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Tom's Messy Nappy
I knew what Tom was calling about as soon as his name flashed up on my phone. It was early afternoon on a Saturday and I hadn't long got back to my flat from doing my shopping and having lunch with an old mate in town. He knew I might be around, and he'd said on Monday that he didn't think he was doing much that weekend and wasn't on call at work. I'd been slightly on edge all day, wondering if he would call, and my heart started to beat faster as I went t pick up the phone.
For a moment I thought back on what had happened on Monday evening, when we'd met face to face for the first time. For him it was his first time meeting anyone who knew about his love of nappies and he was a bit nervous, but after a couple of drinks he'd relaxed and we'd gone back to my place, and he'd worn a nappy in front of another guy for the first time in his life. He had said before he put it on that he just wanted to wear it that first time, and let me admire and touch his nappied bottom and maybe wank him off. Wearing made him tremendously horny, though, and then the beer he'd drunk made him need to piss as well. He had a big hard-on and even though his bladder was aching he struggled to piss, but then finally he bowed his long legs and arched his back, and grunted with relief as he flooded his nappy. He did so much it leaked and drips ran down his legs, and I was glad I'd got him to stand in the bath. When he took it off his meaty dick was dancing and throbbing, and when he came he'd yelped out loud and spurted across the room. He was a pretty confident lad and he didn't have many hang-ups about sex, and now we'd had one meet and he knew hew could trust me he wanted to do more. We'd had a phone wank together a couple of nights ago whilst he told me again about how he liked to do a huge poo in his nappy, sit in it and smear it all over his bottom, and he'd sometimes cum two or three times before he cleaned up. He wanted to do it with me, he said, wanking harder; poo his nappy for me and sit in it and have me make his bottom messy for him. His mad teenage sex drive was so hot, and the very thought of what he was probably calling for gave me an instant hard-on!
'Are you at home now?' he asked, his voice all low and excited. 'It's ... um, I'm starting to need a poo! I didn't go this morning, if yer see what I mean...'
'Ooh, yes, I see! Come on over! I'll get everything ready, like we said.'
'Yeah. Plenty of bags. Like said, I didn't go earlier, and I've 'ad so much to eat the last couple o' days. Look, I'll drive over now, so be with you in summat like 'alf an hour. Okay?'
Tom usually went for a shit twice a day. He went first in the morning, either before he set off for work or when he got there, and he'd normally do a couple of average-sized logs. But on most days he needed to go again in the afternoon, and that one was usually much bigger. He did solid, sturdy logs, he told me, and he liked to push them out slowly. He was good at controlling when he went, and he often held his afternoon dump until he got home from work, where he could take his time over it and his workmates wouldn't tease him for spending ages in there. On some days, though, he could ignore the urge to go in the morning and do it all at once later in the day, and then he'd do huge toilet-blockers. When his family were away and that happened he used to hold it until he got home from work so he could do a huge shit in his nappy, like he'd been fantasising about and doing since he was a teenager. Now I got everything ready for him to do it for me.
Twenty minutes later I saw his car pull up through the living room window. He looked slightly furtive as he got out and crossed the road towards the block, clutching a small holdall in his hand. He was nineteen; a tall, even slightly gangling young guy, whose jeans and tight-ish T-short showed off the curves of his slim body. He had the cutest oval face, with longish, mousy-brown hair swept down near his left eyebrow, and beautiful, piercing blue eyes, that were looking around as if hoping there was no-one to see him arrive. He disappeared out of sight behind the wall, and then buzzed the entry-phone.
'Hiya Mark,' he smiled as he came in. 'Sorry, I'm a bit early, aren't I. Traffic was lighter than I thought.'
'No worries. Everything's ready, like we said. Come on through. I've just made a pot of coffee, if you want one?'
'Sweet. Yeah, coffee'd be nice thanks. Might make me need to poo though!'
'You need to go now?'
'Yeah, but it's one of them that comes and goes, like one minute I really need the toilet and then if I hold it in I'm okay again. I like it when that happens, 'specially when I'm at work. Makes me feel real naughty holding in a big poo!'
I gave him his coffee and we sat down in the living room, with him still talking about his shitting habits, and how he liked going for a dump in risky places. He used to leave the door unlocked in public toilets in the hope someone would walk in, and he'd drive out into the country sometimes so he could squat in the open. I could see he was getting hard as he told me this, and so was I, listening to this gorgeous young guy telling me about what most guys keep so private.
Within a few minutes he started to show signs that he needed a shit. He seemed to tense up a couple of times and his cute face stiffened, and he wriggled ever so slightly with a faintly pained expression. I love a lad desperate for the toilet, fidgeting and wincing even though he's trying not to show his discomfort. He saw me looking and grinned sexily.
'Okay...?'
'Yeah. Need a poo!' he chuckled. 'I've brought the nappy with me, in the bag there.'
'Wanna put it on now?'
He nodded and got up, a bit self-conscious all of a sudden and all the cuter for it. I was already nursing a semi, and it grew to a full hard-on as I watched that beautiful young man pull his pants down. He had the most gorgeous arse, a bit fuller than you'd think from looking at his slim physique, and deliciously smooth and peachy. His big cock swung and bounced in front of him, and he flashed it at at me as he turned to pick up the nappy. It fitted nice and snugly round his bottom, and he wiggled his hips at me sexily, turned and showed me his hard-on bulging out the front before he sat down again.
'I'm really starting to need the toilet,' he said. 'I can hold it a bit longer, but it's really coming on. Feels really big!'
'Mmm! Good! Keep holding it in ... heh, you look so cute when you're desperate!'
He leaned back a bit in his seat, wincing again and clenching his bum visibly. He looked deliciously uncomfortably and embarrassed, but his dick was going crazy in his nappy, and he pawed at it as I stripped in front of him. He motioned me to come closer and pulled my cock to his face, and then took it between his lips and ran his tongue round the shaft. Then he dived right in til his nose was nearly in my pubes and my cock deep in his hot, wet mouth, sucking hard and fondling my arse with his other hand. Eventually I drew back, and my horny young playmate looked up at me expectantly.
'Ready to poo your nappy for me?'
He nodded eagerly and got up, and I took his hand and led him through to the bedroom. I could hear him breathing quickly, as if he was excited, and I wondered what was going through his mind; whether he was shy about what he was about to do, or perhaps he was so horny he didn't care. He had a raging hard-on and his face was flushed and intense, and when I let his hand go and bade him to kneel down on the bed he hesitated for a second. Then he took a deep breath and got up on the bed. The sun streaming through the window fell on his smooth, lithe young body, and highlighted the nappy hugging his beautiful arse. He knelt on all fours with his back arched a little and his bottom sticking back, swaying his hips sexily at me. He pulled his nappy up a bit tighter. On impulse I stepped forward and put a hand on his bottom, ran it across his cheeks and then down over his bumhole that was clenched up tight, holding in his shit. I wondered how much he was going to do; whether he really did shit as much as he said, and what it would smell like. He twisted round and looked at me, held my gaze for a moment, with just the edges of a smile at my own throbbing erection. Then he pursed his lips and arched his back a little, and I felt him relax. He gave the faintest little grunt, looked away and bowed his head.
All of a sudden I heard a slimy sound and felt movement beneath my fingers. He was pooing into his nappy; doing a solid turd that felt like plasticine, hissing softly as it came out and pressed against the fabric. It paused for a second, but then I felt the littlest of pushes, his bottom squeaked and crackled, and it swelled up slowly into a firm lump. His smell hit me then, and my dick throbbed. I fucking love the smell of a hot young lad's shit! Tom's was earthy and rich; a fresh, healthy sort of aroma and not all that strong, but awesomely erotic. He grunted and pushed again, once more the movement and squelching in his nappy started again and the lump twitched and grew larger, until it was about the size of a tennis ball. He grunted; a soft, contented sound.
`Feel nice...?' I asked.
Ooh, yeah!' He nodded vigorously. It's really solid. Feels good pushing it out!'
`Heh, yeah, it feels like it! You got more?'
`Yeah, loads. I still feel dead full!'
He fidgeted a bit, wriggled his hips from side to side, and then slowly back and forth so he was humping the air gently, sighing in his throat. I wanked clumsily with my left hand as I touched the back of his nappy with my right, until he stopped humping and tensed up slightly.
`Uh ... oh, another one's coming.'
He parted his legs a bit more and lowered his bottom a bit. I felt him push, he started to crackle and make slimy sounds, and then he downloaded another chunky turd. I drew my hand back and watched it bulge out the back of his nappy, making him grunt excitedly as it bent and curled, squeaked gassily and started to spread out across his cheeks. When the filthy sound stopped he blew out his cheeks in a long sigh of pleasure. I touched it again. It was nearer the size of a cricket ball now, still firm and lumpy, its warmth starting to come through the nappy. The smell was getting thicker too; a warm, deeply erotic fug. He wriggled his hips again and grunted softly, and looked around at me with a grin spreading across his face.
Can yer see it?' he asked. On my arse, I mean, can you see it? You can smell it, can't you! I know you can smell it!'
`Mmm, yeah I can! It's nice.'
You like the smell do you?!' His eyes lit up. That's ... oh you really do like it! Fuckin' hell that's so horny, you gettin' off on me doin' a smelly poo!'
`Aw, you're not that smelly. I've smelled a lot worse! But yours is ... mmm, it's really nice! Have you finished?'
Nah.' He shook his head. Like I said, I always poo slowly. I still feel like I got another good one, but it ain't coming yet.'
He wiggled his pert arse at me and humped the air lightly again. Then he arched his back a little, stuck his bottom back and strained. A little fart rasped and hissed through his dirty crack, and he heard me sniff and grunt approvingly and looked round with a cheeky smile.
`Wanna see it?'
`Can I?!'
`Yeah, take a look man. Check it out.'
He knelt up straight so I could come up behind him and pull the waistband of his nappy out, nudging him round so the light fell more on his bottom. It was tight and wouldn't come far, but I could just see the lumpy mass nestling against his bottom. It was a beautiful, vivid, reddish-brown colour. It glistened dully, and it made slimy noises as he made his little humping movement and it rubbed on his skin. The smell seemed to come up at me even more strongly. He hadn't just been boasting when he said he did big shits, and he still hadn't finished!
He leaned forward then, pulling my fingers out of his waistband, slipped back off the bed and stood up, breathing hard again and pawing at his bulging crotch. I pushed his hand aside then and did it myself, wanking him slowly through his nappy as he stood in front of me, swaying his hips and sighing deep in his throat, but then he pushed my hand hastily away.
`Don't, or you'll make me cum!'
`Mmm, horny boy! Wanna go for a walk?'
He'd told me he liked moving about when he'd filled a nappy, walking and bending to feel his shit pushing about on his bottom, so I walked him slowly back through to the living room. His bulge swayed and wobbled cutely, and a couple of times he stopped and wiggled his bum harder, and half-squatted so it pressed against him. His vapour trail followed us through the flat and thickened the air in the living room as I got him to squat down and bend over again, move on the spot and hump the air. He got more and more excited, whimpering louder and louder as he moved and bent, and thrust his arse back at me to show off the bulge. Then his breathing grew heavy and he stopped suddenly, as if to stop himself cumming.
Oh...' he grunted. I need to poo again. Gonna finish.'
I took his hand and led him forward to the sofa. He knelt up, bending forward with his arms folded on the back and his bottom sticking well out, showing off the bulge he'd already made. I reached out and touched it again, and drew little whimpers from him as I pushed it gently to and fro. But then he parted his legs further and started to push and grunt cutely, and he did a long, muffled fart.
Uh!' he grunted, swinging his hips slowly in and out. Then he went still, bowed his head and pushed. Oh yeah ... pooing.'
He farted again, deeper and gassier this time, and a second later came a slimy sound and a squeak, and the squelch and crackle of another turd forcing its way through his crack. His smell hit me all over again, fresh and potent, so that I sniffed deeply at it and wanked harder. Then he pushed and grunted again, and I reached out and cupped his load in my hand to feel the hot, reeking mudslide pile up on his bottom.
`Mm, yeah, keep pushing. Good boy ... finish your big stinky poo!'
I could feel him straining. For a while no more came and I thought he was done, but then he grunted and let out a little fart, and added another squelchy turd to his mess. He strained another couple of times, and looked around, all cheeky and sexy and really turned on.
`I've finished,' he grinned.
Mmm, yeah!' I cupped it in my hand and felt its weight. Cor, Tom, that's huge!'
`Told ya I do big poos! Wanna see it again?'
He knelt up, reached between his legs and supported his load with his hand, so that when I pulled the back of his waistband out it was pressed against his bottom. He'd pushed out a huge load, all smooth and greasy, that had covered his first big turd and spread well out in a lumpy mound, leaving his cheeks well smeared. He was still moving, swaying slightly so it pushed about and his nappy massaged his hard young dick, grunting and sighing with pleasure. When I let his waistband go and ran my hand across his bum again he whimpered and looked round, his face flushed and his eyes half-closed.
Do it harder,' he breathed. Rub harder ... uh ... oh yeah, like that! Ugh ... oh! Oh!'
He groaned out loud as I pushed his poo about, spreading it further across his cheeks and making it tickle the back of his balls. I kept doing it for a long time, up and down and from side to side, and he moaned and edged into his nappy. I pressed in harder with my palm and he jerked his head up suddenly.
`Ooh ... stop! Stop or I'll cum!'
He scrambled off the sofa and stood up. He was trembling and breathing hard, and he stood and composed himself for a moment. Then he smiled at me and swayed his hips again, glanced down at his crotch and then pulled out the front of his nappy to show me where he'd soaked the front of his nappy in cum. He was humping the air again, making his shit squelch softly against his bum and whimpering. I reached out and put a hand on his arm.
`Sit in it for me? I know you like making a mess. Wanna come and sit in your big poo?'
`Yeah ... oh man I wanna get really fuckin' messy!'
`Mmm, horny boy! How messy?! Want your bottom brown all over?'
`Yeah! Fuckin' smear it all over my arse.'
I stood back and watched as he threw down the toilet lid, turned round and lowered himself down. He stopped with it just touching the seat and rocked to and fro, grunting like an animal. Then at a word from me he sat right down in his brown pile. It exploded across his bottom and shot forward around his balls, and he yelped out loud, wriggled around and squashed his shit all over. He did it harder, and then stopped abruptly, tensed up to stop himself cumming again.
Made a big mess?' I grinned at him. You stink! Gonna show me?'
When I pulled the back of his nappy out this time it looked like there'd been an explosion. His bottom was brown right up to his waistband and out to the sides, and even through his nappy I could see he was covered in it. When he sat back down he stretched out his hand and pulled me in front of him, smiling, and started sucking my cock again. As he did it he fumbled his own out and wanked, and slid to and fro leaving a brown stain on the seat. His mouth was hot and his tongue did exquisite things to me. Then he pulled back hard.
`Mark ... smear my arse for me. Make me real messy.'
He got up and bent over in front of me, showing off his mess. I wrapped a plastic bag round my hand like a glove and advanced on him, and he gasped as I reached out and pushed on his shit with the heel of my hand. I smeared it all over and then he sat in it again, rocked around and spread it out further, stood up and let me smear it some more. He whimpered and moaned more and more loudly as I massaged him, and spread the shit downwards at the back so his nappy started to leak and vivid brown shit oozed out round his thighs. He straightened up suddenly, edging hard.
`Pull your nappy down now. Let's see your pooey bottom!'
He stepped forward onto a bag spread on the floor and pulled the nappy down around his knees. His bottom was completely covered in his shit, and as he bowed his legs a bit a big lump peeled away from his balls and fell into the nappy. He stood wanking for a second before he closed his legs and let the nappy drop heavily to the floor, stepped out of it and struck a pose, with his hand on his hip and his plastered backside sticking out. He wiggled it cutely at me. Then he spun round, dropped to his knees and pulled me in, and sucked me off greedily. Once more his mouth did amazing things to my cock.
`Oh ... oh Tom I'm gonna cum!'
Mmm,' he mumbled. In me mouth. Spunk in me mouth.'
He tasted my cum then and wriggled harder, and I felt him too starting to cum. For a second or two we squirmed and sucked and wanked, and then my horny boy just exploded. He roared out loud through his mouthful of cock and his dick jerked and spurted cum across the room. And then he gagged and swallowed as I fired into his mouth.
That was a week ago, and I haven't seen Tom since. He's been working quite long hours so he hasn't been able to come over, but he's been video-calling me from the toilet so I can watch him having a shit. He did think he was going to have to work late today as well, but then he just messaged me a minute ago:
- Hi Mark. Had a customer cancel so gonna b finishing early 2day. Didn't go 4 a poo this morning & need 2 go 2 the toilet. Wanna have some fun? ;-)
He left the rest of the packet of nappies at mine last time, and when I went shopping the other day I bought some more plastic bags and disinfectant, and antibacterial soap to clean him up with after out next session. He's just messaged again to say he'll be done with work in half an hour and he can come straight over. I'd best go and get the bathroom ready for him!
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