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Toilet Fetish Twink
Chapter One
I first noticed the lad when someone posted one of his pictures to a fetish website. It was a selfie of him sitting on the toilet, holding the phone out in front of him. He was as cute as you like; a slim twinky young lad with a cute oval face, deep green eyes and spiky, dirty-blonde hair. He had his T-shirt and hoodie hitched up a bit, showing off the lower part of his flat, smooth tummy, and below his legs were long and slim and hairy. He was covering his tackle with his other hand, but he wasn't doing it very well: wiry dark pubes peeked out around his fingers, and you could still see the rounded end of his cock hanging down. I love the sight of a lad on the toilet, and he looked so hot sitting there with his pants round his ankles, grinning cheekily at the camera as he took a shit.
Whoever had uploaded the photo had added a link to the lad's Instagram account, and I got hard straight away as I looked at it. The very first photo that came up was another toilet selfie, captioned 'hangover poo,' with him sitting naked on the toilet, looking at the camera through bleary eyes, his hair all tousled. In another he was sitting in a public toilet cubicle wrinkling his nose up cutely, and the caption said, 'my shit smells.' I scrolled down a bit further, and saw that he'd posted a few photos of his shit in the toilet. He did big, manly dumps. His logs were long and cracked and a beautiful, sort of sandy, mid-brown, floating in the bowl amid smaller lumps, sometimes with a load of softer turds piled up on top. There was a naked picture as well, taken in the mirror as he faced away from it. He was tall and smooth and lithe; a gym lad's body with heavy, well-defined pecs, and the most beautiful peachy bottom. His cheeks were pale and rounded, and I fantasised about running my tongue over them as I sat there wanking. Then I saw he had a couple of short videos. One was just of his pretty face, looking coolly into the camera against the background of a tiled wall. His expression stiffened a bit, and he set his mouth more firmly as he strained. I could just hear as his arse started to squelch and crackle softly.
'Plop! ... Plomp ... Plop-plop!'
He grinned cutely and wrinkled his nose up just as the video cut off. The other one showed his face again, but then turned quickly down and backwards, past his pert body to where his slim white cheeks were planted on the seat. The camera was very shaky, but when he leaned forward I could just see down into the toilet, and the long brown log that extended down from his arse. His plops were very loud, and when he was finished he stood up and held the camera down on his chunky, curled shit. Horny and wanking I scrolled back up to the top of the page, and noticed that he lived in the same city as me. I couldn't resist logging in and sending him a message. I didn't expect to get a reply: just because he seemed to get some sort of buzz out of posting pictures of himself shitting on Instagram that didn't mean he'd want to chat with an older guy who found them a turn-on. He might have been straight, for a start. But then he did reply, and we got chatting.
His name was Nick, and at nineteen years old he was permanently horny. He was bi, and he liked fucking gay lads as much as he liked fucking girls. He was a real exhibitionist too. Doing private things in public places where he might be caught turned him on massively. He liked wanking and shagging in daring places, and he sometimes liked to film himself as well. He sent me a link to his profile on an amateur porn website, where in his videos he showed off his toned young body then lay down and had a wank right in front of the camera. His body was slim but his cock was long and thick and meaty when it was hard, and he milked it steadily until he was breathing hard. He speeded up, and then his pretty face contorted and he gasped and yelped and shot a huge load of spunk all over his six pack and pecs. He'd filmed himself having sex as well. The camera was down behind him so you couldn't see any faces, but he showed off his gorgeous pale arse pistoning up and down as he fucked some blonde girl, until she dug her fingers into his back and howled as she came. A pause and the sound of kissing and then his slim hips started to move again, and the girl began to gasp and cry out, and then she screamed as she came again. He made her cum three times and shot inside her on the third, and then as she was still gasping and squealing he turned to the camera and winked. There was one of him fucking a gay lad too; just filmed on his mobile phone in his hand, shaking violently as they grunted and writhed, then panning down to show his cock going in and out of the lad's arse. Most of his videos were him wanking in the open air, though, and another one in his bedroom where he craned his head forward as he came and shot into his mouth and all over his face. A horny young twink is such a turn-on, especially one as daring and kinky as Nick.
He'd always liked the sensation of having a shit, like everyone does, and by the time he was fifteen or so he'd realised it turned him on as well. He liked doing it in public toilets, especially where there were a lot of people around to hear him dropping his load, and sometimes he left the door unlocked so someone might walk in on him. He'd had to go straight home for a wank after some fit lad had walked in on him in the toilets at his gym, just as a big log was coming out of his arse. Recently he'd started doing it outside as well. He used to take his family's dog for a walk in the countryside to give him an excuse to go and squat behind a hedge, and a couple of times he'd needed to shit on the way home from nights out, so he'd gone and done it in an alleyway. The thought of being spied on whilst he was on the toilet fascinated him – most guys would be horrified, but he'd find it a turn-on – and he fantasised about meeting a guy who'd watch him shit. He remarked once that all his kinky fantasies were about guys, and with women he was quite vanilla. In the end he'd settle down and get married. But in the meantime sex with other men was something exciting and naughty, and involving his horniest, most taboo fetish made it even better.
He'd been amazed to get my message, he admitted. He hadn't got as far as exploring the gay scat websites, and he hadn't seriously thought he might encounter someone who found hot young guys shitting horny and wanted to see him do it for real. Now he was rock hard as he sat at his computer, wanking as we traded fantasies and cumming over the thought of what we might do together!
A couple of days later I was working at home when he messaged me.
Hey. Are you in? I'm horny and starting to need a shit!
He lived on the other side of town but he could drive, so he borrowed his mum's car and came straight over. As I got everything ready I felt almost sick with apprehension. I'd had a couple of scat experiences in the past – pretty mild ones – but it still felt like a big deal; and of course I'd never met him, and even though we'd been messaging each other for long enough for me to trust him there was still a nagging doubt at the back of my mind. I hid the kitchen knife block in a cupboard and put my wallet out of sight, telling myself as I did so not to be silly, but equally that it was better to be safe than sorry. A few minutes later he texted again, and my heart was in my mouth as I walked up the street to where we'd agreed to meet.
He was standing by his car, looking a little bit furtive as he looked up and down the street. He was so cute in the flesh, though, I noticed as I took in his slim form and pert arse. Then he saw me, hesitated for a moment, and smiled. He held his hand out as I walked up to him.
'Hi,' he said slightly awkwardly, looking me up and down. He had a pleasant, well-spoken sort of voice, with a Home Counties accent. 'Are you Mark? I'm Nick.'
'Hi, yes, that's me. So ... do you want to go and get a coffee or something, or go straight to mine?'
'Erm...' He thought for a moment. 'Can we go back to yours? I need the toilet!'
'Mm, good. Anyhow, my place is up here, just a minute or two.'
He looked me up and down again, then smiled, and we set off up the street. I noticed he was looking a bit nervous, and I certainly was, but I was fizzing with anticipation too. I couldn't quite believe that this cute lad was about to put one of my kinkiest fantasies into practice. The prospect was awesome! Looking him up and down I noticed he had a bulge in the front of his tracksuit pants, as if he was nursing a semi. Then we got to my front door. He looked around him warily again, as if he was making up his mind whether to trust me, but when I opened the door he came in willingly enough.
'So ... do you want a drink, or something?' I asked.
'Er ... no, best not,' he said, and grinned ruefully. 'I really do need a shit! I haven't been since yesterday morning, and sometimes I go two or three times a day. I had a really big dinner last night too, lots of carbs, and that always gives me a big shit the next day.'
'Nice! So ... how d'you wanna do it, then? Just want me to watch you on the toilet, or do you wanna squat for me?'
'I'll squat if you wanna see it come out. Do you wanna kneel down behind me and wank?'
'Yes, I'd love to! You gonna wank too?'
'Yes!' He laughed sharply. 'I'm so horny! It's so good that you're gonna watch me. I've always wanted someone to watch and wank while I take a shit but you can't find guys who'll do it.'
'I know. There can't be many of us into this!'
'No, there really aren't. I did once try and talk a guy I'd been shagging into it...'
'I bet he ran a mile, didn't he?!'
'Pretty much, yes. He said it was disgusting, and I never saw him again. You're sure you're okay with it, aren't you?'
'Yes, I am,' I assured him. 'I have watched a couple of guys in the past too, like I said when we were chatting.'
'Oh yeah, I remember now. So you ain't gonna be freaked out by it, or hate the smell, or anything.'
'No. Well, not unless you absolutely stink! Do you?'
'Er ... no, no I'm not that smelly. Not usually anyway! You're gonna find out soon enough though, cos I really need to go. Can we...?'
Everything felt unreal as I led him through to the bathroom. My heart was racing and my mouth felt dry, and the floor felt soft under my feet. I fixed my eyes on his peachy bottom as he walked, still not quite believing what he was about to do for me. In the bathroom he turned to me and smiled sexily.
'Go on, get naked,' he said. His voice was all low and husky and sexy. 'I wanna see you wanking while I shit.'
'Yeah, I'm going to! Had an idea, though. Why don't you sit backwards on the toilet? That way if you piss it'll just go in there, and I'll get a better view than if you squat.'
His eyes lit up and he nodded, and pawed at his dick through his pants as he watched me strip. He raised one eyebrow as I pulled down my jeans and my erection sprang out. Then his fingers went to his waistband, and he too pulled his pants down. His cock was beautiful, thrusting out from a forest of dark pubes. He stood and stroked it rhythmically for a moment, and then as I knelt down in front of him he grinned cutely one more time, turned away from me and straddled the toilet, and then slowly lowered himself down. His top rode up his lower back and showed his arse off properly. His cheeks were smooth and pale and lickable, with just a little fringe of hair in his crack as it opened to show off his darkish pink, wrinkled little bumhole. He shuffled himself into position, arse hanging over the plastic bag I hastily put down in front of the toilet, twisted round to look at me and gave that awesomely sexy little grin of his again.
'You ready?' he breathed. 'I really need to let it go now!'
'Yeah! Go on, do your big shit for me...'
He looked away again and sat stock still for a moment, as if he was psyching himself up. Then he grunted and sighed softly, his bottom seemed to fill out a little as he relaxed, and his hole puckered out a little with a soft gassy hiss, and then another. The aroma hit me at once. I love the smell of a hot young guy's shit, and Nick's was gorgeous! There was no rankness to it: instead it was light and fresh and inviting; a healthy young man's smell. It grew a little stronger as he let out another squeaky little fart. My cock was bobbing up and down without my even touching it, and my eyes fixed on his hole as he grunted softly, and it began to pucker out further. Then I saw his shit. The rounded tip of his turd peeped out from his flaring hole, then came out further as he gave another grunt and opened up wider. It was that same darkish sandy brown as I'd seen in his photos, all solid and dense and glistening with slime on its surface. It paused for a moment, sticking out of him like a brown buttplug. Then he grunted and strained a little and it slid steadily out. His hole rippled, squeezed and stretched around its lumps and cracks, making that deliciously filthy, slimy crackle as a long brown column extended down from him. The smell grew a little stronger and even more exciting. Then his turd snapped and four or five glistening inches thudded onto the floor, and as it did so the jagged broken end extended down from him as he grew another brown tail. He had a tight little arsehole and his turds weren't that thick, but they were very long and dense, and absolutely beautiful. Another hefty log dropped and bent over the first, and a third one grew from him, growing thinner as it started to taper off. Suddenly he pinched his hole shut and it dropped heavily and curled across the top of his pile.
'Uh,' he grunted. 'Oh I needed that.'
'Mmm! Yeah, looks like it. Big shit!'
'Do you like it?' He twisted round again and looked at me, wanking and sniffing behind him. 'Like watching me shit?'
'Oh yes! Your shit's beautiful, and ... mmm, it smells really good! Have you finished?'
'No. Still got loads. Fuck, this is so horny. I'm so hard ... can't piss.'
I looked him up and down as he sat there. He looked so hot and so naughty sitting over his shit, his hefty brown logs piled up and twisted around one another on the floor, with one broken end jutting out obscenely towards me. Above it all his tight little hole, now fringed with a little brown residue, puckered out and clenched up a couple of times. His smell hung heavily in the room, not all that strong but sultry and warm and amazingly erotic. My cock was still bobbing up and down of its own accord, so hard that it was actually painful. Then he pushed his hole open again, grunted softly, and curled out another turd. It slid out of him like a brown rope, breaking and dropping, curling back towards me so its jagged broken end pointed straight at my face, then dropping again. Three or four long curls fell onto his big brown pile. Then he paused, grunted, and strained out a little nugget or two. He grunted contentedly.
'Uh ... uh, I'm done. So ... wanna wipe my bum for me, like you said?'
I edged and dribbled cum onto the floor as he reached back, holding out a toilet roll. My hands were shaking as I tore off a few sheets, knelt up and reached forward until I was touching his hole. He pushed it out again and gave a little sigh as I drew the paper across it, so that it came away with a big brown stain. I folded it and did it again.
'Ooh!' he breathed. 'Ooh, that feels really nice!'
No-one but him had ever played with his arse, he'd once said. He loved fingering and fucking other guys' arses, but he'd never let them do it to him. This was different, though: having his arse wiped for him right after he'd had a shit felt intimate and sexy, and he sighed and grunted and got me to rub harder when he was nearly clean. No sooner had I dropped the last bit of crumpled paper onto the bag than he stood up and spun round, and sat back down on the toilet seat, dick in hand, looking down at me and what he'd done.
'Go on...' he whispered. 'Wank over it. Wanna see you cum all over my shit!'
I was edging already, and almost as soon as I started to wank I felt myself cumming. I couldn't stop myself, and within seconds I was moaning and dribbling pre-cum onto the floor. As my vision blurred and the orgasm rose inside me he wanked harder too, and we shot at the same time. I came all over his big manly dump, and then he leaned forward sharply and spunked all over me.
'That was so horny!' he smiled a bit later, as he put his coat on and got ready to drive home. 'You up for doing it again?'
'Of course! And we could do other things too, couldn't we? You like shitting outside, don't you, and I'd love to watch.'
'Ooh, yes! Or you could spy on me in a public toilet, or whatever we wanna do!'
At the front door he turned around and grinned cutely one more time, and held out his hand.
'Let's meet up again,' he smiled. 'And let's make it soon!'
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