Mark

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 2

Mark started to need a shit as he walked home from university one afternoon a few weeks later. He was in a horny kind of mood that day. The last lecture had been dull, and he'd spent most of it contemplating the pretty blonde lad across the room, whom he'd seen going into a cubicle before it started. Mark had ducked into the next one, sat down and listened intently as the lad had a noisy, loose poo, and then gone in and had a good sniff. Then his attention had switched to a mature student sitting nearby. He had a thing for guys ten years or so older than him, especially pooing for them, and being fucked by them. In his mind's eye the guy had begged Mark to shit on him, and then gagged at the smell of his turds. At that moment he had realised he was nursing a semi and made himself concentrate until the end, but his mind returned to it as he walked, especially when the pressure began to build up in his bowels.

He began to imagine squatting on a piece of paper when he got back, videoing himself shitting to put on the internet for the world to see. Or maybe he could do it in his pants. He'd seen videos of guys doing that, but he'd not tried it himself. He sometimes wanked over the thought of being made to shit himself, though; having to hold it in until he was so desperate he lost control, and then being taunted and humiliated, sometimes by the same guys whom he imagined being forced to take his shit in their faces. Sexuality was a weird thing... But then he remembered, Adam would be in, and maybe Chris as well, so he couldn't do anything other than go to the toilet, and then probably have them complain about the smell on the landing. He thought about turning back to uni and going for a shit in the toilets, but decided not to. He was nearly home, and anyway, if Adam wanted to moan about him having a shit again then he could just moan back about how he'd spent half an hour in the kitchen doing the washing up that Adam never bothered with.

When he got home he went to his room to dump his bag. His need to poo had subsided a bit, and Adam had mentioned the others were going out a bit later, so if he waited he'd be able to enjoy his dump in peace after all. Instead he logged on to the scat site, stroking his semi idly as he browsed a couple of profiles. There was a new one, he noticed, from a trim-looking guy in his early thirties. His username was ToiletSi, and as his name suggested he loved being a toilet for young lads. The bigger and nastier their shit, the better: he begged them for it and then ate every last morsel as they squatted over his open mouth. Mark's dick sprang fully to attention as he read a couple of comments about how he'd eat everything he was given, and how genuine and dirty he was. Mark got even harder at the pics of him lying under a rimseat in a mask, his mouth open and a slim lad sitting over him with a big log emerging from his bottom. Mark hadn't often fantasised about eating or feeding: they were a bit too extreme for him, but he couldn't help being turned on now. He was still browsing, starting to think about lying down for a wank before getting on with his essay, when a message arrived. His stomach plummeted when he saw it was from ToiletSi.

-Hi sexy. Love your big shits. You looking for a toilet?

There was a face pic with it. The guy was hot; tall and bronzed and blonde-haired, with a nice muscular body and a cute friendly face. Mark pictured himself feeding him, and his heart pounded. The prospect was incredible. He messaged back, trying to sound more confident than he was:

-Hey. Yeah, I am. Want to shit on a guy's face.

-Awesome. I wanna eat your big turds. I can accom if you like?

-Yeah, would be good: I have housemates.

-When you free?

-I'm about most of the time so whenever really.

-I'm horny: you free now?

Mark's heart pounded harder. Here was the chance, now, if he wanted to take it. He almost bottled out, but then steeled himself.

-I can be, yes.

-Cool! You full?

-Yeah, need a shit big time.

As he wrote that last message he lifted one cheek and farted, a little, wet, need-a-shit fart whose smell rose between his legs. He was horny as fuck and really starting to need to shit again. ToiletSi didn't reply for a few minutes and Mark squirmed in discomfort. If he didn't get a message back soon he'd have to go to the toilet ... but no, here it was!

Ten minutes later he was on a bus towards the address Simon -- for that was the man's name -- had given him. He could hardly believe what was happening. It felt unreal that he was heading out to meet an older guy who wanted to eat his shit; it was amazing that he might be about to live out the darkest fantasy he'd ever had. His heart was still pounding. But he was nervous too, afraid of the unknown and wary of walking into a stranger's house to do something so ... dirty. And risky too, maybe: anything could happen to him! Visions of being assaulted, robbed, raped or worse suddenly flashed through his mind. He almost rang the bell to stop the bus and go home, but then the thought of the man under the rimseat stopped him, and he sat in an agony of indecision. His shit sat heavily in his bowels. He wanted to fart again, but he daren't in case he let a little out. Nerves and horn had made him feel wired and high and anxious, like the few times he'd tried drugs. `Oh God, please don't let this go wrong,' he thought over and over again.

Eventually the bus reached the other side of the city, and he got off and walked up a street of nondescript terraces to the address he'd been given. It looked as ordinary as the rest, but who knew what might happen inside! Dry-mouthed, almost hoping for no answer, he knocked at the door. Someone was coming. He couldn't back out now...

`Mark? Hi, come in.'

Simon had a nice, friendly smile: that was the first thing Mark's racing mind registered. He still looked young, even if his face was a bit more lined than Mark's, and his shaven hair was as thin as Mark's would be in a few years' time.

`Come on through,' he said, smiling again.

Mark began to relax a bit, even forgetting briefly that he needed a shit as Simon made small talk. He was reassuringly normal, Mark thought, although equally he'd no idea why he'd expected him to be anything else, if indeed he had at all. What was a bloke who ate shit supposed to be like anyway? Mark checked his whirling thoughts and tried to listen to Simon, who was explaining pleasantly that he was free in the days a lot at the moment because he'd just been made redundant, and he was trying to find another job but without much success so far. Mark nodded and said something halting about how bad the economy was, and Simon agreed, smiled reassuringly and moved on. He'd seen Mark's nervousness and sussed that it was his first time, Mark realised suddenly: for all his boyishness he could be quite shrewd at times.

So,' said Simon, looking at him evenly. You need to use the toilet?'

Mark's stomach plummeted again, and the need to poo returned with a vengeance. Here it was: the moment of decision. He could leave now and find somewhere to empty his bowels privately before slinking home, or he could go through with it. He sat on the verge of panic for a split second, and then the realisation washed over him: he wanted to do it. He liked Simon already. The thought of doing it with him -- or doing it to him, maybe -- was amazing. He gulped once, and then nodded.

`Er ... yeah.'

`Need to shit bad, do you?'

`Quite bad, yeah ... keeps coming and going!'

`Good. So, what's it going to be like ... what's your shit like? Those pics on your profile are well horny!'

`Like that ... big logs. Really fucking smelly, too,' he grinned, feeling more confident by the second.

`Really?!'

`Oh yeah, my shit stinks!'

`Yeah, you look like the kind of guy who does a big, smelly one. I bet it tastes good!'

`Er...'

`Not eaten it? Nah, thought not. I fucking love it, eating a guy's shit... so fucking hot!'

Mark's dick was getting hard again, and looking between Simon's legs he saw that he was bulging in his pants too. His heart pounded and his mouth was dry again. Simon was talking again, looking intently at him.

`I want to eat yours, Mark. I want to be your toilet. Will you make me your toilet?'

`Uh-huh.'

`Feed me your shit, nice and slow. Let me savour every bit of it.'

`Yeah, I'll try and do it slowly ... might be hard though: I'm desperate!'

`Okay then. Tell me when you're ready ... I've got everything set up.'

Mark stared, lost for words, as Simon looked into his eyes. He wanted this to happen more than he'd wanted anything. And, he realised, his body was letting him know it would have to happen sooner rather than later. He took a deep breath.

`Er ... best go now. I've really got to go to the toilet!'

The floor seemed soft below Mark's feet as Simon led him slowly upstairs. His vision was blurry and his head was swimming. Everything just felt out of this world, like a crazily intense dream. Time seemed to slow down and it took ages to get to the bathroom. It was quite a big room, neat and tidy like the rest of the house. In the middle of the white-tiled floor was a rimseat. Mark had never seen one in the flesh before and he stared at it for a second or two, picturing himself sitting on it. Next to it was a roll of toilet paper, and a bucket. Mark wondered momentarily if it was there in case Simon puked. Then Simon started taking off his shirt.

`Okay?'

Mark nodded, and began to strip.

`Mmm, nice smooth body,' Simon breathed. He was beautiful, standing naked with a big hard-on. The thought of being fucked by him flashed across Mark's racing mind.

`Come on, let me see your arse.'

Mark lowered his pants slowly. His cock bounced free as his boxer shorts slid down over his smooth cheeks. Simon looked lustfully upon him, then got slowly down on his knees, mouth hanging open. He motioned Mark to come over, and began licking his cock, running his tongue wetly around its swollen purple head.

`Mm, horny boy! May I taste your arse?'

Mark nodded, turned around and bent over. He felt Simon's stubble between his cheeks, and then moaned as Simon began tonguing his anus, sniffing deeply at the musky smell of his crack. He needed to shit so badly now, but he held on and let Simon keep going. He licked and licked, and Mark put his head down and whimpered his pleasure aloud. Hearing he was enjoying it, Simon started to lick harder.

Mmm! Mmm!' he moaned, his face buried deep in Mark's bottom. Oh fuck your ass tastes so nice. I want your shit Mark ... please, give me your shit!'

`Yeah ... now? I really got to go.'

`Mmm!' Simon nodded, and pulled back, leaving Mark's anal area delightfully wet and stimulated. He crawled over, wriggled under the rimseat and lay beneath it, staring longingly up at Mark through the toilet seat.

`Don't do it too quickly, eh? Let me take my time.'

`Okay. I'll try!'

Mark lowered himself down onto the rimseat, facing Simon's feet. Simon licked his ass for a space yet again, moaning how nice it tasted. Then he lay back again, wanking slowly, breathing hard. Mark could feel his hoarse breaths, hot and moist on his bum. His head was spinning and his cock was so stiff it actually hurt: he'd never been so turned on his life. And he needed to shit. He wouldn't be able to hold it in much longer: he could feel it starting to stir in his back passage. Simon's breathing beneath him started to slow down as he relaxed and readied himself. A big mirror stood on the floor opposite, and in it Mark contemplated his broad bottom and big, hairy balls ... and Simon, lying underneath him, wanking and whimpering. He squeezed Mark's ankle gently. Then, very, very slowly, he opened his mouth wide.

Mark's poo was moving properly now, sliding slowly down his chute and pushing at the back door painfully.

`You ready ... here it comes!'

His anus popped open, and his first turd began sliding out. It was thick and lumpy, growing slowly from him until a few fat inches hung from his bottom. Simon stared wild-eyed at it, as it started to pull slowly apart. Then it broke off and dropped into his waiting mouth. Simon immediately relaxed his hand, and Mark paused, a big turd still half-out of his bottom, listening to the chomping, slurping sounds as Simon chewed on his excrement. He was moaning and wanking still as he did so. The smell rose up around them. Then he swallowed.

God, such a disgusting shit!' he gasped thickly. That tastes so fucking bad man! Fucking awesome...'

Mark's back passage was hurting: he had to let the rest of the turd out.

`Okay? I gotta do more...'

`Mmm! Give me more!'

Mark relaxed and the column started to grow from his bottom again, and then he felt another few inches break off. Simon gagged, and Mark pinched his anus shut, sending another lump falling into the older lad's waiting mouth. It stank, Mark realised: the same shitty stink that his housemates moaned about, and now here he was with a man lying underneath him delighting in it, actually eating his turds. Simon was gagging and choking, wanking as he struggled to keep up with the cute boy's flow. He swallowed several times, breathing hard, then retched softly. Maybe he wanted a bit of a breather. Mark couldn't hold back much longer, though. Now his bowels were emptying at last they weren't going to stop easily.

Oh...' he moaned with the effort. I'm pooing again ... oh god!'

He watched in the mirror as Simon gulped, and then opened his brown mouth wide again as Mark's hole gave way to the pressure behind it. It opened with a sticky `poof,' and the next glistening, cracked stalactite started to grow from it. Mark grunted contentedly as it slid hot and lumpy through his ringpiece, making a loud clicking, squelching noise, pulling stickily apart even as it kept coming. Two more hefty chunks fell from him.

`Mmm! Mmm!'

Simon's mouth was stuffed with shit. He pinched Mark's ankle hard, as if to say `Enough!' but Mark was in full flow, and he dropped another big lump on top of the pile before he managed to stop himself. His filthy hole squeezed tight shut, leaving big smears of his poo on his smooth cheeks.

`Oh god,' he grunted again. He leaned back a bit and began stroking his cock, still painfully stiff and feeling fit to burst. Simon gagged softly, whimpering down his nose as he chewed on Mark's waste. He gulped loudly several times, groaning as the filth slid down his throat.

Ugh ... oh! Fucking hell.' His voice was thick and slurred, his mouth covered in sticky brown poo. Your shit stinks. So nasty. Got more?'

`Yes ... loads. Still feel like I need to go badly.'

`Er ... okay then, let's have it.'

Mark's poop chute heaved and he farted wetly in Simon's face. Simon sniffed eagerly and moaned underneath him, and Mark's dirty anus started to pucker out again

`Ooh, here it comes!'

Simon opened his mouth again to receive the thick soft snake that curled fluidly from Mark and fell cleanly onto his brown tongue. Yet again he choked as he chewed. His cock was leaking pre-cum now, Mark noticed as he felt yet another squeeze on his ankle and let his bowel move again. Another smooth sausage slid ecstatically between his cheeks and dropped. Simon retched so hard that Mark jumped, thinking he might be sick, but instead he chewed frantically, gulped, and then opened his mouth just in time to take the last of the turd as it fell from Mark's bottom.

`Oh God ... so much...' he moaned thickly.

`Nearly finished now.'

`Yeah, do...' Simon's voice tailed off as he gagged again, but it was too late. Mark's bowels were emptying themselves out, his hole farting and squelching as ripe, snaky turds curled from him, broke and dropped. He filled Simon's mouth right up one last time, and then stopped, satisfied and empty, breathing hard as listened to Simon whimpering and chomping, gobbling up the last of his shit. He strained gently, but there was no more to come. There was no shit on the floor, he saw: except for what was smeared round his mouth Simon had managed to eat it all.

`Think I'm done.'

`Wanna wipe?'

The voice came up indistinctly, for Simon was still swallowing his last mouthful. As if in a dream Mark reached for the bog roll, and then half-squatted to wipe. Simon carried on wanking, harder and harder, crying out aloud as Mark dropped clump after clump of shitty toilet paper on his face. When he'd finished cleaning his bum Mark swung round, grabbed for his swollen cock and wanked frantically. The boys screamed aloud together as Simon's spunk fired over the back of Mark's legs, and Mark shot his cum into the older lad's shitty toilet of a mouth.

He was still buzzing when he got home an hour later. Simon had practically begged him to come again as they cleaned up.

I fucking love your shit,' he had said. You do the best turds I've ever seen ... and so much of it! What do you eat?! I really didn't think I was gonna be able to finish all that last lot: it just kept coming! And the smell ... your shit fucking stinks, man!'

`I know.' Mark grinned cheekily.

`It's so fucking hot, and it tastes nasty. You do really thick shit ... it's a fucking mission to eat. Love it!'

He was meant to be going to the pub that evening, but he couldn't face dealing with his mates. He just wanted to be alone and think about what he'd done, and what might happen next. Alone in his room he logged onto the site again, and there on his profile was a new public comment:

• He's a real sweetie. Such a nice boy and his cute ass produces so much nasty shit. Best feeder I've ever met! Thanks for a lovely session xx

At that he finally relaxed and lay back on his bed, smiling happily.

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