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 It's Better to Be Pissed Off than Pissed On - Part 2 (M/b, pedo, oral,
anal, ws, scat) by Coproman

   On the day of my rendezvous with Jalen, I woke up agitated and in a
sweat.  At first I thought I had only dreamed my last conversation with
him. But the more awake I got, the more I realized that we really HAD
spoken and that he would be here today for me to piss on him.

   The prospect excited me all over again, and as I took my morning leak,
my cock began to swell as I imagined Jalen's head protruding from the
bottom of the toilet bowl and his face getting thoroughly doused with my
pee.  I got so horny thinking about this that when I was done, I started
jacking off, but I stopped myself when I felt my orgasm approaching.  I
needed to finish preparing for Jalen's arrival.

   As much as I wanted to take the edge off with a couple of swigs of
vodka, I knew that was a bad idea.  I needed to prepare for our encounter
the same way I now routinely prepared for my piss sessions with his mom
(well, at least the PLANNED ones): by not consuming a drop of alcohol. 
That way my experience with him would be as branded in my brain as my
experiences with her.

   But I didn't think I could go through with it cold sober.  At the very
least I needed to have a buzz on to quash my lingering guilt about playing
with my girlfriend's son behind her back, but I didn't want to be so drunk
that I couldn't remember what we did.  So I settled on drinking beer.  Not
only would it give me a nice buzz without letting me go overboard, it had
the added advantage of producing a LOT of urine.  So I bought a couple of
six-packs of Budweiser and started chugging the suds about 45 minutes
before Jalen was due to arrive.  By the time he got here I'd be more than
ready to indulge him.

   My timing couldn't have been better.  I was just polishing off six-pack
#1 when the intercom rang.  I asked who it was and a familiar high-pitched
voice replied, "It's me.  Jalen." I pressed the buzzer to unlock the
downstairs door and waited for him to make his way upstairs.  Either the
elevator was right there or he ran up the stairs two at a time because less
than two minutes later, my doorbell was ringing.  Just then a voice in my
head, barely audible over the alcoholic din, said to me, "It's not too late
to stop this.  Just don't open the door." But it WAS too late; my libido
had already made up my mind for me.

   "Hi, Ron."

   "Hi, Jalen," I said, greeting the boy with a smile.  "Come on in."

   Wearing Old Navy cargo pants, Converse All-Stars, a North Face jacket, a
Yankees baseball cap, and carrying a JanSport backpack, Jalen looked like a
typical middle-class designer-clothes-hawking New York schoolboy.  I was
eager to see what the fifth-grader looked like underneath all that gear,
but other things needed to be addressed first, specifically ONE other
thing, so right after he took off his backpack, I hit him with it:

   "Listen, before we get started, I'm dying to see the video."

   "Oh...that," he mumbled, looking away from me and fidgeting as if it
were the last thing on earth he wanted to discuss.  It took him a while to
finally make eye contact with me again.  "Ron, if I tell you something, you
promise not to get mad?"

   "That depends on what it is."

   Looking very sheepish, he hesitated then said, "There IS no video."

   "What do you mean?  I thought you said--"

   "I know, and there WOULD'VE been one if I'd had time to get back to my
room and get my cell phone.  But I was afraid if I did, I'd miss something.
And I didn't wanna miss anything." Then, giving me one of the most precious
puppy-dog pouts I'd ever seen, he said, "PLEASE, PLEASE don't get mad at me
for making it up!"

   I just stood there looking at Jalen and feeling a weird mixture of
emotions, including anger that he'd lied to me, foolish that I'd believed
him, and relief that there was no video.  Mostly, though, I was
impressed--REALLY impressed--by the boy's moxie in fabricating such a
clever story to get what he wanted.  Very resourceful for a ten-year-old.
So I ended up smiling a "you-got-me" smile and nodding in appreciation of
his somewhat dubious talents.

   Jalen smiled back hopefully and raised an expectant eyebrow.  "So does
this mean you're not mad at me?"

   "Yeah, I guess."

   "And you forgive me for lying to you?"

   "Yeah, I guess."

   "Whew!  Good," he said, sighing in relief as he took off his jacket and
sat down.  "'Cause I knew you were gonna ask to see it, and I wasn't sure
how you'd take it when I told you the truth."

   That's assuming you ARE telling the truth, you little fucker!  I said to
myself.  But I trusted that he was finally giving me the straight dope and
simply said, "That's okay.  The imaginary video WE make is going to be a
lot better than that one anyway." Translation: I'm going to get you back
BIG time for pulling the wool over my eyes!

   I wasn't sure how Jalen felt at his age about undressing in front of me
or my undressing in front of him, so to avoid any awkwardness I told him
that I was going ahead to the bathroom and that once he'd stripped, he
should join me there.

   "But don't take too long," I added, "'cause I drank a lot of beer before
you got here, and it's doing a number on my bladder."

   "Okay," said Jalen.  "I'll be there in a minute."

   I walked down the hall to the bathroom, where I took off my clothes and
sat on the edge of the bathtub, facing the partially closed door.  About a
minute later I heard footsteps, so I stood up.  Jalen tapped on the door.
When I told him to come on in, he tentatively pushed it open.

   There stood the ten-year-old boy as naked as the day he was born. 
Though I didn't mean to, I couldn't help staring at his slim, hairless
light-brown body.  The sight of his soft inch-and-a-half-long penis and the
tight apricot-sized nut sac hanging below was more fascinating than
arousing, since I wasn't into pedo or males, but the idea of what we were
about to do was turning me on, so I had to fight my thoughts to keep my
dick soft enough to do it easily.

   Meanwhile Jalen was doing some staring of his own.  In fact, I don't
think he even noticed how hard I was staring at him since, with his eyes
bugged out, he was openly gazing at my genitals, a semisoft five-inch cock
and a tangerine-sized pouch of balls set in a nest of curly black pubic
hair.  I wanted to ask him what he thought, but being that he was as
exposed as he could be, I didn't want to embarrass him.  So instead of
referring to either of our cocks, I opted for putting my hand up and
saying, "High five!" When Jalen slapped it, we both laughed, and the ice
between us was broken.

   Remembering what his mother had asked me before our first piss session,
I asked Jalen how he wanted it.

   "...ummm...I'm not sure.  I guess I kinda wanna...like...feel it all
over me."

   "So you want a golden shower."

   "Is THAT what it's called?" he giggled nervously, squinching up his
face.

   "Yep.  There's a name for everything perverts do."

   Jalen got this strange look on his face but didn't comment.

   "So you ready for it?"

   "Uh-huh," he said, nodding.

   "Okay, then--one golden shower coming up.  Let's get in the tub."

   As we climbed in, it seemed strange to be standing up instead of lying
down.  I backed up and Jalen sat down in front of me, hugging his knees and
looking up at me with an odd combination of apprehension and trust in his
eyes.  Staring down at him and thinking about what would happen next, I
don't know how I managed not to get a full erection.  It must have been my
urgent need to go combined with that "increases desire, decreases
performance" effect that alcohol can have on the body.  In any case, I
clamped down on my cock with my thumb and forefinger, released my bladder,
and felt the piss rush up to where I was stopping it from coming out.

   "Get ready, champ.  Here it comes."

   Aiming my dick at the boy's face, I released the hold on my shaft, and a
heavy stream of piss shot out of my urethra, hitting Jalen smack in the
face.  Surprised, he instinctively jerked his head back and turned it to
the side.  I was about to ask him if he'd changed his mind when he
surprised me by facing forward again, putting his face right back in the
line of fire, allowing himself to be drenched.

   "Fuck, that's hot!" I said as I watched my pee rain down on the little
boy.  But as hot as it was, I knew something that would make it even
hotter, and before I could stop myself I said, "Open your mouth."

   Jalen obeyed without resistance, and I quickly flooded his mouth with
piss.  I was about to tell him to swallow it, but before I could, he gulped
it down on his own and reopened his mouth for a refill, which I gladly gave
him, and which he also gulped down.  Seeing him do that made my libido
soar, making it harder and harder for me to finish peeing since my dick was
getting harder and harder.  I had to contract my anal sphincter again and
again to force out the rest of my piss in short bursts, each one making
Jalen flinch and giggle as they pelted his chin, neck, and chest.

   By the time I was done, the ten-year-old was dripping from head to toe
in urine.  To this day it's probably the most thorough golden shower I've
ever given anyone.  But Jalen looked contented.

   "So how was it?" I asked.

   "Cool!" he said, blinking rapidly as he wiped the piss out of his eyes.
"Now I know what it's like when my moms pees on you."

   I found it a little odd that he was still so focused on what his mother
and I had done, and I wondered if, while getting it, he had imagined it was
her giving it to him instead of me.  No, it wasn't the strangest thing I'd
ever heard of...but it came close.  I wanted to ask him about it, but if I
was totally off base I figured it might freak him out to know that's what I
thought, so I kept it to myself.

   I only wish I had been more successful at keeping other thoughts to
myself, but my cock--now a proud seven-inch flagpole--betrayed my feelings.
Jalen again stared at it openly, his eyes wide and his face full of
admiration.

   "Wow, Ron!  It's really BIG!"

   I just smiled and nodded, a little embarrassed.

   "...so when you and my moms do it, does she...like...take all THAT in
her...you know...down there?"

   "Uhh...yeah.  Sure.  She's pretty...uhh...deep."

   The conversation was making me uncomfortable and horny at the same time.

   "So can we take a shower now?" asked Jalen.  "I mean, the regular kind,"
he added with a sheepish smile.

   "Sure," I said, grateful that he'd stopped asking me about his mother. I
turned on the water, adjusted the temperature, handed Jalen a bar of soap,
and stepped out of the path of the stream.  I watched him close his eyes
and smile as the warm water washed away my piss.  Soon he began to lather
himself up while humming a tune, almost as if I weren't even there.  But
then he turned away from me and handed me the soap over his shoulder.

   "Ron, will you wash my back, please?"

   "Sure," I said.  After getting my hands nice and soapy, I began to move
them up and down his back, from his shoulders to the top of his ass.

   "It's okay if you wash my butt too," said Jalen.

   Responding with a nervous chuckle, I moved my hands down further and
began to soap up the boy's prominent little behind.  I thought about
spreading his cheeks and giving his anus a thorough cleansing with a soapy
finger as well, but I was afraid a move that blatantly sexual might scare
him off.  So I settled for cupping his slippery globes in the palms of my
hands and giving them a gentle squeeze.

   "There," I announced.  "All done."

   But Jalen wasn't, as he backed up against me, trapping my erection
between his back and my stomach.

   "Oooooo!  It's so HOT!" he remarked in a sultry voice.

   Again I chuckled nervously.  "You better watch out doing stuff like
that, champ.  I tend to get pretty horny after a piss session."

   "Then I guess we need to rinse off and get outta here, huh?"

   "...yeah, I guess," I agreed, somewhat disappointed.

   So we did, even though I myself hadn't taken much of a shower, and after
we toweled off, I expected Jalen to put his clothes back on and go home,
leaving me sexually frustrated but with memories of a terrific experience
to jack off to.  But as he finished drying his hair, I glanced at the boy's
penis and noticed that it had stiffened up, sticking out at least three
inches.  He tossed the damp towel to me and smiled.

   "Ron, I'm kinda tired now," he said.  "I think I need a nap before I go
home.  Do you mind if stretch out on your bed for a little while?"

   "Uhh...no," I responded uncertainly.  "Not at all."

   With that Jalen pranced out of the bathroom, and I followed him down the
hall, admiring the undulations of his cute bare ass as well as the small
wet footprint he left on the carpet.  Once in my bedroom, he casually
pulled back the covers, climbed into my bed, and lay face-down.

   "'night," he said to me, upon which he turned his head away from me and
pretended to be asleep.

   At first I surveyed Jalen from the doorway.  It's where I should've
stayed, because even if you're not into pedo or males, if you happen to be
horny and high, a naked ten-year-old boy in your bed can mean no good. 
It's also a good idea not to do any more drinking since it will only make
it harder to hold on to whatever inhibitions you have left.  But, of
course, I ignored all the warning signs, as I grabbed another beer from the
mini-fridge by my door, drained it in about ten seconds, let out a long
burp, then sauntered over and stood by the bed.

   Staring down at Jalen's perfect nudity, I asked myself, Is this kid
REALLY inviting me to do what I think he is?  I started thinking crazy
thoughts, surely brought on by the alcohol.  Jalen began to morph into
Jean's alter ego, her male counterpart.  In the low lighting of my bedroom,
it wasn't all that hard to imagine.  Jalen and his mom were around the same
height, and they both had that same warm café-au-lait complexion and that
same bubble butt that poked out so pleasingly.  It wasn't long before I'd
convinced myself that Jalen was in fact the male embodiment of Jean, the
part that would allow me to do to it whatever the female part would not.

   "Here," I said, handing him another pillow.  "Put this under you."

   Glancing up at me, the ten-year-old seemed to know instinctively that I
didn't mean his head, as he took the pillow from me, lifted up, stuck it
under his crotch, and lay back down.  Propped up and on display, his naked
little butt looked even more succulent.  I wanted to get a better look at
it, so I joined him on the bed, getting behind him on my knees, and leaned
over.  Yep, just like his mom's.  I couldn't resist touching it, caressing
the smooth humps and enjoying the heat and the tiny goose bumps that rose
up from them.  Then I gave each cheek a light slap, smiling as Jalen
flinched in surprise and impressed that he didn't complain about being hit
as I watched his ass redden.

   But now I was getting antsy, so I gently grasped the boy's buns, spread
them apart as much as I could, and proceeded to clinically inspect his
anus. Even though I'd decided not to give it the soapy finger earlier, it
still looked pretty clean, but when I lowered my head, pressed my nose
against it, and sniffed, a rich, shitty aroma filled my nostrils.  I told
myself that this was how his mother's asshole would smell if she let me
sniff it either right before or right after she took a dump.  Of course
just looking at and smelling Jalen's anus wasn't enough, and he gasped and
flinched again when I thrust my tongue in it.

   "Mmmmmmm!" he moaned, squirming as I slurped his shitter.  "Oooh, yeah!
Lick it, Ron!  Get your tongue ALL the way in my butt!  It feels SOOO
nice!"

   It was the enthusiastic response I had hoped to get from his mom when
I'd licked her asshole.  Instead she'd just lain there, stiff, silent, and
waiting for me to finish so she could tell me never to do it again.  But
her alter ego LOVED it!  I pressed my face even harder into Jalen's cheeks
and stuck my tongue as far up his preteen ass as I could get it, searching
for shit and inundating my sinuses with his fetid odor.  He helped me out
by lifting his butt and mashing it into my face, almost hermetically
sealing them together, much to my delight.

   After a couple of minutes, I reluctantly came up for air, staring at
Jalen's asshole as I panted and thoroughly enjoying the sight of it winking
at me and drooling spit.  Then, out of the blue, he farted, a fine spray of
saliva exiting with his smelly gas, and half a second later my face and his
ass were again sealed together, my nose again buried in his anus as I tried
to fill my lungs with his stink.  I'd never freaked on another male or
anyone this young before, but I still had no concerns about being either
gay or a pedophile because the alcohol-induced fog in my head kept telling
me that this was really Jean in her other form; so as far as I was
concerned, I was just having a good time with my girlfriend.

   Without thinking twice about it, I opened the drawer to my nightstand,
pulled out my jar of Vaseline, and began to grease up my cock, never once
taking my eyes off Jalen's ass.  The boy turned around long enough to look
at the jar, at my dick, and at me.  I tried to gauge from his expression
how he felt about what I was about to do to him, but I couldn't read him.
However, when he simply turned back around, buried his face in my pillow,
and stretched his arms out in front of him, I had my answer.

   Some people have asses that are made be fucked.  Nature has graced them
with gently-puckered anuses that expand easily to let out a thick turd or
let in a thick cock.  Having examined Jalen's anus, I knew he was one of
those lucky few, which was why all I did to prepare him was dip my middle
finger in the Vaseline and carefully guide it into his rectum.  Though I
heard him grunt and felt some tension as my fingertip breached his back
door, it took the ten-year-old only a few seconds to relax and allow my
finger to fully penetrate him.  After wiggling it around a bit, I withdrew
it.  It slid out easily.

   "Listen, champ, this might hurt a little at first," I explained, again
caressing his smooth butt, "so push out like you're taking a shit, okay?"

   "Uh-huh."

   I proceeded to mount him, using one hand to hold my shaft and the other
to spread his cheeks.  The disproportion between the big blunt knob of my
cock and Jalen's tiny asshole was enormous, and for a second I feared
injuring the boy and forever ruining his shitter as well as his desire to
be ass-fucked.  But the booze told me to trust my instincts, so I forged
ahead.

   "Oooh!  Oooh!" Jalen cried out as my dickhead pressed against his
pucker. But it took less than two seconds for the boy's sphincter to
swallow my glans and less than thirty for it to gobble up the rest of my
pole.  And while Jalen's body was tense and his breathing ragged--as
anyone's would be with seven inches of dick buried in his/her virgin
butt--it took almost no time for his rectum to adjust to the invader.

   "You okay, champ?"

   "Uh-huh," he rasped, and I knew he was telling the truth because I could
feel the tension in his muscles slowly ebbing away.

   "Well, I'm going to wait a little while longer before I start, okay?"

   "Uh-huh."

   As I lay on top of the ten-year-old, I was so afraid of coming
prematurely that I had to force myself to think of anything else except
what I was doing and who I was doing it to.  It wasn't easy.  Jalen's ass
was nice and warm and his sphincter had a delicious stranglehold on my
shaft.  I couldn't remember the last time my dick had been planted in such
a tight, hot booty.  So the wait time was just as much for me as it was for
Jalen.  After a few minutes, my libido had calmed down enough and Jalen's
asshole had opened up enough for us to proceed.

   Normally breaking in a virgin asshole without causing the virgin too
much pain is a slow inch-by-inch operation requiring a lot of time and
patience.  Since I was tipsy and I knew that Jalen had to get back home
soon, my time and my patience were both in short supply.  But, as I said,
Jalen had an ass that was made to be fucked, so all it took was a few
moderately paced trips up and down his shit chute before I was riding his
little ass like Bronco Billy.  This was the ass-fuck I should have gotten
from Jean months ago, so I was making up for lost time by barreling down
her son's hershey highway at about 90 miles per hour, ravaging his rectum,
stirring his turds, and making him coo like a fucking pigeon.  To this day
it was some of the best anal sex I ever had.

   At the rate I was going, though, I knew it was impossible to last very
long, especially with Jalen now adding to the mix by jutting his little
hiney up to meet my every downstroke.  This kid was a cock slut of the
first order, and I began to wonder if mine was really the first adult dick
to find its way in his back door.  But my libido was telling me that now
was not the time for speculation.

   "Nngh!  Fuck!  I'm coming!" I roared, clamping Jalen's wrists to the
mattress and thrusting my hips forward to drive my tool as far up inside
him as it would go.  "Take it right up your fucking ass, you little bitch!"

   As Jalen backed his butt into me one last time, completely impaling
himself, I unloaded a shitload of semen deep in his asshole, flooding his
ten-year-old bowels with enough baby-makers to knock up a fucking horse,
breeding his bitch ass to the max.  I was just about done when I heard the
boy moan and felt him shiver, his anal sphincter clutching repeatedly at my
cock for several seconds before relaxing again.  I was pretty sure he had
just come, and it couldn't have happened at a better time, as his spasming
asshole helped to milk the last of about 300 million sperm cells out of my
overloaded balls.

   It took a few minutes for my horniness to recede and the alcoholic fog
in my brain to lift enough to make me fully realize what I had just done: I
had fucked my girlfriend's ten-year-old son up the ass and planted my seed
in his bowels!  What the fuck was I thinking?!  But the fact was that I
WASN'T thinking...at least not with the head I should've been.  I was about
to apologize and pull out of him.  But before I could move, Jalen's shitter
gently closed around my shrinking schlong again, as if he'd sensed what I
was about to do and was urging me stay put.  I settled down again to see if
I was right.

   "Hey, champ, you okay?"

   With his face still pressed in the pillow, all I heard was "Mmmm," but
it was accompanied by a nod.

   "I hope I didn't hurt you too much at the end when I went a little
crazy."

   This time Jalen turned his head to the side, his eyes barely open.  To
my surprise, his face looked very relaxed, as if he'd just awakened from
that nap he'd pretended to take when he first lay down.  "No, it was okay,
but..."

   "But what?"

   "...well, at the end, I started feeling real funny.  I was tingling all
over and felt hot and cold at the same time, kinda like I feel when
I'm...uhh...when I'm..."

   "Playing with yourself?"

   "...uh-huh.  Only this time it was a lot more...like..."

   "Intense?"

   "...uh-huh.  So why was it so different this time?"

   I wanted to tell him it was because he was a closet cock hound whose
asshole was hungry for dick; instead I patiently explained how the presence
of my penis in his rectum had probably stimulated his prostate gland, thus
heightening his orgasm.

   "So you mean it, like, caused more endorphins to flow into the pleasure
center of my brain, huh?"

   "...yeah, exactly," I said, smiling at the kid's intelligence; then I
reminded myself of whose kid this was and realized I shouldn't have been
surprised at all.

   Though I could feel my dick softening up inside Jalen's anus, I was so
comfortable on top of him that I didn't want to pull out or get up.  But
sooner or later I would have to because I was again feeling the urge to go,
and I was pretty sure Jalen wasn't going to carry me to the bathroom and
sit me on the toilet.  Before making a move, though, I took a moment to
just gaze at the ten-year-old, whose half-open eyes seemed to be glazed
over.  It was while I was staring at him that it occurred to me that there
was no need for me to get up at all.

   "So, champ, you sure you're okay?"

   "Uh-huh," he quietly responded.

   "Good.  'Cause I'm not done yet." I felt his body instantly tense up,
his sphincter almost squeezing my shrinking cock out of his anus, so I
quickly added, "Don't worry.  I'm giving your asshole and my dick a rest.
But I drank a lot of beer and I have to go again...and I don't feel like
getting up."

   It took a couple of seconds for what I said to register in the boy's
ten-year-old brain.  When it did, his eyes popped wide open and he lifted
his head and turned around far enough to look me straight in the eye.  "So
you're gonna PEE in my BUTT?"

   "That's the plan."

   There was a twinkle in Jalen's eye, and I caught him smiling right
before he turned away again and pressed his face back into the pillow.  It
was hard to believe that this ten-year-old kid was actually excited by the
prospect of a guy taking a leak up his ass.  But just knowing that he was
so receptive was going to make it harder to go because I could already feel
my dick stiffening up again.

   "Okay.  Get ready for it."

   Taking a nice deep breath, I relaxed as much as possible, pushed my
semi-hard cock a little farther inside him, and waited.  It took several
seconds for me to start peeing, and I felt Jalen flinch when the hot stream
hit his intestines.  A few rectal spasms followed, which made my cock
re-harden even faster.  But by then my flow had increased so much that even
my impending erection couldn't stop it, and Jalen began to moan and squirm
as my piss gushed into his guts.

   "Yeah, take it, toilet boy!  Take that piss right up your fucking ass!"

   "Mmmmmmmm!" Jalen hummed, his face again pressed tightly in the pillow.
At one point, though, he turned his head to the side again and I could see
him grimacing--baring his teeth while squeezing his eyes shut tight--and
realized that it was not an "Mmmmmmmm!" but an "Nnnnnnnn!" coming out of
him as he reacted to the unique sensation of having his insides filled with
hot piss.  I blamed his mother for whatever discomfort he was experiencing.
If she had just given up the booty a few times, I wouldn't have had to get
it from her son.  But then a sober thought found its way through and I had
to admit that, given the circumstances of Jalen's visit, even if his mom
had given me all the anal sex I wanted, he'd still be here, lying under me,
taking my piss up his ass.

   It took a while for me to empty my bladder in Jalen's butt because as my
stream began to dry up, my cock began to swell up, so once again I had to
strain to force out those last squirts of piss.  When I was finally done,
though, I had no fears of all that pee rushing out of Jalen and wetting up
my sheets since I was fully erect again and plugging him up pretty good
back there.

   "So how do you like my piss in your ass, champ?"

   "It feels funny," Jalen said hoarsely.

   "Does it hurt?"

   "No, not exactly.  It's just cramping," he explained.  "Kinda like when
I have a tummy ache."

   "Well, it's going to feel a whole lot better when you let it out," and
before I could shut the door on the most perverse part of my brain, I
added, "and I want you to let it out right in my mouth."

   Once again Jalen turned his head around far enough to make eye contact
with me.  "So now you're gonna DRINK the pee outta my BUTT?"

   "That's the plan."

   Again I saw that twinkle in his eye and that devilish smile on his face,
but this time we held eye contact long enough for me to smile back at him
and wink before he turned away again.

   Even as I explained to the ten-year-old how we were going to do this, I
wondered where the nasty idea had come from.  It wasn't like asking him to
pee in my mouth.  I knew I would wind up swallowing not only my own piss
but also my own come and probably some of Jalen's shit as well.  But none
of that mattered.  Just like I'd wanted everything that came out of Jean's
pussy, I now wanted everything that came out of Jalen's asshole.

   Not that I was eager to pull out of the boy.  Now that I had a full
hard-on again, a part of me wanted to see what it was like to fuck a tight,
piss-filled asshole.  But I knew that the pressure would probably cause
Jalen's stomach to gripe even more, and I wasn't looking to cause him any
additional discomfort.  So, grasping the boy's waist, I slowly lifted up,
enjoying the feeling of my shaft sliding along the slick walls of his anal
canal.  When only the head remained inside him, I stopped.

   "Listen, champ.  As soon as I pull the rest out, you need to close up
your butthole as fast as you can, so you don't leak all over my sheets,
okay?"

   "Uh-huh," he said, nodding.

   Slowly I continued to lift up until my glans popped out of Jalen's ass
ring.  Right away he drew in his sphincter, successfully retaining
everything I'd hosed into him.

   "Good boy," I said.  "Now just keep holding it in until I lie down; then
squat over my face.  Got it?"

   "Uh-huh."

   I stretched out on my back and Jalen lithely maneuvered himself on top
of me, putting his cute little bubble butt right in my face.  After
fine-tuning our positions, I told him I was ready and, focusing on his
anus, opened my mouth as wide as I could.

   Well, my friends, all I can tell you is that I had no idea I'd turned
Jalen's asshole into THAT much of a urinal.  After all, I had practically
just finished giving him a golden shower.  But that extra brew I drank in
the doorway must've gone right through me because it seemed like a fucking
gallon of piss was draining out of the boy's guts, and I found myself
gulping down mouthful after mouthful urine laced with slimy strands of
sperm.

   "You were right, Ron," said the ten-year-old.  "It DOES feel good to let
it out."

   I honked out an acknowledgment of his acknowledgment while wondering
just how much more he had to let out.  I got my answer three mouthfuls
later, when the flow from his ass slowed to a trickle and he flexed his
sphincter to force out the final few squirts.  A long, smelly fart
followed, accompanied by a froth of tiny brown bubbles, which also spilled
into my mouth and which I also swallowed.

   At that point Jalen's poop chute was kissing at me but nothing else was
coming out of it, so I thought he was done.  At the most, I figured, there
might be a few little leftovers, so I kept my mouth open a while longer
anyway.  It's a good thing I did because I wasn't expecting what happened
next, as Jalen grunted, his anus pooched open again, and a sloppy, smelly
rope of shit sluiced out, dropping straight in my mouth!

   "Oh, crap!  I'm sorry!" the boy said in a panic, realizing what he'd
done and hurriedly drawing in his sphincter, lifting up and looking between
his legs at me.  Seeing the pile of shit in my mouth, he tried to move
away. But I grunted out a "no" and held on to his legs, keeping him right
where he was.  Then, taking a deep breath, I locked my gaze on his upset
face...and swallowed.

   "Ewwwwwwww!" said the ten-year-old, wincing but never taking his eyes
off me.  "I don't believe you ATE my shit!"

   Apparently my stomach didn't believe it either because it tried to send
it right back up my throat.  But the alcohol and the pervert in me refused
to let that happen.  I reasoned if you offered to let someone empty his
bowels in your mouth, you shouldn't be picky about which parts you
swallowed.  I was determined to make that the case with Jalen.  So even
though I heaved and my stomach lurched, the piss, sperm, and shit stayed
right where they were.  And when the wave of nausea passed, the very first
word out of my mouth confirmed my conviction:

   "Finish," I mumbled.

   "Huh?" asked Jalen.

   "Finish going.  In my mouth."

   "You sure?"

   "Yeah."

   So we got back in position, Jalen bore down again, and another long wet
turd plopped into my toilet mouth.  This time Jalen stared at me between
his legs the whole time, and when I swallowed he again winced, almost as if
he himself were gulping down a load of shit.  I'm not sure why his disgust
turned me on so much but it definitely did, actually calming my stomach and
stimulating my gonads to the point that I no longer worried about holding
it down.

   It took one more mouthful of sloppy shit from Jalen for him to fully
expel the piss-and-sperm enema I had inadvertently given him.  After I
swallowed it, I lifted my head, sealed my lips over his asshole, and snaked
my tongue in his rectum to suck out the remnants.  When I was done, I lay
back down and just gazed at the ten-year-old's anus, incredulous that I'd
actually eaten what had dropped out of it and concerned about how the boy
attached to it would respond to its virgin adventure into scat sex.  I got
my first clue when Jalen turned around and, still frowning, stared at me as
if he were trying to see inside my head.  It took him at least a minute to
finally speak.

   "Ron, what you did...it was REALLY gross." Then he gave me a big sly
smile.  "But it was REALLY cool too!"

   After that, just like his mother, he wanted to talk about it--why I did
it, if I'd ever done it before, how it tasted--the whole nine yards.  But
by then I was sporting another boner and wasn't in the mood for any
discussion.  So I made a deal with him:

   "I promise to answer all your questions, champ, but first I need to do
something about THAT," I said, pointing.

   When Jalen turned around to see what I was pointing at, he gasped then
giggled.  "Wow!  It got big again fast!" Turning back to me, he asked, "Did
eating my shit do that?"

   "Yeah, I think so."

   "Cool!" Then, without another word, Jalen surprised the hell out of me
by scootching down until he was between my legs and slipping my shitty,
spermy, pissy cock right in his mouth.

   "Fuck!" I yelled, flinching and grabbing the back of the boy's head as
his warm, wet lips slid down my shaft.  "Yeah, suck it, Jalen!  Suck my
dick!"

   Though Jalen was clutching the base of my pole, there was still a lot
left over for him to negotiate, and I was impressed that he was able to
stuff every inch of it into his mouth.  As I cradled the boy's head, up and
down it went, my glans repeatedly lodging in his throat but never
triggering his gag reflex.  It was as if he'd sucked an adult dick a
hundred times before, and I wondered again if this was really his first
time having sex with a man.

   But as I'd told myself before, now was not the time for speculating, not
when a ten-year-old kid was trying his best to wrest another orgasm out of
me with his amazing mouth.  Now was the time to lie back and just enjoy the
incredible feeling of the boy's oral cunt on my cock--the clasping lips,
the spit-filled jaws, the velvety pharynx--as he sucked the shit out of me.

   Because it was my second go-round, I lasted longer than I did in Jalen's
ass, but not by much.  He was doing such a number on me that before I knew
it, my orgasm was on top of me like white on rice.  Taking a firm hold on
Jalen's head, I lifted my hips off the bed and, trembling, forced into his
mouth every inch of my dick that he wasn't holding on to.

   "Fuck!  I'm coming!  Swallow it, you little bitch!  Swallow it ALL!"

   "Gluuurrgg!" was the ten-year-old's only response as my dick, throbbing
against the walls of his esophagus, pumped a fresh load of spunk straight
down his throat.  Being that I'd already shot a big load up his ass, I
figured this one would be smaller.  But when Jalen moaned, his throat
vibrated on my pole, and sperm spurted out of his nostrils, I had to guess
again.  It took at least a couple of minutes for me to empty my balls in
the boy's mouth, upon which I relaxed my grip on his head, allowing him to
lift it enough to dislodge my cock from his throat.  He snorted the leaking
sperm back up into his sinuses and took a deep breath.

   "Damn, boy!" I said, my heart still thumping away as I lowered my hips
back to the bed.  "That's the best blowjob I've had in years!"

   Jalen, his eyes red and watery and his nostrils again oozing come,
smiled at me and asked, "Better than the ones my moms gives you?"

   Surprised that he was again comparing himself to his mother, I smiled
back.  "Yep.  MUCH better.  How the hell'd you managed to take all that
dick down your throat without gagging, anyway?"

   "I don't know," he said, shrugging.  "Since I was holding on to the
bottom, it was kinda easy...I mean, easier than it would've been if I had
to take the whole thing."

   "Yeah, I guess so," I said, but I suspected that wasn't really the case.
I had a feeling that his mouth had the same unique born-to-be-fucked
properties that his asshole possessed, meaning even if he hadn't been
holding on to me, I'd still have been able to jam the full length of my
cock down his throat without making him gag.  I intended to test that
theory the next time we got together...assuming, of course, there WAS a
next time.  Though I was pretty sure I had not misinterpreted that twinkle
in Jalen's eye, it didn't necessarily mean he was looking for a repeat
performance.  But when he sat cross-legged beside me and I looked up at
him, his expression told me that I was worrying for nothing.  "Now," said
Jalen, his evil smile returning as he stared down at me, "tell me about the
shit-eating thing, 'cause I gotta go home soon."

   I nodded and told him everything he wanted to know, starting with the
fact that he was the only person whose shit I'd ever eaten and ending by
trying to explain, as best I could, why toilet sex with him and his mother
was such a tremendous turn-on for me.  As I spoke, a tiny frown creased the
boy's face every now and then, but he seemed to understand what I was
trying to say about the nature of the perverted mind (probably because he
was able to identify with it).

   When I was done, Jalen was silent but kept staring at me, as if he were
trying to absorb the weight of everything I'd laid on him.  But soon he
blinked and asked, "So...you think you might wanna...like...do it again
sometime, or was that it for you?"

   I pursed my lips, pretending to be thinking about my answer, but really
it was because I was amazed that he was asking me the very question I was
planning to ask him about our crazy encounter.

   "Well, champ, to tell the truth, I WOULD like to do it again," I
admitted.  "But next time, instead of pissing up your ass then getting
whatever's left in your bowels, I'd like to try taking it straight up."

   Jalen's nose wrinkled.  "You mean, the next time I have to take a dump,
you want me to come over here and do it in your MOUTH?"

   "That's the plan."

   "Wow," the boy said in almost a whisper; then his brow furrowed.  "But
what if it's...like...a lot?  'Cause, you know, sometimes the ones I make
are kinda big," and he held his hands about 18 inches apart.  "Can you eat
that much?"

   "I can try," I said, my heart thumping and my dick stiffening as I
pictured myself trying to swallow a foot-and-a-half-long turd as it pushed
out of the ten-year-old's shithole.

   "Wow," Jalen said again.  "It would be REALLY cool to see you do that,"
and the smile and the twinkle were both back.

   "So can I assume that means you're planning to pay me another visit?"

   "Duuhh!" he said, looking at me as though I'd asked him if he knew how
much two and two was.  "It's not like we can do it at MY house."

   Then, as Jalen was getting dressed, I felt compelled to remind him that
he couldn't discuss with anybody what we'd done, not even his best friend
or his brother.

   "Duuhh!  AGAIN, Ron," he replied, giving me another stupid-math-question
look.  "It's not like we can do ANYthing if you're in jail."

   I should have known he was smart enough to understand the legal
consequences of our actions; but I also knew how much little boys like to
brag about their sexual exploits, so I wondered if Jalen could truly be
trusted to keep his mouth shut about these milestones in his young life. 
Only when his cell phone rang did I get a pretty good idea of the answer to
my question:

   "Yeah, Ma, I'm on my way home now.  No, it just took a little longer
than we thought.  You know how those science projects go," said Jalen,
smiling and winking at me.  "No, I didn't blow up the lab.  I tried, but
there wasn't enough nitroglycerin in the formula.  Okay.  I know.  A loaf
of bread and a container of milk.  Okay.  Talk to you later."

   Cool, calm, collected.  Not the slightest indication in his voice that
he was anyplace other than school or that he'd just finished having kinky
sex with her boyfriend.

   "Hey, champ, just to let you know--you might be a little sore back there
for a couple of days, so try to walk as normally as you can so your mom
won't get suspicious."

   "Thanks for telling me," Jalen said, giving me another sheepish smile.
"And let me know when it's okay to come back...or if I feel like I have to
take a dump after school, I'll call you and see if you're available, okay?"

   I nodded, and with a wave of his hand the ten-year-old was out the door,
leaving me to contemplate everything that had taken place from the time I'd
let him in.  I was sure that when he got home, Jean would detect something
different about him the moment he walked in the door, and she would know
instantly what he'd done and who he'd done it with.  But there were no
frantic phone calls from her--I mean, other than the usual "Hide and Go
Pee" calls; and whenever I got one of those, I made it may business to
enter the bathroom AFTER Jean, so I could make sure to leave the door open
for Jalen's convenience.

   All went well with both mother and son over the next few weeks
(including my getting to slurp down a HUGE bowel movement that Jalen
dropped in my mouth after school one day!), and because I was having sex
with the two of them so frequently--often an afternoon with Jalen followed
by an evening with Jean--I found myself drinking more beer but less hard
liquor, which I figured was a good start.

   Then something so totally unexpected happened that it could easily have
caused me to go on a month-long binge if something even MORE unexpected
hadn't resulted from it.  In fact, the whole turn of events was so
staggering that it forced me to reevaluate every situation in my life that
I'd convinced myself could never change, including the notion that I needed
to drink every day to maintain my sanity.  No, it wasn't an epiphany
delivered by the Angel of Sobriety.  But it was just as profound, as it
caused me to alter my way of thinking, which would ultimately lead me away
from the bottle but toward something potentially even more destructive.


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