In response to a Craigslist personal ad disguising a daringly strange but promisingly fulfilling public scat act, I met two middle-aged men at a local McDonalds. Before any of us ordered, they confirmed that I was into scat, and that I was willing to engage in a public display of such. I love it filthy – the filthier, the better. It was early in the day – early enough for a full breakfast.
As I waited, one of the men went to the counter to place an order for the three of us. The other man talked to me about my sexual interests, my love of pee and shit. I got very excited just talking about. We sat at a booth pretty much in the middle of the restaurant. We spoke in low voices, but did not really care if we were overheard by anyone curious enough to eavesdrop. Having placed our order – three large full breakfasts and three coffees – the other man returned. He said that they would be bringing our meals shortly. He then went to the bathroom. He brought his small backpack with him. I continued to chap with the other man.
In a few minutes, our meals arrived. The man who had gone to the bathroom returned, and handed the backpack to the other man. He carefully placed the coffees into the backpack, zipped it up, and immediately took his turn in the bathroom, backpack over one shoulder. In his absence, I told the other man how thrilled I was to take part in their surprise. He smiled. He said, ‘This separates the men from the boys.’ I assured him that I was a third-gender faggot.
When we were all together again, right at the table, a plastic container was taken out of the backpack, and the shit of both of the men – each of them having contributed – was placed with a plastic spoon in fairly equal portions on the three breakfasts. The shit was fresh. It smelled delicious. Though there was a breakfast in front of each of us, I was told that I was expected to eat all the shit myself, if that were possible. While I got started, again from the backpack, the coffee cups, emptied in the bathroom, were filled to pee from a large plastic jug.
All of this is right out in the big middle of McDonalds. The feeling of publicly eating shit and drinking pee was sublime. I suck cock and get fucked all day, every day, but only shit makes my little dicklet, my clittie, somewhat hard. I a fork and a knife, I savoured first the shit on my plate, and then that on the other plates. I ate a little of the other food, but not much. One by one, I also drank all of the pee. If it were possible, I would have loved to suck these men, and have them fuck me. They did the next best thing. Again, one by one, they went to the bathroom, and beat off into one of the cups. That was dessert. I drank it right from the cup.
Eating shit casts me into a state of transcendental bliss. I get in in this euphoric ecstasy. I don’t notice anything around me. I don’t notice anyone. I have no fear, of course, not shame. I am incapable of humiliation. Some of the customers undoubtedly witnessed what we were doing. How could they not? They probably convinced themselves that it could not be real – suspended disbelief. Who would be eating shit right out in the open at McDonalds? Who, indeed?
When I was done, and the men had finished the eggs and such that I didn’t eat, I was given a hearty congratulations. Without further ado, they stood, we shook hands, and they left. I remained to contemplate the certain cameras that had filmed the whole affair. I didn’t care. We had hurt no one. We had breakfast, that is all, with a few embellishments of our own. Chances are, I won’t be returning to that McDonalds, anyway.
Eating the shit of strangers, and drinking their pee, especially publicly, is a pleasure unsurpassed by any other. Cum, pee, spit, shit – the perfect diet.
