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Subject: {ASSM} Out of Bounds - Part 1 (M/m [with an m/f flashback], oral, anal, ws, scat) 
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Date: Sun, 28 Nov 2004 03:10:03 -0500
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Out of Bounds - Part 1
by Coproman


As I looked out the window at the moving van pulling away, I sighed with 
relief.  It was June of 1972, and I could at last put what had happened 
behind me and start focusing on living my life again.  It wouldn't be easy, 
but at least here in Harlem I could get a fresh start where nobody knew me.

I was still trying to figure out how everything had gone so horribly wrong.  
I had always approached my potential partners very carefully, step by step, 
making as sure as possible that they were receptive to my kinkiness before 
popping "the question" to them.  And I would have bet my life that Robbie, a 
fourteen-year-old whom I'd gotten very close to, was more than willing to 
give me what I wanted.  After all, I had gradually let him in on more and 
more of what I was into, eventually even letting him watch some videos from 
my "special" collection.  So I was positive that I had him sufficiently 
primed.

But when I finally asked him if he would do me that special favor, he 
quietly balked, asking immediately to leave my apartment.  That should have 
been the end of it, but Robbie apparently felt the need to spread the word 
about the admittedly nasty proposal I'd put to him, and the next thing I 
knew, his mother was banging on my door, cursing me out and threatening to 
call the police if I didn't pay her a substantial sum of money (which, of 
course, I did).  Then came the cold shoulders from neighbors who had always 
spoken to me before, followed by the phone calls and the notes slipped under 
the door.  The last straw was when I came home from work to find the word 
"PERVERT" written across my apartment door in bright red paint. I started 
looking for a new place that same day.

Now that I was out of Brooklyn and safely in Manhattan, I would lay low for 
a while--a LONG while.  I would look, I would admire, I would appreciate, 
and I would imagine, but I would definitely not act, because my traumatic 
experience had made me more than a little gun-shy.  Besides, I needed time 
to settle into my new digs before venturing.  And, indeed, for the first few 
days, judging by the neighborhood folk I'd seen up to that point, I thought 
I might be lucky enough not to encounter anyone to whom I had more than a 
mild attraction.  But then, as I was coming home from work one day, I 
spotted him, and I knew immediately that my vow of abstinence was in 
jeopardy.

His name was Jamaal, a tall, lanky, light-skinned kid who seemed to have 
inherited all the best features from what I later learned to be his black 
father and Dominican mother.  Only fifteen years old, he was already six 
feet tall and still growing.  The moment I saw him, I was instantly drawn to 
him and easily imagined making the same proposal to him I'd made to Robbie.  
That's why I knew I needed to make an extra effort to avoid him.

But doing that would be even harder than I'd expected, because it just so 
happened that Jamaal and I lived in the same building.  What's more, he 
seemed to go out of his way to come over and say "hi" whenever he saw me in 
the building or on the street.  This continued for three weeks until one day 
my doorbell rang and I opened the door to see the handsome youth standing 
there smiling.  He was wearing a New York Knicks jersey, a pair of 
super-long denim shorts that hit his legs at about mid-shin, and a pair of 
white high-top sneakers.  Apparently he had just finished playing 
basketball, because he was sweaty and that musky, boy's-locker-room smell 
was radiating off his skin.  I was so stunned to see the teenager that I 
just stood in the doorway staring at him for several seconds.

"So can I come in, or what?" Jamaal finally asked, snapping me out of my 
trance.

"Yeah, sure.  I'm sorry.  Come on in," and I moved back and pulled the door 
open just enough to let him get by me, allowing me another good whiff of his 
body odor, which was making me horny.

Without invitation he sat down in my favorite easy chair and slouched back, 
appearing to get comfortable right away.  I offered him a refreshment and he 
asked if I had any orange juice.  I said "sure" and walked into the kitchen. 
  As I poured the juice, a little voice kept reminding me that I was now in 
the exact situation I'd told myself I would avoid and I should find a 
graceful way to get out of it.  But a much louder voice was screaming, "HE'S 
SITTING IN YOUR FUCKING LIVING ROOM!!  GO FOR IT!!" and I was inclined to 
allow the second voice to drown out the first.

When I returned, I handed the glass to Jamaal and noticed how much bigger 
his hand was than mine, as if I were the fifteen-year-old and he was the 
adult.  I then backed up and sat on the sofa, which was at an angle across 
from the easy chair, and again just stared at the teenager.  I was 
particularly impressed by the neat rows of perfectly parallel cornrows that 
were his hair, and I wondered which of the many teenaged girls in the 
neighborhood had taken the time to braid it.

"So what's up?" I finally asked.

"Yo, man, I been meanin' to talk to you about somethin' for a long time, but 
I kept puttin' it off.  So I figured after I finished playin' ball today, 
I'd just come on up and get it over with."

"Wow," I said.  "That sounds heavy.  I hope I'm ready for whatever it is."

Giving me a wry smile, Jamaal took a big sip of juice then set the glass 
down and slouched back again.  Propping his elbows up on the arm rests, he 
locked his fingers together and rested them against his chin.  He just 
stared at me for several seconds before taking a deep breath.

"I heard about you, you know," he finally said.

"What do you mean?"  But I knew exactly what he meant, and I swear I could 
feel my blood freeze.

"My friend lives in the same building you used to live in out in Bed-Stuy, 
and when I told him this new guy had moved into my building and I mentioned 
your name, he told me what happened and why you had to move."

"Oh" was all I could say at that point.  I then sighed deeply.  "Well, I 
guess that means I'll have to move again after being here less than a month, 
huh?"

"Why would you do that?" he asked, looking confused.

"Why not?  I'm sure you've already told all your friends around here about 
me.  So it won't be long before I start getting the threatening phone calls 
and the nasty notes slipped under my door."

"But I ain't told nobody."

"Really?"

"Yup."

I stared at him.  "I'm curious.  Why not?"

He gave me a little half-smile.  "I'll tell you, but first I wanna know if 
what he told me about you is true.  That kid that lived down the hall from 
you--did you really ask him to...to shit in your mouth?"

I just continued staring at him.  I figured since I was going to have to get 
the hell out of Dodge again anyway, I might as well tell him the truth.  
"Yeah, I did.  You satisfied? Now you can tell all your friends that I 
admitted it."

Jamaal was still looking at me but it wasn't with the expression of disgust 
that I'd expected.  Instead he looked almost as if he were relieved.  "Wow," 
he finally said.  "Yo, that's messed up.  I mean, what he did to you is 
messed up.  'Cause if it was me, I woulda gave you what you wanted."

I just stared at the teenager in disbelief for a moment before cracking a 
tiny smile.  "Yeah, okay.  You know, you shouldn't kid around with me like 
that.  I'm having a hard enough time just dealing with the fact that you're 
in my apartment."

"Nah, man, I ain't kiddin'," said Jamaal.  "Me and my girlfriend been 
lookin' for somebody we can get our freak on with."

"You AND your girlfriend?"

"Yup.  But, yo, it's kinda hard to ask somebody about doin' stuff like that, 
you know?"

I chuckled.  "Yeah, I DO know."

"But first there's somethin' I gotta know."

"Yeah?"

He hesitated.  "Well...are you into...like...girls?"

"Yeah, I am.  I just usually approach guys because I've had more success 
with them.  But I HAVE gotten a couple of girls to do it to me."

"Good, 'cause I KNOW my girlfriend is gonna wanna give you hers."

Even though I still wasn't sure if Jamaal was telling the truth or just 
fucking with me, my dick apparently believed every word he said, because it 
was quickly growing longer and harder in anticipation of my swallowing the 
teen couple's turds.  But despite my horniness, I knew I needed to hear more 
from Jamaal to determine how honest he was being with me.

"This girlfriend of your sounds interesting."

The teenager smiled brightly.  "Yup.  She's hot."

"So tell me about her."

"Well, her name is Ydania, she's fourteen, and she lives right down the 
block."

"So what is she, Puerto Rican?"

"Yup.  And she's gorgeous.  She has two older sisters, who are pretty 
good-looking too, and a little snot-nosed brother named Alex, who's about 
six or seven."

"And you're telling me that at her age she's into scat?"

"Yup."

"So how'd you find out?" I asked.  "I mean, did she approach you or did you 
approach her? Because, like you said, it's not the easiest thing in the 
world to bring up in a conversation."

"Well, really, she started it.  Last summer, her mother was in Puerto Rico, 
her sisters were partyin' somewhere, and I think her little brother was out 
playing with his friend, so she invited me over.  When I got there, we 
fooled around for a while, but then I had to shit like a motherfucker--I 
couldn't wait--so I told her to take five while I did a number two.  And all 
she said was, 'Okay, but don't take too long.'

"So, anyway, I go in the bathroom and I'm sittin' there doin' my thing, when 
all of a sudden the fuckin' door comes flyin' open and it's her, standin' 
there butt naked, pointin' at me with her eyes all wide and goin', 'Oooooo!  
I see you doo-dooin'!'  So now I'm pissed off, so I yell, 'Get the fuck 
outta here, and gimme some fuckin' privacy!'  But she just stands there 
smilin' at me.  Then she says, 'But I gotta go, too; and I can't wait 
neither.'  So I just look at her and say, 'Well, you either gotta wait till 
I finish or go in my fuckin' mouth.  So which one will it be?'

"By puttin' it that way, I was hopin' to gross her out enough to leave me 
alone, so I was surprised as hell when she said, 'Well, then, I guess I'll 
just have to go in your mouth, motherfucker!'  Then she grabs my arms and 
pulls me right off the fuckin' toilet!"

Just anticipating where Jamaal's story was going had me hard as a rock, but 
instead of trying to hide my erection, I decided to risk letting the 
teenager see just how hot he was making me.  So I lifted up and yanked my 
shorts and drawers down, releasing my hard-on.  When it flopped back against 
my stomach, Jamaal immediately stopped talking and just stared at it with 
his mouth open.

"Sorry about that," I apologized.  "But your story's turning me on so much, 
I just had to let it out.  You don't mind, do you?"

"Nah, not at all," Jamaal said, smiling.  "Matter of fact, I'm makin' myself 
horny too, talkin' about it.  So can I take mine out?"

"Be my guest," I said, as I began to tug at my cock.

My eyes were riveted on Jamaal as he casually stood up, unsnapped his denim 
shorts and let them drop onto his sneakers.  I smiled when I saw the huge 
bulge in his loose-fitting white boxer shorts, and I gasped when he fished 
it out of his fly.  The fifteen-year-old's erection had to be at least ten 
inches long, and his balls were in a tight pouch about the size of a small 
orange.  I was amazed not only by the size of his genitals but the fact that 
they were the darkest parts of his body, so they made a particularly 
striking contrast against his white underwear.

As I stared at his impressive equipment, the boy just looked at me and 
smiled, obviously aware of what he had and how lucky he was to have so much 
of it at his age.  I began to wonder just how many mouths, pussies, and 
assholes--both male and female--the teenager's pole had found its way into 
and how many people in the neighborhood had, at one time or another, walked 
around with his sperm cells swimming around in their tummies.

"So where was I?" asked Jamaal.

I was so hypnotized by the boy's cock that it took me a moment to snap out 
of it and realize that he'd said something to me.  "Oh, I'm sorry," I 
finally said.  "I think your girlfriend had just pulled you off the toilet."

"Oh, yeah, that's right.  Well, I wasn't even finished doin' my business and 
there I was laying on my back on the bathroom floor.  Next thing I know, 
this bitch--my own fuckin' girlfriend--is puttin' her big butt right over my 
face, tellin' me to open my mouth so she can shit in it!  So I'm layin' 
there sayin' to myself, How the fuck does this bitch know that I'm willin' 
to do some freaky shit like this, instead of just kickin' her ass? But 
somehow she DOES know, and as I'm watchin' her fuckin' asshole open up and 
see this big fuckin' turd start comin' out, both of us know I'm fuckin' sick 
enough to do just what she wants me to do.

"So I open up and her fuckin' shit drops right in my mouth, and instead of 
spittin' it out, I start fuckin' chewin' on it like it's my fuckin' lunch, 
while she's yellin' at me in Spanish, 'Yeah, eat my fuckin' shit!  You know 
you like it!'  I'd never seen her this wild before, but for some reason it 
was a turn-on, and I really started gettin' into eatin' her crap.  And while 
I'm doin' that, her fuckin' piss starts squirtin' all over my chest and 
runnin' all the way down to my crotch.  So now my dick and pubes are soaked 
in piss and all of a sudden I feel her hands down there rubbin' it into my 
skin.  Then she grabs my dick, leans forward and stuffs it in her mouth, so 
she's blowin' me while I'm eatin' her fuckin' shit."

(By now Jamaal and I were both pulling pretty steadily on our whangs, but I 
was keeping a careful eye on him, because I certainly didn't want him to 
waste what those fat balls of his were cooking up.)

"Now I don't know if she planned it this way or what, but I'm chewin' up the 
last of her shit and just about to swallow it when, all of a sudden, I come. 
  And I don't just come, I fuckin' exPLODE, like never before, and I can 
hear her strugglin' to suck it all down.
"But that wasn't even the wildest part.  After I came, I'm still layin' on 
the floor, tryin' to recover, when Dani gets up, turns around and looks down 
at me, smilin' this evil-lookin' smile.  Then she pokes me with her foot and 
says, 'Turn over.'  At first I just look at her, wonderin' what's on her 
mind and if I should really be takin' my eye off her right now, but then I 
say to myself, What the hell, and give her my back.  'Now get on your knees, 
but keep your head down,' she says, and again I do what she says, so now my 
shitty ass is stickin' all up in the breeze.  But when I turn my head to try 
to see what she's gonna do, she yells, 'Hey, no looking!'  So I turn around 
and put my head down again, and the next thing I know I feel her spreadin' 
my asshole open.  Of course my dick starts gettin' hard all over again and 
two seconds later it's back to bein' hard as a rock, 'cause Dani just stuck 
her fuckin' tongue up my ass!"

When I heard this, I closed my eyes and could almost see Jamaal crouched 
down on the bathroom floor with his fourteen-year-old girlfriend's face 
buried between his ass cheeks, licking the shit out of his ass.  I swore I 
could hear her lips smacking as she sucked passionately at the boy's smelly, 
shit-smeared anus.

"I gotta stop for a minute," Jamaal said, his voice straining and his face 
tight as he tugged furiously at his pole.  "I'm almost ready to blow my 
wad."

"Can I have it?"

He smiled.  "I thought you'd never ask."

Letting go of my dick, I quickly got off the couch and crawled over to where 
Jamaal sat in my chair then sat back on my heels as I waited for him to get 
to that point of no return.  It didn't take long.

"Fuck!  I'm comin'!" Jamaal yelled.  "Take it!"

I quickly leaned forward and slipped about half of Jamaal's ten-inch pole 
into my mouth; he promptly grabbed the back of my head with both hands and 
pulled it down, force feeding me the other half.  I could feel the head of 
the fifteen-year-old's cock throbbing madly as he shot a humongous load of 
spunk down my throat, the sheer volume of the sticky fluid damn near choking 
me.  But the idea that I was slurping down the abundant sexual seed of a 
young teenaged fox, taking what his jail-bait girlfriend would most likely 
have gotten, made me swallow enthusiastically, despite the difficulties.

"Shit, that felt good," Jamaal rasped, releasing my head.

I gulped a few more times to get the rest of his sperm down then slowly 
pulled my lips off his shrinking cock.

"No, wait," Jamaal said.  "Put your mouth back on it again so I won't have 
to get up and go to the bathroom."

My heartrate probably doubled when he said that and I quickly put the boy's 
dick back in my mouth.  Once it was there, Jamaal lay his head back, closed 
his eyes, and sighed.  A few seconds later I felt a small warm stream hit my 
tongue.  I immediately began to swallow, as the acrid flow rapidly increased 
until it was flooding my mouth, forcing me to guzzle it down.

"Yeah, drink it," Jamaal sighed.  "Drink that fuckin' piss."

I was swallowing rapidly to do just that; after downing several mouthfuls of 
urine, though, I began to wonder if this boy had an abnormally large bladder 
or something, because he was taking one hell of a leak.  But I was so 
thrilled by the idea of sucking down the teenager's piss that I welcomed the 
gusher, and I was also hoping that this golden nectar wasn't the final treat 
the lanky youth had for me.

It took more than a minute for Jamaal's stream to finally decrease to a 
trickle.  Seconds later he flexed his sphincter a few times, squirting the 
last of his piss into my mouth.  I swallowed it then gingerly ran my tongue 
over his cock head to lap up the last few drops before once more pulling my 
lips off his dick.  Afterwards I looked up at the boy, my eyes pleading.

"Please tell me you have to go," I said.

He met my gaze and smiled. "But I just did."

"You know what I mean," I said, smiling back at him.

His smile instantly turned into a grin.  "Well, I'm not sure if I do or not. 
  Why don't you check me out and see?"

Jamaal slowly stood up and began to push his underwear down over his hips, 
taking special care not to hurt himself as his dick and balls passed through 
the fly of his boxers.  When they were bunched up around his ankles with his 
shorts, he stepped out of both of them and tossed them on the couch.  Next 
he pulled off his jersey and tossed it on the couch as well.  The 
fifteen-year-old was now standing in front on me completely naked, and I 
just sat there admiring his youthful beauty.  His entire light-skinned body 
was smooth and hairless, except for a respectable pubic bush, and I couldn't 
seem to eat enough of this eye candy.  What's more, Jamaal knew exactly how 
delectable his body was, because for the next several seconds he just stood 
there, showing off his flawless form while allowing me to ogle it.

Finally Jamaal winked at me and turned around.  Getting in the chair with 
his knees on the very edge of the cushion, he bent all the way over and 
tucked his head in.  This put his unblemished ass prominently up in the air, 
with his dark dick and balls hanging invitingly between his open thighs.  
His anus was pursed open like a little crater, allowing me to see inside it 
even without spreading his buns, and my heart skipped a beat when I spotted 
a light-brown lump.  Quickly removing the rest of my clothes, I got into a 
crouch right behind the boy, which put my face directly in line with his 
butt.

"I hope you can handle it," said the fifteen-year-old, "'cause I ain't went 
since day before yesterday."

When I heard this, my lust went into overdrive.  First I pressed my nose up 
against the boy's asshole and inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with the 
heady aroma of his shit; then I plastered my lips over his pouting hole 
while bracing my palms against his smooth ass cheeks.  As soon as he felt me 
in place behind him, Jamaal uttered a soft "unngh" and my mouth was suddenly 
full of teenaged-boy shit.  Fortunately its semisoft consistency allowed me 
to swallow it without much chewing, so only seconds later the first part of 
the boy's bowel movement was sliding into my stomach.

"Fuck, yeah," Jamaal moaned.  "Eat my fuckin' shit.  I been wantin' to take 
a dump in your fuckin' mouth ever since I first seen you."

"Mmmmmm!" I said in response, letting him know how much what he'd said 
turned me on, as I received my second mouthful of excrement.  At least six 
months had passed since I'd last indulged myself in my favorite fetish, when 
the thirteen-year-old daughter of a single mother, who lived in the next 
building, had squatted over my face and dropped a big nasty turd in my 
mouth, and I fondly recalled how I had luxuriated in the smell, taste, and 
even the texture of the young girl's shit as I gobbled it down.  Now, as I 
ate Jamaal's shit, I imagined that I was Ydania, wallowing in depravity as I 
chowed down on my black boyfriend's bowel movement, and as this image 
drifted through my head, I knew that this was something I wanted to see 
happen when the three of us got together.

"Yeah, keep eatin' that shit," Jamaal suddenly said.  "I ate my girlfriend's 
this morning, so you prob'ly gettin' some of hers too."

"Mmmmmm!" I again responded, as Jamaal's words created this new image for 
me, which caused me to scoff down the boy's scat even more enthusiastically, 
as my rock-hard tool twitched over and over.  Then, to my surprise, as 
Jamaal's sphincter pushed yet another turd in my mouth, something happened 
that had never happened to me before: I came...without even touching myself! 
  I guess eating the teenager's shit while picturing him eating his 
girlfriend's shit and vice versa was just too sexually overwhelming, because 
in the midst of everything, I felt something like electricity shoot through 
my body and the next thing I knew, I was moaning and spurting come all over 
the floor in front of the easy chair.

Noticing the change in the pitch of my voice, Jamaal looked between his legs 
to see what was happening.  "Oh, shit!  You came, didn't you?"

"Mm-hm," I sighed, breathing heavily as I continued to slurp down the boy's 
feces.

"Damn, you a straight-up freak, ain't you?"

"Mm-hm," I said again.

"Good.  I'm sure Dani's gonna come up with a lot of freaky things for you to 
do."

At first I wondered what a fourteen-year-old girl could possibly come up 
with that I hadn't already done at least a hundred times before.  But, at 
the same time, I'd never experienced having someone that young INITIATE 
things, so I was eager to see just how fertile her imagination was.

Right now, though, I had to focus on what was happening, because while my 
belly was nearly full, Jamaal's bowels were not yet empty; his pouting poop 
chute was still pushing shit into my mouth, which was pushing this whole 
experience to the limit of what even a scat glutton like me could handle.  
But I had offered my mouth for the handsome teenager to use as his personal 
toilet, and he was simply taking me up on that offer in a big way; and 
because I was determined to consume everything he fed me, I needed to find 
room inside myself for every morsel of his bodily waste.

Then, just when I thought my mouth couldn't hold one more gram of shit, 
Jamaal finally finished dumping his enormous load, as I could feel his 
asshole flexing but could detect nothing else coming out of it.  
Disconnecting my lips from his anus, I chewed noisily on that final big 
mouthful of shit then swallowed, closing my eyes and smiling with 
satisfaction as it slipped down my throat and settled into my stuffed 
stomach.

Letting go of the boy's ass, I sat back on my heels again with my head back 
and my mouth open, trying to catch my breath.  But when I opened my eyes 
again and saw the light-brown smears on the fifteen-year-old's anus, I 
leaned forward again, spread his poop chute open again, and dove in with my 
tongue, cleaning that leftover shit out of his ass.

Jamaal remained silent through all this but kept staring at me from between 
his legs.  When I finally finished cleaning him, I again took my hands off 
his ass and moved back, allowing me to see his upside-down face between his 
legs.  For a moment we just looked at each other; then he smiled one of his 
intoxicatingly boyish smiles.

"Hey, dude, guess what," he said.

"What?"

"My dick's hard again.  So what we gonna do about that?"

Smiling, I pretended to think about it for a few seconds then said, "You 
ever put that thing in a guy's ass before?"

He laughed.  "That's for me to know and you to find out."

"So when, exactly, will I find out?"

"Now's a good time," he said.  "Here, take my place," and he casually got 
out of my easy chair and stood beside it, allowing me to see his newly erect 
cock, which had been hidden from me when he was bent over in the chair.  The 
ten-inch stud muscle was again super-hard and pointing at the ceiling, and 
the idea that it would soon be firmly embedded in my rectum had my whole 
body tingling in anticipation.

I climbed in the chair and assumed the same position that Jamaal had taken 
to shit in my mouth.  As he stood behind me, my ass was right at the level 
of his crotch, and after I tucked my head down, I did the same thing to him 
he'd done to me: stared at him from between my legs.  While I couldn't see 
his face, I could see him brandishing his fat cock, and I was afraid that he 
was going to try to dry fuck me with it.  So, expecting to feel a sharp pain 
any moment, I shut my eyes and tried to relax, but to my surprise, it was 
not the boy's dick but his tongue that I felt, as he flicked it around my 
ass ring before burying it inside my anus.

For the next minute or so I revelled in the sensation of having a 
fifteen-year-old rim me.  Being that I was twice his age, I thought the idea 
of tonguing my asshole might be repulsive to him.  But this kid was showing 
me that he was sexually wise beyond his years--a teenaged libertine who 
refused to be constrained to performing only those acts considered to be 
"macho" among his peers.  Apparently Ydania had taught him well.

"There," Jamaal finally said, pulling his mouth away from me.  "That should 
do it," and I quickly felt the smooth, blunt head of his cock pressing 
against the puckered knot of my spit-dripping shithole.

It had been a while since I'd had anything so big up my ass, so even with 
Jamaal's insistent pushing, it was refusing to let him in.  So I told the 
boy to hold up for a second, took a deep breath--again trying to relax--and 
focused on my anus by pretending to take a shit.  This time, as the teenager 
again knocked at my back door with his dick, it took only seconds for my 
sphincter to open up, and the head of Jamaal's dick popped right inside, 
causing both of us to gasp.

"Shit, you tighter back there than Dani," said the boy.

"Is that a problem?" I asked.

He chuckled.  "Hey, if it ain't a problem for you, it DAMN sure ain't one 
for me!"  After saying this, Jamaal grabbed my hips and again pressed 
forward, starting his dick on its long journey to the bottom of my rectum.

"Oooohhh," I moaned, as I felt the teenager's schlong slowly sliding down my 
shit chute.  "That hurts so fuckin' good!"

By the time Jamaal had packed all ten inches into my pooper, I felt 
completely filled up, relishing the delicious dual feeling of his throbbing 
cock inside my pulsating asshole.  The fifteen-year-old must also have been 
savoring this sensation, because for the next couple of minutes he just 
stood there with his dick stuck up my ass and inhaling deeply, while 
sensually rubbing his hands over my ass and lower back.

"Mmmmmm!" Jamaal hummed, and I wasn't sure if he was just naturally 
expressing his pleasure or deliberately imitating the noises I'd made when I 
was eating his shit.  What's more I didn't care, because I was so content 
having his thick teenaged ramrod inside me.  And then it was as if the 
teenager was reading my mind, because as soon as I was ready to get on with 
being fucked, I felt him steady his hands on my hips and slowly begin to 
withdraw his dick from my shitter.  It seemed to take forever for the boy to 
pull that horse cock out of my ass, and the sensation was incredible, like I 
was taking an enormous shit.  Finally only the tapered head of Jamaal's 
prick remained inside me, and my sphincter had a tight hold on it.

"Oooo, that feel nice!" the boy commented; then he shoved all ten inches 
back inside me; then he pulled out again; then he pushed in again and soon 
the fifteen-year-old was pumping my rump at a pretty good pace, sending my 
whole body crashing into the chair with every thrust.

"Yeah, fuck me!" I panted, as I listened to the chair's cushion squeaking 
under my knees and Jamaal's crotch slapping up against my butt.  "Fuck the 
shit outta my ass!"

Jamaal quietly went about the business of banging my booty, his iron-hard 
tool invading my intestines with every powerful thrust.  At first all I 
could hear was the teenager's sharp exhalation of breath each time he 
slammed into me.  But after a while I could also detect his raspy breathing 
and feel drops of his sweat sprinkling over my back as he labored even more 
mightily at my asshole.  The very idea that a boy half my age was 
energetically plugging my pooper had me so horny that, even though I had 
come only a little while ago, I felt myself getting hard all over again.

Being that my asshole was tighter than his girlfriend's, I doubted the young 
basketball player would last very much longer, but he was more practiced 
than I thought he'd be at prolonging his pleasure, slowing down his strokes 
whenever he felt his climax getting too close then speeding up again when 
those critical moments had passed.  After several minutes of this, however, 
Jamaal's orgasm could no longer be reined in.

Grabbing my hips, the fifteen-year-old pulled my ass hard against his crotch 
while thrusting himself forward, burying every last inch of his cock firmly 
in my rectum as his whole body began to quiver.

"Fuck!  I'm comin'!  Take it all right up your fuckin' ass, bitch!"

I could feel the teenager's tool swelling then throbbing against the walls 
of my colon as he fired spurt after hot spurt of semen deep into my bowels, 
clogging my shit tunnel with the abundant evidence of his raw lust and 
youthful virility.  And after Jamaal had finished filling my back door with 
ball juice, my sphincter continued to respond to the sticky shower by 
spasmodically clutching his softening shaft, gently squeezing it dry of any 
remaining sperm.

As this was happening, I could also feel Jamaal's body going limp.  
Eventually he lay on top of me, his sweaty torso pressing against my back as 
he attempted to get his breathing back to normal.

"Shit, that felt good," Jamaal panted, and right after saying this, he began 
to ease his shrinking dick out of my asshole.  When he finally did pull it 
out, I immediately felt a cool rush behind me, as my gaping anus was 
suddenly exposed to the open air.  From between my legs I could see Jamaal's 
spent, shit-smeared cock; then he bent down to get a closer look at my poop 
chute and I was able to see his sweat-covered face.

"Hey, dude, you leakin'," he said.

"Really?"

"Yup," he chuckled.  "Somethin' thick and white is comin' out your ass."

"Well, what are you going to do about it?" I asked, playing along.

"Only one thing TO do," said Jamaal.

As soon as I heard that, I closed my eyes, expecting him to jab his fingers 
inside me to stop the flow, so I was again surprised--and actually flinched, 
this time--when I felt the tip of his tongue touch me just below my asshole. 
  Slowly he trailed it up, circled my pucker a few times, then jammed his 
whole tongue up my ass.

"Nngghh!" I responded, again flinching; then I took a deep breath and 
relaxed as Jamaal started to lap heartily at my anus.  "Oh, yeah," I sighed. 
  "Suck that come outta my ass. Take back everything you gave me."

Once more I was impressed by the boy's actions, because this too just wasn't 
something a fifteen-year-old hunk would normally do after shooting his wad 
up somebody's ass.

"Now get up and turn around," said Jamaal.

Backing out of the chair, I stood up and turned to face Jamaal, who was 
standing in front of me wearing a suspicious-looking smile.  Before I could 
react, he leaned forward, grabbed my face, plastered his lips over mine and 
began to push the sperm he'd sucked out of my ass--along with a few small 
pieces of shit--into my mouth.  I was again so surprised by the sexual 
maturity the boy was showing (especially considering that my breath smelled 
like shit) that I eagerly accepted his gift.  I then returned it to him then 
he gave it back to me, and we spent the next few minutes swapping sperm, 
shit and spit until each of us finally swallowed our share.

"Aaahhh," Jamaal said when we separated; he then smacked his lips, licked 
them, and smiled.  "I gotta go."

I immediately felt a tinge of sadness and Jamaal must have seen this in my 
face, because he quickly said, "Don't worry.  I'll be back tomorrow...with 
Dani."

"Promise?"

He laughed.  "Promise."  Then he added, "Hey, dude, I would never let you 
down with somethin' like that.  Shit, I'm lookin' forward to it myself."

"Just making sure," I said, and I watched as the boy gathered up his 
clothes.

"Don't you want to take a shower before you get dressed?" I asked.

"Nah," he said.  "I told Ma I'd be playin' ball, so it's better if I go back 
in the house just like I am, all sweaty and stink."

Hearing him say that and watching him put his clothes back on were making me 
horny all over again.  When he was fully dressed, Jamaal stretched for a 
couple of minutes,  lithely bending this way and that like a ballet dancer. 
Eventually, he spread his legs and bent all the way over, grabbing his 
ankles and looking at me from between those long legs.

"Hey, check out the back pockets on these shorts," he said.

Since I didn't see anything unusual from where I was sitting, I got up and 
strolled over to Jamaal, standing behind him and looking down.

"I don't see anything," I said.

"That's 'cause it's real small," he said.  "You gotta get closer."

When I stooped down and moved in for a closer look, Jamaal farted in my 
face, howling with laughter as he watched me recoil in surprise.  But then, 
quickly, the stench began to turn me on, and I ended up pressing my face 
into the seat of his shorts and holding on to his thighs while I inhaled the 
foul odor.  As I sniffed him, Jamaal just held his position.

"Yup," he finally said, "Dani's gonna have a LOT of fun with you."

After saying that, Jamaal stood up and walked to the front door.  Unlocking 
it, he opened it only a crack and peered cautiously into the hallway to see 
if anyone was around.  Satisfied that it was vacant, he turned his head, 
kissing and winking at me, then dashed out the door and ducked into the 
stairwell.  I quickly closed and re-locked the door.

Sitting back down on the couch, I stared at the empty easy chair and 
reflected on what had happened.  Had Jamaal really been here?  Had we really 
done all of those nasty things?  It all seemed like a dream.  But I couldn't 
deny that I had, in fact, engaged in some hard-core sex and scat play with 
the object of my lust, because I could feel his come continuing to ooze out 
of my asshole and my stomach churning on the contents of his bladder and 
bowels.  And if all went well, by this time tomorrow I would again get to 
satisfy my perverse hunger by feasting on the shit of his fourteen-year-old 
Puerto Rican girlfriend.


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