This is all fiction. It would be insane for these two people to actually exist, or do such things. Don't read it if you'll be offended by the topics listed in the title. Write me at tracysmith20022002@yahoo.com, if you'd like to discuss the story.
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Standing in front of the occupied toilet, I pulled down my zipper, and let out my average sized, 7" long, but thick cock. Tommy sat impatiently on the toilet, his own small tightie-whities and jeans puddled around his feet as his short legs rocked back and forth, his bare heels clinking against the white porcelain. He was otherwise naked, his ten year old boy body like a luscious meal that I could never get enough of. His tiny, pink, almost imperceptible nipples were stiff, but I wasn't sure if that was from the slight chill, or his excitement at the nasty things we were going to be doing.
I straightened out my semi-hard dick, as I was more interested in where it would be aimed then, than in Tommy fitting his hot mouth over it, as he would inevitably be doing at some point. I had a bladder full of piss that I had promised him, and I didn't want to go back on my word to my own son.
"Tommy, are you ready?" I asked, with some little amount of concern. I didn't want to force his initiation into piss play, though I sincerely hoped he would come to enjoy it as much as I did.
"Gosh yes, dad! I've been holding mine in all day, so we could both share. I can't wait to feel you pee on me, and, you know...."
"In your mouth, yeah," I said. "When I asked you about it in bed last night, your little dick got as hard as steel. You even came just from me talking about it." His own little dick was currently a hard 4", sticking up at a 45 degree angle out of his crotch as the dirty, sexy picture of what we were going to do filled his little boy imagination. I knew there was no way he was going to be able to piss with that stiffy, so I could take my time teasing him. Still, I was just as anxious to taste his pale yellow piss, as he was to taste mine.
He looked a little sad. "But my wee wee doesn't shoot out all that nice white jelly that yours does, not yet, anyway. I like the way your sperms taste and feel and smell when they're on my tongue, and I like sharing them back with you when we kiss."
I leaned down to kiss him again, and as our lips met, I savored the fruity taste of the candy he'd just been sucking on, and my fingers wrapping lightly around his little cock, loving the heat and hardness of his not-yet manlike penis. I farted as I was bent over and Tommy giggled, which caused him to accidentally release a small series of smaller farts himself.
We both inhaled the lovely perfume from our asses, and our kiss became more passionate. I felt Tommy's small fingers wrapping around my thick cock, him milking me, as my tongue entered his small, hot mouth, past his luscious, ruby colored lips. A few drops of my urine leaked out of my piss slit, and dripped down his hand, leaving a little yellow trail against his downy, suntanned arm. He gave a small cry of joy at feeling his father's hot piss running over him, even if it was only a small spurt, and prematurely at that, and he brought his hand to his face to smell, and taste.
"It smells like the ocean, if the ocean was hot, dad," he said, looking up at me with that small boy grin. "Mmm, and it tastes like the ocean, but hot," he said, with the certainty of a small child.
"Well, yeah, because it's pretty much the same thing, son," I said. "As a matter of fact-"
"C'mon dad, I really wanta drink your piss, and then cum in your mouth! Can we get goin'?"
"Um, sure," I said, as I raised up, placing the wet tip of my boner into his eager mouth. I had trained him on the proper way to suck a man's dick, his lips covering his teeth. I slid my cock deeper into his mouth, then back out. There was no way I could let him catch my first hard whiz deep in his throat, it would choke him. I released the pressure holding my ureter closed and the first shy drops of piss entered his mouth.
The salty, yellow liquid slowly filled his virginal young mouth, like filling a bathtub, then Tommy gulped, the accumulated pee flowing back over his tongue, where he could savor it once again, then coursing in a hot stream down the back of his throat, while the smell of my steaming piss filled his nostrils. Tommy moaned with pleasure at having his father both fucking his boy mouth, and pissing there, too. His hand with its small fingers, caressed my velvety sack of balls, while my cock filled him so thoroughly. His hand even ventured further back between my legs, and toyed with my smelly ass hole, perhaps hoping to feel a turd he knew must be waiting for him there.
I gradually let my stream of pee grow stronger, the flow making an audible rushing sound as it raced over his tongue and gums. I was so proud of my boy for keeping his little mouth in place, as I filled his tummy with my pee. Finally, though, my flow subsided, and I let loose a long, loud fart. "Looks like I'm gonna have to take a shit, too, Tommy," I said. "Do you think you can take it?"
"I think so, dad," he said, bravely. I turned around, my pale ass over his lap.
"Watch daddy's asshole," I said. I wanted him to see how my asshole pooched out at first, followed by the brown head of my turd as it bullied its way out of my anus, my grateful offering for my son's pleasure. "I see it dad," he said. "It's all dark brown, and big...and it stinks!" he exclaimed.
"Catch it in your hands," I said. I felt him arrange his tiny hands between my ass cheeks. As the turd completed its journey, it fell to a safe landing in his hands.
"It's all hot, and gooshy," he said. I had at least two more large turds, and they exited similarly, slimily slipping into his already full hands. "Umm, they stink so good, daddy!" he said, excitedly.
"Go ahead and suck on one," I said, turning around and getting on my knees before him, then taking his cock into my mouth. With him concentrating on tasting my shit, his hard on might go down a little, then he could piss in my mouth.
Sure enough, as soon as he felt my lips on his hard little cock, Tommy's pee fountained out into my mouth, the taste of boy piss that I had enjoyed with neighborhood boys, I was now enjoying with Tommy, the fruit of my loins. His pee had a refreshingly fresh taste, like all the other parts of his body I had enjoyed so much, and I was looking forward so much to the load he had in his bowels, waiting for me.
I looked up and Tommy was transfixed with pleasure, his cheeks bulging with the long cylinder of shit he was cramming in, coating his tongue, and gums and even his normally pearly white teeth, now stained a muddy brown. He was slowly chewing and macerating the offering from my butt, not in reluctance, but rather because he was enjoying it so very much. I watched him swallow, my lips still partly on his dick, as he'd finished pissing in me. His little adams apple bobbing up and down as he consumed my hot and tasty shit, then smiling down at me brownly.
"Oh god, Tommy, I want to eat your shit so bad!" I exclaimed, thrilled at his loyalty and dedication to pleasing me. He hopped off the toilet and said, "Where do you want me, daddy?"
"Let's do it in the bathtub, honey," I said, taking his soft, warm hand, dwarfed inside my meaty paw. We both stepped over the edge, then I sat in the tub, my back supported by the back of the tub. "Back yourself up, sweety," I said, gazing at his small, round, pink ass cheeks, with the big red ring from the toilet seat framing his pink, puckered anus so prettily.
Tommy backed up, straddling my body, looking over his shoulder like a driver backing up his car, his cheeks and mouth still quite brown and slimy with my crap. Finally, he had his cute little ass mere inches away from my hungry mouth, and I said, "Go ahead, baby, let loose your bottom muscle, like you're pooping." Right after I said this, I immediately clamped my lips to his tiny hole, my tongue slipping inside his hot rectum to ease the way.
Out popped two medium sized turdlets, filling my mouth with the distinctive taste and flavor of my baby boy's ass fruit. I began chewing the already soft shit pieces, when two more larger pieces slipped down his rectum to further fill my mouth. The stink was incredibly strong, and quite pleasant. I quickly swallowed the remnants of the first gift, then began working on the two latter pieces, which were harder.
Fortunately, that was all that Tommy had for me, so that none of his lovely shit went to waste slipping out of my mouth. When he felt that his bowels were empty, Tommy's little cock gave four or five short spurts of his hot piss, all over my legs, then he turned around and lay in my lap, snuggling in my arms, as I slipped my index finger up his shit-covered, tight little anus.
"I love you, daddy," Tommy sighed, offering me his lips for a kiss.
"I love you, too, baby," I whispered, pressing my warm lips to his, precursor to our later love play in bed.