I was eighteen and fresh out of school, and I wanted to have a summer of fun before I started community college. My Mother was a strict Baptist, so having fun around my house was nearly impossible. Her Brother Bill, on the other hand, was the polar opposite. I'd spent some time at Uncle Bills over the years, and always had a blast. It's where I drank my first beer, watched my first porn movie, and even smoked my first pot. Little did I know at the time, but Uncle Bill was soon going to be my best sexual experience ever.
Uncle Bill lived in a secluded cabin about 45 minutes from our house. If you ever saw him, you'd understand why this cabin was a perfect fit. He was a mountain man in every sense. He stood about 6'2, weighed at least 280, had a long gray beard, and usually wore his worn out overalls with no shirt underneath. He had huge, furry arms and a furry chest. Bill had retired from the railroad at a fairly early age. During the time of this story he was 66, but had been retired for several years. Never having been married, I guess he was able to save quite a bit of money.
As I said, I was 18. I already knew I was bi. I had had my first experience while camping in the backyard of my friend Donny's house. Donny had just moved to town, and I hardly knew him, so I was surprised when he knocked on the door one day and asked if I wanted to sleepover in his tent that night.
I wasn't necessarily 'feminine', but I was smooth all over, and had a small dick. I was a little bit chubby, and all the extra weight I carried was in my upper body. So even at 150 pounds I had decent sized man boobs. I would later discover that I looked pretty good in a silky women's nightgown, but that's another story.
Donny was slim, dark haired and dark skinned with a large cock. He had a foreign lineage, based on his skin color. I remember being shocked at his straight-forwardness. After hanging out in the tent awhile, he just simply asked 'are you ready?'. Not sure what he meant, I replied 'sure'. Donny pulled down his underwear exposing his beautiful cock. He then got down on his knees, dangling it in my face as he reached his hand inside my underwear and started stroking me. I had to stop him from touching me or I would have cum right away. I very much wanted to taste his cum first, as I had only eaten my own up to this point. I put his cock in my mouth and felt it grow so large that it barely fit. I sucked him, then licked his balls. He was sweaty from the hot summer night and that drove me so wild that when he finally came in my mouth, I came at the same time without even touching myself.
Not too long after that experience, I learned about the adult book stores in town, with booths and theaters where I could hook up with total strangers. They were mostly older men, sometimes over 70, but that was a turn on for me. It was here that I got my first taste of scat. Well, someone else's scat anyway. I must admit that I had always been turned by the smell. I had explored with my own shit for quite some time. I couldn't explain why it excited me so much, but I had started sneaking out to the woods to shit. I would play with it, sniff it, and put it in my mouth. I would chew it up while I jacked off. It turned me on so much! I soon discovered that I loved to shove a dildo in my dirty ass and lick it clean.
One particular night at the bookstore I met up with an older man. He was skinny and tanned, a gruffy beard, dirty and sweaty, and smelled like he hadn't showered in a while. No doubt a construction worker. He was very forceful, first shoving his cock violently down my throat, then rolling me onto my back and sitting on my face. He grumbled out 'eat my ass bitch!'. I loved it. I shoved my tongue as far as I could into his sweaty ass, going back and forth between licking and sucking his hole. Then, there it was. I didn't know what was in my mouth at first, but I soon realized that I had sucked a small piece of shit from his ass. I rolled it over my tongue and savored it like a piece of fine steak. I was moaning in ecstasy from the taste and smell, his ass still in my face and his balls rubbing against my chin. I wanted so bad in that moment to see a log come out, but it was too late. I came hard, squirming and moaning and chewing shit all at the same time. Oh man, I still get so hard thinking about it.
So, that's the background that led to my summer adventure at Uncle Bill's. The first few days were uneventful. We'd mostly fish in the day, drink beer at night. I didn't have a dildo, so I just had to whack off once I went to bed. Each night while pleasuring myself, I had the thought of that old man's shit in my mouth. I couldn't stop thinking about it.
On my fifth night at Uncle Bill's, we had tacos. Apparently his stomach was not to accustomed to Mexican food, I heard him running to the Bathroom shortly after we had gone to bed. I felt myself being aroused, knowing what was happening behind that Bathroom door. I waited for him to finish and go back to bed, and I snuck into the Bathroom to take a whiff and rub my cock. But then... the unexpected. I looked down into the Laundry basket. He hadn't quite made it in time, as there was a good bit of wet, brown shit in his old, dirty, whitey-tighty underwear. I couldn't resist. I pulled it from the basket, looking around as I went back to my room to be sure he was still in bed. Back in my room, I put that dirty underwear up to my nose, sniffing and squirming, about to explode. Then I thought, 'maybe I'll just put my tongue on it'. I did, of course, and it sent an electric shiver through my body. So I did it again, this time licking a little off and into my mouth. I rolled it around my tongue, still lost in the moment. Then i just said what the hell, I stuck the underwear in my mouth and frantically tried biting, chewing, and sucking off every last piece. I held them tight to my face as I came a load of cum all over myself and the bed.
The next day as we set on the creek bank fishing, I told Uncle Bill those tacos were the best thing I'd eaten in a long time. In an effort to make sure I was having fun, he decided to risk it and said we could have them again tonight. Later, after we'd gone to bed, I again heard Uncle Bill rushing to the Bathroom. I was already hard. I went to the room after he'd gone back to only to find there were no underwear in the basket this time. I was broken hearted. But then I noticed drops of shit leading out the door, which made no sense. I followed the shit trail all the way to the Laundry room. Tonight, he had shit so much that he threw the underwear in the Laundry room floor on his way to the toilet. I reached down and picked them up. They must have weighed a good two pounds. They were loaded with a heaping pile of brown, stinky shit. Oh my. Oh my, oh my, oh my. I was so excited I could have cum right then, but there was no way I was going to waste this opportunity.
When I returned to my room, I laid a towel on the bed to save the sheets from any damage. Then I laid the shit-filled undies down on the towel, got down on my knees, and hovered my face over them. I sniffed for a little bit, taking in the full essence. Then I put my tongue down on top of the pile, flickering it up and down for a small taste. Then I did it. I reached down with an open mouth, slowly lowering my head closer and closer, until my lips were fully around it. I took a slow, sexual bite, filling my mouth with the thing that turned me on the most. I held it there, swishing it around for a few minutes. Then I pushed it to the back of my mouth, opened my throat, and swallowed. I'm sure I must have gagged, but I really don't remember it. When I looked back, I discovered to my delight that, although I swallowed a mouthful of shit, only a small amount was gone. I immediately put my mouth back on it, eventually shoving it in mouth with my bare hands like a starving man first seeing food. I had never been so turned on in my life. It occurred to me that I had better leave at least a little so that (hopefully) he wouldn't notice his underwear was magically clean. So I gave them one last sniff, and returned them to the Laundry Room floor. Now, they weighed far less.
Things returned to normal over the next several days. Uncle Bill's stomach calmed down, so I went back to jacking off with only the dream of his shit to turn me on. Then he told me one night that he was going out with a friend, but he'd left me some beer in the fridge. After showering, I figured I'd hang out in the nude, drink some beer and watch some porn. There were 2 or 3 decent porns by the TV, but I decided to go on a search and see if he had any others. After looking through the house, I discovered a shoe box in his closet. I know I shouldn't have been going through his things, but my curiosity was pushing me forward. I looked in the shoe box, and was totally shocked. There before my eyes were several gay porno videos. Young guys with old guys, fat guys, and two that were totally about rimming! Jackpot! I was so happy to find the movies that it took a little bit to sink in that Uncle Bill....big burly Uncle Bill...hunter and fisherman and overall wearer, could be gay? My mind raced back to two summers ago, we had a couple of beers and decided to go skinny dipping in the creek behind his cabin. He waited until I was dressed and gone before he came out of the water. Oh shit, did he have a hard on? Was he turned on by my young, chubby, smooth body and little dick? I remember trying so hard not to look at his big hairy body so that I wouldn't get hard. I was thinking about baseball and anything else I could to take my mind off the fact that I wanted my mountain man Uncle to ravage my body. Did he feel the same? How ironic!
I put the videos back in the box and closed the lid. All of a sudden I did not want to jack off and lose my load. I was curious if I could somehow figure out a way to get my face between those huge, hairy ass cheeks tonight. I was shaking from excitement, although I had no idea how to go about making it happen.
