I'd been to my mates for a hot weekend session full of leather and rubber and I was driving along a quiet road during early evening. I had an urge to stop for a piss and knowing that there was an old unmanned service area up ahead (the last for a while) I decided to stop. I could feel a nice shit brewing up my arse, inside my rubber shorts and I really was getting quite turned on at the feeling of being full. The smell of my piss soaked stinking white socks under my boots was quite horny too. My rubber shorts were completely sealed with no zips and a nice tight fitting, and over them I had a pair of leather jeans. As for the top half of my body I had an old leather biker jacket on with nothing underneath except my sweating body! I pulled up outside the toilet block and decided to venture in. my mate had told me of a horny guy he knew who sometimes hung out here, and I couldn't help wondering if I was in luck. I turned the corner on the way in to the toilet block and had a quick look around. It appeared that no-one was there. The place was quite run down, and fuckin stank of shit and piss I passed the urinal trough. It was completely blocked and quite full of piss. The thought about taking a dump in the trough and refilling my boots with piss entered my head, but it passed and I proceeded to the stalls.
I looked into some of the stalls, and decided to go in the only one with a door. As I entered I saw a punk stood above the toilet bowl with a foot either side. He looked fuckin hot. He was about 20 years old and was wearing filthy ripped denim jeans, some black rubber waders, a rubber vest and mud or shit encrusted denim jacket. His hair blonde and was done up in a moho with brown lumps and streaks in it. It looked like it had been put up using shit. I paused for a moment. He stared directly into my eyes, and I stared back into his. We didn't speak a word. I slowly closed the stall door behind me, and watched a grin spread eagerly across his face. He stepped forward towards me and I moved towards him without breaking our stare. He fuckin stank but so did I, I hadn't washed in a while. Our lips met as our bodies pressed against each other. We kissed deeply and I could taste stale piss and shit on his tongue. My hands ran down the back of his filth encrusted clothes. I felt his ass, and there was a soft bulge in front of his ass hole. He had a huge lump of shit inside the leather jock he was wearing. He broke our kiss and whispered in my ear "squeeze it". I felt him push me back against one of the walls of the stall so I was trapped in-between him and the wall. "squeeze it" he urged me. I gave the lump a good squeeze. He hummed and looked deep into my eyes again. I pushed some of the shit back up his hole, through the dampness of his shitty jeans and he groaned in pleasure.
I whispered back into his ear "come back to my place for the night" and with that he kissed me deep again as a way of agreeing.
He stepped back from the wall and went to the bowl. It was half full, blocked with shit. I watched with anticipation as he told me to take me boots and socks off. I did as he said, and watched as he scooped up a handful of shit and slopped it into the left boot, and pushed it down to the toe. He did the same with the right. The punk guy took my socks and told me to put the boots back on. It felt great with the tremendous squelch of the soft and tender shit, working its way between my toes. While I was doing that he took one of his own waders off and began to scoop the shit a handful at a time into it. He continued until the bowl was almost empty and then he got one of my socks and started to wipe the bowl with it. He sniffed the sock, smiled and then shoved it down inside his leather jock. Then with a big grin on his face he put his leg back inside the wader that was a third full. He squelched his leg around in it for a moment, and then pulled it out. He licked his fingers and thrust his leg back inside. Then he grabbed the sock and we squelched out of the stall and started to make our way out. He paused by the urinal trough and took his other wader off. Then he dipped it into the pool of piss and scooped out half a wader full of piss. He then steeped back into it, causing some to spill. He dipped my second sock in the trough and the shoved it in my mouth, causing me to gag a bit at first. he ushered me towards the door and said "come on then dude, what are we waiting for?" it felt really odd walking with boots full of shit but it was fucking horny to feel the shit rising up the sides with every step I took. The smell from the boots alone fuckin stank, but not as much as all the filth we'd brought with us. I had a throbbing hard on by now, just thinking about what were going to do.
I'd half forgotten that I had to piss, or about the turtle's head trying to poke out of my hole, but I had some ideas what to do with that! The punk had to walk in an odd fashion as not to spill the contents of his waders. We got to the car and I jumped in, he sat in the passenger seat and as he got in some of the piss went on the floor and the seat got covered in the filth and stink he was covered in. The car fuckin stank and my cock was really straining to get out, making it difficult to concentrate on the road on the way home. That's without mentioning the fact I was sucking on a piss soaked rank sock. I couldn't wait...
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