This is a story involving scat between 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.
Six hot young men using me as their toilet in succession was my surprise birthday present. I knew the lads were planning something -- Adam had told me they wanted to make a fantasy come true -- but I didn't know until it was about to happen that they were going to do it, or that they'd invited along a few others as well. Adam I'd been fucking for a while; Steve I knew and had messed about with before, and I'd met Andy and Joey a few times too, but Marcus and Ian were new to me. They were fucking hot, though; trim lads in their twenties like the others. They'd all look hot on the toilet, I thought, and they all needed to shit now. They'd all been eating leads of fibrous food and taking bulk-formers for days; Ian said he'd never crapped so much in his life as he had the day before, and now he felt as if he had a brick up his arse. Joey stuck his bottom in my face and let out a rank-smelling fart. I wanked my dick through my trousers, and seeing I liked it, Andy lowered his trousers and invited me to stick my nose between his milky white cheeks. I did so, and felt his rasping fart on my nose and mouth. It too smelled really strong, and I moaned. I carried on moaning even after Andy turned around and shoved his cock in my mouth, and then he farted again as my tongue rolled round the head of his cock. Then Marcus pushed him aside, bared his bum, stuck his hairy, musky crack right in my face and farted; a wet, need-a-shit fart which smelled rank. I was near enough in heaven, as these six hot lads farted on me, made me suck their thick cocks and sniff their sweaty arses; knowing that before long I'd be lying under them as their wonderful shit came out.
I've really got to go,' said Adam suddenly. I'm so desperate to poo now. Come on...'
So we did. We all stripped naked. I got into the big, sunken bath and lay on my back, and over me Steve placed the rimseat for the lads to sit on, and by the bath a toilet roll, since I love a man wiping his bottom; especially from underneath, straight after he's dumped his shit on me! The lads gathered round, tense and horny; erect dicks jutting out like guns. Adam climbed in, and as he slowly lowered himself down I anticipated what was about to happen to me.
I'd known Adam a while. He was into the same sort of things as me: we'd watched each other shit a few times, and once we'd pooped our pants together. He was 24; tall and slim and cute, with a red-cheeked smiley face fringed with fashionably floppy dark hair. He did big, firm poos that smelled rich and erotic. He looked very sweet sitting on the toilet, grinning shyly as his hefty turds plopped into the bowl. He'd looked even cuter with his face all red and a big bulge forming in the back of his pants, and better still after he'd sat in it and then pulled down his pants to show me his pooey bottom. Even the memory made me horny, though not as horny as what he was about to do! His bubble bum hung a few inches over my chest, his wrinkled little arsehole clenched tight as he held in his shit.
`Ready?'
Yes, yes,' I moaned. Shit on me now.'
`I'll do it slowly.'
`Yes, do...'
No sooner had I started to speak than his anus puckered out and opened, and through the pink ring nosed his turtle's head, thick and dark brown. He paused and I contemplated it, breathing hard in excitement. Then he opened up a bit wider and the turtle's head lengthened into a thick, cracked tube sliding slowly out of his bum. All of a sudden I could smell it, a mild pooey aroma that got stronger as more came out of him. He paused again with about four or five inches out, hanging stiffly from him. Then he pinched his hole shut and it thudded heavily onto my chest. It felt heavy and slimy and warm. Adam began pissing. He had half a hard-on so it arced from him in a yellow stream and splashed across my legs. As he weed on me he heaved. His dirty hole clicked open, he farted loudly, and then started to push out another sturdy log. Like the last one it was solid and dark brown, glistening on its cracked, lumpy surface. It broke off just below him and flopped into my chest hairs. Adam paused for a second or two, the broken end still jutting from him, and then pushed his anus out a bit further. A third hefty lump thumped onto my chest, and then a fourth. The last few, softer inches slid cleanly from him and completed the pile. He sat for a bit amid the thick smell he'd made, pushing his dirty hole in and out, and then a last slim, worm-like turd slithered out. He grunted with satisfaction. Then he reached for the toilet paper, tore a bit off and folded it slowly as he gave one last little strain. I'd watched Adam wipe his bum many times before. He does it sitting, and this time was no exception. He wriggled forward on the seat and lifted his right buttock, then inserted his paper and wiped slowly backwards, leaving a big brown smear on the paper. He dropped it in the bath next to me and used another, and then another until his sweet bottom was clean. As he stepped out of the bath he smiled and winked at me.
`This is what you want, isn't it?'
I nodded and moaned softly.
Ian was next. He was tall and slim and blonde, and unbelievably pretty; the kind of lad you really don't imagine doing big, smelly dumps. Yet as he sat on the rimseat with his slender backside hanging over me, just a bit below where Adam had gone, his hairless hole puckered out and he farted loudly. Then he began to push out a thick, golden-brown turd. It was solid and lumpy, its cracked surface glistening. With each push he pissed, his hole puckered a little further and another inch or so came out until six fat inches hung stiffly from his bottom, swaying slight as he shifted position. Then he grunted and gave one more push and it slid cleanly out, tapering off as it went until the last slim end slipped from him. It landed weightily on my abdomen, curling round as it dropped. Almost immediately he began doing another one, which broke off and dropped a couple of fat inches onto me, and then another. It didn't smell much -- Adam's stink pretty much covered it -- but I could hardly believe how much he was doing. Eventually it tailed off.
Ian lit a cigarette and sat idly, pushing occasionally, puckering his dirty hole out and doing little squirts of warm wee from his thick, hard cock. We watched in silent anticipation. Then he strain again, harder this time, and then farted softly and immediately started doing another slim, snaky turd. It slipped cleanly from him and broke off three or four times before he farted out the end. It smelled a bit stronger now; warm and pooey and cloying. He sat there a while longer, but he really had finished now, and he reached for the toilet paper. I contemplated the huge heap he'd left as he stood over me and wiped his bum. It was pretty clean and he didn't need much paper, so very soon he was stepping out of the bath to make way for Marcus, who was standing uncomfortably by.
Marcus was lithe and round-faced, with longish spiky hair and the cutest smile I'd seen in ages. The cheeks of his bum were just like those of his face; pink and round and smooth, and as they parted they showed off his tight pink hole, peeping out from a little fuzz of hair.
I so need a shit,' he said coyly. I've not been for two days ... this is gonna be massive!'
`Do it on his cock!'
Adam looked at me as if to say, `Okay?'
`Yeah, shit on my cock!'
So he did. He shuffled the rimseat forward a little until his bottom hung over my hard-on, pointing up across my stomach, and then he grunted and let go. His hole popped open and a thick snaky poo started to slither out. It was a rich, light brown; smooth and dull on the surface, cracking slightly as it pulled stickily apart. The first couple of inches broke off slowly, a curved sausage, and fell onto my cock. It was soft and sticky and, I suddenly realised, it stank. Even over Adam and Ian's smells, the sharp reek that Marcus's shit was giving off was overpowering. It was disgusting, and it was awesome.
`Oh that's so smelly...'
The turd was still sliding out, its broken end coming towards me. Then another piece pulled away and fell. It slid slimily off my cock and nestled in my pubes. Then another lump came, and another and another, and more after that; smooth sausages that built up into a ragged, reeking mound across my cock and balls. As it came he started to piss, all over my feet until he directed his semi-hard cock towards my legs. As the stream started to slacken he pushed a few times, puckering his filthy hole out with delightful clicking noises, and let loose another string of mushy turds, interspersed with wet, reeking farts. That really did empty him out completely, and after sitting for a bit longer he picked up the bog roll and started to wipe his bum. He had to use loads to get clean, scrunching it up and rubbing vigorously at his shithole, stiff sitting as he did so. But finally he managed it, and with a look down, a wink and a satisfied smile at the stinking pile he'd deposited on my cock and balls he climbed out to make way for the next.
Joey pushed the rimseat back, so his turds would fall on my upper chest. He was tall and dark and shapely. I contemplated his curved, hairy leg as he lowered himself onto the rimseat, and then his slim, lithe bottom. He must have needed to go badly, because no sooner had he lowered himself down than his hole opened and he pooed out a firm, smooth log. A few thick inches broke from it, flopped onto my chest and half rolled, half slithered across my shoulder. I thought it'd fall off me altogether, but instead it sat there, just below my chin, its sharp stink in my nostrils. He grunted and pushed out the rest of it.
`Pass me a fag, man.'
Someone did, and Joey lit it and smoked quietly for a bit before he started trying to poo again. He strained and farted and pissed, and another log started to come out of him. This one got softer as it came and lump after sticky lump dropped from him and piled up on me. I couldn't believe how much he did. He farted wetly as the flow tailed off, squeezed his dirty hole stickily shut, and then pushed again, farted and did a slim, soft poo that coiled softly around the top of his mound like a snake. The smell was disgusting as he sat and tried to push out another. Eventually he managed one last worm-like turd, and then he started wiping his bum. He stood up to wipe, and he didn't use much paper, taking only a few sheets at a time and folding them neatly. The way he dabbed at his pooey hole was almost dainty. Then he stepped out.
Steve contemplated the piles of shit Adam and Joey had deposited on my chest and Marcus's stinking heap covering my cock, and positioned himself so as to shit on my abdomen, near where Ian had. He was a solidly built, macho lad and his hairy bum had been letting out foul-smelling farts for an hour. I hoped he'd do a really big, disgusting poo, and he didn't disappoint. No sooner had he sat down than his hole opened and a big, dark-brown column slid quickly out, thudded onto my chest and then gave way to a massive load of mushy shit, piling up on my tummy like a cowpat. It streamed lumpily from his pink, puckered hole, with loud wet farts. The stink hit me in a rushing wave and I moaned and breathed it in. Then Steve's stream tailed off into a final, spattering couple of lumps, and he sighed in satisfaction. Piss streamed from his dick like a hosepipe, and he strained and grunted and farted, and tried to push out more shit. But that first mighty load had pretty much emptied him out, and after straining out a couple of slim brown worms soon he gave up and reached for the bog roll. His hole was very dirty and it took him a lot of vigorous wiping with big scrunches of paper before he was clean. Then he stood up, looked down, and smiled with satisfaction at the mess he'd made.
Then it was time for the last one. By now I was so madly aroused there was only one thing I wanted
`Do it on my face Andy,' I whimpered.
He nodded, and Adam handed me a pair of goggles, so I could keep my eyes open as he did it. Andy was slightly older than the others, a clean-cut guy, averagely built but with a slightly protruding tummy. His pale face was open and friendly, his eyes blue and his blonde hair in a sensible, grown-up style. His weighty cock and balls swung as he shuffled the rimseat backwards and sat down, his white cheeks parting to reveal a crack full of fair, wiry hairs and his wrinkled arsehole peeping out between them a few inches above my face. I'd never seen him poo, but he'd sent me a picture of his thick turds in the toilet and I couldn't wait to smell and feel them. I hadn't planned to have my face crapped on, but I was so turned on now that nothing else would do. Already covered in awesome, disgusting shit from my balls to my neck, I clamped my mouth shut and waited.
Andy's hole puckered out, and he farted loudly, right in my face. It smelled strongly -- a real pooey blast. Behind it emerged the rounded head of a thick, golden brown turd. It slid slowly out of Andy's bum and came towards me. I could feel its warmth now and sense its weight. Then Andy gave a little push, his hole puckered out still further, and it touched down on the tip of my nose. It was firm and greasy, its surface cracked. As it slid down over my nostrils the stink became overwhelming. Then it broke off and the end thudded down onto my face, across the goggles. He started to piss all over my dirty chest, and I whimpered through my tight-shut lips. I could only see a little out of my right eye now, but I could see enough to know that Andy was still pushing out his thick, lumpy log. Then another one landed, right across my other eye. Thus blinded, I just had to lie there and feel the thumps as Andy's turds landed on my face, piling up and sliding off down my cheeks. Then he stopped.
`You done?' Ian asked him.
He only grunted, and I guess he must have shaken his head, because the lads went quiet. I could hear the faint clicking of his dirty hole as he pushed. Then all of a sudden he gave a big, wet fart and covered my face in mushy shit. I almost gagged with the smell as it rolled slowly down my cheeks and over my forehead. Then he stood up.
`Fuck, look at his face. You ok?' Adam asked.
I nodded.
They went quiet for a second or so, and I wondered what was happening. Someone was wanking near me, maybe more than one ... Ian, probably, judging from the moaning. Then all of a sudden he grunted loudly, and I felt spunk spatter across my chest. Then came another load, and another, until all of them had spurted their cum all over me. Then one of them began to wank my shitty cock and I began to moan and squirm around, shit sliding everywhere; it was so fucking intense, and I've never come so hard in my life.
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