****** Dirty Boy Next Door by AmuseBouche ******
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Dirty Boy Next Door


I.

His name is Marc. He is 18. He lives in the condo next to mine. He'll be going
to college next year, on a soccer scholarship. He is almost six feet tall,
lanky and lean, and his dark blond hair is buzzed close to his scalp. His skin
is pale and smooth with freckles on his shoulders. He has a Celtic tattoo on
his left shoulder and one on his right ankle. His smile is dazzling and vaguely
sinister. He is tightly muscled under the remnants of a bit of baby fat. This
is what happened one summer.

His parents are away for two weeks. He has the run of the house. We've
exchanged hello's from time to time and I know he takes care of odd jobs around
the house for his parents. It is a Sunday afternoon in July and I've been at
the pool, sunning and watching the boys, the straight daddies in their baggy
shorts, their Speedos, watching their meaty haunches. Marc was there for a
while, but left, in a pair of cutoff jeans. Flirting with the female lifeguard.
As he passed my lounge chair he said "Hi" and "If that bathtub drain is still
blocked up, let me know. I'll bring the snake over."

I bet you will, I thought.

When I get home, I call him. He says he'll be right over to open the drain.

He arrives in his cutoffs, smoking and holding an open beer. He is a bit burned
from the sun. His green eyes blaze.

He works on the drain for all of five minutes and the problem is fixed. He
stands and though it has only been a short while, he is sweating. His pale skin
glistens. I offer him another beer.

"Gotta take a leak, first," he says. I step out of the bathroom and almost
immediately hear the strong splash of his urine. My crotch tingles. The
bathroom door is open and I linger in the hallway outside, listening, imagining
the boy's piss slit opening like a tiny mouth spitting the gold. In a moment
the flow slows to a trickle. A few spurts, then silence.

"Where's that beer?" I hear him ask. He ís standing in the doorway to the
bathroom, fly still unzipped. "You lost in space, or what?" he asks. I come to,
as if I've been hypnotized and realize I'm still standing in the hall. I smile
weakly. "You need to pee?" he says darkly. I say yes, I need to pee, I've been
waiting to use the toilet. I step into the bathroom, squeezing past him through
the door. He stands in the doorway, watching me. I look down into the bowl and
see the pale yellow water, darker yellow drops glistening on the rim of the
bowl.

"Pee shy?" he asks. I look up and he ís standing there, his fly still open. He
reaches in and begins fondling himself. He steps into the bathroom and stands
next to me at the toilet, looking down. "That's my piss," he says. He bends and
touches a finger to one of the drops on the rim of the bowl. He brings the
finger up to my face. "Lick it."

I hesitate. "Lick my piss off my finger, man. You want it."

My tongue flicks out before I know what I'm doing and I taste the salty-sweet
taste of his urine.

"Mmmmm, fuck!" he whispers. "You like piss?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, me too. I like to piss myself. Piss my Levis, piss my jock." He reaches
down for another drop and presents it to me on his fingertip. I lick this too.
I suck on the end of his finger. "Yeah," he whispers. "My pisssss...." He
hisses this last and shoves the finger deeper into my mouth. "Go get me that
beer."

When I return to the bathroom he is gone. "In here" I hear him say. I turn and
see him in the bedroom, on my bed, shorts and sneakers off. He still wears his
athletic T-shirt. He dick is half hard. I take the beer in to him and he begins
drinking, swilling it down as he gently strokes the long , uncut meat between
his legs. He begins talking

"Love to watch the guys on the soccer team in the locker, man. All that young,
fuckin' studmeat...sweat. Fuckin' turns me on. You'd like that. Smellin' all
those boys. Watchin' 'em pee. Smellin' their piss and sweat and shit...You'd
like that, wouldn't you?"

I'm standing by the bed, mesmerized by his talk. I kneel, then. He inches
closer to the edge of the bed, lying on his side, and his face his directly in
front of mine. "Yeah, you'd like that. Get that whole soccer team lined up to
piss in your face. Watchin' all that boymeat peein' all over you. Getting' you
good and wet. Awww..." He rolls away onto his back and takes another swig of
beer. The can is almost empty already. "Sweaty, pissy jockstraps...sweaty
socks...Smell it, man, you can smell it, can't you? Piss and sweat and
shit...and cum. Loads of cum in those balls. Those boy balls." His penis is
rock hard now and throbbing on his gently swelling belly, a thread of clear
ooze leaking into his navel. "Can you pee when you're hard?" he asks, smiling.

"Yeah," I say.

"Me, too," he says. "C'mere..." I hesitate. "Get down between my legs. Come
on." His tone is suddenly almost friendly. I sense a bit of hesitation in his
voice, a little nervousness. He reaches out and pulls on the back of my neck,
urging me up onto the bed. I get up there with him, kneeling between his almost
hairless thighs. "Kiss my dickhead," he says. My mouth opens and I take the
plummy head of the boy's penis in my lips. "Kiss it." I kiss it. I lick the
precum from the wide slit. "Put it in your mouth." I let it slip deeper into my
mouth, and after a moment, I feel him tense, hear him groan softly and a
trickle of warm, bland beer piss begins. I swallow involuntarily. "Yeah, that's
it. Drink it. Drink my pee."

The trickle intensifies and soon it's coming in spurts, delicious, hot jets of
it filling my mouth, dribbling out onto my chin, onto the boy's nuts. "Oh,
yeah, daddy, that's it, drink your boy's pee...fuckin' drink it down, all of
it!' His voice is louder now and suddenly the flow stops. I finish swallowing
as he raises his hips off the bed. "Lick my ass while I cum, daddy..."

He has presented me with the full view of his ass crack, a light ring of
blondish hair around the dark pink pucker. His balls are tight against him. I
bury my face down there, licking between the scrotum and the anus. He sighs. My
tongue snakes out to touch the boy's hole. It puckers tight then relaxes and
allows me entrance.

"Oh, fuck yesss, eat me out, daddy! Eat your boy's sweet hole. Suck on your
boy's shitter...!" He is pumping his cock furiously, fully aroused by his own
words. "How's it taste, daddy? You like that taste?"

I pull my tongue from the warmth inside him. "Yeah, boy, tastes good..." I say.
"Sweaty and hot..."

"Keep goin'" he says, "keep suckin' my anus..."

I press my face back into the smooth, sweaty crack. He's on his side, now, his
right leg raised to allow me access. He has reached around behind him to spread
the cheeks and I can see deeper into the hole, now gaping: darker, reddish,
slick and glistening. And I suck the puckered ring, tasting the musk in there.
He shudders and rolls away. "Get on your back on the floor," he commands and I
do. A moment later he is standing over me and as I watch he squats square over
my face, pulling the pale, muscular cheeks apart as he lowers his asshole onto
my waiting mouth. I can see just inside the hole. It's waiting for my tongue
and my tongue jabs into it, probing again. My saliva mixed with the musk of his
ass creates a heady smell and as my tongue disappears up the boy's shitter, I
clamp my lips around the circumference of it and suck harder.

"Aw, fuck, suckin' my hole, man, suck my boyhole, Daddy! Yeah! Fuck!" His
weight is practically entirely on my face now and his body rocks as he jerks
his cock. "Yeah, you want my ass candy, don't you, fucker? Don't you? You wanna
suck my slop out and eat it raw, you shit eater...Yeah, I oughta give it to
you...Warm, slimy boyturds slipping into your hot mouth...Fuck! YEAH!"

The hole shuts around my tonguetip as he shoots his load, the hot drops of lava
landing on my belly and chest. At the same time, as I jerk myself to a climax,
slathering my belly with a load of cum, I'm thinking Yes, that's what I want.
That's what I really want. What I've always wanted, but have been unable to
articulate, even to myself. Yet, feeling the slick flesh of his asshole on my
tongue; trying to suck more of this boy's nasty shitlips into my mouth;
smelling the musk and sweat and shit between his legs, I know what the truth
is. And it makes me cum, hard and intense.

Marc is up and off me in a minute, scraping our cum off of me onto his fingers
and sucking it into his mouth. He leans over me, puts his face in mine and
commands me to open my mouth. I do and he spits the sperm into my open mouth,
our cumloads mixed with his spit. I swallow.

He gets up and dresses, asking what I'm doing later. "I don't know-" I say, and
he says he'll be back with a surprise. Soon. And with that he leaves.

II.

The next day is Saturday and in the afternoon, while I'm folding laundry, the
doorbell rings. It's Marc and he's not alone. When I open the door, I see him
standing there in his ripped jeans and a baggy T-shirt. Next to him is another
boy, older than he, about 24 I guess, with thick dark hair, huge green eyes and
a two-day growth of beard. He smiles broadly at me.

"This is Doug," Marc says. Doug raises a hand. "Good buddy of mine. On leave
from the Army, aren't ya, Bud?" Marc turns to Doug, who smiles and nods. "He's
stationed in some hell hole in Missouri," Marc says. "C'mon, we're gonna go for
a little ride."

I start to protest, but Marc insists. "It'll be worth your fuckin' while," he
says. The next thing I know, we're in an old Honda, Doug's, and after a short
ride we pull into the parking lot outside the high school gymnasium. Marc
insists we do a few laps around the track. Half an hour later, we're through,
the three of us sweating like pigs. Doug's chest is lightly hairy, dark swirls
around the nipples on his swelling young pecs dwindling into a thin trail that
leads to his navel and down into the running shorts he wears. He walks ahead of
me and I see the dark sweat stain that has formed between the cheeks of his
ass. His whole body has a sheen of sweat, back, ass and hairy, thick legs. Marc
gets us into the gym through an open window and I find myself standing in the
locker room, the smell of sweaty young bodies, jockstraps and gym socks is
overpowering.

"Time for a shower," Marc says. "Come on." We strip and get under the spray.
After a minute Marc steps next to me and, aiming his soft dick at my legs, lets
loose with a hot spray of yellow piss. Doug watches a moment, then steps up and
begins pissing on my crotch, his dick aimed high. I sink to my knees just
outside the spray of the shower as the two boys pee on me. They train their
streams on my chest, then my face and hair. As the steaming piss drips down my
face, I lick it off my lips. Then I open my mouth and Doug's piss is shooting
into my mouth. He steps closer to me, keeping it aimed, until his dickhead is
between my lips and he's pissing directly down my throat. His urine is strong
and yellow.

"Me next," Marc says. Doug pulls his still-spurting penis from my thirsty mouth
as Marc replaces it with his. His pee isn't as strong, but the stream comes
just as fast. I gulp it down as fast as I can, but it still runs out the sides
of my mouth.

"I told you," Marc says to Doug with a wicked grin, "he loves piss. Don'tcha?"
I nod. "Tell Doug how much you like piss."

"Yeah, man, I love to drink piss. Hot man piss right from the fuckin' source."

"Got somethin' else for ya," Marc says. He turns around and presents me with
his ass. The pale, smooth flesh is glistening with water. He presses the cheeks
into my face and lets go with a soft, warm fart. The smell of it overpowers me
and my dick, already hard, gets impossibly, painfully more rigid. "See that?"
Marc asks Doug. "Loves manstink. Got one for him?"

"Yeah," Doug says. Marc moves away as Doug steps in, his full, muscular butt
feathered with dark hair. He bends forward slightly, pulling the cheeks apart
and I smell his fart too. "Yeah," Doug says, "smell that fuckin' jock fart.
Sniff it down." He wags his butt and takes a step back until the firm, hairy
cheeks are pressed to my face. My nose is wedged between them and my tongue
snakes out, jabbing. He pulls the beautiful ass open even wider and I see the
boy's hole, a moist, purplish pucker, surrounded by swirls of dark hair.
Despite the shower, which Marc has since turned off, I can still smell his
sweat there, and the faint whiff of his fart and remaining smears of shit.
"Fuck, he's chowin' down on my butthole!" Doug mutters.

"Eatin' his lunch," Marc laughs.

My lips are all over the dark crack of his ass, tasting him. I plaster my open
mouth over the hole as it lets rip with another, wetter fart. The pungent smell
of his guts is stronger this time and while the hole is open, I take the
opportunity to let my tongue slip inside.

"Fuck my ass with your tongue," Doug says. I need no further encouragement. I
dig in with my eager tongue as far as I can, till my jaws hurt and I can see
nothing but the hair that trails up out of the crack into the small of his
back. He bends over even farther, grabbing his ankles and suddenly the tip of
my tongue encounters something firm and warm up inside him. Doug senses this.
"That's it, man. Fuck! Lick my shit! Lick my soldier boy turd!" After a few
minutes enjoying the taste of the boy's shit chute, he stands up. "Gotta take a
dump, guys..." He walks off in the direction of the toilets.

A moment later Marc and I are standing in the open door of one of the stalls,
watching Doug as he sits on the crapper. A mouth-watering fart echoes from the
depths of the porcelain. "Yeah, gotta take a major fucking dump, man," he says,
looking at me. He spreads his legs apart and points to the floor in front of
him.

I step forward and kneel. Doug lifts his thick, soft penis from between his
thighs and presents it to me. Almost the moment the head is between my lips a
hot, strong flow of piss begins. Salty. Sweet aftertaste.

"Yeah," Doug moans, "drink my piss. Drink it...unnh!" He's straining. A quick,
popping fart and then the wet, squishing sound of his turd. He scoots forward
on the toilet seat and I sit back on my haunches. His exposed ass reveals half
an inch of dark rose colored asslips, pushed out and slowly spitting a dark
brown lump of shit.

"Beautiful," I hear Marc whisper.

"Fuckin' right," Doug says. As his anus continues to burp out the shit he
scoots farther forward, till he's almost on his back on the toilet seat. "You
want it?" he asks.

I cannot answer. I do, something tells me I know I do, but this is far closer
than I've ever been in actuality to realizing my darkest fantasies. How sick is
this? I ask myself. The sane part of me, the "normal" me is suddenly reminded
that this is shit, waste, it smells, it's wet. It's bad. But something snaps
inside me, and I allow myself to feel it. I give in to it. I crawl forward.

"He wants it, all right," Marc says. "Go on, fucker. Lick it. You know you want
to. At least give it a little lick."

Suddenly the eroticism of the scene overcomes me. My cock begins to swell
again. I look up. Doug is smiling, a sweet smile that says "It's okay, bud." I
smile back. My dick jerks up another notch and I lean in.

"Come on, man, it's gonna drop in a second...!" Doug says. "Hurry up...!"

With what now seems like reptilian speed, I go for it, my tongue straight out
and headed for the boy's turd. I poke it with my tonguetip. The blood rushes to
my head and the next moment I'm licking it. One swipe, two, three. "Fuck!" Doug
shouts. Then it's out. He pinches it off involuntarily and it plops into the
water. His hole stays open a second, then puckers a few times before closing up
again, a dollop of shit scum clinging to the pretty hole. "Oh, what the fuck?"
I think. 'I'm right here..." I dive, as they say, for this boy soldier's anus
and scoop up the residue of his dump. Warm. A little bitter.

"What's it taste like?" Doug asks, and the question is genuine. Has he never
done this before? Is his tough, nasty-top pose just that, a pose?

"Tastes like shit," I say. Doug looks into my eyes, then laughs. Then I laugh
and Marc lets out a giggle as well.

"You like it?" Doug asks.

"Yeah," I say. "I do."

And to prove it, I'm back on his soft, moist shitlips, lapping up whatever's
left of the first turd. I position my lips around the hole. I suck.

"Want more?" Doug asks.

"You're just full of questions, aren't you?" I say. Doug laughs a quick laugh
and says, "I've got more, baby."

"I want it."

"What do you want?"

"Your fuckin' soldier boy dump."

"Where?"

"In my mouth."

"Your mouth?"

"Yeah, right in my mouth."

"Want me to shit in your mouth?"

"I want you to take a fuckin' dump in my mouth."

"Push my hole out?" I hear the strain in his voice as he begins to push.

"Push it out." I slobber on the slimy, fuzzy ditch between his legs.

"Wanna eat my turd?"

"Right from your Army ass, buddy."

"Yeah..." Moist noises from the pulsing anus. "Get your mouth on it."

My lips open to encircle the hole. My head is reeling. I can't do this, I
think.

But it's all I want.

Doug grunts above me.

"Fuck!" Marc says.

"Feed me. Come on, boy, squeeze that shit into my mouth!"

"Yeah, fucker, yeah! Suck my dump outta me!" It's moving between my lips,
sliming my tongue. Tangy and warm. Doug grunts again and forces a few more
inches of it out, fast. It's softer than the last. I can't see it, but I know
it's lighter brown.

"Aw, man! That feels so fuckin' awesome!"

He pinches it off and I bite gently into it before I spit it into my hand. I
look down at it and it is, in fact, lighter brown. Doug stands. He tells me to
lie down on the tile floor..

I stretch out on the tile floor and Doug straddles me. His feet are on either
side of my torso. He's facing my feet. He puts his hands on his thighs as he
moves down. "Sit on his face," Marc encourages. "Rub your shit hole on his
mouth, man."

Doug's ass is slowly descending toward my face, the hairy hole slightly
distended. In another moment, my lips come in contact with the puckered flesh
and the rank dark hairs, gooey with crap. I circle it with my lips. Stretched
wide open, the hole allows my tongue easy entrance.

"Oh, yeah, baby," I mutter when I've pulled my tongue out for a rest. "Feed me
that ass."

"Gonna let the rest of it go," Doug says. "Gonna let my logs slide outta my
shit chute onto your face, in your fuckin' toilet mouth. You want that, man?
Hot young jock shit, logs of fuckin' crap shitting out just for you?"

In answer, I grab his haunches and pull him back onto my mouth. Marc has
meanwhile knelt down next to us and soon he's on his belly, his face near mine,
watching what's about to happen. My mouth is open, glued to Doug's hairy hole
as it opens yet again. "Take a look, fucker," he says. "Look at my nasty hole,
man, before I dump some more." In a frenzy, I clamp my lips around it as it
begins to spit out a softer, brown mush, the squishing sounds of it adding to
the insane heat of the moment. Before I know what I'm doing, I begin to chew.

"Yeah, fuck, yeah!" Marc says. "He's eatin' it, man, he's chewin' your fuckin'
shit! Aw, God damn! He's eatin' your fuckin' dump!" Doug grunts and the gooey
paste of his loose dump slows to a trickle. Before I can swallow it, he pops a
few last, firm nuggets out with a quiet, rank fart.

My cock is stiff and leaking. Before I know what I'm doing, my pissflow begins
and I soak my own belly with a hot yellow flood.

Doug, too, manages a few squirts of piss as he rubs his ass on my face,
smearing me with his youngman smell and taste.

"My turn," Marc says. Doug stands up and Marc takes his place. "You want more,
right?" he asks. His thinner, smooth young ass crack is smeared with brown
streaks as it meets my lips. I lick the remains of his last dump from the
impossibly smooth flesh before I flick at the pulsing hole with the tip of my
tongue. Doug meanwhile is standing over me, pissing down Marc's back so that,
as Marc's thin, snakelike turd begins to ooze out, I get the flavor of it first
in liquid form. My mouth full, I nevertheless grind it into the hole, sucking.
"Suck my shit, man, yeah! Suck the turds outta me! Fuck!" Marc is beating
furiously on his stiff prick. I roll my eyes back and can see that Doug's
thick, hairy cock is also hard, still dripping the last of his piss. Then he's
beating his meat, watching as the teenager over my face delivers the last of
his dump onto my chest and belly..

It's insane. Marc gets off me, turns and wipes the overflow of his soft shit
from my mouth with his fingers, smearing it on my face, my chest. Doug crouches
down and runs a finger through it, getting a good glob of shit scum loaded onto
his fingertip before sticking it into his mouth. Then he leans down and kisses
me. My tongue enters his mouth, coated with Marc's shit and he sucks my tongue,
cleaning it off.

"Fuck man," Marc says to him, "you dig this too?"

Doug only nods and, with that, Marc bends over in front of Doug's face and
spreads his ass. "Then clean me out, man." Doug needs no encouragement to dive
in, slurping at the slime coating the crack. He swallows all he can. Then he
turns and shoves his cock into my shitty mouth, plunging the remains of their
turd loads down my throat. I'm beating on my cock, close to coming. Marc has
knelt beside me and takes another swipe at my shit-coated belly, using what he
gathers to lube my cock. He moves my hand away and starts jacking me off, using
his own shit as lube.

"Yeah, man," Marc says. "This is fuckin' hot. Jackin' you off with my shit.
Watchin' a hot college jock fuck your shitty toilet mouth. You ate our shit,
dude, you took our dumps. Just what you wanted, right? Just what you fuckin'
always wanted, hot turds from these beautiful butts, right? Doug's got a
beautiful fuckin' ass, too, man, hairy and nasty and beautiful. Gonna keep
feedin' you, too, make you suck the logs out of our guts. Sweet, warm turds,
suckin' our farts and shitlogs right from our nasty holes..."

I explode in orgasm as Doug plunges his dick in, then pulls almost all the way
out of my mouth, only the head between my lips as it spits a stinging load of
young sperm into my toilet mouth. Marc locks his lips around my dickhead as it
squirts and I feel his own load land in thick strands on my thigh.

Not long after, we're all under the hot showers, rinsing the shit and cum from
our bodies. We're all silent. I eye the boy's backsides as they shower, the
alluring, wet muscles of their backs and legs. What I always wanted I've had.
And I plan to have it again.

III.

Back in the locker room, sitting on a bench, we're dressing.

Doug breaks the silence. "Man, that was fuckin' hot," he says. "I'm sorry, that
was intense. Thanks, guys."

"Never done it before?" I ask.

"Not all the way," he says. "I was with a guy a couple months ago who really
got into eatin' my ass. I mean really. And at one point, while he was tongue-
fucking my hole I farted. Didn't mean to. But he moaned when I did it, and his
dick got stiff as fuck. He kept making these noises like 'More, more', so I
pushed out another one and I could feel a little shit come out. Well, the
motherfucker nearly went through the roof. His dick shot, and I mean shot! All
over the place. And when I got up off his face there was no shit to be seen,
anywhere. So I guess he must have swallowed it. And I thought, 'That's too
fuckin' weird.' But afterwards, it made me hard, thinking about it. Don't know
why. And then, one day at work, I see this guy go into the men's room.
Executive type. Really hot, like six-three, and built. You know how you can
tell, the way his shirt fits over his shoulders and chest. Hot fuckin' ass.
Guy's gotta be thirty-five, forty, salt-and pepper hair, with these intense
blue eyes. But I don't give a fuck how old he is, I'm following him into the
men's room and I go into the stall next to his.

"And I can hear his belt buckle and when he lets his pants drop. Then I'm
getting hard when I hear him fart and he starts to take his dump, its real loud
and wet-sounding, you know? It's just pouring out of him and I'm trying to
imagine what it looks like, all that hot shit flowing outta that stud butt.
Smelling him. And then he wipes his ass and I look down and a piece of toilet
paper falls on the floor of his stall, and it's got a good smear of shit on it.
But I guess he doesn't notice, so when he leaves, I reach down for it. And I'm
thinking, 'What the fuck am I doing?' But I don't much care, suddenly, 'cause I
can see him there on the crapper, heaving this manly dump out. And my dick's
hard as rock, okay? And I'm smearing the cocklube around my dickhead, jerking
off, smelling the toilet paper. And I mean, there's a good, thick smear of
brown putty on it, and it's still warm and it smells so.... so fuckin' good! So
I'm sniffing it, beating my meat, and all of a sudden I just up and stick out
my tongue and lick it. And I suck it off the t.p. and I'm chewing it as I cum.
Fuckin' buckets. Eating that hot manshit. It was so intense and... fuckin'
great! Amazing. Just amazing.

"So my fantasy now is to get that guy in the john and have him do it," Doug
goes on, looking at me. "Like what you did for me. Sit on the crapper and
spread his big, meaty thighs and piss and shit for me while I dive for it. And
I would, too man. Just thinkin' about it makes me hard." Doug gives his dick,
which is indeed getting stiff, a shake. "What about you?" he asks me. "Got any
fantasies? Anything you want to try?" I allow as how I do, but demur, assuming
my own erotic dreams are far too twisted.

"Hey, come on, man," Marc says. "He told you his. What's sicker than wanting to
eat some guy's shit while he sits on the can?" Goaded, then, into the
challenge, I decide I'll let these boys have it.

"Okay," I say. "I do have a fantasy. Nice and nasty."

And this is what I tell them:

We've just showered, the three of us, and we're drying off in the locker room,
when we hear something, footsteps, nearby.

"Fuck," Marc whispers. "Shit, who's here?"

Doug shrugs.

Marc stands and looks out of the bank of lockers. "Well, well..." he says. He
leaves for a moment, then reappears, holding another kid by the arm. He has
thick red hair that falls in a heavy lock over his freckled brow. I can see,
even through his big T-shirt and baggy shorts, that he's still carrying some
baby fat on his compact frame. His calves are freckled, too. His blue eyes are
frightened.

"No need to be afraid, Buddy," Marc tells the kid. He turns to Doug and me.
"Peter here was watchin" us before, weren't you, Peter?"

Peter nods.

("How old is this kid?" Marc asks. "Old enough," I say.)

"Yeah, watchin' us get all fuckin' nasty and shitty. His pecker was hard as
rock I bet, am I right?" Peter nods again, and smiles.

"Looked pretty hot," he says.

"Oh, yeah," Marc moans, rubbing his hand over the boy's crotch. "This pecker's
not so little, either." He yanks down the shorts and lets them fall. Peter's
jockeys are stained yellow in front, still damp. I move closer to him and Marc,
then kneel in front of the kid. His musty young sweatsmell and the odor of his
young crotch make my head swim. I clamp my mouth over the dirty cotton covering
his crotch and taste his piss.

"Taste like piss?" Marc asks. I nod. "Yeah, fuckin' hot pee. Man, you are a
fuckin' pervert! Suckin' on those underpants. Tastin' that boy pee. Bet they're
dirty inside, too. Right?" Marc looks Peter in the eye. The poor boy's face
turns bright red, but he smiles slightly.

"Yeah," he says.

Then the pouch of the briefs is suddenly sopping wet. He's pissing his pants. I
suck on the cloth, drinking as much as I can. Marc comes around behind the boy
and pulls the jockeys down. The thick little pecker between his hairless thighs
continues pissing. "Oh, yeah," Marc says. "Skidmarks, man! Boyturd skidmarks,
look at that shit!" I drain what I can from Peter's dick and pull back and look
down. There is, indeed, a wide brown stain inside the seat of the crotch.

Peter's crotch is tufted with soft, bright orange hair, but his ballsac and ass
are smooth as a baby's. "I gotta go, man," Peter says.

"Gotta take a shit?" Doug asks.

"Yeah."

Doug gets down behind the boy and begins kissing the pink, smooth-as-marble
cheeks. Peter squirms, uncomfortable, but turned on, wanting, but not wanting,
to get away. "I gotta go, man!" he says again.

Doug stands and takes him into the toilet stalls. Marc and I follow. Inside a
stall, Doug instructs the kid to stand up on one of the toilets. He does so,
facing the wall. Marc tells him to squat down.

"This is dirty!" Peter says, smiling.

"Yeah, you're fuckin' right it's dirty!" Doug says. He pushes me forward as
Peter sticks his plump butt out over the toilet. I crouch behind him, looking
up into the smooth, still-brown crack. I pry the meaty cheeks apart and see the
small, pink anus, still caked with a bit of turd.

"Go on, kid," I say. "Take your dump."

The other two encourage him as well and soon Peter is grunting, moaning
slightly and then he's shitting. The bright pink ring of his rectum flowers
out, producing a small chunk of shit. I hold my hand out and let the boy take
his shit in my hand. Another, longer turd, appears and he pinches it off. Then
there's another one and this time I dive forward, slurping it up with my tongue
before he can let it drop.

Marc is next to me, watching. "Look at that boy feed you his dump, huh? You
like that, that boyshit? Like to smell it and eat it? Fuckin" boyturds, all for
you, man, eat it! Suck it out of him!" I put my mouth directly on the pretty
little anus as it delivers one last soft brown dollop onto my tongue. I lick
the scum from the lips of his hole and share it with Doug, who's kneeling down
on the other side of me. Then Doug stands and lifts the boy up, putting him
down on the floor. "Hold him," he tells us. Peter is bent over and in a flash,
Doug has his fat fratboy prick up inside the kid. He begins fucking furiously.

"Fuckin' his little shit chute," Doug says. "Fuckin' this hot boy ass, this
kid's asshole still full of soft shitty turds, man! Fuckin' it, fuckin' it!" I
get down on the floor underneath where Doug's prick connects with the pink
sphincter and begin licking: Doug's cock, slimy and coated pale brown, and
Peter's hole, distended and sloppy. Doug is fucking him furiously and Peter is
moaning, then calling out "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me! Yeah!"

As I watch, Doug's cock plunges in, then out, and the light brown ass slop from
inside Peter's shit chute begins to dribble out. I raise my head, stick out my
tongue and catch it as Doug howls "I'M FUCKING CUMMMINNGGGG! SHIT! YEAH, FUCK,
SHIT!" His dick is buried inside Peter's ass, spasming and squirting his ball
juice. Eventually he pulls out, his cock a slimy, shining light brown mess. He
aims it at my face and begins to take a piss and I open my mouth, slurping
greedily to catch the hot, yellow flow. Then it's in my mouth and I can feel
the warmth of the boy's rectum, taste the cum and mashed boyturds. I lick the
cock clean and let it slide out from between my lips.

"Sit on his face, Peter," Doug says. It's an order. "Go on, do it!" Doug pushes
on my shoulders to lay me out on the tile and the boy squats over me. His hole
is swollen, angry-looking. "Push, baby," Doug says. "Empty your pretty ass on
him." Peter grunts and, as I watch, his shitmouth opens and a slimy mess of cum
and shit squirts out. It spatters my face and I lick what I can off my lips.
The boyhole is oozing. Peter pushes down again and Doug pushes on his belly and
a thick, light brown wad hits me on the chin. I open my mouth, Peter squats
lower and deposits more of the shit liquor into my gullet. Soldier cum and
boyshit! I'm more of a fucking pig than even I imagined.

Suddenly there are footsteps from somewhere in the gym and a man's voice calls
out, "Peter? Peter!"

"Holy crap, it's my uncle!" Peter mutters.

Doug and Marc manage to escape before I have a chance to pull my shorts up.
Before I can even look for a way out, the doorway in front of me is blocked by
the hulking figure of a man in his early 40ís. He's wearing a white shirt and
tie, slacks and loafers. He's handsome, a ruddy blond with a bit of silver at
the temples. A studly, butch businessman. His shirt has sweat stains in the
armpits and I can see curls of dark blond hair poking out from his collar.

("Fuck, yeah!" Doug says, grinning.)

"What the fuck--?" He strides into the locker room. He grabs Peter by the arm
and demands to know what's been going on. (As if you didn't know, I think.)
Peter tells him, stammering, turning bright red. The man then looks at me, then
grabs my left arm and yanks me up. "Come on."

I'm sure he's going to turn me in or something, but we wind up getting into his
car, a late model Mercedes. I'm in the front with him and Peter is in the back.
The man says nothing as he drives and I keep my mouth shut.

("So we're not in on this, huh?" Doug asks sarcastically. "'Fraid not," I tell
him. "This one is mine!")

We pull up in the driveway of a large house in the burbs and the man pulls me
out of the car, then shoves me along until I'm in the house and headed
upstairs.

"You like it so much, we're gonna give you more, fucker. Right, Pete?"

Peter nods silently.

Then we're in a bedroom, furnished with just a large bed, an armchair and
dresser. There is a bathroom off to one side. The man orders me to strip and I
do. He orders me to my knees. He takes his thick, uncut cock out of his pants
and shoves it brutally in my mouth, a good eight inches of thick, smelly,
sticky, unwashed cock. It begins to get hard. He pisses down my throat and I
gulp it, straining not to lose a drop.

Peter is watching, rubbing his crotch. Then he has his thick pecker out,
stroking it, watching his uncle feed me his fat man cock. The uncle then takes
down his pants and lies down on the bed, his ass at the edge. He raises his
legs and tells me to crawl to him, to put my face in his butt. He's wearing
boxers, white cotton, stained filthy brown in the crack, the skid marks leaking
through. I push my face into the ass crack, sniffing, licking the rank-tasting
cloth. Suddenly he cuts a deep, manly fart in my face and I moan.

"Yeah, that's it. Inhale it, fucker! Breathe it in!" He farts again and then I
feel something warm pressing inside the seat of his boxers. He's pushed out
some soft turd for me and I suck eargerly at the cloth, straining it. He jerks
his legs up into the air and yanks the boxers off, revealing a large, muscled
butt, covered with downy, dark blond hair which fills the crack, dense, sweaty
asshair, caked with his manshit. I plunge my tongue into it, the sticky, sweet
turd coating my tongue. Before I know it, more of the gooey bowel movement is
forcing itself out of his delicious ass lips and I plant my own lips on the
hole, sucking like fury. The man moans with a deep gutteral growl. "Suck my
hairy ass, go on! Suck that nasty manhole. Eat my dump, EAT IT! Yeah... got a
nice soft dump today for ya...Yeah, then you're gonna clean it all, asshole and
hair and all. Clean my big ass with your doggy tongue. EAT. MY. SHIT!" The
slime keeps pumping out, punctuated by soft farts. The room is reeking and my
head is dizzy.

Peter, meanwhile, has taken off his shorts and is squatting over the man's
face.

"Suck my ass, Daddy...please..." he whines. His voice is years younger,
somehow, and he moans and sighs as his pink, hairless hole puffs out with a
sweet boyfart, followed by small, dark nuggets which plop into the man's mouth.
"Yeah, Daddy, eat my little turds...unnhh.....!" Suddenly the man sits up on
the bed and pulls my face to his. He presses his lips to my mouth and begins to
pass the chunky balls of Peter's dump from his mouth to mine. They're kind of
dry, still warm and bitter. I imagine the boy's ass passing them, pushing them
out and my cock swells harder. The man's dick is also rock hard and I grab it.
I reach under him, scooping up some of the residue of his dump and slather it
over his cock, jerking him to a messy climax. His sperm shoots up into our
faces as he cries out.

Crazy with lust, I yank Peter off the bed and tell him to rub his dirty ass
over my face. "Wipe your ass on my face, boy! Please! Give Daddy your turds!
Come on, gimme your turds!" The residue from his dump coasts my face as my
tongue jabs into the bright, rose-colored hole, sliding along the slick, shitty
flesh. A dark brown, almost liquid feces begins to seep from his puckered
asslips. There is a long, wet fart, followed by more shitslop, some of which
contains more of the boy's little shit nuggets. I suck the hole, drinking it
down.

"Get up on the bed, Peter," the man commands. The boy does as he's told, his
backside facing us, still dripping some of the stinking slop. The man,
meanwhile, has taken off his shirt, revealing a broad, furry chest. His cock is
up again, thick with veins and leaking precum. His legs are thick and brawny.
He reaches forward and sticks two fingers up Peter's asshole, wriggling them
around. Then a third, and a fourth. He yanks his fingers out and before I know
it, he's got his thick penis up inside. Peter cries out, but then moans and
rocks back and forth, coaxing more of the man's penis, until it's in to the
balls. He begins fucking the kid in earnest, a soft squishing and the kid's
occasional soft farts the only sounds now. Peter's dick is rock hard.

"Oh, fuck, yes!" he moans. "Shove your big penis up my ass...fuck me with it!
Yeah, please!" In a moment his dick spurts thick, long gobs of cum as he shoves
his ass back on his uncle's slimy member.

The man pulls out slowly and presents me with his dick, shiny and stinking. It
takes me several minutes to lick it completely clean, at the end of which he
pumps my mouth full of thick, bitter spunk, howling like an animal. Peter goes
down on my cock, sucking me to a shattering climax. He drinks down my cum
thirstily.

"We may have to do this again, if you want us to keep quiet about your ... uh
... proclivities," the man tells me. I agree, pretending to be disappointed,
but secretly hoping he won't wait to begin the extortion. I want another
session in his hairy, muscled butt, and soon...

"You sick fucker," Marc says, laughing.

"I tried to tell you," I say, bending down to tie my sneakers.

"Oh no you don't," Doug says.

"What?" I ask.

"You tell a story like that, get me all worked up and you think you're gonna
just walk away? I don't fuckin' think so." He's rubbing his crotch through the
damp cloth of his running shorts which he then pushes to his knees. His jock
swells with freshly-washed fratboy meat, and the dingy mesh begins to turn
yellow and wet as he starts to piss.

"Yeah," Marc says, "you're not getting away with that." He farts.

Doug laughs and lets loose a delectable fart of his own.

We begin again.

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