This is a story involving scat play between 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.
Ben's Shit
Many years ago I was having a shit in a toilet at a university in London. Whilst I was sitting there I looked up, and saw that someone had written something on the back of the door:
Does anyone else like dirty sex? I love a guy squatting across me shitting on my face
I'd found shitting erotic ever since I was young, but more than anything else, that bit of toilet graffiti shaped my scat fetish. I got an instant hard-on as I read it, and ever since then I've fantasised about it. The thought of lying there helpless as a hot guy squats over me and has a shit is quite simply the hottest, most exquisitely filthy thing I can think of. Eating doesn't interest me and I've never wanted to get covered from head to toe in shit, but to have my chest or my cock or, hottest and nastiest of all, my face used as a guy's toilet is probably my deepest desire. Over the years I managed to persuade a couple of guys to shit for me, but never did I get near to having a proper scat session. Then, not long before they went and shut the personal ads down, Ben put an advert on the local Craigslist:
20 yo bi lad wanna experiment with m4m scat, luv havin a shit n wanna be watched
It sounded too good to be true and I was suspicious for the first few emails we exchanged. He said he found shitting horny and he fantasised about scat a lot. He took big shits, and he got hard sitting on the toilet and fantasising about doing it on a guy's chest, or squatting in front of a girl who masturbated as she watched him drop his load. Then he sent me some pictures, and I hoped more than ever he was what he said he was. He was tall and slim, even slightly gangly, but also fit and muscular, a nicely toned, smooth body, and sturdy arms. He was fair-skinned and quite pale, with a boyish, friendly, oval face and big ears, and his dark hair shaven back and sides but sightly longer on top. He had the most beautiful deep-brown eyes too. I still wasn't convinced it was actually him, but nevertheless we exchanged phone numbers, and he rang me as he sat down on the toilet at home. His family were out, he explained in his sexy, Estuary English voice, and he really needed a shit. I got rock hard as I listened to his plops; five or six of them, all heavy and slow and echoing in the bathroom. Then he lifted the phone back up.
'Hear that?' he hissed.
'Mm, yeah. Sounded big!'
'It was. Ooh ... doing another one!'
He took a picture of his shit when he was done, and I got rock hard again. Half a dozen sturdy logs were piled up and curled over each other, sticking up above the water at the back. They were a beautiful, deep, slightly orangey brown. We did the same again a few days later, and then I finally gave in and decided to trust him, and we moved on to video-calls. He used to call me in the afternoon, which was when he usually needed his daily shit. He'd sit and look coolly into the camera, blow out his prominent lips and smooth cheeks a little, and then grin broadly when the plops echoed around the room. Usually he stood up and held the camera down to show me his shit too, and then smirked coyly at me before he ended the call.
'Mmm!' I said the third or fourth time, when he showed me his well filled toilet. 'Bet that smells nice!'
'Yeah!' he hissed back. 'My shit really stinks. Me sister moans at me cos you can smell it on the landing when I've been for a dump!'
'Mm, nice! I love the smell of a guy's shit...'
When he had the house to himself he used to sit there and wank, and we'd talk dirty and exchange fantasies. It was his own shit that turned him on, he said; not so much anyone else's. He was a bit of an exhibitionist – he liked shagging and wanking in public places – and after being very shy about shitting as a child he'd started to get turned on by showing off his shit. He liked using public toilets where other guys could hear him and smell it, and sometimes he left the door unlocked so men could walk in on him. Once some fit student had opened the door just as he was wiping his bottom, and he was so turned on by it that he'd had to scuttle home quickly and wank himself off. He used to wank while we were messaging, and we'd talk dirty until we both came. He told me time and again how he loved having a shit, and how he fantasised about having someone there to see and hear and smell it. He had a dominant streak to him, too: he got off on the thought of making a guy wipe him when he was done, or even squatting over him, using him as his toilet. Once he jumped up suddenly in the middle of telling me how he wanted to shit on a guy's cock, spun round and shot all over his turds.
The next time it was my turn to cum too early, as I told him about how I fantasised about being shat on, sometimes by multiple guys, and how in my wildest fantasies I even tried to eat shit. I came first the day after too, when he held the camera down to point at his arse as he hovered over the toilet. The picture was blurry but all the same I lost control at the sight of the thick, golden turds sliding out of him. The time after that the camera was right behind him, and I sat and wanked as a huge golden-brown turd slid lazily from his smooth arse. He sat down when he was done, lifted the camera up to show his face and looked into it coolly, his brown eyes very intense under his dark eyebrows.
'So,' he asked quietly. 'We gonna meet then? You wanna see me shit for real?'
I met him at the local railway station a week later. He'd texted me about an hour earlier saying he was free and that he was starting to need a shit. I'd invited him straight over, and now my heart was thumping and I was fidgeting nervously as I watched his train pull into the platform. I recognised him immediately as he sauntered towards the exit, tall and lanky and so very handsome. He saw me, our eyes met, and he smiled awkwardly as he walked up to me. His palm was sweaty as we shook hands.
'Hi,' he grinned. 'You Mark? Sorry I'm a bit late.'
'Oh, no problem. Do you wanna get a coffee or something, or go straight back to my place?'
'Er...' He hesitated a moment, looking nervous. 'Can we go back to yours?'
'Okay. Um ... do you really need to go then?'
He nodded bashfully, and we set off. We made small talk as we walked, and both started to relax and trust one another. He looked around him warily as I showed him into the living room, and sat down uneasily on the edge of the sofa. He looked very tense, but the bulge in the front of his tracksuit pants suggested he had a semi.
'So,' I said softly. 'What are we gonna do...? Do you just wanna sit on the toilet, or squat, or...'
'Er...' he hesitated. 'I'll squat if you want? Up to you. But ... I really need to go soon!'
My dick was already half-hard, and now it sprang to attention as he squirmed a little. He was desperate for a shit, and about to do it right there in front of me! The prospect was unbelievable. I realised I was shaking a bit as I stood up and led him through to the bathroom. He bent to take his trainers off as we got there, and I stood and fingered my hard-on through my jeans at the sight of his peachy, rounded bottom. As he stood up he twisted round to look at me, biting his lip.
'You gonna get naked?' he asked. 'Gonna wank while I shit?'
I nodded and began to strip, casting long glances at him as I did so. His body was smooth and pert, but with hairy legs and a cute little fuzz between his big nipples, and a happy trail leading down into his pants. Then he pulled them down and his dick sprang out. It was long and thick, sprouting out of dark pubes. Behind his bottom was pale and smooth and lickable. He was just stunning, and I fizzed with anticipation as I spread a plastic bag on the floor and knelt down. He turned away from me, standing over the bag, hesitated, twisted round again and looked down at me.
'You ready?' he said huskily.
I nodded, looking up at him admiringly again, and he nodded back and slowly squatted down, shuffling his feet as he got into a comfortable position. As he stuck his bottom up a bit I fixated on his smooth cheeks, and between them his crack, almost hairless but for a fringe of wiry hair. There were a few seconds of complete silence, broken only by our heavy breathing. Then he grunted softly. Slowly his hole puckered open, and the rounded tip of his turd emerged. It paused, then eased out an inch or so as he grunted and strained a little, and then again, and again. It was quite thick and solid, slightly lumpy, and its rich, orangey-brown colour glistened in the light through the window. His smell hit me. It was fiercely, madly erotic; a thick, meaty, ripe pong that filled the room and made me whimper involuntarily. I was so hard it hurt.
'Okay?' he asked urgently.
'Mm, yeah! Ooh ... it smells. I like it!'
He grunted again in reply, strained lightly, and his turd began to slide out. It curled slightly forwards as it came, hissing and crackling, until it hung from him like a crooked brown finger. Then it dropped and landed on the bag with a rustling thud. His hole clenched up behind it, squeezing away a little lump, but then opened again in a few seconds as another turd slid satisfyingly down his chute. It drew a contented grunt from him as it curled from his bottom, broke off and dropped next to the first. He followed it with another, and then another and another. I could scarcely believe what was happening as Ben's vivid-brown shit piled up underneath him, with his grunts and slimy crackling filling my ears and his stink roaring up my nose. I wasn't even wanking, but I was edging constantly, dribbling pre-cum onto the floor.
'Ooh ... oh that's better! Feels good...' He turned his head to look at me, his eyes wide. 'Ooh ... you like it? Like my shit?'
'Mmm! Oh yes! Fucking hell it's good!'
He was wanking now, slowly, getting turned on as he realised that I really was enjoying watching him doing that most private thing. A slow, sexy smirk spread across his face.
'So fucking hot shitting for you like this,' he grunted. 'I still feel like I really need a shit too ... oh yeah, another one's coming ... ooh!'
He looked away and farted, all wet and rasping, and his hole puckered out again. His shit was a bit smoother now, and not so thick. He curled out two long, sinuous logs that hissed softly as they slid from him, and dropped across his first ones to make a hefty coiled pile underneath him.
'Mm!' I breathed approvingly. 'Big one!'
'Yeah!' he grunted back. 'So smelly too. You like it?'
'Oh yes!' I sniffed deeply, drinking in his stink. 'Smells so fucking nice! You finished?'
'Nearly, yeah.'
His dirty hole squelched open as he strained, pinched shut, then opened again as he began finishing his shit. His turds were small and soft, and they piled up on top of his load, glistening and slimy, one after another. Every time I thought he'd finished he grunted and did another one, until finally his hole flared and puckered but nothing came from it, and he twisted round to look at me again.
'I'm done.'
'Mm! God your shit's beautiful! Can I wipe your arse for you?'
'Ooh, yeah, love you to!'
My hand was shaking a bit again as I reached for the toilet paper. Meanwhile, he rocked forward onto his knees and pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his anus properly, all brown and smeared, clicking softly as he pushed it out. I could hardly believe what I was doing as I reached in with a pad of folded paper until I felt it beneath my fingers, then wiped slowly backwards across it. The paper came away with a big brown smear across it. I folded the paper and did it again, and then a third time. The smear was thinner and smaller this time, and I dropped the used paper onto the bag by his shit.
'Ooh!' he breathed. 'Feels nice! Wipe me a bit harder.'
I folded another bit and wiped him a bit more firmly, back and forth this time. He grunted his approval, so I did it again, tore of another few sheets and repeated it. By now the paper was coming away with just faint brown streaks across it, so I folded one more load and rubbed vigorously at him. He gasped a little. Then as I pushed the toilet roll to one side he turned around and our eyes met. He had his cock in his hand, with a bead of pre-cum glistening on its swollen end. He glanced down at his chunky pile whose smell was hanging thickly around us, then back to me.
'Go on,' he whispered. 'Cum all over my shit.'
We began wanking together, slowly at first but then harder and harder. My eyes dropped and fixed on his shit; that awesome, filthy thing he'd done for me, and I began to gasp and edge. His breathing got suddenly heavier and he began to gasp too. Then we came simultaneously, so hard we both cried out loud as we shot our spunk all over his turds.
He came over again only a couple of days later. This time he wasn't desperate when he arrived at my place, and we sat and talked for a while, getting to know each other a bit. He was a lot younger than me and we didn't have very much in common, but he was a well-meaning sort of lad and I liked his cocky manner and his silly sense of humour. He was telling me about how he'd left the bathroom door unlocked once, and as he'd hoped the girl he was seeing had walked in on him having a shit. He laughed about how she'd screwed up her nose and got out quickly. Then he leaned to one side and let out a big fart.
'Phew ... that stinks!' he chuckled.
The smell got to me then, and his face grew more serious as I sniffed at it and began to get hard, and he said quietly that he was really starting to need a shit. He just wanted me to watch him do it again this time, he said slightly coyly, but that now he was sure he was comfortable about shitting in front of me he might be open to putting some of my fantasies into action next time. He broke off suddenly and winced, and then without a word he got up and turned around right in front of me. He pulled his pants down a little and stuck that gorgeous smooth arse of his out, and I leaned in to let him fart right in my face. He did it twice, and then quickly clenched his hole as if sniffed at his smell and wanked and whimpered with anticipation.
'I really need a shit bad now,' he grinned.
He did it onto a plastic bag again, kneeling this time so he could take his time over it without hurting his legs. He grunted sexily as his tight little hole began to open. His shit was harder than before; his first turd less sinuous and more like a lumpy, tawny-brown log that made a loud 'thump' as a few thick inches broke off from it and dropped to the floor. He gave another little grunt as he pushed out the rest of it, tapering to a neat point as it slid cleanly from his hole. I leaned in closer, sniffing, and he strained a little and did another one, smoother and longer, like a thick brown sausage that tapered off suddenly. It bent and toppled over as it hit the floor and curled over the two fat logs he'd already produced, and he farted onto it and did another one. He began to wank as he knelt there, his dirty little hole puckering in and out. Then he cocked his arse up a bit further, did another little gassy fart and one more long, sinuous turd that curled and broke and dropped lump after lump, sliding from him with a lovely little crackling sound. When he'd finished he stayed there a space, grinning cutely as he knelt bare-bottomed over the big pile he'd made.
'Oh fucking hell!' I breathed. 'Oh ... mm, it smells so fucking nice!'
I've always been turned on by the smell of a hot guy's shit, but the smell a stranger leaves in the toilet cubicle is a world away from lying behind Ben, sniffing his shit as it curled out of him inches away from me. It turned me on beyond belief. He was wanking too, and he shuffled forward and turned around, his face intense. He glanced down at what he'd done, and then looked straight back at me.
'Sniff it,' he said softly. 'Go on, I know you wanna. Get your face right near it. Yeah, like that. Now, sniff...'
I nearly gagged with the smell, and moaned. Then I steeled myself and leaned in closer still, until my nose was nearly touching his pile and I could feel its hotness on my face. I looked at intently, studying its cracks and curls, the bits in it, sniffing deeply at his stink. I was worshipping his shit; rock hard and wanking, drinking in the obscene beauty of this gorgeous lad's excrement.
'I want your shit,' I breathed. 'Make me your toilet. I wanna be your toilet!'
'Yeah?' he said, his voice husky and excited. 'Want me to shit on you?'
'Oh god yes. Will you squat over me and do it?'
'Ooh, yeah, I'll do that! Now, d'you wanna wipe my arse for me?'
He loved having his bottom wiped. He grunted contentedly, wanked as I rubbed at his tight, rippling little hole and showed him each stained piece of paper before I discarded it. As soon as I'd got him he turned round with his dick in his hand, and shot all over his pile.
I had to go out and there wasn't time to play next time he had a shit at mine; just for him to kneel down over a plastic bag again, with me watching. His turds were very firm that day, and he grunted so sexily as he slowly pushed out his first cracked log. The smell enveloped me; not quite as strong as usual, but still insanely erotic. The rustling thud as four cracked, dense inches dropped to the floor rang in my ears. He grunted again and pushed out a bit more, and turned to look at me with intense eyes and a fat brown tail hanging from him.
'Mmm! Such a big shit ... wish you were shitting on me!'
'Yeah?' He grinned. 'Where'd you like me to do it? Go on, tell me what you want me to do.'
He gave another little strain and his log slid out of him and dropped next to the first, banana-shaped and slimy. I sniffed deeply once again, edging even though I wasn't touching my dick.
'I wanna take it in the face. Have you squat over me and take a big shit right on my face ... or on my chest...'
'Yeah! Yeah I'll shit on you, I'll squat and fart and take a big dump on your ... ooh, another's coming ... uh!'
He broke off in a loud grunt, and farted softly as his hole eased open again. His shit was thick and rope-like, coiling lazily from his flaring arsehole and snapping off time and again. Lump after thick lump thudded softly onto the brown pile underneath him. He wanked his cock and sighed with relief as he pushed out the end of it. When he'd finished I wiped his dirty little hole clean, drawing little squeaks and gasps from him as I rubbed at it, and as soon as I'd finished he spun round and wanked off with me over his shit.
Finally the day came when I was in all day, and I was already horny when he texted to say he needed a shit. I texted back telling him to get himself round to my place, and then went to get everything ready. I cleared everything off the bathroom floor to give myself room to lie down flat, put a couple of bags to hand ready to dispose of everything in, and a toilet roll nearby for him to wipe with when he'd finished. My phone bleeped as I did it:
On the train n holdin in a big shit. Trying not 2 fart!
He turned up half an hour later, with a visible bulge in the front of his jeans and the horniest, most intense look on his face. As I shut the front door behind him he stuck his bottom out and farted, and then turned around and gave me a hug as the thick smell hung around us. He farted again as we went into the living room.
'I really need a shit,' he grinned. 'I've not been since Tuesday.'
'Mm! Nearly two days ... and your farts smell so fucking nice. Do you need to go right now, or can you hang on for a bit?'
'I can wait a bit ... not long though. I'll be touching cloth soon!'
He shot me a sexy little smile as he shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. He looked so horny sitting there, squirming a bit, getting more and more desperate for the toilet. The prospect of actually being his toilet – lying under him and taking his big shit straight from his gorgeous arse – was just amazing. Every so often he let go a little, gassy, need-a-shit fart, and the smell turned me on even more. He wriggled again, and looked at me under his eyebrows, his eyes deep and intense.
'I, er ... I really need a shit now. I wanna go to the toilet!'
We both stood up slowly, him clenching his cheeks and me trembling all over in excitement, and stripped naked. I couldn't help looking him up and down, transfixed by the lithe beauty of his smooth, pert body, and his big, shapely cock jutting out in front of him. I couldn't take my eyes off his bottom as I followed him through the house, studying every curve of his smooth cheeks, with my dick bobbing and pulsing as I anticipated what he was about to do to me. He was going to make me his toilet, give me his big smelly shit, and there was nothing in the world I wanted more! In the bathroom he turned to me, his cock twitching.
'Lie down,' he breathed.
The floor was hard and unforgiving as I sat down and lay back, spread-eagled across it. He stood over me, wanking slowly, then stepped over me and knelt slowly down. I studied his arse as it came closer and closer, until it was hanging inches above my chest, cheeks apart to show off his wrinkled little hole. It rippled as he relaxed a little, then quickly pinched up tight again. His hairy legs pressed against my sides, holding me in position, helpless and submissive, his toilet just waiting to be used.
'Ready...?'
'Yes!' I moaned, my dick so hard it was painful. 'Oh yes ... make me your toilet ... I wanna be your toilet!'
'Oh yeah...' he gasped back. 'Oh God I'm so ... oh I'm gonna shit! I can't hold it! Oh here it comes ... ooh!'
He gave a little gasp as his tight little hole started to pucker out towards me, opening out into a pinkish ring. And then with another ecstatic gasp I saw his shit. The pointed tip of it nosed through his opening ringpiece, paused, then pushed him open wider. It was lumpy and solid-looking; a gorgeous dull golden brown. Its smell started to reach me and he paused again, then he gave a deep, gloriously manly grunt, and a push, and it started to slide out. The lumpy point jutting from him crackled and hissed as it grew into a crooked finger, then began to bend downwards as more came out, and from his flaring hole grew a thick column. It was dense and cracked, and some of the cracks grew deeper he grunted and pushed out another inch. I stared at it in awe, and sniffed deeply as his shit-smell rolled out from him, intense and filthy and madly erotic. One of the cracks across it began to grow, right below his hole as he pushed it out, and then that great log was pulling away, breaking slowly and jaggedly apart. My heart felt as if it was about to burst from my chest. Then it dropped onto me, bent and topped backwards until its broken end landed right below my shoulder. It was hot and tacky, deliciously heavy, and the smell seemed to grow even stronger. Above me his hole twitched and squeezed shut, pinching off the end of it, where it fell heavily onto my chest.
'Oh God...' I groaned, edging like mad.
'Okay?' he asked hoarsely. 'I got more. Still got a big one up me arse. Want it...?
'Yes! Yes! Shit on me Ben ... gimme your shit!'
There were brown smears on the insides of his cheeks, leading into his hole, which was no longer pink but dull, sticky brown. It twitched, clicking slimily, and then started to pucker open, as far above me he let out another wonderfully manly grunt. His hole opened a bit wider, and he began easing out another hefty turd. It was smoother and greasier than the first, glistening as the light caught it, and sliding fluidly out of him with a delightful hiss. It set me off edging again, and I was dimly aware of the pre-cum trickling constantly from my hard, hurting dick. Then his turd broke off short, fell heavily onto me, and at the same time started to slide out faster. He grunted in satisfaction as his bowels emptied out, and I whimpered and edged and finally cried out aloud as one thick, sausage-like turd after another piled up on my chest. The heat and sliminess and sheer filthiness of it overpowered me, along with his thick smell. I was his toilet, degraded and shat on, and it felt wonderful! He grunted again as one last slim turd curled out of him and fell into his pile.
'Ooh ... yeah,' he breathed. 'Big shit! Phew, it fucking stinks!'
He reached forward and began to stroke my cock for the first time, until I whimpered and batted his hand away.
'Stop it! Stop or I'll cum!'
'Yeah, fucking spunk all over yourself. You're my fucking toilet, getting off on my shit. I ain't finished either...'
He kept me there for what seemed like eternity, pinned and helpless between his legs. Every so often his bottom heaved and his hole puckered out, and each time I edged as I waited for more. Twice he farted on me, little wet gassy ones that just added to the sensation. Then his filthy hole squelched open again with another little fart, and he grunted and strained and pushed out a couple more little nuggets. As soon as the last one had broken away and dropped he half-squatted, turned around and knelt back down over me, his face intense, with his swollen dick in his hand. He began wanking, slowly at first but then harder and faster, screwing his face up and breathing deep and hoarse. And then he came, harder than I'd ever seen a guy cum before, and he yelped and gasped as he shot his sticky cum all over my chest and his big shit, a great gout of it spurted up onto my face. His dick was still jerking and spurting when I too fell off the edge, and spunked all over his back and legs, and his satisfied, unwiped bottom.
After that he used to message me regularly, usually in the early afternoon:
Hey. U in? I wanna go 2 the toilet ;-)
An hour later he'd be standing over me stroking his hard-on, with that intense look on his face he got when he was really turned on. It brought out his dominant top side, and his dick would pulse with excitement as he pinned me between his legs and squatted or knelt down over me, whilst mine went mad with the submission and humiliation and sheer filthiness of being his toilet. I fucking loved lying there underneath him, trembling and whimpering with my heart trying to burst out of my chest, watching in dazed awe as his hole twitched and rippled, and began to pucker out, and he grunted.
His bowels never let me down: his shits were firm and healthy, and usually massive. He'd slowly curl out a hefty, solid turd that fell onto me in three or four thick logs. Then he'd wait for a good minute or two , wanking idly as I moaned and edged below him, revelling in the weight and the heat and the smell, before he began to push again. His grunts as he did so were so masculine, awesomely sexy, and I'd be edging once more by the time his hole squelched softly open again. Now his shit was slimmer and smoother, and the crackle and hiss and gassy farts rang in my ears as it piled up. Then he'd stop, and once more he'd keep me waiting, teetering on the edge of cumming, before finally he downloaded the last of his shit onto his moaning, grateful toilet. Afterwards I'd lie there in dazed ecstasy as he wiped his bottom. Sometimes I did it for him, but more often I played the completely passive role, lying helpless as he reached round and rubbed at his dirty little hole, and then dropped his used toilet paper onto me. Then finally he'd turn round, and together we'd wank off over what he'd done.
He used to shit in front of me as well. He'd kneel on all fours with his arse in the air, fart in my face, and then as I sniffed at his smell and started to moan with anticipation he'd slowly push out his turtle's head. At his bidding I'd get my nose right in between his cheeks, until I could feel the warmth of his turd on the end of my nose and the smell was like a big hit of poppers. Then he'd kneel up, lower his gorgeous bottom down with his legs well apart, and start to shit. I used to lie right down, and look up almost from floor level as his tight little hole opened and squeezed around the cracks and lumps of his thick, glistening turds. They thudded onto the floor right in front of me, almost hitting me a couple of times. The sound rang in my ears and his smell gassed me. The third or fourth time he did that it was the biggest shit I'd ever seen him do; a huge, manly toilet-blocker of a dump. His logs weren't massive, but they just kept on coming, and every time I thought he was done he grunted, farted softly and began doing some more. It was so smelly! When he was done he turned around slowly, wanking his dick. I stared in fascination at the curled, cracked, stinking brown mound in front of me, and then looked up into his piercing eyes.
'Sniff it,' he hissed. 'Go on ...yeah, like that. Get yer nose right in there ... mmm, yeah! Does it smell nice?'
I nodded dumbly and whimpered in my throat. The stink was battering at my brain, and I could feel the hotness of his shit on my face. I stared at it in wonderment again, marvelling at this awesome, revoltingly erotic thing he'd just done for me.
'Rub yer face in it,' he said quietly. 'Go on ... get right into it ... feel my shit.'
I gulped. In that moment there was nothing I wanted to do more. I was close to his exquisite shit, and now I wanted to be in it. I swallowed again, steeling myself to do it and teetering on the edge of cumming. Above me he was wanking intently, and his breathing was harsh.
'Go on,' he breathed again. 'Feel my shit. And sometime soon I'm gonna squat over you and push out a big turd right into your face. Go on ... find out what it feels like...'
My last resistance crumbled. I took a deep, slow breath from right above his hot, reeking shit, and clamped my mouth shut. I hesitated just a second or two longer, whimpering uncontrollably, and then slowly nosed my way down. His shit was clammy and warm and firm, and the smell seemed to redouble. It was horrible, and it was amazing. Almost as soon as I did it, as I came up for only my second or third breath of shit-laden air, I came. And as I gasped and gagged and spunked all over the floor I was dimly aware of his yelping, and the hot sticky cum spattering across my back and into my hair.
The next time he did it into my hands. I was trembling with excitement again as he turned around and knelt on the sofa, with his legs well apart and his arse out; his favourite position to shit in. He'd been out drinking the night before and he was quite gassy, and the room already smelled of the meaty farts he'd been letting out as the need to shit mounted. It turned him on mightily, and his dick was like a ramrod. So was mine. Slowly I reached down and cupped my hands under his clenched hole, and felt the little puff of warm gas on my palm as he farted again.
'Uh,' he breathed. 'Really need to shit ... ooh, here it comes!'
His shit was smoother than usual, and darker, and very big. It curled sinuously from him like a lazy, thick snake. He grunted with satisfaction, and his flaring little hole crackled and hissed, and let out little gassy farts as his shit went on and on. I gasped softly as I felt it touch down on my fingers, and then it slid and curled back into my palms, all hot and greasy and nasty. His brown hole squelched loudly shut.
'Ooh!' he sighed. 'Oh yeah, feels so good ... I love takin' a shit ... phew, it fuckin' stinks!'
'Mm! Yeah! Smells really fucking nice! Have you finished?'
He shook his head, and my dick started to bob up and down with excitement. Then he gave that awesomely masculine little grunt of his and farted out another gassy, sticky turd, and then another long, slim one. His stink hung around us like fog as he knelt there, bucking his hips and grunting as he finished his big, mushy hangover shit into my hands, and I leaned in to let my dick dribble pre-cum all over the brown pile. It was so hot and heavy and it stank so much; so tremendously dirty and so unbelievably hot! Finally he pinched his shitty hole up one more time, shuffled forward a bit and turned around. He raised an eyebrow knowingly as he clocked me standing there, on the verge of cumming all over his shit.
'Go on,' he breathed. 'Get yer face in that...'
I whimpered as I lifted it slowly up, until it was inches from my nose, and nearly gagged with the smell. I couldn't push my face in this one, surely? It was just too nasty. Then I saw his expression, as intense as I'd ever seen him, with just the hint of a smile playing across his lips. I was getting off on his shit and he loved it! He was wanking madly, and I heard him starting to breathe harder as I looked back to his shit, closed my eyes and clamped my mouth shut. Slowly I lifted it up further, gagging again. Then suddenly he came, and shouted out aloud as he spurted his load all over my face and hair, and the pile of shit I was holding right up to it.
Sometimes we did something different altogether, and indulged his exhibitionist side. He liked shitting outside with me watching. At first I used to pick him up from the station in my car, and we'd drive out into the countryside. We'd park up on a quiet country road and disappear behind the hedge. I'd sit wand watch and wank as he looked furtively around him, pulled his tracksuit and boxer shorts down around his thighs, and squatted down. His shit was vivid brown against the grass, and his dick got very hard as he curled out his long, thick turds and the smell thickened around us. He got even more excited as I wiped his bottom. Doing that outside felt so naughty, and as soon as I'd finished we both wanked off and shot all over his pile. Then we got bolder, doing it in places where he was likely to be seen. I'd pull up in a lay-by on a main road, and he'd get out and do it on the verge. He left the door open and squatted facing the car, so I could see his dick and balls hanging down, and behind them the thick golden curls dropping from his bottom and piling up below him, and the furtive expression on his face. He got back in the car with his dick bulging out his trousers, and we'd wank off together before we drove on.
Then one day we did it in town, on a patch of waste ground behind the fence, with people walking by on the road only a few feet away. He sat backwards on an old chair someone had dumped there, hung his bottom over the front, and grunted softly as he began pushing out a thick log. His shit was huge that day, and solid, and he did it slowly. Two or three times he sat for a good minute, wanking slowly, straining and pushing his dirty little hole in and out, then leaned forward slightly and sighed with relief as he curled out another long turd. I watched him in awe, marvelling at the size and beauty of what he was doing, and wishing desperately that we were doing it at home, where I could sniff it and wank and plunge my face into his turds.
That's what I did the next time he shat for me, back at home again. Sitting backwards on a chair was good, he said; more comfortable than squatting and sexier than kneeling for a long, leisurely dump. So he did it on one of my kitchen chairs, with his tight white T-shirt riding up his shapely back and showing off his pale bottom for me as I knelt behind him, naked and edging. His hole flared out and in a couple of times as he farted sharply. I leaned in closer, breathing in his thick smell, heard him grunt deeply, then watched from just a few inches away as his hole flared again and the knobbly end of his turd nosed through it, jutting out like a brown buttplug.
'Oh yeah!' he grunted. 'Been dyin' for this shit for ages. Feels so nice ... ooh...'
His voice tailed off as his hole opened up a bit wider, and his long log began to crackle and squelch its way out. He grew a long, glistening tail that pulled stickily apart and thudded loudly onto the floor, and then another one. This one grew six inches and more from his arse, tapering off as it went so it was slightly cone-shaped, and then hung from him for a space. I leaned in so close I could feel its warmth, staring intently at its lumps and cracks, seized with an almost uncontrollable desire to put my tongue out and lick it. The air was potent with his smell. Then right in front of my face he pinched it off, and the thud as it dropped rang in my ears. He looked around, smirking and stroking his cock.
'Like my shit?' he hissed. 'Gonna get yer face in it when I'm done? Yeah! Uh ... you gotta wait a bit. I ain't finished ... still loads up me arse! Ooh, another one's coming!'
He grunted and farted, curled out another hefty turd, and I edged harder than ever. His smell was just wonderful that day, and his shit more beautiful than ever. It was curled and chunky and such a fantastic colour. I knelt there staring at it, and up at his hole, all covered with sticky brown residue, tight and wrinkled one moment, then pushing out and down as he strained and yet more came out of him. Now his shit was long and slim and sinuous. It hissed softly, one slim brown curl after another flopped down onto his pile.
'That's it,' he said hoarsely. 'I'm done. Oh fuckin' hell that feels nice.'
I barely heard him. I was transfixed by the big heap of curls and lumps he'd made, my face was almost touching it and his heady stink was blasting into my nose. My mouth was dry, my heart thumping and my dick going crazy. As he turned around and began to wank over me I shut my mouth and eyes firmly, and plunged my face into his shit. He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed it about, smearing his filth all over my nose and cheeks.
'There,' he said softly as he did it. 'Get yer face covered in it. Really feel it ... feel my shit. Nice, yeah?'
I whimpered and nodded. The intense smell was making me gag and his shit was slimy and warm on my skin. It was horrible, disgusting; but so fucking horny. Suddenly I was right on the verge of cumming.
'Good. Want me to do it right on you next time...? Go to the toilet on yer face?'
He released me, and in an instant I looked up, saw his beautiful form dimly through half-closed eyes, and shot all over the floor.
In the end I had to wait a bit. He picked up a dose of food poisoning the following week – probably from the cheap kebabs he liked eating – and for a couple of days he spent most of his time in the bathroom, squirting diarrhoea into the toilet and puking into a bucket. Even when he was over the worst his bowels took a while to get back to normal. He was on the verge of shitting himself the first time he came over, and he tore down his pants in a frenzy and plonked his arse down on the toilet. His mouth fell open with relief as his loose shit splattered and splashed in the bowl, and the stink filled the room. It wasn't his normal smell: it was sharper and nastier, and when he stood up to show me what he'd done I saw his shit was very yellowy in colour.
'Oh fucking hell!' he gasped, as he farted wetly and let go another torrent. 'Got the shits so bad. You gonna wipe me arse for me? I'm gonna need it...'
The next time he was quite a bit better. He wasn't desperate when he arrived, and we wandered down to the patch of waste ground again. Someone had cleared away most of the rubbish that had been dumped there and the chair we'd used the previous time was gone, so instead he simply squatted down in the sunshine. He grunted softly as he took his dump. It came out quickly, thick but slightly mushy, coiling around like a fat brown snake and piling up underneath him. It was nearly back to his normal colour, and the smell was to die for. I began edging long before he'd finished, and no sooner had the last little turd slipped out of him than he turned around, we both wanked off over it, and spattered our creamy white spunk all over his glistening brown pile. As we walked back past the spot, on the other side of the fence, his smell still hung faintly in the air.
Three days after that I knelt right behind him in the bathroom, with my nose nearly in his crack as he did it doggy-style. I could feel the hotness of the long, lumpy logs he pushed out; the slimy sound and the slow succession of soft, squelchy thuds seemed incredibly loud; his vapour trail gassed me and set me off whimpering. His smell was back to normal: it was fierce and heady, but somehow fresh and inviting as well. In the long, pregnant pauses between his turds he got me to get my nose right into his pile and sniff it, and then as I began to edge and whimper he grunted that another one was coming, and I leaned back a bit and watched in awe as he curled it out. It took him nearly ten minutes to finish. When he was done he made me wipe his bottom for him before he knelt me down over his obscene, stinking pile, took the back of my head and pushed me down into it.
'Now,' he hissed as he rubbed me from side to side. 'Next time you're gonna be my toilet for real. I wanna shit on your face! Want that? You ready to take my shit in the face?'
I groaned and held up my thumb, and came all over the floor as he shot all over me.
Only a few days later the message arrived:
Hey u in? I wanna go 2 the toilet ;-)
I fuzzed with excitement as I got everything ready, with my cock all stiff and uncomfortable in my pants. He texted a couple of times, saying that he was starting to need a shit badly, and that he thought it was going to be a huge one. Then he sent me a selfie of him sitting in his seat on the train, wearing the pensive expression he often had when he was holding in a big load. He was so sexy, and the sight of his need-a-shit face turned me on even more. Twenty minutes later my heart bounded as he knocked at the door. As I followed him into the living room I couldn't take my eyes off his gorgeous arse, and I started to tremble all over at the thought of what it was soon going to be doing to me.
'I ate so much yesterday,' he grinned. 'I 'ad eggs for me lunch too, an' they always make me do big turds. Ooh ... I'm gonna fart.'
He stood up in front of me, turned around and pulled down his pants, and stuck his bubble bum out towards me. I leaned forward and buried my face between his cheeks, and moaned as he farted in my face. His smell was delectable that day; not as overpowering as it sometimes was, but fresh and ripe and crazily erotic.
'I gotta fart again,' he breathed. 'Been saving it for you...'
He clenched his hole tight and held in his gas as I stripped naked behind him, finally letting my throbbing dick loose from the confines of my pants. Then I lay down on the floor, and he came and knelt over me, lowing his arse down until it was touching my face and I could smell the muskiness of his hole. He farted on me again and again, wanking me gently as he gassed me with his wonderful farts. Then he lifted himself up a little bit and let his hole open a little, and through it peeped the tip of his turd.
'See it?' he hissed. 'Can yer see my shit?'
I could only moan in reply. His hole clenched up again, and the brown lump receded back inside him. He was wanking himself now, milking his big cock with long, slow strokes.
'I really need a shit now,' he said softly. 'My arse is so full. I wanna do it on yer. I wanna take this big fuckin' dump all over yer face.'
'Oh god,' I moaned. 'Oh yes ... shit on me ... make me your toilet. Give me your shit...'
I'd never felt desire as intense. I was shaking all over as he stood up, waving his hard-on over me, and then he pulled me upright and led me through to the bathroom. I fixated on his arse again as we walked, fascinated by the movement of his beautiful buttocks. In the bathroom he turned to me, with his hard-on jutting out like a gun, and watched as I put my glasses on to keep it out of my eyes.
'Lie down.'
The floor was cool and hard as I lay down on it, spread-eagled, looking up at him as he stood over me. He was stroking his big cock and smiling; that faintly dominant, oh-so-sexy little smirk he gave when he was about to give me his shit. He stepped over me and straddled me, and grinned again as he clocked me shaking and sweating. My heart felt as if it was about to burst through my chest, and it pounded all the harder when he turned around and squatted. His cheeks parted, showing me his crack and his tight little hole, coming closer as he lowered himself down into a high squat, with his arse a foot or so above my waiting face. The silence was total, except for his hoarse breathing, and mine, and the little, uncontrollable whimpers I kept making as I waited.
'Uh,' he grunted. 'Oh fuckin' hell, I really gotta shit now. You ready?'
'Oh God,' I groaned. 'Yes, do it now ... gimme your shit!'
'Yeah! Ooh ... uh ... oh yeah, here it comes!'
I clamped my mouth tight shut. Above me his arse heaved, opening his crack wider, and deep within it his hole began to flare out a little. He farted softly and pinched it up again. A second or so later his smell reached me, all fresh and thick, and it made me tremble and moan. He grunted. Then his hole slowly began to flare outwards again. Another sharp little fart came from him, the sound of the last bits of gas that come right before a big, much-needed shit. Then his hole flared wider, and the tip of his turd began to peep out once more. He grunted again, tailing off into a contented sigh. His turd was quite slim at first, like a crooked brown finger coming slowly towards my face. But then it suddenly got thicker, and more gas hissed from him as he opened up wider, gasping slightly with the sensation. I lay and watched it come slowly towards me, the hard, knobbly finger dangling from his thick, cracked log, twisting around slowly and starting to pull away. The filthy crackling sound rang in my ears, and his smell hit me in full force. My cock was twitching and dribbling. Then the tip of his turd dropped, and I almost came. It landed right over my nose, the end flopping down over my nostrils and nearly touching my lips. It was hot and slimy, and it reeked.
'Uh,' he grunted. 'Ooh...'
He strained again and his log slid out further, thick and lumpy and glistening. I lay helpless and stared at it, fascinated and appalled and turned on beyond belief, sniffing deeply at the stink of his shit. Then it snapped off and dropped. It hit me like a punch in the mouth, then toppled over and fell heavy back across my face with its jagged, broken end right up under my left eye. My head spun as I struggled to wake in what was happening to me. Gorgeous Ben was shitting on me, making me his toilet; covering my face in his hot, reeking shit. I tried desperately to stop myself cumming. He grunted contentedly above me, and shuffled his feet a bit, moving himself back an inch or two, until his dirty hole was right over my eyes. My heart raced. Then he grunted, strained, and sighed loudly as his turd began to slide out once more. The slimy crackling rang in my ears as he grew another glistening brown tail. Slowly but surely it came nearer and nearer, until its hot end touched down on the bridge of my nose and it began to bend to the side, covering the left lens of my glasses and starting to block out my vision. It paused a second or two, and then with another soft little grunt it fell, and it was as if the world had caved in on me. It landed right across my eyes, blocking out everything but the chinks of light coming in around the edges. The weight and the hotness and that incredible smell drove me wild. Dimly, I realised I was dribbling pre-cum everywhere, and I could feel my dick twitching even though I wasn't touching it.
'Ooh,' he breathed. 'Yeah ... feels so nice. Cor, and you're nearly cumming, ain't ya! Wanna cum while I finish my shit...?'
I groaned and held up my thumb. I was helpless and degraded, pinned between his legs with my face covered in his turds, buried and blinded by a heavy, hot pile of his waste, and gagging from the intense smell. It was disgusting beyond belief, and all I wanted was more of it.
'Good,' he grunted. 'Ooh, I got another one coming!'
High above me he farted, sharp and loud, and I tensed up in anticipation.
'Ooh yeah ... here it comes...'
He farted again, longer and wetter this time, and at once his hole began to crackle loudly. It seemed to go on forever, and then another hefty lump landed, and another and another. It was all over my face; on my forehead and down to my chin, and starting to slide down my cheeks. I could hardly breathe, and the stink was hammering at my brain like poppers. I was on the edge of cumming now, and above me I could hear him grunting and wanking, breathing harder and harder as he did it. Surely he must have finished now, I thought vaguely. Then he farted again.
'Oh fucking hell!'
He came right as he pushed out the last of his turds. It tipped him over the edge, and he yelped and shot his cum across the room and all over my legs, and at the same moment I came too. It was like an explosion, all over my chest and stomach and the pile on my face. I'd never shot so hard in my life. Then it was over, and I turned my head sharply to the right and let his pile slide off. I was shaking and retching as he helped me into the shower.
'So,' he grinned later, as we sat with a beer. 'You've gone and done it, taken it in the face for the first time. Was it good?'
'What do you think?!'
'Heh, yeah, you did cum a bit hard! Was fucking awesome for me too. I can't wait til we do it again!'
Nor can I. But that's another story.
THE END
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