SAM'S STORY

I've been turned on by shit as far back as I can remember. As a kid,
I'd take a crap, sniff the toilet paper I'd wiped my ass with, look
at my turds floating in the water, and even get down and stick my
head in the bowl to get a good whiff of the powerful odor I liked so
much. Sometimes if I got shit on my fingers, I'd lick it off, just to
see what it tasted like.

I was a pretty precocious kid and a pill to my folks. My dad was
stationed in Germany and my mom had a career too. I saw my dad every
once in a while and my mom not much more often, they were both busy
with their work.

They'd have me shipped off to my grandfather's farm every summer in
the Midwest as soon as school was out. I'd spend the whole summer
there until school started again in the fall. I really loved summer
'cause my grandpa paid so much attention to me and pretty much let me
do whatever I wanted. I never wore much of anything except a skimpy
pair of shorts, and by the time I was shipped back to my mom the only
white skin on me was my butt. The rest of me was honey brown, my hair
bleached out to a white-blonde.

Grandpa's farm was kind of primitive in some ways. There was no
bathroom, just an outhouse. We bathed in a big tub in the kitchen. He
and I'd get naked and get in that tub in the evening and he'd scrub
my back and soap my hair. He was the first grown man I'd ever seen
naked and he fascinated me. He had a great body for his age, which
must have been about fifty something about then. I liked looking at
his muscles and especially at his big cock that hung down with the
flap of skin over the head that mine didn't have. Being naked with
grandpa seemed like the most natural thing, he never made a big deal
out of it. I asked him one night why my cock was different from his
and he explained about foreskins and how when he was born they didn't
do anything to them.

We slept in the same bed too, as there was only the one, and I got
the sense of love and security that I never got at home. He never did
anything sexual with me, just held me at night and made me feel good.
He was probably real lonely when I think back on it, my grandmother
having died years before.

When I was about thirteen grandpa had a mild stroke that made him
unable to do everything on the farm he once was able to. He needed
help with the daily work and got himself a hired hand.

The guy's name was Joe and he was in his mid twenties, muscular, big,
and hairy. He became my friend and kind of a big brother to me. He
rarely wore a shirt and I spent many hours watching him as he worked,
his muscles straining, sweat making them glisten in the sun. He took
charge of me, teaching me how to milk cows and help with the other
chores around the place. One of my favorite things was to ride with
Joe on grandpa's old mare, holding on to him tight from behind, my
hands able to touch that hard, hairy body of his. If he ever noticed
my hardon when riding, he never mentioned it. It felt so good sitting
on that warm horse flesh, my crotch pressed up against his butt,
holding on tight, my cock rubbing around in my shorts and drooling
sticky stuff.

Joe would take me down the a swimming hole on a creek that ran
through the farm. We would goof around and he'd dunk me, grabassing
me like a kid himself, then we'd lay in the sun to dry off. I almost
always got a hardon then, the sun and the nearness of Joe making me
pop a boner. When Joe would notice, he's say it was natural, that I
had good hormones, whatever those were.

I used to spend a lot of time in grandpa's outhouse 'cause I liked
the smell in there so much. I'd peer down into the hole and look at
all the turds, piss and wads of toilet paper. I'd wonder which turds
were Joe's, which were grandpa's, and which were mine. One day I
pulled open the outhouse door to find Joe squatting on the old wooden
seat, a nearly finished cigarette between his lips, wiping his ass
off from the crap he'd just taken. He stood up then, right in front
of me, his cock and nuts swinging. I was speechless staring at his
crotch, knowing he'd just taken a shit. I wanted to look into the
hole and see what his dump was like. He took a last drag off his
smoke and tossed the butt in the can.

"You need to use the crapper or what, Sam?"

"I...uh...yeah, I guess I do, Joe."

I wasn't very sly as I stepped inside the outhouse with Joe. I
couldn't help myself, I looked into the hole way too long before I
sat down. I could see those three fat shit logs he must have dumped
in there, sitting high on top of the turd pyramid. Joe had a funny
look on his face when I glanced up at him. Then I noticed he wasn't
pulling up his pants, but was stroking on his cock with his hand. I
couldn't take my eyes off him.

"I hope my dick will get as big as yours some day, Joe. It's real
beautiful."

Joe laughed and asked, "You ever jack off, Sam?"

I didn't know what that meant, so I shook my head no.

"You're shittin' me. Your dick is always getting hard, boy. You mean
you've never yanked a load out of it?"

I just sat there, Joe's cock now having gotten bigger and harder. I
was fascinated by its size and thickness. A pearly drop appeared at
the piss slit.

"Mine does that sometimes too, Joe. What is that sticky stuff?"

Joe took his finger and scooped the drop up off his cock head and
then stuck his finger in his mouth.

"It's mighty good stuff, Sam. Called precum. Helps lube up your dick
when you want to fuck. Know what I mean?"

I had no idea what he meant, but I nodded yes. My cock was hard
between my legs, poking down into the void of the shithole below me.
I absently pulled it up and fisted it like Joe was doing to his.

"You want to help me, Sam? Come on, put your other hand around my
dick and rub it up and down like you're doing to yours."

I reached out and took his man sized tool into my small hand and did
as he said. It was the most exciting thing I'd ever done in my life.
Suddenly, Joe threw his head back and his cock spewed out gobs of
clear white goo that got all over my hand and hit me in the face and
chest. I was so startled I dropped his cock, I thought I'd hurt him
or something. I was a pretty ignorant kid.

"Oh, man, Sam, that felt great, buddy."

Then Joe looked down at me and I guess he saw the look on my face. He
squatted down in front of me and took my goo covered hand. He brought
it up to his mouth and licked some of the goo up and ate it.

"You never do that yourself before, Sam? Really?"

"No, I... I thought I'd hurt you or something, Joe."

"No way, kid. That was exactly what I wanted you to do. It felt
great. Tastes real good too."

He scooped a gob of his cum off my cheek and put it in my mouth. I
sucked his finger and swallowed the cooling jiz. My cock bobbed.

"Yeah, Sam. It tastes real good, huh?"

Joe just kept scooping up the scattered drops of his cum and putting
them to my lips. I gobbled every bit of his load down that he offered
me. My cock ached, it was so hard. Joe bent his head and took my cock
in his mouth, sucking it all the way in. I felt my whole body shudder
and I convulsed and grabbed onto Joe. I'd just had my first orgasm of
my life.

"You see, Sam, there's more than one way to get your dick off. Did
you like that? Feel good?"

I couldn't speak I was so overcome with the sensations coursing
through my body and mind. My head was still reeling and stars were
flashing in my eyes. Joe must have understood and hugged me to his
naked chest.



By the middle of summer that year Joe and I were having sex every
day. I had a hard time getting his big dick all the way in my mouth,
but I managed enough to satisfy him and he taught me eventually to be
a superb cocksucker. He got me to sixty-nine with him and taught me
how to lick and suck his nuts the way he licked it done. We always
shot our cum loads in each other's mouth and I really got into cum
eating.

One afternoon after our swim, Joe rolled over on top of me and
started humping my ass. It felt real good, his sun drenched, hairy
body covering me, his hard cock poking between my legs.

"I want to fuck you in the ass, Sam. You think you can take it?"

"Yeah, Joe, put it in me."

I didn't know what it was going to feel like, but I knew I wanted it.
Joe rubbed some spit into my asshole and on his dick head and started
pushing it up my ass.

"OOOWWW!!! Fuck that hurts, Joe! Oh, take it out, take it out!"

I was thrashing around under him as he continued to slide into me,
totally ignoring my pleas. He held me tight and cooed reassurance
into my ear.

"Just relax, Sam. Take it like a man. Take it. You've got to want it.
You've got to want it inside you real bad, then it stops hurting and
starts feeling good, baby. Now just relax and feel good. I'm not
going to move, just hold it up there inside you and stretch you out
some. Get that hole of yours used to having a man's dick up inside
it. Yeah, tell yourself how much you need that dick, boy. How much
you want me screwing your hot little hole."

After a while it felt better and I liked the fullness of having my
butt stuffed with dick. Joe slowly pulled out of me and rolled off of
me.

"That's enough for today, Sam. I want you to like it, so we're going
to take it real slow, one day at a time. Now how about sucking this
thing for me, I know you like that a lot."

As I put my mouth on his cock I got a strong taste of my shit. I had
licked it off my fingers before when shitting alone in the outhouse,
so it didn't freak me out or anything. I really got off on Joe's cock
tasting like shit. It made sucking him even hotter than before. He
must have noticed my enjoyment.

"It's pretty shitty, huh, Sam? You taste that shit on my cock? Taste
good? You like eating that shit?"

My cock answered for me by shooting off its load without even being
touched. Joe blew his cum in my mouth then too. I spent a long time
licking up and down the shaft, getting every bit of shit flavor off
of it.

Joe looked at me kind of funny and laughed, then went and jumped in
the water again. I sat on the ground in the sun and took one of Joe's
cigarettes out of his pack and lit it. He had taught me how to smoke
too. Taking just a little bit of smoke in so I wouldn't cough or
puke. Joe came back out of the water and flopped down next to me. He
just shook his head and smiled when he looked over at me.

 The next day we were in the barn and he grabbed me from behind as I
was forking some hay into one of the stalls. He yanked my shorts off
and I felt his cock poking at my asshole.

"Come on over here and let me try fucking you again, Sam."

Joe pulled me into a horse stall and pushed me face down onto the hay
strewn floor. His weight came down on top of me and I felt him
slicking up my crack with spit again. The stall hadn't been cleaned
yet that day and my face was practically right in a pile of horse
shit as Joe eased his pole into me.

"Yeah, Sam, take it. Take my cock in you, boy. You want me fucking
your shit hole, don't you? Want to get fucked by your buddy Joe?
Yeah, I can feel your shit in there with my dick. You're full of
shit, Sam. Real full of hot nasty shit, boy. I like it that way.
Gonna pack that fudge for you, boy, get my cock all nice and brown
for you."

It still hurt, but not enough for me to protest. I really wanted Joe
to do it. I wanted to be able to get fucked up the ass by him. Joe
started slowly pumping in and out of me. I thought it felt a lot like
taking a dump on the out-strokes. Joe started picking up his pace and
soon was ramming me real hard. He had his hands on my shoulders and
my face was getting pressed more and more into the pile of horse
shit. It smelled good, real fresh. I opened my mouth and let the
horse shit get on my tongue and inside my mouth. It felt hot getting
shit on my face and my shit filled ass getting screwed. Joe grunted
real loud and I could tell he was shooting off inside me. I liked
knowing I had his cum in there, that he'd creamed in my shit. He kept
his cock in me and lay tight against my back.

"Whoa, boy, look at that damn face of yours! You lickin' that horse
turd there? Huh? You like getting your face pushed into a pile of
shit? Oh, yeah, boy!"

Joe grabbed me by the hair and really mashed my face into that horse
shit. I was humping against the ground, Joe's cock still jammed up my
hole. He yanked my head up and looked at me.

"You really love shit, don't you, Sam? Like eatin' it, don't ya?
Really liked lickin' it off my cock yesterday, now you're suckin' on
horse shit. I think you need to eat some man shit. You eat man shit,
Sam? That why you always hanging out in the outhouse? Huh? Checkin'
out those man turds in the crapper?"

Joe pulled out of my ass then and flipped me over. I saw his cock was
still hard and it was caked and dripping with brown shit chunks. He
brought it to my mouth and drove it inside.

"Clean my shitty cock off, Sam. Eat it up, boy. Then I'm gonna give
you a real treat. Something I bet you don't even know you want yet."

I sucked all my shit off his cock, felt it mix with my saliva and
swallowed it down. Joe pushed his dick head to the back of my throat
and started taking a leak.

"Gonna rinse that filthy mouth of yours out first, boy," he muttered,
unloading a long stream of urine into my mouth.

I drank it, gulping at the hot piss. Then Joe pulled his still
pissing cock from my mouth and squatted over my face. As I looked up,
I saw his asshole coming down onto my mouth. The hole was puckered
open, the end of a dark brown, fat turd peeping out at me. I just
opened my mouth and greeted his shit hole and log with my lips.

"Just what you wanted, huh, Sam? Some of old Joe's hot shit. I saw
you checkin' out my turds that day in the outhouse. Saw your cock
throbbin' looking at those fine logs I dumped in there. You're a shit
freak, boy. Just like your buddy Joe. I fuckin' love shit. I'm gonna
show you all about it too, boy. Get you good and full of my shit.
Yeah, boy, come on. Suck it outta me. I'm doing it, Sam. Taking a
shit. Right in your mouth. That's where it belongs, huh? In your
mouth?"

It was as intense as my first orgasm with Joe that day in the
outhouse. I was sucking out a big, fat, juicy turd from Joe's
asshole, his guts pushing it out into me. And what was really hot was
that he wanted me to do it. He wanted to give me his shit in my
mouth. His shit flowed into my mouth, covering my teeth, pinning my
tongue down, filling every spare nook and space until there was no
where else for it to go but start sliding down my throat. I felt my
insides were being completely stuffed and covered with shit. I loved
it.

Joe stood up and looked down at me, jacking on his cock. He had a
wild look in his eyes as he stared at my shit filled mouth. He
squatted down and sat his ass on my hard cock. It slipped inside him
easily and he bounced up and down on it for a while, obviously
enjoying the feel of a dick up his butt. He stopped and let my cock
come out, then shit again, this time all over my crotch. He mashed
his shit onto my cock and balls with his hand and then sucked me into
his mouth. I came big time, blowing my wad between his shit sucking
lips. He drank it down greedily, then inserted his cock into the shit
hole of my mouth and came again himself. It was about then that I
barfed, spewing shit, piss, cum, my breakfast, and his cock out of
me. The mess started to land mostly in Joe's crotch and I tried to
turn my head, but Joe held me in place and made me vomit onto his
shitty cock and nuts. He really got off on it, rubbing the shitty
puke all over himself.



Joe and I did a lot of shit eating and fucking after that day, but
the summer ended and I was shipped back to my mother. I hated to go,
but there wasn't much I could do about it. I spent all winter and
spring thinking about Joe and even wrote him letters and called him
on the phone. He encouraged me to meet other guys and told me to try
hanging out in restrooms, which I did. I fucked around with some
older kids from school too. But I really wanted to get back to
grandpa's farm for the summer so I could be with Joe and do all the
things with our shit we wanted to do.

When I did finally get back there the next summer, Joe was as glad to
see me as I was him. He took me out to the outhouse that night and we
got naked. He stuck my ass with his cock and fucked me bent over, my
head and torso down in the hole, a foot or so above the crap.

"You want me to do it Sam? You want me to shove your fucking head
down in that pile of shit? Huh, boy? You going to do it for me? Just
like you said? Yeah, open your sewer mouth, kid, here you go!"

I felt Joe's cock slip from my ass and him grab my ankles. As he
lifted up my legs, my head sank straight into the muck, my open mouth
filling with shit. Joe let go of my ankles and dropped the rest of me
into the shit hole. I felt my cock hit the shit and I writhed in and
hugged the huge pile of shit, knowing and loving how many months
worth of it was Joe's.

I came up for air to feel Joe grabbing at me. I didn't dare open my
eyes, my head being coated inches thick with shit slop. I had to
clear it away from my nose to breathe. I could hear Joe saying
something, but the shit in my ears was muffling the words too much. I
dug at my ear holes trying to get what he was saying.

I felt Joe forcing my mouth open by squeezing my cheeks together and
then a thick, fat turd being inserted inside. I chewed and swallowed
and felt another log being forced into my mouth. My cock was
throbbing hard, dripping shit.

I reached around to my ass and bore down, taking a dump in my hand. I
held it out in front of me and felt Joe's lips on my fingers as he
gobbled it up, eating my shit out of my hand. He continued jamming
shit logs into my mouth and I kept eating them. Then I felt Joe's
mouth on my butt hole and I started shitting again, loving the
sensation of his tongue digging it out of me.

Joe got in front of me again and planted his mouth on mine and
frenched me good. I sensed what he was doing an instant before it
happened. He retched. He barfed up all my shit he'd eaten and fed it
back to me, his mouth locked onto mine. That in turn got me going and
I retched too. I must have made quite a sight, a human log of
standing shit with brown slime vomit spraying out of me.

Joe shoved me down into the pool of turds and got his dick in me. As
he fucked me hard, he held my head down under the shit. I was slowing
suffocating in the mass of turds, my cock ready to blow, Joe pounding
my ass for all he was worth. I felt him cum in me and let my load go
too, my mouth open, sucking in as much shit as I could as Joe held my
head down in it.

He let me up and I clawed and scraped at my face to breathe. We held
on to each other and rolled around in the shit hole for a while
longer, then climbed out. It had been just as we'd planned for
months.

That summer was better than the one before. And each summer after
that Joe and I got even more into our shit sex. When I was 19, my
grandfather died and left me the farm. It wasn't very hard to choose,
I moved immediately and Joe and I have lived here together ever
since, eating shit and loving it.