THE PERFECT MATCH--Part 4 by bawdypen
"I'm thinking hot, smelly fat turd--YOURS! You'd better have one for me, after turning me on like this!" I grabbled for his belt buckle.
"I DO, MAN!" he laughed, helping me get his pants off. "OH, DO I EVER! You're gonna love it, Julian!" He struggled to get naked. "Oh, I got a turd for you to lick! Help me get these fuckin' shoes and pants off! Man, I wanna poke a turd into your mouth so fuckin' bad! Here, let me do it while you strip off!" He pushed me away and yanked his shoes off. Meanwhile, I stripped in record time. "Don't think about anything, baby, except that I'm gonna shit something that you wanna lick!"
"YES, MATT! DO IT! I want you to shit! I want to lick on the hot thing! Oh, man, I'm so fuckin' hot--give me the shit out of your ass. I WANT TO SUCK ON IT!"
"Suck away, baby," he gasped, finally naked and up on his elbows and knees on the bed--his funky ass sticking in my face. I was naked, also, and was crouching behind him. The sight was so deliciously obscene! It wasn't just a guy's naked ass thrust up for me to oralize, it was a guy's naked ass sticking up with a hot, twitching anus flexing for more than a delirious rimjob. And indeed, it was an asshole worthy of hours of deep tongue adoration. But this anus...this guy's hot anus...one I'd licked on and sucked out quite happily...was preparing for a rather shameful assault--TO SHIT A FOUL, SMELLY TURD INTO MY FACE! I was taken aback, momentarily, at Matt's audaciousness, He was about to take a hot shit--and he fully expected ME to put my mouth on it! To taste and lick his turd! THE GALL OF THE GUY! I thought. Sticking it right up there, expecting me to...! I saw his wrinkled anus begin to expand. Obediently, I bent down to smell at his hole. The intoxicating odor brought me to my senses. Matt wasn't being lewdly presumptious, he was presenting to me exactly what I wanted. I grabbed ahold of his lovely buttocks and spread them apart, licking furiously at his spicy crevice.
"Oh, Matt," I said, breathlessly, "take the biggest shit of your life, baby! I got my mouth right here to lick 'n suck it! PUSH IT INTO MY MOUTH! I want your sweet turd. NOW!!" I'd no sooner licked into his expanding hole then I found my mouth full. FULL OF SHIT! It shot to the back of my throat. I pressed down tightly to his anus. With the pressure at the back of my throat, I held my breath and tried to keep it from coming out further. I worked my tongue over his tasty turd, licking it madly while holding my breath as long as I possibly could.
Finally, I had to draw back. I reached my hand up to hold it steady, then pulled off. I gazed at the immense, steaming thing sticking out of his ass, then I drew a deep breath and plunged my mouth down over it again! Then I sucked. OH, MAN, DID I EVER SUCK! I brought my other hand up and held onto the part nearest the anus. More and more of it was coming out. I started to blow his turd! I was thrusting my open mouth onto as much of it as I could, sucking it off! He kept shitting and I kept sucking! Shit, suck...shit, suck. Finally, I felt his anal muscles clench, and the turd broke off. I pulled it from his asshole and fell back on the bed. Nothing else in the world existed for me but Matt's delicious turd. I'd hardly noticed that he'd turned and gone down on my throbbing cock. I'd never felt a more exquisite pleasure in my life than laying there gushing hot jizz into his wildly sucking mouth while I milked shitjuice from his hot turd!
That's exactly what I did. I expected, kinda, that his turd would probably just dissolve in my mouth--especially with the way I was sucking on it. But it was so firm, so sectioned, that I literally drew the moisture from it, I was sucking so hard. By the time he turned around and scooted up to me with a curious smile on his face, the section of his turd still in my mouth was ready to turn to dust!
I wasn't embarrassed. I was ecstatic! I knocked the dry section away and pulled a fresher, moister, section to my lips. I licked on it. "Hi, Matt!" I said, looking up. "Love your turd!" I took a lascivious lick on it. "OOH, IT'S HOT! You really shit out warm, luscious turds, Matt." I sucked on it. "You like watching me suck on your shit, Matt?" He nodded, dumbly, totally engrossed in my gross performance. "This is what you wanted me to do, isn't it? You KNEW I'd like it. You ever tasted this before?" He shook his head NO. "Mmmm, then how'd you know it would be so good? Hunh, Matt? How'd you know your shit would taste so wonderful?" He smiled and shrugged, while I sucked on more of it. "Get close to me, Matt," I said. "Put your face right next to mine. I want you to smell your own shit while I eat it. If it's good enough for me to eat--it's good enough for you to SMELL!"
He smiled and nodded. Bringing his face close enough that he could have licked on his own turd had he wanted to, our noses were together. We sniffed at his shit--Matt breathing just as deeply as I was.
"You like that, baby?" he cooed. "Oh, man, you're so fuckin' beautiful. And you look so good with a turd in your mouth. Smells like shit to me, but it's mine so I can lay here smelling it all day long if you like, so don't stop. Yeah, lick it up and down like that!"
"You said you'd lick mine, Matt," I reminded him, "but you never did. So, lick on your own. Let me see you lick on this!"
"You're right, buddy, I did say I'd do that to make it more even." He was talking into my ear now. "But since you didn't need that to make you agreeable--I mean, just look at how you're sucking my turd!" I shot him a nasty glance that made him laugh. "OK, OK. I'll do it. But I'd much rather do it the other way. I don't want to lick on my own shit. If I have to do it, I'd much rather lick on yours!"
I pulled the turd from my mouth and sat up. "You mean it?" I asked, increduously.
"Sure. What the hell. Those pictures got me just as horny. Come on. Now, I'm not gonna do a number like you just did, but fuck it. Shit out a big turd, Julian. I'll lick it just like I said I would. But don't expect much!"
I could have stayed there until I'd devoured the whole thing, but the idea of him--reluctantly--licking on my shit, was too exciting to pass up. I hopped up on my knees and pushed my ass into his face. I was desperate to take a shit for him!
"NO, NO," he cried. "Not like that!" He laughed. "I'm not like you, Julian. I'm not gonna gobble up your turd."
I straightened up, again stung by his put-down. But he grabbed me from behind and played his hands over the front of my body while he pulled me back into his lap. He whispered into my ear, hotly.
"I'm not gonna gobble it up, baby. I want you to rest back onto me, just like this, and open up. SHIT, JULIAN, SHIT! I want to feel the turd coming out of your asshole-- right into my hands. Shoot me a big hot one, baby! Then you can turn around and see me lick it!"
How can a guy resist sweet words like that? Lifting my ass from my ankles, I arched my back and took a simply wonderful shit. I had to lift higher as I felt the long thing squish from my anus. I was so comfortable, I let the whole thing out in one piece. Squeezing shut, I gasped from that wonderful feeling of having evacuated a huge turd. I turned to see Matt kneeling there holding a double handful. I thought I saw steam coming from it! "LICK IT, MATT! COME ON, LICK IT!"
He teased me. "Gawd, Julian!" He held it up. "You want me to LICK on this?! I mean...just smell it. This has gotta be the smelliest turd I ever smelled! And you want ME to lick it?"
It was awful! What could I say? I couldn't make him do it--my turd was so putrid I wouldn't even lick it! I shook my head, indicating that he needn't go ahead. "No, you're right. It's awful!"
"Yes, it is!" he agreed, smiling. "But on the other hand," he grinned, "It is yours!" He lifted the stinky column to his lips and ran his tongue up and down it, brazenly licking on my turd. He quickly set it aside...then lifted it again and licked it some more!
"THERE!" he cried. "I not only did my duty...but I went back for seconds! That should tell you how much you turn me on. Don't ever expect me to do such a filthy thing again... but," he grinned, lewdly, "don't be surprised if I might suggest it...sometime."
"You're too much, Matt!" I laughed and hugged him.
"Then you liked it, Julian? You like my shit?"
"Golly! That's obvious, isn't it?" I blushed.
"Yeah, but...I mean enough to do it in front of an audience?"
"Oh! Right." I'd forgotten the purpose of the whole thing. "Ummm," I had to think a bit. I went over what I'd just done--second by second--reliving the anxiety and the pleasure I'd experienced. Then I tried to imagine doing it in front of a group of horny men. I realized something that I hadn't when Matt had first brought the idea up. "The guys...uh...sitting out there watching me. They won't be seeing me as a circus 'geek' or something, will they? I mean, they'll be wishing they could be doing the same thing, right?"
"Yes and no. I'm not gonna bullshit you, Julian. It depends on how the sleazy 'promoter' puts out the word. He should tell them what to expect. But some creeps might try to cash in on just saying 'something spectacular' without giving details. But, even the guys who come knowing just what we'll do, might express disgust--while they're jacking off! It's only natural for some of them to protect their egos. What you have to realize, and enjoy, is that we're going to purposely SCANDALIZE them! You're right. They might not do it themselves--but they'll pay plenty to watch a kid eat shit. Now, you're not a kid. Nobody would book us if you were. But a subtle rumor that you're about 16'll bring in mucho bucks. And you can pass for 16 from a distance."
"LET'S DO IT!" I gushed.
"We will. But first, let's do something else first. You gotta piss?"
"Man, I sure do! I just put it out of my mind from all the excitement. Do you, uh, want it?"
"Damn betcha! Every drop. Sit on the edge of the bed."
I did, and spread my legs and he crawled between them. I rested my hands back and watched as he wrapped his lips over my deflated cock. He licked the wet cream still cover- ing it then looked up at me in anticipation. I tried to relax...thinking of a bubbling brook...but it didn't work. So I pictured HIM pissing in MY mouth and the deluge began to stream from my pisshole. I clamped down quickly to shut off the valve...afraid I'd drown him...but he looked up as if wondering why I'd stopped. I got it. He knew what he was capable of. I relaxed and gave it to him full force! Down his gullet it went--his throat muscles working overtime. He look it all like a pro and smacked his lips. Man, it was gonna be fun using his mouth freely whenever I had to piss!
I was surprised at how soon Matt arranged a perfor- mance. Despite the lingering sensations I'd experienced which caused me to want to do it again beforehand, Matt adamantly refused. He said he wanted me to be 'hungry'! He said it would be beneficial for our first performance in front of other people. I guess he was right, because finding myself on stage--naked--for the first time, I was so fucking horny I easily went right into our routine of sucking, fucking, and then...to my knees, knowing that Matt was about to shit a big turd from his ass--into my face! The audience had been rather boisterous at our earlier antics. Now, they became nearly silent. Just a buzz ran through the room as I layed on my back and Matt knelt over my head and asked if I was thirsty.
"Very," I replied. He proceeded to piss down into my open mouth.
Yep, it took some dribbling and gurgling, but with some practice I decided I kinda liked piss. We thought it would add to our performances if I drank piss too. Now I was a devotee. Hell, it was small step for a shiteater. But I still don't like heavy yellow morning piss!
After gulping it all down, I hopped up, wiped my mouth, and knelt behind Matt's flagrantly--and fragrantly!--exposed buttocks. He rightly figured that having an unclean asshole would entice me beyond any stage fright I might experience. How right he was! I was in position, on cue, but my body was shaking a bit and second thoughts were going through my mind. Then the odor of Matt's asshole hit my nostrils! My dick spiked back up again, and my nose was immediately drawn to that garden of delight! Eat your hearts out, guys! I thought. Just watch this! In an unrehearsed moment, I exclaimed loudly, "OH, MATT! YOU'VE GOT SUCH A SWEET SMELLIN' BUTT! OPEN IT UP! I'D LIKE YOU TO TAKE A BIG SHIT FOR ME, BABY. I WANT TO SUCK ON YOUR TURD!"
Loud gasps were heard from the audience. Matt told me later that he'd looked around just then, and that every man in the audience was instantly on his feet. I wasn't aware of anything but the glorious opening of Matt's lovely anus. I caught a peek of the hot brown turd beginning to poke its way out--I remembered nothing after that!
"Oh, Julian!" Matt cried, once we were backstage. "They loved us. Boy, you sure gobbled my turd down! I thought you might just lick on it to make them happy, but you really went to town. ATE THE WHOLE FUCKIN' THING! They went fuckin' wild!"
"I...I did?!" I asked in a stupor.
"Damn straight! D-don't you remember?"
"No...not exactly. I...I remember...Oh, boy! Yeah, I remember eatin' your sweet turd, Matt. I just forget I was on stage. HOLY SHIT! I really did it?!"
"SLICK AS SHIT!" he laughed, "if you don't mind the pun."
I laughed with him. "Mind? I don't mind. I don't think I mind. When's our next show?"
I sure didn't mind! After my stage initiation, I lost all reluctance at having an audience watch me eat shit. That's what they came for; that's what they paid for. So, that's what they saw! But after that, I started to put a little more flair into my performance. Instead of just opening my mouth and acting like Matt's personal toilet, I no longer gobbled up his whole turd. I'd still make sure they saw me eat some of it, but I quickly realized they got more excited watching Matt's turd come out of his widely- expanding anus. To see it fall into my waiting hands. To see me with my nose and face right up to it.
Matt would hike a leg up, saying he's got something special for me. Slowly the opening in his ass would slowly begin to expand and spread. Soon, a round nubbin of his brown roll would be exposed. I'd be sitting back on my haunches behind him, watching. "Oh, Matt, what's that coming out?!" I would gasp, assuring the audience that what they could barely see was what they thought they were seeing. Then further expansion...an inch would appear... then an inch or two more...just hanging there. "OH, MATT!"
I loved their gasping when I knelt up and they'd hear me sniffing it--cheering and whistling when I'd lascivi- ously run my tongue back and forth over his greasy turd. Matt would drink cooking oil before a performance--just enough to make his turd glisten with moisture to give the appearance of being slickly coated with tasty assjuice! Of course, it usually was anyway--but the oil made it more apparent from a distance.
We'd always vary the performance. Sometimes we'd make Matt's need to shit an unrehearsed necessity. He'd shyly announce it, telling the audience he'd return shortly. Then I'd jump up and pull him back onto the makeshift stage, saying the 'show must go on' and ask the audience if they'd like to watch him do it! They'd moan and groan until some horny bastard piped up either in agreement or disgust at the idea. If it was in agreement, Matt would say he'd only do it if I'd catch it and lick on it! I'd say that I couldn't possibly do such a filthy thing--at least NOT IN PUBLIC! They'd urge me on after Matt grumbles, "Why not? You do it in private all the time!" I'd blush and act offended that he gave my secret away. Matt would waddle downstage, holding a hand at his ass, and talk to the audience. "It's true. I love the little fucker, but the fact is he likes licking and sucking my turds! I gotta go real bad, and I can't make it to the bathroom. I'M GONNA TAKE A CRAP RIGHT HERE ON STAGE! If you want to watch Julian lick it--TELL HIM SO!"
Wild cheers and various lewd comments always followed. "Yeah, do it!" "Let's see him lick on your turd!" "Eat shit, kid!" "Crap on his face! Right in his mouth!" "I'd rather watch the kid shit!" "Yeah, I'd eat his turd!" Any dissenting viewpoints were quickly shouted down. Of course, they knew it was all contrived, but they got just as much enjoyment out of pretending it was spontaneous as we did.
A variation of this theme had Matt in leather straps and things, acting the master to my slave. He'd get the audience on his side until they demanded that he order me to receive his shit.
And if the initial response was negative--I'd badger the audience, telling them they were inhibited pussies, and describing how delicious a big fat turd coming from Matt's rectum tasted. "You faggots rim assholes all the time! You LOVE smelling each other's butts! And you KNOW you're licking traces of shit when you do it! At least I admit it. Besides, where else are you EVER going to be able to witness this--even if you don't get off on it?"
Sometimes, when we were sure that an audience expected it to take place, Matt would bend over and grab his ankles, shitting a long turd into my hands. I'd cradle it and walk downstage.
"Well, now! What would you like to see me do with THIS?!" I'd ask, holding it out to them.
"Rub it all over your face!" "Gobble it down, you little shiteater!" "Stick it up your ass." "Smell it!" "Lick on it!"
"Give it to me!" "Serve it on crackers!" "Throw it away, I got a better one for you!"
We were raking in the dough! And the audiences were satisfied. Because of the stiff prices they'd paid--and because it was a private party--an orgy usually followed. Whether it was folding chairs or theatre seats, we'd manage to fire them up for a free-for-all. And, not surprisingly, rimming seemed to be the favorite sport. We'd watch their antics from the stage or the wings...sometimes even joining in for some regular sucking and fucking. Inevitably, someone would want to lick Matt's hole clean--and invariably, someone else would offer to squeeze me out one of their own 'delicious' stools...or beg for mine!
One occasion, where Matt had squatted near the end of the stage and dropped out several turds--which I'd crawled up to and sniffed and licked--the local promoter of the event slipped away from the orgy and was lapping up the floor where the turds had been moments before. But this was rare. Whether in New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, or San Francisco, basically the audiences were fiercely turned on, but kept the orgy activities fairly orthodox.
Many times personal requests would be expressed, or relayed, to us for private showings where the 'buyer' could be personally involved. More about that later.
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