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-Five

A few days later Liam was sitting on the train home, alternating between gazing out of the window and surreptitiously eyeing up the young guy across the aisle. He was very handsome; a tall, dark straight lad with black hair and a cocky smile. Liam grinned inwardly as he remembered what had happened back at Easter, when that other handsome lad he'd been ogling on the train had left his sturdy dump in the station toilet that refused to flush. Faintly turned on by the memory, his thoughts turned to going home and what might happen there.

He'd chatted online with Callum quite a bit in the last few weeks. He still wasn't seeing much of Nick and Simon, he said, and they'd all pretty much lost touch with Aston, but Connal still fed him regularly, and he'd finally persuaded him to do it on camera as well. He didn't need to tell Liam that: he'd wanked off watching that video online the night before. It had reminded him just how nice Connal's shit was, and better still Connal had apparently said he was hoping there'd be chance for them to meet over Christmas. The few shifts he had booked in at the factory had their possibilities too.

'There are some real hot lads working here over Xmas,' Callum had said. 'There's a couple of them always shit at work. I've heard them a few times, and smelled it.'

Just then the train started to slow down for the station where he changed trains, and he put away the book he hadn't been reading and gathered up his things. He didn't realise the lad opposite was getting off too until he was off the train, and he looked round at the information screens for his connection home. The lad was walking past them, going towards the men's toilets with his tight jeans emphasising the roundness of his sturdy arse. Liam couldn't resist following, grinning to himself as he wondered whether history might be about to repeat itself and hardly daring to believe it might.

But it did. The station was fairly quiet and the toilets were empty, except that the far cubicle door was shutting, with the hunky lad's smart shoes clearly visible underneath it. Liam scuttled into the one and locked the door. A couple of feet away he heard a belt being undone, and then jeans and pants being pulled down. He did the same quickly, and they both sat down together. Liam leaned to his right, listening intently.

'Plop! ... Plip-plop ... plip ... plop!'

The plops were light and sharp, as if he was dropping little nuggets. After they stopped he grunted loudly a couple of times, and Liam imagined him straining. His piss splashed into the bowl. Then he grunted again, softer and longer...

'Ploop ... ploop ... plop, plomp-plop!

Now the sounds were big and solid and resonant, and he grunted contently as the last lump splashed into the water. Liam couldn't resist stroking his semi. In his mind's eye he could see the hunky lad sitting there, playing with his phone, his smily face freezing as those big turds curled out of his arse. He grunted, strained, and farted softly a couple of times.

'Ploop ... plop, plop.'

He farted again, louder this time, and in the silence Liam heard his crackling.

'Plop, plop, plop ... plip!'

He went quiet again, and Liam guessed he'd finished. He gave a little strain himself, farted sharply, and grinned at the thought that the lad could hear him. Maybe he was wondering why Liam hadn't made the same sort of noises he just had. Then he reached for the toilet roll holder, and his feet shuffled as he stood up to wipe. Liam sat quiet, but then as soon as he'd heard the roar of the dryer he'd feigned a quick wipe and started to pull his pants up. No sooner had the door banged than Liam was out of his own cubicle and into the other one. The lad's smell was thick and pungent, hanging in the air like fog. He'd left big, ragged skidmarks in a lovely chocolatey brown, and his fit arse had left the seat lovely and warm. Liam fingered his belt, tempted to wank there and then. But his next train was in ten minutes, and if he went now he'd be able to get a coffee beforehand, so he took one last sniff and left. The lad was standing near the kiosk as he queued. Liam eyed him surreptitiously, the front of his pants bulging slightly, fixing his lithe form and pert arse in his memory, and thinking back on the big, exquisitely smelly shit he'd just heard him take.

A few days later he was sitting in one of the factory toilet cubicles in the middle of his 6am – 2pm shift, willing his hard-on to subside. He was going to Callum's place after work, and Connal was coming over as well. He'd been horny since he woke up at the thought of what they were likely to get up to, and when he'd passed Sam coming out of the toilets, and gone and sat in the cubicle he'd just used, his dick hand sprung to attention. Callum had told him about Sam. He was a straight, sporty student lad, a nice guy, and rather cute with his roundish race and brown hair and ready smile. He was as regular as clockwork, and normally went to the toilet pretty much spot on 10am. A couple of days before Liam had sat in one cubicle and listened as he sat down with a sigh, grunted contentedly and took a long, satisfying dump. He sat for so long after the last of his heavy plops that Liam had had to go back to work, with a semi under his overalls. This morning he'd missed out on the sight and sound of Sam having a shit, but instead he'd got the smell. It hung in the air like fog, coarse and thick and very dirty, and he'd left some dark skids as well. Liam couldn't resist sitting down on the warm seat and savouring it for a few minutes. He was working quite near to Sam, and he spent the rest of the shift ogling his sturdy arse and imagining it naked and hovering over his face.

A few hours later he knelt naked on the floor, and wanked slowly as Callum lay down in front of him. He needed a shit badly now, and the dull aching in his bowels was turning him on even more. He'd been farting in Callum's face earlier, him and Connal taking it in turns to get his face between their cheeks and let rip on it, which made him whimper and wank harder. Liam couldn't fart now, though: he was too desperate to shit. Connal looked about the same, and Callum was shaking all over in excitement as he got ready.

Connal grinned and stepped forward, naked except for a pair of white, striped boxer-briefs. He fumbled his hard-on out of the front as he straddled Callum, and then he knelt down, showing off that lovely, peachy arse of his. He lowered it down until it was just inches from Callum's face, and Liam leaned in close. Then he farted again.

'Ooh ... I really need a shit,' he breathed. 'Phew ... ooh smell that! Been holding this one in for hours. It's gonna be such a toilet-blocker!'

He looked down between his legs at moaning, wanking Callum, and then twisted round and looked at Liam. He did another soft little fart as he did so, and his smell wafted up around Liam and made his dick twitch hard. He'd forgotten just how nice Connal's rich, fruity aroma was. Connal grinned sexily at him and wiggled his hips a little.

'I've not done it in my pants for months,' he said softly. 'It's gonna feel so nice!'

'Mmm, yeah! Go on ... do it now. Do your big, dirty shit...'

Connal nodded. He continued to look intently at Liam even as his face stiffened, and he grunted. Then Liam's eyes were drawn inexorably down to his arse as it heaved and farted once more, and began to crackle softly. A lump appeared between his cheeks, paused, and then he grunted again it grew into a thick spike that pushed the back of his pants out until the tip nearly touched Callum's nose, and he whimpered as the smell hit him. Connal's mouth fell open slightly as it stopped.

'Oh that's a big one!' breathed Liam. 'Mm, it smells so fucking nice too. Go on ... do some more...'

Connal grunted and heaved, and then sighed with pleasure over the filthy squelching sound as the tent in his pants swelled up at the sides and grew into a big, lumpy mound, all dotted with moisture, quivering a little as he wriggled his hips.

'Oh yeah!' he gasped. 'Mm that's better! Big fucking shit. Ooh ... oh, I'm done.'

He leaned forward, with a little yelp as his pile tickled him underneath, then stood up slowly and showed off what he'd done to Liam. He wiggled his hips and humped back and forth, then bent over and thrust his bottom back until the bulge was almost touching Liam's nose and the stink pounded at his brain and set his dick twitching and bouncing. He told Connal softly to kneel down again, and Callum whimpered, took a deep breath and braced himself for what he knew was about to happen.

'Sit in it,' breathed Liam to Connal. 'Go on ... sit on his face.'

Connal grinned and nodded, and lowered himself slowly down. Callum whimpered and his dick began to bounce and dribble like Liam's as his face plunged into Connal's shit, and squashed it all across his cheeks and up around his balls. He lay shaking and moaning as Connal rubbed himself forward and backward, wanking and yelping with the sensation, then scrabbled frantically to lift him up a bit so he could gasp for air. Then Connal's arse descended on him again, to rub his face and sit down harder still, grunting lustfully, with the back of his pants a crumpled sticky mess. Callum came up for air again, with brown stains on his face.

'Feed me now Liam,' he groaned. 'I wanna eat yer shit now. I can taste Connal's ... give me yours.'

Connal moved to one side, turned around and sat in his pile to watch as Liam came forward. His heart pounded as he stood over Callum. He needed to shit badly, and the pressure in his chute mingled with adrenaline and sheer naked lust to make his dick bounce hard. He pinched his hole up tight as he squatted down. Callum craned his head up and licked at it gently for a while, as Connal took a sniff of poppers and offered the bottle round. Liam's head whirled and his dick danced again as he held the bottle down to Callum, and then saw him put it to one side, lie back and open his mouth wide. Liam felt his hot breath on his arse as he relaxed and gave himself over to the sensation.

'Oh,' he grunted. 'Here it comes... oh yeah!'

He seemed to feel every crack and lump in his thick, solid turd as it slid slowly through his hole, and the sensation made him whimper. Easing himself like this felt wonderful and he wanted nothing more but to let his shit keep on coming, but instead he clenched up tight, looked down between his legs and watched as his fat log dropped into Callum's mouth. As Callum closed his eyes and bit into it Connal offered Liam some more poppers.

'Oh Liam!' he said softly, his face very intense. 'I'd forgotten how good this is ... how nice your shit is ... man, that smells so fucking good!'

'Oh ... feels fucking awesome,' Liam breathed back. 'Oh Callum, I gotta do some more. I can't hold it!'

Callum swallowed frantically and opened his mouth as Liam curled out another thick one, and then once more managed to pinch it off and stop his flow. His arse hurt wonderfully as he held it in, head spinning, squatting there with Connal watching and wanking and Callum underneath him, dutifully eating his shit. His cock dribbled pre-cum all over Callum's tummy as he relaxed a third time and crammed Callum's mouth with lumpy, plasticine-like shit. It made him sick as he ate it, and they paused for a long time and had another round of poppers before he steeled himself and opened his mouth again. Gratefully Liam curled out another, slimmer turd, watching between his legs as Callum took it in the mouth.

'Uh!' he gagged. 'Ugh ... oh God, so much...'

'Nearly done now ... open wide!'

Liam came as he finished his shit. He wasn't even touching his dick, but the sensation as his bowels emptied out and Callum chewed and gagged and fought to eat it tipped him over the edge. His vision blurred and he yelped and cried out as his dick spurted and dribbled. Below him Callum lay back, his job as toilet done, wanked hard, and opened his brown mouth for Connal to spunk into.

Only a couple of days later Liam lay in the cold, empty bath of an unfamiliar flat. His mouth was taped up, he was wearing goggles, and he was naked and horny and quivering with anticipation. He looked from Nick to Simon and back again as they stood over him. Then they held their dicks down and began to piss. Liam lay and whimpered as Simon's hot stream played across his tummy and his thighs and his cock, and then Nick's began to spatter down on his chest, and then up into his face. Its sharp smell filled his nostrils. As soon as they'd finished pissing both lads turned around, and Liam's heart pounded hard. He ogled their arses through his piss-splashed goggles; Nick's sturdy, pale cheeks almost above his head, and Simon's, slimmer and hairier, parallel with his cock. His excitement reached fever pitch as they both sat down, leaning well forward to balance themselves as they stuck their arses as far out as they could. All of a sudden he had the perfect toilet's view, as Nick's tight, wrinkled hole hung menacingly over his face.

'Hoped we'd see you again,' said Simon softly as he wriggled into position. 'We've missed having you around to play with. I love how excited you get when you're about to get shat on!'

'Yeah,' said Nick. 'Like you are now. You're gonna love this...'

Liam could only whimper in reply through his taped mouth, but his dick, dancing and bouncing about without his hand anywhere near it, told Nick and Simon all they needed to know. Liam was about to be their toilet, and he was loving it. He moaned and writhed a little in his ecstasy when Nick farted, and his familiar smell blasted up his nose.

'I ain't been for a shit for two days,' he said softly. 'Last time I did that I blocked the toilet. You want it...?'

Liam moaned and held up his thumb. Above him the lads took some poppers, and held them down to him. Nick grunted his acknowledgement as Liam gave him back the bottle, put it on the floor in front of him, then settled back with his elbows on his knees. Total silence descended, broken only by their heavy breathing and the little whimpers of anticipation Liam couldn't stop giving. His whole body tingled as he watched Nick's hole slowly pucker out towards him, and his ears rang with Nick's manly little grunt, and then the filthy crackle as his thick turd began to come ou. It was smooth, but cracked on its surface, glistening in the harsh light. It came slowly at first, in fits and starts as Nick gave little grunts and strains. But then it grew smoother and started to slide cleanly through his hole. Liam lay and watched, head whirling, as it advanced on him and then stopped, a great column hanging down from Nick's arse. The smell drove him wild, and he began to whimper and dribble pre-cum. Then it fell. The blow made him cry out into his gag, and then it toppled back and fell across his goggles, half-blinding him. His head reeled, and he had to force himself to lie still and not squirm about. Another thick lump crackled from Nick's arse and landed right over his nose and mouth. The gas roared up his nose.

'Mate,' chuckled Simon. 'That stinks! Ooh ... I'm gonna go too...'

Liam's dick was dancing as hard as it ever had, pre-cum trickling from its end and spattering across his tummy. He almost came as Simon's turd landed on it and slid onto his tummy, and again when another one followed it, all hot and greasy. His shaft rubbed against it as it bounced, and the sensation had him even closer to cumming. Then Nick farted and buried him beneath another thick, sinuous turd. Completely blinded, he whimpered and sniffed and tried desperately not to come as more landed on his face. The pause seemed to last forever as his head whirled and his dick bounced about in Simon's shit, and the stink and the sense of exquisite degradation he got from serving as these horny lads' toilet overwhelmed him. His eyes were full of tears and he was shaking uncontrollably. Then Simon farted, and the surge of softer turds that followed tipped him over the edge. He screamed into his gag as his dick shot all over his tummy and his chest, and his face that was still covered in Nick's shit.

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