Date: Wed, 18 Jul 2001 22:29:19
From: A. Burl <sxuldev8@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jason and Me (scat)

Jason and Me
by: Sxuldev8
(M/M, scat)

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under age, go away.  This story may be posted, in its entirety, anywhere
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and your hard drive will freeze in an unknown sector.


"Dude.  Just what the hell is the matter with you?"  Jason asked me.

"Nothing man. Nothing at all.  I'm fine," I answered him.  I was watching
him, hoping that he wouldn't be able to read between the lines.  I really
wanted him to believe that everything was just fine.

"Bullshit, man," he replied.  "I know you.  And you have been totally weird
for the past three days.  Come on, out with it."

I looked into Jason's eyes.  I couldn't lie to him or fake him out.  He was
and is my best bud.  We've known each other for years.  Soul mates.
Symptatico.  Whatever the term might be, it was like we were able to get
into each other's minds and feel what each other was feeling.

I'd met him at some stupid club meeting for guys who loved to play space
ball.  In case you have no idea what space ball is, let me just say that it
involves a trampoline, a net dividing the tramp, and a workout that is just
amazing.  After about 15 minutes of playing it, you feel like you've either
swum the Atlantic or rowed to Australia.

We had drawn lots and been assigned as opponents.  We were about the same
level of incompetence, but loved the physical workout.  We started hanging
together, and after a few delicate hints had discovered that we were both
gay.

Funny.  We never ever had slept together or had sex.  We talked about the
other guys we had each done and some of the "Good, bad, and truly ugly" sex
we had had.  But we connected better as friends, buddies, or whatever term
you might use when you are really in love with someone, but can't say it.

So, four years after meeting him, probably falling in love with him, I had
to face the truth.  I had to tell him.  But.  FUCK!  How could I?

"Listen man.  This is one of those things that you just don't want to know
about.  I'll be fine in a few days."  I was trying to think of something
else that I'd kept from him.  There really wasn't anything.

"Wait a minute, fucker.  We've shared everything about ourselves with each
other.  You know about my totally screwed up family.  You know about the
fact that I was seduced by my uncle when I was 13.  I know about the fact
that you love to hit the T-rooms for sex, no matter what the risk.  I know
that you're a total slut," he said, smiling at me when he said that last
remark.

"Now man," he continued.  "You can't shut me out of your life and what's
going on. I love you dude. You know that.  So.  Tell me."

"Man, I can't," I answered him.  "This is just too fucking weird to even
try to explain," I answered him.  I was starting to get worked up.  My
secret was just too awful to tell even my best friend and compadre.

Jason grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me close to him.  As he did, I
realized that I was shaking just a bit. Maybe I was more worked up than
even I'd let on.  As he pulled me to him, he did that damned eye lock with
me.  You know that look.  Eyes to eyes.  Minds melding.  I thought of
Mr. Spock.

"What?"  was all he asked.

"OK dude.  I'll tell you.  But you'll probably hate me afterwards," I was
getting depressed now.  He would hate me after I told him what I'd done.

"Listen to me, man," he said, never losing eye contact.  "I'll never hate
you.  I'll never run away from you.  You know me well enough to know that.
Now just what the fuck is it?"

I took a long breath.  I sighed.  And i took another long breath, getting
ready to tell him what had happened to me.  And why I was so shaken up by
what had happened.  "You know Jeff, right?"

"Yeah, the guy you've been seeing for a while," he answered me.

"And you know that we've been having some pretty great sex.  How I get so
turned on by his cock, especially when it's shoved in my ass and he's power
fucking me," I said.

"Oh yes.  I know. Sometimes I wish you'd shut up about his cock and how
good it is.  You know I do get jealous," Jason replied.

"I know.  That's sometimes why I describe it in such graphic detail" I said
with a sly smile on my face. " How he slides just an inch in my hole to
open me up.  Then pulls back out.  Then in again.  And out.  And he does
this until I'm screaming at him to shove it in because I need it so badly."

"Oh please, man.  Don't try to get me worked up.  You've told me this
countless times before.  Old news.  There's new news here.  What is it?"
Jason said, with a bit of testiness in his voice.

"Ok. Ok. Well, you know that three days ago we went down to that nude beach
outside of town," I started my story.

"Yeah.  You told me that you wanted to hang out at the faggot end of it.
See if the two of you could find a third for some fun," Jason recalled.

"Right.  Well, we didn't find anyone.  Spent the whole time just laying
out, being naked, and playing with each other," I reminded him, even though
he could picture this part of the story.

"Yada. Yada. Yada.  Thanks for the stage setting.  Now what the hell
happened that's made you so fucking weird man?"  he said, getting a little
more frustrated with me.

"Listen to me, Jason.  I don't know what the hell is going on with me, and
you're pushing so hard is making it harder.  Let me tell the story in my
own way!"  He nodded at me, letting me know I should continue, and also
letting a bit of the anger in his eyes diminish.

"Ok.  So, we were done with the day.  We'd loaded everything back into my
car and were headed down that road that leads to the road that leads to the
road that eventually leads to the highway.  In other words, we were on this
fucking back lane road for about 45 minutes before we were going to hit the
main roadway," I told him.

How was I going to explain what had happened?  I was starting to get
nervous again and I knew I had to tell him everything.  So, I started
talking just a bit faster.

"Well.  We'd been drinking a few beers and stuff.  And right before we
pushed off we both went into the bushes and pissed so that we wouldn't have
to stop along the way, or at least before the main highway rest area.  But,
I hadn't taken a dump that day and I didn't give it much thought either," I
relayed to Jason.

"Um, dude.  Either I'm totally dense or I just don't understand why you're
telling me this," Jason said.

I was getting embarrassed. I could feel my cheeks turning red.  I started
to look down at the floor, but Jason grabbed my jaw and held me into that
Vulcan eye lock.  All I did was blush even more.

"It's coming, Jason.  Damn.  Don't make this any worse that it already is,
man.  I'm having a hard enough time telling you this," I pleaded with him.

"Alright man.  Sorry.  I just have no idea what the importance is of when
you pissed and when you had shit has to do with your weirdness," Jason
said, with a look of concern on his face.

"Trust me.  You need to know this," I said.  Jason nodded for me to
continue. "Well, you know how long that road to the main highway is and how
slow you have to drive.  About 5 minutes into the drive, I could tell that
I was going to have to take a shit soon.  I should have gone at the pond,
but I didn't.  So here I was, driving my car and having to empty out my
butt."

"Fuck man. Why didn't you just pull over and head into the woods?" Jason
asked.

"Well, there is no real place to pull over.  You know that.  And Jeff had
asked me before we left if I had to go.  And even though you've only met
Jeff a few times, you don't know what a strict mother he is.  If he'd asked
me if I had to go, and I had told him no, and then I had to go within about
an hour, there'd be hell to pay," I explained to Jason.

"That's nuts man.  All of a sudden, you needed to dump.  What the hell is
strange about that?"  Jason asked.

"It's the timing man.  I can't explain. But I've learned not to screw up
with Jeff.  You haven't seen how red my ass was about three weeks ago when
I did.  Needless to say, my ass started aching from the need to shit big
time.  And there was nothing I could do about it.  I started driving a bit
faster, to get to the highway and that rest area that is about 5 miles
along once you hit it.

"Jeff asked me what the hell I was doing, speeding up on such a lousy road.
The first time I told him that I just wasn't watching my speed.  And I
slowed back down.  But as my ass started to ache so much; I really had to
go, I sped back up.  Then Jeff called me on it again," I tried to explain
to Jason.

All Jason did was roll his eyes.

"I'd slowed back down, but this time it was so bad from my butt aching that
I let out a huge fart.  Jeff raised an eyebrow at me but didn't say
anything.  I was concentrating on driving at a speed fast enough to get me
to the rest area but slow enough that Jeff wouldn't say anything.  I was
hoping that my fart would relieve the pressure on my butt, but it only did
for a minute or two. He was talking to me about that one hottie he'd seen
by the lake, but I really wasn't hearing it."

Jason looked at me as if I were from outer space.  But his look told me to
keep going.

"And then it happened, Jason.  I could NOT hold it anymore.  Driving down
this lane that leads to the highway.  Jeff there in the car with me.  I did
it," I hung my head in shame.

"Did WHAT????"  Jason demanded of me.

"I shit my self.  I felt it moving.  I felt it snaking out of my hole.  I
felt the first part of it press into my shorts and spread around.  I
couldn't stop it, no matter how hard I tried to.  And then I felt the mass
of it shoot out of my hole and fill my shorts," I told him. "It was a major
mess, man.  I could tell."

"Well, fuck dude.  Everyone's accidentally let a little out.  Where the
fuck do you think skid marks come from?" he asked me with a grin in his
eyes and his face.

"I'm not talking about a little.  I'm talking about totally shitting my
pants man.  Uncontrollable full dump dude.  Like someone opens the faucet
and it all comes out before the faucet is turned off again," I tried to
tell him.

He just laughed.  "So the fuck what man?  Who cares?  You messed yourself.
And I'll bet it was a bitch to clean up afterwards.  Is that it?  Is that
what has you so fucking freaked out?"  Jason was almost giggling at me.

"I wish.  Although Jeff hadn't been paying attention when I messed myself,
the stink in the air got his notice pretty quickly.  He started sniffing
the air.  Deep sniffs.  He turned at me and said to me, 'Did you just
shit?'  What could I say.  I nodded at him to tell him yes."

He then said to me, "I thought I'd asked you about your need to go before
we left.  You said you were fine.  And now you've made a mess.  I can't
believe you dude."

I told Jason, "I was mortified.  Here was a guy who I was having fun with.
Who I had just embarrassed myself totally in front of.  I had totally shit
myself.  I hadn't done that ever. What was I going to do?  How could I get
myself out of this situation? I didn't want him to be so grossed out that
he wouldn't see me anymore. I didn't know what I was going to do.  You
should have seen how red my face was from the shame of it all. And then,
Jase, here's where it gets weird and why I've been so out of it.  You ready
for this?"  I asked him.

Jason nodded yes to me.  And so I began to tell him the true story of why I
was so totally freaked out.

"Ok man.  Here goes.  Jeff started smiling at me.  I had no clue as to what
was going on.  But I did see him sniff the air a bit, sniffing the stink in
the car.  I was getting ready to roll down the windows, but he stopped me.
And here's what he said to me."

Jeff talking: "You know.  I've always wondered what an ass looks like right
after a guy has shit his shorts."

"What the hell are you talking about man?" I asked him.

"Well.  You know how much I love ass?"  I nodded an affirmative reply.
"Well, I've always played with bubble butts like yours. Nice hot ass that I
love to fuck. But sometimes I've wondered what it would look like if that
ass was filthy."

I was still totally freaked about what had just happened.  I'd had an
uncontrollable bowel movement.  And I was sitting in it.  I could feel the
shit smearing around my ass.  I knew that I'd had a big one.  And I knew
that the shit had spread out from my hole and had spread so far that I
could feel it against the base of my balls.  And it had also spread up so
that my total crack was full of nasty shit.  So I really didn't know what
to say to him.

"Man.  I'm a mess.  And I AM filthy.  But, dude, I have no idea what the
hell you're talking about."

"Listen to me.  All I want to do is see what you shitty ass looks like.
You've already made a mess of yourself.  So, all you have to do is let me
look," Jeff told me.

"I can't believe you man.  I've just shit myself.  And now you want to
LOOK?  You're fucking disgusting," I yelled at him.

"What the hell do you care?  I've told you I want to take a look at your
butt.  I've fucked you royally about 100 times.  Why do you give a crap
about what I want to see?"  Jeff asked me.

Jason's eyes started to glaze a bit.  I could tell that he was starting to
get grossed out about what I was telling him.  But then he surprised me
when he said, "Go on man.  What happened next?"  He said it with a neutral
tone.  Not making any judgment about what I was telling him.

"Well.  We talked about it some more.  I kept telling him that I was so
totally embarrassed about what had happened to me.  And he kept telling me
that he wanted to see it.  We finally agreed that since I was a mess, we'd
just keep on driving until we got to my place and he'd help clean me up.  I
knew I had to clean up the mess around my ass.  And he volunteered to help
hose me off and get rid of all of the crap that had flowed around my hole."

Jason asked me, "Were you turned on by this at all?"

"Hell no dude.  I kept feeling my face flushed from the embarrassment.  All
I wanted to do was get home and get cleaned up."

Jason's reply kind of surprised me.  He said, "Well, it sounds like Jeff
was interested.  Why did you care about what he wanted?"

"Well.  I was a stinky mess man.  And I didn't want anyone to see it.  But
he wanted to.  And he'd talked me into it.  But, dude.  I'd crapped myself.
And now someone else was gonna see it."

Jason just shook his head.

I continued the story.  "We got to my house.  Parked the car.  I got out
and could feel the load of shit hanging off my butt.  Besides the fact that
it had continued to spread while I drove, I could feel a big wad of crap in
my shorts.  I walked into my back yard, with Jeff following me.  I wanted
to just pull them off and have him use the garden hose to clean it all up."

Jason asked me, "You mean you didn't go inside?"

"FUCK NO man.  I didn't want to take it inside.  I felt some little piece
of turd drop down my shorts leg and fall down along my thigh and knee."

Jason giggled at that.  "I can just picture you walking, trying to make
sure you weren't even more of a mess."

"You fucker, I hollered at Jason.  "Jeff was laughing at me.  He commented
about the fact that the shit had spread so much that he could see the shit
had bled through my shorts and that my shorts were totally brown and wet.
He said we should just go out to a bar and see who else would notice
besides him.  I told him that all I wanted to do was clean up and forget
about the whole affair."

Jason laughed again.  "That would have been quite the sight. You, the
totally up tight, smooth stud with a crap filled butt."

I looked at him with a hard look.  Jason was taking this much differently
that I had predicted.  He was sounding more and more like someone else, not
the Jason I knew.

I decided to tell him the central part of my story.  I wanted to gross him
out now. "Ok.  So listen to me.  We were in the back yard on the deck.  I
walked over to the part where the hose was.  I just wanted to get it over
with.  Be even more embarrassed than I was already and then hope that Jeff
wouldn't hate me for being such a pig."

Jason nodded to me and with his eyes told me to continue.

I blushed again.  I couldn't help it.  Reliving this experience was one of
the most awkward times in my life.  "Well, Jeff told me to take off my
shirt and my shoes.  So I did.  Then he stood in front of me and unbuttoned
my shorts.  He told me to turn around and then, from the back, he peeled my
shorts off.  As he did that, the stink from my shit covered ass and the
shit in the shorts filled the air.  Even though there was a bit of a
breeze, both of us could smell the stench."  I wrinkled my nose, just
remembering that moment.

"Jeff then told me to get down on my hands and knees and to put my ass up
into the air and to put my face down onto my forearms.  Because he'd
dropped my shorts down by my shoulder, I could really smell it.  I didn't
even want to look at the mess in my shorts, so I closed my eyes. I heard
him walk away from me on the deck.  I thought he was going to go start up
the hose so he could clean me up.  Relief was on my mind.  But then," I
paused.

"What dude?" Jason asked.  "Don't stop there.  I want to know."

"Damn it, Jason, this is tough for me.  But anyway.  I felt him come up
behind me. And then, I felt his hand rub on my butt.  I jumped, trying to
move away.  I almost screamed at him, 'What the fuck are you doing?'  But
then I felt his hand start to massage my ass.  And, Jason, I don't know how
to tell you this, but it felt good." I looked at Jason to see what his
reaction was to what I had just told him.

He didn't look totally shocked.  But I couldn't tell whether he was
fascinated or repulsed at what I was telling him.  I really couldn't read
him at that moment.  So I just plowed ahead, hoping for the best.

"Well, he kept on rubbing my ass.  I knew that he was smearing the shit
from my ass all over it.  He was telling me how pretty my ass was and how
smooth it felt. I started to get hard, with him rubbing my ass.  Regardless
of the fact that he was smearing my shit over the rest of my butt, his
rubbing my butt was making me get boned big time."

I paused for just a second before I continued.  "Then I felt his hand reach
around me and grab my bone.  His hand was covered in shit, but at that
point I didn't care. I felt his crap covered hand begin to stroke my cock
and all I could do was moan in pleasure.  I was freaking out.  I mean, here
I was being turned on by a guy playing with my shitty ass and working my
prick at the same time!

"And then I felt him take a few fingers and run them up my crack. He told
me how good my ass looked and how much he loved looking at my shitty
butt. And then, Jason, I felt his dick slam into my hole!" I exclaimed. "He
must have coated his cock with my shit for lube.  I can never take him dry
so that's what he must have done."

Jason's mouth dropped wide open.  I could tell that he was stunned at what
I had just told him.  I kept on going, the words rushing out of me.

"He fucked me.  He fucked me hard.  I felt his prong working in and out of
my hole. The stink was incredible.  My hole was getting fucked royally by
his big dick.  We could both hear the squish sounds of the shit that was
lubing my hole as he pumped in and out of me.  I felt his crotch stick to
my ass, the shit providing the glue that held us together.  The stink was
even stronger.  I was moaning for him to fuck me harder and harder.  It was
the toughest fuck he'd ever thrown into my chute," I said.  I could also
feel my cock start to rise in my shorts in the room with Jason as I relived
that particular moment.  It was so horny.

Jason looked at me with amazement.  "What happened next, man?"

I kept on going with the tale.  "We must have fucked for about 5 minutes
and then I felt him shoot inside my hole.  Right before he did he just
slammed his dick in me and held it there.  Then I felt his cock swell up
and shoot his spooge way up inside me.  He must have dumped a cup of cum in
there.  And at the end of it he just fell onto my back and laid there."

Jason then said to me, "And what happened after that?"  That was all he
asked me.

I looked him totally in the eyes and said, "And then Jeff pulled out of me.
I raised up and opened my eyes totally amazed at what had just
happened. And he walked around to my front so I could see him.  His crotch
was covered in my crap.  It was totally brown.  And his dick was totally
covered in my shit.  Big cakes of it on the shaft and his nuts were covered
too.  And I was so overcome with lust, that I just opened my mouth."

"No lie?" Jason asked, for the first time truly amazed at what I was
telling him.

"No lie. He walked towards me and shoved that shit covered cock in my
mouth.  And I sucked it.  I was tasting my shit on his cock.  I was sucking
him clean, cleaning all the crap that had been deposited on it and
swallowing it too," I stopped, not able to say any more. My shorts were now
totally tented with my retelling this part of my story.

Jason, looking down at my boned crotch, inquired, "There's a bit more to
this, isn't there?"

"Yes, Jason there is.  I liked it.  In fact, after the first taste and
swallowing that shit that was on his prick, I shot.  And I mean I had the
biggest orgasm of my life.  I mean, I've had good sex before but this was
the most out of orbit experience I'd ever had.  Jason, I'm telling you that
I loved it.  I loved being messy.  I loved the feeling of my shit being
rubbed into my butt.  I was in heaven getting shit fucked. I enjoyed having
his cock shooting cum into my shitty ass. I loved sucking shit. And now I
don't know what I'm going to do.  How can anyone want to be around me with
me being a shit lover? I mean, I LOVE shit, Jason.  Please don't hate me,"
I said with tears forming in my eyes.

I saw a transformation come over Jason.  His eyes were telling me something
I'd never seen.  I saw him scrunch up his eyes.  I was ready for him to
either hit me or go running out of the room.  And then it happened.

I heard him let out a fart.  I saw him bear down.  And the scent of shit
filled the room where we were sitting.  Then he stood up.  Didn't say a
word to me.  He took off his shirt and shoes.  And then he pulled down his
pants.  He'd shit them totally.  He turned around showing me his totally
messed ass.  Then he said, looking over his shoulder at my face and my
stunned expression, a huge smile on his angelic face, "Well, pigboy, if you
liked your own, you'll love mine."

All I could do was drop to my knees and wait for him to shove his butt onto
my wide open mouth. And I did love it.  And I still love it.  Jason and I
have been lovers ever since.  I had no idea he was such a pig.

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