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Toilet Fetish Twink
Chapter Four
I'd meant it when I said that I loved watching Nick having a shit, but I wanted more. I'd always had a big submissive streak, and a desire not just to watch guys shit but to take it from them; to submit to a guy in the most total way and lie underneath him as he had a shit. Eating was a line I'd probably never cross, but in my darkest, horniest fantasies I dreamed of being shat on, and I wanted Nick to do it to me. I loved his cheeky, straight-lad attitude and his gorgeous body, and the way he delighted in turning me on by doing his big healthy shits in front of me. I wanted to be his toilet, and lie helpless as he took a shit on my face. I wasn't sure he'd do it, though. He'd been a bit funny the one time I'd hinted at doing more than just watching, and what he'd said had implied he didn't want to go there. But that had been a long time ago, when we'd only met a couple of times, and since then we'd both relaxed, and we'd got to know and trust one another as well. I still thought that coming straight out with it might freak him out a bit, but I resolved to hint at it a bit when the chance arose, and see where it took us.
It was lashing down with rain when he next drove over to my place, and we stayed indoors. He wasn't desperate for a shit, and we sat and talked a bit as the tension built up. He was in a cocky, forthright frame of mind, and I looked up him up and down as he sounded off about something or other, marvelling at his boyish beauty and fantasising momentarily about him squatting over my chest. He met my eyes and stopped talking, winced a little, and smiled sexily.
'Ooh ... I'm really starting to need the toilet. Think I'm going to fart.'
'In my face?' I asked softly, seizing the moment. 'Will you fart in my face?'
He looked at me uncertainly for a moment, then grinned and stood up. He turned around to face away from me, thrust his gorgeous arse in my face and let go a sharp fart, and then a longer, deeper one.
'Mmm!'
I inhaled deeply, breathing in his fresh smell , and glancing down I actually saw my pants bulging out as I got hard. He farted again, a little rasp cut off short as he tensed up. The smell grew riper and more insistent; the fresh smell of the shit he was clenching his hole to hold in.
'Oh, I really need to go now,' he grunted. 'Really got to shit. Shall I just do it in front of you?'
'Mm, yes, right in front of me! Kneel down in front of me and do your big shit. God, you smell so nice today as well!'
We tumbled through to the bathroom and stripped naked. He was rock hard when he pulled his pants down, and his big shapely dick bobbed cutely up and down as he got into position. I knelt down in the middle of the floor and he came and stood in front of me, and I stared up in awe at the beautiful curves of his back and arse. He stuck it out towards me until my nose was nearly in his crack and let out another squeaky little fart. Then he knelt down in front of me. We'd got so carried away there wasn't even a plastic bag down for him to shit on but I didn't care. I'd clean up later. All that mattered now was that he was about to empty his bowels right in front of me. I reached out and took his hips, and lifted him up a little so his bum stuck out right in front of me, leaned in close, and waited.
'Uh ... ooh...'
I loved the sound he made as he eased himself; a little grunt and a soft sigh as he relaxed and his shit began to move inside him. Then his bottom filled out and his hole puckered, and a little brown point nosed out, paused, then came again. His shit was solid and sandy-brown, lumpy at first but then smoother, sliding fluidly from his flaring arse-lips with a lovely crackling hiss. He did four or five chunky, straight logs that dropped on the floor in a ragged pile like a wigwam, and then he knelt over it, straining rhythmically. I leaned in closer, wanking clumsily, savouring the smell of his hot, fresh shit. He was wanking too, and he looked round with his eyes half closed.
'Get closer,' he breathed. 'Really smell it. I haven't finished ... wanna see you sniffing my shit while I'm still doing it. It's okay, I'll tell you when another one's coming.'
I gave in and bent right down under his arse, until I could feel the hotness of his shit on my face and his fresh smell was pounding at my brain. I wanted to press my face into it; even open my mouth and taste it. I realised I was moaning softly, and he was still looking round, wanking as he watched me worship his shit. His face stiffened, and his dirty little hole pushed out again.
'Ooh ... I'm gonna do some more.'
I leaned back and let him do it right in front of my face. He pushed out a long, smooth brown snake that dropped lump after lump onto his pile with a wonderfully filthy sound. As it tapered off and he pushed and wriggled his hips to dislodge the last little sliver hanging out of his hole, I leaned in closer again. His shit was huge and beautiful and it smelled fantastic, and I alternated between holding my face right up to it to feel its hotness and inhale its smell, and looking up in awe at the luscious arse that had just done it. His hole was lightly fringed with sticky brown shit, and there was a little smear on the inside of his cheek. He twisted round and watched me, still wanking, then shuffled forward and turned around to face me. I looked up and into his face. He was smirking; that madly sexy look he wore as he watched me get off on him shitting. His eyes flicked down to his pile, and he grinned dominantly as I lowered my face down again until my nose was nearly touching his solid, cracked logs and the softer curls piled up on top of them.
'Go on ... sniff it,' he said, his voice all low and sexy. 'Mmm, yeah, like that. Really nice and deep. Go on ... smell my big dirty shit. Ooh, yeah, you fucking like that don't you!'
I moaned and nodded. The hotness and smell of his shit were pounding at my senses and if he'd told me too I'd have stuffed my face in it there and then. I could feel myself edging madly, and I tensed up to stop myself cumming. Somewhere far above me he spoke again.
'It felt so nice doing it. A really big satisfying one. Go on, sniff it again... Wank off and cum all over it!'
I wanked clumsily as I got might face right up to his brown pile. Above me he was wanking too, grunting loud and then starting to gasp, and then he yelped and shot all over my back and neck and into my hair. I jerked upright then, and fired my own spunk all over his big shit.
That session changed things for both of us. It made me realise that Nick had become more comfortable with what we were doing, and with the fact that it wasn't just watching him perform the act of shitting that turned me on but his shit itself. Better still, he'd found that that turned him on too, and that made him more adventurous and more open to trying out new things. All of a sudden the prospect of him actually letting me be his toilet for real opened up. At some point I started to think he might actually do it. But that was a long way off and for the time being I didn't want to push him too hard, so we mainly explored scat together at his pace.
He still loved shitting outside for me, and as spring turned into summer we found plenty of opportunities to do that. Time and again he squatted down somewhere, with dappled sunlight falling on his bottom and the glistening brown turds coming from it, and then wanked me off over his pile. Once, desperate and on the verge of shitting himself, he'd pulled the car up right next to a busy main road, jumped out and had a big shit right next to it, as I pulled my cock out and had a hasty wank still in my seat. Another time he was in a really adventurous mood and did it behind a four-foot wall on a patch of waste ground next to a busy street. There was no way I could get down there with him; not without making what we were doing obvious to anyone who cared to look. Instead I stood by the wall and smoked, and kept lookout whilst watching discreetly as he took a hefty, slightly soft dump. Two girls walked by, screwing their faces up and looking at me in disgust, thinking that I'd farted when in fact the smell was rising up from Nick, only a few feet away. We scurried quickly home with hard-ons bulging out our crotches, and for the first time I sucked him off. His cock was big and meaty, and he fucked my throat and made me gag, before he relaxed and let me work my tongue all around his shaft.
'Ooh! Fucking hell!' he breathed. 'You're so good at this ...'
I went down harder, taking him right back into my throat, and then again and again. As I pulled further back I began to taste his pre-cum, and I could feel his body tensing up.
Ooh! Oh I'm gonna cum! Oh!'
Nick always had big, squirting orgasms. He fired his cum into my mouth so hard it went straight down my throat, and then filled my mouth and dribbled down my chin. Still, I kept his cock in my mouth until it had gone nicely soft, swallowing the bitter spunk still oozing from its end.
Quite often, though, we didn't go out at all. Inside he could take more time over emptying his bowels, spinning out the pleasure, and he could do it naked too. I loved watching him naked, especially when he did it kneeling on all fours with his back arched and his arse sticking out; a gorgeous twinky lad having a shit like an animal. I used to kneel right behind him, face only inches from the action, with the hissing and squelching ringing in my ears and his fabulous smell blasting into my brain as his turds slid out through his rippling, flaring arsehole, curled and broke and thudded onto the floor. Afterwards he'd turn around and wipe his bum as he watched me get right down until my face was nearly in his pile, sniffing and moaning and wanking until I jerked upright and came all over it.
Then he came round one weekday afternoon, and I felt at once that something big was going to happen. We sat and talked for a while, like we often did when he wasn't desperate to shit. He was in a particularly horny sort of mood, and his eyes danced as he told me how he'd had a huge dinner the night before, and now he could feel a really big shit stirring inside him. As it packed his chute and pressed against his hole a couple of squeaky little farts escaped him. His smell was so nice that day; a little on the strong side by his standards, but still warm and teasing. When he needed to do it again he stood up and pulled his pants down, and thrust his bottom back into my face until my nose was between his cheeks, and then he farted right in my face. He turned and looked at me closely as I sniffed and pawed at my crotch, and his sexiest smile spread across his face.
'I really need to go to the toilet now,' he said.
I looked up at him in wonderment. He was so beautiful, and so masculine. Right then I'd have done anything for him, and all of a sudden I wanted to be his toilet more than I'd ever wanted anything before. Visions of lying underneath him rushed through my mind. But still I didn't want to push him too hard.
'In my hands?' I asked quietly. 'Will you do it in my hands?'
He looked startled for a moment and I thought I'd overstepped the mark. But then he seemed to relax and a slow smile spread across his face, and he nodded. Slowly he knelt down in front of me, legs apart and his bottom sticking well back towards me. I took his hips and lifted him up a bit higher, so his cheeks parted and his tight little hole winked invitingly at me through the little fringe of hair around it. Then I ran my hands down over his beautiful smooth cheeks, and, shaking a little with excitement, cupped them right below his arse. He twisted round to look at me, one eyebrow raised, as if to say, 'Are you sure?'
'Go on,' I breathed. 'Do it ... take a shit now...'
His arse relaxed and his hole puckered out a little with a little fart and a puff of warm gas I felt on my palms, and then clenched up again. Once again I got his smell, and my dick throbbed. He knelt there for a few seconds, breathing hard, and then my heart raced as he bowed his head a little and grunted, and his hole twitched and started to pucker out again. The pink ring opened a little, and through it nosed the tip of his turd, a beautiful vivid brown colour. He grunted again as it pushed his hole open a little wider, and then relaxed and let his log go. It was solid and smooth and cracked, with little light lumps embedded in it here and there. I watched transfixed as it slid through his hole, and then the tip of it touched down on my fingers and I felt his shit for the first time. It was hot and slimy, and as more came out it slid back towards me across my palms. The thick smell enveloped me. Then Nick gave another push and his log slid further back and broke off, and the twisted end of it dropped onto my fingers. Looking down I could see my dick throbbing and twitching even though I couldn't touch it, pre-cum dribbling onto the floor as I knelt there with his big turd in my hands. I was still trying to take in what he was doing to me when he grunted and pushed his hole open again, and did another hefty log. Quickly I lowered my hands a bit, so that rather than sliding back across them it curled downwards, touched down and bent back towards me, squelching and hissing gas, with a big crack opening up across it. Then it snapped and flopped down into my palms, followed immediately by another hefty lump, and then another as he forced out the broken end jutting from his hole. It curled round to the right and dropped into my waiting hands.
'Uh!' he grunted. 'Oh I needed that!'
'Mmm! Yeah! Phew, you're smelly today too. Smells so fucking nice! Have you finished?'
'No. I still feel really full!'
His pile was hot and heavy in my hands. Above it his ringpiece flared in and out, all brown and sticky, with a little bit of shit clinging to his anal hairs. I loved him like this, in mid-shit, looking down on the obscenely beautiful thing he'd done and knowing there was more to come. His smell was like poppers, making my head spin and my dick twitch. Then he grunted and flared again and let out a couple of little wet farts, and my heart thumped. His arse began to crackle and hiss again, and he emitted a long brown snake. It slid sinuously out of him, touched down, curled around and snapped off again and again. It just kept on coming, dropping one lump after another. I edged uncontrollably as the hot slimy pile in my hands grew heavier and nastier, and the smell got stronger. Quite suddenly it tapered off and a little brown cone slipped out of him and dropped onto the pile. He gave a little grunt of relief, and when he strained again no more came.
'Fuck!' I breathed. 'That's awesome!'
He looked around, grinning cutely, and then levered himself upright and turned around, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of me kneeling there with his big shit in my hands. Hesitantly he reached out and closed his fingers around my cock, and I moaned and edged.
'You wanna cum?' he said softly. 'Cum all over my shit?'
'Yes. Make me cum!'
His bum was still unwiped and dirty, but we were past caring. I felt myself starting to cum as soon as he began stroking my shaft, and as he wanked me harder there was nothing I could do to stop it. Frantically I held his pile down as I began to pant and whimper, and then when I came I yelled out and spattered cum all over him. Quickly he grabbed his own dick, gave it a few tugs and shot all over his own shit.
Not long afterwards we were in his car one afternoon, driving back from a session out in the country. We'd found the place some time before; a quiet country lane skirting a hillside, where we could easily pull over, get behind the hedge, and he could do his business looking out over the rolling fields. It was a bit further away than our usual places, but such a nice, secluded spot it was worth the drive. On this occasion we'd pulled over by a little copse, and near the other side of it we'd found a small tree which had fallen so its trunk rested horizontally about eighteen inches off the ground. It was perfect, and I'd knelt own behind him as he'd pulled his pants down to his knees and sat down on it with his bottom hanging over. He was nowhere near desperate, even though he hadn't been to the toilet for 36 hours, and he'd taken his time over it. His shit was firm and solid and didn't smell very much, and it came out in three long, cracked logs. In between we'd wanked together, until he grunted that another one was coming and I'd got down low to watch him do it. His bottom had barely needed wiping when he'd finished. As he'd done it I'd got right down and got my face close to his big shit, feeling its warmth and sniffing the faint smell, dreaming of being his toilet. Then I'd come round in front of him and sucked him off whilst he was still sitting on the tree trunk.
'You really do get off on my shit, don't you?' he grinned as we drove back into town.
'Mm, yes! It's so nice... Love the way you do such big turds. It smells so good too.'
'Yeah I know. I ... well, I really love watching you sniff it and get your face into it. The way you get so into it really gets me going. Want me to do it in your hands again sometime soon? Then you can hold it up and smell it, and...'
'Ooh, yes!' I said enthusiastically. 'Yeah, we've got to do that again. I love feeling like I'm being your toilet.'
He looked round at me, one eyebrow raised and a sly grin spreading across his face.
'You want me to squat over you, don't you?'
'Yes. Do you mean you'll do it?'
'Yeah, I'll do it. I didn't like the thought of it before, but it's grown on me. Sometime, when I need a really big shit, I'll come over to yours and do it on you.'
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