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Exploring Raffe's Perversions
Part Four
You know what,' Raffe said thoughtfully, just before he reached out for the toilet roll in front of him, tore off half a dozen sheets and folded them twice into one of the neat pads he used to wipe his bottom. I actually really like you watching me having a poo. It just feels sexy and ... sort of intimate, if you know what I mean?'
I knew exactly what he meant and it was the same for me too, which was probably why we'd quite quickly got into a routine of doing it once or twice a week. He liked watching me as well, though I generally had to go too early to be able to wait for him when he came at his usual nine or ten o'clock. Mostly it was on Tuesdays, when I could arrange to work from home and he had no classes until nearly lunchtime, and he made the detour through my part of town as he biked into uni. Sometimes he did it for me squatting, and I knelt behind him and wanked as he pushed out chunky brown columns and glistening curls, marvelling at the obscene beauty of the reeking sculptures that he made with his curvaceous, fuckable arse. Then when he was done we'd kneel and wank and cum together all over his pile.
Most often, though, I just watched him on the toilet. I loved the masculine way he sat, his vulnerability in what should be his most private moment, and the way he made that cute brooding face when he pushed and made his turds squelch and crackle from between his heaving cheeks and plop loudly into the water below. His dumps were always big, but whereas on most days he'd do a few solid logs, on others he'd be gassy and his shit would be smoother and softer. The plop-plops and little farts would go on for ages, and that was when he'd really stink out the room. He always smelled though. It wasn't actually that strong when his shit was solid, but it was always thick and pungent, deliciously dirty, and I'd sniff deeply at it and wank happily as he dropped his load. Afterwards I wiped his bottom for him, of course, and that felt even more intimate than watching the poo itself. Usually before I did that we'd sit and chat for a bit, though, and talk about things we'd do some day, when we had the opportunity on a weekend and we were in the mood to play very dirty!
It was half past seven on Sunday morning. Raffe was bleary-eyed and we were both still waking up, having only got up half an hour earlier and made some tea. Last night's big vegetarian chilli and all the beer and wine we'd drunk had made us windy, and before we'd got up we'd wanked and teased one another and farted in each other's faces. His dick got very hard as I knelt across him and let rip straight up his nose. Now, as I led him over to where I'd spread a plastic sheet and put a bucket and toilet roll to hand, he got very turned on all over again. He had that wide-eyed, thrilled look I'd seen before, and his erection was standing up like a telegraph pole.
He got down on the floor and lay on his back, spread-eagled on the plastic sheet with his arms above his head, wrists cuffed together so he couldn't wank. I could hear him breathing hard below me as I stepped forward and straddled him, looking towards his feet, and then when I squatted down over him he began to whimper. Something like the feeling of power I got when I beat him came to me then. It wasn't the same, though. Bending for my cane and taking it like a man, like boys always used to, felt honourable and right for him, but to be my toilet satisfied a far baser and more degrading need. I could feel his utter submission to me, his horror and disgust at what I was about to do to him, and yet with it the overpowering desire that was making him shake all over and his cock jerk about and dribble pearls of cum on his belly.
`I need a big shit,' I said quietly.
He just whimpered again. I squatted a little lower, so that my arse hung inches above his chest, my hairy crack wide open and my arsehole clenched up tight. I needed a shit urgently. Earlier I had thought I might be able to control it a bit longer and we could wait to do the deed until we'd both woken up properly, but no. I hadn't been for 24 hours and my body couldn't hold off, and now a hefty dump was stretching my chute and pressing hard against my ringpiece, and dimly I heard myself fart onto him. He moaned again and his dick twitched and dribbled. Meanwhile I clenched up to hold it, and my veins coursed with that tremendous feeling of dominance.
`Want it? Tell me you want it...' I said quietly.
Yes,' he sighed underneath me. I really want it, I wanna be your toilet.'
`Sure? It's gonna be a big smelly one!'
`Yes! I need it. Shit on me Jamie, give me your shit.'
Hearing him use the harder word for it just made the moment more intense. My turds pushed harder to be released and I let out a little rasping fart, and at that he stopped whimpering and seemed to settle. My own smell started to tickle my nostrils.
`Go to the toilet Jamie,' he whispered.
My chute relaxed then and my load started to move. It was slow at first, my turd heavy and satisfying. I could feel my arsehole opening and the tip nosing out, and below me he started to pant excitedly. Then I passed the point of no return, and my shit speeded up and crackled noisily out of me.
Oh!' he gasped as the first lump landed between his nipples. Ooh .... oh god that stinks!'
I unloaded a massive dump onto his chest. Two fat logs thudded down and the smell rolled over him, gassing him and completing his subjugation, and then as I started curling out a big load of lumps and curls and mushy shit his panting became frantic and his dick jerked violently. I felt him tense up underneath me, and then all of a sudden he squealed and came hands-free, and even while I was still shitting I watched him spunk all over his tummy.
As soon as I was done I got off him. Once he'd cum he liked to get cleaned up quickly, so I grabbed a pair of disposable plastic gloves and scooped the pile off him and into a bag, and then wiped his chest down with toilet paper so he could go and get in the shower without dropping shit on the floor. Whilst he was disinfecting himself I cleared the mess up in the living room, and then when everything was bagged up and ready for the bin outside I went and joined him.
That was awesome!' he said as I towelled him down afterwards. What a feeling, actually being pooed on! I wanna be your toilet again!'
Then you can,' I smiled. And maybe you won't cum quite so quickly next time!'
`And maybe your poo won't smell so bad!' he shot back with a sweetly cheeky grin.
Once we'd dressed again I made us another coffee and some toast, and we sat down together and talked about what was to come next. We'd half-intended that he'd he'd get another caning that morning when he was desperate for the toilet himself, but somehow that didn't seem right now. We felt too close and intimate for any more domination games, as though some unique connection between us had been forged as I squatted over him. Instead of being something to humiliate and dominate him with, his shit today would be something to enjoy together. At first we both felt sated from what had just happened and it seemed he'd do it with me watching, maybe doggy-style, so I could get my nose into his arse and sniff at his log as it slid out of his arse. Or perhaps he'd just do it on the toilet and save any cleaning up, maybe with me standing over him and watching it go.
Then he farted and the horniness came back at once. I recognised the smell at once, the thick but gentle aroma of one of his solid dumps. His logs would be works of art, I realised; far too good to see dropped into the toilet. If he did it on the floor I could really admire his shit, get my nose in and sniff at it, and study his densely piled shit from right up close. All of a sudden I craved his shit and I thought of reversing the roles from earlier and asking him to make me his toilet. When he said he was going to fart again I got him to come and stand in front of me, let me bury my face in the seat of his jeans, and then inhale his hot reeking gas with my cock stiffening in my pants. Then he sat down right next to me, one hand on my leg.
`I'm starting to need a poo,' he said, looking at me intently under his eyebrows.
I know, I can smell it!' I grinned back. Mmm, you smell nice today!'
He smiled and pressed his hand more firmly on my thigh. I could see he had a semi too from the bulge in the crotch of his jeans. For a moment we looked closely at one another, but then a little shadow flitted across his face and he stiffened and farted a third time. When the smell rose between his legs it was stronger and more pungent than before, That shadow crossed his face again, the look of a young man whose bowels are filling and starting to send him signals that he should think about going to the toilet. He met my gaze again, his eyes dancing, both knowing full well what the other was thinking. All of a sudden I couldn't stop myself saying it.
`Shit on me. Give me your shit like I gave you mine earlier.'
`Oh! You really want me to....'
Yes!' I said. Then, heart pounding and blood rushing in my ears I heard myself say what I really wanted to. And ... I wanna take it in the face, Raffe. Will you go for a shit on my face?'
He looked startled, but then he smiled and nodded.
`Yes if you want. It's gonna be a big one I think! Unf, it feels really nice. Big thick poo up my bum...'
I sat with him as the pressure in his rectum mounted, wanking him through his pants, and then when he started farting again I lay back and he sat on my face. I pulled his jeans down them, fumbling them round his thighs and then burying my face in his naked arse. His crack was musky and his hole smelled sharp, and when he puckered it and did a little squeaky fart right up my nose I nearly came in my pants. I lay there under him for a long time, preppy, sweet Raffe whose poo chute was full and uncomfortable, and in my heart I submitted to him as completely as he had to me earlier.
Gimme your shit now,' I mumbled from between his plump cheeks. Take me to the bathroom and do a poo on my face!'
Before I knew it we were getting up off the sofa. He went to pull his jeans back up, but then tore them down instead and we stripped naked there and then. Now it was his turn to lead me, through to the bathroom with my eyes taking in his smooth curvy back and hairy legs, and his arse, with which he was about to satisfy the most intense desire I'd ever had.
There was nothing ready in the bathroom; no bag to do it on and contain the mess. In that moment I couldn't have cared less, though. I got straight down on the lino floor and stared up at him in awe, and then my heart began to race as he stepped forward and stood across me. For a moment I lay looking up at his arse, before he squatted and lowered himself down over my face, broad cheeks parting to display his hairless crack and wrinkled bumhole. It puckered towards me like a kiss and released a little squeaky fart.
Are you sure?' he breathed. I've really gotta poo, can't stop it!'
`Yes! Oh, yes, gimme your shit Raffe, shit on me ... oh!'
His bottom relaxed above me and his hole puckered slowly. Momentarily it squeezed around the pointed end that poked through, but then relaxed and widened. The brown point jutted further and broadened into a thick lump, and then stopped again. I clamped my mouth tight shut but I couldn't bring myself to close my eyes. Instead I watched enthralled as he grunted and flared further, and a hefty log slid from him and grew down towards me, crackling and glistening, its lumpy end swaying. The smell blasted up my nose. Then suddenly it broke, and the blow was as intense as if he'd punched me. It dropped back over my cheek and rolled off onto the floor with a thud. It made me reel, but above me he was still squelching, another column extending from his arse, and before I'd recovered from the first blow he smashed me down again with another fat lump that fell over my nose and rolled off, then a smaller sticky one that stuck right next to it and gassed me with his stink.
`Uh,' he grunted.
It was utterly revolting, and it was the most intense buzz I'd ever had. Everything was a blur and I was shaking all over, dick jerking uncontrollably as though I could cum any second. Raffe was shitting on my face and I loved him for it! He kept me waiting for what seemed like an age before he grunted again, pushed and did a sausage-shaped turd that fell across my nose and lay there, hot and heavy and awesomely nasty. It was slimy on my skin and I could feel its lumps. Helpless and degraded, sick with anticipation, I waited for him to push again and bury me completely under his brown pile.
Sure enough he strained and flared and squelched, a glistening rope slipped out when his dirty ringpiece puckered, and then he started dropping slimy curls. They fell across my nose and mouth and the stink made me gag. Suddenly I couldn't breathe and I jerked my head to the side and shook it off, but he was merciless, his bottom still in full flow so that gooey, reeking shit dropped all over my cheeks and slid down my chin. Then finally it was over and his hole squelched shut, and I moaned with gratitude through my tightly closed lips. His fingers closed around my cock, which jerked in his hand and shot a little spurt onto my tummy.
Yeah!' he breathed. Cum all over yourself!'
He wanked me gently, and at once I began to cum. With his other hand he tugged clumsily at his own raging hard-on, dribbling his spunk onto my belly to mingle with mine and grunting sexily as he watched and heard me tip over the edge. I could only just force myself to keep my mouth tight shut as the orgasm burst through me and I spunked all over my chest, and then he shuffled quickly round and tugged himself off until he shot over my shitted face.
Afterwards I stumbled half-blind into the shower and he cleaned up the bathroom. It was typical of him, I thought with amusement as I watched him bag up the last of the shit and toilet paper and the cloths he'd used to clean the floor. I'd remarked on how helpful he was in that report I'd written all those months ago. Never had I thought it would extend to clearing up his turds from my bathroom floor after making our horniest fantasies come true. He came and joined me in the shower when he was done, cuddly and smiling now the buzz had worn off. It had been amazing, he said, and he couldn't wait for the next time.
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