The Little Boy Next Door - Part 4 (M/b, oral, anal, ws, scat)
by Coproman


My next get-together with Kip was one of the most memorable because both the opportunity and what we ended up doing were so unexpected.  It was just a week after our piss session, on a Saturday afternoon, and both of my parents were at home. Judging by the way they were just lounging around, I figured they would probably be in the house all day, which meant there was no way my six-year-old partner and I could possibly have a liaison.  In fact, I wasn't even sure he was home, so I had resigned myself to going out later with my girlfriend Sharon.

But everyone's plans suddenly changed when my aunt and uncle, the resident drunks of the family, showed up.  They were boisterous, joyous, and demanding, insisting that my parents help them celebrate their tenth wedding anniversary at a tavern in their old Bronx neighborhood.  Mom and Dad tried to resist but, fortunately for me, it was to no avail, and they soon found themselves getting dressed to accompany the happy couple.  

As luck would have it, the moment the four of them were heading out the door, Kip was coming upstairs from playing.  My parents greeted him, introducing him to my aunt and uncle.  While this was happening I was standing behind them in the door, motioning to the boy that he should not ring his doorbell but come right over to my house.  He got the message, hanging around in the hallway only long enough for the four adults to make it about half way down the stairs before he dashed in my door.

I quickly locked the door then breathed a sigh of relief.  But my anxiety returned when I realized that, instead of heading into my bedroom, Kip was walking the other way.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"To the bathroom."

"Why?"

"I have to doo-doo."

My heart began to race.  "Really?"

"Yeah," he confirmed.  "That's why I came upstairs."

I hesitated then asked, "Can I go with you?"

"Why?" he asked.  "What you gonna do?"

"Just watch."

Again came his smile/frown, which had become so familiar to me, but I knew he was too intrigued by the idea to turn me down.  "But what you gonna see if I'm sittin' on the toilet?" he asked.

"Nothing.  But I wanna see what it looks like when you finish," I explained.

"You sure you not gonna try to put it on me or something?"

"Positive."

Kip thought about things for a moment then said, "Okay, you can come.  But don't try nothin' while I'm doin' in, or I'm goin' home."

When he said that, I thought, Yeah, right! because I knew that once he started doing his business, he wasn't going anywhere until he had finished, because a part of him--the part that was still under my spell--wanted me there to share this very private experience with him.  He probably wanted to see how I would react to the smell, among other things; and I was not only eager to smell it, I also wanted to hear it coming out of his asshole.  But most of all I wanted to see just what kinds of turds a six-year-old boy was capable of producing.

So I followed Kip into the bathroom, and when he pulled his pants down and sat his cute light-skinned ass on the toilet, I closed the bathroom door then sat down opposite him on the floor.

"Why you closed the door?" he asked.  "Ain't nobody here but us."

"Oh," I said, acting surprised.  "Just habit."  But I had really closed it to confine the odor of his bowel movement, because doing that would force me to breathe in the fumes, which would burn this experience into my memory forever.

For the next couple of minutes, I just watched the the six-year-old as he sat on the bowl, his pants and drawers bunched up around the tops of his sneakers, which dangled in the air, since his legs weren't long enough yet for his feet to reach the floor.  Kip looked at everything except me, and though he wasn't blushing, I still sensed his embarrassment at doing in front of me what he normally did alone. 

Finally, though, it started, beginning with a long fart, which took almost fifteen seconds to finish pooping out of Kip's ass.  Because my face was at the level of the toilet seat, I could smell it right away, and the odor just got worse as it filled the air in the bathroom.  Afterwards I heard smacking, mushy sounds then a plop, as the boy's shit exited his anus and hit the water in the toilet bowl.  At the same time he began to pee, and for a few seconds I heard a steady tinkle as his urine poured into the water.  After that there was silence, but a new, powerful smell began to emerge from beneath him.  I sniffed the air a couple of times then stood up.

"Get up," I said.

"But I'm not finished," Kip protested.

"I don't care.  I wanna see it.  Just lift up a little."

Reluctantly the six-year-old got up and stood in a half squat over the toilet bowl.  I bent over behind him and immediately a strong shit odor blasted me in the face.  But far from being turned off by the awful smell, I was totally turned on, and my dick got even harder when I saw Kip's turd.  It had to be at least a foot long and about an inch and a half thick as it lay curled up and floating in the water like a fat light-brown snake.

"Damn," I said, impressed as hell at the size of the first-grader's shit.  "Your turd is almost as big around as my dick."

"And?" Kip said, still half-crouched over the toilet.

"Well...if something of yours that big can come out of your butt, maybe something of mine that big can get in.  What do you think?"

"I think I gotta finishing doo-dooing," he said, avoiding my question.

"Wait, I wanna see something else, first."  I gently grasped his ass cheeks and turned his butt away from the toilet bowl and in my direction.  I then crouched down, pushed his tee shirt as far up on his back as it would go, and spread his anus open.  I was pleasantly surprised to see that both it and most of his ass crack were clogged with sticky shit.  Excited, I moved my face in so close that some of the shit stuck to the end of my nose, then I inhaled until the foul odor filled my nostrils.

"So how my doo-doo smell?" Kip asked.  "Good?"

"Delicious!" I said, taking another big sniff.

"Well, you better move or it's gonna be 'delicious' in your face," he warned.

I seriously thought about plastering my lips over the boy's anus and letting him deposit the rest of his shit in my mouth, but I still wasn't quite ready mentally to take that next big step, so I confined myself to a visual inspection.  When I'd seen enough, I edged back and waited for Kip to sit back down and finish doing his business, but he completely surprised me by turning his butt back around and not sitting down.  Instead he stayed in the half-crouch, keeping his ass up and hovering over the toilet bowl so I could see the rest of the shit come out of his asshole.

"Ooo, yeah!" I cooed, moving my face in as close as possible.  "Let me see you shit!"
	
Fortunately it took only a few seconds for that to happen, and I stared intently as the clog between the boy's ass cheeks suddenly moved and a tan-colored turd began to push its way out of his anus.

"Fuck, that turns me on!" I yelled out, and as I watched Kip shit, his semisoft turds making loud plopping noises as they dropped into the water from this higher-up distance, I began to jack myself off.  There was more farting followed by yet another small turd before he was done, but even then I kept staring at his asshole, watching him work his sphincter in and out, in and out to squeeze out the last stubborn bits of shit.  Finally, still poised over the toilet bowl, Kip turned to me grinning.

"Wanna wipe me?" he casually asked.

"You know I do," I replied, smiling back at him.  I momentarily stopped masturbating to tear a piece of toilet paper off the roll.  "Bend over a little more."

He did, and, trembling in anticipation, I used one hand to spread open his anus and the other to wipe away the leftover shit.  When I was done with that first piece of paper, it was almost completely smeared with a rich brown coating.  Instead of putting it in the toilet, though, I simply set it on the sink.  I then tore off another piece of toilet paper and repeated the process, and that second piece had only a slightly less heavy smear of brown on it.  At that moment, Kip turned his head around to me.

"You wipin' me good?" he asked

"Yeah, I think so."

"Lemme see," he said, and I showed him the shit-smeared toilet paper that I was still holding in my hand.  When he saw it, he smiled/frowned and just said "hmph" before turning away again.  Tearing off a third piece of toilet paper, I started to wipe him once more but decided that I could clean him much better with my mouth.  So, dropping the toilet paper, I used both hands to spread his buns apart then dipped my head down and stuck my tongue up his shitty ass.  Because he wasn't expecting this, Kip actually shivered a little, but he never pulled away, as I wormed my tongue around inside him. At one point he even wiggled his ass in my face, as he'd done right before the very first time I'd eaten out his ass; and again this little move turned me on, guaranteeing to keep me right where I was.

All this was getting to be too much for me, though, so I took my right hand off Kip's ass, allowing it to close on my face, and went back to jacking myself off while continuing to suck the boy's asshole.  After a while, I pulled my face back, licked my lips, and glanced at the pair of balled-up pieces of shit-covered toilet paper on the sink; then I looked down at the thick turds still sitting unflushed in the toilet bowl; finally I focused on the small light-skinned ass in front of me.  By now I was furiously pulling on my dick and breathing heavily as I locked my eyes on Kip's butt, thinking of everything it had done for me--including farting and shitting--and how I had shown my appreciation by french kissing it with the kind of wild enthusiasm that I had never been able to muster when kissing my girlfriend's pussy.

"Ahh!  Ahh!  I'm almost there!" I panted, and I moved as close to Kip as I could, sticking my prong between his ass cheeks and maneuvering it until the head was pressing tightly against his anus.  I then grabbed his hips with both hands and pulled him toward me.  I intended only to get as close as I could to being inside the boy without actually penetrating him.  But he was so open back there, everything was so moist, and I was so horny that, before either of us knew knew it, my dick popped right inside him.

"Oooo!" Kip moaned, as the crown of my cock pushed past his sphincter.  But instead of instinctively pulling away from me, the six-year-old held his ground and, to my surprise, allowed me to continue pulling him backwards, causing my shaft to slide further and further into his expanded rectum until it was almost half-way inside him, about as far as my fingers had ventured when I'd sucked him off during our last encounter. 

"Damn, Kip!" I said.  "I can't believe my dick went up your ass!  How does it feel?"

"It hurts some," he said quickly, and I could tell by the strain in his voice that he was feeling some pain and was trying his best to get past it.  Fortunately for him, but unfortunately for me, I never expected to be inside him in the first place and was already close to coming.  In fact, all it took was a couple of spasms from Kip's incredibly tight asshole and I went right over the edge.

"Fuck!  I'm coming!" I yelled.  "Take it in that ass!"  

Much sooner than I wanted to, I spurted two hefty streams of sperm directly into the boy's anus.  After that, because his anal canal was now so saturated and I was not all the way inside him, my dick slipped out and up, the shit-smeared head now visible at the top of the boy's ass crack while the shaft lay snugly between his cheeks like a hot dog in a bun.  And still I was pumping come, the last of the sticky white juice shooting into the air and onto the boy's back, as I slowly fucked my rod up and down his slippery crevice.  

"Oh, yeah!" I said, breathing heavily.  "That was so fuckin' good!"

To top things off, Kip farted again, his smelly gas rising up quickly to again assault my nostrils and add to the shitty aroma that stifled the air.  But the very idea that such a cute little ass could produce such awful-smelling farts was itself a turn-on for me, so even though I had just finished coming, I still revelled in the stench.

"Oooo!  That one's real stink!" Kip said, fanning his face.  Then he turned his head and looked up at me, smiling.  "But you probably like-ted it the most, right?"

I just smiled back at him then gave him a pat on his butt.  "That's why I spermed you up back there," I said.  " 'Cause you got a smart mouth."

"You sure you didn't pee on me?"

"No, I just came a lot.  Besides, you already know how it feels to get peed on," I added referring to our previous session.

"But you peed in my face that time, not on my butt," Kip said, "so I wasn't sure."

"Oh," I said, now understanding his confusion.  "Well, like I said, I just came a lot.  If you really wanna see how much, go in my room where the light is better and look in the mirror on my closet."

"Okay," he said, unlocking the door and heading out in a duck walk, his pants and underwear still around his ankles.  I followed him and together we inspected his ass in my mirror.  Under the brighter fluorescent lighting, I too was able to see what a complete mess I'd made of his behind.  Sperm was everywhere--on his back, on both ass cheeks, and, especially, between the cheeks.  In fact, there was so much come in Kip's ass crack and oozing out of his asshole that it had run down onto his balls and was now hanging off them in stringy globs.  Of course Kip wore his frown/smile as he looked at himself, but his reaction was much the same as it had been when he'd checked himself out after I'd ejaculated in his face--more curiosity and wonderment than shock or surprise.

"Why you came so MUCH on my butt?" he finally asked, continuing to stare at himself.

"I couldn't help it," I said.  "You don't know what your butt does to me.  It fucks up my head."

"You mean your dick fucks up my butt," Kip said, correcting me.

I laughed.  "Yeah.  You're right.  My mistake.  And I guess that means I'm supposed to give your dick a chance to fuck up something of mine, huh?"

"Maaaaybe," he sang, flexing his anal muscles enough to make his stiff pecker do a little dance for me.

"Well," I said, sitting down on the floor at the foot of my bed and bracing my head against the mattress, "let's see what we can do about that."

Kip didn't even bother to kick his bunched-up pants and drawers off his feet.  He just waddled over until he was standing right in front of me.  His erection was exactly at the level of my mouth, so it took him only about two seconds to slide it home and start pumping, while I held on to his sperm-slick ass.

"Oo!  Oo!  Oo!" Kip puffed out as he humped my face; and I responded with a throaty "mmmm!" savoring the feel of his slender penis pistoning in and out of my mouth and his balls banging my lower lip.  His fucking was exuberant but still inexperienced.  But then I had to remember--this was a SIX-year-old.  When I was his age, the only use I knew of for my dick was to pee.  I didn’t discover masturbation until years later, and I wasn’t involved in any kind of oral sex until my late teens.  Kip, on the other hand, hadn’t even made it to the second grade and already he had sucked dick, been sucked off, pissed on, had his asshole licked, swallowed a load of come, and been partially fucked up the ass!  I couldn’t begin to compare his sexual experiences to those of other kids his age--or even to those of most adults--so I knew I shouldn’t compare the way he fucked to the way a nineteen-year-old would.  It wasn’t fair.  Besides, I knew that if things kept going the way they were, he’d be an expert at fucking, sucking and everything else by the time he was ten, because I would be his teacher.

I thought about all this as Kip continued to pump away in my mouth, accenting his actions with little yipping noises as he neared completion.  I continued to hold on as tight as I could to his wet butt, and this time when I stuck a couple of fingers into his anus, the boy totally ignored them, as they sank easily into a mucky wad of my come, which had not yet finished draining out of his asshole.

"Ahhh!" Kip suddenly cried, and once again his crotch was pressing against my nose and his peter pulsating between my lips as he climaxed.  When he continued to lie on my face while he recovered, I took the opportunity to just smell him, inhaling the fresh innocence of his little boy's sweat, getting so turned on by the youthful odor that I couldn't resist making a comparison by turning him around and getting a good whiff of that mature male semen in his anus, which had soiled him forever.  And that led me to tongue as much of my sperm out of him as I could, a futile attempt to remove that adulteration.  I had succeeded in sucking out several gobs of both come and shit when the doorbell suddenly rang.    

"That's probably Leesha," Kip said, pulling his ass away from my face.

I quickly got up, found a towel, and wiped my face.  I then tossed the towel to Kip.  "Here," I said.  "And don't forget to wipe that come and spit out of your butthole before you pull up your pants."  Putting on my bathrobe, I slowly went to the front door and glanced out the peephole.  Sure enough it was Alicia, and upon seeing her I counted to her age--eleven--to give Kip time to finish dressing before I opened the door.

"Hi," she said.  "Kip here?"

"Yeah, me and him were playing cards.  Why?"

"Ma wants him." 

By the time she said this, Kip was already coming out of my room, fully dressed, so I took those few seconds to check out Alicia, who herself looked quite tempting in her red shorts, tank top and bare feet, but it didn't take her long to catch me staring at her.

"What you lookin' at?" she asked.

"Your butt," I said, smiling.

She giggled and said, "Get outta here," while hitting at me.  Kip took this opportunity to push past us and scoot into his house.  Alicia slowly followed him, never taking her eyes off me; then, as she was about to close her door, she smiled wickedly, turned her back to me, and said, "Here!" upon which she pulled down her short and wiggled her naked ass at me.  But as soon as I made a move toward her, she laughed, dashed inside, and slammed the door.

Returning to my house, I went right back in the bathroom to survey "the scene of the crime."  The two balled-up pieces of toilet paper still lay on the sink, and Kip's turds remained in the toilet bowl.  Even though I had just finished coming, these reminders of what had occurred were making me horny all over again, and I wanted to do one last thing to give myself a private memory of the occasion, a memory not directly involving Kip but connected with what he had left behind.

I started out by picking up the first piece of toilet paper I'd used to wipe Kip's ass, the one with the most shit on it.  I sniffed it carefully then, before allowing myself to think about what I was doing, opened my mouth and popped it in.  There was a bitterish taste at first, but that quickly disappeared when I chewed it up and swallowed it.  But this was only a preliminary perversion.  I knew that for me to really remember this occasion, I needed to do something freaky with Kip's actual shit, so I lifted the seat of the toilet bowl then got down on my knees in front of it.  For several seconds I just gazed at the variety of big and small turds all crammed together in the water.  It was hard to believe that a little six-year-old boy had dumped such a big load, but there it was right in front of my eyes, and the longer I stared at it, the longer I smelled it, the more intoxicating it became, and the more I knew I couldn't just flush it down without "experiencing" it first.

Overwhelmed with the need to do something really nasty, I kneeled down, grabbed the sides of the toilet bowl, held my breath and stuck my head in, as if I were dunking for apples at a party.  After blindly fishing around for several seconds, I finally retrieved one of Kip's bigger turds in my mouth and pulled my face out of the water.  Waiting a while for the water to finish dripping off the cold, slimy defecation, I slowly raised up until I could see myself in the mirror.  Even I was momentarily shocked, and more than a little disgusted, by what I saw:  A dark-skinned 19-year-old male with his lips wrapped around a thick light-brown turd, as if he were smoking a big fat cigar!  Staring at myself, I fantasized about someone catching me.  Specifically, I imagined Alicia quietly leaving her house, sneaking into my unlocked front door, then suddenly pushing the bathroom door open and seeing me.  That first moment we would both be stunned, but being caught would be worth it, just to see her shocked expression.  At first she would think it was my own turd I was sucking on.  But then she would see Kip peeking naked from behind the door and she would suddenly realize that it was his turd sticking out of my mouth, and she would think that she had caught me in the middle of eating her little brother's shit.

Picturing this scenario made me so horny that I again found myself with a full erection and, continuing to stare at myself in the bathroom mirror, I once more began to jack off.

"Mmmm!  Mmmm!" I moaned as I reached orgasm.  I wanted to yell "fuck!" but I didn't want to let go of the turd in my mouth.  I also didn't want to come on the floor, so I swung around, aimed my dick over the toilet bowl, and shot my load on Kip's shit.  Only then did I let the turd in my mouth drop into the toilet.  After a final inspection, I tossed in the remaining piece of soiled toilet paper and flushed everything down.

But while the shit play and orgasm had momentarily satisfied me, I was far from sated.  Kip's tight asshole had been an unexpected appetizer for my butt-starved dick--a pleasing, tasty teaser that had made me even hungrier for the full entree; and, despite what I'd momentarily felt about "soiling" him, I now knew I couldn't let another one of our sessions go by without completely devouring what remained of his innocence. 


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