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A Gay Lad's Arse
Chapter Two
Tom was kneeling in the bathroom, down on all fours with his elbows on the floor and his gorgeous arse in the air. I knelt next to him with my fingers in his crack, tickling and running my fingers around his tight little hole. He hadn't sat on the toilet for more than 30 hours, and now his rectum was full and uncomfortable, and that and the sensation as my fingers probed his most sensitive parts made him whimper aloud. When I pressed my forefinger gently into his hole I could feel his shit right behind it, and leaning down to look underneath him I could see that his cock was rock hard. He'd been kneeling like this for ages now, desperate and submissive and horny.
'You really need a shit, don't you?' I said teasingly, still fingering his clenched little anus. 'Mmm, good. I like it when you're desperate. You gonna do a big one for me?'
He whimpered again and nodded. I could feel him trembling a little with tension and excitement: he was almost as turned on as I was! He knelt up on his hands, lowering his arse down into position.
'Good.' I drew my hand away. 'There you are ... let it all go now. Do your big smelly shit for me...'
He grunted softly with relief as his cheeks parted a little, and his hole squelched softly open. His turd was thin and finger-like at first, curling slowly out of him, but then he gave a little gasp and a gassy fart, and it grew suddenly thicker. Two long, curved tubes slid fluidly out of him, all smooth and slimy, and thudded to the floor next to each other, leaving him breathing hard and trembling again. His hairy, dirty little bumhole closed up behind it, squashing a little brown sliver.
'Mmm!' I breathed. 'Mm, that smells so good!'
He looked around. I loved how cutely embarrassed he always looked in mid-shit, with his face slightly red, wrinkling his nose up at his own smell. A few little spurts of piss dribbled from his dick.
'It feels so nice doing it,' he said hoarsely. 'I still really need a poo too! Uh ... uh ... ooh another one's coming out!'
He arched his back a little as his hole puckered out, and sighed and grunted loudly as he curled out a long, slow, gassy turd. It was thin and smooth, and it kept on dropping slim curls on top of his logs, until he'd made a big pile over them, with the broken ends jutting out from underneath it. His madly erotic smell blasted up my nose and the squelching, crackling sounds rang in my ears, and finally the wet little farts as he did the last little bits. He knelt there for a while, straining a little and pushing his brown, sticky hole in and out. I loved it when he'd just finished, and he was kneeling over his reeking pile, still sighing with relief. I was edging constantly, and as I leaned in to wipe him I dribbled cum onto his pile. I could see how excited he was too, and he gave a little squeak and a sigh as I started dabbing gently at his hole. It rippled and flared out beneath my fingers. When he was nearly clean I started wiping him more vigorously, and he began to moan softly. I kept on doing it well after the paper came away completely clean, and then as he looked around at me and closed his eyes I started to finger him once more.
'Oh!' he gasped. 'Ooh, yeah, keep doing it! Oh it feels so nice ... push it in me.'
I could smell his arse on my finger as I held it up and spat on it for lube, then started fingering him again, rubbing it all around his hole until he was all slippery. He was trembling and moaning again now, and then he let out a long, loud moan as I thrust my finger up inside him, into his empty, satisfied chute. His hole gripped my finger tightly, then relaxed as I pulled it out. It was well streaked with dark brown, and all of a sudden I could smell his shit all over again. He whimpered as I pushed back up in him, and then gasped out loud as I found his prostate and began to tickle it, wanking clumsily with my other hand. I finger-fucked him hard, alternating that with massaging his prostate until he was edging, and his bum clenched up tight.
'Wanna cum now?' I hissed.
He nodded vigorously, breathing very hard.
'Good. Now, come back a bit ... yeah, like that. I wanna see you cum all over it ... cum all over your own shit.'
He whimpered and nodded again, and began to yelp as I started fucking him again with my brown finger, tweaking and tickling his crack and dirty hole with the others. He reached underneath him and took his cock in his hand, and another big gout of his sticky translucent cum dribbled onto his dark-brown pile. As he got nearer to cumming he bucked his hips and squealed, and then cried out loud as he came all over his turds, and I shot all over his bottom.
I got the feeling Tom had crossed a big line in his mind the next time I saw him. Once again I knelt him down and fingered his clenched little hole as he wanked and whimpered and groaned about how badly he needed the toilet. I pushed my finger in a bit further, until I could actually feel it packed into his chute, all firm and tacky and lumpy. He yelped a little as I pressed it. Then I leant back and wanked as he grunted and curled out a big, chunky dump. His logs were thick, cracked and solid, and they made loud thuds as they hit the floor. He'd been eating spicy food the night before, and his smell was ranker and more cloying than usual. His shit was softer too, after the first few turds, and he finished it in a long, mushy stream of snaky turds. As I wiped his satisfied, stinging bumhole clean he took a deep breath, and twisted round to look at me.
'I ... er, I've been thinking. Something I wanna do with you. Would you let me watch you...?'
'Sure. Yeah, that'd be ... I'd like it. Just one thing, though. I normally have to go in the morning...'
That Saturday morning found me kneeling naked on the bathroom floor. I'd texted him earlier, as soon as I'd started to need a shit whilst drinking my morning coffee. That had been a couple of hours ago, and now I was desperate, clenched up tight against the painful pressure in my chute. I was also rock hard, and my dick was bobbing gently up and down without my even touching it. Tom knelt behind me, breathing hard and stroking his own erection, with his face very intense.
'I'm ready,' he whispered. 'Do it now...'
All of a sudden I felt intensely self-conscious. No-one had seen me having a shit since I was little, and even though shitting had always turned me on massively doing it right in front of someone was still a big deal. All of a sudden I understood why Tom had looked so nervous that first time. I imagined him being disgusted by what he was seeing, and bolting out of the room to get away from the smell. But when I glanced round at him he was wanking and watching me expectantly, and the pressure in by chute was almost unbearable. I took a deep breath, looked down at the floor, and let go. The sensation was incredible, and I grunted loudly with pleasure as my hole relaxed and drew back over the big lumpy turd I was extruding. I looked down between my legs just in time to see my first thick lump thud onto the bag I was kneeling over, and then another and another, coming more quickly as my shit got softer. The sound of it seemed deafeningly loud. My stink enveloped us, less rank than his but riper, and just as strong. I'd wanted to shit slowly, but it felt so good that I just opened up and let it go on and on. Behind me I could hear him, breathing harder and harder and starting to moan.
'Oh fucking hell!' he gasped. 'Oh that's so much! ... Mmm! ... Oh! Oh fuck!'
He came suddenly and very hard, and spattered his hot sticky cum onto my arse and the back of my thigh. I twisted round to look at him. His face was pale and shocked, with his beautiful eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. He had his cock in his hand, still with cum trickling from it.
'Fuck!' he breathed. 'That was mad!'
'Okay?' I asked. 'I've not finished yet. Shall I, or do you want me to stop?'
'No!' He grinned cheekily and wrinkled his nose up. 'No, don't stop, I wanna see you finish. Phew, you really stink. It's nice! Go on, finish your poo now...'
I kept watching him as I strained a little and felt more shit press against my hole and then start to slide through it. It was soft and mushy, and it made filthy little noises as it oozed out my arse and dropped onto my big pile. He kept on stroking his dick as I did it. He'd never got fully soft after his first orgasm, and by the time I'd done shitting he was rock hard again. As he wiped my arse for me I could feel his hand trembling. Then I got up and turned around, and he moved in closer, until we knelt side by side, turned towards each other, holding throbbing cocks over my pile, looking at each other in amazement. It felt so intimate, getting off with him like this over something so taboo. But then his breathing grew harsh and his face contorted, and he shot his second load in a few minutes all over my big dirty shit.
We ended up spending the day together. After we'd cleaned up we put our clothes on and walked into town, where we had some lunch in a cafe, did a bit of shopping and then went for a coffee. We probably looked like a couple as we sat in the corner, reading the newspapers and arguing good-naturedly. I thought his political views were naïve, but he could argue his case well and he had the courtesy at least to listen when I put over a different point of view. As we talked I turned over in my mind the thought that it was somehow ironic that a clean-cut young Tory like him with half an eye on a political career could be into things as kinky as he was. He hadn't had a shit yet that day, he'd said earlier, and although neither of us had even mentioned it, it was pretty clear what was going to happen when he did. As the family at the table next to us put their coats on and left he took a sip of his coffee and leaned in closer. My heart beat a little faster as he looked at me under his brow.
'I'm ... er, I'm gonna need a poo sometime,' he said quietly.
'I know,' I grinned back. 'When did you last have one...?'
'Yesterday morning. I had a two-hour seminar first thing and I started to need the toilet just after it started. Me and this lad called Rob who's a football player and he's really fit, we both went to the toilet in the break, but there's only one cubicle there. He said he was desperate so he went in first, I had to stand there outside the cubicle and listen to him having a poo. He took ages too, so by the time I'd done mine I was late back and everyone knew where I'd been. It felt ... naughty,' he finished, grinning coyly.
'Mm, nice! What about this Rob, then? Did he do a big one?'
'Yes! He made such loud plops, and he farted a couple of times as well. There were big skidmarks in the toilet when I went in. Felt so nice sitting on the seat when it was still warm. It was so smelly as well.' He grinned cheekily. 'But not as smelly as you!'
'You enjoyed watching me, though, didn't you!'
'Ooh yes. Couldn't believe how hot it was! It's so ... disgusting, but that makes it so exciting at the same time.'
'Yeah, that's how I feel too. Anyway, when you need to go ... reckon it'll be a big one?'
'Yes. I went out with the girls last night to that Mexican restaurant a few streets away from here. All those refried beans and that. It made me fart a lot last night, and then before you texted this morning I did think I might need to sit on the toilet but it faded after a bit. This coffee might bring it on though.'
He looked around warily as a young couple came and took the table and quickly changed the subject. We finished our coffee and headed back to my house, all tense and expectant, walking quickly through the side streets. A few streets away from my place he motioned me to stop, stuck his bottom out slightly and farted. It was a still day and I got the smell at once, all fresh and insistent. He took a pace or two forward, stopped and did it again, and then turned to me with a sly smile on his face. My heart thumped uncontrollably.
'I need a poo,' he said softly as we set off again. 'It's just come on now.'
'Urgent...?'
'No, but I'll need to go soon. So ... what do you want me to do?'
'Do it in my hands? I wanna kneel behind you and hold my hands out for you, and then ... will you wank me off so I can cum all over it?'
'Ooh, that's so kinky! Do you really wanna be shat on?! Mmm, yes, I'll do that!'
We scurried quickly back to my place. As I shut the front door behind us I saw his expression, and then he pushed me back against the wall and kissed me for the first time. His lips were soft and inviting, and as we played tongues together he reached down and began massaging my cock through my jeans. In the living room I tore his pants down, knelt down in front of him and sucked his cock as we fumbled our clothes off. He tasted wonderful and he squeaked with pleasure as I tongued his throbbing end, and then farted again. I looked up into his face, sniffing eagerly at his smell, and he grinned sexily down at me.
'I really need a poo!'
He pulled me upright, took my hand and led me through to the bathroom. His wet cock bounced as he walked, and the movements of his round, firm buttocks transfixed me. In the bathroom he put the toilet seat down, straddled it facing the wall, and then slowly lowered himself down until he was sitting backwards on the seat with his arse hanging over the front. He shuffled back a little further to present it to me even more invitingly. I was shaking all over with tension as I knelt down behind him, and my dick was bobbing up and down without my even touching it. He loomed large above me, and I looked adoringly up at the curves of his bottom and back and legs. Slowly I raised my hands, palms upward, cupped together a couple of inches below his arse. Apart from our heavy breathing there was silence.
'Are you sure?' he asked, his voice strained and hoarse. 'You really want me to...?'
'Yes,' I said firmly. 'You know I fantasise about being shat on. This is just the start. Some day I want you to squat over me. I wanna be your toilet!'
'Yeah, I will,' he breathed. 'Now, you ready? It's coming now ... ooh!'
His arse relaxed and his hole slowly opened, and he farted sharply. I felt the little puff of warm gas on my palm, and then the smell hit me, but it was so dense and cloying, like thick fog. It grew thicker as his hole opened wider, and a sturdy, cracked log nosed its way out. It came slowly, pausing and then sliding out a bit further as he strained a little, grunting cutely in relief. Then the need to strain passed, and he gave a low sigh as his shit grew smoother, and slid easily out of flaring hole. It was such a beautiful colour; a bit redder than usual, with lots of bits compacted into it.
'Mmm! Oh that smells so fucking good!'
My dick bounced up and down as I sniffed. It wasn't one of his strongest smells, but it was thick and sultry and erotic. Then it touched down on my palm, and for the first time I actually felt his shit. It was firm and greasy and heavy, and the pressure of it grew stronger as more crackled its way out. As it came from him it became smoother and slimier, and a shade lighter in colour. It piled up in my hands, amazing me with its weight and heat. He grunted and sighed with relief as his bowels emptied, and his hole rippled around the lumps of the long, long turd he was doing. Two or three times it snapped and a broken end hit my fingers. Then it grew thinner and tailed off, and his hole clenched up behind it, all brown and sticky. Dimly I realised I was moaning out loud and my dick was dick bobbing up and down frantically, but everything was dominated by the sensation of his big pile in my hands, and the fierce smell that was battering at my brain. He was breathing hard, and he looked around at me slowly.
'Ooh!' he sighed. 'Oh that felt so nice! Is it ... is it okay?'
'Oh fucking hell Tom! Yes, it feels fucking amazing! It's so heavy, and that smell! ... Oh god I feel like I could cum any second! Have you finished?'
'Nearly, I think.'
He strained a couple of times, grunting softly, and his dirty little hole squelched as it puckered out. He kept me waiting for what seemed like ages and I thought he didn't have any more to give. But then as he flared again he did a wet little fart, and a louder one as he opened up wider, and squeezed out a couple of little, lumpy nuggets. Again I thought he was done, but then he grunted and opened up again and curled out a long, slim turd. It squelched softly as the pile on my hands grew even heavier. Then he reached for the toilet roll.
'Oh Tom,' I gasped. 'Wank me off now! I really need to cum!'
'No!' he laughed. 'You gotta wait while I wipe my bum, since you're not gonna do it for me!'
So I knelt there obediently, holding his hot, heavy shit as he cleaned its traces from his arsehole. I loved watching him wipe his bottom, and my dick carried on bobbing up and down, so hard it actually hurt. Finally he was done, and he turned around. Slowly we both stood up, me still holding his shit out in front of me, and we turned in towards one another. He reached in, his hand shaking, and took hold of my dick, wanking his own with his other hand. He did it clumsily but it didn't matter. I was on the edge anyway, and then when I saw him screw up his face and start to yelp I couldn't hold back any longer. We came together, and spattered both our cum all over his big, cooling brown pile.
After that day he started coming round in the morning as often as he could, to watch me have my daily shit before I went to work. Normally there was only time for him to watch me do it on the toilet, but even that drove him wild. Twice I had to change my shirt before I left because he'd cum down the back of it. The first time he did that it was before I'd quite finished shitting. He was ready with a pad of paper that he just managed to clamp over his dick in time as he squealed and came uncontrollably, but then a great dribble of cum oozed out from under it and splashed onto my shirt and down onto my shit in the toilet. The second time he was actually wiping me. He was barely even touching himself, but he was so turned on he cried out and spunked all up my back while his hand was still in my crack.
The next time he came round it was a Saturday so we had more time, and better still he needed a shit too. He hadn't been at all the day before, he grinned, and he'd been out for a big meal and a drink the night before. He was standing awkwardly on the doorstep as I opened the door, and as he took his shoes off in the hallway I could see him clenching his bum. He had a noticeable bulge in the front of his jeans.
'I'm really desperate!' he said, screwing his face up a little.
'Can't you wait a little while?' I asked, disappointed. 'Build up to it a bit, maybe work out what we're gonna do?'
'No.' He shook his head and began taking his jacket off. 'I'm gonna poo my pants if I don't go soon!'
'Mm!'
'I'm not doing that!' he laughed, and then winced again. 'Ooh ...oh, come on!'
We stripped hastily. His cock bounced free as he pulled down his boxer shorts. He was fully hard, and when he straightened up again he was red-faced and breathing hard. I took his hand and led him through to the bathroom. Our eyes met as we knelt down together. His were wide with excitement, and he was edging slightly as he got down on all fours, shuffled round and lifted his cute arse up a bit. His hole was clenched up tight, peeping out from the wiry hair of his crack. He gave a little yelp as I reached in with a trembling hand and began to run my fingers around it.
'Ooh!' he moaned. 'Oh god that feels good!'
I tickled the inside of his cheeks for a long time, then began to finger his arsehole again, probing in deeper and making him squeak again and again. Then I lifted it slowly to my mouth and spat on it. He looked round, eyes half-closed and his face very intense as he took in what I was about to do to him. He moaned out loud as I probed his hole again, running my finger round it until it was nice and lubricated and he was quivering with anticipation. Then I pushed it slowly up into his full chute; into his firm, slimy turds.
'Ooh!' he squealed. 'Ooh! Keep doing that!'
My finger was brown as I pulled it back, and his smell started to thicken the air around us as I finger-fucked him, pushing his load in and out and giving him the, 'You really need the toilet now!' signal again and again. He was bucking his hips and yelping, and then suddenly I felt his bowels pushing hard.
'Oh stop! Stop! I've got to poo now!'
I pulled out quickly, and on impulse reached forward and cupped my hands under his bum to receive the thick log that was coming out of it. The smell hit me with full force as it touched down on my palms and my dick bounced, and then he grunted in relief and filled my hands with a big brown pile. It was hot and heavy and slimy, and his hole squelched and puffed gas as he pushed out even more, all soft and snaky. It ended with a little wet fart, and his filthy little sphincter closed up behind it.
'Uh!' he grunted, and looked down between his legs. 'Oh, you've got it in your hands!'
'Mmm, yeah God you've done a big one. It stinks too! Have you finished?'
'Uh...' He strained and pushed out a little sliver or two. 'Yeah, I've finished. Do you need to go too?'
'Yeah. Not urgent though. I can wait.'
'No, do it now. Do it in my hands! Yeah, seriously...'
I wriggled round, still holding his shit, and behind me he too turned around and got in close, hands cupped under my arse. I wasn't desperate and the need to shit had been a dull, pleasurable pressure inside me. Now as I gave a little push the urge to shit mounted quickly, and I grunted out loud as I relaxed and gave into it. I could hear my own hole crackling as my thick turd slid through it.
'Mm! Mm!' he yelped behind me. 'Fuck...!'
My own stink was mingling with his in a potent cloud that hung around us like thick fog. Both of us were edging madly, even though we couldn't touch ourselves, and when I twisted round I saw that his mouth was open and his eyes wide. I looked down again between my legs, to where my shit was piling up on his palms. He moved them forwards as another turd curled its way down, so that it fell backwards towards his wrists, then back so that the end of it landed on top of the pile.
'Fuck!' he breathed again as it came to an end. 'Oh my God! Oh fuck I gotta get off, but...'
'Yeah!' I turned round to him. 'Come on, let's clean up quick.'
Hastily we dropped the piles we were holding onto the plastic bag on the floor and washed our hands in the basin with plenty of disinfectant, still with erections bobbing up and down, and then when we were clean I bent and parted my cheeks for him to wipe me. I could feel his hand trembling, and he was breathing hard as he did it. Twisting round I could see him wanking slowly with his free hand. Then it was my turn, and I too wanked as I cleaned him up, and then spunked all over his beautiful arse.
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