Dorset's communal toilet experience
Heading to Dorset for a little getaway, was the perfect spot to avoid any familiar faces as he had something secretive planned. Besides the adventure of traveling to a new place, he had another reason for leaving home.
It was time to explore the twisted, exciting world he found online - the fetishists and kinksters. One specific area, however, sparked his interest more than the rest. This corner of immorality was all about scat, poop, and pee. Curious and thirsty for more, he prepared for his weekend of depravity. He made sure to follow online recommendations for a high fiber diet to create frequent, large bowel movements. Nothing was left out - he had a rubberized underlay, his own sheets, and cleaning supplies ready. Snatches of taboo adult content were his fascination, giving him enough motivation to take a long trip.
Scat porn, hidden in his computer, mostly consisted of three types: solo females, lesbians, and a rare side to this world he was curious about: men. Although gay scat left an odd feeling in his gut, he kept looking for more gay scat content. As he sat there, the anticipation filled his room and heightened his arousal. Beforehand, he had stripped down to a sexy pair of panties and wore them for over a week, seduced by his own masculine smell lingering on the fabric. The combination of the ocean's view and his sensual excitement made this the ideal scat experience.
Immersed in his forbidden indulgence, he rubbed his finger between his legs. The slimy, sweaty sensation beckoned him further. His mind drifted back to his search for scat, forced to battle with his own repressed taboo secrets. He brought his finger to his nose and drew in a deep breath, noticing the woodsy aroma surfacing from his body's depths. His cock responded with a subtle throb, pressing against the soft fabric. The tantalizing scent, a masculine mix of his body, dirty smells, and a thirsty desire for exploration, enveloped him entirely.
Before indulging further, he had to set up the bed to ensure no messes could ruin his fantasy. In his underwear, consisting solely of these sexy panties, he got caught up in the moment. His desire for increasing arousal sparked an idea: what if he added the scent of a man he found attractive to the game? He carefully arranged the room to make it more appealing, mingling the scents of his past wanks and urine with his finger's dirt scents.
In a chair, near the window, he revealed his now hard cock, bursting through the lacy panties. His breath hitched as he intended to enjoy the experience while edging to prolong the sensations. To tantalize himself, he slipped his fingers into his dank, moist ass. The lube from last time smeared his fingers easily. He teased his cock by running his fingers along the sensitive skin and grasping his manhood. His fingers slid in and out, tugging at the needs he couldn't deny.
Reaching behind him, he effortlessly penetrated himself, feeling the grip of his ass on his fingers. As his dick prepared for further abuse, he took his fingers from his tormented backside and observed the brownness on his fingers, the mark of his secretive desire. He wiped his fingers under his nose and into his mouth, swirls of his sensuous illness tasted and lingered within his mouth.
Overwhelmed by his cravings, as his cock hovered on the edge of ecstasy, he pulled away. Still, in this intense state of desperation, he considered his wildest taboo: scat sex with another man.
"One. Two. Okay!"
I slid my hand back into my grimy butt, while the other hand firmly grasped my erect cock. I imagined I was sharing my twisted fantasies with another man, possibly someone I met at the beach in Dorset. In my desire, I envisioned roughly fingering a guy's ass, this person being someone I met on the beach. I instruct him to push, while I vigorously finger his butt, making him push out soft feces. I didn't ease up. The more I imagined the powerful foul smell of his man feces, the gloppy mess my fingers were in, the more I was transported to another realm. I withdrew my fingers from his severely messed up ass and observed them before wiping them on his butt and my chest. Instructionlessly, I dived my face, tongue stretched out, into that wonderful, dirty, smelly mess between his filthy ass cheeks.
In the real world, I lost control and ejaculated all over my chest. I quickly pulled my fingers from my own ass, and smeared them in the puddle of cum on my chest, turning it into a light creamy brown. I didn't think twice about devouring it.
Second Part: Matt Enters
After my vividly described release, I was comfortable back in my room. I was perched on my balcony overlooking a line of cafes, wearing my now not-so-fresh lacy panties. I had a lightweight, partly closed white curtain concealing me from the patrons enjoying an evening drink down below, though I was aware it was billowing in the wind, so anyone who wished to look could potentially see. I was on my second whiskey and was savoring the scenery and was anticipating the fun I had planned for later. I had been in a constant state of arousal since my previous session, and my distended stomach and occasional farts were a reminder of this.
I had a semi-erection poking out of my panties, and mindlessly played with my slick shaft from my earlier orgasm. I looked ahead and realized the net curtain had blown to the side and was stuck on a planter box, meaning I was exposing myself to the street and anyone who might glance up at my lacy-clad ass and cock. I quickly reached across and pulled the curtain down, only to find a man looking straight into my eyes! He was a handsome, well-dressed man, around mid to late 50s. He could clearly see I was spying on him, especially since the curtains were quite light and probably transparent. He was definitely smiling at me, and waved. Could it be he appreciated what he saw, or was mocking me? Might this be the pinnacle of my weekend I had longed for? While I live a heterosexual life, I was drawn to a homosexual encounter, although I had come to this seaside resort for myself.
He was still looking at me, and was clearly trying to establish contact. Fuck it, I thought. I pointed to my drink and then at him, then to me. His smile broadened, he stood up, and I pointed to the buzzer on the door below me. The buzzer rang, and I pushed the open button.
Then it dawned on me! This guy might have wanted an ordinary gay sex encounter, but I was primed for an intense scat ordeal! My ass was coated with feces, my top lip smeared with feces, my panties soiled and smelled of old cum, piss, and feces. I heard him on the stairs, followed by a knock. Fuck, there's no time for anything but to quickly stick my hands under a tap and wash my top lip... Looking in the mirror, I observed a fecal stain on my stomach where my fingers had been after fingering my butt. I mumbled "coming" while hurriedly wiping my face with a damp cloth between my butt cheeks and stomach. This has to suffice.!
When I opened the door, a well-dressed guy named Matt from North London walked in. He wore a polo shirt and white shorts, while I stood there in just a T-shirt and black lacy panties. I joked that I would have put on nicer clothes if I knew I was going to have a visitor. Matt found my outfit amusing and moved closer to me. He touched my rear end, and I could feel his erection poking into my stomach.
Matt then commented on how I smelled, saying I was funky. I explained my situation, trying to find a laundromat but not having many changes of clothes yet. Matt didn't seem to mind the smell, as evidenced by the wet spot developing on his shorts where his cock was leaking. Next, he sniffed my panties and even stuck his face into my ass crack. He stood up and kissed me, which was a lovely first time experience. I noticed that he appreciated my funk since there was clearly a strong smell lingering on his facial hair. He confessed that he loved uncut cocks and proceeded to suck on mine.
Afterward, he noticed my bed, which had a rubberized underlay. I later acknowledged that he realized I was fond of funk, smells, and being unwashed, and that he was fine with all of it. We chatted about my future plans, including a fascination with scat, and we found out he shared this interest. However, he also mentioned that he was a virgin when it came to scat.
Matt asked if I had any plans for the evening and I made it known that I intended to experience my dirtiest fantasies with this man. He welcomed the idea, so we enjoyed a drink as I shared my fantasy, which he found intriguing. Matt, who was on a business trip, somehow had me take his cock into my hand. This was my first time in this scenario and I gingerly retracted his foreskin, noticing that he was very clean. I then wrapped my tongue around his penis head, attracting the salty sweet taste of his precum.
As the night continued, we discussed my scat fantasies in more detail. Matt, who seemed intrigued by the idea itself, asked if he could participate. I agreed enthusiastically. We shared some more drinks and Matt got even harder, so much so that it was unavoidable that he started stroking his uncut cock. My turn to taste Matt's cock came next. I took him into my mouth and enjoyed his scent, liking my response to fetishes. He didn't want to cum yet, so I took his prick out of my mouth.
Matt later talked more about my fetish with scat. He seemed genuinely interested but still considering if he wanted to follow through with this. I told him how I always enjoyed the scent of my feces, but I had never progressed beyond smelling a couple fingers while I jerked off in a bathroom. I shared that I'd driven all the way to Dorset to properly address my fetish. I also mentioned he must've found it interesting given his reaction to my confession. Probably feeling more adventurous, Matt asked if he could be part of my scat explorations. Perfect.
Part 3 will follow
Read also:
- Spotted Observing
- Secrets in the Shadows, Episode Thirteen
- Lisa's Milk Issue: Chapters 6-7
- Boot Him Out Part 3
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