Date: Fri, 6 Dec 2019 21:23:14 +0000
From: namab mass <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: A Gay Lad's Arse Chapter 3

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A Gay Lad's Arse


Chapter Three

A few days later he texted me in the afternoon, saying that he was free
that afternoon and horny, and that he hadn't 'sat on the toilet' since the
previous morning.  I loved how he used euphemisms like that, and talked
about 'having a poo' instead of 'having a shit.'  The contrast between how
politely he talked about his bowel movements and the obscene thrill of him
actually doing one just made the whole thing even more exciting.  My dick
sprang to attention at once, and I fizzed with anticipation as he made his
way over to my place.

'I really need a poo!' he smiled as he came in.  'I normally have to go in
the morning when I've been drinking the night before, but it didn't happen,
and then I started to need the toilet before lunch but by then I was really
horny, so I've been holding it in for hours!'

'Mmm, nice!  Gonna be a big one?'

'Yes!  I ate so much yesterday, and then all that beer last night ... That
lecture I was in earlier, when I started to need a poo, I kept having to
stop myself farting!'

He screwed his face up cutely and shuffled his feet in discomfort, and my
dick grew harder still at the sight of him standing there desperate for the
toilet.  He was just gorgeous, and there was only one thing I wanted.

'Will you shit on me?' I asked him quietly.  'Squat over me and do it?'

'Seriously?!  You actually want me to do it on you?'

'Yes!  I wanna be your toilet!  I wanna lie down, and you can squat over
me, and ... will you do it?'

He hesitated for a moment, looking me up and down, and then nodded.  I
realised I was shaking as he began taking his clothes off.  I'd never been
so excited in my life, and my dick pressed painfully against my jeans,
until I took them off.  He looked around as he stepped out of his jeans,
clocked my throbbing hard-on and raised an eyebrow.  Then he pulled down
his boxer shorts and showed me his peachy bottom, and when he turned around
his cock jutted out at me like a gun.  He looked up, biting his lip again.

'I really need the toilet!' he hissed.  'I can't hold it!'

'Okay.  Come on!'

I couldn't take my eyes off his arse as he led the way through to the
bathroom.  He was pinching his hole in tight, his cheeks were taut and
vividly pale, and he walked awkwardly as he fought to hold in his
much-needed shit.  He turned and watched, stroking his big cock, as I lay
down, then turned again and straddled me, facing down towards my feet.  I
reached up to guide him into place as he squatted down, shuffling backwards
a little so that his arse hung right over my chest.  His hole peeped out
amid the wiry hairs in his crack, all pink and wrinkled and clenched up
tight between his cheeks, and above them the gorgeous curve of his back.
Lying below him I was his toilet, looking up his twinky arse and waiting
for his big dirty shit, and I whimpered in anticipation as his hole
twitched a couple of times, then flared slowly out.

'Uh,' he grunted softly.  'Uh ... ooh...'

The tip of his turd peeped through his hole, paused, then pushed it open
wider as he grunted again.  All at once he was growing a tail, all lumpy
and greasy and a lovely rich, dark brown.  The filthy hiss and crackle rang
in my ears, and his thick smell blasted up my nose.  I began to edge and
moan as he pushed out another couple of inches, and then it pulled apart,
and a sturdy lump thudded down on my chest and fell backwards.  I was still
struggling to process the sensation when the turd still jutting from him
jerked upwards, broke and fell as his hole closed up again.  It landed next
to the first, almost touching my nipple.

'Oh...' I moaned.  'Fucking hell!'

His shit was solid and dense.  He hadn't done that much, but it was heavy
and hot and slimy, and his smell was pungent and exciting.  This was so
much more intense than him doing it in my hands; lying underneath him like
this, pinned between his legs, helpless and degraded as he took a shit.  I
could feel myself edging even though my hand was nowhere near my dick.

'Okay?' he asked hoarsely.  He looked down between his legs, his eyes wide.
'I really need to go!'

'Oh yeah!  Come on, give it me now.  Gimme your shit!'

He looked up again and grunted.  For a second or two more I waited.  Then
his hole opened, with a sharp fart and a hiss, and he started to shit
again.  It was thick and solid, lumpy at first, but then he grunted
contentedly and it grew smoother and came out more fluidly.  He didn't push
now; just breathed out as his bottom relaxed and his long log slid from
inside him.  Six thick inches curled slightly to the right, snapped and
fell heavily across my chest and nipple.  The broken, jagged end thrust
straight of him towards my face, and the smell and the filthiness of it all
seemed to redouble as another thick turd bent downwards, came out further
and flopped down onto his pile.  He was wanking now, stroking his big cock
rhythmically, and he grunted again and pushed out the end of his log.  The
weight on my chest grew a little heavier as it landed.  I'd never felt
anything so intense in my life.  I was edging constantly, spunk trickling
everywhere, absolutely loving the feeling of being handsome Tom's toilet
like this.  Above me his dirty little hole flared out a couple of times as
he strained, then closed up again.

'Uh,' he sighed.  'Oh that felt good.'

'Mmm!  Yeah!  Have you finished?  Come on, finish your big shit now...'

He left off wanking and began to strain again, then grunted contentedly and
began tugging at his cock once more.  As he did so he farted a couple of
times, and then slowly pushed out a few more little turds.  The degradation
was total as he finished his shit on me, and by the time he was done I was
whimpering and edging.  Then he half-stood, shuffled himself round and
knelt back down over me, looking down wide-eyed at the pile he'd done.  His
hand went to his cock again and we began to wank together.  Both of us were
near to cumming already, and I watched him in awe as his breathing grew
deeper and his face contorted, and then suddenly he yelped out loud and
shot a big sticky load all over his own shit.  Seconds later I spunked all
over his beautiful, unwiped bottom.


* * * * *


It was a rainy Sunday when he made me his toilet again, one morning after
he'd been out clubbing.  He hadn't pulled, and instead he'd stumbled home
in the early hours of the morning, stopping off for a big kebab on the way
home.  He came over in the late morning, still bleary-eyed and looking a
bit dishevelled even though he'd had a shower and a change of clothes.  His
head was still thumping a bit, he admitted as we sat with a cup of coffee,
and then he leaned to the side and farted.  He looked at me and grinned
coyly.

'Really gassy today,' he said, and wrinkled his nose.  'Phew, it smells!'

It did.  The smell of his fresh hangover shit was stronger and more cloying
than he usually was, and awesomely dirty.  The next time he needed to fart
I got him to bare his bottom and bend over in front of me, so I could get
my nose right in between his cheeks, and wank through my pants as he gassed
me.  As he let out one more little rasp his hole opened a little and I saw
shit behind it before he quickly clenched up.  His voice was hoarse and
urgent.

'I gotta go!  Need a big hangover poo!  You want it...?'

He did it on me in the bath.  I stripped naked and got in, and then lay and
fingered my throbbing dick as he turned around, undid his belt and lowered
his jeans and pants again.  I loved watching him bare his arse to have a
shit, and then my heart raced as he shuffled back slightly and lowered
himself down so that his bottom hung well back over me.  He leaned well
forward to balance himself, pulling his T-shirt up and showing off his
smooth back and his gorgeous cheeks.  Once again his bigness and his
masculinity overcame me as I lay underneath him and waited.  Then he
breathed out slowly.

His shit was smooth, even slightly soft, and it squelched and crackled
loudly.  A thin brown rope slipped slowly out of him, snapped off, and grew
again, with his flaring hole puffing gas around it.  It was slimy and hot
on my skin, and the smell hit me all over again.  Another slim turd broke
away from the thin brown snake that was curling idly downwards.  Then
suddenly his hole opened wider, he squelched and farted, and curled out a
great brown column that had nearly touched down before it pulled stickily
apart and fell.  The thud made me yelp and edge madly.  Above me was still
shitting, grunting with relief as his bowel emptied.  He curled out another
thick brown column, smooth and sinuous as it slid out of him, began to
taper off a little and dropped another thick log on me, and then another.
Then it tapered off, and he grunted with relief as the end slid out.

He finished his shit slowly, making me wait a long time between the soft
turds he was still pushing out.  I lay there, not daring to touch my cock
in case I came there and then, completely degraded by what he was doing to
me, but honoured as well.  I loved being his toilet like this, and the hot
reeking pile that buried my chest felt just wonderful.  When he was done he
sat over me and wiped his bottom, dropping each scrunched piece of paper
onto me as I lay and wanked.  I was his toilet, taking his used toilet
paper and his big hangover shit, and it felt wonderful!  Then when he was
done he turned round smiling, with his dick in his hand, and we both wanked
off and came all over his shit.

The next time it was back on the bathroom floor again.  I lay
spread-eagled, head resting on a folded towel, and he came and knelt over
me, kneeling well up and bent forward, with his arse hanging over my upper
chest.  I reached up and touched it, and ran my fingers around his tight
hole.  He hadn't sat on the toilet since the morning before and he'd been
holding it in for a few hours.  His farts had smelled lovely; not as strong
as the last time, but thick and rich and sexy.  Now my heart raced and my
head spun as he drew breath, then exhaled long and low as he relaxed, and
gave in to the urge inside him.  He did a big, chunky brown log, and then
another one that landed half on top of the first and slowly slid off onto
my skin.  His shit was heavy and hot, and the smell was amazing.  On
impulse I reached up and touched his arse again, and when he didn't object
but just sighed softly, I ran my fingers into his opened crack and fingered
his hole.  It was tight and wrinkled once again, with just a little tacky
shit around it.  I probed a little deeper.

'Ooh!' he squeaked.

'Okay?'

'Ooh ... oh yes, it feels nice.  Oh but I'm gonna do some more.  It's
coming!'

I moved my hand to the side, but only a little, so I felt the warmth of his
shit as it came out.  His hole flared and squelched, and he curled out a
succession of smoother turds.  They piled up on top of his logs, all broken
ends and greasy curls subsiding down onto my skin.  His thighs pinned me in
place and I couldn't have got away from what he was doing to me even if I'd
wanted to, but I didn't.  His shit felt wonderful and I loved being his
toilet like this, and I was in perverted heaven as he grunted and farted
out a few last little lumps.  Then I reached up again.  His relaxed hole
was much dirtier now that he'd finished, and he grunted with pleasure as I
fingered it, and then squeaked again as I pushed my finger into him.  His
chute was tight and hot, and I could feel bits of shit still in it.  I
pulled back again, contemplated my brown finger for a second or two, then
thrust back in and made him squeal.  His hand went to his cock and he
wanked wildly as I tickled his prostate, began to breathe harder and
harder, and then his arse clenched up tight and he cried out loud as he
shot all over my legs.

'That was awesome!' he grinned as he gathered his things together ready to
go.  'And ... next time will you fuck me?  Take me from behind when I've
just done it?'

'Mmm!  Before you've even wiped your bum?!  Yeah, I'd love to!'

In truth, looking him up and down I'd have wanted to fuck him anyway.  He
was so handsome; just the kind of twinky lad who's normally out of my reach
nowadays, and I could just imagine thrusting into him.  The thought of
doing it when he had a dirty bottom was even hotter!  Maybe one day he
might even let me do it before he'd emptied out...



* * * * *


My shit was huge.  I'd been holding it in for a long time, and the relief
was tremendous as I relaxed and let it go.  Looking down through my legs,
past my hard-on, I could see my big turds piling up on the plastic bag
underneath me, and the smell began to thicken the air in the bathroom.
Next to me Tom wanked excitedly as he watched, and as the last few little
lumps curled out of my hairy hole I looked round and caught his eye.

'Phew, that stinks!' he sad teasingly, wrinkling his nose up.  'God I love
watching you poo.  It's so ... masculine!  God, I want you to fuck me when
I've done mine!'

'Yeah!  And yes, I'm done ... now, gonna wipe my arse for me?'

I could feel his fingers trembling as he rubbed at my hole with the paper,
and behind me he was breathing hard.  I couldn't believe how much watching
me shit turned him on, when only a few weeks before he would have been
horrified by the thought of it, or at least he'd have said he was.  Now he
wiped my arse with a raging hard-on, then caught my eye again, turned away
and bent forward, until he was on all fours with his arse in the air.  He
thrust it back towards me, and I reached in and fingered his hole.  He
grunted softly a few times as I tickled it, and gave a little soft yelp as
I poked my forefinger in through his tight, clenched ringpiece to touch the
solid mass behind.

'Ooh!' he squeaked, as I pushed a bit harder.  'Oh!'

'Feel good, huh?'

'Oh!  Oh yes!'

I drew my finger back and tickled his anus for a few seconds, drawing a
little moan or two from him, then pushed in deeper again.  I pressed
harder, fucking him with just the very tip of my finger, and he began to
breathe deeply and gasp, and his dick grew rock hard.  When he twisted
round to look at me his face was flushed and his eyes were half-closed.  I
drew my finger out and tickled his hole again.

'Need to go, yeah?' I asked softly.

He nodded firmly.

'Gonna put a condom on me before you do it...?'

He nodded again, and reached for the condom packet with fumbling fingers.
His hands were shaking as he rolled the condom down my shaft, and then he
turned away, back on all fours with his bum sticking out.  I reached out
and guided him upwards a bit further, and tickled his exposed, twitching
hole once more time.  He moaned softly and then drew breath, and slowly I
drew my hand away.

'Go on,' I breathed.  'Have a shit...'

He bowed his head and grunted softly, and then his sweet little arse-lips
flared out a little.  He let out a sharp little fart, and then all at once
his shit pushed his hole open, surged a little, and then slowed and slid
steadily out of him.  He grew a lumpy brown column, his hole crackling
wetly as it rippled around its cracks and crevices.  It was a lovely deep
colour, glistening slimily where the light caught it.  The air around us
thickened as it hung from his bottom.  Then it pulled apart, and thudded
onto the floor, bent like a banana and toppled over.  At once his hole
opened wider still and more came, thicker and smoother, like a curling tail
that hung from him for a moment and then fell.  A little more slipped out,
and then he closed up and pinched it off.  I was edging already, and as I
sniffed deeply I nearly came.  Tom's shit always smelled good, but this
time it was just exquisite; all thick and fresh and incredibly erotic.  He
looked around, grinning self-consciously, and then looked away again as his
dirty little arsehole flared out and began to crackle.  He grunted with
satisfaction as another long, sinuous turd curled out of him.  Lump after
lump dropped onto his pile, with filthy soft thuds and slimy crackling, and
little gassy farts.  He paused a couple of times, and after each his shit
came out thinner, until finally he grunted and pushed out the end.

'Uh,' he grunted.  'Ooh, yeah, I've finished.'

His hole flared out, all brown and sticky, and I could see bits of shit
clinging to the hair around it.  He was breathing hard again, and as I
reached out and touched his arse cheek he sighed softly.

'Now ... fuck me.'

He shuffled backwards towards me, his eyes wide as he looked down at both
our brown piles in front of him.  His was darker brown than mine, and just
as big.  I quickly dabbed a bit of lube on my cock, knelt up and drew him
backwards onto me. My cock pushed into his crack, then up against his tight
hole.  He whimpered and pushed it out for me, tickling the head of my cock.
All of a sudden I was very aware of the smell.  Then I thrust forwards, and
he squeaked as my cock forced its way through his hole and drove into his
empty, satisfied chute.  It was tight and slippy, and as he squeezed gently
his insides massaged my cock.  When I pulled back there were long brown
streaks down it.

'Mmm!' I hissed in his ear.  'You got such a dirty arse!'

I began to fuck him, gently at first but then a bit harder, and then harder
still as he moaned and begged me to fuck him til it hurt.  Hearing that I
humped harder, gripping his hips firmly as he started to gasp and writhe,
then reaching round in front to wank his cock as I did it.  Suddenly I felt
him starting to cum, and his insides squeezed my cock hard, relaxed, and
then gripped tight again as he cried out loud and his cum spattered on the
floor, and I thrust in hard and shot deep inside him.


* * * * *


The next time I saw Tom he got me to shit on him.  He'd always said it was
a step too far for him and he'd never do it, but then one afternoon we were
at my place, and madly horny.  He'd had to go to the toilet that morning,
but I was holding in what felt like a very big one.  He pawed at my cock as
we sat and built up to it, then dropped to his knees in front of me, took
it in his mouth and sucked.  A little moan escaped him as I farted, and he
found himself breathing in the smell.

'Will you do it on me?' he asked suddenly, bobbing his head up.

'What?!  But you've always said...'

'I know!  I know, but it's so fucking ... look, I do want you to do it.
Please?'

'Okay, if you're sure...'

He nodded eagerly, leaned back and lay down, spread-eagled on the bathroom
floor, and pulled me over on top of him until I was facing his legs,
kneeling low down with my arse over his chest.  When I looked down I could
see his dick was rock hard, and he was breathing hard and sighing.  Then I
relaxed, and grunted loudly with the wonderful sensation of letting go my
much-needed shit.  It was thick and lumpy, and it felt awesome as it pushed
its way out of me.  I could hear it coming out and dropping onto him,
piling up with little squelchy thuds, and the stink rolled out around the
room.

'Ugh ... oh,' he groaned behind me.  'Oh fucking hell.'

'Okay?' I asked urgently, clenching up hard to stop it and squashing shit
between my cheeks.  'You okay?'

'Yeah ... oh, it's so ... nasty.  It smells so bad!'

His voice sounded strained, and for a moment I thought he wasn't enjoying
it.  But then I looked down at his pulsating cock and his legs trembling
with the adrenaline rush.  My body was still trying to push out my shit.  I
was fighting hard to stop it, and to stop myself cumming at the same time.
The pressure in my arse was wonderfully painful.

'Come on ... do more!  Give me more!'

I couldn't have held back for more than a few seconds anyway, and I grunted
out loud with relief as I let go and unloaded a massive shit.  As I did it
I reached in and began wanking him and playing with his arse, and he began
to gasp and yelp.  My shit began to tail off, I pushed to keep it going,
and he groaned and gasped below me as I farted on him and dumped hot, mushy
shit on his chest.  Then I felt myself starting to cum; like the long, mad
orgasm you get from being fucked up the arse, and at the same time he began
to squirm between my legs.  We came together, firing spunk all over one
another's bodies.

He looked faintly horrified as I turned round and looked down on what I'd
done to him, but by the time we'd finished cleaning up he was relaxed
again, laughing about how he hadn't expected me to do quite so much.

'It does feel mad, being ... well, used as a toilet like that,' he smiled
bashfully.  'Now I see why it turns you on so much!'

'Yeah, it really does.  Such an amazing feeling.  It's a shame you've
already been today!'

'I know.  I wanted to, but ... next time.  I promise.  I've got a reading
week next week, so no lectures.  I can come round here for a poo every day
if you like!'

He gave me his shit five times that week.  Four times I lay down on the
bathroom floor and bade him to squat or kneel over me and use his toilet.
I preferred it when he squatted, I realised: having him kneel over me felt
intimate, whereas looking right up his arse as he squatted across me felt
awesomely submissive.  I'd be rock hard and quivering in anticipation,
whimpering uncontrollably as his arsehole puckered slowly out and his turd
started to descend on me.  I'd always be close to cumming after that, lying
there under his arse with his hot, heavy turd on my chest, waiting in
perverted, degraded ecstasy for him to continue with his dump.  He was big
and musky and manly above me, grunting and wanking, with his stink
battering at my brain.  I was edging and gasping, and then his hole
puckered and farted, and flared out once more...

On the fourth occasion I persuaded him to go one step further and fulfil my
darkest, horniest fantasy.  He squatted over me and did it on my face.  I
lay spread-eagled on the floor, wearing my glasses to keep it out of my
eyes, edging even before he came and stood over me.  Then he squatted down,
and I looked up his hairy arse and whimpered with desire, and he grunted as
the shit he'd been holding in for hours began to move inside him.  It was
solid and lumpy, and I whimpered again through tightly closed lips as a
long grew out of him, until I was looking up a sturdy, dark column.  His
smell blasted up my nose, not quite as strong as it sometimes was, but
thick and harsh and horny beyond belief.  His turd touched down on the tip
of my nose and slid back towards my eyes, hot and slimy and filthy.
Suddenly it snapped off, and the sensation as it all dropped onto my face
was as if I'd been punched.  I lay there reeling and edging and helpless as
another one descended upon me.  It fell back across my right eye, and as I
struggled to take it in a third big one landed and blinded me.  All I could
see was his shit, piled up on my glasses, illuminated by the light coming
in around the edges.  In a brief lucid moment I realised my whole body was
shaking, squirming uncontrollably with a sensation ten times as intense as
he'd ever given me before.  Every breath I took came in around the edges of
the hot, heavy brown pile he'd made, and the smell made me gag.  Above me I
could hear him wanking, and then he grunted, and his arse began to crackle
once more.  His turds piled up on my face and rolled greasily down my right
cheek, I was fighting to breathe ... and then I came.  I couldn't stop
myself, and I screamed through my closed mouth as cum shot all over my
body.

Two days later he did it on my chest once more.  This time I got him to
kneel over me, and he grunted with satisfaction as he let out a sturdy,
lumpy turd.  His shit was huge.  Two chunky logs dropped onto me and made
me whimper and edge madly, and then with another push he did a succession
of smooth, thick curls that tapered off as they became softer.  The smell
drove me wild!  I reached up as he pushed out a last little brown shard and
grunted that he'd finished. I stroked his bum gently, ran my fingers across
his right cheek, and then in further to tickle his satisfied, dirty little
hole.  He moaned softly.  I looked down at the big, coiled pile he'd made
between my nipples, its sultry, heavy smell hanging around us, then poked
my finger further in.  He loved having his arse played with when he'd just
had a shit, and he bowed his head and gave a long, low moan.

'Fuck me,' he whispered.  'Next time.  Like you said you would ... fuck me
when I need a poo?'


* * * * *


Tom farted.  His hard, muscly little hole flexed and puckered, he blew warm
gas onto my fingers, and then I sniffed and sighed as the smell reached me.
It was a bit sharper and ranker than usual; not strong but a bit nasty; the
smell of one of his softer, post-night out shits.  His turds would still be
firm, but smoother and less lumpy, and he'd do them more quickly.  He'd
been out for a big meal again with his friends, and he'd drunk quite a lot
of wine before they'd gone out dancing.  He wasn't badly hung over, but he
was tired and pale, and very horny.  He'd started to need a shit quite
early, like he usually did when he'd been drinking, and he'd texted me
straight away.  That was an hour ago, and now he was kneeling naked on the
bathroom floor, letting out little farts, like he always did as his chute
filled up and he started to need the toilet badly.  I knelt up behind him,
squeezing lube from the bottle onto my forefinger.  He moaned loudly as I
dabbed it lightly onto his hole, ran my finger round it until he was all
nice and slippery, and then pressed my forefinger gently in.  it was hot
and very tight, and then looser for an instant as he farted again, and I
felt the lumpy hot press of his shit on the end of my finger..  His dick
was like a ramrod.  So was mine, throbbing almost painfully in the
tightness of the condom.

'Oh!' he gasped softly.  'Uh ... oh ... fuck me now...'

I ran my fingers back out of his crack and across his right cheek, and
pulled him round as he shuffled eagerly into position, on his hands and
knees with his bottom up and his lubed hole on full display.  Slowly I
moved in on him, pressing my cock into his crack, and he drew breath
sharply as it touched his hole and stuck his arse out still further.
Taking his hips in my hands I moved forward, so my cock pressed hard
against his hole.  I felt it relax slightly, and then he squealed as I
penetrated him.  His hole gripped my cock tight as I pushed forward, until
the tip of my cock came up against the mass inside him.  It receded before
my cock as I thrust slowly forward and he opened his mouth and moaned out
loud.  I went into him very slowly, pushing forward just a little each
time, until my cock started to push right into his shit and he gasped at me
to stop.  He pushed, and I relaxed and let him shit me out a little way
until I could see the shit on my cock, then stopped him and thrust forward
again.  He gasped and sighed as I forced his turds back up inside him,
further this time.  Again he began to push me out, and his hot lumpy shit
squashed around my cock as he grunted and tried to relieve himself, and
again I pushed back against it.  Time after time we did it, until my cock
was nearly all the way into his tightly packed chute, and he was squirming
and grunting, trying desperately to take a dump.  As I pulled back again
his shit surged forward and forced its way out round the end of my brown
cock.  Big lumps hit the floor and the smell thickened like smoke, and then
his mouth fell open and he gasped in pleasure and pain as I fought back.

Slowly I fucked the shit out of him.  It squashed out around my shaft as I
pulled back and fell to the floor in little curls.  It packed his crack and
smeared across his arse and my crotch, all warm and clammy and squelching
noisily as we moved.  Two or three times he begged me to pull back and let
him ease himself, and each time I pulled out and downward, so he could
unload his farts and his thick, tactile shit onto my cock.  His turds hit
it and made it bob up and down, and flopped onto the growing pile under
him.  Then I went back into him, smearing more shit into his crack as I did
it.  I started to hump him a little more firmly.

'Oh!' he yelped.  'Oh ... oh pull out, I've gotta poo!'

I pulled back sharply and let him shit all over my cock again.  It was
mushy and hot, and it smelled really strong.  He grunted and sighed with
relief as he emptied himself out.

'I've finished,' he breathed.  'Now ... fuck me again.  Do it harder!  Uh
... oh ... ooh! ... oh yeah!'

I fucked his gay-boy hole deep and hard and very dirty.  Shit squashed
across his bottom and fell to the floor with a filthy sound, and the stink
gassed both of us.  He squirmed and writhed and began to cry out, and I
held his hips tighter to keep him still.

'Oh Tom!' I gasped in his ear.  'I'm gonna cum!'

'In me ... oh yeah ... cum in me!  Oh fuck I'm cumming too ... ooh!'

For a brief few seconds we teetered on the edge, humping madly and crying
out together, and then his arse exploded and gripped me tight as he
screamed through clenched teeth and shot all over the floor, and I shot
deep inside him.  Then it was over, leaving us both gasping and sighing as
we came down off the buzz.

'Oh!' he breathed.  'That was just awesome!  Oh ... I'm so messy now
though...'

He looked a bit shocked as I slipped out of him and he twisted round to see
the mess we'd made, and he screwed up his face in disgust and retched
slightly.  I wiped the worst of it off him quickly with some toilet paper,
opened the window to disperse the smell, and then set about myself as he
got into the shower.  When I joined him there he was nearly clean, and he
recoiled at the sight of more of his mess.

'I don't know if I wanna do that again,' he said as he pulled his coat on.
'It's ... look, I'm gonna take a break from all of this I think.  I feel
like it's kind of gone too far for me now.'

I'd always known he might say it at some point, but my heart sank all the
same.  I'd come to like and respect him, our sessions were always madly,
wonderfully horny, and now it all looked as if it was about to end.  He
must have seen it in my face.

'Cheer up,' he grinned.  'It won't be forever, I don't think.  I'll get
back into it sometime.  I'll text you, okay?'

He smiled cutely and gave me a hug before I opened the front door for him.
Then I stood and watched him walk off down the street, until he turned the
corner and disappeared from sight, hoping that some day I'd see him again.



THE END



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