Date: Sat, 24 Oct 2015 22:45:48 +0200
From: Daniel Berasaluce Frķas <arathllevi@hotmail.com>
Subject: Matt and Cayron - chapter 5

Chapter 5

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He was coming up the stairs with me with a wild smile and his cock was
really hard. I wanted us both to soon be in my bedroom and hoped it was
another palace of pleasure for him. Finally we arrived, and he timidly
asked.

-Cayron, would you let me swim awhile in your sheets? All your man scent is
there.

-Sir, my room is your room. Swim in my sheets every time you want. I'll be
close to you.

And he jumped joyfully into my sheets and started to get a whiff. It was so
hot to see him swimming in my man scent.

-Here you cummed last night. I can smell your dick now.

And as I was so close, he sniffed my little dick now. I keep on saying my
little dick, but it was never little with this man.

-Here is the smell of your ass.

He kept on searching every bit of my smell, swimming freely on my bed. I
loved to see him like that. He soon located the smell of my pits. And a
couple of minutes later I saw him swimming in search of the scent of my
feet. He was moved and was sniffing for a minute, but suddenly I saw he was
crying.

-Is anything the matter with you, Sir?

-Cayron, my sweetest thing. We can stop this madness at once and even put
on our clothes.

-What's the matter, Sir? Why are you crying? Don't you like my smell?

-Of course I love your smell. It's not that. I'm afraid to tell you but I
will. I have no doubts now. My Cayron, I have fallen in love with you.

I was moved and had a sudden response then. I sat on my bed and hugged
him. Then I sweetly kissed his lips for a minute. He wanted to stop the
kiss, but I continued. I had to speak.

-Sir, this littledick Cayron will not leave this house now. You can always
count on my friendship and the man you love will always be with you. I will
call you my dear friend, Sir now but tomorrow you won't hear me say Sir.

-Cayron! -He was moved now-. This could happen as I am enjoying so many
bottom pleasures with the hottest and most tender man on Earth.

-What is bottom, Sir?

-They usually say top and bottom when they wanna talk about fucking. Top is
the one who prefers to fuck and bottom the one who prefers being
fucked. But I am versatile and I love both just the same. I also use top
and bottom for other things. For instance, the shitter will be top and the
man who is shitted will be bottom.

-Sir, my dear friend, I have loved you calling me my Cayron and I will be
your Cayron. Tonight I want you to make me another schedule and you have to
forgive me cause I will utter my fucking will. I have been too slow but
tomorrow I'll be fatter. I will not give future answers for my bottom
pleasures but you have to express all your wishes, each one of them, my
dear friend. Do not forget to mention, for example, that you would like to
shit in my mouth. You have done that to many men and you have to tell me. I
would like to fall in love with you now, but you have to forgive me, it is
my fucking will to tell you right now, no need to be thinking that until
tomorrow, that you will have every single bottom pleasure with me, Sir. But
even tonight you will be allowed to jack me off, Sir, my dear friend, not
on pig dinner, which of course we will have, but later, on your schedule
for Sunday, Sir.

-I love you, my Cayron. What the fuck do people understand as romanticism?
Sooner or later somebody will mention a dinner with candles. I don't like
them. For me romanticism has to do with comprehension and acceptance. And
you understand and accept me, even being the pig I am. The simple fact that
you don't want to have a shower to please me is romantic for me. You won't
have a shower tomorrow, will you?

-I will have a shower on Monday morning to go to the Baileys'. No sooner. I
will have no clothes on until then either.

-Thank you, Cayron. I hope you allow me now to call you my love. I have
fallen in love with the right man. And your smell will be with me
forever. I even like mixing something romantic with something dirty. I will
wait until tomorrow, but I want to know, will you fuck me tomorrow?

-Call me as you prefer, Sir, and of course you can say my love. And as for
fucking, first I thought that this little dick of mine would give you no
pleasure. But next I was sure that it is precisely this little dick that
you want in your ass. So, yes, my friend, I will fuck you tomorrow.

-Maybe you know that we men have our g-spot in the prostate gland. I could
be hours rimming you so you know the greatest pleasure a man can
have. Rimming the ass is called a black kiss or anillingus. If you want me
to express my every desire, I will tell you.

-You can rim my ass tomorrow, Sir.

-And blow you?

-As many times you wish, Sir.

-I would like to lick your pits and do the same to your feet for an hour.

-Yes, my dear friend. All the time you are enjoying them.

-Oh, my God. I cannot wait till tomorrow. It will be the best day of my
life. And what about the piggest things?

-Ask, Sir.

-Will you shit in my mouth tomorrow?

-I will.

-And piss?

-Yes, my dear friend, Sir. What else?

-I want you to fart in my mouth, spit in my mouth, blow your nose in my
mouth and puke in my mouth.

-All my delicacies will be in your mouth tomorrow, I promise. I hope you
like the taste of everything.

-Don't worry about the taste of it all. It's yours and it will be
delicious. I've never been disgusted with anything so far and I have spent
ten years eating piggie things. And as you wish I tell you all my desires,
I will tell you as well something I call the sweet desire. And as you get
shocked at nothing, I will also tell you the piggest thing I have said in
my life. I have fantasized about it many times but never said it because I
never thought I could find a man to tell. But you are the man to tell such
a thing.

-You move me, my dear friend, Sir. If you think I am the right man to tell
such a thing, then I promise I will hear you with respect.

-Yes, Cayron, but it is very pig. You needn't answer yes. I am sure you
will respect me but you don't have to do it.

-Is it about my delicacies?

-It is.

-I don't have the slightest idea what it may be.

-Wait until tonight and you will hear the piggest man on Earth telling
you. I repeat again you are the right man to fall in love with.

-Thank you, Sir. Tomorrow I will call you by your name, I promise.

-Thank you, Cayron. That will be the best. I am looking forward to
tomorrow.

-And I hope you don't cry again and be sure of how much I like you. In me
you will have a friend for life. Now, Sir, do you still want to see me
shitting?

-Of course.

-Come to my toilet then.

We went in and I immediately sat on my toilet. He was watching me.

-I love to see you squatting there. I'll jerk off the moment your shit
reaches the water.

But I started to piss. He was not shy and approached his hand to my dick so
it was full of piss and then he licked it. I already had a hard on but it
was harder that moment.

-I always fart a lot before shitting.

-Good, fart many times. You know I love your farts.

-I am still wondering what your piggest thing will be.

-Wait for the night. It is so pig that even when you think you know me it
will surprise you. But you are the man to hear me. I'm so sure of your
respect, my sweetest thing, as I will be sure of it if a bring dogshit for
dinner or you see me eating your diarrhea.

I was still somewhat afraid to shit, but I knew I had to start sooner or
later, so I concentrated and the first turd was already visible.

-I love it, Cayron. At last I can see the first turd coming from your hot
ass. O how well it smells, I love the smell of this bathroom right now as
you are perfuming it. Wonderful colour and shape. Hope you have many more.

-I think four or five more -I was saying as my first turd reached the water
and he started to jerk off. I loved to look at his shining face now, really
aroused-. Since you like my shit, remember that after today you will be
invited to see me shit every day. I will tell you where and when.

I had no constipation and the shit came out of my ass easily. At every turd
he took a deep breath to keep the smell better and jerked off strongly. I
think I was shitting for five minutes but my last turd was coming out. I
told him and he said oink.

-Good, your shit is wonderful, my Cayron. Now, please stand up and let me
see it.

And he was suddenly moved and called me to see.

-I don't know if you'll see what I see. But your mess in the toilet has the
shape of a heart.

-Surely, my dear friend. My bowels had to express somehow how much I like
you.

He started to cry but finally managed to say.

-Cayron, now please turn. I wanna see the mess in your ass,

I turned.

-Eat as much as you want, Sir.

He had his first little snack that day.

-The first one I had today had to be from your shitted arse. Now I can be
all day eating and you'll have to go to bed again with a dirty ass.

-I loved having to wipe my ass yesterday night, Sir, for I knew the
pleasure it had given you.

He had then a second little snack. I saw again my shit on his fingers and
how he sniffed it previously and then ate it and enjoyed.

-Now I will lick some of your shit inside your cool little ass.

And he was like that for half a minute. His tongue stirred every point of
my arse and I started to imagine what the pleasure of g-spot will be. Then
he finally took his tongue out and I could see it full of my shit. So hot!

-Now I will cum on your shit.

In those moments his face was entranced. His whole sweated body, not only
his cock, was enjoying. And finally what after years of fun I can say I
would like to see in porn movies when a man is cumming, not the
ejaculation, all men cum alike, but his face. If a man is handsome, he is
twice as handsome in that moment.

-Now you can wipe your ass.

And I started. Of course I presented to him the first piece of shitted
toilet paper. He chose the most shitted place and bit it. I even liked to
see him eating paper. Finally, relieved because he had cummed but still
desiring to eat some more of my shit, he put his fingers in my poop and had
his last little snack. Now, as I had never washed my ass before, I didn't
do it that day but prepared myself to commit sacrilege. I had a stool which
I approached to the bidet. I was going to wash my feet. I approached him my
left foot and he was a good while sniffing and licking. How easy it was for
me to take him to heaven. I knew tomorrow he could enjoy them for an hour
and as many times he wished. It was soon washed and I approached him also
my right foot. He enjoyed too and then, completed sacrilege, I stood up.

-Thank you, my Cayron. Now if you have not looked before, you will look
now. Come to my bedroom so you can see my secret closet.

It was now unlocked but the door was closed. He opened it for me to see and
I immediately saw six dildos of all sizes, colours and shapes. I asked him
if they would still smell of shit, but he said he washed them prior to take
them back to the closet. Then I saw that he had very explicit video
cases. He had about two hundred movies there and all of them were scat
movies, with guys shitting, puking, pissing? in some other guys' mouths or
bodies. I had the desire to see all his porn movies with him. Then I saw
his erotic stories. He was searching for a couple of minutes. He knew well
which one he would choose for him and which one for me. I asked for one
which talked of mansmells. He gave me "the petrol station"; he chose
"surprised by my next door neighbour". We took both stories and went down
to the living room and started a new reflexive masturbation.

Then always farting we started to jerk off and we stopped our stories
sometimes to touch each other, to kiss and so on. My story was about a man
working at a petrol station who one day meets a customer who seems unwashed
for months, has a big erection at his smell and his workmates tell him some
things about him. He was married to a man, but now he lives on his own and
always stinks -his workmates said stink-. Then he waits for him every day
till he comes and wants to know more of him and gets really obsessed with
the man, looks for him everywhere till one day he sees him at some urinals
and they are so hot, they start to jack each other off and so everything
begins. He also told me something of his story, though he hardly read, he
was only attentive to me and sometimes surprised me saying "I love you",
and then I stopped and kissed his mouth. His story was about Fred, who was
a toilet for women, and one day he brings four women to his house to use
him as toilet, though they always used his body for everything and never
his mouth. Then one of them opens the door and in comes his neighbour next
door, Roger, who soon takes off all his clothes and watches the show. Fred
has fears of being raped, but Roger starts to talk to him, and asks him if
he's ever eaten any excrements (here they were not called delicacies) and
Fred answers that only his own. Then Roger tells him that then he, Fred,
has only tasted man's excrements and offers to piss in his mouth. Fred says
yes, Sir, please. He loves it. Then Roger says he would shit in his mouth
too, but for that Fred would have to suck his cock. Fred does and later, to
cut the story short, he tastes everything that comes from his neighbour,
accepts to get fucked humiliated before four women and then he starts to be
Roger's slave. Matt told me all this but his story was my sweated naked
body and never stopped to grope me. I managed to read my story, thank God
it was short for I wanted to look at him, not at the pages. And then we
mentioned the exact moment to cum and we cummed at the same time now.

Then he said he was going to shit and asked me if I wanted to see him. I
asked where and he told me that today it was going to be in his bedroom
toilet in case I would also like to swim in his sheets. Of course I wanted
to and taking the stories back to his closet, we went up the stairs and
soon reached his bedroom. As I had his permission I immediately jumped into
his bed and was a long while sniffing his entire garden of good smells. I
could perceive them all but the smell of his ass. I remembered he washed
his ass every day so I asked him to approach me and sniffed his crack
instead. I enjoyed locating the perfume of his dick, continued swimming in
the point his smelly feet had been and was a long while enjoying the scent
of his pits. I called him to me to sniff the part of his body I was
sniffing on his sheets. Then I said I had enough for now and he said we
could go to his bedroom toilet and told me I could enter his room every
time I wanted to, and swim there, jerk off, or any other thing.

It was a wonderful sight to see him there sitting on his toilet. I had
noticed too that his shower was very dirty and it was obvious he didn't
often use it and I also liked that. I had not mopped it that morning on
purpose. Then I saw he was pissing.

-I hadn't seen you pissing yet, Sir. I had your kidney juice in my mouth
this morning but I was busy swallowing it and couldn't see it. I love to
see you. I will also approach my hand to your penis as you are pissing.

I did and told him.

-Now the taste is sweeter. Do not forget, my dear friend, Sir, I still want
you to piss in my mouth again tonight.

As I was saying this, he was already farting. I loved the smell. I knew
that without him it would be difficult for me to find other men who farted
before me and I said this to him.

He was shy to start shitting too, but finally his first turd was visible. I
loved the smell of it and the smell the bathroom was getting. I enjoyed the
sight and asked him to continue. I needed to see and smell all his turds
and told him I wanted to see him shit every day. Once the first turd
reached the water I started to jerk off so he was sure I was enjoying
everything, and then I asked him to stand up. I saw his mess on the toilet
and said.

-Look here, my dear friend -I equally called him Sir or my dear friend now,
or both-, your shit also has the shape of a heart.

-Surely in everything I do now, my love for you must be seen, even when
shitting.

-Now, my friend, show me your shitted ass, please.

He turned then and I loved that messy picture. Then I dared to do what I
was dying to do. I took a little snack and was sniffing it playfully. He
looked at me terrified but I said.

-Sir, last night, when you tasted little snacks from my ass, I had the
desire to do the same, but I knew you would not let me. But later when you
told me I could come and see you shit, I thought it would be the right
moment to do it. The smell of your shit invites me to eat - It was said and
done. I ate it and it had an unexpected but wonderful flavor.

-Now I finally know what shit tastes like. Your stomach is a wonderful
cook.

I had a second little snack. I was starting to love the shit world.

-Cayron, listen to me now, so you forget forever the word bitch. You know
you could have my money just feeding me your shit and everything. You had
no need to taste it. And your cock cannot be harder now. It is obvious you
like it, so saying something different would mean being unfair with
you. And I won't do that. Welcome to the world of shit, and do whatever
thing now you have pleasure in.

-Never forget, my friend, in case you are shy to tell me some things
tonight in your schedule that I have already eaten some of your shit. And I
want to continue to be a shit-eater. Now I will lick your ass.

I was for more than a minute. It was delicious and pleasant to be pigging
before him. I said oink. Then I had a little snack from his mess in the
toilet and next I was wanking till I cummed on it and then said.

-Sir, you can wipe your ass now, but I would love to be the one who wipes
your arse, my friend.

-Oh, hell, Cayron. I didn't do it, but now I have the desire to wipe your
ass. You are thinking of things I have never done. Never wiped a man's ass
yet. But of course you can.

I tenderly wiped his ass now trying to stain my hand with more shit so I
had more shit to eat. I had not had enough. I also tried shitted toilet
paper for the first time. A wonderful experience. Now he looked at me
reassured and happy. Then he proceeded to wash his ass in the bidet. It was
the first time in my life I saw somebody doing that and I also liked that
show and now felt like washing my own arse too. Then he started
sacrilege. Of course I sniffed and licked both his feet before and I said
goodbye to that wonderful smell and taste. He heard me.

-Tomorrow they will have smell and taste again, my love. Cayron, how many
times have you cummed today?

I started doing calculations.

-I think it has been five times, Sir. In your bedroom this morning, then in
mine, at pig lunch, reading the erotic story and right now here on your
shit. Five times and four different places but I am sure there will be many
others tonight.

- I have finished now. Come down with me and as I am cooking your rice and
cod fish, you can wait for me wanking on the couch or seeing me as I work
naked in the kitchen.

-I'd rather call it now rice and cod shit, my friend.

He laughed.

-Oh what a pervert you are.

He went to the kitchen and I waited awhile on the couch, of course jacking
off. Then I went to the northern kitchen door. I liked to see him preparing
our dinner stark naked but with an apron. Of course I told him I was
wanking at the sight of his cool ass and that it was wonderful to see a
naked man working. Then I continued my masturbation in the living-room,
waiting for him until some minutes later I was enjoying again his full
frontal nudity, carrying our dinner, bread and everything. I didn't stop
masturbating in that moment so he could see me. Finally he sat next to
me. I grasped his cock at once and he remembered he could jack me off
later, not now, and didn't do it. I had both cocks playing now. Then I was
first to taste the meal. I immediately had to say.

-Sir, I am glad I tasted what you cook with your stomach first. But believe
what you cook with your hands is delicious too. You are a great cook
too. This rice and cod fish is as good as mine. I love it. Now taste your
meal.

He did and then we had a second mouthful and we started a new concert of
farts. I knew well that from now on I would love to eat always with
farts. Then I asked him to be first to tell me his experience with my shit.

-I will overlook the fact that I fell in love with you swimming in your
sheets. I will always remember the place. Or maybe it was before, but there
I was first aware of my love for you. Then, what can I say? The memory of
you sitting stark naked on the toilet will be always on my mind. Then that
wonderful moment when I saw you pissing again and you were good enough to
let me approach my hand to your dick and taste it. The wonderful smell of
your farts; I will never get tired of those smelly trumpets. And what to
say of the moment I saw your turds? Such a good smell your shit has! Such a
good smell there was in the bathroom. I would like to see you shitting
every day, smell the product of your bowels, and after today I want also to
be the one who wipes your ass. Then the wonderful taste of your shit. I've
tasted so many, Cayron, but none was that delicious, not only because it
comes from the stomach of the man I love, but believe your bowels produce a
really tasty shit. And you were so good allowing me to taste as much shit
as I wanted to. Licking your shitted ass was super, eating a little snack
from the toilet, cumming on your shit, I would like to do it every day,
even eating your shitted toilet paper. I want to eat even more tomorrow if
it is full with your shit. All together it was a wonderful experience I
want to repeat. But tell me your experience now.

We never stopped farting. I knew that after today I would like to have that
aroma in every one of my meals.

-It was a new experience I want to repeat to swim in your smelly
sheets. Then everything aroused me. I knew very well, thought I didn't tell
you, that I wanted to taste your shit. It was more obvious for me the
moment I saw you sitting on your toilet and saw you pissing for the first
time. I said to myself "come on, Cayron, be a real pig now, for that is
your desire." So I tasted your kidney juice again. And I remind you I want
you to pee in my mouth again tonight. The scented smell of your farts. It
is wonderful you keep on farting as I tell you. And then I was finally in
that wonderful world of shit. I wanna eat some shit every day, especially
if it is yours. Once I have tasted it, I don't want to stop so please don't
be shy tonight in your schedule. Love to see your shit, to smell it, to
taste it, to cum on it, to wipe your ass, and it is good to know I can have
that shit party every day, as you can be sure you can see me shitting as
much as you want. But, my friend, Sir, time is short, we still have enough
dinner, but I want to talk of the other things.

-Good, choose a topic.

-I want to talk about everything but soap and deodorant.

-You're so funny. My God, I will never end discovering you. So ask.

-Mansmells first. When did you discover you liked the way a man smelled?

-I was one day having a beer on the terrace of a bar, and close to me sat a
guy whose pits and feet smelled so much. He could well be a week
unwashed. I was thirteen. I had just discovered I could cum a couple of
days before. But smelling him I knew at once I was gay, and had a strong
urge to go home and masturbate. Since that day I know I prefer an unwashed
man rather than any other aesthetic consideration. I also love the smell of
cock and balls, but I hate that which is called cockcheese. Sometimes I
even like the smell of the arse, if it has not been a long time unwashed,
like yours. I like almost all things, but not earwax, bad breath, but I
like seeing unbrushed teeth and I never say bad breath if it is a guy who
has just eaten shit for instance. I don't like tears, dirty nails or navel
fluff.

-I think I can be pigger than you in that. I would like to taste tears and
dirty nails. It is a pity you don't have dirty nails now.

-How is it possible that you make me desire things I have never desired
before? Now I also want to eat the dirt of your fingernails

-Good, my friend. I will let you know when they are dirty. Now, more
delicacies. I already know I love the milk from your cock. It is
delicious. And I want to drink your kidney juice tonight. I repeat in case
you forget -he laughed- and it is so good to see a man when peeing. And
what can I add about the smell of farts. I'd like to have all my meals
perfumed with them now.

I was the first to have a little snack from his ass now; he did the same
later and we were like that all the time we were dining.

-You can always fart in my presence, Cayron. There are never wrong moments
for that, after today please fart whenever you want and if I am close to
you to smell them, much better.

-We have little rice and cod shit now, so I will introduce the other
delicacies in our meal now. What do you think about gob?

-I also like the sound when you are clearing your throat, and the taste of
phlegm, which usually comes with some snot from the throat then. It is a
delicacy I want to have many times but it often disappoints me, because it
usually has no flavor. But I remembered a dude in whose mouth I shat and
then he spat in my mouth and now it was delicious with the taste of shit in
it. I also like a dude coughing or sneezing in my mouth.

-Before I ask you about the taste of snot, you must allow me a little snack
-and I took my hand to his nostril then. Soon I had to say-. Gelatin from
your nostrils, my friend. Wonderful taste. Now you can be sure I want you
to blow your nose in my mouth tomorrow. At least that. Don't forget.

-I will forget nothing. Ok, your mouth can be my handkerchief tomorrow.

-So, again a stupid question, Sir. I suppose you will tell me that puke
tastes like puke.

-That's my answer but I can tell you something. When tasting puke you know
you are tasting digestion, a stomach. And you can guess what the guy has
eaten. There are still pieces of food in it, and it still has the colour,
shape and taste of the meal he must have eaten. It is wonderful to hear him
puking, to hear the spasms of his mouth muscles, to sense that dirt
beforehand knowing that it will end in your stomach. And then to puke him
back and have a continuous transfer mouth to mouth.

-Dinner is over, Sir. I will have a second little snack from your nostril,
fart and I will cum.

The combination was perfect. Soon my cum was again on the floor. And after
mine his milk from the cock was also on the floor. He stood up and went to
the kitchen to do the washing up. I awaited that wonderful naked and
scented man to return and sit beside me so we could now have a proper
reciprocal masturbation. He soon came back and without a single word he sat
on my right, grasped my cock and started to jack me off. Now you can,
Sir. My dick has no restriction for your pleasure now. How wonderful it was
to me masturbated by a man. Now as I was also madly jacking him off, and
groping his fantastic naked body, I was eager to hear his schedule for
Sunday.