Disclaimer: This is a story EXTREME SCAT (i.e., shit, puke, piss) and other depravities. Do not read if younger than 18. This is entirely fantasy and does not represent any real people. Email me with ideas if you are interested in more tales from The Scat Frat.
The fall semester was winding down and everyone in the house was preparing for their finals. For the older guys, it was a lot easier. They knew what to expect and had been through it all before. But for me and my four freshmen brothers, it was all a little overwhelming. There were definitely some stressed out pigs who barely had time to enjoy some quick shitfucking, much less a whole night of sewage-fueled lust. Fortunately, several of the upperclassmen knew exactly what was needed. With Christmas just around the corner, the SAUs planned a big holiday dinner, with the five us freshmen as as the guests of honor.
We sat down at the big empty table in the dining hall. We were all in various states of undress, as the room temperature had been cranked up to churn out sweat-inducing heat. I was wearing just a shit- and piss-crusted jockstrap, and a pair of twist up nipple pumps that kept my pig tits puffy and red. To my left was Gavin, naked except for a pair of filthy brown Timberland boots that stank almost as much as his piss-soaked, shoulder-length dreadlocks. His big, black cock was fully erect and oozing a river of precum, puddling under his heavy balls on the wood chair. He smiled at me, reaching over to give my nipple suction pumps a few hard flicks and slaps. I moaned in gratitude. I was just as hard and eager as Gavin to see how this special meal unfolded.
The doors to the kitchen swung open and Rocco came out holding a small tray. Rocco di Cazzo was the oldest brother in the house, and an Italian stud through and through. His hairy ape-like body was on full display as he came out of the kitchen, naked except for the thick layer of fur that covered his front and back. His face looked like a piece of chiseled rock, with an enormous Roman nose that definitely had been broken a couple times and stood out from his face at a sexy left angle. His thick beercan cock was hard and sticking straight out like a board as he brought the tray forward for us to inspect.
The tray contained an assortment of things that didn't seem to go together at first -- a bowl of finely crushed coke, another bowl of ground pepper, a collection of thin little sausages, and some jalapenos. Rocco arranged a line of coke along his thick cock and invited Gavin in for the snort, handing him a rolled up Benjamin. He repeated the process for each of us. The coke was premium and we were all flying real nice. Coke always made my nose run a bit too, and I saw it had the same effect on my brothers. That's when a light went on in my head. I took one of the little sausages and jammed it up my nose, lettting it get slimy with a thick layer of snot. Then I pulled it out, glistening and wet, and fed it to Gavin, who eagerly licked the snotty meat before slurping it down. My other brothers got the idea, getting their sinuses good and runny with the sausages and pepper and jalapenos. Soon we were all sneezing and snorting into each others faces and down our throats, thick globs of snot running freely. I stuck my finger up Gavin's nose and fished out a massive booger that we then swapped on our tongues. All the while, Rocco reassembled the lines of coke on the rigid shelf of his cock, so that we could enjoy multiple hits that fueled our snotty lust. After I took my third hit off his beautiful dick, I brought my mouth up to that cavernous schnoz pertruding from Rocco's face. I dug my tongue into his huge, hairy nostrils, swabbing back and forth in his cave. His snot tasted delicious as I lapped and sucked. One of my other brothers took over the other side, tongue-fucking Rocco's gigantic nostrils. The Italian beast moaned in pleasure and blew wet slime over our invading tongues. "Yeah, fuck my snotty nose with your hot tongues," he commanded as he held our heads in his big, meaty hands. My brothers had formed similar groups, taking turns jamming our tongues and fingers into each others' runny noses, savoring our snot- and booger-fueled first course.
Eventually but relunctantly, Rocco pushed us off and collected his tray, leaving behind the coke for us to enjoy a boost later. The five of us collapsed back into our chairs, panting and drooling, our faces slimy with spit and snot. All of our cocks were raging hard and leaking. Rocco had barely retreated into the kitchen when the doors swung open again to reveal the SAU twin brothers Owen and Oscar, our sophmore strapping farm boys. The twins were the spitting image of each other, blond and broad shouldered, with thick thighs and long sausage cocks. I had briefly watched the two enjoying a beautiful puke-fueled rut when I had first arrived at Sigma Alpha Upsilon, and since then I had sandwiched myself between them many times over the semester.
Now they too were naked except for a backwards baseball cap for each of them. They each carried a soup tureen, which they brought to the end of the table and set down. They then proceeded to drop their long half-hard cocks over the edge of each tureen and began pissing. They must have been holding it in all day, because the powerful streams of steaming piss seemed to go on forever. After depositing what seemed like gallons of rank yellow nectar, they picked up the tureens again and unhitched the ladles from the side. My frat brothers Alex and Peter were up first, and the twins scooped up a ladle of fresh, steaming piss soup and poured the hot liquid down my brothers' happy, eager throats. Gavin and I were next, followed by our fifth brother Timothy.. Even after five ladles, the tureens were still sloshing with piss, so our hosts began to dump the contents over our heads and bodies, allowing the "soup" to flow over us. We grabbed whoever was closest and began making out as the streams of piss were dumped over our writhing bodies. Timothy and I were rubbing the warm piss into each others hair when Timothy let loose his own stream of hot liquid. It arced up between us, and we brought our mouths together just over the flow, lapping and slurping down from Timothy's yellow geyser. It took me a minute, but soon my own bladder was releasing a hot couple gallons of my own saved up piss, soaking our faces and bodies even more. Piss was flowing everywhere around us as all the other brothers were now spraying and hosing down each other. Timothy was a thin, slight guy -- a classic emo skater and stoner with long hair and a wispy soul patch on his chin. As we ground our pissy bodies together, I wrapped my more muscular arms around him. The warm slippery piss lubed our gyrations, as we were completely soaked and dripping from every inch of our bodies. I continued to rub piss through Timothy's long, grunge-rocker hair and massage it into his scalp. He moaned in pleasure -- I had discovered this was a major turnon for my brother early on. One of the twins dumped the last of the piss in his tureen over Timothy's head as I continued to work, giving his grungy, stringy blond hair a thorough piss washing as if we were in the priciest salon.
Like Rocco before them, eventually Owen and Oscar gathered their soup course serving dishes and retreated to the kitchen. We didn't have to wait long to see what came next. Moose came through the doors pushing a cart laden with all sorts of interesting things. Of course, Moose wasn't his real name, but the nickname fit the 325 lb giant mountain of furry flesh and muscle. In another life Moose would have been a college and NFL football superstar, the kind of enormous wall of meat that crushes everything in his path. Fortunately for us, Moose was a dedicated filth pig who didn't have time for both sports and a life of sexual depravity, so he picked SAU instead. Today he was wearing nothing but a steel cock ring and a set of 3-lb ball-stretchers, along with a football-sized butt plug that was stuffed in his floppy, loose cunt. On the cart was a tray of brown bottles, which Moose passed out first, followed by a tray of bulging thick joints of the house's finest weed. Two other dishes remained on the cart, hidden by the silver domed cloches covering them. My pig brothers and I kicked back with the excellent grass and a few more lines of coke, although we missed Rocco's cock as our platform. Adding to our highs were multiple hits from the bottle of poppers. The air was thick with the smell of weed and poppers. I was feeling so warm and loose, flying nicely and horny as hell, and more than a little hungry from the joint I'd happily smoked down. That's when Moose pulled off the two cloches.
One platter was piled high with gigantic roasted turkey legs. The glistening drumsticks were huge and meaty, cooked to juicy perfection. The other platter was piled high with creamy, smooth mashed potatoes. Ever the smart-ass, Alex called out to Moose, "What, no gravy?" Moose just gave him a wicked grin, turned his jiggling butt cheeks to the potatoes, and yanked out the enormous buttplug in his ass. Out poured a spray of oozy, thick shit sludge that covered the mashed potatoes in rich shit gravy. Alex lost no time scooping up some mashed potatoes and "gravy" with both hands, slurping some down and rubbing the rest over his face. While he was enjoying his sludgy side-dish, Moose made sure Alex didn't forget his main course. Taking one of the enormous turkey legs, Moose shoved the entire drumstick up Alex's cunt in a single motion. "FUUCCCKKKK...." Alex bellowed through the shitty mashed potatoes he'd stuffed in mouth. Moose powerfucked the turkey in and out of Alex's cunt a few times, getting it thoroughly coated in shit, and then yanked it out, presenting it to my frat brother. Alex hungrily chomped a chunk of shit-covered meat from the offered drumstick, chewing openly so that the mushy drool ran down his face. Moose shoved the leg back in Alex's cunt to keep it warm while he and the younger SAU made out, swapping turkey, mashed potatoes, and shit gravy between them.
The rest of us lost no time joining the perverted meal. I grabbed a turkey leg, propped my feet on the table, and slid the greasy drumstick into my shit-filled hole. The piping hot joint of turkey felt so good in my cunt, filling me with oven-warm, glistening meat and juice that helped melt my shit into a thick goo as I slid the leg in and out. Gavin and Timothy were on other side of me, enjoying the exact same sensation. We scootched together, draping our legs over each other as we fucked the turkey legs in and out of our cunts. I pulled the thick drumstick out of my hole and presented the shit-dripping meat to Timothy, who took a massive bite of the leg. I shoved it back into my slippery shit tunnel while Timothy and I passed the shitty chunk of meat back and forth. Gavin joined in, smearing his shit covered turkey leg over our faces before stuffing it back into his warm pig cunt. Moose came over with the heaving platter of shit-covered mashed potatoes. As the three us furiously fucked ourselves with our turkey legs, Moose fed us handfuls of creamy shit potatoes, smearing them over our faces and torsos as we slurped down the tasty/nasty side dish.
With a mighty push, I shoved the entire leg into my cunt, my fist sliding in behind until it was buried deep inside my guts. Then I reached for another leg turned it narrow-end first, and shoved it in alongside the other haunch of meat. Ohhhhh fuckkkk it felt good, as a second giant drumstick slid into position beside the first, like some sort of perverted turkey leg 69. I was moaning and drooling as I pushed the extra leg the final bit until my cunt closed in around it, both legs firmly engulfed in my shitty pig cunt. My pig brothers looked on in appreciation, tugging my nipple pumps, coating me in shitty mash, and squeezing my balls as I worked the double portion of turkey into my hungry hole. After letting the legs remain stored in my ass for a while, Moose lay on the table and pulled me up to join him. I stood on top of the table in a slight squat over his face, the turkey legs in my cunt dripping greasy shit juice onto his licking lips. Then I started to push the gigantic nestled drumsticks back out, as if I were taking the most massive shit of my life. My cunt rosebudded out as the two legs slowly slid out. Shitting out two whole turkey legs was like giving birth to the most massive turd -- it felt awesome. I loved the way my cunt was stretched to the ripping point as piles of slimy shit spewed out like afterbirth along with the two drumsticks. When they were finally deposited with a satisfying plop on Moose's face he picked one up and began to gnaw the meat like a starving man. We all joined in, finally devouring the shitty meat and potatoes we'd been playing with. It was delcious. When we were done our faces and chests were streaked with grease, shit, drool, and creamy potatoes.
As the shitty meal rumbled in our full stomachs, we all knew what course came next. Moose was still laying prone on the table, his massive belly heaving among the discarded bones and slick remnants of potatoes. I slid beside him, snuggling up to his obese mounds of flesh and snogging his drooling mouth. Alex had crawled between his legs and was suckling on his stretched out balls. I made eye contact with Alex and gave him a nod. I pulled back my arm and closed my fist, delivering a gut punch to Moose's squishy middle. At the same time, Alex slammed his fist down on Moose's nuts. Moose cried out with a gurgling moan and then promptly started spewing puke as his body instinctively reacted to our brutal assault. I clamped my mouth over the churning torrent of puke as turkey chunks and shit washed over my face and down my gullet. It triggered my own hurling reaction which I spewed all over Moose's panting face. Focused as I was on Moose, I couldn't help but hear the retching and moaning of my pig brothers around me as they joined in our orgy of hurled puke. The smell built around us as we snogged and smeared the shitty puke over ourselves and each other.
By now we were all the table, writhing like intertwined snakes in a pool of piggy liquid shit and puke, smeared potatoes and chewed up bones. I grabbed Gavin's beautiful black cock and mounted the puke-slick anaconda. "Fuck yeah, nigga, fuck me with that fat black cock," I moaned as I rode him, knowing Gavin loved it. We caught Timothy's attention, and he came up behind me and slid his cock in alongside Gavin's. Given that I'd pushed two turkey legs out of my tunnel minutes earlier, the dick went in easily and both SAUs were bottomed out to their balls inside me. I rode them both, humping the double dicks like the pig whore I am.
Moose extracted himself from the rutting orgy on the table and gave a loud whistle as he dropped back down to stand alongside us. Apparently it was time for dessert. The whistle signaled to the rest of the house to join us. From every direction, our sophomore, junior and senior brothers entered the dining room and surrounded the table on which we lay. Twenty men in all, each jacking his cock as they watched us fuck each other among the massive accumulation of shit and puke. Moose was the first to blow, sending ropes of creamy hot cum over our sweaty faces and bodies. His load was as massive as the man, and creamy cum hit me in the face and covered my eyes and nose. Other bursts coated Gavin below me, white lengths of hot cum on his wet ebony skin. Soon the other men hit their climax and cum started to fly from every direction. We all opened our mouths and held out our tongues to catch as much as we could, but there was so much hot cum coming from everywhere. I felt hot smacks of powerful loads landing in my hair, on my chest and cock, and coating the two SAU brothers fucking me, so that it just added more lube as I pistoned on their throbbing side-by-side cocks. They came simultaneously, flooding my guts with what felt like a gallon of scorching hot cum. With a couple jerks of my own meat, I too was spraying my batter all over Gavin's face, who hungrily slurped it up along with the countless ropes of cum from our SAU brothers' bukkake.
When the last spurts of the remaining loads were drained out of their balls, the twenty SAU brothers gave us a round of applause and wished us luck on our upcoming finals. As they drifted away, the five of us lay panting on the table, coated in cum, puke and shit. It was the best holiday dinner I'd ever had....