WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS A SEXUALLY EXPLICIT FICTIONAL STORY. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, OR IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN READING ABOUT SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SITUATIONS AND ACTIVITIES.
GYM FUCK
I use the gym at the nearby community college some nights. A friend of mine is an instructor there and lets me in late when no one is using the mats. I like working up a good sweat doing gymnastics, keeps this body of mine in top condition.
So, there I was last Thursday around midnight. I'd been at it for about an hour, my friend having let me in with instructions on locking up after I was done. You know that eerie feeling you get that someone is watching you? Well, the hair was raising up on the back of my neck. It was spooky. Looking around though, I didn't see anyone. Still, I had that feeling someone was there. I had just done a dismount from the bars when I saw him. The shock of seeing this guy took my breath away more than all the flips and tumbles I'd been doing for the past hour. He was standing over in the shadows by some stacked mats near an alcove in the wall, just staring at me.
"You gave me quite a start," I said, "how long have you been there?"
He didn't say anything right off. Just sauntered over towards me. This was a little creepy. I was hoping I wasn't dealing with some midnight murderer. Finally, "Sorry, I liked watching you. You don't mind do you?"
"Uh, no, I guess its Ok." What was this guy's trip? "Its just I thought I was here alone, you know? Kept thinking someone was watching me. Gave me the creeps." I noticed his shoes were leaving black marks on the gym floor. "You should take off those shoes in here. You're marking up the floor."
He looked down. "Oh, yeah, I guess so." He took off his shoes, balancing on one foot at a time as he did. He was standing really close. He just reached out and ran a finger down my furry leg. "You're sure sweaty. Smells good." He was kind of smiling at me, holding his finger up to his nose.
Shit! What was this guy up to? It was fucking midnight and here he was lurking in the corners and now sniffing my B.O. "Hey, I don't know what you're doing here, but I kinda want to finish up with my workout. So..."
"Oh, yeah. I'm sorry. Um, you wouldn't want to wrestle around some, would you? You know, just for fun?" He stood there, shifting his weight around, looking uncomfortable.
"Wrestle?" Fuck, maybe if I did, he'd go away. This guy had some agenda he wasn't letting me in on and it was nerving me out. "Yeah, sure. Just for a little while though, Ok?"
"Great! Great, just let me get these jeans and shirt off first." I watched as he stripped down to his white underwear, a t-shirt and socks. I had a tank top and shorts on myself, so I figured it made sense. I noticed he either had a hard on under his shorts or he had the biggest soft cock I'd ever seen. Quite the basket showing. I started getting the idea. This guy was coming on to me. Takes a while sometimes before I get these things.
We got into the stance and went at each other. I hooked him under the left leg and he went down with a crash onto the mats. I had him pinned down in seconds. It was too easy. "Uh, you know, the object of this is for you to resist a little bit," I whispered in his ear. "I think maybe you want something else." I pushed and kicked off my gym shorts and laid my white brief clad crotch right into his face. I let my full weight rest there and ground my hips into his moaning face. I reached around and grabbed his hard cock through his shorts, squeezing hard. "I think you like this, don't you?" Just more moaning and heavy panting. "Lick my cock through that underwear," I ordered. "Get it all wet for me." He started slobbering like a puppy, sucking and licking at the material. I could soon clearly see my cock and balls through the spit slimed fabric.
I stood up and pulled my underwear off, standing over him stroking my cock.
"Take yours off too. Let me see your dick. I like seeing how turned on you are by this."
He quickly took them off and remained laying below me on the mats looking up.
"You like my B.O.? Lick the sweat off my nuts."
I've got big shaved balls. I lowered them down to his mouth, his tongue already out lapping at the air in anticipation.
"That's a good boy. Go lower. Get that tongue going between my legs under my nuts."
He shifted down, my nuts sliding over his nose covering his eyes. I decided to see how far he'd go.
"How about you clean up my ass crack for me? You like that? You want to kiss my ass for me? Its probably pretty stinky there. Think you can handle it?"
His head nodded best it could in the affirmative. I inched up and spread my ass out over his face, my hole centered on his lips.
"Yeah, I need that cleaned up real good."
Fuck it felt great. His tongue was lapping back and forth, his lips kissing and sucking at my hole. My cock was hard as a rock. I let my ass lips part slightly and heard a soft fart blow into his face. I took a hold of his nuts and pulled, squeezing down on them. I had a smile on my face.
"You like sniffing my farts?"
He nodded again and babbled something I couldn't hear. I took it as a yes. I pushed out and let go with a huge blast of gas right in his groveling face. I felt his cock straining above the grip I had on his nuts.
"Don't you think about cumming yet, fucker. I've only started teaching you how to be my toilet. That's what you want, isn't it? Down there sucking on my shit hole. Letting me cut farts in your face. You must want it all. Right?"
He was positively quaking under me, his tongue now digging at my open hole.
"That's right, get that tongue as far up in there as you can, see what you find."
I'd been constipated for a few days, so I knew there was plenty of shit up my ass. This was just what I needed to get me flowing regular again.
I began bearing down, feeling my hole opening way up, his tongue sliding all the way in, rummaging around inside. I could tell the tip of his tongue had hit shit when he let out a shuddering moan and began working like crazy on me. I stopped pushing out and tightened up a bit. I heard a cry of despair as his tongue was forced out of my mud tunnel. Poor guy, so close to the pay dirt. Maybe I'd take pity on him and let him have another taste.
"You want to lick that turd in there some more? How about it? Need another feel of that chocolate ass candy on your tongue?"
He was making all sorts of animalistic noises under me, snorting and wimpering. How could I deny him such pleasure?
His hands were caressing my ass cheeks trying to coax me into opening up again for him. I slowly started letting him in until I heard the groan of his contact with my shit log once more. My cock was dripping precum knowing what I was about to do. I just let that turd keep sliding out real slowly.
"Bite it off, boy," I said, once I knew I'd gotten a good inch of that thick log into his mouth.
"Time for eating and swallowing that shit. You don't get anymore until that's down in your belly. And I know you want a lot more of my shit."
I squatted on his chest so I could watch him chew on my shit. I especially liked seeing his throat muscles work as he swallowed it down, gulp after gulp. This was one hungry boy.
As I sat on his chest I felt the shit continue to ease out of me onto his t- shirt. I knew I had a ton of it up there, so I decided to go ahead and dump on him some. After I'd laid that 5 inch turd on his chest I got off him and crouched to the side.
"You finished what I gave you? Ready for some more?"
I took a hold of his arm and put his hand on the turd laying on the material of his shirt on his chest. It had made a nice brown stain on the white fabric.
"Pick it up."
He took the hot, brown log up in his fist and I steered his hand to his mouth.
"Open up, baby. Start munching on that shit. I want to see how bad you want some more out of my ass."
He sucked the glossy turd and got it slicker with his saliva, then began scraping it with his teeth getting chunks caught all between his pearly whites. Then he just began scarfing it down, chomping off pieces, swallowing my feces in great mouthfuls.
"I guess you deserve another face sitting session after that," I laughed, squatting back down over his mouth and grinding my ass into him.
I smeared his face with shit, getting it up his nose and all over his cheeks. I blew another fart out along with some loose shit, right on his upturned face. He was trying to get to his dick to stroke it, but I knocked his hands away. I wasn't done with this guy yet.
I jammed my crack onto his lips and felt them lock on around my gaping hole. I was ready to pump him full with the rest.
"Get ready for more of my shit, man. Just open wide and take it all."
I shit turd after turd into his accepting mouth, feeling his lips helping to work it out of me into him. He was in a frenzy under me, totally turned on as I was. I grunted and strained, giving him everything I had left inside me. I could feel the shit backing up out of his mouth and covering his face and my ass. I shit it all out, then rubbed my ass around on his shitty face while I beat off my cum load which I shot all over his crap incrusted face. I noticed his cock was shooting too, sticked straight up in the air and spontaneously ejaculating.
I used his underwear to wipe off my cock and ass, tossing it at him as I pulled up my own shorts.
"Get yourself cleaned up a little and get out of here. You're a fucking stinking mess. You want more toilet training, you know where to find me, right, ass wipe?"
I felt my cock stir a little as I looked down at him laying on the mats, his mouth crammed full of my shit. I considered yanking my shorts down again and plunging my cock into that sewer mouth of his, but decided I'd wait until next time.
He got up and put on his now cum and shit covered underwear, then his jeans. He buttoned his shirt on and as he was tucking it in I had an idea.
"Hold it. Spit that shit out you've got in your mouth into your hand."
His cheeks were bulging with my crap. His mouth looked like an asshole taking a dump as he did what I said to do. I loved watching his lips puff out and seeing that shit slide from his mouth. He now had a nice pile of crap in his hand. I then pushed his hand to his open crotch and made him fill the front of his jeans with it. The stench, the reeking aroma of it was overpowering. When he buttoned his jeans, you could see the brown shit oozing out between them.
"Now wipe the rest on your shirt front. I want anyone who sees you to know you're a fucking shit eating freak. And with the way you smell, no one's going to have any doubts about that."
He got on his shoes and started for the exit. I was wondering just how the fuck he was going to get home.
"You got a car?"
He shook his head no.
"I'll give you a ride, but only if you come spend the night at my house. I'll need to shit again in the morning you realize..."
He nodded and got a sly grin on his face.