Date: Fri, 2 Sep 2016 12:13:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: Universe Divider <ud1953@yahoo.com>
Subject: Belonging Part 1

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Belonging Part 1--Freedom (gay, scat, fist)

This was the last day for a while.  The last day he would work on anal
stretching, on toilet games, on things that interested him.

It's official, Ken was permanently kicked out of high school short of
graduation.  He's not a bad kid at all, he just didn't fit in anywhere, and
he wanted to, badly.  Painfully shy, it was difficult for him to make
friends.  He hated his name, Kenneth, or Kenny or Ken, all stupid.  He
wanted to be a Tyler or Jordan or something cool.  Still a virgin he was
desperate to experience a man.  He needed a place he belonged and so was
continually searching.  He had run from home, his search begun.

Always small for his age, he was now 5'5", maybe 120 pounds, hairless
except for slight down here and there.  Not a jock certainly, his
pronounced femininity marked him as gay.  He was proud to be gay, never
tried to pass, but that caused him problems.  For as long as he could
remember he had been anally obsessed.  He started exploring this as far
back as he could remember, pushing small things into his ass.  He wasn't
sure why, just that he needed to.

Sometime around 8 or 9 he started to use larger objects, his cock would
respond and grow hard, the excitement grew.  Around 11 he discovered he had
an inner sphincter and once past that he could increase the length of the
objects used.  Now his favorite thing was a can of tennis balls that he
would insert before going to bed to keep himself open.  It easily slid in,
penetrating his inner ring, satisfying his need.  Every chance he had he
used larger and larger toys, masturbating furiously.

He liked piss, but it was as if that was too easy.  He was well adept at
peeing directly into his mouth and drinking it down, but as always, he
needed more.  He turned to scat.  Intentionally not shitting for as long as
possible, trying to produce the biggest turds he could.  He would hold them
in one hand while masturbating, fucking himself on the biggest object he
could fit in, sniffing at his shit.  Sometimes, when he needed a bit more,
his tongue would snake out and he would run the tip over the corrugated
surface of his turd until he exploded.

Ken liked his body.  Perfectly formed with wide shoulders, slim hips and
well formed legs he was like an athlete in miniature.  With his pretty face
he could have been a femboy or trap, but that held no interest for him.
His cock always seemed to match his height, but in inches instead of feet,
now 5.5 inches when hard.

So now he was on his own.  He had run away a number of times in the past,
but never for long.  At first he just took off, now he left a note for his
family, and then he was out the door.  He knew he could find lodging at the
runaway center but needed a job.  His goal was to work at Outlands, the gay
bar in town.  From the times in the past, hanging around Outlands, he knew
it was quiet when it first opened.  He summoned up his courage and walked
up to the bouncer standing at the top of the stairs that led into the club.
Rather than kick him away the bouncer listened to Ken, then explained that
he was too young to work there during open hours but they were looking for
help with the cleanup crew and to come back tomorrow at noon and talk to
the manager.

Ken wandered down to the park running along Wake Street after promising to
come back the next day.  He was somewhat disconsolate, but still clung to
the hope of a job.  Sitting down he noticed a boy he had seen before.  They
sort of nodded to each other and eventually struck up a conversation.
Turns out the other boy, Ron, had just started a job and was hoping to move
out of his parents house soon.

Ken found a certain kinship with Ron and realized he liked him, something
not common for Ken.  Ron was 20 years old, taller, over 6', slender, a bit
awkward, average looking at best but with a great smile and he was easy to
talk to.  Ken laid out his situation to Ron and then the boys talked about
what they wanted in life, what they hoped to do and so on.  Suddenly Ken
realized he had to head back to the shelter before their curfew went into
effect.  Ron asked if Ken wanted to go home with him but Ken wasn't ready
for more home life.  The boys agreed to meet again.

The next day, to his great delight, Ken got a job at Outlands, starting
right away.

Over the next few weeks he met with Ron, worked hard, saved his money and
found out one of the staff at Outlands had a small apartment to rent.  If
Ron wanted to go in with him he could afford the rent.  Ken had become a
favorite around the club, not just for his waif like beauty but because of
his hard work, sense of humor and pleasure to be around He called Ron, they
discussed it for about ten seconds and it was set.  Ken raced through the
rooms of the club until he found the guy with the apartment, rushed up to
him, told him he'd take it, and about Ron his new roommate.

The guy told him he could have the key after work, and they would go over.
Ken was bouncing off the walls with excitement.  He spent the rest of the
day trying not to look at the clock and plotting how he could make
approaches on Ron.  He loved that Ron was so much taller than him.  He
imagined all different scenarios where he seduced Ron and the hours they
spent making love.  Now, if he could just muster the courage to make a pass
at him.

By 9:00 that night they were all moved in.  It was a small apartment, tiny
kitchen within a living room, then three doors at the far end, the two
outside doors opening to bedrooms, the bathroom door in the center.  It was
hot inside and Ken was sitting on the couch, unbelieving that he had his
own place, with a roommate he was seriously interested in.  As he sat
there, wearing only a pair of very short baggy shorts, he was daydreaming
again about Ron.  Picturing him naked in different ways.  Ken was wearing
such a brief garment partly because of the heat, but also he thought they
showed off his legs well.

He was startled when Ron burst out of his bedroom wearing a towel around
his waist and a big grin.  He seemed to be as excited as Ken about the
move.  He sat on the couch with Ken, announced he was going to take a
shower but wanted to know if Ken had any regrets about the move.  Ken said
he didn't at all and went on about how thrilled he was with the situation.

As they talked Ken tried not to be to obvious as his eyes roamed over Ron's
body.  He loved the flat stomach, long legs and smooth skin.  Ken's eyes
kept dropping to where the towel hung over Ron's thighs, hoping to get a
peek underneath.

Ron was doing the same thing to Ken.  Amazed at the boys beauty.  His eyes
were particularly drawn to Ken's nipples.  There were no areola to speak
of, just very prominent nipples that seemed to lengthen and thicken as he
watched.

Finally Ron stood up and said he had to get his shower in as he was stiff
and sore from work, then moving all his stuff in.  Ken leapt on the
opportunity and seized the moment.

In a quiet, hesitant and shaky voice he said to Ron, "ummm, if you want I
could, you know, give you a massage, maybe loosen up your muscles.  That is
if you would want me too."  Inside Ken was terrified.  Did he blow it? Ruin
things already?  He could hear the blood roaring in his ears, he felt light
headed, it was the first time he had ever approached another boy.  Just the
thought that he might have been too aggressive and would spoil everything
on the first night horrified him.  Hardly believing what he was hearing, he
was at first unsure of what Ron responded, then he clearly heard him mumble
"ah, yeah that would be fantastic, if it wouldn't be, um, too much trouble
or anything.  You know, if your not to tired."

Ken's heart leapt. "Oh no! No, not at all, I'd love to!  I could work your
muscles out and stuff" Ken babbled.  "Just lie down on the rug!"

With his heart pounding Ron stretched out stomach down on the rug in front
of the couch.  He had his elbows out, his head resting on his hands.  He
was almost shaking with excitement.  He couldn't believe this gorgeous boy
was about to run his hands over his bare skin.

Ken knelt in front of Ron, his knees spread wide above and on either side
of Ron's head.  He placed a hand on each shoulder and started to work out
Ron's muscles.  Neither boy dared speak, afraid their voices would give
away their excitement.  In seconds Ken's cock started to harden.  Just the
touch of Ron's skin under his hands was causing his breath to grow short.
His cock was rigid immediately, lifting the leg of his shorts up as it
jutted out from his crotch.  His balls were exposed through the gap but
fortunately Ron faced to the side and couldn't see him.

Ken worked over Ron rubbing lower and lower down his back, kneading his
skin.  Ken rose up a little to be able to reach lower on Ron.  His crotch
moved over Ken's head, his balls dangling just above his head.  In a still
shaky voice he asked Ron if he was doing it right, if it felt good.

Ron replied in a husky whisper, hoping his voice wasn't totally giving away
how turned on he was, "yeah, it feels perfect.  I must have really overdone
it today cause my whole body is sore, everywhere."

Ken couldn't believe it.  Was this Ron telling him to touch him everywhere?
Was it just a comment?  Ken lowered his crotch a touch, just let his balls
graze the side of Ron's head for a moment, as if he accidentally touched
him.  There was no reaction.  He went lower down Ron's back and again
grazed his head with his balls, then again, this time letting his balls
settle briefly on Ron's ears.  His cock was jutting up from his shorts,
throbbing with his heart beat.

Ken shuffled forward, until his knees were against Ron's shoulders. He
worked lower and lower.  Suddenly Ron let out a low moan.  Startled Ken
shot back.

"Are you alright?" he asked.  "Did I hurt you?"

"No, no" Ron exclaimed, "I guess, um, I guess it was feeling so good."

With relief Ken resumed just below Ron's shoulders.  This time though he
ground his balls a bit on Ron's head, then down his back for a bit.  He
started a brief rocking action, dragging his crotch over Ron's back.  Soon
he was at the top of the towel around Ron's waist.  "now what?" he
wondered.  Should he go to the other end and resume?  Should he straddle
Ron's legs?  Maybe he should continue to face Ron's feet and sit on his
back.

He decided to get up and start near Ron's feet.  He slid his crotch up
Ron's back as he moved to get up.  This time though there wasn't much
attempt made to make it seem like he was accidentally touching Ron with his
crotch.  He rose quickly to his feet and stepped down by Ron's feet before
his rigid cock was seen.  He knelt with his knees on either side of Ron`s
left foot.  He picked up the foot and began to work it.  Stretching out his
toes, kneading his arch and so on.  It was all he could to keep from
sucking on Ron's toes.

Ken finished with the foot, gently lowered it back down and reached out to
work Ron's calf.  To be able to bear down on it properly he slid forward,
jamming his balls against the bottom of Ron's foot, his cock waving above
it.  When he finished with the left foot and calf he moved over and did the
same thing with the right foot.  Only this time, when he slid forward to
get the calf, he held the leg of his shorts open so that Ron's foot slid
inside his shorts.  He moved up higher on Ron's foot so his balls rested on
the heel of Ron's foot and the toes were between Ken's ass cheeks.  As he
settled his ass down on Ron's foot he once again heard that low moan.

Ken rocked his ass back and forth a little while still maintaining his
massaging action an the calf.  Ron's big toe was digging into Ken's asshole
a bit when Ron moaned again.  Ken wasn't about to stop the charade of
wanting to give Ron a massage for his aching muscles, but he was pretty
certain that Ron was digging the sexual nature of his actions as much as he
was, so he asked Ron again if everything was okay?

Ron could barely croak out, "ah, ah yeah, don't stop!  Wherever you touch
feels a whole lot better!"

Ken now moved so he was kneeling between Ron's legs and started to work on
his thighs.  He had hoped he would be able to see under Ron's towel but no
luck, everything was in shadow.  As he moved up the thighs he was debating
with himself as how to handle this, hands under the towel or towel under
the hands.  Actually there was no longer any question, he would slide his
hands under the towel.  The moment his hands slid under the towel and his
finger tips started to rise up Ron's ass cheeks, Ron let out a long low
agonized moan.

Ken paid no attention and slowly pushed his hands higher up on to Ron's
ass.  His palms slid over the smooth hairless mounds of Ron's ass.  The
towel gathered around his wrists and advanced.  Before his eyes Ken could
see between the cheeks, see Ron's balls spilling out, a long sack nestling
two large balls.  He longed to spread Ron's cheeks but couldn't bring
himself to go that far.  He kneaded the firm smooth flesh, one thumb, then
the other almost grazing across Ron's hole.  It was all he could do to
resist bending down and running his tongue between the cheeks.  He could
almost taste the asshole, feel it on his tongue, feel his tongue snaking
between Ron's cheeks and worming its way inside.  He wanted to lick inside,
feeling the inner rectal walls sliding across his wet and probing tongue.

Ken froze, motionless, fighting to subdue the almost overpowering sexual
urge gripping him.  His cock throbbed, on the verge of shooting.  He was
frantic, he couldn't let his hot cum explode over Ron's back.  There was
still that little part of him that needed to keep up the pretense that this
was merely a massage.  When he was able to gain control of himself he
realized that Ron was slowly and quietly humping against the floor.  He
went back to kneading Ron's butt, hoping Ron would pull the towel off, but
he didn't.

Ken slipped his hands from under the towel and reached past it to massage
Ron's back.  He scooted forward, giving one last glance between Ron's legs.
As he slid forward, sliding his own butt over the back of Ron's thighs he
rolled his waist forward, dipping down his cock.  His rigid, aching cock
slid under the towel and ran between those beautiful ass cheeks.  Very
slowly he rubbed his cock between them, barely grazing them, partly afraid
that this action was to overt, partly afraid he would cum if he rubbed any
harder.

He froze again, afraid to do more.  After pausing long enough to gather his
wits, he started to stand up, as he did his cock was pulled down by the
towel, until it gave way and was released, slapping loudly against his
belly.  He couldn't resist it though, quickly bending down and giving Ron a
light kiss on his shoulder.

He stood all the way up and said Ron should get his shower now.

Ron sighed, rose up and turned to face Ken.  His cock was hard under the
towel, pushed a bit to the side where the towel was still wrapped tightly
around his waist.  Without a word he took Ken's hand and led him into the
bathroom.  He unwrapped the towel, freeing his imprisoned cock.  It jutted
out proudly, the head hidden under a long foreskin.

Ken gasped!  He loved the thought of an uncut cock, always wanting to play
with one.

Ron reached over and pulled off Ken's shorts, then taking his hand again
pulled him into the shower.  He looked down into Ken's eyes and said
"Shower with me."

Ken wordlessly stepped over the edge of the tub and into the shower he was
afraid to say anything, afraid of breaking the mood between them.  Knowing
now it was going to be okay.  He reached out and ran his hands over Ron,
stroking his chest, across his nipples and belly.

Ron turned on the water, let it warm, then turned back to face Ken as the
spray ran over them.  Ken was shifting from foot to foot, an embarrassed
look on his face.  He shamefully told Ron that he had to pee, and just wait
a minute.  Before he could move Ron held him saying "Pee here, everyone
pees in the shower."

Ken's heart stopped.  Did he hear right?  He wanted to, desperately, to
piss in front of the boy standing and facing him, just a foot between them.
He didn't know if he could however, as hard as he was.  He whispered
quietly to Ron that he didn't know if he could go.

Ron reached out, drew their bodies together and kissed Ken.  "Don't worry"
he said "it will come, just relax"

Ken stepped back and started to turn around when Ron stopped him.  "No,
face me" he said.

Ken reached out and put his hands on Ron's waist and relaxed as best he
could.  His cock softened just enough to go.  It still pointed up but not
quite as rigidly.  A slow stream came out, stopped, then started more
strongly.  He pissed harder, the stream reaching out, splattering first on
Ron's cock, then moving up to hit him squarely on the chest.  Ken moved
closer to Ron, wrapping his arms around his waist, his piss soaking between
the two of them until the shower water washed it away.

For a long time Ken pissed.  He was aware of the heat of his urine against
his skin.  He could feel Ron's cock trapped between them, pulsing.  He
could feel his pubic hair against his belly.  Ken rocked back and forth a
bit, feeling Ron's cock move against him, feeling his long thick nipples
digging into Ron's chest.  He drained his bladder onto Ron, thinking it the
most wonderful feeling.  When he was done he reached up with his arms,
wrapped them around Ron's neck and drew his face to his.  Their lips met
passionately, mouths opening, tongues entwining.

They kissed feverishly until Ron pushed him away and said it was his turn.
Ken looked at him wonderingly, "are you going to let me watch you pee?  Oh
please, please do" he begged.

Ron smiled at him "Of course"

Ken could barely stand.  "I want to see up close.  I want to see it come
out your foreskin" he managed to choke out.  He dropped to his knees before
Ron, his face only inches from his cock. He looked up, "I thought the
foreskin didn't cover a hard cock, it retracted or something."

"Well, not mine, unless I roll it back" he replied.

Ken's hand reached out, and for the first time in his life he touched
another cock.  It fit his hand perfectly, his fingers closing around it,
drew down the foreskin, exposing a well flared head.  It is so long he
thought, an inch and a half longer than mine.  He rolled the foreskin back
up.  He desperately wanted to fondle it, run his lips over it, plunge it
into his mouth, but he would wait.  He looked up at Ron, "pee for me...let
me see piss come flowing out, piss on me, turn the shower off so it will
stay on me...please..." he pleaded.

Ron turned off the shower, relaxed, and let his piss spray Ken in the face.

Ken reveled in the piss stream.  He parted his lips slightly and some snuck
in.  It tasted like his, but warmer.  He took Ron's cock and aimed over his
open eyes, across his nose, then against his lips.  His mouth opened a
little more and piss splashed against his teeth.  He opened a bit more and
the urine shot directly into his mouth.  He swallowed some, then more. He
felt it flow down his throat.  He let it fill his mouth, his tongue
submerged in piss, then drank it down.  This cock was his whole world.
There was nothing else but this pissing cock.  He leaned forward, stuck out
his tongue and sprayed it.  Going even further forward he opened his mouth
wide and let it flow in.  Further, until the foreskin, then the head, were
inside his mouth, urine jetting directly down his throat, burning a little,
warming his stomach.  His lips closed, trapping the head inside.  He drank
deeply, not letting a drop escape.  He moved deeper onto the cock, trying
to keep up with the stream.  It was too much, he couldn't swallow fast
enough and it started to come out his nose.  Still he plunged his mouth
deeper over the cock.  When the head of the cock reached the end of his
mouth he pressed on.  He didn't care that piss was flowing from his nose,
he needed it all.  It wasn't until the head entered his throat that he was
able to drink it all.  It all shot down his throat.  His flat belly started
to swell as his stomach filled with piss.  He held himself like this,
directly taking piss down his throat until he began to get light headed.

It was over too soon.  It only lasted a couple of minutes, but an hour
would have been too soon.  He backed off and gasped for air while piss
splashed over him.  Finally it ended.

Ken knelt in front of Ron, his body shaking with lust, his breath short,
but with a wonderful glow.  His belly was full with another boys urine,
sloshing around as he shook.  This was something he had dreamt of and now
it had happened.  He seemed to still feel Ron's cock in his mouth and
throat.  The taste of piss still on his tongue, his hair plastered to his
head, slowly leaking piss down his face.  Urine slowly dripped off his
grossly swollen nipples and pattered to the floor.

Ron's cock had instantly sprung back to full rigidity when he finished
peeing.  It bobbed slightly in front of Ken with a pronounced curve, arcing
away from Ron's abdomen.  The foreskin extending an inch or so past the
large head.  Seven inches of hard cock right in front of him.  Tentatively
he reached out and stroked it, then with more assurance.  His other hand
grasped the low hanging ball sac.  He wrapped his fist around the sac and
the balls, hanging a couple of inches below the bottom of his fist became
more defined.  He could appreciate better their size this way, easily the
size of a pair of golf balls.

As Ken slowly pulled the cock down to his mouth, he could hear Ron
breathing raggedly above him.  He looked up into Ron's adoring eyes.
Without taking his eyes off Ron he brought the cock to his mouth and played
around the foreskin with his tongue.  When he couldn't just work his tongue
into it, he dragged it down the cock and teased Ron's piss slit with his
tongue.  Then he pushed the skin back up, feeling it engulf the end of his
tongue so he could swab out the inside of the foreskin.  He thrilled at the
taste of the piss that still clung there.  He pushed his lips over the head
and down the shaft, still slick with his saliva and the piss.

In one long, slow motion he took the cock to the base, feeling it sliding
over his tongue, bouncing off the roof of his mouth before once again
sliding down his throat.  He pressed his face into Ron's pubic hair,
rubbing against it, his forehead hard against the abdomen of his lover.
Briefly he wished that he had pubic hair, but then concentrated on the cock
contained within his mouth.

His own cock was like steel against his own belly.  As it pulsed he could
feel it sliding slightly over his belly, gliding through the coating of
precum that saturated the tip of his cock, and ran down its length.  He was
so hard his cock hurt, and he was afraid to touch it, knowing it would
explode instantly.

He drew back from Ron's cock until the head was at his lips, then pushed
forward again, swallowing it down.  He repeated several more times, until
Ron took over and began to fuck his face.  Ken released Ron's balls and
reached around and cupped Ron's ass in both hands.  He slid his fingers
between the ass cheeks and felt Ron's asshole under his fingers.  He wished
it was his tongue instead of his fingers, but knew that would come.

Ron increased the intensity of fucking Ken's face.  He began to really ram
his cock in and out, burying Ken's lips into his pubic hair.  His balls
began to swing wildly with each thrust, sometimes slamming into Ken's neck,
other times bouncing off his own thighs.

When Ron reached around and held the back of Ken's head, Ken let his hands
fall to his sides and let himself be just a hole that Ron was fucking.  As
Ron plunged his cock deep down Ken's throat he would pull his head forward,
fucking him roughly.  The harder he face fucked him, the more stimulated
Ken became.  Ken's cock was throbbing now, building to an orgasm.  Ken's
arms dangled loosely at his sides, his body relaxed.

Ken was centered on two things only, his pulsating cock and the fuck hole
he had become for Ron.  Frantically Ron fucked him, faster and faster,
driving his cock in and out.  One of his hands left the back of Ken's head
and slid around his throat.  He could feel his cock bulging in Ken's throat
every time he jammed it in, then collapsing as he pulled out.  He pumped
harder and even faster, Ken's loose hanging arms flopping about.

Ken loved being a receptacle for Ron's passion, to be just something that
Ron used.  He loved watching the lust build in Ron's face, a face upturned
in space, lost in lust. Excited that he was the cause of this lust, Ken
willed Ron on, to use him more, in anyway he wanted.  He was going to cum,
he knew it, could feel it building to completion.  He hadn't touched his
cock this whole time.  He began to spasm, then he erupted.  His cock shot
cum all over, spurt after spurt.

When Ron felt Ken's cum hit his legs he looked down, seeing Ken watching
him, open to him, willing him on, and his cock also exploded.  He was
fucking to violently to stop suddenly, so the first shot went just inside
Ken's mouth, then deeper in, then straight into his throat.  As he pulled
out more shots went into Ken's mouth before pulling out all the way and
covering his face with cum.  Spurts shot over his nose, across his lips, a
couple into his eyes, then cum just flowed for a moment out the end of his
cock.

Ken was ecstatic.  For the first time in his young life he had someone's
cum in his mouth and on his face.  He knelt there savoring the moment,
swishing the cum around his mouth, feeling it run down his face.  His dick
was still hard, a few last drops dripping off the end of his cock.  Ron's
cock was softening and Ken took it into his mouth, sucking the last drops
out.  He never wanted to wipe the cum off his face.  He wanted to walk out
in public and let everyone see it running down his face, crusting on his
lips.

He reached out and put his hands on Ron's hips and hauled himself to his
feet, his face upturned.  He reached up and put his arms around Ron and
pulled him to him, kissing him, spreading Ron's face with cum.  Ron's
tongue probed his mouth, taking some of his own cum into his mouth.  They
swapped it back and forth until the cum and their mutual saliva had slid
down their throats.

Finally, pulling apart, the showered together, washing each other, more
exploring of each others body.  They dried each other off then walked naked
back into the living room.  Much to his embarrassment, Ken stood in the
center of the room after Ron asked him to.  Ron walked around him, drinking
him in.

They moved to the couch, Ron sitting there while Ken curled up next to him.
Over the hour or so they talked about their plans, likes, dislikes,
histories, things they hadn't been intimate enough before to talk about.
They talked about what they wanted to do with each other.  Ken reached down
and stroked Ron's cock, desperately wanting to tell him he was into scat
and anal stretching.  The best he could do was reference obliquely,
mentioning how exciting it was to have his piss in him, knowing it was
working its way through his body.  How waste was a turn on for him, without
mention shit specifically.  That he loved Ron having a big cock because he
wanted to be spread open, without saying he wanted Ron's hand inside him
while he also fucked him.  He mentioned he was hoping Ron would use him in
anyway he wanted, no matter how extreme it might be.

He said he wanted to fuck Ron, shoot inside his ass, but even more, he
wanted Ron to fuck him, take his cherry, put more of himself inside of him.
Ken had been thinking of that, worried that the way he held off shitting,
let it build up inside so he could take monstrous shits might gross Ron
out.  But he figured that since he had taken a shit yesterday instead of
waiting the usual 3-5 days he shouldn't be to bad.  He didn't know how
others did it, whether the did an enema or what.  The porn he read and
watched never really addressed that, guys just fucked.  He decided to just
go ahead, and what happened, happened.  Ken had no idea that the years of
opening himself, working to stretch his ass, going for a prolapsed anus,
had left his inner sphincter much lower than normal and accessible.

He bent over and took Ron's cock into his mouth, working it from semi-hard
to rigid.  He plunged it into his throat, soaking it in saliva.  His own
cock was oozing quite a bit of precum.  Getting on his knees he straddled
Ron's legs and dripped cum over his cock.  Then standing up on the couch,
his cock opposite Ron's face, he leaned in for his first cock suck.  Ron
eagerly shoved his mouth over Ken's cock.

Ken had to wrap his arms around Ron's head to keep from falling over, his
knees almost buckling as he felt the wet warmth of Ron's mouth engulf his
cock.  Still he needed Ron's cock in his ass more than anything.  He gently
pulled his cock out, and wrapping his hands behind Ron's neck, he lowered
himself down.

Ron held his wet, glistening cock steady, and under Ken's asshole.  Ken
began to sit on it, feeling it enter him, the long foreskin rolling back as
it did.  He began to whimper as he slowly lowered himself down with immense
patience.  It was all he had dreamed of.  He pressed his body against Ron,
his balls and cock dragging over Ron's belly.  He was surprised at how
different it felt than when he used dildos on himself.  This was way
better, it felt different, something alive in him, moving through his
asshole, scraping into his rectum.  The curve in Ron's cock moved against
the wall inside him as he settled his ass on Ron's thighs, squirming to get
it in as deep as he could.  The cock, as nicely thick as it is, was
significantly thinner than what Ken usually used to penetrate his ass.  So
he didn't feel anything when it passed through his low hanging inner ring.
Ken lifted his ass off Ron's thighs a few inches, then fell back down.  He
wiggled more, then up again, and back down.  He corkscrewed on the cock,
determined to reach everywhere inside him.  He wrapped his arms around Ron
and drew his mouth to his, spearing his tongue inside.  Widely opening his
mouth he ground his face against Ron's as he fucked himself.

"I want to fuck you doggy style" Ron said when they took a break for air.
Ron stood up with Ken draped over him, then lowered him to the ground, his
cock sliding out from deep within Ken.  With abject horror Ken saw Ron's
cock was covered thickly with his shit.  The top five inches were
completely covered with a thick coating, a huge dollop of shit clinging to,
and extending past the head of his cock.

Ken froze, unbelieving.  Time stopped, he didn't know what to do.  He
glanced at Ron, then immediately hung his head.  He stood there, staring at
Ron's cock, trying to come to grips with what he saw.  He could smell his
shit, see a smear of it on Ron's belly.  He was tempted to run, to try and
wipe it off, but he couldn't move. Then from a distance he heard Ron.

"That is the sexiest thing I have ever seen" Ken thought he heard.

Ken's mind tried to digest that, but couldn't.

"What" he asked dumbly.

Ron looked at him and distinctly repeated "That is the sexiest thing I've
ever seen".

Ken's mouth opened and closed a few times before he could respond.  "What
should I do?" he asked.

"It's your shit do what you want"

"But, but it's on your cock"

"So clean it off then, in the way you really want to"

Ken couldn't believe this.  He knew what he wanted to do.  What he had
always wanted to do, but had been to ashamed and scared to.  Was now the
time?  Could he let Ron see his darkest secret?

"Are you sure?" he stammered out?

Ron nodded.

Ken sank again to his knees before Ron.  The filthy cock in front of him.
But to Ken it was beautiful.  It was a lovely chocolate brown with nuggets
of hard pieces embedded in a softer matrix.  There was that glob on the end
sticking out past the head a couple of inches, about an inch thick.
Feeling as if he had no control over the situation, like it was ordained by
someone else, he leaned forward.  The smell grew stronger, the vision of
that shit coated cock was all he saw.  He was a little scared, could he
take that into his mouth?  Was Ron just making a fool of him?  None of that
mattered though, this opportunity was what he lived for.

He thought he should reach out with his tongue and taste it maybe, then
wipe it off, but that wasn't what he wanted, or needed.  He knew he could
do nothing but plunge his open mouth over it.  His heart thudded in his
chest.  He had ceased to breathe.  He placed his hands on Ron's butt
cheeks, taking comfort and support in the touch.  He pulled Ron to him; his
mouth opened wide.  Pausing with that long shit covered dick just inches
from entering his mouth, saliva welling up, almost drooling over his lip,
he thought this was what he really wanted.  He knew it was, but he wanted
to experience the need more.  How he was taking a step further than he had
gone before.  He was doing it in front of another boy, becoming vulnerable,
never again able to keep his secret desires locked up inside.  He was
almost as desperate to show publicly how perverted he was, as he was
sexually driven.  The desire to eat shit, human waste, taste, feel and
smell it and know that it was going to be in his stomach, then circulate
through his body and be shit out again was overwhelming.  Not just his
shit, but Ron's as well, anybodies shit.

His tongue reached out, saliva dripping off the tip and he slid the cock
into his mouth.  He could feel the hard parts sliding over his tongue, the
softer parts gathering inside, the different textures moving across his
lips.  Surprisingly the taste wasn't bad, not what he expected.  He felt
the pure shit at the end of the cock fill the back of his mouth, the smell
drifting through his head.

Just before it all entered his throat he pressed his lips hard around Ron's
cock and pulled slowly back, using his lips to scrape off the shit and
clean off the cock.  He could feel the shit backing up behind his lips and
the swelling of the head as he slid the cock out of his mouth.  Then it was
just the foreskin clamped by his filthy lips, moments before it popped out
of his mouth.  He had it now, a mouthful of shit, diluting inside his
mouth, completely encompassing his tongue, squeezing between his teeth and
gums as he slowly closed his jaws.

Ron lowered himself to his knees, pressing his body against Ken's, feeling
his nipples poking into his chest, their cocks rubbing together.  Ken's
hands sliding up his back, then pulling him in.  Their mouths opened and
pressed together, hard, lips mashed to lips, tongues probing.  Ron's tongue
digging into Ken's mouth, Ken's pushing shit into Ron's mouth.  They
swapped shit back and forth, letting it dissolve between them, swallowing
it down.

All Ken's inhibitions were gone now. He could enjoy what drove him without
reservations.  He would be able to feel Ron's hand deep within him he knew.
Push his tongue deep within Ron's ass and suck out his shit, shit one of
his massive turds directly onto Ron where they both could play with it.

He was free.

Considering a part 2 if there's any interest.