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Watching Sam Shit
I just knew it was going to be Sam when my phone bleeped on bright Saturday morning, and when I saw his name on the display my stomach lurched and I started to get a hard-on. He often came round on weekend mornings like this. He'd leave home a bit early so he could stop by on his way to work, and then when we were done he'd head off to start his shift in a nearby bar and I'd get on with my day, both of us smiling to ourselves at the secret, madly horny thing we'd done together.
I'd first met him a few months earlier, after seeing a Grindr profile he'd put up. When we'd first started messaging one another it all seemed too good to be true, but he was genuine, and he was beautiful. He was nineteen years old; a tall, toned, smooth young man with sharp features and bright eyes. His skin was smooth and tanned, and it set off his neatly cut, fairish brown hair to perfection. He was mainly straight, he'd explained when we first met, but he'd been with a few guys too. Gay sex felt raw and exciting, and it appealed to his kinky side. With girls he was pretty vanilla, he grinned, and with men he'd only wanked and had his dick sucked, a fucked a couple of guys he'd really clicked with. When he fantasised about men, though, the sex was dark and dirty, and the Grindr ad he'd put up had been looking for someone to turn his horniest, most secret fantasy into a reality. He wanted a guy to watch him shit.
Sam had found having a shit a turn-on for as long as he could remember. When he was much younger he'd once had to do it with a friend in the room, and he'd had to pull his pants up quickly to hide the erection it gave him. At school and college and now university he liked having his daily shit in the public toilets, where other people could hear his plops. In his dirtiest wank fantasies he squatted down and did it in front of a guy who wanked off over his turds and then wiped his bottom for him. He'd never really thought about whether there were other guys into the same thing and he'd never explored scat sites on the internet, and when he'd put his anonymous Grindr profile up asking if anyone else was into it he hadn't really expected anything to come of it. Nor had I, really: Grindr is full of fakes and time-wasters, just like the rest of the internet. But then we'd arranged to meet, and when I'd walked up the road to where he'd said he'd be, he was as good as his word. It had all felt unreal the first couple of times, like some crazily erotic dream we sank into together for half an hour or so before going back to our normal lives, but then we started to get comfortable with it and got to know each other a bit better. Even now, more than a dozen meetings later, it still turned both of us on so much that we edged uncontrollably as he did it, and cried out loud as we came.
I was just starting to wonder where Sam had got to when he rang the doorbell. He grinned coyly as I opened the door, looking a little bit uncomfortable as he stood on the doorstep in his tight black jeans and the white uniform shirt that showed his pert body off to perfection.
'Sorry I'm late,' he said in his well-spoken voice. 'Traffic's really bad in town, and I've got to be at work in half an hour.'
'Okay. Still want to...?'
'Yeah. I really need a shit! Best just do it on the toilet though.'
I looked him up and down, still amazed that such a beautiful lad wanted to do something so kinky, and eyeballed his bottom through his jeans as he led the way. As we went I peeled my T-shirt off and undid my belt so could get my pants down quickly. Sometimes he just liked me to sit in silence, as if I was spying on him, but other times, like now, he wanted me naked and wanking, and he teased me about how excited I got. My cock was pressing hard against my pants, and then I turned around to him and pulled then down it bounced out. He looked me up and down with his sexiest smile, his bright green eyes twinkling and his crotch bulging a bit. Then he put down the toilet seat and started undoing his belt.
I watched intently as he pulled his pants down, flashing his bottom at me as he bent to push his jeans down past his knees. The skin under his pants was paler than the rest of him, and his cheeks were smooth and bubbly, peeping out invitingly under the hem of his shirt. As he straightened up again I saw his long, meaty cock, half-hard and sprouting from amid his wiry pubes. He sat down, leant forward a little and rested his elbows on his knees, in the classic position of a lad having a shit. I love the sight of a hot guy on the toilet, showing off the beautiful curves of his legs and back and bottom, all vulnerable and sexy as he does his most private business. Sam shuffled his bottom on the seat as he got comfortable, hitched his shirt up a little, and then went still. There was total silence apart from our breathing.
Sam rocked his head forward very slightly and his face stiffened, he gave a soft little grunt, and his bottom seemed to fill out a bit on the seat. He pushed again, and from underneath him came the faintest little rustling sound as a turd started to extend down from his hole.
'Plop.'
He pursed his lips and pushed gently, the slimy sound came again, and I started to smell it. Sam's shit smelled absolutely gorgeous; erotic beyond belief; a light, fresh aroma that tickled my nostrils and made my dick even harder.
'Plomp ... plop, plop ... ploop.'
Sam grunted again; a soft, satisfied sound, looked up at me and grinned sexily as he pressed his semi-hard cock down into the bowl and started to piss. It splashed and hissed against the side of the bowl for a long time before it tailed off, and then he did another spurt or two as his face stiffened and he strained. His bottom made its faint little noises again. The smell grew a bit stronger.
'Ploop ... plop-plop ... ploop ... ploop.'
'Uh,' he grunted. 'Oh that's better.'
'Mmm! It sounded good! Have you finished?'
Sam shook his head. He usually took quite a long time over having a shit, and as often as not he'd sit for about five minutes after he'd dropped his first big turds before he started to go again. He looked so hot sitting there on the toilet with his pants round his ankles and his bottom naked, and the smell of what had come out of it thickening the air around him. It was a privilege to be there with him in his most private moment, and my cock throbbed as I watched. Every so often he made his cute straining face, but nothing came. Then after a few minutes he strained again, and emitted a little rasping fart and a slimy crackling sound.
'Plop ... plip-plop ... ploop, plop, plop.'
The sound was muffled, as if his turds were landing on what he'd already done rather than splashing into the water. He farted again and did another one, and then let out a sigh.
'I'm done now,' he said.
'Mmm, nice! Can I see it?'
He grinned again and stood up so that I could lean in and look at what he'd done. Sam's shit was usually quite solid and his turds were big and well formed, and this time was no exception. The bowl was full of smooth, cracked curls and uneven lumps, with a big log half-buried among them, its broken end sticking up out of the water. It was a beautiful sandy-brown colour. The smell rose up from it like smoke, and I wanked harder as I took a big sniff. He sat back down again, smiling.
'You wanna wipe my arse for me, or watch me do it?'
'You do it. I wanna watch!'
Sam looked so cute as he performed that most undignified act. He did it sitting down, just shuffling forward on the seat and leaning forward to lift his bottom up so he could reach in underneath with a pad of folded paper and rub gently at his bumhole. There was a light streak across it when he brought it round to look, so he folded it neatly in half and reached around behind again. He used two more pads of paper, and then when he was nearly clean he folded up a final one and half-stood so he could give his hole a vigorous rub. As he dropped the crumpled paper into the toilet he turned around to me, fully hard now, with his dick sticking out like a gun.
'Cum all over it,' he said. 'Wanna see you cum all over my shit.'
He turned around so his dick was over the toilet and started to wank, and I moved closer and did the same. For a few seconds we stood and got off together on what he'd just done. Then his head went back and his face contorted, and he shot a big spurt of sticky white cum all over the toilet. Seconds later I too cried out and shot a load all over his big shit.
Sam was also in a hurry the next time I saw him. This time it wasn't only because he was running late, but because he had a hangover. He'd been out with some friends the night before, and on top of his dinner he'd got a takeaway on his way home. When I opened the door to him he was standing with his bum visibly clenched.
'I'm really busting for a shit,' he gabbled as he came in. 'Gonna poo my pants in a minute!'
We hastened through to the bathroom, where he undid his belt quickly, yanked his jeans and pants down to his knees and plonked himself quickly down on the toilet, gasping with relief. His bottom started to hiss and crackle at once, and the splashes came in quick succession.
'Plop! Ploop, ploop, ploop, plop!'
'Oh!' he sighed. 'Oh fucking hell, I needed that!'
The smell rolled out from him, a bit harsher and riper than usual, and stronger, like it often was when he had a hangover. He wrinkled his nose up cutely at it as he did a long piss.
'You sounded like you were really desperate!' I said. 'Mm, it really smells as well. Can I see it?'
He nodded and lifted his bottom off the seat for me to take a look. He'd done three smooth turds that lay alongside one another in the bowl, with another couple of lumps underneath them. Above them his tight little bumhole was quite dirty, and there was a little brown smear on the inside of his cheek. Then he sat hastily back down again and farted, long and loud, morphing into a slimy crackle and another series of rapid-fire plops. The smell grew thicker and nastier. When he was done he stood up again to show me his dirty hole and the mushy brown pile he'd deposited on top of his logs. He still felt like he needed a shit, so he sat back down again and waited a couple of minutes, but no more came and he needed to get to work, so he reached for the toilet paper. Once again I sat and wanked as he lifted his bum up and reached around behind to wipe. His hole was filthy and he had to use a lot of paper. Then suddenly as he went to wipe again he pulled his hand away, leaned back a bit and farted out another stream of gassy turds. After that he had to start all over again, until finally the paper came away clean and he stood up to give himself a last little rub. We both wanked off quickly into the toilet before he headed off to work.
Finally a morning came when we had a bit more time. He was starting later at work and the traffic wasn't too bad, and better still he wasn't desperate for a shit when he arrived. I made us a cup of tea and we sat and talked for a bit, letting the anticipation build up. He'd eaten a lot the day before, he said with a sly smile; full meals at both lunchtime and dinnertime with lots of carbs, and he felt quite full. His chute was filling up slowly, like it did when he was going to take a big, solid dump. Then he leaned to one side and farted softly, and my dick pressed against my pants as I sniffed at his rich, rounded little smell. He drained his tea, reached out and put the mug down.
'Now,' he said, turning to me with a grin, 'I need a shit.'
'Cool! We've still plenty of time, so do you want to do it on the floor?'
'Yeah! Want you to sniff it and cum all over it!'
He stood up and started taking his clothes off, laying them carefully over the back of the chair so he'd look smart when he went to work. His body was beautiful. He was lithe and toned from long hours in the gym, and when he took his top off he showed off a perfect six-pack and nicely defined pecs with cute little nipples. Then he pulled his jeans down, showing off his long, muscular legs, and then finally his pants so that his big cock bounced free, already more than half hard. He was stunning, and the fact that he needed a shit made him even sexier. He was about to drop a big load of his body's beautiful, masculine waste right in front of me, and the prospect had me edging into my pants. He stood and watched, smiling coolly as he watched me strip, and then led the way through to the bathroom.
The seat of the toilet was down and I'd left a plastic bag spread on the floor in front of it. He looked around and winked at me as he clocked it, then stepped forward and straddled the toilet, facing towards the wall. Slowly he lowered himself down, so that his thighs were on the seat and his bottom hanging off the front over the bag, parting his cheeks to show off the darker skin of his crack. His hole was tight and wrinkled, with just light fringe of wiry dark hairs around it. I dropped to my knees right behind him, so that my face was just inches away, and looked up at him in awe. Not for the first time I dreamed of being his toilet; licking him clean when he'd had a shit; even eating his firm, healthy turds fresh from his pert young arse. The thought of eating shit had always made me heave, but right then if he'd told me to lie under him and open my mouth I'd have done it. Instead he shuffled a little further back towards me and bent forwards to stick his bottom out further, and I fixed my eyes on it and waited.
Sam grunted softly, like he always did as he relaxed and his shit started to move inside him. His hole flared out and in again a couple of times, and then started to dilate, opening up to uncover the rounded tip of his turd. Slowly it nosed its way out, getting thicker as it came until he had a rounded brown cone jutting out of him. He grunted again and it slid out a little further, and at once started to bend downwards, opening up a deep crack that widened until the end snapped off and dropped to the floor with a loud 'thud.' He sat there for a few seconds with the jagged broken end sticking out of his hole. The smell began to tickle my nose, all warm and inviting. Then he grunted and strained a little, and it started to move. He pushed out a long golden-brown column that pointed straight down towards the floor, smooth and cracked and glistening where the light fell on it. As four or five thick inches hung down from him it started to pull apart again, right below his hole, and then his big log dropped onto the bag, bending almost at right angles as it hit the floor and toppled over. At once he gave another grunt and pushed out the rest of it, so that it tapered off to a long point and fell cleanly onto his log.
Once again he sat still, looking as awesomely hot as he always did when he was in mid-shit. His delectable smell hung lightly around him. His bumhole twitched and puckered out a couple of times, with just the faintest traces of shit visible in its pink centre. In front I could hear him trying to piss, but he was too hard and it just came out in little splashy spurts. Then he gave another grunt and strain, his hole puckered out again, and another turd peeped out. This one was slightly thinner but still solid and smooth. It came out a little way, paused, and then grew sinuously out of him like a long brown tail. Twice it pulled apart and two smooth curls fell onto his pile, and then his turd curled its broken end up towards my face, bent downwards and dropped onto the pile, and left him with just another ragged lump clinging to his hole. He strained a couple of times before it dropped from him. I stared at him in amazement, flicking my eyes between his dirty little hole, flaring in and out every so often, and the big brown pile he'd produced. I sniffed deeply, drinking in his aroma.
'Mmm!' I sighed. 'Your smell's so nice!'
'Yeah?' he breathed back. 'Go on, sniff it. Get your nose right in close. It's okay, I won't go again until you're ready.'
I couldn't resist it. I leaned forward, bending right down until my face was almost touching his pile and I could feel its hotness. It was his excrement; his shit; hot and fresh from inside his body, and it was beautiful. Close up like this the smell was stronger and even more exciting, and I could feel myself edging and dribbling pre-cum onto the floor. Then he whispered that another turd was coming, and I leaned back and watched from a few inches away as a long brown rope curled from his open hole, and one slim curl after another hissed and squelched and dropped onto the pile. He gave a deep, manly little grunt as it ended.
When he was done I wiped his bottom for him, like I'd done before when he'd done it on the floor. It felt fantastically intimate as I rubbed gently at his hole, feeling it twitch and pucker beneath my fingers, with him sighing contentedly. He loved having his bum wiped for him like this. His solid shit hadn't left much behind and the first piece of paper came away with only a lightish smear across it. After two or three more the stains were almost invisible and I folded one last piece of paper and gave him a quick rub to finish off, so that his bumhole was as clean as he liked it. As soon as I was done he got up off the toilet and knelt down with me, waving his hard-on over what he'd done.
'Cum all over it,' I whispered. 'Cum all over your own shit.'
'Yeah. And you. Go on ... spunk all over it.'
We began wanking together, quick and excited, tugging hard at our swollen erections. His breathing grew deeper and he began to moan, and at the same time I felt myself starting to cum. We finished together, and both shot our cum all over his glistening brown pile.
Time and again Sam came round to take a dump. Sometimes he still did it sitting on the toilet, but more often, when he had a bit more time, he did it on the floor. We started experimenting with different positions; sometimes backwards on the toilet so his load fell to the floor in front of it; sometimes squatting, usually naked but a couple of times in his clothes, as if he'd been taken short and had to find somewhere secluded to relieve himself. If I'd had a garden that wasn't overlooked I'd have got him to do it there, but even as it was he looked so hot doing it in the bathroom, squatting with his jeans around his thighs and his shirt hitched up, and a long, smooth turd sliding out of his bottom.
Then I got him to do it on all fours, like an animal. He'd eaten a lot the day before and he was very full, and as soon as he knelt down he grunted sexily and let out a big lumpy turd that hung down from him for a few seconds, shaped like a baseball bat. Then it dropped heavily onto the floor, and he arched his back and lowered his bottom down a bit, and did a long, solid one that coiled lazily out, dropping lump after lump onto the pile he'd made, until suddenly it got smoother and his arse squelched and farted as two last smooth curls dropped from him. The smell was rich and and pungent. He got really excited as he did it and he was too hard to piss more than a few little spurts. Then he pushed his bottom back a bit and finished his shit, grunting contentedly as he covered the top of his pile in slim brown strips. It was the biggest shit I'd ever seen him do, and he said later that it had felt amazing. He turned around with his dripping cock in his hand, and we both wanked off together over his beautiful shit before he'd wiped.
The next time I saw him he'd been out with some of his mates to an Asian buffet restaurant the night before, and he was a bit hung over and gassy. As we sat talking beforehand he kept letting out little farts, silent but smelly. His rich smell had a rank, nasty side to it, like when he was hung over, and it got stronger as his chute filled up and he started to get desperate. When he finally stood up and started undoing his belt, he saw how hard I was, grinned sexily and raised an eyebrow. In the bathroom he got down on all fours again, big and manly and grunting sexily, and I couldn't help reaching out and putting a hand on his beautiful smooth bottom as he got ready to take a shit. I'd never really touched him like this before, and he turned around smiling, with one eyebrow raised again. I kept my hand on his skin as he lowered his bum down a bit, and then I felt him relax, drew it away and watched in awe as he dropped his load.
His shit was huge. From when the first thick turtle's head nosed out from his flaring lips it was smooth and sinuous, and it came out pretty quickly. He did a long turd that snapped off cleanly, and dropped three hefty logs onto the floor before he grunted and pushed out the end. The smell filled the bathroom like steam from the shower, thick and ripe and dirty. He knelt for a few moments, breathing hard, then arched his back and grunted, and curled a long hissing snake out onto his logs.
'Oh!' he gasped. 'Oh that feels good!'
'Yeah, I bet it does! Mmm!'
Almost without realising what I was doing I started to lean forwards, getting my face closer to his reeking, pile.
'Ooh, no don't. I'm gonna go again!'
He farted loudly, and then again, long and low. His hole flared and bubbled, pinched in again for a moment, and then let out a soft, farty stream. He covered his turds in brown mush, and wrinkled his nose up cutely.
'Phew, sorry, that really smells!'
'Mm, yeah it does. So fucking nice! Have you finished?'
He nodded, and I bent right forward and lowered my face down to his shit. His pile was huge and soft, and up close like this I could feel its heat and the smell almost made me gag. Next to me he shuffled forward and turned around, horny and grunting, with his hard cock in his hand.
'Sniff it,' he said. 'Ooh, yeah, like that! So hot how you get off on my shit! Get your face in closer...'
Once again the mad craving hit me. I wanted to push my face into it; open my mouth and taste his manly young shit. Above me he wanked harder and harder, and hissed that he was going to cum all over me. I was wanking too, edging all over the floor as I sniffed, drinking deeply of his filth. Then he came. He yelped out loud and his dick exploded, and he spattered me with his cum before I came all over his turds.
A few weeks later, when he came round on his way to work, Sam told me that he'd gone for a drink that week with a girl he'd met through one of his workmates whom he really liked. He said this just before he sat down backwards on the toilet and took a long, slow shit that we both wanked off over afterwards, but even so I had the ominous feeling that our fun together might be coming to an end. Sure enough, I only saw him the once more, a couple of weeks later. He'd been on another date with the girl and they were going out together the following weekend. He smiled sweetly as he said this, with the happy look of a young man who's met someone special. Then he looked straight back at me with his face changing to his horny little grin, and he leaned to one side and farted. It smelled fresh and rich, like one of his big shits when he'd had a lot of healthy food to eat the day before and he hadn't been drinking. As usual he hadn't sat on the toilet since the previous morning, and his gorgeous young body was sending him the 'it's time to take a dump' signal. I could see his dick starting to bulge the crotch of his jeans out. So was mine, and we both got harder as the pressure in his chute mounted. His little hissing farts perfumed the air. I looked him up and down, unable to believe – like I often was – what this beautiful young hunk was about to do for me, and craving his shit more than I ever had before. Eventually he went to stand up, and my heart thumped madly.
'So...' he said slowly, looking down on me with his face all intense. 'I really need a shit.'
'Hang on...'
I couldn't resist asking. Even if he refused he'd still shit for me and that would be good enough, but just this once I wanted to be his toilet. He looked round at me and our eyes met. I think he knew what I was going to say, and he raised one eyebrow knowingly.
'Look,' I said. 'This might be the last time we meet, mightn't it?'
'Erm ... yeah, it might. If things between me and Megan work out then yeah, it probably will be.'
'So ... will you shit on me? Seriously, it's something I've always ... just this once?'
'Oh!' He looked shocked for a moment, but then he relaxed. 'But ... well, it's a bit extreme innit?'
'Is it? Much more than just doing it front of me? You know how I get off on your shit, and you're cool with that. Is it so much more extreme?'
'Erm, I ... well, maybe not. If you really want me to ... yeah, I'll do it if you want. You sure?'
I nodded, heart in mouth He looked uncertain for a moment longer, but then smiled and relaxed, and started undoing his belt. I watched him strip, marvelling at his lithe body and what he was about to do to me. He stood naked, stroking his hard-on slowly, as I got naked too, and then we hastened to the bathroom.
'Sure about this?' he asked again. 'Yeah? Okay then, lie down...'
The bathroom floor felt cool and hard as I lay down on it. For a moment he stood over me, fingering his cock again, then stepped forward and straddled me. I lay and looked up his long, long legs at his bubbly arse and smooth back. Then he knelt down, pinning me between his hairy legs with his arse over my chest, lifting his hips slightly to make it stick out more. He was big and masculine, and in my mind I submitted to him completely. I was his toilet. His tight hole twitched and puckered out a little, and he let out another soft fart. As the fresh smell hit me I gave a little whimper of anticipation.
'Okay?' he breathed hoarsely. 'I really need to shit. You ready?'
'Yes ... yes I'm ready. Nice and slow....'
He knelt over me for a few seconds longer as my head rushed with excitement and my dick throbbed. Then he drew breath. Very slowly his pink hole began to open, uncovering the rounded tip of his golden-brown turd. He grunted softly and it came out a little further, pushing his pink ring out wider, and then a little further still so that a rounded, solid lump stuck out. It glistened dully in the light, and the faint smell tickled my nose. It began to pull apart slowly, and then suddenly swung downwards, hung for a second and dropped onto my chest like a brown pebble. For the first time I actually felt his shit, all solid and warm, and I moaned. Above me he still had a thick, jagged end in his hole. Now he grunted again, his arse relaxed and it slid out. The first couple of inches were solid and cracked, but then it grew smoother, making a slimy little crackle as his hole stretched and rippled around it. He grew a thick brown tail, and then it pulled suddenly apart and fell heavily between my nipples. His smell hit me in full force, all thick and sultry, and I moaned out loud. He strained slightly and his turd came again, squelching and hissing. It tapered off and dropped, landed on top of his log and slid off onto my skin.
'Okay?' he breathed. 'Feel good?'
'Oh fucking hell yes ... feels amazing! It's so nasty, but it feels so fucking nice. You got more?'
'Yeah. Loads I think. Feels so nice doing it...'
His dick twitched a few times, and little spurts of hot piss splashed onto my thighs and trickled onto the floor. There were traces of shit around his hole, and when he relaxed and it flared out a little it was brown in the middle. Then he cocked his bottom up a little and grunted.
'Uh... Gonna do another one ... oh yeah...'
He did a little squeaky fart as his hole opened again, and another dense, glistening log descended, hung from him for a second, and then dropped and bent over his log with both ends on my skin. The sheer filthiness of it all overwhelmed me. Gorgeous Sam was taking a big, satisfying dump right on my chest. His shit was hot and heavy, and the sensation and the smell of it were obscenely erotic. I was edging as I waited patiently for him to go again. Then after a minute or so he grunted and strained a couple of times, and let out little gassy farts as a brown snake coiled from his bum. Slimy curls landed on his turds and slid down onto me, and his pile grew bigger and heavier and nastier. Then it stopped again, and he strained and flared his dirty bumhole out a few times until the brown sliver hanging from it fell away. It landed on his pile and stayed upright, pointing back up to where it had come from. Again he knelt over me, and it felt as if I waited a lifetime for him to finish his manly dump. Then he arched his back and grunted, and two more thin curls slid sinuously from him.
'That's it,' he breathed. 'I'm done.'
He reached out and picked up the toilet paper, tore off a few sheets and folded them up, and then reached behind him. I lay there all blissed out and watched him wipe. He did it slowly at first, from front to back, brought each pad of paper round to inspect it, then folded it and did it again. He dropped the used paper underneath him, onto my stomach, leaving his beautiful pile uncovered. Finally he stuck his are up a bit further, brought one last pad of paper round and gave himself a good rub. Then he got up and turned around, and knelt back down over me with his cock in his hand, his face twisting into a smirk as he looked on what he'd done.
'Wank off,' he said softly. 'Go on, spunk all over yourself.'
I was edging already, and my dick dribbled I closed my fingers round it. He wanked too, quick and excited, and we got off together, sharing the filthy intimacy of it, breathing harder and heavier as we got nearer to cumming. Then he started to moan and his face contorted, and he threw back his head and spurted all over his shit. Seconds later I came too, and spattered my load all over his bottom.
'Oh fucking hell!' he sighed, and then smiled. 'That was fucking mad!'
'Ooh yeah, was awesome! Best get cleaned up though...'
He watched with a faint look of disgust as I pulled the bag towards me and rolled over to tip his shit onto it, and then left me to it when I got in the shower. When I went back through to the living room a few minutes later he was dressed again, sitting on the sofa playing with his phone. He was already wearing his jacket.
'I'd best go,' he said. 'Got a few things I need to get done.'
'Okay,' I said, leading the way to the door. 'Look ... stay in touch, eh? You know where I am if you do wanna meet again.'
'Yeah. We'll see what happens. It's been good though.'
He smiled awkwardly, stepped forward and gave me a hug, and then opened the door and went. I shut it behind him and went back inside. On impulse I went through into the bathroom. It smelled of disinfectant and shower gel, but despite that his smell was still there. He was a sweet guy and I wished him all the best, and I really did hope it all worked out well for him with his new girl. Even so, someday I hoped I'd see him again.
THE END
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