Bedtime Stories

This will be a thread for scat stories. I know how much chi and especially Armadeadn love my stories.

 

I'm going to enjoy violating the terms of service...again and again and again.

 

Possibly. Also I might be wanted by the FBI.

 

I do it because I cherish your irate reactions.

 

I'll start with a classic. Rest Stop Shit Feast, by Butt Sniffer

 

Someone posted this gay Star Trek TNG fanfiction on another forum and I thought it was hilarious.

--------

Back in Wesley's cabin, the boy was beginning to lather up and wash off
the cum. He didn't hear the cabin door swish open and shut, nor did he see
the shadowy figure outside the shower cubicle.

Commander Riker massaged his growing boner through his pants. The young
ass was as tender as any he had ever seen, and he had poked his rod up many
tight buttholes on females and males. Part of "Academy training and
initiation" he would tell them.

He stripped and waited, his cock arching upwards, throbbing in horny
anticipation. Wesley began soaping. He soaped his arms and chest. Then he
soaped his cock and reached around to soap his ass. Then he reached down to
soap up his legs. That was the moment Will had been waiting for, and he
entered the shower.

"Surprise!" Riker said as he boned young Wesley up the ass.

"Geez! Hey! Hey, fuck! Ow! What the fuck is going on?!?!" Wesley
yelled.

"Just relax. You'll get used to it and enjoy it!" Riker commanded.

Because any movement was a bit painful, Wesley complied. The huge cock
was going in and out, and he bent over to make entry easier. But he was
beginning to enjoy the stimulation of the huge column of meat rubbing against
his prostate.

"Unnggghhh! Such a big cock!" Wesley grunted.

"Yeah, it's 9 1/2 inches long. Just bend over farther and I'll get deeper
penetration," Riker said. "If you think that's big, you should see Picard's.
Of course he goes only for women, but if he ever changes his mind, don't let
him show you what he calls the 'Captain's Log'."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ho ho ho ho ho he he he he he! Captain's Log! That's
pretty funny! Not only are you a good fuck, but you have a sense of humor. I
find that rare in a man," Wesley said.

Grabbing Wesley's hips, Riker thrust hard and deep, squirting his cum up
Wesley's ass.

"Arrrgghhhhh!" Riker grunted as he pushed in to the limit.

After the cum subsided, Riker showered off and left Wesley collapsed on
the floor. Wes's dick was hard again, but he was too exhausted to do anything
about it at the moment. Slowly he got up and hobbled out of the shower. He
put his pajamas back on and got into bed. His dick was sticking up, and he
wished for Tasha or his friend to suck it, but he didn't want to cum too much
today.

"I'll let it build up for a day or two, then get it sucked," he thought to
himself. "But who will do it?"

 

"Surprise!" Riker said as he boned young Wesley up the ass.

 

First. Sorry for the way I wrote this. Writing it this way I'm really embarrassed by all this and it was the only way I could convince myself that I could post it, even anonymously. Just bear with me, okay?
This starts in a stupid, embarrassing way. I’m 23, but my doc decides he wants to do a prostate exam during my physical. (Quick question - isn’t that like twenty years early?)
Okay. So he pushes in and it is the first time anyone’s ever been in there. Like ever. And two things happen within three seconds: I get idiotically, you-could-bend-a-steel-bar-around-my-dick, stupid hard. And I groan. Involuntarily and explosively and horrifically.
My doctor laughed his ass off. I mean laughed, and told me it was okay. “Really,” he says. “It’s pretty common” he says.
But his face tells me it’s not that common.
Dutifully, I went to Reddit and looked this shit up. Reddit fucking loves it some straight guys getting off on their prostate. “So okay,” I say to myself, “let’s buy a fucking drumstick and do this thing.”
So I go to a music store and buy a pair of drumsticks, talking incessantly about what a goddamn professional drummer I am, and how fucking necessary it is for me to own some drumsticks right then, as if the guy behind the counter could see into my soul, perfectly aware that I was going to shove one of those sticks right up my ass when I got home.
I knew. He knew. The guy driving the bus knew. The drumsticks sat in that bag like the fucking One Ring, bending space around it. I had guilty secrets, stolen form the Gods, and I was going to fuck myself with them.
So I get home and I do all the stuff. Lube, stick, push, feel, POW.
Shit like cum, but not cum, some kind of watery fluid slips out of me in a big knot and feels fucking magnificent. Right out of the tip of my purple-tipped cock.
(Another question. Purple tip. Normal when super-hard? Or am I going to give myself a blood clot or something? This is new for me.)
It keeps coming, and the feeling gets better and better. I stop jerking off. (Oh, another note: I was jerking off.) My face gets hot. I realize I’m blushing. My chest blushes, too. That’s new. All my muscles tense up under my skin. They’re probably fucking blushing by now, too. I’m a big, red, purple dicked, autoerotic machine, pounding this drumstick into my ass while my GF is at work, feeling like a fucking idiot.
My balls get this frozen cold sensation, and grip up into me, terrified of what’s about to happen (I would assume).
At which point I actually, literally, honest-to-god it’s apparently not just a stupid phrase, see goddamn stars. Little colored lights. My head rushes. I cum so hard I actually scream. Not like a girl, I scream like an extra in 300. I scream like someone lifting a Buick over their head.
Long story short it was the best orgasm of my life. And later that night, I had sex with my GF and the comparison was... I mean she’s sexy and wonderful and we have(had?) great sex, best so far, she’s awesome, but it didn’t compare.
Next day, more drumstick. This time with porn. Porn gets shut off ten minutes in. I don’t need anything else. I’m a fucking prostate monk, austere in my faith.
More sex with GF. She knows something’s up. Maybe not “I FOUND OUT MY BF IS FUCKING HIMSELF WITH SURPLUS MUSICAL EQUIPMENT REDDIT WHAT DO I DO?” up, but she knows.
I keep the drumsticks on the nightstand like the fucking purloined letter. I say they’re for her. But I can kind of tell she’s not buying it. She knows I’m not as enthusiastic about sex.
Fast forward three months. By now I’ve graduated to a full-on cock-shaped dildo stuck to the bedroom wall. Ass up, head down, biting a pillow. Believe me, I don’t get this either. Why cock shaped? Because I wanted something thicker and I figured if I was going to be fucking myself on a daily basis, I might as well get over any lingering homophobia that might be clinging to my soul.
Okay, serious time. I’m not gay. I’m not Bi, either. I also don’t think there’s anything wrong with being either. In fact, it would be super convenient if I were Gay, because then I could tell my GF that I’m gay, and get fucked on a regular basis. I don’t know what to do about this. GF tries to seduce me a few times a week and I go along with it. She cums... and so do I, but it’s not fun for me. I lost interest in her. It takes me forever to cum.
No, using a plug doesn’t do it. It has to be an “in out” motion, not just a brick in my rectum. No, my GF wouldn’t peg me if I asked her about it. I brought it up, hypothetically, in terms of “something I found on Reddit.” Her reaction was not promising. I’m not going to say she’s homophobic or anything, but she has very traditional views of what men and women are supposed to be like, and writhing like a demon while a huge cock slides up into your hole is not what the man is supposed to do - so she says, anyway.
And the problem is also that I just don’t want to fuck her anymore. I want to be fucked. And even though I’m not attracted to men, I’ve considered breaking up with her (first, obviously, no cheat-o) and hooking up with guys. But even that isn’t something I want to do, because I love her (we’ve been together for almost a year) and I love being with her. Just not “BEING WITH” her.
So, Reddit. What do I do? I want to be a normal boyfriend. But I also can't deny that I am sexually oriented to being fucked, and not fucking. I cum without touching myself. I don't even WANT to touch myself. Doesn't that mean something obvious?
Suddenly occurred to me: if being gay is genetic, could I be physiologically gay but psychologically straight?
TLDR; DISREGARD THAT, I FUCK (artificial) COCKS.

 

Joe laughed at the urgency that leaked from Barack's voice. However, with that now said, he took his right hand off of Barack's torso to help guide the massive member into his mouth. He didn't even need to use spit as the man's precum was enough to do the job.

Joe bobbed his head, relishing in the fact he was actually doing this. This was happening and it only took him eight years and a cheeto for a president to have him make his move. It was definitely worth the wait, he didn't want to have another scandal and then lose ALL contact with Barack.

Luckily for him, he had no gag reflexes and taking all 9 inches was easy and yet probably scary for the younger man to see his whole fucking cock disappear like that. Joe kept working on Barack's cock as he felt the man getting heated up. He knew it was only a short while before he would come into his mouth. Feeling the excitement of what was to come (or should I say who?), Biden seemed to burst with more energy to get Obama there. When he was at the shaft, he used his tongue to lick underneath as he pulled off to the tip. While at the tip he swirled his tongue around it and very near the crevice.

Shit." Barack moaned, which were the exact words Joe hoped for. Joe, knowing what was happening, deep throated him once more and stayed there.

"Joe, god you're so good at this. Fuck, I'm-" With no further need of words, Barack's orgasm had released into Joe's throat, who had happily swallowed and licked every last drop off of Obama's cock.

After Joe released the younger man's cock, Obama put a hand underneath Joe's chin and lifted it as if to motion to come up. Following the hand gesture, Joe was in reach for Obama to wrap a hand around his neck and kiss him. He could taste himself inside Joe and surprisingly he didn't care at all. He would've thought it to be gross, but it was different with Joe. He meant so much to him and had been by his side for basically a decade.

Kissing Joe felt like feeling the sun shine on your face after being so long in the dark...cold and alone. It felt like the time all your jumbled thoughts had finally calmed down and let you focus and take in one thing at a time. Joe felt like home, a security blanket and that's why Barack never felt the need to reassure Joe what he was doing was okay. Barack trusted him and knew he would treat him right and with love and dignity.

Coming back to reality and back to the kiss, Barack just wasn't patient enough to wait. Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against the older man's and whispered hoarsely, "Fuck me."

Joe smirked as if waiting for this certain command. He backed away and opened the middle drawer of the presidential desk. Seeing Barack's confusion, Joe reached into the drawer and pulled out a tub of Vaseline.

"Where the fuck did that come from?"

Joe laughed, "I was planning for something like this to happen for a few months and so I put a jar in there for precaution."

"MONTHS?! How on earth did I not see that?"

"How many times have you sorted through your drawers and actually looked all the way in the back of each one?" Barack remained silent at that. "Exactly, now get ready."

Joe opened up the Vaseline and put a generous amount on his cock. He was hard and had been for a while, but he did his best to keep himself controlled to please his superior first. He used his lubed up hand to use the excess for Barack's hole. To get a better angle, he moved both the younger man's legs up around his shoulders as he pressed his body in a little more to keep them steady. He stuck in two fingers and scissored them around until he got a third finger in.

The coldness of the lube plus the sudden intrusion had caused Barack to jerk a little, yet in no time he was perfectly comfortable and waiting for Joe's thick cock to penetrate him. In just a matter of seconds, fingers were replaced by the tip of Joe's cock as he slowly pushed inside of Barack. He knew he had to go slow at first because he had a thick cock and it took some preparation before he could pound him. Biden continued to slowly push in and pull out until Barack felt he was ready.

"I'm not going to break, fuck me already."

And that was Joe's cue. He slipped his cock out one last time and he snaked around Barack's legs to support them and also give him the stability he would need. Aligning his cock, he slowly got the tip in and then rammed it into Obama. As he did so, he moved his hands to the man's torso by going underneath the legs to still support them but also help him get momentum. He pulled Obama's torso to him as he fucked the man senseless. While Joe was doing that, all Barack could do was moan and say unintelligible things. He loved the feeling of Joe filling him up inside, it felt right.

Barack relished in what was happening, trying to push down as Joe thrusted. He had his arms bend back to hold the desk and hopefully try to use that to help push down, but that didn't really work how he thought. However, Joe seeing the younger man's greed, he began to slid almost fully out and pound right back in with all the muscles he had.

"Fuck, YES." Joe heard Obama yell. Obama had came a while ago, but ever so slowly his cock was building up again, especially when Joe kept hitting his prostate.

"Barack, fuck, I'm so close." Joe groaned out while thrusting into the younger man. With only a few more seconds more, Joe had worked himself up enough and came inside Barack with a moan.

knock knock knock

Joe slide out of Barack and they both looked at each other with wide eyes.

knock knock knock

"Mr. President? Are you in there? I have Speaker Paul Ryan waiting outside here to speak with you. He apologizes for not informing you of his visit earlier, but it was urgent."

Flustered, Barack quickly said, "Tell him I'll be right out."

"Fuck, what are we going to do?" Barack asked panicked.

"Just quickly put your clothes on, we didn't leave a mess, no one would even know...I mean except the smell, but who would think something like that would happen after Clinton?" Joe laughed as he gathered his clothes and put them on, straightening them out with his hands.

Barack, too, got his clothes put on, only he was fumbling everywhere. Once Joe finished dressing, he helped button up Barack's shirt, as he was shaking too much.

"Can you also help with-?" Barack gestures to his tie. Biden flipped up the younger man's collar and tied the tie around perfectly. He proceeded to straighten out his superiors outfit when Barack grumbled.

"Fuck."

"What is it now?"

Barack pointed to his semi-hard cock that was more so than not obvious in his pants. All Joe could do was laugh.

"This isn't funny, Joe. It is all your fault. Fix this."

Continuing to laugh, Joe walked over to the door to leave. He opened it and turned around to give a wink to a still flustered Barack standing in the middle of the Oval Office...

 

So the marines and navy are gay. The army likes piss. Which branch do you have to join for some scat action?