This is a story with light to moderate gay scat elements. My intention is to create a positive space for scat fetishes, where adult males enjoy their sexuality together.
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Skip Maher, in his 50s, is a New York veteran comedian is no stranger to this crowd. A gay nudist camp in the forests north of new New York City- the biggest event of the gay nudist week. His style is offhanded, very Lenny Bruce or George Carlin. Messy balding hair under a tattered Mets cap, Tortoise-shell glasses, big rugged handsome features (including yes the large nose that is subject of the stereotype), his body is naturally athletic but it's a thick working class body, an old "broke comedian" button down from the Gap in the late 90s over thick arms and a bit of a belly and as a concession to his audience- no pants. The blue collar New Yorker stereotype of body hair, he also fit the bill- his legs and ass covered with tons of black hair, mounds of pubic hair around a huge cock and each side of his ass crack with tufts of hair that stick together like Velcro.
"Hey there, Hey there...How goes it out there? All sitting on your towels like obedient nudists. Jesus, 15 years of coming here...and those towels are certainly filthy..it's been a long day of an uncovered cock and asshole. But hey it's okay, I love man scat..."
"Oooh silence. Skip can't say that, can he?"
A few chuckles
"It is difficult to have this fetish, I mean the other week, I went to a second job interview and pissed before going in, I saw my bosses ankles and dropped drawers in the stall near me....and he a was fine MoFo...anyway the little intern boy got to the point in the interview...
(sing-songy peppy little voice), `any final questions for us?'...I said "Yeah, if I've got a load to drop same time as my hot boss, can I just push it out my ass on the floor while I'm sucking him off on the toilet? Just ya, know, curious about the companies' policy on being brown curious."
A bit more laughter.
"Come on guys, with your fucking artisanal diets and $200 weekly Whole Foods trips...you should be shitting on a plate and wiping your asses on stationary."
More Laughter
"Besides the only clean ass cracks are those of you manhattanites who shave them..."
Skip rolls his eyes. The Audience rolls with laughter, the bears anyway.
"I did once in my 20s. Jesus Christ it took a week of shaving before a waxer would see me."
"Let's just say it didn't work. But I remember wiping my first night I came out clean as a whistle...I felt my hole and crack to make sure it was real...usually If I do that my fingers smell like thetoilets in the Mets locker room before the big game but nope (he does a chefs' kiss with his fingers) I thought, I'm gonna walk into Tavern on the Green and spread this ass. People gotta see this. So I want to a bar, picked up a hot little oral boy and well one person saw, and tasted it all.
He's got the audience....
"But seriously. It's not worth the trouble...So I guess it's just a matter of convenience of I love watching a man's ass do its job. Both you au naturel and you shaved brothers....just spread it out, pucker that hole and show Uncle Skippy what a good boy you are...."
Skip, aroused, grabs his large erection for a little relief. He looks out at the audience.
"Oh what's that back there whisper, whisper....and yeah I see your head dripping, better wipe it with the towel."
The Stage hand shines the light on a couple at a table.
"No seriously what were you two talking about while I got crude and lewd?"
One man says "He said `Actually, I've got to take a shit.'"
Skip looks at the handsome bear, intrigued. He puckers his lips.
"Oooh Uncle Skip wants to be helpin' out. Come on up here."
The man shakes his head, his face cast to the floor.
"No, no, Uncle Skip wants to help you...."
One table starts chanting, "Come on up!, Come on up!"
Pretty soon the entire room is banging their tables "Come on up! Come on up!"
Skip waves his hand "Cut it out you savage queens."
"No seriously, you can come up. It can't be more embarrassing than Uncle Skip's brown butt...".
Skip turns around and spreads his legs and ass cheeks.
"See the fucking sandpaper toilet paper stuck all over my crack...you're probably asking, why did I bother?"
Laughter and shouts of agreement from a relaxed audience.
The guy comes up to the stage, a strong handsome muscled bear mid 50s, barrel chest, slight belly over strong abs, huge cock, thick ass... but shy like a little boy.
"No pressure here. We're just kidding around. You're very courageous to come up here. More man that most of the men in here. What's your name?"
He whispers to Skip.
Skip talks into the microphone "That's Barry for those without supersonic hearing."
Laughter
"No Barry, you've been a good sport, if you just want to use the toilet later like a normal guy...not a crusty old comedian with a 20 year old button down....you can."
Barry shakes his head..."no I'm...I'm curious."
Skip turns into the attentive Daddy figure, massaging his chin. Softly talking to his boy. "It's okay to be curious. Is there anything you're curious about? It's okay to have a lot of different thoughts of things that are different."
Skip takes his shirt off and has Barry smell the pits. "That's good, learn Daddy's smells."
He blindfolds Barry. "That feels better doesn't it, boy."
Barry answers into the microphone more clearly, "Yes it does Uncle Skip."
Uncle Skip gives him a kiss. "Oh you're a brave, brave boy...talking about the dirty things that make your penis feel good. But they are natural and manly....So guess who's being a real man today?"
Barry, encouraged, "Me."
"Yes...you. Now Uncle Skip Likes making turds in front of other guys. And you know what he likes even better?"
Barry answers "Other guys making turds."
Skip. "Good, good, almost...no his favorite thing, Uncle Barry, is pushing out his turds with other guys."
Barry smiles.. "Yes it feels good to think about those things doesn't it?"
Barry nods.
"Now what is your thought?"
"I...I want to push it all out while I'm sucking on your dick."
Skip caresses him softly and then kisses him again. "It felt good to say that didn't it?"
Barry nods. "Are you ready to take blinds off now?" Barry nods again.
Barry looks out to a room full of aroused men, all masturbating and pleasuring each other. Most their penises but a few also their anuses...
Skip takes his fingers and sucks them in his mouth until they are soaking with his saliva.
"Turn around and show Uncle Skip your poo pressure bottom and butthole."
Skip slowly inserts his wet, wet finger. Circling it around in Barry's hole. Barry farts the smallest fart. "Good Boy." Skip pats Barry on the head. He then pulls out a finger, covered in Barry's shit like a finger stuck into a rich chocolate frosting bowl.
Skip inhales it deeply and then gives it to Barry, who also inhales deeply.
"Oh Barry, I'm so very glad you came on the stage tonight. All this big, big load for everyone to see, and everyone can smell these rich smells. It's going to be so special to see your anus open and deliver all that."
Barry nods.
TO BE CONTINUED