Date: Sat, 30 Nov 2013 17:03:20 -0800
From: Queer4life Queer4life <queer4life@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brown Side Up
Brown Side Up
Fiction: An artwork of fantasy tinted with the brushstrokes of reality
Ryan Brown squinted into the early afternoon sun and adjusted his
place on the wooden bench in Peak's Park by squirming his ass around to the
right so he could see Darrel Norman playing hacky sack with his three best
friends from school. Ryan felt both sadness and a deep heat of longing for
Darrel, and he wished he knew a magic word that would take away the love he
couldn't shake for this boy. He knew the mourning would only grow in it's
agony and intensity, the heat would wither and go out in a dark cold
scream. Sometimes Ryan wrote poetry and it always seemed dismal, full of
dank caverns, dark cold screams, and spider webs.
The angle of the sun was behind Darrel and Ryan longed to touch those
tan legs with sparkles of blond hairs along the calves. What treats would
await him if he could venture higher, above the knees, inside the legs of
Darrel's cargo shorts, his palms sliding over his silky thighs and up to
the treasure at the apex of his legs. He looked at Ray and Joe, Darrel's
friends, and wondered if they all played with each other's dicks. Ryan
knew if he kept thinking like this he might have an accident in his pants,
so he tried to change his thoughts quickly.
It had been a mistake to tell Darrel how he felt about him. But how
could a cool guy like Darrel take Ryan seriously in the first place. Ryan
was fourteen years old and he looked like a twelve year old. His mom had
gotten him into a movie the other day for under twelve. He still wore
boy's size ten pants and his white t-shirt today draped him like a dress
because his aunt had bought it for him for his birthday in a size 14. He
loved the logo of a dragon breathing fire on the chest and figured he'd
grow into it someday. Too long and too wide now for his narrow chest and
waist. The doctor said Ryan was normal and he would achieve a growth spurt
soon that would shoot him up to his projected height of five foot eleven
inches, but nothing the doctor could say would convince Ryan that was the
truth. The only thing that had grown on him so far was his dick, and it
stretched out and a little to the left to over five inches when it was
hard, which seemed to be most of the time lately. In his little boy pants
the bulge appeared tremendous and apparent so he was glad for the long
t-shirt to cover his front. He didn't have a stitch of hair above his dick
or on his balls. He'd looked with a magnifying glass and a bright light.
He'd even lifted his balls while lying on his back, raised his butt and
spread his legs so he could look behind his balls towards his hole. He'd
held the magnifying glass in one hand and the light in the other and
searched between his balls and hole for a single red hair. None at all.
The whole thing gave him a hard on and he wished he could suck his own
dick. He'd leaned up and got his mouth about two inches away from the red
head of his dick and shoved the handle of the magnifying glass up his
hole..
Fuck it, I should just go home, and then another thought crossed his
mind, I wonder if Darrel is cut or not. Ryan's dick was cut, and he'd only
touched two other dicks so far in his short life, both cut. He touched a
guy's dick in the bathroom stall at the movies one Saturday afternoon. The
guy was gay and cute, about twenty-one or so. He ha a ice cut dick seven
inches, and he kept his pubes shaved so he was nearly as smooth as Ryan.
Ryan's little friend Butch was cut too. He wasn't so little really, but at
least he was a bit smaller than Ryan, and only eleven years old. His dick
was the size of Ryan's index finger, and when it got hard it jumped around
a lot like it had a mind of it's own and wanted to play. He didn't know if
it was okay to play with Butch's dick or not. Was it to queer to do it
with an eleven year old when he was fourteen? Did that make him a
pedophile or something. He didn't care though. When he and Butch took off
all their clothes and lay down on the bed, both shaking with excitement and
heat for this new thing they called fooling around. They would lie with
their heads by the other guy's crotch and all he wanted was to slip that
hot dick into his mouth and suck on it until Butch reared up his hips and
shuddered when he dry came, his little nuts pulsing in Ryan's hand and his
asshole pucker twitching when Ryan put his finger inside the hole. He
loved the way the end of his finger smelled when he'd had it inside Butch.
He'd sniff it whenever he thought about it and hours later relive the hot
pleasure he derived from touching Butch's body all over.
Butch wanted Ryan to fuck him. That's what Butch said to him.
"Will you fuck me Ry?"
He'd looked at Ryan with his blue/gray eyes, licked his thick boy
lips with the tip of his tongue, ran one hand through his long light brown
hair. They were lying on their sides after removing each other's clothes,
and now just ran their hands all over themselves and the other guy. Ryan
paused with his hand between Butch's ball sac and his asshole. Both boys
were breathing fast and wiggling around with the pleasure of their
explorations.
"Won't it hurt a lot?" Ryan said.
"I don't know," Butch said. He squeezed Ryan's dick and jacked it up
and down. "The other day I put the handle of the shower brush inside me
and it felt good once I got past the hole. I fucked myself with it until I
came and nearly fell on the floor it felt so good. You ever do it like
that?"
"I put a magnifying glass handle up my ass yesterday," Ryan said.
"It was real good too. Something inside there makes my dick twitch and it
feels like I'm blowing up in my nuts."
"Do it to me now," Butch said.
"Let's not do it now," Ryan said. "My mom will be home soon and I
don't want to have to stop once we start. Maybe you could fuck me too.
How would we do it? Do I fuck you on your back like a girl or on your
stomach, or on your knees like a dog."
"Woof. I don't know," Butch said. He reached around and started
fingering Ryan's hole. "Let's do them all for sure. I can fuck you too.
We'd be like married then or something."
Ryan squirmed on the bench, slid his hand inside the waist of his
pants and adjusted his hard dick so it was straight up against his belly.
He knew he was queer but didn't want to marry Butch. Ryan got a comb from
his back pocket and ran it through his curly red hair and put it back. The
comb thing was a nervous motion repeated often during the day. When he
combed it his hair it just fell right back to the permanent disarray
display of red curls. He had to get home now, his mom had a date and would
want to make sure he knew what he could have for dinner and when she'd be
home. Ryan was glad she was going out tonight when he felt so sad and
barren. Not even Butch knew Ryan's biggest secret, and he rarely got the
chance to do it, but tonight he had time, the motivation because of
Darrel's rejection, and he'd planned it all afternoon so he'd made his body
ready too. By the time he got up and unlocked his bike, swung into the
seat and started home, his dick was soft and he could ride comfortably.
* * *
"Okay Ryan, we're leaving now," his mom said from the front door.
Ryan ran from his room and kissed his mom on the lips. She looked
real good tonight, tight red skirt to the top of her knees, a peach colored
blouse open to the tops of her tits, a gold chain with a small ruby. Her
auburn hair was combed straight back and fell naturally onto her shoulders.
"You look great Mom," Ryan said in his squeaky almost-adolescent
voice.
"Thanks sweetie," she said. "Enjoy your night and don't stay up too
late."
When her boyfriend's car roared away from the curb Ryan went to the
kitchen and drank a full can of grape soda, chased it with a large glass of
water, drank half a can of beer, and went out to the back porch for a
couple of plastic garbage bags. He'd stopped at the store on the way home
and bought a bag of dried prunes and ate most of the bag. That was a
couple of hours ago and he felt his stomach rumble and gurgle now. He took
the bags to his bedroom, slit the sides and bottoms open, and lay them on
the bed almost completely covering it from the pillow down to the
footboard. He required a lot of space to complete his ritual and found
himself in a trance going wild on the bed. Ryan went to the bathroom and
picked out two of the older bath towels at the bottom of the pile in the
cupboard. They had some strings developing on the edges. He lay them on
top of the bags and stood back to inspect his work. That would do it. He
put both palms on his dick and slowly massaged it through his pants until
it was good and hard.
Ryan went to his desk and pulled out the office chair. Oops, one
more thing to do. He got another bag from the porch and spread it on the
chair seat, then added a towel. Almost ready. He knew he had to piss
pretty bad, and once he sat down more piss would run into his bladder
putting on pressure, then he would have to shit. Just the thought of it
made his dick jump up straight. His bowels rumbled and he had little time
to get ready. In the drawer he found an old pair of tight white jockey
shorts, boy's size eight, a pair of gray cotton athletic shorts, and a gray
tank top. He stripped off his clothes and shoes and socks. Ryan looked at
himself in the full length mirror on the inside of his bedroom door.
Little skinny boy with bright red hair and a big dick throbbing. He moved
the muscles behind his dick and it nodded to him. Now he really had to
piss. He put on the jockeys with his dick head poking out the top, the
shorts and the tank top and sat down on the chair to face the computer
screen.
Last week he'd found this site where guys traded porn videos, and he
pretended to be an eighteen year old guy looking for something special. He
used a fake avatar and one guy sent him a couple of videos that Ryan traded
for a couple he had with boys maybe 12 or so fucking and sucking. Ryan
loaded the new vids and got one started. A boy about twelve was standing
in the bathroom in only tight gray knit boxers, and he wiggled around while
he put one hand behind him and rubbed around his ass. Then he turned
around and there was a big poop stain on his shorts. He rubbed his hand in
it for awhile, and then pulled down the back and showed the camera the big
smear of shit all over his backside. He pulled it back up and ran over to
the toilet, sat down and wiggled around, and then a wet stain appeared on
the front of his shorts. Ryan rubbed his left palm on his dick, pressing
down hard and rubbing back and forth. The pressure from the piss was great
and it took all his self control to keep from peeing right now. He could
feel the pressure also building in his bowels and knew there was some shit
right inside his hole waiting to sneak out. He put his hand down the back
of his shorts and slid a finger tip into his hole and back out. He looked
at it and there was a little stain of shit on the tip, and his dick pulsed
and throbbed when he stuck out his tongue and tasted the shit. It was a
little sweet and then a little bitter, but it made him so hot to taste it
that he wanted to do it some more.
The little boy on the screen stopped and Ryan switched to the next
video. Same little boy in tight white shorts, and after he shit in them he
spent a lot of time rubbing his ass and shoving his hand inside his crack
to spread the shit. Ryan let some piss flow out and a fist sized dark spot
appeared on the front of his gray shorts. Oh fuck, that felt so good.
He'd never had a chance to do more than just pee on himself in the shower,
but he'd thought about this day a lot lately and now it was more wonderful
than he had imagined. He began to shake all over he was so hot and he used
both hands to rub his dick around in the wet spot. Ryan pissed more while
he rubbed, and a little shit slipped out of his hole into his crack. Oh
yes, that's it, fucking great. He put his right hand into the back of his
shorts and worked it down to his crack, then used one finger again to
locate the shit. There was enough to coat his whole finger. He pulled it
out and rubbed it onto the front of his shorts on the pee spot, mixing the
piss and shit into a brown spot. More piss came out and he hardly even
tried, so he knew it was time for the big show. He put the video on a loop
so it would keep going over and over and he could see it from his bed.
Ryan dreamed of this little boy coming to stay with him and they did it
together, rubbing the backs of the other guy's shitty shorts and pissing in
them.
Ryan walked to the bed and lie on his back, spread his legs as wide
as he could and pushed hard to make himself pee. The piss exploded from
him and wet the entire front of his shorts and ran down between his legs to
his balls. He stopped pissing and stuck his hands inside his pants to rub
his dick and balls, all slippery and hot with the piss. Ryan could hardly
catch his breath. He panted, and his stomach and bowels gurgled loud, he
got a cramp in his guts and when he pushed again to pee a soft eel of shit
slid from his asshole and pressed against his underwear, sliding up along
his ass crack. Oh that felt so fucking good and now that it started Ryan
kept pushing and more shit came out in a steady flow. He rubbed the inside
of his thighs with his wet hands, his belly, and then he knew he had to wet
his belly good. He pulled off the cotton shorts and tossed them aside,
pulled down the waist of his jockeys and grabbed his dick, pointed it up
towards his chest and let go a stream of piss all over his tank top and
down over his bare belly. He stopped and rubbed it all over his chest and
belly with his hands. He pushed one hand down inside the back of his
shorts and took three fingers of shit out and spread it on his belly mixing
with the piss. The shit was so smooth and hot, he liked the smell, his
smell, it got real slippery quick and he pulled off his tank top. Ryan put
one shitty finger inside his mouth and left it there. He didn't gag or
anything, it made him hotter, and he pissed as hard as he could filling his
jockeys and saturating his lower body. He didn't know why he did it, but
something told him to sit up and try it, so he sat up on the bed and bore
down enough to shit out a sizable pile of hot soft shit, and it pushed
right up between his legs all the way over his balls. The heat of the shit
and the pressure almost made Ryan cum right then, but he held back because
he didn't know when he'd ever get another chance to do his alone, and there
were still things he wanted to try. He lie back and closed his eyes, put
both hands over the shit in the front of his jockeys and rubbed it very
slowly around over his dick and balls. He pissed on it and made it ever
more hot and slippery, and he moaned out load it was so exciting. Then he
heard the tap at the window, and his hands froze and his mind went numb.
He turned his head to the side and looked at the window, the shade down to
an inch from the sill, The eyes stared over the sill, Butch's eyes for
sure.
"Ryan, fucking let me in," he said.
There was nothing Ryan could do. What would Butch do now. Blackmail
him?
"Come around to the back, it's unlocked," Ryan said.
All Ryan could do was lie there and wait, his hand on his shitty dick
and balls, and a few minutes later Butch arrived inside his bedroom door.
He stood and looked at Ryan, came forward slowly and looked right at his
hands and wet brown jockeys. He pulled his t-shirt off over his head and
toed off his shoes. Butch never wore socks. Butch had one hand down the
front of his pants and was pulling his dick. His brown hair had hung down
over his right eye and he flicked it out with a snap of his head. When he
got to the side of the bed he took the hand not in his pants and placed it
on top of Ryan's hands. Butch licked his lips, and Ryan watched his chest
rise and fall quickly. Then a wet spot appeared on the front of Butch's
jeans and grew bigger, working it's way down the inside of his thighs.
Ryan's euphoria thickened his chest and made him dizzy. He pulled
his wet shitty right hand away from his dick and grabbed Butch by the
shoulder, pulled him forward and he fell onto the bed on top of Ryan. They
didn't say anything. Ryan ran his hands down inside Butch's pants. Ryan's
hands cupped his ass cheeks, and he loved the experience of Butch's piss
coming out of his pants onto Ryan's crotch. When he worked his left hand
down inside Butch's crack, Butch groaned and his guts tightened, and a big
pile of hot soft shit shot up and onto Ryan's hand, flowing over it and up
to his wrist. Ryan continued to run his hands through Butch's shit and
spread it all over his ass cheeks, down inside his crack all the way to the
bottom of his balls.
Butch unzipped and opened his jeans and pushed them down, slipped
them off his feet and they lie there with their dicks touching through the
thin material of their underwear. Butch grunted and warm shit came out of
his hole and down between his legs. He spread his legs wide and hunched up
his hips and the shit came all the way over his dick and made a pile there,
then he lie back down on Ryan and they pressed their shitty dicks together.
Ryan pissed more, wetting both of them. He grunted because he bore down so
hard to try and push more shit, and it came out. They were both panting,
Butch's head on Ryan's chest, his brown hair under Ryan's nose and he
inhaled the boy's fresh scent. Butch reached between them and put his
hands down the front of Ryan's underwear, went all the way down over his
balls, scooped up the shit from there and rubbed it all around over Ryan's
dick and his balls. Butch jacked Ryan off with the slippery, pissy
shitload.
Ryan bounced his hips up and down while Butch jacked him. He never
knew anything would feel this good. The smell of shit was heady in the
room, and when one of them pissed you could catch the scent of it.
"How did you know?" Ryan said.
"I didn't," Butch said. "I came over cause I knew your mom was gone
and I wanted you to fuck me tonight."
"I want to fuck like this," Ryan said.
Butch sat up beside Ryan and pulled off his underwear. Ryan sat up
and did the same. They scooped as much shit out of their shorts as they
could and tossed them away. Butch rolled over and sat on Ryan's dick,
pushing it down flat against his belly. He rubbed his shitty hands on
Ryan's chest and Ryan reached up and rubbed shit on Butch, down to his dick
and began to jack him with the shit. Butch peed a stream up on Ryan's
chest and all the way to his face. Ryan opened his mouth and caught some
and drank it. Salty, not bad really. He tried to pee on Butch's ass crack
but only shit a new pile. Butch reached back and caught some and smeared
it on his own chest, pissed up on it and wet it good to make it slippery,
then he licked his fingers and smiled.
"It taste's like mine," he said.
Butch's face got red and he grunted hard and pushed some shit out.
Ryan grabbed it and smeared it up Butch's neck and made streaks on his
cheeks. Butch got onto his knees and slid backwards getting the tip of
Ryan's dick on his shitty hole. Ryan made a stream of piss against Butch's
asshole to get it slippery, and Butch sat slowly onto Ryan's dick until the
head of it popped inside,
"Oh fucking God, that is so good," Ryan said. "You got to try it
with me."
"Try to shit Ryan," Butch said. His green/gray eyes glistened with
his excitement.
To Ryan he looked beautiful, perfect eleven year old body, narrow
waist, smooth chest, shit and piss all over him. Ryan bore down and he
felt a fist sized pile of shit slide out of him, down over Butch's dick and
balls, and onto his belly and balls. While the shit came out Butch sat
down hard and buried Ryan's dick all the way inside him. His eyes got real
big and he went "Oof", but then he smiled and closed his eyes. Butch began
to ride up and down on Ryan's dick. The shit and piss made squishing
sounds as Ryan's dick went in and out. Butch grunted loud and pushed shit
out around Ryan's dick, and the heat of the shit and hot asshole of the boy
on him made him tip to edge of cumming, then he though of something.
"I'm going to pee inside you Butch," he said.
"Oh yeah, yeah, do it," Butch said.
He had shit all over his hands and kept rubbing it on his dick and
balls while he rode Ryan. He leaned forward and stuck his fingers into
Ryan's mouth and he licked them. Butch rubbed shit in Ryan's hair. When
Ryan started pissing inside Butch they both were so far out of control that
anything they did doubled up the pleasure. Butch pissed some, up onto
himself and on Ryan, and they both ran their hands through all the shit and
piss and rubbed themselves and each other with it. They were covered in
shit from their knees to their eyebrows.
Butch began to go, "Ah, ah, ah."
Ryan just moaned and moved his head from side to side. Butch rode
him faster, bouncing up and down, the piss and shit squishing and sliding,
and Ryan came first.
"Oh God, I fucking love it," Ryan yelled and pushed his hips up and
held them like that with his ass cheeks tight.
He fired his cum inside Butch, and before he finished Butch, his
shitty hands flying on his own dick, screamed in a high pitched voice, his
body went rigid for a moment, then it shook all over and a few tiny drops
of cum fell out the end of his dick. Butch fell forward onto Ryan and they
lie there panting, Ryan's arms around Butch's back, Butch's head on his
chest, his cheek against the shit and piss there. Butch put out his tongue
and licked some of the mixture into his mouth. Ryan slid his hands down
along Butch's ass crack and smeared wet shit up his back and up onto his
hair. He licked his fingers and buried his face in Butch's hair. They
smelled of their mixed shit, they were wet with pee, but the only thing
that mattered right then was they had cum together and they both shared a
secret, and they would soon share again the electric stimulation of this
once taboo and solo sex.
"Hey," Butch said, "I fucking shot cum out."
* * *
It takes a true boy lover and shit smear purist to empathize with the
boys in this story. I began smearing early in life and continue to this
day. Hope you enjoyed the tale, and stay tuned for the continuation of
Ryan's life in part two of Brown Side Up. Also shitty tales by me: `Wet &
Loose', and `Mill Street House'. Less shitty stories in Young Friends:
`Tyler' series and `Jimmy Max.' Don't forget to donate to Nifty when you
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