NicDate: Wed, 8 Feb 2012 17:18:35 +0000
From: namab mas <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: Making Nick Poo His Pants

This is a story involving light scat between two young adult males.  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.

Would love feedback and ideas: email me at: namabmas@gmail.com


Making Nick Poo His Pants


I used to see the lad at the station a couple of times a week, for he
sometimes got the same train to work as I did.  From his tracksuit bottoms,
fluorescent tabard and work boots I guessed he worked in construction
somewhere.  I fancied him right from the start.  He was maybe 20 or so and
quite boyish; tall and slim but also muscular and toned.  He was very fair,
with light-ish ginger hair cut short in townie fashion, and a nice oval
face that had once had freckles.  He had a friendly smile and bright blue
eyes.  Every morning I saw him lounging near the station, smoking a
cigarette as he waited for the train, and I fantasised about him.  I
imagined him wanking and spurting all over his tummy and chest; I imagined
fucking him; and because I'm a pervert like that I imagined him having a
shit.  In my mind's eye I saw him on the toilet or squatting down outside,
with his pants around his ankles and a big turd sliding out of his pert
little bum.  I wondered what his dumps were like; how much he did and what
colour and consistency it was; whether when he'd finished he wiped his
bottom standing or sitting; what the toilet smelled like after he'd been in
it; whether he was all shy about his bowel movements or whether he farted
and plopped shamelessly.  I wanted to be there to find out.  In my wilder
fantasies I imagined him shitting in front of me so I could watch and wank;
pooping his pants for me; even squatting down and doing it on my face.
That horny builder boy and his shit began to obsess me.

One day I logged into a scat fetish website I'm on.  My profile is pretty
tame by the standards of some on there.  I'm not interested in eating shit
or getting covered in it from head to foot.  But I do want to meet a nice
boy who'll play a bit dirty with me, and there are some pictures of my logs
in the toilet and my bulging pants and messy bottom when I've pooped my
pants.  Today there was a message waiting for me, and from someone who
lived pretty near me:

Hey, like ur profile.  I really like shittin pants too.  Wanna chat or
maybe meet up or something'

Nick

I clicked on the sender's profile.  `Horny pants-pooping boi lookin for
sum1 to shit myself with,' it said.  He was 19, and judging from the
pictures he was cute as anything - toned and smooth, and nicely muscular.
He had a big cock, jutting out of a forest of ginger pubes.  There were no
pictures of him messing his pants, but there was one of his big logs in the
toilet.  I got an erection straight away looking at them.  Then I clicked
back to the message and saw that he'd attached a face pic.  I opened it,
and gasped in amazement, for it was the builder.

I messaged him back straight away, saying that I really liked his profile
and I was up for it, but that I recognised him and he probably would know
me too.  Not necessarily a problem - I'd be discreet if he would ` but it
was up to him whether he wanted to go ahead.  He came straight back saying
he was okay with it and asking for my picture, and I sent it him.  He wrote
back straight away:

- Hey! Yeah I know u - seen u at station.  Ur hot.  Want 2 meet up
sometime'

- I'd love to!  What do you like doing?

- I luv 2 shit my pants n sit in it n wank.  See from your pics u do too!
Luv ur big shits ` wanna watch you do that sometime!

- Cool - can I watch u too'

- Fuck yeah ` and make me sit in it!

- Will you do a good big load for me ` like that one in your picture'

- Always do m8 ` I do really big ones, specially wen ive not been for 3
days ` that ones pretty small!

- You can go 3 days without going for a poo'!

- Yeah I do sumtimes really hurts to hold it but feels gr8 wen it comes
out!!  so big it blocks the toilet sumtimes

- I'd love to see that!

- U will m8 - an smell it!  fuckin stinks!

- Good. I like a boy who does a smelly poo.

We swapped mobile numbers, and, since I was at home more than he was, he
agreed to text when he was free and needed to take a shit.  I didn't see
him at the station again that week ` which was good, as it might have been
a bit awkward ` and I did wonder if he'd bottled out since he didn't get in
touch.  He might even have decided to avoid seeing me at the station, I
suspected.  Of well, if he wanted to be paranoid about it that was his
problem and not mine!

That Saturday afternoon I was a little stoned and slightly horny as I
pottered about the house doing odd jobs here and there.  I'd been a bit
surprised not to need a shit that morning, since I usually have to go first
thing when I've a slight hangover, but by the afternoon the pressure was
starting to build up in my bowels.  I began to contemplate doing it in my
pants and having a wank, which started me wondering what had happened to
Nick.  Then all of a sudden my mobile went off.

- Hi.  U free?  I need 2 shit big time!

My heart pounded.  Here was the perfect opportunity!  I texted straight
back, saying I needed to go too and he should get himself round to my place
quickly.

- On my way m8 10 mins

Good as his word, he turned up ten minutes later.  He looked even cuter
than usual, in jeans and a nice, tight T-shirt.

`Hi mate,' he said as he arrived.

`Hey.  Come in.  How're you doing''

`I'm good man.  Sorry I didn't text you sooner; was real busy and all
that.'

`No worries.'

`Nice place!' he said, looking around.

`Yeah, okay isn't it?'

I ushered him through into the living room.

`Smoke dope, mate?'  I asked,

`Yeah, I do sometimes.'

`Wanna spliff, or ... er, do you need to get on with it'!'

`Spliff'd be nice man.  I'm not too desperate ... yet!'

`When did you last go'' I asked, as I began skinning up.

`Thursday morning.'

`What, so you've not had a shit for two days''

`Yeah.  I've eaten fuckin' loads too.  I started to feel like I needed one
this morning ` It's gonna be huge I think!  `

`Gonna smell good?'

`It's gonna fucking stink mate!'

`Good.'

`You like it, do you ... the smell''

`Yeah.  Why, don't you''

Oh yeah, I do.  I think it's hot.  But ... I'm a bit shy about it, like, my
mates say I do really smelly ones.  I won't go for a shit at their houses
now, `cos I'm a bit embarrassed.'

`They're just taking the piss, aren't they?'  I said.  `Anyhow, I bet they
do smelly ones too.'

`Yeah, my mate Lee, at work, the guy I get the train with, he fucking
stinks out the toilet every time.'

`Ooh, I know who you mean: the tall, dark lad with the shaved head.  I can
imagine him doing that!'

`Yeah, that's him' chuckled Nick.  `He always takes a shit at work; he's in
there ages and when he comes out it really stinks.  It's fucking hot, and
he leaves skids!'

`He'd look really cute sat on the toilet too'' I mused.

`Yeah ... love a guy having a shit on the toilet.'

As I finished rolling the joint I lifted up one cheek and farted.

`Was that you?!'

`Yeah,' I grinned.  `I'm gonna need a shit soon too.  Want me to do it in
my pants for you?'

`Fucking hell, yes!  Is it going to be big, like in your pics?'

`Guess so.  Actually I've got some videos of me shitting and doing it in my
pants, if you wanna see?  Get us in the mood, like?''

`Yeah!  That'd be awesome!  Oh wow, your farts smell so good!  Fucking love
guys farting like that!'

So I put on a couple of videos I'd made, and he sat there and smoked and
watched with a grin as I squatted down naked and dropped a big load onto a
sheet of paper, then as I pooed a pair of grey briefs, sat in it and showed
my messy bottom to the camera.

`Oh my God ... that is so fuckin' horny!'

When he half-stood to pass the joint back to me I saw he had a massive
hard-on.  He looked coyly at me.

`Gonna have to go soon, man.'

`You really need a poo now?'

`Yeah, really fuckin desperate now.'  He wriggled uncomfortably and stroked
his dick through his trousers.  `Jesus, I need a crap so bad!'

`Good.  I like watching you desperate, knowing you're gonna give in and poo
your pants soon.  You got the pants on''

`Yeah.'  His face contorted a bit and he clenched his bum tight.

`Can you hold it a bit longer?  Its hot seeing you squirm like that ... I
just wanna anticipate it a bit longer.'

`Okay, I'll try!' he grunted, but he looked uncertain, and as he squirmed
and sweated and screwed up his pretty face it was clear he wasn't too far
off losing control and doing his big, stinky poo in his pants whether he
liked it or not!



We smoked the rest of the joint, and Nick wriggled more and more
uncomfortably and sighed about how desperate he was; how badly he needed to
take a dump and how massive it would be when he did, and how much it would
smell.  I reached over and started wanking his cock through his jeans.  A
bead of sweat trickled down his face, all screwed up in concentration as he
tried to hold in his load.  Guys desperate to poo are so sexy.  It's such a
helpless, embarrassing position to be in, and seeing Nick struggle was
making me so obviously horny.

`I'm so desperate now man; I gotta shit so bad!'

`Come on, beg me to let you go to the toilet!'

`Please,' he moaned, catching on quickly.  `Please let me go to the
toilet.'

`Nope.'

`But I need a poo man.  I gotta go so bad!'

`Ooh, you're squirming.  You really do need to poo badly, don't you''

`Yes, oh ... yes, I really do.'

`Need a big, stinky dump do you?  You wanna stink out my bathroom ... block
my toilet with your big turds''

`Yeah, I got such a load up my arse, my turds are gonna be massive
... Please let me go to the toilet, or I'm gonna shit myself!'

`No, keep holding it in.'

`But I'll go in my pants man!  It's coming ... I'm nearly
turtle's-heading!'

`Hold it!'

`I can't man; it hurts!'

`Okay then, I'm gonna watch you poo your pants.  Then I'm gonna massage
your bum and make you sit in it.  You're gonna have a real messy, pooey
bottom soon.'

He nodded eagerly, and I stopped trying to sound severe and smiled at him.

`Do it slowly ... let's enjoy it.'

`Yeah, yeah I will ... ooh, fuck.'

He screwed up his face as he clenched his bum tight.

`Come on: let's go.'

I pulled off his T-shirt, and then he stood up unsteadily and started
undoing his jeans.  I quickly stripped to my pants.

`Oh God!' he grunted suddenly as he stepped out of his trousers.  `It's
comin ... gonna poo now!  I can't hold it!'

`Stick your bum out.'

He bent his legs slightly and put his hands on his knees.  He was wearing
tight, white boxer briefs that showed off every curve of his pert little
buttocks, and promised to hold in whatever he produced.  He looked
gorgeous; far too pretty to be the kind of boy who didn't shit for three
days and then did such big turds he blocked the toilet.  And I was gonna
find out what they smelled like any second now'



`Ah-ah,' he sighed.  `I'm going ... shitting myself ... Ooh!'

There was an audible little `click' as his turd pushed open his bumhole,
and then a little dimple emerged between his cheeks which grew quickly into
a thick lump, and carried on getting longer.  Then the smell hit me, thick
and rich and strong.  No wonder he was self-conscious about his smelly
poos, but to me the smell was glorious!

`Oh oh ... uh!'

Over his grunts and sighs I heard the squelching noises as his big, firm
log forced its way out and pushed the back of his pants out into a big
tent.  He wasn't pushing; he just opened up and let it slide out.  Then it
bent downwards, curling back on itself between his cheeks.  The tent below
his bum sagged sideways, collapsing into a rounded, lumpy bulge, and
another little point formed above it as the turd snapped and another firm
end pushed out on top.  As the flow tailed off he squeezed his hole shut,
squishing warm and sticky poo in his crack.  He straightened up, wanking
through his pants.

`Oh God,' he sighed.  `Ooh ... sorry, that stinks!'

`Don't apologise ... its fucking hot ` I like it ` it smells awesome.
That's a nice bulge you've made there; you done''

`Fuck no ... I've only just started!'

`Hold it a second ... let's see what you've done.'

I ran my fingers slowly over his bulge: it was warm and firm and lumpy.  I
pulled out the back of his pants and looked down on the bulky, cracked,
reddish-brown lump he'd done.  There were big smears of it on his cheeks,
in vivid contrast with his pale skin.  The stink came up at me even more
strongly.  I'd never had such a hard-on.

`Ooh ... gotta do more!'

`Carry on pooing now then.'

He bent forward a bit again and grunted, and his bottom heaved a bit as he
pushed his dirty hole open again and did another couple of inches of thick,
solid turd that curled across the top of the rest.  I let his waistband go
and cupped his load in my hand as he pushed and grunted again.  He farted,
all muffled and wet.

`Uh-uh ... oh!  Ah''

`That feel nice'

`Mmm ... oh yeah, s'awesome ... ooh!'

More muffled squelching noises came from his pants and the bulge swelled
out again, pressing harder into my hand.  I gave it a little squeeze, and
from the sound and feel of it I guessed his poo was getting softer.  It was
getting ranker and smellier too.  He looked round and smiled.  His eyes
were half closed and he was breathing hard, sniffing at the stink he'd
made.  His pants had sagged in the middle; they were tight over his upper
bottom, collapsing lower down into a lumpy hillock with brown moisture
starting to soak through.

`More?'

`Yeah.' He bowed his legs out a bit, pushed, and did a little, muffled
fart.  `Oh ... uh ... here it comes.'

I knelt down suddenly and put my face close to his bum, and the bulge
swelled until it nearly touched the end of my nose.  The squelching,
clicking sound was even more erotic this close, the stink was overpowering
and I wanked madly as I sniffed at it.

`Gotta wee man,' he said as he stopped again.

`You finished pooing?'

`Not quite, but I'll wee on the floor if I try and do any more.'

`Wanna go and wee in the toilet?'

`Yeah.'

So we straightened up, and I walked behind him as he waddled slowly down
the hall, with his big lumpy bulge wobbling from side to side and his poo
pushing warmly about on his skin.  He sighed with the sensation and wiggled
his bum harder to feel it more strongly. In the bathroom he whipped out his
dick, still massively erect.

`Piss in the bath man: you'll only miss the toilet.'

So he did, and I sat on the toilet seat next to him so I had a great
close-up view.  He gave a push and a big spurt of piss arced from his dick
and spattered into the bath.  His bottom heaved and he did another muffled
wet fart.

`More?'

`Yeah, some.'

`Come on then, finish your big dirty shit for me now.'

He stuck his bottom out a bit.  His face tensed and he grunted and strained
and farted yet again, and then his bumhole squelched open.  His shit was
soft and rank and smelly as it filled his crack, spread across his bum and
started to tickle the back of his balls.  I couldn't believe how much he
did: it just kept coming, and I wanked and sniffed and stroked his bulge as
it got a little bigger with each squelchy push.  He grunted and piss
squirted from his dick with every one.

`Oh!' he sighed presently.  `Think I've finished, man.'

`Fuck, that's huge!' I said.  And it was.  Had he done it in the toilet it
would have filled the bowl right up, a few thick sturdy logs and a great
mass of soft turds.  I could just imagine them falling into the bowl:
`plop, plop, plop,' until the top of his pile poked out above the water.
As it was they were pressed into a giant lumpy mound against his skin.

`Like that?' he asked softly.

`Fuck yes!'

`Told ya I do big shits, didn't I?'

`Yeah, I can't believe how much you've done! It's so horny watching you poo
yourself like that!'

He grinned, and he wiggled his bottom at me as he wanked slowly.

`What shall I do now then'' he asked, winking.  `Want to see me sit in it''

`In a minute.'

`You got to shit too, yeah?'

`Yup.'  I was starting to get desperate, truth be told.



I reached out and touched his bulge again; fingering it, pressing it
lightly against his skin, then slowly rubbing it about.

`Come on, let's see what you've done.'

So he cupped his hand under his bulge and bent over, and I pulled down the
back of his pants.  It was as if there'd been an explosion from his bottom.
His palm supported a massive block of solid shit, whilst the pants and his
cute little pale cheeks were caked in the mushy mass he'd farted out at the
end.  It was vivid, russet brown.  It stank so much.

`Like that?'

`Oh god yes.'

`And the smell...?'

`Awesome.'

`Really?  You like it?'

`Yes!'

I bent down and took a really good sniff, close-up so I could feel the
warmth of his turds and the stink overpowered me.

`Mmm!'

I pulled his pants back up and took him for a little walk, getting him to
wiggle his dirty little bottom, bend over and squat down a couple of times.
He wanked as he straightened up, breathing hard.

`Feel good, does it?'

`Mmm!  Yes!'

`Want to go and sit in it?  I'd love to see that ... love to watch you
squish it?'

He nodded vigorously, grabbed my hand and led me back to the bathroom.  As
I watched he wanked urgently for a second or two, then bent his knees and
lowered himself slowly onto the toilet lid.  He sighed and paused briefly
as his bulge flattened against the wood, bobbed gently up and down a couple
of times, grunting and wanking ... and then plonked himself firmly down
into his big brown pile.

`Cor!  Oh ... oh!' he whimpered, as his poop spread across his bottom and
squashed up around his balls.  He wriggled and wanked, grunting and
sighing, eyes half closed.

`Mmm!  Mmm!  Oh ... fuck me, that feels good!'

He wriggled and wanked and moaned a bit more.  I touched his arm.

`Show me your messy bottom.'

So he stood up and showed me his soiled pants, cupped his hand underneath
and pulled the back of them down.  He was a gorgeous mess.  The poo was
spread nearly up to his waistband at the back, and lower down his cheeks
were covered in it, and a big lump still nestled between his legs and
pushed up around his balls.  He grinned.

`You like?'

`Aw yeah!  Can I give your cute li'l bum a massage?'

He didn't say anything; just let the back of his pants up again, turned
away and bent over.  Slowly, I began rubbing his messy cheeks, spreading
his poo all over, and he grunted and whimpered and gasped out how good it
felt.  I reached the other hand round in front of him and began stroking
his rock-hard cock, then wanked him a bit harder, making the poo tickle his
balls.

`Oh no, stop it' stop it!  You'll make me cum!'

So I went back to stroking his poopy little bottom, and as I did so I
realised that I too needed to shit now.  It was knocking at the back door;
a big load that I needed to drop quickly.

`Gonna have to poo soon man.'

He started, as if he'd forgotten that I needed one too.

`What, you ... yeah, shit yourself for me now!'

`Sit down again.'

So he did, wriggling a bit in his mess, and I stood in front of him and
pushed my bum towards his face.

`Come on,' he gasped.  `Do your big shit for me, right in my face!'

I was about to do just that whether I wanted to or not!  It was coming down
my chute, forcing my hole open, pushing its warm, slimy way between my
cheeks'

`Aw, I can smell that!' he gasped as I touched cloth.

The smell hit me too as my warm, firm poo started to spread slowly across
my bottom.  It stank, but Nick seemed to like it as he put his face close
to my filling, swelling, squelching pants and sniffed hard.

`Fuck me, that's so fucking ... dirty!'

`Like it?'

`Yeah!!!  You done yet?'

`No ... got more ... here it comes!'

He put his hand on the bulge just as I did another fat turd, then I turned
around and he rubbed my bottom rhythmically as I strained, farted, pissed
in the bath and pushed out some more of my big, stinky hangover poo.  A big
mass of softer, slimier shit forced its lumpy way out of me and spread
warmly between my legs; it began to push up against my balls.  It felt
amazing, and I was so hard I struggled to piss.  Behind me, Nick moaned and
wanked and gasped, whimpering as my flow tailed off again.

`Cor! You must've needed to go so bad!'

`I did!'

`More?'

A bit.'

When I'd finished grunting and straining and wiggling my bum, and pushed
out the very last of my load, he spun me round before I'd had a chance to
tuck my cock back in my trousers, took it in his mouth and began giving me
a blowjob.

`Oh stop that ... don't wanna cum yet!'

So he did, pulling away with one last flick of his tongue around the
swollen head of my cock.  Instead he stood up and kissed me full on the
lips.  We kissed hard.  His hand slipped down my back, over my crack and
down to my load.  He ran his hand across it; cupped it in his palm; pressed
it lightly and warmly against my skin.  I did the same to him, rubbing his
poo about even more.  Then he drew away, turned me round and pulled out the
back of my pants.

`Fuckin' nice big shit!  You've done a right pile!  Smells real nasty too
... like it!'  Then he straightened me up, spun me round and grinned.
`Your turn to sit in it!'



So I did.  Holding his hand as I went, I lowered myself slowly down.  I
paused as the poo touched the toilet lid and pressed harder against my
skin, bounced lightly up and down a few times, anticipating the moment,
shifted forwards a little, and then let go and sat down firmly.

`Oh my God!'

The sensation - the squish around my bum and balls, the warmth, the smell `
was amazing.  It always is, but having him there smiling and holding my
hand, knowing he'd done the same and breathing in his stink as I went,
doubled it.  I pretty much lost control for a few seconds, writhing around
and moaning.

`Feel good yeah?!'

`Amazing!'

`Come on, let's see the damage.'

So I stood up and showed him, pulling my pants down to show him my messy
behind.

`Nice,' he said.  `But I can make it better.  Bend over!'

So I did, and he took his turn to massage my bum and cover it in my poop.
I could only stand, bending over with my hands on my knees, whimpering out
loud as he rubbed the poop out across my cheeks.  He pulled me upright,
spun me around and kissed me again.

`Sit on my knee,' I breathed as we drew apart.

He nodded, and I sat down again, bringing him with me, and he sat facing
away from me and giggled happily as I bounced him on my knee.  Then he
twisted himself round, kissed me again and pulled out his big cock.  His
shit had squashed right up to the base of it, I saw.  So had mine, nearly.

`This is awesome!' he exclaimed.  `It's so fuckin' hot!'

He broke off smiling happily.  Instead we kissed again.  He reached down
and fumbled my cock out, and we began wanking slowly together, wriggling
and squishing around.  His shit was warm and gooey on my knee, and as he
writhed some of it squashed out of his pants and fell to the floor.

`Ooh, oh,' he grunted.  Then, `Oh, I'm gonna cum man ... Oh!'

As he started to come he stood up sharply and shot his big load all over my
face and chest.  He spunked everywhere, grunting and whimpering.  But even
as cum still trickled from his dick I turned him around, bent him over and
hauled down his pants.  They were caked in sticky, stinking shit and his
bottom was absolutely covered.  I shot my spunk all over it.



We were a right mess.  Both of our bottoms were covered in it and so were
my legs, and it took a lot of bog roll and showering to get us clean, but
we managed it in the end.  Then we sat and had another joint.

`We'll have to do this again,' I said cautiously.

`Yeah!  Loads of things I wanna try with you!'

So we agreed to meet sometime soon, and then with a shy kiss he was gone.

******

I hope you enjoyed reading this story.  If you did, let me know.  Who
knows, I might write a part 2: what would you like the cute ginger lad with
the dirty bottom to do next?  Should I put him in a nappy?  Should he squat
over me and do his next big stinking shit on my face?  Should I fuck him up
the arse while he tries to poo?  All ideas welcome!  namabmas@gmail.com