Initial Gay Encounter Turns Messy
{This story talks about a sexually explicit experience involving two men. It contains details of gay sex and bodily wastes. Reader discretion is advised.}
This is the third part of my narrative titled "Shared Pooping Adventures in Dorset," which includes parts one and two.
Part 3: My first gay encounter takes a messy turn
The room was positioned on a slightly westward section of Dorset's predominantly south-facing coast, and the sunset was stunning. Matt and I sat there sipping scotch while I wrapped up describing my new fondness for filth fetishes, together with my more hidden gay fantasies. Matt seemed enthusiastic about both. Matt informed me that he had fulfilled his professional goals, granting him several days free. It appeared my fortunes were aligning perfectly!
We were sitting closely, me shamelessly donning my quite soiled lacy black panties, Matt with his feet encased in cardboard boxes. I stroked the tip of his dick, wet from precum, and per his request, I was not jerking him off since he was close to climax. Matt leaned in for our second kiss. While I've had gay fantasies, I never thought kissing a man would be an element of my desires. However, kissing Matt, his tongue intermingling with mine, his rough stubble grazing against my trimmed bearded face, was simply magnificent. I alternated between holding his dick to caressing his fuzzy hairy chest, an experience unchartered for me.
The strong pang in my lower abdomen served as a reminder that despite my new weekend arrangements due to Matt's presence, my bowel preparation process was quite underway.
"Matt," I said, "I have to take a dump soon." Although Matt had previously buried his face into my smelly, soiled rear end during our first meeting, I was concerned that our initial fecal encounter might turn either of us off, and as the feeling of an impending massive bowel movement flooded my rectum, our shared poop experience could possibly escalate from zero to one hundred in a blink of an eye!
Matt guided me onto the bed on all fours. He pulled the wet and muddied section of my black lacy panties to one side and surveyed my naked rear end for the first time. I knew from mirror-gazing during my solitary bathroom activities after having a bowel movement and not wiping that my hairy white ass would be messy, as feces would be caught within my hair follicles: a sight that often drove me wild while playing with my erect penis, but a scene I never believed another man would desire, let alone wish to view in person. Matt brought his face close, now with my partially packed anus on display. Committing myself to this endeavor, I believed he would be committed as well.
I felt as if I was crossing over into a primal realm and as I felt Matt's tongue probe deeply into my stinking, filthy asshole, I knew he was too. I sensed that now all limits had been dissolved, and nothing would be deemed inappropriate between us.
Matt spat on my anus and thrust his tongue into my disgusting fecal hole. I was certain my penis was pulsing in his hand. Matt was devouring my ass, and I had no doubt that tonight would be a night I would forever cherish.
Matt pulled his mouth away, and I could imagine his chin and mouth reeking of my unwashed butt. I desired to kiss him, to taste the craving that was driving him insane. I knelt down, spun around, and kissed him deeply. His face indeed harbored the smell of week-old unwashed ass and sweat. We shared my funk through many saliva exchanges. I slid my hand down to his slippery member and gave him a few jerks before continuing below to locate his anus. I traced my finger around his hairy, rubbery opening before delicately sliding a finger inside him, using his pre-cum and lubricant. His ass provided no resistance, and I slipped in until I was all the way inside. The heat from within his ass was shocking, and the velvety, unyielding walls of his rectum felt divine. I couldn't resist pulling my finger out and inspecting it for any brown treasure. Sure enough, there was a tiny pea-sized dollop of brown shit on the tip of my finger. We both stared at it. I lifted it to my nose and inhaled deeply. A surge of depravity and primal lust erupted within me as I absorbed his deep, sharp, earthy scent. I held it up for Matt, who did the same. Matt's curiosity prompted him to probe my anus with his tongue, resulting in us sharing the same experience and both swallowing equal amounts. It's fair to say we were captivated.
A loud fart from me caught our attention. Matt slid me back down on all fours, sniffed my stinky butt, and effortlessly inserted his middle finger into my now slick ass. Matt grunted with satisfaction as he discovered what he was searching for. Matt explored the insides of my bowel with his finger, swirling it around. He pulled out and displayed an extremely soiled finger. The aroma was pungent, and Matt wasted no time taking my waste into his mouth and kissing me intensely. He was wiping the excess shit onto his upturned finger and, by the ferocity of his kissing, he was clearly enjoying it.
"Shit on me," Matt growled in my ear, "shit on my chest and rub it everywhere." Matt lay down on his back, and I got down with my stinky, still panty-clad ass directed at him, his dribbling cock just below me. As I engaged his cock in my mouth, Matt pulled my panties aside and pushed one then two fingers into my now dilated anal cavity. With Matt finger-fucking me, I pushed, releasing a long, stinking shit onto Matt's chest. The powerful smell of shit hit us, and I continued to push out more, softer shit. Matt inserted his fingers into my dilated, messy ass again, and I pushed out even more, softer shit. Matt pulled out and I turned around to see the work of my ass.
Matt had a big smile on his face, looking up at me. He had spread his feces all over his chest and was presently licking his fingers. I looked at the substantial untouched pile of untarnished shit on his chest. In a reflexive action, I placed my hands into the pile and swept my shit across his chest, then on my chest. I lay on top of Matt and we rubbed our waste up and down on each other, spreading my filth. The scent was intense, but it did not deter us. Our very hard cocks were also grinding together. I sat up and grabbed a handful of shit and took both our cocks in my hand, wanking them together. The view was captivating, and fortunately, the curtains had remained closed, although we were reminded that we were not entirely alone as we heard the sounds of evening patrons sipping their sundowner drinks below us.
Matt asked whether he could fuck my shitty ass, something neither of us had experienced. Prior partners for both of us had avoided anal sex, so this would be an initial encounter.
Matt laid down on his back, and I studied his rancid cock, took it into my hand, and lowered my mouth to it. My shit-infused saliva tinged with Matt's ample pre-cum tasted powerful, and I ran his cock in and out of my mouth. I moved forward and grabbed a handful of the softer shit from Matt's chest and smeared it thickly on his cock and my anus. I positioned myself and placed the tip of his cock against my hole. I needn't have worried about my first anal sex with Matt, as his cock slid easily into my filthy, still dilated butt hole, and I rested my ass on his pelvis, his entire length deep within me. I simply sat there for a little while adjusting to his fullness, but I also admired how we had created this terrible mess together. Matt had coated my waste all over his chest and face. He was currently holding my waste in his soiled hands, savoring the fact that his stunning cock was deep inside my filthy, shitty rectum.
Matt couldn't hold on for long - even without moving, I could feel his penis throbbing inside me. I eagerly anticipated the moment when he would unload his cum deep inside me. But to prolong the pleasure, I made sure to gently edge his cock. Matt, in turn, was rubbing shit and my pre-cum on his own cock and relished sliding his finger under my foreskin. We were both close to the point of no return, and though I wanted to cum inside him, I now knew I would cum on his chest, and that was okay. I believed that over the weekend, I'd experience the pleasure of feeling the tightness of Matt's ass around my penis.
I started moving up and down on Matt, picturing I could feel every vein in his cock against the walls of my greasy anus. Matt let out a primal groan, and his cock pulsated wildly inside me as he shot what felt like a massive amount of semen into my filthy rectum. Just then, my cock, which was getting a terrific shit massage, also exploded, and thick strands of my hot cum landed amidst the layers of feces on Matt's chest.
Matt's cock was softening, and I slid off him and lay on top of him, furthering spreading our feces and now fresh cum on our chests. We shared a passionate, obscene kiss as Matt continued to suck on the shit he had been continuously spreading on his face. As we lay there, with the dry feces starting to form on our bodies, both of us felt deeply satisfied, knowing we'd just experienced an extraordinary, unforgettable moment together.
Still lying on top of each other, Matt and I talked about the diet that led to my massive shit and considered cleaning up a bit before going to the supermarket for more ingredients for more fun over the weekend. We both craved a beer and decided to find an outdoor bar, confident we wouldn't offend anyone with any faint traces of our first scat experiences.
Little did we know that our next session would be something completely different, as described in Part 4. We'd love to hear your thoughts.
