Date: Sun, 3 Aug 2014 23:31:18 +0100 From: namab mass Subject: straight lad's shit part 3 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 3 Watching Connor shit in the woods was a turning point of sorts, or maybe having a wank so close together afterwards was. Before he'd been a bit diffident about the gay side of it all; always looking away from me while he wanked as if he didn't want to admit to himself he was getting his rocks off with another guy. For my part, I'd been more than happy to watch him on the shitter, but I'd never have tried to push him to do any more for fear of scaring him away. Yet I wanted to, and my fantasies about him grew wilder. I came to envy the toilet at his home that received his shit most days. I wanted to do that for him; lie under him and have him curl out his load into my hands or on my cock; or best of all straight in my face. I even began to daydream about being his toilet in the truest sense, and eating his shit. It was a line I'd never thought I could cross, but I began to realise that Connor could make me do it if he wanted. If he were in one of his horny, dominant moods and wanted me to lie under him, open my mouth and eat his shit straight from his gorgeous straight-lad's arse, I'd try. With him anything might happen! I realised he was starting to get more comfortable with the whole thing the very next time I saw him. He stripped naked at once, his semi bouncing cutely. For the first time I saw his upper body, slim and shapely and wiry, with just the hint of a six pack. He really was gorgeous. `I really need to shit,' he breathed. `Come here. I wanna do it right in front of you, really make you smell it.' He squatted over some toilet paper, inches in front of my face, leaned forward and supported himself on his hands as he emptied his arse. I studied his bumhole intently; the way it puckered and wrinkled and rippled around the cracked log that slid through it with a little slimy clicking noise. He grunted in satisfaction as it left him. It hung from him, shaped like a baseball bat, and dropped. His ringpiece, now sticky and brown, closed behind it. He paused for a space, grunting contently. Then his hole twitched again, and began to pucker out wide. Sighing, he curled out a fat, lumpy log that broke off again and again. One after another his fat turds dropped and piled up into a big lumpy mound underneath him; another healthy lad's dump. `Ooh, fuck me that stinks,' he breathed. And it did. It was foul; fragrant; dizzyingly erotic. I began to wank over it as soon as he'd finished, sniffing deeply at the aroma. This time he didn't even wipe before he turned round and wanked off over it. The next time he let me get closer still. He got down on all fours with his bottom sticking out: I knelt behind him with my face just inches away, and I watched and sniffed eagerly at the glistening, smooth brown snake coiling fatly from his bum. When he'd finished I held my face close over his coiled pile as I wanked, feeling its hotness and admiring its size, and sniffing deeply at the filthily erotic smell. He watched me coolly as he wiped. Seeing me getting off on his shit like that drove him wild and he advanced on me, fondling his stiff cock. He knelt over me and wanked himself off until he came all over my face, and the big pile of lad-shit I was still admiring. He was still horny when he left to get his train back, and it must have stayed on his mind for he texted me only the next day, a picture of him sitting naked on the toilet at home and a message saying he wished I was there to watch him. Then he sent me a picture afterwards, standing over the toilet, holding the camera high in his right hand as he wanked himself off over the bowl-full of his turds. He texted me later, just as I was about to wank over them: - Im so fuckin horny. Keep thinking bout shitting with u. do u wanna wipe my ass 4 me next time? Of course I did. That night I went to bed fantasising about doing it; wiping clean his satisfied hole after he'd dropped his load. Maybe it was significant that he actually wanted to touch him too; he'd never given any sign of wanting that before and I hadn't wanted to freak him out by suggesting it. I wondered where it might lead, and drifted off to sleep dreaming sweetly of sucking his meaty cock before he turned around, squatted over me and gave me his shit. ***** Two days later he was in my bathroom again, naked and horny. He'd been out for beer and a curry the night before and he was desperate. His eyes met mine as I put the toilet roll on the floor next to me and knelt down, and he smiled sexily. He knelt down in front of me and stuck his bottom out, inches from my nose. He farted loudly as his hole puckered open. Then he let go. His shit came in waves, fat greasy curls that oozed thickly from him and thudded onto the floor as he sighed in relief and his piss squirted from his dick. After each he knelt there grunting, his dirty little hole clicking and squelching as he pushed it in and out. The stink hit me like a blow in the face; nastier and more bitter than his usual aroma, and incredibly dirty. He farted again, arched his back and let go a stream of gassy shit that tailed off in yet another wet fart. A last little brown worm curled smoothly out and fell onto the great pile below him. `You done?' `Nearly. Fuck, my ass stings a bit.' He strained hard, and pushed out one more sliver. `That's it, I'm done. Now, you gonna wipe me? Not had anyone do that since I was a little kid.' I couldn't believe what I was doing as I folded a bit of bog roll and began gently to wipe his bum. His hole pulsed beneath my fingers. There was a great dark stain along the paper when I drew it away. I folded another bit and started to rub him gently. `Oh that feels good!' he gasped. His hole rippled and puckered beneath my fingers as I rubbed at it. It took me a lot of bog roll to get him clean, and he sighed and whimpered softly as I did it, kneeling over his deposits. As soon as I'd finished I knelt down low and started to admire it, congealing and cooling in front of me, assaulting me with its stink. Then I felt something unexpected; his hand on the back of my head, pushing my face closer to his turds. `You like my shit, don't you?' he hissed. `Yeah, you really fucking like it you pervert. Tell me you do.' `Yes Connor, I do. I fucking love your shit. I ... I wanna be your toilet!' `Good, cos I wanna shit on you. That's me best fantasy that. I get off at home thinking about taking a shit on a guy; on you. Next time I'm gonna squat over you and have a big smelly shit and you can lie there and take it. You wanna do that?' I nodded, overawed at the prospect of it. He let go of the back of my head, and waved his cock in my face. `Suck my dick, gay boy. Come on, let's see if you can suck as well as a bird. Mmm, yeah, like that ... ooh that's good...' His cock was meaty, pulsating in my mouth as I sucked on it. I began to taste his pre-cum, all hot and acrid around my tongue. He began to moan and fuck my face harder, making me gag. Then suddenly he pulled out and spurted his cum all over my face. Enjoyed this? Feedback and ideas are very welcome: namabmas@gmail.com Please consider donating to Nifty so we can continue to enjoy this excellent resource.