The following story is a work of fiction. The people in the story are real people, but they are treated as characters in this story. The text in no way implies any knowledge of their true sexuality or actions, and it is not intended to suggest that anyone is straight, bisexual, or homosexual. This story also makes no claims to preference in sexual partners, legal or otherwise. This is from my imagination only; the events depicted here, which include sexual acts and fetish/scat play, are fictional and should not be construed as fact. There are derogatory remarks and slang terms used that may be offensive to some, and it is not this author's intention to offend anyone; it is merely an attempt at over the top but hot dialogue. If you are underage in your location, please do not read.
Zac was full. He'd eaten far too much at the stupid celebrity lunch his agent had made him go to and he could feel the weight of it inside him. His washboard stomach was popping underneath his slim fit, tight t-shirt thanks to the amount of food he'd taken in. He wasn't usually a big eater, but he just hadn't been able to say no to the lovely things being cooked up by a whole batch of celebrity chefs catering the lunch. However, all that food had been working through him, and now, a few hours later, he could feel the need to take a massive dump.
Slight problem though, Zac was in his car and very much stuck in traffic on his way to visit one of his friends. His fancy expensive cell phone had informed him of some accident that had happened on the highway ahead, but too late for him to actually do anything about it and he'd already been stuck almost motionless for the past twenty five minutes.
As his stomach rumbled away, he let out a sigh and relaxed enough to let out a loud and extremely pungent fart. Zac was shocked how such lovely food could turn in to something that smelled like that. The fart hadn't done much to help though, and, Zac thought as his stomach cramped, seemed to have made things worse, as when he had relaxed enough to let rip, something had shifted and he could feel it right at his tight little hole. Zac's hole was no stranger to having things stretching it, he loved having a finger stuffed inside while some babe was sucking away at him, but he could already feel that whatever was growing inside him was definitely bigger than some chick's finger!
As another fart rumbled out from between his legs, Zac began to realise that he was in some trouble. There was no way that he was going to be able to hold in his massive monster turd, but there was no way he was moving any time soon. The traffic seemed never ending, and the rumble in his stomach was only getting worse. He could feel the end of the monster had pushed through his hole and was touching cloth on his briefs. He was glad he was wearing just some simple Fruit of the Looms and nothing expensive or designer. As another fart rumbled its way out, Zac started to panic.
What was he going to do? He couldn't just jump out of the car and run off to the side of the highway. He was a celebrity, people would recognise him. He could see the headlines and the magazines now, now to mention that someone would almost certainly catch him doing something like that on their cell phone and then it'd end up on Youtube and his career would be over. No one would ever take him seriously and he'd just be 'that teen actor who shits on the side of roads.' As far as he could tell he had two options, hold it in or let it out, and the second option seemed to about to happen whatever he wanted!
The oddest thing for Zac though was the panic and the desperation seemed to be having an effect on him in a way that was really strange. His cock had gone as hard as steel. The more his stomach rumbled and his turd moved slowly forward, the harder his dick got in his pants. Beneath his jeans and inside his briefs his 8 inches of hard celebrity cock was throbbing in time with the rumbling in his bowels. He couldn't understand why, but he felt hornier than he had in a long time. As the pain and desperation hit their climax, Zac grunted as his tight hole puckered and let out another fart, but this time, at least an inch, just the tip, of the huge log inside him slipped out as well. Zac could feel it between his cheeks, the smelly lump felt like it was burning a hole in his briefs as the shame of being a grown man reduced to taking a crap in his briefs hit home. But again, even through the shame, Zac's cock was throbbing and clearly tenting his jeans.
Zac thought he best try and take his mind off what was going on and call his friend whose house he was heading to. Taking out his cell and placing it in the little holder on the dash, he brought up the profile for Taylor Lautner. As he was about to place the call, he was hit with another spasm, and another inch slid out. Zac now found it difficult to sit. Abandoning the call idea, he slowly raised himself up so that his ass hovered above the seat. Zac could feel the turd tube stretching his hole and pushing out his briefs. With a grunt, Zac knew it was time to face facts. He was a hot celebrity heartthrob and he was about to shit his pants in his car on the highway with a mystery boner tenting his jeans. With a crackle that Zac would never forget, he relaxed his hole and pushed out.
The thick tube of turd stretched his celebrity hole as it pushed out. Zac had never felt something so big coming out of his butthole and he groaned as he realised just how good it felt to release after holding for so long. He must have pushed out at least 6 inches of shit before he felt his hole spasm and the log break off. Thinking himself through it, Zac breathed out a sigh of relief, but was then hit by a shudder that rolled throughout his whole body as the tube was pushed aside by a thick, viscous and soft load that shot from his hole with such force he thought it was going to rip through his briefs and jeans. The thick load of shit spread out and Zac could fell it squishing up and under his balls and around the base of his still throbbing dick. He didn't know why his dick was so hard, but he knew it was. He didn't know why shitting felt so good, but it did.
Lost in the moment of the pleasure of release, Zac sat back down with a bounce and felt his turd spread even further. The smell in his car was immense, and Zac realised that despite how bad his farts had smelled earlier, his actual shit smelled......could he possibly be thinking that it smelled good? That is smelled, dare he think, hot? Slowly moving his butt around in his briefs spread the shit even more and made his cock throb even harder. Slipping his hands to his waist, Zac unsnapped his jeans and pushed his hand inside.
He could feel the heat radiating off his junk, but also from the huge amount of shit that was filling his briefs. Slipping his hand further in, Zac felt a wetness lightly brush the tips of his fingers as he massaged his smelly, shit covered and very full balls. Pulling his hand from his pants, Zac could see the tips smeared with his brown waste. Plunging his hand back in to his briefs, he raised his butt off the car seat and used his other hand to push his jeans down his leg. As he sat back down, he once again felt the squish of his crap spread out, which the log was pushed further up the crack of his tight, young ass. Zac brazenly stroked his cock, using dirty brown shit as lube. Never again would he be able to jerk off any other way. He now knew the pleasure of a warm messy shit wank. Using his other hand, Zac held his dick to one side, sliding his fingers down toward the main pile in the seat of his once white briefs. He knew what he wanted, he wanted to finger his dirty hole. He'd learned years ago of the pleasure of a little prostate massage while getting a blow job, and had incorporated it in to his jack off routine. It only made sense that he do it now while his ass was all lubed and open from the huge dump he'd just taken in his briefs.
The smell inside Zac's car was one of hot male and shit. The sun outside was slowly roasting the cars on the highway, and Zac was glad for the tinted windows that stopped anyone outside from seeing what he was doing within. He had no idea how he would explain away paparazzi pictures of him wanking off in his car while his briefs were full of his young man turd. As his fingers reached his tight hole, Zac shuddered with forbidden lust. His hole was slightly distended and sticky to the touch from the pile of shit that had slid out of it. Popping the tip of his finger in to the hole, Zac slowly inserted it up to the first knuckle, and then on to the second. The feeling was amazing. Zac could feel his finger sliding in to warm turd as his ass was still quite full. Slowly pulling his finger backwards, Zac pushed another finger up next to the first and pushed forward. As distended as his hole was from his dump, two fingers caused him to grunt with slight discomfort as his tight hole was forced to stretch out to accommodate them. The shit provided ample lube though, and so they slid right in.
While this was going on, Zac was using his other hand to slowly jerk his dick. Pulling his hand away from his throbbing member, Zac lifted his t-shirt up and over his head, so that it wasn't off, but his chest was bare. His washboard abs were glistening with sweat and Zac could smell his male scent radiating from the heat in his arm pits. Zac tweaked his right nipple and left a smear of shit on it.
Deciding he really liked the way that looked, he tweaked the other and smeared that one with shit too. He then slid his hand down his sweaty body, tracing the shape of his abs and leaving faint brown streaks as his hand made its way back to his cock.
He was so horny, and that's when the idea came to him. His fingers felt great in his shitty ass, but what if he had something bigger up there? The gear stick of his car was right there, and it even looked the right shape. Zac had never thought of himself as gay or even bi, but he couldn't deny that having stuff shoved up his butt got him off. Raising himself up again, Zac shucked both his jeans and now his briefs further down his legs. Stabilising himself using the little handles just above the doors of his car, Zac lifted his shitty ass sideways, so that his tight little hole was hovering over the head of the gear stick. He then plunged down and took the whole stick in one go. It really fucking hurt. Zac very nearly pulled away and gave up on the idea, but as he shifted the gear stick hit his prostate and made him groan in more pleasure than he had ever felt before. Leaning forward, Zac put on hand on the dash to keep himself steady and started to raise up and fall down, essentially fucking himself on the gear stick of his car with shit as lube.
Zac Efron, Hollywood mega star and teen heart throb was a dirty, dirty boy with a dirty, dirty cunt.
His other hand returned to his cock and he wanked alongside his self fucking. Push up on his gear stick, stroke back on his dick. Sit down on the gear stick, stroke forward on his dick. A perfect rhythm at the best of times, but factor in how Zac's cock was streaked with shit and his full balls were flopping about and equally coated in his own brown mess, and the situation was quickly becoming the hottest one Zac had ever been in. Looking down at his shit smeared body, Zac wanted more.
Taking his away from his cock, he reached down to his messy briefs and dipped two fingers in to the mess, picking up a nice collection of stinky turd, which he then proceeded to smear all over his sweaty and muscular abs, before smearing up and over his pecs. He was literally painting himself in shit and he had never felt hotter. His hot body was the thing of a scat fetishists dream. He was one of the hottest people in the world and his lithe young body was coated in smelly brown waste.
The ide popped in to his head and once it was there, Zac knew he would do it. Raising his finger to his face, zac inhaled the scent of his crap and loved it. Moving the finger forward, Zac teased his lips with it, slowly coating his full and pouty lips with a brown streak. Darting his tongue out, Zac tasted the bitter waste and was, at once, hooked. His finger plunged in to his mouth and he closed his lips over it, suckling on it like a baby sucks a pacifier. He could get enough of the taste of his turd and his throbbing cock stood as testament to that fact. Removing his finger from his mouth, Zac went back for more. It was then that he felt the huge log that had first given him trouble. It was a huge log that looked like a juicy big sausage and gave Zac yet another crazy idea. Picking the log up, Zac brought it to his face, brought it to his mouth. Extending his tongue, Zac licked the end and tasted his own massive turd straight from the log. Extending himself up he thrust down on to the gear stick so that it speared his ass as the exact same moment that he stuck the log in to his mouth.
His hand flew to his cock and it throbbed under his grip. Pushing it down, he stuck it fully in to his briefs, so that the end was totally covered in his rapidly cooling shit. Pulling it back out he wanked himself off hard, smearing even more shit all over his dick. In his mouth, the turd log was wrestling with his tongue, slowly breaking apart and coating his mouth. As it dropped, Zac took a bite. The log fell down to his dick, where it rested by his jacking hand. He slowly chewed the bite in his mouth, feeling the rich texture and the tasting the bitter dark mess. As it dribbled from his mouth and coated his chin in brown spittle, Zac felt his balls pulling up. He was fixing to cum, and cum hard.
His hand flew up and down his cock, mashing shit everywhere while his prostate took a battering from the gear stick embedded deep in hole. As his cock shot the first spurt of a huge load, he swallowed the mashed shit in his mouth, completing his transformation from Hollywood hunk to depraved shit slave. Spurt after spurt shot from his cock, covering his dash and the window beyond.
As he crashed back to Earth from the orgasmic high, he heard horns being blown and looked out through the window to see that traffic was moving again. Sliding off his gear stick, Zac sat back in the driver's seat and quickly pulled away, wondering where the hell he was going to go. It was then that he heard his cell ringing. Looking at the caller ID, he saw it was Taylor Lautner calling, the friend whose house he was on the way to. Forgetting about the shit streaked around his mouth, Zac clicked answer, and Taylor's face popped up on the screen.
"Hey dude, you just video called me and it was a very interesting call to say the least." Taylor voice was fringed with humour, but also something else. Zac was at once confused, then quickly horrified as he realised what he must have done.
"Listen man, I can explain, it was uh......" Zac stammered out. Taylor cut him off.
"Don't worry about that now, just get over here and you can tell me your story then." Taylor ended the call and Zac was left in his car, covered in shit, stinky and smeared with his clothes half off, his chest and pubis streaked brown and his not so white briefs still holding a considerable amount of shit. As his stomach rumbled, reminding Zac that he was still quite full, he reached over the messed up gear stick, stuck the car in to gear, and headed towards Taylor's house, wondering what the fuck he was going to say when he got there.
Over at Taylor's house, Taylor himself was reviewing the video call he'd saved when he'd realised what Zac was doing. His method of review was to slowly jack his growing cock, a cock that had already spunked up in to his briefs once while watching live.
"Oh Zac, the things I have in store for you" he said aloud, as his cute face smiling with lust and perversion.
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