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Andy's Arse
Chapter Three
I wanted to be Andy's toilet. Ever since I'd met him I'd fantasised about him shitting on me, and now that he would actually let me watch him shit the fantasies grew more and more intense. I've always wanted to be a hot guy's toilet; have him squat across me or sit in a rimseat and take a shit on my body. Something about the sheer degradation and nastiness of it appeals to me, but also the sense of honour and privilege in getting to do this for him. It appeals to me on a deep, primeval level, and the very thought of it gets my heart pounding and my cock stiffening. The thought of being under Andy when he was having a shit drove me wild. In the milder fantasies he knelt over me and laid a thick cable on my chest as he wanked me off; in the darker, nastier moments I dreamed of lying underneath him as he sat down and did his huge, smelly hangover shit all over my face.
I didn't think Andy would do it, though. He was turned on by guys shitting and he accepted that I got off on him doing it too, but he'd once said that his fantasies went no further than watching. He hadn't actually said that he wouldn't do anything more than that, but I got the impression he'd take a lot of persuading. Still, I could only try; and I did, the next time I saw him. He was passing between jobs again, but he didn't have very long so he'd just sat on the toilet. I stood next to him, naked and wanking, and watched as the long, lumpy columns extended down from his bottom and splashed into the water. His smell rose up from him and hung around us like cloying, thick fog. He looked around, pursed his lips and closed his eyes, and grunted softly as he farted and plopped once more.
'Mmm, Andy, that smells so nice! Can I see it?'
He half-stood and shuffled forward a bit to show me what he'd done. His logs were thick and cracked, and on top of them he'd done a pile of smoother shit that was heaped up out of the water. I wanked harder, and he sat himself back down again.
'Like it...?' he breathed.
'Mm, yes, your shit's beautiful! God, I'd love to be your toilet...'
'What, you mean...?' He looked round sharply. 'You want me to shit on you?'
'Um ... well, yes, I do.'
'Oh.' He looked pained. 'But ... oh that's nasty, man.'
'So's watching you ... and you watching me! It's ... I dunno how to say it, really, but it's something I've always wanted to do.'
'What, so you lie there and let me shit on your tummy or somewhere?'
'Yeah. Something like that. Just squat over me, and take a shit. Would you...?'
He thought for a moment, tensed up a little and made his cute, straining face. His bottom heaved and another couple of small turds dropped lightly onto his pile. Then he grinned.
'Yeah, if you want. I'll shit on you. Now, you gonna wipe my arse for me...?'
The next time I had a day working from home I texted him in the morning, in case he was nearby. Normally he was very quick about replying to messages but on that day he didn't respond, and as I worked in the early afternoon I thought about him and wondered why he hadn't. Somewhere at the back of my mind lurked the fear that I'd scared him off and I wouldn't see him again, even though he hadn't shown any sign of that. That would be a real shame, because scat with him was such an amazing turn-on, and his big manly shits were beautiful. Distracted, I leaned back at my desk and replayed in my mind's eye all the times I'd watched him, getting hard as I reflected on how awesomely sexy he looked as he squatted over his brown pile, and how deliciously nasty his smell was. I pawed at my cock through my jeans as the vision changed and I was lying on the floor underneath him, whimpering and gagging as he took his shit on my face. Then my phone rang and jolted me back to reality. My stomach dropped into my boots as I saw who it was. As I answered the phone I could hear the sounds of him driving.
'Hi man,' he said softly. 'How you doing?'
'I'm good thanks. How about you?'
'Yeah, good too. Look ... I'm just on my way to my last job. Don't think it's gonna take long, and it's only a couple of miles from your place. You in?'
'Yes, I'm in. Do you wanna come over? Need a shit...?'
'Yeah I do. I kind of needed one earlier, but then it faded. Dunno why, cos I've eaten loads and I ain't been since yesterday. It's coming on again now, though. Ooh, I'm gonna fart...'
He grunted, and I heard the faint sound of a fart over the hum of his engine.
'Phew, that stinks,' he chuckled down the phone. 'I reckon I can hold it til after this job, but then I'm gonna need the toilet big time. You gonna get me to shit on you...?'
'If you're up for it.'
'Yeah, I am. Been thinking about it. Such a horny thought, you getting off on being my toilet. I wanna see you spaff all over yourself as I have a shit. 'Ave you got a chair or something I can sit on, so I don't have to squat?'
'Er, yeah, I think so,' I said, thinking quickly about things he might use.
'Good. I'll only be an hour, maybe an hour and a half. Get it ready, and I'll text you when I'm finished.'
I tried to go back to work after that, but it was futile. My mind was racing and my dick was hard, and I couldn't focus on anything apart from what was going to happen; what he was going to do to me. The very thought of it made my head spin and my dick pulsate. I gave up working and went and got an old chair from upstairs, one with strong metal legs with no bars between so I could lie underneath it, and he could sit backwards with his arse hanging over me. I set it up on an old towel for me to lie on, with another one rolled up to serve as a pillow, and a toilet roll on the floor next to it. Then I stood back and contemplated the impromptu toilet I'd made, and my dick grew hard again at the prospect of him using it. I sat down in the living room and waited impatiently, trying not to wank every time I thought of him. Twenty minutes later my phone bleeped.
I marvelled at how handsome he was when he turned up a few minutes later. I couldn't take my eyes off his sturdy, lithe body as he climbed out of his van and turned to me, or the sheer sexiness of the little smile playing across as his face as he came in.
'I proper need a shit,' he grinned as I shut the door behind him.
'Desperate?'
'Nah, not yet. It's one of those shits I can control, but I do need to go. Feels really big!'
We sat in the living room and smoked and talked for a bit, and as the tension mounted my dick pressed hard against the back of my jeans. He'd last sat on the toilet the morning before, he said, looking at me under his brows. He'd had to go at work, and while he was sitting on the toilet one of his workmates had come in and used the other cubicle.
'I knew who it was,' he chuckled. 'It was Lee, one of the apprentices. He's well cute. Was so good listening to him having a dump. He sounded like he was really desperate and he did loads. I waited til he'd gone and went and had a look, and he'd made big skidmarks. Fucking stunk too!'
He broke off, grinning cutely, and his hand went to his crotch, where I could see he had the makings of a hard-on. He lit another cigarette and looked at me under his lowered eyebrows.
'So...' he said slowly. 'I really need the toilet. You got everything ready?'
'Yeah. I found an old chair you can sit on.'
'Good, and you can wank off while I take a shit. It's gonna be big. Smelly too...'
'Mm, I can't wait!'
'Yeah!' He took a drag on his cigarette, and stroked his cock as he exhaled. 'I really wanna do this now; use you as my toilet, like. Just the thought of it's making me really horny. Wanna shit on you!'
'Yeah ... nice and slow, so I can enjoy it....'
'So you really feel my shit ... and smell it!' He reached out and crushed the end of his cigarette out in the ashtray. 'So ... shall we? I wanna go to the toilet!'
I led him through into the other room where the chair was set up. He looked at it coolly and grinned again, and then he began to strip. As I too took my clothes off I couldn't take my eyes off his taut, muscular body, and when he pulled his briefs down his big cock stuck straight out in front of him like a flagpole. He stroked it slowly as he turned round to me, all horny and masculine and dominant.
'In you go,' he said. 'And get ready. I been dying for this shit for two hours!'
I realised I was shaking with excitement as I lay down on the floor and shuffled in under the chair. My heart was racing and my mouth was dry, and I'd never been so excited in my life. I started to whimper involuntarily as he stepped forward and straddled me, and then lowered himself into position. His arse came nearer and nearer, and I fixated on the smoothness of his cheeks, and then his crack as it opened wide to show off his hairy, wrinkled hole. It hung right above my nose. For a moment I almost came as I contemplated the prospect of him shitting on my face. But no: that was too much for this first time. Grunting at him to wait I wriggled backward a bit, reached around and shoved the rolled towel back under my head, and then lay and looked up the wonderful curves of his spine and his toned thighs, and his arse hanging a foot or so above my chest. Silence descended as he sat there, and I watched, and waited, and whimpered with desire.
He grunted softly, and my swollen dick throbbed. He grunted again. This time his hole twitched and puckered out a little, and he let out a sharp little fart, and then another, before his hole pinched up again. His smell began to thicken the air above me, all heavy and sultry and ripe, fresh from the big shit that was slowly sliding down his chute. The moment seemed to last forever. Presently he farted again, and as his hole opened up a little wider than before I could see a dark brown mass starting to push through the pink ring. It receded as he closed up. Still I waited, edging and dribbling hot stick pre-cum onto my tummy. Then he drew breath.
'Uh,' he grunted. 'Uh ... oh yeah...'
His tight little hole flared out a little, and the turd behind it nosed through his sphincter, paused, then started to push it open wider. The slimy crackle and his satisfied little grunts rang in my ears. He paused one more time with a solid round lump protruding from his flaring pink hole, then as he strained it came out. It was thick and lumpy and solid, a big log that slid out slowly, a little further with each grunt and push until four or five hefty inches hung out of him. It hovered above my chest for what seemed like ages as the smell thickened and battered at my brain. Then his hole pinched up sharply, and it dropped. The sensation as it landed was like a blow. It flopped down with its broken end on my right nipple and lay there, hot and heavy. It felt unbelievable, and this was only the start of it!
Above me his hole puckered in and out slightly. There were tiny brown smears round it. Then it flared out wider as he grunted again, and he pushed out another thick brown end. It was lumpy and cracked again and he still had to strain it out, slowly at first, but then his arse began to make that soft, slimy crackle, he grunted again, and his log started to slide from him. Behind the first hard inch or so it was smoother; cracked and glistening; a beautiful, rich dark brown, with a few little light flecks in it from something he'd eaten. A little hard lump pressed into his turd rippled his hole as it passed through, and then the tail he was growing began to bend forwards and to the left, and a deep crack started to open up across the back. Whimpering again I watched his turd pull apart, until suddenly it snapped off and landed with a thump that made me yelp out loud. I fought desperately to stop myself coming, head rushing madly as his turd started to move again.
The smell enveloped me. It was ripe and coarse and absolutely filthy, like the crackle of his arsehole as he pushed out another thick, curved log. I watched in awe as it curled out, pulled apart and dropped, and I nearly came again. He was shitting on me! Gorgeous Andy was having a big dirty shit right on my chest, and it felt amazing. His turds were heavy and hot and slimy, and the smell was gassing me and making my dick throb until it hurt. He was big and dominant above me, deliciously masculine as he strained a little, and let out a soft grunt or two. His dick twitched a couple of times, as if he was trying to piss, but he was way too hard for that. The wait seemed to go on forever and I lay there, strangely blissed out despite my rushing head and thumping heart, submitting to him totally. I was this stunning young man's toilet, and loving every second of it! Then the excitement peaked again as he sighed, grunted, flared his sticky hole out and another smooth brown column extended down from him. A big lump broke away from it, curled to the side and dropped onto his pile, and then another as it began to grow slimmer. He was still pushing out long, worm-like turds as he reached down, and I felt his fingers on my aching shaft. His hole pinched up again, all sticky and brown, and he began to wank me off.
'Ooh!' I squealed. 'Oh no, don't! Andy, no! Stop ... I'll cum!'
'Good,' he said, his voice all breathy and excited. 'Feels good, shitting on you like this. Wanna make you cum! Wanna see you spaff all over yourself while I'm still having a shit . Uh ... oh, another one's coming!'
I came as he finished. Degraded and honoured and disgusted by what he was doing to me I began to squeal and writhe as he wanked me, and then as he curled out a last few ripe little turds I screamed out loud and spunked all over myself. I was still lying there, shaking and whimpering, when he got up suddenly and spun round, wanking hard. Blissed out, I lay there as his breathing grew heavy and he started to yelp and screw his face up, and then he came hard and shot his spunk all over my face and chest, and his heavy, reeking pile.
A bit later, when we'd cleaned up, we sat and talked for a bit. It was strange, he mused, how when he'd first got into all of this it was other guys' shit that turned him on, and he couldn't imagine wanting to involve his own in it. Having a shit was something private and dirty, and that made it exciting when other guys did it but embarrassing for him. And yet, once he'd crossed the line and done it in front of me all of that had changed.
'It's ... how horny you get, I reckon,' he said. 'How much you like it. Makes it feel good for me too, if you get it? Like, I loved how excited you got just now, when I was shitting on you...'
'Oh yeah! It was amazing. Felt so good being your toilet like that.'
'Heh, yeah. You were so fucking hard!' He winked at me. 'Want me to do it again, then?'
'What do you think?!
'Cool. Yeah, you can be my toilet again. Next time ... I'll text you when I need to go!'
My heart used to skip a beat when his texts arrived, usually in the early afternoon when he was in the area.
• Hey. I need 2 go 2 the toilet ;-)
Twenty minutes later I'd be lying naked under the chair with my dick throbbing, watching him in awe as he took his pants off. Then he came and sat himself slowly down so I was staring right up at his hairy thighs and sturdy, pale arse, and his musky crack, all big and masculine and dominant as he sat down to take a dump. As he grunted and his hole twitched and puckered slowly open I started to edge and whimper, even harder as the pointed tip of his turd nosed slowly out. He pinched his hole shut a little to stop it and sat over me for a few seconds that seemed like a lifetime, with a thick, cone-like brown turtle's head sticking out, making me wait for his shit and grunting with the effort of holding it in. Then he relaxed and let himself grow a thick brown tail, his flaring hole making that lovely slimy hiss and crackle as it came out, lumpy and solid and cracked as it hung down from him. The smell hit me and I sniffed and whimpered again, and then his log started to pull apart, and I yelped out loud as it dropped and hit me like a punch to the chest. Above me he grunted and pushed out another one, and I groaned as it grew down from him, tapered off and dropped heavily, and his satisfied hole closed stickily up behind it. I could feel his turds individually, the second one smoother than his first lumpy log, and all of it hot and heavy and wonderfully foul. I loved this moment, when he was in mid-shit; lying there degraded and helpless, watching his dirty hole flaring in and out and listening to his breathing, waiting in an agony of expectation for him to give me more. When he did I began to edge and whimper and my dick hurt. It was dense and smooth, and it squelched loudly as it oozed from his puckered brown hole along with his little gassy farts. Lump after lump broke away and dropped onto me, and his turds piled up into a heavy, hot heap, gassing me with his ripe, masculine smell. He didn't wank me off while he was shitting any more. Instead he finished his dump slowly, lifted himself up a bit and wiped his bottom. He dropped the used paper on top of his shit, then turned around and wanked off all over what he'd done to me.
One time he came around and did it while his mate was waiting in the van outside. He'd warned me he might have someone working with him for the next few jobs in the area and that he probably wouldn't get round during the week for a while, but then he rang me just after lunch one day.
'I can be at yours in about half an hour, if you're in?' he said quietly. 'We're nearly done on this job and we're gonna be heading back soon so we'll be passing yours, and I'm really starting to need a shit. I ain't been for nearly two days!'
'Mm, nice. But what about the guy you're working with? Isn't he with you?'
'Yeah, he's with me. He's just gone for a fag. I'm just gonna tell him you're a mate of mine and I sometimes stop and use your toilet when I'm working over here. I'll tell him I don't like using customers' toilets. It's true ... kind of! It'd feel so fucking naughty doing it while he's waiting.'
Mm, yes! Okay, let's do it. Half an hour, then?'
'Yeah, something like that. Anyway, think he's coming back. Be as quick as I can!'
He turned up forty minutes later, all furtive and excited, and did it on me in the bath. I got in and lay down, and felt more like his toilet than ever as I watched him stand by the bath, facing away from me at an angle that showed off the gorgeous curves of his cheeks. He undid his belt and let his trousers fall round his ankles, then pulled down his boxer shorts and lowered himself down. As he did he shuffled backwards a little, so that he was sitting on the side with his arse hanging over my chest, leaning well forward to balance himself. His hairy crack was opened wide, and his wrinkled pink hole pushed out a little. He farted sharply, and then again, longer and lower. The harsh, ripe smell hit my nostrils at once.
'Uh,' he grunted. 'Oh I need a shit so bad.'
'Oh...' I moaned in reply. 'Take a shit now Andy. Make me your toilet. I wanna be your toilet!'
'Yeah! Uh ... ooh, here it comes...'
His hole pushed out again, and slowly flared open as the tip of his turd nosed its way through. It was hard and lumpy, and it came slowly as he grunted and strained, until he had a thick plug jutting from him. He pushed again, and a lump broke away from it suddenly and dropped onto my chest like a warm pebble. He grunted and pushed again, his turd came out further, and another couple of hard little brown marbles dropped onto my chest. He was a bit constipated, and I lay and looked up at the broken brown end jutting out his dilated pink hole, and tensed up to stop myself edging as I contemplated what was still to come. He began grunted again, and slowly pushed out a log that came out in fits and starts, pausing and then coming again as he strained. It was thick and lumpy, dull in colour. It hung from him for a good few seconds, pointing menacingly down at me, and then slowly pulled away, swung to the right and dropped. The blow as it landed was as intense as if he'd hit me, and I moaned out loud.
'Okay?'
'Yes! Oh fucking hell Andy, gimme your shit ... your big smelly shit ... make me your toilet!'
I lay staring up at his flaring hole, still with a ragged broken end sticking out of it. He grunted and pushed it out a bit further, then gave a little gasp of relief. His shit grew suddenly smoother and slightly lighter, and now it slid easily out of him. A long, cracked column extended down from his bottom, crackling slimily and glistening in the light. The smell blasted up my nose and made my head spin. Then his turd snapped off cleanly an inch or so below him and flopped down onto my chest. At once he grew another thick brown tail, and then another, grunting with relief. His dense, glistening turds piled up on my chest, hot and slimy, crushing me with their weight and gassing me with his stink, making me edge and squirm. I was his toilet, lying there helpless as he took a big dirty shit on me, and it felt wonderful! Above me he grunted, and the slim tapered end of his turd curled lazily from him and fell onto the pile. He grunted with satisfaction, lifted himself a little and held his dick down into the bath. He was far too hard to piss, though, and he just flared his hole in and out, all sticky and brown.
'Uh ... uh.' He strained again. 'Still feel like I need a shit.'
He sat for a long time, and I whimpered and waited underneath him. His thick turds lay heavily on my chest, curled over and along one another with their jagged broken ends pointing straight at my face. Then he began to grunt again, and I edged as his hole flared and he farted on me, and then curled out a long brown rope. It was smooth and soft and gassy, and it snapped off again and again, and on top of his logs he did a big load of hot, gooey shit that settled slowly as his arsehole flared and let out little hissing farts, and added more and more to the pile. As it began to tail off he reached for the toilet roll, tore off a good few sheets and scrunched them up. Eventually his shit ended, and he pushed out a last little nugget or two.
'Uh ... I'm done. Phew, that fucking stinks!'
His hand came round behind him clutching a ball of paper in his fingers, and I edged again as I watched him wipe his bottom. Being shat on was degrading enough, but having to lie still as he wiped and dropped his dirty paper on me felt even better. His hole was very dirty and he used a lot of paper before he reached around and gave it one last rub. Then he stood up sharply and spun round.
'Fucking hell!' he grinned. 'Big one! Go on ... spunk all over yourself. Quick, before I gotta go.'
I was edging madly already, and as my fingers closed around my dick I could feel myself starting to cum properly. Meanwhile, he began to wank hard above me. Then his face suddenly contorted, and he bent down and shot a big load of spunk all over his shit and used toilet paper, and seconds later I did the same.
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