Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2014 22:42:07 +0100
From: namab mass <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: Straight Lad's Shit Chapter 10

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 10

A mouthful of Connor's shit.  That image returned later the same night, and
I couldn't shake it; couldn't stop thinking about it.  Over and over again
the scene played itself out in my mind: Connor squatting across me, filling
my mouth with his shit.  I'd fantasised vaguely about eating from him
before but I'd never seriously thought about it, but now a line had been
crossed and I wanted to do it for real.  Time and again I imagined how his
shit would feel and taste in my mouth; wondered whether I could swallow it
or whether it'd just make me throw up at once.  I was frightened at the
prospect, but obsessed with it, and I began to think through how to bring
the subject up with him.  Would he do it?  He dumped his loads on my face
and had me drink his piss readily enough, but was this going to be too much
for him – and for me?  There was only one way to find out...

It didn't happen when he next came round, though.  He texted mid-morning,
asking if I was in because he was starting to need a shit.  As I waited for
him I imagined being his toilet again and again, and tried to psych myself
up to say something to him.  I think I really might have done it, if he
hadn't been so desperate when he arrived.  He was squirming visibly as he
stood on the doorstep.

`Oh man you best be ready for this,' he gabbled as he peeled off his
jacket.  `I got to shit so bad; can't hold it in much longer!'

We stripped naked there and then.  His big cock bounced free from his pants
as he ripped them down, and I saw how hard he was even though he was
clenching his bum tight.  He looked so fucking hot, all turned on and
holding in his shit; as desperate to go to the toilet as I was to be it!
The thought of eating what he was holding in flashed through my mind again
as we scuttled to the bathroom, but I never had time to mention it.

`Oh shit!' he gasped as we got in through the door.  `Get down, quick!'

In the split-second before I closed my eyes I saw his hole opening even as
he began to squat, and then the first hefty turd hit me like a blow in the
face.  His shit was hot and slimy and glutinous.  Lump after ragged lump
hit me, piling up on my face and rolling down my cheeks and chin.  I was
covered in it; his shit; his filthy hangover dump.  And it stank: it
absolutely stank.

`Oh fuckin' hell,' he gasped as the flow tailed off.  `Fuck me I needed
that.'

I was still trying to take in what had happened; as dazed and shocked as if
he'd punched me.  I could barely breathe, and my face was covered in it.
The thought of eating it came back to me, and in a lucid moment I was glad
I'd not had chance to raise it; the thought of eating this mess was
... Then he farted wetly on me and I realised it wasn't over.  I'd barely
time to catch my breath before he blasted me in the face with another surge
of mushy turds.  Then my nose was blocked, and I had to roll over and shake
the mess away.  He got up and stood over me as I whimpered and wanked in
his shit.

`Yeah, that's right, wank off.  Look at you, getting off on my shit ... so
fucking dirty you are... oh I'm gonna cum now; give you my spunk just like
my shit ... oh fuckin' hell!'

Cleaning up from that took a long time.  By the time we'd finished he'd
just missed a train so we went to the pub to while away the couple of hours
until the next one, and it was there that I finally admitted to him what
I'd been thinking.  His eyes lit up.

`You actually wanna try and eat my shit?!  Bet you can't.  No way will you
be able to do that.'

`No, probably not.  Not ... well, not until I've had some practice, but I
wanna try.  Will you, er...?'

`Sure,' he grinned.  `I mean, it's pretty heavy but so's what we just did.
Yeah, I'll do it.  I like having you as my toilet, drinking my piss and
shitting on you and ... yeah, s'only right you should eat my shit.  I'll
squat over you and do it right in your fucking mouth!'

`Best, erm ... best work up to that, if you see what I mean.  Might be a
bit too much for a first go.  Next time ... well, I just wanna taste it and
see if I can.'

`Yeah, sure.  Jesus, I'm fuckin hard thinking about this.  Let's do it.
You free Thursday?

I was, and that afternoon found me pacing up and down at home in
anticipation.  He was on his way over, and he'd promised me that he could
feel a big, solid shit coming on.  I hoped it was like the one he'd done
and sent me a photograph of the day before; a toilet-full of thick, curled
logs.  He showed up in his football kit; those shorts that showed off his
shapely legs and gorgeous bottom, and that lovely, wiry body of his.
Clocking my admiring glances he dropped his shorts at once and motioned me
over, to kneel in front of him, and to suck and lick at his cock until it
was rock hard.

`I gotta fart,' he breathed.  `Smell this!'

He turned around and did it right in my face, and I whimpered as the smell
hit me.  It was one of his nicest; rich and spicy and not too overpowering.
My heart pounded as I contemplated what was shortly to come from the same
place, and what we were going to do with it.  He turned around and I
gratefully went back to his cock, grunting in satisfaction as I kissed and
licked at it.

`You wanna eat my shit, don't you,' he said softly, with just a hint of
menace.  `Yeah, you do.  Look at you, sniffing at it.  Wanna lick my arse?'

`Eh?!'  I was shocked.  Never in my wildest dreams had it occurred to me he
might want that doing.

`You heard,' he said coolly, turned away and spread his cheeks.  `Lick my
arse.  Go on, it's clean.  I had a shower before I came over.'

I nuzzled in between his cheeks, put out my tongue and began to rim him.
His hole puckered and pulsed under my tongue, and he bent forward to spread
his cheeks further, sighed and whispered how good it felt.  Then he leaned
forward away from me and farted again, and once more the smell overwhelmed
me.  Here I was with his sweet arse in my face, just when he needed a shit.
It was amazing!  I went back to licking his tight little hole.

`Ooh ... that feels nice ... oh, listen up, I gotta shit, and you're gonna
taste it, aren't you?  You're gonna lick my turd and tell me what it tastes
like.'

I nodded and grunted into his sweet ass.

`Come on, I got to take a big dirty shit now.'

In the bathroom he knelt over a sheet of plastic, on all fours with his bum
sticking out so I could kneel behind him with my nose nearly in his crack
as he let go.  His hole slowly puckered open, and he grunted as his turd
began to slide out; all thick and cracked and solid, until he paused with
six fat inches hanging from his bottom.  It was beautiful, and it smelled
so fucking good!  I got my nose right in to sniff it and feel its hotness
before it broke and thudded to the ground.  He grunted and pushed out
another few fat inches, and then another.  His dirty hole closed behind the
last one and he knelt there, grunting and straining periodically as the
rest of his load slid down the chute and the smell of what he'd already
done hung all around us.  Then he gave another grunting heave and a dark
cracked finger emerged from his bum, swung to the left and dropped.  Behind
it came even more; a curling turd that grew smoother and softer as it
slithered from him.  It just kept on coming, curling almost to the floor
one second then falling in a series of lumps the next, and tailing off in a
little fart and a gasp of satisfaction. He'd finished.

The pile under his bum was beautiful; glistening curls covering the fat
logs he'd pushed out at the start.  It was one of his very best: perfect
straight-lad shit; delectable, delicious ... Before I knew what I was doing
I had my face nearly in it, feeling the heat and inhaling the smell,
drinking in the sheer filthiness of his excrement.  I was mesmerised by it;
fixated; all I wanted to do was ...

`Lick it.  Taste my shit.'

He wanked over me as, oh so slowly, I bent again until my lips were almost
touching it and the awesome smell overpowered me again.  I hesitated one
last second, and then opened my mouth and went down.  It was as if my head
exploded as I began licking at his shit; all the old sensations seemed to
redouble, but all were swept aside by the taste.  At first I got nothing;
it was just bland.  Then it hit me; bitter and acrid, it was unspeakably
horrible, but unbelievably good.  All of a sudden I was coming.  I couldn't
stop myself, and it was so intense I cried out into his shit as I spunked
all over the floor.  He pulled me upright and looked down on me, his face a
marvellous mixture of contempt and amazement.  Then suddenly his eyes
widened and he too came without warning, all over my face and into my
shitty mouth.



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