****** Quick and Dirty by loopy ******
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Quick and Dirty


This is a true story.

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I took a shit into a guy's mouth yesterday. I don't even know his name. I'll
call him John, for obvious reasons.

I've only fed shit to a guy on one previous occasion - and it was much
different. The last time, I was in a porno video both, and the guy I was with
was kneeling behind me, sucking on my ass. At his urging, I was trying to fart
into his mouth, but apparently I was pushing with a bit too much force - or
perhaps he was sucking a little bit harder than he should have been.
Regardless, he ended up with a small turd in his mouth, courtesy of my ass. We
were both taken quite off guard, and I just had to laugh - it's not every day
that a guy accidentally shits into another guy's mouth. Anyway, as it turned
out, the guy was totally turned on by the whole incident despite the fact that
he'd never eaten shit before - which I guess isn't such a big stretch, seeing
as he was into having me fart in his face in the first place. So he swallowed
the little turd, and I had him lick my asshole clean so that I wouldn't get my
underwear all stained on my way home. The incident was wild - although I had
fantasized about raunch for many years before it happened, so it wasn't like
participating in a scat scene was outside of the realm of possibilities for me.
But anyway, yesterday's event - the one with John - took me considerably
further than that first encounter.

I met John in an internet chat room. He uses the nick "Raunchman", leaving
little to the imagination. I've actually spoken with him several times in the
past, so I knew already that he considers himself versatile - that he can play
either top, or bottom, or both - depending on who he's with and how the scene
plays itself out. Based on my very limited experience playing the bottom role
in mildly dirty scenes, it has become pretty clear to me that encounters
involving another guy using me as his toilet are meant to satisfy me in fantasy
only. I've decided that I will never again play bottom in real life situations
involving scat.

But playing top is a different thing entirely.

So anyway, it had been quite some time since I'd encountered John in the chat
room, and I had been thinking quite a bit about the possibility of meeting up
with him and taking a dump on him. I wasn't sure where he'd want my shit - on
his chest, in his mouth, or someplace else entirely. I just knew that I wanted
to try playing the top role in a scat scene again - fully planned this time, as
opposed to by accident, like my first encounter. I'd been looking for him for
weeks with this thought in mind, but whenever I checked in the chat room, he
wasn't around - until yesterday.

He was pretty bloody excited as we made plans to have me go to his place - but
told me he was very nervous as well. So was I. The idea of allowing another man
to see my face and know that I'm the guy who likes to have sex involving shit -
even though he likes the exact same thing - somehow it felt like I was placing
a lot of trust into the hands of this complete stranger. But I was pretty
determined, and besides, I felt that he had more reason to be concerned about
trusting me than I had to be worried about trusting him. After all, I was
simply to be supplying the shit. He'd be the one eating it. In my mind, it was
clear that my role in the encounter we were planning was not nearly so
degrading as his.

As I drove to his place, I had visions of how the scenario might progress. I
was bringing along poppers and some weed. I thought maybe we'd share the weed
while watching a raunch video together - I'd already told John that I'd be
bringing a couple of videos I had ordered over the internet. I figured that
getting high together would take the edge off of the encounter, and watching
the video would allow us to build up some anticipation for what was to come. In
my mind, I figured we'd spend some time fucking around together before we got
into the real dirty stuff.

By the time I arrived at John's home, my nervousness had largely subsided. He
was waiting outside of his door as I pulled up and parked out front. He was
quite a good looking man - 35 years old, about 5'10" and 175 lbs. He had sandy
blonde hair and blue eyes, and had an outdoorsy look about him - like he'd seem
right at home in some sort of mountain equipment commercial. I am six years
younger, have a smaller, but still athletic build, and I could tell by the
smile on his face that John was pleased with my looks.

As he led me inside, I quickly discovered that John's expectation of our time
together was completely different than my own. I had already told him when we'd
chatted earlier that I would loan him the videos - and that I didn't need them
back right away. He'd never seen scat videos before, and he snatched them from
my hand rather greedily. He told me that he was concerned that his room mate
might come home - even though his room mate was at work, and not due home for
hours. As I slid off my boots, John grabbed them and tossed them into the back
of the entrance closet, so that they wouldn't be seen if his room mate showed
up.

"Just keep your clothes on for now", he said, anxiety in his voice. "Take them
off in my room. It's best that all of your stuff be in my room". He was
climbing up his staircase as he spoke, looking back at me as if I wasn't moving
quite fast enough as I followed him.

We entered his room, and he tossed the videos onto his dresser - obviously he
had no plans to watch them with me, as there was no T.V. in his bedroom. He
didn't flip on the light, and his blinds were drawn. I blinked a few times to
adjust to the relative darkness, and realized that John had already removed all
of his clothes and was lying on his back on the bed. The little bit of light
making its way past the drawn blinds allowed me to see that John had quite a
nicely developed chest, covered with a fair bit of light brown hair.

"You can put your clothes over there, by the dresser", John said, clearly
trying to get me to hurry up and disrobe. I told him about the weed I'd brought
as I pulled at my socks. "Oh, I can't have any of that", he said. "They do drug
tests at my work. And besides, I wouldn't want my room mate to smell it when he
gets home". So I tossed him the poppers, and he started sniffing them greedily
as I finished getting undressed.

Naked, I walked over to the bed and stood next to it. "Well", I said, resigned
to the fact that we'd be doing things John's way - quick and dirty - "How do
you want this to work?".

"First I want to suck your cock", he answered.

I crawled onto the bed and straddled his chest, my semi-hard cock pointing at
his lips. He lapped at the head and sucked it back through his lips, and I
slowly slid forward, poking it further into his mouth. He seemed to like this,
so as my cock hardened, I thrust my hips back and forth, gently fucking his
face.

After a few short moments, he asked me to slide forward, so that my asshole was
over his lips. I complied, and he began to rim me, and I slid my ass around on
his lips, feeling him push his tongue up deep inside of me. I knew that my ass
was packed with shit, but I didn't want to push anything out just yet - I
figured that it would be nice to just enjoy having my ass sucked for a while
first. But once again, John was impatient. He stuck his finger up my ass - and
let out a moan as he felt the turd waiting for him in my chute.

"Push it out just a little bit", he asked, in an almost pleading voice. I
strained a bit and forced the log of shit towards his waiting lips. Looking
over my shoulder at his face, I grunted out a small turd - perhaps two inches
long - and it fell directly into his waiting mouth. It felt fucking surreal.

He chewed on my shit, but didn't swallow. He seemed to be playing with it on
his tongue. I watched as he jerked his cock, his mouth in constant motion. It
almost looked like he was in a bit of a trance. After a while, he pushed the
mashed up turd from his mouth and took it into his hand, examining it for a few
seconds before depositing it on his chest.

"Now, push out more", he said, his voice still sounding desperate. "Push out a
lot if you can".

Still looking back at him, I put pressure on my gut, forcing more shit towards
his eager face. I shit out three turds, one immediately after the other, each
one about three inches long. They landed over his mouth and chin, poking at his
nose.

It's hard to explain how it felt for me at that moment. It's was the weirdest
feeling, realizing that I was taking a dump on the face of another man. Despite
the fact that I was jerking on my cock as I looked down at my turds laying on
John's face, the situation didn't feel particularly sexually arousing. It just
felt weird - almost like I was on a strange planet, witnessing something that
made no sense to me based on anything I'd experienced in my own world. And this
was despite the fact that I have fantasized countless times about sex involving
scat, and despite the previous experience I'd had shitting into the guy's mouth
in the porno booth. And as John moved his hand to his face, and stuffed all
three of my turds into his mouth, I literally shook my head back and forth as
if to wake myself up.

Back in his trance-like state, John chewed the huge wad of shit in his mouth
for several moments before once again spitting it into his hand, and placing it
next to the first hunk of shit on his chest.

"Sit right down on my lips now", he instructed, "And push the rest of your shit
right into my mouth".

I could tell that I still had a fair bit of shit up my hole waiting to be
expelled, and I wondered if John would regret this request. I didn't bother
arguing, however, and sat the weight of my body down onto his face. I felt him
forcing his tongue up my hole as I pushed my shit towards my target. I could
feel the shit forcing its way past his lips and into his mouth, but it was
difficult to tell how much I was cramming into him. He started to choke a bit,
so I pulled up, looking back over my shoulder at his face once again. His upper
lip was completely brown with my smeared shit, and there was shit packed up
into his nostrils. For the first time, the smell of it hit me, and I gagged
several times, wondering how the hell he had managed to not gag at all
throughout the entire ordeal. His mouth was moving wildly, mashing up my shit
with his teeth, and this time, I could see that he was swallowing it down. I
winced at the thought, still smelling the foulness in the air. I had to turn
away from looking at him, fearing that I might puke if I continued to stare at
his shit-covered face and to smell the rank stench of my shit.

After some time, John spoke again, informing me that he would be licking my ass
clean. It occurred to me that he wasn't in a great position to be cleaning my
asshole with his shit-covered lips and tongue, but I said nothing and allowed
him to lap at my ass crack anyway. I could feel his body vibrating as he jerked
at his cock while cleaning up my ass. After a short time, he pulled his mouth
away from me, announcing in a loud voice, "I'm going to cum!". I looked back at
his cock just as it began to spurt white liquid all over the turds on his
chest. He shot over and over again, his body tense beneath me. Still panting
from his efforts, he slid out from under me, scooped up the hunks of cum-
covered shit from his chest, and slipped off the bed towards the bathroom. "I
have to take a shower", he stated, as if this might not seem obvious to me.

I remained kneeling on his bed for a few moments, feeling what might best be
described as a mild sense of shock as I listened to the water spraying in the
shower, cleaning my shit from John's body. Again, having never experienced such
a surreal encounter, it was hard for me to get a grip on the feelings and
thoughts swirling around inside of me.

I reached over and picked up my poppers, which were laying on the bed, smeared
with shit. Once again, I gagged as I crawled off the bed and headed into the
bathroom myself. I washed off the poppers in the sink, soaping them up several
times over to ensure that I wouldn't find any shit residue on them at a later
time. Then, grabbing some toilet paper, I wiped the crack of my ass - which
was, as I had expected, still filthy.

John exited the shower and asked me if I needed to use it as well. I resisted
the urge to roll my eyes as I pushed past him and into the shower stall. I felt
a sense of relief as I scrubbed at my body, getting rid of the evidence, so to
speak.

John was already dressed when I finished my shower. He was standing beside my
clothes with an anxious look on his face, which I interpreted to mean that he
wanted me to get dressed and leave immediately.

"I could never do that", I said to him, pulling up my jeans. "I could never do
what you just did".

He chose not to respond to my comment, although he didn't look at all
embarrassed by it. If anything, he looked somewhat proud of himself.

"How many guys have you met in the chatroom who have shit for you?", I asked
him.

"None", he answered, surprising me. "You're the first. A lot of guys talk about
it, but no one has yet agreed to meet with me, until today".

"How long have you been hanging out in the chat room looking for guys to feed
you shit?", I asked.

"Years", he replied.

And I realized at that moment that for all of the men I've chatted with online
or who I've exchanged email messages with regarding raunch activity, probably
the great majority of them have never truly had a real encounter involving
scat. As I drove home, still shaking my head in disbelief at the 15 short but
bizarre minutes I had just spent with John, his words rang over and over again
in my head - "A lot of guys talk about it...".

So, this story is for those guys. It's not a fantasy - and maybe it's not even
all that titillating. But this is the truth about what it was really like to
feed another man my shit.

written by loopy
email encouraged: loop_fruit@hotmail.com