Date: Sat, 11 Apr 2015 19:08:50 +0100
From: Paul Waterman <storyteller69@btinternet.com>
Subject: Watersport 4

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Where were we ... ah, yes, in my shower playroom and Lee needs a shit ....

"When did you last shit?" I asked.

"A couple of days ago.  I've been needing to go all day, so there'll be
quite a lot."

"Good.  Let's get started.  I don't want to try anything too extreme this
time, let's just find out what you feel like once we start.  What have you
done with shit before - I think you said you'd just shat into your hand?"

"Yeah.  I had a big bit that filled my hand and the smell was great.  But I
was at home and my mum was in so I had to get rid of it into the bog before
the stink got too much.  That was a few weeks ago and I got so hard
thinking about it after that I went on line and discovered shitboi.com -
you know the rest."

"Yes, we were lucky that I saw your post before the under-age watchers
found you out and stopped your post."

I knelt down and removed his piss-soaked jeans.  His pants were well
tented.  I gently lifted them over his cock.  It was wet with piss and a
beautiful clear drop of precum filled the gap of the foreskin.  I licked it
off.  He shuddered.

"God, that's so hot," he murmured.

"Let a bit more piss out," I said, and I opened my mouth to drink his next
spurt.

Soon we were both wearing only our briefs.  I stood behind him and bent him
over to see his hole.  I felt his perineum and sure enough I could feel his
rectum was full of shit.

"Ready to let it go?"

"Yes.  Where do you want it?"

"I'll loosen your briefs and you just push hard. I'll have my hand
underneath. The quicker the better, OK?"

"OK ... here it comes," he gasped and immediately his hole opened, his
arse-lips pushed out and a 5 inch log of hot stinking boy-shit plopped into
his briefs. I felt the heat of his shit through the thin cotton. A second
log followed, than a couple of small bits, and he sighed "finished".

"I'm going to pull your briefs up and squish the shit, OK?"  He nodded,
"yeah, sounds hot, this is really making me hard."

With one hand on the elastic and the other underneath, cupping his load, I
pulled up his briefs until they were as high as I could pull them.  I
squished the turds into his arse and round under his balls.  "Put your
hands in," I told him, "and mash the shit into your stuff."

His hands dove in and soon he was thrashing both all round his cock, his
balls, and reaching behind him and up over his belly.

"I'm going in too," I said, and stuck a finger into his shit-lubed hole.
He cried, "aaaah!".  "Did that hurt?"  "God no, it was great.  Can you get
another one in?", and a second finger was up there at once.  With two
fingers up I could rub his prostate from both sides and ...

"Oh Christ, I'm cumming," he yelled.

"Good, enjoy it."

His teen spunk flew out of his shitty cock - four good ropes and a couple
of dribbles.  The white of his juice made a nice contrast with the brown on
his belly.  A few seconds later his cock, still fully hard, unleashed a
torrent of piss.  "Stop!" I said, "keep that in."

With difficulty he stopped the flow.  "Why,?" he asked.  "Because it will
be more fun later if you're still bursting to go."

Without warning I faced him and, pointing my cock at a spot between his
nipples, began to piss on him.  I directed the flow across his chest, then
down over his belly and, pulling his briefs open, down into the wet shitty,
pissy and cummy mess that was in there.  I stopped when I still had plenty
left.

I knelt down and with both hands mashed the contents until it was a brown
soup.  It splashed everywhere - on the walls, down our legs, on our bodies.
His eyes were closed, his breating was heavy and his face was wreathed in
smiles.  My little kinky friend was in shit heaven.

"I want your cock in me," he said.

"Where?  In your mouth or up your arse?"

"Up my arse this time - you won't need any lube!"

I laid him on his back on a piece of foam (kept handy just in case!) and
knelt at his arse.  I lifted his legs over my shoulders and rubbed my
thumbs round his arse-lips.  They were still engorged from his cum and it
was easy to thrust my cock into him.

"Been fucked before?" I grunted.

"Not properly, but this is much better.  Stick it all in - it's not sore."

And so I did, filling his filthy arse with my cock and feeling my pubes
brushing against his shitty buns.  By this time we were both disgustingly -
excitingly, lustily, thrustingly - filthy.

As I fucked him rhythmically I could feel my cock reaching in towards his
bladder.  "Piss when I push in," I said, and was soon feeling his warmth
gushing up onto our bellies with each thrust.

"I need to shit some more," he said suddenly.  "Go on then, push as I push
in."

And the next thrust was into a hot squishy turd.  This was a new experience
for me and the extra thrill took me right to the edge.

"I'm gonna cum!"

"Pull out and do it on me!"

My orgasm was huge and my cum made five ropes from his cock to his face.
Two crossed his lips and his tongue soon had the drops in his mouth.

"Hiss me," he commended, and my body rested on his - shit, piss and cum
everywhere - as I tasted him, and his boy-essence as well as my own
familiar cum.

We rested.

We both pissed as we felt like it.

We cuddled.

We stank.