Shampiss and Shampoo

Gay Adult/Youth Gay Urination

SHAMPISS AND SHAMPOO by Boy Ahoy

M/b ws scat b9. And in case you don't know, scat means shit.

Disclaimer: This is fiction. Although there are pockets of decadence out there, on no account seek them out to stick your cock in the shitty boy-toys they contain. Drive quickly past them, wipe them from your mind, and go home to your wife and have missionary position sex only when needed for procreation. Fill up the earth! Produce lots of delicious... I mean healthy, cock-craving boys... no! Healthy, heterosexual abstinent offspring, is what I am trying to say.

Serious warning: This is total, utter, fiction. It also is HEAVY on the filth. It touches on the taboo of using a fictional child with fictional special needs. If you can't stomach that, please skip this one. I repeat: This is FICTION.

Author's note: This is fiction. Thanks to all the readers who have shared their fantasies, their experiences and encouragement to write more fiction - I cherish and answer every email I get! A special thanks to JTP for a little dialogue help and shared filthasizing on this one. You are truly a special boy. Oh, and did I mention that this is fiction?

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Enough with the fiction... no, MORE fiction! On with the story:

I was driving aimlessly through the country when I came across a campground, badly signposted and not in any traveller's guide. I drove up to the reception, and was a bit taken aback by the obvious disrepair of the place. The garbage bins were overflowing, and there seemed to be no attendant in service. I was about to turn around and drive on, when something caught my eye.

Outside a run-down camper, a few men were sitting, drinking beer. It was hot, and they were only wearing jeans, displaying a variety of upper bodies, from toned to obese. A boy, about eight or nine, wearing only what looked like dirty, beige pajama pants, came over to one of the men, who lifted him up to sit astride his lap. For a moment I could see that the seat of his pajama pants were wet, and in the middle was an irregular, dirty dark brown area.

The man then kissed the boy. I didn't mean a little "poor boy, daddy loves you even if you had an accident" peck on the cheek. They smooched, the boy wrapping his sun-tanned arms around the man's neck. Another man said something I couldn't hear, and they all laughed, while yet another man grabbed his own crotch and kneaded it. Then the kissers went inside the camper, possibly to clean up the mess. Or...

That decided it. I had to discover more about this campground, and hopefully more about the boy. I exited the car, and after a short conversation with one of the remaining men, was shown a pretty shabby spot to park my camper van.

• I have to warn you, the man said. -This bunch parties hard, and there are lots of kids running around making noise. We mostly get single fathers here, since we like having a good time better than prettying up the place. Women tend to dislike that.

• No problem, I said. - A bit of dirt never hurt anyone, and I ain't looking for a woman. I think I'll fit right in with... the boys, I said, fishing a little.

• Yeah? he said, looking at me shrewdly. - Well, make sure you don't go where you're not invited, he said. - The fathers tend to look after their property.

Message received.

After putting up the canopy to shield my table and chairs from the scorching sun, I went in search for the showers. They were just as shabby as the rest of the campground. Inside, I found a curious setup: two shower heads on one wall, two cubicles with toilets on the other. The doors to the cubicles were long gone. The toilets had no seats, you placed your rump right on the porcelain. The none too clean porcelain, stained as it was with brown smears and dried yellow piss.

The walls were filthy, too, both literally and figuratively. Graffiti depicting crudely drawn tiny boys impaled on large dicks, and outrageous claims: "I fuked my boy here it was goood", "Roger ate my shit", "cum take me tonite Ollie 10 yrs spot B14". But there was one special feature which drew my eye. Two small, brown handprint smears above the toilet. As if someone had fucked a child standing on the toilet, supporting himself on the wall with his hands. Covered in shit.

What was this place?

I went to the wall connecting the shower wall and the toilet wall. There were some pegs for hanging your clothing. I stepped out of my shorts and hung them and my towel carefully as I didn't want whatever was on the floor on them. Naked but for my flip-flops I approached the shower heads and twisted the handle. A weak trickle of tepid water issued.

• Aw, you gotta be kidding me! I said to myself.

• Yeah, they sure save on the water bill here, a deep voice said behind me. I turned. It was the kissers.

I tend to notice boys more than men. Close up, I could see that the boy in the filthy pajamas was about eight or nine, as I first had clocked him. The man was big, about 40, and his jeans were no cleaner. A few badly-done tattoos adorned his arms and hairy chest. He nodded to me as he moved to the free shower-head. He guided the boy to stand between us, and the shower-heads were so close that the boy's shoulder was pressed into my hips.

• Hi. Joe here. This here is my boy, Sequoia. Sec for short. He may be a few marbles short of a full sack, but I sure love him.

I nodded back.

• Brett.

He pulled off his jeans and threw them at the wall, then turned to Sec, who just stood there, staring at a point slightly to one side of me. Joe sat down on his haunches, and pulled down the dirty pajama pants. A hard, thin boy cock appeared, with a tiny ball sack caked with poop. Joe then threw the pants on top of his own on the dirty floor.

The boy was filthy. I could smell his strong boy-scent, the sweat in his hair, the poop in his crotch. I could see brown streaks all over his face and body, where he had touched himself. The father turned the handle of the remaining shower head, and shook his head at the pathetic drippings that appeared. Picking up the bottle of shower gel from the floor, he squirted out some and started grinding it into the boys' matted, long hair.

His dick was right at the level of his son's head, now half hard, rubbing along his son's cheek. The boy sniffed, smelling man cock, and came out of his vacant stare. He turned his head, opened his mouth and sucked Joe's impressive cockhead into his mouth. The cock firmed up and was straining at the boy's upper lips. Joe looked me in my eyes, challenging me to say something, his cock moving slightly in his son's mouth with the rhythm of him rubbing the shower gel into the hair. Then he looked down at my groin. My own cock had become rock hard. I just couldn't help it.

• Not now, Sec, he said and pulled his hips back from the boy's mouth with a wet pop.

The boy turned and was face to face with my cock, pointing at his cute button nose. He stared at it, then grabbed it, squeezed it gently, as a connoisseur evaluating a precious item, then pulled it down to smell the cock-head. The stimulation made my penis expel sticky pre-cum. The boy stuck out his tongue and tasted it.

• This damn trickle doesn't do a thing, Joe said and stuck his cock into the boy's long soapy hair. - I'll have to help out. Put your head back, Sec.

Sec tilted his head backward. And just like that Joe started pissing in the hair. He worked up a shower gel/piss lather, now gyrating his hips, piss-fucking Sec's long, dirty hair with short squirts. Sec stood there, head backwards, eyes fixed on my cock. The yellow shower took all the soap with it and ran into his ass crack.

• Mmmmm, Sec hummed, the first sound I'd heard him make. He was now masturbating his thin dirty cock, releasing a heady smell of old boy pee to go with his fathers' strong, fresh horsepiss and the perfume of the shower gel. Pine, I thought. Pinecones and piss.

The father's piss stream trickled out. He lifted the arm Sec wasn't masturbating furiously with and started rubbing the armpit with his soapy/pissy hand, and said:

• Listen, can you help me out here? I used up all my piss in his hair. Piss quick and pinch it shut. Save some for inside.

I was a bit stunned, but really horny, and needed to take a fearsome piss anyway. Besides, the kid was cute as hell, special needs or not, so I let go. My faucet splashed a squirt of hot, yellow piss in his armpit, droplets ricochetting onto his chest and face. It hurt a little to stop so quickly, but what the heck - the promise of "inside" was worth a little cockhurt. The boy licked his lips and said -Mmmmm... again, then reached for my cock and opened his mouth. Yes! I thought. But no.

• Wait, Sec, we still need to do the rest, his dad said and lifted the masturbating arm. Sec quickly grabbed his baby cock with his left hand and continued to jerk it. It seemed he was ambidextrous, at least in pleasing himself.

• Now here, Joe told me, rubbing the other hairless armpit.

I flushed that one too, a bit frustrated that he didn't let the boy suck me. The boy seemed to be impatient too, as he grabbed my cock, still pissing, and bent forward, swallowing piss.

• Whoa, whoa, Buffalo Bill, his dad reminded me again. - Pinch that thing off, straight-shooter. Don't waste it all on the outside skeet shoot. He's gonna need his guts cleaned out in a minute here. I'm counting on you to flood him where it counts. I pinched off immediately. My cock complained loudly about stopping in midstream like that, but I would have slammed my dick in a car door at that point to get into his son's dirty little tail.

Joe pulled Sec back and turned him around, his small feet splishing on the floor. The special boy quickly grabbed his father's boner and forced the big cock-head into his small mouth. Joe bent over Sec's back and started to root around the boy's shit caked asshole. A powerful aroma of shitty boy ass and soap wafted against me.

• Great, he said, gyrating his hips a little, using his sucking son, and continued: - Now I'll lather up his butt crack and scrub a layer of scum off his slit, can you piss that off for me too? Just a squirt, remember!

He lathered him up, finger fucking him a little in the process. His finger came out brown. Then he pulled the boy's two bubble cheeks apart. His large hands completely enclosed the small orbs, and displayed the grungy scum of soap and dissolved boy shit around the slightly open hole with a dark, puffy, well-trained anus ring around it.

I let loose a powerhose jet at the boy's grungy butt crack, straight at his hole, like aiming the gun at the carnival game. I was pissing at his starfish so hard I swear I was pissing into his ass, then stopped again. "Oh, come ON!" my aching bladder screamed at me.

Sec grunted around his father's cockhead, and his dripping hole shat out a couple of pea-sized nuggets. He grabbed his ass and pulled back from his father, then walked to the corner and sat down on his haunches with his back to us, like a little monkey wanting privacy.

His dad and I watched and stroked our cocks as he squatted grunting. My piss had showered away the crud around his ass-cunt, and now it opened and closed a few times. His anus had a dark ring around it, evidence that it had been visited by a massive invader recently, and my bet was on the fat tool his father was masturbating next to me. Then a brown, glistening mass started appearing. The cunt ring widened... and widened...

• Uuuuuuh, he grunted, straining. A squirt of piss splatted the wall in front of him as he tried to expel the turd. Sec relaxed, the tip of the brown sausage slid back in, and the hole closed. The little boy sat there breathing, gathering strength to try again.

• That's my turd he's trying to shit out, Joe said to me conversationally as he jerked his daddy cock. - I'm pretty proud of it. It's a hefty log, and I fucked it in pretty deep last night.

Sec tried again. He was masturbating his little cock as he groaned. The turd expanded his anus, and slowly slid out. Soon a stiff log of compact daddyshit stood erect out of his body, looking like a cock fucking him from the inside out. He paused again, and when he pushed more, the log broke and splunked down on the dirty tiles.

More shit began appearing, the log becoming softer, and soon streamed out of his white little monkey ass as he jerked himself furiously. It swirled around and made its own tidy pile on top of his daddy's recycled log, with a twist on top, like soft serve ice cream. Like brown frozen custard.

• Hot, isn't it? the dad asked me proudly. - I've been watching that come out of him since day one!

I could only nod. A strong smell of man and boy shit filled the room. The sight of the little boy pleasuring himself as he defecated was so dirty, strange and erotic that I was about to cum. I let go of my cock. Joe continued slowly fondling his shit compactor.

• Uh uh uh uh, Sec panted, and suddenly his asshole clamped shut, then pulsed several times as the little boy seemed to cum.

• Guuuh, he said and stopped masturbating.

• Did you have a nice shit cum, my little poop head? his father asked tenderly.

• He often does that when he shits, he said to me. - Come here and let the piss man clean your fuckhole, baby, he said to his son.

The boy was breathing fast. He got up gingerly, and as he turned he stepped in his pile of shit, mashing it, and slipping sideways. I instinctively reached out and grabbed his arm, steadying him. It wasn't difficult, as he weighed next to nothing.

He walked the few steps to stand passively in front of his father, one foot leaving small shitprints on the floor. Although he had had his dry cum, his stiff boy penis was sticking out, but at the moment he wasn't touching it.

His big, strong father lifted him up like he was a feather, one hand on his pissy, shitty butt, and kissed him deeply. The kid wrapped his legs around his father's hips and hugged him closely with his hands around his neck, kissing him back while making mmmmm-sounds.

Sec's stiff pee-pee and poopy balls rubbed against his father's pole. Joe now held him with both hands on the boy's butt, pulled back from the kiss and stared lovingly into his special son's eyes to say:

• Good boy, you fucked my whole log out again, and it looked like a good hard cum. In a few years you will piss out tons of your little babymakers, like daddy does. Make more special little shitboys like yourself. Now we'll get the rest of it out. Brett, flush it out, please. Go deep.

Sec's shitty hole was being exposed at just the right height for my cock by Joe's large hands on his boy's ass cheeks. I moved in and gripped the little boy's hips, and my dickhead kissed the poop in his cunt-opening.

I started pissing. "Finally!" my bladder sighed, and did its best to piss a hole straight through the boy and out his nostrils. His father pushed him against my cock hard, and my rushing piss stream was piped through the warm, poopy elastic ring, churning up the boy shit inside. His stomach gurgled loudly, like a washing machine being filled up.

I pushed harder, and as my cock-head flopped into the boy's deliciously slimy poop-chute, I buried my nose in his pissy hair.

Sec was squeezed between our bodies, creating a warm pocket of shitty boy stink. His father went back to deep kissing the love of his life, and the boy enthusiastically kissed back as I pushed further and further into the goopy boy canal. His anus muscle squeezed my cock tight, concentrating my urine jet, and I moved my hand to his stomach, feeling it grow as it got pregnant with a pint of my piss. Joe the father was grinding his large cock against his son's stiffy as he tried to throat-fuck the child with his tongue.

Finally I felt my hips hit the rough daddy-fingers holding the boy up. I was all the way inside the child, my personal piss-bottle. His stomach rumbled loudly with gloopy sounds, and I let my cock be slowly pushed out by the pressure.

The boy pushed, and some piss and goes shit spattered out around my dick against my crotch and stomach. I gathered some of the shitty goo with my hand, and reached around the boy. Then I gripped the two cocks grinding against each other - the tiny one, jutting out from Sec, and the gnarly, thick one, connected to his father. I squeezed them messily together, as I started fucking back in.

It felt like Joe and I were merging together into the boy, using our piss and pre-cum to melt him into our bodies. This childfuck was better than any high, so stinky, so steamy, so warm, so tight I just couldn't help fuck harder. My thrusts pushed the boy's bulging piss-full stomach into his daddy's thick cock, and that made the boy stomach jet squirts of shitty piss on my crotch, squeezing itself past my now brownish dick, run down my legs and splat yellow-brown lumpy goo on the tiles. The boy threw his head back and gasped for air, and the father panted as his cock slid between hand, boy-dick and boy tummy:

• Yeah! Flush my special little shitboy. Root him out good. He had way too much saved up inside there all day. I don't know what he's saving it for...

I started pumping. My hip thrusts jolted the boy, and shoved the little and big cock squeezed together through my shit-lubed gripping hand, masturbating them together. I slammed into the child ass hard, and my fingers felt his hard little boy dick hum as it started jetting piss into his father's face and his own. We rhythmically spread ass muck and child piss all over the shower, as the boy donated electric bursts of pleasure to my cock. Flecks of sticky piss and shit sprayed our bodies and the tiles.

The boy came first, contractions squeezing my dick hard and boy dick squeezing off his piss stream.

• Aaah aaah aaah ahhhh ahhhh, he moaned as his whole body orgasmed, his little boy nail pulsing in my fingers as his ass muscle milked my dick.

• Hold him! his daddy shouted. I let go of the dicks and grabbed Sec's hips, humping him like a mindless dog, as the father dropped his son, stepped back and started slinging ropes of thick daddycum all over us.

• Aaaah! I love... Aaaaah! Cumming.... Aaaaah! On my special little..... Aaaaah! Special shitboy! Aaaaaaaah! Daddy's got... Special needs too, baby... Daddy's... NGGGH... GOT... SPECIAL... NEEDS!

Sec now hung bent double, limp as a ragdoll, his head and arms dangling as hot daddycum came flying at us and stuck to our bodies. I slammed him harder, smelling the cum mixing with the shit and piss odours steaming up the shower room, jerking myself off with the dangling boy.

My balls felt like they were boiling, and I suddenly felt dizzy as all the blood went from my head and into my cock, making it even harder, wider, blocking the piss from running out around it. I stopped breathing as I felt my cock start pissing what felt like a three foot pole of semen rushing through my cock and into the boy.

• Guuuuuh! PISS! I shouted incoherently. -PISS CUM IN YOU BOY SHIT CUM!

A second spurt made my hands weak, and the boy slipped out of my shit-slick hands. The father grabbed his arm just in time, his cock drooling slime in Sec's hair, as my cock was the only thing that held him up at the other end. My knees trembled from the third spurt.

• Fuck... I said weakly, as the boy slowly slid off my pumping pole, my fading orgasm drooling a few sticky blobs on Sec's skinny back.

I just stood there panting as Joe grinned and tried to put Sec the right way up. He kissed the cummy face of his boy.

• I love you so much, Joe said to Sec in a low voice, and hugged him close. - You are my special little shitboy, you know that, don't you?

The boy hugged him back and leaned his head on his father's shoulder. I was completely forgotten. I envied them that closeness.

The room looked like a manure wagon had exploded in it.

Sec had resumed his vacant stare, and his father retrieved the dirty pajama pants and put him back into them, kindly, tenderly, talking to him softly the whole time. He hugged Sec to his chest again. Rubbing his pajama clad bottom, telling him what a good boy he was.

The boy then left us without a word, trailing pissy, shitty and cummy little foot prints. He let out a wet, flappy fart, and brownish liquid ran down his thigh. It was instantly absorbed by the inside fabric of his crusty pajama leg, like a piece of bread sopping up gravy. I still wasn't quite sure how many marbles the boy played with, but he sure didn't seem to notice he was still shitting himself as he walked quietly away.

I looked down at my own body. It was filthy, with lots of little shit pellets and ass scum. My cock was a slimy brown! I moved towards the feeble shower, but his father reached out and shut them down.

• Whoa, tiger. Come on back to our camper. He'll do that for you. No need to do it manually. He'll finish what he starts.

He just pulled on his jeans and left. I put on mine, wincing as they soaked up the filth on my body, then gathered my things and followed, wondering what kind of alternate reality I had entered.

I turned and looked at the shit disaster. When I came in, I thought it was impossible for a camp facility to get any dirtier. I was wrong.

Whoah! That was pretty messy. Don't say I didn't warn you. I love feedback, fantasies, experiences - which sometimes turn into stories like this. Thanks again to everyone that have written to me, and to repeat: I answer all emails. Short or long, drop me a note on mj290858@riseup.net . If you want, I'll send you a list of my other stories.