Simon Says Squat Chapter 4
Simon Says Squat, a story by Josh Terrence
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Author's note: This story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between teenage boys, preteen boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.
This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.
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Previously:
At noon, Mitchell and his daddy showed up and lunch was served. I found myself back on my knees, kneeling right beside Mitchell and grinning from ear to ear as his daddy squatted over my face and pushed out a man sized poop log for my dining pleasure. I accepted it with a soft moan, listening as it emerged with a swift crackle. It was so long and thick, taking up every inch of room in my mouth before it pinched off with the sound of a hot, hissing fart.
I sat back on my knees and began macerating the tasty candy bar, smiling at the men who were recording me with their phones. My boygasm intensified when I noticed that they were capturing my decadent feeding, and that it would be put online for the world to witness. I was hoping that as the clips spread, more men would want to show up and use me as their poop receptacle.
While I was still chewing up my mouthful, Mitchell opened wide and was treated to a hefty pile of his daddy's grade A poop logs. The eruption in Mitchell's mouth was sudden, and it caused his cheeks to bulge tight and his lips to distend. The stink of his mouthful matched mine, and I could tell he was experiencing pleasures untold. I watched with a little bit of envy as he enjoyed his naughty mouthful with a grateful smile, almost as if he were minding his manners at the lunch table.
When our mouthfuls were down, we lustily licked his daddy's crack clean, then Mitchell got up and squatted over my mouth. Letting loose with a hot moan, I eagerly took his full, soft poop load. It exploded from his rear end all at once, packing my mouth tight and pushing into the back of my nostrils. The stink was indulgent, and so was the flavor as it danced on my palate. I spent an extended amount of time licking his hole, then eating it greedily until two strangers stepped up and started peeing on us. We both opened wide and drank as much of the refreshing elixir as we could capture in our mouths, then we took the rest in our hair and on our chests.
And now...
Chapter Four - Simon Feasts at the Brown Loaf Buffet
Shortly after my lunchtime feeding, a hung stud approached me and waved his dick under my nose. The smell of pee and poop were powerful all around me, but I didn't care at all, and neither did this stud. I smiled up at him and felt my boy pussy sizzle with need as I assessed his throbbing manhood. It was easily nine inches, maybe more, and it was as thick as a beer can. I reached between my legs and rubbed my eager entrance, then I rolled over so that I was on all fours with my horny rear end sticking straight up in the air. I moaned like a common whore when I felt him push it in, loving how it filled my busy boy pussy to the core. I could feel my loose fuck hole clenching down around the pleasure stick in my ass, so I rolled my hips around, eager to feel it moving around back there. This kicked up a luscious sensation that started to spread through my midsection, and just as it started to grip me, he began feeding me long strokes.
The smell of pee and poop were still dancing around my face and on my palette, adding to my pleasure as I rode the massive cock in my ass. Just as my boygasm started to take hold, I looked to my right and noticed that someone was filming my ride. I looked directly at him and let go of a long, horny moan that translated the pleasure I was experiencing. The giant stalk that was plumbing my ass felt so good, overwhelming my slutty ass with deep, forceful strokes while I reveled in the goodness of it all.
Much to my delight, another daddy had stepped up and was stroking his big dick, waiting for my ass to be creampied so he could take it for a spin. I looked up at him with needy eyes and licked my lips, wishing that I was taking this ride in a bed or on the table top so I could wrap my lips around his dick and suck it while he waited for my ass to become available. Still, it was strictly a pleasure for me to be able to enjoy a deep dicking in any position, and I was grateful for all 9 inches as it continued to make me moan.
So when he pulled out and began stroking his dick with a frantic look on his face, I anxiously scrambled to get in position. With my little boner standing straight up and a naughty smile on my poop streaked face, I opened wide just in time to accept a generous shot of hot spunk, then he shot cum all over my face while I swallowed. I smiled up at him, then over to the man who was filming us. I licked my lips and sighed with relief, then I laid back and spread my legs so the next daddy could take his turn in my high traffic boy cunt.
While I was getting laid in the missionary position, a young twink walked up, holding his tummy. I moaned and gave him a look of longing, then someone told him, “That's the little toilet.”
I nodded to affirm that indeed, I was the little toilet, and then I licked my lips so he would know that I wanted him to use me. When my top creampied my ass, I sucked him clean, then I shamelessly crawled up to the twink and opened wide, anxious for him to find relief in my high capacity poop repository.
“Are you sure about this, sweetie?” he asked me, and I nodded again, practically panting in anticipation of another feeding. Mitchell and his daddy were cuddling nearby, watching me with transfixed eyes as I tilted my head back and encouraged the cute brunette to squat over my face.
With a nod and a nervous smile, he acquiesced, bringing his buns to rest on my grinning face. I moaned hotly up into his crevice, then I opened wide and felt my breath fluttering against his crevice and flowing back across my own lips. I felt his thighs tense up, then his butthole flexed and he farted. I moaned with depravity when his hot, gassy gift filled my nose and mouth, then his hole bloomed and erupted with a massive load of hot diarrhea.
“Mmm!” I moaned out, feeling my mouth crammed tight with soft, almost liquid poop that immediately started to push into my nasal cavity from the back of my mouth. He panicked a little and immediately stood up straight, then all eyes were on my blissful expression as I luxuriated in the hot, steaming load that he gifted me. I took my time to savor the naughty gift, loving how hot and smooth its texture was while it's sharp stinky and luscious flavor brought me nothing but orgasmic pleasure.
“Is that good, buddy?” I heard someone ask me, and I looked up at him and nodded. I noticed that he had his phone out and was capturing the moment, so I opened wide to show off my naughty mouthful, then I sealed my lips and began to swallow it.
When it was down, I licked my lips and announced, “I want more, please.”
With my request made, the cute twink got back into position and forced another load of hot, soft boy poop into my mouth while I moaned with depravity. While he was still having diarrhea in my mouth, I held onto his hips and ground my face into his crevice, treating myself to a brown facial while people watched, gawked and filmed. When I was finished making a pig out of myself, I gluttonously licked his crack with my toilet paper tongue, trying to clean it up so he could get dressed. It soon became obvious that I wasn't getting anywhere, but I didn't want to pull away from it.
My spell was broken when another stranger stepped up and offered me a fresh pile of stink logs. I eagerly accepted his offer, opening wide with a hopeful grin while someone in the background commented, “He's a full fledged shit lover now, isn't he?”
Without peeling my gaze away from the toned ass that was in position over my boy's bathroom of a mouth, I slowly nodded and said, “Uh huh.”
Then my new feeder laid a trio of hot, steaming loafs in my mouth that put the exclamation point on my pleasure filled afternoon. While I was chewing up his gift, he aimed his prick at me and soaked my hair with pee that cascaded down my body and collected on the asphalt beneath me.
On my way home, I texted Raymond and arranged to meet up with him on the side of my house again. When I rolled up on my bike, he plugged his nose and told me, “You stink even more than you did yesterday.”
I felt a naughty shiver roll through me, happy that my stink was so powerful, then I hurried him to the patio for a feeding. Once again, I urged him to face the yard so he wouldn't notice if my mom came to the window. I watched him disrobe, grinning from ear to ear as I prepared to take his full poop load again. Suddenly he said, “I need to take a piss first.”
With desire brimming inside my horny little body, I dropped to my knees in front of him and opened wide, revealing the inside of my poop caked mouth. I tilted my head back and he aimed directly into my mouth, then he let loose with his stream and treated me to his warm pee. When my mouth filled up, I anxiously swallowed while his stream splashed against my face, then I opened up and took the rest. When he shook off, I smiled and looked over to the window, where my mom was watching with a dismayed expression.
Just like the day before, I was too filled with desire to care. So I crawled around to Raymond's backside and parted his plump cheeks, then I looked over at the window as I opened my mouth and placed it right at his poop chute. I knew she could see his pucker as it bloomed, and I could hear the hiss of gas escaping from his hole as his thighs stiffened. Then, as we made direct eye contact, a long, thick poop log emerged from Raymond's hole and took a swift journey into my toilet mouth. When it pinched off, there was a luscious tail protruding between my lips. I used my fingertips to push it the rest of the way in, then I began to smash it and chew it while hot, horny sensations roared through my 12 year old body. When I swallowed it, I urged him to finish going for me by opening his crevice and licking the smeared poop out of it. He bore down and his hole opened up, then a hot fart sprayed my smiling face with poop splatters. Seconds later, he sent a final, tasty poop log down his rectum that filled my mouth with its goodness. I chewed it up and swallowed it with a grateful moan, then I licked his hole and crevice clean while my mom watched from the window.
When his crack was clean, I dropped my cutoffs and presented my horny ass to him for fucking. Looking over my shoulder, I saw that my mom was still watching as he placed the tip of his dick at my entrance and pushed in.
“It feels so good,” I sighed, smiling over my shoulder at him, then I let my gaze travel back to the window while Raymond started to thrust. When he finished in my ass, I stood up without even getting dressed and walked him to the gate, letting my little boner lead the way.
“Can you come see me in the morning?” I asked him, and he nodded. I smiled at the promise of another feeding, then he took off and I went inside, leaving my dirty undies and cuttoffs in the backyard.
When I got inside my mom walked me straight to the bathroom and made me soak in the tub, then she had me rinse with mouthwash and brushed my teeth twice. When I got out of the tub, she dressed me in a pair of undies and went downstairs to start supper. I stayed in my room and got on my phone, searching for more gay scat porn. Much to my delight, my feedings were all online, as well as all of the clips of me getting laid that day. With a naughty smile, I bookmarked them all and took my phone downstairs with me. I sat on the couch, watching the clips of me being fucked and fed, while my mom worked in the kitchen.
At some point, she put our dinner in the oven and joined me in the living room. She could hear the sounds coming from my phone and immediately picked up on the fact that I was watching porn.
“Honey, I wish you wouldn't watch that out here,” she said, taking a seat on the couch next to me. I looked up at her and turned my phone so she could see that it was a clip of me with my thighs spread open, taking a jumbo sized dick with a lascivious smile on my face. Her eyes got big when she realized what she was watching, but before she could protest, I crawled into her lap and rested my head on her shoulder.
“Honey what is this?” she asked in a solemn tone.
Without taking my eyes away from the screen, I told her, “It's from when I took it up the butt today.”
“Oh sweetheart,” she said, her tone filled with worry. I watched the clip to completion, letting her see how massive the pricks were that I was being treated to.
When the clip ended, I opened the next one, which was a clip of me taking a pile of poop logs from a total stranger. The sound was so crisp that we could hear the crackling of the loaf as it made its descent into my mouth, and the smile on my face was clear. The next clip that played showed me taking a full load from Mitchell's rear end, though his face wasn't visible in the clip. The next clip showed me moaning while the cute twink fed me two mouthfuls of diarrhea. Finally, I played the clip of me taking my final feeding at the alley, moaning around each stink log as they were pushed into my mouth for my enjoyment.
“Simon, baby, you can get sick,” was all she could think to say, and I knew she was stunned beyond belief at how busy of a toilet I had been.
“No I can't,” I countered, then she stroked my still damp hair. “I love poop, mommy.”
“I know you do, baby,” she told me.
“Are you ashamed because I was a busy toilet today?” I asked her, and she shook her head no. “Then are you proud of me for being a busy toilet?”
“Are you proud that you were a busy toilet?” she countered, and I nodded up at her. “I'm proud of you too, baby.”
“Are you proud that I took it up the butt?” I asked hopefully, and she kissed me on the cheek.
“I'm very proud of you, sweetheart,” she assured me.
“I'm proud of being gay and being a toilet, mama,” I told her, feeling her start to rock my little frame to and fro.
“I know you are, Simon,” she said.
“I'm still in a poop mood,” I revealed, and she simply kissed me on the cheek. “Tomorrow I might be in a poop mood when I wake up.”
“I'm sure you will be, baby,” she told me.
“I told Raymond to come poop for me in the morning, like he did today,” I boasted. “I'm gonna be a toilet again tomorrow, mommy.”
“I know you will, honey,” she said.
“Will you be ashamed of me?” I asked, and she shook her head no. “Then will you be proud of me for being a toilet tomorrow?”
“I'm going to be proud of you no matter what, Simon,” she assured me.
With that, I curled my legs up and let her rock me while I pressed play on another clip of me getting railed in the alley by a group of big dicked tops.
Up Next: A fresh batch of candy bars for Simon in Chapter 5 of Simon Says Squat
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