Date: Sun, 2 Mar 2014 17:15:50 +0100 From: piggietail Subject: Matthew and Peter 07 (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 07 be my stallion They have been walking through the fields for quite a while when Matthew wanted to know: 'can you tell me where we are going to?' - 'we are quite near to a path people use for a walk at weekends – that's where we are going.' - 'what are we doing there?' - 'there's a spot on this path where there's standing the stump of a tree in the middle of the way. Quite near there's some bushes where one can hide easily,' Peter said, 'I thought that we may place your turd on that stump and hide in the Bushes to see what people are doing when they pass by.' - 'that sounds like fun!' Matthew was exited. Some minutes later they arrived at a path running parallel to the border of a forest. They followed this path and reached a stump that was standing about two feet high in the middle of the path. Its intersection had about the size of a small table and it seemed to be cut of recently because the surface was absolutely even and clean. - 'so, what do you think? -this seems to be the ideal place to present your masterpiece to the public, isn't it?' Peter wanted to know. - 'that's it! My turd will be looking perfect placed here,' Matthew agreed. They looked around if somebody else was around. When they were sure to be alone, Matthew opened the bag and Peter went in with both hands to take the thick loaf of shit out. Since the day before it's surface had turned more dry and darker – the smell was still as intense as the previous day and instantly filling the air with it's scent. Peter managed to loose the turd from the bags inside and carefully took out that heavy monster in one piece to place it on the stump. - 'what a pity what we are now setting it into the wild – I would have loved to play with it a bit longer,' Peter looked on his hands – there were absolutely no traces of shit left on them. - 'in one or two weeks I'll make you a new one, -promised!' Matthew smiled at him, 'let's go and hide before someone comes along and sees us. Peter pulled Matthew to some big bushes standing about 40 feet away from the stump. One could easily walk in from the backside and inside they found a free space that was taken by a trunk of wood lying on the floor. They both found enough space to sit on this. The leafs and branches were quite thick so that they could look to the outside without being seen from the path. - 'are you sure that no-one will find us in here?' Matthew wanted to know. - 'these Bushes are standing in the shade – people standing in the light won't be able to see us.' Peter assured him, 'I have been hiding here a lot of times and have never ever been discovered...' - 'Why have you been hiding here?' - 'I like to hide here and watch if there are wild animals showing up – and I use this place to jack off on occasion. - 'you're going in the forest to jack off???' - 'no, I simply like to be outside by myself – when I get a stiffy, here's the place to get relief...' - 'look out, there's someone coming!' Matthew whispered in tension. They went silent as they saw a group of four persons appear from the far end of the path. As they approached it showed up that this group was a family with two children, blond boys of about the same age as Peter and Matthew. They walked closer to the stump and the boys in the bush could see that both parents fixed their eyes on the present the boys left there. They said something to each other that couldn't be heard in the bush and went on as if turds of that size are typically lying on cut-off trees. The two boys followed them in a small distance – they discovered the turd by the time they arrived at the stump. They made big eyes and bounced each other with their elbows in their sides as it they wanted to insure themselves that the other had also seen that thing. As they fully arrived an the stump they stopped fascinated and talked hastily to each other – too silent to be heard by Peter and Matthew. Their parents had arrived at the bush in which the two boys were hiding as they remarked that their sons had stopped. - 'we should have known...' their father groaned out as he and his wive turned around and saw what their children had discovered. - 'Hey, you!' the woman cried out, 'leave that thing alone and hurry up to come over here!' Their boys winced and went on with their walk with caught looks in their face. - 'It was sure as sunrise that they would be gawking if somebody lets something swinish lying around!' the man said. They turned around and went on with their walk. As they disappeared Peter heard the woman say, 'But who is able to produce such a big thing – that must be someone sick...' their voices faded. The two boys came closer to the bush so that they could hear their conversation – they were discussing in wild gesticulation. - 'woah, that's what I call a big turd! - do you think that it is from a human?' - 'I think so, - I have once seen a piece like this lying in one of the toilets in school. There are no animals coming there!' - 'but that must me a giant! - or can you shit that big!' - 'no, I can't! - but there are only boys of our age going on that toilet – It must be a kid of our size.' - 'It must hurt like hell - and tell me, how can such a thing fit in a kids belly?...' They left the area where they could be heard. The older one carried a remarkable bulge in his pants on which he was playing with his hands in his pockets while the younger boy repeatedly touched his crack through the seat of his trousers. Shortly before they disappeared around a curve he slid his hand in the back of his trousers and fondled around between his ass-cheeks – then he pulled it out and smelled his hand. Then they all disappeared. - 'it seems that you gained two new fans,' Peter said. - 'the older one is one class above us,' Matthew replied. - 'and his little brother likes to smell shit' Peter announced, 'I am exited to see what the next ones will do...' Some minutes later two ladies on horses slowly appeared from the other side of the path. They were busy talking to each other and didn't remark at all what was lying there on the stump in the middle of the way. One of the horses lowered its head and tried to smell the turd but its rider pulled up the reins in a reflex and they went on without any of the women taking notice of the turd. For a while nothing happened and they began to be bored. - 'It's cold in here – can't we do something else?' Matthew demanded. - 'look out, there's someone coming,' Peter bumped him his elbow in the side A jogger appeared from the side to where the two ladies had left with their horses. He jogged closer to the trunk and didn't seem to take notice of the turd – but then he suddenly stopped as if he was struck by a lightning and stared at the turd layed out prominent and heavy. He looked around as if he expected someone to be around – then he bent forward and took a closer look on Peters shit-loaf. Carefully he touched it with his index finger as if he wanted to test it still being alive. He seemed to be surprised about its hardness or its weight and carefully clapped on it with one hand – the loaf waggled a bit. He was sporting a remarkable bulge in his jogging trousers as he was examining the turds surface with his hand before he moved it to his nose to smell on it. He was especially interested in the bumpy beginning of the turd which he touched very careful with his fingers. Meanwhile he was fondling his bulge with the other hand. He carefully looked around before he again bent down to the turd – that was the moment when Peter and Matthew heard a snoring from the other direction. The jogger stood upright in a reflex and took up his jogging as if nothing happened. He passed the boys bush with a deep red face and they saw that his long dick was dangling between his legs as he jogged. They had no time to exchange on their impressions. A black haired boy about sixteen years of age came around the far curve riding slowly on a brown stallion. Peter knew that stallion well – but he had never before seen that boy. As the horse approached to the stump, it's walk slowed down and it directed it's steps to the turd. It lowered it's head down to the turd and loudly soaked in the air. Of course also the boy had discovered what was lying there on his way and seemed about as interested as the stallion. He had big trouble to direct his horse away from the stump – every time he pulled the rein to the side, the stallion turned his head back and continued to sniff towards the Piece of shit. Finally the boy jumped out of the saddle and pulled the stallion away to a tree at the border of the path where he fixed the rope. There he left the stallion still sniffing in the direction of Matthews shit and went back to the stump. He looked around nervously before he bent down to Matthews turd. He fingered it as if he wanted to make himself sure of it being real. Then his left hand slid into his trousers and he fondled his crotch. Again he looked around nervously and went back to the horse, where he was looking for something in it's saddlebag. He took out a plastic bag, ran back to the stomp and looked around again. Then he hastily put the turd into the plastic bag and went back to the stallion which regarded him all the time scratching with his hoofs and was sniffing in great interest towards the turd. The boy hang the bag on the saddles knob and loosened the horses rope from the tree. As he did this, the horse tried to smell his hands again and again but didn't reach them properly. The boy jumped back into the saddle and tried to direct the nervously dancing stallion back onto the way. Despite his efforts the horse directed it's steps directly back to the now empty stump and began to smell the intersection exactly at the spot where the Loaf of shit was lying before. The boy tried to motivate the horse to move on as he was pulling on its bridle without any success. The stallion doesn't seem to take any notice of him. Instead he was sniffing intensively snoring on the stump and nervously dancing with his back from one side to the other. His tail was standing upright and the tail-hair was swinging from one side to the other giving an idea of the stallions dark-brown asshole which was thickly bulging out. Peter remarked that Matthew was stiffening upright to get a better sight and bend forward to the leaves, 'That horse has a giant asshole!' he babbled. Peter could tell that he was absolutely right with that – the tail was now standing upright and tilting a bit to the right so that the tail-hair was giving a clear sight onto the horses butt. They saw that the stallions asshole was constantly bulging out so that only the powerful contractions of it's sphincter could avoid the shit to push out. It was looking as if the stallion tried to keep his shit in as long as possible – so far with great success. Peter heard Matthew breathing so loud that he feared that the rider might hear them but it seemed that the the boy on the horse had totally different problems - he was close to get despaired of the capers of his horse. Then, finally , the stallion moved forward with one big step so that his ass moved to a position above the stump - then he stopped again. The boy on the saddle turned around and grimaced enervated as he saw that the tail of his horse was now laying flat on its back and heard it grunt out. The boy put one of his hands on the horses ass trying to bent back to see what was happening there. Peter already knew what would happen next – but for Matthew it seemed to be the very first time. Breathing heavily he saw with wide open eyes as the stallions dark-brown ass-skin was rapidly bulging out and widening the puckered tail-hole by the horse-shit that was forcefully pushed out. It has already opened so wide that the boys in the bushes could see the lumps that have blocked in that rectum as the stallion once again contracted its sphincter with a loud grunt – the opening actually closed once again totally, but in the same time the bulge under its tail was getting bigger. They could easily see how the stretched skin was shining in dark colour from the texture of the bumpy horse-shit pressing against it. The stallion couldn't fight any longer against his bowels and gave up with a moan. In big lumps a flood of caked horse-shit fell on the stump, accompanied by occasional grunts of the stallion. As the last loaf was forced out of it's hole the horses rectum bulged out and formed a fleshy flower under the tail as the horse clenched his hole shut and finally continued the ride. As horse and rider disappeared the boys could see that the swollen rectum was slowly sliding back into the hole and the tail lowered. They had just left the sight of the boys as Matthew babbled out, 'I can't believe it – that guy took my turd away!' - 'I'm sure that the jogger would have done the same if he could,' Peter replied. - 'That horse was like mad – it went totally frantic as it smelled on my shit...' Matthew worked his crotch with both hands- 'and it's gigantic asshole... -I can't believe it!' - 'have you never before seen an horse shitting?' Peter wanted to know. - 'Of course I have, but never directly from behind and that close... ...and never before that thick and that much,' Matthews face had turned red from his excitement. - 'do you want to see that pile of horseshit from close?' - 'Yeah!' Matthew jumped up and was already out of the bush and on his way to the stump which was richly decorated by horse-apples. Peter ran behind him and they arrived at the shit-pile simultaneously. It was still steaming and they felt the warmth of it on their legs. The shit-lumps were shining light brown and had about the size of big apples each. The intense smell of strawy horse-shit filled the air. - 'That's a really big pile,' Matthew announced, 'the stump has nearly disappeared under it!' Peter went down and took up one of the lumps, 'Wanna touch?' - he pointed his hand holding the lump towards Matthew, who hesitated at first, but then he took the lump in his hand. He was surprised by the weight and hardness of that lump. He took a short smell – a shiver was running down his spine, 'somehow it smells exiting,' he said nervously working with his other hand on his crotch. - 'it's the same for me,' Peter replied working with his hands in his trousers. - 'perhaps we shouldn't be standing like this in the middle of the way...' - 'I think you're right,' replied Peter, 'come with me – I know a place where we will be on our own...' He took Matthew by his hand and pulled him away from the path into the forest. Soon they arrived to a narrow path that seemed to direct parallel to the border of the forest. - 'Where are you going with me?' Matthew wanted to know. - 'I know a small glade, no-one ever comes to. There we can enjoy ourselves.' As they were walking the actual impressions were circulating in Matthews head: 'Say, are all horses that keen on shit?' - 'I don't know – I only know this stallion and he definitely is keen on shit – on his own and on the one from others. - I got the impression that everyone is keen on YOUR shit!' - 'what? You know this horse? How did you find out that it is hot on shit?' - 'Very often I am passing by his fence when I walk in the fields – so I take some time to watch him. That stallion has the habit to smell on his own shit and often gets so exited by this that he gets a hardon. He plays on his shit with his mouth and also pisses on it to continue his play afterwards. When he has sniffed on his shit for long enough, he shits new ones on top of the pile...' - 'you mean, he shits all on one pile?' - 'yeah, that's a quite big mountain and he always tries to step over it in a way that makes his new shit fall exactly on top.' - 'the way he has done it with the stump?' - 'exactly this way – you know what, I think that the stallion also tries to hold his shit back into his butt as long as he can...' - 'that's not true!' - 'If I tell you! Often he is playing on his pile until he steps over it as if he wanted to shit and raises his tail. I even have seen his hole bulging out, but then he contracts his hole and goes away. He is behaving like this several times until he finally is not able to hold it in any more.' - 'that's unbelievable!' - 'I think that he is doing this a bit out of boredom – maybe also because he wants to annoy me,' meanwhile they arrived to a small glade that was covered by soft moos and they sat down on a fallen tree. - 'what do you mean by him wanting to annoy you?' - 'when I waited at his gate he always stood for shitting in a way that I could clearly see his asshole from the fence. When I moved closer to the fence to watch him shitting his pile, he often turned his head, looked at me and clenched his hole shut before the shit could come out.' - 'how often is he doing this until he can't hold in any more?' Matthew was nervously riding on the tree – meanwhile the bulge in his crotch had turned into a small tent... - 'I don't know how long he can if he really wants to. The last time I stood waiting at his gate he made this play four times for sure. Then I made him smell on my hand with which I had touched my dick before. That exited him so much that he immediately went to his pile and shat some new horse-apples on it.' - 'Was this shit as big as in the path?' - 'no, his turd was much bigger than this...' - 'show me how big his hole went...' meanwhile Matthew had opened his trousers to get better access to his tool... - 'about this big...' Peter formed an oval opening with a diameter of about one foot with index finger and thumb of both hands, 'the lumps were so much caked together that his hole was widened again and again to a larger opening – he always grunted as this happened...' Peter had also pulled down his trousers. - 'I can't believe until I see this by my own eyes!' Matthew cried out. - 'right now I want to see you first...' Peter bent over to Matthew and kissed him. Then he said, 'come on, let's play stallion and naughty boy,' - 'what?' Matthew gave him a puzzled look. - 'go on legs and show me your beautiful, big horse-asshole – I want to lick on it!' - 'ah!' now Matthew had catched the thought – he went down from the tree and moved in a doggy position. The he presented his shinny, white ass to Peter and tried to nicker – the result was quite poor. - 'I may also shake my tail if you want to...' he proposed. - 'you're doing that anyway,' replied Peter who went down on the moos behind him and tore Matthews ass-cheeks wide apart to smell on his hole. As he moved his nose closer to the wrinkled slit between Matthews ass-cheeks, he instantly had that familiar smell and the adventures in the tree-house sprang back in his mind. He already had an erection when he took his position behind Matthew, but now his dick turned that hard that it hurt. Almost in reflex he sticked out his tongue and licked over the slightly sweaty skin in Matthews crack, who began to snore as if he was a horse. - 'I wonder if my horsey has some shit in his ass,' Peter said. - 'find it out...' Matthew replied and wiggled his ass. Peter moistured his index finger and pushed gentle against the slit formed by Matthews hole – his finger sunk in nearly with no effort through a slight resistance into a comforting moist and warm cavern. Matthew moaned and pushed his hips toward Peter – the finger moved in it's total length. It was quite pleasant to feel in Matthews rectum – especially feeling his prostate, as Peter already knew. But now he really wanted to find out whether there was shit beyond the length of his fingers in Matthews asshole. He moistened the index finger of his other hand and pushed it along the first finger into the hole – that was quite as easy as for the first one and Matthew moaned accordingly. Then Peter tried to pull his fingers apart. An opening appeared between them and air was sucked into Matthews rectum with a hissing sound. - 'wow!' Peter was amazed, 'Now, I'm curious if I can have a look through this hole into my stallions ass,' he pulled the opening wider – Matthew tried to relax his hole as good as possible. An oval opening at about the size of a pingpong ball appeared. The sun was shining on Matthews back and a beam fell through the hole into his open rectum – there was not much shit to see. Peter looked into a wide open, bulgy cavern that went away in a curve to Matthews spine. He couldn't look in deeper. It's surface was pink and moving slightly back and forth. From time to time he saw a ring appear that lowered the diameter a bit – once Peter has watched a documentary about termites – he was instantly reminded on the monstrously swollen body of the termites queen. That was the sight, her body must offer from its inside. He kept his idea for himself. In some of the bulges were lying small brown lumps – they were too far away for Peters finger and somehow they seem to be stuck at their place. - 'and? Is the stallions ass full ?' demanded Matthew. - 'it is full of air,' replied Peter, 'and some brown crumbs are hanging around – nothing more.' - 'maybe you may smell something,' Matthew proposed. Peter stuck his nose in the opening he still held open with his hands, 'Your asshole smells great,' he said, 'and every time you're breathing in, there's warm, stinky air coming out...' - 'wait a moment – now there's a lot of my aroma coming,' Matthew announced and tensed his belly. A strong stream of warm earthy smelling moist gas hit Peters face – he went back and saw the surface of that cavern contracting and pushing fast towards the asshole. A wet fart was heard as Matthews bowels pushed themselves out through the opening. Then Matthew relaxed, the pink skin sunk back in the hole and his rectum sucked the air back in. - 'how was that?' - 'woah, that was hot – can you do that again?' Peter was staring on the opening as Matthew tensed again. The smelly air came out with a loud hiss and again his bowels forced themselves through his anal opening offering their familiar smell to Peter. Hastily he licked over that bulge and Matthew tensed once again making his moist rectal tissue move out a bit bigger. Peter stuck his mouth over that bulge and sucked on it – he tried to stick his tongue in the centre and tasted a bitter note deep in this warm canal. As Matthew relaxed again Peter felt his tongue losing its resistance. An airstream went into his nose through his mouth into Matthews hole – as his mouth was still connected to the border of Matthews hole this was the only way to suck in air. It was funny to feel air moving through his head without his own will. As the stream ended, Peter took a deep breath and blew his air gently into Matthews hole until he felt that he can't get in more. - 'oh!' escaped Matthews lips in surprise. Then he tensed in a reflex and blew out the air into Peters lungs – the overrun of air blew out of his nose – some snot spayed on Matthews back as his rectum moved with a welt-bubbly sound into Peters mouth. He tasted sweet slime spilling out of the bulging rectum – Matthew moaned silently from his effort. Then his bowels sank back into his hole and again sucked in the air. Meanwhile Peter breathed in waiting to the moment then Matthews bowels were filled. As he sensed this, he blew his lungs into the hole until he felt that he reached the maximum. - 'oh, man, I never felt this full!' Matthew moaned and tensed his body to blow the air back out. Peters lungs were filling fast – as he felt them being full he clenched his nose shut. Abruptly the air blowing out of the ass stopped and and Matthew moaned loudly – 'you swine!' he pressed through his lips and tried to push again. But Peter held his lips shut around Matthews hole. - 'I can't reach it,' Matthew moaned and the pressure in Peters mouth decreased. That was the moment when Peter blew his lungs into Matthews bowels as fast and as forceful as he could. - 'Ooooooh!' Matthew moaned loud and Peter breathed in again to try out how much he could get into Matthews bowels if he only tries strong enough. He held the pressure on the hole while he embraced Matthews hips to avoid him move away. - 'Oh, man! That's too much!' Matthew cried out, 'let me loose – you are hurting me!' Peter moved away from that hole – it stayed wide open without the help of his fingers. Matthew tensed with a moan and once again Peter felt he warm wind in his face. The hole bulged out as slime was spaying in his face and Matthews rectum squeezed out through the opening. Hastily Peter licked oder the pink moist – it felt great! - 'Ouch!' in a reflex Matthew strained heavily and pressed his rectum even more out of his bulging hole pressing a loud fart and lots of slime into Peters mouth - he was in seventh heaven and fondled heavily on his dick. 'I can't go on like this – I already feel dizzy from all the pressing,' he heard Matthew say. - 'but it's so great sucking on your hole – dond't you like it too...?' he begged. - 'I too like the feeling but I need to find another posture,' Matthew replied, 'why don't you lie on your back and I try o crouch over your face – like that I don't need to work with so much effort.' Peter didn't hesitate for a second. He lay flat on the grass in the sun and Peter crouched a bit shiftless over his buddy. - 'ready?' he heard Matthew ask. - 'Yesss!' was his reply – instantly he sticked out his tongue into the still bulging moist opening between Matthews ass-cheeks that lowered onto Peters face until his friend was practically sitting on it – Matthew heard a choking sound! Peter pushed Matthews ass up with his hands and said, 'I can't breathe like this!' - 'I may sit on your hands,' Matthew proposed. That idea worked better – like this Peter could regulate how close his face gets to Peters ass and he still could breathe. He continued licking on his buddies hole and felt that it lost its tension and was widening. He moved his chin a bit upwards and managed to embrace the asshole with his lips without blocking his nose. Then he began to suck on that sphincter and drilled his tongue into the soft opening in its middle. Almost simultaneously Matthew began to strain. His hole bulged out and widened. Out of its centre there was again spilling sweet slime and the bowels tissue was pushing out slowly into Peters mouth. The boy was sucking frenetically on the pulsing, moist bulge that began to fill his throat by his friends repeating strains, dispensing the slime Peter liked to taste so much. He pushed his tongue as deep as he could in the moist opening – it went in without any resistance. With the tip of his tongue he touched little hard, bitter tasting pieces embedded in the wrinkles of that slimy skin. Peter nearly went nuts from his excitement – if he only would be able to touch his boner! He felt that Matthew began to jack him slowly – his friend remarked his handicap and that he himself still has a free hand. Jacking himself and Peter, Matthew again tensed his belly. With his forceful grunt his bowel moved out that strong through his gaping hole that Peter needed to tear his mouth open to the max to get all of that bulging bowels in. He was close to get a cramp in his tongue by his efforts to move it as deep as possible into the centre of that prolapse. He was obsessed by the idea to get somehow to the taste of Matthews shit and searched around with the tip of his tongue for pieces that might hide in the folds of the rectums skin. Every time he found one he moaned in ecstasy and tried to work it loose out of its ambush. Matthew had stopped to jack himself enjoying the feelings Peters work on his asshole gave him – by his constant straining a nearly constant flow of slime spilled into Peters mouth, who ambitiously swallowed it down. From time to time Peter reached to loosen one of the shitty bits from the folds that instantly gave him the familiar, bitter note that moved him a painful step closer to his orgasm. Most of the times these bits disappeared soon after in another wrinkle, but some were also carried by the slime into his mouth. He had no choice but to swallow them – he went more and more horny and sensed that his climax was dangerously close. He intensified the vacuum on Matthews rectum and his tongue searched for shitty bits as fast as he could. Matthew jacked on Peters dick while the pulse of his straining went faster and shorter. Peter heard him hackle. Suddenly Matthews body bent forward from a massive strain as he forced his protruding rectum into Peters mouth with extreme effort. A gush of bitter-sweet liquid spilled into Peters throat making him swallow as fast as he could to avoid him choking on the mixture of slime and remains of Matthews shit. That was the moment he felt the tickling pressure rising in his dick that signalized his ejaculation- he moaned out loud. Also Matthew moaned and once again strained a hard as he could. That was too much for Peter – His sperm was shooting out of his aching hard boner in milky spills all over the grass and Matthews face. As the fury was over Matthew sank down forward on Peters body breathing heavily. Peter also needed his time to recover. Right in front of his eyes was still Matthews prolapse hanging out shiny wet out of his asshole. As Peter recovered enough he rose his head and kissed fondly Matthews bulging rectum – he gently pushed it back in using his tongue and lips. As he finished, he licked once again through Matthews crack and kissed him on one of his ass-cheeks, 'hey, that was the hottest thing I ever experienced!' he said in a weak voice. - 'I still need to recover,' Matthew replied silently. They stayed like this lying on each other in the sun, then Matthew let himself roll down from Peters body and lay himself next to him in the grass. They stayed like this silently for a while. Then, Matthew said: 'I think, now its my turn to see whether there's something in your butt waiting for me!' In his passion for Matthew Peter had totally forgotten that he hasn't dropped a turd since the middle of the week and suddenly he felt something pressing from inside against his anal muscle. - 'well, I hope I will be able to reach your standard...' he said and moved himself kneeling over Matthews chest. Like this Matthew had the perfect sight on Peters bubbly ass-cheeeks. He took each with one of his hands and parted them. The sunlight fell in the wet glowing trench between them illuminating Peters bulbous asshole, that Matthew now saw for the first time by full lighting. In the middle of a shiny pink area in the centre of Peters ass five big, pink cushions made of his anal skin were kind of oozing out around a small moist opening. That was totally different from the hole Matthew had seen between his ass-cheeks by using his mothers makeup-mirror. - 'Can you spread your ass-cheeks for me?' he asked Peter,who took his hands back and parted his muscular ass as far as he could pushing it a bit more to his friends face. Matthew felt with his index finger oder the cushions surrounding Peters hole. They were warm, soft and wet and emitted a slight sweaty smell of shit. He could easily flatten these cushions by pressing them with his finger, when he let them loose they quickly fluffed up to their former size. He pushed his finger in the opening that formed in the centre of these cushions and it sank in easily – then he reached to a barrier: Peters sphincter. - 'let me get in,' he asked his friend and made a circling move with hin fingertip. - 'I'n not sure if there's not already something coming out when I do so,' Peter warned feeling the rising pressure in his rectum and really tried to relax that tensed muscle. Matthew felt with his fingertip that the muscle closing Peters bowels was getting softer but instantly after relaxing clenched shut again – with the constant pressing of his finger he sunk in deeper into Peters hole step by step in the moments of relaxing – a wrinkled, soft canal contracting rhythmically around his index finger. Then, finally, he had sunk in that deep into it that he felt a hard barrier: the compacted tip of Peters turd! - 'tell me, how is it?' Peter asked a bit stressed. - 'I feel a turd – but I can't reach in deeper,' Matthew replied, 'you got too much tension on your hole!' - 'I'm in fear that my load is coming out instantly,' Peter replied. - 'move your ass up and put yourself in a doggy position,' Matthew demanded and pushed Peters ass up. Peter let himself fall onto his knees and hands and Matthew sat up behind him. Peters muscular ass-cheeks had spread wide presenting his shiny pink hole in the sunlight – Matthew sat close behind it. - 'like this it wont bee too easy for your shit to come out,' he stated and again started to fondle Peters hole. Indeed Peter felt the pressure in his rectum decrease and relaxed. Matthew saw his friends hole now being less swollen – the pink 'cushions' had changed into big wrinkles that reminded him of pieces of a cake pointing into the centre of that asshole. This 'cake' now had an oval form and the biggest 'slice' of it was on the side that was closest to his balls. The opening in he centre now was nothing more than a small slit. Matthew didn't tell anything about his idea of a cake – he thought that calling Peters hole like this could be unsuitable. He moved his face closer to Peters anal entrance and the smell of fresh sweat and shit intensified. Matthew felt a growing tension between his legs. Again he put his index finger into the centre of that hole – this time he sunk in easily into that warm canal. Peter made a silent grunt – nothing more. This time the canal seemed to be longer – Matthew wasn't able to get more touch to Peters turd than the tip of it. He pulled is finger out and wettened his middle finger in his mouth – Peters intense ass-smell hit his nose, making him lick over his index finger as well: a bitter taste. He had more luck with his middle finger which was so long that he could reach to touch a bit more of the turds surface. It was made of several compacted pieces with one of them sitting o top forming the tip he felt at first. - 'can you push a bit?' he asked Peter, who strained gently making his turd move along Matthews finger into the anal canal. It was great to have that bumpy texture glide on his fingers skin and he wished that he only had longer fingers. Peter paused his strain and the turd under Matthews finger was gliding back into Peters bowels. He pulled it out – there was some slime stuck to it and it showed slight brown traces. - 'is my shit soft?' Peter wanted to know. - 'in the beginning there are hard pieces,' Matthew replied. - 'that's good!' Peter said, 'this one won't come out too easy...' - 'so I still have time lick on your hole as well,' Matthew went closer to Peters anal opening and gently licked over it. It tasted bitter, salty and was very soft. The five 'cushions' felt like moist lips and invited his tongue to move deeper into its centre. Some licks later he couldn't stand this invitation any more and pushed his tongue in. It went in easily with almost no resistance – Peter giggled – 'that tickles!' he said. Matthew was not irritated by these words and moved his tongue deeper into the canal that gave way for his tongue with its wrinkled surface. But I seemed that Matthews tongue was even shorter than his index finger – the only thing he got was a bitter-sweet taste but no touch to the texture of Peters turd. - 'gny go buwh...' it was not easy to speak with the tongue stuck in another boys asshole, but Peter got the message. Matthew heard him strain and felt the canal swell up around his tongue and push out. In the same time it parted before his tongue and the tip of Peters turd was gliding a good move onto his tongue. That was a hot impression but Matthew also panicked that he might have his mouth full of shit within seconds – so he pulled back his head. He stared paralysed on the centre of the swollen oval hole expecting to see the turd appear in its middle every moment. Instead there were only oozing out some bubbles between the 'cushions' - 'don't you want any more?' Peter had stopped his straining. - 'Why, yes!' Matthew said instantly and took all his braveness together. Peter had got his shit into his mouth and nothing serious happened to him – so he should also be able to do so. He licked over the surface of Peters asshole which was now swollen up just like these thick lips the models in his mothers fashion magazine sometimes had. Peter took another strain and the 'lips' grew bigger. Matthews tongue easily sank into its centre and he closed his wide open mouth around the bulgy border of Peters hole. Out of its middle the hard tip of Peters turd moved towards Matthews tongue, gliding on it's total length. But it didn't move out of of his hole. Every time Peter took a short break from pushing, it totally sunk back into his hole to push back against Matthews tongue – great! His erection was hurting uncomfortably. Peter took a new strain and Matthew moved his head back to see the asshole as his fried pushed out his shit. The oval opening of bulgy 'cushions' was bulging bigger and the 'cushion' that was already bigger than the rest pushed out like a big, pulsating bowl from Peters hole. On it's outside that bowl hat the pink shin Peters crack presented. Looking to it's inside it got more and more deep red and the side that was oozing out of Peters hole was deep red and covered by big wrinkles aligning into the rectum. The other four 'cushions' had also swollen up and showed the same colouring and big wrinkles on their insides – but by far not as big as the fist that as now looking like a firm cherry that was somehow hanging out of Peters asshole. Matthew couldn't get his eyes away as Peter took another strain. The Oval border of 'cushions' parted and gave way to a set of thick, moist wrinkles opening the opening wider. Then the centre of the wrinkles parted and gave sight to the tip of the turd. Matthew saw light brown lumps moving out through the canal. Peter took a break to breath through. - 'come on, give another push' Matthew cheered him up, 'that's a great look!' he was working his boner with both of his hands. - 'wait a moment,' Peter moaned and took a deep breath. Then he pushed again. The meaty-red canal parted again and the tip of the turd moved out more far. The lumps compacted to its beginning had about the size of grapes and pushed the anal canal open to the diameter of a small tangerine. Peter strained a hard as he could but he didn't reach to move his turd out more in the position he actually took. Only the 'cushions' had swollen to a monstrous format – the biggest of all was hanging out of Peters hole like a small pouch. ' I wonder how this feels?' Matthew thought and slowly licked from the border of that hole to it's pulsing centre. - Peter moaned out! His turd moved back in as he pressed, 'be gentle, your touch is totally intense,' through his teeth, 'I'd like to push it out right now but I don't reach it with my bottom pointing up...' - 'come on, do it once again for me,' Matthew begged and licked gently over his friends protruding hole. Peter began to strain and Matthew felt the 'cushions' filling with blood, getting bigger under his tongue. Peters wrinkled anal tissue pushed out and as Matthew touched the metallic tasting insides with his tongue Peter moaned loudly but didn't loose his tension. The fat wrinkles were oozing out of the gaping 'cushions' and parted from the turd moving up. The movement shortly stopped by Peter taking a fast breath – then he strained again. The meaty puff around the turd went bigger as it pushed more out. Matthew was now fondling this border with his tongue. - 'now it comes!' Peter said and strained again. The turd began a forceful movement onto Matthews tongue making him take his head back. He looked o a thick, deep-red, puffy opening with the turd stuck in it thick as a tangerine. Peter tried another strain and in fascination Matthew saw that the five 'cushions' around the hole ware swelling up like wieners and parted more. In the traces they opened there were wrinkles swelling up to new bulges – the turd remained stuck in the hole. - 'once again!' Peter pressed through his teeth and stained as hard as he could. But also this time the tip of the turd was not moving more out. It was now surrounded by a set of ten bulges pushing out of peters gaping hole giving a bizarre frame to the compacted lumps in the middle. - 'I would like to push it out so much, but it doesn't work,' Peter whimpered - 'come on, kneel over me,' Matthew proposed. Peter reached quite good to get his hole clenched shut and they changed position so that he now found some rest with his ass-cheeks on Matthews hands. Matthew was lying under him and could easily regulate how close he wants to be to Peters ass. Peter was stabilizing himself with one hand on the floor - he took his free right hand to slowly work on Matthews aching hard boner. Matthew saw that Peters hole had closed shut again hiding his shit, but it was still enormously swollen. As Peter erected his body it was swelling more and the thick, dark-red 'cushions' were parting again... - 'ready?' Peter wanted to know. - 'sure, let it come,' Matthew replied from below with is voice shaking from excitement. Peters asshole began a move out of his bottom and the thick 'cushions' on its border parted, giving space for a ring of five deep-red bulges filling the spaces in between and parting right after that showing the tip of Peters turd. Matthew crossed his legs and flexed the muscles of his tights – the sight of Peeters hole was so hot that he was close to his orgasm. Peter was alerted and slowed down his jacking on Matthews pulsing dick. He took a breath and pushed and felt that in his insides something was beginning to move. Matthew saw the thick swollen ring of anal tissue widening and the tip of the turd passing by the inner ring of 'cushions'. The movement stopped and Peter announced, 'that's a big one!' before he took a new breath. - 'hmmm...' Matthew confirmed from below. His face was just a foot away from Peters ass and he couldn't move his eyes away from the sight he was offered there. With Peters strain the turd moved out over the border of of Peters swollen hole. The outer bulges now had changed to a bluish colour being connected through a thin pink skin forming the border of Peters hole. The next strain made some of the lumps on the tip fall off hard on Matthews chest. - 'oh, man!' Peter took a new breath and strained. His hole widened some more and his turd was slowly pushing out. It was stretching the thin red skin in an oval shape with the bluisch bulges lined up like pearls on its border. Peter moaned as his turd gained speed gliding out of his ass. It showed the diameter of a tangerine and was moving towards Matthews chest to strike it hardly. Peter moaned shortly as the movement was blocked. Involuntary Matthew breathed in raising his chest and pushing the turd back to Peters ass who was already straining again. At first nothing more happened than a swelling of his hole. Then, he strained again – this time that strong that he began to piss. His sausage was slowly bending and continued its glide out of Peters hole. While he was silently moaning a loop of shit was forming on Matthews chest reminding him of a pork sausage. To it's end it was softer and it was gaining speed. Then the end of the loaf fell out of Peters hole and the loop was perfect. Matthew was overwhelmed by the intense smell of Peters shit and quite impressed by the weight of his turd – he wasn't expecting so much. Peter had gained speed jacking on Matthews dick and announced, 'there's more inside!' Matthew saw the anal ring of bulges swell up again parted by the inner ring of bulges pushing out of Peters hole. A slick sound came out his gaping hole and a stream of softer shit began to ooze out of his monstrously swollen hole forming a turd of shit into the centre of the shit-ring on Matthews chest. While the seemingly endless stream of soft-ice-shit was forced out of Peters hole, the 'cushions' forming the two concentric rings went bigger and moved more out of his hole. Matthew was hypnotized and felt his orgasm grow unavoidably by Peters jacking. With a last push the stream of shit interrupted and a wet fart oozed out of the middle of that bulgy swollen inferno formerly known as Peters asshole. Peter gave a last push and the bulgy set of 'cushions' was pushing out wide for the last time. That was too much for Matthew. He felt his arms weakening and the pain in his balls rise powerful. His first load of sperm hit Peter in his open mouth, the second passed Peters left ear in a big curve and fell on Mathews forehead. That was the moment Matthew nearly passed out and lost the control over Peters bottom. His arms sank down to his head so that Peter was suddenly sitting with his hole on Matthews face who began to choke. Quickly Peter realized the mess his friend was in and made himself roll down into the grass. Matthews boner was still pulsing and there were big globs of sperm oozing out of his glans, running down the shaft. It took quite a while for them to recover. - 'oh, man, that was hot!' Matthew finally sighed. Peter took a look on his friend and laughed out, 'let me help you,' he said and pulled him closer. Then he licked several times from both ears to his mouth: 'you had kind of a brown coating there,' he giggled Matthew went with his hand through Peters hair – 'it seems that you have a new hair styling gel,' Peter gave him a puzzled look. - 'don't worry, it really looks as if you are having styling gel in your hair – it looks funny,' Matthew calmed him down. - 'Let's go back home,' Peter proposed, 'I think, it's getting late.' - 'you mean, the way I am looking right now?' Matthew demanded and pointed to the big turd of shit sitting on his chest. - 'wait a moment,' Peter said and ran to the border of the clearing. He went back with some leaves of coughwort to use them to take up the shit as if he was taking a hot cake with oven cloths. He lay this in the grass and began to rub on Matthews chest with further leaves to get it clean. - 'I think that this is okay,' he then announced. - 'don't you think that it still smells?' - 'I can't say surely,' Peter admitted, 'my shit is definitely smelling stronger...' They took on their clothes, took a short moment to admire Peters arrangement of shit and left the clearing without talking. They went back the path that lead them to the border of the forest and to the stump that was covered by horse-shit. Meanwhile it has turned dry and and no longer as attractive as it appeared being fresh. But it's smell still had the power to turn the boys bumpy. - 'come on, on our way back I'll show you the stallions barn,' Peter proposed. - ' isn't this a detour?' - 'not much,' Peter calmed him down, 'there's still enough time left until we should be home. As they walked Matthew wanted to know: 'say, do you know the boy who was riding the stallion?' - 'no,' Peter replied – 'I have seen him never before. I don't think that he owns the horse. The guys who bought this house and land must be rich – that was not the kind he is looking like.' - 'why do you think that they must be rich?' - They have a quite nice house over there and so far I have never before seen someone living in it,' Peter replied, 'people that don't need to live in a house like this and don't need to look after such a horse by themselves, definitely must have too much money,' he stated. The sounded logical for Matthew. They arrived to a property surrounded by bushes – a roof of red tiles could be seen - 'this is the house where the horses lives,' Peter said. As they went closer and more details showed up Matthew agreed that all this was not at all looking cheap. Their way was leading around the property and they reached the fence of the stallions gate. As expected, the brown horse they had seen on the border of the forest was standing on it and munched some grass that was lying at the wall of its stable. As he got sight of the boys, he snuffled and slowly trotted over to their place still munching. As the animal was standing before him Matthew realized how big the stallion was - he looked up in amazement and a bit in fear to the big head that was now moving over the fence. Without any fear Peter offered his hand to the stallion that began to sniff on it in interest. Then he fondled his nose. - 'he likes this a lot,' Peter told, 'look out what happens now...' Matthew regarded Peter fondle the stallions nose and how the horse pressing it against Peters hand deeply inhaling its smell. He admired him for his braveness and was wondering what the hell should happen... - 'and what ever should happen?' he demanded. In this moment he heard a loud slapping from under the horses belly. - 'take a look,' Peter proposed. Matthew kneeled down, 'Oh my goodness, that a gigantic dick!' he cried out. - 'and I know how to get it hard,' peter said proudly, 'rubbing his nose makes him hot – do you want to try?' - 'I'm not sure – isn't he dangerous?' Matthew asked a bit in fear. - 'he is not doing any harm to you,' Peter promised, 'you only need to hold your hand flat to his nose. Otherwise he will accidentally bite your fingers.' Matthew made a sceptic look – finally he gave himself a push and began to gently touch the stallions nose. It felt soft and a bit wet. Obviously the stallion liked being fondled by their hands – the slapping under his belly went faster. - 'doesn't that hurt to him?' Matthew asked. - 'I don't think so,' Peter replied, 'for him this must be as if he is jacking off.' he stated. Suddenly the stallion left their hands and turned his head towards Matthews chest sniffing to the place where Peters turd was sitting some minutes ago. - 'he wants to eat my t-shirt,' Matthew giggled. - 'no, he is smelling my shit – move a bit closer so that he can smell more easily.' Matthew tested out how close he can get to the stallions nose without him being able to bite him. Meanwhile the horse made a long neck and tried to smell closely on the place between Matthews nipples. The slapping under his belly went louder. - 'your smell really makes him hot,' Peter remarked. - 'I would say that it's more your smell!' The horse was arching his back and a loud slap made him grunt – then it turned to its right side. - 'his boner has grown even bigger!' Matthew said in amazement. The stallion was walking with stiff legs to the left, his boner swinging from one side to the other. - 'what's he doing now?' Matthew wanted to know. - 'now he's for sure walking over to his toilet to play with his shit.' They followed the horse along the fence until it stopped in the corner of its gate. The stallion lowered his head to a remarkable big pile of horse-shit that was lying there. - 'he is always shitting on this spot – no other place in his gate,' Peter explained. Matthew regarded in amazement as the horse was playing with his lips on the shit-lumps lying on top and how he pushed his nose in the traces between the lumps smelling their scent. His erection was still slapping at his belly. - 'he behaves as if he is vacantly,' Matthew was fascinated. Then the stallion made a sudden step forward. As the mountain of shit was lying in the corner of his gate he needed to turn his body about 90 degrees to his right while making this move. As he finished, his big ass pointed to the boys standing at the fence. They both stared on the actual presentation: About four foot away from their eyes the stallions tail rose up and bent to its right side, offering a perfect view on its dark-brown coloured asshole. Matthew breathed heavily as the, in his eyes gigantic, anal muscle was swelling up and bulging out to let escape a long hissing fart. - 'is he going to shit again?' he asked in excitement. The stallions rectum moved out, forming a dark bulge that pushed the anal muscle more out. - just in the moment when it looked as if it would open up to let the shit out, the stallion stopped and turned his head back oder his right shoulder. He made a heavy grunt, stepped forward and cramped his sphincter close – by doing this his boner was beating heavily under his belly. - 'now I know what you mean,' Matthew cried out, 'he got an idea of what we want to see and now he wants to annoy us!' - 'this can be repeating for quite a while,' Peter admitted. - 'do we have the time to wait for it?' Matthew asked, looking a bit sad on the eating horse. - 'come on, let's wait some longer.' Peter proposed and they rested at the fence. - 'it's not too amazing to watch him eating his grass,' Peter said after a while. - 'just imagine what he is producing out of this grass,' Peter replied, 'until then I have an alternation for you...' he turned his face over to Matthew and belched strongly. - 'You're an old swine!'Matthew laughed, 'your mouth stinks like butt!' - 'not only this – my mouth also tastes like butt – your butt!' Peter laughed embracing Matthew trying to kiss him. Their giggles made the stallion leave his food behind and walk over to their place in interest. He moved his head over the fence and sniffed towards the boys. - 'I got something that might hit your interest!' Matthew joked, turned around stuck his butt out and let a loud rumbling fart escape his butt. The stallion played with his ears in interest and was indeed trying to smell the boys butt. - 'here's another one for you,' Matthew announced and farted again. This time it was a wet one that made a dangerous bubbling sound in his trousers. Matthew stood with an uncomfortable face: 'There was some slime coming out of my hole...' - 'is it much?' Peter wanted to know. - 'no, I think it's not yet wetting my briefs, but I cant leave it like this,' Matthew said in panic. Stallion was still sniffing on his butt... - 'I have an idea,' Peter said, 'open the button of your trousers so that I have easy access to your crack.' - 'what are you going to do?' - 'now we're making stallion really happy,' Peter said as he pushed his hand down between Matthews ass-cheeks. Down there he formed a spoon by his hand and collected the slime sitting at Matthews hole. He took his hand out and presented the slime-covered palm of his hand to the horse. - 'see – like this your crack is clean and the stallion has something really great to smell on,' he announced smearing Matthews ass-juice over the horses nose. The stallion rose his head up high and inhaled the slime deeply into his lungs. Then he pointed his nose back to the boys – they heard again the stallions dick slap against his belly. - 'I think that I need to fart once again – and I think that his time there will again be slime...' - 'let my hand in your pants – I think I know someone who will appreciate this.' Peter covered Matthews hole with his hand, 'okay, let go...' Gently Matthew pushed and with a wet bubbling sound a mixture of ass-juice and gas oozed out of his hole. - 'slow down – my hand is nearly full,' Peter warned. - 'I think I'm done by now,' Matthew replied and stopped straining. Peter carefully took his fully loaded hand out of his crack and offered his palm with the towering yellow-brownish slime to the stallion who directly rammed his nose into Peters palm. The horse literally sucked the slime in with his nose and rolled his eyes. Peter smeared the rest around the horses mouth, Then the stallion wrinkled his nose and raised his head up grunting heavily. - 'is still something left in your ass?' Peter asked in a hurry. - 'maybe – lets try...' Matthew stuck out his butt and Peter quickly positioned his hand at his friends hole. Some more slime oozed out of his bulging hole – in the end a small piece of hard shit plopped into Peters hand. As he moved his hand out it lay in the middle of a small puddle ob mushy ass-slime like a nice, dark pralinι. Peter offered this present to the stallion who took it without hesitation. He took the slime in his mouth as he played with his lips on the little nugget on Peters palm. As the slime was gone he again rose his head grunting with a wrinkled nose while his erection heavily hit his belly. - 'seems that he doesn't like my shit,' Matthew stated as he buttoned his jeans close. - 'wait a moment...' Stallion was snuffling loudly up in the air - a fine mist of Matthews ass-slime and horse-snot rained down on them. - 'wah! - that's disgusting,' Matthew cried out . The air was filled with his ass-aroma and horse-smell. Stallion lowered his nose down to the piece of shit still lying on Peters hand. He smelled in interest on it and finally took it up with his lips. He turned and walked to the pile of shit where he lay Matthews nugget on top and continued to play with it. He turned it over and over, pressing his nostrils against it and inhaling its smell – he tried this game on different positions of the piles top. His – in Matthews eyes gigantic – boner was slapping hard against his belly while he did this and the boys remarked that the dick-head was getting bigger and bigger by that showing the stallions big piss-slit - 'okay, I see, he likes my shit...' Matthew murmured. Meanwhile, stallion had turned more hectic. He was still savouring Matthews shit, but in the same time his bottom legs moved more and more forward to the shit-mountain while his tail rose up. He was sniffing desperately on Matthews shit as his boner was slapping hard erected against his belly. His hoofs stood so close together that Matthew feared that he might fall over to the front or back soon. In the last moment the stallion made his step forward and turned his ass to the boys still waiting in excitement. The tail was already erected high in the air and as it bent over to the right side the both saw that the stallions asshole was already bulging out dangerously. Every time the stallions erection hit against his belly, he was forcefully contracting his sphincter. That pushed the bulge a bit back into his ass, but it grow back out right after he lowered his tension. - 'man! That is FAT!' Matthew murmured to himself, both of them had their hands deep in their pockets working on their genitals. From the noise Matthew made by murmuring, the stallion turned his head back on them. He fixed Matthew with his eyes and grunted loud as he again contracted his anal muscle making his boner slap against his belly. His hole was bulging out like there was a soccer-ball in his ass – stunned silence on the other side of the fence. Again the stallion tried to stop the movement of his rectum by tensing his anal muscle – this time longer and with more force, as it seemed, as he buckled his neck his boner hit his belly and stayed there pressed hard against the stallions lower side. As he lowered his tension, they could see that his shit was already pushing out his hole again with the flexing sphincter riding on it. The tension was that high that they saw the lumps of horse-shit deform the stretched out skin. The now really bumpy 'soccer-ball' opened up the muscular ring on its top giving view on the content of the stallions ass. The boys stared on three caked lumps of horse-dung forcing themselves out of the centre of the still contracting opening. One last time the stallion buckled his neck and forced his shit back into his bowels – he grunted out pressing his erection hard against his belly. It seemed that his rectum simply was too full – he didn't manage to get his asshole closed by this action but simply paused the motion. Instantly his shit was forcing itself more out of his butt. The stallion still buckled and his erection hit his belly every second by his silent whimpering grunts. In stop motion his asshole widened between these slaps and gave more and more view on a bizarre compacted mass of lumpy horse-shit. Peter and Matthew were heavily working in their jeans seeing that hole work out more and more finally giving way to the mass of shit inside. The horses tail was no more standing up but lay on the horses back. By the force of the shit the horses asshole was so dilated that even the stallions ass-cheeks were deformed by its size. The erection was still slapping against his belly and still the stallion seemed to avoid the unavoidable. In a loud moan he buckled stronger and they saw in fascination that his hole really managed to close back a bit holding his shit in for some more seconds. Then, the sphincter began to contract rhythmically and the stallion grunted in a series. Then his shit finally pushed out over the border of his hole. The first big lumps of shit fell off to the ground as the column of shit forced out the horses asshole. The stallion whimpered from time to time when a extraordinary thick piece of shit stuck out sidewards and deformed his hole. He was still standing buckled and they heard his erection hitting his belly – now a bit slower than before. A big fraction of compacted shit broke off and hit the top of the shit-mountain with a thud – it could have filled a bucket for sure. The asshole was still gaping open and still there was masses of light brown shit being pushed out. With every portion pushed out the stallion was grunting until his empty rectum was bulging out of his gaping hole to form a fleshy flower as the stallion grunted strongly once more. They saw the rectum bulge out bigger and a single lump of horse-shit appeared in its centre – it shot out of this mess with a slithering sound over to the boys. They were shocked as it hit the netting wire in front of their faces and fell to the ground. The stallion stretched his body to normal and stepped forward with his tail still pointing up. Then he turned himself to his fresh shit. They saw that his dick was still enormously grown, but now hanging softly down between his legs – slime was hanging down from its tip to the ground in one large drop and the stallion has a big, wet spot under his chest. - 'I think we gave big fun to him,' Peter said. - 'but he did also to us...' Matthew replied sorting his tool in his pants. The stallion was arranging his fresh shit. He moved the big, compacted loafs from one side to the other as if he was searching for something. Then he stuck his nose deeply between two of his lumps and as he moved it back up again, he held Matthews small nugget between his lips. He snored and lay it on top of the fresh lumps to smell once again on it. Then he made a step forward to the boys and lowered his mouth to the single shit-lump lying at the fence. He took it with his lips and moved his head over the fence pointing his mouth over to Matthew. He shook his head up and down several times looking to the boy. - I think, he wants to give you a present...' Peter proposed. Matthew stuck out his hand to the stallion and the animal indeed lay this lump on the boys palm shaking his head up and down with grunts afterwards. - 'ahm, -thank you...' Matthew said irritated and pulled out his other hand from his pants to fondle the stallions nose. It was shining wet from his sperm which he then smeared over the stallions nose. Instantly the horse inhaled this and nickered loud. This gave them the frights – Matthew stood there with wide open eyes holding the lump of horse-shit as if he had found a much too big, weird easter-egg as he watched the stallion running some rounds in his gate nickering loud. Then he came back and snored friendly towards them before he turned back to his grass. - ' lets go home,' Peter said, 'and don't forget your present...' On their way through the fields Matthews was carrying his 'egg' as if it was a precious treasure. As the house of Peters parents came in sight he said, 'tell me, do you want to take your present home with you or would you like to put it somewhere else?' In this moment Matthew was waking up as if he had been in trance. With unbelieving eyes he looked on what he was holding in his hands, hesitated a moment and then threw the lump of horse-shit into the fields. - 'this day was unbelievable,' he said a bit absent as they passed the small door at the back of the garden.