Date: Fri, 22 Apr 2022 05:19:35 +0000
From: namab mass <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: matty's adventures 3

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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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