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Chris Sits on the Toilet
I'd been sitting for about fifteen minutes, fidgeting impatiently, before I heard the knock at the door. My stomach felt all tight and my heart was thumping a bit as I went to open it, even though I'd done this several times before. Chris was standing on the doorstep, his smiley tanned face wearing his usual cool, slightly cheeky expression. The diamond studs in his ears glinted in the sun and the breeze lightly ruffled his hair. His jeans fitted well around his shapely legs, and he was only wearing a light spring jacket so his T-shirt could show off his body. He isn't a fitness fanatic but he does exercise quite a lot and he eats well, and at 23 years old he's rangy and fit. He shot me his usual cocky grin as he came in and took his jacket off, T-shirt riding up a bit over his smooth tummy as he hung it up.
'How you doing?' he asked, in his twanging Estuary accent. 'You bin up to much?'
'Nah, not a lot. Not since you were last here. Just work mainly.'
'Yeah, same here. But ... look, I really need a shit!'
'Can't wait a bit?' I asked hopefully. I always liked to sit and chat for a bit, and let the anticipation build up. 'Want a cup of tea or something?'
'Nah not this time, sorry. I ain't got that much time before I have to be at work, and anyway, I'm havin' to hold this one in! Started to need a shit after breakfast and then it kinda went away for a bit, but when I were on me way over here I really started to need one again!'
'Heh, okay then. Come on...'
I let him past me, and followed him through the house to the bathroom at the back. He was tall – a bit over six foot – and slim, and as he walked I ogled his pert, rounded arse through his jeans. In the bathroom I shut the door behind us, and glanced up to check the window was closed as well. The light streaming in through it made his hair glow again and shone on his bronzed skin, and emphasised his pert young masculinity. He put down the toilet seat and unbuckled his belt with nimble fingers. Then he turned around to me and winked, and pulled down his jeans. He had a semi that bulged out the crotch of his boxer shorts until he pulled them down too, and his big cock bounced free from out of his dense, dark pubes. He sat down, drew his legs in and looked up at me, his face all intense despite his horny little smile.
'Staying there, or yer wanna watch it go?'
'Ooh, I wanna see it! Hold it a second.'
I stepped forward and to the right so that I was next to him, right up against the washbasin, pulling down my pants as I went. In front of me he shuffled well forward on the seat and settled back into the classic position of a lad having a dump, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his T-shirt riding up from his naked bottom. He hitched it up a bit further, well clear of what was about to happen. I stood and looked down on him, his position on the seat and the bright sunshine giving me a perfect view past his pale cheeks and down into the bowl. He looked so awesomely hot and yet oddly vulnerable as he sat there, about to do that most private thing right in front of me. My dick was rock hard, thrusting out towards him as he fidgeted on the seat, and throbbing as I heard him draw breath.
Chris seems always to rock forward ever so slightly as he shits. His bottom relaxed and filled out on the seat, and from underneath him came a little hiss and a slimy crackle. His turds are dense and solid and smooth, and a long one extended slowly down from him like a thick brown column. The end of it dropped away suddenly.
'Plop!'
The smell hit me as his brown tail grew slowly longer again. I love the smell of a hot young guy's shit, and Chris's is so fucking nice. It's raw and pungent, with a kind of cloying thickness to it that makes it even more exciting; not so strong that you could really smell it outside the cubicle when he's having a dump in a public toilet, but potent enough to fill the room and make my dick throb.
'Plomp ... plomp, plop ... plip!'
His turd curled and snapped, and the big brown logs he dropped sent water splashing up on his smooth cheeks. I stood and watched on, loving the sight of this fit hunk sitting bare-bottomed with his pants around his ankles, the hiss and squeak of his turd sliding out and the splashes that echoed in the room. Then it tapered off suddenly and his hole pinched shut, squashing away one more slim turd. There was a little brown smear either side of it when he flared it out again. Below him two chunky logs floated in the toilet, with two or three smaller ones nestled among them. The smell filled the bathroom like steam from the shower, and I leaned in a bit closer, sniffing eagerly.
He shuffled back on the seat, blocking my view down into the bowl, and fumbled his dick down. He was pretty hard, but he still let out a long, splashy stream of piss that ended in a few loud spurts. Then he leaned forward a little, drew breath and strained again, and his arse squelched and farted softly.
'Plop ... ploop ... ploop ... ploop.'
I glanced over at his face. Chris always wears this really serious expression when he's having a shit, and his mouth hardens cutely as he strains. This is how he pretty much always shits, too: a big solid log, a piss, and then this long, gassy flow. Sometimes when he's not been eating so well he does looser, smaller ones, but usually he does huge, firm loads that leave big skidmarks in the toilet. He sat there impassively, pursing his lips every so often, with his bottom crackling and squeaking softly. The smell grew thicker and more potent, hanging around us like steam from the shower. Then a last little turd peeped out, curled upwards as he pushed, and dropped silently onto his load.
'That's it, I'm done,' he said, looking round. 'Now, you gonna take a real good look at it...?'
I nodded, and he stood up and shuffled forward a few steps, pants round his ankles, so I could turn and kneel down in front of the toilet. The seat was warm when I put my hands on it, and right below me in the bowl was his shit. The snapped, twisted end of one log poked up above the water's surface at the front, and at the back it was buried under a big pile of smooth, russet-brown curls, heaped up like an island on one side. Fit young Chris's excrement was obscenely beautiful, and I wanked with my head in the toilet he'd used, drinking in the fetid smell. He really gets off on how much I like his shit, and above me I could hear him wanking too.
'Wait a sec,' he said huskily. 'Don't cum yet ... wipe me arse for me.'
Reluctantly I stood up, with my dick dribbling pre-cum, reached down and pulled some toilet roll from the holder. Next to me Chris bent his knees a bit and stuck his bottom out, still standing up straight like he does when he wipes himself, and pulled his cheeks apart. He's got a hairy little arsehole, and he flared it out beneath my fingers as I dig the paper in and clean away the stickiness from it, brought it away with a thick smear on it, and folded it to have another go. He gets excited when I wipe his bottom, and by the time I dropped the last crumpled bit of paper onto his turds he was rock hard. We closed in on the toilet together.
'Cum all over it,' he said softly. 'Fuckin' spaff all over my shit.
We began to wank, and I took a deep sniff of his smell. It drove me near to the edge and I let out a little gasp. Next to me his breathing grew heavier and he tugged faster at his cock. We both came pretty much together, and spunked all over his shit in the toilet.
Chris isn't into gay scat really. He's bi, but he's more interested in women than men most of the time, although he does admit he really likes fucking a hot guy. He's pretty vanilla too, except for his 'weird' (that's how he sees it, anyway) interest in shitting. It's not that he gets very excited by his own, but he likes someone else being turned on by it, and he does sometimes fantasise about other people on the toilet. Mainly it's women, but occasionally it's guys he fancies, and he did once watch me out of curiosity. It was too smelly and nasty for him and we never did it again, and he was never up for anything more than me watching him on the toilet. He enjoys the naughty, exhibitionist feeling of showing off something so private, and he gets a thrill out of how excited I get when I watch him. He likes it when I watch and wank and then cum all over his shit, and even though he doesn't normally let guys play with his arse, he loves having me wipe it for him.
We'd met a few months back through some personal ads where he'd been a bit vague about who he preferred, got talking and ended up meeting, since we only lived twenty minutes' walk or so from each other. Since then he'd got into the habit of coming over every few weeks, when he was in the mood and he had a bit of free time, and he needed to go to the toilet. I'm a fair bit older than him, but we've become quite friendly in a weird kind of way: he works in the same sort of job as me, and it always seems a bit surreal when we sit and talk about work for a bit before he goes to the toilet. Or perhaps that's partly why he trusts me. He always says that the reason he keeps coming back is that I'm not weird or scary, and I never try to push him to do anything he doesn't feel comfortable doing. He's right, but I'd still love him to do more, and he knows it. I fantasise about being his toilet and having him go on my face, or making him hold it until he loses control and shits his pants. It'll never happen, though, and it's still awesomely horny watching such a handsome young hunk having a shit!
The next time I saw him he let me get a bit closer. He rang me one Sunday morning when he was still in bed, horny and hung over. He was gonna get up soon, he said, with his voice all husky like it went when he was turned on.
'I'm gonna get up soon,' he said. 'And when I have a coffee I'll need a shit real bad. You ain't never seen me shit when I've got a hangover 'ave you? I block the fuckin' toilet! I ate so much yesterday too, cos we ended up getting a pizza on the way home. I got sick farts now, and I'm gonna need a massive shit soon. I can come and do it at yours, if you're free? if don't have a coffee I'll hold it okay til I get there...'
'Cool! Yeah, I'm in. Wanna come straight over?'
'Safe man, yeah. I'll have a quick shower an' be on me way.'
He got out of bed, had shower and then came straight out without any breakfast, and when he showed up half an hour later he still didn't need a shit. I gave him some toast and a cup of coffee, and we sat and chatted about some situation or other at his work that he was worried about. It was quite cute how he seemed to want my advice, though he didn't put it that way. Then he glanced down and his face stiffened, and my stomach lurched.
'I'm startin' to need a shit now,' he said quietly. 'I'm gonna fart an' all.'
He leaned forward on his chair, let out a muffled fart and grinned, and then wrinkled his nose up coyly. The smell reached me a second or two later. It was thicker and more potent than last time, and it made my dick spring to attention. We sat for a short while longer as the dull pressure in his rectum grew stronger and he started to sit stiffly in his seat and wince every so often. He looked so deliciously uncomfortable, and yet he had a hard-on the front of his tracksuits pants couldn't disguise.
'Ooh ... oh, I really need a shit now man,' he grunted. 'It's gonna be a big one ... big fuckin' hangover shit! Wanna see it come out...? Get nice and close...'
My heart thumped as we got up and went through to the bathroom. The toilet is up against the wall with the window in it, to your right as you sit on it, and on the other side there's a cupboard with the washbasin set into the top. I stood in front of it as he turned, pulled his pants down and sat on the toilet, then bent and leaned right over the top, with my head behind his back. He shuffled right forward, opening up my view into the toilet, and then bent down with his fingers on the floor and lifted his bottom up a bit, so my face was only a foot above the action. He drew breath, and then gave a long sigh, and his bottom heaved. I could just see his hole flaring out, with a long, squeaky fart that turned into a loud squelchy hiss. A thick, greasy turd peeped out for a moment, forced his hole open and surged out.
'Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop! ... Ploop!'
Hefty brown lumps fell out of him like bombs, water splashed up on the seat and his bottom, and then a longer, slimy turd left a big smear down the back of the bowl before it flopped into the water on top of the others. The end of it curled upwards, then bent down and dropped, and his dirty little hole pinched shut behind it. The smell filled the room like fog, all thick and rank and awesomely nasty.
'Ooh! I breathed. 'Phew, Chris, that really smells!'
'I know,' he chuckled. 'Hangover shit, innit. Always fuckin' stinks! Hang on, I gotta piss ... if I can!'
He shuffled backwards so that my head ended up almost sandwiched between his back and the toilet cistern. We didn't normally touch each other, so it felt weirdly intimate. He leaned back a bit and forced his cock down into the toilet, and even though he was pretty hard he managed a few spurts, and then grunted as the dam broke and he let out a long stream of piss. I fancied I could smell its sharp odour even over the cloying thickness of his bowels. Then when it was over he shuffled forward and bent again, uncovering his shit. He'd already near enough filled the toilet up, and now his bottom heaved and his brown sticky hole twitched and puckered out.
His shit was gassy and smooth. It hissed and crackled as it oozed lumpily out of him, grew a little back and downwards, and then pulled away and dropped. It went on for ages, and he gave little grunts of satisfaction as slim curls and little lumps landed on his turds. The soft plops and splashes gave way to little squelching sounds as his shit piled up out of the water. For a moment the flow stopped and his hole closed up, but at once he gave another little grunt and a strain, a sputtering fart that blasted little mushy lumps of shit onto the back of the bowl, and he opened up again in a stream of little brown worms. They dropped lightly onto the huge pile he'd done, and he farted again and did a mushy one that covered it in glutinous brown icing. When that was over he sat flaring his dirty little bumhole in and out for a moment.
'Finished,' he said. 'I'm done now. Fuck me I needed that!'
I stood up straight as he went to sit upright again, and took a step to the side so I was in front of him. He rested his elbows on his knees, looking for all the world like any other lad having his daily shit, and looked up at me grinning.
'Stinks that, doesn't it! Now, you gonna wipe me arse for me?'
He stood up and stepped away from the toilet, bent forward slightly and parted his cheeks. His bumhole was really dirty, and there was a great brown stain across the first folded pad of paper as I brought it away from his skin. He grinned wryly as I showed it to him, and then I folded it in half and reached in between his cheeks again. It took me a long time to get him clean. I reached in and rubbed at his hole with one pad after another of paper, dropping each stained piece into the front of the bowl as I finished with it so as to leave his shit uncovered as far as I could. Finally when his hole was nearly clean I could give him a harder, quicker rub that drew a little muffled gasp of enjoyment from him, and he made a grab for his cock. As soon as I'd finished he turned around with it in his hand, rock hard and oozing pre-cum from its throbbing end.
'I'm gonna cum, man!' he breathed. 'So fuckin' horny...'
So was I. We both took a step forward so that we were standing over the toilet wanking. The smell of what he'd done rose up from it. We wanked off together, all quick and excited, breathing harder and harder and starting to gasp out loud. Then suddenly his mouth fell open and his head went back, and his horny young dick fired sticky spunk all over the toilet just as I too shot all over his huge hangover shit.
I got the sense that Chris was getting into shitting for me a bit more. He didn't say so, but the whole thing just seemed to be that little bit hornier for him these days, and he wanted to do it more often as well. Only a couple of weeks later he rang me one afternoon when he had a couple of hours free before work, and he needed a shit. He hadn't been since the previous morning, and when he arrived he was clenching his bottom, and he looked so cutely self-conscious as he stood on the doorstep trying not to show his discomfort. We hustled straight through to the bathroom. He pulled his pants down gratefully and sat his bare bottom down on the toilet, but then as I went to stand next to him he looked up at me suddenly.
'I had a thought...' he said. 'Um ... well, look, y'know you always said you wanna see it come out...?
'Oh! Yeah, but...'
I was startled. I'd once asked if he'd squat for me and he'd refused point blank. Shitting was something he'd only ever done on the toilet and he didn't plan on changing that, he'd said. He'd let me get steadily closer as he did it, but I'd never thought he'd do any more than hover. Now he looked straight at me, with just a trace of a horny little grin playing across his cocky face.
'But yer didn't think I'd do it, did yer?'
'Er ... well, no,' I admitted.
'Well I will if yer want. Not this time, like. I ain't got very long and I'm gonna have to let this one go, but yeah, next time, if yer want me to squat...'
'Wow! Fucking hell, yes, I'd love to!'
'Cool.' He chuckled. 'I'll make sure I've a good big one for you! Like this one I'm gonna do right now. It's pushing at me back door ... here it comes!'
His body relaxed slightly and he let out a soft fart, and then his arse started to hiss and crackle softly. He half-closed his eyes, with a contented little smile on his lips.
'Plop ... plip-plop ... Plomp!'
The raw smell hit me and I pawed at my cock through my jeans. The squelching round from beneath him came almost to a stop, but then his expression stiffened and it speeded up again.
'Plump! Plop ... plop-ploop.'
He drew his arm back a bit, reached in and pressed his cock down so he could piss, and looked straight up at me.
'Go on, wank for me,' he said. 'Get it out and have a wank. I love how fuckin' horny you get when I'm havin' a shit. D'yer wanna suck my dick too...?'
'You what? Seriously?!'
'Yeah. I ain't had a blowjob off a guy for ages. Go on, come here and suck me dick while I'm still sitting on the bog.'
'Fucking hell, yeah, okay! Have you finished?'
'Nah. I'll hold it and finish me shit while you nosh me off. Now...'
Quickly I pulled down my pants and knelt down in front of him. He leaned back to let me in, and his hard cock popped out above the seat and thrust invitingly into my face. It tasted of piss at first, but then as I went further down on him he dribbled a bit of spunk into my mouth with a little manly grunt that he made again as I lifted my head back, then down again, and again, and again...
'Ooh...' he breathed. 'Yer good at this. Now ... another turd's coming...'
He leaned forward a bit so my head was under his chest, and I could feel his body tense up for a moment and then relax. Down here the hiss and crackle of his arse was much louder, and his smell rose up between his legs and gassed me. The first big lump sent splashback up into my face, and then he pushed my head back down his shaft and I sucked him off as he did a long, snaky turd. When I leaned back for a moment I could see it curling down from him with lumps dropping from its end. I knelt there in front of him, sucking him off and wanking, loving every second of it, and the sounds he was making told me that he was enjoying it too. His body relaxed again, and he let out a long, contented breath.
'Ooh... I'm done.'
He nudged me gently back, stood up and moved aside so I could get my head down the toilet. The bowl was full of lumps and broken-ended curls, with a thick, curved log lying fatly across the top of them, the whole lot a rich dark brown. My dick dribbled onto the floor as I stared down at Chris's beautiful big shit and inhaled his masculine smell. Above me he reached around and pulled a length of toilet paper from the roll.
'Wipe me arse for me,' he breathed.
He turned away from me, bent forward and parted his cheeks to show off his dirty bumhole, with traces of shit crusting it and a little bit clinging to the surrounding hairs. For a brief moment I felt an overpowering urge to lick him clean. He wouldn't have wanted me to do that, though, and instead I folded a bit of paper and reached up to wipe him. He wanked as I did it, and then when I told him I'd finished he turned around and thrust his cock back down my throat. I sucked him off there, kneeling in front of the toilet he'd just used, with the smell of his shit filling the room, wanking eagerly as he fucked my face. Then his breathing grew heavier and his hand tightened around the top of my head, and he gave a big gasp and filled my mouth with his spunk. I swallowed frantically, and rolled my tongue around his end as his cock began to soften with cum dribbling down my chin.
'Ooh,' he sighed. 'That felt so good. Now, you cum too. Cum all over me shit.'
I needed no second bidding. He stood over me as I turned again, knelt up and wanked over the toilet where the seat was still warm from his bottom, and then spattered my cum all over his turds.
It was only a few days later that Chris rang me again. It was another Sunday morning, and once again he was lying in bed, nursing a slight hangover. He held the phone right down by his bottom and farted loudly.
'Hear that?' he asked softly. 'It smells! Ate so much again yesterday, what with the takeaway I got on me way home and a big dinner me mum cooked before I went out. I'm gonna have such a dump this morning, I reckon. A big fuckin' hangover shit! I can come and do it at yours, if yer free?'
'Yeah, I'm in. Wanna come over?'
'Sure! I'll do same as I did last time and come straight over. Make us a coffee!'
He arrived half an hour later, still looking as if he'd just crawled out of bed. His hair was all messy and he hadn't had a shower, so his pert body was faintly musky and he smelled of aftershave and smoke and sweat. I looked out of the window and saw him coming, looking for all the world as if he was doing the walk of shame after spending the night with some girl he'd pulled. The prospect of what he was actually coming here for was awesome, and I felt my dick stirring in my pants. I still couldn't quite believe that such a straight-acting, slightly macho young guy could do something so perverted for me! I couldn't stop myself from grinning as I went and opened the front door for him.
Like the last time he'd come on a Sunday, I gave him some breakfast and made a pot of coffee. We didn't talk work this time, though. The coffee had its effect quickly, and by the time he was half way down his first mug he was feeling the first faint pressure in his bowels. He leaned to one side and farted silently, and shot me a horny little grin as the smell drifted over to me. It wasn't one of his strongest, but it was deliciously pungent, and he leaned a bit closer to me with his face all serious.
'So ... yer wanna see it come out?' he asked. 'Want me to squat?'
'Yes! But how about if you sit backwards on the toilet, and hang your arse over the end? That way you won't make a mess if you piss, and I get to kneel behind you and watch.'
'Erm ... yeah, cool! Yeah that's a good idea. Ooh ... I'm gonna fart again.'
I loved being with him when he needed a shit. Just knowing that his fit body was getting ready to perform its most taboo function and his chute was filling up with his shit gave me a raging hard-on, and his stiff expression as his bowels started to send him the 'you really need to take a dump' signal was crazily sexy. He was feeling it too, and he fingered his cock through his jeans as he sat. He reached out and drained his coffee, and my heart started to thump as he looked over at me.
'I really need a shit now,' he said quietly. 'Gonna have to go and do it in a minute.'
'Okay. Is it gonna be a big one?'
'Yeah, I reckon so. Should be, the amount I ate yesterday! Feels real solid too.'
'Nice! So ... shall we do it?'
He nodded, stood up and pulled his T-shirt off there and then, showing off his wiry torso, then pulled his trousers and pants down too and stepped out of them. It was the first time I'd seen him completely naked, and he was stunning. He stood and watched me coolly as I stripped, with his big semi-hard cock on full view. Then he turned and led me through to the bathroom. My heart was pounding and my mouth was dry, and I couldn't take my eyes off his pert bottom as he walked.
In the bathroom he stood by as I grabbed a plastic bag from the cupboard under the basin and spread it on the floor in front of the toilet, then shuffled back to let him in. He faced the wall and lowered himself slowly onto the toilet, until he was sitting backwards on it, leaning well forward with his arse hanging over the front above the bag. I leaned in lower and closer so that it was right in front of my face and I could see his tight, wrinkled bumhole peeping out amid the wiry hairs surrounding it. He seemed big and deliciously masculine as he sat there in front of me, and my dick throbbed almost painfully. His pink hole twitched and puckered out a little, and he let out a little 'poof.' The smell hit me immediately; not overpoweringly strong like it sometimes was when he'd been drinking, but potent and harsh and fiercely erotic.
'Uh,' he grunted. 'I'm gonna shit ... here it comes!'
His arse relaxed, and his hole winked again and let out another little fart. It twitched a couple of times, and then puckered out slowly. The pointed tip of his turd peeped through, paused, pushed his hole out into a pink ring, and slid through it with a slimy crackle until he had a thick brown spike jutting from him. The smell hit me and I sniffed at it and wanked hard, and above me he gave a soft grunt. Then his bottom filled out and his hole flared, and he let out a long breath as his log slid out. It was thick and solid and lumpy at first, and the first few inches came out slowly, then suddenly broke away and thudded onto the bag, and above it his shit grew smoother and greasier. A long, slightly curved tube grew down from him, making a filthy sound. He dropped one long log and another that bent over the top of it, and then his turd tapered off into a brown snake that coiled across his logs when he pinched it off. His dirty bumhole squelched shut right in front of my face, and he gave another satisfied grunt.
He sat up a bit straighter, reached his right arm down and pressed his dick down into the bowl, but he was too hard to do more than a couple of squirts. For me, kneeling there right behind him as he took a big shit was the maddest thing I'd ever done. The sight of him sitting there naked over his big curled logs, pissing and grunting with his dirty hole twitching, was unbelievably horny. Without the water of the toilet to contain it his shit smelled ranker and stronger, and I edged and dribbled cum on the floor and inhaled his stink like poppers. Then he gave another grunt and a little strain, his hole flared out again with brown smears crusted round it, twitched, and then squelched and hissed and opened wider. His turd was a lumpy, greasy brown flow from deep inside him. Gassy farts hissed out around it as it curled this way and that, and lumps fell from it and dropped with little slimy thuds. Beneath him his brown pile grew into a small mound of curls and lumps and logs, glistening in the light. Eventually his flow slowed and grew thinner, until he sat there with one last long hook hanging down from his bottom. He pushed and flared his hole a couple of times before it pulled slowly away.
'I'm done,' he grunted. 'Like that...? Yeah? Now ... wipe me arse for me.'
My hand was shaking a bit as I pulled some paper off the roll, folded it and reached forward to wipe him. His hole was really dirty and it left a big brown smear across the paper at first. I had to use three or four pads of paper before he was nearly clean, and then one more to give him a nice vigorous rub that drew a little grunt of pleasure from him. As soon as I was done he got up and turned around and sat back down on the toilet, looming over me as he wanked, looking down at his heaped turds and the stained and crumpled paper around them.
'Sniff it,' he breathed. 'You like the smell of my shit. Really sniff it. Get yer nose in there and smell it properly.'
I bent down further so my nose was right above his pile. I took in the size and the shape and the colour of his shit I could feel its warmth on my face now too. Chris's huge shit mesmerised me, and his smell gassed me. I was on the very edge of cumming now. He leaned forward above me, tugging at his cock and breathing hard.
'Make yerself cum ... cum all over me shit,' he grunted. 'Ooh! Oh yeah ... oh! Oh fuck!'
He jerked upright and his cock exploded all over me, right as I too leaned back and shot my load all over his brown pile.
I've not seen Chris for a couple of weeks. We've both been busy at work, and the chance hasn't come up. He keeps messaging me, though, saying he really wants to shit for me again when we're both free. Now that he's broken his rule about doing it in the toilet he wants to squat for me again. Yesterday morning he video-called me from the bathroom.
'I really need a shit,' he said, talking quietly because some of his family were in. 'Yer wanna see it?'
He was calling on an old smartphone he didn't mind taking risks with, and he propped it up on the back of the toilet, leaning against the raised lid. He came round in front of it and pulled his pants down, and then lowered himself down so he was hovering over the seat with the camera looking right up his hairy arse. His shit was chunky and solid, and one thick curl after another dropped from him, splashing water up onto the seat and his bottom, and then right onto the camera lens so the view was all blurry as he finished his shit. I could hear his arse squelching and squeaking, though, and the resounding plops as his turds fell into the water. It really smelled, he grunted, and he wished I was there to wipe his arse for him.
He's just messaged me now, saying he's got an unexpected day off next week and asking if I'm free. I am, and as I tap out a reply to him I get hard as I think about what's going to happen. In my mind's eye he's on all fours with his bottom well up, dumping a hefty pile on the floor for me to sniff and wank off over. He might do that, someday. In my wildest fantasies it's me that's on the floor, lying flat on my back with him squatting across me shitting on my face. It'll take a long time to get there and we probably never will, but he's slowly getting more adventurous. Maybe one day I'll make it happen...
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