****** Shitty Days and Mondays by scat_hole@hotmail.com ******
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Shitty Days and Mondays


I hadn't been at my desk for more than an hour when I got that rumbling in my
gut that signaled trouble. I headed for the john at the end of the hall, but
never made it. What I thought would just be gas turned out to be a very mushy
load of morning-after-a-beer-drunk shit. I headed straight for the fire stairs,
intending to run home and change before anyone could see (or smell) me.

I closed the door quietly so as not to advertise my departure. My Nikes made no
sound as I hurried down to the parking garage. I almost didn't hear the groan
that stopped me from interrupting a very interesting happening.

On the landing between the third and fourth floors was my boss. Harry is mid-
fifties, balding and paunchy. He was kneeling in front of Ted, the mail room
clerk. Ted is a scrawny, 6'4" African-American of maybe 17-years-old. His baggy
pants bunched on the floor, and his HUGE ebony cock slid in and out of Harry's
mouth. And when I say huge, that's what I mean. The cock had to measure at
least twelve inches in length, and no less than four inches across. I had to
credit old Harry. He kept taking the monster clear up to Ted's kinky pubic
hair.

Ted groaned again and pulled his cock from Harry's mouth. A couple of strokes
from his hand and the one-eyed ass-splitter began spewing. Some of the globs of
thick, white cum landed in Harry's still-gaping mouth. Most of it coated his
face, clinging like obscene wads of glue.

Harry groaned. It was then that I noticed his stubby, uncut cock protruding
from the fly of his dress slacks. It began to shoot, too. The thing that I
loved about it was that nothing was helping it. Both of Harry's hands rested on
Ted's hips, yet his cock came anyway.

"Next time, how about inviting me to the party," I said as I stepped into their
view. I couldn't help but chuckle at the horrified look on their faces as I
stepped over Harry's feet and continued to the parking garage. As I drove home,
I couldn't shake the image of Ted's cock in Harry's mouth. That, coupled with
the warm mass that separated my ass-cheeks, had my cock at full alert. The shit
pushed up against my balls, and it became all I could do to keep from jacking
off as I drove.

I pulled into the alley behind the house I share with my fourteen-year-old son.
The back door stood ajar. This put me on alert, since I distinctly remembered
locking it when I left for work. I slipped quietly into the house ands down the
stairs. As I rounded the corner into the family room, I noticed a movement in
the shadow on the wall, so I peeked carefully.

Nothing could have prepared me for the sight I beheld. My son, Ray, was on his
hands and knees, naked, and astride another boy. It took a minute to recognize
the face of Ray's best friend, Billy, since he, too, was naked, and had Ray's
cock deep in his mouth. As Billy bathed his cock, Ray slurped on Billy's
hairless and rather immature cock.

If Ray was a good cock-sucker, Billy was a pro. He used his tongue to tease
Ray's balls and asshole in between deep-throating Ray's cock. As Billy's tongue
toyed with Ray's rosebud asshole, long strings of pre-cum would drool from the
little piss-hole of the surprisingly manly cock.

"I gotta..." Ray grunted.

"Let 'er rip," replied Billy.

Ray's tiny rosebud began to stretch and push out. A brown spot appeared at the
center. Billy raised his head to bury Ray's cock deep into his throat as the
turd began to make its way out of Ray's ass. It touched Billy's face almost
between his eyes, and then began to slide off to the side, as more shit was
forced from the hole.

"I'm gonna piss, too," Ray cried. His mouth had released Billy's cock as his
concentration turned to his own evacuation and upcoming climax. Only his hand
kept a steady stroke on Billy's cock.

Though he tried hard, Billy could not swallow the torrent of golden nectar that
flooded his mouth. Piss began to overflow and cascade down Billy's face. The
shit-log now had to be at least a foot long, and snaked its way across Billy's
face and down toward the floor.

I intended to remain out of sight, but the sight of my son acting out what had
long been my greatest fantasy proved too much for me. I stepped behind the boys
just as Ray's asshole squeezed the last of the now-fourteen inch piece of shit
from his hot hole. My pants slid to my knees. I scooped some of the mushy shit
from my own ass and used it to jack off with.

"I'm cumming," shouted Ray.

"Mmmuuugh..." grunted Billy, as his cock erupted in thick boy cream.

My cock began to spew cum. Some of it landed on Ray's back; much of it arched
well over his head and landed in the carpet. Only their own intense climaxes
kept them from seeing (and feeling) mine.

The boys collapsed on each other, still unaware of my presence. I knelt down
and took the turd-log from Billy's face. I cradled it gently in my hands and
began to lick it. I slipped one end into my mouth and began to face-fuck myself
with my son's shit. It was then that Ray noticed me.

"Dad...?"

I bit off the shit that was in my mouth and bent to Ray's face. I pressed my
shit-filled mouth to his and kissed him long and deep. His tongue darted into
my mouth and toyed with his shit.

"Hey, not that anybody cares" Billy's voice brought us out of our kiss, "but I
still gotta take a shit."

"Le' me have it," Ray and I chimed in unison.

I wish all my shitty days could be like today.

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