Logtistic Outburst

Not only would I, I would so fucking hard that my neck would be constipated with his shit for a week.
It goes something like this.
Andy grins and slidds his studded faggot skinny jeans down enough to reveal his ass and maybe 1/8th of his black veil ballsack. I part his ass cheeks and press my nose against his anus.
>sniff sniff
And now the feeding begins. His anus instantly dilates to about 5-inches agape and starts rapid-firing mud rockets done my fucking throat. Thump thump thump, my gullet fills with his creamy shit as the steam completely obscures my vision. Andy is reduced to a ghostly figure in the thick, humid clouds of rectum-breath. It is like a dream. My neck bulges and ripples as my esophagus and stomach are packed full of the creamiest shit ever to be shat. The word "supreme" enters my thoughts as a particularly corn-studded, monolithic turd skid marks my uvula on it's journey inward. It's as though a thousand lumps of fecal matter are playing bumper cars in my scat-trap. Just as I am delighted and terrified to notice that my throat may literally rupture, a loud and prolonged fart blows my hair back; this signals that the meal is through. I hardly manage to choke down the last loaf as Andy digs in to his fifth Chipotle bowl today. I wipe the stray flecks of scat out of my eyes before collapsing in euphoric cloggedness and say a prayer.
Our Logger,
whose anus is in contact with your lips,
Hallowed be thy colon;
Thy shitlog down your fucking throat come,
Thy will be dung
with turds, as it is with spicy diarrhea:
Give us this day our daily dump;
And forgive us our imperfect sphincter,
as we forgive those that choke on your feces,
And lead us not into the hands of Dani Filth,
But deliver us from the piss patrol:
For thine is the asshole over /b/ with a creamy, dreamy steamer,
the power over the cock raters, and the redditors
For ever and ever.
Logmen.