Date: Sun, 4 Aug 2013 18:41:09 +0200 From: Piggietail Subject: Matthew and Peter 05 (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 05 The Tree House It was about ten days later when Matthew and Peter met occasionally on their walk to school. Peter recognized Matthew by his outline and satchel. It was easy for him to overhaul because Matthew was walking kind of slow. Within earshot Peter called him, 'hey, wait a moment. We may walk together!' Matthew sat himself waiting on the crossbar of a barrier as if he wanted to ride on it. As Peter reached him he wheezed, 'Oh man, I've been running too fast...-...let's go on together.' - 'no, not yet. I have to wait for a moment,' replied Matthew. - 'for what?' - 'you will see soon...' was the pressed answer. Matthew was sitting with tension and slightly bend legs on the bar which lined lengthwise to his crack. Suddenly his face turned pale and he was breathing faster. - 'what's the matter with you,' Peter demanded puzzled. Matthew gave a silent moan – then a bubbling noise could be heard from his bottom. For a short moment they were both fogged I a earthy-hollow smell. Almost instantly Peter got a hardon: 'Wow! That's a wicket smell!' escaped his lips, 'A real monster fart!' - 'and this one was necessary for me to get on,' said Matthew, who was slowly recovering colour and getting off the barrier. They continued their way together. - 'what do you mean by 'getting on'?' - 'my belly is really full – I needed to make some space in there to avoid shitting my briefs,' Matthew explained. Peter had been waiting for a chance like this, and had totally forgotten about what Matthew had told him about his habit of shitting. Right now everything was back in his mind. - 'really?!' - 'let me see!' he cried out. Matthew stopped his walk and opened the zipper of his jacket. In the opening appeared a red sweater that bulged alarming between his chest and waist belt. - 'oh my god! You're looking as if you are pregnant!' Peter cried out, 'how do you manage to not shitting your trousers?' - 'I must not take too much effort. And in case that I feel my shit pushing out I need to sit down instantly for keeping it in my butt. The pressure goes by after some minutes and I can go on.' explained Matthew. Peter felt his luck disappear, 'but I wanted to watch you shitting and do something hot like the last time we played together.' - 'Are you still able to hold it in for long or will it come out at school?' - 'well, it won't get easy for me but somehow I will reach that I won't shit until it's afternoon,' Matthew tried to calm down his friend. Then he said: 'today I have only classes until twelve, you know – what about you?' - 'for me classes are also short,' Peter remembered. - 'what about me going home with you for doing our homework together. Afterwards we may play if you like and whatever you like to,' he said with a twinkle in his eye, 'my mum is in the city today and won't return until eight in the evening. Like this I may as well go home to you.' Peter turned enthusiastic, 'Wow! I hardly can wait for it!' - 'me too...' Matthew replied with his lips pressed together, stopping his walk. Peter saw him standing still slowly breathing, pressing his buttocks together and pushing his belly out, 'are you okay?' he demanded. - 'Yeah, I think so. I just felt a pressure building up in my belly – this feeling is weaker when I wait for a moment,' Matthew replied – 'now we may go on.' - 'are you sure that you will reach the afternoon without accident?' Peter wanted to know. - 'I hope so,' Matthew wasn't so sure any more, 'during classes I will be sitting on my butt, so nothing can come out. We may meet in the toilet during break if you like,' he proposed. Peter calmed down a bit and thought, 'let's meet in the one on the third floor. There are only few people using it and there's a stall which is bigger than the others. Matthew thought this being a good idea and they decided that Peter should close the door of that stall before classes. They would meet there at the toilets entrance at the basins at the beginning of the big break. They left for their classes. Peter could hardly concentrate - for sure not on the topic the teacher was presenting on the blackboard. At their Lego-adventure he could hardly believe that it would last so many days until Matthew had to shit. He wanted to meet him again and again but Matthew always had an excuse in other activities he had to do. The only thing left to do for him was to remember that afternoon with Matthews ass on every occasion he had. When he asked him wheter they should meet again, his friend told him reasons that appeared to Peter as if he does not want to meet with him. He hasn't seen that meanwhile Matthews belly got bigger. The surprise turned out as a total success! Finally the break came and Peter ran up to the third floor. As he arrived there out of breath, nobody was there. Then he heard voices and steps that approached the toilet door. He noticed that it must look quite goony if he would stand waiting next to the toilets entrance. He went into the first room with the basins and let the water rinse. There he behaved as it he was washing his hands. The voices passed by the toilet door – they must have been on their way to the schoolyard. Peter turned the water off and dried his hands. That was just the moment Matthew went through the door, 'you're washing your hands for me – that will make more sense afterwards...' he grinned. Before Peter had the chance to demand who he meant this, his friend said, 'come on, let's go into the stall. I am in need to get in there!' Peter ran to open the toilet stalls door latch with his knife. He just finished as Matthew arrived slowly following. They slipped through the door and while Peter closed the door behind them, Matthew sat himself on the toilet lid. This stall had the double size of a normal one. There was an extra basin and a shower installed. Peter discovered this by chance as he had classes on the upper floor, where normally courses for the older pupils were held. - 'how are you,' he demanded to Matthew. - 'during classes everything was okay – I got two times a pressure in my butt but that doesn't matter when I am sitting. Climbing the stairs right now turned out to be a silly idea. That was so much work that I feared that I might shit my briefs...' he fell silent, made a hollow back by pushing out his belly and turned pale. For a moment he held his breath, then his bearing normalized and he gained colour, 'I think I am out of my estimation about how good I can keep my shit in' – 'you need to help me for that I will be able to keep my shit in until this afternoon.' - 'what is my job?' Peter wanted to know. - 'I will tell you when it's time,' Matthew replied and undressed carefully his trousers an underwear keeping his sitting position. He lay them aside. In his briefs was sitting a big, dark skid-mark. Matthew said: 'normally this doesn't happen to me – today the urge is stronger than normal.' He went down on the floor in a doggy position and beard on his elbows with his butt up in the air. Then he demanded to Peter: 'now kneel yourself behind my ass!' For Peter there was no need for a second call. Within seconds he took his position and finally, after ten days, he got a view on the object of his desire. At the latest when he saw the narrow white, now provocatively spread ass-cheeks, he sported a boner hard like stone. Today, Matthews asshole seemed to be bigger than the last time – there were brown stains visible around his anus and the room filled with the earthy smell that was so irresistible for Peter, 'may I lick your hole?' he demanded anxiously. - 'Yeah, but do it carefully,' he heard Matthews voice from downward. Peter went closer with his mouth to the crack. Today there was practically no crack visible. I had moved outward somehow so that Matthews ass was looking more like a globe with a brown strained asshole sitting on it. Peter would find out soon why it was appearing like this. Right now he inhaled the hot smell sent out from the hole and started to lick away the stains stuck at it. He heard Matthew moaning silently, 'go on slowly...careful...yeah, like this it it's great...' Peter felt with his tongue that under the skin of Matthews ass something hard was moving with the rhythm of his friends breath. The asshole seemed to pulse as he felt that Matthew relaxed under his tongue. Then he heard him say, 'take a break – it's gonna happen now.' Peter sat back and gave that ass a curious look. The anal muscle was totally relaxed and took the form of a slit that was surrounded by a broad oval ring of brown shin. This day it was no more wrinkled but firmly stretched like the rest of the butt. The slit of the asshole was about as long as Peters middle finger. A small opening appeared at the upper end of it and with a sucking hiss Matthews asshole opened up to the size of a tangerine. Peter looked stunned as a fat brown lump, consisting of small brown nuggets, appeared in the opening. Matthews smell filled the stall intensively. - 'woah that's a fat piece,' Peter bloated out. - 'can you feel whether my shit is hard or soft,' he heard from downwards. He put a finger through the opening and fondled around on the surface, 'it is hard...' - 'that's good – are there several single lumps or one big piece?' Matthew wanted to know. - 'I only see one big piece of shit in your hole and it is really hard and compacted.' - 'okay,' Matthew said after getting this information, 'you may go on licking if you like to, but then you must do what I tell you.' - 'okay...' - 'promised?' - 'promised!' -no idea what he wants, thought Peter to himself. His tongue drove over the border of the hole – then it slowly moved into the opening. By sticking out his tongue as far as he could he could touch the surface of Matthews shit, savouring the aroma he likes not only smelling but also tasting it bitterly. He fondled his trousers to get them open and down to his knees for getting better access to his aching boner. Matthew had also begun to jack himself off. - 'yeah, go on licking like this,' Matthew requested and moaned silently. By saying this his shit moved towards the open asshole against Peters tongue. He shrank back and saw that the hole was pushed outward by the protruding lump. It bulged out to a dome by size of an orange towards Peter. At the half height of this 'orange' Matthews anal muscle was stretching while the top half was formed by the surface of the shit-lump stuck in it. Matthew moaned once again – then the lump stopped moving out. - 'go on licking,' Matthew begged silently, 'right now it won't go on.' Peter was totally out of his mind as he put his wide open mouth over the protruding hole. He was licking it with fervour as if it was an ice cream cone. Matthew was moaning in silent pain as Peters tongue drove over the border of his hole and the outstretched skin around it. From time to time he was straining carefully to intensity the felling by making his hole swell up while he was jacking himself. Peter was feeling with his tongue to find a piece he could separate from that lump of shit. The heavy scent and its bitter aroma on his tongue made him greed for more. But there was nothing loose to find. The turd was so compacted and dry that it even did not soften by his salvia and licking - no way to push a dent in it. Matthew became agitated and said to Peter: 'stop now and put the palm of your hand on my hole!' - 'what do you mean? In the middle on your shit?' - 'Yeah, exactly!' - 'don't waste your time by asking but just DO it!' Peter put the palm of his hand on the middle of the bulge. It was an exiting impression: the hard shit pushing in his palm and the soft skin of the swollen hole around it touching his hand... - 'now you need to push against it,' Matthew said silently through his closed teeth. In that moment his body flexed and the shit-loaf was pushing forcefully against Peters hand. Peter felt the asshole swelling fast, widened by the pushing lump. He totally forgot what Matthew told him and watched stunned as the muscle had already grown that big that he could see it's borders appearing around his hand. 'come on! You need to push!' Matthew whimpered, pulling him out of his trance. Peter began fighting against the turd forcing itself out of the hole and against his hand as if it was made of stone. - 'stronger! That turd must go back in!' Matthew moaned. Peter was doing his best pushing the turd in which itself was still pressing out with force. Matthews body was cramping again and again and with every cramp the shit was forced against Peters hand. - 'your hole gets bigger than my hand,' Peter was desperate. - 'then take both hands!' - 'come on! Push! I don't want to shit it out!' Matthew whimpered. Peter lay his hands crossing on the asshole that was already widened to the size of an orange and pushed as much as he could. As much as he tried – he got the impression that with every cramp of Matthew the hole was opening wider. No chance for him to force the masses of compacted shit back into that hole. Finally he felt the the lump was slowly sinking back into the protruding hole. The compacted lumps had loosened by his pressure and moved apart. Under Peters hand the dome pushing out of Matthews hole turned flat and wider. Then his hands sat onto Matthews tailbone – the palm of his hand pushed into the opening of the hole... - 'I think you can take your hands away,' Matthew said. Peter took his hands off the shit and saw that he had pressed the lump to a tangled mass of compacted shit-nuggets forming a flat surface that had a inward dent in the middle. Matthews hole was still gaping wide until it began to close slowly. Matthew set up kneeling and felt his ass – he seemed satisfied, 'Yeah, I think it will work like this – now the turd is that flat that it is not pushing out of my hole when I am standing.' he declared. 'you've done a great job – it was so great that I came by this action,' he meant and pointed on a small puddle on the floor. He sat on the toilet lid and began putting his clothes on. Peter regarded the wrinkles in his right hand showing with brown stains, then he looked to Matthew and said with a sad look on his own hardon: 'Yeah, fine! And what's about me?' - 'come closer, I'll show you something hot,' Matthew said and took Peters dick in his hand. He pulled him closer – then he bent forward and began licking on Peters dick. Before Peter could say a word, his dick had already sunk deeply into Matthews mouth sucking of the the sweet slime covering its skin. Peter moaned involuntary and tried to pull back his hips – Matthew crossed his arms behind Peters back and pulled him back forcefully to his mouth. He licked and sucked Peters dick, breathing heavily through his nose. It was a short moment until the dick was expanding and pushing hard against the roof of his mouth. That made him choke – than Peter was forcefully ejaculating eight spurts into Matthews throat. Matthew held the hips of his friend for a little longer, still with the dick in his mouth. Then he swallowed the sperm and licked the relaxing dick clean. Peter almost cried out by this touch and pulled his hips back. - 'man, that hurt!' he cried out. - 'That was great fun for me – I thought it was too for you...' Matthew asked. - 'Your mouth working on my dick was great – but licking it after I came hurt way too much.' - 'I had no idea – perhaps I shouldn't take your dick in my mouth again,' Matthew grinned, 'I don't want to hurt you...' - 'bullshit! Next time it's your turn!' Peter threatened. They put their clothes back on. Matthew put some layer of folded toilet paper into his briefs, 'like this I don't have the feeling of shit on my skin,' he explained. - 'do you think that this action will work for you?' - 'I am quite sure,' Matthew said, 'at home I have a ball I am sitting on when I feel hat my shit wants to come out, but I don't want to. Right now I am feeling really full but the turd is not pushing against my hole. Like this the urge to shit is not too big and I may fart comfortably.' - 'well, then I am looking forward to the afternoon,' Peter said. - 'You may let out a fart on that,' Matthew joked. The went out of the abandoned toilet back into their classes. The following three hours Peter had his thoughts fixed on his latest adventures. In his mind were flickering the pictures of his friends asshole fluffed up and widened monstrously by the lump of shit he had to push back into Matthews hole. The anal opening had been as wide as an orange. He never thought that something of that size would work itself out of the ass of such a skinny boy. And there was even more! After pushing the shit-lump back into Matthews hole he could see clearly that inside of it was an even bigger and wider mass of shit. The the asshole slowly hid this exiting view by flexing closed. Peter asked himself if he would also be able to do something like this with his ass. Up to now he never tried to keep his shit in for longer as it was necessary to safely reach a toilet. Seemingly Matthew had tricks to keep his shit in for longer – will he tell Peter what he is doing for that? Stealthy he smelled the palm of his right hand – in the lines of his hand were still hanging the marks of Matthews shit giving him back the excitement he felt as he smelled it in the toilet. He had no idea that Matthew would take his dick into his mouth. He heard about people doing such things – but his schoolmate giving him a blow-job just like that was far out of his ideas, as well as he had no idea how great the feeling would be...! Seemingly it was also great pleasure for Matthew.. Matthews school-hours were also filled with lot of distraction. In the stall Peter was close to spoil the whole action by hesitating when it was his job to push. In the end he saved the situation by pushing strongly against his turd. In fact he was pushing like hell! For sure this force was necessary to get the hard tip of his turd back deeply into his hole and forcing it to a flattened form. Now he felt a mass sitting in his hole that was wider than ever before. Every time he relaxed his hole he felt his asshole opening a bit. It was not that the shit tried to come out – his hole was just resting open. A really irritating feeling which remembered him constantly back to the scene in the toilet. It was hot like hell having Peter licking his asshole but he didn't expect that in combination with their pushing it would give him a climax. Right in the moment when Peter managed to get his turd glide back into his hole Matthew not only felt that the load in his ass was getting much wider but also got the sensation of his prostate being irritated massively. That made him cum so hard that he was close to loose his mind. Luckily he managed to recover fast. He felt so thankful at Peter that he wanted to return these emotions fast. He heard that men find it hot to get their dick worked on by a mouth – so he tried this out. It was great to feel that every movement of his tongue provoked a reaction with Peters hard dick. The greatest reaction was as Peter came in many big spurts – for some seconds Matthew thought that he would choke on these masses of sperm – in the end he managed to swallow it. He had the plan to tell Peter about his rectum getting ready to unload. But he sensed the night before that something was coming up and didn't take it as serious as it developed. During the night he woke up several times by the feeling of his asshole being pushed open. As he lay in his bed enjoying this feeling as well as he found it threatening, he thought that this time it might not last as long as he was used to feel the urge of shitting coming up. During the hours it took until the big break, he came to the idea that he was in need to use a trick to get over the break and walk back home safely. He felt a movement coming up in his belly, a pressure building up and cramps moving along his bowels towards his ass, making him fear that now the faecal mas stored in his rectum would come to a movement. Then he felt that gas was streaming out of his open hole silently hissing. With his hole being closed it would have been a monster fart – but like this it silently began to stink like hell some seconds later. His classmates were yelling out and accused each other widely to be the source of this smell. Matthew kept himself silent as it is well known that the one complaining first about a fart is always the one who set it free... Peter was waiting at the school-entrance as Matthew approached him walking like if he had bow-legs. - 'are you okay?' Peter wanted to know. - 'I think so,' Matthew replied. - 'do you think we will reach home without you shitting yourself?' - 'right now my ass feels enormously packed but this load doesn't seem to come out. I think that is is stuck somehow.' - 'I hope that you manage to get it out later.' - 'never mind, it will come out – it came out every time,' Matthew tried to calm him as they walked to Peters home. Without any accidents they arrived at Peters place. He was living in a former farmhouse at the border of town – his parents bought it many years ago and converted it into a apartment with a big garden. Peters mother was a bit surprised having her sun bringing along Matthew. As the boys explained to her that they had the same difficult homework to do and they decided to this work together because Matthews mother would be in the city until the evening, everything was okay for her. - 'come on. Peter, show Matthew around. It will take me some time to fix dinner,' she said – and then to Matthew, 'but at first you call your mother to tell her where you are stuck.' Matthew called the bureau – his mother was out of house in the moment, but one of her colleagues promised to tell her where she would find his son and noted the phone number. Peter made the big tour through the house with Matthew and in the end showed him his room which was under the roof of the house. He had a big room filled up with a mixture of old furniture and a lot of things he most likely found in the forest. He had a big loft bed under which was standing his desk for schoolwork. - 'you've go a great room;' Matthew said, 'I would love to have a room like this on my own.' - 'wait, I'll show you something you will find more fantastic,' replied Peter, took his hand and tore him out in the garden. The place was half wild with old bushes and trees left on their own – only a part of it was cultivated for growing vegetables. Peter tore Matthew into a corner in the far back of the garden, where an old beech was standing. As they arrived at the tree he pointed up, 'look, there's my tree-house!' About sixteen foot above they saw a little hut sitting in the tree that was really looking like a miniature house. Two big branches were growing directly through it and a rope-ladder was hanging down the trunk to the floor. Matthew was amazed, 'wow, that's a cool thing!' - 'my dad build it for me – that was a bunch of work...' - 'yeah, I think that's the reason why it is looking so great.' - 'me too,' Just as they begun to climb up, they heard Peters mother shouting that dinner was ready. Their tour was ending here. As they walked back the path leading to the house Matthew said, 'I a not sure if I am hungry for dinner.' - 'oh, that's bad – my mum tends to be huffy when someone is not eating her food.' - 'it's not that I don't like it – but I feel so full that I think that there's no space left for more.' - 'just try out if you like it and if it works for you. She will accept if your stopping at some point claiming that you're not used to eat so much.' They had pancakes with blueberrys and whipped cream. Matthew tucked in as if he never had any concerns about eating. He liked these pancakes a lot and as they finished, he had worked three of them down his throat. Peters mum was very content that her cooking found so much appreciation. After that, Peter liked to show his tree-house but his mother insisted on them going into Peters room and doing their homework first – the would have the whole afternoon after that for passing their time in the tree-house if they wanted to. They went up the stairs and sat at the table in Peters room. - 'You ate quite a lot for telling that you have no space left in your belly,' Peter said. - 'these pancakes were extremely tasty,' Matthew said, pushing his belly far out. He knocked on it belched loudly – they both laughed...' - 'let's go finishing these homeworks so we can play in the tree-house soon.' They began with mathematics which appeared fairly complicated this time. As they worked through the columns of numbers Matthew sat himself back and got a very concentrated look in his face. Peter heard a hissing sound coming out of Matthews trousers. Then his face relaxed, 'aaah, -this one needed to come out!' Instantly the room was filled with a heavy cloud of the scent that Peter drove so wild. He became fidgety, 'wow, that's a monster-fart! - but it doesnt make any sound...' - 'I think it can't – since the big break my asshole has rested open most of the time...' - 'really?' - 'let me see!' - 'I will, but let us first finish our English homework so we have done all. They went on working. As they were nearly finished Matthew sat himself back again and looked stressed. His face turned pale and out of his belly came a rumbling and gurgling that lasted on for quite a while. As the sound went by, Matthew rested in his tensed position. - 'what's on?' Peter wanted to know, 'are you okay?' - 'Yeah, I think I'm okay – I just need to fart once again,' Matthew replied and in the same moment Peter heard again the hissing sound in Matthews trousers – this time it ended up in a long bubbling sound. The stink was infernal. Matthew got a serious look, 'you know, I think that we should better finish our English homework later. - my turd has just moved hard against my asshole. I am not sure if I can still hold it in, the next time I need to fart.' - 'wait a moment,' Peter cried out. He ran into his bathroom, fetched a towel and a roll of toilet paper which he put into a plastic bag. They started their way into the garden – Peter proclaimed to his mum that they finished their homework right now and would play in the tree-house while he fetched a bottle of lemonade out of the kitchen. Even as they were in a hurry to get in the back of the garden, Matthew was walking quite slow, 'actually I can't walk too fast,' he explained. Matthew became frightened that the climb up the rope ladder would be too much for his bowels. But as the tree-house would be the perfect place for being undisturbed, he took all his forces together and began to climb up. Peter was just behind him and told him where to put his feet and where it is necessary to be careful. They nearly reached the top as again the bubbling sound came out of Matthews ass – he stopped his climb motionless. Peter, close behind him, got the full load of stink into his face – like a dream for him! As the sound came up he looked on Matthews butt and saw that his trousers were suddenly sitting tighter than before, 'can you still go on?' - 'I need to wait a moment, it's not that serious but I need some time until it's save.' A minute later Matthew took up his climb and they soon reached a small platform that led to the house. Peter arrived after him and they went in. The inside was furnished like a small house – there was an old couch that could be from Peters grandma, a rack with books, a small table and two chairs – and even electric light. Matthew sat on the couch and commented, 'this place is like a perfect house – unbelievable!' - 'yeah, I am often here during summer time – it is like my second room and there's nobody coming up if I don't want to,' As he said this he went out to the platform and tore up the ladder. Then he came back in and said, 'but now I finally want to see what is stinking up the room.' - 'Be sure that there's a lot more stink where this comes from,' Matthew got up from the couch and stepped out of his trousers. Peter also took his clothes off, so they stood before each other naked some instants later. Both were already sporting boners from the excitement – Peter had some difficulties to see Matthews hardon this time as the belly of his friend was arching out so far that it covered the sight on his genitals. Peter stepped closer to Matthew and carefully stroke that belly witch was abstrusely protruding out under his skinny chest as if Matthew hat swallowed a soccer ball. - 'Jeez, I've never seen an belly that big,' - 'yeah, I think so. And right now you're gonna see what's all in there,' Matthew enjoyed the touch of Peters hand and himself stepped closer to stroke Peters dick. Peters hands were gliding over the stretched surface ob Matthews belly as if he only could believe this by touching. Suddenly he stopped, 'my, there's something moving in there!' he cried out silently. - 'guess what it is,' Matthew grinned, 'wanna see?' he asked needlessly and went down on his knees in the doggy position he took this morning. Peter couldn't wait to get his position behind Matthews butt. The doggy position turned Matthews ass back into a small globe. Peter recognized only the hipbones on both sides and a small triangle formed by the tailbone. About one third of the width of Matthews ass was occupied by the asshole which presented itself as a dark-brown, slightly outbulging area of wrinkled skin. In the middle of that was gaping a hole at about the size of a pingpong-ball. Speechless Peter went down on his knees. Inside of Matthews belly some rumbling could be heard, 'theres a new fart coming,' he announced. Peter moved his head closer to the anal opening as he heard a bubbling sound coming out of it. As the expected stink came out, Peter saw that there was light brown, frothy slime appearing. - 'there's slime coming out of your hole.' - 'this is coming when I am really full,'said Matthew, 'perhaps this is for making it glide better.' - 'is your turd coming out right now?' - 'let us do it slowly - or do you want it to happen fast and short?' Peters interests were different. - 'do you want to lick?' A totally unnecessary question for Peter, who now approached close to the widened asshole and began licking on its border. Some slime had oozed out and made it shine wet. Again there was rumbling to be heard inside of Matthews belly- 'are you ready?' he asked. - 'all the time...' replied Peter silently. Again the bubbling sound came out of the hole. Peter licked over the border and waited excitedly for the stink. The gassy scent left none of Peters wishes open as it floated out of the hole. With his mind a bit foggy he heard as the bubbling sound intensified - 'now's the slime coming,' he thought and pushed his tongue into the gaping hole. A sweet substance hit the tip of his tongue and oozed out of it around his tongue. Peter sucked it in and moaned out in pleasure. Matthew moaned too and strained his belly. Peter saw something moving inside of the hole as the ring expanded gaping more. He reconnected his mouth to the hole sucking, making Matthew moan deeply. Peter again gave him the tickling feeling that he liked so much - he pushed out more for making his anal rest swell up. This was the greatest for Peter who began licking and sucking excitedly on the opening trying to touch the shit inside of the hole with the tip of his tongue. With every push of Matthew the faecal mass was moving a bit closer to the opening. In the beginning it was gliding back as Matthew paused his pushing. It took him several tries to get it worked out so far that his asshole was bulging out of his ass sitting on a big dome formed of the brown skin surrounding the hole. The bulge looked as if Matthew had a grapefruit stuck in his bowels and the border of the hole was sitting on it massively puffed up. Inside of the widely gaping opening Peter looked on the bulgy pieces of shit he pushed back into it that morning. The shit still was not moving out but he could already lick over its surface as he stuck his tongue into the opening. The taste was fabulous. Matthew now seemed to be determined to get his shit out as he pushed forcefully again and again. With his moaning his asshole was swelling up more and more and the brown skin, formerly wrinkled was now tensing smooth and shiny. Peter had problems to decide whether he should better lick and suck or just stare stunned on the performance presented to him. Matthew took the decision for him: 'come on and lick on my hole - I won't be able to shit in this position. I want you to lick my hole as hot as you did it last time!' With an order like this Peter gave his best connecting his mouth to the fleshy volcano on Matthews ass. Matthew breathed in deeply, held his breath and pushed out forcefully. The whole ass was pushing slowly out towards Peters mouth. With the growing bulging hole Peter felt as the swollen opening began to vibrate and his nose was filling with stink. The cloud filling his head made Pater dizzy and he needed to disconnect from that hole for a moment. The anal muscle had swollen to the size of a donut and light brown slime was oozing out of its opening down to Matthews balls. Peter remarked fascinated that the bulge that 'donut' was sitting on has bulged out even bigger and some big veins began to show under the brown skin running towards the swollen muscle as Matthew pushed once again. His asshole moved out some more and Peter again saw slime oozing out of its opening. - 'what's on? Are you bored of sucking my hole?' Matthew demanded. Peter was torn out of his dreams and cupped his had to catch the slime running down before it reached Matthews balls. He levigated the substance on the stretched skin around Matthews protruding hole gliding his hands over the skin as if he wanted to massage the asshole. He continued sucking intensively the swollen muscle. Matthew moaned happily and pushed his shit out again. The sphincter protruded into Peters mouth and widened a bit. A small fart escaped around the shitty mass into Peters mouth bringing more slime out filling Peters throat sweetly. He swallowed part of it down and spat the rest of it into his right hand using it as lube to jack slowly Matthews boner. With is left hand he took care of is own or fondled the stretched shin around Matthews hole. Matthew was pleased extremely by that, breathed in deeply for starting another strain. With a twitch the anal opening was widened a good piece - that big that Peter was no more able to open his mouth wider. He felt the faecal masses surface moving irregularly under the stretched out skin and now could not only feel but also see the beginning of the turd in the gaping hole pushed out so far that it was not gliding back in. He went on snuggling the now widely stretched anal muscle with his tongue and fondled the rest of the opening with his hand in the moments he didn't use it to stroke his dick. With his other hand he worked Matthews prick that hardened with every pushing of Matthew to its maximum, oozing out some slime that added perfectly to the anal lube. Matthew moaned in pleasure, took a deep breath to take another push. Again the anal opening widened a bit more as Peter saw that the veins under the stretched out skin formed a network of blue-reddish lines. The turd was stuck in the outstretched opening, glossy from the covering slime, emitting its earthy scent while it was slightly moving to Matthews breathing. Peter was sucking on it over and over savouring its taste and smell as intense as possible while he was jacking his and Matthews cock. Matthew was now moaning in a faster rhythm as he breathed in preparing himself for another forceful push. His anal muscle pushed out more in a trembling movement as the turds head was pushing out towards Peter. Seeing the gape stretching even wider gave him the maximum delight and he franticly jacked both of their dicks while he sucked on the turd. Matthew moaned out loudly as his dick began to spasm in Peters hand. One big spurt after the other ejecting on the floor as Peter felt the asshole contracting under his tongue in the same rhythm. He took his head back for getting a better impression and saw the muscle contracting over the turds bulge and widening back to the size of an orange almost instantly in high speed. This view was so overwhelming for Peter that he too reached his climax. His sperm was spraying over Matthews giantly protruding asshole and the turd-lump stuck in it. Matthews dick was spasming on with nothing more coming out of it, as did his anus, shortly hiding the view on the turd and opening up widely repeatedly. Peter was lost in thought smoothing his cum on Matthews butt-cheeks and his monstrously swollen hole. - 'I need a break,' Matthew said silently, 'that was quite exhausting.' - 'let's lie down on the sofa,' Peter proposed and dried Matthew with the towel. Then he spread a blanket on the sofa and helped his friend still resting in the doggie position to get on his legs. - 'can you stand up?' he wanted to know. - 'yeah, it's okay to get over there – it must be looking funny.' thought Matthew, who was not straightening up totally, but walking slowly in a bend forward position to the sofa. Peter saw from behind that Matthews butt was looking as if he had three butt-cheeks. In the centre of his butt appeared a third bulge formed by the protruding asshole pushing both butt-cheeks wide apart. This special butt-cheek was not smooth but showed a pink swollenoval ring opened up by the head of the turd looking out of it hard, knobbly and dark brown. Matthew sat carefully on one of his butt-cheeks and lay himself on the side. Peter climbed on the couch to lay behind him and covered them with the free end of the blanket – Matthew had begun to shiver. Peter embraced him and cuddled close to Matthews back. His genitals were pressing against the widely protuding, bulgy asshole. He fondled Matthews still widely distended belly... - 'it must be extremely exhausting to push out such big shit...' - 'yeah, I'm done for the moment – it was great having you sucking on my hole and jacking me off – let us relax for some moments and then continue,' Matthew proposed. Even Peter felt a bit exhausted – so they both snoozed for a while, their bodys cuddled close to each other. Peters Hand was resting on Matthews belly and he felt something big and hard moving inside of it from time to time. Sometimes rumbling could be heard. His dick was pushing against Matthews butt feeling how the tip of the turd was moving slightly in and out with the rhythm of Mathews breathing. Even as he was exhausted from their play so far, this was an extremely exiting feeling. - 'I think it's time for the second round!' Peter must have fallen asleep and was awakened by Matthews voice. He heard loud rumbling in Matthews belly and felt something hard pressing rigorously against his dick. Instantly he was wide awake, 'come on, kneel on the floor and let me look,' he proposed. - 'nah, I wont get this turd out in a doggy position,' Matthew replied in a hurry, 'I'll better squat on the chair – I can work it out far better in that position and you can have a good look.' He got up and slowly walked over to the chair – his bottom was looking weird and wicket at the same time with the expanded hole hanging out between it's cheeks. Peter also went over to the chair and helped him to get his feet on the seat. Matthew held himself on the back of the chair as he squatted down. 'now it must get out!' he said as Peter kneeled on the floor behind him. He heard Peter breath in deeply several times. Peter was looking on his friends pale, skinny ass with the asshole protruding out widely and vastly swollen up with the turd pushing out two good inches. The turds surface had begun to dry out. Again a loud rumble from Matthews intestines as he took a deep breath for pushing. - 'Hnnnnnhh....' Matthew squeezed out between his closed lips while the overstretched border of his hole was swelling up more. The lumpy shit stuck in it was shaking a bit while a little bit of slime was appearing around it. - 'Gnnnnnnhh...' Matthew strained again and his hole pushed out further without the hole opening wider. Again a deep breath and pushing from Matthew. The hole moved out a little more. The skin surrounding the hole had changed from dark brown to a reddish tone and was shining silky and wet. A knobbly structure could be seen pushing out and stretching the skin to it's maximum. Peter touched the giantly widened asshole with his hand. Whatever was stuck in Matthews bowels – it was hard as wood and the embossment marking the border of the hole was pulsing with Matthews heart. - 'it's unbelievable thick! - It doesn't seem to move out.' He heard Matthew whisper with a haunted voice, 'I desperately need to fart but the gas wont pass by the turd – I have no other choice but to work it out now!' Peter tried to enfold the outbulging hole with his hands. It took him the index fingers and thumbs of both hands to reach around. - 'don't push against it – I really need to get it out right now,' he heard Matthew say in a pressed voice. - 'It is looking so hot – I had no other choice but touching it...' Peter excused. You may touch, but do it carefully. It really hurts when you push with your fingers on my hole.' Matthew again took a deep breath, 'Gnnnnnh....hnnnrrrrrr...,' Peter heard him strain while the veins on his assholes skin were pushing out and the turd bulged the hole out another finger-width. 'Oh man, this time it is extremely fat,' Matthew moaned, 'You don't know how much I need to fart,' he complained bracing his knees for taking a really forceful strain. - 'hnnnnh...hnnnnh...hnnnnh...' his belly was tensing in short beats. With every tension of the belly the turdhead moved out a bit more. Peter had expected that the assholes border, right now swollen up like a sausage loop, would get even bigger, but with the turd lurching out step by step he saw that the border of the hole turned thinner. Peter was jacking his dick frantically as he carefully fondled the structure of the turd through the paperthin stretched skin with his other hand. Matthew took another push. Now, finally the turd began to pass by the border of the hole. Hastily he said, 'quick! Put your hands under it so I can take a short break!' Peter put both hands against the tip of the turd. It's scent filled up the room and he couldn't resist to lick once again over the assholes border to get the aroma into his mouth. The weight of the shit-lump lay heavily on Peters hands. - 'man, thats severe – do it carefully,' Matthew whispered. - 'why aren't you going on right now?' Peter wanted to know. - 'just needed a break – I've done most of the work by now. I need to push more careful up from now. Otherwise it will hurt too much afterwards..' - 'Okay – you may take your hands off by now – have a look what's coming,' Matthew said taking another push. Now his straining was weaker and longer than before. At first, nothing happened, but after the third push the knobbly surface of the dark brown turd began to push out over the border of the tightly stretched out hole. With every push it was moving out a bit more. It had slid out nearly a foot long, wide as a grapefruit hanging off Matthews asshole as he shortly stopped and announced, 'now, the last section is coming.' The turd was looking like a loaf of bread stuck in his hole as it hung out of Matthews ass and Peter feared that it might fall on the floor breaking into pieces. As Matthew now took his last strain, Peter put his hands under the shit-loaf which now moving completely into the daylight. With unexpected speed another half foot of the brown mass was gliding out of Matthews hole until the turd was falling into Peters hands – he had trouble to catch the weight. - 'now, it's done,' Matthew moaned, 'wanna take another lick? Now I can fart for sure...' Peter was skidding closer to Matthews ass. Between his butt-cheeks was sitting the asshole, fluffed up to the size of an apple with the rectums skin pushing out thickly. All of it was covered by brownish-transparent slime with a well known taste. Peter put his mouth over the protruding fleshy bulge and pushed his sucking tongue deeply into the soft flesh. He heard a deep rumble coming up – 'look out, there's one coming,' Matthew announced as Peter felt that the bulging rectum was pushing out deep into his mouth. His tongue sank in the slimy canal as he felt it vibrate around his tongue and his nose filled with the stink of Matthews fart – he breathed in deeply as if he could not get enough of it. Matthew pushed once again and his rectum pushed out so strong that it totally filled Peters mouth. Again it vibrated – this time longer and less explosive than the first time. Peters nose was constantly filled by his favourite smell. Matthew strained several times and every strain pushed out another load of stinky gas. In the breaks he moaned how good it felt, 'and now, there's the last one,' he said and strained. A lot of stink came out of his ass – this time the sound was kind of wet. The vibrating turned into a bubbling sound towards its end and a big glob of well known slime was pushed into Peters mouth. He had no choice but swallow as his mouth was filled up again and again. That was too much impressions for Peter – he came hard on Matthews ass-cheeks. Matthew couldn't squat any more and stood up with shaking legs to walk over to the couch where he slouched on the sofa with his butt hanging oder the edge. Peter was still kneeling in a puddle of sperm and ass-slime – his mouth still full with the last portion from Matthews asshole. The turd was lying in front of him on the floor. - 'come over to me,' Matthew whispered silently. Peter got up and stood himself between Matthews spread legs. Matthew took Peters hands and pulled him closer. He followed up and pressed his mouth on Peters lips, trying to push his tongue into Peters mouth. He didn't want to open at first, but gave in in the end. As he opened his lips, the filling of slime floated over into Matthews mouth who instantly moaned out in pleasure and began searching with his tongue for more of that stuff in Peters mouth. That turned into a wild petting as Peter also wanted to get as much of that taste as possible. It ended as each of them had swallowed his part of the prize. - 'woah, that was great – I just came again' Peter marveled. - 'me not yet...' Matthew said with his face a little sad. - 'I may help,' Peter said an kneeled between his friends legs. He took Matthews hard dick into his mouth and a began a careful blowjob. With one hand he fondled at the still swollen-wet asshole. With no effort he pushed his fingers into the anal opening and carefully touched into his friends rectum. He found his prostate and began to massage on it. Every time he pushed on it a glob of soft liquid oozed out of Matthews dick making him moan out. Peter found the right dosage of pushing the prostate and sucking on his fiends dick – it didn't last long until until he felt the asshole tensing around his fingers rhythmically while Matthew moaned unloading his sperm into Peters mouth. Peter went on sucking a bit more until Matthew was squeaking that he should stop. He left the dick, sucked his fingers clean and once again liked over the asshole that meanwhile had gone down to the size of a lemon, but was still pushing out obscenely off Matthews butt. He kissed it once again until he stood up and lay himself beside Matthew on the couch. - 'now, that was crazy,' he said and got a kiss on his mouth as the response. - 'I think too that his was the hottest thing I have ever done. If I had known what great fun it is to shit together, I would have searched earlier for someone to do it with,' Matthew said. - 'I'm lucky that you have been waining so long that in the end it was me,' Peter laughed and cuddled Matthew. The recovered some minutes lying on the couch. Then they took on their T-shirts and Matthew went over to the turd still lying on the floor under the chair. It was about about five inches in diameter and 1,5 foot long forming a light curve of walnut-sized pieces of shit stuck together. As Matthew bend forward to take up the turd he presented his naked butt to Peter – in between his ass-cheeks there was still bulging out the pink oval of his swollen anus. He sat himself close to Peter with the turd-monster on his hands and lay it on his thighs, 'a piece like this is unusual for me,' he said proudly. The loaf had exactly the length of his thighs. Peter bent forward and stroke it's hard and knobbly surface with his fingers – it felt like a hard and heavy wooden loaf. Dry and compacted it was laying between Matthews thighs. Peter bent forward to take another whiff – great! He licked the surface several times and took up the bitter taste with his tongue. As it got wet the turds smell intensified. - 'I still can't believe that this thing came right out of your ass,' he said in amazement, 'this turd is real masterpiece.' - 'say, what's it like for you when you're licking on my shit?' Matthew wanted to know, 'is it okay to get shit into the mouth?' - 'I'm not sure – but I am sure that nobody had forbidden to me to lick on your shit,' he grinned, 'and in former times I had often licked my fingers clean as I got shit stuck to them.' - 'you never got sick from this?' - 'no, never – in the end it is still the food we ate, isn't it?' - 'I don't know...' - 'Well sucking on your shit is great for me – and it is a piece of you. Things coming out of your ass cant be bad, or what would you say? - 'I think that too,' Matthew laughed, 'would you also take my shit into your mouth?' - 'this one is a bit too wide for that, I think – and it already turned cold and dry – I prefer the idea to get it warm and freshly pushing out of your hole. - 'I would also try to lick on your asshole,' Matthew bloated suddenly, 'you have so much fun doing this to me that I want to find out if I also like doing such. Before Peter could reply to this they heard his mother calling: 'Peter... Matthew... get down from the tree house! I've got something to tell to you!' Hastily they rubbed off the strains from their bodies, took their clothes on and went down the tree. Before they left the house they wrapped the monster turd into the plastic bag so that no flies could get onto it.