Date: Sat, 20 Mar 2004 22:09:45 -0800
From: bawdy pen <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: BROUGHT HOME TO FEAST (scat ws)

         BROUGHT HOME TO FEAST-Part 1 by bawdypen

   After meeting and making arrangements in the dingy,
downtown bar toilet, the young man talked the older, well-
dressed man into following him home. Displaying an obviously
nervous excitement, he introduced him to his young lover.
   "Oh, good, you're in your robe. Hon, this is Mr. Lewis. Mr.
Lewis, this is my lover, Norm."
   "Uh, call me Donald, okay? Hey, glad to meet you, Norm." He
walked forward and shook the reluctant boy's hand.
   "Hello, Mr. Lewis. Uh...Donald." Then he turned to Peter
with a raised eyebrow and in a soft voice inquired, "Does this
mean what I think it means, Peter? You know I don't mind so
much when you go out for some...extracurricular humping," he
exaggerated the last word, "but you know I'm not interested in
group gropes. Or were you planning on my sleeping on the couch?
Sorry, Donald, but this is important to clear up. It has
nothing to do with you. Were I as promiscuous as my horny other
half, you'd be more than welcome. It's just that I..."
   "He's kind of a prude, Donald, is what he's trying to
say," Peter finished.
   "I am not a prude! I'm just monogamous. I only need one
man," he needled. "That satisfies me quite well, thank you."
   "You have no idea what passion lays behind those innocent
eyes," Peter nudged Donald. "When it comes to cocksucking, his
mouth is a lethal weapon! I keep telling him talent like that
shouldn't be wasted on just me. That it'd really be exciting to
me watching him sucking off another guy and see the expression
on the guy's face. Luckily, he's not jealous. He knows I've
always been a tramp who craves floor-to-ceiling cock once in a
while. Man, how I'd love to whore around with him next to me!
But he won't," he sighed.
   "Correct, love. And since our agreement is you won't bring
your tricks home, I suppose Donald's just here for a drink."
   Donald stood there nervously, but made no suggestion that
perhaps he should leave. Peter had pretty much told him what
reaction to expect. No anger, but a well-hidden tinge of
disgust at his lover's wanton sexual escapades.
   "Nooo," Peter teased, "but that's a good idea. Have a seat,
Donald, and I'll get us something. A Shirley Temple for you,
darling?"
   Norm stuck out his tongue. "Double scotch rocks, daaarling.
I might need it. You've never pulled this before. Something
must be up."
   While Peter fixed drinks, Norm chatted with Donald amiably.
He found the older man handsome and even a bit classy. He
certainly had nothing against him, and even felt a slight
twinge of regret that he couldn't indulge in sexual abandon
with strangers like Peter could.
   "Did he tell you he's a well-heeled stockbroker?" Peter
asked, coming back and handing them drinks. "You oughta see the
bitchin' Porsche outside!"
   "No, he didn't, Peter. Donald's got too much class for
that, I think. Besides, since when did you get so money-
conscious?"
   "Oh, I'm not. I'll suck cock in a limo or the back seat of
a Pinto. It's just the incredible contrast that blows my
mind!" he chuckled, winking at Donald. "You'll understand when
I tell you why Donald's here and how I met him."
   "Well, offhand I'd say it probably wasn't in one of your
regular hangouts--like the baths or on his knees sucking cock
in a smelly restroom somewhere." Peter and Donald burst out
laughing. "Uh, oh. Well, spit it out...let's hear it." Norm
shrugged.
   "I brought him home to eat your turd," Peter said quietly,
glancing up to watch Norm's expression change. He knew that
would be half the fun. And it was.
   "WHAT?!!" Norm gasped, wide-eyed. "W-what'd you say?
H-hunh?"
   Peter and Donald grinned at each other, letting him stammer
and shake his head in confusion.
   "Peter," Norm leaned forward, "I...I didn't hear w-what you
just said. Brought him home...why?"
   "TOOOO....EEEEEAT....YOURR....TUUURD, Sugarplum!" He
smiled.
   Norm squinched up his nose and face. "That's not funny,
Peter. You're embarrassing Donald with your stupid joke." He
hadn't actually looked at Donald to see if the man was upset at
the insult; he almost didn't dare. Something told him the man
wasn't shocked at the allegation. Yep, when he did look Donald
was smiling silently, sipping his drink, with the most subtle,
lusty expression Norm had ever seen.
   "I was down at the Pungent Barstool when I had to take a
wicked piss. First thing I see is a guy sitting on the toilet
with his pants down--jacking off and staring somewhere behind
me. You know how small and cramped that room is, right? When I
close the door, I see three guys back against the wall. One
bent over getting fucked, one slamming a long hard cock up his
ass, and another one under there with his head twisted,
sniffing and licking that greasy, sliding cockshaft! Lemme tell
ya, it was hot!"
   "Don't tell me," Norm shifted his glance to Donald. "Your
friend here was doing the sniff 'n lick duty, right?"
   "A #1, baby! What I didn't know was that the guy had just
come. Donald was licking the jizz that was seeping out of the
guy's ass. When the fella plopped his prick out of that wide-
open, dripping asshole, Donald opened his mouth. The guy
pointed it down and pushed it into his mouth. Ooooh, it was so
wild! I love sucking a cock fresh out of a hot fuckhole, but
even I wouldn't have sucked that one! I might lick a little
streak here and there if I'm really horny and dig the guy that
just got fucked, but that prick was downright filthy with warm
shit!"
   "Oooo, stop!" Norm screwed up his face. "That's
disgusting!"
   But Peter continued, excitedly. "I could tell Donald wasn't
doing it just to act the filth-dog. He was moaning and slob-
bering over that dirty cock and pounding on his own massive
erection. First guy I ever saw that thoroughly loved eating
shit! The guy on the toilet cried out, blowing a wad high in
the air! If I hadn't needed to piss so bad, I would have come
in my fuckin' pants! As it was, I had to pull it out."
   "And a good thing," Donald finally spoke, "since the
faucets weren't working. Guess you came to my rescue," he
chuckled.
   "What'd he do, piss on your face to bring you to your
senses?"
   "No. The others quickly left when I finished cleaning the
cock and licked the wet asshole. I asked him to let me drink
his piss to wash out my mouth." Donald acted sheepish. It
didn't fit him.
   "What buttshit!" Peter laughed. "You sound like you only
wanted a gargle. Hell, he'd already swallowed whatever he'd
licked. He just wanted a big dose of hot piss! Shoulda seen me
blast his tonsils, baby! Drained my fuckin' bladder like nobody
ever has!"
   "Yeck!"
   "You thought I was good that one time you let me. He's a
pro!"
   "PETER! Don't...don't tell him thaaaat!" Norm blushed. "You
know I was too drunk to realize what...that you talked me into
it..."
   Peter shook his head in wonder. "I thought it was a lot of
fun...and so did you at the time...now you won't even let me
watch you pee!"
   "Stuff like that's private. That's not sex," Norm
instructed.
   "Outside, I bought Donald a beer. We talked a long time. I
wanted to know why he seemed to enjoy it so much, and how in
hell he could just do it in public like that. By the time he
got done describing it, and what led up to his enjoying it,
I...imagined doing it to you!"
   "Oh, you did, hunh?" Norm asked sarcastically. "Well, keep
dreaming. You wanna wallow in filth and perversion...you can do
it with him. Just don't come back expecting me to kiss those
lips!"
   Even Norm had to giggle at the thought. "Baby, the only way
I could do something like that is to you. A little taste of
poop here and there's hot and nasty, but hardly noticeable.
Only way I'd eat shit off a cock is if it was just pulled out
of your sweet ass! You know how I love to dig my tongue up your
tail." He turned to Donald. "You know, Norm has the sweetest
hairless asshole you could imagine. Problem is, he's so damned
meticulous it never, ever smells. Six inches of worming tongue
doesn't even drag some spicy flavors out of there. Hell, in all
the years we've been together, I could not swear that he's EVER
actually taken a shit from that hole!"
   "Jeez! So I keep myself clean. Not like..." Norm quickly
clammed up, blushing furiously and obviously agitated by the
conversation.
   "Like me? That's another thing. I cater to your sensi-
tivity, but I sure don't keep as sparkling as you do. How come
you never complain? You slop all over my rump and shoot your
tongue up there like a wild man. And you never say a word.
Guess you don't wanna embarrass me, huh? I'da cleaned up my act
if you'd asked. Actually," he grinned wickedly, "I've been
letting it go more and more...just to see what you'd say.
NOTHING! What gives with you, Norm?"
   "I am not a prude, Peter. You're my lover and I enjoy your
smells and tastes. I don't complain because I enjoy it, you
idiot! I just have this...this thing about myself. I...I shit
my pants once when I was a kid and all the other guys--my
friends!--teased me mercilessly. They pointed and jeered,
saying how bad I stunk, calling me Shitboy and even told other
kids at school what happened, and that rhinoceros poop smelled
better than mine. I was totally humiliated! And even though
they got over it in a few weeks, I never did. I've been kind of
obsessive about it ever since. It's probably dumb, but some-
thing deep inside has me convinced my shit smells worse than
anyone in the world."
   "Wow, you poor kid," Donald sympathized. "Kids are cruel,
you know."
   "Sure, but..."
   "I'm just the guy to get you over all that."
   "Yeah," Peter interjected. "At the bar I showed him your
picture. The one with you in those tight shorts? He oohed and
aahed and whispered how he could 'eat a whole turd out of your
ass!"
   Now Donald blushed when Norm glanced at him.
   "Heh. What if it is as bad as they said? What would you do
then?"
   Donald leaned over, resting his elbows on his knees. "I
like licking shit, Norm. I've swallowed a good portion of some
big turds, too. And some of them were quite awful! Diet
problems or something. You look like you eat right. A normal
turd--even if it's rather strong--smells and tastes perfectly
delightful to me. Like your lover, I can't imagine anything
foul coming from your beautiful, young body."
   "Not exactly what I said," Peter commented dryly, "but I
sure agree."
   "And," Donald grinned at Norm, "I think the outrageous
vulgarity of it all stimulates your nasty center like never
before."
   "N-no it doesn't!" Norm cried. "You just want it to!"
   "Then what's that?" Donald pointed. "Your gorgeous big
cock's sticking right up stiff and hard. I can see it pulsing."
   Gasping, Norm saw his prick had slipped from the flaps of
the robe. He had a tremendous erection, and just seeing it all
exposed like that made it throb all the more and bounce around
before he could cover it up again. Peter immediately went to
his knees before the young man and tried to coax his lover to
willingly open his robe. He stroked his thighs, looking up at
his confused face.
   "Lemme lick it a little, baby. Show off that beautiful
cock. Lemme getcha real hot so you'll wanna do it. I know you
never shit til morning--after I've left--so you must have a
good one up there. I'd honest-to-god love to watch you take a
big shit, baby! See it all up close. I promise I won't get any
nastier than you'll let me. Donald, too. He'll only watch if
that's all you'll allow. But you should try letting him eat
your turd...so you'll get over all that, you know. I'll...I'll
take a lick on it...if you'll let me. You've denied me your
taste for so long that I'm crazy for it. Come on, let's freak
out for once!" He slipped his hand under the robe, grabbing
Norm's leaking erection, making him gasp and shiver.
   Donald was still on the couch across from them--his legs
spread. He was brazenly rubbing a formidable hardon in his
pants and giving Norm his best lasciviously-seductive grin.
Norm's reluctance was turning him on enormously...even better
than having a foul-mouthed punk drop his pants in an alley and
grind his asshole over Donald's slurping lips before ordering
him to open wide. Okay, he loved suckin' turds that way! But
it'd be even more exciting convincing someone like Norm that
his shit wasn't the scourge of the earth--but beautiful and
delicious!
   Norm was panting. Excited, but mindful that his leaking
cock would stain the inside of his robe, he suddenly layed down
and spread it wide open, revealing his luscious naked body.
Peter went down on him.
   "Do...do we have some sex f-first?" Norm muttered, his head
back with eyes closed.
   "The three of us?" Peter asked hopefully.
   "If you wouldn't mind watching me suck another guy's cock."
   "BABY, YOU KNOW I WOULDN'T! I wanna suck his big prick,
too. We can share it. Let's get him stripped and lick him all
over! Between you and me, we can get him so hungry for shit
he'll eat THREE turds before he goes home!" Norm burst out
laughing, followed by Peter...then Donald.
   The man was hurriedly rustling out of his clothes.
"Wouldn't be the first time, guys!" He readily admitted
committing the obscenity on his own turds.
   "You didn't really?!" Norm gushed in shock.
   Donald shrugged. "Had to start somewhere." He kicked his
shoes off. "Got caught on my knees licking it. That's what got
me in trouble, but greatly improved my educational oppor-
tunities for the next several months. I'll tell you about it
sometime. LET'S GET DOWN!"


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