Jon and Me

Jon and Me (size and scat fantasy)

Part 1 and 2

Like the idiot that I am I had locked myself out of the house. My mom wouldn't be back from work for a few hours so I had gone over to the park. Just a place to hang out, but I couldn't kid myself, maybe I would see some guys that I would fantasize about later. I'm eighteen, the total nerd and I like to look at guys. I am the equipment manager at our high school, well, the assistant manager. Not that I am in to athletics, but I am into athletes. The locker rooms you know. I'm 5'6" and weigh about 115 pounds, the scrawny type. Late to school because of childhood illnesses. About the only thing I have going for me is my big cock, a eight inches long and perpetually on the verge of getting hard. Oh yeah, and maybe my nipples, which I love. They can stick out an inch, half an inch wide with the surrounding part about three inches across. So yes, I do look funny, skinny, hairless, with a big cock hanging down and two big nipples on my thin chest. Not exactly the kind of guy that anyone would mistake as a stud of some kind.

I wandered over to a bench where I could keep an eye on the restrooms in the park. I liked to think that I would get into some kind of wild sexual fling with a cute stud. It would never happen, me, this immature little wimpy kid that no one would be attracted to, plus way to shy to ever do anything about my thoughts. I liked to dream though. I am a total piss and scat freak and secretly play with my pee and shit at home. One of the things I love to do is press my cock into my rectum and piss up there. I was excited about trying that here. The idea of walking around with an ass full of piss sloshing around inside me was a real turn on.

As I sat there I saw Jon Vinson run by. He was this totally cool guy that had graduated last year and used to run the track at school after practices were over. I was usually the last to leave and sometimes I would hang around the football field and run the track myself, hoping to fill out a little. Usually though I just sat on a bench. I would see Jon run in his sweat pants he wore no matter the temperature, and a tank top. He was very tall, a foot over me, with the classic swimmers build. I had many a fantasy about him, and oh the things we would do together.

I watched him run pass when he swung around and headed over to the men's room. He slowed to a walk and glanced at me, then smiled. Pausing in front of me, he asked if I wasn't the kid that hung around the football field. I gulped nervously and stammered out that I was, telling him that I was the equipment manager. He smiled again and sat next to me, asking what I thought our chances were for the year. He went on to say that he had run track the year before but had graduated. I bobbed my head in acknowledgment, telling him that I knew exactly who he was and what races he had run in and so on. He smiled again and asked what I was doing here. Before I could think I told him that I had locked myself out of my house and had to wait until my mom got home. I almost passed out with shame. what a jerk, I sounded like a little kid!

I tried to cover up and said that I just come over here to get a little exercise and had just sat for a minute to catch my breath before going in to take a piss. Oh yeah! Like he was interested in that! We chatted for a bit, he told me he had gotten a job after school, got his own little place to live but still liked to keep in shape. I was impressed and it showed, I thought he was so mature and asked him what it must be like to live on his own, where he worked and so on. I mentioned that it would be a drive to his work and did he still have his truck, a totally cool old pickup. When I told him I thought his truck was cool and described it, he gave me this look. I started stammering again about how I thought he was really cool and I knew about him.

He seemed to like that I was impressed by him. He stood up, saying that he had to hit the bathroom and asking if I had regained my breath. I said I had. When he then said well c'mon then, I really didn't know what to do. My head was sort of spinning and I just got up and followed along with him into the men's room. This was a typical park men's room. Concrete floors, a couple of urinals and one stall. Other than the stall everything was out in the open.

We walked towards the urinals with me holding back slightly. All these wild thoughts were flooding through my mind. Was this an innocent situation? Was there something going on here? Should I wait until he goes? Jon walked right up to the urinal with me trailing behind him. He waited until I was standing next to him, then slowly he pulled down the front of his sweats and hauled out his cock and let it drop down.

It was enormous! So huge that I was staggered, literally. I grabbed hold of his arm, murmuring "oh my God" over and over. He slipped his arm around me and asked if I was okay? I mumbled something to him, and then, like a little kid, I just leaned my head against his shoulder and slid my arm around his back and squeezed tightly. I couldn't catch my breath. I stared down at his cock. It sprung out of a thick forest of pubes that were mostly covered by his shirt. It was massive, thick and long and uncut. the foreskin dangled loosely at the end of it but the head was clearly visible beneath the skin. It was sort of flat along the top and arched gracefully down in a beautiful curve. I would guess it at not quite a foot long, two and a half inches wide and totally soft.

Suddenly he started to piss, a wide stream that just spewed from the dangling foreskin. When he started I grabbed him even tighter, which he didn't seem to mind. My cock had erected instantly. This was the hottest thing I had ever seen. I had to resist from reaching over and running my hand through the stream. All I wanted to do was hold it and direct that fountain of urine. I could feel it splashing on to me and figured he had to get wet also. He just stood there, his arm around me and peed. It was incredible.

He said to me that he thought I had to go also. After waiting for what seemed the longest time I kind of muttered that I didn't think I could go right now. I didn't want to tell him that I had this raging hard on. Then again, I didn't want him to think I was to shy to go in front of him. I finally thought, to hell with it, and took the plunge. I told him that I had a hard on and I couldn't piss, reached into my shorts and set my rigid cock free. This time he was the one to gasp. I looked up into his face, let my cock go, and it snapped up almost vertically. "See, I said, It's too hard for me to go"

He whistled quietly, then said "that's huge!". My heart skipped a beat. he liked it!

I had to say something so I apologized! I told him I was so sorry and not to laugh at me but I just thought he was the sexiest, coolest man I'd ever seen. Much to my relief he just smiled and gave me a little squeeze.

He kept pissing this whole time and I looked back down and watched. His cock was stirring a little while he went. Thickening and lengthening a bit. His pee kept splashing on us, even more so as the head slowly lifted. Finally he stopped peeing, and with his other hand reached down and shook it, then stroked the length of it to get the last few drops out. My grip on him tightened even more as I watched. Finally, when he finished, he pulled his arm from around me, stuffed his cock back down his leg and said, "Time to go".

He must have seen the disappointment on my face because he asked me if I wanted to head back to his place and hang out for a while. My face lit up and I told him I would love to, if I wouldn't be a bother. "Naw" he said, and then smiling, he told me I could go there. Embarrassed once again I started blabbering about how I really am able to piss, which was a really stupid thing to say. So then, to defend myself after that, I started to tell him how much I loved to piss and how exciting it was to me. Realizing that I was just making it worse I stopped talking. He gave me this look but didn't say anything.

Indicating that he was parked over there, we walked over to his truck. He opened the drivers side door and motioned for me to get in. There was a box on the seat and I asked if I should put it in the bed, he told me no, just push it over and get in. I did and he climbed in next to me. I was in heaven. here I was sitting right next to Jon Vinson. I could feel the heat of his thigh against mine. I could see the wet stain of his pee in his sweats. We made the short drive to his place, sort of an old motel/apt house thing. We walked in off the ground floor to one big room, barely furnished. Just a kitchen area in one corner, a double bed, dresser with a tv on top. The bathroom was off this room.

He sat on the edge of the bed, right in the center of the end, and patted a spot next to him, for me to sit. I almost jumped in next to him. I sat down as close as I dared, figuring I shouldn't sit in his lap like I wanted to. We talked about things for a while, my thigh pressed against his, my shoulder rubbing his arm while we talked. At one point he had gestured as he was talking then let his hand settle on my thigh. The blood rushed to my head and I really stopped hearing what he was saying. All I could feel was his hand burning on my leg. I pressed against him even harder and my cock started to get hard again. It started to snake down my leg towards his hand, finally butting against the side of his hand. He looked down, then at me, and grinned. I reached down to shove it out of the way but he laughed and said not to bother. Then he stood up, saying he had to get out of his sweats, it was too hot. He stepped in front of me, back towards me, and pulled off his tank top. I looked from his broad shoulders, down his flat back to his narrow hips. Then slowly bending over he began to slide his sweat pants off. I watched as his smooth hairless butt started to appear. Bending over more, his pants dropped to the bottom of his buttocks and keeping his legs straight, he pushed his pants off. When he went to slip them off his feet his ass hole appeared, and I gasped. I was staring straight at the weirdest, sexiest hole. It seemed to start just below the small of his back and then disappear between his legs, It was lined by loose puffy lips and just seemed, well huge and sexy. I involuntarily started to reach out and touch this mesmerizing hole. When he threw his pants to the side he swung around to face me, his incredible cock swinging wildly. My hand was still outstretched and his cock slapped against it. I jerked my hand back and stared. I saw his huge bush for the first time. There was a two inch trail of hair starting at his bellybutton that led to a bush that spread thick and luxuriant across his belly, not quite to his hips, then angled over to the tops of his thighs. His cock hung to a ways above his knees, pushed out by his massive balls. They were in scale to his cock, about the size of a pool ball.

I stared for a moment, then my hand reached out slowly. I didn't say anything, I didn't look up at him, my hand just reached out and sank into the hair above his massive cock. I, who was almost totally hairless except for a few wisps of pubic hair and in my armpits, couldn't believe the freakish sight in front of me. His pubes were a soft thick undergrowth of long silky hair. I slid my hand to his cock and stroked along the top of it. It was unbelievably hot and smooth. I heard him chuckle and that brought me out of my trance. I looked up at him and whispered "You're beautiful".

He smiled and said "aren't you the one into piss? Don't you need to go?" I just nodded, and complied when he told me to lose my clothes and he would help me to go. I pulled my shirt off then started to push down my shorts while he stood just in front of me. I bent over to slide them off and the top of my head grazed his pubes. I turned so that the side of my face pressed against his vast bush and continued to slide my shorts off. My face trailed against his cock and I breathed in the sweaty aroma. I straightened back up, totally consumed by this man standing in front of me. I didn't even really notice that my cock was absolutely rigid and thumping against my stomach. He looked me up and down for a moment, then he reached out to stroke my cock briefly, then he reached up with both hands and ran his palms over my nipples. "Fantastic" he murmured.

He led me into the bathroom and in front of the toilet. I just stood there, in a trance. My cock was rock hard, no way was I going to be able to pee. He stood behind me, his body pressed against mine. I could feel his cock nestled between my butt cheeks, then felt it slide past them as he bent over a little, reached around me and grabbed my cock. He stroked it up and down a bit then gently said to me "you still can't go can you?" I couldn't answer, I just leaned back against him, feeling his body, still sticky and sweaty from his run.

I have to go some more, would that be okay? I nodded. Would you like to help he asked? I nodded again and he slowly turned me around until I was facing him. "okay, help me" he whispered. I stared into his eyes, then slowly knelt in front of him. His cock was right before my eyes, and I studied it, looking at the veins, the undulations, it seemed to be pulsing beneath the skin. I gently took it in my hands and lifted it, staring at his loose foreskin. I pulled the skin back, seeing the huge head emerge, seeing the long piss slit. I ran my hands over it again then tilted a little to the side and kissed it.

"It's coming" he said, and I could feel the urethra swell, his piss slit open to a circle then his piss flowed out. I directed it not at the toilet, but onto my chest. I heard him breathe deeply. His cock started to fill out and thicken, lifting slightly. I adjusted the stream up and let his piss wash over my nipples. I looked up into his eyes and he read the adoration there. Keeping my eyes on him, I told him I wanted everything he could give me. I wanted him to use me, I wanted to belong to him. I had no idea where this was coming from, where I got the nerve, but it was what I wanted. Watching him closely, trying to gauge his reaction, I raised his cock. The spray bounced off my chest, splashing onto both of us. I moved it higher, spraying my neck, then my chin.

My eyes gazed at him, silently pleading with him to accept me. Never taking my eyes from him I slowly opened my mouth. The stream moved further. I had to pull my head back now because of the length of his growing cock. It was now probably fifteen inches long and getting thicker. Too thick to be of any real use other than pissing or stroking. I bent my head further back to keep my eyes fixed on his as he silently watched me. His piss was bouncing off my chin, then my lower lip, some of it splashing into my mouth and rolling out to the sides. I raised it more and held it there, shooting directly into my mouth. The taste was salty, bitter, astringent, and wonderful. I could feel it pouring from my mouth and spilling down my chest. Now was the real test, not whether I would drink it, but would he accept me doing it. I stared at him then began to close my mouth. My lips sealed the end of his cock and I drank him in. Instantly his cock hardened but he kept pissing. I swallowed as fast as I could, breathing through my nose. My eyes began to water and it was all I could do to swallow fast enough. I was on the verge of choking and gagging, but I wouldn't. I sucked air hard through my nose, tears beginning to run down my face, but I would not let one drop of his precious urine escape me. My stomach began to expand and I couldn't believe how much he was pissing. I could barely contain myself, the most erotic thing I have ever done.

I could barely move my hips in this position, but I was trying to thrust them forwards. I felt like I could cum from drinking his piss. Finally his stream slowed, then stopped. I gasped in deep breaths of air. It was only now that I realized he was totally erect and I was leaning way back so I could continue to drink from his cock. It was so thick that my hand couldn't begin to encircle it.

I started to rise up, running my hands over his thighs then up his hips. Wanting to worship his entire body, every part of it. I used my tongue as much as my hands. Burying my face in the forest of hair above his cock, letting my tongue climb up his body, feeling every ridge of his hard abdomen. I sucked on his nipples, flicking them with my tongue. I wrapped my arms tightly around him. My hard cock was pressed rigidly between us, his cock was pushed between my legs, pressing against my balls.

Jon asked if I was ready to piss. I told him yes, but I would have to do it alone. I read the question in his eyes, and averting my gaze I told him that I had to shit so badly that if I relaxed enough to piss, my shit would come out. He leaned back, and cupped my chin with his hand, pulling my face up to look back into his eyes. He whispered to me, that would be fine, he wasn't letting me get away.

I stared at him while I relaxed. His cock was between my legs and I captured it between my thighs and held it there. I felt my ass loosen and my shit start to lower in my bowels. At the same time piss began to run up my hard cock. As a thick stream shot between us a huge turd began to slide out of my body. Because of the curve of my cock, and as I was so much shorter than him, I was getting most of my piss. I remained staring into his eyes as my urine ran over of us. Most of it was splashing onto my face. It was burning my eyes, but I would not shut them. I wanted to watch him watching me as I opened my mouth and caught as much of it as I could. To see him watching my eyes burn and my piss shoot into my nose.

My turd was inching out of my ass. It pushed down on his cock as it came out. His cock scraped against my thighs as the press of my shit pushed it ahead of its advance. Eventually my turd broke off and dropped to the floor. I unwrapped my arms from around him and ran them over his chest, washing his body with my piss. When I finished peeing I stepped back and drank in the sight of his glistening body. As I looked down I saw a thick smear of my crap running down the long length of his cock.

I dropped to my knees before him, lowered my butt until I felt my balls resting on my turd, and with both hands raised his cock. I stared at his awesome cock, made even more so by the wedge of shit covering the top. I leaned back further to get the massive head in front of my face. As I did, my butt pressed into my turd, pushing shit between my ass cheeks. I smelled my shit on his cock, then tentatively flicked my tongue towards the bed of shit. I lapped at it, my tongue making short strokes, working its way through the mass until I reached the skin of his cock. I stiffened my tongue and used it as a plow to scoop my shit off him. I started to push my way up his cock and my shit peeled off and slid into my mouth.

When a little ball of shit was in my mouth I looked up to see his reaction. I was afraid I would see his face lined in disgust, but instead he was looking at me like this was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Like me, his breathing was shallow and rapid. I began to chew my shit, reveling in the taste and the clay like texture. When the shit had softened and become wetter with my saliva, I let it slide down my throat and join his urine in my stomach. I dipped my head back to his cock and shoveled more feces back into my mouth. This time I nearly filled my mouth. Turning back up to let him see I worked the shit until I was able to swallow it again. Some drooled out of my mouth and ran down, dripping onto my chest. I repeated this until his cock was almost clean. Then I swabbed him totally clean, washing him with my tongue.

My chest was a sea of brown loose spit and shit. My huge nipples poked well off my chest and the watery shit dripped off them. My cock was so hard, it was beating rhythmically with each heart beat, tapping my chest each time my heart beat. His cock was so hot and heavy in my hands it was hard to grasp it, both mentally and physically. It was full length, nineteen inches long and well over four inches in diameter. Both my hands could barely encircle it. his balls hung so low, probably a good foot from the base of his cock. They gently swayed every time I moved his cock. He had to keep his legs widespread to allow me access to them.

I slid my hands down his cock, retracting his foreskin, and his piss slit was exposed. Opening my mouth as wide as I could I pressed my lips against the head of his cock. I let my tongue snake out and tease his pee hole. I worked my tongue against his slit and began to push inside of his cock. My heart leapt! Part of me was now inside of him. I pushed deeper, forcing my mouth against his cockhead as hard as I could. My tongue was fully extended, probably an inch and a half inside his cock. What an amazing feeling, my tongue burrowing down inside his cock, tasting him, feeling the slick sides of his piss canal. I tongue fucked his cock for a long time until I could take no more.

Reaching down I grabbed a sizeable chunk of my shit and placed it into my mouth. Using my tongue I began to push my shit into his piss slit. Once that was filled I picked up another big handful, so large I had difficulty getting it into my mouth. I was so filled that I couldn't close my lips. I used both hands to spread his foreskin apart and, using my mouth, began to fill that with my shit also. Eventually I encased his cock head in a ball of shit and stretched his foreskin around it, savoring the remaining bits in my mouth. Letting go of his cock, it swung down like a pendulum, slowly swaying forwards and back.

I had kept my eyes on Jon as much as I could, reveling at the look in his eyes, a look of pure lust tempered with a gentle sweetness. He grabbed my arms and pulled me up, his cock dragging on me as I pressed against him. He whispered that he wanted the last of my shit, then I would get his. I almost started to cry I was so excited and grateful, to taste his lips, his sweat, his shit...

Part 2

As he lifted me, the fat ball of shit enclosed in his foreskin bumped over my body. My cock was so rigid, so painfully hard, that it didn't even move as it scraped over his cock. Jon brought my face to his and plunged his tongue inside my mouth. It squirmed around and over my wide open lips. He was searching for the remnants of shit I had been nursing on. Quickly swallowing the loose shitty juices I retained, I pushed the last solid chunk of shit onto my tongue and felt Jon suck it into his mouth. Then he swallowed it.

I wrapped my arms around him even harder and pressed my lips against his until they hurt. I couldn't believe it, I was ecstatic. Part of me, the most intimate part, my shit was now part of his body. I visualized it moving through his body, seeing it drop down his gullet and settle in his stomach. I had worshipped this beautiful guy for a long time and now I was part of him.

Jon easily lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around him, my cock pressed between us. The precum that drooled from my cock causing a slight slippery feeling. He carried me over to his bed and gently laid me down. He stood over me for a moment and I drank in his body. His broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist. His long thick cock with the prominent ball of shit at the end dangling between his knees. His huge balls, nestled heavily in their sac and hanging a foot below, swaying with the movements of his cock.

Impossibly my cock became harder. Pulsing in sync to my heartbeat, the head purplish and swollen, precum oozing out to pool on my stomach. Jon leaned over and sucked up the precum, then straddled my body. As he sat down, I could momentarily see his huge asslips hanging between his legs when his ball sac slipped to the side. Then he was down on me, my cock sitting between his ass cheeks. His balls hug over my side to rest on the bed. He lifted up his cock and laid it along my body, the end pressing against the side of my face.

I watched breathlessly to see what he was going to do. Staring me in the eyes, Jon picked up his cock, and leaning down a bit, brought the head to his mouth. Holding the shaft in both hands he slowly peeled his foreskin back. About half of my shit remained on his cockhead, the rest coated the inside of his foreskin. He first licked at the shit on his cockhead, then began to take bites of it, until his mouth was nearly full. Slowly he took a few chews. I watched transfixed, moving my gaze from his eyes, to his mouth to his neck. With very few chews he began to swallow. I could see his throat bulge from the shit as it slid down.

When he had cleaned his cockhead of all traces and swallowed it all down, he slid forward slightly, and pulled his foreskin back up, then slid his hand up his cock until my remaining shit was gathered past his cockhead and into his foreskin. I opened my mouth wide as he pressed the end of his cock against my lips and squeezed my shit into my mouth. His cock covered more than my mouth and some of it was spread over my face. My mouth was forced open with the volume of the last of my turd. Jon slid back down me, once again capturing my cock between his butt cheeks. He leaned over and began to scrape up the shit coating my face. I laid there, my mouth propped open by the huge ball of shit in my mouth, while he gathered my shit into his mouth. Then he pressed his mouth against mine and we began to chew and swap our balls of shit. As the shit began to liquefy we swallowed it down.

I was unconsciously hunching my hips, sliding my cock between his cheeks, lubricated by the continuing precum from my cock. When all the shit was in our stomachs he lifted off my body, spun around and knelt on all fours with his asshole above my face. I looked up and marveled at his huge asshole. His asslips started to protrude even more, extending down like a cone about maybe four inches. It was impossible to resist and I pressed my face against his ass, sliding my tongue inside. As I did this they lengthened even more, then began to widen, spreading over my face until both my mouth and nose were covered. My searching tongue licked against an enormous turd that was descending through his body. I froze, not believing that I was licking his turd, feeling its knobby surface, tasting him, even through the coating of my shit that remained on my tongue.

I laid there unmoving, except for my tongue. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I began to pant in excitement, managing to suck air through that curtain of his asslips covering half my face. As his turd moved inexorably down it pushed my tongue in front of it. I was desperately trying to sink my tongue into the turd but it was too hard. My heavy breathing and almost unbearable excitement rose even higher, and when his turd pressed against my teeth I lost it. My cock exploded, shooting out long spurts of cum. Jon reacted immediately and engulfed my cock in his mouth, drinking down a huge volume of cum.

While my orgasm exploded, that's where my attention was centered and I didn't really recognize that his turd was still descending, and now pushing my face away from his ass. As my orgasm subsided I realized I could easily breathe again as his long asslips were now wrapped around a turd over three inches thick. I let my head drop back onto the bed and watched his turd emerge. I watched as it came lower, until it was pressed against my face, centered over my mouth but also touching my nose to my chin. It was starting to push my head into the mattress when Jon began to inch his body forward, laying the turd down the length of my body.

I watched as he laid the most beautiful turd on my body. It crept from his body, his thick long lips wrapped around it, stretched to about five inches. The end had fallen off my face so extended from my shoulder to my crotch. It left a thin smear of shit on my still rigid cock. When it finally fell from him, his ass blossomed out in a long, thick, angry red prolapse, which finally retreated back inside, leaving the cone of his ass jutting out. Jon turned his head back to look at me and said "I think there is more, reach inside and check." At first I was confused. Did he mean use my tongue and swab around in his mouth? Then I realized he meant use my tongue and see if I could scrape any more out. I began to sit up with my mouth open and my tongue out when he said "No, use your hand"

Got it, stick my hand inside him. I blushed with my stupidity but eagerly started to feel his ass. I worked my fingers around his rubbery lips, parting them, and slowly and gently reaching inside him. I had never done this before but had thought about it a lot. I had often wanted to do it to others, but without a chance. Someday I also wanted someone to do it to me, but had only used dildos and things. My hand sunk in further, lightly touching the walls of his rectum. There was sort of a thickish feel to his ass, but I wasn't sure if I was touching feces, or what. I stopped probing, not sure how deep to go, when he began to back up onto my arm. It was so exciting, watching his asslips retreat as they were scraped in by my advancing arm. I was now several inches past my wrist and was just holding my arm stiff as he backed up on it.

As he moved farther in I felt a constriction that offered some resistance. Jon pushed harder and I could see his ass advance up my arm, but internally something was giving elastically but I wasn't going past the obstruction. Suddenly it gave way and I could feel my hand rush past the opening and now knew I had found his remaining shit. My hand was buried in a mass of medium hard shit, warm and thick. I couldn't believe it. My arm was inside his body! We were becoming more and more merged, more as one. My heart was singing! Oh, I was so connected to him. He had backed up far enough on my arm, almost to the elbow, to be able to suck my cock again and I could hear him drinking my precum.

Making a scoop of my hand I filled it with his feces and began to back out of his body. His ass was dragged out with my arm and tended to clean off any shit leaving just a spotty coating. But when my hand emerged there was a huge mass of burning shit cupped in my palm. I couldn't believe it! I forgot how Jon was giving me his treasure, or that he even existed. Moments ago I was part of him, now I was solely focused on the half pound of firm, but not hard shit I held in my hand. There were no other thoughts, just this wonderful gift. I brought my hand slowly to my face, ignoring the fact that in so doing I knocked his massive turd off my chest. It rolled onto the bed, nestled against the side of my body. Vaguely I realized that Jon had stopped sucking my cock and was watching me, but that didn't matter, all I knew was the shit in my hand. Tentatively I lapped at it with my tongue.

It wasn't enough, not near enough. Uncontrollably I opened my mouth as wide as I could and crammed in as much as I could. There was no choice, it had to be in me. What didn't fit in was spread around the outside of my mouth. I closed my mouth and began to chew. His shit, hot and thick, squeezed through my teeth, oozed past my lips, some starting down my throat. My tongue was moving inside, tasting, spreading that wonderful shit anywhere it could. I was aware that my body was quivering with excitement, that my cock was pulsing, but in a background sort of way. It was really all about his shit, all I could cram in, chew, eat, then swallow. Somehow my hand was inside him again and he was pushing back on to it. This time he went deeper. My hand was in the rich vein of feces but he kept going, on all fours, walking himself backwards and further on to my arm. I kept scooping up more shit inside him only to lose it as he buried himself deeper. My elbow slid inside his ass and still he pressed further. I used my free hand to scrape his shit off my face and wolf it down. I worked on relaxing some, afraid I might pass out I was breathing so rapidly in excitement. Then he stopped, reversed and began to slide off my arm once he had gotten a few inches past my elbow. I kept my hand as a scoop inside him and watched as he withdrew, my emerging arm not as clean as the first time.

The depth of my arm was misleading. Just before my elbow left his asslips his actual ass ring was around my forearm. That cone of his lips made it appear as if I was much deeper inside him. His lips began to expand as my elbow exited, as I expected. But then once my elbow was outside his asslips, they continued to open further. I saw that an inch thick rime of crap coated my arm. His lips continued to expand as the shit encasing my arm thickened, now probably two inches thick. For a couple of inches the thickness stabilized, then his lips opened dramatically further and the huge mass of feces that was gathered before my hand poured out of him, dropping onto my chest, spilling over my sides.

I couldn't believe it, neither could I begin to estimate how much shit was on and around my body and arm. I stared at the cone of flesh jutting out from his ass, unable to fathom it. Then incredibly his asslips continued to expand until the opening, the narrow part of his flesh volcano, just inches from my face, was over three inches across. As I gaped in amazement it opened more. I wanted to be able to see up inside. Actually I wanted to crawl inside him and eat his shit as I moved into his body. Then his prolapse emerged, forcing his stretched ass lips before it. This time it wasn't glistening red but a brown coated mass of flesh he was giving birth to. It pressed against my face and I frantically licked it.

It was too much, I couldn't contain myself and exploded into another orgasm. Cum rocketed out of my cock, fighting through the shit covering it. I felt Jon forcing his mouth over my cock. It seemed that I came for hours. Obviously I didn't but it was long enough for me to be able to scoop up more of his shit and wolf it down. I didn't pause, just let my cock cum, my mouth fill and my throat swallow shit. Jon spun around, spitting my cum across my face then using one hand to shove his shit into my mouth, with the other hand cramming it into his face. When Jon switched positions his cock and balls whipped around, slamming into all the shit. As he force fed himself his cock struggled out of the muck of shit, paused quivering over the sea of crap covering me. He grabbed his cock, gave it a few short foot long strokes and began to spew his sperm all over me. I pawed at his cum, mixing it with his crap and shoving it into my mouth.

Suddenly I was full, way full, and it was coming back up. I pushed against Jon, trying to fight my way free. He got off, asking if I was all right. I told him I was, not sick, just overstuffed, as I rushed for the toilet. I made it in time, barely, projectile vomiting into the toilet. Once I was empty I turned and headed back to Jon, who sat there with a concerned look on his face. I smiled at him, a happy joyous smile. I walked to him, my cock leading the way, still rigid, but sagging a bit with the weight of shit covering it. Clumps of shit were falling off me as I dashed to Jon and threw myself in his arms. We kissed deeply, this time not searching for stray bits of feces in our mouths, but with the joy of being with each other.

Jon gently pushed me away, smiled, and said, "now it's your turn"

My turn? For what?