Date: Sun, 17 Aug 2014 16:39:42 +0100
From: namab mass <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: Straight Lad's Hit, Chapter 6

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 6


After that he made me his toilet again and again.  It was another line
crossed for him, and he loved it.  He came round only a few days later,
faced my feet and knelt over me doggy-style, leaving me looking up his bum.
He grunted in satisfaction as he unloaded three hefty logs, paused, and
then farted out a pile of mushier shit.  It was a real stinker, and I
gagged when he got me to lift my head and sniff the pile close up.  He had
an hour or so to kill until his train later so we went for a drink in the
pub after we'd cleaned up, and talked in low voices about what we'd done.
Time ran away with us a bit and we were still there after a few pints, when
he admitted he'd been scared by how much it had turned him all on at first.
He still was, he said: maybe that was what made it so exciting, but he
always felt guilty for a bit afterwards.  He felt as if he was addicted, he
confessed, and at some point he'd have to try and give it up.  I didn't
like the sound of that, but then he laughed and that it must be good for
him, since it made him eat healthily so he produced good loads.  Anyway, he
was enjoying it far too much to stop, and whenever he could get away he got
the train over to my place.

`I need a shit,' he'd text me, with a wink.

A few hours later I'd be lying in the bath with him taking down his pants
and sitting over me just as if he were about to use a normal WC and not one
that moaned and wanked and thanked him for his shit.  One time he had
slight diarrhoea, and he ripped down his pants, let fly and covered me in
gooey wet shit; usually he was able to take his time over it, talking dirty
and wanking unhurriedly as his logs dropped slowly onto my chest and the
thick smell rolled over me.  He got off on the filthiness of it, and the
sense of domination over me as he called me a dirty cunt and a pervert and
I lay there begging him for more.  Usually I wiped his bum for him too, and
then it was his turn to moan with pleasure, and build up to the moment when
he could turn around and tug himself beyond the point of no return, until
his thick spunk spattered all over his used toilet.  Once when we went to
the pub together after a session we got horny again talking about what we'd
done, and what we might do the next time, and we ended up going back to
mine again, where I lay in the bath, in the room that still smelled faintly
of his shit, as he stood over me with his cock in his hand, wanking off in
the hot stream of his beer-piss.  He directed it up across my chest and up
onto my face.

`Open your mouth.  I wanna piss in your mouth ... yeah, that's it.  Go on,
swallow it, drink my piss.  Yeah ... oh that's better.  Now, come and suck
me off...'

The time after that he did it on my cock.  The defilement was total and I
was almost on the point of no return even as he sat on the edge of the bath
and readied himself to let go.  His turds were thick and smooth and sinuous
that day; fat, greasy curls that smelled so dirty.  They came in one long
rush, and the sensation of them piling up in my crotch had me crying out
loud and cumming into the hot slimy mess at once.  I sucked him off
greedily before we cleaned up.


*****


One day when I hadn't seen him for a couple of weeks I had to go into town,
and when he texted I agreed to meet him at the station that afternoon to
walk the couple of miles back to mine.  He'd been out for a massive meal
the night before, he said, and now he was sitting on the train, clenched
and full as he tried not to fart in the busy carriage.  I fizzed with
excitement at the thought of him on his way, sitting on that train with the
anticipation and the need to shit building up together.  Then he texted
again.

- im so fuckin horny want 2 take my shit in ur face?

I had to cross my legs at the very thought of Connor squatting across me,
shitting on my face, and I tried hard to think of something else.  He
arrived ten minutes later, looking delightfully straight and normal as he
strolled along the platform, and yet I knew what he'd come for and what was
about to happen!  He saw me and came over, nonchalantly removing his
earphones.

`Hey!'  He held out his hand, smiling.  `How you doing?  You not been
waiting here long, have you?'

`Nah, only a few minutes.  You're ... phew, was that you?!'

`Yeah,' he chuckled.  `Got sick farts today: been holding that in all
fucking journey.'

`I'm not surprised!  You ... you need to go now?'

`Kind of, but I ain't desperate.  But let's go back to yours.'  He dropped
his voice as we set off through the busy station.  `I can't stop thinking
about this; doing it on your face, like, and having you lie there and wank
with your face all covered in my shit.  I ate so fucking much last night,
this is gonna be massive ... oh slow down a bit man, I've got a semi.'

So did I. He stopped and farted a few times as we walked back to mine.  It
was a still day and they hung in the air, and he grinned slyly as I sniffed
eagerly at them.  It struck me that, walking close and smiling and looking
intently at each other like this, we probably looked like a couple on our
way home for a shag.  A woman who walked past two streets away from mine as
he winked, grunted and let go a silent one must have thought so.  Little
did she know!

`Oh I'm startin' to need a shit man,' he breathed. `I gotta go to the
toilet.  And you're gonna be my fucking toilet aren't you, you dirty cunt;
gonna take my shit right in the face!'

`Oh fucking hell Connor, stop it!  I've got such a hard-on!'

We tumbled in through the front door.  Even as I was locking it behind us
he got his cock out and bid me kneel down, kiss and lick it, and then
placed his hand on top of my head and fucked my face until I gagged.  He
pulled out, turned away abruptly, bent and pulled his cheeks apart, and I
leaned in until my nose was between his cheeks to take the fart I knew was
coming.  The hot gas puffed lightly in my face.  He was pretty smelly
today, all earthy and bitter and a bit nasty.  He straightened up again and
regarded me coolly, still sniffing his gas.

`Strip,' he said softly.  `And get ready: I gotta go to the toilet big
time!'

In the bathroom I put my glasses on to keep it out of my eyes and lay naked
on the floor, panting and wanking as he found a comfy position.  He
straddled me and knelt facing my feet, lowered his luscious arse onto my
face and farted yet again, and relaxed a little to let a little turtle's
head peep out.  It was his usual dull, dark brown, glistening greasily on
its surface.  He clenched up again and it receded, leaving behind only that
intoxicating smell behind it.  He got up again and squatted, leaving me
looking right up his arse; his pink wrinkled hole hovering over my nose,
peeping out amid the dark hairs of his wide-spread crack.  He lifted
himself up a little, leg muscles standing out in tension, and pinched his
hole in tighter and grunted.  The moment seemed to last forever; him
squatting over me stroking his dick as I lay there, whimpering in
anticipation.  Then he breathed out, and I knew it was starting.  I clamped
my mouth tight shut.

`Ooh ... oh ... oh here it comes!'

His shit was moving inside him, sliding inexorably down his chute as he
grunted in relief.  His hole began to pucker out, agonisingly slowly.  Then
his first turd was pushing its way out, a solid lumpy column; a thick
finger pointing straight at my waiting face, and all I could do was lie
there as it came closer and closer.  Its knobbly end touched down on my
nose and slid down over my nostrils.  It felt amazing, all hot and firm and
slimy, and the smell roared up my nose and exploded in my brain like a hit
of poppers.  I was in heaven: gorgeous Connor was shitting on my face, and
the sensation was exquisite!  The brown pillar started to break, curling
round and cracking as he did more.  Then it snapped off and fell across my
nose and cheek, as violent as a blow from his fist.  The broken end
sticking from his began to move again, and before I could take it in he was
curling another fat one out across me, overwhelming me with weight and
hotness and stink, and then the final thump as it dropped.  His dirty hole
pinched shut behind it.  Afterwards he looked down between his legs at what
he'd done and grinned in faintly sadistic satisfaction.

`Nice?  Want more?'

I couldn't nod for fear of disturbing the pile.  My mouth was covered in it
and half my nose, and what little air I could breathe brought with it that
wonderful stink.  I held up a thumb and whimpered for more, and he looked
up again, pushed and farted softly.  I tensed up and wanked as his hole
opened again.  This time it came quickly; a smooth sausage that curled
round atop the others before it fell.  Suddenly my nose was blocked, I
couldn't breathe and frantically I jerked my head to the side to try and
get rid of it, just in time to receive another heavy thud right on the
cheek.  Moaning, but clear, I looked back, up his filthy, clenched arse.

`Fucking take my shit,' he hissed.  `Stay still and take it.  You're my
toilet; fucking stay there and let me take a dump.  I gotta finish ... ooh
... oh I'

The last load came in a great brown surge from deep inside him; grunts and
fat slimy clods that rolled down my cheeks and left me fighting for breath
again, and a big wet fart as it tailed off.  Then it was over suddenly and
he looked down again, his eyes wide as if he couldn't quite believe what
he'd done.  His hole pulsed in and out, the shit crusted round it clicking
and crackling.  He stood up unsteadily and turned round.  Then he knelt
over me as I lay, staring up into his face in horrified gratitude at what
he'd just done to me.  His mouth dropped open as he saw it, and he breathed
harder and harder as he wanked.  Then suddenly we both came, and I arched
my back in ecstasy as I blasted cum all over his bare bottom and thighs,
and he spunked massively all over my shitty toilet face.




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