Date: Tue, 26 Aug 2014 20:06:18 +0100
From: namab mass <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: straight lad's shit, chapter 8

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 8


The next day my worst fears were realised.  He texted me the next afternoon
just after he'd been for a shit, with the usual picture.  His turds were
solid and lumpy, jumbled up in the bottom of the toilet bowl.  Then I read
the message and my heart sank.

- gonna take a break 4 a bit cos gettin 2 heavy 4 me, maybe c u agen
sumtime, meantime njoy this pic x

All I could do was text back and say I understood and hoped I'd hear from
him sometime, but as days stretched into weeks I came to think I wouldn't.
Sadly I browsed his Twitter feed every so often, taking some sort of sad
pleasure in his laddish banter, his obsessions with football and betting,
and another photo of him and a girl.  She was lying on her back, legs wide
apart, very obviously squealing aloud as he licked her out, kneeling with
his gorgeous bottom in the air.  He proudly retweeted his housemate's
complaint about being woken up twice that night by the sounds of him giving
her multiple orgasms.  Then one of his mates tweeted a picture of him in a
toilet cubicle, sitting forward with his trousers round his ankles,
shouting up at the camera that had caught him just as he reached around to
wipe his bum.  After that I resolved to try and forget about him.  Then one
day a text arrived, and I grinned helplessly when I saw who it was from.

- hey lng tme no c u ok?  U fancy meetin up sumtime?

Of course I did, and when he rang the doorbell the following afternoon it
was almost as if he'd never been away.  Almost.  He was smiling and cocky,
and so very sexy as we caught up with each other's news over a cup of tea.
I looked him up and down surreptitiously, noting his supple body, his
sweetly inviting lips and the little bulge in the front of his jeans, and I
envied the girl who'd only recently got to kiss him and feel that hefty
cock of his inside her.  Then he leaned sideways and farted sonorously.

`Ooh,' he breathed.  `Smell that.'

All of a sudden I could; fresh and ripe and insistent; the smell of a lad
who needed the toilet.  For all that I remembered it as clear as day, I'd
somehow forgotten just how good Connor's smell was, and my dick sprang to
attention as he turned around and farted again, right in my face.  I'd not
even been sure if he needed a shit or whether he was just coming round for
a chat, and now my heart was pounding with excitement at the thought of him
doing it for me again.

`I ain't been for a shit for two days,' he said huskily.  `I had a fucking
massive dinner last night too, and now ... oh man this is gonna feel good
when I let it out.  Do you want it?'

`God yes!  I've been hoping you'd come and shit for me again ever since
last time!'

`Heh, yeah, thought you would.'  He looked a bit coy.  `I did think about
texting you a few times but I ... well, erm, I felt really bad about what
happened last time.  I know you said it was alright, but I felt dirty
afterwards, really fucking guilty, and every time I went for a shit I
thought about it and ... well, you know I used to get hard taking a shit,
but I didn't after that, and I got really paranoid about other people
knowing I was doing it.  I used to try and hold it until I was at home and
my housemates were all out.  Then I had to go one time at the pub watching
the football and one of my mates photographed me wiping over the bog door,
and I fucking lost it and smacked him one.  I gave him a right black eye.
I got barred from the pub for that.  Fucking idiot, I am sometimes.'

I remembered just in time that he didn't know I knew about his Twitter feed
and couldn't admit to having seen it.

`Anyhow, it's okay again now,' he continued.  `Kind of ... I realised I was
being a twat about it, and that kind of made it alright again.  The next
day I had a wank thinking about being watched on the shitter again, and
then everything was back to normal.  Er ... does that make sense?'

`Kind of.  It's only natural to feel a bit freaked out by it all, I guess.
Anyhow, glad you're feeling better about it again.'

`Yeah, and I've been thinking about shitting for you again; you, watching
me shit.  I wanna go do it in the woods again sometime.'

`Can drive out there now, if you like?  Be cool to watch you squat in the
woods again ... and it's a lovely day.'

He looked uncertain for a moment, and then he nodded and grinned, and we
set off.  He farted as we drove out of town; not one of his stinky ones,
but a nice thick smell that promised a solid, healthy dump.  I got hard
sniffing at it, and he grinned and started telling me how it felt; how the
pressure was building in his bowels and how good it was going to feel when
he let it out.  By the time I parked up in the same spot as last time we
were both horny and wanking through our pants.  In the wood we found
something ideal for our purposes: a small tree that had fallen so that its
trunk was horizontal, a couple of feet off the ground.  He pulled his pants
down and sat on it with his bare bottom hanging well over the other side,
leaning forward to balance himself.  The sunlight through the trees played
across his pale, shapely cheeks and lit up his crack as his hole slowly
edged open.  He grunted and pushed out a long log that looked like a dark,
lumpy baseball bat, and tapered to a point as it slid cleanly from him.  It
hit the ground with a loud thud and bent to a U-shape.  He held his dick
down to piss, even though he was more than half hard, and then he began to
grunt and strain again as another hefty turd slid down his chute.  It was
smoother than the first, glistening where the sun caught it.  Five fat
inches curled slowly from his bum, broke off and dropped to the ground;
then another lump, and another.  `Thud ... thud ... thud.'  The smell rose
up around us.

`Oh wow, your shit's massive today!'

`Yeah ... bet you wish I was doing this on your face ... ooh, here comes
another one!'

He began curling out another one; a glistening brown finger that twisted to
the right and broke off jaggedly a few times.  Then he reached for the
toilet paper.  As he wiped his bum over me I pulled down my pants and moved
in to see his shit close-up.  It lay there in a big pile of curled logs
with jagged broken ends, vivid reddish-brown against the mossy earth.  I
held my nose right over it, felt the hotness and sniffed deeply at the
stink.  Above me, Connor finished cleaning his hole, stood up and regarded
me coolly as I got off on his shit.  He knelt down with me and we began to
wank together over it.  We paused, wild-eyed and breathing hard, and he
reached forward shyly, closed his fingers around my cock and began to wank
me, slowly at first but then harder and faster.  This was so good, getting
one another off like this amid the fresh smell of what he'd just done.

`Oh man I'm gonna cum ... gonna cum ... oh!'

So was I, and both of us shot our loads together, all over the gently
steaming pile of his turds.


*****


For all that Connor seemed to have enjoyed shitting for me again it had
still been a bit awkward, and it still was a few days later when he got me
to give him a blowjob as he had a shit in the toilet.  It was fucking hot,
kneeling with his cock in my mouth, listening intently to the crackle of a
big turd starting to slide from him, with the smell rising between his
legs.

`Plop! ... Plop!  ... Plop!'

I got splashed in the face as his turds hit the water.  He took his time
over his shit, pausing and leaning back to let me suck him better before he
grunted, leaned forward again and began letting another one slide down the
chute.  It smelled wonderful, and when he was done he stood up to show me
his fat logs floating in the water.  Then he sat down again, pulled me back
onto his cock and fucked my face until he came down my throat, before
getting me to wipe his bum for him.  But I only really came to be believe
that things were back to how they'd been a few days after that, when he
came over all horny and hung over. He licked his lips and looked at me with
his old cool dominance, and my heart pounded.

`Get down on the floor.  Yeah, lie on your back, like that.'

He came and knelt over me, unbuckled his belt and bared that gorgeous
bottom of his so I could get my nose right up into his musky crack.  Then
he farted again.  His anal hairs tickled my nose as the gas blasted into my
face.  He did it again, and slowly pushed his hole open until his turtle's
head peeked out, and there I was again, looking at his shit only an inch or
two from my face with the earthy smell assailing my mind like a drug.  It
receded slowly as his hole closed behind it.

`Want my shit again?' he hissed, straightening up to stroke his dick.
`Wanna be my toilet now?'

He didn't need to ask.  We tumbled up to the bathroom, where he waited
outside the door as I stripped naked in a haze of excitement and climbed
into the bath, a toilet just waiting to be used, complete with the paper on
the side above me.  I just wondered which part of me he wanted to use.
Then the door opened slowly.

He looked just like a lad going to the toilet.  There was nothing in his
manner to suggest anything else as he came over, turned and began
unbuckling his belt again.  His jeans dropped round his ankles, he pulled
down his boxers to follow them, and then he sat slowly down with his bottom
hanging over my upper chest.  I looked intently up at his hairy crack and
tight, puckered ringpiece and couldn't stop myself wanking, mad with
anticipation as he made me wait for it.  Suddenly he drew breath, and I
knew it was about to start.  He grunted softly, and then his hole pulsed
and began to push open, and once again his turtle's head peeped out,
receded and then came again.  It pushed his hole out wide as it lengthened
from a little spike to a solid turd, sliding slowly out of him as he
grunted and gave little pushes to help it on its way.  It was thick and
smooth and dark brown, glistening on its cracked surface with the slime
that crackled and hissed as it passed through his hole.  He paused a second
or two.  l looked up the brown column as it hung stiffly from his bum.  I
could sense the hotness and weight, and the smell drove me wild.  It began
to pull apart, slowly at first but then more quickly, and it swung to the
right and dropped.

`Oh my God!'  I gasped as it landed, all hot and heavy.  `Oh fuck that's
good.  `Do another one Connor; give me all your shit!'

In answer he gave another grunt, and the broken jagged end jutting from his
hole began to slide out, curling slightly to the left as it grew into
another thick log.  Whimpering, I watched it taper off to a point that slid
cleanly out of him.  The thud as it fell drew another gasp from me, and he
twisted round to look down, and grinned in satisfaction at the sight of his
fat logs curled round just below my neck.  I lifted my head so I could
sniff them from close quarters, inhaling his shit-stink like poppers as I
wanked.  He began to piss despite his hard-on.  It streamed down the side
of the bath and gathered warmly around me.

`Want more?' he breathed. `I got another one coming...'

His hole was brown, crusted with sticky shit that clicked and crackled as
it pushed open.  Sighing with pleasure he pushed out another one, another
thick glistening log that slid cleanly out of him and dropped.  It thudded
onto the pile and topped over onto my neck.  His dirty little hole pinched
shut again behind it.  I thought it'd slide off, but it didn't: it stayed
there, hot and slimy and heavy.  Was that it?  Had he finished?
Incredibly, he hadn't.  He grunted and strained one more time and pushed
out yet another log, slimmer and smoother now.  Three times it broke off,
and its curls joined the huge pile on me.  Then, with one last grunt, it
was over.  He jumped up, not even waiting to wipe his bum, turned around
and began wanking hard.

`Oh fuck me that's hot ... look at you covered in my shit ... oh ... oh
fucking hell ... Jesus!'

He came explosively, all over my face.

`See you again,' he smiled as he left.  `Might be a while, though, `cos
I've got my exams coming up and I've shitloads to do.  I've done fuck all
this year except get pissed and play football!'





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