Lumberjack Trucker Scat
Lumberjack Trucker Scat
I lived in a very small town and to my misfortune it happened to be a very straight and conservative little settlement off a very important highway, if there were any gay guys aside from me I was completely oblivious to them. They were probably very discrete about it or just weren't at all. But I remember my first experience with a guy and scat play, until then I didn't even know such a things existed at all and boy was I glad to discover it and immerse myself into it.
It was the middle of the afternoon, and a very particularly hot one, and I happened to be going down the street on my bike, sweat was running down my back and down my chin when an urge to pee hit me. Looking around the only place where I could relieve myself was a small truck stop by the side of the road so I made a small sharp turn and advanced towards it. Being a small town that almost nobody ever came to there were only two trucks parked on the rest stop. Leaving my bike leaning against the bathroom wall I entered the bathroom. Needless to say it smelled horrible, there was the distinctive smell of stale urine and somewhere, mixed in there, shit; I was slightly repulsed by it but nothing major and found the only little urinal that was not out of order, it was near a stall where I saw a pair of boots occupying it through the gap between the wall and the floor.
I positioned myself by the urinal and took out my average sized limp dick and rolled back the foreskin so the urine wouldn't get under the skin revealing my pink dick head, it was so smooth it reflected the ceiling light right above me. I relaxed and the stream of light yellow liquid poured with a muffled sound into the porcelain surface what didn't come out so quietly was the sound my mouth made as I relieved myself and suddenly I remembered the guy that was sitting on the toilet right next to me.
"Feels nice doesn't it?" He said, his voice was rough and deep and playful.
"Uh, yeah sure." I replied nervously and embarrassed not really knowing what else to say, nobody had ever talked to me from the inside of a stall.
There was a quiet and very short lived pause that was broken when the man next to me ripped such a loud fart it echoed throughout the bathroom. I was glad we were the only ones in the restroom. I snickered soundlessly and he spoke again.
"Sorry," He apologized and I could tell he had been laughing at himself quietly, "I guess that makes us even now." He said.
"I suppose," I replied, "Taking a shit also feels nice," Now I don't know why I had said that, what had made me do it, but the words were already uttered and there was no going back.
"Oh yeah," He said very matter of factly, "Shitting feels so good I usually get a hard on."
I was taken aback by that, thinking about it I realized the same had happened to me a couple of occasions, "Really," I said and the curiosity on my tone could not be camouflaged not even by the most skilled hunter. I was busted.
"Hell I do!" There was yet another pause, I had stopped peeing a long time ago, I was just standing there with my dick in my hand, semi erect and thinking of how this guy's cock looked like, "You wanna see?" Was that an invitation or what? But the answer had become pretty obvious a long time ago.
"I do," There was no going back now, this would be the first cock I could see live, aside from my own. My heart was pounding so hard against my chest that I could feel the veins on my head pumping with the same intensity and my cardiac muscle.
"Before you come take one of the 'OUT OF ORDER' cones you see on the other urinals," I looked to my right and saw the very characteristic plastic cones used on bathrooms, "Put one of those outside the restroom door and lock it from the inside." Obviously this guy was no stranger to taking measurements in order not to be caught. It made a lot of sense after all.
Not even bothering to zip my jeans back took one of the cones, opened the door slightly to see if someone was outside or about to come in, the view was empty and thankfully the parking office was way off the bathroom. Putting the cone outside I closed the door and locked it from the inside then gave it a pull to check if it had worked properly, we were safe.
Arriving to the stall I found its door open and there sat the hottest guy I had probably ever seen. He was very tall and muscular, not chiseled like the guys on magazines or professional bodybuilders, he had a smooth transition of his muscles. His biceps were threatening to rip the sleeves of his flannel shirt which was opened down the middle to reveal his very hairy bulging pectoral muscles. Looking up at his face I found his horseshoe mustache very sexy and macho looking especially accompanied by the five o'clock shadow that immediately made me think of the massive beard he would possess if he let it grow. All of that was very hot and all and made my dick so stiff it hurt but the feature that made me crazy about this hunk in front of me were the playful blue eyes that scanned me as I was standing there in awe.
"You gonna stand there all day or come in?" He said and the words snapped me back to reality, "Close the door behind you and kneel in front of me." He instructed and followed suit. If this guy told me to eat his shit I would do it without thinking twice about it.
I knelt in front of him and he finished unbuttoning his shirt revealing the rest of his abdomen which I found had a six pack of dreams, each square was the size of a brick and looked just as hard.
"Do you like what you see, boy." He teased me and I only managed to nod my head, no sure sound came from my mouth which was hanging open slightly, "Are you ready?" He asked me then put his hand between his legs and pulled up his cock and balls.
They were the most beautiful things I'd ever seen. The base of his cock was adorned by the thickest bush of the blackest hair, they were long but curly and there was a certain aroma emanating from it that managed to reach my nose. His shaft was thick and smooth and tanned like rest of his body and like me he was uncut, the thick foreskin covered almost entirely his glans leaving the pee hole barely visible. His balls were very heavy looking and low hanging and the way he had set them they fell a considerable length over the edge of the toilet bowl, like the rest of his body they were very hairy with his characteristic long curly hairs.
"Go ahead," I told him with a nod of my head.
I knew he was ready to start taking his shit at any moment. He let another fart rip and I could feel the very walls of the stall reverberate with it's strength. Its scent filled the air, it was not acrid or pungent but its smell made me feel like I was in the presence of a real man. As I took a long sniff of the air I felt a small bead of precum bade its way to the slip of my pee hole. Without taking my eyes from him I took my index finger and started playing with it enjoying the slippery feeling.
"It's coming," He told me and I knew he was already crowning, "Oh fuck this is a big one," he said and in the silence of the bathroom I could hear the particular crackling sound the turd made as it was making its way out of his hole. In my mind I imagined his hairy ass as it birthed a big fat and brown log and this in its entirety surprised me; never before had I fantasized about such a thing.
While all this was happening I had moved from playing with the tip of my cock head to slowly stroking it with my hand. I looked into his face and saw how he closed his eyes, he was obviously enjoying this far more than I was, then I saw his dick. It was fully erect reaching about an inch above his belly button. His balls had retrieved and they were very close to his body, their skin sack looked tight. He looked perfect like that, like some kind of scat dog and I adored him.
He moved a hand to his pocket and retrieved a small bottle with a bright yellow wrapper on it, it still had its factory safety seal but he removed it in a swift motion. The uncapped it and took a long sniff while pressing close his other nostril. He became ecstatic almost as once. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and I heard another long turd make its way out of his hole while he slowly stroke his cock on its full length taking the time taste some of his own precum.
"What is that?" I asked pointing a finger to the small bottle on his hand.
"Oh, this?" He help up the bottle between his thumb and index finger, "These are poppers. You've never seen them before?" I shook my head, "Well these are a kind of recreational drug although it's nothing like coke or meth. It's more light and it doesn't actually damage you. Wanna try?" I was unsure of it, some kids had once offered me weed at school and I refused, I didn't even know what the effects of this drug was going to be, "Come on, give it a try. If you don't like it you don't have to do it again." He insisted and I gave it a thought, he seemed to have enjoyed it a lot.
I took the small bottle in my hand and gave it a quick look, there was a small logo printed on it. Very carefully I took the cap off and put the entrance near my nose like he had done, with my other hand I used a finger to cover the other nostril and gave a deep long sniff just like him.
"Be careful buddy, this is your first time, don't overdo it." He said carefully taking the bottle from between my finger and repeating the action, "How does it feel?" He asked and replaced the top.
For a moment I didn't feel anything. Then all of the sudden a rush like I had never felt before hit me like a ton of bricks. I could hear my heart pounding on my head and my vision became tunnel like, I had only eyes for him. I saw him nod in agreement, apparently the substance had done it's job. I was incredibly aware of my senses and realized my dick had become very sensitive. My eyes then darted to his cock and it became the object of my obsession. I wanted it in my mouth.
As if he had read my mind he stood up from the toilet seat and I was face to face with his dick. It was staring right into my eyes as if it had a mind of its own. My hand moved and I stroked it. It was very very fat, my hand could barely close around it and while his erection was very hard and steady I found his shaft to be very soft and delicate at the same time.
I looked up and he was looking at me with a deranged face, something I had not seen on him up until that moment, "If you liked seeing me take a shit wait until you see what I'm gonna do with you. I'm gonna turn you into my fucking little pig." He said and spat on my face, some of it actually fell on my mouth and I slurped it up, "Fuck yeah, you nasty boy. Now suck on my cheesy dick."
He grabbed the tight foreskin around his dick and pulled it back. An acrid smell hit me as it made its way up my nose and I loved it. I must had his cheese, I must clean his dirty dick if he so wanted to. My brain was going nuts on me, I was willing to do things I had never done before.
As my tongue met his dick I felt a particularly intense flavor, it sent a wave of rush across my body, combined with the poppers it made me wrap my lips all around his glans and suckle on it until his dick cheese started to come off and coat my tongue. Submitting to this macho man was the most incredible thing ever, this was what I was destined to do my whole life. Over and over again I ran my soft lips over his head until all the cheese was off and I swallowed, I was happy to have that part of him inside me, it was paradise. His now shiny purple dick head was in front of me once again, my mouth open waiting for anything and everything he had for me.
He then started peeing into my mouth, his urine was particularly yellow and bitter taste, it was like having a shot of warm beer, "Swallow, you little fag. Don't you dare spit it out." I obeyed and gulped down a mouthful of his liquid waste. At first I thought it was quite disgusting but soon my mouth was open again eager for more and he let out another stream. He was nice enough to wait every time until I swallowed all his bladder-full of urine, my stomach was full, he must've been holding it for a while.
Then out of the blue I was given another hit of poppers, the effects of my first ever try were surely wearing off, even though they were a very potent and sexy drug the rush didn't last longer than two minutes at most. He made sure this was a long and deep sniff before taking one himself, "I hope you're not full yet," He told me, "I have some of the good stuff for you." He then proceeded to turn around and I had full view of his ass. He had the roundest bubble ass coated by a very thick and dark layer of hair that ran up his lower back in a very sexy back version of a happy trail.
Leaning against the wall he made sure he ass was sticking out just enough before spreading his cheeks open. Just as the poppers were starting to get hold of me again I got a full view of his hole. The smell emanating from it was intoxicating. The mix of musk, man sweat and shit was just as good a stimulant as the poppers were. His hole was loose, whether from the huge turd he had previously let out or because he liked getting fucked I didn't know; one thing was sure though, the gap he was making was giving me a sneak peek of what was coming for me. Just beyond the entrance I could see the smallest hint of brown that indicated another turd was about to make its way out. Going back to the first thought I had upon setting eyes on him on the stall for the first time I was most definitely going to eat this guy's shit.
"Get ready pig, it's coming out. And you better make sure you take a big mouthful or things are gonna get even nastier." He didn't need to threaten me or instruct me, my mouth was already over his hole and my tongue teased the entrance to the hole.
The taste was not great, it was bitter and it smelled like utter shit, I had not been waiting for anything less than that. But this was not about having a five course meal like the French with delicate dishes and cheeses and exquisite wines although I had had my equivalent of those in the form of smegma and piss. No, this was about a sub bottom learning its place between a man's legs. This was about the thrill that eating an incredibly hot guy's shit in a rest stop carried. This was more about his satisfaction than it was about mine. I was not complaining and was not about to start.
Before what I knew to be a fat turd made its way into my mouth a fart ripped from his hole, it was muffled by my mouth. The smell of it so close to my nose made me gag but I suppressed it as much as I could and took a long sniff to clear the air, "Fuck yeah, sniff that stinky gas. Oh it's coming baby. It's coming! Eat that fucking shit!" And that's when it happened. He made me wait not more and soon my mouth was filled with a fat long log of soft shit that somehow found its way to the back of my throat making me gag even more than I would've wanted, "Let me see you eat that shit boy."
He had turned around and was looking at me with eyes full of lust while he jerked his huge dick with his hand. Once again he seemed to have been reading my mind and allowed me to take another hit from the poppers, I made sure it was a long and deep one, even more than the previous two combined. This helped a lot. Suddenly my mind was filled with filthy thoughts and an unnatural desire to satisfy that man's need to see me eat his shit, and so I started chewing. Gagging over and over again as I slowly swallowed mouthful after mouthful of his shit, tears were running down my face but I was happy, I was not sad or disgusted. My whole being was being rewarded beyond any way that I had known before. The fact that he was standing there jerking his cock at the scene of me eating his waste was divine and at the same time sinful.
Finally I managed to get down all his shit. After the last gulp of shit I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to show him the result of my hard work. The smile that formed on his mouth was reward enough and told me I had done a good job, "That's it baby, you were great." He then proceeded to do something I had not expected and kissed me full on the mouth. I guessed that was what you called a scat versatile, "Oh yeah that tastes nice," He said liking his lips, "Oh baby here's my cum for you. Take it! FUCK!" His roar was heard all around the restroom and I was sure it had been carried outside but I didn't care. I stuck out my tongue but he didn't deposit his load there instead he grabbed both sides of my head with his strong hands and forced his cock so hard into my mouth and down my throat that it hurt but then ropes after ropes of cum flooded my throat and I was fine once more.
His shaft pulsated time after time and I was sure it must've shot half a gallon because there didn't seem to be an end to it. I swallowed as well as I could and he pulled out allowing me to take sharp breaths of fresh air again. He started pulling up his pants but left his shirt unbuttoned. Getting to my feet I realized I had myself cum without touching, "Damn that was crazy," I said, my voice came out hoarse and harsh.
"Crazy and sexy little boy," He said patting my cheek with his huge hand. I readied myself to leave but did not wash my mouth, I wanted to have this stranger's shit taste on my mouth for as long as I could. We had started heading out the door when he turned around to talk to me again, "What do you say we have this much fun every time I come by?" He asked. The way he was talking now was completely different, his demeanor had changed completely, I guessed the aggressive dominant top was an roll he liked to play.
"Sure," I nodded enthusiastically, "How often do you come around?" I asked him.
"I come around two or three times a week. I make deliveries to a town down the highway. I guess it won't hurt to make an hour stop here and see you often."
"Oh that wouldn't hurt anyone, believe me." I said and gave him, quite literally, the shittiest grin I had ever given anyone.