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Subject: {ASSM} The Little Boy Next Door - Part 2 (M/b, oral, farting, analingus)
Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2003 16:10:07 -0400
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The Little Boy Next Door - Part 2
by Coproman


Ever since my first sexual encounter with Kip, my new six-year-old neighbor,
I couldn't stop thinking about him.  I was imagining all the things I wanted
to introduce him to and how he'd react to them.  Once, in the midst of
fucking my girlfriend, I imagined his face underneath me and that instead of
plugging her pussy I was jamming my joint down his throat.  After I came,
she held my face in her hands and said, "I really turned you on this time,
didn't I?"  I just smiled and nodded, thinking, If you only knew!

A full month passed before I got another opportunity to be alone with Kip
and move our relationship to the next level.  Fortunately I knew a couple of
weeks in advance that my family would be away, so I was able to prepare for
our encounter by stopping my daily masturbation a week before and finding a
good excuse to avoid my girlfriend.  I was also able to let Kip know that we
would be getting together again and that he should prepare for our meeting
by changing his diet.

"Why?" he had asked, when I'd handed him a bag and told him he should start
eating what was in it the day before we got together.  When I reminded him
of what I had asked for during our last encounter and how he had not been
able to give me, he immediately understood and just stared at me, frowning
and smiling at the same time.

"You sure you want me to do that to you?" he finally asked.

"Positive," I said.  "You don't mind, do you?"

"I guess not."

****************************************

It seemed as if our get-together day would never come, but eventually it
did.  I couldn't wait for my parents to drive off, and once they did, I
couldn't wait to get started.  Apparently neither could Kip, because it took
him all of thirty seconds after they had left to ring my doorbell.  I
quickly let him in and he pushed past me, heading for my bedroom, stripping
his clothes off along the way.  When I didn't follow fast enough, he turned
to me and said, "Come on!"

"What's the rush?  They're gonna be gone all day."

" 'Cause I gotta fart," he said, "and if you don't hurry up, you gonna miss
it."

Of course I quickened my pace, and by the time I got to the door of my
bedroom, Kip was already butt naked and on my bed on all fours, with his
sweet little light-skinned ass sticking up in the breeze.  Immediately
getting horny, I approached that ass, spread it open and stuck my nose
against his anus just as he let go with a loud fart, which took several
seconds to sputter out.

"I had to do that since before they left," he explained.  "But I held it in
till I came over."

"Good," I panted, as I continued to inhale the shitty odor.

Kip then turned all the way around to look at me.  "So how it smell?  Don't
it stink?"

"Yeah."

"So why you want me to do it in your face?"

" 'Cause it turns me on.

"For real?"

"Yep."

Kip gave me his special combination smile/frown again then looked at my
crotch and said, "Lemme see."

I looked down there too; sure enough, I was sporting a fierce boner.

"Oooo!" Kip responded as he stared at my erection.  He reached out, pulled
it down, then let it go, giggling when it sprang back up, slapped my stomach
and bounced up and down for a second or two.  "And I guess you want me to do
something about that, huh?"

Yeah," I said, "but not yet.  Let me get a couple of more farts first."

"How you know I gotta fart again?" he asked.

"Didn't you eat those beans I gave you?"

"Yeah."

"Then that's how I know," I said.  "So do you?"

"Yeah, I think so," he said, " 'cause my stomach's making noises."

"Then get back down."

Kip resumed his head down/tail up position on the bed and I resumed mine,
with my face in his ass crack.  While I waited, I spread his cheeks and
carefully examined every inch of his young asshole.  It was a perfectly
puckered pink hole with flecks of tan-colored shit sticking to the sides.  I
pressed my nose against it and sniffed hard several times.  As the rich odor
of fresh shit filled my nostrils and my dick got even harder, I instantly
made up my mind what I would do to the six-year-old's anus right after it
delivered its gaseous offering to me.

"Here it come," Kip suddenly said, and half a second later a blast of air
hit my face, accompanied by a foul oniony odor, which enveloped my head like
a cloud.

"Nnggh," I grunted, instinctively backing away a little from the awful
smell; but the perverted part of me forced my head forward again until my
nose was plastered in the crack of his behind.  I inhaled deeply, filling my
lungs with his gas.  Just as I was doing this I heard a muffled "blurrrppp!"
as another fart bubbled out of the boy's butt hole, assaulting my nostrils
with even worse fumes.

"Oh, fuck!" I muttered, using the same words I'd heard a woman on an amateur
videotape use after her male lover had deliberately farted in her face.
But, of course, neither she nor I took our noses out of the offending
anuses, because such humiliation was exactly what we wanted, exactly what we
craved.

"Yeah, smell my fart," Kip whispered, and right after saying this, he
wiggled his ass in my face, as if sensing that doing so would increase my
excitement, which it certainly did.  Not only that--it also broke down my
final layer of resistance and, without further hesitation, I spread the
boy's asshole open even wider and replaced my nose with my tongue, spearing
it as far as I could into the tight, smelly opening.

It wasn't often that Kip was shocked into total silence, but this was one of
those times.  Even though he wasn't saying anything, though, I knew his head
was turned back because I could feel him looking at me as I slurped at his
anus.  After a couple of minutes, he reached back and touched my head, and I
pulled back and looked at him.  There was an expression of total incredulity
on his face, beyond the smile/frown he usually gave me.  He just couldn't
believe that I would stick my tongue in the same place his shit came from.
The butt staring and sniffing he could understand, even the fart smelling;
but his six-year-old brain just couldn't process this asshole licking.  The
boy's "How-can-you-do-something-so-disgusting?" look, however, just turned
me on all the more, and after exchanging an extended glance with him, I went
back to tonguing his anus, but with renewed intensity, going so deep that I
found myself sucking little gobs of shit out of his rectum.

"Hold up a minute," Kip finally said.  "I gotta fart again."

Hearing this, I withdrew my tongue from his asshole but kept my lips pressed
around it.  A rush of air entered my mouth and I actually swallowed it, only
to belch it right back up again, and it was only then that it hit my nose
and I realized that it was just as stinky as his other farts had been.  As
soon as Kip heard me burp, he again turned his head back.

"What you did?  Swallowed it?"

I nodded and the smile/frown quickly returned to the boy's face.

"And you tasted it?"

"No," I said, "all I could do was smell it, after I belched."

Once more Kip gave me that intrigue-mixed-with-disgust expression, and once
more just seeing it increased my horniness.  That was when I decided that
now was the time to test the boy's knowledge and teach him a couple of
things, because I had no intention of losing my load on his hand, this time.

"Kip, do you know what 'fucking' is?"

He stared back at me.  "Yeah, that's when the man sticks his thing in the
lady's...the lady's..."

"Pussy," I said.

He frowned, unsure.

"That's the place between her legs where the man's dick goes," I said.
"Remember what was in that book you found in your mom's room?  Here, I'll
show you."

I reached under my bed and dug around until I found one of my porno
magazines.  I then flipped through it until I found a big, clear picture of
a guy with his pole half-way buried in a woman's snatch.

"See?" I said, pointing.  "That's a pussy.  Haven't you ever seen your
mother or sister naked?"

He nodded.

"Well, that's what's between their legs.  All girls have one."

Kip studied the photo carefully then said, "Yeah, I see.  But I wasn't sure
what you called it."

"Well, when a guy and a girl are fucking, the guy gets more and more horny
until, finally, that same white stuff I shot on your hand--the sperm--shoots
in her pussy.  And if it stays in there long enough, she'll have a baby.
That's why, if the man doesn't want to give the woman a baby, he'll pull his
dick out of her right before he's ready to come and shoot his sperm on her
stomach or in her pussy hair."

"Is that what you do with your girlfriend?" Kip asked.

"No, because I don't have a girlfriend," I lied.  "So whenever I get horny I
just jack off, like I did when you and me were together.  But it's not good
to waste good sperm by shooting it on your hand," I added.  "It's always
better to share it with somebody."

"But what if it's two guys, like you and me?"

"Then one guy has to let the other guy use his mouth for a pussy," I said,
"and the one whose mouth is the pussy has to swallow the sperm.  That's the
only way they can share it."

Again Kip frowned.  "But if you swallow it, won't a baby grow inside you?"

I chuckled.  "No, that only happens to girls, and only if the guy shoots it
in her pussy.  When two guys share, they don't have to worry about that."

Kip considered this for a moment and quietly asked, "So can we share yours?"

I smiled, thinking, I thought you'd ever ask! but saying, "Sure, I'd love to
share with you."

Ten seconds later I was lying back on my bed, my legs spread and my jeans
and drawers bunched up around one ankle, as Kip's head once again bobbed up
and down in my lap.

"Yeah, suck that dick!" I moaned.  I could hear the spit sloshing around in
his mouth as his smooth young lips slid up and down my shaft.  Then he edged
his hands under my ass and squeezed, causing me to jerk up, sending my dick
to the back of his throat.  Amazingly, he didn't gag; he just made a
gurgling sound, stopped for a second to compose himself, then continued to
suck me off.  As I got closer and closer to coming, I lifted my head enough
to watch Kip at work.  Seeing my bloated seven-inch pole disappearing over
and over inside the first-grader's mouth was the height of obscenity for me
and the sight soon became too much to bear.  Grabbing the back of his head
with both hands, I prepared to christen his virgin mouth.

"Oh, shit!  I'm coming!  Take it, Kip!  Take it all right down your fuckin'
throat!" I yelled.

I guess Kip was expecting to swallow about the same amount of come he'd seen
me shoot when we'd fooled around the first time.  But being that I was
nineteen, terribly turned on, and hadn't jacked off for seven days, I
proceeded to pump a humongous load into the six-year-old's mouth, so much
that his eyes flew open in surprise and, in a panic, he struggled to pull
away from the gushing organ.  But I kept my hands locked around his head,
and my dick buried in his throat, forcing him to swallow repeatedly to keep
from choking.  I was determined to have him slurp down every last drop of
the flood of sperm, and at some point Kip must have realized this, because
he stopped struggling and settled down to doing what he knew he had to do.
Finally my balls emptied themselves.

"Ahh, fuck--that was so good," I moaned, releasing my grip on Kip's head, as
my dick, still in his mouth, began to shrink.  "So how did you like it?"

Kip slowly lifted his head until my prong popped out of his mouth; it made a
wet, smacking noise, and a long strand of either spit or come or both
stretched from his lips to my piss slit.  He had to swallow a few more times
then burp before he could answer me.

"I guess it was okay," he finally said,  "But how come there was so MUCH?
At first, I thought you was PEEING in my mouth."

"Sorry about that," I said.  "I didn't know I had so much in me.  I think I
came like that because you did such a good job sucking me off; your mouth
was the perfect pussy."

When I said that, I could see the pride in Kip's eyes; he was happy that he
had been able to satisfy me.  I was about to turn my attention to his
erection when the doorbell rang.

"That might be Leesha," he said.

"Just a minute!" I yelled, while fumbling to find and put on my bathrobe,
which was what I usually wore around the house.  Once I had it on, I dashed
down the hall, scooping up the clothes that Kip had dropped on the floor
from the front door to my bedroom when he'd come in.  Handing them to him in
a pile, I pushed him into the bathroom and slammed the door.  I then took a
deep breath, wiped the sweat off my forehead, walked to the door and looked
through the peephole.  It was indeed Alicia, so I opened the door.

"Hi," she said. "Is Kip over there?"

"Yeah, but he's in the bathroom right now."

"Well, tell him his lunch is ready."

"Okay," I said.  My eyes followed the eleven-year-old's ass all the way back
to her apartment, and she must have sensed that I was staring at her,
because just as she was about to close the door, she looked around at me and
smiled.  I smiled back before closing my door.

When I came back inside Kip was just coming out of the bathroom, fully
dressed and the picture of innocence.

"Was that Leesha?" he asked.

"Yeah.  She said your lunch is ready."

He slowly started towards the front door but stopped about half way there.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

He glanced then bashfully averted his eyes.  After a long pause he said,
"Before I go, I want you to do something."

"What?"

Again he hesitated.  I was expecting him to say that he wanted me to suck
him off, so I was surprised when he finally he said, "Do one in my face."

A second or two passed before it hit me what he was asking for, and when it
did, my face lit up, reflecting my delight.  "You mean, you want me to fart
in your face?"

With his face now scrunched up into a frown, he looked at me and just nodded
quickly.

"Are you sure?"

Again came a quick nod, and I smiled in admiration that he wanted to try it.
   He probably wanted to see what I got out of it and if he would experience
the same thrill.

"Okay then," I said, "Let's do it."

Kip was wearing that half frown/half smile of his again as he sheepishly
followed me into my bedroom.  I slipped my bathrobe off and got up on my bed
on my hands and knees.  I was about to put my head down so my ass would
stick up but before I did, I turned to give Kip some instructions.

"Now when I get down, just hold on to my legs, stick your face in my butt,
and press your nose up against my asshole.  And when I do it, don't hold
your breath; breathe it in, okay?"

Once more he nodded, and as soon as I assumed the position I felt his hands
on my thighs and his face in my ass crack.  When I also felt on my anus the
puffs of air from his nostrils, I got so excited that I wondered if I would
be able to come through.  But once I bent over, it wasn't long before my
stomach began to rumble, and it was then that I knew Kip was going to get
his wish.

"Get ready," I warned, and right after I said that, the boy actually pushed
his face more firmly into my ass.

I should have gotten an award for that fart.  It started as a loud "blatt!"
then, just like his first fart in my face, sputtered for several seconds,
blasting directly into the six-year-old's nose.

"Ugghh!" he complained, as the awful-smelling gas bombarded him.  But as
terrible as the odor was, Kip never once backed way, and after he'd
recovered from the initial shock of the stench, I actually heard him
sniffing it in!

"Yeah, smell it, Kip!  Sniff my fart!"

The boy kept his face plastered in the crack of my ass for a couple of
minutes then pulled away.  I turned my head to see him frowning severely.

"So what'd you think?"

Still frowning, he just shook his head.

"That's okay," I said.  "You don't have to do that for me.  But I'm glad you
at least wanted to try it."  I turned over onto my back.  "But you like
doing it to me, right?"

He smiled and nodded.

"So you think you could do one more for me before you go?"

"Maaaaybe," Kip teased.

"Then come over here and sit on my face," I said.

The boy's face beamed as he quickly stripped off all his clothes again,
climbed up on my chest and turned around.  I reached up and gently pressed
my palms against his ass cheeks to guide his descent onto my nose.  When he
was in position, I moved my hands and Kip's bubble butt landed directly on
my face, completely covering it and forcing the back of my head into the
mattress.  I had no idea just how heavy his small four-foot frame was until
I felt the full weight of it on my face.

"Mmmppff!" I mumbled, as his ass pressed heavily against my nose and mouth,
nearly suffocating me.

Realizing that he had cut off my air supply, Kip lifted up a little, just
enough to uncover his asshole, upon which he farted directly in my nostrils
then sat back down and grinded his ass in his face, forcing the foul odor
into every inch of my breathing air.

"Yeah, smell it!  Smell that stink fart!" the six-year-old said, as he
continued to gyrate his ass in my face.

Underneath, I revelled in the abuse that this first-grader was administering
to me.  I grabbed his thighs and pulled his ass even harder onto my face,
burying my nose into his shit hole.  When I again couldn't breathe, I pushed
his ass off my face and panted, "Turn around."  As soon as he did, I grabbed
his ass cheeks and pulled him forward, docking his three inches of hard dick
between my pursed lips.

"Oooo!" Kip cooed, as he slid into my mouth.  "Now YOUR mouth is the pussy!"

Immediately he began to pump his hips, his boner pistoning in and out of my
mouth and his balls bouncing off my bottom lip.  Again I marveled at how
naturally Kip took to things, moving on top of me as if he had been fucking
guys in the mouth for years, and once more I wondered if this were indeed
his first experience.  For all I knew, he and his little friends were
fucking each other in the mouth every time they got together to "play."
But, as I eventually did before, I nixed that notion, because of his
inexperienced moves, like the few times he accidentally pulled all the way
out of my mouth and slid along the bridge of my nose.  Still, he was a quick
learner, and in no time he was humping my face like a pro.

After several strokes, he propped himself up on his arms so he could fuck my
face more comfortably; also this way he could look underneath himself and
see his dick going in and out of my mouth.  I knew he was watching, because
a few times, when I opened my eyes and tilted my head back, I caught his
gaze, and each time I did, there was a bit more of a grimace on his young
face and he was breathing more heavily.  I was really getting off on being
used this way by a someone so young and immature; more specifically, I loved
the idea that, at only six years of age, Kip was losing his virginity in my
mouth.  But, of course, all good things have to end, and in the midst of his
banging away at my face in a frenzy--his sweaty, hairless crotch now
repeatedly slapping my face as his cock charged in and out of my mouth--he
suddenly stiffened.

"Aahhh!" Kip yelped, as if in pain.  Hearing this, I grabbed his ass even
more tightly and pulled him as close to me as I could, plastering his groin
against my face.  He began to tremble and groan, and his prick pulsated
between my lips as he experienced an intense dry come.  After several
seconds, I felt Kip's whole body relax; I rolled him off my face and turned
toward him.  He just lay there limply with this weird, almost dreamy
expression on his face as he gazed back at me.  Further down, his shrinking
penis glistened with my spit.  I smiled.

"So how'd it feel to come?" I asked.

"Mmmmm..." he responded, closing his eyes and smiling.

At this point the doorbell rang again and we both heard Alicia saying,
"Hurry up, Kip!  Your food's gettin' cold!"

"Well, I guess you better get going, before she thinks something is going
on."

The boy seemed not to hear me, as he continued to lie there smiling, basking
in the afterglow of what was probably his first orgasm.  Finally, he
nonchalantly got up.  I picked up his jeans, underwear and tee shirt and
helped him get dressed.  When we were done, he briefly checked himself out
in my mirror then strolled out of my bedroom.

"Listen up," I said, as I followed him to the front door.  "They might ask
you why your face is flushed, so you need to tell them that we were
wrestling or something, okay?"

He looked me at, nodded, and left.  After I locked the door behind him, I
replayed in my head everything we had done and a warm feeling radiated
inside me.  If I thought before that we had reached a point of no return,
now I knew it.  We were hooked on each other's bodies and would need to see
each other on a regular basis to satisfy urges that were beginning to grow
wild inside us.


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