perverformer - My Boyfriend Enjoys Sex but All You Get Is Poop

John's boyfriend, Cosmo, was quite the character. He enjoyed sex immensely, but unfortunately for John, all he ever seemed to get from their intimate encounters was poop. Cosmo was open about his scat fetish, but John wasn't quite ready for the reality of it. They had been together for some time now, and John was starting to feel left out and frustrated.

One day, inspired by some of the more extreme content he'd seen online, Cosmo proposed they try something new - inviting a third party into their bedroom while they had sex. At first, John was horrified by the idea. Who would want to witness such a thing? And even if someone did, why would they want to watch while covered in Cosmo's feces?

But as Cosmo persisted, assuring John that this was exactly what he'd been wanting for so long, John eventually gave in. He arranged for a willing participant (to remain anonymous) to lie under their bed, completely covered and unseen, while they had sex. Cosmo promised that this would be the ultimate experience for all of them - John getting the pleasure he craved while the spectator got an unseen, up-close-and-personal view of their intense, passionate lovemaking.

As they prepared for their special evening, Cosmo and John kissed deeply, their bodies already excited and anticipating what was to come. John felt Cosmo's hard cock pressing against him, eager for release. Despite this, he felt oddly detached from the situation - like he was watching two strangers rather than himself and his partner.

They moved together on the bed, their naked bodies entwined as they explored each other's flesh. It seemed like hours passed before Cosmo finally stopped, pulling out of John and panting heavily. "That was incredible," he gasped, his eyes still bright with lust. "But I want more pleasure..."

John stiffened, feeling a chill run down his spine. What did Cosmo have in mind this time? He braced himself for the worst as Cosmo's hand reached between their bodies, searching for John's entrance. A moment later, he felt the warm, yielding sensation of Cosmo's cock pushing inside him again.

For what felt like an eternity, they moved together in a frenzy of desire, their sweat-slicked bodies grinding against each other like two animals in heat. As much as John tried to ignore it, he couldn't help but feel a softening beneath him - the spectator, getting ready for his 'reward'.

Finally, Cosmo pulled out of John, gasping for air. "Now it's your turn," he said, his voice low and threatening. He lay back, spreading his legs invitingly and pointing at the spot between them, grinning wickedly. John swallowed hard, his stomach churning with both fear and excitement.

Slowly, hesitantly, John leaned forward, feeling the coolness of Cosmo's sweat-slick skin beneath him as he sank to his knees. The smell of sex and sweat filled his nostrils, making him dizzy with anticipation. He looked down between Cosmo's legs, taking in the sight of his lover's swollen, glistening entrance. This was it - the moment of truth.

With trembling hands, he reached out, tentatively touching the soft flesh around Cosmo's entrance. As he expected, there was no sign of his lover's previous pleasure. Instead, all he felt was the weight of Cosmo's expectation pressing down on him. He took a deep breath and steeled himself for what was to come.

Slowly, methodically, he pushed his fingers inside Cosmo, trying to find any sign of his lover's pleasure. But all he felt was resistance - hard, unyielding flesh that seemed determined to keep him out. Desperation began to set in as he realized that he was not going to be the one to give Cosmo the pleasure he craved.

Feeling hopeless and frustrated, he withdrew his fingers and stood up. He didn't want to do this anymore. He didn't want to be part of this twisted fantasy. As he turned away from Cosmo, he heard a low growl of frustration emanating from his lover. Cosmo sat up, glaring at him with dark, hungry eyes.

"What do you mean, you can't find it?" he snapped. "Don't tell me you're going to chicken out on me now, after all this?" His voice was like ice, cutting through John's defenses and leaving him feeling small and insignificant.

Despite himself, John felt his body respond to Cosmo's words. A shiver ran down his spine, and he could feel the heat building between his legs. He knew that he was going to give in to Cosmo, even though he didn't really want to. It was either that or face the consequences - which he wasn't sure he could handle.

Reluctantly, he knelt back down between Cosmo's legs and once again reached out to touch his lover's entrance. This time, however, there was no hesitation - no second-guessing. He knew what he had to do, and he was going to do it, no matter how much he didn't want to.

With trembling fingers, he felt around inside Cosmo once again. And then, finally, he found it - the soft, squishy warmth that he had been seeking. With a shudder, he pushed his finger inside, feeling the resistance melt away as he penetrated his lover's body. Cosmo moaned softly, and John felt a surge of power rush through him at the sound.

Slowly, carefully, he began to finger Cosmo, searching for any sign of pleasure. He tried to focus on the sensations in his own body, blocking out the spectator lying beneath them and the thought of what was yet to come. But it was difficult - impossible, even. All he could think about was the feeling of Cosmo's body enveloping his fingers, the warmth spreading through him like a drug.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Cosmo began to writhe and moan beneath him. John could feel the intensity building inside him, a fierce desire to be filled and used and loved. And then, without any warning, Cosmo arched his back and cried out, his body convulsing as he came undone. John could feel the hot semen splashing against his fingers, filling him up with a forbidden joy.

Slowly, reluctantly, John withdrew his fingers from Cosmo's body, feeling the sticky, bitter-sweet residue of their lovemaking clinging to his skin. He stood up, backing away from Cosmo, trying to ignore the look of hunger in his lover's eyes. This was it - the moment of truth. Whatever happened next was out of his control.

With a shudder, he turned around and looked down at the spectator lying beneath them. The face was still hidden from view, but John could feel the weight of their presence, the anticipation hanging heavy in the air. He steeled himself for what was to come, took a deep breath, and lowered himself down onto the waiting face.

The taste was bitter and tangy, like spoiled fruit. But there was a strange satisfaction in it, too - a sense of completeness that he had never known before. He could feel the spectator's mouth closing around him, their tongue swirling around his shaft as they tried to take as much of him as possible. And all the while, he could hear Cosmo's breathing growing deeper and faster, the sounds of their shared ecstasy filling the room.

As he came, his climax sweeping over him in a wave of pure, unadulterated bliss, he couldn't help but wonder - was this what it meant to truly give in to one's desires? To surrender completely, without hesitation or fear? For now, he didn't care. All that mattered was the moment, the pure, unbridled joy of being wanted and loved and desired - no matter the cost.