Date: Wed, 23 Dec 2020 09:29:16 +0000
From: namab mass <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: A Few Days With Niall Chapter 1 (scat)

This is a story involving scat play between adult males.  All characters
are eighteen years old or over.  If this isn't your sort of thing or it is
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A Few Days With Niall



Part One

Niall smiled sexily as his camera came on and he saw me.  His tablet was
propped up on a chair by the bed and he was lounging back in his football
kit with his back against the wall and his long, shapely legs drawn up a
bit.  He looked at me with his dark eyes dancing and his horniest grin
spreading across his cute oval face, the light falling across his olive
skin.  He reached up and ran a hand through his dark hair, thick and bushy
on top but shaved short down the sides, then ran it down across his slim,
wiry body, to where his cock was tenting out the front of his white shorts.
He was breathing heavily, and he pawed at himself as he looked into the
camera.  I loved how turned on he always got when we did this.

`Mike,' he said quietly, his voice all low and husky, and deeply sexy with
his soft Welsh accent.  `Mate ... I really need a poo!'

`I bet you do!  Have you really not been since yesterday morning?  That's,
what, 36 hours?'

`No, I've not.  Couldn't believe it when I didn't need to go this morning!'

He usually went at least once a day, and when he did it first thing in the
morning he often needed a second shit later as well.  He was nineteen, and
whilst he read law at university he was also a talented young footballer
with a couple of professional teams showing an interest in him.  He was
super-fit.  He worked out endlessly, and from what he'd told me his diet
was seriously healthy.  That meant he did big, firm shits almost every
time.  We'd been video-calling one another from the toilet for weeks.  He
used to hold his phone camera down behind him and hover over the seat so I
could watch his big, dark-brown logs slide out of him, and then sit down
and we'd have a wank together.  Either that, or he'd put it further away so
I could just admire him on the toilet.  Any lad looks hot on the toilet,
all masculine but vulnerable as he sits with his pants round his ankles and
his top hitched up from his naked bottom, making the noises most men would
prefer others not to hear.  Not Niall, though: doing it on camera for me
got him all horny and excited.  When he was done he'd pick up the camera
and show me the bowl full of his shit, and wank as I told him how I'd love
to get my head down the toilet and inhale the smell he'd made.

Niall was tall and slim and dark, but under his tan line his skin was
lighter and his bottom was cutely pale.  He lifted his legs a bit higher
and showed me it, and the outline of his long, meaty cock in the crotch of
his shorts.  He was squirming a little, shuffling his bottom uncomfortably.
He was desperate for the toilet and he couldn't hide it, and my cock sprang
to attention in my pants!  As the spasm passed and he went still again he
looked at me with smouldering eyes.

`I've been holding this poo in for hours!' he breathed.  `It feels like
it's massive, like I got a brick up my arse!  I needed to go when I got
back from work, and then I had to wait til mum and dad had gone.  Thought I
was gonna poo myself earlier!'

He rolled over and turned around so that he was kneeling on the bed,
shuffled forward a bit and looked round, peering at the camera to make sure
it was pointing right at him.  He knelt up with his arms stretched out and
his hands on the bed, and his bottom down and well back, pointing straight
at the camera.  He hitched his top up above his waistband so a narrow strip
of his shapely, smooth back peeped out, and his bubbly round cheeks were
all the more prominent, his white shorts stretched tight across them.  He
loved shitting his football kit, and I could see his dick pushing the
crotch of his shorts into a marquee.

Suddenly his arsehole crackled and squeaked, and a little dimple appeared
in the seat of his shorts.  He grunted loudly and it grew quickly into a
pointed lump.  It paused momentarily, but then he gave in and relaxed, and
filled the seat of his pants.  He did it long and slow, squeaking and
crackling, his solid shit squelching softly as it pushed the back of his
shorts out into a lumpy bulge.

`Unf!' he grunted.  `Ooh...'

I loved how vocal he was when he shat himself.  He grunted and groaned, and
when he got messy and started to lose control his voice went up an octave
and he squealed and yelped in perverted ecstasy.  This time he paused,
breathing hard, then stuck his bottom back and pushed again, and his moans
grew louder as he added another weighty turd to the swelling ball on his
bottom.

`Ooh! ... mmm ... mmph! ... Oh!'

He paused, breathing hoarsely and letting out little gasps, then pushed one
more time and whimpered as hot shit spread across his cheeks.  When he was
done he knelt there for a while, composing himself, before he reached round
behind him and felt what he'd done.  Then he knelt up a bit, pulled his
shorts down round his knees and hitched his top up.  It slipped down again
and he peeled it off hastily to show off his toned torso, and then stuck
his bottom back towards the camera.  He'd made a big, lumpy mound, with
little spots of brown moisture here and there, seeping through his tight
white trunks.  He reached round and fingered it again.

`Ooh!  Oh wow, Niall, that's huge!'  I said enthusiastically.  `I wanna see
it!  Show me...?'

He grunted in reply, cupped one hand under his load and pulled down the
back of his pants with the other to show off the compacted, lumpy brown
block pressed against his bottom.  He drew them down further, showing off
more, until it peeled slightly away from his bum and showed off the big
smear left behind.  Quickly he pulled his pants back up, grunting as his
hot shit pressed to his skin, and turned round so he was side-on to the
camera.  His cock was standing to attention, and he fumbled with his flies
and got it out so that it thrust out ahead of him and bounced around as he
moved.  He reached round and fingered his load again, looked into the lens
with his naughtiest little grin and dancing eyes, and wrinkled his nose up
a little.

`Ooh, it smells!' he breathed.

`I bet it does!  Mmm!  Wish I was there to smell it.  Bet your shit smells
lovely!'

`Yeah!'  He wanked harder.  `I stink!  You can smell it, and rub it all
over my arse!  Ooh ... oh it feels good!'

He wiggled his hips and humped the air for a moment with his dick bouncing,
and a bead of glistening pre-cum appeared at its head.  Then he got up and
picked up the tablet.  I knew what he'd do next, because he always did it.
He turned around, held the tablet in front of him so the camera focused on
his pretty face, all flushed and intense in his excitement.  Then he backed
right up to the chair and sat down.  His mouth fell open in a great gasp of
pleasure.

`Cor!' he gasped.

He panned down to show me his cock, still bobbing about and dribbling cum
onto the front of his pants.  Below it I could see a dark mass, pressed up
around his balls with more brown stains starting to show. He wriggled about
a bit and made his cock dance.  I could hear the filthy sound as shit
squashed across his bottom.  He did it harder, moaning out loud now as his
shit plastered his bottom and did exquisite things underneath him, and in
his excitement he got carried away and wriggled and squirmed about until he
was right on the verge of cumming.  He reached out for the poppers bottle
just out of shot, took a big sniff and leaned back in the chair, gingerly
fingering his hyper-sensitive cock, and looking at me with his beautiful
eyes.

`I've got such a pooey bottom.  Wanna see it?'

He leaned forward and propped the tablet against something, stood up and
turned around.  The back of his pants was a sticky, crumpled brown mess.
He bent forward and pulled them out and down at the back.  He had a big
brown half-circle squashed across his cheeks and nearly up to his
waistband, and he wiggled his hips sexily and stuck his messy bottom right
back at me so I could see the smears and lumps clinging to his skin.  Then
he pulled them back up, turned round and sat in it again.

`Want you to clean my bottom for me!' he grinned, picking up the poppers
bottle.  `Wish you were here to clean me up.  Would you like to piss all
over it?'

`Yes!  And cum all over it when you pull your pants down too!'

`Ooh, yes!  We can do that when we meet.  Have to make it soon!  Now
... ooh, I'm gonna cum!'

He started to move again, rocking about and moaning loudly.  Shit squashed
out around his thighs and up round the base of his cock, so as he wanked
his fingers went in it and he smeared it up his shaft.  His moans became
helpless squeals, and he lost control of himself completely and wriggled
about in his shit, covering his bottom and thighs in it, squashing more out
of his leg-holes and flies.  His frantic wanking spread it further, and his
yelps and strangled cries got louder still.  I was wanking too, like I
always did, sharing the moment with hot young Niall even though he was two
hundred miles away.  Suddenly he jerked upright and screamed out loud, and
great spurts of cum shot out of him and spattered across the floor.

`Oh!' he gasped as his breathing came back to normal.  `That was mad!  Ugh
... such a mess.  I'd best go and clean myself up.'


* * * * *


A month later I stood on the concourse of the main railway station in the
city centre, watching the arrivals board for his train.  Finally we were
going to meet.  He'd applied to a university in the city and was coming up
for an open day in a couple of days' time, and he also wanted to catch up
with an old mate of his who was already living around there.  He'd booked a
room at a hotel a few minutes' walk from my flat, although the plan was for
him to stay with me, so long as we found we actually got on in real life.
I fretted a bit about that for a moment.  It was all very well talking and
doing kinky things with him online, but he was nearly ten years younger
than me and we probably didn't have all that much in common really, and
although I was hoping for some seriously horny fun I half-expected it all
to end in disappointment.  At that moment the station announcer cut into my
thoughts, announcing the arrival of his train, and a few minutes later I
spotted his slim form making his way through the barriers.  He looked
around him and saw me, smiled bashfully and came over.

`Hi!' I said cheerily, holding out a hand.  `Niall?  Good to meet you at
last!'

`Yes, you too,' he smiled, switching his bag from hand to hand so he could
shake mine.  His grip was firm and confident.  `So ... what's the plan?
Are we going straight to yours?'

`If you like, although we'll be passing the hotel so you can check in there
on the way if you like and drop stuff off at your room.'

`Tidy, yeah, let's do that.  How far is it?'

`Not too far on the bus.  Should be one in about ten minutes I think.  This
way...'

I couldn't help looking surreptitiously at him as we got the bus and headed
out of town.  He was absolutely stunning.  His body was pert and boyish and
I liked his cheeky, confident manner too, and his sexy accent.  I couldn't
quite bring myself to believe what he'd come for.  Even though we'd been
talking and messing about on cam for nearly three months it all felt
unreal, and I had to force myself to accept that the handsome lad sitting
across the aisle from me looking out at the unfamiliar city was the same
guy I'd watched wank himself to screaming orgasms with his arse covered in
his own shit.  He looked round as he saw me press the bell to stop the bus
and went to pick up his bags, and we got off it together.

`Here's the hotel,' I said.  `Want me to wait while you drop stuff off?  Or
I could just give you directions to my place.  It's only round the corner
from here.'

`Oh, I won't be long, if you don't mind waiting,' he said airily.  `I've
got a really shit sense of direction and I'll get lost if I try and find it
myself!  I'll only be a few minutes.'

I took a seat in the foyer and waited, and caught up with the news on my
phone while he checked in and went to drop his things in his room.  He came
down again ten minutes later, still with one bag slung over his shoulder,
and we set off for my place.

`Okay?'  I asked.  `What's with the bag?  Can't you leave everything at the
hotel?'

`Oh, this?  It's just a few things for your place.'  He glanced round and
lowered his voice a little.  `It's ... erm, fun stuff.  Some changes of
pants and all that, my spare footy kit, and I know you like poppers so I
got a couple of bottles.'

`You didn't need to.  I've got loads!'

`Oh I know, but we're gonna get through `em ain't we.  Least I hope we
are!'

He looked round and met my eyes, looking me up and down for a moment with a
little cheeky grin spreading across his lips.

`I haven't been for a poo today,' he said quietly.  `I went twice yesterday
but I didn't need it this morning.'

`Ooh!  Are you thinking...?

`Yep.'

`Cool!  But aren't you supposed to be meeting your mate this afternoon?'

`Yeah but not til later, when he's finished work.  We've got a couple of
hours, so if we just ... y'know, like we were saying the other day.  You
just watch me?'

`Okay.  Yes, I'd love to!'

Back at my place I made us a cup of tea and showed him around, and we
settled in the living room for a bit.  I liked him, I realised suddenly;
much more than I'd expected to.  He was much younger than me, but he was
pretty mature for his years, and he was a nice, well-meaning kind of lad.
He really was ridiculously cute as well.  I was still having to remind
myself what he'd come for, and every time I did so the prospect of playing
dirty with this stunning young man made my dick tingle in my pants.  He
took a sip of his tea, put the mug down and looked round.  All of a sudden
he looked serious again, and my heart thumped a little as I realised what
that might mean.

`Mike,' he said slowly.  `I'm starting to need a poo.'

`Ooh!  Is it urgent?'

`No, not yet.  Feels like I can control it for a bit anyway, like I
normally can.'

He took another drink of tea, and fingered the handle of the mug for a
moment before he looked back at me.  When he spoke his voice was all low
and husky, like I'd sometimes heard on cam, and his accent even sexier.

`So ... we're gonna do it then, for real, like we've been talking about so
long.'

`Yup!  Well, so long as you're cool about it.  I won't try and get you to
do anything you're not happy with, though I can't see that being much of a
problem.  You like it dirtier than I do, I think!  Mmm, I can't wait to see
you shit though.  Knowing you need to do it, and I get to watch you for
real, and smell it, it's ... incredible!'

`I know!  I'm starting to get a boner already!'

The outline of his semi showed through the crotch of his jeans when he
leaned back, and it got bigger and more prominent as the need to shit
mounted.  He fingered it self-consciously at first, but once he saw I was
getting excited too he relaxed, and both of us sat and fondled hard-ons
through our pants.  Niall seemed hotter than ever, and knowing that his
gorgeous, toned young body needed to perform its dirtiest, most taboo
function made him even sexier.  It felt as if we were sharing a very
private, intimate moment together.  Back home, it wasn't even common
knowledge that he was bi, and certainly no-one knew about his fetish.  Nor
mine, aside from those very few guys I'd met up over the years with for
often awkward sessions, and the last of them had been nearly three years
ago.  Now this stunning young lad was sitting in front of me, starting to
look ever so slightly uncomfortable as his rectum filled up and started to
send his mind the `go to the toilet' signal.  I pawed at my dick through my
crotch and fizzed with anticipation.  My heart started to pound when he
fingered his empty tea mug for a moment, and took a deep breath.

`I need a poo,' he said plaintively.  `It's starting to come on stronger.
So ... shall we?'

`Let's do it!'

I led him through to the bathroom, where I'd left a few things ready before
I came out.  He clocked the plastic bags and extra toilet rolls and
disinfectant at once and smiled coyly, and then his fingers went to his
belt.

We both fumbled our clothes off, and for the first time we saw one another
in the flesh naked.  His body was absolutely beautiful, wiry and muscular,
with just a little fuzz of hair between his nipples and down from his tummy
button.  He had the most beautiful cock too.  It was fully hard now, and it
stood up like a lighthouse from out of his neatly trimmed black pubes.  He
stood and wanked it, and licked his lips as he watched me peel my top off
and kick my clothes to the side of the room.  I picked up a plastic bag
from the side and spread it on the floor between us.  Then I knelt down and
looked up into his eyes, still marvelling at his Adonis-like beauty.  He
looked down at me for a moment, stroking his cock slowly, and then his face
suddenly cracked into an ecstatic smile.  He turned away and showed me his
bottom in all its peachy glory, still grinning over his shoulder, and then
squatted on the bag.

He lowered himself down until his bottom was about eighteen inches off the
floor, the muscles in his hairy legs standing out, leaned forward a bit and
put a hand on the floor to balance himself.  He tugged clumsily at his cock
with the other.  I leaned in closer, so my face was just a foot or so from
his arse, and I could see his tight arsehole peeping out from amid the
fringe of wiry hairs either side of it.  My dick throbbed and I daren't
touch it in case I came there and then, and then my stomach did a backflip
as he left off wanking and lifted his hand away.  He seemed to relax all
over, and his hoarse breathing slowed down.

`Unf,' he grunted softly.  `Oh it's coming ... I'm gonna poo.'

His hole rippled and twitched, and then slowly puckered out and dilated,
uncovering the end of his turd.  It came out a bit further, like a fat
brown cone sticking out of him.  Then his hole flared wider, and he gave a
satisfied grunt as a solid log extended down from him.  It was slightly
lumpy but smooth, and it slid out of him cleanly with just the faintest
little hiss and squeak.  The colour of it was beautiful; a rich, chocolatey
brown, with a few slightly lighter patches, and deep black cracks opening
up as his long column stretched with its own weight.  Then it broke off,
swung forward and dropped with a resounding `thud.'  It bent like a banana
and flopped to the ground, and above it the turd still sliding out grew
thinner and speeded up, dropped next to the first and curled over it.  His
vapour trail enveloped me; a thick, fruity, slightly rank smell that filled
the air with the glorious filthiness of a fit young man having a shit.  My
cock throbbed, so hard now that it was almost painful.

`Mmm!'  I sniffed deeply.  `Ooh, Niall!  Mmm, that smells so nice!'

`You like it?!  Oh wow, you actually like the smell of my poo!  Uh ... oh,
another one's coming.'

Right in front of me his bumhole puckered out with just a tiny trace of
shit sticking to it, and he let out a little squeak of gas.  It twitched in
momentarily, but then opened and he pushed out another sturdy log.  Four or
five dull, greasy inches extended down from him, curled slowly forward and
dropped, followed by the ragged end he pinched off, that left his hole
brown and sticky.  I leaned back a moment and took him in from a distance,
squatting there over his manly dump with his dirty bumhole making little
slimy noises and a couple of soft farts, flaring in and out as another turd
slid ecstatically down his chute.  Then he grunted, and I leaned in close
and let the sight and sound and smell of him emptying his bowels overwhelm
me again.  His shit was smooth, a bit softer than before but still firm and
greasy, sliding out like a lumpy brown rope.  It curled up towards me
before it broke off and fell.  So did the next curl, pointing its jagged
broken end up at me, and the one after that.  His arse crackled softly, and
two more slim turds dropped lightly onto his pile.

`Unf,' he grunted.  `I've finished.'

`Mmm!'  I sniffed again and leaned closer, staring at the chunky pile he'd
made.  `Ooh, your shit's beautiful! Smells so good too.'

He'd been fingering his cock as his last turds slipped out.  Now now he
started to wank again, and shuffled round towards me.  I looked up again
and our eyes met.

`Oh ... I'm gonna cum,' he breathed.

`Yeah, me too!'

`Wipe my bum for me first?  Always wanted a guy to do that for me.'

He turned away again, and got down on his knees with his legs well apart,
so I could fold a few sheets of toilet roll, reach in and set to work.
Wiping his bottom for him felt wonderfully intimate, and my dick bobbed up
and down as I folded the paper and rubbed at his hole, slowly at first to
clear away the worst of the shit and then more firmly when the paper came
away clean.  His hole rippled and twitched beneath my fingers, and he
wanked and gave little contented sighs.  When I was done he turned around
again with his cock thrusting out like a gun.

`Cum all over it,' I said gently.  `Wanna see you cum all over your own
shit!'

It didn't take long.  We closed in on his pile, holding edging, throbbing
dicks over it and wanking harder and harder.  His breathing grew heavy and
he started to gasp, his tugging at his cock grew frantic, and then he
jerked his head up and yelped out loud, and his mouth fell open as he
spattered his creamy cum all over his own waste.

He went out to meet his mate an hour later, and while he was out I set
about cooking us a five-bean chilli for dinner.  Neither of us was
vegetarian but we both liked veggie food, and in any case we'd agreed
before he came that I'd cook us the kind of thing that would make us both
shit a lot.  I did ask before he went out whether he really wanted to come
back and spend the evening with me or whether he'd have preferred to go
drinking, but he smiled and explained that the mate he was meeting had just
had a baby with his girlfriend, and therefore wasn't staying out late.
Instead we had dinner together when he got back, and got through a couple
of bottles of wine as we watched a film together and got to know one
another a bit better.  We'd never actually agreed he'd stay the night, but
there was no point in his going back to his hotel, and late that evening we
had a cuddle together and settled down to sleep, both looking forward to
what would happen in the morning!




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