Date: Fri, 24 Aug 2001 22:02:22 -0700
From: Roderick Shafton <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: RENEGADE MONASTERY (Scat)

		    RENEGADE MONASTERY

   It was 1840 when I came upon The Monastery of San Marco.
Located in a remote jungle area of Puerto Rico, I came to
believe that the Order, if it still knew of the monastery's
existence, had not had official contact with them for decades.
My own travels had taken over a month to reach the area.
Needless to say, I was astonished to find the rambling facility
occupied.
   Though surprised to see me enter their forecourt, they
welcomed me with friendly hospitality and offered food and
lodging. Supposing it had been a long time since a stranger had
visited, I wasn't as offended as I normally would have been
over the physical contact they all initiated. Constantly brush-
ing up against me, touching my hands, arms and shoulders...
seemed strange for self-professed hermits.
   Many of the robed brothers seemed quite young. Extraordi-
narily, a couple could have been no more than 13. Novices,
I presumed. Brother Terrence, who arranged for and led me to a
bath, was no more than 24. He not only stayed the entire time
but insisted on washing my back for me. I could hardly protest.
I certainly didn't want to offend them after all their
hospitality. He seemed to dwell on my nakedness more than
curiosity dictated, and that made me a bit uncomfortable. I
took it in stride, however, imagining how difficult a life of
celibacy must be. His gleaming smile made me recall those
rumors I'd often heard about such places being hotbeds of
unnatural lust.
   One thing that struck me as peculiar was that the great
majority of them were white, English-speaking Americans,
particularly the younger ones. There was local color, of
course, like Brother Felipe, along with a various collection of
other nationalities. There was Brother Lee, an oriental, and
Brother Alphonse, a towering black man who spoke English with a
distinctly British accent.
   Given the freedom of the place, I spent many hours
exploring the vast ruins. At times the place was bustling with
silent activity. At other times nearly everyone had disap-
peared. I presumed they had religious activities to attend to.
   On my third day I was browsing through the library. When I
tried to pull down a rather odd looking volume entitled The
Mystic Circle, I could not retract it, only bend the top down a
bit. But something else happened. Part of the bookcase swung
outward from the wall about two feet. Looking around behind it
I saw the entrance to what seemed like some ancient secret
corridor. Not secret to them, I discovered, when I ventured
into the candlelit passageway and heard the entrance close
behind me. I slowly made my way along the narrow, musty
corridor until I came to a turn. The way ahead was total
blackness but I could see a crack of light in the distance
so I continued on.
   I'd walked no more than ten feet before I was suddenly set
upon by groping hands! I gasped in shock and terror...until a
gentle whisper came from behind. I knew instantly it was the
voice of Brother Terrence as his lips touched my ear.
   "Relax, friend. All is well. Enjoy our ministrations and
you'll soon be on your way."
   Their ministrations consisted of fondling my privates,
baring my chest and maneuvering my trousers down! Suddenly,
those hands were caressing me all over. Soon, lips were put
into action as they proceeded to lick my body all over. My
chest, legs, armpits, my back, my cock and balls, and my
bottom! My prick was quickly consumed by an eager mouth.
Someone else was avidly sucking on my balls. Then I let out a
startled gasp as a wet tongue began to trail up and down my
bottom crack. Fingers were wrenching my cheeks apart. A rush of
cold air blew over my moist anus just before the tongue began
to frantically lick it in a most obscene manner!
   At least four or five men were going at me, but I could
make out others nearby in the darkness. The sounds of sucking
and slurping told me I was not the only one being so pleasantly
molested. A randy fellow since my early youth, I welcomed their
attentions and surrrendered myself to their lusty actions.
Occasional rustling made it evident that others wanted to touch
me. They were constantly coming and going...a different mouth
would engulf my cock every few minutes, a new tongue on my
balls, and at least a dozen or more faces were thrust up my
buttocks to get a taste of my asshole.
   They were so close I often brushed against them to find
tremendous erections tenting their robes. A few had slung them
over their shoulder, brazenly exposing their complete nakedness
in the dark. Within moments most robes had been totally
discarded to afford more freedom of movement. One brother to my
right, licking my chest and nipples, was being sucked by some-
one on their knees before him. Then similarly, the brother on
my left was being sucked. Besides what I could feel for myself,
the salacious sounds of cocks being sucked and bottoms being
licked made it quite clear that these brothers did indeed enjoy
these forbidden, illicit pleasures. I wondered what the Abbot,
Brother Dominic, would say if he knew about the corridor and
the carnal pleasures being taken anonymously. I was sure he was
unaware of it, and would severely discipline them should he
find out about their secret rendezvous and the indecencies they
engage in.
   It mattered not to me. I thrust into the mouth presently
sucking me and urged the fellow on. He took my rough strokes
without complaint, displaying an expertise from many years of
experience.
   By the time they'd all had a go at me, I was frantic to
spend. Instead, they all backed away as my ear was again given
a suggestion.
   "Step out of your pants and follow me."
   I did so, anxious to experience whatever might follow.
Brother Terrence led me down the corridor by my cock! His hand
was gently wrapped around my shaft as we headed toward the
crack of light.
   "You boys sure are a randy bunch for monks," I chuckled.
"Ever get caught?"
   "Oh, we are the circumspect ones of the order. Guilt and
embarrassment force us to perform our unchaste acts in the
dark. Even though we are mostly aware of who each other is, we
are able to avoid any recognition or discussion of these
activities outside, and we refrain from speaking while in here.
But, here, you can see how the others behave."
   He slid a panel to the side, opening a viewing window to a
brightly lit, large room with comfortable chairs, tables, and
an abundance of large pillows strewn about. More than twenty
brothers were inside. I backed away so as to remain unseen.
   "Hey, you don't want them to see you, do you?" I hissed.
   "Oh, it doesn't matter. This panel is for our viewing
pleasure...a simple compensation for our reluctance to fully
participate. We admire the brothers for their ability to be
open and shameless in their lust, but are unable to get beyond
our sense of propriety except in the dark where we take our
pleasures furtively. But watch, the session is about to begin."
   Looking about more closely, I was astonished to see the
Abbot amongst them. He, like many others of those sitting, had
a hand thrust beneath his robe, obviously playing with himself.
There was Brother Alphonse beside him. Brother Felipe was
standing nearby, his hand fondling the bottom of one of the
younger boys, Brother Thomas. Brother Thomas, no more than
twelve, was groping the front of Brother Thomas' robe! Then I
noticed that others were similarly engaged in mutual fondlings.
Though no overt activities were being performed, I could sense
the anticipation of sexual lechery in the assemblage.
   Suddenly, Brother Dominic lifted his robe and exposed his
large, stiff member to the crowd. Spreading his naked legs
apart, he nodded to one of the youngest boys, a mere child of
13, Brother Lionel. Immediately, the boy rushed forward,
dropped to his knees between the old monk's legs, and grasped
the rigid cock. He fondled it in obvious excitement for a few
moments, then bent over and stuffed it into his mouth!
Shamelessly, he began to suck the old monk's prick, using his
other hand to fondle the Abbot's hairy balls.
   Brother Alphonse stood and pulled his robe up over his head
and tossed it aside. Completely naked, with a towering erection
sticking from his loins, he sat back down. Brother Joseph, a
beautiful fair-haired young man of 17 or 18, approached.
Instead of kneeling, he bent at the waist and took the enormous
black cock into his fist. He began to lick the organ up and
down the sides, also licking the man's large ballsack before
taking the fat knob into his mouth and nursing it.
   Brother Herman, an older man in his forties, apparently
needed no explicit recognition to begin. He walked up behind
Brother Joseph, reached down and grabbed the hem of his robe,
and threw it over the young man's back, exposing his bare
bottom. Brother Joseph, apparently used to being desired,
spread his legs wider as the older monk knelt down and felt his
bottom cheeks and spread them before lewdly thrusting his
tongue up the boy's rearend and salaciously licking out his
asshole!
   Brother Gordon, a burly man, also rose and removed his
garment. But rather than sitting, he knelt upon his chair,
thrusting his large bottom out. Reaching back, he pulled his
buttocks open, exposing his hairy crack and the large anus in
the center. Before any of those standing around could get to
it, Brother Henry, sitting next to him, quickly knelt on the
floor and buried his face in the disgusting-looking crevice and
began to lick the monk's entire crack in a most obscene manner!
   With a similar penchant, Brother Leonard lifted his robe
along with his legs. Planting his feet upon the chair, he
thrust his bottom outward and lewdly began to push his anus in
and out in wanton invitation. A monk quickly stepped forward
and crouched before him. Using his fingers to pry the hair-
ringed orifice open, he drove his tongue into the man's
steaming interior and proceeded to eat it out!
   Couplings and groups were forming in rapid succession.
Brother Felipe had the 15-year-old Thomas over him as they
sprawled on the floor. He was licking the boy's asshole while
Thomas was sucking the monk's brown cock. I was absolutely
flabbergasted at the way he, and the youngster between the
Abbot's thighs, could suck a prick with such abandon.
   Then I shook my head in wonder when the Abbot raised his
legs to have his anus licked by the sweet child. Brother Lionel
proved he could perform as lasciviously as the others. He
lapped his tongue up and down the older man's asscrack, licked
his mature, wrinkled anus, and stuck his tongue up the man's
hole to lick out his rectum!
   Robes were lifted, removed, or simply slung over the
shoulder as cocks were being sucked and stroked, balls laved,
assholes licked, and even lips met in hungry passion. A few of
the brothers were doubled over, eager to have a prick shoved up
their behind. Instances of buggery were taking place here and
there as assholes were offered in open invitation...generally
moist from having been licked quite thoroughly.
   "My god, what have you got going here?" I gasped. "Hidden
in a remote outpost, an unholy order of lusty degenerates
committing vulgar sordidness with each other and using young,
vulnerable children for your orgiastic pleasures? FUCK, MY
PRICK'S HARD!"
   Brother Terrence chuckled. He reached down and replaced my
hand with his own, administering only the slightest caresses in
order to forestall my impending orgasm.
   "Withhold your ardor, my friend," he whispered. "There is
more to see and I want you to be at your height of excitement
for it. Also, I want you overwhelmed with need. And when you
can stand it no longer, I want you to thrust your magnificent
prick up my ass and fuck me mercilessly. I want you to ram me
with a viciousness you've never known. I want your prick to
punish me for all my evil thoughts and desires, for all the
cocks I've sucked and the asses I've used my tongue to clean.
Punish me for so avidly devouring the warm, creamy sperm of
other men. Punish me for wallowing in the disgusting filth I
love to lick from other men's shitholes. Then force me to suck
your prick clean as a final attonement for my loathsome sins."
   "I will," I promised. "You're such a disgustingly naughty
man of the cloth, Terrence. I should have known that was you to
first lick my dirty asshole."
   "Mmm, yes. It was most delicious, but I was rather selfish
to the others. They would have enjoyed your nasty flavor, too."
   "Oh? Some of the others also debase themselves by licking
dirty holes?
   "My friend, none of the brothers has wiped his anus in
years. That youngster you saw lapping Brother Dominic's
wrinkled old gash was licking off the remnants of his morning
shitting. And the homely-looking brother with his face
presently flush with Brother Alphonse's black, sweltering
buttocks, is only one of many who favor the taste of his
pungently heady African shit! It amuses him to occasionally pay
us a visit here in the darkness. His ebony bottom is every bit
in demand amongst us as it is in there. I've even...but perhaps
later, after you've seen more. The Abbot is getting up. If he,
as he usually does for our benefit, lays with his head in our
direction, you'll witness his greatest pleasure. Yes, Brother
Theodore has removed his robe and approaches."
   Brother Theodore approached, alright, with a massive prick
in his hand! Brother Lionel, never seemingly far from the
Abbot, begins to run his little tongue up and down the incred-
ible shaft. His robe has been removed, showing that his youth
is no detriment to his natural lustiness...a small, hard little
prick is standing up proudly from his hairless groin.
   His lubrication duties well performed, the boy scurries
around and plants his feet on either side of Brother Dominic's
head. When the old Abbot raised his legs, he grabs the man's
ankles and helps him to double over with his bottom high and
splayed in open invitation to Brother Theodore's majestic
weapon.
   More a matter of homage, I think, Brother Theodore bends
over and applies a few licks and sucks on the big man's ass-
hole. Then he raises up and crouches just enough to drive his
prick into the Abbot's stinking interior. One steady plunge and
the man is fully impaled without a hint of discomfort. Hard to
imagine that. More likely the old monk relishes the pain of
being stuffed with so formidable an engine.
   Slowly and deliberately, Brother Theodore begins to bugger
the old rogue's well-used ass with deep, penetrating strokes
that soon have Brother Dominic's hole stretched wide from his
incredible thickness.
   Still holding the man's ankles back, Lionel squats down and
presses his little asshole onto the Abbot's mouth. It's licked
and sucked with torrid enthusiasm, pried open, and tongue-
stuffed as completely as the man is capable.
   "So, the Abbot's penchant is getting royally fucked while
sucking a little boy's hot shithole," I remarked.
   "In part," Terrence said with calm nonchalance, suggesting
more was in the offing.
   I hesitated to ask, so I didn't. I scanned the room,
observing the various connections of cloistered men in heat.
Cocks were being licked in pairs. Some had two pairs of lips
sliding along the shaft. Nary an asshole was without a tongue,
a finger, or a prick working inside. Mostly, now, it was hard,
demanding pricks slamming in and out of upthrust bottoms with a
licentious burning hunger to be screwed like a whore! Some
sucked pricks while being buggered, others preferred their
tongue up a smelly asshole--showing little concern as to whose
asshole is presented to them. A few stood bent over while being
fucked, but most of them preferred being on all fours with
their rumps in the air. Somewhat more salacious being used that
way, I presumed. Only one couple fucked missionary style--two
monks in their twenties who were sharing a passionate kiss to
augment their coupling.
   I'd only recently adjusted to the fact that those assholes
being licked were all brought to the party in a soiled,
unwashed state. By now they'd all been thoroughly licked and
were in such pristine condition that I no longer dwelled on
that distasteful idea. Surveying what was now a somewhat normal
orgy of unbridled carnal release, I soon observed occasional
incidents of disgraceful behavior that quickly developed into a
mass epidemic of the most shocking, scandalous displays of
obscene vileness. They were pausing in their buggery to retract
their soiled pricks and put them into someone's mouth! Someone
kneeling nearby with obvious anticipation. Not one fucking was
without its observer...a brother who wishes that cock pulled
out and stuffed into his mouth...a brother who desires to clean
a cock fresh from the smoldering depths of another man's
rectum...a brother eager to lick and eat the shit of one monk
from another monk's filthy, dung-smeared cock!
   "Yikes!" I gasped. "Look at them! They're eating shit from
cocks!"
   "Yes," Terrence cooed with undisguised envy. "I adore a
stiff, juicy cock in my mouth fresh from a hot bottom. When you
fuck me, I want you to get your prick as dirty as you can. I
said I'd suck it for you, and I intend to. Most of the brothers
enjoy a dirty cock to suck, and I've committed such lecheries
in here and have enjoyed my brothers' bitterness many times,
but I find it most exquisite when it comes from my own ass!"
   "Hmm, any more surprises?"
   "Oh, goodness!" He quickly glanced through the panel in a
panic. "Fine, we didn't miss it. But it won't be long. Keep
your eyes fixed on Brother Dominic."
   I shrugged and did as he suggested. That huge cock was
still packing the old fart's keester, though with decidedly
more rapid movements. The Abbot's mouth was still glued to
Lionel's ass, but whenever he moved back I could clearly see
the little pooch was gaping considerably. The old reprobate
certainly had a tongue that could loosen up a young hole. Guess
he worked it around in....HEY! HOLY FUCK, THE KID'S ASSHOLE IS
OPENING UP AND HE'S TAKING A SHIT!!
   Oh, yes. The Abbot's favorite. Lionel must have winked or
somehow signalled him, because Brother Theodore was now
slamming his prick mercilessly into the Abbot's hole. That made
the Abbot delirious with joy...that and the stinky turd his
tongue was avidly licking the juice from! As if from much
practice, Lionel managed to expell his roll of shit slowly and
seductively to allow the unholy cleric time to inhale every
humid fragrance and lap off every trace of sour shitjuice as it
came to light. By the man's enthusiasm, he probably considered
the smell divine and the taste a zesty mixture of earthy
delights!
   The Abbot soon outdid himself. Not content with publicly
executing the most horrendously obscene spectacle of perversion
I could ever fathom, he put his mouth over the end of Lionel's
hanging turd and began to suck it! Still not content, he sealed
his banishment from Heaven's Gate when he began to eat the
boy's turd! The little boy on his face, taking a big poop in
his superior's mouth, lifted the man's prick and proceed to
suck it with eager anticipation of the monk's impeding
explosion!
   Not until the youngster's shit was completely devoured did
that occur. But when it did there was no doubt that Lionel's
mouth was being forcefully and repeatedly inundated with gushes
of warm, tangy sperm from the old fuck's well-maintained,
fully-packed balls. Though he had to gulp quickly to contain
the eruption, Lionel was no beginner. He guzzled the man's hot
jism with only a single trail dripping from his hairless chin.
   After that outrage, I fully expected Theodore to yank his
slimy cock out and stuff it into the boy's mouth. Instead, he
backed away and layed on the floor while another monk proceeded
to eat out the Abbot's battered and gaping asshole. One more
shock was in store for me, however, when Brother Theodore swung
his legs up and back over his head, taking his own cockhead
into his mouth and sucking the Abbot's slime and shit off! Two
monks, handsome young men, joined him--helping the cleanup by
running their tongues up and down the still-rigid shaft, over
the crinkles of his moist ballsack, and into his bottom.
   Brother Alphonse lay back on a pile of pillows idly
watching while massaging a massive prick until a middle-aged
monk approached him. In moments, after some cursory lubrication
applied with his tongue, he was sitting astride Brother
Alphonse, joyfully riding his capacious asshole up and down the
monstrous shaft. Years of buggery obviously conditioned him to
such massiveness, as he had no trouble slamming his hungry
bottom all the way down to the black man's hairy balls. In a
display that convinced me the monks had absolutely no
discerning prejudices when their lust was involved, a brother
in his thirties and one no more than 19 or 20 maneuvered their
faces to either side of the man's buttocks and began to lick
Brother Alphonse's cock shaft while it screwed the old rake.
They lapped the gritty slime as eagerly as every other
debauchery was performed. Though it was impossible for me to
determine--given the coal darkness of the shaft and my distance
from the action--I had little doubt that such a huge cock was
dragging an abundance of shit and other dredges every time the
pale, still-trim bottom slid upward to hug that fat knob. If
so, it certainly didn't faze the two lickers...who now had the
added incentive of tongues being thrust up their own unguarded
assholes.
   Here and there I noticed other monks shitting. Into a hand,
onto a chest, in a mature mouth. I gave up expecting any sense
of decorum whatsoever when I noticed a handsome young monk
squatting lewdly upon a small wooden table, his robe clutched
around him. In full view of the assemblage a large thick turd
started coming out of his ass. Several of the monks passed by,
stopping to get down and take a quick sniff while the young man
was shitting. Two of them licked it, while one monk ran two
fingers up and down the slimy thing and licked them as he
walked off. The other snatched the turd with his hand and took
it to his mouth to suck.
   Brother Gordon, a few feet away, was likewise defecating
onto the floor. I wondered why no one seemed eager to suck and
eat the foul object--considering how other turds were being
adored around the room--when all became clear. When fat-assed
Gordon plopped the lengthy thing from his fuzzy rump and spun
around with his expansive bottom raised and available, he bent
down and began to lick along the fat snake that he'd just
produced. A pale, skinny monk with an impressive organ walked
over brandishing his cock. He bent over and took and few quick
licks on Gordon dirty hole, then shoved his cock in there.
Taking a firm hold of the jelly-butt, he proceeded to shag
Brother Gordon with rough impunity. It was just the impetus
Brother Gordon needed to complete his ritual. What the Abbot
had done with Lionel seemed merely innocent fun compared to the
blatantly obscene visage of Gordon eating his entire thick and
meaty turd from the floor!
   "A fine example of holiness and chastity, I must say." The
sarcasm in my voice was unmistakable, but Terrence only
laughed.
   "What I didn't mention earlier was that Brother Alphonse
once took a shit in my mouth and allowed me to suck on his
turd. It was a very thrilling experience."
   "If you can do something as filthy as that, why aren't you
in there with the others? Surely there's little consequence for
you to be open about it. You'd fit right in."
   "That's so true. But, you see, with me it's not so much a
matter of humiliation and embarrassment. I simply don't trust
my impulses with so much freedom. I fear I'd be even more of a
spectacle than Brother Gordon or the Abbot. As it is, this has
me all fired up to the point I've an overwhelming desire to
suck one of your turds right here on the spot!"
   "Well, forget that for now. I gotta fuck before I blow my
wad in the air. Bend over so I can plug you."
   After giving my prick a few lubricating licks, Brother
Terrence assumed the position at once, giving me the added
pleasure of lifting his robe and exposing his bottom. Once I'd
flung the material onto his back, he quickly pulled it the rest
of the way off, leaving him naked. There was just enough light
filtering in that I could plainly see his twitching asshole and
the fine ring of hair surrounding it. Maybe it was all the
uninhibited debauchery I'd witnessed, or perhaps because I
rather envied their unbridled comaraderie, but something
possessed me to bend down and give his asshole a taste. I
licked it all over. I discovered he'd not been licked recently,
as I could discern the unmistakable flavor of leftover shit on
his asshole. To be honest, I knew what to expect the moment I
got close and smelled it. Yet I stuck out my tongue and began
licking his dirty hole. It stunk and it tasted bitter, but
there was something so incredibly erotic about performing the
vulgar act that I spent more time at it than I'd planned.
Brother Terrence had a nicely trim, pale bottom.
   I lapped his entire crack, licking his sweat and tasting
his shit. I even found the cheesi-ness of his trench suffi-
ciently enticing enough to pry his cheeks apart and dip my
tongue into the opening. Brother Terrence moaned and his
asshole fully relaxed to beckon me further. What the hell, I'd
gone that far. Okay, so I was enjoying it. So much so that I
decided to crouch down and give him a bang-up job. It was a
good idea, I decided, because it was taking my mind off my
prick, allowing it to calm down.
   It was still harder than a rock, of course, but at least it
wasn't throbbing so precariously. That didn't remain true for
long, however, because once I pushed my tongue back into his
steaming hole I got charged up over the new and overwhelming
sensations of deliciousness! Delicious in the sense of forbid-
den lusts, that is, although I have to admit finding the mushy
pocket of shit just beyond his ring was definitely the catalyst
that caused me to drill him as deeply as possible and rotate my
tongue around in an attempt to lick the walls of his filthy
rectum! Finally withdrawing my shit-coated tongue, I had a
momentary rush of embarrassment that made me want to wipe it on
something. That was fleeting. So fleeting I felt guilty when I
drew my tongue back into my mouth and savored the tang of his
slag.
   "Oh, that was a wonderful surprise!" he gushed. "Now fuck
me. Screw my worthless ass into a pulp!"
   "I just ate some of your pulp!" I scowled, plunging my cock
into his depths.
   It wasn't a long fuck, but it was a good one. I gave him
the drilling he wanted--blasting a torrent of balljuice up his
silky, clenching fuckhole. It was a magnificent fuck, one I'd
never imagined could be had up the rearend of another man. It
would not be my only excursion into buggery, that was a
certainty. Though I'd made no particular efforts to coat my
prick, when I pulled the slimy thing out he was as pleased as
could be. Coated with lots of cum and enough streaks of shit to
satisfy him, he engulfed my cock and proceeded to lick the
grunge from my knob and around the rim of the head. I supposed
there was a goodly amount hiding there from the salacious moans
he emitted. Then he licked my shaft clean and tongued my sweaty
balls. I stood there in exhausted afterglow, allowing him to
lick and clean me wherever he wanted.
   My gaze turned toward the panel. I felt a wave of amusement
seeing the young Lionel being cocksucked by Brother Alphonse.
As the boy shivered in ecstasy, he flooded the monk's mouth. He
stayed in position after spending, then the youngster proceeded
to piss down the black monk's throat. Not one to miss any
opportunity at lewdness, the big man greedily gulped down the
boy's sizzling offering.
   That brought about a round of pissing--monk's urinating
into each other's mouths just for the pleasure of doing it.
When Terrence again took my prick into his mouth, I held his
head tightly and began to piss down his throat! He gurgled and
gagged a little, but managed to take it with only a few streams
running down his chin. Gasping for breath, finally, he said it
had been a marvelous surprise...something he'd never done
before. Then he began fisting his rigid cock and reminded me of
his desire to suck one of my turds.
   "It would be a pleasure to suck on your shit while I
spend."
   I was sated and only moderately interested, but felt I owed
him his odd pleasure for the fine fuck he'd given me. As I
stared at his cock I got an impulse at how to make the nasty
business a bit more thrilling for us both.
   "Listen," I said, "I'm only gonna pop my first turd into
your mouth--just one big turdball you can suck on. That way we
won't make a mess we'll have to clean up. And, since this is
the right time and I may never do it again, I'm going to suck
your prick while I shit."
   "Oh, that'd be marvelous!"
   "Yeah, well give me some time to get used to it before you
blow the back of my head off, okay? If I'm gonna take your
balljuice down my throat I need some practice at having a stiff
cock in my mouth."
   He assured me I could suck it as much and as long as I
wanted, for he fully intended to withhold spending until he'd
swallowed a plentiful amount of my shitjuice.
   I squatted over him and gingerly sat on his mouth. He
languidly began to eat my hole out, burying his tongue as far
as he could reach. I could feel it wiggling around in there. No
doubt he was hoping to find something slick and rocky to lap
his licker over. I bore down in an attempt to push something
he'd like against his tongue and give him a preview. I couldn't
tell if it worked because his tonguing couldn't have been any
more insistent than it already was.
   I reached for his prick and felt it. I'd never held another
man's cock before that, though I'd long ago admitted a secret
fascination to myself. This was certainly the moment to avail
myself of the opportunity. It felt good. I leaned over and
smelled it. Not that I was worried about where it might have
been--I'd always wondered how, or even if, a cock had a
particular smell. His did, but it was only the bare aroma of
the male privates I'd already gotten from my own fingers. That
was good enough. I'd always enjoyed the smell on my hand after
handling my prick and especially my balls. My balls. His balls.
I bent down and buried my face between his legs, nuzzling his
humid sack. Now this was more like it! Yes, quite intoxicating
smelling another man's balls! I began to lick them. Why not,
I'd licked out his dirty shithole and I was going to cocksuck
him. I lapped his hairy nuts, determined to get my fill of this
unnatural intimacy in case my conscience later holds me back. I
doubted that, however. I was too entranced with the smell and
taste of his genitals to not grasp any future opportunity with
eagerness.
   When I'd laved them clean and sparkling, I began to run my
tongue up his cockshaft. The instant my tongue touched his cock
I was filled with an overwhelming impatience to take his entire
prick into my mouth and suck it until my lips fell off! Oh,
what joy there is in another man's meat! How did I avoid such
absolute euphoria all this time? I licked him up and down, up
and down, relishing the sensation of feeling his cock twitch
from my touch, sensing the heated rush of pumping blood against
my tongue. I could tease myself no longer. I raised up and
looked down at the long pole in my grip...at the big rounded
head so pink and smooth...at the hole in the center that would
send gushes of creamy juice into my mouth, over my teeth and
tongue, and down my throat. I had no hesitation about eating
his spend, I'd often eaten my own and found its tang uniquely
delicious. Yes, perhaps any man's cock would be worth sucking.
One man's balls must be pretty much the same as another's.
   Then again...I was beginning to think like this bunch--no
discrimination--put your tongue up to any dirty shithole and
lick it clean! And if you'll do that, why not have a man shit
in your mouth so you can suck on his turd? What matter that it
comes from a grossly inflated bottom like Brother Gordon's, a
sweltering black one like Brother Alphonse, or the tender
sweetness of one of the younger boys? No, not to my way of
thinking. I was suddenly shocked as I pictured myself on my
knees before one of the brothers--the strikingly handsome boy
of 17--his beautifully chiseled ass preparing to drop a
steaming turd into my open mouth! EGAD! This brazen idiocy was
restructuring my entire sexual attitudes. I had to finish this
business and be gone before I found myself irreparably addicted
to the vilest of perversions!
   But first, I had a fascinating cock to suck. I went down on
Brother Terrence and enveloped his masculinity to a comfortable
length. I had to dismiss my first impression. It was much too
fanciful. Ah, but it was true. Nothing ever, of any kind, had
felt so perfect in my mouth. And the gentle sucking I began
only reinforced my opinion that no finer thing could I
experience than sucking another man's stiff prick!
   I instantly gained an insight at how some men in the
streets or in a public house are driven to so brazenly accost
strangers and made lewd suggestions. I'd been approached on a
few occasions and demurred, displaying a respectable amount of
disgust while containing my outraged anger like a gentleman. I
was witness to one such young man in a public house. He was
pleasantly good-looking, but his behavior totally confounded
me. In the comfort room he knelt, beckoning strangers with a
willingness to oblige all comers. The men heaped scorn upon
him, spat insults and curses, making it beyond comprehension
when they nevertheless stepped up to the young man and pulled
their pricks out! They'd refuse his request to pull their balls
out, too, so he could smell them. Instead, he might get that
prick slapped across his face a few times for even daring to
voice such a vulgar thing as finding pleasure by smelling a
man's dirty stinking balls!
   Even while grunting and making every effort to choke the
young man by roughly driving their cock down his throat, they
continued their barage of humiliating comments. They'd shake
and shiver, flooding his mouth with the object of his desire,
then without a simple thank you for the pleasure he'd bestowed
upon them, they'd growl one final cocksucker! or profess true
justice would be that they should piss down the young man's
throat...before backing away so the next man can take his
place. All the while, the young man endured their insults with
meek servility. It was the price he was willing to pay for the
pleasure of sucking their cocks and drinking their balljuice.
Even the eruption from the foulest of his antagonists brought a
rapturous moan from his guts as he swallowed the heavenly
cockbatter that was his lifeblood and the pinacle of his sexual
fulfillment. I did not partake of his services. I found him sad
and lost to be so desperate for committing obscene acts that he
allows himself to be subjected to such derision...kneeling in a
room where other men shit, sperm dripping from his chin as he
beckons the next man to use his mouth as a cunt. Had I only
known, I would have gotten down on the floor and opened his
pants. I would have reveled in the chance to suck his sturdy
young prick while he feasted on ignorant strangers.
   As I worked my lips and tongue over Brother Terrence's
delicious prick, I wondered if some men found a special
excitement sucking men who disparage their desires while taking
full advantage of them. Surely a more delightful entanglement
is sucking a man who is sucking you. Perhaps the young man
derived a triumph of sorts. After all, when the humiliation
subsided he remained the victor. His tummy was full of ball
cream and the lingering taste of sperm would remain in his
mouth for a while.
   That probing tongue up my shithole was loosening me up. I
was prepared to shit and I was prepared to suck. But when I
heard rustling nearby I hissed that we might have company. We
couldn't see them in the blackness, but the vision of cocks
being handled and fingers stuffed up assholes was quite vivid,
nonetheless. When Terrence replied that it mattered not, I felt
an extra charge of lewdness knowing we were being observed.
   I slobbered over his cock and readjusted my bottom. I
wanted it positioned just right so my turd would have a direct
line into his mouth. I knew I should be circumspect, but the
realization of what he was going to do and the magnificent
piece of flesh in my mouth brought out my nastiest impulses.
   "AH, SUCK THAT HOLE, TERRENCE! SUCK OUT MY SHITHOLE AND GET
READY TO HAVE A NICE JUICY TURDBALL SHITTED INTO YOUR MOUTH!
WHEN YOU'VE SUCKED ALL THE FILTHY JUICE OUT OF IT, GIVE ME YOUR
LOAD. I'M READY. I LOVE YOUR PRICK AND I WANT YOU TO EMPTY YOUR
HOT SMELLY BALLS COMPLETELY. I WANT EVERY DROP FLOODING MY
MOUTH AND COATING MY TEETH! I'VE NEVER SUCKED A PRICK BEFORE.
WILL YOUR BALLJUICE TASTE BETTER THAN YOUR SMELLY ASSHOLE DID
WHEN I LICKED THE CREAMY SHIT OUT OF IT?"
   Gasps were unhindered at my outburst, and I could tell they
were moving closer to catch a glimpse of our wanton behavior.
The monk's tongue was flapping to beat the band. I'd inspired
him, too, by my salacious talk, and his cock was throbbing
dangerously.
   "Open your mouth, your holiness, I'm gonna shit a devilish
turd into your mouth!"
   Plunging his cock as far down my throat as I could, wanting
to experience it at least once, I then let up and continued
nursing his knob gently. Then I shitted. As if my rectum knew
exactly what I wanted, a nice hefty turdball stretched my anus
then popped into the monk's mouth like a bullet. I could heard
his gut-wrenching moans of delight and clearly heard the
salacious sounds of shit being sucked. My shit. The man was
sucking shit that had just come from my ass and he was uncon-
trollably happy about it. I kept my mouth working steadily and
maintained a firm grip on his shaft. I had no intentions of
allowing that throbbing meat to flail about unfettered and rob
me of a single drop of his quenching sperm.
   One final groan of pleasure came from behind me, then his
prick stiffened ever harder and began to jerk. Gushes of hot
juice shot against the back of my throat with tremendous force.
Most of it immediately went down my throat, but in a flash
another came squirting between my lips. Then another, and
another, and five more! Either my shit tasted absolutely
exquisite, or Brother Terrence was uncommonly virile. I'd asked
for every ounce contained in his ballsack, and I think he
delivered it. It was a marvelous concoction. Familiar, yet far
and above the flavor of my own because it was coming from
another man's cock. I drank it down then carefully licked his
sensitive cock of all remnants. Another insight. Only a man
knows just how sensitive a cockhead is after it's spent.
   Before I climbed off, I heard a lewd suggestion being
whispered behind me.
   "Brother Terrence, would you mind if I sucked on that for a
moment?"
   "Not at all, Brother," Terrence said with understanding as
he pushed the brown ball from his lips into the other monk's
mouth.
   As we retreated down the corridor they were all huddled
together in the darkness passing my turdball around, each
taking my shit into their mouth and giving it a good suck!
   "Damn, if it's that good maybe I oughta visit the orgy and
give 'em all a treat!"
   "You know, if you went with me, I just might have the nerve
to take that freedom."
   "Yeah? Well, there's always the chance that you'll indulge
in years of debauchery only to discover you've never encoun-
tered shit as delicioius as mine!"
   He chuckled. "I would not be the least surprised at that
outcome."
   "Heh. Tell you one thing. I might suck a lot of cocks after
this, but I'm pretty sure I'll never have a mouthful of
balljuice that tasted as marvelous as yours did."
   "Thank you. It was the most all-encompassing orgasm of my
life. It felt as if I would never stop shooting."
   "You discern that right. It was a plentiful load, indeed.
Guess the secret to thundering eruptions is having a big
mouthful of hot, fresh shit!"
   "I...I have some reservations, however. You see, it was all
I could do to refrain from eating it right down. I hope I don't
encounter turds as incomparable as yours. I'd hate to get to
the point where I begin fighting Brother Gordon over who's
going to eat his turds!"
   I never wrote about the monastery upon my return, electing
to honor their privacy. But I did visit a few times over the
next several years. The war between the states interrupted my
visits, and when I did finally return I found it deserted.

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