A Yule Log for Kenny, 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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“Does the fire feel good, babe?” Harry asked his wife, who was sitting next to him on the couch. She was tucked under his arm while in her lap, 12 year old Kenny was looking up at her and his dad with a look of wonder in his eyes. His brown hair was a little damp and disheveled but he smelled like baby lotion and ointment. He was shirtless, and below the waist he had on a pair a white boy briefs but nothing else. Mrs. Henderson had her son cradled in her arms, gently rocking him as he nursed on her exposed breast. In the white fabric of his briefs, the outline of his tiny boy boner strained through the pouch.

“The baby had such a busy day today,” she said, stroking her son's soft cheek with a loving smile.

“He was our little stinker today, wasn't he?” Harry agreed, and Kenny beamed at the loving praise from his parents. “How many times did he shit his britches today?”

“He treated himself to four big pant loads,” Mrs. Henderson said proudly. “He enjoyed every single one of them, too. Didn't you, honey?”

Without disengaging from his mama's teat, 12 year old Kenny nodded his answer, prompting his daddy to reach down and rub his exposed tummy.

“He's going to have such a Merry Christmas tomorrow,” Mrs. Henderson said with a soft inflection. “He's been a good boy all year long.”

“Santa's going to bring him something special,” Harry promised, and Kenny moaned softly. “Did you enjoy your dessert tonight, honey?”

Kenny nodded, making his mom and dad gush as they peered down at their baby boy.

“Do you want mommy and daddy to tell you the story, sweetie?” Mrs. Henderson asked with a gentle tone. Kenny nodded again, this time with a satisfied sigh around her nipple while he settled in for his bedtime story.

With a warm smile between them, the doting parents shared a kiss on the lips and reminisced on Kenny's day.

“His first pantload was right after breakfast,” Mrs. Henderson glowed, then she looked over to the corner nearest the front door and smiled. “He stood right over there and pooped his pants. He must have shit for 5 minutes or more.”

“He was so hungry for that load, too,” Harry remembered fondly while Kenny listened intently. “He ate every single bit of it, then sucked the shit smears right out of his undies.”

“His next load was even bigger,” Mrs. Henderson said, and Kenny nodded around her nipple while she went on. “He came out to the garage and squatted in the middle of the floor so he could crap his pants again. Didn't you, baby?”

“Mmm Hmm,” Kenny answered softly, his eyes fluttering as he suckled diligently.

“I didn't even take him to the bathroom,” she went on. “I just waited for him to finish, then I went into his britches and fed him the load.”

“I know he loved that,” Harry doted, and Kenny moaned again.

“He did,” Mrs. Henderson smiled, then the pair shared another kiss. “When his undies were empty, I took them down and wiped his ass with them, then I let him suck on the seat while I dressed him in a clean pair.”

“Are those the ones he shit while we were making dinner?” Harry asked. Kenny and Mrs. Henderson nodded at the same time, causing the loving parents to beam with pride at their boy.

“He was hungry for more poop,” the doting mother said. “Our baby never gets enough. Do you, honey?”

“Uh uh,” Kenny answered, shaking his head no while his eyes started to get heavy.

“Well he had a nice, healthy load to enjoy,” Harry noted, then he leaned down and kissed his sleepy boy on the lips. “And he took an even healthier shit after dinner.”

“His biggest load all day,” Mrs. Henderson said with a proud inflection. “It was so big that it almost pushed down his legs.”

“I know my little toilet enjoyed his feeding after dinner, didn't he?” Harry said, and Kenny nodded with a sleepy sigh. “Then he had a big dessert.”

With that, the parents kissed again while Harry patted his empty tummy and went on.

“He was so hungry for daddy's shit load,” the man noted, and Kenny smiled blissfully. Seeing that his little boy was drifting off to sleep, Harry gave him one more kiss and told him, “Goodnight, little one. When you wake up, it's going to be Christmas.”

With that, Kenny's eyes fluttered and he drifted off to sleep, still nursing on his mama's teat. His doting mama used both arms to support his weight, keeping him cradled in her arms as she stood up. She felt her husband's hand come to rest on her back, her prompt to proceed to Kenny's room. Not wanting to make her baby boy detach from her nipple while he was still nursing, she waited for her husband to pull the covers back on Kenny's twin bed and got in. She positioned her sleeping boy so that he was plastered to her side, then she watched Harry climb in beside them. The man used his fingers to ease the boy's tighty whities down, then he placed his throbbing erection up to Kenny's entrance and slid in balls deep.

Without waking, the little boy sighed with contentment around his mama's teat while his daddy fed him gentle strokes of cock that stimulated the sweetest dreams a little bottom boy can have.

At 5am, Kenny's eyes started to blink and he woke up to the sound of sleigh bells on the roof. His mom and dad had long ago gone to their own room, leaving him with a teddy bear to hold while he slept. His undies were pulled back up and there was a thick bed of dry sperm that had cooled in his deep crevice.

His first inclination was to let his bladder go and soak his bed, but for the first time in his entire 12 years, he decided against it. Instead, he got up and walked out to the living room so he could investigate the noise. As he entered the room, he was greeted by the site of Santa emerging from the chimney.

“Damn it, how many times do I have to tell these people not to leave the fire going on Christmas eve!” he exclaimed, brushing the warm ash from his red suit, then he spotted Kenny and quickly composed himself.

“Little Kenny Henderson,” he said with a jovial smile, and the little boy blushed and nodded. Before Santa could kneel, Kenny ran up to him and wrapped his arms around the man's waist.

“Merry Christmas, Santa,” Kenny said, his young voice filled with wonder.

“Merry Christmas, son,” the man said, then he adjusted his spectacles and looked at his list. Clearing his throat, he said, “I see here that you've been a very good boy this year.”

“I have?” Kenny asked, his tone a mix of relief and confusion. Santa raised an eyebrow, causing Kenny to quickly backtrack and say, “I mean... yes, I've been good all year.”

“Let me have a second look,” the jolly old saint said, running over the list again. “I see it also says that you've been a very hungry little poop lover. Is that true?”

“Yes Santa,” Kenny admitted in a small voice. When the man gave him a warm smile, Kenny blushed again and said, “I think you're really cute.”

Santa gave the boy a kind smile, then went back to the list to read more. Nodding his head, he said, “I see here that you've had a busy rear end as of late.”

“I have, Santa,” the boy admitted.

“Well, Kenny, I'm going to give you the gift of an even busier rear end,” the man said with a jovial smile, and the boy gasped with a surprised smile. “I also have something special for you, son.”

“What is it, Santa?” the boy asked with a wondrous tone while Santa's hand slipped into the seat of his underwear.

“Let's take those britches down and I'll show you,” Santa said with a wink, then he eased Kenny's underwear down and the horny little guy stepped out of them. Santa took care to pick them up from the floor and make sure they were folded neatly on the couch, then he drank in the sight of Kenny standing in front of him. He admired the slight frame of the little guy, and took stock of his plump bare bottom and little boner that were on full display.

That was all it took for Santa's North pointing pole to stiffen up in his red suit. He quickly unbuckled his black belt and out it sprang. Seeing the flesh sword gave little Kenny chills of delight, and he eagerly laid on his back on the couch with his legs pulled all the way back. He bit his lower lip and watched with anticipation as Santa placed the head of his prick up to his already well fucked hole and pushed it through the entrance.

Kenny's little body was on fire as his rear end filled up with the glorious scepter that Santa was wielding, then he felt a surreal burst of pleasure that never left him. With every thrust of Santa's cane, the pleasure intensified and the little bottom found himself drowning in a sea of holiday joy. Santa fed him a long series of deep, satisfying thrusts, then he planted his seed and Kenny's rear end was overloaded with contentment.

When he pulled out, the youngster had stars in his eyes. Santa leaned down and pressed his lips up to Kenny's, planting a deep kiss on his mouth that made the boy moan into his white beard. When they broke their kiss, Santa guided the boy to the middle of the living room floor and fulfilled his final wish. While little Kenny Henderson gazed up at the obese bearer of gifts with a dreamy smile, Santa's chute opened up and a long, thick loaf made its descent into his mouth.

As it was filling his turd repository, Kenny's little dick danced around by itself as a punishing boygasm swept him away. When it pinched off, Kenny's body reached the peak of his pleasure and he indulged in an extended smearing of the load with his tongue while Santa got dressed. The jolly old Saint admired the depravity of the little toilet as he chewed and savored his gift.

“I see you're enjoying that load, Kenny,” he said, and the boy nodded. “You're a dedicated little toilet, and I think you deserve something special.”

With that, he gave the young toilet a wink and waved his hand slowly through the air. Upstairs, Henry felt the first of several powerful gas pains grip his tummy and started to blink.

“Merry Christmas, Kenny,” Santa said with a wink. “When you finish up down here, you need to hurry upstairs. Your daddy's going to need the toilet all day.”

Coming Soon: Bobby makes his debut in the urination section of the archive in Bobby Dines at the Brown Loaf Cafe

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