Date: Mon, 3 Nov 2014 01:32:08 -0800
From: Ryan Michael <ryanjasonmichael@ymail.com>
Subject: Best Christmas Present 6

THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS SEXUALLY EXPLICT ACTS BETWEEN AN UNDERAGE BOY AND AN
ADULT MALE. THIS STORY IS NON-FICTIONAL, ALTHOUGH LOCATIONS AND NAMES HAVE
BEEN CHANGED FOR SAFETY REASONS. IF SUCH MATERIAL IS OFFENSIVE TO YOU OR IS
ILLEGAL FOR YOU TO READ OR POSSES THEN PLEASE MOVE ON. ALSO THIS STORY HAS
SOME GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF BODILY FUNCTIONS, IF THAT IS GROSS TO YOU THEN
PLEASE MOVE ON. IF YOU ENJOY THIS STORY AND THE OTHERS ON THIS SITE THAN
PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO DONATE SO THIS GREAT SITE CAN STAY ONLINE. IF YOU
WANT TO COMMENT YOU CAN EMAIL ME AT RYANJASONMICHAEL@YMAIL.COM

The Best Christmas Present I Ever Got Part VI

	The drive from San Francisco to Los Angeles can be a long and
boring one. From San Jose to the L.A. county line there's not much to see
other than farms. It can also mean long stretches of nowhere to stop and
relieve one's self, which with a 7 and 6 year old boy can be quite a
challenge, because they are still in that no I don't need to go potty to
that I need to go really bad phase, and can't control it like older boys
can. We had made a rest stop about 45 minutes earlier when we first got
into the long straight stretch of road between Northern and Southern
California. We were coming up to another stop, and one in which I was about
at the point that I could use another tank of gas, so I pulled off, and as
I was filling up escorted the boys to the bathroom. I told both of them I
don't want to hear it you both are going to at least try and pee, and try
they did both only managing to squeeze out a few drops from the hairless
nice creamy white with tan lines just above and around boy penises. We got
back in the truck and started to make our way home, me knowing it would be
about another 40 miles till we could stop, and would get a proper
meal. About 30 minutes in Jimmy let out a yelp that he needed to go poop
and now. I told him he need to hold it for about 10 more minutes, and he
said he couldn't. I told him he had no choice, but the thoughts from the
night before continued to race through my mind. Seeing his hole covered in
brown fecal matter and how much of a turn on that was. The only that I
wished was that there was a remote place for us to pull off so we could
show little Davy how much fun dirty poop play could be. Jimmy meant it when
he said he couldn't hold and needed to go now, as it was about less than a
minute later that the entire car was engulfed with the smell of what Jimmy
had just dropped in his pants. The car reeked of his odor and as much
complaining as Davy did I couldn't have been harder knowing the mess that
was in Jimmy's pants and who would be responsible for cleaning up that
mess.

	Fortunately the next exit had a Wal-Mart along with several
restaurants, which meant taking him into the men's room and getting him
cleaned up would be a lot easier (of course still the thought was in my
mind of how hot it would to have Jimmy standing over me his legs spread,
Davy's little head bobbing up and down the shaft of his penis, as he shat
on my chest and I jacked off). The Wal-Mart that we went to had a family
restroom, and I figured clean up would be easier in there than in the
actual men's room. We went and bought Jimmy an exact replica pack of
underwear to the angry bird ones he had on and went to get him cleaned
up. When I saw the mess that he had dropped in his pants it made me wish
even more that there had been that place to pull off, but instead I figured
that cleanup would be funnier if I used my tongue and did so as Davy gave
him a blow job.

	Once we had gotten Jimmy as clean as could be we grabbed burgers at
one of the restaurants at the rest stop. After dinner was done we would
finish the long trek back home. The boys would last about another 30
minutes in the car before they both past out for the night in the
backseat. I spent the last hour of the drive in silence thinking just how
lucky I was to have such a special boy like Jimmy in my life, and thinking
how much I would miss him if I didn't get to be at his school the next
year. I decided right there that there was no harm in telling a little
white lie to my boss, and tell her that I wasn't going to have a parking
pass the next year because of cost and that I'd need to be able to walk to
work, which was only possible if I stayed at the same site.

	The rest of the summer went by lightning quick. I went a few times
to lunch with my brothers and Jimmy and his mom. Fortunately my boss had
decided on her own that there was no real need for me to be at a different
site, so I would get to stay at the same site with Jimmy and even Davy. I
went back a few weeks early to be there when Jimmy started school, but we
were still out. I would end up taking him home from school every single day
that year as his mom had gotten a promotion and had more responsibilities
at the hospital. I know the change upset Jimmy because he got to see even
less of the one parent who had constantly been there for him. On the upside
we got to spend tons of alone time with each other, and had lots of
fun. However, before I knew it was June yet again and I was graduating. I
was uncertain about my future. Certainly I didn't want to leave everyone I
had met the last 5 years at school. Some kids were younger than me and
still had one more year, but then I was ready to be a big part of my
brothers' lives once again like when they were even younger and little
boys. They were no longer the little boys that I had left 5 years ago, and
while certainly the relationship between us had changed in what they needed
from me I was still their big brother and most importantly their role
model. Plus, I knew it wouldn't be long before they no longer thought their
older brother was cool and wanted nothing to do with me, and while I wasn't
hesitant to move back home I wanted to be as much a part of their life as I
could before they no longer wanted anything to do with their older
brother. Jimmy and I had over the last year and half formed an amazing bond
and I often thought of him like a third little brother, but inside me I
still knew that chances were eventually we'd get caught, and I needed to
distance myself from the most special boy I had ever met. Plus, if nothing
else I knew it was only an hour between my parents and where Jimmy
lived. However, it would be not long after my graduation that Jimmy dad
would terminate his parental rights, finally allowing his mom do to what
she always wanted to do, which was move closer to her mom and dad in
Kansas. About three months after I graduated right as he was ready to start
4th grade Jimmy and his mom would move, and that would be the last time I
ever saw and heard from that oh so special boy.