Date: Wed, 1 Nov 2006 18:40:56 -0800 (PST) From: Tracy Smith Subject: Sleepover Diversion, Part 5 - The Beginnings (b/b, scat, urination, oral, anal) Sleepover Diversion, Part 5 - The Beginnings (b/b, scat, urination, oral, anal) Copyright 2006, Tracy Smith, and everything that goes with that. This is a fictional story of sexual activity between underaged males. If that offends you, or you're under age, 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. 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. ======================================= "Hey, come on in, it's okay," 12 year old Evan said to his school friend, Peyton. Evan was sitting on the toilet at the time. He brushed back his long black hair from out of his blue eyes. "Are you sure?" Peyton asked, looking quizzical, his blond hair slightly tousled, his green eyes perplexed. "In my house we always close the door." But he was already edging into the bathroom, innocently curious about what his friend might look like, with his pants around his ankles. The thought gave the 4' 11", 95 pound boy a curious tingle of excitement. He was visiting with Evan for the first time, and had only known him for two weeks. "Um, it's a little different around here," Evan replied. "C'mere, sit on the edge of the tub and we can talk about stuff." Peyton sat down on the edge of the tub, directly across from Evan as he sat on the toilet in his own bathroom, pants and undershorts down around his ankles. Although Peyton tried not to look, he could see Evan's 5 inch dick as it hung down between his legs. It was about the same length as his own, but thicker. He tried to be nonchalant, but his eyes kept going to his cute friend's cock, or the little he could see of it. It looked nearly completely hairless, and Evan's penis looked like his own, which his mother had once explained was `circumcised'. Suddenly, Peyton heard a loud hissing noise. Peyton was startled at first, then he realized it was the sound of Evan's piss hitting the water of the toilet, magnified by the echo chamber effect of the bowl. "Darn, that sounded loud!" Peyton said, in case Evan was wondering why he had jumped. Evan grinned, and spread his thighs slightly wider. Peyton could see Evan's balls hanging below his dick, which looked like it was getting bigger. "Yeah, I really had to piss," Evan said, sitting back. Oddly, Evan reached up and pulled off his tee shirt, laying it on the vanity next to the toilet. His small, thin chest was creamy white, with two small, pink bumps for nipples. Peyton wondered why he had done that, but he liked looking at Evan's naked chest, so he didn't say anything. Evan explained. "I take off my shirt when I poop, cuz I like to splash my face afterwards, and mom says I always get my shirt wet." Peyton stared, fascinated, as Evan's dick also raised up as the young boy leaned back, the sparkling golden stream from the small slit in the head of his circumcised penis visible now, and nearly threatening to shoot over the edge of the smooth ceramic bowl. Small wavelets of golden fluid ran up the inside edge of the rim, like a rising tide, just seconds away from flooding onto the floor and Evan's pants. Evan's dick looked like it was getting longer, too. Peyton was transfixed. He'd hardly ever seen another boy's dick before, and he'd sure never seen one with pee coming out of it, right at him. Evan, seeing Peyton's eyes fixed on his cock, looked down. "Oops," he said, pushing his penis down so that the flow went back into the basin. Peyton noticed that the back of Evan's fingers rubbed against the wet ceramic, and when Evan pulled his fingers away from his dick, he brought them up to his face, looking at them curiously, then absently sucked on the back of his fingers, where Peyton had seen tiny golden globules in the fine hair on the backs of Evan's fingers. Peyton felt a pleasant tingle in his own dick at this, and it unexpectedly began growing in his pants. Peyton's further thoughts were short circuited, when he heard Evan farting, several long gassy sounds, followed by the distinctive plopping of small turds into the golden-hued toilet water below. "God, I really had to go," Evan sighed. The smell of Evan's defecation rolled into Peyton's face, and Peyton found the odor not too bad, much as he enjoyed smelling his own farts and sometimes, even his own poop. His dick was becoming increasingly tight inside his jeans, and he tried to unobtrusively shift it by putting his hands in his pockets, a move that Evan noticed, and that made him smile. Evan strained a little bit, to make sure he'd gotten rid of most of this load, then abruptly stood up. His small cock hung straight down, a pink rod capped at its end with a round red head, and several small drops of piss fell from it onto Evan's underpants. Peyton was staring again at Evan's dick, and he found it to be a surprisingly attractive sight. He'd never thought much of his own dick, and as for his father's, well, he thought he'd seen it once when his father was shaving, while wearing a towel around his waist, but it couldn't have been, because it was much too big. To Peyton's surprise, Evan turned completely around to get a small wad of toilet paper in his right hand, instead of simply reaching over with his left to snatch a few squares off the roll. Because he had to reach down to get the paper, Evan's small, round butt cheeks separated right in front of Peyton. Peyton could see Evan's small opening, his tight, puckered hairless butt hole, and it was ringed by a syrupy, dark brown cream, like chocolate syrup on an ice cream. He could even see a little wet and pink inside Evan's ass hole. Peyton briefly fantasized that the brown cream would taste like chocolate if he scraped it off with his finger, but he was smart enough to know by the earthy smell, that `chocolate' probably wasn't the word that would describe the taste accurately. Still, he couldn't take his eyes off Evan's bottom hole, as he turned the toilet paper roll, Evan's butt hole seeming to wink at him. Finally though, Evan reached around behind himself with the wad of paper, and, looking over his right shoulder, scraped between his plump, round ass cheeks with the soft paper, pressing into his skin below the pouting hole, then scraping off the creamy poop. Evan looked at the paper, with its thick circle of shit, then, shrugging, tossed it into the toilet, reaching down for more paper. He seemed entirely unconcerned that he was standing naked in front of his new friend, his naked bottom only inches away from Peyton. His ass hole, much cleaner now, but still poop streaked, appeared pink and perfectly shaped, though puckered all the way around. Evan wiped himself twice more, until the paper came away clean, then he reached over and flushed, turning and nonchalantly picking up his white undershorts around his waist, followed by his jeans. He went over the sink, and neatly washed his hands, then splashed his face. Drying off, he said, "C'mon", let's lie on my bed and play video games." Bemused, Peyton followed Evan, his eyes on Evan's ass, picturing how it had looked naked, and dirty. He couldn't believe he was thinking this way. Eventually the two boys wrapped themselves deep inside a game of Halo 2 on Evan's Xbox, lying side by side, both on their stomachs, and dressed in the small boy summer uniform of tee shirts and old, faded jeans. When he grew bored, Evan rolled over on his side, looking at Peyton still lying on his stomach, his sock-covered feet idly banging down on his small butt. Evan looked at Peyton's bottom appraisingly. "You ever smell your underpants?" Evan asked Peyton, rather boldly. "Um, no," Peyton said, still looking at the game. "Liar," Evan said, swatting Peyton's butt. He enjoyed the warm, round feel of his friend's cute bottom. "Hey!" Peyton yelled, annoyed. Evan did it again. It was a matter of seconds before the two boys were wrestling around on the bed, with Evan getting the better of the fight. There are no fiercer fighters than two young boys, their passions run so hot. Fortunately, they only last for a few seconds, at best. The two boys worked up a sweat, and Evan had Peyton pinned under him, poised above his body, face to face. Evan let his body slowly come into contact with Peyton's, starting at their feet, then his thighs coming down on Peyton's. He paused, then his crotch slowly ground down into Peyton's. Peyton could feel Evan's erection, the black-haired boy's cock as hard as steel, his eyes burning into Peyton's. Peyton's dick returned the kiss, becoming stiffer and longer, embarrassingly tenting out his jeans, while Evan's boy penis ran straight down his thigh. Evan continued lowering his body onto his friend, and Peyton's struggles, feeble at best, decreased in strength and frequency, until he was quiet under the other boy. Evan's hips, then stomach, lay against Peyton's, both boys feeling the other's heart beating strongly. Finally their chests, Evan's smooth chest against Peyton's, and their mouths just inches apart. Peyton's lips parted in anticipation, though he didn't know of what, and he could feel Evan's hot breath on his cheek. He turned his head to face Evan, their lips nearly touching, when Evan laughed, and rolled off Peyton. "Hey, I wanna show you something," he said, immediately unsnapping his jeans, then unzipping them as he lay on his back, his body next to Peyton's, their heads together. Peyton watched his friend's mysterious actions. Evan shimmied his pants down off his hips, his erection very easy to see without the denim fabric covering it. He pulled his legs up, pulling the jeans completely off, then threw them on the floor. Then, his eyes watching Peyton's, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of the white underpants, pulling them down, his pink cock and balls now unabashedly naked. Hairless, his dick and balls were small but meaty for their size. Peyton had no idea what Evan was up to, but his stripping was really exciting the young boy, far beyond any fantasies he'd ever experienced.. Evan repeated his actions, pulling his lean, hairless and smooth legs up to his chin, pulling the underpants off so that his lower body was now completely naked. The warmth of his body burned Peyton where they touched. His cock was straight and hard. Instead of throwing the underpants on the floor, though, Evan brought them up to his face. To Peyton's surprise, Evan brought the warm, slightly brown-stained seat of his underpants up to his nose, and inhaled deeply, his cock waggling as though stimulated by the action. Evan had a gleam in his eyes when he opened them, turning to Peyton and exclaiming, "God! Did you ever DO that?" "No....no," Peyton said, not sure what to think or to admit to. "Smell these," Evan said, pressing the still warm cotton into Peyton's face. "Smell it!" he commanded. Peyton had no choice. He inhaled through the fabric, a spicy, slightly musky scent that he immediately found absolutely captivating. He inhaled again, and again. "Doesn't it smell good?" Evan said, excitedly, his eyes shining. "It makes my dick hard! How about yours?" Peyton shook his head in agreement. He could feel how hard his penis had become, and felt an excitement he'd never felt before. He rolled his hips on the bed in pleasure, bumping up against Evan's warm, naked hips, not minding at all. "Let's smell yours," Evan said, grabbing at Peyton's jeans. Peyton didn't try to stop him. Evan's nimble fingers unsnapped the brass button at the top of Peyton's jeans, then lowered the zipper, feverishly pulling his jeans down. Peyton's dick was again tenting out his small underpants, also white. Evan sat up above Peyton, and pulled Peyton's underpants down, Peyton's dick enthusiastically bouncing with the movement, a darker pink in color. Peyton was becoming wildly excited at being stripped by his friend. Evan pulled the briefs down, over Peyton's naked feet, then brought the slightly damp cotton to his nose. "Yesssss," he hissed in pleasure, his dick bobbing in delight. Then he traded underpants with Peyton, who had been smelling Evan's all this time. The two boys sniffed their underpants, and giggled with pleasure. "Look," Evan said, spreading the seat of his underpants for Peyton to see. "See the brown streaks? That's poop, man. That's what makes it smell so good." Peyton was familiar with `scorch marks', he'd just never associated them as a source of pleasure. Like most young boys, he was still learning of the many things that could bring him delight. Peyton spread his own underpants, and saw a dark central brown stripe, with lighter ones on both sides. He'd noticed the smell of his underpants was much stronger, too. He brought his nose back to the dark, waxy-appearing stripe, the smell intoxicating, tingles running through his cock every time he sucked the scent in. He jumped, though, when he felt a small, smooth and warm hand on his penis, caressing it up and down. He groaned involuntarily, as sensations he'd never felt before shot through his body. He took the underpants down, and looked at Evan softly stroking his quivering little shaft. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Evan grinned. Peyton nodded his head, then smiled. "Wow," he sighed. "It does." "Pull off your shirt and lay back," Evan coaxed him, his teeth white and even in his smile. With the promise of his current pleasure, and more, Peyton didn't need a lot of urging. He wrestled his tee shirt off, and threw it on the floor, completely naked now, like Evan. He lay on his back, his small but enthusiastic penis pointing at his face. Evan gently took the base of the warm shaft in his hands, pointing it up at the ceiling. "My brother taught me this," he said softly. Evan began running his coiled fingers up around the warm, smooth shaft of Peyton's dick, kind of twisting his fingers around right under the plump head of the boy's aroused cock. His other hand cupped, and gently juggled, the small balls in their hairless wrinkled sack, his fingertips lightly teasing the sensitive pink skin. Peyton had never felt such marvelous sensations before. "That feels REALLY good, Evan," Peyton moaned. "Don't stop," he urged his friend, closing his eyes in ecstasy. He suddenly felt something hot and wet on his penis. His eyes flying open, Peyton was shocked to see Evan sucking on the head of his erect penis, like a lollipop. He had never imagined that such a thing could be done, nor that it would feel so nice. Evan's eyes were on Peyton's face as he sucked, as though he wanted to see if Peyton was enjoying his actions. Peyton ran his fingers through Evan's lanky black hair, to let him know how nice it felt, and to encourage him to do more of it. Evan seemed to smile, though his lips stayed wrapped around Peyton's pink shaft, and he swirled his tongue excitingly on Peyton's increasingly sensitive boy rod. Peyton could feel a kind of tension running through his lower body, then suddenly felt the most intense feeling, a really nice feeling, in his cock and lower legs, as Evan sucked on his penis. It felt like Peyton was going to explode in Evan's hot, wet mouth. Peyton felt as though he was going to pass out, and might have for a second. When he came to, Evan's face was right over his, and he felt the most intense lassitude and calm. Evan's face came closer, his lips actually touching Peyton's, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world for the two boys to kiss, their warm, soft, pink lips pressing together shyly at first, then more intensely and insistently. Evan's mouth opened while they were kissing, and Peyton could feel his tongue pressing persistently against his lips, so he opened his mouth too. Evan's tongue slipping into Peyton's mouth was one of the most exciting things he'd ever felt, and he realized why grownups seemed to like kissing so much. As Evan's tongue caressed Peyton's, he felt a flood of Evan's saliva, and something else, creamy and salty, filling his mouth, and he savored the taste on his tongue, finding he liked it, although he didn't remember Evan chewing anything earlier. He thought maybe it was snot or something, which at first seemed kind of gross to Peyton. They continued kissing for a few minutes, and Peyton felt his cock growing hard again. "Kissing is fun!" he thought to himself. "What was that stuff?" he asked Evan, after they broke their kiss a few minutes later. "You mean, in my mouth?" Evan said. "Yeah. It wasn't snot was it? If it was, I'm gonna smack your ass." Evan looked thoughtful. "Yeah? I think I'd like that. But no, it wasn't snot, dummy, it was your cum." "My what? Come? What's that?" Peyton asked, bewildered. And if it was his, what was it doing in Evan's mouth first? "Geez, you really are dumb. You must of cum before, cuz there's no way that was your first time. Have you ever had, like dreams, and your bed got wet?" Evan asked, somewhat exasperated. "Um, yeah, I've kind of wet the bed a little bit. But what's that got to do with anything?" Peyton asked, really confused now. "See, when you get to around our age, your body starts to produce sperm, to make babies and stuff. It also tastes really good. You probably came in your sleep before, I think they're called `wet dreams'. Anyway, you came in my mouth, and I gave it back to you when we kissed," Evan said. "Anyway, there's lots of things we can do together to get that really nice feeling you had when you shot your cum in my mouth-" Evan began. "Yeah, what WAS that? That felt REALLY good!" Peyton exclaimed. "We can make each other feel like that a LOT," Evan exclaimed. "I want you to do it to me now." "I'm not sure I can put your dick in my mouth, Evan," Peyton said slowly. "Well, you can rub it, like I was rubbing yours, right?" Evan asked. "Um, yeah, sure," Peyton said nonchalantly. But his heart was beating a mile a minute. He'd never touched another boy's penis before. Evan lay back, his eyes still on Peyton. Peyton hesitated, so Evan took Peyton's hand and put it on his stiff cock, already seeping a little pre-cum out of his piss slit onto Peyton's hand. He began rubbing up and down the shaft, slowly. It became apparent pretty quickly that he was starting to get into it. The feel of Evan's heat through his hot, hard cock; the beat of his heart through the vein on the underside; the small moans and sighs he emitted; his squirming under Peyton's touch, and the smell of his body, all brought Peyton closer and closer to his sexy friend. Peyton's caressing of Evan's shaft became much more responsive to Evan's cues. When he observed Evan liked something, he'd concentrate on that, wanting to please his friend, and now, lover. Unconsciously, Peyton's mouth opened slightly, as he visualized the swelling, pink shaft entering his mouth, moving closer and closer. It took only the slightest touch of Evan's fingers on the back of Peyton's head, to bring his mouth over Evan's near-bursting cock. Peyton's lips touched, then embraced, the throbbing boyhood beneath him, his hot, moist mouth wrapped around the thick, hot cock. Evan had been on the edge for minutes, trying to hold back, and quickly exploded inside his friend's mouth, his sweet cum filling Peyton's sucking mouth. Peyton was at first startled, and stopped moving his mouth on his friend's cock, then, as he gradually tasted the full, rich flavor of Evan's boy cum, he began licking his buddy even harder, swallowing the thin, gelatinous cream, until finally Evan's cock softened in his mouth. The two boys lay together for a little while, bodies touching warmly, Evan's warm breath on Peyton's downy cheek. The two dozed off for a little while, then Evan began softly stroking down Peyton's slim body, his fingers gently caressing the boy's smooth skin. Evan ran his fingers over Peyton's round bottom. As Peyton shuddered with pleasure, that gave Evan an idea. "Hey, roll onto your tummy," he said. Complying, Peyton tucked his re-stiffening dick between his legs, and rolled over, his adorable, creamy pale bottom round, smooth and perfect. Evan skated his fingertips over his friend's warm bottom, loving the feel of Peyton's ass. He glided his fingers into the heated cleft between Peyton's cheeks, the valley hot and moist. Peyton's finger glided through the damp, and over Peyton's tight, puckered anus. The slit was slightly greasy under Evan's curious finger. Peyton's sigh gave Evan permission to play with the tight opening, his index fingertip wiggling inside the hole. Peyton's hole so hot, tight and moist, Evan's dick grew hard at the thought of exploring Peyton's ass. He slipped his finger in as deeply as he could, the interior slimy and slick. When he pulled his finger out, it had a thin film of brown on it, obviously Peyton's poop. That just got Evan more excited. He had a boy's natural curiosity and interest in shit, and then some. He got up on his knees, then leaned his face down close to the cleft. There, he was greeted by the most intoxicating, and delicious smell he'd ever encountered. It was a mixture of the sweet, spicy smell from dirty underpants, plus a stronger smell of pure, fresh shit, sweat and boy musk. His tongue, of its own volition, began lapping at the 12 year old's damp ass valley, his tongue picking up the sweet taste of Peyton's boy bottom, small pieces of brown staining his rough tongue. Peyton wiggled underneath Evan, the feel of his rough tongue over his sensitive anal pucker extremely arousing. Peyton's dick was stiffening, tingles of pleasure running through his ass and cock. "God, yes," he moaned, not even aware of what he was saying. His left hand groped around blindly, then finding Evan's warm hip, found his hard dick, its tip hot and wet with Evan's desire, slimy with lust. He gently wrapped his fingers around the pink shaft, slowly jacking his friend's cute cock with the sure-handedness of one boy with another. Evan groaned, caught in his own trap. He didn't want to leave Peyton's delectable ass hole, but he so desired Peyton's warm, wet mouth on his cock. His tongue penetrated deeper inside Peyton, the taste and smell, deeper and richer. A small bubble of intestinal gas escaped from Peyton's butt, breaking right under Evan's nose, the smell intoxicating him. "God, get on top of me," Evan moaned, rolling onto his back, his cock proudly standing straight up, his hairless balls tight in their wrinkled pink sack. Peyton, his head at Evan's hips, just moved over, his face at Evan's dripping piss slit, his thighs on either side of Evan's face, Peyton's hard dick slapping Evan's chest, and leaving small sticky spots between Evan's pink nipples. Evan sighed, the setting perfect. Peyton was on his knees, but his ass down low, and head low. His mouth kissed and licked Evan's dick, caressing the hot, velvety shaft with his tongue, and lips, and gums, swirling around the plump head, licking up wave after wave of the boy's pulsing, sticky cream. Meanwhile, Evan pulled Peyton's crevice closer to his face, small jets of odorous gas escaping his tiny hole, his ass lips pooching out with each burst. Evan thought Peyton's pink hole looked cute, and thought the smell of Peyton's ass was divine. He kissed Peyton, his lips pressing together with Peyton's ass hole, his tongue thrusting and licking deep inside his friend's rectum. He knew what the escaping gas might mean, and he wanted it, wanted Peyton, wanted what he could give him. Peyton either didn't realize, or perhaps didn't care, what his fullness meant. Or perhaps he was finding the same excitement that Evan was, and wanted it just as badly..... The slick lubrication of Evan's saliva, and the deep thrusting of his pink tongue inside that dank, brown hole, had its desired effect, the brown, creamy treasure within beginning an inexorable journey to release. As Evan licked and lapped at the hot, tight crevice above his face, the boy's pale moons on either side of his face, the amount and thickness of the thin, brown stream increased, gradually becoming thicker, more redolent of its source, and more insistent to Peyton in its desire to be free. One would assume that a young boy, new to the ecstasy of gay sex with a play pal, but not yet initiated into the strange, but pleasurable ways of scat play, would give his partner some sort of warning of his impending shit, but Peyton discovered that surprising his lover was even more titillating and exciting. In spite of the lack of notice, Evan was well aware of what was going to happen. Peyton's failure to warn him, excited Evan more than if he had alerted him. Evan began kneading Peyton's soft ass cheeks, as he continued to fuck his tongue deep inside the blond boy's tight nether hole. Peyton, more excited than he'd ever been before in his short life, bobbed his head up and down on Evan's leaking cock, the semen pulsing out in thick waves. The tension and ecstasy built inside of Peyton, his cock and abdominal muscles tensing, the pleasure building inside him, until with one blast of his cock into the skin between Evan's small breasts and nipples, he jetted a pool of thick, creamy white semen, sticky and hot, smelling characteristically of the rich, sperm smell that both would come to love. His cock fucked into the flat skin, pouring out its rich, white liquor. As his muscles relaxed, of course, his anal sphincter let go, and the final journey of a large log of digested boy waste began, brown and creamy, solid but composed of many mashed together turdlets, the turd slipping through the slimy, greasy fluid surrounding it inside Peyton's intestine. Like a log passing through rapids, it rotated around and around as his peristaltic contractions pushed the tasty treat to daylight - or more precisely, to another hot, moist cavern awaiting it. Meeting a temporary obstruction, an anus not nearly as wide as the rectum it had grown in, the thick, rank turd hung up, an inch of it, narrower than the rest, sticking outside, rubbing against Evan's lips, and the tip of his tongue. He licked it, like an ice cream cone, his rough tongue and saliva wearing it down, dissolving the sweet, earthy taste of Peyton's shit to savor, and then swallow. Kissing the turd, like sucking a cock, Evan applied a soft vacuum with his mouth, to help ease the shit out of his friend's tight round ass. Peyton recovering from the overwhelming pleasure of his orgasm, his cum pooling now on Evan's chest and belly, began aiding his friend's quest. He added his own conscious relaxation of his anal sphincter and pressing downward of his intestinal contents, to Evan's oral seduction of his ass. The passage of the thick, brown turd, smelling stronger now, through Peyton's anal sphincter, gave him a feeling of pleasure, one that would eventually be recreated when more than one large cock would find its way through that same sphincter, repeatedly. The turd, as large as a good-sized man's cock, suddenly filled Evan's mouth, overwhelming him so that he had to hurriedly try to chew and swallow some lest he choke. He vaguely heard Peyton sigh with pleasure, experiencing a second, much milder orgasm merely from the passage of the turd log, and then Peyton's sweet ass was lifting up, a rush of cool air on Evan's face now. Normally, Evan would have been disappointed to lose the humid treat, but he was fighting for breath, and nearly blacking out. He faintly saw Peyton's face looming over his, then a rush of cool air entered his mouth and nose, and filled his lungs, his vision returning. He looked up, to see Peyton's mouth above his own, an oddly shaped brown cylinder growing from it. Then Evan realized that Peyton had taken the thick turd from Evan's mouth, with his own mouth. Peyton was sucking on his own shit! Seeing vitality return to Evan's eyes, Peyton lowered the wet, dripping, slimy piece of shit back down into his lover's mouth, the crap more manageable now, and the two boys commenced to chewing on the foul fruit of Peyton's intestines, their adam's apples bobbing up and down as they chewed and swallowed, chewed and swallowed. Finally, with each holding a smallish chunk in his mouth, the two boys kissed sweetly, their bodies writhing nakedly together, their tongues dancing and playing, their happiness complete. ================================== If you liked this story, let me know at Tracysmith20022002@yahoo.com.