Candy Bars for Caleb
💩Candy Bars for Caleb 💩
🏳️🌈 A short story by Josh Terrence 🏳️🌈
bb/oral/anal/mast**/rimming/scat/urination**
Author's note: This short story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.
This story is a work of pure fictíon. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.
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At 3:45pm on Halloween, my bowel signal was washing over me in waves. But as I opened the front door for my conquest and let him in, I paid it no mind. My 12 year old bubble butt was lubed up and my 4'9" frame was shivering all over. As I prepared to host my very first high school aged boy, I could feel my after school dump testing the strength of my sphincter.
His name is Jason, and he's really cute. He has jet black hair and brown, almond shaped eyes. His olive toned complexion was nearly flawless, save for a smattering of blackheads around his nose and forehead. At 5'6" tall, he's perfectly proportioned with the 140 pounds he's carrying.
As soon as I closed the door, I turned to face him and felt my ass quaking with two needs. The need to get laid and the need to take a massive shit. But as always, my deepest desires got the better of me and the need to get laid won out.
Jason smiled at me and I blushed, then I shyly said, "You're really cute."
"Thanks," he said with a bashful inflection. "You're adorable. Are you really gonna let me fuck you?"
"Yeah," I answered in a husky voice. "I've been wanting to take it up the butt from you for a long time."
With that, I took his hand and led him up the stairs to my room. As soon as we stepped into my room, the rich aroma of dry, piss soaked clothes and sheets filled our noses and I had to suppress a moan. I watched his eyes roam my boy room until he spotted my laundry basket, where several pairs of wrecked and smeared underwear lay in a pile. In the basket with them was a light blue pair of corduroy pants that I'd peed in the day before, then left there to dry out.
The smell coming from my laundry basket was like a love potion to me.
Even though my mom was still at work, I shut my bedroom door and locked it. Then I got undressed while he did the same. When my pee splotched jeans and skid marked undies came down, he gushed out loud at the site of my hairless, 2 inch boner.
"Super cute!" he hissed loudly, then he dropped his pants and his big boy boner came into view.
I moaned hotly at the site of his six incher - it was the biggest one I'd ever seen in person, aside from the times I'd seen my dad's. I was excited to suck it, and even more excited to take it in my ravenously hungry ass.
"It's so big," I marveled as I smiled up at my 15 year old conquest. Taking the initiative, I wrapped my hand around it and stuttered, "Can... can I suck it?"
"Sure cutie," Jason said with a warm smile of his own, and I felt my poop chute quiver with excitement.
Without another word, I knelt in front of my older, bigger lover and wrapped my lips around the crown of his prick. As soon as they closed around his glans, the masculine flavor of precum and dried pee exploded on my palate and I let loose with a boyish moan. Using my tongue, I explored the underside of his prick, taking in the delicious taste while the aroma of his desire poured into my nose. The smells were so distinctive -- ball musk, sweat and hot, moist butthole -- all of them were working together as an aphrodisiac that drove my 12 year old libido.
Acting on sheer arousal, I managed to swallow his pleasure stick in no time flat. As soon as my nose pressed into his pubic mane, I knew I had my lips wrapped around the nicest dick I'd ever sucked before.
And I've sucked a lot of dicks.
While I was luxuriating in my decadent mouthful of cock, I used my shaky hands to fondle his warm, smooth sack. My eyes fluttered with gay romance and I moaned again, then I settled into a slow, sensual sucking of his prick while my horny fart box moistened with desire. My head was spinning with pleasure as the sensations of oral sex gripped me. I could feel it in my throat and along the roof of my mouth. I could feel it on the surface of my tongue and between my lips. I could feel it against my uvula and along my windpipe.
As the moments passed, I was so caught up in the pleasures of oral copulation that I lost track of myself. Before I knew it, Jason's big boy boner started throbbing in my mouth and a thrust of heat rolled off of it. I moaned franticly when I realized what was about to happen, and using my instincts as a cock sucker, I pulled my lips all the way to the glans just in time for him to flood my mouth with hot, delicious spunk.
As he unloaded in my mouth, I grinned up at him while my eyes watered. There was so much cum that it seeped into my nose from my nasal passage, and I knew I'd discovered paradise with this 15 year old stud. As the last of his load shot from the end of his pleasure stick, I pulled off with a loud slurp and opened my mouth to show him his handy work. Then I sealed my lips and swallowed with a satisfied, "Ah!"
"Holy shit, that was so hot!" Jason exclaimed while I smiled up at him. He reached down and took my hand, then he helped me to my feet while my eyes fluttered. "Do you still want to get fucked?"
"Yes please," I said politely.
"Do you want me to kiss you?" he asked hopefully, and I repeated my affirmative reply.
"Yes please," I said with a smile, then we locked lips and his tongue invaded my mouth.
I moaned softly and kissed him back, then I wrapped my arms around his neck and eased myself onto my back so he was laying on top of me. As soon as my head hit the pillow, the stink of my aroused boy butt filled my nose and he kissed me even deeper. I could feel the heat of his boner pressed against my hairless pubic bone and wanted in inside me so bad. Acting on my urges, I picked my legs up and wrapped them around his midsection and his boner poked me in the taint.
Finally, I could wait no longer. Mom was going to be home in 20 minutes and I didn't need her scaring my lover off. So I reached between us and wrapped my little paw around his shaft so I could reposition it. When I felt his moist glans pressing against my hungry entrance, I used my other hand to tug on his hips and encourage him to enter me.
As soon as he added pressure, his glans melted through my anal ring and I moaned with pleasure. The stink of my after school load started to waft in the air but I was too far gone to concern myself with it. Especially when his cock bullied its way up my butt, pushing directly into my brown load and spreading me open.
I could hear the moist crackle of anal friction and stool being smashed as he slid his prick up my butt, and I loved it. The stink of 12 year old boy poop permeated our noses while my body burned with scintillating sensations until finally, he was buried to the base. I felt his ball sack come to rest against my buns and sighed in his mouth, then we broke our kiss and he spoke to me.
"Does it hurt?" he asked with a tender note of concern.
"No, it feels good," I said softly, using my fingers to brush his bangs out of his eyes. "Thanks for coming by to fuck me, Jason."
"You're welcome, Caleb," he said, and I felt my heart flutter. "It smells like shit. Is it okay if I start?"
I nodded with a grin, then I used my hands to caress his smooth torso while he started his dance in my fudge packed boy butt. As his rod moved back and forth, I felt my body erupt with the flames of anal rapture. My legs were rocking back and forth as the mattress creaked, then he buried his face in my neck and his warm breath fluttered against my skin. With a hot moan, I hooked my forearms under his shoulders and held on for dear life as he treated me to the deepest strokes I'd ever enjoyed.
"Your ass is so tight," he hissed, then he picked his head up far enough for us to make eye contact. "It feels like you're taking a shit around my dick."
We shared a grin, then he planted a deep kiss on my mouth that swept me away and held me in a state of orgasmic ecstasy. For the next two minutes, his pleasure filled cock strokes brought the dirty boy out of me with ease until finally, he buried his cock up my squeezing chute and planted his virile seed. As he was depositing his load, he broke our kiss and buried his face back in my neck.
Too filled with desire to resist, I begged him, "Give me a hickey."
"Are you sure?" he asked, and I responded by tightening my legs around his waist.
Giving in, he latched onto my neck and sucked on it while my body roared with pleasure. I tilted my head to expose more of my neck, then I urged him, "Suck harder."
When he did, I used my rectal muscles to massage his prick while I moaned boyishly from the pillow. As I bore down on his shaft, I felt my bowels move and knew I was depositing my own load around his dick. As I made my brown deposit, hot pee ran from the end of my little dick and cascaded down my torso to my bedsheets.
Without breaking the suction against my skin, my service top started to move his hips back and forth until he was feeding me full strokes. With each stroke he fed me, the stink grew stronger and I could feel hot poop building in my crevice. With a hiss, he unlatched from my neck and I pulled him into another deep kiss that lasted until he dumped another batch of babies in my turd factory.
While he was cumming, he hissed, "It feels like you're taking another shit around my dick."
"Sorry, it just feels so good," I told him, then we kissed on the lips one more time before he pulled out.
As soon as he withdrew his cock, we both set our eyes on the brown frosting that I'd deposited there. He cast his bedroom eyes down at my poop smeared crevice and gasped a little, then we shared a naughty smile and he put my legs down.
I sat up while he stood on his knees, and as soon as I did, hot poop smeared into my bedsheets. Unconcerned with that at the moment, I wrapped my lips around my lover's shaft and scraped the thick mass of stool from the base to the tip. When I pulled off, I opened wide to show him my naughty mouthful, then I sealed my lips and swallowed with a satisfied smile.
"Holy fuck that's hot!" he exclaimed while I got back on his dick. "Do you eat shit all the time?"
Without pulling off, I nodded my confession while I sought out and found every smear I could enjoy from his prick. When it was time for him to leave, I reached under my blankets and found an extra pair of skidmarked tighty whities for him to use to wipe his dick off. Without wiping the smeared and heaped up load from my butt, I hiked my pants and saw him to the door just in time for mom to pull into the driveway.
With that, Jason beat a hasty retreat to the sidewalk while mom gave me a knowing look. As she made her approach, the stink of my brown load filled her nose and she sighed.
"Caleb, what did we talk about?" mom asked, giving me a look that said she'd had quite enough of my antics as she sniffed me up close. "You know you're not allowed to have boys over. Is that another hickey?"
I nodded with a neutral expression, then I said, "I made sure we were done before you got home."
"I don't know what I'm going to do with you, son," she said, shaking her head. "Did you shit your pants?"
"Yeah, but not all the way yet," I said, reaching back and patting my smeared butt through the seat of my pants. "I still have to take a shit."
"I want you to go take a shower and put some clean britches on, son," she said, but I shook my head no.
"I'm not ready yet," I said, then I retreated to my room so I could finish shitting my pants and enjoy the feeling of hot stool against my skin while I scraped heaps of poop from my sheets and licked it off my hands. 💩
Me and mom have been going back and forth over my love of poop for as long as I've been out of diapers. She knows how much I enjoy it, and that I'd do almost anything to fill my need for scat and piss play. By now, she's completely given up trying to stop me from shitting and pissing myself. My bedroom reeks of piss and poop all the time, and usually, so does my horny body.
We've been fighting about my love of gay sex for two years. I started sucking cock when I was 10 and couldn't hide my activities from her. She tried to keep me from having boys over, but I disregarded her demands and did what came naturally to me. Eventually, I dropped my pants and got myself fucked and that started a new tug of war between us. Especially when I put two and two together and started getting shit fucked after school.
If mom had to choose, I think she'd take the gay sex over the scat fetish. She's been dealing with my pants shitting her whole life, and I can't tell you how many pairs of my undies she's had to toss over the years. Or how many times I've embarrassed her in public by pissing and shitting my pants while we were at the mall or at the store. Or when we had guests over. Or when we were visiting with our extended family.
When I was 11, we were at a family reunion at the park and I was in one of my moods. Before we got there, mom warned me, "Don't shit your pants today."
Well, that was exactly the wrong thing to tell me because it planted a seed in my head. I was playing tag with my cousins and we were running around the picnic table where the adults were sitting and talking. As soon as my bowel signal washed over me, I stopped dead in my tracks and shit my pants in front of my cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents. I remember being in a trance as loaf after hot, firm loaf slid out of my butt and formed a pile in the seat of my underwear. If there was any question about what I was doing, it was cleared up when a torrent of piss soaked the insides of my pant legs and ran into my shoes.
Mom was embarrassed but I was a satisfied scat fetishist. Especially when she took me to the women's room to clean up and my aunt followed to help. As soon as my piss soaked jeans came down, I reached into the seat of my undies and grabbed a hot, intact turd. With a glazed over smile, I crammed it into my mouth while auntie gasped in horror and mom turned bright red with embarrassment. She's seen me cram poop into my mouth before but I don't think she ever guessed that I'd brazenly do it in front of my aunt.
As soon as she had me in a clean pair of britches, she took me to the car while the rest of the family talked about what I did. On the way home, I sat in the back seat and fished my shit caked undies from the plastic grocery bag she'd put them in. With a transfixed smile, I treated myself to the rest of the pant load while she admonished me from the front seat.
Since then, my craving for scat and gay sex has only grown stronger. And lately, I've been exploring ways to combine the two loves of my life. The only thing I hadn't done yet is eat poop from the rear end of another boy. But that was about to change.
I go to school with a boy named Kyle Smith. Like me, he loves poop. And he has gay sex. A lot of gay sex. And according to some of the boys who've fucked me over the years, he eats more poop than anyone ought to be able to eat. There's even a rumor going around that on the weekends, he stays under a rim chair and accepts shit loads all day and night without stopping.
Curious to get to know him, I sent him a text one day and we talked. Then we hung out at school and I asked him if it was true that he was into shit. Ever the non-cusser, Kyle said, "I eat poop loads everyday."
"Is it true you let guys poop in your mouth?" I asked with a naughty grin, and he nodded eagerly. "Can... can I watch sometime?"
"I'd love that," he said, and I felt my body shiver with horny anticipation. "Do you feel like pooping for me, too?"
"If you want," I said shyly, earning me a cute grin from the 11 year old toilet.
Ever since then, I've been hot and horny to start taking shit loads from other guys. But I know mom's gonna throw a fit when she finds out. I don't know what she'll say or do, but I know she won't be happy. All summer long, she had to deal with me shitting my pants and eating my loads. By the time school started in August, she'd had quite enough of it.
Still, I couldn't resist the allure of being a full service turd repository for cute boys. Just thinking about Jason's sweaty, stinky rump opening up to drop a pile of stink logs into my watering mouth was getting me excited. So on Halloween night, I decided that it was time for me to take the next step on my road to being a full service commode. 💩
I was dressed in my costume and about to go trick or treating when mom stopped me to take some pics.
"You look so precious, Caleb," she told me as I stood in front of her with a shy smile. She snapped a few pics to share online, then she said, "Are you sure you don't want me to take you this year?"
"I'm sure, mom," I said, rolling my eyes. "I'll text you if I need you."
"Stay on the sidewalk and use the crosswalk, do you hear me?" she said, and I nodded while she leaned in and took a whiff of me. "Honey, you stink. Did you change out of your shitty britches?"
"I'm not done with them yet," I said matter of factly, and she gave me a long, searching look.
With that, I set off to fill my bag with candy. Along the way, I traded texts with Kyle Smith and we made plans to meet up in the park by our school. As I went from house to house, I could see the noses of the homeowners working and knew I had a luscious stink pouring off of me. I even managed to let out a few spurts of pee along the way, adding to the delightful batch of fudge that was frosting the seat of my undies. As I walked with various groups of kids, I could hear them talking about the stink, then realizing it was me when I broke away from them.
When I was finished trick or treating, Kyle met me at the park and we snuck into the trees. As soon as he caught a whiff of my poopy condition, he moaned and we shared a smile.
"Did you poop your pants?" he asked with a naughty smile. When I nodded, he asked, "Can I see?"
With that, I turned to face away from him and he hooked the waistband of my pants and underwear so he could look inside. I watched over my shoulder as he checked my pants with excited eyes, then he took a long whiff and shivered. He gave me a look of longing and I knew what he wanted. I nodded and his eyes lit up.
Kyle pulled a large handful from the seat of my undies and brought it to his nose, then he shivered as he inhaled the aroma. With the cutest grin I've ever seen, he packed his mouth with my poop. Then he used his tongue to macerate the pile while he offered me what was left in his hand. I accepted it with a hot moan and knew we were soulmates.
When our brown mouthfuls were down, I looked longingly at his rear end, then I leaned into him. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and we kissed brownly.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" Kyle asked me tenderly, rubbing my back while I looked at him with sheer need.
"I'm positive," I hissed, then I dropped to my knees and he dropped his costume pants.
He put his underwear clad bubble butt in my face and gently took a seat so it was resting against my mouth. As I pressed my nose into the seat of his tighty whities, the odor of his bowel was so strong that it made my head spin. I took a long, decadent whiff, then I peeled them down and parted his buns so I could enjoy the sight and smell of his poop chute.
My head was spinning out of control as I pushed my face deep into his crevice and latched onto his stink hole. With my tongue probing his hot poop chute, I sucked diligently on the flavorful hole while relentless waves of naughty pleasure washed over me. Goosebumps were cascading across my face as the stink and flavor intensified, then Kyle's anus expanded and my tongue met the tip of a hot turd.
As soon as I realized what I was pushing my tongue into, my body erupted with the flames of my ultimate ecstasy. Feelings I'd never experienced were colliding with signals from my brain, telling me this was finally happening.
But the taboo pleasure was too strong, and even as my better angels were trying to pull me back from the cliff, it was too late. So with my body melting down and my hairless little dick pressed tight against my bald pubic bone, I moaned like a whore and used my tongue to guide my ultimate prize from Kyle's butthole to my mouth. The heat and odor were almost overwhelming, but sinfully decadent as they swirled around my grinning face. Then the flavor invaded my olfactory and I knew I was tasting the closest thing to paradise that I'd ever had in my life. It was rich, it was dark, it was naughty and it was forbidden. And as it embedded itself on my palate, it became my whole world.
The brown loaf crackled with moist friction as it exited Kyle's butthole and filled my watering mouth. I felt it gliding through my lips and taking shape between my cheeks, forming a naughty horseshoe as it curved along the lining of my mouth. The heat it produced in my mouth was intense, pouring into my nasal passage and steaming against my wet tongue. Then, as long poop logs do, it pinched off and I had two stinky tails resting on my bottom lip.
I sat back on my butt and looked at Kyle while flashes of heat rained down on my little body. He turned to look at me, biting his lower lip with a look of sheer debauchery on his face. We gazed into each others' eyes for a moment as I contemplated my next move. I knew I had two choices -- I could either spit the naughty poop log out, or I could seal my lips and savor it. Kyle looked like he could see the wheels in my head spinning and was wondering which way I was going to turn.
The enormity of the moment wasn't lost on me as we silently communicated. I'd gone through with it. I'd let him take a shit in my mouth. And I loved it!
I felt vulnerable and sexy. I felt exposed and like I was sharing a deep secret with someone who shared the same affliction. I felt like the angel on my right shoulder was having it out with the devil on my left shoulder.
Kyle didn't say a word -- he just gazed at me for what felt like an eternity. His eyes were filled with a brand of longing and searching and even a little bit of shame. I didn't have to wonder what choice he would have made -- he made his choice a long time ago. And now it was my time to decide.
Out of nowhere, a furious tornado erupted in my groin and a long, depraved moan escaped my lips. Hot pee spouted from the end of my little boner and soaked my undies while my anus contracted. I shivered uncontrollably, then I sealed my lips and used my tongue to smash and smear the brown treat against the roof of my mouth.
And just like that, I was a full service toilet.
I could feel the change come over me in an instant, carrying me into the heights of carnal deviance and sinful pleasure. Any scat play I'd enjoyed prior to this moment was mild compared to this. My tongue and teeth were caked with hot poop from another boy. My nose had the smell of Kyle Smith's shit imbedded in it. My face had a transfixed smile that signaled my surrender.
While I was macerating my gift with glazed over eyes, Kyle Smith knelt beside me and rubbed my back. I turned to look at him and we shared a warm smile, then he leaned in and we French kissed around his poop log. Once again, my body erupted with the flames of ecstasy while my cute feeder kissed me. Then our lips parted and he said, "Do you like it?"
I nodded slowly, not wanting to relinquish my brown mouthful.
"I like it, too," he shared, and I sighed. "I have more poop in my butt if you want to swallow."
With a soft moan, I nodded again, then I sealed my lips and swallowed with a satisfied sigh. He stood and posted up over my opened mouth, then he strained hard and released a second firm loaf. With a naughty grin plastered to my face, I got under it so it would drop to a safe landing in my boys bathroom of a mouth. While I was chewing, he aimed his little boner at me and I opened wide, eager for him to fully use me as a toilet.
💩 The End 💩
For more content featuring Kyle Smith, check out my very first story, Kyle's Afterschool Snack
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