Fat Boy

prostitution)

Fat Boy, Part 2 (M/M/b/b, masturbation, scat, ws, oral, anal, prostitution)

Copyright 2007, Tracy Smith, and everything that goes with that.

This is a fictional story of sexual activity among two adult males and two underage males. If that offends you, or you're underage, 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.

If you like THIS story, you might also like "Sleepover Diversion", "Paper Boy's Dilemma", and "Wearing Chris and Eric", all available at www.nifty.org.

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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If you read Part 1 of this story, you'll know I'm Scott O'Brien, a brown-haired, blue-eyed, 205 pound, 6' 1" 21 year old ex-college football quarterback. You'll also understand why I was nude in the bedroom of a fabulously wealthy blond, 23 year old fat boy, Lynn Talbot. My dick was slamming in and out of his generously sized ass, his super-sized globes jiggling wildly as my hips pounded into them, my thick 9" cock spreading and separating his surprisingly tight anus, to the delight of both of us. It was getting late in the evening, and it had been a rather sex-filled night.

But let's back up a little (so to speak), and see how the day started, shall we?

The day had begun with a small set of hors d'oeuvres, twin 12 year old boys we'd ordered from a service we'd found on the Internet. Yeah, both Lynn and I had been pretty lame at ordering (Lynn) and providing (me) escort services when we both started, but apparently there are companies that do a pretty damned good job, and we had, as a couple, fortunately found one that could meet our specifications.

Lynn was at work, making even more money, and I was holding down the fort in his beautiful, and quite large, house. About 10 that morning, I heard the doorbell ring. On answering the door, I found a nondescript car pulling away, with two young boys, both just as cute as buttons, standing there, small gym bags in hand.

"Hi, I'm Josh, and this is my brother Marcel," the blond with sparkly blue eyes said, smiling up at me and showing his almost perfect white, even teeth. His hair was thick and long, down over his ears, with bangs nearly over his eyes. He was 4' 11" tall, maybe about 95 pounds. His brother was similar in size and demeanor, but with darker, nearly black hair. They weren't identical twins, but resembled each other very closely, other than the difference in hair color.

"Hi, I'm Marcel," the other piped up, also with a young boy squeaky voice. My cock gave a leap in my pants. Shit, these two were perfection itself!

"Those are interesting names," I commented. "C'mon in guys," I said. "Make yourselves at home. You know what we expect, right?"

Josh seemed to be the spokesman. "Um, I'm a fan of Josh Elliott, and my brother likes Marcel Bouvier, you know, from Bel Ami? We love their dicks, and asses, and cute looks. Those are our stage names. Oh, and you're gonna feed us, and we get to play video games today, then tonight, we all go to bed together?" That about summed it up.

"Yeah, that's it," I said. "Eat as much as you like. Actually, the more you eat, the bigger your tip, if it comes out alright in the end." I never get enough of that joke. Josh shrugged. Since they mentioned Bel Ami models, I wondered if the two boys were into making movies, too. They'd make a fortune, I thought, but probably put a bunch of people in the slammer if they did!

"`kay,." he said

"And you guys are REALLY brothers?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," said Josh. "And we're REALLY close." With that, he stuck his little finger up inside Marcel's left nostril, and pulled out a fat, juicy booger, which he then popped into his own mouth, chewing the partially juicy, partially dried and crusty snot with some relish.

"Really close," he repeated. I didn't know my dick could get harder, but that did it. I laid out a buffet for them, a selection of chef-prepared dishes containing whole grain breads and pasta, dried fruits, different dishes with kidney beans, lima beans, black-eyed beans, chick peas and lentils, and polysaccharide-rich beans, cabbage, onions, brussels sprouts, cauliflower, broccoli, apples, peaches, pears, prunes, corn, oats, potatoes, milk, ice cream, and soft cheese.

Of course, we didn't expect them to eat all of that, but the `more the merrier'.

The boys prepared themselves small dishes, and took them into the game room where the Wii and the PS3 were set up. I went back and attended to some jobs I had to do.

About mid afternoon I popped my head into the game room to see what they were up to. They didn't see me, but I saw Marcel put down his game controller, and look over at Josh. Marcel was holding a bird feather in his hand. "Hey, Josh, c'mere," he said softly.

Josh's eyes didn't leave the monitor. "What?" he whined impatiently.

"C'mere," Marcel repeated, twirling the feather, apparently meaningfully, because when Josh saw it, he smiled, and put down the controller. He walked the few steps over to Marcel, and sat in his lap, and brought his plump, pink lips to Marcel's, the two boys kissing passionately. Then Marcel brought the tip of the feather to Josh's nose, twirling it lightly into one of the boy's small nostrils.

Josh immediately sneezed, a loud, wet exhalation of aerosolized saliva and snot, right into Marcel's open mouth, as the boys never separated their joined, open mouths. He sneezed again, then a third time, his brother eagerly receiving the mucus he delivered so sharply and strongly, and breathing in all of the boy's snotty gift. The boys continued their hot kiss, but both writhing now with pleasure. Then Marcel broke their kiss, and licked Josh's frenum, the area under his nose, which was covered with Josh's copiously running liquid snot. That was probably the hottest thing I ever saw two boys do together - at least until later that night! I tiptoed out, my cock as hard as could be, at witnessing the two boys' kinky love play. I knew our evening was going to be very rewarding!

Lynn came in late that afternoon from his office, and gave me a kiss when he found me in the bedroom.

"I heard sounds of gun battles from the game room - the boys here?" he asked. I nodded.

"Yeah, they're damned cute, and they've been eating and drinking all day. I don't think the agency feeds them very well."

"They're not skinny, are they?" Lynn asked. He likes at least some meat on his partners, though not necessarily fatties, even if he is one himself. On the other hand, I could have fun with chubbies all day long. We left the boys alone the rest of the day, and then set out a nice dinner for them. Of course, what 12 year old boys and 20-something men consider a `nice dinner' may be different. As a result, the boys had pizza delivered, while Lynn and I had a French dinner he whipped up.

We sat down with the boys after we all ate, then Lynn immediately took Josh into his arms, kissing him. Josh responded well, his mouth opening as Lynn's lips met his, his body folding into Lynn's as Lynn's beefy hand slid down the back of Josh's jeans. Marcel was equally responsive when I kissed him, his slim young body pressing into me, his groin pressed into mine, his little cock springing a boner quickly.

"I think you guys'll do," Lynn said, glancing down at Josh, then over at Marcel and me. "Shall we go?" The boys said, "Sure," and we each took a boy's hand in ours and led them upstairs to the master bedroom. They boys gasped when they saw how grand the bedroom Lynn and I shared was, and ran to jump on the bed.

"This is nice!" Marcel said. "I've never been fucked on anything as nice as this!" They certainly were going into this with eyes wide open, I thought. Lynn and I stripped down to our underwear, as did the boys. They looked really cute and mouth-watering with their skimpy little boy underpants on, each sporting a boner. We all lay together on the bed, Josh entwined in Lynn's voluminous body, Marcel wrapped in my strong arms.

The boys shivered with pleasure as our hands roamed all over their slim, hairless bodies. One of my hands slid inside Marcel's underpants, cupping his small round ass cheeks, warm and full. The other stroked Marcel's stiff 5" woody, and caressed his full, but hairless, balls. Lynn was mouthing Josh's boner through the cotton of his undershorts, his left hand inside the boy's shorts, his index finger already deep inside the boy's anus. Lynn's right hand was on his own dick, milking it lightly.

"You guys feel full enough?" Lynn asked casually. The boys knew what he meant, and responded positively.

"Yeah, we've been holding it all in," Josh said.

"Good," Lynn replied. "Scott, are you ready?" he asked me.

"Starving," I grinned. The boys stood on the mattress in front of Lynn and I as we sat, Buddha- like at the head of the bed, by the plush pillows. The boys faced away from us, so their adorable round bottoms, still encased in white cotton, faced us. Lynn and I each put our fingers on each boy's hips, I with Marcel, he with Josh, and pulled the shorts down their hips, exposing their creamy, pale bottoms.

As soon as the boys stepped out of their underpants, they each spread their legs as they stood close in front of us, reached behind and separated their cute ass globes, and the young boys began farting, long gouts of hot wind released from those sweet little asses, some noisy, some silent, some wet sounding, their ass holes releasing a full day's gas production. Their little pink holes were pouting and alternately opening and closing, butt cheeks clenching and unclenching, as they cut farts incessantly and continuously. The boys' dicks were about 5" long each, stiff and erect, with no hair at all around the base of the shafts, on their fat ball sacks, or in their tan ass creases. It was abundantly clear by their erections, and their coos of pleasure, that the boys enjoyed their work.

Because of their diet that day, there was a large amount of gas, and it smelled extremely strong and rank. Lynn and I were inhaling the divine odor avidly, smiles on our faces. We each brought our mouths to the boys' holes, so that we could directly inhale their intestinal gas, lovely and smelly. My dick felt like I could cut diamonds, it was so hard. I felt Lynn's hand on my cock, and my hand sought out his. Hard and leaking pre-cum, I spread his cream down his shaft, the liquid slick and hot.

After the two boys had farted directly into our faces for at least five minutes, each blast of gas becoming ranker and hotter, and becoming much wetter as their intestinal contents moved closer to release, we knew it was time for the next phase of our mutual fun, as intestinal gas gave way to other intestinal contents. Lynn and I arranged ourselves as we usually favored. I lay on my back, and had Marcel squat over me, facing my feet, his sweet little pink ass hole poised above my stiff cock. He braced himself on my knees as he relaxed his anal sphincter, the first blast of fecal matter out of his ass hole a hot, dark brown splash of almost diarrheal shit, liquid crap covering my cock in a bath of molten boy feces, the heat and filthiness of the act shooting delight and pleasure through my groin.

"Fuck, baby, shit on my dick, shit all over me, give me your hot, filthy crap load, you little slutty bitch!" I groaned the words, the pleasure of having a boy taking a dump on me almost indescribable. The first, liquid blast was followed by harder, but still creamy turds, each about 5" long and fairly thick - they must have hurt coming out, each turd stretching out Marcel's brown- stained anus lewdly, and he groaned as each passed through, whether from pain or pleasure, I couldn't tell.

His shit was a golden brown, a rich, mouth-watering and appealing color to his turds, perfectly formed into cylinders by his tight little anus. He pinched each off, the crap plopping wetly onto my cock and balls, the moist shit mixing in with my dark pubic hair. The smell of his freshly born shit was hot and moist, a deep earthy smell of feces and boy ass.

I looked to my left, at Lynn and Josh. Lynn was also lying back, but he had Josh squatting over his face, the boy's already dirty ass hole directly over Lynn's face. His bottom was raised up a few inches above Lynn, and I could see as turd after turd, a rich, darker golden brown, and creamy throughout, squeezed through the boy's bottom, then was pinched off, to drop into Lynn's open and waiting mouth. Every two or three turds, Lynn would contentedly chew the mess up and swallow. Josh would wait until Lynn was done before dropping another wet, greasy turd into his mouth, both of them wanting him to dine to his heart's content on the rectal fruit. A few pieces of the moist shit had also fallen on Lynn's cheeks and nose, trailing down over his throat and neck.

Josh was facing Lynn's feet, as Marcel was facing mine, and the boy began pissing as he squatted, first, a dribble of liquid running out of his small piss slit and running down the pink shaft of his cock, down his ball sack, onto Lynn's chest, then a long, golden arc shooting over Lynn's large body and hitting him squarely in his ball sack, and occasionally on his long, hard cock, the cock twitching every time a hot stream of piss hit it. The air smelled acrid with hot boy piss, along with the strong odor of the boy shit on both Lynn and I.

Meanwhile, Marcel turned himself around after he had deposited a good 7 or 8 long turds onto my crotch, the last three a very soft, creamy consistency like his brother's crap. He squatted lower over my dick, fitting the shit-covered bulbous head of my cock into the notch of his ass hole. His fecal pudding would serve as a lubricant to allow my thick, and 9" long shaft to penetrate his ass and rectum deeply, Then, as he lowered himself even further, dick head pushing shittily into boy pussy, Marcel, too began pissing, his hot stream hitting my chest, then walking itself up to my face. I opened my mouth to catch as much hot, salty boy piss as I could. The taste of the 12 year old's urine was delicious, and very exciting.

Marcel began fucking himself up and down on my cock, my 9" penetrating his remarkably tight hole until his soft, round bottom was resting in my wiry pubic bush. Up and down, I barely felt his light body insistently and torturously slamming itself into my hard pelvis. What I DID feel intensely, was the tight grip his tiny boy hole had on my cock, akin to a death grip, and the stream of hot, liquefied shit running from his ass, down the sides of my shaft, to pool in my pubic hair.

Marcel began grunting mindlessly. It was clear he was enjoying being shit fucked every bit as much I as I did. "Unnh, fuck, big man cock up my ass...so fuckin' big...shit runnin' down my ass hole ....feels so fuckin' good..." Marcel crooned, his head rolling from side to side, his eyes rolled back in his head, drool running down his chin. Then he fell forward onto my chest, his smooth, thin boy chest sliding against my hairy chest, now bejeweled with golden droplets of his cooling piss. I hoped he hadn't cum yet. He lay there, breathing heavily, panting almost.

Meanwhile, Josh's small ass was moving up and down as he rode Lynn's talented shit-eating mouth. I could just imagine my fat lover's lips and tongue teasing the boy's filthy ass hole - God knows I'd felt, and enjoyed, it many times! Finally, he too fell forward, stomach to stomach, head to foot, and began sucking Lynn's long dick into his mouth. Lynn looked over at me as Josh's legs splayed apart - all I could see were his blue eyes peering out of a messy brown mask, Josh's considerable shit loads having proved to be even more than Lynn could eat at one sitting. That reminded me of the thick load of boy shit joining my dick with Marcel's wet hole.

Our bodies were warmly joined, and I think Lynn and I would have been pretty content just to hold and caress the two naked and shitty boys until it was time for them to leave, but they had other ideas. They wanted to make sure we got our money's worth. Josh raised himself up, Lynn's glistening red cock falling out of the boy's mouth. He turned himself around and, looked directly into Marcel's eyes, said, "Fuck fat boy's fat ass." Lynn grinned.

"I'd like that," he said. "And Scott, would it be okay if I sucked Josh's dick at the same time?"

"Absolutely," I said. "But you know Josh got a lot of his own shit on his dick and balls, don't you?"

"Oh yeah, that's why HIS cock's gonna be in my mouth...I wanna give it a nice, long tongue bath." Lynn sighed happily. There was nothing he loved more than another guy's shit in his mouth, and all over his body, and cock. He was so fervent in his enthusiasm that he'd convinced me to love man shit, and boy shit too. Naah, check that. He'd AWAKENED me to the pleasure I could find in eating another guy's poop, and feeding my own crap into a guy's willing mouth for him to savor and enjoy.

Anyway, we arranged ourselves for maximum pleasure - it was time that we all shot our loads of cum where it was supposed to go, it had been nearly a full 24 hours since Lynn and I had fucked something, and goodness knew when the last time these two horny boys had fucked, or been fucked.

Lynn lay on his stomach, his large stomach holding his ass and face up off the mattress. Marcel knelt down between Lynn's spread legs, sniffing Lynn's sweaty bottom. "Jeez," your ass stinks!" he exclaimed, and immediately dove his face in, his long tongue spearing into Lynn's tight, hot ass hole. Lynn wriggled his butt as Marcel's pink, well, brown, tongue penetrated him.

"Damn, take it easy, kid, I'm so full of shit I'm about to explode," Lynn complained, though it didn't sound much like a complaint. "Pack it in with that sweet cock of yours, and cream on it, so that Scott can get his dinner tonight." I grinned at that. Months before, I would have recoiled at the thought of eating shit, of eating a man's shit, and especially at eating a fat man's shit. But to my utter and total surprise, I'd developed a great affection for Lynn's sweet nature, and for eating and playing in shit, and it was certainly a match made in, I dunno, at least a heavenly bathroom somewhere. I'd moved in with him shortly after we met, and become his lover.

Marcel looked disappointed - I think he had a real preference for eating shit, too, but he shrugged, and brought his 5" circumcised boner to Lynn's swollen bottom, pressing between his hemispheres to slip his dick head into Lynn's hole. Lynn sighed, and pushed his enormous ass up and back to meet the small battering ram. Marcel began fucking Lynn's hot hole with great enthusiasm, the sounds of cock slamming into ass, and thighs against ass cheek making a small, sexy symphony.

Meanwhile, Josh crawled onto the bed, shit dripping off his slim thighs, cute ass and penis, onto the sheets, and knelt in front of Lynn, by his head. He proffered his filthy, shit-stained cock, 5" long and very hard, to my boyfriend's mouth. Josh slid his dick easily into Lynn's hungry mouth. His tongue began swiftly licking and caressing the boy's cock, Josh sliding it in and out of Lynn's plump lips. Josh was fucking Lynn's mouth as Marcel fucked his ass, hot boy cocks filling hungry man holes. Both boys were enjoying the feel of thrusting their erect dicks into him, nearly as much as Lynn enjoyed being fucked.

I didn't want to miss out on the fun, so I moved behind Josh at the head of the bed, and took him into my arms, his back against my hairy chest. He lifted his ass up slightly, not wanting his dick to slip out of Lynn's hot mouth, but enough so that I could slide my 9" cock deep inside his ass. Josh's 12 year old bottom was nicely tight around my thick shaft. He groaned as he felt my cock filling his now nearly empty bottom.

I began thrusting in and out of Josh's hot, boy bottom, his pussy ass hole grabbing onto my cock as though it never wanted to let go. I kissed and licked his hot, smooth neck and throat, his head lying back on my shoulder, my fingers squeezing and pinching his small, pink nipples, sexily erect and hard. He groaned, then shot load after load of thick, creamy boy cum into Lynn's wet mouth. In all, probably 4 or 5 hot jets of boy sperm filled my lover's mouth. These boys were top of the line in providing satisfaction! Josh then brought his mouth to mine as we kissed passionately, his tongue slipping warmly into my mouth.

After we kissed for a minute or so, he broke our kiss and gasped, "Cum in my ass!"

I kissed his cheek, and said, "Sorry lover, I'm cumming inside Lynn tonight." Josh looked disappointed, but then I guess he thought about the $1,000 he was making for a day's pleasure, and shrugged.

Marcel began pumping harder and faster into Lynn's fat ass, then came inside Lynn's plump bottom soon after, his long thrusts signaling his orgasm, both he and Lynn grunting with pleasure. I hoped he'd filled the little remaining space in Lynn's rectum with his lovely boy semen. "Unnh, fucking your ass hole, man! Shooting hot loads of cream in your shit hole!" Marcel muttered brokenly.

When he began pulling out, Lynn whispered, "Slow! Slow! If you pull out too fast, I'll shit myself. I'm not ready for that yet!" Marcel made it out okay, though his dick was brown with Lynn's wet crap. The two boys quickly cleaned up, realizing we were done with them. I lay in Lynn's arms, both of us naked, enjoying the hot, sweaty feel of him, and his smells, as the boys said they'd `let ourselves out.' We said goodbye, figuring we'd probably see them again along the line somewhere, as their agency was extremely reliable and discreet.

As the door closed behind them, I said. "What do you think the odds are that the Wii and PS3 go with them?"

Lynn looked surprised. "They'd steal them?"

"Uh, yeah, it wouldn't surprise me too much," I said, smiling at Lynn's naivete.

"You know, those boys were hot," I said, "but what would you think of boys with a little more meat on their bones?"

"You mean, fat'?" Lynn said, smiling at me. "I guess, once you go fat you never go back' is really true, huh?"

"Bitch!" I said, mock hitting him with a pillow. "Seriously, though, you've taught me that just because a guy's fat doesn't mean he isn't hot."

Lynn's eyes teared up. "Scott, I love you," he said.

"I love you too, you fat slut," I said. We kissed and hugged. "There's a big project I've been thinking about, and I'd like to run it by you. It would cost a lot of money, but it might make us a decent amount of money in return, and it might be incredibly sexy for us..."

"I want to hear all about it, lover, but first, can we fuck?" Lynn said, the need so apparent on his face.

"Damn right, slut. I'm gonna fuck that tight little hole of yours right now, and then maybe you've got a little snack for us both...."

Lynn giggled, and wiggled his ass at me, reaching back and spreading his plump butt cheeks for me with his fingers. I knelt between his thighs, sweaty and plump, pointing my hard dick toward his red, irritated ass hole, just itching for a fucking. Beads of sweat lined his ass furrow. I thrust my 9" cock deep inside him, his slick, wet and hot hole immediately gripping my cock and pleasure shooting through my thighs and groin.

Lynn, was grunting loudly, partly from the ecstasy coursing through him caused by the fat cock porking his big mac ass, and partly from the pain of trying to hold back the deluge of shit inside his upper rectum, that was trying to get out past my battering ram of a cock. I was grunting, too, from the tight squeeze his anus was putting on my penis, and from the slightly gritty feel of the wet shit that was already coating my dick, and running down the insides of his fleshy thighs. The air was already very ripe, as every time I paused to catch my breath, Lynn's ass erupted with hot belches of intestinal gases.

"Fuck, Scott!! Shove that hot cock deep inside my tight little cunt! Oh, fuck! I can't keep my load of shit inside much longer! Damn, it hurts holding it in...and it feels so good when it starts slipping out and you ram it back in me!! FUCK ME, PLEASE!!!!" Lynn moaned, his voice pausing slightly every time my dick hit bottom, my shit-covered hairy balls banging into his moist, slick ass.

"You damned well BETTER keep your stinking load of shit inside your fat ass!" I threatened him. "Or you'll be licking the shit off my cock, you filthy fucking slut!" Lynn wiggled his ass at this delightfully scary sounding threat, which had the unfortunate effect of bringing me off sooner than I'd planned.

"Goddamnit, you filthy fucker, I'm cumming!" I yelled, not worried whether anyone would hear us. Fat chance, given how big the mansion was, and with just he and I in it. "FUCK!! Feel my hot jizz filling your fat bottom, you sweet little sexy bitch!!" Hot spurts of sperm, thick and creamy, feeling like razor-hot wire racing out of my piss slit, began filling his hole, like a fire hose in a swimming pool. Spurt after spurt of male protein shake racing into his boy pussy, and mixing there with his giant load of foul shit.

Lynn began squealing, I guess his ass pucker was fighting a fast-losing battle to contain its contents. I wanted to suck all the pleasure out of fucking his fat ass that I could, long-dicking him, letting his turds slide down his greasy, slick colon, then forcing them back inside his hot cavern, enjoying his discomfort, as he did too. But finally, my cock was starting to cross the line of no return, and it was time to move my pleasure, and his, on to other activities.

So I slowly eased my brown-coated dick out of his man pussy, a thick ring of his feces catching under my cock head - more for him to savor - and squeezed his bouncing, pink cheeks together as I exited. Lynn sighed, then slid onto his side, off his fat stomach and plump thighs, his two round ass globes still quite prominent due to their sheer size. He lay with his face turned to his left side, breathing stertorously, and I knelt next to him, bringing my shit-heavy dick to his plump, red lips.

His mouth opened, moist lips accepting my still hard dick between them, shit easing my entrance, and soon caking his red lips, already streaked with his saliva. My cock slid deep and then deeper, filling the entire length of his oral cavity, and into his throat. As I pressed into him, wanting to hurt and please him both, his own noisome shit now streaking his fat cheeks, red with heat and his sweat. I thrust, hard, pressing against the wet, hot back of his throat, forcing him to puke then.

His reaction was involuntary and instantaneous, his stomach first pulling in, his stomach recoiling, then, like a pulsed charge, his abdominal muscles instantaneously compressed, jetting his stomach contents in two discrete explosions. The first, his 12 year old party favor's young sperm, thick and still puddled together, plus lots of that 12 year old's creamy, wet shit, streaming over and around my cock. I had already pulled back from his throat to avoid him choking on vomit. The hot, liquefied shit and cum tantalized and teased my penis, as though I were fucking a bowl of hot, boy-flavored cake batter.

The second explosion, seconds later, a more adult mixture of dinner contents eaten with me, before our little post-dinner guest had begun to please us, peas, chewed meat, potatoes, all producing a much rougher kind of cock-teasing, a rough jacking off sensation. The bed sheet now drenched in Lynn's stomach contents, my pubic hair saturated with it, I checked with Lynn to assure his safety and comfort. It wouldn't do to have my boyfriend choke on his vomit while we made love! He assured me he was fine, as his pink tongue licked up the vomit it could reach, like a dog might.

I leaned down, my face next to his, the sour smell of Lynn's food and other stomach contents hot and moist in our nostrils. I licked up a small pile of mixed regurgitated food, shit and boy cum hot and fresh from Lynn's stomach, relishing the horrid taste and the raunchiness of eating his vomit. I chewed up the partially digested puke, then kissed Lynn, my tongue caressing his.

We kissed hotly, filthy tongue in filthy mouth, swapping spit, shit and cum. "My ass...fuck!" Lynn whispered. He obviously was on the point of an anal explosion. He rolled onto his stomach again, his naked ass high in the air.

I moved to Lynn's rear, then, satisfied he was comfortable, and separated his sweaty ass cheeks, his anal pucker now shrunken in size, but quivering from the pressure behind it. I blew on the reddish, puckered ring, grinning as I saw it tremble, then licked at it, teasing him. The shit that had leaked out previously, wet and gritty, coated my tongue, a rancid, greasy delectable taste of fat man's shit.

"Please, Scott, I can't hold it much longer," Lynn groaned.

"Okay baby, go ahead," I relented, my eyes fixed to his anus. Immediately, a loose cylindrical mound of shit nuggets piled out of his ass, the remnants of a whole, well-formed turd mercilessly broken up by several dicks pounding into it. The small pile of shit, accompanied by venting gas blurting out from side to side, was thickly coated in a mucusy white cream, an admixture of my cum and that of the cute 12 year old boy, from his energetic fucking of Lynn's ass.

I leaned closer to the growing pile of shit, and, first licking the cum, then began vigorously eating, biting and chewing, then swallowing the growing muck between Lynn's fat and sweaty bottom globes. I could feel the wetter, greasier parts of the shit pile smearing over my cheeks, chin and nose, as I buried my face deeper in his ass, driving my tongue to his ass hole, though I knew with the amount of shit coming it would be a while before I got there.

His shit was generally soft and creamy, and a dark, dark brown, ripe and stinking, only becoming gritty when I thoroughly chewed it, as Lynn was very careful of his diet, both out of respect for me, and to aid his weight loss program, certainly a unique one and not likely to be advertised on TV anytime soon. My tongue dug deeper into the hot, wet mess, digging out mouthfuls of Lynn's crap, then shoveling it to my mouth to chew, run over my tongue, savoring its rich, oily flavor, then swallowing, chunks and gulps of foul man shit filling my stomach.

The texture of a man's rich, creamy shit rolling through my mouth, the rank smell of his feces, the hot, steaming turds slowly filling my stomach, made me think back to our first meeting. I had been fairly desperate to find a source of funding to complete my college education, after being unfairly tossed off my college football team. I decide to become an escort, a straight escort, but through a mixup found myself with a very fat, and lonely, young multi-millionaire.

He made it worth my while to at least stick around for some gay sex, conventional stuff, but when we accidentally discovered our mutual, formerly undiscovered, attraction to gay scat, there began a match made in heaven, or at least in heaven's toilet room. Lynn became my boyfriend, and I moved in with him, as we explored together the joys of gay fetish sex. I'd never experienced the intensity of ecstasy that eating, and feeding shit, sucking cock and burying my cock in a tight boy ass would bring me.

I looked down at Lynn's puckered brown ass hole, still very reddish from the irritation of being fucked, and from the immense amount of shit just passed through it. I'd made good progress in munching down Lynn's hot and tasty shit, when I could feel undigested spinach fiber caught between my teeth. Spinach was one of Lynn's favorite foods. I could still taste a little of the metallic spinach taste, amid the sweet shit taste. I licked my lips. I liked the taste. I liked the texture. I liked the smell. I liked the idea of a man taking a shit in my mouth, and making me his toilet.

I looked at Lynn's pucker, briefly empty, then a thick, round dark brown mass began exiting his hole, a Chocolate Rocket from the home of the richest chocolate of all. Higher and higher the turd rose, like running in reverse a film of Excalibur sinking into the Lake. The thick, long fecal cylindrical mass pushed aside his ass lips, spreading them like the petals of a rose opening.

The turd log was well formed, unlike the previous mess, a bounty of virginal shit, ripe for the eating. I sucked the end of the dark brown, glistening turd into my mouth, savoring its hot, greasy taste. As though I were sucking the dick of a man made of shit, I wanted that monster cock-turd to explode its rich, earthy cum into my mouth.

The rancid taste of the shit log rolled over my tongue like a port-a-john dumping into a convertible. The earthy taste of Lynn's digested waste sent sparks of ecstasy through my cock, small weeping rivulets of cum spurting from my piss slit in anticipation of more fun with his shit. I bit deeply into the turd, unable to resist the taste of my fat lover's crap, his rich food sent down just for me.

I slid my hand under his thick, moist thighs, grabbing and squeezing his lengthening cock, long and slim, completely unlike the rest of his body, LOL.

"Fuck! That feels nice, Scott. Pull my dick, stretch it out, fucker, while you eat my hot load of shit! Fuck, it just feels so good to get that crap out! I've been needing to take a dump all day, while that shit stewed in my guts - eat that hot crap, lover!" Lynn was getting more and more excited as his ass pain began to go away, and his dick got a good workout in my hand. He began wiggling his sweaty, filthy ass around, smearing even more of his dark brown shit all over my face and mouth. I knew he'd probably be licking it off later, in any case.

I'd found in my short time with this fat fucker, that I was addicted to every aspect of shit play with another guy. This wasn't the first time we'd indulged in shit play with young boys, and I knew we'd be sharing the shit of more strangers soon. I began sucking the shit out of Lynn's ass hole, and there was plenty enough still erupting that I didn't have to work at it. Rather than toy with the crap in my mouth, I attacked it like a trencherman, just getting the job done.

I must have eaten pounds of shit then, and my stomach was definitely packed with it, when Lynn's ass finally stopped producing food for me. "Geez, Lynn, that's the most shit I've ever seen come out of one man's ass at a time!" I said, then belched a loud belch that must have smelled far worse than any far ever created. That thought tickled me.

"Would you like something to wash that down?" Lynn asked coyly.

"Well, okay, as long as it's piss, and hot from your cock," I said. "But I can't drink a lot, I REALLY am full."

Lynn got onto his knees, and lifted up his cute dick, pointing it at my face. A strong, golden stream of man piss immediately shot out towards my face. I brought my mouth closer, and began accepting the salty piss fountain, swallowing his rich nectar, washing down the nuggets and pieces of shit that were lining the inside of my throat. I stopped when I thought I might puke. I was learning to like the taste of another man's puke, as Lynn and I were learning, but I frankly didn't want to lose the bounty of Lynn's crap I'd worked so hard to consume.

I let the rest of his hot flow run down my body, wetting me all over, then Lynn and I hugged, our filthy bodies joined happily. "Let's suck," I suggested, and we moved into a very relaxed 69, our mouths swallowing each other's dick, tantalizing and teasing each other into ecstasy, each of us shooting thick, long, rich strings of sperm into the other's mouth. After the strong flavors of shit and piss, the taste of semen was far subtler, but just as rewarding.

Then I snuggled into his arms and we fell asleep together, the bed a total mess, shit, piss and cum everywhere. Replacing bed linen wasn't much of a concern for us. I dreamt of my project for us both, and how much we'd enjoy it.

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