Date: Tue, 26 Nov 2019 04:37:47 +0000
From: namab mass <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: a gay lad's arse, chapter 2

This is a story involving light to moderate scat play between adult males.
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A Gay Lad's Arse



Chapter Two

Tom was kneeling in the bathroom, down on all fours with his elbows on the
floor and his gorgeous arse in the air.  I knelt next to him with my
fingers in his crack, tickling and running my fingers around his tight
little hole.  He hadn't sat on the toilet for more than 30 hours, and now
his rectum was full and uncomfortable, and that and the sensation as my
fingers probed his most sensitive parts made him whimper aloud.  When I
pressed my forefinger gently into his hole I could feel his shit right
behind it, and leaning down to look underneath him I could see that his
cock was rock hard.  He'd been kneeling like this for ages now, desperate
and submissive and horny.

'You really need a shit, don't you?' I said teasingly, still fingering his
clenched little anus.  'Mmm, good.  I like it when you're desperate.  You
gonna do a big one for me?'

He whimpered again and nodded.  I could feel him trembling a little with
tension and excitement: he was almost as turned on as I was!  He knelt up
on his hands, lowering his arse down into position.

'Good.'  I drew my hand away.  'There you are ... let it all go now.  Do
your big smelly shit for me...'

He grunted softly with relief as his cheeks parted a little, and his hole
squelched softly open.  His turd was thin and finger-like at first, curling
slowly out of him, but then he gave a little gasp and a gassy fart, and it
grew suddenly thicker.  Two long, curved tubes slid fluidly out of him, all
smooth and slimy, and thudded to the floor next to each other, leaving him
breathing hard and trembling again.  His hairy, dirty little bumhole closed
up behind it, squashing a little brown sliver.

'Mmm!' I breathed.  'Mm, that smells so good!'

He looked around.  I loved how cutely embarrassed he always looked in
mid-shit, with his face slightly red, wrinkling his nose up at his own
smell.  A few little spurts of piss dribbled from his dick.

'It feels so nice doing it,' he said hoarsely.  'I still really need a poo
too!  Uh ... uh ... ooh another one's coming out!'

He arched his back a little as his hole puckered out, and sighed and
grunted loudly as he curled out a long, slow, gassy turd.  It was thin and
smooth, and it kept on dropping slim curls on top of his logs, until he'd
made a big pile over them, with the broken ends jutting out from underneath
it.  His madly erotic smell blasted up my nose and the squelching,
crackling sounds rang in my ears, and finally the wet little farts as he
did the last little bits.  He knelt there for a while, straining a little
and pushing his brown, sticky hole in and out.  I loved it when he'd just
finished, and he was kneeling over his reeking pile, still sighing with
relief.  I was edging constantly, and as I leaned in to wipe him I dribbled
cum onto his pile.  I could see how excited he was too, and he gave a
little squeak and a sigh as I started dabbing gently at his hole.  It
rippled and flared out beneath my fingers.  When he was nearly clean I
started wiping him more vigorously, and he began to moan softly.  I kept on
doing it well after the paper came away completely clean, and then as he
looked around at me and closed his eyes I started to finger him once more.

'Oh!' he gasped.  'Ooh, yeah, keep doing it!  Oh it feels so nice ... push
it in me.'

I could smell his arse on my finger as I held it up and spat on it for
lube, then started fingering him again, rubbing it all around his hole
until he was all slippery.  He was trembling and moaning again now, and
then he let out a long, loud moan as I thrust my finger up inside him, into
his empty, satisfied chute.  His hole gripped my finger tightly, then
relaxed as I pulled it out.  It was well streaked with dark brown, and all
of a sudden I could smell his shit all over again.  He whimpered as I
pushed back up in him, and then gasped out loud as I found his prostate and
began to tickle it, wanking clumsily with my other hand.  I finger-fucked
him hard, alternating that with massaging his prostate until he was edging,
and his bum clenched up tight.

'Wanna cum now?' I hissed.

He nodded vigorously, breathing very hard.

'Good.  Now, come back a bit ... yeah, like that.  I wanna see you cum all
over it ... cum all over your own shit.'

He whimpered and nodded again, and began to yelp as I started fucking him
again with my brown finger, tweaking and tickling his crack and dirty hole
with the others.  He reached underneath him and took his cock in his hand,
and another big gout of his sticky translucent cum dribbled onto his
dark-brown pile.  As he got nearer to cumming he bucked his hips and
squealed, and then cried out loud as he came all over his turds, and I shot
all over his bottom.


* * * * *


I got the feeling Tom had crossed a big line in his mind the next time I
saw him.  Once again I knelt him down and fingered his clenched little hole
as he wanked and whimpered and groaned about how badly he needed the
toilet.  I pushed my finger in a bit further, until I could actually feel
it packed into his chute, all firm and tacky and lumpy.  He yelped a little
as I pressed it.  Then I leant back and wanked as he grunted and curled out
a big, chunky dump. His logs were thick, cracked and solid, and they made
loud thuds as they hit the floor. He'd been eating spicy food the night
before, and his smell was ranker and more cloying than usual.  His shit was
softer too, after the first few turds, and he finished it in a long, mushy
stream of snaky turds.  As I wiped his satisfied, stinging bumhole clean he
took a deep breath, and twisted round to look at me.

'I ... er, I've been thinking.  Something I wanna do with you.  Would you
let me watch you...?'

'Sure.  Yeah, that'd be ... I'd like it.  Just one thing, though.  I
normally have to go in the morning...'

That Saturday morning found me kneeling naked on the bathroom floor.  I'd
texted him earlier, as soon as I'd started to need a shit whilst drinking
my morning coffee.  That had been a couple of hours ago, and now I was
desperate, clenched up tight against the painful pressure in my chute.  I
was also rock hard, and my dick was bobbing gently up and down without my
even touching it.  Tom knelt behind me, breathing hard and stroking his own
erection, with his face very intense.

'I'm ready,' he whispered.  'Do it now...'

All of a sudden I felt intensely self-conscious.  No-one had seen me having
a shit since I was little, and even though shitting had always turned me on
massively doing it right in front of someone was still a big deal.  All of
a sudden I understood why Tom had looked so nervous that first time.  I
imagined him being disgusted by what he was seeing, and bolting out of the
room to get away from the smell.  But when I glanced round at him he was
wanking and watching me expectantly, and the pressure in by chute was
almost unbearable.  I took a deep breath, looked down at the floor, and let
go.  The sensation was incredible, and I grunted loudly with pleasure as my
hole relaxed and drew back over the big lumpy turd I was extruding.  I
looked down between my legs just in time to see my first thick lump thud
onto the bag I was kneeling over, and then another and another, coming more
quickly as my shit got softer.  The sound of it seemed deafeningly loud.
My stink enveloped us, less rank than his but riper, and just as strong.
I'd wanted to shit slowly, but it felt so good that I just opened up and
let it go on and on.  Behind me I could hear him, breathing harder and
harder and starting to moan.

'Oh fucking hell!' he gasped.  'Oh that's so much!  ... Mmm! ... Oh!  Oh
fuck!'

He came suddenly and very hard, and spattered his hot sticky cum onto my
arse and the back of my thigh.  I twisted round to look at him.  His face
was pale and shocked, with his beautiful eyes wide and his mouth hanging
open.  He had his cock in his hand, still with cum trickling from it.

'Fuck!' he breathed.  'That was mad!'

'Okay?' I asked.  'I've not finished yet.  Shall I, or do you want me to
stop?'

'No!'  He grinned cheekily and wrinkled his nose up.  'No, don't stop, I
wanna see you finish.  Phew, you really stink.  It's nice!  Go on, finish
your poo now...'

I kept watching him as I strained a little and felt more shit press against
my hole and then start to slide through it.  It was soft and mushy, and it
made filthy little noises as it oozed out my arse and dropped onto my big
pile.  He kept on stroking his dick as I did it.  He'd never got fully soft
after his first orgasm, and by the time I'd done shitting he was rock hard
again.  As he wiped my arse for me I could feel his hand trembling.  Then I
got up and turned around, and he moved in closer, until we knelt side by
side, turned towards each other, holding throbbing cocks over my pile,
looking at each other in amazement.  It felt so intimate, getting off with
him like this over something so taboo.  But then his breathing grew harsh
and his face contorted, and he shot his second load in a few minutes all
over my big dirty shit.

We ended up spending the day together.  After we'd cleaned up we put our
clothes on and walked into town, where we had some lunch in a cafe, did a
bit of shopping and then went for a coffee.  We probably looked like a
couple as we sat in the corner, reading the newspapers and arguing
good-naturedly.  I thought his political views were naïve, but he could
argue his case well and he had the courtesy at least to listen when I put
over a different point of view.  As we talked I turned over in my mind the
thought that it was somehow ironic that a clean-cut young Tory like him
with half an eye on a political career could be into things as kinky as he
was.  He hadn't had a shit yet that day, he'd said earlier, and although
neither of us had even mentioned it, it was pretty clear what was going to
happen when he did.  As the family at the table next to us put their coats
on and left he took a sip of his coffee and leaned in closer.  My heart
beat a little faster as he looked at me under his brow.

'I'm ... er, I'm gonna need a poo sometime,' he said quietly.

'I know,' I grinned back.  'When did you last have one...?'

'Yesterday morning.  I had a two-hour seminar first thing and I started to
need the toilet just after it started.  Me and this lad called Rob who's a
football player and he's really fit, we both went to the toilet in the
break, but there's only one cubicle there.  He said he was desperate so he
went in first, I had to stand there outside the cubicle and listen to him
having a poo.  He took ages too, so by the time I'd done mine I was late
back and everyone knew where I'd been.  It felt ... naughty,' he finished,
grinning coyly.

'Mm, nice!  What about this Rob, then?  Did he do a big one?'

'Yes!  He made such loud plops, and he farted a couple of times as well.
There were big skidmarks in the toilet when I went in.  Felt so nice
sitting on the seat when it was still warm.  It was so smelly as well.'  He
grinned cheekily.  'But not as smelly as you!'

'You enjoyed watching me, though, didn't you!'

'Ooh yes.  Couldn't believe how hot it was!  It's so ... disgusting, but
that makes it so exciting at the same time.'

'Yeah, that's how I feel too.  Anyway, when you need to go ... reckon it'll
be a big one?'

'Yes.  I went out with the girls last night to that Mexican restaurant a
few streets away from here.  All those refried beans and that.  It made me
fart a lot last night, and then before you texted this morning I did think
I might need to sit on the toilet but it faded after a bit.  This coffee
might bring it on though.'

He looked around warily as a young couple came and took the table and
quickly changed the subject.  We finished our coffee and headed back to my
house, all tense and expectant, walking quickly through the side streets.
A few streets away from my place he motioned me to stop, stuck his bottom
out slightly and farted.  It was a still day and I got the smell at once,
all fresh and insistent.  He took a pace or two forward, stopped and did it
again, and then turned to me with a sly smile on his face.  My heart
thumped uncontrollably.

'I need a poo,' he said softly as we set off again.  'It's just come on
now.'

'Urgent...?'

'No, but I'll need to go soon.  So ... what do you want me to do?'

'Do it in my hands?  I wanna kneel behind you and hold my hands out for
you, and then ... will you wank me off so I can cum all over it?'

'Ooh, that's so kinky!  Do you really wanna be shat on?!  Mmm, yes, I'll do
that!'

We scurried quickly back to my place.  As I shut the front door behind us I
saw his expression, and then he pushed me back against the wall and kissed
me for the first time.  His lips were soft and inviting, and as we played
tongues together he reached down and began massaging my cock through my
jeans.  In the living room I tore his pants down, knelt down in front of
him and sucked his cock as we fumbled our clothes off.  He tasted wonderful
and he squeaked with pleasure as I tongued his throbbing end, and then
farted again.  I looked up into his face, sniffing eagerly at his smell,
and he grinned sexily down at me.

'I really need a poo!'

He pulled me upright, took my hand and led me through to the bathroom.  His
wet cock bounced as he walked, and the movements of his round, firm
buttocks transfixed me.  In the bathroom he put the toilet seat down,
straddled it facing the wall, and then slowly lowered himself down until he
was sitting backwards on the seat with his arse hanging over the front.  He
shuffled back a little further to present it to me even more invitingly.  I
was shaking all over with tension as I knelt down behind him, and my dick
was bobbing up and down without my even touching it.  He loomed large above
me, and I looked adoringly up at the curves of his bottom and back and
legs.  Slowly I raised my hands, palms upward, cupped together a couple of
inches below his arse.  Apart from our heavy breathing there was silence.

'Are you sure?' he asked, his voice strained and hoarse.  'You really want
me to...?'

'Yes,' I said firmly.  'You know I fantasise about being shat on.  This is
just the start.  Some day I want you to squat over me.  I wanna be your
toilet!'

'Yeah, I will,' he breathed.  'Now, you ready?  It's coming now ... ooh!'

His arse relaxed and his hole slowly opened, and he farted sharply.  I felt
the little puff of warm gas on my palm, and then the smell hit me, but it
was so dense and cloying, like thick fog.  It grew thicker as his hole
opened wider, and a sturdy, cracked log nosed its way out.  It came slowly,
pausing and then sliding out a bit further as he strained a little,
grunting cutely in relief.  Then the need to strain passed, and he gave a
low sigh as his shit grew smoother, and slid easily out of flaring hole.
It was such a beautiful colour; a bit redder than usual, with lots of bits
compacted into it.

'Mmm!  Oh that smells so fucking good!'

My dick bounced up and down as I sniffed.  It wasn't one of his strongest
smells, but it was thick and sultry and erotic.  Then it touched down on my
palm, and for the first time I actually felt his shit.  It was firm and
greasy and heavy, and the pressure of it grew stronger as more crackled its
way out.  As it came from him it became smoother and slimier, and a shade
lighter in colour.  It piled up in my hands, amazing me with its weight and
heat.  He grunted and sighed with relief as his bowels emptied, and his
hole rippled around the lumps of the long, long turd he was doing.  Two or
three times it snapped and a broken end hit my fingers.  Then it grew
thinner and tailed off, and his hole clenched up behind it, all brown and
sticky.  Dimly I realised I was moaning out loud and my dick was dick
bobbing up and down frantically, but everything was dominated by the
sensation of his big pile in my hands, and the fierce smell that was
battering at my brain.  He was breathing hard, and he looked around at me
slowly.

'Ooh!' he sighed.  'Oh that felt so nice!  Is it ... is it okay?'

'Oh fucking hell Tom!  Yes, it feels fucking amazing!  It's so heavy, and
that smell! ... Oh god I feel like I could cum any second!  Have you
finished?'

'Nearly, I think.'

He strained a couple of times, grunting softly, and his dirty little hole
squelched as it puckered out.  He kept me waiting for what seemed like ages
and I thought he didn't have any more to give.  But then as he flared again
he did a wet little fart, and a louder one as he opened up wider, and
squeezed out a couple of little, lumpy nuggets.  Again I thought he was
done, but then he grunted and opened up again and curled out a long, slim
turd.  It squelched softly as the pile on my hands grew even heavier.  Then
he reached for the toilet roll.

'Oh Tom,' I gasped.  'Wank me off now!  I really need to cum!'

'No!' he laughed.  'You gotta wait while I wipe my bum, since you're not
gonna do it for me!'

So I knelt there obediently, holding his hot, heavy shit as he cleaned its
traces from his arsehole.  I loved watching him wipe his bottom, and my
dick carried on bobbing up and down, so hard it actually hurt.  Finally he
was done, and he turned around.  Slowly we both stood up, me still holding
his shit out in front of me, and we turned in towards one another.  He
reached in, his hand shaking, and took hold of my dick, wanking his own
with his other hand.  He did it clumsily but it didn't matter.  I was on
the edge anyway, and then when I saw him screw up his face and start to
yelp I couldn't hold back any longer.  We came together, and spattered both
our cum all over his big, cooling brown pile.


* * * * *


After that day he started coming round in the morning as often as he could,
to watch me have my daily shit before I went to work.  Normally there was
only time for him to watch me do it on the toilet, but even that drove him
wild.  Twice I had to change my shirt before I left because he'd cum down
the back of it.  The first time he did that it was before I'd quite
finished shitting.  He was ready with a pad of paper that he just managed
to clamp over his dick in time as he squealed and came uncontrollably, but
then a great dribble of cum oozed out from under it and splashed onto my
shirt and down onto my shit in the toilet.  The second time he was actually
wiping me.  He was barely even touching himself, but he was so turned on he
cried out and spunked all up my back while his hand was still in my crack.

The next time he came round it was a Saturday so we had more time, and
better still he needed a shit too.  He hadn't been at all the day before,
he grinned, and he'd been out for a big meal and a drink the night before.
He was standing awkwardly on the doorstep as I opened the door, and as he
took his shoes off in the hallway I could see him clenching his bum.  He
had a noticeable bulge in the front of his jeans.

'I'm really desperate!' he said, screwing his face up a little.

'Can't you wait a little while?' I asked, disappointed.  'Build up to it a
bit, maybe work out what we're gonna do?'

'No.'  He shook his head and began taking his jacket off.  'I'm gonna poo
my pants if I don't go soon!'

'Mm!'

'I'm not doing that!' he laughed, and then winced again.  'Ooh ...oh, come
on!'

We stripped hastily.  His cock bounced free as he pulled down his boxer
shorts.  He was fully hard, and when he straightened up again he was
red-faced and breathing hard.  I took his hand and led him through to the
bathroom.  Our eyes met as we knelt down together.  His were wide with
excitement, and he was edging slightly as he got down on all fours,
shuffled round and lifted his cute arse up a bit.  His hole was clenched up
tight, peeping out from the wiry hair of his crack.  He gave a little yelp
as I reached in with a trembling hand and began to run my fingers around
it.

'Ooh!' he moaned.  'Oh god that feels good!'

I tickled the inside of his cheeks for a long time, then began to finger
his arsehole again, probing in deeper and making him squeak again and
again.  Then I lifted it slowly to my mouth and spat on it.  He looked
round, eyes half-closed and his face very intense as he took in what I was
about to do to him.  He moaned out loud as I probed his hole again, running
my finger round it until it was nice and lubricated and he was quivering
with anticipation.  Then I pushed it slowly up into his full chute; into
his firm, slimy turds.

'Ooh!' he squealed.  'Ooh!  Keep doing that!'

My finger was brown as I pulled it back, and his smell started to thicken
the air around us as I finger-fucked him, pushing his load in and out and
giving him the, 'You really need the toilet now!' signal again and again.
He was bucking his hips and yelping, and then suddenly I felt his bowels
pushing hard.

'Oh stop!  Stop!  I've got to poo now!'

I pulled out quickly, and on impulse reached forward and cupped my hands
under his bum to receive the thick log that was coming out of it.  The
smell hit me with full force as it touched down on my palms and my dick
bounced, and then he grunted in relief and filled my hands with a big brown
pile.  It was hot and heavy and slimy, and his hole squelched and puffed
gas as he pushed out even more, all soft and snaky.  It ended with a little
wet fart, and his filthy little sphincter closed up behind it.

'Uh!' he grunted, and looked down between his legs.  'Oh, you've got it in
your hands!'

'Mmm, yeah God you've done a big one.  It stinks too!  Have you finished?'

'Uh...'  He strained and pushed out a little sliver or two.  'Yeah, I've
finished.  Do you need to go too?'

'Yeah.  Not urgent though.  I can wait.'

'No, do it now.  Do it in my hands!  Yeah, seriously...'

I wriggled round, still holding his shit, and behind me he too turned
around and got in close, hands cupped under my arse.  I wasn't desperate
and the need to shit had been a dull, pleasurable pressure inside me.  Now
as I gave a little push the urge to shit mounted quickly, and I grunted out
loud as I relaxed and gave into it.  I could hear my own hole crackling as
my thick turd slid through it.

'Mm!  Mm!' he yelped behind me.  'Fuck...!'

My own stink was mingling with his in a potent cloud that hung around us
like thick fog.  Both of us were edging madly, even though we couldn't
touch ourselves, and when I twisted round I saw that his mouth was open and
his eyes wide.  I looked down again between my legs, to where my shit was
piling up on his palms.  He moved them forwards as another turd curled its
way down, so that it fell backwards towards his wrists, then back so that
the end of it landed on top of the pile.

'Fuck!' he breathed again as it came to an end.  'Oh my God!  Oh fuck I
gotta get off, but...'

'Yeah!'  I turned round to him.  'Come on, let's clean up quick.'

Hastily we dropped the piles we were holding onto the plastic bag on the
floor and washed our hands in the basin with plenty of disinfectant, still
with erections bobbing up and down, and then when we were clean I bent and
parted my cheeks for him to wipe me.  I could feel his hand trembling, and
he was breathing hard as he did it.  Twisting round I could see him wanking
slowly with his free hand.  Then it was my turn, and I too wanked as I
cleaned him up, and then spunked all over his beautiful arse.



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