Date: Tue, 20 Oct 2015 00:00:48 +0200
From: Daniel Berasaluce Frķas <arathllevi@hotmail.com>
Subject: Matt and Cayron - chapter 4

Chapter 4

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As long as he found pleasure about my ass, which he repeatedly said it was
hot, it would be his to have pleasure with. So, I quickly lied on my
stomach and showed him. I still had not seen him jacking off and I could
not see him now, but I sensed the sound of his cock having pleasure. I was
a new man with him and wanted the night never to end.

-Cayron, do you really desire a second whipping? -he asked endlessly
wanking.

-Sir, please Sir, whip me again.

-All right. It will only be a couple of blows now. I don't want you to
sleep tonight with red ass.

And he used his belt again. This time I forgot to kiss it beforehand to be
thankful to it for the punishment. It was incredible how I liked that
pain. I had cummed five times but one day, maybe tomorrow, I would need to
cum with the whipping. But my cock was exhausted. Anyway, I was in love
with his belt now. Finally it was three blows, medium intensity.

-I don't want to fuck you tonight. But I will imagine my cock deep in your
ass. Any man would desire to fuck that hot hole of yours.

- I know you won't do it tonight, Sir. But please fuck me soon. I'm gay
enough now to desire it.

-I don't want to hurt you.

- Sir, remember I am a masochist. I might even like the pain of your dick
popping my cherry.

- Maybe soon, my sweetest thing.

-And you can be sure I want your dick to be the first in my ass.

-Good, you don't know, but I am enjoying fucking your ass right now.

-After today, Sir, please imagine you are fucking me every time you wank.

-Enough, Cayron. I want to smell your farts right now.

-Ok, Sir. Hope you like it.

I farted instantly. It was really loud and smelly. But it was a perfect
night for the sense of smell and I even was horny with the smell of my own
fart. I saw he had liked it.

-You can fart now as many times you please, Cayron. You could be all night
farting.

-If you want me to, I can be like this all night, Sir. But you have to fart
too or else I won't repeat.

And he farted when I was not expecting it. I loved the smell. Anything that
would have been unbelievable any other day was natural tonight, so I farted
again and asked him to please be farting all night.

-Now I will have two more little snacks, if you allow me.

-Sir, you can eat from my bowels as much as you want.

And he had as many as three more little snacks. Our mansmells, farts, the
smell of my own shit. Night of smells. I liked them all.

-Are you satisfied now, Sir? I want to turn.

-You can.

It was glorious to see how he wanked. It was the first thing I saw when I
turned. He wildly stroked his dick now and knew he was looking at my cock,
enormous now, as homage to him who had made it so high. But I had something
to say.

-Sit next to me on the couch, Sir -I said affectionately-. I want to start
now a proper reflexive masturbation and want you close to me, you hot guy,
so I can touch you and sniff you continuously.

He was moved and could not talk but he soon was next to me, caressed my
dick, then my balls again and finally he was able to speak.

-Thanks, my sweetest thing. O how I would love to see you tomorrow as you
are now.

-You will, Sir. I'll not be an asshole with you. You have discovered
me. And after tonight I will always be gay and a pig. Masochist too, but
that now has no importance.

We started a real bacchanal of touching, licking and sniffing again. It was
the first time also he saw me jerking off. Now I would always want to jerk
off in his presence. We were thus for ten minutes, two gay men who wanted
to enjoy each other. We were mad, furiously wanking then. We farted once
and again knowing well that after tonight farts would be a part of our
daily pleasure.

-Cayron, do you still desire cumming after me?

-Yes. Sir.

-I dream one day I can be second to cum. But be it as you wish. I'm cumming
now. I cannot hold it anymore.

He cummed. I was waiting for the last drop of his semen on the floor and
then I had another load. Now it was six times. Unbelievable!

-Sir, I don't know how to thank you -I said almost crying-. You're the
hottest man on Earth. I will never again have a little dick, except for
you, o how I desire you could see it, and you have made me feel so
attractive. But I have not praised you enough yet. Everything in you makes
me horny. You are so cute. You have such a sexy body. And I would like you
to always smell as you smell today. I didn't know I had a sense of smell
for sex and without it now I could never be horny. Please go on unwashed as
long as you want. And I thank you so much?

-Cayron, stop, please. I know you feel gratitude right now and it is
impossible for me to utter my satisfaction at your satisfaction. Never
forget any more nobody can be hotter than you. I think after today I will
always cum thinking about you. I can wank over a hot guy I see in porn
movies, of course, or a hot guy I happen to see on the street, but when the
time comes to cum, it would be useless unless I think of you.

-Thank you, Sir -I was starting to cry right now- oh, how I like you.

-Now we must say goodbye for tonight.

-I don't want to say goodbye to you or to this wonderful night, Sir.

-I know. Neither do I. But you must also have the pleasure to get aroused
at your own self. I will miss you too, but you will still be downstairs
with me. I can smell your clothes, your handkerchief, your pee on the
floor; my hand is full of your shit and you can take upstairs the memory of
my naked body and my scent.

-And your words, Sir.

-Cayron, will you go upstairs stark naked?

-I will, Sir. I can't imagine myself wanting to get dressed in twenty-four
hours. So, goodnight, Sir.

I didn't forget to kiss his mouth again. And I slowly started to go up the
stairs. His wonderful cock was again working, seeing my naked stroll. It's
fifteen steps to the landing, where I stopped. I knew well he was wanking
over my full back nudity right now. I was like that for a couple of minutes
and then turned. I could hear him praising every single bit of my full
frontal nudity right now. It was so hot to see him wanking again. I could
never get tired of that sight. "Now your cock must enjoy, Sir."I
thought. "Do not stop cumming tonight, please. You deserve it". And I had
something to do and tell him, so I instantly took my hand to my dick again
and started to wank for him to see. Then I shouted.

-This is to you, Sir, as a sign of moved arousement. This is the man I am
now thanks to you. I look forward to morning now to see and smell you
again. Thanks, you hot man -I said, madly jerking off-. I could be an hour
here now saying sweet things to you. But I will say goodbye to you now,
Sir. Now cum as many times your wonderful dick is able to cum tonight. It
is your turn for pleasure. Goodbye, Sir.

Impossible to describe how I enjoyed my first nudist experience, walking
naked to my room. There was a northern corridor with six rooms on the
right. I turned left, or southwards, three rooms on the west, three rooms
on the east. My room was next to his, the second on the right, facing
west. His was the southernmost. He had to walk opposite mine first to go to
his room. I entered at once. I was shocked when I saw a hot naked man there
in the mirror, and couldn't believe it was me. I wanted to piss, but it
would be later. I went to the mirror. I didn't want to practice narcissism
that very night. My cock was exhausted and I still had an hour ahead for my
seventh masturbatory pleasure that night. So I didn't start, but enjoyed
looking at that sexy naked man, myself, for a good while. I had never
considered myself cute before tonight but now I knew all of us are cute. We
only need to find somebody who sees us thus and I had found it. So as you
think I am cute, Sir, I am cutest, at least for you. I couldn't wait to
look at my dick. I had a completely different dick. It was born today. And
I remembered him say I had a second one in my mind. "So you have, Sir." I
looked at my balls. Pleasure has started with you, I told them. I couldn't
believe they were loaded again. I didn't forget my chest. I raised my arms
and saw my armpit hair. I sniffed them. Nobody had ever before sniffed my
pits or feet, but they were going to be a part of my sexual life after
today. As I could, I sniffed my ripe feet too, and I remembered his
pleasure with them. It was difficult to look at my ass, but I finally
managed to see it. I had never used my ass for sex, but now I saw I had a
wonderful little ass and desired him having pleasure with it
frequently. "This ass is for you, Sir", I thought. But after being
convinced that I had a sexy body, I wanted all my body to be his.

After this short moment of narcissism, I had to go to the toilet. I
couldn't believe I was having pleasure in a toilet, but the simple fact
that it was hard for me to piss with such a huge erection now made me
horny. Of course I looked at my pee as if it were him looking at it and
enjoying my kidney juice again. I tasted some of my piss and I knew now
that I would be able to drink his tomorrow morning. Then I sat at the
toilet. I had much to wipe. I remembered this piggie man having little
snacks and I went mad with arousement again. I needed to soon be wanking
again in my bed as if it were the first time I was going to wank in my
life. Well, it would be the first time jerking off with the image of a man.

I was finally on my bed feeling for the first time the touch of sheets
under my naked body. I started to jerk. I had so many pictures in my mind
that I didn't know where to begin. But I looked at the watch. It was a
miracle! How this mere chance turned me on. It was exactly 12:04. Well
12:04 and 22 seconds to be exact. You are clairvoyant, Sir. Now I know the
moment I should change the past masturbation into the future masturbation:
at 12:34 and at 1:04 I would cum. I started remembering his man scent but
soon I knew that if I started at this point I would be unable to be wanking
for an hour, for I would soon cum again. So, I started at the
beginning. His first kick in my balls, the discovery of a new world of
pleasure. Then the second kick and the third, already with my clothes
off. How he had convinced me to be stark naked before him and how I desired
I had no clothes on for him to see everything of my nude body. How it was
the first time in my life I had undressed with no fear of not being
attractive. But I took longer in the pig things. How he had enjoyed my piss
on the floor. How he dared show me the pig he was and how easy it was for
me to tell him one day I would shit my diarrhea in his mouth. I remembered
his satisfaction with my snot, how he had enjoyed the fact that I had given
him my dirty handkerchief, he had enjoyed my mansmells, the smell of my
farts, and mainly the little snacks he often had of my bowels and how he
loved the smell of my shit. I was some minutes remembering his hot naked
body, his wonderful scent, his courage telling me how pig he was and going
pigger every minute with me. I was half an hour in heaven remembering all
this. It was 12:34. Now I could wank about the future.

 Kidney juice came to my mind first, but I would leave that image to cum. I
was slowly imagining all his scenes and considering myself capable of doing
everything. "Come on, you little dick", I said to myself, "you will be able
to do everything tomorrow". I knew I could be doing my first blowjob next
morning and I was on fire imagining his dick in my mouth. I wanted to do
it. I remembered his cock had already been inside my mouth and I had loved
his smell and taste. Tomorrow it will be minutes inside my mouth. I should
care to do a good blowjob. And I knew I was able of at least trying the
piggest things. They turned me on. At least in my imagination I was
perfectly able to do everything and I even desired to taste his
shit. Eating with farts and talking about shit. How fucking original. I was
thinking of questions to ask him at lunch when I saw he was coming into my
room.

-Come in, Sir -I told him because he was shy even to enter my room, though
he could perfectly see I was naked and wanking.

-Good night, Cayron.

-You can touch me, Sir. And I want to touch you.

We started a mutual groping then. And a bit of mutual sniffing again. But I
had to tell him.

-Sir, you are a seer. I started at exactly 12:04. I am in the future
masturbation now.

-Good. I hope you like some of the future pictures.

-I like them all.

-Did you look at yourself in the mirror?

-I did, Sir. And indeed I saw a hot body, but I preferred to imagine you
looking at me.

-One day you must wank over yourself. But now I will leave you so can enjoy
alone your masturbation.

And he left. But I could well imagine him now in his room having
masturbatory pleasure thinking of me as I was doing the same in my room
thinking of him.

I still had ten minutes and started to imagine impossible future or likely
futures. I knew he would never rape me, but I even desired he came to my
room in the middle of the night and surprised me with his dick in my ass,
popping my cherry. And I started to imagine some other things I knew would
not come tomorrow, but would be possible soon. And I saw him shitting in my
mouth and this thought curiously made me on fire and I saw myself eating
shit and enjoying it. I do not know how pig I can be, but I want to try
everything. Only one minute now. Think of kidney juice, you little dick,
and cum. It was an erotic picture of myself cumming at 1:04 and 42 seconds.

I went to the toilet again and pissed with a hard on. Then I returned to
bed and tried to sleep. I did not think of literature or stars but the
choice to think about gardening was no good. I saw myself one day working
for the Baileys and I thought I could have some workmates with me. As I was
trying to get some sleep, I imagined them unwashed and having an instant
hard on before them. If that happened, what could I do? But it was
impossible not to think of smelly gardeners. I had to go to the toilet and
piss several times, but I think it was at about 4 that I was finally
asleep. Three hours was enough and I don't remember what I dreamt but it
could well be about smelly men pissing.

The alarm clock rang.  I started soon to have erotic pictures in my mind
and got an instant hard on. Was it all a dream? I had to be sure, because I
intended to enter his room stark naked. What if nothing were true? But I
couldn't forget the smell of his naked skin and I remembered he came into
my room and we touched. I could not have dreamt that. And I was naked in
bed and the door was open. Never could I have gone to bed like that if it
weren't all real. So, with my hard on I went to the toilet and pissed
again. Now I would always see him there whenever I pissed. I wanted to go
to my bathroom cupboard. I knew Sonia had forgotten some lipstick there. I
was on fire and the day was starting. I found it and started carefully
painting my left thigh. You were right, Sir. I am horny at every
letter. Trembling with arousement I started painting the arrow. I had
calculated room for every one of the ten letters of Littledick. And the
arrow was there pointing at that part of my body and humiliating me. I
could not believe I was so aroused. Now it was time to go down to the
northern kitchen so the naked party of all day today could go on.

The naked stroll with a hard on moving freely through the house was such a
glorious experience. I only desired Sir was there and saw me walking down
the stairs, as he desired to see me: totally nude, with a boner and a
humiliation painted. I finally reached the northern kitchen. I started to
make his coffee as every morning. "Come on, Cayron. He also deserves a good
coffee today. Wait to become aroused and think of nothing else." Soon it
was ready. I would taste it later when I was drinking my own coffee. I
eagerly waited for the sound of coffee coming out now. It was a long
wait. Hell, I desired to be having pleasure at my dick. But finally that
noise came. I touched my dick first of all before pouring my coffee. Then
when it was done I sat at the kitchen table. It was new to be having coffee
and wanking at the same time. How good it was, Sir, that you have shown me
new pleasures. The taste of coffee was all right. I was madly wanking cause
I needed to be especially aroused for what would come next. But I didn't
take long. I soon stood up, without cumming, I was sure I would cum many
times with this hot man, and I got the tray and I saw then the spiral
staircase leading to the northern corridor upstairs, to old Pete's former
room. I saw I would be able to shit there one day.

I was anxious on the stairs. I didn't want to lose balance and was so horny
I hardly watched my steps, but finally I was upstairs. I almost ran to his
room. Nevertheless I peeked at the open door of his room. He had never
slept with open doors. He had a sheet on. I took courage and entered. He
was wide awake watching me and smiled.

-Good morning, Sir.

And looking at my humiliation, he said.

-Good morning, littledick.

-Sir, I am the same arousing and aroused Cayron as I was last night. It is
a pleasure to tell you I have no pain in my balls after seven ejaculations.

I put the tray on the bedside table and pulled down the sheets. I was then
both surprised and moved. I saw he had littledick on his left thigh too. I
started to cry.

-Cayron, I am also a little dick, remember. Could you think I was gonna
humiliate you without being willing to humiliate myself too?

I started to grope his hot naked body at once out of real emotion.  I loved
this man. I added.

-Thank you, Sir. I will be naked all day. And of course you can be all day
groping, licking, sniffing and doing piggie things to me.

He started to touch me.

-How I love to see you like that, how I love to touch and smell again the
hottest man on Earth, and see you have no pain in your balls.

-Sir, I can ask you anything, can't I?

-Dare to ask, my sweetest thing. Everything you want to know, I will tell
you.

-Have you ever had a boyfriend and didn't want the servants to know?

He answered but never stopped touching me.

-I have never had a boyfriend, Cayron. It would be very difficult for me,
not because of the pig I am, but because I don't believe in fidelity. I
would cheat him, just the same as I would like him to cheat me. Imagine I
have a boyfriend and he likes going to the cinema or having dinner with his
workmates. For me it would be the same if he wants to fuck them. I consider
sex a very different thing from love.

-I have never believed in fidelity myself, Sir. I think many people
consider obvious what can be only a social standard.

I had more questions as he had his coffee and never stopped touching
him. In that moment we were two mad men wildly groping everything. He
gently stroked my now humiliated little dick and my balls sometimes.

-You don't like feminization, do you?

-What is exactly what you want to ask me?

-As I was jacking off last night alone in my bedroom, I imagined myself
dressed as a girl for you, but I didn't know if you would like it. I think
I have a feminine side.

-So do I, Cayron. And everything is ok if we have pleasure. I would always
prefer a masculine aspect in you, but I would also like to see you dressed
as a girl now, but only if I have girls' clothes on me too at the same
time. And you would be wonderful in a girl's clothes and with an astounding
erection.

We were having fun at that but finally I saw he had finished his
coffee. That was the sign. I didn't hesitate a moment. I took immediately
his cock into my mouth. I loved the smell of his manhood. I was sure I
would like to taste it for hours. He was worried and asked.

-Are you sure? You know what I am gonna do if you don't take your mouth off
my cock, don't you?

-Sir, I won't take my mouth off your cock. Do what you have to do.

-A little stream then. Taste it and you can stop if you want.

It was my first taste of his kidney juice. I loved it and he saw me
enjoying it. He asked if I wanted more and with a gesture I told him I
wanted to talk.

-Sir, I want you to empty your bladder in my stomach now. It tastes so
good.

-Can you describe the taste?

-I will try, Sir. It is hot, salty, wet and very dirty. I love starting to
be a pig. I feel like saying oink.

-I could not have described the taste better. It is salty, but bitterer
than any other piss in the day. Shall I go on?

-I want to drink all the kidney juice you have, Sir.

His bladder was full and he was pissing for a couple of minutes. Now my
sexual life was not only smells. In that precise moment I started to like
flavors. I waited eagerly for the last drop of piss and then I started to
suck. I was wanking all the time, not only because I wanted to do and
wanted to leave on the floor my milk from the cock, but also because I
loved the taste of his dirty dick and was swallowing as a madman. My first
blowjob. Now I look back moved at that moment. I couldn't help but say.

-Delicious, Sir, congratulations.

-I am so happy that you like this too. It is not necessary to remind you I
would do the same to your wonderful dick.

-Sir, please, I know. But don't think of my cock now. Think about my mouth
in your cock. Am I doing a good blowjob, Sir? Do you like it?

-It is perfect, Cayron.

-I will be my whole life doing blowjobs now, I know. But, shut up, you
little dick, give him pleasure now.

-Cayron, I miss no sense with you. I had enjoyed sight, touch, smell and
taste with you. Also hearing, but now I am really enjoying my sense of
hearing with you as I watch you madly jerking off. So, please go on
talking.

-Thanks, Sir -I added as I went on tasting his meat. It lasted for ten
minutes, ten wonderful minutes. I knew now I would desire to blow him every
day. And finally he cummed in my mouth. I waited for his last drop and then
pointed at my little dick and cummed on his bedroom floor as he desired.

-Have you enjoyed it, Cayron?

-Can I blow you more times today, Sir?

-That's an answer. You can blow me every day if you like. But I want you to
wait for twenty-four hours. If you really want, you can blow me then
again. You can do it as many times you wish tomorrow, no restrictions, but
remember any moment you wish you can put your dick into my mouth.

-Do I also have to wait twenty-four hours for your milk from the cock? Or
four your kidney juice? I wanna know the difference.

-If you really ask me more times today, you will have my kidney juice again
tonight.

-And your milk from the cock?

-Ok, my sweetest thing. You won't suck me again today but you can jack me
off as yesterday and the moment I feel like cumming I will ask you to open
your mouth and you can drink it.

-I will mop my room now, Sir. I will start there. I will leave you alone
now so you can comfortably wank as much as you want. I hope you are all day
cumming, Sir. We can be all day having fun.

-Cayron, you can mop my room too, but please leave there both our milks
from our cocks. The secret closet is open now. You can see it when you
want.

I kissed his mouth again and left. O how wonderfully the day had started. I
went to my room and started to mop. I was still in it when a quarter of an
hour later, I saw him again, stark naked and coming with a strong urge to
see me and touch me. I began to grope him all over. We were all day like
that coming up and down the stairs to see each other again.

-Sir, I want to know if you have cummed this morning over my cum, and how
many times you cummed yesterday.

-I have cummed right now over your cum but have not tasted it. Maybe
because I would desire to taste your cum in my mouth first after a
blowjob. And yes, I cummed last night one more time downstairs and three
more times in my room. I was madly wanking over you till three o' clock
a.m. Then I had enough and got asleep as I have never before slept in my
life, well satisfied. Do you have enough for now, you hot man?

-Almost, Sir. But let us go inside. I would also want you to cum in my
room. After today I will always keep all doors open so you can enter
whenever you want. Even the bathroom door, so you can see me always pissing
or having a shower. You know I have to. I will work outside. Now come into
my room and cum, Sir, as I enjoy again the pleasure of having two hands for
your little dick and mine.

I was frantically taking care of both our cocks there inside my bedroom. We
never stopped sniffing our sweated bodies and smells were taking us to
heaven. He suddenly asked me.

-I feel like cumming. Cayron, can I please be second now?

-Ok, Sir. So my milk from the cock will fall first in my bedroom floor.

And soon it was there staining the floor. A couple of minutes later his cum
was also in my room.

-Come here whenever you want and cum, Sir. My room is your room.

And he said he was gonna mop the stairs right now. In fact he had a bucket
full of water and walked naked to the top of the stairs. I didn't wanna
miss that show. I approached him again and saw him working naked. I was so
close that I sometimes touched his buttocks. Then he used to turn, touch me
and smile. I could hardly return to my obligations, but I knew I had to or
the house floors would not be mopped that day. I continued with the
northern rooms.

Twenty minutes later I went down to pick up the clothes I was wearing last
night and I saw him mopping the way from the living room to the kitchen. I
sat on the couch, raised my left foot for him to sniff, and then, as I was
no longer shy, raised his arm and sniffed his right pit. I took my clothes
upstairs, and smiling came back downstairs. He had finished mopping the
kitchen and I started with our meat and tomato juice. I put on an apron. I
felt he was behind at the door enjoying the sight now of seeing me there
cooking naked. Obviously he was jerking off. We spent all morning like that
as two newborn adults who had just discovered the adventure of life. But in
two hours all the floors were swept and mopped. Then I asked him to wait
for me comfortably sitting in the couch. Lunch was ready and I brought
everything necessary for us both.

-And now, Sir, I am happy to say we will have pig lunch.

-Good, my sweetest thing. Sit next to me and let us start a new reflexive
masturbation.

Lunch was on the table now. It was a little hot yet. But he had the first
taste of the meal.

-Perfect as usual, Cayron. Now it is your turn to taste it.

I knew then that however aroused I was, the meal fortunately had the usual
flavor. "Maybe one day I will be a cook for you with my stomach, Sir. But I
am glad to hear that I am still a good cook for you with my hands." And
then I was looking impatiently for his second snack and the exact moment
food was in his mouth I farted with a big noise. Then I had to eat
something and he didn't hesitate either. His first fart came then with a
glorious sound and smell.

-Good, Sir. Now lunch is perfectly perfumed, Sir. Let us go on farting all
the meal. And now let us talk about shit, Sir.

-Ok, Cayron. You know you can make me any question.

Curiously he was not having any little snacks then but he never stopped
stroking my balls.

-I know this question will be stupid, Sir, but what does shit taste like?

-I expected that question, Cayron - a long, smelly fart now, to remind me
we were talking about shit-. But it is impossible to answer. Let's see. Can
you tell me what a tomato tastes like?

-It tastes like a tomato, Sir.

-So, shit tastes like shit. You have to taste it to know. But I could tell
you at least that a tomato has a sweet fresh taste, whereas shit has a
bitter taste of something rot your stomach has been cooking. It somehow
tastes like? well, garbage, putrid food. I love the taste.

-Have you often eaten shit?

-As often as an average of twenty times a year. I started at twenty-two and
I am thirty-two now. So eleven times twenty is more or less two hundred and
twenty times.

-Do you like it?

-I have chosen meat and tomato juice so you can imagine that this tomato
sauce that is slipping now down the corners of my lips can be fancied as
shit. I love to see my tongue, teeth and lips full with shit. I have never
spread shit all over my body cause I would have to go to the shower then
and you know I don't like the shower. And the taste of shit never abandons
you. If you want to taste it again you only have to belch and it comes
back.

-I am really enjoying my meal, Sir. The smell of farts and shit surround
us. It is a perfect perfume for meals. Sir, I cannot wait to tell you that
I am gonna shit after lunch and I want you to come with me and see me.

-Wonderful, my sweetest thing.

-Sir, I want you to enjoy as much as you can. First, let me tell you that
if you don't like the smell of my shit, please leave the bathroom and?

-Where will you shit?

-This first time, it will be in my bedroom toilet, Sir, but if you happen
to like the show, every day I will tell you when I have to shit and you can
come and see me. I would be changing the toilet or the place and one day I
could even shit here, in the living room floor. That's why I wanted to tell
you, Sir, that if you really like it, you can do anything and as many times
as you wish. I'm not gonna shit for your pleasure and be shy later. So
please you can have as many little snacks as you want. Even more than you
mentioned last night. Feel free to eat that which my stomach has
affectionately cooked for you.

Some more farts and we finished lunch. It had been a perfect pig meal. Now
I knew I would always like eating with him like that. We both cummed again
on the floor and I stood up and went to the kitchen to do the washing-up.
He approached the kitchen door and remained there, waiting for me. I soon
finished and called him to come up the stairs with me to my room. I am glad
he was coming with me, glad he was cumming with me.