Date: Fri, 28 Apr 2006 22:38:42 +0000 (GMT)
From: Jez Holford <jezholford@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Brown Thing (scat)

The first time I remember vividly. I was about 14 or 15, and every
lunchtime me and a group of mates would leave the school, grab something to
eat and head off to a nearby piece of wasteground that were former railway
tracks. We'd wander about, play various silly games, attempt to nick things
from a neighbouring warehouse or sometimes sit and stare at battered porn
mags we found in the bushes. Once or twice we had wanking sessions -- but
that's the subject for another story.

On this particular day I really can't remember what we were doing, but I
can remember frantically running around playing some sort of game -- a
variant on hide or seek with added teenage violence. I was the runt of the
group, and was always caught by others, so I was looking for a particularly
good place to hide. I raced up a sandy bank, knowing there was a thicket of
bushes just behind with a really good spot. I lived nearby and knew this
maze of paths better than anyone else. As I got to the top of the bank, I
was about to descend down the other side, when I spotted Nick.

Nick was my best friend really, and subject of frantic nightly wanking
fantasies. He was slightly taller than me at the time, tousled mousy brown
hair, a wiry, toned body that I'd peeked at in the changing rooms more than
once. He had a thicket of pubes -- much more than me, and his cock was a
lovely tanned colour and bounced around as he walked. Once, when he stayed
over at my house, I'd reached under the covers while he slept, and gently
touched his firm athletic legs, feeling his cock through his thin boxer
shorts. Just one touch of the bare skin of his penis through the opening at
the front of his boxers, and I was shooting ribbons of cum across the
carpet. I felt incredibly guilty about it afterwards. Another time, we'd
wanked together in the dark. His cock must have been dripping pre-cum, as
he made a sloppy, fwap-fwap-fwap sound as he jerked his dick. He came, with
a grunt, into a tissue, which later while he snored I picked up of the
floor, wiping his cum over my cockhead.

As I spotted Nick, just yards from me, I froze. I stepped to one side, and
ducked behind a crumbling piece of masonry. He was just stood there, facing
away from me. Then I realised, to my surprise, he was undoing his belt. He
unzipped the fly of the regulation black school trousers, and dropped his
trousers, shortly followed by his boxers, revealing the two tight globes of
his arse, fuzzy brown hair protruding from his crack.

Suddenly, I realised what he was doing. He was going to have a shit. I was
going to look away, but I was transfixed. Now, I'd watched all of my mates
have a piss -- and Nick was no exception. Every day when we got to the
tracks, we'd stop for a slash together, often against a wall where we'd try
to leave the highest mark. I often got a really good view, and loved seeing
the powerful streams of piss jet out of my mate's cocks. Nick in
particular, would slightly pull back his long foreskin, exposing the
purplish tip of his knob before spraying the ground. I loved that moment.
But I'd never seen ant of my mates have a shit... in fact I'd never seen
anyone do it. I was quite shy about it myself, I hated having to shit in a
public toilet where someone might hear me, and couldn't imagine being
watched -- as I now, was doing to Nick.

As I watched, he reached into his blazer pocket and pulled out some paper,
before squatting down, shuffling his feet forwards a bit. He was clearly
struggling to balance. I remembered trying to do this myself, and the
difficulty of squatting like that with your trousers round your ankles.

"Oh fuck!" he mumbled, before wrenching off his right shoe and pulling his
foot through his trousers. This clearly gave him a better position and
avoided soiling himself. He took a wider stance and squatted again. His
arse was obscenely wide open in front of me, exposing his arse crack fully.
Brown fuzzy hair ran up and down the crack, encircling his pucker. He
obviously began to push, as his sphincter seemed to push outwards. He
farted. I realised, to my shock, that my dick was painfully hard. He farted
again, and then, I saw the brown tip of his shit emerge.

His hole just suddenly seemed to open to a surprisingly wide diameter as a
thick tube of shit slid from his bowels. It wasn't massive, about six
inches long, then broke off onto the ground. Nick grabbed his paper,
tearing it in half and rubbing quickly at his hole. A second wipe, and it
was all over. He quickly pulled up his pants, zipped up, replaced his shoe
and jogged off to join the game.

I stood up properly, my dick poking painfully into the waistband of my
trousers. Gingerly, I walked over to where Nick had squatted down, not
quite sure why I was interested. The pieces of paper lay scrunched in the
grass, streaked with brown. A smell of shit lingered in the air. And there
on the floor was his fat turd. I looked down at it. With growing horror, I
just knew I had to touch it.

I kneeled down and touched my middle finger to the brown log. It was warm
to the touch, slightly tacky, but firm. I felt like I was going to cum in
my pants. Quickly, I undid my fly and my cock sprang out. Still gently
touching his log, I began to wank with my left hand. My cock felt harder
than it ever had done before. Then, putting one hand down on the grass in
front of me, I lowered my dick to rest on top of the shit. I rubbed my
glans over it, feeling its warmth. Then suddenly -- and violently -- my cock
spasmed, shooting globs of cum across the grass. My knees almost gave way
as my cock jerked and I gave way to the bliss of one of the best orgasms
I've ever had.

All too quickly it was over. Oh God. What the hell had I done? I looked
down at my cock, dappled with marks from Nick's shit. I looked down at the
steaming log, splattered with my cum. Frantically, I zipped up and went to
join my friends. What was I thinking of? I really had to put this behind
me.

---

Fast forward six years and I really had tried to put it behind me. By this
time I'd grown up, and made my first tentative steps into a world of gay
sex. I was at college, and was enjoying life. Just a few months before, I'd
had my first fuck -- a really mindblowing experience. I'd really enjoyed
having my arse fucked nice and hard by a sexy young devil called Mark, and
had a few other experiences, all of them 'normal' gay sex. I really didn't
think I would ever seriously act on any of my darker impulses and had more
or less put any thoughts of what I'd realised was called scat out of my
mind.

But not entirely. I'd discovered cottaging, and was spending far too much
time hanging around in the student union toilets. One time, sat in a
cubicle absent mindedly wanking my cock, another student walked in and took
the cubicle next to me. I was hoping that he'd be up for a spot of wanking
under the partition, but when I heard him fart, I knew I was wrong, I
peeked under, and could see his trainers and jeans down round his
ankles. Another fart, and a loud splash, and a really satisfied sigh. And,
I realised, I was really horned up. So it hadn't gone away. I left the
doorway splattered with my sperm.

Eventually, a few years later, I just knew I had to try this thing out for
real -- to get it out of my system.

That's another story...


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Jezholford@yahoo.co.uk