This is a story involving light to moderate scat play between 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 3
The next session we had together, nearly a month later, was dirtier and messier and hornier than ever. Adam was more excited than I'd ever seen him when he turned up, with a bulge already visible in the front of his jeans as he stood on my doorstep, shuffling slightly from foot to foot.
'I haven't had a poo for two days,' he grinned as he came in.
'Mmm! Gonna be a big one then...'
'Yeah ... and I wanna sit in it big time, get really dirty with it, get such a messy bottom!'
He hadn't done it in his pants since our last session together and he'd been obsessing over the thought of doing it again. He'd been fantasising constantly about sitting in it and squishing harder and longer than ever; getting a hard-on as he sat on the toilet with his pants around his ankles and his big logs dropping into the bowl, splashing his bottom and stinking out the bathroom; daydreaming as he dumped about doing it in his pants and not down the toilet. Now the moment had arrived, and he was rock hard as we sat and talked and watched porn together, wincing slightly as the pressure grew stronger inside him, and the need to shit more urgent. He was breathing hard, and he pawed lightly at his cock through his jeans.
'Oh,' he sighed. 'I'm gonna fart...'
I knelt down, and he stood in front of me, bared his gorgeous, pert bottom and bent over, so I could press my nose into his warm crack and feel the hot puff of gas in my face as a he did a little, hissing fart. I sniffed deeply as he did another one.
'Mm! Mm! Oh your farts smell so nice today...'
His smell was riper and thicker than it usually was, and amazingly erotic. He winced and shuffled again as he pulled his pants up and sat back down, and turned to me with intense eyes.
'I really need a poo,' he said softly. 'Feels like it's gonna be a big solid one too... I started to need it this morning, and it's been building up really nice and slow. Last time I didn't poo for two days I blocked the toilet at home! I've eaten so much too ... think I'm gonna do a massive one!'
'Mmm, yeah ... and really smelly?'
'Yeah...' he winced, and farted softly again. 'Ooh ... oh I'm getting really desperate ... gonna have to go soon!'
I got him to hold it for a few more minutes as the tension mounted. The room still smelled of his farts. He sat with eyes closed, squirming, breathing hard with a massive hard-on bulging his pants out at the front. Suddenly he drew breath and looked up at me, and then he slowly stood up and undid his trousers again. The moment had come. On impulse I got off the sofa and lay down on the floor, looking up at him adoringly as he stripped.
'Kneel over me. Go on ... kneel over me and stick your arse in my face ... do it right up close.'
He hesitated a second or two, looking down at me with wild eyes, and then stood over me and knelt down. I reached up to his hips and guided his arse down until his peachy cheeks were just inches above my face, their curves accentuated by the tight, stripy boxer briefs he was wearing. I lay and contemplated his beautiful bubble bum, trembling a little in his excitement. He was breathing hard. Then he did another soft, gassy fart.
'Ooh...' he breathed. 'Ooh ... I'm pooing...'
I could hear it now; a slimy crackle from deep in his pants, a wet little fart, and then the striped cotton began to bulge towards me. He moaned with relief as he pushed out a thick log that tented his pants out until the tip almost touched my face, bent back on itself with more filthy crackling, and then the thick spike in his pants swelled into a lumpy bulge. The smell blasted up my nose and into my brain like poppers, and the squelching sounds and his gassy little farts rang in my ears.
'Oh!' he gasped. 'Oh that's better!'
He wriggled his bum slowly, sighing with the sensation, then stuck it back towards me and grunted. His cheeks seemed to fill out a little, and he pushed out another turd that bulged his pants out further. I lay and contemplated the lumpy ball between his cheeks, its swellings and crevices highlighted by the striped pants. He did a little more, sighing ecstatically, and I held my face closer, until my nose was nearly touching the fabric and I could feel the hotness as the filthy noises tailed off.
'Oh man,' I breathed in awe. 'Phew, that fucking stinks!'
'Yeah!' He wriggled his bum again, and moved his hips back and to as if he was humping. 'Oh it feels so nice! ... Ooh ... oh I'm gonna do another one ... here it comes!'
He farted into his big poo, all muffled and wet and rasping. Then he gasped as he began to do more, gassy and hissing as it pushed a bulge out across his right buttock, and then the whole swelled up towards me with a loud squelching sound. As he pooed uncontrollably he yelped and moaned, and when it ended in a muffled wet fart and a little cry of pleasure he bucked his hips and writhed, and moaned once more as the great brown mound he'd made pushed about on his bottom. His filthy smell roared up my nostrils and assailed my brain, and my dick jerked and dribbled. I reached up and put a hand on his hip, ran it across his buttock and fingered his hot, lumpy mound, all firm and tacky to the touch.
That's massive!' I whispered. 'You've done so much ... and it smells so fucking good too! Mm! Have you finished?'
'No ... nearly I think, but there's another one in there ... oh god this feels so nice!'
He strained a few times, cute bottom heaving, grunting sexily. Deep in his packed, sticky crack his hole puckered out again and he did another wet, muffled fart. I loved how gassy he was that day, and how smelly! Above me he bucked his hips and gave another cute little grunt.
'Oh ... ooh I'm gonna ... uh ... oh here it comes!'
He cocked his naughty bum up a bit more, his pants crackled softly as he pushed out a last little turd or two, and then he bowed his head, breathing hard and sighing that he'd finished. He stood up slowly, wriggling a bit so his bulge pushed cutely from side to side. A few patches of golden-brown moisture were starting to show through it. He moved his hips rhythmically from side to side and back to front as I wriggled out from under him and got up. His eyes were closed and his face beatific.
'Feels good, huh...?'
'Yes ... oh yes!' He wriggled his bum sexily at me, and yelped. 'Ooh! Oh it feels so good!
'Let's have a look then...'
He turned away from me and bent, hands on knees, so I could admire the mound he'd made and run my fingers over its firm surface. Then I pulled out the back of his waistband and admired the great, compacted, golden-brown clump nestling against his cheeks. It was lumpy and cracked against his pants, but the smoother turds he'd done towards the end covered that and rose to a glistening peak where it had pressed between his cheeks. The paleness of his skin contrasted with the vivid brown shit that was liberally smeared across the lower part of his bottom. The stink rose from it like thick smoke. He twisted his head round and grinned cutely at me, and once again I marvelled at how such a sweet, clean-cut lad could do something so elementally filthy.
I lay back down again, and motioned him to kneel down over me, and then lower himself down until his great, lumpy bulge was inches above me. I leaned up until my nose almost touched it, turning my head slowly from side to side to feel its hotness, and sniffing deep and long at his smell. All of a sudden he farted into his shit, and then again, and another small turd squelched onto his pile. He began to wriggle his bum, slowly at first but then harder and a bit faster, until he was humping and rocking above me. He yelped aloud as his shit pushed about on his bottom and tickled him underneath. Then he stopped, breathing very hard.
'Oh!' he gasped. 'Oh I wanna sit in it!'
'Mmm, yeah. But not yet. Come on, let's go have a walk...'
He got up slowly, trembling all over, and I took him off for a walk around the house, me behind him so I could watch his pile pushing about as he walked. In the living room I got him to kneel down and hump the sofa, until he was gasping and edging again and we had to stop for a few minutes whilst he calmed down. Then we set off upstairs, with him going up on all fours and me right behind him with my face nearly touching his bulge, his smell gassing me. In the bedroom he squatted and wriggled and humped the air a bit. Then at my bidding he stood and bent over, touching his toes with his bottom sticking out. His pile was big and lumpy, and spots of brown moisture were starting to soak through his pants. I pulled out his waistband and contemplated his messy bottom and big brown pile once again, then ran my hand down, cupped his bulge and began to push it gently to and fro. His breathing grew heavier, and he let out a long moan.
'Feel nice...?'
'Ooh ... oh yeah, so good! Oh I wanna get so fucking messy! I wanna go sit in it...'
He looked around. His face was red and sweaty, and his eyes almost shut. I'd never seen him look so intense before. Suddenly we were heading downstairs again, towards the bathroom, where I slammed the toilet lid down and turned to face him with my heart racing.
'On my knee?' I asked hesitantly. 'Wanna sit on my knee?'
His eyes widened, and he nodded eagerly. So I sat slowly down, legs well apart, and put my arms up to hold his hips and guide him in as he half-squatted, and lowered himself down onto my left thigh. He paused, sighing deep in his throat, as his bulge touched lightly down, all warm and tacky through his pants. Gently I began to rock him backwards and forwards, making his turds tickle him underneath.
'Oh!' he yelped. 'Ooh! Ooh that feels good!'
'Mmm, yeah, and it smells so fucking nice too! Now, sit right down...'
Slowly he lowered himself down, and through his pants I felt his shit squashing backwards and forwards, and as he sat right down in it he gave a long, low sigh. On impulse I leaned forward and began licking his back, drawing gasps from him as I ran my tongue up and down his spine, and he rocked to and fro. He moved gently at first, but then a bit faster and harder, until the filthy squelching sound filled my ears and he was yelping and dribbling hot, sticky pre-cum onto my knee. He stopped again, edging hard, and I lifted him up a little to inspect the damage. The back of his pants was a sticky brown mess and there was a big smear of it on my leg.
'Mmm!' I breathed. 'Big mess! I wanna cum all over your pooey bottom!'
'Yeah! Wanna sit in it for a bit longer first though!'
He stood up properly and turned around, and then as I clamped my legs together he stepped forward so his swollen, throbbing cock was right in my face, a great bead of pre-cum shining on its end. Slowly he sat himself back onto my knee, looking down at me with the sexiest smile and dancing eyes, that then closed with pleasure as he touched down again.
'Phwoar!' he gasped. 'Ooh ... oh yeah!'
He began to slide gently, rock to and fro, and at the same I bounced him gently up and down. He rode me like a horse, his turds squashing noisily about between us. The sensation made him yelp and whimper, and as we wanked each other his dancing dick dribbled hot and sticky fluid all over my tummy and crotch. As he rode harder some of his shit began to squash out from the legs of his boxers, all gooey against my skin, and both of us began to wank harder and breathe hoarsely. His face grew red and contorted, and he began to cry out as he got nearer and nearer to the end. Then suddenly I was right on the edge, about to cum whether I wanted to or not.
'Oh!' I cried. 'Oh Adam I'm gonna cum!'
He jumped up convulsively, leaving me with a blurred impression of my brown-covered legs as I followed him, spun round, and then tore down his pants He was plastered in it, all over his cheeks and smeared down the backs of his thighs. As he bent over he peaked, cried out loud, and his spunk spattered down onto the floor. A second later I shot my white, glistening cum all over his brown pooey bottom.
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