Dinner with Ben-Chapter 3
(from the end of chapter 2)
When he finished he got down of the table, took a bottle of poppers and pressed it up against my nose and I inhaled. He then switched sides and I inhaled deeper. He did that two more times. He then took a shot glass and started to push the shit into my mouth as he jerked my hard dick. In his Israeli accent he said, " I know you've been wanting this ever since the subway ride and I have not been able to think of anything else. Take my shit, I love you."
(Chapter 3)
As my Israeli pig said those words to me I gazed into his eyes and felt the most heightened sense of sexual intimacy I have ever experienced. Although cliche, I felt I could have died right then and had no regrets. Ben was truly loving me as he pressed his shit into my open mouth, sharing his turd waste in front of all the world to see. His dick was rock hard and he was as turned on as me as we connected in a way that only shit pigs understand. With my reddish chest hair smeared with shit, my buzzed red head with a shit filled funnel attached, Ben smiled and said I looked like a Scottish Turd. That got my dick even harder. I had no idea who was watching us at that moment, the world was just Ben and me, and our shit, and our emerging love.
Despite the sexual roles that seemed to be developing in our scene, Ben took a hit of poppers and slowly lowered himself on my raging hardon. When fully erect I'm about 8 inches and large, and Ben took it like he needed it. This made me love him even more and I realized that this man was much more then he appeared to be. There he was, totally in control, dark, masculine, shit smeared chest, feeding me, and he sits down on my cock, letting me know that this is about us, not just about him. I felt safe. The waiters around us were mesmerized with what was taking place. They decided to fill our glasses with more of their piss. One of them took the funnel off of my head and handed me a glass to wash the shit down. Another one handed a glass to Ben. We clinked our glasses and drank. He then leaned forward and started to kiss me, transferring the piss into my mouth and me back to him. We were locked in an endless piss kiss with the aftertaste of shit. He started to lift up and down on my cock and despite being tied to the chair I started to work my hips and fuck his dirty shithole. The waiters then gave us both another hit of poppers while they took some plates of shit and started to continue to smear our chests, clothes, and faces with shit. They pushed some shit up our nostrils so the smell was always there. Ben reached forward and stuck his tongue up my snothole to taste the mixture of shit and snot. Little did he know how much I loved that, and decided to do that right back. We tongued fucked our nostrils for awhile while we slowly turning into suited turds and the room looked on in ecstasy.
The glass of piss and the poppers made me have to piss. I looked Ben in the eyes and he knew what was next and he wanted it. Without losing my hardon I released about 1 liter of warm piss up his shit chute. He moaned and said how fucking good the warm piss felt up his hole. He loved being filled with my piss and used as my toilet. This was enough to send him over the edge. He could not hold on any longer. He looked me in the eyes, grabbed his dick and proceeded to explode his load all over my shit covered chest and face. Without breaking his gaze, he then pissed all over me. He then got up, stood above me and released a mixture of piss and shit from his hole all over my head and chest as I proceeded to have the most intense orgasm of my life.
We just sat there in silence for several minutes. No one talked or moved. It was like it was sacred space. Slowly the wait staff got some warm towels and cleaned our eyes, mouth, and ears. They untied me and rubbed my shoulders and neck and did the same for Ben. They escorted us to the clean up room where there were showers, hot tub, steam and sauna. They ritualistically cleaned us from head to toe and thanked us for our patronage and then left us alone in the hot tub. We didn't say much. Not much needed to be said. We just were. The silence was broken by another couple who had also "finished dinner" and was cleaning up. They joined us in the hot tub. They lived in town and like us it was there first time here. They also had an amazing experience. They were younger then us, in their early thirties and both hot as fuck. We got to talking about stuff we like to do and decided that it would be great to take a cycling trip together in the Berkshires this fall. The four of us got hard thinking about the possibilities as we cycled through the beautiful fall foliage in our spandex
(to be continued)