Date: Mon, 22 Sep 2008 16:57:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Toby Tyler <tobyt_yler@yahoo.com>
Subject: Poor Little Shit Boy Chapter 13

Poor Little Shit Boy

By

Toby Tyler

(MBb, incest, int, oral, piss, scat, bd, submission)

The story is completely fiction. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal to
read it, then shame on you! If you enjoyed my story, you can check out some
of my other stories on Nifty: Seventh Grade Foot Slave, Fucked-Up Kid,
Brother Sucker, Scat Boy For Pay, Zack In The Box and Urinal Boy. I love to
hear from my readers. You can email me at Tobyt_yler@yahoo.com, and please
remember to mention the title of the story in the subject line.

Poor Little Shit Boy


Chapter 13

Cody stood in the middle of the living room with his arms crossed. "No, I'm
not going to my room!" he shouted angrily at his dad. "You never pay any
attention to me anymore and I'm not gonna stand for it!"

"Cody, please!" His father replied, exasperated. "You know I'm very busy
these days. I've got a lot going on with the factory right now. Please,
just go to your room and surf the net for porn or something."

"I don't want to look at porn, Dad! I want you to fuck me! When's the last
time you gave me any dick? It's been weeks!"

"I thought you enjoyed playing with Noah."

"That's different. And besides, you said I was grounded. How can I play
with Noah unless you un-ground me?"

"Well," Harry Muck replied wearily, "you should have thought of that before
you kicked a hole in that Lisa Yuskavage painting."

"Well, it was an ugly painting. Who wants to look at tits and ass around
here anyway? Not you, me or Noah!"

"That's not the point, Cody. That painting was an investment. It was
valuable. You shouldn't have damaged it."

"Well, at least you're paying attention to me now!" Cody paused, looking a
little sad. "I want you to love me, Daddy. Like you used to."

"Well, you're not exactly being loveable right now."

"Cuz we don't have sex anymore. We don't even use the rim chair that much."

"Oh God, Cody, I wish we hadn't started this!"

"You started it, Dad. Now I can't get enough!"

Mr. Muck threw his hands up in the air. "Okay, Cody, I give up! How's this
for a deal? You're still grounded for the week. For punishment I'm taking
away your video camera and making you stay in your room and do your
homework."

"But my tutor always does my homework!" Cody protested.

"Well, this week you can do your own homework."

"But you said you'd make me a deal. What's the deal?"

"The deal is you stay in your room and set up the rim chair."

Cody smiled when he heard this.

"I'll be visiting you up there when I need to relieve myself."

Cody's grin became even wider.

"And Cody," Mr. Muck added. "If you need to relieve yourself, just call me
and I'll take care of you. You're not allowed to leave your room, even to
go to the bathroom."

Cody jumped up and started kissing his father. "Thanks, Daddy! You give the
fairest punishments!"

"See, I'm not such a bad father after all."

***

Noah tried to adjust the volume on the phone. "Why are you whispering,
Cody? I can't hear you!"

"Cuz I'm not supposed to be on the phone," Cody whispered on the other
end. "Dad grounded me."

"For what?"

"Cuz I kicked a hole in a Lisa Yuskavage painting."

"What the hell did you do that for?"

"Cuz Dad didn't want to have sex with me."

Noah suppressed a giggle. "Cody, have I ever told you you're a spoiled
brat?"

"You tell me that about once a week. But the reason I called you is cuz I
have bad news and good news and bad news and good news."

"Okay, what's the bad news?"

"Well, the bad news is I'm grounded this week. So that means we're gonna
have to postpone our double date with Donovan and his new boyfriend."

Noah was relieved. He wasn't looking forward to a double date, especially
since he barely knew Donovan and didn't know Donovan's boyfriend at
all. "Okay, what's the good news?" he asked.

"Well, the good news is that Carson got an acting job on a TV show."

"Wow! That's cool!" Noah exclaimed. He had a fondness for Cody's twin
cousins Carson and Justin. "What show is it?"

"It's a new show," Cody explained. "They're working on the pilot right
now. You know `That 70's Show'?"

"Yeah."

"Well, the way Carson described it to me is the new show's something like
`that early 80's high school sex comedy show'. They haven't come up with a
name for it yet."

"That sounds like it can be really good or really bad."

"I'm expecting it to be awful."

"So what's the bad news?" Noah asked.

"The bad news is that that means that the twins are gonna have to move to
California at least part of the year so Carson can work on the show."

"That is bad news," Noah agreed. "So what's the good news?"

"Well, the good news," Cody explained, "is that Dad decided to throw the
twins a going away orgy next Saturday. So far it's just gonna be you, me,
Dad and the twins. Unless you can think of anyone else you want to invite."

"Is the rim chair gonna be involved?"

"Maybe. Why do you ask?"

Noah hesitated. "Well, if you guys aren't planning on getting TOO kinky,
uh, I was thinking that maybe we should invite Diego."

Cody couldn't stop laughing. "Diego? You gotta be kidding!"

"What's so funny about that?"

"Diego is the last person I'd ever think of inviting! He's the straightest
boy in the whole school!"

"What are you talking about, Cody? Don't you remember that Diego and I were
going out for a while. You know, when you and I weren't talking."

"Noah, I totally saw through that! It was so obvious you were trying to
make me jealous and it didn't work! You couldn't fool me! I know Diego is
as straight as they come!"

"I wouldn't be so sure of that, Cody."

"Yeah, whatever. Sure, go ahead. Invite Diego."

"I don't want to now. If I invite him you're gonna be a jerk and do
something to freak him out!"

"You don't think an orgy organized by me and my dad isn't enough to freak
out just about any of our classmates?"

"You've got a point there. On second thought, maybe I won't invite Diego."

*** "Justin, please," Noah begged, "take those things out of your mouth. I
can't look at you when you've got them in."

"These are professional fangs," Justin said, pointing to his new sharp
canines, "Dr. Rosenbloom made them special for me as a going away present!"

"How come he didn't give me a going away present?" Carson complained. "I'm
the reason we're going away, after all!"

"Maybe because you didn't ask!" Justin turned to Noah again. "Sure you
don't want to try kissing a vampire, Noah?"

"I think I'll pass."

"Hey Noah," Cody said, affectionately kissing Noah on the cheek, "didn't
you say your mom's a dental assistant?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I hear Dr. Rosenbloom is looking for a new assistant," Justin interjected.

Noah looked at Cody, then at Carson, then at Justin, then at Justin's
fangs. Noah knew that on some level Dr. Rosenbloom was connected with the
Muck family madness. He certainly didn't want his mother working with a
dentist who made fangs for his patients and seemed to enjoy giving kids
lots of laughing gas. "I think she's happy with the dentist she's working
for."

The boys went down to the rumpus room to look at the party decorations.

"Oh my God!" Carson exclaimed, pointing at the refreshment table. "I've
never seen anything so wonderfully tacky! Cody, where the hell did your dad
get those disgusting cakes?"

Noah looked closely at the cakes on the table. Each cake was shaped like a
large cock and iced with pink frosting.

"There's a cake shop in Broadhollow that specializes in x-rated cakes,"
Cody said, sticking his finger in a large glob of white frosting that was
supposed to represent semen spurting out of the cock cake. He licked the
frosting off his finger. "It kind of gives me some ideas for a new video."

"Everything gives you ideas for a video!" Noah giggled.

"And by the way, Noah," Cody winked, "since I know you like ice cream
cakes, there's a Fudgie the Whale in the freezer!"

"When are we going to start the orgy?" Carson asked, licking his lips.

"We're just waiting on Diego," Cody said. "Noah, I can't believe you
invited Diego! How the hell did you get him to agree to come!"

"I just told him we were having a party," Noah shrugged.

"Did you tell him what kind of a party?"

"Not really."

The twins laughed. "Boy, is your friend going to be in for a big surprise!"

"Cody, why don't we find your dad? Maybe he can entertain us while we're
waiting."

"Good idea. I'll go get him."

***

It was a beautiful day. Young Harry stood by the side of the highway, his
portfolio in one hand and his other hand extended, thumb out. He was
excited. His new life was about to begin.

"Fuck you, Mom!" He shouted to the sky, the highway and everything around
him. "Fuck you, Dad! Fuck you, St. Aloysius Prep and fuck getting into
Princeton!" Then he took a deep breath.

"And fuck you, Muck Amalgamated Chemical Corporation!" There, he'd said
it. Hell would freeze over before he would ever work for the family
company. They were all a bunch of squares, all of them. Dad, Mom, Uncle
Joseph, all a bunch of phony plastic people.

After a while, a powder blue Pontiac GTO stopped for him. "Thanks, man"
Harry said as he went for the back door. But the driver opened up the front
door for him instead. Cool, Harry thought, I get to ride shotgun.

"Hey kid, you can put that thing in the back seat," the driver said,
pointing to Harry's portfolio. The driver was a colored man.

"Thanks, man," Harry said again, putting his portfolio flat on the back
seat.

"What you got in there, anyway?"

"My art. I'm goin' to New York."

"I aint goin' as far as New York City, but I'll take you as far as I can."

"That's cool. Thanks, man."

The colored man was pretty hip. Black people usually were pretty hip, since
they understood about fighting The Man. He seemed interested when Harry
told him about his art, and how he was quitting school to go live in New
York and be an artist. He told the man about how he cut out the address of
the Leo Castelli gallery from an issue of Artforum. The first thing he was
going to do when he got to New York was to go right to the gallery and show
Mr. Castelli his work in person.

"So, you're aimin' to make it big in the big city," the colored man
grinned. He'd heard it all before.

"I'm gonna try!" Harry grinned back.

"Say kid, you wanna blow some grass?" The man asked, pulling a joint out of
his vest pocket.

"Sure, man. Let's blow some grass."

Harry felt very pleased with himself. If only his uptight parents could see
him now! He had only been on the road for a few hours and he was already
smoking reefer with a Negro! Imagine how shocked they would be if they knew
what their son was up to!

"Take it easy, kid," the man said, patting Harry's back as the boy coughed
up a lungful of strong marijuana smoke. "That's Acapulco Gold, real strong
shit. Just take it easy."

"Thanks, man."

"How old are you, anyway?"

"Seventeen."

The marijuana began to take effect. It was a lot stronger than the stuff
that his friend Kip used to get. It was actually the strongest weed he had
ever had. Harry found himself zoning out as he stared blankly at the
converging highway lines. He could barely move, and he felt like his brain
had been scrambled with an egg beater.

Harry was so spaced out that he didn't even hear the man talking to
him. "Say what?" he asked.

"I said, stop playin' with the fuckin' dial! Pick a station and leave it
there!"

Without even realizing it, Harry had been fiddling with the radio dial,
alternating between a talk show where an angry caller was complaining about
anti-war protesters, and a music station playing Percy Faith's theme from
"A Summer Place."

Harry let go of the dial, leaving it on "A Summer Place."

The man was talking to him again.

"Say what?" Harry asked.

They were off the highway now. When did they turn off? Harry hadn't
noticed. The man put his car in park on a lonely road near an industrial
park.

"I asked if you like dark meat."

"Huh?"

Then Harry realized what was going on. The black man was a queer! Harry
didn't mind queers because they usually weren't very uptight. His friend
Kip was queer for him, and Harry would get free weed when he let Kip suck
his cock. It was no big deal, but he never told Gretchen, his girlfriend,
about it. She didn't need to know.

"I asked if you like dark meat."

Harry saw that the man already had his big, black cock out. It wasn't even
fully hard yet, and it was huge. Holy shit, Harry thought.

"No man, I don't suck dick. But it's cool if you wanna suck mine," Harry
said, looking with just a little bit of fear at that huge cock. To Harry it
looked big and threatening, more like a weapon than a sexual organ.

"This aint no free ride, kid. I'll take you as far as you wanna go, but you
gotta do somethin' for me in return."

The man was serious. Hesitantly, he looked at the fat cock sticking out of
the man's jeans. Could he actually go down on that thing? How bad could it
be? Well, he did need a ride, so he might as well get it over with, he
figured. Nobody would have to know about this. Slowly, he bent over towards
the man's cock.

"That's it, white boy. I knew you wanted it."

Being stoned out of his mind made it easier for Harry to do what he had to
do. He wrapped his hand around the man's thick meat. It felt soft and heavy
in his hand. It made him think of a warm-blooded snake.  He brought his
lips to the fat, uncut head. He could smell the sweat from a tuft of curly
black hair poking out of the fly of the man's tight jeans.

The cockhead smelled and tasted like piss. At first Harry sucked
mechanically, hoping to get things over with as soon as possible. But the
man shifted a bit, opened his fly some more and pulled out a pair of heavy,
low-hanging balls. He grabbed Harry by the hair and pulled his face towards
his sweaty, smelly scrotum.

"Lick my balls! Yeah, that's it," the man moaned. The balls and pubic hair
were where all the sweaty smells were concentrated. It was when Harry
tasted the salty dried sweat from the colored man's balls that be began to
get an erection.

Look at your son, Mom, Harry thought to himself gleefully. Your darling,
innocent son is smoking reefer and getting queer with strange Negro men,
how do you like that? She would freak out if she only knew!

It was the thought of how shocked his prim and proper family would be that
propelled Harry into further arousal. The more he thought about how shocked
his family would be, the harder he got. He was still very high, but not as
high as he had been an hour ago. His mind was starting to return to him,
but there was still enough grass in his bloodstream to magnify the
sensations of sucking this colored man's cock to a new level of intensity.

Harry's tongue glided up the hairy scrotum and up the man's shaft, then
swirled around the head before touching a pearly drop of precum. The man
roughly grabbed Harry's hair and forced his mouth onto that giant cock. He
thrust it in deep, grinding the head against Harry's tonsils.

Harry gasped and choked, but the man would not let go of his head. Shit,
this is really uncomfortable! Harry thought. The black man continued to
fuck the white boy's throat with his huge meat, oblivious to the discomfort
he was causing to the boy.

He could do nothing but let the man continue to rape his throat. Harry felt
the man's big strong hands grasping his head like it was a basketball.

When Kip used to suck his dick, Harry would try to imagine what it felt
like to be a cocksucker. The reality was very different from what Harry had
imagined. He hadn't realized how strong a cock would smell and taste, and
how horny that rank, sweaty smell would make him. He also hadn't realized
how difficult it was to suck a big cock, especially if that big cock
belonged to a Negro who was using his face like a pussy. He felt his own
cock straining against his cut-offs and could feel the precum starting to
glue his own cockhead to his underwear.

With each vigorous thrust into his gullet, Harry got more excited. He was
starting to even feel pleasure from the friction of the girth of the cock
against his lips. The man yanked Harry's hair, pulling the boy off of his
cock for a moment.

"Tell me how much you love sucking black cock, Whitey!"

"I love black cock!" Harry gasped.

"Say it! You love SUCKING black cock!"

"I love sucking black cock!"

The man pushed Harry's head back down onto his cock, holding it there as he
pumped what seemed like a gallon of sperm into the back of Harry's
throat. He had no choice but to swallow; he would have choked otherwise.

Abruptly, the man pulled Harry off of his cock. He zipped up and looked at
Harry with disgust.

"Now get the fuck outta my car, you little white faggot!"

Harry was stunned. He wasn't the faggot, the colored dude was!

"I said get outta my car! Now!"

In fear, Harry obeyed. It was only when the GTO sped away did he realize
that his portfolio, with a year's worth of paintings and collages, was
still in the back seat of the colored man's car. Shit! Now he would have
nothing to show Leo Castelli!

He followed the road back to the highway, still horny, high, lost and
alone. The sun was setting. He'd need a place to crash soon. He stuck out
this thumb again. No luck.

Eventually, Harry walked down an exit ramp in search of some food. He had
two choices: a Sambo's and a Burger Chef. Harry walked into the Burger Chef
and ordered a Super Shef, fries and orangeade.

As he sat alone, eating his burger, he noticed that a man in his late 30's
was sitting in the next booth staring at him. What was up with all these
queers, Harry wondered. I guess queers really dig me, Harry thought.
Still, he needed a place to crash, and the queer looked like a real
clean-cut, straight-laced type of guy.

The man didn't even seem like a fag, except for the way he was practically
undressing Harry with his eyes. Harry decided that he definitely would let
the guy blow him in exchange for a place to sleep. While there was
something exciting about the way the black man had raped his mouth, Harry
decided that he wanted to stay in control and let the queers do all the
work from now on.

Harry gave the guy a wink. The man came over to Harry's table. "Mind if I
sit here?" he asked.

"Go ahead."

"My name's Ted. What's yours?"

"Harry. It's ten bucks if you wanna blow me. I need a place to crash
tonight. Can I stay at your pad?"

The man sat down and took a deep breath, then let out a long, low
whistle. "Nothing like being up front about it, is there?"

"That's what you want, right?"

"Keep your voice down. Ten bucks? Sure. Finish your burger and I'll take
you back to my place."

Harry finished his Super Shef and orangeade while the man continued to
talk, keeping his voice low. "Hey kid, I really dig your hair. Long hair on
a young dude really turns me on."

"My dad tried to make me cut it. I said fuck you, I'll do what I want. Fuck
them all. I'm going to New York. I'm an artist."

"You got a really nice body, too. Do you lift weights?"

"A little. I was on the wrestling team at school. But I didn't really hang
out with those guys at all. They were all really uptight. Uptight people
really bug me."

"You know what I really want to do with you, kid?"

"What?"

The man whispered what he wanted to do into the boy's ear. Harry looked at
the man, somewhat disgusted.

"You serious, man?"

The man nodded. He was serious.

"And I can crash at your pad?"

The man nodded.

"I'll do it for twenty bucks. Let's go."

When they got back to the guy's apartment, the man could hardly keep his
hands off of Harry.

Harry backed away when the man tried to kiss him. "No kissing," Harry
warned him. "I'm not queer."

"Of course not." The man slid his hands down, feeling Harry's ass through
his tight cut-offs. Then the man stepped away for a moment, looking
admirably at Harry's swelling crotch. He put his hand to the bulge, and
then slid it up towards Harry's belt.

"Hey Harry, I like your belt. The buckle is very interesting, isn't it?"

Harry looked down at his belt buckle. The buckle was round and had `Rorer
714' engraved on it.

Harry grinned proudly. "It's supposed to look like a Quaalude. Cool, aint
it?"

"Yeah, it is cool," the man said, tugging at the belt. "What does your mom
think of it?"

"She doesn't get it. I mean, she doesn't know what it means. If she did,
she'd freak out."

Harry was starting to get nervous about what the man wanted to do. His
stomach was in knots. "Say, where's the bathroom?"

"Remember our agreement, Harry."

"I dunno, I just can't. It's too far out. I don't wanna. Is that the
bathroom?"

"My bathroom is off limits to you, kid. If you have to take a shit, you
know what you have to do!"

Harry was starting to get panicked. He did have to take a shit, but he
couldn't picture himself actually taking a dump in that man's mouth. That
man was really crazy if he wanted him to do that! He tried the bathroom
door. It was locked.

The man reached for Harry's belt again. "Look, kid, you gotta go, right?
And you need twenty bucks, right? Well, if you don't give it to me you're
going back on the street tonight. You don't want that, do you?"

"Okay, fine. I'll do it. Where do you want me?"

"Take off your shorts and get on the sofa. On your knees with your ass
out."

Harry did as he was told. It felt funny to have his asshole exposed to the
air like that, but the man's warm breath on his hole began to get Harry
hard again. Then he felt the man's tongue sliding into his hole.

Getting his ass eaten was a real gas for Harry. After years of the scratchy
toilet paper at St. Aloysius, the warm soft tongue felt like a dream on
Harry's tender hole. He backed up onto the man's tongue. The man's tongue
dug in deeper. Now Harry was fully hard, and he started to jack himself
with one had while supporting himself with the other. He turned around and
could see that the man was jacking off, too.

"You like my shitty ass? That's nasty!" Harry teased. The man moaned,
shoving his tongue in and out of Harry's hole like a piston. "Eat my ass,
you filthy queer!"

Harry realized that part of this guy's trip was the verbal abuse, so he
kept going with it. Somehow it didn't feel right to Harry at first, but
soon he found himself really getting into the play-acting for the
guy. "Yeah, you sick fuck, you wanna eat my shit, don't you? Tell me you
do!"

"I wanna eat your shit, kid! Give it to me!"

"You're disgusting. You're nothing but a dirty shit eater. Yeah, kiss my
ass, you nasty pervert!"

"Oh God! I can taste your shit! Push it out!"

"You ready for it, pig? Ready to eat my shit, faggot?"

"Yeah! I want it now!"

"Say please! Say `please Harry, can I eat your shit?'"

"Please, Harry, can I eat your shit?"

Harry began to push the shit out. It didn't want to come out, since he had
been holding it for so long. The man went wild as Harry felt the tip of the
shit poke out of his hole. He pushed harder, but it didn't want to come. He
grunted and strained even harder. He pushed so hard he saw stars. Finally
the shit, along with some watery ass juices, squirted into the man's
mouth. He heard the man gasp and ejaculate all over the floor.

"Swallow it, fag!"

"Mmph!"

"Now lick my ass clean!"

Harry totally got off on making the man serve as his toilet paper. It gave
him a thrill and a sense of power and control. He shot his load on the
cushions of the couch with the man's tongue deep in his ass. The man
crawled over to the cushions and licked up all of Harry's cum. Then he
tried to lick the cum off of Harry's dick. Harry wouldn't let him.

"There's no way I'm letting you put your filthy tongue on my dick now,
fag!" Harry sneered. "I gotta piss, though. Open your mouth."

"Thanks, kid!"

Harry filled the man's mouth with his piss, then grabbed his cut-offs and
put them back on. "Now what about my twenty bucks?" he asked.

The man pulled up his pants and reached for his wallet. "Here you go,
kid. When you leave, if you take a left you can get back on the highway."

It was clear that the man didn't want Harry around anymore, now that he had
gotten off. But he didn't seem like a jerk, so Harry decided to press the
issue.

"But I thought you said I could crash here."

"Oh, all right. Just for tonight, though. You gotta leave when I go to work
in the morning. You can sleep on the couch."

"Thanks, man."

***

The boys sat on plastic sheeting around Harry Muck, who was seated on the
rim chair.

"That story was awesome, Uncle Harry!" Justin exclaimed.

"Dad's first shit eater! I've heard that one a million times!" Cody
groaned, sounding bored.

"Too bad nobody hitchhikes anymore," Carson sighed. "That sounded like
fun."

"Hey Noah," Cody said, "I don't think Diego's gonna show up."

"Maybe your friend chickened out," Justin added. Then he turned to
Cody. "Your dad's story got me really horny. Let's start the fun without
him."

Noah looked at his watch. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Okay, how should we
start? I've never been to an orgy before."

To Be Continued