Date: Mon, 3 Nov 2008 16:22:20 -0800 (PST)
From: Tracy Smith <tracysmith20022002@yahoo.com>
Subject: School for Excess, Part 3

School for Excess, Part 3 (M/M/b/b, group, scat, ws, oral, anal)

Copyright 2008, Tracy Smith, and everything that goes with that.

This is a fictional story of sexual activity among adult males and (often)
underage males. If that offends you, or you're underage, or this story is
illegal where you are, then don't read it. In any case, though, please make
a donation to the Nifty board for posting it.

If you like THIS story, you might also like "Sleepover Diversion", "Paper
Boy's Dilemma", "Fat Boy", and "Wearing Chris and Eric", all available at
www.nifty.org. This is all fantasy, of course - but what a wonderfully
PERVERTED fantasy!! Write me at Tracysmith20022002@yahoo.com if you like
it. If you don't like it, well, I just don't know what to say.

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If you read "Fat Boy" (parts 1-3), and the first 2 parts of this story,
you'll know I'm Scott O'Brien, a brown-haired, blue-eyed, 205 pound, 6' 1"
21 year old ex-college football quarterback. You'll also understand why I
was the lover of a fabulously wealthy blond, 23 year old ex-fat boy (but
now sleek and slim), Lynn Talbot. We shared a mutual interest in gay sex,
sex with young boys, and scat and water sports.

After we met, we had built and started a progressive charter boarding
middle school for boys, called `The Access School for Boys." We thought of
it as, "The School for Excess". We specialized in taking in boys with one
or both parents absent. It had been a big success, and we had been in
operation for nearly a year, with approximately forty boys, all cute, and
we hoped to meet our limit of 100 boys. This is another of a continuing
series of tales from that period.

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I headed straight up to the top floor apartment, which constituted the
living area for Lynn and I while we were in attendance at the charter
school we had started the year before, the Access School for Boys. We
thought the name connoted the dream we had, of providing access to both the
finer things in life, and to brighter futures, for boys who through loss of
one or both parents, had had such dreams quashed.

Of course, we still had Lynn's mansion in the suburbs, but having a
luxurious dwelling area very close to the school, allowed us both to be
more `hands on' with the boys, so to speak. It was a fairly typical, if
very well appointed, penthouse suite, approximately 3,000 square feet of
living, and playing, space, though it lacked the sexually appealing
amenities of our hidden basement level floor, the one with the diarrhea hot
tub, the shit and piss filled swimming pool, a hot running piss tap for the
thirsty, the `fart breathers', and other such delights. Still, the
penthouse suite was very pleasant and comfortable, and Lynn and I both
enjoyed bringing boys there, particularly with initial seductions in mind.

Anyway, I got to the suite and found Lynn lying naked on the bed, engrossed
in the 65" HD monitor across from our bed. He had a dildo up his ass, and
his right hand on his cock. I can't possibly recount in one story, the
number of boys' openings that had already been pleasured in that bed,
though we had been open less than a year. But every time I saw it,
brobdinagian as it was, capable of holding a dozen randy boys and a couple
of horny men at once, if necessary (lol), I was reminded of the numerous
pleasures and delights that widely stretched boy anuses had brought to my
fingers, my dick, and most pleasantly, my tongue and mouth.

"Whatch lookin' at, lover?" I asked the now-slim blond 25 year old, my
ultra-rich and quite sexy lover, kissing his cheek. When I'd met him, he'd
been grossly fat, and you can read about that in my story `Fat Boy'. But
there was something about our love affair that was good for both of us, and
Lynn had really slimmed down, began working out, and had cosmetic surgery
to remove the traces that had remained from his formerly obese condition.
As for me, I'd discovered, in no particular order, the pleasures of 1) gay
love, 2) sex with boys, and 3) how much fun shit and piss play really are!

Currently, Lynn was furiously stroking his thick and long cock, the wide
piss slit slick and shiny with his pre cum, practically gushing out. I
licked my lips. Whatever he was looking at, it had to be particularly hot,
given that it was easy enough to find a boy's mouth to put over one's cock
head instead of jerking off. And ditto on the dildo - we had already
trained enough boys at the school, that a willing participant for some hot
ass fucking could be readily found.

He answered me by grunting, then spurting a couple of hot, thick loads of
his cum all over his lower stomach. He lay back, gasping. "God, Scott. That
fucking Jeffrey. He and Billy. In their bathroom...."

"Oh yeah?" I replied, interested now. I had found blond, blue eyed Billy to
be a very sweet, young boy, twelve years old, cock-achingly beautiful and
desirable. At 5' tall and just under 100 pounds, he promised to be a real
delight in bed, his sweet, naked body, 4" cock and tiny, hairless balls
would feel lovely lying on top of me in a hot embrace, sharing passionate
kisses. While I had experienced some hot oral sex with him in the basement
shower room, we hadn't progressed to much of anything that would involve a
bathroom, or at least not the raunchier aspects of a bathroom, and we
unfortunately had not yet been naked together in a warm, comfy bed. We had
peed together, and I hoped that the experience would prepare him for
darker, more exciting pursuits. There was absolutely nothing more exciting
to Lynn and me, than the combinations of things that could be experienced
by putting boys and men and bathrooms together, so my dick already began
perking up.

Jeffrey, the other boy with Billy on the video screen, was a year younger,
but far more advanced in the variations of gay love, and he had shown
talents in that area that astounded me. I was hopeful that I might get to
see him introduce Billy to some of those `other' interests in this video.
Jeffrey was 4' 10", 90 pounds, with dark brown hair, and luminescent green
eyes, and his penis was only 4" long, too, but he wasn't shy about putting
it into any male mouth or ass hole he could find.

Both boys were absolutely adorable.

"Gonna have a replay?" I asked, looking up at the screen, which was frozen
in a picture of the 11 year old Jeffrey and 12 year old Billy locked in a
tight embrace, their lips pressed together in a passionate kiss. Before
Lynn could answer, I heard the sounds of several boys' voices coming from
the kitchen. I looked at Lynn quizzically, and he just shrugged. Intrigued,
I headed over to see what was happening, and which boys they were.

The two boys from the escort service that I talked about in Part 3 of `Fat
Boy', Josh and Marcel, were busy in the kitchen, dressed in gym shorts, tee
shirts and aprons with the slogan "Kiss the Cook", except that the word
`Kiss' was crossed out on one apron, and the word `Fuck' scrawled over it,
while the other had the letters `'s boy pussy' neatly penned in behind the
word `Cook'.  Absently, I wondered what kind of cooking store you'd find
those aprons at.

Josh and Marcel were accompanied by two other boys that I didn't
recognize. It had been a year since I last described the two boys from the
escort service, and Josh and Marcel had changed just a little bit.

Josh had grown a few inches, to all of 5'1", and put on about 20 pounds,
bringing him to around 115 pounds, but every bit of him still looked as
luscious and tasty as hell. I was drooling thinking of his cock growing
another inch or so. Josh's blond hair now featured a wide tuft of green in
the center, almost like a mohawk of color, and he now had a tongue stud
that he flashed frequently, but that also made him lisp charmingly.

"Hey, Thcott," he said in welcome.

"Nice stud, there, stud," I said, kissing him and giving him the
opportunity to show off his stud on my tongue. I wanted to see how it would
feel on my cock and ass hole, too.

"You remember Marthel," Josh said. I looked at his brother, who had not yet
experienced the growth spurt that Josh had, or the cosmetic conversion to
`wild semi-goth'. He was still 4' 11" tall, and just a cunt hair under 100
pounds of pure boy sexiness. His hair was still long and black, thankfully
just black. I hoped his ass hole was still as tight, though given their
line of work, the odds were against it. Marcel pressed against me, bringing
his warm mouth to mine, and his hand eagerly sought out my package.

"Still big," he said, admiringly.

"Thanks, big guy. Who are these two?" I asked, looking at the two
strangers.

"Lynn thaid he wanted a thpecial treat for you tonight - oopth, did I give
anything away?" Josh looked embarrassed. That was a look I thought I'd
never see on those two - they weren't exactly virgins, or particularly shy.

"Naah, it's okay," Lynn said, sauntering in the room. He had on a pair of
gray gym shorts pulled over his naked hot ass and still stiff dick. The red
tip of his fine cock was sticking up over the waistband.

"Hey Josh, anybody ever tell you that you sound kind of gay with that
lisp?" I said, teasing the cute blond. He gave me the finger.

"It'th marketing, thtupid. "If a guy hearth me talking, whath he gonna
think?" Josh asked me.  "Um, that you're gay?" I answered.

"Duh. And what buthineth am I in?" He continued. "And oneth he figureth out
that I like to be fucked by men, and heth a man who can fuck me, and I've
got thith lovely tongue thtud to uthe while thucking hith fat cock....ith
bonuth time, baby!" He grinned, and Marcel nodded in agreement.

"He's taking away all my boyfriends," Marcel complained. "The little
bitch." He grinned after saying that last. "Oh, and these are Blaze and
Jesse," he said, gesturing at the two smaller boys standing shyly to the
side. Blaze was about 4' 6", 80 pounds, with predictably red hair, and he
was cutely freckled across his nose and upper cheeks, with sweet green
Irish eyes.

Jesse was 4' 11" and 90 pounds. His hair was blond, his eyes a startlingly
light blue, and he reminded me of someone. His face and body were
unbelievably pixieish. I thought I could easily fall in love with a boy
that cute.

"Jesse's named after Jesse McCarthy," Marcel said. I looked blank.

"You know, the guy in the porn video, `Tastes Like Twinks'"? The blond guy
in the deserted factory with the other guy?" Marcel reminded me.

"Oh, fuck!" I said. "That kid is fucking beautiful! I KNEW he reminded me
of someone I was in love with!" Jesse looked pleased, and Lynn looked a
little pissed.

"Oh, c'mon, you don't mind me having a crush on an actor, do you? You know
I love you!" I said, placating him. The truth is, Jesse McCarthy is one
fucking amazing cute kid, and I'd do ANYTHING to get in his tiny little
underpants. Of course, there wasn't much I wouldn't do with either Lynn or
any of the boys at the school or the escort service, so that's hardly going
out on a limb. Still, that guy gives me an instant boner, and the Jesse in
front of me reminded me a whole lot of him.

Both boys piped up, "Hi!"

One thing about the escort service that Lynn and I occasionally used - they
featured the most beautiful boys I'd ever seen. Boys who, if they got into
Hollywood, would light up the screen, winning the hearts of men and women
both. They were almost like a rich dessert. You could take them in small
doses, hours or days at a time, but if you had one of the escort boys for
much longer, you'd fall in love, and end up in a bad way when that
happened. Invariably, you'd want to spend every minute of that limited time
together naked, in bed, fucking, sucking, licking, kissing, worshiping
their beauty.

The boys in the school, on the other hand, were a little more down to earth
- to keep with the food metaphor, they were like the meat and potatoes. You
could spend time with each of those boys, and if you didn't necessarily end
up in bed, you'd still have a good time. Make no mistake, making love with
each of the school boys could be the most pleasurable thing you'd ever do
in your life, but it wouldn't be the only thing you'd want to do
together. And if you fell in love with one of the boys in the Access
School, you could rationally consider spending the rest of your life with
him, without going insane.

Of course, both choices pre-supposed you'd be able to avoid the blue noses
who had such an irrational fear of man and boy love.

"They're making dinner for us tonight," Lynn said, behind me. His hand
rested comfortably on my ass, lightly squeezing my meaty butt. He was hot
for me, I could tell, but there had to be some reason why the four boy
cunts were over, not that I had any problem with it. I was more than happy
to eat out any of their ass holes, or suck their cocks, or have them
pleasure me. Still, it wasn't quite the same as fucking one of the boys at
the school. When a student came, you knew it was because you'd made him
cum, not because he was being paid.

"Dinner? With the prices these guys charge, I'd imagine there'll be more
than just dinner...." I replied.

"Hey, we can't turn trickth all our liveth, Thcott," Josh replied
saucily. "A couple of uth are thaving our money to buy a rethtaurant
thomeday. Maybe have a couple of buthboyth of our own, y'know?" He grinned
at that, and I figured those busboys would probably make a lot more in tips
than the average restaurant worker. And I really had to admit, that lisp
was turning me on.  Josh was a pretty smart marketing guy! My dick was
starting to feel constricted in my slacks, as I thought about a sandwich
with Josh and Jesse, and me as the meat in that sandwich.

"I wrote a menu for them, and pulled the recipes off some of my old
cookbooks," Lynn said.  "There'll be Soupe à l'Oignon gratinée, Lentilles
au Chèvre, and the entree of Coq au Vin. Oh, and a bottle of that white
wine we had last Christmas. They're going to prepare it for us, and serve
it, too." Knowing Lynn, there was some twist to this, but I remembered the
video he'd been watching of the two students, and I figured dinner would
take care of itself. I'd be ready for it when it was ready for me.

"What's for dessert?" I asked.

"Ah, what indeed?" Lynn asked rhetorically, not answering me at
all. "C'mon, let's go look at the video and talk," he said, pulling me
toward the bedroom. I slipped my hand into his shorts, and caressed his
ass, then reached around to squeeze his swelling cock. I love its feel
under my fingers, so hot and thick, so hard, so alive.

When we got to the bed, I turned him to face me, then slipped my arms
around him, under his.  His arms went around my neck. "Mmm, I missed you,
sweetie," I said, kissing him warmly, enjoying the feeling of his body warm
against mine, his breathing loud in my ear. "And I'm hardly even jealous
that you wanked off to that video of a couple of our cuter students."

"Oh, Scott, you won't believe how hot this thing is," he said, his eyes
wide. "And, uh, if I don't miss my guess, you've got a hard on right now
for, let me see, Josh and, hmm, Jesse. Am I right?"  I grinned. "Right as
ever."

"You do know that they have to have clean hands while they prepare dinner,
right?" Lynn asked, smiling. "You can't have them wanking you, getting your
cum all over their fingers, or ask them to fist your sweet little ass hole,
when hygiene and sanitation are of paramount importance."

"Certainly not," I said. "I wouldn't think of such a thing. But after
dinner...." I said, hoping to get some line on what he was up to.

"That sounds nice," he said noncommittally.

I slipped his shorts down to the floor, his dick bobbing up like a boxer
embarrassed by a premature mandatory 10-count. My fingers wrapped
themselves around his 7" cock, feeling the beat of his heart, and the heat
of his body. His dick was still sticky from his orgasm. I ran my palm over
his treasure trail, and came away with a handful of wet, sticky cum. I
brought it to my nose and smelled it. I love the smell of a man's cum.

"What about that video, Lynn?" I asked. "Those guys are doing dinner, and
while it's cooking I can watch it. It must have been pretty good, you don't
usually gush quite that much," I said wryly, threads of his bleach-smelling
cum connecting my fingers like a web.

"You don't know the half of it," Lynn said. "That was the second time I
watched it, and the second time I came!" I just looked at him.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I said, incredulous. Lynn quickly stripped me
down, his hands all over me, and coming to rest on my penis, which was
already straining against his fingers. His finger tips teased the wiry hair
at the bottom of my ball sack, sending delicious shivers through my body

"I want to suck on it, while you sit back, and relax," Lynn whispered. That
finished my cock's short journey to being as hard as steel. Lynn is a
great, great cock sucker. I climbed up on the bed, and sat where Lynn had
been, my back against the headboard, the pillows warm and nested from
Lynn. I could smell his body there, it smelled good, a little sweaty and
dirty.

Lynn settled in across my lap, his fingers gentle on my dick, as though it
were a precious treasure, his other hand between my legs, stroking my balls
from underneath. Then his lips wrapped themselves around my hot shaft, his
breath and saliva moist and molten on me. I closed my eyes, and relaxed,
enjoying the feel of a man's mouth, lips and tongue softly sucking on my
cock.

My fingers were digging deep inside his hot ass, his experienced shit hole
nearly sucking me in.  I only wished I could fit my head up his cute, hot
ass, but I'd settle for fisting him while I sucked him off. I could feel a
thick, but soft, sludge filling his hot rectum, shit that, one way or
another, we'd both be sharing soon, a lovely, stinking and foul treat from
him to me.

Lynn's mouth was equally active, bobbing up and down on my dick, which was
ready to blow.  Suddenly, Lynn abandoned my dick to slide farther down my
body, his mouth now seeking out my own hot and ripe ass hole. "God Scott, I
want some of that beautiful shit you save for me!"  His breath raced hot
and furious over my ass hole, followed by his wet tongue, like a small but
agile dick fucking my hole.

Wanting to give it entry, wanting to be fucked by my male lover in that
intimate opening, and wanting even more to give him the pleasure of the
smelly treasure waiting within, I pulled my knees up toward my face, and
relaxed my sphincter as Lynn sucked on my hole. "Fuck, yeah!"  he moaned,
as he smelled the fresh, hot and slimy shit load waiting for his mouth. My
hot farts in his face did nothing to lessen his ardor.

I felt the turd sliding down inside my rectum, and pressing against my
anus. It was a big one, and as it boldly shouldered its way out it barely
experienced any exposure to the elements, almost instantly slipping between
his soft lips, into his mouth, delighted to once again be tasting his man's
shit.

"Ohh fuck!" I exclaimed, loving the thought of shitting into Lynn's mouth,
even as I loved him shitting in mine. My left hand was stroking his cock,
thick and long, as my other hand was going deeper inside his hot rectum,
fucking him as I stroked his hard dick. Meanwhile, Lynn's hand caressed and
stroked my own erection, as his mouth kissed and licked my dirty opening,
spreading shit all over my inner thighs and ass.

Lynn lay between my thighs, my legs pulled up toward my head, contentedly
chewing on the stinking, brown mass, slimy and wet, filling his mouth. A
brown trail of shit and saliva both dripped down from the corner of his
mouth as he crawled back up my body, his face nearing mine.  The smell of
man crap was overwhelming. My mouth opened reflexively as he approached me
for a kiss.

The feel of the bulging mass of soft, rotting fecal material entering my
mouth from his, excited me, and I thrust my cock against his hip, even as I
began chewing on the nearly dissolved material. We kissed passionately,
both of us enthusiastically chewing on my shit, our tongues pressed
together in ardor, and love. Both cocks erect, his recently satisfied, mine
as yet still waiting for release.

Lynn broke our kiss, his foul breath racing across my cheek. "Dinner's
about ready," he said, as I heard a soft knocking at the door. I looked up
to see the four boys from the kitchen, three of them pushing dinner carts,
and table and chairs, the fourth supervising. Of course, neither Lynn nor I
were at all embarrassed at being caught shit-faced, so to speak. We were
paying for their silence.

"Oh good, dinner's here," Lynn said, wiping his lips with his index finger,
scraping off a scum of shit. The boys quickly set up the table nicely, with
two comfortable chairs for Lynn and I. We scrambled out of bed, both naked,
and seated ourselves. One of the two new boys brought out a large serving
bowl and place it on the table. It was empty, which piqued my curiosity.

"You like your French food hot, right, Scott?" Lynn said, impishly. "And
lots of sauce?'

"Yes, of course," I said, a little puzzled.

"Josh?" Lynn said. "Will you please serve us our food?"

"Of courthe," Josh grinned. Leaning over the bowl, he stuck his finger deep
into his throat, provoking his vomit reaction. Immediately, a long, thick
stream of chunky onions, chicken and lentils poured from his mouth,
partially filling the bowl. The smell of vomit was dense, a miasma
surrounding our table. His initial river of puke was followed by several
others, all of it going into the bowl, streams of liquid and partially
digested pieces of food dripping off the cute boy's lips as he emptied his
stomach.

The other boys looked a little green from the odor, and began to lean in
towards the bowl. "Yes, yes, join in boys," Lynn giggled, and quickly the
boys began to reflexively vomit their own foul stomach contents int o the
bowl for us. Like Josh, their faces turned red from the gross exertion, and
their chins and mouths were covered with a shiny mess of stomach contents
and saliva, but soon the four boys had upchucked their dinner into the
serving bowl for Lynn and I to enjoy.

Lynn dished out two heaping bowls of boy vomit for us, and he and I dug in
with enthusiasm. As exciting and erotic as it is to eat another person's
vomit, the thought that it comes from a young boy is, to me, equally
exciting. I have never disliked any discharge that a sexy young boy would
care to give me!

This offering was splendid. It was apparent that they boys had cooked the
initial offering to perfection, eaten it, then returned it to us in the
perfect form of their regurgitation. Lynn and I ate nearly half of the
bowl, essentially re-consuming one boy's worth of digested food, when we
sat back, satisfied. I leaned over and kissed Lynn, my tongue scooping up
some vomit that was left on his chin, then intruding into his hot mouth to
enjoy his taste, too.  I leaned back then, breaking our kiss.

"We need to wash our lovely dinner down," Lynn reminded Josh. He looked
startled, then remembered. He grabbed two large crystal wine
glasses. Handing one to Marcel, he brought the glass down to his sweet
little pecker nestled between his thighs. Taking his soft cock between
thumb and forefinger, he gently place it inside the glass, his piss flow
beginning almost immediately. Golden splash of liquid off the crystal
bottom, sparkling as it caught the light, and foaming slightly from the
pressure of his release.

Josh's piss was a dark, golden color, and filled the glass half full. Then
he handed it to Marcel, who inserted his own cute little penis inside the
half-filled glass. He too released his flow of pee, a lighter yellow, as
Josh began to fill the second glass with his foaming, dark fluid.. Soon the
two boys had the glasses filled for us and handed them to Lynn and I. We
toasted each other, the school, and the four boys' good health, then drank
the sweet and salty fluid, the urine that our two loveable boys had
provided for our pleasure.

The drink was hot, salty and musky as it ran down our throats, we guzzled
their piss so greedily.  It would only have been more pleasurable if the
two boys had actually stood on the table and pissed directly down our
throats, but of course, that would not reflect good table manners, would
it?

"Lovely tasting piss," Lynn commented. I nodded.

"Yes, a musky piquancy, with an almost creamy consistency, ne-cest pas?" I
grinned.

Lynn chuckled. "You're really developing a refined sense, Scott. I'm SO
proud. Now, how about dessert?"

"Sure," I replied.

"Bring in the other two boys," he said to Marcel. The two boys entered the
room, nude of course.

"We'd like our dessert now," Lynn said. Both boys smiled, and a boy walked
to Lynn's side, the other by my side. They kissed us, their soft, warm, boy
lips gently nuzzling, their hot breath racing over our cheeks. Then the boy
by my side got down on his hands and knees, and lowered his face to the
floor, his milky white ass now sticking up in the air so delightfully.

Is there anything prettier than a boy's naked ass? So perfectly round and
warm, a dark shadow artfully concealing his sweet hole, the source of so
much pleasure for me. And is there a more bountiful source of pleasure? A
hot crevice to lick, stinking farts to smell, hot, wet loads of boy shit to
eat, and play with, a tight cunny to fuck - I can't conceive of any
wonderland greater than a boy's butt.

His small bottom, round and perfect, strained higher, and in doing so,
separated those tight butt cheeks, openly displaying his deep pink hole, a
tiny, quivering fleshy boy pussy gleaming from his inner rectal moisture. I
could have stared at that lovely hole for days, but as his anus opened
wider, I saw the soft, brown mass inside inching its way out, slimy
moisture glistening. Then I noticed that Marcel was wildly jerking himself
off, and approaching the boy's sweet ass. He was obviously straining to cum
as the boy shat before me.

Aiming his pink rod at the boy's ass, long streams of thick, white boy
cream shot out of Marcel's piss slit, laying themselves over the
ever-growing mound of fragrant brown shit building between the boy's ass
cheeks, like a marshmallow topping on a sundae.

I didn't need any pushing to quickly scramble to my knees, my face
approaching the boy's hot and tasty crap load, augmented as it was by
another boy's sticky cum. My tongue shot out, lapping at, first, the creamy
white coating, then the dark brown, foul substance of the main dish, my
mouth voraciously closing over the lumpy brown crap, my teeth chewing into
the soft, slimy mass, his foul feces filling my mouth, and quickly
dissolving under the assault of my saliva.

"Ummm", I moaned, savoring the taste of boy shit, swallowing to further
fill my stomach with this obscene repast. The boy moaned as he thought
about the disgusting scene he'd now involved himself with, and, running my
fingers over the shaft of his cock, one he obviously thoroughly
enjoyed. "Fuck me," he moaned softly. I certainly intended to! The boy's
hot ass continued to produce more shit for me to eat, and I did, my face
now smeared with his slimy brown crap, stinking as I hoped it would.

Too soon, though, the eruption of soft crap out of the boy's asshole
stopped, followed by a few stray bursts of intestinal gas, foul, hot, moist
and rank. I sighed with pleasure. The boy looked back up at me, his cheek
against the rug. "Now, fuck me, please?" he begged. My dick was as hard as
steel, the only question was if his tiny hole could take it. Judging from
the size of the turds he'd just shat, it should be possible.

I mounted the boy's hot ass cheeks, smeared as they were with his shit. My
dick head slowly filled the cleft of his ass hole just outside of his
ring. He moaned, in fear and pleasure. I then thrust forward sharply, my
fat cock head splitting into his hole, as he gave a yelp of pain, then a
sharp intake of breath, as he slowly began to feel my hot, thick shaft
filling his rectum, and journeying deeper inside him.

"Oooh," he moaned, as the pain gradually disappeared, and he marveled at
the feeling of fullness. As I sunk deeper inside the young boy's bowels, I
soon felt my curly pubic hair pressing into his soft ass. Then I began
withdrawing, my long, thick shaft scraping his intestinal walls, no doubt
further smearing his hot shit all over my cock, until my thick cock head
was just inside his tight, pulsing anal ring.

I could feel him tense, as he expected me to pull out, subjecting him to
another bout of sharp pain, from my too-big cock head splitting his
too-small ass hole. Instead of course, I thrust back into his delightfully
tight boy hole, fucking him slowly, then faster, wanting nothing more than
to wildly fuck this hot boy, and then cum inside his hot ass.

"Oh god!" he cooed, as I thrust harder and faster inside him. Reaching
around, and then between his legs, I felt his cock twitching in excitement
as he thoroughly enjoyed the ass pounding I was subjecting him to. The
tight clenching of his anal ring around my swollen cock, soon brought me to
the heights of pleasure, though I would have loved to extend it even
longer.

"Uhhh, fuck, I wanna cum in your ass, you little bitch!" I said through
pleasure-gritted teeth.

Sensing how close I was, he tightened his rectal muscles even tighter, the
residue of shit in his colon scraping over my sensitive cock. "Fuck my hot
little ass, sir! Please cum in my hole, make it drip with your jizz, make
me eat it out of my own hole!"

Well, if you've ever heard a young boy talking like that, you've probably
shortly thereafter shot a hot, wet load, and I'm no different. As ecstasy
washed over me, from my cock down to my toes, I felt pulse after pulse of
sweet, white semen shooting into the boy's ass. Another mind splitting
orgasm at the School for Excess!

I can't WAIT to tell you about the rest of the evening!

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