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Toilet Fetish Twink
Chapter Three
Not long afterwards I 'spied' on Nick in the shopping centre. He'd always liked the idea of being spied on when he was having a shit, and the main toilets next to the disabled one we'd used were ideal. There were only two cubicles, boxed off by partitions that went all the way up to the ceiling except, for some reason, between them. From outside there was no way you could see if someone was standing on the toilet seat looking over into the next cubicle; well, unless you bent down to look under the door. We wouldn't acknowledge each other, we agreed: he'd just take a shit as if I wasn't there, unless the coast was clear afterwards, in which case he wouldn't flush it so I could go in and have a look and a sniff. He'd needed a shit for a couple of hours by the time I met him in the street outside, and the pressure in his rectum was getting uncomfortable. Thankfully the toilets were deserted, and I climbed up onto the seat of one cubicle and looked down into the other, with my mouth dry and my cock getting hard in my pants.
He came in a moment later, moving hastily with the air of a young man who really needs a shit. Quickly he locked the door, peeled off his jacket and hung it on the hook, and then turned around in front of the toilet. His belt jingled as he fumbled it undone, and then his jeans fell to the floor and he pulled his pants down to follow them, and flashed his smooth white cheeks at me as he bent and sat down. He sat slightly forwards, arms resting on his thighs, fumbled his phone out of his pocket and sat playing with, just as if he was sitting on the toilet without me watching over the partition. In the harsh white light I could just see down past his shining bum cheeks and into the toilet beyond. He sat in silence for a few seconds as I waited, wanking slowly through my pants. Then his arse swelled out a little on the seat and he gave a soft grunt, and from below him came a faint crackle.
'Plop! ... plip-plop!'
The water rippled below him. He shuffled on the seat and let out a little gassy fart, sat for a few seconds, and then his bottom filled out and crackled faintly again, and a long shadow lengthened below him,
'Plomp ... plop, plomp ... ploop.'
I could see the dark mass forming underneath him and the water splashing as his turds landed, and his smell rose up to me. He must have heard me sniff, but he didn't show any sign of it; just heaved and let go another soft 'ploop' and a long, long piss. The water underneath him turned a little darker. I wanked harder as I watched, loving the sight of him having a dump, and the faint, insistent smell wafting around me. He sat for a good minute or so, reading someone on his phone, and then grunted and strained again. Another dark shadow emerged from him.
'Plop! Plomp! Ploop.'
His bottom relaxed again. Someone came in at that moment and had a piss, and he glanced up at the door guiltily and turned his head as if to look up at me, before he looked away again. Another couple of little turds fell from him. Then, as the hand dryer roared outside, he tucked his phone in his pocket and reached for the toilet paper. I started wanking again as he folded a few sheets. When he stood up I could see his shit clearly. He'd filled the bowl right up, with several big lumps all around and under a great curled log that lay across the top with its snapped, twisted end sticking up out of the water at the back. Slowly he stuck his bum out and reached around to wipe it, and when he drew his fingers away again he twisted his hand up slightly so I could see the brown line across the paper. He dropped it into the toilet, twisting round to put it near the front so as not to cover his shit, straightened and tore off another few sheets. He was so handsome, and so exciting as he stood there, wiping his bottom amid the smell of what he'd just done. Finally he dropped the last piece of paper into the toilet, bent and pulled his pants up, and then as he fastened his belt he turned and looked up at me.
'There's no-one here, I don't think,' he mouthed. 'I won't flush it. Hang on...'
He unlocked the door, looked out, and gave me the thumbs up. Quickly I got down off the toilet, dived out of my own cubicle and into the one he'd just used, even as he stood washing his hands. The smell seemed stronger down at ground level, and I got hard again as I looked down through the toilet paper and checked out his big shit. Then footsteps sounded outside, and I flushed it hastily.
'Fucking hot that,' I grinned to him as we went back down the escalator. 'Awesome seeing you shit in a public toilet.'
'Like it, yeah?' he chuckled. 'How about outside? Wanna watch me go outside sometime...?
'You bet I would!'
'Ooh, good! I love squatting somewhere naughty. I'll pick you up in the car sometime, and we can think of somewhere to go...'
One sunny afternoon the following week he picked me up in the car. He grinned cheerfully and waved as he drove up the street in his mum's little Peugeot, to where I stood waiting for him.
'Hiya,' he said as I got in. 'How's it going?'
'Good, thanks. So, where are we going?'
'Hang on...' He checked his mirror and twisted round to look over his shoulder, then let the clutch out. 'Fuck's sake, this car's hard to see out of! Sorry, yeah, I thought we'd go to that lay-by I sometimes go when I'm out with the dog. You remember, I was telling you about it?'
'What, the place where people go dogging?!'
'Ha ha, yeah, that one. Don't go there after dark! But it's usually empty in the daytime, and you can go off into the trees.'
'What, and leave the dog in the car?'
'Yeah. I used to do it while I was walking him, but he's a bit prone to go running off, especially if he hears another dog. And then one time I was really desperate and I was gonna shit myself if I didn't go but there were other people around so I had to do it holding him on his lead. And that was even worse. He fucking ate it while I was wiping my bum! I'd forgotten the tissues so I had to go and get some leaves, and then he.... So yeah, I lock him in the car now!'
'Fucking hell, dogs are disgusting!' I laughed. 'Anyhow, you need a shit now, yeah?'
'Oh yes! I've not been since yesterday morning, and I ate so much yesterday. My dad made a roast dinner last night, and he makes the best Yorkshire puddings and roast potatoes! So much stodge. I feel a bit bunged up, like maybe I'm even a bit constipated, but I'm so full. I really need a shit but I can control it ... feels so nice!'
He glanced down self-consciously as he was driving, and I noticed that he had a semi pushing out the front of his shorts. Then he leaned slightly to one side, made a face and farted softly, and he grinned as he heard me sniff. His smell was so nice today; quite faint, but rich and warm, with a harshly dirty little undertone. He farted again, and then his face stiffened as he clenched up.
'Ooh! Oh I really do need a shit now. Hope there's no-one in the lay-by!'
A few minutes further on he indicated left and turned off the main road into a long lay-by separated from the road by a verge with thick bushes, and on the other side bordering a small wooded area. He glanced momentarily into the trees, but then his face fell as he looked ahead and saw a car and caravan parked up at the other end, with children playing on the verge next to it.
'Shit!' he said. 'Can't do it with them around.'
'No. Are you desperate? Is there somewhere else we can go?'
'A bit desperate, yeah.' He looked round at the caravan as we passed it. 'They're not going anywhere, are they. We'll have to keep going. I think there's another one in a couple of miles.'
The traffic was light and we pulled straight back onto the main road. He grimaced a little as he changed gear, the expression he pulled when he was busting for a shit and trying to hold one in, and I felt myself nursing a semi again.
'Oh fuck,' he grunted. 'I'm really desperate now. Gonna have to stop at the next one or I'm gonna shit myself!'
He drove on, squirming in his seat, until a couple of miles later another lay-by sign came into view, and then a short loop off the main road. Thankfully it was clear, and he turned into it and stopped the car quickly.
'Come on,' he said urgently as he undid his seatbelt. 'Behind that hedge ... I really gotta go!'
I grabbed the toilet roll from the door pocket as we scrambled out of the car and headed over to where a thick hedge marked off the farmland from the road. With a quick look up and down the road we climbed over the gate and into the field beyond. It was sown with oilseed rape, nearly fully grown and a metre high, going on for nearly as far as the eye could see. Here in the gap between the crop and the hedge we were invisible, and in any case there was no one in sight. Nick looked around one more time, his hand on his crotch, and then fumbled hastily with his belt. Quickly I dropped my pants and knelt down next to him, looking his lithe, handsome form up and down as he pulled his jeans and boxer shorts down to his knees and flashed his cock at me. Then he turned around, grunting in desperation, with the sunlight falling brightly on his bare bottom as he squatted down. He was turtle's-heading. His shit was forcing his hole open and nosing its way out, and even as he was still getting into position the little lump squashed between his cheeks came out further. His ordeal was finally over, and he gasped with relief as he gave in to the pressure inside him.
He relieved himself in a great long rush; one long, chunky turd that squelched out of his flaring bumhole with little hissing farts. The first few hard lumps fell away from it cleanly, then another jagged curl, and then two long, sinuous turds that nearly touched the ground before they snapped off and fell. His hole pinched in momentarily, then out again as he gave another grunt and the lumpy brown flow started up again. He'd made a big lumpy pile, vivid, almost golden, brown against the dull earth he was squatting on, and I wanked as he added more and more little curls to it. They grew slimmer and smaller as he emptied out. The smell hung around us, warm and dirty and exciting.
'Ooh!' he breathed. 'Oh I needed that so badly!'
'Mmm, yes, you did!'
I leaned in closer, so that my face was right near his arse, and he rocked forward a little, supporting himself on his fingertips, so his dirty bumhole was right in front of my nose. His tight, wrinkled little ring was crusted in sticky brown shit and there were little skidmarks on the insides of his cheeks, and little brown lumps clinging to his anal hairs. I could almost feel the little puff of gas as his hole squelched and flared out with a wet little fart. Right in front of me he pushed out another slim brown turd.
'Mmm! God that smells so fucking nice! Have you finished?'
'Yeah. Gonna wipe my bum for me? Then wank off over my shit? Wanna see you cum all over it!'
I leaned back again and took in the sight of him, all furtive and excited, squatting bare-bottomed over his big dump. Quickly I looked around again, but there was still no-one in sight, and I reached for the toilet paper. He rocked forward again and hitched his bottom up further, and then sighed in his throat as I started to wipe his bum. I started with his crack, rubbing away the skidmarks leading to his hole, before folding another pad of paper and starting on his ringpiece itself, digging well in to clean it deeply. He sighed with satisfaction. After a few slow wipes the paper came away cleaner, and I folded another and and rubbed more vigorously at him. He loved having his bottom wiped for him, and I could hear and feel him getting more and more excited, pawing at his cock as I rubbed at his hole. No sooner had I finished than he spun round, gasping, and spunked all over his own shit. Then he reached out, pushed my hand aside and closed his fingers around my cock, and tugged me gently off. I could feel myself starting to cum, he smiled as I began to gasp and yelp, and then I came hard and spattered my spunk all over his turds.
We'd both loved our first experience of playing outside. It was awesomely horny watching him pull down his pants and squat in the open air, and he'd said as we drove back that the build up to it – driving around desperate for a shit and looking for somewhere secluded to do it – had been one of the most intense things he'd ever felt. Only a few days later we drove out of town again along the same road. This time his favourite lay-by was deserted, and I followed him quickly into the trees, with a packet of tissues jutting conspicuously from his pocket. He walked purposefully straight ahead for a minute or two, then turned off the path just beyond a thick bush. Behind it was a little clear patch, invisible from the path although easily within earshot of it. Quickly I lowered my pants and knelt down on the dry earth. He looked around us, listening intently and wearing that furtive look again, and the tension reached fever pitch. Then he hooked his thumbs around the waistband of his shorts, pulled them down and bared his beautiful bottom. Right in front of me, he squatted slowly down.
Nick had been out for a curry with some friends the night before. He liked spicy food and he'd eaten a lot, and that always gave him an 'epic poo,' as he put it. He was gassier than usual, and by the time we'd got to the lay-by the air in the car was thick with the smell of his farts. He let out another one as he squatted in front of me, and the wind blew the ripe smell into my face. He looked around for a moment, with a sexy grin playing across his face, and then he looked quickly away again and grunted softly as his curry-shit slid down his chute and his hole flared slightly with a wet, bubbling fart. It opened wider and a little brown finger started to emerge, and then he flared it out properly and pushed out a long, smooth curl. It was darker and more orangey than usual, its surface smooth and dull, with deep cracks opening up as it curled downwards. Three or four hefty inches thudded softly onto the ground as his weighty, sinuous tail kept growing from him. He dropped another long log. His shit grew thinner, like a lumpy brown rope curling slowly from his arse, dropping one little curl after another so that they piled up on top of the logs lying fatly underneath him. The smell was raw and dirty, madly erotic, and I couldn't stop myself sniffing deeply at it and wanking as I watched him shit He was still curling out that thin brown rope, but then suddenly his hole opened wider again with a big gassy hiss, and he dumped out a sturdy, slimy log. It squelched noisily from him, curling and breaking, and landed with a squelchy thud. He grunted loudly, flared out again and did a sputtering wet fart and a quick surge of small, loose turds. He looked around again, face flushed and excited, looking so sexy as he squatted over his big, reeking pile.
'Ooh!' he breathed. 'Phew, I needed that. My bumhole stings!'
'I bet! Want me to wipe it for you? Have you finished?'
'Yeah ... here are the tissues.'
I could hardly believe what I was doing as I wiped his bum for him, just feet away from the footpath. Thankfully there was still no-one around; no-one to smell his big curry shit, or hear his little sighs as I rubbed at his arsehole, and then the grunts and muffled yelps as we wanked off and shot all over his shit.
His pile was still there when we visited the same spot a week or so later, now crusted over and covered with flies, so this time he squatted on the other side of the clearing facing right away from me with his back to the path, so if any curious passer-by had stuck his or her head around the bush they'd have been confronted with a full rear view of handsome Nick taking a shit. He'd been eating plain food again for the last few days, and his shit was back to normal. He did a solid, sandy-brown log that extended slowly down from him and hung like a brown, lumpy column before he pinched it off. His cock bobbed up and down and dribbled piss, despite how hard he was, and then he grunted and pushed out two more weighty logs in quick succession. His light smell hung around us. When he was done and I'd wiped him we wanked off over it once again.
Feeling we'd had enough of that spot, the next time we went somewhere a bit more daring, to a patch of waste ground he knew, next to a car park on the edge of town. There weren't many people about, but even so it felt awesomely naughty as I sat down on an old crate that someone had dumped behind the high fence that hid us from view and got my cock out. He pulled down his pants in front of me, looking around hastily with his face red and intense. He'd been holding in his load for nearly two hours by then, he was desperate and nearly touching cloth, and he gave an ecstatic grunt of relief as he squatted down. Three solid, glistening logs slid fluidly from his bottom and thudded onto the ground, and then he paused for a minute, straining a little, and did a long slim turd whose curls piled up on top. His smell was back to normal; quite faint and discreet, but madly erotic all the same. When he was done we both knelt and wanked each other with clumsy hands until we spunked all over his turds.
'I really like going outside,' he said cheerfully as we turned back into my street twenty minutes later. 'Need to think of some other places to go!'
'For sure, yes,' I mused. 'Somewhere right in town would be good. An alleyway or something. We'll have to look. I do fucking love watching you shit, though, wherever you do it.'
'Yeah I know! Can't believe how turned on you get by it. Anyway, here we are. Are you about next week, if you wanna meet up again...?'
'I should be, I think. And yes, if we can we should definitely meet up. I'll text you!'
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