Date: Sat, 6 Sep 2014 13:44:23 +0100
From: namab mass <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: Straight Lad's Shit, Chapter 9

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 9

He did come round one day the next week, when he had a few days' break
between exams.  They were going alright, he said, but he was looking
forward to finishing them and getting his life back.  He was really gassy
that day, and he clenched his bum as we both stripped naked.  I lay down on
the floor and he knelt down with his bottom right in my face and my nose in
his crack.  Momentarily I wanted nothing more than to lick his sweet arse,
and I wondered how he'd react if I started doing just that.  Then his hole
rippled and he blasted a massive fart right in my face.  The smell was
tremendous.  He knelt down further until his hole was touching my nose and
did it again, and yet again.  He began talking; real dirt, telling me how
he needed a shit and he was going to curl it out all over my face; ordering
me to lie still until he'd finished.  All I could do was whimper and
promise to take it all, and sniff deeply as he farted yet again.  Then he
knelt up a bit, and I contemplated his hairy crack and his puckering hole,
and what was about to happen...

`Get ready ... ready for my shit ... oh fucking hell!'

He farted gassily yet again as his turd pushed his hole open, and he held
it there for a space and bid me raise my head so my face was between his
cheeks and sniff his turtle's head as it jutted from him.  It smelled
amazing; all harsh and bitter and really nasty.  Then I lay back down and
watched intently as it began to slide from his hole.  It was thick and
smooth, with lots of tiny cracks; all dull and greasy on its dark surface.
It touched down, hot and heavy, and curled around on my face like a fat,
heavy snake.  The smell overpowered me as it slithered across my nose.  He
sighed as it passed through his pulsing hole.  Then he pinched it off and
the end dropped hard on my skin.  He knelt up a little and looked round.

`That good?  Yeah?  Like me shitting on your face like this, don't you.
You want more?'

I whimpered and held up my thumb, and he knelt back again and pushed out
another fat sausage that curled over my nose and nearly came up to my eyes.
It was hot and heavy and I lay in its heat and stink, and admired its
glistening cracked surface and his dirty puckered hole closing stickily
behind it.

`Oh that's better!' he hissed.  `I needed that.'

I lay there with my mind whirling as he finished, grunting and wanking and
arching his back as he covered my face with more of his turds.  I was his
toilet, and it was wonderful.  As soon as the last little worm slid from
him he turned around, gave a few quick tugs of his cock and fired all over
my face and his shit.

After we'd cleaned up we went to the pub for a bit.  He said fretfully that
he ought to get back and revise because he'd four hours of exams the next
day, but with a couple of pints inside him he relaxed a bit.  He began to
get horny as well as we drank, and an hour or so we headed back to my place
again so he could let out his beer piss.  I knelt in the bath naked as he
pissed on my face, and then he bid me open my mouth so he could fill it,
and the smell and sour taste pounded at my brain like the stink of his
shit.  Despite what he'd done he still gave me a kiss on the lips before he
went for his train.


*****


I saw on Twitter a couple of weeks later that he was celebrating the end of
his exams in fine style, with a house party and a meal and a load of
cocaine.  The following afternoon he came over and gave me his hangover
shit right in the face.  He was sultry and moody and horny, and I fizzed
with excitement as he sat backwards on the toilet with his bum hanging well
over the edge, and I lay underneath and looked up into his hairy crack and
at his pulsing, tense hole.  Slowly, oh so slowly, a brown point nosed its
way through.

`Oh I need a shit,' he breathed.  `Ooh, it's coming now!'

Behind the first few lumpy inches that snapped off and hit my face like a
blow, Connor's shit was lighter than usual; vivid, russet brown.  It was
smooth, too; a thick snake that slid fluidly, lazily from his hole with a
delightful soft crackle.  Its broken end touched down on my face and curled
round, overwhelming me with heat and sliminess and stink, and then it too
dropped onto my waiting face.  Another thick coil curled round to the right
and fell on my waiting skin, and another and another.  He paused with yet
another broken end jutting from his arse, sighing and wanking hard.  He
grunted again and curled out the rest of his turd.

`Oh that's better!  Fucking hell ...' He twisted round and looked down,
wild-eyed and smirking in satisfaction.  `That good?'

I lay and whimpered under the pile, completely overcome.  His shit was
exquisite; the best I'd ever had from him.  I loved its hot slimy warmth;
its weight; the raw, spicy smell.  Even by Connor's standards his shit
smelled lovely that day.  On impulse I reached out and stroked his ankle
and thigh next to me.  He reached down and took my hand, and gripped my
fingers more tightly as he strained.  With my other hand I milked my cock,
so stiff it hurt.

`Go on, wank,' he whispered.  `Make yourself cum.  Fucking spunk all over
yourself as I finish my shit!'

It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had.  It squirted from me like a
pressure hose, firing all over my shitty face and spattering the thin brown
curls as they fell.  I had to clench my teeth to stop myself screaming and
ending up with a mouthful, and when it was done I lay exhausted as he
climbed off the toilet, squatted over me and wanked off all over my face.

`I'll be off home for the summer in a couple of weeks,' he said when he
left.  `Should get over here a couple of times before then, though.  Gonna
have some good hangover shits, and I wanna do `em on your face, not waste
them down the toilet!'




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