Date: Sat, 17 Apr 2004 05:50:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kane Orson <wsluvver@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Archangel - Part 2 (t/t, ws, scat)

Hey guys...part two of my first story. Would love to get
further comments/suggestions. Email addy is
wsluvver@yahoo.com. Enjoy!!!!

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The Archangel-2

As it happened, it was a tad more than a week before I
got to go to town on my archangel, Gabriel, again.
About four weeks to be precise. I was going out of my
mind and my cock was sending text message after text
message to Amnesty International seeking immediate
compassionate aid. I beat the poor bastard raw three,
sometimes four times a day. Once when I woke up and
got in the shower, at least once at school during
lunchtime, listening to all the guys pissing and some
taking a dump, wishing I could watch, once when I got
home and could escape to the loo and sometimes once in
bed before drifting off to have what would have been a
wet dream if I hadn't blown a pint or two during the
course of the day!!

Gabriel had been off school with the flu, then I'd
been away on a sports trip up north for a week. It was
the first Monday back that we saw each other again for
the first time. It was morning interval and we bumped
into each other walking along the parapet in front of
the main building. I had to hold back from going up
and giving him a big snog right in front of everyone.
He winked at me and muttered, "We've missed you". I
glanced down at his crotch in time to see his cock
twitch as he flexed it. I had to fight hard (pun
intended) to control the urge to rip his shorts down
and deep throat him in front of about 1000 other
teenaged guys ... shit...sorry...lost focus there as
visions of a 1000 guy orgy swam across the cinema of
my mind.

We walked over toward the trees by the horticulture
block and he asked me about the cricket tournament up
in Auckland -- well, more specifically, he kept asking
me if I'd seen certain players in the raw when we were
getting changed. I turned him green with envy as I
described showering with various members of the team
(so to speak) and my constant battle to avoid cracking
a boner as someone's undercarriage wafted across my
field of vision. Thoughts of Mrs Blundell in a bathing
suit were all that stopped the big fella reaching for
the sky.

Wiping drool from his chin and adjusting himself
rather conspicuously, Gabriel gave me that smouldering
look he is famous for and asked if I was free after
school. Is a bear Catholic? Does the Pope shit in the
woods? No...wait...

We agreed to rendezvous by the High Street bridge at
3.45 -- Gabriel said he knew of an awesome little spot
he found the previous year where he could jack off and
fool around with other guys without worrying about
being caught. I didn't know whether to feel horny or
jealous about him getting it on with other dudes.

The rest of the day was hard, especially fourth period
straight after lunch -- we were both in the same
phys-ed class, and he was in cock-tease mode. We were
playing cricket, and when I wasn't bowling, Gabriel
somehow managed to find his way round to me in the
field, slipping the waistband of his shorts down when
no one else could see and flashing his hard cock at
me. I avoided him in the changing rooms after, knowing
that one glimpse or flash from him and I'd be sporting
more wood than Tiger.

When the bell rang at 3.20, I nearly fell out of my
seat and creamed myself at the same time. I was out
the door of Mr Dennis' class before the bell had
finished ringing, raced to my locker, my heart going
ninety miles and hour, visions of Gabriel's naked body
blocking out all other thought. I was dying to bury my
face in those edible-looking buns of his and do some
exploring and was hoping he'd be into trying a little
more watersports.

I was leaning against my bike at the end of the bridge
before the town clock chimed 3.30, watching my watch
and wondering why Mickey's big hand wasn't moving
faster. The wait was interminable. I mean for Christ's
sake, here I am, almost 14 years old, just tasted the
apple in the Garden of Eden (and whaddaya know, I'm a
fruit-lover!) and was itching (in all the right
places) for a little more.

3.45 rolled around with no sign of my fallen angel,
but at least this time I knew he would be coming (pun
definitely intended). Five minutes later I saw him
cycling slowly around the corner on the footpath and
my cock leapt for joy. I got on my bike and followed
him as he cruised past without saying a word, just a
come hither look that could melt the polar ice caps.

I followed him around behind the storage warehouses by
the old railway station, my eyes firmly glued to his
ass as it bobbed up and down on his seat. He pulled up
behind an old corrugated iron building with a faded
sign of a defunct removal company hanging precariously
from one-too-few hooks on the side of the building.
With a quick, look around, he slid his bike sideways
through a gap in the siding of the building into the
space underneath. I followed suit, having doubts about
exactly how were going to have some fun in this space
without coming out looking like survivors of
Armageddon.

There was enough light for us to make our way slowly
and The Archangel led me confidently to a trapdoor in
the floor of the building about a third of the way
under the warehouse. We left our bikes underneath and
crawled into a dim and dusty room above. I looked
around, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the light.
There was an old armchair to one side of the room and
a couple of large cushions scattered on the floor
towards the outside wall. Light filtered in through a
filthy window high up the wall. I'm guessing it used
to be an office of some sort.

We sat on the cushions and after a little kissing and
groping of hard cocks through our clothes, we settled
back and talked for a while, sharing a large bottle of
Coke. I announced I had to piss. I'd been holding it,
hoping he might suggest some piss play, but couldn't
hold it much longer, but Gabriel had other ideas.

He stood and faced me, motioning me to the chair. I
sat back and waited -- he obviously had something
planned. I was getting hard quickly and was massaging
my bone through my school shorts. Gabriel removed his
shoes using his toes and heels, then reached down to
take his socks off. He unzipped his fly and the button
on his shorts, then turned and slid them down, bending
over as he did so. The horny bastard obviously hadn't
put his underwear back on after phys-ed and I got my
first look at his cheeks, partially obscured by the
tail of his shirt.

He didn't straighten up after stepping out of his
shorts, but instead spread his legs about 18 inches
apart and thrust his ass out towards me. I could see
his smooth, hairless balls swaying slightly, hanging
well down, the head of his still soft cock (I don't
know how he does it) peeking from behind them.

I started to slide off the chair, intending to see if
I could use my tongue to tickle his tonsils from the
wrong end, but he quickly stood up, whipped around and
pointed back to the chair. Then he slipped his shirt
over his shoulders. There he was, totally naked in
front of me, his cock starting to sell slightly,
raising its head to look at me, as if noticing me for
the first time. He put his hands on his hips, looked
me up and down, then raised an eyebrow, giving me a
quizzical look. I realised what he wanted and stripped
naked in record time, throwing my uniform on one of
the cushions nearby, plonking myself back down on the
chair, my willy aimed at the roof, having given his
tackle a quick grope as I sat back down.

He stepped back a couple of feet, and with his cock
still rising slowly, began to piss. A healthy stream
flowed out in a golden arc (eat your heart out
McDonalds), caught in the afternoon sun streaming
through the window. Warm piss splattered everywhere as
it hit the floor, splashing onto my legs and causing
the dust to rise up in angry clouds, swirling around,
making the scene almost surreal. I could smell it,
almost taste it on the air. As his cock got harder,
the stream moved towards me, splashing first on my
feet, then moving up my legs. Within seconds, his
golden stream was splashing on my unbelievably hard
cock, making my usual five inches go through a rapid
growth spurt.

I tore my eyes away from the heavenly warmth flowing
across my quivering loins to look him in the eye. His
head was tipped back, his eyes closed and his anaconda
of a tongue sliding back and forth across his upper
lip as is tasted the scent of his piss. His eyes
opened and his head dropped down toward mine as my own
piss erupted, hitting his square in the navel,
coursing down his torso, soaking his small patch of
golden pubes, dribbling down his silky sac and running
down his legs.

I cupped my hands under his cock, catching a handful
of warm, liquid gold and drank from it like my life
depended upon it. There no sounds except my slurping
and the splatter of our piss as it mingled on the
floor. I stopped drinking as his stream began to fade,
an eternity seemed to have passed since it began, yet
I wanted it to go on.

As my piss continued to soak his crotch, the flow
beginning to slow, I licked my lips and looked up at
him, Trying to catch my breath, I rasped, "Turn around
and bend over. I want to taste that hole of yours. He
grinned from ear to ear and complied, turning before
bending over and effortlessly touching his toes, his
legs spread.

I leaned forward, pushing my face into his crack,
savouring the feel of his soft cheeks on mine, the
downy hair the lightly covered his ass tackling my
nose. I pushed my face in further, inhaling deeply and
shuddered as the smell of sweat a faint whiff of shit
sent my head into sensory overload.

Pulling my head back, I reached up, placing one hand
on each cheek and slowly prised them apart. His
hairless crack opened up, revealing a small, tight
pucker. It was pinkish brown, though I didn't know if
that was it's natural colour or whether he had had a
shit and just not wiped properly. I intended to find
out and lunged in, slipping my tongue right up his
hole, causing him to gasp and shudder. I withdrew my
tongue and licked all around his hole, tasting the
faint residue of his shit, and loving it. So was he
obviously, coz as I drove my tongue as deep into his
hole as I could, he thrust his ass back into my face,
pushing out slightly, opening up his sphincter. My
tongue slipped further up and I shot backwards, almost
falling off the seat.

Gabriel whipped around, concern spreading across his
face. I sat there, stunned at what had happened, or
rather what I had encountered. "What?" he asked, "Does
it taste bad?"

"No," I stammered, "It tastes awesome. It's just,
well, my tongue hit something hard up there, Babe.
Like, a big turd." I was gobsmacked. I hadn't
anticipated anything like this, but I think what
shocked me even more was the way my cock was
twitching, spilling pre-cum in great quantities. The
realisation that I had touched his shit with my tongue
was so horny I could hardly stand it.

He reddened, suddenly looking anywhere except at me,
not noticing the hungry look I was giving him, and
began to mutter apologies, moving to gather his
clothes. I stood quickly, the blood rushing to my
other head, and grabbed him by the shoulders, staring
intently into his eyes, waiting for them to meet mine.
He couldn't look me in the eye, so I took hold of his
face, pressed my lips against his, sliding my tongue
in his mouth and began to kiss him deeply.

I pulled away, staring intently at him, trying to
gauge his reaction. He must have got the idea. His
eyes were wide, glued on mine and he opened his mouth
to say something, then stopped himself. His tongue
darted out, swiping quickly across his lips and his
gums, then once again, slower. The glint appeared in
his eyes and he muttered, "Damn. Even my shit tastes
good".

With a wink, I turned him around and pushed on his
shoulders. He bent his knees slightly, resting his
hands on them, bracing himself. I slip to the floor on
my knees, sending another cloud of dust motes
scrambling for refuge and held his cheeks apart. I
heard him moan slightly and saw his puckered hole
begin to push outwards. I wasted no time and driving
my tongue back in there. Almost immediately, I felt a
hard pressure as the tip began to push against
something, He kept pushing, his turd pushing my tongue
slowly back down his chute until I felt air on it
again. I quickly pulled back to look and saw his
delectable hole wrapped around the tip of a large,
hard, dark brown turd. He crouched there for a moment,
catching his breathed, then rasped, "Hungry? Coz
dinner's up". His ass lips caressed the log of shit as
it slowly snaked its way out of his hole. A small
squirt of piss started to arc slowly out onto the
floor in front of him. I needed it in my mouth and
moved in, wrapping my lips around the end, feeling it
slide further into my mouth, spreading my lips wide to
accommodate it.

What seemed an eternity later, he gasped as his hole
pinched shut, and he turned to see me crouched there,
beating off furiously with half a six or seven inch
turd hanging out of my mouth. He knelt in front of me,
slowly leaning forward to take the other end in his
mouth, while sliding his hand slowly up and down his
hard cock. Pre-cum oozed from his piss slit, dripping
from his sac onto the floor. His eyes scrunched up,
and he moaned, I quickly moved my free hand under his
crotch in time to feel another turned sliding out of
his stretched hole, falling onto my palm.

Gabriel moaned heavily, his eyes closed, and bit down
on his shit log as his cock erupted, cum flying
through the air. The first couple of spurts landed on
the end of the shit hanging out of my mouth as he
rocked back, launching volley after volley of his
cream across my chest, then my stomach and finally all
over my cock and balls. I resisted the urge to shoot
my load, tearing my hand away from my cock and using
it to pull the now soggy turd from my mouth before
turning it around and licking Gabriel's cum off the
end of it as though it were an ice-cream.

As he caught his breath, The Archangel, rested back on
his ankles, holding half of his turd in one hand while
licking his cum off the other.

I leaned back, holding my cock in the air and said,
"You need a ride?" He gave me that lascivious grin and
scooted forward, positioning himself above me. My cock
slid easily up his shit covered hole with a pleasant
squelching sound. He kept sliding down until my pubes
were pressed against his ass and his cum soaked balls
rested on my torso. I brought the second turd he had
shat into my hand around and began to massage it into
his cock and pubes as he began to slide up and down my
cock.

I knew I wouldn't last long. The feel of his ass
gripping my cock as he clenched on his way up and
down, the smell of his shit filling my nostrils, the
feel of it as I rubbed it all over his still hard cock
and the thought of what I was doing was driving me
wild. Never had I imagined that shit and piss could be
anything but waste.

As if reading my thoughts, Gabriel giggled, closing
his eyes as he began to piss again. I leaned forward,
burying my bone deep in his ass as my mouth searched
for his cock. Piss splashed on my face and I followed
the stream to its source. The taste of his shit and
cum and the feel of his piss filling my mouth and
flowing down my throat sent me over the edge and I
blew so big and so hard I was scared Gabriel was going
to end up plastered against the ceiling.

I lay back against the front of the armchair, almost
in shock. My whole body was shaking. My cock kept
twitching, making Gabriel shudder. His piss was
slowing to a trickle just as mine began to flow,
filling his pummelled ass to overflowing. I could feel
my piss and cum leaking our around my softening cock
onto the floor.

Gabriel started giggling and as soon as I finished
pissing, he slid off me, scooting backwards. He spun
round to face the wall a couple of metres away and lay
on his back, holding his legs up with his hands. He
turned and winked as a jet of piss, shit and cum shot
out of his sloppy hole, coating the lower part of the
wall and pooling on the floor.

We lay there for ages, not saying a word, just
laughing now and then, muttering such profound words
as "Fuck" and "Damn".

After about ten minutes, we got ourselves cleaned up
as best we could and then headed for the river just
past the last of the warehouses, swimming for a good
half hour to clean ourselves thoroughly.

It was turning out to be one hell of a hit summer.

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Well guys, there's part two -- sorry it took so long
and thanks for all the feedback on the first
instalment -- it was awesome. Keep it comin and I will
try and get another chapter to you before too long.
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the next episode  to wsluvver@yahoo.com

Cheers, dudes,

Kane Orson xx