Making Nick Poo His Pants

Nic This is a story involving light scat between two young adult males. 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.

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Making Nick Poo His Pants

I used to see the lad at the station a couple of times a week, for he sometimes got the same train to work as I did. From his tracksuit bottoms, fluorescent tabard and work boots I guessed he worked in construction somewhere. I fancied him right from the start. He was maybe 20 or so and quite boyish; tall and slim but also muscular and toned. He was very fair, with light-ish ginger hair cut short in townie fashion, and a nice oval face that had once had freckles. He had a friendly smile and bright blue eyes. Every morning I saw him lounging near the station, smoking a cigarette as he waited for the train, and I fantasised about him. I imagined him wanking and spurting all over his tummy and chest; I imagined fucking him; and because I'm a pervert like that I imagined him having a shit. In my mind's eye I saw him on the toilet or squatting down outside, with his pants around his ankles and a big turd sliding out of his pert little bum. I wondered what his dumps were like; how much he did and what colour and consistency it was; whether when he'd finished he wiped his bottom standing or sitting; what the toilet smelled like after he'd been in it; whether he was all shy about his bowel movements or whether he farted and plopped shamelessly. I wanted to be there to find out. In my wilder fantasies I imagined him shitting in front of me so I could watch and wank; pooping his pants for me; even squatting down and doing it on my face. That horny builder boy and his shit began to obsess me.

One day I logged into a scat fetish website I'm on. My profile is pretty tame by the standards of some on there. I'm not interested in eating shit or getting covered in it from head to foot. But I do want to meet a nice boy who'll play a bit dirty with me, and there are some pictures of my logs in the toilet and my bulging pants and messy bottom when I've pooped my pants. Today there was a message waiting for me, and from someone who lived pretty near me:

Hey, like ur profile. I really like shittin pants too. Wanna chat or maybe meet up or something'

Nick

I clicked on the sender's profile. `Horny pants-pooping boi lookin for sum1 to shit myself with,' it said. He was 19, and judging from the pictures he was cute as anything - toned and smooth, and nicely muscular. He had a big cock, jutting out of a forest of ginger pubes. There were no pictures of him messing his pants, but there was one of his big logs in the toilet. I got an erection straight away looking at them. Then I clicked back to the message and saw that he'd attached a face pic. I opened it, and gasped in amazement, for it was the builder.

I messaged him back straight away, saying that I really liked his profile and I was up for it, but that I recognised him and he probably would know me too. Not necessarily a problem - I'd be discreet if he would ` but it was up to him whether he wanted to go ahead. He came straight back saying he was okay with it and asking for my picture, and I sent it him. He wrote back straight away:

• Hey! Yeah I know u - seen u at station. Ur hot. Want 2 meet up sometime'

• I'd love to! What do you like doing?

• I luv 2 shit my pants n sit in it n wank. See from your pics u do too! Luv ur big shits ` wanna watch you do that sometime!

• Cool - can I watch u too'

• Fuck yeah ` and make me sit in it!

• Will you do a good big load for me ` like that one in your picture'

• Always do m8 I do really big ones, specially wen ive not been for 3 days that ones pretty small!

• You can go 3 days without going for a poo'!

• Yeah I do sumtimes really hurts to hold it but feels gr8 wen it comes out!! so big it blocks the toilet sumtimes

• I'd love to see that!

• U will m8 - an smell it! fuckin stinks!

• Good. I like a boy who does a smelly poo.

We swapped mobile numbers, and, since I was at home more than he was, he agreed to text when he was free and needed to take a shit. I didn't see him at the station again that week which was good, as it might have been a bit awkward and I did wonder if he'd bottled out since he didn't get in touch. He might even have decided to avoid seeing me at the station, I suspected. Of well, if he wanted to be paranoid about it that was his problem and not mine!

That Saturday afternoon I was a little stoned and slightly horny as I pottered about the house doing odd jobs here and there. I'd been a bit surprised not to need a shit that morning, since I usually have to go first thing when I've a slight hangover, but by the afternoon the pressure was starting to build up in my bowels. I began to contemplate doing it in my pants and having a wank, which started me wondering what had happened to Nick. Then all of a sudden my mobile went off.

• Hi. U free? I need 2 shit big time!

My heart pounded. Here was the perfect opportunity! I texted straight back, saying I needed to go too and he should get himself round to my place quickly.

• On my way m8 10 mins

Good as his word, he turned up ten minutes later. He looked even cuter than usual, in jeans and a nice, tight T-shirt.

`Hi mate,' he said as he arrived.

`Hey. Come in. How're you doing''

`I'm good man. Sorry I didn't text you sooner; was real busy and all that.'

`No worries.'

`Nice place!' he said, looking around.

`Yeah, okay isn't it?'

I ushered him through into the living room.

`Smoke dope, mate?' I asked,

`Yeah, I do sometimes.'

`Wanna spliff, or ... er, do you need to get on with it'!'

`Spliff'd be nice man. I'm not too desperate ... yet!'

`When did you last go'' I asked, as I began skinning up.

`Thursday morning.'

`What, so you've not had a shit for two days''

Yeah. I've eaten fuckin' loads too. I started to feel like I needed one this morning It's gonna be huge I think! `

`Gonna smell good?'

`It's gonna fucking stink mate!'

`Good.'

`You like it, do you ... the smell''

`Yeah. Why, don't you''

Oh yeah, I do. I think it's hot. But ... I'm a bit shy about it, like, my mates say I do really smelly ones. I won't go for a shit at their houses now, `cos I'm a bit embarrassed.'

They're just taking the piss, aren't they?' I said. Anyhow, I bet they do smelly ones too.'

`Yeah, my mate Lee, at work, the guy I get the train with, he fucking stinks out the toilet every time.'

`Ooh, I know who you mean: the tall, dark lad with the shaved head. I can imagine him doing that!'

Yeah, that's him' chuckled Nick. He always takes a shit at work; he's in there ages and when he comes out it really stinks. It's fucking hot, and he leaves skids!'

`He'd look really cute sat on the toilet too'' I mused.

`Yeah ... love a guy having a shit on the toilet.'

As I finished rolling the joint I lifted up one cheek and farted.

`Was that you?!'

Yeah,' I grinned. I'm gonna need a shit soon too. Want me to do it in my pants for you?'

`Fucking hell, yes! Is it going to be big, like in your pics?'

`Guess so. Actually I've got some videos of me shitting and doing it in my pants, if you wanna see? Get us in the mood, like?''

`Yeah! That'd be awesome! Oh wow, your farts smell so good! Fucking love guys farting like that!'

So I put on a couple of videos I'd made, and he sat there and smoked and watched with a grin as I squatted down naked and dropped a big load onto a sheet of paper, then as I pooed a pair of grey briefs, sat in it and showed my messy bottom to the camera.

`Oh my God ... that is so fuckin' horny!'

When he half-stood to pass the joint back to me I saw he had a massive hard-on. He looked coyly at me.

`Gonna have to go soon, man.'

`You really need a poo now?'

Yeah, really fuckin desperate now.' He wriggled uncomfortably and stroked his dick through his trousers. Jesus, I need a crap so bad!'

`Good. I like watching you desperate, knowing you're gonna give in and poo your pants soon. You got the pants on''

`Yeah.' His face contorted a bit and he clenched his bum tight.

`Can you hold it a bit longer? Its hot seeing you squirm like that ... I just wanna anticipate it a bit longer.'

`Okay, I'll try!' he grunted, but he looked uncertain, and as he squirmed and sweated and screwed up his pretty face it was clear he wasn't too far off losing control and doing his big, stinky poo in his pants whether he liked it or not!

We smoked the rest of the joint, and Nick wriggled more and more uncomfortably and sighed about how desperate he was; how badly he needed to take a dump and how massive it would be when he did, and how much it would smell. I reached over and started wanking his cock through his jeans. A bead of sweat trickled down his face, all screwed up in concentration as he tried to hold in his load. Guys desperate to poo are so sexy. It's such a helpless, embarrassing position to be in, and seeing Nick struggle was making me so obviously horny.

`I'm so desperate now man; I gotta shit so bad!'

`Come on, beg me to let you go to the toilet!'

Please,' he moaned, catching on quickly. Please let me go to the toilet.'

`Nope.'

`But I need a poo man. I gotta go so bad!'

`Ooh, you're squirming. You really do need to poo badly, don't you''

`Yes, oh ... yes, I really do.'

`Need a big, stinky dump do you? You wanna stink out my bathroom ... block my toilet with your big turds''

`Yeah, I got such a load up my arse, my turds are gonna be massive ... Please let me go to the toilet, or I'm gonna shit myself!'

`No, keep holding it in.'

`But I'll go in my pants man! It's coming ... I'm nearly turtle's-heading!'

`Hold it!'

`I can't man; it hurts!'

`Okay then, I'm gonna watch you poo your pants. Then I'm gonna massage your bum and make you sit in it. You're gonna have a real messy, pooey bottom soon.'

He nodded eagerly, and I stopped trying to sound severe and smiled at him.

`Do it slowly ... let's enjoy it.'

`Yeah, yeah I will ... ooh, fuck.'

He screwed up his face as he clenched his bum tight.

`Come on: let's go.'

I pulled off his T-shirt, and then he stood up unsteadily and started undoing his jeans. I quickly stripped to my pants.

Oh God!' he grunted suddenly as he stepped out of his trousers. It's comin ... gonna poo now! I can't hold it!'

`Stick your bum out.'

He bent his legs slightly and put his hands on his knees. He was wearing tight, white boxer briefs that showed off every curve of his pert little buttocks, and promised to hold in whatever he produced. He looked gorgeous; far too pretty to be the kind of boy who didn't shit for three days and then did such big turds he blocked the toilet. And I was gonna find out what they smelled like any second now'

Ah-ah,' he sighed. I'm going ... shitting myself ... Ooh!'

There was an audible little `click' as his turd pushed open his bumhole, and then a little dimple emerged between his cheeks which grew quickly into a thick lump, and carried on getting longer. Then the smell hit me, thick and rich and strong. No wonder he was self-conscious about his smelly poos, but to me the smell was glorious!

`Oh oh ... uh!'

Over his grunts and sighs I heard the squelching noises as his big, firm log forced its way out and pushed the back of his pants out into a big tent. He wasn't pushing; he just opened up and let it slide out. Then it bent downwards, curling back on itself between his cheeks. The tent below his bum sagged sideways, collapsing into a rounded, lumpy bulge, and another little point formed above it as the turd snapped and another firm end pushed out on top. As the flow tailed off he squeezed his hole shut, squishing warm and sticky poo in his crack. He straightened up, wanking through his pants.

Oh God,' he sighed. Ooh ... sorry, that stinks!'

Don't apologise ... its fucking hot I like it ` it smells awesome. That's a nice bulge you've made there; you done''

`Fuck no ... I've only just started!'

`Hold it a second ... let's see what you've done.'

I ran my fingers slowly over his bulge: it was warm and firm and lumpy. I pulled out the back of his pants and looked down on the bulky, cracked, reddish-brown lump he'd done. There were big smears of it on his cheeks, in vivid contrast with his pale skin. The stink came up at me even more strongly. I'd never had such a hard-on.

`Ooh ... gotta do more!'

`Carry on pooing now then.'

He bent forward a bit again and grunted, and his bottom heaved a bit as he pushed his dirty hole open again and did another couple of inches of thick, solid turd that curled across the top of the rest. I let his waistband go and cupped his load in my hand as he pushed and grunted again. He farted, all muffled and wet.

`Uh-uh ... oh! Ah''

`That feel nice'

`Mmm ... oh yeah, s'awesome ... ooh!'

More muffled squelching noises came from his pants and the bulge swelled out again, pressing harder into my hand. I gave it a little squeeze, and from the sound and feel of it I guessed his poo was getting softer. It was getting ranker and smellier too. He looked round and smiled. His eyes were half closed and he was breathing hard, sniffing at the stink he'd made. His pants had sagged in the middle; they were tight over his upper bottom, collapsing lower down into a lumpy hillock with brown moisture starting to soak through.

`More?'

Yeah.' He bowed his legs out a bit, pushed, and did a little, muffled fart. Oh ... uh ... here it comes.'

I knelt down suddenly and put my face close to his bum, and the bulge swelled until it nearly touched the end of my nose. The squelching, clicking sound was even more erotic this close, the stink was overpowering and I wanked madly as I sniffed at it.

`Gotta wee man,' he said as he stopped again.

`You finished pooing?'

`Not quite, but I'll wee on the floor if I try and do any more.'

`Wanna go and wee in the toilet?'

`Yeah.'

So we straightened up, and I walked behind him as he waddled slowly down the hall, with his big lumpy bulge wobbling from side to side and his poo pushing warmly about on his skin. He sighed with the sensation and wiggled his bum harder to feel it more strongly. In the bathroom he whipped out his dick, still massively erect.

`Piss in the bath man: you'll only miss the toilet.'

So he did, and I sat on the toilet seat next to him so I had a great close-up view. He gave a push and a big spurt of piss arced from his dick and spattered into the bath. His bottom heaved and he did another muffled wet fart.

`More?'

`Yeah, some.'

`Come on then, finish your big dirty shit for me now.'

He stuck his bottom out a bit. His face tensed and he grunted and strained and farted yet again, and then his bumhole squelched open. His shit was soft and rank and smelly as it filled his crack, spread across his bum and started to tickle the back of his balls. I couldn't believe how much he did: it just kept coming, and I wanked and sniffed and stroked his bulge as it got a little bigger with each squelchy push. He grunted and piss squirted from his dick with every one.

Oh!' he sighed presently. Think I've finished, man.'

Fuck, that's huge!' I said. And it was. Had he done it in the toilet it would have filled the bowl right up, a few thick sturdy logs and a great mass of soft turds. I could just imagine them falling into the bowl: plop, plop, plop,' until the top of his pile poked out above the water. As it was they were pressed into a giant lumpy mound against his skin.

`Like that?' he asked softly.

`Fuck yes!'

`Told ya I do big shits, didn't I?'

`Yeah, I can't believe how much you've done! It's so horny watching you poo yourself like that!'

He grinned, and he wiggled his bottom at me as he wanked slowly.

What shall I do now then'' he asked, winking. Want to see me sit in it''

`In a minute.'

`You got to shit too, yeah?'

`Yup.' I was starting to get desperate, truth be told.

I reached out and touched his bulge again; fingering it, pressing it lightly against his skin, then slowly rubbing it about.

`Come on, let's see what you've done.'

So he cupped his hand under his bulge and bent over, and I pulled down the back of his pants. It was as if there'd been an explosion from his bottom. His palm supported a massive block of solid shit, whilst the pants and his cute little pale cheeks were caked in the mushy mass he'd farted out at the end. It was vivid, russet brown. It stank so much.

`Like that?'

`Oh god yes.'

`And the smell...?'

`Awesome.'

`Really? You like it?'

`Yes!'

I bent down and took a really good sniff, close-up so I could feel the warmth of his turds and the stink overpowered me.

`Mmm!'

I pulled his pants back up and took him for a little walk, getting him to wiggle his dirty little bottom, bend over and squat down a couple of times. He wanked as he straightened up, breathing hard.

`Feel good, does it?'

`Mmm! Yes!'

`Want to go and sit in it? I'd love to see that ... love to watch you squish it?'

He nodded vigorously, grabbed my hand and led me back to the bathroom. As I watched he wanked urgently for a second or two, then bent his knees and lowered himself slowly onto the toilet lid. He sighed and paused briefly as his bulge flattened against the wood, bobbed gently up and down a couple of times, grunting and wanking ... and then plonked himself firmly down into his big brown pile.

`Cor! Oh ... oh!' he whimpered, as his poop spread across his bottom and squashed up around his balls. He wriggled and wanked, grunting and sighing, eyes half closed.

`Mmm! Mmm! Oh ... fuck me, that feels good!'

He wriggled and wanked and moaned a bit more. I touched his arm.

`Show me your messy bottom.'

So he stood up and showed me his soiled pants, cupped his hand underneath and pulled the back of them down. He was a gorgeous mess. The poo was spread nearly up to his waistband at the back, and lower down his cheeks were covered in it, and a big lump still nestled between his legs and pushed up around his balls. He grinned.

`You like?'

`Aw yeah! Can I give your cute li'l bum a massage?'

He didn't say anything; just let the back of his pants up again, turned away and bent over. Slowly, I began rubbing his messy cheeks, spreading his poo all over, and he grunted and whimpered and gasped out how good it felt. I reached the other hand round in front of him and began stroking his rock-hard cock, then wanked him a bit harder, making the poo tickle his balls.

`Oh no, stop it' stop it! You'll make me cum!'

So I went back to stroking his poopy little bottom, and as I did so I realised that I too needed to shit now. It was knocking at the back door; a big load that I needed to drop quickly.

`Gonna have to poo soon man.'

He started, as if he'd forgotten that I needed one too.

`What, you ... yeah, shit yourself for me now!'

`Sit down again.'

So he did, wriggling a bit in his mess, and I stood in front of him and pushed my bum towards his face.

Come on,' he gasped. Do your big shit for me, right in my face!'

I was about to do just that whether I wanted to or not! It was coming down my chute, forcing my hole open, pushing its warm, slimy way between my cheeks'

`Aw, I can smell that!' he gasped as I touched cloth.

The smell hit me too as my warm, firm poo started to spread slowly across my bottom. It stank, but Nick seemed to like it as he put his face close to my filling, swelling, squelching pants and sniffed hard.

`Fuck me, that's so fucking ... dirty!'

`Like it?'

`Yeah!!! You done yet?'

`No ... got more ... here it comes!'

He put his hand on the bulge just as I did another fat turd, then I turned around and he rubbed my bottom rhythmically as I strained, farted, pissed in the bath and pushed out some more of my big, stinky hangover poo. A big mass of softer, slimier shit forced its lumpy way out of me and spread warmly between my legs; it began to push up against my balls. It felt amazing, and I was so hard I struggled to piss. Behind me, Nick moaned and wanked and gasped, whimpering as my flow tailed off again.

`Cor! You must've needed to go so bad!'

`I did!'

`More?'

A bit.'

When I'd finished grunting and straining and wiggling my bum, and pushed out the very last of my load, he spun me round before I'd had a chance to tuck my cock back in my trousers, took it in his mouth and began giving me a blowjob.

`Oh stop that ... don't wanna cum yet!'

So he did, pulling away with one last flick of his tongue around the swollen head of my cock. Instead he stood up and kissed me full on the lips. We kissed hard. His hand slipped down my back, over my crack and down to my load. He ran his hand across it; cupped it in his palm; pressed it lightly and warmly against my skin. I did the same to him, rubbing his poo about even more. Then he drew away, turned me round and pulled out the back of my pants.

Fuckin' nice big shit! You've done a right pile! Smells real nasty too ... like it!' Then he straightened me up, spun me round and grinned. Your turn to sit in it!'

So I did. Holding his hand as I went, I lowered myself slowly down. I paused as the poo touched the toilet lid and pressed harder against my skin, bounced lightly up and down a few times, anticipating the moment, shifted forwards a little, and then let go and sat down firmly.

`Oh my God!'

The sensation - the squish around my bum and balls, the warmth, the smell ` was amazing. It always is, but having him there smiling and holding my hand, knowing he'd done the same and breathing in his stink as I went, doubled it. I pretty much lost control for a few seconds, writhing around and moaning.

`Feel good yeah?!'

`Amazing!'

`Come on, let's see the damage.'

So I stood up and showed him, pulling my pants down to show him my messy behind.

Nice,' he said. But I can make it better. Bend over!'

So I did, and he took his turn to massage my bum and cover it in my poop. I could only stand, bending over with my hands on my knees, whimpering out loud as he rubbed the poop out across my cheeks. He pulled me upright, spun me around and kissed me again.

`Sit on my knee,' I breathed as we drew apart.

He nodded, and I sat down again, bringing him with me, and he sat facing away from me and giggled happily as I bounced him on my knee. Then he twisted himself round, kissed me again and pulled out his big cock. His shit had squashed right up to the base of it, I saw. So had mine, nearly.

This is awesome!' he exclaimed. It's so fuckin' hot!'

He broke off smiling happily. Instead we kissed again. He reached down and fumbled my cock out, and we began wanking slowly together, wriggling and squishing around. His shit was warm and gooey on my knee, and as he writhed some of it squashed out of his pants and fell to the floor.

Ooh, oh,' he grunted. Then, Oh, I'm gonna cum man ... Oh!'

As he started to come he stood up sharply and shot his big load all over my face and chest. He spunked everywhere, grunting and whimpering. But even as cum still trickled from his dick I turned him around, bent him over and hauled down his pants. They were caked in sticky, stinking shit and his bottom was absolutely covered. I shot my spunk all over it.

We were a right mess. Both of our bottoms were covered in it and so were my legs, and it took a lot of bog roll and showering to get us clean, but we managed it in the end. Then we sat and had another joint.

`We'll have to do this again,' I said cautiously.

`Yeah! Loads of things I wanna try with you!'

So we agreed to meet sometime soon, and then with a shy kiss he was gone.

I hope you enjoyed reading this story. If you did, let me know. Who knows, I might write a part 2: what would you like the cute ginger lad with the dirty bottom to do next? Should I put him in a nappy? Should he squat over me and do his next big stinking shit on my face? Should I fuck him up the arse while he tries to poo? All ideas welcome! namabmas@gmail.com