Date: Thu, 6 May 2021 06:56:41 +0100
From: namab mass <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: Andy's Arse Chapter 2

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Andy's Arse


Chapter Two

A few days later I was working at home when my phone rang.  Irritated by
the distraction I grabbed it, but then my stomach did a backflip as I saw
who it was.  I could hear the sound of traffic in the background before he
spoke.

'Hiya,' he said cheerily.  'Erm ... are you in?  I'm out on a job round
near your place, and I really need a shit!  I got another job to go to so I
haven't got long, but if you want me to take a shit at your place?'

'Ow wow!  Yes, I'm in; I'm working at home today.  Come over!'

'Cool, cheers man.  I'll see you in ten minutes.'

I sat and fizzed with impatience for nearly half an hour before he knocked
on the door.  As I opened it I was struck again by how handsome he was, and
I still couldn't believe I was lucky enough to have this gorgeous young man
who shared my dirtiest, most exciting fetish.

'Sorry man,' he said as he bustled in.  'Traffic was real bad, and I'm
gonna be late for my next job if I don't hurry.  Need a shit big time as
well.'

'Okay.  D'you just want to sit on the toilet, then?  Come on through...'

We hastened through to the bathroom with my dick stiffening in my pants,
and I put the toilet seat down and stood next to it.

'Sit well forward,' I said.  'So's I can see it coming out.'

He nodded, then turned around and started unbuckling his belt.  His black
work trousers dropped around his ankles, and for a moment his boxer shorts
were stretched over his sturdy bottom.  Then he pulled them down too and
showed off his beautiful pale cheeks.  His T-shirt rode up from them as he
sat down, and shuffled forward a bit until his dick was touching the front
of the seat and I had a clear view down into the toilet.  He fumbled in
front of him and held his semi-hard dick down, and from below him came the
sound of him pissing.  The water rippled and turned slightly yellow.  His
bottom heaved a little a couple of times, and deep in his hairy crack I
could just see his hole flaring out.  When he did it again he farted, a
little sharp rasp.  The smell tickled my nostrils.  Quickly I unbuckled my
belt and pulled my pants down, and started to wank next to him.  He looked
around, smiling slightly; his face stiffened a little as he strained, and
he farted again.  Then he looked straight in front again and rocked forward
ever so slightly.  From underneath him came that soft, deliciously filthy
crackle, and his turd began to come out.  He pushed it out slowly at first,
in fits and starts as he strained, but then it came more fluidly, and slid
out of his bum until he had a dark, lumpy column hanging down.  Slowly the
end of it started to pull away.

'Plop!'

Water splashed up on his bottom and the seat behind him, he grunted softly,
and then his bottom heaved a little and the slimy crackle came again.  He
gave a little sigh of relief as once more his thick turd began to grow.
Another big log fell from it, and then another, and another.

'Plomp! ... Plomp ... plop!'

The sound of him having a shit seemed to echo in the room.  Below him I
could see his turds, floating alongside one another and breaking the
surface, with his gloriously dirty smell rising up from them like smoke.
The water around them stirred again as he let out another long piss.  When
that was over he sat silently for a while, very still, and I imagined that
normally he'd have been playing with his phone at this point, relaxing in
mid-shit.  Twice more he gave a couple of little grunts and a strain,
rocked forward slightly, and another solid, dark turd crackled from his
bottom.  The sound as they fell was soft and slimy; shit falling on top of
shit.  He toilet was well filled now, and the broken end of one turd stuck
up out of the water, and the smell was even stronger.

'Phew, Andy, you must've really needed to go!'

'Yeah, I did,' he chuckled, then twisted round and looked at me, grinning.
'You really get off watching me, don't you!  S'okay, I don't mind now.  I
were wrong.  It's actually kind of hot shitting in front of you.  I like
how you get off on how bad it smells!'

'Mm, yes, I really like the smell of your shit.  So fucking dirty!'

'Nice.  Wanna wipe my arse for me then?  Serious, if you wanna do it...'

'Ooh!  Yes please!  Pass me the bog roll.'

'Nah, not yet.  Ain't finished!'

He farted again as he strained and his bottom heaved, and he rocked a
little forward and did a long, dark, snaky turd.  My cock dribbled onto the
floor as I watched it curl and drop and pile up out of the water at the
back.  Finally it slowed and stopped, and then a last slim turd curled
slowly out of him and fell on top of his load.  He reached out for the
toilet roll and held it behind him.

'I'm done,' he said.  'Now, if you wanna wipe me...'

I folded a few sheets of paper -- not scrunched it, like he did -- and he
lifted his bottom up off the seat for me to wipe it.  I could feel his
little muscly hole flaring out a little as I drew the paper back across it,
making a long, ragged dark smear.  I folded it and gave him another long,
slow wipe, and he grunted softly, evidently liking the feeling of having
his bottom wiped for him.  I was loving it too: it felt so intimate doing
this for him.  This time the paper came away cleaner, and I dropped it into
the toilet and folded up some more.  Again he grunted with satisfaction,
and then when it was coming away with just the faintest little marks on it
he grunted again contentedly as I gave him a last, harder rub.  When he
turned around I saw he was nearly hard, and his hand went to it just as I
did to mine.  We started wanking together for the first time, grunting and
sighing and tugging at our cocks.  I watched his face as he began to moan,
and his cute features contorted, and then he gasped out loud and came, and
shot our spunk all over his big manly shit.

'That was really good,' he said slightly coyly as he pulled his pants back
up.  'Wanna do it again?  I do quite a lot of jobs round this part of town,
so when you're in and I need a shit...'

'Yes!  Why not text me when you know when you're going to be around, and
I'll see where I'll be, and we can take it from there?'

'Okay, yeah, that sounds like a plan.  I'll text you.  See ya later!'

I watched him get into his van and drive off, then went back inside and
into the bathroom, to enjoy the smell and skidmarks he'd left, and to
fantasise about the next time.


* * * * *


The next time came sooner than I expected.  Only two days later he texted
me when he was on a job a mile or so away, and starting to need a shit.  So
did I, as it happened, and in the hour I waited whilst he finished his job
and drove over I became desperate.  By the time he arrived I was lying on
the sofa, squirming and clenching up and trying to ignore the dull pain in
my chute.  At one point I'd thought I wasn't going to manage it and I
texted him telling him to hurry up.  When he arrived he had an obvious
semi, bulging out the front of his trousers.  It grew quickly to a full
hard-on as we stripped, and bounced cutely as we hurried through to the
bathroom.

'Don't wank,' I said urgently as I threw down a flattened bin liner and
squatted over it.  'Save it til you've done yours too, and we'll cum all
over it together.'

'I'll try,' he said dubiously.  'You know how I always cum when you shit
for me ... ooh!  Oh that's a big one!  Mm!  Oh man that fucking stinks!'

I looked down and back, to where my own thick, golden-brown shit was piling
up underneath me, grunting with relief.  I could have held back a bit, but
shitting felt so good and the relief was so intense that I just let it go,
and emptied my bowels in one long stream.  By the time I was done there was
a big, coiled pile on the bag.  When I twisted round to look at him he was
staring at it in amazement, and although he wasn't touching his dick it was
swollen and throbbing and bobbing up and down.

'My turn,' he said huskily.  'Really need a shit now!'

He pulled the bag towards him, shuffled round and squatted over the other
end.  He farted sharply a couple of times, and then his turd started to
emerge.  It came slowly as he grunted and strained, and his hole puckered
and squeezed, all lumpy and cracked.  A couple of little nuggets broke away
from.  As more came out his turd got smoother, and the lumpy end broke away
and thudded loudly onto the floor.  Above it he pushed out a hefty brown
column that hung from him, for a second dropped a thick log onto the floor,
and then tapered off and landed upright, sticking up like a brown spike.
His smell mingled with mine, sweeter and harsher, and both of them hung
round us like fog.  He hadn't asked for the washing up bowl but it didn't
matter: he was way too hard to piss, and his dick just bobbed up and down a
couple of times before he grunted and curled out another weighty turd. His
shit was smoother now, cracked and broken at the ends, glistening dully
underneath him.  With a soft grunt and a slimy hiss he added another one to
his pile, strained and farted and flared his brown little hole out, and in
again. I was coming to love it when he was in mid-shit like this, squatting
over a hefty pile already, pushing and grunting softly as the next turd
slid down his chute.  He strained again, and a little wet fart signalled
that he was about to shit.  I edged hard as two or three long, sinuous
turds slid out of him.  No sooner had the last one dropped and his dirty
hole squeezed shut behind it than he turned round hastily, his big cock in
his hand, wanking hard.

'Fuck...' he breathed.  'Oh that felt good.  Gonna cum!'

He began to moan and breathe heavily, and then his head went back, eyes
closed, crying out through his clenched teeth as he came.  He shot so hard
it spurted right over his shit and spattered onto mine.  He watched with a
blissed out smile as I too edged again, leaned forward sharply and came all
over his hefty pile.

He said before he left that he was really getting into shitting for me, and
that now he'd got over his shyness about it opening his bowels and having a
shit while I watched and wanked was exciting and sexy.  He liked how I got
off on it, and how that made the usual pleasure and satisfaction of having
a shit ten times better.  He couldn't wait to do it again.

In the end it was the following week before he could come over again, in
the afternoon. He'd started to need a shit whilst he was on his last job,
doing a bit of rewiring for an elderly customer.  He'd had his sandwiches
sitting in the van, not long afterwards he'd started to need a shit, and
his heart had sunk at the thought of having to go and do it in the old
lady's bathroom.  By the time he got to mine he'd been holding it in for
nearly two hours, and he was horny and desperate.  I got him to take his
trousers off and sit backwards on the toilet with his arse hanging over the
front, so that his piss went into the bowl and I could sit behind and watch
close up as he had his much-needed shit.

Right in front of my face his bottom relaxed and his hole began to open.
He let out a little squeaky fart, and then the thick end of his turd forced
its way out.  His soft little grunts gave away his pleasure and relief as
he grew a thick brown tail.  The smell hit me and set me off whimpering and
wanking harder, and then his turd started to pull apart.

'Thud!'

It landed hard on the plastic bag, bent and toppled over.  At once another
hefty log fell, and then the long, tapered end curled from his flaring hole
and dropped on top of both.  He twisted round to look at me, his face a
picture of satisfaction.

'Cor!' he grunted.  'I fucking needed this!  Oh ... uh ... another turd's
coming...'

He farted and his hole squelched and crackled, and he sighed with relief as
he pushed out another turd that curled and snapped, and built up into a
pile underneath him; a big, healthy, toilet-blocking shit from his gorgeous
body.  I was edging constantly now, sniffing deeply at his stink as I
wanked.  And then he grunted and pushed out a long slim one, and the filthy
sound and the sight of it curling from his arse tipped me over the edge.  I
leaned forward suddenly and shot all over his brown pile.


* * * * *


That Saturday he had his hangover shit in front of me, at his place.  He'd
been out with his mates the night before to some tacky club.  He'd had a
lot to drink and he didn't remember much about the last couple of hours,
apart from getting a pizza on the way home.  He rang me when he was still
in bed, and held the phone down under the duvet so I could hear him fart.

'I'm gonna need a shit soon,' he said.  'When I get up and have a
coffee...'

'Mm!  Wanna come over?'

'Nah, I can't.  I'm still gonna be over the limit to drive.  Why don't you
come over here?  It's okay, my housemate plays football and they're away
today.  He'll be going out in a minute.  Think he's just having a shit now
before he goes, actually.  I'll have to go and smell it when he's done, get
myself in the mood!  Anyhow, he'll be gone in a quarter of an hour, if you
wanna come over?'

'Er ... yeah, okay then.  I'll be about twenty minutes, half an hour
maybe.'

I didn't have a car and the bus would take ages, but it was only a few quid
to get a taxi over there and I couldn't resist it.  It felt strange,
buzzing through the city on a Saturday morning on my way to do something so
kinky, and trying to hold a conversation with the driver while my cock
stiffened in my pants.  Finally he turned off the main road, and into a
cul-de-sac of modern houses, all neat front gardens and nearly new cars on
the driveways.  I paid him quickly and went over to the house in the
corner, which alone in the road looked slightly dilapidated, with Andy's
work van parked across the front.  My heart raced as I knocked at the door,
and behind the frosted glass I saw his silhouette.

'Hey man,' he grinned.  'Come in.'

He looked as if he'd only just got out of bed, still in his crumpled
T-shirt and boxer shorts with his hair all over the place, and dark circles
under his eyes.  The house was a typical lads' house, with piles of DVDs
and other clutter all around the living room and the remains of last
night's pizza on the floor.  He made us a coffee and we settled on the
sofa.

'So ... you need a shit, then?'

'Yeah, starting to.  Gonna be a big one.'

'Mm!  And smelly?'

'Yeah it will be.  I always do a really stinky one when I've got a
hangover, and it comes on quick too.  I'm really starting to need the
toilet!'

We sat and finished the coffee, the tension rising steadily.  I could see
Andy's cock starting to get hard, pushing the front of his boxers out into
a tent, and mine was the same.  I looked him up and down, this gorgeous,
hung over tradie lad, sitting slightly stiffly as the pressure in his
bowels mounted.  The prospect of watching him do his big hangover shit was
awesome!  Presently he drained his coffee, and my heart started to thump as
he put the mug down and went to stand up.

'I've gotta take a shit now.  You ready?'

Quickly I drained my own coffee and followed him up the stairs, with my
head whirling in excitement and my eyes fixed on his sturdy arse.  The
bathroom was as cluttered as the rest of the house, with two young men's
toiletries and towels scattered around.  He pushed things away to clear
some space in front of the toilet, picked up a bag he'd left on the side
and laid it on the floor, and then chuckled cutely as he glanced at the
toilet and pointed out his housemate's skidmarks.  I'd seen a picture of
his housemate; a tall, blonde, good-looking young man, who evidently did
big, light-coloured turds.

'Go on,' he said.  'Strip.  Wanna see you naked and wanking off while I
shit.'

My cock was rock hard, pressing against my flies, and it bounced free when
I pulled them down.  He grinned sexily as he saw it, and pulled down his
boxer shorts to show off his own hard-on.  He peeled off his T-shirt too,
and stood naked in front of me, all masculine and horny, stroking his cock
and watching as I got naked and knelt down on the floor.  I looked up at
him in something like worship, longing to lean forward and suck his
beautiful dick, and wanting what was about to happen more intensely than
I'd ever wanted anything before.  My heart felt as if it was going to burst
through my chest as he turned around, showing me his gorgeous smooth back
and his firm arse, and then lowered himself into position.  His cheeks
parted to show off his hairy, tight hole, right in front of me.  I waited
for a few seconds that seemed like a lifetime.

'Uh,' he grunted.  'Uh ... oh here it comes!'

His bottom filled out a little as he relaxed, his crack pushed out and his
hole flared open.  A brown point emerged at once, paused, and then his turd
came out.  Normally his shit was solid and nuggety at first and he had to
push his lumpy logs out.  Not now.  He just relaxed and let it go, and over
the filthy hiss and little gassy farts from his arse came his satisfied
grunts.  His shit was firm and dense and smooth, a rich, dark colour; and
as it slid sinuously from his flaring hole deep cracks opened up across it,
pulling apart into jagged broken ends.  One thick log fell onto the bag,
and then another, and another on top of both.  The smell rolled out from
him.  It was much stronger than usual, a rank cloying smell that really
filled the room and set my dick twitching with its sheer foulness.

'Mm!' I breathed, sniffing deeply at it.  'Mm!  Oh wow, Andy, that fucking
stinks!'

He grunted in reply.  The sliver of shit hanging from his hole moved, and
came out stuck to the end of another long, smooth turd, from which it
dropped away and fell lightly.  Then he squeezed his hole shut, and his
long log dropped and curled around on top of his pile.  His hole was all
brown and sticky.  It flared and pinched in, and then out again in a couple
of little wet farts.  He grunted again, and sat, straining occasionally and
grunting.  I could barely believe what was happening.  Andy's hangover shit
was horny on a whole new level.  The size and the obscene beauty of it, and
the filthy sound and the stink, drove me wild.  I was edging and whimpering
behind him, almost begging him to do more.

He strained a little, grunted softly, and his hole flared again.  It was
all brown, with bits of shit clinging to his anal hairs, and it bubbled
brown slime as he farted.  His shit came out like a long brown rope, slowly
at first, dropping long slim curls.  It went on and on, and then it grew
softer and gassier, and the lumps dropped wetly onto his pile.  I leaned in
closer, and the smell nearly made me gag, but then I leaned back sharply as
he let out a wet fart and pushed out a last surge of mushy little turds.

He flashed his dirty arse at me once more as he lifted himself up.  Then he
turned around and sat back down on the toilet, looking down on me as I
leaned in again and sniffed deeply.  I was buzzing in a way I never had
before, and even though the stink made my stomach heave my dick was
bouncing and bobbing without my even touching it, and I was dribbling
pre-cum all over the floor.

'Ooh!' he breathed.  'Oh yeah, you liked that, didn't you?!  Look how
fucking hard you are!  Can you smell it?  Go on, sniff it.  Sniff my big
shit.'

I leaned down nearer to it and sniffed again, and started wildly at his
pile, marvelling at this gorgeous young man's revolting, beautiful hangover
shit.  His logs lay buried, their ends sticking out from under a great,
slimy brown mound.  All of a sudden I couldn't help myself.  It was as if
some invisible hand was pressing down on the back of my neck, forcing my
face closer and closer.  I in until I could feel its hotness on my nose and
the stink overpowered me.  All of a sudden I wanted to push my face right
into it, but I couldn't.  I knelt there whimpering with desire.

'You fucking love my shit, don't you,' he hissed.  'It's fucking awesome
how much you get off on it.'

I nodded and moaned.  Above me he was wanking hard.

'Yeah, that's it.  Sniff it ... go on, smell my nasty hangover shit.  Now
... ooh, I'm gonna cum soon.  Go on ... wank off now.  Wanna see you cum
all over my shit!'

I hadn't cum so hard in years.  My whole body convulsed and my vision went
blurry, and I cried out through clenched teeth as I shot all over his
reeking brown pile.





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