Date: Sat, 26 Apr 2008 14:44:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Toby Tyler <tobyt_yler@yahoo.com>
Subject: Scat Boy For Pay

Scat Boy for Pay

By

Toby Tyler

(M/B, int, piss, scat, submission)

The story is completely fiction. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal for
you to read it, then you will probably be struck blind, which is why you
shouldn't be reading it in the first place. If you enjoyed my story, you
can check out some of my other stories on Nifty: Seventh Grade Foot Slave,
Fucked-Up Kid, Brother Sucker, Urinal Boy and Poor Little Shit Boy. I'd
love to hear from my readers. You can email me at Tobyt_yler@yahoo.com, and
please remember to mention the title of the story in the subject line.

This is just a quick little one-shot and I'm not planning on writing any
more for it, as I want to devote more time to the longer stories I have in
progress. I hope you enjoy it.

My apartment overlooks a small park with a basketball court. I often enjoy
looking out the back window during the summer, when all the neighborhood
boys are playing basketball, often with their shirts off.

I pass by the basketball courts every day on my way home to work.
Occasionally I will stop in the men's room to see if there's any action
going on. Usually there isn't. I've almost never seen any guys cruising in
there, but I still check it out. You never know.

Luis is a very sexy 14 year old Puerto Rican boy who hangs out with his
friends at the park. He usually wears basketball shorts and a skimpy white
tank top. His hair is spiked up in a very precise manner, and he always
tries to look and act very tough.

It was in that men's room that Luis caught my eye. He was really young,
probably too young to be cruising. But still I tried to get a look at his
dick at the urinal. He saw me looking, gave me a nasty look, zipped up and
walked off. I left the men's room feeling like a pervert, which I guess I
was. I hoped the boy wouldn't point me out to his friends and tell them
that I was staring at his dick.

Every day when I passed the basketball courts on my way home from work, I
would casually check to see if that boy was there. Often he would catch me
looking at him and would return my gaze with an icy stare. Then again, I
would feel a little guilty that I was getting turned-on by such a young
boy.

One day I had to work late, and I didn't get home until after dark. As I
passed the park I noticed that Luis was alone, shooting hoops. I hoped he
wouldn't notice me as I passed, studying every muscle of his lean young
body, his scuffed basketball shoes and sweaty tank top.

He must have felt my eyes on him. He stopped shooting hoops, turned to me
and gave me a cold stare. He looked at me. I looked at him. Then he spoke.

"What the fuck do you want?"

I was embarrassed. "Oh, nothing. You're just really good at shooting hoops,
that's all. I like to watch."

"Why the fuck do you keep looking at me? What the fuck do you want?"

I told him what I wanted. It was humiliating to actually tell the boy
exactly what I felt like doing to him. I knew it was crazy; he was a
neighbor and could tell his parents or the police that I had propositioned
him. But I did it anyway.

He shook his head. "That's fucked up," he said. "Get the fuck outta here!"

When I got to my apartment I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. I could
not believe that I had actually propositioned a young teenage boy. What was
even worse was nasty thing I had asked him to do.

I was nervous for a week. I desperately hoped the boy wouldn't tell anyone
what I had asked him to do.  I jumped at every sound, expecting the police
to show up at my door at any moment.

After a few weeks I calmed down, forgot about the incident, and went on
with my life. And that's when my relationship with Luis really started.

The entrance to my apartment is around the back of the building; I have to
go through an alley behind the fence from the basketball court. There is a
small vestibule and a flight of stairs leading to my apartment on the
second floor.

When I was coming around the alley to my door, I was surprised to see the
boy waiting for me. I guess it wasn't too hard for him to figure out where
I lived, since he probably caught me staring at him from my window from
time to time. I started to get nervous. I hoped this kid wasn't going to
blackmail me.

"Oh, hi," I said nervously. "Excuse me," I said as I took out my keys to
unlock my door.

"How much are you willing to pay?"

"Huh?!!"

"You told me what you want. Now how much you willing to pay for it?"

I nervously looked around to make sure nobody was watching us. I unlocked
the door. "Let's talk inside," I said.

"By the way, my name's Luis."

Luis was a shrewd negotiator. We discussed what I wanted and how much he
wanted in a very businesslike manner.

"So I'll just come up here whenever I have to, is that the idea?" Luis
asked.

"Yeah. Just let me know. The bell doesn't work, so call me and I'll come
down and let you in."

"And you'll pay up front, right?"

"Of course."

I gave Luis my number and he left. There was nothing I could do but wait
for him.

Here's what I told Luis that I wanted to do: I told him I wanted to drink
his piss and eat his shit. Luis agreed to let me do this, and he named his
price. $10 for his piss and $20 for his shit. I thought the price was
reasonable.

The first few times went like this. Instead of using the restroom near the
basketball courts, Luis would duck into the alley and call me on his cell
phone. I would come downstairs and let the boy in. I would follow him
upstairs, watching his tight ass and smooth brown legs, feeling excited and
slightly sick at the thought of what I was about to do.

I would let Luis into my apartment and promptly pay him what he asked. Then
he would go into my bathroom and close the door. He was very shy at
first. After a few minutes he would come out of the bathroom and, without
looking at me, leave my apartment and return to his friends on the
basketball court.

When I would go into my bathroom, I would find that he had filled the water
glass (the one I used for brushing my teeth) with warm, yellow piss. If he
had to take a shit, there would be a few brown turds in the bowl. He was
always thoughtful enough to place the used toilet paper on top of the
toilet tank.

Then I could spend the rest of the evening alone, playing with his
shit-streaked toilet paper, savoring his piss and sucking on his fine turds
from the toilet. At first, I just enjoyed holding the shit in my mouth
while I masturbated; later on I would eat it.

It took me a long time to finally coax Luis to feed me his piss and shit
directly. After a few weeks, Luis became comfortable with letting me watch
him take a dump. I would put a sheet of plastic on the floor and watch
Luis's beautiful hole open up as he squatted on the floor, expanding to
allow the ripe shit to drop from his anus.

Luis eventually really got to enjoy this, especially when it came to the
verbal abuse. I had told him that he could humiliate me in any way he
wanted. Luis enjoyed it because the role playing allowed him to retain some
of his masculinity. I'd be on my knees in front of him, waiting for him to
unzip and use my mouth like a urinal.

"You disgust me, you filthy maricon!" Luis would say as he spat in my
face. I would thank him, lick the gob of spit from my lips, open my mouth
and wait patiently for Luis to drain his bladder into my mouth.

Luis never kept his cock very clean, and the stink was so strong that I
could smell it even inches away from his crotch. And when he pulled his
fat, stinking, uncut cock out of his jeans, the smell was even more
intense! I wanted to taste his luscious cock, but for the first few months
he wouldn't let me. He'd piss into my open mouth, and then I would always
try to lick the last drop off of his dick. He'd always pull his dick away
and smack me on the side of my head.

"Don't you fuckin' touch my dick, faggot!"

"Sorry, Luis."

I loved to watch him take a shit, my nose as close to his hole as he would
let me get. "You're such a fuckin' perv, aint you? Gettin' hard watchin' me
take a dump! Fuckin' nasty!"

"You have such a beautiful ass, Luis. I would love to kiss it someday."

"You'll be lucky if I let you sniff my farts!"

As things progressed, Luis would let me touch him. It happened in stages.
First Luis let me lick the last drops of piss off of his dick. Then Luis
began pissing with his cock in my mouth. But what made me really happy was
the day Luis started to let me wipe his ass for him. I would sit eagerly
watching him shit on the plastic with a roll of toilet paper in my hand. I
loved devoting special attention to the boy's smooth hole, making sure it
was nice and clean when he was finished.

Eventually, Luis began shitting directly into my mouth. I remember the day
it happened. I got a call from Luis. He told me he had to use my toilet.

I was confused. Why did he want to use my toilet? At that point we had
progressed to Luis shitting on a plate and watching me eat it while he
called me a lousy faggot shit eater.

I let him in. Once again, he told me he had to use my toilet.

"But I have the plate ready for you. Don't you want to shit on that and get
your $20?

"You weren't listening, you stupid homo! I didn't say I had to use your
toilet. I said `I gotta use you, toilet!'"

I must have grinned from ear to ear when he said that. Immediately I lay
down on the floor, waiting to receive my treat from Luis. Luis took off his
pants and squatted over my face. He began to strain, and his puckered hole
opened up with a blast of hot fart. I inhaled deeply.

"Mmm, you like that, maricon? You like being my toilet?"

"I love it, Luis." I placed my hands on his smooth ass cheeks and parted
them, getting a better look at his hole. I got blasted with another fart.

"Now lick my ass."

I was so happy that Luis was finally letting me rim him. "That's it, fag,
get your tongue way up in that shit. His hole expanded and I shoved my
tongue in. He was nice and dirty, and I could feel and taste his bitter
shit coating my tongue.

"Nothing like having a nasty white faggot like you sucking my dirty Puerto
Rican hole!" Luis gasped as I shoved my tongue in further until I could
feel the hard mass of shit in his rectum. I was hard as a rock, and
although I couldn't see Luis's cock from my position, I suspect that he was
hard, too.

Luis began to push the turd out. I wrapped my lips tightly around his anus,
helping the turd out by sucking on it.

"Yeah, that's it! Keep sucking that hole!" Luis pushed out some more, and
soon I felt the tip of the turd causing my lips to expand as they wrapped
around it. He let the turd slip out part of the way, and then he stopped
pushing.

"Tell me you love me, faggot!"

Now this was really turning me on! I was doing something so nasty and
depraved with this tough Puerto Rican kid, and now he wanted me to tell him
that I loved him! Somehow saying those words in this context made them seem
so kinky.

"I love you, Luis!" I gasped.

"You love me so much you eat my Puerto Rican shit, right?"

"I'll eat your shit whenever you want me to, Luis!"

"Now suck it out of my hole for me!"

I kept sucking at the turd until it broke off in my mouth. I almost came in
my pants. I quickly swallowed it without thinking. One thing I've learned
in scat is that he who hesitates is lost. But if you get the first piece
down, the rest of it is no problem.

I ate two more pieces of shit from Luis, and then dutifully licked his
asshole clean. Later on I paid him very well for that session.

Luis has been my scat boy for pay for almost a year now. We've pretty much
fallen into a routine. He comes in, uses me as his toilet and then leaves.
He still won't let me suck his cock or jack off while we're playing; I have
to jack off after he leaves, usually while I'm still savoring the taste of
his shit in my mouth.

I've also come to trust Luis, and I'm pretty sure he will never tell
anything about what we do, or try to rob me. In fact, I trust Luis so much
that I even gave him a set of keys to my apartment and showed him where I
keep my money. Now he just lets himself in, feeds me his shit and piss,
helps himself to my beer and cigarettes, takes some money out of my wallet
and leaves. Often I'll come home to find him sitting on my couch, drinking
a beer and ready to piss it down my throat. We have a wonderful
relationship.


The End