Several years ago during a vacation in Minnesota, we were fishing in a wilderness area. I was with my family, I was home for the summer staying with them for a month. Dad and I liked to fish, Mom and my sister were hiking and enjoying themselves at the lake.
Around mid-afternoon I happened to see a tall, well built fisherman in chest high waders walk by where we were sitting. He said hello and kept going upstream, on a path through the heavy underbrush.
We were just below a small public campground that bordered the stream where we'd left our car.
Curious where this stud might be headed, I told my dad I was going back to the car for something and took off after the stranger, letting Dad watch my gear.
I saw him several yards further on, going towards the parking lot of the campground. He was headed for the old rundown wooden crapper that sat towards the rear of the area. A more modern one was located by the entrance road.
I knew this stud was going to take a dump as if he had to just take a piss he'd have done it anywhere. He stopped by an old pickup truck with a cap, opened the back and tossed his gear inside. He didn't notice me as I dashed into the crapper hoping to get to the booth hoping to get to the booth with the glory-hole before he came in.
I quickly sat down on the doorless stall and waited. I heard the crunch of his boots on the path then he came inside the smelly outhouse.
He looked at me and smiled. "Beat me, huh? Take your time I ain't in a rush, I just better take a dump before I head for the road. Got a long trip."
He seemed to be stoned or something. I could smell booze on him as he spoke. He seemed very friendly.
He was in his mid-forties and obviously an outdoor type. I assume he worked outdoors as well by his coloring and robust appearance. His hands were big, rough from working with them. He had dark curly hair and a large mustache and beard. There was a tattoo on both of his upper arms. His arms were hairy and fur curled up around the neck of his sweat damp T-shirt. The waders were hiding the rest of his body, but as he stood there he shrugged himself out of the shoulder straps and held them up with one hand.
"I won't be long." I said as he stood there a minute then turned, going towards the urinal. I heard the sound of him pulling the waders down as I leaned towards the glory hole. He hauled out a fat piece of meat and began to piss. When he was through he pulled the rubber waders back up. He paused, I touched a finger to the hole. I heard him chuckle.
"Hungry, are you? Damn! I can sure use some good head!" he said softly as he stepped around from of me again. He pulled the waders down and then fished his cock out of his fly and offered it to me, stepping close to the booth shaking his meat at me, swaying unsteadily on his feet.
I began to suck him. His cock stiffened then died as he tried to overcome the effects of the booze he'd had.
"Feels good but I can't seem to keep it hard." he apologized. "I had a few shots.....feels good.....I love it even if it won't stay up."
"I'd love to suck it for you all afternoon," I said. "I like the way your crotch and nuts smell from the sweat and the perspiration in your jeans from the waders.
"You can suck it all day....I ain't in a rush, but I gotta take a dump first."
I got up, he took a seat on the crapper. I was turned on by him and no sooner was he sitting with his waders and levis around his legs, below his knees, while I was kneeling down with my face between his legs in his hairy groin.
He leaned back with a smile on his handsome face.
"Hell, I tell you I gotta take a dump."
"Do it while I suck on it!" He sighed, leaning back.
"Listen for someone coming," he said softly as he felt my lips around his shaft.
"Nobody comes here unless it's for fun. They use the new shithouse over by the road." I said.
He pulled the T-shirt up past his nipples and lay back legs stretched out with me kneeling in the tangle of clothing. The smell of his crotch turned me on as I began to lick and suck his hairy, loaded balls.
I wet my finger then reached under him and put my finger against his sticky asshole. He'd recently let a fart and it had been a messy one. There was a smear of fresh shit around his hairy asshole.
I fingered it gently feeling my finger enter and press against what must have been a solid turd. I worked my finger around inside feeling the turd and running my finger around it between it and the wall of his rectum. Then I pressed on it causing him to let out a grunt.
"Yeah, I told you I was full in there."
I pulled my finger away and looked at it. There was shit around the fingernail and as I held it to my nose to sniff if, his eyes followed my every move.
I licked it as I stared into his eyes and slowly replaced it up his asshole feeling around inside again, pressing my finger into his turd.
"I want to suck your funky ass," I whispered to him.
"But I gotta shit! Real bad, I'm trying to hold it back!"
"I want to suck it out of you."
"I gotta take a dump real bad. I ain't holding it much longer," he said as I fingered his hole, digging into the turd and pulled the shit-stained finger out with a small lump on the tip of it, licked my finger clean again as he watched, fascinated by what I was doing.
I'd started eating shit when I was twenty while in the Marines. I had this rugged DI from Odessa, Texas, who was all redneck and was always making rotten remarks about queers. One night I met him in a bar our first weekend after bootcamp. He drunk himself almost unconscious, then had the nerve to ask me to drive him back in his own car. Of course I did. He got in the car and pretended to be sleeping but I could see he had a hard-on. When I looked back his dick was out and at full staff!
Well I sucked him off. Next day he acted like nothing happened. The following weekend I went to the same bar and the same thing happened. This time he was really passed out drunk and when I got down on him I heard him fart. It was a wet one, and then I smelled shit.
Imagine my surprise when I reached down to play with is balls in his pants and my fingers came out streaked with soft shit. The DI had shit his pants!
I wanted him and decided to blow him even if it was soft. I sucked his hairy nuts and while doing it got a taste of some shit that was on them. Then in my wild passion I rolled him over on his side in the seat, pulled his pants and shitty boxers down and licked every trace of smeared shit from between his hairy asscheeks and when I was done he was almost as clean as before he'd messed his pants, except I couldn't suck all the shit stain out of his boxers!
When I got him where he was going he went in. Next day he asked me about his dirty boxers. I told him what happened.
I was only going to be there the rest of the week, he knew it and came to me and wanted to go to town and get a few beers. He brought up the subject of shitting in his pants and how clean his ass had been even if his underwear was so stained.
He drove off on a lonely road telling me he was going to get one last blowjob out of me before I shipped out.
He pulled up under some bushes and got out and ordered me out too. There was a good moon so we could see each other. He put me down on my knees and had me suck his cock. Right in the middle of it he pissed in it and wouldn't let me off until I drank all his warm beer piss.
Then he turned around, put one foot up on the sill of the open car door and leaned forward.
"Lick my ass!" he said. "Lay some tongue up it!"
I did, boy it was just what I wanted. Then he reached back and clamped my face in his cheeks and strained. Some soft shit drooled out. I was licking his ass so hard that I never even stopped when I tasted it. He let his hand go and I kept right on licking like a junk-yard ass dog.
He lay on the car seat with his legs up in the air so he could be comfortable and feed me his ass. I kept rimming him and he kept grunting and groaning how good it was.
"Open it up," I begged. "Let it open wide!"
That was the signal. He just gave a loud grunt and filled my mouth with soft shit. I swallowed it then he stood up and fucked my face until he made it and told me to get back in the car and drive him back. That was the last time I ever had him.
And that was how it started. He wasn't the last and now I had this rugged fisherman and was cleaning his shitpipe out.
"How's it taste?" he asked with a sort of smile.
"Tastes good, man, can I please have more?"
He looked down with a strange look on his face. His fat dick was hard and drooled clear snot from the piss hole.
I pushed him back against the wall, then lifted his legs up. He grabbed his feet and pulled them back towards him as he scooted down on the bowl. His ass was now at the edge of the seat, it was dark with hair and I could see his shithole. He had a ring of piles that circled it. I leaned down and tongued it then licked up and down it cleaning all the funk out of it before darting my tongue inside his hole causing him to let out a gasp and a loud "Oh Yeah!"
"Like that huh, Mister Macho?"
"Yeah...suck out my fucking shit hole!" he urged.
I began to rim him at the same time forcing some air up him. He farted it out giving me a taste of his sweet tasting farts.
"I gotta dump," he said again.
"Give me a taste."
He strained then began to deliver! I stayed on it until I felt my mouth filled then backed off to look at the brown offering. It was solid and chunky. I could see chunks of shit balled together into one thick turd.
I went down on it sucking it like as if it was his cock. The fisherman groaned as he felt me working on it then I bit it off, chewed it up and gulped it down getting another mouthful and doing the same.
He had control over his bowels and looked to see me as I slowly ate his shit. Then as he broke it off, his asshole contracted and he sat up on the seat.
"Fuckin' ruinin' my back," he stretched and pushed his hands into his kidney area.
"Got more?" I asked.
"Sure do...you really gobbling down my crap? That's pretty fuckin' strange stuff, buddy."
"I want more, please?" I begged.
He stood up, turned and bent forward lifting one foot to the bowl giving me access to his hairy crack.
"Get it, I got more and I ain't going to be able to hold it much longer. I got gas pains from all the ass sucking you did. Get up in there and get ready for more shit," he said.
I plastered my lips to his asshole as he strained and let go with another turd. It was softer, I swallowed his stinking mush as fast as he could squeeze it out, then when the last bit came it was loose. I gulped it down.
I licked his ass cleaner than it had been before I met him. He turned around and stood there with a hard on.
"Okay, shitface, suck me off.....I gotta get movin'!"
I began to suck his cock and as he got nearer he grabbed my head and face fucked me hard and drove his shaft into my throat and unloaded. When he was done he pushed me away then turned towards the toilet.
"No! Don't waste your piss......give it to me. Wash your cum and shit down with it. Flush this hungry toilet's mouth out. You flush your toilet at home when you use it, don't you? Well do it to the one kneeling at your feet!"
He shook his head then offered me his soft cock and then began to relieve himself in my mouth. It was strong and hot but I drank all he had. Then he pulled his pants up and walked outside.
"Thanks! And if you ain't fuckin' dead from my poison maybe I'll see you around again." He went to his truck and began to get out of the waders and put his shoes on. I was going back to where dad was as he roared out of the parking area.
When I got back Dad asked if I found what I was after.
"Yep, I sure did. I was hungry, there was a chocolate bar I left in the car I didn't eat on my way here." I smiled. "That will hold me until supper."
"You fucking pig, did you ever think I might be hungry too? You could have at least saved me a little."
I belched.....the taste of shit came back up on me. I belched again then told Dad, "There's a sample for you."
"Why you pig!" he grinned and cast his line into the river.
"Hell Dad, it was laying around in the car too long. It tasted like shit anyway. You wouldn't have liked it."
Around mid-afternoon I happened to see a tall, well built fisherman in chest high waders walk by where we were sitting. He said hello and kept going upstream, on a path through the heavy underbrush.
We were just below a small public campground that bordered the stream where we'd left our car.
Curious where this stud might be headed, I told my dad I was going back to the car for something and took off after the stranger, letting Dad watch my gear.
I saw him several yards further on, going towards the parking lot of the campground. He was headed for the old rundown wooden crapper that sat towards the rear of the area. A more modern one was located by the entrance road.
I knew this stud was going to take a dump as if he had to just take a piss he'd have done it anywhere. He stopped by an old pickup truck with a cap, opened the back and tossed his gear inside. He didn't notice me as I dashed into the crapper hoping to get to the booth hoping to get to the booth with the glory-hole before he came in.
I quickly sat down on the doorless stall and waited. I heard the crunch of his boots on the path then he came inside the smelly outhouse.
He looked at me and smiled. "Beat me, huh? Take your time I ain't in a rush, I just better take a dump before I head for the road. Got a long trip."
He seemed to be stoned or something. I could smell booze on him as he spoke. He seemed very friendly.
He was in his mid-forties and obviously an outdoor type. I assume he worked outdoors as well by his coloring and robust appearance. His hands were big, rough from working with them. He had dark curly hair and a large mustache and beard. There was a tattoo on both of his upper arms. His arms were hairy and fur curled up around the neck of his sweat damp T-shirt. The waders were hiding the rest of his body, but as he stood there he shrugged himself out of the shoulder straps and held them up with one hand.
"I won't be long." I said as he stood there a minute then turned, going towards the urinal. I heard the sound of him pulling the waders down as I leaned towards the glory hole. He hauled out a fat piece of meat and began to piss. When he was through he pulled the rubber waders back up. He paused, I touched a finger to the hole. I heard him chuckle.
"Hungry, are you? Damn! I can sure use some good head!" he said softly as he stepped around from of me again. He pulled the waders down and then fished his cock out of his fly and offered it to me, stepping close to the booth shaking his meat at me, swaying unsteadily on his feet.
I began to suck him. His cock stiffened then died as he tried to overcome the effects of the booze he'd had.
"Feels good but I can't seem to keep it hard." he apologized. "I had a few shots.....feels good.....I love it even if it won't stay up."
"I'd love to suck it for you all afternoon," I said. "I like the way your crotch and nuts smell from the sweat and the perspiration in your jeans from the waders.
"You can suck it all day....I ain't in a rush, but I gotta take a dump first."
I got up, he took a seat on the crapper. I was turned on by him and no sooner was he sitting with his waders and levis around his legs, below his knees, while I was kneeling down with my face between his legs in his hairy groin.
He leaned back with a smile on his handsome face.
"Hell, I tell you I gotta take a dump."
"Do it while I suck on it!" He sighed, leaning back.
"Listen for someone coming," he said softly as he felt my lips around his shaft.
"Nobody comes here unless it's for fun. They use the new shithouse over by the road." I said.
He pulled the T-shirt up past his nipples and lay back legs stretched out with me kneeling in the tangle of clothing. The smell of his crotch turned me on as I began to lick and suck his hairy, loaded balls.
I wet my finger then reached under him and put my finger against his sticky asshole. He'd recently let a fart and it had been a messy one. There was a smear of fresh shit around his hairy asshole.
I fingered it gently feeling my finger enter and press against what must have been a solid turd. I worked my finger around inside feeling the turd and running my finger around it between it and the wall of his rectum. Then I pressed on it causing him to let out a grunt.
"Yeah, I told you I was full in there."
I pulled my finger away and looked at it. There was shit around the fingernail and as I held it to my nose to sniff if, his eyes followed my every move.
I licked it as I stared into his eyes and slowly replaced it up his asshole feeling around inside again, pressing my finger into his turd.
"I want to suck your funky ass," I whispered to him.
"But I gotta shit! Real bad, I'm trying to hold it back!"
"I want to suck it out of you."
"I gotta take a dump real bad. I ain't holding it much longer," he said as I fingered his hole, digging into the turd and pulled the shit-stained finger out with a small lump on the tip of it, licked my finger clean again as he watched, fascinated by what I was doing.
I'd started eating shit when I was twenty while in the Marines. I had this rugged DI from Odessa, Texas, who was all redneck and was always making rotten remarks about queers. One night I met him in a bar our first weekend after bootcamp. He drunk himself almost unconscious, then had the nerve to ask me to drive him back in his own car. Of course I did. He got in the car and pretended to be sleeping but I could see he had a hard-on. When I looked back his dick was out and at full staff!
Well I sucked him off. Next day he acted like nothing happened. The following weekend I went to the same bar and the same thing happened. This time he was really passed out drunk and when I got down on him I heard him fart. It was a wet one, and then I smelled shit.
Imagine my surprise when I reached down to play with is balls in his pants and my fingers came out streaked with soft shit. The DI had shit his pants!
I wanted him and decided to blow him even if it was soft. I sucked his hairy nuts and while doing it got a taste of some shit that was on them. Then in my wild passion I rolled him over on his side in the seat, pulled his pants and shitty boxers down and licked every trace of smeared shit from between his hairy asscheeks and when I was done he was almost as clean as before he'd messed his pants, except I couldn't suck all the shit stain out of his boxers!
When I got him where he was going he went in. Next day he asked me about his dirty boxers. I told him what happened.
I was only going to be there the rest of the week, he knew it and came to me and wanted to go to town and get a few beers. He brought up the subject of shitting in his pants and how clean his ass had been even if his underwear was so stained.
He drove off on a lonely road telling me he was going to get one last blowjob out of me before I shipped out.
He pulled up under some bushes and got out and ordered me out too. There was a good moon so we could see each other. He put me down on my knees and had me suck his cock. Right in the middle of it he pissed in it and wouldn't let me off until I drank all his warm beer piss.
Then he turned around, put one foot up on the sill of the open car door and leaned forward.
"Lick my ass!" he said. "Lay some tongue up it!"
I did, boy it was just what I wanted. Then he reached back and clamped my face in his cheeks and strained. Some soft shit drooled out. I was licking his ass so hard that I never even stopped when I tasted it. He let his hand go and I kept right on licking like a junk-yard ass dog.
He lay on the car seat with his legs up in the air so he could be comfortable and feed me his ass. I kept rimming him and he kept grunting and groaning how good it was.
"Open it up," I begged. "Let it open wide!"
That was the signal. He just gave a loud grunt and filled my mouth with soft shit. I swallowed it then he stood up and fucked my face until he made it and told me to get back in the car and drive him back. That was the last time I ever had him.
And that was how it started. He wasn't the last and now I had this rugged fisherman and was cleaning his shitpipe out.
"How's it taste?" he asked with a sort of smile.
"Tastes good, man, can I please have more?"
He looked down with a strange look on his face. His fat dick was hard and drooled clear snot from the piss hole.
I pushed him back against the wall, then lifted his legs up. He grabbed his feet and pulled them back towards him as he scooted down on the bowl. His ass was now at the edge of the seat, it was dark with hair and I could see his shithole. He had a ring of piles that circled it. I leaned down and tongued it then licked up and down it cleaning all the funk out of it before darting my tongue inside his hole causing him to let out a gasp and a loud "Oh Yeah!"
"Like that huh, Mister Macho?"
"Yeah...suck out my fucking shit hole!" he urged.
I began to rim him at the same time forcing some air up him. He farted it out giving me a taste of his sweet tasting farts.
"I gotta dump," he said again.
"Give me a taste."
He strained then began to deliver! I stayed on it until I felt my mouth filled then backed off to look at the brown offering. It was solid and chunky. I could see chunks of shit balled together into one thick turd.
I went down on it sucking it like as if it was his cock. The fisherman groaned as he felt me working on it then I bit it off, chewed it up and gulped it down getting another mouthful and doing the same.
He had control over his bowels and looked to see me as I slowly ate his shit. Then as he broke it off, his asshole contracted and he sat up on the seat.
"Fuckin' ruinin' my back," he stretched and pushed his hands into his kidney area.
"Got more?" I asked.
"Sure do...you really gobbling down my crap? That's pretty fuckin' strange stuff, buddy."
"I want more, please?" I begged.
He stood up, turned and bent forward lifting one foot to the bowl giving me access to his hairy crack.
"Get it, I got more and I ain't going to be able to hold it much longer. I got gas pains from all the ass sucking you did. Get up in there and get ready for more shit," he said.
I plastered my lips to his asshole as he strained and let go with another turd. It was softer, I swallowed his stinking mush as fast as he could squeeze it out, then when the last bit came it was loose. I gulped it down.
I licked his ass cleaner than it had been before I met him. He turned around and stood there with a hard on.
"Okay, shitface, suck me off.....I gotta get movin'!"
I began to suck his cock and as he got nearer he grabbed my head and face fucked me hard and drove his shaft into my throat and unloaded. When he was done he pushed me away then turned towards the toilet.
"No! Don't waste your piss......give it to me. Wash your cum and shit down with it. Flush this hungry toilet's mouth out. You flush your toilet at home when you use it, don't you? Well do it to the one kneeling at your feet!"
He shook his head then offered me his soft cock and then began to relieve himself in my mouth. It was strong and hot but I drank all he had. Then he pulled his pants up and walked outside.
"Thanks! And if you ain't fuckin' dead from my poison maybe I'll see you around again." He went to his truck and began to get out of the waders and put his shoes on. I was going back to where dad was as he roared out of the parking area.
When I got back Dad asked if I found what I was after.
"Yep, I sure did. I was hungry, there was a chocolate bar I left in the car I didn't eat on my way here." I smiled. "That will hold me until supper."
"You fucking pig, did you ever think I might be hungry too? You could have at least saved me a little."
I belched.....the taste of shit came back up on me. I belched again then told Dad, "There's a sample for you."
"Why you pig!" he grinned and cast his line into the river.
"Hell Dad, it was laying around in the car too long. It tasted like shit anyway. You wouldn't have liked it."
