Date: Sat, 14 Jun 2003 19:00:56 -0800 From: rich bundner Subject: Latino Produce Worker (ws, scat) About ten years ago, I worked the graveyard shift at a packaging company in Los Angeles. I took my lunch break around three in the morning. I would walk over to the nearby produce area which had a restaurant that stayed open all night. After I ate, I usually walked around the market area before slipping into the large public restroom to do my business. It didn't take long for me to discover that I could get a tastier meal in the restroom than in the restaurant and over the couple of years that I worked in the area, I had quite a few encounters. The restroom had two long piss troughs near the door and another one in an overflow area toward the back that was needed to handle the large crowds that turned up in the early morning hours. At this hour in the morning, though, it was relatively quiet with just an occasional worker who would pop in to relieve himself. For the most part, the workers were young Latino men and I soon developed a craving for watching them haul out their puffy, uncut chorizos and let loose with a spray of piss. Most of these handsome hombres would just pull the skin slightly off the piss slit before sending their strong streams against the porcelain trough. Some of the younger guys were often playful and would deliberately cross streams with their buddies while chattering away in Spanish. A couple of them though would piss through their puckered foreskins, sending out a misty spray of piss all around them. Occasionally, if I was close enough, I could even feel the spray of piss on my arms. Of particular interest to me was this one young guy whom I developed quite a crush on. He would always peel his velvety foreskin back before he'd piss, and without fail, I'd noticed an accumulation of creamy smegma on his rosy prickhead. After he'd piss, he'd swipe his finger around his prickhead and flip the cheesy secretion into the trough. On my last day of work before I left L.A. for good, I saw him enter the restroom. I was overtaken with a sudden urge to see his cheesy dick one last time. I waited briefly so as not to alarm him that I was in hot pursuit of him. When I entered the restroom, there was no one in sight. I wandered to the back to the overflow section where the stalls were also located. I got to the end stall, and lo and behold, there he sat on the shitter with his coveralls down around his legs. I sprang an instant boner just looking at this near perfect image. You get the picture, black hair, trim brown body, white T-shirt, red baseball cap, dark green coveralls bunched up around his ankles. The doors on the stalls had long ago been removed. I could not assume that he was there for any other reason than to take a shit, and I was hesitant to initiate anything. I must have lingered a second too long though because he smiled and lifted his heavy brown organ out of the bowl and held it in his hand as though it were a banana wanting to be peeled. It took me only seconds to drop to my knees in front of this Aztec creature. His prick had already begun to swell and his shinny black pubis stared me in the face, giving off an enticing aroma. I took his foreskin covered prick in my mouth and sucked briefly as it quickly swelled to its full girth, but then took it out, hoping to retract the snug skin and retrieve the treasure that I knew hid beneath it. He quickly became agitated and tried to force my head back down on his now rigid organ. "Chupa mi verga, chupa, maricon," he kept urging. I was about ready to resume sucking his prick when he suddenly spread his hairy legs. To my great disgust, there in the yellowed water lay a monstrous brown turd just inches from my face. Now I am not at all into scat, never have been and never will be, but the fumes of his turd and the muskiness of his crotch intoxicated me so that I could not, would not, flee as was my initial inclination. Instead, I was overcome with a sudden urge to see from whence such a monstrosity had been delivered. Seeing no paper in the bowl, I feared I would run into a dirty mess but I nevertheless plunged my hand under his balls and sought out his shithole. My probing finger met only the slightest bit of moisture surrounding his anal opening. Relieved at his cleanliness, I attempted to gain entry to his turd chute. Upon feeling the invading digit, he started yelling " aiy, puto" and bolted from his seat. But instead of fleeing as I thought he would, he spun around, nearly tripping on his coveralls and offered me full access to his luscious anus. As he bent his head over the commode, he must have been bothered by the sight or smell of his turd because he quickly flushed the offending morsel away. Now, at last, I too could concentrate on this lovely body part without focusing on its primary function. I pulled his firm cheeks apart, a little apprehensive of what I would see in his crack. To my relief his crack appeared clean and only a little sweaty. This guy was a clean shitter and not a trace of his dirty deed was evident. His ass smelled musky, all male, without even a hint of shit. Just to be sure he was clean, I fingered his moist anal lips and brought my fingers to my nose. They were clean with just the slightest hint of shit smell. Whatever hesitation I had was soon lost when I observed up close two thin lines of black fur that framed his anus and directed me to to his puckered rosebud. It contracted several times as if it wanted to kiss me. My mouth began to salivate as the urge to french this lovely orifice quickly dispelled any apprehension I had. I kissed the rosy pucker and it seemed to kiss me back. I slid my tongue deep within the moist shit tunnel, half expecting to entwine tongues, but when I found none, I began to fuck his hole with my tongue, making love to this gorgeous worker in his most intimate of areas. He started to moan, begging over and over again "mas, mas," with each deeper intrusion, and I knew he was experiencing this intimate act for the first time in his young life. My tongue began to burn slightly. This hombre liked his chilies, no doubt about it. The thought of him eating his beans and chilies set me off and I began eating his funky asshole with gusto. I was at the point of no return when, without warning he suddenly farted. I felt him strain and press out and heard him mouth some words that included "mierda." I totally freaked out. "No, no," I yelled, pushing him away. "Not that," I said, He quickly spun around and plopped himself back down on the commode. Almost immediately, I heard a splash as he ejected a turd into the commode. Although disgusted by his defecation and by what had nearly befallen me, I quickly assumed my kneeling position between his spread legs. The offending turd floated in the water and the stench rose to my nose, but by now I was so aroused from making love to his asshole that nothing could deter me from my quest. I was determined to clean his cheesy prickhead and drink his creamy load no matter what the consequences. I took hold of his throbbing pinga. Only a dime-sized patch of crimson cockhead peeked out from the snug foreskin. I slowly peeled back the magnificent brown sheathing. An enticing smell hit my nose as his creamy smegma came into view. In awe I looked up at him, but he just smirked and spit on me , crying "chupa, chupa." He seemed agitated as though he thought I would refuse to suck his cheesy prick and he soon started to use force, grabbing me by the hair and forcing my face into his smelly projectile. I resisted his coercion and started lapping up the delicious secretion of cock cheese. He seemed a little surprised and let off his grip a little as I lovingly licked up the tangy goo. After I had thoroughly cleansed his prick of all traces of smegma, I again looked up at him, but this time he only smiled and said "queso fresco" as he patted me on the head. Now I set to work giving the best blow job that I knew how. With one hand I sought out his turd chute and massaged his tender anus. I tell you I had this kid moaning like he had never experienced such a feeling in his life, and when he blasted, he had his eight inches so deeply implanted in my throat that his semen was deposited directly into my stomach without my ever even swallowing. When his contractions had ceased, he quickly pushed me away, pulled up his coveralls, flushed the toilet and left without having even wiped his ass. But like I said, this guy was a clean shitter. Or maybe he just planned to come back a little later and have someone lick his shitter clean. If I close my eyes, I can still savor his taste and smell. And to this day I cannot get enough of uncut Latin dick to satisfy my hunger.