All of the usual disclaimers apply. The following story contains mild scat.
Tom and Jim -- Part 3
A week later Jim jogged over to his brother Tom's house for their Saturday workout. He knew that Tom's wife would be gone for the weekend, since Tom had made a point to remind him of it a couple times over the past week, and Jim knew why. Both of them were hot to get together again and work out, and not only because that was their weekly routine and they enjoyed the strenuous physical exercise. After the past couple weeks' events that occurred during their activities they were both hot and horny for a further exploration of their interests that stemmed all the way back to their childhood together.
They both remembered fondly their hikes in the woods as kids, with Chuck and Lester especially, and how all four of the boys had played so often in the deep depths of the woods and investigated various physiological elements of deep interest to them all: specifically their cocks and their bottoms and the materials that could emanate from them. It was with Chuck and Lester that Jim and Tom had been introduced into the dark pleasures of scatological play, as Chuck would kneel in the leaves and squat with his white rear end poking outward, and he would reach back and part his cheeks and grunt softly while a dark brown turd would slowly peek out of his anus as the other boys gathered around, sniffing and giggling, and then slowly the turd would emerge in its entirety and droop and then drop down into the leaves below, leaving Chuck's asshole winking and faintly smudged. Lester was the first boy to touch anything, reaching down and sliding a finger over the slick damp surface of Chuck's turd, then looking at the faint brown smear on his finger, bringing it up to his nose to smell it, and then offering it to the others to smell. Of course Jim and Tom sniffed in the earthy aromatic odor, and peered again at Chuck's dark asshole as Lester reached over to it with a moistened finger and prodded the opening gingerly, then more firmly until the tip of his fingertip entered Chuck's ass and slowly disappeared up inside him. When he pulled it out it was smeared with brown streaks, and the boys oohed and ahhed and giggled and shivered and desired so much more without even knowing what. Lester showed them how he would kneel and put his nose right up to Chuck's dirty asshole and sniff mightily, breathing in the wonderfully nasty odor of shit, and of course Jim and Tom did the same, both of them developing a deep interest and desire for the nether regions and the activities involved there.
And now here they were, grown men with wives and responsible jobs, renewing their interest in their boyhood games, but now with a sexual angle involved, as they both continued to fantasize about such playful boyhood games as they masturbated and occasionally as they had sex with their wives. The past two weekends had brought their latent interest to the surface again, and as Jim stepped up to Tom's porch for their workout he remembered fondly their little activity the previous Saturday when Tom and he had been jogging through the woods a mile up the road and Tom had needed a short break, which resulted in him unloading a beautiful brown log into Jim's eager hand. Jim had been so hard he hardly had to touch himself to bring himself to an orgasm, since his cock had been so hard and ready as he had watched closely from behind as his brother's asshole had slowly opened before him and pushed out a steaming brown turd only inches from Jim's face, which Jim caught in his hand. Jim was hoping something similar might happen today, giving him and his brother even more pleasure once again.
After knocking on the door Jim walked right in and moments later Tom came out on the porch where the free weights were. Tom, like his brother, was wearing only some workout shorts and his tennis shoes. His sleek muscled body looked good for a man his age, and Jim felt he looked about the same. They exchanged greetings and then engaged in small talk as they started their stretching and then gradually began their first sets of weights. Both of them, however, were thinking the same thing, and both of them were looking for an opportunity to present itself, though neither of them felt like waiting long. Jim was already half-hard just thinking of the possibilities, and Tom couldn't help but notice. "Hey bro, looks like you brought a banana with you today, and kept it in your front pocket." Jim looked down and saw the curving arch of his swollen cock pushing out the fabric of his shorts and laughed. He reached down and gave his cock a vigorous rub, and said his shorts were tickling him, and laughed again. Tom grinned and said, "Well, maybe you ought to take them off if they're in the way." Jim made eye contact with him and saw Tom's mischievous look, and said, "I will if you will." So both men paused from their routine and pulled off their workout shorts. In both cases their hard cocks slapped up against their abdomens, similar in their appearance, both of them firm and swollen, about 6 or 7 inches cut, their mushroom heads flanged out and ready.
Tom couldn't help but reach down and wrap his hand around his brother's firm hard cock and stroke it gently a couple times. "Nice cock, bro," he said. Jim reciprocated and grabbed Tom's cock as well, and the two of them stood there for a minute just gently stroking and rubbing each other's cocks, their breathing getting a bit ragged as they did so, both of them getting hornier with the anticipation. Jim reached around with his other hand and stroked Tom's hip and asscheeks on that side, squeezing the flesh as he continued stroking Tom's cock. Tom wanted badly to have Jim go for his ass, wanted Jim to turn him around and part his cheeks and dive into his waiting asshole, wanted to feel Jim's hot breath on his bottom and his warm wet tongue on his asshole, wanted to feel Jim's fingers sliding deep up into him and feeling what Tom had waiting for him up there, wanted to push out for Jim the thick log of shit that he knew he had been keeping up there for just this moment.
And to Tom's amazed surprise and pleasure, that's exactly what Jim did. Jim knelt and pushed Tom's hip slightly so that Tom was forced to turn his body, so that his ass was now in front of Jim's face while Jim kept a hand on Tom's cock at the same time, still rubbing and stroking it steadily. Tom bent forward slightly, eager to have his brother go after his ass, excited about the prospect of pushing his shit out for his brother as he did the week before, wanting to feel the slide of his turd out of his body and hoping against hope that Jim would replace it with his hard and ready cock. That's what Tom wanted, and though the two of them had never done anything like that before, Tom knew it was what he wanted, and knew, from having played with his own asshole plenty of times, that there would be no problem with Jim being able to fit his sleek hard shaft up into Tom's ass. He shivered with nervous anticipation as he felt Jim's breath on his ass and Jim's hands on his asscheeks pulling them apart. He bent forward a little more so that Jim could see clearly his brown wrinkled asshole, and then he grunted softly and felt his log of shit push further down the channel inside of him, and he also felt a little fart escape him at the same time.
Jim gazed raptly as his brother's asshole as he knelt behind him, holding the asscheeks apart as he peered at the brown hole and watched as it opened slightly and pooted a fart towards him that smelled heavily of shit waiting to be unloaded. "Oh man," Jim murmured as he leaned his head forward and stuck his nose right up against his brother's asshole and sniffed in the odor of his fart. He sniffed in deeply, relishing the smell of his brother's asshole, almost shivering as he took in the odor of shit emanating from it, and then he tentatively put the tip of his wet tongue up to Tom's asshole and licked. Tom jerked a bit and then pushed his ass out further towards Jim, wanting Jim to put his tongue in there deeper, wanting Jim to do whatever he desired back there, because Tom was loving the feeling of Jim's warm breath and his hands on his hips, and he was wanting badly to slide his turd out towards his brother as he had a week earlier. Jim dug his tongue in a bit deeper, trying to pry the brown asshole open in order to do so, and then he felt on the very tip of his tongue a warm solid mass, and he knew that was why the odor of shit was so thick: Tom was ready to unload one, right now, right here.
Tom arched his back a little bit more and jutted his ass out further, grunting as he did so to move things along. He felt it happening, felt the pressure build as his turd slid closer to the entrance and began pushing its way out. He wanted to push that turd all the way out and let Jim catch it again, or allow it to fall with a heavy thump to the floor, and he was hoping Jim would then replace it with something else, his fingers at least, and give his ass a good hard and deep finger-fucking. Jim watched as the brown log slowly emerged, slightly damp-looking and glistening beneath the overhead light, its strong odor wafting up to Jim's nostrils as he gazed at it slowly sliding toward him. Almost four inches of the brown log were now extended outwards, and Jim had his face and nose right up next to it. He took a tentative lick at it, tasting the slightly bitter and earthy flavor of it, like dark heavy clay and not really repellent at all. He noticed that Tom was now stroking his hard cock himself, clearly enjoying his activities and apparently getting ready to explode by the increasing speed of his hand motions. Suddenly the brown turd slipped entirely out of Tom's ass and fell with a thud to the floor, five inches of brown glistening turd lying between Tom's heels as Jim knelt behind him. Tom's asshole remained open for a moment and then slowly closed shut again, leaving a little brown residue around the wrinkled opening. Jim stuck out his tongue and licked at the hole, tasting his brother's remnants of shit, wiping at it with his tongue, cleaning his brother's asshole with his tongue and tasting him, smelling him, wanting him. Jim's cock was a steel rod between his legs, and he knew he had to try to bury it inside Tom. Tom was hoping for the same thing.
Jim stood up and wrapped his hand around his hard cock and pointed the mushroom head at Tom's dark brown asshole, which was now wet with Jim's saliva. Jim pressed the swollen red head of his cock up against the brown wrinkled orifice and pushed slightly. "That feel okay, Bro?" he asked in a shaky voice, and Tom murmured "Go for it, Bro. Let me feel it . . . but nice and easy, okay?" Jim murmured agreement and pushed his hips further forward, watching as the head of his cock suddenly slipped entirely inside his brother's warm receptive asshole. Tom winced slightly and Jim stopped, allowing his brother to get used to the feeling. Tom encouraged him, saying, "That's okay, Bro, it doesn't hurt really at all. Just a little quick is all. I've had other things down there, so I'm not entirely a virgin, if you know what I mean." Jim did, of course, as he had also played with his own asshole with his fingers and other objects plenty of times, and felt sure he could also take a hard cock up his ass if the occasion should ever arise--and he felt it probably would with Tom as the lucky participant. So Jim gradually eased himself further forward, watching as his thick hard cock slowly disappeared up Tom's stretched asshole until he was finally all the way in with his pubic hairs pressed up against Tom's bottom. He paused and the two men both luxuriated in the feeling of the moment, Jim's hard thick cock buried deep inside his brother's receptive bottom.
Jim pulled slowly out until just the head remained inside his brother, and then slowly slipped back inside him again, deeply, then he pulled out and then pushed back in, repeatedly, getting a rhythm going as he watched his wet shaft pistoning in and then out of Tom's ass, its red glistening skin wet and slightly streaked with brown, the odor of shit wafting up to his nose from the heavy brown turd that lay at his feet, the feeling of his jism rising up from his loins, and he knew he was going to explode in moments. "Oh man, Bro, I'm gonna cum! I'm close!" he called out, and Tom cried out, "Give it to me, buddy, let it go inside me!" as he continued himself to stroke his hard cock at the same pace as his brother. Jim felt the tingling rise from his feet and up his legs and thighs and around his stomach and back down the hard driving shaft of his cock as he slid one last time deeply into his brother's hot tight ass and shot a load of sperm into him one jet after another, four, five shots as he pounded deeply into Tom's ass, then pulled slightly out and then slid back in again, his wet cock sliding even more easily in and out now with the wetness of his sperm. At the same time Tom moaned and shot his own load, his hand jerking his cock and sending ropes of white jism out in front of him as he felt the thickness of Jim's cock inside his ass sliding in and staying deep inside him.
The two men stood there for a few moments, gasping and breathing heavily. Jim's cock slowly grew smaller and he pulled it out of Tom's ass, looking down at its wetness and the brown streaks of shit that rose up its shaft. Jim stood up and clenched his buttcheeks together and he had a smile on his face. "Whoa, Jim, that was something else!" Tom said. Jim grinned back and agreed, "Man, intense! God, I loved doing that, Bro!" Tom turned and patted his brother on the shoulder, saying, "I did too. You wouldn't believe really how good that felt. I tell ya, it felt damn good feeling you up inside me like that, I can't explain it." Jim laughed and said, "I can tell from the look on your face, Bro, and even better by the amount of spooge you just shot out!" They both peered down and saw a huge puddle of Tom's sperm on the floor, only a couple feet from the brown turd that still lay there beside their feet.
Both men picked up a workout towel and cleaned themselves up a bit, and over the next half-hour cleaned up the floor--with toilet paper and then a wash cloth--and put their workout shorts back on. They continued their aborted workout, although with an altogether different sense of mission. Jim was thinking about how good it felt to fuck his brother as he had, and thinking that next time he might give Tom the opportunity to return the favor, since it seemed to satisfy him immensely to feel Jim's cock shooting up his ass. Tom was hoping for the same thing, of course. So before the day was done they made plans to get together again the following weekend, to see where this was all going. All they could say for now was that their workouts together sure were more enjoyable now than ever before. Who knew?
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