Date: Wed, 2 Sep 2020 07:58:30 +0100
From: namab mass <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: Two Lads' Toilet

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Two Lads' Toilet


I already had a hard-on when I got the bathroom ready.  I got out some
disinfectant, cloths, plastic bags and so on and put them on the shelf at
the end of the bath, and cleared away the soap and shower gels from around
it.  Finally I pulled the shower curtain to the other end, well out of the
way, went into the cupboard and got out a toilet seat.  It was mounted on
two lengths of metal that fitted across the bath like a soap tray, so that
you could sit on it with your bottom over the middle of the bath.  That
done, I still had twenty minutes or so to wait, so I went and made myself a
cup of tea, sat down and tried to get on with some work.  It was no good,
though: I was too excited to concentrate and I kept checking my phone in
case Max had messaged.  Impatiently, I reread the one he'd sent half an
hour earlier:

Hi Mark.  U in?  Me n Dan both need 2 go 2 the toilet ;-)

Max and Dan were a handsome young couple in their early 20s who shared a
flat on the other side of the city from me.  They were nice middle-class
lads really, but one of them was an aspiring actor and the other a musician
and they were both often out of work and short of money.  It was one time
when they were particularly broke and offering to do porn vids for cash on
a local free ads site that I got chatting to Max.  I wasn't interested in
their videos, but I was willing to pay them to do other things, and
although Max stressed right at the start that they weren't in an open
relationship and wouldn't have sex with anyone else, he did also say they
might do things that didn't involve that if the money was right.  When I'd
told him what I had in mind I'd expected him to run a mile, but he didn't.
Instead he amazed me by saying they were up for it.  They were horny,
sexually adventurous lads, and although they were shocked by what I
proposed to them, they weren't horrified by it.  Besides, as Max put it the
first time we'd met:

'It's just going for a shit and I'd need to do that anyway, and if you're
gonna pay for it...'

Since then we'd met regularly.  Well, I say 'met,' but there was rarely any
talking involved.  After the first couple of meets I'd given them a key to
the flat, so they could simply come in, use their toilet, pick up their
money from the kitchen table, and leave again.  Sometimes just one of them
came, usually Max, since he got more opportunities than Dan, and I got the
impression he was more comfortable with it as well.  When they both came he
usually went second, and something he once said had suggested that was
because he didn't care about seeing and smelling Dan's shit, whereas Dan
was more squeamish and didn't like being where his boyfriend had just done
it.  Sometimes I wondered if that meant Max was the bottom in bed, but I
didn't know them well enough to ask that kind of question!  I looked at my
phone, wondering what was keeping them, and just as I did so it buzzed and
bleeped in my hand:

5 mins.  Dan really needs the toilet!

Quickly I checked that the safety chain was off the front door, stripped
naked and went through to the bathroom.  By now my stomach was churning
with anticipation and my heart was pounding, and my raging hard-on bobbed
and bounced in front of me as I walked.  In the bathroom I closed the door
and window and turned off the extractor fan, climbed into the bath and lay
down.  I reached forward and pulled the toilet seat towards me, so it was
over my chest.  I lay back under it and waited.

A couple of minutes later I heard footsteps outside the flat and then the
key in the front door, and my dick began to bob up and down in excitement.
The two of them clattered through into the kitchen on the other side of the
hallway, and I heard them exchange a few muffled words.  Probably they'd
picked up the money from the table.  There was a couple of seconds' pause,
another distant exchange, and then the first set of footsteps came towards
me.  Dan, I thought: even if he didn't usually go first I'd still recognise
his loose-limbed walk.

The door opened, slowly, at first, and Dan came in.  He was tall and slim
and fair, with spiky auburn hair and a smiley, friendly face, and his body
was cutely curvy.  He never met my eyes when he did this.  Instead he
turned away and took a step sideways until he was standing in front of the
seat over the bath, and his hands went to his belt buckle.  He seemed to
take ages to undo his belt and flies, but then his blue jeans dropped
around his ankles and he pulled his check boxer shorts down to follow them,
and for a second he stood in front of me with his bottom naked.  It was
broader and fuller than you'd think from a first glance at him.  His cheeks
were smooth, but there was a cute fuzz of hair in his crack, fringing the
pink area around his tight, wrinkled arsehole.  His cheeks parted to show
it all off to me as he sat down on the toilet seat, fidgeted a couple of
times as he got comfortable, and then leaned forwards with his elbows
resting on his knees; the classic position of a lad about to relieve
himself.  I was his toilet, and I started to edge as I stared up at his
firm young arse.

Dan always took a long time over having a shit, and he started very slowly.
His bottom relaxed and filled out slightly on the seat, and his pink hole
twitched, and slowly puckered out and back in.  He gave the softest of
grunts, fidgeted, and his hole flared briefly again.  He sat there for what
felt like years as I quivered and edged underneath him, and then his bottom
heaved and his hole puckered out slightly again. This time he farted
sharply, pinched his hole hastily, and then relaxed and let out another
soft, deep little fart.  His tight hole was twitching in and out, getting
ready to release the load sliding down his chute towards it.  I couldn't
stop myself letting out a soft moan as the smell hit me.  Dan made the most
beautiful aroma; not strong or rank, but really nice and warm with a
fruity, coarse edge to it.  His twitching hole flared out again, and then
wider, and through it peeped a brown tip that receded momentarily, and then
he gave a soft grunt and his pink ring widened over the rounded end of a
turd.  It paused again, came out further as he drew breath and gave a
little strain, and another so that a solid lump jutted from him.

'Uh ... ooh...' he grunted, tailing off into a sigh.

His turd descended on me like a thick column growing down from his bottom.
It was slightly lumpy at first, but then smoother, with deep cracks and
bits of light matter embedded in it, the whole lot a gorgeous deep, golden
brown and glistening in the light.  His pink ring rippled and puckered
around it as it slid through with a crackle and little squeaks of gas.  The
sight of his turd coming down on me and the filthy sound and thickening
smell drove me wild, and then a deep jagged crack widened in his turd, and
the first few lumpy inches pulled stickily away.  The sensation as it fell
onto my chest was as intense as if he'd punched me, and it toppled over and
flopped heavily down right across my nipple, all hot and solid and
wonderfully foul.  Above me his brown column was still coming down, jagged
and broken at its lower and and tapering off at the top until it slid
cleanly through his closing hole.  He hit me hard again, another heavy one
that bent almost double and dropped onto the middle of my chest.  His turds
were dense and heavy like chunks of plasticine, but slimier; firm and hot
exquisitely nasty.

I wasn't touching my cock, but even so it was bobbing up and down and
dribbling pre-cum as I lay there pretty much helpless, waiting for Dan to
continue his dump.  He was a slightly camp lad but he seemed awesomely
masculine as he sat over me, with his dirty hole twitching and puckering
every so often.  Then his dick twitched and he started to piss, slowly at
first but building up into a yellowish jet that ran down the side of the
bath in rivers and splashed back onto me.  It went on and on, and as it
started to tail off he drew breath and grunted, and once again the foulness
of him having a shit hit me in full force.  He pushed out a big curved log,
all slimy and cracked with a few bits of sweetcorn or something pressed
into it, hissing and crackling and thrusting his smell in my face.  Two
big, ragged lumps thudded onto my chest, and then a slimmer one that curled
upwards for a moment as he strained it out, then broke downwards, hit his
pile and plopped down towards my neck.  I edged constantly as he shat on
me, until by the time it ended I was close to cumming.

'Uh...' he grunted.

Once again he made me wait, and I managed to draw back from the brink,
lying in a pool of his piss with his heavy brown pile on my chest and his
smell hanging round us like steam from the shower.  His bumhole was much
dirtier now, all brown and sticky, and there was a little smear of shit on
the inside of his cheek.  He sat and flared it out a few times, and let out
a couple of soft farts.  Sometimes he could sit like this for several
minutes before he finished his shit, but that morning it wasn't long before
his hole twitched, flared and squeaked softly, and he pushed out a
crackling brown rope.  A series of long, slim turds grew down from his
bottom, curled one way and another, and dropped onto me, covering his first
solid logs in a heavy dense pile of smooth curls.  They got thinner, until
finally he was left with just a brown sliver hanging down from his bum.  He
grunted as he strained his hole open one last time, and shuffled his bum on
the seat to dislodge it.  Finally it pulled stickily away and dropped
lightly on top of his pile, and he reached for the toilet paper.

Dan wiped his bum standing up.  He used to stand up straight, but then
stick his bottom out cutely, almost standing up on tiptoes as he reached in
and pressed the paper to his bumhole.  He twisted it a bit and pulled it
away with a big brown stain on it, dropped it down by my leg and pulled off
another load of paper from the roll.  His wiping technique was so
inefficient and he looked almost comical as he stood rubbing at his hole.
It took him four or five wads of scrunched up paper before they came away
clean, and finally he threw the last one down by my leg, bent and pulled
his pants up.  He didn't look round at me as he washed his hands, and I lay
and eyed him up for a moment.  But then he swung round and pulled the door
open and ducked out of the room.  That left me with a moment or two to
compose myself after the mad buzz of being fit young Dan's toilet, and to
prepare myself for his equally handsome boyfriend!  I reached up and pushed
the seat a little further away, so it was over my belly.

A few seconds later footsteps came nearer again, this time Max's heavier
tread, the door opened, and he came in.  Max was slightly shorter and
stockier than his partner, and where Dan was fair he was quite dark, with
olive skin and messy black hair.  He paused for a split second and wrinkled
his nose up as he smelled what Dan had done, and he looked the other way as
he shut the door, stood in front of the toilet seat and his hands went to
his waistband.  Then he pulled his tracksuit pants and briefs down in one
quick movement, shuffled backwards with his sturdy bottom naked, and
lowered himself down onto the seat.  Underneath him my cock started to
bounce and dribble again.  Whereas Dan dumped slowly, Max usually emptied
his bowels in one go, and my whole body tensed up as I waited for the brown
avalanche to come.

Max reached down and fumbled his phone out of his pocket, sat up and
started playing with it, just as he must have done on the toilet.  The way
he acted so normally, as if he was unaware that it was me lying underneath
him, quivering all over with a big, cooling pile of his boyfriend's shit on
my chest, made the whole thing even more surreal.  Then Max seemed to arch
his back slightly and his bottom heaved.  His hole puckered partly open,
and a thick brown point emerged.  He strained lightly again, and his turd
slid quickly out.  It was slightly thinner and smoother than Dan's, and
much darker brown; a rich, chocolatey colour.  Three or four thick, solid
inches thudded onto my belly and his bottom pinched in slightly, but then
he grunted and pushed a little, and his big, sinuous log came down on me.
Two or three times it grew into a lumpy tail and dropped a fat curl on me,
and above the growing pile on my belly the broken end was growing out of
him again with a soft, slimy crackle.  The smell washed over me, thicker
and ranker than Dan's, and fantastically erotic.  Once again I shook and
edged madly, overcome by the perverted thrill of being a hot young guy's
toilet.

Max used to shit relentlessly, as if once he'd started nothing could stop
him, and although his dumps were over quickly they were still big and
chunky.  He dropped another couple of thick curls, making a hefty pile on
my belly, and then his turd slowed down and grew thinner, and he gave a
soft little grunt.  A long, curl extended down from him, much fatter at its
broken lower end than right below his flaring pink hole, and at the same
time he began pissing.  His stream splashed noisily against the side of the
bath and pooled warmly around me, and I lay there with his shit on my
chest, heavy and slimy and deliciously nasty.  Slowly the turd still
hanging from his arse pulled away, he strained again, and it fell from him
and flopped onto his pile.  I felt the tip bend down and touch my skin,
right near to my dancing dick.  He grunted again; the relieved sound of a
young man just finishing a big, satisfying shit.  Above me his sticky brown
bumhole flared a couple of times as he strained.  Then he put his phone
back in his pocket, pulled off a few sheets of toilet paper and started
folding them up.

Max wiped his bum sitting down.  He shuffled forward on the seat, leaned to
the side a little and hitched the hem of his shirt up with one hand before
he reached round behind to wipe with the other.  As his hand came down
through the seat he nearly touched his own shit, and he leaned forward
further to give himself more room.  He wiped slowly and thoroughly, and out
of habit he just let each piece of paper go when he was done with it, so
used bog roll covered his pile and fell across my cock and balls.  Finally
he was done, and he stood up and bent to pull his pants up.  I lay prone as
he too washed his hands quickly, and then he was gone.  I heard both of
them clatter off up the hallway and the front door banged behind them.

For a minute or two I lay there, taking in what had just happened to me,
the sensation of the two hot lads' shit still lying heavily on my body, and
the thick, rank smell in the closed little room.  I started to edge again.
Unable to resist any longer I nudged Max's used toilet paper out of the
way, reached awkwardly over his shit and fondled my cock with my fingers,
and whimpered as it jerked and dribbled.  I began to wank clumsily, slowly
at first but then faster and faster until, finally, I cried out and blasted
cum all over myself, and all over the lads' shit.

Twenty minutes later I went through to the kitchen, newly showered and
carrying a tied-up bag of shit and toilet paper and cleaning cloths to take
out to the dustbins.  As I passed I noticed a note on the table, written on
the back of the envelope I'd left their money in:

Thanks for letting us use the toilet – see you next time ;-)
Max and Dan xx


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