Mark

This is a story involving a young man's solo scat fantasies, progressing on to light and heavy scat and other sexual activities between young 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.

Mark

Chapter 7

The whistle blew three blasts, and a cheer went up from around the pitch. It was the very last match in the regional inter-university football tournament, and Mark's team were the surprise challengers, having come from well behind to take on the reigning champions in this final deciding game. They'd played well but they couldn't quite pull out an advantage and it had been 1-1 right into extra time. Then Mark had spotted an opening and put a shot spot on target minutes before the whistle. He'd given the university the championship, and now he was the hero of the moment. He swaggered off the pitch in triumph. A crowd of second-team players, supporters, mates and girlfriends waited to congratulate him and greet the team as they headed for the changing rooms. Among them, waiting with Chris and Adam, was Ben.

You were brilliant! I'm proud of you,' he said as he kissed Mark's lips. And you're covered in mud, so I'll wait to give you a cuddle until you've had a shower!'

Mark grinned, kissed him again and then went off to get showered and changed. The rest of the team were waiting for him, cheering as he walked in, and teasing him about having brought his boyfriend along. Mark didn't much mind: teasing was all it was and no-one meant any harm by it, although he did wish he'd not let slip in a drunken game of `truth or dare' the other year that he was mainly a bottom. Jokes about taking it up the arse had followed him ever since. Not that Ben would mind, Mark thought fondly. He was waiting again when they came out of the changing rooms so, ignoring the wolf-whistling, Mark gave him a long kiss, and they walked over to the Union bar holding hands.

They had only been seeing one another for a couple of months, if that, but it felt like far longer. Both of them had been heard to say it felt as if they'd known one another for ages, and they'd fitted into one another's lives as if they'd always been there. Ben spent a lot of time at Mark's house and had become friendly with Chris and Adam, whilst Mark stayed at Ben's place a few nights most weeks. It was not much further from university than his own house so during the week he could easily get up in time for lectures, and at weekends, except when he was playing football, they spent long, lazy mornings snuggled up together in bed. The sex was wonderful, and their shared fetish spiced it up even more. That was another reason Mark spent so much time at Ben's house: neither of them ever went for a shit on their own there, and neither of them wiped their own bottoms. Doing it for each other and sharing their most private act felt wonderfully intimate. Ben especially found having Mark watch him poo and then wipe him a massive turn-on, and the sex afterwards was explosive. Usually they just did it in the toilet, but when they had time and inclination they squatted over paper or did it in the bath with the other one kneeling behind, watching and wanking as the shit dropped in front of them. It was wonderful, and getting better all the time. Mark looked fondly over at Ben, chatting happily with Ash and a couple of the others at the bar. He was such a nice and interesting guy that he'd fitted in really well there too, Mark thought. Ben glanced over, caught his eye and winked.

`Just you wait until I get you home,' he mouthed.

Not long after, Joe said loudly that he needed to go for a dump. Joe was tall and handsome, with a lovely oval face, bronzed skin and spiky dark hair, and Mark had fantasised about him on the toilet many times in the past. When he overheard Joe's announcement his ears pricked up, and he followed him at a safe distance towards the toilets. Joe was already in a cubicle taking his trousers down when he got there, so he ducked into the other one, dropped his pants, sat down and listened.

`Plop ... plop ... plop-plop ... plop ... plop.'

Joe's splashes came at long intervals with lots of grunting, as if he were slowly pushing out a big log, and Mark's dick stiffened as he listened. The thought occurred to him that he'd better try and do some of his own, just in case Joe should wonder why someone was sitting in the next cubicle. He'd been earlier that day and he didn't need to again, but he pushed and strained and managed to get a few small lumps out. As he did so Joe pissed, and then farted wetly and let go a string of rapid-fire plops. He grunted, and then a half-minute or so of silence convinced Mark that he'd finished. Sure enough, the toilet roll holder rattled, and he appeared to stand up. Mark sat and listened in silence as Joe wiped his bum vigorously, using a lot of paper. He started on his own as he heard Joe starting to pull up his trousers, and then the toilet flushed next to him. He was alone when he came out of the cubicle, so he ducked quickly into Joe's. The smell was thick and ripe, and he'd left big, dark skidmarks across the bottom of the bowl. Mark stood and took it in, sniffing at the stink and imagining the thick lumps dropping from Joe and adding to the pile under his bottom.

Oh God, you've been for a shit,' laughed Tom when he returned to the bar. Best not go in the toilets for half an hour!'

`No, it's okay ... not too bad: I'd been earlier,' said Mark bashfully, and then changed the subject as fast as he could.

Later, much later, Mark and Ben walked back through the quiet streets, a bit drunk and laughing amiably about the evening.

`Oh, you know that lad I was talking to; the pretty blonde one, Ash?' asked Ben

`Yeah?'

`Was he the one who shat himself on the coach that time you were telling me about?'

`Yeah, that's him.'

`Heh, that's hot ... and you were right next to him when he did it?'

`Yup. Fucking stunk as well. And it was massive; you know, you could see his pants all bulging out with it. Was awesome!'

`I bet. Er ... I've never done that, you know.'

`What, shat yourself?'

`Yeah. Not since I was a kid anyway, not on purpose. It's hot watching guys do it, you know in videos, but I've never tried it.'

`I have a couple of times. Did it the same evening as when Ash did, actually.'

`What, on purpose?'

`Yeah. It was ... I'd thought about doing it before, but I'd never had chance and been in the mood. Then when seeing Ash do it was so fucking horny, and my housemates were away that day ... and I got carried away and did it.'

`Cor! What's it like?'

`Feels amazing! It's a really weird feeling at first, but it feels so ... kind of naughty. And it feels really nice, feeling it spread out across your arse.'

`What did you do afterwards? You know how some guys sit down or smear it or something.'

`I fucking sat in it and had a wank!'

`Oh wow that sounds awesome! I wanna do that! Would you like to see me do it?'

`Yes!'

`Tomorrow, when I need to poo?'

`Oh yeah, let's do that ... be amazing, watching you.'

Just then they reached Ben's front door. Mark was yawning, tired after a long day and too much beer, so they went straight to bed. His eyes were starting to close even as Ben slipped under the duvet next to him, and he snuggled gratefully into his arms and drifted off to sleep.

`Oh God, I need to poo so bad now,' Ben groaned.

They'd lain in late the next day, both a bit hung over, and then got up and gone for something to eat. Ben had started to need a shit as they sat finishing their coffee afterwards, but they hadn't hurried back. Instead they'd sat and anticipated what they were going to do, talking in whispers as the pressure built up slowly in Ben's bowels. By the time they walked home he was starting to look uncomfortable, and now, an hour or so later, he was squirming, clenching his bum and letting out little, hissing, need-a-shit farts that smelled very strong.

I got a massive dump coming,' he breathed. This is gonna be huge... Oh fuck, I can't hold this much longer. Seriously, I'm gonna shit myself soon.'

Go on, hold it a bit longer,' said Mark in a hoarse whisper, reaching out to wank his cock through his jeans. It's fucking hot, seeing you desperate like this.'

`I can't, I'm near enough turtle's-heading! Come on...'

Ben got gingerly to his feet. Mark followed him upstairs to the bathroom, hungrily watching his pert bottom moving in his jeans and imagining what was about to happen; how Ben would look and sound and smell as he shat himself. Upstairs they both stripped to their pants.

Oh Christ I gotta go,' moaned Ben. He was moving jerkily, bum clenched tight as he fought to hold in his load. I need to poo so bad!'

Mark put a hand on his bottom, pulled him round and kissed him.

Come on then,' he breathed, looking into Ben's eyes. Let's see you do it ... shit your pants for me.'

He sat himself down on the side of the bath, still holding Ben's hand as he turned around, bent his knees a little and stuck his bottom out. His bum looked gorgeous, peachy cheeks tightly covered by the white cotton of his boxer briefs. Ben wriggled a bit, his face screwed up in concentration.

`Ooh, this feels weird. I'm so desperate, I really gotta fucking poo, but it feels wrong, like I can't go with my pants on.'

That's okay,' said Mark, squeezing his hand. It'll come. Just relax...'

Ben nodded, gave a little push and grunted. He relaxed, and then pushed again. His eyes widened.

`Ooh! Ooh ... it's coming!'

A soft clicking, crackling sound started to come from him. He stuck his bum out a bit more, just as a dimple appeared in the back of his pants, growing quickly into a spike, the pointed head of a thick log. The smell hit Mark at once and he sniffed at it eagerly, his cock growing even stiffer in his pants.

`Oh God, I can't stop it,' moaned Ben.

He farted, all muffled in his turds. More forced its way out and the spike in his pants collapsed into a lumpy bulge that kept growing as his bowel emptied. He sighed with relief.

`How's that feel?'

`Oh ... oh God it feels good ... ooh gonna do some more!'

He pushed again, grunted and did a bit more. The bulge sagged to the left and the smell grew stronger.

`Hang on, let me have a look. Wanna see what you've done.'

Mark stood up, pulled out the back of Ben's pants and looked down on the big, solid block of shit pressed up against his bottom; the smears of it across his pale cheeks. Ben looked round, eyes nearly closed, breathing hard.

Gotta wee,' he sighed. Oh ... don't wanna piss myself, and I'm too hard to go in the toilet!'

In the bath, piss in the bath!' hissed Mark, moving aside so Ben could turn around, pull out his stiff cock and send a jet of piss arcing into the tub. When it tailed off he turned around again, standing awkwardly with his bum sticking out. Gonna finish your shit for me?'

`Yeah ... uh,' grunted Ben, straining. There was another crackle in his pants and the bulge swelled a little further. He straightened up.

`Think I'm done ... ooh, no I'm not!'

He bowed his legs again and did a bit more. Then he turned to Mark and smiled dirtily.

`Like that?'

`Yeah! Let's have a look...'

Ben turned and stuck his bottom towards Mark, who bent to examine the bulge closely, and pulled out the back of his pants to look again at the brown pile Ben had produced. The last of his shit was softer than usual. It had covered his lower bottom, and it really stank. Mark sniffed deeply, drinking it in; the familiar, wonderful smell Ben made, but harsher and nastier. He let go and the pants snapped back against Ben's skin. He whimpered.

`Feel good, does it?'

Mmm! Yes!' Ben wiggled his bum. God, I never thought it would feel so fucking good...'

`Good, isn't it?! Go on, wriggle about a bit: feel it move ... yeah, like that. Bend over now ... and again; go on, touch your toes!'

'Oh,' moaned Ben. `Oh God I can't believe how good that feels!'

`Is it touching your balls yet? Feels nice when it does that.'

`Nearly...'

He spun round suddenly and kissed Mark hard, and they stood and kissed and wanked one another gently through their pants, amid the stink of what Ben had done. Mark reached around and ran his fingers lightly over the bulge, pressing it onto Ben's skin, drawing little whimpers from him even as their tongues played together. Ben looked at him wild-eyed as they drew apart.

`Wanna sit in it? Go on, I wanna see you sit in it.'

`But ... gonna be messy!'

`Don't worry, it'll feel good. Come on...'

Mark sat down again on the edge of the bath, took Ben's hand and held it gently as Ben lowered himself slowly down. Mark stopped him just as the poop touched down, and got him to bounce gently up and down for a space, whimpering with the sensation, before letting him plonk himself down firmly with a loud squelching sound.

Fuck! Oh my God!' gasped Ben. Oh ... oh that feels unbelievable!'

`Go on ... have a good squish. Bounce up and down a bit, and back and forward ... yes, like that!'

Ben wriggled and bounced and squished, face contorted, moaning half-coherently about how good it felt on his bum and around his balls. He settled back into it, eyes half-closed, wanking through his pants. Mark watched him, running his hands over his chest and thighs and cock. All of a sudden he began to feel a stirring in his own bowels, realising as he did that it was getting on for his usual time.

`Ben...'

`Oh ... oh yeah?'

`I need to poo as well!'

`Oh yes, please ... do it in your pants as well! Kneel over me ... shit your pants right in my face!'

Ben got up unsteadily from the toilet. His backside was covered in shit, caked into the back of his pants and starting to squash out round his thighs. He got down on the floor and lay on his back in his mess, and Mark got in after him and knelt over him, sticking his bum right in Ben's face. He farted a couple of times, and Ben moaned and sniffed as the stink of his boyfriend's nasty hangover shit hit him.

`Ready? Ready for my shit?'

`Oh fuck yes!'

Mark relaxed and his shit began to move immediately, sliding down the chute and pushing painfully at his hole.

`Gonna do it now ... it's coming!'

Ben nodded and whimpered, and even as he did so Mark's hole gave way, opening up with a slimy `click,' and the shit began to slide lumpily between his cheeks and push out the back of his pants.

`Mmm! Mmm! God that's so smelly!'

Mark grunted with relief as the warm, lumpy mess spread across his bottom. His shit was massive; a big, dirty hangover poo that just kept on coming. The stink rose up around him along with Ben's gasps and moans as he wanked. Eventually the flow tailed off. Ben reached up and touched the bulge, then pressed a little harder, and Mark whimpered with the sensation as the poop spread further.

`Turn round.'

So he did, and Ben wriggled up into a sitting position, leaving a broad brown smear behind him. They kissed hard, wanking one another, and Ben ran his hand down Mark's back, and again began rubbing gently at his bulge.

`Like that?'

`Fuck yes! Keep going! Give me a real messy bum ... oh wait, I've got more!'

Ben cupped the bulge in his hand as Mark strained, did a muffled fart and then pooped again. It was soft and mushy.

`Mmm! Oh that stinks!'

`Oh fuck it feels good. I wanna sit in it now.'

`Do it on the toilet. Go on!'

So they got up, and Mark contemplated the brown sticky mess of Ben's bottom. All of a sudden he had an urge to stuff his face into it, but Ben was guiding him to the toilet, holding his hand, smiling encouragingly as he lowered himself into his pile. He let out a gasp as he sat down and the shit squashed up around his balls. He wriggled to and fro. Then he pulled Ben backwards.

`Come and sit on my knee.'

Ben's poopy behind felt warm and sticky, and he groaned and whimpered as Mark pressed his crotch into it and bounced him up and down, spreading the mess about. Mark began to groan too, uncontrollably, so good did the rubbing against his cock feel.

`Gonna cum?'

`Yes ... soon.'

Ben got up suddenly, dragged Mark up with him and kissed him passionately. They stumbled over to the bath, got in again and hauled one another's pants down. Kissing, wanking, rubbing one another's messy bottoms wildly, it wasn't long before they both came.

The toilet and the floor were smeared with shit, and both of the boys' bottoms, legs and hands were covered in it. The house stank of their turds. Cleaning up took them ages, but as Ben said later, it was kind of nice doing it together, smiling and sharing the come-down off the high. Eventually, when they'd finished, they had another long, cuddly shower together and then went out to the pub, just like a normal couple. They bumped into Tom and a few of his mates while they were there, ended up staying late and got a bit drunk again. As they ambled home Mark reflected on how weirdly natural it all felt, chatting away with a mate only a couple of hours after he and Ben had covered one another's backsides in shit. He thought he'd feel awkward and shy and guilty, but instead it just felt as if they'd been having normal sex – and Tom probably thought that's exactly what had happened. Was that right? Should he feel so comfortable about something so kinky? He fretted about it aloud.

Don't think about it too much, eh?' Ben said gently, as they climbed into bed. It's you and me, and no-one else need know. Just enjoy it.'

`Mmm,' sighed Mark, suddenly too tired to muse on it any more. He kissed Ben's lips, snuggled down into his arms and fell asleep straight away.

Enjoyed this? I took a break from Mark for a bit so this chapter's been a long time coming, but more will follow along soon. Feedback and ideas are very welcome: namabmas@gmail.com

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