Date: Tue, 4 Sep 2018 17:38:15 -0400
From: m <mia33140@aol.com>
Subject: Zeb Part 1 (scat)

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I grew up in the suburbs and spent summers with my grandparent on a ranch
in the middle of nowhere. When young, I loved my summers. Horse riding,
fishing, sleeping in the sun and hanging with the kids that lived about a
half mile away. As a teenager, it was not so fun. The kids had played with
when younger now had jobs on their own ranches and I was left too much
alone.

Granted, being alone gave me opportune time to jack off, my favorite
pass-time, but a teenage boy can only wack-off five or eight times a day,
that leaves plenty of other time to kill.

One of my last summers on the ranch, grandpa hired a hand, Zeb, to feed &
groom the horse, clean the barns and do other odd jobs. Grandpa had pretty
much retired and leased most the land to pasture neighbor's animals. With
all the free time, he spent most days at the café in town chatting
and playing cards while grandma was at her various crafting meet-ups.

At first I went about my own business, but Zeb turned out to be a pretty
cool guy. Seems Grandpa knew his folks well and when he moved back to town
after getting a divorce he needed some work. He was living with his parents
a few miles down, but spent a few nights a week sleeping in the hay mow.

Our conversations weren't too deep so I didn't get to know him well until
one day I noticed his smell was quite ripe. I laughed and said, "No wonder
you're single again, that smell would chase most chic's away." Truth, I
thought the smell was pretty erotic. He laughed and said, "Ya know, I hope
you're gay, cause smelling the way you do aint gonna get you pussy that's
for sure."  We both laughed. I was little taken back by his comment,
Grandpa is very proper, doesn't drink and scolds anyone who swears. I guess
this conversation was just between us. It also surprised me he noticed I
like to be natural with my scent, though I washed nightly so it wasn't
strong like his.

A couple days later he asked if I missed my friends back home. Truth I did
a bit but most all my friends were busy during the summer and so I wouldn't
see them much if I were there. I asked him if he missed the city. He
confessed he did. He had forgotten how isolated it felt out here. Said he
was gonna drive in on Monday (he worked here on weekends) and try to have
some fun. He blushed a little. I suggested deodorant. He made a face and
said, "Nope, I got divorced so I could be me. I will smell like a man thank
you." I nodded my head and said, "Ha, that's how I feel! But I have to be
careful to not offend the grandparents."

On Monday he was gone early. He left me a small list of things to do. I got
the morning feeding done quick. Grandparents had left to town already. I
had nothing to do. I poked around a bit. I thought I would checkout Zeb's
pad up in the hay mow. I hadn't been up there in years and wondered if he
had gotten a cot or bed or what. I kind thought it would be fun to jack off
in his bed, maybe I would be able to smell him on the sheets. I was
starting to have a major sex crush on the 25 year old man.  Well, he hadn't
done much to make it comfortable. There was an old mattress, no sheets or
blanket. It was stained pretty bad and looked lumpy as hell. I went right
over to it. Got on my knees and leaned down to sniff. Well, I didn't have
to lean too far. The whole mow smelled of him. I was hard.

As I inhaled deep I practically came in my shorts. I mean it. It was so
strong. I never realized the smell of another man could be so
intoxicating. I closed my eyes and just breathed deep, lung-filled breathes
as I took off my tee, shorts and underwear. Next to the mattress were a few
boxes. I didn't want to go through his things but one of them was open so I
looked in. It was dirty tees, underwear and a jock. I pulled them out.

I took deep breathes of the pit area of the tee shirt. Wow, it was great,
damp as if he had just taken it off. I laid down with his underwear so I
could snort them and wank. I hadn't noticed, but there was a small rag on
the bed, I moved it aside and realized it was very damp. I took a breath
and smiled wide. Cum.

As I lay back I couldn't decide which item to use to get off. I knew by the
time he got back on Tues I would have used all of them to get off! As I lay
back I heard a crunch. I turned to look over the side of the mattress and I
saw something poking out from underneath. I grabbed the magazines and
looked through them. It was a stash of some fucking hot gay porn.

Full disclosure, I had often gotten off on gay internet porn, the harder
core the better. So, I was not shocked by the content of the mags, just
that they were Zeb's and they were gay!  One was a fist-fuck mag, one was a
little less extreme skin heads having bareback sex and a third, the most
used, was called Raunch and was a scat book. Now scat was a new flavor of
porn for me. I held the underwear up to my face and realized they had super
crusty shit stains in them. I inhaled and viewed the mag. I started to jack
off and as I got closer I began to lick the stains. Wow. I came the second
I tasted his stale shit.

I was breathing hard and heavy. I grabbed all the dirty underwear and
covered my face. I fell asleep for a bit. I awoke to that great scent of
Jeb and my boner was back. I decided to see if there were any more mags
under the mattress. There was only a popper bottle. I knew what it was from
videos but had never tried.

I sat up on the mattress, opened the bottle and snorted. I watch a lot of
porn, so knew how to do it. Oh that worked. I found the dirtiest pair of
shorts, I swear he shit in them, and devoured the stain...I really was
digging the dry shit out of them in flakes. Oh man, the poppers, the shit,
I was in heaven. Yup. I came again. I had never gotten off thinking about
shit, fists, piss and all the other things I was was `reading' about but I
loved the thought of it all!

For the next day and a half I repeated this routine alternating the shorts
with the dirty jock. At the end of the day I put on the shittiest shorts
and wore them back to the main house. I got cleaned up a bit before the
grandparents got back.

When Zeb got back he seemed grumpy. I was wondering if he figured out I had
been getting off on his bed and using his poppers. I felt super guilty so I
gave him some space. Later in the after noon when I saw him he apologized
for being so grumpy. "No prob I said, I get you don't need me in your way
all the time."  He laughed and said he was glad to have me around, he just
had a shitty time in the city. I giggled. `shitty'.

"What you laughing at?" He said with a raised brow. I turned beet red.
Quick thinking I changed the subject, "Being a jerk I guess, sorry, just
wondered if you had fun in the city." "No!" he barked and smiled, that's
why I am grumpy.

"Well", I said feeling bold, "I am always here if you need someone to have
fun with. I am usually up for anything."  He said he may just take me up on
that. I said I hope he would. He went back to work, I said I needed to go
use the out house. As I was leaving he said there wasn't any paper in
there. I said I only needed to pee. "What the fuck? You go to the out house
to pee?"

He walked out the back barn door and I followed. He opened his fly and let
loose. I smiled and did the same. There was a little breeze and I realize
my pee was splattering a bit on Zeb. As I looked I also got to see his
equipment. Nice, extremely nice, I was pretty sure it was chubbing. He was
checking me out too and I was boning up. Now my pee was going everywhere,
on myself mostly. His stream stopped and he moved in front of me. He took
my cock and aimed it at his leg.

I had only had one other guy touch my dick before. This felt electric. The
front of his Levi's were soaked in my pee. As I stopped, he leaned down and
licked the last drops off my cock. When he got up he put his hand on my
shoulder and urged me down to my knees. I opened and he resumed pissing
directly into my mouth. I wasn't sure what to do, so by instinct I gulped
down and pulled him by the butt so his cock was further in my mouth. When
he was done pissing I began a nice blow job (not my first, but for certain
the biggest of the three cocks I had sucked and the only uncut).

He pushed me off his cock and pulled back the foreskin. I gulped. "Sorry, I
didn't mean to gross you out." The head and skin were covered in a thick
layer of white paste. When he pulled the skin back I was hit with wretched
smell that made me want to both puke and cum.  "That's the hottest thing I
have ever seen." I admitted before sticking out my tongue and taking a big
lick. Wow, sour and meaty and certainly the most delicious yogurt I have
ever had!

END PART ONE