I have written a third gay raunch story. All three of the stories I've written are partially based on real-life experiences I've had. This may be the last story I write, at least for a while, as I don't have any other life experience to base another story on.
Helping Jim Through College: by loop_fruit
Jim and I grew up together. I think we were in grade 4 when my mother started looking after him over lunch hour and after school until his mother came home from work.
Even at that young age, I knew that I was "different" than other boys my age. I had never heard the term "gay", but I knew that there were certain boys my age who I was attracted to. Generally speaking, I liked boys who were a bit on the aggressive side, those who were "tough" and seemed to have a lot of confidence. I also liked the way their butts looked when they wore jeans - I would sit in class, looking at some of the cuter butts, and wondering what it would feel like to have them sit on my face.
Jim was one of the boys in my class who I found especially attractive. We probably would never have become friends if my mother had not been looking after him - I was quite shy and was pretty much overlooked by his crowd of friends. But as time passed and he was at my house every day after school, we started finding some common interests. We'd play cops and robbers or superheros, and we'd get the other neighbourhood kids involved. During the summer breaks, Jim would be over at my house all day, and we had a great deal of fun together. Sometimes, even after we had spent the whole day together, I would go with him to his house and spend the night. This would usually happen on a Friday night, and would allow us to spend a lot of the day together on Saturday, playing outside in nice weather, or renting movies to watch when it was raining.
It also allowed me to sneak stuff out of Jim's pile of dirty clothes. I loved to steal his socks and his underwear, and my cock would become stiff as I sniffed at them. I was too young to really understand why I felt that way, I just knew that I was drawn to the smell of the dirtier parts of his body.
Jim was the type of kid who got a big thrill out of farting. He loved it when his farts were particularly loud, and when they smelled terribly and others around him were forced to suffer, he'd be especially proud of himself. This made him all the more attractive to me, and even though I would pretend to be sickened by this activity, in actuality, I was turned on by the smell of his farts.
As I grew a bit older, and reached puberty, I started feeling more and more sexual urges - and my attraction toward other boys increased. I would go to the library, and sneak into the corner to read books about homosexual men and what they did together - I finally had a label for myself and my desires: gay.
I learned about orgasms, and learned how to masturbate myself until the gooey white cum would shoot out of my penis. And I learned about something I had never heard of before: rimming. The idea absolutely thrilled me, and I would often fantasize about rimming the boys in my class. There was something completely intoxicating about the idea, and I would imagine myself smelling and licking their assholes while they sat on my face.
By this time, Jim and I no longer played cops and robbers, but we still spent a fair bit of time together. One of Jim's new passions was wresting, and he was always trying to pounce on me from behind and wrestle me down to the ground. Jim was bigger than me and had an advantage due to size, but I was pretty stubborn and determined not to always be on the losing end of our matches.
One day, when Jim and I were about 14, he had me pinned down and was sitting on my chest. Without warning, he moved himself forward, sitting his ass down on my face, and let a huge, loud fart rip out of his ass. The smell hit me instantly. He was laughing, thinking he was making me suffer. The truth was, I had cum in my pants without even touching my dick. I quickly pushed him off, knowing that I had to go clean myself up before the wetness leaked through my pants and became obvious to him.
I went to the bathroom to clean myself, and when I walked out, he had a big smirk on his face. I knew instinctively that he would do the same again if given the chance - it was clear that he was quite proud of his accomplishment. I relished the thought.
My obsession with smelling Jim - his farts, his clothes - grew over time. When he'd go into the bathroom for a long time, and I assumed he was taking a shit, I would make a point of going into the bathroom as soon as he was done. Sometimes, it would smell completely disgusting when he was done, which only gave me a hard-on. I would kneel in front of the toilet and sniff at the smell. I'd imagine he was still sitting there as I pulled out my cock to masturbate. On a few occasions, there would be a drop or two of his piss on the seat of the toilet. I imagined him sitting there, looking down at me on my knees before him. He'd command me to lick the piss off of the toilet seat, and I would obey him, feeling the cum shoot from my cock onto the floor as I lapped up his piss like a dog.
I kept hoping that one day he would forget to flush and I would be able to see his logs of shit floating in the toilet. I imagined myself reaching into the bowl and pulling out a turd as long and thick as a cock. I'd kneel down, imagining Jim commanding me to suck it like a cock. I would obey him, wrapping my lips around his shit and sucking it back into my throat. The truth was that in fantasy, this was all very exciting - but realistically, I didn't know if I would actually allow myself to touch Jim's shit. I didn't really think I could go that far. And as it happened, he never did leave the toilet unflushed, so I never had the opportunity to discover how far I would allow myself to go.
Throughout high school, Jim had a few girl friends, but never really dated anyone for long periods of time. He was very involved in sports, and seemed more interested in spending much of his free time playing football or soccer. We had grown somewhat distant from one another, since I was not much into sports, but we still got together from time to time. The days of wrestling were pretty much behind us - he no longer pinned me down to fart in my face. When we did get together, it was usually to grab a burger at McDonalds or something like that, so we were rarely at each other's house. That meant that I had hardly any access to his socks and underwear, or to the smelly bathroom after he'd taken a dump. During the times when I'd masturbate, I'd still think about these occasions, but I missed being exposed to the real thing.
Both Jim and I applied to various colleges, and we were surprised to learn that we'd both been excepted into the same place. Jim's focus on sports had kept him from getting great marks in high school, but he managed to squeak by with decent enough marks to get admitted into college. I, on the other hand, was much more studious, and was granted admission without any problems. Even though it had been some time since we'd been very close, we decided to be room mates while living on campus. We knew we got along well, so it made sense not to "experiment" with other room mates who we might end up hating. I, of course, had better reasons than that for wanting to room with him - imagining once again having plenty of access to his dirty clothes. It had been a few years since the last time I'd sniffed his underwear, and now that he was so heavily into sports, I knew that I would soon have access to his jock straps and other smelly athletic gear.
The first year at the college we attended was focused on general arts and science courses, so Jim and I ended up being in a few classes together. Many late afternoons and evenings, Jim was out playing football or baseball, while I stayed home and studied. It was a beautiful system, because I was left with plenty of time to get my homework done, with much time to spare for sucking Jim's dirty jock straps while beating my cock to orgasm.
Nearing the end of the first semester, Jim started worrying aloud about how he was doing in some of his classes. I tried to give him some pointers where I could, but although I didn't say it, I knew that his real problem was that he simply wasn't putting the required effort into his homework. He was especially poor at English, and because it didn't interest him much, he would at times even neglect to hand in required assignments - simply choosing not to do them. I warned him more than once that if he kept that up, he was going to fail, but he cared far more about doing well in sports than spending time on writing essays.
The end of the first semester came quickly, and one day, when there was only a couple of weeks of classes left, Jim came to me looking quite desperate.
"I need you're help," he said to me, the concern on his face was obvious. "I'm going to fail that fucking English course, and I just found out today that if I do, I won't be able to be in football next semester".
"Well", I told him, "if you want, I could proof read what you've written so far on your final paper". I knew that the final paper was due the following day, so I had assumed he'd at least started the paper. I was wrong.
"That's just the problem", he said. "I haven't even read the required reading material. There's no way I can read the two novels we're supposed to be comparing, and write the whole paper by tomorrow. I'm totally sunk".
Jim looked at me with an odd look on his face. I had no idea what he was thinking.
"Would you write the paper for me?", he asked. "I'll make it worth your while".
In all the years we had known each other, Jim had never asked me to help him cheat at anything. I was stunned by the request, and a little bit annoyed. It wasn't me who chose to dick around all semester. I had worked my ass off for my good marks. He was putting me in an uncomfortable position, and I felt resentment toward him for even asking me.
As these thoughts passed through my head, an uncomfortable silence hung in the air. Jim still had that odd look on his face. I couldn't read what he might be thinking. Finally, he spoke again:
"I know about you", he said.
The confusion must have shown on my face. I had no idea what he was talking about.
Jim was hesitant as he continued speaking. "I know what you do when I'm not here - what you've done for years".
My heart started to beat wildly in my chest. I knew that he couldn't know - there was no way. I had been so careful. I figured for certain that I was misunderstanding him, so I fought to keep my composure. "What do you mean?"
Jim sighed. He was clearly uncomfortable. "I know that you steal stuff from my pile of dirty clothes - like my underwear and jock straps. I know that you smell them and suck on them while you jerk off".
My heart was now in my throat, and I couldn't speak.
"I've seen you do it", Jim said. "I've seen it several times when you thought I wasn't around. I also know that you go into the bathroom to sniff at my shit when I'm done taking a dump. You've done that since we were kids".
"How...how could you know?", I asked, completely stunned.
"It doesn't matter", he said, "I just know. That's all".
I thought back on all of the years - had he known all of that time? Why hadn't he ever confronted me? Why did he allow me to continue? Didn't he think I was completely disgusting?
"I know how much you liked it when I sat on your face and farted, too", he said. "I know that it made you cum in your pants. I know all of this".
I could only stare at him.
"I didn't know how to handle it at first", he continued. "I figured you must be gay - I saw some of the books about gay stuff that you hid in your room. I kind of guessed that you liked me, and I didn't know how to handle it. That's why I allowed our friendship to slide a bit over the last few years of high school".
"I'm totally shocked", I managed to say. "Why did you stay my friend at all?".
"Well", he admitted, "in a way it turned me on to know how obsessed you were with me. Not that I'm gay or anything - I'm not into that at all. But it was kind of flattering to have someone salivating over me all of those years".
There was more silence. I felt like a bomb had exploded in the room.
"So anyway", Jim said, "I need help with my English paper. And I'm willing to make it worth your while if you'll write it for me".
I looked at Jim, thinking that I might be understanding, but then again, not really sure.
Jim was clearly uncomfortable, but he continued. "If you want", he said, "I'll let you fulfill some of your fantasies with me. I'll piss down your throat. I'll even...", he hesitated.
"Even what?", I asked, my heart pounding so loud I was sure he must be able to hear.
"I'll shit on your face. Or in your mouth. Whichever".
How could this be happening? The day had started out like any other. And now suddenly, I was sitting here, discussing with Jim the option of having him feed me his shit.
"Please?", Jim asked.
My mind was a whirlwind of thought, and Jim was growing uncomfortable with the silence. We both had a lot to lose or gain based on the cards that Jim had laid out on the table.
Jim stood, surprising me. He walked toward me, and stood in front of my face as I sat on the sofa. He looked down at me, and then turned his body so that his ass was in my face. That beautiful ass in his snug fitting jeans. How many times had I masturbated thinking about it?
The sound of a fart ripped from Jim's ass. He reached his hand back, and placed it on my head, slowly pulling my face towards him. I didn't resist.
I sniffed at the smell of his fart while my cock grew in my pants. I kissed his ass cheeks through his jeans, and I could hear him undoing his belt. His jeans slipped down and he pushed his underwear down with them, bending over as he moved them towards his ankles. I moved my nose into the crack of his ass just as he pushed another fart from his bowels. The stench was intoxicating, and I fell to my knees, pushing my nose into the wetness of his ass. I placed my tongue on his asshole as I undid my jeans and pulled out my cock. This was the very first time I had ever been sexual with anyone, and I felt like I was in heaven. I could taste the shit and sweat on Jim's hole, and I moaned in ecstasy. All the years I had fantasized, and here I was, with my face in the crack of Jim's ass.
He turned around, facing me, looking down at me as I knelt before him. His cock hung in my face, and I looked at his face for permission to take it into my mouth. He nodded his head.
I wrapped my lips around his cock, feeling the soft skin against my tongue. I pulled on my own cock, feeling completely in lust. "I'm going to piss", he said, and suddenly, I felt his hot piss blast into my mouth. I sucked it down, nursing on his cock, tasting the strong piss. "That's right", he said. "Drink it down".
I drank down the last few squirts of his piss, and felt his cock stiffening in my mouth. I started to suck it and he pumped it in and out, pushing it back into my throat. "Get it hard", he said, "so I can fuck you with it".
I slurped on his cock, feeling it pulse in my mouth, feeling totally amazed at all that was occurring. He placed his hand on my shoulder and pushed me backward - I laid down on the floor.
He pulled off my jeans and slipped his own jeans past his ankles and onto the floor. He pushed my legs apart and knelt between them. "Have you ever been fucked?", he asked. I nodded that I hadn't, which made him grin. He spit into his hand several times, each time rubbing the spit on his cock. Then I could feel it push against my hole. I tried to open up for it, but it hurt like hell! "Take my cock", Jim was saying. I wasn't sure I would be able to.
"It hurts", I said.
"Just take it", he repeated.
"Jim, I don't think I can. It hurts".
Jim reached over to his underwear. He held it over my face, showing me the skid marks. Then, with a grin, he pushed his underwear into my mouth to gag me.
"Hold on", he said, and with a huge thrust, he crammed his cock into my hole. I screamed in pain through the underwear. He held himself inside of me, allowing me to get used to it. Then slowly, he started to move his hips, pushing his cock in and out of my ass hole. The pain decreased as I relaxed, and his cock inside of me started to feel increasingly better. I began to move in sync with his movement. "That's right", he said. "Fucking your tight hole".
He fucked me for about 15 minutes before pulling out. I was completely overwhelmed with sexual feelings. I had never felt so good in my life.
He got up and sat on my chest, poking his cock into my face. There was brown slime on the end of it. "Clean it off", he said, with a grin, pushing his cock toward my lips. I allowed him to push into my mouth, tasting my shit. It was surreal.
Jim pulled his cock out, and moved forward, sitting over my face. His ass was wet with sweat as he slid his hole over my mouth. "Open your mouth", he said. I opened just in time for a fart to escape his ass. The taste was strong and intoxicating.
"Are you going to write that paper for me?", Jim asked.
"Yes, Jim, I'll write it," I said.
"Good", Jim said, standing up.
I was confused. "Jim, aren't you going to...?"
"To what?", he asked, smiling.
"I, I thought you were going to, to take a shit", I said.
"Nah", he said. "I think I've done more than I need to in order to get you to write that paper for me".
"But..."
"But, what?", he asked.
I felt let down, and didn't know what to say. Jim had a big smile on his face, and seemed to be enjoying the fact that he was withholding his shit from me, as if he was toying with a child wanting candy.
Jim farted. "I really do need to shit," he said, sitting back in the chair and putting his feet up on the coffee table.
What was he wanting? He smiled at the confusion on my face.
"An hour ago, you made me feel like I had to beg you to write that paper for me", he said. "Now, I want you to beg me for what you want".
It seemed absurd. He wanted me to beg him to allow me to eat his shit? But I knew I wanted it.
"Please", I said, quietly.
Jim laughed. "That's hardly good enough. Why don't you start by crawling over here and kneeling in front of me".
I started over toward him, but he stopped me. "No - I want you to crawl - right on your face. Like you're groveling".
I had gone so far toward fulfilling my fantasies. I had drank his piss, and smelled the farts straight from his hole. If I didn't get to eat his shit today, I might never have such an opportunity again in my life. I got down on my face, and crawled toward him. He laughed as he saw it.
"Very good. Now look up at me".
I looked at him.
"What do you want from me", he asked, grinning.
"Your shit, Jim, please let me have your shit".
"Call me 'sir'".
"Yes, sir, please give me your shit".
"Where do you want it?".
"In my mouth, sir, please, I beg you, please shit in my mouth". My voice was pleading and it made him laugh.
"I'll give you the choice", Jim said. "Either you become my toilet - for as long as we live together - or we stop right here and you get nothing more". His face was practically glowing with a smile.
I thought for just a second. I knew that I didn't want to let this opportunity go by. "I'll do it", I said.
"Beg".
"I beg you, sir, let me be your toilet. Please, sir".
"What's it worth to you?", he asked, smiling more.
I was confused.
"I think", he said, "that perhaps I may need other homework done for me, from time to time".
"Yes sir, anything you want from me", I pleaded with him.
"Okay then", he said, "lay on your back".
I scrambled onto my back, wanting to make sure I allowed him no time to change his mind. He squatted over my face, allowing me to smell the shit and sweat that lingered there.
"Here it comes", he said, grunting.
I grabbed hold of my cock, jerking furiously as I looked up into his eyes. His face was contorted as he struggled to push the shit from his hole. I felt his asshole opening up, and wrapped my lips tightly around it. A hard, solid log of shit started to push past my lips, scraping against my teeth as it entered my mouth. The taste was disgusting and incredible at the same time, and I bit into his log, chewing and swallowing as more and more was pushed into my mouth. "Eat it all", he said.
He had me lick his ass clean when he was done, and I lapped it up like an eager puppy. He slid back onto my chest and looked at me. "Your face is covered in my shit", he said, with a grin.
He started jerking at his cock, pointing it toward my face. I was still jerking wildly, and suddenly, I felt the most incredible orgasm as I spurted cum all over my chest and Jim's back. He came seconds later, squirting all over my face.
When he was done, he simply got up, looked at me and said, "I think you'd better get cleaned up", and he headed for the shower.
I lay there, Jim's shit and cum all over my face, with millions of thoughts buzzing around in my head. "Now I'm his toilet", I thought. I couldn't wait to see what the days ahead would bring.
written by loop_fruit email encouraged: loop_fruit@hotmail.com