By JonH

Edgar waved his bottle of cider around and dragged hard on his cigarette. Strutting around in nothing but baggy gray briefs and the small diamond studded crucifix he always wore the guy was in his element. Money and the attention of the room was all the guy ever needed. He still had the raw sexiness from high school though and so I was lucky my track pants covered the heaviness in my dick.

"I hope I don't have an accident Mr Dixon." Aside from the slurred 'dickshun' he still seemed in control.

Mr Dixon, if that was his name but I bet it wasn't because I noticed he had on a wedding ring, smiled across the room from his arm chair. He'd be in his late thirties early forties by my guess - his lust making him look kinda thick I noticed he was managing not to let the rise in his y-fronts get too big.

Leaning on a mattress on the floor opposite me was a bloke about me and Edgar's age that they called Derek, wearing only a pair of cheap looking jeans he seemed to be drifting in out of consciousness ever since me and Edgar arrived. I'd asked earlier if he was OK and Edgar said something about self-medicating.

The fifth and final person in the room was a bloke around 30 who Edgar introduced as Cato. He was fully dressed and bizarrely sat in an armchair by the door reading a newspaper and looking up only when Edgar slurred out the punchline to his latest filthy joke.

Cato was the bloke that I'd met in the pub earlier. Edgar had said he'd have to 'screen' me before we went to Mr Dixon's. I didn't know what the hell that meant and sat in the pub with the pints paid for by Cato and waited for some kind of questions.

"So, you are both 20 years old?"

"Yes."

"And Brian, Edgar has told me you and him have only recently met each other again but that all through high school you spent many times in each others homes comparing the amount of pubic hairs and buttock crack hairs you had?"

That question came out of nowhere. I shot a kinda pissed look at Edgar but then nodded 'yes'. I was definitely intrigued by what was happening and already with the hard to hide rise in my track pants regretted not wearing baggy or tighter khaki trousers.

Cato slipped us the agreed on 100 and we made for the car. For some reason I expected to be taken to a mansion but as we pulled up to what looked like a real dive of a motel I knew this Mr Dixon was doing what ever this is in secrecy. I did notice a Lexus parked out front though and wondered if that was his.

The room was large but a real mess which was weird seeing as the only furniture was the double bed, a couple of arm chairs and the mattress. The dry dusty smell kinda hit you in a wave when the door opened. It was way too stuffy but on the top floor so when Edgar pried open both large windows the warm, spring night breeze could almost be felt on your face.

Mr Dixon had been generous with the alcohol. There was a box of the stuff and Cato had gone and brought up another one.

I was throwing back the beers only because I couldn't talk with a bottle to my lips. Mr Dixon and Cato were talking about people I'd never heard of and Edgar had dropped down next to Derek and was talkin' dope bullshit while lazily playing with his dick through the fabric of his briefs. Derek was nodding severely but Edgar was rambling away and showing off his diamond crucifix - no doubt Derek was having jumbled thoughts about hocking it.

I'd been idly flicking through a gay porno magazine trying to figure out why toned, well hung 'hunks' as they got called could be so damn unsexy when Edgar got to his feet and started his show.

The show was basically him waving his bottle around and either talking about some money making scam or telling a lame dirty joke.

All I wanted was to get a cock in my mouth but it seemed that despite our states of undress we were gonna sit round talking for awhile.

"No accidents yet now Edgar. I want to get to know your friend Brian first."

I spluttered into the top of the beer bottle and look over.

"You and Edgar used to look at each others buttocks?"

"Yeah we did."

"And Edgar often had to wipe yours clean with tissues he tells me."

Another pissed looked at Edgar but the question did get my dick stirring. "Yes, he did. Sometimes I'd wipe and wipe but you know how things are."

"Yes I do. Why in high school myself back in the 1970's I had a collection of briefs that made you wonder if some boys ever even wiped at all."

"How'd you get them?" The guy was an a-grade pervert but I wasn't about to stop talking either.

"It was a boarding school and all rooms had a laundry basket and the number of items that went missing was at times ridiculous. I often found myself having to wear the briefs of other students even when they were literally caked in skid marks."

"Brian used to get huge fuckin' skid marks. The undies at the bottom of his cupboard were the worst." Edgar let out another secret - he was loving this.

"Yeah well, Edgar crapped his pants playing football in Year 11 and he had to leave the ground saying he'd done his knee but he kept tugging at the back of his shorts."

In normal life that'd shut Edgar up and have him cringing in embarrassment but in this room Edgar gripped his crotch in triumph and Mr Dixon glowed with the thought of it.

"Edgar!?"

"There was brown water a plenty flowing in the shower that day I tell you. I had to wash my shorts and the undies I didn't have time to wash seeing as my arse was such a mess. They just got turfed over the school fence."

"Brian, did you see Edgar clean himself?"

"No. He was dressed by the time we all came into the change room."

"And so tell me about when you and Edgar were 17 and got back home from the school camp."

No wonder Mr Dixon wanted to meet me - Edgar had spilt every secret I had!

"It wasn't perv...sexual, it was more curiosity I guess."

Mr Dixon waited for the details idly playing with the large tent in his briefs. I noticed Derek had snapped awake almost.

"We'd been away three days up in the country and neither one of us had taken a dump so when we got home to my place Edgar's in the toilet and I don't hear it flush I just hear him going 'whoh' real loud so I open the door seeing as I'd seem him nude heaps of times and he's looking down into the bowl and there's this huge damn turd that almost comes up to the rim."

"Then you..." Edgar interrupts. But I want him to shut up - this story feels different now.

"Then I say to him 'I feel like I can beat it' so he stands there and I sit on the toilet and strain and I don't hear a plop or anything, just this smooth rush of something outta my arse. Then, even though it stinks we both look in the bowl and I've beaten him - mine touches the rim! So we go to flush them away but they're too big so we have the break em' somehow. So putting toilet paper around our fingers we have to lean in and break our turds in pieces under the water then finally they flush away. Then finally we can wipe our shitty arses and flush the paper to."

"Me n' me mate shat in front of each other as a dare once." Derek pipes up, blurting out a confession then nodding slightly.

"What about you - silent Cato over there readin' the paper like your're on a bus." Edgar drained the last of his beer down his gut, lit another cigarette and waited for an answer.

"Once, only once many years ago I was masturbating and lost control of my bowels and had to carry what I'd done in the bed to the toilet. Luckily it was night."

"And you Mr Dixon?" I asked.

"Brian I have many but my favorite was when I was 17 and my room mate was ill with constipation. His buttocks were so bound up he let me finger his hole until tired of my prying he strained with all mighty gusto and sent a log of shit flying into a plastic bag that I held loyally to his arse. It was the perfect piece of shit I had ever seen and I had great pleasure in lying in the bath and rubbing it slowly and deeply into every part of my naked young body."

"The other fond memory is of my army days. A Sergeant who had his own room would tap lightly on my shoulders at three - four in the morning and I knew then to silently follow him. Naked as the day we were born we'd roll on a sheet in his room and then if he didn't manage to shit on me while we wrestled he'd insist I prize a turd from his arse as he sucked my cock and all I had to do for a cock sucking session from heaven was try and push that turd of his back into that tight Sergeant hole of his. You can imagine the mess and the stench..."

Grabbing the rooms attention Edgar starts up,

"I'm gonna have an accident Mr Dixon." And Edgar turns his back and we watch his gray baggy briefs. He farts through the fabric then with a straining of his back and shoulders it's clear what's happening. He's taking a dump in his underpants, they bulge slightly at the base then before our eyes they begin to fill with his crap until a quick groan and strain and he's done. They now hang real heavily between his legs, I can see the weight of the shit is pulling them down exposing his but crack.

"Get the bucket Cato". Mr Dixon says in a horse whisper. The smell is damn gross but the site of Edgar undies hanging real heavy is kinda hot so I pull out my erection and start pulling at it.

Cato produces a red plastic bucket and puts it at Mr Dixons feet. With Edgars shit filled briefs hanging Mr Dixon pulls back the elastic and lets the dark brown load of shit drop with a thud into the bucket.

"Hey Mr Dixon" I say quietly. When he turns I let my bladder go and the wet patch grows in an instant. Raising my legs high into the air I let rip a loud dry fart. Then with a strain sending a dump into my own undies. Feeling it squash around my cheeks I have to push real hard to get the last of it out The hot shit oozes between my arse cheeks and briefs and squeezes up until I feel it press into my balls.

Getting on my hands and knee's I feel the heavy load of shit move inside my track pants. Again Mr Dixon gets the bucket and peels back first my track pants and then my briefs and lets the mess drop in the bucket with a splat.

Disgusted by myself and the bucket I'm still as hard as a rock. And Edgar's waving his hardon around like it's the greatest thing he's ever had.

We turn and show each other our shit covered arses, small pieces hanging in the hairs of our legs. Coming together we grind our bodies together, our hot erections jousting with each other as the smell of our bowels fills the air.

Mr Dixon has passed the bucket to Cato who finally has pulled his own erection free from his trousers and slowly jerks off as me and Edgars pale, shitty arses move about. I wanna blow Edgar but the stink between his legs would be too overpowering.

Mr Dixon lies on his back on the floor and with effort Derek slides up beside him. Edgars already squatting over Mr Dixon then in one movement he drops to his knee's straddling Mr Dixons face with his filthy butt cheeks, his mouth poised above Mr Dixons not too small cock.

I hear a loud inhale of breath as Derek takes a whiff of amyl before passing it to me. He lays back on the carpet and I drop over him on my knee's his face inches from my arse. He takes another whiff when I pass it back to him then like some mad animal starts to lap like mad at my shitty buttocks. "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah" he repeats over and over more to himself than anyone else.

Looking at Mr Dixon I see his wet wide tongue scoop along Edgars crack until his shit streaked face goes back for more. Sucking pieces with his lips into his mouth I can see the pigs throat contract.

Dereks got his fuckin' finger digging sharp and violently into my hole - the guys looking for more shit. I give him another loud fart but that's all I got. I can feel him sucking and tonguing my hole like that of a pocessed grunting pig.

"Ooooh yeahhh" Edgar says to me as he grinds his arse onto My Dixons tongue. "You like this?" he says to the fast masturbating Cato. Edgars cock is rock hard and he grabs Mr Dixons and begins to hammer it hard.

Undoing Derek's fly I pull out his erect, uncut cock the skin pulled tight back along his shaft. I drop my mouth over it and aren't too surprised when the smell and taste of stale urine fills my mouth. I'm gettin' real close, the top of my arse burns with the pain of Derek's hands as they wrench them apart - biting lightly into my arse cheeks I feel his hot tongue slathering across my quivering hole and firm cheeks.

"Thats it Mr Dixon blow!" Edgar farts in his face and yells excitedly as My Dixon lets fly a load of hot cum. Slapping Mr Dixons thigh with his cum coated hand Edgar then starts to blow himself. Holding out my hand I grab a shot and use it as lube on my own shaft and in seconds I drop my ring square onto Dereks lips and blow. Shuddering wildly I send cum flying into the air. Dereks beat himself off by the look of it as my lust hazy eyes focus.

Cato flicks his cum soaked hand towards Edgar's grinning face. Both still straddling the heaving shit eating perverts me and Edgar shake hands - cummy and clammy we've found ourselves a scam.