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. Send comments to: Coproman69@hotmail.com