****** The Birthday Present by proflew@villagenet.com ******
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The Birthday Present


A few days before my birthday my friend Jim called to tell me that he had a big
surprise in store and he would pick me up on Friday evening at 7:00. The big
night arrived and Jim was on time. He refused to answer any questions; just
told me to get in the car, and then put a blindfold on me so that I couldn't
even see where we were going.

To confuse me even more, Jim pulled into a parking lot and drove around in
circles for a couple of minutes. By this time I had no idea where we were. The
total trip lasted about half an hour, and then it appeared we pulled into a
driveway and Jim shut off the car. He helped me out and, still blindfolded, I
was walked into a building. I sensed that there was another person present but
could not be sure. Giving me instructions Jim walked me down a flight of stairs
and told me to stand in a certain spot. He then gently tied my hands behind my
back and told me it was time to start my present.

Well, here I was, blindfolded, no idea where, and all of a sudden I feel
someone pulling down the fly of my khakis. The next thing I know I'm getting
soaked--someone has inserted his dick into my fly and is pissing. Warm, golden
liquid is cascading into my boxer briefs and down my pants legs. Finally the
flow stops, but is quickly replaced by another. This happens repeatedly, four
or five more times. Then Jim tells me to kneel down on the floor, and he helps
me stretch, full length. Now I feel a new flow of piss, this time wetting my
face and shirt. It is joined by a couple more, until I am soaked from the top
of my head to my feet. I open my mouth and some of the piss streams are
directed to my gaping, thirsty opening. I try to swallow but there is just too
damn much piss. Finally the piss stops. Then I hear Jim say that it's time for
the next part of my present. Gently he helps me to stand up, which I do, and he
unties my hands but leaves me blindfolded. I feel hands all over me, removing
my soaked clothes. My nipples are tweaked and my dick is stroked. It is already
hard from the hot piss action, and now, as it is manhandled by these unseen
guests, it grows longer and rigid. Finally, when I am completely stripped and
my hands retied, Jim moves me a few feet away and tells me to step up, over
what appears to be a ledge. I step up and in, then put my foot down and repeat
the process. Gently I am moved around and told to sit, my tied hands placed
behind my head. I feel cold porcelain, and it appears I am now sitting in a tub
of some sort.

Well, almost instantly, there is more piss. I sit there, trying to swallow,
enjoying the hot liquid, my skin now soaked. I also realize that the tub must
be stopped up, because the piss is staying in the bottom and I am quickly
sitting in a puddle that gets deeper as the piss flows. Finally the piss stops.
I am offered a bottle of beer that is held up to my mouth and I lap it up. I
have not yet pissed myself but I know that will come. I ask Jim how many guys
are here but he tells me to just enjoy and I'll meet them later. Then he
announces it is time for the rest of my present.

I soon sense someone sitting over me, but not actually on my body. I suddenly
feel something drop on my chest. I do not need to touch; instantly, the smell
reaches my nose and I know that one of the guys has taken a dump on me. I feel
one, two, three turds fall on my chest, just inches from my mouth. I cannot
reach out to touch because my hands are still tied behind me. Immediately I
feel and smell more shit, this time lower down, on my belly. I am frustrated
because I want to reach out, to handle the shit, to touch the asses that have
just provided their brown offering. Now I feel a hand on my body, rubbing the
shit around, working from one pile and then the other, spreading it around and
making a thin brown covering from my chest to my dick, standing at attention at
its full eight inches, head reaching out beyond the foreskin.

The feel and smell are driving me crazy. I yell out that I want more, that I
want to be a complete toilet. Then Jim tells me that I am about to get my wish.
I feel someone sit on my face, and I open my mouth. My tongue darts out, and I
quickly find the hole. I reach out with my tongue, working around the opening.
It is filthy, and I savor the tastes and smells. Then, after having cleaned the
skin, I push my tongue into the opening, forcing open the muscle, reaching in,
up, up the canal until I feel a hard lump and I know I have hit paydirt. I keep
licking as I feel the sphincter relax in response to my tongue action. Slowly,
slowly, I feel the lump start to move, forcing my tongue out of the hole and
back into my mouth, which is opened wide in preparation. My tongue is quickly
followed by a large log of shit, solid and full, which is about six inches
long. It breaks off in my mouth and the asshole gets off my face. The log is
firm and sticks out of my mouth an inch or two. I do not eat but, rather, savor
it, licking and teasing, as if I am gently sucking a cock. Suddenly I feel a
face against mine, a mouth touching the other end of the shit log, licking it
like I am. Our tongues meet and touch ever so lightly as we continue to gently
work on the shit log. Then, without warning, the other tongue pushes hard and
quickly into my mouth, mashing the shit log, kissing my mouth, pushing the shit
down my throat. I quickly reciprocate, pushing the quickly creaming shit into
the other mouth. We kiss hard, pushing it back and forth, until we both swallow
our mouthfuls. The other mouth then kisses my face, leaving residues of shit on
my skin, and finally gets up.

Now I sense and feel more shit being dumped on my body. I am so frustrated--my
hands are tied and I want so much to reach out, to grab it, to spread the turds
and logs all over my body, and to put some in my mouth. But others do that for
me. First I sense several dumps being taken, with shit falling from my neck to
my balls. Then several hands start to smear it all over, spreading it around.
One hand takes a log and places it gently against my mouth; I open wide and it
is pushed in. I savor the taste, rolling the shit around in my mouth. At the
same another hand paints my face, around the blindfold, from my forehead to my
neck, meeting the rest of the shit already layered on my body. I finally
liquify the shit in my mouth and swallow, then open my mouth and I am fed more.
When I am finished eating my fill and my mouth is empty another asshole sits
above my face. I hear a tremendous fart and, instantly, a pile of wet, gooey,
runny, messy shit cascades out of the hole and onto my face. I open my mouth
and some of the rank offering falls in, while the rest clings to my ears, nose
and the blindfold. The ass then moves closer and I use my tongue to wipe it
clean, savoring the putrid, bitter taste as only a true shit aficionado can.

Now the piss starts again. First one stream, then a couple more, on my body. I
tell them not to rinse all the shit off, but someone says, "Don't worry.
There's plenty more to come."

As the piss rolls off my body the tub is starting to fill, and I am now sitting
in three or four inches of liquid slime.

The piss interlude over, I am dumped on again, three or four more loads. Then
the logs are rubbed in, moistened by the piss on my body, creating a covering
of mud. One of the hands starts rubbing the shit on my dick, gently teasing and
prodding. My hands are tied, so I have no control over them, and the feeling is
exquisite. Ever so lightly my dick is teased and rubbed, starting at the head,
under the foreskin, then on top, and slowly down the shaft. Now the hands
becomes heavier, working with more shit, no longer light and gently, but firm
and fast. My dick has been at attention for almost an hour and I start to moan,
knowing that I cannot hold off very long. But as I moan the hand stops and
pulls away, and I yell out, "Don't stop. I'm ready to explode!"

Jim replies: "Well, this is gonna be one fuckin' big orgasm. Guys, start
working your dicks. And there's plenty of shit lube!"

I sense that the tub is now surrounded by hot, horny guys, and I feel several
hands scoop some of the remaining shit off my body. Then I feel one hand reach
down and start to stroke me again, while two others pinch my nipples. The hand
on my hard, throbbing dick grabs and squeezes. More shit is applied, and the
hand works the shaft, from the base of my balls up to the tip, pulling on my
foreskin as it reaches over the top, squeezing and pulling, until I start to
scream out, "Oh God, I'm coming, Oh God, Ohhhhhhh!" and hot jism spurts out of
my throbbing member, again and again, four, five, six times, more, the hand
still working my dick as I scream in ecstasy. As I cum I hear other voices yell
out and feel jism falling on my body, milky cum mixing with shit and piss.

Finally it is over. As dicks soften I am again bathed in piss, and this time I
piss myself. Still half hard, my stream flies up in the air and falls back down
on my body. Other streams are directed to my open mouth and I swallow greedily,
washing the last remnant from my mouth, though I will savor the bitter
aftertaste for another twenty-four hours.

Finally we are all spent. The others sigh with sexual exhaustion. Then they
start to sing "Happy Birthday" to me and as they do Jim unties my hands and
then removes my blindfold. I look up, surrounded by a dozen dicks attached to
bodies. All are gorgeous, most have shit smeared on their bodies. I look at
myself. I am sitting in a tub with at least half a foot of piss and shit water.
I absent-mindedly scoop up the glop and rinse it over my body. The guys
introduce themselves and all of us start saying what a wonderful time we had.
It has taken Jim almost a year to assemble this group, and we agree that we
will meet once a month for a shit party.

Our host, Tony, has a shower in the basement but most of the guys just put
their clothes on over their naked, brown covered bodies. Jim tells me he has
plastic on his car seats so, even though I am covered in shit, I simply pull on
my clothes, and we thank our host and leave. Jim asks me if I'm in a hurry to
get home and I tell him no, so he suggests we go to his house for the night. He
also comments that he knows I have not yet shit, and, boy, he sure is hungry!

But how we spend the rest of the night is another story... If you enjoyed this
story please let me know: proflew@villagenet.com

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