My neighbor, Hector, is a plump, “mixed” guy, half black and half Hispanic. He knows I work in a porn-store and is always knocking on my door, night after night, to borrow porn tapes from me. I like to masturbate often, myself, and since I get free rentals I’ve always got something to spank it to. Well, the other night Hector knocked on my door. I only answer it for him occasionally, but was in a particularly good mood at the time so I opened the door for this masturbating sloth, even though I knew what he wanted. I opened the door to look at this degenerate, his receding hair and goofy grin. His hair had been thinning for quite some time from excessive masturbation; his belly was sticking out from underneath a Chicago Bulls jersey as he looked at me with his beady, brown eyes, his tongue sticking out as he said, “Hey, man, you got porno I can borrow? Do ya?”
Of course, whenever Hector was in my presence I always “smelt a rat,” but tonight I noticed something else- - some sort of unholy, ungodly odor and it didn’t take me long to figure out . . . . that it was shit I smelt!
I noticed as I looked down at Hector’s bare, chubby legs that there was feces smeared here and there on them, dark brown and despicable POOP. I investigated closer, saw a tiny turd of a chunk of brown SHIT sitting atop his bare, right foot and I knew something funny was going on. Hector was up to something, that’s for certain, but I decided to be polite. I didn’t say anything to him about it, just gave him a couple porno tapes to get him out of my sense of sight as well as smell.
Then for the rest of the evening I stewed about, tossing in my sleep, wondering how Hector had gotten that shit all over his leg. Was it just an accident that occurred while he was taking a crap? Had he fallen into a pile of dog shit and simply not yet washed it off? Or had it been intentional, that in his delirium; in his loneliness; in his agony over not really having any friends, secretly hating himself and his life, he had smeared his own feces on his legs as a way of expressing his apathy and self-loathing? Hector didn’t seem like that deep of a thinker to me, so I concluded that it must have simply been an accident he had on the toilet, something he was totally unaware of, and that by morning he will have bathed, washed it all away and I would no longer have it haunt me.
Imagine my horror, though, when I woke up in a state of panic the next morning! As soon as I awoke, something compelled me to DASH down the hall, knock on Hector’s door, calling out to him, “Hector! Open the door! I have to get those porno tapes back to work this morning!” Hector yelled back through the door, “Hold on! I’m chatting with my new on-line friend!” I waited outside the door impatiently, for what seemed like forever, until finally the door cracked open. “Here they are, Wade,” Hector said, handing me the porno tapes in a black, plastic bag, refusing to open the door all the way and show himself, prove to me he had washed the shit from his leg. Not only had he not washed the shit from his leg, but in disgust I looked at his stubby little fingers to see they were covered in shit too! He handed me the black, plastic bag then I watched as his fingers gripped the side of the door and slowly slid down its length until it seemed to me that Hector was now lying on the floor. I pushed in the door, trying to help my friend but the door wouldn’t budge because his fat carcass was in the way! “Hector, are you all right?!” I screamed. “Yeah, Wade, I’m fine,” Hector said. “I’ve been up all night chatting with my new online friend, and I guess I’m a little exhausted. Actually, I think I might go to sleep right here on the floor.” I wanted to say, “Well, why don’t you wash the SHIT from yourself first,” but, being polite I simply took the porno movies and left my neighbor alone.
All that day, I became more and more worried, thinking about Hector and his relationship with this new so called “On-line Friend”. I never spent much time on the Internet myself, considered it a sort of frivolity, much more preferring to read the daily newspaper and read a book or two; watch some TV; take my girl to see a movie; jerk my cock, whatever; anything but try to make “friends” with these dubious, mal-adjusted personalities on the Internet I am constantly hearing horror stories about! Anytime, with any body I’ve ever known, as soon as they start talking about their “New Online Friend,” things inevitably, slowly, sadly and certainly take an eventual turn for the worse. People get heartbroke; molested; beat up; put in jail, and suckered out of their money by these online predators, and it pained me beyond belief to hear that Hector may now be on his way to being a victim.
“What a disgusting piece of shit,” I thought, as I got home from work later that day, pulled the porno movies from the black bag to see they were covered in brown, runny CRAP! Oh, and get this, Hector had actually switched one of the tapes on me! Hee! And you know what he did? He actually thought that by smearing POOP all over the label on the tape, covering the title, that I wouldn’t notice! HAHAHA!! I will tell you that Wade Neon is no fool, so I took the bottom of the T-shirt I was wearing, wiped the shit from the label with it to see what this tape REALLY was! And on the label it read, in handwritten, black magic marker, “Me and My New On-line Friend’s First Meeting”. Now, it occurred to me that there were three possibilities here. One, Hector didn’t care so much about this tape, much preferred the porno tape I’d let him borrow so he tried to switch them, hoping I’d take it to work and no one would notice. Two, this was a total accident on his part, that he had accidentally given me this tape instead of the porno it was supposed to be, and once he found out his mistake he would freak out. I chose, though, to lean heavily toward the THIRD possibility, that is, that Hector had made this switch on purpose, not to DUPE me, but to make an indirect cry for help, hoping I would watch it and better understand what he was going through and possibly lend him some aid. So, going with that in mind, I pulled down my britches, grabbed on to my cock, sat on the sofa and began to watch this strange, secret film, excited beyond belief to see what it would contain.
I sat upon my cum-stained couch with my cock in my hand, pushed play on my remote as this mysterious video tape began. In it, I saw Hector walking into someone’s small, rat hole of an apartment. He was dressed more nicely than usual, actually wearing a collared, buttoned-down shirt as opposed to his usual basketball jersey, and a pair of dress slacks. Had he planned on meeting a lady? Had he thought he’d met the woman of his dreams online? Someone that, after numerous exchanges of e-mails and endless hours spent on AIM, they had finally decided to meet and true love was bound to follow? Well, the answer to this question became apparent as a strange, short, pudgy fellow appeared on the screen, a Hispanic guy, very unkempt-looking, wearing a white T-shirt which looked to be stained in pizza sauce; barbeque sauce; or perhaps he had just returned from Taco Bell, but whatever it was on his shirt, this man was not quite what Hector expected. “Hello, I am Juan,” the guy said to Hector, holding out his hand in greeting.
“Um, I thought you supposed to be a girl?” Hector said, and I could see he was trembling in both disappointment and perhaps a small amount of anger. “You told me online that your name was Juanita!!
“Oh, you wish to see Juanita,” Juan said, conniving look on his face, sly smirk, as he motioned for Hector to follow him into the bathroom. Hector did so, probably expecting to see some naked, buxom big-tittied Latina girl taking a shower, urging Hector to join her. But when the two men entered the small, filthy bathroom with dirty underwear lying all around, I saw Juan begin to point into the toilet bowl. “Ah, yes, there is Juanita,” Juan said. “She is beautiful, no?” I could see the frustration in Hector’s face; his shoulders slumped as his belly began to bulge out. Poor Hector had gotten all dressed up; had chatted online for hours, sent numerous e-mails back and forth with a “girl” who told him her name was “Juanita,” that him and her should meet and perhaps Hector would finally “get him some.” But here he was, in some dirty, short fat guy’s filthy apartment, trying not to cry as he looked down at the big, thick, almost black turd that floated in the toilet bowl, mixed with the yellow stain of urine all around his “girl”. His “Juanita,” it turned out, was a piece of Juan’s poop.
“What is wrong, bandito? You no like the girl I brought for you?” Juan said as he began to un-snap his pants. Hector just stood there in sadness and disgust, not knowing what to say, in total shock, as soon Juan’s pants were all the way down. Juan stood there in nothing but his stained, white T-shirt, his 5-inch, stubby little cock erect and sticking out from a mesh of wild, pitch black pubes.
W-What are you d-doing?" Hector said. "W-Why do you have your pants down?”
“Because you are going to suck my cock now,” Juan said, grinning maliciously.
“I-I’m not sucking your cock," Hector replied. “As a matter of fact, I’m leaving. I can’t believe you’d lie to me like that, these past few weeks we’ve been chatting on-line.”
“You are going to suck my cock, bandito, and you are going to suck it while your ‘girlfriend’ watches," Juan said, referring to his own turd in the toilet. He began to laugh as he grabbed Hector by the throat, then forced him into a headlock. I watched as Juan grabbed a bar of soap, wrapped it in a pair of his own dirty, poop-stained underwear from the floor like a stone in a sling, and began to beat Hector on the back with it mercilessly, swinging it like a whip, pounding him into submission. I knew Hector wasn’t much of a fighter, so I admittedly got a little excited over his humiliation, my own cock a tad hard, in anticipation of what would happen next.
Juan began shouting, “You’re gonna suck my cock, bandito, and you’re gonna suck it good in front of your girlfriend. What? You think it’s that easy? You gonna chat on a computer then suddenly you are fucking a hot bitch? You gonna suck my dirty Diablo, that’s what you gonna suck. HAHAHAHA! You think you are such a bandito, dressing up all nice to get some pussy and look at you now!”
“Kiss your girlfriend,” Juan said, pushing Hector’s face into the toilet bowl. He pushed it until I heard a splash, then he jerked Hector’s head back up, holding it by the tiny tuft of hair he had left of his front hairline. Then he put Hector’s face right up to the camera. I watched, stroking my cock furiously as my neighbor’s shocked, defeated face appeared before me, his large round black eyes empty, void of any pride, completely broken down with piss all over him and shit smeared upon his nose.
Then Juan stripped him naked.
Soon, Juan had one leg propped up on the rim of the toilet bowl, his short, hard stubby cock fully erect. It hovered over the turd-filled yellow water as he forced Hector’s face forward, making him look down at the piece of shit in the bowl. “Your girlfriend is watching you, bandito,” Juan mocked. “Your little Juanita is here, so don’t worry, you will get to kiss her again as soon as Juan gets his kisses. Now suck it.” Juan then forced Hector’s face violently into his crotch. I watched as Hector started to cry, rubbing his cheek against Juan’s hard, throbbing peter, not wanting to suck it, knowing he had to, and then a sort of calm cascaded over his face as I began to hear slobbering sounds.
“Ah, yes, there it is. There is that feeling,” Juan said, tilting his head back in pleasure, pushing Hector’s head up and down on his knob as Hector sucked his cock over the toilet bowl, in front of sweet Juanita, the big, brown piece of poop that floated below him that represented so many lost dreams; so much anticipation gone sour; so many sweet, soothing thoughts of golden love turned to shit and now a hard, stinking stubby little dick was in his mouth instead, as he sucked; as he cried. I couldn’t help but cry out too as I watched and began to cum all over myself. I stood up and screamed for my friend, beating the tip of my jizz-smeared peckerhead against the television screen as I watched Juan ejaculate all over Hector’s face, this free man. Juan, this free man who did whatever the hell he wanted to people.
As the tape ended, Juan reached into the toilet bowl, grabbed the piece of poop inside of it and threw it at Hector’s feet. “I’ll send you an e-mail in the morning, bandito,” he said as the shit splattered Hector on the leg. Hector, obviously gone mad now, began to whimper and pick the pieces of broken crap from the floor. He brought a piece up to his nose, sniffed it as if sniffing a sweet flower. Then he wrapped it all up in a pair of Juan’s underwear, got himself dressed and left the apartment, a delirious, broken mess.
