Scat du Jour - Part 1 (M/M, M/M/M, interr, oral, anal, ws, scat)
by Coproman

Of all the adventures my former partner and I had over the years,
the one with the waiter from our favorite restaurant was without
a doubt the weirdest and, at least for me, one of the most
satisfying.  I say "at least for me" because I was never quite
sure how much my partner truly embraced certain aspects of the
kinky sex that I introduced him to.  But I think just knowing how
much it turned ME on caused him to warm up to it and, eventually,
accept as part of our sexual repertoire, even though he was the
top to my bottom.

My partner, by the way, was Javon, a light-skinned 6'3" gym rat,
and the African-American equivalent of a Greek god.  Muscular,
but not heavily so, his abs, pecs, and biceps seemed to call to
me, and in my case, to coin a familiar phrase, "resistance was
futile."  I especially liked to visit him at the gym and watch
him work out, a fine sheen of sweat on his skin as his muscles
flexed.  And there was something about his smell that was
intoxicating.  Then there was his cock--all ten beautiful inches
of it, with a huge head and an upward curve that always gave me
such a wonderful feeling of fullness as it made its way inside
me.  To top everything off, Javon was also a "super soaker,"
meaning he ejaculated at least three times the normal load,
which, if things had been different, would have led to his
playing a major role in repopulating the species.  Fortunately
for me, as well as for a bevy of other male bottoms, his primary
sexual interest lay elsewhere, so nearly every one of those
megaloads ended up warming the cockles of some guy's colon.

As for what about me turned him on, I can't really say.  But
being that I'm only 5'6, dark-skinned, slender, and have a
four-and-a-half-inch cock, I figure it had something to do with
his liking contrasts.  Oh, yeah--my ass also might have had
something to do with it.  While my hips are slim, I have an
embarrassingly prominent butt. It sticks out WAY too much, to the
point that I wear loose-fitting clothes to try to hide it.  In
fact, the very first time I met Javon, at a party in Greenwich
Village, he came over to me, patted my butt, and whispered, "I
have something that's just perfect for this."  It was probably
the clumsiest pickup line I'd ever heard, but it worked, because
I ended up leaving with him that night.  And, as it turned out,
he was absolutely right: It WAS perfect :-)!

Being that Javon and I were in our twenties, perpetually horny,
and ready to try anything new (as long as it didn't involve
moving outside of our top/bottom roles), we saw a lot of each
other.  So I'd taken his dick up my ass and down my throat in
every conceivable position and in every conceivable place.  We
even joined the exclusive "Mile-High Club" while on the Red-Eye
from Los Angeles to New York, as I bounced on his lap in the
narrow bathroom until, with a muted growl, he busted his nut in
my bowels while, right outside the door, probably a hundred
passengers slept.

So, almost right away, Javon and I became something of a
"couple," meaning we fucked each other more than we fucked other
people.  And pretty soon the only other people we fucked were the
ones we invited into our bed.  Javon and I would hold off having
sex for a couple of days then go to a bar and scope out some
prospects.  As soon as we hit on someone we agreed on, Javon
would approach him, and of course the guy would say yes.  Only
then would Javon motion towards me and say, "Oh, yeah, by the
way--Is it okay if my little nerdy friend watches us?  He needs
to learn how to be a better bottom."  That would generally
produce a nervous laugh from our prospect, but none of them ever
said no or backed out.

Then we'd go back to our apartment, and while I watched, Javon
would fuck the living shit out of the guy and duly deposit that
two-day megaload deep in the guy's bowels.  Afterwards Javon
would promptly pull out--leaving the guy sprawled face down in
the middle of our bed and panting, as he tried to recover from
the assault--then turn to me, and yell, "Cleanup on Aisle Five!"

Hearing that, I would spring into action, first taking Javon's
dick into my mouth for a quick cleaning, then spreading our
guest's cheeks, sticking my face in his ass, and greedily sucking
huge gobs of slimy seed out of his poop chute, which always
seemed to help him recover faster.  How long this cleanup took
depended mostly on how close or far away the guy was from having
to take a shit, and I could pretty much tell as soon as Javon
pulled out of him. If there was just the essence of ass in the
air, that meant things were pretty clean, and I'd be done in only
a few minutes.  But if a ripe, pungent odor suddenly filled the
room, as if someone had just taken a dump in the middle of the
bed, that meant Javon's dick was probably caked with shit and
that our guest's anal canal was filled with a nasty mix of feces
and fuck sauce, and it would take me half an hour or more to
consume the entire mess.

Already turned on from watching Javon fuck a complete stranger,
cleaning up behind them would just make me hornier, and Javon
would get horny all over again watching me, especially, it
seemed, if things were particularly nasty, and I ended up
scoffing down half of the brown bomb the guy would've dropped
during his next bowel movement.  Usually all of this new
horniness led to a bona fide threesome, as I would end up hopping
on top of our guest for some sloppy seconds, and Javon would
shove his spit-washed dick up my ass for Round Two.  Afterwards,
more than a few times, the stranger, stumbling out of our
apartment, would ask to be invited back.  But callbacks were rare
because Javon usually craved fresh booty to bust.

I'm not certain, but I think Javon's excitement in watching me do
dirty ass-to-mouth and slurp down his shitty semen must have set
something off in my warped brain, because I quickly found myself
descending deeper into Scatland by insisting on licking Javon's
asshole every morning he got up, since I knew that right before
taking a shower, he would take a shit.  He always indulged me for
a few minutes before pulling away from me with an "Okay, gotta go
now," upon which he would hop up and dash into the bathroom.  But
one day I was feeling particularly nasty, and after Javon made
his announcement and tried to pull away, I held on tight to his
hips, keeping him right where he was.

"Seriously, bro, I REALLY gotta go NOW," Javon insisted.  "If you
don't, I might have an accident right in your fuckin' mouth."

"I know."

That's when Javon turned his head and tried to look me in the
eye, probably to see if I'd lost my mind.  I moved my face from
behind him just long enough for our gazes to meet and for him to
see my evil little smile.  He smiled back and shook his head.

"You know you crazy, right?" he said.

"Yeah, I know."

Again he shook his head, but when he turned away from me and got
down in a crouch, putting his ass high and his head low, I knew
that he had given in, that he was going to give me what I wanted.

"If you get sick, don't fuckin' come cryin' to me," Javon added.

So I returned my mouth to his anus, sealing my open lips over it,
and as soon as I did, I felt it contract; half a second later he
farted, his gas taking several seconds to sputter into my mouth.

"Mmmmmmmm!" I responded, holding on even tighter to his hips as I
sucked down the shitty air.

"Yeah, you DEFINITELY crazy!" said Javon.  "Well, get ready,
crazy man, 'cause here it comes."

Again I felt his anus contract, but this time it also swelled and
started stretching open wider and wider.  I only wished I'd been
able to watch it opening up, but the tactile experience of
feeling the process of elimination happening against my lips in
the dim light of the bedroom--along with the psychological rush
of my partner moving his bowels right here on the bed instead of
sitting on the toilet--were enough for my dick to reach almost
maximum hardness.

"Fuck!" Javon exclaimed as his turd pushed into my mouth.  That's
when the panic set in, because I hadn't even considered what my
next move would be, meaning whether to just hold it in my mouth
or actually swallow it.  But Javon snatched that decision right
out of my hands:

"Eat my fuckin' shit, nigga!"

Hearing that, I automatically gulped, sending the semisoft log
sliding straight down my throat.  And I was glad I did, not only
because another meaty turd was already making its way into my
mouth, but also because I knew all along that, deep down, I
wanted to eat Javon's shit as a way of paying homage to every
single part of his magnificent body, even its waste.
Well, Javon didn't hold back one bit.  Turd by turd, he emptied
his bowels, dumping his entire load in my mouth.  The experience
of eating his shit was nothing like I had imagined.  While there
was a lot of smell, there wasn't really much taste.  My struggle
was with the sheer volume of it; I'd never had something this
bulky packing my mouth while I was trying to eat it, and it took
a supreme effort on my part to continuously chew it up and gulp
it down.

At some point I lost all sense of time, which is why it seemed to
take less than a minute and more than an hour for Javon to finish
going.  All I knew was that my head was swimming the entire time,
and after I swallowed the last morsel of his shit, I sat back,
let out a long, loud burp, and sighed in contentment.  Javon
turned around and just stared at me for several long silent
seconds before speaking.

"Damn, bro!  That was SUPER-gross!  What the fuck made you wanna
do some nasty shit like that, anyway?"

"I don't know," I said, licking my lips while enjoying the
heaviness in my stomach.  "I guess I just wanted to experience
you in a different way, a special way.  So...did you like it?"

Instead of answering me, he spun me around, roughly positioned me
on my hands and knees, pushed my face into the pillow, and rammed
his super-hard dick right up my ass.  He  proceeded to power-fuck
me for five intense minutes--taking my breath away!--before
blasting his baby-makers in my bowels.  Afterwards he leaned over
and, putting his lips right beside my ear, asked, "Does that
answer your fuckin' question, bitch?"

So we added that little perversion to our repertoire of sex acts,
which prompted us to invest in a rim seat, which offered us an
option other than the bed or the bathroom.  Only after scores of
feedings did Jason finally confess that he hadn't been as
thrilled about doing it that first time as he'd let on.  Yeah,
he'd gotten a hard-on, "but that happens every time I take a
dump," he said, "'cause I like the way it feels comin' out.  But
when I told you to eat it and you DID, I thought it was
disgusting and that you were nothing more than a filthy,
perverted little faggot."

"So why'd you keep doing it?" I asked.

He smiled.  "Well, first of all, I knew how much YOU liked it,
and second, I have to admit it's a turn-on feeding my shit to a
filthy, perverted little faggot!"

I laughed.  We both knew how much the name-calling turned me on,
and since he'd thought enough to grace me with a nasty new one, I
knew this was his way of thanking me for  introducing him to a
nasty new way of getting his rocks off.

Naturally all of this led to our decision to invite someone over
for a scat session.  Of course, we had to be careful.  As eager
as we were to play our nasty game with a third party, finding the
right person would take a little more than just scoping out sex
prospects at a local bar.  For this we needed to get a "feel" for
someone by knowing him over a period of time before approaching
him with something so kinky.  But neither of us could think of
anyone we already knew, so that feeling out process would be even
more important, and we would have to be even more careful who we
chose.  Oddly enough it would turn out to be someone who'd been
right under our noses the whole time.

From the first day Javon and I walked into Johnny & Frankie's
restaurant, we fell in love with Aiden, our waiter.  Blond and
blue-eyed, he was tall (about 5'10) and a tad skinny but was the
only one of the white boys on staff whose ass actually filled out
the seat of his trousers, so he amounted to almost a white
version of me.  He also happened to be VERY good looking, and
along with those good looks he was a dynamite waiter, so we
always tipped him well for his efforts, which led to his treating
us even nicer whenever we dropped by.

However, as attracted as both of us obviously were to Aiden, we'd
never seriously considered inviting him home to join us in bed. 
Sure, we'd joked about it.  (In fact, we'd already decided that
what made him such a good waiter was that he was a
bred-in-the-bone bottom who wanted very much to please people.) 
But we had this unwritten rule about eating and shitting in the
same place.  Besides that, we assumed, being that he was so cute,
that Aiden was already spoken for, or that he might not really be
as turned on by us as we were by him and was simply indulging us
to garner big tips.  So even though we regularly engaged in
sexual banter with Aiden, it never went any further than
that...until that one fateful day.

I guess Javon and I had had a few too many pre- and post-dinner
glasses of wine, because soon we were very loose with our tongues
as well as our inhibitions.  It was then, as I kept stealing
glances at Aiden while thinking about the kinkier things Javon
and I had done, that I leaned over and whispered to Javon that I
believed I'd found our scat third, and that I was going to
approach him.  Well, when Javon realized I was talking about
Aiden, his jaw dropped, but after that he just grinned and said
he would love to have him as our guest.  So I took a deep breath
and signaled Aiden to come over to our table.

"What's up, guys?"

"Aiden, you're a great waiter, and this place has some great
food, but we were wondering how good you are at serving up
something a little different."

"Like what?" he asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Well, sometimes, after we leave here, Javon serves me a very
special...uhh...chocolate dessert that you kinda have to develop
a taste for, but once you do, it can be addictive."

"Really?" Aiden asked, his eyes opening wide as he apparently
caught my drift right away. "So...what are you asking?"

After glancing at Javon, I turned back to Aiden and said, "Well,
we were wondering if you'd be interested in joining us and trying
Javon's dessert...and maybe try serving up some of your own...for
me."

Aiden didn't respond right away.  He just looked at me, then at
Javon, as if trying to figure out if our invitation was on the
level or some kind of prank.  But within seconds, we saw his thin
lips curl up into an evil little smile, and he looked like he was
just short of drooling.

"Well, guys, I'm not 100% sure what you're asking, but if it's
what I think it is, all I can say is I'm flattered you want me to
join you.  But it's pretty extreme, so I'll have to think about
it.  Is that okay?"

"Sure," I said.  "No pressure.  Whatever you decide, just text us
at this number," I added, showing him my phone.  "And by the way,
Aiden, this has nothing to do with us coming here.  If you decide
not to do it, we'll still be loyal customers."

He smiled.  "Thanks.  That's good to know.  I promise to be in
touch soon."

We paid our bill, left another healthy tip, and took off.  But as
we walked home and I slowly sobered up, I began to have second
thoughts about having approached Aiden.  Not that I didn't still
want us to get together, but Javon pointed out to me how "big
butt white boy," as he referred to Aiden, now knew something
about us that might simply be too juicy to keep to himself, and
that we shouldn't be surprised if we were subjected to stares and
snickers from the other waiters the next time we went back there.

This hadn't even occurred to me!  Since I didn't really know
anything about Aiden, it was very possible that Javon was right.
Maybe he was a gossip or, even worse, a social media addict, who
couldn't wait to go on Facebook and tell the whole world what a
couple of perverted black patrons at his restaurant wanted him to
do.  Now I not only regretted inviting Aiden to join us; I was
also scared shitless that everyone outside of my primary
relationship--including family, friends, and co-workers--might
all soon know that I liked to eat my partner's shit!

Of course this ruined the rest of the evening.  I'd been feeling
so warm and mellow before Javon pointed that out.  Now I probably
wouldn't get a wink of sleep, and I'd be nervous every time my
phone rang or I got a text notification.  So I lay down and just
stared at the ceiling, my heart beating double-time.  A part of
me wanted to call the restaurant and tell Aiden to forget
everything I'd said, that I was just joking.  But I knew that the
genie was already out of the bottle.  Still, I told myself, maybe
it would help.  But as soon as I reached for my phone, right
around midnight, I got a text.  I dreaded opening it, but I
couldn't avoid it, so reluctantly, I did.

When I read it, the warm, mellow feeling quickly returned,
accompanied by excitement.  It was Aiden, and he had agreed to
join us!!  He was always a little hyped up after his shift, and
he couldn't think of a better way to wind down than by taking us
up on our offer, which had him horny as hell.  So, since he had
already gotten a coworker to fill in for him the next day
(Saturday), he was wondering if it was okay to come by later
tonight.

I don't think my thumbs ever flew over any keypad faster in
replying to a text.  I also took a minute to clarify what
tonight's "fare" would consist of, and when Aiden confirmed that
he understood, I turned off my phone, raised my arms in the air
in triumph, and announced to Javon that all of his negative
speculation about our favorite waiter had been dead wrong.

"Well, I still won't believe it till he actually shows up," Javon
grumbled.  "So what time's  he gonna be here, anyway?"

"Well, his shift ends at 1:00 o'clock, when the restaurant
closes," I said, "so he'll probably be here at around 2:00, which
means we'll have plenty of time to fool around before you have
to...you know...go."

Javon smiled.  "Good.  'Cause there's a few things I wanna do
with that big butt white boy before I feed him my nigga nuggets."

Hearing him say that, I should have felt at least a twinge of
jealousy; instead his words did nothing but make my hard-on
harder, and I actually looked forward to watching Javon make
Aiden his Bitch of the Day.

Naturally, those two hours were just about the longest I ever had
to live through.  The time just seemed to drag, second by
interminable second, from midnight to two.  Taking off our
clothes, Javon and I spent most of that time "edging" over and
over again--in other words, masturbating until we were right on
the verge of cumming then backing off--because we knew this would
help to build up our sperm reserves and heighten our experience
with Aiden.

Finally, at almost 2:00 AM on the nose, our intercom rang.  When
I asked who it was, all Aiden said was "Guess who!" and I eagerly
buzzed him in.  In no time he was up the stairs and ringing the
doorbell.  When I opened the door, he pranced right inside,
opening his eyes wide and licking his lips when he saw that we
were both nude.

"Oooo!  Hi, guys!  Well, it looks like the two of you are ready
to party!  And guess what?  So am I!"

He looked different.  Mainly, I think, because he was high.  I
couldn't say on what, but his exaggerated reactions made it clear
that his inhibitions were already out the window.  But that
wasn't all.  He was also dressed differently.  Instead of the
long-sleeved white shirt, dark slacks and polished shoes we were
used to seeing him in, he was wearing a black tee shirt, blue
jeans, and a pair of Converse All Star High Tops, all of which
made him look like he was still in high school.

"So how do we get started?" Aiden asked.

"By you comin' over here and suckin' my dick, that's how," said
Javon, and he stood up with his hands on his hips and his curved
dick pointing at the ceiling.

"Oh, my god!" Aiden gasped, staring at Javon's equipment, and he
skipped over, dropped to his knees, grabbed the base of Javon's
cock, and began sucking.

I watched mesmerized as Aiden's head went up and down, up and
down, a tiny grunt coming out of him every time he swallowed
Javon's shaft.  I interrupted him long enough to pull off his tee
shirt, and I was struck by just how pale his torso was.  Aiden
went right back to sucking Javon's cock, this time straight up,
without holding on to it.  That's when Javon grabbed the back of
the boy's blond head and began to mouth-fuck him, bucking his
hips, violently driving all ten inches down his throat as if he
were fucking his ass, while Aiden gurgled and grunted and made
all kinds of other scary guttural noises.  I was afraid that
Javon would go overboard and accidentally cause Aiden to vomit
or, even worse, shoot his load down Aiden's throat.  But just as
my horny partner was on the verge of cumming, he snatched his
dick out of the white boy's mouth, pulling out several strands of
spit with it as Aiden coughed.

"Now get them pants off, bitch, so I can fuck that white bubble
butt!" said Javon.

Hearing this command was a major turn-on for me, and it
apparently had the same effect on Aiden, who nearly tripped over
himself unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants and underwear
down, releasing his pink hard-on and revealing his sizable white
ass.  He didn't even bother to finish taking his clothes off; he
just left his jeans and undies bunched up around his sneakers,
waddled over to our bed, and flopped face-down on it.

"Damn!" said Javon, feeling Aiden up front and back.  "That dick
ain't sayin' much, but you got a REAL nice ass for a white boy. 
There must be a fuckin' nigga hidin' in your family tree."

Aiden giggled like a schoolgirl at the remark.

Then Javon turned to me.

"Ain't that a nice ass?"

"It is," I said, smiling and nodding.

"Don't you think that nice ass could use some lube?"

Nodding again, I instantly got to work, first taking off the rest
of Aiden's clothes then  dropping to my knees behind him,
grabbing his buns, and spreading his asshole open. After
thoroughly sniffing its shitty aroma, I dove right in.

"Shit!" the white boy moaned, flinching as I wormed my tongue
around in his anus, sampling the flavor of his shit while, at the
same time, forcing as much saliva as I could inside his hole.  It
opened up easily, which told me that Aiden was no stranger to
having it probed.  I wondered, though, if he'd ever taken a dick
as formidable as Javon's.

"Okay.  Good enough," said Javon.

Nudging me out of the way, he mounted the cute blond.  Putting
his legs on the outside of those of the boy and forcing his pale
thighs together, Javon leaned in, pressed the fat head of his
spit-soaked cock against Aiden's spit-soaked anus, and pushed.

"AAnngghh!!" Aiden yelped, screwing up his face and clawing the
sheets so hard that his knuckles turned white.  "God, it's so
fucking BIG!!"

"Not too big for that big white bubble butt, though, right?"
Javon asked him.

"Uh-huh," Aiden conceded, not really sounding convinced.

But Javon obviously took Aiden's answer as permission to keep
going, and keep going he did, slowly pushing his pole inside him
until his big brown balls were pressed between the boy's big
white ass cheeks, completely connecting top to bottom.  Of course
I was totally turned on watching the joining, jacking away at my
dick the whole time.  I had to be careful, though, because I
didn't want to blow my wad prematurely; so I stopped, crouched
down, and just stared at them, hypnotized by Javon's winking
asshole as he lay motionless on top of Aiden.  After about thirty
seconds, he turned his head and looked at me.

"Hey, bro, ain't you forgettin' something?"

"What do you--??  Oh, yeah!  Sorry about that."

Approaching the bed, I leaned over, spread Javon's muscular ass
cheeks apart, and attacked his anus with the same fury with which
I'd attacked Aiden's, only I wasn't preparing it to take a dick.
Once Javon was nice and wet back there, I stuck my middle finger
in my mouth, got it nice and wet too, and pushed it into Javon's
asshole, making him moan.  Once it was all the way in, I wiggled
it around and finger-fucked him for a while before slowly
withdrawing it.  It came out covered with light-brown shit,
especially on the tip and under my fingernail.  I sniffed it then
passed it under Aiden's nose.  He too gave it a sniff, frowning
at the pungent odor.

"Stick it in his fuckin' mouth," said Javon.

I did, and Aiden, true to his bottomness, willingly took it, even
pursing his lips to get a tighter grip on it as I thrust it in
and out of his mouth, giving him both a taste of what he would
soon be fed in a much larger quantity as well as a preview of
what was very shortly going to be done to his ass.  When I
finally withdrew it, the coating of shit was gone, a coating of
spit in its place.  It still had a faint odor to it, though, so I
stuck it back in my own mouth for good measure before wiping it
off in Aiden's silky blond hair.

"Okay, that's enough foreplay," Javon announced.  "You ready to
get fucked, white boy?"

"Yes, sir," Aiden answered.

Without another word, Javon lifted his hips and slowly began to
pull his dick out of Aiden's asshole.  Apparently the combination
of my and Aiden's spit was enough lubrication to allow for an
easy exit, as Javon's entire shaft slid out of Aiden's stretched
hold without a hitch.
It was accompanied by streaks of shit and a strong smell.  I put
my face right next to Javon's emerging pole and sniffed its odor,
which for me was like a fine bouquet.  When only the knob was
left inside, Javon turned his head to look at me.

"You like smellin' that white-boy shit, don't you?"

"Mmm-hmm," I responded.

"So go ahead and taste it," he said.

Leaning in further, I stuck out my trembling tongue and gently
ran it up and down the entire length of Javon's shaft, focusing
on the point of penetration, trying to wedge my tongue in between
Javon's dick and Aiden asshole.  But they were so tightly
connected that I couldn't manage it, so without asking, I grasped
Javon's shit-smeared shaft, gave it a tug, pulling the head free
of Aiden's asshole, and stuck it straight in my mouth.  I
expected Javon to be pissed off; instead he just laughed.

"Damn, bro!  You mad anxious to get some chocolate outta that
vanilla ass, ain't you?"

"Mmm-hmm," I responded again, slobbering all over his shitty knob
then, when I was done,  slurping the shit out of Aiden's asshole.

"Well, you gonna have to wait till we finished, so put it back."

I carefully re-inserted Javon's cock into Aiden's asshole then
quickly took my ringside seat behind them, so I could watch Javon
push the entire length back into the boy's anus.  After he did,
he whispered something in Aiden's ear and, two seconds later,
began to fuck him silly, driving his pale body into the mattress
with every thrust.

"Oh, my god!" Aiden gasped.  Now he was not only back to clawing
the sheets, but his knees were bent as well and, being that he
was face-down, both of his feet were up in the air, with his
pants and underwear still bunched up around his ankles!  "Fuck
me!  Fuck the SHIT out of my big white ass!"

I couldn't help smiling, because that was literally what Javon
was doing, and you could smell the evidence of it, as the
pistoning of cock-into-rectum created friction, which heated up
the contents of the white boy's bowels, stinking up the room and
firing up my libido.  I knew that both Javon and Aiden could
smell it too, and I wondered if it was having the same effect on
them.

"Damn, white boy, you got some tight shit!" said Javon, who
continued to pound Aiden so hard I thought the bed would come
crashing down.  "It's about time you got some nigga dick to open
that shit up!"

"I know!  You're right!  I need it!" Aiden panted between
breaths.

I just watched, listened, and masturbated, getting hornier by the
second.  But this was only the first of what was to be a series
of pervy acts, and I didn't want to shoot my load too soon, so I
held back, giving my dick only occasional maintenance strokes. 
On the other hand,
seeing the way my partner and our waiter were going at it, I was
sure that neither one of them could hold out much longer.

I was right.  Javon came first, grunting like a bull as he
slammed one last time into Aiden's ass and began to shiver.

"FUCK!  I'm cummin'!  Take that nigga cum right up your white
fuckin' ass, bitch!"

I knew from experience that Javon's ten-incher was now shooting a
megaload of semen deep in Aiden's asshole, possibly more than
he'd ever had deposited inside him before, and Aiden seemed to
enjoy every moment of the experience, as he mewled and chirped
and squirmed on the sweaty sheets underneath him.  Then I heard
him gasp.  Springing forward, I shoved my hand under him just in
time to catch his cum.  The warmth and slime of it made me feel
like I had dipped my hand in the primordial ooze, and I swore I
could feel the life force of those hundreds of millions of sperm
as they swam around inside the tiny puddle in my palm.

When everything calmed down, I urged Aiden to lift up a little
and slowly slid my hand from under him.  Giving his semen a
cursory inspection and a quick sniff, I slurped it up, licking
both my palm and my lips afterwards to make sure I'd gotten it
all.  I looked up to see both Javon and Aiden smiling at me.

"So how'd his shit taste?" asked Javon.  "Good?"

"Good enough to knock up a couple of bitches," I remarked.

Aiden rolled his eyes.  "Yeah, like I'd even know what to do if
my dick ever came face to face with a pussy!"

Javon and I laughed at that, but not for too long, because we
both knew that it was time to get down to some serious business,
as Javon slowly raised his hips, carefully pulling his
now-semihard cock out of Aiden's asshole.  Several very long
seconds later, it exited with a familar sound, sort of like a
stopper being pulled out of a bathtub drain, upon which Javon sat
back, cupped his hand beside his mouth, and yelled, "Cleanup on
Aisle Five!"

It was my cue, and I went right to work.  Usually I like to catch
Javon's cum as the first of it is making its way out of a freshly
fucked asshole, but he had shot so much in Aiden that by the time
I got to it, it was already drooling down his perineum and was
collecting on his nuts.  So I swooped in with my tongue and began
to lap it up, carefully cleaning the blond's pink balls and
working my way up to his anus, which I sealed my lips over, so I
could suck out every drop of Javon's warm baby batter.

"Yeah, lick my fuckin' shit outta that big white ass!" Javon
urged me, slapping me on my ass to accent his words.  "I don't
want that bitch gettin' pregnant on me!"

Snickering, I closed my eyes, got a good grip on Aiden's ass
cheeks, and spread his distended shithole open even wider, so I
could stuff my tongue deeper inside him.  But it would go only so
far, and I knew why.  Before I could say anything, though, Aiden
beat me to the punch:

"Baby, I have that snack you asked for, but I don't think I'm
gonna be able to wait to give it to you."

I figured as much.  Javon had ravaged his ass so thoroughly with
that power-fuck and super-ejaculation that it was as if he'd
given him a fucking sperm enema!

"Can you make it to the rim seat?" I asked.

"I'm not sure."

"Just hold it a little longer, white boy," said Javon.  "I'll get
you there."

With consummate ease, Javon lifted Aiden up as if he were a
child, carried him over to the rim seat, and gently sat him down
on it.  I shimmied underneath the rim seat, turned on the light
we'd clamped to it, and lined up my mouth with Aiden's straining
sphincter.  Javon grabbed his smart phone and stretched out on
his belly right next to us.

"Okay, any time you two faggots are ready," he said.

"I'm good," I said.  "You can give me my snack now."

As I stared up at Aiden's illuminated ass, I marveled at its
beauty.  With the exception of some redness, where Javon's crotch
had banged against it (and, if course, around the anus), it was
pale, smooth, and hairless. I could easily have been staring up
at the ass of a 10-year-old boy.  The only evidence that it was
anything other than a virgin ass was the slight elongation of
Aiden's pucker, a telltale sign that so many cocks had taken the
scenic route up his hershey highway that nature had been forced
to widen the lane.  Indeed, even as it opened up to release my
snack, it was more oval than round.

"I see it comin', bro!" said Javon, and out of the corner of my
eye I could see him grinning and aiming his smart phone at me. 
"Open wide!"

I did, and I was rewarded when a wet cum-infused turd pushed out
of Aiden asshole and plopped into my mouth.  It was light brown
and about four inches long.

"Damn!" Javon responded as he recorded the perverse act.  "That's
MAD nasty!"

I kept my mouth open, waiting to see if any more was coming, but
Aiden's asshole only kissed at me after that, upon which he said,
"That's it.  Just a snack.  Like you wanted."
I proceeded to chow down on what he'd fed me.  I also tried to
make the process both look and sound as disgusting as possible by
keeping my mouth open and chewing noisily while staring straight
into the lens of Javon's smart phone.  When Aiden's turd had been
reduced to mush, I finally closed my mouth and swallowed. 
Afterwards, of course, I opened my mouth wide again, so whoever
happened to watch this filthy film would have no doubt that had
eaten Aiden's shit, as they would see my empty mouth and the
brown residue on my tongue.

By now, to use Javon's words, I was "mad horny," so horny that I
didn't even take the time to give Aiden's asshole a finishing
tongue bath.  I just shimmied from underneath him, helped him off
the rim seat, urged him to lie down on the bed, hopped on top of
him, and jammed all four and a half inches of my super-hard cock
up his ass, which caused him to moan.

"Yeah, bro!  Fuck that shitty white ass!" said Javon, slapping me
on my ass again as he continued to record us.  "You really like
them sloppy seconds, don't you?"

"Yeah," I agreed as I humped Aiden's hiney like a maniac.  But it
was hard to figure out WHY I liked them so much.  Being that
whoever-it-was had already taken Javon's much bigger dick up the
ass, it was always loosey-goosey back there, so I always wondered
how much the fuckee really got out of my follow-up fuck.  It was
also mucky--spit, sperm and shit all churning and squelching
together in a frothy mixture as noisy as it was nasty, with
smelly, bubbly farts spurting out with every stroke.  But I had
gotten so used to having this kind of second-hand sex that it had
become my norm, and it was hard to imagine it any other way.

It was also hard to imagine Javon not joining the party at some
point, and sure enough, about three minutes into my fucking
Aiden, I heard the familiar sound of Javon placing his phone on
the nightstand followed by the familiar feeling of his hastily
lubed middle finger probing my asshole and, seconds after that,
his dick nosing its way in.

"Fuck!" I heard myself cry out as the head of Javon's cock pushed
through my anal sphincter.  As usual, the intrusion made me tense
up but never made me lose my erection, even after Javon forced
his full length inside me.  More than even climaxing, I was
probably at my most satisfied sexually the moment Javon hit
bottom.  With my dick balls-deep in Aiden's ass and Javon's
balls-deep in mine, I was Malcolm in the Middle, the dark meat in
a fuck sandwich, the fucker and the fuckee at the same fucking
time--and it was exhilarating!  Feeling this way, my biggest
problem has always been trying not to cum prematurely. 
Fortunately Javon knew this and kept as still as possible, though
he couldn't stop his dick from twitching like crazy inside me. 
Almost two minutes later Javon, knowing exactly what I was going
through, put his mouth beside my ear.

"You calmed down yet?" he asked.

"Yeah, I think so," I replied.

Right away he began to withdraw his king-sized cock from its
favorite cocoon.  When all but the head was out, that was my cue
to start pulling my half-measure prick out of Aiden's shitter;
then Javon pushed back inside me and I pushed back inside Aiden.
We had done this so many times before that we quickly established
our fuck routine, which varied from Javon and me fucking at the
same time, to him fucking me while my dick lay planted in Aiden's
ass, to me fucking Aiden while Javon's ten-incher was planted in
mine, to me alone moving back and forth, alternately fucking
Aiden's ass and impaling myself on Javon's cock.

Being that I had yet to cum, I was the first to blow my wad,
slamming one last time into Aiden and gasping as I clung to his
sweaty white back.

"Shit!  I'm cumming!" I growled.

"Yeah!" said Javon.  "Breed that big white ass, you little
shit-eating faggot!"

Javon started fucking me like a jack rabbit, thrusting his tool
up my ass faster and faster, knowing that, along with his harsh
words, it would heighten my orgasm.  It did.  I ended up spurting
a healthy load of semen deep in Aiden's shithole.  Next it was
Aiden's turn.  Once again mewling and squirming like a cat in
heat, he busted his nut on the bedsheets while his anal sphincter
involuntarily contracted, milking the last drops of sperm out of
my wilting cock.  Finally it was time for Javon to climax.  After
riding my rump a while longer, he again grunted like a bull,
grabbed a handful of my hair, snatched my head back, and shoved
his dick all the way up my ass.

"FUCK!  I'm cummin'!  Take it, nigga boy!  Take my load right up
that black faggot ass!"

Now you're probably thinking that, having already filled Aiden's
bowels with enough ball juice to thoroughly saturate his shit,
Javon wouldn't have any left for me.  But that's where you'd be
wrong because, as I said before, Javon was a first-class
super-stud whose gonads simply don't respond the same way as
those of normal human males, so you shouldn't be surprised that I
was able to feel not only his cock throbbing away in my rectum
but also a fresh supply of semen surging into my shitter.

Afterwards we all just lay there in a heap, sweating and taking
long, deep breaths as we tried to recover.  The air was heavy
with the odor of sex and shit, but it wasn't unpleasant, just a
fragrant reminder of the evening's filthy festivities.  Being
that we had gone at it for a good part of the night, dawn was
breaking, and it was Saturday, it would've been very easy for us
to fall asleep in that position, but after only a few minutes, I
felt Javon lifting off me, the head of his cock exiting my anus
with audible "pop."

"Well, bro, it's about that time," he announced.

"You mean--"

"Yeah, I gotta take a serious dump.  So you still down for bein'
my toilet, white boy?"

"No, not really," Aiden replied, catching both of us completely
off guard; but then he said, "But I AM down for being your white
shit-eating faggot!"

Javon laughed.  "Even better!  Now go on and get up under that
rim seat, so I can feed your white faggot ass!"

That was also my cue to detach myself from Aiden, so I quickly
lifted up and pulled out of him.  (Unlike Javon's, my dick didn't
make a sound as it left the blond's asshole, but I was pleased to
see my cum drooling out of it before he could even make it off
the bed, just like Javon's cum was drooling out of mine.)  It
took only about two seconds for Aiden to lie on the floor and
scootch up until his head was under the opening in the rim seat.

Smiling down at Aiden, Javon turned around and sat down on the
rim seat.  Right away Aiden made some last-minute adjustments to
make sure his mouth was on target to receive Javon nasty
offering.

"Grab your phone, bro," said Javon.

I did, and just like Javon had done, I lay on the floor on my
stomach, hoping to get a clear up-close-and-personal recording of
the perverse act.  It was hard to hold the phone steady because
my whole body was trembling in anticipation.  After all, it's not
every day that you get to see a cute blond white boy get shitted
in the mouth by a handsome black guy.  But I took a deep breath,
tried to keep my cool, and hoped that the recording wouldn't be
too jerky.

I have to admit, for someone who'd supposedly never eaten shit
before, Aiden's eagerness impressed me.  He lay there with his
mouth wide open and his tongue trembling in obvious anticipation.
 But did he really know what he was in for?

"You ready for it, white boy?" asked Javon.

"Uh-huh," Aiden responded, giving a quick nod.

We both focused on Javon's anus, watching anxiously as it kissed
at us several times then blossomed wide open, allowing the main
attraction to make its appearance.  I kept thinking how Aiden was
being served the leftovers of the very same meal he'd served
Javon just hours before at the restaurant (!), and knowing this
just made me all the hornier as Javon's turd slowly emerged from
his bowels in all its smelly light-brown glory.

At first I heard myself utter a breathy "Wow!" as I marveled at
the size of my friend's defecation; then I heard myself say
"Shit!" as the turd dropped with a soft splat into Aiden's mouth.


"Eat it, you white shit-eatin' faggot!"

Again Javon's words had the same effect on Aiden that they did on
me, as the blond went after Javon's shit like a starving man,
chewing up and swallowing the massive log in huge gulps.  He even
turned his head towards the phone periodically, so I could get a
better shot of him chowing down on Javon's "nigga nuggets." It
looked absolutely disgusting and sounded even worse!  Yeah, I
know.  But you've got to remember that this was my first time
watching someone ELSE eat shit, so only now did I fully
understand why Javon was so turned off watching me do it that
first time.  But as Aiden swallowed again then turned his head
back to catch the next turd making its way out of Javon's
asshole--actually lifting his head to shorten the gap between his
mouth and Javon's anus--I instantly got turned on again, not only
from what I was witnessing but from the creative idea my sick
brain suddenly cooked up.

"Fuck!" Javon suddenly yelled.  "This shit is making me so
fuckin' hot I'm ready to fuckin' nutt again!  Get over here and
take it, nigga boy!"

Knowing that it was impossible to record both events with just
the one phone, I passed my phone to Aiden, so he could finish
recording his own shit eating, while I grabbed Javon's phone to
record myself swallowing Javon's cum.  By that time I was so
horny that I was shaking again and was even more afraid that I
wouldn't be able to hold the phone steady as I crawled over and
positioned my head as close as possible to where Javon was
jacking his dick, trying not to interfere with Aiden's feasting.

"Now open that mouth nice and wide!"

I did, making sure to aim the phone so that my mouth and his cock
were clearly in the frame.

It turned out to be really good that we had the two phones going
simultaneously because the moment Javon ejaculated, he also shit
out his last turd, so Aiden and I both got our mouths filled at
the exact same time--a perfect "blumpkin"!--and I was able to
display my mouthful of cum, swallow it, then open my mouth again
to show that what had been simmering in Javon's balls was now in
my stomach.  And we were also able to see the look of intensity
on Aiden's face as he wolfed down Javon's final semisoft log and
his subsequent expression of total satisfaction as he turned
toward the phone, opened his mouth, and stuck out his
brown-coated tongue, showing how everything that had been in
Javon's bowels was now in his stomach (which, by the way, was
pooched out so much that Aiden looked like he was several months
pregnant).

"GodDAMN!" Javon roared.  "That was one fuckin' good freak show
you two faggots put on!"

For us that was high praise.  Javon was, after all, the king on
his throne, and Aiden and I were merely his lowly subjects,
bowing down before him as human toilet and cum dump.  To finish
up the night's nasty activities, Javon emptied his full bladder
mostly in my mouth (since there was more room in my stomach) then
finished up in Aiden's.  Of course both of us guzzled down his
precious piss and burped out long, loud burps afterwards.

Afterwards, the three of us lay in a heap on the floor, relaxing
and recovering, the combined odor of sex and shit heavy in the
air.  Normally, the next step would have been for Javon and me to
help Aiden clean up, get him dressed, and send him on his way
with his stomach full of Javon's piss and shit and his head full
of nasty memories.  But the idea of the cute over-stuffed blond
leaving that way bothered me, so I decided to pursue my creative
idea.

"So, Aiden," I said, "when do you usually...?"

"Go?" he asked.

"Yeah.  I'm just curious how long it'll take you to push out
Javon's load."

"Well, usually, I go late in the morning, right before I leave
for work.  Why?"

"...ummm, I was thinking that maybe, if you could stick around--"

"Don't tell me," Javon said, cutting me off.  "You wanna watch
him dump my nigga nuggets."

"Something like that," I said, "but he won't be dumping just
yours."

"Oh, I think I know," said Aiden.  "You want to see how much I
dump altogether...and if you can tell the difference between his
shit and mine."

"Yeah, I DO want to see that, but that's not ALL I want," I said,
smiling a sinister smile.

At first there was just silence, Javon and Aiden glancing at each
other then looking back at me with blank expressions.  Then, all
of a sudden, Javon's eyes stretched wide open and his mouth
dropped, as if he'd just read my mind.

"Holy shit!!" he said.  "Don't tell me you wanna fuckin' EAT it!"

I kept smiling, but Javon was now shaking his head.  "There's no
fuckin' way you can eat all that!  No fuckin' way!  If you even
try, you'll end up barfin' your fuckin' brains out!"

"I have to agree, Babe," said Aiden.  "I mean, I have no problem
sticking around till I'm ready to go, but it might be better if
you just watch."

I was at a crossroads: I could either go with my original plan or
settle for what Javon and Aiden were suggesting.  Had this
involved anything else, I probably would have given in and gone
along with my partner and our guest.  But my fetish ego was being
challenged, an ego as big and bloated as Javon's hard-on, and
before I could stop it, I heard myself say something I couldn't
believe I was saying:

"Well, guess what, guys--not only will I eat it, I'll it ALL of
it without throwing up, and if I don't finish it or can't hold it
down, I'll never eat ANY shit again."

My statement was met by another round of silence from both Javon
and Aiden, who again glanced at each other before looking back at
me.

"Umm, you sure about that, bro?" Javon finally asked me.  "'Cause
I know how much you like--"

"I'm positive," I said, this time cutting him off; I then turned
to Aiden and, smiling my biggest smile, asked, "So are you ready
to feed me a nice big breakfast tomorrow, my friend?"

Aiden smiled back and shrugged.  "Sure, Babe, if that's what you
want."

So instead of seeing Aiden out, Javon and I saw him to the guest
room.

"Whenever you're ready to go, just let us know," I said.  "Even
if you have to wake us up."

"Okay, Babe, will do," said Aiden; then he lay down and, in a
flash, was fast asleep.

As we stared down at Aiden's pale, somewhat pot-bellied figure,
Javon whispered, "So, bro, you STILL plannin' on keepin' that
promise?  'Cause big butt white boy looks pretty fuckin'
stuffed."

"...yeah," I said. "I'm still gonna do it."

Javon smiled.  "You SURE?"

"I'm positive."

But Javon just kept looking at me and smiling.  "Yeah.  That's
what I thought."

He could see right through my facade of confidence.  To be
honest, even though I WANTED to do what I'd said, I had no idea
if I COULD.  As kids we used to say, "Don't let your mouth get
your ass in trouble."  Well, that was what my fetish ego had
probably done.  But after making such a grand pronouncement and
following it up with "I'm positive" TWICE, there was no easy way
to back out of doing it without looking and feeling like a
complete pussy.  So I was putting all of my future scat sessions
on the line in the possibly misguided notion that I could do what
I'd said without either throwing up or crying "no mas"...and I
was beginning to think it was the biggest mistake of my life.


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