WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS A SEXUALLY EXPLICIT FICTIONAL STORY. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, OR IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN READING ABOUT SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SITUATIONS AND ACTIVITIES.
THE LESSON
I'd just pushed my last one for the morning out the door. I'm a piano instructor. I work out of my home. I looked around the living room at my clothes scattered everywhere. The kid who had just left had done very little piano playing. Every Saturday he spent more time sucking on my thick 9" cock than he ever did learning how to play the piano. I was having trouble coming up with excuses for his mother as to why he wasn't ready for Carnegie Hall yet. The boy had no aptitude for playing the keys. He had excellent potential as a cocksucker. I believe in bringing out the best in a youngster.
I looked at the clock and saw I had plenty of time before the new guy showed up. Gerald somebody-or-other. A referral from another guy I'd been teaching for years who was an ass licking cocksucker. I'm beginning to feel more like a whore than a piano instructor, I thought to myself. I pulled on my tight white briefs and admired my bulge in the mirror in the hallway. Enough of that, I needed some food. I'd used up a lot of energy pumping that kid's mouth for an hour.
I made myself a huge sandwich and had a couple of beers to wash it down with. As I washed up the dishes in the sink I felt a fart wending its way down my shit chute. I love farting. I pushed out hard to make it a loud one. I guess I pushed a bit too hard 'cause I ended up blowing a wet turd into my briefs along with the fart. Fuck. And only ten minutes until the new guy arrived. I rushed through the rest of the dishes and made for the bedroom to change. I remembered my scattered clothes and headed for the livingroom to collect them on the way. To my utter amazement some guy was already in my livingroom.
"Who the FUCK are you and what the FUCK are you doing here?" I thundered at him. He had the seat of my jeans pressed to his nose which he dropped at the sound of my voice. He stared at me with a bit of terror in his eyes.
"I, I was, uh,...the door...um...a little early," he stammered. His face was red as a beet.
I strode over to where he was and grabbed my jeans up off the floor. "Sniffing at my jeans, huh faggot?" I shoved the seat of my jeans back in his face and roughly rubbed them back and forth over his mouth and nose. I was really pissed this queer had just waltzed into my house like this. He started moaning and breathing real hard. I grabbed his throat with my other big hand and applied pressure. I felt like choking this fucking prick. I pushed him down to the floor on his back, my knees pinning his arms down. I had to piss like the devil, the two beers from lunch crying to be relieved through my bladder.
"Let me show you what I do to pants sniffing faggots like you," I bellowed, pulling out my cock and pointing it at my jeans that were stuffed in his mouth. I started pissing on them. "Suck that piss right outta those jeans, man, drink it up," I ordered. I yanked the jeans away and jammed my cock between his lips, still spewing urine. He was gulping it down, but I piss so much it frothed and bubbled out the corners of his mouth. He struggled under me trying to twist his head away so I shifted my muscular thighs to the sides of his head and held him in place. "Get used to it faggot, I've only just begun teaching you a lesson."
As my load of urine subsided I kept my cock lodged in him and began thrusting in and out of his mouth getting myself hard. I pushed my fully engorged meat down his throat, gagging him, feeling his throat muscles constricting on my rod, my nuts rubbing his chin. I yanked my cock out and pulled on it looking down at this queer under me with my piss dribbling down the sides of his face. He still looked scared and I decided to really give him something to remember.
"Since you liked sniffing my pants so much, sniff these, faggot." I raised up and squatted above his face so he could see the wet brown stain on my white briefs. "See that? Can you smell it? Fucking load of my shit inside these shorts, man. Stick your damn nose up there and catch a whiff of my stink. NOW!" He moaned and practically lunged for that shitty crack. My shorts were plastered to my ass by the shit. I rubbed back and forth, grinding that smell up his nose.
"Fucking pervert. You like a man sitting on your face? You like a shitty asshole on your mouth?" I stood up and pulled off the briefs. Turning them inside out I brought the exposed, glossy brown shit smear to his face. "Stick your fucking tongue out," I ordered him and saw a saliva dripping pink tongue appear. I grabbed him under the jaw and squeezed his mouth open wider, then slowly mashed and rubbed that shit onto his tongue, turning it brown. "Lick it, faggot, lick and suck that shit off my shorts." His mouth worked on the crap covered fabric. "Clean it up, shit eater."
I reached behind and scooped a fingerful of shit out of my crack and shoved my finger up his nostril. I repeated this with the other nostril, packing his nose full of my shit. I wanted to insure his mouth would stay open.
"Pretty good work on these shorts, but I don't think you've learned your lesson yet, queer." I tossed the shorts aside and squatted over his face again, showing him my white, shit smeared butt. "Kiss my ass, faggot. Let me feel those lips on my shithole. Show me how much you love my crack, how bad you want my shit." I lowered my anus down over his mouth and felt the connection. My ass lips puckered out and he gave me a wet noisy kiss. His lips and tongue started making out with my shithole. This was the kind of french kissing I liked.
"Start digging, man, dig for that hot shit up there. I wanna feel your tongue up inside me. Suck that shit outta me." I started bearing down, working my guts inside, I was going to feed this freak good.
He was pulling at his belt and undoing his pants. He hauled out his hard cock and started masturbating as I began filling his mouth with some soft brown shit. I was jacking my own cock and liked watching him pull on his, seeing how turned on he was to be eating my shit for me. I like eager eaters, guys who know what they're there for.
A big noisy fart escaped from my ass, blowing right into his mouth. "You like it, faggot? You want more shit to eat?" He mumbled and groaned under me and beat his meat harder. I took it as a yes. I bore down again and felt a nice thick turd slowly easing its way out of me into him. I took it slow so he could savor the taste and handle the flow. He was gobbling down the small pieces he was nibbling off the continuous end of that fine turd. I love getting my turds worshipped and eaten.
The turd was a big, fat, long one. I pulled up a bit and let it inch out a ways. "Suck on that log. Suck and lick it like its a cock." I fucked the end of that shit log in and out of his mouth, coating his lips with my brown slime. "Lock your lips around that hole and just fucking take it." I started unloading, stuffing the pig's mouth with my turd. He grunted in ecstasy. I emptied everything I had into his willing mouth until I felt it backing up. I turned and rammed my cock into that shit bulging mouth and blew my load. He came too, my huge cock pushing all that shit down his convulsing throat...