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Straight Lad's Shit
Chapter 4
I didn't see Connor for a while after that. He went quiet on me for a bit, not even texting me the pictures of his shit in the toilet he'd got into the habit of sending, and I suspected he was struggling a bit to deal with how he'd got me to suck him off. Maybe it had all become a bit too much for him. He did text once to say he was busy with uni work and football but he'd get in touch once he had more time, but when he didn't I began to think he'd gone off it all and I wouldn't see him again. I was sorry about that; sorry because everything we'd done together had been awesomely horny and it would be a shame if it never happened again, but sorry also because I'd got to like him. Okay, so he was a cocky little twat who picked fights when he was drunk, but he wasn't stupid and he didn't mean any real harm. He was basically a nice guy. He was so, so sexy as well, and so tantalisingly straight. One of his mates tweeted a photo from when they'd busted into his room as he was fucking some red-headed lass on the bed, missionary style with his shirt up, his boxers round his ankles and his bum in the air. It was weirdly exciting to think that he'd done something far more private with me; that he'd got off on performing an act that he'd have kept the lass as far away from as he could. The self-confessed hooligan and Casanova who got a hard-on sitting on the toilet and wanked off with me over his shit ... shame it looked as if I might not see him again. But I was wrong. By sheer coincidence I was looking wistfully at his Twitter feed the next morning when a text arrived.
- Hey it's Connor. How u? Im out 4 beer and curry again 2nite lol u want my shit 2moro? Cx
I was free the next day, so there was no way I was going to turn that down! He posted a pic of himself on Twitter the next morning, in bed with his hair all over the place, groaning with his hangover. Then two hours later he texted again.
- Need big shit gonna be a toilet blocker u in?
He was starting to get desperate by the time he turned up. Needing to shit always made him horny, and as he sat and told me how he couldn't help letting out a fart on the train that half the carriage could smell I noticed he had a hard-on. He winced a bit and looked at me, tired and intense with his eyes half-closed, and I knew it was coming soon. My cock sprang to attention.
I need a shit man,' he breathed. Got a fucking brick up my arse ... a real fucking toilet-blocker.'
`Come on then. Let's see you do it.'
I wanna shit on you man. I ...' he took a deep breath. I been thinking about this. I wanna do it in your hands, and you can hold it for me to wank over. Let me do it man, let me crap in your hands. You said you'd let me shit on you...'
`Fucking hell! Yeah ... you can do that, give me your shit right in the hands... Do it here. Just kneel on the sofa and do it, and I'll stand behind you...'
Yeah, cool. Gotta do it now.' He pawed at his cock though his jeans, stood up convulsively and began to strip. I need a shit so bad. Gonna be so smelly...'
`Okay. Turn round, kneel on the sofa.'
He did so very slowly, and I put a couple of plastic bags on the floor below him just in case, and then took up position behind him. Scarcely able to believe what was about to happen, I reached out and cupped my hands under his smooth, warm bum. I could see his pinkish hole, fringed with wiry hair, drawn in tight. He was breathing hard.
`Okay, I'm ready.'
He bowed his head and relaxed, and sighed with relief as his load began to move inside him. His hole twitched, and began to push open. The first thing that struck me was how his shit was much lighter brown than usual; a vivid, orangey colour. It peeped coyly from his opening ring, paused, then came again as he grunted and strained. It was thick and solid, glistening on its cracked surface. He pushed more of it out with that lovely wet crackling noise until a couple of thick inches jutted from him, and the smell hit me. It fucking stank.
Ooh!' he sighed contentedly as he gave one more push and it began to slide steadily out. Oh man, here it comes!'
I could only watch as it came closer and closer to my cupped hands, sensing its weight and hotness. Then suddenly it touched down, and for the first time I actually felt his shit. It was exquisite. The stink rose up around us as he moaned and grunted and filled my hands. He really would have blocked the toilet with this one, for the fat snakes just kept on coming. It was hot and heavy and deliciously slimy as it coiled fatly from him and piled up in my hands. Overcome by the sensation I found myself moaning incoherently.
`Give me your shit Connor ... oh your shit feels so good!'
He was moaning too, sighing sexily and wanking madly. His hole squelched open again with a big wet fart. Now his shit was smoother, softer and even smellier. It seemed to go on forever. Surely he must have finished now, I thought as he paused, gasping and moaning in his arousal. Then he pushed and did yet more, and then again. As soon as he'd finished he turned around, wild-eyed and dripping pre-cum.
Gotta wank,' he grunted. Oh ... oh ... oh fuck!'
As soon as he touched his cock he came, firing it all over me and the brown pile I held. I could only stand there amid the stink, with his shit all hot and slimy and heavy, starting to congeal in my hands. I was so hard it hurt, but there was nothing I could do. I wanted to wank with it, stuff my face in it even, but that would be too much for him. He looked me up and down, wild-eyed.
`You ... you need to get off too?'
He reached out and touched my cock hesitantly. His fingers closed lightly round it and he began to wank me, slowly at first but then harder and harder. He began touching himself again as well as I got closer and closer to cumming, and then I held the shit down near my end so I could spunk and spurt all over it. As soon as I had he grabbed himself again and shot his second load all over it.
Oh fucking hell,' he breathed. Oh that was unbelievable!'
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