This is a story involving scat play between adult males. All characters are over the age of eighteen. If this isn't your sort of thing or it is illegal for you to view it, please leave now. This story is entirely fictitious, and any resemblance to actual individuals is coincidental.
Liam
Chapter Twenty-Three
Liam walked to work one evening a couple of weeks later in a reflective sort of mood. The summer break was drawing to a close, and in less than a fortnight he'd be heading back to university. It had been a good summer, but he was looking forward to going back all the same. He'd been chatting on Skype with Olly earlier, for the first time in a while, and he grinned inwardly as he thought back on it. Both of them had needed shits and he'd had the house to himself, so when he got desperate he'd taken the laptop through into the bathroom and positioned it so the webcam was pointing at him as he sat backwards on the toilet with his arse hanging over the edge, and took a big, thick dump onto a plastic bag. Olly had wanked as he watched, then put his own laptop down, turned around and done one of his big, light-brown shits onto the floor. Together they'd wanked off over their piles, sniffing at their own stinks and looking forward to playing with each other's before long, and with others' as well. Dalton had got a better job and moved away from the area, but Toby would be back, and Olly mentioned he was supposed to be meeting another guy he'd been chatting to the following week. Liam wondered where it might lead. Oh well, that was still a couple of weeks away, and in the meantime he had a week's worth of night shifts booked in at the factory, whose front gates he was just approaching now.
He got chatting with Callum in the early hours of the morning, over a coffee and a cigarette whilst they were both on their breaks. Callum had been in touch with Simon and Nick and Connal the day before and they were planning a session that Thursday afternoon.
'You up for it?' asked Callum with a sly grin. 'Wanna use the toilet one more time before you go back to uni?'
'Yes! I'm not working that night either. I don't think Aston's working that day, come to think of it. Shall I ask him if he fancies it too...?'
'Ooh, yeah, do that. He eats, doesn't he? I really like the idea of both of us doing it at the same time ... lying next to each other, both being toilets together.'
'Mm, now that's a horny thought. Yeah, I'll ask him. Anyhow, I'd best get back to work. Text me when you know what's happening.'
For the rest of the shift he kept getting hard every time he thought about the scenario Callum had set out. At the end of his shift he went for a piss before he walked home. Some gorgeous, tall, bronzed lad he hadn't seen before was just going into the toilets, and Liam went and occupied the next cubicle and listened to him having his morning shit he started work. He was really gassy, and he kept doing wet farts as he grunted, lifted his heels and let out hefty-sounding turds that plopped and splashed loudly into the water. The cubicle stank when he'd finished. Liam walked home through the early morning with a hard-on, and had a wank before he went to sleep.
That Thursday afternoon found him at Callum's place, sitting and smoking dope with the other lads. Callum had opened some scat porn on his laptop, and Aston was stroking his cock as he watched two horny young lads shitting on an older guy. Nick rocked to the right, lifted his left arse-cheek off his seat next to Liam and farted loudly. Liam eyed him discreetly as the cloying, slightly sharp smell started to tickle his nostrils, then turned his eyes to where the two rimseats were already set up, side by side in the middle of the room. His arse was full and getting uncomfortable, and his cock was pressing against his jeans. Someone else farted, and the smell and sexual tension hung around them all.
'I really need a shit,' said Connal quietly. 'Anyone else...?'
'Yeah, big time.' That was Nick. 'Not been for two days, near enough. Simon? Liam?'
Both of them nodded. Nick reached for four slips of paper he'd written out earlier. Each one had a name written on it. He held them out to Callum, face down.
'Take one,' he said. 'Whoever you pick uses the toilet first.'
Callum reached forward. He was rock hard, his dick bulging out his shorts as he turned the paper over.
'Connal' he said softly.
Aston picked next, and Nick grinned sadistically as he saw his own name on the paper.
'You'd best be hungry,' he said. 'My shit's gonna be fucking massive. Now, Callum, take another one...'
Callum drew Liam, leaving Aston with Simon, who promptly got up, turned around and farted in his face. Aston sighed and wanked through his pants as he sniffed at it. They all looked at one another, horny and wanking and expectant. Then Connal spoke.
'Shall we...? I wanna go to the toilet!'
Aston swallowed nervously and looked at Callum, and then nodded. The six of them took their clothes off in silence, apart from their heavy breathing. Then Aston and Callum lay down on the floor side by side, just a foot or so apart with their arms around one another's shoulders, supporting each other's heads, as if to encourage each other through what was about to happen to them. Simon held the bottle of poppers down to them, for them to sniff eagerly, breathing hard and wanking in anticipation. The two rimseats were placed over them, and Liam looked down through the seats at the two helpless lads, psyching themselves up to be their mates' toilets. They eyed Nick and Connal warily as the two tall, toned lads stood over them showing off their pert arses and jutting hard-ons. The tension mounted further as they slowly sat themselves down. Callum opened his mouth quickly as Connal's hole began to pucker out; but it was just a sharp, rasping fart. Liam stroked his cock slowly as the aroma reached him, watching in awe as Callum whimpered and squirmed in anticipation. Simon held the poppers down to the waiting lads one more time.
'I really need a fucking shit,' said Nick hoarsely. 'A big fucking dirty shit. You boys ready...?'
Aston and Callum opened their mouths wide at the same time, still whimpering in their throats, staring up at Nick and Connal's arses above them.
'Good...' breathed Connal. 'Oh ... ooh I'm gonna shit ... here it comes!'
He screwed his face up cutely, his cheeks heaved a little, and his hole opened slowly with another rasping fart. Then he began doing a thick, chocolatey log, all cracked and gnarled at its tip but getting smoother as more slid out of his flaring, rippling hole. Callum closed his eyes as it came closer. Then it was in his mouth, filling it up and setting him gagging softly. Liam sniffed and stroked his dick as he took in the sight and sound and smell of Callum being a toilet. At that moment Nick, too, began to grunt, and then he puckered his hole out and pushed out a thick reddish-brown column. Aston trembled and whimpered as it came nearer and nearer, screwing up his nose as Nick's fruity smell overcame him, and then he gagged as Nick's log snapped and dropped into his mouth. Liam wondered dully how different Nick's tasted to his own as he watched Aston steel himself and start to eat, retching constantly as he chewed with his cock bouncing wildly.
Just to his right Callum swallowed mightily and opened his brown-covered lips, just in time for Connal to fart and curl out another big brown sausage that filled his mouth and flopped down over his cheek. Callum moaned as he chewed on it, and Liam noticed Aston put a hand on his shoulder, as if to urge him on. Aston was struggling, only managing to swallow tiny bits of the great lumpy mouthful Nick had given him. Then Nick dumped another hefty one on top of the broken end jutting from his mouth, and he puked a little into his mouth.
'Okay?' asked Nick, looking down between his legs.
Aston shook his head, turned to one side and spat, retching and fighting down the urge to be properly sick. Callum stroked his arm, chewing and gagging himself as Connal farted, clenched up and hissed at him to hurry up. Aston retched again.
'I can't,' he gasped. 'Can't eat ... ugh, that tastes awful ... just do in on my face...'
Nick nodded, grunted and began curling out another slim, finger-like turd. At the same moment Connal grunted again and let go another one. The smell of both their shit thickened around Simon and Liam, who was stroking his dick and watching in amazement, conscious suddenly that he too really needed the toilet Nick was using! His shit was still sliding out, breaking and dropping curled lumps onto Aston's face. Next to him Connal strained out a last little lump, then reached for the toilet paper next to them. Callum was still chewing, gagging and swallowing, manfully finishing off Connal's shit, and watching dully as Connal wiped. He did it enthusiastically, dropping each stained and crumpled wad of paper onto Callum's face, then passed the toilet roll to Nick so he too could wipe. Aston, completely beaten and submissive, shook the shit from his face and lay motionless, his dick pulsing as Nick wiped above him.
Liam's dick was bouncing and dribbling too, as Nick and Connal stood up, showing their gorgeous arses off once more. Their smells hung thickly around the scene. Before they stepped aside both looked down on what they'd done, and Nick smirked faintly sadistically at the sight of Aston struggling to compose himself, still gagging, with his mouth and face smeared in shit and big lumps of it on the floor next to him.
Liam was turtle's-heading as he straddled Aston and sat down, and the urge to shit was fast becoming painful. He clenched and squirmed, and held it for a few seconds as Simon sat down. Below them Callum and Aston tensed up, moaning softly and wanking. Looking down through his legs Liam saw Callum open his mouth as Simon farted on him. To his amazement Aston opened wide too. Then he could hold it no longer, and he gave a loud gasp of relief as he began to shit. His smell rose up between his legs as he curled out a thick, solid turd, and Aston moaned and gagged as thick lumps fell into his mouth and thudded on his nose and chin and cheeks. As Liam clenched up to stop his flow Simon farted again, closed his eyes and pursed his lips, and grunted with satisfaction, and Liam watched his face intently as he relieved himself. From below him came the soft crackle and hissing farts as he began doing a big gassy shit, followed by the horrible gurgling and gagging and slurping sound as Callum began to chew. Simon's shit was vile, Callum had once said; much stronger and nastier than Liam's or Nick's. It made him retch and whimper as he ate and wanked.
'Oh Simon, mate, that stinks!' laughed Nick.
Simon grinned dirtily, did a big gassy fart and made Callum moan and choke once again. Underneath Liam Aston was lying helpless, making no attempt either to eat or spit out the big golden-brown log that crammed his mouth and curled back over his nose. He moaned softly as Liam curled out another one right onto his face, and his hand went to his pulsing cock. He wanked idly as Liam finished his shit, his ears full of the sound of Callum manfully coping with Simon's last few slim turds.
'That's it,' Liam said. 'I'm done.'
He and Simon stood up and turned around, and the other two moved in closer, cocks in their hands, and all six of them began to wank off together, grunting and moaning as they got closer. Connal's head went back sharply, and he yelped aloud as he shot his load all. Then, almost at once, the rest of them came, spattering cum all over the rimseats, and the two shitted, beaten faces framed within them.
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