Date: Fri, 7 Aug 2020 20:05:21 +0100
From: namab mass <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: Toilet Fetish Twink 6

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Toilet Fetish Twink


Chapter Six


Being Nick's toilet was the ultimate buzz for me.  Watching him shit was
awesomely erotic, especially when he did it somewhere public, and holding
my hands out under his arse to receive his shit was even better.  But
nothing approached the sensation of lying on the floor and watching
helplessly as my gorgeous, horny young playmate took off his clothes and
got ready to squat across me.  I'd be shaking and whimpering with
anticipation as he straddled me, my dick so hard it hurt, and then he'd
squat slowly down.  The sensation I felt then, pinned between his legs and
looking up his arse, was indescribable.  Then my head would blow apart as
he started to shit.  The sheer filthiness of it was unbelievable and the
submission total, but so too was the intimacy as his turd touched down; a
long, foul connection straight from my skin to deep inside his beautiful
body.  Slowly he'd bury me under his heavy, hot pile and gas me with his
glorious smell.  When he was done he'd reach down and wank me off, and the
orgasms were so intense they made me scream out loud.

What we really wanted to do was for him to make me his toilet somewhere
public, but that was too risky.  Shitting into my hands in the copse was
one thing.  I could always drop it quickly if we heard someone coming.
Lying naked with him squatting over me where someone might conceivably see
us was quite another.  But then one day he came around in the afternoon
with a sly little grin on his face, and I knew he was up to something.

'I'll tell ya afterwards,' he said, smiling.  'Meantime I'm really busting
for a shit.  You got everything ready?'

My head spun as he squatted over me and let out a couple of sharp little
farts.  He was still trying to eat more healthily, and it gave his smell a
sharper, dirtier edge that made me moan as it wafted up my nose.  Then he
pushed out a slim, knobbly turd like a crooked brown finger that slid out
of him, paused, and then pushed his hole open wider and came out sticking
to the end of a weighty, cracked log.  I whimpered as it pulled away and
dropped onto my chest, and then a second later his turd snapped and the
blow as a hefty curl dropped seemed to knock all the wind out of me.
Another one followed it, and then another, before he pushed the end out and
his brown hole closed up again.  He grunted contentedly, reached down and
tickled my shaft with his fingertips.

'Ooh,' I groaned.  'Oh don't ... you'll make me cum...'

'Yeah!  Wanna see you cum all over yourself!  Fucking love how much you get
off on this.  Uh ... oh another one's coming!'

He farted again, and then buried his logs under a long, slow flow of smooth
shit.  I lay there helpless and moaning as it piled up, all hot and sticky
and heavy, and the smell blasted into my brain.  As he did it he kept on
wanking me, ignoring my pleas for him to stop, and even before he'd quite
finished he tipped me over the edge and made me cry out and spunk all over
myself.

'So,' I said half an hour later as we sat down with a cup of tea.  'What's
this news you've got?'

He took a sip from his mug and grinned.

'Well.  You know we're always saying it'd be nice to have some way to play
anywhere we like, without needing to worry about getting caught?'

'Er ... yes.  Have you thought of something then?'

'Oh yes!  Well, I didn't think of it exactly, but as soon as I saw it I
realised.  My mum and dad have bought a campervan, and they've said I can
use it!'


* * * * *


Only a few days later Nick picked me up in the campervan, and we set off
out into the countryside.  He was still getting used to driving the
campervan and he didn't say much as he threaded it through the traffic in
town, but once we were out on the main road he relaxed a bit.  So did I,
and I looked around again at the inside of the campervan.  Nick's parent
must have spent quite a lot of money on it, I thought, even though it was
second-hand.  It was big and comfortable, with beds enough for four, a full
kitchen, and the toilet and shower room at the back behind the double bed.
For a moment my eyes settled on the big bag lying on the floor by the
shower room door.  It contained all the things we'd need for what we had
planned: rolls of bin liners and other plastic bags, disinfectant, toilet
paper, and so on.  He glanced over, saw where I was looking, and grinned.

A few miles further on he glanced over at a signpost, lifted off and then
braked gently, and we swung off the main road and into one of the lay-bys
we'd used before.  It was deserted, except for one car parked at the far
end.  He switched the engine off and looked over at me, his face a bit
apprehensive.

'Okay?' I asked.

'Yeah.  It ... feels a bit wrong doing it in here.'

'What, in public?' I asked, confused.  'But you've done it in my hands in
the woods, so...'

'No, not that.'  He gestured around us.  'I mean in this thing, mum and
dad's new camper!  Feel a bit guilty about it!'

'Well, we can get out if you like?  If you just wanna squat...?'

'Nah it's okay.  I'll get over it!' he chuckled.  'Anyhow, they'll never
know.'

'Do you need to go badly?'

'Yeah, quite badly.  Come to think of it, I didn't go at all yesterday 'cos
I went the evening before, but I ate a lot last night.  My mum did
shepherd's pie and I had loads.  Think this is gonna be a big shit!  Come
on.'

We clambered into the back, pulling the curtains across behind the driving
cab.  In the back the blinds were already down, and we got ready in the
yellowish interior light.  He stood and watched, massaging his dick through
his pants, as I spread some bin-liners on the floor in the narrow
passageway past the bed to the bathroom.  I put a toilet roll close by for
him to use when he was done.  Then we both stripped naked.  He looked at me
intently, massaging his hard-on.

'Lie down,' he said quietly.  'I wanna go to the toilet.'

Slowly I got down on the floor and lay back on the plastic bags.  The
sensation as I got ready to be his toilet was like nothing else I'd ever
felt: I was getting ready to do the darkest and most perverted thing with
him here, where traffic was passing only a few yards away and whoever owned
the car nearby might come back to it at any moment.  Maybe Nick was
thinking the same, because he looked around us with a furtive expression,
as if he was checking that all the windows were completely covered.  Then
he stepped forward, turned around and stood over my legs, and I stared up
in wonder at his beautiful body looming over me.  He shuffled backwards
further, ankles pressing against me in the narrow space and forcing my legs
together.  Then he squatted down.  Hemmed in by his hairy legs in front of
me and the bed and cupboards to the sides, I felt for a moment as if I was
actually in a toilet.  His hard-on thrust out in front of him and his arse
hung over my chest, his wrinkled little hole pinched up tight.  My heart
was pounding and my dick throbbed, and the only sound apart from the
distant traffic was our heavy breathing.  The moment seemed to go on
forever.  He shuffled position a little and his left foot dug into my leg,
and then lowered himself down a little further.

'Uh,' he grunted.

My whole body tensed up and my dick went crazy as his bottom relaxed, and
his hole twitched and started to fill out and open.  His shit started to
nose its way through the flaring pink ring, until he had a little plug in
his ringpiece, with its rounded, smooth end shining dully.  He grunted and
pushed and it came out a big further, and then again so that a crooked
brown spike stuck out of him.  Slowly it started to bend downwards, and
then quite suddenly it dropped and landed between my nipples.  His faint
smell started to tickle my nostrils as I lay and looked up hazily at the
broken end poking through his hole.  Then he grunted and strained again,
and his log started to come out.  It was very solid, all cracked and lumpy,
and his hole opened and squeezed around it and crackled softly as it slid
out.  He looked down at my bobbing, dribbling dick and gave a little
satisfied sigh as he grew a hefty brown tail.  It hung heavily from him,
curled slightly forward with its tip pointing to my stomach and perfuming
the air with his fresh smell.  Then he pinched it off.  It fell heavily
onto my chest, bent and toppled over to the side, with its twisted, snapped
end under my shoulder.  Above it his brown hole squeezed shut, but then
flared out again at once and another long brown log descended.  Twice it
pulled apart and dropped big chunks on me, and then he strained and grunted
with satisfaction as the broken end sliding out of him curled back and up,
tapered off and fell onto me.  I whimpered as he reached down and fingered
my cock.

'Yeah!' he breathed.  'Havin' a shit on my favourite toilet.  Like it?
Yeah?  I ain't finished...'

At that moment he looked around as we heard a car pulling up nearby.  Doors
opened and shut, we heard voices, and someone called to a dog.  Feet away
from the family getting ready to walk their dog, he squatted across me in
the silence and the smell.  As their footsteps went right past us he bowed
his head a little, grunted and let out a little fart as his brown hole
puckered out.  His shit was softer and smoother now, and I lay and moaned
softly as it slid out of his hole with little squeaky puffs of gas, curled
round and dropped onto the heavy, warm pile.  The smell grew thicker and
fouler, and I started to edge.

'Uh,' he grunted.  'Oh yeah.  Oh ... that's it, I'm done.'

He folded some toilet paper and reached around behind him.  I loved lying
under him as he wiped his arse.  It felt truly submissive, and I whimpered
and edged again as he dropped each piece of brown-stained, crumpled paper
onto me.  Then when he was done he levered himself upright, turned around
and lowered himself back down, waving his hard cock over me.

'Spunk all over yourself,' he breathed.  'Wanna see you cum!'

We began wanking together.  I was already edging hard, and within seconds
I'd started to cum.  I tried to hold back, but it was hopeless, and I
clenched my teeth to stop myself crying out as I shot all over my stomach
and chest and his shit.  Then his head went back and his face contorted,
and he too shot his cum all over me.

Cleaning up in the camper was a surreal experience.  Thankfully the shower
was pretty strong, so once he'd donned a pair of rubber gloves and scooped
his shit and paper into a bag it wasn't too difficult for me to get myself
clean.  He opened a window a bit to disperse the smells of shit and
disinfectant, and then whilst I was getting dried and dressed he too took a
quick shower.  He always liked doing that after a session, even though he'd
never got dirty himself he'd once said it felt like the right thing to do,
as if he was washing away the perverted thing he'd just done.  Finally we
were ready to head back.

'That was mad, wasn't it!' he grinned as we pulled back onto the main road.
'We'll have to do it again sometime soon!'


* * * * *


The next time we were braver, and he did it to me in the car park next to
the big leisure and shopping complex on the other side of town He didn't
tell me until he picked me up that that was what he had in mind, and at
first I didn't like the idea, but he talked me round as he picked his way
through the traffic.  He was getting more confident at handling the
campervan, I noticed, and he was in a cocky, horny mood.  He'd set
everything up in the back before he'd left home and all the curtains in the
back of the van were drawn, including the one behind the front seats, so
all we needed to do was get in the back and strip.

'Gonna have to do it pretty soon,' he said, grinning.  'Mum and dad have
been experimenting with going vegetarian.  She made some rice and vegetable
bake thing last night.  Was really nice, but it gave me such farts later,
and I really need a shit now!'

As we drove on through town he started to look a bit uncomfortable.  His
chute was filling up and the dense brown mass pressing against his hole,
forcing him to clench up to stop himself turtle's-heading.  I glanced over
at him, and my dick stirred in my pants as I took in his lithe body and
sweet face, and anticipated what he was going to have to do soon.  He
always looked so hot when he needed a shit.  Finally, he indicated left and
swung the van into the car park.  It wasn't too busy but there were plenty
of people and cars moving about and it felt very public.  My mouth was dry
as he backed the van into a parking space and switched off the engine.  He
turned to me with his horniest little smile playing across his lips.

'You ready...?  I really need the toilet!'

I was as excited as I'd ever been as I stripped.  It was dark and quiet in
the van, but the car park was humming all around us, cars doors slamming
and people talking, and in the middle of it I was getting ready to be his
toilet.  He stood over me as I knelt down, beautiful and masculine, and
thrust his dick in my face for me to suck.  He fucked my face for a long
time, grunting as he did so how he needed a big shit and he wanted to do it
on his favourite toilet.  As I sucked I ran my fingers up and down his long
legs and fondled his smooth cheeks, and in my mind I submitted to him
completely.

'I got a turtle's head coming out now,' he said.  'Get your nose in there
and sniff it.'

He pulled back, turned around and thrust his arse back in my face. His hole
was clenched up tight but slightly puckered out, and well back in the pink
ring the tip of his turd was just starting to peek out. I leaned right in
until my nose was almost touching, inhaled his musky scent and whimpered
with desire.  Right in front of me his hole relaxed a little and his
turtle's head peeped out further.  The smell of his shit filled my
nostrils, and it tipped me over the edge.  I'd been his toilet many times
by then, but always on my chest.  Now I wanted more.  Never mind that
people were coming and going just feet away from us: I wanted him to do the
filthiest thing to me that I could think of.

'Shit on my face Nick.  I wanna take it in the face.'

'Ooh!' he breathed.  'You want that?  It's gonna be such a big one.  Lie
down...'

I was edging and shaking as I got down on the floor and lay back on the
rustling plastic sheet, once again boxed in by the bed and the cupboard,
and then his legs as he stood over me.  As he squatted I reached up and
took his hips in my hands, and guided him back until his arse was right
over my face and I was looking up at his turtle's head.  I clamped my mouth
tight shut.

'I can't hold it in,' he hissed urgently.  'It's coming!  Uh ... uh ... oh
that's better!'

Above me his bottom seemed to swell slightly as he relaxed, his hole opened
over the glistening brown end, and his log slid slowly out.  It was solid
and dense, the most beautiful golden brown colour, with dark bits amid the
lumps and cracks on its greasy surface.  The smell hit me and made me edge
again.  It was strong by his standards; thick and cloying and madly erotic,
and it made me edge and whimper in my throat.  Slowly he grew a long brown
tail that hung over my nose, so close that I could feel its hotness.  He
relaxed a little and it came out further and touched down, heavy and
greasy.  It slid down right across my nose and mouth and the smell blasted
into my brain, and then as more came out of him it started to bend
backwards.  A crack opened up across it and grew deeper.  I closed my eyes
just in time, a second before it snapped and dropped, bending double so two
fat logs lay up and down my face.  Cautiously I opened my eye again and
regarded the ends , all twisted and broken, with bits buried deep in the
mass.  They were right up under my eyes, and the other ends were towards my
chin.  Above me his hole squeezed shut for a moment, but then opened again
with a grunt and a little hissy fart, and another log descended.  His shit
was smoother now and it came more quickly, and as a hefty lump started to
pull away I quickly closed my eyes again.  The impact as it landed was as
intense as a blow in the face, and I was still reeling when another one
landed.  Grunting with satisfaction, he buried me under a big pile of his
hot, heavy shit and gassed me with his smell.  Outside, people were coming
and going: in here, in the darkness and silence, Nick was using his own
personal toilet.  My eyes were covered and I was blinded and gassed,
gagging with the filthiness of it and edging madly.  I could feel him
wanking above me.

Suddenly he farted and his arse started to crackle.  His turds were small
and slim now but they kept on coming, one after another in a steady,
reeking stream.  They blocked the air-holes in his pile so that for a
moment I couldn't breathe, but then his pile started to disintegrate and
slide down my cheeks.  For a moment my airway cleared and I sighed with
relief, but then he let out a sputtering wet fart and dumped a string of
gooey turds right across my nose.  The smell made me gag.

'Oh...' I moaned.

'It's okay, I'm done,' he whispered.  'Now, lie still while I wipe my bum.'

After the shit came the toilet paper, one scrunched-up lump after another
that he dropped on my face as he finished with it.  His bumhole must have
been filthy, and his wipe went on for ages.  Finally he was done, and he
squatted back down and reached out for my dick.

I came at once.  I couldn't stop myself.  I'd been edging all through, and
no sooner did his fingers start to work my cock than I fell off the cliff
and shot all over myself.  Quickly he turned around and wanked himself off
all over my shitted face.


* * * * *


I still see Nick from time to time.  We're both busy these days and we
don't get to do as much as we used to, but he still calls me when he's on
the toilet and sends me photos of his big, healthy shits.  When we've time,
we meet up and he uses his toilet.  I'll never get tired of the feeling as
he squats across me, the sensation as his turds land, the filthy sounds his
bottom makes, or his wonderful smell.  Every time he makes me cum so hard I
scream, and every time he leaves me wanting more.  I can't wait for the
next time!



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