ImXAdara - Pooping All Day With My New Friend

Now that we were friends, it was like a secret we shared. My new pal, Ivan, and I had been close for only a few weeks, but he already knew about my little habit. Or, rather, fetish. It was something I'd never discussed with anyone else, but the second we'd crossed the line from friends to more-than-friends, I felt like I could bare it all to him. "I'm gonna take a shit," I whispered over to him, voice cracking slightly with nerves. "Want to come watch?" To my surprise, he nodded eagerly, and we tiptoed up to my bathroom together. We didn't speak a word as I paused to undo my jeans and lower my underweads just enough for my bare ass to hang out of them. My heart was pounding in my chest as I clumsily took a seat on the toilet. "Why are you so nervous?" Ivan asked, genuinely curious. "It's just part of who you are, right?" I nodded hesitantly, still not entirely convinced what he was seeing wouldn't repulse him. After all, I was about to drop a deuce in front of him. But before I could start, he leaned in for a kiss, his lips soft against mine. It was such a small gesture, but it was enough to make my worries melt away. Just as I was about to let go of everything and focus on my bowel movements, he pulled back, a gleam in his eye. "Wait," he said, suddenly excited. "Do you mind if I record this? I've never seen someone else take a shit before." To my surprise, the idea of him watching and maybe even recording this made me even more aroused. So I nodded again, more confidently this time, and he pulled out his phone, setting it up on the vanity. It took me a moment to get into the groove, but once I did, there was no stopping me. I pushed and I grunted, taking small shits one after another. I didn't care about being quiet or careful anymore; instead, I focused on pleasing both myself and my new friend. I could see the concentration on his face as he watched, oblivious to the mess I was making. Finally, after an eternity, I let out a huge sigh of relief as my last turd slid out of me. It was big and juicy, far bigger than any of the ones I'd taken earlier. As it plopped into the toilet, I looked up at Ivan, locking eyes with him. Our gazes were intense as we both took in the sight of my enormous load. "Want to see it?" I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper. He nodded eagerly, his eyes never leaving my ass. Slowly, I leaned forward, resting my hands on my thighs as I pushed my ass out. I watched as excitement bubbled up inside him as he saw my shit for the first time. "It's amazing," he breathed, staring at the turd in the toilet bowl. And then, without warning, he reached out and grabbed the phone, quickly filming himself smearing the creamy mess all over my ass. I moaned loudly, unable to believe the audacity of this beautiful man. "Have you ever tasted your own shit?" he asked teasingly as he leaned back in. Before I could respond, his tongue darted out, tasting the warm, salty flavor of my waste. It was unbelievable—I'd never imagined something so dirty could feel so good. I relaxed into him, letting him take control as he licked and kissed every inch of the shit from my ass. It seemed like hours passed before we finally pulled apart, our chests rising and falling rapidly as we caught our breath. For the first time, I felt truly understood—and it was incredible. "Well," Ivan finally said, his voice husky with desire. "I guess that's one way to spend an afternoon." And with that, he leaned in for another kiss, the taste of shit lingering heavily on his tongue.