Date: Sat, 03 Jan 2004 16:06:57 -0700
From: bg <bg10@shaw.ca>
Subject: Stall Stroke-Off (gay scat)

Here is my first shit turn-on experience.  A true story.


I had made my way to the department store mens room in the mall where I
always take the center stall so I can be guaranteed some action of some
sort on either side. The tiles behind the toilet were very highly polished
so it was almost like looking into a mirror. You could get a good look at
the body type and size as the guy came in and closed the door, and you
could watch him drop his pants as he sat down.

Best part of all was you got to see his bare ass crack on the pot from
behind while he is seated.

It was summer, and a hot dark haired guy came and sat on the pot next to
me. He was wearing short pants and a tank top. As he dropped his shorts and
prepared to be seated he let out a huge fart. It almost shook the walls of
the stall divider, it was so massive. I didn't think he would be into any
stroke action as it clearly sounded like he was here to take a shit.

He sat down and spread his legs wide and I expected to hear the appropriate
sounds of a big, healthy dump.  Instead there was nothing. I turned
slightly to see what was going on in the reflection of the tiles behind me.
He seemed to be sitting back slightly, and by the movement of the shadows
on the floor it looked like he was stroking! A pattern of foot tapping was
established between the two of us and he even reached under to stoke my
leg. I told him to kneel down and I would stroke him. He had very hairy
legs and I was hopeful for as hairy a crotch. Dark body hair is so sexy! He
stood up and crouched down, sliding his legs under the divider until his
hard cock was under as well. What a beautiful piece of equipment this guy
had! About 6-1/2 to 7 inches long, uncut and nice and thick. He had
massive, hairy balls that were hanging nice and loose in their sac, and a
big, full man bush of dark curly hair surrounding his cock and balls.

I just looked at it in awe for a moment, to fully enjoy the sight. He had a
mild, sweaty cock smell to him as well, not gross or overpowering, just a
strong smell of man scent that smelled like he had been having a good, long
stroking session and was producing lots of pre cum to lube himself up with
and just putting it all away before cumming. My cock was starting to have
the same scent!

He had taken his short pants off before kneeling down to allow him the
ability to spread his legs as far apart as he needed without any hinderance
of clothing. I proceeded to lean forward and start stroking this beautiful
cock. Gently pulling his large foreskin back to expose his cock head and
full, long piss slit. Holding the entire length of his tool in my hand and
squeezing lightly while masturbating him slowly up and down was causing him
to moan very deeply and lightly at the same time. With my other hand, I
reached under and started to work my way through his hairy trench towards
his asshole. His butt cheeks were slightly sweaty to the touch and I
couldn't wait to rub my finger all over his hole while stroking him to a
climax. I found my way through the dense hair to his soft pucker and
started to work my way around.

He had started to increase his moans to a very urgent level and the more I
stroked his bung hole the more he growled with delight. While I was holding
his dick and pressing lightly against his hole I felt a sudden burst of
wind come forth. He had farted on my hand while I was caressing his hole! I
wasn't bothered by it because he was obviously so turned on and excited
that he probably didn't notice. The fart had a mild, soft shitty smell, not
gross, just manly. He then stopped moaning and said in a soft whisper to me
that he had to take a shit. He asked me if I minded. I told him no, go
ahead. I expected him to pull back and reseat himself on the stool, but
instead, he just crouched further down and reached under his ass with his
hands to spread his hot cheeks apart.  His manly anus put forth another
massive fart and then I could almost feel his hole start to spread as he
proceeded to take a dump right there, on his knees with his hard cock
bouncing right in front of me and dripping lots of pre cum. I could hear
the log start to make its way out of his hairy man crack and I could hear
the hair bristling and sliding along the length of his turd.

He made such loud, gutteral moaning sounds. Such sounds of complete
satisfaction that only the taking of a good, massive shit can produce.

He produced a massive log of about eight inches long and it just snaked its
way along the floor of the stall as he continued to push it out. This was
the hottest thing I had ever seen! With one final grunt he squeezed it off
and it dropped to the floor with a soft, squishy thud. There it was,
between his legs and running along under his cock and balls, a massive man
turd laying there in its full glory.

I was stunned. He said, "wow, that was a big one, sorry bud, I really had
to go!"

I told him I agreed that it was a big one and while we started talking, he
readjusted himself and started to stroke his cock over his turd. I reached
in under his balls, which were hanging just about an inch above the turd
and bouncing around in their hot man sac, to rub his hot hole. As my finger
made contact with his hole he let out another hot grunt and blew his load
all over the turd on the floor. Thick streamy ropes of cum flew all over
it. I continued to finger his steamy pooch and pulled out of it as his dick
started to soften. He sat back on the seat and put his shorts on, called
out thanks for the hot encounter and left. There I was, my hard on bouncing
around, a big long turd laying on the floor between the stalls and it was
covered in cum! I knew I had better get out of there fast before someone
came in and called security.

I brought my finger to my nose and sniffed the strong scent of warm man ass
while I jerked myself off. Just before coming, I lifted my ass off the
throne and pointed my cock at the dump on the floor. I blew my scum all
over it as well. I quickly pulled my pants up and headed for a sink to wash
up. I made my way through the store with a very wicked grin on my face and
a hard on in my pants.


True story, men, and this is where my fascination for men on the toilet and
their actions that accompany it began...