Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2013 09:12:33 +0200 From: piggietail Subject: Matthew and Peter 04 (scat) The following story is purely fictional. Please read it legally - be of a legal age and in a legal place. Any similarity in plot or resemblance to a real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Please do not copy and/or publish this story without expressed permission from the author. Thanks :) Please be aware that an archive of this size needs your donations to be kept alive and offer the pleasure of reading to you and many others. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I forgot to mention that you should only be reading the set of Matthew-and-Peter-stories if you like scat and scatplay. The protagonists of these chapters are looking for this everywhere and also have no inhibition involving a horse into their becoming of sexual age. Have fun reading this ;-) Matthew and Peter 04 Space heroes About a week after Matthew met the blond boy in the boys' toilet stall he felt the wish of getting to know this guy rising in his brain. Last week he returned during the second break to the boys toilet for having a another look on his shit loaf or, being locked into one of other stalls, listening to the reactions of his school mates as they witness his shit lying in the toilet. It was always amazing fun for him hearing the mixed outcries of disgust, unbelief and admiration. This time the stall he used the break before was already occupied as he entered the room -- he slipped in the stall just beside and closed the door. Curiously he went down on his knees and took a look underneath the lower border of the wall separating the stalls. On the other side someone was kneeling in front of the toilet bowl with one hand fondling between his legs -- what's going on there? As the other boys in the toilet room produced a lot of noise, he silently turned the toilet lid down and climbed on the flushing tank as he pulled himself up to the upper border of the separating wall. Then he took a cautious look over the wall. In the neighbour stall a blond boy with short hair and ears that stuck away from his head was busy fondling the big shit that matthew pressed out there some three hours ago. At the same time he was rubbing himself between his legs. Curious and irritated he observed that this boy was fondling and stroking the shit loaf intensively. Then he took it up with both hands and made a movement as if he wanted to weight Matthews shit. In the end he lifted the shit loaf close to his face and sniffed its surface -- at first cautious, then in deep breaths as if he wanted to inhale its smell. Matthew himself liked the smell of his farts or his shit -- but that was HIS smell. Seeing someone being interested in a foreigners shit and smell so much that he plays around with it got him exited, but also very irritating. Meanwhile the boy had put Matthews giant turd back into the toilet bowl and opened his trousers. He had pulled out his prick, that was remarkably big in the eyes of Matthew and was very busy rubbing it with both hands. They were moving up and down so fast that his whole body trembled. Suddenly he tensed his body and he moaned silently -- out of his dick were spraying several globs of a whitish liquid in a high curve landing on the the flushing tank and Matthews turd. Matthew had never seen something like this before -- or even done! In great excitement he stepped down the tank, lucky that he weighted only 90 pound by a height of 6,5 foot. Otherwise the tank would have broken off. The boy and his behaviour made Matthew very curious. He decided to bushwhack him in the moment he tries to leave the stall for seeing how he will react. The other stalls were emptying -- he left his, as he heard the last toilet flushing in the stall next to him. The door opened and right in front of him appeared a butchy boy with a round face, a button nose and blond spiky hair that recalled him as an urchin. The round face turned instantly red from embarrassment and Matthew arrived to push him back in the stall by surprise so that they were both standing in the stall admiring the fat turd. Their dialogue wasn't less strange then the things Matthew had seen some moments before.. That boy was obviously as fascinated as him by that turd and was wishing himself to find out who had made it. Matthew didn't tell him and left him at the idea that this must have been for sure the shit of an adult or a really fat boy. Matthew too was very nervous behind his coolness -- so he forgot to ask this boy for his name as the school bell rang. As he was lying in his bed in the evening, all these strange occurrences came back into his mind. Unconsciously he began to fondle his dick that grew fast under his hands and was lying heavy, hard and pulsating in his hand shortly after. He had touched himself on many occasions before, but now, looking under his blanket his prick was significantly bigger than he remembered. It seemed to be a bit shorter than the one of that boy. Under it's skin bis veins were marking a netting. He examined his foreskin, rolling it slowly back and saw his glans -- it was quite long and was reminding him of a mushroom. He began to rub his glans the way he had seen he other boy doing it. A comforting warm and exiting feeling shot from the tip of his dick right into his balls and into his belly. It was quite like the feeling he already knew from fondling his swollen asshole. He pulled away his blanket and angled his legs for touching his hole with his free hand. Up to that night he had only touched his hole as it was bulging out under the pressure of his shit and when his touching fingers were smelling from his stinky aroma. His hole felt also good as it was not protruding, but it didn't give him the exiting tickle he enjoyed in the stall this morning. -'I may push it out even as I don't need to shit,' he thought and pressed a little. He felt the muscle gaining size and pushing a bit out. As he began to rub his anal opening he also got the tickling from behind. It was very exiting to provoke this feeling in his balls and belly and he devoted to his emotions. He wanted to get more of it and began to rub himself simultaneously at his asshole and dick -- the tickling turned a lot more intense and he began to moan silently as he forgot everything around. Every time he pushed the feeling went more intense as his asshole went bigger and bigger and made him even more sensitive for his fingers. His fingers were gliding through his relaxed hole into his rectum. He felt the warm, soft moisture of his inner skin and the tickling was rising a lot more as he fingered. His movements at his prick and asshole turned stronger as he thought back to the other boy and what he had done. All of sudden he sensed that a liquid was building up tickling in his urethra. The feeling went so intense that he feared that he might piss into his bed by continuing with that action. He stopped abruptly and stared distrustfully onto his swollen, pulsating dick which produced the piss-feeling with every pulsation it made -- weird! However as weird it was, he wanted eagerly to find out about what might come out in the end. He decided that he should continue his research in the bathroom and was creeping out of his room. He took off his pyjama and was lying himself in the bathtub. The cold enamel on his skin was uncomfortable but the only choice for avoiding a catastrophe. He bent his legs back again and continued rubbing his dick and fondling his waiting asshole -- instantly the weird feeling came back. The cold bathtub was forgotten and his thoughts were back at the boy in the stall. The urge to piss came back and was rising up to a very painful level - he would have stopped as it hurt so much but his hands were acting as if they were off his will and were rubbing even faster. He was tensing as tight as he could for not pissing and was rubbing his genitals like he was obsessed. Now, there was no stopping -- he was breathing heavily as his asshole was cramping rhythmically around his fingers. Under his rectums skin he felt a hard thing appearing -- it felt like a little nut pulsating very hard in the rhythm of his hole. Matthew had just hit his first orgasm! He was nearly crying out from pain as several spillings shot out of his swollen, red glans onto his belly -- one of them even hit his brow. It lasted a moment until he recovered -- then he pulled his fingers out of his asshole and licked off the slimy moist that was stuck to his hand -- he had done this on earlier occasions of 'research' and already knew the sweet taste and smell of this substance. He also tried to taste some drops of the liquid he spilled over his body -- they tasted sweet with a lightly bitter note. He dried himself, stepped back into his pyjama and left the bathroom more puzzled than before. He was thinking of the boy for a long time after, until he calmed down enough for falling asleep... During the next days he intensified his newly found possibilities on every occasion -- it turned out that one of his favourite positions would be himself balancing on his shoulders with his legs bent so far back that his butt was pointing up in the air and his dick was practically dangling in front of his mouth. When he was trying hard he was even able to lick his glans while jacking off. At first he was irritated by the salty taste. But that went away fast and he enjoyed the additional feeling his licking gave to him. In the moment the tickling began to intensify his glans emitted a sweet taste, which made him lick even stronger. The first time he ejaculated in this position fondling with one hand into his asshole he was flooding his expecting mouth with such a mass of sweet sperm that it was almost running out of the corner of his mouth as he closed it for savouring the taste. - Should he wallow it? - It couldn't be poisonous? He took all of his courage -- it was was a little bit weird swallowing but nothing cruel happened -- and he even had nothing to clean up afterwards... After several days of intensive fondling of all body parts between his legs his dick turned sore and he got pimples on the palm of his hand. But his doesn't hold him back from continuing with this action -- it was simply too big sensation for stopping. One day, the moment came that must have come in the end: jacking off in his favourite position on the carpet in the bathroom licking his glans and fondling deeply in his bulging asshole he touched the first accumulations of shit. By pushing out his hole the lumps were moving so far that his fingers felt separate lumps of shit that were hiding from his fingers in the tissue of his rectum. As he stopped pushing out they were gliding off his fingers. Again a totally new and hot feeling. Occasionally he licked his slimy ass-fingers. The familiar sweet taste was accompanied by a bitter note -- a bit like dark chocolate. Bitter was not his taste, but the smell stuck to his fingers was so hot and familiar that he had no other choice than pushing back his fingers as deep as he could in his flexing hole and push it out forceful to get his shit nuggets closer to his searching fingers. His orgasm was enormous! Now he was ripe to search the someone to play with. Peter was leaning at a lantern on the schoolyard munching his bread lost in his thoughts as a foreign voice tore him out of his cloud: 'say, hows your name?' He looked on two sandals with naked feet belonging to two skinny legs. Rising his view he saw these legs disappearing in short trousers that were kind to big. As he rose his view even higher, he was looking in the narrow face of the boy with the curly hair whom he met in front of the stall a week ago. The boy continued talking to him: 'Well, I am Matthew and I am in the 7a -- and who are you?' He was nearly scattering as he answered: 'I am Peter and I go in the 7c' - 'really? So we're in the same grade! Are you living at this place or are you non-local?...' I should work out that they were living at the same place not far away from each other -- they could even go a part of their walk to school together. The bell signalized the end of the break and they agreed that they would walk home together after school. Peter was asking himself why this boy was so interested in him -- otherwise he hasn't had so much friends and it appealed him to get to know someone he didn't knew at all.. That boy was a bit strange but he seemed to be kind -- and as weird their meeting in the stall has been, he could possibly expect interesting things... They meet as they agreed after classes at the school gate and walked together until their tracks separated. Matthew learned that Peter liked painting and was running around in the fields -- he was telling something of flowers, rivers and animals like as if it was something unbelievable great. Matthew could not really follow these thoughts. He enjoyed much more reading and playing with Lego. 'really? Do you have Lego?' - demanded Peter 'Yeah, a lot -- even the space station!' replied Matthew not without pride. - 'may I come over to your place to play? - my parents don't buy me any Lego...' Peter demanded with a sad voice. - 'no problem, do you like to come over today after homework is done?' They exchanged address and walked home each on their own, concentration on doing their homework as fast as they could. After finishing his Peter asked his mother if he could go over to his new friend -- he would be back punctually for dinner. His mom agreed it he promised to behave properly. He sat on his bicycle and pedalled over to Matthews house. He was very exited as he rang the door-bell, which was opened by a woman. He was stammering around until the woman said -- 'Matthew told me about you -- come in, he is looking forward to you visit'. She showed him the way to Matthews room and pushed him in 'look, who came to visit you...' Matthew already finished his homework and seemed to have been waiting for him -- a big box of Lego was standing on the carpet of his room. He seemed to be very exited and showed him all his things before he proposed that they should play Lego. They decided to build a space base and began to construct several space cruisers. In between Matthews mum brought some chocolate and juice for them and seemed to be very satisfied seeing them playing together so concentrated. She proclaimed that she would be going shopping now and they should continue playing nicely. They continued constructing Lego for a while until Matthew sat himself up and demanded: 'What have you been doing in the stall last week?' - 'I? I have been pissing -- you already now...!' replied Peter with a shaky voice. What did he mean by this question? - 'I watched you over the stalls wall!' Matthew let the bomb explode, 'you touched the shit lying in the toilet and you smelled it and then you rubbed your dick and splattered everything in the stall with it...' he added criminatively. Peter sat on the carpet in front of Matthew with a red face and open mouth -- what to reply on this? The boy watched him and claims to have seen all. - 'have you never jacked off?' Peter tried to be offensive - 'what do you mean?' - 'rubbing your dick until it sputters, that's 'jacking off'' - 'of course' asserted Matthew, 'everybody does it' -- he himself felt somehow caught by saying this. He continued asking: 'Why have you been fondling that shit and sniffed on it?' Peter felt like pushed in the corner- 'I couldn't believe that sight being for real. I needed to take it in my hands for being sure that it was no joke article...' - 'and smelling it?' - 'I wouldn't have believed it -- I had never before seen something like that...' - 'I am sure you jacked off in the stall because that shit-turd turned you on!' That situation turned out as a questioning and he found no way how to get out of this. Sheepishly Peter said: 'By seeing that giant turd I turned so exited that I got a hardon and this doesn't go away if I am not jacking off...' As he thought that this should be enough of explanation the next question appeared: - 'You think that shit is exiting?' Matthew was watching him as inquisitory as he did in the stall. - 'Shit like the one in that toilet for sure -- I really had no choice,' Peter said sheepishly and continued: 'I also like watching my shit and the one from others left behind in toilets and I like smelling my shit and farts...' - 'don't you do also???' Somehow he must get him in a defensive position. Matthew replied: 'When I eat chocolate I always get gassy -- do you like to smell my fart?' Peter expected everything but not this offer. He hesitated for a moment... - 'what's on? Do you want to or not?? I don't offer this once again...' Peter gave himself a push: 'Yeah, I want to smell your fart...' With a peculiar smile Matthew stood up and turned the back of his jeans to Peter- 'get real close with your face so that you can smell all of it... Peter was skidding close to Matthews butt on his knees. - 'now, watch out!' -Matthew pushed out his butt a bit touching Peters nose with the fabric of his trousers. The he let out a deeply vibrating fart into freedom -- and directly into Peters face. Peter inhaled deeply the earthy smell -- then he said as a precaution 'oh my, thats disgusting!' Matthew turned around and looked down to him: 'so disgusting that you inhaled all of it deeply and get a hard dick...?' Damn! He had seen the bulge forming in Peters crotch. - 'do you let me see?' Peter hasn't estimated this possibility -- for an instant he thought what he should do with this interest and heard himself say: 'I show you my hard dick if I may see your asshole. And if you are farting at me once again you may also touch my dick...' He was pushing his luck far but the situation was flubbed anyway. Matthew hesitated, then he replied naively: 'okay, but I can see yours first -- pull your trousers down...' Peter stood up and did as he was told. Standing in front of Matthew with his pulsating hardon he said: 'but before you touch me you should also pull your trousers down!' Matthew stepped out of his trousers and stood before him. He also had got a hard dick. He still had no hair down there and his dick was a bit shorter than Peters, but his glans was extraordinary -- it looked a bit like a mushroom. Matthew was still hesitating. - 'so, do you want to touch my dick or not?' Carefully he took Peters dick in his hand moving it gliding from the gland over the whole shaft. Even as it was the same body part than his dick it felt strange and familiar at the same time. Matthew felt his heard beating in his ears. Then he saw a drop of clear liquid forming at peters glans, 'Hey, don't make any spots on the carpet!' Matthew cried out. Peter took away the drop with his index finger and licked it off, 'what are you doing? Is that tasting good?' asked Matthew. - 'it's sweet' -- 'Do you want to taste?' asked Peter pointing on his dick that already produced a new drop. Matthew held his hand under it and catched the drop with the palm, 'what is this?' - 'it's called love-drops' -- 'now, you need to taste it...' Peter watched him provocatively. Matthew took all pf his courage and licked the palm of his hand -- Peter was right -- the slime tasted sweet -- tasted really good... 'Yeah, that's not bad,' he said. And then: 'now it's your turn tasting...' Matthew lay himself an his back close to the edge of his bed and bent his legs back over his head: 'so, you wanted to see my asshole. Come over and have a look...' Peter came to the bed and sank on his knees -- this sight was the very first stranger asshole of his live. Lying there with his legs bend far back Matthew was presenting his small, pale butt, his butt cheeks spread wide. The pale skin turned to a dark tone toward the middle of his butt and was shining from sweat. In the middle there was a slit, about one inch long, surrounded by an oval of dark, wrinkly skin: Matthews asshole! Peter was extremely exaggerated... - 'come closer.' commanded Matthew. Peter was skidding closer to that pale butt of his friend. He went so close that he could still see the asshole and already felt the warmth of it on his face. - 'and here's another one for you' proclaimed Matthew. All of sudden the slit in the middle of Matthews ass was growing and bulging out the wrinkled oval ring. With a deep humming a fart came out instantly nebulizing Peters nose and making his dick jump up hurting -- he was close to paradise. - 'do you like this?' sounded Matthew. - 'Yeahhh...' replied Peter nodding his head. - 'then you like to lick my butt-hole for sure, don't you?' Now, Peter hasn't got anything to hesitate. He moved closer to the notch and carefully licked over that hole -- it was a bit moist and in the first moment it tasted salty from sweat. In the middle it was soft and somehow, touching this with his tongue was arousing for Peter. He licked once again. Matthew also liked Peter licking his hole -- it was like himself rubbing his hole -- but softer. Peter gave him the familiar warm tickling beaming right into his balls, 'go on, that's great...' Peter was licking and sucking on the asshole-slit as Matthew pushed it out for making it swell up and intensifying the tickling for him. Peter liked it even more sucking that swollen slit, 'can you make it once again that big?' he demanded. Matthew didn't need a second demand for that. He pushed his hole so that it was stretching out requestingly towards Peter who instantly began to suck on it and even tried to push his tongue into the oval ring. - 'now, how does my asshole taste?' Peter hesitated, 'it tastes soft and sweet...' - 'naah, you're pretending!' - 'no, really. When I push my tongue in it tastes sweet!' - 'I really like it,' - 'now, then don't hesitate to continue...' Peter doesn't needed a second call. While feeling the hole with his tongue Matthew took his duty to make his butt-hole swell properly -- Peter was forgetting everything. The hole was bulging out a bit more into Peters mouth, then he felt a vibrating feeling on his tongue and his head was filling instantly with somehow familiar stink. He got dizzy for a moment. Matthew giggled as if he found it funny farting into Peters mouth, 'do you want more?' Peter nodded his head licking in trance. - 'so, here's another one coming for you,' said Matthew and Peter heard him breathing in deeply, holding his breath and pushing. His anal ring swoll even bigger and Peter was licking it as if he got grades for it. Matthew pushed several times like that and to Peters amazement his hole was protruding more and more bulging towards him. The slit in the middle was no more dark but pink. The only thing still missing was the fart. Matthew took one last deep breath, held it and pushed forcefully with a grunt. Peter felt that Matthews hole was pushing itself onto his drilling tongue and practically pushing deep into his mouth. 'oh my!' Matthew cried out with his body flexing and Peters mouth suddenly being pushed back by a hard bulge moving out of Matthews butt. He pulled his head back and saw a bulge at the size of a tennis ball pushing out of Matthews narrow butt. On top of it was sitting the vastly fluffed anal ring, in its middle a pinkish opening of swollen rectal tissue. - 'let me take my legs down!' cried Matthew. Peter had held Matthews legs back with his arm and didn't loose his hold, 'why? This is great fun!' He licked over the swollen hole and it felt hotter than ever. The skin around the ring was so tensed that he could see the veins in Matthews anal skin appearing. The hole itself was bigger and softer than ever before. He heard Matthew whining that he should stop doing this, but in the same time he didn't make any more effort to get away from Peters tongue, which was gliding with no effort into the fluffed hole, disappearing deep into the crater of pink flesh. Matthew was still whining that Peter should get off of his butt and let him get up from the bed -- but he still made no efforts to reach this. In contrary he pushed further and further as Peter felt rhythmically on his tongue. Matthew had begun to jack off his dick while he was moaning pushing out his hole for giving Peter the best access to his anal opening. Meanwhile there the ring sitting on the bulge was looking like a wrinkled donut with pulsating flesh in its middle. Suddenly Matthew was moaning out loud, 'oh, no!' -his hole pushing out even further and Peter, who pulled his head back saw scared as the donut was getting more swollen and the flesh in its middle bulging out and separating to an opening. It was looking like a volcano that might explode every second. Matthews body was shaking from the the straining and his jacking off. Peter put his mouth over the swollen ass-ring and pushed his tongue piggishly into the moist opening as he as well was jacking off frantically. He was adhering himself literally onto Matthews asshole while he was pushing his tongue deeper and deeper into it. With every breath Matthew was pushing out again more, enjoying the vastly intense feeling that Peter gave to him with his tongue drilling into his bulging flesh. This feeling won't last much longer for him- 'Oh man, that's to great -- I am close to spurt...!' he pressed out between his teeth and strained his asshole once more. In that moment Peter felt a hard and bitter tasting texture on his tongue and a familiar earthy smell rose to his nose -- this was the shit he found in the boys toilet! Peter was in ecstasy and strengthened his efforts once again. Matthew was whining pushing his hole out with Peter being fixed to it by his sucking. With every strain a hard, knobbly piece of shit was pushing onto the tip of Peters tongue -- but it was gliding back into the deeps of Matthews bowel while he stopped pushing. Peter was out of his spirit and felt that also he could not stand these impressions for much longer. Matthew cried out loud and his asshole began twitching rhythmically clamping hard around Peters tongue. In the twinkle of his eyes Peter saw that big globs of slime were spurting out of Matthews pulsating dick splashing onto a poster showing Kim Wilde that hang on the wall behind his bed. That was the moment when Peter also came to a monster-orgasm. With his tongue still clamped in the asshole he spurted all his sperm against Matthews back. It took a while for them to calm down -- then Peter managed to pull his tongue out on Matthews still bulging asshole. Je couldn't resist to kiss it, 'that was great!' he thought out loud. Matthew nodded his head, 'Yeah, I never had an experience like this before.' - 'Can you help me to get up?' Peter offered Matthew a hand to get up off his bed onto his shaky legs. He still had a red face from his straining. - 'we need to clean up this place,' thought Peter and Matthew fetched a towel from the bathroom for rubbing their spunk off the wall, the bed frame and Matthews back. By cleaning the back of his friend, Peter saw that Matthews protruding asshole could still be seen bulging between his ass cheeks pushing them away to both sides. With embarrassment they took their clothes on. Peter was the fist breaking the silence: 'You now what?' - 'that was super good. I'd like to do this again with you as soon as possible...' - 'I also liked it a lot.' - 'you are a superb asshole-sucker,' Matthew was grinning. - 'I must say that it's you who has as superb butt hole -- mine is not that big and I think it is even not as beautiful,' Peter gave the compliment back, 'I am sure that with such a butt hole you may for sure shit turds that have the size of the one I found in the boys toilet last week,' he grinned to Matthew, who got embarrassed instantly, 'how do you mean that?' he asked. - 'shortly before you came I tasted and smelled your shit stuck in your hole -- that was exactly the same smell than the one of that monster turd in the stall, that must have been yours.' He was sure of himself even as he still could not imagine how such a monster could fit into Matthews body. At first Matthew wanted to deny, but then he gave up and said sheepishly, 'Yes, I must confess -- that turd was from me...' With his mouth open Peter was amazed by his strike, 'whoa, that's great!' Nervously he said, 'may I be with you when you push out such a beast?' - 'if you really want to...' -he couldn't tell how much he wanted. - 'what about you shitting now?' - 'nah, I cant do it yet....' - 'but there's shit in you hole!' - 'that's not enough. I need to wait until I feel my ass is really full with it. Then I will be able to push it out...' - 'so then it's tomorrow?' - 'nah, that will last a while until I am ready.' - 'but how long do you need for that?' - 'a week for sure...' - 'maybe even longer,' said Matthew embarrassed, 'I really cant tell by now -- but I know it some days before,' he promised. - 'It takes you more than a week until you can shit?!?!' - 'for sure -- most of the time it is two up to three weeks,' Matthew admitted. - 'but how do you store all this shit?' - 'my belly is getting bigger, By the time it is full, I need to shit.' there was no concreter explanation available by then. Peter couldn't believe it! The boy standing there right before him had the most fabulous asshole of the world and was the one who shits the monster turd. He braced Matthew and said, 'you are great -- and I absolutely need to be with you the next time you're shitting.' Matthew got embarrassed by so much contribution, 'that's okay with me -- I really like doing that with you...' They heard keys rattling from the door 'Hey boys, I am back home,' Matthews mother called out. Simultaneously they both threw themselves on the floor and began hectically fondling with their lego. That was no second to early as in the same moment the door of Matthews room was opened and his mother demanded- 'have you had a good time?' - 'Yeah, really good!' they repeated simultaneously, their faces glowing...