Date: Thu, 1 Jul 2021 16:42:52 -0400
From: Alex Ryder <slavishincle@gmail.com>
Subject: A Freak and His Best Friend

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***

Chapter 1

My best friend Asher Andrews and I have gone through a lot together. We're
inseparable and it shows. Our friendship has evolved over time and it has
taken some very interesting turns - some that I never expected. This is our
story.

***

Let me start with a little bit about myself. My name is Giasone Marrone, my
friends call me Jason. I am the first generation of Americans from a very
Italian family. My family went back to Italy when I was 16 and let me stay
here. I lived with my best friend Asher. There's a little irony in my name
- Marrone is Italian for brown.  It is kind of fitting for me. I'm in my
50's now, but this story is really all about my early years. The times when
I really developed my relationships and honed my fetishes.

I always knew I was different. From a very young age - and well before
puberty - it never occurred to me that girls were anything other than
friends. Of course, in the 70's and 80's it wasn't something that kids
talked about -- other than to make fun. I never came out. I saw how the
kids who were thought to be queer were treated and I wanted no part of
that. It looked like hell. I was going to just play along.

There were other feelings that I had. I found myself aroused by things that
I probably shouldn't be. I began to learn that my interests - especially
sexually - were taboo. At first I thought it was a curse. I was attracted
to things that were considered weird or disgusting. I fought myself over
them. I tried desperately to get over them. Nothing worked. This was who I
am. Over time I learned to embrace these kinks and they became a part of
who I am.

There are many kinks that seem to have been programmed into me. They all
felt natural to me. I never thought of anything else. Some were things I
think lots of people are into - even if they don't admit it. I loved
dildos. I liked getting spanked or paddled. I liked being tied up. Even my
desire to be pissed on seemed like something other guys would try and not
be freaked out.

Then there are other things that do sort of freak people out.

I love boys. Not baby boys or single digit aged boys, but teenagers. Boys
from about 13 to 16 make me so fucking horny. When I was that age, it was
easy to act on it. As I got older, it became more challenging. I've managed
to satisfy this itch pretty well over time.

I love dogs. I really love dogs. We had a rottweiler when I was a kid. We
never got him neutered since my dad thought he was going to breed him, but
never got around to it. Me and that dog were very close. Intimately
close. He was one of the best fuck buddies I ever had. This was a fetish
that was really tough to satisfy, but now it is no trouble at all.

I LOVE SHIT. I mean, this is something that I am addicted to. Obsessed
with. Shit is the single most arousing thing in my world. The smell of it,
or of a fart, drives me fucking crazy. I can't live without it. I had to
rely on my own for a long time. Finding other scat freaks was challenging,
but eventually I found out there are more guys who like it than anyone
thinks.

***

As I got to high school I developed some great friendships with the right
clique of kids. With me not being one of the 'cool kids', the fact that
this group wanted me around and became friends was a lucky development.
Even though I probably wanted to sleep with them all, I avoided even
hinting that I was gay. They still picked on me since I was more of a
preppy nerd than anything as cool as they were. They sometimes teased me
for being gay, but never really believed that I actually was. I was always
cool with it.

I was lucky enough to be accepted into this cool clique because one friend
kind of took me under his wing - Asher Andrews. For some reason, ever since
grade school, Asher was always there for me. If it wasn't for him, I'm not
sure what would have happened.

There were seven boys in the clique, plus a few girls. I had a crush on
each and every one of those boys -- to varying degrees, of course. I
fantasized about gangbangs, one on ones, anything and everything with those
boys. Of course, I dreamt of shit eating and fisting and all sort of kinky
things with them too. We had lots of occasions to be close and since we
were partiers, there were plenty of opportunities. Unfortunately, none of
them ever came to be reality. They were, each in their own way, a cute
bunch. A few were hotter than the rest, but all of them were attractive and
in excellent shape. I was the runt of the litter, if you will. I was super
skinny and too tall at 5'11'' and just 135 pounds. I had a thick mop of
mostly straight hair that I probably kept too long. I had fair skin and
brown eyes. I always thought I was cute, but never cute enough. My figure
was more like a lanky young boy than a well-toned dude.

I didn't have much of an exciting sex life during high school. There was my
dog, Angel (named after `the bad' guy from a 60's movie), a landscaper who
worked at our house and a cousin. Anything else I had to do on my own. I
eventually learned of a place where guys cruised and once I got my license
I drove over there occasionally. I got and gave mostly blowjobs. I managed
to get fucked a lot too. Once at the cruising spot, there was an older dude
(he was like 30, but with me being 16, he seemed 'old') who was rough,
which I liked. Another dude was someone who I met through our little
clique. He was the visiting cousin of one of the girls. I always knew I was
a bottom and loved being on the submissive side. I never got to fuck
anyone. I think it had a lot to do with my small cock. I was an awe
inspiring 4". Not too thick and when it's soft it is almost like it
disappears. The small tight balls don't do much either.

Once high school was over, we spent the entire summer constantly
together. We partied our asses off. We drank (and did other things) as if
it was the end of the world. The boys and girls had some random hook-ups --
with each other and with others. I, of course, tried my best to get what I
could and make it seem legit, but I never really did anything at all. A few
random, drunken trips to the cruising spot after we had all been out netted
me a few more blowjobs. Most of the time I ended up just crashing with some
of the others at someone's house.

Eventually, summer came to an end and it was time for everyone to go his or
her separate ways. Almost everyone opted for college and ended up out of
town. Only Asher and I stayed in town. Neither of us went to college
either. In fact, we didn't have any real plans going forward. We spent our
entire summer as party boys. Who was thinking about the future? It was
going to be just Asher and Giasone. This was OK with me.

***

Even within the group, Asher and I were the closest. We were best friends
for sure. It helped that his dad let me move in when my parents moved
away. We liked a lot of the same things -- the same movies, the same music,
the same beer, the same liquor, the same drugs. We were also two of four of
us in the group that had money and plenty of it. Asher's dad was an airline
executive and traveled almost all the time. His mom had moved out ages ago
and his older brothers were all out of the house too. Asher was frequently
the only one at his house, which is why we tended to hang out there most of
the time. My dad was a big time retail executive and also wasn't around a
lot. I really didn't get along with the rest of my family, so when they
left it wasn't a big deal. The idea that I was never home never seemed to
matter to my mom or anyone else in the house. It was like no one noticed me
missing.

With everyone gone, Asher and I intensified our partying. We went out
pretty much every night. With no jobs to worry about, no one keeping tabs
on us, and plenty of cash to burn, we were tearing it up non-stop. We
started our days with coke, ended them with pot and did a lot of things in
between. We were completely inseparable.

Our relationship really blossomed during this time. We did everything
together and were very comfortable around each other. It was obvious to me
that Asher was straight. I wasn't going to come out to him at all. He never
really said anything anti-gay, but I never felt like he would be welcoming
either. His family was pretty macho.

Some things just kind of fell into place over time and became routine for
us. I liked to cook, so I often took care of that for both of us. I didn't
mind taking care of other chores too. I did our laundry and kept the place
neat and clean. Asher always offered to help, but I usually just did it
myself. I really liked doing it. I loved looking over into the living room
and seeing him chill out on the couch watching TV. For me, this felt like
more than just a friendship. It felt like we were together, so I just
pretended we were.

The comfort level was so high that Asher would strip down to nothing and go
off to shower. He'd shower and then walk back to his room naked. He'd
wander around looking for something to wear. Sometimes he'd ask for my
input and almost always took my recommendations. I loved watching him
parade around naked. He had the perfect body. Six foot two well sculpted,
toned, and solid -- super sexy with an amazing smile. He had a surfer boy
look - long, sometimes beyond his shoulder, dark blonde hair. He was
otherwise smooth all over, except for a neat patch over his cock and a nice
covering of hair on his legs. He eventually would have a few tattoos. His
ass was just perfect, his cock, even more so. It was huge. I mean, really
fucking huge. When he was soft it dangled between his legs to the tune of
seven or eight inches. Even soft, it was pretty thick too. I couldn't begin
to imagine how big it got when it was hard. His balls were like the size of
golf balls and hung low. I salivated at him all the time. I'm not sure he
was wise to my attention and what I was thinking.

We acted a lot like brothers. We slept in the same bed. It was a full bed
in his room that was pushed up against the wall. When we slept there, I
always had the spot against the wall, which meant Asher would end up close
to me, or even on top of me pressing me against the wall, during the
night. I never complained. When we'd come home from the bars, we'd hang out
on the couch in his living room. We sat right next to each other, despite
the fact that the couch was huge and there were other places to sit. Many
nights would find us passed out on that couch. Often, we'd be passed out
together, almost cuddling. I was usually the one leaning on him. He never
seemed to care. We were bros. We did that kind of thing. It meant nothing
between two straight guys, right? Not that he knew this, but it was a huge
deal for me.

Asher had no idea he was indulging at least one of my fetishes. He always
left the door open when he went to the bathroom. Even more arousing was the
fact that he liked to talk with me while he was taking a dump. The toilet
was immediately near the door and I'd sit on the floor in the hallway. We'd
talk away as if we were sitting at a cafe table over coffee. It was one of
my favorite things. I'd get to watch him shit and hear him fart. The smell
was intoxicating. It was all I could do to not show how horny this made
me. I would watch as he wiped his ass and looked at it. I don't know what
he was checking for, but he always looked at the toilet paper when he wiped
- not that he wiped all that well anyway. Sometimes he didn't flush. I
would almost always go in right after him and look at it. A few times he
would leave it at night or when he was on his way out. Those were the times
I could get to taste my best friend's amazing shit.

***

Shit was something that I always remember being into. From the beginning, I
was fascinated by it. It wasn't until I was about 10 or 11 that I first
tasted my shit. Once I did, I was hooked. I ate my shit as much as I
could. From hard, thick logs to soupy diarrhea, I ate it all and loved it
all. My parents could never understand why we went through so much
Listerine. I mean, I had to hide my shit breath somehow. I got my first
dildo when I was 15. I dropped a $100 bill on the counter so the guy
wouldn't give me and nonsense. When I got it home, I found it was the
perfect way to enjoy my shit - sucking it off my dildo. I also used it to
learn how to deepthroat a cock. I eventually bought bigger and bigger
dildos and used them to train my ass and mouth.

I got my first taste of someone else's shit when I was 13. My cousin came
over a lot for a few years, technically as my babysitter. He was 16. He
made a move on me once and we began fooling around when he came over.
Actually, it was more like I served his sexual needs whenever he wanted. It
was never about what I wanted. He was notorious for not flushing the
toilet. I always pretended to seem disgusted by it. He didn't care. He was
actually kind of gross. I liked that.

Filippo was my dad's brother's kid. Filippo's mom was Irish and he looked
every bit of it. He was a total ginger, through and through. He looked a
lot like Ron Weasley. Like I said, he was kind of gross. He didn't seem to
ever shower. I don't think he ever wiped his ass when he shit. His clothes
were always filthy and smelly. My mother always complained, but his parents
didn't seem to care. He was also a bully. He was a real jerk. He decided I
should be his personal cocksucker and that is what I was. I loved going
down on his musky, foul crotch. His uncut dick was disgusting, but I loved
it in all of its raunchiness. He also liked to fuck me. His cock wasn't
huge, but he was always rough. He pounded at me like he was jackhammering a
hole in the wall. I never complained.

We would wrestle a lot. I'd always let him beat me. He would sit on my face
and fart. Again, I'd pretend to be disgusted, but I loved it. His filth and
stank made me hard every time.

Whenever he would take a shit, he'd just leave it in the toilet. Eventually
I'd go in there and yell out something like, "damn dude, that's fucking
gross!" The first few times I'd just look at it and smell it. Then, one
day, I decided to touch it. I picked it up and held it. I squished it in my
hands. I'd hold it up to my face and smell it. Finally, I got the nerve to
just put it in my mouth. Oh man, it was so good. I was soon devouring his
shit whenever I could.

Filippo left me all kinds of shit. Sometimes they were nice logs. I would
pick them up and suck on them and then slowly bite pieces off and chew them
for a bit before I swallowed them. Sometimes he left soft, mushy piles. I'd
savor those in my mouth, swishing it around, letting it drool down my
chin. I'd eat the soft pickles right from the toilet. A few times he let
out wet, sloppy shits. I'd dip my hands in the toilet and swirl it
around. I'd wipe it on my cock and my face. I'd drink it with the cup I
used when I brushed my teeth. Damn, I loved his shit. I really wished I
could eat it right from his ass, but I knew that would never happen. This
smorgasbord of shit went on for a while, until I was caught.

I was chowing down on a thick log of slimy shit when he barged into the
bathroom. He was wondering why I was there so long. He thought he was going
to catch me jerking off. Nope. He caught me sucking on his turd, already
having eaten half of it. He freaked out. He grabbed me by the hair and
dragged me to the backyard. He proceeded to beat the hell out of me. He
showed me no mercy. I was so afraid he was going to tell everyone. He
threatened to do so. He saw a pickle of Angel's shit and yelled at me.

"You want to eat shit? How about the dog's shit? Eat that you fucking
retard!!"

He shoved my face into the fresh pile of dog shit in the grass.

"Eat it you fucking freak! EAT IT!!"

I opened my mouth and took a bite. It wasn't bad at all. I kind of liked
it. I hadn't thought about eating Angel's shit. I tasted his cum and piss,
but I'd never thought to try his shit. I had a new source for shit. I kept
eating the dog's shit and Filippo kept kicking me. Finally, it was
over. Filippo walked away and went inside. When I went inside I told him I
was sorry and that I'd never do that again. He said he was going to tell my
parents I got beat up by some neighborhood kids. He said he wouldn't tell,
but he used that to make me give him money and do chores for him. It was
also my first taste of service.

Surprisingly, the shit eating didn't stop. Filippo was disgusted by it, but
he started leaving shit in the toilet for me again. He would call me in
when he was done and leave me alone in the bathroom. At least now I didn't
have to rush. I could take my time enjoying his tasty brown snack. He told
me it was sick and he thought I was fucked up, but he figured he should let
me have my sick little fetish. I begged him to shit on me. He told me not
to push my luck.

Filippo and I got a little closer as we got older. We talked about my weird
fetishes. He admitted he got off on leaving his shit for me. He was still
`babysitting' me when I turned 16. It wasn't long before my parents and his
family would all go back to Italy. In the meantime, Filippo set up a few
treats for me.

He asked me one day if I wanted more shit. I very excitedly said yes. On a
weekend where he was staying over because our parents had gone on a trip,
he told me he was going to invite his friends over. I wasn't allowed to
come out while they were there, but he'd turn the toilet off so whatever
they did there would have to just sit there. He'd tell them the toilet was
broken. I thanked him and even hugged him. He hated that.

"Just enjoy your shit dinner, freak."

He took things a step further - something I had no idea he did. He put
drops of liquid laxatives in their beers. Within an hour of being there,
all three of his friends were shitting up a storm. They basically filled up
the toilet in the guest bathroom. He had them shit in the spare bathroom in
the basement. They filled that toilet too. One of the guys shit himself and
ended up leaving his dirty underwear in the trash can. They were all
feeling kind of miserable, so they eventually all left. Filippo knocked on
my door.

"OK dude. Have at it. There's tons of shit in both bathrooms. It's a
fucking disgusting mess. You'd better clean it all up. I'm headed out with
my bitch. I'll be back late. I expect to not smell any shit when I get home
or I will beat your ass. Fucking freak."

"Thanks Filippo. You're really awesome. Will I get to suck you off later?
Maybe get fucked?"

"We'll see. Clean up good and I might reward you."

After he left, I stripped naked and went into the first bathroom. He was
right, it was a mess. Shit and piss was overflowing from the toilet. It was
everywhere. I just sat on the floor and rolled in it. I picked it up and
dumped it over my head. I started devouring it as if it were my last
meal. Man, I was so fucking horned up. I ate and ate until I couldn't
anymore. There was so much shit. I didn't want to waste it, but I couldn't
eat anymore.

I went to the other bathroom and found more shit and the dirty, shit
covered underwear. I ran upstairs and got a bunch of tupperware containers
and a plastic bag. I put the underwear in the bag and started scooping shit
into the containers. I collected as much as I could and then I cleaned up
that bathroom. I went back upstairs and went about eating more of the slop
that was there. I draped the wet, filthy toilet paper over me. I was in
heaven. I ate as much more as I could and then I cleaned that room up.

I went to my room and just laid there. I jerked off with some of the shit
and blew a load in my face. I put the containers under my bed and went to
take a shower. I knew Filippo would fuck me if I smelled like I did. I
curled up in bed with the dog and fell asleep. I was awaken in the middle
of the night by Filippo shoving his cock in my face. He was pretty drunk.

"You did good freak. Now drink this piss and suck my cock."

I did as I was told. He fucked the hell out of me that night. It was like
he knew it would be the last time. He was insatiable and relentless. I
swear he fucked me for hours. He didn't even care that he was literally
fucking the shit out of me. My bed was a mess of cum and shit. He pounded
me out one more time and left my room. We didn't spend much time together
for the rest of the weekend. After he left, I shit my bed and just rolled
around in it. I was feeling really good.

I never saw Filippo again after that weekend.

***

Dad brought Angel home when I was 12. He proudly announced that he was
going to breed award winning rottweilers. It was one more thing he never
followed through with. It was amazing he was as successful as he was since
he never finished a project. Angel was my responsibility. I didn't
mind. Angel bonded with me pretty easily and I really liked having him
around.

Our `relationship' developed slowly. Angel slept in my bed and I usually
spooned him. He used to lick me all over and I let him. One morning, I woke
up to him licking my cock. It was so good, it made me cum. He licked that
right up. I wanted to see his cock, so I started stroking him one day and
it slid out of its sheath. I was amazed at how big it was. He let me
continue playing with his cock and his balls. He really liked it. A few
days later, when his cock was out, I decided to try to suck it.

My heart started to race and my mind started racing. This was one of the
most daring things I had done. I had no idea how Angel would react. I knew
this could go terribly wrong. My little cock started to swell. I kept
telling Angel he was a good boy. I took a deep breath and slowly slid my
hand towards the dog cock.

I touched it lightly making sure not to startle him and he seemed unphased
at first, much like when I stroked him before. Soon my fingers started to
curl around his sheath, feeling out the treasure that was within it. I ran
my fingers over his huge balls and could see Angel looking at me. He seemed
really happy.

I could feel his cock beginning to swell in my hands and saw the tip
creeping its way out. Angel got a little antsy, but I kept saying "good
boy, good boy" and he would lay back again.

I watched as his cock slowly appeared. It was so big and thick. I held back
his sheath and made my first move wrapping my lips around the end of his
member and almost came from the sheer thrill of such a fantasy coming
true. He finally revealed his knot. I really didn't know what to do, so I
just held my hand around it. That seemed to be just what he wanted.

I took Angel's cock deeper in my mouth until the tip of his red throbbing
rod touched the back of my throat. My saliva lathered his cock as I slid my
head up and down. Soon I felt a tiny drop of cum touch my tongue. I kept
sucking and soon the drip became a squirt. His cumm was shooting out so
fast and hard. It was spraying all over. I swallowed what I could but he
kept cumming! Angel's cum oozed from my lips and all over me and my bed as
I came up for air. Angel's cum was everywhere. I finally let go of his knot
and he began licking himself as his cock retreated back to its sheath.

At this point, I couldn't get enough of Angel and he had no problem with
that. I knew the next thing to do was let him fuck me. At night we'd get
into bed together and we'd make out. I'd open my mouth and he'd stick his
tongue in and we'd kiss. Sometimes we'd have a little playtime where I'd
lick his balls and stroke his cock. Sometimes I'd suck him off. I decided
to try something new this night.

I rolled over onto my stomach and let Angel lick me all over. He stood over
me and seemed to enjoy licking my ass. I slowly eased myself up on my knees
and was soon on all fours. Angel was clearly excited. I'm not sure if he
knew what was happening, but he barked a few times and went to licking my
ass as I pulled my cheeks apart. He got me nice and wet.

I just stayed in position waiting to see what Angel would do
next. Eventually, Angel jumped up on me and wrapped his front legs around
my torso.  He started humping wildly. His front paws scratched at my chest
and his back paws scratched at my legs.  I could feel the tip of his dick
hitting my ass cheeks. He was squirting out stuff all over my ass. He
wasn't quite hitting the mark, but he was desperately trying to.

I reached back behind me and grabbed hold of his cock. He eased up a little
onn his humping, as if he knew what I was trying to do. I guided him to my
hole and I let go.  His front legs grabbed around me even tighter.  He
started panting very heavily.  I could feel his cock sliding into me. It
felt so different than when Filippo fucked me. Angel was bigger and
thicker. He kept humping and I felt his cock going in and out of me.  It
actually hurt a little since he wasn't being very gentle.

As he drove his cock in and out of me it started to grow. I thought about
how big it got when I sucked it. Then I thought about the knot. Oh fuck. I
really should have thought more about the knot. Angel humped harder and
faster as he felt his cock get ready to breed me. I was his bitch and this
had reached the point of no return.

I fucking crazed. It was the most intense thing my 13 year old body had
ever felt. It was like electrical charges shooting through me. I felt his
fucking in every part of me. The knot continued to get bigger inside me and
there was even more pressure and the feelings got more intense. I started
screaming from the pain. I couldn't stand it. I really thought for a minute
that I'd made a really bad decision. Angel's knot was the biggest thing
that I'd ever had in my ass. The knot had gotten to where it felt like a
softball was stretching my hole. It finally felt relatively good. It was
also so hot. His cock was burning with heat. He growled and whimpered and
finally slowed his fucking down. We had already been at this for about ten
minutes. He was finally tied with me.

I could feel the first burst of cum shoot into me. He twisted himself
around and was now facing away from me. His knot was unfuckingbearable. It
hurt like hell. I moaned and sobbed. I had no idea what to do next, but I
thought it was wise to just stay put. I was grunting and sweating. It hurt
so much. Fluids just keep shooting into me. I really had no idea how long
this would last. I'd never bred a dog before, nor did I bother to read up
on it. The fluids kept oozing into my gut. It gave me a strange warm
feeling.

My arms gave out and I just collapsed there with my head flat on the
bed. He stayed tied to me for a fucking full 30 minutes! I was worried that
not only was he hurting me, that someone would come into my room. There was
no way to explain myself out of this. Angel just stood firmly and quietly,
gently panting. I was able to relax enough to finally shoot my own load.

After a while, I could feel a tingling as his cock started to shrink. He
slowly backed away.  There was a sucking sound as his cock popped out of
me. Dog cum gushed from my worn out hole. It went everywhere. Angel started
licking his cum off me as I lay there, finally able to stretch my legs
out. Once he was done, he licked his own crotch and then he curled up next
to me as we fell asleep.

This would happen many, many more times. Angel and I really did bond. We
really did have a relationship. We loved each other. He fucked me all the
time. I sucked his cock, licked his ball and ass, and I loved to eat his
shit. I especially loved when we made out. When I just turned 15, dad
finally decided to sell him to some breeder. He looked sad when he left
that day. I know I was.

***

My raunchy cousin was gone. My canine lover was gone. I was feeling pretty
down. That's when my parents announced that we were going back to Italy. I
had never lived there and I didn't want to go. After a long back and forth,
Asher convinced his dad that I should move in with them. It was the best
thing that ever happened to me.