This is a story involving light to moderate 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.
Liam
Chapter Two
He'd had a good summer, but he was glad to get back to university all the same. A few days after he got back he went out clubbing with some friends. Even though they were mostly straight and they ended up in some big townie place he got talking with Joey, a handsome guy in his early 20s, and ended up going home with him. Lying naked and face-down, he moaned his pleasure out loud as Joey ran his tongue up and down his lower back, and then down between his cheeks to lick and tongue-fuck his tight little hole. Then Joey pulled him up onto his knees, and mounted him from behind. He loved being fucked. Joey's cock was long and thick, and he fucked Liam hard and deep, making him moan and squirm as Joey kissed his neck and thrust his tongue into his ear. They paused, sweating and gasping, and then began to move again, until Liam bit into the pillow to stop himself crying out as that wonderful long orgasm a man gets from anal sex burst over him, and Joey grunted in his ear as he came up his arse.
Joey wasn't looking for a relationship and nor was Liam, but they did become friends, and fuck-buddies too. Perhaps that was why Liam's interest in scat faded for a while. He thought about it from time to time, but without any real enthusiasm, and when he reflected on it all he realised he was quite enjoying the feeling of being an ordinary, vanilla gay boy. He used to stay over at Joey's some nights, and it was there one Sunday morning a couple of weeks later that his fetish came back with a vengeance. They'd been sitting having coffee together when he started to need a piss. The downstairs bathroom was occupied, and when he went upstairs he found that door shut too. He waited for a moment, heard the toilet flush, and a couple of minutes later one of Joey's housemates came out. He was a sturdy, fresh-faced blonde lad with vivid blue eyes and a sweet smile. Liam had fancied him from the first time he'd set eyes on him, and envied the girl he'd been shagging noisily the previous time he'd stayed over. He shot Liam a slightly embarrassed look and went into his room. Liam shrugged and went into the bathroom. The smell hit him at once; not all that strong, but rich and rounded and fresh, and he suddenly found his heart pounding with the familiar excitement he'd not felt for a long time. The toilet seat was warm to the touch, and in the bottom of the bowl were long, light-brown skidmarks. Before he knew what he was doing Liam had pulled down his trousers, sat down on the toilet and wanked himself off.
That night he lay in bed back in his room at university, unable to shake the vision of that gorgeous straight lad having a shit, and madly turned on by it. For the first time in weeks he drifted off into kinky fantasy. The guy was squatting across him getting ready to take a shit, his arsehole twitching and pushing slowly open, and then his thick log started to slide out, coming nearer and nearer … and then he came. It was still in his mind the following afternoon when he started to need a shit during a lecture. For the first time in ages the mounting discomfort made him horny, and he sat eyeballing Niall, a handsome straight lad from his seminar group who'd always caught his eye, imagining him doing his business. At the end of the lecture he made his way to the toilets. One cubicle door was just shutting, so he went straight into the adjacent one, dropped his pants and sat down. Through the partition came a soft grunt, and then a couple of little, rasping farts.
'Plip … plip-plop … plip … Plomp! Ploop … Plomp ... Plop!'
The lad's dump started slowly with what sounded like a few little hard nuggets, then turned into deeper splashes as he let it all go. Liam wondered who he was. Then he relaxed and felt his own start to slide down the chute, and grinned dirtily to himself as he treated the sitting lad to his plops and farts, enjoying taking a shit more than he had for ages. The guy sat for a while once he'd finished, and then the toilet roll holder rattled loudly. Sneaking a look under the partition Liam saw his feet swing back as the lad shuffled forward and began to wipe sitting down. At that Liam too stood up and began wiping. The lad was using a lot of paper, and Liam had to keep wiping for longer than he needed to so as to give his neighbour time to get clear before he came out of his own cubicle. When he did he started in surprise, for the lad about to dry his his hands was none other than Niall. Liam was alone when he went, and he ducked straight into the cubicle Niall had just used. The smell was really thick and rank, and Liam's cock stiffened yet again as he sniffed at it.
On his way home he bought himself a Wi-Fi dongle, and back in his room he unplugged his computer from the university network, shoved the dongle in and hit the porn sites. For an hour and more he sat and stroked his dick through his jeans as he watched one lad after another take a shit. Then he logged into the scat site, changed the location to his university town, and added a photo of his shit in the toilet to the naked photos and the pics of his bulging pants and brown bottom he'd taken during his last pants-shitting session. Now that his interest in scat was back, and he was in a big city with a big gay scene and a lot of guys, he was determined to make it happen for real.
One day the following week he was browsing the local Craigslist site. He'd started using it a while ago, and he'd met a couple of guys for sex already. He grinned inwardly as he remembered the closeted 'straight' student who'd come round and sucked his cock that weekend, and was wondering idly if he'd find more of the same. Instead another ad caught his eye, from someone in the same town as him:
watch you sh1t horny guy, always got off on watching a young guy take a shit. Your pic gets mine.
He sent the guy an email and a photo of himself, not expecting anything to come of it, and carried on browsing. He'd almost forgotten about it the following day when his phone buzzed in his pocket as he waited to go into a lecture. His eyes widened as he opened the email.
Hi. You're cute – would love to watch you shit! Wanna text me when you need 2 go? Neil
There was a picture too. Neil was older than him – early 30s, probably – but not bad looking. Yes, he'd shit for him, thought Liam, with a little surge of excitement. He struggled to concentrate all through his lecture, and the plops and farts coming from the nearby cubicle when he went for a piss afterwards turned him on even more than usual. He was sitting in the library that afternoon when he started to feel the first stirrings in his bowels. The vision of squatting in front of Neil drifted into his mind and his cock stiffened in his pants, but then nerves kicked in and he began to doubt if he could go through with it. He'd be going to a complete stranger's house, after all, and anything might happen. He sat there in an agony of indecision as the need to take a shit grew slowly stronger. His bladder was full too, and presently he took himself off to the toilets. He saw some cute, fair-haired lad go in as he got near, and when he got in there he found the place deserted apart from one closed cubicle door, from behind which came the sound of the lad pulling down his pants. He listened intently as he pissed.
'Ploop … Plop! … Plop!'
The sound of that cute boy having a shit decided him. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and texted Neil straight away.
Half an hour later he was walking down Neil's street. He felt weirdly self-conscious, as if it was obvious to everyone that he was there to do something kinky, and he was nervous. He wondered what he'd find behind the door of whichever of the very average red-brick terraced houses he was looking for. By now he needed to shit badly as well. If he didn't go through with it, or if Neil wasn't in, or something, he'd have to go and find a toilet before he went home. He could pop into the pub he'd passed on the main road, perhaps, or the supermarket his phone's map app was telling him was nearby, or... Then his stomach dropped as he realised he was right outside the address he'd been given. He looked the house up and down warily. Then he steeled himself and knocked at the door. Someone was coming, he saw through the glass. No backing out now...
'Liam? Hi. Come in.'
Liam began to relax as they sat with a beer. Neil was reassuringly normal; pleasant and friendly, and surprisingly sexy even though older guys weren't usually Liam's type. He seemed a bit nervous as well, and Liam guessed it was the first time for him too. That thought gave him a bit more confidence. He really needed to shit now too, and with that and his mounting excitement his cock was stirring. He was having to clench up to hold it back, and as one more spasm passed he plucked up his courage, took a swig of beer and looked straight at Neil.
'I … I really need the toilet.'
Er … okay.' Neil swallowed nervously. 'Can I watch...?'
'Uh-huh.'
'You just wanna sit on the toilet, or...?'
'Can do. Or I'll squat if you like?'
'Will you?! Fuck, that'd be so horny. Can't believe we're gonna do this! Come on, bathroom's this way...'
Everything felt unreal to Liam as he followed Neil up the stairs. His heart was pounding and his head was whirling, and his erection was uncomfortable in his pants. The bathroom was big and tidy, with a tiled floor from which Neil kicked the bathmat aside, and knelt down.
'Come on,' he breathed, looking up at Liam with dancing eyes. 'Just squat down and do it now. I really wanna watch you take a shit.'
Liam hesitated for just a moment. Then the horn and the desperate need to take a dump overwhelmed him, and he began unbuckling his belt. His cock bounced free as he pulled down his jeans and he looked around self-consciously, only to see Neil staring at him in wonderment and wanking through his trousers.
'Mmm, you got a gorgeous arse! You ready? Come on, take a shit.
Liam squatted down slowly, jeans round his knees, conscious of his bare bottom and Neil only a few feet behind him. For a few seconds more he hesitated. Then suddenly he could wait no longer. His bowels were moving, and he was going to shit whether he wanted to or not. He gave in, and sighed with relief as his shit started to slide down the chute. Then it was coming out. He could feel it and hear it, and he looked down between his legs to watch the thick brown column grow. The thud as it snapped off and fell to the floor seemed deafeningly loud. He gave another little push, grunted, dropped another log, then pushed out the little end which fell atop the others, pointing up like a little brown cone.
'Ow wow!' breathed Neil. 'Big one! You got more...?
'Yeah … sorry, it smells!'
'S'okay. Mmm, I like it. Jesus this is so horny … I gotta wank. Can I?'
'Sure. I'm gonna wank too when… ooh, another one's coming!'
Neil fumbled his cock out and began to stroke it as Liam grunted, farted softly, and curled out another long turd that dropped lump after lump on the floor. He was so turned on now, and he sighed in relief and pleasure as his shit slid out. The smell grew even thicker. Eventually the last little brown worm slipped from him. He strained, did another little nugget, and realised he was done.
'I'm .. I've finished.'
'Wanna wipe your arse?'
He felt a bit self-conscious again as he stood up and wiped, dropping the used paper into the toilet. When he was done Neil moved closer, sniffing at the smell and holding his cock over Liam's pile as he wanked. Liam could hold back no longer. He began to wank too, until they came almost simultaneously all over his shit.
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