Date: Fri, 20 Jul 2001 21:41:35 -0700
From: Roderick Shafton <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: FRATHOUSE VISITOR (scat)

           FRATHOUSE VISITOR--Part 1

   The Delta Cumma Lotta house was nearly deserted that
Saturday afternoon. Walker, Dalton and Dalton's visiting
buddy, Briggs, were laying about in the rec room.
   "So there was Bradshaw in those bushes next to the
quad, pissed to the gills wearing nothing but his under-
wear, and who does he run into? Caplan, Dean of Men!"
Dalton laughed.
   "No shit?" Briggs gushed.
   "Yep. And the funny thing is he never got cited for it.
I don't know how he got away with it...you know how Caplan
is. Maybe he dragged the bastard into the bushes and gave
him head or something."
   "Aw, Bradshaw wouldn't do that," Briggs dismissed the
idea.
   "Who knows? With all the warnings he's had, it just
might have meant dismissal. I think he'd rather take a
prick in his mouth than face his old man."
   "Yeah, I met that guy once," Walker said with a frown.
"Demanding, and what a grouch!"
   Dalton slapped his knee. "Well, I don't know about you
guys, but I got a date for some sweet pussy tonight."
   "Lucky you," Briggs said. "I haven't been laid in three
weeks."
   "Thems the breaks, pal," Dalton grinned, rubbing it in.
Then he patted his crotch. "Some of us got dicks that're
always in demand."
   "Yeah, yeah," Briggs huffed. "Those that got it don't
have to brag about it, either."
   "You kidding? Those that got it always brag about it!"
Walker sneered. That made Briggs raise an eyebrow, wonder-
ing how he knew...oh, of course...these guys probably run
around half naked around here.
   Dalton got a quizzical expression on his face, as if he
was pondering something heavy.
   "Wonder if I should wash my asshole first," he asked
himself. Seeing Briggs give him a weird look, he chuckled.
"The babe I'm going out with loves to 69. But she gripes if
she can smell my ass too much. Hell, I don't feel like
showering." He suddenly stood up and dropped his pants and
shorts, pulled them off, then sat back down with his legs
spread. "Hey Walker, come over here and sniff my hole for
me. Tell me if it's too raunchy."
   Briggs was shocked at Dalton's suggestion, but he
nearly had a stroke when Walker got right up from his chair
and crouched between Dalton's legs! Dalton hiked his heels
onto the seat cushion, exposing his buttcrack. Not even
giving Briggs a thought, Walker nosed in.
   "Yeh, sniff that butthole. Run your nose all around
it."
   Walker pressed his nose up against Dalton's hairy anus
and circled around a few times.
   "Well, what's the verdict?" Dalton asked, giving the
astonished Briggs a wink.
   "It's wild...and really ripe!" Walker gushed. Then he
looked up at Dalton. "It's nice!"
   "No, bonehead. I mean what's the chick gonna think? Is
it too dirty?"
   "You know chicks. The dumb cunt will probably be
totally disgusted." Walker shrugged.
   "Yeah, that's what I figured." He raised up on the
couch and spread his legs further apart. "Why don't you
lick it for me, then?"
   "WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON HERE?!?" Briggs finally
managed to blurt out.
   Dalton looked at him and shrugged. "Hey, no sense
letting the stink go the waste when there's somebody around
who appreciates it." He gave him a sly grin.
   "Holy shit!" Briggs cried, scooting to the end of his
seat and twisting his head...making sure that...oh, yes.
Twisted his head underneath, even. Walker's licking the
fucking thing alright. Damn, is he ever!
   "Ooooh, yeh. Flap that tongue around there, man. Lick
that hot asshole, Walker. Lick my whole sweaty crack and
make my girl happy."
   "I'm gettin' the fuck outta here!" Briggs shook his
head and started to get up. Dalton grabbed his arm and
pulled him back down.
   "Relax, buddy. Just two frat brothers doing each other
a favor, that's all. I'm too fucking lazy to go wash it,
and Walker really digs sniffing and licking other dude's
dirty assholes. I mean he really digs it. You noticed he
didn't even flinch about crawling down between my legs,
even with you around. Ain't nothing gonna make him pass up
a cheesy shithole." He leaned over slightly and spoke to
the fellow noisily slopping his sticky crack up and down,
up and down. "Ain't that right, Walker?"
   "Mmmm, hmmmm!" Walker mumbled without missing a lick.
   "See."
   "Jeez. How the hell'd this get started? He...ask you if
he could wash your ass, or what?"
   "Naw. He's got a little sense. Actually, I caught him
in the shower room late one Monday night, squat-ting behind
Richmond, just licking the tar out of his ass! You remember
Richmond? Had to leave a couple of months ago. Well, he was
bent over so far Walker didn't even have to mooch his face
between his buns. His old hole came right out and said DO
ME! Gave me a fuckin' boner, man. I was ready to trot right
over there and ram my cock up his juicy hole. God, that
looked like good fucking! You ever fuck that big asshole,
Walker? Besides with your tongue?"
   "Nope."
   "Man, I think he'd a let you. Sure looked hot and ready
for a cornholing."
   "Didn't they even stop?" Briggs asked.
   "Oh, I didn't barge in. I kept back and just watched.
Besides making me horny, I had no reason to interrupt
brothers doing their thing. It's their business, you know.
Leastways, I didn't want to embarrass Richmond. Now,
Walker," he pulled the guy's head tighter to his butthole,
"he was another story. I was gonna get some of that action
Richmond got, if I had to spread it around the whole
campus. I would have embarrassed the fuck out of him for
that." He humped his hips up and down, sliding his asshole
over Walker's lips. "Butcha didn't need no coaxing, did ya,
pal?"
   Walker groaned something that signified assurance that
he was absolutely correct.
   "I just played it cool, then one night about 2 in the
morning I went into the upstairs bathroom, hoping Walker
might be awake. The head's right next to his room. I made
just enough noise so he'd hear if he was up. I sat there
for about fifteen minutes, just thinking and playing with
my dick in case he came in. Then I remembered I hadda take
a crap in the first place, so I did. I was kicking myself
for needing to...thinking it wouldn't be very erotic if he
walked in and the place was all stunk up! See, I didn't
know then that he likes it filthy."
   "Hey, I don't like it filthy...exactly," Walker cried
defensively. "Just dirty enough to be hot and nasty!"
   "Whatever, babe. To me, licking a little shit's as bad
as licking a lot. But I'll letcha be as filthy as you
want." He turned again to Briggs. "Anyway, just as I'm
plopping out these big stinking turds he chooses THEN to
barge in! I think, Shit, no way he's gonna go for futzing
around now."
   Walker listened, amused. His hard cock was painfully
throbbing in his pants.
   "'Opps!' he says, like he didn't know anybody was in
there. "Sorry." But he's in, and he's closing the door
behind him real nonchalantly like. 'Gee, I gotta take a
whizz real bad. You mind if I just piss in the sink real
fast?' Yeah, right! But he whips his dong out right there
and hangs it over the sink without a blush and starts
pissing away. Well, it was definitely no pee pee emergency
from the amount, so I say, 'You didn't want to wait? Hell,
man, I just took a big shit in here!' He says with a grin,
'Yeah, I know.' 'And it don't bother you?' I asked. 'No,
should it?' he shrugged. 'I guess not,' I shook my head,
thinking this guy is really queer. 'Guess it makes it
easier to cram your face up butts like Richmond, hunh?'
   "I hadn't intended to blurt that out, but he had me
confused. That's when he gets this wild look in his eyes
and I see he ain't puttin' his prick back in his shorts.
Instead, he's standing there playing with it, and it's
getting hard! I wasn't quite sure what to do or say--he had
me off guard, you know? 'Oh, you saw me, then. So I guess
you know what I go for. How 'bout I get down there and lick
your asshole clean? Wouldn't a nice wet tongue be better
than some old scrapey paper?' He gives me this sexy look
and slowly kneels down in front of the toilet! I'm goin'
wacko over what he's really suggesting, but I let him
spread my legs apart. He looks up like asking if it's
alright to continue, but I just stare at him like a dumb
idiot. So he reaches back and grabs my butt and scoots me
closer. Then he lifts my legs up and sticks his nose up to
my asshole and sniffs the fuckin' thing! The moment he
goes, 'Ooooh!'--saying he likes it--I go hey, alright, and
hold my own legs up. 'Lick it, fucker. You want it, lick
it! I want to feel what made Richmond double over so far.
He can't even touch his toes during calisthenics!' Now, I
supposed if it'd ever thought about it, I'd have hoped to
never meet up with a shitlicker. But this dude was licking
MY shit, and I got off on it like nothing before...
including my first piece of ass."
   "I thought you'd heard the whole thing," Walker
interjected, "but I realized you'd snuck up on us after
we'd started. I wondered if I was making a big mistake
being so brazen. After all, you're a big stud in more ways
than one. Coulda done without getting my face smashed up.
See, Richmond had just taken a shit and didn't bother to
wipe cause he was getting into the shower. But I went in
just as he was walking into the shower room. He was casual,
but I noticed the weird the way he kept his back to the
wall. He dropped the soap and when he grabbed for it, it
slid my way. I reached down just as he did...and it bounced
behind him. When he turned for it, I got a great beaver
shot of his tail that made me spring a boner instantly! I
could plainly see a ring of shit circling his asshole.
Hell, his asshole alone was so big and luscious I lost my
head and grabbed his butt and mooched my face straight into
his cheeks! He struggled and tried to force me away, but I
hugged him around the hips so tight he couldn't break me
free. He gave up, not too reluctantly, once he felt my
tongue slurping his crack and poking up his hole. 'Jeez,
Walker, that feels great, but can't you tell I'm all shitty
back there?' he moaned. I pulled my face out. 'Sure, that's
why I couldn't control myself. I love licking out guys'
dirty assholes! Now bend way over and let me suck your ass
real good.' You must have come in shortly afterward."
   "Wish I'da gotten there sooner. Hearing your confession
sure would have made it easier to nail you. I'da just
walked up and whispered in your ear that I was going to go
take a big shit and how'd you like to come watch!"
   "Yeah, right. I asked you once, and you wouldn't let
me. I'd love to watch you shit. It's beautiful watchin' a
guy's asshole stretch open and seeing his juicy turds slide
out!"
   "You mean you don't lick them, too?" Briggs asked
sarcastically.
   "No. But I would if a guy'd let me watch him shit. Same
stuff that's on his hole. Yeah, I'd lick it up and down
while he's doing it!"
   "Hmmm. We'll give it a try sometime," Dalton agreed,
then pushed Walker's head back down. "Back to work. We'll
save storytime for another day. LICK!"
   "This is too fucking much!" Briggs shook his head in
disbelief.
   "Hey, drop your drawers and undies, buddy," Dalton
nudged him, "he'll be more than glad to swab your deck,
too."
   "No thanks. I prefer to wash my own dirty asshole, if
you don't mind!"
   "Your loss, man. Feels so righteous. Show Briggs what
you do when a guy's crack is too sanitary and you're hot
for some cheesy butt flavor." Dalton pulled his thighs back
so Briggs got a good look.
   Walker used his fingers to pry Dalton's anus apart then
rammed his tongue up inside!
   "Aaah! YES!" Dalton cried, throwing his head back. "Dig
right in there, sugarlips. Stab that tongue up my rectum
til it won't go any farther...then stick it in deeper!" He
turned his head toward Briggs, moaning lustfully. "This is
the best part--except maybe when he gets down and sucks on
it! Hell, the way chicks are, every dude oughta have his
own local ass sucker...like Walker here." He stroked the
buttlicker's hair almost affectionately. "Thrills like this
only come from a real expert. He'll blow ya too, if ya
want. No strings though. Lapping your crack is all the
thanks he needs. Course he loves sucking a big joint. Primo
cocksucker!
   "Wh...what if you only wanted, you know, a quick
blowjob?" Briggs asked, blushing.
   Dalton grinned, looking down at Briggs' crotch just as
the guy nervously crossed his hands over his lap.
   "Don't hafta hide it. Look how stiff he's got my
bone." He waved it back and forth, banging it on top of
Walker's head a couple of times. "Too bad I can't feed it
to him today. But, baby, am I gonna ram some pussy with
this tonight!"
   Briggs gulped, turning his eyes for fear he'd gazed at
his friend's erection overly long.
   "Ha ha. Ain't gonna make ya queer just looking at it. A
dude can check out another guy's equipment without meaning
anything. Hell, a guy even likes hearing another guy
compliment him about it...if you say it in a, well, you
know...a non-faggy way, I guess. No offense, there, Walker.
Yeah, kinda hard not to admire a big piece of meat like
mine, hunh?"
   "Yeah, okay," Briggs sneered. "But don't think I was
drooling over it or something. It's just envy. And a little
bit of hate, too."
   "Hunh? Heh, why hate?"
   "Cause guys like you not only got dished extra in the
pecker line, you're all so damned smug you make the rest of
us peons feel less...you know, less...whatever. I mean,
every guy wishes he had more. Hey, do guys like you wish
that too?"
   "Sure. When I see a picture of a dude with a bigger
prick, I feel like you. Well, kinda. Say, why doncha whip
it out instead of crying over it? I'm sure you feel just as
good as me when you get your nut. Let Walker give ya some
special service."
   Walker poked his head up. "You know, I like sucking a
cock that fits just right in my mouth. I like taking it all
the way down to a guy's balls. Come on, I know how to
appreciate any size dick. Monsters like this you can't
handle like that, though. Of course, these babies go wonder--
fully up my rearend. But I can't talk this sissy into
fucking me!"
   "I'm a pussy man, dude. Maybe some day. Now gimme a
nice wet smooch down there and say bye-bye. I gotta make
tracks. Sorry they can't be pecker tracks, buttsuck."
   "Me, too," Walker smiled. "But I'm not disappointed. I
got a swell treat!" He licked his lips salaciously and
lewdly rubbed his stiff prick as Dalton hurried off.
   More puzzled than offended by Walker's crotch rubbing,
he asked, "Out of curiosity, how come you don't pull out
your cock when you...do what you do to Dalton?"
   "I do, usually," Walker replied, scooting closer and
putting a hand on Brigg's knee, making him flinch. "But
even the slim chance that you might let me lick or blow you
made me hold off. I get so fucking hot licking his ass I
always come too quickly." He looked into Briggs' eyes
darting around nervously. "Anything you'd like me to do for
you? Name it."
   "Uh...I don't think..." He sounded so unconvincing that
Walker put his right hand on the other knee and slowly
began to inch them up his thighs. "Um, what if somebody..."
   "Comes in? I don't think they'll be back from softball
for a while, but so what? I'm not ashamed, and you're just
a stud getting serviced. Of course, if you'd like to maybe
swap this or that, we could go up to my room and have a
hot, sweaty 69!"
   "HO HO! NO, NO, NO, NO," he recoiled slightly. "I tried
that when I was a kid, and decided I didn't like having a
cock squirting in my mouth."
   "So a cock wasn't so bad, then. Just the squirting
bothered you?" Walker teased.
   "Um, I don't know. Yeah, maybe. I try not to think
about it any more."
   "Well, the check is in the mail," Walker chuckled. When
Briggs didn't catch on, he explained, "I mean, I won't cum
in your mouth."
   "Heh! Okay, I get it now. Hey, let's just forget it.
This is....just altogether unreal. You guys do what you
want, just leave me out of it. I'm...I'm not interested,
okay?"
   "How come you still got a roaring boner?" Walker
grinned and tentatively rubbed it.
   Briggs jerked but made no attempt to stop him. He
hadn't had all that much experience being felt up by hands
other than his own, and it sure felt good. He gulped.
   "Um...okay. You wanna blow me? You can blow me if you
do it real fast. I'm nervous as hell." He started to fumble
with his belt and snaps. Walker jumped up and grabbed his
hand, pulling him to his feet.
   "Come on, let's go to my room. You need a slow,
delicious blowjob, man. Not some quick and dirty back-alley
suckoff. Lemme show you how your prick oughta be treated."
   "How come you didn't join the gay fraternity," Briggs
asked, allowing himself to be led up the stairs, "consider-
ing...you know?"
   Walker chuckled. "Considering I'm a cocksucker? When I
was 16 I met up with this older guy. He was 24, rough type,
totally straight but went out regularly to get blowjobs in
the park. He didn't exactly get mushy or anything, but he
got to liking me more than he'd admit. I was kinda 'his
boy' for the next couple of years...even though I still
lived at home. We'd meet twice a week at the park, back in
some secluded bushes, where I'd blow him, lick his balls,
and lick his ass. I'd never done that before, but he dug it
and got me to do it all the time. I didn't mind. I liked it
from the start. It was big, hairy and real suckable. The
loose kind you can stick your tongue right up without a
fight. Here's my room. Now you can feel secure."
   "Good."
   "The third time with him, instead of bending over with
me kneeling behind him, he laid me on the grass, climbed
over me, and sat down on my face. Then he told me to eat
his asshole out. Okay, fine with me. I loved the way he
looked doing that. His big hole looked so obscene and it
made him so sexy. But when I got my nose in there, I yelped
that it was all shitty! He said, 'I know...eat it! Other
fags do it so you can too. Some even like it. I want you to
like it, or at least get used to it, cause I dig seeing a
kid sniffing and licking the hot funk and dirty crap off my
hairy shithole! Now get to work. I want to feel you drill-
ing your tongue way up inside, too. And if your tongue
comes out brown, just eat it!'"
   "Gawd, what a creep!"
   "Oh, no. He was lovely. Nasty and raunchy as all fuck,
but that's what made me so attracted to him. And he had a
big cock that still makes my prostate tingle when I think
of it. He'd drill me good and deep, but he was tender at
first--letting me get used to it. From then on his ass was
always dirty. It got to where if it wasn't real funky it
wasn't as exciting. Anyway, even though he considered me
his, he didn't give a fuck if I spent the other 5 nights of
the week sucking off every dick in town. The only demand he
made was that I should never, ever lick shit off another
queer's asshole. It was okay to rim their buttholes if they
were decent, but that special activity should only be
performed on straight guys. Like it was an honor I was
bestowing or something, you know? Hogwash, of course, but I
still hold to it. Besides, I've never met another gay guy
who kept a shitty asshole. Sure gave me the reputation as a
butt-sniffer, though, cause I had to check it out if I knew
the guy was a fellow cocksucker."
   "What happened to the guy?"
   "He's in prison. Got framed for something a couple of
his no-count 'friends' did. Oh well. I suppose he hasn't
had any trouble initiating a new shitlicker in the joint.
He's not the type to force anybody with violence, but just
looking at him makes you think twice. And if he's in the
bunk next to you, you just might ask if he'd also care to
do his pissing in your mouth."
   "Yuk!"
   "Aw, it's not so bad--as long as it's not the first
piss of the day. That's awful!"
   "Um...well..." Briggs just stood there. Walker sidled
up to him and undid his pants, then yanked them and his
white jockeys down to his ankles. Then he bent his head up
and licked underneath the tightly-drawn ballsack. Briggs
closed his eyes. His body trembled and his cock sprung up
instantly.
   "Oooh, you've got no complaints with this juicy fat
prick, man. It's pretty and looks quite suckable to me." He
pushed, causing Briggs to fall back onto the bed. Then he
ripped his shoes and socks off before sliding off the pants
and shorts, leaving Briggs gasping, near-naked, with a
towering boner pointing straight up! Walker stripped in a
flash and crawled up between the guy's legs...starting once
again lapping his balls. No way was he gonna let that prick
shoot off too soon. He'd let Briggs settle down a bit
first. Then he'd work him up to a fever pitch so that when
he threw the stud's legs back, he'd get nothing but encour-
agement to attack that juicy asshole!
   Soon, Briggs was thrashing his head from side to side.
His untouched cock was leaking profusely and he was moaning
in ecstasy.
   "Oh, eat me out! Shove your tongue in again. UH! Wow,
that's so good! Eat my hole, man. If there's any shit on
it, it's okay. I'm straight. I'm straight. Gawd, Dalton
didn't tell me the half of it. This is fucking marvelous!
Oh, man, what if I fart?"
   "Heh, heh! Fart your little asshole off, baby. I'll
just sniff 'em up."
   Twenty minutes later Walker pulled his tongue from the
widened, gaping anus.
   "Wanna try a 69?"
   "Not on your life! I would. I really would. But then I
wouldn't be straight anymore, and I sure don't wanna give
up you sucking my asshole!"
   "Baby, that rule's in the past. You can turn into a
flaming queen and I'll still suck your shitty hole out.
Man, I'd even like to suck your turds!"
   "Oh, God! Get the fuck up here. I wanna suck your dick.
I wanna suck your hot dick more than anything I ever wanted
this bad! And don't worry about that fucking check. Truth
is, that balljuice didn't taste all that bad. I just had to
tell myself that."
   Forty-five minutes later, Dalton burst through the door
to see Briggs with his legs flailing in the air and
Walker's little ass going 60 as he stuffed one willing
virgin bunghole with his 8-incher!
   "Holy moley!" he gasped. His clothes began to fly
everywhere--even before the two rutters fully realized his
presence. Dazed, they didn't mind all that much when the
stud sprawled on the bed next to them...buck naked and bone
up! "Oooh, nice to see you've been learning some new
tricks, buddy. Mind if I join you faggots? That bitch had
the nerve the tell me my butt stunk! Can you believe that
horseshit? How 'bout I hop on back and make it a deluxe
sandwich? You've been wanting it, right, Walker?"
   Briggs was glad his buddy displayed no criticism
whatsoever about his being in that position...getting
porked like a slut bitch in heat! Actually, he felt kind of
good all over when he realized he didn't care all that much
even if he did. But this way he'd definitely have a good
chance at sucking off that monster dick of his! Maybe even
trying it up his twitching rectum in time.
   "Yeah!" Dalton crowed as he slipped his big meat thru
Walker's responsive anus. "Mmmm, hot stuff. So tight! Hey,
think you might get interested in buttsucking, too,
Briggs?"
   "Uh!" Briggs groaned when Walker resumed filling his
pulsing tunnel with stiff cock. "Sure, Dalton," he
chuckled, "right after you learn how to give great
blowjobs!"
   "Yeah?" Dalton answered, unpurturbed. "Could be done,
buddy, could be done. Bite your lip, sucker, and start
practicing your Beginners Buttsniffing. Just as long as you
queers remember who's the most studly one of us. And don't
come in my mouth!"


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