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You're nineteen years old, I told myself. You should not be doing this. But even as the thought passed through my mind, I knew it was hopeless. I heard him approach behind me from my position in the middle of the unlit kitchen.
He didn't say a word.
Taller, broader, older. Though he had not yet touched me, I could feel his feet, the heavy breath on the back of my neck, smell the slight tang of his sweat. Without any hesitation, he pulled on the back of my diaper, stretching the tight waist.
Still neither of us said a word.
I felt his pubes scratch against the flesh on my back as he squeezed the head of his cock into my nappy, against the crack of my ass.
I knew it was coming, but I still shivered as his urine began to trickle slowly, slowly, then faster, down over my skin. I felt his piss, hot against my balls, the stream still coming. He let out a sigh, straight onto my head. When he was done he pulled out, and for a moment both of us stood still - a momentary interval in the act.
It could not escape my attention that I was wearing a diaper soaked in his piss.
I felt rather than heard him step around me, so that we were facing each other. My hand moved towards his glistening, swelling cock of it's own accord. He raised a hand and gently ran it through my hair, tilted my head, drew closer, gazing right in my eyes - and spat on my face. I opened my mouth, heard him gather flem at the back of his throat, tasted the sour, thick glob of saliva on my tongue. Meeting the challenge, I swallowed it without a flinch.
A few seconds later snot began to slide from my nose - I eyed him daringly. Slowly, he leant forward, exhaling through his nostrils onto my skin. His mouth opened and as his unshaven cheek scratched against mine, his tongue slid under my nose, leaving a trail of hot saliva in it's wake. I gave another snort. He sucked my nose.
And then his tongue lowered itself to my mouth.
We kissed hard; his arms crushed me into his moist, sweaty body. His hand groped my ass cheeks. The tang of our body odours became one, our grunts united to one sound, ao that this heady stuggle for breath was all that I knew.
He burped in my mouth, drew away, began to slowly push my weight to the ground. I saw a grin creep onto his face before my view was obstructed by the sight of his shithole coming down on me. He squated right above my face.
I felt him clench each time before the hot air was released from his puckered, hairy hole. The smell was overpowering. I could barely breathe.
I loved it.
I raised my mouth to his puckered hole, probed it's sweaty flesh with my tongue. I felt him let out another stream of piss, this time over my stomach and legs.
'Probably time I changed that.' He said gruffly, rubbing his hand on the material over my crotch.
He pushed himself up onto his knees beside me, and slowly removed the wet nappy. I watched with no small amount of trepidation as he squatted - and began to shit on it. I counted three brown turds leave his ass.
A shiver ran up my spine when I saw the glint in his eyes - I had a feeling I knew what he was going to do.
I was right.
His fresh shit, still hot, was mashed into my ass and crotch as he refastened the nappy. I felt so full. He leaned down over me - I could smell a gravy chip in his breath - and whispered in my ear softly. 'There you go, baby. All better. Would you like some of Daddy's warm milk?'
I nodded helplessly, unable to bring words to my mouth.
Then his cock had pushed past my lips, sliding up my tongue, right to the back of my mouth. Then he went further, so that I was gagging, and I felt like I was being buried in the sweaty tang of his pubes. He withdrew and began pounding in and out at a quick rate, breathing heavily.
'I've got some good milk for you lad, kept safe right in my sweaty balls.' The pounding grew faster. 'Get ready for it, lad, the milk right from my loins.'
And then I felt the strange taste shoot into my mouth, down my throat.
He pulled out and I was so tense and uncomfortable - my breath was coming heavy, my skin was on fire. A strangled grunt of desperation reverberated in my throat.
'I need you.' I moaned hoarsely.
He only smiled, and whispered into my ear, 'You have me.'
But with that he stood up and walked away, leaving me with only his shit.
This is only the second story I've written. If you don't think I'm awful, it'd be great to hear from you at c_orourke@aol.com.
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