Date: Mon, 6 Jun 2016 00:52:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tracy Smith <tracysmith20022002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Your Turn (M/b, scat, cocksucking, fucking, rimming, ws, kissing, seduction)

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    I thought that I'd share the story of my last weekend with the other
readers here - it was both exhilarating and satisfying, and it involved my
neighbor's son, 12 year old Dougie Bancroft.
    I had been friends with the boy for some time. His single mother found
her hands full with work most of the time, and his father was nowhere to be
found. As a result, Linda, his mother had come to rely on me as both a
babysitter and a little bit of a mentor, something that I'm happy to do.
    Let me say that the greatest thing that could happen as a result of our
relationship, is that Dougie grow up to be a fine young man who brings only
good to the world around him. Naturally though, no one ever passes on just
their admirable traits, they often will at least reveal their weaknesses
too.
    One of my weaknesses is for young boys. Boys between the ages of 7 and
17 are the most inquisitive, delightful and yes, the most beautiful and
exciting people on earth. I had striven to avoid any sexual situations with
Dougie, but he had been so curious about the entire spectrum of sex and
gender, and his interest in other males was so obvious, that I felt it
would be unfair to pretend to him that every man must find a woman, and
indulge only in missionary position sex. The world and life are a far more
colorful tapestry than that.
    And so it was that I found myself in my bathroom with the boy, while
his mother was away on a week-long business trip. I sat on the closed
toilet seat, looking at the cute lad.
    "Do you want to go first?" I asked him.
    "Yah," he replied nonchalantly, lifting up his short sleeved knit shirt
over his head and tossing it on the floor.
    "Hey now, I just washed that," I said, looking pointedly at the small
pile of shirt.
    "Sorry," he said, leaning down and picking it up, shaking it, then
resting it on the vanity. Smiling, he said, "Your turn."
    I took my eyes reluctantly off his smooth and pale chest and
stomach. Dougie is a smallish boy, 4' 5" tall and 80 pounds, with dirty
blond to brunette hair, fashionably long and darned cute. Freckles, blue
eyes, teeth a little crooked and a lopsided smile, the boy had stolen my
heart when we first met and I had only come to love him even more over the
last few years.
    At 28, I'm still in pretty good shape, though I'm developing a little
bit of a paunch, which I resolve every month to do something about. I
unbuttoned my sport shirt and set it on Dougie's next to me.
    "Your turn," I said. Dougie grinned and looked down at the top button
of his shorts. Boys always seem to look at their task at hand, unable to
look elsewhere while they work. He bit his lower lip as he worried the
button out of its tight hole. and then unzipped, the metal teeth seeming to
take forever to unmesh. His white undershorts began to appear, pressed into
the opening by some pressure from within.
    He pulled the waistband of his shorts away from his hips, lowering the
small piece of dark blue denim fabric down his smooth, slim thighs to fall
around his feet, clad in store brand sneakers and white athletic
socks. There was a prominent bulge in his undershorts, his excitement at
our impending activities very noticeable - and the fact that it was
something that we had never done before, but which I had explained to him
in detail, gaining his trust and acceptance for our play that night, made
his anticipation even greater. He stepped out of the denim shorts and
placed them on the vanity over the other things.
    For some reason, the fact that our clothes were mingling freely and
intimately where they rested, excited me nearly as much as our upcoming
pleasure would. I mentioned it to Dougie and he blushed. The bulge in his
cotton underpants moved up and down as he flexed his little cock, enjoying
the tingles of pleasure he felt, and as if to signal his dick's agreement.
    I smiled at his erection. "You look as though you're already enjoying
this," I said.
    He grinned at me. "I am, I like being naughty with you." Then he
blushed, and I leaned over and softly kissed the rosy patch on each of his
smooth cheeks, then his sweet, plump lips.
    "You sweet boy, I love you," I breathed.
    He hiccupped with excitement. "I can't wait," he sighed.
    "Alright, my turn then," I said. He nodded vigorously.
    "Yup."
    I stood and unbuckled my belt, then unsnapped the top snap on my
jeans. I slowly unzipped, Doug's eyes grew wide, though he'd seen, and
enjoyed, my cock before. Of course all he saw at this point was my own
bulge through my tighty whities, as I lowered my jeans to the floor with a
jingling sound.
    "You've got a lot of stuff in your pockets," Dougie commented.
    "Dougie, while it may change from an interesting bottle cap, mummified
frog and rocks for his collection, to keys, change and a cell phone, from
boy to man we're fated to go through life with full pockets," I
laughed. "So get used to it."
    He grinned appreciatively and helped gather up my pants, which probably
weighed a quarter of his total weight.
    "Uff," he said, placing them on top of his shorts on the vanity. "I
like that, what you said about our clothes. It made me think about how
we're going to do it too," he finished shyly.
    "You've got a poetic and imaginative way of thinking, Doug," I said,
using the 'grown up' form of his name. It was a signal to him between us
that I viewed him as a changing, maturing being, on his way to
adulthood. "You're going to be a man soon enough."
    He blushed again, the small boy in him taking charge after slyly
peeking at what he might be in a few years.
    "Now-" I began.
    "I know," he laughed. "'My turn!" He placed his small hands on his so
slim hips, fingers on the elastic waistband.
    He knew what I liked best, teasing and being teased. He wriggled his
small, perfect butt, and then lowered the thin white fabric a few inches,
showing the elastic marks, reddish and almost angry, where the
overstretched elastic had bit into the fair flesh of his hips during the
day, and then exposing the smooth, nearly hairless skin of his stomach just
above his prick. Only fine wisps there hinted at the man he would be
someday.
    Then he turned and I saw that the waistband had traveled almost five
inches down over the rising curve of his sweet pale bottom, his two plump
ass cheeks separated by a dark cleft of shadow, the treasure they concealed
not yet revealed. He wriggled his ass lewdly at me, giggling and looking
over his shoulder at me with such an adorable expression that I thought my
heart would break with happiness.
    "You're looking at my butt," he said sternly and accusingly. Then
giggling, "Do you like it?"
    "It's good enough to eat, honey," I said, laughing myself. Then he
pushed his butt out at me and pulled his briefs the rest of the way down
exposing his beautiful, adorable bottom nakedly to me. I couldn't help
noticing in passing, the brown streaks down the center of his underpants,
foreshadowing some of my pleasures to come.
    "Oh my god, baby, what a beautiful ass!" I exclaimed, clapping my hands
together in excitement and glee. "Totally edible and lickable!"
    He laughed and jumped up and down a time or two as he turned, his cock,
a good three inches and erect, flopping up and down in agreement.
    When he came to a stop, I reached out and took his erect little cock
between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed him lightly behind the
circumcised head. "It looks like you've grown a little bit," I said
appreciatively.
    "Really?" he said, surprised. "Oh good."
    "Yes, and you're going to grow a lot more, baby," I said, gathering him
into my arms, hugging his warm, sweet, smooth and slim body in my strong
arms, feeling him tremble there.
    "I love you Tracy," he whispered in my ear, then turned his face to
mine, and we kissed. At first, a friendly meeting of two dogs nuzzling, our
kiss turned intensely passionate as we both felt a surge of the chemicals
that tell us it's time to fuck the one we love. His tongue tried
aggressively to enter my mouth as our lips were pressed together, but
surrendered meekly when my larger and longer tongue fucked into his mouth.
    Moaning, he clutched at me, wanting us two to be one, wanting me inside
of him. Dougie had been an enthusiastic student when I taught him how to
fuck, and although I was happy to have him fuck my ass, he liked it best
when his body was surrounded by my strong, warm being and impaled on my 7"
cock.
    "I love you too, sweetheart," I said as our eyes met after the
sweetness of our kiss. I savored the taste of his mouth on my tongue, and
looked forward to even more exotic tastes from him.
    "Now it's my turn, and then we play," I said, gently pushing his naked
body away as I rose, and slipped my undershorts down my thighs, my thick
cock springing up once no longer confined by fabric.
    We made short work of our socks and shoes, and stood naked before each
other, each admiring the other's maleness.
    "Can I suck it?" Dougie asked, his blue eyes fixed on the angry red and
hot meat rod inches from his face.
    "A little," I said. "But we have other things too..."
    He nodded his understanding, and then took my cock shaft in his small
hand, guiding my dick head up towards his mouth. He licked his lips, to
make it easier to slip his sweet, warm lips over my penis, and as an
expression of his desire for a man's delicious cock and creamy cum inside
him.
    "Mmm," he moaned as my long shaft slid between his pretty lips into the
wet boi pussy of his mouth, fucking in and out slowly, as his rough tongue
caressed my sensitive cock head, my piss slit already leaking clear pre-cum
into his mouth and over his tongue, causing him to salivate, his eyes
closing in pleasure.
    Dougie began caressing and stroking my long, hard shaft with his soft
fingers while keeping the swollen head of my cock in his mouth. It was
obvious what the little scamp was up to. I had anticipated his hunger for
cum, and didn't deny him (or myself) the pleasure that we both wanted. I
curled my fingers through his long, tousled and thick hair and pressed his
face forward, sliding my penis even deeper in his small mouth.
    The pleasure of fucking a young boy's mouth brought on my orgasm, and
hot spurts of thick, salty man cream began pouring out onto his tongue and
coating the inside of his pretty mouth.
    "Oh fuck, yesss!" I exclaimed. "God, yes, cumming in your mouth, baby,
your pretty mouth full of my hot jizz, just for you." His eyes looked up at
me adoringly, his mouth greedy for cum, my prick and balls only too willing
to feed his hunger, and satisfy his desire.
    His own cock jerked as he, too came, a dry cum, but leaking a small
stream of clear, viscous liquid from his tiny piss slit. After I had
finished enjoying the stream of electric pleasure that had streamed out
from my cock and balls, I reached down to him as he licked his lips, and we
kissed again, our lips creamy, our tongues slick as my cum coated all, the
taste salt and sweet both, and I longed for the day when he would spurt his
own milk inside of me as he came, in explosive boy on man pleasure.
    "You little devil," I laughed. "Thank goodness that wasn't the main
event or we'd have nothing to do now, eh?" I looked sternly at him.
    "Did you do as I asked?" I said.
    "Oh yes, Tracy, for the past two days...and it's been hard," he
squealed.
    "Me too," I relied commiserating. "But worth it," I added.
    "Why don't you go first?" I said.
    "Oh, thank you," Dougie said. "I could hardly hold it in."
    I lay on my back on the spacious and warm bathroom floor, as Dougie
stood over me, then turning, he straddled me with his ass towards my
ace. Looking over his shoulder, he backed up until he was over my chest,
then squatted, his cute ass cheeks parting and his sweet, pink puckered boy
anus opening up, a delightful sight.
    I wet my index finger, then brought it to the sensitive flesh of his
anal sphincter. wetting him there and slipping my finger into the dark
center of his opening.
    "It's gonna come out fast, it feels like," he warned me.
    "That's okay. just let it come," I said. I poked my finger in a little
deeper and I could feel the hard tip of a boy turd just waiting to make its
entrance. It felt as though it would be perfect for our purposes. The
pressure of the piece of lovely boy shit against my fingertip told me all I
needed to know and I pulled my finger out of his asshole, my fingertip a
lovely shade of brown.
    I sucked on it as he emitted a small cloud of nasty-smelling gas, then
a small brown circle appeared within his opening, widening and showing some
texture, like lumps of clay pressed together. Then the turd came flying
out. Hard as I had hoped it would be, it was about 8" long and straight and
I immediately picked it up in my right hand and moved it down by my cock,
where Dougie could see it and it would be safe.
    That one king turd was followed by a mess of smaller and softer pieces,
which I found perfect for popping in my mouth and chewing down, the taste
of Dougie's hot boy waste, the refined product of his meals and experiences
for the past two days filling my senses, mouth and stomach, as I hurried to
miss not an ounce of it, until after 5 minutes of his pleasurable voiding
of his bowels, all that was left was his brown-rimmed anus, my
chocolate-appearing lips and teeth and several brown spots on my chest
where his wet turds had landed before disappearing down my throat.
    Dougie let loose a hot stream of yellow piss as he began to turn, but
fortunately was trained well enough to know that I wanted it in my mouth,
not on the turd that wait by my cock. He knelt down, his hot stream only
jerking a little with his awkward movement, then placed the tip of his
semi-hard penis in my mouth, the piss slit flared as I drank his liquid
waste following his more solid offering to me.
    I gulped it down until his flow tapered off, then he leaned down to
kiss me again, and to enjoy the flavor of his piss and shit himself, greedy
little thing that he was!
    "Mmm, nice, daddy!" Dougie giggled. "Now what?"
    "As if you didn't know, son," I responded, slipping into his favorite
fantasy, and one that appealed to me also. "Now it's your turn...again."
    "I like playing taking turns, daddy, it always makes me cum and feel
good," he said as he lay next to me on the floor. I got up, then squatted
over him as he had done previously, and I could feel the urgency as my
bowel full of shit sensed that escape was possible. It was like that
delicious terror that you feel when you're miles away from the relief of a
bathroom, and getting closer. Your ass senses it too, and that last hundred
yards is the most intense pain and pleasure as your sphincter battles to
hold on for JUST. ONE. MINUTE. MORE...but your bowels are saying, "No way,
motherfucker!"
    That's the way it had been for Dougie and I, holding our crap in for
two days, waiting for this moment, but it was all pleasure this time, the
kind of pleasure that causes a man to fill a boy's rectum with his hot
sperm, then drink it back out again.
    I felt the first turd begin slipping through my relaxing sphincter, and
I hoped it would at least match Doug's in size. From the length of time it
took, and Doug's gasps of pleasure, I thought it might be okay. I felt it
plop out onto his small chest, not too wetly, quickly followed by many
more, wetter and not as long.
    I saw his small hand placing what looked like a tree branch down by his
cock, dwarfing it in size and color, a dark brown log next to his pink
hairless penis, and I was relieved. It was a full 12" long, and thick. I
could hear Doug's lips smacking as he ate, feasting on my shit, hot from my
rectum, and turned to watch him enjoy eating my feces.
    I grinned at him, and he grinned back, a shit-eating grin if ever there
was one, brown waste staining his teeth, and between those uneven teeth,
his tongue, lips and drooling liquidly out of the corner of his mouth.
    "Good," he mumbled. There was far too much of it for him to finish, of
course. While a boy may lust as much as a man, he can't eat nearly as much,
so I helped him, letting him feed me bits of my poop with his fingers. It
was creamy as it dissolved on my tongue, though it didn't taste nearly as
good as Doug's bowel movement had, but then our own shit never tastes as
delightful and delicious as someone else's, does it?
    I had held off the natural urge to piss after shitting, but now I could
release my hot amber stream enough not only to satisfy his thirst for a
good drink of piss, but also to bathe his cock and upper body in my salty
male fluid, as he squealed in pleasure.
    Doug lay down in my arms as we finished our repast, 2 days' worth of
shit and piss from each other's ass and cock. It can be an incredible
amount, but the flavor was so good and so right, that all we could do was
burp our fart-smelling contented burps after our crap candy.
    We snuggled for a few minutes, then I said, "Are you ready for the next
part?"
    "Yes!" Doug replied excitedly. "I've been thinking about that for the
last two days, as I felt my own turd moving up and down in my heinie." He
giggled. Little boys love the word "heinie," just because it sounds so
funny and dirty to them.
    "Well, let's get on with it then...your turn."
    "Okay," he said, rolling onto his back and pulling his legs up to his
chest, which made him burp some more.
    "Who farted," I quipped, which made him laugh uproariously, and kept us
in stitches for a while.
    After a while, he said, "Sorry," and resumed his position. I leaned
down between his ass cheeks and delicately, but thoroughly licked at his
asshole, gathering up solid chunks and softer, liquid streams of his sweet
boy shit and swallowing it down.
    "Ooh, that feels so good," he moaned, and I could feel his asshole
relaxing. Then I took the monster turd I had produced and, holding it in my
hand, reeking and smelling, brought the 12" of fecal pleasure to his mouth,
his lips wet and anxious.
    "Remember, only wet it, don't bite it," I said. He nodded and opened
his mouth lewdly and wide. I brought the darkening piece of shit, as big as
his forearm to his lips, resting it there, and his little pink and brown
tongue began licking it like a fudge pop, the rough surface smoothing a
little and glistening with his saliva. I could even see tiny streams of
saliva fountaining from his salivary glands in his tongue, as happens when
you're tasting some savory, delicious food.
    He obediently wet the massive turd, making it slick and even a bit
gooey, then I brought it down between his parted ass cheeks to his hole,
that delectable boy cunt that I had fallen in love with, and gently began
pushing it inside him.
    "Relax your hole, that's it sweetheart," I coaxed him, the turd dick
slipping inside him, as my shit fucked his pussy. He groaned, partly with
pain but more so with pleasure.
    "It's like when you have to take a monster poop," he groaned, "but so
weird feeling it going in...and knowing that it's your shit filling me up
is so fucking hot!" He blushed. "Oops, I didn't mean to say the "f" word,"
he gasped. "You won't tell mom will you?"
    When he realized what he'd said, he giggled. "No, I guess you won't,
huh?"
    I laughed. "No, I promise I won't. Now relax your sphincter, you've
tightened up, and I want to get these last few inches in your heinie."
    Doug giggled again at my use of the forbidden word, but the last part
went in easily, and I kissed him - on the mouth, you pervert. "Let your
colon get used to it, you've got to leave it in there a long time," I
said. Our plan was to leave it in there another day, then we could share
our shit.
    "Uff," he said. "That's a lot of poop, but it feels good to have it
inside me, all warm and solid, it's like having your baby in me." He
smiled, that little angel.
    "Okay, your turn," he said. So then I rolled onto my back and pulled my
legs up. Doug enthusiastically tongued my asshole, his tongue tickling me
there, making me hard. Then he brought his first, solid turd to my mouth
and I wet it profusely with my saliva and my tongue, the outside slick and
slimy, and tasting wonderful, like little boy shit should. Then Doug
inserted it into my rectum, slowly filling my bowels with the wondrous
waste from his bowels.
    "Oh, that feels so good, Doug," I said. "It feels like you're fucking
me with a very shitty dick."
    We both stood up, tentatively at first, our bodies urging us to just
sit on the toilet and poop that shit sending us such urgent signals, but we
resisted, using our sphincters to try to push each other's gooey brown load
up to a level where we wouldn't feel it quite so everpresent. Finally, we
waddled off to bed, naked, and enjoyed ourselves kissing, hugging and
sucking each other's cock for the next hour until we both fell asleep.
    We both woke up around 4 in the morning, in each other's arms and both
of us, and the bed, covered in shit.
    "Well, I guess that didn't work," I laughed. Doug giggled and sleepily
said that sleeping with me AND a big pile of shit was "the funnest thing
I've ever done." I kissed his sweaty forehead, then we slept until 8
o'clock. After fooling around in bed again, each of us cumming twice,
including each of us fucking the other in his shitty, filthy ass, we
showered and made our plans for the day.
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