Fat Boy (M/M, masturbation, scat, oral, anal, prostitution)
Copyright 2007, Tracy Smith, and everything that goes with that.
This is a fictional story of sexual activity between two males. If that offends you, or you're under age, or this story is illegal where you are, then don't read it. In any case, though, please make a donation to the Nifty board for posting it.
This is all fantasy, of course - but what a wonderfully PERVERTED fantasy!! Write me at Tracysmith20022002@yahoo.com if you like it. If you don't like it, well, I just don't know what to say.
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I was still trying to complete my college credits for graduation, and I was only 12 credits away, one semester's worth of courses. It had been my bad fortune to be the fourth-string quarterback on a losing Big Ten football team, and to get in the coach's way when he was looking for a scapegoat. So, bottom line, I was off scholarship, and no way to pay for my last semester in Property Management. My name's Scott O'Brien.
Prospects aren't all that great for a good looking, brown-haired, blue-eyed, 205 pound, 6' 1" athlete, with a 9" cock, who needs a lot of money, unless the field of endeavor is sex. So, I put my moderate amount of smarts into seeing what I could do that would involve sex, and make me some money.
Call me a pervert, or whatever, but it seemed to me that I could make quick bucks as an escort, and have some fun. I figured the women might be a little rough looking, maybe old, but 'beggars can't be-',well, you know the rest.
So I placed an ad in the alternative weekly in my city. I guess that was my first (well, second) mistake - expecting some burned out hippies from the 60's to get something right. God knows, the ones teaching my courses at the University were bad enough...
My small ad was supposed to say, "Stud athlete, brn/blue, 6' 1", 205, will do anything to bring you pleasure." Well, the text was right, it was the category they screwed up. Instead of being listed ONLY in the 'Straight' category, it was also listed in 'Gay'. Not that there's anything wrong with that, LOL. Since I had no reason to look in the gay category, I didn't know it had been put in both.
I didn't hear anything for two weeks, and I was getting a little desperate. I guess I'd had this picture of some hot coed calling me and asking me to fuck, "I'll pay anything you want!", kind of making and busting my nut, all at the same time. Hope triumphant over reality, or something.
Finally, I got a call from someone named Lynne. She sounded pretty shy, but also a different kind of desperate, which was fine, and we made a date for me to come over later that night. It was understood by both of us that money would change hands, so this won't be one of those cutesy, `She thought it was just a date and we fell in love' kind of stories. Not exactly, anyway.
I got to her house, and it was a really, I mean REALLY, nice three level, well, mansion, in one of the best parts of town. The kind of place that the high dollar boosters for the team live in, if that helps you to picture it. I figured that maybe she was the daughter of some rich guy, but obviously pretty hideous, or she wouldn't be hiring someone like me. Or maybe the guy's wife. That was kind of scary - guys with that money could make guys like me disappear, with a capital GONE!
So anyway, I was breathing hard, and sweating like a field goal kicker with a hitch in his giddyup, when I rang the doorbell. Figuring some guy christened 'Jeeves' at birth would answer the door, I was surprised when a nondescript guy weighing about 350 pounds, and maybe 5' 6" answered the door.
"Hi," he said, with a slight quaver in his voice.
"Um, is there a 'Lynne' here," I asked.
"Uh, yeah, come on in," he responded nervously. That should have been a clue, too and you've probably already figured it out. But when he told me that HE was Lynne, I mean `Lynn', I honestly didn't see it coming.
I stood there gawping, and he got a really sad look on his face. "I knew this was a mistake," he mumbled. I started laughing involuntarily.
"That's exactly what I was thinking, too," I responded. Lynn looked startled when I said that.
"Am I THAT bad?" he said, then started to sniffle.
"Gosh no," I said. "It's just that you're a guy, and I was expecting a girl," I explained.
"Then why'd you advertise in the gay section...unless you're a REALLY built dyke?" The question was meant to be humorous, and I couldn't help but smile.
I explained that the ad was posted in the straight 'Looking For...' section only, so he got his copy, and we sat down on his sofa to check out where the mix up was. That was when I looked around and noticed that the place was absolutely beautiful! Now, I know less than nothing about interior decorating, but when I looked around, it just felt beautiful, like when you see some house owned by 'Old Money' on tv. Whoever decorated the place had both money AND taste, a rare combination.
"Wow," was all I could say. After a while, the more introspective, "This is amazing", followed it.
"Would you like to see the rest?" he asked eagerly, like the bookish kid in your neighborhood might have when someone displayed the slightest interest in his stamp collection.
"Um, sure," I said, "but first show me where my ad was listed." I was still a little suspicious about the whole deal. He pointed a little stubby, fat finger, at the small classified ad, and after I checked and then discovered it had been posted in both places, I felt really bad for him. I knew I wasn't going to be fucking HIM tonight, but the least I could do was be nice, and let him down easy.
"Well, I can see how you might have thought I was, uh, gay, but I'm not," I concluded, kind of lamely. "I guess you won't want to show me your house. My loss, for sure."
"Aw heck," he sighed. "Why not? It's not like I get that many visitors." He proceeded to show me the different levels and rooms, every one about the most beautiful and tasteful I'd ever seen. And not done in some ultra-feminine way, either, like you might think. Just really nice.
Along the way he gave me some of his family history, and some of his own, too, and I began to look at him as a person, and not as someone I'd been trying to get money out of.
He sounded like someone who had a lot of good inside him, but he'd just covered it over in a lot of excess weight. Both physically and spiritually and I began to get interested in seeing who was under all that lard.
"Who's that?" I said, pointing at a portrait of a very handsome, slim, sandy-haired boy of 11 or so, standing with a very imperious couple, apparently the boy's parents. The boy looked to be studious, with dark horn-rimmed glasses and a few books in the background of the portrait. It looked like the library of this house.
"Oh, that's Mom and Dad, and, uh, me," he said, almost in surprise. "That was just before they died." His voice trailed off. I could see an expression of sadness creep across his features, and I could definitely see that lonely little boy standing there. I could feel a pang of sympathy for a little boy orphaned at such a young age.
Trying desperately to move off what seemed to be a painful subject, I asked, "No brothers or sisters?"
"No, my parents were all I ever needed then - I'm afraid their passing became too much for me to overcome. They were killed when the plane they were in crashed. It was very,very strange - do you remember how the golfer Payne Stewart died?"
"It was the flight where they all lost consciousnes, wasn't it? Including the pilots? And flew along perhaps dead, for several hours?" I shivered at tne recollection of the story. What a sad, bizarre way to die, I thought.
"Yes, most people thought Mr. Stewart's fght was the first to have something quite like that happen. It was actually the second." His grief was palpable.
"I'm so sorry," I said, feeling yet again pretty lame.
"Oh, I've gotten over it. I was comforted that they didn't suffer any pain, just basically died in their sleep. With the settlement, and my inheritance, I was able to make my way in life, once I made it out of my Uncle's grasp at age 18." He visibly shuddered at that, and closed his eyes.
"In the five years since then, I've tried to do the best I could, make my parents proud...". His voice trailed off. "You were the first bad thing...I mean, I didn't mean you're bad...". He teared up and began sobbing. I'd have had to have been a monster not to feel some of his pain. I put my arms around him, feeling his body shake with emotion, and 'shhing' him, telling him it was alright.
We sat there for a few minutes, and oddly, I really DID begin to feel closer to him. He was no longer a 'fat guy', or 'pervert', he was just a little boy who'd been looking for comfort. I could do that even if I couldn't do anything else, and maybe we'd both be a little better off for the experience.
I found myself very comfortable with Lynn. I didn't really see a grossly fat guy, I saw that handsome little boy, and in truth, Lynn still retained the sweet beauty of his childhood - there was just enough for two or three grown Lynn's.
"Look, I know that we both saw this as a business transaction, and a sexual one. I guess the sexual part isn't going to happen-". He looked at me hopefully.
"Well, why don't we play that by ear," I said, surprising myself a little by leaving the door open even a little bit. It was a small concession, and I really did need the money - maybe I could earn it, and help him, just by listening.
We agreed that we'd just talk for a while, and he'd pay me $200. That was more than I'd come in with, so I was up for that. Lynn's life had been pretty miserable after his parents had died, and he'd been sexually molested by his uncle and cousins. He'd begun eating, then overeating, as an escape from his misery, maybe an effort to make himself physically unattractive. He told me that he'd eaten a ton of stuff just that morning, solely because of his nervousness over my visit. The one thing he'd discovered for sure about himself, was that he really enjoyed gay sex, and his excursions into the Internet had confirmed that.
He'd skipped college and gone to work at his father's business, quickly picking it up. He'd immersed himself there, but finally the loneliness had gotten to him, and he'd responded to my ad, taking a chance. I felt bad at it not working out for him.
That's a big part of the reason why, when he said, "Would you, could you," stammering a little, betraying his nervousness, "maybe take your clothes off, I could look at you...do you think?"
I felt a little tingle of excitement at his request. I mean, it's not often that anybody asks guys to take their clothes off. I'm a fairly good looking guy, but I always had to cajole girls into stripping - some were easier than others! So, to have a guy asking, and knowing he'd like what he saw, and get aroused, plus to get paid for it, well, what's not to like?
"Um, okay," I said. "I don't mean to sound mercenary, but you did promise to pay...".
"Oh, definitely," he said. "Look, just to keep things simple, how about $20,000 and you spend the night?"
"Fuck...YES!!" I said. "You've got it."
He smiled at that, and I stood in front of him, trying to be as sexy as I could be, thinking about how girls strip, and how I think male strippers do it. The thing, I figured, is to try to be seductive. I readily accepted at this point that I was prostituting myself. I could live with that, if the outcome was my entire semester tuition being paid in one night!
I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, letting him get a good look at my hairless chest and nipples, which I noticed were erect, and the areolas all goose flesh. I dropped the shirt slowly to the floor, and posed a little bit, which made us both giggle - I felt kind of campy, honestly, but, hey, whatever. I noticed that Lynn's pants were tented out. He must have a pretty good sized dick in there, but I wasn't touching it, not even for the 20k. I'd let him touch mine, or maybe other stuff, though.
Anyway, he looked like he was enjoying himself, and was commenting on things he liked, like how long my nipples were. Then he asked if he could kiss my nipples, and I said sure, that was okay. He stood up and did just that, his lips on first, my left, then right nipple, back and forth, his mouth lingering longer each time. His mouth felt nice on me, he was very gentle, but stimulating, sucking and licking my nipples. I was surprised to feel my dick getting hard.
I rested my hands on his shoulders, and his shoulders were warm under my fingers. His tongue was doing marvelous things to my nips, and I could actually feel electrical tingles leading to my cock as he sucked and tongued me. I began to loosen up, and started thinking about having him sucking my cock, which made it even harder.
Lynn noticed, and pulling his mouth off my chest, looked down, his hand gently tracing the stiff outline of my cock and balls, caressing me lightly. "Looks hot," he murmured. "A beautiful cock like that needs a LOT of attention..."
I groaned, which he took as permission, which I guess it was. He began unbuckling my leather belt, the oversized western buckle thumping against my thigh. Then his nimble fingers wrapped around the brass rivet and easily slipped it through the small opening. My zipper began to slide apart from the weight of the pants and the belt, and then Lynn helped it along.
My dick was tenting out my clean, white undershorts, my 9" cock thick and slightly curved to the left. I thought Lynn would go for my cock, but instead his fingers stroked my balls, the sensation so pleasurable that I groaned, and pressed my hips forward. He chuckled, then leaned forward, kissing my stiff prick through the warm fabric, his lips and mouth felt nice on me. "Lick it," I urged him. "Suck my cock, take it in your mouth, bitch, blow my hot, hard dick with your slutty little mouth!"
I was really getting into the role, with little understanding of where it would take either of us. With surprising dexterity and gentleness, Lynn's fingers grasped my cock, and pulled my erect penis through the piss opening in my shorts, exposing the pink dick head to the air, then, to his mouth. Reacting like a little boy denied food for several days, then handed an ice cream cone, he gobbled down my cock, its entire length slipping between his warm, full lips, deeper inside his mouth and almost to his throat, until he began choking.
I pulled out as Lynn sputtered, fortunately not puking. "I guess I bit off more than I could chew," he said, then realizing the image that created, added, "um, sorry, you know what I meant, right?"
"Yeah," I said. "But don't stop licking my hot, hard 9" cock, you little fag, I've got a hot load of cum for your mouth, or ass, or maybe both, if you're a good little queer!" My expertise at visiting Internet erotica sites was baling me out here, otherwise I wouldn't have had a clue what to say, beyond, "Suck my dick." But Lynn was driving the show pretty well on his own.
His tongue licked up and down the shaft of my dick, his rough tongue caressing my hot flesh. His lips provided a silky smooth counterpoint, teasing and sliding over my heated rod. His lips fastened on my cock head, lightly sucking pre cum out of my piss slit, and my dick was definitely leaking my salty sperm into his hot mouth.
Meanwhile, his hands grasped the waistband of my undershorts, and he pulled them, along with my pants, to the floor, where I stepped out of them, leaving me naked. My cock and balls sagged down under the weight of my meat, but Lynn held the steel hard shaft straight out. Lynn's fingers went to my balls, stroking and caressing them even as his mouth continued to treat my dick.
I could feel strong pulses of pleasure shoot through my cock at his pleasant touch, as he gobbled my penis, and the overwhelming urge to cum impelled my hips and dick forward into his hot, wet, mouth. "Fuck, I'm cumming," I yelled hoarsely, so I could at least claim I'd warned him, but I wanted to fill his mouth with my seed. I knew I'd enjoy it, and I figured he would too. Hot spurts of my man cream shot into his mouth from my piss slit, jets of creamy, sticky sperm coating the inside of his mouth and throat, some of my cum dribbled down his chin. Pleasure filled my brain, Lynn's blow job was one of the best I'd ever experienced.
My hips continued to pump my dick into his mouth, slowing as I came down from my sexual high. Finally I slowed and stopped, and started to feel a little awkward. What does a gay hustler do next, I wondered. Lynn looked up at me appreciatively, and, shyly, said, "Thanks."
I said, "I should thank you, that felt great!" He smiled happily.
"That was my first," he said.
"You're kidding," I said. "You could have fooled me."
"Yeah, I practiced on carrots, and even on different size dildos I got at a sex shop, but that was the first time I ever had a real dick in my mouth, or for that matter, another guy's dick in my hand....and never had one in my ass..."
Well, I didn't know what I was supposed to say about that, that sounded pretty gay, so silence descended again. Finally, Lynn spoke.
"Do you, do you think....you could touch my dick?" As far as I was concerned, he'd bought an awful lot for that $20,000, and besides, I kind of liked him. He had a feminine nature that was pretty easy to get along with, not challenging me the way most other guys do. I was finding that a non-macho guy was kind of interesting.
"Sure," I said. "I'd love to jerk you off." I wanted to try to set some ground rules ahead of time. I didn't mind jacking him off, but I didn't think I'd want to suck HIM off. I started unbuckling his belt, and opening his zipper. I helped him shimmy his pants down, leaving his underpants on, and stripped off his shirt, so he was only wearing the underpants.
He was definitely overweight, yeah, fat, smooth skin and some rolls, breasts, the whole fat guy look, but it didn't look so bad to me, I could kind of think of him as a fat girl, and, I'd had a few of them in my life. The dick between his legs, though....there was nothing girly about that. I'd always heard that fat guys had little pricks, and most of the really heavy linemen on our team had little schlongs when I'd seen them in the shower. Of course, they hadn't been excited, and hard, like Lynn was.
His cock was long and relatively thin. I guess it was about 7" long. Where his body was fat, his dick was long and slim. It was circumcised, his dick a dark red along the shaft, the plump head a brighter, deeper red, his piss slit wide, and already really wet with man cream. I sat next to him, my hand going naturally around the base of his shaft.
His dick was hot, and throbbing, the pulse along the underside strong and sure. His skin was dry at the base, and velvety. I slid my loosely held fist up the hot shaft, tightening my grasp as I went up. The upper part of his cock, right below his fat dick head, was slimy and slick with pre cum, which was oozing out of his slit.
"Uhh, that feels good," he moaned. "I've never had a guy's hand stroking my cock before," he said, his eyes closed. "Heck, I've never had ANYBODY'S hand on my cock before." His dick felt pretty good, actually. It felt different, but good, to have a man's hardness in my hand, rather than a girl's soft tits or her wet pussy. I felt my own dick harden a little, small tingles running through it.
"Yeah, stroke it, just like that, please...." he sighed. He lay back, and as my hand descended on his hot cock, into the wiry brown mass of hair at its base, my fingers reached down and tickled his full ball sack, his nuts heavy and big. "God, yeah!" he exclaimed, as my fingertips danced over his nuts. He lifted his legs a little, and I wondered if I should finger him even lower, but decided not. I figured I'd just bring him off here and now.
I started stroking him harder and faster, his moans coming in time with the contact of my fingers.
"Yeah, jack my cock....uhhh! That's so fuckin' nice, I'm gonna cum soon! God, your fingers are so nice, fuck my cock! FUCK! I'm cumming, cumming...." Soon, thick spurts of rich sperm were firing up from his jerking cock and his pouting piss slit, a foot or two high for the first couple, shooting straight up, then falling back all over my hand and fingers. The flow of his semen hardly slowed, though, it just became a hot, volcanic flow out of his dick head, over my hand and fingers as I still grasped his penis firmly. I thought his flow of sperm might never stop, the accumulated cum of ten years or so, but finally it did, after my hand was thickly coated in the bleachy-smelling cream.
Lynn seemed to pass out a little, but came to, and looked up at me, smiling. "Wow, I think I'm in love," he said.
"Hey, you don't want to fall for the first hand that comes along," I joked. "Felt good, huh?" I asked, knowing it was really his first time, other than jacking himself off.
"God, yeah," he said. "I've wanted that so long..." His look was pensive. "Would you, do you think, maybe stay the night?" I was afraid he might want something like that, but I knew that $20k buys a lot of love.
"Gee, I don't know, Lynn," I said, trying to buy some time to decide.
"Oh, I understand," he said. "But maybe we could clean up together?" His look became hopeful again. It was like he was the school geek asking the head cheerleader if she'd go out with him or something.
"Yeah, that sounds like a plan," I said. "Then we can see." I was trying to think of how girls had politely brushed me off in the past. I liked Lynn, I really did, but the gay thing was new to me, and I was in uncharted waters every bit as much as Lynn was. We were already pretty naked before each other, so it wasn't like THAT was gonna be some kind of shock. I happened to look down at my cock, and to my surprise, it was hard and stiff, my 9" standing proudly. I was surprised, because I'd only been thinking about Lynn's cock, and bringing him off.
Lynn saw me looking down at my cock, saw how big and hard it was, so soon, and grinned, but didn't say anything. "Um, there's a shower down the hall here," he said, rising up. I followed him down the marbled hall into what would have been a small half bathroom in most houses, but here was a luxuriously decorated bathroom with a toilet, a bidet, a double vanity and a normal size shower stall, though it was lined with some really nice granite or similar material.
We shucked the rest of our clothes, and I snuck a look at Lynn's unclothed body. Yeah, he was overweight, definitely, but his body was kind of proportionately heavy, though he had a pretty fat ass. I guess that's what got him the worst comments, or at least, he probably felt that way. He turned on the water until it was moderately hot, then got in. To my surprise, he gestured for me to join him. Honestly, it really wasn't big enough, but, he was paying, so I got in.
I squeezed into the small cubicle, our bodies pressed together and against the sidewalls of the shower, and I figured we weren't necessarily going to be getting a lot of thorough cleaning done here, as neither of us could move around that freely. Lynn's ass was wrapped around my dick, and that's when I realized what he was up to.
"Scott, would you, could, would you fuck me in the ass?" he pleaded, trying to look back at me.
Having a hot body pressed up against me was turning into quite the aphrodisiac, and I decided not to play coy, and to go for it. "You want me to fuck your hot, tight ass hole, baby?" I cooed. "Slam my hot, hard cock, big and thick, up your little cunt?" Lynn moaned, and nodded.
"Make sure I'm open enough, though, okay?" he whispered. I slid my hand between his hot ass globes, hot and sweaty, my fingertip finding his puckered little anus, squeezed tight.
"Hey man, relax your ass, okay?" I said. He didn't say anything, and I decided to poke my index finger tip into the pucker, which was already quite slick. Lynn jerked backwards into me, and several things happened at once. He backed me into the shower controller, which turned the faucet off, so we were standing there hot and soaking wet, but with no water flowing onto us.
Then, my finger shot up a few inches into his rectum, loosening up by force what I thought would be loosened voluntarily. His hole was tight, and hot. That was followed by Lynn gasping, "Oh shit! The laxative!" Apparently he'd taken one of those slow acting natural laxative a good while earlier, as part of an attempt to lose weight. This, after his large meal even earlier in the day due to his nervousness at meeting me.
The next thing that happened, a long stream of liquid shit shot out of Lynn's voluminous ass, covering my hand, my forearm, my stomach, my thighs, cock, and lower legs, Lynn's ass and lower legs, and the walls and floor of the shower stall. It seemed to go on forever. The hot, stinky smell rolled over us both and filled up the stall immediately, even if the shit didn't quite.
When writers' say that something seemed to go on forever,' they always follow with, but it was really only a few seconds.' Well, that wasn't the case here. Lynn's shit went on for a full two minutes, sometimes slowing down, sometimes speeding up, but there was shit and piss coming out of his ass for at least 120 seconds, joined by piss coming out of his dick, and it was building up all over our lower bodies and the floor of the stall. The drain had become immediately clogged with the first few chunky pieces, earliest in his ass flow, so the cascade of creamy, liquid shit mixed with soft chunks of his feces remained with us, as we moved our feet around, splashing around in a deep pool of fresh shit..
Of course, with a frosted glass door on the stall, the stench of his waste stayed with us as a concentrated miasma of ass funk, enveloping us in the worst sewage treatment plant smell. You'd think I'd have started puking, Lynn too, but that's not the way it turned out. The reality of how it affected us was quite unexpected.
The whole filthy mess turned us both on so much, that we actually went berserk with lust. My cock was harder than I could ever remember it being, a steel shaft that I just had to slide inside some tight, nasty hole. Fortunately, Lynn had one of those mere inches away, and best of all, it was still randomly spurting crap out. I slid my hand down between his hot ass cheeks, steering my dick into his now wide-open hole, thrusting my hips forward, impaling his hot, male body on my cock, squirting out shit as I plugged him, fucking him unmercifully from the start, slamming my 9" deep inside Lynn's ass.
His ass really was tight, and grasping, and the mixed creamy and grainy texture of his shit between us was the perfect lubricant for our lovemaking. I thrust to his moans, and he pressed back into me, both of us wanting me deep inside him. I reached around his wide hips, to grab his own swollen cock, covering it in the shit that was all over my own hand, and jerked him off while I fucked him, both of us in heaven with the pleasure of feeling a hot cock fucking into a man's tight bottom, and a man's hand softly jerking off a hard dick.
I found myself kissing and nibbling at his neck, then we stretched ourselves around enough to kiss, our lips meeting for the first time, the pleasure coursing throughout my body exquisite. My tongue thrust into Lynn's hot, wet mouth, even as my cock thrust into his hot, wet ass hole. His man cunt was the most exciting thing I'd ever felt, far more exciting than the hot female sluts I'd experienced weekly as a member of the football team.
"Oh FUCK, you hot slut, I'm fuckin' creaming inside your shitty, hot ass hole! Your shit feels so fuckin' good running down my leg, your dick is hot and hard, fuck, cum in my hand, shoot your hot cream all over my hand, while I fill your sweet ass with my own cream!! FUCK!!" Lynn's hot, fat ass was knocking me around against the wall, but I had to fucking slam my cock deep inside his moist heat, and fill his ass with my cum. I couldn't believe how great it felt inside his ass hole, as we slopped together, covered in his smelly shi, and both of us loving it.
I wasn't sure if it was the unexpected pleasure of smelling his foul crap, the feel of it all over me, or having my dick deep up his ass that excited me the most, but I had to have more.
Lynn grunted as his own orgasm overcame him. "Goddamn, Scott, fuck my pussy hole, make me eat shit and suck your fucking hot monster cock! Give me all your hot, creamy cum in my shitty ass, make me your slut, FUCK ME!" At this, I felt hot spurts of semen shooting from his long dick, then splash back down on my shit-covered hand. I pictured him eating a handful of shit, then kissing me, and almost came instantly from the extreme pleasure of that vision.
As I felt his orgasm wane, but still overcome with my own lust, I took my hand off his sweet cock, and brought it to my mouth, licking off the white, sticky sperm, then the grainy, slimy shit underneath it, loving the taste of both, and kissing Lynn again just as I came inside his ass, sharing our fluids and his waste, and both of us loving it immensely.
I nearly blacked out from the pleasure of cumming in my fat lover's ass, and I knew I'd never go back to women again. As we collapsed together in the small shower, our bodies sinking into the two inch-deep pool of Lynn's foul intestinal waste, I said, "I've got to have more of that, you fat fucker!"
Lynn looked into my eyes. "I really want to lose weight, Scott. Do you think I could use laxatives as part of my weight loss program?"
"Fuck YES, as long as you're with me when they hit!!" I replied, kissing him. "But right now, I want to suck your cock, right here...."
"Lying in my shit?" he asked, surprised.
"Oh yeah, the more the better," I replied, closing a door on one life and opening another.
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