Date: Thu, 29 May 2014 18:26:42 -0500
From: T.E. Miso <theeroticmisogynist@gmail.com>
Subject: Thomas Sniffs A Butthole

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       The nose of twelve year old Thomas Riley crinkled as he took a
suspicious sniff of the bare bottom in front of him.  He was leaning down,
behind his new friend Billy, a year younger than him, who was bent over the
sofa cushions with his spider-man briefs tangled up around his knees.  In
the still silence that surrounded Thomas, the sound of his hesitant sniff
sounded deafening, and he felt himself blush, and then leapt back a bit
when a deep voice grunted loudly and said, "Nah dude!  Not like that!  You
gotta get in real close and get a good whiff, right on the hole.  That's
the good pussy smell."

The deeper voice belonged to Paul, who was a freshmen at the local
community college, and the ubiquitous face behind the counter at Slot Bots,
the local arcade, used game, and comic store in the small town Thomas grew
up in.  When the older male used the word pussy it made Thomas' stomach
turn flip-flops, the same way it had when not a half hour earlier Paul, who
had been nestled in a pile of preteen boys all evening on a couch in the
back room of the gamestore, had suddenly declared after losing a close
fight in Mortal Kombat, "Dude!  Somebody smells just like pussy!  It's
distracting me!"

Thomas, along with a half dozen other boys his age, were all at the
gamestore that evening for a Friday Night Lock-In.  It was a program the
gamestore put on in the summers to give tired parents a break from their
obligations, and to give bored boys a night of video games, Magic the
Gathering, and male bonding.  Most of the boys knew one another from around
town, but surprisingly, except for Tim and Jake, the only thirteen year
olds, none of the other boys were good friends.  So naturally, the evening
centered around Paul, the official chaperone and only person all of the
boys felt they knew well.

After his declaration, Paul had looked to the other adult in the room, his
friend Chris, a fellow community college student with bright red hair, and
said, "Don't you smell that Chris?"

Thomas had thought Chris looked confused, but when Paul insisted, the older
teen had quickly nodded and took a big breath in through his nose, "Oh yea!
You're right Paul.  It DOES smell like pussy."

Thomas and the other younger boys suddenly felt like they were drowning in
sexual tension.  None of them knew quite what to do.  They'd become more
comfortable with each other over the course of the evening, as they felt
out who was good at what, and who was funny.  And it was Paul who had
suggested a penalty for the losers in a game match or card battle of
sniffing the winner's foot.  That had brought laughs and a physical
closeness to the budding group.  But when the two older boys used the
p-word, one of the forbidden words, it took things to a whole new level.
The boy's warily made eye contact with each other, not knowing whether it
was alright to laugh.  But when Paul pinched his nose closed with one hand
and made a `peeewwww' sound, it ripped the curtain aside and the boys one
and all fell over giggling madly.

In the half hour that followed, Paul had set about wrestling the boys off
the sofa, rolling around till everyone was redfaced and grinning, and then
announced everyone would have to strip down to their underpants to get
pussy inspected.  It took the boys a few more awkward moments, but one by
one, their shirts came off of creamy white chests, and their pants slid
down skinny soft legs.  Until one and all, they stood around in their white
y-fronts, and cartoon plastered boybriefs, and rolled up maroon
boxer-briefs, trying not to let it show how excited and grown up they all
felt.

And of course, everyone was convinced they weren't the pussy boy.

Paul had announced that Chris was an expert about all things pussy, having
had more than a dozen of them in his life.  This made the group of preteens
stare at the shorter college freshmen with wide envious eyes.  There were
several mumbled, no ways, or too cools.  And then, one by one, the boys had
to stand in front of Chris, who leaned close over them and made a show of
sniffing them one by one.  Thomas felt a tighteness in his tummy that
spread quickly, like heat, to his groin.  He had been very next in line to
be sniffed when Chris had suddenly leaned back and declared, "Oh Billy!
It's definitely you!  That's pussy stink no doubt."

Billy's protests were drowned out by an immediate explosion of laughter and
boyish jeering.  Billy, one of the youngest boys, had turned bright red,
and covered his face.  It was Paul, being surprisingly tender, who had put
an arm around Billy while shushing the others and told him how cool it was
that he smelled like pussy.  He said it was super rare, and super cool to
be a pussy boy, and that he was jealous of Billy.  By the time he was done
praising him, Billy, though still flushed, was smiling in spite of himself.
Thomas noticed that Paul had his other arm resting right over the
spider-man logo on Billy's butt.  After the room grew quiet again, still
restless with the energy of horny boys who still didn't know what it really
mean to be horny, Paul had said, with a small smile, "Hey Billy!  I have an
idea.  Would you be willing to help out the other boys?"

Thomas didn't know what was coming, but that heat and tightness seemed to
be collecting between his hips, wriggling inside his pelvis.  He shifted
from foot to foot anxiously, as Billy, looking first at Paul and then the
other boys, said quietly, "W-what do you mean?"

Paul pulled Billy closer, tucking the boy up under his armpit, which Thomas
thought made Billy look even smaller than he already did.  Paul cast a
sidelong glance to the other boys in the room as he said, "Well Billy, I
bet none of these boys know what a proper pussy smells like.  And I was
thinking...since they look like they might be old enough now, that you
might help them fix that...you know...let them smell your pussy?  Just so
they know what it's like.  You know, like practice pussy."

There were several gasps in the room, including, Thomas thought, one from
Chris near the wall.  Billy blushed again and then said, "B-but I don't
have a pussy..."

Paul laughed and then patted Billy's pert eleven year old rump and said,
"Sure you do!  All boys got one.  Sooo...whaddya say boys?  You wanna know
what real pussy smells like?  Or you just wanna go back to playing games?"

There was silence in the room, and Thomas thought the scent of sweat, kind
of sweet and heavy, like in a lockerroom, was beginning to fill the air.
Finally Jake, one of the two eldest boys at thirteen said, "I...I kinda
wanna know..."

Quickly his friend Tim added, "Yea me too!"

There was a chorus then of agreement, and one boy even said, "C'mon Billy!
We wanna smell your pussy!", which brought heavy laughter, and even made
Billy smile.

Finally, the younger boy nodded and arrangements immediately began, which
was how twelve year old Thomas Riley found himself dressed in nothing but
his old white briefs, bending into the plump bare boy butt-cheeks of an
eleven year old.  At Paul's urging, Thomas leaned in again, definitely
noting a certain tangy odor.  He was still just sniffling a little bit,
afraid in some way that this was actually still all a joke and that at any
moment Paul would let the ruse drop and would humiliate him forever.
Instead, with his eyes closed, what Thomas realized was that a powerful
musky sweet scent that was very familiar but intoxicating and new grew
suddenly powerful, like the smell of a baking apple pie when the oven door
is opened.  He moaned in spite of himself and opened his eyes, and realized
he was gazing at the wide open buck naked butthole of Billy, whose perky
little cheeks were being held obscenely wide by Paul's enormous hands.
Paul was watching Thomas watch Billy, and the look on his face wasn't one
of impending cruelty, but was instead almost tender.  As Thomas leaned
closer in and the tip of his nose just accidentally brushed Billy's moist
pucker, which twitched tightly closed and brought a giggle from Billy, Paul
sighed and said, "Yea, that's it little dude.  Nothing like that first
whiff of pussy.  You like it?"

Without any ability to stop himself, Thomas nodded his head, and took two
more big sniffs, then stepped back, standing up and reaching down to grab
at his cock, which was raging stiff now.  He didn't even realize he was
doing it as he stepped aside to let the next boy in line kneel down behind
Billy.  He could still smell that scent on his nose.  He couldn't quite
place that lingering smell.  But he knew it smelled wonderful, and that he
had smelled it before.  His mother came briefly to mind, but she smelled of
flowers and chemicals and something more sour underneath it all.  He didn't
like the way his mother smelled.  He brought his fingers up to the tip of
his nose and smeared that smell around a bit.

Then it hit him all at once.  Thomas knew where he had smelled the smell
before.  He felt his throat grow tight, and he rubbed his nose more
vigorously, trying to rub that smell away now.  He felt tears welling up in
his eyes and not knowing what else to do, he turned and quickly slipped out
of the back room, into the main store.  The room was dark around him, and
the shelves full of comics, action figures, and old video games loomed
high.  The moonlight poored in through the cramped glass door, and along
one wall the flickering of classic arcade machines cast a digital firelight
glow on the empty room.

Thomas stomped away and twisted his fingers up in his short, feathery brown
hair, and began to mumble to himself.  It took him a few minutes to realize
he was not alone, and when he looked up, he saw the tall figure of Chris
standing in the doorway.  The older boy's voice, somehow softer and lighter
than Paul's, asked, "Hey...Thomas right?  Are you ok?"

Thomas felt suddenly humiliated, pacing around in nothing but his
underwear, standing in his favorite comic book store.  He turned his back
and hugged his arms tight around his stomach, hoping Chris would go away.
He was startled when he felt a warm arm wrap around his bare shoulders, and
he turned quickly but found Chris kneeling next to him.  The older boy had
red hair, and in the dim light his green eyes glowed like a cats.  Thomas
bit his lip, and still said nothing.  Chris finally said, "Was the game too
much for you?  Did Billy smell bad?"

Thomas flushed and shook his head.  He didn't know why he wasn't trying to
pull away from Chris.  The college boy was basically a stranger.  But it
felt nice, and Thomas could feel the hard muscles beneath Chris' warm skin.
He shivered a bit and then Chris said, "Well if you liked the game...why
did you leave?"

Thomas frowned, and then said quietly, "I...I recognized
the...y'know...the...uhhhh...the p-p-pussy smell."

It was hard for Thomas to say the word, and he felt immediately like his
father would charge out of the shadows brandishing a belt.  However, all
that happened was that Chris gently tightened his grip on Thomas and said,
"Oh yea?  Where did you smell it before?"

Thomas felt miserable, but he also felt like he couldn't keep from saying
it.  He lowered his eyes and looked at his toes, curling them nervously
into the thin carpet as he said, "M-me.  My butt smells like a pussy.  I
think."

He waited for Chris to laugh, or to punch him, or to run go tell the
others.  After a long moment though, he felt that teenage arm slide a
little lower, over his small shoulder blades, and down onto his lower back,
as the older boy almost whispered, "You want me to check for you?"

Thomas felt the tight heat blossom in his tummy again, and he looked up at
the older boy.  They felt so alone now, together, and Chris' eyes seemed to
almost glow as they stared steadily at Thomas, making the younger boy feel
dazed.  He looked back at the door to the back room, and the small box of
light peeking out around the frame.  He then shrugged his shoulders as he
looked to Chris and said, "OK, but...you can't tell anyone if it does."

Chris grinned and rubbed his fingertips down Thomas' spine as he said,
"Promise."

And then Thomas felt himself maneuvered, turned to face a nearby shelf,
full of this week's latest comics, the masked eyes of his favorite heroes
staring up at his lithe white body as Chris bent him forward at the waist.
Instinctively, Thomas put his hands on the comic rack, and held his breath
as he felt his briefs tugged down.  They puddled around his ankles, still
warm with the heat of his private parts, and he gasped aloud when Chris
reached up to cup his twelve year old butt.  His breath came in short
gasps, as his butt was kneaded and then pulled apart.  He felt his butthole
twitching as it was exposed.  He bit his bottom lip.  Then he felt warmth
and knew Chris was doing it; sniffing his butt.

The sound of it was slight, and Thomas could barely hear the sniffing over
the sound of his own blood rushing in his ears.  It seemed to take forever,
and then Thomas felt one cheek released to half-cover his hairless pucker.
He looked back and saw Chris was cupping his chin with a strange look on
his face.  He found he couldn't take waiting and said, "Well?  I-is it...is
it a pussy?"

Chris frowned and kept his eyes trained on that boy-butt, as if deep in
thought and then said, "Well...I can't say for sure.  It might be."

Thomas winced, "W-well how can we tell for sure if I have a pussy for a
butt?"

Chris sighed, and Thomas felt the puff of air on his butt-cheeks, which
tickled, and made him aware that his cocklet was so hard it was twitching
now, all three and a half inches, the foreskin rolled back to expose his
bright red helmet.  But it wasn't his penis he was worried about.  After a
long and dramatic pause, Chris said, "Well, there are some...other tests I
could perform.  To make certain.  But you couldn't tell ANYONE.  I'd get in
hella trouble if anyone knew I did the secret tests on you.  Boys your age
aren't supposed to know about the secret tests."

Thomas felt his heart leap and he said, "I won't tell I promise!  Just find
out for sure.  Please!"  Chris smiled at Thomas, his green eyes glowing,
and then said, "OK, but let's go over here behind the counter, so anyone
passing on the street can't see."

Without waiting for agreement, Chris swooped Thomas up into his arms, and
held the naked boy like Tarzan carrying away Jane, the boy's bare legs
draped over one arm, and his slender back nestled against the other.  In
the walk the boy's now unnecessary underpants fell to the floor, and Thomas
actually grinned a little, both nervous he might have a pussy instead of a
butthole, and also strangely excited to be doing secret things with the
tall, kind red-headed college kid.  When they got behind the counter,
Thomas gasped as Chris laid him on his back on top of the cold glass of the
display case.  Thomas had expected to be set down, but it seemed Chris was
just interested in getting him out of view of the door, not out of view
entirely.  He craned his head up awkwardly, and looked at Chris, who
reached out and gently ran his fingertips over Thomas' chest and belly,
causing the boy to shiver involuntarily.  Quietly, Thomas said, "W-what's
next?"

Chris smiled and without speaking, gently pushed both of Thomas' knees wide
and then up till they were almost in the boy's armpits, leaving the boy
naked and spread eagle on the display counter, his rump split open like a
ripe fruit, the sweet center exposed to the fresh air.  He nodded, "Keep
your knees back.  The next best thing to smell is taste.  So...I'm gonna
eat your butthole out and see if it tastes like a pussy."

Thomas dutifully hooked his arms behind his knees, and drug them up to his
chest as instructed, and barely registered what Chris had said the next
test would be before a hot wetness spilled down the crack of his ass,
racing right over his pucker and drawing forth an unstoppable and almost
obscenely loud moan from the twelve year old.  Thomas felt almost paralyzed
as Chris' tongue wriggled in his buttcrack and he finally gasped,
"Ohmigosh...ohmigosh...what're you doing?!"

Chris, who couldn't take his eyes off of the way Thomas' pucker spasmed
hungrily when he leaned back enough to speak, said, "I'm just tasting your
butthole.  Is it ok?  Do you want me to stop?"

Thomas had almost said yes, when Chris leaned back down and began to
vigorously grind his tongue into the boy's posterior.  All his protests
melted.  For a long moment there was nothing but shuddering gasps and the
wet slurping sound of Chris' testing.  Thomas didn't realize it felt so
good that he was pushing himself open, unconsciously, until he felt a
sudden new sensation and jerked a bit, crying, "Oh!  Chris!  Y-your tongue
went up my butthole!"

Thomas blushed as soon as he said it, but Chris leaned back and just said,
"I know baby boy.  It's ok.  I gotta taste it all."

The taste test went on then for quite some time, and soon Thomas felt
Chris' tongue up inside of him so far, he wondered if Chris was part lizard
or frog.  But he felt relaxed, and warm, and his whole body tingled.  He
didn't realize he was trembling until Chris' hands slid up the backs of his
quaking thighs and the older boy rested his spit-soaked chin in the right
cleft of the his pelvis and asked, "You doin' ok?  How does it feel?"

Thomas didn't feel as ashamed anymore.  He felt disappointed Chris had
stopped, and curious what more they could do together.  He panted as he
said, "I...I feel ok.  K-kinda funny.  My tummy and my...y-you know...my
weiner...they feel tickly.  I-is that ok?"

Chris grinned and surprised Thomas by leaning down and giving his penis a
peck on the tip before he said, "It's perfectly good.  But...I'm afraid I
still can't tell if your butthole is a pussy or not just by the taste.  I
guess I'll have to do the next test.  If you still wanna know that is..."

Thomas didn't know whether he cared about if his butt smelled like pussy
anymore, but he definitely wanted to know what the next test was, so he let
his legs go and propped himself up on his elbows and said, "Yes!  I...I
wanna know.  You can do the next test now.  Ok?"

Thomas didn't realize how eager he sounded, but he knew Chris's smile got
bigger when he said yes, and he sighed as the older boy rubbed his large
hands up and down his small legs, and he relaxed as Chris gently maneuvered
him so that he was laying on his side on the display case.  He let the
college boy bend his legs up so that he was laying in the fetal position,
with his butt hanging almost all the way off.  He giggled a bit when Chris
wormed one of his fingers into his groin and then tugged his throbbing boy
erection backward so that it hung out from between his closed thighs, along
with the loose but small wrinkled sac of his scrotum.  Thomas was surprised
though when Chris reached up and ran the tip of a finger against his lips,
saying, "Open up so I can get it wet."

Thomas didn't even think, he just parted his lips and let that digit slide
into his mouth.  It made him feel funny to have that finger rubbing back
and forth on his tongue, and he thought it tasted salty but really good.
He was almost sad when it drew back, slick with his own saliva.  Chris used
his non-wet hand to spread one of Thomas' cheeks up, exposing him to the
air again, as he said, "The next test means I have to actually stick my
finger up your butt.  It might feel weird at first, but if your butt is
really a pussy then you'll have a g-spot, like all girls do.  Except when
you're a pussy boy, it's called a p-spot.  Don't worry, if you have one and
I find it, it feels really good."

Thomas was nervous when Chris told him what the next test was, and he felt
his hole tighten up reflexively.  Then he felt that wet fingertip gliding
across his moist pucker, and he shivered again.  There was slight pressure,
and then more gliding, and then more pressure.  After a few moments of
this, Chris almost whispered, "Relax little dude...it'll be fine..."

At the soothing tone in Chris' voice, Thomas felt his chest grow tight with
emotion, and he relaxed into one of those glides, which turned all at once
into pressure, and then Thomas realized Chris' finger was inside of him.
He grunted, and then groaned as that digit pressed passed his tightened
muscle.  Chris immediately began to stroke up and down Thomas' back with
his free hand, shushing him, "It's ok little dude, it's ok.  Just push out
and relax...you're doing great."

The soft encouragements made Thomas hungry to please Chris.  There was a
little bit of discomfort, but really, actually, it felt nice.  In a weird
way, it made him feel like Chris really liked him, to have his big finger
wiggling around inside of him.  He realized Chris had begun moving his
finger in and out, and twisting it a bit.  Whenever there was pain, Thomas
would bite his lip and bear it, and then it would pass, and he would just
feel full, and warm, and tingly all over.  He didn't realize his toes were
curling, until Chris said, "Whoa Thomas!  Look at those piggy toes curled
up.  Feels good huh?"

Thomas blushed but then looked back over his shoulder at Chris and nodded.
The college student grinned then and said, "OK, hang on, if you like that,
this is gonna blow your mind!"

And then Thomas' world became electricity and pleasure.  At first he didn't
know what happened.  Only that something between his thighs shocked him and
then melted him.  It was hot and wet.  It was the feeling of Chris running
his tongue over Thomas' dangling scrotum and bent-back hard-on, before
sucking that painfully erect little cock into his mouth, just as he twisted
his fingertip and bent it forward.  There was a feeling then like Thomas
had never felt, or even imagined he could feel.  It was like Chris was
touching his soul.  He trembled and bucked, and ground back on that finger
and moaned without thinking, "Oh god yes!"

For a long while Thomas was at the mercy of Chris, his immature arousal
pulsing in the teen's mouth while he squirmed on the display case with his
tight ring pulsing around that finger.  Or was it fingers?  Thomas realized
after awhile how much fuller he felt, and that when Chris twisted there was
texture to the movement.  He had two fingers inside of him.  And then Chris
bobbed on his cock and Thomas forgot the world again, until suddenly a new
sensation crept over him, familiar but different, and he gasped, "I...I'm
gonna pee Chris!"

Suddenly all the sensation stopped, and the feeling of tremendous emptiness
filled Thomas' still gaping hole as Chris stood up.  Thomas, gasping for
breath, tried to sit up, a frown on his face, "I...I'm sorry!  I..I didn't
mean to!  I didn't pee in your mouth I promise!"

Chris just shook his head and laughed, bringing the fingers that had been
wiggling in and out of Thomas to his lips.  Thomas was surprised when the
older boy began to lick three fingers instead of two clean.  And then Chris
said, "No problem little dude!  There wasn't anything wrong.  It was just
what was natural.  But I wanted to stop before you...uh...peed.  If you
peed I couldn't do the last test.  The final test."

Thomas, who found he now rather desperately wanted Chris to put his finger,
or fingers back inside him, sat up, and frowned, "Y-you mean you still
don't know?  OK...what's the last test?"

Thomas watched with wide eyes then as Chris began to strip.  The red-headed
boy took off his t-shirt, revealing a slender, well-toned chest, with just
a tiny spring of red hair beginning at his belly button and running down
into his pants, which were also soon opened by the college student, who
quickly pushed them down and stood there naked, with the biggest erection
Thomas had ever seen bobbing behind the counter.  Thomas felt his stomach
tighten again, as he stared at that enormous cock, with the foreskin rolled
back like his own, but the shaft thick and more than a half foot long.
Maybe even as long as nine inches.  Thomas said breathlessly, "Wow!  Your
wiener is amazing!"

Chris grinned, and Thomas thought he saw the older youth blush a bit, and
then Chris pulled Thomas into his arms again, snuggling the little boy
closely as he said, "The last test is really extreme.  You sure you want to
go through with it?  I gotta put something way way up inside your butt to
really tell if it is a pussy.  The only thing I got long enough is my cock.
Ok?"

Thomas looked into Chris' eyes, his heart pounding in his chest.  He knew
he wanted it.  He wanted it badly.  He wanted to do anything Chris wanted
to do.  He tightened his arms around Chris' neck and then said,
"O-ok...I'll try it.  How do we start?"

Chris sat back on the low chair behind the counter.  The space was barely
wide enough for the chair itself, which meant Thomas had to stay pressed
against the older boy's chest.  He breathed in a new musky smell that had
filled the air now, different even than Billy's pussy, or the smell of
boysweat earlier.  It was cock.  And Thomas loved it immediately.  He let
Chris maneuver him, so that his legs were spread on either side of the
teen, his buns pressing back against that steely manhood.  When his butt
was nestled against that gently throbbing flesh, Thomas had moaned a bit
and wiggled down further, bringing a laugh from Chris, who rubbed his hands
down to squeeze Thomas' butt and said, "Just a minute little guy.  You'll
get it."

And then Thomas' face was covered with Chris' open palm, and Chris said,
"Lick it all over, get it wet."

Thomas obeyed instantly, his tongue darting out, pushing glob after glob of
his boy spit onto that palm, until Chris pulled it back and reached down.
Thomas looked back and saw that Chris was smearing the spit over his cock.
He thought for a moment that he might like to try putting Chris' cock in
his mouth, then wondered where that thought came from.  But he had no more
time to think as Chris gently lifted him up by his hips, and then took his
big cock and started to rub it, like his fingertip, back and forth up the
crack of Thomas' butt.  Each time he would glide his fat mushroom head past
Thomas' tiny pucker the boy would shudder, and then he paused and pressed
up gently but insistently.  The head felt impossibly large, and Thomas
frowned, saying, "I...I don't think it can fit."

Chris chuckled and said, "You had three of my fingers in your butt baby
boy...that's way fatter.  But here...I want you to sniff this...it'll make
it easy.  Just trust me.  Sniff till I take it away and then just sit
back...let it happen naturally ok?"

Thomas was trembling again, and he realized Chris had produced a small
brown glass bottle from somewhere which he had taken the lid off of.  With
one hand on the small of Thomas' back, Chris gently lifted the bottle to
Thomas' nose and pinched first one and then the other nostril closed,
letting the boy take deep sniffs for a long time.  The smell was unlike
anything Thomas had ever smelled, and even as he was trying to figure out
if it smelled like anything else, the world seemed to melt for the boy.
The same heat he had felt in his stomach suddenly spread throughout his
little body like hot water pouring from a punctured sack, worming its way
into his every joint, causing them to relax, opening his chest and making
his head feel full and heavy and good.  He let his eyes roll back a bit,
and realized he was sinking.  There was a pressure on his butthole he knew,
but he couldn't quite remember what it was, and then there was a pop, which
he was sure should probably hurt, but he just felt tightness in his rectum.
And then warm flesh moving inside him...pressing up into him.  There had
never been a time in his young life Thomas had felt more right.  This was
how it was supposed to be.  He felt impossibly full, like he might burst,
but it tickled and throbbed, and he realized he was moaning loudly then.

And then he felt the warmth of Chris' lips cover his own, and a tongue slip
into his open mouth, stifling his moans, even as a gentle tickle against
his butt cheeks began to persist, until he broke that kiss and looked down
between he and Chris to see Chris' fiery curled pubes nuzzled up against
his smooth butt flesh.  Chris leaned close and whispered, "You did it baby
boy.  I'm all inside.  Do you like it?"

Thomas shuddered, his mind clearing quickly.  He became aware of a dull
ache, but also of a pleasurable throbbing, as if every beat of his heart
caused good feelings to explode from his distended little boyhole.  He
gasped, "I-it feels good Chris.  I...I don't understand..."

Chris leaned in and brushed his fingers back through Thomas' sweat drenched
hair and pressed a kiss to the boy's forehead as he said, "It's ok
Thomas...don't worry.  If it feels good, it's ok.  It's our secret."

Thomas looked at Chris in his beautiful glowing green eyes and then said
softly, "Do you know if I'm a pussy boy yet?"

Chris grinned and then Thomas felt that massive member pulse inside of him,
just once, which caused him to gasp and fall forward.  He leaned up panting
as Chris said, "Why don't you try moving up and down and you can tell
me...ok?"

Thomas nodded once, and braced his hands against Chris' shoulders, then
gently raised himself a bit, that cock sliding out of him aways.  Every
inch felt like lightning.  He grunted, and Chris put a hand on his hip and
pushed down, whispering, "Up and down baby...both."

Thomas nodded, closing his eyes and relaxed, letting gravity impale him
again, until he was all the way down and realized he was wiggling his butt
lower to try and draw Chris further in.  Chris laughed, and made his cock
pulse again, causing Thomas to jump a bit, pulling up, before sinking down.
And that was all it took.  The boy started slowly, with small movements at
first, raising up and sinking down.  But then, as the heat and the pleasure
grew, his movements became more erratic, more desperate, until at last he
was bouncing with reckless abandon on that mancock, his tight boypussy
gobbling it desperately, his head bowed, body drenched and shaking, and the
air filled with the holy trinity of sweat, cock musk, and little boy
butthole.

Chris became primal then, rutting up to meet Thomas' thrusts, hands
grabbing, kneading, pulling, slapping at the boyflesh writhing in his arms
and on his cock.  There were no more illusions.  He was groaning, and
Thomas was moaning, and then Thomas froze, his little fingers digging like
daggers into Chris' shoulders as he said, "OH!  Chris!  I-if...if I bounce
anymore I...I'm gonna pee!  I...I can't stop it!  Ohh...I...I can't hold
it...we have to be still..."

Chris felt like he might pass out from the level of lust he felt, and he
began to shower Thomas' face with kisses as he said, "No!  No baby.  It's
ok!  That's the way your pussy is supposed to make you feel!  Keep going!
Keep going till you pee!  I'm gonna pee too.  Except it isn't peeing.  It's
cumming.  We're gonna cum together!"

Thomas felt Chris pressing him down, and as that steely hard cock, wrapped
in the smooth cushion of velvety foreskin, ground past that little boy
p-spot one last time, Thomas was gripped by his very first orgasm.  It
wracked his body like a seizure, his limbs twisting up as he curled, his
whole world the sensations of his hole spasming, and of his cock erupting
with pleasure so intense he cried out, not a moan or groan, but a proper
panting scream, and he drove down, desperately grinding onto Chris' cock,
which itself began to twitch and pulse inside of him, strangled as it was
by the pleasurful clenches of his pussy until its generous seed was
squeezed out of it by force.  And the weak but precious spurts of Thomas'
own first load ran in hot little streams down the contours of Chris' chest
and abs.

Thomas collapsed onto Chris, tears falling from his eyes, even as the cries
of joy escaped him, his tiny body spent and unable to even hold himself up.
Chris knew he had filled that pussy full of cum.  He couldn't remember ever
having a more intense orgasm.  What had started as a strange game, had
become something more intense than he had ever known.  He didn't ever want
to be outside of Thomas again.  He gently hugged the sweating, trembling
little body to his chest, pressing him down on his still throbbing
post-orgasmic manhood.  He nestled that little head up under his chin,
running his hands down to cup that perfect ass.  He made little
affectionate noises for a long while, until at last he said, "It's
official.  You've got a pussy.  But it's my pussy.  You're my boy."

Thomas' only answer was the peaceful and even breathing of slumber, the
orgasm and the intensity of discovering himself had left him so exhausted
that all he could do was drift to sleep in the arms of a person he didn't
yet know to call his lover.  But by the time that summer would end, and
after all the sexual discoveries the boys made in the back room of the Slot
Bots Arcade and Comic store, Thomas knew exactly what he was.