This is a story involving light to moderate scat play between two adult males. All characters are over the age of eighteen. If this isn't your sort of thing or it is illegal for you to view it, please leave now. This story is entirely fictitious, and any resemblance to actual individuals is coincidental.
Straight Lad's Shit
Chapter 8
The next day my worst fears were realised. He texted me the next afternoon just after he'd been for a shit, with the usual picture. His turds were solid and lumpy, jumbled up in the bottom of the toilet bowl. Then I read the message and my heart sank.
- gonna take a break 4 a bit cos gettin 2 heavy 4 me, maybe c u agen sumtime, meantime njoy this pic x
All I could do was text back and say I understood and hoped I'd hear from him sometime, but as days stretched into weeks I came to think I wouldn't. Sadly I browsed his Twitter feed every so often, taking some sort of sad pleasure in his laddish banter, his obsessions with football and betting, and another photo of him and a girl. She was lying on her back, legs wide apart, very obviously squealing aloud as he licked her out, kneeling with his gorgeous bottom in the air. He proudly retweeted his housemate's complaint about being woken up twice that night by the sounds of him giving her multiple orgasms. Then one of his mates tweeted a picture of him in a toilet cubicle, sitting forward with his trousers round his ankles, shouting up at the camera that had caught him just as he reached around to wipe his bum. After that I resolved to try and forget about him. Then one day a text arrived, and I grinned helplessly when I saw who it was from.
- hey lng tme no c u ok? U fancy meetin up sumtime?
Of course I did, and when he rang the doorbell the following afternoon it was almost as if he'd never been away. Almost. He was smiling and cocky, and so very sexy as we caught up with each other's news over a cup of tea. I looked him up and down surreptitiously, noting his supple body, his sweetly inviting lips and the little bulge in the front of his jeans, and I envied the girl who'd only recently got to kiss him and feel that hefty cock of his inside her. Then he leaned sideways and farted sonorously.
Ooh,' he breathed. Smell that.'
All of a sudden I could; fresh and ripe and insistent; the smell of a lad who needed the toilet. For all that I remembered it as clear as day, I'd somehow forgotten just how good Connor's smell was, and my dick sprang to attention as he turned around and farted again, right in my face. I'd not even been sure if he needed a shit or whether he was just coming round for a chat, and now my heart was pounding with excitement at the thought of him doing it for me again.
I ain't been for a shit for two days,' he said huskily. I had a fucking massive dinner last night too, and now ... oh man this is gonna feel good when I let it out. Do you want it?'
`God yes! I've been hoping you'd come and shit for me again ever since last time!'
Heh, yeah, thought you would.' He looked a bit coy. I did think about texting you a few times but I ... well, erm, I felt really bad about what happened last time. I know you said it was alright, but I felt dirty afterwards, really fucking guilty, and every time I went for a shit I thought about it and ... well, you know I used to get hard taking a shit, but I didn't after that, and I got really paranoid about other people knowing I was doing it. I used to try and hold it until I was at home and my housemates were all out. Then I had to go one time at the pub watching the football and one of my mates photographed me wiping over the bog door, and I fucking lost it and smacked him one. I gave him a right black eye. I got barred from the pub for that. Fucking idiot, I am sometimes.'
I remembered just in time that he didn't know I knew about his Twitter feed and couldn't admit to having seen it.
Anyhow, it's okay again now,' he continued. Kind of ... I realised I was being a twat about it, and that kind of made it alright again. The next day I had a wank thinking about being watched on the shitter again, and then everything was back to normal. Er ... does that make sense?'
`Kind of. It's only natural to feel a bit freaked out by it all, I guess. Anyhow, glad you're feeling better about it again.'
`Yeah, and I've been thinking about shitting for you again; you, watching me shit. I wanna go do it in the woods again sometime.'
`Can drive out there now, if you like? Be cool to watch you squat in the woods again ... and it's a lovely day.'
He looked uncertain for a moment, and then he nodded and grinned, and we set off. He farted as we drove out of town; not one of his stinky ones, but a nice thick smell that promised a solid, healthy dump. I got hard sniffing at it, and he grinned and started telling me how it felt; how the pressure was building in his bowels and how good it was going to feel when he let it out. By the time I parked up in the same spot as last time we were both horny and wanking through our pants. In the wood we found something ideal for our purposes: a small tree that had fallen so that its trunk was horizontal, a couple of feet off the ground. He pulled his pants down and sat on it with his bare bottom hanging well over the other side, leaning forward to balance himself. The sunlight through the trees played across his pale, shapely cheeks and lit up his crack as his hole slowly edged open. He grunted and pushed out a long log that looked like a dark, lumpy baseball bat, and tapered to a point as it slid cleanly from him. It hit the ground with a loud thud and bent to a U-shape. He held his dick down to piss, even though he was more than half hard, and then he began to grunt and strain again as another hefty turd slid down his chute. It was smoother than the first, glistening where the sun caught it. Five fat inches curled slowly from his bum, broke off and dropped to the ground; then another lump, and another. `Thud ... thud ... thud.' The smell rose up around us.
`Oh wow, your shit's massive today!'
`Yeah ... bet you wish I was doing this on your face ... ooh, here comes another one!'
He began curling out another one; a glistening brown finger that twisted to the right and broke off jaggedly a few times. Then he reached for the toilet paper. As he wiped his bum over me I pulled down my pants and moved in to see his shit close-up. It lay there in a big pile of curled logs with jagged broken ends, vivid reddish-brown against the mossy earth. I held my nose right over it, felt the hotness and sniffed deeply at the stink. Above me, Connor finished cleaning his hole, stood up and regarded me coolly as I got off on his shit. He knelt down with me and we began to wank together over it. We paused, wild-eyed and breathing hard, and he reached forward shyly, closed his fingers around my cock and began to wank me, slowly at first but then harder and faster. This was so good, getting one another off like this amid the fresh smell of what he'd just done.
`Oh man I'm gonna cum ... gonna cum ... oh!'
So was I, and both of us shot our loads together, all over the gently steaming pile of his turds.
For all that Connor seemed to have enjoyed shitting for me again it had still been a bit awkward, and it still was a few days later when he got me to give him a blowjob as he had a shit in the toilet. It was fucking hot, kneeling with his cock in my mouth, listening intently to the crackle of a big turd starting to slide from him, with the smell rising between his legs.
`Plop! ... Plop! ... Plop!'
I got splashed in the face as his turds hit the water. He took his time over his shit, pausing and leaning back to let me suck him better before he grunted, leaned forward again and began letting another one slide down the chute. It smelled wonderful, and when he was done he stood up to show me his fat logs floating in the water. Then he sat down again, pulled me back onto his cock and fucked my face until he came down my throat, before getting me to wipe his bum for him. But I only really came to be believe that things were back to how they'd been a few days after that, when he came over all horny and hung over. He licked his lips and looked at me with his old cool dominance, and my heart pounded.
`Get down on the floor. Yeah, lie on your back, like that.'
He came and knelt over me, unbuckled his belt and bared that gorgeous bottom of his so I could get my nose right up into his musky crack. Then he farted again. His anal hairs tickled my nose as the gas blasted into my face. He did it again, and slowly pushed his hole open until his turtle's head peeked out, and there I was again, looking at his shit only an inch or two from my face with the earthy smell assailing my mind like a drug. It receded slowly as his hole closed behind it.
Want my shit again?' he hissed, straightening up to stroke his dick. Wanna be my toilet now?'
He didn't need to ask. We tumbled up to the bathroom, where he waited outside the door as I stripped naked in a haze of excitement and climbed into the bath, a toilet just waiting to be used, complete with the paper on the side above me. I just wondered which part of me he wanted to use. Then the door opened slowly.
He looked just like a lad going to the toilet. There was nothing in his manner to suggest anything else as he came over, turned and began unbuckling his belt again. His jeans dropped round his ankles, he pulled down his boxers to follow them, and then he sat slowly down with his bottom hanging over my upper chest. I looked intently up at his hairy crack and tight, puckered ringpiece and couldn't stop myself wanking, mad with anticipation as he made me wait for it. Suddenly he drew breath, and I knew it was about to start. He grunted softly, and then his hole pulsed and began to push open, and once again his turtle's head peeped out, receded and then came again. It pushed his hole out wide as it lengthened from a little spike to a solid turd, sliding slowly out of him as he grunted and gave little pushes to help it on its way. It was thick and smooth and dark brown, glistening on its cracked surface with the slime that crackled and hissed as it passed through his hole. He paused a second or two. l looked up the brown column as it hung stiffly from his bum. I could sense the hotness and weight, and the smell drove me wild. It began to pull apart, slowly at first but then more quickly, and it swung to the right and dropped.
Oh my God!' I gasped as it landed, all hot and heavy. Oh fuck that's good. `Do another one Connor; give me all your shit!'
In answer he gave another grunt, and the broken jagged end jutting from his hole began to slide out, curling slightly to the left as it grew into another thick log. Whimpering, I watched it taper off to a point that slid cleanly out of him. The thud as it fell drew another gasp from me, and he twisted round to look down, and grinned in satisfaction at the sight of his fat logs curled round just below my neck. I lifted my head so I could sniff them from close quarters, inhaling his shit-stink like poppers as I wanked. He began to piss despite his hard-on. It streamed down the side of the bath and gathered warmly around me.
Want more?' he breathed. I got another one coming...'
His hole was brown, crusted with sticky shit that clicked and crackled as it pushed open. Sighing with pleasure he pushed out another one, another thick glistening log that slid cleanly out of him and dropped. It thudded onto the pile and topped over onto my neck. His dirty little hole pinched shut again behind it. I thought it'd slide off, but it didn't: it stayed there, hot and slimy and heavy. Was that it? Had he finished? Incredibly, he hadn't. He grunted and strained one more time and pushed out yet another log, slimmer and smoother now. Three times it broke off, and its curls joined the huge pile on me. Then, with one last grunt, it was over. He jumped up, not even waiting to wipe his bum, turned around and began wanking hard.
`Oh fuck me that's hot ... look at you covered in my shit ... oh ... oh fucking hell ... Jesus!'
He came explosively, all over my face.
See you again,' he smiled as he left. Might be a while, though, `cos I've got my exams coming up and I've shitloads to do. I've done fuck all this year except get pissed and play football!'
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