This story depicts acts of a homosexual nature and includes frank descriptions of watersports, raunch and scat. If you are underage or offended by this type of behavior, please do not read any further. If you like the story, please send me an email: nastybottom_in_vegas@yahoo.com
As 2:30 neared, I was beginning to wonder what the carpenter had in store for me today. Each time he had come to the house, he had kicked the scene up a notch. Could he sustain it or was it going to level off soon? In a way I hoped that he would just settle into a groove for a while. I mean, this was a lot raunchier than I had ever been before. Eating shit was a huge mental hurdle to jump let alone being expected to do it on a daily basis. I hadn't even dismantled the temporary toilet he had built at my front door. Why bother. Unless I had someone coming over I may as well leave it there for use the next day. Besides, it held a certain power over me.
At 2:20 I went into the bathroom, stripped and checked my asshole. Not shitty, but that didn't seem to matter to him. I went to the fridge and grabbed the poppers. In an odd sort of way, this was all beginning to become mundane, bit too normal. I went to the front door, laid back on the floor and took a deep hit from my little brown bottle. As the rush hit, I laid back and slid into my place. Suddenly I smelled the restroom and it hit me, this was exactly where I needed to be. This was my place. Waiting anxiously for a man who only wanted to shit on me and in my mouth. What a mind fuck.
Then, through the gap between the seat and the lid, I saw the light from the front door. He stepped in and closed the door behind him. I heard the sound of his zipper opening and the rustle of jeans as they were pushed down to his boots. He farted with a grunt, then he opened the lid and I was face to face with a complete stranger. "Holy fuck! What do I do? How do I react to this?" I was dumbfounded. I opened my mouth to speak, just as his piss stream hit me in the face. I quickly drank it down because he obviously knew what I was here for.
When he was done pissing I sputtered, "Who the fuck are you."
"Shut the fuck up faggot," he replied. "You're working off your buddy's loan."
My mind was racing. This guy had come in here to use me so he'd settle a loan? Jesus Christ! What am I becoming here? A pay toilet I guess.
"He said to do whatever I wanted to you... told me a few things you done for him. I ain't queer but I figgered I'd give it a try. Hell just watchin you drink my piss was worth the twenty bucks he owed me. I guess everything else is just gravy, huh? With that, he turned around and started to sit.
Fuck! I was about to do whatever this guy wanted for twenty dollars? And it wasn't even my debt! That's when I noticed it, this guys ass was fuckin hairy and looked like it had never seen a sheet of toilet paper...or a shower for that matter. His ass was, for the lack of a better word, crusty. I quickly hit on the poppers just as his filthy ass hit my face. The combination of everything happening, my emotions, the poppers and this really funky asshole were making me crazy. My mind sort of shut down and my sex drive took over and I just dug in. I think I took him by surprise because he let out a startled grunt as I dove in with my tongue.
I began licking wide slow strokes to loosen all the crud, then went back for a second pass to remove it and swallow it down. The old stuff had a much mellower taste than the fresh shit I had been eating from the carpenters hole, that surprised me a little. I thought it would be the other way around. After I was done cleaning up the older shit, I went in for the creamy stuff waiting on his hole. After licking and slurping it down, I started to dig into the hole. As soon as I pressed my tongue in there, he blasted a fart in my face that would have stopped a charging rhino. Wow, what the fuck did this guy eat? I sniffed up what I could, with my eyes watering and went back to my tongue work. I felt him bear down and his asshole opened to reveal the huge end of a hard turd. He wasn't wasting any time. This turd was nothing like my carpenter's shit. He must have been saving it, letting it pack up at his hole. Luckily it was a short one and I was able to swallow it whole. Again, I gagged a little but managed to not puke in his ass.
He got up and turned around, he looked me in the face and said, "Open your mouth." I did. "Nice. You swallowed it?" He asked.
"Yes SIr." I replied back.
"You like eating a real man's shit. Don't ya?" He said, smiling.
"Yes SIr." I said again...and damn it, I meant it.
"Good fuckin' deal. Never had a man... or a woman either who'd eat my shit. That's fuckin' nasty! Looks like I need to start loaning him more money." He chuckled. "He told me there was a hole in the wall. I guess that's it." He cocked his head to the side to motion to the glory hole.
I took that as an order and slid out of the toilet and crawled around to the hole. I placed my mouth around the opening and waited for his cock to come through. I was there for a few seconds and then heard him hawk up some spit. Before I could react, his spit wad hit me in the back of the throat. I instinctively pulled my head back, but swallowed anyway.
"Back to the hole faggot. That's not the worst you are gonna get today." He said, prompting me to timidly place my mouth against the hole. Another big hawking sound and the spit hit the back of my throat again. "Let me see you swallow it." I pulled back a little and swallowed. "Back on the hole" Again, I wrapped my lips around the glory hole. This time I felt his rough finger running around the inside of my mouth, then across my tongue as if wiping something off. At first the taste was familiar but what was it? He had picked his fuckin' nose and was wiping his snot on my tongue. I almost hurled. "Let me see you swallow." He ordered and I complied. "Back on the hole."
This time, his cock came through and landed on my tongue. His dick was nasty. It must have been a week since he washed the damned thing. It tasted of dried piss and cum and my mouth was watering around it. I had barely gotten used to the taste before he started pumping my mouth. Thankfully he didn't last very long, and the taste of his cum splattering my tongue was a welcome relief from the taste of his unwashed cock. He left his cock in my mouth for a few seconds as it started to shrink. Then he let fly with another load of piss. I drank it down, he zipped up and started to walk out.
"Good job, fag," he said. "You best be getting back under the seat, you got more work to do." Then he closed the lid and walked out the door.
"What the fuck?" I thought to myself. Surely it's not another stranger. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water to rinse my mouth out. I took another deep hit of poppers and slid in as the door opened again. This time, same story, zipper, pants going down, lid opening. It was my carpenter.
"Don't say a word fag. Sorry I done that to ya, but I needed him off my back and hell, you aint nothin' but a public shitter anyway. You probably got off on it." He said. "Since ya done so good, I'm gonna give you your choice. You can lay there and open your mouth, or you can stick your mouth or cunt, whatever you want, up against that hole."
I thought for a moment and made up my mind. I slid out and placed my asshole up against the gloryhole after spreading a quick smear of my own spit on it. He pressed his cock against my hole and in one breathtaking move, slammed himself balls-deep into my guts. I gasped and he began pumping. After a few minutes, he started to pick up his pace. He was power driving my hole and I was loving it. His pace got faster and his strokes got harder and finally with a shudder, he filled my guts with his hot jizz. I just sort of settled into the wall and he stayed inside me. That was when I felt it, the warm feeling spread through my lower bowel and even began to feel good as he emptied his bladder into me. He was pissing into my guts. I thought he'd never stop, but finally the building pressure seemed to even out. He slowly pulled out and simply said, "mouth."
I spun around, clenching my ass cheeks together to keep the piss in and placed my mouth against the hole. He slid his cock in for a good cleaning and when he was satisfied with my work, turned around and sat on the shitter. With my belly beginning to cramp, I slid into the john, just in time to catch a turd to the forehead. He lifted up a little and positioned his hole above my mouth and sat squarely on it. I licked him clean and teased his hole. I guess since he had already cum, he was done with me. He lifted up, used some toilet paper to wipe himself and dropped the paper onto the pile on my face. He pulled up his pants, closed the lid and walked out.
As I laid there in the dark, I slowly began to stroke myself. I figured that was the end of the day's session, then I heard a knock on the door. I thought I'd just ignore it and maybe they'd go away, but I guess the force of the knock caused the door to open a bit. The carpenter must not have closed it very well. I froze, who the hell could it be?
"What the...?" I heard.
The voice sounded familiar. Fuck, could it be...? I didn't have to wait long for the answer. The lid opened slowly to reveal my terrified face, covered with shit and toilet paper to my next door neighbor, Joe.