Date: Wed, 23 Dec 2020 09:29:16 +0000
From: namab mass <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: A Few Days With Niall Chapter 3

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A Few Days With Niall



Part Three

We got up late the next morning.  Too late, really, because he had to leave
for the university not long after we'd had breakfast, when both of us were
starting to need a big hangover shit.

`No way I'll be able to hold it,' he said fretfully as he finished his tea.
`I'm busting!'

`So am I.  How long have you got?'

`Erm, twenty minutes, max.  I've got to get the bus into town and out
again, and I don't know how long it's gonna take.  I'm gonna have to go.
Let's just do it together shall we?'

We did it in the bath, sitting on the side with our legs touching, and he
took my hand and squeezed it as he heard and smelled my bowels starting to
empty.  My shit was big and quite nasty, and he wrinkled his nose up and
smiled mischievously.  I felt him relax too, he farted softly, and then
came the squelch and hiss and series of soft thuds as he did a big gassy
shit.  The door was shut, the window closed and the fan off, and the stink
filled the room like steam from the shower.  It felt wonderfully intimate,
doing our big hangover shits together like this, giggling at each other's
farts and wondering out loud who smelled worse.  Then we wiped each other's
bottoms and wanked off over it quickly before he headed out.

I met him in town after the open day, and we ended up having a few beers in
some of the pubs I liked.  We'd been planning to go back to mine and cook
dinner, but after a few pints I didn't really feel like it and we went for
dinner at a vegetarian restaurant in town; a buffet place where we ate til
we couldn't face any more.

`I'll have to train hard next week to make up for this,' he laughed, coming
back with another plateful.  Still, it'll be fun tomorrow, won't it!'

We ended up shagging that night.  In the quiet street leading to my place
he stopped and pulled me into the shadows under the trees for a kiss, and
when we got in we went straight to bed.  I played with his arse and sucked
his horny young cock, letting him fuck me in the mouth until I gagged,
before he thrust me over on my back and went down on me too.  I pulled him
round into the 69 position, on top of me with his legs wide apart so I
could tickle his tight little arsehole again, and thrust a finger up inside
him as he came down my throat.  Then we cuddled up together for the second
night running, farted, and went to sleep contemplating what was going to
happen in the morning.


* * * * *


For some reason it didn't.  Maybe it was the kind of food we'd eaten or the
fact we hadn't had all that much to drink, but Niall didn't need a shit in
the morning.  I did, but not so badly I couldn't control it, and when I
went and sat with my legs up for twenty minutes the urge faded away
completely.  We went out and got brunch at a cafe nearby, and then wandered
a bit further towards town, did a little shopping and went for another
coffee.  We hadn't long sat down when Niall broke off from what he was
saying, and his face stiffened.  My heart started to beat a bit faster and
I got that hot feeling in my crotch, and he leaned a bit closer over the
table, looking at me under his eyebrows.

`I'm starting to need a poo,' he said softly, and then giggled.  `I'm
trying not to fart!  What about you?  Do you need to?'

`No, but I probably will soon, after I didn't need to earlier.  Shall we
head back?'

`In a minute, yeah.  I'm not desperate, but everything we had last night
... I probably will be soon!'

We finished our coffees quickly and set off back to mine.  As soon as we
got outside he stopped and farted, and I got a quick whiff of his smell
before the breeze blew it away.  I was starting to need a shit too by then,
and we exchanged horny, knowing looks as we hastened back along the main
road and then into the side streets to my block.  He moved a little closer.

`Gonna do it in your pants for me again then?' I said quietly.

He glanced around us, raised an eyebrow at me talking about it in the
street with people about, then grinned and nodded.

`Yes,' he said. His lilting voice all low and husky.  `Big time.  I'm
really starting to need to go too.  It feels really big!'

He stopped and his face stiffened, just for a moment before he started
walking again.

`I keep farting!  You know how sometimes when you need a poo and you fart,
and it just makes it worse?'

`Heh, yeah, I know that feeling!  Nearly there now.'

`Good, `cos I'm busting!  And you still need to go too?'

`Yeah, a bit.  Not urgent, but it's coming.'

Back at the flat he changed straight into his pants; tight trunks whose
blue stripes showed off his bubbly cheeks.  He didn't put his trousers back
on afterwards; just lowered himself cautiously onto a chair, clenching his
bum visibly, with a big hard-on bulging out the front of his pants.

`You really need the toilet, don't you?' I said teasingly.

`Yes!' he grinned, and wriggled uncomfortably in his seat.  `Oh I'm gonna
fart again!'

Quickly I dropped to my knees in front of him and motioned him to stand up
and turn round, and leaned in until my nose was nearly touching the seat of
his pants.  He grunted and let off a squeaky hiss.  The smell hit me a
second later, as strong and ripe as if he was having a shit right in front
of me, and my dick sprang to attention.  He lifted himself up further and
farted again.  Then he tensed up suddenly, clenching his cheeks together.

`Uh!' he grunted.  `Oh I shouldn't've done that!'

He joggled up and down frantically.  His bum was tensed up tight, but from
deep in his pants came a slimy sound.  All of a sudden I could smell him
again.

`Ooh!  Mike ... I'm turtle's-heading, I'm gonna poo!'

He was losing control of himself right in front of me, jiggling and
grunting as he tried in vain in to hold his dump in.  He turned side on to
me for a moment and I saw the front of his pants forced outward as his big
dick rose to the occasion.  For a moment longer he almost danced in
desperation.  Then another push from his bowels overwhelmed him.

`Oh!' he gasped, buckling forward and sticking his bottom out.  `Oh my
God!'

His log shot out of him and forced the seat of his pants out.  It started
to bend, and then with another grunting push it snapped, and the tent he'd
made collapsed into a lumpy bulge. The hit me, thick and potent, and I
pulled my pants down and wanked, taking in the soft fart and squelching
sounds as he pushed more into his pile.  He grunted again, contentedly now
the first desperate surge was done, stood up straighter and swayed his hips
from side to side.  The stripy pants emphasised his bulge, a bit bigger
than a tennis ball now; all lumpy and uneven.

`That feels really good!' he grinned, twisting round to look down on me.

`Mmm, yeah, you must've been desperate!  Have you finished?'

`No.  I still feel really full, but I can wait.'

He wriggled his hips again, sighing, and I got him to pose and show off
what he'd done, and then thrust his bottom back so it was right in my face.
I could feel the hotness of his shit and I sniffed deeply all around it,
letting his manly young stink fill my nose and wanking excitedly.

`Unf, he grunted suddenly.  `Gonna do another one.'

He leaned forward a little, bottom heaving.  He did a little squeaky fart,
and then a louder one, all muffled and wet in his shit.  Then his bottom
crackled and squelched, and he pushed another hefty turd into his pile,
swelling the bulge in his seat up into a lumpy mound.

`Oh!  Unf ... oh I just keep pooing!'

Shit squashed in his crack as he clenched up, but he was in full flow and
he couldn't stop it.  His shit was getting softer, crackling more loudly
and spreading stickily across his cheeks.  The smell grew more potent.
Standing with his legs bent and his bottom stuck well back, he bowed his
head and sighed out loud with relief as he finished.  Big dark spots were
soaking through the seat of his pants, and when he turned round I saw that
he'd soaked the front of them in cum.  His shit made slimy sounds as he
wiggled his hips, like he was dancing slowly on the spot again, not in pain
this time but for the exquisite sensation on his bottom and balls.  His
eyes were half-closed and he was smiling contentedly.  I reached out and
touched his cock through his sticky pants, and stroked his shaft gently
between my fingers.  He gave a little whimper, and I did it harder.

`Oh no, don't!' he hissed.  `You'll make me cum!  I wanna sit in it.'

`Mmm, no, not yet.  Turn around, I wanna see it!'

He turned away again and stuck his bottom out, and I sniffed at it for a
second before I stood up behind him and pulled out the back of his
waistband.  His shit had got loose at the end, like a brown explosion
across his bottom, covering the big lump nestling against it.  He was
quivering all over, all tactile and sensitive, and he whimpered when I ran
a finger down his back.

`You stink!'  I breathed in his ear.  `Dirty boy.  Wanna get messy, then?
Like you said last night?  Make the biggest pooey mess you've ever made?'

He nodded stiffly and whimpered again.

`And I need a shit now too,' I continued. `Need a big smelly dump.'

`Ooh ... oh God, come on!'

He half-dragged me through to the bathroom, grunting and sighing, with his
big shit pushing about all over his arse.  This time there was no lowering
himself gently into it: I threw down the toilet seat, spun him round and
forced him down.  His mouth fell open and he yelped and squealed out loud,
and came in his pants so hard that a bit spurted out of his flies.  For a
moment he looked down at his soaked crotch, and then looked up at me and
laughed.

`Phew!  God ... that was mad!'

`Yeah it was!  Shit, sorry though, I didn't wanna make you cum!  Got
carried away...'

`It's okay.  I still feel ... I don't wanna clean up yet, it's okay. I'm
gonna be ... y'know, again soon.'

`Ha, really?!  You're so fucking horny, you know that?!'

He grinned sexily, and looked me up and down.

`Come here,' he said.  `I wanna suck your dick.'

I came and stood in front of him, and stroked his hair and his neck as he
took my cock in his hot, wet mouth.  At first he rolled his tongue round
the head and caressed the end with his lips, but then he pulled me in
closer and lunged forward with shit squishing across his bottom.  He'd
never told me he could deep-throat, and he almost made me cum too.  Quickly
I pulled back out of him, dribbling a little pre-cum across his red lips.
When he sat back up I saw he was hard again.  He wriggled to and fro
slightly and whimpered again.

`Feel nice?' I grinned.  `Let's see it!'

He stood up and turned round to show me his messy bottom.  Gooey shit had
already started to squash out round his thighs and he left a big brown
stain behind him on the seat, whilst the back of his pants was caked in it.
He sat back down again, and I gave him some poppers and got him to rock
about and slide to and fro, spreading it out further, gasping and wanking
until he was almost ready to cum again.  As I watched my own need to shit
started to become overpowering, and all of a sudden I was clenched up and
squirming slightly.  I put a hand on his arm and he turned to me, breathing
hard.

`Niall, I need a shit now.'

He reached out and took my hand, and looked up at me.  When we'd had a last
drink the night before he'd told me some of his deepest fantasies and asked
if I'd make one of them happen for him.  Now he had to make up his mind
whether to go through with it.

`So ... do you want me to?'

`Yes,' he said simply, and squeezed my hand tight.  `Yes, I want you to do
it.'

`Okay then.  Get down on the floor...'

Quickly I spread a bin liner where he was about to sit down, and then he
leaned right back until he was propped up against the wall.  Mushy shit had
squashed right up around the base of his cock.  He had it on his fingers
and spread it up his shaft as he wanked, but he was beyond caring now.  So
was I.  Quickly I took some more poppers and passed the bottle down for him
to take a sniff.  Then I turned and squatted across him with my arse right
over his chest, looking down at his throbbing, dirty dick.  He was
whimpering constantly and wanking, staring up at me helplessly as he
waited.  I relaxed and let me shit slide down the chute a bit, until a
little turtle's head peeped out.  He whimpered again as he saw it.

`Want my shit?' I breathed.  `Want it now.'

`Yes!' he gasped.  `Give it to me ... oh Mike!'

I let go then and my head blew apart.  Taking a dump on Niall's chest,
defiling that gorgeous lad with my big shit, was the maddest and most
intense thing I'd ever done.  My shit was thick and sticky, and it stank.
I felt myself letting go a big log, and then he gave a strangled little
gasp as it dropped onto him.  Looking back between my legs I watched
another big one descend on him, and then another, and another.  He was
writhing, gasping softly, staring at the pile forming on his chest in what
almost looked like horror and wanking hard.

`Oh!' he moaned.  `Oh God...'

I farted on him then, loud and wet, and deposited another big load of all
over his chest.  It was soft and mushy, like a cowpat.  His voice went up a
notch and his wanking became frantic.

`Ooh!' he squealed.  `I'm gonna cum!'

Quickly I got up and turned around, squatting high across him and waving my
throbbing cock in his face.  We started wanking again, together now, harder
and harder until we were both yelping and crying out, and then we came.  He
screamed and spunked all over himself, and at the same moment I spurted all
over his pretty face.


* * * * *


We had breakfast together for the final time in the morning, both of us
nursing slight hangovers.  After we'd cleaned up and opened some windows to
disperse the smell we'd sat down and opened a beer.  Later I'd cooked
dinner and opened a bottle of wine, and we'd spent the evening snuggled up
on the sofa together, drinking and chatting and watching films.  Now he sat
and sipped his coffee, looking just a little bit green around the gills,
and rummaging through his pockets to check he had everything he'd brought
with him.

`I'd best get my skates on,' he said regretfully.  `Train's in an hour and
I can't miss it.'

We walked into town together, via the hotel he hadn't slept in to pick up
the bag he'd left there, and then on to the railway station.  Standing by
the barriers he fumbled in his pocket for his ticket, and then turned to
me, smiling slightly sadly.

`Thanks for coming Niall,' I said quietly.  `It's been brilliant.'

`Yes, it has.  I never thought I could do ... well, some of what we've
done.  It's been amazing!  Just a pity I live so far away, isn't it.'

`Yeah.  But not that far.  Come again sometime soon?'

`Course I will!  Anyway, I'd best go.  I'll message you when I get home.'

He gave me a last lingering hug and then turned to go through the barriers.
On the other side he stopped and turned around, and shot me that beautiful
smile one more time before he walked off up the platform.



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