Caught

I rush over to Calvin's house as fast as I can, almost running. I have to hold my erection down in my pants to keep it from flopping around. Finally, I get to his front door. I'm more nervous than I've ever been but I've dreamed of this moment for years. I ring the doorbell.

Calvin comes to the door, wearing a t-shirt and spandex underwear, the only type that will fit his massive 52-inch bottom.

"Hi Will," he smiles. "Come on in."

I say nothing and follow behind him. I've only seen him in that spandex underwear a few times before when he was changing, and I couldn't get the image out of my head. I couldn't help staring at his gigantic rear, bouncing up and down, swaying side to side. I think he must have been doing that on purpose.

He turned around, a sly grin on his face as he caught my eyes darting up from his derriere.

"So you really like this thing, hmm?" he asked, giving a playful smack to one of his cheeks.

"Yeah..." I said, almost in a trance watching the cheeks jiggling.

"I was a little unsure if you were just playing with me when you said you jerked off to it. So I've got a test for you to do. You see, Will, I just took a crap in the bathroom downstairs."

"Oh, yeah?" I asked, trying to be nonchalant about it, but inside I was a nervous, sweaty, horny mess.

"Yeah, a big one," he said with a glint in his eye. "I hadn't pooped all day and you know how much I eat." His eyes dropped down to my pants, where I couldn't help wondering if he saw me holding my straining cock.

He opened the door and we walked in together. I was greeted with the most pungent, earthy, beefy aroma of his dump. He watched me intently, and I couldn't help but inhale deeply, feeling a familiar stirring in my penis.

"So you really love this?" he said, grinning. "You actually get off on the smell of my shit?"

The humiliation of what he was saying made me even hornier as I nodded.

"You don't have to say anything," he said soothingly, putting his hand on my lower back and guiding me to the toilet, where I was a giant turd the size of my forearm. He whispered in my ear, "I want to see you jerk off to it. Show me how much you love my shit."

My brain was on overload, as I immediately threw my pants down and whipped out my raging cock. Any inhibitions I had about my own sexuality or my friend seeing my cock disappeared when I saw the monstrous poop laying there. I began stroking it like a madman, bending down to inhale it as deeply as I could. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have a friend with a mind as sick as mine, who actually was encouraging my twisted fetish.

"Oooh wow, you really do love it," he gasped, as I furiously inhaled and masturbated. "This is sooo bad, Will."

It felt incredibly bad. Unbelievably naughty. But I didn't care. I was in ecstasy.

"I want you to pick it up," he whispered in my ear, coaxing me forward. "I want you to sniff it. Tell me how it smells. Tell me how it feels. I know you touched my poop before. I saved this one for you."

My mind was racing with possibilities, and I grabbed the huge, thick log and picked it up, bringing it to my nose and inhaling the powerful stink of his dropping. Calvin moaned softly, overcome with lust, and I saw his hand drop into his pants to touch himself.

"Oh, god, I'm getting close to cumming," I muttered. "It smells so fucking good, Calvin, I love that it came from your big ass. It smells so earthy and bitter. This feels so wrong, but I want to taste it."

"Oh Will, you're so fucking nasty, but I love it!" Calvin exclaimed. "Yes, prove your love for my big fat ass and lick my shit! Do it now, don't think about it!"

My dream had merged with reality. The humiliation and lust had reached a crescendo, and I bent down and rubbed my tongue up and down the long, stiff turd. I heard him moan with pleasure, and realizing the depravity of the situation, I lost control of my cock. Thick, powerful jets of cum came shooting out of me onto the floor as I doubled over, continuing to lick his shit as I orgasmed seemingly infinitely. I heard him groan with pleasure as well as he began cumming too.

"Oh, Will, fuck, that's so hot!" he cried, overcome by the dirty display of submission from me. My orgasm was extended further by his, and we looked at each other in that intimate moment of mutual ejaculation, knowing that this was only the beginning of an exploration of our dark sexualities.