Date: Wed, 10 Jun 2020 07:26:54 +0100
From: namab mass <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: Chris Sits on the Toilet

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Chris Sits on the Toilet



I'd been sitting for about fifteen minutes, fidgeting impatiently, before I
heard the knock at the door.  My stomach felt all tight and my heart was
thumping a bit as I went to open it, even though I'd done this several
times before.  Chris was standing on the doorstep, his smiley tanned face
wearing his usual cool, slightly cheeky expression.  The diamond studs in
his ears glinted in the sun and the breeze lightly ruffled his hair.  His
jeans fitted well around his shapely legs, and he was only wearing a light
spring jacket so his T-shirt could show off his body.  He isn't a fitness
fanatic but he does exercise quite a lot and he eats well, and at 23 years
old he's rangy and fit. He shot me his usual cocky grin as he came in and
took his jacket off, T-shirt riding up a bit over his smooth tummy as he
hung it up.

'How you doing?' he asked, in his twanging Estuary accent.  'You bin up to
much?'

'Nah, not a lot.  Not since you were last here.  Just work mainly.'

'Yeah, same here.  But ... look, I really need a shit!'

'Can't wait a bit?' I asked hopefully.  I always liked to sit and chat for
a bit, and let the anticipation build up.  'Want a cup of tea or
something?'

'Nah not this time, sorry.  I ain't got that much time before I have to be
at work, and anyway, I'm havin' to hold this one in!  Started to need a
shit after breakfast and then it kinda went away for a bit, but when I were
on me way over here I really started to need one again!'

'Heh, okay then.  Come on...'

I let him past me, and followed him through the house to the bathroom at
the back.  He was tall – a bit over six foot – and slim, and as he
walked I ogled his pert, rounded arse through his jeans.  In the bathroom I
shut the door behind us, and glanced up to check the window was closed as
well.  The light streaming in through it made his hair glow again and shone
on his bronzed skin, and emphasised his pert young masculinity.  He put
down the toilet seat and unbuckled his belt with nimble fingers.  Then he
turned around to me and winked, and pulled down his jeans.  He had a semi
that bulged out the crotch of his boxer shorts until he pulled them down
too, and his big cock bounced free from out of his dense, dark pubes.  He
sat down, drew his legs in and looked up at me, his face all intense
despite his horny little smile.

'Staying there, or yer wanna watch it go?'

'Ooh, I wanna see it!  Hold it a second.'

I stepped forward and to the right so that I was next to him, right up
against the washbasin, pulling down my pants as I went.  In front of me he
shuffled well forward on the seat and settled back into the classic
position of a lad having a dump, leaning forward with his elbows on his
knees and his T-shirt riding up from his naked bottom.  He hitched it up a
bit further, well clear of what was about to happen.  I stood and looked
down on him, his position on the seat and the bright sunshine giving me a
perfect view past his pale cheeks and down into the bowl.  He looked so
awesomely hot and yet oddly vulnerable as he sat there, about to do that
most private thing right in front of me.  My dick was rock hard, thrusting
out towards him as he fidgeted on the seat, and throbbing as I heard him
draw breath.

Chris seems always to rock forward ever so slightly as he shits.  His
bottom relaxed and filled out on the seat, and from underneath him came a
little hiss and a slimy crackle.  His turds are dense and solid and smooth,
and a long one extended slowly down from him like a thick brown column.
The end of it dropped away suddenly.

'Plop!'

The smell hit me as his brown tail grew slowly longer again.  I love the
smell of a hot young guy's shit, and Chris's is so fucking nice.  It's raw
and pungent, with a kind of cloying thickness to it that makes it even more
exciting; not so strong that you could really smell it outside the cubicle
when he's having a dump in a public toilet, but potent enough to fill the
room and make my dick throb.

'Plomp ... plomp, plop ... plip!'

His turd curled and snapped, and the big brown logs he dropped sent water
splashing up on his smooth cheeks.  I stood and watched on, loving the
sight of this fit hunk sitting bare-bottomed with his pants around his
ankles, the hiss and squeak of his turd sliding out and the splashes that
echoed in the room.  Then it tapered off suddenly and his hole pinched
shut, squashing away one more slim turd.  There was a little brown smear
either side of it when he flared it out again.  Below him two chunky logs
floated in the toilet, with two or three smaller ones nestled among them.
The smell filled the bathroom like steam from the shower, and I leaned in a
bit closer, sniffing eagerly.

He shuffled back on the seat, blocking my view down into the bowl, and
fumbled his dick down.  He was pretty hard, but he still let out a long,
splashy stream of piss that ended in a few loud spurts.  Then he leaned
forward a little, drew breath and strained again, and his arse squelched
and farted softly.

'Plop ... ploop ... ploop ... ploop.'

I glanced over at his face.  Chris always wears this really serious
expression when he's having a shit, and his mouth hardens cutely as he
strains.  This is how he pretty much always shits, too: a big solid log, a
piss, and then this long, gassy flow.  Sometimes when he's not been eating
so well he does looser, smaller ones, but usually he does huge, firm loads
that leave big skidmarks in the toilet.  He sat there impassively, pursing
his lips every so often, with his bottom crackling and squeaking softly.
The smell grew thicker and more potent, hanging around us like steam from
the shower.  Then a last little turd peeped out, curled upwards as he
pushed, and dropped silently onto his load.

'That's it, I'm done,' he said, looking round.  'Now, you gonna take a real
good look at it...?'

I nodded, and he stood up and shuffled forward a few steps, pants round his
ankles, so I could turn and kneel down in front of the toilet.  The seat
was warm when I put my hands on it, and right below me in the bowl was his
shit.  The snapped, twisted end of one log poked up above the water's
surface at the front, and at the back it was buried under a big pile of
smooth, russet-brown curls, heaped up like an island on one side.  Fit
young Chris's excrement was obscenely beautiful, and I wanked with my head
in the toilet he'd used, drinking in the fetid smell.  He really gets off
on how much I like his shit, and above me I could hear him wanking too.

'Wait a sec,' he said huskily.  'Don't cum yet ... wipe me arse for me.'

Reluctantly I stood up, with my dick dribbling pre-cum, reached down and
pulled some toilet roll from the holder.  Next to me Chris bent his knees a
bit and stuck his bottom out, still standing up straight like he does when
he wipes himself, and pulled his cheeks apart.  He's got a hairy little
arsehole, and he flared it out beneath my fingers as I dig the paper in and
clean away the stickiness from it, brought it away with a thick smear on
it, and folded it to have another go.  He gets excited when I wipe his
bottom, and by the time I dropped the last crumpled bit of paper onto his
turds he was rock hard.  We closed in on the toilet together.

'Cum all over it,' he said softly.  'Fuckin' spaff all over my shit.

We began to wank, and I took a deep sniff of his smell.  It drove me near
to the edge and I let out a little gasp.  Next to me his breathing grew
heavier and he tugged faster at his cock.  We both came pretty much
together, and spunked all over his shit in the toilet.



* * * * *


Chris isn't into gay scat really.  He's bi, but he's more interested in
women than men most of the time, although he does admit he really likes
fucking a hot guy.  He's pretty vanilla too, except for his 'weird' (that's
how he sees it, anyway) interest in shitting.  It's not that he gets very
excited by his own, but he likes someone else being turned on by it, and he
does sometimes fantasise about other people on the toilet.  Mainly it's
women, but occasionally it's guys he fancies, and he did once watch me out
of curiosity.  It was too smelly and nasty for him and we never did it
again, and he was never up for anything more than me watching him on the
toilet.  He enjoys the naughty, exhibitionist feeling of showing off
something so private, and he gets a thrill out of how excited I get when I
watch him.  He likes it when I watch and wank and then cum all over his
shit, and even though he doesn't normally let guys play with his arse, he
loves having me wipe it for him.

We'd met a few months back through some personal ads where he'd been a bit
vague about who he preferred, got talking and ended up meeting, since we
only lived twenty minutes' walk or so from each other.  Since then he'd got
into the habit of coming over every few weeks, when he was in the mood and
he had a bit of free time, and he needed to go to the toilet.  I'm a fair
bit older than him, but we've become quite friendly in a weird kind of way:
he works in the same sort of job as me, and it always seems a bit surreal
when we sit and talk about work for a bit before he goes to the toilet.  Or
perhaps that's partly why he trusts me.  He always says that the reason he
keeps coming back is that I'm not weird or scary, and I never try to push
him to do anything he doesn't feel comfortable doing.  He's right, but I'd
still love him to do more, and he knows it.  I fantasise about being his
toilet and having him go on my face, or making him hold it until he loses
control and shits his pants.  It'll never happen, though, and it's still
awesomely horny watching such a handsome young hunk having a shit!


* * * * *


The next time I saw him he let me get a bit closer.  He rang me one Sunday
morning when he was still in bed, horny and hung over.  He was gonna get up
soon, he said, with his voice all husky like it went when he was turned on.

'I'm gonna get up soon,' he said.  'And when I have a coffee I'll need a
shit real bad.  You ain't never seen me shit when I've got a hangover 'ave
you?  I block the fuckin' toilet!  I ate so much yesterday too, cos we
ended up getting a pizza on the way home.  I got sick farts now, and I'm
gonna need a massive shit soon.  I can come and do it at yours, if you're
free?  if don't have a coffee I'll hold it okay til I get there...'

'Cool!  Yeah, I'm in.  Wanna come straight over?'

'Safe man, yeah.  I'll have a quick shower an' be on me way.'

He got out of bed, had shower and then came straight out without any
breakfast, and when he showed up half an hour later he still didn't need a
shit.  I gave him some toast and a cup of coffee, and we sat and chatted
about some situation or other at his work that he was worried about.  It
was quite cute how he seemed to want my advice, though he didn't put it
that way.  Then he glanced down and his face stiffened, and my stomach
lurched.

'I'm startin' to need a shit now,' he said quietly.  'I'm gonna fart an'
all.'

He leaned forward on his chair, let out a muffled fart and grinned, and
then wrinkled his nose up coyly.  The smell reached me a second or two
later. It was thicker and more potent than last time, and it made my dick
spring to attention.  We sat for a short while longer as the dull pressure
in his rectum grew stronger and he started to sit stiffly in his seat and
wince every so often.  He looked so deliciously uncomfortable, and yet he
had a hard-on the front of his tracksuits pants couldn't disguise.

'Ooh ... oh, I really need a shit now man,' he grunted.  'It's gonna be a
big one ... big fuckin' hangover shit!  Wanna see it come out...?  Get nice
and close...'

My heart thumped as we got up and went through to the bathroom.  The toilet
is up against the wall with the window in it, to your right as you sit on
it, and on the other side there's a cupboard with the washbasin set into
the top.  I stood in front of it as he turned, pulled his pants down and
sat on the toilet, then bent and leaned right over the top, with my head
behind his back.  He shuffled right forward, opening up my view into the
toilet, and then bent down with his fingers on the floor and lifted his
bottom up a bit, so my face was only a foot above the action.  He drew
breath, and then gave a long sigh, and his bottom heaved.  I could just see
his hole flaring out, with a long, squeaky fart that turned into a loud
squelchy hiss.  A thick, greasy turd peeped out for a moment, forced his
hole open and surged out.

'Plop! Plop!  Plop!  Plop! ... Ploop!'

Hefty brown lumps fell out of him like bombs, water splashed up on the seat
and his bottom, and then a longer, slimy turd left a big smear down the
back of the bowl before it flopped into the water on top of the others.
The end of it curled upwards, then bent down and dropped, and his dirty
little hole pinched shut behind it.  The smell filled the room like fog,
all thick and rank and awesomely nasty.

'Ooh!  I breathed.  'Phew, Chris, that really smells!'

'I know,' he chuckled.  'Hangover shit, innit.  Always fuckin' stinks!
Hang on, I gotta piss ... if I can!'

He shuffled backwards so that my head ended up almost sandwiched between
his back and the toilet cistern.  We didn't normally touch each other, so
it felt weirdly intimate.  He leaned back a bit and forced his cock down
into the toilet, and even though he was pretty hard he managed a few
spurts, and then grunted as the dam broke and he let out a long stream of
piss.  I fancied I could smell its sharp odour even over the cloying
thickness of his bowels.  Then when it was over he shuffled forward and
bent again, uncovering his shit.  He'd already near enough filled the
toilet up, and now his bottom heaved and his brown sticky hole twitched and
puckered out.

His shit was gassy and smooth.  It hissed and crackled as it oozed lumpily
out of him, grew a little back and downwards, and then pulled away and
dropped.  It went on for ages, and he gave little grunts of satisfaction as
slim curls and little lumps landed on his turds.  The soft plops and
splashes gave way to little squelching sounds as his shit piled up out of
the water.  For a moment the flow stopped and his hole closed up, but at
once he gave another little grunt and a strain, a sputtering fart that
blasted little mushy lumps of shit onto the back of the bowl, and he opened
up again in a stream of little brown worms.  They dropped lightly onto the
huge pile he'd done, and he farted again and did a mushy one that covered
it in glutinous brown icing.  When that was over he sat flaring his dirty
little bumhole in and out for a moment.

'Finished,' he said.  'I'm done now.  Fuck me I needed that!'

I stood up straight as he went to sit upright again, and took a step to the
side so I was in front of him.  He rested his elbows on his knees, looking
for all the world like any other lad having his daily shit, and looked up
at me grinning.

'Stinks that, doesn't it!  Now, you gonna wipe me arse for me?'

He stood up and stepped away from the toilet, bent forward slightly and
parted his cheeks.  His bumhole was really dirty, and there was a great
brown stain across the first folded pad of paper as I brought it away from
his skin.  He grinned wryly as I showed it to him, and then I folded it in
half and reached in between his cheeks again.  It took me a long time to
get him clean.  I reached in and rubbed at his hole with one pad after
another of paper, dropping each stained piece into the front of the bowl as
I finished with it so as to leave his shit uncovered as far as I could.
Finally when his hole was nearly clean I could give him a harder, quicker
rub that drew a little muffled gasp of enjoyment from him, and he made a
grab for his cock.  As soon as I'd finished he turned around with it in his
hand, rock hard and oozing pre-cum from its throbbing end.

'I'm gonna cum, man!' he breathed.  'So fuckin' horny...'

So was I.  We both took a step forward so that we were standing over the
toilet wanking.  The smell of what he'd done rose up from it.  We wanked
off together, all quick and excited, breathing harder and harder and
starting to gasp out loud.  Then suddenly his mouth fell open and his head
went back, and his horny young dick fired sticky spunk all over the toilet
just as I too shot all over his huge hangover shit.


* * * * *


I got the sense that Chris was getting into shitting for me a bit more.  He
didn't say so, but the whole thing just seemed to be that little bit
hornier for him these days, and he wanted to do it more often as well.
Only a couple of weeks later he rang me one afternoon when he had a couple
of hours free before work, and he needed a shit.  He hadn't been since the
previous morning, and when he arrived he was clenching his bottom, and he
looked so cutely self-conscious as he stood on the doorstep trying not to
show his discomfort.  We hustled straight through to the bathroom.  He
pulled his pants down gratefully and sat his bare bottom down on the
toilet, but then as I went to stand next to him he looked up at me
suddenly.

'I had a thought...' he said.  'Um ... well, look, y'know you always said
you wanna see it come out...?

'Oh!  Yeah, but...'

I was startled.  I'd once asked if he'd squat for me and he'd refused point
blank.  Shitting was something he'd only ever done on the toilet and he
didn't plan on changing that, he'd said.  He'd let me get steadily closer
as he did it, but I'd never thought he'd do any more than hover.  Now he
looked straight at me, with just a trace of a horny little grin playing
across his cocky face.

'But yer didn't think I'd do it, did yer?'

'Er ... well, no,' I admitted.

'Well I will if yer want.  Not this time, like.  I ain't got very long and
I'm gonna have to let this one go, but yeah, next time, if yer want me to
squat...'

'Wow!  Fucking hell, yes, I'd love to!'

'Cool.'  He chuckled.  'I'll make sure I've a good big one for you!  Like
this one I'm gonna do right now.  It's pushing at me back door ... here it
comes!'

His body relaxed slightly and he let out a soft fart, and then his arse
started to hiss and crackle softly.  He half-closed his eyes, with a
contented little smile on his lips.

'Plop ... plip-plop ... Plomp!'

The raw smell hit me and I pawed at my cock through my jeans.  The
squelching round from beneath him came almost to a stop, but then his
expression stiffened and it speeded up again.

'Plump!  Plop ... plop-ploop.'

He drew his arm back a bit, reached in and pressed his cock down so he
could piss, and looked straight up at me.

'Go on, wank for me,' he said.  'Get it out and have a wank.  I love how
fuckin' horny you get when I'm havin' a shit.  D'yer wanna suck my dick
too...?'

'You what?  Seriously?!'

'Yeah.  I ain't had a blowjob off a guy for ages.  Go on, come here and
suck me dick while I'm still sitting on the bog.'

'Fucking hell, yeah, okay!  Have you finished?'

'Nah.  I'll hold it and finish me shit while you nosh me off.  Now...'

Quickly I pulled down my pants and knelt down in front of him.  He leaned
back to let me in, and his hard cock popped out above the seat and thrust
invitingly into my face.  It tasted of piss at first, but then as I went
further down on him he dribbled a bit of spunk into my mouth with a little
manly grunt that he made again as I lifted my head back, then down again,
and again, and again...

'Ooh...' he breathed.  'Yer good at this.  Now ... another turd's
coming...'

He leaned forward a bit so my head was under his chest, and I could feel
his body tense up for a moment and then relax.  Down here the hiss and
crackle of his arse was much louder, and his smell rose up between his legs
and gassed me.  The first big lump sent splashback up into my face, and
then he pushed my head back down his shaft and I sucked him off as he did a
long, snaky turd.  When I leaned back for a moment I could see it curling
down from him with lumps dropping from its end.  I knelt there in front of
him, sucking him off and wanking, loving every second of it, and the sounds
he was making told me that he was enjoying it too.  His body relaxed again,
and he let out a long, contented breath.

'Ooh... I'm done.'

He nudged me gently back, stood up and moved aside so I could get my head
down the toilet.  The bowl was full of lumps and broken-ended curls, with a
thick, curved log lying fatly across the top of them, the whole lot a rich
dark brown.  My dick dribbled onto the floor as I stared down at Chris's
beautiful big shit and inhaled his masculine smell.  Above me he reached
around and pulled a length of toilet paper from the roll.

'Wipe me arse for me,' he breathed.

He turned away from me, bent forward and parted his cheeks to show off his
dirty bumhole, with traces of shit crusting it and a little bit clinging to
the surrounding hairs.  For a brief moment I felt an overpowering urge to
lick him clean.  He wouldn't have wanted me to do that, though, and instead
I folded a bit of paper and reached up to wipe him.  He wanked as I did it,
and then when I told him I'd finished he turned around and thrust his cock
back down my throat.  I sucked him off there, kneeling in front of the
toilet he'd just used, with the smell of his shit filling the room, wanking
eagerly as he fucked my face.  Then his breathing grew heavier and his hand
tightened around the top of my head, and he gave a big gasp and filled my
mouth with his spunk.  I swallowed frantically, and rolled my tongue around
his end as his cock began to soften with cum dribbling down my chin.

'Ooh,' he sighed.  'That felt so good.  Now, you cum too.  Cum all over me
shit.'

I needed no second bidding.  He stood over me as I turned again, knelt up
and wanked over the toilet where the seat was still warm from his bottom,
and then spattered my cum all over his turds.


* * * * *


It was only a few days later that Chris rang me again.  It was another
Sunday morning, and once again he was lying in bed, nursing a slight
hangover.  He held the phone right down by his bottom and farted loudly.

'Hear that?' he asked softly.  'It smells!  Ate so much again yesterday,
what with the takeaway I got on me way home and a big dinner me mum cooked
before I went out.  I'm gonna have such a dump this morning, I reckon.  A
big fuckin' hangover shit!  I can come and do it at yours, if yer free?'

'Yeah, I'm in.  Wanna come over?'

'Sure!  I'll do same as I did last time and come straight over.  Make us a
coffee!'

He arrived half an hour later, still looking as if he'd just crawled out of
bed.  His hair was all messy and he hadn't had a shower, so his pert body
was faintly musky and he smelled of aftershave and smoke and sweat.  I
looked out of the window and saw him coming, looking for all the world as
if he was doing the walk of shame after spending the night with some girl
he'd pulled.  The prospect of what he was actually coming here for was
awesome, and I felt my dick stirring in my pants.  I still couldn't quite
believe that such a straight-acting, slightly macho young guy could do
something so perverted for me!  I couldn't stop myself from grinning as I
went and opened the front door for him.

Like the last time he'd come on a Sunday, I gave him some breakfast and
made a pot of coffee.  We didn't talk work this time, though.  The coffee
had its effect quickly, and by the time he was half way down his first mug
he was feeling the first faint pressure in his bowels.  He leaned to one
side and farted silently, and shot me a horny little grin as the smell
drifted over to me.  It wasn't one of his strongest, but it was deliciously
pungent, and he leaned a bit closer to me with his face all serious.

'So ... yer wanna see it come out?' he asked.  'Want me to squat?'

'Yes!  But how about if you sit backwards on the toilet, and hang your arse
over the end?  That way you won't make a mess if you piss, and I get to
kneel behind you and watch.'

'Erm ... yeah, cool!  Yeah that's a good idea.  Ooh ... I'm gonna fart
again.'

I loved being with him when he needed a shit.  Just knowing that his fit
body was getting ready to perform its most taboo function and his chute was
filling up with his shit gave me a raging hard-on, and his stiff expression
as his bowels started to send him the 'you really need to take a dump'
signal was crazily sexy.  He was feeling it too, and he fingered his cock
through his jeans as he sat.  He reached out and drained his coffee, and my
heart started to thump as he looked over at me.

'I really need a shit now,' he said quietly.  'Gonna have to go and do it
in a minute.'

'Okay.  Is it gonna be a big one?'

'Yeah, I reckon so.  Should be, the amount I ate yesterday!  Feels real
solid too.'

'Nice!  So ... shall we do it?'

He nodded, stood up and pulled his T-shirt off there and then, showing off
his wiry torso, then pulled his trousers and pants down too and stepped out
of them.  It was the first time I'd seen him completely naked, and he was
stunning.  He stood and watched me coolly as I stripped, with his big
semi-hard cock on full view.  Then he turned and led me through to the
bathroom.  My heart was pounding and my mouth was dry, and I couldn't take
my eyes off his pert bottom as he walked.

In the bathroom he stood by as I grabbed a plastic bag from the cupboard
under the basin and spread it on the floor in front of the toilet, then
shuffled back to let him in.  He faced the wall and lowered himself slowly
onto the toilet, until he was sitting backwards on it, leaning well forward
with his arse hanging over the front above the bag.  I leaned in lower and
closer so that it was right in front of my face and I could see his tight,
wrinkled bumhole peeping out amid the wiry hairs surrounding it.  He seemed
big and deliciously masculine as he sat there in front of me, and my dick
throbbed almost painfully.  His pink hole twitched and puckered out a
little, and he let out a little 'poof.'  The smell hit me immediately; not
overpoweringly strong like it sometimes was when he'd been drinking, but
potent and harsh and fiercely erotic.

'Uh,' he grunted.  'I'm gonna shit ... here it comes!'

His arse relaxed, and his hole winked again and let out another little
fart.  It twitched a couple of times, and then puckered out slowly.  The
pointed tip of his turd peeped through, paused, pushed his hole out into a
pink ring, and slid through it with a slimy crackle until he had a thick
brown spike jutting from him.  The smell hit me and I sniffed at it and
wanked hard, and above me he gave a soft grunt.  Then his bottom filled out
and his hole flared, and he let out a long breath as his log slid out.  It
was thick and solid and lumpy at first, and the first few inches came out
slowly, then suddenly broke away and thudded onto the bag, and above it his
shit grew smoother and greasier.  A long, slightly curved tube grew down
from him, making a filthy sound.  He dropped one long log and another that
bent over the top of it, and then his turd tapered off into a brown snake
that coiled across his logs when he pinched it off.  His dirty bumhole
squelched shut right in front of my face, and he gave another satisfied
grunt.

He sat up a bit straighter, reached his right arm down and pressed his dick
down into the bowl, but he was too hard to do more than a couple of
squirts.  For me, kneeling there right behind him as he took a big shit was
the maddest thing I'd ever done.  The sight of him sitting there naked over
his big curled logs, pissing and grunting with his dirty hole twitching,
was unbelievably horny.  Without the water of the toilet to contain it his
shit smelled ranker and stronger, and I edged and dribbled cum on the floor
and inhaled his stink like poppers. Then he gave another grunt and a little
strain, his hole flared out again with brown smears crusted round it,
twitched, and then squelched and hissed and opened wider.  His turd was a
lumpy, greasy brown flow from deep inside him.  Gassy farts hissed out
around it as it curled this way and that, and lumps fell from it and
dropped with little slimy thuds.  Beneath him his brown pile grew into a
small mound of curls and lumps and logs, glistening in the light.
Eventually his flow slowed and grew thinner, until he sat there with one
last long hook hanging down from his bottom.  He pushed and flared his hole
a couple of times before it pulled slowly away.

'I'm done,' he grunted.  'Like that...?  Yeah?  Now ... wipe me arse for
me.'

My hand was shaking a bit as I pulled some paper off the roll, folded it
and reached forward to wipe him. His hole was really dirty and it left a
big brown smear across the paper at first.  I had to use three or four pads
of paper before he was nearly clean, and then one more to give him a nice
vigorous rub that drew a little grunt of pleasure from him.  As soon as I
was done he got up and turned around and sat back down on the toilet,
looming over me as he wanked, looking down at his heaped turds and the
stained and crumpled paper around them.

'Sniff it,' he breathed.  'You like the smell of my shit.  Really sniff it.
Get yer nose in there and smell it properly.'

I bent down further so my nose was right above his pile.  I took in the
size and the shape and the colour of his shit I could feel its warmth on my
face now too.  Chris's huge shit mesmerised me, and his smell gassed me.  I
was on the very edge of cumming now.  He leaned forward above me, tugging
at his cock and breathing hard.

'Make yerself cum ... cum all over me shit,' he grunted.  'Ooh!  Oh yeah
... oh!  Oh fuck!'

He jerked upright and his cock exploded all over me, right as I too leaned
back and shot my load all over his brown pile.


* * * * *


I've not seen Chris for a couple of weeks.  We've both been busy at work,
and the chance hasn't come up.  He keeps messaging me, though, saying he
really wants to shit for me again when we're both free.  Now that he's
broken his rule about doing it in the toilet he wants to squat for me
again.  Yesterday morning he video-called me from the bathroom.

'I really need a shit,' he said, talking quietly because some of his family
were in.  'Yer wanna see it?'

He was calling on an old smartphone he didn't mind taking risks with, and
he propped it up on the back of the toilet, leaning against the raised lid.
He came round in front of it and pulled his pants down, and then lowered
himself down so he was hovering over the seat with the camera looking right
up his hairy arse.  His shit was chunky and solid, and one thick curl after
another dropped from him, splashing water up onto the seat and his bottom,
and then right onto the camera lens so the view was all blurry as he
finished his shit.  I could hear his arse squelching and squeaking, though,
and the resounding plops as his turds fell into the water.  It really
smelled, he grunted, and he wished I was there to wipe his arse for him.

He's just messaged me now, saying he's got an unexpected day off next week
and asking if I'm free.  I am, and as I tap out a reply to him I get hard
as I think about what's going to happen.  In my mind's eye he's on all
fours with his bottom well up, dumping a hefty pile on the floor for me to
sniff and wank off over.  He might do that, someday.  In my wildest
fantasies it's me that's on the floor, lying flat on my back with him
squatting across me shitting on my face.  It'll take a long time to get
there and we probably never will, but he's slowly getting more adventurous.
Maybe one day I'll make it happen...



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