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"Could you do something for me so that we can have some fun?" Bobby asked.
"Sure, baby, what?" I asked.
"Could you eat and drink a lot on Friday, and I'll be over here early Saturday?"
"Umm, okay," I said. "What've you got in mind?"
"It's a surprise, just don't go to the bathroom at all, okay?" My cock stirred at his request.
"Okay," I said, as Bobby grinned broadly.
The few days until the weekend passed slowly.
Bobby Olsen is my 12 years old paper boy, cute as hell, with dark blonde hair, hanging in his young boy face, even white teeth and a beautiful smile, sparkling blue eyes, a snub nose, freckles, about 95 pounds and 4' 10". Oh, and a cute little 4" cock that I love. Especially when it's coated with his or my creamy brown, smelly and sticky shit. Or both.
Me, I'm Tracy Smith, well to do, 35, with dark hair, good looking in a masculine, rough-edged way, blue eyes, 180 pounds, 6' 1", a thick 8" cock, and moderately hairy. I love to feel a stream of Bobby's piss coursing down my body, running over my cheek, over my lips, down my neck, over my nipples, pooling in my navel and dividing at my crotch, splitting into two streams, one on either side of my hairy ball sack. Or the plopping of Bobby's loose crap on my stomach, or right onto my cock, or, most wonderfully, into my open and waiting mouth as I eagerly await his gift to me.
On Friday, I tried to eat a lot of fiber and drink fluids, until I was quite uncomfortable. I was nearly hopping on one leg when Bobby came over about 10 in the morning on Saturday, looking every bit as beautiful and desirable as he had before. More so, even. His little boner was tenting out his shorts, and I caressed his hardness with my palm.
He leaned into me, and kissed me passionately, his small tongue seeking out mine, and playing gently with it. I returned the favor, my arms going tightly around his small body. "Careful, don't squeeze too hard, I'll poop my pants!" He said.
"Me too," I said. "I'm about ready to pop!"
"Poop, would be better," Bobby giggled.
"So, sweetheart, what did you have in mind?" I asked.
"Well, first, this won't work if we both have stiffies, so we have to cum first," Bobby said, as he began stripping his clothes off. First, his tee shirt, followed by his shorts, and his sneakers, leaving only his white athletic socks. He looked SO cute! His boner was bright pink, his swollen cock head bright red, his little wrinkled hairless ball sack a dark brown. I followed, dropping my jeans to the floor, took off my polo shirt, then my underpants, revealing my stiff cut 8 incher, echoed by Bobby's equally stiff 4 incher.
We stood facing each other, each with a hand on the other's hard on, slowly stroking, jacking each other off. Bobby's soft hand felt so enticing and exciting as he stroked up and down my cock, his thumb passing over my wet red piss slit on the upstroke, then his index finger pressing against my balls on the downstroke. "Ooh, Bobby, I wanna cum in your hand," I said.
"Uh uh," Bobby replied gutturally, as he bent down to take just the head of my thick cock in his small mouth. "Okay," he muttered around the piece of flesh now filling his mouth, "Now you can cum." His stroking picked up speed, and I could feel myself approaching the point of no return. His other hand was gently squeezing my hairy ball sack.
"Uhhh, I'm cumming, Bobby! I'm shooting! Can you taste my hot cum in your slut mouth, baby? UHH!! FUCK, YEAH!! Your mouth is SO warm around my cock, and your hand feels like silk on my prick!! YEAH!!" I shot several thick spurts of my creamy jizz into his waiting mouth, as he eagerly gobbled it down.
Bobby finished sucking, and cleaning my dick with his lips and tongue, then stood up, his small cut, hard dick waving at me. "Now, do me," Bobby said, pushing out with his hips. I eagerly got onto my knees and sucked in the whole of his 4", swirling around his red dick head and piss slit with my willing tongue, tasting his pre cum, and hoping for more. I didn't have to stroke his rod with my hand, because it fit so well into my mouth, so I used my hands on his wrinkled, hairless nut sack, alternately pulling each ball until I could feel him jerk with the pain. Quickly, Bobby came, shooting two small loads of his creamy boy cum onto my tongue, even before I got to slip my finger inside his tight ass hole.
I finished licking stray cum out of the folds of Bobby's softening dick, then stood up and embraced him. "That was nice, baby," I said.
"Okay, now for the real fun," Bobby said. "Do you have some big bowls?" He asked.
"Sure," I said. We walked to the kitchen, and picked out two oversized soup bowls.
"These are pretty," Bobby said. "And big enough, I think." We then walked into the large master bathroom, and Bobby said, "Okay, let's do it here." He asked me to squat down, then slid the bowl under my ass. He knelt very close to me, facing me, and did the same, squatting down inches away from me, positioned directly over his own bowl.
"Okay, I want you to poop in your bowl, and piss in mine," Bobby said. "Do you think you can reach it?" I nodded. "And I'm gonna do the same here," he said. We held on to each other to keep from falling over, then concentrated on going to the bathroom. Of course, it's easy when you're by yourself, and sitting by yourself. But when you're simply squatting, without the conditioned response of a toilet seat under your butt, plus when you've got someone you care about watching you, it's a little more difficult. But the large amount of food we'd both eaten, combined with the large amount of fluid and having held it in for so long, easily forced the issue.
The sounds coming out of our butts made us both giggle, as did the occasional jets of hot, foul smelling farts that shot out. I could already feel the orgasmic sensation of a giant, fat turd forcing my asshole open from the inside, as though I were being fucked in the ass by a giant dick, only in reverse, with the advantage that this dick smelled wonderful, and would taste even better in my, or Bobby's mouth. Continuous, long, thick turds oozed out of both our asses, and I found myself fascinated watching Bobby grow a tail, then lose it, then grow a new, longer tail, over and over (and over) again. Bobby, too, had a glazed look in his eyes as he stared between my legs, no doubt looking at the same sort of thing.
"Bobby, I've got to piss, really bad." I said.
"Yeah, me too," he said. "Piss in my bowl."
"Ha, I'll try. Hope I don't piss all over your leg," I said. I let my jet of golden piss shoot out, and it did hit Bobby in his thigh, but then I got it aimed into the mess of shit he was depositing into the soup bowl. The sweet agony of a long delayed piss starting was stimulating, forcing my turds out even faster.
"Yeah, just like that," he said. "And I'll piss in yours." As he said this, I saw a small trickle of yellow piss dribble out of his cute piss slit, then rise into a fountain that splattered slightly onto my feet, but pretty much made it into my bowl, wetting the pile of shit I had produced, and was still producing. We sat like that for a good 5 minutes, shitting pounds and pounds of fragrant feces into our respective bowls, and in addition pissing gallons of acrid yellow urine into each other's bowl of shit.
Finally, though, my bowels were emptied, followed by my jet of piss declining into a dribble that ran down the side of my cock, and over my balls, back to my filthy ass hole. "Bobby, I'm done," I said.
"Yeah, me too daddy. My bowl is just full of my stinky shit, and your hot piss." We both sat on the floor and looked at the two bowls in front of us, our thighs pressed together. My bowl was filled to the brim with long, thick dark brown turds, swimming in a light yellow pool of Bobby's piss. I bent down to smell it. "Mmmm," I said.
Bobby's bowl was also nearly full, with smaller turds, lighter in color than mine, but a much larger pool of my dark golden piss surrounding the shit island. Bobby then said, "Okay, let's eat."
I knew, somewhere back in my unconscious mind, that that was Bobby's plan all along, so I wasn't really shocked. Instead, I got up, got two big soup spoons, and came back to the bathroom, with my back to the vanity, on the floor. Bobby handed me the bowl of his shit, and I smelled it. It was spicy, and wonderfully sexy, with a strong underlying aroma of young boy, so I knew that I'd love it, no matter how bad it might taste. To my great pleasure and delight, it tasted delicious, nutty and spicy and masculine, all at the same time. I ate voraciously.
Bobby picked up the bowl with my shit in it, snuggled his naked body onto my lap, and began eating, occasionally eating slimy chunks of shit, then sipping spoonsful of my golden piss. I ate too, digging into his still hot shit, startled by how much I liked the taste of Bobby's boy crap. We both sat there for quite a while, both our dicks as hard as could be, mine slipping between Bobby's hot young boy cheeks, his waving with every movement of his body.
Occasionally, one of us would offer the other a spoonful of shit from our bowl, then kiss lovingly afterwards, sharing the taste of our combined poop and piss. I never tasted anything so intoxicating as Bobby's shit, especially while it was still hot and creamy. Bobby's lips, coated with my own creamy and slimy shit, looked as though he'd dove head first into a bowl of chocolate ice cream.
Once in a while we'd each pick out a long turd from our bowl, suck half of it into our own mouth, then offer the other half, still sticking lewdly out of our mouths, to the other, who would lean forward, sucking the other half of the slimy brown turd, our lips meeting in a kiss as our mouths filled with crap. We had more fun that morning, eating each other's fragrant crap, kissing, and enjoying the feel of each other's naked body. But finally, we could eat no more.
We set our bowls down, then Bobby said, "Let's play with each other's ass, okay?"
"Sure," I said. "You do me first." I lay down on my stomach on the floor, and Bobby straddled my naked ass with his naked body. I could feel his dick and balls dragging over me as he moved. His small hands separated my hairy ass cheeks eagerly, and I could feel his index finger poking lightly around my hole. He slid one finger inside me, and I could feel his finger scraping shit off the outside of my hole, then a pause as he popped it into his mouth, sucking and licking my poop off his finger.
I felt his breath on my ass, then his warm tongue licking all round my hole, as he scrubbed my ass hole clean with his wonderful little pink (well, brown, now) tongue. He swabbed deep into my ass, and up and down my hairy ass crack, until he finally pronounced my ass hole "clean." I excited turned over, my dick hard again. "Now it's my turn," I said. "I want to lick your dirty ass hole, Bobby," I exclaimed. He giggled, then lay down on his tummy next to me.
I separated his cute, little round bottom cheeks, his dirty brown hole exposed to my sight - Bobby's cute little boy cunt, pulsing and pouting, awaiting what this man might desire to do to it, offering Bobby's virginity to me, begging for unknown pleasures. He wiggled his butt, desperate to have me take him, completely. I attacked his hole with my lips, and nose, and tongue, kissing and smelling and licking his fabulous pussy, absorbing more of his essence, quite out of my mind with lust for Bobby.
I thought that his ass and my mouth were cojoined for nearly an eternity, until I looked down to see a nearly unblemished pale white, young boy ass, soft but firm and round, resting contentedly in front of me, the only blemish a light streak of pale brown shit smear across one perfect butt cheek, that I had missed licking, to my eternal regret. Just as I aimed my mouth at the streak of poop, Bobby leapt to his feet and ran from the room."Come see, come see," he said, over his shoulder.
Curious, I followed him, more slowly. Entering the bedroom, I found Bobby in the middle of my bed, his face flat against the bed, his hands to either side, bracing himself. His knees were pulled under him, his delightfully beautiful and erotic 12 year old ass pointed directly at my slowly approaching erection, his cunt pouting as he rhythmically opened and closed it, teasing me. "Fuck me, Tracy, please," he begged, from the safety of the mattress, his eyes closed as he offered himself to me. His little dick was hard, and hanging down between his slim legs.
I wanted Bobby so badly then, I swear I feared my cock would fall off with the severity of my lust. Perhaps an exaggeration, but I had never lusted for anyone as much as I now lusted for Bobby's hot young body. I wanted to fuck his tight ass hole so deeply, and so hard that he and I would inhabit the same body.
We had never fucked, as a matter of fact, this was only our second time together as lovers, but there was no thought of tenderness, nor was that what Bobby wanted. He wanted to be taken by his man, and his man wanted to fuck him as memorably as possible. I grabbed Bobby's slim hips, and notched the plump head of my circumcised 8" cock into Bobby's wet hole. Like a little girl sucking on her first lollipop, Bobby's ass lips fitted themselves around my dick head, and I gave it a slight push, to force it inside, just the head.
Bobby gave a slight gasp at the forced entry into his nether realm, but didn't try to avoid being speared. I gave him a few seconds to adjust to my thick shaft, then slowly long dicked him until my curly pubic hair was pressed hard into the rift between his smooth ass cheeks. Bobby sighed with pleasure, and slightly wiggled his butt, then pushed back against me. His meaning was clear, he wanted to be fucked, and hard.
I slowly pulled my dick out of his velvety channel, inch by inch, leaving the warmth of Bobby's 12 year old rectum behind, and Bobby growled his displeasure. Just before the head of my fat pink cock hit Bobby's grasping sphincter, I reversed direction, and pressed forward, slamming my shit-greased cock much faster and much deeper into Bobby's expanding hole, my hips hitting and compressing Bobby's round ass cheeks as I plowed him hard, digging his face deep into the mattress. Bobby yelped and grunted, his lips forming the words, his lungs squeezing out the air to give them shape. "God, FUCK my hot little ass, Tracy!! Dick me! Give me all your cum, PLEASE, daddy!!" His words ended on a nearly desperate sigh.
I fucked Bobby's tight, hot little ass harder than I had ever fucked anyone's ass or pussy before. I slammed him, again and again into the mattress, until I was afraid I might break his neck with my passion. My balls slapping into his thighs, we rutted together, mating again and again, me impregnating his luscious, tight boy cunt again and again with fat spurts of my thick man seed. I wanted to see my pearly white jizz dripping from his puckered little hole, I wanted to squirt cum so far inside his tight body that it would come out of his mouth, I wanted to fill his entire body with man dick. I wanted to possess Bobby body and soul.
None of those things happened exactly that way, they never do, you all know that. But Bobby and I joined together even more intimately and lovingly than I could have ever imagined, perhaps more even than Bobby thought possible. After my inevitable cumming inside of his anus, we slumped together on my bed, closely entwined, our bodies touching at nearly every point possible, my warm hand caressing Bobby's erect cocklet, his pre-cum leaking into my palm, then, quickly, spurting his precious fluid into my hand, leaking between my fingers and onto the soft skin of Bobby's young ball sack.
We both dropped off to dream of each other, and eternal love.
Later, after we cleaned up, and between passionate farewell kisses, Bobby promised me another surprise when he would come over the next Saturday....
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