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Exploring Raffe's Perversions
Part Nine
By now it was late spring, and Raffe's final year at university was nearing its end. Only weeks from now he'd have to move back home with his parents, a couple of hundred miles away. We'd certainly meet again, and we were already planning dirty weekends together, but the days when he could just drop in for a shit on his way to uni would be over. He was getting busy too, as his finals approached, and he couldn't get away from work so often.
I can get a first if I really work at it,' he'd explained once when we were chatting on video. But it's a long shot and I really, really need good marks for the last bits of coursework and then my finals. I'm putting in twelve-hour days right now.
Sometimes I had the sense of things starting to draw to an end, although once his exams were out of the way we'd probably end the year with a string of mad, messy sessions. For now it happened only when he could spare a few hours from his assignments.
`Uh! Ooh ... oh yeah!'
I was grunting in animal, elementally sexual pleasure. It was radiating out from my bowels, where finally I was voiding myself of the massive shit I'd been holding in for hours. I was doing a thick, lumpy turd that was stretching my anus sweetly and sliding solidly between my cheeks, piling into the ball building up in my seat and spreading out across my bottom. I could hear it squelching. I was bending over the dining table, propped up on my elbows, with my feet as far apart as I could get them with my trousers down over my best brogues. My jacket and shirt were hitched up, well clear of my white CK trunks with a lumpy bulge swelling up in their seat. Behind me Raffe had his trousers down too, and his tie slung over his shoulder, his dick thrusting out from under his smart blue shirt. He was wanking it slowly but determinedly, pointing it straight at me, the boss, as I humiliated myself in front of him. My head was blowing apart in shame and exhilaration, and the awesome physical sensation. Then the flow slowed and I could control it, and I squeezed my hole up to stop it, making tacky, warm shit squash between my cheeks.
Oh! Oh...' I moaned. I'm pooing my pants!'
Yeah!' he hissed back, wanking harder. Pooing your pants for me at last! Is it a nice one? Nice and solid?'
`Unf, yeah. Oh it's good...'
`Mmm, and it stinks too Jamie. So nice! Have you got more?'
Yes, it's massive,' grunted. I still really need a shit!'
It was late on Saturday afternoon, and thanks to the Imodium tablet I'd taken the day before I hadn't been for nearly 36 hours. I'd needed to all afternoon, though. Usually it was just a heavy fullness up my bum that faded if I ignored it, but every so often there was more urgent pressure, as my body reminded me that I'd been eating big meals for a week and that my morning bowel movement was long overdue. Since he'd arrived, more than an hour ago now, the urge to shit had become constant and got steadily stronger, until I was fidgeting with discomfort. For a long time he'd kept me standing about in my business suit, trying to seem dignified and hide my growing desperation, before he relented and let me take my trousers down, and bend over the table to ease myself. I still needed to. My chute had relieved itself of the first, urgent turds, but behind them another hefty one was stretching it sweetly. I let it slide forward until it almost reached my clenched hole, and grunted out loud.
`Oh I gotta do another one!'
Helplessly I bowed my legs further and pushed, and grunted like a pig as my bottom erupted. Hot, smooth shit packed my crack and spread further across my cheeks, and down between my legs where its foul touch made me edge. It felt wonderful, and with Raffe wanking excitedly behind me and urging me on the experience was mind-blowing.
Push, Jamie, fucking shit yourself!' he hissed. Phew it stinks. You dirty bastard!'
I could only groan in reply and obey him, red-faced in horniness and shame. With each strain I squelched and dumped, and more gooey shit pressed against my arse. When I'd pushed out the last soft, reeking turd I sagged over the table, grunting and moaning out loud. Quickly he pulled off his clothes, and pulled on a surgical glove from a pack I'd recently bought for moments like this.
Better get you stripped, hadn't we!' he smiled. Here, let me help...'
He came around next to me and pulled my jacket off from the front, and then my shirt, before he knelt and took off my shoes, so that I could step out of my trousers and kick them to one side. Finally I could straighten up, naked apart from my pants, whose crotch was like a tent, with a splash of cum soaking through at the head. He came up next to me again and got me to bend back over the table, and stick my bottom out to display what I'd just done. His soft fingers ran down my back and onto the great lumpy mound in the seat of my pants.
Coo that''s such a big poo Jamie,' he said admiringly. So stinky! You need your bottom covered in that, don't you?'
Yes,' I grunted. Make me sit in my shit.'
`Yeah, you're going to! Mm, but first...'
He spread his fingers over my load, cupped it in his hand and pressed it lightly to my skin, and I let out a moan. He pressed a little harder, and gently moved his hand from side to side, making my pile do obscenely nice things to me underneath.
Yeah! Got shit all over your bottom now...' he breathed. Mm, such a mess!'
Then the mood changed and he seemed to draw himself up to his full height, and grow hard and dominant. Pure filth came from his mouth as he pushed my load about. I was a dirty bastard who'd spied on him in the toilet, a stinky pervert who'd shat myself, and a pig who deserved no better than to be covered in my own shit. Once again the roles had been well and truly reversed and I worshipped him, and edged into my crotch as he slowly plastered my bottom with my own foulness. He kept massaging me for a long time before he let me stand up, and led me through into the bathroom to sit in it.
Slowly I lowered myself onto the toilet lid, like I had done since I'd discovered pants-shitting when I was fifteen. Back then sitting on a pile had made me cum at once, and now, with him watching and wanking excitedly, I almost did so again. For what felt like ages I sat edging hard, spunking into my crotch but not quite tipping over the edge into an orgasm, before I relaxed and settled into my mess, rocked about a bit to spread it and then pulled him in front of me to suck him off. I tasted spunk at once, and he began to breathe hard and edge. At that the orgasm rose inside me too, and we came nearly together, all over myself and into my mouth.
The next morning, about ten clock, we got naked and went back to the bathroom together to perform the act we'd been anticipating for weeks. Raffe was just starting to need a shit. We'd had a good big dinner the night before and we hadn't drunk much, and now his farts were to die for, his smell particularly rich and satisfying. It felt solid too, he said; the kind of poo he'd have to push to get started, a nice, steady pressure in his back passage. I was tingling in anticipation, and his face was tense with excitement. He knelt in the middle of the floor on all fours, and got down on his elbows so that his peachy bottom stuck up in the air, and his broad cheeks parted to show off his smooth crack and tight pink hole. As I knelt down behind him it puckered out little a kiss, and he did another little poof' of pungently erotic gas.
First I put on a condom, and slicked it with a little lube around the end. Then I donned a pair of surgical gloves, reached out and touched the soft skin of his crack, running my fingertips round either side of his anus, right where his logs slid through when he sat on the toilet. I slid them in further still, onto the part he actually had to wipe, and then onto his ringpiece itself, tickling and teasing and probing it gently. He loved that! His breathing grew heavy, he let a little horny squeak and his cock twitched. It was fully erect and pointing to the floor at an angle, like a torpedo ready for launch. For a long, long time I played gently with him, while the pressure to take a dump grew a little stronger inside him. Then I cupped my gloved hands together and held them out under his arse.
`Uh,' he grunted.
His bottom heaved and his hole made its little kiss again. There was no fart this time, though, and instead it twitched and dilated further, and I heard the first muffled crackle from behind it just before the pointed knobbly end of his turd emerged. It squeezed in for a moment and the movement stopped, but then he grunted again and gave a little push, it flared further and a thick brown spike emerged from his bowels. It was all cracks and lumps, individual small nuggets compressed together into a beautiful log that grew out straight from his bottom for a few inches. Just as it was starting to bend downwards it suddenly tapered and shot out, and his hole pinched shut as it flopped down on my palms. It was heavy and solid, its warmth radiated through my gloves, and its rich, rounded smell rose up sweetly around me.
`Ooh,' he sighed under his breath.
`Mmm! Nice turd, Raffe. You smell lovely today! Does it feel nice?'
Mm,' he grunted agreeably. Ooh, yes, it's a good poo. It's gonna be really big!'
His bumhole twitched again, with just a little brown fleck or two visible in the middle, and then closed up once more, and he let out another soft grunt. I knelt behind him waiting, dick throbbing, studying the obscene thing lying fatly in my hands. We'd had spinach the night before, and here and there strands of it were pressed into the dense brown substance his body had made. The shape of his turd fascinated me, short and fat and straight, one end pointed like a missile and the other tapered and twisted where his hole had squeezed it off.
Then he grunted again. Once more his bumhole twitched, and this time it flared open further and another thick end poked through. It paused for just a moment before he gave a little push and a gorgeous turd slid out of him. At first it was still cracked and lumpy and he grew another spike, but then it grew smoother and curved downwards towards my hands, sliding from his bum easily, like a snake, with a soft, slimy hissing sound. Then it touched down towards the heel of my right hand and started to bend and curl around the first log he'd done, and cracks appeared in the glistening pipe he was extruding. I was in heaven, loving the communion with him; the sheer intimacy of him defecating into my hands. His shit was fascinating and beautiful, it felt lovely, and his stink was like sweet incense. Suddenly the turd snapped and the whole lot flopped down into my hands, and curled heavily across both palms with its broken end on my fingers. His bumhole was still open, a plug jutting from it with a little greenish string hanging down from it, and at once he gave another grunt and a push, and a slimmer, still smoother cable curled from him, tapered slowly off and fell, and behind it his bumhole squeezed shut again.
`Coo, Raffe, what a shit! That's beautiful man!'
`He he, it feels nice! Lemme see it?'
`Sure. Go on, take a good sniff of your own poo!'
I held it next to him, so that he could twist round and look at what he'd done, leaned forward and held it towards his face for him to inhale his own feculence. His dick was bobbing and throbbing just like mine. Then he grunted and said he had more coming, and I shuffled back and held my hands up under his bottom once more for him to finish his dump. When his hole twitched and flared again he let out a little fart, and then it opened wider and the turds started coming. He did a long string of small brown curls that squelched and twisted this way and that, snapped again and again, and made a glistening, raged heap on top of his logs. They got smaller as he emptied out, until finally a last little worm hung from him for a moment, before he squeezed his sticky brown hole shut and it dropped onto his heavy, warm brown pile.
`I've finished,' he said plaintively.
It was the signal I'd been craving for. Quickly twisted round and dropped his shit onto a carrier bag next to him, and then pulled off the gloves, fingers first so as not to get shit on my hands. Then I turned back to him. As I did so he knelt right up and lay forward on his elbows so his bottom was in the air, cheeks parted to show off his hole. His ringpiece was sticky and brown, and there were little streaks of shit on either side of it, where his turd had curled against the insides of his cheeks,
`Mmm, nice dirty bottom for me to fuck!' I breathed, shuffling in closer and reaching out to take his hips.
I could feel his dirtiness on the head of my cock when I pressed it to his hole, and then I thrust forward and he strained, and all of a sudden I was inside him, pushing my shaft up his tight, welcoming arse. I kept pushing, all the way in until he was fully impaled, and when I thrust forward he grunted with pleasure. Then, slowly I pulled back, and he sighed with the same pleasure he'd get from doing a big log. My cock looked a bit like one, smeared with long brown streaks as it slid out of him. Then when I thrust in again his tight ringpiece scraped them off so shit squashed in his crack and into my pubes. The mess spread as I fucked him, slowly at first, but then faster and harder as he liked it, until he was squealing and gasping and begging me to make it hurt. Then he came, a big anal orgasm that went on for ages, and his shaft gripping my cock tight tipped me over the edge to, and I cried out and spunked into the condom deep inside him.
`That was amazing! Felt so nice being bummed right after a poo, and ... so dirty!'
`Heh, yes. Be even dirtier if you still needed to!'
`What, half-way through, when I've still got another log in me?'
`Or before you've even started, and then pull back every so often so you can let one out, and keep fucking you after you've finished!'
Cor yeah!' he exclaimed, and then put his head on its side again and grinned. But I think you need to punish me for being so naughty today, don't you? Cane me when I need a poo, so I have to do it in my pants!'
`Ha ha, yes, good idea!
Sadly, it never happened. Some time back he'd mentioned a girl he liked, the best friend of one of his housemates' girlfriends, and when we were chatting one time he mentioned a date with her. That weekend we had half-planned to meet but he called it off at short notice, and from something he said when he talked a few days later I got the impression he'd spent the day with her instead. Then he went quiet altogether and didn't respond a couple of times when I messaged him, which he'd never done before. Then finally he did respond, and confirmed my fears:
- Hi Jamie. Sorry I've not been in touch -- been dead busy with finals. I'm seeing Kate now so don't think I can meet for fun again, but can we go for a drink to say bye? R x
He's working in London now, having landed a plum job down there just before he graduated. I gave him a reference for it. Slipping back into professional mode, I commended him for how conscientious and competent he was, and what a good all-rounder he'd make, and how with a bit of mentoring his confidence had grown and he'd shown great imagination and drive. I smiled as I wrote that last bit, and I knew he would when he saw it. He'd know what I meant!
THE END
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