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Mike Jones was awakened to the sound of his oldest son, Randy's loud voice. He raised his head to see the boy pushing into his bedroom. The eleven year old mop-headed brunette walked up to the bed and stared at his father who was lying on his side Behind him padded his younger brother Mark. Mark was blonde and two years younger. Both boys had stern expressions on their pretty little faces. "W-what is it, son?" Mike asked. He blinked sleepily. He smiled uncertainly as his two boys. When he got a good look at Randy's face in the dim light his heart sank. "You've been very bad, Daddy," Randy said, "Yesterday the sandwich you made for me had Baloney in it." "What's wrong with that, son? Baloney is good for you and I want you boys to be strong... Whap! Randy slapped his father across the face with his little hand, "I hate baloney!" He cried. "Me, too," Mark piped up, "It's yucky!" Mike scrambled back, rolling onto his back. He rubbed his face and stared wildly at his oldest. Fear lit his eyes. Not only that, but the bread was all wrong, and you didn't cut the crusts. You know I hate crusts. Randy said. He looked angrily at his dad. He brushed his blonde bangs out of his eyes , enjoying watching his father flinch when he did. "I-I'm sorry, son. I was in a hurry yesterday and I didn't have the chance to do it right. You boys were in such a hurry to get to school." "So?! I told you how I want it, and you can't even do that right. You're a fuck-up, Dad." Randy said, arrogantly. "I-I'm sorry, Randy. I'll do it right this morning." "Damn right you will." Randy grabbed the edge of the covers and ripped them back, exposing his father's body. Mike was nude under the blankets, as he always was. Randy looked down at his father's exposed crotch. "You need to shave again. You've got a lot of stubble. I told you about that." Mike looked down at his shaved crotch. He knew Randy was right. He hadn't shaved his pubes in two days. He hung his head. "Get up, fuck-face and get me your belt. You are going to have to be punished." "Yes, Sir." Mike muttered. His face was red as he got up and went to his closet. Sighing he selected one of his belts from the closet door. "Not that one, the old thin one. You know which one, asshole!" Randy barked. "Yes, Sir," Mike said. He gulped. That was the one that hurt the most. He felt a sickening fear at the pit of his stomach, but his cock was rising to attention. He turned and walked back to the bed, his now stiff cock wagging in front of him. Randy smirked and Mark smiled broadly. Mike stood in front of his son. T He boy's head came up to his belly button. He was so cute,, especially when he was acting all arrogant and brash like this. Randy grabbed his dad's rock hard prick and squeezed it. His hand didn't even reach all the way around the shaft. His little fingers sunk into the meaty flesh. He kept squeezing harder and harder until Mike groaned in pain. He looked up at his dad's face, smiling evilly. "Just be glad I ain't doin' this to your balls, motherfucker," he said as he clamped down even harder on his father's boner. He released Mike's cock, which now throbbed with pain. "Give it to me," Randy demanded, held out his hand. Flushing with shame, mike handed over the belt to his son. "On your knees." Randy ordered. Mark stifled a giggle when he saw his dad drop to his knees at his brother's order. Randy thrust the doubled belt in his father's face. Kiss it." Mike wet his lips nervously. He leaned forward slightly and pressed his lips to the leather, keeping his eyes down. Randy continued to hold the belt to his face. Mike kissed the end of the belt again, and then gave it a lick. "Get over the bed, now!" Randy ordered. Mike turned and leaned into the mattress, presenting his bare ass to the boy. Randy pulled back his arm and the belt whistled through the air. It landed with a loud crack on Mike's up-thrust butt. Mike felt a fiery slash across his butt. He jumped a bit, but didn't make a sound. He gritted his teeth, his ass clenching in pain. Randy laid into his father's exposed ass again and again. Each time the belt hit it left a red line across the man's cheeks. Mike just buried his face in the sheets. Tears leaked from his eyes. It hurt so much! His cock stiffened even harder and his balls churned in their naked sack. He ground his dick into the mattress. After ten lashes of the belt Mike couldn't help but begin moaning and sobbing. He didn't want to. It would only make the boys laugh at him and call him a baby. But, his ass was on fire from the beating. Randy stopped and handed the belt to his brother. "You now, man. Pop him good." "Yeah!" Mark squeaked. He was wearing nothing but his boxers and his tiny two-inch penis stuck up out of his fly like a little finger. He wrapped the belt in his fist and began whacking his father's sore ass as hard as he could. Randy calmly removed his own underwear and went around to the other side of the bed. He crawled up and pushed his hard-on into his father's head. Mike felt the boy rubbing his cock over the top of his head, letting it get tangled in his dark, curly hair. He lifted his tear-streaked face and humbly took his own son's four inches of slim pink meat into his mouth. As Mark whipped his butt raw he sucked Randy's cock. His own prick leaked his pre-cum freely, forming a large slimy spot under him. He humped his cock through the slippery mess, moaning in pain and pleasure. Mark stung his ass, using all his strength to smash his Dad's clenching welted butt. With a muffled shout Mike came! His cock spasmed out hot, wet licks of man-cum. It pooled around his groin, soaking him in sticky white juice. His cock slid through the mess he was creating. He groaned groan loudly as he spurted his cum into the sheets, making Randy's little cock vibrate deliciously. Randy huffed and groaned. His dick jumped on his father's tongue and he jammed it in deep, heaving into a dry little-boy orgasm. Mark dropped the belt and climbed up on his Dad. He slid his tiny meat into the hot red crack on Mike's ass, yelping with joy. In seconds he had humped his little orgasm out in his father's sweaty butt-crease. Randy looked down at his father's flushed face, his cock still stuffed in his big lips. "I hope you learned your lesson, Dad," he said, grinning. Mike looked up and nodded his head. "Yeth Thir," He mumbled through his mouthful of softening boy-meat. "Peanut butter and jelly from now on, and no crusts!" Randy said. "Mmm-hmmm," Mike mouthed his son's penis, wishing he could keep it on his tongue all day. He felt his other son collapse on his back, all sweaty and warm and heavy on him. Randy hopped backward off the bed. He slapped his brother's ass playfully. Let's get goin' man. We got lunch money to collect." "Fuck yeah, I forgot. We got to get goin' so we can catch them third-graders!' Mark laughed. He picked himself off his dad's back and scrambled of the bed. They boys left the room slamming the door behind them. Mike sighed. He loved his boys, but they were turning into such brats! For Donny. Thanks for suggesting the story and for other inspiration. Are you still out there, somewhere? The Buttmunch Number 1 John was reading the morning paper when he heard the special knock at his front door. Two sharp raps followed by one quick one. He put down the paper and hurried to the door. He opened it and looked down to see a boy standing there. The boy had an arrogant look. He didn't smile, his eyes narrowed as he stood with his thumbs hooked through his belt loops. He looked up at John. John wasn't a bad looking guy. He was in his late twenties, with an average, but with a reasonably handsome face, square-jawed with a straight nose and fairly large and pouty lips. A shock of mousy brown hair which swept over a broad forehead. About 5'8' stocky frame. He had played a little football in school and still looked fit. He could have blended into a crowd of other yuppie types, or attracted a nice buxom girl at a church social. But John's tastes ran to the rather more exotic. He was far more attracted, himself, to youths. Boys like this one, now waiting to enter his door. "You wanna let me in?" The kid asked in a sarcastic voice. John's dick gave a lurch in his slacks. "Why of course, Danny. Come right in." He moved aside and let the boy pass by him into the hallway. The boy was young, about 13. He was not thin, but had no fat on him either, His waist was slender and he had a pert little ass that filled out the back of his jeans cutely. His hair was cut close to his head, a buzz-cut. His lips were wide but thin. His nose turned up slightly giving him a pugnacious look. Across his pug-nose and rounded cheeks was a dusting of light freckles under sun-burnt skin. He sauntered down the hallway and into the living room, swaying his hips just enough to make himself look lithe and sensuous. John knew that he did this for his benefit. To tease him. To turn him on so that he would do what ever the boy wanted. He hurried after the punk. Danny flopped himself down in the big chair, John's favorite chair. John knew the boy was doing it on purpose, choosing this chair, taking it away from him. His cock surged up with blood and the head began to leak into his underwear. "W-what can I do for you, Danny?" He asked, standing at the side of the chair. Danny looked up at the man and sneered slightly. "What you always do for me, faggot. Lick my asshole and suck my prick off." The boy began to unfasten his pants. He wasted no time. He slid them off his hairless legs and threw them on the floor. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor. "Get down here and sniff my underwear." John fell to his knees and shuffled around until he was between the boy's pink, hairless limbs. He bent down and began covering the boy's tender thighs with adoring kisses. "Oh, Danny," he murmured, "oh my sweet boy." Danny hooked his arms under his knees and pulled them up. He shoved his cotton-covered bottom into John's face. "Here ya go, faggot," he said. John sniffed at the shit-streaked briefs, inhaling the damp sweaty stink of ripe adolescent asshole coming through the fabric. It had a sweet spiciness and a bit of a fruity scent. He pressed his nose into the cleft and snuggled his nose against it. He reached up and rubbed his hand softly over the bulge in front. He felt the boy's cock respond to his touch. It grew hard and swelled under his stroking palm. He rubbed over the soft little balls too, so full under his hand. Danny said nothing, but his breathing became heavier. He let the man play with him and sniff his crack a bit longer. Then he let go of his legs and pushed John's head back. Without a word he yanked off his underpants and threw them on top of his jeans. His slender prick flipped out. It was a hard little sausage, about four tough inches. The stalk was as pink as the rest of him, the tip rosier and wet with his pre-cum. The kid had a small tuck of inch-long golden curls just at the base of his dick, still sparse and almost invisible. His balls were plump and full in their wrinkled sack, the same color as the rest of him, a warm inviting pink. A few sparse hairs dusted over them as well, but they were even tinier than the ones on his pubes, only a quarter on an inch at the longest. Peach-fuzz, really. Again, the boy hooked his legs up and slumped down in the chair. His bubble butt- cheeks spread wide. John stared at it, drooling. There was a film of grayish brown grime spreading out from the moist rose-colored pucker. Not a single hair marred its moist beauty. Tiny flecks of shit clung in the opened crack. The smell, dirty, cheesy and intoxicating, rose from him warmly. John clutched his now fully hard penis in his pants and licked his lips as he feasted his eyes on the boy's bared asshole. "Like that, don't you?" The boy said, arrogantly. "Yes, Danny. I like it very much." John gushed. "Well then, what are you waiting for? Clean it up!" John unzipped his fly and drug out his pounding cock. Then he leaned in and began to lick at the insides of the boy's hot ass, slurping up the grimy smears and the flecks of shit. He sniffed deeply, filling his lungs with the ripe, rank odor. "Oh, Danny, Danny, so good, so fucking good!" He breathed into the boy's crack as he ran his tongue over the soft, dirty skin. Danny rolled his eyes. "Just shut up and lick, fag." "Yes, Danny." John replied and licked closer to the boy's sweating bung. He loved how arrogant and bossy the boy was being. "Lick my butthole, now." Danny ordered the groveling man. "Oh, yeah!" John gasped. He put his tongue right on the boy's tender, damp ring. John moaned at the taste. Pungent and musky and a bit bitter. The smell of the boy's asshole was incredible. He lapped over it, swiping it with his tongue flattened, wiping it clean of the boy's hot, nasty flavor. That brought a tiny grunt of pleasure from the boy. "C'mon, get your tongue up me! Get it up there and clean out my tasty butt-hole!" John did as he was told. He pointed his tongue stiffly and pushed in. The tiny hole resisted his thrusting tongue-tip at first. John covered the tiny, puckered opening with his lips and kissed at it, working his spit into it. Slowly it loosened enough to let him push about an inch of his wriggling tongue up inside the boy. "That makes me wanna fart," Danny said. He looked own to see John's eyes looking up at him, submissively, his big tongue sticking up his anus. "You want me to fart in your mouth for you?" John nodded his head slightly. He wriggled his tongue up Danny's asshole encouragingly. Danny gave him a superior smirk. "What a butt-munch!" He sneered. John nodded his head again in agreement. He knew what he was. A butt-munch for kids. Arrogant, horny kids like Danny. Danny settled his ass into John's face. John felt his asshole loosen around his tongue and then flutter obscenely as the boy let out a massive, stinking fart. It was dank and smelled just like shit. A little butt moisture sprayed out against John's lips causing the butt-sucking man to moan and jack his prick urgently. Danny laughed in horny delight and pushed out another rank cloud of gas in the man's mouth. John's eyes rolled up in his head, as he nearly swooned with passion. "Ooohhh!" He groaned in slutty lust. He plugged his tongue deeply into the farting bunghole and sucked feverishly at the boy's convulsing shit-chute. Danny let the man suck on his spicy hole for another minute. Then he let go of his legs and sat forward. He grasped his pretty pink peter in his fingers and aimed it at John's lips. John eagerly parted his lips and let the boy push his steely little meat into his mouth. He immediately began to suck as hard as he could at it, his cheeks hollowing and his tongue swirling wildly over the shaft entering his wet, hungry mouth. Danny fed it to him, sliding it deep in one long stroke. He grabbed the back of John's head and pulled him down to his tender peach-soft groin. John was delighted to taste a strong flavor of piss and dick cheese on the boy's meat. He slurped happily at it as the boy began to hump his pelvis back and forth. The boy held him down and fucked his bone hard cock in and out of John's happily sucking mouth. The boy tickled the back of John's throat with his drooling dick-head. Then he lunged in deeply and held John's face tightly to his sweat-damp pubes. He groaned and a shot of pure, hot boy-semen shot into John's mouth, streaking thickly over his tongue. John whacked his prick furiously. His own orgasm shook him. His cock spewed stream after stream of white man-cum across his lap and down across his thighs. Danny yanked the man's head off his throbbing, jerking young cock. He grabbed his little cum-rod in his fist and grunted and puffed as he shot lick after lick of hot boy-cream onto John's submissive cocksucker face. His load dribbled down to a few drops, which he let the eager man lick from his piss-slit. Then he sunk the slimy, rosy cock-knob back between the man's lips. John felt the softening boy-dick twitch. Then the boy's salty piss began shooting into his mouth. John gagged at first as it shot straight to the back of his throat, but quickly recovered and began swallowing it down as he came. He loved the hot taste of the boy's salty, somewhat bitter and rancid-flavored piss, and he drank it from the boy's tap eagerly, sucking his tender penis tip until he had gotten every last drop. When the boy withdrew his now completely flaccid dick, John kissed the end of it lovingly. Danny jumped up and began to dress quickly. "Do you have to go so soon?" John pleaded. "Gonna be late for school. Sorry, faggot." "Danny, when are you going to let me eat your shit? You promised you would let me" "Never, faggot. That's gross as hell." "Please, Danny?" "No. Where's my twenty bucks, man?" John rose, fastened his pants back up and then reached into his back pocket. He drew out his wallet and fished out a twenty. He handed it to the boy. "C'mon Danny please let me eat your turd next time." He pleaded. "Danny gave the man an appraising sort of glance. With an arrogant frown still on his pretty lips he said, "Okay, but it will cost you." "How much?" "Fifty." "Well, I shouldn't let you do this it me, but okay. Come back after school and I'll pay you the money. But you promise, this time?' Yeah, sure, faggot." Danny curled his lip, smirking. Then he turned and walked out, slamming the front door, leaving John to wipe his jizz off his face as best he could. Number 2 John was a nervous wreck. He had been watching he clock for a full two hours. It was almost Four o'clock now and Danny still had not arrived. He felt nervous, on edge. He had tied to distract himself by watching television, but his mind kept drifting back to thoughts of the tough little boy feeding him a hot log of pure boy shit. His cock stayed rock-hard in his pants. When he heard the knock his heart leapt into his throat. He quickly rose and strode down the hall, almost skipping for joy. He swung the door wide and let the boy in. Danny smelled real lusty, all hot and sweaty from time spent rough-housing on the playground in the afternoon sun. He barely glanced at John as he entered the hall. He strolled to the living room once again plopping his cute butt down in John's favorite chair. "Danny! I'm so glad you came after all!" John gushed, "Would you like a soda or something?" "Of course I would like a soda or something, faggot. What the hell are you waiting for? Go get me a coke!" The boy ordered. "Shit, if you're really so fucking glad to see me you should have had one waiting for me." "I'm sorry, Danny, it's just that I thought you would be here a little sooner, that's all." "Yeah, well, I come when I want. I had some business to attend to. This kid in fourth grade is supposed to bring me a dollar everyday so I won't beat him up. He didn't bring the dollar so I had to pound him." "Gee, Danny, you shouldn't do things like that." The man said, shocked. "Geeeee, Daaaanny, you shouldn't do things like that," the boy mimicked him in a nasal, whining voice. "Who asked you? I'm still waiting for my coke, bitch." John blushed bright red. He felt so humiliated being belittled by the boy like that. His cock throbbed and pulsed out dribbles of fuck-juice, adding to the wet stain already deposited there. He turned and went to the kitchen, sighing a little, and quickly returned with the can of soda. He handed it to the blonde. Danny turned the can up and took a few big gulps of the beverage. Setting the can down on John's expensive coffee table he looked at the man defiantly and belched. Then a wicked look crossed his face and he smiled evilly. "Come over here and get on your knees in front of me." He ordered. John did as he was told. He got between the boy's legs and looked down at Danny's crotch. He was rewarded by the sight of the kid's hard penis straining the fabric of his pants. Danny grabbed the soda can and took a long swig. "Look at me," he commanded the man. John looked up. Danny bent forward, his lips parted slightly, as if he were going to give the man a kiss. John's heart pounded and his mind reeled. Was Danny actually going to kiss him, and show him some affection for once? The boy leaned in closer, closer, until his quivering lips were just a fraction from John's. John could hear the intimate sound of his breathing as his face neared his own, and looked deeply into the kid's innocent- looking blue eyes. John licked his lips quickly and pursed them, ready to feel Danny's sweet lips touch his own for the first time. His heart raced with joy, his cock pulsing with desire. Suddenly, Danny let a huge belch right in John's face. The sound rattled his eardrums. John felt the boy's hot breath rush out into his face. Danny fell back laughing hysterically. "HA-ha-ha HA!" That was great! Did you think I was going to actually kiss you, cunt-face?! Ha-ha-ha-ha!! You dumb-ass queer, I'd never do that! Kiss an old faggot like you?!? Gross!!!" John just hung his head, flushing hard, feeling completely stupid and degraded. Danny really knew how to make him feel low, how to crush his ego and dominate him. The kid was so good at it. He was a real bully at school, too, John knew. Danny often picked on littler kids and liked to shame them and fuck with their young minds. Danny turned the can up and drained the last of the soda. He tossed the can onto the floor, sneering defiantly at John. "So, faggot, where's my fifty bucks?" He said. John sighed and reached for his wallet. He took it out, fished out the money and handed it to the punk. Danny grabbed it out of his hand and stuffed it into his jeans pocket. Then he picked up the remote and turned on the TV. "Danny, you promised," John said, his eyes pleading. "Jesus, man. You'd think chowing down on my turds was the greatest thing since Star Wars." The boy said disgustedly. "Okay, Okay. Let's go in the bathroom. I'll do it in the pot and you can chew my shit to your hearts content, you fucking pervert." "C-couldn't you just s-sit on my face and do it?" John asked, feeling both humiliated and very disappointed. "No. A stupid pig like you has to get it out of the toilet. But I'll treat you. I'll piss down your queer throat as I'm shitting your dinner into the pot. But first, get undressed. Everything." John quickly undressed. He was anxious to have the boy's filthy waste and he liked the idea of kneeling before the shitting kid and drinking his pee. He hesitated before pulling his shorts off. He knew Danny would make fun of the fact that he was hard and leaking. But he knew he had to do as he was told if he wanted to eat the kid's shit. He pulled them down quickly. His cock sprang out and smacked his stomach, leaving a smear of pre-fuck on his skin. "God, your fucking leaking like a whore, aren't you? You must want my turds pretty bad, right fag?" Danny sneered. "Yes, Danny, I do. Please Danny, why can't I eat them out of your ass for you?" "Fuck you. I said no!" Danny reached out and grabbed John's balls. He toyed with them for a moment while John stood passively, letting the boy do as he wished. He trembled as he felt the kid's slim fingers roll his big hairy nut-sack around. Danny grinned up at John. "Like that, queer?" John's eyes rolled up in his head, His legs went rubbery and his voice shook as he replied "Yes, oh yes, Danny. It f-feels great." "Yeah? Well, how about... THIS!" Danny's hand closed into a fist around the man's nuts and squeezed them like a vise. John yelped loudly. He bent forward, gasping with pain. Danny laughed cruelly. "On your knees, cunt-mouth!" he giggled. John dropped to his knees as the bully released his nuts. He went down on all fours, groaning from the pain throbbing up into his belly. Danny got up and straddled the man's back. He grabbed the man's hair and yanked it viciously. "Giddy-up, faggot. Let's go!" he cried. John stumbled heavily down the hall while the boy clung to his back, laughing gleefully. He staggered on his knees a bit as he entered the cool tiled room. Danny released his grip on the man and slid down his back, making sure to rub his tough little rod all over the man's back and ass as he did. Danny stood directly in front of the bowl. "Take my pants and underwear down for me." He ordered. John reached up and with shaking hands proceeded to unbutton and unzip the front of the kid's pants. When he got the fly open he reached up and pulled the waistband down the boy's hairless thighs, and down his legs. Danny's cock pulled down with the drag of his underwear, revealing his soft, smooth pubes and more and more of his slim pink dick-shaft. John continued to pull, until the boy's cock came loose of the dragging waistband of his dirty briefs and sprang up hard. It bobbed obscenely in John's face as John bent down to draw the pants down to the boy's ankles. When his pants were in a heap at his sneakers Danny sat down on the seat of the toilet and leaned back, resting his back on the lid. He pointed to the floor between his feet and John obediently shuffled forward into place. Then he grasped his hard slender penis in his fingers and pushed it out towards the man's lips. John licked his lips expectantly, waiting for the boy's orders. "Get your mouth on it, pervert." He said. John moaned softly and bent down to take the delicious lolly-pop in his mouth. The boy's dick in his mouth always made him feel high with lust. He thrilled to the taste of the kid's cock as it slipped between his lips. He couldn't help swirling his tongue over the sensitive tip and licking off the cheesy flavors. He heard Danny's breathing grow heavier as he slid more of the shaft between his sucking lips. "Yeah, you want my dirty piss in your mouth, don't you, whore? Want me to piss down your throat, don't you?" John looked up at the boy, his mouth stuffed full of boy-cock. His eyes pleaded for the boy's urine. He nodded his head a couple of times as he continued to nurse on the punk's rampant penis. "Christ, what a pathetic, twisted queer you are. Any time, any place, ain't that right? You piss-drinking homo. Well, here it comes, cocksucker, your favorite drink!" Danny grunted softly. His cock twitched on John's tongue and a shot of boy piss spurted out, hitting the roof of the man's mouth. John moaned hoarsely and he swallowed it greedily, his lips working around the dick stuck in his face. The punk's piss was stronger than it had been in the morning. It was thicker, richer, and tasted quite bitter and rank. The smell of it drifted up the back of John's tonsils and registered in his nose, with a strong ammonia-like stink. It burned the man's throat as it streaked down to his belly. John wondered how long the boy had waited to piss and guessed that it had been hours. Danny grunted again, trying to force his pee up the tube of his hard cock and into the man's mouth. Another few dribbles bubbled from the piss-slit and on to John's hot tongue. It grew slowly into a single stream. He filled John's mouth with it. His cock began to wilt a little as it pulsed out the dribbles of piss. Danny bent forward a little, his big-boy hands gripping the sides of the toilet seat. Suddenly his piss began to gather force in the man's mouth. It became a full, pissing stream that sprayed the back of the man's mouth. John began to swallow quickly, not wanting to miss a drop, afraid to let any of the precious liquid waste escape his mouth and perhaps dribble into the boy's pants. He didn't want Danny to get angry and leave. "Ahhh..." the boy moaned as he cut loose with his piss into the kneeling, naked man's face. He looked down with evident satisfaction. Then he grinned evilly. "Stop swallowing, faggot. Just let it fill your toilet mouth. I want you to prove to me how much you like it." he ordered. John trembled. He had no idea what the boy wanted of him now. His mind raced, trying to guess at what the boy had in mind. He stopped swallowing and let the boy's bitter urine accumulate in his mouth. Danny kept pissing until he saw the man's cheeks ballooning with his hot rank pee. Then, with another grunt, the boy cut off his flow and pulled his cock from the man's wet lips. "Gargle with it, faggot, come on and let me see you enjoying my piss." he demanded. John's cock jerked. A line of sticky cock-snot strung out from his rampant cock and connected with the floor tiles. He threw his head back and opened his mouth and began to gargle the piss loudly, the sound echoing in the small room. While he did, Danny grinned and then began to laugh at him. "God, you look so stupid, so fucking perverted and stupid!" he snorted. John's eyes betrayed his shame, but he kept gargling with the piss. He panicked a little as he felt the bitter liquid in his mouth begin to bubble up and threaten to overflow his lips. "Good faggot, now you can swallow it, but keep your mouth open so I can see it go down. I want to see your toilet-mouth flushing." the boy giggled. John did his best to swallow with an open mouth, but a little of the piss leaked out of the corners of his mouth and streaked across his cheeks. When he finished he looked to the boy for his next orders, his cock throbbing and continuing to leak his pre-fuck onto the floor, his mouth gaping open, feeling very foolish. "Now, get down and get the rest of it, fag." Danny laughed. John bent down and took the punk's randy penis between his lips again. Immediately the boy's piss-flow spurted into his mouth and filled it with another load of hot, bitter bladder juice. He gulped frantically at it, as the boy peed it into him. It was another full minute before the flow of piss in his mouth began to dwindle. As it did, John began to suck at Danny's cock, trying to draw out more of the boy's hot golden juice. He drained the boy's penis dry. Danny said nothing, but John saw his belly muscles straining. His heart leapt into his throat and he shuddered with a thrill. Danny was trying to shit! Finally, the boy was forcing his turds down and out of his slick little bung hole. John kept his mouth clamped to the kid's cock as he waited impatiently for the boy to crap. A long slow fart came from the boy's anus, echoing hollowly in the bowl. A smell like rotten eggs began to drift upwards, hitting John's nose with the force of a bomb. Continuing to suckle the boy's limber penis he sniffed, inhaling the rank stench deeply into his lungs. John felt light-headed with lust. He sniffed loudly as the boy farted again, filling the room with his butt-stench. Danny laughed at him, but John was beyond caring. He savored the stink and moaned loudly as he breathed in lungful after lungful. "You like that, don't you? Yeah, smell my farts, you dirty perv!" Danny chortled. The punk's cock began to harden in John's slurping mouth as he watched the man sniffing at his ass-gas. John became aware of squishing noises. The stink grew stronger. It smelled sharp, like rotting garbage and over-ripe cheese. He knew that the boy was beginning to squeeze out his turds and a thrill of lascivious pleasure shot through him. "Uhh...UHHH!" The boy grunted as he forced his shit out. His cock hardened into a steely shaft of poking flesh as he pushed his turds out. John heard the first one plop into the toilet water. He sucked hard at the boy's penis, mindlessly, as he focused his senses on the wonderful sounds and smells of the boy's crap. Danny's cock boned up even harder as he sucked and began to bob his head, slavishly fucking his mouth on it, sliding his lips to the nearly hairless base, feeling the boy's soft curls tickle his lips, and suctioning tightly around the shaft as he drew his lips up. Danny groaned. His asshole pinched off a second turd and it splashed into the bowl. "Ahh, it feel so GOOD!" he moaned loudly, "Shitting out my load while you suck my dick! C'mon faggot, suck harder!" John eagerly applied his mouth to the task of sucking the boy off. He was in a state of pure animal lust. He tasted the boy's piss on his tongue, sucked hard at the delicious little fuck-rod in his mouth and moaned wantonly. Another turd was emptying from the boy's shitting hole. The boy's hot, hard flesh jumped in John's hot sucking mouth. As Danny pinched it off, a sensation of pure pleasure shot up from his asshole and vibrated wildly along the length of his swelling prick. It hardened into stone. He groaned and came. Hot licks of his boy- sperm flew out of the end of his spit soaked cock-knob and spattered down John's gulping throat. He leaned back groaning and twisting his naked hips, rubbing his soft asscheeks into the seat, then lifting up and humping his slender hips into John's face as he filled he man with his spunk. He fell back against the back of the toilet and thrust his soft groin into the man's flushed face until his prick sensations died down and the last dribbles of his thick, tangy boy-seed drooled into John's happy mouth. Then he slumped forward, breathing heavily, recovering from his incredible, mind-blowing orgasm. John continued to suck greedily at the boy's softening penis until Danny pulled it from his lips, leaving a trail of cum stringing down his chin. Danny pushed the man's head back and ordered him to scoot back so he could get up. John shuffled backwards, his drooling cock wagging like a dog's tail between his thighs. Danny got to his feet and shuffled around until his beautiful buns were at John's face. He bent over, exposing his dirty, shitty hole to the man's eager gaze. "Clean me up, queer. Get your tongue in there and get every bit of my crap." John moaned and leaned in. He licked out at the boy's slick, crap-coated butthole, whimpering as he tasted the foul, wet shit smears. "Mmmm..." he moaned and began to lap at it hungrily, tonguing it down his throat and delighting in the bitter, clay-like flavors. The boy's humid crack exuded a hot smell of anal sweat, which only made John hotter for the kid's ripe butt. He began to burrow his tongue up the boy's hole, holding onto his hairless thighs as he pushed his face in deep and slithered his hot tongue up the shitty little anus. "That's right, get all my tasty shit, you hungry butt- munching faggot pig!" Danny said gruffly, pushing his ass into the man's damp face. All too soon, Danny pulled away from the man's burrowing face and turned to look down at him. He laughed shortly. "You get my shit all over your dirty mouth. You really look like a sick motherfucker! Did you like it, huh? Did you like the taste of my shit and my piss?" John looked down at the floor, too embarrassed to meet the boy's stare. "Yes, Danny." He said, softly. "What a pathetic fag you are. Aren't you a pathetic, butt-munching homo?" "Yes, Danny. I guess I am." "That's right, that's just what you are, and don't ever forget it." "Yes, Danny." "Now get your head in that bowl and get your treat. You know, if you're real good and eat it all, you can pay me a hundred next time and I'll let you eat it out of an asshole, just like you want." John trembled, feeling torn. He wanted in the worst way to have Danny take a crap directly in his mouth, but it bothered him that the boy's demands were becoming so expensive. Finally he sighed and nodded his head, then shuffled forward on his knees and stuck his head into the bowl. Danny snorted triumphantly. He hocked up a big wad of snot and spit in his mouth, worked it around until his cheeks were bulging with it, then noisily spit it on the back of the man's head as he lowered his face to the shit logs bobbing in the toilet bowl. John felt incredibly degraded, but at the same time his cock pounded with helpless lust. He pushed his face down, sniffing and kissing at the turds as they floated in the bowl, a brown sludge spreading from them. He felt the boy's snotty spit land on his head and roll down towards his face. He shoved his face forward and captured one of the turds in his mouth and began to suck it gently into his mouth, being careful not to let it break up. The taste, bitter, slimy and clay-like filled his mouth. Just as he managed to pull the log of boy crap into his mouth and suck on it wantonly, he heard the toilet flush. The water swirled around his head, echoing in his ears loudly with a loud gurgling sound 'Oh no! NO!!' his mind screamed, wildly. He was going to loose the boy's precious turds! He quickly swallowed the wet wad of crap in his mouth, and shoved his face desperately to the bottom of the bowl, trying to block the flow with his head. The boy's turds swirled around his face, streaking his cheeks and nose with shit. Clumps of it tangled into his hair. His moans bubbled out of the dirty water as he desperately tried to swallow and gulp at the filthy water and capture more of the boy's floating shit in his mouth. But it was of little use; the water and Danny's precious shit began to drain inexorably down the hole. Danny laughed loudly at his efforts. He yanked his pants up, fastened them, and then pulled his leg back and gave John a swift, hard kick in his naked ass. John lurched forward at the blow, his face sliding into the bottom of the basin. Then the Punk, still laughing his head off, turned and left, leaving the man groveling in the toilet bowl, frantically trying to lick the last thick streaks of shit out of the bottom. John sobbed in frustration, lapping at the smears of shit, fisting his prick until he shot his load all over the base of the toilet and the floor, as the toilet re- filled over his head, "Well, gotta go now. I've gotta pick up my homework from this kid who I'm makin' do it for me." Danny shouted, laughing He swaggered out of the house, leaving John, his head still in the toilet, kneeling in a puddle of shit, piss and boy-sperm... Dimly, he heard the front door slam shut. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 37