Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2006 21:47:11 +0100
From: Richard Fellowes <portalmondmoi@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: A university romance - scat

Meeting, the vanilla period.
Jeffrey was reading the same subject as I was, and was also in his first
year.  He was a bit taller than I was, slim, with black hair brushed back,
and grey eyes.  I cannot pretend I had not already noticed him, but no
opportunity had arisen for me to speak to him.  We actually met in one of
the book shops, and we sort of drifted into conversation, obviously we had
plenty in common.  That was just as well, because being close to him made me
feel a bit ill, and my knees didn't seem to belong to me.  When, bravely, I
suggested meeting that evening for a drink, to my amazement and joy, he
immediately accepted, and we fixed a time in one of the many pubs popular
with students.  Sick with excitement, I got there on time, and he was
already there!  He gave me a lovely smile, he had perfect teeth, which I
should have been happy to be eaten with.  For myself, I felt I was grinning
in a most idiotic manner.  We got some beer, which I have to say I had not
at that time really got used to, let alone learned to enjoy, and there we
were, surrounded by loads of other people, shouting their heads off, trying
to make conversation.  The noise and the closeness made me bold, and I
deliberately moved so that our arms touched. I thought I felt his arm
respond.  I even bent over to smell the smell of his jacket, and almost
nibbled his ear.  `It's so noisy here, I shouted, the only possible
communication is tactile'.  He didn't say anything, just smiled, and
amazingly put his hand inside my jacket.  I felt his hand feel round my
waist.  This was noticed by a couple of girls, wedged close to use.  One of
them looked at me and gave me a wink.  I couldn't stand the tension any
longer, and said `Come on!'.  We left our unfinished pints and went outside.
  `That's better, said he, a bit noisy in there.'
`Your place or mine' I asked, half joking, but hoping to be taken deadly
seriously.  My college was nearer, so off we went, walking as fast as
possible, and a bated silence of anticipation.  As soon as we had got into
my room, we `fell into each other's arms' and enjoyed our first sweet
kisses.  I could not believe it!  We felt each other's hard-ons under our
trousers, and rushed to take off our clothes.  We had what you might call
elementary sex, in fact we came very quickly wanking each other.  It was my
first time and his first time, so we weren't complaining.
Over the next few weeks we quickly became more sophisticated in our sex
play, sucking cock, licking balls and Jeffrey said he wanted to fuck me.  I
liked the idea of having his cock in me, but wasn't too sure of how the
mechanics were going to work.  We got a rather limited pamphlet about gay
sex and some KY, and just followed the instructions.  It hurt like hell to
start off with, but was fabulous once I got used to it.  What goes in must
come of course, and I was a bit ladylike about dealing with his cum up my
arse, genteelly going off to the bog to get rid of it.  We were so clean
then!
Vacation.
However, it was now time for the long vacation.  He was going in one
direction, I in another.  Unfortunately neither of us had a stately home
with the family away, nor did we have a father living in Venice, so there
was no re-living of a Brideshead Revisited idyll.  We telephoned and wrote a
few letters, and ached to be together again.  I often wanked, two or three
times a day, thinking of him fucking me, and I started to feel my arse,
thinking of where his cock had been.  I licked my finger to stick it into my
arse, and was a bit put off because it was a bit smelly, having just been in
my arse crack.  Those of you who have been through this experience will not
be surprised when I say that I soon stopped being put off by the smell, I
was beginning to enjoy it.  Funnily enough I found myself telling Jeffrey
this on the telephone.  Perhaps it was easier on the phone than in real
life.  Anyway, he responded eagerly.  He said I was his very dirty friend,
and what was I going to come up with next.  He also said he was trying to
get a video of gay porn.
Second year beginning.
At long last, the autumn term began.  We were living out of college now.  We
had thought of finding somewhere together, but had decided to keep some
independence.  I had remembered a teacher of mine telling me, always keep
your own front door!  One thing I haven't told you before is that Jeffrey is
a footballer.  In this he was unique among the small group of poufs and
sympathisers that we were gradually forming at university.  In fact, I was
envied among my peers for having a genuine sportif for chum.  Some, myself
included, did some jogging and other mild exercise, because we thought it
was good for us, but organised sport was incomprehensible to us.  Which
doesn't mean that we didn't watch rugby with the sound turned down on
Saturday afternoons!  So Jeffrey joined up with some other sporty types to
rent a house, and I teamed up with another boy and two girls in a flat.  We
met the first afternoon of that term at his place.  The first thing we did
was shag and after the initial bang was over we had a protracted period of
tlc.  Jeffrey licked the cum of my belly, which he had never done before,
and kissed me with it.  He slowly withdrew his cock and we just lay there,
kissing and nibbling each other.  He hadn't told me if he had managed to get
a video or not, so I was very excited when he said, did I want to look at
one.  Of course I said yes, and he went over to a suit case and got out a
carrier bag and took out of that a video.  He threw me over the case, and
put the video in his machine.  The case had a lot of pictures of
good-looking young men without many clothes on doing interesting things to
each other.  I said I was just going to the bathroom, and started to get up.
  He said, don't go, I've got a jug here.  I was surprised, intrigued and
slightly embarrassed, as we had never pissed together, but I did manage to
piss, while he was fast-forwarding the video past the boring bits.  He then
came over, picked up the jug which I had finished with, put his cock in and
started to piss.  I was sitting on the very low bed, he brought the jug and
his cock right up to my face.  I didn't know which to look at, his pissing
cock or the video.  I decided on his cock.  He shook it in my face, we lay
down again on the bed, and he licked the dribble or two of his piss off my
face.  This was very exciting!  We then looked at the video, and one boy was
kneeling down behind another one who was taking off a surfing suit.  The boy
kneeling put his face into the arse of the other one, and was presumably
licking his arse hole.  I had never thought of such a thing!  That's dirty,
isn't it, said Jeffery,  I'd like to do that to you.
I'd like to do that to you as well, said I.
Come on, sit on my face, said he.
Yes, but..., I hesitated, thinking of his cum still up my bum.
Don't worry, I'd like it, said he, following on from my unspoken thoughts.
Let's turn the video off, said I, doing so.
Come on, squat on my face, said he.  That sounded so sexy and so dirty.
I did so, and felt his face in my arse, licking at my hole, making
appreciative noises.  I felt his tongue pushing, pushing, trying to get in.
It felt fabulous, different from having his cock up it, but very sexy, and
dirtier, somehow, and very intimate.
Come on! he urged, between licks.  I got the message, although I couldn't
quite believe it, he wanted me to push out whatever was in there.  So I did,
I felt a fart and a liquid sort of sensation.  Jeffrey went wild.  I got up,
and he grabbed me, crushing me to him, pressing his mouth to mine, and we
exchanged KY, mixed with my cum and some shit.  What a sensation!
That's called felching, he said, and licking arses is called rimming.
And so ends my first day back at the beginning of my second year!
Second day.
He came round to my flat the next day, and we were a bit less frantic.  We
managed to undress slowly, he was down to his briefs, I had a shirt and
briefs on.  He made a lunge at my briefs and started licking my package,
trying to get it all into his mouth.  I had been wearing them a couple of
days, I could see and hear him sniffing them.  Nice, he said.  He then went
for my arm pits, under the shirt.  Hmm, a bit boring, he said, not much
smell.
What about yours, said I, going for his left armpit.  Hmm, not much there.
Anyway, it's my turn for you to sit on my face.
I got down and did what he had just done to me, smelling and licking his
briefs.  There was a faint, interesting odour.  Interesting, said I, and
proceeded to pull them down.
Jeffrey got over me, and started to lower his arse.  He sort of teased me,
not putting it right down, starting to straighten up again.  In the end, I
grabbed his arse cheeks and pulled him down on top of me.  It was heaven, a
very rude heaven!  There was a spicy smell, and then a wonderful bitter
taste as I licked and tried to push my tongue up his hole.  Eventually he
turned round we cuddled, and he kissed and licked his own arse stink round
my mouth.  I couldn't believe all this was happening.  He straddled me and
wanked off into my mouth, and we shared that as well.  He wanked me off, and
lay on top of me, rubbing my cum between our bodies.  After a while, he said
he wanted to piss.  After yesterday's experience, I had also bought a jug,
thinking it would save the need to put a dressing gown on to go to the bog.
He did what he did yesterday, coming right up to me, pissing right in front
of my face.  Yet again, I could not believe what I, what we, were doing.  I
put out my tongue and he shot some piss into my mouth and over my face.  I
was a bit worried about my bed and things!  That's nice, said I.
Hmm, said he, again licking the drops of piss from my face, as he had done
yesterday.
We decided to meet at his place the next day, a pattern seems to be
emerging!  We talked about the fact we were disappointed that our underarms
were not very smelly, and how we liked the smell of pissy underwear, so we
decided that we would not use deodorant,  we wouldn't change our underwear,
we would wash as little as possible before our rendezvous.
Third day.
I went for a jog in the morning.  Jeffrey was doing some training in the
afternoon.  He said some of others made various comments about the fact he
didn't shower afterwards.  He told them he was having a proper bath later
on.  I arrived and we explored each other slowly, sniffing, licking,
kissing.  I loved Jeffrey's BO, and he said he loved mine.  We sniffed each
other's briefs, nuzzling up under the balls, turning round so we could sniff
each other's arses through the cotton.  Mouth to mouth, tongue against
tongue, we put a hand under the waist band of each other's briefs, to finger
our arse cracks.  Jeffrey's felt damp and sticky.  I took my hand out and
sniffed my fingers.  Heaven!  Jeffrey sniffed them too, and licked them.  I
put my hand back and started pushing my finger through his hole and up
inside.  It was so damp and sticky it went in easily.  Jeffrey started
making grunts, and said push it in further.  Move it around.  This was the
first time I had fingered him so vigorously, and I was appalled and
fascinated and excited by the fact I could feel his shit up there.
Jeffrey's shit!  I was overcome with love and lust.  I took my finger out,
it was coated with brown, with a mound of shit at the end.  I smelt it and
stuffed it into my mouth, licking it.  We kissed passionately, sharing his
shit.  He said, let me rim you and fuck you.  I took my briefs off, and sat
on his face.  Meanwhile, he got his briefs off while he noisily licked my
arse.  Then he said, sit on my cock.
My arse hole seemed to be getting used to his cock, and with his spit his
cock went in without the help of KY.  I was glad of that, as I didn't find
the taste of KY very sexy.  He said, push! as he shoved his cock in and out,
and I pushed.  There was a shitty smell.  I looked down, and saw his cock
streaked with brown, and bits of my shit in his lovely black pubes.  He
looked as well, and when he saw the mess he gave an almighty grunt, and
pumped out his cum.  I shat it all out over his cock(what a difference from
last term!) and rubbed my cock in it, and came immediately.  My shirt, which
I still had on, looked somewhat soiled, and we looked pretty messy
ourselves.  I cuddled up to him, and we dozed.  I needed to piss, and picked
up the jug.  I went over to Jeffrey and started to piss in the jug.  He
opened his mouth and I pissed a bit in it.  He drank some, and opened his
mouth for more.  There wasn't much more, he held it in his mouth, and when I
got down beside him, we shared it.
We pondered the problem of clearing up.  With any luck the others in the
house might be going out later, and we could get to the bathroom.  That is
what in fact happened, and we cleaned each other up.  It took sometime, but
we were undisturbed.  After we had finished I actually went into the other
bedrooms, searching for dirty underwear.  In a couple of rooms the floor was
the main storage space for both clean and dirty things.  Very sexy.  Over
the coming months, none of the other inhabitants seemed to notice the
occasional disappearance of articles of clothing.  We went back and cleared
up Jeffrey's room, although he didn't want to change the stained sheet on
his bed just at the moment.  We talked over what had happened, and the
direction our sex play had taken.  We were very excited, and didn't want to
go back to vanilla, but obviously neither of our places were satisfactory
for seriously dirty sex.
A problem solved.
Over the next couple of weeks, we were careful not to get ourselves too
dirty in our regular sessions.  Then Jeffrey came back from a sport's
session with a gleam in his eye.  He had found a possible place in his
college's sports pavilion.  Apparently not only were there the communal
facilities for changing and all that palaver, there was also a tiny sort of
individual private suite, shower, bog and room at least the size of a
cupboard.  He didn't think it was ever used, it showed no sign of being on
the cleaning rota and was pretty filthy.  Certainly, he had never seen it
used.  The pavilion itself was mainly used during the day, occasionally in
the evening, but always empty by ten at the latest.  So how could we gain
access?  Simple!  First Jeffrey asked if it would be possible to keep a set
of keys in the porters' lodge.  This would enable keen sportsmen to use the
facilities when it would be inconvenient for the grounds staff to be there.
Amazingly, that was agreed to.  Secondly, having taken the keys one evening
and `forgetting' to return them, he had a duplicate set made.
So, from then on, once a week we cycled off to the pavilion for a night of
filth.  It was slightly risky, but I suppose that added to the excitement in
a funny sort of way.  We didn't risk it more than once a week.  In order to
cope with our shit we bought decorators' plastic dust sheets to lay over the
floor, they were huge, and could be cut up and served for several sessions.
If they were too disgusting, we just rolled them up, and dumped them in a
public waste bin on the way home.  We pissed all over the place, and always
left piss in the bog.  It was always there when we went back the next time.
The place began to smell very sexy.  We kept a blanket and two pillows in
the locker, plus a supply of very cheap boys' white briefs.  Jeffrey had the
idea of putting on a pair, shitting, then taking them off and putting them
on the other way around to coat cock and balls.
We went to London one weekend, and spent what seemed like a small fortune,
buying leather knick knacks, including snap-on cock rings.  I loved my cock
ring.  It was that which inspired me to fuck Jeffrey, which really pleased
us both.  What happened was I was working his hole with two or three
fingers, and eventually some soft, stinky shit appeared.  I put some in my
mouth, and spread some on my cock.  Jeffrey said, let's have some.  I lay on
him to dribble some into his mouth.  Then I sat back, looking at my cock and
balls which were looking really good with the cock ring on, and smeared in
shit.  I looked at Jeffrey's shitty arse hole.  I put the tip of my cock
onto the hole.  Jeffrey shouted, go on!  The tip of my cock felt it was
going to explode, and I pushed it in.  Fantastic.  I pulled it out again.
Yes!  I pushed it in again, this time further.  I was almost weeping with
pleasure nad joy, Jeffrey was urging me to push it right in.  So I did.  I
felt my balls making contact with Jeffrey's arse.  Chewing on his shit, I
fucked him as vigorously as he had ever fucked me.  I came, and fell on him,
and we shared his shit in a deep kiss.

Please also see `Friday Afternoon with Dad' in the `Incest' section.