****** Putrid Liquid Reward by Micfriend ******
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Putrid Liquid Reward


Part 1 The Glass Cylinder

I've always been fascinated with the intoxicating odor of man sweat. As with
most obsessions, I'd have a hard time trying to explain the attraction. It
could be the sheer taboo of it---getting off on what many consider repulsive.
That would explain my other turn ons: shit, piss, spit and snot, all bodily
waste. Somehow, the piece of my brain designated to arousal is lodged
intimately against another piece allotted to raising the taboo bar higher.
Simply put-these two parts of my brain constantly fornicate.

I can be almost anywhere--the city bus, reading in the library, in the bathroom
at the bath house-and be completely captivated when the scent of B O meets the
olfactory sensors in my nostrils. I become completely turned on at the
slightest whiff of sweat in the air. My blood changes, becoming that of a
predator. I become compelled to hunt for the source, sometimes to outlandish
extremes.

I'd hang out in gym locker rooms to wait for the real sweaty jocks to return.
I'd linger for the longest time searching for a towel, fumbling with shoelaces
or pretending I had forgotten my lock combination all in hopes of getting a
whiff of hot and sweaty men. The stronger the stench the better. I've been
known to sit next to reeking guys in the downtown library, those homeless ones
who seek refuge from their lives in the streets, secretly wishing to smear my
face into their arm pits. I'd sit there with my fierce hard on under the table.
Ahhhhhhhh, that irresistible, raunchy and musty smell!

I had just started college when I answered an ad in a local sex paper. The ad
described a "high colonic" service that sounded interesting, promising that "my
one of a kind device will clean you out while I give you a blow job." The place
appeared to be an out of business barber shop. A tall, tanned, silver haired
guy in a white barber uniform invited me in. I entered hesitantly, thinking I
was possibly in the wrong place. He led me to the back room where a Naugahyde
covered examination table stood next to an odd apparatus that looked like an
old fashioned gas pump, complete with a huge cylindrical glass reservoir. He
explained that he would insert a tube up my ass that would circulate a warm
stream into my bowels while an intake tube sucked out the shitty liquid. The
sucked out liquid would return to the glass cylinder in the process. Yep, I'd
found the right place.

I honestly didn't mind that this dirty old man was going to hook my butt hole
up to this device. He watched me undress and told me to make myself comfortable
on the table. From my vantage point I would be able to watch the fluid in the
cylinder change from clear to murky brown.

"What a beautiful cock," he said as he slipped on some rubber gloves. He
fondled me which brought me to a full erection and bent his face closer to
inspect my cock and balls up close. He opened up a jar of some clear paste and
worked it over his glove covered fingers. Simultaneously, he took my cock into
his mouth as he pushed his cold lubricated finger into my ass hole. He held his
lips tightly around my cock and moved his face up and down as he worked his
finger around inside me. I could tell that his finger was slightly curved as he
turned it deeply inside me, much like a kid would dig his nose searching for
deeply embedded snot.

His mouth came up for air. "I'm just loosening you up a little before I insert
the tube," he said with a thread of precum hanging between his chin and my dick
head. His other hand reached toward the machine and pressed a button. It let
out a vibrating hum and I saw the water in the cylinder start to churn. He slid
two more fingers up my ass and positioned himself to inspect how loose my anus
had become. I was relaxed on my back as I concentrated on the fingers massaging
my asshole.

"There, that feels all relaxed and ready," he said, pulling out his fingers.
Smears of my shit were on his fingers. Until I got a whiff of shit smell, the
only scent had been my own arm pit sweat and the lingering smell of talc and
shaving lotion. The tube attachment looked like a nozzle from a vacuum cleaner
except for one small and one large opening on its tip. I thought it looked
fucking big. No wonder he took the time to stretch out my hole. He lubricated
the tip before positioning it at my anus. I could feel it resting at my
puckered hole.

"You can push it in," I said. "I've had bigger things up there before."

"I bet you have. I bet you have indeed," he said laughing. "I bet guys really
love to fuck your tight little ass." My urging had released an aggressive
spirit in him. He shoved the nozzle forcefully up my ass as he said the word
fuck. My lungs let out a sound like what you would hear if someone punched you
in the gut. The nozzle now plugged my ass.

"You're going to feel some pressure at first." He pushed another button and
directed his attention to my face to watch my expression.

I immediately felt the warm gush of liquid fill my bowels. My gut swelled. This
was followed by an intense suction. I saw the cylinder fill from the bottom
with pieces of my shit and brown liquid. It swirled in the tank. My shit was on
display.

"What do you see?" he asked before taking my stiff prick into his mouth again.
He knew I was totally mesmerized.

"I see my shit in your machine." I stared at the swirling liquid.

He slipped my dick out of his mouth again. "Look closer at your shit. What's
happening to it?" I began to realize that he was happy to suck on my dick as
long as I gave him a blow by blow account of what I was experiencing.

"My shit's breaking up into smaller pieces. Some of it looks like flakes of
fish food. Damn! the vacuum action inside me...It makes me feel soooo
gooooood." He spat out my penis and licked at the tip before moving his face up
close to mine.

"Look at your shit," he whispered his hot breathe in my ear.

"I'm looking at my shit."

"What do you see?"

"The water's turning brown."

"That's right.."

"Lumps of hard shit floating around."

"Your shit."

"My shit."

"You are shit."

"I am shit."

"Shit sucked out of your hole."

"Beautiful shit."

"That's right. Shit is beautiful. Shit is good."

"Shit is good. I want my shit."

"You want your shit?"

"I want my shit."

"You want to taste your shit?"

"I want to taste it."

"Say it. Beg for it"

"I want to eat my shit. Please feed me my shit. Please."

The machine continued to pulsate in my ass. The flow of liquid forced my bowels
to breathe. What was happening to my mind? I would have done anything he
suggested. I looked at him again, taking my eyes off the machine. He had
grabbed another clear tube.

"I'm going to feed you your shit." He slipped the tube into my mouth and
removed a clamp that prevented the shitty water from escaping the cylinder. The
dung infested fluid coiled down the clear hose. Like a snake it slithered
toward my mouth. "Sip down your shit. Drink your defecation. Good. Recycle your
shit," he said. I drank down the turd juice, watching pieces of shit flow
through the tube. Suddenly the flow stopped. The tube became clogged.

"That's no problem boy. Suck hard. Suck hard! There's a big chunk of your shit
stuck in the tube. You can see it right there." He pointed to a big chunk of
crap at the base of the tube. I sucked harder and saw the shit clog worm down
the tube. With more encouragement I was able to get the turd halfway down the
hose before it eventually dislodged and slid down into my mouth. I gulped it
down.

"Oh man! You know what you just did, my friend? You just ate shit. You ate own
stinking turd." He took the tube out of my mouth, lubed up my dick and stroked
it. The pressure inside me was intense. He slipped a rubber over my dick. Was
he going to have me fuck him? He continued to milk my cock. I was so close to
spurting.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum. Oh shit! Fuck! Fuck!" Every muscle in my body
pulsed. If my penis had a voice it would have screamed holy hell. My whole
crotch supported the explosion. I filled the rubber bag with a mammoth
ejaculation. And damn! That fucking machine was still pumping away in my ass!

I was still out of breath when he slipped the sperm filled condom off my dick,
carefully gathering my big load at the tip. He put the open end of it between
my lips.

"I want to see you eat your sperm," he said. "I saw you eat you shit and now
I'll watch you swallow your jack off spit. Suck it out of the bag but don't
drink it down just yet."

I did as he asked. I sucked on the cum filled rubber and the tasty wad of
ejaculated secretion flooded my mouth. I sucked so hard the condom shrunk down
to a wrinkled tangle hanging from my lips. I love the taste of cum!

"All that fuck cream inside your mouth?" I nodded. "Good, good." He pulled the
shriveled cum bag out of my mouth. "Now open up and let me see what you've
done." I could taste the rich and pungent cum. It coated my tongue and formed a
viscid white pool at my throat. If he could have crawled between my teeth I
think he would have. He stuck his nose in and took a deep breath.

"I've caught you drinking cum! I know that smell anywhere. You are a human
toilet and cum bag. You're a shit eater and cum drinker. Sucked your own sperm
out of a rubber. I suppose you're going to drink that cum load down." I put on
a show for him, drinking down a little at a time, letting some spill over my
lips and working it into spit like bubbles between my teeth before drinking it
all down.

"Fuck that's good! I screamed."

"Fuck you're good," he said.

We talked afterward. He wondered where I went for sex and I told him that I
often called the numbers listed in the fuck papers. He was surprised that I had
never been to the baths and even more surprised when I asked him what they
were.

Part 2 The Baths

Once I learned about the baths I couldn't stay away. I loved the smelly glory
holes, sticking my cock and balls through the dark hole and finding a warm
mouth to enjoy it on the other side. I would also park my face at these
openings and suck on any dick that pushed its way through. Ahhhhh, the smell of
cock and sour crotch odor. I'd scavenge every inch with my nose before licking
it all down and sucking some more. I knew some of these cocks had just been up
someone's ass.

The baths were the first place anyone had snacked on my ass. Licking down my
whole butt crack and invading my succulent anus. Sometimes I'd push my asshole
up to the bigger glory holes or sometimes I'd join someone in a private room. I
also enjoyed giving long rimming sessions and smelling the heady odor released
when spreading apart a healthy pair of ass cheeks. My nose was there to take it
all in.

I got braver. I found a way to capture the intoxicating man B O that I was
addicted to. When I was lucky enough to go to a private room with particularly
smelly men, I asked if I could spread a clear and scentless gel I had found at
the drug store into his ripe arm pits. Of course I first complimented them on
how much their smell excited me. We would have sex and then I would gently
scrape off the gel with a rubber spatula. I would collect the B O in a small
jar and pack everything up in my backpack before leaving the room.

At home I would masturbate to the smell of my B O collection. I could put a
small dab of it under my nose with a result more satisfying than poppers. Once,
before going out to the bar, I spread all of the remaining scent over my chest
and pits. I smelled heavenly with this stench. The air in the bar was close and
hot which, I'm sure, released more of the smell into the room. You know the
saying opposites attract? Well, it's just not true. A guy wearing a bandana
around his neck, a white tank top and jeans came up to me with a pungent
strength to his filthy and enticing odor. Aroma attracts aroma.

"My name's Hank," he said holding out his hand. I still remember his name. It
rhymes with rank. I shook his hand .

"Michael," I said. I looked at his sweaty arm pit hairs not realizing he would
notice. He took this cue and folded his fingers behind his head, revealing more
of the wet tangle of pit hair. "You come here often?" I said. Stupid first
liner.

"Actually no. Just thought I'd like to make a new friend tonight. What're you
into?"

I stared into his pits. "Anything."

"Lots of people say anything."

"I mean anything. Smells for one."

"Me too buddy. B O?"

"Fuck yes."

"Piss?"

"I love piss and shit." He rearranged the swell in his jeans.

"Well then, let's get you some. I know a place you're gonna love. You game?"

"I'm game," I responded eagerly. I couldn't wait to have skin to skin contact
with this guy. I wanted his B O smeared all over my body. I wanted him to shit
and piss in my mouth. I wanted it all.

He decided to drive us in his old blue Volkswagen. He unzipped my jeans with
his right hand and pulled out my cock. He did the same to his. At every stop
light he bent down to suck my stiff cock.

"My friend Toad opened up this joint. He found a market for performing body
mods."

"Body mods?" I asked.

"Body modification. He's still a plastic surgeon-- doing the standard face
lifts, eye and nose jobs, but genital mods are his obsession. Cool stuff." We
hit another red light and his mouth was wrapped around my shaft again. I dug my
fingers into his arm pit and felt the warm, sweaty space. I lightly scratched
at the wet pit hair before bringing my fingers to my nose for a whiff of him. I
moaned excitedly out loud.

"Man, you're going to lick that tonic out of my pits when we get to Toad's."

We headed toward the port, passing under riveted steel highway ramps. This was
the industrial part of town. No one, absolutely no one has reason to be out
here at night. Undistinguishable warehouse fronts, dark empty alleys, metal and
concrete heaps--not the most likely neighborhood for the kind of shit hole
action I imagined.

Hank turned onto a dark street. There were other cars parked out here but no
sign of life. The street lamp around the corner provided the only light. We
walked slowly. Our cocks were still hanging out of our pants. I was
uncomfortable. I had to take a shit real bad.

"Hank, you sure about where we're going. I gotta take a shit."

"Hold your horses. I've got to shit too. And don't you dare think of taking a
piss. You're going to save that for me. We're almost there."

We stopped in front of a brick building and Hank pounded on the steel door.
When the door squeaked open a young man with a shaved head appeared. In fact,
even his pubes had been shaved away. The only thing he wore was a chain around
his neck with a hand giving the finger hanging at its end. Tattooed fuck scenes
adorned his body.

"How do you do Hank," he said. We entered and the two of them high fived.

"Fuck the 'how do you do' routine, Shit Head. Get down and lick 'um." I was hit
with the smell of sweat, as if a football team had just stripped and smeared
their arm pits on every surface. Shit Head was down at Hank's boot licking them
clean. Hank hawked up a mouthful of mucus. He opened his mouth to show me the
thick phlegm and winked at me before spitting down onto shaved head lapping at
his feet. It landed with a splat and rolled down the hairless neck.

"Thank you sir," he said before Hank kicked him away.

"Go get Toad, Shit Head. I got a guest here." Shit Head ran down the hall. The
phlegm dripped down his back, his shaved cock wagging.

"Let me give you just a little tour. Toad will want to show you the rest." We
walked down another hall, passing alcoves with glory holes. Some of them were
in use. I could hear guys slurping on cocks and there was an intense smell of
fresh and stale cum and piss. The floors were damp. Apparently guys pissed
where they liked. We came up to a guy wearing a dog collar and chain. He was
being pissed on and the piss spray spattered us. I took in the urine smell and
my dick pointed me ahead.

Hank pushed a door open. It was a big room lit only by black lights in the
corners. In the middle was a leather sling that hung from the ceiling.

"Strip down and bend over," he commanded. I stripped and grabbed my ankles.
From between my legs I saw him untangle a mass of leather cords. The cords were
held together with rectangular strips of vinyl with a buckles on its ends. Hank
duct taped the two straps vertically down each of my butt cheeks, about three
inches from my anus.

"Okay, stand up. Hop on the sling," he said. I sat upright in the sling and
Hank strapped me in. My feet were raised, spread and buckled to the support
chains. My hands were buckled above my head. He grabbed the leather cords that
were taped to my buttocks and tightened the ends just under my belly. The more
he tightened, the more I could feel my ass cheeks being spread apart. He
fastened the clasps and crawled beneath me.

"Nice pretty pink hole, no obstructions, stretched wide open," he said before
kissing my anus. I undulated it for him. He deep tongued me, probing my shit
hole with his lips tightly sealed at the sweaty rim. The massive dump inside me
moved closer to him. And then...he stopped. Damn!

"Okay," he said wiping some ass juice from his lips, "close your eyes for a
moment until they readjust to the light." He walked to the wall and flipped a
switch. A buzzer sounded and the room was flooded with bright light. Here I
was, completely immobilized in the center.

The buzzer must signal others. The door opened and a crowd began to enter. I
hadn't been prepared for this. All these naked guys staring at me under the
bright light. They moved up closer. I could smell them. There was the
unmistakable smell of sex. From the look of some of the drooling cocks, I
guessed that they had interrupted their action.

Several guys had shit smeared on their faces. Others were dripping with fresh
piss. Then I noticed some of the strangest penises I'd ever seen. These must be
the modified ones that Hank had told me about. These are real fucked up dudes.
One guy had a double head on the tip of his dick. The two heads came together
with a common piss slit. The slit was so big you could easily slide your finger
into. Another guy was using his middle finger to masturbate a vagina-like
opening in the front of his thick penis shaft.

A tall beefy man pushed his way to the front. Hanging at his crotch was a huge,
green appendage covered with yellow lumps. It was his penis! I thought it would
look more appropriate attached to the Creature of the Black Lagoon. I couldn't
help staring at this freaked up gonad. As big and thick as this genital was,
there was an erect pencil-like tip that projected from the end.

"Good to meet you Michael," he said. "I guess you can see why they call me
Toad." So this was the surgeon Hank told me about. I stared at his totally
fucked up pecker "I spent a small fortune having this done," he continued,
"Cartilage and skin grafting, microsurgery, latex implants and urology work to
make sure it's all functional. Finally, a nice tattoo job to set it all off."
He pulled at his green and yellow foreskin to reveal a blue inner shaft with a
web of orange veins. The smell of head cheese was incredible.

"Your dick is...awesome." I was at a loss for words, but completely excited. My
dick throbbed and drooled.

"I'd really love to fuck you with it. Fuck all your holes." I thought about
this massive monster penis penetrating my body. I decided I wanted it. I wanted
it real bad.

"Well you've got to taste this thing first." Hank moved a wooden platform up
behind my head. Toad stood on it. I leaned my head back and the grotesque
phallus flopped onto my face. I instinctively opened my mouth. The crowd
gathered closer. I looked up at Toad who had a ominous smile on his face. "Say
ahhhh for the doctor," he said. I opened my mouth wide with my tongue extended.
The fucking, distorted thing pushed into my mouth.

Toad held his genital still at first while I explored it in my mouth. It began
to swell. I dug my tongue into the foreskin, running it over the wort-like
lumps and tasting the salty, cheesy curds. I wrapped my tongue around the
finger-like tip and I could probe the piss slit that opened at its end. Toad
pulled the whole sex organ out of my mouth and used his hand to position the
pencil-like appendage into my nose. He rocked his hips gently and fucked my
nostril. The crowd drooled.

"I told you I was going to fuck all your holes," he laughed. "Bet you never
thought you'd get your nose fucked tonight?"

"Hell, I never thought I'd get my nose fucked. Period." Guys laughed, stroking
their dicks. Vagina Dick quivered his finger at his mutilated shaft. Hank began
sucking my ass. Sweat stench permeated the room. I was overwhelmed.

Toad fucked my other nostril. Someone nearby shot their cum load onto my body
and several hands moved in to massage the sperm into my chest and abdomen.
Someone was sucking my dick while another licked my balls. Toad pulled out of
my nose and I saw a thick piece of snot hanging from the genital finger. He
dangled the snot onto my tongue, saying that it looked like a nice chewy one. I
bit at it with my front teeth so others could see.

Toad entered my mouth again and pushed himself all the way in. Slowly, he
pulled almost all the way out before repeating the fucking action as if in slow
motion. I pinched the genital with my lips feeling the oversized worts sweep
against them as they slid in and out. Unique as this experience was, I had to
take a shit. Even with a full load, I realized how mental the shitting process
is. I concentrated on contracting my bowels. It wasn't easy with so much sexual
activity flooding over me at the same time.

Hank was slurping hungrily at my ass with deep guttural sounds emerging from
his throat. The crowd on his end urged me on, "push it out," "shit out that
turd," "feed Hank that man dung."

"Some have told me that the texture of my dick feels like you're sucking on a
fucking turd." Toad said. He was right. It felt like someone was fucking me
orally with a firm, warm piece of crap. I nodded with tears in my eyes. I was
pushing out a big hard turd. I had to take deep breaths and push hard. The
crowd groaned in delight. Hank was swallowing my shit as it extruded out my
fecal hole. More cum spurted over me. Toad pushed his genital deep in my mouth.
The finger-like spout plunged down my throat. I couldn't taste Toad's cum but I
could feel it discharging down my throat. I concentrated on gulping, feeling
like I would drown. Toad's body spasmed as he screamed.

As soon as he pulled out, I felt another cock take its place. This cock had an
enormous head. I felt it in my mouth and realized it was the double-headed
penis. I felt the double-hood, finding I could insert most of my tongue if I
curled it. I tasted the warm insides of the over-sized piss slit. In a matter
of minutes, a powerful gush shot through the curl in my tongue and I was happy
to taste a deluge of man cum in my mouth.

Double-head pulled out and Hank was kissing me. I could taste my shit in his
mouth. I savored the mix of cum and shit. Hank obviously did too. We continued
to give a sloppy kiss. Cum and shit drooled down my face. Someone had taken his
place sucking on my ass hole. Their tongue dug deeply trying to get my second
round. I raised my head to see who it was. It was Toad.

Again I was encouraged to shit. I was exhausted, but I pushed and grunted. It
sounds strange, but I wasn't sure if I was actually shitting. The crowd's
reaction assured me that I was. The cock sucker at my dick had expertly teased
me into a series of almosts. Now I was beyond control. Toad stood up with his
face pointed to the ceiling and a shit log sticking out of his mouth. He came
around and spat it out onto my stomach. I remember looking down at it just as I
shot my load all over it. Its rich brownness was covered with white icing.
Someone picked it up and passed it around. Passing around my sperm covered
shit.

Part 3 Shit Lotion

Attention now turned to a table in the corner where the hunky skin head who had
originally opened the door for us relaxed as two guys stood above him ready to
take a shit. They stood above him, crouched back to back, reaching back with
their hands to spread each others' butt cheeks. Stiff stools discharged out of
the side-by-side shit holes. Twin dumps defecated out onto the Shit Head's
heavily tattooed body. I swore that I could hear the messy plop plop and, after
being released from my straps, I pushed my way up closer to inspect the healthy
fecal masses that were still accumulating.

After the shitters had unloaded themselves, they began smearing the shit all
over the human cesspool. The turds were so firm that I noticed that the
shitters had to first squeeze the shit logs in their hands to soften the crap
into a spreadable nasty chocolate-brown paste. A crowd gather to watch as every
square inch of the fucker's skin disappeared under a brown layer of shit. His
tattoos disappeared under the thick coating of excrement. He was asked to
spread his legs so the shit could be packed into his ass crack. His arms were
raised so more shit could be spread into his pits. It was like spreading fudge
frosting over perverted cake.

Last, but not least, a handful of shit was smeared onto his shaved head and
over his face. Now I knew why they called this guy Shit Head. They zipped him
up in a tight latex body suit, sealing in the layer of shit covering his skin.
Only his head was left revealed. Toad approached me. "He's one of the workers
here. They'll keep him wrapped up in that latex over night. That fucking dump
will absorb into his skin and he'll stink like man shit for a week. Tomorrow
evening the two shitters will undress him and wipe the shit off. His skin will
be stained brown like an uneven tan. Maybe someday you'd like to volunteer to
get the same shit and latex treatment?

"Sounds interesting," I said as Toad introduced me to Shit Head. Shit Heat held
out his latex covered hand to shake mine.

"How do you do?" He said with a perfectly beautiful British accent. Somehow the
image of his shit covered head and immaculate speaking voice excited me. He
acted so nonchalantly, as if it were so common to walk around covered with man
shit.

By this time most anyone who had loads to shit had already crapped it out. Many
now headed to what Hank called the "mess hall". Guys lined up with their butts
in the air as a partner shoved food up their asses. I watched as bananas, and
grapes were inserted into hot and eager anuses. Damn, the food these guys could
put away!

"They'll spend the rest of the evening feeling they have to take a shit. We'll
feed them the proper way too. We're serving steak in the kitchen. Tomorrow
morning we're going to have a nice group shit followed by a warm and fragrant
fruit salad. You going to join us?"

"Are you kidding," I said. "I love fruit salad."

Hank was a big guy. He bent over and I was able to shove three bananas up his
ass. One by one I also popped grapes into his hungry anus. I was able to feed
him an entire cluster. He managed to stuff me with two bananas. The grapes kept
popping out. I had no idea how many stayed up inside me. Guys walked around
like they had just been fucked by a horse as they entered the cafeteria. Of
course they were trying to pinch their sphincters tight to keep them from
spilling their fruit. Occasionally someone would laugh as grapes dropped to the
floor.

We sat with Toad and his body mod patients. I learned that one was doctor, one
was a lawyer and another owned a well known business. The operations cost a
fortune. They had to have good jobs to afford them. Later we got into the topic
of what foods made the best shit. Everyone agreed, "Meat!" That explained the
steak dinner.

I asked the group what excited them most. Vagina Dick spoke up first, "To me,
having my face in front of big hairy ass as its laying a big stinking shit
log."

"I love shit too, but I get real excited sticking my dick through glory holes.
I imagine the guy's expression when they see my dick," said Double Dick. "I
love having my cock tongue fucked."

"I get off pissing up ass holes then sucking it all out," said a man with three
piss slits. Toad listened as he chewed on his steak.

"I can get off on all that shit," I said. "I guess what I mean is how do you
categorize these turn ons, fetishes, whatever you want to call them? Don't you
think it's all about pushing yourself into the ultimate disgust?"

"You mean the final frontier...searching for cling ons?" Vagina Dick said. We
all laughed.

"No, no I know where he's going with this," Toad said thoughtfully. "I know
about searching for the ultimate, the unfathomable gross out. Some guys here
get into vomit." He paused and we were all quietly finishing our steaks.
"There's something to the saying 'one man's shit is another man's treasure.'"
Toad continued. "Suppose you dropped your drawers and shit on your neighbors
lawn..."

"He'd probably beat the crap out of you," added Vagina dick. We all laughed.

"Go fuck yourself!" Toad returned. "We know you can do it with that dick of
yours."

"Yeah, most of you here have watched me do it. Continue, continue."

"But if you crap in the right guy's mouth, he'll be eternally grateful. He
might even pay you for it. I've got a game to prove my point. All of you come
to the sling room after you finish." He stood up, pissed in his empty plate and
walked away. Toad's yellow spray splattered Vagina Dick's plate but he
continued eating.

"What's he up to?" I asked.

"We don't know, but it's always fun," said Three Slit.

Part 4 The Liquid

We all got up from the table. I offered to take their piss if anyone had to go.
Vagina Dick volunteered and I kneeled in front of him. He rested his limp dick
in my mouth and I wiggled my tongue inside his penis pussy. It felt strange to
feel the vaginal opening resting on my tongue. I twitched my tongue tip at the
clit-like projection inside. His dick began to swell.

"I'll never be able to piss with you doing that," he said smiling and obviously
aroused. "But please look for me later."

The others watched. Vagina Dick's stream tricked before letting out a flood. I
gulped it all down. While I gulped I had to pinch my butt cheeks together to
keep the bananas from dropping out.

When we reached the sling room Toad was already there waiting. He held out a
small, sealed glass jar. There was a note pad and pencil on the sling.

"Remember this?" he asked

Double Dick took a closer look. "What the fuck? Toad, you kept that from last
week?" The others looked at each other, and laughed nervously. They couldn't
believe their eyes.

"What? What?" I asked curiously.

"We all took turns cumming in that jar last week," Three Slit said. I took a
closer look at the jar. The contents had yellowed and separated. There was a
thin layer of yellow liquid on the surface with a cloudy broth beneath it.
There was an orangy-brown sediment on the bottom.

"Ah fuck!" said Double Dick with his face all scrunched up. "Have you ever
smelled week old sperm? That's nasty, putrid stuff. Count me out."

"Now wait, hear me out. If you play, I'll kick in one hundred bucks per
player." I could tell he wasn't kidding. I also knew that this was all the
incentive my fellow perverts would need to agree.

My dick stiffened. Those two parts of my brain were wildly fucking each other.
Everyone else except Double Dick had hard ons.

"See what I mean? What was I telling you guys out there? Disgusting shit
arouses us." Toad looked down at Double Dick's limp penis. "Double, I know you
say you can't stand the stuff, but what about watching the loser gargle that
putrid week old cum in his mouth?" We watched Double's dick stiffen. "Your dick
can't lie. We all know there's a tender spot in that brain of yours that's
excited by the thought of playing with this shit."

"Double, you going to play?" Hank asked.

"He'll play. We'll force him if we have to." Toad threatened.

"I'm in," said Double.

"Everyone else?" We all nodded. "Form a circle."

We all sat on the damp floor. Toad picked up the pad of paper and pencil.

"We'll go clockwise. Name some things we could do with this rotten cum?
Michael, you first."

"You could smell it," I said.

"Good, you could smell the reeking stuff." He wrote "SMELL IT" in capital
letters on the first page. "Double?"

"You could stick your tongue in it," he said. We squirmed and laughed like
school kids. Toad wrote "TONGUE IN IT" on the next page. We continued spitting
out more ideas and Toad continued writing.

"Kiss it."

"Spread it on your lips."

"Spread it on the person to your left's ass hole."

"Dab it behind your ears like perfume."

"Dip your dick in it."

"Spread it in the nose of the person in front of you."

"Hold it in your mouth for five seconds."

"Gargle with it."

"Hold it on your tongue."

We were all excited, laughing and getting grossed out as we tried to outdo each
other. Just thinking up this shit got us excited. We stroked at our horny,
drooling dicks.

"Rub it into your arm pits," said Hank

"Smear your face with it," said Vagina Dick.

Toad held up his hand. "That should be enough." He tore out the pages and
shuffled them. "We all perform. Anyone refuses, no one gets the money. Got me?"
Everyone nodded. "We take turns picking clockwise. I'll go first.

Toad put the papers face down in the middle of our circle. He turned the top
sheet, "SPREAD ON NOSE IN FRONT OF YOU"

"Fuck!" screamed Vagina. He was seated in front of Toad. Toad unscrewed the lid
off the jar. It was potent shit. We all smelled it. Everyone except Toad
grimaced. Double got up coughing and fanning the air in front of his face with
his hand.

"Double, sit your ass back down," Hank ordered.

"The fucking shit reeks!" cried Three Slit. A grape popped out of Double's ass
and we all laughed hysterically--real belly laughs. I thought we'd all lose our
fruit. Double was in tears as he sat his ass back down.

We quieted down as Toad dipped his fuck finger into the putrid liquid. Vagina
closed his eyes as Toad reached over and dabbed it on his nose. A drip of it
dangled from his nostrils. Vagina was half laughing, half crying. "It
reeeeeeeks!" he squealed.

"Double, you're next," Toad slid the jar to the right. Double flipped the next
sheet: "DIP YOUR DICK"

"Ah man! Double grumbled as he stood up with the jar. "Toad, you're sucking
this smelly dick when we're done." Double's dick was standing at a 45 degree
angle. He had to bend forward and angle his dick down with a push of his thumb
to dip it in the jar. He submerged his dick head in the stinking juice.

"Come on, dunk the whole thing," I said. Double gave me an evil glance, dipped
his entire cock in the jar and sat back down." We applauded. Double pushed the
jar in front of Three Slit who had already turned the next page. He looked like
he was meditating. I knew he was trying to work up some nerve. The card read:
"GARGLE"

I held my breath. Everyone else was silent. Double picked up the jar. His eye
brows were tensely furrowed and his nostrils flared. He put the jar up to his
lips and tilted his head back until the crud poured into his mouth. In the dead
silence I heard him begin to gargle, but the stagnant juice was too vile. I
thought he was going to puke. Before he could spit the liquid back into the jar
he lost all control. The cum sprayed out of his mouth splattering Hank in the
face. The stench was foul.

"Shit!" Double screamed violently. "This is fucked!" He kept spitting onto the
floor. Toad reached over Double to push the jar to Three Slit.

"Go Three! Go Three..." Toad chanted and we all joined in. Three Slit turned
the next sheet, "SMEAR IN FACE," it said. Three Slit poured the cum into the
palm of his hand and set the jar down. He worked it between his two hands as if
it were shave lotion. He brought his hands up to his face and vigorously
smeared it in.

"That's the way to do it," Toad said. "Enjoy it." I understood what Toad was
saying. You could psyche yourself up to do just about anything. We've all had
to swallow oral medications with offensive tastes and were able to get it down.
I wondered how my new buddies here were preparing themselves. You could try to
convince yourself that it was good for you or that it was something that it
wasn't. Three Slit clearly wanted to show off for us and it gave him the
strength to do it. Double was only playing for the money.

Three Slit slid the jar to Vagina Dick. It would be my turn soon. My heart
raced as I thought about what act I would have to perform. I could have psyched
myself up in a number of ways but what I was thinking really surprised me. I
learned something about myself in the process.

I decided to immerse myself in the perversion of the whole situation. I would
get the biggest high out of the situation by contemplating the shear nastiness
of our raunchy game. We're adult men, sitting in a circle, demoralizing
ourselves by tasting and smearing rotten sperm on our bodies. I grew more
excited. Bringing myself to a new low in front of guys who understood the turn
on was an unexpected fantasy come true.

Vagina Dick turned the next page, "KISS IT," the paper read.

"Oh baby, come to papa!" Vagina said, causing all to laugh. He poured some of
the liquid into the jar's lid, puckered his lips and gave the cum a slurpy wet
kiss. He extended his tongue into it giving a four star performance. We cheered
him on.

Hank was also eager and excited. I looked around at the raging hard ons. We
would have one big smelly orgy after this was done. Hank turned the top page,
"SMEAR ON ANUS TO YOUR LEFT."

"Al right!" I said. Hank grabbed the jar. I think he was looking forward to
tasting it. I turned my ass to the circle's center, got on my knees and spread
my butt cheeks for everyone to see. Hank kneeled by my side. He dipped his
finger into the jar. I watched him from between my thighs. He brought his
finger to my ass and massaged the cum around my ass hole. He dipped his finger
again and this time he fucked his finger into me and worked the saturated
finger up inside my hole. I thought he was finished but he turned me slightly
and rimmed my smelly anus with his tongue. We both stood up to take bows.

My turn. Hank handed me the jar. I turned over the next page: "HOLD IN MOUTH."
Fuck! Do you know? I was secretly hoping for that one. I held the jar with both
hands and licked my lips. I wanted these guys' week old cum in my mouth. Damn
it reeked. My cock was rigid. I tilted the jar up and poured in a good
mouthful. I looked at my buddies with what I thought was an expressionless
face. How can I explain the taste? It was bitter and rancid. It was so strong
it almost burned. There was only a trace of the fresh sperm taste that I love.
I spat the liquid back into the jar. My friends applauded. I was excited. Week
old man cum in my mouth.

Toad's turn. He picked "SMEAR INTO PITS." Toad readied himself as Three Slit
had done--like he was getting ready to smooth on after shave. He raised his
right arm first, the one next to me, and I relished his B O pit smell. With his
left hand he smeared the old cum into his musky pit. The mix of smell was
intoxicating. He repeated the process with his left pit . He lowered his arms,
clamped them down against his sides and moved them about like wings to massage
the liquid in.

Double took his second turn. He turned the page. "HOLD ON TONGUE," it read. He
stood up and headed for the door. "I've had enough guys. See you later," he
said. "I don't care about the money. It's a drop in the bucket anyway. That
shit is too disgusting. I'm not the fuck putting dead and rotting sperm in my
mouth."

"Ah shit," said Toad. "You mean you can take my shit in your mouth, but you're
not willing to give week old cum a try? What kind of pervert are you?"

Hank got up and blocked the door. "I think you ought to ask these other fellas
if they want to wave the hundred smackeroos. After all, they already put that
shit in their mouths," he said.

Double tried to pull at the door even though Hank was blocking it. Hank pushed
him back toward our circle but he pushed back. "Some people have to respect
others' limits," Double said.

Hank grabbed Double. It was part embrace and part restraint. Hank said to
Double in a low voice that we could all hear, "Guys who hang out in shit holes
like this are going to have to put up with shit." Double squirmed to get
himself free, but it was hopeless to struggle with Hank with all his bulging
muscles. "We know guys like you get off on being force fed."

Double said nothing but he put up a believable fight. I couldn't tell if he was
really disgusted or if he was putting on an act because he wanted to be forced.
By now Hank had wrestled him to the floor and the others formed a new circle
around him, pinning him to the floor. Hank held his shoulders to the floor
while the rest of us held down anything that moved.

Double screamed more violently, "You disgusting shit rags! Let me the fuck go!
Ass holes!" The more Double screamed, the more we laughed. After all, with this
raunch loving gang there were no obscenities that could insult us. What use is
calling someone an ass hole if digging your tongue into a nice juicy one was
one of your ultimate pleasures? "Shit! Shit! he continued. His face was red and
veins were bulging from his neck.

Toad pushed his butt over Double's face and grunted as he crapped out shit
covered bananas all over Double's face. "You asked for shit," Toad replied. I
was holding Double down at his hips. I wanted so badly to eat up the shitty
fruit that covered his face.

Three Slit grabbed the jar of reeking penis discharge. "Oh Double," he sang.
"I've got some nice week old jizz for you. Open up you mouth so I can pour the
shit in." Double stubbornly clamped his lips together. Meanwhile Vagina Dick
got so fucking horny, he got me and Toad to spread Double's legs apart so he
could try to fuck Double's ass. Of course Double's ass was still filled with
bananas and grapes.

With some effort, Vagina finally got his modified dick up Double's squirming
hole. "Yeah," said Vagina. "I'm going to mash that fruit in your ass real
good." That's right Double. Keep squirming. I love fucking a man who tries to
resist."

On the other end I pinched Double's nose closed so he'd have to open his mouth.
Three held the stench filled jar at his lips ready to pour. At last Double
opened up for air and Three poured in the entire contents of the jar. I watched
as the thin yellow liquid, the cloudy broth and the orangy sediment emptied
into the gasping mouth. It remained there for only a few second before Double
spat it up into the air. A shower of disgusting spray bathed us all. The room
was hot and we were covered with sweat from the physicalness of our aromatic
orgy. With Double's foul spit, most of us were completely soaked. He continued
to spit indiscriminately while Vagina continued to fuck his ass.

For the first time since we started our filthy game, Double gave us all a big
smile. Vagina pulled out of his ass and I bent over to suck on it. Oh man!
Banana and shit was a compatible mix. It sweetened the shit. I felt the vaginal
opening in the dick and licked out bits of shit and banana that had lodged
there. Three Slit came back saying he wanted a taste. I aimed the dick toward
his mouth.

"Hey Double," I said, "raise up." Double planted his feet firmly on the floor
and pushed his hips off the floor. I positioned my mouth around Double's ass
hole. The rim of it was saturated with fuck juices which included bits of
mashed banana.

"Michael wants you to shit out the churned up fruit," Toad said. Double was
sucking on his outrageous green and craggy dick. I could feel Double's body
tense as he pushed to contract his bowels. Three stroked his cock as he sucked
on Vagina. They both watched me as they waited to see glimpses of Double's
macerated butt fruit emerge. Sure, I would unpucker my mouth when the time came
so they could watch it drop out onto my tongue.

When the time came, the fruity discharge oozed. Trapped pockets of air sent the
remaining chunks explosively into my mouth. Even his farts tasted of banana. I
chewed, savored and swallowed.

Vagina started to groan, "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!" Toad grabbed the jar.
Cum spurted from the tip and oozed from the vaginal opening. Toad caught the
spurt in the jar and moved it under Vagina's balls to collect the ooze of cum
that drooled down. I watched Three Slit next. Three forceful sprays shot out
into the jar.

"Everyone's gonna shoot their load back into the jar," he said as he positioned
the jar's mouth Hank's cock as it gushed. The white wads shot into it.
"Tomorrow after breakfast and... fruit, I'll continue to make a sperm
collection from the rest of our guests. Maybe we'll have several jars to play
with next week."

The rest of us took our turns ejaculating into the jar.

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