Date: Sun, 17 Aug 2014 16:39:42 +0100 From: namab mass Subject: Straight Lad's Hit, Chapter 6 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 6 After that he made me his toilet again and again. It was another line crossed for him, and he loved it. He came round only a few days later, faced my feet and knelt over me doggy-style, leaving me looking up his bum. He grunted in satisfaction as he unloaded three hefty logs, paused, and then farted out a pile of mushier shit. It was a real stinker, and I gagged when he got me to lift my head and sniff the pile close up. He had an hour or so to kill until his train later so we went for a drink in the pub after we'd cleaned up, and talked in low voices about what we'd done. Time ran away with us a bit and we were still there after a few pints, when he admitted he'd been scared by how much it had turned him all on at first. He still was, he said: maybe that was what made it so exciting, but he always felt guilty for a bit afterwards. He felt as if he was addicted, he confessed, and at some point he'd have to try and give it up. I didn't like the sound of that, but then he laughed and that it must be good for him, since it made him eat healthily so he produced good loads. Anyway, he was enjoying it far too much to stop, and whenever he could get away he got the train over to my place. `I need a shit,' he'd text me, with a wink. A few hours later I'd be lying in the bath with him taking down his pants and sitting over me just as if he were about to use a normal WC and not one that moaned and wanked and thanked him for his shit. One time he had slight diarrhoea, and he ripped down his pants, let fly and covered me in gooey wet shit; usually he was able to take his time over it, talking dirty and wanking unhurriedly as his logs dropped slowly onto my chest and the thick smell rolled over me. He got off on the filthiness of it, and the sense of domination over me as he called me a dirty cunt and a pervert and I lay there begging him for more. Usually I wiped his bum for him too, and then it was his turn to moan with pleasure, and build up to the moment when he could turn around and tug himself beyond the point of no return, until his thick spunk spattered all over his used toilet. Once when we went to the pub together after a session we got horny again talking about what we'd done, and what we might do the next time, and we ended up going back to mine again, where I lay in the bath, in the room that still smelled faintly of his shit, as he stood over me with his cock in his hand, wanking off in the hot stream of his beer-piss. He directed it up across my chest and up onto my face. `Open your mouth. I wanna piss in your mouth ... yeah, that's it. Go on, swallow it, drink my piss. Yeah ... oh that's better. Now, come and suck me off...' The time after that he did it on my cock. The defilement was total and I was almost on the point of no return even as he sat on the edge of the bath and readied himself to let go. His turds were thick and smooth and sinuous that day; fat, greasy curls that smelled so dirty. They came in one long rush, and the sensation of them piling up in my crotch had me crying out loud and cumming into the hot slimy mess at once. I sucked him off greedily before we cleaned up. ***** One day when I hadn't seen him for a couple of weeks I had to go into town, and when he texted I agreed to meet him at the station that afternoon to walk the couple of miles back to mine. He'd been out for a massive meal the night before, he said, and now he was sitting on the train, clenched and full as he tried not to fart in the busy carriage. I fizzed with excitement at the thought of him on his way, sitting on that train with the anticipation and the need to shit building up together. Then he texted again. - im so fuckin horny want 2 take my shit in ur face? I had to cross my legs at the very thought of Connor squatting across me, shitting on my face, and I tried hard to think of something else. He arrived ten minutes later, looking delightfully straight and normal as he strolled along the platform, and yet I knew what he'd come for and what was about to happen! He saw me and came over, nonchalantly removing his earphones. `Hey!' He held out his hand, smiling. `How you doing? You not been waiting here long, have you?' `Nah, only a few minutes. You're ... phew, was that you?!' `Yeah,' he chuckled. `Got sick farts today: been holding that in all fucking journey.' `I'm not surprised! You ... you need to go now?' `Kind of, but I ain't desperate. But let's go back to yours.' He dropped his voice as we set off through the busy station. `I can't stop thinking about this; doing it on your face, like, and having you lie there and wank with your face all covered in my shit. I ate so fucking much last night, this is gonna be massive ... oh slow down a bit man, I've got a semi.' So did I. He stopped and farted a few times as we walked back to mine. It was a still day and they hung in the air, and he grinned slyly as I sniffed eagerly at them. It struck me that, walking close and smiling and looking intently at each other like this, we probably looked like a couple on our way home for a shag. A woman who walked past two streets away from mine as he winked, grunted and let go a silent one must have thought so. Little did she know! `Oh I'm startin' to need a shit man,' he breathed. `I gotta go to the toilet. And you're gonna be my fucking toilet aren't you, you dirty cunt; gonna take my shit right in the face!' `Oh fucking hell Connor, stop it! I've got such a hard-on!' We tumbled in through the front door. Even as I was locking it behind us he got his cock out and bid me kneel down, kiss and lick it, and then placed his hand on top of my head and fucked my face until I gagged. He pulled out, turned away abruptly, bent and pulled his cheeks apart, and I leaned in until my nose was between his cheeks to take the fart I knew was coming. The hot gas puffed lightly in my face. He was pretty smelly today, all earthy and bitter and a bit nasty. He straightened up again and regarded me coolly, still sniffing his gas. `Strip,' he said softly. `And get ready: I gotta go to the toilet big time!' In the bathroom I put my glasses on to keep it out of my eyes and lay naked on the floor, panting and wanking as he found a comfy position. He straddled me and knelt facing my feet, lowered his luscious arse onto my face and farted yet again, and relaxed a little to let a little turtle's head peep out. It was his usual dull, dark brown, glistening greasily on its surface. He clenched up again and it receded, leaving behind only that intoxicating smell behind it. He got up again and squatted, leaving me looking right up his arse; his pink wrinkled hole hovering over my nose, peeping out amid the dark hairs of his wide-spread crack. He lifted himself up a little, leg muscles standing out in tension, and pinched his hole in tighter and grunted. The moment seemed to last forever; him squatting over me stroking his dick as I lay there, whimpering in anticipation. Then he breathed out, and I knew it was starting. I clamped my mouth tight shut. `Ooh ... oh ... oh here it comes!' His shit was moving inside him, sliding inexorably down his chute as he grunted in relief. His hole began to pucker out, agonisingly slowly. Then his first turd was pushing its way out, a solid lumpy column; a thick finger pointing straight at my waiting face, and all I could do was lie there as it came closer and closer. Its knobbly end touched down on my nose and slid down over my nostrils. It felt amazing, all hot and firm and slimy, and the smell roared up my nose and exploded in my brain like a hit of poppers. I was in heaven: gorgeous Connor was shitting on my face, and the sensation was exquisite! The brown pillar started to break, curling round and cracking as he did more. Then it snapped off and fell across my nose and cheek, as violent as a blow from his fist. The broken end sticking from his began to move again, and before I could take it in he was curling another fat one out across me, overwhelming me with weight and hotness and stink, and then the final thump as it dropped. His dirty hole pinched shut behind it. Afterwards he looked down between his legs at what he'd done and grinned in faintly sadistic satisfaction. `Nice? Want more?' I couldn't nod for fear of disturbing the pile. My mouth was covered in it and half my nose, and what little air I could breathe brought with it that wonderful stink. I held up a thumb and whimpered for more, and he looked up again, pushed and farted softly. I tensed up and wanked as his hole opened again. This time it came quickly; a smooth sausage that curled round atop the others before it fell. Suddenly my nose was blocked, I couldn't breathe and frantically I jerked my head to the side to try and get rid of it, just in time to receive another heavy thud right on the cheek. Moaning, but clear, I looked back, up his filthy, clenched arse. `Fucking take my shit,' he hissed. `Stay still and take it. You're my toilet; fucking stay there and let me take a dump. I gotta finish ... ooh ... oh I' The last load came in a great brown surge from deep inside him; grunts and fat slimy clods that rolled down my cheeks and left me fighting for breath again, and a big wet fart as it tailed off. Then it was over suddenly and he looked down again, his eyes wide as if he couldn't quite believe what he'd done. His hole pulsed in and out, the shit crusted round it clicking and crackling. He stood up unsteadily and turned round. Then he knelt over me as I lay, staring up into his face in horrified gratitude at what he'd just done to me. His mouth dropped open as he saw it, and he breathed harder and harder as he wanked. Then suddenly we both came, and I arched my back in ecstasy as I blasted cum all over his bare bottom and thighs, and he spunked massively all over my shitty toilet 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.