Date: Fri, 17 Sep 2010 09:41:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Doug Allen <nellagoud@yahoo.com>
Subject: naughty dirty tommy - 5

Hey guys,

Thanks for your comments. I think I'm probably done with this one after
this chapter because I don't like it when the story goes on and on, at
least this kind where it's mostly about the sex. (I really enjoy some of
the other stories here with more plot and genuine characters and
storytelling; don,t get me wrong.) So it's kind of long and things get
really far out there. It may or may not be your thing but let me know your
comments if you want. Hope you enjoy...



A couple days later Tommy was having a rough time playing volleyball with a
big group of boys. I hadn't seen him too much since our trip with Charlie
and Ryan to the pond, and now he was there, kind of sullen, but snickering,
not really participating in the game. One of the other boys I knew named
Robbie came up to me, frowning.

"What's up Robbie?" I asked. I was sitting alone, reading a book, watching
over everybody and making sure things didn't get out of hand.

"It's Tommy again," he said, and motioned over to him. Tommy looked our way
and smirked.

"What's the matter?"

"He won't play with us. He just kind of stands there. And - he...he
stinks!"

"What do you mean?"

"He smells like he needs to go to the bathroom or something."

Just then, another one of the counselors approached me, a guy named Nolan
who was a couple years younger than me. "Bill, can I talk to you for a
sec?"

"Sure." We turned from Robbie, who walked away, scowling a little bit.

"Tommy is making the other boys - uncomfortable. I think - well, I think,
he should clean himself up, and - start acting a little more
appropriately."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, I've been spending some time with all of them, and...Tommy - he
seems to get sexually aroused sometimes - I don't know how else to put it."

"Hmm." I felt bad for Nolan - he wasn't really comfortable with the whole
situation at all.

"Listen - I know that you can talk to him and that he clicks with
you. Maybe you can take him and - I don't know - help him get cleaned up,
have a talk with him, then he can come back for dinner with the other
boys..." He trailed off.

I paused and looked at him and said, "Yeah, sure. I'll make sure he gets
cleaned up. He's - well, he's just kind of a different sort, that's all."

I walked over a little ways to Tommy and called him. "Hey Tommy."

He looked over at me and then walked over to me. "What. What did I do you
now?"

"Nothing - let's blow this taco stand though - come on. Let's go for a
walk." The other boys watched. He looked back and them and scowled and then
came towards me. We walked away, not looking back. I could feel the relief
from the other boys. They didn't tease him - there weren't too many really
mean ones there that summer - but he just creeped them out.

We walked along the path away from the volleyball field, towards the staff
cabins. "Where are we going?" he asked.

"That depends," I said. "Did you maybe - have an accident or something?" I
could smell him a bit - he smelled kind of like - well, like poop. It
wasn't that strong, but it was there, if the wind blew your way, if you
were close to him.

"What do you mean have an accident?" He looked down, biting his lip.

"I mean - did you maybe shit your pants a little?"

"Fuck you!" he said. That surprised me a little.

"Listen - you're going to have to be a little more well-behaved with me,
Tommy."

"Make me!" He stopped in his tracks and looked at me. Let me refresh you:
Tommy is regular height, brown hair, brown eyes. He's a good enough looking
kid - a flashing smile, nice teeth, good build, a little bit of baby fat
around his belly - but he always smells kind of feral and always has his
face screwed up in kind of a naughty smile. His hair is a mess and is
usually dirty, and he wears weird clothes. Today he's wearing cut-off denim
shorts that are too small and a Mountain Dew t-shirt that has seen better
days.

"Tommy, listen - you come with me and do as I say and we can keep this
between us, okay?"

"Where are we going?"

"We'll go to my cabin and get it sorted out there - nobody'll bother us."
We walked along the path towards my cabin. The staff cabins were nestled in
the woods, and some had their own cabin and some shared one. Mine was a
single; I was lucky.

We walked for a bit and he trudged in front of me. The path dipped into the
woods a bit more, I stopped and said, "Let's have a look down there and see
what's going on."

"What do you mean?" he said, screwing up his face.

I said nothing and approached Tommy gently but quickly and took hold of the
button of his cut-offs, pulling on it. "Pull these down for me, Tommy."

"No way!"

"You can do it, or I can do it for you."

"But why?"

"I want to see what you've done there is all - come on - it's just us,
Tommy."

He looked down - he was genuinely ashamed and I had never seen him like
that before. He pulled on the button and undid it and slowly pulled down
his pants.

"All the way down - get 'em off for me."

"What?"

"Come on, Tommy, let's not take forever here."

He kicked them off, angry, over his sneakers. Now he stood in his tee-shirt
and his white briefs, with his sneakers on. I approached him and without
ceremony, grabbed the front of his briefs and pulled them down. He
protested with a - "Ttt - uhh!" under his breath, but stood still. His
penis was retracted and small. I kneeled down to get a better look.

"Bill!"

Sure enough, the smell of his dirty ass was stronger there and I opened
underwear a bit and could see some brown stains there, and even some solid,
dried out shit.

"Tommy - you shouldn't go around wearing these." He said nothing. "I just
mean that it must be very uncomfortable, no?"

"A little," he said, not looking up at me.

"What happened - did you just forget?"

"I hold it in."

"Why?"

"I don't know - I'm just doing other stuff I guess."

"That's okay, but - it's just not too good for you. When's the last time
you went?"

"Two days ago."

"Hmm..." I paused. "Okay. We're gonna take care of this, get you cleaned up
down there. Take off your shorts here already and then we'll head to my
cabin."

"But then I'll be naked!"

"Yeah?"

"But what if someone comes along and sees?"

"Well, then they'll see that you had an accident and that you had to change
your underwear and clean yourself up! And they'll see that you're my boy
today and you'll do as I say." And with that, I pulled down his underwear
to his ankles. "Come on - get those off and let's keep on walking." He
fumed a little to himself and then kicked off the underwear. "Pick them up
and bring them along - we'll figure out what to do with them."

Now Tommy walked just in his tee-shirt and sneakers and I was still in all
my clothes. It felt wonderful to finally have some power over this boy, and
I was very excited about his body - the way he smelled, the way he looked,
the way he was acquiescing to me. We walked in silence and approached my
cabin. I opened the door and we entered.

"Where should I sit?" he asked. I could tell he was nervous; it sounded
like his mouth was dry. I shut the door and locked it.

"Sit on my bed there."

"With my dirty butt?"

"I have to clean the sheets anyways. This is my cabin - I can keep it like
I want."

"That's cool," he said.

"Listen Tommy - you know I don't mind what you get into, and you know that
we're both - we're both kind of dirty sometimes." He said nothing and
looked down, his legs spread, his penis flaccid. "It's just sometimes
you've got to keep it a little more to yourself - most boys don't like that
stuff here."

"Yeah - I know. Sorry."

"It's all right. The camp is a big place. If you want to go off alone and
jerk off your penis in the woods, or do whatever - you can do it. But try
to keep it more to yourself - and Ryan I guess, if he wants to play with
you."

"And you?" He smirked.

I didn't respond. "Now - we're gonna clean you up."

"How?"

I had one of those metal coil heaters like you use to warm a baby bottle
down there; I used it to make my coffee in the morning - I can't stand to
even see another soul until I have coffee. I had several gallons of water
in jugs all the time in the cabin and now I plugged the heater in to the
one outlet and started to heat some water.

"Why don't you get your shirt off too." He paused and then obeyed. "And
your sneakers - I don't mind stuff from your body on my bed, but not from
those sneakers!" He giggled, unlaced the sneakers and took them off. The
water was heating up. He was naked now, with his legs spread, relaxed.

I could smell him in the cabin - his poopy underwear, his sweaty, dirty
body, and now his sneakers. "Geeze, Tommy - those sneakers!" I picked one
up and inhaled deeply. "Strong smell!"

Tommy snickered and said, "Bet you like it, perv."

"I don't mind."

He took the other shoe and put his face in it, breathing deeply. He looked
at me and smiled. "I like that smell too."

I unplugged the water heater and found an old washcloth. "Lemme smell your
sneakers too Bill," Tommy said, kind of whispering. I kicked my sneakers
off and gave him the right one. He put it up to his nose and inhaled.

"Is it stinky?" I asked quietly. I was getting hard.

"A little, but not like mine," he said. I looked down between his legs and
his uncut penis was raising and stretching, pulsing upward, extending out
of his dirty pubic region.

"Okay. While you do that, raise your legs for me. I'm gonna clean you." He
looked at the washcloth and at me, thought about it, and then lay back and
pulled his legs up. Tommy's dirty asshole was now in front of me, on the
edge of the bed, and he lay back, holding the sneaker, waiting. I smelled
his strong smell and felt lust for him. My penis was rock hard in my
jeans. His cock pulsed, standing up straight along his belly. "Spread those
legs a little for me if you can, Tommy."

He spread them, and said, "Careful down there," kind of timidly. When he
spread his legs, I saw that there was brown, dried out shit around his
hole, and that his anus was a bit red and inflamed.

"Tommy - does it hurt down here? You're skin is a little red and
irritated."

He whispered, "It's just - I itch it a lot I guess."

I slowly dabbed the washcloth on his hole. "Ahh," he said, tightening.

"Hurt?"

"A little. But it's okay - just go slow. Is it real dirty?"

"Yeah."

"Sorry."

"Don't worry about it." I dabbed slowly, removing the dry shit. His penis
jutted around; his small balls were tight. "So let me guess," I said
quietly.

"What?"

"You itch down there with your finger, and then you put your finger up to
your nose and smell. Right?"

He said nothing and I looked up and he was smirking. He held my sneaker
close to his nose and was still breathing it in.

"I know you do. You like the smell of your ass - you like that dirty
smell." He still said nothing. "Here," I said. I gave him the washcloth to
hold. It had streaks of brown where I had removed his shit and some solid
pieces of dried out poop. It wasn't that much really. "You can hold onto
that and sniff it if you want." He giggled and took it. I got up and went
to my dresser.

"What are you gonna do now?" Tommy said, holding the washcloth by his face.

"I'm gonna put something down there to make you less dry and ease that
redness a bit." I reached for some plant-based massage oil I had, with a
little eucalyptus in it. "Then we're gonna try to make a shit."

"What the fuck? What do you mean?"

"Chill out and like I said watch that mouth!" I was smiling though - I
couldn't really do the whole dominating disciplinarian thing. It's just
that he sweared like an 18 year old, not the 13 year old he was. "You can't
walk around without shitting, and if you're constipated, we're gonna get it
out before you go somewhere else and hold in your shit and make another
dried out mess in your pants. Now - keep 'em spread. This will feel good,
anyways." I came back to Tommy and put several drops of the minty massage
oil on my two fingers; its smell mixed with Tommy's smells. I rubbed the
oil around his anus and after a moment he sighed and quivered.

"Shit Bill - that's like - a cool feeling. Ahhh...What is that?"

"Eucaplyptus. It's kind of like mint. It's really good and nice for your
skin - after that cool feeling it kind of soothes it. You'll see."

"Oooo..." was all he said.

"So," I said, rubbing his hole with my finger, "What have you had in your
asshole so far, Tommy? Has another boy tried to put his penis in there? I
don't think so - you look pretty tight."

He giggled and said nothing.

"Come on - you can tell."

"I - I put stuff in there a few times."

"I'll bet you did. Your fingers?"

"Sure. Sometimes."

"Okay - well I'm gonna get my finger in there and see if I can help you get
your shit to come out, okay?"

"I don't know - what do you mean?"

"If I can get some of the oil in there and also stimulate your muscles,
your butt will want to start pushing out the shit that's there. Then you
can let it go and you'll be relieved, and it's more healthy."

"But - but what do you mean? Where's the shit gonna go?"

"Right here on the floor - don't worry about that. It's just shit and you
take it outside and throw it in the woods."

"Sounds crazy."

"Let's try it. Push out for me like you're gonna take a shit - and you know
what I'm gonna do, right?"

"You're - you're gonna stick your finger in my asshole."

"Yeah."

"M- okay."

He spread his legs some more and I got a lot more of the oil and rubbed it
around the entrance of his hole. I saw that he was pushing and pushed
lightly on the entrance of his hole. The front of my finger went in just a
bit pretty quickly but he winced in pain. "Stop - fuck. Fuck you! Stings."

I held it there and stroked his belly. "It's cause you're all irritated
there. Once I get past there you'll be used to it."

His penis was smaller now, retracted. "Yeah - I know. It - it's what
happened when I tried the other day."

"Where?"

He was silent, looking away. Then: "On the toilet in our cabin."

"Yeah? Do you masturbate there?"

"Yeah - sometimes."

"So - do you play with your asshole on the toilet after you take a shit,
and then play with your penis, and come like that?" He said nothing. "Here
- I'm gonna go further - you ready?"

"Yeah." I pushed a little further and he winced. I stopped. Then I pushed
some more and his legs relaxed a little after a minute or so. His hole was
tight around my finger and very hot. I slowly went back and forth once.

"Does that still hurt?" I asked.

"No, not as much." His voice was tight and contracted.

"Good. Does it feel nice?"

"It's all right."

"Why don't you take your shirt off for me, Tommy."

He pulled his tee-shirt over his head. I leaned down now and gently pushed
his arms over his head, then I leaned under his armpit and smelled. It was
a strong, sweaty smell. He giggled. "Your nose - tickles!"

"You've got a nice strong smell there, Tommy - I like that." I smelled some
more and pressed my nose aginst his underarm, my finger still in his ass. I
began to lick his underarm then, slowly, tasting it. It was salty. Tommy's
breathed pulled in sharply and he froze. I looked down and saw that his
penis was hard again, but a little smaller - my finger in his ass made it
that way somehow. It was very erotic to have my finger in Tommy's hole and
I wanted to explore his hole more and I wanted to taste it. "Looks like you
like that, Tommy," I said. "Your penis is quite hard. It looks very nice -
I like to see your dick hard like that."

He looked at me and smiled. "You gonna suck it?"

"Maybe - but first you're gonna do just what I say." I pulled my finger
then slowly out of his hole and he sighed and tightened a little. When my
finger slid out I examined it and there was some brown on the tip and a bit
along my finger. I held it to Tommy's mouth. "Suck my finger."

"No way!" He stared at it, not turning away.

"Why not? I know you do it when you're alone. Come on." I held it to his
mouth. He hesitated and then opened his mouth and looked at me. I placed it
on his tongue slowly and he closed his mouth and began to suck. I took it
out of his mouth. "That was really good. Do you like that?" I asked. He
said nothing. Then he took my finger again and put it back in his mouth and
sucked more, and looked up at me while he sucked. It felt so good when he
looked at me and I stroked his hair while he sucked my finger.

He took it out of his mouth then and said, "Put it in my ass again, Bill."
He wanted more of that taste.

"I will, Tommy, but first, stand up for me." I took his hands and gently
pulled him up. He stood in front of me now. "I want you to unbutton my
pants and pull them down." He reached forward, his hands shaking a
little. He fumbled with my button and then opened it.

"Your penis is so hard, Bill - it's getting in the way."

"Sorry."

He unzipped my fly slowly and it took a minute to get it past my dick,
which was pushed down under my briefs. Finally the jeans were unzipped and
he pulled them down. My penis was jutting out the bottom of my underpants
and a wet spot had already formed on my underwear. "Should I?" he asked.

"Yes, Tommy."

He pulled them slowly down then, and my penis popped forward, finally free
of the underwear. "Cooool..." Tommy whispered. My cock was hard and
pulsing, and there was liquid on the piss slit. "You're really horny Bill."

"Yeah - I'm really turned on by your body and the way you smell, and you're
such a cute guy, Tommy." I pulled him towards me and we embraced, his cheek
against my chest, my hard dick up against his belly. I kicked off my pants
and shorts and was naked now too.

"Now - squat down for me on your feet, Tommy," I said. He squatted down and
spread his legs a bit, his hard boycock jutting out. "I'm gonna go in there
with my finger again and loosen up your hole a little. I want you to push
like you have to make a shit. Don't worry, like I said, if something's
gonna come out."

"Okay," he whispered. I spit on my fingers this time and moved my hand
under his squatting hole. "Ready?" He nodded. I pushed slowly and my middle
finger was in. He sighed a bit and stared straight ahead. I started to fuck
his hole now with my finger, moving back and forth. "That feel all right?"
I asked. He nodded, his eyes half closed. "Look at your penis, Tommy," I
said. He looked down. There was a fair amount of liquid leaking out of his
piss hole, in steady drops.

"Whoa - that's a lot of that stuff," he whispered.

"It's because I'm hitting your prostrate. That's the part of your ass
that's hooked up to your penis and gives you pleasure there. It's all
connected." I reached down with my other hand and scooped up some of the
whitish, clear juice. I brought it to his lips. "Drink." He took my fingers
in his mouth right away and sucked, moaning a bit. I took my finger out of
his hole. "Clean my finger again, Tommy." He took my finger in his mouth
and sucked off the juices from his ass.

"I still taste that mint stuff," he said. I spit on both my index finger
and my middle finger now.

"Push out, Tommy - I'm gonna get two fingers in there." I reached under his
hole and rubbed around, and then pressed against there, opening him. Both
were in and again he froze. "It's okay?"

"Yeah - go. Just go slow." I pushed in slowly just a bit and waited,
stroking his dirty brown hair, holding him. He steadied himself on my leg
with his hand. I pushed in further. Slowly, I made it all the way in with
my fingers and then retracted slowly, and began to fuck him with two
fingers.

He was moaning now and bucking a bit; his penis bouncing around and leaking
still. "You - you're really fucking me Bill."

"I want you to push out, Tommy, and make that crap come out - that's what
we're doing here, remember." I applied steady strokes in his asshole, going
as far as I could with my finger. I watched his face tighten up and knew he
was pushing. Suddenly, his dick was spraying out a stream of urine and
precum as he tried to shit. It went onto my arm, his legs, and the floor.

"Shit - sorry!"

"I told you - don't worry. It's because you're trying to shit. Keep pushing
and let that stuff come out." I leaned down and kept fucking Tommy with my
fingers, as hard as I could now, holding my mouth close to his penis. "Push
out - I think you're gonna feel it coming soon. Tommy pushed, and now more
piss and pre cum came flying out of his hard penis. This time I was ready,
and closed my mouth around the tip of his cock. I drank in his juice and it
was salty and sweet all at once, like nuts - a strong protein taste with
the slight sharpness of his urine.

He drew in his breath and said, "Holy shit Bill. That's nasty. What's it
taste like?"

"Tastes really good. Tastes like you."

"Cool." I fucked him more and licked my lips. He watched his cock pulsing
around and then said, "I feel - I feel it coming - I think I can shit."

"Okay, keep pushing."

"I'm pushing - but you should take your fingers out!"

"Push a little longer with them in there," I said.

"Oooo - that feels funny!" he said. Then his dick sprayed a little more
piss and precum onto his belly and my arm. "Come on - take it out, Bill."
Suddenly I felt his shit against my finger, warm, deep in his hole. I
pushed in further and he moaned. "Ahhh - take it out..."

I pulled it out slowly. "Shit..." he whispered. "It's gotta...ohhh..." My
fingers slid out of his hole, brown with his shit. Right away, more of his
shit came out in a brown, hard bowel movement. "Owww - shit!"

"You're constipated - just let it come out." He closed his eyes and
winced. I watched as the big log slowly came out. It was thick and
impressive - he had been holding that one in for a while.

"Ahh - Bill. It hurts!"

"Here - this'll help take your mind off of it." I leaned down and again
took his small, hard penis into my mouth and sucked it lightly, licking it,
smelling the strong smell of his shit close by.

"Ooo - fuck!" His penis twitched in my mouth, and then I could tell he was
pushing more. Suddenly, he was really peeing into my mouth - there was a
stream of piss flooding over my tongue and I stayed there and took it,
swallowing, as he finally pushed the bowel past his sphincter. His urine
subsided to a dribble, and I backed off and looked down. Tommy was finally
done for now.

"Look what you made," I said. He looked down - it was huge, right below his
hole, sitting there on the floor - the nice big brown shit he had made.

"Wait - I'm...cramping. Gotta sit." I helped him adjust himself and sit on
his butt. He looked at the crap he made. "Wow - that was a big one. I can't
believe I just did it on the floor."

"You've never done that?"

"No - just outside. It's really cool. You're a fucking perv Bill. You drank
my pee."

"Lay down for me on your back."

"Why?"

"We're not done!"

He lay down slowly and now his face was pretty close to his shit. "Eww - I
can smell it strong now!"

"Yep." I pushed his legs up. "Hold 'em there," I said. He did what I said
now without hesitating. I leaned down and immediately began to lick his
anus. It was pretty clean now because the shit was so solid that had come
out. He quivered and bucked.

"Oooo - I wanted that for so long. Ryan won't do it. He says it's - gross -
". His words were staggered as I tongued his hole.

"But you like it, right - you like to have someone lick your asshole," I
said quietly, and returned to licking him.

"Yeah..."

"What do you like about it?"

He giggled. "Makes me feel like a baby or something. But kind of
dirty. Like you're gonna clean me up. Ooo Bill..." He squirmed. "My cock is
so hard. Will you suck it?"

"If you suck mine."

He giggled. "You mean like 69?"

"No - I want you to suck me first." I kneeled on my knees and my dick
jutted outward towards his face.

"O- okay." He positioned himself on his side and moved towards my penis,
taking it in his mouth, licking it with his tongue. "Man - all that cum
juice there!" he said.

"Lick it up for me, Tommy." He licked the tip of my penis slowly, looking
up at me.

"Is that good?" he asked, smiling, teasing me.

"That's amazing, Tommy. You're so good - you're so sexy."

"You like everything about me - you even like my poop!"

"Yeah..." I moved my penis a little more into his mouth and he made an O
with his lips and sucked. His teeth scraped me a little bit and I took it
out, slapping his cheek lightly. He giggled.

"You want me to be like your bitch or something, Bill!"

"Can I come, Tommy?" I whispered. I was ready.

"Are you gonna shoot your cum on my face?"

"What do you want?"

"I want to drink some. I'm ready." And with that he stuck his tongue out
and licked a little more. I began to jerk my cock lightly, patting his
tongue with the tip of my penis. I felt my orgasm approach. I held the back
of his head.

"Here comes Tommy. I'm going to feed you some. Get ready." My orgasm came
on intense and fast, and my dick hardened even more; it felt like a rock
that was going to explode from dynamite. And then the first shot came. It
hit his lips and nose. I was afraid to come right into his mouth. He froze
and simply kept his mouth open, with his eyes closed. My shots came out
onto his upper lip more and dripped into his mouth. I moved down to his
mouth now and he understood, opening it, slowing taking my cum-covered cock
onto his tongue. He gagged once, and then swallowed, holding my cock on his
tongue, getting used to the taste of my cum and the feel of swallowing
it. He opened his eyes and looked at me. "Fantastic, Tommy. Is that all
right?"

He nodded. "Good," I said. I went back to his lip and collected the thick
jizz that was there and scooped it down into his mouth. He licked now and
sucked, and didn't gag anymore. He looked straight ahead, as if in a
trance. I looked down at his penis and saw that it was completely hard and
bigger now, pulsing, shining with pre-cum. It was time to get him off.

I leaned down to his shiny cock and Tommy said, "Suck me Bill - please. I
want it so bad."

"I will - but I want to make sure you're done with your shit."

"Aw come on!" he said, and I spit on two fingers and pushed them slowly and
easily now into his boy hole. He moaned a bit. I began to fuck him with my
fingers. He looked at me with a mixture of lust and complaint and took
it. I leaned down now and finally began to suck his penis, fucking him all
the while. "Ooo - feels funny - with your fingers in my ass. Take them out
Bill - I'm gonna shit again..." I sucked quicker and he grabbed my head and
pushed it down on his cock with one hand. With his leg, he tried to push my
fingers out of his hole. He moaned and grunted and bucked around. I sucked
quickly and let my fingers out of his hole. He was shitting again now. This
was a smaller piece, and it fell out quickly.

"Yeah, Tommy - that's great," I said. I picked up the shit and it was
solid. I rubbed it around on his penis.

"Ewww!" he said, but he stayed and did not pull away. I held it to his face
and he backed away.

"It's just your shit - you like to smell it anyway," I said. I put it down
and now licked the shit off of his cock and resumed sucking, finding his
hole with my finger, playing with it now. "Come for me baby," I
whispered. He held my head again and was fucking my mouth as best as he
could.

"It's coming..." he whispered. He bucked once and held it there and I felt
his penis tighten, and freeze. I held still and waited. Then his first shot
fired into my mouth and I immediately swallowed it. It tasted so creamy
after the bitter taste of his shit. More came and I held onto him with my
mouth, milking him, careful not to bite him with my teeth. He was breathing
in spasms and whimpering a bit; I tickled his smelly, sexy asshole and
licked his balls. I let his thick cum stay on my tongue and then slowly
swallowed, feeling it line my throat. I moved down and licked his hole some
more, savoring the taste of the fresh shit he had just made. He spread his
legs now, giving me what I wanted, not hesitating anymore. He put his hand
on my head gently. "Thanks Bill. That was the strongest I think I ever
came. Maybe it was because of all that dirty stuff. It made me so horny."

"I'm glad, Tommy. It's good we got that big shit out of your asshole too."
He giggled. "Let's get it outside." I picked up the bigger piece
gingerly. "You want to pick up the other one for me?"

"Gross!"

"Come on - we're gonna clean up in a minute."

He said nothing and leaned down and carefully picked up the shit he had
just made with one hand. "Come on," I said, and opened the door with my
free hand. We stepped and descended the two steps and now were in the
wooded area next to the cabin. "Over here," I said, and we moved around to
the back of the cabin. There was hill about 10 feet from the side of the
cabin and I said, "Goodbye Tommy's shit!", and tossed it underhanded into
the woods down the hill. It landed with a faint rustle. Tommy laughed
quietly and followed my action. We stood there next to each other and I
leaned over and put my arm around his shoulder.

"Don't get all faggy with me perv," he said. "I don't wanna kiss you or
nothin'," he said, but let me ruffle his hair like I liked too.

"Yeah, but you don't mind smelling me right?" I said, and then pushed his
face under my arm into my sweaty pit, horsing around with him. He giggled
and the screeched a little, trying to get away. I held him there and then
he slackened a bit; I put my other arm around his neck and he leaned more
into my underarm, breathing with his nose. My penis began to stiffen
against his belly again. "You have to pee anymore?" I asked softly, leaning
into his ear. He giggled.

"I don't think so...maybe!"

"Go ahead and try."

There was a moment, and then I felt a dribble on my leg. It felt great. I
felt urine passing through my bladder and through my penis, and let it go
slowly at first to see how Tommy would react. It hit his belly and he
looked up in surprise, pulling away. "You fucker!" he whispered. I
stopped. Then he stood there still. I held him against me again.

"Just wanted you to see how it feels - it's nice and warm, right?" He said
nothing and moved his head against my chest, with his face back in the same
place nestled in my underarm. His penis was hardening against my leg.

"Do it again if you want," he whispered. I pushed my piss as best I could -
it was hard to not become completely erect, and I was not an expert at
pissing with a hard on the way some guys are. Still, I felt it coming up
and aimed it onto Tommy's soft belly. It came out in a thick stream and I
held him close as it ran between our bodies, my cock sticking upward. Tommy
looked down and said nothing. It ran on his belly and dripped down onto his
small patch of pubic hair. His cock was fully erect now. I stood back and
admired him. His belly, cock and balls were shiny with a sheen of my urine
and some of it dripped down his legs. His dick stood completely straight up
and he looked at my cock and the rest of my body hungrily. "Could you
shit?" he asked quietly.

"Probably. Why - you wanna see?"

"Yeah."

"You sure, Tommy? Won't that gross you out?"

"Maybe but I wanna see it anyways. Besides I did it so it's no fair if you
don't. Come on - make a shit for me."

I squatted and after a moment Tommy squatted close to me. I could still
smell his shit - it was on our hands and fingers. My cock was rock hard
again as was his. I took his hand and spit on his finger and he held it
there looking at me strangely. Then I guided his hand down to my hole and
he said, "No way - you want me to put my fingers in there?"

"Yup." I guided his finger in and he looked down and then pushed his finger
up. He slid around my outside a bit and then I directed him to the hole
with my hand and pushed out and he slid in. My cock jumped and clear fluid
seeped out. "Fuck me with your finger, you dirty boy," I whispered, and he
began to push upwards with his dirty middle finger. I pushed with all my
might and I stream of piss and precum sprayed out of my cock onto Tommy's
front, spilling down his chest and arm.

"Fucker," he said, and continued fucking me with his finger. I pushed more
and as the fluid dripped from my piss slit, Tommy edged closer. I knew what
he wanted but he was a little unsure so I guided his head towards my cock
and he leaned down and took it in his mouth slowly, tonguing it at first
and tasting my juice. He gagged just a bit and kind of burped and then
giggled. "Tastes like Ryan's stuff but a little more stronger - like metal
kind of."

"Ryan let you drink his piss?"

"I - I kind of tricked him into it." Hmm - I'm sure there was a story there
that was hot. I felt some shit coming finally - I knew it would be a hard
little piece.

"It's coming, Tommy. He fucked me a little harder to get back at me, not
pulling his finger out immediately. I dutifully moaned and it wasn't hard
to anyways - it was so hot to have that dirty little boy's finger in my
hole. I pushed more and then he pulled his finger out of my hole and when
he did that I splashed some pee and pre cum on him again. He didn't even
say anything now, but kneeled there, waiting, watching. I took his hand and
guided it beneath my butt. "Here comes Tommy," I whispered. He froze and I
felt the small piece of shit leave my hole.

"Ahh," he whispered. "It's in my hand!"

"Let's have a look," I said, and he brought his hand forward and we looked
at the shit. It was brown and solid. I leaned down and smelled it; he
snickered. He sniffed it a bit and then moved back. I looked down and his
dick was completely hard; I knew that even though Tommy was a boy, he was
as dirty as I was. I took the shit out of his hand with my fingers and
brought it to my mouth, brought out my tongue, and all the while looking at
him, licked it slowly, tasting its bitterness. He watched, transfixed.

"What's it taste like?" he whispered.

"You know - like yours. Kind of bitter. Strong. It's good to take little
licks." I held it to his face and he hesitated, then lent down and licked,
gagging a little, then resuming. He began to play with his boy cock,
tugging on it. I pulled the shit away from him and rubbed it now on my
chest, making streaks of brown, rubbing it on my nipples in
particular. Tommy stood back and watched with his mouth open. I pulled him
against my chest and placed the rest of the shit between my belly and his
chest, and began to rub against his body. He followed my motion. Soon my
belly and his chest were covered in shit. I stepped back and admired Tommy
and how sexy he was; he looked at me. I leaned down and began to lick his
chest and clean my shit off. He shivered. He fell against me and was
grinding his body against mine; I held him for a moment and then picked him
up in my arms; he continued to hump me like a puppy. With him still in my
arms, I bent down to the ground and carefully placed him on his back. I
spead his legs and leaned over him with my ass over his face and descended
slowly onto his penis, licking it and then licking his balls. He moaned.

"Suck me Bill..." I heard him say, and then I slowly lowered my ass over
his face.

"Are you ready to clean my hole, Tommy?" He said nothing and I positioned
my hole over him. "Lick it, baby," I whispered. I felt his warm wet tongue
on my hole and couldn't believe it. Then he was licking me and moaning
quietly and I returned to sucking his cock.

We went like this for a while and I held off on his cock, letting him lick
my ass, turning around to watch him. "Wow, Tommy - you are a hot boy," I
said. I stood up and turned around and now straddled above his neck, with
my cock over his mouth. He smiled and stuck his tongue out for me and I
jerked slowly, feeding him my thick cockhead. I began to orgasm. I stroked
his cheek and looked at him as I came, holding him lightly, pouring my
semen right into his mouth, and he swallowed immediately without gagging
now, watching me back with his wide-open eyes all the while. I milked my
cock with my hand and he lapped at the head with his tongue slowly.

I stood up. "How do you want it?" I asked.

"I wanna..." he hesitated.

"Do what you want, Tommy," I said gently and stroked his hair and held him
close. Slowly, timidly, he moved to my chest and nipples and began to kiss
and lick me there, tasting the shit that was still there. Then he was
sucking on my nipple like a baby and moaning, jerking his boy cock, and I
was in ecstasy, and he was jerking around and sucking harder, and shooting
his hot spurts of semen onto my leg and humping me, his hot, sticky dick
sliding around. I held him close and he continued to suck and lick me and I
felt his heartbeat against me. Then there was just the rustling of the
leaves from a sudden breeze and we were finally done.