Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: slick@io.org (Slick)
Subject: Netting a Fisherman (M/M, scat, ws)
Date: 2 Nov 1995 06:15:09 GMT

			 Netting a Fisherman
				  by
			     Will Edwards

	Several years ago during a vacation in Minnesota, we were
fishing in a wilderness area. I was with my family, I was home for the
summer staying with them for a month. Dad and I liked to fish, Mom and
my sister were hiking and enjoying themselves at the lake.

	Around mid-afternoon I happened to see a tall, well built
fisherman in chest high waders walk by where we were sitting. He said
hello and kept going upstream, on a path through the heavy underbrush.

	We were just below a small public campground that bordered the
stream where we'd left our car.

	Curious where this stud might be headed, I told my dad I was
going back to the car for something and took off after the stranger,
letting Dad watch my gear.

	I saw him several yards further on, going towards the parking
lot of the campground. He was headed for the old rundown wooden
crapper that sat towards the rear of the area. A more modern one was
located by the entrance road.

	I knew this stud was going to take a dump as if he had to just
take a piss he'd have done it anywhere. He stopped by an old pickup
truck with a cap, opened the back and tossed his gear inside. He
didn't notice me as I dashed into the crapper hoping to get to the
booth hoping to get to the booth with the glory-hole before he came
in.

	I quickly sat down on the doorless stall and waited. I heard
the crunch of his boots on the path then he came inside the smelly
outhouse.

	He looked at me and smiled. "Beat me, huh? Take your time I
ain't in a rush, I just better take a dump before I head for the road.
Got a long trip."

	He seemed to be stoned or something. I could smell booze on
him as he spoke. He seemed very friendly.

	He was in his mid-forties and obviously an outdoor type. I
assume he worked outdoors as well by his coloring and robust
appearance. His hands were big, rough from working with them. He had
dark curly hair and a large mustache and beard. There was a tattoo on
both of his upper arms. His arms were hairy and fur curled up around
the neck of his sweat damp T-shirt. The waders were hiding the rest of
his body, but as he stood there he shrugged himself out of the
shoulder straps and held them up with one hand.

	"I won't be long." I said as he stood there a minute then
turned, going towards the urinal. I heard the sound of him pulling the
waders down as I leaned towards the glory hole. He hauled out a fat
piece of meat and began to piss. When he was through he pulled the
rubber waders back up. He paused, I touched a finger to the hole. I
heard him chuckle.

	"Hungry, are you? Damn! I can sure use some good head!" he
said softly as he stepped around from of me again. He pulled the
waders down and then fished his cock out of his fly and offered it to
me, stepping close to the booth shaking his meat at me, swaying
unsteadily on his feet.

	I began to suck him. His cock stiffened then died as he tried
to overcome the effects of the booze he'd had.

	"Feels good but I can't seem to keep it hard." he apologized.
"I had a few shots... feels good... I love it even if it won't stay
up."

	"I'd love to suck it for you all afternoon," I said. "I like
the way your crotch and nuts smell from the sweat and the perspiration
in your jeans from the waders.

	"You can suck it all day... I ain't in a rush, but I gotta
take a dump first."

	I got up, he took a seat on the crapper. I was turned on by
him and no sooner was he sitting with his waders and Levis around his
legs, below his knees, while I was kneeling down with my face between
his legs in his hairy groin.

	He leaned back with a smile on his handsome face.

	"Hell, I tell you I gotta take a dump."

	"Do it while I suck on it!" He sighed, leaning back.

	"Listen for someone coming," he said softly as he felt my lips
around his shaft.

	"Nobody comes here unless it's for fun. They use the new
shithouse over by the road." I said.

	He pulled the T-shirt up past his nipples and lay back legs
stretched out with me kneeling in the tangle of clothing. The smell of
his crotch turned me on as I began to lick and suck his hairy, loaded
balls.

	I wet my finger then reached under him and put my finger
against his sticky asshole. He'd recently let a fart and it had been a
messy one. There was a smear of fresh shit around his hairy asshole.

	I fingered it gently feeling my finger enter and press against
what must have been a solid turd. I worked my finger around inside
feeling the turd and running my finger around it between it and the
wall of his rectum. Then I pressed on it causing him to let out a
grunt.

	"Yeah, I told you I was full in there."

	I pulled my finger away and looked at it. There was shit
around the fingernail and as I held it to my nose to sniff if, his
eyes followed my every move.

	I licked it as I stared into his eyes and slowly replaced it
up his asshole feeling around inside again, pressing my finger into
his turd.

	"I want to suck your funky ass," I whispered to him.

	"But I gotta shit! Real bad, I'm trying to hold it back!"

	"I want to suck it out of you."

	"I gotta take a dump real bad. I ain't holding it much
longer," he said as I fingered his hole, digging into the turd and
pulled the shit-stained finger out with a small lump on the tip of it,
licked my finger clean again as he watched, fascinated by what I was
doing.

	I'd started eating shit when I was twenty while in the
Marines. I had this rugged DI from Odessa, Texas, who was all redneck
and was always making rotten remarks about queers. One night I met him
in a bar our first weekend after bootcamp. He drunk himself almost
unconscious, then had the nerve to ask me to drive him back in his own
car. Of course I did. He got in the car and pretended to be sleeping
but I could see he had a hard-on. When I looked back his dick was out
and at full staff!

	Well I sucked him off. Next day he acted like nothing
happened. The following weekend I went to the same bar and the same
thing happened. This time he was really passed out drunk and when I
got down on him I heard him fart. It was a wet one, and then I smelled
shit.

	Imagine my surprise when I reached down to play with is balls
in his pants and my fingers came out streaked with soft shit. The DI
had shit his pants!

	I wanted him and decided to blow him even if it was soft. I
sucked his hairy nuts and while doing it got a taste of some shit that
was on them. Then in my wild passion I rolled him over on his side in
the seat, pulled his pants and shitty boxers down and licked every
trace of smeared shit from between his hairy asscheeks and when I was
done he was almost as clean as before he'd messed his pants, except I
couldn't suck all the shit stain out of his boxers!

	When I got him where he was going he went in. Next day he
asked me about his dirty boxers. I told him what happened.

	I was only going to be there the rest of the week, he knew it
and came to me and wanted to go to town and get a few beers. He
brought up the subject of shitting in his pants and how clean his ass
had been even if his underwear was so stained.

	He drove off on a lonely road telling me he was going to get
one last blowjob out of me before I shipped out.

	He pulled up under some bushes and got out and ordered me out
too. There was a good moon so we could see each other. He put me down
on my knees and had me suck his cock. Right in the middle of it he
pissed in it and wouldn't let me off until I drank all his warm beer
piss.

	Then he turned around, put one foot up on the sill of the open
car door and leaned forward.

	"Lick my ass!" he said. "Lay some tongue up it!"

	I did, boy it was just what I wanted. Then he reached back and
clamped my face in his cheeks and strained. Some soft shit drooled
out. I was licking his ass so hard that I never even stopped when I
tasted it. He let his hand go and I kept right on licking like a
junk-yard ass dog.

	He lay on the car seat with his legs up in the air so he could
be comfortable and feed me his ass. I kept rimming him and he kept
grunting and groaning how good it was.

	"Open it up," I begged. "Let it open wide!"

	That was the signal. He just gave a loud grunt and filled my
mouth with soft shit. I swallowed it then he stood up and fucked my
face until he made it and told me to get back in the car and drive him
back. That was the last time I ever had him.

	And that was how it started. He wasn't the last and now I had
this rugged fisherman and was cleaning his shit pipe out.

	"How's it taste?" he asked with a sort of smile.

	"Tastes good, man, can I please have more?"

	He looked down with a strange look on his face. His fat dick
was hard and drooled clear snot from the piss hole.

	I pushed him back against the wall, then lifted his legs up.
He grabbed his feet and pulled them back towards him as he scooted
down on the bowl. His ass was now at the edge of the seat, it was dark
with hair and I could see his shithole. He had a ring of piles that
circled it. I leaned down and tongued it then licked up and down it
cleaning all the funk out of it before darting my tongue inside his
hole causing him to let out a gasp and a loud "Oh Yeah!"

	"Like that huh, Mister Macho?"

	"Yeah... suck out my fucking shit hole!" he urged.

	I began to rim him at the same time forcing some air up him.
He farted it out giving me a taste of his sweet tasting farts.

	"I gotta dump," he said again.

	"Give me a taste."

	He strained then began to deliver! I stayed on it until I felt
my mouth filled then backed off to look at the brown offering. It was
solid and chunky. I could see chunks of shit balled together into one
thick turd.

	I went down on it sucking it like as if it was his cock. The
fisherman groaned as he felt me working on it then I bit it off,
chewed it up and gulped it down getting another mouthful and doing the
same.

	He had control over his bowels and looked to see me as I
slowly ate his shit. Then as he broke it off, his asshole contracted
and he sat up on the seat.

	"Fuckin' ruinin' my back," he stretched and pushed his hands
into his kidney area.

	"Got more?" I asked.

	"Sure do... you really gobbling down my crap? That's pretty
fuckin' strange stuff, buddy."

	"I want more, please?" I begged.

	He stood up, turned and bent forward lifting one foot to the
bowl giving me access to his hairy crack.

	"Get it, I got more and I ain't going to be able to hold it
much longer. I got gas pains from all the ass sucking you did. Get up
in there and get ready for more shit," he said.

	I plastered my lips to his asshole as he strained and let go
with another turd. It was softer, I swallowed his stinking mush as
fast as he could squeeze it out, then when the last bit came it was
loose. I gulped it down.

	I licked his ass cleaner than it had been before I met him. He
turned around and stood there with a hard on.

	"Okay, shitface, suck me off... I gotta get movin'!"

	I began to suck his cock and as he got nearer he grabbed my
head and face fucked me hard and drove his shaft into my throat and
unloaded. When he was done he pushed me away then turned towards the
toilet.

	"No! Don't waste your piss... give it to me. Wash your cum and
shit down with it. Flush this hungry toilet's mouth out. You flush
your toilet at home when you use it, don't you? Well do it to the one
kneeling at your feet!"

	He shook his head then offered me his soft cock and then began
to relieve himself in my mouth. It was strong and hot but I drank all
he had. Then he pulled his pants up and walked outside.

	"Thanks! And if you ain't fuckin' dead from my poison maybe
I'll see you around again." He went to his truck and began to get out
of the waders and put his shoes on. I was going back to where dad was
as he roared out of the parking area.

	When I got back Dad asked if I found what I was after.

	"Yep, I sure did. I was hungry, there was a chocolate bar I
left in the car I didn't eat on my way here." I smiled. "That will
hold me until supper."

	"You fucking pig, did you ever think I might be hungry too?
You could have at least saved me a little."

	I belched... the taste of shit came back up on me.

	I belched again then told Dad, "There's a sample for you."

	"Why you pig!" he grinned and cast his line into the river.

	"Hell Dad, it was laying around in the car too long. It tasted
like shit anyway. You wouldn't have liked it."