Jonah - the Boy of Surprises chapters

-------------------------------------------------------------- WARNING

This story is about the intimate love a man and a 10-year-old boy have for each other. It contains graphic sexual scenes between those two, and in the end, with another even younger boy. These scenes include oral and anal intercourse, as well as enjoying each others' urine and feces. However, all acts are described as fully consensual; no forcing is involved.

And it's all fiction. Pure fantasy. It never happened. And never will.

If material of this nature offends you, or if you're under 18 years of age, you should not read this story. Additionally, if the law where you live forbids you to read such stories, you should not read this story.

-------------------------------------------------------------- AUTHOR'S NOTE

Despite the pornographic nature of this story, I strongly condemn having sex with minors in real life. There are laws against it, and you should abide by them. If you have the hots for little boys (like I do), I recommend releasing your sexual repressions to fantasies like this, NOT in real life. Fantasy is safe, as long as you keep it your private fantasy. That's what I do, and you should, too.

Also remember: don't ever get fooled by a seeming willingness of a boy to have sex with you! Even the most consenting and willing little boy may become hurt, and even if he wouldn't, he may still turn against you after he's grown up, sending you to prison for the rest of your life. This happens all the time, so think about it. Don't make your fantasies a reality!

Still, that said, I hope you'll enjoy this fantasy of mine. This is my first story ever published anywhere. It consists of six chapters, which may, or may not, have sequels some time in the future -- purely depending on the feedback and wishes of you, dear readers. That is to say -- if you'd like continuation, make sure to give me feedback!

Also, as you'll probably notice, I don't have English as my native language, so unfortunately, the language isn't always quite as fluent as I'd like it to be. However, I'd be more than interested in getting better in my writing, so I warmly welcome all corrections and suggestions on how to improve my story-telling! Don't be shy -- if you know a better way to say something I've written here, I'd be grateful to know!

E-mail me at paidarion@hotmail.com. All constructive e-mail is promised to get an answer as soon as possible. Flames will be heartily laughed at. :)

Love, Paidarion

JONAH -- THE BOY OF SURPRISES

Contents

Chapter 1: The office

(introduction, m/b, no sex)

Chapter 2: A wet biking trip

(m/b, oral, urination)

Chapter 3: Staying overnight

(m/b, oral, anal, scat, urination)

Chapter 4: Another biking trip

(m/b, oral, anal, scat, urination)

Chapter 5: Stretching exercises

(m/b, oral, anal, scat, urination)

Chapter 6: Three-year-old cousin

(m/b, b/b, oral, anal, scat, urination)

JONAH -- THE BOY OF SURPRISES

Chapter 1: The office

(introduction, m/b, no sex)

Another hot, draining day at the office. Must've been another heat record for the month. Not that I didn't love hot summer days, but to spend that kind of days inside the office was just plain torture. We didn't have that much of those hot, sunny days up here this north, and certainly not enough to spend them like this, typing in program code in front of a computer monitor, behind blinds, shirt glued to the back by abundant sweating. Besides, half of the office were already having their summer holidays -- probably somewhere lying on a beach at that particular minute, sipping their beers and ice- cold rum and colas to cool themselves from the sun's heat. Man, did I envy them for choosing just the correct time to take their vacations. Thankfully it was Friday, so there would be at least a couple of days' breather once the sweaty day would be suffered through.

I had this problem with the creation of a database connection pool, which simply wouldn't work the way I wanted, no matter what I tried. I was tired and bored, and my mind started to stray. I looked out of the window at the skyline of our little city, brightly lit by the high sun. Only a few gleaming white clouds were drifting slowly across the sky.

My mind flew to some of my better memories of enjoying summer. Among the best were of course all those moments that I had got to spend with my adorable little boy from our neighborhood, Jonah, now 10 years old. Once again I felt so lucky to have someone like him in my life. Whenever I really got into thinking about that, I never managed to truly comprehend, how I could ever have been so fortunate and privileged to actually get so close friends with him. Too bad he was at his grandmother's now, spending his summer holiday, several hundreds of miles away -- and had been for almost two weeks already. I missed him so much.

He really was the best. First of all, he was cute as button. I could just drown in his bright brown eyes whenever I rested my eyes on them. They were just so full of life and energy and playfulness, and so cheerful almost all the time. But they could be serious and thoughtful, too. They so well reflected his well-above-average intelligence, yet never letting you forget they really were eyes of a little boy, with all the spiritedness and liveliness so distinctly visible in them.

My mind drifted to a very special day in the summer two years back, when Jonah was still 8 years old, to the very first time we went out just the two of us, with no-one else around. The weather had been very similar to what it was like now; hot and sunny, and the sandy beach had been very inviting. We had ridden our bicycles to a small, more secluded beach I knew a little further away, and true enough, there hadn't been a soul there before us.

I had been thrilled finally being able to spend some time alone with Jonah; so far there had always been at least some other kids of the neighborhood along. Not that they hadn't been just sweet and cute and extremely likeable little boys, too, but there was no denying that Jonah was still a very special case from the very beginning. Many of the other kids had tremendous looks as well, but none of them possessed the character and charm that just glowed around Jonah. This time all the other kids had been gone away for their summer vacations, but Jonah was still around, so we headed to the beach just the two of us.

I was never going to forget the feeling on that quiet beach, lying on my stomach on the hot sand, peacefully enjoying the warmth of the sun on my skin, my eyes closed, when I felt someone climbing on top of me, lazily resting his little head on my shoulder, trying to find a position as comfortable as possible. The feeling of skin against skin was just indescribable, the feeling of that warm weight on top of me sending shivers of pure pleasure up my spine.

And I remember having a little contradictory feelings about getting a secret boner having Jonah lie on top of me like that. I still hadn't gotten all that sure whether or not I should've accepted feeling sexually attracted to little boys.

There was no denying, though, that I was indeed very much attracted to prepubescent little boys like Jonah. I also did know that those feelings were very much of sexual nature. That was a fact, but I had doubts if I should accept those feelings, or if I was supposed to fight them somehow, to try and make them disappear. Little did I know at the time that I was facing a mission impossible, were I to try that to happen...

Anyway, I did know sex could be extremely harmful to a little being, if done in a wrong way. However, I reasoned, that in certain cases, if the consent was full and mutual, if sex was entirely based on love and respect for the other, and if both parties knew and understood what they were doing and why, I considered it a possibility that sex could be a wonderful thing between a man and a boy -- probably even nourishing the healthy bond between them and giving it all new strength.

Not that I had ever been very much sexual with any boys -- in real life, that is. I did have my fantasies, most of them about Jonah, but I'd never actually done anything downright sexual with him. I did, however, keep seeing these little cues and signs from him -- if that's what they were -- about a possible interest in some sexual things, but so far they had never led us anywhere. Or then it was just all my imagination. I just couldn't be completely sure.

Whatever they were, I never dared to act on them myself, and I guess he never wanted to advance them any further without my participation -- taken they'd been at all intentional in the first place.

That very day on the beach two years ago, Jonah lying on top of me, was one of these situations that could've been interpreted as sexual approaches -- or then not. At some point he started to make very strange kind of movements: I suddenly felt him starting to swing himself forth and back, forth and back, and I could actually feel his tiny little dick under his Speedos tightly pressed against the small of my back. I'm inclined to think he actually had an erection, taken how hard it felt against my back. I was of course just as excited as I could be, but didn't do a thing, didn't say a thing, because I was just so confused with all the feelings I had at the moment. Deep inside, I did enjoy the situation like nothing else before, but I was completely incapable of responding in one way or another. And nothing more did happen.

Or one of the times, when Jonah was already nine, and I had already more or less gained the understanding about the "sexual me", in the swimming hall, while I was having a little break sitting at the edge of the pool, half inside the water, Jonah came and climbed to sit on my lap. As if that was not enough, he started to wiggle his adorable little butt just as if to adjust my already hardening dick in the crack of his ass, his back tightly against my chest. If only we had been the only two people in the swimming hall, but in that situation I just had no other choice than to throw him off my lap into the water to prevent some severe embarrassment in front of all the other people.

And the stories could go on and on. Often times, in all the most unlikely situations, he would climb on my lap, facing me, putting his slender arms around my neck, and just look at me, straight at my eyes, sometimes with such a serious look in his eyes, other times just smiling quietly, saying nothing. What I would've given to know exactly what was going through his mind at those moments!

Other times he would just rest his little head on my shoulder, and sigh deeply, seemingly contented. I couldn't say on his behalf of course, but for me all those situations were just loaded with sexual tension. At least when he'd again wiggle his little butt back and forth right on my hardening package... I'd be surprised if he never noticed the hardened bulge in my pants back then.

There were some situations, where his actions were more sexually toned. Sometimes he would suddenly just put his hand on my crotch and grab a good hold of my package through the pants, flashing a cunning smile, his eyes straight at my eyes, just until I'd grab a hold of him and wrestle the giggling boy down on the floor. Some pretty sexual things had also begun appearing to his talks, but for the most part they had always been just remarks, and nothing else ever came up.

Over the past couple of years this kind of incidents had been numerous, but never had I took any action in response to them. I just couldn't be sure about his intentions, and I didn't want to be the one to make initiation.

Not that I didn't just crave to have sex with him in any imaginable way. I was so utterly deeply attracted to his beautiful, slender body; with that smooth, silky soft complexion and completely perfect physiognomy; with absolutely no hair anywhere except his head, which I found so enticing; to his bright eyes and long lashes, his totally edible button nose, perfect row of little boy teeth and perfect boy lips, and his boyishly cut blond hair... And of course not just to his body, but at least as much to his stunning character. I loved him so much for being so utterly sincere and outright by his nature; so extremely witty, yet emotional and sensitive; so lively and playful and talkative, yet capable of stopping down thinking and contemplating; and to top all that, for being so affectionate.

Certainly he did have his faults as well, not even Jonah was completely perfect. At times, he could be such a pain in the butt, and we did have our fights. Other times, if he got a little too excited about something, he could sometimes go way over the limit and behave like such a dumb-ass. But every time after behaving badly, he would really feel sorry and want to settle and apologize. After that, everything would again be all normal, Jonah having returned being the positive, joyful himself -- and me loving him all the more deeply.

I was just so in love with him that I would've given anything for an opportunity to make love with him. But I didn't want to make that happen unless I was completely sure it was what Jonah genuinely wanted and wouldn't later regret. So my decision had been that I would never be the one to make initiation. It had to come from Jonah, were something to ever happen between us. And even if nothing ever would, I'd still feel very happy and privileged just having been his friend.

I woke up from my daydream to the ringing of my mobile phone. It was an early afternoon, so I thought it was probably someone from the office again, too lazy to come over my cubicle, making another stupid question about how exactly was that framework to be configured that I'd designed for the company. But when I saw the caller on the screen of my phone, my heart leaped in joy and expectation. It was Jonah! He must've been having something special going on at his grandmother's, or something, and wanted to share that with me. That was great!

• "Hey, Jonah! What's up?!", I answered the phone.

• "Hi, Steve! You still at work?", spoke a cute boy voice in the other end of the line. God, it was nice to hear his voice!

• "Yep, here I am... enjoying the nice summer weather", I answered moodily.

• "When are you gonna get home?"

• "Well... it depends... Half of the office are on their vacation and it's really dead here, so in theory I could leave whenever I wanted. But I do have my coding to do. Why?"

• "Well... I just thought... as it's kinda nice out there... if you'd like to go out with me and do some stuff... bicycling or something..."

• "But aren't you still at your grandma's?", I asked, suddenly filled with hope.

• "No, we came back last night. Mom had some business to take care of here, so we came back here for at least a few days now."

• "Wow, that's so great!", I replied in astonishment and joy. "I'd be delighted to! Actually, there's nothing I would rather do, to be honest. I'm pretty fed up with my work right now, especially seeing how beautiful it is outside, and it's also so quiet here in the office. When would you like?"

• "Well, whenever you get outta there! I don't have anything special today."

• "Hm, let me think... I think I better finish a few things first, but I wouldn't think they'll take more than an hour or so. So, meet me at my place around four maybe?"

• "That's fine with me!", replied Jonah in a cheerful tone.

• "It's a deal then! See you at four! My place, we'll decide what we'll do then, ok?"

• "Okay, your place at four, see ya!"

My heart raced. In the morning I had no way of expecting a turn like this. I had been under the impression that Jonah was away from the neighborhood for the whole of his holiday. I had expected just another boring day at the office, filled with yearning for Jonah, knowing that I could not see him in quite a while still.

I had almost got used to it already, not even noticing how much I had missed him -- until now that I suddenly had heard his sweet voice. And now I actually agreed about meeting him in just a couple of hours! I didn't remember being as happy and excited in a long time.

JONAH -- THE BOY OF SURPRISES

Chapter 2: A wet biking trip

(m/b, urination, oral)

It was 3:50pm when I got home with my bicycle. I used to ride my bike to work; it's good exercise, and actually even faster than driving a car or taking a bus in the city.

My house was in the suburban area in the outskirts of the city, so it wasn't just plain asphalt and high houses everywhere, but rather felt pretty close to nature, which I loved. So did Jonah. We had been mountain biking in the woods countless times, bicycling along the single-tracks that crisscrossed the forests by tens of miles in total. It was really nice environs, lots of peaceful ponds along the tracks, and very undisturbed nature all around.

Jonah was there already waiting for me outside my house. I somehow expected that, I knew he was looking forward to seeing me, just as I was to seeing him. And the wide smile on his face when he saw me told nothing else.

• "Finally!", he shouted before I had stopped my bicycle.

• "Finally? It's still ten to four!", I replied.

• "Well I've been waiting here for at least fifteen minutes already..."

I laughed heartily. I put my bicycle in the stand and stepped beside Jonah.

• "So nice to see you again", I said, wrapping my arm around his shoulder. "I missed you."

• "I missed you too", said Jonah, and buried his face into my stomach, squeezing me tightly with his arms around me. Oh my, I'd really missed this boy. I hadn't even realized how much!

• "So what should we do?", I asked him, gently stroking his hair.

• "Biking into the woods!", was a quick reply.

• "Okay, so you seem to have chosen already... Well that's fine with me. I'll just go grab some more water in my bottle, and maybe a little snack for us in case we become hungry. Do you have water with you?"

• "Two bottles, you think that's enough?", asked Jonah grinning.

• "Yeah, I think that's enough, if we're not going more than a hundred miles away", I said grinning back.

When we started our ride towards the woods, I noted some darkish clouds arising from the east. The sun was still shining brightly from the west, and apart from the clouds in the east, the weather was still very summery and hot.

• "Look at those clouds in the east, I bet we're gonna have a rain upon us before we're back home", I said to Jonah. I knew the weather could change quite drastically in no time in our climate.

• "Well, we're not made of sugar, now are we?", was his reply. That was my boy! Not afraid of natural conditions, let alone some summer rain. Besides, it was really warm, it would probably be just nice to have some cooling off with the rain, at least not anything we should be worried about.

After maybe half an hour's ride and joyful chitchatting, the clouds had risen almost above us. We had already got in the forest, and I knew there was a beautiful pond quite near us.

• "Why don't we head to this one pond -- what was its name -- there's one not too far from here. You remember that one? We've been there before", I said.

• "I think so. Isn't that just to the right from the next crossroad?"

• "Yes, that's the one", I said. "I like that place, it's very beautiful, and peaceful. Many people don't probably even know it's there, as it's not along any marked trail. But you can get there with a bicycle, if you know the route."

Just as the pond appeared into our sight from behind the trees and the rocky hills surrounding it, the first drops from the sky fell on us. The sun had gone hidden behind a cloud, but it was still very warm, even though we only wore shorts and t- shirts. The rain was still hardly noticeable, but I anticipated it getting heavier pretty soon; that dark were those clouds.

We parked our bikes under a tree and walked down the bank to the waterline. It was really beautiful, the light raindrops playing their silent music falling down the water. No other sounds were audible, even most of the birds had ceased their singing on the beginning of the rain.

• "So beautiful!", I said to Jonah.

Jonah said nothing, but just stood still, staring somewhere into distance over the pond.

• "Lucky for us it's so warm that we don't need to worry about the rain", I said. "We shouldn't be cold even if the rain gets heavier."

We picked up some pebbles from the waterline, and started to throw them to the water. Jonah had become very quiet, which made me a little curious, knowing how lively our chatting had been on the way here. He seemed deep down in his thoughts.

• "Two cents for your thoughts", I said.

Jonah still didn't reply, but just threw another stone as far as he could, seeing it splash to the water somewhere near the center of the small pond. Then suddenly he turned to me, flashing me a very wide smile.

• "You ever tasted piss?", he blurted out.

Whoa! Now what kind of question was this?! Where did that come from??

• "What??", I hardly managed to mutter back.

• "Have you ever tasted piss?", he repeated. "You know, the yellow liquid that comes out of your penis?", he added with a smirk in his face.

He got me again. I still wasn't quite used to this kind of frankness. For him, it was just his nature. He was self- conscious enough to blurt out whatever he wanted to say, whenever he felt like it.

Not that it hadn't always been carefully calculated what he said to whom; I knew he was the type who always had a specific intention in whatever he said. He wasn't the kind of person who would make abrupt or inappropriate comments unexpected, causing awkward situations -- even though these people do exist -- but not Jonah, oh no, in public he was a Good And Well-Behaved Boy! And that's certainly how most people did see him. It was just that with me he seemed to speak quite freely just about everything, without as much as a hint of embarrassment. And sometimes it got quite personal -- even intimate, I might add.

I didn't mind that, of course. To me, it only proved the closeness and sincerity of our relationship. Frankly, I adored his ability to be so honest and up front whenever he felt like it. And the fact that he did so mostly accompanied just by me, really meant a lot to me; I certainly felt very honored to be so trusted, to be that special person to him, whom he could even reveal his secrets to.

And often times, despite of my being a little shy by my nature myself, his spontaneity and directness made me braver, too. I just felt so level with him, being at so exactly the same wavelength that I couldn't help letting go all my inhibitions as well, even when he went to the level of intimacy I would never have had the braveness to go into myself. Besides, I loved that beautiful little creature so awfully much that there was not much I couldn't have gone into with him -- at least if he was the one leading me there...

Now, to actually start a topic about tasting urine intrigued me immensely. What was his motive to start speaking about it?! There must've been something, obviously, or otherwise it would've remained unspoken. Was there something in the subject that he found interesting and wanted to share with me, or was he just being curious?

Either case, we definitely shared the interest. It wasn't just one or two fantasies that I had had about him that involved some piss-play. I felt I actually could give him a truthful answer to his question, but I wanted to find out a little more what he really was up to before showing him my cards.

• "Ha ha, thanks for an illustrative explanation", I answered with some intended irony in my tone. "I guess you drink it every day then, huh?".

Jonah still had the same smirk on his face.

• "Well... maybe not every day, but I have tasted my piss. I've once read it's actually quite good for you, it's very clean at least, there's no germs or anything in it. And I think it tastes rather good", the boy continued, still in obvious seriousness, but also a wide smile on his face.

I almost couldn't believe my ears, and I needed to fight back my laughter. I had to hear about this more.

• "So have you or have you not tasted it?", I now heard Jonah demanding from me.

My mind was racing. In no other circumstances could I have had this kind of conversation, but with Jonah, just any subject goes, it seems. And I was slowly starting to warm up to this topic. Yes, I had tasted piss, my own, that is, a few times when I'd been real horny while jacking off and looking at some hot boylove pics, fantasizing about having a cute little boy pissing into my mouth. It had been so hot, so utterly arousing, but I always thought that would be one of my greatest secrets that I'd definitely bring to grave with me. I never thought I could ever admit that to any living soul whatsoever, absolutely no-one, no matter what.

But now I suddenly felt very much tempted to reveal this secret of mine to this beautiful boy in front of me. To this boy who evidently had an interest very much like my own.

• "Well, yes, I have", I finally decided to confess.

The smile on Jonah's face got even wider, and he had his eyes targeted directly at mine, gleaming of excitement.

• "Wow! So did you like it? Was it your own piss?", shouted Jonah excitedly.

• "Yes, my own, and yeah, it wasn't all too bad...", I answered, blushing a little.

• "Hehehee!... I knew it, I knew it!", said Jonah triumphantly.

I threw another stone to the water. It went flying all the way almost to the opposite bank.

Jonah went on with his revelations.

• "I like mine also. Well, mostly... sometimes it's a little too strong, and sometimes it's way too bland, if I've had too many cokes in a row before. I like it best when it's somewhere in between."

• "Wow, sounds like you do drink your piss every day!", I said widening my eyes at him.

• "Well, not every day... some days I do, some days I don't... but some days I may actually have it several times, if I really feel like it. My record is to drink all the piss that I've had to go in a whole day. So that meant having the same piss in and out of me five times in total. The last rounds were a bit pungent already, so I didn't really like that too much, but the first two or three were very nice! The second round was probably the best tasting."

This boy truly was full of surprises. Not that I hadn't become used to surprises with Jonah, but I never would've anticipated anything like this coming even from him -- not in real life anyway, only in my fantasies at best. I found this highly arousing. I already felt a slight rise inside my pants.

• "Wow, that's something! I've never had it that much, though", I said.

• "So... um, would you... maybe, like to taste mine?.. 'Cause I gotta go pretty bad now... and I thought... that maybe you'd like... you know...", he stuttered, as if a little reservedly this time. It almost looked like he had blushed a little, too, which was highly unusual for him. As if he had had to force that out of him, which wasn't at all like Jonah, who usually spoke out just quite much anything without any difficulties. Was it because he was maybe afraid of how I might react?

Yeah, well, how should I react? I didn't know that myself! I only knew that deep down inside I was dying to get to taste his boy piss, to do whatever he wanted and allowed me to do; I loved every inch and every single drop of that boy; whatever came from him must've been directly from heaven! I wanted to drink his piss, I wanted to taste it, to greedily gulp it down my throat, I wanted to feel it gushing inside my mouth and filling up my belly! That had always been my dream!

But was it appropriate for me to show him that desire?? Wasn't I supposed to be the responsible adult, telling that little child what was appropriate and what was not?

But how would this be inappropriate? It was Jonah's initiative, not mine. If he wanted that, what would be the harm? We had shared a lot already, even if we never had done anything downright sexual before. Besides, I had already admitted tasting piss before, so what would be different? And it seemed he really wanted that; I'd never seen such an effort on Jonah in just trying to speak out something, so he really must've wanted to say that.

Then another doubt overtook my mind: what if he was just kidding me? Was I just imagining things, had I just been overpowered by my fantasies?

But no, he wasn't kidding. I knew him that well. Besides, had he been fooling me, he wouldn't already have revealed his own piss-drinking habits. Once again, that boy was truly showing such enormous trust and confidence on me by revealing me this very private and intimate piece of information. Were I now to turn him down by trying to be a "responsible adult", against all my own indisputable desires, and evidently against Jonah's as well, I would be committing a crime against both of us. No, I could not do that!

• "Here, now?", I feebly managed to let out of my dry mouth.

• "Well, there's no-one here... But only if you want, of course..."

The rain had become a little stronger. You could actually make out individual drops falling on the otherwise calm pond surface. The sound of the rain hitting the water had become louder. Some drops of water had started to drip from Jonah's hair, which was already quite wet, as was mine, too. Still it was warm, both the air and the falling rain were very summerlike, not making you cold at all. Actually, it rather felt very nice to feel the warm rain fall on you, especially after the sweaty heat of the earlier half of the day.

But I had forgotten about the rain altogether. I felt nothing else than the presence of the boy god in front of me, and the enormous love and hunger I felt for him. And here he was offering me a taste of his precious piss, the golden nectar of gods, brewed and warmed inside that divine body standing in front of me, standing there as beautiful as ever in the warm summer rain. I could easily believe he had his bladder pretty full, taken how fast he had gulped down most of his water -- almost two bottles of it. It seemed almost as if he had had this in his mind from the very beginning; as if he had aimed to do just this and to be ready for it -- could he have, really?! I decided I had to seize the opportunity.

I stepped down on my knees in front of him, silently, intently. No-one said a word. I looked at Jonah's eyes, and saw a pair of just equally serious eyes looking back, widened by excitement. His breathing had sped up, and so had mine. I grabbed hold of Jonah's shorts, untied the drawstring, and started to slowly pull the shorts down. Jonah's hands were hanging limp on his both sides.

My heart raced as if I had just run a marathon. My mouth was dry as sand and my hands trembled, when that gorgeous little dick of Jonah's came to sight. It was uncircumcised, and just as little as it was supposed to be with a ten-year-old. It seemed to be in a half-hardened state, but still it was less than two inches long. It started to rise a little more, while I just breathed in the beauty and aroma of that completely hairless, silky smooth crotch area of this little baby boy of mine.

The moment was full of magic. The sight in front of me, the smell of little-boy dick with a hint of dried urine, the sounds of excited breathing from both of us, the adorable little tummy rising and falling in the pace of his panting... My senses were overloaded with all the stimuli of the situation. I could feel the hormones rushing in my body, instantly making me more aroused that I could remember being in a long time.

• "Are you sure?", I breathed out quietly, looking up into his eyes.

Jonah just swallowed and nodded to me.

• "Don't start before I'm ready", I noted, turning back to his delicious crotch.

His dick had risen almost to the full mast, being almost three inches already. The foreskin was still half around his glans. I took a hold of his penis with my forefinger and thumb (the first time in my life that I'd really touched a boy's penis), and pulled his foreskin back. I pushed my nose right at his glans, and inhaled deeply (the first time in my life that I'd really smelled a boy's penis). The aroma was dumbfounding. Not strong, but ah, so sweet. I felt I had never been as aroused as I was now. I closed my eyes, and forgot about the whole world; my whole universe was on this boy, the center being on what I was just about to slip inside my mouth.

I touched the tip of his miniature penis with my tongue. It flicked. I licked it some more, and then carefully sealed my lips around it. I got hungrier, I also wanted his testicles inside. They fitted in quite easily, with just a little help by my other hand.

Then it was all inside, and the feeling was indescribable. My nose pressed into the hairless, silky smooth crotch of my beloved boy, my mouth filled with the tasty little boy penis. Jonah's hands took a firm hold of my head, as if afraid of my mouth leaving his dick. It was really hard now -- and so was mine. I gave Jonah a thumbs-up, trying to mumble something like "go ahead" (probably not succeeding very well my mouth so full), then rested my both hands on his round, smooth butt- cheeks, in anticipation. Oh boy. I was having Jonah's dick in my mouth for real -- for real! Who could've believed this lucky day was ever coming to be?!

Then I felt it. I squeezed my hands on Jonah's firm but smooth buns when his penis first flicked just a little, then boy piss started gushing in my mouth. It was warm and sweet and mildly salty. My mouth was filled quickly and more was coming in a rapid, steady flow. There was no time to stop just to savor the taste, instead I needed to start gulping in fast, or otherwise I would've started spilling it out. The aroma of boy urine filled my nostrils, and I started to swallow faster and faster, until I was literally sucking the hot piss out of his penis.

It tasted so wonderful. I had expected it might taste good, but I would never have believed it was so fantastic! I never had found the taste of my own piss so very enticing, even though the notion of doing something as nasty as taking someone's piss in your mouth had always excited me greatly -- not to mention a little boy's piss. But so far I had never really drunk anyone's piss, only taken a hasty mouthful or two of my own urine, reluctantly swallowing it at best, never ending up loving the taste too much. But this certainly was different. The taste was so much fresher, so much tastier, yet not so pungent and not at all acrid -- like my own sometimes was.

Or was it maybe just because it came from inside my little boy's perfect body, maybe it was just a psychological thing? I don't know, but nevertheless, a fact is that I did find the taste so wonderful that I couldn't get enough of it. I took his dick out of my mouth just for a moment so I could quickly blurt out the words:

• "It's so good!"

During that moment, the warm, golden liquid splashed all over my face coming with full force from the little pecker standing rock hard in front of my eyes. But I didn't want to have any of it wasted, so I quickly took the tiny hose back in my mouth and continued sucking and swallowing the lovely juice coming from inside that divine creature, the boy I loved, the boy I adored, the boy I would've died for without a thought.

I already felt in my stomach that I had really had a good drink of something warm. And something very tasty.

Then, all of a sudden, it stopped. I still ravenously sucked his penis, just in case something would still come out of it, but nothing came. I glanced at Jonah's face, still not letting go of his penis, and saw a look of utter concentration on his face. He had his eyes closed and his breathing was very rapid, and once in a while he let out these little whimpering sounds. He most obviously was enjoying the feelings on his dick to the most.

I decided not to let go of it just yet, at least not when it seemed to be giving so much pleasure to my sweet boy. Instead, I decided we should change the position a little so that he wouldn't need to be standing on his feet all the time. I grabbed him up in the air never letting go of his penis in my mouth, never ceasing the sucking. I carried him to a small grassy plateau just above the bank, tenderly lowering him on the ground, so the sucking could continue undisturbed.

• "Ooh, yeah, oh yeah!! Steve, that feels so good!"

Jonah was whining and whimpering all the time louder with his unbelievably high-pitched shrieks, his eyes tightly shut as my mouth worked on his pecker, sucking, licking, savoring the taste of it, breathing in the intoxicating boy crotch aroma. Suddenly Jonah grabbed the back of my head, and pulled my face even more tightly into his crotch.

I was getting all the more excited. I had formed myself a raging erection inside my shorts, but I had no time to take care of that right now. I was busy taking care of this little angel of mine, this beautiful, adorable boy god of mine, whose heavenly nectar I had just been so privileged to taste and to drink, whose warm golden piss was now so wonderfully filling up my belly.

My hands were wildly wandering around the beautiful slender body of the little boy beneath me, at times going to gently squeeze a nipple under his wet t-shirt, at other times diving in between his luscious, firm, bubble butt-cheeks, probing the little hole my fingers found hiding inside there. I tried to push my finger inside the hole, but found some resistance caused by too much dryness. I retreated and took my finger inside my mouth, licking it the same time as I sucked Jonah's pecker, then guided it back to the entrance of his little hole. This time it slipped in easily, causing an immediate, audible whimper from Jonah.

As I continued sucking, I pushed my finger deeper inside his hole, then pulled it out, then pushed back all the way up to the hilt. I started probing Jonah's warm, silky smooth intestines with my finger, trying to find his prostate. Soon it was most obvious I hit the correct button, as Jonah suddenly let out a loud squeal and his whole body shook and spasmed.

It was a hard little knob the size of an almond, on the rectal wall just behind the root of his little-boy penis. I started moving my finger back and forth on top of it, and got another squeal from Jonah each time I touched it, along with a noticeable spasm in his mid-section. His breathing became more and more rapid, until he was really panting -- from pure pleasure, I knew. He seemed to truly love what I was doing to him.

Occasionally I would also push my finger deeper inside his rectum, and suddenly I felt there was also something else in there, something soft and solid, moving along with my finger. It was warm and gave way when I pushed it with my finger. It was clear: Jonah also had a good turd of boy poop there just waiting to come out! I was totally exhilarated about my finding, but decided to let it be for that time and concentrate on sucking and finger-fucking the aroused boy.

He was in pure ecstasy now, wailing and moaning aloud, his adorable, slender body writhing in pleasure. I wondered whether Jonah had ever had something inside his butt before, touching his prostate like this.

I myself had found the pleasures of sticking objects inside my anus even before going to school. Beside my own fingers I had used pens, handles of different tools like screwdrivers, small toys -- once even a plastic doll's leg -- to bring that wonderful feeling of having something go into my butt hole. I never knew why it felt so good when I was still a kid, but I knew it just did! However, I never had an orgasm by doing it until the age of twelve, when I had had the handle of a toilet brush going in and out of me poking my prostate gland for a slightly longer period of time, and at the same time stroking my penis. I never had anticipated what it was about to do to me if I kept on going with it long enough, but that time I just happened to do so simply because it felt so good. And boy was I stunned when it hit me! It was so overwhelming that I actually got frightened a little by the intensity of the feeling. I had also spurted a little spoonful of sperm on my stomach, which scared me because I didn't know what it was -- I had never seen sperm before -- and why it had suddenly spurted out of my dick. Later I of course found out about everything -- and the habit became regular pretty soon.

Now the look on Jonah's face reminded me of just those times when I had discovered the ultimate pleasures of combined anal and penile stimulation, being then just two years older than Jonah was now. Jonah was just ten, so I was sure he couldn't ejaculate yet, but reckoned he was just about to have a dry little-boy orgasm anyway -- at least it sure sounded like that!

True enough, after a short while Jonah's back suddenly arched with force, the boy shouting his high-pitched aahs and oohs all the more louder, and I could feel his dick stiffening in my mouth in the pace of his wails, until he eventually collapsed on the ground, gasping for air. His face was wet, and probably not just because of the rain, but also for the hard workout he'd just gone through.

• "Oh man, Steve, what happened?!! What did you do? I've never felt anything like that before! That was so wild, I don't believe it!", he panted in high-pitched shrieks, with his eyes wide open.

• "Well congratulations, buddy, seems you just got your first orgasm then!", I told him grinning. "Feels kinda neat, huh?", I added.

Jonah got up in a sitting position, as excited as ever, still out of breath.

• "That was so totally awesome, I still don't believe it! But I thought I couldn't have an orgasm, I've read somewhere you can't until you get hair around your dick, but I just did, so how's that possible?", Jonah went on ranting.

• "It's possible all right. You can have orgasms even at ten, but you just can't cum yet -- that's why they are called dry orgasms", I explained.

• "What's the difference between having an orgasm and cumming, I thought they were the same?", asked Jonah.

• "Well, when you get old enough, having an orgasm makes you cum, too, that is, ejaculate your semen. But since you don't produce semen yet, you'll just have dry orgasms until you do", I continued.

• "So when do you think I'm gonna start cumming?...", asked Jonah, curious.

• "Well I suppose in two-three years at the earliest, some boys don't cum even until they're fifteen. I shot my first sperm at twelve", I said smiling inside at my memories of that time, "but then again, that was also my very first orgasm ever. You had yours already two years younger than me, so congratulations!", I complimented with a grin. Jonah smiled back thrilled.

• "But the average I think is somewhere around twelve- thirteen", I went on with my estimations. "That will also be when you start getting pubic hair and your voice starts getting lower -- that's called puberty", I explained further.

Jonah listened carefully, with obvious interest. His breathing had almost normalized already, but he looked still very excited.

• "Uuhh, it was so wicked!", said Jonah then, flopping back lying onto the wet grass.

He looked so beautiful, so innocent, the serious but clearly very positively surprised look on his cute wet face. Suddenly I had this utter desire to lick the wetness off it. I bent down over him, and started licking and kissing all over his face, tasting the slightly salty flavor from his sweat, which made me all the more excited. I devoured his face all over, licked and sucked greedily, in utmost excitement. Jonah seemingly didn't have any objections to that, as he just put his hands around my neck and started moaning again, his eyes closed. I moved my mouth on his perfect, soft lips, and started sucking them in earnest.

I could feel his tongue pushing in between my lips. I opened my mouth so that his tongue could slip in, and pushed my tongue inside his mouth as well. I knew all about french kissing -- in theory -- but never had I been able to imagine how good it could really feel. I was thrown in seventh heaven while kissing that adonis of mine, tasting his full lips, feeling the insides of his sweet little mouth, his perfect teeth, his delicious tongue. Jonah squeezed my face even more tightly to his face, our mouths firmly connected, our tongues wildly licking the insides of each other's mouths.

Suddenly Jonah stopped kissing.

• "Nice pissy taste that you got in your mouth!", he said grinning, flashing me a wide, happy smile.

• "Oh, really? I wonder how that can be!", I answered.

We both laughed at the joke, then returned kissing again for some while.

• "That was the best feeling I've ever had", said Jonah finally, looking deep down into my eyes. I felt like he could see straight through me, all the way deep down into my soul. I felt I really was touched inside my soul, indelibly, unforgettably. By this little boy. This boy I loved above anything else in the whole universe.

• "That was the best taste I've ever had", I replied.

He smiled cheerfully.

• "Can I taste your piss now?"

He seemed to be insatiable, once he got going. On the other hand, I was also still extremely excited, probably more so than ever before in my life. Here I was, really making love to my sweetheart; the greatest of my wishes that I had deposited deep down inside my heart, had now come true. And from his initiative, with absolutely no doubt it was something he also definitely wanted. Now the barrier had been broken, now it was evident for both of us that we really did like to be intimate with each other, we did want to have sex with each other. We no longer needed to hide our desires from each other, we no longer needed to beware of what we say or what we do just because we didn't know if the other would approve.

• "Would you really want that?", I asked.

• "Of course! You already had mine!", exclaimed Jonah quite matter-of-factly. "Fair is fair, I want my share too!"

I laughed heartily.

• "Okay, but first I want you to tell me, where did you come up with this idea of drinking piss? And what did you mean by saying you 'knew it' that I had also tasted piss?", I started to question him.

• "Well... I've always liked piss, from as long as I can remember. I just like the taste of it, it's that simple!", answered Jonah smilingly, looking straight in my eyes. "And I thought, as we're so much alike, you know, we're interested in many similar things, so I thought you'd probably like it too... and I thought it would be so cool if you did!"

• "Hehehe, well that makes sense! And you got it quite close, too, didn't you? Only I especially like YOUR piss, not so much mine or anybody else's!"

• "Steve... I love you", said Jonah suddenly. He had a very serious expression on his face, and he had his eyes fixed at my eyes. My heart melted.

• "Jonah, you know, I love you too so much", I answered. I was very moved by what he had said. "Thanks for saying that, Jonah. You just made me the happiest man on earth."

Jonah pulled my face again into his face, guiding our lips together, and we engaged into one more passionate kiss. Then he broke it again.

• "Now, I want that urine of yours, I'm thirsty!", exclaimed Jonah commandingly, with a playful tone in his voice, and started to get up from the ground.

I certainly did have my bladder full of piss, and being as horny as I was, I didn't want to hold off any longer. The only thing was that I wasn't completely sure if I was able to let my urine out having my dick so hard. But I was sure going to try! I got up on my knees and started to untie the string of my shorts.

• "Wait! I want to do that", Jonah interrupted, shoving my hands away.

Once he got the string untied, he started to pull my shorts down, hurriedly, not expressing all too much patience.

• "That looks nice", he commented, when he got his first look at my ragingly hard dick. "It's so big!"

The truth was, I didn't have such a big dick. Certainly it was big in comparison to that of Jonah's tiny little pecker, but it was actually only about average size, as far as I knew at least. It was no more than seven inches long when erect, and barely two inches in diameter. But I was very happy with that, I didn't think size mattered. It sure was still very capable of giving me such great pleasure. And I had always thought that boy-wise it'd only be good not to have a monster cock -- just in case something interesting should some day happen... And it seemed that something indeed was now happening!

I saw Jonah close his eyes and slowly lean forward so that his nose was soon almost touching the head of my very erect penis. Jonah just held his nose there and inhaled deeply several times, eyes still closed, a very concentrated look on his sweet little face.

I nudged my hard-on to lightly touch Jonah's button nose. Jonah didn't even flinch, but only continued his intent breathing. He seemed to be enjoying the fragrance on my penis to the fullest, breathing in its aroma time and time again, just as I had enjoyed his.

It was like the time had stopped. We stayed like that for maybe just a minute, but it felt like a whole lot longer time.

By now, we were almost soaked from the rain. It had gotten all the more heavy, and it was truly raining now. Jonah's hair was completely wet, water dripping down from it on his shoulders. But we couldn't care less. Actually, the rain made the atmosphere really magical, it was like we were the only beings in the whole world, in the midst of this unspoiled nature, listening to the music of rain falling down on the surface of that beautiful pond. Just Jonah and me -- all that we needed. And we still weren't cold at all, on the contrary, the temperature felt just right -- not too hot anymore, either.

• "You can start whenever I get my mouth in place", advised Jonah, opening his dreamy eyes for just a moment.

He took hold of my hard dick with his right hand and put his mouth around the tip. Slowly he went a little deeper, so that my glans was all the way inside his sweet mouth. I could never have imagined how good his mouth felt on my dick. It was so smooth, so warm -- so magnificent. His tongue was licking the underside of my glans, stimulating its highly sensitive nerves. I let out a sigh of great pleasure.

Jonah glanced up at me, signaling that he was ready. I tried to relax so to get my piss flowing, but I couldn't do it.

• "I'm so hard I can't let go!", I complained.

Then Jonah decided to help me a little by starting a strong suction on the head of my dick. Despite the added stimulation and excitement, it did help eventually. Concentrating, after a while, I was able to open the barriers and my bladder started emptying itself with force. I looked closely at Jonah trying to gulp down all of my gushing piss, but he couldn't quite keep up the pace, and some piss was inevitably leaking out of his mouth. It was such a wonderful sight, his sweet mouth tightly wrapped around my dick, a definite look of great pleasure and enjoyment on his perfect face.

Suddenly Jonah squeezed hard on my dick with his hand, stopping the flow of my piss, and took his mouth off my dick. His mouth was now full of the warm piss, but he didn't swallow. Instead, he got up and pressed his lips against mine. I got the idea, and opened my mouth to him. A flow of warm urine filled my mouth, along with Jonah's slippery tongue probing inside. Neither of us swallowed, so the piss just moved forth and back inside our mouths.

Jonah had moved so that he was now sitting on my lap, his legs around my back, his hands around my neck, squeezing our bodies tightly together. Now that Jonah no longer held on my dick, the piss started flowing again from my dick, this time onto both of our bellies. I tried to hold it back a little, but it was too painful, so I just let go, soaking us both with the warm urine.

The feeling of warm piss moving inside our firmly connected mouths was indescribable. Even though I did think Jonah's piss had tasted better, still the taste of urine filling my nostrils, my lips connected to those of Jonah's, his tongue fidgeting inside my mouth, my tongue feeling the smooth insides of his mouth -- it was driving me crazy! I had never ever in my life felt so good and so horny, and so hungry for that little boy that I held tightly in my arms, squeezing him against me, feeling his wet body against me.

Then Jonah swallowed, sucking the rest of the piss from my mouth, and broke our kiss.

• "Hold it a little, I don't want it all to be wasted!", he exclaimed, referring to the piss still flowing out my dick. He quickly took hold of it again, guiding the tip in his mouth. I still had some amount of piss left, which Jonah again started greedily gulping down. This time, no more of my piss spilled from his mouth. Then I was drained.

Even though no more piss came from my piss slit, Jonah still didn't let go of my dick. He seemingly had decided to pay it all back what I had done to him, and so continued sucking my dick. Again I experienced feelings totally unknown to me before. Jonah's silky smooth mouth around my glans, sucking wildly, his tongue fidgeting around the tip of my dick, probing my piss slit; I had never experienced anything as erotic in my whole life. Then suddenly Jonah started to slowly move his head back and forth on my shaft so that in essence I was fucking his face. That made me almost out of control and I felt getting closer and closer to climaxing.

• "Oooh, Jonah, I'm gonna cum in just a few seconds, if you keep going like that!!", I warned him.

But he didn't seem to care, but rather increased his pace, and I was doomed. Every single nerve in my body started screaming with extreme pleasure. I felt the pressure inside me build up to levels I had never before experienced. The orgasm came like a bolt from the blue, more powerful than ever, making my head spin. I heard a loud groan coming from my throat when I felt the first spurt of semen shooting from my urethra to the warm cavity surrounding my rock hard dick. I was in complete ecstasy, feeling nothing else than the violent release of my seed, and I couldn't help but just groan out aloud. I grabbed Jonah's head with both of my hands, pushing my dick even deeper down inside his mouth until I thought I felt the back of his throat touching my dick.

I moaned and groaned while more and more of my seed erupted from my dick inside my little boy's mouth. I turned to have a look at my beloved working on my shaft. My dick was buried deep inside almost all the way, only the last couple inches were visible outside, my pubic bush almost touching Jonah's beautiful nose. I couldn't believe he had it so deep inside his mouth. He was squeezing his hands tightly around my legs, and his mouth was stretched wide open in order to accommodate the whole of my shaft. He had an expression of such excitement and concentration on his face that just seeing it caused still one more ferocious burst of my semen to erupt deep inside his beautiful mouth.

Eventually my dick got so sensitive that I had to remove it from inside Jonah's beautiful face. It still didn't show any signs of getting softer. Jonah let out an audible "awww..." of complaint when he had to let go of my now slimy dick. I was all giddy with my feelings; feelings of joy, feelings of deepest love, feelings of the ultimate release I'd just experienced. I had to kiss that boy again, and kneeled down to get hold of his wet face. Jonah got the idea immediately, and hungrily pressed his lips against mine. The kiss was extremely passionate, our tongues intertwining with each other, our mouth juices mixing together. I could clearly taste the remains of my semen in Jonah's mouth, even though he had swallowed almost all of it already. Boy did I wish I could taste his semen as well, but for obvious reasons, that I was going to have to wait for some time still...

We lied on the wet grass enjoying the afterglow of our sex. I was lying on my back, Jonah was lying on his stomach on top of me, his head now peacefully resting on my chest. I had my arms wrapped around Jonah's back, his were lying limp on the ground. We were both still naked on our mid-sections; we had both lost our shorts somewhere along our frenzied love-making. The rain was still falling on us just as heavily, and we were completely soaked.

I couldn't believe what had just happened. How could that have happened?! How could I have been so lucky?! This was more than a dream come true -- it was a whole bunch of dreams come true. And who knew what else there was to come, now that the barriers of denial and abstinence had been removed from between us and the first step taken?

I moved my hands on Jonah's soft buttocks, slick with the still falling rain, squeezing and rubbing them lightly. They felt so good in my hands. How desperately I had been wanting to touch them like this, to hold them like this, to feel the hidden inside of the crack between them, but never having been able to do that before. I wondered if Jonah would let me get to know his sweet behind even more closely some time. I certainly had dreamt a lot about doing many different things on his backside, but never had I considered it an actual possibility. I definitely had a great hunger for his body, and not the least for his delicious butt. Now suddenly I dared to hope so much more than before.

• "Guess what?", said Jonah suddenly raising his head, with a wide grin on his face.

• "Yes?", I replied.

Jonah's grin only widened, when suddenly I felt something warm spreading on my belly.

• "I have to go again!", was the answer.

We started laughing out loud, feeling Jonah's warm piss spread in between our bellies, soaking our already wet t-shirts even wetter. The warmness of it felt wonderful, but even greater was the feeling of knowing what was warming us up. The piss started to dribble down onto the grass from both sides, when Jonah suddenly hurried up on his feet, still pissing. He stood directly over me, directing the stream on my chest, on my neck, then all the way up on my face. I opened my mouth trying to get the stream hit my mouth. That was obviously where Jonah also aimed, because the stream got steady at the moment it started to fill my mouth.

It only lasted a few moments, though, as so much of this latest bladderful was already wetting our fronts and the grass beneath us. But it was delicious as long as it lasted.

• "Liked it?", he asked grinning mischievously.

• "Well what would you think, you smart-ass?", I replied teasingly.

• "Well, I think many people wouldn't appreciate it so much being pissed on", was his witty answer. God, I loved his razor- sharp wits and quick brain! It was so exhilarating always to hear him talk so smart, to hear that coming from his little ten-year-old boy mouth.

• "Hahaha, well then I guess they just don't know the good", I said. "Or then they just have never been pissed on by anyone as beautiful as you", I added in a more serious tone.

Jonah went silent for just a moment, and a smile started to widen on his face. He kept his bright eyes glued at mine, showing obvious delightedness and happiness for what I had said.

• "You really mean that?.. The beautiful part?", he said kneeling down again and settling himself to sit on my stomach. He kept staring at me, smiling a happy smile.

• "Jonah, you are the most adorable and beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on. You are such a God's masterpiece", I said with a convincing tone in my voice, touching him softly on his cheek.

Jonah just kept still for a moment, and then suddenly bent down wrapping his arms around my neck and pressing his cheek tightly against my cheek.

• "I think you are beautiful, too, Steve", he said, squeezing very hard, looking like he was bursting with joy. He started to drown me with wet kisses all around my face and on my mouth. He was such a sweetheart. God, I loved him so much.

Eventually we managed to get dressed again in our completely soaked clothes and hop back on our bicycles. As it turned out, we decided to head back home the shortest way, as the rain still didn't show any marks of easing up.

• "At least no-one can notice we've been pissing on each other", had Jonah cheerily remarked, and he was right, we were so soaked from the rain that it looked like we had been swimming with our clothes on. Luckily we were still pretty warm, but we didn't feel like riding our bikes any further away, either.

It was funny, although we didn't talk much on our way back home, Jonah had this certain new kind of smile on his face all the time, and he kept giving me those funny looks, flashing that very happy-looking smile each time. I couldn't help but smile back, I was so happy seeing Jonah happy. And of course I was also just exhilarated about all the new aspects in our relationship that we had just today uncovered. I couldn't wait to find out more...

JONAH -- THE BOY OF SURPRISES

Chapter 3: Staying overnight

(m/b, oral, anal, scat, urination)

We were back at my place around six. It was starting to get a little darker already, even though the sunset was still more than an hour away, but the thick clouds made it seem a lot later. It still hadn't stopped raining, even though the strongest gush seemed to be over. We were completely soaked (both from water and piss), and no longer felt so warm. I had already images of a hot sauna buzzing in my head, and in those images I also had Jonah there with me...

• "Why don't you call your mother and ask if you can stay here to go to sauna with me, and get your clothes dry in the meantime?", I suggested to Jonah while putting our bikes under the shelter. "Or you could stay over, too, if you'd like -- and if it's okay for her, of course".

• "Can I?!", he almost jumped with excitement. "I'd love to stay, if it's okay with you!"

• "Of course it's okay with me, what else did you expect?", I replied grinning. "It's Friday and there's no work tomorrow, so I'd enjoy your company, of course -- but what I'm not so sure about, is what your mom will think".

• "Oh she'll let me, if only you say to her it's okay with you. I'm sure she'll be only happy to have a free night with her new, dear boyfriend..."

I could sense the dissatisfaction in Jonah's tone about his mom's relationships to men. Barbara hadn't had a stable and long-lasting relationship after her first (and so far only) marriage, which also was the one that had brought Jonah to her. But the bastard husband had disappeared from her and his son's lives when Jonah was only two, after which the men in Barbara's life had come and gone, one after another, not one of them staying for too long.

This was naturally very unfortunate for Jonah, having to grow up without a dad like that. The occasional short-term step- dads had never been able to even remotely replace a father, or even to act as role models for a little kid like Jonah. They had all been too busy concentrating on Barbara, and never on Jonah. It's no surprise Jonah had eventually lost all interest into Barbara's boyfriends, after years of futile attention- seeking from them.

However, Barbara wasn't such a bad mother, but rather a very responsible one. She took good care of her son, and as much as seeking a man into her life, he was seeking a father figure for her son. And it was Barbara, who had dumped the most of her boyfriends -- not the other way around -- after realizing they'd never be able to take the position and responsibility of a step-father. Unfortunately, no-one so far had shown her that quality.

One's misfortune is another's fortune, it is said. While I couldn't say I was happy about Jonah not having a father, it certainly had helped me to bond with him more closely. Barbara seemed to appreciate Jonah spending time with me as well, knowing that a little growing boy like Jonah needed a man in his life. Were there a father, it certainly would've dimmed my chances of being an important male character in Jonah's life. Now, on the other hand, enjoying Jonah's friendship earned me constant expressions of gratitude from Barbara, about how great she thought it was that I bothered to find the time to be with her son, about how important she thought it was for Jonah to have such a role model, after her "jerk son-of-a- bitch ex had left his son and never even looked back".

It was sad, but I felt happy I could be there for them both. Maybe one day Barbara would find the right one, who could also be a father for Jonah. Until that, I was more than happy to be a substitute for him.

• "Ok, I can talk to her, but you call her first", I replied.

Jonah was right, Barbara had no complaints about him staying over. And as it was Friday, and I didn't have to go to work tomorrow, it wasn't even hard to convince her it was no trouble for me having him stay overnight. Jonah had already spent many nights with me, and so Barbara knew it would work out without any hassle. I had a king-size waterbed with plenty of room for both of us, so there wasn't even any need to make a bed for Jonah; it was already prepared.

I loved my sauna. I couldn't imagine living without one. It certainly was one of the great pleasures I had in my life. Going to sauna after an exercise outdoors was always an enjoyment, and having some good company with you made it even better. Jonah liked sauna a lot, too.

This time bathing with Jonah was even more special. Now that we had found the new level of our relationship, he was so much more straightforward and physical than ever before. While in sauna, he made sure he had all the time a comfortable position leaning tightly against me. He would snuggle against me, my arm around his slender, heavenly body, or he would lie on the bench his head resting on my lap. We would talk about all the boyish things that came to his mind, and enjoyed ourselves immensely.

I couldn't prevent starting to rise, feeling his smooth, beautiful body against me, and sure enough, Jonah couldn't help noticing that, either.

• "Hey, you're getting a boner!", the naked boy on my lap informed, grinning widely.

• "Well, what can you do when you have such a sexy little boy lying on your lap?", I replied -- without a hint of exaggeration.

The smile on Jonah's face got wider, and it was a happy smile. He got himself up on his knees so that he could bend closer to my hardening dick, taking his face just inches away from my hard-on.

• "Looks delicious", he announced. I was rather amused by the comment.

• "You look delicious too", I replied, laughing. On that, Jonah took his lips on my dick and suddenly engulfed the whole of my glans inside his satin mouth. I wasn't expecting that -- even if it was a dream to me. The sensation was once again overwhelming.

• "Uh...", was all I could mutter. My dick got once again just as hard as it could ever get. I couldn't think of a more sexy sight than Jonah swallowing my hard seven inches into his little-boy mouth there on my lap. My heart rate must've jumped up by tens in mere seconds.

Jonah slowly started an up-and-down movement with his mouth on my dick, simultaneously licking the shaft and the sensitive glans with his tongue. Each time my dick sank in deeper, until I once again thought I could feel the back of his throat with the head of my dick. I wondered if that could really be -- didn't he get a gag reaction, his mouth and throat so choking full of dick?! But there really were several inches of my shaft embedded into his mouth. This boy really knew the tricks, it seemed. How could this be happening?!

While being treated in such an erotic manner by that godly creature on my lap, my eyes traversed hungry with lust all around his slender, hairless, simply perfect body. The fragile neck bearing the beautiful head; the smooth back with such a cute curve down towards the most delicious pair of bubble butt cheeks; the crack between the cheeks so utterly inviting; the slender legs with such edible little toes on the feet.

I couldn't help bending my face down at Jonah's delicious ass. I barely made it in that position, but eventually did manage to sink my nose between the round cheeks. I sniffed deeply. The fragrance was just so heavenly, even if it wasn't strong. I felt I had to taste the little rosebud between the cheeks. I started lapping the ring from outside for a while, until I decided I needed to get inside there. I slowly started to penetrate Jonah's anal ring with my tongue, and sure enough, it started to open for me to have a taste deeper. The fragrance grew stronger and as much more exciting. It had a distinct aroma of boy shit, but the smell was so much more as well; the smell of a little boy butt. What could be a more exhilarating smell?! I was getting delirious of the experience.

Just as I was starting to feel a closing orgasm, Jonah stopped and rose up.

• "Come, we need to do something", he said grabbing my hand. Saying no more, he led our sweaty asses out of the sauna and into my bedroom. "Now lie down on your back", he further instructed.

I thought maybe he had got enough of the heat in the sauna, and just wanted to continue in a bit cooler atmosphere. But wasn't I wrong, he indeed had something else on his mind, too. He did not just bend down to go on sucking my dick, but instead climbed on top of me, his knees on both sides of me on the bed.

• "You're going to butt-fuck me now, Steve", he announced, grinning.

Finally it struck me. That's what he was after! Oh boy! But how was this possible? How could he even know anything about butt-fucking??

• "What?!", was all I could response.

Despite my astonishment, I couldn't help getting extremely excited about the situation. The most secret all-time wish of mine, served in front of me just like that. What would I have given for a butt-fuck with Jonah so long time ago already! The fulfillment of my deepest wishes! The realization of the fantasy I had jacked off with so many hundreds and hundreds of times before, but never thought it ever really and actually could come true -- and here we were!

Only the problem was, I still knew it couldn't happen. Even if Jonah was willing, I couldn't do it because it would most probably hurt him.

• "You heard me, you're going to butt-fuck me now", he confirmed, starting to adjust my dick at his hole already. I stopped him.

• "Jonah, how do you even know about butt-fucking?! Where did you get that idea?? You know we can't do that!", I said, still totally flabbergasted about his suggestion.

• "Why not? Don't you want to?", Jonah coaxed.

• "Johan, as much as I'd love that, we can't do that -- it's never gonna fit inside your butt. You will get hurt.", I said to him, starting to rise up from the bed so he couldn't start the doomed attempt.

• "No I won't! You'll see. It will fit in just fine", he said and pushed me back to the sheets.

I didn't know what to do. I was of course horny as hell by his suggestion, and wanted nothing more than being able to follow his intentions. But wouldn't it hurt him? He was still such a little boy, it surely would hurt him, wouldn't it? But how come he seemed so certain about this? Did he know better than me? He had obviously heard the term butt-fucking somewhere -- was there maybe something else he had learned about it, too?

My absoluteness about not letting Jonah even try it started to crack. He seemed so certain and determined about it -- it was his butt he was talking about and not mine, after all.

Before I could ponder it any further, he already started his descent on my rock hard dick, adjusting it at his hole. My suspicions about it never fitting there became stronger as I felt the tight little hole on the tip of my cock.

• "Jonah, it's not gonna fit, and if you just force it in, it will hurt you like hell! You better stop!", I wailed, but couldn't really do anything from my position to prevent him from doing it. And I'm not sure if I even wanted...

Despite of what I said to him, Jonah went on like he hadn't heard a word. And suddenly, the wonder of wonders, I felt the moist boy-hole open, and the head of my dick slipped inside the hot, velvety tunnel. Just like that!

I couldn't believe it. He did know better. There was no trace of pain on his face, either -- quite on the contrary -- and the penetration had felt like there were no difficulties whatsoever with him doing it.

When the tip of my dick was swallowed inside his rear, a long spurt of piss gushed out of his hard little dicklet, hitting me straight on my face and on my chest. This was a happy surprise, and whatever I could reach, I tried to catch in my mouth. I had now abandoned all objections about us doing this, the suspicions replaced by utmost excitment.

Deep moans escaped from both Jonah and me, caused by the sudden feelings from the penetration and the heat of the utter sexual charge between us two. Trickles of his warm piss started to drip on the sheets, but I wasn't a least bit concerned about dirtying them, the feelings of ecstasy and greatest horniness started to take unquestionable precedence. Heck, washing machines had been invented! Then again, I decided I wasn't going to wash these sheets very soon, but rather savour the marks of this moment on them for a long time...

Jonah groaned loudly, but it was clearly not from pain, but from an intense mix of anticipated pain and pleasure. It was amazing. I just stared at the glorious sight on top of me, his hole stretched wide open around my rock hard dick, his little pecker squirting puddles of warm, yellow piss on my navel and chest and some also in my mouth; his hole contracting around my dick in the pace of his squirts, causing feelings on my dick that were fast driving me completely nuts.

I never could've believed I could come to this situation; the ultimate dream I'd always had; the fantasy of all fantasies; but here I was, my cute little Jonah simply demanding to get my dick inside his tight little boy hole, the gloriest hole of all holes, incontrovertibly the number one place where I ever could even dream of putting my dick into.

I was in heaven, but so seemed to be Jonah, judging from the looks on his face and from the moans and grunts he so loudly made. Slowly, centimeter by centimeter, he lowered himself so that less and less of my dick was visible outside his butt. Each time he got lower, a loud grunt was heard from his throat, and another gush of hot piss flew in a high arc from his quivering stiffy.

When almost half of my dick was successfully buried inside, I suddenly felt something in his butt blocking my way, and Jonah also stopped going any further down. Then I realized what it was -- it was the massive turd I had felt with my finger in his rectum earlier by the pond! Sure enough, I hadn't seen Jonah go to toilet even once after we came from the woods two hours before, and when I thought of it, he had also let out some very ripe gas-flows several times since then, which also indicated there must've been a whole lot of smelly boy-shit inside his rectum! His obviously full bladder was explained as well by the several cans of coke we had consumed when we were waiting for the sauna to warm up. No wonder he was squirting piss so generously now.

I felt extremely excited for taking note of the fresh boy-shit that was still there in Jonah's butt, as this was once again one of my most secret fantasies now coming true! Piss-play was one thing, but I had also had a very special relationship with shit since the very early days of my life. Even still, as an adult, I often would just shit my pants out of the sheer fun of it and getting great pleasure from doing that. I also always had a supply of adults' diapers at home, and wearing them in different places and situations -- at times also in public -- I'd purposefully push them full of hot, steaming shit, most often also relieving a really aching bladder in them at the same time, so that the diapers would eventually be so full that brown trickles would start dripping down my legs.

Sometimes, after not having shitted in two days, I'd sneak in a playground or a park or some other public place after dark, sit on a bench or a playhorse or a swing, light up a cigarette, lower my pants -- and let everything go. That would always give me such a rush, feeling the hot shit exiting my achingly full rectum and spreading all over the surface underneath me, warming up the seat so nicely and getting my whole backside so wonderfully covered with shit.

An extra rush would come from knowing that the pile of shit I'd leave there would most certainly be noticed by other people the next day -- not to mention that those people would also be likely to include little boys! This was why I'd always loved playgrounds most for this hobby of mine -- and whenever available, the playhorse would be my favorite! The curved shape of its back would spread my butt cheeks so snugly, making the shit spread all over it in so exciting way. And just to think of that, my dried shit probably ending up on several different boys' butts riding the horse by the end of the coming day... Maybe some boys would even get aroused from realizing that somebody had sat there on his naked butt and let the shit come out and spread all over the back of the horse -- and around that somebody's butt cheeks as well. Now there's a thought to jerk off for!

I'd had this love for shit for as long as I could remember, from the earliest childhood memories to the very present. It hadn't been more than a few weeks since I last was on this kind of "secret mission" on a nearby playground -- and enjoyed it immensely, as always -- and my first I'd probably carried out as a first-grader at the school's playground after school. I simply loved shit -- always had and always would.

Now, if playing with your own shit was wonderful, playing with a little boy's shit was a dream of countless multitudes greater! Not to mention if it was felt right inside where it was produced -- and even better yet, with your stone hard love pole! Never had I thought this possible, not even by a far chance, but here I was, my dick steadily sinking deeper and deeper into a most adorable little ten-year-old boy's hot, velvety smooth, shit-filled rectum.

I could already feel the softer shit starting to gather around my glans, while the more solid turd was still retreating deeper inside Jonah's rectum along with my penetrating pole. Apparently, also Jonah had realized there was a collision between my dick and the shit inside his tunnel. From what I could tell, however, he seemed to be experiencing nothing else than even greater pleasure from realizing that!

When I came to think of it, I was inclined to believe he had actually saved his shit inside him purposefully, specifically for this occasion -- for me butt-fucking him -- but not telling me anything about his plans. Things had all gone just how Jonah had made them happen. He must've felt the massive load of shit coming for some time already, as there had been a big turd in his rectum more than two hours ago already, and now there was bound to be even lots more. It was most obvious to me that he had had the very specific intention of getting me to fuck him in a shit-filled ass. And here we were -- me having done nothing but followed Jonah's lead, and having had no idea what was to come... How devious this boy could be!

But I definitely didn't mind, and I wondered if somehow Jonah had been able to anticipate my attitude towards this. It was a fact that I loved shit-play, but I'd never told Jonah (or anybody) about this attraction of mine, and I had taken good care that I'd never even given a hint in that direction to anybody, ever. As it seemed to me, Jonah could at most guess and hope I was into shit-play, but he had no way of knowing.

At any rate, if he had contemplated this, he was absolutely correct with his assumption, he most certainly was -- and boy, was I glad that he was!

While pondering this I suddenly felt Jonah open even more and then starting to slowly go further down. Once again Jonah let out a high-pitched yelp of pleasure along with loud moans, and I felt how the hot shit in his velvety canal started to enfold more and more around my dick, while all the time less and less of my shaft was left visible outside of Jonah's bubble butt. Both of us were grunting and groaning out aloud, Jonah at one moment having his eyes tightly shut, at another wide open, the look of utter concentration on his sweet little face.

• "Oh my, Jonah, this is so good... unghh... on my god... your ass is so warm and tight!... Are you sure you're okay?!", I asked without any real concern, as I could clearly see the utmost pleasure on his face, and no trace of pain.

• "Uuhhh... yeah... I definitely am... this is better than anything I've ever felt before!...", he uttered.

I was inclined to believe him, and that was most certainly what it was for me. Soon I almost couldn't believe my eyes as Jonah was firmly sitting on my crotch, my whole seven inches embedded inside of him.

• "It's all the way in, I can't believe this", I shouted with amazement. "I never would've believed you could take it all!"

• "Unghhh... you know... I've been practicing... uuhhh... you'd be surprised to know what I can get inside of me!"

Holy shit! He was just like me! He liked piss and seemingly shit, too, and evidently he had been purposefully training his butt to accommodate things inside -- just as I had done since the times of my own boyhood! It must've been faith that we had gotten together, the two of us with these very similar sexual interests; there was no other explanation. I couldn't believe my luck. I also couldn't believe it had taken that long for any of this to be revealed, but I sure as hell was happy it finally did!

I wanted to know what the things were he had gotten inside his boy hole, but at the moment I was too busy handling with the enormous amount of most intense feelings being inside this boy's hot, tight butthole, feeling the insides of his rectum with my rigid dick and knowing his butt was full of his hot boy shit, just waiting to gush out. But my dick was still preventing it to flow out, and that seemed to cause even stronger feelings for Jonah in his butt, seeing how ecstatic look he had in his eyes.

• "At least I know you've got a huge load of hot boy shit inside you at the moment -- and I absolutely love it!", I said with a grin. A wide smile immediately appeared on Jonah's face.

• "I'm glad you like it, I was a little afraid that you wouldn't", said Jonah in between his rapid gasps. "But I thought you probably would, so that's why I saved it for you", he added, now grinning very mischievously.

So here it was -- I was correct! I now knew for sure I truly had met my kindred spirit.

• "I'm very glad you did, my sweet little lover-boy, I love it so much!", I added.

Suddenly another strong gush of warm piss sprayed out of his hard little penis wetting the whole front of my body and face, along with a loud grunt from Jonah. Some of the piss flew all the way over my head to the pillow and the wall behind me, some of it landed right at my mouth filling my taste buds immediately with the divine taste of the freshest boy piss. At the same time I both heard and felt something oozing out of his butt hole around the root of my hard shaft. As I turned my eyes to his very stretched hole, I saw lumps of brown semi- soft shit extruding out from his hole dirtying the whole of my crotch area in one brown mess. The smell of fresh boy shit reached my nostrils immediately making me all the more horny and excited. Jonah was yelping and grunting and shrieking out of sheer bliss from the feelings he had in his nether regions. His hole stretched more and more by the shit oozing out of his rectum. The piss squirting out of his rock hard little dick must've made him just out of his mind. I could relate to his feelings very well, being as horny as I was, and knowing what it feels to be pushing out your shit at the same time when you're being penetrated -- I'd been there myself, and I'd found it to be one of the most amazing feelings you can possibly have your body go through.

This intensified my feelings as well, and suddenly I started to feel like cumming. But I didn't want it to end this soon, so I fought back as hard as I could. Lucky for me I had had a lot of practice in holding back my orgasms, from the regular masturbating sessions I had had along the years, but this was still a very close one.

• "Hold it for a moment, okay? Otherwise I'm gonna cum in just a second and then it will be over", I instructed.

Jonah stopped moving and held still, not wanting this to be over yet himself. After a while, however, along with another loud grunt from him, the recent situation re-emerged, and a strong gush of both piss and shit came out of him. The mixed smell of boy piss and shit was on its way fast to make me insane. It was the best and most delicious smell I could think of, making me completely crazy of lust, and I so much wanted to start hard-fucking the boy sitting on top of me, my dick buried deep inside his shitty boy hole. But for the time being, I contained myself, as I knew the end would be just too close if I didn't hold it back.

Jonah was sitting on my crotch not moving, and soon enough I felt the immediate danger of premature ejaculation being over. I looked at the delicious pile of brown shit around the base of my cock, and took my hand to where the shit had extruded from his hot insides. Finally, after all these years of fantasizing about boys' exrements, I got my hands on real, fresh little-boy shit!

I grabbed a fistful of still very warm shit in my hand and started to spread it all over my pissy stomach -- instant tan! I grabbed some more of it to both of my hands, and started to spread it on Jonah's silky smooth body, on his adorable, perfectly hairless belly and chest, and on his backside as well. The smell grew even stronger and I was simply delirious of the pleasure it brought to me. I pulled Jonah down to rest on my chest with my shitty hands and continued spreading the warm brown substance all over his back. Both of us were murmuring and grunting from the pleasure we felt. I grabbed still more of his shit from where we were joined, at the same time feeling how stretched his hole really was around my very swollen shaft, and spread the shit around on our joined bodies where there still was room for more. We were panting and sweating as if we had been running for an hour straight, and the smell of fresh boy shit was intoxicating.

Then an idea came to my mind. Jonah had tricked me with not telling he was full of shit when taking me in his butt -- not that I had minded that, though! But I got a wicked idea of paying him back feeling I had my bladder pretty full -- I would empty it right up inside his ass! I started to concentrate on letting my piss flow inside his butt, not saying anything. It was difficult, though, having my dick so hard and lying on my back, and I didn't seem to be able to get it started. So I maneuvered Jonah on his back so that now I was on top of him, his legs on my shoulders and my dick still just as deep in him as before. Now it was easier to open the barriers of my full bladder, and suddenly I managed to let it flow freely.

Jonah flung his eyes open as he felt something unexpected happening in his butt. With an astounded look on his face he looked into me, and suddenly he understood what was happening.

• "Hey! Are you pissing in me?!", he shouted with a wide grin on his face.

• "You bet, you little shit-boy!", I responded with equally wide smile and bent down to kiss him on his lips.

Jonah started laughing from the idea of what was happening. My piss was still gushing freely filling up his intestines.

• "Wow, that feels wicked! It feels so warm! Wow!...", cried Jonah out, seemingly having very pleasurable feelings from all that was happening. He had just crapped out a good load of his boy shit from his rectum, but now it was fast filling up again with something else to replace the free space in his guts. Only then I realized how full my bladder had been as the flow of piss still wasn't about to stop -- and I wasn't about to hold it back!

• "Aww, I'm starting to feel pretty full! Oh! Shit! Crap! My god! Feels so good!", exclaimed Jonah underneath the weight of my body, while I still had my flow going on inside him.

Suddenly he couldn't hold it inside him any longer and I as much felt as heard the gushing sound of my big bladderful of piss bursting out of Jonah's wet boy hole. I could feel pieces of his shit coming along and getting stuck at my pubic hair. The sheets below us turned soaking wet and yellowish-brown in an instant. I quickly turned us around so that I was again on my back and Jonah was sitting on top of me, my hard dick still deep inside him. I arched my back lifting Jonah in the air, pushing my dick even deeper inside his guts, and the piss and shit gushing out of his bowels started to flow down on my already shit-covered belly and chest. Both of us were glistening by piss and shit all over, and there was a warm pool of shitty piss underneath us on the water mattress. The odor was completely overwhelming -- and just in a very exciting way.

This got me in overdrive and I couldn't hold it off anymore. I started a ravenous pumping with my dick, in and out of his lovely hole, supporting his weight by my hands on his waist. The piss on the mattress under my back splashed around on every passionate move. Jonah got the rhythm very quickly and by my helping at his waist he also pumped up and down as quickly as he could. Bursts of piss and shit still squirted out of his bowels on each downwards move. Soon both of us were again panting like dogs and yelping on each move from pure bliss and ecstasy.

I could feel my climax approaching. Having relieved my bladder inside Jonah's body helped me to endure the stimulation on my dick better, but the inevitable was surely soon to happen. Also Jonah was clearly getting closer to his climax judging from the loud sounds he was making.

• "Uuuuhh, I'm gonna cum inside you in just a moment, I'm getting real close now!", I shouted.

• "Yeah, unghh, yeah, please cum in me, I've wanted that so long, please shoot your semen inside me, I want it, I want it so bad, please, please, shoot it soon, I'm gonna come too in just a second!", panted Jonah while ferociously pumping himself up and down, up and down.

Then all of a sudden I felt the grip of his hole around my dick tightening and his back arching from the utmost pleasure he most obviously was feeling when the dry climax hit him like a thunderbolt. Jonah started yelling with an unimaginably high- pitched little-boy voice.

• "Ooouuhhhh, I'm cumming, uuuhhh, I'm cumming, please shoot in me NOW, please, ungghh, I need it, aahhh, I want to feel your cum shooting inside me, uurrgghh!!", wailed Jonah in utmost ecstasy, his eyes wildly going between tightly shut and wide open.

This got me over the limit and I could feel my balls tightening, the familiar feeling of sperm rushing out of my testicles filling my whole being and the whole universe. There was nothing else than the ultimate release, the violent rush of my semen spurting out of my urethra deep inside my beloved boy's shitty insides, the warm place where I had just emptied my full bladder of urine, the place where I couldn't have wanted to have my dick buried into any more.

• "Oww, augghh, I'm cummiingg, uunngghh, Jonah, I'm cumming inside your sweet hole, can you feel it spurting out of my dick? I'm cumming now, oww!!... What a feeling!...", I deliriously shouted in between my loud grunts.

• "Oh, yess, I think I feel it, yeah, uuh, yeah, wow, shit, shit, shiiitt!...", shouted my beloved lover-boy, experiencing still one more dry orgasm to top the one before.

Then we were both completely spent. Jonah just collapsed on me, his lovely cheek on my shit and piss covered chest, panting fast. He wrapped his arms around my neck and just held still. I couldn't think of a feeling greater than what I just had experienced. My heart was racing like hell. I wrapped my arms around his shit-covered back and squeezed him tight.

• "Jonah, I love you so much! We are so made for each other, you're so great!", I said filled with utmost love for this boy that had just given me the greatest experience of my whole life.

• "You too, Steve, I love you more than anyone in the whole world, I'm so happy you've taken me in your life, thank you so much!", he blurted out, and suddenly started to sob and weep completely heart-breakingly.

I was totally taken aback with this sudden reaction from Jonah's part, but felt so much alike myself. I squeezed him all the more tightly against me, and suddenly started weeping myself from the strongest feelings I remembered ever going through, the feelings of the deepest love and attachment to this sweet little boy, who obviously was just as well attached to me as I was to him. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have him in my life. And just in one day the relationship between us had taken a huge leap from just a great friendship to the most intimate form of relationships. We were real lovers now.

The next moment we were both in a contended sleep. Still connected.

I was dreaming of having a piss in my pants. I did have a regular habit of doing that sometimes; I enjoyed pissing on myself, feeling the warm liquid gushing in my pants and dripping down my legs. But then I started to awake to the realization that this wasn't just a dream -- I really was wet all over. For a second I thought I must've started pissing myself while asleep; I did have my bladder very full. However, at the next second I realized it wasn't me who was pissing -- I was still holding it -- and then all of a sudden everything came back to my mind. All the things that we had done with Jonah before falling asleep. Here in my bed. Buck naked. Covered with piss and shit. The heavy odor of dried urea and feces hit my nose, dragging me completely awake, and I knew what was wetting me. I flashed my eyes open and saw Jonah sitting up on my belly spraying a generous stream of warm, yellow piss on my belly and chest. Jonah had an arch grin on his face.

• "Good morning, sleepyhead, time for the morning shower!", he yelled.

It was no morning, it was still dark outside. As a matter of fact, it was still only 4 AM, as I saw from my alarm clock on the night stand. The light was on, as we never had put it off having fallen asleep so quickly. I was right away playing along with him.

• "Jonah! Don't you spill my morning drink!", I responded, grabbing hold of his squirting little dick, stopping the flow of the precious fluid. With my free hand I took hold of his bum with the intent to move him closer to my face so that I could have his pecker serve its delicious drink fresh into my mouth. Suddenly I realized he was still sitting on my cock, which had never left his bum hole after our fucking. I immediately felt a surge of great excitement in noting this, and also noted that I've had to be real tired being able to sleep so long so still.

As much as I liked being inside his tight rectum, even more I wanted to have the boy-drink at that moment, so I let my limp but now fast again hardening dick slip out of his hole. I heard a silent, wet plop behind him when my shaft exited his sloppy rear, and felt some of his butt juices dripping down on my stomach. I still had a hold on his dick so that not a drop of his precious piss could spill out, and adjusted Jonah's body to sit on my chest so that I could actually take his dick into my mouth.

• "Okay, sweetheart, you can continue now", I said, and released his dick. A strong stream of delicious, warm piss immediately started to gush into my mouth. My nostrils were filled with the unbeatable odor of fresh boy piss and the taste was directly from heaven. I was soon in complete frenzy with excitement again, and my dick had again swollen into its full glory.

Jonah had a very contended look on his face while he pissed into my mouth. He was clearly very much enjoying the sensation of letting go, and I sure was enjoying receiving it! Then all too soon it stopped. My chest and belly were completely wet, as well as the sheets, where lots of piss had spilled. I tried to suck some more out of his dick, but Jonah just took it out of my mouth.

• "Sorry, it's empty now", he plainly stated.

• "Aaah, thank you for the delicious juice! It was still as good as before!", I thanked him.

• "Oh but you haven't had all your breakfast yet", was his answer.

I wondered what he meant by that, when he got on his knees, turned around, and started to push his shit-covered bubble butt directly on my face. The view was completely delicious, and I couldn't help starting to lick around his hole at the moment he got close enough. The shit on his skin was mostly dried, but still had a strong taste and smell in it.

Jonah settled himself to a better position for a while, until he was practically sitting on my face, his hole directly on my mouth. I went on with ravenously licking around his hole, wetting the dried shit on his crack. I started to push my tongue inside his hole, when I realized it was starting to open up all by itself. I felt Jonah strain his body a little, and then I felt something starting to exit his hole. So this was my breakfast!

The smell of fresh boy shit got stronger as I felt a new, warm turd of shit coming out of his lovely rectum. Obviously my dick had prevented some of Jonah's shit stored inside him to exit his bottom when I was still inside him, but now it got its chance to empty itself completely. Jonah strained more, and a mighty load of smooth, hot boy shit entered my mouth.

I was completely taken by surprise, as I had never had a good load of shit in my mouth before -- not counting some little bites of my own sometimes. But now that the chance was so straightforwardly presented to me, I found the prospect extremely exhilarating! The smell and taste of boy shit completely filled all my senses, and I found I was every bit as aroused as I could think of ever being!

Jonah grunted while pushing his load -- his tasty dessert -- into my mouth. Suddenly he let out a mighty fart, with which a splash of warm slimy substance splattered all over my face. From the smell and texture of it I realized much of it had to be my own sperm that I had unloaded inside him when I had fucked his sweet bottom. If possible, this got my excitement even yet stronger. My heart pounded so hard again.

I started chewing on the shit, tasting and smelling all of it to its fullest. My god it was good! Just think of it, it was really coming out of this sweet little boy of mine, this shit had really been produced somewhere deep inside his little body, and now I had it in my mouth, served fresh from Jonah's adorable little asshole! What could be better than this?!

Still sitting on my face, Jonah started lowering his head down until he reached my very erect dick with his mouth, and engulfed the whole head inside starting to suck it in earnest. At that moment I remembered I had a pretty full bladder myself, and immediately started to concentrate on letting my piss go, at the same time enjoying the hot boy shit in my mouth to the fullest.

After a while some piss started to drip out of my rigid penis and into Jonah's sucking mouth. Soon it was gushing out with almost full force, Jonah gulping it down with earnest. While Jonah drank my piss, I chewed his fresh shit in sheer ecstasy, lapping all around his shit-covered butt cheeks with my now very brown tongue.

I had only just started to properly let the piss flow, when Jonah grabbed my dick with his left hand and squeezed it so that the flow stopped. Holding my hose shut all the time he maneuvered himself the other way around between my legs.

• "Lift your legs up", ordered Jonah.

I was curious about what he was up to now, and complied. Lifting my legs exposed my butt completely to Jonah, which was apparently just what he was after. He obviously also wanted to lick my butt! Still holding my dick with his left hand he lowered his face right on my ass and started licking around the hole in long sweeps. This sent me even higher than I already was. The feeling was just unbelievably good, especially knowing what that wet thing was that was wiping my sweaty bottom! I was in heaven, I couldn't imagine anything could be this good.

At that point, I had finally chewed down all the shit Jonah had so kindly provided for me, but the divine taste of fresh boy shit still stayed strong in my mouth.

After a while he stopped and went again to suck my cock. But he wasn't about to leave my hole alone. As soon as I felt him start the suction in my dick, I also felt his right hand to start probing in my ass hole. It was easy for him to push in first one, then two of his fingers. I was becoming all the time more and more ecstatic. I had always had a big thing about anal stimulation, and having it done by this adonis of mine made me completely delirious.

I felt my hole getting more slippery as some of my rectal fluids dribbled out, helped by Jonah's probing fingers. Then Jonah added a third finger, and then a fourth. It was easy going, as I had a well-trained butt; most of my masturbation sessions had always involved anal stimulation, the usual tools having been at first cucumbers, summer squashes, and even eggplants, until later in my life I had also bought myself several dildos and vibrators, from medium size to very thick ones. None of them had, however, ever felt this good! The warmth of Jonah's hand, the fact that it was something alive and not controlled by me, and especially knowing it was the hand of my most loveable sweetheart of a boy probing the insides of me made me so full of lust I was about to go crazy!

Suddenly I felt Jonah adding also his thumb inside my hole, and starting to put pressure on his whole hand. I could feel my hole starting to stretch, and the feeling became overwhelming. Jonah backed out a little, wiggled his hand a bit getting it slippery all over, and then started to exert more pressure on it towards my hole. All of a sudden it happened. His whole hand slipped inside, all the way to his wrist.

• "I knew I could push it all the way in!", Jonah shouted with a triumphant tone taking his mouth off my dick for a moment.

I was hovering somewhere in between the ground and seventh heaven filled with extreme lust and arousal. I had Jonah's hand inside my butt! All of his hand! His whole fist! A boy's adorable hand and half of his arm! Who could've thought anything like that could ever happen! Were there no end to the surprises Jonah had in store for me?!

• "My my, what do I find here!", said Jonah suddenly. "If it isn't a load of shit here inside you, is it, Steve?!"

I certainly felt like shitting, yes, even though most of the feeling was obviously caused by having a fist and half of a boy's arm stuffed in my butt. But I did realize I probably had a good load of shit in my bowel as well.

Jonah wiggled his fingers all over inside my rectum finally closing his hand into a fist. Then he started to push more, this time with much more force, and I could feel his arm getting deeper inside me. I also could feel my shit starting to enfold around Jonah's fist as it got deeper and deeper. I was moaning and groaning loudly with the extremely intense sensations given by this adorable boy. I could feel I already had a good measure of his arm inside me, his fist stretching my inner anal muscles to their limits. The sensation was completely overwhelming.

Suddenly I felt an uncontrollable urge to push with full force, and a heavy gush of piss flew high out of my dick and onto my chest, dripping down on the sheets. Immediately Jonah took his mouth back to cover my dick so that no more of my piss would be wasted. He still had a steady push with his fist in my butt. Then I had another cramp, and while more piss gushed out of my penis, this time into Jonah's warm mouth, I also felt shit starting to ooze out of my stretched hole around Jonah's slender arm -- just the way his shit had oozed out of his hole around my dick. The third cramp caused almost all of my bowel to empty itself -- except of Jonah's arm, of course, as it was still held firmly inside.

Jonah took his left hand to my butt hole and took a load of my shit in his hand. Then he took it to my belly and started spreading the fresh shit on top of the old, already dried shit from our previous play.

• "Mmmm, what a smell!! I love the smell of fresh shit!", said Jonah, taking his mouth off my dick, my quite recently expelled urine dripping from the corner of his mouth. "I also like the taste of shit", he added, and grasping another handful of shit, took his hand in front of his face. He sniffed deeply the pile of soft and warm shit on his hand for a while, and then suddenly stuffed all of it into his mouth, starting to chew it with quite a frenzy. Jonah's lips were completely brown of my shit, dark streaks decorating his smooth cheeks and the little button nose.

• "Mmmmm, how good!! Did you like mine, too?", Jonah asked, smiling lewdly with very brown teeth, lumps of fresh shit stuck on his pretty face all around his mouth.

• "Ungghh, ah, oh, you bet, ouuh, it was delicious, urgh, oh yeah, Jonah, uuh, you're so cute, aah, I love you, unh, you're, uhh, the best thing, nngh, that has ever happened to me, rgghh!", I stuttered. "Everything in you, ungh, is just so beautiful, ohh, and delicious, uhh, that I could eat all of you!", I hardly managed to continue, delirious of the strongest feelings in my perineum and of the extremely arousing sight in front of me.

• "Well, you did already eat some of me, didn't you?", he replied with a joyful tone while chewing my shit, his lips brown from stuffing the mighty load inside his mouth, and clearly delighted by my praise.

• "Eheh, heh, you're right, uh, I did, yes", I replied laughing a little in the middle of my complete ecstasy. "And I could eat much more, too, you tasty little boy of mine!", I added, delirious of the feelings.

Jonah had started to-and-fro movement with his fist, which was all the time increasing my frenzy. Whereas the stretching of my hole felt extremely good, his fist bumping into my prostate on each push was about to make me lose it all. I started to feel the closeness of the coming climax, and I wanted to warn Jonah for that.

• "I think I'm gonna cum soon, if you go on like that", I said.

That made Jonah stop right away. He clearly didn't want me to cum just yet. After a while he started to pull his arm out slowly, as if being very careful to not make me cum just yet. The reason for this became clear soon enough.

• "I want you to shoot your semen inside me again, I feel so empty that I need something to fill my ass up", he explained.

I wasn't about to complain about this course of events, even though having Jonah's fist up my butt was one of the best things I remember ever happening to me. But one that was probably even better, was having my dick shoved deep inside his butt, and I welcomed the chance with pleasure, even in the middle of the ecstatic pleasure he was causing on my backside with his smooth little arm and clenched fist.

Finally, Jonah got all of his hand out of my butt, making a wet squishy sound as it exited my rear. I couldn't help letting out a yelp from the sensation caused by his fist plopping out of my very stretched hole. His arm was completely covered by my shit almost all the way to his elbow, which he started to lick in earnest, seemingly enjoying the taste to the fullest. Soon his arm was almost completely clean, the only traces of my shit being seen on his lips, front teeth and around his mouth. Talk about shit-eating grin, this must be the one!

Once his hand had left my hole, I felt extremely empty. But there was something else to wait for. Jonah climbed on top of me and started to accommodate his butt on top of my hard dick once again, and this time I had absolutely no complaints about that. I even thought I should try to help him a little and took my hands to his butt. His hole was very wet and slimy, and I pushed two of my fingers inside to relax it more. After just a moment it felt so relaxed to my fingers that I thought I could easily put there at least two more fingers, and did just that. The hole stretched easily. I exerted a little more force to push the fingers deeper, and it didn't take much to get them knuckle-deep inside.

I marveled at how loose his hole could get. He must've been training it a lot. I did know from personal experience that you could get your hole to stretch many times larger than what it naturally could ever go, if you trained it. However, as for my part, the realization of this fact hadn't come until at much later age than what Jonah was now. Then again, I did know Jonah was exceptionally bright and also very decisive when it came to that, so actually it wasn't such a wonder that he had figured it out already -- at least taken how appealing he seemed to find stuffing things into his butt and stretching his hole.

I wiggled my four fingers inside his tunnel, and wondered if it were possible to get even more of them in there. But I was too anxious to replace the fingers with my dick now, and that is exactly what I did. I guided Jonah's butt to the tip of my rock hard cock and started to lower the adorable butt of my lover-boy down my shaft. It took no effort from Jonah to accommodate my cock after the four fingers I had had in his ass, and he started to slowly slide his body down my pole. In no time he was steadily sitting on my belly, my all seven inches solidly embedded inside his little boy body once again.

After a short breather Jonah started to lift himself up so that just the tip of my dick remained inside. Then he lowered himself all the way down again, then all the way up, all the way down, again up, down, up, down, with an increasing pace. Jonah started to moan, and so did I. The pleasure was overwhelming to me; once again. I looked my lover-boy humping himself up and down on my stiff pole his eyes closed in utter concentration, his rear hole stretched wide open, brownish slime covering as well his butt as my dick. His very erect dick bobbed up and down in the rhythm of his pumping. The taste of Jonah's delicious shit that I still had in my mouth only added to the immense enjoyment I felt having my dick in his rear passage; it was as if I were enjoying the taste of his lovely butt through my dick!

I started to match my own movements to those of Jonah's, arching my back when Jonah was lowering himself down, and vice versa. You could hear a loud slap whenever Jonah's firm butt met my crotch. The rhythm of the slapping kept speeding up, until the room was filled with continuous slapping sounds along with loud grunts and boyish yelps and moans. The sounds coming from Jonah's throat were extremely high-pitched, whereas those of mine were more like low grunting sounds. I thought it was good that the walls were so thick, otherwise the whole neighbourhood would've most certainly heard us moaning in our lust!

Soon there was nothing I could do to the inevitable. I felt my balls starting to boil, and the familiar feeling of an overcoming orgasm got over me. I could feel my semen starting to rush out of my testicles towards its only escape route on the tip of my penis. I arched my back slamming my dick as deep into Jonah's bowels as I ever could, at the same time pulling Jonah down with my hands and keeping him there with all my strength. I started grunting loudly, and I could feel the sperm spraying from my piss slit deep inside Jonah's sweet little body. The load seemed copious, and I was sure it was filling up Jonah's rectum very nicely. I only had one thought circling in my mind, and that screamed I certainly had inseminated Jonah very thoroughly this time. If only boys could breed, and there most certainly would be a baby coming from this release!

At that point also Jonah started grunting and yelping with ever the more louder voice.

• "Aaaahhh!! Aaaahhhh! Uuhh! Oh my god!! Shit!! Fuck! Auuuuggghhhh, oh shiiiittt!!", he shouted from his fiery orgasm, arching his back and squeezing the sheets with his clenched fists. "I can feel your sperms spurting inside me!! Oh my god! It feels wonderful!! Shit! Fuck! Fuck-fuck-fuck yeah!!"

Once again we were completely spent from our intense exercise. Jonah lowered himself panting to lie on my chest, and once again I wrapped my arms around his still shit-covered but now also very sweaty back, my dick still firmly inside his stretched hole. Only one thing was yet to be done: I still hadn't emptied my bladder all the way. As soon as I managed to relax my dick a little, I -- once again -- started to relieve myself inside the little body of my beautiful lover, who was already asleep.

Again I was woken up by some external disturbance. It was something wet touching my lips. It didn't take long for me this time to realize what it most certainly was. I opened my eyes and saw a beautiful long-lashed pair of little-boy eyes staring directly at me from a distance of about two inches. I opened my mouth and welcomed Jonah's soft, wet lips inside mine. It was already light outside, the alarm clock showed 9 AM. I felt extremely well rested.

I was lying on my back and Jonah lied on top of me, very lazily, resting his elbows on the mattress just on top of my shoulders. His face was very comfortably hovering on top of mine, our noses softly touching each other from different angles. I still had a spectacular taste of boy shit in my mouth, which I decided to share with Jonah. Our lips were very much connected. At one moment I had all of his lips inside my mouth, licking them wet with my tongue, sucking them, sucking his sweet slippery tongue, enjoying the heavenly boyish taste, and at the next moment Jonah was the one sucking and licking my lips. Mouthly fluids were very much exchanged.

I squeezed Jonah's body against my chest, feeling his intense warmth and softness against my body. Jonah started to stroke my hair, as much as he could reach without moving his elbows. The kissing got wetter and wetter, and as the pace increased, also the moaning started. Jonah started to wander all around my face with his mouth, all the way from my cheeks to my ears and the side of my neck. Feeling so much in love, I stroked Jonah's back with my hands giving kisses wherever I could, whenever I could. I felt I was most probably going to have a lovebite or two on my neck, so intense was Jonah's suction. Oh boy, what an awakening this was.

I started to move my hands lower on his back, feeling the perfect curvature of the small of his back, next coming to the wonderful mounds of his buttocks, smooth and soft, yet firm and boyishly slender. I started to feel the crack between the lovely buns, tenderly probing the magnetic love hole I found in their protection. Despite of the dried shit all over Jonah's butt, the hole was still wet and slippery; no wonder, though, given what I had deposited inside during our nightly play... I wondered if it was all there still inside.

I slipped my index finger inside, and immediately got an audible response from Jonah. His kissing all over my face and neck got to an almost stop, and I felt the hole getting considerably larger and loose. Jonah grunted silently, followed by his hole getting wide open and lots of warm and slimy substance pouring out. Once again wonderment of the looseness of his hole came over me, and I decided to once again put it in a test. I slipped more fingers inside the hole one by one, and soon enough I had three fingers from both of my hands inside all the way to the knuckles. Jonah had stopped all of his movement except for the squirming and twisting that had started instead. He moaned loudly and his eyes were tightly shut. There was no question he was once again having very pleasurable feelings all over his body.

• "So tell me, Jonah, what have those methods been with which you have trained your butt hole so well?", I finally asked.

I could see a smile arising on his face, then he got himself up sitting up straight on my belly. I pulled my fingers out of his hole, hearing a squishy sound coming from his closing, wet hole. I took the fingers to my nose and breathed in deeply the sweet aroma of boy butt, and then licked the slime-covered fingers clean. I decided there couldn't possibly be a smell or taste more exhilarating than that.

• "Ok, I can show you. Close your eyes", he commanded.

I wondered what he was up to, what would he show me? But I did as asked, and closed my eyes, just concentrating on the deliciously arousing smell on my fingers. I felt Jonah getting up and away from my belly and moving himself on my left side. I determined he was on his knees when I felt his head pushing to my belly. There was movement and some moaning.

• "Can I open my eyes already?", I inquired being very curious.

• "Not, uh, yet, just a sec", was the response.

I remained patient. There was some more movement and pushing against my stomach. I could feel his lovely boy hair tickling my belly, and occasionally I felt also his face pushing against my stomach. Then it stopped, and I felt Jonah rising up.

• "Ok, open your eyes", said Jonah.

I saw him sitting straight up on his knees, his front towards me. His dick was standing up very erect. His right hand was somewhere behind him, apparently somewhere at his butt. His back was arched back and the position he had didn't look very comfortable. He started to do movements with his hand behind him, and with each movement there was also an audible moan.

• "Have a look at my butt!", he instructed.

So I got up and moved around him so I could see behind him. And when I did, I was not to believe my eyes: Jonah had put all of his hand inside him, all the way to his wrist, and he had it moving so that half of his fist came just out stretching the hole to the maximum before going back in, leaving only his wrist outside, all of his hand disappearing somewhere inside his body. Just as he had done to me last night -- but it was his little boy hole, not my well-trained, adult asshole!

• "Wow!!", was all I could say for the first few moments.

• "I do this almost every night in my bed", Jonah explained in between his moans. "I've also practiced with carrots, and bananas, and lately also with cucumbers, and some of them have been even larger than your penis!", he continued. "I've done it since I was about five, except that at first I only used much smaller things like pens and such, but I've been using thick cucumbers for months already! One time after I had had a large cucumber inside me I started to push my fingers in my butt, and all of a sudden I noticed all of my hand had slipped in! That first time was so cool.", he added with a knowing grin on his face.

• "Oh well, I never could've imagined you were doing that so much!", I said still in astonishment. "Imagine if only I had known that before...", I added dreamily. Then I suddenly realized: "You had been doing that already when we first time went to that beach just the two of us!"

• "Yepp, and I still remember how much I wanted to play with you then, but I never dared to start anything..."

Well well well, live and learn... So it really hadn't been just my imagination when I had thought of seeing some sexually oriented behavior from Jonah, from the very beginning of our friendship... If only had I known... But the bright side of it was, I did know now!

Then Jonah took his hand out of his butt along with a loud slurping sound, and collapsed to a more comfortable position.

• "The fist feels nice, but it gets tiring after a short while because you have to be in such an awkward position. That's where cucumbers and other things are better. I've sometimes had a cucumber half inside my ass the whole evening without anyone noticing anything. That was neat", Jonah enthusiastically described with a wide grin on his face. - "But nothing feels nearly as good as your big dick in my butt!", he added, grinning even wider.

God, what a butt-boy he was! And a piss-boy and a shit-boy as well. Now this was a boy to my liking!

JONAH -- THE BOY OF SURPRISES

Chapter 4: Another biking trip

(m/b, oral, anal, scat, urination)

That morning was filled with excitement and sexual tension. As we got up from the bed and washed ourselves -- which took quite a while, I might add -- we talked about the possibilities for the day's plan. During the breakfast we decided we'd go to the woods again with our bikes, only this time we'd go to another pond a little further away. I had been there several times, and I liked it especially for its peace and quietness; it was so far from the most popular paths that there rarely were any other people present. There was also a built fireplace with a shelter at the pond, which was very nice for resting.

No-one was at the pond when we got there. It was completely silent. We parked our bikes leaning to a tree next to the shelter, took off our helmets, and sat down to the bench around the fireplace. We were quite sweaty as we had kept a decent pace while pedaling here, and the weather was also quite hot.

• "Shame we don't have anything to grill on the fireplace", I noted, although I didn't actually feel too hungry.

• "Well I'm not hungry after all we ate before coming here", also Jonah said. And that was true, we had had quite a copious breakfast at home, but I just thought it would've been fun to set a camp-fire and make something on it to eat. But to be honest, food was not the thing on my mind right then...

I leant back against the shelter's corner pillar and breathed out. I closed my eyes for a moment, and my mind flew back to the day before, and to the most surprising and wonderful events I never could've expected to happen. I wondered if we would find something as much fun to do here as well...

I felt like having a cigarette to enjoy the moment, and dug a packet from my pocket. Jonah's eyes brightened when he saw it in my hand.

Here was another of our secrets between Jonah and me: I had occasionally allowed him to smoke a cigarette with me if he wanted. I took good care of not letting him do that too often so that he wouldn't develop physical addiction to nicotine; I knew that if you only had one once in a while, it wouldn't hurt you at all. That's how it was for me; I had no addiction to them; I could live without them for any period of time with no difficulties whatsoever, but when the time was right, I greatly enjoyed having one. Being as smart as he was, also Jonah fully understood the dangers of smoking and didn't wish to get addicted to it. However, he, too, liked having one with me once in a while.

• "Care to have one?", I asked, offering a cigarette to Jonah. I knew he would.

• "Yes, please!", was his real quick answer.

I placed a cigarette at his mouth and lit up my lighter for him. Jonah sucked deep to ensure the cigarette caught fire properly, and then breathed out, releasing a cloud of smoke from his lungs. He seemed to be enjoying the taste of smoke -- it had surely been a while since he last time had had a cigarette from me.

I put one between my lips, too, but didn't use my lighter to light it up. Instead, I wrapped my arms around Jonah's slender body, my unlit cigarette between my lips, and he immediately knew what I was after. His face came close to mine, and with a smile on his face, he pointed his lit cigarette at my unlit one so I could catch fire from his.

I inhaled my first taste of smoke into my lungs, feeling it warming me up inside, and the nicotine starting to soak in my blood. I looked Jonah at his eyes, and could tell that he already felt the nicotine seeping into his brain. I knew I would only be a few seconds away of feeling the same.

Our faces were still close to each other. Jonah was staring straight at my eyes with a dreamy look, seemingly having good feelings from the nicotine having its effect in his nervous system. He took another, long puff, took the cigarette in his hand, and suddenly leaned forward pressing his soft, juicy boy lips against mine. I felt his tongue starting to probe its way through my lips and into my mouth. Naturally, I welcomed him in there, and opened my lips returning the favor by penetrating my own tongue deep inside his silky boy mouth.

I was just starting to feel the insides of his mouth with my tongue, our lips tightly sealed to each other, when he started to exhale the smoke still in his lungs into me. I caught the clue right away, and started to breath in all that he had to offer. I felt my lungs filling up with tobacco smoke again, even though I didn't even have a cigarette at my lips. But what I did have was something so much better.

After a short while of tobacco-smoke-filled french kissing, we parted again, and took good puffs from our cigarettes. I was still leaning my back at the shelter's corner pillar, relaxing myself. Jonah seemed to want to relax as well, turning his back to me and starting to climb on my lap. He pushed his buttocks all the way on my crotch and nestled to sit comfortably on my lap, leaning his back to my chest and resting his head on my shoulder.

I wrapped my arms around him, letting my hands rest on his crotch. It felt wonderful having him lean on me so warm and so comfortable, radiating the boyish energy he was all the time so much bursting with. I started to feel his little dicklet through his shorts, and sure enough, it was already getting harder. I started to get hard as well. In no time we were both sporting rock hard erections, and the pressure on my dick caused by Jonah's sitting on it made it even greater. I could already feel the crack of his ass with my hardening dick, desperately trying to get free. But it had nowhere to go squeezed like that under his weight and in the confines of my shorts.

• "Guess what's shame, though?", he suddenly asked, blowing out a puff of smoke, while leaning his head back, so he could see me above his face.

• "What's that?", I asked.

• "That there's no toilet here", he replied showing a widening grin on his face, "and I have a huge load of poop in my butt just about to burst out!". At that moment he was already giggling very loud, and then I noticed that he -- barely noticeably -- started to strain his body. Suddenly I felt something moist starting to push my dick under his butt down with an even greater pressure, something soft and warm. There was no mistaking, he was pushing his shit into his pants -- right there sitting on my lap!

The next second I also felt how the front of his shorts started to dampen, and immediately, warm liquid started to wet my hands that were still resting on his warm crotch. More and more came, and it was starting to wet my shorts and the bench beneath us, and some started dripping to the ground.

He surely was enjoying himself to the fullest. He had his eyes closed, his lips ajar, a concentrated, satisfied look on his face, puffing at his cigarette every now and then, while more and more of his warm piss drained through his shorts and through my fingers to my lap and all the way to the ground.

If he was enjoying himself, so was I. Feeling as well as hearing the spurts of his shit coming out of his lovely rear hole and into his shorts right on top of my dick, and his precious piss flooding his shorts and my hands, was quite enough to make me extremely horny -- once again. I got a lively image in my mind about how the lovely crack between his delicious butt cheeks suddenly filled with hot and steamy boy shit, soiling the smooth boy butt skin and the fabric of the shorts all over, and how enjoyably the little butthole stretched when the shit extruded from the full rectum. Even though I thought the smell couldn't possibly have escaped Jonah's shorts so soon, I definitely already experienced the lovely fragrance of my little boy's delicious shit.

I grabbed his face with my other hand guiding our lips together again and started to suck his mouth in earnest. Jonah responded with equally hot kissing. Then I could feel how the flow of his piss suddenly stopped.

• "Steve, I still have some piss left -- you want to drink it or do I let it go in my pants?", Jonah suddenly asked.

Shit, how considerate of him!

• "Guess two times, my sweet piss-boy! Of course I want to drink it!", I answered. "Thanks for asking", I added grateful.

I lifted Jonah off my lap and helped him stand up on the bench. Having him standing in front of me I could just conveniently bury my face into his already very wet crotch. I wrapped my arms around his butt and squeezed him tightly to my face, enjoying the pungent aroma his shorts were very much emitting. I felt the softness inside the back of his shorts, just filled with some hot and fresh boy shit. I pushed and squeezed the warm mass through the shorts, knowing it would so nicely spread all the more around his butt cheeks. Brown liquid was dribbling down Jonah's smooth, slender thighs and all the way down to his feet. The mixed smell of his piss and shit made me simply crazy of lust again.

I started to suck his soaked shorts, savoring the heavenly boy piss aroma on them. I sucked the absorbed piss into my mouth and gulped it down greedily. Then I felt the fabric getting all warm and dripping wet when Jonah apparently let go his bladder again. I tried to adjust his dick into my mouth through the fabric, but it wasn't just so easy, so I quickly took the front of his shorts down and adjusted his still forcefully peeing little dick all the way into my mouth. This way I didn't have to lose a drop of that wonderful boy-nectar. How great the taste was again! Not to mention the unbeatable aroma of his boy-poop that grew very strong in my nose the very moment I drew his shorts down.

I was enjoying the warm drink to the fullest, feeling the whole of his little boy dick with my tongue, caressing and tickling its sensitive head all around. How delicious the taste of it was! I was steadily going into the seventh heaven once again. But finally -- all too soon -- the flow of his piss died out. So much had already gone into his pants and to the ground. I had my hands behind his butt, feeling the soft mass that was expelled into his shorts just a few moments ago. It was still very warm, and the smell was strong and utterly arousing.

• "Aaahhh", Jonah sighed in very obvious contentment and pleasure. "That was the best shit I've ever taken! Never has pooping or pissing felt so good!", he continued in clear wonderment.

• "I know what you're talking about", I replied. Yes, I knew shitting and pissing into your pants felt so much better if you got a lit cigarette between your lips. I always combined cigarette and shitting my pants (or diapers), and hardly ever had I one without the other. "You know, it's the nicotine that enhances the sensation by increasing your body's neural activity, especially if you're not a regular smoker and desensitised to nicotine's effect -- which you are not, obviously", I explained.

• "I see...", said Jonah. "That must be it, since I've pooped and pissed my pants so many times and never has it felt even close to this good!", he continued. "You'll have to let me smoke more often!", he then suggested, smirking mischievously.

• "Oh well, we'll just have to see about that...", I replied, not really wanting him to smoke a lot -- but then again, I was reluctant to deny him that pleasure, either.

And I did have to admit that I found it extremely cute to see a little boy smoke. It's again one of those things that look just so adorable seeing a little boy acting in an adult way. Of course, sex was the same; according to our society, it's exclusively an adult thing, which alone makes a little boy doing sexual things just so totally irresistible.

Alcohol would be in the same category, but so far I'd never let Jonah have any, even though I had been thinking of giving him a little try at some point. It's just that his mother probably wouldn't approve that -- were she to know, of course. She didn't know of our smoking habits, either, so maybe there wouldn't be so much of a difference. Anyway, I was still waiting for the right opportunity, if that was to arise at some point.

At that precise point, however, I made note of having an extremely hard erection, and I felt I needed to do something for it. But I didn't need to think long before Jonah gave me the solution to that dilemma.

• "Steve please could you fuck me, please! I need something to fill my ass now that it's so empty again, pleeeze?!...", Jonah begged.

I didn't need to think twice, regardless of the fact that we were out in a completely public place, where anyone could spot us easily at the moment they came near. But I was way too horny to care about that -- actually, on the contrary, knowing the risk of being exposed when being intimate with Jonah actually only added to the excitement I felt. It was like it'd been a proof of some even greater bond we had between each other, some ultimate connection that nothing else could disturb.

I was all frenzy with lust by then; my actions were controlled by my sexual instincts alone and very little by my common sense -- which probably would've made me very cautious about what I was about to do next, had it had any power over my actions. But it didn't, I was in another world with my sex- craving little lover boy.

I quickly took the front of my shorts down so that my dick could spring up free, and started to turn Jonah around so that he had his back towards me. I instructed him to get down so that he was standing on the ground his feet on both sides of the bench. I took his shorts down to his knees, so that all of his mouth-watering, completely boy-shit-covered bubble butt came in sight. Jonah got rid of his T-shirt himself, exposing the upper half of his perfect, slender little-boy-body completely to me. The shirt flew in a long arc away from our way, ending up hanging from a branch in a tree.

There was a good load of steaming, fresh shit piled up in his shorts. I couldn't resist dipping my finger in the delicious mass and taking some of the boy-matter in my mouth. While enjoying the wonderful taste of fresh boy shit, I also took another deep puff from my cigarette, closed my eyes, and decided this must be how it feels to be in heaven.

Then I got a wicked idea: what if I blow a lungful of smoke into Jonah's hiney? I needed to try this. I inhaled my lungs full of smoke again, leant forward, pressed my mouth tight around Jonah's glistening, shitty hole, pushed my tongue inside to open it, and blew all that I had in my lungs inside.

• "Aww! That's neat!", shouted Jonah, feeling his rectum filling up with warm air and smoke.

I retracted my now shit-covered face from his shitty buttocks, and suggested him to hold it a little.

• "Feel like farting?", I asked smirking.

• "Ooh, yeah", Jonah said with his eyes round, then letting out a loud fart with a puff of smoke from his anus.

I hadn't seen anything as hilarious as that in a long time, and burst out laughing with all my might. Jonah realized at once what it was that was so funny, seeing the cloud behind him himself, and joined my laughter. We just laughed, and laughed, until we were all spent and quite sore in our stomachs. Nothing beats a good laugh once in a while!

Or, then I realized, there sure is one thing that does... and I was just asked to do it with the absolutely most arousing creature in the universe, the greatest creation mankind knows of. I was asked to fuck him, to couple with him, to fill up his empty rectum with my awaiting man-meat. To shoot my love juice deep inside his divine body. I stopped laughing and concentrated again on what I had to do real soon now.

I was still holding him steadily by his slender hips, and started to guide his lovely shitty butt towards my very erect dick. The shit was still filling up his crack and felt wonderfully warm and soft on the tip of my penis when I touched it. The smell was completely intoxicating. Pulling Jonah still closer I started to feel his waiting hole with my glans. There was close to no resistance having the tip plunged all the way into his hot shitty hole, still being relaxed from pushing all of the boy-shit out. I continued pulling Jonah against me, experiencing pleasure beyond imagination. I felt my shaft getting all the way deeper and deeper into his warm, loose, silky cavity, while puffing my cigarette more and more intently to increase the effect of the act.

Soon I could feel Jonah's butt cheeks touching my belly and the fresh shit getting all mangled up with my pubic hair. I was all the way in Jonah's sweet little butt again. The sensations were overwhelming. Jonah was moaning in obvious ecstasy; I realized my dick must've been pressing his prostate. I was very close to the same state as well, feeling the indescribable warmth and tightness around my very hard shaft. I started kissing Jonah's neck and ears and cheeks and all over him, where-ever I could reach, at the same time squeezing his smooth-skinned back tightly against my chest and his slender butt against my crotch. Both of us moaned in complete ecstasy. Neither of us would've noticed anything even if a hundred people had sneaked on us. We just couldn't care less.

I could wait no more. I lowered Jonah's slender body so that he was lying on his stomach on the bench, his spread legs hanging on both sides of it. I was still all the way inside him. Brown, smelly shit was spread around my pubes and all over Jonah's butt cheeks. I started to slowly pull out from his hole so that just the tip was left inside. I watched in awe how his hole stretched so easily around my swollen member, keeping it in such a wonderful grip. Then I started to push back in, and Jonah was grunting and moaning very loudly now. I slowly started to quicken my movements in and out of his beautiful love hole. More shit poured out. My dick was completely covered by his steamy shit, which was acting as the greatest lubricant in our frenzied love-making.

I grabbed some of the warm shit on my hand and started to spread it on Jonah's bare back. I reached my hands also to his chest, spreading the brown substance all over his upper body, tickling his erect nipples on the way. He was obviously enjoying the gesture, as the moaning only increased when he felt my hands spreading the warm substance on his smooth boy body, causing the lovely smell of boy shit grow stronger and stronger. I took both my hands on his little boy nipples to caress and tickle them, generating even more moans from him.

While fervently fucking Jonah's ass, completely crazy of lust for him, I felt the greatest admiration about his ultimate beauty; the slender, very boyish form of his back and his neck; the smooth, flawless skin; the cutest looking hair a boy could have; the perfect features of his face. He was so beautiful! God be praised for making this masterpiece of creation and sending him in my life!

And seeing that beauty moaning and panting from ultimate sexual lust enjoying my pounding right into his ass to the fullest; having most of his upper torso covered and glistening by his own shit; smelling and tasting all boy with the nice addition of the tangy boy-piss and boy-shit; I simply couldn't get more excited in all my life than what I was with Jonah right then and there!

Soon I was pushing in and pulling out in fast, long movements, and I was getting real close to my orgasm. Again I could tell that so was Jonah, I knew it from the frenzied moans and frantic wiggling of his whole body. I could feel my balls starting to boil. The orgasmic sensation started to take over my whole body. I vigorously pushed myself into Jonah, all the way in to the last millimeter I had to offer, pulling Jonah's body against me with all my might.

I could feel the back of his rectum with the tip of my rock hard dick. I was as deep inside him as one could possibly get. His rectal muscles were squeezing my pole with unimaginable strength, causing an enormous power-up to the soon-to-be orgasmic high. The tightness of Jonah's silky rectum had completed its mission on my dick. My semen started to erupt inside Jonah more violently than what I had ever experienced.

• "Aaaaahhhhh, I'm cumming, ohhhh, unghhh, I'm shooting inside your lovely ass now, wowww, ouugghhhh....", I shouted in desperation. Load after load of hot sperm spurted deep inside Jonah's slender little body.

At that very moment, also Jonah reached his loud climax, starting to arch his back really hard and squeezing his hole tight, milking my cum still oozing from my piss slit inside him. He was panting and grunting and yelping, and so was I. We were both completely frantic. I thought I had already shot my nuts all empty, but the scenery and the sounds of the beautiful whimpering little boy beneath me, and the strong suction I felt on my dick, caused still more semen to spurt out of my dick. I hadn't thought it possible I could cum so much and for so long.

Soon the worst was over and we started to calm down. Both were still panting. I pulled Jonah up and squeezed him tight against my chest to feel his wonderful warmth on my skin. Lazily he looked up and I took his lips into my mouth, giving him the wettest kiss, and he eagerly responded. We french- kissed for a whole while.

Then I remembered that whereas Jonah had just relieved himself a few minutes ago into his pants and into my mouth, I still had all my piss and shit inside me -- and there were loads of both of them there. Still kissing and my dick still inside Jonah's anus, I started to concentrate on relieving myself. It didn't take much effort to start emptying myself from both ends simultaneously; with one good push, the golden liquid started flowing inside Jonah's rectum, whereas the warm brown mass from my own rectum started to extrude into my shorts, along with loud squishy sounds.

Suddenly Jonah broke the kiss.

• "You're pissing inside me again!", he shouted with a wide smile, clearly not at all offended by the surprise.

• "Yes I am, my darling piss-boy", I answered smilingly, returning back to kissing him, letting the piss flow so wonderfully inside him, at the same time enjoying the feeling of having my shorts filled with my own warm shit. We kept kissing like that for quite a time, both of us soaked with our own piss and shit, surrounded by the very strong smell of our excrements.

Finally we began to calm down, and I carefully lifted Jonah up so that my dick slipped out of his hole with the already familiar plopping sound. A small amount of my piss squirted out of his hole on the already very wet bench, but Jonah did his best to keep most of it inside.

• "Thanks for filling me up, I needed that!", Jonah said with a joyful tone in his voice, and kissed me one more time on the lips.

• "Any time, my love", I answered, genuinely meaning that and returning the kiss.

• "I felt empty already, but it feels great to have your cum and piss in my butt! I'm gonna keep it inside as long as I can", he said determinedly. He started to pull his very shitty shorts back on, and I followed the lead.

• "Hey, you shitted your pants too!", remarked Jonah with a gleeful grin, seeing as well as smelling the outcome of my recent workout.

• "Uh-oh, have I had an accident too, oh dear!", I replied grinning back, tying the strings of my shorts back on. I could see a complete understanding and agreement on Jonah's smiling face. We both really understood the fun of excreting ourselves -- and each other.

I couldn't get my eyes off his delicious butt on the saddle of his bike while pedaling back towards home. His shorts were all wet in the front, but the back was still mostly dry, as he had been standing while releasing his piss in his shorts, and most of the piss had dripped out through the front. There was just a slightly damp spot right at his hole caused by the shit I knew was there, squishing against the saddle, spreading all over his bubble butt. It was easy for me to imagine what it was like for him, as I, too, had my shorts full of my own shit, which had by now spread all around my ass and my crotch due to the pressure of my weight on the saddle.

Too bad I didn't have any piss left in my bladder, as it would've been nice to warm myself up a little around the crotch area while riding my bike there in the woods with Jonah; the wetness in my shorts had already gone quite cold, so a couple squirts of warm piss into my pants should've felt good. But all of my piss for now was stored inside Jonah's rectum. Thinking of that, however, made it all up for me; I enjoyed thinking of the fact more than I possibly could've enjoyed pissing my shorts then.

Jonah kept giving these knowing glances at me, with that very happy expression on his face. We were most definitely sharing something very sacred between just the two of us, something that we knew both of us enjoyed immensely. Then Jonah spoke up.

• "It feels great having your piss and cum inside my butt, Steve", he commented. "And when I sit on the saddle, it feels even better! The shit spreads around real nicely all over my butt, and the pressure inside my butt feels awesome!"

• "I think I know the feeling -- even though I've never had anyone else's cum and piss inside me", I replied jokingly. Jonah laughed at that.

• "Also it's lots of fun having the shit spread all over my back and belly under the t-shirt. I feel it on my skin, it kinda tickles a little... and I sure also smell it -- which I love!", he added.

• "I think I know that feeling, too, my sweet lover-boy", I replied. "I'd love to be like that, too..."

• "You know, my shorts are getting pretty cold... maybe I should warm them up a little", he suddenly said.

I knew what he was talking about. And sure enough, soon the back of his shorts started to turn dark as the fluid in his butt started to come out and dribble off the saddle. Then Jonah got standing on the pedals, pushed his bubble butt as high back as he could, and another stream of liquid forced itself out of his butthole, widening the dark spot on the back of his shorts. Streams of brown liquid flowed down his legs and down towards his feet. Jonah's shoes must've started to fill up with wetness, so voluminous the flow seemed. I found the sight extremely appealing and very arousing -- especially knowing it was my piss and cum that was running down his legs.

• "Aahhh, that's so much better", he sighed sitting back on his saddle, smiling. "Hehe, it feels funny to sit on the saddle, the poop in my pants is all squishy and warm again!", he remarked. I knew it, I wished I could make that happen too, my pants were feeling pretty cold already...

JONAH -- THE BOY OF SURPRISES

Chapter 5: Stretching exercises

(m/b, oral, anal, scat, urination)

It was way past lunch-time when we got back home, so I hurried with making us something to eat. I decided I'd rely on the frozen pizzas I always had in my freezer, and which I knew Jonah liked. They were also fast to make, so in no time we were at the table munching our pizzas and drinking Coke.

• "You know, I've had things much thicker than your dick in my ass", he suddenly blurted out.

• "Oh well, so you think I'm too thin for you, is that it?", I replied faking being offended by the remark.

• "No, of course not!", he immediately corrected with a seemingly honest seriousness. "Nothing feels better in my ass than your dick!", he assured, and to convince his honesty to me he reached out to grab my crotch and squeezed my dick with a glowing smile.

• "Well, I knew that of course", I assured him, which made him press his hand even tighter at my crotch. I felt my dick starting to rise immediately. "So, what are the thickest things you've had in your ass, then?", I asked.

• "Well, you know those black vegetables called eggplant? They're the biggest that I've had, and the biggest have been much larger than my hand, which I can push in easily any time nowadays. I've also sneaked mom's wine bottles a few times, and I can get some of them inside as well", he announced with a definite pride in his voice. "It's taken a lot of training, though, I still remember the times I could hardly take a cucumber inside me", he continued. "But nowadays, it only takes a good relaxing and a good load of Vaseline or hand lotion and I can get even the bigger ones in. It's a lot of fun, have you ever tried?"

Once again, I was amazed about what he was just telling me. Amazed on the other hand about whether it really was true, that he had been actively training to loosen his butthole for so long already at his age, and having actually made so good progress at it, but also amazed that he was telling me such a thing in so complete honesty. Was he up to something again? Probably yes, if I knew him at all.

• "Oh, well, yeah, I have, and yes, I think it's a lot of fun, too. But when I first tried to get something that big inside my ass, I was already an adult! At your age I would've never even dreamt of shoving something so big through my butthole! I only used carrots and other things not much thicker than that at your age. Are you sure you haven't hurt yourself while doing that?!", I asked him a little concerned.

• "Of course! Sure it hurts a little the first time I push them in, but as soon as I get relaxed, it only feels so good! I always let them stay inside me for a couple minutes until I relax properly, and only then start to move them in and out of my hole. You know, like you fuck me."

He sure seemed to be a natural talent. Wow, I was impressed. No wonder it had been so easy for me to penetrate him. But I certainly knew what he was talking about; I did know anus could stretch to many times it's natural size over time when properly trained, without any harm or even risk of getting hurt. You'll just have to be careful not taking too big steps at a time, increasing the size of the dildos gradually, little by little. And it seems this boy of mine had indeed internalized that approach well.

Then I remembered a question I still had for Jonah that wasn't answered.

• "By the way, how did you learn about butt-fucking, because that's the term you used yesterday? Have you been fucked before by someone?", I asked, concerned.

• "No, of course not!", Jonah replied, as if almost offended by me suggesting it. "You are my only one, and I don't want anybody else to fuck me!"

• "Okay, sweetheart, I'm glad to hear you think that way. But where did you learn the term?", I asked again.

• "I've heard some older boys in school talk about that, but I've never done it with anybody else than you -- you gotta believe me!", my little boy cried out.

• "Of course I believe you! I'm sorry I got you even think otherwise. You're my little lover and I'm so happy to know for sure that I'm your only one!", I said soothing him out. "You know, you're also my only one, I've never fucked anybody else, and you're the only lover I want!", I added reassuringly.

A relieved smile spread on Jonah's adorable face and he seemed to relax.

• "So, anyway, I was thinking of something if you'd like to do with me...", he then said.

• "What is it?", I asked, still mesmerized by the awe and admiration of the wonderful little boy I had there with me.

• "Well, if you'd like to try the same thing that I did to you last night?...", he said a little warily.

Now what was he referring to? Surely not to fisting?! No way, my fist could never fit through his ring, that one was for sure. All right, he could relax his muscles and it seemed easy enough for him to be penetrated by me and having even his own fist in his butt -- but my hand, no way, that could never fit in without causing some severe damage! That would be impossible.

• "What do you mean?! Do what?!", I asked.

• "Well, I'd never had anyone else's whole hand inside my butt, and I'd really like to try..."

• "Oh no, no way, you know I'd tear you apart, you little boy! My fist could never fit inside your hole and you know that!", I exclaimed. "And I don't want to hurt you, you should know that, too!"

• "I know, I know, but could we at least try, could we?? I'll say at once if it starts to hurt too much, please?! I'd just like to try it at least, pleeeeze!", he started whining. "I'm sure I've had things in my butt larger than your hand, you know, I told you already!", he reassured.

• "I don't know if that's such a good idea...", I still insisted. But coming to think of it, trying it would probably be the only way to prove him that it wouldn't work. And I certainly had nothing against touching his butthole, so if that was what he wanted, then why not.

• "Well, all right, we can try it, so you'll see it can never fit in. As you surely know, I've got no complaints about fingering your butthole, so why shouldn't we try it then", I said, giving him a grin, which he readily returned.

• "Yess! Thanks", he said and leaned forward to give me a quick kiss at my mouth. "I know I can do it!"

• "But let's eat these pizzas first, shall we?", I added with a grin, still sure that this time he was wrong.

Jonah let us lose no time after we had had our pizzas and practically dragged me to the bedroom right after I had put the last piece of my pizza into my mouth. In no time Jonah was stark naked, hurrying me to lose my clothes as well. The anticipation in Jonah's face was touching.

I always stored a reserve of lube in the drawer of my nightstand, even though so far I had only had use for it with myself. But there's always the first time. I had a jar of both the traditional Vaseline and also lotion called "Adam & Eve Anal Lube". While Vaseline was good for most situations, I thought Adam & Eve was even a little better lubing the anal ring for penetration with thick things, as it had Lidocaine in it as a desensitizing component -- and anal penetration was what it was meant for, anyway. So that's what I took out of the drawer.

• "Wow, what's that?", exclaimed Jonah.

• "Well, with this you won't get hurt so much trying the impossible. It's the best lube I've come up with when trying to get big things inside my butthole, even better than Vaseline", I answered, taking off the cover. "It helps you to relax your hole better and reduces the pain. Which position do you want to try first?", I asked him.

• "This way", he answered positioning himself lying on his back on the bed, raising his legs up high. "So that I can see you when you push your arm inside of me", he grinned. He took his hands behind his knees pulling them up until they touched his shoulders. His butt was very much exposed to me, and boy, did it look delicious once again!

I squeezed some of the lube to my right hand and started spreading it around and inside his pink, puckered love hole. True enough, he did have a well-trained hole, as three of my fingers sank in as a flash without even an attempt, and there was absolutely no mark of discomfort on Jonah's face. But then again, three fingers was nothing yet compared to a whole fist.

• "Feels wicked! The lube burns a little, but it feels great!", Jonah exclaimed contemplating to the lube's desensitizing effect on his hole.

I went on spreading the lube generously around and inside his hole, and I felt how the ring got all the time looser. I decided to take along a fourth finger, and it slipped inside with ease as well. I was starting to wonder how large he actually was able to stretch his anal muscles, this was already more than the thickness of my dick. Well, did he really say a wine bottle? That can't be! Unless maybe it was one of those thinner ones, just maybe then it could be possible. But certainly not a regular-sized wine bottle! I still had my doubts.

He started to moan in obvious pleasure.

• "No discomfort at all, huh?", I asked.

• "Huh, no, it feels great, silly!", he responded with an obvious determination. "Push more in!", he commanded.

Well, I'll be damned, I thought. This boy did have a loose butthole! The hole seemed to have grown larger by diameter than what my four fingers could actually fill, even though I was in all the way to my first knuckles and more. I could see the red flesh of his insides while pulling out, and the ring didn't even squeeze my fingers when I had them in past my first knuckles. Oh boy, I couldn't believe this was true. Jonah really seemed to master the technique of getting big things inside his ass. He truly must've been training his butt a lot!

I decided we'd still need a little more lube and took my hand completely out of his hole. The hole remained completely open, giving a clear view straight inside his rectum. His anal ring seemed comically large in comparison to his otherwise small frame, and it didn't even look like it was fully stretched yet. Could it really be possible for me to have my whole fist inside after all? It was hard to believe, but I had promised to try, so I took my hand at his hole again along with a handful of more lube.

This time I used all my five fingers. Finally I began to feel some resistance, when I had all the five of them inside almost to the second knuckles. Jonah started to moan more loudly staring at the ceiling with his eyes wide open. I started to finger-fuck him with a quickening pace, taking the fingers all the way out and shoving them back each time a little deeper. I was sure this was as deep as I could get -- which was already a whole lot for a little boy of ten!

• "Ohh, uhh, push more, uuh, it feels so good!", Jonah shouted in growing ecstasy. I was really stretching his anus now. Holy shit, could he really take even more?

Well, a promise is a promise, so I started to slowly put more pressure on his widened hole, but now with a close care. The hole still seemed to grow larger and larger, far beyond what I could've ever believed without seeing it with my own eyes. I could no longer be sure of anything about his ability to stretch his anus.

Jonah took both of his hands on his butt-cheeks to stretch the hole even wider, by then already panting and whining in all the more growing ecstasy. Suddenly he got real loud.

• "Push! Push, dammit! Now! Fuck me with that fist!! Shit! Fuck! Do it! Fuck me!", he shouted in complete desperation.

As horny as I had already got feeling and seeing Jonah under this treatment, the dirty language coming from his angelic little face made me even hornier, so I started to push with again a little more force, getting my hand all the way almost to my second knuckles. I thought I must now really be as deep as I could ever get. It was already much further inside I could ever have believed.

• "Push it in, now, dammit, do you hear me, I said fuck me with that fist!!", he shouted with a kind of determination I had never heard him use before. Perplexed of the situation, I pushed even more, and suddenly, I felt something giving up, and the whole of my fist went in! Unbelievable! He did know it, the son of a bitch, he did know he could do this. And I hadn't believed it -- I still couldn't believe it! He had all of my adult fist inside his rectum, in his sweet little-boy hole, the little wrinkled asshole that had seemed so tiny before the work-out, but was now anything but little; the anal ring was stretched to such proportions that it was hard to believe what you saw.

• "AWW, oouucchhh, uuuhhh, yeah, keep it in, uuuhh, yess, yess, this is great, yeah!...", he shouted and wailed and moaned. "Yeah! I said I could take it! Now you see! I can do it!", he continued shouting, his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. Jonah most seemingly was completely overtaken by utmost sexual lust and feelings never before experienced.

It was miraculous for me as well. My hand was surrounded by immense heat and just awesome softness. It was like I had had my hand in a tight silk glove, except this was much softer, wetter and hotter, and the pressure of his anal ring around my wrist was overwhelming. I couldn't speak out a word, I was so mesmerized about the situation. I realized I had become fully hard myself, and was already leaking some precum.

• "You sure you're ok, Jonah?!", I had to ask, and sure hoped to hear a positive answer.

• "Aah! More than ok, it feels so good, uuh, I feel so very full... ungh... yeah... keep it going, Steve!", he managed between the moans.

I felt the silky insides of his rectum with the whole of my hand. His anal ring was stretched around my wrist, feeling completely indescribable to my hand. The hole was now stretched much more than I had ever seen. A silly thought came to me: now did he even feel anything when I fucked him the usual way, now that his hole seemed to be so well-trained to accommodate so much larger things?

Then I felt something mushy moving inside his rectum, which was not at all unexpected; surely there's shit inside one's rectum most of the time. It was warm and soft, and from what I could feel it had just entered the rectum from his transverse colon; when I started, it had felt all empty. I knew that usually happens when you irritate your anus enough; even if you have your rectum empty at first, whatever you have further up inside your intestines tends to move towards the rectum when the back passage is irritated.

Jonah's hot shit felt wonderful wrapping all around my hand. I felt the insides of his rectum all over with my fingers, probing the entrance of his transverse colon expanded wide open by the shit entering the rectum. I squeezed my hand into a fist, and the shit inside my hand squeezed out between my fingers.

• "Ohh, yeah, do that again!", Jonah breathed. He seemingly had quite pleasurable feelings in his butt when I squeezed my hand. No wonder, as my fist inevitably must've pushed against his prostate gland; there's only so much room for it to move around in there anyway.

Obviously, I had become quite horny myself, too, while doing this to Jonah. I had a raging hard-on, and my dick was oozing loads of precum. I felt I had to do something to it soon.

• "Darling, may I enter you with my pathetic tiny dick? It feels so left-out and lonely when it's not getting any of the hard action here in your butt...", I pleaded, but with an obvious banter in my tone.

• "Oh, please, yes!", he replied. "And hey, it's not pathetic, it's awesome, and I do want it in my butt right now!", he added. "And I want it to squirt lots and lots of semen inside me as soon as possible!"

He certainly knew what to say to make me happy.

I kept on feeling his insides with my hand for just a while longer, until I could wait no more, and prepared to take my hand out of his body. Then I thought I'd try something. I'd try to take my hand out clenched into a fist. That way his sphincter would have to stretch even wider than when I entered him with my fingers straight, but I figured the hole should be more relaxed by now. If he could do this, I'd really have to admit I was wrong and he was right.

I slowly started to pull my fist out, and began to feel the growing resistance. At the same time Jonah started to moan louder.

• "Aww, ouuhhhh, yeah, so wicked, angghh, it hurts, it's so great!!", he moaned. "It's stretchingggggghhhhhh.... so much! Oh shiiiiitttt!!" Jonah was completely delirious with the super feelings on is butthole.

I continued pulling with more force. His sphincter stretched to unbelievable magnitudes. It was hard to believe what I saw. I could never have believed a 10-year-old boy's anus could stretch that much. The hole was almost as wide as his one butt cheek, for god's sake! It was as if he was giving birth, the proportions of the hole in comparison to his small frame were so comical. Jonah was yelping loudly and in extremely high little-boy pitch -- not yelps of pain but clearly of great sexual pleasure.

Finally my fist plopped out completely, leaving Jonah's hole gaping open and so large I could only marvel at the sight in awe. All of his shit-filled intestines were there for all the world to watch, as the hole seemed not to close at all even after my hand left the silky tunnel. Shit was pouring out of the distended hole and strong squirts of piss started to fly on Jonah's chest and face and well above his head onto the pillow. He was still totally overtaken by complete ecstasy.

I took his outpoured shit in my hand and started to push it back inside where it belonged. Which wasn't all that difficult taken how large his hole was. I pushed my whole hand inside again in an attempt to leave as much of the shit there as I could.

• "Your delicious shit was almost to escape from your lovely hole!", I said to him. "But I pushed it back inside as well as I could." What I said made Jonah to giggle. "Now clench your hole shut, so it stays there", I commanded.

As he squeezed his hole a little, I carefully pulled my hand out so that most of the shit stayed inside. The rest of the hot shit that I still had all over my hand I took to my real hard cock, covering it with the hot, brown matter all over. Jonah looked closely to the procedure, panting, and seemingly anxious for having my dick inside his hole soon.

• "Nice lube you provided, Jonah, thanks!", I said. "Warm and real nice. And smells so good..." Both of us giggled, Jonah still panting heavily.

Once my dick was lubed all around with his shit I smeared the rest of it to his smooth, hairless crotch and thighs, and some on my own belly. The odor was very strong, and both Jonah's and my crotches were now all brown. What was left of his shit on my hand, I took to my face and smeared it all over my cheeks, my nose and my forehead, then licking my fingers as clean as I could. I would've wanted to see myself in a mirror then.

The taste and smell of the little boy's shit filled all my senses, making me the horniest man ever. I almost felt I could cum right there without even touching myself, but I concentrated on avoiding that, as I really wanted to get inside that beautiful boy of mine with my hard cock first.

After cooling down a little, just looking deep down into my lover-boy's eyes, I aimed my rock-hard, shitty shaft to his entrance. It felt wonderfully slippery and warm on my glans. At that moment an overwhelming need to kiss Jonah came over me and I bent over him, taking his face to my hands and pressing my lips forcefully against his, and pushed my tongue inside his tasty mouth. I loved that boy so awfully much that there were absolutely no words to express the magnitude of my feelings. Both of us started to moan loudly in our frenzied kissing.

I still had the head of my dick probing at the entrance of his exposed anus. I had his legs on top of my shoulders spreading his shitty ass cheeks nicely apart. While still french- kissing, I started to ease my dick inside his body. His anus felt so wonderful and inviting. There was close to no resistance, and slowly my dick started to sink in. Enormous heat surrounded my hard shaft, as I got deeper and deeper. I felt the soft and warm shit inside him making room to my invading shaft and starting to enfold around it.

I couldn't decide anymore which was causing me more pleasure, kissing his lovely mouth or sliding inside his beautiful, slender boy ass. Soon, though, the feelings emanating from my dick started to take precedence, and I lost concentration on our kissing. I was all the way inside now. I felt his tiny ball sack pressing against my crotch, and my pubic bush being tightly pressed against his smooth, hairless, shit-covered crotch. Even though I couldn't actually see it with my eyes, my mind was filled with a sight of Jonah's hairless crotch, his hard little cocklet and his distended anus, all covered by fresh, brown, smelly boy shit, and my hard cock being penetrated deep down into his bowels. I was a millimeter away from cumming right then and there.

I concentrated hard on not giving up yet, stopping all movement for a while to avoid further irritation on my super- sensitive cock. I could think of nothing else than the feeling of heat and smoothness of Jonah's skin against mine, and the wonderful warmth and pressure around the shaft of my dick. I thought there was no way I could hold myself from release very much longer.

I started to kiss Jonah again fervently, digging my tongue as deep into his mouth as I could, Jonah responding at the very same way. I felt his tongue and his perfect teeth and his wet and slippery lips, and all over the insides of his mouth with my invading tongue. I smelled and tasted the delicious boy shit spread around our now brown faces and lips.

At the same time, I started to slowly hump against his ass again. I knew that this time I was not to survive from this, but I was ready for what was to come. Both of us were panting and moaning in complete ecstasy, sucking each others lips and tongues with our mouths, our hands wildly caressing and squeezing each other's naked shit- and piss-covered bodies.

I could feel Jonah's warm shit I had re-deposited in his butt squishing around my shaft by each push in, and by each pull out, coming out of him little by little. I knew there was already a good load of boy shit piled up around the root of my shaft, all entangled with my pubic hair. The wet slapping sound that it made each time I rooted him was music to my ears. I was getting closer and closer, inevitably, with no way back.

I could say from Jonah's moaning and panting that he was also just about to enter into his climax. I sure as hell had pounded my dick against his prostate gland a lot already, taken the pace I had been humping him and the direction I had purposefully aimed my pole at. I also could feel I had now myself entered the realm of the ultimate ecstasy where there was no turning back anymore. I quickened my pace ever the more pumping my hard penis in and out of his shitty hole in as long strokes as it was possible and as fast as I could. Once again, I started to feel the familiar pressure raising from the depths of my balls, suddenly making a forceful rush of semen starting to exit from my swollen testicles towards my piss tube. At exactly the same moment I heard Jonah starting to yell and shriek from the depths of his lungs and to stiffen his slender body in an obviously violent orgasm.

The timing was perfect. We reached our climaxes at exactly the same moment. Spurt after spurt of my thick semen flew into the depths of Jonah's little ten-year-old body. I was sure he must've felt it splattering against the walls of his hot rectum, so strong were the spurts. Both of us were howling like animals -- which is what we in essence were at that moment, completely captured by uncontrollable lust. I kept on exploding inside of him, spurt after spurt, while still pumping violently in and out of his worked-out hole.

It was as if we had been captured inside some weird anomaly in time and space continuum, everything felt like it was in slow motion. The whole universe centered around our coupling, around our two bodies emanating ultimate sexual energy and lust. There were no others and nothing else in the whole universe than just the two of us making this passionate love.

My dick seemed to keep on spurting endlessly, and my orgasm didn't seem to end at all. It seemed the same way with Jonah as well. We just moaned and grunted, yelled and shrieked, out of uncontrollable lust. Both of our bodies were writhing and squirming evidently out of control.

Eventually things started to slow down, though. I had no recollection of how many spurts of my semen I had expelled into his guts, but it felt like a whole lot. I felt completely emptied and utterly exhausted. I couldn't hold myself up on my elbows but collapsed on top of Jonah, resting my whole weight on top of him. Both of us were panting very hard.

Neither of us had said anything during the whole workout, it had been so intensive. And now that it was over, we were all too exhausted to even keep our eyes open. Lazily, we turned to our sides still tightly clung to each other, and soon enough, we were both sound asleep.

Once again I was wakened up by Jonah kissing my mouth. It was morning already, the sun was shining brightly, lighting up the whole room. Jonah had moved on top of me while I was still asleep, and was now looking straight at me with a great loving look in his eyes. What a wonderful way to wake up, I thought. It couldn't possibly have been any greater.

Seeing that I had now wakened up, Jonah started talking.

• "You remember Justin, my cousin?"

For a while, I had no idea what he was talking about. I didn't remember Jonah having any cousins.

• "He's three years old, you've seen him once in the playground."

Then I did remember, of course, that one. I hadn't thought about them primarily as cousins, as they were so different in age; Justin was still almost a baby, only two years old when I had seen him.

But I did remember him well. Usually I didn't pay so much attention to boys that young, but Justin had been just cute as button! I remember being actually quite perplexed feeling that way to somebody that young, as usually I didn't find boys under five or six so very attractive, but this one had been a clear exception to the rule; I had been very much drawn to him. There had been something really extraordinary in his appearance -- not just the looks, but also the way he acted, the way he talked, and generally, the unlimited energy he seemed to be radiating. He also seemed to be way ahead of his age in intellectual development, judged from the way he could already talk and throw remarks to others.

But I had forgotten about him soon, as Jonah had clearly been my main interest, and besides, you tend to forget sooner about the boys you know you can't possibly have yourself anyway. You know, why torment yourself with anything that's out of your reach? It's better to concentrate on those that are in your life already.

But now that the memory had been drawn to the surface, I remembered him as clear as day.

• "Oh, yeah, I remember him! He was such a cute little boy", I replied. "Although not quite as cute as you, of course", I felt I needed to playfully add, and stroked his cheek to emphasize that I meant what I said. Jonah cast a happy smile to that.

• "Anyway, um, you know... he likes to play these games a lot, too. Sex games, I mean...", Jonah said.

That was unexpected. He was just three years old!

• "What do you mean?!", I asked back. This sounded interesting indeed... My mind was immediately filled with images of little Justin naked and playing with his little pee-wee and -- my goodness -- his tiny little bubble butt! How delicious images they were...

• "Well, when he's staying over at us, we always play with each other after lights out. He always sleeps in my room, and as soon as mom turns off the lights and shuts the door, he gets into my bed with me. And then we play...", he explained.

• "Wow, sounds interesting!", I replied. "What do you do then?", I asked, dying to know what it was they did together.

• "Pretty much the same things that you and I do. Drinking each other's piss, sticking things into each other's butts, sometimes playing with each other's poop...". Jonah kept silent for a moment, and then continued. "And usually I also fuck him", he quickly blurted out.

Jonah seemed a little anxious about what my reaction to all this would be. Even though I was really surprised, I tried not to show him that, but smiled instead.

• "Wow, you really do that? He likes to do all that even though he's still so young?", I enquired, but with a happy tone in my voice so that to put Jonah into ease as well as I could. I wanted to hear all about this!

• "Well he's three and a half already! And yes, he does want to do that, I never need to make him do anything. He always climbs to my bed when the lights have been turned off. He wants to do that every time. And always naked."

• "Well well well! I never knew you had such a playmate with you there! Sounds like a lot of fun", I said.

• "It is -- although not as much fun as with you", he replied smiling happily, now seemingly relaxed from the anticipation of my reactions, and gave a long, wet kiss straight to my mouth. Then he continued with a much more enthusiastic tone.

• "You know, we've practiced our buttholes together, and he can stretch his hole real big, almost as big as mine. Much bigger than I could at his age! When we use Vaseline, he can get even the thickest cucumbers inside his hole! And it doesn't even hurt him, he really likes the feeling when I move it in and out of his hole. That's what he always wants me to do. I've almost managed to get my whole hand inside his butt, but I was afraid of hurting him so I didn't push it all the way in as he seemed to be in a bit of pain then. But I'm pretty sure it would go in if we used that lube you used to me, as it really helped me to relax my butt, and it was so close then. He really would want to get my hand inside his butt. He can get in his own hand, but he always wants that I'd do it to him, too. He does that to me, so it would be only fair for me to do it back to him."

Jonah truly seemed excited talking about this. I realized he had probably wanted to talk about Justin and him to me before, but hadn't had the courage, probably being unsure what I'd think about that. But now that I'd shown him I approved all what he's been doing, he opened up and poured out everything.

• "So I was thinking... you know... he's coming at our place next weekend, so I thought, maybe I could bring him here so we could play all three of us together?", he continued. Once again, I could sense there was a slight anticipation in Jonah's voice about what I'd say to his suggestion, but he seemed determined to get that out of the way and fired the question away. And what an interesting question it was...

• "Oh, well, that's an interesting thought, but I don't know... What if he tells his mom or somebody about what we do? You know, if anybody found out, I would go straight to prison for doing that. I would go to prison if anybody knew what you and me do together, but I can trust you are not telling anybody. But he's only three, can we trust him?", I asked.

• "He won't tell, I'm sure of it!", Jonah assured. "We've agreed we never tell anybody what we do together, and it's actually him who insists his mom must never know about what we do. He's once been caught by his mom having a carrot in his butt, and he got such a hiding from her that he's certain of never telling out!"

Hmm. Now there's a prospect. Getting to witness a three-year- old having sex with a ten-year-old! And who knows, maybe get a piece of the action myself, too... Risks seem a bit higher than would be necessary, but Jonah assures the word would never get out.

• "So how would you get him here?", I asked. "Do you think your mom and his mom would let you get him here?"

• "No problem! I've been trusted with him before, and my mom thinks you're good company. Mom's praising you to everybody all the time, also to Justin's mom, so I'm sure they would be only happy to let him here with me. At least if you tell them we wouldn't be bothering you, because that's my mom's only concern letting me come here", Jonah rationalized.

The idea seemed extremely tempting -- mouth-wateringly so, to say the least. So we agreed that Jonah would see if it could be arranged. I had all faith in Jonah's ability to pull the correct strings to make this happen -- and in a completely safe manner.

This great plan had to be celebrated with a fuck, which my dick was already eagerly waiting, being so rock hard on this great Sunday morning.

JONAH -- THE BOY OF SURPRISES

Chapter 6: Three-year-old cousin

(m/b, b/b, oral, anal, scat, urination)

It was Saturday afternoon, and the doorbell rang. Finally, I'd been looking forward for this very excited for the whole week! As it had turned out, Jonah had had no difficulties in arranging his little cousin to come with him.

I opened the door, and saw two pieces of perfection standing outside my door. Justin had grown a lot since the last time I had seen him, and God he looked cute. The smiles on both boys' faces were wide and their eyes radiating enthusiasm and limitless energy.

• "Hello boys, come on in!", I greeted

Justin had his radiating eyes fixed at mine, and the wide smile never left his little face, as the boys stepped in.

• "Steve, will you put your pee-pee in my butt?", were the first words I heard little Justin say to me the second I got the door closed.

What an opening! The first thing this little boy says to me when we meet is if I could fuck him in the ass! Speechless I turned my questioning eyes to Jonah, while Justin seemed to turn his attention to my crotch area -- conveniently close to his eye-level. I think Jonah blushed a little, looking back at me, but said nothing, only grinned.

• "Jonah told me that you would. He told me you always put your pee-pee in his butt, and that it feels great", little Justin continued.

I still couldn't say a word out of my astonishment. How could a boy so little talk like this?! He sure seemed such a sexual little boy, already at the age of three! And also verbally very much ahead of his age, it seemed. This little boy certainly ignited the spark of lust and desire in me strong, and I already felt extremely attracted to that little creature.

But to really fuck him? A three-year-old boy? I had been doubtful I could fuck a ten-year-old without causing the boy some considerable damage -- but a three-year-old??

• "You really said that?!", I asked Jonah, openly surprised.

Jonah blushed more, but didn't loose the grin on his face.

• "Well, I said you might... Because I know you can fit in him, we've been practicing so much together. He can get in very thick cucumbers already, he can stretch it very well! And besides, he insisted on me promising that you'd fuck him, or otherwise he said he wouldn't come...", Jonah replied and blushed even more.

Justin placed his hand directly at the growing bulge in my pants and turned his eyes back at my eyes.

• "Will you, please? I like to have big things in my butt, and Jonah's pee-pee is so little. Pleeeze, Steve?.....", Justin pleaded.

Okay, so that was the deal. Justin wanted an adult cock in his butt, and had made Jonah promise him he could have mine. Well, taken my sexual attraction to this little boy, I couldn't say I wasn't interested, but I still was a little reserved about whether it could be done without causing damage to such a little body of his. On the other hand, Jonah had proved me wrong in this very same subject before, so maybe he was right about this as well...

• "Justin, first of all, do you understand that none of what we are talking about now can ever be told to anyone outside the three of us? I mean never ever. Not even your mom, or your friends -- no-one.", I felt necessary to be cleared out first.

• "I swear I'll never ever tell any of this to anyone but Jonah. Jonah and I have sworn that we'll never tell anybody about the sex stuff that we do, we swore a piss oath that we wouldn't. And I don't want my mom to know either, so I promise I'll never tell anybody. Swear!", little Justin assured straight-faced, still pushing his tiny little hand at my crotch and squeezing my cock pretty hard.

I had become rock hard under my pants, and it was obvious also Justin could tell that, judging from the way he started to grin at me, squeezing my package even harder. I felt so excited.

• "Jonah, are you okay with that if we try it with Justin?", I had to ask him. I didn't want to hurt his feelings by giving my attention to Justin instead of him, especially as the initial talk had only been about Jonah and Justin playing with each other, not Justin and me. Jonah only flashed a happy smile to that.

• "Of course it's okay, I want you to do it! I really want to see you do it, and I'm sure it's gonna be good! Justin has talked about nothing else with me than getting your dick inside his butt after I told him you do it to me, he's so excited, and so am I", Jonah reassured me.

I had had Justin in my apartment for about three minutes, still standing at the door, and already I had agreed I'd fuck him into his three-year-old ass. Talk about fast progress...

It took about two more minutes for Justin to be out of his clothes and running stark naked around my apartment.

• "Where do we do it? On your bed? I think it's best we do it on your bed, don't you think?", Justin babbled about so fast I couldn't keep pace. "Take your clothes off so I can see your pee-pee. It felt big and hard in your pants. It's gonna feel great inside my butt. I like to have big things in there! This bed is going to be just fine for you to put your pee-pee inside my butt. It's very soft and comfy", Justin went on and on. We were completely outpaced by him, his babbling seemed to never cease. He sure seemed excited -- but so was I!

• "Jonah, why don't we get out of our clothes as well, so we can get more comfortable", I said to him. He agreed, and soon enough we were as naked as Justin already was, both of us sporting really hard erections.

• "Wow, it IS big", yelled little Justin and reached out his hand to feel my very hard penis. He couldn't nearly reach around its girth with one hand, and only barely with two hands. And I was going to fuck him in the ass! Could that really happen?! Could anyone's butthole stretch so much as to accommodate something as thick as what you barely can reach around with your two hands?!

But I knew anal muscles are very flexible and can stretch to quite impressive proportions, and besides, with little children, the proportions aren't anyway the same as with adults. And Jonah had assured I could fit -- and he had been right before in very similar matters when I hadn't been so sure myself -- so I was hopeful he was right here, too. I was excited like hell about this prospect.

• "Come on already", I heard Justin complain. He sure didn't want to waste time. On the other hand, nor did I. In a flash, Justin was already lying on my bed on his back, legs high up. That was a sight I would've never thought of seeing with my own eyes -- much less on my own bed, the little baby boy just waiting for me to penetrate his miniscule ass!

His butt was so small, so fragile looking. The tiny little hole in between the bubbly butt cheeks looked so innocent, so virginal, yet I knew that it had been penetrated by numerous things before, some of them at least as thick as my swollen dick, or so I hear. But never before had it been penetrated by a real man dick. I felt so privileged to be the first for Justin to try that!

I kneeled beside the bed and dove my nose into his cleft, just breathing in the dumbfounding aroma of a little-boy butt. There was the familiar smell of dried shit mixed with the general boy-butt smell that filled all my senses completely. The smell was so wonderful I could've spent hours just sniffing it and doing nothing else. But Justin probably wouldn't have appreciated that too much, taken how excited he already was.

• "Whatcha doing? When are you gonna put your pee-pee in my butt?", said Justin, already impatient to wait anymore.

• "Soon, baby, soon, but we don't want to rush things too much, now do we?", I replied, breathing in just a few more sniffs of the sweetest and most intoxicating fragrance known to humankind.

In the meantime, Jonah climbed on the bed as well.

• "Justin, you can suck my peter while Steve prepares your butt, would you like that?", I heard Jonah asking Justin.

• "Yeah!", was the immediate and very excited answer. "Can I also drink your pee, I'm thirsty", I heard Justin suggesting to Jonah. - "Okay", I heard Jonah replying back, and starting to settle himself on top of Justin's chest, facing him so that Justin could reach his hard little dick to suck. I made a mental note that I actually had two adorable little butts in my view at close range at the same time, and the other one even smaller than the other -- way smaller than what I'd ever seen so close-by. Now this was an exciting setting, I had to admit to myself.

The fragrance of Justin's lovely butt was starting to have severe effects on me. I wanted more than to just sniff, so I pushed out my tongue and started to devour the source of my desire, hungrily kissing and licking all around the tiny crack and bubbly butt-cheeks. Then I started to concentrate on the wrinkled hole, in an attempt to eventually get inside there with my tongue. Soon enough the little hole started to loosen just enough for my tongue to penetrate. The taste of boy shit grew stronger. I wondered if there was something in store for me inside there, and sure enough, after a while of tonguing I could feel something soft but solid inside with the tip of my tongue. Ahh, delicious! I had been wishing I could have a taste of Justin's baby-poop as well, and now I knew I could for sure!

While I feasted with the dumbfounding smells and tastes in and on Justin's backside, I heard Jonah starting to softly moan. Obviously Justin was creating some great sensations on Jonah's erect tool with his mouth. I was happy to realize they were both enjoying themselves. Justin hadn't even been whining for a while for me to fuck him already; for obvious reasons, as his mouth was very much filled with Jonah's ten-year-old dick. I saw Justin swallowing something very rapidly; obviously Jonah had released his bladder and was now pissing in Justin's mouth. Both boys seemed to be enjoying each other greatly.

I decided it was time to get the lube and start preparing Justin's butt for the real thing. I reached for the drawer of my nightstand and got the tube of "Adam & Eve Anal Lube". I knew its desensitizing and tension-relaxing effect would be needed here, no matter how experienced the little tyke was in stretching his love hole. Even though I had no monster cock, it was still huge compared to the size of the little baby boy that I was going to penetrate.

I took a generous amount of the lube in my hand and started to apply it to Justin's butt, first outside, then also inside. Justin's hole started to relax, and my index finger went in like nothing. There wasn't even a whimper from the little boy, so easy it was to go in. I pushed in some more and was delighted to find the hot mass of little-boy shit with my finger.

• "Seems you've got a surprise for me inside your lovely butt, Justin", I remarked joyfully. Justin's mouth was full of Jonah's lovestick, but he pulled out just to reply, causing Jonah's piss to gush out on his face and onto the mattress for a second, until Jonah quickly shut off the golden stream to prevent any of the precious liquid going to waste.

• "Yeah we've been saving our pee and poop because we wanted to be full when we got here."

Jonah grinned and winked to me. I knew it had been his idea, and I was glad Justin had agreed.

As Justin got back to serve Jonah's dicklet with his little mouth, I took my finger out of Justin's butt, poured a little more of lube into my hand, and pushed in two fingers this time. They went in very easily as well, although I could feel Justin twitch just ever so slightly when I penetrated his hole. I started to wiggle my fingers all around in his rectum to ensure the lube got everywhere. Justin had been moaning a little ever since Jonah had given him his hard little peter to suck, but I thought he moaned just a little louder now. He did seem to have a well-trained butthole indeed, as taking two adult fingers inside would've already been quite a lot for any other little boy of three! But not for Justin, it seemed. At least there seemed to be no pain at all -- which was a really good sign for what I was preparing to eventually do!

I added a third finger, and still there seemed to be no significant pain. The lube must've been helping as well, of course, as it did numb the boy's anus a little, and more significantly, helped to completely relax the muscles. I now started to see Justin's butthole in its true, stretched state. For an inexperienced boy of three (or ten, or fifteen -- or even for an adult!), having three sturdy fingers inside one's butthole would've caused significant pain, lube or no lube. If the anal muscles haven't been trained to stretch, it can cause just excruciating pain and even damage to suddenly force the anus more open than what it can naturally stretch. But it was very evident now that Justin had had his training -- and somehow I doubted him being that able if it weren't for Jonah...

I decided it was time to get to the point finally. My erection was hard as a log pole and leaking pre-cum by amounts. Justin was still moaning for getting to suck Jonah's erect lovestick, and Jonah was moaning from the great sensations on his dick. I felt almost sorry to interfere with their obvious lust for each other, but I didn't have the patience to wait any longer. I lubed my pole with generous amount of Vaseline, on top of which I also applied some Adam & Eve to desensitize it a little. I feared of premature ejaculation, taken how extremely exciting the situation was. I was going to fuck a three-year- old baby boy in his lovely ass! Who could've believed! I still almost couldn't believe it!

But there he was, three-year-old Justin dying to have me stuff my stiff dick inside his love hole. I got into position and started slowly to exert pressure in Justin's hole with the tip of my really hard penis. At that point also Justin seemed to return back to the present from the highs of sucking Jonah, feeling the dull tip of my penis starting to pry his hole more and more open. Justin's eyes widened caused by the powerful sensation, and the little boy leaned his head back and let Jonah's dick slip out of his mouth.

• "Aah, yesss, push it in Steve!", Justin yelled. "I can take it, you will see!", he boasted. Having his dick now left unattended, Jonah turned around and repositioned himself so that he could watch the hot action, settling on his knees so that his ten-year-old butt was directly on top of Justin's three-year-old face. From this position he could also have an unobstructed and clear view from top to Justin's tiny hole being penetrated by my adult-sized man-pole.

Justin was so little that even Jonah's slender ten-year-old little-boy body made Justin almost to disappear under him. When I had fucked Jonah the first time, he had seemed way too small for me to even think of actually penetrating his bottom -- but now, I found myself preparing to fuck a boy just third of Jonah's age and less than half his size!

But it seemed Justin's hole wasn't actually significantly smaller than Jonah's, at least what came to penetrating it. I could feel and see Justin's hole giving up slowly, until suddenly the whole tip of my erection plopped inside. Justin twitched and let out a really high-pitched yelp. Jonah giggled.

• "You okay, Justin sweetheart?", I asked, not really worried, as I had by now grown confident there would be no trouble getting my dick inside his hole.

• "Aaaaa-a-a-a-a-aaahhh....!", was Justin's only reply, until suddenly his whole body started to tremble and his back arched as much as it could with Jonah sitting on top of him, and more ultrasonic squeals escaped the little baby boy's wide open lips. Seemingly he had his first dry orgasm today already -- just from feeling the tip of my dick inside his hole. This boy seemed to be such a butt-boy. He'd for sure grow up being a great bottom for anyone lucky enough to have him as a sexual partner some day -- not that he wasn't just that already! Justin had his eyes wide open, his long, curvy lashes blinking real fast.

• "That's how he always goes when he gets the thicker dildos in his butt", Jonah told me. "He gets his first orgasm almost immediately whenever his hole is stretched wide enough. But don't worry, he's gonna get lots more of them still", he continued, grinning to that. Oh, to be young again!

It felt so warm and so comfortable being inside Justin's butthole, even if I was there no more than just a couple of inches deep yet. I wondered how deep I was even able to go there, taken the boy's tiny frame. Surely he would bottom out sooner or later, I didn't expect to get all of my seven inches inside.

I started to push more. Just as I started to glide deeper, I felt my glans hitting the awaited mass of baby boy shit. The deeper I went, the more I felt my pole getting surrounded by the hot, moist substance, just like with Jonah just a week ago. More yelps and squeals escaped Justin's mouth, but all of them sounded those of pure bliss and ecstasy, not of pain. Talk about bliss -- I was the one having pleasure beyond imagination! But so was Justin, not even able to talk for the extreme sensations he was going through.

The view was just unbelievable. I had my cock stuffed inside a butt that was so tiny I could cup both cheeks at the same time with just one hand. The penetrating pole was just about as thick as Justin's own ankle. His butt cheeks were not much larger than what the hole in between them was now, stretched by my swollen dick. It seemed so absurd -- how could anything so little accommodate something so big inside?! As much as the view was unbelievable, it was arousing. I could never have believed I could witness something so amazing, and it was me who had my very own hard shaft embedded inside that tiny baby butt! I got very close to orgasming just by thinking about it, but I fought it back, as I didn't want it to be over just yet.

• "I told you, Steve, he can get your dick inside his butt, didn't I?", Jonah said triumphantly with a grin.

• "Yes, my boy, you did know it -- once again.", I replied. "But, actually, I didn't even doubt it that much now, not after you've proved me how much you really know", I continued and winked at him. In return of the compliments he flashed one of his most adorable smiles at me again.

• "Justin, are you still good? Can I push it deeper?", I thought I'd check how my little fuck-baby was doing.

• "Yes, push more in!", Justin replied, panting. "It feels great!", he added in between his pants.

I had about half of my seven inches embedded in Justin's rectum by now. I started to slowly push deeper, as I was instructed, and inch by inch my dick was just swallowed in there. Justin's ecstatic yelps and squeals went on as before, so I kept going. More and more of my rock hard dick slid in, and wonder of wonders, I was soon all the way in, every inch of my pole stuffed inside this tiny little boy!! Justin must've felt really full, as I could tell there were masses of shit in his rectum as well. On the other hand, that might have also helped me to penetrate so deep, as the shit had surely been stretching his rectum and transverse colon more open to take my penis all the way in.

• "I'm in all the way, how you feeling my little baby boy?", I asked Justin, panting now myself.

Justin had his eyes closed and a very concentrated look on his face. He was still breathing very rapidly and all the time moaning and squealing aloud. He seemed to be in another world, hearing nothing, seeing nothing. Suddenly his squeals got louder and he started to tremble and arch his back again, when another orgasm hit him with force. This time it wasn't just yelps and squeals he emitted, but also a strong gush of hot boy piss started to erupt from his tiny little dick, spraying all around his belly and the bed, and also hitting Jonah on his chest. As soon as Jonah realized Justin's golden fountain was erupting, he hurried to close his lips around the little cocklet so that no more of the precious liquid would go to waste. Jonah started gulping in earnest and in a seemingly excited state. I didn't blame him, I would've gladly accepted the hot golden stream into my mouth as well, but for obvious reasons, that was physically quite impossible for me to get at that moment.

Another powerful cramp overtook Justin's little body, and this time I felt it with my deeply embedded dick as well. Justin's rectum started to strongly push out whatever there was inside, and I as much felt as heard a strong gush of soft baby shit starting to exit his already stretched hole. As I was still all the way in rooted inside his rectum, the smooth shit started to pile up around the root of my dick, sticking to my pubic bush. More and more came out, and the delicious smell of little-boy shit started to spread around strong. A few lumps of steaming shit dropped down on the floor with an audible splat, but most of it remained between our sweaty bodies. Soon there was at least two handfuls of hot, smelly shit stuck at the root of my dick. What a beautiful sight! And the smell was just completely and utterly intoxicating.

Jonah seemingly thought the same way, as he couldn't resist grabbing a good handful of Justin's shit and stuffing it straight into his mouth. Justin's dick still oozed some piss, which now dripped down to the sheets as Jonah was too busy devouring the little boy's shit, but then Jonah realized what was happening and squeezed Justin's dicklet shut with his other hand so that no more of the precious nectar would go to waste.

• "Aah, Justin, your shit tastes so good!", Jonah complimented Justin. I was not sure if Justin still heard anything we said, but Jonah went on. - "Would you like a load of my shit in your mouth, too? I have my butt full of it just waiting to come out for you, if you like", he continued.

Justin still had his eyes closed and was panting heavily, but evidently he did hear something from this world as well (that's called selective hearing), as he readily replied.

• "Yes! I wanna eat poo-poo, too!" Having said that, Justin just opened his mouth but kept his eyes closed, still panting ever so hard. Jonah didn't wait a moment but immediately positioned himself on top of Justin so that his shit-hole was now at Justin's waiting mouth. Still munching Justin's hot shit in an obvious bliss, Jonah started to strain just a little and I could only hear how his shit started to extrude from his rear hole directly into Justin's mouth. The view was once again indescribable. A three-year-old eating a ten-year- old's shit directly from the source, and the ten-year-old devouring the three-year-old's steamy hot shit with his hands and spreading it all around his face. And to top it all, the three-year-old having his adorable shit-filled butthole stretched so nicely around a rock hard man-cock -- my very own!

The smell of shit had become very strong now. I started to want some in my mouth as well. There was still plenty of Justin's shit down there where we were connected, so I grabbed a handful as well and brought the delicious pile to my mouth. I sniffed the hot mass for a while, until I could resist it no more, and stuffed the whole pile in my mouth and smeared the rest all over my face. I reveled in the divine taste of Justin's shit while I watched Jonah feeding load after load of his boy-shit into Justin's little mouth and the three-year-old Justin munching and swallowing the ten-year-old's shit as fast as he could. We all had our faces covered by shit as if we were wearing masks.

After a while of this Jonah raised up on his knees and brought his mouth to mine, wrapping his shitty hands around my neck and squeezing hard. I could feel Jonah starting to push the shit he had in his mouth into mine, and I felt his tongue digging into the shit in my mouth. Lots of shit and spit was exchanged while we fervently continued kissing each other with passion.

• "When are you gonna start fucking me, Steve?", I heard the little imp lying on the bed softly asking. I was still staying rooted inside Justin's rectum, but I hadn't really fucked him at all yet. There had been so many other things keeping my mind occupied that I hadn't even realized that I had no more than just pushed inside Justin and stayed there.

• "Okay, Jonah, why don't you go and feed your awesome little cock to Justin while I start fucking him", I said, interrupting our kissing session. - "Let's give him what he most wants in both ends of his cute little body", I added, grinning.

Jonah didn't seem to mind, but only grinned back and happily retreated and positioned himself on top of Justin, this time lying on top of him so that he could more effectively fuck Justin in his mouth. I marveled how beautiful little butt Jonah had. I now had two delicious boy-butts facing me, the other of which -- the smaller one -- I had already penetrated and was going to really start fucking in just a second.

While watching Jonah to maneuver himself on top of Justin, I started to pull out of Justin's rectum just a little, seeing how finely my shaft was covered with the little boy's hot, brown "poo-poo". Some more of the boy's shit oozed out of the hole along with my retreating penis, dropping down to the floor accompanied by wet splashs.

I pulled out so that just the tip of my now completely brown penis remained inside, then pushed back in. The rectum was still not nearly empty of shit, so the friction on my cock moving in was just perfect. It felt so hot, so soft, yet the grip of the baby-guts on my cock was so firm and indescribably good. I started moving in and out, little by little faster and in longer movements, until eventually I was pounding Justin's tiny little shit-filled ass in abandon, almost all the way out and then all the way back in to the root.

My fucking movements easily rocked Justin's whole body way forth and back, as well as Jonah's, who was still feeding his hard little dicklet into Justin's mouth. It was almost as if Justin's little body was an extension to my hard shaft, so easily it was moved by the force caused by my pounding. It seemed that Jonah was again letting his remaining piss flow inside Justin's throat, seeing how greedily the little imp was sucking Jonah's boy penis and swallowing whatever he was given in his mouth.

The excitement began to rise to levels probably never before experienced. While Jonah had given me the world's best orgasms so far, Justin's ass felt maybe even better than that, because it belonged to such a little baby boy. I could never have imagined a man could have such perfect sex with a three-year- old boy! I could never have imagined it could be so complete and fulfilling -- if it was possible at all in the first place! But here he was, a beautiful little three-year-old boy, giving me the best fuck ever, straight into his shit-filled, tiny little ass!

I started to feel the inevitable coming close. I could've slowed down to make it last longer, but I completely lacked the self-discipline and determination to do that, the enjoyment of the moment was all too great. I quickened my pace even more, listening to the loud squishing sound coming out of Justin's little butt along with the loud wet slaps of my swollen balls hitting Justin's shit-covered buttocks when I forcefully rooted in. The whole bed shook by the power of our passionate fucking, and the air was filled with ecstatic moans from three separate sources -- not to mention with strong, intoxicating smell of little-boy shit.

I noticed Jonah starting to quicken his pace as well, stuffing his iron-hard little dicklet in and out of Justin's little mouth, much of his fresh piss splattering all over Justin's face and on the bed sheets. Justin's face was full of brown streaks of Jonah's shit, and Jonah's dick and scrotum were all covered by his own shit that had been filling Justin's mouth when he started to face-fuck him. Both boys moaned and groaned and yelped and squealed and everybody was just in the brink of their powerful orgasms.

Then it happened. The ultimate release. I saw stars when the violent rush of semen started to exit my balls and shoot deep inside little Justin's tiny baby boy's body. I thought the first spurt must have traveled all the way into Justin's stomach, so powerful it was. I kept pumping in and out of the tight little-boy hole, and spurt after spurt I released more and more of my love juice deep inside the boy. It was amazing, I shot so many times and for so long that I couldn't believe where all the seed came from. I was almost out of my breath, but kept going, even after I had shot my balls completely empty. My dick just wouldn't go down, the scene I was witnessing was way too exciting for that.

Then suddenly Justin got there as well, for the third time today. His rectum cramped and squeezed my pole so that it almost hurt. His back arched violently and his whole body trembled. The shrieks and squeals were so loud I was afraid the whole neighborhood would hear. But it was sheer music to my ears, watching my fuck-baby orgasming. It felt so good to know having given pleasure to such a beautiful and attractive little boy. To such a sexy baby boy. Witnessing this made my balls to shoot still two more powerful spurts of semen inside the silky love-tunnel -- though probably quite watery ones, after all that I'd already deposited inside him by then.

Justin's orgasm seemed to trigger also Jonah's climax, and soon there were two little boys squirming and screaming in their orgasmic bliss. I kept pounding Justin's ass with what little energy I still had left, but eventually I had to give up. Soon also the boys started to calm down, and we all collapsed on the bed in a heap of sweaty bodies smelling of shit, piss and hot sex.

What an experience. I could never ever have believed I could ever in my life experience anything remotely like this! And this surely was just the beginning. There was bound to be lots and lots more of boy piss and shit and fucking and sucking with these cute new-found lovers of mine -- and who knows what else! With Jonah anything could happen, it seemed.

I just wondered what he was next up to. He was such a boy of surprises.

Is this the end, or should I write more? If there's enough demand, I will!

E-mail me at paidarion@hotmail.com. All comments, suggestions, linguistic corrections and new story ideas are very much appreciated.

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Love, Paidarion