Liam

By Namab Mas

Published on Jun 23, 2018

Gay

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-One

Liam was still feeling the after-effects of the party when he went back to work a couple of days later. He'd been thick-headed and irritable ever since, and he reflected ruefully as he walked to the factory that he only had himself to blame. Nasty comedowns were the price to be paid for taking stimulants, which is why he didn't often do it. He and Aston had spent most of the following day in bed, and only in the late afternoon had they summoned up the energy to get up, have a shower in the bathroom that still smelled of shit, and wander down to the pub for something to eat and a couple of pints. They slept at Liam's that night, and woke up feeling a bit better.

'Hmm,' said Aston late that morning, after they'd had some breakfast. 'I'm starting to need a shit...'

Neither of them had been horny up til then, but both of them began to become that way as the pressure built up in Aston's bowels. Then he farted. Liam sniffed at his smell, not overpowering but quite sharp and rank, and his dick began to stiffen in his pants. Aston turned to look at him, one eyebrow raised and a sexy smile playing across his lips.

'I wanna go to the toilet,' he said softly.

Liam took it in the face. His heart was pounding and his hard cock was twitching and bouncing with excitement as he donned his goggles and taped his mouth, and lay down on the bathroom floor. Aston squatted over him, giving him the toilet's view of his smooth arse and tight little hole, and he began to tremble with excitement. Then Aston's arsehole pulsed and began to pucker out.

He unloaded very slowly, with long pauses and lots of contented-sounding grunts and exhalations. His turds were long and slim and quite smooth, that gorgeous chestnut-brown colour again, glistening greasily in the light. The knobbly, hard tip of the first one slid to the left down Liam's nose and onto his cheek before it snapped off and dropped right across his face, and then the ones that followed piled up above and around it, covering his taped mouth and his nose, and then finally falling across his goggles and blinding him. Liam lay and took it in silence, only the frantic bouncing and dribbling of his cock betraying his ecstasy. He was Aston's toilet! Gorgeous Aston was taking a dump on his face, and it felt sublime. His shit was hot and heavy, his smell was sharp and tangy and insanely erotic, and the warm piss trickling and spurting from his hard-on and splashing on Liam's tummy and thighs and cock just added to the sensation. To Liam, lying helpless and degraded, it seemed to go on forever. Time and again Aston grunted and crackled above him, and slowly buried him under a mountain of his hot, reeking, exquisitely filthy shit. He edged constantly, until finally Aston pushed out his last little nuggets, reached forward and gave his cock the few tugs that were all he needed to make him scream into his gag and shoot his cum everywhere.

Liam thought back on it as he walked, smiling inwardly at the memory. And, he reflected, at some point the chance would present itself to introduce Aston to his other playmates. Visions of watching Aston eat from Nick or Connal flitted through his mind. Such thoughts kept him faintly horny all morning as he worked, and he got hornier still when he went to the toilet shortly before lunch and saw George going in there again. He only needed a piss, but even so he took the next cubicle and listened as George papered the seat, pulled down his pants and sat down.

'Plomp ... ploop ... plip-plop ... plop!'

Just like last time, George's turds sounded solid and heavy, and Liam stroked his dick as he listened and imagined how hot George must look like, sitting with his pants down and a big log coming from his pretty arse. He daydreamed briefly about getting to watch him do it, like he had Ed at the party, until the sound of George dropping another splashy turd brought him back to reality. He wished as George began wiping that there was a spyhole he could use, and that Callum hadn't given up videoing guys in here after nearly being caught a while back. Not that he'd ever gone further than filming guys' boots as they sat in the next cubicle anyway. When George had gone he had the toilets to himself, so he went into the cubicle he'd just vacated, sat down on the warm seat and stroked his dick amid the smell he'd left behind. It wasn't all that strong again, but it was warm and sultry, with a nice edge of dirtiness. He wanked off quickly, fantasising about George squatting over him. On the way back to work he bumped into Callum.

'Are you working next Tuesday?' he asked, with a slightly sly grin.

'Yeah. I'm on the early shift again next week, so will be done at 2. It's my birthday as well.'

'Fancy coming to mine afterwards? Gonna have a bit of a session with Nick and Simon, and I've asked Connal if he wants to come too.'

'Ooh, yeah! Not seen Simon since I've been home. Er ... shall I ask Aston if he fancies it too?'

'What, that really fit guy you showed me a picture of? Yeah, do! And if it's yer birthday we'll have to think up something special for you...'

Liam got a bollocking from the chargehand for his lengthy toilet trip, but he didn't care. He'd got to hear and smell George having a dump again, and now there was the prospect of a big group session to look forward to! He sneaked his phone out of his pocket during a quick gap on the line and texted Aston.

He ambled home after work in a good mood. His family were coming back the following day and he needed to tidy up a bit, but apart from that he had the rest of the day to himself. He hadn't been for a shit so far that day, he was quite horny after what had happened at work, and as he walked he mused on the idea of having one more session in his pants. He could do that, or he could lie in the bath and get his legs back and try to do it on his own face, or...

He'd had his mates round a few times whilst his family were away but he hadn't had any parties and the house wasn't in a state, so tidying up the living room and cleaning the kitchen to his mum's fastidious standards didn't take him too long. Nor did cleaning the downstairs toilet, although it did bring back one faintly horny recollection. His old friend Ryan had gone for a shit in there when he'd been round a few days ago: Liam had been able to stand in the hallway and listen to the heavy plops and a couple of juicy farts, and then when Ryan had gone outside for a cigarette straight afterwards he'd gone in for a good sniff of the thick smell he'd left. By then he needed a shit himself and he was horny again. He knew now what he was going to do, and he hastened upstairs and stripped naked. He lay down on his bed, huffing poppers and fantasising, enjoying the mounting pressure in his bowels and sniffing at the ripe little farts he kept letting out.

'Oh yeah,' he whispered to himself. 'I gotta shit so bad...'

He got up, wanking, and went through to the bathroom. He knelt down on the floor with his pert arse sticking out, and took another big sniff of poppers. Then he reached between his legs until his left hand was right under his hole, palm uppermost and fingers spread out. Grunting with relief and kinky pleasure, he curled out a big load. It was hot and slimy, and it grew heavier as he did more and more, moving his hand around so it curled around and piled up on his palm and across his fingers. When he was done he brought it carefully between his legs and lifted the big, golden-brown pile he'd made to his face.

'Mmm! Ooh ... oh it stinks...!'

His own smell gassed him, making his cock bounce and dribble. He brought the pile closer still, until its curled, cracked mass was right in his face and he could feel its hotness. With his free hand he picked up the poppers bottle and took another huge hit. Head rushing, he looked back to his own shit, closed his eyes and clamped his mouth shut, took a deep breath and pressed his face into it. He shook his head slowly from side to side and nodded it up and down, squishing and pushing it about with his nose until his face was covered and he was gagging with the stench, and his dick was bouncing uncontrollably.

'Eat it,' the voice in his head commanded him. 'Open your mouth and taste it.'

But it was too late. He jerked his head back and yelped as he came all over the floor.


'I really am gonna have to take a shit soon,' breathed Connal.

Liam tilted his head back until the head of Connal's cock was brushing his lips, and looked up into his face. As he did so he carried on wanking Nick and Simon, standing one either side of him as he knelt. In front of him Aston was lying on the floor, propped up on his elbows as he gave him a blowjob, whilst Callum's tongue was doing wondrous things to his arsehole. He needed a shit too. They all did, and the room already smelled of the farts they'd all knelt over him and blasted into his face.

'You ready, birthday-boy?' said Nick teasingly. 'Ready for your presents?'

Liam bucked his hips to pull his cock out of Aston's mouth and stop himself cumming there and then. Finally the moment he'd been anticipating was upon him. He'd agreed with Callum, Simon and Nick what was going to happen the previous week, and he'd been anticipating it ever since, especially when Connal and Aston had both said they were up for it too. It had almost been too much to hope for that all of them would need to shit, but they did; even Callum, who'd agreed that just for once he'd be a top. Liam's heart pounded as he remembered the one time he'd watched him shit – ages ago it seemed – and imagined what it would feel like now. His bowels were full, and he was trembling all over with excitement.

Connal turned around, thrust that gorgeous smooth arse of his in Liam's face and farted again. As Liam whimpered and sniffed at his rich smell he let his hole open slight, uncovering the rounded, chocolate-brown tip of his turd. He stepped away, and Liam donned his goggles, put the straws in the corners of his mouth and taped over his lips with five pairs of eyes boring into him, and five huge erections being wanked all around him. Time seemed to slow down as he lay down on the big plastic sheet in the middle of the room. Callum put the rimseat over him and gave him some poppers. He lifted his head to sniff at them, and his heart pounded all the harder. He lay spread-eagled, cock twitching, wondering who was going to use the toilet first.

It was Callum. Liam whimpered constantly, his cock dancing and dribbling as Callum stood over him and then sat slowly down, giving him the toilet's view that always raised his excitement to fever pitch. Callum's arse was smooth, his crack hairy. He sat for a long time, making Liam wait, with his tight hole pulsing rhythmically. Then he breathed out, long and slow, and his hole began to open into a pink ring, through which peeped the glistening tip of a dark turd. He held it there for a few seconds, making Liam wait. Then he grunted loudly and let go. His log was thick and dark and dense, and it slid from his arse with a soft hiss. Liam watched intently as it came slowly nearer and the harsh, bitter smell thickened in his nostrils. It began to break, a crack across it slowly widening as it pulled stickily apart. Then it dropped and landed right across Liam's nose and cheeks. Every time he was shat on it was the same: the first turd hit him like a punch in the face, leaving him reeling and edging and fighting to stop himself cumming at once. He was still struggling to take in what was happening to him when the next one hit him. His dick bounced and dribbled constantly. Above him Callum was in full flow, his shit getting smoother and softer as more came out, crackling and hissing, his filthy hole twitching and puffing gas around it. His turds piled up on Liam's face and slid down his cheeks, and hot piss was running all over his chest and tummy.

'Cor, that stinks!' someone breathed.

Liam was too dazed to know who'd said it. Callum's harsh stink was pounding at his brain, his face was covered, and he was clenching up desperately to stop himself cumming. Then it stopped. In the few seconds pause that followed he managed to calm himself down a bit and draw back from the brink of orgasm, and all of a sudden he became conscious again of his own need to shit. Then Callum stood up. The lads came closer to see what he'd done, their erections waving threateningly above him, the heavy breathing ringing in his ears. He wondered dully who'd be the next to use the toilet.

His heart began to race again as Nick stepped forward and straddled him. He sat down slowly, showing off that pert, smooth arse of his, and as he settled into position he farted softly. Even through the coarse stink Callum had made Liam could smell it. He loved Nick's ripe, fruity aroma, and his dick began to bounce again as Nick began to push out a log. It was thick and solid and lumpy, reddish-brown and glistening in the light. Slowly, inexorably, its knobbly end came closer. Liam moaned as it touched down right below his nose, and then began to bend backwards as Nick kept on shitting. Suddenly it snapped and fell backwards, right across Liam's left eye. The blow made him reel once again. Then Nick bent forward and pulled his legs up, revealing his arse to the watching lads. Callum knelt down, thrust his face in and began running his tongue all over his most sensitive parts, drawing little gasps from him through his gag, and then began to rim him. As he did so Nick grunted and pushed out another big turd.

'Now,' he said softly. 'You need to shit, yeah?'

His voice seemed to come from far away, beyond the heavy, hot, reeking pile all over his face and on the floor next to him. Liam moaned in reply and held up his thumb. As he did so Nick's hard cock began to spurt piss onto his tummy and cock, and into Callum's hair.

'Yeah ... go on ... start pushing it out.'

He felt Callum opening his mouth, tongue still probing around his hole as it began to open. The sensation of having a shit in this position, right into Callum's mouth whilst Nick went to the toilet on his face was unbelievable. His dick began to bounce and dribble again, and his head spun as Nick farted wetly and started to curl out more slim, hot turds. As they piled up on his face and slid down his cheeks his own shit packed Callum's mouth and made him gag, and he clenched his hole to stop it. One last sliver from Nick dropped onto his face.

'I'm done,' said Nick.

Liam had never felt anything as intense as this. The sensation in his arse was incredible. He still needed to shit badly and he was having to fight to hold it back as Callum chewed on his first turd, retching as he did so, with the tip sticking from his mouth tickling his hole. His face was covered, the smell was pounding at his brain, and he had three shits to come! His heart was racing, his dick was bouncing up and down madly, and he was trembling and whimpering uncontrollably. Through the left lens of his goggles all he could see was the cracked brownness of the big log Nick had dropped on him. He watched through his right as Nick wiped right above him, dropping the stained paper so that it brushed his toilet face and fell to the floor next to him. As he did so Callum opened his mouth again, and Liam sighed through his gag as he pushed out another turd into it. Nick gave his hole one last rub and stood up. Connal stepped forward and took his place, holding Liam's legs back so Callum could keep eating from his filthy hole.

'I need such a fucking shit now,' he breathed as he sat down. 'Oh yeah ... here it comes...'

The gassy hiss and crackle as his turd forced his hole open rang in Liam's ears. He let it out slowly, a thick brown finger that grew into a lumpy column hanging from him, swaying slightly to and fro as he moved. Liam watched hazily as it came closer, and then yelped into his gag as it dropped onto him. Its snapped end landed on his right eye and for a second he was blinded completely, and once more he nearly came. Then the pile on his face disintegrated. Nick's turd rolled off to the left and thudded to the floor, whilst Connal's slid down his right side. He whimpered as his shitty face awaited the next one, and edged once more as he pushed more shit into Callum's waiting mouth. His goggles were smeared and blurry, but he could see and hear enough to know that Connal was pushing out the cone-shaped end of his turd. It dropped on the tip of his nose, all warm and slimy, and slid down to his mouth, setting his dick bouncing as Connal's delectable smell hammered at his brain. In the long pause that followed he finished his own shit, and listened to Callum retching as he ate it.

'Oh man,' said Simon suddenly. 'I've really got to take a dump now. Hurry up Connal ... I can't hold it!'

Liam could just about see him, jigging about as he stood and watched Connal, whose arsehole was puckering out every so often as he strained. Then he got up.

'You go,' he said. 'I've still got loads but I can wait. I'll finish afterwards.'

Simon plonked himself down quickly, gasping with relief, and let rip. His shit was gassy and smooth and quite soft, and it came in a quick succession of thick brown snakes that piled up on top of Connal's and toppled back over his goggles. He really was blind now. Shit was rolling down his cheeks and chin, and the pile was growing heavier with one squelchy thud after another as Simon farted and grunted and emptied his bowels. His stink overwhelmed Connal's mild aroma and made Liam gag and moan. Another small turd dropped onto the pile.

'Yeah...' breathed Simon above him. 'You're fucking loving this, aren't you. Look at your fucking cock bouncing about!'

Liam could only moan and hold up his thumb. He was edging madly again, dreading another rush of turds that would tip him over the edge. Thankfully it didn't come. Instead there was a long pause as Simon's piss spurted across his body and he let out a couple of gassy farts. Then there came the crackle of one more long, slim turd, the squelchy thud as it fell, and the weight on his face grew heavier. Simon reached for the toilet paper. Liam lay and waited, exquisitely degraded as Simon dropped wads of used paper on him. He was these hot lads' toilet, and it felt wonderful.

He was expecting Connal to sit down and finish his shit next, but instead he felt Aston's ankles either side of his body, and heard his soft grunt as he sat down. On impulse he turned his head to the side to let Simon's reeking, sticky pile fall off and clear the way for Aston's dump, though he was still nearly blinded by the smears across his goggles. He'd barely got his head back up when Aston farted above him, and grunted over the slimy hiss of a turd starting to come out. The sharp smell tickled his nostrils, and his cock started to bounce and trickle pre-cum again. Then the blow of the turd falling made him reel yet again. Another one followed it, heavy and firm and greasy, and then another. Aston was grunting sexily above him, and he could hear guys wanking all around him.

'Mmm, Aston!' said Connal approvingly. 'Your shit's really nice!'

At that moment Liam felt another pair of ankles straddling his legs, and sensed someone else squatting down over his crotch. He teetered on the brink of cumming as Aston farted and pissed on him, and his arse began to crackle again. Then something heavy and hot and slimy fell onto his cock. It was shit, he realised: Connal was squatting over him, shitting on his cock. His whole body shook and shuddered and only with a supreme effort did he managed to stay still, moaning uncontrollably through the tape into the shit all over his face. He was going to cum: there was no stopping it now. Another hot turd fell onto his nose and rolled down his cheeks, and then a little lump, and then Connal did a wet fart and a big mushy one, and that finished it. He writhed and convulsed, and screamed as he shot his load.

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