Sunday Scat With Dan

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Sunday Scat With Dan

Part One

Dan's message arrived while I was browsing my kinky Grindr profile one Sunday morning, the one that hinted at ABDL and scat. His seemed completely normal, just another fit, twinky-looking lad who said he liked gaming and giving blowjobs, but his message made my cock spring to attention.

• Hey mate. I need a poo + Im really horny. Wanna chat?

I couldn't resist messaging back:

• Nice. You get horny when you need a shit?!

• Yeh sometimes. Feels so naughty holding it in!!!

• Ha ha, yeah! You really busting?

• Nah not yet, just feels nice in my bum :-)

• Gonna be a big one?!

• Probably yeh. Wish my housemates weren't in so I didn't have 2 waste it on toilet

• Unlucky. What'd you do if they were out?

• Depends. Might squat or do it in my hand, or poop my pants ;-)

• Oh nice. Like shitting yourself, do you?!

• Yeh love it! Makes me cum so hard!!!

I thought for a moment. I had no idea if he was genuine really but something told me he probably was. If so then he was really fit -- tall and slim and at 21 still twinky, with a friendly face and gingery blonde hair -- and the thought of him shitting was deliciously horny. Maybe he'd turn out to be a time-waster or a fake, but I decided to take the plunge anyway. In the event things moved faster than I'd dared hope.

• I've got my own place. Do you wanna come and shit here sometime...?

• Maybe. Wanna talk on video first tho. Exchange numbers + talk on WhatsApp?

So we did, and I got a rush to my crotch as his twinky face came up on my screen, with the light glinting in his auburn hair. He looked coolly into his camera, his small, neat mouth twisting into a sly smile that showed off his perfect teeth.

Hiya,' he smiled sexily. I'm Dan. What's your name?'

`Mark. So, you need the toilet...?'

`Yeah. Need a big poo! I've not been since Friday!'

`Oh. You constipated?'

`Nah I'm not constipated. I just don't go every day. Feels really good when I do!'

`Yeah I bet. God, I'd love to see you do it!'

`Hmm. Er ... have you ever done this before? Playing with it, I mean.'

`Not really. I've watched a couple of guys shit and once shat on a guy, but that's it. So good though! Have you ever?'

No, but I really want to. Um...' He took a deep breath. I want someone to watch me, or even make me poop myself!'

`I'll do that! Mmm, yes, I'd actually love to see a guy shit himself. I'm assuming you're not that far away, and I'm not doing anything, so if you're up for meeting...?'

He gulped and for a moment I thought he was going to back out. But then he looked back into the camera and nodded slowly.

Half an hour later I went and met him on the main road near my place, since he'd said he wanted to meet somewhere public in the first place. He was standing on the street corner when I arrived, fiddling with his phone and glancing furtively up and down the street. As I got nearer I looked him up and down, clocking his lithe body, his shapely legs and pert arse that his shorts hugged nicely. He was fucking hot, and the prospect of him shitting made blood rush to my balls and my cock stir in my jeans. Then he saw me and froze a bit, and stood watching nervously as I approached. Then he smiled, and when I held out my hand he shook it tentatively. Beyond his long fingers his palm was ever so slightly sweaty.

Okay,' I said gently as we set off back towards my place. You're alright about doing this, aren't you? No pressure or anything.'

Yeah it's fine,' he said, though his long, smiley face was still a bit tense. It's just weird. I mean, I've met guys to have sex, but this feels really different. It's something so ... I know we're both into it and all that, but I just can't quite believe you actually want to see me taking a shit!'

`That's alright. It is a pretty mad thing to do! But yeah I do want to, and more if you're up for it. If you actually wanna shit yourself...'

`Um, I don't know. Maybe. I have brought a change of pants with me, but ... we'll see!'

`That's okay, we can take it steadily if you like. After all, there's nothing to stop us doing this again, is there?!'

`Heh, no!'

He smiled at that and the tense, nervous look faded. I got the feeling he was relaxing now, and that if I played my cards right he might be up for a really horny session. My balls tingled at the thought.

So, how badly do you need to shit?' I asked, smiling slyly. You busting, or can you wait a bit?'

Nah, I'm okay,' he said, going just a little red. I don't usually get that desperate, not unless I try and hold it in for ages! I need the toilet more now but I'll be alright for a bit.'

`Mmm, good! In that case we're in no hurry, so let's take our time and enjoy it!'

Yeah, definitely!' His face cracked into a broad grin. Yeah, I can wait. Feels kind of naughty, needing a poo with you!'

Back at my place I got him a mug of tea and we sat down in the living room, talking dirty. I told him a bit more about the few experiences I'd had with other guys and what I liked doing solo, and he related how ever since he was small he'd been aroused by shit. Years ago he'd read something about a guy who couldn't get to a toilet and dirtied his pants, and since he was about fifteen he'd been doing it when he got the chance.

I love to sit in it,' he said, with the air of someone letting me in on a secret. It just feels so fucked up, it's mind-blowing. I always walk around for a bit and squat and hump and all that, but then I just have to go and sit on it!'

`Ooh, you like getting messy?!'

`Pretty messy, yeah. Like pushing my face in it! And ... I'd love someone to poop on me. Love to be a guy's toilet for him. It's my hottest fantasy, being a guy's toilet. I wanna guy to do it on my face!'

`Cor! You're well into this, aren't you! Mmm, yeah, I'd love to do that...'

Then do it,' he said, looking at me with smouldering eyes. Make me your toilet!'

He was really opening up now, and I looked amazed at this gorgeous, horny lad. He was starting to get visibly turned on, and the outline of a semi bulged out his crotch. What was about to happen -- whatever it was -- was going to be the most intensely erotic thing I'd ever known. Better still, I was just starting to feel the stirring in my own abdomen, and the first faint nudging in my chute.

Dan,' I said gently. I do actually need a shit.'

Ooh!' His eyes widened. Badly, or can you wait?'

`It's okay, I can hang on. How about you?'

He looked away for a moment, suddenly looking uncertain, but then took a deep breath and looked back at me. My heart was racing and my stomach did a backflip.

`Um, yeah I do. I'm actually really starting to need a poo!'

He sat up, shuffling and wincing, and I got another hot rush to my crotch at the sight of him visibly uncomfortable. Our eyes met then and he drew drew closer, his face as intense and alive as if we were about to kiss. I'd been right, I thought: sweet, gay young Dan was rock hard in his shorts and seemed up for almost anything. We were teetering on the edge of one of my darkest, horniest fantasies, and the buzz was like nothing I could have imagined!

I want to do it,' he breathed, leaning in closer still. I want to poop my pants for you.'

Okay,' I said slowly, trying to sound calm even though my head was rushing like I was on drugs. Shall we get to the bathroom?'

Suddenly we were both on our feet, breathing hard, fumbling with erections trapped in our pants. I led him through to the bathroom as if in a trance, listening to his big feet padding on the laminate floor and his quick, hoarse breaths behind me. The bathroom was big and sparkling white, with the toilet on one side and a cubicle with a power-shower in it opposite, beside the bath. I'd put some disinfectant and bags and so on next to it. His eyes lit on them and he swallowed, but then he turned to me with his hand on his crotch and straight away started undoing his shorts, casting eager glances at me as I began to strip too.

Once again he turned round in front of me, naked apart from his blue boxer briefs, and I marvelled at his beauty. He had perfect long legs and a cute fuzz of chest hair between his nipples, and though he was a tall, lanky guy his arse was full and peachy. He glanced at my cock, fully erect and bobbing with my heartbeat in front of me, swallowed again, and then met my eyes.

Need a poo!' he breathed. Unf, it feels so big. I'm gonna poop like a horse!'

He stood in front of me, swaying slightly on the spot and massaging his cock through his pants. Then he screwed his face up, the madly hot expression of a lad busting for a dump, and visibly clenched his pert bum. It soon passed, though, and he relaxed again and his hand went to his bulging crotch. We stood staring at one another, amazed and delighted, still trying to take in this insane, intense moment. He was breathing hard, and when he swallowed and spoke his voice was a hoarse whisper.

`Are you sure? You actually want me to poop my pants?'

`Oh yes, I'm sure! Can you do it nice and slow, make it last...?'

`I'll try,' he smiled back.

His eyes were nearly closed and he was swaying and touching himself again, his breathing slowing down. All of a sudden we seemed to cross some kind of threshold together. Time seemed to slow down and this strange calm descended on us. Even so, my stomach was churning and my cock ached exquisitely when he met my eyes with the sweetest, most lustful look I'd ever seen.

`I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna poo,' he whispered.

He was already turning round, turning away from me so I was looking at his lovely smooth back. As I came closer he took a couple of steps forward so he was in front of the bath, bent over and put his hands on the side of it, supporting his weight on his outstretched arms. Those blue pants stretched around his bum, emphasising the curves of his bubbly round cheeks as he stuck it out. For a few moments he stood there in silence, psyching himself up perhaps, and the tension was electric. He was breathing hard again.

Suddenly he farted, a long `poof' that bubbled at the end, and at once his bum visibly relaxed. The sensation as his bowels gave way must have exploded through his hot young body.

`Oh!' he sighed under his breath.

His smell hit me first. He made a fruity, pungent vapour that rolled out unstoppably from his arse, roared up my nose and made my head blow apart. I fucking love the smell of a fit guy's shit, and pretty Dan's stink drove me crazy! At the same time his hole clicked made a little slimy sound, and then his turd started to push out the seat of his boxers. He did a thick log that pushed them downwards in a point, then bent and slowly collapsed into a rounded lump. For a moment it stopped, but then he gave a little grunt and a push, and it began to bulk up, squelching softly as his turd piled up on his bottom. Dan bending over like he was being spanked, grunting and squelching and filling the seat of his pants with solid, crackling shit was viscerally, awesomely exciting, and as I took it in my dick throbbed and bounced without being touched. For a moment the sound and movement paused, but I could tell from his soft grunts that his bowel was still discharging. Sure enough, he gave a gentle strain, filling his bottom out further, and pushed out a squelching turd. It forced his lump down and squashed out underneath it, filling it out to the sides until he had a lumpy mound on his bottom. As the end came hissing out he farted softly into his big dirty shit and let out a little ecstatic gasp.

`Aah!'

The smell was really thick now, pungent and heavy like incense, and I sniffed at it deeply and looked on amazed at this beautiful lad shitting himself for me. He reached around behind and touched his bulge, ran his fingers over it and then underneath, feeling its weight. Then he grunted again and bobbed his head up a bit.

`Phew, that stinks a bit. Sorry!'

`Ooh, no, don't apologise! It's nice. Really nice! Mmm, that's a big one too. Good bulky poo! How's it feel?'

Yeah it's good,' he breathed. So heavy! God, I love pooping my pants...'

He twisted his head round and looked round at me, his face all flushed and his eyes half-closed, and we exchanged exhilarated, horny smiles.

`You finished?' I asked.

`Maybe, I dunno. I feel like I have, but when I'm really full I sometimes have to go again pretty soon.'

`Mmm, nice! Can I take a look?'

`If you want! Yeah, check out my poo!'

So I hooked my fingers into the back of his waistband, pulled it away from his smooth skin and looked down on his bottom and what it had produced. His shit was a vivid, orangey brown, contrasting with his pale skin and nestling between his cheeks in a lumpy ball of compressed turds. The smell of it came up at me more strongly.

Nice!' I said admiringly. Mmm, I wanna cum all over your bottom!'

`Ooh, yes! After I've sat in it so I've got a pooey bum!'

`Yeah! Cor, yeah, gimme a real messy bottom to cum all over! Wanna see you sit on your big brown pile!'

He stood up then and turned round to look at me. He looked almost shocked, his eyes wide, but he was smiling delightedly and his cock was massively erect. It seemed just right, somehow, for me to step forward and fumble it out of his flies, and free it to stand up proud and bob about with excitement. He had a beautiful penis, long and straight and uncut, with his foreskin rolled back neatly over its swollen bell-shaped end.

No don't,' he breathed urgently when I went to touch it. I might cum. Don't wanna cum yet. Ooh ... oh fucking hell, this is mad!'

`Amazing innit?! Mmm, turn around, lemme see your big poo again.'

He turned away again, put his hands on his hips and stuck his beautiful dirty bottom out again, and grinned at me proudly as he posed in his full pants. When he squatted down to stick his bum out more his load pressed against his skin, tweaking the hole that had released it and the sensitive bits all around. Then he began slowly to sway his hips, side to side and back and forth, so that he was humping the air with his shit pushing about on his bottom. His breathing grew heavy and he began to grunt, and he straightened up suddenly, and I caught a glimpse of his dick jerking as though he was about to cum.

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