Not For Under 18

The Toilet Text said:

YOU ARE A TOILET LICKING FAG! COME CLEAN MY TOILET! I was fucking horny, but even more afraid of the consequences: however, I took my cell phone and dialed the number on the wall.

A dark toned voice replied: “What’s up – who’s there?”

I could hardly speak, I was fucked up nervous. “I call because of for your toilet ad!”

ARE YOU A SHITEATING FAGGOT?

OK – GET YOUR ASS TO ME AND MY DIRTY TOILET - COME OVER NOW! FAGGOT, GET YOUR TONGUE OVER HERE AND CLEAN MY FUCKIN TOILET! He sent an address by SMS and it was only 15 minutes away. I knocked on his apartment door and very quickly the door opened. There stood a stunning man in his late 20’s. Shirtless and in baggy gym shorts.

“You’re the toilet licker?” was all he said, staring at my shocked face. I hung my head and stammered a little. I was fucking scared. “I asked you a question, FAGGOT!” he said, raising his voice a bit. “ARE YOU THE TOILET LICKER?” “Yes.” “Say it and LOOK AT ME, you shit faggot.” I looked him in the eyes and with my face blushing and said, “I’m the toilet licker.”

He laughed long and hard and motioned me inside. There was no small talk. I was told to strip and stand outside the bathroom door.

He opened the bathroom door and turned on the lights. There was a toilet with the lid and seat up and deep yellow in piss.

“Call me TOILET BOSS.”

He stepped in front of the toilet and began to piss. He pissed mostly inside the bowl, but also sprayed the rim inside and out. He shook his dick when he stopped.

He then looked at me and said, “Well, get started, clean my fuckin’ toilet, FAGGOT!”

It had been less than one hour since he sent me his address and here I was dragging my tongue over this hot ALPHA’s piss filled and splattered toilet. Soon I smell something new and familiar. It’s a poppers bottle and “Toilet Boss” is telling me to take a hit. As my head swims he starts laughing again and starts taking photos and some video. After I had shined every reachable inch and drank down nearly the entire bowl of piss water, “Toilet Boss” could not hold his orgasm any longer. He pulled my head up, held my face and shot his cum all over my open mouth and face. I t was dripping off my lips, coated my tongue and was dripping both down my throat but off the sides of my mouth and nose. More photos. Within five minutes I was out of his apartment. He just told me to put my clothes on and get the fuck out. I went home and jerked off about four times. Three days past and “Toilet Boss” makes contact again. “Come over to the park near my house in ONE hour!”

Of course I went there and there he was shooting baskets. He walked off the courts and glanced at me just enough to indicate I should follow him into the park’s men’s room. As is his style there was no small talk - just right to work. “Lick these urinals. GO ON, FAGGOT – NOW!”

There were five wall mounted urinals. I hesitated as one might be expected to do in the middle of an afternoon at a public park. “Lotta guys use those urinals, come on, faggot, you like doin’ it. Lick the rotten piss of true men and suck into your stomach!” In my mind I counted one, two and on three I bent over and tasted the first one. My tongue was on fire from all the different piss and pubic hairs.

The poppers appeared again and within seconds I was on my knees in front of the urinal, fully clothed and licking and lapping every inch I could reach. “Toilet Boss” was jerking off and taking pictures of me once again. I heard him say: “Come here! Come over here!” In the far stall, the toilet was unflushed, broken or something. It was filled with several loads of shit from minimum 2 different guys. Shit was lying on top of shit.

There was hardly any water in the bowl just a pie of turds about ten inches tall. “Toilet Boss” told me to pick up a turd and put it in my mouth.

It turned out he made a video of me leaning over, picking up a turd and putting it in my mouth. I gagged a few times and then we heard someone coming. “Toilet Boss” pulled up his shorts and walked out.

I closed and locked the stall door in panic. I stood there petrified. Of course the turd had been spit back into the toilet but I could still taste the shit on my tongue. It was pretty well coated. Two more guys walked in and all three of them were pissing and talking back and forth. They began talking about how much it smelled like shit in this shitter! There was no toilet paper so I could not wipe anything. I waited for them to leave and then walked out of there as fast as I could and got into my car.

“Toilet Boss” was shooting baskets again, completely ignoring me and never even looking in my direction. I felt deeply ashamed and humiliated, but it also made me proud to be an alpha male’s toilet bitch.

I went home and of course jerked off once again to the whole scene. Just before I shot my load a text came in. A photo was downloading. YOU NASTY STUPID SHIT EATING TOILET FAG - YOU are MINE now! The photo sent was me with a turd sticking out of my mouth and that fucked up toilet clearly in view. I came soon after that and then the shame and regret took over right after in my brain.

I heard nothing for a couple more days until this afternoon. A text came in from a number I did not know or have seen ever before

Next to an unknown address it only said: YOU TOILET LICKING FAG - COME and EAT MY SHIT! I ignored it. Ten minutes later a new message and a fuckin photo. It was my nightmare déjà-vu.

There was the pic with me and the shit in my mouth at the park toilet. Below it had once again his address, adding: “My straight buddies WANT to see YOU EAT MY SHIT FROM A TOILET – they have never seen a shit pig like you - live and in person - SO BE HERE AT 11!”

There is no return for me:

*sigh* "You said my Son had a hairier hole than me…”