Wish in One Hand, Shit in the Other

Summer camp was a mixed bag for many kids: on one hand it's a couple of weeks of fun and adventure in exciting locales, but on the other you're stuck in the middle of nowhere. You're also often lacking in some modern amenities, depending on exactly how far in the nowhere that middle happens to be. Camp Beowulf, located smack dab in the middle of a great big pine forest, had most luxuries sorted: automatic pumps supplied running water to all of the buildings, generators and solar panels kept electricity running all throughout. But there was one particular spot that the facility was slightly lacking in, namely plumbing. Being on the smaller side of summer camps, Beowulf didn't really have bathrooms, instead multiple outhouses were dotted around the outskirts of the camp. To most of the kids staying there, that was one of if not the worst feature of it. However, there was one particular kid, a ten-year old German shepherd by the name of Jake, who found this to be one of the main draws of the place. You see, he had very quickly discovered that these outhouses were extremely easy to peek inside of discreetly, especially if one wants to have viewing angles that simply weren't possible with normal bathrooms. Now, of course, to even most voyeurs outhouses are a bit too much, almost requiring the peeping tom to have the stomach for the smell and sight of manure. But once more, Jake found this to be more of a feature rather than a bug, feeding his particularly perverted mind perfectly. 

Jake had his spying down to an art-form, he knew exactly which of the outhouses were good, and which didn't let you see anything. He knew the perfect times to do his spying, when people most often had to take care of their number two and when he'd have enough free time to enjoy his peeping. His preferred time and place was at about five in the evening, and at the lone outhouse at the most northern edge of the camp. During that time of the day, the kids had about three hours of free time to do as they wished, most spending it by swimming or playing about at the lake. The long duration of the free time allowed him to stake the outhouse and enjoy himself for a good amount of time. That time of day also saw a lot of traffic at the outhouses, pups having enjoyed dinner a little bit ago and needing to empty their bowels. And finally, that allowed Jake to roam around wearing nothing except his swimming trunks, allowing easy access to the important bits. Plus, taking a swim afterwards was an easy way to clean himself up if things got a bit messy. His second week at the camp had just started, Monday going along with him and his friends goofing around. Eventually, the 17:00 free time started, Jake quietly slipping off from his friends. In his room, he threw on his swimming trunks, his sheath already plump and twitching in anticipation. Not wanting to be seen heading into the direction of the outhouse just in case, he jogged into the forest, circling around to approach his destination from the back. Soon enough, he had made it to his goal, a wooden outhouse standing next to a small shed. Walking to the back of it, he crouched down, sliding off a wooden pallet. Behind it was a hole right into the pit of the outhouse. Pretty much all outhouses had holes to use for emptying the pit, however Jake had made this one quite a bit bigger, hiding the end result afterwards. The smell of fresh piss immediately hit Jake's nose, the tip of his cock poking against his trunks, someone had used this recently to relieve himself. Or, on closer inspection, probably herself, based on the scent. Jake's canine nose had become quite well-versed on the different urines of different species and sexes. But this wasn't what he was after, a lingering scent can only tide a boy over so far, Jake needed something much more. So he waited, stuffing his hand into his trunks and idly playing with his cock. 

About ten minutes had gone by, when Jake's ears perked up. He heard footsteps padded by grass, growing nearer with every thud. Soon after the door of the outhouse opened, the latch on it jingling as it once again closed and locked. He carefully scootched a bit further away from the opening, so he wouldn't be visible from the outhouse just in case the newcomer were to take a peek into the pit before sitting down. He soon heard the poof of the visitor sitting down, inching forwards again, curious to see who had fallen into his trap, his cock hardening in anticipation. Jake could see that the visitor was a boy, a half-chubbed dick and a ballsack hanging down, and a pink hole peeking out from beneath dark fur covering his asscheeks and thighs. He recognised the boy, seeing him around a couple of times, a feline about a year younger than him. Eagerly awaiting the show, Jake got comfortable, his hand massaging his sheath to coax out his knot. Soon after sitting down, the cat's cock twitches, a stream of piss flowing out, splashing into the dirt below. Seconds later, as the stream is dying down, he lets out a quiet grunt, his ass opening to let out a long fart. As the gas hits Jake, a bead of precum rolls down his length, his knot throbbing while he tries his best not to moan and alert the other boy. The cat's stomach grumbles and bubbles, his dinner seemingly not sitting right with the poor boy. Following close behind the fart, his asshole lets loose a torrent of semi-solid slurry, the mess quickly piling up under him. Unable to resist, Jake thrusts his cock into the pile, letting the boy coat his member with hot diarrhoea, his hand grasping it just under the knot. For almost twenty uninterrupted seconds, the cat unloaded his mess, a reeking miasma completely filling the outhouse, as well as the pit underneath. After seemingly purging everything he had eaten during the last few weeks, the cat shakily reaches under himself, wiping away at the filth clinging to his fur. Several wipes later, he shakily stands up, a few stains of shit still streaking his cheeks. He very quickly pulls up his pants, and almost sprints out of the outhouse, probably not wanting to spend one more second in the toxic air. Jake however was in heaven, huffing up the stink like his life depended on it. His whole cock was buried under a mound of diarrhoea. He moves his hand off of his knot and onto his shaft, feeling the hot and slimy mess squelching around his hand and cock. He started frantically jacking off, precum flowing from his tip. He knew he wouldn't last long, his front seat to the show almost blowing his top off just by itself. He threw his head back, letting out a grunt as he shot his load right in the middle of the pile. Rope after rope of the pup's cum mixed in with the fetid mud, his hand pumping and milking himself. Basking in his afterglow, he pulled out his cock, the pile squishing down as his length withdrew. Most of it was coated in a thick layer of the kitten's shit, a small dribble of cum still flowing from his tip. Satisfied with the excursion, Jake stuffed his dick into his swimming trunks, wiping his hands on them likewise. That'd all get washed off nice and discreet once he got into the lake, making a mental note to avoid walking near anyone until then, the smell of the outhouse still lingering around him as he walked off into the forest.