Date: Thu, 30 Jul 2020 21:51:49 +0100
From: namab mass <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: Toilet Fetish Twink Part 5

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Toilet Fetish Twink


Chapter Five


I'd never been so turned on in my life.  My dick was so hard it actually
hurt, bobbing up and down with my heartbeat and dribbling pre-cum onto the
floor even though I wasn't even touching it.  I'd cum straight away if I
did.  I was naked, kneeling on the living room floor with Nick standing
over me.  I whimpered and edged again as he turned away from me, lowered
his pants and thrust his arse in my face for the fourth time that day.  He
waited as I leaned in until my face was between his cheeks with my nose
nearly touching his arsehole, and then he farted.

He'd been out for dinner again the night before, he'd told me earlier, with
his eyes dancing and his crotch bulging.  He'd gone to a Mexican restaurant
in town with some friends and had a massive meal.  He'd drunk quite a lot
too, and that morning he'd had to lie down on his bed and clench up until
the need to take a big hangover shit had subsided.  Yet it hadn't gone away
completely and his bowels had felt full all day, and all the beans and
spicy food had made him gassy too.  His farts were dense and ripe and madly
erotic.  Nose between his cheeks, I moaned and edged as he gassed me.  He
let out a log, low rasp, and then a wetter fart whose smell almost made me
gag.  I'd never felt so intensely submissive in my life, and I was craving
what was going to happen next.  I wanted it more than I'd ever wanted
anything, ever.  He straightened up again, pulling his arse away from me.

'I need to go to the toilet soon,' he said.  'You got everything ready?'

'Yeah, just like we agreed.'

'Good.  Now, wanna suck my dick?'

I nodded eagerly and he pulled his T-shirt off, and then dropped his pants
completely and stepped out of them, so that he was naked in front of me.
He turned around and waved his hard-on in my face, stepped forward and let
me close my mouth around it.  As he fucked my face he began to talk softly,
pure filth about how he needed a big dirty shit.  He had a huge, smelly
load up his arse, and he wanted to use his special toilet who'd moan and
wank underneath him and wipe his arse for him when he was done.  He thrust
his cock right into my throat and I could feel him straining.  Another
little fart escaped him, and then a sharp intake of breath as he clenched
up.

'Uh!' he grunted.  'Really need to shit now.  Come on.'

He pulled back out of my mouth leaving the taste of his cum behind, his
cock shining with spit, and I got up and followed him through to the
bathroom.  My heart was racing and my palms were sweaty, and my head was
spinning as I tried to take in what he was about to do to me.  In the
bathroom I'd laid a plastic sheet on the floor, and next to it a toilet
roll.  He turned around, fondling his beautiful cock, and motioned me to
lie down.  The sense of submission returned as I did so, spread-eagled on
my back, looking up at him in awe.  He seemed more stunningly handsome than
ever.  The tension reached a climax as he stepped forward and stood over me
so that I was looking right up at the beautiful curves of his back and his
bottom.  Then he squatted down.  I put up my hands, elbows on the floor to
brace myself, and he lowered himself down onto them until he was sitting
with his arse about a foot above my chest.  I stared wide-eyed into his
crack and at his wrinkled, pink little hole.  Looking down I could see my
dick, rock hard and throbbing, with pre-cum oozing from its end.

'Are you ready?'

'Er ... yes.  Oh fuck yes, give me your shit Nick!'

'Yeah,' he breathed.  'I'm gonna do it ... uh ... ooh, here it comes!'

His arse relaxed, and his hole puckered towards me and flared out a little.
As his pink ring opened I saw the brown mass behind it, and then the slimy
hiss and crackle started up as it slid down towards the exit.  He grunted
excitedly.  Then his hole opened wider, and the rounded, lumpy end of his
turd emerged.  It paused for a second or two, and then as he gave another
grunt it came on again, and the rounded end grew into a cracked tube
extending slowly out of him.  It was thick by his standards, all solid and
slightly lumpy, pretty much his usual colour but with lots of dark flecks
and the odd little light lump buried in it.  I lay and watched in
amazement, and moaned as the smell blasted up my nose, stronger and denser
and nastier than I'd ever known him.  I was edging like mad.  His turd was
still sliding out, four or five hefty inches jutting from his hole that
rippled and stretched around its lumps and cracks, and then it began to
curl downwards and pull apart.  I actually cried out as it broke off and
dropped.  The blow as it landed right between my nipples was like a punch,
and then it toppled over and lay over my right nipple, all hot and heavy.
He gave another little strain, and the end of it curled upward, twisted to
the right, and then dropped down and fell heavily next to the first.  His
pink hole, now brown in its centre, closed up behind it.

'Oh...' I moaned.  'Fucking hell...'

'Okay?'

'Yes!  Oh God it's fucking amazing.  You've no idea how mad this is.  I'm
your fucking toilet!'

'Yeah!  Fucking giving you my shit!  Ooh ... uh ... oh another one's
coming!'

I whimpered and edged.  Above me his hole began to pucker out again, and
another log began to push its way out.  It was smoother, slightly softer
than the first.  It curled fatly from his hole, hanging slightly to the
left, and three or four thick inches pulled away and dropped stickily onto
my chest.  The broken end of it grew into another fat brown curl, and then
when that dropped onto the growing pile he followed it with another one
that tapered off and slid cleanly out of him, leaving a little smear on the
inside of his right cheek.  The smell hung around us like thick fog.  I was
completely lost in what was happening now, utterly degraded and worshipping
this exquisite young guy who was giving me his shit.  It was a privilege to
be his toilet like this, and I loved him for it.  His turds were obscenely
beautiful, the pile of broken-ended curls between my nipples covering one
end of the first cracked log he'd done, and as his hole twitched and
puckered out with a wet, threatening little fart I knew there was more to
come.  Edging uncontrollably, I lay and waited.

Now his shit was smooth and sinuous, and it oozed from his arse with a
filthy crackling sound and little gassy farts.  Lump after lump landed, and
the pile on me grew heavier and hotter and stickier.  Above me he was
grunting excitedly and sniffing at his own smell.  The brown reeking flow
went on for ages, until finally it ended in a couple of little sputtering
farts.  He flared his sticky brown hole out, and one last little curl fell
away from it.

'That's it.  I've finished.'

He rocked forward a little, freeing my hands up to wipe his arse for him.
I was shaking so hard I could barely do it, and I almost smeared shit
across his cheek as I lifted the first wad of paper away with a great brown
smear across it.  He began to talk dirty again, telling me how much he'd
enjoyed using his toilet, and how good his huge shit had felt as he'd done
it.  Then when he was nearly clean and I was rubbing more vigorously at his
hole he reached out and took my cock in his hand.

'Ooh!'  I yelped.  'Oh!  Oh don't ... you'll make me cum!'

'Yeah!  Go on, spunk all over yourself.  Wanna see you spurt all over my
shit!'

'I ... oh!  Oh fuck!'

I'd never cum so hard in my life.  I actually shot right over myself so
that it spattered on the floor above my head and all over my face, and then
all over my body and his shit.  Blissed out, I lay there as he turned
round, tugged a few times at his own dick and shot all over me.


* * * * *


One afternoon the following week we were back at the copse again.  I was
kneeling on the ground wanking: he was sitting on the fallen tree with his
pants around his knees.  His bumhole was wide open, and from it hung a
long, lumpy turd, with its knobbly end curled forward towards the tree and
a big crack opening up just above it.  Slowly it pulled apart, and then the
hefty round lump dropped to the ground with a sturdy thud.  He turned and
grinned at the as the log still hanging from him came out a bit further, so
that he had five or six inches hanging down.

'Ooh this feels nice.  Really needed this shit.  Can you smell it?'

I shook my head.  His firm shit didn't smell much=, and in any case the
breeze was blowing his aroma in the other direction so I was only getting
the faintest of whiffs, but the sight of him doing it was horny beyond
belief.  I dribbled spunk onto the ground as he pushed gently again, and
his turd slid cleanly out of him.  It bent nearly at right angles as it
thumped onto the ground.

'Mm, that's a solid one.  What have you been eating?!'

'Oh, been eating stodge again.  Had toad in the hole last night.  Feels
real nice doing it when it's solid like this.'

'Yeah you sound like it.  I wish you were shitting on me again!'

'I bet you do.  I've never seen you so hard ... ooh, another one's coming!'

His hole flared out and he pushed out another long brown tube, thinner this
time.  It grew to four or five inches, snapped off, and then the end curled
from him and dropped onto it.  As we talked he strained a little, and his
hole flared in and out, with just a little brownness in the middle of his
pink ring.

'Uh,' he grunted.  'Love to shit on you outside.  Somewhere like this.'

'Ooh!  Yes!  God, just think how naughty that would feel!  We can't,
though.  I can't very well walk back to the car or go home covered in your
shit.'

'No, but you don't need to be naked, do you.  If you lay under a bag or
something, or wear gloves for me to do it into your hands.'

'Ooh!  Ooh, yes I hadn't thought of that.  Can we?!  Oh ... are you doing
another one?'

'Yeah.  Gonna finish now.'

He finished his dump in a long series of long, thin turds that curled
easily from him and piled up on his logs.  The smell thickened, and his
bottom was a bit dirtier by the time he was done.  The sight of him sitting
there finishing his big shit drove me wild, and I had to leave off wanking
so I didn't cum before he was done.  Instead we wanked off together after
I'd wiped him, and shot all over his pile.


* * * * *


One day the following week we headed out of town again.  I glanced over at
him as he drove.  He looked ever so slightly tense; that look he sometimes
had when he really needed the toilet.  I ran my eyes down across the
dashboard, to where a box of disposable plastic gloves stuck out of the
door pocket, and then back to him again.  He caught my eye and grinned, and
winced a little.

'Need a shit...?'

'Yeah, big time.  Been eating more fruit and veg, like I said earlier, and
it ... it makes it come on quicker, if you know what I mean.'

'Yeah, I do.  Makes it softer too, doesn't it.'

'Erm ... no, I'm not really finding that.  Maybe a bit, but it's still
pretty solid.  It's a bit smellier perhaps, and bigger too.'

'Really?!  But you do massive shits anyway!'

'Yeah I know, but they've been even bigger the last few days.  I actually
blocked the toilet yesterday morning!  I did this massive turd and then
another load on top of it, and the toilet wouldn't flush when I'd wiped.
I'm finding I need to wipe a bit more but it wasn't the paper that blocked
it; just the size of my shit!'

'Cor!  Gonna do another one like that, do you reckon?'

'Probably.  That was first thing yesterday and I've not been since, and I
ate so much.  Like, I had a proper full meal at lunch and then went out for
dinner, and I had a big breakfast this morning too.'

His face stiffened and he leaned slightly to the side, and then I smelled
his fart.  It was slightly stronger than usual, and just a touch nastier.
My dick stirred a little in my pants, and he looked around and winked, and
then changed down and accelerated hard to overtake a slower car.

Twenty minutes later we were at the copse.  Far away across the fields a
tractor was chugging slowly up and down, but there was no-one else in
sight.  I looked around one last time, undid my belt and lowered my pants,
and knelt down behind the fallen tree.  My dick was tingling in excitement
as I pulled on the slippy plastic gloves.  He watched me do it, stroking
his cock through his crotch, and then as I looked up at him his face
cracked into that madly sexy little grin of his.  He unbuckled his belt,
turned around and bared his beautiful bottom at me, and then sat down on
the tree trunk.  Hardly able to believe what I was doing, I lifted my hands
up together and held them out underneath him.  The few seconds I waited
seemed like years.

'Uh,' he grunted.  'Here it comes...'

His arse pushed out a little and his hole twitched and began to pucker out.
The rounded, glistening tip of a turd emerged, paused, and then pushed his
hole out wider with a little puff of gas and began to slide out of him.  It
was solid, but smoother than usual and a little lighter; a beautiful tawny
colour.  He didn't have to push; just relax and let it slide fluidly out of
him, making a wonderfully filthy, slimy crackle as it came.  The smell
tickled my nostrils and made my dick bob up and down.  It grew steadily
into a cracked brown column, extending from his arse towards my waiting
hands.  I felt the heat of it through my gloves, and then it touched down,
bending and becoming heavier as more came out.  Suddenly it broke, and the
whole lot dropped onto my palms with the broken end extending up over my
fingers.  My eyes darted between it and his flaring hole, from which his
log was still sliding out.  He grew another smooth brown tail, and then
that too snapped off and dropped into my hands.  He grunted with
satisfaction, strained a little, and the end of it curled up towards me,
tapered off and dropped.  I looked down at my twitching, dribbling cock as
I knelt there holding his shit, all hot and heavy through the sweaty
plastic gloves.  Then I looked back to him, all big and masculine in front
of me, with his arsehole fringed with sticky brown residue and his
fabulously filthy smell hanging around us in the still air.  He grunted
softly and curled out another smooth, banana-shaped turd, and I whimpered
as it dropped into my hands.

'Okay?' he said hoarsely.  'Feel good...?'

'Yes!  It's fucking awesome!  God you smell so fucking nice today.  Have
you finished?'

He shook his head, and his hole flared out with a sharp, slightly wet fart.
Another turd slid out of him, long and snaky, curling this way and that,
and then dropping big curls into my hands.

'Oh wow ... such a big one!'

He did more and more, interspersed with little gassy farts.  It got softer
and slimmer as it went on, until lumps of it dropped from him in a
continuous stream and piled up on his logs like cowpat.  It was easily the
biggest shit I'd seen him do, and the smelliest.  The sheer filthiness of
it was unbelievable.  Finally it tailed off, with a couple of little
sputtering farts and a few final brown fragments.

'That's it,' he breathed.  'I'm done.  Fuck I needed that!  Now, hold still
while I wipe...'

He stood up and stuck his bottom out to wipe.  His hole was really dirty
and he had to use a lot of paper.  He dropped the used bits into the little
clump of brambles next to us.  I knelt there, meekly holding his heavy,
cooling pile, until finally he was done and he turned around.  His erection
thrust into my face, and he leaned forward over the tree so I could suck
it.  I tasted his pre-cum at once, and then he came right into my mouth.

'Now ... stand up.'

He came around behind me and closed his fingers around my cock, and wanked
me off so that I spunked all over his beautiful shit.



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