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.
Cute Adam's Poo Fetish
Chapter 2
Adam texted me one afternoon a few days later:
Hiya. :-) I need to go to the toilet! You in?
I was, but I had to go out in an hour or so and there was no time to do very much. He came over anyway, all cute and horny, and did it in front of me. I got him to sit backwards on the toilet with his lovely smooth bubble bum hanging over the edge, and knelt down behind him to watch the action. His hairless crack was wide open, showing off his wrinkled, pink little hole, all tight as it held in the load of boy-shit I couldn't wait to see and hear and smell. He hitched his T-shirt up clear of the action, and reached down to stroke his semi-hard dick.
'I really need to go,' he said quietly. 'Ooh ... I'm gonna poo!'
My cock twitched and dribbled as he bowed his head and grunted softly. His bottom relaxed, and then his hole began to dilate, and in the middle of it appeared the lumpy end of his turd. It nosed out very slowly, pushing his sphincter out into a pink ring that rippled around the log sliding through it. His turd was thick and chunky; a rounded point that grew slowly into a hefty log sliding fluidly from him. The smell began to tickle my nostrils at once; his smell, all thick and rich and dizzyingly erotic, and it grew stronger and stronger as his shit kept on coming. The slimy crackle rang in my ears. Behind the first couple of lumpy inches a crack began to open, wider and wider as that beautiful turd pulled apart, and then the first weighty lump hit the floor with a loud 'thud.' He grunted softly as the smoother shit behind it slid out. I looked at intently, taking in its jagged, broken end; the little cracks and dimples on its golden-brown surface, glistening dully where the light caught it, and the little black seeds and flecks of half-digested matter embedded in it. It kept on coming until four or five thick inches were hanging from his bottom, starting to pull apart again just below his flaring lips. Another thick sausage thudded to the floor. The broken end jutting from him was still moving, growing slowly into another long turd that began to taper off. Another few obscene inches dropped away, leaving him with just a ragged lump sticking from his closing hole. He gave a little push, and it too fell to the ground. I looked up and down, from his dirty little hole, to the big curled pile on the floor below him.
'Mmm! Oh your shit's beautiful,' I whispered. 'Phew, and it smells so fucking nice!'
'You like?' He looked round and grinned sweetly. 'Shall I do some more?'
I nodded. He closed his eyes and pursed his lips, and grunted as his brown-fringed little hole began to pucker out again. He began doing a slim, golden finger, which got suddenly thicker as his hole opened wider. It grew into a smooth, banana-shaped turd that slid cleanly from him. It dropped onto his pile and stood up for a second, before toppling to the right. He followed it with a little soft fart, and another quick brown worm. I moved in closer, wanking, sniffing deeply at his vapour trail. Above me he farted again, almost into my face.
'Mmm! Mm! God I love your shit. You do such big ones!'
'I do, don't I! Feels so nice ... ooh ... oh, another one's coming...'
I leant back to watch. He grunted softly, strained and pushed his hole out, and began doing another smooth, quite slim turd. It slid fluidly from him, breaking off and dropping three or four little curls onto the beautiful pile underneath him, until finally he gave a low sigh as he curled out the end.
'I've finished,' he said softly, then grinned. 'Would you like to wipe my bottom for me?'
I could scarcely believe what I was doing as I reached for the toilet paper, folded a few sheets, and gently rubbed at his hole. It rippled beneath my fingers, and he gave a little squeak.
'Ooh! Oh that feels really nice!'
The first piece of paper came away with a big brown smear across it. I folded another one and started again, drawing more little sighs from him as I cleaned his satisfied little hole. Looking around in front of him I could see his shapely cock was rock hard, and he got even more excited as I kept on wiping, talking dirty to him about how awesome it was watching and wiping him; how beautiful his shit was and how good it smelled; how I wanted to cum all over his pile. As soon as I was finished he turned round to me, wanking softly, then knelt down next to me. Together we wanked off, until I shot all over his shit, and seconds later he gave a little strangled cry and his gorgeous dick fired cum all over what he'd done.
Adam really wanted to poo his pants for me again, but I was very busy for the next couple of weeks and didn't have time to play. He did come over a few times, though. The first time I just watched him on the toilet. I love the sight of a cute lad sitting on the toilet, with his pants round his ankles, showing off the gorgeous curves of his legs and bottom and lower back, and the heavy 'plop .. plop' of his turds falling into the water. I sat and wanked as I watched and listened, and sniffed at his delectable smell. He stood up to show me his shit in the bowl, before he sat back down and reached for the toilet roll. He shuffled forward, lifted one cheek and reached round behind to wipe his bottom, looking so cutely undignified as he did it. When he was finished we both wanked off into the toilet, over his shit and crumpled, stained paper.
The next time he squatted on the bathroom floor. His shit was huge: one thick golden log after another curled and crackled from his hole. When he'd finished I knelt and held my face close over it, looking intently at this obscenely beautiful thing he'd done, feeling its hotness and sniffing his stink like poppers, before we both spunked all over it. He did it again a couple of days later. This time he'd been drinking the night before and his shit was smooth and sinuous, and really smelly. He was so horny that he came even before he'd finished, and I knelt behind him and shot all over his unwiped bottom.
The time after that I had to go out again and there was only time for him to do it in the toilet. He sat down heavily, then lifted his gorgeous arse a few inches off the seat, so I could get in close and watch his pink hole rippling and puckering around the big, dense log he did. It was thick and cracked and chunky, a darker, redder brown than usual with lots of bits and flecks pushed into its glistening surface. It hissed and crackled loudly as he pushed it out, and each lump that fell from it plopped heavily into the toilet. Water splashed up on his bottom and my face, but I couldn't have cared less. His turds were still coming out, a bit softer and slimier now, and his ripe smell was hammering at my brain. No sooner had he finished than we both jumped up and wanked into the toilet until we came all over his big dirty shit.
Finally a day came when I was free, and when he texted early that afternoon saying he was horny and he hadn't been for a poo for nearly two days I told him to get himself round to my place. He was all horny and excited when he arrived, and he showed me the tight white boxer briefs he was wearing with a cheeky grin.
'I wanna sit in it,' he said huskily as he sat on the sofa. 'I wanna sit in my poo for ages and get such a messy bottom! I don't wanna cum until my bottom's all brown!'
I made him wait until he was absolutely desperate. It was so horny sitting there with him as he shuffled and squirmed and screwed up his face, with a huge hard-on tenting out the front of his pants.
'Ooh I need to go,' he moaned. 'I'm so desperate for a poo!'
'Mmm, yeah, you are, aren't you! Are you turtle's heading yet?'
He nodded, stood up and pulled down his pants, and then bent and parted his cheeks to show me his hole, clenched up tight around the tip of a golden turd. He shuffled from foot to foot and wriggled his bum to try and relieve the discomfort. Then he sat back down again, all horny and embarrassed, squirming around again as he tried to hold it in. I sat and wanked through my pants, loving the sight of him struggling and anticipating what was surely going to happen very soon. Then his face froze, and his eyes widened.
'Oh! Oh I'm gonna poo! It's coming!'
He stood up unsteadily and turned away from me, and I leaned in close. He bent his legs a little, leaned forward and put his hands on his knees so that his pert bottom stuck out prominently. From his pants came a soft little crackle and a dimple appeared between his clenched cheeks. For a few seconds more he held it, wriggling and bobbing up and down. Then he gasped, tailing off into a long sigh as he relieved himself. His turd was thick and solid. It pushed the back of his pants out into a big tent and then started to collapse, the tip twisting to the right and the bulge swelling leftwards, then growing another lump to the right with a filthy wet crackling sound, all dissolving into a ball on his bottom. His smell rolled out around the room, thick and rich and deliciously dirty, and I sniffed and wanked excitedly behind him. He twisted round and looked at me, face all red and intense, then closed his eyes and began doing another one. His pants crackled wetly, and the baseball on his bottom nudged outwards and swelled up at its base into a big lumpy mound as he sighed and farted and pushed out another thick turd. A few brown spots of moisture began to soak through the fabric. He straightened up, breathing hard, wiggled his bum experimentally and gasped with the sensation. He straightened up, breathing hard.
'Ooh ... feels better,' he sighed.
'Mmm, I bet it does, and cor it stinks! Are you done?'
'Nearly.'
He half-squatted again, whimpering, and let out another long sigh, and a gassy fart as his hole opened again. His shit was softer now, and it made an obscene squelching sound as his mound swelled up further, with him moaning in pleasure and relief over it. Finally it stopped, and he reached around to feel what he'd done, giving a low sigh as he did so. His cock was rock-hard as he turned to face me, with a splash of pre-cum at its head. I motioned him to come nearer, pulled his cock out of his pants and began to suck him, pulling his hips slowly in and out so he was fucking my face, his shit pushing to and fro.
'Ooh ... oh stop!' He pulled back sharply, with his cock dribbling. 'Oh ... that nearly made me cum!'
I got him to kneel down, hands on the floor and his bottom sticking out, and hump gently, making his load slide to and fro again. The sensation drove him mad, and he squealed and gasped as he moved, and his hot slimy shit tickled him underneath. He stopped and looked up, face contorted as he edged.
'Ooh,' he moaned. 'Make me sit in it ... I wanna messy bum...'
I followed him through to the bathroom, watching his big bulge wobble as he walked, sniffing at the stink following us through the house. Once there he bent over, hands on the side of the bath, for me to pull out the back of his pants and admire the huge brown pile nestling against his dirty cheeks. I began to push it about, drawing more whimpers from him as I smeared his bum.
'Mmm, you stink,' I told him, pulling out his waistband again. 'Look at you, with your arse covered in your own shit. Now, sit down...'
He waddled over to the toilet, whimpering again as his poo pushed about on his bottom, turned around and lowered himself down. He liked to sit in it slowly, relishing the sensation as his pants tightened and pressed it harder, teasing himself with it as it just touched the seat. Finally he gave in and sat right down in it. His shit squelched loudly as it squashed across his bottom and up between his legs.
'Oh! Oh!' he cried. 'Oh that's so good!'
I got him to wriggle backwards and forwards, gasping and yelping with the sensation until he was nearly cumming, and then stand up and show the crumpled, sticky ruin of his pants; his shit plastered all across his cheeks. He moaned again as he sat back down in it, and yelped as stinking gas bubbled up around his balls. He got his cock out and stroked it as he sat there. Then I got him to move again, edging constantly and gasping in ecstasy, then sit still to draw back from the brink of cumming, and suck my cock as I stood over him. He rolled his tongue eagerly round my head, then leaned forward with a squish and a sigh as he drew my shaft right back into his throat. As he sucked he rocked to and fro, whimpering in his throat, squashing his shit about even more. It was fucking awesome being sucked off by this horny boy as he sat in his shit, breathing in great lungfuls of his stink, and all of a sudden I had to pull back to stop myself cumming. He looked up, wanking, licking a gobbet of pre-cum from his lips.
'I'm gonna cum soon,' he breathed. 'You cum too ... cum in my mouth.'
He leaned forward, pulled me in closer and began to suck again, wriggling about in his mess as he did it, swallowing my dick right back into his throat until he was gagging. I was cumming then. I couldn't stop myself, and he jerked his head back suddenly to let me spurt into his mouth. As he did so he began to moan louder and louder, and with one last convulsive wriggle he cried out aloud and his cock shot a load all over the floor.
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