Date: Sat, 30 Apr 2022 09:10:22 +0000
From: indiscribed <indiscribed@protonmail.com>
Subject: Plastic Playground Tunnel 5

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Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction.  It depicts explicit
sexual acts between underage boys.  Do not read this if such content is
illegal in your jurisdiction or if you are easily offended.  Any
similarities to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.  The
author in no way condones the acts depicted in this story, and no person
should read this story.


5

Henry's Destiny Part I


"How old will the other boys be?" little Henry quietly asked his
parents, interrupting their attempts to bid him farewell. The preteen
wore an anxious frown on his handsome, pink face, and his toes pointed
inward.

The father knelt and rested his big, hairy arm on the undeveloped boy's
shoulder. "They're all boys, just like you, buddy. Maybe a bit bigger
and older than you, maybe they like different games than you, but
there's no reason you can't learn to play the way big boys do."

Henry's smooth face had always been rosy, but now his cheeks lit up like
the bright red dot on a 7-Up can. The crimson glow visibly trailed down
the boy's neck and below the collar of his t-shirt, where patches of
pink presumably even blotted the 10-year-old's chest, a medical
condition which the doctor had called "rosacea", a bright, biological
signal that the child was in distress.

The mother kissed little Henry on his bright red cheek, and the child
swiped tears from his eyes with the back of his wrists as his parents
drove away.

What makes a boy into a man? Is it the completion of eighteen revolutions
around the Sun? In traditional societies, a boy was a man at the onset of
puberty. However, in little Henry's case, neither of these things were
true when his parents left him alone at wilderness summer camp for the
first time. Even though twelve was the normal cutoff age for new campers,
the administrators had granted an exception for 10-year-old Henry, since
the clever boy was scheduled to skip the fifth grade and advance to the
sixth grade in the fall.

That first day, little Henry sat alone on the grass with his head buried
between his crossed arms. Occasionally he looked up at the arrival of
another boy, searching for a companion close to his size, but all of the
other boys were almost twice his size with sparkling braces and stylish
hair. "They're all practically high schoolers," Henry whimpered to
himself.

In fact, they were middle schoolers, the oldest boy at camp being only
fourteen.

At lunch time, Henry got his next impression of his strange, new
companions: "They all stink... like rotten milk, or the musty dish rag in
the kitchen sink," the kid thought.

The slurping and chomping of several dozen teen and tween boys pigging
out on tacos filled the picnic area. "Who farted?" someone quipped.
Someone's pooper trumpeted in retaliation, and giggling spread with the
gas to all the picnic tables. Little Henry smiled for the first time,
relieved that he at least had something in common with the older boys.
Henry loved playing fart wars with his friends--whenever the 10-year-old
boys were alone they would try to fart on each other. One of his
naughtiest memories was of a recent sleepover at the house of his best
friend, who had an 8-year-old sister. Behind a locked bedroom door, the
two 10-year-old boys had lashed the little girl's wrists and ankles to
the bed frame and conducted fart torture on her. The little girl had only
playfully resisted as the older boys took turns pressing their butt
cracks to her face. Their crusty butt holes brushed against her nose,
which confirmed they were on target, before blasting her smooth face with
hot gas. Gradually, the boys ran out of butt gas and had to strain their
purple puckers harder and harder to continue the torture, until
inevitably a little worm of poo squeezed out of Henry's pucker and left
a brown streak on the little girl's nose. After that, the little boys'
penises were curiously swollen, and for the rest of the evening they
could be seen periodically rubbing their tiny boners through their
shorts.

Henry's nose caught a first whiff of the older boys' butt vapors as he
munched on his taco. "Even their farts smell bigger," he thought.

The first group shower that evening did nothing to dissuade Henry's
impression that the other boys were all advanced far beyond him. The
10-year-old was mesmerized by his first glimpse of the older boys' naked
bodies, the first boys he had ever seen with hairy penises, other than
his father's of course. It seemed he was the only boy at camp with a
tiny, hairless cock. All of the older boys had hairy penises, many with 4
or 5-inch boners proudly jutting from their hips above dark clouds of
wiry pubes. Some of the older boys even had big, hairy nuts that looked
like coconuts dangling between their thighs.

Henry's heart fluttered as he scanned the teenagers' bodies, and a
cherry-red glow began to spread from his cheeks again. The little boy's
white neck and chest began to flush with red patches. An electrical storm
was overloading Henry's prepubescent brain as his eyes swept the shower,
catching glimpses of teen boy flesh in every direction, and for the first
time electrical signals overflowed into immature regions, cerebral
structures which when activated made the kid feel naughty. His
undeveloped penis swelled to a 2-inch stiffy, its little mushroom tip
glowing hot pink for the crowd. The 10-year-old's body was involuntarily
signaling his excitement to the horny boys.

Henry clasped his hands over his embarrassingly undeveloped manhood as he
showered, privately taking the opportunity to rub his pink mushroom tip.
His heart raced faster; his sensitive mushroom tip was tingling
incredibly between his digits. The child couldn't help but involuntarily
masturbate his tiny boner as he scanned the young teens' bodies through
the steam, finding new surprises on each boy--some hairy in places where
others were bald--and each glimpse gave his prepubescent brain another
naughty electrical jolt.

These early teens exhibited a wide range of sexual maturity. The onset of
puberty had stratified this once homogeneous cohort of prepubescent boys
into a diverse sexual hierarchy, a pecking order based on sexual
development: whether or not a boy had a hairy penis (all of them did
except for Henry that first year); whether he had hairy nuts, a deep
voice, and a musky aroma; and finally, the most developed class, kids who
had armpit and butt hole hairs.

Henry's jaw dropped when he saw a few of the older boys scrubbing their
hairy armpits, revealing the wispy tufts of fur that grew there. The
light scribbles of armpit hair jarred the 10-year-old's conscience, and
the kid made mental notes about these older boys: the most mature, the
strongest, and thus the most suitable sexual partners, boys he could feel
protected around, with spicy body odors that signaled their sexually
receptive state... "Those boys must be able to make babies," Henry
thought, flicking the tip of his 2-inch boner under the showerhead. The
kid was flushing from head to chest, his medical condition again
betraying his embarrassment, and his excitement.

The older boys couldn't help but notice the juxtaposition of the new
kid's crimson glow against the cream and tan shades of their own bodies.
Henry thought he heard whispering. "What's wrong with `im?" "Why's
he so red?" They were definitely talking about him. "He's got a tiny,
pinky boner!" "Is he gay?"

"The new kid likes what he sees!" the oldest boy, a 14-year-old named
Zane, hollered. Zane turned to moon the new prepubescent greenhorn,
spreading his butt cheeks to reveal the brown swirl at the center of his
dark purple butt crack.

"Hairy ass!" "Zane's got a hairy asshole!" The tweens and young
teens giggled like girls. Zane swung his rear around the shower in a wide
arc, presenting his hairy pooper, with two small, brown bushes of butt
hole hairs growing on either side of the wrinkled pucker, to all of his
peers.

SLAP! The rowdy shouting and laughter of a dozen pubescent boys bounced
off the hard-tile surfaces of the shower. The shower suddenly became a
mosh pit of 12 and 13-year-olds playing ass grab, slipping and sliding
around as they grasped for each other's skinny butt handles. Boners
crossed like swords, and what began at first with a few unintentional
slaps quickly graduated to aggressive sword fighting. The bigger bodies
of the teenagers squeezed and shoved little Henry, filtering his smaller
body into a corner where he crouched with his hands over his ringing
ears.

In this steamy chaos, the most competitive boys took the opportunity to
assert their dominance by finger raping the weaker monkeys in the pack. A
few of the tweens yelped as their poopers were violated somewhere in the
tangle of flesh, and the pecking order of the horny monkeys shifted. The
boys who came out of the steamy cloud sniffing their poop-stained fingers
rose a few rungs on the ladder to a higher circle on the sexual hierarchy
at camp. The tweens who came out of the cloud blushing, the ones who had
just been finger raped, frowned at the violation, but laughed it off
since all pubescent boys finger banged themselves when they jerked off:
"It makes the tingly feeling ten times stronger to have something up
your butt when you cum," the older instilled their sexual knowledge to
the younger.

The steamy tangle of boys dissipated, and Henry caught another glimpse of
Zane's hairy pooper, still swinging in the air. The teenager's white
butt cheeks now glowed red with the imprints of small hands. Slim fingers
poked at the teen's purple-brown swirl. "Oww-oww!"

Henry had never seen another boy's butt hole before, and he had
certainly never imagined it could be hairy. "Why would it be hairy?"
the child wondered.

Zane's butt cheeks slapped shut and the 14-year-old stood upright; the
small muscles in his torso betrayed his sexual maturity as much as his
stiff penis, which was pointing at the new kid in the corner.

The young teens were accustomed to stares from prepubescent boys at the
swimming pool, and many of them loved to exhibit their hairy private
parts to the younger kids just to see their reactions. Sometimes they
would hike up the leg of their bathing suits in front of little kids in
the pool when the adults weren't looking. At other times they gave
private shows in the toilet stalls where the young teens knew there was
almost a ninety percent chance the younger kid would ask to suck it.
Every little boy looks up to his older brother and will secretly do
anything for him. And every older boy has probably considered at one
point or another that prepubescent boys are always turned on, tight, and
can't get pregnant.

The older boys faced Henry in a semi-circle, their big boners pointing at
the skinny kid, who was on his knees. Little Henry's hot pink mushroom
tip pointed up from his belly, and the 10-year-old gazed cross-eyed up
half a dozen foaming piss holes. He reached out to select one of the big
purple knobs. Henry chose Zane's penis, the biggest, hairiest, and
spiciest. His little fingers squeezed the thick shaft like a tube of
toothpaste. The child was surprised to see the teenager's foreskin
retract, and that the purple tip was covered in a slimy discharge. He
sniffed the sticky penis juices that leaked onto his fingers, and the
older boy's penis fumes gave the kid a buzz. He felt dizzy. The
temperature increased in the shower. His heart skipped a beat, and his
face, neck, and chest glowed even brighter.

The naked little boy was flashing red like a traffic light at a four-way
intersection. His prepubescent body was involuntarily signaling his
sexual arousal to the crowd of horny boys. Henry didn't even know what
sex was, yet his little body was wired for it!

14-year-old Zane sighed theatrically and led the blushing kid by the hand
into the handicapped toilet stall for a private show, as if it were his
duty.

Dripping and naked, Zane hoisted the boy's lithe frame onto the toilet
seat. Outside, three or four horny 13-year-olds spied through the cracks.
"Bet he sticks it up his butt!" one of the young teens whispered. "You
think it'll fit?" another said in a hushed tone.

First, Zane lorded his purple mushroom head all over the kid's
undeveloped body and genitals. Henry's tiny 2-incher got slimed with
pre-cum. The 10-year-old privately hoped that the juices of an older
boy's penis would somehow make his own tiny penis grow faster. Next his
tiny candlestick got lost in Zane's big bush, then buried in the
wrinkles of the older boy's hairy scrotum. Their chests pressed
together, and Zane wasn't surprised to find that the kid's body was not
only glowing red-hot, but was hot to the touch. Zane wrapped his skinny
arms around the kid. Little Henry thought it strange when the older boy
began caressing his butt cheeks, but the kid was so infatuated by the
bigger boy's body, so intoxicated by his pungent body odor, that he was
willing to submit to any type of touching, no matter how naughty.

Next, Zane taught the kid how to "clean" a penis. He clasped Henry's
small hand inside his big palm and rubbed it up and down his boner. The
older teen dropped a big loogie into their hands and inverted his grip to
spread the natural lubricant around the pillar. After a few yanks, Henry
was rubbing the 14-year-old's slimy penis all on his own, though the
10-year-old's had to use both hands to grasp the huge organ completely.
Naturally, Henry focused on the curious tube of skin stretched around the
tip, and his little fingers tugged the foreskin back and forth over the
teenager's purple mushroom tip. The teen released an involuntary moan,
and Henry giggled, realizing he had affected the older boy with his
little finger dance around the tip of his pee-pee.

"Rub the balls too."

Henry obliged, jiggling the big stones in their hairy sack. His little
fingers explored the hairs behind the teen's sweaty scrotum and followed
the trail of pubes up the teen's perineum, but stopped realizing that
the bush extended all the way up the boy's butt crack, the stinky region
of ultimate shame. Henry sniffed the teenager's sweaty scrotum musk on
his fingertips, and the scent nearly knocked him off the toilet seat, and
would have if Zane hadn't grasped the child around the hips and held him
in place for the next act.

Finally, the teen peeled back his red foreskin, revealing a white ring of
dick cheese under the purple mushroom head. "The best way to clean this
part is with your tongue."

At bed time, Henry could still taste Zane's salty penis on his breath
since he hadn't brushed his teeth, but even more distinct was the
teenager's musty body odor, which seemed to have suffused Henry's hair
and clothes.

The five sweaty 13-year-olds who shared a cabin with Henry, of course,
had their own olfactory signature. The scent of sweet onions, less spicy
than Zane's body odor, fumed from Henry's cabin mates, spiking the
humid cabin air with teenage pheromones. Henry privately admitted that it
smelled good--the 13-year-olds' body odor had a calming effect on the
child--though he was less interested in the moldy must that fumed from
the pile of half a dozen pairs of muddy tennis shoes by the door.

Henry fell asleep on the bottom bunk, suffused in the aroma of sweaty
boys. Their pubescent scents toyed with the 10-year-old's biochemistry,
and sexually receptive urges came alive in his fuzzy boy brain as he
slept. In his dreams, he lay on his belly and gently humped his 2-inch
boner into his mattress. When little Henry woke the next morning, his
stiff little pinky was tingling and throbbing madly between his legs, and
the sound of bunk beds squeaked around him as most of the older boys
erupted involuntarily, tossing cream like a rooster crows.

Like most of the boys at camp, Henry's little penis would stay hard for
the rest of the summer.

The summer camp for boys was billed as a wilderness experience with
limited amenities, designed to harden the lads. To save water, the boys
showered only twice a week, and though hot water was plentiful, campers
were expected to provide their own toiletries. This wasn't a big change
for the boys, since most pubescent boys couldn't be bothered to actually
wash with soap anyway. The few boys who actually arrived at camp with
toiletry bags--bags neatly packed away by the more responsible
parents--never opened them, except to get at their toothbrushes, which
were popular items to shove up another boy's butt.

While Henry was used to the musty smell of wet dog and butt that fumed
off his preteen school mates, at camp he was constantly suffused in the
sharp scent of moldy cheddar cheese in an onion patch, and the scent of
the horny older boys began to affect him. The pubescent odor stung the
little boy's nostrils, and slowly the older boys' pheromones began to
alter Henry's fuzzy boy brain, activating regions that normally only
turn on in sexually receptive girls. A change was upon the child,
permanently wiring the little boy to hopelessly crave intimacy with other
boys.

Henry changed physically too. The food at camp was different from what he
was used to, and within a few days his digestive tract was cultivating
many new types of bacteria. He began to feel a tingle in his tummy, which
grew into a painful cramp that sent the kid scrambling for the toilet hut
several times that day. Propping his skinny frame over the cold toilet
bowl, the kid flexed his sensitive pucker and prepared to release the
hot, runny contents of his bowels. He groaned and writhed as he felt the
hot liquid train rushing through the plumbing in his belly, testing the
strength of the little pipes that connected to his butt. "Ohhh," the
child gasped as the hot liquid torrent crossed the finish line, spilling
from the kid's tiny pooper chute all at once, ravaging the little pink
hole on the way out. The gaping pink hole hung over the toilet bowl,
dripping and squirting for ten minutes before it finally closed up.
Little did the child know, he would never regain full control over his
pooper after that night.

Henry's sore rectum burned from the bout of diarrhea, and the evening
found him squirming around on the lower bunk to relieve a fierce itch in
his butt hole. Acidic digestive juices had irritated the delicate tissue
around his rosebud, inflaming his whole butt. The unbearable tingle in
his poop chute caused the child to grimace and pound his little fists
against the mattress. "I hate when my pooper burns like this!" he
thought.

At home Henry would've relieved this itch without a second thought.
However, living in close quarters with half a dozen 13-year-olds, he
feared that the older boys would laugh at him if they caught him
scratching in that private place, but--"Mhhh! Aaah!"--A tingly, itchy
sensation shot straight up his butt hole like a lightening bolt, and the
kid writhed and winced. He quickly buried his hand in his undies and
scrubbed his greasy pucker to exquisite relief. Anyway, he had already
witnessed most of the older boys slipping their hands down their own
shorts to "adjust" or rub their private parts too (front and back).

Fortunately, Henry's rosebud was still slippery from an afternoon of the
runs, and his narrow finger easily popped through the sensitive ring of
muscles. The child buzzed in a long, pleasurable sigh, concatenated with
a slutty, girly moan. His slender digits were extinguishing the fire in
his pooper. The exquisite relief caused his stiff penis to throb. One
finger came out and the next one went in. Henry closed his eyes tight.
His little heart fluttered in his chest, and his skinny hips rocked
involuntarily, grinding his 2-inch boner into his pillow as his digits
explored his sensitive backdoor.

The pungent scent of Henry's greasy pooper wafted across the cabin and
quickly attracted the attention of a 13-year-old predator. With a long
finger buried in his poop chute, Henry was lost in a cloud of his own
butt stink. However, a strong draft of sweet onions, the body odor of his
pubescent cabin mates, interrupted his butt hole surfing expedition. He
opened his eyes to the sight of an older boy hovering over his bed.

A soprano whisper: "Whatchya doin'?"

Henry smiled nervously and whispered back, "It realwe itches."

"We're cabin mates now," the older boy explained, climbing into his
bed. A hand reached out to molest Henry's bottom, feeling the weight of
his butt cheeks through his thin undies. "We need to help each other
out," the older boy whispered, squeezing the kid's buns.

Little Henry was glowing again, his crimson hue visible even in the dim
moonlight. The little boy curled up into a ball, neither agreeing nor
refusing the young teen's advance. Without warning, the teenager's hand
slipped into the his undies, and long fingers explored his most stinky,
private place. The teen's digits quickly found their target and began
scrubbing the child's secret backdoor. Little Henry could hear the pulse
of blood racing through his red-hot ears. The child blushed obscenely and
cooed as the 13-year-old's fingers opened his tiny rosebud bit by bit.
Henry turned his head and glared suggestively over his shoulder at the
older boy. "This must be what it feels like to have a big brother,"
thought Henry, an only-child. Older boys were perfect for the job, Henry
decided: they didn't mind how messy other boys' backsides might be, but
were happy to help out with the dirty business.

Little Henry pouted when the older boy removed his hand from that private
place. The child didn't expected what happened next. The older boy
invited him to suck on his poop-scented fingers, practically jamming two
slender digits into the kid's mouth before he could refuse. Henry sucked
his own butt juices off the teen's fingers. It didn't taste as bad as
he expected; a little bitter. Once glistening with saliva, the young teen
returned to Henry's bottom. He yanked the boy's undies down to his
knees to provide better access. Then the moist finger parted the puffy
boy pussy lips to explore inside. The long finger connected deep in the
child's guts, quickly locating his boy nub. Hot flashes washed over
Henry's little body as the teen finger fucked him, stimulating his tiny,
immature acorn. Naturally, the 10-year-old began to gently rock his hips,
and the older boy's face contorted in a wicked smile.

By now, Henry could sense the other boys in his cabin were all staring at
him from their bunks in the darkness. "That's his poop chute," the boy
on the top bunk whispered, peering down at the spectacle. "Gross,"
another whispered. "Awesome," a consensus of voices eventually rose up
to endorse the horny show, treating a summer of sex play as a foregone
conclusion.

After a few minutes of "scratching" in this way, the older boy
suggested a "better" way to scratch Henry's itchy pucker. Before Henry
could agree, the 13-year-old was forcibly peeling the kid's undies off
his curled toes. Now completely naked, little Henry faced the young
teen's three and a half inch boner. "He's gonna scratch my butt with
his penis?" Henry thought and giggled. Then he caught a whiff of the
teen's penis, and his prepubescent brain lit up like a light bulb. Henry
promptly rolled onto his belly and presented his round butt to the
13-year-old. He definitely wanted to play with the teen's musky penis in
any way he could. Somehow it just made sense to the lad that a boy's
stinky penis could go for a dive and play in another boy's stinky
pooper, and neither boy would have to worry about the smell or about
getting dirty.

Henry still felt slightly embarrassed though as he sensed his cabin mates
staring at his naked butt, the older boys stroking their bulges in the
moonlight as they awaited their turn. But, before Henry could change his
mind, his partner grabbed him by the waist and secured him belly down for
the act to come

The teen's purple knob sniffed the moist crack and located the child's
hot rosebud. The teen added his saliva to the funky crevice and slid
forward. The slimy tip worked its way past the tight ring of anal muscles
and began scrubbing the child's itch from inside. The two boys grunted
as they began anal coitus.

Though Henry had often used his slim finger to scratch inside this stinky
place, the teenager's stiff penis was now stretching his pooper to
widths the hole had only known during his biggest bowel movements.
"Mmffft!" Henry felt butterflies in his belly as the stiff penis rubbed
in and out of his warm anal duct, sliding deeper and deeper each time,
until it finally passed his aching boy nub. "Ohhhhhhh my gu-awshhh--"
the 10-year-old responded to being butt fucked for the first time. The
teen's three and a half inch boner--which seemed huge to little
Henry--was just long enough to tickle the his prostate when fully
inserted. It hurt, but it tingled when the penis poked deep inside. Henry
loved it. The sensation of scratching around his itchy butt hole and deep
inside his guts with another boy's stiffy was like nothing the child had
ever felt before. The 13-year-old's dong was stretching his elastic
hole, and the 10-year-old wiggled and bucked beneath the older boy's
frame to get comfortable. The child's fidgeting was rubbing the hot
penis against his boy nub, and in response to the overwhelming tingle in
his little walnut, the kid's tiny rectum reflexively collapsed on the
intruder. Electrical signals in his brain permanently rewired the
10-year-old as a butt slut for life.

The young teen lay on top of the little boy and breathed down his neck.
He knew his stiff penis was affecting the child, not just its girth,
which had pried apart the tiny muscles of the kid's boy pussy, but also
its length, which was giving the kid a powerful electric jolt deep in his
guts with every movement. The young teen's purple snake was slithering
inside the child's tubes, punching whatever was up the kid's butt,
mostly slapping the kid's walnut around, which caused the his tiny anal
muscles to squeeze and tighten reflexively around the base of the
teenager's penis, much to the older boy's delight. The child's rectum
was trying to decapitate his boner. "You like this?" the young teen
whispered in the boy's ear.

With the 13-year-old's penis now lodged deep in his butt, Henry had lost
control and would have to submit to the older boy's whims. He couldn't
hide the fact that he was enjoying it, and he wiggled his butt in a
circular motion, giving his pooper a good rub all the way around and deep
inside. "Mm-hmmm."

The teen smiled and licked his lips. The child had surrendered his rectum
quite easily. Of course, the kid's virgin rosebud certainly would have
put up a fierce fight had it not been broken in, slippery, and puffy from
a day spent blasting liquid chunks into the toilet bowl. "I thought you
would like this," the teen said in slurred speech of a pubescent boy
with braces. They were so close, the teen's penis sheathed in the
child's hot rectum, that Henry inhaled the 13-year-old's sweet onion
musk with each breath, and when the teen whispered or gasped, a cloud of
his fetid breath brushed Henry's face. Likewise, the teen drew breathes
of his young partner's butt stink. The scent caused his boner to jump
inside the kid's colon, slapping the child's walnut, and the two lovers
jumped from the unexpected shock of pleasure.

Underneath the teen's frame, an uncontrollable wave of new naughty
sensations coursed through the 10-year-old boy, and his immature brain
had to revert to instinct, directing the child to hump his bum against
the older boy. Every time their hips met, Henry wiggled his bottom to get
at the itch deep inside. The 10-year-old was so tight, the teen hardly
needed to pump his butt at all. The older boy lay frozen on top, letting
the little boy inadvertently work his stiff penis to paradise.

For five minutes the older boy's stiff penis titillated on the edge of
orgasm, contributing a small trickle of pre-cum, lubricating the child's
guts to facilitate the trauma to come. The child fully accommodated the
intrusion in his rectum. "It's like French kissing with my butt!"
Henry thought, squeezing his butt so the swollen, purple lips of his boy
pussy expanded outwards, inviting the teenager's mushroom-tipped
"tongue" to explore deeper in his guts.

Loosened and lubricated, a growl in the little Henry's bowels signaled a
change deep within. The little boy grunted as he felt a cramping in his
guts. It was happening again. He lifted his waist off the bed to
disengage the slippery penis from his pooper, but the kid only managed to
impale his butt even deeper on the older boy's sex rod. The older boy
secured the child by the wrists, rocking his joystick forward and back to
maximum depth in the kid's slippery butt hole with a bump of his hips.

It was too late to prevent an accident. Henry gasped, and his sinewy
muscles squeezed against his teen lover. "What happens when a girl shits
herself during sex?" The first hot vapors of the child's bowel movement
tickled the teen's dick head, and the child squeezed his rectum around
the base of the intruder to hold it all in, squeezing off the young teen
in the process. The young teen felt a tingle in his testicles and
connected plumbing, and he jumped into action and butt fucked the
10-year-old deep and hard through ejaculation. Henry felt something give
way as the hard dong punched into his colon. His pooper quacked briefly
like a kazoo, releasing a stream of hot butt juices just as the young
teen's penis erupted, squirting a fountain of watery seed up this kid's
butt.

The boys disengaged with a sloppy fart that splattered butt butter on the
teen's sparse bush and smooth balls. Now the sweet aroma of Henry's
digestive tract and bleach suffused every surface in the cabin. Little
Henry started to rise off the mattress to run to the bathroom and
evacuate his leaking bowels, but the onset of diarrhea hit the kid as
soon as his butt lifted off the bed. Hot butt sex juices streamed from
his gaping boy pussy, and he could feel the butt batter trickling down
his milky white thighs and tiny purple scrotum. He was having cum
diarrhea right in front of the older boys. Henry, his crimson glow
concealed by the darkness, thought he was going to cry from
embarrassment, but he hardly got the chance. As soon as the first lanky
13-year-old rolled off his bed, another boy instantly climbed into his
place. Strong arms slammed Henry down onto the mattress again, then
tugged his leaky butt into position, and in no time the child felt a
second hard penis probing his slippery pooper.

The first boy had transformed Henry mentally with his first taste of butt
fucking. Now the rest of the older boys were going to transform him
physically, resizing his cute little boy hole. The gang was gonna make
his pooper chute permanently incontinent. Henry released a grunt of
noncompliance, as the older boy grabbed his shoulders to hold him down.
"Ughhh, I have to go poo," the kid exclaimed nervously in his girlish
voice, chocolate-vanilla-caramel swirl still leaking from his pink boy
pussy.

"Perfect," his second lover responded. This boy had a deeper voice than
the first. The teen grabbed Henry's slender wrists and, with a bump of
his narrow hips, pinned the lucky guy firmly to the mattress. One second
Henry felt the teen's mushroom tip probing his nutty crack, the next he
felt the older boy's wiry bush tickling his smooth bottom, and the
teenager's stiff penis gave the kid a hard electric jolt five inches up
his guts.

Henry's new partner was definitely more mature than his first, and he
knew this not just from the larger size of the stiff appendage that was
violating his slippery pooper. The teenager smelled like Hamburger
Helper, and his spicy body odor was wafting into the Henry's nostrils,
intoxicating the child. Henry could tell from this scent that his new
partner probably had a few armpit hairs, since those boys were the
stinkiest. Henry braced himself, understanding that boys with hairy
armpit smell can make girls pregnant. The older boy's pheromones
short-circuited Henry's fuzzy boy brain, and the kid's undeveloped
brain again had to rely on instinct, finding evolutionary instructions
that were hard-coded in every boy, instructions that directed the
child's body to hump against his new sexual partner.

To complete impalement, the teen spread Henry's ankles apart, and slowly
the older boy settled his weight on the scrawny bottom, introducing the
full length of his big boner up the kid's butt. "Uhhhg... it zoh big!"
the kid mumbled into his blanket, feeling the hairy base of the teen's
boner pry his boy pussy apart.

"Relax," the older boy whispered instructions into Henry's ear.
"Squeeze your butt like you're on the toilet. It'll feel good." The
teen began grinding his boner in a circular motion, stretching the rim of
the child's anus, and, after a few circuits around the slippery pucker,
began to thrust his joystick forward and back inside the kid. Henry
gasped and panted like a girl every time the stiff muscle punch into his
moist guts, but, by following the older boy's advice and pushing out
like he was taking a poop, his rectum was able to accommodated all five
inches of the teen's stiffy. With each thrust, the teen's mushroom tip
explored the first curve in the child's intestines, and the 10-year-old
gasped each time as the older boy's sex horn sent an electric shock
5-inches up his butt.

A sweet butt sex bouquet suffused the humid cabin: the slightly sweet
aroma of rotten apricots fumed from Henry's bubbling poop chute and
mingled with the stinging bleach scent of boy cum in its varying
viscosities. The wet slap of stinky boy sex, the squeak of the bunk bed,
and girly gasps of the new bottom boy filled the quiet night.

After a few thrusts, Henry was getting the hang of how to control his
anal muscles during butt sex. Having diarrhea was great practice! He
clamped his pucker again to poop out the intruder, but, rather than
evacuate the foreign penis, his swollen pussy lips spread outward over
the invader, inviting it to explore new depths in his tummy. Another wet
fart exploded from Henry's butt, and behind him nutty butt sex juices
trickled down his thighs and scrotum. The little boy's rosebud gaped
passively as the kid tried to shit himself during butt sex, but the
teenager's big penis plugging his pooper, denying the child the
satisfaction of relieving his bowels. Instead, the big dong churned the
contents of Henry's colon. They were making butt butter together. Henry
released a girly gasp as he felt his bowels leaking out around his anal
gasket again, and his anal muscles reflexively clinched shut once more to
hold it all in. "Gah... no way!" the 13-year-old cried out as the
child's rectum tried to decapitate his dick, exhaling his rotten breath
into Henry's face and gaping mouth. This 10-year-old was squeezing him
off automatically! The teen's face contorted and his vocal chords
strained to release a rough growl. He hammered the little boy's puffy
pooper lips one last time, out and in all the way, then froze, holding
the boy's hips close against his groin to guarantee delivery of his seed
around the first curve of the child's intestines. The big penis throbbed
as it blasted Henry's colon with several hot jets of cum. It was the
biggest, creamiest orgasm the young teen had ever produced, and his sore
balls ached as he pulled out.

Once unplugged, the little boy's wet butt immediately began streaming
juices all over the teen's groin. Butt butter matted in the teenager's
formidable bush. The immature lovers could only blush as a puddle of the
child's cum-diarrhea soaked into the mattress and the teen's slimy,
poop-streaked boner still throbbed in the air with the beat of his heart.

Henry hardly had time to appreciate the reality of what was happening in
his butt--the older boys were rubbing their sex all over him and inside
him, doing him up the butt one after another! A third penis slapped
against his gaping, pink boy pussy, and by now the 10-year-old was
starting to doze off. Though still in between dreamland and
consciousness, he closed his eyes and let it happen. The teen penises
climbed up the down escalator of his rectum one after another. His bowels
involuntarily released their runny contents as the stiff penises plunged
in and out, loosening his tender hole so that it could no longer hold it
all in. They were still pumping his guts when he passed into dreamland.

In his dreams, Henry visited fuzzy images of his 13-year-old lovers, one
after another, alone on the green soccer field at camp. The older boys
were always shirtless and sweaty, and grinning at little Henry. They let
him caress their smooth chests, play with their small, dark nipples. Some
of the older boys held Henry's hand, others rubbed his thigh or back.
One boy even lifted Henry's skinny,naked frameacross his arms and
carried him across the field like a girl. All of them gave the child a
gift before fading: a kiss or a thimble or something--something symbolic
in nature, the child could never see exactly what the gifts were, their
physical form always obscured from his dream perspective, but Henry at
least comprehended: each gift was a symbol of love: the ultimate act of
male bonding.

In the pre-dawn hours, Henry's next conscious memory was of a warm,
comfortable sensation between his legs. The warmth spread from his groin
across his bed. Henry curled up in his warm, soggy boy nest, clinging to
slumber, not bothered by the wetness of his blanket until, few hours
later when the gray light of morning filled the sky outside, the warm wet
feeling had become a cold wet feeling that the roused the boy from his
dreams. Henry woke to find a large chestnut stain beneath him on his
sheets and mattress, where he had had his accident, or accidents. At some
point during the night, he must have lost control of his bladder and wet
the bed. His normally white butt cheeks and tiny balls were stained
orange and smeared with poo, and his angry-red pooper was still streaming
chocolate-vanilla swirl. If there could still be any doubt, the soreness
up Henry's butt confirmed that it had all really happened. Not only had
he taken all of the older boys' penises up his butt, but he had lost
control of both his bowels and bladder... on his honeymoon! He smelled
like garbage. The older boys in his cabin all carried the sweet scent of
Henry's well-fucked anus on their bodies the next day too, which would
mingle with their own sweaty body odors as the days went by.


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