Perverts 'R' Us

Confessions of a Poop Lover

By Scat Dad ( scat, enema, b, b/b, M/b, b/b/b )

Author's note: The following is a true story with no embellishments. I don't encourage coprophagia (eating the stuff) as it can lead to parasites and serious illness. But I guess I was lucky. However, if you and your partner are healthy, drinking piss is very safe and lots and lots of fun. And tastes interestingly wonderful as well.

I have been playing with my asshole since I was very young … before I can really remember. I distinctly remember bringing my toy soldiers to bed and having them play near and on my hole. I would push their little heads inside and loved the feeling.

One night when I was 5, I brought my marble bag to bed with me. I pushed a marble against the hole until it felt like it would start to go in, then I'd stop. After a few nights, I kept pushing. Of course it popped in. I was immediately frightened. What if it didn't come out? I ran to the bathroom and fortunately, it pooped out easily. I flushed it. I remember thinking I'd NEVER do that again.

Never lasted about a week. I did it again in bed and the entry gave me a great stiffy. I pooped it out, knowing from my previous experience that nothing else would come out. I pushed it in and out several times then decided I needed to put the marble away. I went to the bathroom, pooped it out, and flushed it again.

I did that again the next night but after several times pushing it in and out, I stopped, pooped it out into my hand and decided I didn't want to keep flushing away my marbles. What to do? I stuck it in my mouth and sucked it clean. (5-year old boys aren't too particular). That was my first delightful taste of shit. I was hooked.

Subsequently, I would take my marbles to bed and see how many I could push in. At that age, I would play little games in bed before going to sleep. The one I played when I was stuffing marbles in my hole involved a contest where boys tried to see how many marbles they could push in. I always won, of course. I don't remember exactly what age I was when I was able to get 12 in, but I think I was around 6 (based on the house we lived in. We moved a lot).

When I was 7, I began taking close looks at the turds in the toilet after I shit. One day I had the nerve to poke one with my finger. Next time I poopooed, I picked the turd up. In those days, my shit was usually hard and made of little turdlets. (Most boys have shit like that, I think.)

My poopoo play (as I called it) progressed to pooping in my hand, smelling, licking, squeezing (not too much), squeezing harder, and eventually when I was 8, pulling one of the little poop-balls off the turd, slipping it in my mouth, and sucking it.

Not too long after that I took the obvious next step. I ate one of them. Any time I did poop play, I remember getting VERY stiff. But I didn't know what to do with it other than squeeze and pinch. No orgasms. During this time, I would also push marbles in my hole and keep them in for a long time. As I got older, I tried slightly larger things like small balls. I loved the feeling of things going in my ass as well as the feeling of things (including shit) coming out. I would search for things around the house, but never found many things.

I'm surprised that I never got hepatitis because I ended up eating a lot of shit...in small quantities...until I was 11. Then things changed in my life. I lived only with my mother. She worked and I had to go to a sitter's. When I turned 11, she said I was old enough to be on my own. I LOVED that.

Given the freedom of being on my own, I began trying new and filthier games. I had a great imagination. When I had to shit, I would let the turd travel down my intestine and feel the tip as it peeked through my hole. If the turd was solid (as most were), I would poop in my pants. I loved the feeling of a turd in my undies and would walk around the apartment feeling the firm, warm object. I didn't dare sit down, though, because I knew the mess would be too much to clean up. At least the mess the shit would have made in my undies.

I haven't mentioned that early on in my life, I began loving piss as well as shit. All I could do, though, was piss on myself in the tub when bathing. I'd aim for my mouth, squeeze my eyes shut and catch a little pee in my mouth. I soon graduated to taking a cup to the toilet, piss in it and drink. When I'd poop my undies, I would let a little squirt of pee out, but didn't actually piss myself. But boy did I want to.

Given the freedom of being on my own, I found more items to push in my asshole: pens, toothbrushes, and hairbrush handles. I almost always cleaned them after shoving them in me by sucking them clean.

One time I was looking in the bathroom towel closet and found a flat box. I peeked inside. Memories flooded back. Inside was a red, rubber bag with a long tube attached. An enema. I remember hating them. (I think the last one I got was when I was around 4 or 5. My mother would soap my anus for lube, so of course it burned). But the nozzle, though small, looked enticing. I unscrewed it and slipped it in. It felt so good. I did that for a couple of weeks until the obvious thing suggested itself. I would give myself an enema.

I filled the bag, sat on the toilet, and let the warm water flow in. I expected it to be uncomfortable like it was when as a very young boy. It was uncomfortable but in a way I did not expect or had ever experienced. As the water gushed in, I suddenly cramped and was wracked with a feeling that started in my gut and traveled through my small, hard dick. It was incredible. I couldn't help it. I expelled the enema nozzle and began shitting out all the water while my body shook with its first, dry orgasm.

Now I knew what I what I had been looking for.

About the time I turned 12, we moved to yet another neighborhood. Two things made my adventures more exciting. We had a washing machine in the apartment…and I had new friend, John.

I continued giving myself enemas, but because of the mess, did it in the tub. I discovered the orgasms and cramps were best if I took the enema while lying on my tummy. I also loved to try to see how much I could take before I exploded in a shit spray orgasm. Eventually, by carefully turning the enema on and off, I could take half a bag. My next step was to take that much. Let it out. And take more again. One day, I decided to let the water out by putting my legs over my head and letting it spray on my face. MESSY! NASTY. WONDERFUL. I actually had an orgasm without touching myself as I tried to catch as much shitty enema water in my mouth. I was still getting dry ones at this time.

Oddly enough, though I hadn't figured out how to give myself an orgasm without an enema. Eventually, though, I figured if I pressed my dick against the tub bottom, I'd get the same feelings. That realization quickly progressed to my learning how to pleasure myself in bed by pressing my cock with my hand. I still hadn't figured out actual jacking yet.

During this wonderful period in life, I was able to piss my clothing. I did it in the tub, on my tummy, and rubbed my dick against the wet cloth and the tub. After a while, I got the nerve to do a proper shit in my pants. I walked around with the soft turd warm in my back. I sat on the toilet lid and felt it squish between my legs and up the back of my pants. It was wonderful.

I remember that first time very well. I was so turned on that scooped the poop out of my pants. I put it in the tub bottom. I humped the pile and had my first wet squirt.

During this time, I began to make a strong friendship with my next-door neighbor, John. The oldest of 4 brothers, he was 3 weeks older than I. I met him during the summer, so we went swimming together at the local pool a lot. It was the first time I ever saw another boy naked, and I was fascinated. He had a good sized, hairy cock, but I was just starting to get wisps of hair at this time. And I was only 3". (I measured).

One day we were playing in Golden Gate Park in a secluded area, and John said he had to pee. I did too, but I commented that we were a long way from the playground and the toilets. He said, "Don't matter." He pulled down his pants and underwear, pointed his cock and began pissing. I did the same, standing next to him. We did some crossing streams, laughed, and pulled up our pants.

We didn't say anything about it again until about a week later when we were in my house. John said, "Hey I gotta piss. Do you?" We went to the toilet and repeated our side-by-side urination. Only this time John took hold of my cock. I hardened immediately but at that age I was still able to piss with a boner.

"Hold mine," John said. I grabbed it and reveled n the feeling of his piss coursing through the piss tube. He was firm, but not hard. When we finished, he didn't let go of mine but began jacking it with thumb and finger. He told me to do the same.

I shivered first. No jizz since I didn't get wet ones all the time. John began shooting soon afterward. Of course I was shocked at the amount and the creaminess.

That night, I repeated the masturbation in bed, this time using the thumb-finger movements John had done. I was in love--with jacking off ad with John.

We jacked each other off every day after that. John told me he had been fooling with his brothers for a long time. Quite a few times, we brought them (ages 7 to 11) into our games.

Our jack off sessions often started with us pissing side-by-side. One day John surprised me by sticking his finger in my stream and then licking his finger. He squeezed my flow shut. I squeezed his shut, too. He looked at me and asked if that grossed me out. "No way," I said and released my grip and did the same to him.

It turns out that John and his brothers had been playing piss games along with touching each other.

The next thing John did truly amazed me. He got on his knees and took my dick in his mouth. I couldn't hold the piss back. It poured into his mouth. I did the same to him. His flow was so fast that I couldn't hold it all. Some piss flowed onto my shirt…but I didn't care. When I had finished, we went to my bedroom, lay on my bed, kissed and then sucked each other. It was my first kiss like that. And my first major taste of cum. (I had dipped my finger into his cum pool before this).

The next day, I was all set to repeat the game, but John asked if I wanted to make some money. I didn't understand him, so he told me to come meet a friend. The friend was the man who lived across the street. John told me he liked boys and paid them to do stuff. But, he warned me, some of the things might seem weird.

We went over. Charles (the man's name) was expecting us. That day was a watershed in my life. He paid us both to pose, kiss, and suck each other. Then he had John do something that shocked me. John fucked him. I watched as hard as I'd ever been while John plowed into his hairy ass. I had gotten to know John's orgasm very well, so I could tell when he came. John pulled out and Charles cleaned his cock with a rag. John looked confused but Charles said, "Not today." I totally did not understand.

I left the house $20 richer. So did John.

Over the next few days John and I played with each other. I had hoped to return to Charles's house but John hadn't said anything. Finally I asked and John said he wanted to do so too, but Charles wanted to do the weird things next. I thought the weird thing was the fucking. But was I ever wrong. John told me we would each get $50 if we did what Charles wanted.

When we got there, we stripped and Charles led us to his bathroom…large and fully tiled. There were sheets on the floor. Charles lay down. John knew what was expected. He smiled a crocked smile at me, stood over Charles and pissed on him and in his mouth. Then he squatted over Charles, grunted and began shitting. He looked at me like he was afraid I'd run out. Instead, I was enthralled. I'd jacked off many times in bed dreaming of seeing John's shit and playing with it. Instead of running off, I knelt next to him and pulled his cheeks apart and watched as his asshole started to open and the brown point of a turd pushed through.

It was going to be a soft one, I could tell. And it was a huge one. The poop landed on Charles's pubic region. His cock hardened. John could tell I liked watching. He leaned over and whispered, "You can touch it if you want." I did, right as it was squeezing out.

When John finished, he turned around so his ass faced Charles, and bent over. Charles began licking John clean. "Better than toilet paper," my friend said. Then he surprised me by rubbing his shit all over the man's hard boner. He continued jacking until Charles splattered all over. I was amazed. But we weren't done yet.

"Go ahead, John," Charles directed. John then rubbed the shit on his own cock, pulled the man's legs up, and proceeded to fuck him.

Well, my story is getting too long, so I'll wrap it up. John and I, alone and with Charles, investigated just about every possible sexual situation with and without piss and shit. We got pretty raunchy. Charles gave us money periodically, but we all did it for fun mostly.

John let me watch Charles fuck him, using my poop for lube. John asked if I ever thought I'd let him fuck me. I agreed, but said I wanted it just to be us the first times.

After awhile, we let Charles watch. Then I let Charles fuck me. The only one of John's brothers who knew about our play with Charles was his youngest brother, Daniel. At seven, he had a beautiful, small body, and I loved playing with and eating his poop. Charles didn't fuck him until he was 9.

Anyway, as you can see, I have carried my shit passion since I was a small boy. I had many more adventures with men and a few other boys as I got older. While I will not admit to having had any experiences with boys as a man, I will admit to still playing shit games with myself and adult partners. I drink piss everyday, and when I have the time, I love pissing and shitting my pants. In fact, I'm sitting here very, very wet…and dirty.