Date: Fri, 21 May 2021 20:18:18 +0000
From: namab mass <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: Andy's Arse Part 4

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Andy's Arse

Chapter Four

A few weeks later I went over to his place on the Saturday morning.  We'd
planned it a few days earlier, when he'd dropped by in the morning for a
quick shit in the toilet whilst heading to his next job.  He'd been out for
a curry the night before, and his shit was big and soft and really smelly.
He half-stood to show me the bowl full of ragged, mushy lumps, then sat
back down grinning.

'What you doing this weekend?' he asked.  'My housemate's off to see his
mum and dad so I got the place to myself all weekend.  Wanna have some
fun?'

'Mm, yes!  Would you shit on me at your place?  That'd feel so...'

'Cor!  Yes!  Yeah I'll do that.  And I can watch you, and ... well, we'll
see what happens.  You could stay over too, if you like, so play on Sunday
as well?'

I wasn't about to turn that down!  He had to go out first thing on the
Saturday morning to run a few errands, so I got the bus over there.  I got
hard in my pants as I eyeballed the fit student sitting across the aisle,
imagining doing with him what I'd surely be doing with Andy in the next few
hours, and shuffled uncomfortably in my seat.  I'd needed a shit almost
since I'd woken up and the pressure in my arse was mounting.  As I walked
up the street to his place I heard the sound of his van behind me, and he
tooted the horn cheerfully as he drove past.  When I got to his place he
was standing by the front door, hand on his hip, wearing that cool, knowing
little smile he had when he was getting excited.

'Hey,' he said as I walked up to him.  'How you doing?'

'Good, thanks.  I ... er, I really need a shit, though!'

He grinned and led me inside, and locked the door behind us.  I could see
his cock starting to tent out the front of his tracksuit as he turned back
to me, and as he trod his shoes off it stiffened further.  He looked back
to me, reached down and pawed at his hard-on through his pants.  Now that
we were inside the need to shit was mounting rapidly, and I clenched by bum
and squirmed a little.

'Can you wait a bit, or do you need to go now?'

'Now, I think.  Ooh ... yeah, I really need to go to the toilet!'

'Okay then.  I got everything ready.  Come on...'

He led the way up to the bathroom, where he put down the toilet seat and
spread a bag in front of it, and then took a step back and started to
strip.  I undid my jeans and let them drop round my ankles, and then pulled
down my pants to follow, fumbling them past the erection that sprang out as
soon as they were past.  By now I was desperate, cheeks squeezed together,
and the pressure in my arse was getting painful.  Hastily I stepped out of
my jeans and pants and lowered myself onto the toilet, sitting well back
with my arse hanging over the front.  Behind me Andy knelt down, breathing
hard and wanking, and the sound of him all horny and excited turned me on
even more.

'Go on,' he breathed.  'Take a shit...'

I was about to do that anyway.  My load was moving inside me, and I relaxed
and gave in.

'Uh ... uh ... ooh, here it comes...'

My shit was big and firm, and my dick bobbed up and down as it slid down my
chute and nosed its way out of my flaring hole.  The relief was exquisite
as I did a chunky, cracked log whose lumps and bumps stretched my hole as
it slid ecstatically out of me.  A big lump dropped loudly onto the floor,
then another, and then my shit grew softer and I emptied out in a long,
lumpy surge.  I could hear my hole crackling and the squelchy, soft thuds
as my turds piled up, and the smell filled the room.

'Mmm!  Mmm!' sighed Andy behind me.  'Ooh ... phew that fucking stinks!'

I twisted round to look at him, staring wild-eyed at my arse and my pile,
with his face all red and intense.  He was wanking excitedly, sniffing
deeply at the vapour trail hanging around us.  Another turd slid down the
chute, and he leaned in closer to watch me push it out.  When I was done I
stood up and stepped aside, and turned around to him.  In the past he'd
just liked to watch and he'd kept his distance, but now he liked to get
closer, as if it wasn't just the sight of me doing it now, but that in some
primeval way he was drawn to my shit itself.  He was kneeling right over
it, staring down at it with his dick in his hand, breathing hoarsely and
swallowing.

'Sniff it,' I breathed.  'Go on, lean in closer.  Really smell my shit.'

He hesitated, grunting in his throat and shaking all over.  Then he bent
down further, until his face was only a few inches above my pile.  He
gagged with the smell and gave a long moan, and pawed madly at his cock.  I
began to wank over him as he knelt there, sniffing my shit and tugging
himself off harder and harder.

'Oh ... oh,' he moaned.  'It stinks ... so nasty ... oh fuck ... ooh!'

He jerked upright suddenly, wanking madly, and then his mouth fell open and
he cried out loud.  He came harder than I'd ever seen him, and great gouts
of thick, greyish-white spunk fired out of his throbbing cock and spattered
all over my shit.  He relaxed, and knelt with a blissful expression on his
face as I wanked off and came all over him.


* * * * *


After we'd had a shower and cleaned up, we wandered into town for a coffee,
did a bit of shopping, and went to a pub for lunch.  Sitting at a table in
the corner, he took a swig of his pint, scanned down the food menu, and
chuckled softly to himself.

'What's up?' I asked him.

'Oh ... was just thinking.  If you're staying over I'm gonna have a big
lunch.  Something that's really gonna make me shit tomorrow!'

'Heh, yes, good thinking.  Something with plenty of carbs and fibre!
You've not been today, though?'

'Nah.'  He shook his head.  'Thought I was starting to need one first
thing, but didn't last long.  I'll need to later, though.  I was thinking,
too ... do you wanna do it outside?'

'What, in the garden?'

'Yeah.  I like doing it outside.  A couple of times when I've been out on
jobs in the country I've stopped the van and gone in a lay-by on the way
back.  It feels ... naughty.'

'Mmm, yes it does.  I like doing that too.  And yeah, I'll go in the garden
for you, if you want.  Is there somewhere that's not overlooked?'

'Yeah there is, round the side of the house.  Anyway, you ready to order?
Think I'm gonna go for the fish and chips...'

A couple of hours later we walked back to his place.  After lunch we'd gone
off and bought some food and so on for later, then gone for another coffee.
It was a warm day and we sat outside smoking.  His face stiffened and he
leaned to one side a little, and then I smelled one of his ripe farts.  He
looked up at me, grinning furtively.

'I'm starting to need a shit.  Shall we go back?'

He'd bought a little bit of weed for the weekend, saying that he'd always
found it a horny sensation, and back at his place we sat in the garden and
had a joint, and let the anticipation grow.  Two or three times as the
pressure in his chute mounted he shuffled in his seat and farted, and cast
a furtive glance round to the side of the house.  We were both turned on
and massaging semis through our pants.  But then we heard the side door of
his neighbours' house open, just the other side of the fence next to which
he was going to squat, and the sound of their children coming out into the
garden.

'Shit,' he muttered under his breath.  'I hope they go back in quick...'

They didn't.  Instead they started playing games, and a couple of their
friends joined them.  Andy and I gave up, crushed out our cigarettes and
went quietly inside.  In the living room he farted again, and his sharp,
dirty smell made my dick twitch.  He really needed a shit now, and the
sight of him clenching his pert arse and shuffling his feet in discomfort
got me even more turned on.  All of a sudden I wanted to submit to him
again, and lie helpless and degraded as he went to the toilet.

'Andy ... will you shit on me?  Make me your toilet here?'

He looked round, with his eyes half closed and a huge erection bulging out
his pants.

'Ooh!  Oh yeah.  Yeah I will.  Ooh ... oh I'm gonna fart again I think.
Kneel down...'

He came and stood in front of me, turned away and bared his bottom, and
thrust it back at me so I could get my nose right into his crack.  Even
though he'd had a shower a few hours ago it smelled musky and exciting.
His anal hairs tickled my nose as his bottom heaved a little, and he
farted.  Hot gas puffed onto my face and the smell blasted up my nose.  It
was strong and ripe and cloying; the smell of his fresh shit, and it turned
me on more than anything else in the world.  I pawed frantically at my cock
as he did it again.

'Oh fuck ... oh Andy I want your shit.  Gimme your shit!'

He leaned forward a little, pulling his arse away from me, and looked
round.  His face was all flushed and intense, and he was stroking his cock
rhythmically.

'Yeah?  You wanna be my toilet?'

I nodded firmly.

'Good, 'cos I need a shit big time.  Come on...'

He trod his pants off there and then and led me upstairs to the bathroom,
my eyes fixated on his sturdy arse. In the bathroom he bade me to strip
naked and lie down, and he came and knelt over me and made me sniff his
hairy arse, and farted in my face again.  His masculinity overwhelmed me.
I wanted to serve him as his toilet more than I'd ever wanted anything, and
I wanted to go further than we ever had before.  He knelt right down on my
face and farted again, and set me off whimpering and trembling all over.

'Oh!  Oh ... oh Andy, will you shit on my face?'  My voice was muffled,
with his big hairy balls hanging down over my mouth.  I put out my tongue
and licked them.

'Seriously?!'  His voice seemed to come from far above me.  'You wanna take
it in the face?'

'Yes ... oh yes.'

He knelt up a bit, lifting his arse clear of my face, and leaned forward on
his hands to make it stick out.  His hairy hole twitched and flared out a
little, letting out another little puff of hot reeking gas, and the tip of
a dark-brown turd peeped out.  I stared up at it with my heart racing.  He
clenched up a little and it receded back behind his tight pink ring.  In
front his dick stuck out like a ramrod.

'Sure?' he breathed.  'You really want this?'

I moaned again and nodded.  It was the most intense feeling I'd ever had.
I was terrified of what he was about to do to me, and yet at the same time
desperate for it to happen.  The few seconds he waited seemed to last for
an age.  Then he grunted, a wonderfully manly sound, and his hole began to
pucker out once more.  His turtle's head came out slowly, pushing his hole
out into a flaring pink ring, until it jutted from him like a thick brown
cone, glistening where the light caught it.  Again it stopped and I stared
up at it, wild-eyed and trembling with my mouth clamped shut, fighting down
the urge to wriggle backwards quickly so it fell onto my chest.  My face
was his toilet, and I had to lie still and take what was coming.  Realising
that, I submitted to him utterly.

'Uh,' he grunted.  'Uh ... ooh yeah!'

He gave a little push and his hole flared out wider, and started doing a
thick brown column.  I lay dazed and watched it descend on me, crackling
and hissing, all lumpy and cracked with bits of sweetcorn half-buried in
the dense brown mass.  It kept on coming, right down towards me until I
could feel its warmth and sense its weight, Then as it started to curl
forward just below his hole and a crack opened up across it I shut my eyes
and let my ears and nose take in the slimy crackle and the thickening
smell.  Then it dropped, and it was like a blow in the face.  It fell
backwards and curled around, so one end was on my chin and the other right
up to my forehead.  The crackling was still sounding and I half-opened one
eye to see the turd still sliding out of him, faster now, and starting to
break off again.  Quickly I closed my eye again, just in time for the world
to fall in on me.  Two hefty lumps landed in quick succession, and then
another that slid down my cheek and onto the floor next to me.  His shit
was heavy and hot and slimy, amazingly nasty, and his stink gassed me and
made me gag.  Another one landed.  Then I felt his hand around my cock and
batted it frantically away.  The degradation was total and the buzz was out
of this world, and I was teetering on the edge of cumming.  I could feel my
own spunk dribbling onto my stomach, and then he cut loose a long, hot
stream of piss.  It splashed on my stomach and ran down my sides and pooled
around me on the floor.

'Yeah!' he breathed somewhere above me.  'Fuckin' shitting on your face.
Want more, yeah?'

I moaned and held up my thumb.

'Good.  Now, I need to do some more.  Want you to spaff all over yourself
while I finish my shit.  Here it comes...'

He reached forward and started to wank me again, farted, and then unloaded
a pile of mushy shit.  Suddenly my nose was blocked and I couldn't breathe,
and I shook my head violently to clear it.  I could feel my face all
smeared with his waste, and now it was on the floor all around me too.  I
was completely lost in the sensation; the stink and the nastiness.  And
then I came.  I'd never shot so hard in my life, and it was all I could do
to keep my mouth shut and scream through my tight-closed lips as his last
little turds landed.  I lay there whimpering and shaking uncontrollably as
he turned around and wanked off over me.


* * * * *


I ended up staying over at his place that night.  After we'd cleaned up and
had a long shower, and once I'd got over the faint feeling of disgust that
settled on me as the buzz wore off, he opened a bottle of wine and set
about cooking a meal for us both; a big meat and vegetable casserole, which
we had with jacket potatoes.

'Plenty of fibre in this,' he grinned as he filled up his wine glass and
reached for the serving spoon.  'Make us both shit a lot tomorrow!'

We ended up chatting late into the night.  It was a weird situation, I
reflected briefly when he went for a piss.  We didn't really fancy each
other in a conventional sense, or at least he didn't fancy me; and we were
very different people in most ways, but the fetish we shared had brought us
into contact and we'd found we got on well.  He was a kind-hearted sort of
lad, and I liked his cheeky sense of humour.  Late on we got back to
talking about scat and traded ideas about what we might do in the morning.
But by then we were both very drunk, and not long afterwards we went
upstairs and collapsed into bed.

We woke up quite late, both a bit hung over and bleary eyed, and we had a
bit of a cuddle before we got up.  He looked up at me under his eyebrows,
with the soft light emphasising the smoothness of his skin and the cuteness
of his face.

'Gonna have some fun today,' he smiled.  'Everything we ate yesterday...
Ooh, I'm gonna fart.'

He let out a big duvet-lifter and grinned, and lifted the covers.  The
smell rolled out at us, and I could feel his hard-on starting to press into
my pelvis.  Not long afterwards we got up and made a pot of coffee, and as
we drank it I felt the first stirring in my bowels.  It was faint at first
but it quickly became stronger, and my dick started to get hard as my chute
filled up.  It felt like a really big shit; one of those gassy, slightly
mushy ones I did when I had a hangover, that left big skidmarks and whose
smell hung in the bathroom for ages.  It grew steadily, relentlessly
stronger, until it became uncomfortable.  Andy clocked me as I shuffled a
little to ease the dull ache in my bowels and shot me a sideways glance.
He raised an eyebrow as I put down my coffee mug.

'Andy ... I really need a shit .'

'Mmm, good!  I'm starting to need one as well.  D'you wanna do it outside?
Y'know, like we was gonna do yesterday?  Love to watch you squat!'

'Yeah, I'll do that!  Got some toilet roll or something?'

'Yeah, I'll get some.  Hang on.'

So we went out into the garden and round to the side of the house, to a gap
in the trees by the fence dividing Andy's garden from next door's.  No
windows overlooked the spot, and when I cocked an ear around I couldn't
hear anyone either.  Andy knelt down, pulling his pants down a little as he
did so.  He fumbled out his thick cock and knelt there, looking up
expectantly at me.  Quickly I undid my belt and pulled my pants down to my
thighs.  The morning air was pleasantly cool on my naked bottom as I
squatted down on the mossy ground, with his quick excited breathing right
behind me.  He leaned in a bit closer as I shuffled into position and
hitched my T-shirt up, well clear of the action.

'Go on,' he breathed.  'Take a shit...'

I relaxed, and let out an excited little grunt or two as my much-needed
shit slid down my chute, nosed its way out, and slid slowly, ecstatically
out of my flaring arsehole.  I could feel its lumps and cracks as it went,
and looking down between my legs I saw that I was growing a thick,
dark-brown tail.  Behind me Andy sniffed deeply, let out a little whimper
and began to wank harder, and then I got the smell too, just as the first
thick log fell to the ground.  It made a soft, rustling thud as it landed,
over the crackle of the turd still sliding out.  Another lump dropped from
it, and then another, more quickly as my shit grew softer.

'Ooh!  Mm, it fucking stinks!' hissed Andy.

My flow slowed down a bit and I gave a little strain, and a soft gasp with
the sensation as I curled out another one, long and smooth and satisfying.

'Yeah ... go on, keep shitting ... oh yeah, such a big one!'

I looked down between my legs again at the big brown pile I'd made,
glistening in the morning sunlight, with a little steam rising from it.
The still air was thick with my stink.  I'd nearly finished now, and when I
strained and puckered out my sticky brown hole only a couple of little
lumps dropped from it.  I squatted there for a bit longer, and did a final
little morsel or two.

'That's it ...I'm done.'

He reached forward and handed me the toilet roll without a word, and
watched as I wiped my arse.  I was really dirty, and it took a lot of paper
before I was clean.  Then I stood up and turned around to him, still
sniffing and looking down on the pile of shit and used toilet paper on the
ground.  He fingered his hard cock, his face all intense and flushed, and
he looked up at me with his eyes wide.

'I really need a shit now, too,' he said softly.  'Shall I just do it here,
with yours?'

I looked him up and down, loving how excited he was, with my own cock
getting fully hard again.  Yes, I could just watch him squat here, but I
wanted more than that.  I wanted to submit to him again and be his toilet,
and take his big hangover shit right from his manly arse.  He screwed his
face up in discomfort.

'Mate, I really need a shit!'

'Okay.  But ...will you do it on me again?  I wanna be your toilet again!'

'Yeah I will, if you want, but come on.  I'm gonna shit myself if I don't
go soon!'

We hitched our pants up and scuttled inside, leaving my shit to clear up
later, and he led me straight up to the bathroom, peeling his T-shirt off
hastily as we went.  The curves of his smooth back were beautiful, and at
the base of his spine his bottom peeped invitingly out above his pants.  My
mouth was dry and my heart was racing again, and then he farted on the
stairs in front of me.  It smelled really ripe, like the last time I'd seen
him shit with a hangover.  My dick pressed hard against my jeans, and
rubbed uncomfortably as we took the last few steps to the bathroom door.

'In the bath,' he said urgently.  'Strip off and get in the bath...'

He stood by, shuffling from foot to foot as I undressed.  I couldn't quite
take in what was about to happen, even as I lay down in the cool, hard
bathtub. and he stood over me and bared his gorgeous bottom.  The awful
reality of it only hit me when he sat down.  He was starting to touch
cloth, and I could see the tip of his turd peeping out of his tight,
clenched-up hole.  He settled himself down and shuffled back a little, so
that it hung over my chest.  For a second or two longer he held it in, and
I lay and looked up at him, quivering all over with anticipation.  Then he
relaxed, and his hole began to pucker and let out his big hangover shit.  A
big chunky lump squelched out of him, curled back and snapped off.  Above
me he grunted in satisfaction, and his arse hissed and crackled loudly as
he curled out his gassy, lumpy hangover shit.

'Oh!' I yelped as the next turd landed.  'Oh fucking hell, gimme your shit
Andy ... oh that's so fucking smelly ... mmm!'

Andy's shit piled up between my nipples.  It was heavy and hot and slimy,
awesomely nasty, and his stink gassed me and made me retch and edge at the
same time.  Above me he did a loud wet fart, and another surge of soft
shit, like a cowpat.  I moaned and my dick jerked and dribbled re-cum onto
my belly.  Handsome Andy was having a big, nasty hangover shit, and I was
his toilet.  The sensation was mind-blowing!  More of it came from him,
even looser and smellier.  I was shaking all over with the adrenaline rush,
my whole body writhing.  And then, even while his arse was still sputtering
and farting and bubbling brown slime and little wet turds, I came, and
screamed out loud as I shot all over myself.


* * * * *


I only saw Andy one more time after that.  He texted me a couple of weeks
later, when he was working in the area and he needed a shit.  He had his
workmate with him again so he didn't have long and I was going out anyway,
so he just did it on the bathroom floor, with his trousers round his knees
and his top hitched up.  He looked so masculine, squatting there pushing
out a big lumpy turd that snapped off and thudded onto the floor, curled
its broken end back towards me and snapped again, and then again.  He made
a big, curled brown pile, and then squatted over it for a long time,
grunting and pushing out more little turds.  The smell filled the room, all
thick and nasty and madly erotic.  When he was done I wiped his arse for
him, and we both wanked off over his big shit.

'See you at the weekend, maybe?' I asked as he pulled his jacket back on.
'Your housemate's away, isn't he?'

'Yes he is, but no man, not this weekend.  I ... um, well, I met a lass a
couple of weeks ago and we've had a couple of dates, and she's coming over
for the weekend.'

'Ooh, lucky you!'

'Yeah.  She's gorgeous.  It's ... well, look, I'd best call time on this I
think.  I reckon she and I are going to get together properly and it just
doesn't feel right to keep doing this with you.  If it doesn't go anywhere
then we'll see, but ... it's been fun.  Take care, eh?'

He gave me a manly hug, and then went back to his van.  I watched sadly as
he drove off down the street, remembering all the horny times we'd had
together, and hoping that some day I'd see him again.



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