Date: Sun, 9 May 2010 00:46:43 +0200
From: Doug Allen <nellagoud@gmail.com>
Subject: Dirty Sweet Robbie

Hi Guys,

Thanks for reading and I welcome comments!

Robbie and I had been hiking for an hour or so and he needed to relieve
himself. We were on our way back to the campsite but wouldn't be there for
another half hour.

"I gotta go, Ben. What do I do?" Robbie calls me by my first name. I'm 35
and Robbie is 12, and this is the first time we've camped together. I've
known Robbie and his Mom Debbie for a few years. He went to school with my
kids before my divorce. Debbie is divorced too and we're both single now.
My ex and my two kids are an hour and a half away and Robbie's father
doesn't show up as often as he should; he's an alcoholic and can't get
sober. I used to babysit for Robbie and he's too old for that now but I
still spend time with him. The camping trip was my idea and Debbie thought
it was great. We headed upstate to a campgrounds I knew, nestled in a small
mountain with a stream. It was the beginning of July.

"Just go here - I already told you that. What else can you do?" I asked
him.

"But I don't wanna do that." He looked down. Robbie is skinny with brown
hair that's always a little greasy and his eyes are sharp and darting, like
a surprised animal. He's beautiful and I'm smitten with him. Since he has
grown a little more, I can't control my feelings for him and think of him
sexually every time I'm with him. When we watch T.V. together on the couch
at his place, he nestles up to me and I feel his bony body against me, and
I'm hard, just like a teenager all over again. I feel guilty because his
Mom trusts me, but I also think that he's probably gay or bisexual, because
he gives me lots of attention and is always falling onto my lap and rubbing
against me like a cat every time I come over. I'm conflicted because of his
age of course, and feel like a pervert.

"You either hold it in or you do it here," I said. "Like I said - nobody
cares anyways. There's naked people all around here." It was true. We were
in a 20 mile trail that led around a small mountain range, and 5 miles of
it was unofficially a nudist spot - there were some nudist swimming holes
and a stretch of the trail where you'd find people walking along with just
their boots on, or completely naked. There were two distinct swimming holes
in fact - one was family oriented with moms and dads and their kids, and
the other one was a gay pick up scene - mostly older bear guys, they looked
like college professors or truck drivers, all types - with the occasional
younger dude walking by, ready to get plenty of attention.

"But..." Robbie trailed off and looked down.

"What's the matter?"

"I gotta shit."

"Well then shit!"

"Right out here? That's gross!"

"Let's find a spot off the trail. Come on, let's get this over with. You
shouldn't hold in a shit." He followed behind me and I stepped off the
trail. We moved through some small trees and found a pine bed in a clearing
that was shaded. It was cooler there and pleasant. The only problem was the
mosquitos. I got bit. "Damn," I said and slapped my arm. "Hurry up!"

Robby stood there. "How do you do it outside? I don't want to shit on my
shorts."

"Take 'em off."

He stood there looking down, blushing a little. "I'll do it too, for Pete's
sake, Robbie. Let's both take a crap." I pulled off my shirt and threw it
on the ground and he watched me. I kept my boots on and slid down my shorts
and underwear and Robbie watched me silently with his mouth open and his
eyes wide. "You just take 'em off, but you keep your boots on," I said.
"Your turn."

He hesitated and then started to take off his shirt quickly, like he had
resolved to do it. He got to his pants and undid them and looked up for a
minute, unsure. "Go ahead, Robbie, doesn't matter what you've got down
there." He unbuttoned his khaki shorts and pulled them down with his
underwear. Robbie's penis was kind of small with just a brush of hair -
puberty was just underway. I felt a rush of tenderness and a rush of blood
as well to my groin and had to stifle it. Robbie's penis was uncut and
beautiful. It was sticking out a bit and it was hard to tell whether he was
aroused or nervous or just what. I tried not to stare. "Now you can squat -
like this." I squatted down on the ground. He did the same, across from
me. "I can probably shit now - it's been since yesterday," I said.

I'm pretty good to look at - not much extra fat, not too much hair - not
that I don't like hair on a guy; just describing myself. I've got some
pretty good muscles but not too much - good chest and some definition in
the arms. I swim and run. Still, I don't know how anyone looks when they're
squatting down taking a shit - I mean, that depends on what you like to
look at, whether you like that. So there I was in front of Robbie. He just
stared at me, squatting, with just his hiking sneakers on. I pushed for a
minute and some piss spurted out of my dick. Robbie giggled. I smiled and
looked at him. Then he started to pee as well, looking at me, kind of
wide-eyed like he was doing something naughty. "There you go. Now, you
think you can let out that shit finally?" I asked.

"Yeah, probably," he whispered. I pushed a little more but didn't feel any
shit coming, just some more pee. It flew out in front of me and Robbie
continued to watch me. Then he looked away and peed some more and I saw the
poop coming out of his hole. I tried not to look but couldn't help it. It
was so sexy, with his thin body squatting like that, concentrating on his
shit.

"There you go," I said. "That's a big one!" I said, and whistled. He peed
some more, and his penis started to raise. I knew the feeling - the great
feeling of shit inside your ass as it moves through and out, the feeling of
relief and pleasure , the tickling feeling in your prostrate as well. He
looked down at his dick as it raised and his shit fell out; he was
done. His dick hardened and he stayed squatting, looking up at me
unsure. "It's okay - don't worry about your boner," I said. "That's a good
feeling, to get the shit out of there." My own dick was pumped up a bit and
Robbie looked at it, smiling. I didn't want to get hard in front of him,
but it was not easy. I stood up, and pulled on my shorts. I threw my
underwear in shirt into my backpack. Robbie looked at me, still
squatting. I found his underwear and picked it up. There was a big brown
stain on it. "Aw man..." he said, his head down. "I tried to hold it."

"I told you, you should have just gone when you had to go, Robbie. Now
you've got poop on your underwear." He stayed there, silent. "For now, just
keep your pants and your underwear off. You can go nude, just with your
shoes. We've got to clean your underwear, and your butt too."

"But what will everybody think?" he asked, nervous.

"They'll think you're naked. It's okay here."

"But you're not naked. It'll look weird."

"Who cares what's weird?" I said. "People will know you're with me and
you're my boy, that we're buddies." With that I ruffled his hair and pulled
him up by his arms. He had lost his hard on. I could smell his poop and I
liked the smell; it was Robbie's poop and it made me excited to smell it
and look at it. "Come on," I said, and grabbed his clothes and put them in
his backpack.

We continued down the trail for 20 minutes or so. Robbie seemed content
after a while with just his backpack and shoes, like he had gotten used to
it. I let him go ahead of me after a while and admired his beautiful, lanky
body as he trudged along the path. We heard footsteps ahead and Robbie
moved to the side. Two older guys came our way and passed. They were
bear-types - grey hair all over, a little pudgy, naked, with just walking
sticks and hiking boots. They weren't too bad to look at and smiled when
they saw us, particularly at Robbie, of course. "Hello there," said one of
them, looking at me.

"Howdy," I said. "Good hike?"

"You bet!" said the other one. Robbie hung back on the side of the path.
"Come on, Robbie, let's keep on moving!" I said.

"Good day to be naked, that's for sure - good for you son," said the first
one. Robbie came forward and smiled but held his head down. We continued
walking. "Have a good one, guys," I said.

"The same," the second said, and they continued looking and smiling as we
walked.

It was sunset when we arrived at our tent. There was no one else around and
we stayed outside for a while, while I made a fire. We cooked hot dogs and
Robbie had put on his dirty underwear even though there was shit on it,
because there were some other people walking by, and where we were camping
wasn't really a nudist spot. We played Frisbee for a while in the small
clearing by our tent, and I smiled all the time, looking at Robbie, letting
him know I enjoyed his body. He smiled back, obviously really enjoying the
attention. It was a happy evening, for sure, for both of us.

The sun had set an hour ago, the mosquitoes were out and the fire was only
coals. I said, "Should we head in the tent? I'm getting bitten here."

"Yeah, me too," he said.

We headed inside and set up the sleeping bags, opening them. I turned on
the small lantern we had. As soon as we were in there, I noticed that
Robbie smelled like a goat. He was never good at showering; it was
something Debbie was always admonishing him for - he either didn't do it
enough or he didn't do it right. I could smell his sweat and his body
smell, and a little bit mine, and it smelled great. "Time to clean you up,"
I said. "Otherwise you're gonna be itching your ass all night." He looked
at me and swallowed.

"What do I do?" he asked, his voice a little shaky.

"Lie on your back and pull your shorts off for me again," I said. I reached
for our water bottle and waited. He pulled off his shorts and I said,
"Gimme those shorts." He gave them to me and waited, not looking at me,
self-conscious now. "We'll use your shorts since they're already dirty. I
took them up to my nose and sniffed. "Pee-U!" I said and laughed.

"Stop it! No fair," he said.

"I'm just joking." I said. "I don't care about your poop smell. I like the
way you smell Robbie - you're my buddy and it's just a part of you." I
swallowed as soon as I said it, hoping I wouldn't freak him out.

"What do you mean?" he said, lying there with his small, retracted penis.

"Well, I don't know - it's like, we're buddies, so I don't mind that stuff
with you. It's just a part of you."

He smiled, not looking at me. "My mom always says I don't scrub enough in
the shower. I know I get stinky sometimes."

"Don't have to worry about it around me. That's just your natural smell."

He lay there for a while and said, "I...I like the way you smell sometimes,
Ben."

"Cool," I said, trying to sound casual, smiling. "What's my smell?"

"It's like...it's a man smell. Like spicy and sort of sweet."

"Right on." I said. "Raise your legs up and hold them with your arms and
I'll clean your asshole." He looked at me for a second and then did what he
was told. I dabbed a clean section of his underwear on the water bottle,
and held his ass with my hand. I wiped his hole slowly. It was small and
streaked with dark brown. I smelled his poop smell again and now I was
hard, filled with desire to take him, but I remained cool.

"Ah," he flinched. "Stings".

"Easy." I said. "That's 'cause you're not washing right down there, Robbie.
"You've got to get that out of there, or it will stay there and sting you."

"Yeah, but I couldn't wipe today."

"Mm, yeah - but tell me honestly: do you always wipe?"

He didn't say anything.

"I'll bet you don't wipe all the time, right?"

"Well, no, maybe not."

I continued dabbing his hole and saw that his penis was stiffening. It was
raising, protracting and unfolding before me, like a small animal. Robbie
and I looked at it, and looked at each other. I smiled, continuing to clean
him. "I think I know just what's up. I think you like to be a little dirty
down there!" I said.

"No way!" he said quietly, still looking at his penis.

"Yuh-huh!" I said back. He was hard now. "It's okay. Some guys like that
stuff down there - like me, like how I like your smell. It's cool."

I put down the underwear now and massaged his hole with my finger. "Do you
like that?" I whispered.

"Yeah..." he said slowly, spreading his legs more. "That feels so cool,
Ben. I can't believe I'm doing this stuff with you."

"Just don't tell your Mama, and don't tell your Dad or he'll come after me
with his shotgun. And don't tell nobody else. Okay?"

"I won't tell nobody," he said quickly. "I promise."

"Go ahead and play with your pecker," I said. He looked at me and then took
his small, hard penis in his hand. It was probably a little over three
inches. I had not seen a boy's penis since...since I was a boy. It was
basically a smaller version of a man's, or his was at least. But it was
harder, like it was poured in bronze or something. It was shiny and a
little darker than the rest of Robbie; it was just beautiful. He pulled on
himself like boys do, with two fingers and his thumb. "That's nice, Robbie
- you've got a nice hard penis there."

He looked at me and smiled, and continued jerking himself. "Will you - do
more stuff on my hole?"

"Have you had anything in there ever?"

"What do you mean?"

"Anything besides shit?"

"No!"

"You know it feels good to have something in there."

"You can't try to buttfuck me!"

"No, silly! I mean a finger."

He played with himself slowly. "I don't know."

"We'll see - no rush. For now, check this out." I spit on my index and
middle fingers and put my finger on his hole, rubbing the spit around
there.

"Ahh...ooo! That's dirty!" He played with himself more.

"Yeah, but you're a dirty boy and I'm a dirty guy." He giggled a little
bit. He continued jerking and was breathing faster now. "I feel it coming,"
he whispered.

"Push out like you have to take a shit," I whispered.

"What?"

"Just do it."

I saw his belly muscles tighten and at that moment I pushed my pinky on his
sphincter and it opened. "Ahh!" he said. He tried to back up and push off
but I held him there.

"Hold on!" I whispered. He pushed against me which only made my finger go
in further. I was beyond his ring and he moaned.

"No fair!" he said and stayed still.

"I'm in there. How's it feel?"

"Weird! It's like I'm crapping but the crap won't go out. It's like at the
doctor's."

"Go ahead and jerk now." He resumed jerking his cock and I moved my pinky
around his hole. I could feel the contractions of his little cock on my
finger and it felt great. He started to breathe faster again now. I started
to move back and forth just a little in his hole.

He sighed when I did that and moaned. He pulled with his fingers at a
faster clip and said, "Mmm...mmmm," and his whole body was trembling. I
felt his ass close tightly and stay, squeezing my finger. Then he was
coming. There were three small shots that came out of his shiny small
dickhole, and the landed around his belly. His cum was almost clear. It was
beautiful. He squeezed me with his ass, contracting.

"Beautiful, Robbie - that was a great cum."

"Thanks," he whispered.

(To be continued)