Kyle's After School Snack by Josh Terrence Chapter 75
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It was 6:45 in the evening when the doorbell rang. My mom and dad were in the kitchen, doing the dishes, and I was wrapping up my homework. My bottom was humming with pleasure, mainly due to two satisfying butt fuckings that I was treated to courtesy of my dad. My first butt fuck happened when he got home from work and spotted me breastfeeding on the couch. He quickly dropped his trousers and waved his cock under my nose, and for the first time, I voluntarily released my mom's nursing teat. Without a word, I dropped my undies and got on my hands and knees on the couch, presenting my available, horny rear end to him for a two minute quickie.
My second back door service was right after dinner. My mom was clearing the table and I was laying out my homework. My dad walked up from behind and planted a kiss on my cheek, then he ran his palms all over my bubble butt. I responded with a moan, then I begged him to pull my undies down and bend me over the table. Three minutes later, my boy pussy was on fire as he shot a forceful load up my butt that I kept with me while I did my English homework. My rear end was trembling the entire time, contracting forcefully as the afterglow of my last lay stayed with me.
As soon as the doorbell rang, my mom walked out of the kitchen, drying her hands with a dish towel as she made her way to the front door. I watched curiously from the table as she opened the door, then I heard the familiar voices on the other side of the door and felt a powerful shudder run through me.
“Mrs. Smith, can we use the toilet?” I heard Mike ask with a note of desperation in his voice. “We have to go poop really bad.”
“I'm about to have an accident,” I heard Matt complain just as my mom stepped to the side and let them in.
“Come in, boys,” she said in a warm tone. “I want you both to use the toilet, okay? I want you both to have a really big poop, too. Make sure that you're both empty before you come out. I'm sure daddy would like to spend some special time with you afterwards.”
“We promise, Mrs. Smith,” Matt said in a grateful tone as I pulled away from the table and got up, anxious to hurry up the stairs so that I could get under the chair.
I smiled at my two feeders as I made my way to the staircase, grateful that I was being treated to an impromptu visit from Mike and Matt. I was hoping that they each had a healthy pile of hot turds to drop in my mouth. I had been certain that my feedings were over for the day, but then I saw Mike and Matt wincing and holding their tummies, and a smile spread out across my face. As I took site of my two feeders standing there with urgent looks on their faces, I felt a shiver of desire run through me and hurried up the stairs.
Without taking my undies down, I scrambled to get under the chair and opened wide, eager for a large helping of boy poop from both of my visitors. Mike quickly dropped his pants and underwear while I watched from under the chair, then his sweaty, stinky rump filled the space over my head. Unable to control my moaning, I opened wide and panted, watching his sphincter expand over my watering mouth. I was so hot for him to bake a hot, fresh loaf of boy poop in my mouth that I was shivering with anticipation. I heard my mom walk in just as the head of a thick turd started to emerge, but I was so immersed in my feeding that I didn't bat an eye. Instead, I sealed my lips around his blooming hole and felt them expand as a long, soft turd that took the shape of a hot dog bun pushed through them. It was so moist and delicious, and as it pushed in, I felt lightheaded with pleasure.
When it pinched off, I moaned around the luscious, dinner sized turd that I was accommodating in my boy's bathroom of a mouth. I showed my impacted mouthful off to my mom, who was smiling and taking deep whiffs of the stinky loaf I was moaning around. When I started smashing it with my tongue, it's delicious flavor started to burst in my mouth, prompting me to smear it against my cheeks and my gums before I swallowed. Eager to have my mouth refilled with hot poop right away, I opened wide and moaned up into Mike's rear end. For my dedication, I was rewarded with a trio of long, hot poop logs that filled my turd repository to the brim. They were so stinky and so delicious, and I wasted little time in smashing them with my tongue so that I could sharpen the stink and enhance the luscious flavor. When I finally swallowed them, Mike gifted me one last turdlette, a final gift from my generous feeder.
Before I could lick his rear end clean, Mike hopped up and a frantic Matt hopped on. Knowing that he was desperate to unload a pile of turds right away, I opened wide and sealed my lips around his pooper. Instantaneously, his hole opened up and he pushed a thick, luscious poop log out of his hole that crackled loudly as it filled my mouth. It was so long and firm that it broke in half when it hit the roof of my mouth, then it continued to bully its way in. Once again, it grew so long that it broke, then a long, firm section started to grow again and I found myself with an impacted mouthful of hot, firm boy poop. The stink was incredibly dark and luscious, giving me a thrill as I chewed it up and swallowed like a good little poop lover. When it was down, I opened my turd receptacle wide and welcomed another long, thick turd that Matt pushed into it with force. As it pushed its way into my toilet mouth, I felt it conforming to the contours of my cheeks, coiling tight like a piece of dog poop. When it broke off, I had a stink laden tip smeared against my upper lip, sending its dreamy aroma right into my nostrils.
I found myself lost in my own world as I used my tongue to smash his meaty offering against the roof of my mouth. I felt my mom reach out and run her fingers through my brown hair, so I opened wide and showed off my treat, then I swallowed with a satisfied sigh. When I sealed my lips around Matt's poop smeared hole, he blew a loud, gassy fart out that sprayed my face with several poop splatters. I stayed where I was and moaned, then I felt his hole flex and he released a dark, king sized candy bar that gave me nothing but pleasure as I smashed and chewed it up.
I stayed where I was, licking Matt's rear end clean, then he got up and Mike sat back down. I was preparing to lick his bottom clean like a good little butt licker, but much to my surprise, my feeding wasn't over yet. As I lanced up into his poop smeared crack with my tongue, his hole opened up and he pinched a long, thick loaf off over my opened mouth. It took me by surprise, so when I saw it emerging, I acted quickly by placing my left hand under it for support. With the turd now growing in length, I wrapped my lips around its head and let it push into my mouth. When I had the entire turd safely in my mouth, I chewed and swallowed like a good toilet. While I was savoring my brown mouthful, Mike released a series of gassy farts that blew straight into my nose, and I loved it. When my hot dessert was finally down, I took to Mike's poop smeared bottom, licking it clean while he continued to fart in my face. Between each indulgent lick of his butt crack, I treated myself to long, drawn out whiffs of his butt perfume while I moaned in a depraved manner.
When my feeders were finished using my turd repository, they aimed their flaccid dicks into the chair and unleashed at the same time. I opened wide, eager to give them a urinal to use, and accepted as much of their pee as I could. When my mouth overflowed, I was treated to a warm golden shower while my mom watched with a smile. When my spa treatment was complete, they shook off over my grinning face. When they were finally done, they thanked my mom for letting them use the bathroom, then they hiked their pants and went downstairs.
My mom took the chair out of the tub and set it to the side while I sat still and watched with a naughty smile, still licking thick heaps of butt pudding from around my mouth. With a loving smile, she took my hand and helped me stand, then we both watched as warm pee ran out of my soaked undies, sending wet trails down my legs. I felt another shudder run through me as a powerful stink kicked up all around my body while my mom and I took in the sight of Mike and Matt's pee running down my legs.
“Did you have a nice feeding, baby?” she asked, and I nodded with a dreamy sigh. She leaned in and kissed my right cheek, then she sniffed my face and nodded. “I think my little poop lover needs to soak in the tub.”
She eased my wet, poop splotched undies off of my hips, instructing me to step out of them. When I did, she took me by the hand and helped me step out of the tub, then she rinsed it out and put the plug in the drain, letting it fill with water. While the tub filled with water, she got my toothbrush down and told me to brush. While I was brushing my teeth, she went to the hallway for a moment, then she returned with a new toothbrush and bubbles for my bath.
She added bubbles to the tub, then she unwrapped my new toothbrush and supervised me while I used it. When my teeth were clean, I blew my minty breath in her face with a grin, earning me an approving smile, then she helped me into the tub. As soon as she turned the faucet off, the sounds of Matt and Mike moaning carried into my ears. I shared a knowing smile with my mom while she washed my body from head to toe with soap and a wash rag, then she let me soak a little longer while she went down the hall to my room. At some point, the moaning died down, then I heard the front door open and close and I knew that my older lovers were walking home with satisfied rear ends.
After my bath, my mom wrapped me up in a towel and carried me to my room. I laid still while she dressed me, letting her lift my legs and rub baby lotion into my boy pussy, then all over my little rod and my balls. She powdered my bottom well, then she dressed me in boy undies and a pair of Lego Pajama's that I had pooped in the night before. When I was dressed in my jammies, she put my binky in and picked me up, planting a kiss on my cheek as she carried me downstairs. When we got to the family room, my dad was on his cell phone with a look of concern on his face.
“Why don't you two come right over,” he said. “We'll talk all of this out.”
My mom let me down and I took a seat in the recliner while I paid attention to his conversation.
“You aren't a bad mother,” he said, his voice laced with emotion. “I know that, and we love him very much. Bring him over here and we'll talk about everything, okay? It's not a problem at all.”
With that, he hung the phone up and gave my mom a worried look.
“What's wrong, honey?” she asked, as my dad took a seat.
“Jimmy's giving his mom a lot of stress,” he said. “He's eating shit out of his pants right in front of her. Apparently he's eating dog crap in front of her, too.”
“Kyle, honey, do you know anything about this?” my mom asked, and I nodded slowly. “You know, it's not a good idea for Jimmy to do that in front of his mom. I wish we'd have known that's what he was doing.”
“I'm sorry for not telling you,” I said in a small voice. “Am I in trouble?”
“No buddy, you aren't,” my dad said warmly. “We're going to work things out for Jimmy and his mom, but from now on, I want you to tell us when something like this is going on, okay?”
“Okay,” I agreed, looking up at my mom and dad and studying their distressed faces. “Mom, dad?”
“Yes honey?” my mom said.
“I'm sorry,” I said quietly, prompting my mom and dad to hold their arms out for me to come to them. My dad lifted me into his lap and gave me a long hug while my mom kissed my cheek and ran her fingers through my damp head of hair.
“Don't be sorry, baby,” my mom said. “Everything will be fine.”
With that, I settled myself on my dad's lap and let him rub my back, then the doorbell rang and my mom got up. Moments later, Jimmy and his mom came into the living room, holding hands. Jimmy gave me a distressed look, and I felt my heart sink. He sat Indian style in front of the couch while my mom sat next to my dad and his mom sat on the end cushion. He was wearing a pair of green Incredible Hulk pajamas and his hair was combed, but he was pouting and I could see that he had been crying.
“So what's going on?” my mom asked, and Jimmy's mom shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
“Why don't you start by telling Mr. and Mrs. Smith what you do, Jimmy?” his mom said, raising an eyebrow at her son. Jimmy looked up at my mom and dad with sad eyes, then he looked up at me as tears welled up in his eyes.
“Buddy, why don't you go sit over on the recliner so daddy can talk to Jimmy, okay?” my dad said softly as he scooted me out of his lap. I dutifully went over to the recliner while Jimmy got up from the floor and melted into my dad's embrace. I watched as my dad's strong arms enveloped his little frame, then he lifted Jimmy up into his lap and said, “I love you, buddy.”
“I love you too,” he wept, then he rested his head on my dad's shoulder. At the same time, my mom reached over and caressed his tear streaked face, prompting my little lover to smile tearfully at her.
Jimmy's mom looked heartbroken as she watched her son warm up to my parents. I felt sorry for her, knowing that she was confused and probably a little hurt. But when I looked at the pain on Jimmy's normally smiling face, I knew that she probably did or said something to him that made him cry.
“Do you want to tell us what's going on?” my dad asked, and Jimmy nodded sadly. “What is it, pal?”
“I've been pooping my pants at home,” he admitted. My mom and dad planted kisses on his cheek and my dad hugged him tightly. I watched the expression on Ms. Anderson's face, filled with regret that she didn't react the way my mom and dad did tonight.
“Is that all?” my mom asked, and he shook his head no. “You can tell us, baby. What else is there?”
“I've been eating my poop,” he admitted in a small voice, and once again, he was showered with kisses by my parents. “Tonight she got really mad at me because I ate dog poop. She gave me a spanking.”
With that, he fell apart, crying loudly on my dad's shoulder. My dad responded by rocking him gently, cupping his little head and rubbing his back. My mom reached out and rubbed his back, running her hand up his pajama top in a manner that instantly soothed his crying.
“Okay, buddy,” my dad said gently. “It's going to be alright.”
“I want to live here,” Jimmy cried, wrapping his little arms around my dad's neck. “I want you to be my mommy and daddy.”
Ms. Anderson looked devastated as her son's pleas rang out into the room. I felt terrible for her, knowing that she had no idea why Jimmy was doing what he was doing. I turned my attention back to my parents when I heard my dad plant a kiss on Jimmy's cheek, then he stood up and picked him up so he could give him a long hug.
My mom instantly turned her attention to Ms. Anderson, who had tears streaming down her cheeks. My dad reached down and picked up a box of tissue from the end table and handed it to my mom, who in turn offered it to Ms. Anderson. Then, with the care and compassion that only my mom and dad have ever shown me, my mom wrapped her arms around Ms. Anderson and gave the single mother a shoulder to cry on. From his safe position up in my dad's arms, Jimmy watched his mom crying and more tears streamed down his cheeks.
“You know, he loves you both so much,” Ms Anderson wept when she and my mom released their hug. “He said that he calls you mommy and daddy when he's here.”
“He does,” my mom said with a sympathetic smile. “We love him very much, and we'd do anything to help you two. I think the three of us should have a talk while the boys go upstairs to Kyle's room.”
“Is that okay, baby boy?” my dad asked tenderly, and Jimmy nodded. “Would you like daddy to give you a ride?”
“Yes, daddy,” Jimmy sobbed in a sad voice, prompting my dad to give him a kiss on the cheek.
“How about a hug and a kiss for your mommy, too?” my dad suggested, and Jimmy gave him another sad nod. Ms. Anderson got up and walked straight to my dad, who handed Jimmy off to her. He wrapped his arms and legs around her tightly, resting his head on her shoulder and shutting his eyes while she rubbed his back.
“I love you, Jimmy,” she told him warmly. “I'm sorry I took a belt to your legs, honey. I'll never do that again.”
“I only do it because I love you, mommy,” he cried.
“You do it because you love me?” she asked softly, but I could see the confusion on her face.
“Because I'm your baby,” he said in a small voice. “You're supposed to love me when I poop my pants.”
“I do love you, sweetie,” she said. “I love you when you have clean pants, or when you have poop in your pants.”
“But you always get mad at me,” he whined, letting out a series of sobs.
“Because I don't want you to get sick from eating poop, honey,” she told him, cupping the back of his head.
“It doesn't make me sick, mommy,” he wept. “It makes me feel special.”
With that, she kissed the back of his head and held him close, then Jimmy raised his head up and reached back out for my dad. His mom reluctantly let him go, and as soon as he was up in my dad's arms, I stood up on the recliner and held my arms out for a ride upstairs. With a kiss on my cheek, my dad wrapped his arm around my legs and gathered me in his arms, then he carried me and Jimmy out of the living room.
“He does that with the boys all the time,” my mom told Ms. Anderson.
“I wish his dad was around to do that for him,” I heard her say sadly, thinking that we were out of range.
“Well, you know something, Jimmy has a daddy who loves him very much,” I heard my mom say as we approached the staircase. “He's carrying him upstairs right now.”
When we got to my room, my dad turned the light on and set me down, but he kept Jimmy in his arms. I climbed onto the bed and watched sadly as my dad hugged my little lover tight, rocking his small frame to and fro and talking softly to him. Finally, he took a seat on my bed and cradled Jimmy in his arms, then he planted a kiss on his lips.
“Jimmy, mommy and I are going to take care of everything, okay?” he promised in a soothing voice. “I don't want you to worry about a thing, baby.”
“I want to stay here all the time, daddy,” he sobbed, and I saw my dad's heart melt.
“Your mama loves you very much, buddy,” he explained. “If I didn't think that, I wouldn't let her take you home with her. She just doesn't understand yet, but that's what mommy and daddy are going to help her with.”
“You are?” Jimmy asked in a small voice. My dad nodded with a loving smile, then he rubbed Jimmy's warm tummy and spoke softly to him.
“I know you've been eating poop tonight, buddy,” he said, causing Jimmy to smile through a new set of sobs. “Do you have some poop in your tummy?”
“Yes,” Jimmy said with a sweet smile, then my dad wiped the fresh tears from his face.
“I promise you that before you go home, mommy and daddy are going to feed you that load,” he said confidently. “When you feel like you're ready to let it go, call for daddy, okay? We're going to make it special for you, baby.”
“I love you, daddy,” Jimmy said sadly, and my dad planted another kiss on his face.
“I love you too, baby,” my dad said. “Why don't you cuddle with Kyle for a little bit while daddy takes care of something in the bathroom?”
“Okay,” Jimmy said meekly, nuzzling his head into my dad's chest. With one last kiss, my dad stood up and rocked Jimmy back and forth like a baby in a cradle, then he laid him down on my bed and smiled lovingly when we curled up together. I instantly wrapped my arms around my boyfriend and held him close while he let out occasional sobs and sniffles. He rested his head on my chest, and feeling incredibly protective over my lover, I planted a kiss on his cheek.
“I love you, Jimmy,” I said softly. “I'm sorry your mom hurt you.”
“I love you too, Kyle,” he said in a quiet voice, trying to compose himself. “I wish I could stay here all the time.”
“I wish you could stay here all the time, too,” I told him, listening as my dad carried the rim chair out of the bathroom and down the hall to his room. When he returned, he peaked in and smiled at the two of us.
“I want you two to stay here and be patient, okay?” he instructed us. “Kyle, I want you to rub Jimmy's tummy nice and soft. When he's ready to poop, call for daddy and I'll come get you both, okay?”
“Okay daddy,” I said, then I pulled my lover's pajama top up and started rubbing his warm tummy. “How does your tummy feel?”
“I'm going to have a really big poop, Kyle,” he told me with loving eyes. “I want you to watch me eat it.”
“I will,” I promised him. “I ate a whole bunch of poop after you went home.”
“You did?” he asked hopefully, and I nodded. “Did mommy feed you your poop?”
“Yeah,” I said with a naughty smile. “Then after that, Kevin and Nathan came over and I got fed again.”
“I bet it was yummy,” he said with a dreamy smile, prompting me to plant a long French kiss on his mouth.”
“After dinner, Matt and Mike came over and fed me their poop,” I revealed, and he bit his lower lip. “After they went home, I was so stinky that I had to take a long bath.”
Just then, Jimmy winced as a sharp gas pain washed over him. At the same time, I felt my own tummy starting to cramp with gastric pressure, but I was able to put that to the side and tend to my little lover.
“Do you want me to go get daddy?” I asked, and he nodded. “Can I have another kiss first?”
“Okay,” he said with a sweet smile, puckering his lips for me to kiss him. We shared a long, loving kiss that ended when he hissed as another gas pain washed over him, so I dutifully got up and went downstairs. When I approached the living room, the adults were talking about Jimmy's dad again, but the sound of my tattling voice ended their talk.
“I think Jimmy has to go poop,” I reported, and all three of them looked at me. “He said his tummy is hurting him.”
“Okay, buddy, I'll go check on him,” my dad said, getting up from the couch and walking past me toward the staircase. Moments later, he reappeared with Jimmy in his arms, carrying him back into the living room, where he set him down. My dad took a seat on the couch while I sat on the recliner and watched as Jimmy approached the couch with a pout.
“Come here, honey,” my mom said, holding her arms out for Jimmy. I watched him wrap his arms around her neck and melt into her embrace, sniffling quietly while he let his gaze drift over to his mom. “Would you like to sit in daddy's lap, Jimmy?”
“Uh huh,” he said with a slow nod, then he lifted his head from her shoulder. My dad reached out and grabbed him with both hands, lifting him up into his lap and planting a kiss on his cheek.
“I love you, little buddy,” my dad said, and Jimmy responded by nuzzling his head into his chest, his pout still fixed to his face.
“I love you too, daddy,” he said in a small voice that was still laced with hurt. My mom reached out with her right hand, gently stroking his soft cheek, then she gave him a sympathetic smile and rubbed his back through his pajama top.
“Honey, tell me what's wrong,” my mom said in a loving tone, rubbing Jimmy's back tenderly.
“I just want my mom to love me,” he croaked, then tears started to stream down his cheeks again. From the recliner, I watch with a stunned silence as my little lover broke down in my dad's lap all over again.
“Honey I do love you,” his mom pleaded as tears started to run down her face. “But I want to know why you keep acting this way.”
“You don't understand, mommy,” Jimmy cried, prompting my dad to hug him tightly and rock his little frame back and forth.
“It sounds like this is something that's very special for you, sweetie,” my mom observed, and Jimmy nodded. “Does sharing it with your mommy make it more special?”
Through a series of sniffles, Jimmy nodded his answer, prompting my dad to plant a kiss on his cheek.
“I wish my mommy thought it was special, too,” he said sadly. “But she doesn't understand.”
“Honey, tell me why it makes you feel special,” Ms. Anderson said in a soft tone, and Jimmy responded by wiping a fresh set of tears from his eyes.
“I don't know why, mommy,” Jimmy whined, prompting my dad to run his fingers through Jimmy's fine head of hair. “It just does, and I want you to see me do it.”
“Do you think that maybe you want to share how special your feeling with your mommy?” my dad asked, and Jimmy nodded.
“I want her to be proud of me when I feel special,” Jimmy wept. “But instead, she feels ashamed of me.”
With that, he broke down in another set of sobs that set my mom and dad into action, wrapping him up in a tight hug. While my parents were trying to soothe my little lover, Mrs. Anderson surprised me by getting up from her place on the couch and getting on one knee in front of my mom and dad, putting herself at eye level with all three of them. My parents responded by letting go of the hug and letting her wrap her arms around Jimmy, then she planted a kiss on his tear streaked face.
“I'm sorry I made you feel that way, honey,” she practically pleaded. “I'm not ashamed of you at all.”
“Then why did you spank me?” Jimmy demanded, and Ms. Anderson looked crestfallen.
“I don't want you to get sick, baby,” she said in a loving tone. “You're eating poop, Jimmy.”
“Because I like it,” Jimmy said in a small voice. “You're not supposed to get mad at me, mommy.”
“I don't know what else I can do, baby,” she admitted, prompting Jimmy to give my mom and dad a pleading look.
“Buddy, what would you like for your mom to do?” my dad asked gently, and Jimmy rested his head against my dad's chest with a forlorn expression.
“I don't know, daddy,” he said sadly. “I want her to love me when I do it. I bet you and mommy would love me if I did it.”
“Of course we would, baby boy,” my dad said lovingly. “Your mom love's you too, Jimmy. I think she gets upset because she's worried that you might get sick.”
“But she doesn't have to worry about that, daddy,” Jimmy whined. “I wish I could make her see that.”
With that, my dad kissed the top of Jimmy's head while my pouting little lover looked defiantly at his mom. He locked eyes with her, then he smiled naughtily and I knew what he was about to do.
“Honey, are you about to go to the bathroom?” Mrs. Anderson asked knowingly, recognizing the mischievous look that her son was giving her. He nodded his answer, then he looked up at my dad with a questioning look.
“Do you need to get out of daddy's lap, Jimmy?” my mom asked, and he nodded again. “Would you like to use the potty?”
This time Jimmy shook his head no, then he slid out of my dad's lap. Mrs. Anderson turned bright red with embarrassment, knowing what was about to happen, while my mom, dad and I all watched curiously.
“Honey, maybe I should take you home,” she said, but Jimmy shook his head no again.
“I'm not going to wait for us to leave,” he said with a naughty inflection in his voice, almost as if he were taunting her. Before he could act on his threat, though, my mom reached out and rubbed his back.
“Honey, you don't have to use the potty if you don't want to,” she said in a gentle voice. “But mommy and daddy would like to take you upstairs to the bathroom in case you change your mind. Would that be okay?”
Jimmy looked up at my mom and gave her his sweetest smile, then he nodded his answer. A look of relief broke out across Ms. Anderson's face, then it turned to a hopeful smile as Jimmy held his arms out for my mom to pick him up. Giving into my little lover's request, my mom stood up and grabbed him under both arms, hoisting him up and giving him a warm hug. My dad and Ms. Anderson stood up with them while I got up from the recliner, hoping that I would get to accompany them to the bathroom and watch the show. I felt my dad pick me up from behind, then he turned my body so that we were face to face and gave me a kiss as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“I love you, daddy,” I said quietly, watching as Jimmy's mom gave me a warm smile.
“I love you too, pumpkin,” he said, rubbing my back softly. “You're being a very good friend tonight, buddy.”
“That's because I love Jimmy,” I explained, and once again, Ms. Anderson smiled warmly.
“He loves you too, sweetie,” she told me, then she reached out with her right hand and ran her fingers through my brown locks. “I'm so sorry that you've had to see all of this.”
“It's okay, Ms. Anderson,” I said sympathetically, smiling back at her. “I just want Jimmy to be happy.”
“That's what I want too, Kyle,” she said as we made our way up the stairs.
When we reached the hallway, my dad took me to my room and set me down. With a wink, he told me out loud to stay in my room while the adults took Jimmy to the bathroom. As soon as the hallway cleared out, I stealthily crept down the hall and peaked into the bathroom, eager to see what was about to transpire. I saw my mom give Jimmy a kiss on the cheek, then she set him down and took a seat on the edge of the tub. Jimmy's mom sat down right beside her, then they had a conversation with my little lover.
“Do you think you've changed your mind about using the potty?” my mom asked, and Jimmy shook his head no. In reply, my mom reached out and caressed his baby face, bringing out a smile.
“You know, if you use the potty, mama won't have to give you a bath, honey,” Ms. Anderson said hopefully, but Jimmy stood firm.
“I don't want to poop in the potty, mommy,” he practically whined, just as a gas pain made me wince. “I want to poop my pants, then I want to eat my poop.”
With that, Ms. Anderson flashed her son a distressed look, but my mom and dad took charge of the situation.
“Honey, how about if you let mama and daddy change your pants when you're done?” my mom offered, and Jimmy's pout started to fade. “You can take a bubble bath if you'd like to. Does that sound good?”
Jimmy nodded slowly, then he leaned into my mom for a hug while my dad knelt down and rubbed his back through his pajama top.
“Would you like to get out of your jammies before you poop, buddy?” my dad asked, but Jimmy shook his head no, prompting my dad to nod his head in agreement. “Well, I'm sure we can get you a pair of Kyle's jammies to wear after your bath.”
“Thank you daddy,” Jimmy said with a sweet smile, then he puckered his lips for a kiss. My dad immediately gushed, then he leaned in and kissed my little lover affectionately while our mom's watched with warm smiles.
With that, Jimmy rested his head on my mom's shoulder and a look of concentration spread out across his face. With another powerful gas pain in my tummy, I set my prying eyes on his pajama clad rear end, watching as a massive, lumpy bulge formed with incredible speed, then it doubled in size and a moist outline spread up to the waistband. With the deed now done, my mom planted a loving kiss on top of Jimmy's head, prompting the little pants pooper to smile lovingly up at her while his mom watched.
“Do you feel better, honey?” my mom asked, and Jimmy nodded with a sigh. “Are you all finished?”
“No mommy,” Jimmy said in a small voice, earning him a knowing smile from my mom.
“Go ahead and finish, baby,” she told him, and he responded by hanging his poop matted rear end out and straining loudly. From the hallway, I could hear the sounds of moist turds pushing straight into the pile that he was producing, causing my little body to shiver with desire while my mouth watered. I started to pick up the powerful odor of Jimmy's pant load, compelling me to pull in hard through my nostrils so that I could appreciate the dark stink.
“It smells so good,” Jimmy sighed dreamily to no one in particular, and in response, my dad rubbed his back lovingly. Jimmy looked at his mom for approval, and she gave him a warm smile.
“I love you, sweetie,” she told him, holding her arms out for him. He went right to her, leaning in for a long hug while she pulled the waistband of his pajamas and underwear back so she could examine the steaming load.
“I love you too, mommy,” he said in a small voice. “You aren't ashamed of me?”
Ms. Anderson planted a kiss on Jimmy's cheek and let his waistband go, then she told him, “Of course not, baby. I've never been ashamed of you, and I never will be.”
“Will you get mad at me if I eat my poop?” he asked meekly, and a conflicted look crossed her face. She gave my parents a helpless look, as if she were asking them for the best answer. In reply, they both shook there heads no silently, and she gave them a nod of resignation.
“No, baby, I won't be,” she said in a tone that was so warm and so caring that even I felt soothed by it. “Is that what you're going to do?”
Jimmy looked up at his mom and nodded his answer, then he released their hug and gave her a helpless look. She gave him a bewildered look, then she looked at my mom again.
“Honey, do you need help?” my mom asked, and Jimmy nodded his answer again. “Okay, sweetie, let's see what we can do to help you out.”
Ms. Anderson looked like a deer in the headlights when Jimmy turned to face away from my mom, presenting his bulging rear end to her. My mom pulled the waistband back and looked inside while Jimmy looked over his shoulder with a naughty gaze. My mom reached into his underwear and pulled out a long, horseshoe shaped turd while Ms. Anderson's eyes widened. She held it up to Jimmy's face, watching as he took a long, drawn out whiff and sighed dreamily. With a look of transfixed pleasure on his face, Jimmy opened wide and locked eyes with his mom. My mom very carefully eased the turd into his mouth, bringing out a moan of desire from the little poop eater that carried into my ears. Jimmy's mom was watching with a look of near shock as her little boy accepted the long, thick poop log, using his tongue to pull it all in and smash it against the roof of his mouth to make room for the whole thing. When the entire turd was inserted into his mouth, Jimmy gave off a satisfied moan and his little body jerked hard as his hairless little pecker fired off several shots of boy spunk.
“Mmm,” he moaned softly, a dreamy smile spreading out across his face as he chewed and swallowed his brown treat.
“Is that what you were after, sweetheart?” my mom asked, and the little boy nodded happily. His tiny Adams apple was bobbing up and down slowly while he macerated his gift, his eyes still locked with his mother's.
“I want my mama to feed me,” Jimmy said as soon as he swallowed his brown mouthful. Ms. Anderson looked conflicted, but Jimmy gave her a shy smile that was somehow filled with hope and a little bit of shame, and it immediately melted her heart. She gave my mom a helpless look, but was met with my mother's maternal glow. She looked up at my dad, who was still kneeling at Jimmy's side and rubbing his back, and an expression of guilt crossed her face.
“Your baby's hungry,” my mom told her in a gentle voice, dealing the final blow to the embattled mother. Knowing that Ms. Anderson was soundly defeated, my mom pulled the waistband of Jimmy's pajamas back and looked inside. As if she were in a trance, Ms. Anderson reached into her little boy's poop filled underwear and pulled out a succulent looking turd. It was at least four inches in diameter and seven inches long with a sheen of ass juice that sparkled under the lights in the bathroom. As soon as he set his eyes on the turd, Jimmy opened wide and practically whimpered for it, drawing its dreamy stink in through his sniffing nose. Seeing how badly her baby was craving it, the still reeling mother turned it longways and very slowly eased it into his mouth.
Once again, Jimmy's hard little rod fired out a round of boy sperm, letting three shots go as soon as he sealed his moist lips around the juicy treat in his mouth. He moaned hotly, shutting his eyes for a moment while he climbed the peaks of little boy ecstasy, then he used his tongue to smash the brown loaf up and savor it. Jimmy gave his mom the most loving smile he could, prompting her to exhale and offer her poop smeared fingertip up to him. With his mouth packed tight with hot poop, Jimmy sniffed his mom's fingers, chewing and swallowing his gift with soft moans.
“Do you like that, baby?” his mom asked lovingly, and the little poop eater nodded with a sigh and a smile.
With his mouth still full, Jimmy stopped chewing long enough to say, “I love you, mommy.”
I watched her heart melt as Jimmy's words carried into her ears, then she told him, “I love you too, baby. Finish chewing so mommy can get you another piece.”
With that, Jimmy resumed his chewing and smashing with a far away look in his oval shaped eyes, occasionally opening up and showing his progress off to his audience. When his mouthful was down, he smiled hopefully at his mom while she went into his undies for more. She pulled out a large heap that looked like it was almost everything he had left in his drawers, but even from my vantage point, I could see the outline of what looked like one jumbo sized turd laying in the seat.
Jimmy's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree when he set his eyes on the pile his mom had pulled out, and without delay, he opened wide. She very lovingly fed him the heap, letting him take a large bite out of it before easing the rest into his mouth with careful portions. When he had the entire pile in his mouth, he sealed his lips and they immediately pooched out while his cheeks bulged tight. The far away look in his eyes was back, and his short, skinny frame started to jerk hard as his little wiener tried in vein to heave out another round of cum shots from his still immature scrotum. Still, Jimmy's dry orgasm was powerful, sending a visible shiver through him while he moaned with depravity. His hard little pecker was dancing around in his pajama bottoms, painting a clear picture for all of us to see.
“You're enjoying that, aren't you, baby?” my dad observed, and Jimmy nodded. “It seems like eating poop gives you special feelings.”
Once again, Jimmy nodded while he dined on his brown mouthful, looking quite pleased as he smashed it with his tongue over and over while he swallowed.
“You have one more piece back there, Jimmy,” my mom said softly, prompting him to smile hopefully. “Do you think you have room in your tummy for it?”
“Uh huh,” Jimmy said, nodding slowly as he chewed up the last of his mouthful. “I want my mommy to feed it to me.”
Ms. Anderson looked at her son with loving eyes as his words carried into her ears, then she pulled the waistband of his pajamas and undies back. She carefully pulled the long, thick turd that remained out of his underwear and held it up to his sniffing nose. Jimmy was grinning hard as he drew the stink in through his nostrils, then his mom spoke to him.
“Does this make my baby boy happy?” she asked, and he nodded his answer while gazing up at her. “You like having mama feed you this way, don't you?”
Jimmy took a long, extended whiff, then he opened wide and waited for his reward. Once again, Ms. Anderson slid the entire poop log into Jimmy's watering mouth, watching with a glowing smile while he accepted it with a wanton look in his eyes. Just like he had before, Jimmy experienced a powerful boygasm as soon as his mouth was packed tight with boy poop, prompting my mom and dad to rub his back while Ms. Anderson held her fingers under his nose. When his impacted mouthful was down, the horny little poop lover immediately took to his mom's fingers, licking them clean while he let go of his bladder. As pee soaked his pajama bottoms and poured down both legs, Jimmy let out a loud fart and sighed with relief.
“Do you feel better now, honey?” Ms. Anderson asked, and once again, Jimmy nodded his answer.
“Thank you for feeding me my poop, mama,” he said sweetly. “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby,” she told him, caressing his soft cheek. “Your tummy doesn't hurt?”
“No mama, it feels nice right now,” he told her. “I wish I had more caca in my pants so I could eat it.”
“You'll have more caca tomorrow, honey,” she told him, and he smiled sweetly at her.
“Will you feed me again tomorrow, mommy?” he asked, and she nodded with a warm smile.
“If that makes my little boy happy,” she said warmly.
“It does, mommy,” Jimmy sighed.
While Jimmy and his mom were talking, my mom put the plug in the drain of the bathtub and started running his bath. I quickly scrambled back to my room, not wanting to be caught spying even though I knew my parents were aware of my presence at the door. Five minutes later, my mom walked out of the bathroom with a bundle of towels and Jimmy's pooped and peed in jammies and underwear. I got up and followed her downstairs, and she smiled when she spotted me.
“Did you enjoy the show, sweetie?” she asked, and I nodded up at her with a naughty grin.
“I wished I was eating poop too, mama,” I admitted, taking a deep, satisfying whiff of Jimmy's wet and stinky clothes.
“Well, after Jimmy and his mommy go home, I'm sure you'll have something in that poop filled tummy to let go of, baby,” she said with a knowing smile, and I nodded in agreement as another wave of gastric pressure washed over me. “Can you hold on that long?”
I nodded my answer, still inhaling the stink of Jimmy's pooped and peed in pants with a naughty smile. She let me enjoy the smell for a few more moments, then she took my hand and we walked back upstairs, where Jimmy was still in the tub. My dad was in my room, picking out some clean underwear and a pair of pajamas for him to wear home. I could hear Jimmy's mom talking to him while she washed his body, telling him to stand up so she could use the washcloth on his backside and legs. My dad lifted me up into his lap, giving me a hug and a kiss.
“I saw you peaking in, buddy,” he told me, then he cupped his hand over my rear end. “That was very naughty of you, Kyle. Daddy might have to wear that rear end of yours out tonight before you go to bed.”
I bit my lower lip and gave him my naughtiest smile, then I said quietly, “Are you going to wear it out for a long time?”
“When daddy's finished wearing your bottom out, you're going to fall fast asleep, baby,” he assured me, sending a shiver of horny lust through my body.
“What if I act naughtier than I've already been?” I asked hopefully.
“Then daddy might have to wake you up in the middle of the night and wear your bottom out again.”
With that, he planted a long, tongue filled kiss on my mouth, then he scooted me out of his lap and instructed me to go downstairs and wait for everyone else. I purposely fixed my pajama bottoms so that they rode up into my deep crevice, exposing my camel toe as I walked out of the room, smiling over my shoulder at my dad. He gave me a seductive smile, so I rolled my horny rear end around a few times to let him know that I was looking forward to my punishment for spying, then I went downstairs.
Five minutes later, I was sitting in the recliner with Jimmy, who was fresh out of the tub with minty breath. His hair was damp and he smelled like baby lotion. Our parents were in the dining room, sitting at the table and talking about Jimmy's poop eating fetish.
“If you act like it's no big deal, it'll probably go away,” my dad said in an easy tone. “And if it doesn't, still don't make a huge deal out of it. It's just part of who he is right now.”
“He'll love you more for being accepting than if you try to stop him,” my mom urged her, and Ms. Anderson sighed.
“I agree with you,” she said. “I just don't want him to get sick. I'm really worried about him going into the backyard and eating poop off of the ground when I'm not home.”
“Why don't you let us take him after school?” my mom suggested. “Kyle would love to have him over, and you won't have to worry about it.”
“I don't want to ask you to babysit him more than you already do,” she countered, but my dad was quick to dismiss her concerns.
“Jimmy's a good boy when he's here,” he told her. “Besides, him and Kyle can do there homework and be boys together until you get him.”
Before Ms. Anderson could say anything else, my mom cut in.
“We love him, and we want him to come over after school.”
“You two have been incredible,” she said with a slight catch in her tone. “I don't know how I can ever repay you.”
“Having Jimmy in our lives is payment enough,” my mom said, then she and my dad got up and wrapped the teary eyed woman in a warm hug while Jimmy and I watched from the recliner. When they broke their hug, they joined us in the living room. Ms. Anderson made it a point to call me over to where she was sitting so that she could wrap me up in a hug, then I felt her kiss my cheek.
“You're such a sweet friend, Kyle,” she told me, rubbing my back while I leaned into her.
“Thank you Ms. Anderson,” I said with a smile, taking a seat on her left thigh. “I promise not to tell anyone at school that Jimmy had an accident and had to get cleaned up.”
“I know you won't, cutie,” she said with a note of gratitude in her voice.
“I have accidents sometimes, too,” I admitted to her, and she responded by brushing my brown locks out of my forehead with a warm smile. “My mom and dad give me a bath whenever I do.”
“Well I can tell your mom and dad love you very much,” she said. “Can I have another hug?”
I nodded and wrapped my little arms around her neck, melting into her warm embrace while she rubbed my back. The smell of baby lotion was evident to her as she held me close, and I could hear her nose working by my shoulder.
“My mom and dad use baby lotion when I poop or pee in my pants so I don't get a rash,” I told her, then I felt her embrace tighten around me.
When we broke our hug, I got up and moved to my mom, who lifted me into her lap and held me close. Jimmy came over and climbed into his mom's lap, then he started sucking his thumb while she doted on him. I watched while they bonded for the rest of their visit, with Jimmy resting his sleepy head on her shoulder while she carried on a conversation with my parents. At one point, Jimmy and I made eye contact and shared a sweet smile, then I brought my thumb to my mouth and started to suck on it. Without interrupting their conversation, my mom kissed me on the cheek and cradled me in her arms, rocking me from side to side for a moment while my dad reached out and rubbed my chest. Ms. Anderson gave me a warm smile and hugged Jimmy close while I smiled back, happy for my little lover. When they were ready to go, Jimmy gave my parents a hug and kiss goodbye, then he looked longingly up at his mom, who dutifully hoisted him up into her arms and carried him to the car. My dad snatched me out of my mom's arms, playfully pulling my shirt up and blowing raspberries on my cramping tummy while I giggled, then he hugged me tight while we watched from the porch as Jimmy and his mom drove away.
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Other Work by Josh Terrence:
Keith's Guilty Pleasure (Gay/Adult-Youth)
Jimmy's Chaperone (Gay/Incest)
Stuart's Insatiable Itch (Gay/Incest)
Corey in the Morning (Gay/Adult-Youth)
Adam Needs a Ride (Gay/Adult/Youth)
Sean's Day Out (Gay/Adult-Youth)
A Curious Tug of War (Gay/Adult-Youth)
A Stir in Ian's Bottom (Gay/Adult-Youth)
Jason in the Men's Room (Gay/Adult-Youth)
An After School Quickie (Gay/Adult-Youth)
The Boy at my Door (Gay/Adult-Youth)
The Coupling (Gay/Adult–Youth)
Phillip's Spending Habits (Gay/Urination)
Kyle's Afterschool Snack (Gay/Urination)