James Toilet

This is a story involving scat between adult males. If this is not your sort of thing or it is illegal to view it where you are, please leave now. All characters are over eighteen, and any resemblence to real people is coincidental.

James's Toilet: My Face

One time when I was bored and horny I put an ad on Craigslist saying I liked watching a cute lad having a poo, and asking if there were any guys out there who wanted to be watched. Most of the answers I got were from creeps or older men I didn't fancy, or they just wasted my time. Then James got in touch.

• Hey, how you doing? Thought I was the only one out there into shit! Wanna watch me do it sometime? Really get off on the thought of someone watching me poo! You got any pics? James

I got an instant hard-on when I saw the pictures he'd attached. He was gorgeous – an athletic pretty-boy in his 20s with messy fair hair and piercing blue eyes. His body was pert and toned, with a lovely rounded bottom and a big, meaty cock. He was the kind of lad I loved to imagine taking a dump: there's something really erotic about a cute boy doing his nasty poo. I wanted him bad, but I also suspected I probably wouldn't be his type. I replied, adding a couple of pictures of my own: my face, me naked, and so on. He didn't reply that night, and I was sure he'd lost interest and I wouldn't hear from him again. Oh well, he wasn't the first and no doubt wouldn't be the last lad who'd done that. But then he did reply, and then we moved onto an instant messenger chat; and as the messages went to and fro I realised that not only was this exactly the kind of twinky lad I love to imagine shitting, but that his mind was nearly as dirty as mine! Fantasising, I asked him what his shit was like:

• I do really big ones. Fill the toilet right up!

• Mmm nice. I can just imagine you doing that ... would love to see it!

• I'd love you to – really get off on the idea of someone watching me poo

• That's cool then – I really wanna watch! Is it smelly too?

• Yeah, a bit. Is that okay?

• Yes! I love the smell of a hot guy's shit! I'd love to be right up close when you do it ... or you could shit on me if you like

• Really?! I'd love to! I really get off on the thought of taking a dump on a guy

• Cool! I'd love to be your toilet. I want to be shat on – fantasised about it for years! I don't want to eat it though

• Nah that's okay: I don't wanna do that either. Where do you want me to do it?

• I wanna take it in the face. Always got off on the thought of a hot guy squatting over me and taking a big dirty shit on my face!

• Fuck that's a hot thought ... I'm so fucking horny right now!

• Me too – got a massive hard on. Let's do it soon. Send me a pic of your shit in the toilet too, so I know what to expect!

• Definitely. I'll send u some pics next time I have to go.

So we swapped numbers. I awaited his text eagerly: I couldn't wait to see what he had in store for me; what came out of his pert bottom. He texted the next day:

• I just had 2 take a big dump at work – taken a pic 4 u

I got an instant hard-on. James's poo was just perfect; the toilet bowl was filled right up with his smooth, curled, golden-brown turds. I could practically smell it.

• Like it? I wanna make you take that in your face.

• I can't wait! Text when you next need to do one...

So he did again the next time he went for a dump: another perfect poo, and a promise to do it on my face sometime soon. Then I didn't hear anything for a while, and I started to think again that he'd lost interest. But then one afternoon I got a text:

• Hi its James. U free? Im horny and not had a poo for 2 days!

I needed no second bidding. I texted back and said to come round straight away. When he turned up half an hour later I almost gasped, for he was even prettier in the flesh than in his photos. He was just gorgeous, and he was a nice, bright lad too. We sat on the sofa and smoked cigarettes and chatted.

'I'm really going to have to poo soon,' he said suddenly with a sexy smile, dragging on his cigarette.

'I can't wait to see that ... You've not been for two days, you said?'

`Yeah. I started ... Ooh, hang on, gonna fart.'

He lifted up his left bum cheek and let go a little, soft, need-a-shit fart.

`Smell that, can you?'

'Yeah!' I sniffed eagerly and nodded. It was quite strong: a thick, rounded stink. 'Smells hot ... smells like you really need to go!'

'Oh I do! I started to need a poo hours ago and it's been building up...'

He stood up, stuck his sweet ass out and farted again, right in my face this time, and I sniffed eagerly at the ripe, deeply erotic smell.

`Smell good, does it?'

`Oh fuck yeah, it smells amazing! I can't wait to smell your shit properly!'

`You're gonna soon enough. I'm gonna do it right in your face ... if that's really what you want?'

`Oh it is, it really is! I really wanna be your toilet. The thought of you shitting on my face is just fucking awesome. Oh Christ I'm so fucking turned on now...'

Me too. Look!' He thrust his crotch towards me, showing off the bulge of his stiff cock. I need a poo so bad and it feels so fucking nice, and you're gonna let me do it on your face ... I can't believe this is gonna happen!

`Nor me. It's amazing, isn't it? You gonna wipe your bum when you've finished and drop the shitty bog roll on my face too?'

`Fuck yeah. You lie there nice and still like a good toilet while I drop my load and then wipe...'

We looked hungrily at one another, and for a second I thought he was about to kiss me. Then he tensed, and screwed up his face uncomfortably.

`Christ, I need to go badly!'

`Need to go now?'

`Yeah ... might crap myself if not!'

`Don't want that...'

'No. Come on, let's go! I gotta go to the toilet!'

So we went through into the bathroom and stripped naked. James's body was beautiful, and I ran my fingers up and down the curve of his back, through the fuzz of hair between his nipples, and then down to his thick, sturdy cock. We wanked one another gently. Then, very slowly, I climbed into the big corner bath. I put on a pair of swimming goggles I'd bought for the occasion, so I could keep my eyes open all the way through. James climbed in after me, turned so that he faced my feet, and then squatted down. I supported his bum with my hands. He was big and bulky above me, and his hairy balls tickled my chin as he got into position. His arse was right over my face, and I lifted my face up for a sniff. His crack smelled musky and sweaty, and there was a sharp tang of shit around his pinkish, wrinkled hole, peeping out amid his anal hairs. He was breathing hard.

`You ready for it?' he whispered hoarsely.

`Oh yes, come on James, give me your shit! I want your shit now!'

`Okay. Ooh ... here I go, gonna poo!'

I clamped my mouth shut and waited, watching James's wrinkled hole start to push slowly open. A brown eye appeared in the middle of the pink ring, and then receded as he pulled his hole in tight again, the muscle closing over it. He did it again, teasing me, leaving me whimpering and breathing hard in anticipation. Then, very slowly, his hole started to open again and I knew it was for real this time.

`Oh, uh...' he grunted. 'Here it comes!'

His hole puckered out wider, and the brown tip reappeared. He paused, and all of a sudden I could smell fresh shit, though only faintly. Then he pushed again and his ring widened further, and the little turtle's head peeped out properly, the knobbly end of a turd. He pushed yet again and it came out a little further. It was thick and cracked, all lumps compacted together. He was a bit constipated, and he grunted and dribbled piss onto my chest as he tried to push out his shit. Suddenly a bit broke off. It thudded on my closed lips and rolled off onto the floor next to me. James strained a little more and another nugget followed, and then another and another and another. They hit my face like warm pebbles. James paused, his anus wide open and a knobbly turtle's head still sticking out. It still didn't smell much.

James looked down between his legs, his face part-obscured by his pulsing erect cock. He smiled coolly.

`Want more?'

I whimpered and nodded in reply. James strained. He puckered his hole out a little further, grunting, and his log began to slide slowly out. It was hard and lumpy at first, a thick column extending from his bum, but then it started to get smoother. It got lighter too, until it was the colour of rich milk chocolate. It was slimy and cracked, greasy on the surface, glistening a little as it slid slowly out of him. Then the smell really did start to hit me; rich and rank and erotic; a proper manly shit smell. As the jagged tip of his turd got closer I could feel its warmth, anticipate its heaviness as it hung stiffly from him. I wanted to feel it so badly it hurt: surely it must drop soon! James paused, and I moaned and wanked as I waited, and then he gave a little push and it came again. It touched the tip of my nose and slid slimily across my nostrils, and the stink became overpowering. It was starting to pull stickily apart, an inch or so below his hole, and suddenly it snapped and fell across my face. It curled up across my nose until I looked at the ragged, broken end right in front of my right eye. It was heavy and warm and slimy and it smelled so strong, I moaned and wanked slowly. As I did so he started to piss, and I stroked my dick in the hot yellow stream that arced from his hard dick and ran down across my stomach and cock and balls and thighs.

In a flash I saw myself clearly, appalled but amazed at what I was doing, unbelievably turned on with my cock so stiff it hurt, whilst this gorgeous twinky boy used me as his toilet; emptied his bowels on my face. How incredible that such a perfect lad could produce something so nasty as the turds he was dropping, and how wonderful that he was giving them to me! How awesome to be degraded and shat on by him! How lovely his poo felt and looked and smelled. How good of him to give me such pleasure. Being his toilet was an honour! And best of all, he'd only just started. His hole pulsed, he did a little gassy fart and the broken end of the turd still sticking out of his bum started to move again.

Ooh,' sighed James contentedly. Oh that's better.'

'Mmm!' I whimpered through tight-closed lips.

James grunted over the slimy clicking his thick log made as it pushed its way through his hole. Then another couple of inches started to pull away, slowly at first, and then suddenly the turd dropped. Thump! It landed right on my nose, and slid stickily down to my left cheek. Thump! Another bit of the log now starting to taper off as it slid more quickly from his bottom landed and flopped forwards. Now my nose was near enough blocked, and the stink overpowered me. Thump! More warm, slimy weight landed on my face, adding to the pile over my mouth and nose. Then he suddenly squeezed his hole shut and pinched off the last ragged inch.

'Mmm! Mmm!'

I wanted to cry aloud, but I couldn't open my mouth. I was helpless to do any more than moan, lying there with my face covered in his beautiful, stinking shit.

James looked down between his legs.

'Okay?'

I whimpered again and held up my thumb. I'd have nodded, but I didn't want to disturb the pile. I loved the feeling of it; its weight, its slimy hotness, its colour; its rank smell. I wanted it to stay there forever, and I wanted this moment, this disgusting act, to go on forever too. I loved the intimacy I felt with him, as he did his most private bodily function so shamelessly for me, yet I also loved the sense of degradation. To have him take a big dirty shit on my face was to submit to him utterly, and I loved it. He started to piss again, and it ran hotly across my belly. His bumhole was working slowly in and out, fringed and covered with sticky shit that clicked softly as he pushed, some little dangle-berries of shit stuck in his anal hairs flicking gently too and fro.

'I've got more,' he said softly. 'I still feel like I need to poo real bad ... here it comes ... you ready?!'

I grunted and held up my thumb again. James's dirty hole pushed out, and then a bit wider. Then he farted, loud and rasping, and the smell seemed to grow even stronger as in the middle of James's dirty hole appeared another brown turtle's head.

'Ooh ... I'm shitting again ... oh fuck.'

The tip jutting from James's puckered hole began to grow into another sturdy turd, not as thick as the last, and smoother; a crooked finger sliding fluidly from him. It was making a soft rustling noise, barely audible above our breathing, and even though my face was covered in the first load I could smell it. It started to pull stickily apart again as the end vanished from my view, behind the turds piled over my nose. Then I felt it drop, and the whole pile sagged to the right. Slowly I turned my head to the left to stop it slipping off, and as I did so another piece landed, and then another. It was coming faster now as his poo got looser. James was still grunting in satisfaction as his bowel emptied, but then as he paused I felt the pile slipping again. I jerked my head to try and stop them, but to no avail: the whole hefty, hot mound slid stickily down my right cheek and landed next to me, leaving me with the feel of shit smeared across my face and the stink still in my nostrils. It also gave me a clear view of James's dirty arse, puckered in tight as he held in the rest of his poo. He grinned down at me.

'I gotta finish now,' he grunted.

I sighed and gave him another thumbs up.

'Gonna be messy man ... oh god, can't stop it!'

His arsehole squelched open again and another stream of semi-solid shit poured out. The first mushy lump fell and landed over my mouth, hot and sticky and gross, its ripe stink fresh in my nostrils. Then came another and another, getting softer as it piled up, 'splat, splat, splat,' until his shit was almost a continuous mushy stream. It oozed all across my face and down my cheeks and chin, and the stink was so intense I almost gagged. It ended abruptly with a loud wet fart, and then another one as he strained.

'I've finished. Gonna wipe my arse.'

I whimpered and gave him another thumbs up as he reached for the toilet paper, and then lay and wanked as he stood over me and wiped his bum. His hole was dirty and he used a lot of paper to get clean, rubbing vigorously at his hole and then dropping the dirty paper on me. Then he turned around and started wanking, and with only a few tugs at his swollen cock he cried aloud and fired his hot, sticky thick spunk all over my shitty toilet face.

Enjoyed this? Comments and suggestions welcome: namabmas@gmail.com

Please consider donating to nifty so we can continue to enjoy this excellent resource!