A Yule Log for Kyle, a short story by Josh Terrence

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Author's note: This short story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.

This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.

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I'll admit that when I first came downstairs, I thought I was dreaming. It wouldn't have been out of the question, given how early I woke up the day before. Besides, it was way past 3AM and I had no business being up at that hour.

My Christmas Eve started early, when I crawled under my rim seat and smiled through the opening while my dad walked into the bathroom with his newspaper tucked under his arm. I watched with naughty anticipation as he dropped his boxers and took a seat over my grinning face, then I opened wide and accepted his large morning poop load. After my luscious 6am feeding, I was visited in rapid succession by four more feeders that my mom and dad had arranged for me.

The first boy to see me was Nathan, a cute 18 year old who lives a few houses away and serves as a regular feeder for me. As soon as my mom opened the front door and I saw him standing there, I scrambled to get upstairs and back under the chair while my little boner strained in my undies. Much to my delight, Nathan laid a generous pile of turds that bulged between my cheeks. Their stink was incredibly powerful, and quite pleasant, just like their flavor. When Nathan was finished using me for his relief, I spent a luscious afterglow licking his butt crack clean.

The next boy who showed up was Kevin, a cute 16 year old who visits me on a daily basis to leave a stinky deposit in my poop repository. Happily for me, Kevin's turds are always long and thick, and I love having them pushed into my watering mouth while he farts randomly and sprays poop into my smiling face. Today was no exception, as Kevin pinched off loaf after hot, steaming loaf for my dining pleasure.

My next two feeders were Ethan and Steve, two brothers who I can't see often enough. Steve is a 14 year old cutie with glasses and a sweet disposition. His fudge factory is always working, and happily for me, it's a high output, high quality fudge factory. I love opening wide for his sharp smelling poop logs, which always remind me of dog poop or cat poop. The stink is rich and pleasing, and the flavor is a perfect match every time.

But for as much as I enjoy Steve's butt pudding, I have to say that I'm addicted to the massive turds that are produced from his brother Ethan's rear end. Ethan is 18 years old, and his rear end provides me with a seemingly endless supply of wholesome, delicious poop logs that fill my high capacity turd repository to the brim every time he squats over my face. Of all of my feeders, Ethan is my all time favorite, behind my daddy. Just like his brother, his steamy loads are comprised of long, thick turds that smell and taste like dog poop. When I'm really lucky, they carry the rich stink of a fresh pile of cat poop, and the taste is very similar to the smell.

And while I've never eaten cat poop before, I have to say that dining on a pile of Ethan's grade A turds make me wonder what I might be missing out on.

My final feeder of the morning was my boyfriend, Jimmy. He's 11, just like me, and he's always eager to share his luscious poop loads with me. He's also eager to get under the chair and take a few poop loads anytime that he can, so when I climbed out from the chair and climbed on, he moaned with depravity and accepted my offering of hot turds without delay.

After my luscious turd buffet, my daddy took me and Jimmy to the shower and washed us from head to toe, then he fucked a satisfying load into each of our bottoms before we got out and got dressed. I went to the store with my mom and Jimmy, and while we were there, the need to poop came over me.

Wanting to be as naughty as I could, I squatted in the center of the aisle, looking straight ahead while Jimmy stood in front of me and watched with a naughty smile. Five feet away, my mom was adding groceries to her shopping cart, seemingly unaware of what I was doing. With my comfortable new position, I was able to give an easy push and my underwear filled up with a soft, hot and stinky load of boy poop. The bulk of my load pushed out at once, forming a nice, oval shaped bulge in the seat of my light blue corduroy pants.

It was such a comfortable load that I sighed with bliss, then I pushed again and it grew in size. At the same time, a sharp stink began to permeate the air and Jimmy began to draw it in through his nostrils. We both spotted another shopper pushing a cart down the aisle, a middle aged lady with a black purse hanging from her shoulder, so Jimmy sprang into action.

“Kyle pooped his pants,” he reported, prompting my mom to raise an eyebrow when she spotted me squatting in the middle of the aisle with a relaxed look on my face. Jimmy's words carried into the ears of the approaching shopper, who looked stunned at the sight of a little boy pooping his pants in the middle of the store. My mom turned and locked eyes with the lady, then she sprang into her own plan of action.

“Honey, did you poop your pants?” she asked with a knowing expression while I nodded my answer. She took me by the hand and I stood up straight, giving her and the lady in the aisle with us a perfect view of my bulging pant load. “Let's go get you cleaned up, honey.”

With that, she led me to the back of the store toward a familiar sign that read “Restrooms.” Taking both Jimmy and I into the family restroom so I could get cleaned up. I grinned when my pants came down and she pulled the waistband of my full undies back so she could see the load I pooped out.

“You had a big load in that naughty rear end of yours, honey,” she noted, patting the load with her palm and lifting it up so she could survey its weight. Finally, she pulled a long, succulent looking turd out of my underwear and held it under my nose so I could take a nice, pleasurable whiff, then she slid it into my mouth.

“Is that good, baby?” she asked, and I nodded happily while she went into my undies and fetched the next turd.

I took a deep whiff while I was still smashing and smearing my mouthful with my tongue, then I cooed, “It stinks so good, mama.”

With that, I opened up and she slid the hot loaf into my still full mouth, causing my cheeks to bulge obscenely. Letting me take my time and enjoy the mouthful, she dutifully fetched a pair of steaming turds from my underwear and offered them to Jimmy, who was watching with a wanton stare. While Jimmy was enjoying his mouthful, I swallowed what I had left in my mouth, then she fed me the remainder of my pant load. Pulling my still poop smeared undies back up, she kissed my cheek and we washed up at the sink, then we finished shopping.

As soon as we got home, I hurried to get back under the rim chair, eager for more feedings. Knowing how horny I was for poop, my mom and dad arranged for me to have an all day stream of feeders that didn't end until well after 7pm. Over the course of the day, my tummy cramped several times and I pooped in 5 more pair of undies that my mom set to the side. When the last of my feeders had bid me farewell, I had a cramping tummy and filled my sixth pair of briefs with hot poop, then my mom fed me from all 6 pairs of underwear while my dad watched me eat with an approving smile.

“Are you having a special Christmas Eve, baby?” my mom asked, and I nodded up at her as she rubbed my back and kissed the top of my head. “You've had quite a few feedings today, haven't you, Kyle?”

“Uh huh,” I said breathlessly, nodding my head in a trance like state as I thought about the multiple poop loads that I'd enjoyed all day.

When it was bedtime, my daddy picked my legs up and slid his long dong up my butt, then he treated me to a sleep inducing lay. At 1AM, he came into my room and buttfucked me again, then I curled up and went back to sleep, feeling totally sated. It was after 3 in the morning when I heard the jingle of sleigh bells and got up to investigate. I crept down the stairs and wandered into the living room, where I came across a sight that made me freeze.

It was Santa Claus, live and in person in my living room. He was putting presents under the tree, then he turned to fill our stockings and he spotted me.

“Little Kyle Smith,” he said, his smile warm while I sized him up. He was gigantic, at least as tall as my dad, but probably 350 pounds or more.

“Santa?” I wondered out loud, my voice still groggy, and he knelt down with his arms outstretched. I grinned as I ran up and gave him a hug, feeling him wrap his arms around my slight frame and hold me close. He lifted me onto his knee, then I watched while he pulled out a list and adjusted his spectacles.

“Oh for the love of God,” he suddenly exclaimed, and I looked up at him questioningly. With an exasperated tone, he declared, “First it was Jimmy Smith, then it was Alan Sexton, then Simon Anderson, and now you too?”

“Jimmy Smith, my cousin?” I asked, and he rolled his eyes.

“Of course, that makes all the sense in the world,” he said, seeming to search for his patience. “And let me guess, Alan and Simon are your little boy slut buddies, too.”

“I don't know who they are,” I admitted, looking up at his suddenly softening expression.

“It says here that you've been a naughty boy slut all year,” he said, and my mind started to race as I thought about the various boys and men I'd been putting out for all year. “But it also says you've been a very good toilet.”

I let loose with an involuntary moan as soon as I heard him say that, feeling a shiver of desire run through me.

“I'm a boy's bathroom,” I admitted. “I like it when guys poop in me.”

“It says here that you have quite the appetite, Kyle,” he revealed, and I nodded my confession. Almost as if he were simply going through a familiar routine, he asked, “Would you like to show Santa your room?”

“I can if you want,” I offered, then I reached down and squeezed his package through his red pants. “Or we can get undressed and have some fun by the Christmas tree.”

With that, my undies came down and he was out of his red pants in a flash. I quickly wrapped my lips around his delicious candy cane and sucked lustily, then I pulled off with a loud slurp and crawled onto the couch, eager to present my bottom to him for fucking.

I don't know how many different boys Santa was with that night before he got to me, but it must have been a lot, because Santa treated me to a deep, satisfying lay that seemed to go on and on. He made me orgasm anally, over and over again until finally, he planted the most fulfilling seed I'd ever been treated to in my life, right in my boy pussy. When he pulled out, I dropped to my knees and offered him the toilet, and he rewarded me with an impacted mouthful of hot poop that I'll never forget. The smell, taste, texture and temperature was everything I've ever dreamed of, and then some.

When it was down, I licked his naughty butt clean while he spoke to me.

“Kyle, your wish is to be an even busier toilet than you already are,” he said, and I nodded furiously without taking my face out of his crack. “Your wish will be granted this year, and every year after, too.”

I let go of another hot moan as a spontaneous boygasm rocked my small frame, the promise of being an even busier turd repository enough to spark an explosion inside of me.

As he was getting dressed, I asked him curiously, “Santa, who are Alan Sexton and Simon Anderson?”

“You'll get to know them soon enough, Kyle,” he assured me.

“Are they cute?” I asked, and he smiled knowingly at me.

“Talk to your cousin Jimmy,” he suggested with a wink.

“Okay, I promise,” I swore. “Santa?”

“Yes, Kyle?”

“Have you been to Jimmy Anderson's house?” I asked, wanting him to be prepared.

“Ah, little Jimmy Anderson,” he said jovially. “He's next on my list.”

“That's my boyfriend,” I told him. “He's really cute, too. He's a good toilet like me.”

“Thanks for the heads up, kid,” he said. “I suppose I already know what he wants for Christmas, just like you and the others.”

“Will you make it a busy year for him, too?” I asked, genuinely hoping for my little lover to have a busy boy's bathroom of a mouth all year, just like me.

“That's very sweet, buddy,” Santa said with a warm smile. “I promise that all of his wishes will come true, Kyle. And for your thoughtfulness, here's a bonus for you.”

With that, he waved his hand and smiled, then he said, “You'll want to go see your daddy as soon as I leave. He'll be needing the toilet all day, and so will your other feeders. Merry Christmas, Kyle.”

“Merry Christmas, Santa,” I cooed, then I hurried up the stairs, where my daddy was already coming down the hall, looking for his favorite toilet.

Coming Soon... Simon returns to the Urination section of the archive in, Simon Says Squat.

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