Date: Fri, 19 Jul 2013 22:13:30 +0200
From: Piggietail <schweineland@gmail.com>
Subject: Matthew and Peter 02 (scat)

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real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Please do not copy
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I forgot to mention that you should only be reading the set of
Matthew-and-Peter-stories if you like scat and scatplay. The protagonists
of these chapters are looking for this everywhere and also have no
inhibition involving a horse into their becoming of sexual age.  Have fun
reading this ;-)


For his thirteen years Peter was quite tall and was strongly built though
he practised no sports at all. He had a rounded face with button nose,
freckles and and ears that sticked out on both sides. It was framed by a
lot of blond, spiky hair.

Maybe I should mention that some months ago he found a new field of
interest between his muscular legs.  His new hobby is already crowned by a
small bush of reddish curly hair and he takes every occasion to addict to
it. He can tell that there are lots of...

During the big break he had totally forgotten that he needed to piss. As
the bell rang and everybody was moving towards classrooms he again became
aware of that and rushed to the boys toilet for having no problems during
classes. He didn't like to piss at the urinals, so he advanced to the
stalls. He was running so fast that he bumped into a skinny, blond boy just
in the moment he tried to enter the stalls room – there was absolutely
no time for excuses as he already was fumbling the zipper of his trousers
while running into the stall with the open door – he desperately needed
to piss and feared to wet his trousers.

He rushed into the stall smashing the door closed. He fished his uncut dick
out of the open zipper and aimed it no second too late into the toilet bowl
as his bladder released a thick, strong stream. His pissing sounded
different to other occasions - he missed the splashing sound and checked if
he was accidentally missing the porcelain. There he saw the reason for his
irritation: inside of the bowl was lying the biggest turd he had seen in
his entire life! Stunned by the view he aimed his stream of piss along this
brown monolith which was nearly stretching along the whole length of the
bowl. His piss was reflecting from the turds surface as if it was made of
wood.

By doing such with his own shit he often reached to separate it into
smaller peaces or flushes the pellets on the beginning of his turd off.

He tried to do this with this monster turd that seemed to consist on its
total length out of hard, dark brown lumps. He aims his stream in the
traces between the lumps but absolutely nothing came off.

As his stream ran dry he flushed the toilet in a reflex. The water retained
around that turd and submerged it because there was not enough space for
the water to flow freely. Just his piss went down the pipe – the turd
itself does not move at all.

He was fascinated by this piece and would have loved to examine it closer
but there was no time for excitement. He needed to hurry to get to classes
in time.

An idea flashed up in his brain: he went out of the stall, closed it's door
and took out his clasp-knives he got for his thirteenth birthday. With the
knives screwdriver he carefully turned the four cornered shaft that allows
to open the door from the outside in case of emergency. Like this the stall
would appear unusable for others – and that was no lie at all... He may
return to this stall by the next break in three hours and take a close
look.

During classes he needed to think all the time about the giant turd he had
found in the boys toilet. Who would be able to produce such a big loaf?

He had the habit to look at his turds before flushing and from time to time
there were exemplars among his 'productions' that he would call grand and
impressive. In public stalls he sometimes found that the one using the
stall before didn't flush so he appreciates the pieces left behind.
Sometimes he found loaves that were quite bigger than his – up to now he
explained this as shit from an adult. But a caliber like this?  Was it from
an older boy? Would he be able to shit like this somewhen in the future?
His thoughts were repeatedly drifting to the giant turd, being as big that
he might only believe it to come out of a horses asshole – but a horse
in the boys toilet is totally nonsense.

The teacher who had classes just before the next break was called out of
his class some minutes before the regular break, so Peter was lucky
beginning his break some minutes before the others. He was heading directly
to the boys toilet. As he entered the rooms there was yet no-one else to be
seen. His heart was beating like hell as he tried to open the stalls door
with his knife in his trembling hands. He flits into the stall an closes
the door carefully for having his privacy – the turd was still lying
there. Like a fat, brown torpedo it was sitting in the toilet bowl as it it
was insisting in staying there forever.

He went down on his knees to look at the turd from close. Meanwhile the
turds surface had dried out a bit so it's surface turned darker. The
knobbly chunks it consisted of had nearly turned to black. The end facing
the pipe had a flat rounding and was made of a bunch of small turdlets like
the ones that rabbits leave behind while the chunks turned bigger and
bigger to the other side running out into a slightly tapered end. It was
sitting in a small puddle of water that formed a small ring of brown liquid
around the turds border. He sniffed but sensed no smell coming from the
turd.

He was hit by the overwhelming urge to touch this thing and before having
the chance to control himself his fingers were already feeling around on
the knobbly surface of this hard an cold loaf. His other hand had found its
way to the spot between his legs he called his new hobby. The examination
was exiting him so much that he was already sporting an aching erection
that forcefully cried for his attention.

He tried to move the turd with one hand hand while the other was rubbing
and kneading his crotch. He fantasised about lifting the turd up with both
hands as a bunch of boys stormed into the toilet and entered the other
stalls.

In a reflex he pulled his hand back and stood up.

He heard trousers pulled down and the general noise boys make on toilets –
two of them were discussing about something in loud voices. Who of these
should take notice of him?

So he bend down and embraced the lump in the toilet with both hands –
that piece was really heavy. He had no concrete idea about it's weight but
he thought to himself that it had about the same weight as the big lexicon
they had at home. The turds knobbly surface was so dry that it wasn't
marking off to his hands as he slowly turned it around. On it's downside
the turd was still wet from the water it was lying in. He moved the loaf
closer to his nose and took a whiff – this time he smelled a light
earthy aroma that was totally different to his turds smell. 'I should take
it with me at home' – flashed through his brain. But how should he
manage this? So he had no choice but putting it back to its place in the
bowl – with the wet side downward so no-one would remark what he had
done.

He controlled his hands – even as they showed no strains he rubbed them
in toilet paper in a reflex. Then he fished his boner out of his zipper and
began to masturbate hectically. For this he stood leaning with his back to
the stalls door and stared at the unbelievable shit in front of him. He
still has the stale earthy smell in his nose and fantasized about how it
might be looking like gliding out of another boys overstretched asshole –
this was quite unimaginable for him but his climax was rising fast. He
flexed his legs and ejaculated some powerful spurts on the flushing tank
and the turd. He took some toilet paper to wipe up his marks and pissed
once again on the turd, flushing away his spunk before he flushed the
toilet. Again the water only took paper and piss away – the turd was
only turning slightly into a position that offered less resistance to the
water.

In the stalls around he heard asses being wiped, trousers being pulled up,
toilet seats rattling and toilets being flushed. He carefully waited until
he was sure that all the other were gone and he would be unseen leaving his
stall.

Then he opened the door and right before him stood the blond boy he bumped
in during the big break. This boy looked at him with inquisitorial blue
eyes as if he had all the time been standing there waiting for him. He was
a lot slimmer than Peter and his arms and legs were so skinny that he
appeared kind of fragile. He was about as high as Peter. His narrow face
was decorated by a pointing nose and blond curly hair hanging down to his
shoulders.

The boy went on his toes and looked behind Peter – he commented: 'that
is quite a fat piece!' - 'is that from you?'

Peters face turned red as he babbled 'no, uhm, I just pissed in here. That
turd was already lying there as I entered the stall. I also think that it
is quite a fat piece.'

He was still standing in the open door as the other boy said: 'let me enter
here – I also want to see this thing.' -with unexpected force for his
body he pushed Peter back into the stall and closed the door behind them.

As they stood around the bowl regarding the turd Peter suddenly said: 'I
would love to know who made this.'

The other boy looked at him closely -'why do you want to know?'

Peter was thinking if he should say his next words: 'I would like to know
how a person being able to shit something that bis is looking like. The
must be a giant or a really fat boy...'

The other boy was still looking at him intently until he said 'I don't
know...'

The school bell rang calling them back for classes. They left the toilet
heading to their classes without exchanging further words.