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-Nine
The wooden floor of Olly's living room was cold and hard, and the plastic sheet Liam was lying on rustled as he moved. Olly's hairy legs pressed firmly into his sides, and his arse hung menacingly above him. Liam stared intently at his wrinkled little hole as it puckered out a little, and he let go a soft little fart. He felt the puff of gas on his face, and then Olly's smell hit him. He whimpered helplessly through his taped mouth.
'I've so got to take a shit,' breathed Olly.
It had been ages since it had been just the two of them, thought Liam dreamily as he lay and waited; ages since they'd played together without anyone else watching, and a long time, too, since he'd been Olly's toilet. He'd jumped at the chance when Olly had called him an hour or so before, and now he was craving his shit like nothing he'd ever known. Then Olly farted again.
'Are you ready? Here it comes...'
Liam's dick began to bounce and dribble uncontrollably as Olly's hole slowly opened above him, flaring out with a soft, slimy hiss as the thick end of a turd pushed through it. It stopped momentarily. Then as Olly gave a grunt and and a heave a solid, egg-shaped lump popped out of him and fell right onto Liam's mouth, falling back to block his nose and gas him with Olly's awesome stink. He'd barely processed what was happening to him when Olly grunted again, his hole flared, and he began to push out a thick, sandy-brown column. He lay and watched dully as it descended on him, all glistening and slimy, with the soft crackle and Olly's grunts ringing in his ears and the stink blasting into his whirling mind. It touched down just below his mouth and began to bend back over his nose, all tacky and hot, with deep cracks spreading across it as it broke. Then the whole lot collapsed onto his face and left him buried, fighting down the need to cum there and then.
'Yeah,' breathed Olly. 'Big fucking shit!'
Liam stared hazily at the broken ends of his turds, feeling the weight and hotness on his skin and gassed by the smell. His dick danced as Olly farted on him and curled out another one, a long cone that tapered off to a point as it came out, and whose end landed right over his left eye. More followed it, slim and smooth and soft, dropping little lumps onto the big curled pile. He was Olly's toilet lying helpless and degraded as Olly had a shit on his face, and he was in heaven. Somehow he managed to hold back from cumming until Olly had finished, and then the turds were replaced by pads of stained toilet paper as Olly stood over him and wiped his arse. Then when Olly knelt down once more and began to massage his cock he could hold on no longer, and he came explosively.
'Still so good, shitting on your face like that,' Olly smiled later. 'I wanna do it on video!'
Liam was constantly horny for the next few days, and every time he thought about what was going to happen that weekend he got a hard-on he couldn't control. He and Olly had planned it all out: they were going to get as many of the guys together as they could, and he was going to be their toilet on video. He was going to lie on the floor in his goggles and mask and take one hot young man's shit after another right in the face. The thought of it distracted him constantly. One afternoon that week he started to need a shit as he sat in his early afternoon lecture. It made him horny, and he drifted off for a few minutes into kinky fantasies about the hot lads sitting in the row in front of him, before he forced his mind back onto the lecture. By the time it ended he was clenched up, trying not to fart, and he nudged his way through the crowd by the doors and headed off to his favourite toilet.
As he walked down the corridor he couldn't help noticing that another lad from his lecture was walking a bit behind him, a slim, boyish, very round-faced lad with slightly floppy, mousy-brown hair whom Liam thought was called Jared. He smiled pleasantly as Liam held the toilet door open for him, and then Liam's heart fluttered as he watched him go into one of the cubicles, looking a little self-conscious as he closed the door. By then Liam was already walking across the floor and into the other one. He pulled his pants down, sat quickly on the toilet and peered through the hole. As he did so his shit started to slide down the chute and push its way out. The smell started to thicken around him, and a log plopped loudly into the water. Jared had been wiping the seat. Now Liam watched as he turned around, undid his belt and slid his jeans and boxers down to his knees. His bottom was a perfect peach, all pale and smooth. Then he sat down carefully, phone in hand. He sat stock still for a few seconds as another turd fell loudly from Liam's arse. Then in the silence he gave a little grunt, his buttocks heaved slightly, and then came the soft hiss of a turd sliding out, that went on for a long time...
'Ploop.'
The sound was heavy but soft, as if a big turd had been hanging close to the water by the time it dropped. Jared sat for a while, pissing audibly. Then he grunted softly, shuffled a little on the seat, and then his arse heaved again.
'Ploop ... plop, plop.'
Just as Jared began dropping his logs Liam felt another one coming out, and for a brief moment the room was filled with the hissing and plops of the two young men emptying their bowels. Liam sneaked another look at Jared, his dick nearly hard at the sight of him doing his business. He sat still, apart from the occasional heave of his buttocks as he strained, and then after a minute or so bent and put his phone in his pocket, and reached for the toilet paper. For some reason Liam had imagined he'd wipe standing, but no: he shuffled forward on the seat, leant forward to make his bottom stick out, and lifted his right cheek a bit. Liam watched intently as he reached around and rubbed gently at his hole, looked at the paper, folded it and did the same. Then he too began to wipe, so as to be ready when Jared left. His own arse was pretty dirty and took a lot of wiping, and Jared was already using the dryer by the time he pulled his pants up. They exchanged brief, embarrassed glances as Liam came out of his cubicle, and Jared left. Liam dived straight into Jared's cubicle, where the seat was still warm. There were no skids, though, and his solid shit had left only a faint, slightly fruity smell. Still, mused Liam as he sauntered off towards the library, the sight of him doing it had been hot!
That Friday night Liam went out with a few friends, drinking in town and then on to a gay club. Soon after they got there his eyes fixed on a young guy who was on the dance floor with a couple of girls. He was the most awesome dancer, moving lithely and sexily with the music in a way that showed off his beautiful body and peachy arse. Looking round, the lad noticed Liam watching, and smiled cutely.
An hour or so later Liam and his friends were on the edge of the crowded dance floor as the night really got going. One of his favourite tracks was on, and for a few minutes he lost himself completely in the music. As it ended he turned around to where he'd left his drink on a ledge, and there, dancing just a few feet away from him, was the same lad. He was absolutely gorgeous, Liam realised. He was tall and toned, and his fine-boned face was nigh-on perfect. As he turned he noticed Liam, and smiled again. This time he didn't turn away, and Liam's heart began to race as they moved closer, and still closer, until their hands met, and then their lips as they began to kiss.
Liam woke early the next morning. For a moment he was disorientated, confused by the sound of breathing next to him. Then he woke up a bit further, and smiled inwardly as he replayed last night in his mind. He and Max hadn't stayed long at the club. They'd got a taxi straight back to Max's halls of residence, tumbled inside and kissed and groped their way up to his room, where no sooner were they inside than he'd pulled Liam's pants down, knelt and taken his cock into his soft, warm mouth. He'd sucked greedily, peeling off his own clothes as he knelt, and reaching round to fondle Liam's arse, and then stood and led him over to the bed. His skin tasted wonderful as Liam licked and kissed his chest, then turned him over and ran his tongue down his back, which made him gasp and squeal, and then spread his legs wide and stick his perfect arse up invitingly. He moaned and yelped with pleasure as Liam rimmed his tight little hole, fumbled in the drawer convulsively and reached back holding a condom. His arse was hot and tight as Liam thrust into him. They fucked doggy-style, Liam biting Max's neck in a frenzy of passion, and then Max crying out loud as he began to cum. His arse tightened suddenly, trapping Liam inside him and massaging his cock until he too gave a great cry of ecstasy and spurted his cum deep inside him. Now, as Max stirred and moved in closer their lips sought out one another's again, and their morning hard-ons began rubbing against one another...
They ended up spending most of the morning in bed. Max's cock was long and slim and shapely, and it tasted wonderful as Liam ran his tongue round the head, and then took it deep into his mouth, reaching round as he did so to stroke Max's back, and then thrust a finger up his arse. He kept right on sucking until Max was edging and moaning, and then suddenly he gasped out loud and filled his mouth with hot sticky cum. Then Max took Liam's in his hand and wanked him off until he spurted everywhere. They dozed off again for a while, woke up horny once more, and fucked again. This time Max straddled Liam and lowered himself down, squealing ecstatically as he impaled himself. He rode hard, until his face contorted and he spunked all over Liam's body. They lay in for a while longer, and then got in the shower together, and ambled into town to get something to eat. Presently, Max excused himself and headed off to the toilets, with that ever so slightly furtive look of a lad who's a little shy about going for a shit in a public place. Liam watched him go, feeling suddenly conflicted. The thought of Max on the toilet made his dick stir in his pants. But somehow that felt wrong. He liked Max, he realised – really liked him, in a way he'd not felt before – and he wanted to get to know him a lot better. But he could be pretty certain that Max didn't have the same fetishes as him, and if they were going to start seeing one another he'd have to leave all that behind him. He'd have to cut something out of his life that had become a big part of it, and that wouldn't be easy. Then he told himself not to be silly: he and Max had only met twelve hours before, and it was far too soon to be thinking about the future. Meanwhile, gorgeous Max was having a shit, and he was seized with a guilty desire to go and sniff it. He looked up and smiled as Max came back to the table.
'Sorry about that,' he said, smiling coyly.
'S'okay,' Liam said evenly. 'I need a piss now anyway.'
Max looked a bit embarrassed as Liam turned and walked off to the toilet. He soon found out why. There was only one men's toilet in the cafe; a self-contained little room with toilet, basin and hand towels, and it was all too obvious that Max had just had a shit. His smell was really ripe; a thick odour that hung heavily in the air. He'd been a polite boy and put the toilet lid down, and when Liam lifted it he saw big, lightish-brown skids in the bottom of the bowl. The sense of guilt and shame at being turned on by it returned as he began pissing from his semi-hard cock.
A couple of hours later they were sitting in a pub in town, drinking and chatting, starting to realise how much they had in common. Even though they'd only met the night before it felt as if they'd known one another for ages. The sense of liking Max in a way he'd never felt before about anyone was growing steadily stronger, and he was sure Max was feeling something similar. As Max went to get another round of drinks his phone buzzed in his pocket, and when he pulled it out he saw it was a text from Olly.
Hi mate. Wanna cum over? Horny n need a big shit. Aaron's here too ;-)
He replied regretfully, saying he was tied up that day, but maybe another time. He was starting to need a shit too, he realised; a big, firm dump that if it weren't for Max he'd probably have done squatting over Aaron. As he looked up from his phone Max put the drinks on the table and smiled happily at him.
'What shall we do, then?' he asked quietly. 'Stick around here for a bit and then head back to mine ... or yours?'
'Yeah,' grinned Liam. 'Let's do that. You can stay at my place tonight, if you like. Hang on, just gonna go to the toilet.'
The sense of regret faded away as he sat in the pub toilet amid the smell of the chunky golden-brown logs in the bowl underneath him. Yes, Olly and Aaron were going to do something awesomely horny and filthy and he was missing out on it, but all of a sudden he didn't care. Even the big shit he'd just taken had been satisfying rather than erotic. The prospect of another evening and night with beautiful Max had opened up before him, and that was more than good enough! He tucked his phone back in his pocket and reached for the toilet paper.
Two months later Liam put down his pen, gathered up his things and walked out of his last exam. He'd finished his finals, and all he could do now was wait for the results and enjoy what little time at university he had left. Max was waiting for him outside, to drop a kiss on his lips and take him off into town to celebrate the end of his finals. Several hours and pints later he was standing at the bar, waiting to be served, when he heard a familiar voice next to him.
'Hello stranger! How are you?'
It was Olly, still as handsome as ever, standing there in the suit that always showed off his hot arse to perfection. The memories of being under that arse were still fresh, even after all this time.
'Not seen you for ages,' he grinned. 'How's things? You still seeing that guy?'
'Yeah,' said Liam, smiling contentedly. 'Yeah, it's all ... well, he's got a job in London starting this summer, so we're looking at moving down there together.'
'And he's not into ... y'know?'
'Nah, definitely not. He's still all shy about farting in front of me!'
You told him about it?'
'Nah. Not yet, anyway. Maybe some day I'll own up to everything I've done, but he doesn't need to know for now. Feels like it's all behind me now anyway.'
'D'you miss it?'
'Yeah. Kind of. But that was then, and this is now. I was single then and it was good fun, but I've got him now. Life moves on.'
'I guess. Was so good while it lasted. Stay in touch, eh?'
'I will. Look after yourself Olly, and send my best to all the lads.'
With that he picked up his drinks and walked off, to where Max was waiting for him.
THE END
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