Date: Fri, 7 Sep 2012 22:11:33 +0100
From: namab mas <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: 'Mark' Chapter 1

This is a story involving a young man's solo scat fantasies, progressing on
to light and heavy scat and other sexual activities between young 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.

Mark

Chapter 1

`Ugh, for fuck's sake,' Adam grumbled, not for the first time, as he opened
the bathroom door.  `I wish you'd go for a shit at university.  It's
fucking rank in there.  And I bet you've left fucking skids again as well.'

`I can't help when I need to crap, can I?!' Mark snapped, heading back to
his room.

He felt about half a stone lighter, as he usually did after his daily shit,
but the big logs that had curled from his bottom and splashed into the
toilet really had smelled bad, and he'd left big smears of it on the bottom
of the bowl.  No wonder Adam was screwing up his nose in disgust.



Mark's shit had always stunk.  Even as a baby his nappies had been vile:
his mum told him that when he was twelve, complaining bad-temperedly about
the smell he'd left in the toilet.  It didn't change as he got older
either: no matter what he ate or didn't eat he was often gassy, his shit
was always big and smelly, and sometimes it was absolutely disgusting.  He
went every day, usually in the afternoon.  The urge to take a dump often
came to him quite suddenly, and when it did he had to find a toilet soon.
No sooner did he plonk his arse on the seat than his hole opened and the
brown column started to slide out of him.  His logs were thick and lumpy at
first, and the `plop, plop, plop' as they dropped into the bowl echoed
round the cubicle.  Sometimes he farted loudly as well, usually as he
strained a bit, and the mushier, softer shit started to come out.  By the
time he'd finished the bowl was full up and the last of his turds poked
above the water like an island.  Lads pissing at the urinals on the other
side of the room wrinkled their noses at the smell.  He had to use a lot of
paper to clean his bum.  He wiped sitting, shuffling forward and lifting
his right cheek off the seat, and then reaching round behind to rub gently
at his relieved , sticky hole.  He often left skidmarks: big smears of his
shit across the bottom of the bowl, and just occasionally he actually
blocked the toilet.  Some lads would be embarrassed about moving their
bowels if they did so as nastily as Mark, or they just wouldn't notice or
care.  Not Mark, though: he knew and he liked it, and he liked others doing
it too.

As a small boy Mark had been embarrassed about pooing, especially after the
time he'd dirtied his pants at school.  The smell had given him away, and
he'd never been allowed to forget it.  He got grief for making smells in
the toilet too, and that made him shy about the whole business.  He didn't
like talking about it, hated the sound and smell of someone else doing it,
and he tried to be very private about his own.  When he went to secondary
school he never used the toilets, and always got home desperate.  His
parents were usually both out at work when he got home and there was no-one
in, so he had some privacy.  He was a horny teenager so he often had a wank
when he got in too, and somehow over time he started to associate needing
to poo with being horny.  About the same time he concluded that he was gay.
He'd always fancied boys rather than girls, and now he sat in lesson after
lesson fantasising about other boys in the class; sucking their cocks,
rimming them as they sat on his face, being fucked up his tight bottom.  He
was comfortable with this right from the start: in middle-class Britain
being gay isn't a big deal these days.  He was just impatient to look old
enough to go clubbing and meet guys.  In the end, he was on top on his
first time with another guy, whom he met at a gay bar when he was
seventeen.  There were brown stains on the condom when he pulled his
softening cock out of the moaning blonde boy's hole at the end, but the boy
didn't seem embarrassed and Mark shrugged it off, although when he got
fucked for the first time a few months later he was relieved to find he
didn't cover his boyfriend's cock in his dirty shit. He didn't dwell on the
thought that shit was bad with anal sex even though he was turned on by it
everywhere else: it was just another thing he didn't understand about his
sexuality.  All he knew was that he was always horny, like most lads of his
age, and that the thought of a guy having a shit was a massive turn-on!

Despite his hang-ups about shitting -- or perhaps partly because of them
-- he'd been fantasising about it since he was fourteen, when on a
camping holiday he had come across a lad having a shit in the woods.
Embarrassed, he slunk behind a bush and watched as the bronzed stud dropped
a big pile, a bit disgusted with himself even as he rubbed his hard-on
through his pants.  He replayed the scene in his mind again and again, and
every time he ended up with an erection.  At school afterwards he sometimes
found himself daydreaming not about pushing his cock into the hole of the
pretty lad in front, but watching his shit come out of it.  The mere
thought had his dick standing to attention.  Now he stopped avoiding the
school toilets: instead he liked hearing the sound of other lads shitting,
and the smells and floaters they left behind when they'd finished.  He was
still shy about doing his own, but when he had to he got a sort of kinky
thrill out of the thought that other people could hear him doing it.
Sharing his most private, disgusting act like that felt naughty, like
having a wank in the toilet.  By the time he got to university he'd lost a
lot of his inhibitions; or, perhaps more to the point, he'd bent them into
a powerful and deeply private fetish.

One night when he'd not long been at uni he started fantasising about
letting a guy he was dating watch as he squatted and pooed on the floor.
It was such a hot idea.  Stroking his cock he started browsing scat sites
on the internet.  He knew people were into this sort of thing, of course,
but he was shocked at first about how far some people went, and he was
amazed how intensely it turned him on.  He browsed for ages, stroking his
dick through his trousers, and then when he could wait no longer he
stripped, lay on his bed and had a wank.  He came so hard that his cum
spurted all over his face and almost went in his eyes.  More and more often
after that he wanked with scat fantasies playing through his mind.  He
remembered the smell the hot ginger football player had left in the toilet
earlier in the day, and imagined what he'd done to make it.  He imagined a
straight friend he quietly fancied watching him shit and then having a wank
over his pile.  He imagined kneeling behind the same trim lad, watching
close-up as he farted out his logs.  Over time the fantasies got wilder,
and his own shit started to figure more and more too.  He wanted to show
off his disgusting stinky poo; make another guy suffer it; shit for him;
have him wipe his bottom; make him his toilet; take a dump on his face.

Adam grimaced and went into the toilet for a piss, and Mark went back to
his room turning it all over in his mind.  He still didn't like pooing when
his housemates were about, but making Adam suffer his shitty stink was kind
of erotic too.  Adam would return the favour sometime soon anyway, not
suspecting Mark would enjoy it.  Adam was a cute, straight, sporty lad: the
thought of him having a shit was hot, and he always left a nice aroma
behind in the toilet.  Then there was his other housemate; tall, blonde
Chris.  Mark grinned, remembering the time Chris had found the toilet
broken when he went to flush it after his morning shit, and Mark had been
able to sneak a look at the fat logs in the bowl when he went to see if he
could fix it.  The sight and smell was burned in his mind.  He was horny.
He wanted a wank.  More to the point, he was thinking out what to write in
his profile on the scat dating site he'd just joined.

After he'd lain on his bed for a bit, stroking his hard-on through his
jeans and fantasising, he stripped naked and got his camera out.  He took a
few pictures of himself to put online -- one of his thick cock; another
of his sturdy, round bottom; yet another taken across the room using the
timer of him standing naked with his back to the camera, showing off his
toned, smooth body, and then a similar one from the front.  When he was
happy with the results he went and uploaded them, along with a couple of
face pictures taken by his mates.  He was a good-looking lad; a boyish
twenty-one, with a round, friendly face and ruddy cheeks, bright blue eyes,
and short brown hair already starting to recede a bit round the temples.
He should have taken a picture or two of himself sitting on the toilet, he
reflected, but never mind: he could do that another time.  And he could try
holding the camera behind him to capture his logs coming out.  In the
meantime he'd taken a couple of pictures of his shit in the bowl, which
would have to do.  He couldn't think of much to write, so he just put that
he was a horny student who wanted to experiment, and then, turned on and
wanking through his pants, he added that his shit stank and he wanted to do
it on a horny man's face.  His dick was already starting to leak pre-cum by
the time he'd saved everything, so he walked stiffly to the bed.

`I need a shit, I got to take a big dump,' he moaned silently to a man in
his mind's eye.

`Come on then boy,' the man replied.  `Let's see your shit.'

Mark knelt down, fingering his bottom and imagining it being his man's
tongue, lapping lightly round the hairy hole that held back his turds.  As
he rolled on his back he imagined himself beginning to shit, the man
moaning as he got ready to take it on his chest ... oh fuck, he was going
to cum!  Yes ... yes ...

`Oh!' he grunted aloud, his back arching and his whole body pulsing as his
dick fired hot, sticky cum all over his smooth tummy and chest.

Enjoyed this?  More of Mark's adventures coming soon.

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