Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 18:32:27 -0800 (PST)
From: Tracy Smith <tracysmith20022002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Paper Boy's Dilemma, Part 5 (M/b, scat, ws, oral, anal)

This is a fictional story of sexual activity between related males of
different generations. If that offends you, or you're under age, or this
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This story is Copyright 2004, Tracy Smith, and may be republished or
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Bobby and I joined together even more intimately and lovingly than I could
have ever imagined, perhaps more even than Bobby thought possible. After my
inevitable cumming inside of his anus, we slumped together on my bed,
closely entwined, our bodies touching at nearly every point possible, my
warm hand caressing Bobby's erect cocklet, his pre-cum leaking into my
palm, then, quickly, spurting his precious fluid into my hand, leaking
between my fingers and onto the soft skin of Bobby's young ball sack.

We both dropped off to dream of each other, and eternal love.

Later, after we cleaned up, and between passionate farewell kisses, Bobby
promised me another surprise when he would come over the next Saturday....

I dreamt of Bobby several times that week, dreams of love and dreams of
lust. In those dreams, our lips sometimes meeting gently for what seemed
hours on end, other dreams where I nearly split his luscious body in two
with the force of my fucking, my swollen cock making his tight butt hole
bleed. But every dream ended with he and I both forcefully spurting our
seed onto, or into, the other. When I'd awaken, my sperm was sticky and
warm in my crotch. Often I'd have to masturbate again, just after cumming,
because of the intense sexual craving he was causing me.

The next Saturday arrived too slowly, but it did arrive. Bobby knocked on
my door, and when I opened it, he stood resplendent in near nakedness. He
wore a beat up baseball cap, backwards, the bill of it back on his head so
that his tousled blond hair was impeded in no way from getting into his
eyes. Those magnificent eyes, blue as the Caribbean, sparkled with his
youth and vitality, the corners wrinkled as he squinted out of the bright
sunshine into the relative darkness of my house interior. I could envision
exactly what the crows feet and age lines he would develop as a man would
look like, a striking vision of his beautiful manhood.

His cute perky nose wriggled slightly, his lips pulling back in a devil may
care grin. This was Bobby, my newspaper boy. My lover. My shit and piss
slut.

Bobby Olsen is 12 years old, cute as hell, his blonde of the dark variety,
his teeth even and white, his smile beautiful, freckles splashed across his
nose and upper cheeks in an All-American sort of way, his weight about 95
pounds and 4' 10" tall. Oh, and a cute little 4" cock that fit neatly
between my lips.

He was wearing a crop top jersey that ended just south of his nipples,
which I knew to be sweet little pink hard-ons, his smooth, lower chest and
slightly rounded tummy deliciously exposed. He was also sort of wearing an
oversize pair of denim cutoffs, badly faded and worn, and they slipped down
his hips so that the rivet snap came to rest just north of the beginning of
his pubic thatch - if he had one, which he didn't. Having explored that
particular area several times before in pursuit of our mutual pleasure, and
with my eyes already fixated on that swollen mound below it, I knew that
the ecstasy of his hot, pink cut cock was only inches, or a good hip shake,
away.

"Hi Daddy," Bobby sang as he advanced on me. As soon as we got inside the
door, he threw his short arms around me and, leaning up, kissed me
breathlessly.

Of course, I'm not really his "daddy." Me, I'm 35 year old neighbor Tracy
Smith, well to do, dark brown hair, fairly good looking, blue eyes much
like Bobby's though not as intensely blue, 180 pounds, 6' 1", a thick 8"
cock, and moderately hairy. I guess "daddy" was as good a term as any, I
certainly look like a typical father playing catch with his son as you
might see on your street, in front of your house. But honestly, neither
Bobby nor I were all that interested in baseball.

"Bobby, you look, umm, delicious in that get up. Where'd you get the
shorts, they look way too big for you to have worn out like that."

"Yeah, I got `em at a second hand store, already all worn out like
this. Just think, some other boy had his butt in these, probably went
commando in `em, my naked butt where his naked ass was, maybe he took a
shit or came or pissed in `em, whadda you think..." Bobby got all dreamy
eyed, and his dick jumped up just enough for his purple, swollen cock head
to slip over the rivet at the top of the shorts.

"Whoah, down boy, one more thought like that and those shorts'll be sitting
on the ground around your ankles!" I said.

"You mean you'll rip `em off me?" he asked, hopefully.

"No, I mean the only thing holding `em up right now is the size of your
cock, sweety." Bobby looked disappointed.

"I hoped you'd rip `em off," he said, looking down at my feet.

"No problem with that, lover," I said. "But how was your week? You said
you'd have a surprise...."

"Oh yeah," he said. "Come over here and smell my butt," he commanded.
Though many might have found it odd that a 12 year old boy was commanding a
35 year old man to `smell his butt,' it wasn't at all odd in our particular
relationship. We'd both eaten each other's shit, licked juicy assholes, and
I'd just fucked his pleasurable little ass the week before, so you could
definitely say that our relationship was on intimate terms.

In any case, I walked over to Bobby's slim body, put my hand on one of his
small hips, twirled him around hard and fast enough to make him gasp, and
bent over, my nose mere inches away from his nicely rounded, though still
denim-covered ass globes. "Geez, Bobby, your butt stinks so nice!" I
exclaimed, my mouth already watering. "What the fuck did you do?"

"I went to the bathroom all week, like I always do," Bobby grinned, "Except
I forgot to wipe after I shit. Or shat. Well, every time I pooped. Now my
butt itches," he concluded. "And I really need somebody to scratch my itchy
butt."

Bobby had taken, probably 10 or 12 dumps during the week (knowing his
appetite, probably a close guess), and had let the residue of his creamy
brown, stinky feces build up around the cute ring of his anus. I could only
imagine how much it must itch, from the few times I'd had a dirty hole for
an extended period of time. Obviously, Bobby would need some very
aggressive scratching. Fortunately I had just the right tools.

"How'd you keep from stinking up your school?" I asked him. "Like gym
class...."

"Well, no gym class this week, just the fundamentals of football, classroom
stuff," he said. And a pair of rubber underpants over everything to keep it
good and tasty," he finished. I could only imagine what his ass looked like
by this point. I reached down the front of his shorts to grasp his short,
thick cock between my fingers. His piss slit was already drooling
pre-cum. "I didn't jerk off at all this week, daddy, I saved all my cum for
you."

"That's nice, honey," I said. "I'd love to get a mouthful of your hot cum,
wanta give me some?"

I just nudged his shorts, and they dropped to the floor. There were copious
brown stains in the seat of the shorts, and Bobby stood before me smiling,
and completely naked. The smell of his ass fruit filled the room, too. I
knelt down in front of the boy, and gently sucked his hard dick into my
mouth, and kneaded his small, hairless balls between three fingers.

"Uhhhh! Suck my dick, daddy!!" Bobby hissed. "I'm gonna cum all night long,
and I'm cumming now!!!" Ah, the readiness of youth to fuck! He immediately
began oozing a thick wad of cum, right onto my tongue, followed by a hard
blast of cum that shot to the back of my throat, and almost made me cough.
I kept my mouth on his hard rod, though, and he rewarded me with two more
medium large globs of his boyish sperm, and I gathered it in my mouth.

I sucked on his little rod a few more moments, then stood up as he wrapped
his arms around my waist, and looked up enchantingly into my eyes. I leaned
down and his mouth automatically opened as he saw my lips approaching his.
I felt the soft, velvety fabric of his red lips, and the cum was tumbling
over my tongue and lips, to drool into his waiting mouth, as we kissed
harder.  I could feel his hand fumbling for my cock, but I hadn't taken the
time to remove my khaki pants, an omission I regretted now.

My hands went around Bobby's enchanting, round ass globes to grasp him
there, and I could feel how thickly his ass was encrusted with his own
shit. My finger went to his hole, which was incredibly hot, and I could
feel the shit thickly on my hands, like a man who tries to walk through a
nearly dry mud puddle, and finds that he's got half the mud on his shoes.
My finger burrowed into Bobby's ass hole, and he sighed into my mouth.
"Yeah," he muttered, almost incoherently.

"Bobby, let me see your ass, okay?" I said.

"Sure, but you've got to do something for me, too," he said.

"What's that?" I said.

"Take off you clothes, all of them.....take a really big shit into your
hand and bring it to me....and race me to your bedroom!" This last he
shouted out over his shoulder as he ran laughingly to my bedroom. I was a
step slower, and when I got to the bedroom, Bobby was crouched on his hands
and knees on the bed, his sweet ass fetchingly pointed at my face. There
must have been every shade of brown, from light to dark, spread in a rough
circle around his tiny pink anus, as he looked back at me from between his
slim legs. The shit was thickly caked on close to his winking anus, then a
thinner smear out to about 4" away from that cute ass hole.

I dropped my pants, and tore off my golf shirt, standing before him naked,
my 8" rod fully erect, and throbbing, my purple cut dick head oozing a
small pearl of cum through my piss slit. I approached Bobby, but he said,
"No, I said you have to take a shit. And it has to be a nice, thick brown
turd, or I won't play." I squatted down next to the bed, and while Bobby
watched, a moderately thick log quickly slid out into my waiting hand. It
was about 6" long, and 1-1/2" across or so. I slowly brought it up to bed
level, and Bobby squealed with pleasure when he saw it.

"Ooh, gimme," he said. He gently took the smelly brown turd into his hand,
sniffed it delicately, then said, "Now fuck my tight little ass, daddy!"
while he slowly inserted the turd into his mouth, as though he were sucking
a dick. He wiggled his butt at me, as though there might be some doubt
about what I should do, but it was pretty clear to me, and I wasn't about
to hesitate. I brought my leaking dick to Bobby's shit-covered hole, and my
cock easily slid inside his red hot rectum, while Bobby sucked on the slimy
turd.

I slid deeply inside of Bobby's hole, all the way to my crotch, some of
Bobby's still moist crap catching on and sticking to my dark pubic hairs.
Bobby pushed back against me, and moaned around the cock-shaped piece of
shit in his mouth, sucking it harder, and bobbing his mouth up and down on
it, as I began stroking in and out of his hot, tight rectum. "Ohh, Bobby,
your hot ass is so tight on my big, hard cock, baby! I'm fucking your
little boy cunt with my big, fat, hard cock, splitting your slutty pussy,
and fillin' it with all my sticky cum!"

We fucked like that for a few minutes, both of us savoring the pleasure we
were feeling, and the rank smell of Bobby's shit as I mashed it into both
of us, the pressure causing it to crack open where it had dried all over
his ass, releasing more shit smell. Bobby's drool on the shit log in his
mouth caused it to stink even more, and we both got high from the aroma of
man and boy shit.  As with every time I was with Bobby, I was ready to cum
quickly.

"Fuck, you hot slut!! I'm shootin' my hot fuckin' load inside your hot ass
hole! Shootin' my slick cum inside your ass, and all over the load of shit
on your ass! Fuck, baby!! Take my fuckin' load!!"

Bobby hurriedly chewed and swallowed the turd log in his mouth, and showed
me how good he was at talking dirty to his lover, too. "Fuck me, daddy!
Shove your giant cock inside my ass, you big fucker!! Fuck me, make me
cum!! I wanta eat your shit all night long, piss on me, make me your shit
pig slut!! Your little boy wants his daddy to fuck his tiny hole, and fill
his hot ass with your man cum!!" He punctuated his verbal filth by punching
his ass into my crotch, in a vain attempt to get me even deeper inside of
him. We both shot our loads, mine consisting of 6 or 7 large loads of cum
that I though might come out of his mouth. Bobby shot 3 or 4 fairly small
loads right onto my bedcover, without ever having touched his hot little
cock.

I held Bobby steady, and we stayed like that for a few minutes, until my
dick softened a little.  "What are you doing, daddy?" Bobby asked.

"I'm gonna piss inside your ass, honey," I said.

"No, no, don't. Please!" he said unexpectedly. I picked up on him
immediately.

"Fuck you, you little cunt!" I said. I didn't care what he wanted, I knew
what I wanted to do. I let my piss start flowing, slowly at first, then
harder as the urgency of my postponed pissing took over.

"No, please daddy, don't piss inside my tight little boy ass," Bobby
pleaded. "I don't want you to do it, it's dirty!" I kept pissing what felt
like a gallon of my rich, golden fluid, filling up Bobby's intestines with
my hot, bodily enema. Finally, my flow slowed, while Bobby struggled
faintly against me, but not too much. I felt like fucking him again, his
body was so sexy against mine, but I knew that'd make a major mess, so
instead I slowly withdrew my cock, saying, "Tighten your ass hole when you
feel me pop out, cunt."

Bobby did as I commanded, only a small dribble of yellow piss leaking down
his leg, along with some brown particles I had no doubt loosened inside his
rectum. He stayed up on his hands and knees, then moaned, "I have to go
take a shit, now!" I lightly slapped his full round ass globe, and said, "I
think we can take care of this right here."

"You mean...." he said.

"Yeah," I said. "I'm gonna suck your ass out, and lick your ass clean,
too." I lay on my back, facing up, and said, "Squat over me, bitch, so your
ass hole is over my mouth." Bobby squealed with happiness and did as I
ordered, his brown pucker descending to mere inches above my face.  "Hold
you ass closed, though, cunt. I'm not ready to drink your ass full of piss
just yet."

I started licking, and chewing all of Bobby's delicious shit, some of it
dried hard, some of it as creamy as though it had just squirted from his
bowels, while Bobby squirmed from the pressure of an ass full of his man's
hot piss. It was all good, and I must have eaten a half pound of Bobby's
crap from the last week. His skin was warm and smooth under my tongue, and
Bobby would squeal and giggle as my tongue tickled him. After what seemed
like an hour, I finally couldn't see any more shit, though there were still
plenty of smears of brown all around his bottom.

"Okay, now you can wash down my meal with some of that piss you've got," I
said. Bobby loosened his sphincter, and immediately my face was blasted by
a thin mixture of my piss, my cum and Bobby's shit and ass juices.
Arranging my mouth under him, I caught most of it, reveling in the taste. I
swallowed as much as I could, then signaled Bobby that I'd had enough, by
patting his smooth hip. Bobby squeezed his ass shut again, then lay down
next to me, kissing me all over my face and mouth, licking up all the bowel
waste he found there.

"Oh daddy, my boy pussy still feels so full....but I know what to do!" With
that he lay on his back, then brought his legs up, his knees to his thin
chest. "Push my butt up, daddy, so it's pointing up!" I did as he asked,
and Bobby let loose a thin stream of piss from his ass, and I could see
that it was a deep dark gold color, with many flecks of brown, and some
globs of white cum.. The piss-shit-cum mixture shot straight up about 6"
high, then fell back onto the underside of Bobby's hairless ball sack and
his 4" dick.

Bobby manipulated his hips even further over, so that the stream was headed
toward his face. He managed to get several streams of the mixture into his
mouth, though many more ended up in his hair, or his chest or just on the
bed. Finally, though, the flow out of his ass ended, and Bobby lay back
down on the now soaked bed, alongside of me. We intertwined our wet, smelly
naked bodies, kissing passionately, our tongues savoring the flavors of our
earthy congress, our hands stroking over each other's hard cock and full
balls, mine hairy, long and thick, his smooth, short and thin.

We fell asleep like that, and awakened several times to join mouth to cock,
and mouth to ass, the rest of that day.....

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