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 8

The following Thursday found Mark with one of the worst hangovers he'd ever had after a team night at the Student Union. His head pounded until lunchtime and he still felt groggy well into the afternoon. It was Tom's fault, he reflected bad-temperedly as he walked to his early-afternoon lecture: it had been his idea to have those weird cocktails, whatever they were, and a fucking stupid idea too. But then, in fairness no-one had forced him to drink them. He'd never learn, he thought ruefully. Then the need to shit began to come to him, not long after the lecture had started. He shuffled uncomfortably in his seat and tried not to fart. He was going to Ben's place later. Ben had just bought himself a new phone with a really good video camera, and before he'd gone out the previous evening they'd had a phone wank together over the thought of filming each other shitting. Now his dick stiffened in his pants as he anticipated it. Hangovers usually gave him the horn anyway, and he sat there daydreaming hazily about Ben filming him shitting later, or maybe even doing it in his pants, or... He was still nursing a semi when the lecture ended, but the need to shit had subsided a bit and he walked towards the Union to while away the hour until his last lecture of the day with a pint and his book. Then his mind flicked back to the lecture, and he realised he couldn't quite connect what the young lecturer he'd always fancied had been saying right at the end, with how he'd started. He must have missed something important whilst he was daydreaming. Mark had never been the most conscientious of students – he was more interested in the sports and the social life than his degree, if he was honest – but his finals were only weeks away now, and it would be just his luck if what he'd missed came up in the exams, he thought gloomily. Annoyed with himself, he turned round and headed for the library.

The need to shit returned whilst he was working, and with it came the horn again. He'd already clocked the pretty, tanned lad sitting a couple of tables away. Now he cast surreptitious glances at him over his desk as he worked, seeing in his mind's eye him sitting on the toilet and wondering what it would smell like. `Oh for fuck's sake, concentrate,' he rebuked himself silently, and forced his attention back to the book he was taking notes from. Presently the lad put his things in his bag, returned a couple of journals to the shelves and walked off. Distracted again, Mark watched him as he disappeared into the corridor leading to the toilets. He was tempted to follow. There was only one cubicle in there, right next to the urinal, so if he got there quickly he might just get to listen to the cute lad taking a shit. If that was what he was doing, Mark reminded himself, but he probably wasn't, and meanwhile he still had a few pages to go. He forced himself back to work. By the time he'd finished it was nearly time for his next lecture. He threw his things into his bag, put the book back on the shelf and went for a piss. There was only one cubicle and someone was in it, wiping his bum vigorously, sounding as if he was using a lot of paper. Mark could smell shit as soon as he opened the door. It smelled nice; thicker and sweeter than Ben's, he mused. He wondered if the lad in the cubicle was hot, and he spun his piss out as best he could, until there came the sound of someone pulling up his trousers and the toilet flushed loudly. Mark started a bit as the door opened next to him, for he saw through the corner of his eye that it was the gorgeous lad he'd been eyeing up earlier. The lad washed his hands briskly and left, leaving Mark alone, hastily doing up his flies. He ducked into the cubicle at once and shut the door. He sniffed eagerly at the lad's heady smell, and then looked down into the bowl. The lad couldn't have looked behind him before he left, for a thick, slightly curled turd was still floating there, and below it the big streaky skidmarks showed where the rest of the lad's shit had slid away. The seat was still warm from his bottom and Mark pawed at his hard-on through his pants as he felt it, sniffing the stink of that fit boy's shit. He wasso horny he was tempted to wank there and then. But then he remembered that he was going to Ben's, and anyway, he only had five minutes to make his lecture now. He washed his hands quickly and went on his way, willing his semi to subside quickly.

All through his next lecture the pressure mounted steadily in his bowels, and he had to clench his bum tight to stop himself farting. He couldn't help letting a little one go as he filed slowly out of the lecture theatre, and his face reddened a bit as he saw a couple of people nearby grimace and look round for the culprit. By the time he got to Ben's he was getting desperate and he walked down the street clenching his hole tight again, with the semi rubbing uncomfortably in his pants at the prospect of what was about to happen. Ben took him straight upstairs and got him to strip naked and fart in his face. When he could wait no longer Ben took him through to the bathroom and got him to kneel down in front of the camera, and do it on all fours like an animal. Mark liked it: it felt naughty, and he liked looking back between his legs at the big log hanging down between them. Ben liked it too. He sat wanking as he watched his boyfriend's shit curl and slither from his arse, and fall to the ground, `thud ... thud ... thud!' When Mark had finished he stayed kneeling whilst Ben turned off the camera, and then came over and picked up the toilet paper.

`Mmm, your shit stinks!' he whispered approvingly.

Mark could only sigh in reply as Ben began to wipe his bum. The sensation of strong, gentle fingers around his satisfied hole was just wonderful. As soon as Ben had finished they turned around and wanked off together, until they both came all over Mark's reeking brown pile.

Mark had an idea as they were walking back to Ben's place the following Saturday. They'd been out the night before and they both had hangovers. They'd had the usual lie-in and then gone for some breakfast, and now both of them were horny and starting to need the toilet, and ambling back to Ben's anticipating the fun to come.

`You know one thing I've never seen?' he remarked casually.

`Uh-huh?'

`Two guys doing it together. A video of it, I mean.'

Oh I've seen that,' said Ben breezily. There's a vid somewhere of two guys pooping their nappies...'

`Nah, not that. I mean two guys squatting down together. You know, having a crap side by side.'

`Seen that too, I think. Hot video. But hang on, you mean we could...?'

`Yeah, if you like.'

`Yeah! That's a great idea. Want us to video it too?'

Mark hadn't thought of that, but now Ben had mentioned it, yes, he did. It was a hot idea; the two of them squatting side by side – or maybe sitting on the edge of the bath might work better – dropping their loads and wiping, and videoing it for all the world to admire. He grinned in anticipation and Ben, catching his eye, smiled back.

I really gotta go soon,' he whispered hoarsely in the crowded street. This is gonna be pretty big, I think. Come on...'

Back at Ben's house Mark set up the camera on the end of the bath as Ben watched impatiently, squirming slightly and clenching his bum. Mark needed to go pretty badly himself by then. He paused as he finished placing the camera, looked at Ben intently, and farted. The smell rose up around them and Ben sniffed eagerly and rubbed his hard-on, and then screwed his face up again.

`Let me start. I need a shit so bad. You ready?'

Mark nodded and turned the camera on. In silence, both of them lowered their pants and sat, bare bottoms facing the camera. They looked at one another in awe for a second, and then Ben nodded silently, as if to say here I go.' Listening intently, Mark heard the squelchy click as his hole pushed open, and the crackling of a turd sliding out. He started to smell the familiar aroma at once and looked round into Ben's face, eyes closed and lips pursed, concentrating on the sensation as he relieved himself. It seemed to go on for ages. Then there was a loud thump' from underneath him as the hefty log dropped. He looked round at Mark and winked.

`Your turn,' he mouthed.

Mark's bowels were full and uncomfortable and he'd been holding his shit in tight. Now he relaxed and it started to move, sliding heavily down his chute, pushing his hole open and coming out, a thick stalactite extending from his bottom. Ben sniffed at the thick stink as the first bit broke off and thumped into the bath, quickly followed by another. As he let his log slide out his piss hissed and splashed against the bath's side. Mark tensed up to stop the flow, wincing as the rest of his load piled up against his hole, for Ben was wide-eyed and mouthing that he couldn't hold on. As Mark stopped he farted softly, and started to let another one out. Mark watched his face intently, trying to ignore the pressure in his own bowels and the piss trickling from his semi. Then, as Ben paused with the turd still hanging from him, he gave in to his discomfort and the two boys sat and emptied out together, squeezing one another's hands as their turds thudded into the bath below and the smell rose up them.

`I'm done,' mouthed Ben, face rigid as he pushed out his last little nuggets.

Mark wasn't. He pushed and strained for a while with Ben watching him in wonderment, and then suddenly felt it coming. He farted wetly and let rip with another load of soft shit, sliding worm-like from him and dropping onto the pile with a series of soft thuds. It stank. Then he was finished, and he motioned Ben to pass him the toilet paper. Folding it gently, he reached round behind him and began wiping, taking care to show the paper with its big brown smear to the camera before he dropped it. Ben was reaching round under himself as well – he was going to do it sitting for once – and then suddenly Mark felt his hand underneath him. He looked round in surprise: this wasn't what they'd agreed before!

`Shh' mouthed Ben, as he began wiping Mark's bottom for him.

Mark kept quiet and let him do it, his dick stiffening until he was rock hard. Then when Ben showed him the last bit of clean paper he took over and did the same for him. Finally he was done, and stood up, took the camera and trained it first on his own huge, ragged brown heap, and then on Ben's pile of dark, curled logs. He turned it off.

`Put that down,' hissed Ben, advancing on him with his erection pulsing.

Even before they cleaned up they had a wank together. Later, before they went to bed, they lay back and watched the video. It had come out perfectly, and the sequence of them both shitting together, with Ben pushing out a thick sausage as Mark dropped a load of softer lumps had them both hard yet again. Mark uploaded it straight to his account on the videos site, then turned round to see Ben, horny and wanking idly, gazing on him with smouldering eyes.

`Mark21 and his boyfriend have a shit together' – as they called the video – created quite a stir, and the comments rolled in thick and fast:

• that was fucking hot watching you lay your cables together!

• lucky boys, love to be there

• love to eat from both of you, one after the other!

Ben loved the reaction. As he said quietly one evening, he got well turned on at the thought of other guys out there wanking off as they watched him shit. The next day he got back from work desperate and horny. Mark held the camera as he took down his trousers, squatted over a sheet of paper and curled out a big solid pile.

My boyfriend takes a dump,' Mark wrote in the caption box as he went to upload the video. He does really nice logs, and his shit smells lovely.'

Mark wanked him off a few hours later as they read the compliments telling him how beautiful his dump was, and how many of the watchers wanted to smell it too. Turned on, they did it again the next day too. Mark stood by the camera as Ben hovered over the toilet and let go another succession of big logs, and then went and wiped his bum for him on film.

• lucky boys! Awesome to see you play together like that

• wanna see you shit together again!

It went without saying they'd do it again, and again, and again. Ben, especially, was still thrilled by the thought of others getting off as they watched him shit, while Mark loved the video Ben had shot of him shitting himself and sitting in it, wriggling and moaning and wanking, and then taking down his pants to show off his brown bottom. Yet his thoughts were also turning more and more to one of his longstanding fantasies. The thought of being shat on by another guy had always turned him on, and just recently the urge had grown stronger. He fantasised about Ben doing it, but he doubted he'd be up for it and didn't want to ask, so it became his favourite daydream involving other guys. Now when he passed a hot guy at university he didn't imagine sucking his cock or being fucked by him, or even watching him on the toilet; in his mind's eye he was lying on the floor as the guy squatted across him and dropped his load. Lying in bed one evening he thought back over the afternoon at university. He'd just come away from a tutorial and was wandering down a corridor when a guy he'd seen about several times over the last year walked past him and headed purposefully into the toilet. He was sturdily built, with a cute, round face and bright eyes, and vivid red hair. Mark had always had a thing for ginger guys. On impulse he followed the lad into the toilet. It was empty, apart from one cubicle, from which the sound of the ginger lad dropping his pants and baring his sturdy bottom came through the closed door. Mark's heart pounded in anticipation, and his whirling mind seized on an excuse for being there when he didn't even need a piss. He went the washbasin nearest the cubicle, pulled his contact lens case from his bag and set about taking his lenses out to clean them. His dick stiffened as the lad grunted behind him. In the silence of the toilets he fancied he could hear the faint crackle of a log sliding from that manly arse.

`Splash! ... Plop! Plop!'

Oh wow, thought Mark; just listen to that! In his mind's eye he could see the lad's face stiffening as he pushed, and his solid log sliding from him and dropping loudly into the water. The toilet door opened suddenly and someone came in, went to the urinal and began having a piss. Mark carried on cleaning his left lens, taking his time over it and straining his ears to listen to the sounds of pissing and straining coming from behind him.

`Plop!'

The ginger lad grunted again. Mark had to stand right up to the basin to hide his semi when the other guy came over to wash his hands. He cursed under his breath when the hand dryer roared into life, and hoped the ginger lad would finish soon, for he wasn't about to risk being caught hanging about the toilets and he'd soon have finished doing his lenses. Thankfully, when the dryer faded away and the door opened and closed the grunts and plops behind him had been replaced by the sound of the lad wiping his bum. He was probably doing it standing up like Ben did, Mark guessed, and he sounded as if he was using quite a bit of paper. Then suddenly he stopped. Mark was still cleaning his right lens when the toiler flushed loudly. He sneaked a look at the ginger lad as he washed his hands next to him. He was absolutely gorgeous, and as he put his lens back in Mark's heart pounded at what he was going to do as soon as he was alone. As the door shut once again, Mark dropped his lens case back in his bag and dived into the cubicle.

`Oh wow,' he sighed, fondling his dick through his jeans.

The smell hung thickly in the air like fog, pungent and fresh. Mark sniffed deeply at it. Then, very slowly, he reached down to the feel the seat that was still slightly warm from the boy's bottom and looked down into the bowl that had received his turds. A piece of toilet paper floated there, with a vivid, reddish-brown smear across it. That tipped Mark over the edge. He locked the door, ripped down his pants and sat on the toilet with fantasies galloping through his mind. He didn't make a habit of wanking in toilets, but he couldn't help himself this time. The ginger lad was taking his pants down and squatting. He was going to give Mark his shit; any second now Mark was going to feel those big, wonderful-smelling turds. He cupped his hands under the guy's arse ... or wriggled down to let the guy do it on his cock ... or even on his face. It was coming now; his shit was coming; the ginger lad was going to make him his toilet! Before he knew it he'd spunked all over the floor. Now, lying in bed, the fantasy returned. He was standing behind the ginger lad, stretching out his hands to catch the shit starting to push its way out of him. Oh, it was such a hot thought! He reached down under the duvet, and began to stroke his cock.

Heh,' chuckled Ben when Mark told him about it the following day. I did the same thing at work last week. One of the lads from the shop floor came out of the cubicle just as I was having a piss; pretty, muscly lad. Mmm, his shit smelled great! But ... well, you were thinking about him shitting on you, doing it in your hands?'

Er ... yeah,' said Mark bashfully. I know, it's a bit too far...'

`No, it's okay.'

`You're not shocked? I know, we've never talked about actually shitting on guys ... or each other.'

`Shocked? Nah. Why should I be shocked? I get off watching you shit; this is only a step or two further on, isn't it?'

`I guess so, if you think about it that way.'

`I'll shit in your hands if you like.'

`What?!'

`Yeah, if you want me to. I ain't been for a dump today yet either. Been saving it for you! Go on, tell me you want it. Tell me how bad you want me to take a big smelly dump right in your hands!'

Mark gasped. All of a sudden his cock was trying to burst free from his pants. Ben got up silently, kissed him and wanked him slowly through his jeans, and then turned around and farted right in his face, loud and long and nasty. The smell that always turned Mark on so much blasted into his nostrils. It tipped him over the edge again. He'd never been good at dirty talk: he was too self-conscious about it and always thought he sounded silly, but now he lay back and moaned and told Ben just how much he liked his shit, and how he couldn't think of anything he wanted more than to cup his hands underneath him ready for his turds. Ben wanked as he listened, smiling as Mark told him just how into his shit he was, telling him in return how quickly it was coming on, and how he reckoned his load was going to be huge and solid. He got up and stripped naked without saying a word, and Mark lay and watched him in awe. Then Ben came over to him, waving his massive hard-on, knelt across him and shoved his arse in his face. As he undid Mark's trousers he farted again, quieter and wetter and riper. It smelled of fresh shit; Ben's shit, and Mark's cock pulsed without his even touching it as he anticipated not just how it would look and smell and sound, but how it would feel.

`Come on, let's get to the bathroom. I really gotta shit soon!'

They scampered upstairs in a haze of excitement. Half way up, at the turn in the stairs, Ben stopped and farted in Mark's face a third time. Then he took his hand and led him urgently to the bathroom, where he knelt down on all fours with his bottom sticking out and his hard-on dangling and twitching below him. His hairy hole was clenched tight, Mark saw as he knelt behind him. His heart was pounding and his head was rushing in amazed disbelief at what was about to happen. His eyes were glued to Ben's bumhole as if he were transfixed.

`You ready?'

Very slowly Mark put out his hands and cupped them underneath his gorgeous bottom.

`I'm ready. Take a shit now...'

Ben grunted in reply, tailing off to a satisfied sigh as his load began to move. His hole opened slowly, lips forced apart by the thick dark log he began releasing. It moved slowly, sliding purposefully from him and curling slightly down towards Mark's eager hands. All of Mark's senses were keyed up to the max: he was fixated on the turd; its glistening cracked surface, the heat he started to sense as it approached, and most of all the smell.

Oh Ben your shit smells so good today...' he breathed. Ooh ... oh wow!'

Ben's log touched down and began to curl around in Mark's palms. He loved its weight and hotness and heady stink. His dick was so hard it almost hurt, but he couldn't wank. All he could do was hold his hands in position below Ben's relaxed, pulsing hole and enjoy the sensation as the log tapered off, and finally fell cleanly into his hands. Ben twisted his head round to look at him, his eyes half-closed, breathing hard in his excitement.

`Feel good? Yeah? Want more?'

Mark nodded vigorously. His dick was as stiff as a ramrod – a few tugs and he'd come – but he was still powerless and loving it, even more so as Ben bowed his head again and began to grunt. His dirty hole twitched a couple of times, then eased slowly open. He began pushing out another firm, curling dark snake. Mark whimpered as it touched down, and tilted his hands over to help it curl round in his palms. It kept coming, getting smoother and moving more quickly, Ben sighing with relief as it slid from him and piled up in Mark's hands. The smell grew stronger still. Then suddenly broke off and fell heavily into Mark's waiting hands. It left a jagged plus sticking out of Ben, who gave one more grunt and a push and sent it on its way. It flopped heavily onto the pile.

Fuck that feels better,' gasped Ben. I needed that!'

`Oh it's good...' sighed Mark.

`Like it? Like me shitting in your hands?'

`Fuck, yeah, it's so horny! You got any more?!'

No,' grunted Ben, puckering out his dirty hole as he did so. I'm done. I'm empty.'

`Then wank me off. Please, I've really got to cum!'

Ben scrambled round. His own dick was pulsing and dribbling pre-cum, he was wild-eyed, and he leaned forward and kissed Mark hard. Then he reached down and began to wank him, and himself with his other hand. The lads knelt face to face, kissing, wanking, grunting and moaning louder and louder, until finally they both gave way and spunked all over the ragged, cooling mass in Mark's hands.

`You really fucking liked having me shit in your hands,' didn't you,' grinned Ben knowingly.

It was a couple of hours later, and they'd long since cleaned up and settled down with a beer.

Er ... yeah,' said Mark bashfully. It was fucking awesome, actually having you shit in my hands like that ... having you give it to me...'

Hmm,' mused Ben. He looked a bit uncertain. It feels ... wrong, shitting on you like that. It was hot, sure, but I wish we hadn't done it. I feel a bit, erm, guilty.'

`Don't. I wanted you to do it, and I'm glad you did. Why should you feel guilty over that?'

`Oh I dunno. Just feels like we went a bit too far, y'know? Ever had that feeling?'

`Yeah, a few times. It doesn't last long though.'

`I know, but ... would you want to be shat on anywhere else? I mean ... you said you imagined that ginger kid shitting on you. Where was he ... um, what was he doing to you?'

Mark's mind flashed back to the vision in it as he'd cum in the toilet the day before, amid the smell of that hot lad's dump; his face, covered in hot shit as the lad squatted across him. Even though he wondered momentarily whether he ought to admit it, he felt he owed it to Ben to be honest.

`I ... I wanted to take it in the face,' he admitted in a small voice.

No,' said Ben flatly. Just don't think about it. I won't do it, so don't ever ask.'

Lying awake next to Ben later, Mark wished he'd kept his mouth shut. Ben had changed the subject immediately, and it had been awkward between them for the rest of the evening. It was weird, he thought fretfully. Ben had agreed to shit in his hands readily enough, and yet he'd been shocked and upset by the thought of shitting on his face. That didn't make a great deal of sense, although he understood why Ben might not want to do it. He'd best accept it wouldn't happen. Meanwhile, he hated the feeling of having driven some sort of wedge between them. He loathed the feeling that he'd upset Ben, and all he could do was hope that it would blow over quickly. It probably would, but even so, perhaps he'd better not mention scat for a while, until Ben had got over his weird sense of guilt. It'd happen in time, no doubt. Ben stirred in his sleep, turned over and slipped an arm around him. Comforted, Mark snuggled down and buried his face in Ben's chest. He fell asleep at once.

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