Scotty and Mike - 2
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When last seen, our intrepid hero (me, Uncle Mike) was recovering from a very hot, very nasty, totally unexpected bathroom encounter with my nephew Scotty (hottest 10-year-old boy east of the Rockies). Bathroom play, piss, shit Ð Scotty's hot boyshit Ð all amazing. And it was only meant to be for the one time, no repeats! Yeah, well...
Somewhere in all the dirty talk Scotty had let it drop that his babysitter's boyfriend Eric Ð high school jock, dark hair, full lips, hot, compact body, baseball shortstop and wrestler, a young Nick Jonas Ð Scotty and Eric had played (how often?) like Scotty and I just had. A hot 16-year-old jock Adonis getting nasty and perv with my 10-year-old nephew.
The next time I was at my sister's for dinner, a cookout on their back deck, I was able to get him alone inside the house while Eileen and Bailey finished off a couple after-dinner gin and tonics. I couldn't get the thought of Scotty and Eric "playing around" out of my head and I had to ask.
"So, how did you and Eric.... you know...?" I stammered.
Scotty looked at me quizzically. "What?"
"You know... start messing around. With each other."
His eyes opened wide. "Oh, that! Yeah... It was last year, September, I guess, and I was hanging around with Traci after school cause Mom and Bailey both had to work late or something. And so, Traci and me went to the bleachers out by the football field to wait for Eric, cause he had football practice. And so then, when practice was over he came over to the bleachers and they started talking and the next thing I know they're having a fight or something about him drinking beer and she just gets up off the bench and grabs my arm and says, Come on!' and starts to drag me off. And Eric says don't treat me like that, cause she was being all rough, right?
So, Eric says, "He's just a kid, leave him with me, I'll get him home." And Traci's all like, "Okay, fine! Go to hell! You two boys have fun!" And she goes off all mad and stuff. So, me and Eric sat there for a while and he's complaining about her and how dopey she can be sometimes, and how he's not getting any. I think I knew what he was talking about. And then he reaches over and messes up my hair and kind of holds the back of my head in his hand and looks at me real nice, with a little smile, you know? And he says, Better get into the locker room and get out of this gear.' So, we go into the gym, into the locker room and it's empty cause the rest of the team's gone home. And Eric gets to his locker and starts to take off his uniform, and it's all sweaty and stinky and he throws the shirt and pants and his jockstrap and everything on the bench next to me and I'm, like, looking down at it and all, and I guess I musta been sniffing or something, cause then Eric says, Like the way that smells, little dude?' I thought it was cool he called me little dude', and I nodded, cause I did like the way it smelled. And Eric says, `This locker room smells, too, don't it?' And I nod again and all of a sudden I notice Eric's all naked and everything and kinda sweaty and his thing, his..." He trailed off.
"His what, Scotty?" I asked.
"Can I say it?"
"Sure."
He paused a minute, then said "Cock. His cock was getting bigger and kind of jerking up and down and this clear, gooey stuff was leaking out of it. And so, I'm looking at his... his cock and he's all smiling and stuff and he gets real close to me and his cock's real close to my face and he says, You sure are a hot little dude, you know that?' And I shook my head no', and he said `Yeah, you are. I always thought so.' He said when he'd go over my house when Traci was babysitting and I was in my pajamas or my underwear or whatever he'd get all hot thinking about me and... doing stuff with me."
Scotty paused a moment and looked down. We were in the den off the kitchen and it was very still all of a sudden.
"What kind of stuff? Did he tell you?"
"Tell me, yeah! He showed me, you know?"
Thus began Scotty's tale of how he and this then-15-year-old, sweaty jockboy got it on in the locker room. Eric rubbed his leaking dick on Scotty's lips and told him to lick it and he did. Scotty licked the head of Eric's cock and slurped up the precum oozing out the piss slit, which made Eric's cock get fully hard. And he told Scotty he should take off all his clothes too, that it was safe, everybody was gone and they could have fun.
So little Scott takes off his clothes and stands in front of hard Eric naked and pale and hairless and Eric says "Holy shit, little dude, you look fuckin' hot. So hot." He gets to his knees in front of Scotty and takes the little wiener in two fingers and manages to give Scotty a stiffie.
"You wanna do something really neat, Scott?" he asks and Scotty nods. So, Eric tells the boy to get up on the bench while he kneels in front and to pee on him. "Unless you think it's too gross."
And Scotty tells Eric that, in fact, he doesn't think it's gross because he and his stepfather have been playing dirty, wet games themselves.
"No shit?!" he says, "You and What's-His-Name...?"
"Bailey," Scott tells him.
"Yeah, Bailey. Holy fuck! Amazing!" He looks up into the boy's eyes and, with real longing says "Pee on me, little dude. Go on. Please."
He stays there on his knees and waits while the boy's erection goes down a little. Then a little dribble starts and Eric sighs. "Fuck yeah, dude, piss on me. Go on, piss!" Scotty lets go and his hot, yellow kid piss shoots out and onto Eric's chest. Eric goes wild at that and rubs the pee into his chest and the sparse hair already growing there. And as Scotty keeps pissing Eric leans forward and takes that squirting, hairless pee-pee between his lips so he can drink it down, suck it out, taking gulps of the hot, yellow baby boy piss down his throat.
Scotty, of course, is mesmerized and really turned on. He doesn't know much but he knows Eric likes Traci and Traci's a girl and... But Eric's lips on his little cock feel really good and he's kind of proud that this teenager thinks he's hot and wants to do "stuff" with him. Eric reaches around and grabs Scotty's ass in his hands and pulls him forward, so he's got the whole baby boy penis in his mouth as it squirts the last few shots of piss.
Eric pulls off and sits back on his haunches. "Fuck, little dude, that was hot! Thanks!" Scotty smiles and says, "That's okay."
"I've gotta piss, too. You wanna try some of mine? You don't have to, but... it feels really neat, you'll see. You drink old Bailey's piss?" Scotty says he doesn't, that Bailey only wants the boy's pee and doesn't ask Scotty to reciprocate. But if Eric says it's okay and feels neat, he'll do it.
For this Eric leads Scotty into the boys' room and into a toilet stall where he sits on the toilet, his thighs spread, dick hanging down. He tells Scotty to get on his knees in front of him, then holds up his cock and aims it at Scotty's face. The image is driving me nuts: still-sweaty, still-stinking teen jock naked on the toilet, with this hot then-9-year-old boy on the floor in front of him, waiting for him to piss. It comes suddenly, the first blast of Eric's piss and hits Scotty on his chin. Eric smiles and aims higher, so the next stream goes onto Eric's face, drips down onto his lips. Without thinking, Scotty licks his lips.
"Fuck yeah, little dude," Eric pants, "taste my fuckin' piss. You like that? Like the taste of my hot piss?" Scotty nods. "Open your mouth, Scott. Open." Scotty obeys and Eric sends the next jets of his jock piss right into the kid's mouth, down his throat. He sputters but manages to drink most of it. Eric stands up and points his dick at the boy in front of him and slips the head of it into Scotty's mouth so he can finish feeding him his piss. Scotty begins involuntarily sucking on it, liking the taste, even as he chokes a little because it's flowing so fast. Liking the way it smells. The way the locker room smells, and Eric and the toilet stall. His dickie is hard again and he stands up, dripping Eric's piss. He lets go an involuntary fart. He smiles and says "Sorry", but Eric doesn't mind. He doesn't think it's funny. He sniffs real hard, trying to get the stink of Scotty's fart up his nose.
"You hafta go, little dude? You know, poop?"
Scotty nods.
"Fuck yeah. You wanna hop up on the john and spread your little thighs and let me watch?"
"You wanna watch me poop?" Scotty says incredulous.
"Fuck yes, man, I do. I been thinkin' about dudes lately, and when I'm in here with the team and they're all naked and stinkin' and then one of them comes in here to take a shit, I wonder what it looks like. And now here you are, all naked and hot and I wanna watch you take a shit."
"Why?"
"Turns me on, I guess."
"Why?"
"Fuck, I don't know. It just does. Please, Scotty, please let me see you take a hot little shit."
Another fart bursts from Scotty's ass, but this time he doesn't smile. Eric picks him up and puts him on the toilet, spreading his thighs for him. He positions himself in front, legs wrapped around the base of the toilet, his dick hard again.
"Go on, little dude," Eric says hoarsely. "Shit."
Scotty strains a little, then pauses, then strains again and after a couple of seconds Eric can see the tip of the boy's turd, light brown, smooth. It slides out slowly, Scott's kiddie shit lips wrapped around it. Eric is stroking his cock and smelling the boy's poop and hearing it plop into the toilet, as another, softer turd comes sliding out. Then it stops and Scotty strains some more, pushes out another fart and then there's a rush of little boy soft serve, which pours into the toilet. Eric groans and Scotty sighs a little and Eric stands up and shoves his hard teen dick into Scotty's face. As he jerks it, huffing the stink of Scotty's nasty kidshit, he says "Play with my balls, little dude." Scotty reaches out and rubs Eric's balls, his little hand sliding back to Eric's taint. Eric gasps and speeds up his jerking. "Touch my asshole, Scotty. Please! Fuck! Touch my asshole!"
Scotty reaches a little farther back and touches the smooth, sticky teen shit hole. He automatically begins rubbing it with his fingertip.
"Oh, yeah, man, fuck yes! Get your little fingers all over my shitter! Stick your finger in!" Scotty obeys, sinking an index finger into Eric's anus, and within seconds Eric stiffens, rises up on his toes and shoots several volleys of warm teen spunk onto Little Dude's face. Scotty is taken a bit by surprise but licks the glob of Eric's cum that landed on his lower lip.
He thinks he likes it.
After a moment, Eric steps back, breathing hard. "Thanks, man," he says. "You okay? That was fuckin' awesome, little dude! You can swallow that, it's okay." Scotty gulps down Eric's cum then reaches for the toilet paper but Eric stops him, telling Scotty to turn around and bend over so Eric can inspect his ass.
The perfect, pale globes of the kid's butt are impossibly smooth, and Eric leans down to inspect, pulling the boy's cheeks apart. Inside the crack it's smeared with filth, stinky boy shit. Eric reaches out to touch Scotty's anus, rubbing it with an index finger, letting it slide into the tight ass to the first knuckle. Scotty winces but doesn't flinch and Eric pulls his finger out and regards the wet crap on the end of it. He sniffs it. Scotty turns around and looks at Eric.
Eric says, "Look at the beautiful shit, little dude. Out of your hot little ass." He huffs deeply again and, as Scotty watches incredulous, slides that finger into his mouth, sucking hard to get all that shitty goodness on his tongue, down his throat. He leans forward and gazes into the toilet where the kid's shit is floating. He almost thinks he could come again, but probably not. He stands.
"Listen, Scotty, this is just between you and me, right? Nobody needs to know. We'll have a hot secret between us. Cool, right?"
Scotty agrees. "Yeah, cool." But he's not convinced. When they've showered and gone back to Eric's locker to get dressed, he asks "Hey, Eric..."
"Yeah, what?"
"How come...? I mean you like girls, right?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Then how come... how come you like... me? And poop and pee and stuff?"
"Dunno, little dude. Traci sure as hell isn't into any of it. It's just, like, something I need sometimes. Makes me really hot! More hot than when I'm fuckin' Traci. Oops! Sorry."
Scotty giggles. "That's okay." Then, as he sits on the bench tying his sneakers, he gets serious. He thinks a moment, then says "Hey, Eric?"
"Yeah?"
"Could I...? I mean, sometime, would you let me... you know..."
"Know what, little dude?"
"Could I watch you, you know, poop?"
"Whoa! Really? That'd be fuckin' awesome! Havin' my little buddy watch me take a dump? Fuck yeah, Scott! Any time. You sure you want to?"
Scotty allows as how it made him tingle when Eric peed on him and his dick got all hard and the stuff shot out and he swallowed it. I think he had kind of a crush on Eric, really. Maybe he didn't know it, but he did.
We went back out to the deck to rejoin Bailey and Eileen.
"Where've you two been?" Bailey asked.
"Just talking," I said. "Getting a soda."
"There's soda out here," Eileen said.
"Oh, well... anyway..." My voice trailed off. Bailey looked at me, then Scotty, quizzically, as though he knew I wasn't telling the whole story.
Scotty and Eric got together a few more times over the next months, once again in the locker room, twice in Scotty's bathroom, once in the little bathroom in the basement of Eric's house. Each time a little raunchier. Eric always took time to play with Scotty's little asshole, first slipping a finger up inside, then a couple of fingers, then three, then four -- almost. Loosening him up. Scotty said he liked how it felt.
After their last session, they swapped dirty underwear. Scotty got a pair of Eric's y-fronts, stained yellow and brown, while Eric got a pair of Scotty's little, kid-size Fruit of the Looms, likewise stained and streaked. Scotty saved his trophy in a Zip-Loc bag under his pillow. Eric's piss and shit smells faded pretty quickly, but Scotty still liked taking it out of the bag and smothering his face with it, diddling with his three inches of kiddie cock, making himself feel real good.
So, here we are, a year later and I'm watching Scotty again. Eileen and Bailey were going to a big wedding, but Traci had resigned the babysitting game and Eileen couldn't find another she trusted, so Scotty, little scamp that he is, asked if it was okay if I watched him. It was a Saturday, and I really had a lot to do, but when Eileen called with the request, I couldn't say no.
Scotty and I had gotten together again a couple of times, quickies mostly but still so hot, so fucking hot! I always enjoyed getting my lips and tongue on that tiny, shit-scummy boy hole, drilling up inside, sucking, swallowing. He particularly liked squatting on my face while I lay back on the floor, his perfectly smooth butt cheeks spread open, the little anus on my lips. Eventually he got to where he would rub his ass on my face, smearing me with the residue of his last dump. He'd fart right into my mouth, feeding me his butt gas and occasional dollops of poop. Sometimes I'd feel him pissing on me, as I made out with his greasy little anus. But eventually, between his curiosity and my subtle hints, I got him to eat me out. It started out with me on my back on his bed, my butt hanging over the edge and Scotty kneeling in front of it. He'd lean in and start kissing all over my ass, then get closer and closer to my butthole, until he was kissing it. Little pecks at first, then real smooches, smacking his little boy lips on my big boy ass lips. I'd be jerking my cock like mad and would generally fart a couple of times before I came, sending splats of cum onto my chest, my neck, once even my face. That's how hot the little fucker made me. Further than that I decided I wouldn't take it. He had tasted my piss and eaten me out, so I figured I'd leave the actual, you know, snacks for another time.
It was early fall and still fairly hot for that time of year. The air conditioner in my car was on the fritz, so when I got to Scotty's (okay, Eileen's) I was sweating like mad and thirsty. I took one of Bailey's beers from the fridge and sat down at their kitchen table, rolling the cold bottle back and forth across my forehead.
"Damn, I wish your parents had a pool!" I said. "I could use a swim."
"Yeah," Scotty said. "Me, too." Then he brightened up. "Hey! Eric's got a pool at his house!"
This piqued my interest.
"Your... friend, Eric?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said. "Eric told me his dad's in the city working on some big deal or something, and his mom's out shopping with her girlfriend and he says they'll have a liquid lunch and she'll be gone for hours."
Glad as I was to hear that, I couldn't help wondering what was up with all these parents always being off somewhere while their children were being looked after by people like... well, me.
Scotty took out his phone (yes, he had one, nicer than mine, for Chrissake) and texted Eric, who texted right back: "Yeah! Come over!"
I said I wanted to stop by my apartment and get my swim trunks. Scotty advised me that at Eric's pool they didn't need swim trunks. I should have known.
So, we grabbed a couple bottles of water and got in the car. As we drove off Scotty asked, "So what's a liquid lunch?"
Eric lived in a pretty nice development outside of town, near a golf club. Not McMansions exactly, but pretty fancy: three or four bedrooms, chef's kitchen, media room, huge patio and an infinity pool. With a pool house. I parked in the circular drive and Scotty led me to the back of the house, down a sloping lawn to the pool. Eric was already there, lounging on a chaise. When Scotty saw him he ran down, calling Eric's name and waving his arms. Eric stood up and turned to meet the kid. Scotty jumped up into his arms and gave him a big hug around the neck. They looked to all intents and purposes like brothers who hadn't seen each other in a long time.
I made my way down to them. "Hey, man!" Eric said, favoring me with a broad smile that deepened his dimples. He was a little shorter than I remembered. I had met him a couple of times at Eileen and Bailey's, when they would have a backyard barbeque and invite the neighborhood, which always included Traci and her parents, and Eric, the boyfriend. His hair needed cutting, and the dark curls spilled down around his ears and over his forehead.
By the time I got to the pool Scotty was already stripping off his clothes. Eric, oddly, was wearing a pair of tight, which baseball pants, the knicker type that end just below the knee. He was clearly going commando, too, and that was all he had on. After a minute, Scotty was naked except for his sneakers, and the two of them told me I should strip as well. Not wanting to be the odd man out, I did.
"You want a beer, man?" Eric asked. I said I wouldn't mind and he led us to the pool house, where there was a small kitchen. He opened the mini fridge and pulled out two Heinekens, one for me and one for him. He opened them and handed one to me.
"Your parents know you drink their beer?" I asked.
"I guess so," he said. "If they caught me, they'd prob'ly shit, but as long as they don't see... you know."
Eric went into the living area where there were a bamboo settee and armchair, actual vintage pieces with cushions covered in palm-frond-bird-of-paradise-printed fabric. Real "Golden Girls" stuff. He sprawled on the settee, one leg draped over the arm. I sat in the armchair while Scotty sat on the floor in front of his idol. Eric fixed me with a look.
"So," he said, "seems like you like the same kinda fun me and the little dude here like, huh?"
"I don't know what youÑ" I began.
"Don't gimme that," Eric cut me off. "Scott told me how you and him have been playin' around. Sounds fuckin' hot!" He grinned.
I looked at Scotty. "You said you weren't going to tell anybody!"
"Yeah," Scotty said, "but... but since Eric liked it too, I figured it'd be okay."
"It's not okay, Scott," I said. "I'm really mad!"
"Aw, c'mon," Eric said. "Anyways, his old manÑI mean his stepdad's into it, too, you know? I mean, we could have some fun, the four of us, sometime. Whaddya think?" He smiled wickedly, the full lips opening slightly to reveal his two front teeth with their little gap between. And, of course, there were the dimples. Then he winked and, reaching between his legs, started to massage what appeared to be a slowly growing hardon. Scott was at Eric's feet and had an arm wrapped around his right leg, rubbing the hairy calf with his little fingers.
I had to admit, pissed as I was at Scott, it sounded intriguing. I had started chubbing up myself, watching little Scott fondling Eric's leg, Eric groping himself through the baseball pants.
He looked between my legs at the evidence of my excitement. "Wanna play?" His grin widened. Then he looked down at Scotty. "Wanna play, little dude?" The boy looked up, grinning, and nodded emphatically. With that Eric stood up and went into the bathroom. Scott scrambled to his feet and followed. I got up and walked over and stood in the doorway to the bath.
"I've really got to take a wicked shit, man," Eric said.
"Can I watch?" Scotty asked.
"Yeah, little dude, bet your sweet ass you can watch." Eric looked at me. "You wanna watch, too?" In spite of myself I smiled and nodded. "Then come on in, dude!" As I stepped into the bathroom Eric turned around to face away from Scotty and me. "Get down there behind me, sit down." Scotty sat behind Eric, his legs out in front of him. Then the teen squatted slightly so that his ass was in front of Scott's face. He farted and became very still. I got down behind Scotty to watch what was going to happen.
The baseball pants were nylon, white, polyester double-knit unless I missed my guess, and stretched invitingly over Eric's luscious butt. There was another almost silent fart, then I heard Eric grunt slightly and say "Here it comes, guys. Aaaaah, fuck yeah!" With that there was a quiet crackling sound and the seat of those baseball pants started to fill with Eric's teen boy dump. The pants got wetter and wetter and, as the shit squeezed out, Eric let loose with a ration of piss that dribbled down the inside of the legs of the pants, down his calves onto the floor.
"Smell it, little dude?" Eric said.
"Yeah, Eric! Smells awesome!"
"Then get your face in there. Right on my ass. Smell it, ya dirty li'l fuck!"
Scott did as he was told, pressing his face right onto the soggy, shit-filled seat of the teen's pants. He wrapped his arms around Erics knees to support himself, then began rubbing his face back and forth on the growing, mushy mound inside Eric's baseball pants. Scotty's bald little dick was hard as a nail.
I squatted behind Scotty and breathed in the aroma of the hot, dirty teen jock's crap, which slowed eventually. "You like that?" Eric growled.
"Yes," I said. "Fuck yes."
"Yeah, bet you do. How you doin' back there, little dude?"
"Great!" Scotty mumbled into the drooping pants seat. He had been licking it and sniffing and eventually let go of Eric's legs and started pushing it around with his hands. Eric bent forward a bit more and, hooking his thumbs in the waistband, slowly began pulling the baseball pants down, revealing a creamy white butt. As the crack of his ass came into view we could see the shit filling it, spread all over his butt cheeks, the backs of his thighs, and the serious brown mound inside the pants. "My shit, dudes," Eric said. "My hot, fuckin' jock shit."
"Fuckin' jock shit," Scotty said, barely suppressing a giggle. He was really into it, that much was obvious. And who am I kidding, so was I. I got to my knees next to Scotty and leaned in. The boy had already poked a finger into the mass inside the pants and, as I knelt, he offered it to me to smell. I took his hand and pulled the finger under my nose, taking a deep, deep breath. Suddenly Scotty stuck his shitty little finger between my lips and I tasted Eric's teen boy waste. Smooth, bitter, I sucked it down. Scotty went back for more, this time with two fingers and held them up between us. He had a good, heavy dollop of jock shit on those fingers and we both leaned in to suck some off, taste and swallow.
Eventually Eric pulled the baseball pants back up and told Scotty to lay down on his back. The little boy did as he was told Ð he couldn't refuse his idol Ð and once in place Eric backed up a little, then squatted down and pressed the seat of his pants, filled with hot, light brown teenboy ass waste, right onto his little friend's face. I knelt there, pulling on my hard, leaky cock, watching as Eric ground the stinking mass onto the kid's face, his nose and mouth. Scotty was having a little trouble breathing, I thought, but it didn't deter him from enjoying the warm, wet stink of the shit mush packed into the teen's pants.
"Yeah," I said, "feed him the shit, man. Give him all your fuckin' turds, right in his little boy face, man."
"Right?" Eric said from above me somewhere. "Kid loves it. Loves smellin' it, kissing it. Right, little dude?" Scotty mumbled his assent as Eric ground down some more. His piss had mingled with his dump and streaks of brown liquid started dribbling down Scotty's cheeks. He writhed and pumped his hips, his little boy boner sticking straight up. Suddenly Eric rose a little and, pulling the pants down past his thighs to his knees, he was able to almost immediately push his shitty bare ass back down onto his little playmate's face. Scotty's adorable face was obliterated by the copious pack of crap, but after a moment I heard the undeniable smacking sounds that mean Scotty was actually eating Eric's shit.
"Yeah, fuck, little dude!" Eric spat. "Suck on my turds. My fuckin' wet, pissy shit. Make out with it. Dig your little tongue in it!" I got closer to Scotty's face and could see that he was, indeed, sucking the noxious paste into his mouth.
Eric was pulling on his nothing-to-sneeze-at 16-year-old cock. Every so often he'd reach down and tug on Scotty's dicklet which was still rock hard. "C'mon over here," Eric said to me. "Suck on your little pal's baby boner, man." I went around in front of Eric and knelt there, about to lower my face to Scotty's bald little penis when I noticed that he was, for some reason, still wearing his Converse sneakers. I decided I wanted him totally naked, so I pulled the sneakers off his feet, and became very aware Ð in spite of the shit stink in the room -- of the sweaty smell. I put one of the sneakers to my nose and took a deep breath in. Pure heaven, like poppers. I huffed both those stinky sneakers, then pulled his left foot to my nose and inhaled. Such smooth fucking skin, perfect little toes Ð and sticky with sweat. I took the big toe between my lips and sucked the raunch off it. Scotty was surprised by my move and laughed a little into the sludge of Eric's dump, until he realized it felt really good. I stuck my tongue in between the big toe and the next, then licked the sole, licking up the little boy stink. I kissed the arch, then stuck all five dirty little toes in my mouth, sucking the sweaty, cheesy flavor off them, then went to the other foot and did the same. Then I crawled between his legs and went down on him, aware of the hot 16-year-old with the baseball pants full of fragrant shit above me. I took Scotty's baby boy boner between my lips and almost immediately, in spite of it being hard enough to cut glass, he started to piss. I got the whole thing in my mouth and let the little boy pee right down my throat.
Scotty's hips jerked upward and he gasped, as well as he could, into the still warm mess of bowel waste stuck between his idol's butt cheeks. At the same time I was almost level with Eric's stiff dick. It had streaks of brown on it, where he had used his own crap as lube. He stroked it a few more times then stood up. He looked down at little Scotty's shit smeared face and said, "What next, little dude? Whatcha want to do?" He grinned at Scotty's shit-smeared face. The kid looked up and, without hesitating, asked "Will you put your dick inside me?"
Eric laughed. "Hell yeah," he said, "I'd love to get my cock up inside your little heiney. You sure you wanna try it again?"
Scotty nodded. Eric explained.
"I've been trying to fuck the little dude but it's kinda tough, you know? I mean, I'm not like huge or anything, but the kid's sweet little butt hole is soooo fuckin' tight! But we keep tryin', right?" Scotty nodded, smiling.
I wasn't sure it was such a good idea, but Scotty seemed to have his mind made up, and if they had been trying...
Eric lowered the toilet seat and instructed Scotty to get on his knees, leaning on the toilet for support, sweet little ass in the air. Eric got out of the shit filled baseball pants and knelt behind his little buddy, aiming his shitty dick at Scotty's baby bunghole. He pushed a little, paused, then pushed again, paused, pushed again. Eventually he had about a third of his pretty impressive teen meat up inside the 10-year-old's anus. He pumped a few times and I heard Scotty whimper. Then Eric pulled out, slowly, and pointed to the kid's asshole, which was still wide open. "Look at that, man! So fuckin' hot!" Then he inserted himself again and drilled up inside a little farther, then pulled out again, showing me Scotty's gaping hole. Unable to contain myself, I got down right behind our boy and leaned in, running the tip of my index finger along the circumference of Scott's poop hole. So open and inviting.
"Go on, dude," Eric encouraged. "See if you can get your tongue up there!" I knew I could, of course, and I knew I wanted to. I pressed my nose into Scotty's ass crack and found the smooth, dirty hole with my tongue, which slipped in with no trouble. Scotty gasped and moaned as I tongue fucked him, drilling in far enough to encounter a bit of Scotty turd up inside. Next thing I know, Eric is sliding his cock into the anus I'm hungrily drilling with my tongue so we're both fucking Scotty. This time Eric doesn't pull out, but keeps on fucking, slowly, taking his time. I go a bit lower and start lapping at Scotty's hairless taint. As Eric's fucking intensifies, he starts pulling out bits of the kid's shit, loose and wet, which oozes slowly out and down to my lapping tongue. After a couple of minutes, though, Eric starts fucking the kid in earnest, slamming his hips forward, driving his probably leaking dick up into the little boy's turds. He's sweating, holding Scotty by the hips, seriously fucking. Scotty is whimpering, moaning, making guttural noises that tell me he's enjoying this, even if it hurts.
"I can feel your turds, little dude! Fuckin' your hot, li'l boy shit turds, man. Aaaggh, fuck! Fuck!" With each "fuck!" he slams into Scotty's bowels, hard. "Make me cum, little dude! Make me cum with your sweet little asshole, okay? Squeeze me, squeeze on my big dick with your shitter, baby! Milk my cock with your asshole, you little fuck! Dirty little kid eatin' SHIT! Gettin' FUCKED! Feedin' us your BOY TURDS! Oh, baby boy, I love suckin' down your boy turds, oh fuck! FUCK!" Eric was slamming up into Scotty's rectum pretty hard, but Scotty took it like a champ, his first real fucking. Soon he was in the groove too.
"Fuck my turds, Eric! Oh, I love it when you fuck my turds!"
"I'm mashin' up all that hot boy poop up there, little dude! Gettin' it all over my cock, all mushy and nasty, mashed up baby boy poop, fucker!" The filthy talk was having its effect on Eric and on me. I was stroking my hardon slowly, not wanting to cum too quick. But it wasn't easy.
Then Eric took Scotty by the hips and pulled him back, managing to sit on the bathroom floor, then lie back and stretch out, all with his dick still firmly inside Scotty's ass. Somehow, he managed to turn the kid around so that Scotty was facing him, squatting and bouncing on his idol's shit-smeared cock. He held the boy up off his crotch so he could slam his dick up inside, again and again, hard, fucking for all he was worth. "Fuck, little dude, your hole is so fuckin' tight, man! Fuck yourself on it, Scott, that's it, milk it with yer little boy shit hole." I was down on the floor with them, between Eric's stretched-out legs, watching his shitty boner disappear again and again between those plump ass cheeks, up into the 10-year-old's hole.
When he pulled out, I could see streaks of Scotty's shit on the shaft of his dick. I got closer and was almost able to lick Eric's balls where some of his shit had gotten stuck. I'd had a taste, but I wanted more. I reached out and scraped underneath Eric's nuts with two fingers to collect a good lump of the boy's crap. Turning back to the furious fucking going on, I slid those fingers into my mouth and tasted Eric's amazing, still-warm dump, sloshing it around in my mouth before I swallowed.
I was as turned on and hard as I'd ever been, Scotty's whimpers and moans only serving to fan the flames. "FUCK, little dude! FUCK! Tight little boy pussy, tight little shitter on my cock, yeah! Work it with your ass you dirty little fuck, squeeze! SQUEEZE IT! Yeah, that's it, milk it... milk the cum..."
"Yeah, Scotty," I said, rasping into his ear. His face was contorted with pleasure. "Squeeze your little asshole on Eric's big boy cock, okay? Squeeze it hard so Eric can cum up inside your shitter. He wants to breed your fuckin' turds, right Eric?"
"Fuck YES! I'm gonna breed those little kid turds, man!"
"Shoot all up inside him... little kid turds!"
"Fucking little... unh! KID...unh! TURDSÑ" Eric couldn't finish because he was cumming, shooting up inside Scotty's bowels. "Fuck, I'm cumming, cumming, fuck! Cumming in little dude's ass! Fuck! Fuck! AH, FUCK!" He slammed upward a couple more times, then lay back, panting. After a few seconds Scotty rose, slowly, allowing Eric's now softening cock to slide out of his hole.
"Get on your knees, little dude," Eric instructed. Scotty did as he was told, kneeling at the toilet again, offering his freshly fucked ass to me. He looked back at me over his shoulder. "You want to lick my ass, Uncle Mike?"
I just nodded and pressed my face into the cleft between Scotty's cheeks, spreading them with my hands and opening the kid's still gaping anus. I pressed my face right into his lovely, hairless, well-fucked, shit smelling kiddie ass, snorted a couple of times, then dug my tongue into the still wide-open fuck hole. He pushed his ass back as I licked and dug and sucked out the mix of his mashed-up boy turds, made better with the gobs of Eric's hot cum. Eric stood and stepped over to me and pulled my face out of Scotty's ass. "Look what else I got for you, fucker." He was offering me his limp cock, still leaking a thread of cum and heavily streaked with boy crap. I took it into my mouth and sucked it, sucked it clean. I was still jacking my cock furiously as I feasted on the filthy dick in my mouth.
Scotty stood up. "Looks like Little Dude's still got a fuckin' boner there, dontcha, Scott?" Eric said. Scotty nodded as he played with the few inches of stiff boy cock. "Uncle Mike'll take care of that, right?"
I was ready and willing. I crawled over and took the kid's stiffie between my lips, sucking on just the smooth, purple head which had started to leak piss. I looked up at the boy, his 10-year-old face smeared with Eric's shit, his just-fucked ass farting out the last of the cum enema he'd just been given. Liquidy boy shit ran down the insides of his thighs as I engulfed his whole dickie in my mouth and lovingly sucked him, while jamming a finger up his hole, over and over, fucking him again until he cried out and almost lost his balance, the orgasm dry but intense.
That left me still hard and in need of release. I knew what I wanted. I got hold of Eric's baseball pants, stretched out on the bathroom floor and pressed the seat of those pants on my face as I furiously jacked off. Then I turned it inside out and began pulling lumps of Eric's jock shit into my mouth with my tongue. I was eating hot Eric's hot turds, looking up at him and his still dripping, crap smeared cock. Then I heard Scotty.
"Let's pee on him, Eric! He really likes pee!"
"Awesome, little dude, you are fuckin' awesome! Fuck yes, I'll piss on him." And with that they both aimed their cocks at me and let loose, washing my chest and belly with their hot piss, which I incorporated into the sewerage I was using for lube. After a minute, Eric stood over me, feet on either side of my torso, then lowered himself, aiming is pissing cock at my face. I opened my mouth and the boy sat on my chest, still pissing. I could feel the still sticky shit all over Eric's ass as he ground it into me. I managed to get the head of his cock between my lips and sucked the piss out of him
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," I groaned. In a flash Eric raised himself up and, moving forward, sat his filthy ass down on my face, his craphole right on my mouth. I managed to tongue a few morsels of his amazing dump into my mouth, jacking myself to a shattering climax, my open mouth open wide to receive a warm, messy fart that shot a spray of semi-liquid crap down my throat as I shot. And shot. And shot.