Simon Says Squat Chapter 5
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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Simon's After School Snack
I'll admit that I was in a naughtier than usual mood when I came home from school on Monday afternoon. Except for the fact that it was a minimum day at school, things went the way they normally do throughout the day. I got to school and made a beeline to see my home room teacher Mr. Jackson so I could suck some dick before the first bell. That always puts me in a good mood because Mr. Jackson has a really big dick and a set of low hangers that make my 12 year old boy pussy ache with need. Right on cue, Mr. Jackson blew his load for me and I swallowed with a satisfied sigh, then he cuddled me in his lap and fingered my boy hole until it was time for the other students to start showing up.
Throughout my day, I had plenty of other action. During our AM break I dropped my trousers and bent over for the vice principal, Mr. Richards, then I basked in the afterglow during third period. During forth period, Coach Johnson let me have the hall pass for most of the period. I blew a couple of cuties in the boys bathroom, then I came back to the locker room while the other kids were out exercising. I joined the Coach in his office and he gave my rear end a thorough workout. I spent the rest of the period on my knees, worshiping his mighty scepter with a pleasure filled blow job, then the lunch bell rang and I hurried back to the boys bathroom.
After having my bottom seeded a few times, I spent a luscious 15 minutes giving continuous rim jobs. During fifth period I was called back down to the principal's office for another one on one counseling session that I spent between Mr. Richards' legs, moaning around his dick. Right before he blew his load, he pulled me to my feet, bent me over and slid his rod up my butt for some deep anal therapy. When the final bell rang, I hurried back to see Coach Johnson for a mouthful of cock and a bellyful of spunk to keep me sated for the walk home.
On my way through the hallway I bumped into Mitchell. He was walking through the hallway and I was checking out his cute butt. When I called out to him, he smiled and my heart sped up, so I ran up and gave him a hug. We grinned into each others' eyes for a moment, then we shared a sweet kiss on the lips.
Since his dad hangs out at the gay bar, Mitchell gets to spend his nights in the alley, when it's really busy. But we meet up there a lot, and when we're there together, Mitchell knows that I'm going to want to rim his delicious hole. Being a considerate gay boy, he always makes sure that his butt is nice and stinky, and that his hole is unkempt and dirty for my dining pleasure.
Mitchell has straw blonde hair that seems to blend in perfectly with his pale complexion. His cheeks are baby soft and his lips are deep red and moist looking all the time. He has big blue eyes and carries an extra 10 pounds of baby fat that's perfectly distributed along his 5'3” frame. His butt, which is my favorite part of his body, is round and thick, almost disproportionate to the rest of his body.
When he takes his pants down and lowers it over my smiling face, it's nothing but a pleasure to have it there. Especially when the sharp stink of his crevice fills my nose and the dark flavor of his poop chute dances on my eager tongue while I eat deep at his back door. Even more enticing is when he lays a few hot, juicy poop logs in my mouth. Mitchell knows that I'm always hot to enjoy a poopoo platter, no matter the occasion.
Of course, so is he.
I've watched Mitchell take so many poop loads in the alley that it almost seems out of place when it doesn't happen. One time I even watched him open up for a trio of strangers who pinched off long, steaming loafs into his watering mouth. His blue eyes were sending the silent signal that he was yearning for the next mouthful, and all three men pushed hefty piles of poop into his mouth that made me feel a little envious.
With our lips pressed tight and our eyes meeting, I opened my mouth and little and he slipped me some tongue. When our mouth's disengaged, we talked about our plans for the afternoon.
“Are you gonna be in the alley behind Mike's today?” he asked hopefully, and I nodded with stars in my eyes.
“I just have to go home and get changed,” I told him, reaching up and resting my hands on the top of his shoulders while he ran his palms up and down my back. “Will you come see me?”
“I promise to,” he said, then we tilted our heads and shared a deep kiss that turned into a 5 minute makeout session in front of our schoolmates. We could hear a few snickers from the other kids, but neither of us batted an eye. When his dad pulled up in the car pool lane, Mitchell sent a naughty thrill through me when he said, “I have to poop. Do you want me to hold it for you?”
“Yeah,” I said with a dreamy smile, then we shared a peck on the lips and let go of our embrace. I waved at his dad, who was smiling at the two of us, then I slung my book bag over my shoulder and headed down the hall to check out the boys at the bike racks, hoping to get lucky with one of them.
Right away, a cute brunette named Paul caught my eye as I was making my way past the bike racks. His short hair looked freshly cut, and his bubble butt looked stuffed in his bluejeans. As I was ogling the 5'1” cutie, he noticed me and his green eyes lit up. I saw a smile spread across his face and his braces came into view as the glare of the sun caught them just right.
Filled with horny desire, I asked him to walk me home and he readily agreed. It wasn't the first time that I'd brought the cute seventh grader home with me, and we both knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as we got to my room. So when he accepted my book bag with his left hand and gave me his right hand to hold for the walk home, I smiled sweetly and let him lead the way.
But as soon as we were inside, the plan took a turn and we never made it up to my room. That was because I found myself unable to control my desire, and made a pass at Paul as soon as I closed the front door. In a flash, I had his pants around his ankles, and taking a different approach, I lustily tongued his hot, sweaty hole while he moaned wildly. The smell alone was enough to drive me wild, dark, decadent and very appealing. But then his words filled my ears and I lost any inhibition that I might have had just moments before.
“Simon, I have to go poop really bad,” he warned me in a frantic tone, sending a powerful shudder through me that drove me to eat deeper at his back door. “I mean it Simon, if you don't stop I'm gonna have an accident.”
Hearing his final plea for me to abandon the rim job only made me more frantic for his pucker, and I increased the force of the rim job I was performing. In the middle of my deep, forceful ass eating, I managed to rub his pucker down with three fingertips, then it pooched out and I tried to force my tongue through the opening.
“Oh my God, I think I'm about to poop,” I heard him hiss, then his pucker started to expand. My tongue pushed right into a mass of hot, steaming butt candy and I felt my head start to spin.
A split second later, his pucker bloomed like a rose and I stopped what I was doing so that I could open wide just in time to receive a long, thick poop log that glided out of his butt and into my watering mouth. It was cracking loudly as it emerged from his smelly hole, first slowly, then it picked up speed and my mouth was filled with the stinky treat.
“Mmm!” I moaned, grateful for the impromptu mouthful that I'd procured, then I sat back on my butt and smashed the hot poop log with my tongue, smearing it along the roof of my mouth while my boygasm erupted with fury. Paul was watching me with a look of disbelief, then an incredulous smile spread out on his face and his boner jumped.
“No fucking way,” he exclaimed as I slowly macerated my mouthful. “I just took a shit in your mouth and you love it!”
I nodded slowly up at him, still using my tongue to savor my naughty treat, then I swallowed it with a satisfied sigh and asked him, “Do you have to go some more?”
“You want more?” he asked, his expression one of amazement. When I nodded again, he shrugged, then he turned to face away from me while I opened wide and watched with hopeful eyes while he squatted over my mouth and fed me the rest of his after school poop load.
When he was finished using me as his toilet, I licked his butt crack clean of every last smear, then I presented my rear end to him for fucking. The stink in the living room was strong when he left, and as much as I would have liked to stay and enjoy it as it lingered in the air around me, I was anxious to get into my slutty cutoffs and hurry to the alley so I could laid again. I left my clothes in the pile that they landed in on the living room floor and went upstairs to fetch my lucky shorts, but they were nowhere to be found. I frantically searched my room, then I went to the laundry room, wondering if my mom might have washed them. Unfortunately, they were nowhere to be found, and I suspected that my mom had something to do with their disappearance.
I was beside myself with angst as I slipped into the tightest pair of jeans I could find and tied my powder blue shirt off at the midriff. My mind was buzzing with the terrible prospects of what could have happened to my lucky shorts as I rode my bike down to the alley in pursuit of gay sex. I tried to remember where I might have misplaced them as I coasted down the sidewalk, letting my bubble butt linger in the air as an offer to any passersby with a penis that they could have anal sex with me at the drop of a hat.
When I made it to the alley, I let the fretful thoughts about my lucky shorts fade away and dropped my pants, eager to bend over for as many tops as I could. Happily, there was a generously endowed stud whose big dick had me hot and bothered right away, and as I wrapped my lips around its massive head, my shorts seemed to be the last thing on my mind. A few minutes later, I eagerly crawled onto the picnic table and made my rear end available for easy penetration, and my stud took me up on my offer.
After he blew his load, I stayed in the same position and welcomed the next dick, then the next and then another. Soon, 45 minutes had passed and I lost track of how many cocks had slid through my easy access hole. In the midst of taking any and all cocks that were available to ride, I found myself sucking almost continuous dick, loving how steady the action was. It seemed like for every dick I sucked, there were three cocks that got off in my ass, and I found myself longing for that number to grow.
At 2:30, Mitchell showed up and I told him what happened to my shorts while a cute 22 year old was getting his rocks off in my hot, horny hole. I also told him about my impromptu feeding with Paul, and his eyes lit up right away. He gave me a warm hug and took a hard whiff of my face, then we made out for the duration of my cock ride. When my top bred my boy cunt and pulled out, we went to work on his sticky shaft together, licking and sucking it clean while an audience watched. Eventually, Mitchell worked himself into a frenzy and took over on the stud, blowing him with hot moans while I put out for a few more tops.
When things started to slow down, Mitchell and I turned our attention back to each other. Being the sweet friend that he is, he happily pulled his pants down and let me dine at his back door for an extended amount of time. His 13 year old boy butt is always hot and stinky, and as a rule, I know I can always count on at least one mouthful of his luscious boy fudge. But on this day, I knew that I would get a lot more than just a mouthful.
“Do you still want my poop?” he asked, and I nodded feverishly into his crack, then I sat on my butt and watched with a hopeful smile as he squatted directly over my watering mouth. I let my gaze drift over to our audience, which was comprised of four cute strangers and Mitchell's dad, who I hadn't noticed earlier. I heard him straining out loud, then his stinky hole bloomed and a long, thick poop log started to grow at a rapid pace. When it pinched off it landed safely in my mouth, and I used my fingertips to push it all the way in as I smashed it with my tongue.
As soon as I sealed my lips and felt the heat of the poop load rolling up into the back of my nostrils, I experienced a forceful anal orgasm that held on and wouldn't let go. The flavor was so dark and powerful, and I loved how I could taste a slight hint of pee that was infused with the soft, stinky deposit that Mitchell made in my slutty mouth.
While I was smashing and savoring my mouthful, Mitchell knelt down and placed his nose up to my bulging cheeks, taking a long whiff. Wanting him to know how much I was enjoying his poop load, I opened up and let him see how I had smeared it against the roof of my mouth with my tongue, then I closed my mouth and swallowed. He took another strong sniff and sighed, then I looked down at his boner and saw it standing at attention. There was a constant stream of precum running out of the slit and running down the length of his 4 inch boy cock, then vanishing as it ran along the seam of his smooth scrotal sack toward his taint.
“Does that smell good, buddy?” I heard his dad ask, and the cute blonde nodded with a transfixed smile. “Well don't worry, daddy's got a load stirring in his gut for you.”
Looking up at his dad, the cutie said, “How soon can I have it, daddy?”
“Are you all finished with Simon?” the man asked, and much to my delight, Mitchell shook his head no.
“I still have to go caca,” he announced as he got back to his feet, sending a shiver through me. He smiled over his shoulder and squatted over my face again, and I eagerly opened wide and welcomed the rest of his poop load. He strained out loud again and gave me all of it in one luscious mouthful that made my cheeks bulge tight as it erupted from his rear end. When he was empty, he treated me to a hot fart that infused with the delicious mouthful of butt pudding that I was savoring. I spent several minutes smashing his load with my tongue, smearing it over and over again as the naughty flavor and aroma powered my climax. I spent a luscious afterglow licking his rump clean, pulling thick heaps of boy poop into my mouth with a hard grin while my boygasm raged mercilessly.
When my feast at Mitchell's back door concluded, I laid back and got my rear end serviced while I watched him approach his dad and grope his cock. Seconds later, Mitchell went to his knees and opened wide while his daddy settled his ass over his mouth, then his pale, baby soft cheeks bulged at once and he started to chew. Feeling envious of Mitchell's feeding, I moaned hotly and rubbed the lips of my stuffed boy pussy.
“Are you looking for another shit load, kid?” the stud inside of me asked, and I looked up at him and nodded with a helpless moan. “That's fucking hot.”
Realizing that the other studs watching and waiting for their turn saw my confession, I came hard in anticipation of what I hoped would be another mouthful or two of hot poop. While I was taking a series of hot dicks in my boy pussy, I was treated to a couple of warm pee loads that kept me sated for the time being.
Unfortunately, before I could procure another feeding, the alarm on my phone told me it was time to ride my bike home as soon as the cock in my ass blew its load. Happily, Mitchell and his daddy came over to the picnic table and I was treated to a poop flavored kiss from my sweet friend that lasted until I was bred for the final time.
“Thank you for pooping for me, Mitchell,” I said, batting my eyes at the cute blonde. “Will you see me here tomorrow, too?”
“I promise, Simon,” he assured me, then his daddy stepped up and placed the end of his flaccid prick in my mouth. I formed a nice, tight seal with my lips and his pee flow started while I gulped with a grateful smile. When my drink was down, I got dressed in my pants and undies and rode off on my bike.
Along the way, my tummy started to cramp and I realized that I needed to poop. Feeling horny for some more poop play, I decided to stop at the park and hasten my fun. The pressure against my very loose sphincter told me that there was a massive load waiting to be expelled, and I wondered to myself if there would be anyone at the park when I got there. The idea of an audience watching me engaging in poop play was exciting to me, even if they didn't approve.
When I rode up to the park, I spotted a foursome of boys that were all younger than me playing in the sandbox. They looked to be between 8 and 10 years old, and a naughty thrill ran through me as I contemplated pooping myself on purpose in front of these younger boys. All four of them looked my way as I rode up to the sandbox, watching as I laid my bike down and walked up to them. Right away, the powerful odor of my earlier feedings overwhelmed all of them.
“You stink,” one of the boys said, fanning the smell that was rolling off of my body away from his face. “Did you poop your pants?”
With a thrill running through me, I answered, “That's what I came here to do.”
With that, I turned so that my bottom was facing their way and bent my knees, then I strained loudly and pushed a massive load of hot poop into the seat of my pants.
“Gross, he's really doing it,” one of the older boys said, and I looked over my shoulder and nodded at them. I pushed again and the loud squelch of a hot, diarrhea ridden fart accompanied the mass of poop that pushed into my already full seat, then I reached back and started to squeeze the massive bulge while they watched.
“Eww, you pooped your pants!” the youngest boy exclaimed, and I responded by smearing the load even more forcefully against my butt cheeks.
“How old are you?” one of the older boys asked, and another thrill ran through me.
“I'm Twelve,” I admitted, then I experienced another powerful boygasm as the load started to push through the waistband of my underwear and up my back. I could see them all judging me for filling my pants with hot boy fudge, and I loved it. My only wish was that somehow, we could take our wieners out and compare sizes. I just knew that even the youngest boy in their group had a bigger wiener than me, and I wanted them to know it. As my naughty thoughts raced, my boygasm strengthened and I moaned out loud.
With that, the group of boys got up and walked hastily away from the sandbox, watching over their shoulders as I continued to smear my fresh pantload from the outside of my jeans. They stopped for a moment and watched while I reached into the seat of my pants and pulled a nice, stink laden handful out so I could enjoy it. I crammed it all into my mouth, watching as the quartet of boys looked at me with absolute disgust. When I went back into my pants for a second handful, the oldest boy in the group said, “Let's get out of here.”
They hurried to the edge of the park and crossed the street, then they stopped to look one last time before they continued down the sidewalk, looking back at me from time to time. When I had eaten as much of my pantload as I could, I licked my hands clean and got on my bike to ride home with a hard grin fixed to my poop smeared face.
Up Next: Dinner is Served in Chapter 5 of Simon Says Squat
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