Breakfast in Bed, a short story by Josh Terrence


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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“Jimmy, I'm leaving for work in 30 minutes,” my mom said, sitting on the side of my bed and caressing my short dark bangs. “Are you hungry?”

“I'm okay right now, mom,” I said, my teenaged voice cracking as I did my best to conceal the boner that was pressing tight to my smooth pubic bone.

“Do you want me to make you some breakfast,” my mom asked, sitting on the side of my bed and caressing my dark, sweaty bangs as a surge of precum rolled out of the end of my erection and oozed into the small patch of hair growing at its base.

“I'm going to have something later,” I assured her with a smile, watching as she caressed my soft cheek with a sigh. “I have class at 11:45 today.”

“Okay, sweetie,” she said with a warm inflection, then she leaned over and planted a kiss on the end of my nose. Sitting up, she let her eyes roam my room, where my clothes were scattered all around. As soon as she spotted my skidmarked briefs laying on the floor, she gave me a sympathetic smile and said, “Put your undies in the wash today and mommy will wash them for you, Jimmy.”

“I promise, mom,” I said with a blush, then she set her eyes on another pair of not so tidy whities that were laying right by my head. I quickly realized that I had forgotten to hide them the night before, instead leaving them by my nose and taking deep whiffs while I drifted into a sweet dream. Picking them up off of the bed and holding them up so she could inspect them closer, she gave them a long, neutral look, then she turned them over and took note of the pee stained pouch.

“Did you have an accident last night, son?” she asked in an understanding tone. Unable to think of anything else to say, I nodded through embarrassed eyes while she got up and took my dirty briefs with her. “Don't be embarrassed, Jimmy. It's not like it hasn't happened before.”

“Thanks, mom,” I said in a small voice, watching as she leaned down and picked up the other three pairs of wrecked briefs that were laying on my bedroom floor, stained with pee, poop and cum.

“Your welcome, sweetie,” she told me, still smiling warmly. Then, with a hopeful smile, she added, “You know, if you want to talk about your problem, you always can.”

With that, she turned and walked out of my room while I reached under my covers and pulled out a pair of poop stained undies that I had hidden there. Taking a long, deep whiff, I shuddered as the washing machine started and my mom resumed her morning routine.

At 8am, I listened as my mom walked out the front door, her keys jingling as she locked the door behind her. I was still laying in my bed, my hard as steel boy cock pressed flat against my pubic bone as the sound of her car starting filled my ears. I heard her back out of the parking spot in front of our apartment. I paid close attention as the engine noise of her car got distant, then it wasn't there at all. Feeling a strong shiver run through my 18 year old body, I reached over and picked up my phone, my tummy growling as I found the name of our landlord in my address book and sent the call.

“She's gone,” I practically stuttered as my body burned with so much passion that I could barely form my words. “I'll be in my bed when you get here. Just let yourself in.”

Five minutes later, I felt my body surge with carnal energy as the sound of the deadbolt turning filled my ears. When the front door opened, my drooling boyhood was on fire and I knew that if I laid so much as a finger on it, I would shoot a hot load all over my tummy. As his heavy footsteps made their way down the hallway to my room, I felt a sweet burn all over my groin region that was gripping my balls and my sweaty, unkempt anus.

As soon as he walked into my room, he smiled through his mustache and asked, “Breakfast in bed, sweetie?”

“Yes, please,” I whimpered, watching as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers. A sharp, rich stink filled my nose as soon as his pants came down, and I couldn't help but notice that his cock was rock hard, raging with authority at its full 8 ½ inches. I was still holding my skidmarked briefs to my nose, but the odor of his anus was so overpowering that it was the only thing I could smell anymore. With a soft moan, I breathed in his rich aroma while I watched him peel my covers back, exposing my young, smooth body and my stiff boner.

There was more precum pouring out of my piss slit than I originally thought, and it was all collecting in the shallow well between my pubic bone and my abdomen. I reached out and ran my fingers along his manhood, loving how its heat and rigidity complimented its length. I gazed up at him with a smile, watching his eyes as they studied my 4 ¾ inch rod, noticing how skinny and puny it was compared to his trophy. I batted my eyes up at him to acknowledge what we were both seeing, then I let my hand travel up to his pudgy belly.

Using the flat of my hand, I gave it a gentle, circular rub, wanting him to know that I was ready for my meal to be served. Nodding down at me, he crawled onto my chest, facing the foot of my bed and letting his knees rest on either side of my body while he lowered his sweaty, stinky rump over my opened, watering mouth and my sniffing nose. Once again, I felt the flames of teen boy desire raging as he settled his sharp smelling butt over my face, then he ground it in a circular motion while I moaned hotly and used my tongue to explored his crack.

I took no less than ten deep licks along the valley of his crevice, loving how the stink seemed to embed itself on my tongue and infuse with my saliva. Each time my scratchy tongue made a pass across his smelly pucker, I felt my little dick jump with excitement. Finally, I could wait no more and I opened wide, rubbing his thigh with my left hand while he strained loudly.

His hole bloomed slowly, right over my watering mouth, then a powerful thrust of stinky air completely encapsulated my grinning face. He let loose with a hot, silent fart that filled me with a preview of what was coming, then a moist crackle carried into my ears. It was slow at first, then it gained in speed and all at once, it got louder. As his crackling increased in speed and volume, his hole expanded and the head of a dark, thick turd came into view.

As soon as I saw it appear, it pushed straight through my lips, running along the inner lining of my cheek and making it bulge. As it continued to grow in length, it hit the back of my mouth and turned sharply, taking the shape of a long horseshoe as it continued to grow swiftly. When it finally pinched off, I had a long, thick and bulbous turd that was steaming heavily in my mouth, giving me chills of near orgasmic pleasure. I used my tongue to survey its properties, taking immediate note of its heat, density and above all, its flavor. Filled with dark, decadent notes and an unmistakable sharpness that matched the odor that was pouring into my nose.

Giving into my desires, I used my tongue to smash the thick, pleasing log against the roof of my mouth. I could feel it smearing into the top of my tongue, its flavor embedding into my salivary glands while its heat and softness added to the ambiance of the moment. As I continued to smear the treat with my tongue, I could feel thick dollops hanging from the roof of my mouth while my boy sized boner sizzled between my legs. The sharp stink that was in the air was giving me chills, but the same aroma was pouring into the back of my nasal cavity through my mouth and I hoped it would never leave me.

When I finally swallowed the stinky gift that my visitor had presented, I took to his crack, licking it with an indulgent smile. There was so much poop caked into his crack that I was able to pull in thick heaps with every pass of my tongue, loving the extra helping that I was being treated to. I stayed on my back and licked for as long as he would let me, and soon there was nothing left but a dark red pucker and a smelly taint. I leaned in and took one last whiff, then he crawled down to the foot of the bed and lifted my skinny, hairless legs off of the mattress and lined his rod up to my boy pussy.

As his cock sank into my hole, I smiled up at him brownly, loving the heat that his man meat was filling me with. My ankles were resting on his shoulders and my erection was pressing hard against my smooth pubic bone. There was a modest puddle of precum that was running off of my body as I accepted his cock, then he began to thrust and I moaned boyishly.

“So hot and tight,” he complimented me, and I responded by reaching out and caressing his pudgy gut. “You're an amazing little toilet, Jimmy.”

“You feel really nice in me too, stud,” I told him, my cracking voice so shaky that I could hardly get the words out. “Thanks for using me this morning.”

“Anytime, baby boy,” he assured me, then he rutted his cock deep and filled my ass with a hot load of spunk that send a strong shiver through me. As soon as his cock stopped shooting its cum, he regained his composure and said, “Are you in the mood for some piss?”

“Yeah,” I moaned softly, watching him with stars in my eyes as he pulled out of me and picked my skidmarked briefs up from the bed to wide his cock clean. I watched with animated eyes as he got out of the bed, standing at my side and offering his dick for me to wrap my lips around. As soon as I formed a nice, tight seal around his glans, he let loose with a loud fart and his flow started. Gulping furiously, I knew that it would be impossible for me to keep up, so I let his yellow love potion run down the sides of my mouth and soak my pillow. When his flow started to wain, I caught up again and took the rest down my throat, then I sighed as he let loose with three last, strong shots and shook off over my opened mouth.

“You all set now, kiddo?” he asked, and I nodded happily as he handed me my stinky boy briefs. “Here you are, champ.”

He watched with a lecherous smile as I held them close to my nose and took a deep, satisfying whiff of my skidmarked seat, then he patted my satisfied tummy before he got up and saw himself out.

Coming Soon... Kenny Reports for Doodie


Other Work by Josh Terrence:

Gay/Adult-Youth Fiction

Gay/Incest Fiction

Gay/Urination Fiction

Gay/Young Friends Fiction


All You Can Eat

The Persistent Trespasser

The Boy at My Door

The Coupling


Bobby's Thanksgiving Feast

The Birthday Boy

The Trouble With Austin

Saturday Morning Splendor

Taylor Made


Alan's Brown Experience

James' Secret

Kyle's Afterschool Snack


Simon Spreads His Legs

Short Stories:

Oliver's Eatery

Friday Night Delight

Spencer on the Prowl

The Rear Entrance

Justin's Peculiar Tail

Sticky Sweet Relief

At The Park

Ethan's Shameless Turn

Mason Gets Laid

A Package for Simon

A Ride Through the City

Andrew's Pajama Party

Keith's Guilty Pleasure

Corey in the Morning

Adam Needs a Ride

Sean's Day Out

A Curious Tug of War

A Stir in Ian's Bottom

Jason in the Men's Room

An After School Quickie

Short Stories:

The King and the Prince

Rite of Passage

The Family Seed

Daddy's Boy

Rearing Derick

Home for Lunch

Spare the Rod

Daddy Takes Control

Daddy's Little Prancer

Jimmy's Chaperone

Stuart's Insatiable Itch

Short Stories:

Phillip's Spending Habits

The Park Toilet

The Party Pooper

Hunter's Fetish

Cooper's Naughty Craving

Short Stories:

Saturday Morning Cruise