Date: Mon, 2 May 2022 07:43:35 +0000
From: namab mass <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: Matty's adventures chapter 4

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Matty's Adventures



Chapter Four

Matty pulled down his pants and lowered his naked bottom hastily onto the
cool, hard toilet seat.  He'd been holding in a bulky, gassy load for a few
hours, and by the time his last lecture had finished the pleasantly full
feeling in his back passage had grown into a nagging ache and he squirmed
slightly as he tried not to fart.  He'd hurried back to his block, where
Eoin had messaged to say he'd wait.  Thankfully he was already there when
Matty arrived.  They'd gone straight up to Matty's room, and now he grunted
and sighed with relief as he blasted out the gas he'd been holding back,
and his trumpeting farts gave way to the big, semi-solid turd that surged
down his chute.

'Plop! .... plop-ploop ... plop, plop, plop.'

Matty's shit curled and squelched from him, stretching his hole and leaving
a smear on the inside of his bum-cheek, and water splashed up onto him as
his hefty lumps dropped into the toilet.

'Cor!' said Eoin enthusiastically.  'Phew Matty, that fucken' reeks!'

Matty blushed a little, but his dick was getting very hard.  The sensation
in his bottom was exquisite, and he felt so naughty.  He looked round and
met Eoin's eyes, and then he sighed and strained, and his mouth fell
slightly open as he curled out another big gassy turd.  The filthy sound of
it seemed very loud.

'Plip-plop, plop ... ploop, plop.'

Eoin sniffed eagerly.  The door was shut and the window closed, and Matty's
vapour trail filled the room, thick and rank and deliciously nasty.  Eoin
had his pants down and his cock in his hand, and he wanked hard as he
watched Matty shit.  His pert arse filled out on the seat a few times as he
strained.  He was still cutely coy about shitting, and he looked all
vulnerable and sexy as he sat there on the toilet with his pants round his
ankles, displaying the beautiful curves of his legs and arse and lower
back.  After a while he let out a couple more muffled splish-splashes, a
soft wet fart, and then a few last little plip-plops.

'Jaysus, you're so hot when you're havin' a shit!' breathed Eoin.  'Just a
shame we can't do anything here.  But ... my mum and dad are away again
next weekend and they're taking Brendan, my youngest brother, with them.
And I think James is staying with his girlfriend.  You about?'

'Yes!  I don't think I'm playing rugby on the Saturday either, so might
have both days.'

'Really?!  That'd be awesome!  You can stay over if you like too...'


* * * * *


Matty spent the next week and half in horny anticipation.  He and Eoin
talked on the phone a few times, wanking together and trading fantasies,
and a couple of times they'd video-called when one or another of them was
on the toilet.  As they'd hoped, he wasn't playing rugby and Eoin had the
house to himself, and Matty got a hard-on time and again as he thought
about some of the things they might do.  One afternoon he was daydreaming
towards the end of a dull lecture when he started to need a shit.  When he
went to the toilets afterwards he found himself going into a cubicle next
to a tall gay lad called Josh whom he knew from his seminar group.  He got
a semi as the two of them dropped their loads side by side.  Josh's shit
sounded more solid than his own, and once he'd curled out his smooth, thick
logs he sat and wrinkled his nose up at his own smell, and listened to the
long, slow succession of deep 'ploops' coming from one side.  He wasn't in
a hurry, so he sat until Josh had wiped and left, and then went for a sniff
of the ripe, slightly sharp smell he'd left behind.  Later he wanked off
fantasising about Josh squatting over his face.

That Saturday he packed an overnight bag and set out for the bus over to
Eoin's place.  As he sat, watching the city slide by, he thought about what
was going to happen that day, and he grew a semi in his pants.  They hadn't
really made any plans, but he was sure it was going to be messier and
nastier and harder than ever before.  Once more the vision of Eoin
squatting over him drifted into his mind and he got harder.  He wondered
what Eoin would want to do when he needed a shit.  He didn't need to go yet
but he certainly would, and he expected it to be a big one.  He'd last sat
on the toilet the morning before, and stunk up his bathroom with a loose,
nasty hangover dump.  He'd eaten a lot since then, and the kind of things
that bulked up his loads as well.  He'd had two or three bananas, eggs that
tended to make his shit firmer, and loads of brown bread and vegetables.
Then his phone vibrated in his pocket, and his heart sank a bit a he read
Eoin's message:

    - I'm really sorry, I had 2 go.  On toilet now I just couldn't hold it
lol!  Do u need 2 go?"

    - Not yet but I will soon.

    - Cool -- hope u can do a big shit 4 me!  I'll give u mine tomorrow.

Matty felt the first faint stirrings deep inside him as the bus got out of
the city centre, and by the time it got to Eoin's estate he was definitely
starting to need a shit.  It was coming on nice and slowly, but it felt
like a firm, sturdy one and it gave him a semi again.  He held his bag in
front of him to hide it as he got off the bus, and then slung it over his
shoulder and set off up Eoin's street.

An hour later he was sitting in Eoin's living room with his hard-on
pressing uncomfortably against his pants.  He wasn't desperate for a shit,
but his bowels felt full and heavy.  Eoin hadn't flushed the toilet and
he'd left his used paper around the sides of the bowl so that when he got
there Matty had at least been able to see the big shit he'd had, and the
smell of it still hung around the room.  Then Eoin had made them a coffee,
and they'd sat and talked, and got more and more turned on as the tension
mounted.  Suddenly Matty felt a sharp little pressure in his full arse, and
he leaned to one side and let out a muffled fart.

'Ooh!' breathed Eoin.  'That smells.  You really starting to need a shit?'

Matty nodded.  The fart felt like had freed something up inside him, and
the pressure in his chute was getting steadily stronger now.  Eoin was
looking at him intently, and Matty wondered what he was thinking; wondered
what Eoin was going to get him to do.  Then Eoin leaned towards him,
grinning slyly.

'I wanna see you shit yourself.'

'Eh?!'  Matty looked up in surprise.  'What, you mean...?'

'Yeah.  Shit your pants.  Love seeing a guy shit himself., and ... well I
have done it too a few times.  You ever done it?'

Matty shook his head.  His mouth felt dry and his heart was pounding a bit.
Sometimes in his wildest fantasies he'd lost control and dirtied his pants,
and he'd got off on a couple of videos of lads doing it and sitting in it.
The memory shot into his mind of some beautiful young lad pulling down his
pants and wiggling his brown bottom at the camera.  He'd daydreamed vaguely
about doing it himself some day, when he was back at home with the house to
himself and time to experiment.  He'd never thought about doing it with
Eoin, though, and Eoin had never mentioned it.  The thought of having to
lose control and dirty his pants excited him and made his dick throb, and
yet it disgusted him too and he recoiled from the mess and the nastiness of
it.  Eoin leaned in a little closer, his voice all low and husky.

'You wanna do it, then?  Trust me, it feels fucken' tremendous!  Fill your
pants big time.  Do a big stinky shit and sit in it and get your arse all
covered.'

Matty hesitated.  His head was spinning and his dick was throbbing as he
contemplated doing the dirtiest and messiest thing he'd ever done.  Part of
him was telling him to do it; the other part screaming at him not to.

'But...' he stammered.  'I'll ruin my pants.'

'That's okay, I've got some old ones you can use.'

Eoin got up and went upstairs, leaving him sitting there in an agony of
indecision.  He was scared of doing it, almost as much as he desperately
wanted to.  He sat there thinking it through until Eoin clattered back down
the stairs and came back into the room holding a pair of white boxer
briefs.

'Here,' he said.  'Put them on.'

Matty felt intensely self-conscious as he changed his pants with Eoin
watching, raising an eyebrow as he saw how hard he was.  The briefs were
quite tight when he pulled them up, hugging his bottom and thighs, with his
dick bulging out the front.  He went to pull his jeans back on, but Eoin
stopped him.

'Just stay in your pants for a bit,' he said.  'Are they comfy?'

Matty nodded.  The boxer briefs felt nice.  He couldn't help anticipating
how it would feel when he let go and filled the seat of them, and with that
came the realisation that he was going to do it.  He'd thought about 'when'
and not 'if.'  He was going to shit himself like he hadn't done since he
was little; do one of his big stinky dumps into his tight pants.  The
fullness in his chute was starting to get uncomfortable, and his dick was
getting as hard as it had ever been.  He remembered the lad in a video he'd
watched recently, moaning with pleasure as he soiled himself, and he craved
that sensation for himself.  Eoin stood up, face to face with him.

'Gonna do it, then...?'

Matty hesitated a moment longer, and then nodded mutely.

'Mmm, good!  Let's have a smoke first...'

Matty felt very self-conscious again as he climbed the stairs with Eoin
close behind him.  It was as if he could feel Eoin's eyes on him, ogling
his bottom through his tight pants.  They settled in Eoin's room and smoked
a joint together.  Matty didn't smoke dope often, and when he did he always
found it made him tremendously horny.  It made his need to shit all the
stronger too, and Eoin raised a knowing eyebrow as he noticed him wince
slightly and shuffle in his discomfort.  The tension was almost unbearable.
Then Eoin crushed out the end of the joint in the ashtray and turned to
him, and his stomach plummeted as he realised the moment had come.

'Now...' said Eoin.  'Kneel on the bed.  Yeah, like that.  Stick your arse
out a bit.'

Matty had never felt anything like it.  He knelt there on all fours,
shaking with anticipation.  His face was red and his heart was thumping
uncontrollably, his dick tenting out the front of his pants and the white
cotton drawn tight over his buttocks at the back.  He was desperate for a
shit, torn between the desperate urge to ease himself and every instinct
screaming at him to get his pants down, or run to the toilet.  He clenched
his hole up tighter as his bowel heaved and his big solid shit pressed
against it hard, and let out a little whimper.  Eoin got behind him,
hastily taking his clothes off until he stood there naked, with a massive
hard-on.  He came in closer, reached out and put a hand on Matty's
trembling bottom.

'Now...' he whispered.  'Take a shit....'

Matty let himself relax just a little, until his shit moved inside him and
started to force his hole open.  He clenched up frantically, whimpering
again.  He was nearly past the point of no return, and he could feel a
little sticky turd squashed in his ringpiece.  All of a sudden he could
smell his own shit.  He knelt there trembling all over, with Eoin stroking
his cock behind him and urging him to let go and shit himself.  He fought
it for a few seconds longer, squirming with the pain in his bottom, and
then he gave in.  The sensation as he began to shit blew his mind.  His
bowel relaxed ecstatically, and a thick, lumpy turd forced its way between
his cheeks and pressed against the seat of his pants.

'Ooh!' he gasped.  'Oh God...'

He abandoned himself to it then, and moaned out loud. His turd pushed the
back of his pants out into a big tent, bent downwards and then collapsed
into a swelling bulge as hot, slimy shit packed his crack and spread out
across his bottom.  It seemed to go on forever before it finally tailed
off, leaving him shaking all over and soaking his crotch in cum as he
edged.  His pants felt heavy, his shit was lumpy and warm on his bottom,
and his own smell battered at his brain.  He twisted round and caught sight
of himself in the mirror, with a big lumpy bulge the size of a cricket ball
in the seat of his pants.  Eoin was standing behind him, wanking and
wrinkling his nose up at Matty's vapour trail.  It filled the room like
fog.

'Mmm!' he breathed.  'More...?  Mmm!  Yeah, do another one...'

Matty's head was rushing and his heart thumping, and he could hardly
believe what he was doing.  He moved and the sensation as his shit pushed
about on his skin made him moan out loud.  Then he felt another turd
coming, gave a little push and farted into his shit, all wet and muffled,
tailing off into a soft squelching sound.  His pants grew heavier and the
mass on his bottom bigger, and started to spread down between his legs,
caressing the sensitive area behind his balls and drawing another moan from
him.  As it tailed off he strained again, farted and packed his crack with
sticky, hot shit.

'Oh!' he sighed, straining hard.  'Oh ... oh I've finished.'

'Cor!  Big one ... Jaysus it smells alright too!  Does it feel nice?'

Matty nodded vigorously.  He was edging with excitement, trying to take in
the sense of shame and embarrassment and tremendous naughtiness, along with
the awesome physical feeling of his hot bulky dump pressing on his bottom
and down between his legs.  He'd done a huge shit in his pants and it felt
wonderful!  He wiggled his hips a little and it rubbed lightly on his skin.
The sensation made him gasp with pleasure and he did it harder, so it
tickled the back of his balls.  Then Eoin reached out and took his hand,
and pulled him upright so that he stood by the bed, the front of his pants
all soaked in cum and the back bulging out, rounded and lumpy, with spots
of brown moisture starting to soak through.

'Wiggle your arse again,' he said.  'Mm, yeah, now bend over a bit.  Squat
down.  Oh yeah, your like that!  Look 'ow fucken' hard you are!'

He got Matty to stand and move on the spot, almost dancing, pushing his
shit about on his bottom until he straightened up sharply, whimpering, with
more cum soaking through his pants.  He couldn't believe how turned in
Matty was by what he'd done; how he was edging constantly, and how hot he
looked as he stood there, eyes half closed, wrinkling his nose up at his
own stink.  The question was, would he go any further...? Eoin leaned in
closer and caught his eye.

'Sit in it?  Gonna sit in your big shit for me?'

Matty's heart raced again.  The memory of a video he'd seen recently
whirled through his mind; some fit lad with his soiled pants around his
knees and his bottom all brown.  The thought of it should have made him
feel sick, but he was so carried away now he just whimpered softly and
nodded.  Eoin took his hand, smiling, and led him through into the
bathroom.  His shit pushed about on his bottom as he went, and it felt
wonderful.  He was a naughty, smelly boy and he was going to sit in his own
turds.  Eoin put the toilet lid down and he stood in front of it, wiggling
his bum again and whimpering.  Then he lowered himself down slowly onto his
brown pile.  As he bent his pants tightened, squashing his shit more firmly
against his skin, and then his bulge touched down on the seat and he
stopped, edging again.  Eoin stood in front of him, wanking his long cock
slowly.

'Sit in it,' he said.  'Go on, sit in your shit, and then I wanna cum all
over your shitty arse.'

'Ooh...' sighed Matty.  'I'm gonna cum though.'

'S'okay.  Ooh, you're so fucken' horny.  You stink!  Sit down now.  Sit in
your shit.'

Matty paused a moment longer, then relaxed and sat right down.  His head
blew apart all over again.  Hot shit shot up around his balls and exploded
across his bottom.  The sound of it was filthy and a blast of the smell hit
him right in the face, and he came at once.  His mouth fell open and he
cried out loud, and he spurted so hard that cum squirted out through the
fabric of his pants.  He sagged down on the toilet, completely drained.
But then Eoin got him to stand up and closed in on him, wanking hard.  He
pulled his pants down onto a plastic bag, bent over and stood touching his
toes.  His smooth cheeks were plastered in sticky brown shit, and a big
lump of it peeled away from behind his balls and fell to the floor.  Eoin
stood behind him, wanking harder and harder until he came too, and shot his
spunk all over Matty's messy bottom.



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