This is a story involving light to moderate scat play between two 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.
Straight Lad's Shit
Chapter 11
If starting to think about eating his shit was one line crossed, actually tasting it was another, for both of us, and there was no doubt at all what was going to happen the next time he came over. We worked out all out in the pub before he went home, after we'd cleaned up, killing time before his train with a few pints. I could still taste his shit faintly, until the first mouthfuls of beer washed it away. Next time, I promised him, I'd open my mouth as he squatted over me.
Yeah,' he grinned. I'll make sure I've got a good big one for you. I should be able to get over one more time before I go home for the summer. You gonna try and swallow it?'
`Er ... dunno. Might be a bit much, if you see what I mean, but we can work up to that...'
`Yeah! When I get back in September, you'll be fucking eating my shit every time I come over! Oh hang on, is that the time? Shit. I'd best go or I'll miss my train, and I've got five-a-side this evening. Last game of the year.'
Two days later I was doing some work at home when my phone bleeped.
- Hey u in? I wanna go to the toilet ;-)
My heart pounded as I texted him back, telling him to come straight over. I still wasn't sure I'd be able to go through with it, but no matter: even if I couldn't bring myself to let him do it in my mouth I could just take it in the face, as I'd done so many times before. Then he texted again:
- On my way. Ate fucking loads yesterday so gonna be really big 1.
I couldn't settle after that. Even though I tried to concentrate on what I was doing, all I could think about was him, sitting on the train with the need to have a big, dirty shit building up in his bowels, clenching his bum to avoid stinking out the carriage with his farts. Yet again he texted:
- so fuckin horny, got a semi I cant get rid of an I need 2 shit real bad
I watched the clock impatiently and walked around the house chain-smoking to kill time, wondering how long it would take him to get here from the station, and exactly what would happen when he did. The knock on the door took me by surprise. Dry-mouthed I went and opened it, and there he was. He grinned coyly as I led him through to the living room where, without saying anything, he bared his bottom and motioned me to kneel behind him so he could fart in my face. Even by his standards it smelled wonderful: it was thick and meaty, the smell of one of his solid, healthy dumps.
Like that?' he breathed. Yeah? Come on, lick my arse for me.'
I needed no second bidding. I kept my face firmly in his crack as he peeled off his T-shirt and stepped out of his jeans, undressing myself too as I licked at his hole. Then he farted again, right in my mouth, and the smell overwhelmed me again, leaving me whimpering.
Strip,' he said softly. Fucking strip naked and get back to licking my arse, and get ready to eat my shit.'
So I did, and he farted in my face one more time before I led him through to the bathroom. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as I lay down on the floor, and he came and knelt over me, and ground his gorgeous bum in my face for me to lick his hole some more.
I need a shit,' he said hoarsely. I need a really fucking big shit, and you're gonna take it in your mouth, ain't you? Come on, ask me for it. Beg for it. Tell me you want my shit.'
`Oh fucking hell Connor, yes, I want it. Please, do it now, shit in my mouth. I want your shit ... oh!'
He got up suddenly and squatted over me, with his tight hole just inches above my mouth. I watched it intently, twitching and pulsing, all wet and shiny with my spit. Then, very slowly, it began to pucker out, with another little fart that smelled really fresh. That decided the issue immediately: I whimpered and sniffed, and opened my mouth wide. Above me a smooth brown lump nosed its way through his flaring pink anus.
Get ready...' he whispered. Oh, here it comes...'
His turd was solid and dark, all cracked and greasy on the surface as it began to inch from him. It came nearer and nearer; a thick brown tube, glistening, crackling softly as he let it go. I could feel its hotness, and the wonderful smell grew stronger and stronger. It touched my lips, firm and knobbly. Then it was in my mouth and the taste hit me too. I moaned aloud through it, overcome by the sensation of being Connor's toilet. I began to gag as it kept coming, filling up my mouth and curling round across my nose. Then suddenly I couldn't take it any more. I jerked my head to the side and spat it out, gasping for breath. Connor was, grunting and wanking above me, as another lump dropped from him and hit me on the cheek. He looked down through his legs.
`Get your head back up. I'm shitting on your face whether you want it or not. Come on, I got another one coming ... oh yeah!'
He grunted again as another fat turd began to slide from his dirty hole. It curled round, broke and fell across my mouth, and I licked tentatively at it, moaning. Then he strained one more time and pushed out the end of his log. It slipped cleanly from him and landed just below my nose, where it gassed me with his lovely smell. I lay and contemplated his lovely pert cheeks, his hairy crack and his dirty hole rippling gently. He looked down between his legs, with that little smirk of satisfaction he always wore when giving me his shit.
`Good, yeah? Like my shit today?'
I whimpered and nodded.
`Couldn't eat it, though, could you? You're gonna have to practice, when I get back in the autumn. I'm gonna keep shitting in your mouth till you're used to it and you can swallow it, and someday you're gonna eat all my shit and then lick my arse clean. Yeah?'
I nodded again, overwhelmed by the prospect of that. On impulse I stuck my tongue up again and tasted the turd lying heavily across my lips. Connor began to wank above me, pausing every so often as he strained.
`Now, I got to finish my shit. Oh yeah, it's coming ... oh yeah!'
He farted on me as his hole opened, twitched, opened a little further and began extruding another fat brown lump. It curled quickly to the right and broke two or three times, and the fat lumps hit me in the face like blows. He wanked harder as he did it, grunting and moaning more loudly. Then suddenly he jumped up, spun round and spunked all over my shitty face. Lying there, my face covered in his shit and the foul taste of it in my mouth, with big gobbets of his cum running down my cheeks and dripping from the softening cock he held over me, I lost control too and shot my load all over myself.
He left an hour later, after we'd had a pint in the pub, smiling over our beers at the secret of what we'd just done, and planning in hushed tones what we were going to do when he got back in the autumn.
You have a good summer,' he smiled as we parted. And I'll see you when I get back. I can't wait!'
He gave me a hug and walked off down the street. It would be a long time before I saw him again, I thought sadly, but when I did there was a lot to look forward to. That was some consolation. I'd still miss him, though. I watched him walk off into the distance, until he turned the corner and was gone.
He went home a couple of days later. I saw his mates ribbing him on Twitter a few weeks after that about how he'd pulled a girl in a club one night and spent the whole weekend with her, and not long after that they started exchanging soppy tweets. By the end of the summer his mates weren't ribbing him about getting drunk and shagging random women any more: they were telling him he was boring because he didn't come out very often and he'd quit gambling and fighting. I wasn't meant to know about that, though, and even though I was almost certain he'd say no I couldn't resist texting him round about when he'd be back at university, asking if he was around and whether he fancied meeting up.
`Nah, sorry mate. Have a girlfriend now so all that's gotta stop. It's been fun. Take care. C xx
All I can do now is enjoy the memories and carry on having my time wasted on the internet, and regret that I'll never see him again.
The end.
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