Date: Sun, 28 Oct 2012 09:18:57 +0000
From: namab mas <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: 'Mark' chapter 5

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 5

Mark filmed himself a few days later.  He started to need a shit at uni in
the afternoon, but he held it through his last lecture, enjoying the
pressure building in his bowels.  From the sensation he guessed it was
going to be a pretty solid one too.  By the time he got home he was getting
desperate, and he hurried to set his phone up on the side of the bath,
pointing at the toilet seat.  Then he turned it on, pulled down his pants
hastily and lowered himself down, squatting until his bum was a few inches
above the toilet seat.  He relaxed, and looked down through his legs as the
thick, cracked column slid from him.  Then it snapped suddenly

`Plop!  Plop!' went the lumps as they splashed into the water.

He sat down quickly as he started to piss, not wanting to splash it
everywhere, and clenched his bottom tight until he'd finished.  Then he
lifted his bum up off the seat again and pushed out another thick turd, and
another, and then settled himself back on the seat.  He hadn't quite
finished, but the rest would take a while to work its way down his chute
and he thought that would be boring to watch, so he reached around and
switched the camera off, and then sat and watched the video back as he
pushed and grunted and farted out the rest of his shit.  He photographed it
in the toilet for good measure before he wiped, then went and put it
straight online.  It didn't take long for the comments to start coming in:

-Love your ass and logs

-Bet that tasted great!

He had a wank as he read them, sitting at his computer, liking the thought
that guys were getting off on watching him shit.  He videoed the next day's
dump too, and then at the weekend when he had the house to himself he
squatted over a sheet of paper and put the camera behind him, giving a
really close-up view of his puckering hole and the lumpy column sliding
fluidly out of it.  He got a hard-on just watching it, and all the comments
he got showed he wasn't the only one!



Ever since Simon had put their video online he'd been getting a lot of
messages, and the day after he put the last one of him shitting up he
logged in to find a message from a lad who lived nearby.

-Hey, how are you doing?  Great pics and vids of you pooing – love ur
big turds – would love to watch!  Ben.

He was 22 – a year older than Mark – and very cute, with his smiley
face and fair hair.  Mark guessed he might be a student, which made him a
bit wary.  It was a bit too close to home.  He didn't recognise the face,
but that didn't mean they couldn't have a mutual friend, or some other
connection through the uni, which might make things awkward.  Mark was
comfortable with his fetish – well, not quite comfortable, because it
was something he felt guilty about and ashamed of, but it was also
something he recognised and accepted as part of who he was – but it was
a deep secret and he intended to keep it that way.  He was on the football
team and a regular in the Union bar so people knew his face, and he dreaded
being recognised on the site.  He replied cautiously, asking a bit more
about what the guy was into.  The reply came quickly:

-Hey. Never done scat stuff with anyone before – I'm not into the hard
stuff, but I really get off on the thought of watching a guy poo!

-Cool. Yeah I like bein watched.  Can I watch you too?

-Yeah! That's really hot, having u watch me.

-You do good ones?

-Yeah I do nice logs – well usually.  Is your poo real smelly then?

-Yes, it fucking stinks usually!

-Nice.  Like the smell of hot man poo.  Do u have a face pic?

Mark hesitated.  He still knew nothing about the lad, except his name, and
he wasn't sure whether to trust him.  Then he looked at Ben's profile again
and imagined him having a shit.  His dick sprung to attention.  Fuck it, he
thought: it wasn't him who'd made the approach, and Ben had as much to hide
as he did!

-Yeah here you are

He waited for the reply with some trepidation, but when it came he stopped
worrying.

-Hey!  You're hot.  Id fucking love to watch you poo, and then wank over
the pile.

-Yes! Let's do that.

The lads exchanged mobile numbers and agreed to text when one or other was
free, horny and full, and then Mark waddled stiffly over to his bed,
stripped and lay down for a wank.  He was so horny he squirted all over his
face.



Mark was busy for the next few days and didn't text Ben, but although he
knew Ben might also be busy he was still a bit disappointed that he didn't
hear from him.  He imagined the cute lad pooing in front of him again and
again, and every time his dick stiffened a little in his pants.  He was
turned on by his own shit, he reflected, and he still got off madly on the
thought of being watched, and the memories of feeding Simon, who had
messaged him to say he'd got a new job and wouldn't be about very often for
a while, but now he really wanted to watch someone else.  Then a few days
later he was sitting in the university library, contemplating finishing up
for the day and going home, via the toilet for a nice, leisurely shit, when
his phone vibrated in his pocket.  Pulling it out he saw he had a text, and
his tummy dropped through the floor when he saw it was from Ben.

-Hey, you free?  I need a poo big time!

-Hey!  Yes ... and I need to go too!

-Awesome!  Want to come round now?

Mark needed no second bidding.  He texted back straight away, gathered up
his things and was nearly out of the library by the time Ben texted back
with an address.  Ten minutes later, heart in mouth, he walked slowly up to
the peeling front door of another slightly dilapidated terraced house, and
rang the doorbell.



Ben was gorgeous.  That was the first thing Mark registered.  He was tall
and slim and lithe, and in the flesh his face was even sweeter and his eyes
more piercing than they'd seemed in the pictures.  Mark fancied him at
once.

`Come in,' he smiled, slightly shyly.

They went through to the living room.  Ben got a couple of beers from the
fridge, and they sat and chatted a bit, and Mark's doubts faded as Ben
related how he wasn't a student after all.  He had been, but in a different
city, and he'd moved here a few months earlier when he was offered a job
with a local company.  He was enjoying it, he said, though he didn't know
all that many people here yet.  He asked about Mark: what he did and where
he lived, and they chatted for a bit about their degrees, and life as a
student; getting to know one another; starting to flirt a bit.

Mark realised some time later that nothing had been said about what he'd
come for, almost as if Ben was avoiding the subject.  He was nervous, Mark
realised, and maybe waiting for him to make the running.  He was also
sitting slightly awkwardly, as if he was uncomfortable: desperate to take
that dump, maybe!  Mark decided to move things along a bit.

`So,' he said quietly.  `You like watching a guy shit then?'

Ben turned a bit pale.  His hand was shaking a little.

`Yes,' he said softly.  `Sorry if that's...'

`No worries,' said Mark pleasantly.  `I'm not gonna be shocked, am I?
You've seen what I did last week, feeding that guy!'

He'd given Ben the link to the video not long after they'd first messaged
one another and then immediately regretted it, thinking it might scare him
off.  Thankfully it hadn't.

`Yeah!' said Ben, brightening up suddenly.  `Can't imagine doing that
... what the fuck's it like?!'

`Feels amazing!  I wouldn't...'

`No,' cut in Ben hastily.  `I couldn't eat.  Make me sick!'

`Nah, don't worry.  It's not my thing either.  He fucking loves it though,
and I don't mind.  S'an awesome feeling , shitting in his mouth like that.
Bit weird at first, but you get used to it.'

`He said you do really big nasty ones too...' Ben said shyly, but with the
edges of a cheeky grin playing around his mouth.

`Oh yeah,' grinned Mark.  `My shit's massive, and it fucking stinks!'

`Cool!' laughed Ben, looking hungrily at him.  `Can't wait to see that...'

`You will – soon!  What's yours like?'

`You're gonna find out pretty soon too!'  Ben wriggled a little in his
seat.  `Christ I need a shit bad.  You wanna sit behind and watch, yeah?'

`Yeah ... wanna do the same to me?'

`Fuck yes!  Ooh, I'm gonna fart!'

He'd got over his nerves now, evidently, and there was a bulge in the front
of his jeans as he lifted his bottom off the sofa slightly.  There was a
little hiss of escaping gas from underneath him.  Mark came closer and
sniffed at the pooey, slightly sharp smell that rose up between Ben's legs.
He had half a hard-on himself now.

`Smell that, can you?'

`Oh God, yes, that smells nice!'

`Come on, let's go, else I might shit my pants!'

So they went up to the bathroom.  Ben looked wildly at Mark, and then
before they knew what they were doing the boys were kissing, pulling one
another's t-shirts off, fumbling with their belts.  Mark's thick cock
bounced free as Ben pulled his pants down.



`Mmm!' sighed Ben eagerly.

Then he pulled his pants down and Mark looked in wonderment at his long,
shapely cock.  It was beautiful.  All of a sudden he wanted Ben to fuck
him.  But Ben was sweeping the piled clothes aside with his foot and
squatting down.

`You ready?  I gotta take a shit so bad now!'

Mark dropped to his knees and came close.  Ben's bottom was right in front
of his face, wiry hair fringing his tight hole that was already starting to
pucker, a thick lump starting to nose its way out.  He grunted as he pushed
it further out, cracked and firm, and then it dropped and thudded into the
floor.  His hole closed behind it

`Constipated?'

`Mmm ... a bit,' grunted Ben, starting to push out another turtle's head.
This one grew into a thick, cracked column that slid slowly from his
flaring hole with a soft crackling noise.  Mark pawed at his cock as he
stared at it, taking in every detail; the cracks on its surface; the colour
like milk chocolate; the smell.  A few inches broke off and thudded to the
floor, and then Ben squeezed his hole shut, pinching it off and letting it
drop to the floor.

`Cor...' sighed Mark in a haze of arousal as he contemplated Ben's pulsing
hole, the shit crusted round it clicking and crackling as it puckered in
and out.  The smell was harsh, slightly acrid, strong in his nostrils; not
nearly as strong as his own, but quite strong enough all the same.

`Like that?'

`Fuck yes!'

`Gotta piss ... pass me that glass.'

Mark did so, and Ben held his semi-erect cock down and filled the tumbler
with his yellow piss.  As he did so he pushed, and did a little wet fart.

`Got more shit?' Mark asked as he finished and put the glass to one side.

`Yeah,' grunted Ben.  `Loads.'

He strained a bit, relaxed, then strained again.

`Taking its time...' he said, a little coyly.

`Okay ... take as long as you want,' breathed Mark, near enough in heaven
as he watched Ben heave.  Ben kept on like this for a few minutes, pushing
his hole in and out, the shit round it clicking as he did, the only other
sound the lads' heavy breathing.

`Oh here it comes!' he said suddenly.

He farted again, and then his hole opened and another column began to slide
out.  It kept coming until it touched the floor, getting smoother and
softer and smellier as it came, curling round on top of the other turds
until by the time it tailed off there was a big pile under his bum.
Another few pushes produced a couple of little slim brown worms.

`I've finished.  Wanna wipe my bum?'

Mark needed no second bidding!  Ben knelt in front of him on all fours,
cheeks wide apart, showing off his dirty little hole.  Mark's cock almost
hurt, its swollen purple head pulsing as he gently wiped Ben's dirty bum
for him, dropping the smeared paper into the toilet as he did.  He emptied
the glass into it too.

`Now,' said Ben, turning round as Mark dropped the last, clean piece of
paper into the bowl.  `Your turn!'



Mark was desperate by now.  He turned around and squatted next to Ben's
pile, and Ben got down to watch close up.  No sooner was Mark in position
than his load began to slide down his chute, pushing his hole open and
flowing out, a thick, lumpy column extending from his bum, curling slightly
to the left.  It nearly reached the floor by the time it broke and thudded
heavily to the floor.  The smell hit them at once.

`Cor!  That really does stink!'

He was wanking excitedly as he watched Mark shit.  `Thump!  Thump!' went
Mark's turds as they hit the floor.  Then as his shit paused he too grabbed
the glass and filled it with hot yellow piss, and as he did so he farted
and added another snaky poo to the pile below him.  The smell was near
enough overpowering now: one of Mark's nastiest, but Ben loved it.  He held
his nose close to the action, sniffing eagerly.

`You done?'

`No!'

`Fuck me, how much...'

His voice tailed off as Mark farted yet again, wetly this time, and mushy
shit started to curl from his gaping, filthy hole.  `Thud, thud, splat,'
they went, as they flopped onto the heap under his bottom.  Eventually it
tailed off, leaving him empty and relieved.

`I've finished.  Wanna wipe me?'

`Fuck yes!  Christ that's so ... nasty!  Can't believe how much you've done
... oh fuck, I'm gonna cum soon.'

`Wipe me first ... please!'

`Okay!'

Mark had never had his bum wiped before – not since he was a little kid,
anyway – and he whimpered aloud with the sensation as Ben did it.  He
was wanking too, now.  Then suddenly Ben dropped the last piece of paper
into the toilet, pulled him upright and turned him round.  Now they were
kissing again, passionately, wanking one another hard.

`Oh! Oh god!' cried Ben aloud, cumming, spurting all over Mark's cock and
balls and his own flailing hand, just as Mark gave a sharp cry and did the
same.  They sagged into one another's arms, sweating and cuddling as their
breathing slowly returned to normal.



He got home a couple of hours later.

`You look fucking pleased with yourself,' Adam snorted.  `You been shagging
or something?'

`Yup,' grinned Mark.

It was nearly true.  He and Ben had cleaned up the shit and then had a
shower together.  After that they'd sat down with a beer and talked.  Ben
was lovely.  He was sweet and bright and intelligent, and they'd flirted
and kissed again, and ended up going to bed.  Mark could still taste Ben's
spunk; see his own spattered over his pretty face.  As he was walking home
Ben had texted him:

-Hey Mark thanx 4 a lovely afternoon, really wanna see u again soon Ben xx

They were going for a drink the following evening, and then going out again
on the Saturday night for a proper date together.  It felt wonderful.  Of
course the fact they shared a fetish was good, but there was more to it
than that.  He felt as if something had just clicked; as if they understood
each other immediately; as if he'd been waiting for Ben to walk into his
life.  He went to bed that night a very happy and hopeful young man.


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