Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2007 20:28:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Toby Tyler <tobyt_yler@yahoo.com>
Subject: Seventh Grade Foot Slave Chapter 8

Seventh Grade Foot Slave

By Toby Tyler
tobyt_yler@yahoo.com

This is my first story. If you enjoyed reading it you can email me at
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Chapter 8

I really enjoyed spending time with Brad, Tony and Danny in their
clubhouse. I usually just sat there quietly while the guys talked, drank
and smoked, bragged about shoplifting and what they did with their
girlfriends and whatever other delinquent activities they enjoyed.

I was always ready when one of them wanted a blowjob or needed to take a
piss in my mouth. They also had the nasty habit of spitting a lot,
especially when they were smoking. Regular smoking, the boys discovered,
caused them to produce a lot of phlegm. I didn't want them to make a
mess of the nice floor of their clubhouse, especially since I had to sit
on the floor. So naturally, any time a guy wanted to spit I would let him
deposit his excess slime into my mouth. Sometimes they would miss my
mouth and get it on my face or in my hair. Once I tried to wipe it off,
but Brad yelled at me. So I always let it dry on my face after that.

Any time one of the guys got a new pair of sneakers, it was my job to
keep them clean. Every day I spent some time licking off all the scuff
marks to keep the sneakers nice and white.  But not Brad. He would still
wear the same old Nikes I so lovingly licked clean for six weeks once. He
didn't want me to give his sneakers daily cleanings. Instead, he would
wait a month or two until they were really dingy, and then give them to
me to take home for a deep cleaning. "Here's your homework, Toby"
he'd say as he'd hand me his filthy sneakers. He had a second pair
(Adidas) that he would wear while I was working on his regular sneakers.
I got to clean those sneakers, too.

That's just what I was doing. We were in the clubhouse, and all three
boys were resting their sneakers on orange crates as I went back and
forth, licking off all the scuff marks and grass stains. They were
passing a giant bag of Doritos around.

"Brad, can I have some Doritos, please?" I asked.

"No, but you can lick my fingers when I'm done. That way I don't have
to wipe my hands on my shorts." The other guys thought that was a good
idea, too. I didn't get any Doritos, but I did get to lick all the nacho
cheese flavor from all their fingers, which was somehow even more
delicious than the Doritos themselves.

Brad stood up. "Hey Toby," he said. "Come outside with me." He told
the other guys he needed to see me alone. Danny lit up a joint. "Get
back here soon if you wanna get high with us, Brad. We're almost out of
weed."

I followed Brad into the woods about fifty yards away from the clubhouse.
I awaited Brad's instructions.

"Okay, Toby. You owe me one for all the times I let you drink my piss."

I listened carefully. At this point, there was no question that I was
going to do anything Brad asked me to do. It certainly couldn't have
been much more disgusting than anything else I had done.

"Toby, where are we right now?"

"We're in the woods, Brad. Near the clubhouse. The gravel pit is that
way, and the trailer park is that way." I pointed. "Why?"

"Yes, Toby. We're in the woods. Now what's on the ground?"

"Just leaves. Dry leaves. And pine needles."

"Have you ever taken a shit in the woods?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"And what did you wipe your ass with?"

"Um, leaves. And Kleenex if I had it." I began to see where Brad was
going with this.

"I'll bet the leaves were really rough on your ass, weren't they?"

"Yeah." I was starting to get an erection again.

"Now Toby, here's the thing," Brad explained. "I gotta take a shit.
But I don't have any Kleenex and I'm sure you wouldn't want me to have
to scratch my ass up with those leaves. Got any ideas?"

I did have an idea. An idea I knew Brad would be very pleased with.  My
eyes lit up. "I'll wipe your ass for you, Brad."

"So what are you going to use to wipe my ass with, Toby?"

"This." I stuck out my tongue and wiggled it at him.

I think that by this time I had been desensitized to licking up
disgusting things. Several months ago I would have been revolted at the
thought. Now I was ready to start cleaning Brad's ass with my tongue
without question.

It couldn't be that bad, I thought. Sometimes I stuck my finger up my
own asshole when I played with myself, and a few times I had licked my
finger afterwards.

"Okay, Toby. Let's get to it."

"Pull your pants down." I said eagerly.

"Why don't you pull them down for me, Toby?."

"Okay." I got on my knees and lovingly unbuttoned Brad's fly. Then I
pulled his jeans down as Brad stood before me. I got my fingers in the
elastic wasitband of his underwear and slowly pulled it down around his
knees.

Brad squatted down. I wasn't sure if I actually wanted to see him shit
or not. I was still a little worried that it might make me sick. I
decided I might as well get the full experience, so I crouched down on
the ground with my face about three inches from Brad's asshole. It was
pink and puckered. It was actually really cute, as assholes go. Not that
I had seen many assholes close up before. I had seen my own in the
mirror, and sometimes I'd get a view of one of the guys' holes when I
was sucking his cock. From what I remembered, Brad's asshole was the
nicest of the bunch. Danny and Tony had bigger brown holes, with bits of
hair growing around them. Brad's was little and relatively hairless,
with lots of nice little ridges around it.

I heard Brad grunt as he began to strain a little. The pucker began to
expand slowly and a big fat snake of a turd began to slide out. It broke
off and fell onto the leaves.  It smelled strong. I waited a minute to
see if Brad was going to shit anymore. When we both realized that he was
done, Brad kind of waddled a few feet away from the turd, with his jeans
and underwear still around his ankles.

"Okay, Toby. Start wiping."

Dutifully, I buried my face between Brad's ass cheeks. When I began to
lick I found his shit to taste quite bitter. I ignored the bitter taste,
simply happy to have my tongue investigating a new and unexplored part of
Brad's body. I licked the sides of his cheeks where they were streaked
the most, and slowly worked my tongue up each and every ridge closer to
the center.

"How do you like being my toilet paper, Toby?"

"I love it!"

"Keep licking until it's super clean. I don't want any shit stains on
my underwear." I thought that was funny, since Brad never seemed to care
about stains on his underwear before. Whenever I pulled his jeans down to
suck his cock, his underwear almost always had a few skidmarks, and
sometimes it would be quite filthy.

I kept licking until I could see no more brown streaks on Brad's
asshole. I was quite pleased with myself. I didn't get nauseous or throw
up or anything.

"What does my shit taste like, Toby? Did you like it?"

I had to be honest. "Your shit tasted kind of strange, Brad, but I was
so happy you let me wipe your asshole I didn't care. I'll do it any
time you want!"

Brad bent over again, exposing his hole for me. "I have a feeling you
didn't quite do a good job. You just licked AROUND my hole. Now get your
tongue INSIDE the hole and make sure you lick up every last bit."

I began kissing Brad's ass again, drilling his hole with my tongue just
like he wanted me to. I stuck my tongue in as far as I could, and wished
I could get it in even farther. I felt Brad's sphincter contract tightly
around my tongue, which gave me a shiver of pleasure. The sensation
caught me by surprise, and I fell back a bit and started to giggle.

"What's so funny?" Brad demanded.

"Your asshole. I really liked the way your asshole squeezed around my
tongue. Can you do it again?"

"Okay. Get your tongue back in. Does this turn you on? Do you want to
jerk off?"

"Yes, please." I pulled my cock out and we got back into position. I
stuck my tongue as far up Brad's ass as I could, and he began to grip my
tongue with his hole, slowly contracting and relaxing. I was in ecstasy,
and it took about 30 seconds for me to cum.

When we got back to the clubhouse, Brad was very proud of himself. "Hey
Toby," he said, "why don't you tell the guys what you just did?"

"Brad had to take a shit, so I offered to help him out by licking his
ass clean after he was done." I smiled.

Danny was a little skeptical. "Okay, we know you're a sicko, but
that's really gross. I think you're just trying to freak us out cuz you
know we're stoned. We'll believe it when you do it for us."

"Danny doesn't believe you," Brad said. "Why don't you show him your
tongue?"

I stuck out my tongue for the guys to inspect. It must have still been
really brown, because the guys gave me really disgusting looks.

"Eeew, that's foul!" Danny cried. Then he put his hand on my shoulder
and smiled. "But I'm glad to know I won't be wiping my ass with those
scratchy leaves any more."

To Be Continued