Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 18:32:27 -0800 (PST) From: Tracy Smith Subject: Paper Boy's Dilemma, Part 5 (M/b, scat, ws, oral, anal) This is a fictional story of sexual activity between related males of different generations. If that offends you, or you're under age, or this story is illegal where you are, then don't read it. In any case, though, please make a donation to the free board that has posted it. This story is Copyright 2004, Tracy Smith, and may be republished or reposted only with the consent of the author. Permission is granted here for this story to be posted on www.nifty.org. ========================================= Bobby and I joined together even more intimately and lovingly than I could have ever imagined, perhaps more even than Bobby thought possible. After my inevitable cumming inside of his anus, we slumped together on my bed, closely entwined, our bodies touching at nearly every point possible, my warm hand caressing Bobby's erect cocklet, his pre-cum leaking into my palm, then, quickly, spurting his precious fluid into my hand, leaking between my fingers and onto the soft skin of Bobby's young ball sack. We both dropped off to dream of each other, and eternal love. Later, after we cleaned up, and between passionate farewell kisses, Bobby promised me another surprise when he would come over the next Saturday.... I dreamt of Bobby several times that week, dreams of love and dreams of lust. In those dreams, our lips sometimes meeting gently for what seemed hours on end, other dreams where I nearly split his luscious body in two with the force of my fucking, my swollen cock making his tight butt hole bleed. But every dream ended with he and I both forcefully spurting our seed onto, or into, the other. When I'd awaken, my sperm was sticky and warm in my crotch. Often I'd have to masturbate again, just after cumming, because of the intense sexual craving he was causing me. The next Saturday arrived too slowly, but it did arrive. Bobby knocked on my door, and when I opened it, he stood resplendent in near nakedness. He wore a beat up baseball cap, backwards, the bill of it back on his head so that his tousled blond hair was impeded in no way from getting into his eyes. Those magnificent eyes, blue as the Caribbean, sparkled with his youth and vitality, the corners wrinkled as he squinted out of the bright sunshine into the relative darkness of my house interior. I could envision exactly what the crows feet and age lines he would develop as a man would look like, a striking vision of his beautiful manhood. His cute perky nose wriggled slightly, his lips pulling back in a devil may care grin. This was Bobby, my newspaper boy. My lover. My shit and piss slut. Bobby Olsen is 12 years old, cute as hell, his blonde of the dark variety, his teeth even and white, his smile beautiful, freckles splashed across his nose and upper cheeks in an All-American sort of way, his weight about 95 pounds and 4' 10" tall. Oh, and a cute little 4" cock that fit neatly between my lips. He was wearing a crop top jersey that ended just south of his nipples, which I knew to be sweet little pink hard-ons, his smooth, lower chest and slightly rounded tummy deliciously exposed. He was also sort of wearing an oversize pair of denim cutoffs, badly faded and worn, and they slipped down his hips so that the rivet snap came to rest just north of the beginning of his pubic thatch - if he had one, which he didn't. Having explored that particular area several times before in pursuit of our mutual pleasure, and with my eyes already fixated on that swollen mound below it, I knew that the ecstasy of his hot, pink cut cock was only inches, or a good hip shake, away. "Hi Daddy," Bobby sang as he advanced on me. As soon as we got inside the door, he threw his short arms around me and, leaning up, kissed me breathlessly. Of course, I'm not really his "daddy." Me, I'm 35 year old neighbor Tracy Smith, well to do, dark brown hair, fairly good looking, blue eyes much like Bobby's though not as intensely blue, 180 pounds, 6' 1", a thick 8" cock, and moderately hairy. I guess "daddy" was as good a term as any, I certainly look like a typical father playing catch with his son as you might see on your street, in front of your house. But honestly, neither Bobby nor I were all that interested in baseball. "Bobby, you look, umm, delicious in that get up. Where'd you get the shorts, they look way too big for you to have worn out like that." "Yeah, I got `em at a second hand store, already all worn out like this. Just think, some other boy had his butt in these, probably went commando in `em, my naked butt where his naked ass was, maybe he took a shit or came or pissed in `em, whadda you think..." Bobby got all dreamy eyed, and his dick jumped up just enough for his purple, swollen cock head to slip over the rivet at the top of the shorts. "Whoah, down boy, one more thought like that and those shorts'll be sitting on the ground around your ankles!" I said. "You mean you'll rip `em off me?" he asked, hopefully. "No, I mean the only thing holding `em up right now is the size of your cock, sweety." Bobby looked disappointed. "I hoped you'd rip `em off," he said, looking down at my feet. "No problem with that, lover," I said. "But how was your week? You said you'd have a surprise...." "Oh yeah," he said. "Come over here and smell my butt," he commanded. Though many might have found it odd that a 12 year old boy was commanding a 35 year old man to `smell his butt,' it wasn't at all odd in our particular relationship. We'd both eaten each other's shit, licked juicy assholes, and I'd just fucked his pleasurable little ass the week before, so you could definitely say that our relationship was on intimate terms. In any case, I walked over to Bobby's slim body, put my hand on one of his small hips, twirled him around hard and fast enough to make him gasp, and bent over, my nose mere inches away from his nicely rounded, though still denim-covered ass globes. "Geez, Bobby, your butt stinks so nice!" I exclaimed, my mouth already watering. "What the fuck did you do?" "I went to the bathroom all week, like I always do," Bobby grinned, "Except I forgot to wipe after I shit. Or shat. Well, every time I pooped. Now my butt itches," he concluded. "And I really need somebody to scratch my itchy butt." Bobby had taken, probably 10 or 12 dumps during the week (knowing his appetite, probably a close guess), and had let the residue of his creamy brown, stinky feces build up around the cute ring of his anus. I could only imagine how much it must itch, from the few times I'd had a dirty hole for an extended period of time. Obviously, Bobby would need some very aggressive scratching. Fortunately I had just the right tools. "How'd you keep from stinking up your school?" I asked him. "Like gym class...." "Well, no gym class this week, just the fundamentals of football, classroom stuff," he said. And a pair of rubber underpants over everything to keep it good and tasty," he finished. I could only imagine what his ass looked like by this point. I reached down the front of his shorts to grasp his short, thick cock between my fingers. His piss slit was already drooling pre-cum. "I didn't jerk off at all this week, daddy, I saved all my cum for you." "That's nice, honey," I said. "I'd love to get a mouthful of your hot cum, wanta give me some?" I just nudged his shorts, and they dropped to the floor. There were copious brown stains in the seat of the shorts, and Bobby stood before me smiling, and completely naked. The smell of his ass fruit filled the room, too. I knelt down in front of the boy, and gently sucked his hard dick into my mouth, and kneaded his small, hairless balls between three fingers. "Uhhhh! Suck my dick, daddy!!" Bobby hissed. "I'm gonna cum all night long, and I'm cumming now!!!" Ah, the readiness of youth to fuck! He immediately began oozing a thick wad of cum, right onto my tongue, followed by a hard blast of cum that shot to the back of my throat, and almost made me cough. I kept my mouth on his hard rod, though, and he rewarded me with two more medium large globs of his boyish sperm, and I gathered it in my mouth. I sucked on his little rod a few more moments, then stood up as he wrapped his arms around my waist, and looked up enchantingly into my eyes. I leaned down and his mouth automatically opened as he saw my lips approaching his. I felt the soft, velvety fabric of his red lips, and the cum was tumbling over my tongue and lips, to drool into his waiting mouth, as we kissed harder. I could feel his hand fumbling for my cock, but I hadn't taken the time to remove my khaki pants, an omission I regretted now. My hands went around Bobby's enchanting, round ass globes to grasp him there, and I could feel how thickly his ass was encrusted with his own shit. My finger went to his hole, which was incredibly hot, and I could feel the shit thickly on my hands, like a man who tries to walk through a nearly dry mud puddle, and finds that he's got half the mud on his shoes. My finger burrowed into Bobby's ass hole, and he sighed into my mouth. "Yeah," he muttered, almost incoherently. "Bobby, let me see your ass, okay?" I said. "Sure, but you've got to do something for me, too," he said. "What's that?" I said. "Take off you clothes, all of them.....take a really big shit into your hand and bring it to me....and race me to your bedroom!" This last he shouted out over his shoulder as he ran laughingly to my bedroom. I was a step slower, and when I got to the bedroom, Bobby was crouched on his hands and knees on the bed, his sweet ass fetchingly pointed at my face. There must have been every shade of brown, from light to dark, spread in a rough circle around his tiny pink anus, as he looked back at me from between his slim legs. The shit was thickly caked on close to his winking anus, then a thinner smear out to about 4" away from that cute ass hole. I dropped my pants, and tore off my golf shirt, standing before him naked, my 8" rod fully erect, and throbbing, my purple cut dick head oozing a small pearl of cum through my piss slit. I approached Bobby, but he said, "No, I said you have to take a shit. And it has to be a nice, thick brown turd, or I won't play." I squatted down next to the bed, and while Bobby watched, a moderately thick log quickly slid out into my waiting hand. It was about 6" long, and 1-1/2" across or so. I slowly brought it up to bed level, and Bobby squealed with pleasure when he saw it. "Ooh, gimme," he said. He gently took the smelly brown turd into his hand, sniffed it delicately, then said, "Now fuck my tight little ass, daddy!" while he slowly inserted the turd into his mouth, as though he were sucking a dick. He wiggled his butt at me, as though there might be some doubt about what I should do, but it was pretty clear to me, and I wasn't about to hesitate. I brought my leaking dick to Bobby's shit-covered hole, and my cock easily slid inside his red hot rectum, while Bobby sucked on the slimy turd. I slid deeply inside of Bobby's hole, all the way to my crotch, some of Bobby's still moist crap catching on and sticking to my dark pubic hairs. Bobby pushed back against me, and moaned around the cock-shaped piece of shit in his mouth, sucking it harder, and bobbing his mouth up and down on it, as I began stroking in and out of his hot, tight rectum. "Ohh, Bobby, your hot ass is so tight on my big, hard cock, baby! I'm fucking your little boy cunt with my big, fat, hard cock, splitting your slutty pussy, and fillin' it with all my sticky cum!" We fucked like that for a few minutes, both of us savoring the pleasure we were feeling, and the rank smell of Bobby's shit as I mashed it into both of us, the pressure causing it to crack open where it had dried all over his ass, releasing more shit smell. Bobby's drool on the shit log in his mouth caused it to stink even more, and we both got high from the aroma of man and boy shit. As with every time I was with Bobby, I was ready to cum quickly. "Fuck, you hot slut!! I'm shootin' my hot fuckin' load inside your hot ass hole! Shootin' my slick cum inside your ass, and all over the load of shit on your ass! Fuck, baby!! Take my fuckin' load!!" Bobby hurriedly chewed and swallowed the turd log in his mouth, and showed me how good he was at talking dirty to his lover, too. "Fuck me, daddy! Shove your giant cock inside my ass, you big fucker!! Fuck me, make me cum!! I wanta eat your shit all night long, piss on me, make me your shit pig slut!! Your little boy wants his daddy to fuck his tiny hole, and fill his hot ass with your man cum!!" He punctuated his verbal filth by punching his ass into my crotch, in a vain attempt to get me even deeper inside of him. We both shot our loads, mine consisting of 6 or 7 large loads of cum that I though might come out of his mouth. Bobby shot 3 or 4 fairly small loads right onto my bedcover, without ever having touched his hot little cock. I held Bobby steady, and we stayed like that for a few minutes, until my dick softened a little. "What are you doing, daddy?" Bobby asked. "I'm gonna piss inside your ass, honey," I said. "No, no, don't. Please!" he said unexpectedly. I picked up on him immediately. "Fuck you, you little cunt!" I said. I didn't care what he wanted, I knew what I wanted to do. I let my piss start flowing, slowly at first, then harder as the urgency of my postponed pissing took over. "No, please daddy, don't piss inside my tight little boy ass," Bobby pleaded. "I don't want you to do it, it's dirty!" I kept pissing what felt like a gallon of my rich, golden fluid, filling up Bobby's intestines with my hot, bodily enema. Finally, my flow slowed, while Bobby struggled faintly against me, but not too much. I felt like fucking him again, his body was so sexy against mine, but I knew that'd make a major mess, so instead I slowly withdrew my cock, saying, "Tighten your ass hole when you feel me pop out, cunt." Bobby did as I commanded, only a small dribble of yellow piss leaking down his leg, along with some brown particles I had no doubt loosened inside his rectum. He stayed up on his hands and knees, then moaned, "I have to go take a shit, now!" I lightly slapped his full round ass globe, and said, "I think we can take care of this right here." "You mean...." he said. "Yeah," I said. "I'm gonna suck your ass out, and lick your ass clean, too." I lay on my back, facing up, and said, "Squat over me, bitch, so your ass hole is over my mouth." Bobby squealed with happiness and did as I ordered, his brown pucker descending to mere inches above my face. "Hold you ass closed, though, cunt. I'm not ready to drink your ass full of piss just yet." I started licking, and chewing all of Bobby's delicious shit, some of it dried hard, some of it as creamy as though it had just squirted from his bowels, while Bobby squirmed from the pressure of an ass full of his man's hot piss. It was all good, and I must have eaten a half pound of Bobby's crap from the last week. His skin was warm and smooth under my tongue, and Bobby would squeal and giggle as my tongue tickled him. After what seemed like an hour, I finally couldn't see any more shit, though there were still plenty of smears of brown all around his bottom. "Okay, now you can wash down my meal with some of that piss you've got," I said. Bobby loosened his sphincter, and immediately my face was blasted by a thin mixture of my piss, my cum and Bobby's shit and ass juices. Arranging my mouth under him, I caught most of it, reveling in the taste. I swallowed as much as I could, then signaled Bobby that I'd had enough, by patting his smooth hip. Bobby squeezed his ass shut again, then lay down next to me, kissing me all over my face and mouth, licking up all the bowel waste he found there. "Oh daddy, my boy pussy still feels so full....but I know what to do!" With that he lay on his back, then brought his legs up, his knees to his thin chest. "Push my butt up, daddy, so it's pointing up!" I did as he asked, and Bobby let loose a thin stream of piss from his ass, and I could see that it was a deep dark gold color, with many flecks of brown, and some globs of white cum.. The piss-shit-cum mixture shot straight up about 6" high, then fell back onto the underside of Bobby's hairless ball sack and his 4" dick. Bobby manipulated his hips even further over, so that the stream was headed toward his face. He managed to get several streams of the mixture into his mouth, though many more ended up in his hair, or his chest or just on the bed. Finally, though, the flow out of his ass ended, and Bobby lay back down on the now soaked bed, alongside of me. We intertwined our wet, smelly naked bodies, kissing passionately, our tongues savoring the flavors of our earthy congress, our hands stroking over each other's hard cock and full balls, mine hairy, long and thick, his smooth, short and thin. We fell asleep like that, and awakened several times to join mouth to cock, and mouth to ass, the rest of that day..... =============================== Believe it or not, there's more. If you liked this story, let me know at Tracysmith20022002@yahoo.com.