négyesről...
na ez a nemmindegy.
I found this on his HDD when I was looking through his things at his dorm. I will let you hear the story in his own words.
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I am 22 and I am going to tell you a story about what happened to me in Christmas of 2008
One day when I was home from college I was out walking my dog whilst the family remained in the lounge preparing the Christmas decorations. I had always been faithful to Mylo, an old weary Alsation, slightly grey around the scruff with a certain "hobble" when he walked.
I had also, always marvelled however at the size of faecal matter he was able to produce. He was a monstrous dog but even for his size these shits were big. Every time he would take one my brother and I would get on all fours and stare up into his gaping ass, desperately trying to push out the gargantuan turd. When it plopped out onto the side-walk Mylo would practically collapse and we would marvel at the site which lay before us. Sometimes it would break up into pieces or be what we called "sloshy". But when he laid a firm, compacted log. That was when you were in awe.
They were almost big enough to block the side-walk for any decent pedestrian. They were about as long as my forearm in length and as wide as my thigh. A disgusting putrid pile of shit. And the smell. The smell was like nothing you've ever smelt before. Sweet rotting, meat and shit. Putridly mixed. It made you want to gag but fap at the same time.
Anyway, back to the present here - I've reminisced long enough.
So... I'm stood here on the pavement, with a huge, old quaking Alsation ready to unleash maybe the biggest shit of his life.
Five minutes later, Mylo is on the floor whimpering and I am staring at the biggest pile of shit I've ever seen come out of an ass. We are talking huge. It was like a thick Yule log.
Since my early obsession with dog shit I've always been able to hold my urges but this was too much. I took out a plastic bag and pocketed this enormous beast. It was like a weight in my coat pocket. Anyway, to cut a long story short we went home, had a nice Christmas dinner and all retired to bed.
This was when it got interesting. I was awake at 3am due to my occasional insomnia... I walk into the bath room lazy eyed, as usual, but... Suddenly I spot something out of the corner of my eye. A medical syringe. Thoughts surge through my head and I smile to myself
I grab it, remove the point and walk quickly to my bedroom, gingerly brandishing my find! I get in and shit the door. I check behind it and feel for my coat pocket. I take the bag with the enormous stool in it and plop it on the bed and I sit beside it with the blunt syringe between my thumb and forefinger.
I open the bag, a waft of unthinkably bad rotten, putrid meat and bowels fills my lungs. My dick goes rock hard instantly. I can almost taste it, it's so good. The shit particles penetrating my every hole. My senses are getting raped.
I check the syringe and then fully press it down. Slowly, I peel back the layers of the plastic bag and unearth the mound of reeking brown shit. I hesitate for a few seconds but then plunge the syringe deep into the centre of the mound of shit. It feels warm on my hands and I can make out chunks of solid food among the reeking gloop and the gunky gel which lubricates Mylo's anus when he squeezes these monsters out. I then take my other hand and fully pull back the stopper. It fills syringe with Mylo's delicious shit. The syringe is warm and steams up.
Then I get out my rock-hard cock, bulging with veins and purple at the tip. I unpeel my foreskin and quaking with excitement but not letting out a sound I rest the tip of the syringe into my urethra. Shaking noticeably now, I push down gently on the syringe and slowly fill my shaft with warm injected slurry. It feels amazing in there. Better than any cum-shot. I fill it to the brim and the pressure seems to hold it in there.
I play with my penis now, get up, walk around the room naked. Stroke the shaft... I then begin fapping with it. The shit gurgles up and froths in the shaft and the already putrid stench magnifies sevenfold. I slow down slightly.. After a few minutes I am ready to burst, but I do something unusual. I pull my ball-sack down to reduce the amount of semen I produce and I lie upwards and try to slowly secrete it into my penis.
Slowly but surely, instead of blasting the shit out, the semen creeps up the side of the shaft and into the gaps and seems to mix with the dog-faeces.
Knowing my plan has worked I firmly put a sock over the end of my penis... I then pack away the bags and the syringe and go to bed, sweaty and shaking after my amazing evening.
The next morning I go down to breakfast. However, my penis is giving me a lot of discomfort. It feels itchy and dry, but somehow slightly aroused. After a long Boxing-Day breakfast I return to my bedroom, to “use my new notebook” however little do they know of my master plan... I shut my door and then pull down my trousers and boxers. I slowly pull off the sock. My penis looks angry and raw but nevertheless it has worked... I spread the lips of my urethra and take hold of a brown cylindrical shape protruding from it. Slowly, I begin to pull at the cylinder. Sure enough, a rod of shit, congealed with semen gets slowly revealed from my penis.
The rod is harder than I expected and looks vaguely like a tube of light-milk chocolate, however it also contains the grainy abnormalities common in Mylo's vast dumps.. I play with it for a while, roll it round in my hands, twiddle it between my fingers. It seems to hold it's shape well. I take a bite from it, although it tastes bitter it arouses me greatly but I resist the urge to fap. After this, I spit down my urethra to moisturise it slightly as the process greatly dries out the tube.
Normally here, people would accept their fun and have done with it. Resign it to a relic of the past. A funky thing for a young-man to do. Claim I wasn't getting enough sex. But no, I had found my calling. This was what I wanted to do to please myself for the foreseeable future. Some go to art galleries or make pottery or drive fast cars, but for me. It was stuffing my penis full of dog-shit and making my shit-tubes.
Fuck it, I thought. I was young I could do whatever I wanted. So... I took the bag of dog-shit out again, took out my syringe and proceeded to do the same thing. Again... That afternoon I took Mylo out for another walk. By that time the rod had dried and I could collect another bag of shit (if I needed it). By the mid-point of the Holiday I had a whole cigarette tin of these “turd-rods”. All I had to do was fap, and go through some discomfort - but it was worth it...
I somehow got addicted to making these rods and when I left I had a whole compartment of my rucksack full of them. All separated into sandwich-bags.
When I got back to my dorm, I was granted with the usual niceties and obviously, a generic practical joke. This time it was a plucked chicken in my bed. Fantastic. If you hadn't guessed already, I was one of those... “weird ones”. The ones that are at the bottom of the friendship group but nobody says it. Everyone just 'knows' it. Anyway, I had been revitalized over the holidays. Who were they to tell me who I was and where I was.
It was Wednesday which meant that I got to stay at the house, eat Ramen and possibly browse 4chan if they hadn't used up all the bandwidth torrenting Linkin Park or some shit like that...
I laid my plans... I took a large chip bowl out of the kitchen cabinet and brought down from the shelf, some Yeast Extract and some salt. I then went to my bedroom and took out the five sandwich bags containing my collection of stale, putrid Dog-shit rods... I tipped them all into the bowl, they were heavy and formed a pile. I then proceeded to salt them heavily, spray a small burst of odour destroying spray over them and then flicked strands of Yeast Extract all over them. I had made some very original looking “Twiglets”. For those of you who don't know what Twiglets are. I grew up next to an Army Base and there would often be British and European soldiers stationed there so our shop had to cater for them. Twiglets are a crispy snack made of short two-inch wheat rods. Coated in Yeast Extract and salt. Wikipedia here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/TwigletsI had brought them back before from my parents place and they were a big hit around our dorms.
The guys arrived back to find me sitting watching the game with some beers out and of course some “Twiglets” in a bowl beside me.
They greeted me as if I was below them. A pat on the back and an “Alright buddy?” and I smiled but on the inside I was shadowing my deeply twisted emotions.
After about two minutes they sat down beside me on the couch and all of them exclaimed at the new adornment to the coffee table. A delicious bowlful of my own home-made “Twiglets”
“You got some them?” “Nice one dude” “Epic win”.
How lovely indeed.
They then proceeded to gorge on them, not noticing the slightly bitter taste, possibly dumbed down by their over consumption of beer. I could feel them crunching between their teeth, softly cracking and contorting under their firm jaws..
That evening the Paramedics were called. A whirl of blue sirens plagued the street and four men left my house gurgling, practically vomiting up their intestines, covered in sick and diarrhoea.
The situation then occurred as thus. I had a whole house to myself and the floor literally covered in vomit and faeces... Needless to say I removed all my clothes and then proceeded to wallow in it. Writhing around flailing covering my whole body in shit. Pushing it up my anus, down my urethra, eating it, being sick myself. It was glorious. MY whole body, at one with the shit. I was at peace down there. I knew that was it. I consumed shit until I could consume no more. Slowly the lights became hazy and my intestines burned. This was it. I lay on my back and slowly drifted of to a better place after literally being killed by my passion. A warrior's death. A heroe's death.