Date: Wed, 29 Sep 2021 04:44:24 +0100
From: namab mass <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: Declan's Shit 2

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Declan's Shit


Chapter Two


Declan had started to get really into shitting himself.  He couldn't really
explain why, but letting go and filling his pants felt dirty and fucked up
and out of control, which made it exciting, on top of the amazing physical
sensation.  He had a big family and he didn't often get time alone at home,
but even so a couple of times he had the house to himself when he was horny
and he needed a shit, and he got carried away and did it.  The second time
was in the garden, kneeling behind the fence whilst the couple next door
were drinking and having a barbecue with their mates.  He was so turned on
that he came in his pants before he'd finished.

`They could smell it an' all,' he laughed.  `Heard one of `em say summat
about someone havin' farted!  Felt so fuckin' naughty doing a shit in me
pants wiv other people about ... blew me mind!  So, I were thinking, you
got a car, ain't you?  We could go and do it somewhere, couldn't we...'

`What, and then come back to mine?  Ooh, yes, we could, couldn't we.  So
long as you sit on something in the car...!'

`Ha ha, yeah I will.  It'd be well horny, having to drive back through town
sitting in a shit!'

`Unless we get pulled over by the police!  Mmm, but yes, good idea.  Let's
do it!  Now, where would be a good place...'

A couple of weeks later I picked him up from near his house.  It was Sunday
morning, and he'd messaged me not long after he'd got up to say he was
starting to need a shit.  He was standing at the bus stop as I drove up,
looking magnificently chavvy in his old trackie bottoms, football shirt and
cap, smoking a cigarette as he waited.  In his hand he held a small bag.
He waved as he saw me approach and flicked his cigarette into the gutter.

`Thank fuck you're here,' he grinned as he got in and put his seatbelt on.
`I'm really bustin' for a shit!  It's not far is it, where we're going?'

`Nah, just a few minutes.  You really desperate then?'

`Gettin' that way, yeah.  Ain't been for a shit since Friday, an' me mum
cooked us a real big tea last night an' all.  Then I went out and had a few
beers an' got a pizza on the way home too.  I had such bad farts this
morning!'

`Heh, nice.  Big shit, then...?!'

`Feels like it.  So where we going then?  You said it was a park, didn't
you?  There ain't gonna be lots of people about?'

`No, it'll be fine.  It's the end away from all the houses so no-one goes
there.  Not at this time of day anyway!'

`Heh, yeah I see.  Okay!  `Ave you got summat for me to sit on when we go
back to yours?'

`Yeah there's some bin liners in the footwell there.  We'll spread one over
the seat.'

`Cool, an' I bought some spare pants and trackies wiv me.'  He gestured at
the bag by his feet, but then shuffled his bottom on the seat and screwed
his face up.  `Hurry up though mate, I need a fuckin' poo!'

He sat stiffly as I threaded the car through a couple of junctions, and
then turned off the main road and onto a quieter street.  On our right was
an industrial estate with most of the units closed for the weekend, and on
the left a high wall gave way to iron railings with a thick hedge behind
them, and beyond that the mature trees in the park.  His hand went to the
clasp of his seatbelt as I pulled the car into the kerb, opposite a small
gate in the railings.  I looked up and down the street as we got out, but
it was deserted, and quickly we scurried through the gate and into the
park.  This end of it was little used and unkempt, and on either side of
the path leading down the slope onto the main lawn empty beer cans were
scattered around.  We stopped and looked around us, listening intently, but
there was no sign of anyone.  Declan pulled his cigarettes from his pocket
and lit one.  He was standing stiffly with his bottom clenched and a
hard-on starting to show through the front of his trackies.

`Mate, I'm really desperate,' he said urgently.  `I'm gonna shit meself any
minute!'

`Okay then, let's get off the path just in case...'

We struck off the path and headed for a clump of thick bushes a few yards
away.  Someone had been there recently and fresh spliff ends and a used
condom lay discarded on the earth, but it was silent now, and behind the
bush we were almost invisible, hidden from the road by the hedge and the
park by the trees down the slope.  Declan took another puff on his
cigarette, and for a moment I thought how hot it would be just to watch him
take his pants down and squat.  Then he looked around and met my eye,
dropped his fag end on the ground and turned away, pulling his trackies
down around his knees.  He glanced at my cock, starting to bulge out the
front of my jeans, winked, and then winced and squirmed again.  I loved the
sight of him desperate for a shit, all his cockiness gone as he tried to
control his own body, with his hard-on tenting out his pants.  He looked
around us urgently one more time, and then turned away from me.  I closed
up behind him, unable to resist touching myself through my pants, as he
stood there panting hoarsely.  Then he drew breath sharply, stuck his
bottom out and let go.

His clenched cheeks relaxed, and a lump popped up between them, paused
momentarily, and then pushed the seat of his pants out with a big solid
log.  It bent downwards and snapped and another one came out on top, and
then the lumpy bulge started to swell out in all directions.  Over the
background hum of the city I could hear him squelching and the breeze blew
the smell back at me, all rich and cloying.  His bum clenched up again
then, squashing shit in his crack, and he gave a little gasp.  He looked
round, his eyes half-closed and his face all flushed, caught my eye and
grinned.  But then another turd slid down his chute, and he looked away and
bent his legs, sticking his arse out once more, strained and pushed it out.
His bulge pushed out and down with a squeak and a filthy squelching noise.
His hand went to his cock and he wanked through his pants as he pushed out
the last of it.

`Unf!' he grunted.  `Oh fuck...'

`Mmm!  Ooh Dec, that smells!'

`I know!'  He looked round, grinning, but then his face froze.  `Hang on,
was that someone...'

A woman's voice sounded nearby, laughing about something, and we both
looked around us.  His hands went to his trackies so he could pull them up
quickly.  Then another voice came, a bit fainter this time, and I noticed
movement beyond the hedge at the top of the slope behind us.

`It's okay,' I said.  `They're on the road.'

`Where?'

`There, look.  You can just see them, through that thin bit in the hedge by
the railings.  It's okay, they can't see us.  Sounds like they're going
away anyway.'

`Oh.  Oh yeah they are, aren't they.'

He relaxed again, grunted and wiggled his bottom, and grinned at me sexily.
His cock had gone down a bit but it was still prominent, like a fat curled
snake in his pants.

`Have you finished?' I asked.

`Er...'  He made a cute pushing face.  `I dunno.  Feel like I `ave, but you
know what happens when I really need a big shit.  Like, when I stay sitting
on the bog I always do another one.  Oh man, it's so fuckin' heavy though.
Wanna sit in it!'

`You're gonna have to in the car!  Wanna go back then?  Or are you gonna
sit in your big shit here...?

`Let's go back.  Go to yours, and I can sit in it and make a real big
mess!'

He pulled his pants up.  They were quite loose, but his semi still bulged
out the crotch and at the back you could see the load in his pants.  We
looked around us again warily as we emerged from the bushes but there was
no-one around and we picked our way quickly back to the path and up the
slope to the road, where the car was waiting for us.  It was still quiet,
but there was a group of lads a hundred yards away, heading slowly in our
direction.  He stood by impatiently as I grabbed a bag from the footwell
and spread it over the seat, and went to get in as soon as I stood back.

`Hold on.  Let me get in first.  I wanna see this!'

`Okay.'  He glanced over at the lads.  `But quick man, before they get too
near.

I hastened round to the driver's side, opened the door and jumped in, and
turned to watch as he lowered himself into the car.

`Hold on,' I said.  `Pull your pants down again as you sit down.'

`No, man, someone'll see!'

`Yes, but if you don't you're gonna have a stain there when you get out,
aren't you.'

`Oh shit, yeah.'

He braced himself against the seat back and fumbled his trackies down a
bit, and then lowered himself down onto the seat cushion.  His face froze
and he gasped, I heard a soft squishing sound over the crinkling of the
plastic bag, and when he reached out and pulled the door shut the smell
filled the car.

`Come on, man, go,' he said.  `Before they get here and see me wiv me pants
down!'

I swung the car round and we set off for the main road.  As we went over a
bump he gave a little gasp, and when I glanced down I could see his dick
was rock hard again.  He put his hand over it as we stopped at the
junction, and looked around self-consciously until there was a gap in the
traffic and I could pull out onto the main road.  Then as I accelerated
away he relaxed in his seat and grunted, and I saw it jerk.

`Uh!' he grunted.  `Oh, it's all under me balls, fuckin' rubbin' the back
of me balls. Feel like I'm gonna cum!'

`Mm!' I grinned back.  `You stink too!  Don't cum yet though.  Wait til we
get back.  Wanna see you cum all over yourself on the toilet, sitting in
your big smelly shit.'

He nodded stiffly, screwed up his face as we went over a couple of manhole
covers, then put his hands over his crotch again as we stopped at some
traffic lights.  For a moment he looked pensive, but then his lips twisted
into a slow smile.

`Mate ... I need a shit again.'

`What, again?!'

`Yeah.  It's like I thought it was gonna be.  Feels like it might be a lot
too!'

His fingers closed around his erect cock as we got going again, and for a
minute or two we buzzed along.  He grunted excitedly every time we went
over a bump, stroked his cock with his left hand and reached over to wank
me with his right as I drove, grunting about how big and warm the shit he
was sitting in was and how he couldn't wait to sit in it and get his arse
covered, and push out the turds still in his chute.  He left off wanking as
we slowed for another set of lights, and this time a bus pulled up next to
us.  He looked up at it, and his face twisted into that horny grin again.
Quickly he loosened his seatbelt and levered himself up a little way off
the seat.  He made his cute pushing face and I heard a squeak and a fart
and a long slimy crackle.  I couldn't resist touching my cock through my
jeans as another blast of his smell filled the car, hoping the steering
wheel covered it in case any of the few people on the bus should look.  His
eyes widened and his mouth dropped slightly open.

`Oh!  Oh fuck that was a lot!' he gasped.

Slowly he lowered himself back into his seat, still covering his dick with
his hand, and screwed up his face as he sat back down in his pile and
nearly came.  The lights changed to green then and we were off again, with
him edging and whimpering every time we went over a bump and the air in the
car thick with his stink.  Finally we turned into my street, and I spotted
thankfully that the space outside my flat was still free.  I got out first
when we pulled up, went round and stood behind him, and hid him from view
as he lifted himself up, pulled his trackies up over his ruined pants and
got out of the car.  Quickly we scuttled over to the front door, dived
inside and shot straight through to the bathroom, pulling our clothes off
as we went.  In the bathroom he pulled down his trackies and showed off the
big flattened bulge he'd made, all brown and sticky from the moisture that
had soaked through his pants.

`Mmm, Dec, that's huge!' I said admiringly.  `You stink!'

He liked being told how smelly he was.  He was breathing hard and edging,
with a sticky patch spreading from the head of his cock.

`Now, gonna sit in it?' I said softly.  `Go on, sit in it and get your arse
properly covered.'

Slowly he lowered himself down, groaning as his pants tightened and forced
his shit more firmly against his skin.  He paused as his bulge touched the
toilet seat and rocked gently back and forth, edging and he looked around
at me with his face more intense than I'd ever seen it.  Then he sat down
firmly.

`Oh!  Oh fuck!' he gasped.

His shit squashed across his bottom and nearly out of his waistband at the
top, and shot forward to envelop his balls.  For a moment he had to tense
up all over to stop himself cumming and he sat very still, grunting
excitedly.  Then he started to rock and slide about, squelching and
squishing his shit everywhere and edging.  He stood up to show me the
damage, then sat down and did it again, beckoned me to come closer and then
grabbed my hips and pulled my cock into his mouth.  He sucked greedily,
taking it right back in his throat and rolling his tongue around the shaft
and the end, grunting as he started to taste my cum.

`Cum in me mouth,' he mumbled.  `Fuckin' spaff in me mouth while I'm
sitting in me shit.'

I fucked his face harder, so that it made him gag.  He liked that, and as I
did it he wriggled about and wanked harder, and his grunts and whimpers
grew heavier and higher.  For a few moments we moved together frantically.
Then we came together, and he spurted all over himself as I shot into his
open mouth.




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