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Two Lads' Toilet
I already had a hard-on when I got the bathroom ready. I got out some disinfectant, cloths, plastic bags and so on and put them on the shelf at the end of the bath, and cleared away the soap and shower gels from around it. Finally I pulled the shower curtain to the other end, well out of the way, went into the cupboard and got out a toilet seat. It was mounted on two lengths of metal that fitted across the bath like a soap tray, so that you could sit on it with your bottom over the middle of the bath. That done, I still had twenty minutes or so to wait, so I went and made myself a cup of tea, sat down and tried to get on with some work. It was no good, though: I was too excited to concentrate and I kept checking my phone in case Max had messaged. Impatiently, I reread the one he'd sent half an hour earlier:
Hi Mark. U in? Me n Dan both need 2 go 2 the toilet ;-)
Max and Dan were a handsome young couple in their early 20s who shared a flat on the other side of the city from me. They were nice middle-class lads really, but one of them was an aspiring actor and the other a musician and they were both often out of work and short of money. It was one time when they were particularly broke and offering to do porn vids for cash on a local free ads site that I got chatting to Max. I wasn't interested in their videos, but I was willing to pay them to do other things, and although Max stressed right at the start that they weren't in an open relationship and wouldn't have sex with anyone else, he did also say they might do things that didn't involve that if the money was right. When I'd told him what I had in mind I'd expected him to run a mile, but he didn't. Instead he amazed me by saying they were up for it. They were horny, sexually adventurous lads, and although they were shocked by what I proposed to them, they weren't horrified by it. Besides, as Max put it the first time we'd met:
'It's just going for a shit and I'd need to do that anyway, and if you're gonna pay for it...'
Since then we'd met regularly. Well, I say 'met,' but there was rarely any talking involved. After the first couple of meets I'd given them a key to the flat, so they could simply come in, use their toilet, pick up their money from the kitchen table, and leave again. Sometimes just one of them came, usually Max, since he got more opportunities than Dan, and I got the impression he was more comfortable with it as well. When they both came he usually went second, and something he once said had suggested that was because he didn't care about seeing and smelling Dan's shit, whereas Dan was more squeamish and didn't like being where his boyfriend had just done it. Sometimes I wondered if that meant Max was the bottom in bed, but I didn't know them well enough to ask that kind of question! I looked at my phone, wondering what was keeping them, and just as I did so it buzzed and bleeped in my hand:
5 mins. Dan really needs the toilet!
Quickly I checked that the safety chain was off the front door, stripped naked and went through to the bathroom. By now my stomach was churning with anticipation and my heart was pounding, and my raging hard-on bobbed and bounced in front of me as I walked. In the bathroom I closed the door and window and turned off the extractor fan, climbed into the bath and lay down. I reached forward and pulled the toilet seat towards me, so it was over my chest. I lay back under it and waited.
A couple of minutes later I heard footsteps outside the flat and then the key in the front door, and my dick began to bob up and down in excitement. The two of them clattered through into the kitchen on the other side of the hallway, and I heard them exchange a few muffled words. Probably they'd picked up the money from the table. There was a couple of seconds' pause, another distant exchange, and then the first set of footsteps came towards me. Dan, I thought: even if he didn't usually go first I'd still recognise his loose-limbed walk.
The door opened, slowly, at first, and Dan came in. He was tall and slim and fair, with spiky auburn hair and a smiley, friendly face, and his body was cutely curvy. He never met my eyes when he did this. Instead he turned away and took a step sideways until he was standing in front of the seat over the bath, and his hands went to his belt buckle. He seemed to take ages to undo his belt and flies, but then his blue jeans dropped around his ankles and he pulled his check boxer shorts down to follow them, and for a second he stood in front of me with his bottom naked. It was broader and fuller than you'd think from a first glance at him. His cheeks were smooth, but there was a cute fuzz of hair in his crack, fringing the pink area around his tight, wrinkled arsehole. His cheeks parted to show it all off to me as he sat down on the toilet seat, fidgeted a couple of times as he got comfortable, and then leaned forwards with his elbows resting on his knees; the classic position of a lad about to relieve himself. I was his toilet, and I started to edge as I stared up at his firm young arse.
Dan always took a long time over having a shit, and he started very slowly. His bottom relaxed and filled out slightly on the seat, and his pink hole twitched, and slowly puckered out and back in. He gave the softest of grunts, fidgeted, and his hole flared briefly again. He sat there for what felt like years as I quivered and edged underneath him, and then his bottom heaved and his hole puckered out slightly again. This time he farted sharply, pinched his hole hastily, and then relaxed and let out another soft, deep little fart. His tight hole was twitching in and out, getting ready to release the load sliding down his chute towards it. I couldn't stop myself letting out a soft moan as the smell hit me. Dan made the most beautiful aroma; not strong or rank, but really nice and warm with a fruity, coarse edge to it. His twitching hole flared out again, and then wider, and through it peeped a brown tip that receded momentarily, and then he gave a soft grunt and his pink ring widened over the rounded end of a turd. It paused again, came out further as he drew breath and gave a little strain, and another so that a solid lump jutted from him.
'Uh ... ooh...' he grunted, tailing off into a sigh.
His turd descended on me like a thick column growing down from his bottom. It was slightly lumpy at first, but then smoother, with deep cracks and bits of light matter embedded in it, the whole lot a gorgeous deep, golden brown and glistening in the light. His pink ring rippled and puckered around it as it slid through with a crackle and little squeaks of gas. The sight of his turd coming down on me and the filthy sound and thickening smell drove me wild, and then a deep jagged crack widened in his turd, and the first few lumpy inches pulled stickily away. The sensation as it fell onto my chest was as intense as if he'd punched me, and it toppled over and flopped heavily down right across my nipple, all hot and solid and wonderfully foul. Above me his brown column was still coming down, jagged and broken at its lower and and tapering off at the top until it slid cleanly through his closing hole. He hit me hard again, another heavy one that bent almost double and dropped onto the middle of my chest. His turds were dense and heavy like chunks of plasticine, but slimier; firm and hot exquisitely nasty.
I wasn't touching my cock, but even so it was bobbing up and down and dribbling pre-cum as I lay there pretty much helpless, waiting for Dan to continue his dump. He was a slightly camp lad but he seemed awesomely masculine as he sat over me, with his dirty hole twitching and puckering every so often. Then his dick twitched and he started to piss, slowly at first but building up into a yellowish jet that ran down the side of the bath in rivers and splashed back onto me. It went on and on, and as it started to tail off he drew breath and grunted, and once again the foulness of him having a shit hit me in full force. He pushed out a big curved log, all slimy and cracked with a few bits of sweetcorn or something pressed into it, hissing and crackling and thrusting his smell in my face. Two big, ragged lumps thudded onto my chest, and then a slimmer one that curled upwards for a moment as he strained it out, then broke downwards, hit his pile and plopped down towards my neck. I edged constantly as he shat on me, until by the time it ended I was close to cumming.
'Uh...' he grunted.
Once again he made me wait, and I managed to draw back from the brink, lying in a pool of his piss with his heavy brown pile on my chest and his smell hanging round us like steam from the shower. His bumhole was much dirtier now, all brown and sticky, and there was a little smear of shit on the inside of his cheek. He sat and flared it out a few times, and let out a couple of soft farts. Sometimes he could sit like this for several minutes before he finished his shit, but that morning it wasn't long before his hole twitched, flared and squeaked softly, and he pushed out a crackling brown rope. A series of long, slim turds grew down from his bottom, curled one way and another, and dropped onto me, covering his first solid logs in a heavy dense pile of smooth curls. They got thinner, until finally he was left with just a brown sliver hanging down from his bum. He grunted as he strained his hole open one last time, and shuffled his bum on the seat to dislodge it. Finally it pulled stickily away and dropped lightly on top of his pile, and he reached for the toilet paper.
Dan wiped his bum standing up. He used to stand up straight, but then stick his bottom out cutely, almost standing up on tiptoes as he reached in and pressed the paper to his bumhole. He twisted it a bit and pulled it away with a big brown stain on it, dropped it down by my leg and pulled off another load of paper from the roll. His wiping technique was so inefficient and he looked almost comical as he stood rubbing at his hole. It took him four or five wads of scrunched up paper before they came away clean, and finally he threw the last one down by my leg, bent and pulled his pants up. He didn't look round at me as he washed his hands, and I lay and eyed him up for a moment. But then he swung round and pulled the door open and ducked out of the room. That left me with a moment or two to compose myself after the mad buzz of being fit young Dan's toilet, and to prepare myself for his equally handsome boyfriend! I reached up and pushed the seat a little further away, so it was over my belly.
A few seconds later footsteps came nearer again, this time Max's heavier tread, the door opened, and he came in. Max was slightly shorter and stockier than his partner, and where Dan was fair he was quite dark, with olive skin and messy black hair. He paused for a split second and wrinkled his nose up as he smelled what Dan had done, and he looked the other way as he shut the door, stood in front of the toilet seat and his hands went to his waistband. Then he pulled his tracksuit pants and briefs down in one quick movement, shuffled backwards with his sturdy bottom naked, and lowered himself down onto the seat. Underneath him my cock started to bounce and dribble again. Whereas Dan dumped slowly, Max usually emptied his bowels in one go, and my whole body tensed up as I waited for the brown avalanche to come.
Max reached down and fumbled his phone out of his pocket, sat up and started playing with it, just as he must have done on the toilet. The way he acted so normally, as if he was unaware that it was me lying underneath him, quivering all over with a big, cooling pile of his boyfriend's shit on my chest, made the whole thing even more surreal. Then Max seemed to arch his back slightly and his bottom heaved. His hole puckered partly open, and a thick brown point emerged. He strained lightly again, and his turd slid quickly out. It was slightly thinner and smoother than Dan's, and much darker brown; a rich, chocolatey colour. Three or four thick, solid inches thudded onto my belly and his bottom pinched in slightly, but then he grunted and pushed a little, and his big, sinuous log came down on me. Two or three times it grew into a lumpy tail and dropped a fat curl on me, and above the growing pile on my belly the broken end was growing out of him again with a soft, slimy crackle. The smell washed over me, thicker and ranker than Dan's, and fantastically erotic. Once again I shook and edged madly, overcome by the perverted thrill of being a hot young guy's toilet.
Max used to shit relentlessly, as if once he'd started nothing could stop him, and although his dumps were over quickly they were still big and chunky. He dropped another couple of thick curls, making a hefty pile on my belly, and then his turd slowed down and grew thinner, and he gave a soft little grunt. A long, curl extended down from him, much fatter at its broken lower end than right below his flaring pink hole, and at the same time he began pissing. His stream splashed noisily against the side of the bath and pooled warmly around me, and I lay there with his shit on my chest, heavy and slimy and deliciously nasty. Slowly the turd still hanging from his arse pulled away, he strained again, and it fell from him and flopped onto his pile. I felt the tip bend down and touch my skin, right near to my dancing dick. He grunted again; the relieved sound of a young man just finishing a big, satisfying shit. Above me his sticky brown bumhole flared a couple of times as he strained. Then he put his phone back in his pocket, pulled off a few sheets of toilet paper and started folding them up.
Max wiped his bum sitting down. He shuffled forward on the seat, leaned to the side a little and hitched the hem of his shirt up with one hand before he reached round behind to wipe with the other. As his hand came down through the seat he nearly touched his own shit, and he leaned forward further to give himself more room. He wiped slowly and thoroughly, and out of habit he just let each piece of paper go when he was done with it, so used bog roll covered his pile and fell across my cock and balls. Finally he was done, and he stood up and bent to pull his pants up. I lay prone as he too washed his hands quickly, and then he was gone. I heard both of them clatter off up the hallway and the front door banged behind them.
For a minute or two I lay there, taking in what had just happened to me, the sensation of the two hot lads' shit still lying heavily on my body, and the thick, rank smell in the closed little room. I started to edge again. Unable to resist any longer I nudged Max's used toilet paper out of the way, reached awkwardly over his shit and fondled my cock with my fingers, and whimpered as it jerked and dribbled. I began to wank clumsily, slowly at first but then faster and faster until, finally, I cried out and blasted cum all over myself, and all over the lads' shit.
Twenty minutes later I went through to the kitchen, newly showered and carrying a tied-up bag of shit and toilet paper and cleaning cloths to take out to the dustbins. As I passed I noticed a note on the table, written on the back of the envelope I'd left their money in:
Thanks for letting us use the toilet – see you next time ;-) Max and Dan xx
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