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 Molester on the Move by Boy Ahoy Mb anal raunch ws scat

   This one is pretty dirty.  Lovely, smelly, boy dirty!  As always, this
is imaginary filth.  Don't fuck the shit out of little boys at rest stops.
Don't molest anything else than your own genitals!

   _______________________

   I was hitch-hiking across the country, using only cash and leaving no
tracks.  My target wasn't beautiful beaches and magnificient architectural
buildings.  I stopped in poor neighbourhoods, camped in parks riddled with
garbage, found white trash dads in seedy bars and overnighted at their
houses if I heard they had little boys.  I had left my cum in dozens of
small boy asses on the way.

   Now I had left a curious eight-year old sleeping off the vodka buzz in
his play tent, which he had put up in the woods behind his house.  He would
probably have a sore ass in the morning, but hopefully not tell anyone
about it.  After all, I had drunk his piss, licked his dirty ass and sucked
his stinky pee-pee (my god, he couldn't have had a bath in a week) until he
had several cute, dry orgasms.  Still, it would be prudent to move on.

   I found a roadside trailer facility, hoping to strike gold - a husky
trailer driver travelling with a son.  They often shared boy butt
willingly. But first I had to clean up after my night in the woods.

   The facilities were old and coin-operated, unmanned, and looked and
stank like it.  There was piss and shit everywhere, used condoms, and walls
covered with pervert graffiti, drawings of cocks, cunts and claims to have
fucked about everything under the sun there.  Most of it was probably true.
There were large glory holes in the walls between the toilet cubicles, too.

   Nobody was in there, and I took off my shorts and put them in my bag,
not wanting to get them wet pooled around my feet.  Naked, I sat down to
take a massive dump, enjoying the smell of eight-year old ass on my dick,
which immediately reacted by rising up.  That horny penis had a mind of its
own.  I didn't bother to push it down in the toilet when I felt my piss
coming on, but just pushed and let my piss shower on the door as I shat a
massive turd in the toilet.

   -You just peed on the floor!

   The squeaky voice almost gave me a heart attack.  I looked around, at
the glory holes in the left and right dividers.  Nothing.  Then I looked
down.  The dividers had quite large gaps at the bottom, and there two blue
eyes peered up at me under a mess of mousy hair.  The boy looked like he
was about four, max five, and had one hand down on the dirty floor to
support him.

   -So I did.  It's fun, you should try it!  I said.  -Where's your dad?

   -He's sleeping in the car.  We drived all night!  But now I'm bored.

   I smiled and sent a silent thank you to the sweet boy-loving god up
there.

   -Come on in, I'll play with you!  Said the spider to the fly, I thought.
The boy crawled through the mess of toilet paper, cum and piss on the
floor, and stood up.  He was wearing only shorts and flip-flops.  The
shorts were wet, and not only from the puddles of trucker piss on the
floor.

   -I see you peed your pants!  I love peed pants, can I have them?

   -Have them?  He looked down as I reached out and pulled them down.  He
stepped out of them unthinkingly as he stared at my bouncing, hard cock
with the pee drops on the end.  Out of the pee-wet undies a nice, damp boy
pee-pee appeared.  It was soft and about two inches long.  I reached out
and lifted the boy up so he stood on my knees.  He grabbed my head to
support himself.

   -I better doggie wash it a little, I said to him.

   I started licking the boy dick and little soft ball sack.  He giggled.

   -Daddy does that too, he said.

   Yes!  I thought.  I turned him and bent him over a little, licking his
not so clean butt hole, very tight against my tongue.

   -Does he put his pee-pee in your butt too?  I asked.

   -No?  he said.

   OK, a virgin.  I reached out and found the "Boy Bottle" in my bag, a
soda bottle with my special cocktail of soda and some choice date rape
drugs.

   -Here, have some soda.

   He drank happily, thirsty after a long night of pissing himself in the
car.  While he did that, I lubed my cock.  The muscle relaxant worked
quickly, so my renewed attack on his bum was rewarded with a slackened
muscle.  There was something hard inside.  There was something hard outside
also, as my finger felt his stiffening pee-pee.

   -Do you have to poop?  I said.

   -Yes...  I couldn't, too hard...  he slurred, already getting woozy.  I
sat him down with his back against my leaking cock, smearing precum in his
messy hair.

   I then pulled his legs up, spreading his crotch so his opening hole was
pointing at the door.

   -Push the poop out!  I said.

   -Nnnngh...

   His hole opened wider and wider.  A thick log of hard, tightly packed
boy poop, easily as wide as my cock, started sliding out.  I masturbated
his hard boy pee-pee, wanting him to associate the feeling of something
sliding through his anus with pleasure.  I felt the log - it was compact.

   I said: -Relax now, don't push.  I then started pushing the two inches
of poop sausage back into the boy, all the way masturbating him.

   -Aaaah!  he moaned.

   -Does it feel good?  I asked.

   -Yes...  Do it more...

   -Now push!

   I started a rhythm of fucking the boy with his own log, letting more and
more come out, then pushing it all in.  It was all so deliciously perverse,
fucking a baby boy with his own poop cock, while his father slept in the
car just outside.  I bent down and stuck my tongue in his mouth, kissing
the kid, letting him taste his own asshole.  My cock and sweaty balls
slithered on his back, wetting his hair with slimy precum, marking him with
my scent and the ass slime of the eight year old I had spent the night
molesting.

   The smell of fresh boy poop spread in the dank atmosphere.  When I
noticed he was breathing more quickly, and his little boy stick was
starting to pulse, I let the log fall all the way out and splat on the
floor, and replaced it with my cock, raping my way into the five year old
fucktoy in one push, rapidly and gently jerking off his little pleasure
stick.

   -Aaaah!  Fuuuuuuck, I breathed out, hunching my hips and jerking my cock
further and further into the recently evacuated shit chute of the
pre-schooler.  -Oo-oo-oo-oow!  he moaned, rythmically complaining about
being invaded by his first thick man-cock.

   I fucked him with quick jerks, timed with the baby masturbation.  To
ease the fuck, I pressed, and pissed a long squirt of man-piss into the
boy, while I shat my last log into the toilet.  Aaaah, fucking babies and
shitting at the same time.  There is nothing like it.

   The pressure in his tummy made the boy squirt hard little squirts of
pee, hitting the door of the toilet and running down to drip onto the hard
log of boy poop on the floor.  I could feel the boy start to jerk his body,
unaccustomed to the stimulation of his outside and inside.

   As I rabbit-jerked the immature baby dick, the boy orgasmed.  -Ah ah ah
ah ah, he squeaked, as his warm, sticky iron hard pee-pee throbbed in my
hand and his rectum tightened rhythmically on my fuckbone.  His whole body,
arms and legs stiffened, his little five year old body trying to push out
cum it hadn't started producing yet.  I had to stay perfectly still to not
blow my load, just enjoying the cum cramps caressing my invading pole.  I
didn't even breathe, in fear of starting the cum explosion.

   His boy cock softened a bit in my hand, and his head fell back on my
chest.  He was really feeling the effect of my drugs now, and mumbled
-Kiss...

   I complied, and French kissed him deeply while I softly caressed his
balls and still hard pee-pee.  It suddenly started pissing as he relaxed
totally, and I directed the little fountain to shower us with his golden
drops.

   Now it was my turn.  I got up, with my cock still deep into the
five-year old boy, turned, closed the toilet lid and asked him to stand on
it and put his hands against the wall.  Now he was at the perfect height
for me to power-fuck him.

   I started slow, then felt my orgasm approach as I slid my grown-up cock
harder and harder into the baby cunt, my hips slapping against his ass
until it turned a rosy shade of red.  The slap-slap sounds were obvious to
anyone nearby that someone were getting fucked, and the high-pitched moans
of the boy were loud.

   -A...  slap - A...  slap - A...  slap...  AaaaAaaAaaAaah...  the boy
squealed.  I slammed my cock one last time and began flushing the baby
tummy with thick man cum, groaning.

   -FUCK yeah you little baby whore cunt!  I growled, ejaculating one long
spurt as my whole body clenched to piss it as far into the kid as I could.
Second long spurt...

   The door to the restroom banged open.

   -Michael?  a man shouted.  -Are you here?

   So THAT was his name.

   -In here, I groaned as my third splooge of cum filled up the little boy.
-Just finishing up in him.

   -WHAT?

   I turned and opened the door, looking at a sleep-ridden man with
desperation in his eyes.  I pulled out as my fourth and fifth spurt
splattered onto Michael's back.

   -I opened him up for you.  You should get rid of that morning wood, I
said and nodded at the tent in his pants.

   -But...  but...

   -He told me all about you licking his pee-pee.  Can't understand why you
haven't porked him yet.  Wait a little...

   I pressed out the last of my piss over the little kid, wetting his hair
and back.  It's always proper hygiene to clear out the fuckstick when it's
been up someone's shithole, as was very evident on my brown and
white-streaked cock.  I shook the last piss drops onto the kid and backed
out of the stall, past a man who now only had eyes for his little son's
open, well fucked hole.

   -He put my poo in and out my butt, the boy slurred.  -I want you to put
your poo in and out my butt, daddy.

   I went out and had a smoke as I heard the slapping fuck-sounds start,
thinking that now I had my ride out of the place.  And a fun ride it would
be too!

   _____________________

   The end

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