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Toilet Fetish Twink
Chapter Two
After that first meeting we started to talk on WhatsApp when he was having a shit. He used to sit on the toilet and talk dirty to me, pausing as he pushed out a turd and then telling me how he was getting splashback and it smelled, and how he wished I was there to wipe his bottom for him. Other times he did it in busy public toilets, getting off on doing it where we couldn't talk at all, and I just got to watch his expression harden cutely as he pushed and listen to the crackle and plops. When he was done he'd stand up and hold the camera down so I could see his shit in the toilet. Then he found a nice quiet disabled toilet and put his phone to the side of him across the room, as if it was spying on him. He pretended it wasn't there as he pulled down his pants and sat his bare bottom down on the seat, and settled forward with his elbows on his knees in the classic position of a lad having a dump. I was at home, and I pawed at my hard cock through my pants at the sight of him on the toilet. Then he grunted softly and his bottom heaved a little.
'Ploop ... plomp ... plomp ... ploop ... plop.'
His drops were heavy and resonant and slow, as if a solid turd was sliding out of him, and while they were still sounding he fumbled with his semi and let out a long piss. He plopped again a couple of times as it ended. Then he reached to his right, and the toilet roll holder rumbled loudly. He tore off a long stretch and folded it neatly, paused and strained one more time, and then stood up. I love a lad who wipes his bottom standing. Nick looked so undignified as he bent well forward and stuck it out, parted his cheeks with his left hand and reached around to wipe with his right. He did it slowly and deeply at first, digging his fingers well in, and inspecting the paper each time before he folded it again. His hole wasn't very dirty, and it only took a couple of lengths of paper to get him clean. He stuck his bum out further and gave his hole a last quick little rub, and then pulled his pants up.
'You like that?' he breathed into the camera before he turned it off. 'It smells. Wish you were here with me. We've got to meet up again soon!'
The next time came sooner than either of us expected. That Saturday found me in one of the shopping centres in town,wondering where best to go for a new shirt for work, when I spotted him coming out of a shop only a few yards away. He was alone, carrying a couple of plastic bags, and looking a bit aimless as he stopped and reached into his pocket for his phone.
'Nick!' I said loudly.
He started for a moment, then saw who it was and came over, grinning.
'Hiya! How are you? What brings you down here?'
'Oh, I just needed one or two things and I'm not doing anything else, so... How about you?'
'Yeah, the same. It's my mum's birthday tomorrow and I'd forgotten to get her anything!'
It was early afternoon and neither of us was doing anything until the evening, so we went for a coffee in the big Costa nearby. It was quite quiet for a Saturday and there was no-one at the tables around us as we sat chatting. Nick took a sip of his coffee, and I noticed his eyes linger on the pretty gay lad working behind the counter.
'Yeah, he is cute, isn't he!' I chuckled.
'Ha ha, yeah,' grinned Nick. 'Such a nice arse. Bet he likes a big hard cock in it!'
'Yeah, I reckon so. He'd look so hot on the toilet as well!'
'Hmm, yeah ... yes he would!' He looked at me slyly under his eyebrows. 'I've not been today, by the way...'
'Ooh, have you not?!' I asked, with a little fluttering in my stomach.
'No. I thought I would earlier, cos I've not been since yesterday morning, but I didn't for some reason. I dunno why, cos I ate a lot yesterday. Maybe it's cos I had an omelette at lunch. Eggs sometimes do that to me!'
'Yeah, me too. Do you normally go in the morning then?'
'Sometimes. I'm not that regular though. I go most days, but at different times. Depends on what I eat, I think. And if I have coffee it sometimes makes me need to go.' He fingered his mug and smiled cutely again. 'Think it is now, actually.'
'What, you need a shit?!'
'Erm ... yeah, slightly.' He looked up in that cute way he did when he was thinking. 'Actually ... yeah, it's definitely starting to come on.'
He looked back at me across the table, fingered his coffee cup and winked, and glanced down at his crotch as if he was nursing a semi. I was certainly starting to. My stomach was fluttering again, and my mind raced. The chance was just too good to miss, and I could see he was thinking the same.
'So ...do you wanna come back to mine then?' I asked quietly.
'Could do. But ... I've got another idea. Y'know I like doing it in public, yeah? Well, I filmed that video you liked in the disabled toilet here. I was thinking, we could go there...'
'What, you mean I watch you in there?! No, that's ... it's too risky. We'd get caught.'
'No, don't worry, we won't. I don't mean the busy one near the car park; I'm talking about the one upstairs. It's usually quiet up there, even on a weekend, and once we're in there no-one can hear anything.'
'Yeah, but if we're seen going in...'
'Then we won't go in, not if there's someone there to see. But I bet you there won't be anyone around. Most of the shops up there are shut!'
'True...' I mused, warming to the idea as I realised just how naughty it would feel watching him go in a public toilet.
'Go on...' he said softly. 'I'm really starting to need a poo. I wanna go and do it there, and you watch me and wipe my bum for me. Let's finish these coffees and go ... and wank over it when I'm done, before we flush the toilet.'
I gave in. We finished the coffee quickly, talking in urgent half-whispers, both of us getting more and more turned on. Finally he drained his cup and went to put his jacket on, and we set off. I felt intensely self-conscious as we walked through the bustling shopping centre and onto the escalator up to the top floor, as if it was obvious we were going to do something kinky. At the top of the escalator I glanced around. There were few shops open on this floor – a lot of the big brands had moved to a newer shopping centre on the other side of town, and those which remained had concentrated on the floors below – and there were only a few people around.
'See,' he said. 'Told you it was dead up here. Come on.'
A woman and her children passed us as we got near to the toilets, but there was no-one else in sight. Heart racing, I followed him into the disabled toilet and locked the door. He turned around to me, his face all intense and pensive, and his hand went to his crotch.
'I really need a shit now,' he breathed.
I still couldn't quite believe what was happening. My head was spinning and my cock pressed uncomfortably against my pants l as I stepped over and stood next to the toilet, and he came and stood in front of it, fumbling with his belt. As he did so he let out a little squeaky fart, and a second or two later the faintest little smell tickled my nostrils. It seemed to bring home to me what was happening, and I got harder still. He undid his flies and let his jeans fall down, leaving just his tight designer pants covering his peachy bottom. Then he pulled them down too, and his perfect cheeks tautened as he sat down. He was well forwards on the seat so I could see down behind him, and he leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees, so that his T-shirt rode up his smooth back and showed his arse off even more. He looked so hot sitting on the toilet, bare-bottomed and slightly vulnerable, about to do that most taboo thing right in front of me in this public place. The silence was total.
'Uh ... uh ... ooh.'
Nick gave a couple of soft little grunts and his bottom filled out a bit, and then with another little strain he let out a low sigh of satisfaction. His tight little hole twitched, puckered out and in, and then flared, pushed open by the solid, glistening turd that nosed its way through. Its pointed end jutted out of him for a second, came out further as he strained a couple of times, and then stopped. It was dull and cracked and very solid, as if he was a bit constipated. He grunted and pushed it out a little further, and then again, and a rounded lump suddenly fell away.
'Plop!'
I couldn't help glancing at the door as the sharp sound echoed in the room, and he looked round and grinned cutely.
'It's really solid,' he said. 'I'm having to push it out.'
His bottom heaved again. He still had a brown plug sticking through his hole, and now as he gave another soft grunt it slid out of him. It was still cracked and lumpy and he had to push it out, until the first couple of inches jutted out of him at an angle. Then he gave another sigh and a push, and it started to slide slowly out. The soft crackle and then his light smell rose up from him as it bent downwards towards the water, further and further, and then starting to pull apart.
'Plomp!'
Water splashed up on his bottom and onto the seat behind him as his hefty turd dropped. His chute was still pushing, expelling a long turd with his hole crackling louder as it curled, bent and broke.
'Plop ... plop, ploop, ploop ... plip-plop!'
'Mmm!' I breathed as I watched his tight little hole close up over his long, sturdy logs floating in the water below him. 'Big one!'
'Yeah!' He looked round, grinning. 'I really needed that!'
'Yeah, I bet! Have you finished?'
'No. I really need a wee though, but I've got a hard-on. Hang on, gonna have to move back a bit.'
He shuffled backwards on the seat, fumbled his dick down into the toilet bowl and tried to piss, but all he did with a couple of little spurts, and then a soft fart. It was probably a figment of my imagination, but the light, quite faint smell he was making seemed to thicken a bit. He strained again, and shuffled quickly forwards again as his hole flared open and he curled out another solid, crackling turd.
'Plop! Plop! Plop-plop.'
His hole tightened momentarily, then flared again. His shit was thin now, like a brown rope. The pauses grew longer as his last light little turds dropped from him.
'Ploop-plop ... plip ... plop ... plip.'
'Uh,' he grunted. 'I've finished now. Wanna see it?'
I nodded eagerly and he stood up to show me the toilet full of his shit; a mass of long, solids filling the bowl and breaking the surface at the back, with a long log lying across the top of them. I sniffed deeply, taking in the smell, and pawed at my cock uncontrollably.
'Wanna wipe my bottom then?' he asked.
He stood up, bent and parted his cheeks. I realised my hands were shaking a bit as I tore of some toilet paper, folded it, and reached forward to wipe him. His tight little hole pressed out against the paper as I drew it backwards, and then brought it away with a light brown smear across the middle. He sighed as I did it again and fumbled with his hard-on, evidently loving the feeling of having his bum wiped like this. His firm shit hadn't made a mess and it took only a few more wipes before it was clean, but by then he was wanking and moaning softly and I kept on doing it. Suddenly he jerked upright and spun around, and I saw he was starting to cum. He tugged madly at his cock for a few seconds, held it down, and shot into the toilet. I couldn't resist it. I tore my pants down, and wanked my cock until I too shot all over his shit as he stood by, wiping his sticky bell-end and smirking.
He came over to mine only a few days later, and twice more the following week. Having a shit in front of me turned him on madly. The exhibitionist side of him came out, and he got off on the sensation of doing something so taboo for me and seeing how much I got off on it. And I did: I fucking loved it! He looked so fucking sexy sitting backwards on the toilet, grunting softly, with a log coming slowly out of his beautiful arse. I used to kneel behind him only inches away, and let the slimy crackle and muffled thuds sound in my ears, and sniff at his delectable, healthy lad's smell. His turds were dense and solid and he always had to strain gently to keep them going as they curled slowly from him. He didn't take that long over having a dump: his shit usually came in two or three long turds with only a short pause between them, and then a bit of grunting and straining to push out the last little lumps. When he was done I wiped his bottom for him. I did it slowly at first, just like he said he did, but then rubbed at him a bit harder as he got clean, stimulating his hole and turning him on even more. Some day, I hoped, he'd let me finger his arse when he was full, or maybe even fulfil my darker, dirtier fantasies about being his toilet and taking his shit in the face, maybe even in my mouth. Finally I'd leave off wiping him and we'd wank off together and cum all over his beautiful young shit.
The next time he came was on a Sunday morning after he'd been out with his mates, got drunk and got a pizza on his way home. He was bleary eyed when he arrived, his head still aching a bit, saying ruefully that he probably shouldn't have driven over but he had the hangover horn and he needed a shit badly. He stripped naked and got down on all fours on the bathroom floor, sticking his arse well out over a sheet of plastic. He grunted contentedly, stuck it up a little further and let his hole flare out. His shit was a touch softer than usual and he didn't have to push at all; just relax and let his big, smooth turd flow out of his chute. A great brown banana curled from him and thudded onto the floor, and then another hefty one curled out of him, broken-ended and slimy, with little gassy farts.
'Oh!' I gasped. 'Oh that smells so fucking nice!'
He was smellier than usual; that same fresh, wholesome aroma of his but much stronger and more cloying, and awesomely nasty. My dick bobbed up and down as it hit me, and I sniffed deeply and wanked with clumsy fingers as his big turds dropped from him and piled up on the floor beneath him in a ragged, coiled heap. He didn't let it stop; just gave a few little strains to keep it going, and unloaded himself in one long surge, grunting with pleasure as he did his big hangover shit right in front of me.
'Uh.' The last little curl dropped onto the pile. 'I've finished. Oh that felt so nice!'
I couldn't stop myself. I leaned in closer, eyes fixated on the obscene, awesome pile in front of me, worshipping this gorgeous young hunk and his big hangover shit. His stink filled my nostrils and made me whimper with desire. He shuffled forward and turned around, and watched and wanked as I held my nose over his shit, feeling its filthy hotness and filled with the urge to press my face right into it.
'Like it?' he whispered. 'Like my shit? Smells, doesn't it ... oh! Oh fuck I'm gonna cum!'
He shot all over me as I knelt there, and then I knelt up with his cum dribbling down my back and started to wank over his shit. I came harder than I ever had before, and spattered a great load of spunk all over the amazing thing he'd just done.
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