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 5
If Connor really had found getting sucked off by a guy difficult to deal with, he must have got over it by then, because he clearly had no such problem with having wanked me off. The very next day he rang me from work, talking in an urgent whisper, saying he was on his way to the toilet and wanted me to listen to him taking a dump. The door banged, his belt jingled and he pulled down his pants. He held the phone close to his bum, and grunted.
Plop ... splash-plop.' He grunted again. Plomp ... Plop! Plop-plop!'
I heard a door open and talking somewhere near him, and the line went dead. He texted a few seconds later.
- wish u cud smell this lol, it fuckin stinks!!
I wished I could do. As it was I had a wank over the photo he messaged me before he wiped his bum. His shit was back to its normal colour now; thick dark logs curled fatly around the pan. He texted again.
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U gonna be in 2moro? I wanna give u my shit agen!
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Yes, I'm in! come round and shit on me whenever you like!
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will do m8. Goin out 4 beer n tea tonight so shd be a big 1!
He had the hangover horn when he turned up early the next afternoon. He was red-eyed and a bit moody, and he showed me his bruised knuckles from the scrap he'd got into with some of his mates later that night. The police had showed up and he was lucky not to have been arrested. He was sultry and dominant and even a bit aggressive, and that was even more of a turn-on: more than anything else I just wanted to submit to him and be his toilet.
I need a shit,' he said huskily, as we sat smoking. You know that moment when you can feel it all up your arse, and you know you're gonna start getting desperate soon? That's me now. I wanna go to the toilet!'
He paused and looked at me coolly, licking his lips, and I knew what he was thinking. My heart pounded.
`Do you, erm ... wanna use the toilet, or...?'
`No. I want you to be the toilet. You've said you wanna be, and now I'm gonna make you do it for real, make you be my toilet and take everything that comes out, just like the bog at home has to. Want that?!'
`Oh fucking hell Connor, yes, I want your shit bad. Fucking squat over me and do it.'
`Alright. Where d'you want it?'
`On my chest. Fucking squat over me and give me it.'
`Good. Yeah, I'll do that. I'm gonna shit nice and slow, really make you feel it and smell it and wank while I do it. Come on, I gotta go.'
Everything felt unreal as we went through to the bathroom, except the curves of his bottom as I followed him up the stairs; that gorgeous arse that was soon going to be letting out his waste all over me. Once in there I pushed the mat to one side and placed the toilet roll on the floor next to us, and we began to strip. He was rock hard, and his cock bulged out his boxers and then bounced free as he pulled them down. Momentarily I thought back to that girl, squealing and writhing with that hefty shaft inside her. Then he stood up straight and motioned me down onto the floor, to lie underneath him breathing hard and whimpering with desire. He stood over me and turned around, leaving me looking up his thighs and bottom and back. Then, slowly, he squatted down until his bum hung inches over my chest, and I really got the toilet's view; right up his hairy arse as he got ready to drop his load. His pink, wrinkled hole rippled gently, and I imagined what it was holding back, and groaned. I'd never been so hard in my life.
Now,' he breathed. You ready? Ready for my shit?'
`Oh fucking hell Connor, yes, I want it so fucking bad!'
`Good, cos it's coming. I'm gonna shit ... now ... ooh ... oh here it comes!'
His hole pulsed again and eased open, and he farted. It echoed in the room as I felt the puff of gas on my chest, and then I got the smell; Connor's smell; the rich, spicy reek of his shit, all fresh and overpowering. Now his hole was pushing open properly and he was grunting excitedly as his shit started to slide out. It was thick and firm and shiny; curling sinuously round and to the left as it crackled through his arsehole. It broke suddenly and fell, and I cried out aloud at how it felt, all hot and heavy on my chest. Even as I tried to take in the sensation the next fat curl dropped from him, and the next and the next. They dropped onto one another and curled lazily over, building up into a weighty pile. I was beyond anything now, wanking helplessly in the heaviness and overpowering stink as Connor kept grunting and shitting; using me as his toilet. He farted softly through his turd as it dropped another lump on me. I can't describe how good it felt; it was some amazing mix of degradation and honour at doing this for him, and disgust and wonderment at the pile he was curling out on my skin. Then the tip of his huge snake slid cleanly out and his dirty little hole closed behind it. His cock twitched as if he were trying to piss, even though he was wanking hard.
Oh I needed that!' His voice dropped to a hiss. Like that, pervert, yeah? Like having me drop my shit all over you?'
Yes!' I gasped in return. It's fucking awesome! I can't believe how good this feels. Got more?!'
Yeah,' he grunted. Loads ... oh!'
His filthy hole squelched open again and he began doing another one, slimmer and smoother, sliding lithely from his bum until he pinched it off, leaving me whimpering and wanking, and him grunting as he held it back. Then he let go again.
There you are...' he gasped as he pushed out turd after thick turd. Yeah, I'm shitting on you ... givin' you my big dirty shit ... can you smell it ... go on, sniff my shit ... uh, come on, fucking moan ... uh ... tell me you fucking love it, you filthy cunt ... uh ... another one's coming!'
I begged him for more of it even as he squatted there with yet another greasy brown tube curling from his farting, crackling, filthy arsehole; I told him I adored his shit and I loved being his toilet; and I sniffed eagerly at his exquisite stink and wanked madly. He took his cock in his hand and began to do it too, even as he was still grunting and forcing out the last little morsels in his chute. In that moment I'd have given anything to lick his bum clean for him. Then he stood up convulsively and turned, grunting that he'd finished. His eyes widened as he looked on what he'd done to me, as if he couldn't quite believe it, and he swallowed almost nervously as he knelt back down, waving his cock over his ecstatic toilet, and he looked into my eyes. I wasn't even touching my cock, but even so I came. I couldn't stop myself; it just burst from me, and he squealed aloud as it spurted all over his back and bottom and thighs. He gave a few sharp tugs on his cock, and then his head went back and he roared aloud as he came into my open, waiting mouth.
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