I followed his lead, removing my outer wear in moments. We stood, facing each other in just our socks and shit-filled underwear. He reached for me and drew me into a tight embrace. Our lips met, and our cocks ground against one another. As we kissed, his hand snaked its way to my ass; his fingers lifted the leg elastic of my Jockeys. He brought out two dime-sized marbles of my shit.

“Tootsie Rolls, only better for you,” he laughed. “Less sugar!”

He popped one of the turds into his mouth and offered the other to me. Though I had never imagined eating shit before, at that moment nothing seemed more natural. I rolled it over my tongue, exploring the texture while allowing my taste buds to gradually acquaint themselves with the slightly bitter flavor.

“Lay over here,” his voice brought me back to the room.

I laid down on a weight bench. He straddled my chest with his ass near my face, the brown stain obvious for the first time. He struggled to free my nine inch, uncut cock from the fly of my shorts without disturbing the massive mound that stretched them tight. Once free, his lips encircled the shaft, and he lowered his head until his jaw touched my pubic bone.

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