Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2008 16:21:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Toby Tyler <tobyt_yler@yahoo.com>
Subject: Poor Little Shit Boy Chapter 2

Poor Little Shit Boy

By

Toby Tyler

(MBb, incest, oral, piss, scat, bd, submission)

The story is complete fiction. If you are not yet 18 or if it is illegal
for you to read it, then you will probably be struck blind or something
awful like that, which is why you shouldn't be reading it in the first
place. If you enjoyed my story, you can check out some of my other stories
on Nifty: Seventh Grade Foot Slave, Fucked-Up Kid, Brother Sucker and
Urinal Boy. I love to hear from my readers. You can email me at
Tobyt_yler@yahoo.com, and please remember to mention the title of the story
in the subject line.

Poor Little Shit Boy

Chapter 2

"Hey Noah, how was your date with the freak last night?" Ralph jeered.

"Shut up, Ralph! It wasn't a date! And he's not a freak!" Noah was
surprised to hear himself defending Cody so strongly. "He just wanted to
show me his videos."

"Oooh," Ralph said, winking suggestively, "he wanted to show you his
VIDEOS! We all know what that means! You got to watch Cody playing with his
little weiner on the webcam, right?"

"It wasn't anything like that at all! It was, um, artistic!"

"Heathcliff Connolly fell for that one once. And you guys all know what
happened to him!" Diego added.

"What are you talking about?" Noah asked. He was starting to get a little
panicked.

"It happened last year," Diego explained. "before you even got here. Cody
invited Heathcliff over to see his, uh, `videos', and they were both like,
on Cody's bed watching the videos, you see, and Heathcliff wasn't exactly
paying attention to what Cody was doing. All of a sudden, Cody grabs
Heathcliff's hand and glues it to the bedpost with Tru-Bound^Ù. You know,
that instant glue that's really really strong and dries really fast? So
Heathcliff immediately gets stuck, and he can't get away. Cody glued
Heathcliff there cuz he wanted to do some sort of nasty homo thing to him,
but Heathcliff screamed bloody murder until a neighbor heard him, called
911 and then the paramedics had to come and unstick him. It's a true
story. I shit you not! Go ask Heathcliff!"

"I'd also like to add that Tru-Bound^Ù is a registered trademark of Muck
Neotech, Inc." Ralph added. "It's an important little detail in the story."

"I don't want to talk about Cody Muck anymore," Noah said. "Hey Diego, if
you're not going to eat your chicken nuggets, why don't you give `em to
me?"

***

Noah waited outside the side entrance of The Light School. Earlier that
day, he had slipped a note in Cody's locker. Here is what it said:

DEAR CODY,

I'M SORRY I WALKED OUT ON YOU. I WANT TO TRY TO UNDERSTAND YOU AND GET TO
KNOW YOU BETTER. I LIKE YOU A LOT. I WANT TO SEE MORE OF YOUR VIDEOS. MEET
ME AFTER SCHOOL AT THE PINECREST LANE ENTRANCE. I'LL BE WAITING.

YOUR FRIEND,

NOAH

His heart was beating wildly. Somehow, his frightening first experience at
Cody's house had made him all the more interested in getting to know the
boy. In Noah's mind Cody was strange, wild, and dangerous, which made the
boy seem all the more attractive to Noah.  He was nervous but excited to
see Cody when he came out the side entrance.

"I'm sorry my video freaked you out, Noah," Cody said. "I really wanted you
to like me, and I felt bad when you ran off like that."

"It's okay, Cody. I really want you to like me, too."

The two boys walked back to Cody's house together. As they walked, Cody
would occasionaly give Noah a shy glance. Noah would glance at Cody,
too. They both shivered a little when their eyes met. Anyone passing by
could tell it was a serious case of puppy love.

When they got to Cody's house, Noah got to meet Cody's father, Harold
Muck. Harry Muck was a big, friendly-looking guy, with thick black hair
graying at the temples and a good-natured face. He wore a worn-out navy
blue sweatshirt and rugged jeans.

The sweatshirt Mr. Muck wore was extra-large and loose, so it was hard for
Noah to tell if underneath his sweatshirt Mr. Muck was muscular like a
rugged football player or was soft and cuddly like a big teddy bear.

Noah was surprised at Mr. Muck's casual appearance. Mr. Muck didn't look
anything like Noah had expected. He figured a man as rich as Mr. Muck would
look a little less like a `regular Joe'and more like Donald Trump.

"Hey Dad, can I show Noah the Koons?"

"Of course, Cody. Say Noah, is my son teaching you a lot about art?"

"He sure is, Mr. Muck."

"That's great! After you see the Koons, tell me what you think of it."

"C'mon, Noah."

Noah followed Cody downstairs into a small, one room basement
gallery. There was only one thing in the gallery, a glass sculpture of a
man fucking a woman from behind.

"Here, let me get the lights on it," Cody said. He turned on the
spotlight. Noah walked around the sculpture, taking it all in.

"This thing really should be in storage," Cody mumbled. "Do you know how
much this fucking thing is worth? Dad shouldn't be keeping it in this
house. There's hardly any security here. So what do you think of the
sculpture, Noah?"

"My mom would hate it, but my dad would love it!" he laughed.

"Good answer. Well, my dad's divorced, so he can buy whatever the hell he
wants. It's just me and him. Two guys together. It's pretty awesome." Cody
said this with a faraway dreamy look in his eyes. "Yeah, no nosy women to
spoil all the fun. It really is awesome! C'mon, let's go up to my room so
we can watch some videos."

On their way up they met Mr. Muck in the living room. "So what did you
think of the sculpture, Noah?" he asked.

"All I can say is `wow!' Mr. Muck! That sculpture was pretty wild!"

"Glad you enjoy my taste in art, Noah."

Back in Cody's room, the boys took off their sneakers and began to get
comfortable on the bed. Cody set up the laptop and hooked it back up to the
plasma TV. "You want anything to drink?" he asked Noah.

"How about a Pepsi?"

"Sure. I'll be back in a minute."  Cody ran down the stairs to the kitchen
to get two cans of soda.

Noah was now alone in Cody's room, and he knew his friend wouldn't be back
for a few minutes. He spotted Cody's smelly sneakers on the floor. They
were a pair of very worn-out Etnies. Noah was surprised that for such a
rich boy, Cody seemed to prefer to wear such beat-up old sneakers.

Suddenly, Noah felt a strange compulsion. He wanted to pick up the sneakers
and sniff them. Over the past week, his feelings for Cody had grown
stronger and stronger. Not only did he dream of kissing Cody and seeing him
naked, but he also dreamed of holding him close and smelling the boy's
natural odor.

Quietly, he crawled over the carpeting to where Noah had thrown his
sneakers. He picked a sneaker up, held it lovingly in his hands for a
moment, then put his nose inside and took a deep sniff. Kind of nice, Noah
thought. The smell of Cody's stinky sneakers reminded him a little bit of
mushrooms or a ripe cheese. He inhaled deeper. He was loving every bit of
Cody's foot smell.  He was also starting to feel an excited swelling in his
crotch.

"Here's your Pepsi, Noah."

Noah sat frozen on the floor, with Cody's sneaker held up to his face. He
knew he had to explain himself pretty quickly. Getting caught sniffing
another guy's smelly sneakers was a pretty hard thing to explain.

"I was just, um, checking them out. I kinda wanna get a pair of these
myself, um," Noah stammered.

"That's it, Noah. Keep smelling. Enjoy my stinky sneaker. Go ahead. Put it
right up to your nose. You know you want to. Yeah, it's good, aint it?"

"I don't know why I'm doing this, Cody."

"Oh, I know why. Lie down on the carpet, Noah. Over there, at the foot of
the bed."

"Why?"

"Just do as I say!"

Noah was unnerved by Cody's authoritative tone. Tentatively, he crawled
over to the foot of the bed and got on his back, waiting to see what Cody
was going to do to him. He sure hoped it wouldn't involve any Tru-Bound^Ù.

Cody sat on the edge of the bed and placed his socked feet on Noah's
face. "Yeah, that's it. Sniff my smelly socks! You just love it, don'tcha?
Tell me you love sniffin' my socks!"

Noah lifted Cody's foot off his face. "Cody, you're acting weird
again. It's really scaring me."

"Hey, YOU'RE the sneaker sniffer. Isn't that kinda weird, too? I could tell
it was totally making you horny. I'm doin' you a favor by giving you
exactly what you want. So quit complaining and keep sniffing!"

"Your socks do smell nice," Noah had to admit, giving them a sniff.

"Then take my socks off and give me a good foot rub," Cody demanded.

"Okay."

Noah began to peel off Cody's socks, first the left and then the
right. Cody began to slowly rub the soles of his feet all over Noah's
face. Then he wiggled his big toe into Noah's left nostril. Noah found
himself loving every minute of Cody's feet on his face. He was already
pitching a tent and had to shift his erection, which had popped up at an
odd angle in his jeans. He picked up one of Cody's feet in both hands and
began to gently rub and massage the sole.

"Harder, Noah. Give me a real good foot rub! Mmm, yeah! That's the way I
like it."

"You gonna give me a foot rub, too?"

"Maybe later, I dunno. If you want, I guess."

So Noah stayed on the floor rubbing Cody's feet for about ten minutes. Then
Cody put his feet back onto Noah's face again. Noah didn't complain, so
Cody used his big toe to gently part his friend's lips. Noah gladly
received Cody's big toe into his mouth. It was sweaty, salty and pleasant
to suck. Then Cody became more adventurous, sliding a few more toes in
until he had all five toes exploring Noah's willing mouth. Noah's moans of
pleasure were muffled by Cody's foot.

As Noah lay on the floor passively, allowing Cody to use his toes to
explore his warm, wet mouth, he found himself feeling immensely
satisfied. It was a very intimate experience for the both of them.

"Hey Noah?"

"MMpfh?"

"I never noticed you had braces before." Cody's sensitive toes had slid in
between Noah's teeth and bottom lip, and he was surprised to feel the rough
braces attached to the bottom teeth.

Noah took Cody's foot out of his mouth. "I only got `em on the bottom
teeth. And I got the tooth-colored kind, so they're hard to see." Noah
opened his mouth wide to show his friend his braces.

Cody looked down into Noah's mouth. "Huh. Never noticed that. Well, I
probably would have noticed them by the time we started making out,
anyway."

"Making out?" Noah croaked nervously. Of course, he had fantasized about
kissing Cody ever since he first saw the boy in the cafeteria, but he never
thought that Cody would want to kiss him back. However, after seeing the
video clip of Cody's bizarre performance of "My Boy Lollipop", Noah slowly
began to get the sense that maybe Cody might be open to a little
experimental boy-on-boy kissing session after all.

"I was sort of figuring we'd make out a bit after I showed you my newest
video. That is, if that's okay with you."

"Sure it's okay with me. But I've never kissed a boy before, so I'm sure
I'm terrible at it."

"Don't worry, Noah. You'll get plenty of practice with me! C'mon, up onto
the bed. I wanna show you my latest video. I'm really proud of it."

Noah was feeling all mixed-up inside. He had secretly admired Cody from
afar for about two months, dreaming of all sorts of pleasant things they
might do together. Romantic stuff, like holding hands and taking long walks
in the woods. But now that he had actually gotten to know Cody a bit, he
had some serious reservations about getting involved with him. Cody was
just plain weird, and his weirdness made Noah uncomfortable. What am I
getting into, he wondered as he climbed onto the bed as Cody opened up some
file folders on his laptop.

Cody clicked on a file titled cody_lucky_dog.mpg, and the video began to
play. Then he leaned back on the bed, adjusted some pillows, and then
gently put his arm around Noah's shoulders. The two boys snuggled
together. Noah felt very happy to be cuddling up with Cody, but he was also
bracing himself for another one of Cody's freakish videos.

Simple white titles on black: Lucky Dog. The camera faded into a shot of
Cody, who was shirtless, sitting at a very elegant dining room table. Noah
wondered if Cody might also be naked underneath the table as well.  In
fact, Cody was wearing nothing but a very fancy studded leather dog collar,
the kind that a punk rocker might wear as a fashion statement. The collar
had a bone-shaped doggie tag that read CODY. On the table in front of him
was a stainless steel dog bowl.

Cody's brown hair had been combed down, but he had gelled his bangs up in a
cute little Tintin-like flip. Noah thought that Cody looked very cute and
sexy with his hair done that way. And the thought of Cody wearing nothing
but a dog collar was even sexier! He wished he could see the rest of Cody's
smooth, lean body under the table.

Then Cody began another one of his whimsical monologues. Apparently, Cody
was doing some sort of TV commercial parody. "Hey everybody, it's me Cody
here again, and I want to letyou know that even though it's a dog's life,
I'm a very well pampered pup! That's right! And you wanna know why I'm such
a well pampered pup? Well, I'll tell ya!" Cody reached off camera and
picked up a tin can. He held the can up to the camera. The can read: LUCKY
DOG PRIME CUTS IN GRAVY WITH BEEF AND LIVER.

"You see, my master only feeds me Lucky Dog, because it's made with real
meat and no byproducts! Well, there actually are a few byproducts, let's
see here, um, in the ingredients it says it's got `de-fatted fatty tissue',
whatever that means. Well, I'm sure that just makes it all the more tasty!"

Cody then opened the can with a hand-held can opener. "Mmm, I can smell
that gravy now!" He turned the can upside down and the dog food slid out
into the dog bowl with a loud schlump. It looked revolting.

"MMM, TASTY!" Cody exclaimed with a shit-eating grin. Then he stuck his
face in the bowl and ate it just like a real dog.

Noah was repulsed, but he didn't say anything. Maybe Cody had switched the
labels on the cans, and he was really eating canned beef stew or something
like that. But the glop in the bowl did look awfully like real dog food, in
all it's slimy, nasty glory.

"Boy, oh boy, what a tasty treat! I sure am a lucky dog!" By this point in
the video Cody's face was smeared with brown streaks of dog food. Noah
couldn't help thinking how much it looked like Cody was eating shit.

"Now I'm real thirsty!" he added. "But it looks like my master forgot to
fill my water bowl. What's a thirsty dog to do? Well, I'm a smart doggie,
so I always know the best place to find fresh water to drink!" The video
faded to black.

The next scene faded in on the bathroom. This time the camera was moving,
so Cody must have had someone else filming it. The bathroom door was
slightly ajar. Then it swung open and Cody came crawling in on his hands
and knees, completely naked except for his dog collar. Noah perked up when
he first saw Cody's naked body on the screen.

"Woof! Woof! Here's a good place to get a drink!" Cody exclaimed excitedly
as he approached the toilet bowl. The camera zoomed in to show that the
water in the bowl was piss yellow.

Noah cringed because he could easily figure out what was going to happen
next. In the video, Cody saw the piss in the toilet bowl, held both hands
to his cheeks and made the infamous Macaulay Culkin `Home Alone' expression
of mock horror.

"Gee whiz, somebody whizzed in my water bowl! Well, what did I tell ya?
Sometimes it really is a dog's life. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to
drink it anyway!"

As Noah watched the video of Cody sticking his head in the toilet bowl and
lapping up the pissy water, he thought to himself, `this can't be for real!
I'm sure Cody wouldn't actually drink urine from a toilet bowl. Or would
he?

"Okay, Cody, I got you figured out!" Noah exclaimed when the video was
over. "You didn't really do all those things in the videos, did you?"

"What do YOU think?" Cody asked as he turned off his laptop.

"They were like, fake props," Noah said. "You used fake blood when you
picked your nose. And you switched the label on a can of beef stew so it
looked like dog food. And you put food coloring in the toilet bowl to make
it look like you were drinking pee. You weren't REALLY drinking pee, were
you?" Noah asked nervously.

"An artist never reveals his secrets," Cody said mysteriously. Then he
reached over to place the laptop on his nightstand. As he did so, he
accidentally knocked a small brown glass bottle onto the floor.

Noah rushed to pick up the bottle for Cody. As he picked it up, he took a
quick glance at the bottle. This is what it said on the label:

n-amyl nitrite; C5H11NO2 99.84% Muck Neotech Laboratories, Inc.  Plant #6R
Volatiles Division Quality Control RMHV99 Batching # 445 MSDS on file
Analysis Completed: V. Wattenberg 11/7 Pending Final Approval: C. Muck

"Hey Cody, is this like some new product your dad's company is developing?"

"Oh, that?" Cody said, taking the bottle back from Noah. "No, it's actually
a fairly common chemical that they manufacture. My dad lets me help out
with quality control. I get to test every batch to make sure it's good."

"Oh, cool! Your dad must have taught you a lot about chemistry, Cody!"

"Not really, but I sure know how to tell if this stuff's any good or not."

Noah was curious. "How can you tell if it's any good if you don't know
about chemistry?"

"Oh, I have ways of testing it," Cody said with his impish smile. "Maybe
one day I'll show you." Cody put the bottle back on the nightstand. Noah
noticed that Cody had several other bottles just like it.

"So let's start making out," Cody grinned, quickly changing the
subject. "You're gonna give me the tongue, right?"

"I-I-I guess so," Noah stammered. He rolled over on the bed and held onto
Cody in an awkward embrace. "I hope I don't disappoint you." Then Noah
quickly kissed Cody on the lips.

"Ooh, you're a shy boy. I like that," Cody cooed. Then he began to stroke
Noah's hair. "I really dig your hair, Noah. These highlights really
brighten up your face. Who does your hair?"

"Uh, it's natural. My hair's naturally like that. No highlights. My mom
cuts it. I'm gonna kiss you again now. Okay?"

Noah pressed his lips to Cody's slightly parted mouth. Gently, he poked his
tongue inside. Cody moaned pleasantly. Noah poked his tongue in a little
further, feeling Cody's front teeth. Cody opened his mouth wide and
practically sucked Noah's tongue inside. Noah gasped. Cody held onto the
sides of Noah's face and began to insert his tongue into Noah's
mouth. Their tongues touched. Then Cody let go and gave Noah a broad grin.

"That wasn't so hard now, wasn't it?" Cody asked.

"That was fun! Let's keep doing it!"

"You know what's fun about kissing you, Noah?"

"What?"

"Your braces. I've never kissed a boy with braces before. I'm afraid of
getting cut on your braces, so I have to be extra careful. And being
careful makes me really pay attention to the kiss. And kissing you is very
exciting, Noah."

"Well, it's probably easier cuz I only have the bottom ones. I'm glad I'm
not a complete metal mouth!" he laughed.

"You wanna be my boyfriend, Noah?" Cody whispered, holding Noah tightly.

"Yeah," Noah whispered softly, his face muffled in Cody's sweatshirt.

The two boys sucked face for quite a long time. To them it seemed like
forever. As their hot tongues explored each other's mouths, they both felt
their swelling erections pressing up against each other.

Noah couldn't believe things were happening so fast. Just three weeks ago
Noah had first spotted the boy of his dreams in the lunch line. Now he was
kissing that very same boy, and that boy had asked him to be his
boyfriend. Noah was on Cloud Nine.

But there was only one problem. Noah knew that his dream boy was far from
perfect. His dream boy was a little `different'.  In fact, Noah's dream boy
was completely out of his fucking mind.

Noah broke the hot kiss. "Cody?" he asked.

"Yeah?"

"Can I suck your toes again? I really liked that."

"You want me to suck your toes, too?"

"If you wanna."

"Sure!" Cody grinned. "A sixty-nine toe suck!" Cody excitedly flopped over
to the other side of the bed, with his face near Noah's feet. He began to
peel Noah's socks off. "Your feet smell great, too!" he added as be put
Noah's big toe into his mouth.

The two boys lay head to toe, passionately licking the soles of each
other's feet, licking in between each sweaty toe, and gently nibbling on
each other's toenails. They wiggled their toes in each other's faces,
sniffed and licked to their hearts' content.

It was Noah who had made the big move. "Hey Cody," he said, taking his
boyfriend's foot out of his mouth, you wanna try the real sixty-nine? You
know, sucking each other's dicks?"

"I thought you'd never ask!"

The two boys shifted forward so that their faces were in each other's
crotches. They eagerly began to undo each other's jeans to get to the
hidden treasure.

Noah struggled with getting Cody's web belt undone. He paused, waiting for
Cody to take over and undo it for him.

"I'm not gonna help you undo it, Noah," Cody said. "You'll get it undone if
you want to suck my dick bad enough." Noah felt Cody's fingers running
through his hair, and he set to work at undoing the belt with renewed
zeal. Finally he got it open and exposed Cody's adorable little cock, which
was standing at attention.

Noah was already feeling Cody's mouth on his own cock, so he immediately
began licking, sucking and nuzzling Cody's sweet little penis.

"Lick my balls," Cody mumbled, doing the same to Noah. Noah began to lick
his friend's balls. He was a little afraid to hurt Cody, because his own
balls were so sensitive. In fact, Cody was being quite rough with Noah's
delicate little scrotum.

"Ouch!" Noah yelped, pulling his scrotum away from Cody's aggressive lips.

"Sorry. I guess some guys don't like having their balls sucked. Feels great
to me. Why don't you suck my balls a little harder? You know, put `em both
in your mouth and squeeze down with your lips. That really turns me on."

Noah sucked Cody's balls as instructed. Noah actually did enjoy the feeling
of Cody's entire scrotum in his mouth. He would tease it with his tongue
and feel the two testicles jumping around in their sack.

Meanwhile, Cody's tongue had gone past Noah's balls and had just begun to
explore the boy's delicate asshole. When Noah felt Cody's tongue starting
to probe his hole, he jumped.

"Hey! That's my butt!"

"I know."

"Cody, you're licking my butt! That's gross!"

"Mmm, tasty!"

Noah was aghast. "You mean you actually LIKE licking butts? Doesn't it
taste like shit?"

"Sure does!" Cody purred. "Don't it feel good to have me cleaning your
butthole with my tongue?"

Well, Noah was enjoying the feeling. He was just a little surprised that
anyone would do such a thing. "Yeah, it is kinda nice. It's just weird, you
know. Like you're a dog sniffin' my butt or something."

"Woof! I'm a Lucky Dog!" Cody's tongue slid deeper into Noah's little
hole. Noah squirmed with pleasure.  Noah then carefully moved his face
closer to Cody's butthole. He spread the cheeks to look at the pink little
star-shaped sphincter. Could he bring himself to lick Cody there the way
Cody was licking him? He didn't think so. Not yet anyway. Noah went back to
sucking on Cody's dick. That was something Noah could handle. It tasted
salty and sweaty, kind of like Cody's feet.

Cody moved back from Noah's asshole and started sucking Noah's cock
again. The two boys got into a serious rhythym. Noah felt Cody bucking
wildly in and out of his mouth, and then he stopped. Noah then reached down
to his own cock and jerked himself to orgasm while Cody kept his lips
firmly wrapped on Noah's little cockhead.

Exhausted, the two boys lay together on the bed, head to feet, with their
pants and underwear still around their ankles.

"Did you cum?" Noah asked Cody.

"Course I came. Couldn't you tell?"

"Yeah, I know you came. I just meant, can you make cum yet? I don't think I
tasted any."

"Only a drop or two. You probably didn't even notice when I shot it in your
mouth. But my dad says I'll be shooting a man-sized load pretty soon."

"Oh yeah, my dad gave me that talk, too. `Son, when your body starts
changing', and all that crap."

"I'm so glad I met you, Noah. You're really sweet."

Just then Mr. Muck opened up Cody's bedroom door and caught the two boys in
bed with their pants down. Noah instantly tried to cover himself with a
pillow. Cody didn't bother.

To Noah's astonishment, Mr. Muck didn't even seem to care that he had just
caught his son fooling around with another boy.

"Oh, sorry boys. I guess I caught you two at a bad time."

"It's okay, Dad. We're all done."

"Cody, I just wanted to remind you about the Chris Ofili opening tomorrow
night. Did you still want to go?"

"Nah. I think Noah and I are gonna want to hang out again tomorrow."

"Fine with me. You can stay here with Noah tomorrow night. I'll be meeting
up with some other collectors in Manhattan anyway. I'll try to get you a
catalog from the show."

"Thanks, Dad."

To Be Continued