A Most Unusual Childhood

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A MOST UNUSUAL CHILDHOOD

BY ROBERT GLYNN

I was born on the first day of September 1959, on the cusp of a time of great change in America, indeed in the world.

My father, Dr. Philip Lafitte, was a Professor of Geography at a small, elite, private, college in Vermont.

My mother, Lucretia D'Angelo, was a successful portrait artist, and the sweetest woman I have ever known. Her life as an artistic woman, in touch with her emotions and body, and empathetic toward others, contrasted dramatically with my academic, intellectual, distracted, and unemotional father who devoted himself entirely to the life of the mind.

My parents separated and divorced before I could remember when they were ever married. I lived with my mother alone from the age of two, until I was nine years old, when our family was joined by her female lover, Sandra Costello, a professional, and acclaimed, opera singer.

Shortly after my tenth birthday, my mother sat me down and explained she was going to join Sandra on her world tour, and that I would be moving to join my, till then virtually unknown, father at the college where he taught. "I've been lucky enough to have you for ten years, Luke, now it's your Father's turn," I remember my Mother saying.

The College, where my father taught, ran a prestigious elementary, middle, and high school program that taught the children of teachers and staff, and those few students at the college with children.

The school served as a training program for education students studying to become teachers, and provided a significant benefit for the teachers and staff of the college who's children attended for free.

Students were taught by young, enthusiastic, and delightful college kids, under the tight tutelage of knowledgeable and experienced teaching instructors. This, combined with small class sizes, and lots and lots of educational resources, provided me a remarkable education all the way through high school.

I arrived at my father's home just as the fall term was beginning, to find my father, a gentleman unaccustomed to living with children, was somewhat distant, and absorbed with his intellectual life at College.

The second day after I arrived, I started fourth grade in a class that ran from eight in the morning till two in the afternoon.

After school ended that first day, I had been instructed by my father to go to his office in Boynton Hall, which I did, only to find him preoccupied with work and unsure of what to do with me. I was instructed to sit in his office and to read while he worked.

After a short while I asked my Father if he could direct me to a restroom.

"For number one or number two," my Father inquired.

"Number two," I answered, thinking it an odd question to ask a ten year old boy.

"Ah," my Father answer after pondering the response for a moment, "then the fourth floor would perhaps be best."

He bid me follow him, and led me to the back stairwell in Boynton Hall, up two flights from his second floor office, then down a dimly lit, narrow, winding corridor to a secluded men's room on the top floor, a floor I later learned, that was seldom used.

My Father then opened a door with small sign marked "Men" and I stepped into a vestibule that led to a second door, which I opened and passed through, my Father following.

The men's room was large, brightly illuminated with incandescent lights and an opaque skylight. On one wall there was a row of three sinks, beyond them a row of four full length, chest-high-to-floor, porcelain urinals with no separating partitions between. Across the room, on the other wall there was a row of four toilet stalls. The oddest feature of the room, I immediately saw, was a complete lack of doors on the toilet stalls.

"Well, here you are Luke," my Father said to me. "I'll leave you here, take your time, feel free to wander a bit around the campus after, but be back at my office by five o'clock," my Father said.

"But, Father, there are no door's on these stalls." I complained.

"Oh, no need to worry, almost no one every comes in here. There are only a couple of classes taught on the fourth floor, and they are small seminar classes in the evening. I don't think I've ever seen anyone in here. At any rate, I'll see you later, don't get into any trouble." So saying he turned and left me standing in the middle of the Men's room.

I looked around the room, and saw the wall above and in front of the urinals was filled with graffiti. Accordingly, as any curious boy of ten years would do, I stepped over to check it out. To my amazement and delight, there were several fairly elaborate drawings of boys having sex.

One drawing, executed by a fairly skilled hand, showed a boy, you could tell he was a boy by his hard cock, on his knees sucking another boy's equally hard cock. There was a well done drawing of a boy bent over, being fucked in the ass by a boy, and a third drawing of a boy laying down with another boy squatting over him taking the first boy's cock in his ass. There were several pictures of just cocks by themselves, hard and spurting cum, and of boy butts featuring their butt holes, with cock and balls hanging down.

In addition to the delightfully pornographic drawings there were lots of lewd messages of written graffiti. "Show hard to get sucked" "I want to suck your dick" "Blow me" "I swallow cum" "I want you to fuck me" "Eat Boy Pussy" and many such more.

Now you have to remember this happened in 1969, the internet yet did not exist. The Stonewall Riot had taken place that summer in New York City, but the ideas of Gay Liberation had not yet entered the conscience of mainstream America, much less the mind of a ten year old boy like me.

I was fascinated by what I saw. I knew a bit about queers, boys on the playground back at my old school talked about cocksuckers and corn-holing, mutual masturbation and circle jerks, but what I was seeing was way more than I had ever seen before and I was entranced. I read every naughty phrase, inspected each drawing, and noticed my little boy cocklet had grown as hard as steel.

After my tour of the urinal wall, I stepped over to the stall closest to me, the second stall in the row. The walls of the doorless stall were even more filled with homosexual drawings and graffiti than the urinal wall was.

Then, I saw a hole in the wall, at about crotch height, and maybe two inches in diameter. Above the hole was written, in bold letters, "GLORY HOLE". Below the hole was written, "Insert Cock Here" with two arrows, one on either side, pointing toward the hole.

I quickly turned to look at the other wall, and saw a similar hole only this one had a life size boy's head drawn round the hole with the hole where the mouth should be. There could be no doubt what these holes were for.

I was amazed. I turned and left the stall I was in, and entered the next stall. There were the same holes, with the same sort of beckoning invitation surrounding them, and lots and lots of homosexual graffiti and drawings. It was the same in the, fourth stalls, and in the first stall, when I checked there. I was thrilled.

For the next twenty or thirty minutes I went through an advanced street course in homosexual sex. I carefully inspected each wall in each stall. I read about, and looked at pictures of cock sucking, ass hole licking, and butt fucking. Each of the first three stalls held much of the same sort of graffiti, though I must admit I was thrilled even when I read the same message for the third, fourth or fourteenth time, but though similar, there was a fascinating diversity of homosexual ideas and images as well.

Just the knowledge that boys were sucking other boy's cock and getting fucked in the ass was incredible, but in the fourth and last stall next to the back wall, things went further. More exotic acts were written about, and perhaps acted out, here in the fourth stall.

There was a drawing of a boy being shit on, and another of one boy shitting into another boy's mouth, a third drawing of a naked boy in chains, and forth of a boy being fucked by a dog. The artistic effort put in to these obscene images reflected well on the College's Art Department.

Graffiti about sex slaves, and boys being spanked, boys who wanted a group of boys to use, abuse them, and gang fuck them abounded. These were longer messages, boys begging for forbidden acts or bragging about what they had done.

There were boys seeking a boy to drink their piss, and a boy offering to serve as a toilet for another boy. One boy wrote he was looking for a guy to fuck him and then piss in his ass, he called it getting a golden enema. Some guy wrote he was looking for a guy who had a dog he could suck. A couple of other boys wrote that they wanted a dog to fuck them, and several boys wrote that they wanted to be shit on, or to eat someone's shit, another wanted to be smeared in shit and then fucked. Boys wrote about cock and ball torture, seeking to either give or receive punishments, like being kicked in the balls, or cock whipping.

Unbelievable, amazing, exciting I thought, my mind was reeling.

Then I heard the sound of the outer door being opened.

I immediately fled the last stall and raced to stand in front of the closest urinal. I unzipped my pants, and pulled my hard little boy cock out, just as the inner door opened, and I turned my head to see a young college student enter.

The young man, tall and slender, with longish, curly, blond, hair, and blue eyes would be described as a twink today. The word that ran through my mind, then, was cut. He was dressed simply in jeans, a white tee-shirt, and a pair of black and white Keds tennis shoes.

He paused at the door when he first saw me, and looked around the Mens room, checking to see if any one else was there. He walked toward me glancing into each toilet stall as he passed.

I stood at the far urinal, the one closest to the forth stall where I had been when I heard him at the door. He walked past the first two urinals, and came and stood at the one next to mine. He unbuttoned, and unzipped his jeans, and opened them up, which revealed the fact he was not wearing underwear. Next he pushed his jeans down his thighs completely exposing his cock and balls, his pubic area and much of his butt. I could not help but look at him, and he made it easy for me to look.

"Hey," he said to me in greeting. "Hey," I answered back.

"I've never seen a kid your age in a college bathroom before, especially a bathroom like this one. How old are you?"

"I'm ten years old," I said.

"Ten," he said, he held his cock in his hand right hand, and kept his left hand out of the way, affording me a clear unobstructed view when he started pissing a strong, bright, yellow stream of piss. I could not keep my eyes off his peeing cock.

"So, I'm guessing you're not one of the college students," he said.

I smiled at his joke, and said, "No, I go to the elementary school on campus, I'm in the fourth grade. My dad is a geography professor here."

"Oh yeah, what's your Dad's name," he asked?

"Philip Lafitte," I answered.

"No kidding, Dr. Lafitte, huh? I took Intro to Geography from him last semester."

"What was he like as a Professor," I asked?

"He was really good, he certainly knows everything about geography, and he was entertaining, never boring. He has a reputation as a little eccentric, kind of the absent minded professor type. I really liked him. How is he as a father?"

"I'm just finding out, he and my Mother got a divorce when I was a baby and I lived with my Mom. I just moved in with my Dad because my Mom's traveling on a world trip with her new girlfriend."

"Wow, that's a lot to deal with. So how come your in this men's room?" the boy asked.

"My Dad's office is in this building down on the second floor, he told me I could use this bathroom, he said it was hardly ever used."

By this time the boy had finished peeing and was shaking the piss off his cock. I had not really been peeing, but just standing in front of the urinal with my little boy cock, which was still hard, in my hand.

"The only boys that use this bathroom are usually here looking for fun," the boy said. He stepped back half a step, turned toward me and openly began stroking his cock, masturbating in front of me. I couldn't take my eyes off him.

"The kind of fun in the drawings on the walls?" I asked.

"Yeah, fun like that," and he pointed to the picture of one boy sucking another boy's cock.

Now he was really playing with his cock which had gotten big and hard. With his other hand he pushed his jeans down further, letting them drop around his ankles, and then raised his tee-shirt up showing off almost all of his body.

He stood that way, nearly naked and masturbating, as I watched. Then he said, "Do you like looking at my cock?" When I nodded my head yes, he added, "That is so cool, I like looking at your's, too. Could you show me more?"

I had played "you show me your, I'll show you mine" one time with a friend on a camping trip, and another time with a couple of boys on a sleep over, so I knew what this was, and it felt all right.

I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down my thighs.

"Wow," he said, "you are so pretty, so smooth, no hair, I like that. Lift your shirt up so I can see more." I did as he asked, showing off my nearly naked body to this strange boy, as he was showing himself to me.

He said, "You've got a beautiful little cock. I like that it's hard, I really like looking at it. Do like mine?"

I struggled to find my voice and said, "Yes, I do, I like your pubic hair. You're really pretty, too."

"Thanks," the boy answered, "we can play here all we want. If we hear the outer door open, just pull up your pants and stand close to the urinal and we'll wait for them to leave, or maybe they'll want to play with us. Can you stay awhile? Will your father be looking for you?"

"He said I should be back in his office by five o'clock."

"Wonderful," the boy said, "that gives us lots of time to play. Will you turn around and let me look at your butt, little buddy?"

I turned my back to the boy and he said, "Wow, what a nice butt. Would it be okay with you if I just touched your butt? I won't do anything, just rub it a little."

I looked at him over my shoulder and saw he was smiling at me, the nicest smile I think I had ever seen, so I said, "Okay, I guess."

I saw him reach out and felt his hand on my butt, he gently rubbed my bare ass cheeks and said, "So smooth, so pretty."

It felt strange to have a strange boy stroking and rubbing my butt, and it felt exciting and naughty. After just a few strokes he withdrew his hand and said, "That's cool, I really liked that, thank you. Would you like to touch my cock? I'd like that, if you want to touch it."

I turned back around and saw he had let go of his cock, put his hands on his hips and was sort of pushing his dick out toward me. His cock was really big, sticking all most straight up, and I saw there was a drop of clear liquid oozing out of the pee hole at the tip if his penis.

"What's that stuff," I asked, pointing at the head of his cock?

"Oh, that's pre-cum, big boys make that when they're having fun." He reached down with a finger and gather the liquid up and then brought it to his mouth. "It taste magical," he said. I was amazed to watch him lick the pre-cum off his finger.

"So, do you want to touch my cock?" He asked.

I did, I thought it would be cool to touch it, so I reached out and took his big dick in my little hand. It was hot, and hard, and soft, smooth, as I held it I saw another drop of pre-cum ooze out from his piss hole. He saw it as well, and said, "You want to taste my pre-cum?" When I nodded my head yes, he said, "You could just touch it with your tongue."

That seemed like a good idea, so I bent forward with my tongue out, and licked the tip of the head of his cock. It didn't have much taste but was silken and slick, and it was kind of magical. I liked it. When I looked up at the boy he was again smiling. "What's your name, little buddy" he asked?

"Luke," I answered.

"Well, Luke, my name is Leo, I'm pleased to meet you."

"Pleased to meet you, as well," I responded.

"Luke, I can tell we're going to be good friends. Would it be okay with you if I gave you a kiss?"

A kiss also sounded like a good idea so I nodded my head yes. Leo bent down and kissed me on the lips. It was a warm, moist, gentle, kiss, his full lips covering mine with a kiss that was different from any kiss I had ever experienced.

Leo broke our kiss, and pulled back a little bit and said, "That was fun, Luke, want to try a different kind of kiss?"

Again, I nodded my head in agreement.

Leo kissed me again, only this time he opened his mouth and his tongue was pushing between my lips and trying to wiggle into my mouth. I opened my mouth which was instantly filled with Leo's tongue.

Someone else's tongue was in my mouth, a boy's tongue, a big, hot, wet, wiggling tongue that explored every part of my mouth, licking and probing my teeth, my gums, my tongue, and the roof of my mouth, it was so strange and so wonderful.

When Leo's with drew his tongue, he kept his mouth opened, so I pushed my tongue into his mouth and probed around inside him. Part of me was inside another boy.

Leo pressed his tongue against mine and pushed it out of his mouth, in order to again enter my mouth. This time his tongue brought a lot of his saliva with it. I was surprised to taste another boy's spit, but it didn't disgust me. I liked it, and when it was my turn to thrust my tongue into Leo's mouth, I made sure it was accompanied by as much of my own spit as I could summon.

Neither did Leo react with disgust at me putting spit in his mouth. Rather, he moaned and, breaking our kiss said, "Fuck, Luke, your are so hot, would you spit in my mouth, please, I really want you to," and he tossed his head back opened his mouth and waited.

Who was I to deny my new friend what he wished. I pushed myself up in his arms and he lifted me to where I was above him. I felt my naked body and hard little boy cock press against Leo's belly, and willed my spit to flow. I gathered up a huge wad, and spit into Leo's mouth.

I saw him swallow it, and heard him say, "Again please, Luke, give me more of your spit."

Again, I willed myself to produce saliva, and this time I added to it by hocking up as much phlegm from my throat, as I could. I made a show of doing this, so if Leo didn't want me to be this naughty, this nasty, he had time to stop me. He did not try to stop me, he held his mouth open, and I spit a huge loogie in his mouth. I don't know exactly why, but I loved spitting into the mouth of this beautiful, grown up, nearly naked college boy.

"Again," Leo begged, and again I spit in his mouth.

Then I said, "Now it's my turn, you spit in my mouth."

"You sure you want me to spit in your mouth," Leo asked incredulously?

"Yes, please," I said, "I want to try it."

He let me slide down his body till I was again standing in front of him. Now his hard cock was pressing against my tummy. I tossed my head back, and looked up at him, I opened my mouth wide, and he too, hocked up a massive loogie and spit it in my mouth.

I swallowed his spit and said, "Do it again". He did, and this time I held his spit in my mouth. "Again," I said, then "again."

My mouth was nearly filled with his spit, his saliva, so much so I had difficulty saying, "Kiss me," but he understood, and brought his mouth to mine, and I spit all his spit back into his mouth and then said, "give it back to me." He spit all his saliva back into my mouth and I swallowed it.

"Fuck," Leo said, "you are a fun boy, Luke Lafitte."

"You're a fun boy, too Leo," I echoed, and we both laughed.

We paused for a few moments, ending our embrace and recovering from that incredibly naughty kissing experience.

Then Leo said, "You really liked swapping spit with me, didn't you?"

"Yeah, a lot," I answered, "I really did."

"Cool, me, too. So let me ask you something. It is kind of a weird question so you don't have to answer it, if you don't want to, but, do you ever pick your nose and, maybe, eat your boogers?"

"Why do you ask?" I answered with a question.

"We'll, I do," Leo said, "I pick my nose and eat my boogers. I always have and I love doing it, and I thought, since you liked swapping spit with me that, maybe, if you eat your own boogers, maybe you'd like to swap snot with me, too."

I sat in stunned silence, unable to talk.

"Its cool if you don't want to," Leo continued "I mean most guys don't eat snot, but some guys do, like me. Would you? I mean, would you like to swap boogers and snot with me?"

The truth was, I was a secret nose picker and booger eater. I loved eating my snot. I always had, but I had learned, the hard way, that anyone who ate their boogers, was treated like a social outcast, and subjected to ridicule. That had happened to me back at my old school.

Consequently, this had become a very private vice, practiced in total secrecy, I thought I was the only boy in the world who ate his snot. Finding Leo was also a snot eater seemed like a miracle to me.

I decided to be brave. "Yeah," I said in a rush, as the words poured out of my mouth, "I've always eaten my boogers. I love eating my snot. Could I eat your's? Could I eat your snot? Would you eat mine?"

At this point I burst into tears. I was just overwhelmed with emotions. I would have done anything for this boy who had set me free from my deepest shame.

Leo wrapped his arms, and said, "It's okay, Luke it's okay to eat your snot, why are you crying?"

I was in Leo's arms, my nearly naked body pressed against his, for what seemed a long time, crying and sobbing, and grateful for his touch.

After a while, I calmed down and said, "A boy in my old school saw me picking my nose and eating it, he told all the kids, and everyone made fun of me and called me names, no one would be my friend. It was terrible."

"Oh, buddy," Leo said, "there are a lot of mean kid's, and I'm sorry you got bullied, but there is nothing wrong with picking your nose and eating snot. You know there are some Doctor's in Australia who think that eating your snot is the best way to strengthen your immune system, that every one should do it. Much of the snot humans produce goes down the back of the throat anyway, so every one is a snot eater. Your body builds antibodies to the bad germs in swallowed snot and kills them, antibodies keeps you healthy in life."

"But all that doesn't really matter, even if you pick your nose and eat it only because you want to, that's okay. I love eating my snot, and I want to eat your snot, too. I'd love to eat your boogers. You want to do it with me, you want to eat my snot, Luke?"

"Oh, Leo, I do, I do, I really want to eat your snot."

Leo said, "Okay, Luke, let's swap snot."

He instructed me on how to blow a "snot rocket." He told me to close off one nostril with my finger, bring my other nostril over his open mouth, and blow hard. I did, and I blew a huge wad of snot, straight into his open, waiting mouth. I think, because I had been crying, my nose was filled with snot and that's why I shot such a huge wad of snot directly into Leo's mouth. That was so cool.

I watched Leo swallow my snot, and heard him ask me for more. I closed the other nostril and did it again. Another nostril full of snot, my snot rocket, filled his mouth. This time Leo made a show of eating my snot. He kept his mouth open so I could watch as he used his tongue to push my snot around. He pushed snot out on to his lips and then licked it back into his mouth. After he swallowed my snot, he reached up, following a trail of snot hanging out of my nose, till he reached my nose, which he took into his mouth, and sucked up my snot, he used his tongue to clean me while giving me a nasal blow job.

When he finished my nose suck job I begged, "Do me now, give me your snot, I want to eat your boogers."

Leo was obviously not the kind of guy who would deprive a snot hungry boy from his eating his snot. "Eat my boogers, beautiful boy," he said, in what I thought was the most romantic way. Then he blew his snot directly into my mouth.

I ate Leo's snot and begged for more, which he gave me.

"Stick your finger up my nose and pick my boogers." Leo said.

I did what he asked and dug out some golden boogers, which I showed to him.

"Eat them," he said. I did, and he said, "Go back in and find more, go as deep as you can, finger my nose, beautiful boy, finger fuck my nose."

With his permission, I explored his nostril as fully and as deeply as my little boy finger would go. I dug out more snot, and ate it, and went in deeper and found more.

"Do my other nostril," Leo directed, and I complied, finding and eating more of his boogers?

"Now fuck my nose, Luke, go in and out with your finger. Fuck my nose with your finger like a boy fucks another boy's ass hole with his dick."

I didn't exactly know how a boy fucked another boy, but I understood what he was asking me to do, and I pushed my finger as deep up Leo's nose as I could and then pulled it back, in and out, in and out, and repeating that, over and over. I was fucking a boy in the nose. That was exciting, I was fucking Leo in the nose. I went back and forth, from one nostril to the other.

While I was fucking Leo's nose, he was masturbating his cock, "Use your little finger, Luke," he said, "so you can go deeper."

I did as he commanded, switching from my index to my little finger, and going further, deeper into his head.

"Oh, fuck," he said, "fuck my nose," he cried and his cock started spiting white gooey stuff all over his belly.

When he finished spurting the white stuff from his cock, he took hold of my hand, and said, "Stop please, I can't take any more, I'm to sensitive."

I pulled my finger out of his nose and said. "Did you like that?"

He answered, "Luke, that was the hottest thing I've ever done."

"The hottest ting I've ever done, too," I said, and again we both started laughing.

When we had calmed down a little, Leo brought his hand, which I saw had splashes of his cum on it, to his mouth and licked it clean. Then he said, "Would you like to eat some of my cock snot, too, little buddy? You can have what's on my tummy, and my cock if you want."

I did want it, so I bent down and began licking up the cock snot on his belly. When I had cleaned up his tummy I look up at him and grinned, "It's as good as your snot," I said, "maybe even better."

"There is more on my cock," Leo said.

I took his cock in my hand and began to lick it clean.

"What a fun boy," Leo said, when I was done and he was clean, "now give me another kiss."

After a long kiss, Leo said, "Maybe you had better go back to your father's office so he doesn't start worrying. Come back up here tomorrow, and we'll play some more."

"I'm out of class at two o'clock, I'll be here just after," I promised.

We both stood up and started adjusting our clothes. As soon as I pulled my pants up, my body reminded me why I had come to the men's room originally. "Uh, Leo," I said, "uh, there's something..." my voice trailed off.

"What is it, Luke, tell me?"

"Before I go, I really need to go poo, that's why I came here in the first place."

"Oh, cool, can I watch?" Leo said, with the biggest grin on his face.

"You want to watch me poo?"

"Hell, yes I do!"

Leo led me over to the fourth stall and had me take my pants all the way off. He said if we heard the outer door open I could slip them back on quick enough, and he keep his clothes on so he could get between me and any body coming in, to slow him down. "But don't worry, no one's coming in, and if someone does their here looking for cock to."

Leo had me squat on the toilet seat with my legs spread wide. He got down on the floor in front of me, with his face down so low between my legs, he was almost touching the toilet. "Go ahead, sweetheart, shit for me."

"I got to go pee first." I said.

"Super cool," Leo said, "piss in my mouth, I'll drink it." He took all of my little boy cock in his mouth and just held it there waiting.

It took a little while, and I didn't even know if I could pee in someone's mouth, but eventually I just let go and Leo drank all of my pee, not spilling a drop.

Leo backed off my cocklet, and said, "Go ahead and shit, Luke, I want to watch you taking a shit."

I pushed down and farted, a big, long, smelly, fart, and I heard Leo sniffing it, breathing it in. "Oh, honey bear, let it out, that is so hot," he said.

I pushed down again, and felt my poop moving and start to come out. I pooped a big turd and heard it fall into the water.

"Beautiful," Leo said, "absolutely beautiful, sugar pie. Do you have to go more?"

"Yes," I said, and I pushed out two more smaller turds.

"That's all," I said, as I looked at Leo's smiling face and thought how beautiful he was.

Can I wipe you," Leo asked?"

Again, I was surprised, maybe even shocked, at what Leo wanted to do with me. He had eaten my spit, eaten my snot, drunk my pee, and now he was asking if I would let him wipe my dirty butthole after he had watched me go poo. "You want to wipe my shitty butt?"

"Yes, please," he answered.

How could I say no to this special boy? No matter what he asked, I would do it. He told me to stand up, and turn around facing the toilet, my butt toward him. He leaned past me, looked down at my shit floating in the toilet, and said, "I think your turds are as beautiful as you."

He asked me to bend forward, and put my hands on the seat of the toilet so he could wipe me. I did as he asked, which put my face just above the toilet not far from the turds floating below me. I had never looked at my shit this closely before. I realized I thought my turds were beautiful, too, because Leo thought they were.

I felt Leo move behind me, I felt him put a hand on each of my ass cheeks and spread my ass crack wide open. He said, "Darling, your shit smeared butt hole is so hot and sexy." He was so close I felt his breath on my hole. Then I felt, first his face against my ass and then his tongue on and then in my ass hole. Leo was using his tongue as toilet paper to wipe my ass. He took a long time licking my shit hole.

When he was done, after a long time of licking and sucking my shit hole he turned me around, and as calmly as anything said, "There, now your all clean. You better get dressed, and scoot back to your Fathers office. We'll play more tomorrow, little buddy." When he saw me start to flush the toilet he blocked my hand and said, "Leave that for me, sweetie, I'll take care of your shit."

When I got back to my Father's office I found him still at his desk working on papers. "Ah, there you are Luke, did you manage to stay out of trouble?"

"Yes, Father, I met a nice boy and we talked and played together for a long time."

"That's good, I'm glad you'er making friends, what's his name?"

"Leo, Father, he said he was in your `Intro to Geography' class last semester."

At this, my father looked up from his paper's and looked at me for bit, with a kind of quizzical look in his eyes. Then he said, "Leo, is he a skinny, blond boy, with blue eyes?" I nodded, yes, and my father said, "Well, that's nice, he seemed like a good boy."

"Well," Father continued, "it's getting late, what say you and I go out for dinner, I know a really good burger place, and they have great fries and milkshakes. How does that sound Luke?"

"Sounds great, Father, I'm starved," I said, "I want a chocolate shake."

"Chocolate sounds good to me, too," Father said.