Date: Wed, 2 Dec 2015 01:35:55 +0100
From: jt.poopinhinder@mail.com
Subject: Draining Drew's Drizzler 3

DRAINING DREW'S DRIZZLER
By J.T. Poopinhinder
M/b, oral, anal, WS, scat

This story is a work of fiction. If it's illegal where you live or
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I dedicate this chapter and this whole series to the groundbreaking Josh
Terrence, an incredible Nifty author and the uncontested, crackling master
of this category. Sizzling, fearless, erotic and wild, Josh, your work
never ceases to arouse and excite me a million times over. In that uncommon
walk around the muddy blocks of Browntown, I'm a mere tenant, man. You own
the buildings.

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CHAPTER THREE
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When Friday finally cracked open through the bright light window shades of
my big blue bedroom blinds, it was the dawn of a new day, and my rock hard
dick at morning mast was already standing up at attention, ready to sniff
out a bullseye in Drew's messy little shitter.

I wanted a shower, but I didn't want to waste my morning pissload, so I got
in the bathtub and before I turned the water on, I laid there on the cold,
bare porcelain, slowly stroking myself and wetting a finger so I could
slowly push it up my own tight ass.

I pulled it out, smelled it deeply – rich, sweet and nutty, but still
shiny and clean – then licked on it and sucked on it, got it all wet
again, and pushed it back up my hole, deep and far, or at least as far as
the awkward wrist angle would allow. Don't let anyone kid you. After you're
past 40, it's no easy yoga move to finger fuck your own ass.

I'd let go of my boner because I didn't want to cum – I wanted to save
that gooey treat for Drew later tonight – either down his throat or up
his ass. He could pick where he wanted it to go, but I guarantee you, it
was either going in him somewhere – and I laid in that bare tub, eyes
closed, dreaming of Drew tonight, as I butt fucked my own ass with my wet,
smelly finger.

When my erection subsided enough to make it possible, I let my bladder
loose, aimed my dick at my own chest, and was rewarded by the heady scent
of my own acrid morning pee as it burst forth all over my stomach and
nipples, shooting north and draining south, dripping down my stomach, my
abs, tickling my dick and balls as it drizzled off my skin. I continued
pissing on myself, as I took finger out of my ass to smell it deeply as I
drenched myself in my strong morning piss.

I could smell the sweet-scented shit of myself and I wanted to jack off so
badly, but I was saving it for Drew.

I laid there soaked, euphoric, shaking with the need for him. Smelling my
piss. Smelling my ass finger.  Whispering, "Drew, oh buddy, I'm gonna fuck
you so deep."

I finished my reverie, stood up on shaky legs, golden piss dripping out of
my bush, turned on the water, yelped at the initial coldness, and cleaned
up for the big day ahead; the deflowering of my nephew Drew.

What a little blossom he was.

With flowers the shades of yellow and brown.

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"Drew wants you to fuck him," Danny had told me.

Danny was Drew's best soccer buddy. The one who'd already fucked him up the
ass.

I don't count boy-boy butt fucking as de-virginizing a boy.

"Sit on this cock, Drew," I said in my mind, pointing my big
thickie. "There you go, buddy. NOW you're not a virgin."

"He wants you to get him all pissy and shitty and fuck him REAL good,"
Danny told me, after I'd followed him into the bathroom at the pizza place,
where I fed him two liquid loads. My piss and my cum.

"Don't be afraid to make it messy." Danny had said casually that day. "Drew
can take it. Messy is good for him."

"Oh, Danny," I said to myself as I gripped my morning hard-on and got ready
to meet the day. "Oh, little buddy, I won't let you down."

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The first thing I did was run to the store for the various necessities of a
12-year-old sleepover. A big ass frozen pizza. A shitload of snack chips. 2
liter sodas for piss ammunition. And a tubeful of lube. Two tubefuls of
lube. Oh, fuck, did I buy lube. You don't want to run out of that stuff on
a boy's first manfuck. Nuh-uh.

And then at the last minute, spotting it out of the corner of my eye, I
grabbed a plastic container of dark chocolate frosting. I smiled as I
bought it. I actually got a hard dick picking up the can and putting it in
my cart.

All I could imagine was smearing it all over Drew's little ass
crack. Fucking him with it. And pulling my cock out brown to the root. Some
brown from him. Some from Betty Crocker.

"Smear some frosting on me, little man," I whispered to myself as I walked
to the checkout. "Frost me good with whatever comes out."

"Balls drained, dreams coated in chocolate," I smiled. "Yours, mine and
ours."

The clerk probably heard me. She looked at me funny. But I handed her my
club card and I didn't even care.

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"In my school, when I was younger," Danny had said to me in the bathroom,
"there was Joshy L. and Joshy T."

Lucky, lucky Joshy T.

"In fifth grade, I watched Joshy T. poop in the woods," Danny had told
me. "He pooped his pants a little at recess, by accident, so after school,
in the woods, he pulled them down and pooped the rest of his poop out on
the ground. It was hot. It was cold outside. It steamed up."

"Yeah?" I asked him, rubbing my cock.

"Joshy T's dad fucked him," Danny had told me. "You know. Like my dad, only
messier."

My bladder was full. My cock was hard. I wanted this kid to drink me.

"So when Joshy asked me to put my dick in his butt, I did," Danny
smiled. "And we got poop all over my cock."

I nodded, wanting to feed him more and more.

"But I liked it," he shrugged. "When I stuck my dick in him, the poop just
made him slippery. It made me fuck him really good and smooth. I didn't
care if it stunk. It made me fuck him smoother."

After I came in his mouth that day in the bathroom, Danny looked up and
smiled at me.

"Your cum tastes good," he said. "Like my dad's, only sweeter."

"Your dad do this with you a lot, Danny?" I asked him.

"Enough to make me good at it," he grinned.

Danny was going to get fucked by me someday, I'd already decided. I'd wipe
that grin off his face the old-fashioned messy way.

But not tonight, folks.

Tonight was just for me and Drew.

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Before I picked Drew up at school that afternoon, I ran down to the local
comic book store, and I bought a whole stack of comic books, a couple of
comic-related PC games, a t-shirt and some small Marvel superhero figures.

It cost me about $200 in all, a chunk of change to lay out, but remember,
the cover story for Drew staying over at my house on Friday night was me
taking him to the comic book convention right away on Saturday morning at
the event center. We had to have something to show my sister when he came
back home on Sunday.

I wanted to have a big stack of memorabilia on hand he could take back and
show his mom at the end of the weekend, if events should take a turn for
the nonstop sexual after Saturday breakfast and we ended up staying at my
house the whole weekend, battening down the hatches, saying fuck the
convention and fucking his little brown asshole instead.

Advance planning is the better half of illusion.

"Did you have a good time at the comic convention, sweetie?" his mother
would ask.

"Uh-huh!" Drew would smile, showing her his stash of goodies.

Meanwhile, my cum would be oozing out of his slimy shitter and the comic
convention would be a hazy, unknown mystery.

$250 made me say ouch at the comic book store, but it never hurts to be
prepared, as the Boy Scouts always say.

Time to earn your merit badge in piss drinking and shit fucking, kiddo.

Convention plans and comic books be damned.

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I picked him up at school in the 3:15 car line, and he smiled at me as he
climbed inside, threw his backpack in the back seat and buckled up and told
me he was hungry. We headed for McDonald's.

"So, how was your day?" I asked him.

"Danny told me you pissed in his mouth and he drank it all up," he
answered. "And also he ate your jizz."

"Well, hello to you too," I said. "Talk about a topic-changer."

He grinned at me, and reached over and squeezed my cock. I looked up
nervously, since there were still teachers at the curb, directing traffic
and helping the younger kids.

"So this is the big weekend," he grinned.

"Yep," I said. "This is the big weekend."

"The one where you make me your woman," he giggled.

"I'll make you my boy," I corrected. "I've got no patience for women."

He nodded in agreement. He had an older sister. Poor kid, he already knew
where I was coming from.

"Did my mom drop off my overnight bag?" he asked.

"Yep," I said. "It's in my bedroom."

He looked up at me slyly.

"So I guess that means I'm not sleeping in the guest room tonight, huh?"

"I think it's pretty safe to say you're REALLY not sleeping in the guest
room," I replied, reaching over and squeezing his cock this time, since we
were out of sight of the car line teachers.

"Ooooh!" he giggled. "You're a perv, Uncle Mark."

"Kiddo, you have no idea," I winked.

"Did my mom pack my GoodNites?" he asked mischievously.

"Yep," I answered. "Several pair."

"Good," he said kicking his shoes off and putting his feet up on the dash,
and I was immediately blessed with the fresh-sweaty shoe steam of him
12-year-old boy feet.

"I'm gonna piss those fuckers full for you," he giggled, putting his hand
over his mouth at the illicit use of the word "fuckers."

Kids are so cute like that. You can finger their holes and drink the piss
from their cocks and they still think it's naughty to say the "F" word in
front of you.

"Good," I answered. "I hope you piss those fuckers REALLY full for me."

"I'm gonna fill `em full of piss and shit and rub `em right in your nose,"
he said with another giggle.

"Good," I said.

"While you fuck me," he added seriously.

"Good," I smiled. "Because I'm definitely gonna fuck you tonight. Harder
than you've ever been fucked before."

He seemed to stop talking while he contemplated the nervous, excited
enormity of that one. Comparing one of my potential fucks to one of Danny's
amateur snappers was apples and oranges. And he already knew it.

We drove along for another two blocks, lost in our thought and lost in our
boners.

"What kind of pee games do you and Danny play?" I asked him.

"The regular kind," he answered, as if that meant anything.

"Um, elaborate?" I promted.

"Well," he said, "It started outside this summer, playing in the woods. We
took off our shoes. I peed on his foot, he peed on my foot. And that was
sick and funny, so the next time we had to pee, we took off our shorts, and
then the next time our shirts and underwear, and then, well, then we just
pissed all over each other."

"Nice," I said. "And how about the poopy-shitty butt games, kiddo? When did
those start?"

"Same time," he shrugged. "Sometimes we have to go poop when we're out in
the woods, so we just squat down and poop."

"Mmm-hmm," I nodded. I remembered it well, pooping with my friends in the
woods. In the midst of play, who's got time to go home, right?

"And first after we pooped, we'd just look at it and smell it and poke it
with sticks and stuff," Drew giggled, "but then we got kinda dirty with
it. We got kinda purposely gross with it. We started touching it with our
fingers, and playing in it a little, and smelling each other's, and then he
picked up a big one of mine and he squished it in his hands, and he even
licked his palm a little. That was wicked-gross. But we loved it."

"And the other stuff?" I asked him, my erection practically knocking
against the steering wheel. "The butt fuck stuff, when did that start?"

"Oh, later in my room that summer," he shrugged. "We jacked off together a
lot before the messy stuff. All last year. This year we just combined the
jacky stuff with the pissy-shit-poop-fuck stuff."

I nodded. As if this made total sense. Which essentially it did.

"It all goes together kinda nice, don't you think?" I asked him.

He nodded vigorously.

"Really nice," he agreed.

We drove along silently for another block, almost to McDonalds, lost in
separate fantasies.

"We gotta play with him sometime," Drew suggested seriously. "You
know. You, me, Danny. All together. Doing dirty stuff. Getting messy. I've
never know a grown-up and a kid that both liked piss and poop before, you
know?" he said brightly.

I nodded REALLY big that time.

"Me neither," I told him. "And kiddo, I'm up for that three-way any time
you tell me. ANY time."

"Good," Drew smiled. "That might be fun." And he pocketed that one away for
later.

The longer you write about the dirty shit boys in your life, believe me my
friends, you start to realize you haven't even fucked them in chapter three
yet and they've already got a chapter four up their sleeves.

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We pulled through the McDonald's drive-thru and ordered our dinner. A Big
Mac meal for Drew, a chicken sandwich for me, enough french fries to open
our own cardiac wing at the hospital, and extra-large sodas for both of us.

"Piss ammunition," Drew giggled, when he saw the size of the giant cups as
they were handed to us through the sliding drive-thru window.

"We should make a list," he said confidently. "You know. Of all the dirty
stuff we want to do to each other this weekend. "You know. Fantasies and
stuff. Dirty ones for each other."

"Okay," I nodded enthusiastically. "What's your dirty fantasy for us,
Drew?"

"Really?" he said, wide-eyed that I'd agreed so easily. "Like you mean what
do I want to do to you for sex stuff?"

I nodded. "Sky's the limit."

"I wanna piss on you in the bathtub," he giggled. "I want us both to be
naked and I want you to lay down on your back, and I want to stand up over
the top of you and piss all over you."

My dick started growing long and hard over the thought of it.

"We can definitely do that," I told him. "That can definitely be on the
list."

"And then I want you to lick your tongue in my butthole," he said
seriously. "And then when your cock gets all hard and my butthole is full
of your spit, then I want to put slippery stuff up my butt crack and then I
want to sit on your dick until you cum in me."

I moaned a little out loud and took a sip of my soda to cool off.

"I want feel it go up my ass," he said smiling at me. "And if we get poop
on it, I don't even care."

I nodded. I could barely speak.

"That's just the first one," he said. "That's the first one on my
list. Piss on you in the bathtub and then sit on your cock with my shitty
old ass."

"Definitely," I said, in a husky voice. "We can definitely do that
one. What else?"

He giggled. "Then I just want to make a mess everywhere," he said. "You
know. On your couch. On your bed. On your kitchen table," he giggled. "Me
and Danny always have to be so careful we don't get poop and pee on
everything," he said. "I just wanna do sex stuff and not have to worry how
dirty things get. Or how wet. I just wanna get messy everywhere.

I knew the cleaning would kill me later, but I told him, "As messy as you
want it, buddy. Definitely."

He took two huge sips from his straw.

"Fill that piss chamber good, kiddo," I told him, watching him drink. He
burped loudly and adjusted his spiky little 12-year-old bone in his pants.

"What's your fantasy, Uncle Mark?" he giggled. "What's your big cock
fantasy you want to do to me for fuck sex?" He looked at me with wide,
excited eyes, goading me on, pushing it hard, being deliciously dirty and
flirtatious.

I wasn't afraid to share.

"Are you sure you want to hear it, kiddo? It's kind of gross."

He giggled again. "I like gross. Me and Danny get gross all the time."

"Well," I told him. "Ever since you were smaller..."

"How small?"

"8 or 9, probably..."

"Oooh," he said, his eyes sparkling with the naughtiness of it...

"I've always wanted to drink your piss when you wet the bed, and fuck you
through your diaper at night."

"Oooh," he said again in a quiet whisper. "That's really nasty."

"Uh-huh," I admitted. "In my fantasy, I'm sleeping with you in bed, and
you're in your GoodNites, and I can tell that you're sleeping, but you're
starting to pee in your pull-up. And somehow, I manage to get around to the
front of you in time, pull your diaper downand drink the rest of the piss
out of your cock, right when you're still pissing the bed."

"Oh, wow," Drew giggled.

"And then your diaper's all wet, but I'm still getting to drink your piss –
whatever piss is left – right out of the end of your cock, all fresh and
hot, right from your dick."

He was really rubbing his boner through his pants now.

"Wow," he whispered, and I admired his freckles as the sunlight through the
car window shined on his soft cheeks. "That would be super sexy, Uncle
Mark. What else?"

"And then," I told him, "I want to kiss you and I let you taste your piss
in my mouth, and then when we both get super hard cocks, I want to get back
behind you again, and spoon you up against me, and then cut a hole in your
wet soggy diaper, and while you poop your diaper, I want to fuck you up the
butt, right through soggy GoodNite. Right through the hole in your soggy
pull-up."

"Oh wow," he giggled. "That's really, really sick!"

"I know," I nodded, rubbing my erection. "But that's all I've ever wanted
to do to you, ever since you were younger. Ever since I found out you were
still wetting the bed."

He smiled at me and nodded. Seemed to consider this.

"Is it messy when you fuck me?" he asked with a grin. "You know, with my
poop and my pee and everything."

"Oh yeah," I told him. "It's really messy. It's a really messy, stinky
fuck. Lots of mess all over the place. But sexy, Drew. We both really like
it."

He considered this some more. Nodded and looked me right in the eye.

"Okay," he said simply. "Then that one's on the list."

My cock was so hard I thought it might snap.

"That one's on the list for sure," he said simply, and took a long, slow
drink out of his giant soda cup. "I'm gonna piss and shit all over you
then."

The words I'd longed to hear.

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When we got to my house, we wanted to talk. We wanted to make pizza. We
wanted to watch TV. We wanted to play Monopoly, or turn on the Wii, or talk
about comic books, or any of a half-a-dozen normal uncle and nephew things,
but the truth was, we were just too excited. Just too blue-balled and
cock-caught in the heat of the moment to do anything else except think of
having sex with each other.

We'd both seen this moment barreling down on us like a freight train in a
tunnel for the better part of a year now, and tonight was the culmination.

"Drew wants you to fuck him." I heard Danny's voice in my mind again. "He
wants you to get him all pissy and shitty and fuck him REAL good."

Oh, Danny. If you only knew how much I wanted to fuck him right now. Pretty
little boy with the backpack on his shoulder and the skinny little
butt. Looking at my living room. Not knowing if we were going to sit down
and talk or go to the bedroom and fuck.

"Don't be afraid to make it messy." Danny had told me. "Drew can take
it. Messy is good for him."

"Drew," I whispered. "Come on, buddy. Let's go to the bathroom."

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Drew was standing naked over the top of me.

We'd taken our clothes off and thrown them on the floor next to the
bathtub.

Naked, excited, nervous and quivering, I laid down naked in the tub in
front of him.

Giving myself to him.

A naked uncle offering.

Drew stepped into the tub, smiling. God, I loved his too-big teeth. He
stood over the top of me, his little cock already so hard I was afraid he
wouldn't be able to piss on me.

But God, did he piss on me.

His floodgates open up and he pissed all OVER me.

God, sweet Jesus. I thought it would never, ever stop.

Hot, ripe, stinking-yellow boypiss. More of it than I'd ever imagined.

I let it rain down on me like laughter, like glee.

I wanted to clap my hands and run around in it. Like bliss. Like a child.

He giggled as he pissed on me.

Pissed on my face. Pissed on my cock.

"Open up," he giggled, and he pissed in my mouth, which I gobbled down
greedily and almost moaned in disappointment as he moved his little dick
aside, and spraying, pissed all over my hard cock again.

He drenched me with his piss. Soaked me. Satiated me. I could have
shampooed my hair, he pissed on me so much.

"Here's your fantasy," he giggled wildly. "And I hope it stinks. I'm
pissing my fantasy all over your face."

And he was.

It was salty. Maple-hot boypiss. It burned my eyes. It soothed my soul.

"Bless you," I whispered as my little nephew pissed on me.

He pissed his hardest, fiercest, wildest.

And all I could say was, "God bless you, Drew."

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It didn't take him long to uncap the lube and ask me how to use it.

"Does it go in my butt first or on your cock?" he asked.

"Both," I told him, lying in the tub in the aftermath of his piss, my cock
still fierce and ready for attention.

He squeezed out the lube in the palm of his hand, rubbed it on my penis,
started to reach back to his ass, but I grabbed his hand and stopped him.

"Wait," I said. "You forgot the other part of your fantasy."

He looked at me, confused.

"Let me eat you first," I begged him. "Let me taste your shitty asshole."

He giggled, nodded, remembered, and turned around and braced himself
against the wall.

I got up on my knees and leaned my face forward, spread his skinny ass with
my two hands, pried his stinky butt cheeks apart with my thumbs, moaned out
loud when I saw the pink-brown beauty of his asshole, not well-cleaned, not
well-wiped...

"Drew's a skeety-petey!" I heard my annoying niece Darby say in my mind,
picking on him relentlessly.

"Drew sharts and skeets in his tighty-whities," I heard my older nephew
Devin, Drew's big brother say in his mocking tone. "Little shitty skeet
boy!"

"Oh, Drew," I whispered, disregarding their voices. "I love your
asshole. Your asshole is beautiful."

Leaning forward and still dripping with his long heady piss, I put my face
between his ass cheeks, inhaled the sweet-and-sour perfection of his
stripe, then reached out with my tongue to taste his every flavor.

He moaned immediately and clawed at the wall.

I ate him greedily and felt a million things burst through my mouth and my
mind. Bitter coffee. Almonds and cashews. Butterfinger candy
bars. Cherries. Blueberries. Bile and begonias. His ass tasted like all of
these things, only richer, deeper, sweeter and better. I wanted to cry
eating him like that. I wanted to weep.

But Drew had more urgent ideas.  "Oh God," he whispered. "Oh God, Uncle
Mark. My butt needs you in it right now. My butt needs you in me."

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = =

Lubed and ready, an inch at a time, Drew began the long, wincing, arduous
process of losing his virginity on the length of my fuck shaft.

It's an astounding time when a boy makes that leap. It's a time of great
peace, great effort, great victory.

Like climbing Mount Everest. From little boy to big boy. From scared to
unsure, but then possible, then confident.

And as the last thick inch of my gob-hungry cock shaft slid firmly in place
into Drew's quivering rectum, he looked in my eyes and he smiled at me
proudly.

"Did it," he said simply, grunting out his accomplishment.

"Yeah, buddy, you did."

And grabbing him by his hips and moving him slowly up and down in the
piss-cool remnants of a porcelain bathtub, I began the sweet in-and-out of
fucking my nephew.

Of making a 12-year-old virgin not a virgin anymore.

His eyes closed blissfully and his head tilted backwards.

"Oh yeah," he whispered, satisfied. "I always knew it was gonna feel good
like this."

I smiled and pushed forward and fucked into him harder.

"Yeah," he whispered as he clenched down around me. "This is a really good
fantasy."

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We sat on the couch together afterwards, naked and snuggling, under a big
warm blanket.

I could smell Drew and Drew could smell me, and the smell was strong, and
rich, and comforting. My pubes. His ass. My cock. Our sex.

He'd shit just a little toward the end of our fuck.

As I came up his ass, his little cock had twitched and he'd pissed himself
a little and his bowels had opened up. Not widely, not largely, not nearly
enough to coat me, but enough to pull my dick out brown and enough to leave
some smears on us now, proof that we'd butt fucked.

"The proof is in the pudding!" I heard my mom say, and I giggled.

I held Drew in my arms on the couch and luxuriously inhaled the old
familiar scents of piss, shit and boyfuck.

To me, they were like old friends. To Drew, they were like new adventures
he was just starting to discover.

I'd thrown another soft blanket over the couch before we sat down, so we
had one underneath us and one on top of us. I had a feeling we'd get them
both pretty messy before this weekend was through, but there was no sense
in totally destroying the furniture if we could help it.  As it was, by the
way things were already going, I knew I'd have a big date with the steam
cleaner by the time Drew went home on Sunday late.

I sat down on the left side of the couch and Drew snuggled up next to me as
close as he could with his naked knees curled up to my side and his head
nestled into my chest as I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him in
close to me for some cuddles.

"Tickles," I said, and he giggled as I did it.

We turned on the Roku, punched up Netflix and I put on Sharkboy and
Lavagirl, not because it's anything special as far as drama goes, but we
did have a good discussion on who was hotter.

Drew gave young Taylor Lautner a thumbs-up-cock-sup mostly because "he has
spiky hair and you sorta can see his wiener sometimes," while I weighed-in
with a ding-dong boner for little blond Cayden Boyd who played Max in the
movie. Fuck damn, man. I'd like to pry some crusty little lava balls out of
that little fella's rump.

About twenty minutes into the movie, it became clear we were less
interested in the movie and more interested in each other's body parts.

I moved my arm from behind Drew's shoulder, reached down the front of him,
grazed it against his little soft cock, which I slowly massaged into
hardness with some bitter tasting spit that tasted like his ass, then
slowly, luxuriously, with a lubricated finger, probed underneath his balls,
past his taint and started fingering his shitty cunt again in earnest.

He grabbed my hand to help me push it in further.

"I love that feeling," he whispered contentedly. "I love it when I can
smell my own poop when you finger fuck me."

I took my long finger out of him. It was lightly tan. I smeared a bit under
each of his eyes. Two small swipes.

"Football player," I told him. "You look like a naked poopy football
player."

Eyes closed, he grabbed my hand, led it down again, urged my finger back
into his hole.

He sighed and cuddled up next to me as I finger fucked him, in and out,
using the remains of my cum and his own sweet-smelling shit as lube.

His hand reached up and he stroked my hard cock.

"You want me to cock suck you, Uncle Mark?" he asked with a throaty, soft
voice. "You want me to suck your big cock until I drink up your cum. Like
Danny did? Like Danny did when he cum-drank you?"

"Oh, yeah baby. Suck it as much as you want. Suck it just like Danny did."

His head bobbed under the blanket, and I couldn't see a thing as he took me
slowly in his mouth, licking me tentatively, softly at first, tasting the
remains of his own dirty ass smudge, then gobbling me down, almost to the
root. I heard him gag, then...

"Ohhhhh," he said. "I'm gonna suck you so good. I'm gonna suck you so much
better than Danny."

His little mouth bobbed up and down under the blanket. I grabbed his
covered head and pulled him to me and grunted and groaned.

On the screen in front of me, I watched Sharkboy, Lavagirl and Max save the
world from the evil Mr. Electric, as I jutted my cock-heaving hips forward,
heard him gag softly again as I grabbed his sweet head and erupted my thick
wads of semen into his gobbling, gulping maw.

"Goooood," I whispered to him, shaking as I came. "Good boy, baby. Eat it
all up."

He came up smiling, his lips smeared with shit and cum.

"Bedtime," he said quietly. "Take me to bed, Uncle Mark. I think I have to
pee again. I think I want to wet the bed for you."

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Drew wore GoodNites to bed. Not the GoodNites tru-fit kind that looked
looked like actual underwear with an insert to catch the piss, but the
somewhat thicker bedtime pants that still looked like an actual puffy
diaper when he let it loose and filled them up.

Drew wore the L/XL size for kids 8-14. 60-125 lbs., it said on the package,
and fuck, when he put them on, I realized they fit him to a tee. Like he
was born to piss in those fuckers. He could wear those all day as far as I
was concerned.

"I'm gonna piss these fuckers full for you," I remembered he'd said in the
car. ""I'm gonna fill `em full of piss and shit and rub `em right in your
nose," he'd giggled.

But he wouldn't have time, I thought with sincerity. I'd be too busy
blowing another load of shit babies up his fuck tunnel. If he thought I'd
fucked him deep in the bathtub, he was in for a good-old rutting in our
messy round two.

I watched my nephew, sexy and 12 in the moonlight through the window. I
could see him perfectly, even in the dim light.

When he finished putting on his GoodNites and shyly smiled up at me, he was
naked except for his diaper.

Iron Man was making a fist on the front of it. Sweet Jesus in Heaven, I was
going to fuck my little nephew through a slit in his Iron Man pisscatchers
tonight. A lifetime fantasy come true. How long had I waited for this
moment?

He giggled and slipped under the covers with me. He nestled up close to my
chest and instinctively we began kissing each other.

"Does my breath taste like your sperm?" he asked me.

"Like my sperm and your butt and some spearmint sweet gum," I told him. And
it was true. I could taste all three of those things as our tongues danced
and sucked on each other.

He reached down between my legs, I was totally naked, and he wrapped his
hands around my cock, which was hard again.

"Wow," he whispered. "I wish my dick was as big as yours is. If it was, I'd
fuck you right up the ass with my big hard fuck-cock." He giggled again.

I reached down his front, past the elastic waistband of his diaper and felt
his own sticky little spike, which was just as hard as mine.

"You can fuck me with the dick you've got right now," I told him.

"For real?" he said, sounding excited.

"For real," I told him. "But not tonight."

"Oh."

"Tonight I'm gonna fuck you first. Fuck you first, and all night long."

He giggled again. "You already fucked me in the bathtub."

"Well now I'm gonna fuck you harder," I told him. And it was a promise I
intended to keep. "As hard as your shitty little ass can handle."

He moaned. Said, "okay" in a simple, soft voice, and in that moment, I knew
he was mine.

He melted back into me and we kissed some more.

Sweet, soft, boner-aching kisses.

Little moans. Little tastes of love for each other.

He was such a sweet boy. I nibbled softly on his pouty lower lip. Studied
his soft painted freckles close up.

He was everything I always wanted in a boy. The boys I grew up with. The
boys I went to school with. The boys I lusted-after in gym class, secretly
sniffing their underwear on the days I had locker duty. All of those boys
were in my arms tonight. Little hard dicks and kisses of remembrance, all
wrapped up and personified in the sweet, mint-gum kisses of my little
nephew Drew.

I must have fallen asleep. I don't know how long I kissed him and held him
in slumber, but I must have fallen asleep, because suddenly, awakening with
a start, I heard Drew say:

"Uncle Mark, are you awake?"

"Huh? What?"

"Uncle Mark, wake up. I think I'm gonna do your fantasy now."

His voice sounded higher. Urgent. Excited.

He reached down and grabbed my hand. Pulled it to him. Pulled it to the
front of his diaper where Iron Man was making a fist.

"I think your fantasy's gonna cum out in my diaper now," he whispered. "I'm
gonna squirt it in my diaper now if you wanna drink some of it out of me."

He shivered. I saw goose bumps raise up on his arm.

"Here comes your fantasy, Uncle Mark. Nnngh. It's coming out now! Hurry!"

I quickly switched positions in bed and flipped around so my head was
directly in his diaper-covered crotch.

"Oh fuck, Uncle Mark," he grunted. "I'm wetting the bed! Your fantasy's
coming out! Oh yeah. I'm pissing out your fantasy right now! Oh!"

I could see the pouch of his diaper expanding, puffing out with the volume
of his abundant flow. He was shivering. The pouch was taking a brimful,
saturating and expanding, awash in his insult.

Quickly, I pulled the elastic down and SNAP, his half-hard cock sprung out
at me, still pissing, spraying into my eyes, soaking my face, spraying the
sheets! It was a little fire house, jerking out of control! With two
fingers I quickly pinched it off...

"Ow!" from Drew, a giggle, and then...

I put it in my mouth and released the strong flow.

Oh God, there is no way to describe it.

I laid there with my chin resting in the pouch of his soggy, piss-packed
diaper with his hot little cock flooding my mouth with his nectar. It was
so good! I'd needed this for so long! He had no idea how long I'd wanted
this from him!

I gulped and I gulped and I couldn't gulp fast enough as his hot piss
sprayed out onto the roof of my mouth and into the back of my throat. It
was salty and ferocious. Like hot chicken broth. Like maple candy. Oh God,
how I'd needed this.

I grabbed frantically at his ass cheeks, thick and diaper covered, squeezed
his buns hard, slid a hand down frantically, dug my forefinger up his still
slippery-asshole, and laid in his spray, nearly weeping like a baby at the
long-needed release of consuming him this way, my whole mouth and throat a
grateful, blessed dumping-ground for his 12-year-old piss hose.

All those times came back to me and I cried.

Jacking off at his bedside, sniffing his mattress, chewing and sucking on
the crotch of his underwear.

A million different tastes and smells and flavors, all culminating now in
this pinnacle of fantasies, this holy of holies, draining Drew's drizzler,
as he shivered and gasped and grabbed the back of my head.

"Please, baby," I prayed in my mind. "Give me all you can."

As if he heard me, he pulled my head more tightly down on his pissing
stick, so he could stick his cock even further down my throat, breed me
with his piss, make me his grateful, weeping, gulping bitch.

I was crying now. Actually sobbing I'd needed this so much. I didn't fully
realize how much I needed this liquid fire, this life's culmination, until
I found myself sucking him, drinking him, weeping like a grateful vampire,
quivering in his piss-flavored, wild-shaking power over me.

"So grateful," I wanted to say, but I couldn't stop drinking. "So thankful
Drew. Thank you so much for giving me this." I said in my mind as I sucked
and I sucked and I greedily melded with his soul and his spray and his
shivering sustenance.

"Drink it," he whispered softly to me, tenderly, stroking my hair, only 12
but totally understanding the life-giving need he was feeding me. "Drink
your fantasy, Uncle Mark. I love you so much."

I really did have tears flowing from my eyes as he tapered off and I sucked
the last warm drops from his pulsing little peter. As I gulped down the
very last of his essence, I cried in his presence, and I wished it could go
on forever.

"So good," I managed to say between my sobs of exhausted, shameless
gratitude. "That was so good Drew. So perfect. So beautiful."

"Uncle Mark, fuck me now," he said in a voice much softer than his 12 sweet
years. A quiet voice, almost a sexy-soft baby talk voice. "Do your other
fantasy in me. With your scissors in my slit. Fuck me in my diaper hole."

Shaking, I reached for the scissors I'd left on the bedside table. I was so
excited, I feared I'd ejaculate just cutting the hole in his diaper.

Drew was grinding back against me. His diaper fabric rubbing against my
hard cock.

"Drew, stop," I whispered breathlessly. "I'm gonna cum if you do that. I
need you so bad, buddy. I'm not gonna make it."

He stopped wiggling against me instantly, letting me control myself,
letting me get the scissors. I could hear him panting breathlessly as I
looked down and made a small incision in the back of the diaper. Right
where his ass crack was. Right where his asshole would be located.

Tossing the scissors to the floor, I stuck my finger in and was immediately
rewarded with a hiss of pleasure from Drew as I found my target, pressed
into him deeply and instantly, fuck his comfort, fuck his sphincters, I
just pressed it into him, heard him hiss and groan, and licked the sweat
off the back of his neck, smelling the shit and the piss and the million
wild scents of him.

I felt him pushing out with his rectum. Pulsing colon pushes. Soft hungry
boygrunts. Shitty hot fuck need.

"Gonna poop, Uncle Mark," he whispered as he grunted. "Gonna poop on your
finger."

"Wait a minute, baby, wait a minute," I begged him.

I took out my finger, lined my cock up through the slit in the diaper, and
pushed forward solidly until the first two inches of my dickhead slipped
inside him.

"Ohhhhhhhh-eeeeeeeee!" he cried out, and his spine arched in pleasure,
catlike and stiff and I pushed more inside him.

"Gotta poooooooop!" he cried as my cock burrowed forward.

"That's it buddy, let me in," I whispered. "Let it go. Let it all go. Shit
all over me, baby."

I felt his rectum twitching, felt muscles inside him restrict and contract,
and then I was rewarded with the hottest, richest, slurriest backwash of
muddy hot fudge on the shaft of my cock. It came out of him like
Christmas. I was pushing forward and Drew was pushing outward and suddenly
with a lunge, my cock was fully inside him and I could feel and smell his
thick, burning boyshit all over me.

"Nnnngh!," he cried out in pleasure. "Pooping on you, shitting on
you. Pooping on your cock."

"Shit on me, baby. Shit on my dick shaft," I urged him through gritted
teeth.

I grabbed his hips and punched my cock roughly forward, burying myself
through the slit of his diaper in the shitty hot mess he'd created in his
pants.

"Oh God, Oh God!" he screamed. "I'm shitting. I'm shitting on you!"

I could smell us everywhere. In the windows. In the bed frame.  I fucked
him deeply, roughly, in and out. My hand went down the front of his diaper
to find his cock rock hard and twisting like a missile.

"Yesssssss!" he hissed. "Jack my cock. Oh God! So hot! So shitty...SO
NNNNNNNNNNNGHHHHH"

He screamed out and came with a shudder! Still shitting, still twisting
back against me, he locked up and came hard, jerking in the bed in front of
me. Shit-cumming like a rag doll.

I could smell the earthy hot fire of his cunt-gunk smeared all over my dick
and my pubes, but I didn't slow down.

Even in the moonlight, I could see smears and lines and brown lines of shit
all over his legs, all over me, all over the bed sheets.

"Oh God," he cried. "So good, so good."

And then he clenched up on me. Knowing I needed it. Knowing how to help me
out.

"Fuck me, Uncle Mark."

"So good, so good."

"I'm shitting on your dick," he whispered into the night. "I'm shitting all
over your dick while you fuck me."

"That's a good boy," I urged him. "Shit it all out. Shit all over me Drew."

I rammed my cock in and out of his fluttering shitbox, that quivering mess
of 12-year-old tightness as he clenched and loosened, clenched and loosened
for me, and in sweet, stinky seconds, I was ready to cream in him. I was
ready to cum.

"Gonna cum in you, Drew," I whispered in warning.

"Cum in my hole," he whispered back instantly. "Cum in my shitty, hot
hole."

His ass clenched up around me and I was over the moon.

I grabbed his hips and I lunged forward, ground into him.

Ridiculously, I heard Johnny Cash in my mind. "Kicking and a gouging in the
mud and the blood and the beer." God, I wanted to hard-fuck him.

But there was no blood, no injury, just the sweet dirty smell of the full
load of shit that was all over his diaper, all over my bed, all over the
two of us.

"Shitty, shitty boy," I whispered, biting his ear and tasting the sweat
from his head.

"Cum in me, you fucker," he hissed and he grunted. "Fill me up. Fill up my
ass with your dirty hot cum!"


And that was all I remember. The world turned to fireworks.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGH!" I grunted as I grabbed him hard, jutted forward and
erupted like heaven into the stinky hot shit of his wide gaping asshole.

His ass muscles gobbled me.

"Oh fuck!" he cried. "You're cumming in my shit!"

I twisted. I ground in him. I filled his hole to overflowing.

"So good," I panted. "So good. So shitty."

I lay there quivering. Seizing. Shaking from every molecule.

I could see him panting. I could smell his sweaty soccer hair. I could
count the freckles on the side of his cheek. I could see his pouty lower
lip jutting out, wet with his own saliva. A boy mated. Gasping for air.

I slowly slid my dick out of the slit in his diaper and a big clump of his
shit came out with it.

The shit was everywhere. I wiped his shit off my dick with my right hand,
and with an open palm smeared it on his belly. He nuzzled backwards into
me, letting me spoon him again as he sighed contentedly, so sleepy, so
tired. So messy and fucked.

"Love you," he whispered. "I love you. So tired."

"Shhh," I whispered. "Sleep, baby."

He melted back against me and I heard his breathing slow in an
instant. Literally seconds later, he was fast asleep.

I held him like that, reeking in our afterglow. The bed, my dick, his
stomach, we were covered in his shit. I'd never felt more satisfied.

I spooned him there. Held him like that. Fell fast asleep in the naked
shitty closeness of my beautiful nephew Drew.

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Somewhere in the middle of the night, I awoke to find him straddling my
face. The movement of his knees against my chest woke me up, and I woke to
find Drew straddling my face, soft dick jutting forward toward my mouth.

"Open your mouth, Uncle Mark," he whispered. "I gotta pee real back and I'm
scared of the dark."

I grabbed him by his naked, messy buns. His GoodNites diaper had long since
fallen off or fallen apart, I didn't know which. Perhaps he had kicked it
aside himself to let his shitty cum-filled ass breathe.

Whatever it was, here he was, dick jutting at the gate of my lips, eager to
enter and ease his aching bladder.

Without a word, I opened wide and he flooded me. Absolutely let loose and
flooded me again, body and soul, with his midnight offering, with his
moonlight lemonade.

It was so good. So strong this time. Not the bland and watered down
butternut squash-piss of a large cup of soda, but the strong, night-brewed
pungent piss of a bladder in dark mode. Brewing. Steaming. Stinking
hot-ripe mode.

Shocking in the morning as it shoots out into the breakfast bowl, that
first heady piss of the day. But here it was now, in full force and
fearsome, nasty, nocturnal, gushing down my gobbling drainpipe with the
moon still shining through my window.

Going and going, he pissed in me until I thought I might choke or gasp or
beg him for breath. But it was a good feeling, a sexy feeling, and I found
myself getting hard in spite of myself. The late hour, woken from a sound
sleep, but still my dick was crying out, "Yes! Give me more of this wet,
mad pleasure! Never stop this! Let him fill you more!"

He pissed in my mouth until my stomach was packed, glutted,
waterlogged. Then he simply pulled his cock out of my mouth, looked me in
the eyes and sat back on my stomach. I could feel his sticky ass, still
mushy with his shit.

"I wanna fuck again," he whispered. "But the shit on my ass. It's getting
all cakey. It's crispy. Flakes."

"Squat over my cock," I told him, "But don't put my dick inside you. Just
squat over the top of it."

He did, and I let loose with a flood of my own.

My own hot jet off piss, a bursting-bladderful, shot up like a geyser and
pressure washed the button of his anus. I felt him shiver at the heat of my
spray and shudder at the goosebumps it gave him as my hot stream of piss
cleaned off his asshole, made it shiny and fresh for our next impending
fuckstart.

He ground down against my cock, aiming my urine flow into all the right
places, understanding what I was doing and helping clean the shit off his
gateway. Like a pissing bidet, I showered him with my stream and left his
shithole shiny and ready for my next rude intrustion.

He grabbed the tube of lube from the bedside table, fingered some up his
ass, smeared some over my still-shitty cock, and slowly, quietly, no rush
at all, one inch at a time, sat on my straining dick, his rosebud opening
up like a flower in bloom, until he mashed down soundly, fully impaled on
the long, slick shaft of my boy hungry cock.

Slowly he lowered himself up and down, my dick sliding in and out of
him. He hissed. He whimpered. He rode me at his own slow speed with happy
grateful tears in his eyes, until finally we were rutting and grunting and
twisting like animals, Drew's head thrown back in orgasm as he stroked his
own cock and two little mini-drops burbled out of him – drops that I
quickly fingered and brought to my greedy mouth – and then seconds
later, from the taste of his boycum, ground my cock up into him and
released my second load of semen into the nestling heat of his sweet
chocolate bowels.

He collapsed down on top of me, laying flat on my chest. We kissed and
cuddled. I fingered his ass, stuck it in and out of him, feeling shit and
wads of cum, stopping from time to time to smell it. Taste it. Just to know
and eat the closeness of him.

"Fuck me again tomorrow," he whispered dreamily. "Before we wake up, Uncle
Mark. Before we get out of bed. Fuck me shitty again, okay?"

"Okay, Drew," I promised, inhaling his dank nuttiness. "I'll fuck you
really shitty."

I pulled him to me closer. Curled him. Protected him. Wrapped him in my
arms.

I listened to him sleep and I counted my every blessing.

My dick was sore and raw and caked in his colon gunk.

But we weren't done yet, I knew.

Not yet. Not nearly.

I held him to me softly and I drifted off to sleep, curled up and dreaming
with him, the sweet, shitty dreams of the lucky and the damned.

Tomorrow was another day.

And little did I know it yet...

Danny was coming over.

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TO BE CONTINUED...