Date: Sun, 3 Aug 2014 23:31:18 +0100
From: namab mass <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: straight lad's shit part 3

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 3


Watching Connor shit in the woods was a turning point of sorts, or maybe
having a wank so close together afterwards was.  Before he'd been a bit
diffident about the gay side of it all; always looking away from me while
he wanked as if he didn't want to admit to himself he was getting his rocks
off with another guy.  For my part, I'd been more than happy to watch him
on the shitter, but I'd never have tried to push him to do any more for
fear of scaring him away.  Yet I wanted to, and my fantasies about him grew
wilder.  I came to envy the toilet at his home that received his shit most
days.  I wanted to do that for him; lie under him and have him curl out his
load into my hands or on my cock; or best of all straight in my face.  I
even began to daydream about being his toilet in the truest sense, and
eating his shit.  It was a line I'd never thought I could cross, but I
began to realise that Connor could make me do it if he wanted.  If he were
in one of his horny, dominant moods and wanted me to lie under him, open my
mouth and eat his shit straight from his gorgeous straight-lad's arse, I'd
try.  With him anything might happen!

I realised he was starting to get more comfortable with the whole thing the
very next time I saw him.  He stripped naked at once, his semi bouncing
cutely.  For the first time I saw his upper body, slim and shapely and
wiry, with just the hint of a six pack.  He really was gorgeous.

`I really need to shit,' he breathed.  `Come here.  I wanna do it right in
front of you, really make you smell it.'

He squatted over some toilet paper, inches in front of my face, leaned
forward and supported himself on his hands as he emptied his arse.  I
studied his bumhole intently; the way it puckered and wrinkled and rippled
around the cracked log that slid through it with a little slimy clicking
noise.  He grunted in satisfaction as it left him.  It hung from him,
shaped like a baseball bat, and dropped.  His ringpiece, now sticky and
brown, closed behind it.  He paused for a space, grunting contently.  Then
his hole twitched again, and began to pucker out wide.  Sighing, he curled
out a fat, lumpy log that broke off again and again.  One after another his
fat turds dropped and piled up into a big lumpy mound underneath him;
another healthy lad's dump.

`Ooh, fuck me that stinks,' he breathed.

And it did.  It was foul; fragrant; dizzyingly erotic.  I began to wank
over it as soon as he'd finished, sniffing deeply at the aroma.  This time
he didn't even wipe before he turned round and wanked off over it.

The next time he let me get closer still.  He got down on all fours with
his bottom sticking out: I knelt behind him with my face just inches away,
and I watched and sniffed eagerly at the glistening, smooth brown snake
coiling fatly from his bum.  When he'd finished I held my face close over
his coiled pile as I wanked, feeling its hotness and admiring its size, and
sniffing deeply at the filthily erotic smell.  He watched me coolly as he
wiped.  Seeing me getting off on his shit like that drove him wild and he
advanced on me, fondling his stiff cock.  He knelt over me and wanked
himself off until he came all over my face, and the big pile of lad-shit I
was still admiring.

He was still horny when he left to get his train back, and it must have
stayed on his mind for he texted me only the next day, a picture of him
sitting naked on the toilet at home and a message saying he wished I was
there to watch him.  Then he sent me a picture afterwards, standing over
the toilet, holding the camera high in his right hand as he wanked himself
off over the bowl-full of his turds.  He texted me later, just as I was
about to wank over them:

- Im so fuckin horny.  Keep thinking bout shitting with u.  do u wanna wipe
my ass 4 me next time?

Of course I did.  That night I went to bed fantasising about doing it;
wiping clean his satisfied hole after he'd dropped his load.  Maybe it was
significant that he actually wanted to touch him too; he'd never given any
sign of wanting that before and I hadn't wanted to freak him out by
suggesting it.  I wondered where it might lead, and drifted off to sleep
dreaming sweetly of sucking his meaty cock before he turned around,
squatted over me and gave me his shit.


*****


Two days later he was in my bathroom again, naked and horny.  He'd been out
for beer and a curry the night before and he was desperate.  His eyes met
mine as I put the toilet roll on the floor next to me and knelt down, and
he smiled sexily.  He knelt down in front of me and stuck his bottom out,
inches from my nose.  He farted loudly as his hole puckered open.  Then he
let go.  His shit came in waves, fat greasy curls that oozed thickly from
him and thudded onto the floor as he sighed in relief and his piss squirted
from his dick.  After each he knelt there grunting, his dirty little hole
clicking and squelching as he pushed it in and out.  The stink hit me like
a blow in the face; nastier and more bitter than his usual aroma, and
incredibly dirty.  He farted again, arched his back and let go a stream of
gassy shit that tailed off in yet another wet fart.  A last little brown
worm curled smoothly out and fell onto the great pile below him.

`You done?'

`Nearly.  Fuck, my ass stings a bit.'  He strained hard, and pushed out one
more sliver.  `That's it, I'm done.  Now, you gonna wipe me?  Not had
anyone do that since I was a little kid.'

I couldn't believe what I was doing as I folded a bit of bog roll and began
gently to wipe his bum.  His hole pulsed beneath my fingers.  There was a
great dark stain along the paper when I drew it away.  I folded another bit
and started to rub him gently.

`Oh that feels good!' he gasped.

His hole rippled and puckered beneath my fingers as I rubbed at it.  It
took me a lot of bog roll to get him clean, and he sighed and whimpered
softly as I did it, kneeling over his deposits.  As soon as I'd finished I
knelt down low and started to admire it, congealing and cooling in front of
me, assaulting me with its stink.  Then I felt something unexpected; his
hand on the back of my head, pushing my face closer to his turds.

`You like my shit, don't you?' he hissed.  `Yeah, you really fucking like
it you pervert.  Tell me you do.'

`Yes Connor, I do.  I fucking love your shit.  I ... I wanna be your
toilet!'

`Good, cos I wanna shit on you.  That's me best fantasy that.  I get off at
home thinking about taking a shit on a guy; on you.  Next time I'm gonna
squat over you and have a big smelly shit and you can lie there and take
it.  You wanna do that?'

I nodded, overawed at the prospect of it.  He let go of the back of my
head, and waved his cock in my face.

`Suck my dick, gay boy.  Come on, let's see if you can suck as well as a
bird.  Mmm, yeah, like that ... ooh that's good...'

His cock was meaty, pulsating in my mouth as I sucked on it.  I began to
taste his pre-cum, all hot and acrid around my tongue.  He began to moan
and fuck my face harder, making me gag.  Then suddenly he pulled out and
spurted his cum all over my face.


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