A Yule Log for Bobby, 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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The mood in the house on Christmas eve was serene as I looked over my shoulders and moaned. The lights that lined the outside of the house were so bright that they reflected in the kitchen, where I had joined my big brother David and my daddy for a cup of warm eggnog before bed. One thing led to another and before I knew it, I was naked from the waist down and offering my horny boy butt to daddy.

My eyes were only half opened as I luxuriated in the anal sex I was being treated to. It wasn't long until I felt my little body melt down as I accepted cock stroke after deep, satisfying cock stroke. I was on my feet, bent over at the kitchen counter with my feet spread wide and my bubble butt pointing up in the air. Daddy had a tight grip on my slender waist and was driving his prick downward into my upturned boy butt, making it queef while I moaned wildly.

All around us, the stink of my fudge filled boy butt was growing stronger with every thrust, and I found myself loving it. To my right, my big brother David was watching with a naughty smile, his pert nose working in concert with the continuous queefs that were ringing out. Between my legs, my little dick was soft as a marshmallow, dripping with boy pee while pleasure consumed my 13 year old body. Over my boyish moans and moist farts, I could hear the wet crackle of friction that daddy's prick was generating.

“Are you enjoying this fuck, baby?” he asked me without slowing his momentum, and I nodded at him with a helpless expression. “Daddy's kicking up a lot of stink from your horny shitter, buddy.”

“It smells good,” my brother said, his look hypnotic and his tone boyish. Then, with a hopeful inflection in his voice, he added, “I have some stink in my butt, too.”

“Oh yeah, kiddo?” daddy responded, then he let go of my right hip so he could tussle David's hair with a warm smile. When David nodded, daddy asked him, “You looking forward to having daddy slide into your tight rear end?”

“Yeah,” David sang, his voice filled with dreamy desire as he watched me take daddy's pleasure stick.

Letting my eyes roam David's 14 year old body, I took note of his tummy, which was rolling over and over while his chest heaved. Further down, his 4 inch erection was standing straight up, framed at the base by a tiny patch of pubic hair. His boy sized nut sack was pulled tight to his body and almost blended in with his skinny, hairless thighs.

“Give your baby brother a kiss, honey,” daddy instructed him, and David obediently complied by puckering up and planting a deep, tongue filled kiss on my mouth while daddy fed me strokes for another full minute. We broke our kiss when daddy buried his dong up my ass and froze, then he groaned and I could feel his cock throbbing as he unloaded his seed.

When he pulled out of my pooper, his dick had a nice brown layer of boy fudge on it and was dripping with hot cum. I was on my knees in a flash, wrapping my lips around daddy's poop coated dick and going down on it like the horny little cock hound I am. The flavor was intense as I swallowed his poop frosted dick, exploding in my mouth and giving me pleasures untold. I sealed my lips around the base of daddy's pleasure stick and formed a tight seal, then I diverted my gaze up to his smiling face. With a naughty shiver running through me, I slowly dragged my lips all the way up to the crown, scraping a copious helping of boy poop from his dick and pulling it into my mouth. When I reached the end of his pole, I had a generous heap of my poop resting between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, so I opened wide and showed it off to daddy and David before I sealed my lips again and smashed it with my tongue.

“Is it good?” David asked me with a knowing grin, his voice almost a whisper as he spoke.

I nodded slowly, then I swallowed with a satisfied sigh. As soon as my naughty mouthful was down, David took his turn by slipping his mouth over the end of daddy's prick and deep throating it while I savored the naughty flavor in my mouth.

“You really enjoyed that mouthful, didn't you Bobby?” daddy asked, eliciting a smile from me while I licked my lips. “I know there's not much more that my boys love than sucking a dirty dick.”

With that, he reached down and caressed David's face, earning a smile from my big bubba while he deep throated daddy for a few more minutes.

While David was treating himself to daddy's full length, I decided to treat myself to a taste of his ass. So I put myself at his backside and pulled him up at the hips, then I buried my face in his ass and ate him deep. The taste of his horny poop chute was getting me hot again, and I didn't want to pull my tongue away. So I tilted my head back and dug in deeper, making my bubba moan while daddy talked to him.

“Did Bobby get all the poop off daddy's prick?” I heard him ask, and my brother moaned while he shook his head no and ground his ass against my face. “It looked like he had a nice mouthful, didn't it?”

“Mmm Hmm,” David moaned hotly as he swallowed daddy's prick over and over. “Did you get a nice mouthful, too?”

Once again, David nodded while he deep throated our daddy with a hypnotic moan while I latched onto his stinky butthole and sucked on it like I was giving a hickey.

“It looks like your baby brother might be in the mood for something naughty tonight,” daddy noted, and this time I was the one who nodded while I licked and sucked on the opening to David's poop chute. “What do you think your baby brother's after back there?”

Pulling off of daddy's prick with a wet slurp, David moaned, “He's in the mood for poop.”

I shivered hard at those words, and once again, I nodded in agreement while David slipped his mouth back over the end of daddy's boner.

“Do you have any poop in that horny bottom of yours, kiddo?” daddy asked him with a knowing smile. When David nodded, I moaned gutturally and pressed deeper with my tongue, wanting to send the signal that I was in the naughtiest of moods.

Daddy let us stay where we were for a little while longer, then he pulled David off his prick and encouraged me to pull my grinning face out of my bubba's deep crevice.

“Let's go to the bathroom, boys,” he said, his voice tender and welcoming. He led us to the guest bathroom downstairs and took a seat on the toilet so he could watch the show. David placed his hands on the counter at the sink while I got on my knees and crawled up to his boy butt. I watched daddy run his hands up and down David's naked 5 foot frame, letting them roam his bare chest and legs, then they went to his tummy and he gave it a rub.

I felt impatient as I parted his plump buns and leaned in for a whiff of his tasty poop chute, then I tugged on his hips with a moan. David responded by parting his feet, then he bent his knees and lowered his bubble butt so that it was resting on my face. His butthole was directly over my opened mouth, and I could feel its heat thrusting into my face and up my nose while I treated myself to a hard sniff.

“You ready, baby boy?” daddy asked me, and I felt his fingers run through my brown head of hair as I nodded. Then to David, he said, “Feed your baby brother, son. He's very hungry.”

With that, David's body tensed up and his thigh muscles flexed. At the same time, his hole bloomed and a moist crackle filled the room. I started moaning right away, and felt my boygasm erupt as a thrust of hot, stinky air filled my mouth. David's hole farted, then the crackle picked up speed and he pushed a hot mound of turds into my mouth that crammed in and took every available space. I had boy poop crammed between my gum line and my cheeks, smeared between my teeth and packed tight against the roof of my mouth. The stink was dark and intense, with a hint of heady cheese. The flavor was incredibly sharp and filthy, and I loved it.

As I sat back on my knees and took the time to savor my naughty mouthful, daddy and David were watching with interest. My mouth was so packed that my lips were bulging and my lips were pooched out, but I was in paradise as I began to use my tongue to negotiate the pile of boy poop.

“It looks like you gave your bubba exactly what he wanted for Christmas,” daddy praised David, and I nodded through a naughty moan. He cupped my brother's head and planted a kiss on his lips, then he said, “Good boy.”

“Thanks daddy,” David cooed, then he took a seat on daddy's thigh and watched me make a pig out of myself with his poop load.

When I swallowed, David got up from daddy's lap and fed me the rest of his buttload, a lone turd that emerged with the sound of a hot, wet fart, then he let me lick his crevice clean. When I finally took my tongue away from his crack, David fell to his knees and had his own Christmas wish fulfilled when he wrapped his lips around daddy's prick. I watched daddy shut his eyes for a moment, then he relaxed and let his pee load flow while David gulped it all down.

“I love my two little toilets,” daddy praised us as David swallowed the last of his acrid bladderful. I parted my bubba's ass cheeks and searched for more boy poop to lick up, then David helped me to my feet and we shared a pee and poop flavored French kiss.

When we broke our kiss, daddy smiled lovingly at us while we licked the smeared poop from our lips.

“Let's get in the shower and get you two tucked in,” daddy said, leading us out of the bathroom. “Santa isn't going to stop for two shit faced little boys who aren't asleep.”

It was 4 in the morning when I heard the sound of sleigh bells on the roof. I pulled the covers back and slipped out of my room, then I crept downstairs to inspect the noise further. My bubble butt was jiggling with every step I took while my little dick had retracted all the way in its skin. The house was warm and the lights from the Christmas tree were glowing against the ceiling as I rounded the corner and set my eyes on the rotund man placing presents under the tree.

“Santa?” I said, my sleepy voice cracking as I called his name.

“Little Bobby Stevenson,” he said, his voice just as jolly as I'd always heard. As I walked closer, he looked my naked body up and down, then he looked at a long piece of paper he was holding and nodded.

I was a little apprehensive as I walked up to him, wondering what was on the paper. I'd always heard that he made a list and checked it twice, and I wondered what he knew about me. But all of my concerns were washed away when he opened his arms for me to go to him for a hug. I wrapped my arms around his neck and felt his white gloves roaming my 4' 9” body.

“You're not wearing any clothes,” he noted, and I answered by shaking my head no while he held the paper up and read from it. “It says here that you've been a very good little gay boy this year. It also says you're a hungry little turd burglar.”

“I am, Santa,” I admitted, then I felt the soothing satin touch of his gloves running over my exposed boy buns. “I ate poop before I went to bed.”

“I see that,” he said, eyeing the paper but keeping it just out of my line of sight so I couldn't see what else it said. “And from reading my list, I know just what to give you for Christmas.”

With that, Santa guided me to the couch, where I climbed onto the cushions on my hands and knees. I held onto the backrest and presented my horny rear end for fucking. I felt a carnal eruption as my rear end filled up with his north pointing pole, then he started thrusting and I felt my little body beam with the magic of a Christmas morning service. When he planted his holiday seed in my butt, I was totally sated and watched with dreamy eyes as he withdrew his staff. My body seemed to float to the middle of the living room floor, where I opened wide and watched with a horny smile as his rosy ass came to rest over my mouth. With magic dancing around my grinning face, I watched him pinch a pair of hot, delicious loaves off into my men's room of a mouth, then I spent a luscious afterglow smashing and smearing my gift while he went into his sack of gifts and put presents under the tree.

As a final offering to me on Christmas morning, Santa let me lick smeared poop out of his crack while I moaned. I heard his tummy rumble, then he treated me to a yummy fart that added to my bliss. Finally, I pulled my face out of his crack and was about to say goodbye when I spotted my brother David watching from the staircase, chewing on his pinky as he watched me licking smeared poop from around my mouth.

“Back to bed with you, Bobby,” Santa told me, then he gave David a smile. “It's time for Santa to spend some special time with your brother.”

Up Next: A Yule Log for David

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