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Toilet Fetish Twink
Chapter Five
I'd never been so turned on in my life. My dick was so hard it actually hurt, bobbing up and down with my heartbeat and dribbling pre-cum onto the floor even though I wasn't even touching it. I'd cum straight away if I did. I was naked, kneeling on the living room floor with Nick standing over me. I whimpered and edged again as he turned away from me, lowered his pants and thrust his arse in my face for the fourth time that day. He waited as I leaned in until my face was between his cheeks with my nose nearly touching his arsehole, and then he farted.
He'd been out for dinner again the night before, he'd told me earlier, with his eyes dancing and his crotch bulging. He'd gone to a Mexican restaurant in town with some friends and had a massive meal. He'd drunk quite a lot too, and that morning he'd had to lie down on his bed and clench up until the need to take a big hangover shit had subsided. Yet it hadn't gone away completely and his bowels had felt full all day, and all the beans and spicy food had made him gassy too. His farts were dense and ripe and madly erotic. Nose between his cheeks, I moaned and edged as he gassed me. He let out a log, low rasp, and then a wetter fart whose smell almost made me gag. I'd never felt so intensely submissive in my life, and I was craving what was going to happen next. I wanted it more than I'd ever wanted anything, ever. He straightened up again, pulling his arse away from me.
'I need to go to the toilet soon,' he said. 'You got everything ready?'
'Yeah, just like we agreed.'
'Good. Now, wanna suck my dick?'
I nodded eagerly and he pulled his T-shirt off, and then dropped his pants completely and stepped out of them, so that he was naked in front of me. He turned around and waved his hard-on in my face, stepped forward and let me close my mouth around it. As he fucked my face he began to talk softly, pure filth about how he needed a big dirty shit. He had a huge, smelly load up his arse, and he wanted to use his special toilet who'd moan and wank underneath him and wipe his arse for him when he was done. He thrust his cock right into my throat and I could feel him straining. Another little fart escaped him, and then a sharp intake of breath as he clenched up.
'Uh!' he grunted. 'Really need to shit now. Come on.'
He pulled back out of my mouth leaving the taste of his cum behind, his cock shining with spit, and I got up and followed him through to the bathroom. My heart was racing and my palms were sweaty, and my head was spinning as I tried to take in what he was about to do to me. In the bathroom I'd laid a plastic sheet on the floor, and next to it a toilet roll. He turned around, fondling his beautiful cock, and motioned me to lie down. The sense of submission returned as I did so, spread-eagled on my back, looking up at him in awe. He seemed more stunningly handsome than ever. The tension reached a climax as he stepped forward and stood over me so that I was looking right up at the beautiful curves of his back and his bottom. Then he squatted down. I put up my hands, elbows on the floor to brace myself, and he lowered himself down onto them until he was sitting with his arse about a foot above my chest. I stared wide-eyed into his crack and at his wrinkled, pink little hole. Looking down I could see my dick, rock hard and throbbing, with pre-cum oozing from its end.
'Are you ready?'
'Er ... yes. Oh fuck yes, give me your shit Nick!'
'Yeah,' he breathed. 'I'm gonna do it ... uh ... ooh, here it comes!'
His arse relaxed, and his hole puckered towards me and flared out a little. As his pink ring opened I saw the brown mass behind it, and then the slimy hiss and crackle started up as it slid down towards the exit. He grunted excitedly. Then his hole opened wider, and the rounded, lumpy end of his turd emerged. It paused for a second or two, and then as he gave another grunt it came on again, and the rounded end grew into a cracked tube extending slowly out of him. It was thick by his standards, all solid and slightly lumpy, pretty much his usual colour but with lots of dark flecks and the odd little light lump buried in it. I lay and watched in amazement, and moaned as the smell blasted up my nose, stronger and denser and nastier than I'd ever known him. I was edging like mad. His turd was still sliding out, four or five hefty inches jutting from his hole that rippled and stretched around its lumps and cracks, and then it began to curl downwards and pull apart. I actually cried out as it broke off and dropped. The blow as it landed right between my nipples was like a punch, and then it toppled over and lay over my right nipple, all hot and heavy. He gave another little strain, and the end of it curled upward, twisted to the right, and then dropped down and fell heavily next to the first. His pink hole, now brown in its centre, closed up behind it.
'Oh...' I moaned. 'Fucking hell...'
'Okay?'
'Yes! Oh God it's fucking amazing. You've no idea how mad this is. I'm your fucking toilet!'
'Yeah! Fucking giving you my shit! Ooh ... uh ... oh another one's coming!'
I whimpered and edged. Above me his hole began to pucker out again, and another log began to push its way out. It was smoother, slightly softer than the first. It curled fatly from his hole, hanging slightly to the left, and three or four thick inches pulled away and dropped stickily onto my chest. The broken end of it grew into another fat brown curl, and then when that dropped onto the growing pile he followed it with another one that tapered off and slid cleanly out of him, leaving a little smear on the inside of his right cheek. The smell hung around us like thick fog. I was completely lost in what was happening now, utterly degraded and worshipping this exquisite young guy who was giving me his shit. It was a privilege to be his toilet like this, and I loved him for it. His turds were obscenely beautiful, the pile of broken-ended curls between my nipples covering one end of the first cracked log he'd done, and as his hole twitched and puckered out with a wet, threatening little fart I knew there was more to come. Edging uncontrollably, I lay and waited.
Now his shit was smooth and sinuous, and it oozed from his arse with a filthy crackling sound and little gassy farts. Lump after lump landed, and the pile on me grew heavier and hotter and stickier. Above me he was grunting excitedly and sniffing at his own smell. The brown reeking flow went on for ages, until finally it ended in a couple of little sputtering farts. He flared his sticky brown hole out, and one last little curl fell away from it.
'That's it. I've finished.'
He rocked forward a little, freeing my hands up to wipe his arse for him. I was shaking so hard I could barely do it, and I almost smeared shit across his cheek as I lifted the first wad of paper away with a great brown smear across it. He began to talk dirty again, telling me how much he'd enjoyed using his toilet, and how good his huge shit had felt as he'd done it. Then when he was nearly clean and I was rubbing more vigorously at his hole he reached out and took my cock in his hand.
'Ooh!' I yelped. 'Oh! Oh don't ... you'll make me cum!'
'Yeah! Go on, spunk all over yourself. Wanna see you spurt all over my shit!'
'I ... oh! Oh fuck!'
I'd never cum so hard in my life. I actually shot right over myself so that it spattered on the floor above my head and all over my face, and then all over my body and his shit. Blissed out, I lay there as he turned round, tugged a few times at his own dick and shot all over me.
One afternoon the following week we were back at the copse again. I was kneeling on the ground wanking: he was sitting on the fallen tree with his pants around his knees. His bumhole was wide open, and from it hung a long, lumpy turd, with its knobbly end curled forward towards the tree and a big crack opening up just above it. Slowly it pulled apart, and then the hefty round lump dropped to the ground with a sturdy thud. He turned and grinned at the as the log still hanging from him came out a bit further, so that he had five or six inches hanging down.
'Ooh this feels nice. Really needed this shit. Can you smell it?'
I shook my head. His firm shit didn't smell much=, and in any case the breeze was blowing his aroma in the other direction so I was only getting the faintest of whiffs, but the sight of him doing it was horny beyond belief. I dribbled spunk onto the ground as he pushed gently again, and his turd slid cleanly out of him. It bent nearly at right angles as it thumped onto the ground.
'Mm, that's a solid one. What have you been eating?!'
'Oh, been eating stodge again. Had toad in the hole last night. Feels real nice doing it when it's solid like this.'
'Yeah you sound like it. I wish you were shitting on me again!'
'I bet you do. I've never seen you so hard ... ooh, another one's coming!'
His hole flared out and he pushed out another long brown tube, thinner this time. It grew to four or five inches, snapped off, and then the end curled from him and dropped onto it. As we talked he strained a little, and his hole flared in and out, with just a little brownness in the middle of his pink ring.
'Uh,' he grunted. 'Love to shit on you outside. Somewhere like this.'
'Ooh! Yes! God, just think how naughty that would feel! We can't, though. I can't very well walk back to the car or go home covered in your shit.'
'No, but you don't need to be naked, do you. If you lay under a bag or something, or wear gloves for me to do it into your hands.'
'Ooh! Ooh, yes I hadn't thought of that. Can we?! Oh ... are you doing another one?'
'Yeah. Gonna finish now.'
He finished his dump in a long series of long, thin turds that curled easily from him and piled up on his logs. The smell thickened, and his bottom was a bit dirtier by the time he was done. The sight of him sitting there finishing his big shit drove me wild, and I had to leave off wanking so I didn't cum before he was done. Instead we wanked off together after I'd wiped him, and shot all over his pile.
One day the following week we headed out of town again. I glanced over at him as he drove. He looked ever so slightly tense; that look he sometimes had when he really needed the toilet. I ran my eyes down across the dashboard, to where a box of disposable plastic gloves stuck out of the door pocket, and then back to him again. He caught my eye and grinned, and winced a little.
'Need a shit...?'
'Yeah, big time. Been eating more fruit and veg, like I said earlier, and it ... it makes it come on quicker, if you know what I mean.'
'Yeah, I do. Makes it softer too, doesn't it.'
'Erm ... no, I'm not really finding that. Maybe a bit, but it's still pretty solid. It's a bit smellier perhaps, and bigger too.'
'Really?! But you do massive shits anyway!'
'Yeah I know, but they've been even bigger the last few days. I actually blocked the toilet yesterday morning! I did this massive turd and then another load on top of it, and the toilet wouldn't flush when I'd wiped. I'm finding I need to wipe a bit more but it wasn't the paper that blocked it; just the size of my shit!'
'Cor! Gonna do another one like that, do you reckon?'
'Probably. That was first thing yesterday and I've not been since, and I ate so much. Like, I had a proper full meal at lunch and then went out for dinner, and I had a big breakfast this morning too.'
His face stiffened and he leaned slightly to the side, and then I smelled his fart. It was slightly stronger than usual, and just a touch nastier. My dick stirred a little in my pants, and he looked around and winked, and then changed down and accelerated hard to overtake a slower car.
Twenty minutes later we were at the copse. Far away across the fields a tractor was chugging slowly up and down, but there was no-one else in sight. I looked around one last time, undid my belt and lowered my pants, and knelt down behind the fallen tree. My dick was tingling in excitement as I pulled on the slippy plastic gloves. He watched me do it, stroking his cock through his crotch, and then as I looked up at him his face cracked into that madly sexy little grin of his. He unbuckled his belt, turned around and bared his beautiful bottom at me, and then sat down on the tree trunk. Hardly able to believe what I was doing, I lifted my hands up together and held them out underneath him. The few seconds I waited seemed like years.
'Uh,' he grunted. 'Here it comes...'
His arse pushed out a little and his hole twitched and began to pucker out. The rounded, glistening tip of a turd emerged, paused, and then pushed his hole out wider with a little puff of gas and began to slide out of him. It was solid, but smoother than usual and a little lighter; a beautiful tawny colour. He didn't have to push; just relax and let it slide fluidly out of him, making a wonderfully filthy, slimy crackle as it came. The smell tickled my nostrils and made my dick bob up and down. It grew steadily into a cracked brown column, extending from his arse towards my waiting hands. I felt the heat of it through my gloves, and then it touched down, bending and becoming heavier as more came out. Suddenly it broke, and the whole lot dropped onto my palms with the broken end extending up over my fingers. My eyes darted between it and his flaring hole, from which his log was still sliding out. He grew another smooth brown tail, and then that too snapped off and dropped into my hands. He grunted with satisfaction, strained a little, and the end of it curled up towards me, tapered off and dropped. I looked down at my twitching, dribbling cock as I knelt there holding his shit, all hot and heavy through the sweaty plastic gloves. Then I looked back to him, all big and masculine in front of me, with his arsehole fringed with sticky brown residue and his fabulously filthy smell hanging around us in the still air. He grunted softly and curled out another smooth, banana-shaped turd, and I whimpered as it dropped into my hands.
'Okay?' he said hoarsely. 'Feel good...?'
'Yes! It's fucking awesome! God you smell so fucking nice today. Have you finished?'
He shook his head, and his hole flared out with a sharp, slightly wet fart. Another turd slid out of him, long and snaky, curling this way and that, and then dropping big curls into my hands.
'Oh wow ... such a big one!'
He did more and more, interspersed with little gassy farts. It got softer and slimmer as it went on, until lumps of it dropped from him in a continuous stream and piled up on his logs like cowpat. It was easily the biggest shit I'd seen him do, and the smelliest. The sheer filthiness of it was unbelievable. Finally it tailed off, with a couple of little sputtering farts and a few final brown fragments.
'That's it,' he breathed. 'I'm done. Fuck I needed that! Now, hold still while I wipe...'
He stood up and stuck his bottom out to wipe. His hole was really dirty and he had to use a lot of paper. He dropped the used bits into the little clump of brambles next to us. I knelt there, meekly holding his heavy, cooling pile, until finally he was done and he turned around. His erection thrust into my face, and he leaned forward over the tree so I could suck it. I tasted his pre-cum at once, and then he came right into my mouth.
'Now ... stand up.'
He came around behind me and closed his fingers around my cock, and wanked me off so that I spunked all over his beautiful shit.
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