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A Few Days With Niall
Part Two
We lay in bed for a bit in the morning, teasing and wanking one another's morning hard-ons, before we got up and had some breakfast and a pot of coffee. When he nipped out for a piss I realised how much I was enjoying having him around. He was such good company; bright and funny, and so beautiful as well. I had to get some work done that day and he wanted to go out exploring the city a bit, since he'd never been there before, so he was going out after breakfast and we were planning to meet in a pub late that afternoon and come back to my place for dinner. First, though, we were going to have some fun together, and his eyes lit up when I poured myself another coffee and told him quietly that I needed a shit. He'd never seen a guy do it before and his dick sprang to attention in his pants at once. He half-expected to need one himself, he mused, since drinking quite often made him go first thing and coffee could bring it on to, but to his surprise the urge didn't come to him. Instead he wanked through his pants and talked dirty to me as I got steadily more uncomfortable.
In the bathroom we stripped naked again. Just as I'd done the day before he knelt down by a flattened carrier bag with his raging hard-on in his hand, and watched as I squatted down in front of him. By then I was desperate for a dump, and I couldn't stop myself letting go at once. My shit was usually a bit looser than his seemed to be, and I grunted with relief as I dropped a big smooth turd that crackled out of my arse and hit the floor with a series of rustling thuds. Behind me I heard him wank harder.
Wow!' he breathed. Ooh, Mike, that stinks!'
`Okay?'
`Yes! It's tidy. So hot! Feel like I'm gonna cum any second! Ooh ... are you doing more?!'
I nodded and pushed, and deposited a load of mushier turds onto my pile. Behind me I him draw breath sharply and he stopped wanking. When I looked round his face was contorted and cum was dripping from his dick. No sooner had I finished and turned round than he couldn't hold off any longer, and he leaned forward and came all over my shit.
I met him late that afternoon. He'd been back to his hotel after he left mine, changed his clothes and treated himself to a session in the gym, and then taken himself off to explore town. He was quite a keen photographer, and as we sat having a coffee at a cafe in town he showed me some of the pictures he'd taken. I particularly liked the one he'd taken of the square outside the cathedral, with families and workers sitting on the grass enjoying the sunshine.
I took that while I was having lunch,' he said. That veggie place by the cathedral. You know it? Does really good food, doesn't it! I had the soup. Lots of veg and lentils, and you know what that means!'
`Ha, yes. And you've still not been?'
No.' He shook his head. I would've rang you if I'd needed to. Like we said, no pooing in the toilet all week! But I do need it now, though.'
I looked around us, but there was no-one within earshot. He took a sip of his coffee and leaned a little closer across the table.
`You mean, you need a shit?'
Yep. Just started feeling it an hour ago. It's one of them that comes on nice and slow.' He broke off and glanced around us as well, and then looked back to me under his eyebrows. Love it when I need a poo like this, when I can keep it in and look forward to going to the toilet; or doing it somewhere else, maybe...'
`Heh, like in your pants...?'
He put his coffee cup down and winked.
`So, when we get back to mine ... You wanna do it?'
Yes. Oh yes, I do.' He looked all serious for a moment. I really wanna do it!'
`So ... what we were talking about last night. You gonna sit in it for me?'
`Yes, that too. Well, so long as you don't mind me making a mess!'
He wasn't desperate, so we finished our coffees slowly, talking dirty in low voices and nursing semis in our pants, and set off back across town. I needed a couple of things from the shops so we ambled slowly through the city centre, him still looking around him curiously and taking the odd photo. I noticed a few girls and at least one lad check him out as we went. I didn't blame them, and it was mad to think that we were on our way back to my place to do something they'd probably never even thought of! He tucked his phone in his pocket and came a bit closer.
It's proper starting to come on' he hissed. That coffee I think. Shall we get back to yours?'
The bus ride seemed to pass in a haze. All I could think about was Niall, sitting next to me and trying not to show his discomfort as the bus crawled through town, wincing whenever we went over a bump. A couple of times he looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I could see he still had a semi, and it got more prominent as we got nearer to my place. He held his bag in front of it when I rang the bell and we moved to the front of the bus to get off.
Mate, I'm gettin' desperate,' he said urgently as soon as we stepped onto the pavement. Come on!'
We scuttled back to my place. My heart was thumping and every time I looked at this gorgeous lad, hastening along next to me, clenching his bum and wincing as he fought down the urge to do his business, my dick tingled in my pants.
`Can you hold it for a bit?' I asked him as I closed the front door of then flat behind us.
`Yeah, a bit, but not that long I don't think. Hang on, let me put those pants on, so I don't skidmark these ones. Might be touching cloth soon!'
Okay.' A thought came to me. Got your kit with you?'
My footy kit? Yeah I have!' His eyes lit up. You want me to wear my kit?! Yes, I'll get it!'
I stood by and wanked as he got changed in front of me, flashing his big cock and then his pert young arse as he put his trunks on; tight white ones that hugged his cheeks. Quickly he pulled on his socks, shorts and club top. They emphasised his boyish beauty, and his shorts failed to disguise his massive erection. He glanced down at it and then back to me, fondled his crotch and grinned cutely, squirming a little and shuffling his feet.
Bustin',' he grinned. Like, really, properly bustin' now!'
`Ooh, good! I like seeing you desperate! Now, come and have a walk...'
I took him off for a walk around the flat, admiring his body in his kit and how gracefully he moved, and how his shorts showed off the tautness of his bottom. Perhaps that was partly because he was desperate and clenching his hole tight. He got me to strip naked, and stood by stiffly, shuffling his feet again, whilst I pulled my clothes off. When I turned towards him he raised an eyebrow at my hard-on, reached out and tickled my purple end with his fingers.
I'm loving doing this,' he said quietly, his sing-song accent very pronounced. With you, I mean. So glad we got to meet up in the end!'
`Me too. I'm so pleased you came.'
He cracked that same ecstatic smile I'd seen the day before, and came a little closer. For a moment I thought he was about to kiss me, but then all of a sudden his expression stiffened and he squirmed again.
Ooh!' he sighed, screwing his face up, Oh God I really need a poo!'
`Okay. You gonna do it now? Come with me.'
I took him back through to the living room. His dick was bulging his crotch out again, and I could just imagine it trying to burst out of those tight pants he was wearing. His face was pale and serious, he was breathing hard, and when we got into the room and I sat down and motioned him to come and stand in front of me he let out a soft whimper or two, like he only ever did when he was madly turned on.
Take down your shorts,' I told him. I wanna see you poo yourself.'
He whimpered again as his hands went to his waistband, and then he pulled his shorts down and let them drop round his ankles. His top rode up a little and slid back over the tent his cock had made in his pants, and then he turned away from me, hitching it up at the back. He looked helpless, standing there with his shorts down over his feet and his bottom peeping out from under his football top, squirming as he tried to control his bowels, and that just made him even hornier. His breathing grew heavy again, and he massaged his cock through his pants. Then he turned away further, spread his legs a little and stuck his bottom out.
A squeak and a hiss emanated from between his cheeks, and he did a big crackling log. It forced his pants downwards, bent and pushed the back of his trunks out in a vertical ridge. He bent forward further, gasping as he dumped uncontrollably, and the ridge swelled out at the sides and dissolved into a lumpy ball. His smell rolled out from him, and I wanked excitedly as the coarse fog thickened round us. In front of me he bent his legs a bit more and put his hands down on his knees, grunted softly and pushed another firm turd into the dense brown mass on his bottom. As it ended he strained again and did a juicy fart.
`Heh! You never fart normally,' I chuckled.
Ha ha, no,' he giggled. That's your chilli that is! It's given me such a big poo as well. Still feel like I need to go!'
`You got more?'
Yeah. Loads I think.' He straightened up a bit, wanking through his pants. Phew, it stinks!'
Mmm, yeah it does!' I sniffed at it eagerly. God you smell so nice! Can I see it?'
He shook his head. `Another one's coming ... ooh!'
He bent forward and put his hands back on his knees, parted his legs and grunted loudly. The bulge in his seat swelled up and spread out with another loud crackle.
Oh!' he gasped. Unf ... oh!'
He arched his back and strained again, and I heard him doing more. The spacious room smelled like a toilet now, with him standing in the middle of it still pushing out shit that squelched and squeaked as it piled up on his bottom. Once more he stood up straight, breathing hoarsely, and pawed at his cock. He looked round and met my eyes, smiling contentedly with his eyes half-closed.
`Feel good, yeah?' I grinned at him.
`Oh yes! Feels bloody amazing!'
`Good. Can I see it now?'
I took him over under the light to get a better look. Quickly he peeled his top off over his head and threw it to one side, lifted his legs and yanked his socks off, grunting loudly as it pushed his shit against his bottom. Then he bent over in front of me and let me pull his waistband back so I could look down into his pants. He hadn't done a huge one by his standards, but even so he had a big block of it nestling against his bottom, all lumpy and solid underneath but smooth on top where his shit had got softer. It was his usual chocolatey dark brown colour, and I could see lumps of sweetcorn from the chilli in it. His hot vapour trail came up at me more strongly. Then he tensed up a little.
`Ooh! I'm gonna do some more!'
Are you?!' I pulled his waistband out a bit further. Do it now. Finish your big smelly poo for me.'
He put his hands on his knees and bowed his legs, his bottom heaved slightly as he started to push, and then he moaned out loud as his bowels emptied. He filled his pants with a big brown mudslide that squashed outwards across his cheeks and up towards me with a filthy sound. His smell seemed to hit me all over again, think and rank and amazingly dirty.
Oh!' he gasped. Oh! Unf! Ooh...'
He straightened up again then, and I let his waistband go and stepped back to admire him, with his big shit like a lumpy ball on his bottom. He wiggled it sexily, looked round with that delightfully naughty look he put on when he'd just had a big accident, and reached around to feel what he'd done.
`Mmm, Niall! God you smell so nice. Want some poppers?'
Yes please!' he smiled. Love having poppers before I sit in my poo!'
`Ooh, you're not gonna sit in it yet! There you are...'
I handed him the bottle, and as he sniffed at it I stepped up behind him and cupped his load in my hand. It was lumpy and firm, and I could its warmth and clamminess through his pants. He let out a little whimper as I pressed it lightly to his skin and pushed it from side to side.
`Mmm! Like that, don't you! Bend over. Yeah, right down. Touch the floor.'
He whimpered again as he bent down, tightening his pants and pressing his shit against him more firmly. The bulge showed more prominently than ever. He moaned as I began to touch it and press it and push it gently about again, slowly spreading it right across his bottom. His breathing became hoarse and his moans grew louder, and then he begged me to stop before I made him cum. When he straightened up again the front of his pants was soaked and sticky. He stood and composed himself for a moment, swaying his hips a bit so his mess moved about, tickling him just behind his balls, and when he did it a bit harder it nearly made him cum again.
I took him off for a walk around the flat again, walking behind him so I could watch his shit pushing about as he went. Darker patches and little spots were starting to soak through his pants. Twice he stopped and spread his legs and strained again, added a little more to his pile. In the bedroom I got him to kneel and hump the beanbag, stand up and squat down, wiggle his bottom at me, and then back right up to me as I sat down and bend over again so his big mess was right in my face. I could feel its warmth, and I held my nose right up to it and sniffed all around it so the smell gassed me.
Now,' I said. Time to sit in it? You want a big pooey bottom?'
He straightened up again, wanking and dribbling more cum into his pants, and I took his hand and led him through to the bathroom. He took more poppers, and me too this time, and I and got him to bend over and wiggle his bottom, and pose for me one more time to show off his big mess. Then I backed him up to the toilet and put the lid down, and held the poppers bottle under his nose while he stood and tried to calm himself down so that he wouldn't cum straight away when he sat. I took his hand and slowly guided him down, watching his pants tighten across his bulge, until it just touched the seat, stopped him and got him to rock lightly to and fro, whimpering as his shit tickled him underneath. He squeezed my hand a bit tighter for a moment, then put his arms down to support himself as he lowered himself slowly into his pile. Shit squashed loudly up towards his waistband and out to the sides, and came forward to envelop his balls, and a big blast of his hot smell hit me.
`Phwoar!' he grunted.
He leaned back, squashing shit further up his bottom. His dick was visibly jerking about in his pants and more cum soaked through the front. His eyes were wide and his face was very red, and I could see he was trembling all over. When I put a hand on his arm he let out a little gasp and whimper. He was all tactile and sensitive, and I sat on the side of the bath and stroked his back and thigh, and pulled out the back of his pants once more to look at the brown explosion across his bottom. He'd properly cum as he sat down, but soon he started to get hard again. He pulled it out of his pants and played with it, took more poppers and started to wriggle about on the seat, making the big erection he'd grown bounce about. I reached out and began to wank him. He did the same for me, squirming and rocking about in his shit until it started to squash out around his legs, and he was edging and gasping again.
Oh you're such a mess now!' I breathed. You stink!'
He nodded and whimpered.
`Pull down your pants now? I wanna cum all over your pooey bottom.'
He nodded again and stood up slowly, looking dazed, and even a bit unsteady on his feet. I took his hand again and led him forward, to where I'd spread a bin liner out on the floor. His hands were shaking as he fumbled his cock out of his pants, and then he slowly pulled them down. His shit was well stuck to his arse, but when it pulled away its weight made his pants flop down round his knees and drop straight to the floor with a thud. He stepped out of them and spread his legs and stuck his hips back to show me his messy bottom in all its glory. Shit was squashed all over it in a big, ragged brown semicircle and smeared down his thighs, and his balls were covered in it. He turned round for a moment, wanking his sticky cock with shitty fingers and whimpering.
`Ooh ... I'm gonna cum.'
`So am I. Turn round...'
He turned away again and I closed in on him, wanking; feeling the orgasm rise inside me. In front of me he was tugging at his cock too, and his moans and gasps grew higher and more frantic. Then I spunked big time all over his bottom, first across his right cheek and then his left so my cum trickled down his legs. He gasped as he felt it and his voice shot up to a high-pitched squeak, and then he came too. He actually screamed, and he shot so hard his first spurt flew right across the room and splattered on the wall opposite.
Wow!' He looked shocked for a moment, but then that beaming smile burst across his face. I've never cum so hard in my life! But ... such a mess. Let's clean up.'
I helped him into the bath, then got in with him and started washing him down with the shower. Now that I'd cum I needed to piss, and I gave him the shower-head and got him to bend down in front of me so I could hose down his cheeks with it and make it run down his legs. Once we'd got all the shit off him and pushed the last stubborn lumps of it away down the plughole I gave him a good wash down with the soap. He was all tactile and cuddly now. He smiled sweetly at me as I massaged his cock and balls and bottom, until he was clean enough for me to want to lick his beautiful arse.
We got quite drunk that evening. I cooked a big dinner for us again, and we sat and got through a couple of bottles of wine, and watched a couple of films together. He had his open day at the university the next day, and then we just had the one more day before he went home, and we sat late into the night talking about some of our deepest and most secret fantasies, and how we might put them into practice in the time we had left. And when he came again, of course, which was certainly going to happen. Late that night he did kiss me, and when we went to bed we snuggled up together and went to sleep in one another's arms.
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