Date: Wed, 27 Sep 2017 16:57:45 +0000
From: steve kafe <kafe35@hotmail.com>
Subject: STEVE NEEDED TO CUM (scat)

`STEVE NEEDED TO CUM'

By Steve Kafe (aka jonnyraunch) kafe35@hotmail.com

I wrote this story for my good buddy, Kevin. He was also the inspiration
for it. So KY, this is dedicated to you.

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explicit descriptions of men engaging in shit and raunch play.  Please
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Steve needed to cum.  Real bad.  He spread his thick hairy thighs apart and
rubbed the edge of his hand along his 2 week-unwashed-furry-filth trench.
He huffed in the stink wafting up from his rank, manly sewer-hole and
watched his stiff meaty, dick twitch against his hairy belly. His hand felt
the sloppy, slimy butt grime that coated his hair-crack. Nasty, stale, fat
dingle-berries surrounded his swollen, stretched cunthole. He was feeling
so horny he even thought of visiting the local whorehouse in the logging
town where he lived.  Problem is, Steve is a life-long cock- sucker. As
well as a depraved, perverted raunch-pig. So there was no way in hell he'd
get his rocks off stuffing some tired old hooker with his two-week-unwashed
cockmeat.

Thinking about his stinkin' crotch he felt a wave of gratitude that his
parents hadn't circumcised him, since over the years he'd developed a real
taste for eating his stud-smeg and tongue-cleaning the slimy cock gloves of
other uncut men.  The heady stink he was breathing in now was a combination
of fermenting knob-cheddar, a week old unwiped shithole and a hairy body
unshowered for the last 10 days. All that PLUS a shit smeared fuck-pole
he'd been painting with his turd grime every couple of days when he wanked
his meat.

You see, Steve is a particular kinda pig.  A turd-lickin', dump-munching
scat-pig.  A fuckin' hot Alaskan-shit-pig.  Six feet one inch of hairy lean
outdoorsman.  The kinda stud you'd let dump his man-waste straight into
your mouth.  That is, if you're a fellow shit-pig like his internet buddy,
Kevin.

Steve knew the only way he was gonna get some relief was to download the
nasty email, pig photos and video his buddy Kevin promised to post
him. Steve had met Kevin some years back on an internet scat site.  After
jacking off dozens of times to the wildly hot, filthy shit-videos Kevin had
posted there, Steve thought, he outta introduce himself to Kev.  He started
sending Kevin filthy boner-making messages on the site. Telling Kev how
much he fantasied being under his rimchair eating out his filthy shithole.
Or how he wanted to bury his face inside Kev's disgusting turd filled
underwear. Or how once he got on all fours while watching one of Kev's
depraved videos and shoved his own turd packed jock pouch into his toilet
mouth wishing it was Kev's shit he was chewing on.

For his part, Kevin replied with even filthier messages. `Fucking finally',
Steve thought, `I've met my match'. For Steve, it was love-at-first-wank.
He found Kev's sick, perveted messages of shit-lust so boner-making, he
jerked his uncut, cheesy cock raw reading them over and over. Soon the two
of them moved onto email exchanges and the filth continued and flourished.

Steve couldn't bear it any longer and hopped into his pick-up truck and
headed to the local pub.  It was a spit and sawdust type of bar frequented
by muscular, hairy loggers and burly construction workers with hard, round,
ball-bellies.  For the most part, these manly men were dye-in-the-wool
heteros.  But Steve knew from experience that a few of them - after a heavy
night's drinking - wouldn't turn down a suck & fuck session with another
man. So long as it wasn't ever talked about later.

Steve headed to the pub and the computer/internet connection the owner let
his regular customers use.  This was the only way he was able to read his
buddy Kev's emails.  Steve parked his truck in the empty back-lot and
headed `round front.  Mack the pub owner, greeted Steve with a huge smile
and a hearty baritone, `Watsup, buddy?'

Mack was a big, husky fellow.  And handsome to boot. Played hockey as a
young man and now in his mid-forties runs the local logger bar in a remote
part of the state.  Mack had figured in dozens of Steve's jack-off
fantasies over the past couple of years.  Inside Steve's head the scene ran
pretty much like this: Mack squats over Steve's face and pulls apart his
hairy man-trench while Steve drills his shit packed hole with his probing
pig tongue.  The fantasy culminates in Mack dumping his man-waste straight
into Steve's gaping sewer mouth.  The fantasy ends there, with Steve
busting his nut imagining Mack's stinking stud-fudge spilling outta his
toilet mouth-hole and down his bearded chin.

`Doin' fine, Mack', Steve replied, dragging himself back from his scat
fantasy. Steve wasn't the least bit concerned he was sporting a wet patch
through his jeans. He'd been dripping cock-snot ever since he got in his
truck and headed out to the pub.

`Lemme have a beer, Mack', Steve said.  He paid for his drink and
continued, `Gonna head into the back area buddy, and use the internet, if
that's OK?'

`Sure man', Mack replied, `pretty quiet tonight.  Go right back there,
nobody using it.'

Steve walked past the bar into a dimly lit cluttered store-room with its
single darkened window, a chair, a small desk supporting a wide screen
computer and a back door leading to the parking lot outside.  There was a
small lamp on the table, but otherwise the room was fairly dark.  Suited
Steve to a tee.  Seems only Mack used the computer and it was very rare for
anyone to wander in.  The computer was on, so he stuck his memory stick
into the slot `cause he wanted to download whatever Kevin had sent him in
his latest email.

Steve logged into his hotmail account and sure enough there was an email
from Kevin. Opening up Kev's email Steve started reading:

Hey Steve

Your last scat story got me so fukin' worked up I reached for my fat rubber
buttplug and fucked my packed dumphole raw while reading over and over
those hot shit scenes you wrote about. I was banging the slop outta my
sewer-hole and smelling its awesome manstink while runny ass-slime and turd
juice oozed outta my turd-tube down my thighs and all over the fukin'
floor.  I scooped up a handful of warm sludge and smeared it across my
chest and hard, dripping, cheesy fuckpole.  I licked the pasty shit-smears
off the rubber dongmeat wishing it was your filthy dildo, mate. Wiping its
stinking sloppy filth over my beard, mouth and face I took a pic of me
eating shit off the black buttplug and attached it to this email along with
a video of me in my leathers. Hope it gets you off buddy, `cause I was
thinking of you when I pushed my tongue into those pasty clumps of
dump-waste.

Steve felt his slimy, meat pressing against the inside of his jeans. He
unbuttoned his filthy trousers and yanked out his stinking cockmeat and
began a slow jerk.  Kevin's email was beginning to bone Steve's meat to the
max and he wanted to settle back and enjoy his pig session.  He was so
engrossed in reading that he didn't hear the footsteps of an approaching
intruder.

Unsuspectingly, Steve returned to Kev's email:

...fuck yeah buddy, I let loose with a wet, slop-spitting fart and took its
stink into my pig lungs, swallowing the foul, sharp turd-gas. I breathed in
my shit stink and wished you were here so I could eat your fucking slime
turds. If ya were, I'd cup my hands under your gaping, hairy cunthole and
collect half a pound of the stud-shit you'd push out.  I'd paint my face,
neck, and chest with your nasty runny slime load.  My beard'd be caked in
your rotting bowel-waste.  I'd stick my shitty hair-chin into your open
suckhole and you'd eat lumps of your stinking, foul pig-dump off my turd
dripping biker beard.  You'd take my face between your hands and spit shit
drool into my open sewer mouth.  Then we'd get back to cleaning...

By now Steve was fingering his damp, packed shithole as he read Kevin's
filthy, scat-rap.  He felt his warm, pasty, turd fudge packing his log
tunnel. Just as he withdrew his brown coated finger he looked up at the
darkened window to his right and was startled to see his buddy Rocco's
reflection gazing at the computer screen, eyes intently glued to it and
rubbing his greasy crotch.

In that moment Steve realised Rocco had been standing behind him for some
time reading Kev's email, too.  And even weirder, Rocco seemed to be
getting off on Kevin's filthy narrative by the size of his bulge reflected
in the blackened window.  Steve was sure Rocco didn't realise he saw him
reflected in the glass.  So he thought, `let's see where this leads'.  He
returned to fingering his slimy, stinking manhole and began downloading the
pics Kevin attached to his email. Fuck they were nasty.  Filthy pig pics of
Kev's cheesy fuck stick, of his swollen turd-smeared pig-cunt, of his scum
briefs loaded with butt slop and yeah, there was the pic of Kevin licking
shit off a dildo.  Fuckin' hot.

By now Rocco had yanked out his 9'' Italian sausage and was stroking it
real slow. To Steve who watched him in the window, Rocco looked like he was
in his own private pig-space getting off on Kevin's filth and oblivious to
Steve's furtive glances toward the window. This was really getting Steve
excited.  Knowing that the hottest, hairiest and most muscular logger at
the mill was slow jacking his hooded meat, drove Steve into overdrive. He
plunged 4 fingers up his sloppy shithole and painted `em brown with his
turd dump.

Steve just pretended he was in the room alone and continued collecting
sewer-slop from his rectum and smeared his cock with the foul man-filth as
he slow-jacked to Kev's nasty pics. Meanwhile Rocco gripped his massive
hairy schlong in both hands and let loose a stream of piss. He aimed the
torrent on his dirty work boots. A pool of urine collected around his feet,
yet he seemed not to care and appeared oblivious to Steve's presence. Rocco
had a loose, sloppy foreskin that hung a couple inches off his knob-head.
Big wet gobs of yellowish white head-cheese oozed from the piss-dripping,
wrinkled snout of his stinking, Italian cock-hood.  The rancid cheese stink
of Rocco's stud-meat was pure man.

Steve caught Rocco's image in the darkened window and nearly came watching
his work-mate unload his bladder just six feet behind where he sat at the
computer. Steve yielded to Rocco's enveloping cock aroma and the enfolding
escalation of the raunch scene both men were `secretly' participating
in. He decided to up the ante and opened his bowels, filling the seat of
his jeans with a thick pile of soft rank shit. The heady stench of man-mud
overtook Rocco's rancid head-cheese as the room became saturated with the
intimate toilet stink of two raunch-crazed men pretending they were each
alone.

Throwing caution to the wind, Steve stripped off his jeans and laid them on
the desk so that they were in Rocco's line of vision. Then he sat back and
began slowing edging his shit-coated cock to his buddy Kev's filthy
pics. Steve watched in the window to see Rocco look over at the fresh shit
load in his jeans and saw him drooling. Rocco was beside himself. He stuck
his thick hairy finger under his slimy cock-glove and scraped out a foul
looking lump of dick cheese then rubbed it over his tongue.  At the same
time he felt his asshole begin to relax. For his part, Steve spread his
thighs far enough apart to ensure his hooded cock and low-hangin' balls
were within Rocco's line of view. Rocco saw Steve's nuts were covered in
shit and he felt his own furry ass open up. Then Rocco walked the few feet
from behind Steve to where he sat at the computer.

Without acknowledging Steve, Rocco stared at the shit loaded jeans on the
desk and opened his hairy sweaty ass completely and felt his filthy, jeans
fill with fresh soft rank shit. Steve watched the outline of the shitload
forming around Rocco's big, meaty ass, then watched the stain of Rocco's
shit spread across the back of his butt hugging jeans.

Rocco bent sideways to unlace his boots, giving Steve a mouth-watering
close-up of his shit filled jeans. Removing his boots he then pulled off
his jeans and put them on the floor next to Steve's chair. Steve looked
down and saw the shitload in Rocco's jeans; both men driven wild by their
collective denial of what was happening. Just two work-buddies lookin' at
some dirty pics, that's all.  Like nothing was happening, Steve enlarged
another one of Kevin's scat pics. This one had Kev in a pair of shit
stained briefs and a turd slimed cigar in his toilet mouth. Then another
one of Kevin getting his shit smeared ass eaten by a hairy beefy biker in
dirty leathers and sucking off a skinhead lad in a shit stained pair of
ratty jeans.

Steve and Rocco stroked slowly as each man watched one another out of the
corner of their eye. Steve had smeared shit on his cock and Rocco looked
over and decided to do the same. Without any words exchanged Steve changed
the tempo and clicked on the video Kevin attached to the email.  This one
had Kevin dressed in leather trousers, long boots and a filthy wifebeater
smearing shit from a bucket all over his clothes.

Rocco was driven wild by Kev's manly, controlled depravity. He turned
`round to display his shit covered ass to Steve. In turn Steve scooped up a
handful of shit from Rocco's jeans and smeared the hot Italian's dump-waste
all over his furry sweaty muscular chest and bearded face. Rocco turned
`round and saw the toilet Steve had turned himself into. Steve got up from
his chair then bent over to pick up Rocco's shit filled jeans. As he did
his ass spread and Rocco watched it open up and begin to push out a fresh
man turd, Rocco couldn't take it anymore, dropped to his knees and buried
his face in Steve's filthy ass and began devouring his butt-load.  Steve
pressed Rocco's jeans to his face and began to lick the fresh ass load
piled in there. At the same time Steve opened his bladder to let a small
load of piss shoot out. Rocco took the cue and got up from eating Steve's
shit and went around to his front and began to clean Steve's filthy
foreskin.

Rocco pulled back the hood and shoved his fingers in and pulled apart the
opening. It stretched easily like some filthy elastic. At first Rocco just
shoved his snout in there and huffed in the raw smeg-stink that saturated
the sides of Steve's manly cheese-hood. The rancid stink of smegma was pure
man. Unable to resist any longer Rocco plunged his tongue into the slimy
wet cock-glove and lapped up the cheesy putrid dick slime that coated the
inside of Steve's scum-sleeve. Like a fucking cheese-hound Rocco scooped
tongue-fulls of Steve's cock filth into his latrine mouth-hole. He used his
tongue to spread the thick slimy smeg curds onto the turd stained roof of
his toilet mouth. The stench from the dirty cock smeared with his own shit
drove him wild.

With his dirty cock stuffed down Rocco's throat Steve let out a stream of
rank salty yellow piss.  It flooded Rocco's toilet mouth as Steve twisted
his thick engorged nipples. Steve grabbed shit from his hairy dirty ass
crack and smeared it all over Rocco's cock-suckin'-face. Steve went wild
with the stink. He pulled Rocco up, tuned him `round and bent him over.
With shit-crazed hunger he pushed his face into the muscular Italian's
filthy shit filled fur crack.

A half-smoked cigar rested in an ashtray next to the computer. One Mack had
left there.  Rocco picked it up with his manly paw and lit it while Steve
ate his ass. Both pigs went wild from the heavy gar fumes. Rocco opened his
hairy asshole and pushed out the softer shit that was waiting to be
unloaded. It filled Steve's sewer mouth, over-flowed down his goateed chin,
yet shit-starved Steve continued to eat from the dirty Italian's hairy
dumphole.  Rocco stroked his fat stinkin' uncut sausage and smoked while
the hungry shit-pig, Steve, sucked his turd cavern. Rocco's dense smoky
exhalations filled the room. The manly aroma of gar and scat-dump drove
both men wild with shit lust. Rocco farted an acrid gas blast and continued
pushing his stinking stud-waste into Steve's begging mouth. Steve opened
his throat to let the rancid contents of his shit filled latrine mouth
slide down into his expanding belly. He sucked the fresh warm brown shit
from Rocco's sloppy cunt like a man eating his last meal.

Mouth and face dripping with shit, Steve stood up and put his raging boner
into the shit filled ass crack of the
cigar-smoking-hairy-muscular-lumberjack bent over before him. He rammed
deep into Rocco's shit load and began to pump furiously. Steve's legs began
to shake as his cum load shot deep into Rocco's shit filled rectum.  Steve
pulled his brown muddied cock outta Rocco's turd tunnel and dropped to his
knees.  Rocco pulled apart his shit covered fur-trench offering Steve his
cum filled ass. Steve put his lips up to the dripping gaping cunthole and
began to suck his cum mixed with man shit into his mouth.

Rocco turned `round, grabbed Steve by the shoulders and pulled him up. He
put his mouth to Steve's and using his filthy tongue scooped out a pile of
shit and jizz. Chewing on the stud-sewerage he just tongued outta Steve's
toilet mouth, Rocco started jerking his shit covered cock. He tasted
Steve's shit-spunk combo which filled his toilet mouth, gradually flowing
down his pig throat. Hungrily he swallowed while pounding his engorged shit
cock furiously. Suddenly his spasms began and he shot thick creamy man cum
all over the floor.

For the first time that night the two shitpigs faced one another straight
on. A brief smile crossed Rocco's bearded totally covered shit face. Then
he picked up his filthy shitty jeans and boots and made his way out through
the back door into the parking lot.

Steve heard Rocco's truck start up and head out. Not sure what to make of
what just happened, Steve was certain of one thing. `Gotta remember to send
that fucking hot pervert Kevin a thank you note in the morning.'