Kyle's Afternoon Snack 73
Kyle's After School Snack by Josh Terrence Chapter 73
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"What's wrong, baby?" my mom asked as I sat at the table and crossed my arms with a pout. I frowned as I looked across the table at my parents, who were watching me with concerned looks.
"Buddy, it's just for tonight," my dad said, but I wasn't having it.
"It's not fair, though," I whined. "I'm craving it bad, daddy. Tell mommy it's okay."
"Honey, we're not doing this to be mean to you," she said softly. "We want you to clean out so that you can start all over tomorrow."
"But why can't I start all over tonight?" I demanded impatiently, feeling cranky because my parents were being so unreasonable. My mood soured even more when my dad chuckled before answering my question.
“You can't start all over unless you stop first, Kyle,” he explained, but I didn't want to hear it.
“Honey, I know how much you need it,” my mom said with a sympathetic smile as tears started to roll down my cheeks. “I promise you that first thing in the morning, daddy's going to sit on the chair and feed you a nice big load.”
“You promise?” I sobbed, and she nodded as she held her arms out for me. I scooted my chair back and got up, making a beeline for the comfort of my mom's arms as I gave into my crying with a loud sob. She lifted me up into her lap and held me close, rocking me back and forth while she stroked my hair. I felt her plant a kiss on my cheek, then her soothing voice carried into my ears.
“After dinner, I bet you'll have a big pile of turds in your tummy,” she said, and I nodded with a teary eyed smile. “Why don't you tell mama what you plan on doing with those turds, baby?”
With a defiant pout, I lifted my butt up and pointed at the seat of my undies, then I sobbed, “I'm not going to tell you and daddy when I'm all done. I'm going to be really stinky before you know.”
“Okay, honey,” she said in a quiet tone as she continued to sooth me by rocking my little frame and running her fingers through my brown hair. “Tell mama what you plan to do with your pee pee?”
“I'm going to pee pee in my pants, mama!” I said crankily, and she only planted a kiss on my cheek in reply.
“Such a cranky baby boy,” she observed, and I nodded slowly through my crying. “If you're going to wet your pants, would you like mama to put you in a set of pajamas?”
I nodded again, prompting her to plant another kiss on my cheek and tell my dad, “Honey, will you grab me one of Kyle's binkies? I think he needs one right now.”
With that, my dad got up and walked into the kitchen, where he fetched a blue and green pacifier from the top drawer by the sink, where our eating utensils were kept. When he came back into the dining room, he smiled lovingly at me and planted a kiss on my tear streaked face as he handed my pacifier to my mom.
“Here baby,” my mom cooed as she pressed the fat nipple to my mouth, and without hesitating, I opened up and let her put it in for me. As soon as I had it in, I instantly felt better and expressed my satisfaction with a sigh, prompting my parents to gush.
“He's such a special baby this evening, isn't he?” my dad said, and my mom nodded in agreement.
“I'm going to take him upstairs and get him into some jammies,” she told him, and in an instant, I was up in her arms, wrapping my legs around her waist as she carried me upstairs to dress me in a pair of pajamas.
When we got to my room, she laid me down on my bed and retrieved a pair of red and blue Superman pajamas. While I lay still and watched, she went over to my dresser and selected my pajamas, then she walked back to the bed with a smile. She pulled my pajama bottoms on over my feet and down my legs, then she wordlessly used her hand to support the small of my back and lift my midsection so that she would pull them the rest of the way up. When my pajama bottoms were up, she sat on the side of the bed and lifted me into her lap, then she pulled my top over my head. Without asking me to cooperate, she manually guided my arms into each sleeve, then she pulled my shirt tail down and kissed me on the cheek. I smiled up at her through my binky, then I slid down off of her lap and gave her a naughty grin as I pushed my crotch out and let my bladder go.
As my warm pee soaked my jammy bottoms, I studied my mom's expression for any sign that she was perturbed by my actions. Instead of the exasperated look that I was hoping for, though, she simply watched with a patient smile while I wet my pants. When I was all done, I pushed hard, hoping to release a couple of dark turds for my mom to find in the seat of my pants, but all I could manage to produce was a loud fart. When I was through peeing and trying to poop, she took me by the hand and walked me down the hall to the bathroom, where she stripped me down to nothing and used a warm, wet wash cloth to wipe the pee away from my legs and my crotch. From there, she took me back to my room, where she laid me on the bed and walked out of the room momentarily.
When she returned, she was carrying a towel that she promptly laid over the wet spot I left on the hard wood floor, as well as two bottles that piqued my interest. One was a bottle of baby lotion that she squirted into her hand and applied liberally to my crotch and my butt. The other was a bottle of baby powder, which she applied by lifting my legs and powdering my bottom. When I was lotioned and powdered, she dressed me in a dry pair of undies and a set of blue Lego pajamas.
When we got back downstairs, my mom put me down and I went straight to my daddy to be picked up again. As soon as I was up in his arms, he gave me a long hug and a kiss on the cheek, then he spoke to my mom.
“I see you powdered his bottom,” he said as the smell of baby lotion and powder rolled off of me.
“He peed his pants as soon as I dressed him,” she told him, and he gave me a knowing smile.
“Is that true, buddy?” he asked, and I nodded, smiling mischievously through my pacifier. “I guess you're the baby tonight, aren't you?”
I nodded again, then I rested my head on his shoulder while I watched him and my mom finish getting dinner ready. When dinner was ready, he took my binky out and put it in his front pocket, then he gave me another long hug and said, “Daddy loves you, baby boy. Do you want to sit in daddy's lap while we eat?”
I nodded eagerly, feeling incredibly attached to him and eager to cling to him all night. Just like he promised, I sat in my daddy's lap and opened wide as he fed me bites off of his plate that he cut into extra small pieces. Right by his plate was a sippy cup filled with milk that he held to my lips when I pointed to it. While we were eating, my parents talked about me like I wasn't even in the room.
“It seems like he's calmed down,” my dad observed, holding his fork up to my mouth so that I would take a bite. “He was really upset with us earlier, wasn't he?”
“Well, I think he's getting it all out of his system,” my mom said as my dad kissed the top of my head. “I think he'll be fine. Besides, wait until he see's the surprise we have in store for him this weekend.”
“Yeah, he's going to love that, isn't he?” my dad said with a smile, and my mom nodded with one of her own as I tried to imagine what kind of surprise my parents had in store for me.
“I think a midweek cleaning is just what the baby needs to get ready for his busy weekend,” my mom said, and my dad nodded in agreement. “He's going to be such a happy little toilet.”
“We're going to have to keep this bottom of his busy, too,” my dad said, running his hand over my powered bubble butt while also picking up my sippy cup and putting the nozzle to my lips. “I'm sure he'll get plenty of action back there.”
“I hope so,” my mom said with a knowing smile as I drank my milk. “I want my baby to stay satisfied all weekend long, especially after having to do without seeing Ethan and Steve all week.”
“Well, they're both ready to get back over hear and spend some quality time with the baby,” my dad said, planting another kiss on my head as he set my cup down and scooped up another bite to offer me. “I know Kyle's going to love getting under the chair and taking their loads again.”
“I think that'll be just what the doctor ordered,” my mom said, and I sighed contentedly, prompting them both to coo down at me, then they went back to ignoring me. “I'm going to make some special dishes this weekend that I know will keep our little turd burglar busy.”
With that, I felt a powerful shiver of desire run through me as I contemplated a long weekend under the rim chair. I opened wide, eager for another bite of my food so that I could give my fudge factory the ingredients it needed to go into full scale production. My daddy scooped up a fork full of macaroni and cheese and brought it to my mouth, and with a contented smile, I accepted a bite and chewed it up while he rubbed my back. After dinner, my daddy scooted me out of his lap and helped my mom clear the table while I toddled about the house and felt the first wave of gastric pressure in my tummy.
While my mom and dad were in the kitchen doing the dishes and putting the leftovers away, my tummy started to churn hard with the hot turds that my mom had fed me earlier that evening. I was still in a naughty mood after she told me that there would be no more poop eating for the day, and I was determined to act out anyway that I could. So as my load moved down to my bowels, I wandered into the living room and hid between the couch and the end table. I could hear them loading the dishwasher and talking about their day, so I knew that they wouldn't suspect a thing as I squatted and wrapped my arms around my thighs so that I could poop in comfort.
After filling my undies with five long, thick turds, I went about my evening as if nothing was wrong. While I wandered around the house, the dark stink of my butt pudding made my mouth water while my steaming pant load smashed over and over between my butt and the seat of my undies. I went upstairs to my room and found some toy cars, then I brought them downstairs with me and pushed them around on the living room floor. While I was playing with my toys, I reached back and manipulated my load, stirring up the stink as I squeezed it through my pajama bottoms. After about twenty minutes of sitting in my pant load, I got up and stood in front of the long mirror on our living room wall, taking stock of the soft bulge in the seat of my jammies. I was tempted to reach into my pants and grab a naughty handful to snack on, but I was worried that my parents would catch me, so I chickened out at the last minute. Just as I changed my mind about eating my hot load of poop, my mom appeared before me with a knowing look on her face.
“Honey, did you poop your pants?” she asked, and I nodded up at her with a defiant look. “Open your mouth and let mama smell your breath.”
I opened wide and blew my breath out, and she smiled lovingly when she realized that there was no poop to be detected. With that, she inspected the seat of my underwear, where she found my brown pant load, then she picked me up and carried me to my daddy.
“Kyle pooped his pants, honey,” she told him, and he gave me a knowing look.
“Did you eat poop, buddy?” he asked, and I shook my head no with a proud smile. He reached out and ruffled my head of hair, then he took me from my mom and carried me upstairs, where I was given a bath. After my bath, my bottom was powdered and I was dressed in fresh undies and a pair of dark blue Batman pajamas, then I was carried downstairs and left to my own devices while they watched Downton Abby.
Being an eager little pants pooper, though, I wasn't satisfied. So as soon as I felt the stir in my tummy, I went back to my secret place between the couch and the end table and squatted while my parents sat on the couch beside me and watched their show. Trying to be as quiet as I could, I pushed and released a long, solid turd that came out with such unrelenting force that I could feel it pushing into the seat of my undies and my jammies, causing them to tent out so far that my waistband pulled away from my skin. When it was completely released, it dropped into the seat of my undies and smashed into my crack and my hairless little balls. I gave another push, and much to my delight, a second turd pushed out, joining my foot long trophy in the seat of my now bulging undies. The stink from both turds was powerful, and quite pleasurable as I gave another hard push. I was longing to pinch at least one more loaf off in my pants so that I could enjoy sitting in a large, steamy pant load.
Just as I hoped for, my churning tummy gave me one more turd, a nice soft one that felt so good as it filled the space between my butt cheeks and the two solid turds that were resting in the seat of my underwear. Just as the last of my boy poop touched down in my underwear, I felt my mom's fingertips running through my brown hair, alerting me to the fact that she knew exactly what I was up to. So, with a naughty smile on my face, I got up and presented my bulging rear end to her, knowing that she would find the stinky deposit I had made. I was grinning over my shoulder as she ran her hand over the seat of my jammies, letting her fingers trace along the contours of the hot turds that rested there, then she took a sniff and said, “Did you have a nice poop, baby?”
I looked at her and my dad and nodded my answer, then I said, “I want to sit in it, mama.”
“Okay, sweetie,” she said softly, then she planted a kiss on my cheek and pulled the waistband of my pajamas and my underwear back to inspect the load for herself. She smiled down into my undies, then she used her finger to trace along the length of my trophy turd from the outside of my jammies while my daddy leaned forward and looked for himself.
“That's a nice sized turd, honey,” she observed, and I nodded proudly as she let my waistband go and patted my load gently.
I wandered into the dining room and crawled around on the floor while I played with my toys. While I was crawling around under the table, I could feel my load smash over and over and get soft. Unable to resist the urge, I sat flat on my butt and let my load smash against my butt cheeks, loving how the stink got even more luscious all around me. I felt like such a bad boy, and wanting to add to that feeling, I called out for my mom.
“Mommy, I need you to come in here,” I whined, eager to show off my newly transformed pant load. Just as I wanted, she got up and came into the dining room, where the stink of my massive pant load was swirling around my head. She took a knowing whiff as I got up and turned around, presenting my bottom to her. Right away, she spotted the difference in my pant load, noting that it was no longer comprised of solid turds but only softened, smashed up poop. She pulled the waistband back and looked inside, then she said, “You've been enjoying this poop, haven't you, Kyle?”
“Uh huh,” I panted with a nod, then I pouted up at her and released a torrent of hot pee that soaked my pajama bottoms and pooled up around my bare feet.
“Are you all finished, baby?” she asked, and I nodded. “Are you ready for mama to change you?”
I nodded again, and with a warm smile, she picked me up and planted a kiss on my lips. As she carried me upstairs, the stink of my massive pant load danced around my head, giving me pure enjoyment as my mommy prepared to change my pooped in pants. When we got to my bathroom, I saw my still poop filled underwear from earlier sitting in the corner, prompting me to moan hotly while my mom gave me a knowing look. When she set me down, she sat on the edge of the tub and said, “Why don't you go sniff those while mama runs your bath, baby?”
With a shudder, I picked my poop filled briefs up and held them up to my nose while my mom started my bath. While I was still sniffing my dirty underwear, she worked to get my soaked pajama bottoms off of me, then she eased my undies down and I stepped out of them. She brought them up to my face, and with two pairs of poop filled underwear by my nose, my little body burned with passion while she used a washcloth to wipe the smeared poop from my bottom.
After my bath, she powdered my bottom, then she dressed me in a clean pair of undies and a set of Incredible Hulk pajamas. When I had my jammies on, she carried me downstairs and I got between my daddy's legs. I was so horny from my earlier poop play that I could hardly wait to wrap my lips around his cock. As soon as I had it in my mouth, I rolled my green pajama clad bottom around in the air, unable to control my desire to give head. For five luscious minutes, I moaned hotly around my daddy's cock until I was rewarded with a torrent of hot sperm to swallow.
After swallowing my daddy's evening load, I crawled into my mama's lap and latched onto her exposed nipple and nursed until I fell asleep. At two in the morning I woke up feeling incredibly horny to suck some more dick. I got up and sleepily made my way down the hall to my parents' room, where I crawled into bed with them and wrapped my lips around my dad's ten incher. I blew him with quiet but lusty moans as my mom, sensing my presence, reached out and rubbed my back tenderly. When I was presented with my daddy's hot load, I got up and she accompanied me to the bathroom. With a naughty smile, I stood in front of the toilet and peed down my legs, soaking my jammies and leaving a puddle on the floor. She cleaned the mess up by easing my wet pajama bottoms down and using a warm, wet wash cloth to wipe the pee from my legs and my wet crotch. She walked me to my room and powdered my bottom again, then she held out a pair of dry underwear for me to step into before tucking me back in with a kiss.
I was scratching my head sleepily, smiling up at my daddy as he stood over the rim chair and looked down into it. I saw him take his semi hard cock in his hand and aim it down at me, so I opened wide, eager to have a mouthful of hot pee. I was longing to raise my head up through the opening and wrap my lips around his cock, but being a good little toilet, I stayed where I was and opened wide.
“Are you ready, pumpkin?” he asked through a yawn, and I nodded my head right away. As soon as he let his stream go, I was in a state of delirium. I could feel my mouth fill up right away, and when I swallowed, his golden stream of love hit me in the face and coursed through my brown hair. When my first mouthful was down, I opened back up and was rewarded with another hot helping of my daddy's morning pee load.
When his flow stopped, I was treated to a few strong parting shots that went straight into the back of my mouth, then I watched with glee as he shook off over my smiling face. When there were no more shy drops of pee for me to enjoy, he took a seat on the chair. I found myself shaking in anticipation as soon as his sexy buns filled the empty space over my head, and with a moan of desire, I opened wide and watched as his hole parted.
With the sound of a loud, juicy fart, a pile of moist, thick turds pushed into my watering mouth.
“Mmm!” I moaned hotly as soon as I felt the first thick poop log hit the roof of my turd repository, and before I could even get the rest of my expression of joy out, I felt two more hot turds push in right behind the first one. With my men's room of a mouth packed tight, I chewed my stink laden mouthful with a hard grin plastered to my face.
“Is that good baby?” I heard my mom ask from the edge of the tub, where she was sitting down and watching me enjoy my moist, brown meal with a smile. I cast a euphoric expression her way as I chewed and nodded my answer, then I swallowed with a sigh as I felt my taste buds tingle.
“Are you ready for another mouthful, pumpkin?' my daddy asked, and I nodded my answer as I lanced out with my tongue, eager to pull a thick ribbon of his butt fudge into my watering mouth. After licking away a thick smear that I found along the lining of his crack, I opened wide and watched with glee as his poop-chute opened and another long, thick turd made its descent into my mouth with a loud, moist crackle. I used my tongue to smash through the hot butt brownie that my daddy had baked fresh for me, then I opened wide and showed it off to my mom with a naughty smile before I chewed and swallowed. When it was down, my daddy strained, sending one last luscious turd down for my dining pleasure, then he let me indulge in a deep ass licking of his poop smeared bottom.
While I was still worshiping my daddy's rear end, the doorbell rang and I felt a shiver run through me. My mom went downstairs to answer the door, and when she returned, Nathan was following close behind her. He was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a tee shirt. His hair was a mess and he looked sleepy, just like he had every morning that week as he stopped by to use my boys bathroom of a mouth. He leaned in and shared a long kiss with my daddy while he was still seated on the chair, then he trained his eyes on my daddy's man meat and licked his lips.
“After you feed the baby,” my dad promised him, and the teenager nodded his agreement.
Moments later, I was on the receiving end of a long, hot stream of Nathan's bladderful, then he sat down over my smiling face while I opened wide and grinned. With what seemed like no effort at all, Nathan unleashed a mound of hot, delicious turds that crammed tight into my 11 year old poop repository, then he waited while I chewed and swallowed with horny moans of satisfaction. He diligently fed me three more moist turds, then he let me lick his rump clean while I released my own bladderful all over myself.
When my mom helped me out from under the chair, she made me rinse with mouthwash first, then she helped me brush my teeth. When my teeth were brushed, she flossed them for me while I complained about the force she used, then she made me rinse one more time.
“Just think about how many boys are going to want to kiss you with fresh breath,” she told me with a smile, and I sighed dreamily. “Now go get in the shower with daddy and Nathan. Maybe you can get lucky twice.”
Armed with the prospect of two satisfying butt fuckings right in a row, I hurried to join my daddy and my 18 year old lover in the shower. Just as I hoped, I was quickly mounted by Nathan, who had just taken a load up the butt from my daddy and was ready to blow one of his own, and badly. So when he slid his meat into my upturned rear end, he didn't hesitate to hold onto my hips and feed me long, firm strokes of teen cock that had me moaning like a whore until he filled me with cum. When he pulled out, my daddy slid right in and hammered my boy cunt for over five minutes while Nathan kissed him. When he filled my horny bottom with sperm, I offered another ride to Nathan, but time was running short and he had to get ready for school.
As soon as I got to school, I hurried into the boys room with Mike and Matt, eager to suck some dick right away. With my pants around my ankles, I gave Matt a quick blow job that lasted all of two minutes, if that, before he presented his load to me. I quickly moved on to Mike, sucking him off for less than five minutes before he filled my mouth with his precious seed. When we finished in the stall, I went out in search of Jimmy. Much to my delight, I saw him come out of the locker room with Andy and Jeff, the twins who mounted us in his backyard the day before after feeding us from their cute rear ends. His smile gave away the fact that he had just gotten lucky, and by the way he was letting his bubble butt swing from side to side, I knew that he had his boy pussy serviced.
As soon as he spotted me, he sauntered over to me and we shared a deep kiss in the hallway while others walked past us and stared. I knew that we were out of the closet at school now, and I loved it. I secretly hoped that some of the boys who had fucked and fed us the day before would tell other boys, and that soon it would be all over school. When we broke our kiss, we held hands and walked to our lockers, letting our horny bottoms switch rather blatantly. After getting our books for first and second period out of our lockers, we spent the time we had left kissing and holding hands, earning us more stares and a few comments about us being gay. When the bell for first period rang, we shared another kiss and went our separate ways.
I was treated to an extra special treat that morning when, during first period home room, Principal Jackson came to the class and told the teacher that he needed to see me right away. His voice was stern as he summoned me out of my chair, earning quite a few “Ooh”'s from the other kids in class. I felt a shudder run through me that was interpreted as fear by the teacher and my classmates, so I played along by following Principal Jackson at a distance all the way to the office.
As soon as he closed the door, I crawled under the desk and fished his cock out of his pants with a naughty smile. I hastily wrapped my lips around it and got busy, horny to suck a hot load out of his balls that I could savor and swallow. While I was sucking him off, Principal Jackson simply logged back into his Laptop and worked. While I was moaning softly around his massive dick, he reached under the desk and placed his left hand on the back of my head, then he spoke to me.
“I think I'd like to squirt a load into your tight rear end, boy,” he said, and I whimpered with horny anticipation. “I want you to spend a few more minutes between my legs while I finish this report, then I'll take care of that itch you have.”
With that, he removed his hand from the back of my head and I went back to work, worshiping his dick with my grateful mouth while I fondled his big black balls with both hands. With his shaft lodged deep in my cum tube, it didn't take me long to achieve a long, shivering boygasm that only encouraged me to take an even deeper throat fuck than I was already being treated to. Without thinking twice about it, I swallowed the remaining length of Principal Jackson's hot shaft, then I rolled my denim covered rear end around under his desk as I felt it punish my clit. As I appreciated his length and his girth, I considered how wonderful it was going to feel when he slid it up my ass and my pussy started to juice hard. Just when I thought I would cum a second time with his dick lodged in my cum tube, I felt his hands grab the sides of my head roughly and he pulled me off.
In a flash, I was out from under his desk, bending over with my pants around my ankles. I looked over my shoulder and bit my lip hungrily, wanting him to know how hot I was for it. He shushed me by placing his forefinger to his lips with a knowing smile, and I nodded my understanding as he grabbed my hips and pushed past my anal ring. I felt a warmth spread through my shivering little body as I accepted his full 12 inches straight up the poop-chute, listening as his cock slid in with a moist sucking sound. When he started to thrust, it took everything I had not to howl like a bitch in heat. Instead, I bit down on my lower lip and concentrated on my breathing in an attempt to maintain control as my pleasure built to a fever pitch. By the third thrust, I was in the throes of a powerful anal orgasm and my vision started to get blurry. There were stars dancing around my head, and I could see them out of the corners of my eyes as sharp tremors ran down my shaky legs. I was so caught up in my boygasm that I barely noticed that Mr. Jackson's cock swelled to its maximum girth until he fired his load, filling my climaxing boy cunt with a hot torrent of man sperm that gave me sweet chills as it gushed in.
When he pulled out, I spun around and got to work, sucking his hot dick clean with lust filled purrs while he ran his thick fingers through my brown hair. I smiled up at him in appreciation as I indulged in a glorious afterglow of cleaning away all the cum I could find on his shaft, balls and in his pubes. I even let my tongue travel down to his delicious smelling taint, servicing it with my eager tongue while I dreamt about sitting under the rim seat while Mr. Jackson made a large brown deposit in my toilet mouth.
When he finally pulled me off of his dick, I made a show of expelling his cum load and slurping it all up, then he sat back down in his chair and said, “The period's halfway over, Kyle. You may as well stay here with me until second period.”
With that, I scrambled to get back under the desk and watched with horny anticipation as his beautiful dick dangled between his legs. I instantly guided it back to my lips and spent the rest of first period making sweet love to it with my throat. With five minutes left until the bell rang, he grabbed the sides of my head and treated me to a rough throat fuck that sent me into orbit two more times before he finally fired his load down my gullet. I gave his dick a grateful kiss, then I got dressed and waited for the bell.
As soon as it rang, I made a beeline to the boys room and met Mike in the handicap stall, eager to give some more head. With my pants down, I sat on the toilet and sucked him off as quickly as I could, then we shared a kiss and got dressed. After second period, Jimmy and I rendezvoused in the same stall, and I spent a luscious two minutes sucking him off with lust filled moans. When the knock at the stall door came, Jimmy opened it and Matt came in with Simon and Mike. Jimmy and I both got busy, sucking our lovers off for the remainder of our break period, then we made plans to meet up at lunch for a midday feeding. Between third and forth period, I took Jack into the stall for a quick blow job, then it was off to class.
At lunch, Mike, Simon and Matt were joined by Cameron, my eighth grade Adonis from the day before. He was so nervous that I wanted him to go first, and with a hasty flurry, he squatted over my watering mouth in the locker room and pinched off a hot, thick loaf that gave me chills of delight as I chewed it up and swallowed. While Cameron was dropping a turd into my mouth, Jimmy was having his turd repository used by Matt, who had posted up over his smiling face and crammed his mouth full of savory turds. While Jimmy was chewing his brown meal up, Cameron let me lick his ass clean, then he hiked his pants and made a beeline for the door.
As soon as Cameron was gone, Mike squatted over my turd receptacle and laid a long, thick turd that filled it to the brim. With my mouth brimming with hot poop, I showed off my stinky meal to the others, then I made pass after pass through it with my tongue before swallowing. I opened wide, eager for Mike to lay a few more turds in my poop receptacle, and was treated to a spicy quartet of hot turds that triggered a powerful boygasm as I negotiated my stink laden mouthful with my tongue. While I was enjoying the last of Mike's poop load, Simon pinched a brown loaf off over Jimmy's grinning face, then he walked up and squatted over me. I swallowed with a satisfied sigh, then I opened wide and watched with a grin as Simon's rear end opened up and he released a long, solid turd that fell to a safe landing in my watering mouth. I chewed his delicious offering with hot moans, then I got to work licking his rump clean while Jimmy did the same for Mike.
As usual, Mike pumped a hot load up my ass, then he joined the others in the shower while I fingered my juicing boy pussy and savored the taste of poop in my mouth. When they were gone, Principal Jackson came in and caught me with my legs in the air and two fingers in my ass. There was smeared poop all over my face and even on my chest and in my hair, and he was disgusted to catch me there again. So with a stern shout, he ordered me to take a shower and come straight to his office for my punishment.
As it turns out, Mr. Jackson decided that I had been extra naughty that afternoon by seeing Cameron in the locker room, and he told me that I would have to bend over and take my punishment like a good little pussy boy. So with a naughty pout, I dropped my pants and underwear, then I bent over his desk and let Mr. Jackson administer my punishment for the remainder of the lunch period. When he was through punishing the clit in my boy pussy with his massive prick, he put me in time out under his desk, where I was forced to stay between his legs and suck on a mouthful of hard cock until the bell for 6th period rang.
After 6th period, I found myself back in the handicap stall with Jack, sucking lustily on his dick while my little boner stood straight up. From there, we went our separate ways with the promise of seeing each other on Friday. I made my way to 7th period and sat down at my desk, ready for the day to end so that I could meet a group of feeders at my house. While I was dreaming about becoming a boys bathroom for the afternoon, Principal Jackson popped his head in the door and motioned for the teacher to come outside. We watched them interact through the doorway, then they both came back inside and summoned me to join Principal Jackson in front of the class.
“Kyle, I need to see you in my office right now, young man,” he said, his voice booming with a disciplinary tone that shocked the other kids in my class. “Go grab your backpack because you won't be coming back to this classroom until tomorrow.”
“Yes sir,” I said with a small voice, knowing that I was about to be punished again. I gathered my things, wondering what my punishment would be and if it would last all period long. I dutifully followed Mr. Jackson down the hall to the office and was surprised to find it empty, save for he and I. We walked into his office and he turned to address me.
“I saw you take that boy into the stall between classes, Kyle,” he snapped. “You've been very naughty today, son. You're going to have to be punished again. I need you to drop your pants and bend over that desk right now!”
“Yes sir, Mr. Jackson,” I said in a remorseful voice, then I hastily dropped my pants and underwear, leaving them bunched around my ankles as I bent over and accepted a long punishment from Principal Jackson. This time, my punishment lasted over 20 minutes, and once again, the clit in my boy cunt bore the brunt of Mr. Jackson's wrath. He showed no mercy as he punished my clit with deep thrusts of hard, thick cock that tore along the hot lining of my naughty boy pussy, making me moan out loud as he wore it out. When he pulled out and shot all over my bare bottom, I stayed where I was with my rear end sticking straight up, my body still reeling from over 20 minutes of deep punishment.
Outraged by my insolence, Mr. Jackson used his long, thick rod to punish me again. My boy pussy was under assault for 15 more minutes as he punished my clit with powerful thrusts that drove in deep. By the end of my second punishment, my legs were shaky and my boy pussy was clamping down hard. Mr. Jackson told me to get back into time out under his desk and stay there for the rest of 7th period. Accepting my punishment, I wrapped my pouty lips around his sticky cock and took it all the way to the back of the throat with naughty moans. As a final disciplinary measure, he told me to open wide, then he filled my mouth with his thick spunk and I was forced to swallow it all with a satisfied sigh.
“I hope you've learned your lesson, Kyle,” Mr. Jackson told me as I got up and hiked my pants and underwear. “When you take boys into the toilet and give them head, there are consequences. If I catch you sucking dicks in the bathroom tomorrow morning before first period, I'm going to give you in-school suspension and you'll spend the whole day in my office. Do you understand what I'm saying?”
“Yes sir,” I said in a small voice. “But what if you catch me sucking boys off every morning before first period, Mr. Jackson? Will I have to spend everyday in here being punished?”
He sat back and nodded with a gratified smile, then he said, “If I catch you in there sucking dicks every morning, you'll be in for a week's worth of in-school suspension. Do you think you'd like that?”
I bit my lip and nodded my answer as a long shudder ran through me, then I said, “I'll be sucking boys off in the bathroom as soon as I get here tomorrow.”
“You're a very naughty boy, Kyle,” Mr. Jackson observed with a smile, and with a soft moan, I nodded in agreement as I made plans to spend an entire day in his office.
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