Simon Says Squat, a story by Josh Terrence

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Author's note: This story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between teenage boys, preteen boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.

This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.

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A Late Night Feeding for Simon, Then It's Time For Breakfast And Lunch

On the way downstairs I rested my head on her shoulder, prompting her to plant a kiss on my still damp head. With a naughty inflection in my voice, I told her, “I'm still in a poop mood.”

“I know that, honey,” she said softly as we reached the bottom of the staircase. Carrying me over to the couch, she cradled me in her arms like a baby before she sat down so that she could rock me while we talked. “Tell mama what brought all of this on, Simon.”

“I've been eating stinky buttholes all week and tasting poop,” I explained in a small voice, feeling my bottom tremble with excitement while my boy boner raged in my undies. “It made me feel really sexy to smell it and taste it, and I decided that I wanted to be a toilet.”

“Honey, you can get really sick from eating poop,” she said, her voice filled with understanding that I could detect. “I don't want you to get sick, Simon.”

“I didn't get sick from it,” I countered, looking up at her face for any sign of dismay. “Are you ashamed of me for eating poop?”

“No baby, I'm not,” she tried to assure me.

“Then are you proud of me for it?” I asked hopefully, and she gave me a sympathetic smile.

“I wish you wouldn't do it, honey,” she tried to reason with me, causing me to pout up at her.

“Then you're ashamed of me?” I asked again, my voice still small.

“No, honey, I'm not,” she said, this time with conviction in her voice.

“If you aren't proud of me, then it means you're ashamed,” I told her, and I could see the regret on her face.

Taking a deep gulp before speaking, she finally said, “I'm always proud of you, honey.”

Seeing this as my moment to get my way, I asked her, “Are you proud of me for being a toilet?”

Letting loose with a sigh, she gave me a warm smile and nodded her head. Then she said, “Why don't you tell mama everything that you like about poop?”

In an instant, my little boner jumped in my undies and I grinned up at her, then I told her about the various rim jobs that I gave that morning. By the time I began to regale the story of how my first feeder agreed to poop for me, I was in the grip of a full on boygasm that never really ended. I excitedly told her about all four feedings, and how much I enjoyed smearing the poop loads with my tongue against the roof of my mouth. The entire time, my boy butt was juicing as my anal orgasm punished my senses.

Unable to contain my own urges, I told her all about my feeding in the backyard, even though she'd witnessed it herself. I described the crackle of the poop logs as they slid out of Raymond's tasty butt hole and into my watering mouth. I told her how I purposely drank Raymond's pee before he was finished pooping so I could enjoy taking the rest of his load, knowing it wouldn't be washed down. As I was recounting my luscious feeding, my boygasm intensified and I had to catch my breath.

Sensing what was happening in my little body, my mom responded by holding me close and rubbing my back while she rocked me to and fro. When I started to recover from my boygasm, I felt a wave of gastric pressure wash over me and realized that all of the luscious poop that I'd eaten that day had made its way through my digestive track. I grabbed my stomach with both hands, then I looked up at my mom with naughty eyes and scooted myself out of her lap.

“I have to go poop,” I announced as I stood up in front of her, then I hung my bottom out in her direction and looked over my shoulder. With a catch in my voice, I told her, “Look at my underwear.”

As soon as those words escaped my lips, I pushed and a massive load of hot poop exploded from my bottom, filling the seat of my white undies in an instant. As soon as the first batch of poop logs was expelled into my underwear, a powerful stink filled the air and my boygasm intensified again. Driven by pure desire, I pushed again and a second pile smashed into my already full seat. With a loud strain, I gave another push and expelled the remainder of my load, all the while watching my mom's expression as she studied the growing bulge.

When I realized that she was watching me poop my pants with a neutral gaze, I reached back with my right hand and began squeezing my large poop load from the outside of my underwear. Once again, she watched me work without saying anything, her expression matter of fact. In the meanwhile, I was taking nothing but pleasure in manipulating the naughty pile that was filling my nose with its pleasant stink and making my mouth water. So I took my time and enjoyed myself, squeezing and surveying the load in my undies while my mom waited for me to finish. When I finally stopped smashing the poop in my underwear, I held my palm up to my nose and took a deep whiff while a naughty grin stayed plastered to my face.

“Are you ready to go upstairs, Simon?” my mom asked with a caring tone, and I nodded my answer. She stood up and took me under my arms, lifting me up so that we were eye level, then she carried me up the stairs to the bathroom. As soon as she set me down, my desire for a mouthful of hot poop got the better of me and I eagerly reached into the seat of my undies for a handful to enjoy. My mom had taken a seat on the side of the tub and was running the water when she spotted me cramming poop into my mouth, but she made no move to try to stop me. Instead she waited while I reached back into my undies and pulled two more handfuls out. It was purely a pleasure to have my mouth packed tight with fresh poop, and I made sure that I used my tongue to smear the naughty treat against the roof of my mouth while she ran my bath and gave me a neutral look. When I was finished, I scraped as much smeared poop out of my butt crack as I could, licking my fingers clean with a hot moan. I turned to show my mom the now empty seat of my poop smeared undies, then she watched with a patient expression as I soaked them with pee and made a puddle on the bathroom floor.

While I was soaking in the tub, she cleaned everything up while I watched. When my puddle was wiped up, she carried my dirty undies down to the laundry room and returned to the bathroom with a large towel. After my bath, she wrapped me in the towel and dried me off, then she brushed my teeth again before dressing me in a pair of clean undies and carrying me down the hall to her room.

“You're going to sleep with me tonight, baby,” she told me.

When we got into her bed, she held me close to her and stroked my damp hair while I regaled the story of how I pooped my pants in the living room and smashed it in my undies. My anal orgasm was powerful as I told my naughty story, so I told it a second time. When I finished telling it a second time, I decided to engage her.

“Were you proud of me when I pooped my pants?” I asked her in a hopeful tone.

“I'm always proud of you, Simon,” she reminded me, but that wasn't good enough.

“But are you proud of me because I pooped my pants?” I asked, and she ran her fingers through my drying brunette strands.

“I'm very proud of you, honey,” she said in a loving tone.

“It was hot and stinky,” I boasted, and she nodded in the dark. “Were you proud of how stinky it was?”

“Yes baby, I was,” she assured me.

“I ate a lot of poop today, huh?” I said, and she nodded. “Are you proud of how much poop I ate, mommy?”

“Are you proud of how much poop you ate?” she countered, and I nodded. “I'm proud of you too, honey.”

Satisfied with her answer, I talked about how many poop loads I wanted to eat the next day. Instead of trying to discourage me, she kissed the side of my head and let me carry on uninterrupted. When I tried taunting her that Raymond was coming over in the morning to feed me his poop, she rubbed my back and told me that she loved me. Finally, I decided to start all over again, telling her about my feedings in the alley while I snuggled into her embrace until my eyes got heavy and I fell asleep.

It was 6am when the urgent call of my bladder woke me up. Extracting myself from my mom's tight embrace, I sat on the side of her bed and my toes cracked loudly.

“Honey what's wrong?” she asked with a note of concern in her voice.

“I have to go pee,” I said, my voice groggy.

“Are you planning to pee your pants?” she asked, and suddenly, the sweet memory of the prior day flooded my mind and my small wiener got hard.

“I'm going to use the toilet,” I assured her, then I scampered down the hall to pee while she rolled over and went back to sleep.

When I came out of the bathroom, I went to my room and fetched my phone, looking for texts. I didn't see any from Raymond, so I decided to send him a text to see if he was up. Moments later he texted me back and I felt a shiver run through me as I contemplated his morning poop load. After a quick exchange of texts, I convinced him to come to the front door and I'd let him in. He was resistant at first, but I promised him that my mom was asleep and we'd be quiet.

Less than 10 minutes later, he was easing his jammy bottoms down by the front door while I waited impatiently on my knees with my mouth watering. It was dark in the living room save for a nightlight in the corner by the TV. So I used my hands to guide his hips, then I pulled his rump down so that it was resting against my opened mouth. The stink of his butt crack was intense, and I was loving it as I waited for my reward. Finally, I heard the now familiar crackle of his moist poop log traveling along the walls of his butthole, then a stinky flurry of hot air encased my grinning face. A split second later, I welcomed a massive pile of hot boy poop as it made its rapid exit from Raymond's butthole and filled my mouth, causing my cheeks to bulge immediately.

Unable to contain my desire, I used my tongue to smash the delicious load while my boygasm erupted all over again. I wanted to take my time to enjoy the flavor and stink of Raymond's butt fudge, but he was in a near panic at the thought of my mom catching us. So instead I swallowed my mouthful and used my tongue to lick his crack clean with naughty moans. I loved how much heaped up boy poop there was for me to enjoy, and I was pulling thick dollops into my mouth with my tongue while he watched over his shoulder.

I wanted to drop my undies and let him take my bottom for a quick spin, but he declined my offer and beat a hasty path out the front door instead. Grateful for my early morning feeding, I set the deadbolt just in time to hear my mom walking down the hallway.

“Honey was that the front door?” she asked, then I heard her nose working as she moved down the staircase. When she turned the light on, she caught site of me with smeared poop all around my mouth, then she looked down at my undies, which were still pristine white.

“I was eating poop,” I admitted, watching as she nodded her understanding.

“Let's get you cleaned up again, Simon,” she said, then she guided me up the stairs so she could give me another bath and wash away the smears of my luscious feeding.

At 10:00am I was on my knees with my head tilted back and my mouth wide open, moaning with need as I watched a chubby 30 something with a salt and pepper beard squat over me. My rear end was leaking cum onto the ground below me and my tiny boner was standing straight up, pressed tight against my hairless groin. My body was wracked with carnal pleasure as I watched his buns part and his pucker appear. His thighs started to stiffen, then they relaxed and he asked me, “Are you sure about this, kid?”

When he looked down at me with questioning eyes, I nodded almost hypnotically, eager for a man sized poop load to savor and swallow. When he saw the need on my face he gave in and I saw the muscles on the backs of his legs flex. I responded by burying my face in his buns and forming a seal around his hole with my moist lips. A rapid crackle filled my ears and a powerful stink swirled into my nose, then my reward emerged from between his cheeks as a long, solid poop log swiftly filled my watering mouth.
All around us, an audience of men and boys were watching us. The majority of them had already taken my rear end for a spin, and some of them had even peed for me. Almost all of them were capturing the moment on their phones and I was loving the attention. I was hoping that each and every one of them would take a turn squatting over my mouth and pinch a few loafs off for me to enjoy.

A wet fart signaled the tail end of the luscious candy bar that was being pushed into my poop receptacle of a mouth. My cheeks were bulging unevenly and my lips were slightly pooched out, and I was loving it. I sat back on my haunches and used my tongue to smash and smear the load against the roof of my mouth, enjoying my mouthful with decadent moans while everyone watched with lecherous smiles. When my mouthful was down, I posted back up to my feeder's chunky butt and started licking it clean. Using my tongue, I pulled in a thick mouthful of hot man poop that brought me pure pleasure, and I made a show out of smashing it with my tongue before I swallowed it. Finally, my feeder placed the tip of his dick to my lips and I opened up. For my obedience, I was rewarded with a hot mouthful of pee that washed the caked up poop from the inside of my mouth and my teeth.

When my feeding was over, I put my rear end in the air and enjoyed 20 minutes of uninterrupted anal intercourse that brought the pussy boy out of me several times in a row. At the end of that 20 minute romp, I rolled onto my back and spread my thighs, encouraging the men and boys in the alley to fill my needy boy hole with their hard cocks.

At noon, Mitchell and his daddy showed up and lunch was served. I found myself back on my knees, kneeling right beside Mitchell and grinning from ear to ear as his daddy squatted over my face and pushed out a man sized poop log for my dining pleasure. I accepted it with a soft moan, listening as it emerged with a swift crackle. It was so long and thick, taking up every inch of room in my mouth before it pinched off with the sound of a hot, hissing fart.

I sat back on my knees and began macerating the tasty candy bar, smiling at the men who were recording me with their phones. My boygasm intensified when I noticed that they were capturing my decadent feeding, and that it would be put online for the world to witness. I was hoping that as the clips spread, more men would want to show up and use me as their poop receptacle.

While I was still chewing up my mouthful, Mitchell opened wide and was treated to a hefty pile of his daddy's grade A poop logs. The eruption in Mitchell's mouth was sudden, and it caused his cheeks to bulge tight and his lips to distend. The stink of his mouthful matched mine, and I could tell he was experiencing pleasures untold. I watched with a little bit of envy as he enjoyed his naughty mouthful with a grateful smile, almost as if he were minding his manners at the lunch table.

When our mouthfuls were down, we lustily licked his daddy's crack clean, then Mitchell got up and squatted over my mouth. Letting loose with a hot moan, I eagerly took his full, soft poop load. It exploded from his rear end all at once, packing my mouth tight and pushing into the back of my nostrils. The stink was indulgent, and so was the flavor as it danced on my palate. I spent an extended amount of time licking his hole, then eating it greedily until two strangers stepped up and started peeing on us. We both opened wide and drank as much of the refreshing elixir as we could capture in our mouths, then we took the rest in our hair and on our chests.

Coming Soon: Simon's returns to the brown loaf buffet in chapter 4 of Simon Says Squat

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