****** My Scat Experiences by True Grit ******
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My Scat Experiences


My favorite scat experiences are the ones that happen unexpectedly, instead of
when I go out seeking raunch. I am Black, 5'8, 180 pounds, muscular, good-
looking. I'll omit my age for this reason: When I've told some people, like on
chat lines, how young (though of legal age, college student) I am they either
think I am lying about my age or my experiences-neither of which is true. I
love sex, especially raunchy sex, and I try to find it as much as possible.

Anyway, like I said before, I like unexpected good times. One particular time
really stands out for me.

Several months ago my aunt, uncle and their 3 kids were visiting my family from
out of town. We didn't really have room for them, so they were staying at a
very nice hotel downtown. On the last day of their visit, we all gathered at
the hotel for Sunday brunch, and then they were off in a taxi to the airport. I
needed to piss, so I went down the escalator to the nearest restroom, a pretty
large one. I did my business at a pisser, and was about to leave when I heard a
fart come from one of the stalls. I quietly walked down the row of stalls until
I saw two feet clad in white buckle shoes. I went into the next stall and
pretended to blow my nose. The man grunted, and I heard a couple of turds hit
the water. I got HARD. I left the stall and, as is my custom on such occasions,
waited at the sinks to see what the guy looked liked. When I heard him flush
the toilet, I busied myself by combing my hair and splashing water on my face.
He came to the sinks and washed his hands with just water, no soap. He was
about 50, very tall, greying brown hair, blue eyes, the All-American Dad type,
which really turned me on. I guessed by the condition of his body that he was
once an athletic man; He was beefy without really being muscular. Dressed in a
golf shirt and checked leisure pants.

He dried his hands and pulled a small comb out of his pocket and turned to the
mirror. I kept combing my hair and then smiled at him. He returned the smile
and said in that unmistakable tone of familiarity, "Leave your hair alone, you
look good enough." I knew that he was str8, but the tone had been set so I took
the next step by giving him a forward look and saying, "I think I left
something back there." Headed back to the last stall and left the door half
open. A couple of minutes passed, and I didn't hear him leave the john. Next
thing, he was standing in front of me, then he closed the crapper door behind
him. I got on my knees immediately, unsnapping and unzipping his pants and
pulling his cock out of his boxers. It was short, fat and uncut. I teased it
with the tip of my tongue and pulled the skin back. The exposed head was very
clean, and he winced when I tongued it. My heart was beating so hard due to my
excitement that I probably seemed to be nervous. Just the thought of servicing
this kind of man always makes me hard.

I finally sucked the whole damn dick into my mouth. He got very hard. My nose
was in his bush, and he palmed the back of my head and started face-fucking me
and breathing hard. I pulled off the dick before he got too close and told him
how good he tasted, something I do whenever I'm enjoying a man. Then I pulled
his pants down to his knees so that I could get at his balls. I pulled them out
of the slit in his boxers, big and sweet-smelling. As I licked and sucked those
balls, I worked my hand down the back of his boxers into his ass-crack and
rubbed up and down it. Then I found the hole and massaged it. He moaned, "Jesus
Christ!" and tried to poke his cock back into my mouth, but I wouldn't take it.
Instead, I pulled away from his groin completely and smelled the hand that had
been in his ass crack. A faint smell of shit went through my nose and hit the
top of my head.

He must have mistaken my look of excitement for one of revulsion because he
seemed embarrassed, and said that he was sorry his ass was not clean. I showed
what I thought of it by licking my hand. Before he could say anything, I pulled
his boxers down to his knees and turned him around so that his ass was right in
my face. When my tongue set to work in that asshole, that man set to moaning. I
guess we were both oblivious to the idea of anyone coming in. His ass crack had
been pretty well wiped, but just inside the hole was richly flavored with shit
residue. I ate hell out of that hole, rooting my tongue around that asshole to
get all the shit I could find. The man was moaning, his knees bent, his big,
high ass stuck firmly in my face. I blew air up his ass to open it more, and he
involuntarily (I think) pushed his ass lips out. I pulled out my dick and
flogged it like crazy. He pushed so hard in his excitement that a small
leftover piece of shit slid onto my tongue. I don't think he even knew what had
happened. I took the sweet-sour shit ball into my mouth and let it go down my
throat. I came right then, shooting a substantial load on the floor between his
legs. He let me lick it for a minute or so longer, then gasped "Jesus Christ"
again, turned around, and stuck his hard, dripping cock into my mouth. He shot
off immediately. Thick, salty cum. I swallowed it all.

He thanked me and said that he would love to take me up to his room, but his
wife was there, sleeping. I smiled and said, "That was great. Thanks." Since
then, I look to that day as one of my favorite experiences. I now look for
older men to service.

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Since my teens, I've always gotten horny in the restrooms of office buildings.
It's all those businessmen that drive me nuts with lust. This past summer
during school break I worked for a consulting company as part of an internship.
The company is located in a large downtown Chicago office building that houses
many other companies as well. From the very first day, whenever I used the john
I got a hard-on thinking about the hot guys I saw in the halls, and hoping they
would come in to piss or shit. I'd go into a stall, pull my pants down and park
ass on the toilet. And wait. Sure enough, some man would come in and either
piss or take a seat on the crapper next door.

The best time to hit the john for this sort of "spying" would be between 9:30-
10:30am after the morning coffee and breakfast had chance to course it's way
through the stud's digestive system. There would be one guy after another
coming in to take a dump. Although my supervisor never said anything to me
about being away from my desk so often during that hour each day, I wonder if
he noticed. After a couple of weeks I was able to easily recognize several men
because of the time they came in to shit and their shoes. Later, I became
familiar with the aroma of each guy's shit.

I had 3 favorite dudes: The first was a very good-looking guy in his mid-
twenties, usually wore black wingtips, dark hair, Italian, I think. He usually
used the crapper @ 9:45, and always seemed to be in a rush to get to the stall.
He would quickly unsnap and pull down his pants, and a fart would audibly
explode from his asshole the second his ass hit the toilet seat. Loud and wet,
my favorite. He'd let out a satisfied sigh. Soon I'd be treated to the sharp,
acrid smell of his dump, not unpleasant, just STRONG and SHARP. I liked to
wonder what he had eaten to produce such a stench. He would deposit a few
loose-sounding turds, wipe a couple of times (I know that ass, no doubt very
hairy, was peppery all day long), and leave.

The 2nd dude was also mid-twenties but had very average, some would say homely,
features, prematurely balding. I'd see him in the halls or elevator during the
workday, and would be turned on by his easy, masculine demeanor. He was a
dichotomy of sorts, dressed in a nice navy blue suit but speaking like a dock
worker. I came to love the look of his tassled slip-ons with his pants melting
over them as he sat on the can. When he wiped his ass, his feet would arch as
he reached his arm around to his butt. HOT (Yes, I have a foot fetish). I loved
the smell of his shit most of all: thick, heavy, deep aroma, very healthy-
smelling. His turds slid out slow and long judging from the way they made
minimal splash upon entering the bowl water. He always took a nice, leisurely
dump, often while reading the newspaper.

The 3rd man was older, @ 48-50. Typical financial district businessman, rather
handsome. He wore brown tassled slip-ons. His shit would come out sounding like
a series of small turds in rapid succession, and then tapering off, with him
grunting after each emission. His shit had a hickory smoke aroma that I loved
(but not nearly as good as dude #2). The thing that got me about this guy was
he didn't wash his hands very well after shitting and wiping. This immaculately
dressed, clean-cut, upstanding, businessman would rub his "unsoaped" hands
under the faucet for maybe three seconds, dry them, and be gone. I think about
how many hands he probably shakes in the course of a normal day, and laugh.

All of these guys were flushers, so I never was able to inspect, sniff or eat
their actual dump load, but I had a good half-to-one hour of jacking off
listening to and smelling them. I also like to go to the airport and sniff
international scat aromas, but that's another story.

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Since I still live at home with my parents and siblings, I often have my fun at
my friend Matt's apartment. Matt is 25, blond, brown eyes, muscular (we work
out together) and very cute, always horny. From the start, we've been just
friends, no sex. But we do "share" sex partners. We go out to straight bars,
wait until it's really late, pick a dude who is way drunk, and talk him into
coming back to Matt's place. Usually it takes little or no convincing. When we
don't do the bars, we check out the public parks and sometimes find dudes
passed out or wondering around drunk.

One night I went to Matt's place but just didn't feel like going out later, so
he went alone, promising to try to bring something tasty back with him. I fell
asleep for a couple hours. Around 1am, Matt woke me up, saying he'd found a
pretty hot guy. As soon as the guy came in he asked to use the john. Turns out
Matt found the guy (Black, maybe 40yrs, 6'3", 180 pounds, handsome face,
scruffy clothes) nearly passed out on a park bench. The guy had told Matt he
was hungry and also needed a taste (booze), so Matt took him to McDonald's, fed
him a couple Big Macs, and promised him scotch at his apartment.

So anyway the guy was in the bathroom for several minutes, so we thought he had
passed out again. I went to the door and found it slightly ajar, opened it, and
there was the guy sitting on the crapper. He was surprised and a bit annoyed by
my intrusion and said, "Damn, man! Can't a brother take a shit in private?" The
smell was intoxicating: Rich, heavy, aroma unlike the sweet, overly acrid smell
you often get from guys who drink too much.

Then Matt was behind me, checking out the scene. He just went in, knelt between
the guy's legs and started sucking his long, thin cock (7.5", cut). The dude
was obviously surprised, but went along with it and started moaning pretty
loudly. I knelt on the floor and unlaced the guy's Nikes, pulled them off, and
then pulled off his black jeans and jockey shorts which were piss-stained but
not skidmarked. I then sniffed his sweat-socked feet and got high on the rich,
sweaty stench. Matt said, "Let's take this to the bedroom." When the dude
drunkenly got up from the toilet, I saw that he had deposited 2 rather large,
firm turds and 1 smaller one. Of course, I didn't flush them.

In the bedroom, we told the guy (never knew his name) to kneel at the foot of
the bed. Matt got under him and went back to work on the dick, which was, at
first, flaccid but then perked up quite a LOT. I got behind and licked his
hard, smooth ass. Then I went into the crack and served some hot tongue up and
down the sweaty crack, which was nearly hairless. I was beating off like a
maniac. When my tongue hit his shitty hole, he let out a moan loud enough to
wake the dead. His shit smear was GOOD STUFF, and I knew there would be quite a
treat in the toilet for me and Matt later on. I stuck my fucking tongue as far
up his hole as possible, tasting the wonderful shit-lined inner walls, still
finding a few small shit berries to eat. I could have died in that ass. Then
Matt got up and moved the dude so that he was laid on his back. Matt pushed the
dude's legs up and went for his asshole, taking my place. I took the
opportunity to sniff his socks again before pulling them off and servicing his
LONG feet. Those feet must have been size 13, with long slender toes, pink
nails, tan soles, funky scent. I licked, sucked and laved them while Matt ate
ass. For a good 2 hours we went on this way, trading positions to each eat the
guy's cock, ass, feet, sweaty pits, and I even sucked his fingers. The guy
would be in various states of alertness-from nearly asleep to highly aroused.
When alert, he would moan and grab the head of whoever was sucking his dick at
the time and start a fucking motion. He really seemed to enjoy having his feet
licked too. Finally, he shot a huge load down Matt's throat while I sucked his
nipples and pits. Matt gave him a fresh pair of socks so that I could keep the
old ones for later jack-off purposes. When the guy left, still swaying a bit,
he said, "You motherfuckers is something else!" Matt and I gave him 10 bucks
each and said we'd look for him again.

We then went to the toilet, retrieved the turds, and ate them "cold". The
flavor was brilliant. We both shot our wad
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