Date: Fri, 8 Aug 2014 09:56:45 +0100
From: namab mass <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: straight lad's shit 5

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 5

If Connor really had found getting sucked off by a guy difficult to deal
with, he must have got over it by then, because he clearly had no such
problem with having wanked me off.  The very next day he rang me from work,
talking in an urgent whisper, saying he was on his way to the toilet and
wanted me to listen to him taking a dump.  The door banged, his belt
jingled and he pulled down his pants.  He held the phone close to his bum,
and grunted.

`Plop ... splash-plop.'  He grunted again.  `Plomp ... Plop!  Plop-plop!'

I heard a door open and talking somewhere near him, and the line went dead.
He texted a few seconds later.

- wish u cud smell this lol, it fuckin stinks!!

I wished I could do.  As it was I had a wank over the photo he messaged me
before he wiped his bum.  His shit was back to its normal colour now; thick
dark logs curled fatly around the pan.  He texted again.

- U gonna be in 2moro?  I wanna give u my shit agen!

- Yes, I'm in!  come round and shit on me whenever you like!

- will do m8.  Goin out 4 beer n tea tonight so shd be a big 1!


*****


He had the hangover horn when he turned up early the next afternoon.  He
was red-eyed and a bit moody, and he showed me his bruised knuckles from
the scrap he'd got into with some of his mates later that night.  The
police had showed up and he was lucky not to have been arrested.  He was
sultry and dominant and even a bit aggressive, and that was even more of a
turn-on: more than anything else I just wanted to submit to him and be his
toilet.

`I need a shit,' he said huskily, as we sat smoking.  `You know that moment
when you can feel it all up your arse, and you know you're gonna start
getting desperate soon?  That's me now.  I wanna go to the toilet!'

He paused and looked at me coolly, licking his lips, and I knew what he was
thinking.  My heart pounded.

`Do you, erm ... wanna use the toilet, or...?'

`No.  I want you to be the toilet.  You've said you wanna be, and now I'm
gonna make you do it for real, make you be my toilet and take everything
that comes out, just like the bog at home has to.  Want that?!'

`Oh fucking hell Connor, yes, I want your shit bad.  Fucking squat over me
and do it.'

`Alright.  Where d'you want it?'

`On my chest.  Fucking squat over me and give me it.'

`Good.  Yeah, I'll do that.  I'm gonna shit nice and slow, really make you
feel it and smell it and wank while I do it.  Come on, I gotta go.'

Everything felt unreal as we went through to the bathroom, except the
curves of his bottom as I followed him up the stairs; that gorgeous arse
that was soon going to be letting out his waste all over me.  Once in there
I pushed the mat to one side and placed the toilet roll on the floor next
to us, and we began to strip.  He was rock hard, and his cock bulged out
his boxers and then bounced free as he pulled them down.  Momentarily I
thought back to that girl, squealing and writhing with that hefty shaft
inside her.  Then he stood up straight and motioned me down onto the floor,
to lie underneath him breathing hard and whimpering with desire.  He stood
over me and turned around, leaving me looking up his thighs and bottom and
back.  Then, slowly, he squatted down until his bum hung inches over my
chest, and I really got the toilet's view; right up his hairy arse as he
got ready to drop his load.  His pink, wrinkled hole rippled gently, and I
imagined what it was holding back, and groaned.  I'd never been so hard in
my life.

`Now,' he breathed.  `You ready?  Ready for my shit?'

`Oh fucking hell Connor, yes, I want it so fucking bad!'

`Good, cos it's coming.  I'm gonna shit ... now ... ooh ... oh here it
comes!'

His hole pulsed again and eased open, and he farted.  It echoed in the room
as I felt the puff of gas on my chest, and then I got the smell; Connor's
smell; the rich, spicy reek of his shit, all fresh and overpowering.  Now
his hole was pushing open properly and he was grunting excitedly as his
shit started to slide out.  It was thick and firm and shiny; curling
sinuously round and to the left as it crackled through his arsehole.  It
broke suddenly and fell, and I cried out aloud at how it felt, all hot and
heavy on my chest.  Even as I tried to take in the sensation the next fat
curl dropped from him, and the next and the next.  They dropped onto one
another and curled lazily over, building up into a weighty pile.  I was
beyond anything now, wanking helplessly in the heaviness and overpowering
stink as Connor kept grunting and shitting; using me as his toilet.  He
farted softly through his turd as it dropped another lump on me.  I can't
describe how good it felt; it was some amazing mix of degradation and
honour at doing this for him, and disgust and wonderment at the pile he was
curling out on my skin.  Then the tip of his huge snake slid cleanly out
and his dirty little hole closed behind it.  His cock twitched as if he
were trying to piss, even though he was wanking hard.

`Oh I needed that!'  His voice dropped to a hiss.  `Like that, pervert,
yeah?  Like having me drop my shit all over you?'

`Yes!' I gasped in return.  `It's fucking awesome!  I can't believe how
good this feels.  Got more?!'

`Yeah,' he grunted.  `Loads ... oh!'

His filthy hole squelched open again and he began doing another one,
slimmer and smoother, sliding lithely from his bum until he pinched it off,
leaving me whimpering and wanking, and him grunting as he held it back.
Then he let go again.

`There you are...' he gasped as he pushed out turd after thick turd.
`Yeah, I'm shitting on you ... givin' you my big dirty shit ... can you
smell it ... go on, sniff my shit ... uh, come on, fucking moan ... uh
... tell me you fucking love it, you filthy cunt ... uh ... another one's
coming!'

I begged him for more of it even as he squatted there with yet another
greasy brown tube curling from his farting, crackling, filthy arsehole; I
told him I adored his shit and I loved being his toilet; and I sniffed
eagerly at his exquisite stink and wanked madly.  He took his cock in his
hand and began to do it too, even as he was still grunting and forcing out
the last little morsels in his chute.  In that moment I'd have given
anything to lick his bum clean for him.  Then he stood up convulsively and
turned, grunting that he'd finished.  His eyes widened as he looked on what
he'd done to me, as if he couldn't quite believe it, and he swallowed
almost nervously as he knelt back down, waving his cock over his ecstatic
toilet, and he looked into my eyes.  I wasn't even touching my cock, but
even so I came.  I couldn't stop myself; it just burst from me, and he
squealed aloud as it spurted all over his back and bottom and thighs.  He
gave a few sharp tugs on his cock, and then his head went back and he
roared aloud as he came into my open, waiting mouth.





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