This is a story involving scat between adult males. If this is not your sort of thing or it is illegal to view it where you are, please leave now. All characters are over eighteen, and any resemblence to real people is coincidental.
Matt shits on my face
I published a scat story on nifty not so long ago, about a young guy shitting on my face as I lay under him and wanked. A few days later an email arrived.
-Hey. Loved ur story. I love the idea of shitting on a guys face!
I replied, and we got talking. His name was Matt. He was 21, and he lived with his girlfriend. Men shitting were his secret fetish, and often when his girlfriend had gone to work he sat on the toilet and watched gay scat videos and read stories, and wanked as he took a dump, fantasizing that someone was there to see him perform his most private act. I got an instant hard-on when he sent me a picture of himself naked, for he was gorgeous; a bronzed, spiky-haired pretty-boy with studs in his ear and a thick cock.
`What's your shit like?' I asked him.
I do really big ones,' he replied. I fill the bowl right up, and it really stinks. I'll send u a pic if u like. will u?'
So we started exchanging pictures of our shit. His was beautiful; toilet bowls filled with thick, solid, healthy lad-turds. Then we started talking on the phone, and he'd hold the phone down near the toilet bowl as he took a dump so I could listen to his farts and plops, and wank over the pictures he sent me. Then we realised we lived in the same town, and from then on it was inevitable we were going to meet. A week later found him round at my house, sitting on my sofa looking uncomfortable.
`I need a shit bad,' he said.
He lifted one side of his bum up and did a muffled fart, and for the first time I got to smell his stink.
`Oh wow, your farts smell fucking beautiful! You gotta do that again? Really?! Awesome! Fucking kneel over me and do it right in my face...'
He pulled his pants down and knelt over me as I lay on the floor, lowering himself down until my nose was right up by his hole. Then he let rip again, and the rank stink hit me like a blow in the face.
Like that?' he hissed. You like the smell of my shit? I gotta go bad...'
Oh God,' I moaned. Shit on me. Give me your shit ... do it right in my face ... I wanna take it in the face...'
`Fuck yeah, shit all over your face, cover it in my turds ... Come on!'
We stripped naked and scuttled to the bathroom. I lay spread-eagled on the floor and watched intently as he stood over me and squatted, facing down towards my feet, his gorgeous bottom hovering inches from my face. He farted again, and I moaned amid the stink and begged him for his shit.
Oh,' he grunted. Oh here it comes...'
His hole began to pucker open, and in the pink ring emerged a thick brown turd, sliding greasily out until two or three fat inches hung from him, swaying slightly as he moved. It was solid and smooth, glistening on its surface. I began to smell it immediately; thick and rich and dirty. It stopped momentarily and he grunted and gave a little push to help it on its way. Suddenly it broke off and dropped right across my closed mouth, nestling up against my nose and overpowering me with its weight and warmth. The stink roared into my nostrils, and I moaned. This was so dirty, this exquisite lad giving me his shit right in the face; so dirty and so awesomely erotic! He looked round, wide-eyed.
`Like that? Want more?'
I held up my thumb and moaned again as he grunted and pushed his hole open a little wider. The broken end hanging out of it began to move again and I marvelled at it as it slid slowly further and further out with a slimy crackling noise until five or six thick, smooth dangled heavily from his bottom. Then it began to break off, curled to the left slightly and fell, a falling log that landed with a `thump' and curled right across my face from cheek to cheek. Grunting, he pushed out the end of it, and then looked round, grinning.
`How d'you like my shit?' Like it, don't you. Like having me take a big dirty shit on your face.'
I moaned and gave another thumbs-up.
Good, cos I ain't finished yet. I still got a load more for you.'
He pushed and puckered his dirty hole out again with a tiny fart, and then again and again.
`Here it comes,' he breathed.
His hole opened again and he began pushing out another sturdy turd, thinner than his first, still smooth and rich chocolaty brown. A couple of inches snapped off and added to the hot, heavy pile on my face, and then another. It kept on coming. He squatted over me, grunting in satisfaction as his shit slid from him. Suddenly another lump fell right across my nose and I couldn't breathe. Dizzy, overwhelmed by the sensation I shook my head, whimpering as his pile slid off down my cheek, leaving me breathing clear air, moaning again as his shit smell hit me afresh. Then another falling lump landed, and another and another, until I had a second small pile of smooth, slim turds on my brown face. He stopped again. A bit of piss dribbled from his stiff cock. I thought that was it, but then he strained and did a little dry fart.
`Gonna finish my shit now.'
I couldn't believe he had more; more of his hot, slimy, awesome-smelling shit. I worshipped his bottom; his sticky, shit-crusted hole that began to push open once again. A slim, stick-like turd slipped cleanly out and flopped onto his pile, and then with a bit more pushing another little nugget. He gave a contented sigh.
`I'm done. You gonna wipe my ass for me?'
If I could have spoken I'd have said I'd be honoured to clean his hole for him, but I just reached for the tissues and got to work.
`Mmm, that's nice ... feels nice having you wipe me.'
His hole was quite dirty and it took a lot of tissues to get him clean enough that only a faint brown stain came way when I rubbed. When I'd finished he spun round, breathing hard and wanking his thick cock. I began to wank too, looking up at his red face and his frantic wanking, grunting and moaning louder and louder as he got nearer to coming, until finally I spurted all over his back and bottom and he shot his load all across my dirty face.
Fucking loved that,' he grinned when we'd cleaned up. Wanna take my shit again sometime?'
`It'd be a privilege to be your toilet whenever you need it! Love to have you do it on me again. Just say the word...'
`Okay then, I will.'
I never heard from him again.
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