Liam

This is a story involving scat play between adult males. All characters are over the age of eighteen. If this isn't your sort of thing or it is illegal for you to view it, please leave now. This story is entirely fictitious, and any resemblance to actual individuals is coincidental.

Liam

Chapter Thirty-Two

One morning the following week Liam was sitting in his favourite cubicle in the lecture-theatre toilets, nursing a semi. On his left some chavvy lad in sportswear was sitting in silence, seemingly playing with his phone after he'd unloaded a big, gassy dump. Liam could smell it in his own cubicle and its ripeness was turning him on. On his right a tall, dark lad with the most gorgeous oval face and spiky black hair who'd come into the toilets just as he went into the cubicle pulled down his jeans and sat down. Liam leaned in closer, straining to hear over the roar of the hand-dryer. As it ceased the lad lifted the heels of his smart brown boots from the floor, and Liam was sure he heard a little grunt and then a faint crackle.

'Plomp ... plomp ... ploop, ploop, plop!'

As he unloaded his chunky turds the chavvy boy farted and let go another stream of plops, and someone in a cubicle further away sat down heavily and began to drop a loud, splashy load. It got him fully hard and he sat there for several minutes, listening to the sound of straight student lads emptying their bowels. He almost wanked off there and then.

A few hours later, though, he was glad he hadn't. He'd been horny all day, especially after he'd gone for a piss after his late-morning lecture and seen a guy he knew from his course come out of a cubicle; a slim, cute, well-spoken lad with spiky dark hair. Archie – for that was the lad's name – must have had a huge shit, because he'd left dark skidmarks up the sides of the bowl and a big smear down to the water at the back. His smell wasn't all that strong, but it was dense and bitter and really erotic. Then after lunch Liam started to need a shit himself. He knew Olly was working from home that day and texted him asking if he was up for some fun after his lectures were over that afternoon. Olly replied straight away, saying he was horny and full and well up for it. Then twenty minutes later Liam's phone bleeped again.

hi Liam. How r u? R u free 2day? Am horny n need toilet! Charlie x

Liam rang Olly straight away, and suggested he invite Charlie along.

'Mm, yeah,' breathed Olly down the phone. 'Love to meet him and see him shit on your face. Reckon he'd be up for that?'

He was, and a couple of hours later Liam and Olly were sitting talking, waiting for him to arrive. Liam was getting desperate by then. His cock pressed uncomfortably against his pants as he clenched his arse tight, and Olly stood in front of him and farted in his face, and he squirmed and wriggled in an attempt to relieve the pressure in his chute.

'I've really gotta take a shit,' he said as Olly straightened up in front of him. 'Gonna crap myself in a minute!'

At that moment the door buzzer sounded, and Olly went to open the flat door. Charlie came in a minute later, and looking rather pensive. He smiled shyly as Olly offered him a seat. Liam squirmed again, and realised he was on the verge of losing control completely.

'I'm touching cloth,' he said flatly. 'I need to go now. What about you?'

'Nah, not quite yet,' said Charlie, looking coy again and glancing at Olly. 'I ... er, I need a shit, but I can hang on a bit.'

'So can I,' said Olly. 'Do you just wanna do it, Liam, and we'll just watch?'

'Yeah, I'd better.'

He levered himself up and led the way through to the bathroom, reflecting momentarily on how Charlie and Olly had barely even said hello to one another so far. Watching him shit was a strange way to break the ice between them. But then his bowels lurched again and it was all he could do to hold it in, and he danced with desperation as he fumbled with his belt. Olly threw a plastic bag down on the floor behind him as he pulled down his pants.

'Oh fucking hell, I'm going!'

Shit forced its way out, all hot and lumpy between his cheeks, a big lump fell onto the bag as he squatted down, and then he gasped and sighed with relief as he dumped uncontrollably. Three thick, golden logs thudded onto the bag, and the smell filled the room.

'Mmm!' said Charlie. 'Such a big one. You really needed that!'

'Yeah,' breathed Olly. 'Smells so fucking nice too.'

Liam could hear them behind him, breathing hard and wanking through their clothes. Then another turd slid down the chute, and he unloaded a long, smooth snake onto the pile below him, farted softly, and pushed out a little more. He'd nearly finished now but he spun it out a bit longer, squatting over his shit with his friends wanking and sniffing at the smell. As he pushed out his last little nuggets he twisted round and grinned at them.

'Who wants to wipe my arse for me?'

'I'll do it,' said Charlie, his shyness forgotten. 'Pass me the bog roll, will you?'

Liam rocked forward, supporting himself on his hands, so his cheeks were wide apart and his dirty hole fully exposed, and sighed with the sensation as Charlie began to wipe the shit away from around his hole and on the insides of his cheeks. He showed Liam the first wad of paper he used, with a great brown smear across it, dropped it onto his shit and set to work with another one. Liam's dick bounced as Charlie's deft fingers and the toilet paper tickled his ringpiece. Finally it was done, and the three of them looked at each other, Charlie and Olly with big hard-ons bulging out their jeans and Liam's trickling pre-cum as he stood with his pants around his legs.

'You need a shit now?' he said to Charlie.

Charlie nodded, with that sexy, coy little smile of his, and ran a hand through his hair. He often did that when he was excited, Liam had noticed.

'I wanna be your toilet. Gonna squat across me and shit on my face?'

Charlie nodded again and pawed at himself through his jeans. Then he pulled them down and stepped out of them, and glancing to one side Liam saw Olly sizing up his slight, pert body and nicely shaped cock. Tape and straws and goggles were lying on the side, and as his playmates stripped completely Liam taped his mouth, pushed the straws in at the corners and put on the goggles. He lay down on the floor, only a couple of feet from the cooling pile of his own shit. His dick was going crazy at the prospect of being Charlie's toilet, with Olly watching and wanking and waiting his own turn. It began to dribble pre-cum as Charlie stepped over him, stood for a moment smiling shyly at Olly, and then squatted down right over his face. As Charlie got into position he farted sharply. Liam lay, with Olly's heavy breathing ringing in his ears as he leaned in close, with Charlie's arse inches above his face and the sharp smell of his fart hanging around him, whimpering in anticipation.

'Ready?' said Charlie in a small voice. 'Sure? Here it comes...'

He farted again as his tight hole puckered out, pulled in again, and then slowly opened, and Liam moaned again at the sight of his turd as it nosed its way out. It came slowly, in fits and starts as Charlie gave little pushes, making a lovely soft, slimy sound, until a cracked, glistening, deep-brown column hung from him.

'Mmm, Charlie!' breathed Olly approvingly. 'Phew, your shit smells really nice!'

'You like it? Liam, want it all now? Yeah? ... Oh yeah!'

He pushed again and it slid right out in one fluid movement, touched down Liam's taped mouth, all hot and slimy and firm, and fell back right across his face. The smell blasted up his nose with full force and his dick bounced and dribbled. Edging madly, head spinning, he watched in awe as Charlie curled out another big log, and he nearly came when that too dropped onto him. Charlie started to piss, despite his hard-on, and Liam lay helpless as it spattered onto his tummy and his crotch.

'Yeah,' said Olly next to him. 'You fucking love being a toilet. Look at your dick dancing. I really need a shit now too. Gonna shit on yer cock. Want that?'

Liam moaned and held up his thumb, and Olly shuffled round in front of Charlie, straddled him and knelt with his arse hanging over his crotch.

'Hold it,' said Charlie urgently. 'Another one's coming!'

His shit-fringed hole puckered out again, and another lumpy brown column curled slowly from him, pulled apart and dropped onto his hot, weighty pile. Liam whimpered and squirmed a little in his ecstasy, and as his brain struggled to deal with what was happening to his face he felt a new sensation; something hot and lumpy and thick touching his cock, and sliding off it to curl onto his tummy. More of it came, all heavy and gooey. Charlie dropped another little curl onto him too, and he teetered on the brink of cumming.

'Oh Olly,' chuckled Charlie somewhere above him. 'Mate, your shit stinks!'

Charlie pushed out one more little nugget, then climbed off his moaning, shaking toilet, knelt to one side and watched and wanked as Olly grunted and covered his cock in shit. It was hot and slimy, and as his shaft bounced it gave him the most unbelievable sensations, and he moaned constantly into his gag and the pile on his face. He was cumming, he realised. He was going to fall off the precipice any second and there was nothing he could do about it. He tensed up as tight as he could, but then as Olly farted and dropped a mushy load all over his bouncing shaft he screamed into his gag and shot his load so hard that it flew right over him and onto the floor behind, and his next shot spattered all over his face and Charlie's shit, just as Charlie too came all over it.

The following day Liam lay on his bed, reflecting on the previous day's session. He'd loved everything he'd with his playmates, but taking it in the face was always the most exciting thing. It was the sheer helplessness of it as much as anything else, having to lie still whilst a guy dumped on his face, and the intimacy of it. And the variety too: Charlie's solid turds felt and smelled very different from Toby's hefty loads or Olly's huge, stinking piles. Just that thought got him hard, and he opened his laptop and went onto his favourite video site. There he found a new video from Alfie, titled 'anon chav lad feeds me.' He opened up the description:

'str8 19yo chav lad agreed to feed me for money – just turn up, dump and go; nothing said. He didn't know I was filming it with a camera hidden behind the TV. His shit was so nice.'

His dick twitched and dribbled as he opened the video. Alfie was lying on the floor under the rimseat, wearing only his mask. Footsteps sounded in the hallway outside, and then the door opened. The lad was tall and thin and handsome, and deliciously chavvy in his baseball cap and tracksuit bottoms. He glanced down at Alfie, then bent to pick up a wad of tenners from the low table, giving a good view of his cute face. He glanced at the door, as if considering just taking the money and running off, but then he looked back at Alfie, took a deep breath, and stepped over to the rimseat. He pulled his tracksuit pants and boxer shorts down to his knees to show off the most gorgeous pale, peachy bottom, and then he sat down. As he shuffled into a comfortable position and rested his elbows on his knees Alfie opened his mouth wide.

Liam couldn't stop himself from wanking as he watched. The lad grunted and strained several times before he pushed a glistening, dark-brown log, the first big lump of which broke away and made Alfie gag as it dropped right into his mouth. He held his mouth wide open as the lad let out the rest of his turd, and then started chewing the huge mouthful he'd been given. It took him a while, and the lad sat over him, looking around the room, and then down between his legs as he heard Alfie swallow. Then he grunted and filled Alfie's mouth again with a big, sinuous turd. Alfie gagged as he fought to eat it, with his eyes watering. His mouth was still half-full of it when the lad farted on him, and he opened his brown lips wide to take the mushy load that followed, which piled up above his mouth and slid down his cheeks. He retched, swallowed hard, and kept right on eating as the lad reached for the toilet paper and half-squatted to wipe his arse, dropping the used paper on Alfie's shitty face. Then he stood up, pulled up his pants and left without looking back. Liam could resist it no longer: he put the computer to one side and tugged himself off.

Two days later he was round at Alfie's place himself, sitting on the sofa talking and letting the anticipation build, as the urge to take a dump built up slowly in his bowels.

'I saw that video, by the way,' he grinned at Alfie. 'The one with that scally feeding you.'

'Oh, yeah,' said Alfie. 'That was a couple of weeks ago. Local lad I got talking to through Craigslist. He was skint and offering to do things for money, so... He was fucking hot!'

'Yeah he looked it. Big shit he did too.'

'It was. There was so fucking much of it, and it tasted so good! Smell was really nice as well. He was a real good feeder too. Like, some of those lads who do it for money just dump it out straight away and do it all over my face, like they're getting it over with, but he did it nice and slow, gave me time to enjoy it. Anyway, you need to go...?'

'Yeah. Went out for beers and a curry last night. Reckon it's gonna be a big one, and it'll really stink. Had sick farts all morning.'

'Mm, can you do one now?'

'Er ... nah. I need to shit too bad!'

'Come on then. I wanna eat your curry-shit!'

Sitting in the rimseat, watching Alfie's cock starting to dance below him, Liam grunted with relief as he began to empty his bowels. He filled Alfie's mouth straight away with a big, smooth log, and his arsehole stung as he pinched it off and held the rest of his load in. Below him Alfie retched and gagged and chewed, with his dick dancing,

'Ugh!' he gasped. 'Oh that's so fucking rank. Fucking stinks too. More...?'

Liam eased himself again, sighing in relief as he let out another orangey-brown curl. The smell grew thicker and Alfie started to chew again, with his eyes watering.

'Come on man,' Liam urged him. 'I can't hold it much longer!'

Alfie sicked into his mouth as he swallowed, but he just about managed to get it down and open wide once more. Liam looked down between his legs at him, with his lips covered in shit and his eyes still watering, and then he let fly. His shit was soft and gassy, and try as he might he couldn't hold back. He just kept on shitting until he was empty and the last of his shit left his stinging hole in a big wet fart. Alfie chewed and swallowed frantically but he couldn't keep up. He was sick again, and as it bubbled up from his crammed mouth Liam's shit piled up on his face and rolled down his cheeks. Beaten, he turned his head to the side and spat it out, and then threw up as Liam finished his shit onto his cheek. He stood up quickly, moving his foot out of the way as Alfie puked again.

'Ugh! Oh!' groaned Alfie. 'Oh God...'

Later, when they'd cleaned up and were relaxing back in the living room Alfie was very apologetic. He'd never been properly sick eating before, he explained, or at least not since the first few times he'd done it, but Liam's curry-shit had been too much for him.

'Tasted like nothing else, though,' he grinned suddenly. 'Such a buzz. I wanna try that again sometime!'

Sometimes after a really heavy session Liam's interest in scat cooled a bit. It wasn't so much that he was disgusted at what he'd done – he'd long ago got over that – but that his appetite was sated and would take a while to come back. That didn't happen this time, though, and only a couple of days later he and Aaron went over to Toby's place whilst his housemates were away.

'I'm so desperate,' said Aaron plaintively. 'I ain't been for a shit for two days and more.'

'Yeah, I gotta take a dump too,' said Toby. 'Feels like I've got a brick up my arse.'

Liam was nearly turtle's-heading too. He'd been out for a big dinner and a few drinks the night before, and he'd started to need a shit during classes that morning. When the lecturer had stopped for a break he'd gone for a piss. A solid, almost chubby, fair-haired lad with a round face and big round arse had gone into the toilets ahead of him and taken a cubicle, so he'd gone and sat in the other one and listened to his manly grunts and farts, and big, resounding plops. He'd left a coarse, rank smell behind him that sent Liam back into the class with a semi he'd had pretty much ever since. He'd sat in his lecture, eyeballing the lad and replaying the sound of him having a shit, and fantasising. He wanted to shit himself; push out his big bulky dump into his pants and sit in it, and get his arse all messy.

Half an hour later he and Aaron were kneeling side by side on the floor with their arses sticking out, clenched up and squirming in desperation, both with hard-ons tenting out their pants. Toby had challenged them to see who could hold it in the longest, and now he came round in front of them, half-squatted and farted into their upturned faces. Liam's dick twitched as he inhaled the pungent, smoky gas. Then Aaron's face froze and his eyes widened.

'Oh!' he gasped. 'I'm gonna shit ... can't stop it ... oh!'

Toby scuttled around behind them and Liam knelt up and leaned back to watch as Aaron gave in, arched his back and grunted, and gave a great grunt. He let out a big, crackling log that pushed his pants out into a tent, then with another grunt his arse forced out a surge of slightly softer shit that bulged out all around it, submerging it into a big, lumpy mound that swelled up more and more. It crackled and hissed and he farted into it, and the smell rolled out around the room, stronger than it usually was from him; all thick and harsh and nasty.

'Oh fuckin' hell,' he grunted. 'That's so big. Fuck it stinks.'

Liam's bowels lurched just then, and as he clenched up desperately he could feel shit between his cheeks, all sticky and hot. '

'Oh!' he yelped. 'I'm gonna shit too!'

He knelt forward again and abandoned himself to it, and sighed loudly with relief as his bowels emptied. His shit was huge, and the sensation as it packed his crack and filled his pants and spread across his bottom and down between his legs had him gasping aloud. The smell rolled out from him, and hot lumpy shit began to tickle the back of his balls and made his dick bounce. As he finished his dump Aaron knelt beside him and pushed out the last of his too, until they were both done and they stood up, with great lumpy bulges in the back of their pants and raging hard-ons tenting out the front. Liam took a big sniff from the bottle of poppers Toby proffered, wiggled his bottom a bit to feel the lumpy mass pushing about on his skin, and gave a little yelp as it rubbed his balls. His head rushed and his dick was harder than ever.

'I wanna sit in it,' he breathed.

'Yeah! Come on...'

Toby led them through to the bathroom, where the toilet seat was already down. Liam started at it wide-eyed for a space, psyching himself up. Then, as the others watched and stroked their hard-ons, he turned around and sat down in his pile. It squashed all across his bottom and up around his balls, and he gasped and yelped and wriggled, with his dick going crazy and a sticky patch of pre-cum spreading across the front of his pants. Aaron watched, wriggling and wanking and breathing hard, and Liam beckoned him over and got him to bend over in front of him so he could get his face in close, feel the hotness of his shit through his pants and inhale the stink like poppers.

'I wanna sit too,' he breathed.

Liam stood up, leaving a big brown smear across the toilet seat. The back of his pants was a sticky brown mess and the sensation around his balls had him edging again. He stood to one side and wanked as Aaron turned around and lowered himself down.

'Fuckin' hell!' he gasped as he sat in his turds. 'Oh it feels so fuckin' good!'

He began to rock back and forth and wriggle from side to side, moaning and whimpering, on the verge of cumming. As he did so Toby bent over in front of him and farted in his face.

'Oh! Oh ... oh I want it in me face,' he moaned. 'Want me face in yer shit.'

'Yeah! I'll do it in Liam's hands, and he can hold it for you.'

Liam had fumbled his hard-on out of his pants by now. It bounced and dribbled on the floor as he stood in front of Aaron, who was still sitting in his shit, whimpering and wanking. Toby came around in front of him and half-squatted over his cupped hands. He grunted sexily as he began to push. A couple of hard little nuggets fell from him, and then with another grunt and a strain he curled out a big, thick log that made Liam whimper as it touched down and began to curl around in his palms, all sticky and lumpy and heavy. Liam's dick bounced even harder as Toby's fierce, smoky smell reached him. Again and again Toby grunted and pushed out his sturdy lumps, until Liam's hands were covered in his big, dark pile.

'I'm done,' he breathed as he stood up and stepped away.

He stood close by and wanked as Liam held his pile in front of Aaron, who took a big hit of poppers from the little bottle and then held his face in close.

'Can you feel it?' whispered Liam. 'Go on, get your face right in close. Yeah, like that. Now sniff it. Go on ... yeah, like that. Stinks, doesn't it?'

Aaron was edging and moaning. He looked at Liam and Toby with his eyes wide, then back to Toby's shit. He stared at it in awe for a second or two. Then he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and lowered his face into it. He groaned deep in his throat, turned slowly from side to side, then suddenly jerked back, gagging, with his nose and cheeks smeared in shit. As he retched and moaned Toby reached and and grabbed Liam's cock, gave it a couple of tugs, and tipped him over the edge. They came together, Aaron all over the floor and Liam and Toby all over his shitty face.

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