(Caption) Halloween Nightmares III

October Caption Challenge (14/31)

CW: SCAT

Edward stood in the shower at the gym, trying to stay focused. He should love her, Mary, his wife of nearly forty years, but lately it had just gotten so…difficult. He’d always had feelings about men. All his life, he’d known that he’d contained certain dirty lusts that were better left unsatisfied. He’d imagined that, after all of this time, they would have ebbed away. He’d lived a clean life for so long, and now…why was he feeling so weak, now?

The heart attack almost a year ago had been a message from God, he’d thought, to get his health in order. He’d started eating better, going to the gym, and the gym…it had been difficult to resist some of the thoughts and temptations he’d been facing there. Just…why did they all have to be so beautiful? Every man he saw, it seemed, just made him feel filthier and filthier. He would take a cold shower after the workout, and that had helped a bit before, but it was harder and harder to resist the urges he was feeling. The same urges that had called to the dream imp to him. The same urges the imp was going to release for him, whether he wanted them or not. However, Edward had proven to be a tougher nut to crack than the imp had expected–and he was growing frustrated with him. Perhaps, the imp thought, it was simply time to show the old fellow just how filthy he could get.

The temperature of the shower he was standing under changed, going from tap water cold to body temperature. He smelled it a moment later, the distinct pang of piss all around him, licked his lips, and was horrified to realize that the showerhead was streaming piss all over him. He recoiled from it, but the shower followed him, spraying him down, and the more he tasted and smelled it, the stronger the filthy urges inside him became. All those…men out there, the men he’d run away from, he wanted them all so badly, and this was making it all so much worse. Soap, he needed soap, anything to get clean again. He grabbed for the bar he usually brought into the shower with him, gripped it, and felt it squish in his hand.

Looking down at his fist, he was shaking. It wasn’t soap that he’d grabbed onto–it was a warm log of shit that had just been sitting there on the shelf. He could smell it, feel it between his fingers and under his nails. He wanted to open his hand and drop it, but instead, his hand started rubbing it all over his body, coating himself with it, feeling the dirtiness inside him grow stronger still. He was filthy. He was irredeemable. He was nothing more than a faggot, a toilet, a hole. Worthless. He ran out of shit, squatted down in the shower, and squeezed out another log into his hand, smearing that onto him as well, licking his fingers clean. He looked up, and saw the horde of muscular young men waiting for him…but they were different too. Musky, grungy, asses unwashed and fully of piss and filth. He crawled out to them, and they surrounded him, the nightmare becoming a fantasy–and when he awoke, reality.

Eddie jacked off on the filthy mattress he slept on, holding onto what had to be the hottest dream of his entire life. When he’d cum, he rolled up, got into his rubber gear, and started hitting up some of his regular fuckbuddies, looking for some asses to service, and hopefully, some shit to eat and piss to drink. He lit up a cigar as he did, feeling sexy as fuck–sure, he might be an old filthy faggot, but at least he could finally be free.

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