Date: Sun, 20 Jul 2014 11:33:23 +0100
From: namab mass <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: Straight Lad's Shit, Part 1 (Scat)

This is a story involving light to moderate scat play between two 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.


Straight Lad's Shit


Chapter 1

I long ago got disillusioned with the internet as a place to look for dirty
sex.  It's full of flakes and timewasters, guys who'll happily exchange
emails describing all their dirty fantasies, no doubt wanking as they do
it, but then disappear just when it looks as if they might be about to make
it happen for real.  There are guys like that everywhere, but nowhere more
than Craigslist.  Loads of guys must put up ads when they're horny and
fantasising, and then shit themselves when they actually get a response.
So I wasn't expecting much when I went on there one lazy afternoon a while
ago.  Even so, I still got a little surge of excitement when I saw one of
the ad titles.

watch me shit (20yo m4m)

Mmm, yes please!  Watching a horny lad shit has always been one of my best
fantasies.  I clicked on the ad.

Str8 student lad, always got off on taking a dump and want a guy to watch
me do it No touching cos I'm straight but I don't mind if u wank Im 20yo,
slim, cute ass.  Have housemates so can't accom but will travel.  Really
wanna do this so no timewasters.  Your pic gets mine

He'd never actually do it, of course, I thought.  At best we might exchange
filthy emails for a bit, and then he'd disappear like all the rest.  Still,
I'd nothing to lose by emailing him, had I?  So I did.

- Hi.  Just seen your ad on craigslist.  I'll watch you shit if you like.
what would you like to do – on the toilet?  I can accom – not too far
from you.

I attached my most flattering picture – I'm the wrong side of ten years
older than him but not bad looking – crossed my fingers and pressed
`send'.  I kept an eye on that email account for the next few days, but
just as I expected I didn't get a reply.  I'd all but given up when I
logged in one morning, and there it was: `Re: Craigslist ad.'

- Hey.  Yeah u can watch me.  want u to watch me on the toilet.  Thanx 4
the pic – heres mine

Oh wow!  He was really cute.  From one pic his nice, oval face smiled
pleasantly as he regarded the camera coolly through twinkly blue eyes.  The
other was of him in his football kit, his dark hair ruffled, showing off
his pert body in all the right places.  He was just the kind of lad who
features in all my dirtiest fantasies, for I've always found the thought of
a hot young guy shitting awesomely erotic.  In my mind's eye he was already
squatting over me, getting ready to let go.  I wondered what his shit was
like; how much he did and how smelly it was; how he wiped his bum
afterwards; whether he was shy about it or whether he didn't care when he
left his housemates to suffer his stink and skidmarks.  Oh yes, the thought
of him having a big, dirty shit was glorious!

More in hope than expectation I did a quick curiosity google on his email
address, and there he was.  Some people are so careless on the internet,
and he was one of them.  His Facebook profile was pretty well locked down,
but even so I found a few more photos of him, and I spent more than an hour
browsing his and his mates' Twitter feeds.  His name was Connor, and what
he'd said in his ad had been true: he really was a twenty-year-old student
in a town about an hour away.  He was a real lad.  He liked drinking and
football and gambling, and he tweeted about fighting in town pubs and how
the bird he'd fucked the night before had wanted him to do her up the arse.
Some of his mates came across as guys I really wouldn't want to mess with –
he'd been drinking the night before with a mate from his hometown who'd
just done a prison stretch for a serious assault – but he himself came
across as basically a nice lad.  Okay, so his Twitter photo showed him with
his fists up, about to punch the camera, but he was sweet and clean-cut,
and he was smiling and winking cheekily.  So far so good: he was who he
claimed to be, he was gorgeous and he didn't come across as weird or
terrifying.  But even if he really did fantasise about having a guy watch
him on the toilet, would he ever actually go through with it?  Time to find
out...

- Nice pic! :-) how come you like being watched taking a shit then?  want
to come and do it at mine sometime?

This time he didn't hang about replying.

- Hey.  Yeah deffo.  Dunno why but taking a shit's really fucking horny.  I
get hard when I do it in uni toilets and people can hear me and smell it. u
wanna see my shit before I wipe?

- Hi.  Yeah would love to, and smell it too.  What time do you normally go?

- Depends.  Normally I can control it but not if I have coffee in the
morning or a hangover lol!  I've got some pics of my shit in the toilet if
u wanna see?

- Yes please!

I got hard at once looking at them.  I don't know why I've always found a
hot lad's shit such a turn-on, but I do, and Connor's was beautiful.  He
did thick, well-formed logs, usually quite dark brown, and very big.  I
just wished he'd sent me some pics of them coming out!  Still, he might
yet...

- Lovely!  Bet it smells nice!

- yeah my shits pretty smelly lol.  This is my hangover shit this morning.
It fucking stunk and nearly blocked the toilet!

It was massive; a pan-full of smooth brown curls.  I had a wank that night,
anticipating what now looked as if it might really happen.  He really did
want to meet up, he said, and we'd worked out some times when we were both
free and he could come over.  Even tomorrow might be possible, he said, if
he could hold off taking a shit that morning and find a decent excuse to
get out of going drinking with his mates later.  He texted me just after
lunch the next day, and my stomach plummeted.

- Hi u free this afternoon?  I need a shit lol


*****


Only a couple of hours later I was sitting in the corner of a pub near my
place, nursing a pint and watching my phone.  He'd wanted to meet somewhere
public for the first time, and he'd texted only a few minutes earlier to
say he was just walking up from the station and should only be a few
minutes.  I still suspected he'd bottle it at the last minute and not show
up, or that if he did he wouldn't actually go through with it, but I'd soon
know.  I looked up apprehensively as the door opened.

He was even cuter in the flesh than his pictures, I realised as he stood at
the door scanning the place.  He was slighter than his photos suggested;
slim and wiry, and not very tall.  Then he saw me.  He sized me up coolly
for a second, and then came over.  For a moment I thought he would turn on
his heel, maybe stammer an apology, and leave hastily.  Instead he smiled
suddenly.

`Hi,' he said pleasantly, holding out his hand.  His grip was firm, but his
palm was slightly sweaty and he looked nervous.  `I'm Connor.  You ... you
okay for a drink?'

I studied him as he stood at the bar getting himself a beer, noting his
shapely legs and pert bubble bottom.  He was just the kind of twinky lad
I'd have dirty fantasies about, and the thought he might have come here to
turn one of them into reality was amazing.  I wondered if he needed a shit;
or whether he might come back over and say that he was sorry and he'd had
to go, but he wanted to meet me anyway.  He certainly looked a bit anxious
and uneasy as he came back over with his pint of lager, and he shot me a
wary glance under his eyebrows as he sat down.  He gulped it back as we
made small talk about his university, my job and so on, and it was all a
bit awkward as each of us waited for the other to start talking about why
he was here.  For some reason I noticed he was left-handed as he lifted his
pint to his lips and drained the last couple of inches in one go.  He went
to get himself another one, and I steeled myself to broach the subject.

`So,' I said quietly when he got back.  `You ... erm, you want me to watch
you shit, then.'

`Er, yeah.'  He took a deep breath and a gulp of his pint, then looked
straight at me.  `It's ... well, I guess it's a bit weird isn't it, but
then so's you wanting to watch me.'

`Heh, that's true.  But ... well, why do you want a guy to watch?  If you
don't mind my asking, that is.  I mean, you're straight, yeah?'

`Yeah.  No, I don't mind you asking.  I don't get it myself.  But nah, it's
like it's something I could only do with another guy.  I didn't even like
my ex-girlfriend going in the bathroom after I'd had a shit!  But I get
fucking hard doing it in the uni toilets, with other guys hearing it, like
an exhibitionism thing I guess.  And you?  How come you wanna watch me?
Like, don't you gay guys fuck up the arse?  Why'd you wanna see shit come
out of it?!'

`Oh that's different ... well, for me it is anyway.  Same as how guys piss
out of their cocks but I'm happy to suck them all the same.  Besides,' I
added slyly, remembering his Twitter feed that I wasn't meant to know
about, `I bet you've tried fucking a lass up the arse before now!'

`Yeah, I have,' he grinned.  `Still, you like guys' shit, yeah?  How come?'

`Same as you: I've got no idea.  It's just ... something that's always
turned me on, a guy having a shit.'

`What about it, though?  I mean, is it like seeing guys doing it, or the
shit itself, or what?'

`Guys doing it, mainly; the sight of them sitting on the toilet, the
noises, the smell ... the way they wipe; the ritual of it, if you like; the
way it's so private for most people.  I'm not really into shit itself.  Or
at least I am, but not unless I know it came from a hot guy.  Shit on its
own doesn't really turn me on...'

`Yeah, I see ... I think.  Fucking weird this, isn't it?  Being into it,
and sitting here talking about it.  I'd never tell anyone any of this
stuff, but...'

Suddenly his expression stiffened.  He shuffled in his seat and winced a
bit.  My heartbeat quickened a bit as I realised suddenly what that might
mean.  I began to believe for the first time that he really might actually
need a shit, and he might let me watch him, and thus make my fantasy –
and his – come true.  The thought of this hot straight lad with full
bowels, squirming a bit in his discomfort as he held in his shit, was just
so sexy; the prospect of actually watching him relieve himself was just
awesome!  I couldn't wait to find out what his shit looked and sounded and
smelled like.  He turned back to me with the air of a man who'd made a
decision and my heart pounded fit to bust.

`I need a shit,' he said flatly.  `You wanna watch then?'

`Yes!'  I said, amazed.  `Er ... how are we gonna do it, then?  You on the
toilet and me...'

`Just sit and watch, like you're spying on me.  So hot, that.  I got off
doing it in a public bog once when some queer was spying on me, having a
real nasty hangover shit right in front of him.'

`Fucking hell, lucky guy.'

`Yeah, he was.  Any of my mates would've thumped him, but I pretended I
didn't notice and had a wank right there.  Anyhow, you liked those pictures
I sent you, didn't you?  You wanna see my shit in the toilet when I'm
done?'

`Oh yeah, and smell it,' I said, getting more excited by the minute.

`Heh, yeah, you did say you thought it'd smell nice... I'm gonna give you a
bit of a sneak preview!'

He leaned sideways in his chair and farted softly, looking at me intently
and sniffing.  Then I smelled it too, all ripe and rich, and quite nasty.

`Oh fuck me, that does smell good!'

He grinned, took another swig of his pint, swallowed and turned to me.

`I can't believe I'm sayin' this, but I need a shit big time.  Can we
... can we go back to yours now?  If you're sure you really wanna see this,
like.'

`Of course I do!  I can't wait!  Come on, it's only a few minutes' walk to
my place.'


*****


Back at my flat I took up position in the bathroom, about three feet to the
right of the toilet, sitting on the edge of the bath.  I could hear him
outside in the hallway, pacing up and down and breathing hard, and for a
moment I wondered if he might still change his mind at the last minute.
Then the door opened hesitantly, and in he came.  His face was completely
impassive, but even so it was as if he was saying, `I can believe this is
happening!'  Or maybe that was just me, because I certainly couldn't.  My
mind was racing, trying to take in the fact that he was about to take a
shit right in front of me.

 He didn't make eye contact as he walked over the toilet, turned around and
began unbuckling his belt.  His jeans dropped down round his ankles, and
then he pulled down his boxer shorts to follow them.  His bottom was
gorgeous; pert and pale and peachy, and I caught a glimpse of his thick
cock swinging too as he sat down.  He leaned forwards, elbows resting on
his knees.  For a few seconds there was no sound.  Then he breathed out,
and I knew it was starting; it was like a sigh of relief, as his
much-needed shit started to slide down the chute.  From below him there
came a little soft noise; a rustle; a clicking sound that paused and then
came again, lengthening into the slimy hiss as his log slid slowly out.

`Plop-plop! ... Plomp ... Plop!'

`Uh,' he grunted.

The smell rolled over to me.  It was wonderful; thick and rank and sultry.
I couldn't resist wanking through my pants as I sniffed at it, drinking in
the rich aroma of his shit.  He was pissing now, splashing and tinkling on
the side of the bowl, and as he did so I could see his bum moving as he
strained slightly. Then as the stream tailed off he grunted softly.

`Splash ... plop.'

He seemed to sit there for ages, very still, but every so often he'd purse
his lips and stiffen a little, then blow out his cheeks contentedly as he
pushed another lump on its way.  I sat silent, listening to the click and
rustle from his hole and the wet splashes as his turds hit the water.  This
was so much better than I expected.  I'd always thought I'd feel somehow
detached from the experience when it finally happened, but I didn't: the
sight and sound and smell of Connor taking a dump assailed my senses,
intense and filthy and massively sexy.  He looked so hot sitting there with
his pants around his ankles, showing off the gorgeous curves of his legs
and backside.  And it smelled so good!  After a while his unhurried series
plops tailed off.  He'd finished.  He strained one last time, sighed, and
reached for the toilet paper.  I knew we'd agreed not to acknowledge each
other while he did it, but I couldn't resist,

`Hang on, can I see it?  I wanna see it!'

He looked around sharply and I thought he was going to refuse, but his face
was red and intense, and he smiled sexily.

`Sure?  Er ... yeah, go on.'

He stood up with his bottom sticking out and shuffled a pace forward.  For
the first time I saw that he was rock hard.  His pert bum loomed larger as
I stepped towards him and bent to look into the bowl.  He might have been a
pretty slight bloke but his shit was massive; a pile of curled dark logs
heaped up above the water at the back; a proper manly lad's dump.  The
odour rose from it like smoke, deliciously dirty and foully erotic.

`Like it?' he hissed.  `You like my shit?'

`Oh fucking hell yeah!  God it smells so good!  And there's so much
... awesome!  Go on, wipe your arse now.  Sit back down and show me how you
do it.'

He hesitated for a moment, wide-eyed, and then sat back down quickly and
reached for the toilet roll again.  He folded up a few squares, then
shuffled forward a little and lifted his left cheek.  I'd never seen a
left-handed guy wipe, and he looked so cute performing that most
undignified act.  He did it very thoroughly, digging his fingers well in to
clean away the shit round his hole and bringing every piece round to
inspect the big brown smear across it.  When he'd nearly got himself clean
he lifted his bum slightly off the seat and finished off with a few more
vigorous wipes, his semi bouncing cutely as he did it.  Then he stood up
convulsively, grabbed at his cock and turned to me.  He began to wank, and
seeing he didn't mind I began to do the same, getting nearer and nearer to
cumming as he began to moan and buck his lips.  Suddenly he leaned forward,
holding his cock over the bowl.

`Oh my God!'

I'd never seen a lad cum so hard.  Great gouts of it spattered all over the
toilet and dripped to the floor as his cock jerked and squirted and he
yelped aloud and squealed, and then sighed contentedly.


*****


A few hours later I got a text from him.

- Hey.  Thanks 4 awesome afternoon. Wanna do it again soon!  C x

So did I.  Watching him shit had been horny beyond my wildest dreams.  I
just wondered what else I might be able to get him to do!


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