Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2019 06:09:28 +0000
From: namab mass <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: liam - chapter 31

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-One


Liam lay naked on the floor with his dick pulsing, his goggles on and his
mouth taped up.  Aaron was squatting across him, his hole all puckered up
tight as he held in his load.

'When did you last shit?' Olly asked, in that dominant, husky voice of his.

'Nearly three days,' grunted Aaron.  'I'm fuckin' desperate!'

'Good.  I want you to do a really fucking big one; cover his face in it.
Really big smelly shit.  Then I'm gonna do it too.  Want that, Liam?'

Liam nodded and held up his thumb.  His face was their toilet, and he was
going to lie and take whatever their arses gave him.  The prospect was
awesome, and his dick began to bounce as Aaron's hole slowly opened.

'Yeah!  Go on Aaron, do it now.  Take a big fucking dump on his face.  Mm
... yeah, go on, push it all out ... oh yeah, big one!'

Aaron was a bit constipated again, and his turd was hard and nuggety.  One
hot, hard lump after another bounced off Liam's face and pattered onto the
floor as he lay still and Aaron grunted and strained above him.  But then
the nuggets stopped dropping away and the log that followed them was thick
and cracked.  Liam whimpered as its broken end advanced on him and the
smell began to thicken.  He edged madly as it touched down, its end slid to
his left cheek, and then it dropped right across his face.  Another one
followed it, and landed across the first like a cross, with its end on his
chin and its snapped-off end right below his eye.  Above him Aaron's hole,
now a little dirty, puckered in and out.

'Now,' said Olly softly.  'Liam's fed a guy his shit, and I never have.
You still gonna introduce me to your mate?  And watch as he eats my shit?'

Liam held up his thumb again.  He'd been expecting this, for they'd been
talking about Alfie before Aaron had arrived, and Olly's eyes had lit up at
the prospect of feeding him.  Liam just wanted to watch as Alfie opened
wide for Olly, whose shits were bigger and much smellier than either his or
Charlie's.  The prospect made his dick jerk even harder.  Then Aaron began
to strain and push his hole open, he farted sharply, strained again, and
another big turd hissed and crackled from deep inside him.  One big lump
pulled away from it, dropped and blinded Liam's left eye, and the rest
toppled forward across his mouth.  His rank smell gassed Liam, and as more
and more piled up on his face and slid down his cheeks he fought
desperately to stop himself cumming.  He lay with his head spinning as
Aaron wiped above him and dropped used, crumpled toilet paper onto his
face.  A piece fell over his other eye and blinded him entirely.

Then Aaron stood up and moved aside, and he felt Olly take his place.  The
world collapsed in on him at once.  Olly's shit stank: even by his
standards it reeked, and its wonderful foulness made Liam gag.  His big
turds thudded and squelched onto what Aaron had done, squashing shit down
his cheeks and rolling off in all directions.  His face was covered, it was
in his hair and up his nose and sliding down his chin and onto his neck.
It seemed to go on forever.  Then as Olly let go a big, ripe fart and
buried him in another surge of soft turds he lost control completely,
yelped and cried into his gag, and shot his cum all over the place.


* * * * *


The following Saturday morning Liam woke up with a horrendous hangover
after a night out with the football team.  He took a couple of aspirins and
went back to sleep for a bit.  When he woke up again the headache had
subsided and he no longer felt queasy, so he threw some clothes on, went
downstairs and made himself a cup of coffee.  As he sat in the living room
drinking it he started to need a shit.  He ignored it for a bit, hoping it
would fade away.  The day before he'd been making arrangements finally to
get Alfie and Olly together, and if a big session was possible he wanted to
be full.  It was no good, though: the pressure in his bowels grew stronger,
and eventually he gave up and went upstairs to the bathroom.  As he got to
the top of the stairs he saw Louis go in, looking pale and groggy, and very
much the worse for wear.  No wonder, he reflected, as he sat on his bed and
listened to Louis taking a long, slow shit: he'd been very drunk and he'd
fallen over a couple of times on the way home.  His own need to shit was
subsiding a bit by then, although he still wouldn't make it through to the
afternoon.  Suddenly there was a thump and a frantic scuffle, a loud retch
and a splattering sound, and then another, and a muffled groan.  At that
moment footsteps sounded on the landing, and someone came up and knocked on
the bathroom door.

'You going to be long?'

It was George's voice, fluent and precise and well-spoken.  He'd stayed
over again after he and Haydn had been out, and Liam had been hoping he'd
go to the toilet in the morning.  The smell of handsome, clean-cut George's
shit was so fucking erotic.

'Yeah.'  Louis's voice was choked, and he retched before he spoke again.
'Can't stop throwing up.'

Liam could just imagine him kneeling over the toilet with his bottom not
yet wiped, throwing up onto his shit.  George hung around on the landing,
and the germ of an idea came to Liam.  He put his phone discreetly under
his bed with the camera running, pointing into the room but in a wire
basket of books and random junk, half-covered by a pair of boxers.  He
looked back at it from across the room to check it was almost out of sight,
and then opened the door, to see George shuffling from foot to foot in
discomfort.

'What's up?' he asked.

'Louis's being sick,' George said coyly.  'And I need the loo.'

'Oh.  Well, you can just piss in the mop bucket or something.  No-one'll
mind, and you can just wash it out afterwards.'

'Er ... no, it's not that,' said George, looking embarrassed.  'I really
need a poo!'

'Oh,' said Liam as casually as he could, although his heart beat a little
faster.  'You really desperate?'

'Yeah.'  He screwed up his face and squirmed a bit.  'I ... I'm gonna have
to do it.  Have to go in the garden or something...'

'Nah, you can't do that.  Neighbours'll see you.  Just do it in a bag or
something and bin it.  Where's Haydn?'

'He's still in bed.'

'Ah, and so's Will.  Um, well, you'll have to use my room.  There's a
couple of carrier bags on my desk you can use.'

'What, go and do it in your room?!'

'Well, where else are you gonna go?  S'okay.  I'll go and make myself a
cuppa tea...'

'Oh thanks Liam.  I'm so sorry about this.  Oh, er ... have you any tissues
or something to... y'know...'

'Yeah, there's a box on the bedside table.'

'Cheers.'

George smiled awkwardly, clearly very embarrassed by the whole thing, and
scuttled into Liam's room, shutting the door behind him.  Liam smiled
slyly, went back downstairs and put the kettle on, crossing his fingers and
hoping George wouldn't notice the phone, or go somewhere out of its line of
view.  His heart was still fluttering a little, and the thought of George
squatting in his room made his dick stiffen in his pants.  He was just
stirring his tea when Louis came into the room, all bleary-eyed and still
looking ill, and rummaged in the cupboard under the sink.

'What you looking for?'

'Bleach, and a bin bag.  I ... well, I was having a shit and I was gonna
spew, but I hadn't finished ... I've gone and crapped on the floor while I
was puking.'

He bustled upstairs to clean up after himself, and a minute or two later
George came down.  Liam's throat tightened as he heard him on the stairs,
and for a moment he had horrible visions of having to explain away the
camera.  Then George bustled into the kitchen, looking all coy and
clutching a tied-up carrier bag.  Through the white plastic Liam could
clearly see a big, cracked turd.

'Okay?' he asked warily.

'Er yeah,' said George, with a bashful grin.  'Thanks for letting me
... erm, I've opened the window.'

'Cool.  Is my phone up there?  Can't find it...'

'Didn't see it, no.  Er ... I'd best go and bin this.'

He went outside to the dustbin, and Liam shot upstairs.  He got hard as
soon as he got into his room, for even though George had opened the window
it was still full of his thick, rounded aroma, with that same harsher edge
to it that Liam had smelled in the toilet the last time he'd stayed over
after a night drinking.  His phone was right where he'd left it with the
camera still running.  He pocketed it and disappeared into the bathroom.
That too stank, this time of bleach and Louis's hangover shit, and there
was a big wet patch on the floor where he'd cleaned up.  He dropped his
pants and sat down on the toilet, and as his turds splashed into the water
he played back the video.

His phone had a good microphone, and it had clearly picked up the
conversation on the landing.  Liam skipped on a bit and heard himself tell
George about the tissues and clatter downstairs.  Then there was the sound
of the door shutting, and George's legs came into view.  He fumbled around
on the desk for a few seconds.  Then he dropped a flattened carrier bag
onto the carpet, right in front of the camera.  Liam grinned broadly: his
little plan seemed to have worked.  George moved to one side and pulled off
his jeans and pants.  The backs of his hairy legs came back into view, and
then he squatted down just a couple of feet from the phone, facing
diagonally away from the camera and giving Liam the perfect view.  His arse
was beautiful; broader than his slim figure suggested; smooth and peachy
and slightly tanned, with his wrinkled little hole fringed with dark hairs.

He shuffled on his feet a little, getting as comfortable as he could and
probably holding the edge of the desk to steady himself. Then his arse
seemed to swell a little as he relaxed with a long, quiet sigh, and his
hole began to pucker outwards.  He farted softly, and then his shit began
to peep out.  It was a gorgeous, tawny brown colour.  A long point nosed
slowly from him, paused, and then pulled away and dropped onto the bag with
a soft, rustling thud, leaving him with a broken end sticking out.  He
grunted softly and it came out a bit further, a bigger lump broke away and
dropped, more loudly this time.  Behind it his log nosed out, all cracked
and solid at first, but then the first few inches dropped away and what
came out behind it was smoother and lighter.  It came more quickly too,
with a lovely slimy crackle.  He did a big banana-shaped turd that was
almost touching the ground before its end slid fluidly out of him and it
thudded onto the plastic.  He let out a little grunt of relief.  Liam
stroked his rock-hard cock as he watched.  George squatted in silence for a
space, then puckered his hole out with a wet little fart, pulled it in
again, and then pushed it out once more with another rasping puff of gas.
He grunted softly and pushed out another smooth turd that curled to the
left as it came out of him and left a brown smear across the inside of his
cheek, then headed straight downwards.  It snapped off just below him, he
paused, and then pushed out the sinuous, curled end.  Again he paused, and
Liam heard him sniff a couple of times, as if he was self-conscious of the
smell he was making.  His dirty hole opened again, and he let out a long,
snaky turd that curled around as it dropped.  Then he levered himself
upright and wiped his arse, carefully dropping each wad of folded,
crumpled, stained paper onto the bag, until it half-covered the big brown
pile he'd made.  Liam couldn't resist it.  As soon as he'd watched George
pick up the bag, fold it up and put it inside the other one he put the
phone down and wanked off, still sitting on the toilet.  He was back in his
room, cutting the beginning and end of the video and uploading it to his
computer, when his phone bleeped, and Olly's name flashed up on the
display.


* * * * *


'I hope it'll be okay,' said Olly softly as the bus pulled away from a stop
a few hours later.  'I mean, if he doesn't fancy me, or he doesn't wanna do
it...'

'Don't worry about it,' said Liam complacently.  'He's seen your picture,
after all, and he's a nice guy.  It'll be fine.'

'Hope so ... I'll have to find somewhere to go if not.  I'm really starting
to need the toilet!

It was fine.  Olly and Alfie got on straight away, and Liam couldn't help
noticing Alfie eyeing Olly up as they sat talking.  Then Olly started to
look a bit uncomfortable, and he shuffled in his seat a bit.  Alfie broke
off what he was saying and looked him full in the face, with one eyebrow
raised and a little smile spreading across his face.

'I, er...  I need a shit,' Olly said flatly.

'Mm!' grinned Alfie.  'Liam tells me you do really nice ones.  Is it gonna
be a big one?'

'Reckon so.  I've not been since yesterday.  Um ... my shit's pretty smelly
too.'

'Ooh nice!  Love guys who stink.  Wanna feed me?'

Olly nodded.  He looked nervous, Liam thought, as though feeding a guy for
the first time was a big deal for him.

'Good,' said Alfie.  'Everything's ready in the bathroom.  Ready to go...?'

He stood up, showing off a big bulge in the front of his jeans, and led the
way upstairs.  Liam was behind Olly as they claimed the stairs, eyes fixed
on his shapely arse that had unloaded its beautiful turds on his face so
many times.  His cock pressed hard against his jeans as he contemplated it,
and imagined what was about to happen.  The sense of unreality had
descended on him again, and his heart fluttered as he entered the bathroom,
where Alfie was already peeling off his T-shirt.  Then his hard-on sprang
out as he pulled down his pants, stepped out of them and stood naked.  Olly
stared at the rimseat in the middle of the room and swallowed nervously,
and then he too began to strip.  Alfie watched him intently, casting
approving looks at his toned body and his big cock.  Without a word he
dropped to his knees in front of Olly and took his cock in his mouth.  Liam
stripped naked, watching Alfie sucking Olly, and then turning him round and
getting him to bend over so he could get his tongue in and lick his arse.
Olly's mouth fell open, and he gasped with pleasure.

'Mm!' breathed Alfie, his face still buried in Olly's crack.  'Mm, you got
such a nice musky arse.  I wanna eat your shit!'

'Yeah,' grunted Olly.  'I really gotta shit.'

Alfie gave him another long, deep lick, then broke away, took some poppers,
and lay down under the rimseat.  Olly stepped over and straddled him, and
then slowly sat down, wriggling himself into a comfortable position to take
a dump, with his elbows resting on his knees.  Below him Alfie took another
big sniff of the poppers.  Liam knelt down next to them with his cock
bouncing.

'Now,' whispered Alfie.  'Nice and slow...'

He opened his mouth wide.  Above him Olly swallowed nervously again, and
then he bowed his head a little, pursed his lips and grunted.  His arse
heaved and his hole slowly began to dilate, and his shit peeped through.
It was his usual sandy brown colour, glistening where the light caught it.
The rounded end jutting from him paused for a second or two as Alfie lay
panting, with his mouth wide open, and then Olly's hole opened wider and
his thick, smooth turd started to slide out.  It grew from him like a tail
until it was just above Alfie's waiting mouth, and then paused again.  His
thick smell teased Liam's nostrils and set his dick twitching again.  Then
he gave another little push, and it dropped right into Alfie's mouth and
curled back towards his nose.  Alfie shuddered all over, retched softly,
and then closed his eyes and bit down into it with a vile squelching sound.
He chewed at it relentlessly, slurping and gurgling, gagging as he
swallowed, and opened wide again to let the broken end jutting up above his
lips fall into his crammed mouth.  He began to chew again, with his eyes
watering.  Olly looked down between his legs.

'Okay?  I really need to do some more!'

'Ugh,' grunted Alfie, and swallowed mightily again.  'Hold it ... just a
bit.'

He swallowed a couple of times, and then opened his brown lips once more.
Seeing this Olly grunted and curled out another one that crammed his mouth
once more.  He began to chew, retching constantly, and as he started to
swallow he retched and gurgled, and a little sick ran down his cheek.  He
paused a second, composing himself, then set about his task once more with
his dick dancing and dribbling.

'Oh,' he gasped as he swallowed a load more.  'Ugh.  Oh your shit fucking
stinks.  Tastes so fucking rank.  Let me take some more poppers...'

Olly turned and grinned at Liam as he sat with his dirty hole pulled in
tight.  He seemed to be getting into it now, really enjoying feeding Alfie
his shit.  His stink filled the room, and it grew even stronger as Alfie
opened wide once more and he dumped another slimy, glistening clod into his
mouth.

'Oh man, you really can eat shit, can't you,' he smiled, looking down
between his legs.

'Yeah!'  gasped Alfie, swallowing another lump.  'Takes a lot of practice.
Fucking hell your shit's nasty.  So fucking strong!  You nearly done?'

'Nearly.'

'Go on then.  Let me have it.'

Olly's shit was softer now, and it came out faster.  Alfie was nearly sick
again as it filled his mouth, and he chomped and swallowed frantically to
keep up with Olly's flow.  He had a mound sticking up above his lips and it
was about to start sliding down his cheeks when finally the mushy torrent
ended in a juicy wet fart.  Olly grinned at Liam again, and then looked
down to where Alfie was fighting to eat his load, with his eyes watering as
he swallowed it down.

'Last one,' he said softly.

He farted again as he opened up and dropped a couple of little lumps, and
then it was over and Alfie lay there gasping for breath.  He began to wank,
and craned his head up to lick the shit away from around Olly's hole.  Olly
gave a little sigh of pleasure as he did it, wanking too now, and then
suddenly he jumped up, spun around and shot his cum all over Alfie's shitty
mouth.



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