Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2017 05:27:21 +0100 (CET)
From: z.blake@tutanota.com
Subject: Henry in the Hiney

HENRY IN THE HINEY
By Zachyboy
M/b, b/b, oral, anal

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The following story is a work of fiction. There are plenty of real Henrys
out there, and they each have their own remarkable hiney. Heck, some are
even worth our close-up attention.

But the story below is just about a little fake Henry and his little fake
hiney. No hineys were harmed in the making of this Henry.

If you like Henry, and if you like hineys, here's the tip jar. Shake it,
don't break it.

http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html

On with the show.

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Henry David Chalmers was a great fan of his hiney, because things went into
it, and things came out of it.

For the purposes of our story today, we won't dwell too much on the things
that come OUT of Henry's hiney, because then we lose our family-friendly
rating, and end up in over in that more digestively-specific category where
things come out of people's hineys ALL the time, usually to excess, and
from time to time even edibly.

That's not to say we don't have great admiration for that category in
general and its brave contributors, or that Henry himself didn't frequently
pull down his pants and contribute to it himself in the woods. He certainly
did – gladly – and he made no moral judgments on any of his friends
who wanted to watch him.

In fact, on one memorable occasion in front of four spellbound classmates,
he hung naked upside down from a medium-sized tree branch and accidentally
contributed all over his own chest and neck, something that's still talked
about in hushed tones in the 5th grade to this day.

Yes, I think it's safe to say that Henry David Chalmers hiney was an
entrance AND and exit, but we'll save the exit part of our story for a
different day and a different category. Perhaps that forthcoming chestnut
will be titled something along the lines of "Henry: Number Two." You hear
me out there, Josh Terrence? I got a special for you, cupcake!

Nah, this first entry will be vanilla, not chocolate. We'll simply zoom in
on the many interesting things Henry liked to put INTO his hiney, which as
we all know, is a boy's best friend and special treasure chest when he
fills it with items and people he likes. Discretely and regularly.

Yep. Let's talk about 11-year-old Henry David Chalmers and the myriad of
things in the course of a month you might find him putting into his
hiney. His naughty little hole.

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One of the first things you might find going up inside Henry's little hiney
are his own fingers and objects around the house, which seems fairly
obvious, but if you don't mention it right up front, people think you're
skipping a step in the character development. Honestly, you people are
literary tyrants.

I think a lot of us probably put things up our hineys when we were Henry's
age. I'd love to hear what you used to stick up yours when you were a
kid. Whoof, would I ever.

I used the plastic handle of my little sister's jump rope once. I greased
it up with a ton of Vaseline and got it all the way in me. Getting it out
again was another story.

I shoved in in too far, too fast, (because even back then, I LOVVVVED
things up my hiney), and with all that Vaseline I coated it with, eeek,
pow, I accidentally blooped it right past my inner sphincter like a god
damn suppository, and there it stayed, hooked past the point of no return.

I had the whole god damn trailing rope hanging out of my back door
obviously, but I was too afraid to yank it back out because the plastic
handle was all scratchy on both ends. (My little sister chewed on things).

Anyway, I walked nervously around the house for two hours one Saturday
morning sniffling and sobbing while the rest of the family had gone out for
breakfast, with my little sister's jump rope dragging out of the end of my
ass like some deranged pre-pubescent cast member from the revival of "Cats"
before I got brave enough and time-conscious enough to realize everybody
was coming back pretty soon and it was now-or-fucking-never.

So I gritted my teeth, sucked up my courage, chafed up my rectum, and ick,
fuck, even bled a little as I slowly, wincingly, tugged that scratchy damn
handle back out the way it came in. Note to self. No more chewed jump
ropes.

Anyhoo, that was a buzzkill. Sorry about that. Get your cocks back out.

This isn't a story about Zachy's dumb hiney. This is a story about Henry's
much nicer one.

In addition to each of Henry's ten fingers, sometimes solo, sometimes in
pairs and trios, here are some of the other things around the house Henry
commonly sticks in his hiney.

One bottle of purified drinking water, or at least the top part until it
gets too thick.

All eight of his little sister's jumbo crayons. The red one was
particularly worn down on the end and felt the best. The red one stayed in
his hiney for most of the day.

His mother's pink hair brush. Not pink after that experiment.

His dad's crescent wrench, which was clenchingly cold but surprisingly
pleasant.

The end of an unpeeled banana, which hurt and felt scratchy.

The end of a peeled banana, which just smooshed apart but was good while it
lasted.

A peeled cucumber which felt so good Henry was hooked on cucumbers for the
next fifteen days.

"I've never seen a kid eat so many cucumbers," his mom said to his
grandmother as Henry peeled one at the kitchen sink, and smiling politely,
took it off to his room and shut the door. "I can't keep enough of them in
the house anymore," his mom shrugged.

"He's a growing boy," his grandmother said. "His father liked cucumbers
too."

Not the way Henry liked them.

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The second thing you might find going up inside Henry's hiney is his Uncle
Michael's big middle fuck finger, each and every time Uncle Michael comes
in from El Paso and stays in the guest room upstairs next to Henry's room.

Now this one, Henry's not supposed to talk about, because he's been told
it's very VERY special and very VERY private.

"Our little secret, right sporto?" his uncle says to him more often than
not with beer on his breath as he wiggles his finger up Henry's tight
hiney, and jacks his hard cock over Henry's little dick and balls with his
other hand. Straddles him, fingers him, and shoots on his dicklet.

Uncle Michael's been putting his big middle fuck finger up Henry's little
hiney hole since Henry was 9.

At first, Henry pretended he was still sleeping when his uncle came in to
play with his hiney. He felt him tug down his pajamas, then pull down his
undies, then twiddle his twig a little, then head straight for his
hiney. Henry squeezed his eyes shut and pretended he was still sleeping.

Henry understood right away that the best way for a kid to find out what a
grown-up wants to do to a sleeping kid is just to keep pretending you're
asleep and see where it goes.

In the case of his uncle's fat fuck finger, It went straight up Henry's
little hiney with a little bit of spit and a whole lot of beer breath.

Eventually, around the third or fourth time, Henry was forced to wake
up. There's only so much fat fuck finger you can take up a 9-year-old hiney
before it makes your eyes pop open and you make a little squeak. His uncle
pushed too far one night, and that was the clincher, Henry woke up. They
were both relieved to find out Henry was an excellent participant during
waking hours too.

So, now they do it all the time. Uncle Michael fingers his hiney, he sucks
a little on Henry's cock, he licks all over Henry's little tummy, feet and
armpits and balls, and then when he's ready, he jacks his cock and shoots
his sperms all over Henry's dickie and stinky-smooth taint and Henry's
little ball sack, still tugged-up close and not even swinging yet. Then
Uncle Michael licks it all up, so Henry can go to bed perfectly
clean. Uncle Michael cleans up his own mess when he's done and Henry sure
appreciates it.

They've been doing it for two years now. Last time he stayed over in the
guest room, Uncle Michael fingered Henry's hiney and whispered in his ear,
"Next year I'm gonna fuck you in here, sporto. You're not quite old enough
to do that part yet, but after your next birthday, I think we're gonna try
it."

Henry just nodded. "Sounds like a plan." And then Uncle Michael scooted up
to his face, told Henry to "be a good boy and open real wide," and put his
cock in Henry's mouth again. This was a new one. They've only done this
part six times so far.

But Henry's already real good at it by now. He's even real good at
swallowing the sperms that his uncle shoots into his mouth and down his
throat. He gagged the first three times and felt like throwing up a little,
but now he just swallows it. Quick and fast with his eyes closed before he
can think about it, he swallows it down like the good boy he is. Henry's
adaptable.

"Gonna fuck your mouth and pretend it's your ass," Uncle Michael grunts,
holding his head. "Gonna pretend I'm giving it to you up your pussy hole,
sporto. Good boy, cocksucker. Here it comes, baby. MMMM! CUMMING!! Eat it,
Henry!! Feast on it, fucker!!!!!!!! EAT IT ALL UP, HENRY!!!!!!!!!
NNNNGGGGH! UGGGGGGG!!!!!"

Henry gulps and Henry does.

His burps taste funny afterwards, but Henry eats it all.

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The third thing you might find going up inside Henry's hiney is Chester the
dog's pink little tongue.

Henry already knows that tongues on his hiney hole feel pretty damn good,
because Uncle Michael showed him that part right from the start.

But because his uncle only stays over maybe once every other weekend, Henry
started looking at Chester the dog with a whole new curiosity. Chester was
half Pekinese, half miniature poodle. Peekapoos, they call them. And it
turns out they're pretty good at licking a boy's hiney.

Now, we have to tread carefully on this topic too, like we did at the
beginning when Henry's hiney was and entrance AND an exit.

When you start writing too much about peekapoos and hineys, you run the
risk of winding up in that more zoologically-specific category where people
have relationships with horses and big German Shepherds. Family pets get
knotted up in people's rectums in those stories like the jump rope from
"Cats" got knotted up in mine. I didn't even KNOW dogs had knots until I
accidentally stumbled into that category one day and it took me 14 minutes
to find my way back out again.

Anyway, dogs and boy hineys are tricky business to pull off without a
hitch, so I'll try to make it quick. Suffice it to say, Henry has no idea
what a knot is, he's never gone all the way with Chester the dog, because
Chester's only a little peekapoo and that would be silly. Henry towers over
him, the poor little fella. There's no way a peekapoo can top a little
bottom boy, which Henry by now almost certainly is.

However, Henry did discover while lying in his bed one night after his
uncle had gone back home and his hiney was feeling lonely, if he laid on
his back with his jammies and his undies around his ankles jacking off,
Chester the dog did not necessarily object to poking his little wet nose
into Henry's fragrant hiney hole, and finding the aroma extremely
dog-friendly, before you could leash him in the back yard, out came the
tongue.

Before Henry knew what was happening, he was on the receiving end of some
pretty enthusiastic canine analingis, all courtesy of Chester, who seemed
to think that Henry's nether regions were tastier than a full box of Milk
Bones and a hamburger that accidentally fell off the grill.

But we'll leave that one for another day. Let sleeping dogs lie, you might
say. Or in this case, let NOT-sleeping dogs lie. Because Chester and Henry
were both wide awake when it happened, believe me.

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What are we up to now? Four?

Yes. Four.

The fourth thing you might find going up inside Henry's hiney is his friend
Peter's peter. Henry finds it funny and ironic that the first peter that
ever went up his butthole belonged to a boy whose actual name was Peter.

And even more ironically, Henry's hiney was the first hiney Peter ever
stuck his peter in.

Henry's known Peter since there were both 9-years-old and in 3rd
grade. Back in those days, Peter only liked to lick buttholes like Chester
the Dog. In fact, he was so good at it, he had a nickname in the
neighborhood. It was Peter Peter Butthole Eater. It was a nickname
well-deserved.

Peter ate everybody's butthole back then. He was the starring-boy
butt-licker on Morningwood Way. Starring or starving, you didn't know
which.

Peter Peter Butthole Eater licked Henry in the hiney, he licked Rexxy in
the hiney (Hi Ho!), he licked Dylan in the hiney, he licked Patrick in the
hiney, he licked Duncan in the hiney, and he even licked Riker and Riley in
the hineys and said their buttholes tasted like Frosted Flakes.

Everybody took his word for that last one, because Riker and Riley were an
odd couple of kids, and nobody wanted to get close enough to their
buttholes to confirm their connection to Kelloggs.

For two-and-a-half years, all Peter ever wanted to do was lick Henry's
hiney like Chester the dog, which was fine with Henry because it feels good
to have your hiney licked. If you don't believe me, have somebody lick
yours. Do it right now, and I guarantee you'll suddenly forget to read the
rest of this story.

Then all of a sudden one day, Peter turned 11, got some little sparse pubes
over his peter, decided he'd had enough of licking kids' buttholes for a
while, (which of course was his specialty, but hey, times change), and
feeling experimental one day when he was off his afternoon Ritalin dose, he
yanked Henry's pants down and fucked him on the spot. Sometimes there's
really no warning when a kid pulls a game-changer. Early onset puberty will
do that sometimes.

Henry didn't mind. By that time he'd had his Uncle Michael's finger up his
hiney for two years anyway, (and a grunting, swear-word, promise for more
as soon as he turned 12), so he was eager to try a cock on for size. And
Peter's peter was just the right size to try in him first.

You start with the smaller ones and you work your way up.

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The fifth thing you might find going up inside Henry's hiney is enemas. But
again, we'll gloss over.

Henry discovered them by accident one day when Peter peed up his hiney hole
a little, (well, MORE than a little), and it turned out almost as messy as
that day hanging upside down on that medium-sized tree branch in the woods.

After it all gushed out in a mess he had to explain to his mom, (he blamed
diarrhea), Peter told Henry you could buy REAL enemas at CVS Pharmacy that
weren't made of pee, and Peter's mom squirted Peter FULL of those fuckers
last summer when Peter was suffering from severe consecration, whatever
that was.

Anyway, Henry saved up his allowance and tried out a few. First he got the
little ones that said Fleet on the box, but never being a dainty boy, he
quickly moved up to those big rubber bulbs that were big as a grapefruit,
and well whoof, what can I say. A temporary love-affair was born. Those
bulbs were an eye-opener.

He lost interest in the project after the first couple of months, but I
think it's safe to say for at least a 60-day stretch in there somewhere,
Henry, who had his own private bathroom with a lock on the door, had the
cleanest hiney in town.

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And the sixth thing you might find going up inside Henry's hiney is –
(and please, dear God, let's stop at number six, otherwise this'll turn
into a mullti-parter, and you all know how bad I am at finishing those)
– the sixth thing you might find going up inside Henry's hiney is his
brother Marcus's penis. Marcus is a 15-year-old sophomore in high school
and his penis is the biggest thing Henry's had in his hiney to date.

The reason Marcus starting putting his penis inside Henry's hiney is
because Marcus opened Henry's bedroom door unexpectedly one day when nobody
was home, and he saw Peter putting his peter inside Henry's hiney, and boy,
that gets a 15-year-old borther doing the math pretty quickly.

Marcus figured what's good for the goose was good for the gander, and if
Henry could take Peter's peter up his hiney, well, chances are good he
could take Marcus's peter at least partially too.

Turns out there wasn't any partially about it.

Henry took Marcus's peter right down to the root. It blooped right up there
like a non-scratchy jump rope and the two brothers took to fucking like
ducks take to water. And nobody's ever written about fucking a duck that I
know of here, so feel free to use that for your own private sequel if you
fancy the category with the horses and the big German Shepherds.

Once when Marcus was fucking Henry in the hiney, Henry's friend Rexxy
walked in on them doing it. (Henry really, REALLY needs to remember to lock
his door when his hiney's in play).

Nobody else was home, so Rexxy just let himself in, and before Marcus could
pull out his boner out of Henry's hiney (he was only about ten strokes away
from shooting his juice, so there was no way in hell he was stopping no
matter who walked through the fucking door), Rexxy walked in and helped
himself to a close-up and said, "Holy cow! Just like my dad does to me!
Hi-Ho! You guys gotta meet him!"

Well, that got things started. Before you know it, Marcus was cumming in
Henry's hiney. Then he took a turn cumming in Rexxy's hiney, then Henry and
Rexxy sucked each other's mini-cocks for a while, then Rexxy put his tadger
up Marcus's hiney, but it kept slipping out so Marcus just sucked him, and
before it was over, everybody's hiney was pretty-much sore, but they all
had very nice smiles on their faces.

And now I'm out of time. My assistant Betty is clearing her throat, which
means I need to move on to my next appointment. "Vodka in the Virgin," or
whatever convoluted mess I've gotten myself into with this endless alphabet
nonsense. Betty! HELP!

Anyway, sorry to leave you with your dicks hanging out. Uncle Michael
fucking Henry will have to be Part 2, and Henry and Rexxy getting
double-fucked by Rexxy's dad will have to be Part 3.

Ha! Just messing with you guys. You know I never come back and write the
sequels. Suckers.

Oh well. Write me and let me know what you liked to stick up your butt when
you were a kid. If we get enough entries, who knows? We could launch a
memoir.

Anyway, that's the rundown of all the fun things that have (so far) gone up
inside Henry David Chalmers' delicious little hiney.

But hey, he's only 11 this year. Give him another year or two, and who the
fuck knows.

He might make room for YOU!

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