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 6
Mark woke up slowly as dawn started to cast a greyish light round the room. His mind was fuzzy and he was disorientated, not sure where he was, except that it wasn't his own bed. Then Ben stirred next to him, and he smiled inwardly as he started to remember the evening before: the meal they'd had in a classy restaurant in town, the long intimate talk over drinks afterwards, the snatched kiss in a darkened street, and then what had happened later here in this bed. He could still feel it now; biting into the pillow and moaning with Ben's cock deep inside him, right up in the pit of his stomach; Ben biting and licking his neck; kissing so hard it almost hurt. He'd never had such good sex in his life. It had been a perfect night, and he was sure it wouldn't be the last: hopefully it would be the first of many. Mark had never felt so contented. He closed his eyes again, snuggled in a little closer as Ben's arm tightened round him, and drifted happily back off to sleep.
`I'm starting to need a poo,' Ben said a few hours later, in a hoarse half-whisper.
Heh, thought you might!' grinned Mark. You desperate?'
`Nah, not yet. I'm gonna have to go sometime though ... wanna watch?'
`What do you think?!'
They were talking quietly, since the café was busy around them as they sat with their coffee, the remains of a big breakfast spread across the table between them. Mark looked around, sure that other customers had clocked their body language, the little smiles and intimacies between them, the stubble rash round Mark's mouth. Not that it mattered if everyone there had clocked that they were gay, of course, but it'd be as well if no-one heard what they were talking about!
`Shall we...?'
`Heh, good idea!' grinned Ben.
So they finished their coffee quickly and walked back to Ben's place.
`That coffee's really made me need to go,' said Ben as they went. All of a sudden he looked a bit uncomfortable.
Good!
`Gonna watch me on the toilet, then? You know, how I said I get off on the idea of being watched just having a shit normally, being spied on, like.'
`Yeah! That sounds good...'
`Don't acknowledge me at all. Y'know, just pretend you're spying on me, and I'll pretend you're not there, or I don't know you're there.'
`Cool, yes, good idea, I wanna see you wipe your ... have you just farted?!'
Ben nodded and grinned and Mark got another little whiff before the breeze whipped the smell away. The boys smiled fondly at one another and walked on down the street, happily sharing their secret.
Back at Ben's house Mark took up position on the side of the bath, looking at the toilet from behind and to the right, and waited. A minute or so later Ben's footsteps sounded outside and he came in, not acknowledging Mark just as they'd agreed. Instead he turned round, unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans and boxers shorts. Mark looked hungrily on his sweet bubble bum as he sat himself down, leaning forward a little with his elbows on his knees. There was silence, broken only by the sound of breathing, and then from underneath Ben there came a faint, slimy crackling noise.
`Plop!'
Ben grunted and shuffled on the seat a little. Then his bottom seemed to fill out a bit as he pushed, and the crackling came again.
`Plop ... plop!'
He was pissing, splashing and hissing against the toilet bowl. Another little turd plopped lightly into the bowl below him as he did so. Mark could smell it now; the same acrid, cloying smell as last time, and he breathed it in eagerly. It was Ben's smell: something as unique and personal to him as the shape of his cock or the way he kissed, and mark loved it. His piss stream tailed off and he sat for a space, looking down at the floor, periodically pushing a little, working the rest of his shit down the chute. Then, after a minute or so, that faint crackling started again.
`Plop! Plop!'
He grunted again, sat for a space, and then reached for the toilet paper. Mark knew he wiped standing and he was eager to watch his technique. Ben folded his paper methodically, gave one more little strain, and then stood up. He bent his legs and bent forward slightly, pushing his bottom out, and then reached round. He wiped gently at first, probing his hole with the paper, then inspecting the brown smear across it, folding it again and repeating the process a couple of times before discarding the paper. Mark watched, stiff-dicked and fascinated. After the third or fourth piece his bum was pretty much clean, and he gave a final vigorous wipe before bending down to pull his pants back up.
Hang on,' said Mark. Don't flush it, I wanna see...'
Ben turned round and grinned at him, and it was obvious from the bulge in his jeans that he was nursing a semi himself.
`Enjoy that, did you?'
Mark nodded vigorously.
`Come on then you pervert, come and have a look.'
So he did, and Ben fondled his bottom as he admired his shit; two thick, curled logs floating amid the paper and some smaller lumps underneath.
`Like it?' Ben pulled him a little closer.
`Oh God yes!'
`I wanna watch you later ... when you need to poo. Will you do me another of your nasty shits?'
`Of course I will.'
They were very close now, kissing gently even as Ben reached out and flushed the toilet, and then back to stroke Mark's cock through his jeans. They began to move towards the door, heading for the bedroom again.
A couple of hours later they were lying naked in bed together, the duvet half-covering their legs, Mark running his fingers through the soft fuzz of fair between Ben's nipples. Ben looked up into his eyes, and Mark noticed with some amusement that there was still spunk in his hair.
Cum all over me Mark,' he had begged, drawing back from sucking on Mark's cock. Cum on my face ... give me your spunk!'
Mark had nodded eagerly, and directed Ben's mouth back to his swollen, pulsing penis, moaning as Ben alternately sucked and licked, and then shut his eyes quickly as Mark pushed his head back. He came very hard, moaning and spurting all over Ben's face, leaving him with sticky white jizz running down his cheeks and chin. Ben rolled his tongue round his mouth, licking up what he could reach and swallowing it down eagerly, then rolling over on his back for Mark to suck him off too. Now they were lying together, cuddling, talking, starting to turn one another on yet again as Mark felt the familiar, welcome sensation starting to build in his bowels.
`I'm gonna fart,' he said, gazing intently back at Ben.
`In my face ... do it right in my face!'
Mark turned round and knelt over Ben, who shoved his nose right in the crack of his arse and sniffed eagerly at the ripe, noisy farts that blasted across his face. His cock grew and stiffened as he did.
Oh God,' he moaned. I fucking love that smell, the smell of your shit ... so fucking erotic!'
Mark climbed back off him.
I'm gonna have to do a poo soon,' he said, smiling sexily. Where shall I do it?'
`In the bath. And let me sit right behind you and watch you do it, really close!'
`Okay then. Shall we...?
So they did. Ben got into the bath and sat with his legs wide apart, and Mark sat on the side, hanging his bum over so his shit would fall just in front of Ben, where he could wank over it.
`Ready?'
`Yeah ... come on, do your big stinky shit for me.'
Mark relaxed and felt his bowels starting to stir. The heavy load inside him began to slide slowly down the chute, pressing ecstatically against his hole. He farted softly as it began to open, and Ben moaned behind him, wanking slowly as he watched the head of Mark's thick turd emerge, a column growing slowly until several lumpy brown inches hung from his bottom. It broke suddenly.
`Thump!'
The column, now jagged and broken at the end kept growing. The smell rose up, thick and rank, and another few fat inches dropped from Mark and thudded into the bath. He pushed again and let go the last, tapered end of his turd. Piss began to stream from him, pouring down the side of the bath and around Ben as he lay there wanking.
`Oh God ... fucking love it man ... love watching you shit.'
I'm not done yet!' Mark smiled. I still feel like I need to go badly ... ooh, here comes some more!'
He farted loudly as his dirty hole clicked open again, and he began pushing out a long turd, thinner and smoother than the first. It curled round to the left, smearing the inside of his cheek, then broke off and fell.
`Done?'
`Nearly.'
But he hadn't, as he realised after another minute or so of straining, feeling more slide down towards the exit, listening to Ben's moans behind him. It came out in a rush, smooth and soft and very smelly, falling with a series of `splats' onto the big pile just in front of where Ben was lying.
`Oh ... oh Christ, your shit is amazing ... smells so bad!'
`I've finished.'
`Wipe your bum ... let me watch you wipe!'
He reached for the toilet paper and stayed sitting, wiping as he usually did. His bumhole was typically filthy and it took him the usual load of paper to get clean, listening all the while to the sound of Ben wanking behind him. He was madly turned on too now, and he hastened to finish wiping himself. As soon as he'd dropped the last of the shitty toilet paper into the bath he spun round and surveyed the scene. Ben's face was contorted, his breathing harsh, moaning more and more loudly as he got near to cumming. Mark began to wank too, dribbling pre-cum over Ben and his pile, until they came together yet again.
That evening found them sitting in a gay-friendly pub in near the university, nearly-finished pints on the table in front of them. It was Sunday evening and they'd have to go their separate ways soon; Ben home, to get ready for work the next day, and Mark back to his housemates and the essay he had to hand in that week and hadn't finished. But not yet: neither of them wanted the weekend to finish.
I really like you, Mark,' Ben said softly, looking intently at him over the table. When can we see one another again?'
Mark's heart fluttered. He looked back equally intently, and then broke into a smile.
`Soon. Very soon. I ... I really like you too. It's been so, er...'
`Yes, it has. I love spending time with you ... not just the sex thing, but ... well, you know. You're such a sweet guy; so nice to be around. I really want to see more of you.'
Mark broke into a huge, helpless grin. He couldn't put into words what he wanted to say, but he didn't really need to. The look he gave Ben said it all: he felt the same, and he'd be deeply disappointed if he didn't get to see more of Ben; much more.
Look,' said Ben, smiling sexily. It's only eight o'clock and we needn't leave it just yet. We could go back to mine again for a bit. Shall we...?'
He winked. Mark grinned again and nodded. The boys drained their pints, put on their jackets and headed out together through the quiet streets, walking close together, contented but excited, smiling at one another and talking quietly of a wonderful weekend, a pleasure and a secret shared, and many more days together to come.
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