked anybody's asshole?"

"N-no."

"Ever thought about it?"

"J-just when I heard or read about that kinda thing happening, I guess. I
suppose I tried to imagine it. But I'm sure it turned me off."

"Too bad. It's the most exciting thing in the world-- believe me!"

"I-I'll take your word for it," I assured him.

"Put your feet up on the cushions so I can look at your asshole while we talk."
Without hesitation, I did so...even scooching my ass forward a bit so he could
get a good look. It was exciting me, the way he licked his lips and stared
lustily at my old asshole.

Acting innocent, I even flinched my muscles a couple of times, making my anus
pooch out. He got a big smile on his lips, and looked at me accusingly. I tried
to act nonchalant, but ended up giggling.

"Oh, baby, I'm gonna suckle that hot little mound of flesh for you!"

"Don't you think suckin' a guy's asshole is queer?"

"Sure it's queer. I'm gonna blow that huge prick of yours, too, and that's
definitely queer. But just doing something queer doesn't make you queer. I'm
doing it for your turd."

"You can get my turd without doing all that."

"Yeah. But will you ever come back again? I want to make you feel good so you
get something out of it and want to do it again."

"Do you ever think about women?"

"Never. Never have."

"Don't the guys in the fraternity think you're a faggot?"

"Probably. That doesn't bother me. Hell, it wouldn't bother me if I was a
faggot. It's just that all I think about is guys' turds."

"So, you'd go around giving guys blowjobs if they had shit on their dicks,
right?"

"Oooh, I could learn to love cocks in that case!"

"You're weird, mister!"

"Yes. Isn't it wonderful?!" he laughed, opening the box for a sniff.

"Yikes! Can't you leave those smelly things alone?!"

"Sure you don't want a couple whiffs?"

"Gimme those things!" I grabbed the box from his hand and stared into it. I
ignored the smell for the moment and just looked at them, trying to imagine
those fraternity boys. Did they do it in front of each other? Did one guy hold
the box while another took a shit in it? Did the guy shit in the bathroom, then
bring it out and carefully place it in line with the others? Maybe one guy was
responsible for rounding them up and lining them in a row. I'd never seen such
a thing. Turds out of college boy's assholes, made especially for their
benefactor to scarf on! They didn't seem quite so frightening now. After all,
they were only turds. Any one of them could have been mine.

"Nice collection, hunh?"

"HAH! Yeah, if you like that sort of thing. How'd you ever get the frat guys to
start doing this?" I handed the box back.

He took it, and holding it to the side he reached between my legs and quickly
swiped his finger up my crack! I flinched. He put the finger to his nose and
closed his eyes, smelling it dreamily. Then he licked it!

"Mmmm. It was a little dirty that time. Luscious!"

"Dirty?" I was so embarrassed!

"Just a little. Thinking about it's probably made your turd get a little
closer. Relax. I'm gonna lick it all later anyway. Damn, you look so sexy in
that position. It'd be nice to see you like that with the end of your turd
peeking out! Oooh, I'd go crazy!"

"I'm sure you'd like me to shit on your couch!"

"Wouldn't bother me. I'd just suck it out of the material!"

"The frat boys..."

"Oh, yeah. Well, the guy in the alley was the last before I got settled here
and cleaned up my act. I met this young guy in the park and we started talking.
You know, just shooting the breeze. He was the leader of this off-campus
fraternity and he was telling about the dire straits they were in. An old
alumnus had been financing their rent and such, but he'd died and they didn't
know what they were going to do. They didn't want to break it up. I told him
about this guy with a little dough I knew that had rather strange tastes, and
that he'd probably be more than willing to finance them in return for some
extremely special favors!

"'What? In return for giving us head or something?' he asked. I said no, he was
weirder than that. 'He'll probably want you to shit in his mouth!' I said,
gauging his reaction. 'HOLY FUCK! He is weird!' he laughed. 'Guess it takes all
kinds!' 'Then you'll do it?' I asked. 'Fuck no!' he cried, 'but I might shit in
a box and send it to him!' he let out a big laugh.

"'That'd be alright,' I said much too quickly. 'I mean, he might go for that.'
'Would he?' he asked, beaming. 'Hell, I could get all the guys to do it! We
could send a big box full of 'em, each with a pink ribbon wrapped around it!
Anything to keep the house going. We certainly won't have to worry about
running out of the payback stuff!' 'It sounds quite agreeable, I'm, uh, sure
he'll be delighted. Here's my number, call me this evening after you all talk
it over.' 'I'm sure you won't be disappointed!' he smirked. 'M-me?' I
stammered. 'Aw, come on, don't bullshit me. It's you, isn't it? YOU want our
turds, don't you, fella?' 'Yes, yes I do. I want them desperately, I...' 'No.
Don't tell me what you do with them. I don't think I want to know...and it'll
make it all the more intriguing if we just use our imaginations!' 'Uh, one more
thing...pictures!' 'Oh, sure. Wanna know where they're from, hunh? We can work
that out.'

"I have a picture of each of them shitting. It was later when they started the
initiations and got a kick out of having the guy shit in their presence while
they photograph it. I'm thinking of buying them a video camera, but they might
not go for that."

"Don't be so sure," I said. "The expressions on their faces as they show off
their ass-holes looks like they get a bang out of it!"

"Story's over, sweet cheeks! How 'bout lettin' me nibble on that puffy hole
now?"

I gulped as he went to his knees on the floor and shuffled over to me. I let
him grab my ankles and spread my legs apart.

"Now bring your pretty bottom right to the edge of the cushion."

I scooched down a bit and rested back. My prick had gone down some, but now it
was back...stiff and eager. I was ready for whatever the man wanted to do.
First thing he did was push my knees back to my chest and put his nose on my
crack, lightly, just sniffing away at my smell. I looked at his expression. He
was reveling in it, luxuriating in the aroma coming from my asshole. It was
very strange seeing someone in the throes of pleasure just by sniffing my
smelly butt hole!

"Oh, kid...that's so fuckin' good! Almost a shame to lick it off."

But that's what he did. It tickled at first, then began to feel absolutely
fantastic! I flinched the moment his wet tongue swiped over my anus, but seeing
him down there teasingly licking up and down my whole crack--taking his time to
carefully wash me off--made me do a little teasing of my own. I pushed down,
trying to make my hole open, to see if he'd lick that. If it was dirty like he
said, then there might be some moist poop just inside. I think there might have
been, because he groaned contentedly and began to use his tongue to scoop
around inside my lips, fluttering them from side to side.

"Oooh," I moaned. "Want me to do it now?" I asked.

"Mmmm, baby, remember this is my first time. Let's make it last. I'm hungry for
your poop, but just relax and let it squeeze out a little. Don't push! I want
you to take a nice, leisurely shit so I can eat it right from your hole."

"Oh, gosh!" I gasped. "You're really gonna do it. Oh, jeez. Lick slower, man,
you're making me want to just do it!"

"NO! NO! Let me savor it, please. This is wonderful. Fuck those things in the
box...this is the only way to go...right out of a hot, luscious asshole!"

He didn't say much after that except a lot of moaning, slurping noises, and the
sounds he made as he devoured my shit. Hungry, animal sounds...like nothing I'd
ever heard before. And the sight! OH, I can't tell you how sickening it
was...and yet how incredibly exciting seeing a man down between my legs eating
every smelly thing that came out of my ass! He had me pushed back with my ass
up just so I could watch him. He not only wanted to do it...he wanted me to see
him do it! It took me a while to get it started, but once I knew the head of my
turd was sticking out--and felt his tongue licking it, and all around my gaping
hole--I found it easier to give it up. I almost bolted it when I first realized
he had begun to eat it, and even released a few inches before I stopped. Afraid
I was going to blast it all out, he quickly gobbled it up--back down to my
hole. That was the most incredible sight.

I began to murmur. "Ah, eat it, eat that shit from my hole you fuckin' shit-
eater! You're a dirty man, mister! Hell, you're a filthy man! Oh, I love
shitting for you!!"

I was stroking my cock off and on. I had to keep from touching it because I was
ready to shoot and I knew if I came everything would suddenly burst from my
asshole! Besides, I wanted sucked off. He said he'd do it. Juice was pouring
from my cockhead, and I kept fingering it off and licking it. I loved tasting
my own juices, and I didn't feel a bit ashamed doing it in front of him. I was
really lapping it up! When I finally squinched the last piece out, he lifted
away and showed it to me laying on his tongue! It was a squirrelly little tube
of shit that he quickly drew into his mouth and swallowed. Then he used his
thumbs to pry my anus apart and attached his mouth to it. He tongued me out,
deeply--both of us wishing I had more to give. He suddenly stood up--his raging
cock sticking out in front of him--and roared his pleasure.

"WOW! THAT WAS FANTASTIC!" He waved his arms out, and looked down at me. "Baby,
that was so fuckin' sweet. If I were you, I'd be eating my own turds all the
time! DAMN!"

I didn't think about it...I just did it. I leaned forward and put his cock in
my mouth and sucked it! I knew it was going to squirt hot cum out any moment,
but that was alright with me.

I was so fucking horny I just didn't give a shit. Hell, I'd already given a
shit! I grabbed his shaft, I grabbed his balls, and I sucked his cock wildly as
he stood there gasping. In almost no time, his pisshole opened and he
splattered warm sperm throughout my mouth! I gulped it all down, and licked his
shaft afterward, finding the sensation of tonguing a cock a rather neat deal. I
didn't say a word when he pulled it out...and he didn't either. He just got
down and lifted my cock, taking it deep into his throat. Then he eagerly blew
me.

I came and came over and over...my body shaking from a tremendous orgasm.

"Yessiree! I definitely could get to liking that. Leastways, I'll certainly put
my lips around your cock any time you like. You, uh, didn't do too bad
yourself! Thanks, I've never been blown before."

"K-kinda surprised myself, too!" I blushed, pulling on my pants. "It...it was
just sticking out there in my face-- throbbing. It wasn't so bad, really."

"You'll come by again?"

"Um, I don't know. But maybe I'll drop off a little box of home-made goodies
some time!"


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