Parole

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PAROLE

by

Robert Glynn

I was sentenced to eighteen to twenty-four months, for grand theft. I was shoplifting. I'm stupid, you'er thinking. I know. I must be stupid. But still, that seems harsh for a first time offense. What I stole was just to expensive. I got out in eighteen months with good behavior, and six months on parole. Prison was a nightmare. I will never break the law again. Let me repeat, I will never break the law again. Learn from my mistake, and don't you break the law either.

I had just turned eighteen when I went to prison. I was blond, a good looking boy, blue eyes, tight body, on the small side, thin, willowy, and a pert little ass.

I didn't have a chance.

It quickly became obvious the only way I was going to survive prison was if I found a protector. The only way I would find a protector was if I gave up my ass.

I was, as the saying goes, straight, but not narrow, I liked girls, I dated girls, all of my sexual fantasies were about girls.

When I was thirteen, I had messed around with a boy, a friend of mine. I sucked his dick, let him suck me, I'm pretty sure he ended up queer, no big deal. I even fucked him in the ass a couple of times, it felt okay. I watched gay porn a few times. It was okay. Not really my thing, but live and let live I say.

Then I landed in prison. I must be stupid, as I said.

A guy named Butch, what a cliche, said he would take care of me, all I had to do was... well, fuck, you know what I had to do.

I did it. I didn't mind. A cock shooting in my mouth was kind of hot. A dick in my butt hole was a turn on, and it sure as hell beat getting my ass kicked.

It was a lot more fun to suck cock, than have some inked, neo-nazi, skin head decide that my cut cock proved I was a jewish fag and the final solution for me should be repeated brutal anal rape. More fun than a black gang looking for payback for 400 years of slavery, Jim Crow, and mass incarceration.

Being Butch's girlfriend was okay, it was pretty easy, in fact. Suck his cock, lick his shit hole, let him fuck my boy cunt, no problem. Butch was a nice enough guy, to me, at any rate.

Then, some months later, Butch got in some trouble and needed help, and money, so he sold me to Carlos.

Carlos was a big, tough, mean, very mean, man. Carlos liked blond pretty boys. Carlos was kinky, exceptionally kinky.

I spent over a year as Carlos' fuck toy. He used me in every way a man can use another man. Of course he fucked me, of course he made me suck him, and lick his ass hole. But, he went a lot further, and a lot darker, than that.

He punished me, he whipped my ass, and when that got old, he whipped my balls. He used me as a urinal. I drank his piss, he pissed all over me, and pissed up my ass.

When that got old, he turned me into his full service toilet. He shit on me, shit in my mouth, he made me eat his shit. He made sure I understood that men also vomited in their toilets.

When he had used me in every way he could, when he had debased me, and degraded me, when he had humiliated me and abused me, then he started selling me to the highest bidder. A lot of guys paid to use me.

Carlos made a lot of money off of me, well not a lot of money, but enough in prison terms to make him a wealthy man. For couple of cigarettes, I'd suck your cock. A pack of cigarette, you, and your cell mate, could fuck my ass. Five dollars, and you could do anything to me you wanted, anything.

And what about me?

I did a lot of things I never thought I would do, and I was surprised to observe my cock was hard all the while I did them. That was something of a revelation to me. Even the life of a sex slave can be a path of self-knowledge and growth.

Then eighteen months was up. I went before the parole board. I had been a good boy, no problems. Okay, they said, you can go home.

So here I was, almost six months out of prison.

The first month was in a half-way house. I felt like a stranger in my own skin. I got a shit job in a retail store, nice people, it was okay.

Second month in the halfway house, every thing was cool.

Then I found a room in a group house, I was starting to feel a little bit more like myself. I found a better job, I moved into a shared house with two other roommates. Time passed, I was getting used to freedom again, and I was getting close to having my parole end, to being free again.

Then one night I went to a local bar in my neighborhood, I was having a martini, my favorite drink, when a guy came up to me, and sat down at my table.

"You look familiar," the guy said, "do I know you?"

I just looked at him and went, "Hmm."

"No, I know you, you were Carlos' fuck toy. Don't you remember me?"

I looked at him and said, "No, but I might if you took your pants off."

"Are you still queering around?" he asked.

"No, I just did that cause I had too." I said.

"Yeah," he said, "that's what I figured. You looked like a young white kid who was in way over his head."

"Still, a guy doing all that you did. Getting all that you got. A guys got to miss some of that, some times, don't you?"

"Yeah," I said, "I guess I do, sometimes, I did a lot of really hot shit."

"I know you did," the guy said, "listen, my names Connor, I fucked you a couple of times when you were pulling a train, and I shit in your mouth once, but I doubt if you were in any condition to remember me. Carlos was an asshole. And my cock was in charge of my brain back then."

"You look familiar." I said, "Like I said, I'd probably recognize your cock, or your shit hole, if you showed me." I said and laughed, so did he.

"Listen, I got a buddy, named Adam, he's not a con, but he's gay, so we fuck around a little, but he's a top, like me. So, mostly we get together when I can find a bottom we both can use. He's rich, or at least his Daddy is. He has a really nice cabin in the mountains, we use it any time I find a bottom. Sauna, hot tub, nude sun bathing, good food, lots of liquor, mirrored bedrooms, sex toys galore, it's a queer spa."

"There's a long weekend coming up, Memorial Day, we could get away and have some fun. You want to come with us? We could take care of you."

"What kind of, taking care of me?"

"That depends entirely on you. You tell me what you want. We'll make it happen."

"Fuck," I said, "that sounds really good. I haven't got off in ages." I took a sip of my martini, "I was just thinking I could use a good, low down, really dirty fuck," I said.

I took another drink of martini, "Okay," I said, "so here's what I'd like. I could be your sex slave. You guys could do whatever you want. I'm not especially into pain, I mean you could spank me, even slap my cock, kick my balls, but no blood, no lasting damage, not too intense, I like it rough, but reasonable."

"I haven't done it since prison, but, I'd want you to shit on me. I'd want to drink piss, and to eat your shit, maybe a lot of shit, that was always so hot for me. You could fuck me, any way and as often, as you want. I like to be humiliated, degraded, called names, used like a whore and a slut. I would want your spit, snot and cum, maybe your vomit, if you could get into that. You think you and your friend could do that?"

He grinned, "Fuck, yeah, and I can definitely feed you some puke. Buddy you're going to prison fag heaven."

"Okay," I said, "maybe we can do this, let's talk."

Connor and I drank and talked for hours. He came across as a guy with his head screwed on right, who was just looking to have a good time. We talked frankly, explicitly, about what we both would like to have happen.

Halfway through the evening we went to the Men's Room together and I drank his piss, and sucked his cock.

After I swallowed his piss and cum, we kept talking. We discussed having a safe word, how to stop things if it went to far, and about what things he'd like to have happen, and what things I liked, and what I did not want to have happen.

I told him about my sexual fantasies, and I went into graphic, explicit, detail. He told me about his own sexual desires, in detail that might shock some, but that made me feel good, and comfortable, like I knew what I was getting into.

He told me about his friend Adam, and said we would talk about everything we had agreed to, with him.

We talked and talked.

Toward the end of the evening, he took me back to the Men's Room, stripped me naked, ate out my ass, he was really good at sucking shit hole, and fucked my boy cunt in a toilet stall. When he was done, after he had dumped his cock snot up my rectum, he pissed up my ass. He told me to hold it in for as long as I could and said, "I'll wait for you in the bar."

When he was gone, I masturbated with my pussy filled with Connor's sperm and hot piss.

I shot my cum on the toilet stall floor, and shit out piss for a long time. I got down on my knees and licked my cum off the dirty bathroom floor, and didn't wipe my ass hole when I was done, although it certainly needed wiping.

I dressed, and went back to the bar, and told Connor everything I had done. I told him my pussy was smeared with shit.

He looked at me and said, "That's good, fag, your pussy should always be smeared with shit. We're going to have a lot fun, boy."

We exchanged phone numbers, and talked several times, over the next few days, in preparation for our planned sexual get away.

Saturday morning, two weeks later, Connor picked me up in his van. He told me to wear shorts, "As small as possible," he said, "and a tee shirt cut off above the nipples." Nothing else, no shoes, no underwear, nothing. I was also told not to bring anything else with me. Connor said he and Adam would bring every thing I needed. "Make sure your shit cunt is unwiped," he added.

So there I was, Saturday morning after Connor called, standing barefoot at the curb out front of my group house, with, I must admit, a hard on, which I could not hide in the tiny short-shorts I had selected.

When Connor pulled up, he rolled down the window and said, "All right boy, take off the tee shirt and shorts, and hand them to me, then get in the van."

Fuck this was hardcore. I did as I was told. I striped naked in public, with people nearby.

When I tried to open the van door I found it was locked. I stood their, naked with a hard on and looked at Connor.

"Say please, faggot." Connor said.

"Please, Master," I said.

"Not good enough, cunt, I want to hear you beg."

"Please, Master, may I get in the van, so I can be your sex slave. I want to suck your cock and eat your shit, please Master." I begged.

"Sure, fag, come on in."

He pushed the button to unlock the side door on the van and I scrambled in, and sat down in one of the two big captain chairs in the back of the van.

"Okay, little bitch," Connor said, "let's get you ready for a good time. I want you to put this on."

He handed me a stainless steel cock cage, The kind with a heavy metal ring that fitted around the base of my cock and balls and locked to a cage made up of stainless steel frame that enclosed my cock. It was big enough to allow me to have a full erection, and left my balls exposed, and vulnerable for punishment. With the cage projecting out it looked like I had a hard on all the time, sticking straight out.

Connor watched as I put my cock into the chastity cage, and then he handed me a small padlock. When I had locked it on, he handed me a bottle of lube and said, "I want you to finger yourself, while we go pick up Adam."

"Yes, Sir," I said. I did as I was instructed, I got my fingers good and wet with lube and began to finger-fuck myself. I loved that I was back in a position where someone else was making me be a slut. "Sir," I reported, "I'm fingering my shit pussy."

"Good boy," Connor said, "do you like that?"

"Yes, Sir," I said, "I love it, because I am a queer slut, and a fuck hole, Sir, thank you. Please use me and abuse me, I am your homo fuck hole, toilet, Sir."

We drove for maybe fifteen or twenty minutes, all the while I was finger fucking my shit cunt.

Because I had held off taking a shit that morning I could feel the tip of a turd up in me.

Then we pulled into the driveway of a large, elaborate home in a wealthy suburban neighborhood.

"All right, fagot," Connor said, as he handed me a small, fancy, silver butt plug with a pink jeweled bass, "I want you to put this in your cunt, and then go up to the door, knock and say to who ever answers, `Hello, can Adam come out and play?' You understand, bitch."

"Yes, Sir," I said, and did as I was ordered. I inserted the butt plug, making sure to show it off to Connor, and then walked naked, up to the door of this stranger's house, and knocked.

When the door was opened, I said, "Hello, can Adam come out and play?"

A pretty young woman, tiny and slender, with long wavy brown hair, answered my knock, and said, not to me, but to someone behind her, "Adam, your faggot's here."

From behind her I heard a man's voice say, "Is he naked?"

"Umm, not exactly " she said, "but he is really cute, a hot, rocking, twink."

"What do you mean, he's not exactly naked?"

"Well, he's wearing a cock cage," the girl called out.

"And a butt plug," I said to her.

"And a butt plug," the girl repeated loudly to the voice behind her.

"You can see that he's wearing a butt plug?"

"No," she said, "he told me he was wearing one."

Behind her a giant Viking of a man appeared. Maybe, six foot four or five inches, trim and fit, between 220 to 240 pounds I guessed. He had long strawberry blond hair, that would have reached down to his shoulders, but was gathered in a pony tail, and sapphire blue eyes. He looked about 25 or 26 years old, strong, athletic and very handsome.

"Well, show us your butt plug, fag," he said.

I submissively turned, bent over, and spread my cheeks, revealing the pink crystal capped, silver butt plug up in my shit hole.

"Connor didn't tell me what a pretty twink he had found for us. Sis, check out this little queer?"

"Yeah, Adam, he's cute all right, and just your type."

I stood up and turned around to face them.

"Yeah, and Connor say's he eats shit, too. Is that right boy?"

"Yes, sir," I said in my best sub-faggot manner, "I really hope you'll feed me eat your shit, Sir."

"Hear that Sis, this pretty twink want's to eat my shit."

"Why the fuck would you want to eat my brother's shit, fag?" The girl asked.

"Are you kidding," I said, "who wouldn't want to have this stud shit in their mouth? Wouldn't you like to eat your brother's shit?"

"Yeah, Sis, don't you want to eat my shit? This guy for sure wants to."

"Big bro," his sister said, "just because your friend Connor found an insane, shit-eating, twink, does't mean your something special, and I'm certainly not getting any where near your nasty shit hole."

"All right, all right, Sis, we're off, but I want you to know, when you come to your senses, and decide you do want eat my shit, too, I'll be there for you."

"Ass hole," the girl said, "get the fuck out of here."

The blond giant stepped out on the front porch where I stood, naked, with my erect cock thrust forward in its cock cage, in broad day light, in this lovely suburban neighborhood. He pointed to a stack of boxes, and ice chests, and said, "Load those in the van, fag."

"Woe," I said, "I'm a sex slave, not a field hand," I asserted.

"Oh, okay, I got it. Well, could you give me a hand then? Most of this stuff is our food, and toys for us to play with."

"Sure," I said. We both loaded up with ice chest and boxes, and making a couple of trips, carried them to the van. Connor had gotten out of the driver's seat and opened the side door, as we unloaded the stuff Adam said, "Hey, Connor. You didn't tell me the fag was so pretty."

"Yeah, I thought I'd surprise you, he is beautiful, isn't he? He even better looking with a cock, or a turd, in his mouth."

"I bet he is." Adam said.

"All right boy's," Connor said, "let's get going, we got a long drive ahead. Adam, take your pants off, you ride with the fag for the first shift, I'll set a timer for 30 minutes. I'll drive, and then we'll switch."

The van, a new candy-apple red, Ford Transit, high roof, with darkened windows, had two swivel captain's chairs in the back and a plenty of space behind them. Adam striped off his pants, and took a chair as Connor started the van and took off.

"Fag," Adam said, "I want to talk to Connor about this weekend, and while I do, I want to use your mouth as my cock holster. Get down here, take my cock in your mouth. Don't suck it, don't lick it, don't move, just keep it in your mouth, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," I said, "I am your cock holster, sir." I fell to my knees in front of Adam, the beautiful Viking giant.

I'm pleased to report his cock was in perfect proportion to the rest of his body, long and thin. Fuck, on soft, his cock completely filled my mouth and the head of his cock was at the entrance, more accurately, slid just into the entrance, of my throat. Jesus, I thought

when this stud gets a hard on, my throat is

fucked. Totally fucked. Luckily, my prison time had provided me with a world of deep throat experience, and killed my gag reflex.

I knelt, before this hunky giant, with his giant cock resting in my mouth, while he carried on a conversation with Connor.

I was powerfully aware that Adam tasted great, and smelled even better. I would guess Adam had worked out that morning, and certainly not bathed today, or maybe not even for a couple of days. His body odor was powerful, intense, and all male.

With his cock in my mouth, and his powerful aroma, I could't help but wonder, what was his shit hole like? Was it unwashed? Fuck, I wondered, was it unwiped?

While I dreamed of Adam's dirty poop hole, he said, "Fuck, Connor, this boy is hot. Where did you find him?"

"Originally, I met him when he was pulling a train in a prison cell. I was one of five guys who fucked him all evening."

"I got in another gang bang with him, a few weeks later. Fuck, he was hot and tight, and maybe a dozen guys fucked him that night, most of them more than once."

"The third time I used him, his pimp was hosting a party in his mouth, in the shower room, for a group of guys, one of who was me. He was sucking cock, and guys were pissing on him, and pissing in his mouth."

"After every one came once or twice, guys started pissing up his ass. When he shit it out, it made quite a mess, and a couple of guys decided they might as well go with the scene, and shit on him. He was masturbating and smearing shit all over himself, as we watched, and he was so obviously into it, that a few of us decided to push it further and shit in his mouth. He ate my shit, and the shit of a couple of other guys as well."

"That is so hot," Adam said, "I've always wanted to have a guy eat my shit."

"Well, you've got your cock in the mouth of the boy who is going to do just that for you, stud." Connor said.

"The next time," Connor continued, "he and I met was about three weeks ago, I walked into a bar where he was sitting having a drink. I recognized him, I guess shitting in a guy's mouth is enough to make him memorable."

"As I sat watching this kid in the bar, I thought he most likely wasn't really gay. He had just been to young, to small, and to pretty, to survive in prison without a protector, and a protector would demand payment in the form of his ass, and mouth."

"I also figured that a basically straight guy who had as much queer sex as this kid had, was likely to have developed a tase for it, too."

"I figured he had been out of prison long enough to be really horny, but not long enough to have made a lot of new friends or contacts. So, I figured you and I could slide right in."

"Well, obviously you figured right," Adam said.

Connor continued, "He and I talked a lot about what we wanted to get out of this. He told me he likes to be controlled. He wants to be made to be a queer slut. He's into humiliation and degradation. He likes rough sex, but he's not a pain freak, spanking his ass, slapping his dick around, even slapping or kicking his balls, is hot for him, but no blood, no hard bruises, no permanent marks or damage."

"That's cool with me," Adam said, "I'm not a sadist, but I got to admit the idea of spanking this little twink's cock and balls sounds like a lot of fun. And that makes me think, does this kid have a name?"

Connor was quiet for a moment and then he said, "I don't think he does, at least I've never heard it, so let's give him a name. Let me think, hmm. How about, Cunt Toilet? That's a nice name, don't you think?"

Adam said to his cock holster, "How about that boy, do you like the name Cunt Toilet? If you do, just move your tongue on my cock."

I was kneeling between Adams legs with his cock in my mouth. I had been focused on being a perfect cock holster for the stud. I had also been listening to the two men talking about me, and when asked If my name should be Cunt Toilet I consented by lightly moving my tongue against the Viking giant's invading cock.

"All right," Adam said, "he likes it, Cunt Toilet it is, then."

Connor continued, "We talked a lot about doing shit. He told me he had never even thought about shit sex until Carlos, the con he had been sold to, told him he was going to serve as a toilet for him and his guys."

"He puked the first few times a guy shit in his mouth and made him swallow it. He also told me his cock was always hard all the while, even when they made him eat his own shit-vomit."

"Fuck, that is so hot." Adam said, and his cock started getting harder and began pushing it's way down my throat.

"He told me he got to where shit was the hottest thing for him. He did shit in all kinds of different ways."

"Guys shit in his mouth, with him eating the turds straight from their hole."

"He had guys who would shit in a toilet and make him fish it out and eat it. Some guys would shit on the floor, and make him get down on his hands and knees and eat their shit like a dog."

"He told me some guys would shit on him, and make him smear their shit all over his body, on his face, and in his hair."

"He said guys would shit on his food and make him eat it, or some times give him a meal of their shit, served on a plate with a knife and fork."

"He said there was another fag in prison who was into shit, and sometimes they were put together so they could shit on each other, smear themselves in shit, and put on a long shit-sex show while other guys watched. He told me he loved sucking this fag's shit covered cock and swapping shit kisses with him, while an audience watched and made fun of them."

"Fuck, that's unbelievable." Adam groaned.

"Yeah, and like I said, he told me his cock was always rock hard when he did shit."

"Damm," Adam said, as his cock filled out to full hard and slithered down my throat.

I was grateful that, while his cock was long enough to slide way down my throat, it was also skinny, and I was able to breath around it. I so wanted to be his perfect cock holster.

"Cunt Toilet told me he wants all of our shit and piss, for all three days, not just one time, but every single time we have to piss or shit. Plus he wants us to make him have sex with all of his own shit and piss, too."

"Man," Adam said, "this is going to be a fucking fantasy. Tell me more about what you did when he ate your shit in prison."

"Well, Carlos, Cunt Toilet's pimp, usually would sell him to someone who wanted to have a shit party, but that time he was hosting the party for a bunch of us who had expressed an interest in scat, I think partly as advertisement for future sales."

"Carlos had bribed a guard with a promise of a blow job, or an ass to fuck, so we could have a couple of hours in a shower room with Cunt Toilet as the star performer."

"Cunt Toilet, was naked on the floor in the shower room. Carlos had written the words QUEER TOILET SLUT' in black Magic Marker on his chest, and on his forehead had written, I EAT SHIT'. On his lower back he had written `FUCK MY CUNT' with an arrow on each butt cheek pointing to his shit hole."

"Eight or ten guys had been invited to the party, and the guard outside the shower room knew who was to be let in."

"One of Carlos' guys, who owed me a favor, had told me, `Go take a shower, you're going to have some fun.' When I got there Cunt Toilet was on his knees, surrounded by men waiting their turn for a blow job."

"After most of the guys had either cum in his mouth or spray painted his face with splooge, they started making him suck ass holes."

"While Cunt Toilet was bent over rimming one guy after another, some guys started pissing on him."

"Then one dude decided it would be fun to give him a golden enema. When that guy had finished pissing up the fag's ass, he said, `That was cool. Any one else want to try out an anal urinal?' Sure enough, another guy pissed up his ass, and then a third."

"It wasn't long till Cunt Toilet, pulled back from the shit hole he was eating, groaned and said, Oh, fuck, please, I've got to shit."

"Well, shit it out, fag," someone said, "I could use a good shit, too."

"Everyone laughed as the queer dumped out three loads of piss and a huge load of his own shit in the middle of the shower room."

"It wasn't long till we had the boy eating his own shit, smearing it all over his body, and rubbing shit in his hair."

"Then a couple of guys squatted over him, shit on him, and made him smear their shit all over his body, while he was playing with his cock."

"I decided to get into the act, and I squatted over his face and shit in his mouth. I made sure he ate my shit."

Just then Connor's phone timer went off. "All right," Connor said while pulling off the road, "my turn to use Cunt Toilet. You'er driving Adam, my ass hole needs sucking."

Connor was right, his ass hole did need sucking, and for the next half hour I sucked it, and I loved sucking it. The best thing about Connor's shit hole was that it was dirty. He must have not even tried to wipe after his last, or maybe his last couple of dumps.

His hole was encrusted with dried shit smears and little, dangling, dingleberries. Eating his hole was so hot for me I thought I might cum.

While I was sucking dirty shit hole I continued listened to Adam and Connor talk while I gave Connor the best rim job I could.

Adam said, "I've always jacked off to a fantasy of mine about a beautiful boy who is so into me that he's turned on about getting me to shit in his mouth. Its like, I'm a rock star and the boy would do anything for me, eating my shit was as cool, for him, as sucking my cock would be."

Connor said, "Well, Cunt Toilet is going to be that boy, stud. Eating your shit totally turns him on. Isn't that right, Cunt Toilet?"

I pulled off of eating Connor's shit hole to answer, "Yes, Master Adam, I want to eat your shit. You are a rock star to me. I am your toilet, Master. I hope you and Master Connor use me in every way you wish. I will do anything you want, I especially want to eat your turds, all of your turds."

Connor said he thought it would be cool to shit on me, totally cover me in smeared shit, and then for the two of them to spit-roast fuck me, one in my mouth and one up my ass, switching places regularly. "It would be like fucking a giant turd," Connor said.

Adam said, "Wouldn't we get a lot of shit on us, if we fuck him like that?"

"Sure," Connor answered, "so what? It's just the three of us, and we may never get a chance to do shit like this again. I say, `in for a penny in for a pound,' let's do whatever we want"

Adam said, "What if I want to eat shit? Would that be cool with you, dude?"

"Go for it stud, I might just eat some shit, myself, before the weekend over," Connor said. "Who knows what's going to happen, but it's all just between us three, no judging."

Adam hooted, and laughed, "In for a penny in for a pound, and no judging."

The conversation went on. At one point they started talking about what food Adam had brought for us, and about shitting in my food.

When the timer went off Adam pulled off the road and Connor took the drivers seat again.

Adam climbed in the back with me and said, "Take that butt plug out, Cunt Toilet, I want you to sit on my cock."

"Yes, Sir," I said, and then having done as I was told, I added, "Sir, there is a lot of shit on this butt plug, what do you want me to do with it, Master?"

Adam said, "Well, a butt plug will work in your mouth, as well as in your shit cunt, little bitch, so put it there."

"Now let's see if you will get as much shit on my cock as you did on that plug."

For the next thirty minutes I sat on Adams long hard cock. I bounced on it, as instructed, only enough to keep Adam hard, not enough to make either of us even get near to cumming.

At the same time, I kept the shit smeared silver butt plug in my mouth. All the while the Masters kept talking about what they were going to do to me when we got to the cabin.

The timer rang for another turn for Connor to use me, and Adam to drive. When I pulled off Adams giant dick, the van was filled with the potent smell of my shit and we could all see that, indeed, Adams cock was coated with my shit.

"Now, what am I going to do with this?" Adam asked pointing at his shit smeared dick.

"Just get naked, pull your shirt off, so you don't get shit on it, and leave your cock alone, while you'er driving," Connor said, "we'll be at the cabin in ten or fifteen minutes. I'm going to have Cunt Toilet sit on my cock till then, and he'll have two shit covered cocks to suck when we get there."

I could hardly wait.