Date: Sun, 7 Oct 2012 20:57:55 +0100
From: namab mas <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: 'Mark' part 4

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 4

For a while after the pants-shitting session Mark felt a bit guilty.  It
had turned him on intensely, but he had a strange feeling he'd gone a bit
too far.  His scat fetish faded a little, and after wondering about it
briefly he concluded it was probably a good thing and tried to avoid
thinking about it.  He took his face pics down from the scat site, partly
out of a slight sense of paranoia about being recognised and partly because
it felt right to do so as his interest in scat cooled.  He went out to a
gay club one night with a couple of girls he knew, and ended up going home
with a trim guy in his mid-20s whom he'd got talking to at the bar.  As he
lay face down on the bed, ass propped up on a couple of pillows with the
guy giving him the rimming of a lifetime, the thought flashed across his
mind of the last time someone had done that to him ... and what he'd done
to Simon afterwards.  He smiled inwardly.  He was still smiling when he got
the bus home the following day, with stubble rash around his lips and a
satisfied, slightly slippery feeling of having been well fucked up his
tight hole.  Proper walk of shame, he thought to himself with another
little grin, liking the feeling of being a normal, vanilla gay boy for a
change.

His good intentions didn't last for very long though.  He had to take a
shit before training a couple of days later.  Ash followed him into the
toilet and occupied the next cubicle.  Mark's dick began to stiffen as he
heard Ash let go a loud fart and a series of sharp plops.  Just for a
moment he could smell it; the same smell that had wafted from Ash's bulging
pants on the coach only a fortnight before.  People were still telling the
tale in the bar, but Ash was taking it in his stride.  He certainly didn't
seem to be ashamed of his shit now, Mark thought, feeling his own sliding
slowly down the chute.  Then his hole puckered open and he treated Ash to
the sound of his hefty turds splashing into the water.  His shit was quite
soft at the moment, by his standards, he reflected: rather than his usual
lumpy logs he was doing all long, smooth sausages that slid fluidly out of
his hole.  His daily shit was over much more quickly.  There was just as
much of it as ever, though, and if anything it stank even more than usual.
The two lads wiped at the same time, flushed and went off to training
together, talking tactics.  Mark's mind was only half on the conversation:
he'd noticed that Ash had stood to wipe his bum, and he was turning the
image over in his mind.

They went to the Students' Union bar after training, and he was half way
down his third pint when Simon texted him.

-Hi Mark, its Simon.  How r u?

-Hey, Im good thanx. U?

-I'm ok thanks -- still lookin 4 work.  U wanna go 2 the toilet again
soon?!

Mark's face reddened a bit, texting a guy about shitting in his mouth
surrounded by all his teammates, but yes, he did want to.

-Hey, yes! Wen u fancy?

-2moro?

He wasn't going to turn that one down.  He made sure he ate a good heavy
meal that evening, so as to have a good shit for Simon the next day.



Less than twenty-four hours later his bowels were full and aching as he sat
and told Simon about Ash's accident.  Simon wasn't into pants-shitting: he
was just a toilet, but he liked the thought of a pretty blonde boy taking a
dump all the same!

`How's yours then?' he asked, grinning.  `Your shit, I mean.'

 `Oh, mine's a bit soft at the moment -- big, smooth logs!'

`Mm, I like the sound of that!  Does it still smell like it did last time?'

`Christ yes ... fucking stinks even worse than usual if anything.'

`Lovely!  You need a shit now?'

Mark nodded, his mind whirling again.  Up until now it had felt like
meeting a mate, but now he was about to feed Simon his shit again, and that
felt unreal even now.  His mouth was dry.  And he needed the toilet so
badly; the pressure in his rectum was getting painful.  They began to
strip.  Simon looked hungrily at his bottom, very obviously seeing the cute
football boy sitting in the rimseat and having a dump already!

`Can I film it?' he asked suddenly.

`Eh?'

`I've got my camera ... I won't film your face ... just the action.'

`Er ... okay then!'

So they did.  Simon went and got a black hood to hide his face, and set up
the camera trained on the rimseat.  Mark watched in a haze of horniness,
heart pounding, desperate to shit.

`Okay?'  Simon's soft, intimate tone was strangely at odds with the
sinister-looking hood.  `Ready to feed me your nasty shit?'

Mark nodded, heart pounding again.

`Let me rim you a bit first...'

`Okay ... don't think I can hold it for long though!'

Simon nodded, turned on the camera and wriggled under the rimseat.  Mark
advanced on him slowly, his swollen cock pulsing with his heartbeat.  Then
he straddled Simon and slowly sat down, lowering his pert bottom down onto
Simon's waiting masked face.  His breath blew hot on Mark's balls.  He
extended his hot, wet tongue and started licking Mark's tight hole, making
the boy gasp and whimper even as he tried to perform silently for the
camera.  Then he took a deep breath, laid his head back, and, very slowly,
opened his mouth.  Mark's toilet was ready.

Mark relaxed, and savoured the sensation as his hefty shit slid slowly down
the chute towards his puckering, opening hole.  Now it was coming out,
thick and smooth, crackling softly as it slid ecstatically from him.  Simon
tapped his ankle, and he squeezed his hole shut, squashing shit in his
crack and pinching the turd off to fall into Simon's waiting mouth.  The
smell rose up around them as he chewed and swallowed, and Mark let go and
pooed again.  Another thick sausage began to curl from his bottom.  This
time he struggled to stop it when Simon tapped.  His shit pushed urgently
at his tight-closed hole as Simon choked and gasped and struggled to eat
what he'd been given.

`Ooh ... I can't hold it,' moaned Mark.

Simon gagged, mumbled something indistinctly through the shit, and then
swallowed mightily.  He gagged again and again, and Mark thought he might
be sick.  He wasn't even touching his dick but Mark suddenly noticed it was
leaking pre-cum.  His own was rock solid too, stopping him doing the piss
he was also desperate for.  Then Simon tapped his ankle again, hesitantly,
and opened his brown mouth again just as the pressure in Mark's back
passage overwhelmed him.

`Uh!' he grunted as his shit surged forward and another big, smooth turd
curled fatly from his bum.  He tried to stop it, but before he managed it
had grown into a long sausage that filled Simon's mouth and curled over his
cheek.  He was struggling to eat it, gasping for air, when Mark's bottom
let go again and he dropped another fat curl, and another, ending in a ripe
wet fart.  Piss was trickling and spurting from his cock, even though it
was so hard it was nearly painful.

`Ooh-oh,' Mark groaned as he struggled to hold back the rest of his load,
and Simon chewed desperately, groaning in unison, retching as each filthy
lump slid down his throat.  Then Mark's bowel lurched again, he farted and
pooed out a smooth stream, filling Simon's mouth and sliding down his
cheeks.  It stank, and it ended with another loud wet fart that blasted
gobbets of soft shit all over Simon's face.

`Oh fuck,' he grunted.

Simon retched again as he ate, but his cock was still trickling pre-cum and
Mark sat and watched and listened to him, stroking his dick, until he gave
a mighty swallow.  He gagged so hard this time that Mark nearly leapt up.
Instead he sighed contentedly, and his breathing started to return to
normal.

`Finished?' he whispered thickly.

`Mm,' Mark grunted, straining.  He blasted yet another fart into Simon's
face, and then slim little sliver slid from his dirty hole.

`I'm done,' he grunted.

He began wiping his bum, and as he did so Simon began to wank, slowly,
whimpering as he did so.  As he speeded up he began to moan aloud, and Mark
spun round, and stuck his dick down towards Simon's shitty mess of a face.
A few tugs at his cock and he came all over it, even as Simon's cum fired
between his legs, the lads' spunk combining in Simon's shitty toilet of a
mouth.



Later that evening he logged onto a scat videos site he and Simon were both
on, and there was the video.  That was fine: he and Simon had watched it
back through after they'd cleaned up, there was nothing in it of his face
and even his voice wasn't very clear, so he'd said it was okay to put it
online.  It could join Simon's other videos -- the one of him fucking his
full arse with a dildo, and the two of him eating slim lads' logs.  Mark
did smile at the subtitle, though:

Mark 21 feeds me. This boy is lovely, and he does the biggest and smelliest
shits I've ever seen.  You need to be a good eater to cope with the amount
his beautiful ass produces!

He found himself grinning helplessly.  Then he noticed he had a message;
more than one, in fact.

-U r fucking hot; wish I cud eat ur big turds sumtime

-Fuck me that was a lot of shit! What do you eat?!

-You have a beautiful ass, and id love to see more of your shit!

And so on.  At least two of them were from lads in the same city as him as
well.  He grinned again, and then started to get horny as he contemplated
all the possibilities opening up before him.  He'd video himself having a
shit, he thought, wanking idly, and put it up online.  The idea of showing
his shit to the world was hot, and he'd love to try feeding someone else.
He kept on thinking about this until, in the end, he got his cock out and
had his second great orgasm of the day!



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