Date: Sun, 17 Nov 2019 09:06:26 +0000
From: namab mass <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: A Gay Lad's Arse Chapter 1 (scat)

This is a story involving light to moderate scat play between adult males.
All characters are eighteen years old or over.  If this isn't your sort of
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now. This story is entirely fictitious, and any resemblance to actual
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A Gay Lad's Arse


Chapter One

I never had much luck seeking out guys on the internet for kinky sex, but
one evening I was drunk and horny and I put up an ad on a gay dating
website that a lot of young guys used.  I didn't have much luck for a
while, but then Tom got in touch.

Tom was 20 and a student; a bright, outspoken sort of lad who was head of
the LGBT group at the university.  He was quite tall – a shade under six
foot – and averagely built, with a boyish, curvy body that could easily
start to get chubby if he wasn't careful, but for now was taut and sexy,
and I loved his cutely hairy chest.  He had the most beautiful oval face,
quite pale-complexioned, with dark-brown hair and deep green eyes, and the
cutest smile.  He liked men a bit older than him, hairier and rougher,
who'd bend him over, fuck him hard so that it hurt, then pull out at the
last moment and spurt all over his bottom.  He liked guys musky and smelly
– armpits and socks and farts – and he hadn't been freaked out when
one guy he'd been with had asked Tom to piss on him.  He'd never really
been into scat, but he was curious all the same.  He was very open-minded
and he didn't mind giving it a try, so long as he could trust my
discretion.  I didn't really expect him to go through with it: he'd chat
about it for a bit and then go silent, like most others.  But he didn't,
and as we exchanged more messages I started to believe it might happen
after all.

I met him in town one afternoon a few days later.  My heart thumped a bit
as I saw him.  He was standing outside a couple of shops, fidgeting and
looking around him even though he was trying to look casual.  He started a
little as he saw me coming towards him, and for a moment he looked as if he
might even turn on his heel and walk quickly away.  Then he smiled
nervously.

'Tom?'  I asked, holding out a hand.  'Hi.  Do you ... er, do you wanna get
a drink or something, before...?'

His palm was sweaty and he hesitated, looking me quickly up and down.

'Erm,' he said, looking awkward again.  He was well spoken, with just the
trace of a northern accent.  'No, best not.  I'm gonna have to ... you know
... quite soon.'

'Need a shit?'

'Yeah.'

'Cool.  My place is only a few minutes from here.  Have you ... um, when
did you last go?'

'Yesterday.'

He looked nervous, as if he was still working out whether he could trust
me, but as we walked the half-mile or so back to my place he relaxed and
started to say a bit more.  Yet he still looked a bit uncomfortable.  It
was partly nerves, of course, but I guessed that he also needed the toilet
more than he was letting on.  A couple of times I noticed him wince a
little, as if he was really having to hold it in.  I realised I was
breathing a bit harder, and my dick had started to get hard in my pants.
It really did look as if he was about to fulfil one of my horniest, most
taboo fantasies.  It had happened only a couple of times before, and even
though I hadn't fancied the guys involved the memories still got me hard.
Doing it with this clean-cut gay lad would be unforgettable!  As we got
inside the house and I shut the front door behind us he looked around him
warily again, but then shrugged and bent down to untie his shoelaces,
giving me a good look at his rounded, sturdy bottom.  He winced again as he
straightened up.

'Er...' he said.  'Look, I ... I really need to go!'

'Can't hold it for a bit...?'

'No.  Sorry, I can't wait.  You wanna watch me sit on the loo, yeah?'

'Yeah.  Will you sit well forward, though, and let me see it drop?'

'Yeah if you want to.  But ... come on, let's do it.'

We went through to the bathroom.  His face was red and intense and he was
breathing hard, even trembling a little, I noticed as his hands went to his
belt.  He didn't meet my eyes as he stood in front of the toilet, steeling
himself to do his most private thing right in front of me, and he looked so
cutely embarrassed as he pulled down his pants.  His cock was quite stubby
in its flaccid state, lolling out from a forest of dark pubes.  I could see
his bottom in the mirror as well.  His cheeks were rounded and smooth and
lickable, and as he sat slowly down I caught a glimpse of his hairy little
crack.  He looked up at me, biting his lip nervously, then raised an
eyebrow as he saw how hard I was.  My cock was pressing hard against my
jeans, pushing the front of them out into a tent.

'Er ... I don't mind if you wanna wank,' he said quietly.  'But quick...'

I needed no second bidding.  Quickly I came round next to him and pulled
down my pants so that my cock sprang free.  He shuffled forward on the
toilet seat, bent over a bit further and hitched the back of his T-shirt
well up clear of the action.  I stared down in awe at his smooth back and
gorgeous bottom, and down into the toilet below him.

'Go on,' I breathed.  'Take a shit now...'

He hesitated a moment, as if he was still unsure whether he could actually
do it, but then he seemed to relax, or perhaps he just gave in as his
shyness was overcome by the pressure in his bowels.  He bowed his head
slightly and let out a little grunt and a sigh.  His arse filled out a
little as he pushed.  Then came a small puff of gas, and his hole slowly
opened out.  He pushed out a thick brown column that extended slowly down
from him.  I could hear the soft, crackling hiss as it slid out; and then
it pulled slowly apart.

'Plomp! ... Plomp ... ploop, plop! ... Plop!'

Water splashed up on his bottom and onto the seat behind him as his logs
dropped, and his smell rose up from him.  It was full-bodied and rank, not
all that strong but fiercely erotic, and I sniffed eagerly as it thickened
around us.  I could see his shit in the toilet below him, two big,
dark-brown logs and a couple of smaller ones.  The water around them
rippled and turned faintly yellow as he let out a long stream of piss.  He
cleared his throat a couple of times and looked part-way round as if he was
going to say something, but then seemed to think better of it.  He sat up a
little and wrinkled his nose self-consciously.

'Okay?'

'Er ... yeah,' he said quietly.  'It's just really weird.  I can't believe
I'm doing it, having a poo in front of you like this.  And it smells...'

'Yeah, it does.  It's alright ... I like it.'

'No!  Seriously?!'

'Mmm, yes, the smell of a lad's shit is ... oh I dunno how to say it, but
it's so erotic.  Watching you do it really gets me going too.  Can I see
it?'

'What, you wanna look at my poo?!'

'Yup!'

'Jesus!  Er ... yeah, I guess so, if you really want to!'

He raised himself up until he was half-standing, so that I could lean in
and admire his big manly logs floating in the water, amid the smaller ones
he'd done afterwards.  Above them I could see a bit of shit around his
hole, and a little brown smear on the inside of his right cheek.

'Nice!' I said as he sat back down.  Have you finished?'

He shook his head, leaned forward a bit more, and his bottom heaved a
little.  He sat for a few moments, and I could see his tight, dirty little
hole flaring as he strained.  Then his arse crackled again as he curled out
another sturdy turd, and two more chunky lumps plopped into the toilet.  He
strained again a few times, and a couple of last little nuggets fell softly
on top of the dark mass below him.

'I've finished now,' he said.  'Wanna see it again?'

I nodded eagerly and he half-stood again to show me what he'd done.  He'd
added a lot more to the jumbled brown pile in the pan.  It stuck up out of
the water in a few places, and the cracked top of one of his turds floated
above the surface, like a log in a pool of water.  It was amazing how such
a cute young guy could do such a thing!

'Mmm!  Phew, that smells really thick,' I said approvingly.  'Can I wipe
your bottom for you?'

'What?!  You really wanna...?'

'Yup!'

'Er ... well, I guess if you've already watched me poo ...  Um, yeah, if
you want.'

'How d'you normally do it?  Sit, or stand?'

'I sit.  Doesn't everyone?!'

'Not me.  I stand.'

'That's just weird!  Er, here you are.'

He handed me the toilet paper and shuffled himself further forward still,
giving me a great view down into the toilet.  As I folded some paper I
stared intently at his shit, marvelling at the size and obscene beauty of
it and drinking in his rank smell.  Then I reached in, and he leaned well
forward to give me space to rub gently at his tight little hole.

'Ooh!' he said suddenly.  'Ooh that feels nice!'

The paper came away with only a light smear across it, and by the time I'd
folded it a couple of times and given him another good wipe he was nearly
clean.  I could tell he was enjoying having his arse played with, though,
so I wiped him again, and then again.  When he finally stood up I saw he
had a semi, and he raised an eyebrow and smiled encouragingly as my hand
went to my cock.

'Go on, if you want,' he said. 'Wank off over it.'

I needed no second bidding, and seconds later I shot my cum all over his
big smelly shit and used paper, and the toilet in which, when I flushed it,
he'd left big streaky skidmarks.


* * * * *


I didn't really expect to see Tom again.  I thought he'd be like the other
guys I'd talked into shitting for me: he'd do it once, but he'd be freaked
out by it and disappear.  That would be a shame, I thought: it was
awesomely horny watching such a cute lad having a shit.  For a while I
didn't hear anything, but then he messaged me one afternoon:

Hey, how r u?  Just finished a lecture + I need 2 go 4 a poo!  U in?

He wasn't desperate when he turned up half an hour later, so we sat and
talked for a bit.  I liked him: he had a lot to say for himself and some
strongly held opinions I didn't really agree with, but he was a very
well-meaning young guy, and very charming now that he'd relaxed a bit.
Then I got him talking about his toilet habits, and the tension slowly
started to rise.  He normally went for a shit every day, he said, with just
a hint of shyness, but he wasn't all that regular and sometimes he skipped
a day.  He was vegetarian, so he ate quite a high-fibre diet and his shits
were always pretty large.  He wasn't someone who had a lot of hang-ups
about his bowel movements and he didn't mind doing them in public toilets
when he had to, but he did prefer to go in private.  His room at the
university had an en suite bathroom.  There he could take his time over it,
he grinned, and when he was done he'd open the window to let the smell
disperse before any of his friends came around.  Not that he was one of the
smelliest guys anyway.  He'd last been to the toilet the morning before, he
said, and he'd eaten a lot since.  He'd started to need a shit on his way
to the lecture, soon after lunch, but he'd arrived a bit late and decided
to wait until afterwards so he didn't have to rush it, and maybe even hang
on until he got home later.  Then when he was sitting in the lecture the
idea of messaging me had come to him.  My heart beat faster when he looked
up, biting his lip, as I'd noticed he did when he was nervous.

'You wanna do it now?'

'Er ... yeah.'

'Okay.  You're gonna squat for me this time, then?'

He nodded quickly, not meeting my eyes, and led the way through to the
bathroom.  I followed, eyes fixated on his arse as he walked, and then
again when he pulled down his pants and showed off those perfect buttocks
of his.  He peeled his T-shirt off too, kicked his clothes to one side, and
then slowly squatted down over a towel and a plastic bag on the floor.  I
knelt down low behind him, naked and hard, and starting to edge as he gave
a soft little grunt,.  His pert arse heaved a little, and I heard him start
to crackle softly.  His hole flared out, and he pushed out a firm, pointed
tip, paused, gave another strain, and a thick chocolate-brown turd slowly
extended down from him.  It jutted out for a moment, then as he gave
another little strain it dropped.  The thud as it landed seemed to echo in
the room.  His hole pinched up a little around the broken end that was
still poking through.  I began to get his smell, just faintly at first but
madly erotic all the same, and it grew stronger as he grunted, strained and
began to shit again.  His bottom heaved, and he exhaled with a sigh as he
pushed out a thick log, all dense and solid and smooth, coming in fits and
starts as he strained and relaxed.  I could see his face in the mirror: it
was tense and sexy, his mouth set firmly as he pushed.  His log nearly
touched down on the ground before it tapered off slightly, then broke and
fell backwards towards me with another loud 'thump.'  The smell grew
thicker and ranker.  It was so fucking sexy; that and his manly little
grunts and filthy squelching sounds as he began to push out another turd.
This one was long and smooth and lump after lump of it curled to the side
and then fell, piling up into a big brown heap underneath him.  He'd been
for a piss as soon as he arrived, but even so his dick twitched as the
thick brown flow from his arse ended, and a quick stream of piss splashed
onto the towel.  I couldn't quite see his hole, but after he'd done pissing
I could hear it, squelching softly as he strained.  Suddenly he did a
squeaky little fart, then a longer, gassier one, followed by a succession
of thin, snaky little turds.  I leaned back and looked him up and down when
he was done, edging madly at the sight of him squatting over his hefty
pile, the air thick with his smell.

Squatting was starting to hurt his legs a bit, so he rocked forward onto
his knees and pulled his arse apart for me to wipe him.  His wrinkled
little hole was dirty and sticky, and there were little brown streaks on
the insides of his cheeks.  I wiped him slowly at first, digging well in to
clean away the worst of it, but then rubbing harder when the paper began to
come away with just faint brown smears.  Like the last time, his little
gasps and sighs gave away how much he was enjoying it, and when I'd
finished and he turned around I saw he was turned on too.  He was a real
grower: his cock was pretty small normally, but now it was long and thick,
quite square at its tip, and it was growing steadily harder.  His hand went
to it, but then he drew it away again, looking suddenly self-conscious.  As
he put his clothes back on I knelt over his shit, staring in awe at the
hefty log whose broken tip was still pointing towards me and the big curled
pile he'd deposited on top of it, sniffing deep at his smell.  He looked at
me encouragingly and his hand went to his crotch again as I wanked harder,
and began to edge and yelp.  He grinned as I shot my cum all over his shit.


* * * * *


After that he started to come round regularly; at least once a week, and
often more than that. Sometimes I just watched him on the toilet.  He
looked so hot sitting there, leaning forward with his T-shirt hitched up
and his pants around his ankles, and I loved watching his expressions as he
dropped his load and listening to his crackle and plops and grunts.  The
sound of him having a shit was so horny!  I used to get him to wipe for me
as well.  I love the sight of a lad wiping his bottom, and Tom looked so
cute as he performed that most undignified act.  He used to lean well
forward but put his head up so his back was arched downwards and his bottom
stuck right out, and then reach around behind with a little wad of folded
paper.  More often, though, he stripped naked and did his shit on all fours
like an animal, kneeling well up with his bottom sticking out.  I knelt
next to him and wanked off over his chunky logs as they curled out of his
hole and thudded on the floor, sniffed deeply at his smell and then came
all over his big pile.

He messaged me one Saturday morning.  He'd been out clubbing the night
before and ended up going home with someone, so he called at my place while
he was doing the walk of shame home.  He looked so cutely gay in his tight
jeans and white T-shirt, but with his hair a mess and dark circles around
his eyes.  He hadn't washed or shaved, and he smelled sweetly sweaty as he
came in.

'He fucked me really hard this morning,' he grinned as we sat with a cup of
coffee.  'I can still feel it!'

'Mm!  And you need the toilet now...?'

'Yeah.  I started to need a poo an hour ago but I didn't want to do it at
his place.  I always do a smelly one when I've got a hangover,' he giggled
coyly.  'But ... my bum feels a bit loose, like I'm not gonna be able to
hold it in for long!'

In the bathroom he got down on all fours, with his arse sticking well
out. Kneeling down behind him I ogled his tight little hole, envying the
guy whose cock had been in it only a few hours earlier and wondering what
it would be like to thrust a finger up it now, or even my cock, right up
into his full chute.  I was edging already, and then he lowered his bottom
down a little, grunted and let out a long, hissing fart.  The odour hit me
at once, sharper and nastier than usual.

'You ready?' he hissed.  'Ooh ... oh I'm gonna do it!'

He farted again, loud and wet this time, and brown slime bubbled from his
hole as it puckered out.  His turds came out in a long, chunky flow, all
smooth and thick and greasy, and piled up underneath him with a series of
squelchy little thuds.  When he was done I stared at his big slimy heap,
still settling and subsiding slowly.

'Phew, Tom!'  I breathed.  'Ooh, that fucking stinks!'

'Yeah ... sorry!'  He looked round, grinning cutely.  'Feels real nice
having a poo when I've been fucked!'

'Mm, yes, I know!  Have you done?'

'No, not yet.'

He began pissing into the old washing-up bowl he was kneeling over.  It was
really loud and it went on and on.  Then as it ended he began to push
again, his filthy little hole flared and he farted out a big load of mushy,
gassy shit.  It oozed loudly from his arse and flopped loudly onto his
pile.  He was so smelly today; much stronger and nastier than usual, and so
fucking erotic.

'That's it,' he breathed, puckering his filthy little hole out.  'I've
finished.  Wipe my bum for me?'

I started wiping him slowly, digging deep to clean away the thick crust
around his hole until the paper came away cleaner.  Then as I started to
wipe him again he reached around behind him suddenly and pulled my hand
away, cocked his arse up a little and farted out another couple of slim,
soft turds. That really was the end of it, though, and once I'd wiped him
clean for a second time he turned around.  His face was very red and his
eyes were bright.  He wrinkled his nose a little, cast a self-conscious
glance down at his cock, then looked at me as I knelt, cock in hand,
dribbling pre-cum onto his pile.

'Go on...'  I whispered.  'You gonna wank too...?'

He hesitated just a moment, then shuffled forward next to me.  Suddenly we
were both wanking off together over his big nasty hangover shit, and we
came all over it together.

Afterwards he seemed a bit shocked at what he'd just done, but by the time
we'd cleaned up and had a shower together he was relaxed and smiling again.
I got the impression there was something he wanted to say.  Somewhere deep
down I suppose I feared that at some point he was going to say that it was
all getting too kinky for him and I wouldn't see him again.  Yet he wasn't
in any hurry to go, so I offered him a cup of coffee. He took a sip of it
and raised his eyebrows appreciatively, then put his mug down and looked
straight at me, and my heart thumped a bit.  When he spoke his voice was
very subdued.

He'd found shitting for me a bit of a turn-on right from the start, he
admitted, and it was getting stronger.  He liked the intimacy of it,
sharing something that he was normally so private about, and he loved the
sensation of having his bottom wiped for him.  When he was having a wank
he'd started fantasising about things we might do together.  He'd always
liked the feeling of having a shit, but now he was starting to find it
erotic.  The feeling of his turds coming out was sexy, in the same way as
having his arse played with was.  He'd begun to find doing it in public
toilets arousing as well.  Whereas before he'd always preferred to shit at
home, for the last week or two he'd been doing it at university where other
guys could hear him, and smell it when he was done.  It felt pleasantly
naughty, and that gave him a semi.  He'd even started to find the thought
of other guys shitting sexy, and just a few days previously he'd got hard
as he sat in his own cubicle with two straight students taking noisy shits
on either side of him.  He'd gone straight home, and for the first time
he'd got off whilst watching scat videos online.

'It's still a bit extreme,' he said.  'I'm not interested in playing with
it and eating it ... ugh, no!  But I do wanna keep doing this, and if you
wanna try anything else I might be up for it...'



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