It's Better to Be Pissed Off than Pissed On - Part 2 (M/b, pedo, oral, anal, ws, scat)
by Coproman

On the day of my rendezvous with Jalen, I woke up agitated and in a sweat.  At first I thought I had only dreamed my last conversation with him.  But the more awake I got, the more I realized that we really HAD spoken and that he would be here today for me to piss on him.

The prospect excited me all over again, and as I took my morning leak, my cock began to swell as I imagined Jalen's head protruding from the bottom of the toilet bowl and his face getting thoroughly doused with my pee.  I got so horny thinking about this that when I was done, I started jacking off, but I stopped myself when I felt my orgasm approaching.  I needed to finish preparing for Jalen's arrival.

As much as I wanted to take the edge off with a couple of swigs of vodka, I knew that was a bad idea.  I needed to prepare for our encounter the same way I now routinely prepared for my piss sessions with his mom (well, at least the PLANNED ones): by not consuming a drop of alcohol.  That way my experience with him would be as branded in my brain as my experiences with her.  

But I didn't think I could go through with it cold sober.  At the very least I needed to have a buzz on to quash my lingering guilt about playing with my girlfriend's son behind her back, but I didn't want to be so drunk that I couldn't remember what we did.  So I settled on drinking beer.  Not only would it give me a nice buzz without letting me go overboard, it had the added advantage of producing a LOT of urine.  So I bought a couple of six-packs of Budweiser and started chugging the suds about 45 minutes before Jalen was due to arrive.  By the time he got here I'd be more than ready to indulge him.

My timing couldn't have been better.  I was just polishing off six-pack #1 when the intercom rang.  I asked who it was and a familiar high-pitched voice replied, "It's me.  Jalen."  I pressed the buzzer to unlock the downstairs door and waited for him to make his way upstairs.  Either the elevator was right there or he ran up the stairs two at a time because less than two minutes later, my doorbell was ringing.  Just then a voice in my head, barely audible over the alcoholic din, said to me, "It's not too late to stop this.  Just don't open the door."  But it WAS too late; my libido had already made up my mind for me.

"Hi, Ron."

"Hi, Jalen," I said, greeting the boy with a smile.  "Come on in." 

Wearing Old Navy cargo pants, Converse All-Stars, a North Face jacket, a Yankees baseball cap, and carrying a JanSport backpack, Jalen looked like a typical middle-class designer-clothes-hawking New York schoolboy.  I was eager to see what the fifth-grader looked like underneath all that gear, but other things needed to be addressed first, specifically ONE other thing, so right after he took off his backpack, I hit him with it:  

"Listen, before we get started, I'm dying to see the video."

"Oh...that," he mumbled, looking away from me and fidgeting as if it were the last thing on earth he wanted to discuss.  It took him a while to finally make eye contact with me again.  "Ron, if I tell you something, you promise not to get mad?"

"That depends on what it is."

Looking very sheepish, he hesitated then said, "There IS no video."

"What do you mean?  I thought you said--"

"I know, and there WOULD'VE been one if I'd had time to get back to my room and get my cell phone.  But I was afraid if I did, I'd miss something.  And I didn't wanna miss anything."  Then, giving me one of the most precious puppy-dog pouts I'd ever seen, he said, "PLEASE, PLEASE don't get mad at me for making it up!"

I just stood there looking at Jalen and feeling a weird mixture of emotions, including anger that he'd lied to me, foolish that I'd believed him, and relief that there was no video.  Mostly, though, I was impressed--REALLY impressed--by the boy's moxie in fabricating such a clever story to get what he wanted.  Very resourceful for a ten-year-old.  So I ended up smiling a "you-got-me" smile and nodding in appreciation of his somewhat dubious talents.

Jalen smiled back hopefully and raised an expectant eyebrow.  "So does this mean you're not mad at me?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"And you forgive me for lying to you?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Whew!  Good," he said, sighing in relief as he took off his jacket and sat down.  "'Cause I knew you were gonna ask to see it, and I wasn't sure how you'd take it when I told you the truth."

That's assuming you ARE telling the truth, you little fucker! I said to myself.  But I trusted that he was finally giving me the straight dope and simply said, "That's okay.  The imaginary video WE make is going to be a lot better than that one anyway."  Translation: I'm going to get you back BIG time for pulling the wool over my eyes!

I wasn't sure how Jalen felt at his age about undressing in front of me or my undressing in front of him, so to avoid any awkwardness I told him that I was going ahead to the bathroom and that once he'd stripped, he should join me there.

"But don't take too long," I added, "'cause I drank a lot of beer before you got here, and it's doing a number on my bladder."

"Okay," said Jalen.  "I'll be there in a minute."

I walked down the hall to the bathroom, where I took off my clothes and sat on the edge of the bathtub, facing the partially closed door.  About a minute later I heard footsteps, so I stood up.  Jalen tapped on the door.  When I told him to come on in, he tentatively pushed it open.

There stood the ten-year-old boy as naked as the day he was born.  Though I didn't mean to, I couldn't help staring at his slim, hairless light-brown body.  The sight of his soft inch-and-a-half-long penis and the tight apricot-sized nut sac hanging below was more fascinating than arousing, since I wasn't into pedo or males, but the idea of what we were about to do was turning me on, so I had to fight my thoughts to keep my dick soft enough to do it easily. 

Meanwhile Jalen was doing some staring of his own.  In fact, I don't think he even noticed how hard I was staring at him since, with his eyes bugged out, he was openly gazing at my genitals, a semisoft five-inch cock and a tangerine-sized pouch of balls set in a nest of curly black pubic hair.  I wanted to ask him what he thought, but being that he was as exposed as he could be, I didn't want to embarrass him.  So instead of referring to either of our cocks, I opted for putting my hand up and saying, "High five!"  When Jalen slapped it, we both laughed, and the ice between us was broken.

Remembering what his mother had asked me before our first piss session, I asked Jalen how he wanted it.

"...ummm...I'm not sure.  I guess I kinda wanna...like...feel it all over me."

"So you want a golden shower."

"Is THAT what it's called?" he giggled nervously, squinching up his face.

"Yep.  There's a name for everything perverts do."

Jalen got this strange look on his face but didn't comment. 

"So you ready for it?"

"Uh-huh," he said, nodding.

"Okay, then--one golden shower coming up.  Let's get in the tub."

As we climbed in, it seemed strange to be standing up instead of lying down.  I backed up and Jalen sat down in front of me, hugging his knees and looking up at me with an odd combination of apprehension and trust in his eyes.  Staring down at him and thinking about what would happen next, I don't know how I managed not to get a full erection.  It must have been my urgent need to go combined with that "increases desire, decreases performance" effect that alcohol can have on the body.  In any case, I clamped down on my cock with my thumb and forefinger, released my bladder, and felt the piss rush up to where I was stopping it from coming out.  

"Get ready, champ.  Here it comes."

Aiming my dick at the boy's face, I released the hold on my shaft, and a heavy stream of piss shot out of my urethra, hitting Jalen smack in the face.  Surprised, he instinctively jerked his head back and turned it to the side.  I was about to ask him if he'd changed his mind when he surprised me by facing forward again, putting his face right back in the line of fire, allowing himself to be drenched.

"Fuck, that's hot!" I said as I watched my pee rain down on the little boy.  But as hot as it was, I knew something that would make it even hotter, and before I could stop myself I said, "Open your mouth."

Jalen obeyed without resistance, and I quickly flooded his mouth with piss.  I was about to tell him to swallow it, but before I could, he gulped it down on his own and reopened his mouth for a refill, which I gladly gave him, and which he also gulped down.  Seeing him do that made my libido soar, making it harder and harder for me to finish peeing since my dick was getting harder and harder.  I had to contract my anal sphincter again and again to force out the rest of my piss in short bursts, each one making Jalen flinch and giggle as they pelted his chin, neck, and chest.

By the time I was done, the ten-year-old was dripping from head to toe in urine.  To this day it's probably the most thorough golden shower I've ever given anyone.  But Jalen looked contented.

"So how was it?" I asked.

"Cool!" he said, blinking rapidly as he wiped the piss out of his eyes.  "Now I know what it's like when my moms pees on you."

I found it a little odd that he was still so focused on what his mother and I had done, and I wondered if, while getting it, he had imagined it was her giving it to him instead of me.  No, it wasn't the strangest thing I'd ever heard of...but it came close.  I wanted to ask him about it, but if I was totally off base I figured it might freak him out to know that's what I thought, so I kept it to myself.

I only wish I had been more successful at keeping other thoughts to myself, but my cock--now a proud seven-inch flagpole--betrayed my feelings.  Jalen again stared at it openly, his eyes wide and his face full of admiration.

"Wow, Ron!  It's really BIG!"

I just smiled and nodded, a little embarrassed.

"...so when you and my moms do it, does she...like...take all THAT in her...you know...down there?"

"Uhh...yeah.  Sure.  She's pretty...uhh...deep."

The conversation was making me uncomfortable and horny at the same time.

"So can we take a shower now?" asked Jalen.  "I mean, the regular kind," he added with a sheepish smile.

"Sure," I said, grateful that he'd stopped asking me about his mother.  I turned on the water, adjusted the temperature, handed Jalen a bar of soap, and stepped out of the path of the stream.  I watched him close his eyes and smile as the warm water washed away my piss.  Soon he began to lather himself up while humming a tune, almost as if I weren't even there.  But then he turned away from me and handed me the soap over his shoulder.

"Ron, will you wash my back, please?"

"Sure," I said.  After getting my hands nice and soapy, I began to move them up and down his back, from his shoulders to the top of his ass.

"It's okay if you wash my butt too," said Jalen.

Responding with a nervous chuckle, I moved my hands down further and began to soap up the boy's prominent little behind.  I thought about spreading his cheeks and giving his anus a thorough cleansing with a soapy finger as well, but I was afraid a move that blatantly sexual might scare him off.  So I settled for cupping his slippery globes in the palms of my hands and giving them a gentle squeeze.       

"There," I announced.  "All done."

But Jalen wasn't, as he backed up against me, trapping my erection between his back and my stomach.

"Oooooo!  It's so HOT!" he remarked in a sultry voice.

Again I chuckled nervously.  "You better watch out doing stuff like that, champ.  I tend to get pretty horny after a piss session."

"Then I guess we need to rinse off and get outta here, huh?"

"...yeah, I guess," I agreed, somewhat disappointed.

So we did, even though I myself hadn't taken much of a shower, and after we toweled off, I expected Jalen to put his clothes back on and go home, leaving me sexually frustrated but with memories of a terrific experience to jack off to.  But as he finished drying his hair, I glanced at the boy's penis and noticed that it had stiffened up, sticking out at least three inches.  He tossed the damp towel to me and smiled.

"Ron, I'm kinda tired now," he said. "I think I need a nap before I go home.  Do you mind if stretch out on your bed for a little while?"

"Uhh...no," I responded uncertainly.  "Not at all."

With that Jalen pranced out of the bathroom, and I followed him down the hall, admiring the undulations of his cute bare ass as well as the small wet footprint he left on the carpet.  Once in my bedroom, he casually pulled back the covers, climbed into my bed, and lay face-down.

"'night," he said to me, upon which he turned his head away from me and pretended to be asleep. 

At first I surveyed Jalen from the doorway.  It's where I should've stayed, because even if you're not into pedo or males, if you happen to be horny and high, a naked ten-year-old boy in your bed can mean no good.  It's also a good idea not to do any more drinking since it will only make it harder to hold on to whatever inhibitions you have left.  But, of course, I ignored all the warning signs, as I grabbed another beer from the mini-fridge by my door, drained it in about ten seconds, let out a long burp, then sauntered over and stood by the bed.
  
Staring down at Jalen's perfect nudity, I asked myself, Is this kid REALLY inviting me to do what I think he is?  I started thinking crazy thoughts, surely brought on by the alcohol.  Jalen began to morph into Jean's alter ego, her male counterpart.  In the low lighting of my bedroom, it wasn't all that hard to imagine.  Jalen and his mom were around the same height, and they both had that same warm café-au-lait complexion and that same bubble butt that poked out so pleasingly.  It wasn't long before I'd convinced myself that Jalen was in fact the male embodiment of Jean, the part that would allow me to do to it whatever the female part would not.

"Here," I said, handing him another pillow.  "Put this under you."

Glancing up at me, the ten-year-old seemed to know instinctively that I didn't mean his head, as he took the pillow from me, lifted up, stuck it under his crotch, and lay back down.  Propped up and on display, his naked little butt looked even more succulent.  I wanted to get a better look at it, so I joined him on the bed, getting behind him on my knees, and leaned over.  Yep, just like his mom's.  I couldn't resist touching it, caressing the smooth humps and enjoying the heat and the tiny goose bumps that rose up from them.  Then I gave each cheek a light slap, smiling as Jalen flinched in surprise and impressed that he didn't complain about being hit as I watched his ass redden.  

But now I was getting antsy, so I gently grasped the boy's buns, spread them apart as much as I could, and proceeded to clinically inspect his anus.  Even though I'd decided not to give it the soapy finger earlier, it still looked pretty clean, but when I lowered my head, pressed my nose against it, and sniffed, a rich, shitty aroma filled my nostrils.  I told myself that this was how his mother's asshole would smell if she let me sniff it either right before or right after she took a dump.  Of course just looking at and smelling Jalen's anus wasn't enough, and he gasped and flinched again when I thrust my tongue in it.

"Mmmmmmm!" he moaned, squirming as I slurped his shitter.  "Oooh, yeah!  Lick it, Ron!  Get your tongue ALL the way in my butt!  It feels SOOO nice!"

It was the enthusiastic response I had hoped to get from his mom when I'd licked her asshole.  Instead she'd just lain there, stiff, silent, and waiting for me to finish so she could tell me never to do it again.  But her alter ego LOVED it!  I pressed my face even harder into Jalen's cheeks and stuck my tongue as far up his preteen ass as I could get it, searching for shit and inundating my sinuses with his fetid odor.  He helped me out by lifting his butt and mashing it into my face, almost hermetically sealing them together, much to my delight.

After a couple of minutes, I reluctantly came up for air, staring at Jalen's asshole as I panted and thoroughly enjoying the sight of it winking at me and drooling spit.  Then, out of the blue, he farted, a fine spray of saliva exiting with his smelly gas, and half a second later my face and his ass were again sealed together, my nose again buried in his anus as I tried to fill my lungs with his stink.  I'd never freaked on another male or anyone this young before, but I still had no concerns about being either gay or a pedophile because the alcohol-induced fog in my head kept telling me that this was really Jean in her other form; so as far as I was concerned, I was just having a good time with my girlfriend.

Without thinking twice about it, I opened the drawer to my nightstand, pulled out my jar of Vaseline, and began to grease up my cock, never once taking my eyes off Jalen's ass.  The boy turned around long enough to look at the jar, at my dick, and at me.  I tried to gauge from his expression how he felt about what I was about to do to him, but I couldn't read him.  However, when he simply turned back around, buried his face in my pillow, and stretched his arms out in front of him, I had my answer.

Some people have asses that are made be fucked.  Nature has graced them with gently-puckered anuses that expand easily to let out a thick turd or let in a thick cock.  Having examined Jalen's anus, I knew he was one of those lucky few, which was why all I did to prepare him was dip my middle finger in the Vaseline and carefully guide it into his rectum.  Though I heard him grunt and felt some tension as my fingertip breached his back door, it took the ten-year-old only a few seconds to relax and allow my finger to fully penetrate him.  After wiggling it around a bit, I withdrew it.  It slid out easily. 

"Listen, champ, this might hurt a little at first," I explained, again caressing his smooth butt, "so push out like you're taking a shit, okay?"

"Uh-huh."

I proceeded to mount him, using one hand to hold my shaft and the other to spread his cheeks.  The disproportion between the big blunt knob of my cock and Jalen's tiny asshole was enormous, and for a second I feared injuring the boy and forever ruining his shitter as well as his desire to be ass-fucked.  But the booze told me to trust my instincts, so I forged ahead.

"Oooh!  Oooh!" Jalen cried out as my dickhead pressed against his pucker.  But it took less than two seconds for the boy's sphincter to swallow my glans and less than thirty for it to gobble up the rest of my pole.  And while Jalen's body was tense and his breathing ragged--as anyone's would be with seven inches of dick buried in his/her virgin butt--it took almost no time for his rectum to adjust to the invader.

"You okay, champ?"

"Uh-huh," he rasped, and I knew he was telling the truth because I could feel the tension in his muscles slowly ebbing away.

"Well, I'm going to wait a little while longer before I start, okay?"

"Uh-huh."

As I lay on top of the ten-year-old, I was so afraid of coming prematurely that I had to force myself to think of anything else except what I was doing and who I was doing it to.  It wasn't easy.  Jalen's ass was nice and warm and his sphincter had a delicious stranglehold on my shaft.  I couldn't remember the last time my dick had been planted in such a tight, hot booty.  So the wait time was just as much for me as it was for Jalen.  After a few minutes, my libido had calmed down enough and Jalen's asshole had opened up enough for us to proceed.

Normally breaking in a virgin asshole without causing the virgin too much pain is a slow inch-by-inch operation requiring a lot of time and patience.  Since I was tipsy and I knew that Jalen had to get back home soon, my time and my patience were both in short supply.  But, as I said, Jalen had an ass that was made to be fucked, so all it took was a few moderately paced trips up and down his shit chute before I was riding his little ass like Bronco Billy.  This was the ass-fuck I should have gotten from Jean months ago, so I was making up for lost time by barreling down her son's hershey highway at about 90 miles per hour, ravaging his rectum, stirring his turds, and making him coo like a fucking pigeon.  To this day it was some of the best anal sex I ever had.

At the rate I was going, though, I knew it was impossible to last very long, especially with Jalen now adding to the mix by jutting his little hiney up to meet my every downstroke.  This kid was a cock slut of the first order, and I began to wonder if mine was really the first adult dick to find its way in his back door.  But my libido was telling me that now was not the time for speculation.       

"Nngh!  Fuck!  I'm coming!" I roared, clamping Jalen's wrists to the mattress and thrusting my hips forward to drive my tool as far up inside him as it would go.  "Take it right up your fucking ass, you little bitch!"

As Jalen backed his butt into me one last time, completely impaling himself, I unloaded a shitload of semen deep in his asshole, flooding his ten-year-old bowels with enough baby-makers to knock up a fucking horse, breeding his bitch ass to the max.  I was just about done when I heard the boy moan and felt him shiver, his anal sphincter clutching repeatedly at my cock for several seconds before relaxing again.  I was pretty sure he had just come, and it couldn't have happened at a better time, as his spasming asshole helped to milk the last of about 300 million sperm cells out of my overloaded balls.    

It took a few minutes for my horniness to recede and the alcoholic fog in my brain to lift enough to make me fully realize what I had just done: I had fucked my girlfriend's ten-year-old son up the ass and planted my seed in his bowels!  What the fuck was I thinking?!  But the fact was that I WASN'T thinking...at least not with the head I should've been.  I was about to apologize and pull out of him.  But before I could move, Jalen's shitter gently closed around my shrinking schlong again, as if he'd sensed what I was about to do and was urging me stay put.  I settled down again to see if I was right.

"Hey, champ, you okay?"

With his face still pressed in the pillow, all I heard was "Mmmm," but it was accompanied by a nod.

"I hope I didn't hurt you too much at the end when I went a little crazy."

This time Jalen turned his head to the side, his eyes barely open.  To my surprise, his face looked very relaxed, as if he'd just awakened from that nap he'd pretended to take when he first lay down.  "No, it was okay, but..."

"But what?"

"...well, at the end, I started feeling real funny.  I was tingling all over and felt hot and cold at the same time, kinda like I feel when I'm...uhh...when I'm..."

"Playing with yourself?"

"...uh-huh.  Only this time it was a lot more...like..."

"Intense?"

"...uh-huh.  So why was it so different this time?"

I wanted to tell him it was because he was a closet cock hound whose asshole was hungry for dick; instead I patiently explained how the presence of my penis in his rectum had probably stimulated his prostate gland, thus heightening his orgasm.

"So you mean it, like, caused more endorphins to flow into the pleasure center of my brain, huh?"

"...yeah, exactly," I said, smiling at the kid's intelligence; then I reminded myself of whose kid this was and realized I shouldn't have been surprised at all.

Though I could feel my dick softening up inside Jalen's anus, I was so comfortable on top of him that I didn't want to pull out or get up.  But sooner or later I would have to because I was again feeling the urge to go, and I was pretty sure Jalen wasn't going to carry me to the bathroom and sit me on the toilet.  Before making a move, though, I took a moment to just gaze at the ten-year-old, whose half-open eyes seemed to be glazed over.  It was while I was staring at him that it occurred to me that there was no need for me to get up at all.

"So, champ, you sure you're okay?"

"Uh-huh," he quietly responded.

"Good.  'Cause I'm not done yet."  I felt his body instantly tense up, his sphincter almost squeezing my shrinking cock out of his anus, so I quickly added, "Don't worry.  I'm giving your asshole and my dick a rest.  But I drank a lot of beer and I have to go again...and I don't feel like getting up." 

It took a couple of seconds for what I said to register in the boy's ten-year-old brain.  When it did, his eyes popped wide open and he lifted his head and turned around far enough to look me straight in the eye.  "So you're gonna PEE in my BUTT?"

"That's the plan."

There was a twinkle in Jalen's eye, and I caught him smiling right before he turned away again and pressed his face back into the pillow.  It was hard to believe that this ten-year-old kid was actually excited by the prospect of a guy taking a leak up his ass.  But just knowing that he was so receptive was going to make it harder to go because I could already feel my dick stiffening up again.

"Okay. Get ready for it."

Taking a nice deep breath, I relaxed as much as possible, pushed my semi-hard cock a little farther inside him, and waited.  It took several seconds for me to start peeing, and I felt Jalen flinch when the hot stream hit his intestines.  A few rectal spasms followed, which made my cock re-harden even faster.  But by then my flow had increased so much that even my impending erection couldn't stop it, and Jalen began to moan and squirm as my piss gushed into his guts.

"Yeah, take it, toilet boy!  Take that piss right up your fucking ass!"

"Mmmmmmmm!" Jalen hummed, his face again pressed tightly in the pillow.  At one point, though, he turned his head to the side again and I could see him grimacing--baring his teeth while squeezing his eyes shut tight--and realized that it was not an "Mmmmmmmm!" but an "Nnnnnnnn!" coming out of him as he reacted to the unique sensation of having his insides filled with hot piss.  I blamed his mother for whatever discomfort he was experiencing.  If she had just given up the booty a few times, I wouldn't have had to get it from her son.  But then a sober thought found its way through and I had to admit that, given the circumstances of Jalen's visit, even if his mom had given me all the anal sex I wanted, he'd still be here, lying under me, taking my piss up his ass.

It took a while for me to empty my bladder in Jalen's butt because as my stream began to dry up, my cock began to swell up, so once again I had to strain to force out those last squirts of piss.  When I was finally done, though, I had no fears of all that pee rushing out of Jalen and wetting up my sheets since I was fully erect again and plugging him up pretty good back there.

"So how do you like my piss in your ass, champ?"

"It feels funny," Jalen said hoarsely.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, not exactly.  It's just cramping," he explained. "Kinda like when I have a tummy ache." 

"Well, it's going to feel a whole lot better when you let it out," and before I could shut the door on the most perverse part of my brain, I added, "and I want you to let it out right in my mouth."

Once again Jalen turned his head around far enough to make eye contact with me.  "So now you're gonna DRINK the pee outta my BUTT?"

"That's the plan."

Again I saw that twinkle in his eye and that devilish smile on his face, but this time we held eye contact long enough for me to smile back at him and wink before he turned away again.

Even as I explained to the ten-year-old how we were going to do this, I wondered where the nasty idea had come from.  It wasn't like asking him to pee in my mouth.  I knew I would wind up swallowing not only my own piss but also my own come and probably some of Jalen's shit as well.  But none of that mattered.  Just like I'd wanted everything that came out of Jean's pussy, I now wanted everything that came out of Jalen's asshole.  

Not that I was eager to pull out of the boy.  Now that I had a full hard-on again, a part of me wanted to see what it was like to fuck a tight, piss-filled asshole.  But I knew that the pressure would probably cause Jalen's stomach to gripe even more, and I wasn't looking to cause him any additional discomfort.  So, grasping the boy's waist, I slowly lifted up, enjoying the feeling of my shaft sliding along the slick walls of his anal canal.  When only the head remained inside him, I stopped.

"Listen, champ.  As soon as I pull the rest out, you need to close up your butthole as fast as you can, so you don't leak all over my sheets, okay?"

"Uh-huh," he said, nodding.

Slowly I continued to lift up until my glans popped out of Jalen's ass ring.  Right away he drew in his sphincter, successfully retaining everything I'd hosed into him.

"Good boy," I said.  "Now just keep holding it in until I lie down; then squat over my face.  Got it?"   

"Uh-huh."

I stretched out on my back and Jalen lithely maneuvered himself on top of me, putting his cute little bubble butt right in my face.  After fine-tuning our positions, I told him I was ready and, focusing on his anus, opened my mouth as wide as I could.

Well, my friends, all I can tell you is that I had no idea I'd turned Jalen's asshole into THAT much of a urinal.  After all, I had practically just finished giving him a golden shower.  But that extra brew I drank in the doorway must've gone right through me because it seemed like a fucking gallon of piss was draining out of the boy's guts, and I found myself gulping down mouthful after mouthful urine laced with slimy strands of sperm.  

"You were right, Ron," said the ten-year-old.  "It DOES feel good to let it out."

I honked out an acknowledgment of his acknowledgment while wondering just how much more he had to let out.  I got my answer three mouthfuls later, when the flow from his ass slowed to a trickle and he flexed his sphincter to force out the final few squirts.  A long, smelly fart followed, accompanied by a froth of tiny brown bubbles, which also spilled into my mouth and which I also swallowed.

At that point Jalen's poop chute was kissing at me but nothing else was coming out of it, so I thought he was done.  At the most, I figured, there might be a few little leftovers, so I kept my mouth open a while longer anyway.  It's a good thing I did because I wasn't expecting what happened next, as Jalen grunted, his anus pooched open again, and a sloppy, smelly rope of shit sluiced out, dropping straight in my mouth!

"Oh, crap!  I'm sorry!" the boy said in a panic, realizing what he'd done and hurriedly drawing in his sphincter, lifting up and looking between his legs at me.  Seeing the pile of shit in my mouth, he tried to move away.  But I grunted out a "no" and held on to his legs, keeping him right where he was.  Then, taking a deep breath, I locked my gaze on his upset face...and swallowed.

"Ewwwwwwww!" said the ten-year-old, wincing but never taking his eyes off me.  "I don't believe you ATE my shit!"

Apparently my stomach didn't believe it either because it tried to send it right back up my throat.  But the alcohol and the pervert in me refused to let that happen.  I reasoned if you offered to let someone empty his bowels in your mouth, you shouldn't be picky about which parts you swallowed.  I was determined to make that the case with Jalen.  So even though I heaved and my stomach lurched, the piss, sperm, and shit stayed right where they were.  And when the wave of nausea passed, the very first word out of my mouth confirmed my conviction:

"Finish," I mumbled.

"Huh?" asked Jalen.

"Finish going.  In my mouth."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

So we got back in position, Jalen bore down again, and another long wet turd plopped into my toilet mouth.  This time Jalen stared at me between his legs the whole time, and when I swallowed he again winced, almost as if he himself were gulping down a load of shit.  I'm not sure why his disgust turned me on so much but it definitely did, actually calming my stomach and stimulating my gonads to the point that I no longer worried about holding it down.  

It took one more mouthful of sloppy shit from Jalen for him to fully expel the piss-and-sperm enema I had inadvertently given him.  After I swallowed it, I lifted my head, sealed my lips over his asshole, and snaked my tongue in his rectum to suck out the remnants.  When I was done, I lay back down and just gazed at the ten-year-old's anus, incredulous that I'd actually eaten what had dropped out of it and concerned about how the boy attached to it would respond to its virgin adventure into scat sex.  I got my first clue when Jalen turned around and, still frowning, stared at me as if he were trying to see inside my head.  It took him at least a minute to finally speak.

"Ron, what you did...it was REALLY gross."  Then he gave me a big sly smile.  "But it was REALLY cool too!"

After that, just like his mother, he wanted to talk about it--why I did it, if I'd ever done it before, how it tasted--the whole nine yards.  But by then I was sporting another boner and wasn't in the mood for any discussion.  So I made a deal with him:  

"I promise to answer all your questions, champ, but first I need to do something about THAT," I said, pointing.

When Jalen turned around to see what I was pointing at, he gasped then giggled.  "Wow!  It got big again fast!"  Turning back to me, he asked, "Did eating my shit do that?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Cool!"  Then, without another word, Jalen surprised the hell out of me by scootching down until he was between my legs and slipping my shitty, spermy, pissy cock right in his mouth.

"Fuck!" I yelled, flinching and grabbing the back of the boy's head as his warm, wet lips slid down my shaft.  "Yeah, suck it, Jalen!  Suck my dick!"

Though Jalen was clutching the base of my pole, there was still a lot left over for him to negotiate, and I was impressed that he was able to stuff every inch of it into his mouth.  As I cradled the boy's head, up and down it went, my glans repeatedly lodging in his throat but never triggering his gag reflex.  It was as if he'd sucked an adult dick a hundred times before, and I wondered again if this was really his first time having sex with a man.

But as I'd told myself before, now was not the time for speculating, not when a ten-year-old kid was trying his best to wrest another orgasm out of me with his amazing mouth.  Now was the time to lie back and just enjoy the incredible feeling of the boy's oral cunt on my cock--the clasping lips, the spit-filled jaws, the velvety pharynx--as he sucked the shit out of me.

Because it was my second go-round, I lasted longer than I did in Jalen's ass, but not by much.  He was doing such a number on me that before I knew it, my orgasm was on top of me like white on rice.  Taking a firm hold on Jalen's head, I lifted my hips off the bed and, trembling, forced into his mouth every inch of my dick that he wasn't holding on to. 

"Fuck!  I'm coming!  Swallow it, you little bitch!  Swallow it ALL!"

"Gluuurrgg!" was the ten-year-old's only response as my dick, throbbing against the walls of his esophagus, pumped a fresh load of spunk straight down his throat.  Being that I'd already shot a big load up his ass, I figured this one would be smaller.  But when Jalen moaned, his throat vibrated on my pole, and sperm spurted out of his nostrils, I had to guess again.  It took at least a couple of minutes for me to empty my balls in the boy's mouth, upon which I relaxed my grip on his head, allowing him to lift it enough to dislodge my cock from his throat.  He snorted the leaking sperm back up into his sinuses and took a deep breath.

"Damn, boy!" I said, my heart still thumping away as I lowered my hips back to the bed.  "That's the best blowjob I've had in years!"

Jalen, his eyes red and watery and his nostrils again oozing come, smiled at me and asked, "Better than the ones my moms gives you?"

Surprised that he was again comparing himself to his mother, I smiled back.  "Yep.  MUCH better.  How the hell'd you managed to take all that dick down your throat without gagging, anyway?"

"I don't know," he said, shrugging.  "Since I was holding on to the bottom, it was kinda easy...I mean, easier than it would've been if I had to take the whole thing."

"Yeah, I guess so," I said, but I suspected that wasn't really the case.  I had a feeling that his mouth had the same unique born-to-be-fucked properties that his asshole possessed, meaning even if he hadn't been holding on to me, I'd still have been able to jam the full length of my cock down his throat without making him gag.  I intended to test that theory the next time we got together...assuming, of course, there WAS a next time.  Though I was pretty sure I had not misinterpreted that twinkle in Jalen's eye, it didn't necessarily mean he was looking for a repeat performance.  But when he sat cross-legged beside me and I looked up at him, his expression told me that I was worrying for nothing.     
"Now," said Jalen, his evil smile returning as he stared down at me, "tell me about the shit-eating thing, 'cause I gotta go home soon."

I nodded and told him everything he wanted to know, starting with the fact that he was the only person whose shit I'd ever eaten and ending by trying to explain, as best I could, why toilet sex with him and his mother was such a tremendous turn-on for me.  As I spoke, a tiny frown creased the boy's face every now and then, but he seemed to understand what I was trying to say about the nature of the perverted mind (probably because he was able to identify with it).

When I was done, Jalen was silent but kept staring at me, as if he were trying to absorb the weight of everything I'd laid on him.  But soon he blinked and asked, "So...you think you might wanna...like...do it again sometime, or was that it for you?"

I pursed my lips, pretending to be thinking about my answer, but really it was because I was amazed that he was asking me the very question I was planning to ask him about our crazy encounter.

"Well, champ, to tell the truth, I WOULD like to do it again," I admitted.  "But next time, instead of pissing up your ass then getting whatever's left in your bowels, I'd like to try taking it straight up."

Jalen's nose wrinkled.  "You mean, the next time I have to take a dump, you want me to come over here and do it in your MOUTH?"

"That's the plan."

"Wow," the boy said in almost a whisper; then his brow furrowed.  "But what if it's...like...a lot?  'Cause, you know, sometimes the ones I make are kinda big," and he held his hands about 18 inches apart.  "Can you eat that much?"

"I can try," I said, my heart thumping and my dick stiffening as I pictured myself trying to swallow a foot-and-a-half-long turd as it pushed out of the ten-year-old's shithole. 

"Wow," Jalen said again.  "It would be REALLY cool to see you do that," and the smile and the twinkle were both back.     

"So can I assume that means you're planning to pay me another visit?"

"Duuhh!" he said, looking at me as though I'd asked him if he knew how much two and two was.  "It's not like we can do it at MY house."

Then, as Jalen was getting dressed, I felt compelled to remind him that he couldn't discuss with anybody what we'd done, not even his best friend or his brother.

"Duuhh! AGAIN, Ron," he replied, giving me another stupid-math-question look.  "It's not like we can do ANYthing if you're in jail."

I should have known he was smart enough to understand the legal consequences of our actions; but I also knew how much little boys like to brag about their sexual exploits, so I wondered if Jalen could truly be trusted to keep his mouth shut about these milestones in his young life.  Only when his cell phone rang did I get a pretty good idea of the answer to my question:

"Yeah, Ma, I'm on my way home now.  No, it just took a little longer than we thought.  You know how those science projects go," said Jalen, smiling and winking at me.  "No, I didn't blow up the lab.  I tried, but there wasn't enough nitroglycerin in the formula.  Okay.  I know.  A loaf of bread and a container of milk.  Okay.  Talk to you later."

Cool, calm, collected.  Not the slightest indication in his voice that he was anyplace other than school or that he'd just finished having kinky sex with her boyfriend.    

"Hey, champ, just to let you know--you might be a little sore back there for a couple of days, so try to walk as normally as you can so your mom won't get suspicious."

"Thanks for telling me," Jalen said, giving me another sheepish smile.  "And let me know when it's okay to come back...or if I feel like I have to take a dump after school, I'll call you and see if you're available, okay?"

I nodded, and with a wave of his hand the ten-year-old was out the door, leaving me to contemplate everything that had taken place from the time I'd let him in.  I was sure that when he got home, Jean would detect something different about him the moment he walked in the door, and she would know instantly what he'd done and who he'd done it with.  But there were no frantic phone calls from her--I mean, other than the usual "Hide and Go Pee" calls; and whenever I got one of those, I made it may business to enter the bathroom AFTER Jean, so I could make sure to leave the door open for Jalen's convenience.

All went well with both mother and son over the next few weeks (including my getting to slurp down a HUGE bowel movement that Jalen dropped in my mouth after school one day!), and because I was having sex with the two of them so frequently--often an afternoon with Jalen followed by an evening with Jean--I found myself drinking more beer but less hard liquor, which I figured was a good start.  

Then something so totally unexpected happened that it could easily have caused me to go on a month-long binge if something even MORE unexpected hadn't resulted from it.  In fact, the whole turn of events was so staggering that it forced me to reevaluate every situation in my life that I'd convinced myself could never change, including the notion that I needed to drink every day to maintain my sanity.  No, it wasn't an epiphany delivered by the Angel of Sobriety.  But it was just as profound, as it caused me to alter my way of thinking, which would ultimately lead me away from the bottle but toward something potentially even more destructive.



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