Date: Tue, 30 Jun 2015 08:09:09 +0200
From: jt.poopinhinder@mail.com
Subject: Mushy Matt at Messy-Mart

MUSHY MATT AT MESSY-MART
By J.T. Poopinhinder
M/b, anal

The following story is a work of fiction. No tween todgers or their shiny,
smelly tunnels were messed or pillaged in the making of this motion
picture. So, you know. Don't make a stink about it. If you're not inclined
to slip into a public bathroom, drop your drawers and read this kinda
stuff, or if it's illegal where you live, please give yourself a cursory
wipe and move on.

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Saturday morning at 10:00...

Already the temperature was north of 90 degrees and the humidity was maxed
out at 100%.  Stepping outside was like walking into an animal's mouth. The
blacktop in the parking lot only increased the misery factory by absorbing
all that morning heat and radiating it back up at me as I walked to the
store entrance. I was tired from a long week at work and horny as hell,
having had no time to jack off the past three nights.

Walking through the door I was immediately cocooned in a rush of cool air,
warding off the outside misery.  But that was but a small consolation as
compared to the task of navigating Messy-Mart on the first Saturday of the
month.

I was resigned to the fact that I would have to face the unwashed masses.
However, this store visit was a necessary evil. Damn Messy-Mart for their
convenience and low prices.  One stop and I could buy everything on my list
and be home in less than half an hour. For me it was always the conflict
between good taste and my wallet. In this case, the wallet won the day.

I grabbed a shopping cart and quickly navigated my way through the crowded
aisles and the all the Mama Junes and Honey Boo-Boo's that were snapping up
this month's bargains. The truth is that while it was frustrating, it was
also a bit amusing to watch the Redneck Rendezvous in action. You haven't
lived until you catch the scent of the trinity wafting from Georgia's
natives on a hot morning...cigarette, sweat and soured clothing.

The consolation prize was that the store, as usual, was filled with lots of
boys, especially boys in the 10 to 12 year old range that had been catching
my attention with a vengeance of late. Still somewhat naïve and
innocent, but old enough to be playing naughty games with their friends
when away from prying eyes. I was idly perusing the eye candy, not really
doing more than taking a quick glance and moving on.

I was heading toward the electronics department to pick up a spindle of
blank DVDs and was passing by the boy's clothing racks. He was standing
there looking at the tee shirts with the rebel flag emblazoned on the
front. He was probably 11 or 12 years old, but it is hard to tell these
days. Boys seem to grow so fast. He was wearing an oversized tee shirt,
baggy. well-worn cargo shorts and flip flops. He was facing away from me,
so I could not see his face, but he had longer, shaggy hair that was
looking unkempt this morning, a sure sign that he had been dragged out of
the bed and shuttled to the store without the benefit of a shower. You just
have to love young country boys.

I took a good long look at his backside as I passed, imagining the stink
level between his unwashed cheeks. It was a hot and humid day already, so I
was pretty sure he was brewing up some of the finest boy butter in his
tight little churn. I wasn't really taking that much care be discreet and
sure enough he turned at just the right moment and caught me staring at his
butt. I caught his eye and quickly turned away, feeling his eyes linger on
me for just the briefest moment, likely wondering why this stranger was
looking his way. Oh well, no harm, no foul I figured.

Fast forward ten minutes and I'm heading up the main aisle toward the
checkout area of the store and detour through the Summer Specials displays
to grab a disposable cooler for tomorrow evening's trip to the lake. I
turned up the aisle and there is country boy, standing there looking at the
pool floats. Never being one to pass up a perving opportunity I gave him a
good once over, noting the smoothness of his legs and arms, and the little
rounded protrusion of his butt cheeks.  This time he busted me big time as
I looked up and saw him looking back at me.  He knew for certain that I was
staring at him and I was pretty sure he knew why because his cheeks
reddened just a bit and he looked down at his feet. When he looked back up
I gave him a bit of a smile and walked away toward the checkout
area. Hardly daring to breathe, I did a quick look over my shoulder and he
was following me with his gaze, but again looked away out of embarrassment.
It was like hooking a tricky fish...if you didn't set the hook at just the
right moment, you would lose the catch.

When he looked back again, I gave him a quick wink and headed straight for
the bathrooms in the front of the store, making a point to push my shopping
cart to the side of the aisle and abandon it.  My intention had to be
pretty clear. I was already shaking in anticipation.  Boys like this one
just didn't come across my pathway very often, if at all.

One final glance over my shoulder to see if my little catch was going to
follow me, and I walked into the family bathroom and left the door slightly
open.  I seated my self on the toilet seat and waited. It was a nerve
wracking few seconds because I could only wait so long before I had to shut
the door to keep out Momma Jean and little Suzy who needs to pee or give up
and just exit the bathroom.

Just before I lost my nerve and prepared to bolt, I saw him peeking through
the crack in the doorway. I smiled and motioned for him to come in.

He quickly slipped inside and shut the door, backing up against it to
maintain the maximum distance between us.  It was obvious he was quite
scared of what might happen next and unsure whether he wanted to be a part
of it.  He was visibly trembling and looking down at his feet, with only
the quick, furtive glance up at me. His shoulders were hunched in and his
hands were thrust down into his pockets. It was such a sweet sight, making
me feel a little bit of sympathy for the boy.

But at the same time, his little cock was hard, tenting the front of his
shorts.  Even if he didn't know why he was standing in the bathroom with a
strange man, his cock certainly did.  Up close like this, I could smell his
fear, as well as the sweaty, musky scent he was radiating. I was hard as a
rock myself, but needed to take these first couple of steps slowly.

I got my first close up look at the boy now that he was standing less than
four feet from me and I had landed one hot little fucker. He was not some
magazine beauty, but rather a disheveled, messy haired boy with brown eyes,
a smattering of freckles and cute ears.  In other words, a very normal boy,
the hottest kind in my book because he was real.

"Cool tee shirt man....name is Mark."

It was a pretty lame and nondescript way to start a conversation, but I had
a scared little doe on my hands and any big movements would likely frighten
him off.

"Names Matt," he mumbled out, barely audible, never looking up at me. He
had the cutest southern drawl. Matt came out May-It.

"You know why I was checking you out in the store?"

For a moment, silence. Matt stood there looking down, the reddening of his
cheeks broadcasting that he understood well enough the reasons why.

"Yeah I guess. You like me?"

"Sure. You're a hot boy. You okay with that?"

More blushing from Matt as he tried to melt into the bathroom door.

"Dunno...what you gonna do?"

"That's up to you Matt.  We won't do anything you don't want to do?"

"I dunno.  Its just...just you lookin at me kind of made me feel funny good
and I kinda hear other boys talk about grown-up stuff.

"I'd like to make you feel even better Matt.  Would you like that?

Another long silence...this time I was sure he would change his mind and
scatter before he finally spoke.

"Yeah...its just that I'm...I'm kinda scared" he half-whispered, and I
could see his hands shaking in his pockets.

The kid was nervous and still had a hard cock. Scared to death, but excited
as hell at the same time. I reached out across the little room and grabbed
his forearm and gently coaxed him toward me, snugged him up between my
spread legs, wrapped my arms tight around him and let him bury his head on
my shoulder.

He was almost rigid with tension as I held him, matching the rigidity of
his little cock which I could feel poking me in the stomach. He was shaking
softly, but I had one fucking hot boy in my arms who would likely do
whatever I wanted if I played my cards right.

So I just held him until he started to relax in my arms and the tension
started to drain out of his body. As I suspected this boy was very
willing...yes he was scared, but only because he didn't understand his need
yet. Damn, that combination just inflamed my lust and I was afraid I would
cum before ever touched my cock.

The boy was radiating scent like a bitch in heat. He was giving off a musky
warm scent, laced with that sour, sweaty smell of an active boy who hasn't
bathed in the past day or so. I wanted to take the time to slowly unwrap
this boy and explore every crack, crevice and fold of skin on his young
body, but the painful truth is that we were in the public family restroom
in Messy-Mart on a Saturday morning. We had 10 minutes, maybe 15 at the
outside before we had 20 mamas and young kids up the door, desperate to
pee.

It was time to pluck this peach and take my chances before the referee blew
the whistle for halftime.

As I let my hands drift down to his cloth covered cheeks, I whispered in
his ear "Matt, just relax. I'm not going to hurt you."

"Mm'k" was his only response as if I'd asked him whether he wanted a
popsicle. Which, by the way, he was about to get. Only hotter.

I slipped my hand down into his khaki shorts and under the waist band of
his undies, letting my hand contact his bare flesh.  His skin was hot and
moist to the touch and I was eagerly anticipating just how moist and slimy
he was going to be between the cheeks.

As my fingers moved toward his crack and began to slide into the warm and
sticky valley, he jerked his hips forward and grunted out a sharp "No!"

"What is it?  I'm just going to play with your ass a bit."

"No you can't...I didn't...I mean it's...aw, shit!" He was struggling with
his words, but I was already smiling at the cute way he said "shit"...sort
of a two and a half syllable "sheeyut." I also suspected he knew he was
dirty back there and was embarrassed for me to find out.  I did not care.
In fact, knowing that he was dirty under the hood only increased the
painful stiffness in my cock.

"Come on Matt, let me play with your butt?"

"But it's my butt and it might be dirty!"

Bingo...just as I suspected and hoped would be the truth. So as I pushed my
fingers toward his hidden button I whispered in his ear "That's okay
Matt. I like boy butts, especially when they are dirty and stinky."

You would have thought I had shocked him with electricity. And whether is
was from the touch of my fingertip on his sensitive ass lips or the shock
of hearing an adult tell him he liked his stinky butt, he stiffened against
me and shivered at the words and touch.

And fucking hell...he was definitely moist, tacky and greasy to the
touch. It felt like someone has smeared a stick of butter across his
shitter. I just let my fingers rub and massage his little pucker for a
couple of minutes, letting him register the good sensations firing from
those never endings, causing his still hard tween cock to spasm. I knew it
felt good because he pressed his crotch harder against me and didn't pull
away.

Not wasting any more time, I let my the tip of my middle finger find the
center of his puffy ring and press against the resistance. He was tight,
but not as much as you might expect.  There was resistance, but it was a
soft barrier that was easy to breach, especially given all of the natural,
slippery lubrication already built up on his hole.

My finger slid right up to the second knuckle like a hot knife through
butter.  He was warm and mushy up inside and his pussy walls offered no
resistance to the foreign invasion.  He groaned his hot boy breath into my
ear and slurred out something that sounded like "feels funny...feels full."
I pressed my advantage and pushed a little deeper, bumped against his
little fuck nut and pressed hard against it.

"Uuuunnnnggghhh...aaaahhhhhhhhhh...feels funny good!" A half-groan,
half-moan of boy approval in my book and the green light to move the stakes
quickly higher.

A couple of quick finger fucks and I pulled out and brought my hand up
between our two faces.  My finger was moist and glazed with his anal
secretions and a bit of tan haze left from his last half-hearted bum swipe
with toilet paper.

FUCK...I could smell my finger before it was within six inches of my
nostrils, which flared at the rich, pungency of his stink.  I put that
nasty, stinky finger right up under my nose and took at deep huff of his
fumes, registering the raw, dankness of his hole...that musky, almost meaty
smell...it was sour and a bit astringent like room temperature blue
cheese...it was earthy and bitter...it was copper with vinegar. All in all
it was pure, unwashed, dirty boy cunt and it's strength made my eyes and
cock leak at the same time as I breathed in a deep lungful.

Matt was staring wide-eyed in disbelief as I reveled in his most primal
stink. I just grinned at him and took another long pull on that ass-glazed
finger for shock value.

Knowing that the time clock was quickly running out, I yanked down his
shorts and undies, letting that sweet, 3 inch boy boner pop free.  He was
definitely beautiful down there with only the softest downy pubes beginning
to populate his mound. And fuck, I could smell the scent of his sweaty
crotch roiling up off his boy junk...I love nothing better than the stink
of a boy's dick and sweaty balls, but that would have to wait until next
time, assuming there was a next time.

I pushed my own shorts and boxer briefs to the floor, sat back down on the
toilet seat and lifted Matt up into my lap, my hard cock locking into place
in his slick crack.  Such a hot fucking sight to me, having a nearly naked,
nervous but eager boy sitting in my lap, my cock about to go treasure
hunting in his secret cave.

I looked directly into his eyes and winked as I lifted his ass up just
enough to align the precum slick head of my cock with his greasy little
pucker.  My cock is normal length, approaching six inches, but is on the
thinner side. Perhaps a disadvantage in the adult world, but quite a bonus
when fucking boys. I knew this was going to be a bit uncomfortable for him
at first, but there was little chance I would do him any permanent damage.

Docking the head snugly in his stinky dimple, I began to apply downward
pressure on his hips, letting those cunt lips start to spread across my
cock head.  It was an agonizing few seconds as his warm moistness began to
envelop my cock and then I popped inside his first sphincter, his ring
clamped firmly just underneath the flare of my head.

Matt had his eyes closed and his head tilted back slightly, but his hard
cock let me know that he was still very sexually excited about what was
happening at the moment. I started to push down on his hips again and to my
surprise he began to push himself down on my shaft until his smooth taint
was pressed against my pubes. Damn if the boy didn't just fully impale
himself on my throbbing cock. And the only reaction from him was a heavy
exhale of breath as he bottomed out. Obviously this little turkey had
already been plucked by someone and we could proceed full speed ahead.

No matter how many times you experience it, the feeling of a boy's warm,
moist cunt wrapped around your cock shaft is almost a religious
experience. And Matt was no exception.  He was so soft and mushy inside,
totally yielding to the invasion of my cock.

Two words...that was all he said, just two words "Fuck me."

To hear a boy groan out those words to you as your cock is marinating six
inches deep in this cunt, will break the resistance of the strongest man.
Who was I to argue with the boy?

And so we began the dance of the ages...man and boy mated together. I began
to fuck up into his clenching, squelching guts, raking my cock across his
immature prostate with each thrust. And sweet mama, the smell rolling up
from his stretched out hole was the scent of hot "fuck ass", the raw
ripeness that my thrusting was dragging out from deep inside his ass. And
his ass was smearing me with a glaze of peanut-butter streaks up and down
the shaft. The sight and smell of the fuck drove me nearly insane with lust
and I increased the pace of the breeding. Let's face it, if you
spontaneously fuck an 11 year old boy in the bathroom at Messy-Mart, it is
going to be messy. No way around that fact of biology. And I was just fine
with that...there is nothing hotter than a dirty boy fuck and Matt was one
dirty boy!!

And just when I thought I would go out of my mind smelling, seeing and
hearing the dirty fuck I was giving this boy, one particular hard thrust up
into his pooper caused him to release one strong spurt of piss out of the
end of his little throbber, right up against my chin. Oh fuck, the hot
wetness and tangy smell of his bladder brew, combined with the suffocating
stink of our fuck pushed me over the edge far too quickly and I slammed
deep into Matt's insides one final time and blasted my babies all the way
up to his ovaries.

Call me selfish if you want, but I was so insanely hot and horny for this
boy's tail feathers, that I honestly didn't know whether he came or not.
And I wasn't going to find out anytime today. My balls were just beginning
to stop belching cum into Matt and the excess was oozing out of his
reddened pucker, running back down my shaft, tinged with the tan residue of
his insides. The room literally reeked of a dirty fuck and man cock but
there was no time for a post-coital sniffing of the stink, like savoring a
fine cigar after a good meal because at that moment there was a frantic
knocking on the door. Somebody needed to pee and our little private tryst
need to come to an abrupt end.

I pulled Matt off my cock with a slurping plop, grabbed a wad of tissue and
wiped away most of the dick drool and brown smudge off his swollen hole.
While he was pulling up his pants, I gave the same cursory swipe to my
slimy, smeared dick and dressed quickly. A good clean up would have to wait
until I got home, but the truth is that the ride home in the car smelling
Matt's cunt cologne would likely get me hard enough to jack off again!!

There literally was no time for a post fuck conversation, but then what was
there to say when you just fucked an 11 year old boy.  I just ruffled his
hair and said "Thanks, Matt. I like you a lot." to which he sheepishly
replied "Next Saturday in Electronics?"

I must have looked puzzled for a moment, because he said quietly "I'll meet
you again next Saturday in Electronics," and with that he reached for the
doorknob.

Fuck...I was stunned. This little country boy seemed to be filled with
surprises.

And despite the rapid turn of events, I was definitely looking forward to
discovering more of his charms at our next rendezvous.

I guess what they say is really true. You really can get anything you need
at Messy-Mart, even if that's a piece of hot, dirty boy ass!

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