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Matty's Adventures
Chapter Three
The next time came sooner than Matty expected. He was in the library one morning when Eoin messaged to say he was in the area and he needed a shit. He wasn't keen on the thought of doing it in his room, where one of his friends might come round. But then, he could always pretend to be out or busy, and since Eoin lived with his family opportunities to meet at his house were going to be few and far between. The chance was just too good to miss, and he messaged Eoin back with the block and room number, and hastened back there. Twenty minutes later Eoin arrived, horny and full. Matty knelt on the floor behind him as he squatted in the shower, and then when he'd wiped Eoin's bottom for him they wanked off together over his pile. Afterwards he had to go to his classes, with that self-conscious feeling again. He felt guilty, even, and he even resolved not to do it again at one point, but then one day the following week Eoin messaged him and they did it again, and then again a few days later.
Every time he came so hard he had to clench his teeth to stop himself crying out. He couldn't wank while Eoin was actually shitting or he'd have cum instantly. Instead his dick throbbed and jerked of its own accord while Eoin grunted and leaned forward a little to push out his firm, tube-like turds. They curled and squelched and hissed out of him and piled up on the floor in a ragged, curled heap, the most obscenely sexy thing Matty had ever seen. If anything the smell turned him on even more. He'd shut the door to keep it in, and now it filled the little room like steam from the shower. He'd always liked the aroma a hot guy left in the toilet, but this was a thousand times sexier. The last time, before he even wiped Eoin's bottom, he leaned down a bit and sniffed deeply, and whimpered with desire. Eoin turned around and knelt over him, wanking slowly.
'Mmm! You really like my shit, don't you!'
Matty nodded, his eyes fixated on Eoin's big curled turds, inhaling his smell and dribbling pre-cum. Eoin's talk of being a guy's toilet last time had opened another door in his mind, and he'd been wanking off while fantasising about Eoin shitting on him. Now he imagined how it would feel to take this big load on his chest or his tummy, or his cock, or even his face. He'd seen a guy's profile on his favourite website who'd said he loved to get his face covered in shit. Now the thought of pressing his face into Eoin's steaming pile made him whimper. Eoin's voice seemed to come from far away.
'Sniff it. Go on, really sniff it. Have a proper fucken' smell of my shit. Ooh, yeah, like that! Nice...?'
Matty nodded again. All of a sudden the word came to him to describe how he felt just then, and it was 'submissive.' He was worshipping gorgeous Eoin and his big healthy dump, and right then he'd have done anything for him. He wanted to be his toilet and take his shit straight from his hunky arse. He sniffed again, and Eoin chuckled sexily as he moaned and dribbled cum.
'Feels so good taking a shit for you, seeing how much you get off on it,' he said. 'I'll shit on you sometime, if you want...?'
It was as if he'd read Matty's mind, and Matty could only nod and sniff and whimper again, nearly cumming at the thought. Eoin was looking at him intently.
'I wanna see you shit again too,' he said. 'Love your big stinky shits. Gonna do another one for me sometime...?'
'Yeah, definitely!'
'Good! I'll try an' find out when me parents are next away, an' we can have a proper session. Now, gonna wipe me arse...?'
Matty felt as if he was in a dream as he wiped Eoin's bottom for him. He did it the same way as he wiped himself; slowly from front to back, digging his fingers well in, and then to and fro a bit more quickly when the paper came away less stained. Eoin grunted with enjoyment, and asked Matty to do it harder. He liked his bumhole really nice and clean after he'd been for a shit, so he always finished off by giving himself a last vigorous rub, and now he grunted with enjoyment as Matty did it. He was as turned on as he'd ever been, especially since playing here in his room felt risky and naughty. As soon as he was done Eoin turned around, fingering his cock, and the two horny young guys wanked off together until they shot all over Eoin's reeking brown pile.
A couple of Sundays later he was on the bus across town again. It was before 9 in the morning and the top deck was deserted, and after a furtive look around in case there was a security camera nearby he couldn't resist giving his semi a quick rub and massage through his jogging pants. He thought back dreamily on how the previous afternoon his teammate Craig had gone for a dump before their match, and afterwards he'd gone in and smelled it, and had a quick wank. He was horny again now, though, and he needed a shit. It was twenty-four hours since he'd last been, and he'd eaten a lot the day before. He always did on Saturdays, but that day the team had been out for a meal after the game, and then he'd got a takeaway on his way home later, when he was drunk. He hadn't dared have a cup of coffee that morning, but even so the pressure was building up in his chute and he'd started farting. The smell wasn't as rank as it sometimes was, and the need to shit was building up nice and slowly. He was going to take quite a solid dump, he reckoned; probably a big, satisfying one for Eoin to wank over. Eoin's family were away for the weekend and they'd been planning this for a few days. Eoin had stayed in the night before, watching films and smoking weed. That had given him the munchies and he'd gone and got a pizza. When Matty had messaged him to say he needed a shit he messaged straight back saying he was going to as well, and that Matty should get himself over there as soon as he could. Now Matty got fully hard in his pants as he anticipated doing some of the awesomely kinky things they'd been talking about. Then he realised the bus was getting near to Eoin's estate, and he had to think of something else so it would subside before he got off the bus. He needed a shit badly, and he had to clench his bottom up a bit as he hastened up the street.
Eoin's parents were cool about him smoking dope, and they let him do it in his room so long as the door was shut. Eoin had rolled a joint while Matty was on his way over, and when he arrived he made them a cup of coffee and led the way upstairs. Matty sat down on a beanbag, leaning back with his legs drawn well up; a position that often helped when he was holding in a load. Eoin leaned forward and passed him the joint, and looked him up and down, grinning slyly.
'You really need a shit, don't you.'
'Er ... yeah, I do,' admitted Matty. 'What about you?'
'Yeah I'm starting to as well. That's why I made this coffee, to bring it on. I ate so many carbs yesterday, with that pizza. Feel really fucken' full!'
'Cool. Ooh ... oh I'm gonna fart!'
Matty's chute was filling up fast now. He leaned back and screwed his face up and let out some of the gas in a sonorous fart, but the pressure quickly built up again, and soon he was shuffling about on the beanbag, trying to find a position that eased his discomfort. A few more little farts escaped him. Eoin grinned again as he watched Matty squirm, sniffed at his farts and pawed at his cock through his jeans. He loved being with a guy who was desperate to shit, and handsome Matty looked so cute and so undignified as he wriggled and screwed up his face. Eoin's own shit was filling up his back passage and his dick was throbbing. Realising that the time had come, he leaned forward and cleared his throat. Matty looked round, swallowing anxiously.
'I fucken' love seeing you desperate for a shit like that,' said Eoin, his voice all low in his excitement and his sexy Irish accent even more obvious. 'And I'm really startin' to need one too now. And .... I'm gonna fart. Want it...?'
Matty nodded and sat up on the beanbag, and Eoin got up off his bed, fumbled with his belt and pulled down his pants. He thrust his naked bottom back so that it was right in Matty's face, and let out a couple of loud farts. Matty inhaled the smell eagerly. He'd been havering a bit about the plan he and Eoin had made as they'd chatted and wanked on video call a few days earlier, but now he knew he was going through with it. Eoin was going to shit on him. The thought horrified him, but it also turned him on harder than anything else he could think of. His head was spinning and his heart raced, and he whimpered as another rasping fart hit him.
'Yeah!' breathed Eoin as he straightened up. 'Like that? Want my shit, then?'
'Yes! Oh fucking hell yes I want it. But ... oh Eoin, I really need a shit!'
'Okay. We'll go in a minute. Let's just finish this joint first.'
The tension was like nothing Matty had ever felt as they sat and smoked. Both of them needed to shit urgently now and the smell of their farts hung around them. Matty's hard-on was uncomfortable in his pants, and Eoin's crotch was bulging. He massaged it and grinned sexily as he handed Matty the joint for the last time, and sat in silence watching Matty smoke, until finally he reached out with a trembling hand and crushed the end out in the ashtray. The long awaited moment had finally arrived, and they both stood up.
'Strip,' said Eoin softly. 'Get naked for me.'
Everything felt unreal to Matty as he stripped; everything except Eoin's eyes, watching him intently, and the heavy, physical discomfort in his bowels. Eoin smiled as Matty turned to him and pulled down his pants, showing off his throbbing erection. Then he too got up, peeled off his T-shirt and pulled down his jeans once more. He too was rock hard. The two horny lads stood and looked at one another for a moment, and then Eoin took Matty's hand and led him across the landing and into the bathroom. There he lifted the lid of the toilet and motioned Matty to sit down on it backwards, facing the wall with his bare bottom hanging over the front. It'd be easier on his legs than squatting, so he could take more time over his shit. He knelt down on the floor behind him, eyes fixed on Matty's smooth, white cheeks and slightly hairy crack, and above it the long curve of his back. He sat there for a few seconds, his pink hole clenched up tight, wincing as the pressure inside him became exquisitely painful. Eoin leaned in closer.
'Now...' he breathed. 'Ready...? Go on, take a shit...'
Matty needed no second bidding. He bowed his head, and let out an ecstatic sigh as he eased himself. His turd felt thick and lumpy, and so pleasurable as it stretched his hole. Slowly he grew a long brown tail, revelling in the sensation and the weight of the long brown column that hung from his arse. The smell started to thicken around them. Then his turd slid out a little further, snapped off and dropped onto the floor with a loud thud. Above it Matty gave a little involuntary push and did another one that slid fluidly out of him and dropped on top of the first. His hole squeezed shut and he grunted with pleasure, and the exquisite pressure inside him built up again as another turd slid down towards the exit. Behind him Eoin was wanking and talking dirty, saying how he loved watching Matty do a big shit like this, and how fucking nice it smelled. Then when Matty grunted and started to shit again he leaned right in so his face was just inches from the action. The slimy crackle and squeaking sounds rang in his ears, and then Matty grunted, farted and pushed out a load of sludgier shit, and the stink nearly made him gag. The sheer foulness of this hot sporty lad's shit was awesome! He looked down at Matty's pile, his big logs covered in smooth brown mush, and up to where his dirty brown hole was still flaring. He strained again and let out a bubbling, wet fart, and finished his shit with a series of gooey little lumps.
'Mmm!' breathed Eoin behind him. 'Big one! Jaysus your shit stinks. So fucken' nice! Now, want me to wipe your arse for you?'
Matty's dick throbbed and he felt as if he was about to cum. Eoin wiped him clean, but then after that he kept rubbing at him gently and probing at his ringpiece. It felt wonderful and it made him moan out loud, and it was even better when Eoin discarded the toilet roll and started to tickle him with his finger. All of a sudden he had that empty feeling he always got when he was about to be fucked; that burning desire to have a big cock inside him. When Eoin thrust his finger right up his arse he squealed with pleasure and writhed on the seat. Eoin got up and stood behind him, mouth almost in his ear as he finger-fucked him and tickled his prostate, telling him how he loved his dirty arsehole and he wanted to fuck him when he'd been for a big smelly shit. When he pulled his finger back out of Matty's arse it was brown all over.
'I fucken' need to go too now,' he hissed. 'Ready to be my toilet?'
Matty was still in a daze, edging constantly and whimpering incoherently. His bottom felt all dirty again as he stood up, stepping carefully over his brown pile on the floor. He was shaking all over as he got into the bath and lay down. Eoin washed his finger quickly in the basin and then stood over him, massaging his cock, horny and handsome and so masculine. Then when he turned around and lowered himself down onto the side of the bath, the cheeks of his arse parting to show off his hole. He sat himself down and shuffled back so his arse hung over Matty's chest, reached down and ran his fingers over his cock and balls.
'Ooh!' moaned Matty. 'Oh Eoin, stop ... stop or I'll cum!'
Eoin drew his hand away and grunted softly, and Matty tensed up all over in anticipation. He felt utterly degraded, and yet he wanted Eoin's shit more than he'd ever wanted anything. The sense of submission was total.
'Ready?' asked Eoin. 'Want my shit now?'
'Oh yes, yes...'
'Good. Uh ... oh, here it comes...'
His bottom relaxed and his hole flared a little, and he farted. The bitter smell hit Matty at once, mingling with his own ripe stink, and he whimpered. Then Eoin gave a satisfied grunt as his hole opened further, and his shit started to come out. His turd was thick and solid at first and he had to push it gently out, grunting with satisfaction as he sat with a thick, pointed end sticking out of him, and then drawing breath and pushing it out a little further. A crack started to widen across the top of it, and Matty tensed up as it bent downwards towards him, its faint smell tickling his nostrils. Then it snapped and dropped between his nipples, and he gasped. Above him Eoin gave another little strain and the turd sticking out of him started to slide slowly out, with a wet crackle and little hissing farts. Matty watched in awe as Eoin grew a thick, smooth tail that grew longer and longer, until it was hanging heavily right above his chest, swaying slightly as Eoin fidgeted. The smell hit Matty in full force and set him off whimpering, and then Eoin's turd came out further and touched down. It was hot and slimy, and it spread out and grew heavier as more came out. Slowly it bent backwards, squelching softly, with a big crack opening up, until it broke and dropped. It bent double as it fell so that its broken ends jutted out to the side.
Matty's dick was going crazy, bobbing about and dribbling as he edged. He was Eoin's toilet, submitting to him utterly, and it felt wonderful. His shit was hot and heavy, deliciously foul, and the smell was driving him wild. Above him Eoin gave a little strain and grunt, his hole flared out, and another smooth brown tube descended on Matty. It tapered off a little and snapped, and he moaned as it landed and toppled over, its end right up under his chin. Another ragged turd curled out of Eoin and dropped onto the pile, and then a little brown worm. Eoin leaned forward, picked up the toilet roll from the floor, and held it down to Matty.
'That's it. I'm done,' he said. 'Now, you gotta wipe me arse for me.'
Matty wiped Eoin with trembling hands. From far above him came Eoin's voice, telling him what a good toilet he was and how nice it felt having his bum wiped for him. As soon as Matty had finished he stood up, turned around, and looked down on what he'd done. He grinned faintly sadistically at the sight of Matty lying there, beaten and submissive, with a big pile of shit on his chest.
'Wank off now,' he said. 'Spunk all over yourself.'
Eoin began to wank too, quick and excited and breathing hard. It didn't take long. Both the boys were so turned on that within seconds they were both on the short strokes. Then Eoin's face contorted and he rained sticky cum all over Matty, at the same moment as he shot all over himself.
Cleaning up took a while. Matty took a shower with plenty of disinfectant and antibacterial soap whilst Eoin bagged up the shit and paper ready for the bin, and then he too got in the shower. Afterwards they went and sat in his room, and he rolled another joint.
'That was fucken' awesome, wasn't it,' he grinned as he lit it.
'Yeah it really was. Now I see what you meant about feeling submissive. It's ... I've never felt anything like it! Such a buzz!'
'Yeah it is, isn't it. Feels so good being the top as well, hearing how you were enjoying it and everything. Wanna do it again?'
'Yes! And maybe next time...'
'Uh-huh?'
'Um, well, I'm not sure I'll go through with this. Might be a bit too much. But ... I wanna take it in the face!'
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