I was on a cross-county trip and stopped at a 'rest stop' outside El Paso to take a shit and get some sleep. It was 1 am and it didn't look like I was going to make it to a motel before I fell asleep at the wheel so I pulled over. It was really dark. There isn't much between Ft. Stockton and El Paso in the middle of the night but the occasional rest stop, so there I was, determined to lock the car and grab a nap. There was only one other vehicle parked there. An 18-wheeler. They guy must have been asleep because his stationary reflectors were out and the whole scene was as quiet as a grave. The only illumination was that of a halogen street light the state had thoughtfully erected. There didn't seem to be any lights in the restroom, though, and that was where I had to go.
I got out of my car and walked toward the entrance. A full gut was all that was driving me into that dark place. I heard my shoes crunch on the gravel with every step.
A little of the street light's illumination shone into the room so I could almost make out where I was as I took the familiar right turn into the room the walls of which didn't meet the roof (the usual fresh air design of those structures). My footsteps echoed slightly as I made my way through the dark. The kind of echo that is created in a tiled room with porcelain fixtures and metal walls erected to prevent men from watching each other relieve themselves. On my left were the door-less stalls, both of which seemed to be empty. The urinals were farther beyond. I dropped my pants and sat on one of the toilets in the near darkness. The halogen light shone right in my eyes through the space created between the wall and room.
I get horny in public bathrooms and, although I only fantasize about action in them, I do get a boner when I think about all the maleness that has been displayed to the walls inside, the graffiti, (and the sex that has, allegedly, gone on there). Since it was late, I promised myself I'd drop a load of cum on top of the shit I was carrying to celebrate those fantasies. I was sitting there with a hardon waiting for nature to take its course when I heard the truck's door slam. I immediately froze. From the sounds of the footsteps I could tell someone was going to join me in the dark bathroom.
I listened to the sound of boots crunch on the gravel outside as they came closer to the entrance. Soon they echoed inside and I could tell that whoever it was checking out the stalls. Suddenly, there was a silhouette. A man with a cowboy hat stood only a few feet from me. He didn't say anything and I froze with the terror that I could be conveniently killed with my pants down around my ankles and never be heard from again. He stepped back and leaned against the wall looking into the my stall. He could see me because the halogen illuminated me, but his figure stood in shadow. He lit a cigarette and, by the light of the match, I could see a reasonably young guy. Wore a flannel shirt open to expose a muscular chest. He wore jeans and the way his steps crunched on the pavement, it sounded like he was wearing cowboy boots but I couldn't be sure.
As he drew on the cigarette, it illuminated his face and the more I saw it the more I found it attractive, but still real frightening because I didn't know what he wanted. I heard a buckle come undone. He pushed his pants down around his hips and lifted his long dick from inside. He was stroking the rod just a few feet from me! I was certainly interested but still somewhat afraid he might be baiting me. A man stroking his dick usually isn't thinking about murder so I relaxed a little.
I heard his deep voice almost whisper, "If you gotta take a shit, boy, go on, do it!" "I don't know if I can with you standing there," my voice trembled. "Sure you can. You're not scared of me, are you?" he answered slowly. "No," I lied. "Well, don't mind me, I just like to watch nice lookin' guys like you take a shit, that's all." "You serious?" "Uh huh," the growl came from deep in his throat. I suddenly turned on to the sexual charge in the room. "You want to stand there and watch me drop a turd down this toilet? Don't you want to see it?" "Shit man, what do you think?," he whispered, pulling faster on his prod."I don't want to see you wastin' a good manturd in a toilet." I couldn't imagine what he wanted, so I just played it by ear.
"Well, what do you want me to do with it? Want me to shit in some toilet paper so you can watch?" He produced a flashlight and shined it on my now-erect dick. "Whatever you want, stud," he answered. I reached over and got a wad of paper then turned around on the stool so I was facing the wall. Hung my butt and rigid cock off the edge. I held the paper just under my butthole so I could catch the turd when it squeezed out of me. I could tell by the shadows that he had the light trained on my asshole. He moved closer. I heard him kneel, and felt his warm breath against my exposed privates. He took the paper out of my hand. His tongue licked my crack, pausing for a few seconds on my sphincter then he sat up and trained the light on it. "Now, let me have that turd-stick," he whispered. I couldn't do it right away and we waited in silence. He didn't touch me or say anything. The only sound was that of our breathing, the crickets outside and an occasional truck passing along the Interstate.
I tried to get my mind off the attention being paid to my act of excretion and, when I did, I felt it start to move inside me. "Here it comes," I whispered, breaking the silence and consumed with the process of allowing the thing to pass out of me. "Yeah, let me have it," he answered. I felt the toilet paper touch my scrotum in anticipation. My hole opened and the big, thunderhead end of it shoved its way to freedom. "That's it," the guy really liked it. I felt the shaft of my excrement continue to pass out of me, being collected by the truck driver. I must have shit an eleven or twelve inch piece. It was too big for the paper he had but he continued to catch it with his hands.
When it stopped, he licked my hole, washing me with his tongue. My dick involuntarily shot some piss and I heard it splash on the floor. His tongue explored up inside me when another buttstick barreled out my ass nailing him right in the mouth. I thought he was going to cum! He moaned, keeping his lips against my hole, taking the turd as I shit it. He spit it out and said, "Oh, man! You're drivin' me crazy!"
I heard him fumble with something plastic. When I turned around I saw him placing the big turd I'd given him in a zip lock bag. He sealed it then set it on the ground and continued to eat my ass. He sucked and prodded with his mouth hoping he'd strike 'gold' again. He got it. I shivered, then gave him one more mouthful. I didn't see what he did with it. For all I know, he swallowed it, he liked to eat manbutt, and if it shit in him, all the better. He moved around and was sucking up on my dick, hard from the amazement of what was happening to me.
I stopped him and explained that the position wasn't all that comfortable. He invited me to the cab of his truck, and, knowing that one way or another, I was going to have to deal with this hardon, I accepted.
I'd never been in the bunk of an 18-wheeler before. There was enough room for two, but it was snug. He carried the zip lock bag with him and when we were inside he opened a small refrigerator and set it inside. I noticed it was not the only plastic bag he had. I opened the fridge I saw maybe 18 or 20 other 'deposits' he'd collected from other guys. "You save turd?" I smiled, amazed, turned-on and curious. "Yep," he told me, taking a bag out and examining it, "Butt candy. I like the way it feels, I like the way it looks...I like where it comes from." He opened the bag and lifted the thing out. It was about nine inches long. He ran his fingers along the surface of it then smelled it. It repelled him and he turned away quickly but that didn't kill his desire for it. "Feel it," he urged. "No, thanks," I told him. I wasn't into playing with shit. Didn't matter whose it was. "It's sexy. Long. Dick-like," he rhapsodized. He returned it to the bag then to the fridge and closed the door. I'd decided this guy wasn't dangerous, just real kinky. If he wanted to play with my 'butt candy' it was okay with me, but the issue at hand was my throbbing hardon. He reached down and fondled me.
"We ought to take care of that, huh, guy?" He removed my pants and shirt then lay me down on the covers of the bunk and started licking the length of my pecker. He put the end in his mouth and sucked. Slowly, he took all of my meat down to the nuts. He washed his tongue over its length then went up and down on it. The sight of this handsome guy impaled on my prod was enough to do it for me. I lifted my legs around his neck and fucked myself deep into his throat until I found the sensation I was looking for. I erupted in a cum- geyser into the truckers throat, causing him to cough and swallow at the same time. I sent lump after lump of thick balljuice into the shit worshiping sonofabitch. I hadn't cum in days so I was real full. I could see my juice try to squeeze between his lips and the hardness of my dick. I was filling him up and he was taking it all. He ate me like I was feeding him his last meal, not loosing any of my warm ejaculate. My orgasm tamed to a slow ooze and I could hear him try to accommodate my seed attempting to swallow the warmth that still filled his mouth and throat. I thought it was probably more than he bargained for. When he recovered he looked at me with watery eyes, overwhelmed by the baptism with manjuice I'd just give him. "Man, you cum as big as you shit!"
After cumming, I found myself getting very tired. I turned face down and closed my eyes. I heard him say, 'wanna banana?' but didn't respond. I'd seen the unripened fruit when we got in the cab but I'm not big on green bananas so I wasn't interested.
I must have drifted off for a few minutes because I woke with a start. There was a warm tongue washing my asshole. It felt great and I moaned. I figured 'let the guy do whatever he wants', then started to drift off again. Soon, I felt something press itself against my hole. I wasn't in the mood to get fucked so I looked around. From his posture, I could tell he wasn't mounting me so I asked him what he was doing. He showed me a green banana peel and motioned for me to lay still. This intrigued me and I came to full consciousness. It felt like I was being entered by a real stud. It was hard and long and it kept pushing further and further up into me. I looked around to see the trucker kneeling between my legs rubbing his hardon as he watched the banana go up my butt. When it was all the way inside me, I felt my sphincter close around the end. He touched the end of the banana with the tip of his dick. He used his 8 inch cock to shove the banana up into my guts. His dickhead popped into the warmth of my ass then he slowly slid into me. Soon, his scrotum was against mine and he lay down on top of me and kissed the back of my neck. He thrust himself up me for several minutes, slapping his nuts against mine, sweat rolling down his trunk. Suddenly, he heaved and sent his load deep within me, spraying his fuck juice all over the banana deep into my bowels. He lay on top of me, shoving the last of his orgasm home then let his dick get soft and come out naturally. The head came out with a painful plop.
I turned over and looked at him. Sweat covered his brow and I reached up and wiped it for him. "Hungry?" I asked him, feeling the banana move inside me. "Yeah," he looked interested. He lay down and I straddled his face with my back to his genitals. I moved my dick and balls aside and saw the expectancy in his eyes. I was getting ready to shit this man his dinner. I picked up a little mirror that was sitting on the refrigerator and positioned it so I could watch him take it. His excitement over the product of this bodily function was catching and I found myself jacking off with him in anticipation of the act.
Slowly, the banana made its way to my opening. I told the trucker to open up and eat manshit. I told him I'd saved it for him and only a shit-eater like him could appreciate dinner out of a Man's butt. It made us both jack off faster. I smudged my hole in his face, over his nose and mouth, then lifted a few inches above his face so I we could both watch it happen. And happen it did. My ass opened and the unripened banana emerged about two inches out of me. He moaned, seeing the cum-covered butt lunch hanging just above him and he leaned up and put his mouth around it, biting the piece off and chewing. He swallowed and I moved my muscles so I could expel another piece but I lost control of it and the entire thing dropped out of me into the trucker. It stood upright in his mouth as my own turd had done before. Bit by bit he ate it. As he munched on the edible turd I reached over to the refrigerator and took out a couple of bags. I opened one and took one of the shit sticks that lay inside. I had never touched my own shit, much less that of anyone else but I found it exciting to feel. My hardon got even bigger when I thought of the beautiful man whose butt made the bowel toy that I held in my hand.
I compared the size of the strangers shit with my dick. They were very close to the same size and shape. When I pressed it up against my pecker, I almost shot. It was hard and smooth, like my cock but forbidden. Nobody played with shit!
The banana had been consumed and the trucker looked up to see me holding the dung rod next to my cock. He grabbed my legs and positioned his head between my legs. He watched me play with my cock with the strangers shit. He stuck out his tongue and I first fed him my cock then lowered the tip of the brown buttlog into his mouth. This guy wanted to be a toilet so I obliged. Holding the shit in one hand, I aimed my peter at his open mouth and shot him a load of piss. He took every drop of it and, when I'd finished, I wiped his face with a towel then held the firm turd just over his face. He reached out for it with his tongue but I teased him. I played with his tits with it, working the soft tip against his flesh. I was making him crazy. I rolled it all over his belly then stoked his dick with it until he couldn't stand it any longer. He bucked and splashed a big load of cum all over his belly. The more this guy saw and felt shit, the better he liked it. I rolled the brown stick through his cum. I lifted the stiff stick and let him see it drip with the product of his balls then I rubbed it between his legs. He lifted his trucker legs and I continued to rub the turd around his hole. He was so desperate to have something up there that I pressed my dickhead to it and entered him. He lowered his body onto the invading prickmeat and sighed.
I put the cum-covered turd against his hardon again and began jacking him off. The sight of the trucker getting jacked off with 'butt candy' while my dick was up him caused my hips to drive up him faster and faster until I sprayed thick globs of ball jizz deep into his gut. He shot again, sending a liquid stream in the air that splashed down on his face.
Exhausted, we lay in each others arms. I had never had a purging like that one before, and if he had, I was jealous. "Fun, huh?" he asked. "I enjoyed it," I told him truthfully. "Never knew anybody who got off on shit before." "Well, man, I sure do," he told me. I asked him what he did with the ones he'd saved and he got hard all over again telling me how he'd jack off with it or maybe slip some handsome guy's shit up his own butt and what a turn on it was to feel it inside him. Said he even ate it sometimes. He told me about watching through glory holes while other drivers dropped their shit in the toilets. Sometimes a guy'd invite him into the stall with him and he'd blow the guy while he fished out the guys turd from the water and jacked off with it. He even had a few 'regulars' who he would see along the road who would pull over their trucks and deposit their turd in his hand in return for a blowjob.
He slowly pulled at his cock as he told me the stories. "Makes your dick hard, too." "Well, I was getting off on you." "Think so, huh?" "Sure, what do you think? That I'm into scat?" "Maybe." He began to playfully wrestle with me. In a flash, he was straddling my face, his rod lay right on my lips. I opened my mouth and took the head. I was enjoying the taste of the man when I heard him sigh in release. I lifted up his dick and balls and looked between his legs. He was holding his cheeks apart and a long piece of shit was emerging from between his legs, growing in length every second, almost touching my chest. I freaked. He had me pinned down. His penis dripped piss into my mouth while I was trying to conceive of the ultimate insult this man sending me from his bowels. I could hear the sound it made as he squeezed it out. I could clearly see the balled-up, thunderhead-like end and shivered when it touched me. Eyes closed, he continued to pass the shit-log until it finally fell out of him and landed silently on my upper chest, the tapered end falling within a few inches of my lips. The trucker moved down my body and took my throbbing meat in his hand and guided it into his warm butt. He sat down slowly taking me into him. The physical thrill of buttfucking the stud mixed with the repulsion of having been shit upon made my mind reel. It was the kind of feeling I had as a teenager when the idea of sucking a guys jizz turned me off. This turd was turning me off now...or was it? I had grown to like the jizz exploding in my mouth through a mans pisshole. Would I grow to like this, too? My chest was warmed by the massive manturd that lay on me as my iron-hard dick plowed its maker. As much as I didn't want to like it, I was feeling definite erotic sensations from it.
I reached up and ran my finger over the top of it. The knotted ends were a textural turn on as was the firm, hardon-like shape of it. The trucker had opened his butt up to create this thing and now used his butt to seduce me into playing with it. I folded my hand around it and picked it up. I brought it close to my face and examined it. It's smell repulsed me so I pushed away touching the end to the truckers chest with the hard brown tip. I put it up between his parted legs where my hard prick was doing its business. He shuddered and moaned. Instinctively, I knew what he wanted. I reached behind my head with my other hand and opened the refrigerator. I took out the bag with the long turd I had made earlier and closed the door. I put his firm turd down and withdrew my rod from his butt. My wide dick had opened the man up and he knelt on his knees with his face on the sheets, butt up high. I opened the bag that contained my shit and lifted it out. I rubbed it against his hole. Each time I did, it increased his excitement. The hole begged to be fed. I put the large end of my shit against his butt and he opened his hole. I carefully inserted the long shitrod into him, almost a foot of it. I no longer cared about the smell or who would even care I was doing it. I wanted my shit inside another man and he took every inch. Soon, I saw the his hole close down on it, holding my butt sausage inside him.
I don't know what got into me, but I soon found myself laying on my back, legs in the air letting the sexy trucker guide the long, brown shit he had made up my own ass. It felt good. It was like getting fucked with a very special kind of prod. The shit filled and warmed my insides with a feeling that I'd never experienced. I liked feeling its pliable length moving around inside me. It was unlike any cock I'd ever experienced. We lay there, both filled with the product of each others bowels. It was amazing to look into his eyes and know what was inside me not to mention what his gut was carrying.
Once more, he entered my butt with his stiff manhood and fucked his shit deep within me then we switched places and I packed my excrement up him with my prod. "God, I love this," he confessed, reaching down and fondling the equipment that was mostly up my ass. "Yeah, I'm touching my own turd with my dick," I told him. "I've never found anything that turns me on more than this," he confessed. I convulsed and shot a warm dick-full of cum all over the turd I'd put up him. I started fucking it him harder and deeper until he shot. I really worked the guy's butt in the process. I squirmed and aimed the hard end of it all over, pushing against the walls of his rectum, filling the shiteater with my mancum. I finished and withdrew my long dick from the truckers guts. He threw me a towel and I wiped the shit and cum that had accumulated over the last few hours off my dick, face and torso.
We were both tired. I didn't know what time it was. He suggested we go back over to the bathroom and empty our bowels. "I only like it firm, no mushy shit," he told me. It must have been near dawn, but there was yet no light in the sky. No cars had arrived at the roadside park since we met so we decided to go over to the restroom naked. The rocks hurt my feet as I crossed the pavement. The halogen light still lit the small cactus garden and entrance to the restroom. We went inside and found our separate stalls.
We were sitting there shitting turds that each had passed through two men when a car pulled into the rest stop. It wouldn't have been so bad if we weren't stark naked but I started getting uptight. A car door closed. The sound of boots crunching on the sand echoed against the tile walls of the men's room. I heard them stop in front of the truckers stall. Then, the footsteps moved over to my stall. I saw the silhouette of a guy about 25 years old. He looked nervous at the sight of seeing two naked men sitting on toilets. No doubt he'd heard stories about roadside rest stops. All I wanted to do was shit and leave but the kid kept looking in the dim light trying to get a fix on what I looked like. When he'd apparently decided that I wasn't Charles Manson, he leaned in and whispered, "Hey, man, are you almost finished? I gotta do that, too!" "Come're, kid," I said, motioning him closer to me. He was apprehensive. "No, I'm not gonna hurt you. Drop your pants and take your shit." "Where am I gonna go?" he asked, uncomfortable around a naked man. "Right here," I cupped my hands. "What?" he whispered. I told him it was alright though and he believed me. I stood up, my hardon waving in front of me, and guided him into a crouching position on the toilet seat, like the one I'd taken hours earlier. I leaned down and licked his butt and reached between his legs to feel his erect manmeat. "Dude, get out of the way, I'm gonna shit," he cautioned. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the trucker look in to our stall, jacking off his big dick. I leaned under the boy and sucked the perfect manturd as he shot it out. It was long so I had to let it fall into my hand. It was beautiful. A warm, sexy log from a beautiful man. He wiped his ass then stood up. His hot, 25 year old body sporting a long boner. "You dudes queer?" he asked, relieved that he had finally passed the huge log. "Maybe," the truck driver answered. "Well, that's cool. I've had this hardon for about 60 miles an' I really need to toss off." The driver went down on his dick-log while I cleaned up the guys ass. His warm, hard turd was enough to make me cum. I heard the boy groan and empty his balls in the truckers mouth. I held out the boys turd to the trucker. We both held it while we kissed. He passed the boys sperm to me with the kiss. The thick boy-wads tangled in our teeth and covered our mouths and tongues. Right then, we put our dicks together and I wedged the kids turd between them. Both of us immediately shot. "You guys are great," he said, amazed at what we did to him, "I wish I had you around every time I need to take a shit and blow my load. No girl's gonna do what you guys do."
Pretty soon the kid, who'd only wanted to shit, was gone and I was sitting there on the john his hard turd still in my hand. The trucker and I admired it for a while taking turns licking it and rubbing it against our dicks. He gave me a plastic bag for it. He said it was my first. I knew I was hooked on this forbidden 'fruit'.
Light began to break in the Eastern sky and, naked, I followed him back to his truck to collect my clothes. We were sitting in the cab of his truck. I had put on my jeans and was pulling a t-shirt over my head. He was still stark naked, sated and exhausted from our night of scat. "I'll never forget you!" I told him. "Really?" he asked, flattered. "Never. You've opened me up to something new." I held up the baggie that contained the college boys turd. "You gotta chill that or it'll get too soft," he told me. "Freezer is best." "Don't worry, I've got an ice chest in my car," I assured him. "You want to take something else?" he asked. I didn't know what he meant. I looked at him. He glanced at me then took another of the zip lock bags. He put his heels over the steering wheel and stuck his ass over the edge of the seat. He held the bag next to his butthole. Knowing what was about to happen, I knelt down on the floorboard to watch. The small hole of his ass opened and a big, strong brown manturd appeared slid of his butt and was caught by the bag. When he was finished, he locked the top and handed it to me. "Something to remember me by," he said, proud to be able to give me something from himself that I would enjoy later. I accepted his gift then got in my car.
In the early morning light, I saw the handsome truck driver maneuver his 18- wheeler onto I-10. I started my car and followed him for a long while. About 30 miles later, he pulled into another rest stop. I had to make up some time so I continued on with great fantasies about what he'd do in the restroom but not caring, because I had something of his that was very personal. That night when I got to my room in the Motel 6, I treated myself to another sample of the man.
I got out of my car and walked toward the entrance. A full gut was all that was driving me into that dark place. I heard my shoes crunch on the gravel with every step.
A little of the street light's illumination shone into the room so I could almost make out where I was as I took the familiar right turn into the room the walls of which didn't meet the roof (the usual fresh air design of those structures). My footsteps echoed slightly as I made my way through the dark. The kind of echo that is created in a tiled room with porcelain fixtures and metal walls erected to prevent men from watching each other relieve themselves. On my left were the door-less stalls, both of which seemed to be empty. The urinals were farther beyond. I dropped my pants and sat on one of the toilets in the near darkness. The halogen light shone right in my eyes through the space created between the wall and room.
I get horny in public bathrooms and, although I only fantasize about action in them, I do get a boner when I think about all the maleness that has been displayed to the walls inside, the graffiti, (and the sex that has, allegedly, gone on there). Since it was late, I promised myself I'd drop a load of cum on top of the shit I was carrying to celebrate those fantasies. I was sitting there with a hardon waiting for nature to take its course when I heard the truck's door slam. I immediately froze. From the sounds of the footsteps I could tell someone was going to join me in the dark bathroom.
I listened to the sound of boots crunch on the gravel outside as they came closer to the entrance. Soon they echoed inside and I could tell that whoever it was checking out the stalls. Suddenly, there was a silhouette. A man with a cowboy hat stood only a few feet from me. He didn't say anything and I froze with the terror that I could be conveniently killed with my pants down around my ankles and never be heard from again. He stepped back and leaned against the wall looking into the my stall. He could see me because the halogen illuminated me, but his figure stood in shadow. He lit a cigarette and, by the light of the match, I could see a reasonably young guy. Wore a flannel shirt open to expose a muscular chest. He wore jeans and the way his steps crunched on the pavement, it sounded like he was wearing cowboy boots but I couldn't be sure.
As he drew on the cigarette, it illuminated his face and the more I saw it the more I found it attractive, but still real frightening because I didn't know what he wanted. I heard a buckle come undone. He pushed his pants down around his hips and lifted his long dick from inside. He was stroking the rod just a few feet from me! I was certainly interested but still somewhat afraid he might be baiting me. A man stroking his dick usually isn't thinking about murder so I relaxed a little.
I heard his deep voice almost whisper, "If you gotta take a shit, boy, go on, do it!" "I don't know if I can with you standing there," my voice trembled. "Sure you can. You're not scared of me, are you?" he answered slowly. "No," I lied. "Well, don't mind me, I just like to watch nice lookin' guys like you take a shit, that's all." "You serious?" "Uh huh," the growl came from deep in his throat. I suddenly turned on to the sexual charge in the room. "You want to stand there and watch me drop a turd down this toilet? Don't you want to see it?" "Shit man, what do you think?," he whispered, pulling faster on his prod."I don't want to see you wastin' a good manturd in a toilet." I couldn't imagine what he wanted, so I just played it by ear.
"Well, what do you want me to do with it? Want me to shit in some toilet paper so you can watch?" He produced a flashlight and shined it on my now-erect dick. "Whatever you want, stud," he answered. I reached over and got a wad of paper then turned around on the stool so I was facing the wall. Hung my butt and rigid cock off the edge. I held the paper just under my butthole so I could catch the turd when it squeezed out of me. I could tell by the shadows that he had the light trained on my asshole. He moved closer. I heard him kneel, and felt his warm breath against my exposed privates. He took the paper out of my hand. His tongue licked my crack, pausing for a few seconds on my sphincter then he sat up and trained the light on it. "Now, let me have that turd-stick," he whispered. I couldn't do it right away and we waited in silence. He didn't touch me or say anything. The only sound was that of our breathing, the crickets outside and an occasional truck passing along the Interstate.
I tried to get my mind off the attention being paid to my act of excretion and, when I did, I felt it start to move inside me. "Here it comes," I whispered, breaking the silence and consumed with the process of allowing the thing to pass out of me. "Yeah, let me have it," he answered. I felt the toilet paper touch my scrotum in anticipation. My hole opened and the big, thunderhead end of it shoved its way to freedom. "That's it," the guy really liked it. I felt the shaft of my excrement continue to pass out of me, being collected by the truck driver. I must have shit an eleven or twelve inch piece. It was too big for the paper he had but he continued to catch it with his hands.
When it stopped, he licked my hole, washing me with his tongue. My dick involuntarily shot some piss and I heard it splash on the floor. His tongue explored up inside me when another buttstick barreled out my ass nailing him right in the mouth. I thought he was going to cum! He moaned, keeping his lips against my hole, taking the turd as I shit it. He spit it out and said, "Oh, man! You're drivin' me crazy!"
I heard him fumble with something plastic. When I turned around I saw him placing the big turd I'd given him in a zip lock bag. He sealed it then set it on the ground and continued to eat my ass. He sucked and prodded with his mouth hoping he'd strike 'gold' again. He got it. I shivered, then gave him one more mouthful. I didn't see what he did with it. For all I know, he swallowed it, he liked to eat manbutt, and if it shit in him, all the better. He moved around and was sucking up on my dick, hard from the amazement of what was happening to me.
I stopped him and explained that the position wasn't all that comfortable. He invited me to the cab of his truck, and, knowing that one way or another, I was going to have to deal with this hardon, I accepted.
I'd never been in the bunk of an 18-wheeler before. There was enough room for two, but it was snug. He carried the zip lock bag with him and when we were inside he opened a small refrigerator and set it inside. I noticed it was not the only plastic bag he had. I opened the fridge I saw maybe 18 or 20 other 'deposits' he'd collected from other guys. "You save turd?" I smiled, amazed, turned-on and curious. "Yep," he told me, taking a bag out and examining it, "Butt candy. I like the way it feels, I like the way it looks...I like where it comes from." He opened the bag and lifted the thing out. It was about nine inches long. He ran his fingers along the surface of it then smelled it. It repelled him and he turned away quickly but that didn't kill his desire for it. "Feel it," he urged. "No, thanks," I told him. I wasn't into playing with shit. Didn't matter whose it was. "It's sexy. Long. Dick-like," he rhapsodized. He returned it to the bag then to the fridge and closed the door. I'd decided this guy wasn't dangerous, just real kinky. If he wanted to play with my 'butt candy' it was okay with me, but the issue at hand was my throbbing hardon. He reached down and fondled me.
"We ought to take care of that, huh, guy?" He removed my pants and shirt then lay me down on the covers of the bunk and started licking the length of my pecker. He put the end in his mouth and sucked. Slowly, he took all of my meat down to the nuts. He washed his tongue over its length then went up and down on it. The sight of this handsome guy impaled on my prod was enough to do it for me. I lifted my legs around his neck and fucked myself deep into his throat until I found the sensation I was looking for. I erupted in a cum- geyser into the truckers throat, causing him to cough and swallow at the same time. I sent lump after lump of thick balljuice into the shit worshiping sonofabitch. I hadn't cum in days so I was real full. I could see my juice try to squeeze between his lips and the hardness of my dick. I was filling him up and he was taking it all. He ate me like I was feeding him his last meal, not loosing any of my warm ejaculate. My orgasm tamed to a slow ooze and I could hear him try to accommodate my seed attempting to swallow the warmth that still filled his mouth and throat. I thought it was probably more than he bargained for. When he recovered he looked at me with watery eyes, overwhelmed by the baptism with manjuice I'd just give him. "Man, you cum as big as you shit!"
After cumming, I found myself getting very tired. I turned face down and closed my eyes. I heard him say, 'wanna banana?' but didn't respond. I'd seen the unripened fruit when we got in the cab but I'm not big on green bananas so I wasn't interested.
I must have drifted off for a few minutes because I woke with a start. There was a warm tongue washing my asshole. It felt great and I moaned. I figured 'let the guy do whatever he wants', then started to drift off again. Soon, I felt something press itself against my hole. I wasn't in the mood to get fucked so I looked around. From his posture, I could tell he wasn't mounting me so I asked him what he was doing. He showed me a green banana peel and motioned for me to lay still. This intrigued me and I came to full consciousness. It felt like I was being entered by a real stud. It was hard and long and it kept pushing further and further up into me. I looked around to see the trucker kneeling between my legs rubbing his hardon as he watched the banana go up my butt. When it was all the way inside me, I felt my sphincter close around the end. He touched the end of the banana with the tip of his dick. He used his 8 inch cock to shove the banana up into my guts. His dickhead popped into the warmth of my ass then he slowly slid into me. Soon, his scrotum was against mine and he lay down on top of me and kissed the back of my neck. He thrust himself up me for several minutes, slapping his nuts against mine, sweat rolling down his trunk. Suddenly, he heaved and sent his load deep within me, spraying his fuck juice all over the banana deep into my bowels. He lay on top of me, shoving the last of his orgasm home then let his dick get soft and come out naturally. The head came out with a painful plop.
I turned over and looked at him. Sweat covered his brow and I reached up and wiped it for him. "Hungry?" I asked him, feeling the banana move inside me. "Yeah," he looked interested. He lay down and I straddled his face with my back to his genitals. I moved my dick and balls aside and saw the expectancy in his eyes. I was getting ready to shit this man his dinner. I picked up a little mirror that was sitting on the refrigerator and positioned it so I could watch him take it. His excitement over the product of this bodily function was catching and I found myself jacking off with him in anticipation of the act.
Slowly, the banana made its way to my opening. I told the trucker to open up and eat manshit. I told him I'd saved it for him and only a shit-eater like him could appreciate dinner out of a Man's butt. It made us both jack off faster. I smudged my hole in his face, over his nose and mouth, then lifted a few inches above his face so I we could both watch it happen. And happen it did. My ass opened and the unripened banana emerged about two inches out of me. He moaned, seeing the cum-covered butt lunch hanging just above him and he leaned up and put his mouth around it, biting the piece off and chewing. He swallowed and I moved my muscles so I could expel another piece but I lost control of it and the entire thing dropped out of me into the trucker. It stood upright in his mouth as my own turd had done before. Bit by bit he ate it. As he munched on the edible turd I reached over to the refrigerator and took out a couple of bags. I opened one and took one of the shit sticks that lay inside. I had never touched my own shit, much less that of anyone else but I found it exciting to feel. My hardon got even bigger when I thought of the beautiful man whose butt made the bowel toy that I held in my hand.
I compared the size of the strangers shit with my dick. They were very close to the same size and shape. When I pressed it up against my pecker, I almost shot. It was hard and smooth, like my cock but forbidden. Nobody played with shit!
The banana had been consumed and the trucker looked up to see me holding the dung rod next to my cock. He grabbed my legs and positioned his head between my legs. He watched me play with my cock with the strangers shit. He stuck out his tongue and I first fed him my cock then lowered the tip of the brown buttlog into his mouth. This guy wanted to be a toilet so I obliged. Holding the shit in one hand, I aimed my peter at his open mouth and shot him a load of piss. He took every drop of it and, when I'd finished, I wiped his face with a towel then held the firm turd just over his face. He reached out for it with his tongue but I teased him. I played with his tits with it, working the soft tip against his flesh. I was making him crazy. I rolled it all over his belly then stoked his dick with it until he couldn't stand it any longer. He bucked and splashed a big load of cum all over his belly. The more this guy saw and felt shit, the better he liked it. I rolled the brown stick through his cum. I lifted the stiff stick and let him see it drip with the product of his balls then I rubbed it between his legs. He lifted his trucker legs and I continued to rub the turd around his hole. He was so desperate to have something up there that I pressed my dickhead to it and entered him. He lowered his body onto the invading prickmeat and sighed.
I put the cum-covered turd against his hardon again and began jacking him off. The sight of the trucker getting jacked off with 'butt candy' while my dick was up him caused my hips to drive up him faster and faster until I sprayed thick globs of ball jizz deep into his gut. He shot again, sending a liquid stream in the air that splashed down on his face.
Exhausted, we lay in each others arms. I had never had a purging like that one before, and if he had, I was jealous. "Fun, huh?" he asked. "I enjoyed it," I told him truthfully. "Never knew anybody who got off on shit before." "Well, man, I sure do," he told me. I asked him what he did with the ones he'd saved and he got hard all over again telling me how he'd jack off with it or maybe slip some handsome guy's shit up his own butt and what a turn on it was to feel it inside him. Said he even ate it sometimes. He told me about watching through glory holes while other drivers dropped their shit in the toilets. Sometimes a guy'd invite him into the stall with him and he'd blow the guy while he fished out the guys turd from the water and jacked off with it. He even had a few 'regulars' who he would see along the road who would pull over their trucks and deposit their turd in his hand in return for a blowjob.
He slowly pulled at his cock as he told me the stories. "Makes your dick hard, too." "Well, I was getting off on you." "Think so, huh?" "Sure, what do you think? That I'm into scat?" "Maybe." He began to playfully wrestle with me. In a flash, he was straddling my face, his rod lay right on my lips. I opened my mouth and took the head. I was enjoying the taste of the man when I heard him sigh in release. I lifted up his dick and balls and looked between his legs. He was holding his cheeks apart and a long piece of shit was emerging from between his legs, growing in length every second, almost touching my chest. I freaked. He had me pinned down. His penis dripped piss into my mouth while I was trying to conceive of the ultimate insult this man sending me from his bowels. I could hear the sound it made as he squeezed it out. I could clearly see the balled-up, thunderhead-like end and shivered when it touched me. Eyes closed, he continued to pass the shit-log until it finally fell out of him and landed silently on my upper chest, the tapered end falling within a few inches of my lips. The trucker moved down my body and took my throbbing meat in his hand and guided it into his warm butt. He sat down slowly taking me into him. The physical thrill of buttfucking the stud mixed with the repulsion of having been shit upon made my mind reel. It was the kind of feeling I had as a teenager when the idea of sucking a guys jizz turned me off. This turd was turning me off now...or was it? I had grown to like the jizz exploding in my mouth through a mans pisshole. Would I grow to like this, too? My chest was warmed by the massive manturd that lay on me as my iron-hard dick plowed its maker. As much as I didn't want to like it, I was feeling definite erotic sensations from it.
I reached up and ran my finger over the top of it. The knotted ends were a textural turn on as was the firm, hardon-like shape of it. The trucker had opened his butt up to create this thing and now used his butt to seduce me into playing with it. I folded my hand around it and picked it up. I brought it close to my face and examined it. It's smell repulsed me so I pushed away touching the end to the truckers chest with the hard brown tip. I put it up between his parted legs where my hard prick was doing its business. He shuddered and moaned. Instinctively, I knew what he wanted. I reached behind my head with my other hand and opened the refrigerator. I took out the bag with the long turd I had made earlier and closed the door. I put his firm turd down and withdrew my rod from his butt. My wide dick had opened the man up and he knelt on his knees with his face on the sheets, butt up high. I opened the bag that contained my shit and lifted it out. I rubbed it against his hole. Each time I did, it increased his excitement. The hole begged to be fed. I put the large end of my shit against his butt and he opened his hole. I carefully inserted the long shitrod into him, almost a foot of it. I no longer cared about the smell or who would even care I was doing it. I wanted my shit inside another man and he took every inch. Soon, I saw the his hole close down on it, holding my butt sausage inside him.
I don't know what got into me, but I soon found myself laying on my back, legs in the air letting the sexy trucker guide the long, brown shit he had made up my own ass. It felt good. It was like getting fucked with a very special kind of prod. The shit filled and warmed my insides with a feeling that I'd never experienced. I liked feeling its pliable length moving around inside me. It was unlike any cock I'd ever experienced. We lay there, both filled with the product of each others bowels. It was amazing to look into his eyes and know what was inside me not to mention what his gut was carrying.
Once more, he entered my butt with his stiff manhood and fucked his shit deep within me then we switched places and I packed my excrement up him with my prod. "God, I love this," he confessed, reaching down and fondling the equipment that was mostly up my ass. "Yeah, I'm touching my own turd with my dick," I told him. "I've never found anything that turns me on more than this," he confessed. I convulsed and shot a warm dick-full of cum all over the turd I'd put up him. I started fucking it him harder and deeper until he shot. I really worked the guy's butt in the process. I squirmed and aimed the hard end of it all over, pushing against the walls of his rectum, filling the shiteater with my mancum. I finished and withdrew my long dick from the truckers guts. He threw me a towel and I wiped the shit and cum that had accumulated over the last few hours off my dick, face and torso.
We were both tired. I didn't know what time it was. He suggested we go back over to the bathroom and empty our bowels. "I only like it firm, no mushy shit," he told me. It must have been near dawn, but there was yet no light in the sky. No cars had arrived at the roadside park since we met so we decided to go over to the restroom naked. The rocks hurt my feet as I crossed the pavement. The halogen light still lit the small cactus garden and entrance to the restroom. We went inside and found our separate stalls.
We were sitting there shitting turds that each had passed through two men when a car pulled into the rest stop. It wouldn't have been so bad if we weren't stark naked but I started getting uptight. A car door closed. The sound of boots crunching on the sand echoed against the tile walls of the men's room. I heard them stop in front of the truckers stall. Then, the footsteps moved over to my stall. I saw the silhouette of a guy about 25 years old. He looked nervous at the sight of seeing two naked men sitting on toilets. No doubt he'd heard stories about roadside rest stops. All I wanted to do was shit and leave but the kid kept looking in the dim light trying to get a fix on what I looked like. When he'd apparently decided that I wasn't Charles Manson, he leaned in and whispered, "Hey, man, are you almost finished? I gotta do that, too!" "Come're, kid," I said, motioning him closer to me. He was apprehensive. "No, I'm not gonna hurt you. Drop your pants and take your shit." "Where am I gonna go?" he asked, uncomfortable around a naked man. "Right here," I cupped my hands. "What?" he whispered. I told him it was alright though and he believed me. I stood up, my hardon waving in front of me, and guided him into a crouching position on the toilet seat, like the one I'd taken hours earlier. I leaned down and licked his butt and reached between his legs to feel his erect manmeat. "Dude, get out of the way, I'm gonna shit," he cautioned. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the trucker look in to our stall, jacking off his big dick. I leaned under the boy and sucked the perfect manturd as he shot it out. It was long so I had to let it fall into my hand. It was beautiful. A warm, sexy log from a beautiful man. He wiped his ass then stood up. His hot, 25 year old body sporting a long boner. "You dudes queer?" he asked, relieved that he had finally passed the huge log. "Maybe," the truck driver answered. "Well, that's cool. I've had this hardon for about 60 miles an' I really need to toss off." The driver went down on his dick-log while I cleaned up the guys ass. His warm, hard turd was enough to make me cum. I heard the boy groan and empty his balls in the truckers mouth. I held out the boys turd to the trucker. We both held it while we kissed. He passed the boys sperm to me with the kiss. The thick boy-wads tangled in our teeth and covered our mouths and tongues. Right then, we put our dicks together and I wedged the kids turd between them. Both of us immediately shot. "You guys are great," he said, amazed at what we did to him, "I wish I had you around every time I need to take a shit and blow my load. No girl's gonna do what you guys do."
Pretty soon the kid, who'd only wanted to shit, was gone and I was sitting there on the john his hard turd still in my hand. The trucker and I admired it for a while taking turns licking it and rubbing it against our dicks. He gave me a plastic bag for it. He said it was my first. I knew I was hooked on this forbidden 'fruit'.
Light began to break in the Eastern sky and, naked, I followed him back to his truck to collect my clothes. We were sitting in the cab of his truck. I had put on my jeans and was pulling a t-shirt over my head. He was still stark naked, sated and exhausted from our night of scat. "I'll never forget you!" I told him. "Really?" he asked, flattered. "Never. You've opened me up to something new." I held up the baggie that contained the college boys turd. "You gotta chill that or it'll get too soft," he told me. "Freezer is best." "Don't worry, I've got an ice chest in my car," I assured him. "You want to take something else?" he asked. I didn't know what he meant. I looked at him. He glanced at me then took another of the zip lock bags. He put his heels over the steering wheel and stuck his ass over the edge of the seat. He held the bag next to his butthole. Knowing what was about to happen, I knelt down on the floorboard to watch. The small hole of his ass opened and a big, strong brown manturd appeared slid of his butt and was caught by the bag. When he was finished, he locked the top and handed it to me. "Something to remember me by," he said, proud to be able to give me something from himself that I would enjoy later. I accepted his gift then got in my car.
In the early morning light, I saw the handsome truck driver maneuver his 18- wheeler onto I-10. I started my car and followed him for a long while. About 30 miles later, he pulled into another rest stop. I had to make up some time so I continued on with great fantasies about what he'd do in the restroom but not caring, because I had something of his that was very personal. That night when I got to my room in the Motel 6, I treated myself to another sample of the man.
