Date: Sun, 22 May 2022 08:50:51 +0000
From: namab mass <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: Matty's Adventures - part 5

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Matty's Adventures



Chapter Five

Matty woke up the next morning with a fuzzy head.  For a moment he wondered
where he was, until Eoin fidgeted in his sleep next to him, grunted softly
and began to snore, and only then did he remember what had happened the day
before.  After they'd cleaned up they'd spent part of the day lazing around
at Eoin's place, smoking and talking and getting to know one another
better.  They got on well, Matty thought: it didn't feel like there was
anything serious going to develop between them, but they liked each other
well enough and they fancied each other a bit too.  Or, at least, he had
the hots for Eoin and would have done even if it wasn't for the scat thing:
he wasn't sure if Eoin was quite the same.  Later they'd gone into town for
a drink and ended up wandering home drunk, late in the evening.  They'd
eaten loads.  Eoin had made them something to eat in the early afternoon,
and then in the evening they'd eaten at an all-you-can-eat buffet
restaurant.  Matty smiled inwardly as he remembered him coming back to the
table with another heaped plate, and chuckling that it'd make him block the
toilet the next morning.  It was the only time they'd even hinted at scat
all evening.  Now Matty's mind turned to what was no doubt going to happen
later that morning, and his dick grew hard as Eoin snored quietly next to
him.

They got up an hour or so later, and had some toast and a cup of coffee.
They were sitting in Eoin's room, still drinking it, when Matty began to
need a shit.  He didn't have a hangover but he could feel he'd been
drinking, and that usually made him need to go early.  He'd eaten so much
at that buffet place too: they both had.  The pressure in his bowels got
steadily stronger, and soon a big dump was pushing hard at his back door; a
smelly, gassy hangover shit.  He couldn't stop himself getting hard, Eoin
was starting to need a shit too, but as usual his felt firmer, and it came
on more slowly.  He sat and stroked Matty's thigh, wanked him slowly
through his pants, and sniffed at his ripe little farts.  Then when he too
needed to fart he got up and pulled down his pants, thrust his arse back
towards Matty and did it right in his face.

'Get your nose right in there.  Another one's coming...'  He farted again.
'Oh...  Smell nice?'

Matty nodded eagerly.  He had that intensely submissive feeling again, and
the prospect of Eoin squatting across him made his dick throb.  They lay
down on the bed together, wanking and teasing each other as Matty started
to squirm.

'Oh I need a shit so bad...' he moaned.

'Yeah!' breathed Eoin, right in his face, tugging hard at his cock.  'Wanna
watch your do it on your knees; take a shit on all fours, like an animal!'

Matty nodded again.  His head was rushing and his dick was throbbing, and
he had a big splash of pre-cum soaking through at the head of his cock when
they got up.  It dripped from his bell-end as he got pulled down his pants.
Then Eoin took his hand and led him across to the bathroom, knelt down in
the corner, and motioned Matty to kneel in front of him with his top half
in the doorway and his arse over the plastic bag he put down in front of
him.  Matty shook with excitement as he knelt down, his back arched and his
legs well apart.  For a moment he knelt there, breathing hard and edging
and revelling in the painful fullness in his chute.

'Uh...' he grunted.  'Uh ... ooh ... oh fuck!'

He almost came as he let go.  His dump was huge and semi-solid, it came out
quickly, and it felt fantastic as it forced its way through his hole.  He
did a long, smooth log, and then his shit grew a bit looser, and lump after
lump of it snapped off and dropped onto the bag.  The squelch and crackle
and soft thuds seemed tremendously loud.  Looking back past his throbbing
dick he watched his turds pile up, and Eoin wanking as he watched and
listened, and sniffed deeply as the smell hit him.

'Ooh, Matty!  Cor, that fucken' stinks man!'

Matty's chute was still emptying, his hole dropping little brown lumps onto
the pile he'd made.  He gave a push and more surged out.  It was soft and
sludgy, like cowshit, and he covered his pile in it, grunting with relief.
The stink filled the room and rolled out onto the landing.  He strained
again and did a big wet fart, and finished his shit in a succession of wet,
snaky little turds.

He stayed kneeling there as Eoin wiped his arse for him, pure filth coming
from his mouth about how he loved Matty's nasty shit and how the stink was
turning him on, and how he was gonna squat over him soon and make him his
toilet.  He wiped slow and deep at first, and dug his fingers well in to
clean the brown residue from Matty's hole.  Then when the paper came away
with only lighter smears he did it a bit harder, and harder still so that
he was rubbing vigorously at Matty's arse.  Matty moaned, and his dick
jerked and dribbled onto the floor even though he wasn't touching it.  Then
he felt Eoin's hand on his arse, stroking his cheek and sliding in so that
his fingertips tickled his crack and brushed against his satisfied, freshly
clean hole.  He moaned softly as Eoin fingered him.

'Ooh,' he sighed.  'Ooh yeah, keep doing that...'

'Like it...?  Like me playing with your arse when you've been for a shit?
Yeah?  I need to go to soon too.  Really need a shit.  I'm getting real
full, an' it feels all solid and nice, like when I'm gonna do one that
blocks the toilet.'

Matty whimpered.  He'd never been so turned on in his life.

'Now?' whispered Eoin.  'I wanna go to the toilet!  You gonna take it in
the face then, like you said...?'

'Ooh ... oh yes.'

'Good ... now, get a bag...'

Matty's hands shook as he spread another plastic bag on the floor for him
to rest his head on.  He had that surreal feeling again, as if everything
was happening in a dream.  Even Eoin's fingers in his crack and the stink
from the brown pile he'd made felt as if they were being experienced by
someone else.  Then Eoin pushed the bag with his shit on it to one side.

'Lie down,' he said softly.  'Lie down and get ready...'

Matty gulped.  It all felt crazily real, all of a sudden.  Eoin was about
to shit on his face.  The thought of it disgusted him, even scared him a
bit, but at the same time he wanted it to happen from the bottom of his
heart, and his dick throbbed as he got into position, spread-eagled on the
hard bathroom floor with his feet out of the door and his head on the bag.
Eoin stood over him, wanking slowly, then straddled him and squatted slowly
down.  His arse descended on Matty, cheeks parting to show off his crack
and hole, until it hovered right above his face.  He was big and manly and
dominant as he got ready to take a shit.  Matty's mouth was dry and his
heart was racing, and the sense of submission was total.  The next few
seconds seemed to last a lifetime as he waited, and then his stomach
lurched as Eoin's hole flared out a little, let out a little rasping fart,
then pinched shut again.  Matty got the smell, only faint amid his own
reek, but erotic beyond belief.

'Ooh,' sighed Eoin.  'Oh I need to shit ... it's coming ... oh are you
ready?'

Matty whimpered and nodded again.  His heart felt as if it was about to
burst out of his chest, and his dick ached and throbbed.  He felt sick with
nerves as Eoin's arse relaxed above him, his hole twitched and started to
flare open, uncovering the tip of his turd.  Matty nearly panicked and
scrambled out of the way, but he forced himself to lie still and clamp his
mouth shut.  Eoin reached down and put a hand on his tummy, and tickled the
end of his cock for a second or two.  Then he grunted contentedly, and
together they passed the point of no return.

Matty kept his eyes open for as long as he dared, watching in horrified
wonder as Eoin's lumpy brown column descended on him.  It came quite slowly
at first, and for a few seconds he had a blurred impression of Eoin's hole
squeaking and hissing, rippling around its bulges and cracks, the
glistening vivid brownness of his turd, and the raw smell that blasted up
his nose and made him edge.  Then Eoin's flow speeded up, and a big dark
crack opened up.  He closed his eyes quickly, and a split second later the
brown avalanche landed.  A hefty lump hit him right on the cheek and
thudded to the floor, another right on the bridge of his nose that fell
back over his eye, and then Eoin's gassy, squelching arse deposited a great
sticky lump right across his mouth and the heat and stink of it made him
retch.

'Oh yeah!' grunted Eoin, somewhere far above him.  'Fucken' shitting on
your face!'

Matty's dick throbbed and twitched.  His heart was pounding uncontrollably
and his head was spinning, but at the same time his mind felt completely
clear.  The sheer foulness of what was happening was turning his stomach.
It was truly disgusting and degrading, and yet on another level he was
loving it.  Eoin's shit felt wonderful, and serving as his toilet like this
was the most erotic thing he'd ever done.  He lay ecstatic and helpless,
listening to Eoin's grunts as he pushed another turd down his chute.

Eoin farted on him; a sharp, loud one that added to the stink hanging
around them.  Then his arse started to hiss and squelch again, Matty tensed
up, and a few seconds later the hot brown mudslide started up again.
Heavy, gooey lumps hit him in the face and slid down his cheeks, and then
his nose was blocked and he had to shake his head to the right to clear it.
He squashed a bit of shit against his right cheek as he did, and retched in
disgust.

'Nearly done now,' breathed Eoin.  'Here it comes...'

His turds were small and light now, and Matty sighed inwardly with relief.
He couldn't have coped with another big one.  Instead he lay all blissed
out, and let Eoin finish his shit.  His dick was still throbbing, and when
Eoin's lithe fingers closed around it he gave a little jerk and a whimper.

'Ooh, you're gonna cum!'

Eoin's voice was all hoarse and sexy.  He fingered the end of Matty's cock
lightly, getting his fingers all sticky with the cum that was oozing out of
it.  Then he took it into his hand and started to wank him, and as he did
so he farted again and did another couple of small turds.  Matty was beyond
caring now.  His mind was whirling and he was going to cum, and it was all
he could do to keep his mouth shut.  Above him he could feel and hear Eoin
wanking excitedly too.  Then suddenly Eoin jumped up, held his dick down
and came all over his shitted face, and seconds later Matty came too.  He'd
never cum so hard in his life, and he screamed out loud even though his
lips were clamped shut as he shot all over his writhing body.


* * * * *


For days afterwards Matty couldn't stop relaying what had happened in his
mind.  He couldn't get over the feeling he'd had as Eoin shat on his face;
the blind helplessness and total submission; the disgustingly ecstatic
sensation as the world fell in on him; the weight and the sliminess and the
heat and the smell.  He'd always fantasised about guys he fancied shitting,
of course, but now when he saw a hot guy he'd imagine himself lying on the
floor, looking up the guy's arse as he squatted across his face.  The very
thought of it gave him a hard-on.  He'd have to wait a bit before Eoin
could do it again, though

One afternoon he started to need a shit during his first class after lunch.
It was a workshop in a big computer lab on a subject he found interesting,
and he was enjoying it, but even so he kept being distracted by the slowly
mounting fullness in his bowels.  It felt like a big, firm load, and the
pressure on his prostate made his dick tingle.  Distracted, he briefly
eyeballed Harry, a tall, fresh-faced lad he'd always fancied a bit who was
working opposite, and in his mind's eye he imagined his pert arse hovering
over him.  He wanted his face covered in shit again, he thought, and he
wondered briefly whether he could hold it until he could go back to his
room and squat in the shower.  But no; by the end of the session he was
busting for a shit, and he decided to head over to the library, have a dump
in the toilets there, and then do some work for an hour before his last
lecture of the day.  He put his things in his bag and joined the little
crowd at the door.  In the corridor outside he found himself walking behind
Harry and his friend.

'Coming for a coffee before that class?' Matty heard Harry's mate ask him.

'Er ... yeah, can do.  I need the loo first though.  Meet you there in a
few minutes?'

'S'okay, I need a piss.  I'll walk over there with you.'

'I'm going for a shit, but yeah if you don't mind waiting.'

Matty dropped back a bit, and followed a few paces behind as the two young
men peeled off from the line filing through the exit door and went into the
toilets.  In this building they were small and bit tatty, with two narrow
cubicles dead opposite the urinal.  Harry's mate would be right there to
see him go into the cubicle, and for a moment he felt all self-conscious,
as if it was obvious to everyone what he was thinking.  But he really
needed a shit, and the chance to sit and do it next to pretty Harry was too
good to miss.  His heart was racing a bit as he opened the door.

The door of the farther cubicle was just shutting as Matty walked in, and
in front of it the other lad looked up from undoing his flies.  He moved
along a bit to give Matty some space to piss, but instead Matty, blushing
slightly and feeling more self-conscious than ever, nudged past him and
into the other cubicle.  Quickly he locked the door, put down his bag and
pulled his jogging bottoms and boxer shorts down.  Only a few feet away he
could hear Harry undoing his belt, and in the other direction his mate was
pissing audibly into the urinal.  He sat down quietly and clenched up tight
to hold in his own shit, and listened intently as Harry sat down next to
him.  Judging from the sound and the shadow on the floor, he reached down
and fumbled his phone out of his pocket, sat back up.  For a moment he
wondered if Harry might try to hold it too, at least until his mate was
using the dryer, but then he heard him draw his feet in a bit, and he
breathed out audibly.

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

'Oh Harry, did yer have to?!' his mate laughed.

'Couldn't wait, sorry!'

'Ha ha, that was hanging!  I'll wait outside!'

'Okay, I'll only be a minute.'

'Safe, man.'

Matty held on a bit longer while the lad washed his hands, and listened as
Harry did a little hissing fart and another light plop.  He was desperate
for a shit, but he was growing a semi too at what he was hearing, and he
was getting little whiffs of the smell as well.  It was quite ripe, and
Matty grew harder.  Then the hand dryer started up and there was no point
holding on any longer, and he let go and had a shit.  Even over the roar of
the dryer Harry must have heard him drop a big semi-solid load that
splashed his bottom and made him grunt with relief.  All of a sudden he
couldn't smell Harry's shit but his own, thick and rank and nasty.  He was
still dumping when he dryer clicked off and the door banged, and the wet
farts and plops sounded loud and clear in the room.  Harry was already
wiping his bottom.  Maybe he was always quick about having a shit, mused
Matty; or maybe he wanted to get away from whoever it was doing a nasty one
next to him!  Either way, he leaned forwards and watched the shadows move
on the floor as Harry tore off some more paper, folded it carefully and
reached around behind.  He seemed to be doing it standing up,
half-squatting with his bum sticking well out.  Matty waited until he'd
given himself a last quick rub and pulled his pants back up before he too
wiped, and he timed it perfectly, so that just as he pulled his pants up
the door banged shut.  Quickly he popped out of his own cubicle and dived
into the other one.  The seat was still warm from Harry's bottom and
thighs, he'd left a couple of big, light-coloured skidmarks, and the air
was still thick with his warm smell.  Matty's dick sprang to attention, and
he only just managed to stop himself having a wank there and then.  He did
late that night, though, in bed, imagining cute Harry squatting across him
and curling out his smelly, light-coloured turds all over his face,


* * * * *


Eoin gave him what he craved a few days later, when he messaged one day to
say he was near the uni and needed a shit.  Matty was still uneasy about
playing in his room, but the chance was too good to miss, and the chance of
someone knocking on the door just added to his excitement as he stripped
naked and lay down in the little bathroom with his head in the shower, legs
bent and feet right up against the opposite wall.  His head spun and he
felt sick with anticipation when Eoin came in after him, naked and
fingering his cock, got into the shower and straddled him, and then
squatted down.  His dick was up and throbbing, and Eoin reached down and
fingered it, and Matty let out a whimper.  Right over his face Eoin's
tight, wrinkled bumhole twitched and rippled out slightly, and he farted.
The smell enveloped Matty and made him whimper again.

'Uh,' grunted Eoin.  'Here it comes...'

His hole twitched again a couple of times, squeezed in and then puckered
slowly out, and the tip of his dark turd peeped through.  Matty forced
himself to keep his eyes open and watch as it pushed his hole open wider
and started to slide out and descend on him like a glistening brown column.
He only shut them when the end of it started to pull stickily away, and lay
blind for a second or two listening to the soft hiss and drinking in the
aroma before it hit him right between the eyes.  The filthy sound right
above him came again, and then a big log dropped right across both cheeks,
and another hit the bridge of his nose and sank down across his mouth.  The
world was falling in on him, burying him under the slimy weight and gassing
him with its hotness and stench.  Frantically he batted Eoin's hand away
from his jerking, dribbling cock.

Somewhere high above him Eoin began to talk, his lilting voice all low and
sexy.  He still needed a shit, and Matty was gonna have to wait til it
came.  He loved shitting on Matty, covering his cute face in his big dirty
shit and seeing him get off on it; loved how he was nearly cumming even
though he wasn't touching himself, and how some day he wanted to squat down
and shit on his cock.  Matty could only lie and listen to the stream of
pure dirt, and wait for what seemed like a lifetime before Eoin began to
grunt once more, and curled out a long, snaky turd onto his pile.  As it
slid out he reached down and touched Matty's dick again, and Matty came at
once.  He couldn't help himself.  He managed to stifle his muffled scream,
but his whole body convulsed as he shot all over himself.

'Oh, I forgot,' Eoin said half an hour later, as he went to put his coat
on.  'You free the weekend after next?  They're all going away again at
home.  They're off Thursday night, and back Monday.'

'Erm ... Sunday I'm playing rugby I think.  Saturday's good though, and I
don't have classes on Friday either, come to think of it.  Are you
thinking...?'

'Ha ha, course I am!  Cool.  I'll message ya then, and we can have some
fun!'



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