I think I was probably as excited about Josh's upcoming bar mitzvah as he was because it would mark a milestone not only in his life but in our relationship. No, not our relationship as friends, our OTHER relationship, the one we kept hidden from everyone, the one that, so far, had involved a LOT of talk but very little action. We'd kissed each other on the lips but never stuck our tongues in each other's mouths; we had seen each other's dicks but never jacked off in front of each other; we had shown our asses to each other but never examined each other's assholes.
"So why don't you wanna try it?" I would ask, after presenting him with a new sexual game we could play.
"I do, Deshawn," he would always say, staring up at me with those big deceptively innocent blue eyes, "but we have to wait till I'm a man."
"Shit, we might both be dead by then," I'd say in frustration.
But Josh would just smile coyly at me and say, "Don't worry. It won't be that long."
Josh and I had to be the oddest couple in middle school. Who would have thought that a Jewish kid from midtown Manhattan and a black kid from central Harlem would hook up as friends and fellow perverts? I guess part of it was the "opposites attract" thing. I was tall and dark-skinned with short nappy hair while Josh was short and pale with long dirty blond hair, so we were each curious about the physical differences of the other. But I think we ended up together mostly because we had so much in common (I mean, besides my people and his both having been oppressed and all): We were both smart, we both sucked at every sport except Chinese handball, and we both got horny over the weirdest shit.
Yeah, "shit" was exactly the word I meant to use because it was one of the main things that got us horny. I'm not sure exactly when, but pretty early on in our friendship we connected on the fact that we both liked watching people go to the bathroom, specifically seeing them do number two. Until that time, I thought I was the only kid on earth who actually got his rocks off on that. So when Josh confided in me one day how he sometimes pretended he had to pee really bad so his five-year-old brother would get off the toilet and open the bathroom door, and how the smell of his little brother's shit and the sight of his turds floating in the bowl turned him on so much that he would shoo his brother out of the bathroom and jack off over the boy's shit, I knew I had found a kindred spirit.
"So why don't we watch each other take a shit?" I'd asked.
"Can't."
"Why not?"
"Like I said, we have to wait--"
"I know, I know," I said. "Till you're a man, right?"
Again he just smiled. "It REALLY won't be that long."
"Yeah, right," I said with resignation.
For some reason it never occurred to me to pin Josh down to an age. I just assumed he meant 21. And he knew this and kept stringing me along until about a month before his 13th birthday, when he invited me to his bar mitzvah.
"Your 'bar' what's 'vah'?"
"Bar MITZvah. When a Jewish boy turns thirteen, under Jewish Law he becomes a man, and usually there's a ceremony to mark the occasion."
I smiled at him and shook my head, which made him smile and nod; then I playfully punched him on the shoulder. "Why you little fucker! Why didn't you tell me?"
"You didn't ask."
I continued to just stare at him, smiling and shaking my head.
"Well? You gonna be there?"
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," I said.
"There's gonna be a reception after, so don't eat anything."
Josh and I had never seen each other all dressed up before, so when I walked into the synagogue that Saturday and saw him in his blue suit and striped tie with his hair neatly combed and wearing a yarmulke, and when he saw me in my grey suit, tie and vest with my short afro neatly shaped up, we both just stood there gawking at each other like the thirteen-year-olds we were.
With the exception of a few religious things I didn't recognize, the synagogue didn't look a whole lot different from my grandmother's Baptist church, with pews and stained glass windows and that same funny smell that all places of worship seem to have. Only today, according to Josh, there were more people than usual since so many of his family and friends had come for the bar mitzvah and reception.
After putting on a prayer shawl (Josh called it a "tallit"), Josh recited a blessing then began to chant, and at one point he was even leading part of the service, and I was proud to see my friend doing his part so well. Then he said, "Today I am a man," and went on to make a little speech welcoming the guests, thanking his mom and dad and the rabbi for making it such a special occasion, and saying what it meant for him to reach this important stage of his life.
After the service we all headed downstairs for the reception. In the basement were a stage, where a four-man band stood tuning their instruments, and a sea of tables, each with a healthy spread of kosher foods. While I had grown up on Southern fried chicken, collard greens, and cornbread, I was always open to tasting the foods of other cultures, so I feasted on the lox and bagels, gefilte fish, and something Josh's grandmother made called kreplach, which I thoroughly enjoyed. And when the music started, I even joined in to sing "Hava Nagila," though I had to fake most of the words. Still, everyone there seemed pleased that "Josh's black friend" was enjoying himself.
But while I was indeed enjoying the festivities, I still didn't really get why Josh needed to wait until after this whole bar mitzvah thing before we messed around. Then he explained to me that one of the things that happens when a Jewish boy becomes a man is that his father is no longer responsible for the boy's sins, since at thirteen the boy is old enough to be held responsible for himself. In fact, Josh said, the blessing his dad had recited when he'd joined him up front at the Torah was to thank God for removing the burden of being responsible for Josh's sins. In other words God could no longer punish Mr. Goldstein for whatever nastiness Josh and I ended up doing; now good ol' Josh himself would be the one getting struck down by lightning.
But after Josh told me that, it became harder for me to enjoy the reception because I kept thinking about all the things he and I had put off doing and all the catching up we would get to do now that he was officially a man and officially responsible for himself. I wondered how far we would go with the sex and how nasty we would get with the shit play. Whatever happened, the best part was that, from this point on, we would be exploring brand new territory, and we would be exploring it together.
I was anxious, though, about how long it would take us to start that exploring. Neither my mom nor Josh's worked, so it was hard for us to find time to get together after school, since someone was always at home. And while there were certain out-of-the-away places in our school where we could hang out pretty much unnoticed, we could never stay there too long or get naked because it was simply too risky. In other words, there just weren't that many places where a couple of horny boys could freak together without worrying about a grown-up walking in on us. But I tried not to depress myself by dwelling on this.
After an hour or so, when all the toasts had been given and most of the dancing done, everyone had mellowed. I was slouched in my chair, half-eating a piece of cake as I ogled Josh, who was talking to one of his aunts. When he saw me, he winked and the next thing I knew he had rushed over to me and, grinning, grabbed my arm and dragged me into a far corner of the room, behind a huge pillar, where there was a door. Opening it, Josh quickly nudged me through and closed it behind us and we proceeded down a long, narrow flight of stairs.
"Where are we going?"
"It's a surprise," said Josh, following right behind me.
I smiled and continued to the bottom of the staircase, where there was another door. Catching up to me, Josh eased it open and we stepped inside.
"Wow!" I said as I stood there and looked around. It was a huge sub-basement with a big angry-looking furnace surrounded by several dimly-lit passageways.
"Come on," Josh said again. "I wanna show you something."
I proceeded to follow my friend through one of the passageways, around a couple of corners and down a long corridor until we came to a big red door. Josh opened it as if he knew it wouldn't be locked and we cautiously entered the dark room. Then he flipped the light switch, and when the fluorescent bulbs flickered on, I found myself inside a workout area with several red gym mats on the floor. Apparently a small exercise class was held here.
"Take your jacket off," said Josh, who was already half way out of his. I did, handing it to Josh, and he hung both jackets on a couple of the coat hooks that lined the wall behind us. Then we took off our ties and he hung them up too, after which we both unfastened the top buttons of our white shirts to give our necks some breathing room.
"Ahh, that's better," said Josh, crouching down in front of me. "Now pull your pants down."
I hesitated. "Right here?"
Josh rolled his eyes. "Dumb question."
I gave him a half-smile and quickly unbuckled my belt, and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, allowing them to drop down on top of my new shoes and exposing my "tighty-whiteys" and the prominent bulge that was my hard-on.
"Mmmmmm!" Josh hummed as he stroked it through the white cotton. "Okay, now your drawers."
Foregoing the next "dumb question" I was about to ask, I simply grasped the waistband of my underwear, pulled it out, and pushed my drawers down, freeing my five-inch erection, which was sticking up at a forty-five-degree angle.
"Wow!" said Josh, his eyes stretched open as he admired my equipment. "Your cock's REALLY hard!"
"That's because it thinks it's gonna get some action," I casually said.
Josh looked up at me and smiled. "It will, this time," he said, running his finger across my piss slit and smearing the pre-come over my cockhead. "I promise. But first, turn around and bend over."
I smirked at Josh then did exactly as he'd asked, holding my knees for support. The tail of my shirt, which was sticking out from under my vest, was draped over my ass, so Josh carefully tucked it under the bottom of my vest. Now that he had total access to my ass, he began to rub his hands over it, caressing my cheeks until they began to feel warm. Then he gave each cheek a light slap followed by a little kiss before spreading them apart and, I think, just peering inside my asshole.
"See anything you like in there?" I asked without turning my head.
But Josh didn't answer me, I guess because it was another "dumb question." Instead he stuck his nose right in my ass and began to sniff my hole. As if on cue, I felt my stomach begin to churn from all the gas that had built up inside me from what I hadn't eaten before the reception, and with Josh fooling around back there, it was ready to come out.
"Hey, Josh?"
"Yeah?"
But I figured I'd already given my friend as much of a warning as he needed, so I just let go and farted right in his face, the fumes so strong I'm surprised they didn't knock his yarmulke right off his head.
"Fuck!" Josh gasped.
If he was as much into shitty smells as he'd said he was, his reaction to what I'd just done to him would be the first real test of how honest he had been with me about letting his "freak flag fly" once he was a "man." I got my answer when I heard Josh deep-sniffing my asshole then felt him rubbing his face in little circles in my ass.
"Shit, that turns me on," I said. "Now put your mouth over my ass, so I can fart in it."
Without missing a beat, Josh pressed his soft lips over my anus and two seconds later I farted right in his mouth, causing him to gulp loudly as he actually swallowed my ass gas. When I realized what he'd done, I almost came without touching myself.
"Damn! You're a nasty little fuck, aren't you?"
"Mmm-hmm," Josh responded.
"Then show me how nasty you are."
Even though I knew that Josh knew exactly what I was asking him to do, I still flinched when I felt his tongue touch my asshole and I was still shocked when I felt it snaking inside.
"Shit!" I gasped. "Yeah, Josh, lick it! Lick the fucking SHIT outta my ass!"
As my friend's tongue probed my anus, the music and other noise of the reception was clearly audible through the ceiling, and for a moment I wondered what Josh's parents, relatives and friends would think if they knew just where the Guest of Honor was and what he was doing. The fact that we were still in the synagogue and that he was performing anilingus on me literally under everyone's noses made what we were doing all the more dirty and exciting.
"Hold up a minute," I said, and when Josh backed away from my ass, I stood up and slowly turned around, trying not to trip over my pants and drawers, until I was looking down at him. I began to playfully slap him in the face with my hard-on, leaving little smears of pre-come on his rosy cheeks, and I was just about ready to fuck his face when I looked up and noticed a door at the back of the room.
"Is that a bathroom?" I asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"Do me a favor. Go in there and get me some toilet paper. I'd go myself but..." and I glanced down at my pants and drawers bunched up around my ankles.
"Be right back," Josh said, and he popped up, ran into the bathroom, and dashed back with a roll that had very little toilet paper left on it. He handed it to me and again crouched down in front of me.
Tearing off the few remaining sheets, I tossed the empty cardboard cylinder to the side then stooped down, putting myself face to face with Josh.
"Okay, pucker up," I said, and when he did, I carefully wiped his lips with the toilet paper. Afterwards I was both disgusted and intrigued to see a faint brown residue on the paper, as if I had just wiped my ass with it.
Whatever expression I was wearing made Josh smile. "Well, you TOLD me to lick the shit out of your ass."
Now I smiled too. "I also said you were a nasty little fuck," and I balled up the toilet paper while staring straight into Josh's blue eyes. "Open your mouth."
Josh wrinkled his nose at the command but then proceeded to open his mouth so wide I could almost see his tonsils, and I promptly tossed the toilet paper in it.
"Now chew."
With ours eyes still locked, Josh began to smack away at the toilet paper, keeping his mouth open while he chewed so I could see it wadding up. I shook my head.
"Damn! I can't believe the Bar Mitzvah Boy is chewing up a piece of shitty toilet paper."
Josh stopped chewing just long enough to scrunch up his face and bare his teeth at me after which he continued to chew until I told him to stop.
"Now open your mouth again."
He did and I could see the mushy white lump of toilet paper sitting in his mouth, the brown stains dissolving but still clearly visible on it. I knew I was frowning again as I stared in his mouth, but as disgusting as the wet, shitty tissue looked, I couldn't remember Josh ever looking any cuter than he did at that moment, and before I could even think about what I was doing, I held his face in my hands, leaned over and planted my lips on his.
"Mmmmmm," he moaned, and it felt as if all of Josh's muscles suddenly melted as I pushed my tongue into his mouth and slurped around, getting a healthy taste of my own ass. When I was done, he returned the favor by using his tongue to push the disintegrating toilet paper into my mouth. Then I pushed it back in his, and we ended up swapping spit and toilet paper over and over until the toilet paper had crumbled into a bunch of little pieces, upon which we broke our kiss and swallowed. Afterwards we just smiled at each other, licking our lips and running our tongues over and under our teeth to remove those last bits of toilet paper.
By now I couldn't stand it anymore. My dick was as hard as it had even been, and as it steadily leaked pre-cum I was eager to put it in the same wet, warm place I'd just taken my tongue out of. So, putting a hand on Josh's shoulder to balance myself, I stood up. But before I could make a move to plunge my prick into Josh's mouth, he beat me to the punch by lunging forward and impaling his mouth on it.
"Ooooh!" I gasped, and as Josh grabbed my ass, I grabbed his head and began to mouth fuck him, my balls bouncing off his chin as I rammed my rod down his throat.
"Take it, Josh!" I hissed. "Take my dick right in your pussy mouth!"
"Mmph! Mmph!" he responded.
Not long after we'd met, Josh had made it clear to me that he got off on being called names, even when we were just kidding around; furthermore he'd said point blank that being called NASTY names made him horny. And when I discovered that calling him those nasty names made ME just as horny, we sometimes had these interesting little verbal sessions that, thinking back, were like substitute jack-off sessions.
But calling Josh names while actually seeing his pink lips stretched around my brown shaft, as I thrust it in and out of his mouth, had my libido soaring. A part of me wanted to snatch my dick out of his mouth and shoot my load in his face. But since he still had his clothes on, I didn't want him having to explain to his mom how starch wound up on the collar of his white shirt BEFORE she sent it to the laundry. Besides, Josh's mouth was feeling so damn good on my dick that the idea of coming right where I was and watching him swallow it was much more appealing.
About ten seconds later, I felt those little rockets go off in my head. Jerking and grunting, I clutched the back of Josh's head, trying not to displace his yarmulke, and shoved my dick impossibly deep in his mouth.
"Shit! I'm coming!" I gasped. "Swallow it, you fucking bitch!"
Moaning, Josh clawed my ass with his small fingers, pulling me even closer to his face and forcing my prick even further down his throat. I responded by clasping his head harder as I spurted again and again into his mouth. I think Josh was surprised by just how much I came, but he had only himself to blame for that because if we had jacked off in front of each other the way I'd wanted us to, he'd have known what to expect.
Anyway, despite his surprise, Josh finally managed to gulp down my entire load, after which he slowly pulled my shrinking dick out of his mouth, stared at it for a second, then cocked his head to the side and looked up at me with squinty eyes.
"Shit, Deshawn, you could've warned me."
I chuckled. "I thought I'd give you a nice surprise for your bar mitzvah. So did you like it?"
"It was like swallowing a mouthful of fucking snot."
"I'll take that as a yes."
He gave me a twisted grin.
"So when do I get to see YOUR little circumcised snot-maker?"
"I don't know," said Josh. "It'd be nice if we could both just strip, but I'm not sure how much time we have."
"How long do you think it'll be before they start noticing we're not around?"
"They probably already noticed."
"Then how long before they start looking for us?"
As soon as those words left my mouth, Josh's cell phone rang. For a moment we both froze, as if answering it meant whoever was calling would somehow be able to see us. Scurrying over to where his suit jacket was hanging, Josh fumbled around in the pocket before finally retrieving the phone and looking at the number.
"It's my dad," he said, and he looked relieved.
"So what're you gonna tell him?"
He smiled. "Don't worry."
I was surprised at how relaxed Josh sounded when he answered the phone, and when he explained how he and I had ducked outside "to get away from those women and all their yacking," Mr. Goldstein apparently understood our anxiety perfectly because it wasn't long afterwards that Josh hung up then turned to me and smiled.
"He's going to cover for us for the next half hour," he said, as he began to undress. "But he doesn't think he can hold my mom and aunts off any longer than that."
"Wow, your dad's cool." But I wondered how cool he'd have been if he knew what he was giving us time to do.
Josh and I decided that we needed to see each other completely naked, so we finished taking off our clothes, carefully hanging them up on the hooks next to our jackets and ties. Josh removed everything except his yarmulke. Then we just stood there staring at each other. About five feet tall, Josh wasn't exactly skinny but was by no means husky. He was somewhere in between, weighing in at about 100 pounds, with smooth, unblemished white skin. For a "man" he had sparse few pubic hairs, but his four-inch erection and tight golf-ball-sized pouch of balls showed that he was indeed on his way to manhood.
"Turn around," I said, and when he did, I smiled and nodded when I laid eyes on his pale little ass. "Nice."
Josh turned his head, looking at me over his shoulder, then put his hands on his hips, stuck his butt out at me, and shook it. I grabbed at it but he sidestepped me and, giggling, began to run around the room, leaping from one mat to another as I chased after him. I was trying my best to catch him but he kept ducking and dodging, avoiding my grasp, until finally he let me tackle him and we both went tumbling to the mats, my head landing smack on his ass.
For the next minute or so, the two of us just lay there giggling as we recovered from our little romp. Then all of a sudden, as if on cue, we stopped laughing and, without saying another word, Josh crawled from under me, pulled his knees under himself and, keeping his head low, pushed his ass up in the air. At first I just stared at him. There was something about the sight of Josh's pale white body poised against those bright red gym mats that was simply stunning. Finally I crawled behind him, clutched his ass cheeks, and carefully spread his asshole open. It was the pinkest, most beautiful little rosette I had ever seen--not that I had seen very many at my age, but if I had, I doubt they would have come close to being as nice as Josh's.
"Smell it," said Josh.
Keeping my hold on his buns, I wedged my nose in Josh's ass and inhaled, getting a good strong whiff of the shit odor we both knew would be there. Of course the smell just made my already-super-hard dick even harder.
"Now lick it," said Josh.
Without hesitation I buried my tongue in my friend's poop chute, making him gasp and flinch the same way I had when he'd poked his tongue in mine; and as his sphincter clutched at my tongue, I damn near came just thinking about how I was finally getting my first taste of ass from the person whose ass I'd wanted to taste for so long.
"Mmmmmmmm," I hummed, sucking and smacking at Josh's asshole, trying my best to make up for all those previous lost opportunities by licking it clean. After about a minute or so, I pulled back to survey the results of my effort and was pleased to see frothy white spit bubbles dripping out of my friend's pucker.
"Now DO me," Josh suddenly said, easing forward until he was lying flat.
My heart immediately began to beat faster. "You mean..."
"Yeah, that. After all, you've been wanting to since about ten minutes after we met, and I've been wanting you to since about five minutes after we met, so I think we've both waited long enough, don't you?"
"Yeah," I chuckled. "But are you sure, Josh? I mean, I don't wanna hurt you or--"
"Don't worry. You won't," and he hopped up, dashed over to the coat hooks, and fished something out of the pocket of his jacket; when he came back, he handed it to me and resumed his prone position on the mat.
It was a little tube of Vaseline, and I smiled and shook my head at the realization that Josh had actually come prepared for getting his ass fucked on the day of his bar mitzvah.
Squeezing out about an inch of the petroleum jelly onto the end of my middle finger, I pulled Josh's left ass cheek to the side and slowly inserted my finger all the way in his anus, causing him to moan and clutch at it with his sphincter the same way he'd clutched at my tongue. After holding it inside him for a few seconds, I began to gently piston it in his rectum, thoroughly lubricating the snug hole before finally pulling out of him. When I looked at my finger, I was pleased to see not only grease but a streak of shit as well, which I wiped off on my dick by fisting it a few times.
"Okay, you ready?" I asked, taking my place on top of Josh and nestling my dick in his ass crack.
He sighed then said, "Yeah. Do me."
Using one hand to again pull Josh's asshole open, I held the shaft of my cock in the other hand and began to push the knob against his pucker.
"Nnnnngghh!" Josh groaned as my virgin dick strained to enter his virgin asshole.
I felt like I was about to experience my own bar mitzvah. Only this one would be a private ceremony, without all the prayers and the people. And Josh must have been thinking something similar, because as soon as the head of my dick popped into his anus, he gasped, shuddered, and cried out, "Today I am a man! Say it, Deshawn!"
"Today I am a man!" I shouted, as my dick slowly sank into the 13-year-old's shit chute.
"And what are we men doing?" he asked, his voice straining.
"Fucking."
"What?"
"Fucking!" I yelled, and as soon as I repeated it, my cock hit bottom, sliding all the way into Josh's asshole.
"Uhhhhnnn," Josh moaned, and I could feel his rectum pulsating on my dick, bringing me to the brink of an orgasm and forcing me to stay put until the feeling passed. This wasn't easy. Being in Josh's ass was better than anything I'd ever felt or even imagined before. Not even pushing my erection into the soft folds of my cotton velour shirt (after having stuffed it between the mattress and box spring of my bed) could compare to the living warmth of Josh's shithole. But I was determined not to blow my wad prematurely, so I took a deep breath and tried to focus on anything other than where my dick was. That's when I decided it was a good time to ask Josh how he was doing.
"Well, considering I have a certain friend's big black dick up my ass, I guess I'm okay."
I snickered then leaned over and nipped him on the ear. But it was time to get serious again, and since by now I had leaked quite a bit of pre-come into his asshole to add to the spit and Vaseline already in there, I figured it was about as lubed up as it was going to get. So, pressing my palms against the mat as if I were about to do pushups, I eased my hips back, slowly pulling my rod out of Josh's rectum. When it was about half way out, I eased myself down again, and my dick easily slid back inside him. I continued to lift and lower my hips this way in short strokes, giving Josh a chance to get used to the feel of my dick up his ass.
I have to admit, my friend was a real trooper through all this. The most he did was wince a couple of times when I moved a little too fast. Other than that, he surrendered his ass to me with no complaints, and before you could say mazel tov, I was fucking his butt like I'd been doing it all my life.
"Take it, Josh!" I panted as I slammed away at him. "Shit, you're not a man today, you're a bitch--a fucking Jewish American Princess--and I'm gonna fuck you and shoot my load right up your bitch ass!"
My put-down set something off in Josh because he suddenly yelled out, "Yeah, FUCK me, Deshawn! Fuck me hard! I wanna feel that big black dick shoot a gallon of come up my fucking ass!" And he started lifting his butt to meet my down strokes, guaranteeing that I would end up giving him exactly what he wanted.
At that point all the talking stopped again and the only sounds that could be heard were our naked bodies slapping together and our labored breathing as Josh and I tried in this initial coupling to make up for everything we hadn't done before. And while I had taught myself, through frequent masturbation sessions, how to prolong my pleasure, it was such a total turn-on to finally hump Josh's hot Jewish hiney that I knew I wouldn't be able to hold off my orgasm much longer. Sure enough, after no more than another minute of banging my friend's booty, my climax zapped me and, with a gasp, I drove my dong as far up Josh's butt as I could.
"Shit! I'm coming! Take it right up your ass, you fucking bitch!"
Pressing Josh's small sweaty body hard into the mat, my own body began to quake as I shot stream after stream of sperm deep in my friend's bowels. I was right in the middle of doing this when Josh also gasped and I felt him trembling underneath me. When he relaxed, with my dick still up his ass, I put my arm around him and gently rolled us onto our sides. I smiled when I spotted the gooey white glob on the red mat.
After lying spooned against Josh for several minutes--getting off on the heat of his body and the contrast of his light skin against my dark skin as I waited for our breathing to return to normal--I eased my hips back until my spent dick plopped out of his anus. The moment we were disconnected, I turned onto my back, spread my legs, and propped myself up on my elbows to get a look at my cock. It was covered with a disgusting-looking combination of sperm, Vaseline and shit.
"Now suck my dick, bitch."
When Josh turned towards me and spotted my cock, so proudly glistening with gunk, his eyes got big and this look of apprehension came across his face. Glancing up at me, he crawled between my legs, then leaned over and sniffed my prick, frowning from the odor of his own ass.
"Well?" I asked. "Whatcha waitin' for?"
Again glancing up at me, Josh gave the head of my cock a tentative lick then, closing his eyes, slipped the whole thing in his mouth, making me shudder.
"Ooh! Yeah, Josh, suck that dick! Clean that shit off it!"
With Josh slurping on my dick, I could feel it slowly begin to grow again, even though it had been only minutes since I'd shot my load up his ass. I was sure this would never have happened had I been alone in my room after jacking off. But being here, sitting on a gym mat in the sub-basement of a synagogue while my cute little Jewish friend, still wearing his yarmulke, sucked his own shit my cock, was so much more stimulating that my newly pubertal body couldn't help reacting to it all.
After thoroughly tongue-washing my prick, Josh pulled his mouth off it with a pop and a sticky strand of saliva, which stretched from my cockhead to his bottom lip. Licking away the spit, he looked up at me with the most puppy-dog eyes I'd ever seen. But I wasn't ready just yet to let him off the hook.
"Now lick up that mess you made on the mat."
Without a second thought, Josh backed up, turned to the side and, crouching low, began to lap up the semen he'd spurted on the mat. While he did that, I crouched even lower behind him to see what his fucked asshole looked like.
I was shocked to see a big loose red hole where the tight little pink one had been and a big blob of white slime oozing out of that hole.
But the harder I peered at the nasty-looking spunk-drooling opening, which for thirteen years had been Josh's virgin anus, the hornier I got, and once again acting on pure sexual instinct, I leaned forward, palmed Josh's small buns, and stuck my tongue up his ass.
"Ooh!" he gasped in surprise as I began to suck my jizz out of his asshole. Being that I had shot a pretty healthy load in Josh's mouth not all that long ago, I was surprised by how much sperm I was finding in his butt. No, it wasn't a gallon, but it seemed damned close to it. Soon I felt Josh tense up, and when I pulled my tongue out of him, he farted, his anus not only puffing gas but also spitting come into my mouth; and when I began to tongue his hole again, I ended up licking out little bits of shit as well.
After giving Josh's pooper a good working over, I pulled back to observe my handiwork. I was pleased to see that while still red--and now shiny as well--his asshole had pretty much returned to its normal size, though it would never again be the same. If there was any doubt in my mind about this, it disappeared when Josh flexed his pucker and, about three seconds later, despite all my licking, a tiny drop of sperm sprouted out of it.
"So how'd it feel getting your ass fucked, Bar Mitzvah Boy?"
"Awesome," Josh said with his face still down and his ass still up. "But I'm probably gonna be sore back there for a week."
"Well, just think of it as a nice reminder of your special day."
Raising his head, he turned and smiled at me, and I couldn't help crawling over and giving him a big kiss on his pretty pink lips, slipping my tongue in his mouth to give him a taste of what I'd just eating out of his asshole.
Afterwards I flipped onto my back, folded my hands under the back of my head and stared up at the ceiling, quietly contemplating the fluorescent fixtures while Josh fondled my stomach. I don't know if it was his touch, the fact that I was feeling so relaxed, or a combination of the two, but it wasn't long before I felt a familiar stirring in my gut.
"Hey, Josh, is there any more toilet paper in there, or did we use the last of it?"
"I'm not sure. Why?"
"'Cause I think I have to take a shit."
Shifting my gaze away from the ceiling, I looked at Josh, who had stopped rubbing my belly and was now staring at me with the strangest expression.
"What's the matter?" I asked, knowing full well what we'd discussed before about wanting to watch each other do number two.
"Uhh...Deshawn, how'd you like to give me the best present EVER for my bar mitzvah."
"I thought I just did."
"Well, yeah, the ass fuck was great, and like I said, I've been wanting it since about five minutes after we met. But there's something else I've wanted from you since about five SECONDS after we met."
I could feel my mouth going dry and my heart beating faster and faster. "I'm assuming it has something to do with the fact that I said I had to take a crap."
He nodded, and I could see his ears turning red.
"So...does it involve any of the things we talked about before?"
"Uhh...no."
"So you mean you wanna do something OTHER than watch me go?"
Now Josh's whole face began to flush until it was almost as red as the gym mats, and he quickly looked away from me, staring down at the floor.
"Well...uhh...kind of, but it's always been kinda hard to say 'cause...well...it's a little...uhh...extreme."
I wondered what could be more extreme than Josh chasing his little brother off the toilet so he could smell his shit. But then something clicked in my brain, and my face got hot and the hair on the back of my neck stood up as it suddenly occurred to me what Josh really wanted. Now I understood why he had only picked at his food upstairs: He was leaving room for something else! I guess I could have kept asking questions to coax the actual request out of him, but I decided instead to plunge blindly into my assumption and see if I was right.
"Shit, Josh, you're being such a pussy about telling me what it is, I oughtta just shit in your fucking mouth."
I watched as he quickly looked up at me again, his eyes alive with anticipation. "Would you?"
I smiled, smugly pleased that I was right. "Sure. Anything for the Bar Mitzvah Boy. But what are you gonna do after your mouth is full of my crap?"
Josh licked his lips. "Eat it," he said quietly, and I could clearly see just how hard he was trying to contain his elation.
I squinched up my face in a mock look of disgust. "You're gonna do WHAT?"
"I'm gonna eat your fucking shit!"
Maintaining my frown, I shook my head. "Damn! You're the nastiest little fuck I ever met. Come on; let's go." I began walking towards the bathroom. "I'm gonna dump my whole load right in your fucking mouth, 'cause that's just what a nasty little fuck like you deserves."
Never in my life had I seen anyone move so fast, as Josh scrambled to his feet and scampered off, easily beating me to the bathroom. I couldn't believe how excited he was about getting shitted in the mouth or how excited I was about doing it. But once we were in the bathroom, where there was only one toilet stall and a sink, neither of us was exactly sure how to proceed, since we were both novices at being scat perverts. Finally I walked into the stall, lifted the toilet seat, stepped up on the porcelain rim of the bowl, and squatted, holding on to the tank for support. Then I turned my head back to look at Josh. He had gotten down on his knees behind me and was sitting back on his heels.
"Is this okay?" I asked.
"Uh-huh," he said, nodding quickly while staring wide-eyed at my ass.
"Okay, get ready, fuck face, 'cause here it comes."
Turning away from Josh I stared at a spot on the wall, took a deep breath, and focused on moving my bowels. It wasn't easy. I was so excited by what we were doing that it was hard to relax. But it wasn't long before the need to go surpassed the anxiety about going and I felt that comforting mass-on-the-move feeling.
"Can you see it?" I asked.
"Uh-huh," Josh acknowledged, sounding as if he were out of breath. Then he did something that let me know he'd made a conviction about seeing this freaky performance through: Just as the turd began to push out of my asshole, he held on to my ass cheeks and sealed his lips over my anus.
"Oh, fuck! Yeah, Josh, EAT my fucking shit!"
"Glurrp! Glurrp!" he responded.
As I wallowed in the warm sensation of emptying my bowels, it was hard to believe that they were emptying into my good friend's mouth, and I wondered how he was managing to swallow everything I was feeding him. And when, a couple of seconds later, the smell hit me, I also wondered how he was able to take what my own nose was barely able to bear.
"Eat that stink shit, you fucking toilet-mouth bitch!"
"Glurrp! Glurrp!"
While I was certainly being loud with my commands and Josh nearly as loud in slurping down my shit, even if we had both been as quiet as church mice, anyone within a hundred yards of that bathroom would have known that someone was in there taking a major crap because it was coming out of me so noisily, each offering of turd mixed in with a lot of farting, all of which echoed loudly off the walls of the bathroom as my intestines pushed everything into the Bar Mitzvah Boy's mouth. And those shitting sounds alone made what Josh and I were doing all the more disgusting and all the more exciting at the same time.
Pretty soon I was flexing my sphincter in vain, for my bowels were totally empty, so I carefully turned around to see just what I'd given my shit-loving friend. What I saw will be forever impressed on my brain: Josh, moaning, was sitting on his heels again with his head back, his eyes closed, and the tail-end of a light-brown turd sticking out of his mouth. For a moment I just stared at him. There was just something about this cute, almost girlish-looking little Jewish kid sitting there with my shit in his mouth, thoroughly savoring it as he tugged at his erection, that almost made me swoon. And again without thinking about what I was doing, I hopped off the toilet, took his face in my hands, and pressed my lips over his, sucking the turd right out of his mouth.
"Mmmmmmmm!" we both moaned as we pushed the turd back and forth from my mouth to his in a spectacular shitty kiss. When the half-dissolved turd found its way back in my mouth for the umpteenth time, though, Josh pulled his head back and, with shit smeared all over his lips and teeth, panted, "Fuck! I'm ready to come!"
Holding the turd in the side of my mouth, I bent down, snatched Josh's hand off his dick, and slipped it all the way into my mouth, making him shudder. But I managed to slide my lips up and down the slender shaft only a couple of times before Josh gasped and used his freed hand to pull down on the back of my head, forcing my face into his crotch.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" and with each exclamation, his prick spurted a slimy little glob of semen into my mouth.
I waited until the pulsations of Josh's pecker stopped and it began to shrink before pulling it out of my mouth, holding my head back, and swallowing his come and my shit. I then went back in the stall and retrieved the unopened roll of toilet paper that I'd seen on the tank. Ripping off the cover, I balled it up and tossed it at Josh, laughing as it bounced off the top of his head. Then I attached the new roll to the roller and pulled off a long piece of tissue, which I waved in front of Josh's face.
"Okay, shit-eater, tell me what I'm gonna do with this."
"Uhh...wipe your ass?" he answered, his eyes widening.
"Right. Now tell me what YOU'RE gonna do with it."
"Uhh...eat it?"
"Right again, fuck face," and I immediately stooped down, reached behind myself, gave my asshole a good healthy wipe, then stood up again. When I looked at the toilet paper, I wasn't surprised to see a thick brown smear on it, which I showed to Josh. He stared at it then sniffed it, crinkling his nose at the odor.
"Yeah, it looks and smells a little different from the piece I wiped your mouth with, doesn't it?"
He nodded.
"Okay, open."
Just like before, Josh opened his mouth as wide as he could. I balled up the toilet paper and stuffed it inside, making sure to put the shittiest part on his tongue.
"Now wait," I said. Staring straight into Josh's clear blue eyes, I began to work up a mouthful of saliva, which I was pretty sure he could hear sloshing around between my teeth and tongue. When my mouth was full of spit, I leaned over until my lips were directly above his open mouth and slowly dribbled it out, watching as it saturated the soiled toilet paper. When I'd emptied my mouth, I moved back and surveyed the soggy, shitty toilet paper that filled my friend's mouth.
"Okay, Bar Mitzvah Boy, do your thing."
Right away Josh began to chew, his eyes again wide open and locked on mine as he smacked away even louder than before, making what he was doing sound especially nasty. I just watched and listened, getting hornier and hornier as his spit, mine, and the shitty toilet paper squished and squashed into a messy pulp. I wanted to add to the disgusting mixture by pissing in his mouth, but even though I had to go, my dick was so hard by then that I knew it would be nearly impossible.
But not if I came first; so I grabbed my erection and, still staring down at Josh, began to jack off. With Josh crouched down in front of me, my dick was at the level of his face, and I watched as he broke eye contact with me a couple of times to glance at it. I was so turned on by what Josh was doing and what I was about to do that it took very little stroking to trigger my orgasm, and half a minute later I felt that wonderful pre-release sensation that I recognized so well but which today seemed so different because it was so much more intense.
"Shit! I'm coming! Take it right in your fucking face, bitch!"
Half a second later a stream of sperm exploded out of my piss slit and plopped in a long sticky rope onto Josh's face, making him flinch even though he knew it was coming. This was followed by three more spurts, and Josh either sensed that I wanted to give him a facial or decided he didn't want another dose of my "snot" just yet because he stopped chewing and simply kept his mouth closed as I painted his face from forehead to chin, including a shot that splattered over his forehead, eyelid and cheek. When I had emptied my balls, I moved in as close to Josh as I could, wiped the last drop of sperm off on his nose, then stuck my shrinking cock in his mouth.
"You know what I'm gonna do now, don't you?" I asked, staring at his scummed-up mug.
Josh opened his come-free eye and, meeting my gaze, answered "Nn-hn" mostly through his nose before again closing his eye. I closed my eyes too, trying hard to relax enough to empty my very full bladder. It took several seconds for the first of my piss to begin to trickle out.
"Mmph!" Josh said, his eyes pinching shut and his brow furrowing as I started to pee a little faster, quickly filling his mouth.
"Now swallow it, bitch! Swallow it NOW!"
When I heard a loud gulp and saw Josh's Adam's apple move, I knew that he had followed my orders, and that down in his tummy, my piss was combining with my spit, my sperm and my shit to form a pretty unholy mixture on this holiest day of the week for Jews. And after Josh swallowed that first mouthful of piss, it seemed to set something off in my brain and bladder, because right afterwards, they both let go and my stream gushed into the poor boy's mouth, forcing him to guzzle down several more mouthfuls of piss to keep from drowning. In fact, it shot out so fast that it wasn't long before I felt it drying up, upon which I slowly pulled my dick out of Josh's mouth, which surprised him since, at the time, I was still peeing.
"Open your mouth like you did before," I said, "but don't swallow."
Josh complied, and as I continued to tinkle into my friend's toilet mouth, I hoped I wasn't too far off in my calculation of how much piss I had left. Somehow, though, I'd measured just right, for Josh's mouth came just short of overflowing as the last of my urine squirted into it.
Having finally finished pissing, I took a few moments to just look at Josh. His face was still covered with sticky, drying globs of come and inside his wide-open mouth was a golden lake that, despite all his swallowing, had tiny slivers of toilet paper floating in it, probably from pieces that had gotten caught between his teeth. It had to be the filthiest and yet the most erotic sight I'd ever seen, one that Josh himself needed to experience, which is why I carefully turned him around and directed him to the mirror over the sink, standing behind him as he looked at himself with his one available eye.
"Ewwwwww!" he responded, his brow again furrowing. Snickering at his feigned revulsion, I turned him around and wiped the sperm off his other eye so he could get a good look at me working up another mouthful of saliva. When I was ready, I stared down at my shorter friend, winked, and spat the frothy blob into his mouth, watching as it floated on top of my pee. Then I cupped Josh's cheeks in my hands, opened my mouth, and sealed my lips over his, totally surprising him.
And it surprised him even more when, with our lips locked, I slowly stooped down until I was low enough for the piss and spit to flow from his mouth into mine. When I'd taken about half of it, I raised up again until our heads were level and Josh and I flicked our tongues together until, on my hummed count of three, we both swallowed. Afterwards we broke our kiss and licked our lips, grinning at each other like naughty nursery school boys.
Finally I began to lick my semen off Josh's face, sweeping my tongue all over his forehead, cheeks, eyelid, nose, chin and everywhere else as Josh stood there with his eyes shut tight and his face twitching every time my tongue touched it. Then I kissed him again, pushing the come into his mouth; and he sucked on my tongue, ensuring he'd taken everything. I felt his oral muscles contract as he swallowed, after which I backed away from him, smiled, and gave him a final peck on his wet lips.
"Happy bar mitzvah."
"Thanks."
Then we hugged, and right in the middle of our embrace, just as I was relishing the warmth and softness of Josh's skin pressing up against my own, his cell phone rang.
"Shit!" Josh said, pulling away from me and running out of the bathroom. I strolled out after him. It was his father again, saying that Josh and I needed to come back since several relatives were ready to leave and wanted to say goodbye to the Bar Mitzvah Boy.
After hanging up, Josh just looked at me and shrugged; then we gave each other a final little hug and began taking our clothes off the hooks and sorting them out. Before getting dressed, though, I remembered that I had given my ass only one wipe after shitting in Josh's mouth, so I headed back to the bathroom. But Josh insisted on licking the leftover shit out of my ass and, stretching out face up on the nearest mat, told me to squat over his face. I did, facing his feet, and was treated not only to the sensation of his very active, very flexible tongue wiggling around in my anus, cleaning it in a way toilet paper never could, but also to the sight of Josh's legs squirming, his prick twitching, and his knuckles turning white as he gripped my thighs, all evidence of how turned on he was getting from eating out my shitty asshole.
Only a minute or so later, I reluctantly raised up, reminding Josh that we had to get going. Looking up at me, he manufactured the most disappointed look he could muster, topping it off by poking his lip out; then he smiled, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, which now had a nice rich coating on it that just happened to be the same color as my shit. I just shook my head.
We started getting dressed but got only as far as our underwear when that image of Josh's shitty tongue reminded me that we needed to check each other's breath. So we breathed into each other's faces, trying to see how bad it was. But just like two people who've eaten onions or garlic can't smell it on each other's breath, Josh and I were unable to detect any obvious shit or piss odor on ours. We both knew it had to be there, though, so we rinsed our mouths out as thoroughly as we could with warm water, and Josh said that when we went back upstairs, all we had to do was eat some pickled herring because it would overpower whatever foul breath we had.
Once we'd finished dressing, we carefully checked each other out and left the exercise room, making our way back along the narrow corridors until we were again in front of the furnace. Then it was back through the door, back up the stairs and slowly, stealthily opening the door an inch at a time until we were able to slip back unnoticed into the reception room and hide behind the pillar. Josh's parents and relatives were all looking towards the main staircase to catch us coming down, so we were easily able to duck down, scoot over to the pickled herring and get a good couple of mouthfuls of it before standing up and walking around to let everyone see that we had returned.
When the departing relatives spotted Josh, they flocked to him like mother hens, hugging him and kissing him and squeezing his cheeks as if were a big teddy bear. And just because I was Josh's friend and standing beside him, I received my own share of hugging and kissing and squeezing. And through it all, whenever Josh and I caught each other's gazes, we would say to each other, in our own private telepathic language, "Today I am a man."
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