Poor Little Shit Boy

Poor Little Shit Boy

By

Toby Tyler

(MBb, incest, oral, piss, scat, puke, bd, submission)

The story is completely fiction. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal to read it, then you will probably be struck blind, which is why you shouldn't be reading it in the first place. If you enjoyed my story, you can check out some of my other stories on Nifty: Seventh Grade Foot Slave, Fucked-Up Kid, Brother Sucker and Urinal Boy. I'd love to hear from my readers. You can email me at Tobyt_yler@yahoo.com, and please remember to mention the title of the story in the subject line.

Poor Little Shit Boy

Chapter 5

Noah sat on Cody's bed with his arms crossed. "No. I'm not going to go under that rim seat!" he insisted.

"Why not, Noah? You've licked my ass before and it didn't seem to bother you. What's the problem?"

"I dunno. It just feels really really wrong. Like not normal. Like, when I stick my tongue up there I wonder what people would think if they knew what we were doing. I feel like a freak."

"But you get really hard when you lick my ass, don't you? I can tell it turns you on."

"Well, yeah. But I know I shouldn't be doing it."

"Why?"

"I dunno. Cuz of germs and stuff, I guess. Like I worry I could get real sick."

"That's silly. There's more germs in your mouth than in your ass. You have a better chance of getting sick from kissing someone. C'mon, Noah, just try it this once. Get under the rim seat and give me a good licking. You can even use the poppers. It'll be so much fun!"

"I can't."

"It would really make me happy if you did it for me. Then I'd know that you really love me."

"I do love you, Cody. I'm just not ready for this."

"Okay, fine. I won't push you. Let's watch a video. I got Cremaster 3 on DVD."

Four boys were lined up in front of Miss Hirsch's English class. Cody Muck was one of them. Noah was happy to find out that Cody was being transferred to his class.

"Okay, everybody," Miss Hirsch explained, "by now you all probably heard that Mr. Grady is um," she hesitated for a moment, looking for the right words, "that Mr. Grady is uh, going away for a little while. So we decided that instead of getting a substitute for the rest of the semester, it would be easier if all his students were divided up among the other classes. We have enough room, so it shouldn't be a problem. I'd like you all to welcome Heathcliff, Ari, Cody and Naoki. Boys, you can just go and take any empty seat."

Cody rushed to take the empty seat next to Noah.

"No, Cody. Actually, I've decided I want you to sit up front here. Heathcliff, you take the seat next to Noah."

Rats! Noah thought. He should have known that Miss Hirsch would try to keep them separated. Especially after his dramatic confession of love the week before.

Heathcliff gave Cody a nasty look as he passed by and took the seat next to Noah. Cody stuck out his tongue as he passed.

"Okay, is everybody settled in? I want you all to turn to page 176. We're going to be doing Shakespeare's sonnets."

The entire class groaned.

"Hey guys, it could be a lot worse! Be thankful I'm not making you read The Mill on the Floss! Look, I'm going to assign one sonnet to each of you. All I'm asking is that for homework you memorize it and be prepared to recite it tomorrow. I don't want you to just memorize it, though, I want you to really think about the meaning of your sonnet so we can have some lively discussion in class."

Miss Hirsch assigned the sonnets and dismissed the class.

Noah looked at his sonnet. These were the first lines:

Being your slave what should I do but tend Upon the hours, and times of your desire?

Noah had worked hard to memorize the sonnet. He thought a lot about Cody as he read it. Why had he refused to get under the rim seat like Cody had asked him to? It was only fair, since Cody rimmed him all the time. He realized his resistance to being under the rim seat had to do with the fact that on some level it felt humiliating to have another boy make him do those nasty things.

Yet deep down, mixed with the thought of being humiliated was a little thrill. Noah definitely felt excited whenever Cody tried to make him do something he was slightly resistant to, like the first time Cody told him to lick his feet.

Cody had really been trying to get Noah to lick his ass more, but Noah was always afraid to give the boy's hole any more than a few licks. Not that the taste bothered him, but Noah's mind resisted the act because it just seemed like such a dirty and nasty thing to do.

The more he thought about the meaning of the sonnet, Noah started to feel a strong desire to make Cody happy, and he felt that he was beginning to understand what Shakespeare was getting at. It really was a pleasure to serve the one you love.

After reading the sonnet, Noah knew what he had to do. He thought to himself, `I love Cody so much that I will do anything he asks me to. And if that means sticking my tongue in his nasty butthole, then I've gotta do it. Next time I go over his house, I'm going to get right under that rim seat to show him how much I want to make him happy!'

The next day Miss Hirsch had the students stand up and read their sonnets in class. Noah was nervous. He hated reading aloud. Miss Hirsch called on Cody first, since he was in the first seat in the first row.

"C'mon, Cody, stand up and read your sonnet! You've got an easy one!"

Cody stood up. "Um, Miss Hirsch?"

"Yes, Cody?"

"I'd like to, um, dedicate dis poime to the one I love." He looked at Noah and smiled. Noah blushed, and the other boys giggled.

"How romantic of you, Cody."

"Okay, um, Shakespeare's Sonnet Number 18." Cody stood up, and this is what he began to recite:

"Old Mother Geezer Went to the freezer To fetch her poor dog a bone. But when she bent over Rover drove her For the dog had a bone of his own!"

There was a moment of silence before the uproar. The entire class burst into laughter and began pummeling Cody with wadded-up notebook paper. Deshawn, who was sitting in the front row next to Cody, grabbed an eraser from the chalkboard and began beating Cody over the head with it. "Siddown, Stupid!" he laughed as the chalk dust flew everywhere.

Cody ran to the chalkboard and grabbed another eraser to retaliate. He started smacking Deshawn with it and soon the two boys were covered with chalk dust.

Miss Hirsch had to separate the two boys. "Stop it! Stop it!" she yelled. "That's it, Deshawn! You're getting a detention!"

"Hey!" Deshawn protested. "What about Cody? Doesn't he get a detention, too?"

"I'll deal with Cody as I see fit."

"That's not fair! You're afraid to give Cody a detention just because his last name is Muck!"

Deshawn knew he was right. The teachers always let Cody get away with murder.

"Now that's not true! You shouldn't have hit Cody with the eraser. That was deserving of a detention." Miss Hirsch looked around for a moment until she spotted an old piece of poster board on the shelf near the supply closet. She took it and fashioned it into a cone. "I think Cody's childish performance today is certainly deserving of at least a dunce cap," she said as she stapled the cone together.

Miss Hirsch walked over to Cody's seat and plopped the dunce cap on his head. His hair and face were still white from the chalk dust and now the dunce cap made him look like a clown. "Cody, go stand in that corner over there for the duration of the class."

"Thank you, Rachel," Cody said in a mocking tone as he took his place in the corner. He looked quite pleased with himself.

"Why did you have to pull that stupid stunt?" Noah scolded Cody after class. "And why did you have to bring me into it? `I dedicate dis poime to the one I love.' Sheesh!"

"It wasn't a stupid stunt," Cody insisted. "It was a happening. An impromptu performance piece. I got the whole event documented on my camera phone."

"I downloaded some videos. We'll watch `em and you'll understand what I'm talking about."

"Cody, you keep getting weirder and weirder. And more disgusting every day."

"Just watch." Cody opened a video on his laptop. He hadn't bothered hooking up the laptop to the plasma TV, so the two boys huddled close together on the bed, watching the video. Cody watched Noah's facial expression change from disgust to fascination as the video progressed.

"Oh my God, that's so freaky!" Noah exclaimed.

"That's what I want you to do to me," Cody explained. "I want you to shit in my mouth like that."

"And you're gonna eat it like that guy just did?"

"Yeah. I'd like to, anyway."

"This is so weird to watch," Noah admitted. "Maybe I'd like watching this more if the guys were, like, younger and cuter. I mean, what's up with the guy with the cigar? And that dude with the executioner's hood? Why do they dress like that? That's just so weird!"

"Yeah," Cody admitted. "These guys are kinda creepy. Wouldn't it be cool if there was like a video of kids like our age doin' this sorta stuff?"

"Don't even think about it, Cody!"

"Okay, okay! I'm not gonna film us! Not yet, anyway. Today I want you to get under the rim seat and, you know, kind of get a taste for kissing my ass. You know, just get used to being under there. It's so hot, I just know you're gonna love it once you get over your, uh, inhibitions. Then maybe later, if you gotta take a shit you can feed me."

"Okay, I'll do it."

Cody shut down the laptop and guided Noah to the bathroom, where he had the rim seat set up with a pillow underneath it. Noah looked very concerned.

"Gee, Noah, you could be a little more cheerful about it. It's a rim chair, not an electric chair. We're just trying to have some fun."

"I still feel weird about it." Noah said as he crawled under the rim seat. He looked up at Cody through the hole in the seat. "Gosh, I do feel like a toilet!" he said.

"That's the idea." Cody got down on the floor and unzipped Noah's fly. He began pulling the boy's jeans and underwear down. Then he started teasing Noah's cock with his tongue. "You're gonna get really hard when you get your tongue in my ass, I can promise you that!"

"It is kind of, exciting," Noah admitted.

Cody then stood up and took his own shorts and underwear off. He bent over and looked at Noah through the toilet seat. Then he picked his nose and offered a booger to Noah. "This is to get ya warmed up," Cody said. Noah licked the booger off of Cody's finger. Then Cody put his face even closer to Noah's. "Open up," Cody instructed. Noah did what he was told. Cody spat in the boy's mouth.

"Ugh!" Noah groaned.

"Wassa matter? Ya don't like my spit?"

"Nasty!"

"What's the big deal? Same as when I kiss you."

"Yeah, but that's different. That's all romantic and stuff. This is just nasty, and it's kinda insulting."

"Oh, come on! It doesn't turn you on at all?"

"Well, maybe a little. You wanna try it again?"

"Sure." Cody spat into Noah's mouth. Noah savored the taste and texture of his friend's saliva on his tongue before he swallowed it. As he was swallowing, Cody spat on his face again.

"Hey! I wasn't ready for that one!"

"Leave it there. I like to see it dripping on your face."

Noah wasn't quite sure what he was getting into. He had dreamed of meeting that special boy – the boy that he could hold hands with, take long walks in the woods with, share secrets with, stealing kisses behind the school when nobody was looking. Instead, he ended up falling in love with the most twisted boy in school.

"I'm gonna get on the rim seat now, you ready?"

"I guess."

When Cody sat on the rim seat, Noah felt slightly overwhelmed. When he had licked Cody's ass before, it was totally different because he could always get away from it. Now Cody's pink hole was spread out an inch away from Noah's nose, and he felt trapped. He could smell the faint odor of shit and sweat, and he could see every detail of the ridges of Cody's sphincter. He could also see that Cody hadn't wiped himself very well.

"Jeez, Cody, you coulda wiped your butt a little better before you sat on my face!" Noah groaned.

"That's what I got you for!" Cody laughed. "So start wiping!"

Noah groaned again. He had promised Cody he would do this, so he might as well do what Cody wanted for a few minutes. He could always wash his mouth out with Listerine afterwards, he figured.

Tentatively, Noah began to lick the cleanest part of Cody's asscrack, slowly moving down to the hole. It tasted sweaty-salty. The salty taste of Cody's sweat was starting to get Noah hard. Then he bravely let his tongue pass over into a dirtier part, the side of the ass near the cheek. The area was moist; the shit smear mixed with sweat had a pasty consistency.

Noah's first taste of Cody's shitty ass was not unpleasant. He had, while masturbating once, stuck his finger in his ass and tasted it. Slightly bitter, but not awful. Cody's shit tasted like that.

"Don't worry too much about licking right now," Cody instructed. Just sniff it a bit. How's that?"

"Okay." Noah sniffed Cody's ass smell. He found the mild smell of the shit was kind of pleasant, kind of like the smell of the skidmarks on his own underwear, which was more subtle than the smell of fresh shit when he went to the toilet.

"Now kiss my ass!" Cody insisted. Noah obeyed, planting small kisses around Cody's asscrack, slowly moving towards the hole.

"Now kiss my fuckin' hole!" Cody demanded. Noah took a deep breath and hesitantly planted a kiss right on Cody's puckered hole. It was at that point that Noah's cock sprang to attention.

I can't believe I'm doing this, Noah thought to himself. This is so gross, but why am I so hard? Do I really LIKE this kind of thing? He wondered. It felt so wrong, but so right. Noah secretly liked the feeling of being stuck under the chair, being made to lick Cody's ass and like it. He also noticed that it didn't start to get fun until Cody started ordering him around. There was something thrilling about pretending to be made to do something so nasty, even though Noah had gone under the rim seat willingly.

Noah continued to kiss Cody's hole. He had just crossed the threshhold of his own disgust, and now he was starting to get comfortable with licking Cody's ass. He stuck his tongue out and began teasing the little pucker with it. Cody moaned with pleasure.

"Now you're gettin' the idea!" Cody laughed. "Stick your tongue up there now!"

Noah poked his tongue into his boyfriend's asshole. The sphincter was tight, and Noah couldn't get his tongue in very far. Then he felt a gentle squeezing around the tip of his tongue as Cody's hole tightened around it. This got Noah even more excited, and he began to jack himself off.

Cody handed him the open bottle of poppers. Noah was too busy with his tongue in the hole to see Cody's hand holding the poppers. Cody nudged his shoulder.

"That stuff's just gonna make me dizzy again," Noah said, rejecting the bottle.

"You sure? Just give it a sniff."

"Oh, allright. Give it to me," Noah took the bottle from Cody's hand. Since he was lying down, it was awkward to sniff from the bottle, so he shifted position and tilted his head up a bit. He accidentally got a stronger dose than he had expected. Cody took the bottle back from Noah's hand.

It was like Noah had seen his life flash before his eyes. He felt like he was falling in space, and his heart was beating wildly. The first thing he felt was an overwhelming sense of guilt, he saw the faces of his parents, of Ralph, Diego and Deshawn looking at him with disapproval. What the fuck am I doing? Noah thought to himself. The first hit of the poppers made him panicked. He had never experienced a rush like that.

Then the panic subsided, and Noah felt a second rush of tingling energy throughout his body. All of a sudden, everything else in the world disappeared. All that was left was his tongue and Cody's ass. Cody's ass. There it was. Waiting for him. Noah was overwhelmed. Noah felt thoughts running obsessively through his mind. Cody's ass. Must lick Cody's ass. Must love Cody's ass. Noah reached up and spread Cody's ass cheeks with his hands and began hungrily devouring Cody's smelly hole. For a moment, Noah knew what heaven felt like.

"How ya doin' there, Champ?" Cody asked.

"Oh fuck!" Noah groaned. Now he understood what Cody had been going through when he had taken the poppers when Noah was on the rim seat. "Oh fuck! I love your ass! I want you to sit on my face every day!"

"Sounds like you're really digging those poppers!" Cody laughed.

"I'm a dirty boy! I'm a dirty boy! Oh fuck!"

Cody laughed even more when Noah said that. The boy under the rim seat sounded completely demented.

"Sounds like you need some more poppers. Here ya go."

Noah greedily inhaled the fumes and returned to licking Cody's ass. That's when Cody farted. The blast took Noah by surprise. He moaned again.

"You like that? You like sniffing my farts?"

"Yeah, keep farting! Please!"

Cody tried to fart, but nothing came. His asshole was puckered up and starting to push out into a little bud. Noah, intoxicated by the poppers, instinctively wrapped his lips around the little bud and began sucking the whole pucker into his mouth. He dug his tonuge deep inside and was starting to taste even more shit in Cody's warm, soft anus.

"Ooh, Noah, that's awesome! That feels so good! Keep doing that!"

"I'm a dirty boy, oh fuck I'm a dirty boy!"

"That's what I like to hear."

As Noah slid his tongue in deeper, he felt a hard mass inside Cody's chute. The pasty shit began to dissolve on Noah's tongue. At this point the effect of the poppers was beginning to subside and Noah felt a slight headache.

"Hey Cody?"

"Yeah?"

"I ub, I found a turd up there."

"Well what'd you expect to find, Fudgie the Whale?" Cody laughed.

"I could feel it against my tongue when I was up in there."

"So what do you want me to do? Do you want me to get off and shit in the toilet, or do you want me to do it in your mouth?"

There was a long pause. "I dunno," Noah replied, sounding very unsure of himself.

Cody handed Noah the bottle of poppers. "Here, have some more. I'm gonna ask you that question again after you had a good strong hit of this stuff."

Cody waited until after he heard Noah's deep inhalation, then he posed the question again. "Noah, do you want me to shit in your mouth or not?"

"Oh yes, oh God yes! Give it to me now!"

"You asked for it!" Cody began pushing the turd out into Noah's waiting mouth. Noah eagerly wrapped his lips around Cody's distended anus. The poppers had sent him reeling and he almost lost his mind when he felt the hard end of the turd passing his lips. Noah felt like a wild, feral animal in heat as he greedily sucked the small turd out of Cody's hole. He closed his lips around it and tried to swallow.

But he couldn't. At that moment, the effect of the poppers had subsided and Noah was left with a small headache and the sickening realization that he had a piece of shit in his mouth. Immediately he began to retch and struggled to get out from under the rim seat.

"Aargh!" Noah heaved and sputtered, and then hurled a thin stream of vomit onto the bathroom floor. He sat on the floor, holding his throbbing head in his hands. His face was pale and he looked up at Cody with fright in his eyes. What the hell am I doing, he wondered to himself. What had just happened to him?

"Oh God, Cody, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make a mess!"

Cody, still sitting on the rim seat, patted Noah on the head. "Don't worry about it. It always happens the first few times. That's why I decided we should do it in the bathroom."

"Whaddya mean the first few times? You've done this before?"

"Uh, no. I mean, I read that always happens the first few times. Well, I guess that's enough sexual experimentation for today. I'm gonna clean this mess up."

"Let me help," Noah said, reaching for some toilet paper.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it." Cody got off of the rim seat, zipped up his pants and then got on his knees near the small puddle of vomit. He then stuck his face in the puddle and began to lick it up. Noah just stood there and watched Cody licking his puke off of the floor, feeling numb. There wasn't much more that Cody could do to shock him at that point.

"Hey Noah?"

"Yeah?"

"What happened to the shit? Did you swallow it?"

"I don't think so. I puked it out."

"Then where is it?"

"You don't see it anywhere?"

"No. I'll bet you actually got it down. It's probably still in your stomach right now. You're not gonna puke again, are you?"

"I don't think so. Do you mind if I go home early today?"

"That's fine. You okay? I mean, you're not freaked out by this, are you?"

"I'm okay. I can handle it. I just need to go home and kinda sort some stuff out in my head."

Noah came home to find his parents arguing in the living room, which seemed unusually empty.

"Hal, how the hell could you let them repossess the living room set?"Mrs. Underwood demanded. "Nobody repossesses furniture!"

"Well, what the fuck was I supposed to do?"

"I don't know. Not let them in, maybe? Lock the doors? Ever think of that?" Just then she noticed Noah standing in the doorway. "Noah, honey, what's wrong?"

"What happened to the furniture?"

"Don't change the subject, Noah. What's the matter?"

"Nothin'." Noah hated the way his mother could always tell that something was bothering him, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

"Noah, I'm your mother. I know when something's wrong. Now what happened over at Cody's house?"

"I told ya. Nothin' happened. What happened to the furniture?"

"Your father let them take it away."

"I don't feel so good. I'm gonna go up to my room."

"Okay. Just let me know whenever you feel like talking about it."

Shortly after Noah got to his room, Cody called him.

"Noah, are you okay?" he asked. He sounded very concerned.

"Yeah, I'm okay."

"You're not mad at me, are you? It's not like I made you do that or anything."

"No, but I do feel a little weird about it. Maybe it would be best if we kinda didn't see each other for a while."

Cody sounded very sad. "Okay, I understand. Well, I guess I'll see you in class tomorrow. Good night, Noah."

Noah was distraught. He had done a very disgusting thing, and what was worse, he enjoyed it. At least, he liked it up until the point where he had to vomit.

He undressed and went to bed early. His mind was a jumble of thoughts. He couldn't sleep. He decided to jerk off, hoping that would put him to sleep. He grabbed one of Cody's sneakers and began to sniff it to arouse himself. As he began stroking his dick, he found himself thinking back to how it felt to be under the rim seat with Cody's sweaty, dirty ass pressed against his face. When he thought about what he had just been doing an hour ago he felt a mixture of disgust and heightened arousal and quickly brought himself to the most intense orgasm of his young life. He felt something sticky on his belly.

Noah had just shot his first load of cum.

To Be Continued