Date: Wed, 18 Mar 2020 06:03:59 +0000
From: namab mass <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: A Messy Morning With Will

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A Messy Morning With Will


'Hiya!  How are you?' mouthed Will as he appeared on my tablet screen.  'I
really need a poo!'

He was already sitting on the toilet, smiling cheekily into the camera
against the backdrop of the spotless white-tiled wall behind him.  The
light from the window fell across his smooth oval face, highlighting his
tanned, almost olive skin and glinting in his spiky brown hair.  His deep
green eyes twinkled at me, and his soft lips twisted into a little horny
grin.  He panned the camera down slowly over where his white T-shirt
flattered the curves of his pert young body, and down to where his
semi-hard cock lolled out from his pubes and hung down into the bowl.  Then
he reached out and put it on top of the little cupboard next to his right,
angling it round to point back at him, and hitched his T-shirt up a little
to show off his lower back and his bottom.  His bubbly cheeks were smooth
and rounded, and there was no hair in his crack.  He sat there for a second
longer, and then bent forward and lifted himself up a bit so he was
hovering a few inches above the seat.  My dick sprang to attention in my
pants as I watched.  Then he relaxed, his bottom filled out a bit and he
let out a soft grunt.

Will's shit was dense and heavy and thick.  It was a beautiful dark,
reddish-brown colour, its smooth, cracked surface glistening as he pushed
out a long, lumpy turd.  It hissed and squeaked as it curled slowly from
his flaring hole, and lump after lump pulled stickily away from it and fell
into the toilet with loud 'plops.'  His flow slowed down a bit and he gave
a little grunt and a push, and two long, slim curls crackled out of him and
dropped into the bowl.  His tight, hairless hole closed up, then flared out
again, all sticky and brown as he let out a little wet fart.  I watched and
wanked, and wished I was there to smell it.  Will makes a lovely, manly
smell, all thick and warm and sultry, and every time I've been with him
when he's had a shit it's driven me wild.  It's almost as erotic as the
sight of this beautiful eighteen-year-old, with his boyish features and his
smiley face and his polite, well-spoken voice, doing his nastiest and most
private business for me!  Then he grunted and strained slightly, his brown
hole puckered out, and he farted again and curled out some slim, softer
turds.  He grunted contentedly as the last one fell away from him and
settled his bottom back down on the seat again.  Then he reached around and
picked up the camera, stood up and pointed it down into the toilet, holding
it well down so I could see how his logs and curls filled the bowl and
stuck up out of the water at the back.  Finally, he sat back down on the
seat, looked into the camera and grinned cheekily again.

'Really needed that!' he whispered.  'Phew, it smells...'

'Mmm, yeah, I bet it does!' I chuckled.  'It's a pity you haven't got time
to come over here.  I'd have loved to watch you do that, and wipe your
bottom for you afterwards!'

'He he,' he giggled.  'We really ought to try and meet up again soon.  I
bought some more nappies the other day too.  I wanna do a really messy one
for you!'

'Ooh, yes!  Let's do that!  Maybe next weekend, if you're free one day...?'

Will thought for a moment, then nodded and grinned again.  Then he reached
around and put the camera back on the shelf, so I could wank off as I
watched my twinky, horny young friend wipe his bottom.


* * * * *


Will's bowels are as regular as clockwork, and almost every morning he
starts to need his daily shit shortly after he's had breakfast.  He plays
cricket and squash so he's very fit.  He's always eaten really healthily,
and since we've started playing together he's added a load more pulses and
whole grains to his diet, so his shits are big and satisfying.  Normally he
curls out a long, solid log, pauses a bit, and then does a load of slightly
smoother shit, and by the time he's finished he's made a chunky pile.
Having a shit has always turned him on a bit, and whenever he does it for
me he gets very excited and ends up cumming all over his turds in the
toilet, or the heap he's just made on the floor.  There's more, too: in
fact, he's into some seriously kinky stuff.  A couple of years ago, when he
was home alone and horny and he needed a shit, he did it in his pants.  The
sensation blew his mind, and ever since then he's had a thing for nappies
and shitting himself and getting messy.  He lives with his family and he
almost never gets chance to do that at home, but half a dozen times he's
come over to my place and filled his pants or his nappy.  I've never seen a
guy so turned on as he gets then: he'll be on the verge of cumming
constantly for an hour or more as he sits in it and squishes it and smears
it around.  Sometimes he'll cum two or three times before he's had enough,
and then finally he'll pull down his ruined pants and let me spunk all over
his messy bottom.

That Friday he messaged me to say that he was free all the following day,
and sent me a picture of the big lunch he was having with a toilet emoji
and a wink next to it.  My heart thumped the next morning when he messaged
again and said he was on his way!  He'd been out the night before and he
had a slight hangover, and he looked cutely dishevelled as he stood on the
doorstep with his hair all messy and faint dark circles around his deep
eyes.  He was wearing tracksuit pants and as soon as I saw him it was
obvious he had a hard-on, and when he came in he was all serious and quiet
like he often was when he was really excited.

'I really need a poo!' he hissed as he took his jacket off.  'I ate so much
yesterday and then I ended up getting a pizza on the way home.  Feel like
I've got a brick up my bum!  I've been holding it in for nearly an hour...'

'Mmm!  Good!  You're so horny when you're desperate.  Wanna put your nappy
on now?'

He nodded and fumbled in his bag, and followed me through to the living
room clutching a nappy.  I sat and watched as he pulled down his tracksuit
bottoms and boxer shorts and stepped out of them, twisting so that first he
flashed his long, slim cock at me, thrusting out from below his top, and
then showed off his perfect bubble bum as he bent to pull his nappy up.  It
fitted snugly around his cheeks, especially when he bent to put his
tracksuit back on.  I sat him down on the sofa and got him a cup of coffee,
and we sat and talked, and we got more and more turned on as the pressure
mounted inside him.  He was so handsome, and yet he looked so cutely
undignified as he winced and shuffled about in his seat.  He rocked
backwards and a little fart escaped him, and then he clenched up
frantically, screwing up his face in pain.

'Mark...' he moaned.  'I need a poo-poo!  My bottom's really hurting!  I
can't hold it ... oh ... oh I've gotta go for a poo-poo...'

He only talks like that when he's in his nappy and madly turned on.  His
crotch was bulging and he was quivering all over, and he let out a little
sigh as he squirmed again.  The smell of his fart wafted over to me then,
all sultry and dirty, and I couldn't help pawing at my cock through my
pants.

'Ooh, Will!' I said softly.  'God you're really desperate aren't you!
Wanna do your big smelly poo now?'

He nodded, his face very tense.

'And then you're gonna have a big pooey bottom?'

He nodded again, eagerly this time.

'Mmm!  Dirty boy!  Go on, get naked for me...'

We both got up and stripped, him to his nappy and me completely naked,
fingering my hard-on as I watched him take his top off.  His tummy was
smooth and flat, with just the trace of a happy trail, and his chest was
smooth, with nice, pert little nipples.  Then he pulled his pants down
again, stepped out of them and stood before me, naked apart from his nappy,
with his cock bulging out the front.  I knew well how horny he'd be right
now: he always edged as he got ready to poo himself, and a couple of times
he'd cum without touching himself as he did the deed.  He was breathing
quickly and trembling a little, and he squirmed again as he fought to hold
in his shit.  He looked around and met my eyes.

'Bend over...' I breathed.  'Stick your bottom out...'

When he's really turned on he always gives a little whimper, as if he he
can't quite contain his excitement, and he did that now.  Then he turned
away from me with the light falling across his lithe young body.  He bent
his knees and leant forward so that the nappy tightened across his bottom,
and let out another whimper as I reached out and pulled it up a little
further, and pressed it up into his crack.  Then I stepped back and looked
him up and down, this beautiful twinky lad about to succumb to his body's
basic animal urge, squirming and breathing hoarsely as he held in his shit.
He stayed like that for a few seconds, and then he spread his legs a little
wider, put his hands on his knees, and relaxed.

'Ooh...' he sighed.  'Oh ... oh!'

His bottom crackled softly.  A little lump appeared between his cheeks,
paused, grew a little, and then he lost control completely.  His mouth fell
open in a gasp, and he arched his back and filled his nappy in a big,
squelching rush.  His smell filled the room, thick and slightly ripe, and
amazingly erotic.  The mound on his bottom grew and grew, and then as the
filthy sound tailed off he arched his back a bit more and grunted.  He
farted into his shit, all wet and muffled.

'Mmm!' I sniffed deeply, breathing in his hotness.  'Ooh Will, that smells
so good!'

Will always says he likes how much the smell of his shit turns me on.  He
looked round, his face all red and intense, and his mouth curled into a
horny little smile.  Then he pursed his lips and grunted softly, and did
another hot, squelching turd that bulged his seat out a bit more.

'Uh!' he grunted again.  'Oh it feels nice!'

'Yeah!  God you've done loads!  Can I see it?'

He nodded and stood up straight, turning around a little as he did so, so
that I could see how his cock was tenting out the front of his nappy.  I
took a step closer, reached out and gently pulled out the back of his
waistband.  He'd done a solid, lumpy brown block the size of a cricket
ball, pressed into a point where it nestled between his cheeks.  I pulled
his waistband out a bit further and it came away slightly, showing off the
big brown smear on his pale skin.  I breathed in the smell that came up at
me all the more strongly, and my dick throbbed.

'I haven't finished,' he whispered urgently.  'I still really need a poo.
It's coming!'

Deep in his sticky crack his arse heaved and his hole opened.  He farted
loudly, and then I watched as more sludgy, dense shit packed his crack and
spread sideways across his cheeks and up towards his waistband, crackling
softly and sending another blast of his hot smell up into my face.  He
moaned out loud and buckled forward, pulling my fingers out of his
waistband so that his nappy sprang back into position, put his hands on his
knees and strained hard, and moaned out loud as he pushed the last of his
huge shit into his crammed nappy.  He straightened up convulsively with his
face contorted, and for a moment he stood and edged and fought down the
urge to cum.  I loved how he was when he'd just shat himself; all wide-eyed
and shocked and madly horny, taking in the sensation and the ripe smell of
what he'd just done.

I got him to turn around and bend over slightly, and pulled out first the
back of his nappy to take another look at the brown explosion from his
bottom, and then the front, where the fabric was soaked in cum and his dick
glistened with it.  Even though he'd almost cum just a minute ago he was
still rock hard, and he whimpered deep in his throat as he wriggled his bum
slowly.  I got him to do it harder, and then squat down and bend over in
front of me, and he gave little sighs and grunts of pleasure as his pile
pushed about on his bottom and massaged the sensitive area behind his
balls.  He was edging again when I let him straighten up, and he stood and
composed himself for a moment before I took him off for a walk around the
flat.  He waddled cutely when he'd done a poo in his nappy, and I followed
him up the hallway, watching his pile sway to and fro and sniffing at his
thick vapour trail.  In the bedroom I got him to pose in front of the
mirror, sticking his bum out to show off his bulge, and then get up on the
bed, kneel and hump gently and wriggle his hips from side to side, letting
out little sighs as his shit slid about on his skin.

As I stood and watched I realised that I was starting to need a shit
myself.  I'd half-expected to earlier, but then in the excitement of
watching him dirty himself I'd completely forgotten about it.  Now the
pressure started to build up inside me, and my dick throbbed again.  Me
shitting turned him on crazily, and the one other time I'd needed to go
when he was playing in his dirty nappy we'd had the horniest, messiest
session ever.  I'd let on that I needed a shit a bit later, though: for now
I just wanted to enjoy what he'd done with him.  I put a hand on his
shoulder and he stopped moving and looked up at me, his eyes nearly closed
and his face all red and intense.  He moaned as I ran my fingers down his
back and across his bottom, and cupped his bulge in my hand.  It was heavy
and firm to the touch, and I could feel its warmth.  He let out another
moan as I pressed it to his skin.

'Stinky boy!' I whispered eagerly.  'Mmm, your poo smells so nice!  Want a
little rub...?'

He nodded and bowed his head, and his sighs and whimpers betrayed his
pleasure as I started pushing his bulge about, spreading it out further and
smearing his smooth twinky bottom with his big smelly poo.  Then I pulled
him upright and took his hand and led him through into the bathroom.  The
toilet lid was already down, and he scuttled over and stood in front of it,
edging into his pants again.  Slowly he lowered himself down, until the
seat of his nappy touched the toilet, and he stopped and rocked to and fro.
His face stiffened, almost as if he was psyching himself up, and then he
sat down in his brown pile.

'Oh!  Oh fuck!  Oh!'

He came straight away, and his whole body writhed and convulsed as he shot
a big load.  Afterwards he sat there trembling, with his breathing slowly
coming back to normal.  Sometimes he likes to stop and clean up at this
point, and as he sat stock still and frowning I wondered if that was going
through his mind.  But then he relaxed and sighed, and wriggled around
gently with a little contented grunt.  I reached into the cupboard next to
me and pulled out a bottle of poppers, took a sniff and handed them to him.
He inhaled deeply, and then as his head began to rush he wriggled again,
slowly at first, but then a bit harder, squashing shit across his bum.  He
sniffed at his own smell and wrinkled his nose up, smiled happily, and I
saw that his dick was hard a second time.  Marvelling at his mad teenage
sex drive, I sat down on the side of the bath a few feet away, reached out
and took his hand.

'Will ... I need a shit,' I said softly.

'Oh!'  His eyes widened.  'Oh, wow, do you?!'

'Yeah.  It's coming on now.  Nice, big morning shit for you.  But first,
stand up...'

He got up, and stepped unsteadily into the middle of the room.  He was rock
hard and trembling all over again, and he bent over obediently in front of
me, touching the floor with his fingertips; his bottom thrust well back.
Even through his nappy I could see the dark mass across his bottom and down
between his legs. I reached in and started massaging him again, harder and
further and nastier, covering his beautiful young arse in its own filth and
pushing it round the sides and up the back until it almost came out of the
top.  His breathing grew heavy, and then he scuttled forward and thrust
himself down on the toilet again.  He squashed his shit hard, gasping and
crying out in ecstasy as he slid back and forth and bounced up and down,
and pawed at his dick through his nappy until he was nearly cumming.  Once
again he sat and composed himself, and took another hit of the poppers.  I
leaned in and touched him again, and he started and let out a little gasp.

'Dirty boy...'  I breathed.  'You stink!  Now, you wanna be my toilet
again?  Want me to shit on you?'

He tensed up and nodded without a word.  Once again he was trembling all
over, and he gulped as I stood up and moved to one side.  He didn't meet my
eyes as he got up and climbed clumsily into the big corner bath, sat down
and then lay back with his head resting on the end.  He looked up at me
intently for a moment, and then he smiled.

'Open your nappy,' I said.  Let's see the mess you've made...'

I stood by the bath and watched as he fumbled open the tapes on each side
of his nappy, and then lifted and pushed it wide open.  Inside it he was
covered in shit, all over his bottom and the tops of his thighs, and
squashed all across his balls and right up around the base of his throbbing
cock.  He dribbled another bead of cum onto his tummy, sat up and reached
one last time for the poppers.

He lay quivering and edging as I got into the bath, straddled him and
squatted down, well back so my arse was hanging over his upper chest.  The
smell from his nappy rose up around me and my dick throbbed.  I really
needed a shit now: my chute was full with a sturdy dump and it was pushing
hard at my arsehole.  The few seconds longer I held it in for seemed to
last for ages, and suddenly I was conscious of his whimpering again.  Then
I gave in and used my toilet; defiled this handsome lad with my big dirty
shit.  A big mushy log landed right below his chin, and then another
squelchy lump, and another.  The stink made him gag, and he let out a moan
and edged onto his tummy.  Then I pushed and curled out another one, and
this time my long log fell backwards as it dropped and actually hit him in
his pretty face, and left a smear down his cheek when it fell off onto the
floor.  He retched softly.

'Ugh,' he groaned as I farted in his face.  'So nasty!  Gimme your shit
... make me cum!'

I started shitting again, mushy and hot and foul, and as I did I reached
down and touched him.  He quivered as my fingers met his skin, and I ran
them down to where his dick was throbbing and twitching on his stomach.  I
tickled its end and made him gasp, pushed out the last little turds, and
then got up and turned around.

He was helpless, half-buried under my reeking, mushy pile and gagging with
the stink and foulness of it all, and he gasped as I reached down and
touched his dick again.  I wanked us both off, fumbling clumsily at him
with my left hand.  He was right on the edge of cumming but for a brief few
seconds he tensed himself up frantically and I started to cum too, and then
we tipped over the edge together.  He screamed out loud as we spurted our
loads all over his body and face, and my congealing, filthy shit.

Afterwards I scooped the worst of my turds off him, picked up his nappy and
bagged them both up, and turned the shower on full to clean away the worst
of the shit from his skin.  I'd put some disinfectant and soaps out before
he arrived, and whilst he got himself clean I cleaned up the toilet and the
floor, and wrapped all the cloths and so on up in several layers of plastic
to take out to the bins later.  Then I went and joined him in the shower.
He was all cuddly and tactile, like he often was after we'd had a horny
session together, and he bent over in front of me for the fourth or fifth
time that day, this time for me to wash him down with another load of
antibacterial soap.  Everything was back to normal as we both towelled
ourselves down, and apart from the lingering smell there was no trace of
what we'd done.  An hour later he put his jacket back on, and gave me a
sweet hug as he stood behind the front door.

'See you again soon?' he said.  'I wanna do that again!'

'Definitely!  I'm around quite a bit for the next few weeks, so send me a
WhatsApp when you're free.  I'll look forward to it...'


* * * * *


Will called me yesterday morning, when he had an hour alone at home, and he
was horny and needed a shit.  He propped his tablet up on the floor behind
him, took his pants off, and squatted down over some toilet paper.  His
bottom relaxed and his hole puckered out, and he grew a thick, smooth brown
tail that curled forward and snapped off, and then thrust its twisted end
up towards me, bent downwards and pulled again.  His turds made soft thuds
as they hit the ground.  Then the smooth, crackling tapered off a bit and
his hole pitched shut, and he dropped another lump onto his pile.  He
looked back between his legs and grinned at me, looking so hot and naughty
as he squatted over what he'd done, and his cock bobbed up and down, and
spurted piss onto the floor in front of him.  His expression hardened a bit
then, he strained slightly, and his brown hole twitched and flared out
again.  He did another long, snaky turd that grew softer as it came, and
dropped a string of smooth curls onto his logs, and grunted loudly as he
pushed out the end of it.

As soon as he'd finished he got up, his dick bouncing, knelt and and thrust
his arse right back at the camera to show me his dirty bumhole at close
quarters. Then he pulled it closer, bent down and held his face over his
big brown pile.  He let out that little whimper that he always did when he
was dead turned on, and he fumbled with his dick, wanking clumsily as he
bent down still further until the could feel the heat of his own shit on
his face.  He took a long, deep sniff, and then another.

'Ooh...' he moaned.  'Oh fuck....'

He wanked harder and his breathing grew heavier, and he started to moan and
gasp as he inhaled his own stink.  He'd said he fantasised about doing this
but I hadn't really thought he would.  Not yet, anyway.  But I was quickly
learning that when Will was dirty and really turned on anything might
happen!

'Gonna do it...?'  I breathed.  'Push your face in it...?'

He nodded and whimpered, took a deep breath and clamped his eyes and mouth
shut.  Even as he did it he was edging hard, and then suddenly it was all
over.  He jerked upright and squealed out loud, and his meaty young cock
spurted a great load of cum all over his beautiful brown pile.

He isn't doing anything next Sunday, he said before he ended the call.  I'm
not working that day either, so he's going to come over first thing.  He's
promised me he'll eat loads the day before and not drink too much in the
evening, and I'm going to try and hold mine in too.  He wants to get really
messy, he says; maybe even get his face dirty for real this time, and he
wants a really messy nappy again too.  Just the thought of more filthy sex
with gorgeous young Will gets me hard.  Sunday is three days away, and I
can't wait!




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