Date: Tue, 27 Aug 2019 20:08:28 +0100 From: namab mass Subject: Watching Tom Take a Shit This is a story involving light scat play between adult males. All characters are over the age of eighteen. If this isn't your sort of thing or it is illegal for you to view it, please leave now. This story is entirely fictitious, and any resemblance to actual individuals is coincidental. Hosting these stories doesn't come free, so please consider donating to Nifty so we can continue to enjoy them! Watching Tom Take a Shit I'd just finished breakfast one bright spring morning when my smartphone beeped at me. I felt a little knot of excitement in my stomach as I picked it up, suspecting that I knew who it would be, and then when I saw the message my dick sprang to attention in my trousers. Hey. You in? About 2 go for a run ;-) Tom I messaged back straight away saying that yes, I was in, and he could drop by whenever he was passing. Once I'd put the phone down I sat for a few minutes, finishing my tea and smoking a cigarette, and stroking my dick as I anticipated what was going to happen. Once I'd drained my mug and crushed the end of the fag out in the ashtray I got up and made my preparations, and then when that was done I went up to my office and tried to get on with some work. It was no good, though: my head was full of Tom and what he was going to do for me, and I got nothing done. I was sitting back on the office chair, fantasising again, when the doorbell rang. My stomach was full of butterflies as I went down to open it. 'Hiya!' panted Tom as I opened the door. 'How's it going?' He was wearing the white Adidas T-shirt he often ran in; the one that was just tight enough to show off his toned body, with his pert little nipples quite hard in the chilly air. He had his usual blue shorts on as well, and they showed off his long, hairy, muscular legs to perfection. His tanned face, so very handsome with his prominent cheekbones and bright eyes, was sweaty, but his dark hair was still immaculate, swept across on top in fashionable style. As he caught his breath I noticed a girl passing by on the pavement making eyes at him, and she wouldn't be the only one that day. Tall, handsome and charming, 24-year-old Tom practically had girls throwing themselves at him, although he was too much of a gentleman to take advantage of them. Well, most of them anyway. He smelled sweaty, all musky and masculine as he came past me into the house. Then he turned to me, with a sly smile spreading across his lips. 'Got the money, yeah?' I held it out to him, and he grinned as he pocketed it. 'Cool. Thanks. Shall we...? I mean, I need to...' 'Yeah, come on through.' 'Hang on ... just take my shoes off.' His arse was sturdy and peachy, and he showed it off beautifully as he bent to untie the laces of his running shoes. He grinned again as he straightened up again and clocked me looking at him, then led the way through to the bathroom at the back of the house. As I followed him my heart thumped and my hard-on pressed uncomfortably against my jeans. I couldn't take my eyes off him. In the bathroom he stood facing away from me over the towels and the flattened plastic bag I'd laid ready, slightly embarrassed as I pulled down my jeans and let my cock spring free, and knelt down behind him. My heart raced again as he put his hands to his waistband and pulled down his shorts to his thighs, and I fixated on his bottom. His cheeks were pale and smooth, but then he showed off the darker skin of his crack as he squatted, lowering himself down until his arse was a couple of feet from the floor, with his legs roughly horizontal and his elbows resting on his knees. I studied his wrinkled arsehole, all pinched up tight amid the wiry hairs that fringed it. My mouth was dry and my stomach was churning in excitement, and I realised I was near to cumming even though I'd barely touched myself. I could never believe how intense the anticipation was in the last few seconds. The silence was total, except for our breathing. Then he cleared his throat, just as he always did as he was about to go. I fixed my eyes on his arse. He grunted softly a couple of times, shuffled position, then grunted again, and his arse relaxed. His hole puckered open slightly, he farted sharply, and quickly clenched up again. I was shaking all over with anticipation, and then I got the smell. It wasn't that strong, but it was thick and slightly harsh, and I sniffed eagerly at it as I waited. He paused for a second or two, breathing hard, and then gave a soft sigh, and his hole puckered slowly open, puffed out a little gas, then pushed out further. A pointed turtle's head nosed its way through. Tom's turds were were thick and cracked and greasy, and they slid slowly out of his flaring hole with a wonderful slimy crackle. They were always a beautiful colour; a rich, reddish mahogany. He did a hefty log that jutted out of him at an angle at first, then began to bend downwards with its own weight as more came out, until he had a big long curl hanging from him. His smell grew thicker and ranker around us, and my dick began to bounce and dribble pre-cum. Cracks opened up across his turd as it came slowly out, one a few inches below his arse widening into a broken, jagged end as it pulled slowly apart. Then the bottom end curled forward suddenly and fell away. 'Thud!' It landed hard, and I watched it topple over and flop down with another squelchy 'thump.' Then I flicked my eyes back up as he gave a little grunting push, and the log still sliding from him tapered off, curled forward and dropped softly on top of the first. As it left him his hole flared out one more time, all brown and sticky now, then pinched up again. Quite suddenly he started to piss. A long yellowish stream of it arced from his flaccid, weighty cock and splashed noisily onto the towels. As it began to tail off he started pushing his dirty little hole in and out, grunting rhythmically, then sighing softly with satisfaction as it flared again and more began to come out. His turd was smoother than before and a bit thinner, and it just kept on coming. Three or four times he grew a sinuous brown tail that snapped and fell onto his growing pile with a fantastically filthy little sound. I could feel my dick jerking up and down even though I wasn't touching it, with little gouts of pre-cum dribbling from it as I edged, sniffing deeply at the smell. When that was over he reached for the toilet roll in front of him, tore off a few sheets and folded them. I thought he was done, but then he grunted and strained, farted softly, and curled out two or three more thin little turds. Finally it was over, and he reached around behind him. He used to lift himself up off the toilet and wipe in that position anyway, and I loved it. He looked so awesomely undignified as he rubbed at his hole, inspected and then folded the stained paper, then did it again. He dropped each crumpled pad behind him, next to his big, coiled pile. Then he stood and pulled his pants up. 'There ya go,' he grinned. 'Nice big dump for you to wank over!' He washed his hands quickly and let himself out, leaving me in the bathroom with his pile. I stared down at it, transfixed by the obscene beauty of this gorgeous straight lad's shit. I leaned in closer, until my nose was almost touching his pile and I could feel its warmth on my face. The smell gassed me and made my dick bounce and dribble again. I was going to cum, I realised suddenly. I wasn't even wanking much, but even so I was right on the edge of shooting a big load, and getting closer every second. Suddenly I jerked upright, leaned forward and cried out loud as I fired my spunk all over his pile. * * * * * I'd been paying Tom to shit for me for a couple of months, ever since he'd replied to an ad I'd put on a local small ads site offering to pay fit lads to let me watch them on the toilet. He was straight, he said firmly when we talked on the phone after we'd emailed back forth for a while; and he wasn't into scat or anything like it, but he was very open-minded and he could think of worse ways to earn some money than having a shit. The first time I actually met him I couldn't believe my luck. He'd looked good in the pictures he'd sent, but face to face he was SO handsome! He wouldn't let me do any more than watch him on the toilet the first few times, but even that was awesomely horny. He didn't want me to get my cock out, so it pressed hard against my jeans as I sat, watching this gorgeous lad doing his most secret business right in front of me and sniffing discreetly at the smell. Water splashed up on his bottom as his turds splashed and plop-plopped into the toilet. The first time he got it over with quickly and he seemed so embarrassed afterwards that I didn't think he'd agree to do it again. But he did, and the next time he relaxed and took his time over it a bit more, grunting softly as he pushed and his arse made that delicious soft, slimy crackle. His plops were slow and loud and heavy and the smell was to die for. It wasn't as strong as the first time; softer and less rank, and awesomely erotic. He heard me sniff and looked round slowly with one eyebrow raised, bottom heaving slightly as he gave a little push. 'Jesus, you really do get off on watching me having a shit, don't you!' he said. 'Er ... yeah I do,' I admitted. 'That's so kinky, man. Really fucking nasty. It smells!' 'Yeah it does. But ... well, I like it.' 'Fucking hell!' He laughed suddenly. 'Can't believe I'm doing this! 'Can I see it?' 'What?!' 'Can I see it? Your shit, I mean. I wanna see it!' 'Fucking hell!' he said again. Er ... yeah I suppose so. You've already watched me do it; suppose it makes no odds if you wanna see it too.' He lifted himself up off the toilet, into a high squat with his arse sticking out. He'd done several sturdy logs that lay curled in the bowl, with a pile of slimmer curls on top, breaking the surface and wafting his deliciously dirty smell up at me. Much closer I could see brown traces around his hole, and a couple of bits of shit clinging to the wiry hairs around I could feel myself edging as he reached around behind him with a folded pad of toilet roll in his fingers and began to wipe his arse. * * * * * Tom went for a shit once a day, usually in the morning after he'd been for a run. He started work mid-morning and finished early evening, so he got up a bit later than most people, had something to eat and went for his run about 830. He'd start to need a shit whilst he was running, and by the time he got home his flatmate would be on his way to work, so he'd go straight to the toilet for a long, unhurried dump before he got in the shower. My house was only a minute or two from his favourite route and I worked mainly from home, so it was kind of inevitable that he'd start stopping off at mine on his run. I couldn't keep on paying him as much as I had the first couple of times, but he just laughed and said he didn't care. He was still getting paid to take a shit, and he'd have to do that anyway! He sat further forward the next few times so that I could stand next to the toilet, look down into the bowl and watch the long, lumpy column extend from him. I'd see it snap off and drop into the water a few times, making heavy 'plops' and sending water splashing up onto his bottom. Then the smell rose up around him, and I wouldn't be able to stop myself wanking furtively through my trousers and sniffing at it. He pretended not to notice at first, but after a while he seemed more relaxed about it and as he sat pushing out smaller lumps he'd look round coolly with his eyebrow raised, still bemused at me getting off on him having a shit. One Friday night when he was off work he ate a big dinner at home before he went out clubbing with his mates. Later, ambling drunkenly home, he bought himself a large doner kebab and ate the lot. The following morning he could feel the first fullness in his bowels even before he went out to run off his hangover, and by the time he arrived at mine he was struggling to hold it in. He hurried into the bathroom, pulled down his shorts and sat down. His face stiffened as he let out a resonant fart that grew wet as his hole squelched, and started to crackle loudly. 'Plip-plop .., ploop ...plop, plop, plop, plop ... plop!' The smell was thick and rank and nasty, and it filled the room like fog. He looked a bit embarrassed for a moment, but then as he clocked the bulge growing in my pants he motioned me round next to him and shuffled forward so I could see. I pawed at myself through my jeans as his dirty little hole puckered and he farted out a snaky, snapping dark turd. The plops were squelchy and muffled as it landed on what he'd already done, and he farted wetly as it ended. 'Uh!' he grunted. 'Oh I needed that. Phew, sorry, it stinks!' 'Yeah! It really does. Mm!' He looked uncertain for a moment, biting his lip as he looked round. Then he raised his eyebrow in that sexy way of his. 'You can wank if you wanna ... I mean, I don't want you to touch me or anything but if you want to wank it's okay.' I needed no second bidding. I pulled my jeans and pants down quickly, and took my cock in my hand. Right in front of me he stiffened and grunted, and his bottom heaved a little. He did a couple of soft, resonant wet farts, crackled, and more shit fell onto his pile. All of a sudden I was edging, and then as he stood up to wipe his arse I couldn't stop myself and I came all over the floor. * * * * * Finally I persuaded him to squat for me. He'd refused once, when I'd suggested it to him a while ago, but now he was comfortable with me wanking while he took a shit I figured it could do no harm to ask again. He didn't like the idea, but when I offered him an extra tenner he shrugged and took it. He didn't say much as we went through to the bathroom, and he stood looking pensive as I threw down some old towels to catch his piss and a plastic bag for him to squat over, and then pulled down my pants and knelt down. He hesitated for a moment when I motioned him to squat down in front of me, but then he shrugged again, stepped forward and turned away from me. My heart thumped as he pulled his running shorts down to his hairy thighs and showed off his gorgeous toned bum. Then he squatted down, quite high, with his arse eighteen inches or so off the floor. He farted at once, and I bent down further to see his arsehole. It rippled out a little, and let out another couple of little low rasps. His rank little smell began to tickle my nostrils. 'Ooh!' I breathed. 'Go on. Take a shit...' He grunted softly and his hole rippled again, let out another sharp fart as it started to dilate, and then the tip of his turd peeped through. He paused, strained a little, and it grew into a thickening point, and then a hefty brown tail grew steadily from his arse. I pawed at my cock as the smell reached me. His log was solid and lumpy, a rich dark brown, crackling slimily as it came. Its cracks started to stretch as it grew heavier, and then it pulled apart altogether and a big lump thudded onto the floor. Another curl followed it as his turd kept coming, and then as it grew a little smoother he let out a long one that grew nearly a foot from his arse before it snapped off and fell to the floor with a heavy thud. The broken end hung from him for a second, a couple of little brown threads dangling from its end. Then as he gave another little grunt and a push it slid fluidly out of him, tapering off as it came. Two chunky logs lay on the ground beneath him, with another thick brown snake curled over and around them. His long thinning turd hung down above it momentarily, then dropped lightly onto the pile as his hole pinched up. I stared at it in awe, sniffing deeply at his harshly delicious smell. Suddenly his dick twitched and he let go a long stream of yellowish piss that splashed down noisily, soaked the towels and started to gather in a pool around them. It went on for ages, and as it did so his dirty little hole relaxed and flared out, showing off the brown residues around it. When he'd done pissing he squatted in silence for a minute or two, pushing his hole in and out. He grunted and shifted position a little, and then strained again. Presently a slim little turd peeped out, and then with another strain it slid out, straight down like a brown pencil coming from his arse. It bent double as it dropped, and he followed it with another, and then another little nugget or two. Then he reached for the toilet paper. I loved watching Tom wipe his bottom. I'd once asked if I could do it for him but he'd refused point blank and I didn't expect him to change his mind any time soon. Instead I just watched as he wiped, half-squatting like he did when he'd been to the toilet. His firm shit hadn't left him very dirty and he didn't use much paper. He always wiped slowly, but then with the last few little wads of paper he rubbed himself more vigorously, to get his bumhole really clean. Then he pulled up his pants, washed his hands quickly in the basin and let himself out with the usual shy smile and muttered 'see ya,' stuffing his money into the pocket of his running shorts as he went . That left me alone with his shit. Once again I bent right down and sniffed it close to, feeling its hotness and psyching myself up to press my face into it. Some day I would. Some day, too, I dreamed of being able to get him to go further. I wanted to be his toilet, and lie underneath him as he had a shit on my face. In my darkest and wildest fantasies he squatted over my face and bade me to open my mouth. I wanted to take this young straight hunk's shit straight from his arse like nothing else in the world. As it was I could only kneel over it once he was gone. But that was privilege enough, and as I admired its foul beauty and sniffed at his wondrously erotic smell I started to gasp and breathe deeply, and then jerked upright and shot my spunk all over his brown pile. * * * * * Tom never did let me wipe his bottom for him, and he never will. He still comes round when he's out running, though, and earns a little money for having his morning shit at my place. I'll never get tired of the feeling as I kneel down on the floor with him standing over me, with his big cock bouncing cutely as he treads his shorts off. He comes and stands in front of me, facing the opposite wall, and I look up his gorgeous smooth back and pert arse in awe. I can never quite believe that this hunky guy needs a shit, and he's about to do it right in front of me. He looks all coy too as he squats, even though he's done his private business in front of me so many times. The silence is total for a few seconds, apart from our breathing. But then he starts to grunt and my dick goes crazy, and right in front of me he farts, and then pushes out his big shit. His turds are big and chunky and beautiful, and I love the way they curl from his arse, slowly at first as he pushes, but then more quickly as his shit gets softer. The crackling sound rings in my ears, and his gloriously dirty smell gets me like a big hit of poppers. Dick bobbing and down frantically, I watch as he finishes and wipes his bottom, and then when he's gone I shoot my load all over his pile. And afterwards, when I've cleaned up, I sit back and smile, and look forward to the next time! Enjoyed this? Feedback and ideas are very welcome: namabmas@gmail.com