Scotty and Mike

Scotty and Mike Ð 3

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It was late September, and school had already started for Scotty. He did well enough in school, I gathered, but like all kids he never really wanted to go back in the fall. So, Bailey, his stepdad, promised him a trip to a water park about an hour's drive up the interstate, and they included me. He told me to come over to their house on the day they were going, and we'd all leave from there. And the day of, Bailey called and invited me over early for a cup of coffee.

Now, I thought it was odd, since Bailey and I had never socialized outside of family gatherings, but I went. I was curious. And I couldn't say no to some alone time with Bailey. He had been a lifeguard at Bondi Beach in Australia, but that was years before and I guess he hadn't quite kept up with his lifeguard workouts. But he was still a handsome enough guy and was on his way to becoming a red hot, all-American DILF. And I mean "red" as in ginger. Gorgeous head of red hair, usually tousled, the curls hanging over his forehead and tendrils of it down the back of his neck. Green eyes that looked a little sad sometimes, or as if they held a secret. Great smile. Dimple in the chin. And freckles! Dusted over his nose and cheeks and, as I would later discover, on his shoulders and back. He worked a desk job, but when he was home he was strictly in jeans or shorts, a T-shirt or a hoodie, scruffy red stubble on his chin. A pretty youthful look, if you ask me, for someone pushing 40, but somehow he made it work. And that Australian accent was just the cherry on the gingerbread.

I got to the house around 9:30 that morning. Bailey and I sat on the deck in back, drinking the coffee he'd made. Eileen was still asleep, as was Scotty, but Bailey said he wanted to hit the road no later than 10:00 am, and he'd go upstairs and wake the scamp up if need be. Meanwhile, we sat there, sipping coffee. Awkward pauses between bits of awkward conversation, though it was always a pleasure to listen to him speaking with that Aussie accent. Finally, Bailey said "Scott was the one who asked if you could come along. He really likes you, y'know."

I smiled "Really? Nice. He's quite a kid."

Bailey stared out over the yard, took a sip of coffee and said, "Yeah, he certainly is, isn't he?"

Another awkward pause which I filled with "I like him, too."

"Yeh, mate, I know you do," Bailey said. I looked over at him to find him looking directly at me with a sly smile on his face. "I know you do." Then he winked and I knew the jig was, once again, up.

"Has he told youÑ?" I began.

"Yeh, little ankle biter couldn't help himself. Once I found out about him. Faced him with the evidence, so to say."

"What evidence? What d'you mean?"

"A while back I found something under his pillow I found... interesting. If you know what I mean."

"How would I know what you mean?"

"Good point." Bailey shifted in his chair to turn more toward me. "A couple plastic baggies, y'know, the ones that zip? Guess what was in em." He didn't wait for my guess. "Underwear," he said. "Specifically, a pair of my dirty Calvins, and a pair of Fruit of the Loom Y-fronts. Belonging, I found out, to his mate Eric. Full of piss stains, cum crust, and the seat all brown and streaky. Like mine, pretty much. I guess little Scott thought he could keep the smell going if he sealed em up."

I think my lack of response Ð or stunned silence Ñ prompted him to go on.

It was on a Saturday morning and Scotty was off at soccer practice, and Eileen had asked Bailey to help with some chores. She delegated him to change Scotty's bed and clean the bathtub, or some such. So, he went into the boy's room with clean sheets, and as he began to strip the bed, the aforementioned Ziploc bags slid onto the floor. At first Bailey was puzzled, then thought maybe Scott had been embarrassed about the stains... until he realized these weren't Scotty's little boy underpants. One he recognized as his own, the dirty Calvins. The other he wasn't sure of. He, Bailey, certainly didn't wear Fruit of the Looms. It puzzled him at first, then he was intrigued, and finally he was beginning to feel a bit turned on.

"I always thought the little bugger was cute as fuck," Bailey told me. "I mean I always had good luck with the ladies. But a couple years ago I got in touch with my queer-- my perv side. Never did anything about it, mind. It was all up here." He tapped his forehead. "But then I started wondering: is this boy a dirty little queer boy? Like his stepdad?" Bailey flashed a wicked grin which verged on dazzling. "So, now I'm curious, right? Decided to get my hands on a pair of the kid's little Star Wars underpants, just to see what was so... hot about dirty skivvies, if you get my meaning."

I said I got his meaning.

"Well, the boy doesn't wipe up too well after a shit, y'know? Leaks piss all over. Started huffing `em, but it was only a matter of time before I was licking the stains, suckin' on them... I could only imagine what it tasted like between those smooth, plump little cheeks..."

Bailey's talk was having its effect on me and I had to adjust my junk once or twice, squirming around in my Adirondack chair. Finally, he suggested we take a stroll to the back of the yard where the tool shed was, so Eileen wouldn't be able to hear any of what he was going to tell me. And what a story!

The afternoon of the fateful bed changing, Eileen ran out to the market, leaving Bailey home alone to wait for Scotty. He stashed the two Ziplocs in the cushions of the sofa where he sat watching a ball game. A while later Scotty came home, and once he had dumped his gym bag at the foot of the stairs, Bailey called him into the living room for a little talk.

Scotty didn't know what was going on, since it was usually his mother who had something to scold him about. Bailey told Scott to sit on the sofa next to him. Once the boy was settled, Bailey reached between the cushions and produced the two plastic bags. "What are you doing with these, Scott?" Scotty's face went scarlet in a matter of seconds. He stammered a bit but couldn't get out anything coherent.

"Whose are they?" Bailey asked. "I think one of them's mine, right mate? What d'you want with my dirty briefs?" Again, Scotty was at a loss for words, so his stepfather came to the rescue. He scooted closer to Scotty on the sofa and leaned in, his face close to the boy's ear. "You like the way they smell, right?" Bailey whispered. "You like smellin' them and playin' with yourself down there...You've even had a taste, am I right?"

For a second it looked as if Scotty was going to cry, but Bailey was right there with an arm around the boy's shoulder. "It's all right, mate," he said. "Turns out I like smelling stuff, too. I do. I've had a sniff of your little briefs. More than once."

Scotty looked up. "You did?" He found himself looking right into Bailey's eyes which suddenly seemed so friendly, kind, understanding. Bailey nodded.

"You smell all right, Scott!"

"I do?"

"Sure, you do! Sweaty, dirty. I could smell your pee and all, your poop stains, everything."

"Yeah," Scotty said, looking down at the floor. "I liked to smell you, too. I don't know why."

"Me, neither. But what the hell, eh?" Bailey held up the other Ziploc bag with the Fruit of the Looms in it. "And who might these belong to?" he asked.

"My friend Eric."

"Is Eric in your class?"

"No, he's like in high school. I think he's a sophomore."

"Does Eric know you have his stinky underwear?"

Scotty blushed again but smiled a little with it. "Yeah. He gave `em to me."

"Oho! He did!"

"Yeah, `cause we, like, play around sometimes."

"Play around? What do you do when you play around?" Bailey found himself becoming aroused, his heart thumping as little Scotty confessed to his deep, dark secrets and began going into some detail as to what "playing around" with Eric meant. After a few minutes, Bailey stopped Scotty talking and suggested they should go down to to Bailey's "man cave" Ð a corner in the back of the basement where there was an old sofa, a TV and a cube refrigerator, along with an Australian travel poster featuring Sydney harbor taped to the cinder block wall.

Once there, seated on the sofa, Scotty continued describing his few encounters with Eric, leaving precious little to Bailey's imagination: his naked little stepson putting on shit shows for some horny teen pervert, showing off his smooth, hairless little rump, streaked with boy shit; gulping down Eric's hot piss directly from the hose, then sucking on it till it got hard as steel, pumping a load of teen jock cum down the little trouper's throat. Almost without thinking about it, Bailey was massaging his thickening cock beneath his khaki shorts and Scotty noticed.

"Are you getting all hard, Bailey?" he asked.

"Yeah, I am, mate. Your stories are gettin' me all worked up." He stood up and unbuckled his belt, rubbing his crotch where the outline of his stiffening dick was clear. He had gone commando that day and it was plain to see, along with the little wet stain that accompanied his erections. "See what you did, Scott?" Bailey asked, smiling.

Scotty smiled and nodded, then said, "Hey, Bailey. When you sniff my underwear what smell do you like the best?"

"I like `em all, mate."

"No, c'mon, you've gotta pick one," Scotty said, mock-petulant.

Bailey made a great show of thinking it over, then leaned down to the boy and, in a low voice, said "Your poop stains, little man. I get off smelling your skids, thinkin' about where they came from, your sweet ass. Nasty fuckin' boy hole... You keep your little shitter dirty for your friend Eric?"

"Yeah, he really likes it that way."

"What about you, Scott? Where's your favorite part of my underwear?"

"I like the seat. Where your butt was. All sweaty and stuff," Scotty said.

"Yeah, thought so." Bailey unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop to the floor, and Scott was treated to the sight of Bailey's crotch, with its patch of ginger pubes, snaking up his belly in a bright treasure trail. His dick, as I was to learn eventually, was thicker than most, with a blunt, circumcised head sporting a wide piss slit that was already leaking, the precum oozing slowly out and down to the floor. He kicked the shorts off along with his deck shoes and got down on the floor in front of the TV, where there was a big sisal rug spread out. Then he was on his back. "Well, then, you're in for a treat, mate." With that he raised his thighs and reached around to grip his pale, meaty butt cheeks and spread them wide. "Take a look, Scott. There's what you want, right?"

Scotty only nodded.

"Then get down there and clean my hole. Get your mouth on Daddy's crap hole!"

Scotty wasted no time in getting down on the floor, facing the meaty globes of his stepdad's sweaty ass. "Go on, Scott, get your clothes off and kiss my shitter." Not a minute later Scotty was completely naked, on his knees, staring at Bailey's anus. "Sniff it first, Scott. Go on, smell!" The big man flexed the hole a few times, then felt the boy's nose on it, sniffing like mad. It smelled just like Bailey's underwear, Scotty thought, only a million times better. He stuck out his tongue and poked at the hole, then began licking, up and down and all around. The big ginger's ass crack was tinged a light brown and Scotty got to it, licking and cleaning, then going back to Bailey's pulsing asshole. He poked at it again, trying to get inside it. Bailey, sensing what the kid wanted, pushed down, so the 10-year-old's sweet lips were suddenly wrapped around the man's protruding shit lips, his tongue sliding easily inside.

Bailey grunted and sighed, barely able to touch his dripping dick for fear of it going off too soon. He wanted this to last.

Suddenly there was an involuntary blast of Bailey's butt gas, right down Scotty's throat. He choked a little but managed a groan of ecstasy at the same time and took advantage of the hole being wide open to stuff his little pink tongue farther up inside. Bailey was in hog heaven, knowing who it was who was down there digging in his crapper: Scotty, angelic, nasty Scotty. Ten years old and eating ass like a pro. And probably encountering something soft and warm up in there somewhere, jabbing at it with the tip of his tongue.

Indeed, the boy did taste some of his stepdad's shit, and was licking all over as much of it as he could reach. The little pig put his hands on Bailey's butt and pulled it open, pressing his face farther in, his tongue digging like fury. Sensing that the boy was going a little crazy, Bailey reached around and, with both hands, managed to shove Scotty's face as far as it would go into his ass crack. Another fart from Bailey's guts made it into Scotty's mouth.

"Ah, yeah!" Bailey sighed. "You like my farts, little mate? Like tasting what's up inside my nasty shitter?"

Scotty managed to mumble a barely intelligible "Yes, sir!" He poked the turd he'd been teasing one more time, then pulled his tongue out and gave Bailey's asshole a sloppy kiss. The big Aussie lowered his legs and lay on his back, his stiff, hooded dick pulsing and leaking.

"You want to taste my ass, too, Bailey?" Scotty asked, his eyes suddenly very serious.

"I dunno," Bailey teased.

"Yeah, you do!" Scotty laughed. "You know you do! You wanna smell my boy hole and kiss it and stick your tongue up it. My stinky hole."

"Fuck yeah, kid," Bailey rasped.

"And you know what else? I'm gonna pee on you, too, and you could even drink some. You want boy pee, Bailey?" The man could only nod and a moment later Scott was lowering his pale, peachy butt right down on Bailey's face, the dark pink slit of his tiny asshole touching Bailey's lips. He moaned up into the kid's butt.

"Awww, it feels really good!" the little boy cried. "Keep eating my hole, Daddy, keep eating my dirty asshole! Make out with it!" Bailey loved it when Scott called him Daddy, and he obeyed, French kissing and sucking on the perfect little hole.

"Boy hole's the best, huh, Bailey? Yeah, `cause it's all smooth and all, and the smell's better than a grown-up's." Feeling Bailey attempting to tongue fuck him, Scotty pulled his cheeks apart and rubbed his ass all over the man's mouth. "Oh, yeah!" he went on. "Like there's this kid in Eric's brother's class. He's younger than me, he's like seven, I think. And one Saturday I was over there waiting for Eric to come home from practice and him and Eric's little brother were playing around, getting all sweaty and all, and so I asked if they wanted to feel something nice? Eric's brother said no, but his friend, Max, said sure! So, I got him to take down his pants and underwear and get on his hands and knees and show me his cute butt. And so then I got behind him and started eating him out and licking his little kiddie hole and it was soooo good! So smooth and he didn't wipe too good so it was all stinky and the smell was fresh! I licked all over that seven-year-old ass crack like a maniac! And he really liked it too. His little pee-pee was stiff as a nail. I really got little Max really going!"

"Mmfff! Mmmffffuck!" Bailey gasped, pushing up on Scotty's butt cheeks to indicate he wanted the boy off his face. He had never had a hands-free orgasm but felt one might be imminent.

"So, you want me to pee on you, Daddy?"

"No, mate, sorry," Bailey said, standing up. "No time. Your mum's likely to be back pretty soon. But you can help me take care of this." He grabbed his dick and shook it. Scotty reached over and grasped it in his right hand, just getting his fingers around it. The thick thread of precum that was oozing out flew into the air, landing on Scotty's chin. He began stroking it, forcing out more of the man's copious precum, then he bent down and began lapping it up, trying to get his tongue into the big, wide piss slit, sucking on only the head as he stroked up and down, faster and faster. After a couple of minutes of this, Bailey thrust his hips forward and sent the shaft of his cock down Scotty's throat for an instant, which was long enough for Scotty to retch then gag, producing some good thick spit, which he used as lube on the big cock in his little fist. Then his lips were back up on the head. He started scrubbing the underside of it with his tongue. He stroked Bailey's big, leaking dick.

Bailey thought about Scotty eating out another little boy's dirty ass. He wanted them both to piss on him. He'd gulp their piss then eat their little shit?

"Fuck yeah, Scotty, keep goin', keep it up! Fuck, I'm gonna cum! Fuck! Fuck! Aaaaggh!" He unloaded in Scotty's mouth, shot after ropy shot of thick, warm Aussie protein hitting the back of the kid's throat. Scotty kept the head in his mouth as Bailey shuddered, hips jerking, until he couldn't take any more and he bent forward, holding onto Scotty's head and pulling his dick away. His "aaahhh's" became breathless little laughs.

By the time Bailey had finished his story I was so turned on I didn't know if I could be trusted around kids (or men, for that matter) without going berserk. But I had no time to think about it since Scotty appeared on the deck at the back of the house, waving and calling to let us know it was time to leave. I followed Bailey back up the lawn, marveling at the way his hard, round haunches undulated under khaki shorts. We got in the car and drove up the interstate for more than an hour, given that it was a beautiful weekend day and we weren't the only people taking advantage of the fact.

Once at the park I let Scotty and Bailey have all the fun, while I watched from the sidelines. After a couple of hours the two of them went into the locker rooms to change into dry clothes and we hit the road home. None of us had had what you'd call lunch, so we stopped at an old-fashioned diner, a couple miles off highway. Then after about another 30 minutes on the road Scotty announced he had to pee. A couple of lame jokes were made about where and on whom, but Scotty was serious and didn't want to wet the seats of his step-dad's car. Bailey said he knew where there was an old, abandoned service area not far from where we were. A couple minutes later we pulled off the highway and up into the woods a little way. Not far along there was a low, cinder block building that had clearly seen better days and a few dilapidated picnic tables. Scotty bolted out of the car and into the men's side of the building. Bailey and I followed at a more leisurely pace.

The inside of the place featured the usual line of urinals on one wall, the line of sinks on the other, and a row of toilet stalls. Clearly the plumbing hadn't worked for years, but Scotty stood at one of the urinals, his pecker out and spraying a healthy, yellow stream.

Bailey stepped up to the urinal to Scotty's left. "You need a piss, mate?" he asked me. In fact I did, so I took the urinal to Scotty's right. Soon we were all three pissing contentedly. After a few seconds Scotty half-turned in Bailey's direction and aimed his little pisser at his stepdad's bare calf Ð Bailey being in a pair of cargo shorts. Bailey jumped

"Hey, hey! C'mon, mate. Can't go gettin' all wet here, before we get in the car. Gotta drive home, y'know."

"Aw, come on, Bailey!" Scotty whined. "We're all alone." He turned to me. "We could have some fun, right?"

"I suppose," I said. "But Bailey's right. Maybe we shouldÑ"

"Aw, fuck it," Bailey said. He cut off his piss stream and turned in Scotty's direction. "Drink," he said. "C'mon, you dirty little fuck, drink some of your dad's hot piss." In a flash the kid was on his knees in front of the big redhead, mouth open. Bailey stepped forward and put the head of his meaty dick between Scotty's sweet lips, which the boy pursed down around the head. A second later Bailey sighed, and I could hear Scotty gulping furiously to drink it all down. When Bailey had pretty much drained his bladder down the kid's throat, he told Scotty to stand up, then got to his knees in front of the kid, taking the succulent little boy penis in his mouth. Scotty knew what to do and let his piss flow into Bailey's mouth. Not wanting to be left out I knelt behind the boy, taking his perfect butt cheeks in my hands and spreading them wide. The ass crack was smeared a light brown, slightly darker near his little asshole which pulsed slightly as he pumped his urine down Bailey's throat. I leaned in and took a minute to sniff long and hard, getting the smell of poorly wiped boy crap into my nostrils before diving in, putting my lips on the small, barely puckered anus and kissing it, a real wet, obscene smooch. Then I stuck out my tongue and licked it, poking at it to try and get up inside. It wouldn't yield so I started sucking it, trying to get Scotty's shit lips between my lips. It worked pretty well, and I was able to get at least the tip of my tongue inside the boy's slippery rectum. I started tongue fucking him, slow at first then faster as the hole opened a little more and a little more.

Scotty had finished peeing in Bailey's mouth and bent forward slightly at the waist, using his own hands to pull his ass cheeks apart to make it easier for me. He sighed, then groaned.

"Oh, Mike, fuck yeah, eat my hole! Get your tongue in my asshole, Mike!" The kid had developed quite the mouth on him. And he sounded almost angry. "Eat my asshole, eat it!"

Bailey chimed in. "Yeah, give him a good tongue fuck. Taste him. Taste the poo up there, fucking warm, soft boy poop for ya! You like that, Scott? The way yer pervy Uncle Mike makes love to your little arsehole? Diggin' for your boy poop?"

I reached around Scotty's waist and felt his little pecker hard and sticking out above the hairless nut sack. I was totally hard and, while I couldn't see him Ð my face being all up in the boy's steamy crack Ð I was pretty sure Bailey's dick was chubbing up as well, precum already oozing out and falling in a thick, crystal thread to the floor. The next thing I knew Scotty's delectable sticky ass was being pulled away from my face. I sat back on my haunches and watched as Bailey pulled Scotty into a tight embrace, his big hands full of the kid's ass cheeks, his face almost nose-to-nose with Scotty's.

"I want to fuck you, Scott, you know that?" Bailey rasped.

"Yeah... yeah, I guess..." Scotty's voice was less commanding now.

"Yeah, right." Bailey gave Scotty a kiss, then, slipping his tongue inside the boy's mouth. "Want to feel that tight, tight little hole on my cock. Fucking your little ass, fucking your shit. You can make me cum with that asshole, y'know. Milk my big, fat cock with your dirty little arsehole. Your friend Eric ever fuck you, Scott?"

"He sticks his fingers up there," Scotty said. "Like, four fingers. But he never tried to Ñ"

"How `bout your Uncle Mike, here? He ever get his cock up inside you?"

"N-no..."

"Bet he wants to, mate. Bet he wants it as much as I do. On your back lookin' up at Uncle Mike while he sinks his big ol' cock in your hole. Fuckin' you, dumping a big hot load all over yer boy turds. Let's go. Let's go back to your Uncle Mike's place where I can fuck you good and proper." He looked at me as he invited himself over, waiting for my consent, I guess. I nodded. I had to admit, I wanted to see that as much as Bailey wanted to do it. Hell, I thought, I probably wouldn't mind having a go at the little boy's shit chute myself.

We got ourselves together, sweaty and pee-stained as we were, and hit the road again, this time Bailey going well over the speed limit. In no time we were back at my place. Almost before the door shut behind us Bailey had started stripping, pulling off his deck shoes, peeling the shorts down and pulling the sweaty polo shirt over his head. He looked pretty magnificent, I must say. I closed the blinds, then went into the kitchen to get us a couple of beers, and by the time I got back into the living room Scotty had stripped down as well. Christ on a bike, he was hot! That smooth, pale skin, tanned forearms, his dark, curly hair in need of a cut. His green eyes looked bigger than usual, wide open as Bailey once more took him in his arms and started making out with him: lingering, wet kisses on the boy's mouth, neck, all over his face. A couple times Bailey took Scotty's button nose between his lips and stuck his tongue in the nostrils, hoping for a taste of the boy's snot.

I took off my clothes and got in on the act so that, inevitably, Bailey was making out with me, too, and I was slobbering all over Scotty. Finally, Bailey stretched out on the floor, brandishing his leaking dick, holding it straight up. "Wanna suck your dad's big cock, little one? Want Daddy's precum on your tongue? Here, c'mon!" It only took Scotty a moment to decide that he did, indeed, want his daddy's big cock in his mouth. He scooted over on his knees between Bailey's spread thighs and took the man's dick in one hand. He held on tight as he leaned down and his little pink tongue flicked out and over the cockhead, lapping up the precum. Eventually he had his lips over the head, and then was down on it, sucking and stroking it with one hand, playing with Bailey's asshole with the other.

"Ahh, fuck, yeah, kid!" Bailey looked up at me and grinned. "Loves playin' around in his daddy's arse, dontcha, mate? Huh? Feelin' around in Daddy's sweaty butt crack?" Scotty nodded. "Let's see, then, Scott. Pull your hand out and let's have a sniff." Scotty took his hand out from between Bailey's sweaty thighs. "Go on," Bailey said. "Go on, have a good sniff."

Scotty grinned and put his fingers under his nose. He inhaled deeply, huffing the stink that had been cooking under Bailey's sweaty balls, in his crack, on his asshole. I couldn't resist and got down next to the kid, taking his hand and bringing it under my nose. Even second-hand, Bailey's ass stink was heaven. I realized I had been so focused on Scotty's little boy butt, his piss, his pasty little turds, that I had forgotten all about the big redhead in the room. I crawled up between Bailey's thighs, spreading them with my hands. He got the message and next thing I knew his knees were pulled back, giving me an unobstructed view of his magnificent ass, the fetid crack and the puffy pink anus with its light dusting of ginger hair. I had smelled it already, I told myself, no reason to pussyfoot around. I dove into the man's ass and began making out with his shitter, slobbering, tasting it.

Bailey began writhing around, pulling his knees farther back, the better to open himself up to my searching tongue. The bitter taste of his shit was all over that crack, all over the hole I found myself sucking. He grabbed his hard-as-diamonds dick and began stroking it, smearing the precum up and down the shaft.

"Okay, Scotty boy," he said. "Your Daddy wants to fuck your sweet arse." He turned to me. "Where d'you want us?" I suggested my bathroom which had a tile floor, and the walk-in shower that would easily hold the three of us. Once inside, Bailey stretched out on the floor again, this time near the toilet. He beckoned to Scotty.

Scott stepped up next to Bailey who instructed the boy to straddle his hips, then sit down on his dick. I wasn't sure it was going to work, but I was too hot to see it happen to say anything. Scotty hesitated a second, then planted his feet on either side of Bailey's hips, facing away from me.

"Now squat down, son," Bailey said. "Go on and put your little shit hole on the tip of my cock." Scotty did as he was told, and as soon as his anus touched the tip of Bailey's raging dick he started spreading the precum all over the boy's hole to lubricate it. "Now sit, Scotty, sit down on it. Go slow... slow..." As I watched, Scotty wriggled his butt slightly and the blunt tip of Bailey's cock began to press at that apparently too tight hole. Bailey raised his hips slightly as Scotty bore down and soon the entire head of his cock was up inside his little boy. "Ah, yeah, that's it! That's fuckin' it!" Bailey said. "Keep going, boy, keep fucking your sweet arse on Daddy's prick!"

Scotty made little mewling sounds as he attempted to slide further down on Bailey's dick, pausing a couple of times when it got too painful, then continuing, slowly. Eventually Bailey had about half of his raging member up inside the boy's ass and Scotty stopped again.

"Looks like the little fella's having trouble, mate," Bailey said to me, grinning. "Why don't you help him out a bit? Hold him up so he doesn't fall over." I stood up and took Scotty by his armpits, holding him steady as Bailey continued pushing his dick into the boy's hole. Scotty's little cries continued, half pain and half pleasure by the sound of them. "You okay, boy?" Bailey asked.

"Oh, yeah! Yes... ow! Oh, fuck, yes, fuck me! Keep fucking me, Daddy, please!" Only too happy to comply Bailey thrust his hips upward, this time with more force. Scotty yelped and there was no mistaking it for anything but pain. Bailey had sunk almost his entire cock into the kid's rectum, keeping up with the little jabs with his hips, trying to get balls deep.

"Pull him off me a little," Bailey said to me. "I need to get a good fuck going!" I lifted Scotty a bit so that Bailey had room to pump his hips, sliding his cock in and out of the boy's tight, wrecked hole. He had no sooner started than we smelled the unmistakable scent of boy shit. Scotty's shit. "Ah, look at that!" Bailey said. "Look at my shitty dick!" I looked down and saw that, indeed, Bailey's throbbing dick was smeared with delicious brown streaks, evidence of Scotty's full bowels. Bailey couldn't get enough and started pumping faster, half a dozen short thrusts into Scotty's ass, then one killer thrust all the way up inside, then almost entirely out, only the head left inside.

"Ah, go on, mate, poop for me. Poop on Daddy's big penis! Push! I want to see that kid shit!"

Scotty grunted in obvious discomfort but was eager to please his dad. "Ow, it... hurts! I'm pushing, Daddy, I'm trying! I want to show you my poop, okay? My dirty shit turds all over your big hot penis!" He grunted again, and with a little squeal he passed some of the crap he'd been storing up. Light brown and thick, the boy's soft serve shit oozed slowly out and down Bailey's shaft like the wax on a burning candle. "Oh, see it, Daddy? See my poop? I've got so much!" Then his half-hard little pecker shot a few short streams of hot, yellow piss, all over Bailey's chest.

"Good boy!" Bailey said. Then to me: "Pull him up, almost off me so he can take a proper dump!" I still had my hands in Scotty's armpits, steadying him, so I lifted him up a little more and as soon as Bailey's cock was free the kid took a really "proper dump". The boy's runny crap blasted out all over Bailey's cock and crotch. "Ah, fuck, mate! Look at that! Look at all that kiddie shit!" It was indeed a fine mess that showed no signs of stopping right away. Meanwhile, I almost lost my grip on Scotty and stumbled backward so that the boy finished his shit on the floor between Bailey's thighs. Scotty likewise stumbled, slipping briefly in his own shit before he got his balance again. Bailey stood up, his gloriously stiff dick sticking straight out, brown with Scotty's loose turds. He ordered the boy on his back, legs in the air, then told me to eat his ass and fuck his now-loosened hole. Bailey took hold of Scotty's ankles, the better to expose the now crap smeared fundament. I got down and pushed my face into the boy's crack, getting the residue of his dump on my face, licking my lips, plunging my tongue inside his boiling guts. Then I pulled off and got myself into position for a good fuck. My dick was raging and slid in easily. I wasn't about to start slow. Immediately I began a good, steady fuck, looking down at Scotty's face which was contorted with pleasure.

"Fucking you, little man. I'm fucking you now," I gasped. "You like that? Yeah, you do. Uncle Mike's big prick up inside your little boy guts, mashing your turds, getting ready to cum inside your hot ass!"

"Yes, yes, Uncle Mike, please! Please cum inside me! Cum on my turds! Fuck my shit!"

I had never felt such sensations on my cock, Scotty's hole so tight and lubed with shit. It was in-fucking-tense! I grimaced with the indescribable pleasure, then opened my eyes and looked down at Scotty, his cheeks flushed, smiling his bright, beautiful smile. I felt something smack against my right cheek and turned to see. Bailey was still holding Scotty's feet high, legs spread, to allow me access to the little shithole. There, in front of my face, was Scotty's size 4 right foot, smeared in the shit he had stepped in a moment before. Still hungry for the little boy gut mush, I stuck out my tongue. Bailey got the hint and pushed the foot into my mouth. I started on the big toe and began sucking, methodically licking the crap from each of the kid's toes, then jamming all five little toes into my mouth, sucking until they were clean. Then I worked on the soles of Scotty's feet, sucking and scraping the still-warm shit with my teeth. Done with the right foot, I turned my attention to the left and sucked the crap off those little toes, ate what I found on the sole, then went back to sucking on the now-clean toes, just because they felt so good in my mouth.

Suddenly Bailey let go of Scotty's legs and started going to town on his still shit covered cock, stroking to beat the band. "So fuckin' hot! Sooooo fuckin' hot! Fuck the little fucker, mate! Fuck his tight little arse, feel that little shitter massage yer dick! Fuck him, FUCK him!"

And I was fucking him. He had lowered his legs, but I reached under and got my hands on his butt cheeks to keep myself embedded in that heavenly rectum. Totally lost in the sensations of it all, the stink of the boy's crap, the feeling of that oh-so-tight asshole on my cock, which I pumped furiously in and out, so close to cumming...

Bailey was right there with me, jerking his fat cock, lubed with Scotty's poop.

But I just didn't want this to end. Like, ever. So I slipped my cock out of Scotty's ass and sat back, legs stretched out in front of me. I leaned back, propping myself on my elbows, watching Bailey jerking his cock over Scotty's face. The kid was still on his back, his legs between mine as he reached up for Bailey's balls and started pulling on them. I was still hard as a rock and read to shoot, but still not willing to let this nasty session end. I moved forward a bit so Scotty's feet were tickling my nuts. I reached down for some of the soft crap the boy had dumped earlier and lubed my cock with it, adding to the streaks I had picked up while I was fucking deep into his ass. I grabbed the boy's right foot by the ankle and touched it to my hardon. Felt amazing, so I put the left foot on the other side and held them in place, the soles of Scotty's feet massaging my raging cock and smearing his sloppy shit up and down it.

After a couple of seconds Scott got the idea and began sliding his feet up and down on my cock by himself, allowing me to lean back again and watch the little fucker stroke me with his soft, little feet, now once again smeared with his shit.

"Aw, yeah, fuck!" Bailey said. "Make him cum, little one, make yer Uncle Mike cum with yer dirty little feet! Smear that little boy crap all over his big man cock, yeah!" I began thrusting up whenever Scotty slid his feet down, bringing myself closer and closer. It was indescribable, the view Ð soft, sweet little Scotty, getting me off with his shitty feet, Bailey looming over the kid's face, jerking on his fat, leaking dick right over Scotty's mouth.

"Ah, fuck, I'm so fuckin' close!" he yelled. So fuckin'-- Gonna cum, little fuckah, gonna cum... in yer face, in yer mouth!" He fell to his knees then and continued to beat his meat over Scotty's face. "Open yer mouth, little boy! Open!" Scotty obeyed, opening wide. "Gonna fill yer mouth... aaaggh! Fuck, FUCK!" With that Bailey started to cum, the first jet shooting out onto Scotty's chest. Bailey pushed his still pulsing dick down into Scotty's wide-open mouth and it kept coming, thick gobs of it going straight down the boy's throat. Bailey leaned forward, jamming the fat head of his cock into Scotty's throat as he shot the last of his slimy load.

Scotty coughed, then gagged and turned his head away, the Aussie's dick slipping out of his mouth. He tried to sit up once, twice. I pulled out and let him sit up. His hairless little boy dick was ramrod stiff and shot a couple jets of pee as he continued to gag.

"Oh, fuck yeah, little boy!" Bailey rasped. He had just had a major orgasm, but his dick was still hard and he was clearly still turned on. He scooted around on his knees to face Scotty, sticking two big fingers down the boy's throat. Scotty shook his head, but it was too late. He gagged again, then retched as Bailey's fingers moved farther down his throat. "C'mon, little mate, let's have it. Let's have it. Puke, babe, puke for daddy!"

And then it happened. Scotty retched mightily, his stomach contracting and up came a bit of gruel-like vomit. Then again, and this time he produced more and it spewed farther, some of the stinking puke splattering on my thighs. Bailey got Scotty to his knees and told him to put his own fingers down his throat, which the boy obediently did. Bailey stood and stuck his still-hard cock in Scotty's face rubbing the head on the boy's lips. A second later Scotty puked up still more, all over Bailey's dick.

I was half-repulsed but totally turned on. Puke? Really? It had never occurred to me. But there it was, this hot, beautiful 10-year-old boy, reeking of his own shit, puking all over his daddy's beautiful hard-on. And I was as turned on as I'd ever been. Scotty's ministrations on my cock with his feet had stopped, but I didn't care. In a flash I was kneeling in front of Bailey, licking up and down the sides of his erection, slimed now with Scotty's puke, which continued to come. I turned from the dick in front of me to face Scotty, his face tear-stained, his lips dripping with hot, soupy puke. I leaned in to kiss him just as he hurled again, this time into my open mouth and all over my lips and chin. I gulped it down, aware now that I'd suck down whatever this angel offered me. I realized I had been mindlessly jerking off and just as I felt my orgasm taking me over the edge I gave Scotty a big, sloppy French kiss, as he spat a mouthful of pukey saliva onto my tongue. I came then, came so hard and for what seemed a long time, until I felt as if I had no bones at all. I sank back onto the filthy bathroom floor.

"Let's get him off, whaddya say, mate?" Bailey said, indicating the stinking, slimy little kid before us. "Lie back, Scotty," he continued. "Got somethin' for ya!" Scotty sank back onto the floor, in something of a trance. Bailey told me to get hold of the kid's little peen and stroke it, the shit and puke making a stinking lube. I began jerking him off as Bailey squatted over Scotty's face, feeding him first a loud, wet fart, rubbing his beautiful asshole on the boy's lips. "Open up, Scott," Bailey whispered. "Got something you want, I bet!"

"Oh, yeah, Daddy, please!"

"What you want, then?"

"Shit, Daddy. Your shit."

"Want a big turd out yer dad's arse?"

"Yes, please, Daddy! A big turd from your ass. Please! Shit on me!"

"In yer mouth?"

"Oh, fuck, Daddy, fuck! Yes! Your shit! Your turds! Shit in my mouth, Daddy, feed me daddy shit!"

I was stroking Scotty's four-inch dick between my fingers, faster and faster as I heard Bailey strain, grunting, exhaling mightily, then straining again. "Here it is, mate! Here's Dad's shit for ya!" There was the soft crackle of a warm turd making its way from Bailey's guts into the little boy's mouth. Bailey was sitting right on Scotty's mouth, and the gift was going directly down his throat. The kid began to writhe and struggle, almost suffocating with the big Aussie's beautiful butt on his face, his mouth full of his daddy's soft turd. I stroked like mad and finally, as he swallowed what was in his mouth, the boy came, a dry orgasm that nearly did him in. Bailey raised up and Scotty gasped, taking in a deep breath.

We all took a couple of minutes, in silence, to regain ourselves. Then Bailey stood up, grinning and, taking aim with his now soft cock, pissed all over Scotty's face, his groin, his little dick. I even managed to lean over and get a good gulp of it myself. He laughed and stepped into the shower. A minute later Scotty followed and they soaped each other up, getting almost hard again, but not quite.

I just stayed where I was, watching them. Still tasting Scotty's shit and puke in my throat. I waited till they were finished, then showered by myself.