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Matty's Adventures
Chapter Five
Matty woke up the next morning with a fuzzy head. For a moment he wondered where he was, until Eoin fidgeted in his sleep next to him, grunted softly and began to snore, and only then did he remember what had happened the day before. After they'd cleaned up they'd spent part of the day lazing around at Eoin's place, smoking and talking and getting to know one another better. They got on well, Matty thought: it didn't feel like there was anything serious going to develop between them, but they liked each other well enough and they fancied each other a bit too. Or, at least, he had the hots for Eoin and would have done even if it wasn't for the scat thing: he wasn't sure if Eoin was quite the same. Later they'd gone into town for a drink and ended up wandering home drunk, late in the evening. They'd eaten loads. Eoin had made them something to eat in the early afternoon, and then in the evening they'd eaten at an all-you-can-eat buffet restaurant. Matty smiled inwardly as he remembered him coming back to the table with another heaped plate, and chuckling that it'd make him block the toilet the next morning. It was the only time they'd even hinted at scat all evening. Now Matty's mind turned to what was no doubt going to happen later that morning, and his dick grew hard as Eoin snored quietly next to him.
They got up an hour or so later, and had some toast and a cup of coffee. They were sitting in Eoin's room, still drinking it, when Matty began to need a shit. He didn't have a hangover but he could feel he'd been drinking, and that usually made him need to go early. He'd eaten so much at that buffet place too: they both had. The pressure in his bowels got steadily stronger, and soon a big dump was pushing hard at his back door; a smelly, gassy hangover shit. He couldn't stop himself getting hard, Eoin was starting to need a shit too, but as usual his felt firmer, and it came on more slowly. He sat and stroked Matty's thigh, wanked him slowly through his pants, and sniffed at his ripe little farts. Then when he too needed to fart he got up and pulled down his pants, thrust his arse back towards Matty and did it right in his face.
'Get your nose right in there. Another one's coming...' He farted again. 'Oh... Smell nice?'
Matty nodded eagerly. He had that intensely submissive feeling again, and the prospect of Eoin squatting across him made his dick throb. They lay down on the bed together, wanking and teasing each other as Matty started to squirm.
'Oh I need a shit so bad...' he moaned.
'Yeah!' breathed Eoin, right in his face, tugging hard at his cock. 'Wanna watch your do it on your knees; take a shit on all fours, like an animal!'
Matty nodded again. His head was rushing and his dick was throbbing, and he had a big splash of pre-cum soaking through at the head of his cock when they got up. It dripped from his bell-end as he got pulled down his pants. Then Eoin took his hand and led him across to the bathroom, knelt down in the corner, and motioned Matty to kneel in front of him with his top half in the doorway and his arse over the plastic bag he put down in front of him. Matty shook with excitement as he knelt down, his back arched and his legs well apart. For a moment he knelt there, breathing hard and edging and revelling in the painful fullness in his chute.
'Uh...' he grunted. 'Uh ... ooh ... oh fuck!'
He almost came as he let go. His dump was huge and semi-solid, it came out quickly, and it felt fantastic as it forced its way through his hole. He did a long, smooth log, and then his shit grew a bit looser, and lump after lump of it snapped off and dropped onto the bag. The squelch and crackle and soft thuds seemed tremendously loud. Looking back past his throbbing dick he watched his turds pile up, and Eoin wanking as he watched and listened, and sniffed deeply as the smell hit him.
'Ooh, Matty! Cor, that fucken' stinks man!'
Matty's chute was still emptying, his hole dropping little brown lumps onto the pile he'd made. He gave a push and more surged out. It was soft and sludgy, like cowshit, and he covered his pile in it, grunting with relief. The stink filled the room and rolled out onto the landing. He strained again and did a big wet fart, and finished his shit in a succession of wet, snaky little turds.
He stayed kneeling there as Eoin wiped his arse for him, pure filth coming from his mouth about how he loved Matty's nasty shit and how the stink was turning him on, and how he was gonna squat over him soon and make him his toilet. He wiped slow and deep at first, and dug his fingers well in to clean the brown residue from Matty's hole. Then when the paper came away with only lighter smears he did it a bit harder, and harder still so that he was rubbing vigorously at Matty's arse. Matty moaned, and his dick jerked and dribbled onto the floor even though he wasn't touching it. Then he felt Eoin's hand on his arse, stroking his cheek and sliding in so that his fingertips tickled his crack and brushed against his satisfied, freshly clean hole. He moaned softly as Eoin fingered him.
'Ooh,' he sighed. 'Ooh yeah, keep doing that...'
'Like it...? Like me playing with your arse when you've been for a shit? Yeah? I need to go to soon too. Really need a shit. I'm getting real full, an' it feels all solid and nice, like when I'm gonna do one that blocks the toilet.'
Matty whimpered. He'd never been so turned on in his life.
'Now?' whispered Eoin. 'I wanna go to the toilet! You gonna take it in the face then, like you said...?'
'Ooh ... oh yes.'
'Good ... now, get a bag...'
Matty's hands shook as he spread another plastic bag on the floor for him to rest his head on. He had that surreal feeling again, as if everything was happening in a dream. Even Eoin's fingers in his crack and the stink from the brown pile he'd made felt as if they were being experienced by someone else. Then Eoin pushed the bag with his shit on it to one side.
'Lie down,' he said softly. 'Lie down and get ready...'
Matty gulped. It all felt crazily real, all of a sudden. Eoin was about to shit on his face. The thought of it disgusted him, even scared him a bit, but at the same time he wanted it to happen from the bottom of his heart, and his dick throbbed as he got into position, spread-eagled on the hard bathroom floor with his feet out of the door and his head on the bag. Eoin stood over him, wanking slowly, then straddled him and squatted slowly down. His arse descended on Matty, cheeks parting to show off his crack and hole, until it hovered right above his face. He was big and manly and dominant as he got ready to take a shit. Matty's mouth was dry and his heart was racing, and the sense of submission was total. The next few seconds seemed to last a lifetime as he waited, and then his stomach lurched as Eoin's hole flared out a little, let out a little rasping fart, then pinched shut again. Matty got the smell, only faint amid his own reek, but erotic beyond belief.
'Ooh,' sighed Eoin. 'Oh I need to shit ... it's coming ... oh are you ready?'
Matty whimpered and nodded again. His heart felt as if it was about to burst out of his chest, and his dick ached and throbbed. He felt sick with nerves as Eoin's arse relaxed above him, his hole twitched and started to flare open, uncovering the tip of his turd. Matty nearly panicked and scrambled out of the way, but he forced himself to lie still and clamp his mouth shut. Eoin reached down and put a hand on his tummy, and tickled the end of his cock for a second or two. Then he grunted contentedly, and together they passed the point of no return.
Matty kept his eyes open for as long as he dared, watching in horrified wonder as Eoin's lumpy brown column descended on him. It came quite slowly at first, and for a few seconds he had a blurred impression of Eoin's hole squeaking and hissing, rippling around its bulges and cracks, the glistening vivid brownness of his turd, and the raw smell that blasted up his nose and made him edge. Then Eoin's flow speeded up, and a big dark crack opened up. He closed his eyes quickly, and a split second later the brown avalanche landed. A hefty lump hit him right on the cheek and thudded to the floor, another right on the bridge of his nose that fell back over his eye, and then Eoin's gassy, squelching arse deposited a great sticky lump right across his mouth and the heat and stink of it made him retch.
'Oh yeah!' grunted Eoin, somewhere far above him. 'Fucken' shitting on your face!'
Matty's dick throbbed and twitched. His heart was pounding uncontrollably and his head was spinning, but at the same time his mind felt completely clear. The sheer foulness of what was happening was turning his stomach. It was truly disgusting and degrading, and yet on another level he was loving it. Eoin's shit felt wonderful, and serving as his toilet like this was the most erotic thing he'd ever done. He lay ecstatic and helpless, listening to Eoin's grunts as he pushed another turd down his chute.
Eoin farted on him; a sharp, loud one that added to the stink hanging around them. Then his arse started to hiss and squelch again, Matty tensed up, and a few seconds later the hot brown mudslide started up again. Heavy, gooey lumps hit him in the face and slid down his cheeks, and then his nose was blocked and he had to shake his head to the right to clear it. He squashed a bit of shit against his right cheek as he did, and retched in disgust.
'Nearly done now,' breathed Eoin. 'Here it comes...'
His turds were small and light now, and Matty sighed inwardly with relief. He couldn't have coped with another big one. Instead he lay all blissed out, and let Eoin finish his shit. His dick was still throbbing, and when Eoin's lithe fingers closed around it he gave a little jerk and a whimper.
'Ooh, you're gonna cum!'
Eoin's voice was all hoarse and sexy. He fingered the end of Matty's cock lightly, getting his fingers all sticky with the cum that was oozing out of it. Then he took it into his hand and started to wank him, and as he did so he farted again and did another couple of small turds. Matty was beyond caring now. His mind was whirling and he was going to cum, and it was all he could do to keep his mouth shut. Above him he could feel and hear Eoin wanking excitedly too. Then suddenly Eoin jumped up, held his dick down and came all over his shitted face, and seconds later Matty came too. He'd never cum so hard in his life, and he screamed out loud even though his lips were clamped shut as he shot all over his writhing body.
For days afterwards Matty couldn't stop relaying what had happened in his mind. He couldn't get over the feeling he'd had as Eoin shat on his face; the blind helplessness and total submission; the disgustingly ecstatic sensation as the world fell in on him; the weight and the sliminess and the heat and the smell. He'd always fantasised about guys he fancied shitting, of course, but now when he saw a hot guy he'd imagine himself lying on the floor, looking up the guy's arse as he squatted across his face. The very thought of it gave him a hard-on. He'd have to wait a bit before Eoin could do it again, though
One afternoon he started to need a shit during his first class after lunch. It was a workshop in a big computer lab on a subject he found interesting, and he was enjoying it, but even so he kept being distracted by the slowly mounting fullness in his bowels. It felt like a big, firm load, and the pressure on his prostate made his dick tingle. Distracted, he briefly eyeballed Harry, a tall, fresh-faced lad he'd always fancied a bit who was working opposite, and in his mind's eye he imagined his pert arse hovering over him. He wanted his face covered in shit again, he thought, and he wondered briefly whether he could hold it until he could go back to his room and squat in the shower. But no; by the end of the session he was busting for a shit, and he decided to head over to the library, have a dump in the toilets there, and then do some work for an hour before his last lecture of the day. He put his things in his bag and joined the little crowd at the door. In the corridor outside he found himself walking behind Harry and his friend.
'Coming for a coffee before that class?' Matty heard Harry's mate ask him.
'Er ... yeah, can do. I need the loo first though. Meet you there in a few minutes?'
'S'okay, I need a piss. I'll walk over there with you.'
'I'm going for a shit, but yeah if you don't mind waiting.'
Matty dropped back a bit, and followed a few paces behind as the two young men peeled off from the line filing through the exit door and went into the toilets. In this building they were small and bit tatty, with two narrow cubicles dead opposite the urinal. Harry's mate would be right there to see him go into the cubicle, and for a moment he felt all self-conscious, as if it was obvious to everyone what he was thinking. But he really needed a shit, and the chance to sit and do it next to pretty Harry was too good to miss. His heart was racing a bit as he opened the door.
The door of the farther cubicle was just shutting as Matty walked in, and in front of it the other lad looked up from undoing his flies. He moved along a bit to give Matty some space to piss, but instead Matty, blushing slightly and feeling more self-conscious than ever, nudged past him and into the other cubicle. Quickly he locked the door, put down his bag and pulled his jogging bottoms and boxer shorts down. Only a few feet away he could hear Harry undoing his belt, and in the other direction his mate was pissing audibly into the urinal. He sat down quietly and clenched up tight to hold in his own shit, and listened intently as Harry sat down next to him. Judging from the sound and the shadow on the floor, he reached down and fumbled his phone out of his pocket, sat back up. For a moment he wondered if Harry might try to hold it too, at least until his mate was using the dryer, but then he heard him draw his feet in a bit, and he breathed out audibly.
'Plip ...plop ... ploop, ploop, ploop ... plop.'
'Oh Harry, did yer have to?!' his mate laughed.
'Couldn't wait, sorry!'
'Ha ha, that was hanging! I'll wait outside!'
'Okay, I'll only be a minute.'
'Safe, man.'
Matty held on a bit longer while the lad washed his hands, and listened as Harry did a little hissing fart and another light plop. He was desperate for a shit, but he was growing a semi too at what he was hearing, and he was getting little whiffs of the smell as well. It was quite ripe, and Matty grew harder. Then the hand dryer started up and there was no point holding on any longer, and he let go and had a shit. Even over the roar of the dryer Harry must have heard him drop a big semi-solid load that splashed his bottom and made him grunt with relief. All of a sudden he couldn't smell Harry's shit but his own, thick and rank and nasty. He was still dumping when he dryer clicked off and the door banged, and the wet farts and plops sounded loud and clear in the room. Harry was already wiping his bottom. Maybe he was always quick about having a shit, mused Matty; or maybe he wanted to get away from whoever it was doing a nasty one next to him! Either way, he leaned forwards and watched the shadows move on the floor as Harry tore off some more paper, folded it carefully and reached around behind. He seemed to be doing it standing up, half-squatting with his bum sticking well out. Matty waited until he'd given himself a last quick rub and pulled his pants back up before he too wiped, and he timed it perfectly, so that just as he pulled his pants up the door banged shut. Quickly he popped out of his own cubicle and dived into the other one. The seat was still warm from Harry's bottom and thighs, he'd left a couple of big, light-coloured skidmarks, and the air was still thick with his warm smell. Matty's dick sprang to attention, and he only just managed to stop himself having a wank there and then. He did late that night, though, in bed, imagining cute Harry squatting across him and curling out his smelly, light-coloured turds all over his face,
Eoin gave him what he craved a few days later, when he messaged one day to say he was near the uni and needed a shit. Matty was still uneasy about playing in his room, but the chance was too good to miss, and the chance of someone knocking on the door just added to his excitement as he stripped naked and lay down in the little bathroom with his head in the shower, legs bent and feet right up against the opposite wall. His head spun and he felt sick with anticipation when Eoin came in after him, naked and fingering his cock, got into the shower and straddled him, and then squatted down. His dick was up and throbbing, and Eoin reached down and fingered it, and Matty let out a whimper. Right over his face Eoin's tight, wrinkled bumhole twitched and rippled out slightly, and he farted. The smell enveloped Matty and made him whimper again.
'Uh,' grunted Eoin. 'Here it comes...'
His hole twitched again a couple of times, squeezed in and then puckered slowly out, and the tip of his dark turd peeped through. Matty forced himself to keep his eyes open and watch as it pushed his hole open wider and started to slide out and descend on him like a glistening brown column. He only shut them when the end of it started to pull stickily away, and lay blind for a second or two listening to the soft hiss and drinking in the aroma before it hit him right between the eyes. The filthy sound right above him came again, and then a big log dropped right across both cheeks, and another hit the bridge of his nose and sank down across his mouth. The world was falling in on him, burying him under the slimy weight and gassing him with its hotness and stench. Frantically he batted Eoin's hand away from his jerking, dribbling cock.
Somewhere high above him Eoin began to talk, his lilting voice all low and sexy. He still needed a shit, and Matty was gonna have to wait til it came. He loved shitting on Matty, covering his cute face in his big dirty shit and seeing him get off on it; loved how he was nearly cumming even though he wasn't touching himself, and how some day he wanted to squat down and shit on his cock. Matty could only lie and listen to the stream of pure dirt, and wait for what seemed like a lifetime before Eoin began to grunt once more, and curled out a long, snaky turd onto his pile. As it slid out he reached down and touched Matty's dick again, and Matty came at once. He couldn't help himself. He managed to stifle his muffled scream, but his whole body convulsed as he shot all over himself.
'Oh, I forgot,' Eoin said half an hour later, as he went to put his coat on. 'You free the weekend after next? They're all going away again at home. They're off Thursday night, and back Monday.'
'Erm ... Sunday I'm playing rugby I think. Saturday's good though, and I don't have classes on Friday either, come to think of it. Are you thinking...?'
'Ha ha, course I am! Cool. I'll message ya then, and we can have some fun!'
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