Date: Sat, 18 Aug 2007 08:02:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tracy Smith <tracysmith20022002@yahoo.com>
Subject: School for Excess, Part 2 (M/M/b/b, scat, ws, oral, anal)

Copyright 2007, Tracy Smith, and everything that goes with that.

This is a continuation of the story, "Fat Boy", but since the story line
has taken a drastic turn, I've retitled it to better reflect the new
direction. This is a fictional story of sexual activity among adult males
and (often) underage males. If that offends you, or you're underage, or
this story is illegal where you are, then don't read it. In any case,
though, please make a donation to the Nifty board for posting it.

If you like THIS story, you might also like "Sleepover Diversion", "Paper
Boy's Dilemma", "Fat Boy", and "Wearing Chris and Eric", all available at
www.nifty.org.

This is all fantasy, of course - but what a wonderfully PERVERTED fantasy!!
Write me at Tracysmith20022002@yahoo.com if you like it. If you don't like
it, well, I just don't know what to say.

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If you read "Fat Boy" (parts 1 and 2), you'll know I'm Scott O'Brien, a
brown-haired, blue-eyed, 205 pound, 6' 1" 21 year old ex-college football
quarterback. You'll also understand why I was the lover of a fabulously
wealthy blond, 23 year old ex-fat boy, Lynn Talbot. We shared a mutual
interest in gay sex, sex with young boys, and scat and water sports.

Lynn and I entered the secret entrance to our play area, accompanied by two
of the students. I was leading the way, hand in hand with Billy Masters, a
blond twelve year old. He had dark blue eyes, remarkably white, though
crooked teeth, hair that was short in front, but longish around the ears
and along the back. He had the most captivating habit of continually
tucking his hair behind his left ear. He was just a cunt hair under 100
pounds, and 5' tall.

"It's just tradition at the school," I'd told him, regarding boys holding
hands. He prattled on about how "awesome" it had been to play tennis with
the school's administrators, and I let his words slide right over me,
occasionally saying `uh huh', or `really' to him. My thoughts were on his
remarkably lovely body, to be quite truthful.

Behind us, and out of sight of Billy, Lynn had his hand down the back of
the tennis shorts of Jeffrey McBee, a 4' 10", 90 pound, dark-haired 11 year
old, with the most luminescent green eyes. Jeffrey was a classmate and
roommate of Billy's, though not a particularly close friend in the
past. Jeffrey was also very aware of Lynn and I's proclivities, and had
joined us several times.  I imagined that Lynn's long and slim middle
finger was probably deeply ensconced in Jeffrey's hot and moist anus,
judging by the grin on Jeffrey's face, snd the fatherly smile on Lynn. I
was a little jealous, since I'd have to wait a little longer to enjoy
Billy's hot little body.

But good things are worth waiting for, aren't they?

All four of us were covered in sweat, as we'd just played a highly vigorous
doubles match in humid ninety degree weather. Bill and I had taken on, and
defeated, Lynn and Jeffrey. I took Billy in my arms as soon as we got
inside, and felt him shiver with pleasure, partially from feeling my strong
grasp, and partially from the cooler air within. I could feel his small
nipples stiffen against my hairy chest.

"Here's a victory hug!" I told the naive boy. He sighed, unconsciously
enjoying the male to male contact, but not yet having a name for it.

"Here, lose that shirt, it's soaked," I said, lifting the collared white,
traditional tennis shirt over his head, revealing his cute chest, with his
two perfect, pink nipples. "You'll catch a chill," I explained. His body
shone as the light from the entrance sidelight reflected off the sheen of
his boyish sweat. I could see droplets of his salty perspiration racing
down from his shoulders, converging into rivulets as his nipples pushed
them together to the center of his chest, like tributaries of a stream
leading to a mighty river.

The salty liquor ran most charmingly over and through his small, inny belly
button, and down his hairless lower tummy to his shorts, where it darkened
the cloth further. I ran my index finger over his chest, through the slick,
clear liquid, then slipped it between my lips, savoring the taste of a
young boy. He looked at me curiously.

"I've never seen anyone do THAT before," he said, dubiously.

"You've never tasted sweat?" I said, looking at him sideways. I could feel
the slickness of his hairless arm on mine as we walked. I supposed that the
hairs on my arm were tickling him.  "Never had any sweat run down your
cheek and - POP!- fall into your mouth?"

"Well, yeah...." he said. "But, um, tasting someone else's?" I let the
question hang.

"Do you think there's any harm in it?" I asked him, with a smile.

"Nuhh," he said. "I guess not."

 "You've worked up quite a sweat," I said, as we entered the locker room
adjacent to the play room. I glanced back to see Lynn kissing Jeffrey
deeply, Jeffrey's hand inside the front of Lynn's shorts, obviously
fondling his large, stiff dick.

C'mon over here," I said to Billy, heading him over to the towel
rack. Jeffrey and Lynn had the good sense to head around the corner and out
of the room to take care of `issues' away from the two of us. I didn't want
them scaring Billy off. I grabbed a towel, and rubbed it lightly over
Billy's body, soaking up his perspiration.

"Take your shorts off," I said, not giving him time to think. "I'll get the
excess sweat off you." I was treated to the most "awesome" view as the boy
innocently rushed to comply with instructions. He pushed his shorts down,
held up only by the elastic waistband, to the floor, until they covered his
sneaker-clad feet.

"Look at you, you're sopping wet!" I exclaimed, as I, apparently in all
innocence, ran my finger under the leg bands of his tighty whities at each
thigh, my lucky finger only inches away from the 12 year old's cock and
balls, sweaty, hot and undoubtedly, delicious. He jerked from the
unexpected intimate contact, but didn't pull away. The soft fabric began to
press outward from a growing pressure within.

He was wetly slick, and completely hairless under his briefs where I
touched him, as I expected, and very hot and wet. I pretended to scratch my
nose as I smelled the scent of his crotch, and my cock gave a leap in my
shorts at the sweet, tangy scent.

I put my fingers on the waistband of his underpants, as though to pull them
down, revealing his beauty, then paused, and looked into his deep, deep
blue eyes. As I thought, he wanted to be `grown up' and take responsibility
for himself, and brought his own small hands to the wet fabric, and began
pushing it down off his slim, pale hips. I was elated. It is far more
exciting to see a boy strip himself for you, than to do it yourself!

His cock was a little erect, and pointing upwards inside his
underpants. Billy blushed prettily when the tight elastic strip caught on
the plump head, then he bowed it out to let his penis escape, slapping
lightly against his hairless groin, then falling forward slightly to point
out at a 45 degree angle as the white cloth compressed, rolling down his
hips. The undershorts became tangled and tight as, in their extremely wet
condition, they tend to do, into a knotted white figure eight supporting
his small cock and balls in the front, and his two, plump canteloupes in
the rear.

The sight was absolutely charming and erotic. Billy's 4" cock, pink all
around its girth from base to the underside of the plump, circumcised head,
where it met a tan band of flesh. The head swelled out sharply into a red,
heart-shaped knob of heated, moist spongy tissue, perfectly smooth,
bisected by a vertical slit at the tip, liquid and pearlescent in its dark,
narrow depth.  Whether pee, or sweat, or pre-cum, I couldn't tell, nor did
I care, as I hoped to enjoy all of those fluids and more from him before I
was through.

His cock jerked with excitement, in spite of himself, and bobbed slightly
up and down, in a range of 15 or so degrees of movement up and down. It
certainly didn't get any softer as my eyes rested on it!

His balls in their hairless pink sack, as yet too big for its small
residents, two charmingly olive- shaped balls, were contorted unnaturally,
since his ball sack was caught above the tangled underpants, so full of
Billy's hot, sweaty scent. I tucked them down just an inch or so, to
relieve the pressure on him, simultaneously rubbing the back of my fingers
against the humid and hot, soft flesh of that luscious ball sack. I could
see his balls roiling in the sack as he grew increasingly excited.

I rubbed his tummy with the towel, ostensibly drying the sweat, though in
reality capturing it for later enjoyment, and patted his cock and balls
absently, not wanting to make him feel overly nervous.

"Turn you around, then" I said clinically. He obeyed, shuffling into a 180
degree rotation. His small, perfect ass cheeks were held up even higher
than usual by the tangled white underpants.  The effect was much like that
of a woman wearing 4" `fuck-me' pumps, pushing his sweet, delectable bottom
upwards and creating a perfectly round morsel. And fucking was definitely
on my mind, looking at his beautiful butt.

The flesh of his ass cheeks was perfectly pale, never kissed by the sun,
though they most definitely would be kissed otherwise, and soon. My eyes
ranged over the topography of those two, beautiful worlds, and found no
imperfections whatsoever, to mar the creamy loveliness of his butt
cheeks. Sweat ran down his back, nearly in sheets, and I slowly ran the
towel, one thickness covering the flat of my hand, down from shoulder to
the swell of his buttock, first the right side, then, leisurely, the
center, from the nape of his soft neck to the beginning of the crevice with
all its treats, guarded by those two pleasurable pillows, then to the left
side of his back, my touch gentle and slow, my excitement great.

The temptation to kiss that perfect back was overwhelming, and I gave in,
gently and lightly pressing my lips to his soft skin. His taste, inhaled
more than present on my tongue, was salty and sweet, a hint of young male
musk and even earthier scents from lower down. I found myself dreaming of
him, but my reverie was broken by his voice, soft and musical though it
was.

"Are you kissing my back?" he asked softly. There was a hint of curiosity
and wistfulness in that question.

"Yes, I did, Billy," I said, my voice still clinical, but with a warmer
tone."I was afraid you were over heated. It's an old way to check
temperature, I'm sure your mother used to check your forehead...." I left
it as something of a question.

"My parents were both killed when I was four," he said sadly. "And I lived
in an orphanage, until you and Mr. Talbot came along." He paused. "But the
Sisters at the orphanage used to check for fevers kind of like that," he
said, brightly. I mused that the good Sisters and I had slightly different
goals, though we all wished for nothing more than Billy's happiness.

Thus allayed by my explanation, and his memories, Billy relaxed. "That felt
good when you were touching me," he said shyly. The boy longed for human
contact, as do we all.

"Touch is a remarkably wonderful way of communicating, don't you think?" I
said to his back.  He looked back at me, over his right shoulder. His brown
hair, damp and disheveled, hung charmingly on his shoulder.

"I never thought of that," he marveled.

"Well, that's why you go to school, to learn," I said. "I'd like to be your
teacher, at least part of the time....would you like that, Billy?" I asked
him.

"Oh yes!" he exclaimed, whirling around, his small cock, fully erect now,
bobbing up and down in seeming agreement. He looked down and blushed.

"Don't worry about that, Billy," I said."And to show you how unimportant
being naked is, I'll get naked too, okay? But first, I have to finish
drying you."

"Oh, sure!" he said happily, whirling back around and presenting his naked
ass to me again.

"Okay, I'm gonna try to untangle these and finish drying you," I said. Not
waiting for a reply, I slipped my hand in between his marvelously hot and
sweaty thighs, to grasp the worst of the wet tangle of underpants,
unrolling it as his moist ball sack rested on my hand. That `unplugged the
dike', so to speak, and his underpants then easily slipped down to rest on
his shorts. As I arranged the fabric, my face came closer to that luscious
boy bottom, and I inhaled his strong, boyish, but masculine scent, my cock
as hard as steel.

Again I couldn't resist, and this time kissed his warm ass cheek. Instead
of being alarmed, fears already allayed, Billy now giggled. I returned to
my supposed `drying'of Billy, and slipped my hand and the towel between his
plump, round ass cheeks. His lovely little ass hole was now exposed to my
view, a deep pink oval, tightly closed, surrounded by a puckered band of
deeper pink, tougher flesh.

"I'm kind of embarrassed by having a naked bottom, in front of you," Billy
said, over his shoulder. I noticed his right hand was on his cock, slowly
stroking it. I sensed that he was hinting at my earlier promise to strip
also, rather than expressing any actual shame. It was excitement and
curiosity, not shame, that motivated him now.

"Well, let me just fix that, then," I said, pushing down my own tennis
shorts to the floor, along with my under shorts, and stepping out of
them. My cock stood up proudly and excitedly, 9" of thick meat, hot and
sweaty. I pretended as if there were nothing unusual about a 21 year old
man standing nude and aroused in front of a naked twelve year old
boy. Instead, I spread my legs, standing in a wide stance, as I pulled my
shirt off over my head.

Seconds later I was completely nude, my body glistening with sweat. I
looked at Billy, and comically, his mouth hung open, his eyes fixed on my
stiff cock, swollen with desire for him. His own penis, smaller at 4", but
no less attractive to me, also stood erect as it reacted to the hormones
pumping through his body. I grinned at him, then reached over for a fresh
towel, and handed it to him.

"Here, you do me," I said, gruffly. Billy understood what I asked, and
began wiping my sopping body down, soaking up gallons of my hot,
masculine-smelling sweat, so different from his scent.  He found it
necessary to steady himself by placing his uncovered left hand on various
parts of my body, while his right hand inside the towel stroked and
caressed me. I caught him trying to sneak sniffs of my sweat off the towel,
and I knew then, that he would be a perfect young playmate for me - that he
would revel in every sensory excess we could discover together.

His touch was gentle and stimulating, and when he tried to dry the upper
reaches of my shoulders, his naked body pressed into mine, his small cock
inserting itself between my still wet thighs. I thought I'd cream then! I
couldn't help but involuntarily push back against his boy cock.  His chest,
hairless and smooth, with its two, small, pink nipples jutting, pressed
into my stomach, slipping on my wet skin, but Billy seemed rather to enjoy
the contact - I know I did!

My own cock stood up between us, pressing into his stomach. There was
certainly no way he could be unaware of the thick, hot shaft and my curly
pubic bush between us, but he lingered as he dried my upper chest and
shoulders. He hummed softly as he wiped me dry, and I was disappointed when
finally he stepped back a little, to dry the clumps of wiry hair
surrounding my own nipples and then to my stomach.

He was smiling innocently as he worked, which only made me harder, and want
him even more.  His eyes finally fell, deliberately, on my cock, as he
considered as to whether hew was supposed to dry it or not. I thought I
could see a hunger in his eyes, so I directed him.

"That patch of hair from my navel down to my cock, is called a `treasure
trail'," I said. "Dry that, then do my cock, okay?"

Billy nodded imperceptibly, mesmerized by the massive cock inches away from
his face. My balls hung heavy below it, swinging from side to side slightly
as he rubbed me. His hand led him quickly down to the base of my cock, and
I couldn't take the teasing, innocent as it might be, any longer. I took
the towel out of his small hand, then placed his hand gently on my cock at
the base, his fingers splaying out to grasp it as you might pick up a
baseball bat.

"Stroke it," I whispered. Billy seemed to know exactly what I wanted, as
his light grasp caressed my hot and wet man meat from base to tip, a
journey of 9" that seemed to take forever. Billy sucked in his breath
sharply, excited by the touch and smell of a man's cock. When he reached
the end, he reversed direction, and slid his fingers back down, like a
fireman sliding down his pole.

I moaned with pleasure, then reached out and took the first two inches of
Billy's stiffly erect dick between my fingers, stroking it around the
circumference, rather than up and down. Billy sighed, then pressed into me,
our bodies meeting again, our pleasure centers taking over our actions now.
I took Billy's free hand and placed it on the underside of my hairy ball
sack, his fingers instinctively caressing my sensitive flesh there.

We stood there, stroking each other, building excitement to uncontrollable
levels. Finally, I leaned down and kissed Billy's slack mouth, already
partially open, his eyes glazed over with pleasure, deep into a dream of
ecstasy. My lips pressed against his sweet, plump lips, pink and beckoning,
and he responded excitedly, kissing me back, pressing harder into and
against me.

My free hand went around Billy's slim hip, and caressed his round bottom,
molding to one cheek, pressing and squeezing its warm roundness, as my
other hand continued to caress his cock. Billy bucked into me several
times, and I felt several small, urgent squirts of liquid into my palm as
he came, again and again. His breath raced sweetly across my cheek from his
nostrils, his lungs heaving, his body shaking in ecstasy.

I held him to me, his small body wrapped around mine, and our kiss
lingered, man to boy, my tongue gently swabbing his pearly teeth. Billy
groaned with pleasure, and slumped in my arms, now wet and slick again,
partly from rubbing against my still wet body, and partly from his own
renewed exertions.

After a little while, he looked up at me shyly, his blue eyes showing a new
awareness.

"I never felt anything like that before," he whispered.

"You mean, you've never masturbated?" I said, amazed.

"What's that mean?" he said.

"You know, jerking off, beating off, jacking off, fapping...." I explained,
thinking that hearing a street description might help.

"Unh unh," he said. "I HAVE heard other boys talk about some of those
things, but I never knew what they meant, exactly. It feels really good."

"See, your penis is getting smaller now," I said. "The pressure's been
relieved."

"Yours hasn't," he pointed out, his fingers still on me.

"That's because I haven't cum yet," I said, smiling.

"Is that what I can call it? Cumming?" he asked.

"You can call it anything you like," I said. "It's a very personal thing,
that sometimes we share with other people, especially those we love."

"I guess I love you, Scott," he said, shy again.

"Sometimes it takes a little while to figure out if you love someone,
Billy, but it felt nice, didn't it?"

"Yeah, and I'd like to make you feel that good, too, okay?" he asked,
speeding up his stroking of my thick cock.

"Oooh," I said, as ecstasy ran through me from his increased contact. "But
let's do it in the shower. That'll be even more fun," I said.

"Okay," he said, though he didn't let go of my dick. We walked over to the
shower room. Lynn and I had built it as an old-style boys locker room gang
shower, open and large. We had no interest in privacy in this particular
area, envisioning rather large groups of naked, soapy boys filling the
area, perhaps soaping each other and moving on to more intimate activities.

Of course, there were cameras discreetly recording whatever happened in the
shower area. Even if boys weren't having sex there, there would be hours of
video of naked boys simply showering, soaping up their pink dicks, stroking
their hairless ball sacks, fingering their tight, puckered ass holes in
pursuit of cleanliness, and stroking soap over their taut, young muscles
ans smooth, hairless bodies, and that alone would be priceless. But today,
there was simply Billy and I, Jeffrey and Lynn having retired to the play
room, as I knew they would.

I grabbed a bottle of liquid soap, and led Billy to the center of the
room. An overhead shower head, sensing our presence, emitted a fine spray
of room temperature mist to wet us down. Billy luxuriated in the spray, the
water running down his body as perspiration had previously, streams of
clean, fresh water coursing down his slim frame, over his chest and
invariably meeting at the smooth and hairless `V' of his groin, then
cascading down his cock in a simulacrum of pissing.

"Would you like to do me, like I did you?" I said, softly. Billy looked at
my cock, so massive in his eyes, then up to my face, then back to my
cock. He nodded his head slowly.

"Put some of this on the length," I said, handing him the liquid
soap. "Then rub it in, gently." He took the soap, and did as he was
directed.

Given the freedom to stare at my erect and ready penis, he did so boldly
now, rather than the shy glances he had stolen previously. He built up a
nice lather on its long, straight length, as his fingers stroked me
perfectly. Amazing that he'd never masturbated before, his touch would make
any man cum.

"Hold it upwards a little," I told him, "and keep stroking it." Billy did
so, until he was looking directly into my piss slit. I knew I was going to
blow soon. I watched his own small cock as he played with mine. It was
growing, in small jerks and bobbing movements, becoming larger and firmer
so quickly after his very first orgasm.

Billy's rhythmic stroking of my penis caused my balls to pull up, and Billy
noticed it. "Hey, what's happening to your thing?" he asked, just before my
cock began spitting long loops of white, creamy cum upwards towards his
face.

"Uff!" he exclaimed, as it appeared that my semen would strike him in the
face. Of course, my loads fell far short, decorating his cute little chest
and stomach instead. The look of surprise on his face was priceless, and
then he began giggling with pleasure.

"Wow! That was COOL!" he exclaimed. His dick was now steel-like in its
hardness, and I would return the favor quickly, cementing our intimate
relationship. I knelt before him, and gently took his small dick between my
lips, wetting the pink beauty with my tongue as it slipped further into my
mouth.

Pausing in my oral embrace of his boy shaft, I could feel his heartbeat
through the rod, as it rested on my tongue. I love feeling a boy, or man,
that way. Billy gasped with surprise and pleasure, but made no move to push
me away. Instead, I felt his hands on my head, pulling me closer. "Ohhh,"
he sighed, his body relaxing. It was as though he'd been waiting all his
life for the release of this moment.

I sucked the sweet, young boy's hot, hard cock sensually, laving my tongue
over the sensitive cock head. I could feel Billy rise up on his tiptoes as
his orgasm approached. His hips bucking into me, Billy pressed his penis
deeper into my moist mouth, shooting small spurts of watery cum, slightly
salty and musky in taste.

After Billy had slumped into me, the last few streams of erotic pleasure
having ceased their flow through his young body, I rose up, Billy's small,
soft dick now dangling limply between his smooth thighs. I kissed the
twelve year old briefly, a kiss he returned warmly. "Let's finish up this
shower," I said, and began soaping his body. I soon had his body covered in
a veritable mountain of foam, the boy looking comical, some sort of
sanitary snowman, and giggling as my fingers invaded his every crevice and
fold, particularly his little rosebud anus. I looked forward to more
pleasures to come for both of us from that opening.

My fingering of his virginal boy pussy, though, caused him to have a more
urgent need.

"Scott, I need to pee," he said, apologetically. "Where's the toilet?"

"Right here," I said.

"Here?" he asked, looking confused.

"Yeah, just go right ahead. Let `er fly."

"Well, okay," he said dubiously, I suppose expecting me to shout, `I didn't
mean HERE!!', but of course, I WANTED him to pee....there, and preferably,
on me.

His small cock, held between his fingers and almost invisible covered as it
was by soapy foam, gave a few small jerks as he forced the flow. It's funny
how societal inhibitions can make such a pleasant, natural act
difficult. But soon, a dark flow, a deep, golden color, began to dribble
out.  Because we had all lost so much moisture through sweat, it was
natural that the piss currently in our bladders would be quite strong in
color and odor....and in taste.

So Billy was quite surprised when, in midstream, when I knew he couldn't
possibly stop himself, I leaned down and brought the arcing flow to my
hand, then brought the palm full of ambrosia to my mouth, smacking my lips
at the rich taste. Then I quickly knelt down directly in front of him, the
dark, golden, sparkling stream of boy piss now landing in my open mouth,
foaming richly, strong and salty, the essence of masculinity in liquid
form. As Billy gasped in surprise, I swallowed again and again, loving his
rich taste and heat filling my mouth. Again, though, Billy didn't push me
away. Indeed, his flow increased near the end, as his inhibitions about
pissing in a man's mouth were washed away by the pleasure he was feeling.

As his flow returned to a dribble, I kissed the plump cock head, swiping
off the last few drops with my tongue. I rose up, grinning at him, but not
trying to kiss him again. I thought that might put him off, this early in
our relationship. "Now, let's finish this shower," I said, picking up the
bottle of soap and handing it to him.

He enthusiastically began soaping me. If cleanliness were measured by time
spent, my cock and ass would be considered surgically clean! Billy very
much enjoyed running his hands over a man's body, caressing and rubbing
every square inch, as I, too enjoyed it, my cock giving evidence. "Do you
want me to, um, suck your cock?" he whispered.

I had other plans, and wanted to continue Billy's seduction later, so I
said, "Why don't you just kiss it, okay, baby?" He smiled at the term
`baby', and without hesitation brought his lips to the swollen cock head,
warm moist flesh kissing my hot dick. I wanted to leave him wanting `a
little more'.

"Well, let's rinse off," I said. "You DO need to get back to your studies,
hon." I figured the LAST thing he'd do back in his room was look at a
book. But, I had something else to do - mainly, join Lynn and Jeffrey in
their play. We finished cleaning up, and riotously dried each other off,
with lots of giggling. Dressing Billy in a plush robe, I sent him off to
his room with his dirty clothes bundled in his arms, and a warm good-bye
kiss, promising him we'd get together later.

Then I headed over to the play room, where Lynn and Jeffrey were
waiting. Opening the secret panel to the room, my nose was immediately
assaulted by the sewage smell of the room, mostly caused by the hot tank of
shit in the center of the room. Standing in the pool of fresh, boy shit,
were Jeffrey and Lynn, arms loosely around each other's hips.

"`bout time," Lynn drawled, grinning. "So, did you take Billy's cherry?"

"Not his ass, not yet," I replied. "But he's going to be a good one, maybe
better than you were, Jeff." Jeffrey's initiation into our group had been
memorable for Lynn and I, and perhaps I'll tell that tale one day.

"Well, maybe so," Jeffrey replied, "but why don't you get your hot cock in
here so we can continue our fun now?" I couldn't ignore an invitation like
that from such a beautiful young boy, could I? The eleven year old was
obviously hot and randy, and if the clear invitation in his voice and his
eyes hadn't been assurance enough, then the size and hardness of his boyish
cock was a strong clue.

His nearly black hair was wet, with a combination of sweat from our tennis
match, perspiration from the high humidity of the toilet playroom, and
splashed liquid waste from the tank of excrement that he and Lynn had spent
the last half hour or so in. I suspected that there had been a lot of
kissing between the two, as well as mutual masturbation up to the brink of
orgasm, and just some general horseplay and splashing.

Since I was already naked, and from the state of my cock, fully erect and
throbbing, I was obviously very interested, I stepped down into the pool of
shit, brownish turds of various lengths and thickness, of various colors
and texture, floating to a depth of 3' or so, all fresh and gathered
automatically from the hundred boys in the school every time they used our
specially designed plumbing.

The design of the toilet playroom, sequestered in a hidden area of the
basement of the school that we had built to serve as home and educational
and spirts arena for a growing gaggle of orphaned boys, as well as boys
whose parents were relieved to be free of on a weekly basis, was unique.

Our drainage pipes collected, and disinfected separately the boys' urine,
with a tap to serve ourselves a warm, foaming glass of boy piss whenever we
desired.

The tank in which we were all standing, being softly caressed by numerous
turds, collected the freshest of bowel movements from the boys' dorm
bathrooms, maintaining them at body temperature, to increase their taste
and the pleasurable feel of them as we touched and squeezed them.

The diarrhea hot tub, maintained the liquid shit from boys with diarrhea,
heating it and aerating it, to give us a `spa' feeling as we soaked in
pure, liquid feces. Of course, recognizing the dangerous potential for
infection from diarrhea, we thoroughly disinfected the waste as it traveled
to the hot tub, maintaining all the pleasure that boys' collected diarrhea
could bring a shit lover, with none of the dangers.

Finally, we had `fart inhalers', which gathered the boys' gaseous emissions
produced as they sat on the toilets, concentrating and collecting it for
our olfactory pleasures. All in all, I feel that there was no place on
earth better suited to meet the needs of those who loved boys and their
waste. Now, if only I could figure some way to collect the cum wasted
inside their cute little pajamas and undershorts, when they came in their
sleep! Lynn's view on that, was that we should endeavor to milk each boy's
cock daily - the thought of sucking, and wanking, and being fucked by some
50 boys each day was extremely hot, but a little difficult to actually
achieve!

Touching the shit logs as I waded towards my lover and his eleven year old
plaything, I squeezed and caressed them, loving the feel of boy shit, warm
and soft, in my hands. The pool was of course maintained at 99 degrees, to
maintain that `fresh from the source' feel. I thought that it also added to
the taste of the shit logs, too, but perhaps that's just my imagination.

Spotting a particularly luscious looking turd, I picked it up, warm and
moist, and brought it to my nose, inhaling the aroma of this anonymous
boy's waste. Perhaps it was from the plump bottom of a ten year old blond,
or maybe the tight, puckered boy quim of a thirteen year old redhead, a
slim boy with a 6" cock. No matter. The smell of his shit filled my senses,
my dick quivering with pleasure from the olfactory stimulation. I slipped
the firm piece of shit between my lips, biting off a small piece to release
the dark flavor within, chewing on it, shit flavor washing over my tongue.

The two others grinned at me, as a brown stream ran down my chin. "`s
good," I said, putting the turd back in the liquid.

"Yeah, I think Chef should be complimented on the final product of his
efforts," Lynn said.  "Though I think he'd be a little surprised."

"I like it," Jeffrey contributed, "but I'd prefer something from a man, and
a little fresher." His meaning was clear, as he looked pointedly at
Lynn. Lynn laughed.

"Okay, okay," he said. "I know you're impatient, Jeff, but I wanted us to
wait for Scott." Jeff didn't waste any more time, but pulled me over to
stand immersed in the floating shit next to Lynn. Then he lowered himself
in the miasma, to begin sucking on our erect, quivering dicks, first Lynn,
then me, then back again, building our excitement.

Lynn and I contented ourselves with kissing each other, our warm lips
meeting in sweet pleasure, our tongues dancing together, and occasionally
picking up a moist, plump turdlet floating by, and slipping it into the
other's mouth, then sharing the morsel in another passionate kiss. The shit
was moist and tasty, as befits the shit fresh from pre-adolescent and
adolescent boys' sweet ass holes, but even sweeter was Jeffrey's mouth on
our cocks.

As Lynn and I busily pinched each other's stone hard nipples, Jeffrey
lapped and licked at our quivering rods, thick loads of man scum only
inches away from the boy's hungry mouth. He had a hand between our legs,
tickling and probing our ass holes. The feel of his slim finger fucking in,
while his rough tongue and warm, moist lips wrapped themselves around hot,
thick man meat, soon brought us to new levels of ecstasy.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!"Lynn moaned. "Suck my dick all the way in your
throat, you little cock slut! I'm gonna cream all the way down your faggot
throat!" Lynn thrust his hips hard into Jeffrey's face, making the young
boy gag. I laughed at the way that Lynn was fucking the little cocksucker,
and looking forward to my own pleasure. I chewed on a thick piece of
smelly, brown crap floating nearby, and grinned as Lynn's mouth opened in a
soundless yell of delight.

Finally he gave voice to his pleasure. "FUCK ME!! SUCK MY HOT COCK, BITCH!!
TAKE MY HOT CUM!! DRINK IT, YOU LITTLE PUSSY SLUT!!!!!" Lynn fucked into
Jeffrey's mouth, pulse after pulse of creamy, hot cum filling the boy's
willing mouth and throat, and to his credit, the boy swallowed the length
of his erect dick, and ate all of his man cream, until there was only a
thin stream of jizz dripping down his chin, as he grinned up at Lynn,
seeking his approval.

"Do me now, slut," I ordered him gruffly, wanting to feel his cum-covered
lips on my dick. I thrust it between his slimy lips, as his finger sank
deeply up my own hole, stimulating my prostate, building a harder, faster
fuck into the boy's sweet, sucking mouth.  "Yeah, that's it little boy!
Suck on a man's hot and hard dick, eat my cum, bitch! Slide your slutty
mouth and tongue all over my dick, you little pussy!!"

Jeffrey was grunting as I thrust inside him, my cum already spilling out,
even before I reached the peak of my own orgasm. Half of it blasted out
onto the boy's sweet young face, dripping lewdly down to fall into the shit
pool inches below his chin. As I leaned back, my softening cock pulling out
of the boy's moist mouth, Lynn spoke up.

"That was real good, Jeffrey," he said softly. "Now we've got something
else for you." Jeffrey turned to him, eyes shining.

"Yeah, take my cock again, and keep it just an inch away from your mouth. I
want to watch my piss fill your mouth," Lynn said. Jeffrey did as he was
ordered, Lynn's soft dick head just at his pink lips. His small mouth
opened a little, then wider. A small, erratic spurt of dark golden liquid
dribbled out of Lynn's cock, and splashed the boy in the face, making him
squeal. But he opened his mouth wider still.

A stronger arc of dark urine raced onto Jeffrey's young face, quickly
finding his open mouth, foaming darkly as the boy let it collect there. As
I mentioned, because of our exertions playing tennis, all of us had a load
of piss much darker, richer and smellier than usual. The sound of Lynn's
piss splashing into the salty pool in the eleven year old boy's mouth, was
a soft tinkle, as though from a garden fountain. Jeff swallowed manfully,
but soon his small, smooth chest was covered in piss from the overflow,
even as he stood waist deep in the collected boy shit.

After a while, Lynn's strong flow began to abate, and Jeff moved closer to
catch the slackening stream of man piss. The last few squirts, strong
again, caught Jeff by surprise, and he squealed when the strong urine
blasts hit him between the eyes.

"Sorry," Lynn said, though he grinned at me.

"C'mon, kid," I said, as I directed my dick at the eleven year old's
face. My flow started easily, a lighter straw-colored stream, bouncing off
his cheek, then hitting his now, briefly, empty mouth.  Jeff moaned with
pleasure at the double dose of man piss he was getting. He swallowed nearly
all of my urine too, only missing when he swallowed, the splash running
down his naked, pink, boy chest.

"I'd like some of your piss, Scott," Lynn whispered, then softly kissing
me. Jeff grasped my cock to keep it from pointing away, anxious for more
piss, as I turned to better kiss my adult lover. Our lips pressed together
warmly, and I briefly confused sensations as Jeff's eleven year old lips
wrapped themselves around my dick, and Lynn's lips were on my mouth.

After we kissed for a bit, we broke it, then I said, "Sorry, old man, but
it's all in our young friend's tummy, now."

Lynn grinned, then said, "Maybe he has some for us, then." He looked
meaningfully down at the boy, still on his knees, immersed in shit. Jeff
took the hint, and struggled to his feet, then onto the deck of the
pool. He looked cute, and exciting, his naked frame clearly small and
childish as he stood on the deck, looking down on us. His small dick, pink
and semi-hard. His balls, no bigger than marbles, filled his tight little
ball sack, hairless but wrinkled and brownish-pink in color. His hand
loosely held his little pecker.

"Piss on us, boy," Lynn ordered. Jeff pointed his cock at first Lynn, then
strained to force out a flow of boy piss, rich and dark. A few drops
filling his cute little piss slit, were followed by a sporadic little
stream, building to a more forceful jet of golden piss, hitting Lynn in his
face, then into his mouth. The older man opened his mouth wide, accepting
the boy's salty liquid offering, gulping down the hot fluid greedily.

Then Jeff moved his penis to the side, to begin spraying me. Hot droplets
of boy whiz splashed on my hairy chest, running down to my stomach. Then he
adjusted the angle of his cock, so that his jet of pee arched over and onto
my face, then into my own open mouth, as I adjusted my position.  The small
boy's pee was deliciously hot and frothy, quickly filling my mouth, forcing
me to swallow his delicious piss.

I drank his urine, happy to do so, my cock regaining its erection, as his
flow began to gradually taper off, the boy shaking off the last few drops.

"Good stuff," Lynn murmured, Jeff beaming with pride. "Got anything else
for us?" He grinned.

"Yeah, I kinda think I could take a poop. You want some?" Of course, he
already knew what Lynn and I favored, having played with us before.

"I dunno," Lynn said unexpectedly. "Is it all hot and mashed up from
exercising?"

"God, yes!" exclaimed the eleven year old. "All that running around, and
sweating...it must be all mashed up and stinky inside my ass!"

"Good," said Lynn. We both loved boys' shit when it was particularly the
product of boy activities. The texture, the smell, the taste...I'm getting
a hard on just thinking about it!

Lynn and I both climbed up on the deck, then lay down on the cool decking,
pools of shitty smelling liquid around us, and dripping off us.

Jeffrey stood on the deck surrounding the pool of shit, his slim, graceful
body a beautiful sight to Lynn and I, even if it was marred by streaks of
brown in random spots. He smelled wonderful, that is to say, he reeked of
piss and shit. He posed himself on the deck, like one of those little
`peeing boy' statues, but that put him too far above my head, plus, he had
Lynn to provide for.

So he squatted on his haunches, which put him just a few inches above me,
and next to me, perfect for watching the coming feast. Lynn slid under
Jeffrey's slim thighs and rounded butt, his mouth open as he reached up to
continually kiss the boy's ass,and sphincter. Jeffrey farted a few times, a
false start for Lynn, but in a few seconds a shiny, moist turd log, deep
brown in color, began slipping greasily out of Jeffrey's pink rosebud, and
immediately slipped between Lynn's lips, leaving a dark brown streak there.

Lynn held the shit log between his lips, like an obscene (but delicious)
cigar. He kind of wiggled it around, then the turd began to slip inside his
mouth as he slowly chewed. As he masticated the gooey crap, Jeff shifted to
squat over my face, his beautifully pink ass hole now brown-stained, the
residue of the shit he'd just taken in Lynn's mouth. I held his cute little
ass above my open mouth, and a second shit log, about six inches long, and
fatter than the first, began to poke out of his tightly held sphincter.

A small brown knob of shit appeared, glistening with the boy's ass juices,
small brown droplets of the noxious liquid dripping into my mouth, a
precursor to the meal brewing in the young boy's rectum. The small knob
lengthened into the six inch delicacy, and touched my lips even as the far
end still rested inside the boy's ass. I find that extremely exciting and
intimate, knowing that part of the shit I am happily consuming, is still
inside a boy's ass.

I, too, began chewing the raunchy treat, the shit quickly softening and
falling apart in my mouth as my saliva dissolved it. The brown juices ran
down my throat, and down my face, as I salivated at the noxious flavor of a
young boy's excrement. Jeff patiently waited until each of us in turn was
ready to receive more of his bowel fruit, although the pressure to shit
must have been painful, given the amount of crap the two of us ate that
day.

Lynn and I decided not to give Jeff any of our shit then, preferring to
wait until later, as I would continue to work on the seduction of twelve
year old Billy Masters, with Jeffrey's able help.

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