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Gareth's Shit
Chapter Two
I normally worked at home a couple of days of the week, so on one or the other I was often in when Gareth needed a shit. Before he'd left mine that first evening, too, he'd looked at his bus app and realised that there was a nearly direct route that could get him to my place or back in a few minutes, so it was easy for him to come over. Only the following week he messaged me one morning, when he had a few hours free before a lab class. He turned up half an hour later, hung over and slightly dishevelled, with dark circles round his eyes and his hair looking wilder than usual. He was wearing tracksuit pants, and I could see from the bulge in his crotch that he was already nursing a semi.
'It feels so nice holding it in,' he said. 'It's one of those that keeps coming and going, like one minute I'm gonna poo my pants, but then it goes away again. Well, kind of ... I still really need the toilet!'
I kept him holding it in for ages. Every time he squirmed and screwed his cute face up and said fretfully that he was desperate I got him to hold on a bit longer, until the spasm in his bowels passed and he could relax again. Being made to hold it in like that got him steadily more and more horny, until he had a full hard-on thrusting out in front. On impulse I reached over and put a hand on it. I'd never so much as touched him before and he drew breath sharply and looked round, but then he smiled, and let out a sigh as I wanked him through his pants. He peeled his T-shirt off, lifted himself up a bit and pulled his tracksuit down, and we both slowly stripped until we were sitting there in our pants, teasing and wanking one another.
'Will you do it kneeling this time?' I asked him gently. 'Do it on all fours for me?'
'Ooh! Yeah ... yeah I will. But ... oh, I think I'm gonna fart.'
'Mmm! Do it in my face!'
He got up and pulled down his pants so that his hard-on sprang out at me, turned away and showed off his broad bottom. I motioned him to bend over so his cheeks parted, put a hand on his hip and leaned well in. My nose was nearly in his crack when he farted softly. The smell hit me, thick and potent, and I fondled his bottom with one hand, and with the other pawed at my cock through my pants. He bent a little further forwards and farted again, a squeaky hiss that was cut short suddenly as he clenched up.
'Ooh!' he breathed. 'Oh Mark I'm really busting now!'
'Mm! Shall we do it, then?'
He nodded gratefully, and I let him lead the way, taking off my pants quickly as we went so that I followed him into the bathroom with my hard-on thrusting out towards his arse. I could see he was clenching up a bit. He stood and fidgeted as I spread a bin liner on the floor and knelt down next to it, with his cock waving in my face. I looked up from it and he smiled down at me, and then I put a hand on his hip again, turned him round and guided him down until he was kneeling in front of me with his hands on the floor and his legs well apart, and lifted him up a little further so his bumhole was on full view. I ran my hand across his right cheek, stroking it with the tips of my fingers, and then when he let out a little sigh I ran my fingers further, right into his crack. As they touched his hard little hole he drew breath sharply.
'Like having your arse played with, don't you?' I chuckled. 'Feel nice when you really need a shit? Mmm! Keep holding it in...'
He nodded, and I pressed a little harder, probing his clenched sphincter with the tip of my forefinger, and teasing the exquisitely sensitive area round it with the middle one. He bowed his head and moaned, and in the mirror to the side I could see his cock throbbing beneath him as I fingered his arse. I kept doing it for a long, long time, until another spasm deep inside him made him tense up all over.
'Mm! Desperate, aren't you!'
He nodded again, stiffly this time with his bottom clenching even tighter. I tickled the hard little hole with my fingertips. I didn't say it, but making him hold his shit in like this when he was tensed up all over and squirming in desperation gave me a horny sense of power, and maybe he was feeling it too. He whimpered softly as I started to finger him again. He was doing his best to hold in his load, but as I tickled it I could feel his hole starting to open. The pressure inside him must have been almost unbearable. Finally I relented, and drew my fingers slowly away across his cheek.
'There ... now, do your big dirty shit for me.'
As soon as I said it his body relaxed and his hole popped open, and he let out a great grunt of relief. A long, smooth brown rod shot out of him, bent into a curve and dropped with a loud thud. The broken end quickly grew into another one that pulled away a bit below his bottom with a hiss and a crackle, and then a squelch as it landed, whilst above it the snapped stub grew into a third smooth log that slowed down and curled forward, and finally dropped across the first two. The smell filled my nostrils, every bit as strong and cloying as the first time. His hole was still pulsing and twitching, and I knew there was more coming. He knelt there for a moment, breathing hard, and then arched his back a little and did another brown tube, all greasy and smooth, becoming a bit sludgy as more came out and the smooth curls gave way to gassy squeaks and lumps falling from his bum, and then a couple of sputtering little farts.
'Uh,' he grunted loudly. 'Oh I needed this!'
'Yeah! It looks like it, and ... Mmm! Ooh, you really stink too!'
I reached out and put a hand on his bottom again, stroked his cheeks and ran my fingers just into his crack, stopping just short of the sticky little brown smears either side of his hole. I got that wonderfully intimate feeling again, playing with his lovely sensitive arse while he was in the middle of his shit like this. It made him sigh in his throat, and he reached underneath and wanked himself clumsily. I could feel it through my fingers as he gave a little strain every few seconds.
'Uh ... unf, I'm gonna do some more ... it's coming...'
I drew back a little and stroked the inside of his cheek, and felt the heave of his bum and the puff of warm gas, and then the hot nastiness of shit crackling out right past my fingers. He did a long soft one that pulled lazily apart, and dropped two glistening curls, and once again I felt him strain and push out the end of it. I ran my fingers back into his crack, right up towards his dirty hole, and he sighed.
'Finished...?'
He shook his head.
'Mmm! Love how you do such big shits. So smelly too! Fucking awesome. Now, can you hold it a bit? Lemme play with your stinky arse a bit longer...'
He sighed again, and I stuck my middle finger out further to tickle his hole itself and feel it ripple and twitch. It was warm and sticky with shit and he tensed up and whimpered as I pressed it lightly.
'Okay?'
'Yeah. It's ... ooh, keep doing that! Oh!'
I tickled his hole lightly at first but then a bit harder, and further out to, smearing a little shit in his crack.
'Oh!' he squeaked. 'Oh that's nice! Ooh ... Mark I'm gonna shit some more ... need to finish it now ... it's coming!'
I dropped my wrist a little, palm up and fingers spread, and let him finish his shit into my hand. It was sludgy and wet and it reeked, and he let out a load of sputtering farts as he did a little, light-brown cowpat on my palm. He didn't realise he'd done it in my hand until he looked round, and his eyes widened as he spun round towards me and made a grab for his cock. He was edging already, and I wanked clumsily with my left hand and held my handful down next to his pile so he could spunk all over his own shit. He came suddenly and hard, and fired his cum all up my arm.
'Phew!' he gasped. 'Cor, that was ... ooh, Mark, you need a hand, don't you!
He reached out and closed his fingers round my cock, and wanked me gently off until I too shot my load all over his big smelly shit.
'That was so hot,' he smiled afterwards, as we were cleaning up. 'You making me hold it and telling me when to go ... feels so naughty! Loved doing it in your hand too.'
'Heh, I thought you might! Feels good shitting on a guy, doesn't it?'
'He he, you've done it before, have you?'
'Oh yes! Been shit on too, and that's even better. A hot guy, squatting over you ...such a rush as he does it! Love you to do that to me, if you're up for it...'
He looked a bit uncertain for a moment, but then relaxed and smiled.
'Yeah,' he said. 'Actually ... he, he that'd be cool, yes! Maybe not ... well, we can work up to it, can't we! Anyway, I'd best go or I'll be late for that lab class. I'll message you!'
It wasn't long before he was back again. He messaged me surreptitiously from a lecture one afternoon when he started to need the toilet, and came straight over afterwards. He hadn't been for a shit since the morning before and when he arrived he was walking a bit stiffly and trying not to fart. I took him straight through to the bathroom and stripped him naked, sat him backwards on the toilet with a bag underneath him and fingered his hole while he sat and waited for me to let him go. He squeaked as I pressed my middle finger well into his clenched little arsehole.
'Mmm, you're full really full, aren't you! When did you last go for a shit?' I asked him softly.
'Yesterday morning,'
'Ooh, good! Got a nice big load in you...? Come on, tell me how bad you need to go!'
I pulled my finger back a bit and started running it round and round, tickling and stimulating his tight hole. He wanked clumsily as I did it, all tense and coy and horny, grunting about full his arse was, and how he couldn't hold his shit in much longer. His voice grew more and more strained, and even though he was clenching his bottom frantically I could feel him starting to lose his battle.
'Ooh!' I breathed. 'You're about to shit, aren't you! Do it in my hands this time...?'
'Uh ... yeah,' he grunted. 'Ooh ... oh it's coming though Mark. I can't stop it ... I'm gonna poo ... here it comes!'
Quickly I pulled my finger back and cupped my hands under his arse. Right in front of me he grunted and arched his back. His hole popped open, a smooth brown tube shot out of it, and a heavy lump dropped straight into my palm, followed by a long surge of semi-solid turds as he relieved himself in a grunting rush. His hole squeezed in and out around his lumpy brown flow, squelching and farting gassily, and his stink hit me and filled the room.
'Uh! He gasped. 'Oh that's better...'
He still had a smooth turd curling from his bottom and dropping lumps onto the pile he was making. It felt firm in my palms, where the first lump had fallen, but mushier shit was piled up on top and settling down around it. He kept adding to it for a few moments, and then his hole flared again a couple of times and he did a couple of wet farts before it pinched up. His shit was hot and heavy, exquisitely nasty, and my dick bobbed up and down as I held it under his bottom, sniffing deeply and drinking in his stink. He kept me waiting a long time before he started to strain and fart softly again, and then downloaded another long brown cable onto the pile in my hands.
When he was done I got him to turned round and sit down normally on the toilet to wipe his bottom. I love watching a guy wipe, and my dick bobbed harder than ever while Gareth shuffled forward with toilet paper in hand, reached round and rubbed at his hole. As he did it I held what he'd done in front of me, marvelling at its size and weight and nastiness; the revolting beauty of this hot young man's shit. On impulse I leaned down, lifted it up towards my face and sniffed deeply, and let his delicious stink gas me. He dropped a last screw of paper into the toilet and looked up at me, with his eyes wide and his hard-on pulsing in front of him. Then he got up and knelt down on the floor in front of me, reached out and took my cock in his hand. He wanked himself with the other one, and got us both off until I came, and then he too screwed his his face and cried out as his cum fountained out of him and spattered across his big shit.
He came again just a few days later. Once more I got him to get naked and hang his arse over the front of the toilet, but this time he didn't need to go so urgently, and I played with his hole for a long, long time before he did it. He loved being fingered anyway, and my doing it when he needed a shit felt ten times better, he said. He wanked as I ran my lubed fingertip round his wrinkled little ring, and let out a little squeak as I pushed my forefinger further in and penetrated him. His hole gripped it tightly, and just beyond was his shit. It felt firm and tacky, like plasticine, and he let out a little whimper as I flexed my finger a little against its tip, and pushed slowly in a little more.
'Feel nice...?' I whispered. 'More...?'
He nodded, and I pushed harder and thrust my finger slowly into the his full bowel, right up into his turds, wriggling it to and fro. He squeaked and squirmed on the seat and wanked harder. My finger was covered when I pulled it back, and hot shit followed it down his chute until I stopped and pushed back, and then once again he gasped. I could smell him now; not strong yet, but rank and dirty and exciting. I kept wriggling my finger and pushing his load about inside him for a bit longer, making his body send him the signal that he really needed to take a shit. His hole pinched my finger tighter, and I felt his shit squash around my finger. He wanked harder, grunting and squirming in ecstatic discomfort.
'Uh! Oh Mark ... please, I really gotta poo! Oh it's coming!'
Quickly I pulled my brown finger back out of him. His turd followed it out, touched down on my fingers as I turned my hand upwards and then slid down onto my palm. It was smooth and dense, and as more came out with that lovely soft crackling sound it pressed harder into my hand and spread out on my skin, heavy and firm like hot, slimy dough. It was gloriously nasty! I got my other hand up quickly as the column began to bend and a crack opened up across it, and then it snapped off suddenly in his hole and dropped heavily into my hands The smell thickened around us, not quite as strong or ripe as usual, but fresh and warm and fiercely erotic.
'Phew, Gareth, that smells nice!' I breathed. 'More...?'
He nodded. His hole was still partly open, with the snapped end of his turd poking through it, and then it puckered a little further and curled another glistening, sandy-brown log into my hands. This one tapered off as it touched down on the first, paused a moment, then curled round and dropped as he gave a little satisfied grunt. His bumhole squeezed shut behind it, puckering in and out rhythmically with just a little brown deposit crusted round it. In front he started wanking again, tugging at his cock with clumsy fingers.
'I still feel like I really need to go,' he grunted. 'Like, more than I usually do when I've started.'
'Ooh, good! Your shit's real solid today, man. What have you been eating?!'
'I dunno. Just normal ... I did have eggs yesterday though.' He looked round, his eyes narrowed and a sexy little smile playing across his face. 'Feels really nice doing it! Uh ... ooh, I'm gonna do some more...'
He flared out and farted softly, and curled out another turd, slimmer and slightly softer than before, and smellier as well, grunting with satisfaction as he emptied his bowels into my hands. His load grew heavier. Hot, slimy shit slid down it onto my fingers, and then he farted onto it and dumped a mushier turd over his pile.
'Ooh, Gareth!' I breathed. 'Ooh, you stink! Have you done now? Yeah? Will you wank me off.? I wanna cum all over your turds!'
He turned round, grinning coyly. He was rock hard too, and he reached out over his shit and took my cock in one hand and his in the other, and started tugging at both of them.
'Still got a dirty bottom!' he breathed. 'So naughty!'
'Yeah! Ooh, keep doing that though ... oh ... oh I'm gonna cum! Oh! Ah!'
I came like a fountain and spurted all over the reeking brown pile in my hands, and held it out for him to do the same.
'I'm really loving this,' he said later, after we'd cleaned up. 'It's ... oh I dunno how to say it, but pooing for you's fucking amazing, way hotter than I ever thought it would be. It's got me ... I've started thinking about it a lot now, like when I'm having a wank. I wanna try a bit more, if you're up for it?'
'Ooh! Yes, if you are! Go on ... what did you have in mind?'
'Well, you know you told me about that guy who used to do it on you? I'll do that, if you want?!'
'Now you're talking! Mmm, yes, I'd love that. Love to be your toilet!'
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