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Cute Adam's Poo Fetish
Chapter 4
For a couple of weeks Adam found he needed to shit in the mornings. He didn't know why: maybe it was his diet, or the working patterns in his new job, or perhaps something else altogether. Whatever the reason, the urge to shit kicked in just after he'd had breakfast, and he couldn't hold it in as well as he usually did. It suited us quite well, though, because he was working not far from my place and I was working from home a lot, so he used to drop by on his way in. There was never time for a session, but instead I got to watch him have his big morning shit nearly every day.
'Plomp ... plump .. plop-plop ... plomp.'
He grinned sexily at me as he sat on the toilet, with his arse making long crackling sounds and then weighty, resonant plops, and wrinkled his nose up cutely as his own smell thickened the air around him. I used to close the window and turn the extractor fan off to get the full hit of it. He'd sit on the toilet for a good few minutes, with longer and longer pauses between his turds. When he'd finished I'd wipe his bottom for him, and then we'd wank off into the toilet together and cum all over the bowl full of his shit. Later, in the second week, he left home a bit earlier to give us more time. He did it kneeling down, and I knelt behind him and got my face nearly into his crack. His shit was slow and long and unhurried. One thick, broken-ended curl after another pushed slowly towards my face, then bent downwards and thudded onto the floor. When it stopped I leaned back a bit and contemplated him, looking so cute and so naughty as he knelt over his chunky turds. He looked round, screwed his face up cutely and pushed out another one.
'Ooh...' he sighed. 'Oh that feels so nice!'
'Mmm, yeah, big one! God it smells so fucking good too. Love to have seen you do that in your pants...'
'Ooh! That'd be awesome! Can we ... this weekend? If you're free...'
'Yeah, I'm free. Wanna come over on Saturday? Come and poo your pants for me.'
'Yeah ... I've got an idea though. I really wanna do it outside. It'd feel so naughty, pooing myself where we might get caught, and having to walk home like that!'
'Really?! Er ... yeah, I'm up for that. So long as we go somewhere discreet. Maybe the park, or somewhere like ... ooh, haven't you finished?'
He shook his head and grinned, and began to grunt cutely. I moved in closer, wanking and edging as he started doing another slim turd; getting ready to cum all over his brown pile.
That Saturday afternoon found us in the park, sitting on a bench. We were at the quiet end of it, well away from the play area and the cafe, near to the narrow path through the trees that leads to the back gate onto my street. Some way off a load of lads were playing football, half of them topless to show off their toned bodies, and away to our left a group of teenagers were sharing a joint. The smell wafted down to us on the light breeze. Adam shuffled uncomfortably, looked down at the floor and grunted.
'I really need a poo,' he said softly. 'I'm desperate!'
He turned his head and grinned cutely at me, his eyes dancing. As he leaned back again I glanced down, to where his hard-on was noticeably bulging out the front of his tracksuit bottoms. Thankfully I was wearing jeans so mine wouldn't show so much. It grew stiffer as I watched him squirm, and then freeze up and sit with his face impassive as the football flew towards us and landed only a few yards away, and one of the lads came running over to retrieve it. I contemplated his sturdy arse as he booted it back towards the group and ran after it, then looked back to Adam as he squirmed again and drew breath sharply.
'I can't hold it much longer!' he hissed. 'I'm gonna be touching cloth in a minute!'
'Will you make it home, if we go now?'
'Er ... probably.' He bent forward a little and screwed his face up painfully. 'Oh, but I need to poo so badly!'
'Then keep holding it in. I like it when you're desperate. I wanna see you so desperate you've no choice but to shit yourself here!'
He grunted softly and nodded, and I lit a cigarette, leaned back and watched him intently. He struggled manfully to hold back his shit, sitting with his bottom clenched tight, holding his stomach and rocking slowly back and forth until each painful spasm in his bowels had passed. The shouting, cheery football game moved away from us, towards the goal at the far end beyond some bushes, and the teenagers threw their spliff end and a can or two into the trees and shambled off across the grass. We were alone. I looked around us, then back to Adam, sitting tensed up and motionless with his eyes on the ground, and my heart began to thump.
'Is anyone there?' he asked, his voice all hoarse and strained.
'No. No-one nearby.'
He stood up slowly, with his legs clasped together and his bum clenched up tight. He looked quickly around us, then turned slightly away and parted his legs a little. As he did so he pulled his trackies down just far enough to show off his bottom, then stuck it out, and his striped trunks stretched tight across his peachy cheeks. He grunted, and a little dimple appeared between them. It swelled up a little with a sharp crackle, then a yelp as he tensed up to stop it. He did it again, and again, trembling all over and breathing hard; gulping as he realised that he'd passed the point of no return and was about to shit himself no matter what he did. Suddenly I could smell it, all thick and dirty in the still air. He began to crackle softly again.
'Oh!' he gasped. 'Oh my God!'
He lost control of it then. He arched his back and stuck his bottom out further, and yelped out loud as he filled his pants with a great brown surge from deep inside him that packed his crack and piled up into a swelling, squelching mound on his trembling bottom. It went on and on, the slimy sound interspersed with little gassy farts, and his smell thickening the air around us.
'Fucking hell Adam,' I breathed. 'That's massive! Phew, it fucking stinks!'
He sighed softly in reply, grunted and pushed out another long one that hissed and crackled, and pushed his bulge downwards and to the right. As it ended he looked around at me, his face wide-eyed and shocked, then straightened up quickly and pulled up his pants. His bulge was still clearly visible through them, and at the front too.
'Oh fucking hell! I can't believe I've pooed my pants here!' he hissed. Come on, let's get back to your place.'
I stood up too, with a quick look around, and we headed off towards the gate. I walked behind him at first, watching the bulge wobble as he walked and sniffing at the heady vapour trail he was leaving behind him. Just before we got to the gate he stopped and looked around him, then bent his legs and strained a little. A little satisfied smile spread across his face as he pushed out another turd or two. Then we got moving again, turning into the street and walking purposefully the few hundred yards back to my house. I dropped back a bit to watch his poo pushing about on his bottom, then caught up again as he looked round.
'It feels so big!' he said, wide-eyed again. 'Does it show?'
'Yeah, it does. Smells too!'
'I know! Ooh, I can't wait to get in. I wanna sit in it ... get such a messy bottom!'
'I love how you say that! Anyway, here we are.'
He stood awkwardly, looking delightfully uncomfortable as I fumbled with the door key, and then we tumbled inside. Right behind the front door he kicked his shoes off and pulled his trackies down again, turned away from me and bent over. His bulge was really big, and the stripes of his pants showed off its lumps and bumps, with a few little brown stains starting to soak through. The smell filled the hallway. Then he cleared his throat.
'I haven't finished,' he sighed.
I stepped forward, pulled out the back of his waistband and looked down, to where his big, golden-brown pile nestled against his bottom, pushed up into a point where it had pressed between his brown cheeks. He bent over further, until he was almost bent double with his fingers touching the floor.
'Go on, finish your big smelly poo now...'
I stood and watched the slimy movement in his pants as his bottom heaved and he pushed out the rest of his shit, squelching and hissing as it spread slowly across his cheeks and forced its way upwards towards me. He grunted and sighed in relief as his bowels emptied, and my dick pressed against my pants so hard that it started to hurt. I let his waistband go and stripped naked, and he straightened up a bit and wriggled his hips slowly, sighing again as his turds rubbed around on his bum, then turned to face me. His hard-on tented out the front of his pants, with a patch of pre-cum spreading out from its tip, and his face was very intense.
'Ooh!' he breathed. 'Oh it feels so nice ... wanna get so messy now!'
'Mmm, yeah! You wanna big pooey bottom?'
He nodded vigorously, and we headed for the bathroom, with me walking behind him, watching his mound wobble as he walked. A couple of times he stopped, half-squatted, wiggled his bottom at me, and then straightened up again, breathing hard with his cum-stain spreading even further. In the bathroom, where I'd made everything ready before he came, he bent and touched his toes again.
'Smear me?' he asked softly. 'Push it about. Make me really messy before I sit in my poo...'
I picked up a bag from the floor. Wearing it like a glove I reached out and began fingering his bulge, feeling its warmth and firmness. He whimpered as I pressed it against his skin, and then began to push it from side to side, gently at first but then harder and further. As I did so I began to talk, pure dirt about what a dirty boy he was, how bad he smelled, and how he deserved to have his bottom plastered with his own shit. His breathing grew heavier and harsher, until he was moaning constantly.
'Oh stop!' he squeaked suddenly. 'Stop or I'll cum!'
He stood stock still, calming himself down as I pulled his waistband out again. His bottom was completely covered in it, right out to the sides and up to the top of his pants, and there was still a big clod of it nestling up against his brown cheeks. I pulled him upright, turned him around and motioned him to sit down on the toilet lid. He hesitated for a second, glancing down at the huge wet stain spreading out and down from the tip of his cock, and then lowered himself down. He stopped just before he touched the toilet lid and looked at me pleadingly.
'Go on,' I said quietly. 'Sit in your shit.'
He nodded, closed his eyes, and sat down in his big brown pile. His shit squelched loudly. Then his head shot up, eyes wide and mouth falling open.
'Oh! Oh God!' he yelped. 'Oh! Oh fuck ...I've cum.'
He leaned back, and I saw what he'd done. He'd shot so hard it had near enough spurted out through the fabric, and the front of his pants was a wet sticky mess. He sighed deeply as his breathing began to get back to normal.
'Wanna clean up?' I asked him gently.
'Yeah. Er ... wanna cum over my bum first?'
He stood up, turned away from me and pulled down his pants. He was the biggest mess I'd ever seen. His bottom was all brown, and there great smears of it down the backs of his thighs, right down to where his ruined pants hung around his knees.. As I moved in towards him, wanking, a big lump peeled away from his right cheek and fell to the floor with a thud. The sight and the stink had me right on the edge already, and I'd barely touched my cock when I too came, and spurted all over his brown bottom.
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