The Little Boy Next Door - Part 3
by Coproman
(M/b, oral, analingus, ws, scat)


The next phase of my sexual relationship with Kip came about as a result of my watching a porno movie, which wasn't the easiest thing for me to do back in the early '70s.  Since there was no home video in those days, I had to try to make myself look older than my nineteen years and talk my way into a 42nd Street peep show.  The eight-millimeter films they shot back then may have been lacking in quality, but at least society wasn't as hung up about the whole child sex issue as it is now, so there were plenty of pedo movies available.  I focused on one that featured a little boy about Kip's age and a young man about mine.  What I saw them do that day turned me on so much that I couldn't wait to try it with my six-year-old partner, and I eagerly awaited the day that I would be home alone again so I could invite him over.

Fortunately that day came the following Sunday, when my parents decided to visit some friends of theirs who lived in Brooklyn.  A few minutes after they left, I dashed to the front window of our fourth-floor tenement, opened it and leaned on the sill as I waited for Kip, who also regularly looked out of his window, to do the same.  It took about twenty minutes but he finally poked his head out, and the moment I saw him, my heart began to race.

"Kip, guess what."

"What?"

"Nobody's here but me."

His eyes lit up.  "For real?"

"Yep."

"Bye," he said, and he quickly disappeared.  Two minutes later the doorbell rang, and when I looked through the peephole, Kip was standing there wearing a big goofy smile. I quickly opened the door and he slipped inside.

We wasted no time at all.  As usual, I was wearing only my bathrobe, so I was naked in a flash.  Kip was wearing shorts, sandals, and a tee-shirt, but it took him only about thirty seconds to take them all off.  For a moment we just stared at each other: the six-foot-tall, dark-skinned nineteen-year-old vs. the four-foot-tall, light-skinned six-year-old.  As far as I was concerned, we were the perfect match.

"Get up on the bed on your knees and bend over," I said.

Kip immediately complied, and two seconds later, I was staring at his bare, smooth ass and pink, gently-puckered anus, which oddly, even next to his bubble butt, seemed almost too big.   My hands trembled as I grasped his cheeks and used my thumbs to spread his asshole open.

"I had to doo-doo this morning," the little boy said, turning his head back towards me.

"Mmmm," I responded, suddenly very thankful that six-year-olds don't do a very good job of wiping themselves when they go.  Not only was a strong shit smell wafting from his anus, there were also bits of tan-colored shit sticking to the inner folds of it, as well as tiny pieces of yellow toilet paper stuck in his ass crack.  Of course, all of this made me horny as hell, and I ended up sticking my nose directly in his anus. Without warning, the boy farted in my face.  I inhaled as deeply as I could, filling my lungs with the foul aroma.  I was so turned on by the unexpected treat that I thought I was going to come right then.  

"How was that one?" Kip asked.

"Good," I responded in a slightly muffled voice, since my face was still plastered in his ass crack.  "Any more?"

"Nope.  Sorry."

"That's okay," I said.  "I'll just have to make up for it by seeing how much shit you have left over from this morning," and I immediately poked my very wet tongue into the boy's very smelly asshole.

"Ugghhh!" Kip protested, pretending to be horrified but not able to contain his laughter.  "You nasty!"  But, of course, I wasn't "nasty" enough for him to pull his ass away from me, and after I'd slurped at his asshole for only a couple of minutes, he rewarded me with the fart he'd said he couldn't make.  I sniffed the pungent odor until there was nothing left then returned my tongue to his asshole to finish cleaning him.

Afterwards, I backed away and lay face up on the bed.  This was Kip's cue to service me orally, and he dutifully got off the bed, positioned his head between my legs, and took my tool in his mouth.

"Oh, shit!  Yeah!  Suck that dick!" I said, as Kip's head began to bob up and down on my super-erect prong.  Even though he could barely get his lips around my organ, this little six-year-old had managed to give me some of the best head I'd ever gotten, which was why, lately, I had spurted more come down his throat than I had in my girlfriend's pussy; he deserved it more because he turned me on more.  This time, though, things would be a little different.  He'd still get my sperm but in a slightly different way.

"Oh, yeah--that feels so fucking good!" I moaned, holding on tightly to Kip's head with both hands.  "You suck me so good!"

By now, Kip had slipped his hands underneath me and was cupping my ass cheeks as he continued to slobber over my dick.  A couple of times he actually took nearly all seven inches of it down his throat, and I shivered when I felt his lips clamped around the base of my shaft.  If he kept this up I was sure to blow my wad, but I didn't want to come just yet, so on the next downstroke, I held Kip's head down and, in one swift motion, flipped the two of us over, so that he was now lying on the bed on his back and I was on top of him, fucking him in the mouth.

"Mmmmm!" Kip moaned as I plunged my pole down his throat and my balls banged against his chin.  Even though I was being rough with him, his moan wasn't one of complaint, because he was holding on to my ass more tightly than before, even giving it an occasional squeeze to urge me on.  After only a few more minutes of this action, however, I reached my peak.

"Ooo!  Ooo!  Yeah!  I'm coming!"  But instead of forcing my rod to the back of Kip's throat, the way I'd done before, I quickly pulled it out of his mouth and sat back.  Immediately, the little boy, whose eyes had been shut, opened them and stared at me with a look of wonder on his face.  He then opened his mouth again, lifted his head, and tried to retrieve my dick, which I was holding tightly and pumping, but I used my other hand to push his head back down on the bed, confusing him all the more.

"Just stay there," I managed to grunt out, still jacking my dick vigorously.  "I wanna try something different this time, something I saw in a movie."

The six-year-old, still confused, reluctantly lay back down and just watched me masturbate.  But it took only about ten seconds for him to discover what I intended to do.  With my penis aimed directly at his head, I suddenly groaned loudly then screamed, "Shit!  Fuck!  Take it!  Take my come right in your fuckin' face!"

I then splattered Kip's face with about three days' worth of pent-up come, sending the first shot onto his forehead and into his hair then spurting the rest all over his eyelids, cheeks, nose, lips, and chin.  By the time I was done, the six-year-old was covered with semen, as if not one but three horny guys had shot their loads in his face.  But, just like the kid in the movie, Kip was a real trooper during the whole operation.  Not once did he try to turn his head or cover up to avoid the slimy shower; he bravely took every drop.

"Now," I panted as I lifted off him, "get up and look in the mirror."

He eagerly jumped up and did just that, as I stood behind him, also looking.  I was surprised by his reaction.  There was no shock, not much surprise either, really, just an initial squinting frown, followed mainly by curiosity, as he turned his head from side to side, studying his spermed-up face from several different angles.

"So what do you think?"

He hesitated awhile then, still examining himself, said, "I think you a freak, that's what."

I laughed.  "Just for that, I'm gonna shoot it in your eye, next time."  I handed him a towel, but before he could wipe his face, I snatched it back, because I suddenly realized that we had done only what I'd seen in the first part of the film.  "Wait," I said.  "Let's go to the bathroom, 'cause I think it'll be better if we wash it off."

Kip immediately opened the door and headed to the bathroom.  I was right behind him, staring at the sensuous way his plump little ass bounced as he walked the short distance, while thinking of what the older guy in the film, who looked like a college basketball player, ultimately did to his pre-teen partner.

When we were in the bathroom, I told Kip to get in the bathtub.

"Why?" he asked, a bit suspicious.

"So I can turn on the shower and wash you off completely."

"Oh.  Okay."  He then climbed into the tub while I fiddled with the knobs to connect a shower that I had no intention of using until afterwards.  When I "finished," I stepped into the tub with him and said, "Okay, now squat down and close your eyes."  Again he did exactly that.  For a moment I just stared into that cute little come-covered face, but I couldn't wait any longer.  I wanted what I was about to do to come as a surprise to the boy but I not as a complete shock, so as I aimed my dick at his face, I decided to call out to him, just like the caption in the silent porno movie indicated the guy in the film had done.

"Kip."

"What?" he asked, his eyes still closed.

"Look."

The moment he opened his eyes, I let go with a heavy stream of piss right in his face.

"Hey!" he yelled.  "What you doin'?!"  He turned his head and held his hands up to cover his face, but I slapped them away.

"Put those hands down and take it, you little bitch!" I commanded, while using my free hand to hold his head in the direction of my pee.  "Just close your eyes and mouth and take it!"

As young as he was, Kip still understood that we were partners in the perverse sexual game and that I would do things with him that I would never do with anyone else, because only with him was I willing to be totally open, revealing every dark inch of my deviant side.  And I'm sure it was this understanding that finally made him decide to go along with what I wanted, because he suddenly took his hands down and let my hot piss splash all over his innocent young face.  I watched mesmerized as the rank yellow liquid drenched his head then ran in a small river off his chin and neck, down his torso, and over his dick and balls before streaming along the tub and down the drain.  I couldn't believe I was actually peeing in a six-year-old's face, but as I felt the warm urine running under my toes, I knew this was definitely no dream.  What was even harder to believe, though, was the slight smile that I now saw on Kip's face and the fact that his little prick was starting to harden.  The little shit was actually getting off on it!

"Yeah, take that piss!  Take it all right in your toilet face!" I said when I felt Kip hold on to my legs.  For a moment I wanted his sister Alicia to be there so she could watch me empty my bladder in her little brother's face.  I wondered how the cute 11-year-old would react to such a perverted scene.  Part of me hoped she would get so turned on that she would join me, and I envisioned her climbing up, planting her feet on the sides on the tub, then, after squatting over Kip, releasing a torrent of her hot piss right on top of his head, giving him a true "golden shower."  And as I thought about this, it became more difficult for me to piss, because I started getting an erection.  Fortunately I was about done anyway, and as the last of my piss dribbled out, I moved closer to the six-year-old to make sure every drop of it found his face.

"Aaahh," I sighed, shaking my penis and flinging the last droplets of pee into Kip's eye.  "That felt good.  I had to go real bad."

"But why you had to go in my face?" Kip asked, not really complaining but just curious.

I smiled.  "To wash the come off."

Kip smiled too, saying, "Yeah, right."  He then stood up and announced.  "Well, now I gotta go, and I wanna go on you."

Up until that moment I had only thought in terms of what I'd seen in the movie, meaning the little boy being on the receiving end of the older boy's golden shower, but as soon as Kip mentioned the role reversal, the masochistic part of me began to warm to the idea.  I figured there was at least as much potential for me to be turned on by having him do it to me as there was by my doing it to him, so without another word, I lay back in the tub, right in what was left of my own piss, as Kip stood over me, wiener in hand.  It had gotten only a little softer, so he had to strain to force the urine out, but after only a few seconds, a small stream suddenly spewed forth from his penis in a yellow arc and landed right in my face.

"Ooo!" I said, flinching, as the six-year-old's piss splashed against my forehead then poured over the rest of my face.  It was warm and smelly and it saturated my head, even going up my nostrils, causing me to taste it in the back of my mouth.  But true to my deviant nature, the very idea that this first-grader--who himself was still reeked of my own smelly piss--was peeing in my face was a tremendous turn-on, and I began to jack myself off as his piss washed over me.  Seeing me do this, Kip aimed his penis at my crotch, soaking my dick, hand, balls, and pubic hair in urine.  For a moment I opened my eyes and was greeted by the sight of Kip's golden pee raining down on my genitals as I masturbated, but as soon as he noticed that I had opened my eyes, he quickly aimed for my head again and succeeded in catching me right in the eye, making me flinch again and rub my eye to stop it from burning.  Amazingly--for I never though a six-year-old's bladder could hold so much--Kip continued to urinate on me for another fifteen seconds or so before his stream started to dry up.  He then followed my example by moving closer to my head so the last drops of his pee would fall in my face.  That's when I sat up and, holding on to his ass, slipped his piss-dripping dick into my mouth.

"Oohhh," Kip moaned, grabbing on to my head. "Yeah, suck it!"

After swallowing the final drops of urine that seeped out of his piss slit, I held my lips snugly around his penis while he bucked his hips.  The sensation of the boy's dick quickly hardening inside my mouth, as his balls bumped up against my bottom lip, was making me super-horny, but I didn't want to go back just yet to jacking myself off.  So, taking one hand off Kip's ass, I dipped it in the piss I was still sitting in then returned it to his butt and, after spreading his cheeks apart, edged the tip of my middle finger into his anus.  As I had hoped, the six-year-old was so busy fucking my mouth that he barely reacted to the intrusion, continuing to buck his hips until he had completely impaled himself on my invading finger (which, at three inches, was about the same length as his dick).

So far, so good, I said to myself.

Realizing that it wouldn't take the boy much longer to come, I hurriedly spread his buns even further apart and introduced a second piss-wet finger into his asshole.  This time I heard him wince and felt his body tense up a little, causing a temporary halt to his mouth fucking.  But just a couple of seconds later, he was right back at it again, plugging my lips and bucking his butt until both fingers were lodged solidly in his rectum.  I then began to finger-fuck him by countering his movements, pulling my fingers nearly all the way out as he pushed his prick into my mouth then jamming them back up his ass on his out-stroke.  In no time I was able to coordinate my finger action to his fuck motions and Kip was able to experience that unique sensation of fucking while getting fucked.  But the dual feelings so overwhelmed him that he was unable to hold out, and only a few minutes later, he gasped and grabbed my hair.  Thrusting his pecker hard one last time into my mouth, he lay plastered on my face as I drove my fingers all the way in his asshole. 

"Ooh!  Ooh!" the six-year-old panted.  While there was still no sperm, I could feel his peter throbbing inside my mouth and his anus tightening around my fingers.  Then, as his orgasm subsided, I felt his whole little body relax and his prick begin to lose its rigidity.  With his having come, I expected Kip to complain about my fingers, which were still buried deep in his butt.  Surprisingly, though, he didn't mention them, and it was only then that I started thinking seriously how it might be possible for him to be just as comfortable with something bigger inside him. 

"Shit my fingers out," I told him.  "You know what I mean?"

He didn't answer but, instead, showed me that he did by pushing out his sphincter.  At first neither finger moved, but after Kip flexed a couple of times, they finally slid out, exiting with a soft pop.  I brought them up to my face and saw that they were streaked heavily with the light-brown evidence of where they had just been.  Kip saw this too and frowned, and his frown got even deeper when I sniffed their strong scent then stuck them into my mouth.

"Ugghhh!" he said, as he watched me licking my shit-stained fingers clean.  But despite the frown, he never once took his eyes off me and ended up closely inspecting my fingers to make sure I hadn't missed anything.  When he was satisfied that I had indeed swallowed all of his shit, he looked at me again, half-smiled and shook his head.

"So how it taste?" he finally asked.  "Good?"
	
I nodded, giving my fingers a final lick, which made him frown again, which made me laugh.  At this time I was still erect and still hadn't come, and by now I was so horny that I knew it wouldn't take much for me to get off.  I also knew that I didn't want to lose my second load down the tub drain.  Fortunately Kip and I were so much in tune with each other that all I had to do was look up at him, glance down at my dick, then look back up at him again.  Without a word, he crouched down and took my rod into his mouth.  I yanked on myself a few times then grabbed the boy's head with both hands and pulled it hard into my crotch, forcing my dick to the back of his throat.

"Fuck!  Fuck!  Take it!  Swallow my fuckin' come!"  Even though I'd already shot a heavy load in Kip's face, I somehow managed to blast an equally full load into his sucking mouth, sending a surge of sperm down his gullet.  All I could hear were gurgling sounds as he gulped down my ejaculation, and all I could think of was how once again what should have been swimming around in my girlfriend's pussy was instead swirling around in a six-year-old boy's stomach.

"Oh, shit--that was so fuckin' good!" I gasped, and as soon as I said it, Kip burped loudly, causing some of my semen to back up into his sinuses.  I opened my eyes just in time to see two tiny streams of come dripping like snot out of his nostrils and into my pubic hair.  I was absolutely disgusted by the sight, yet, at the same time, totally turned on by it, and I knew that if it ever happened again, I would be prepared to suck my come right out of his nose.

I reached over and turned on the faucet.  Warm water began to spray down from the shower.  I told Kip to stand up, and I carefully washed him from head to toe, sending all the leftover evidence of piss and come whirling down the drain.  When I finished, he got out of the tub, toweled off and, after smiling and poking his tongue out at me, walked out of the bathroom.  I was about to get into the shower myself but I decided to wait; I wanted to savor both the smell and the feel of the six-year-old's piss on my body.  When Kip was dressed, he returned to the bathroom, only to find me still sitting on the side of the tub, still reeking of his piss.

"Why you didn't wash up yet?" he asked.

"I'm taking a shower in a minute."

"Well, I gotta go," he said, "but first I wanna ask you something."

"What?"

He hesitated then, coming closer, asked, "When you was suckin' it, why you stuck your fingers up my butt?"

"I don't know.  I guess to see how much more doo-doo you had in there," I said, only half-telling the truth.  "So how did it feel?"

"Okay, I guess.  It hurt a little bit at first, but then it stopped."

"And how'd they feel in there when you were coming?"

"Kinda good," he admitted.  "I'm glad you waited till I finished before you took 'em out."

That was a good sign.  If Kip could come to believe that something stuck up his ass would actually increase his sexual pleasure, then I was one big step closer to my fantasy of taking his anal cherry.  Just the idea of banging his bubble butt was making me horny all over again, and I began to smile as I looked at him.

"What's so funny?" he asked, breaking my trance.

"Nothing," I said quickly.  "I was just thinking about how much I like doing nasty things with you.  Do you like doing them with me?"

Now Kip smiled too, blushing slightly.  "Maaaaybe," he said in that teasing way he had; then he asked,  "So when they gonna be gone again so I can come back over?"

"I don't know yet.  I'll have to let you know."     
 
"Okay, bet," Kip said.  "Talk to you later."  And with that, he made his exit.  

As I listened to the front door slam shut and heard Kip ringing his doorbell, I imagined his sister Alicia answering the door and, just by looking at him, knowing instinctively that he and I had been "fooling around."  But she could never imagine what we had actually done.  Nor would she believe that, at five years older, she was nowhere near as sexually experienced as her little brother, especially when it came to kinky sex.  But as much as I might have wanted to teach her, she would have to get her catchup lessons from someone else, because Kip and I were studying together, cramming like crazy, and we were nearly ready to graduate. 


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