This is a story involving a young man's solo scat fantasies, progressing on to light and heavy scat and other sexual activities between young 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.
Mark
Chapter 1
Ugh, for fuck's sake,' Adam grumbled, not for the first time, as he opened the bathroom door. I wish you'd go for a shit at university. It's fucking rank in there. And I bet you've left fucking skids again as well.'
`I can't help when I need to crap, can I?!' Mark snapped, heading back to his room.
He felt about half a stone lighter, as he usually did after his daily shit, but the big logs that had curled from his bottom and splashed into the toilet really had smelled bad, and he'd left big smears of it on the bottom of the bowl. No wonder Adam was screwing up his nose in disgust.
Mark's shit had always stunk. Even as a baby his nappies had been vile: his mum told him that when he was twelve, complaining bad-temperedly about the smell he'd left in the toilet. It didn't change as he got older either: no matter what he ate or didn't eat he was often gassy, his shit was always big and smelly, and sometimes it was absolutely disgusting. He went every day, usually in the afternoon. The urge to take a dump often came to him quite suddenly, and when it did he had to find a toilet soon. No sooner did he plonk his arse on the seat than his hole opened and the brown column started to slide out of him. His logs were thick and lumpy at first, and the `plop, plop, plop' as they dropped into the bowl echoed round the cubicle. Sometimes he farted loudly as well, usually as he strained a bit, and the mushier, softer shit started to come out. By the time he'd finished the bowl was full up and the last of his turds poked above the water like an island. Lads pissing at the urinals on the other side of the room wrinkled their noses at the smell. He had to use a lot of paper to clean his bum. He wiped sitting, shuffling forward and lifting his right cheek off the seat, and then reaching round behind to rub gently at his relieved , sticky hole. He often left skidmarks: big smears of his shit across the bottom of the bowl, and just occasionally he actually blocked the toilet. Some lads would be embarrassed about moving their bowels if they did so as nastily as Mark, or they just wouldn't notice or care. Not Mark, though: he knew and he liked it, and he liked others doing it too.
As a small boy Mark had been embarrassed about pooing, especially after the time he'd dirtied his pants at school. The smell had given him away, and he'd never been allowed to forget it. He got grief for making smells in the toilet too, and that made him shy about the whole business. He didn't like talking about it, hated the sound and smell of someone else doing it, and he tried to be very private about his own. When he went to secondary school he never used the toilets, and always got home desperate. His parents were usually both out at work when he got home and there was no-one in, so he had some privacy. He was a horny teenager so he often had a wank when he got in too, and somehow over time he started to associate needing to poo with being horny. About the same time he concluded that he was gay. He'd always fancied boys rather than girls, and now he sat in lesson after lesson fantasising about other boys in the class; sucking their cocks, rimming them as they sat on his face, being fucked up his tight bottom. He was comfortable with this right from the start: in middle-class Britain being gay isn't a big deal these days. He was just impatient to look old enough to go clubbing and meet guys. In the end, he was on top on his first time with another guy, whom he met at a gay bar when he was seventeen. There were brown stains on the condom when he pulled his softening cock out of the moaning blonde boy's hole at the end, but the boy didn't seem embarrassed and Mark shrugged it off, although when he got fucked for the first time a few months later he was relieved to find he didn't cover his boyfriend's cock in his dirty shit. He didn't dwell on the thought that shit was bad with anal sex even though he was turned on by it everywhere else: it was just another thing he didn't understand about his sexuality. All he knew was that he was always horny, like most lads of his age, and that the thought of a guy having a shit was a massive turn-on!
Despite his hang-ups about shitting -- or perhaps partly because of them -- he'd been fantasising about it since he was fourteen, when on a camping holiday he had come across a lad having a shit in the woods. Embarrassed, he slunk behind a bush and watched as the bronzed stud dropped a big pile, a bit disgusted with himself even as he rubbed his hard-on through his pants. He replayed the scene in his mind again and again, and every time he ended up with an erection. At school afterwards he sometimes found himself daydreaming not about pushing his cock into the hole of the pretty lad in front, but watching his shit come out of it. The mere thought had his dick standing to attention. Now he stopped avoiding the school toilets: instead he liked hearing the sound of other lads shitting, and the smells and floaters they left behind when they'd finished. He was still shy about doing his own, but when he had to he got a sort of kinky thrill out of the thought that other people could hear him doing it. Sharing his most private, disgusting act like that felt naughty, like having a wank in the toilet. By the time he got to university he'd lost a lot of his inhibitions; or, perhaps more to the point, he'd bent them into a powerful and deeply private fetish.
One night when he'd not long been at uni he started fantasising about letting a guy he was dating watch as he squatted and pooed on the floor. It was such a hot idea. Stroking his cock he started browsing scat sites on the internet. He knew people were into this sort of thing, of course, but he was shocked at first about how far some people went, and he was amazed how intensely it turned him on. He browsed for ages, stroking his dick through his trousers, and then when he could wait no longer he stripped, lay on his bed and had a wank. He came so hard that his cum spurted all over his face and almost went in his eyes. More and more often after that he wanked with scat fantasies playing through his mind. He remembered the smell the hot ginger football player had left in the toilet earlier in the day, and imagined what he'd done to make it. He imagined a straight friend he quietly fancied watching him shit and then having a wank over his pile. He imagined kneeling behind the same trim lad, watching close-up as he farted out his logs. Over time the fantasies got wilder, and his own shit started to figure more and more too. He wanted to show off his disgusting stinky poo; make another guy suffer it; shit for him; have him wipe his bottom; make him his toilet; take a dump on his face.
Adam grimaced and went into the toilet for a piss, and Mark went back to his room turning it all over in his mind. He still didn't like pooing when his housemates were about, but making Adam suffer his shitty stink was kind of erotic too. Adam would return the favour sometime soon anyway, not suspecting Mark would enjoy it. Adam was a cute, straight, sporty lad: the thought of him having a shit was hot, and he always left a nice aroma behind in the toilet. Then there was his other housemate; tall, blonde Chris. Mark grinned, remembering the time Chris had found the toilet broken when he went to flush it after his morning shit, and Mark had been able to sneak a look at the fat logs in the bowl when he went to see if he could fix it. The sight and smell was burned in his mind. He was horny. He wanted a wank. More to the point, he was thinking out what to write in his profile on the scat dating site he'd just joined.
After he'd lain on his bed for a bit, stroking his hard-on through his jeans and fantasising, he stripped naked and got his camera out. He took a few pictures of himself to put online -- one of his thick cock; another of his sturdy, round bottom; yet another taken across the room using the timer of him standing naked with his back to the camera, showing off his toned, smooth body, and then a similar one from the front. When he was happy with the results he went and uploaded them, along with a couple of face pictures taken by his mates. He was a good-looking lad; a boyish twenty-one, with a round, friendly face and ruddy cheeks, bright blue eyes, and short brown hair already starting to recede a bit round the temples. He should have taken a picture or two of himself sitting on the toilet, he reflected, but never mind: he could do that another time. And he could try holding the camera behind him to capture his logs coming out. In the meantime he'd taken a couple of pictures of his shit in the bowl, which would have to do. He couldn't think of much to write, so he just put that he was a horny student who wanted to experiment, and then, turned on and wanking through his pants, he added that his shit stank and he wanted to do it on a horny man's face. His dick was already starting to leak pre-cum by the time he'd saved everything, so he walked stiffly to the bed.
`I need a shit, I got to take a big dump,' he moaned silently to a man in his mind's eye.
Come on then boy,' the man replied. Let's see your shit.'
Mark knelt down, fingering his bottom and imagining it being his man's tongue, lapping lightly round the hairy hole that held back his turds. As he rolled on his back he imagined himself beginning to shit, the man moaning as he got ready to take it on his chest ... oh fuck, he was going to cum! Yes ... yes ...
`Oh!' he grunted aloud, his back arching and his whole body pulsing as his dick fired hot, sticky cum all over his smooth tummy and chest.
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