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THE ELMHURST ACADEMY
BY ROBERT GLYNN
James Maxwell's father was convinced his son was destined for failure. "He's a momma's boy, to soft, overly sensitive," he would say. "He just needs to toughen up," he would say, "James just needs the right school to set him straight," Mr Maxwell said.
The right school turned out to be the Elmhurst Academy. A long established institution, with a storied history of, "Setting boys straight."
James was eleven when he started sixth grade at Elmhurst, and he turned twelve half way through his first year. He didn't really like all the "butch, military rigamarole," and he adopted a survival strategy of laying low, keeping quiet, and being competent.
Sixth graders lived together in a large single-room dormitory on the second floor with the with the only privacy provided by bed curtains on their four poster beds. The boys shared a communal shower and toilet facility as well.
James had been lucky that he found a boy his own age assigned the bed next to his, named Kai Woods. They became best friends, and formed a mutual support pact.
The bane of his existence at Elmhurst was Sargent Major Andrew Bell, a seventeen year old upper class man who seemed to take great interest in tormenting boys like James. That is, boys who were, as James father said, a "mother's boy, soft and sensitive," and, who were in addition, worse of all, for Major Sargent Bell, it seamed, boys who were "pretty".
James was indeed a pretty boy, blond hair, cropped close in military style, striking blue eyes, lips so red that he almost looked like he was wearing lipstick, red roses blushing in his cheeks, and creamy white skin that was flawless, absolutely without blemish. James was the next to smallest boy in his class, and had a slender willowy frame. His most stunning feature was a beautiful smile, freely given to everyone.
Not just a pretty boy, James was really smart. The smartest boy in the school, and a diligent worker, so no matter how much Sargent Major Bell, and his two ever-present henchmen, Corporals Brock and Cameron, delighted in tormenting and picking on James and some of the other boys, they never really made it stick.
James had his friends support, and he always met, indeed exceeded any expectations and requirements, and never let the bullying of Bell and his plug ugly boy's get under his skin.
During James' first year, as tradition dictated, he, and indeed all the new boys, were at the mercy of the upper class men, like Sargent Major Bell.
Bullying was seen as thinning out the herd, eliminating the weaklings. "Hit the floor and give me ten pushups, like you were fucking your boy friend mouth." Sargent Major Bell would yell. Or, "Come on lady boy, give me ten sit up's," or, he would sneer, "Let me see you shake that ass when you run, pussy boy, show the boys what you have to offer."
James hated this hazing bull shit, but made sure to let it roll off of him, like a duck letting water roll off its back.
During his first year, along with his twelfth birthday, came puberty. Little patches of light blond hair developed under his arms, and above his cock. They were sparse and faint enough that he still looked boyish, However, while his cock and balls changed to look more like a man's cock in appearance it hardly grew in size, and his voice, after cracking, changed into the voice of a young man.
Other change came with puberty.
James began to notice other boys in a different way. In the shower he couldn't help but check out their cocks, balls, and asses. In the gym, their now growing, muscled arms, leg, and abdomens called his attention. In the bathroom, where their was literally no privacy, he checked out the pissing cocks, and observed the boys sitting on the pot when they took a shit. Boys became more interesting to James, very much more interesting.
And among the most interesting of all, James loved to look at Sargent Andrew Bell who looked so hot in his uniform.
First year ended. Summer break came and passed.
During the summer break, James sexual awakening made him realize that he was, indeed, queer for boys, and that there had, he realized, been a lot of queer under currents happening around him at the Elmhurst Academy.
Second year began.
At the start of the term, Kai and James did a bed swap with another boy, on the third floor, second year dormitory, and ended up, again, in beds next to each other. Their friendship grew and deepened.
Somehow the relationship with Sargent Major Bell seemed to settle down to a mutual dislike, and something a little more as well. James still worked to check out Andrew Bell every chance he could. He thought the older boy was a hunk.
Then one afternoon, during a break period between classes, which were held in the South Tower, James went to a seldom used boy's toilet in the basement. As he reached for the door knob, the door was flung open and out marched Sargent Bell and his two ever present shadows, Corporals Brock and Cameron.
Hoping to avoid a confrontation, and taking advantage of everyone's surprise, James darted between the ponderous Cameron, and his mate the elephantine Brock, and was inside the Boy's Room in a flash, with the door closing between him and the upperclass trio.
James stepped up to the urinal and unzipped his pants, while being only too aware that Sargent Bell and his goons were talking outside the bathroom door.
James had just pulled his cock out of his pants when he heard the door open.
Looking over his shoulder he saw Sargent Major Andrew Bell enter, alone.
"What do you want, Andrew?" James asked, as he let go his golden stream into the urinal.
"The question," Bell said quietly, "is, what do you want, James? I've been watching the way you look at me, you can't seem to keep your eyes off me. Isn't that right James? Its like you undress me with your eyes. Is that how it is, James? Would you like to see me naked?"
As Andrew spoke, he shrugged off his military jacket, let it fall to the floor, undid his tie, and started to unbuttoned his shirt.
James was stunned at this turn of events. Had he indeed revealed his hidden fantasy, his deepest desire? But of course, Andrew Bell was just the kind of boy who would pick up on any sign of weakness, on any suppressed desires.
James finished pissing and turned to look at Andrew, who by this time had tossed his tie and shirt to the floor.
"Well, James" Bell said, standing before him bare chested, his arms akimbo. "What do you think? Do you like what you see? Do you want to see more? Do you want me to take my pants off? Would you like to see me completely naked? Don't you want to see my cock, James?"
Realizing Bell was waiting for an answer, James could only reply, "You can't do that here, Bell."
"Of course I can, James. Brock and Cameron are waiting outside the door, they'll make sure no one will disturb us. So how about it, James, is that what you want? Are you queer for me James? Do you want to see my cock?"
James remained silent, unable to speak, unable to take his eyes off the beautiful, ruddy, smooth skin of his Sargent.
"No need to answer, James, your cock is answer enough." Andrew's eyes dropped to look at James' groin.
James's eyes, too, dropped down to his cock, still hanging out of his pants after peeing, except now, it was rock hard, standing straight up, and starting to drip pre-cum.
Something in James seemed to break, to give way. There was no way to put a lie to the hard truth demonstrated by his erect penis. Bell could plainly see James was queer for him. There was no way James could continue to hide.
Andrew seemed to read the surrender in James' eyes.
Bell kicked off his shoes, unbuckled and unzipped his pants, and let them drop round his ankles. Stepping out of them, he stood nearly naked, before James. Bell was wearing only socks, and, to James surprise, the tiniest pair of pink, lacy, silk panties with tiny red bows, and panties was the only word that could accurately describe Bell's undergarment, which struggled to contained the prominent bulge between his legs.
"You like this James?" Andrew asked, "You like my body?"
James nodded, "Yes," then added, nearly in a whisper "you're beautiful, and I love your panties."
"You should see me in the matching bra with net stocking and a garter belt." Andrew bragged. "You want to see more, James? You want to see the whole package?"
"Yes, please," James croaked.
"What would you do, to get to see it? What would you do, to see my naked cock, to see all of me, to even get see my naked shit hole?"
James said, "Anything Andrew, I'll do anything you want."
"Anything? Anything covers a lot of territory, James. Would you suck my cock?"
"Yeah," James confessed, "I would."
"Would you let me fuck your ass?"
"Yes, yes, I'll do whatever you want. Just, let me look at you."
Andrew pushed down his sexy, girly, panties, stepped out of them, and stood before his targeted enemy, naked and triumphant.
James saw Andrews's cock, even though it was still soft and hung placidly down, was nonetheless huge, bigger than he had imagined in his masturbatory fantasies. It was pale, pure white, like the rest of his body, and it hung down over a pair of low hung balls, much the largest James had ever seen.
"You're beautiful," James said, and it was true, Andrew had the most beautiful body James could imagine. The older teenager obviously shaved his pubes, and any other body hair he might have had, so Bell appeared as hairless as a pre-pubescent boy, but everything else about his athletic, fit and trim, body, was all man and excited James, filling him with lust.
"Well, James, now that we're going to be lovers," he said the words with the usual sneer in his voice, "I want to see what you've got, so get naked for me," he commanded.
James had no choice. He quickly cast off his clothes, tossing them on the filthy bathroom floor, and stood naked before Bell. James's cock, which was small, hardly larger than a little boy's cock, was hard, erect, and wet, while Andrew's cock, the biggest full-grown man's cock James had ever seen, hung soft and flaccid. It was clear who was queer for who.
"Well, James," Bell snapped, "you have a tiny, little boy's cock, I see. Well, that's all right, and exactly what I expected you to be, a cock-less pussy boy. It's okay, if I wanted a man's cock, there are plenty of guys, including your friend Woods, I can get to fuck me. What I want from you is your shit cunt. You are going to give me your shit cunt aren't you James?"
"So, turn around," Andrew ordered, "and spread your legs. Bend over, reach behind you with both hands, and spread your ass cheeks. Show me what you have. Show me what really interest me, James, show me your shit cunt. Show me what your are James."
James, flushed red with embarrassment, shame, and humiliation, and did as he was commanded to do.
"No cock, James, but you have the prettiest little pussy, Miss Maxwell, smooth, and pink, Are you are going to be a good girl, and give me your cunt to fuck?"
"Yes," James said, "I want you to fuck my cunt, Andrew, I want you to use me. I want you to rape me, sir, please rape my cunt."
"Oh, I will Miss Maxwell, indeed I will. I'll use your pussy for my pleasure, not yours, you can be sure of that."
"But now, what I want is a kiss, James. Stand up, turn around, and come here."
James complied and stood in front of Andrew. Bell stepped even closer, till their faces, their bodies, were almost touching. James puckered his lips, longing for his first kiss from this beautiful, wicked youth.
Bell put a hand on each of James' shoulders and pressing down said, "No, Maxwell, that's not where you kiss me, not on the mouth. Get on your knees."
With James kneeling before Bell, the blonde stud's great cock was in his's face. Again James puckered, this time to kiss Sgt. Bell's magnificent cock.
"Oh no, James, that's not where you kiss me, either," Bell said, as he turned round and bent forward.
Now, it was Andrew who reached back and spread his ass cheeks revealing his most beautiful, pink, smooth, asshole. "There, James Maxwell, kiss me there, kiss my shit hole, kiss me where my turds come out."
James was stunned.
This then, was the first real sexual experience for James. An experience at the same time, disgusting, degrading, sexy, and so very thrilling. James Maxwell leaned forward and kissed Andrew's hot, pink, funky, hairless, dirty, asshole.
"That's a good girl, Maxwell, now put your tongue up inside me, french kiss my anus." Andrew said. "Oh, that's it, deep inside me. Eat me out, Maxwell, lick out my turd box, see if you can taste my shit. Oh yeah, that's it, James, suck my hole."
"Now, I want you to start masturbating, James, I want to see you beating your meat while you tongue fuck my shit chute. Yeah, that's the way, James, suck my shit hole. Can you taste my shit, James? Wouldn't you like me to shit in your mouth, Miss Maxwell?"
James went into a frantic sexual heat, stroking his cock, while he thrust his tongue in and out of Andrew's bung.
He was both revulsed and thrilled at what he was doing, what he was feeling, what he was hearing, what he was tasting. Suddenly he moaned, quivered, and began shooting spurt after spurt of his hot cum onto the cold stone floor.
James felt Andrew pull up and away from him. Sliding his anal ring up and off of James' eagerly protruding tongue. James collapsed, sitting down in front of the puddle of his own jizz on the floor at Bell's feet.
"A very nice first kiss, eh James?" Andrew said.
"Now, let's try something a little more exotic, shall we? Come here."
Taking James' arm, Andrew helped him to his feet and pushed him over toward a urinal. He made James bend over, and pushed his head inside the very dirty, very smelly urinal, his naked ass thrust out, exposed and vulnerable.
"Turn about is only fair play, James." Andrew said, as he squatted behind James and began to eat out the boy's shit hole, just the way James had sucked his.
In no time, James' dick was again rock hard as Andrew tongue fucked him. After several minutes of eating James' bung, while James breathed urinal piss fumes, Andrew pulled back and said, "Very nice Miss Maxwell, you have a lovely shit hole, but next time don't be so fastidious about wiping, I like some flavor when I'm eating boy pussy. You will remember that, won't you James?"
"Yes, Andrew, I'll stop wiping my shit hole, just for you," James said.
"You're such a compliant little cunt, James. I like that in a boy."
Saying this, Andrew stood up behind James, and with his right hand he started masturbating his own cock, while with his left hand he began to finger fuck James' spit moistened anal pussy. "Your hot and tight, James," Andrew said as he pumped his fingers in an out of the boy. "You're not still a virgin back here are you James, dear?"
Grimacing at the rough fingering, James muttered, "Yeah, I am."
"You mean you never let Woods get into this pretty fuck hole? Why the fuck not? Don't you think he'd like to put his meat up in your pussy, Maxwell."
"Yeah," James said, "I've seen him checking out my ass in the shower. I think he'd do me, but..."
"But what, Maxwell?" Bell asked.
"I, I wanted to save it, Bell. I wanted you to fuck me first."
"How touching, James, how very touching, I had no idea you were such a romantic. Well, you're about to have your wish granted, but we're going to have to talk about getting Woods in on this action. I'd like to watch you going down on his cock, while I fuck your cunt. Plus, I'd really like to find out if all those rumors about Woods' cock being so big are actually true. I could use a big horse cock packing the turds in my rectum, occasionally."
James moaned.
"All right Maxwell, I think your pussy is ready to surrender your maidenhead." So saying, Andrew placed the head of his cock at the puckered portal of James' virgin asshole, and in one brutal shove, he impaled the boy all the way, with his mighty, meaty, manly, fuck-muscle.
The searing pain tore into James, and he cried out. He struggled to escape the rectal intruder, but with his head trapped in the filthy urinal, and with Bells's fuck club rammed all the way up in his intestines, there was simply no where to go. Bell shoved harder, first burying himself balls deep in James' spasming flesh, and then pushing even further, forcing James' face down into the piss in the bottom of the dirty urinal.
Andrew bent over James, his mouth at his ear, and whispered, "Don't move, James, it will feel better in a little bit." Andrew slipped his tongue into James' ear, relishing the taste of his ear wax, and then whispered, "No longer a young, pretty, virgin boy, James. Now, you're just another well-fucked faggot."
"I want to make your virginal deflowering special for you, James. Something you'll alway remember, so don't move," Bell cooed. "Just stay still for a moment. I have a surprise for you."
The pain in his bung had just begun to ease as James' stretched and abused sphincter and rectum adjusted to Bell's gigantic, invading member.
Suddenly James felt a warmth spreading through his gut. It took a moment to realize that Andrew Bell was pissing up his ass.
"That's right James," Andrew said, "it's called a golden enema. Not many boys get to know what its like to have their lover use them, in just the same way he uses a toilet. This is something special, just between us, James."
Andrew continued to piss in James, filling him with what felt like a gallon of scalding hot urine. James felt weak in the knees from a mixture of shame, humiliation, and excitement, as he was racked with waves of cramps from Bell's penis pissing in his guts.
"Oh, Jame," Andrew murmured, "you are a perfect, little, cock-less, toilet." With that, just as suddenly as he had shoved his cock into James, now he pulled out, all the way out.
In spite of the fact that James was filled to bursting with Andrew's piss, when he pulled his cock out of his ass, James felt empty. He wanted to be fucked. He needed to be fucked.
Andrew raised James up and turned him around to face him. James' cock was as hard as Andrew's. "Aren't you going to fuck me Andrew?" James pleaded, "Please, Andrew, I need you to fuck me."
"No, fag, you're going to have to earn that honor, and you can start right now, by cleaning my cock. You seem to have gotten it quite dirty. Be a good boy and clean it for me, won't you? Use your mouth, Maxwell. Eat your shit off my cock."
James meekly got on his knees and took Andrew's cock in his mouth. The sight, taste, and smell of his own shit, filled his senses.
Andrew shoved in and pushed all the way into James' throat. James gagged. Andrew loved the sound of James gagging.
Andrew grabbed James' head and held it still, while he face fucked the boy as hard, and as deep, as he could. It didn't take long before Bell exploded in James' mouth, feeding the sucking boy his ball cream.
"Eat me James," he cried, "swallow my sperm."
By the time Bell had finished shooting his wad in James' mouth and had recovered a bit, James had fallen back and was again sitting on the floor at Bell's feet. "Please, Andrew's, can I shit out your piss," he begged "I need to shit so bad."
"Oh no, James, not till after you've cum. I want to see you cum with my hot piss filling your intestines."
James groaned, and started to jack off.
"You look pregnant, James, with your naked belly swollen like that. A very pretty picture, indeed. I like the idea of having bred you, James. After you cum, I think I'd like to watch you give birth to our love child. You'll let me watch you give birth to our precious baby, won't you James?"
Bell's perversity was so exciting that James was quickly on the verge of cuming as he jacked his hard cock.
"That's my girl," Bell encouraged, as he dropped to his knees beside the masturbating boy. "Look at this pregnant belly," he said, as he gently stroked James' swollen piss filled gut.
"Our first fuck, and you're already great with child, James. It makes you hot doesn't it, being my pregnant girlfriend. Being my bred bitch. You're a hot mama whore, aren't you James?"
James couldn't take anymore, and cried out loud, "I'm cuming," the sperm shot in ropy, spurt-after-spurt, from his well-pounded rod.
As James sat on the dirty bathroom floor shooting his boy cream onto his urine engorged stomach, the bathroom door was flung open and in stepped Bell's henchman, Brock and Cameron.
"We heard something," Brock said, "thought you might need some h..." his voice trailed off as his jaw dropped open, and he, and his brutish mate, Cameron, took in the sight of the two, beautiful, naked boys on the floor. James, still oozing cum from his abused penis, and Andrew, kneeling beside him smearing cum all over James' swollen belly.
"Come on in boys," Andrew said, "I don't need any help, as you can see, but my new girlfriend, James Maxwell, was just about to give me a little show that you might want to witness. Aren't you James?"
James was mortified, his cheeks burned bright red. The thought of these two baboonish oafs seeing him naked, wantonly used by Bell, in the most perverse, degrading way, was both humiliating and thrilling. James' cock never went soft.
"I just finished pissing up James' ass, after I fucked him," Bell explained, "and now he's going to shit for me, so we can all see what a good little girl he's been, letting me use him as a toilet, and a cum dump, aren't you, James?"
James could do nothing except nod.
"Well, come on James, up on the throne, then." Bell said, leading James over to a toilet. "No, no, not like that, don't sit on the toilet, James, put your feet up on the toilet seat and squat over the toilet so we all can see your beautiful little fuck hole. That's right, oh, that's a pretty cunt, isn't it boys?"
Bell knelt in front of James, with his two goons standing behind him. With one hand Andrew lifted James' balls providing a better view of the blushing boy's bunghole. With the other hand Bell reached down and actually began to stroke and play with James' hole.
"Okay, James," bell said, "go ahead and let it out, I'll help you. Let the boys see what you've done for me. Let them see you give birth to our shit love child, our queer baby,"
James' gut churning stomach cramps wouldn't allow him to wait. He simply opened himself up, relaxing his sphincter, and there was an explosive outpouring of his shit and Bell's piss. James was embarrassingly aware of the overwhelming smell that filled the room. Behind Bell the two bully boys were snickering and pointing at James.
Bell cast a dagger-like look at his henchmen, and said, "If you two cretins think this is funny, get out, James is doing this for me, and I think it's beautiful. Wait for me outside."
As the two boys scrambled out, fearful of Bell's wrath, Andrew turned back to James, and pushed two fingers up the boy's dirty asshole. He said, "Pay no attention to those two fools, James, I think what you're doing is sexy, and beautiful. Now, come on, let the rest of it out, for me."
James couldn't believe what he was doing. It felt so strange to be squatting over a toilet, with Andrew Bell kneeling naked before him, a couple of fingers up his ass, asking him to shit on his hand, and Andrew's words kept echoing in his head, "I think what you're doing is sexy and beautiful," he said, "I think what you're doing is sexy and beautiful."
James again opened himself, but this time, with so much of Bell's hand up inside him, the Sargent Major had added a third finger up Jame's straining butt hole, the larger turds of his shit stayed in place and only rivulets of Andrew's piss, stained to dark, rich brown with James' shit, ran out and down over Andrew's hand and arm.
"Come on, little darling, push." Andrew said, "I can feel our love child up in you. Push him out."
James strained and pushed down. More of the shit stained piss trickled out of him, and he felt his shit forcing itself, and Bell's hand, and out of his dirty bottom. He farted, a loud squelchy sound, accompanied by a powerful smell. James saw Andrew lean in closer, and heard him breathe in deeply.
James farted again, and then grunting, he pushed again, like he was giving birth. He pushed out Bells's hand, and a tremendous load of his shit, co-mingled with Andrew's piss, poured out of him. Bell leaned in even closer. His face, his nose, only inches away from James shitting bunghole.
James said, "You really like that don't you, Bell?"
"Oh, fuck, yes," Andrew responded, "for me sex is always about shit," and with that, Bell sat up, pulling away from, James' bottom, and withdrawing his hand, "I love shit. Boy's shit" he said.
James could see Bell's hand was completely smeared with his shit. It almost looked like he was wearing a long brown glove, James thought.
Bell reached down with his shit covered hand and began to masturbate, smearing James' shit all over his own cock.
"Stand up, turn around, and bend over," Bell commanded as he jerked his cock.
When James had complied, he felt Andrew begin to rim his extremely dirty ass. As Andrew licked and sucked James' beshited asshole, he masturbated and quickly brought himself to a groaning, shuddering climax, shooting his hot sperm in long ropey strands on the stone floor between James spread legs.
When it was over, James turned around and looked at his longtime enemy, his sexual fantasy, kneeling at his feet. The blond boy's spent cock was still drooling cock slime, his hand, cock, and crotch smeared with James' shit, and a dark brown stain of shit coated Andrew's mouth and lips.
"You've got my shit all over your mouth," said James, stating the obvious.
"I know," said Bell, "does it make you want to kiss me, James?" He exaggeratedly pursed his lips and tossed his head back, reaching up for the kiss that James eagerly gave.
That night James lay naked in his bed, the bed curtains pulled tightly closed about him, masturbating and remembering that kiss, and everything that has gone on before it.
Shortly after supper that evening, James had begged off of Woods' offer of a game of chess and, pleading tiredness, had gone to bed.
Even now, hours later, after the other boys had gone to their own beds, James lay in bed stroking his still hard cock and fingering his swollen, tender, abused asshole. He had already cum three times. His belly was completely covered with the now dried streaks of his spent jism.
James couldn't stop. He kept pounding his throbbing prick, remembering how Bell looked in his pink panties, his naked body, his beautiful cock, and the way that cock felt when Bell shoved it up his's ass.
He remembered what it was like when Bell pissed up in his rectum, and how it felt when he, James, had shit it out in front of Bell, Cameron and Brock.
He thought of that last kiss. A kiss that wandered from Andrew's mouth, to his shit covered cock, crotch, and hand, and that ended only when every last trace of shit had been eaten clean off both boys.
As they dressed, Andrew said, "Tomorrow night, James, after supper, I want you naked and masturbating in the boy's bathroom on the sixth floor of the North Tower, the one tucked round behind the janitor's closet. I want your stall door opened wide, I want you exposed, waiting for me. Don't worry, no one ever uses that toilet at night. I'll see you then, you hot, little, dick-less cunt."
Then Andrew was gone, and now James lay in bed, beating his meat, a finger deep in his boy cunt, remembering today, and dreaming of tomorrow night.
"James," Kai whispered just beyond the bed curtains, "can we talk?"
"Kai?" Harry whispered back, "Kai, I'm naked," thinking this plea for privacy might give him time to slip under the sheet.
But in a flash the curtains parted and Woods was lying down beside James. "That's okay, James" he said, "I'm naked as well. We've got to talk."
James, his hard dick still in his hand, scooted over to give Kai room and thought how grateful he was for the dark provided by the bed curtains.
"James," Kai whispered in his ear, "you know Brock and Cameron have been telling everyone they saw you and Bell having sex in the boy's bathroom." Kai paused, waiting for James to react. James said nothing.
"They said, Bell stuck his cock up your ass, and then pissed up inside you. They said, Bell said you were his girlfriend, then he made you shit his piss out in front of them, he said you were giving birth to his turd baby." Again, Kai paused, waiting. "James?" Kai whispered.
James was mortified. He didn't know what to say. He just lay there, naked on his back, on top of the sheet, his hand holding his extremely hard cock.
Suddenly, Kai scooted over against James and pressed himself full against his friend. Kai flung his arm over James' chest and his leg over his thighs.
James felt Kai's cock, a very big, a very hard cock, press against his hip.
"It's okay James," Kai whispered, his mouth touching James' ear. "Why didn't you tell me, buddy?"
James' hand started stroking his still hard cock. "It only happened today, Kai, and what could I say? Guess what, buddy, I'm queer for our biggest enemy, and I just finished letting him cum in my mouth and piss up my butt hole."
Kai snickered, "Well, that would be the direct approach, I suppose."
James laughed and felt himself begin to relax. He stroked his cock more brazenly.
"I understand James," Kai said, "I really do. I understand, because I'm queer for you. I'll eat your cum, and let you piss up my ass, if that's what you want. I'll do anything you want, James, anything."
"Oh, Kai," James said, and turning to his best friend, the two boys kissed. Their tongues probed each other's open mouth, while their hands explored the other's genitals.
"Fuck, Kai," James exclaimed, "your cock is huge."
"Bigger than Bell's?" Kai asked.
"Way bigger, and Bell is really big." James said.
"Tell me what you and Bell did." Kai asked.
James told him all, holding back nothing. He told Kai about licking Bell's asshole, how he had cleaned Bell's shit covered cock with his mouth after Bell had fucked him, how he had swallowed Bell's shit and cum. He told his best friend everything.
He told Kai about Bell pissing up his boy cunt, and saying he had, "Bred me, getting me pregnant like a girl."
Kai said, "Oh James, I want to breed you like that? Will you be my girl friend, and have my baby?"
"Yeah, Kai" James said, "I'll be your girl. You want to fuck me now."
Kai rolled James over on his stomach, spread his legs and said, "Let me eat your pussy, James."
James moaned and hunched back against his friend's face as Kai licked, sucked, and tongue fucked his shit cunt.
When Kai had James' pleasure hole wet and opened up, he crawled up on his back, and laying his hard joystick at the portal of James' fuck hole, he whispered in his ear, "You want it James? Tell me what you want?"
"Fuck me Kai, fuck my cunt. Shove your great horse cock up my pussy, and breed me like a bitch. Fuck me, Kai please, fuck me hard."
Kai pushed in, and in spite of his huge size, and the lack of any lubricant beyond spit and pre-cum, he slid into James fairly easy. Bell had done a good job of opening and stretching James cunt, and James own anal self-abuse had kept his shit hole ready for play.
Kai pushed inch after inch of his huge cock into his best friend's turd box. James moaned. When Kai was all the way in he said, "James, I've wanted to fuck you for so long. I love you."
"I love you, too, Kai."
Then, James felt, for the second time, the strange warmth spreading through his gut as his best friend began to piss up his ass. It seemed to go on and on, forever. As the pressure grew Kai said, "Take it James, take my piss, feel my cock pissing up in you James. You're my toilet."
Finally when it was done, when Kai had emptied his full bladder into his boyfriend, James felt waves of cramps begin to rack his urine filled guts. He expected Kai to pull out, like Bell had, and was surprised when, instead, Kai started to deep fuck him, slowly pulling almost out of him, and slowly thrusting back in. The feeling was incredible.
"This is what I was made for," James said, "I'm your cunt, I'm your toilet, Kai. Fuck me, fuck me hard."
Kai picked up his pace, deep fucking his boyfriend at a furious beat. Sloshing into James' piss filled cunt with a will.
The animal smell, shit, piss, sweat, and pheromones was overpowering, and exciting to both boys, and James felt piss and shit trickling out of him and onto the sheets.
"I'm cuming James," Kai called," I'm cuming in your pussy, you're going to have my baby." He thrust all the way up in James, and groaning, he collapsed on his back. They lay like that for a few moments as Kai caught his breath.
Then James said, "Kai can you let me up, I've got to shit your piss out so bad."
"Not till after you've cum for me." Kai said, remembering what James said Bell had done. "I want to watch you cum with my piss in you like you did for Bell."
Kai pulled out of James' ass and James groaned, as more shit stained piss leaked out of his ass. James rolled over, and began masturbating.
"That's it, James, stroke your little boy cock." Kai ran his hand over James' swollen belly. "Bell was right, you feel pregnant. You like having my piss and cum in your ass don't you James?"
"Oh fuck, yeah," James replied said, "I'm queer for you Kai. I love having your cock fucking my boy pussy. I love having your piss and cum in me. I want to be pregnant with your shit baby."
"Are you going to put on a show for me like you did for Bell, James? Are you going to let me watch you shit out my piss? Are you going to let me watch you give birth to our turd baby?"
"Yeah, Kai, I'll do anything you want, anything. I'll put on a show for you, and shit out our love child. I'll suck your cock and swallow your come, I'll lick your asshole. I'll drink your piss and eat your shit. You can fuck my cunt whenever you want. I'll do any thing you want, baby, anything at all."
James was pounding his meat furiously, and the pressure in his pissed fill gut, combined with their hot dirty talk, brought him to yet another climax, adding even more jizz to the dried loads all ready coating Harry's baby bump.
Kai leaned over and took a long time licking the cum off of James swollen, piss filled, pregnant belly, and then took James tiny, slimy, scum covered, cock in his mouth and licked it clean.
When it was over, when the boys had calmed down, the two boys crawled out from James bed and padded naked down the hall to the boy's bathroom. There James squatted on the rim of a toilet and Kai knelt naked at his feet, his face only a few inches away from James well used asshole.
Kai played with his own still swollen and dirty cock, while he watched James empty himself of Kai's piss and cum, which had only traces of James shit mixed in.
Kai looked up when James had emptied himself and grinned at his friend. "You're so sexy, James, now stand up and turn around so I can wipe your ass."
James did as he was told, and was thrilled when he felt his best friend's tongue wiping his dirty hole clean.
When Kai was done James looked at him and said, "You are wonderful toilet paper, Kai, but now you've got my shit in your mouth."
"I know," Kai said, "does it make you want to kiss me?"
"It does," James said, and he did.
When they were back in James' bed Kai said, "Bell's golden enema did a pretty good job of cleaning you out."
"Yeah," James responded, "this could have been a much bigger mess to sleep in, than it is."
"I wouldn't mind sleeping covered in shit, as long as it's with you," Kai said, and James kissed him again.
"James," Kia said when they broke the kiss, "did you mean it when you said I could fuck your cunt whenever I want?"
"Yeah," James answered, "my shit hole belongs to you, Kai, use it whenever you want."
"Okay" Kai said, "then, roll over on your side, back to me, and let me fuck you again. I'm so fucking horny."
Even though James had now cum, what was it, six, or seven times, on this, the day he had lost his virginity, and felt like he didn't have a single drop of sperm in his balls, still, he knew how excited and horny his best friend must be, so he compliantly rolled over, and presented his shit cunt to Kai for fucking.
And fuck him Kai did. This time it was a slower, sensuous, passionate fuck. This was not the furious, desperate first fuck, hook up, of boys driven by a hormonal need to dump cum into a hole. This was a slow, loving, exploration of self, and the other. By the time Kai spilled his semen deep into James abused pussy, both boys were trembling, and nearly weeping with joy.
They fell asleep spooned together, back to front, Kai's great cock still deep up in James' cum filled rectum.
James woke sometime in the wee hours of the morning, to find himself again being fucked by his best friend. He just laid there, and let his mate use him. When Kai orgasmed, James said, "I love you, Kai Woods, you horny fucker."
"I love you, too, James Maxwell."
When the boys woke with the breaking day, they fell into each others arms, kissing, and masturbating, till they splattered each other with hot spunk.
Laughing, they hopped out of bed naked, dripping in cum, with still hard, reddened cocks, reeking of sweat, cum, piss, and more than a hint of shit, only to find several other boys rising from their own beds. Their dorm mates stared slack-jawed at the two naked boys.
"Good morning," James said, "lovely day, isn't it?" Then he and Kai, grinning, dashed for the bathroom.