Depraved

DEPRAVED--Part 1

I hadn't planned anything that year. Birthday's didn't mean a hell of a lot to me. I was just sitting home alone watching the new porno movie I got in the mail, slowly jacking my cock. When the doorbell rang, I quickly stuffed it back into my shorts. It was still hard, but fuck 'em. If they come to my door they get what they get. I was almost horny enough to just let it hang out and shock the shit out of 'em.

"Jack Bergman?" the boy at the door scowled. What a hunk! About 18, short, blonde, tan, and the hottest fucking body I'd seen in a long time. A very slim waist, bulging crotch, and mini muscles that filled out his tank-top quite nicely.

"That's me," I replied.

"It's your birthday, Jack, and I got a present for you." He pushed his way through the doorway. "I made it myself!"

I closed the door in a trance from his beauty. Must be a joke from one of my friends. He didn't carry anything. Nothing, that is, except that full pouch between his legs. He moved into the center of the room and stared at me defiantly, but not menacingly.

"Kneel down, Jack, and I'll deliver my present," he pointed at the floor in front of him.

I was more than willing to go along with THIS. Obviously, someone had hired a hustler for me. I knelt down, quite prepared to suck off this incredible beauty till my mouth fell off. He stood there, saying nothing, then started to remove his pants. Nothing else, just his pants. He slipped them over his white tennis shoes and threw them aside. No shorts. His big floppy dick swung back and forth. I reached for it.

He slapped my hand away and turned around. He yanked off his tanktop and stuck his butt in my face, pulling his cheeks apart.

"I gotta shit, man. I got a long fat turd in there and it's all yours. Put your lips on my asshole and I'll shit it into your mouth."

"WHAT!" I cried, looking up.

He looked at me over his shoulder and ordered, "GET READY, JACK. I been saving it up for you for three days and it's coming out now, one way or another.

Sure enough, his anus was opening and I could see the beginning of a brown cylinder. He must have been saving up because his hole just kept on expanding, getting wider and wider. What a sight watching this fantastically beautiful ass in the process of slowly expelling an enormous turd!

"I'll go as slow as I can, Jack, so's you can play with it. But lick on it fast cause I don't think I can hold it long."

I stared, mesmerized, and replaced his hands on his buttocks with mine. The hole was expanded a good two inches in diameter, but the turd had not yet reached the opening. It just waited there. I pressed my face close and started licking his dark corrugated anal lips, running my tongue around and around that great big circle, brushing against the turd. I could smell it, of course, but surprisingly it wasn't all that strong.

"Wow!" said the kid. "Your tongue feels good on my hole. I'm able to hold it, for now. I'll push it out some."

I watched intently as a couple of inches came at me then stopped. It was extremely firm and sectioned, a light amount of glistening assjuice covering it. I licked the assjuice off one side then swung my tongue under and around to the other side of it and licked it there. I cleaned each succeeding quarter-inch of that turd as it came into view, running my tongue over the anus from where it was being expelled.

"Won't be long now, Jack. Suck it and I'll shit down your throat!"

As good as his word, I no sooner had started to suck on the end of his turd--putting my mouth over it and running my tongue around it--than it began to push at the back of my throat. IT WAS ALL COMING OUT NOW! I reached up with both my hands and cradled it as it came out. I had to keep moving my head backwards the longer it got. My eyes bulged out, not from the invasion of my mouth but from the sight of this tremendously long column being expelled from his rectum. My mind pictured how this must have looked. My mouth full and his ass bent over, pushing this big thing out of his hole. I wished I had a movie of it.

"OH! I'M SHITTIN' MAN. I'M SHITTING RIGHT IN YOUR MUTHERFUCKIN' MOUTH!"

I backed up more. I had to. By the time I watched his anus contract and squeeze off the last of it, about 16 inches of hot steamy turd lay along my arm--ALL IN ONE PIECE! He straightened up and turned around.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JACK!" He smiled. "Taste good? Gonna chew on it? Gonna swallow my shit?" He looked down at me, my mouth stuffed and my eyes watering.

His cock had lengthened and mine had long ago pushed out of my shorts. I let the formation slip from my mouth and lowered the entirety of it to the floor.

"Let me clean your asshole!" I panted. "This thing is too overwhelming, but let me suck on your hole. Please. I'll lick the shit offa your asshole!"

He turned again and I looked at his asshole. A fine line ringed his anus and I applied my mouth to it. I licked it up and down and cleaned it thoroughly. The kid pressed down with his muscles and popped a little ball into my mouth. I fell onto my back and grabbed my throbbing cock. As I pounded it the pre-fluid flowed profusely. I chewed on the extra little offering he had bestowed. At the moment I swallowed it I came violently. The boy quickly straddled me.

"Here, man, wash it down with this!" He stuck his cock between my lips and shot a heavy load. I swirled it around in my mouth, over my teeth, and swallowed the whole mixture. "Want me to piss?" he asked.

"Ah, no. I don't think so." I was exhausted and somewhat ashamed at my own lascivious behavior.

"OK," he said, nonchalantly. "Some guys like it."

His manner had softened considerably. He sat down next to me, still stroking his softening cock.

"So, Jack, did you like it?"

I looked at him increduously. "Who the hell are you? You come in here and...and SHIT IN MY MOUTH, and I don't even know you. Who sent you?"

"Yeah...but did you like it?"

"Well, yeah. I guess I did, kinda," I answered honestly.

"Good. Happy Birthday, again. Donny said you would."

"Donny?"

"Yeah, you know, Donny--the street kid. He said you sucked a turd outta his ass once and that you'd pay me $100 if I did it. He said act kinda rough and don't take no for an answer. He said if you didn't go for it, he'd pay me $20. But you didn't fight it much, didya!" he laughed.

"No, I guess I didn't," I admitted, a little ashamed.

"Hey, don't be embarrassed. I don't mind. I mean, I never did it before, but lots of guys like to lick my ass, and several have me piss on them or in their mouths."

"But doesn't it disgust you?" I asked.

"Fuck no," he said. "I'd never do what you did, but...well, I did let one guy piss in my mouth once. But I didn't care for it much. Actually, this was kinda exciting. You spend your whole life shitting in a toilet and suddenly some guy wants you to do it in his mouth. That's a really different experience! Man, I really gave out, didn't I? Never shot a turd like that before in my life! Donny told me to save it up for a few days and eat lotsa peanut butter. He said you'd really get off on it. I guess he wasn't wrong. I was surprised that you're so young. I expected some old fart."

"That little bastard!" I cried. "I mean, I'd never done anything like that before him. Never even thought about it. But I had him over me, that cute little ass staring me in the face, and I was eatin' it like crazy. I was really on the rail and he was licking it wildly, blowing me as I rimmed him. Suddenly he said he had to get up and take a shit. I was ready to pop and wasn't about to let go of that ass of his. Without thinking, I said `Go ahead and shit, kid. Just don't leave.' I clamped my mouth over his asshole again and resumed my rimming. Before I knew what was happening, that sweet little hole opened up and a steamy little boyturd shot right into my mouth. The moment my tongue touched his shit column, I came thunderously. IT WAS SO NASTY! My orgasm had me so fucking excited I ate that little boy's turd right down. He's was so beautiful I felt that nothing that came out of that hot orifice was bad."

"Damn!" he exclaimed. "I see. I guess I thought you'd been eating shit all your life or something. That little pecker really pulled a fast one, didn't he?"

"He sure did!" I agreed. "But what can I say? I certainly sloppered all over your shitty hole, didn't I? I must like it. Tell me, did you mean to shoot that last one out?"

"You mean that little turdball you ate?" he laughed. "Yeah, I thought you'd like it."

I looked at him and my prick began to rise again. "I did, man. You got any more in there?" I fingered his butthole. His cock rose instantly.

"I don't know. Shove it in. Shove your finger in and find out for yourself! Man, that turns me on. I really like things up my butt. Pricks, tongues, fingers. Let me suck your cock!" He pulled off his tank-top and straddled me, sucking in my dick and pushing his ass in my face.

I probed his hole, searching and exploring. I reached way in and sure enough I touched something. And I wanted it to come out. I really wanted it. I didn't want to eat it, I just wanted to see it, to smell it, to watch it push open his anus and plop out.

He lifted himself from my cock. "Find anything?"

"Oh, yeah," I assured him with excitement in my voice. "I sure did. There's more in there and I want you to push it out. I wanna see! I wanna watch it! Shit on my chest and I'll lick your hole out again."

He grunted and groaned, then farted a couple of times. "Sorry about that," he apologized.

"Forget it, man. Your farts smell like roses to me right now. Push. Push that hot turd out. SHIT ON ME!"

He groaned again and soon the portal opened. How beautiful, I thought, watching those lips open wide, expanding and hugging a perfectly formed 6-inch tube. I saw the anus contract as it left. I fingered the turd as it exited, then allowed it to drop onto my neck. It fell to the side as I raised my face and pressed my mouth to his asshole. I ran my tongue around the outside until it was clean, then shoved it inside and licked out his rectum. He was breathing heavily, but had let go of my cock for some reason. I wanted to cum again but needed the stimulation.

He got off of me and, turning around, sat right down on my cock--driving it up into his empty canal.

"Oooh, yeah. You don't get all the fun, Jack. Fuck me with that big piece of meat. Shove it up my ass and fuck me hard! But let me come first."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because after I cum, I'm gonna piss all over you with your cock shooting up my ass!"

He bounced on my stiff throbbing cock as I jacked him off. I was able to lean forward and catch his load in my mouth as he shot off. And did he shoot! I drank down a real hefty load, still driving my cock upward into his asshole. I slowed my pace then, allowing his orgasm to subside, and letting him concentrate on what he was about.

"Now, don't move, Jack," he ordered. "Just let my asshole milk your cock. If we move I won't be able to hit your mouth. You want my piss, don't you, Jack?"

"More than anything, uh...damn. I don't even know your name!"

"Just call me Nasty!" he cried, lifting his balls and tickling the underside of his pretty cock. It was still hard and I wondered if he was going to be able to piss through it. I stayed perfectly still as his talented asshole squeezed and milked my prick just as he said it would.

"PISS ON ME, NASTY!" I cried, ready to cum. "PISS RIGHT IN MY MOUTH IF YOU CAN!" I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue in passionate anticipation.

"OK, I'm ready!" he cried, aiming his prickhead right at me. His hot butthole was still doing incredible things to my cock.

I remained perfectly still and watched the hole in his knob open and begin to spray. The cum left in his canal caused the first few spurts to go off in several directions. Then it settled down to a steady stream. It went over my face and hair until he adjusted it. As his sphincter muscles grabbed ahold of my shaft it also made the stream of piss as violent as a fire hose. For a couple of minutes it didn't let up. It went directly into my mouth in one continuous flow and I drank his fluids down thirstily. My cock exploded in his ass. I must have shot pints into his hole as his anus contracted and expanded. I don't remember a more intense orgasm.

When his flow began to subside and dribble onto my chest, he rose off my cock and adjusted to a 69 position.

"Suck it, Jack. Suck your cum out of my asshole!"

And with that he dove onto my cock and sucked it, licking off his own assjuices and my cum. I looked at his dripping asshole and licked it quickly. My cum was starting to squeeze out. He was pushing it out. I clamped my mouth over the opening and sucked out everything I had just put in there. He helped by exerting pressure to shit it right into my mouth. I swallowed everything and actually came down his sucking throat in another tremendous orgasm.

After a few minutes of rest he leaned up on one elbow and said, "Boy, are you gonna have a tummy ache! You got my turd, my piss, my cum, and your cum in there." He then leaned over and kissed me passionately, dribbling into my mouth. "There's some more of your cum and my spit. I don't have anything else to give you. You got it all!"

I laughed, and so did he. It had been marvelous. Nasty, gross, and filthy. I would never be the same. I gladly paid him his $100 but he returned half of it.

"I need the bread, Jack. But after all, you didn't really set this up."

"Keep it, Nasty. You were worth all of it and more."

"Well, okay. Say, maybe I can set you up with some of the boys on the street in return. There's this 14-year-old doll with an ass you'll just drool over. I've even tasted it myself. He's young, but he's so jaded he'll get into anything. Probably even enjoy the change. I'm sure he wouldn't mind shitting or pissing for you...for a price, of course. And some of the other boys, too. They'll go for it. They need the money."

"No," I said, "I couldn't expose them to such things. They're too young."

"Fuck that, man. These guys are on the street by choice. Sure, they need the money. But they like sex, and they're street-wise. Better you than some weirdo pulling the same trip on them. You can be trusted."

It came about...I became a complete pervert. A small group of 7 boys became my regulars. Many times we had group parties. The boys didn't mind sucking and fucking with each other for my pleasure--and my money. I would move around from couple to couple, or group to group, fondling, licking, sucking assholes and cocks at my leisure. Always at these group occasions two boys would prepare their bowels a couple of days in advance. They drew lots, so I never knew who was prepared to give. It didn't matter. I loved every single asshole in the group, and willingly sucked turds from them. I usually didn't eat them, just enjoyed sucking on them as they came out of those incredibly sweet buttholes.

The exceptions were Donny, and Grant--the 14-year-old Nasty told me about. He really was an incredible beauty. And of course Donny's beauty had started me on this perverted course. They delighted in taunting me, in jest, and once, when they had both been chosen by lot, they suddenly rose in the middle of an orgy and stood side-by- side, bending over.

"Jack!" cried Donny, "get over here and suck out our turds! We got real big stinky ones for you. We're going to shit at the same time, right in your face!"

Nothing could have kept me from kneeling behind those boys in anticipation. Just watching those sweet little anuses opening up sent me into a delirium. I moved my mouth from asshole to asshole, running my tongue around inside, smelling and licking their boyturds as they were slowly expelled. I watched those lovely little pink holes gradually expand to enormous widths, hugging those tubes as they slipped out ever more rapidly, without possibility of retraction. Too fast, I thought to myself in frustration. Much too fast! Nature did not allow for the savoring of this act. I caught Donny's turd in my hand and ate the other boy's.

Whenever I ate shit, the other boys would gather around and watch me, jacking off. They wouldn't do it themselves, of course, but they definitely got a perverse excitement from watching me do it. They actually delighted in getting picked by the lot. There was something incredibly sexy, they said, in being in a crowd of sucking and fucking guys and actually shitting in an older guy's mouth. They even arranged positions. I would be fucking one boy on his back, while another was pumping into his mouth. I would lean over and suck a turd out of the ass of the boy getting sucked. It always made me come at the same moment. And the boy would come in the other boy's mouth right after shitting. One of my favorite positions was to have a boy not expecting to shit that day sit on the couch with his legs up and back. Two boys would hold his legs back to his chest, exposing his hole completely. I kneel down and, after much licking and sucking and sticking my tongue deep inside, I would stick two fingers in and pry his anus apart, loosening it up, coaxing a little turdlet to come out. The boy would strain and push while I just attach my mouth to his asshole and wait. Before long my mouth will slowly be rewarded with a hot little nugget. I suck it in then raise up and jam my stiff cock up his ass fucking away like crazy while I chew on his steamy turdlet. The kid would usually be sucking off one of his holders while the other blows him.

But usually, I never had to wait for my turds. In preparation for the orgy, the boys had held off for so long that they actually had to kinda squeeze their assholes shut for most of the last day. Needless to say, this was cause for much joking between the boys, and the favorite, of course, about someone being full of shit was much overused.

One orgy, when they were all just arriving, 17-year-old Bill came into the room, ripped off his shirt and immediately dropped his pants.

"Jack!" he cried. "Quick, man, this turd's coming out now, and I can't stop it!"

Sure enough, even though the boy was standing straight up, the power of that turd was such that it just pushed his buttocks wide apart and he shit a long one right there onto the floor. It must have been 10 inches hanging out of his ass before it pinched off. Everyone laughed, including myself, but I was soon down there lapping away at the sweet portal from which it came. Because it had pushed violently through his buttocks, they were slightly smeared. That didn't stop me. Not with this pretty butt! I licked it off and cleaned his pinky hole thoroughly. Don't get me wrong, of course shit doesn't taste good. It becomes tasty because of its beautiful origins. Anything out of those heavenly holes had to be good!

The boys would get into pissing, though. They wouldn't drink it, but they often pissed on each other, and rather enjoyed it. The older boys loved to make the younger ones kneel before them and piss into their mouths. They thought they were being dominant, but the lads were enjoying the hell out of it. They had fewer inhibitions. They'd allow the piss to squirt into their mouth, continually pushing it back out again.

Only Frankie actually got a craving for it. Frankie was 19. He let Donny piss in his mouth one day and the force of it accidentally sent some down his throat. He wouldn't let the older guys piss in his mouth, at first, but he was always going around to the younger ones, coaxing them to let him drink their salty urine. After several months, however, he was soon drinking all our piss.

There was another revelation. Nasty (I never did learn his real name, he wanted to be called Nasty from that time on) surprised us all during one extremely hot session. The lot had been drawn by the 14-year-old Grant and the last to join us, a 20-year-old punkboy, Jim. Jim had been recruited by Nasty, as all the others had, but Jim was older than the others and was not a street hustler. He was just a free spirit Nasty had tricked with, and I had the feeling Nasty brought him into the group more because of his own attraction to his big cock than any consideration for me. Still, he fit in quite well. Most of the boys craved sucking his cock, and I liked it up my ass--especially while I was eating turds. That massive weapon--it must have been about 9 inches long--pounding into my ass always seemed to spur me on. I can safely say that his cock caused me to eat more shit than I normally would have done. If I was intent on only licking it, Jim's stiff tool pressing against my prostate would inflame me so that I ended up completely devouring any turd that came within range. The boys knew that if Jim ever had me on my back with my legs pressed against my chest and his massive organ pounding away at my insides, all they had to do was squat right down onto my face and I would suck out all the shit they could give me--lot or no lot. They conspired together once, beforehand, and I ended up eating all six of their turds while they shit them into my mouth one after another and Jim fucked my ass royally.

Anyway, back to the story. Grant was producing for me a fine specimen. I was licking his anus and all around the brown column that was being presented to me. I was fully intent on eating this morsel completely. Grant was taking his time. He had tremendous control of his anal muscles. He could almost shit on command. I'd enjoyed the taste around his hole, and had just put my mouth over the end of his lovely turd and was sucking on it.

Suddenly, Jim pressed against us and declared, "Jack, I gotta let loose! I just can't wait my turn."

I hadn't even known he was the other boy who had drawn the lot. I had licked his asshole, of course, many times. But had never taken his turd. The idea excited me--as I knew it would some day. He was a very goodlooking guy, even if he was a bit strange. And that cock of his had given me so much pleasure over the last few weeks that I was more than willing to have him dump a load into my mouth. However, I was so engaged with Grant that nothing was going to deter me from eating that sweet boy's production. I removed my mouth long enough to say, "Drop it, Jim. Drop it right into my hand." This was not uncommon. Quite often I preferred just to smell and handle the boys' turds.

"Okay, Jack. Catch it, 'cause I'm shitting right now!"

Nasty was right beside me--as he usually was when it wasn't his duty to shit--taking in the exotic sights. He was pumping his cock furiously. He grabbed Jim's ass and pulled it wide apart. This was dangerous. Jim started to shoot a long, hard turd almost immediately. Nasty put his mouth over it and allowed it to ooze between his lips. The brown column finished its journey and snapped off, falling out of Nasty's mouth onto the floor between them. He quickly shot his tongue up Jim's asshole and sucked on it like a madman.

"Oh, yeah!" Jim cried. "Eat that ass. Eat my shit. I always knew you wanted it. That hot tongue of yours always probed my ass deeper than anyone's!"

The boys were all watching this unexpected spectacle. Grant had turned his head and was watching, and I out of the corner of my eye. It excited Grant so much that he bent even further over and grabbed his ankles. He pushed his anal muscles violently and literally shot that turd into my mouth like a cannon.

"Oh, I'm coming!" cried Nasty, furiously stroking his cock. He shot his load all over Grant's turd as it was going into my mouth. The combination was delicious! His sweet cream was like gravy. Billy was down there taking my load into his mouth. Billy really liked cum! He could suck out cum all day long. And the boys managed to keep him well satisfied. Out of a cock or out of a recently-fucked asshole, that boy didn't care. He just liked swallowing loads.

After that, Nasty became quite the connoisseur. He never ate turds right down, but he liked having guys shit in his mouth--especially Jim, who was always willing. He would spit the turds out, but thought nothing of going right in and licking the hole it just came out of. Even mine on a couple of occasions.

So here I am, a year later, contemplating the developments that turned me into a such a complete degenerate. I just turned 26 and I'm not about to change. Not while I still have one hand on Grant's ass and the other on Donny's, as I do right now.

Funny thing, though. I love boyturds more than ever, but I've developed a complete aversion to peanut butter!

Update

Well, it's been several years since I first set down the recollections of my descent into depravity--turd-eating to be exact. And I can't actually say that I'm proud of what I've become. Oh, not eatin' shit. I'm not talking about that. I don't give a...excuse the pun...shit about what anyone thinks about that! It's what I've become since I inherited sixty million dollars from my late grandfather. Money can make a man much more depraved than any sexual idiosyncrasy. Sixty million dollars gives you POWER! And that can make you REALLY DEPRAVED!

You see, before, whatever sexual adventures I had, invariably they were with individuals that were willing. And in the case of my own peculiarities, they had to be more than willing. Even though they were `street boys' I certainly couldn't take the chance of being hauled into court on charges of forcing a boy to shit a turd into my mouth. That would certainly have been a bit embarassing!

But with MONEY and POWER, I could get away with anything. I shared my windfall with my friends. After buying up a lot of real estate, I made sure the boys were set up comfortably, rent-free, and encouraged them to pursue careers. I helped with their educations and arranged for decent jobs afterwards, some in firms I had purchased. They would occasionally visit me, more out of friendship than just gratitude, and were more than willing to drop a turd down my gullet for old time's sake. Most of the gang managed to join me for an annual all-around orgy. Even the two youths who had eventually gotten married. If their young brides could have seen them sucking cocks and shitting in my mouth...well, I guess they would have been a bit perturbed!

But my favorites, Donny and Grant, now live with me. Still too young to be on their own, they dutifully attend school and I managed to legally adopt them. I really love those boys, and I must admit I get an extra sense of excitement sucking turds out of my own sons!

But the power I've accumulated has caused me to become a bit unsavory, and I'm afraid that it's rubbing off on my sons. Even though they were originally street boys, and not innocent in the matter of selling their bodies or a bit of petty thievery to survive on, I'm concerned that they're becoming every bit as jaded as I have. More about them later.

You see, I've been using my power and influence to force people into positions they'd rather not have to contend with. Take my butler, for example. Well, first, perhaps I should describe my place of residence. I purchased a "castle" just outside of Los Angeles. A former movie star's house, it was a replica of an English stone castle, isolated with rambling grounds and security equipped. A minor fortress.

Anyway, Jeeves (his real name is Bertram, but at the price I pay him, I can call him anything I wish) bent to my wishes. Though still in his early forties, he had the manner and training of a proper English butler. His father and grandfather had both been a gentleman's gentleman. After checking into his background, I quickly snatched him up, along with his ten-year-old son, Reginald. I found that he left England abruptly after a scandal concerning a twelve-year-old girl and her sister. As an added tidbit, I found he was also wanted in connection with the molestation of a young girl in Philadelphia. Armed with this bit of blackmail, and the promise of an enormous salary, he readily acquiesed to my demands.

My demands? To buttle efficiently for the important and influential visitors, keep the house running in order, be officially oblivious to any sexual shenanigans he might observe, and to shit on demand--or at least try. You see, Jeeves was still quite attractive in a stuffy way, and bent over his ass was a fine sight to behold. At first I merely forced him to drop his pants for a good butt fucking, just to put him in his place. But after a whiff and a gander at his tight limey butthole, I licked and sucked on it for awhile, then decided that I just might try the taste of some seasoned shit to see how it compared with the young juicy boyturds I was accustomed to.

Bertram was understandably a bit reluctant at the suggestion, but with a reminder of his precarious position, he finally agreed...with a disgusted expression.

"As you wish, sir! My, ahem, nether region is at your command. Do as you wish, but mind, sir, I may be prone to a bit of fizzling."

"Fizzling?"

"Farting, sir."

"Well, Jeeves, you just go right ahead and fizzle. I assure you I won't mind a bit. Just as long as you give me something more meaty to lunch on!"

He bent over obediently. "As you...plooosh...wish... ploosh, sir!" He farted several times, then tried to relax to get the affair over with.

I licked and sucked on his hole and occasionally reached under to grasp his long floppy dong. With my manipulations his cock got harder and started to drip, reluctantly I'm sure. I was surprised to find that his aged asshole was quite as delectable as a younger one. And I contemplated that perhaps it was even moreso when he finally delivered, with appropriate strains and groans, a fine turd for my perusal. Hard and sturdy, it was a bit dryer than I was used to. My mouth was also very dry from the excitement and I knew I would not be able to eat it. But it did have a fine coating which I was determined to lick off completely.

After delivering his load, Bertram turned around and sat down, watching me in amazement as I held his turd in both hands and slobbered all over it then started sucking on the end of it, obscenely, as I stared into his eyes.

"Don't just sit there, Jeeves!" I taunted. "Pull my cock out and suck it while I nibble on your hot shit!" I was much too excited and engrossed in licking all over his fat turd to care about feeling embarassed being watched during my filthy act. I was long over that and actually delighted in the repulsion I could clearly see in his eyes. He was in my power and he'd might as well get used to it.

Obediently, he opened my pants and began to suck on my hard cock. He was an amateur, to be sure, but so accustomed to serving that he soon developed an acceptable rhythm. Acceptable enough that I soon decided that I wanted to try draining that long skinny tool of his.

"Pull my pants off, Jeeves. And your own." I put his turd aside. "Now sit your shitty asshole down on my mouth so I can lick it clean."

With a sigh of resignation, and with a throbbing boner, he reluctantly squatted over my face and lowered his bottom to my lips. Excitedly I quickly ran my tongue up and down his valley, licking away what little goodness there was. It had been a very clean dump--he wouldn't have normally had to even wipe. So I drove into his hole to catch some last flavorings and sucked avidly on his anus.

"Back on my cock, Jeeves! Bend right down and suck my cum out. I'm gonna milk yours for you, too. And you swallow it all, you hear?"

"As you wish, sir!"

I could detect perhaps a little more enthusiasm in his voice as he leaned over and sucked me in. I grabbed his long rod and started to deep throat it furiously. Before long he was pumping savagely into my mouth while blowing me just as energetically. He was determined to blast a hot thick load down my cock-sucking throat but seemed just as determined to gobble down mine. We shot furiously into each other's mouths, milking and swallowing in abandon.

After catching our breaths and laying back I spoke in an authoritative tone: "Well, Jeeves. And what did you think of all that!"

After gaining his composure, and systematically wiping the drippings from his cock and his chin, he spoke while beginning to dress.

"May I speak honestly, sir?"

"Of course, Bertram." This would be the last time I would refer to him by his real name.

"Well, sir, I find you quite affable as a young gentleman, but to be perfectly frank, your sexual behavior is most disgusting and depraved. I've never heard of, nor even imagined, anyone doing the vile things you so obviously take delight in. I will, however, admit that...how is it said?...oh yes, BLOWING YOU was indeed a pleasure, as was having you BLOW ME, sir. I was amazed that such acts were so fulfilling, and would certainly not be adverse to such carryings on in the future. At the same time I have been made quite aware of my position, by yourself sir, and know I must submit to avoid prison time. You know I fear for the wellbeing of my child, Reginald. Therefore, I readily agree to be at your command, only hoping that in your kindness and consideration you would not be so vicious a gentleman as to force such vile acts upon myself. In short, sir, if you so wish the dregs of my bottom, they are yours. But, please sir, never ask that I submit to partaking of such indulgences, for I shall surely balk. Damn the consequences!"

"Oh rest assured, Jeeves, that while I may occasionally wish to coax a steamy turd from that rusty bottom of yours, I will never force you, or anyone, to do likewise. But just as honestly, I must tell you, I will have a few morsels from that sweet bottom of Reginald's."

"Oh, NO SIR! Not the lad!"

"Oh yes, Jeeves. I'll suck shit from the boy's bottom before the week's through. I'll never hurt him, nor make him suck cock or other things, BUT I WILL HAVE HIS TURD TO SUCK ON! Now you prepare him in any way you like. Tell him anything but convince him somehow that he must submit to shitting in my mouth!"

I hadn't thought much of this beforehand, but after tasting Bertram's ancient ass droppings I decided I must try the youngest turds yet. Right from his darling tow-headed son, Reginald. I wasn't always so inconsiderate, as you know. But as time went on, and with my newly found wealth, I became more brazen, more demanding.

Perhaps the turning point came when I found myself helpless one night, with lots of money on me, trapped in an alley late one night behind a gay porno theatre. Five tough looking Chicanos surrounded me and started to taunt me with viscious threats.

"Say, queer boy. You jus' come outta that dirty movie. Bet you jus' wish you hadda big cock to suck on right now, don't you?" the leader sneered at me. At another time he would have been quite interesting. I could tell he had a nice body underneath his filthy gang outfit. Alone, he could sneer at me all he wanted. But now, with four other sneering hell-benders, I was rightfully frightened.

"Yeah, pussy boy," another breathed liquor into my face, and rubbed his packed crotch vigorously, "how'd you like to choke on this right now?"

Another grabbed a handful of my ass and squeezed hard. "Maybe pussy boy would rather have it shoved up his lily white TIGHT BUTTOCKS for a real good fucking. Better yet, one up his ass and a big one in his mouth to suck on. You want that, pussy boy? We'll be real good to you, hombre. Promise! Give you lots and lots of juicy cock cream to drink down your faggot mouth!"

Now any other time this would have been a pleasant prospect, but I knew these guys were about to fuck my ass and mouth savagely, then beat me to a bloody pulp and rob me. Stupidly, I had several thousand dollars on me, but from the bulges in their crotches I knew I couldn't buy them off. They'd just take it anyway. So I tried another tactic. If it worked, I'd scare them away. If it didn't...I'd probably die with a turd in my mouth! A nice way to go, but I wasn't quite ready for that. So I had no other choice. Quickly, I dropped to my knees and started to rub my crotch.

"Oh, yeah. You're right! I'm real horny from watching the fuck movies. I'll suck you guys off right now. Pull 'em out!"

"Hey, okay," said one, "this queer's ready to go, man! Let's give it to him."

"Better yet, fellas, drop your pants and push your stinky ASSHOLES in my face! I wanna lick your shitty assholes!"

"Hey, WHAT! Did you hear this guy, man? He wants to lick our ASS-holes!!"

"Hot damn!" said another "We got ourselves a hot one tonight."

"Yeah, boys, I wanna smell your butts. I wanna smell the shitty holes you all got. I can tell by looking at you, you guys don't clean your assholes good, do you? That's wonderful! 'Cause I'd just love to lick and clean them for you! Come on, somebody stick a smelly ass in my face. Let me lick the shit off of it!"

"Hey, man, this guy's a little weird!" They slowly backed off a bit.

It was working. And voicing such nasty sentiments was getting me hard as a rock. That was probably all for the better as I was obviously stroking a very hard boner in my pants. I was quite convincing. Mainly because everything I said was true. If I hadn't been afraid they'd hurt or maybe kill me, I would have wanted them to take me up on it. As it was, my words were exciting me, but my plan was to completely disgust them into running away.

"Hey, you guys know what I'd really like?"

They looked at me curiously. The pause lasted as long as I wanted to make it. They were dumbstruck. I licked my tongue around my lips like some crazed sex fiend.

"Somebody shit in my mouth! That's it. One of you SQUAT DOWN and SHIT RIGHT IN MY MOUTH. I'd really like that! I'm just in the mood to eat a hot chili turd!"

Their eyes bugged out. Any hard dicks quickly softened. Their sexual frenzy was dissipated...mine was mounting.

"Man, this guy's loco! I didn't know queers like to...you know, eat shit and stuff!"

"Ah...they don't, I don't think," said the leader, not quite sure.

"And how would you know, Carlos?"

"Hey, man, I've had a lota queers sucking on this big meat of mine. They even licked my butt for me. But never once did a puto ask me ta shit for him, you know?"

"Oh, please Carlos," I begged. "Shit for ME. Show your boys how much of a leader you are. Bend over right now and let me suck it out. Show them what a strong leader you are. Let them see you shit out a hot steamy turd right into this gringo's mouth. I'm hungry for it. Make me eat your shit! I'll smell it real good and tell them all that your asshole is by far the shittiest, smelliest asshole I ever sucked on. Come on, guy, stick it in my face. I just know you got a real stinky hole, doncha. Just the kind I like. You never clean it good, do you! NONE of you guys clean your assholes good after you shit, do you? Let ME lick them. I'll clean them all for you guys, honest I will!"

"Let's get outta here, man!" said one.

Another readily agreed. "Yeah, let's go Carlos. This guy's too much. He's makin' me want to puke!"

And another spoke up: "Let's take his money first."

"Fuck no, man!" said the first guy. "I ain't touchin' nothing he's got. He's a shit-eater, man, you could get a disease or something. Let's just go!"

Only three of them made definite motions to leave so I poured it on even more.

"No!" I cried frantically. "Please, guys, don't go! I don't get to meet dirty guys like you very often. I really like smelly assholes. I'd be in heaven with you guys. Come on! All of you drop your pants and kneel down with your asses in the air. Please. I'll come around to each of you and stick my face in and smell your assholes and open 'em and stick my tongue inside and clean 'em out real good. I promise. And if you can SHIT, well, that's great! That's spectacular, 'cause I'd really like to eat all your shit. I swear. I'll suck it right out and chew on it and swallow it all down. And you guys can watch each other do it. Wouldn't that be exciting?!"

I rubbed my dick excitedly. Surely I had them by now.

"Let's go, guys," said Carlos in finality. "This guy's just too fucking disgusting. A fucking shit-eater, man. Come on!" They started to leave. "You too, Juan, let's go, man!"

Juan stood over me, the only one who never backed off. Probably the youngest of the group, he tried to act rough but his boyish features didn't quite stack up. He was a little glassy-eyed as he stared at me.

"Vamos!" cried Carlos. "Juan!"

"Hey, man," Juan said over his shoulder to his compatriot while sneering menacingly at me, "I really do hafta take a monster shit right now, you know, and if this puto wants to eat it, man, I don't mind!"

"Do what you want. You're just as loco as he is, maybe. We're going to split!" And with that they piled into a low-cut '62 Chevy and sped away. Juan just looked down at me, his mouth gaping with a stupid expression on his face. I took the advantage and jumped up, slamming him against the wall and pinning his arms back. He was stunned.

(To be continued)

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