Date: Sun, 18 May 2008 08:43:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Toby Tyler <tobyt_yler@yahoo.com>
Subject: Poor Little Shit Boy Chapter 9

Poor Little Shit Boy

By

Toby Tyler

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

The story is completely fiction. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal to
read it, then shame on you! 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, Scat Boy For Pay 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 9

Noah was in a difficult situation. After discovering that his boyfriend had
secretly been having an affair with his father, his first instinct was to
run as far away from Cody Muck as he could. It didn't matter to him whether
Mr. Muck was Cody's real or adoptive father -- it all seemed equally
horrible to him.

He knew his plan to use Diego to make Cody jealous was a childish one, but
he went through with it anyway. It turned out to be a foolish mistake and
now Diego had started acting weird. Diego still insisted that he was
straight and just `pretending', but Noah suspected that Diego had deeper
feelings that he was trying to hide.

The truth was that Noah missed Cody very much. He thought about Cody
constantly. He also thought about Cody and his dad. Cody's dad. Harry
Muck. The whole thing had been very traumatic for him. Although Noah would
never admit it to anyone, he had started to imagine himself watching Cody
have sex with Cody's dad. It fueled his masturbation fantasies, filling him
with a mixture of anger an excitement that made him feel both sick to his
stomach and extremely aroused.

Finally, Noah could take it no more. He decided that he needed to talk to
Cody. Not in the hallway at school. Not on the phone. In private. After
school that day, Noah nervously made his way over to the Muck residence.

Instead of riding his bike to Cody's house, Noah had decided to take the
bus to Broadhollow, pick up a tasty treat as a sort of peace offering to
Cody, and then take a short walk to Cody's house in Cadenville.

It was a warm day, and Noah thought that Cody might enjoy some ice cream.
He passed by a Carvel's.

All of a sudden, Noah remembered Cody's remark the time he shat into Noah's
mouth. He had laughed and said, "What did you expect, Fudgie the Whale?"
Noah thought it would be funny to surprise Cody with a Fudgie the Whale ice
cream cake. So he went inside, but they were all of Fudgie the Whales and
he had to settle for a Cookie Puss instead.

The walk to Cadenville was longer than Noah had expected, and the sun was
growing hotter. Soon the Cookie Puss began to melt. Sticky melted ice cream
was coming through the bottom of the box and getting all over Noah's
hands. He licked the ice cream off his left hand and picked up the pace. He
hoped he could get to Cody's before the Cookie Puss was completely ruined.

Mr. Muck opened the door when Noah rang the doorbell. "Hello, Noah. Cody's
with his cousins today. But you can come in if you like. You're always
welcome at our house."

"Thanks, Mr. Muck."

"What's that you've got there?"

"I brought Cody a Cookie Puss, but it's kinda melted now."

"Oh, that's so thoughtful of you! Here, let me put it in the freezer for
him. Come on in. Would you like some cookies or something?"

"Sure, Mr. Muck. Thank you."

Mr. Muck took the ice-cream cake in one hand and patted Noah on the head
with the other hand. Slowly, his hand slid down Noah's neck and rested on
the boy's shoulders. Mr. Muck guided Noah into his house.

Mr. Muck went into the kitchen to put the Cookie Puss in the freezer,
leaving Noah to look at the latest addition to Mr. Muck's art
collection. There were six rather curious pencil drawings in the
vestibule. They looked vaguely like anatomical drawings, and the paper had
some oily stains on it. They were framed in odd, thick, off-white
frames. Noah wondered what the frames were made out of. They looked like
plastic, but he wasn't quite sure. Gingerly, Noah put a finger up to touch
one of the frames.

Noah felt Mr. Muck's beefy hand rest gently on his shoulder. "Careful with
that frame, Noah. It's self-lubricating," Mr. Muck warned.

"Oh!" Noah quickly pulled his finger away from the self-lubricating
frame. "Sorry."

"Oh, you can touch. Just be careful, that's all."

Mr. Muck was carrying a fancy cardboard box . "Come on into the living
room, Noah. Try these cookies. They're really good."

"Thanks, Mr. Muck." Noah followed Mr. Muck into the living room.

Mr. Muck put the cookie box down on the coffee table. "I'll get some milk,"
he said.

It felt odd for Noah to be alone in the house with Mr. Muck. Usually
Mr. Muck was away on business, and he and Cody had the house to themselves
to play in. It felt especially uncomfortable for Noah since he now knew
about Mr. Muck and the kind of things he did with his son.

Mr. Muck returned with a pitcher of milk and sat down next to Noah. "You
know, I'm very glad you decided to come around again. Cody really misses
you."

"I miss Cody, too."

Mr. Muck stood up again. "Excuse me, Noah. I'll be back in a few minutes."


Noah's heart was beating and he felt a knot in his stomach. He knew what
was about to happen and he felt powerless to stop it. In fact, he WANTED it
to happen.

Mr. Muck was heading towards one of the downstairs bathrooms. Now was the
time for Noah to make his move. He started to get nervous. His stomach was
tied up in knots and his heart was pounding. Quietly, he got up and
followed Mr. Muck to the bathroom.

Noah did not know what was making him do this. He had started having
fantasies about servicing Mr. Muck ever since he found out that Cody had
been sucking his dad's cock. It made Noah angry, jealous, and not just a
little bit aroused. The idea of a boy having sex with his father disturbed
him to no end, but once the thought had been planted in Noah's mind he
couldn't get rid of it. His fantasies grew and grew in his brain until he
felt that he had to act on them.

In fact, he felt almost hypnotized. This was something his conscious mind
resisted so much, yet he felt that he `had' to do it. He hadn't realized
how much of Cody's training had been leading him up to this point.

Mr. Muck hadn't noticed that Noah had been following him until he was about
to close the bathroom door. He gave the boy a curious look.

"Yes, Noah?"

"Uh, Mr. Muck?"

"Yes?" Mr. Muck waited for Noah's answer with a slight smile.

"Mr. Muck, can I?"

"Can you what?"

Noah flushed with embarrassment. His heart was beating wildly. "I just, um,
ah, well, I just wanna be in there with you. Is that okay?"

No words were spoken. Mr. Muck gently ushered Noah into the bathroom and
closed the door.

Noah stood in front of Mr. Muck and nervously began to undo the man's belt
buckle. His hands were shaking, and he had a lot of trouble getting it
undone. Still, he was glad that Mr. Muck didn't help him any. He wanted to
do it all by himself.

Then he got the zipper down and reached into the waistband of Mr. Muck's
boxer shorts. Mr. Muck's fat cock was soft, warm and uncut. It was a bit
like holding a warm water balloon.

Noah got on his knees before Cody's dad and, holding the penis in both
hands, pulled down the foreskin and slipped the head of the cock into his
mouth. Then he looked up at Mr. Muck and waited.

Noah couldn't believe he was doing this! With Cody's dad!

Once he felt his tongue against the cockhead and began tasting the salty
funk of dried piss, Noah's anxiety began to subside. He had taken a big
risk in approaching Mr. Muck this way, and the man had not rejected him.

Noah didn't move a muscle. He continued to look up at Mr. Muck, waiting to
receive the man's hot piss into his mouth.

Mr. Muck began to gently stroke Noah's hair when Noah tasted the first
slightly bitter dribbles squirt across his tongue. Noah inadvertently
moaned with pleasure. It felt so good to feel Mr. Muck's cock in his mouth
and fingers running through his hair.

When his mouth completely filled up with the salty warmth of Mr. Muck's
first load of urine, Noah tilted his head back and took it all in one gulp,
just like he would do with Cody's piss. He was instantly erect.

Mr. Muck continued to gently stroke Noah's hair as he drained his full
bladder into the boy's waiting mouth. His hand slowly moved down to caress
the boy's ear, his smooth cheek, his chin and his neck. Noah closed his
eyes and moaned again as Mr. Muck's hand came to rest on the boy's lean
shoulder. He was happy.

Noah took more of Mr. Muck's cock into his mouth until he was down to the
root. Mr. Muck's wiry and slightly funky pubic hair was pressed against the
boy's nose. Noah breathed in deeply. Mr. Muck finished pissing, but Noah
didn't move. He just knelt there with Mr. Muck's cock quickly growing
bigger and bigger in his mouth.

When Noah began to slowly move his head up and down on Cody's dad's cock,
he was amazed at how much bigger it had grown. He was, in fact, astonished
at how much cock he had been able to fit into his mouth. He pulled the cock
out of his mouth and began to lovingly lick and worship it, tracing a big
fat vein with the tip of his tongue. Then he opened his mouth again and
quickly impaled himself on that giant cock again, taking as much as he
could possibly fit into his mouth. He felt Mr. Muck grind his cockhead at
the back of his throat. Noah's eyes began to water.

With cock in mouth, Noah took his hands away and struggled to pull
Mr. Muck's pants and boxers down. Mr. Muck sat down on the toilet. Noah was
careful to move with Mr. Muck in such a way that the cock never left his
mouth. He repositioned himself in front of the toilet with his head in
Mr. Muck's lap.

Mr. Muck continued to stroke Noah's hair as he gently pushed the boy's head
down onto his engorged cock. Noah noticed Mr. Muck's abdominal muscles
tense up as the man let out a loud fart.

Noah moaned again as the scent of the fart hit his nostrils. He had thought
his cock was as hard as it could possibly be, but twitched and got even
harder.

Noah realized that Mr. Muck needed to take a shit. He looked down at Noah.
Once again, he did not say a word. The look on his face was asking Noah a
question: Do you want me to? Noah let Mr. Muck's cock slip out of his mouth
for a second. He looked up at Mr. Muck and nodded: Yes. Then he went back
down and began aggressively sucking on the man's cock.

Noah felt thrilled as he felt Mr. Muck's abdominal muscles tensing against
his forehead as he strained to take a shit. He had always wondered about
Mr. Muck's body. Mr. Muck was a big man, but it was hard to tell if he was
built like a wrestler or if he was just kind of overweight. Now Noah could
see that Mr. Muck was definitely well-built. His abdomen was like a barrel,
but tight with well-defined abs.

At this point Noah was going wild. He desperately wanted to swallow a load
of Cody's dad's cum, and he bobbed up and down faster and faster on the
man's cock. Meanwhile, Mr. Muck was pushing out a long turd into the
toilet. Noah went even wilder when he smelled the stink and heard the
splash in the toilet.

As he was nearing his climax, Mr. Muck put both hands on his head. He held
the boy's head in place as he shoved the cock in farther and faster. Noah
choked when he felt the back of his mouth start to fill up with loads of
slimy jizz. Noah involuntarily began to swallow. He held the boy's head
down on his cock until Noah had taken it all.

Both man and boy were flushed and sweating. Noah smiled weakly at Mr. Muck
as he wiped the drool and cock juice from the corner of his mouth. His legs
and knees hurt from kneeling on the hard tile floor. Mr. Muck patted the
boy's hair and then leaned over to kiss the boy on the forehead. Then he
reached for the toilet paper. Noah grabbed Mr. Muck's hand and pulled it
away from the toilet paper roll.

It was an awkward moment. They hadn't said a word during the whole
incident, and Noah felt that speaking now would break the moment. Still, he
needed to communicate to Mr. Muck exactly what he wanted to do.

Noah opened his mouth. He felt very awkward. He stuck his tongue out like a
panting dog. No, that was stupid. He wanted to look sexy, not stupid. He
pulled his tongue in a bit, with his mouth still open, and tried to give
Mr. Muck a seductive look. That felt stupid, too. He tried slowly licking
his lips. Mr. Muck got the message.

Mr. Muck stood up, turned around and bent over. Noah, still on his knees,
eagerly crawled over to the man's ass. He thought it would be hairy, it was
really quite smooth. Noah didn't realize that Cody lovingly shaved his
dad's ass every week.

Mr. Muck spread his ass cheeks with his hands so Noah could have better
access to the hole. He dived right in, sticking his tongue right into a
brown smear on the side of the ass cheek. Noah felt new waves of pleasure
running through his body as he cleaned Mr. Muck's hole. He felt so nasty
and filthy, doing this with his boyfriend's dad. Allowing himself to be
used like toilet paper. And what was more, he was so aroused that he didn't
even need any of Cody's poppers to do this.

He licked and licked, but he seemed to be doing more smearing around than
actually cleaning. He decided to spend more time on the hole. He stuck his
tongue right in the pucker and began to dig in for more shit. There was
something about the feel and taste of shit coating his tongue that set Noah
over the edge. Also, Mr. Muck began to expand and contract his sphincter,
and Noah felt it gripping his tongue tightly.

He was barely conscious of the fact that all the while he had been rubbing
his cock through his jeans. He was too excited to fiddle with getting his
cock out. He felt the pasty shit drying on his nose as he buried his face
further into the hole. His tongue strained to go even deeper. At the point
when Noah could get his tongue in no further, he felt his cock spurting in
his jeans.

Just then the bathroom door opened. It was Cody. "Hey dad, I need you to
sign my report card -- Dad! Noah! Dad!"

Cody stood frozen in the doorway, speechless when he saw Noah's face buried
in his dad's ass. Noah turned to Cody and smiled, his face and nose smeared
with shit.

"Hey Cody, there's a Cookie Puss in the freezer. It kinda got a little
soft, but I think it's nice and hard now."

To Be Continued