Date: Mon, 13 Oct 2008 19:03:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Charles Rascal <charles.rascal@yahoo.com>
Subject: Young Ethan Drinks Piss (ws, scat)

When I pushed open the men's room door, I gasped. My buddy Phil had his
boot on his son Ethan's head, pushing him into a deep pool of urine at the
bottom of the old-style, tall porcelain urinal that had a floor drain.
"Drink it, bitch!" Phil said, pushing on his son, who was sobbing, but
drinking the piss at the same time. "Drink it! All of it!" The bowl-shaped
bottom was filled, actually overflowing, with piss.

I stepped inside and stood there, suddenly aroused to my full nine inches,
while I watched the 10-year-old suck up the piss, dipping his mouth deep
into the stench, and swallowing it. Out of the single stall came Richard, a
muscular black man, his cock sticking out of his unzipped jeans. He stood
over the boy and began pissing into the urinal, letting it run down the
stained white porcelain, keeping the pool of piss at the bottom full of
dark-yellow liquid. Richard plucked at his pubic hairs and dropped several
in the piss. "Yeah!" Phil said, pushing again on his son's neck with his
book. "Eat those pubes! Eat 'em!"

Ethan was crying while he drank away, slowly reducing the large amount of
piss atop the floor drain. He sucked up and sucked up and swallowed the
liquid until it was finally gone, then, without being told to do so, he
licked the porcelain, inch by inch, several times, cleaning up pubic hair
from Richard and countless other men, and swallowing them, too.

"Finally, bitch!" his dad said, releasing the boot hold on his son. "Is it
clean? Did you get it all?" Ethan nodded, sniffling. "No, you didn't. He
kicked his son's butt, sticking up in the air. "Lick the floor. Look at
that, you cunt! Don't waste it! Lick the floor clean. Clean!!" Ethan's
tongue ran along the cracked tile floor, slurping up piss that covered
several of the cracked floor tile.

"Pick up the rubber holder and lick it all over, under it and on top,
too. Get those hairs, baby all of them, don't you dare leave a single pube
there!"  Ethan did as he was told and soon the rubber cover was clean,
too. "Now, pull out the plug I put there so it won't be stopped up." He
pulled it out. The "plug" turned out to be a piece of boy's underwear,
thoroughly soaked and yellowed, except for the black smears from the edge
of the hole where the piss drained into. First, his father made him lick as
far down as he could into the hole, making his tongue black from the crud
and dried piss and, no doubt, dried cum. He licked and licked until his
father was satisfied. Then, Phil made him put the "plug" in his mouth and
suck on it, drinking what must have been easily a cup of piss in the rag
alone. Richard made his son twist and squeeze the cloth hard, and you could
see a steady drizzle of piss. Then the boy sucked hard on the cloth, again
without his father making him do it. He sucked on it like it was a baby's
bottle and I swear as hard as he was sucking that piece of boy's briefs
would be dry, except for the tears still coming down the 10-year-old's
cheeks.

"Man, he must have done something wrong, Phil. What happened?" I asked,
rubbing myself, so turned on by his son's performance.Richard stood there,
his thick uncut black cock still sticking out of his jeans.

"Wrong? Oh, no, man, my baby got straight As on his report card - this is
his reward. This is what he asked for, what he's been working on for the
past six weeks."

Ethan sat on his knees on the floor, hugged his father's leg, wiped his
nose, then stood up and leaned over to take Richard's cock in his
mouth. "And this was the second part of his wish - to swallow Richard's big
black dick and get that sweet cum that you and I love so much." Ethan
started to lower himself to his knees while holding onto Richard's cock,
getting ready to continuing sucking, but Richard said, "Baby, Daddy's got a
little more for you to drink," and, without waiting for Ethan to open his
mouth, he began pissing on the little boy's face. Ethan opened his mouth
and directed the stream so that he was catching most of it. Damn, having
just pissed, Richard sure had another load of urine to feed the eager
little boy. Ethan bent down and licked up what little bit of Richard's piss
had hit the floor, moving his tongue over a wide area, wet and dry,
cleaning the floor in the filthy, smelly men's room.

"Go ahead and blow Richard, you little slut," Phil said. I realized I'd
never heard him call his son anything but words like cunt, pussy,
cocksucker, pissin' prick, and asshole. It was part, a tiny part, of what
turned me on, especially when it was accompanied by a command, aided by a
swift slap to his butt, to make him do something that most boys would find
disgusting and make them vomit, but little Ethan seemed to love.

"But, daddy, the toilet!" he said and pointed to the stall where Richard
had been.

"Oh, fuck, yeah, I forgot." He looked at us and smiled. "Part of the
deal. Go for it, shithead."

Ethan crawled on his hands and knees, his face to the floor, licking a path
to the toilet. We quickly gathered round while he lifted the seat and began
licking the underside, then he began licking, almost kissing, the porcelain
edge where so much piss had gathered that it was more yellow than white. He
was moaning a little, and making slurping sounds as he licked all of the
edge, under the back of the seat, then he put his head in the bowl, and
drank some of the water, then licked as much as he could manage of the
sides of the bowl's interior. There were a lot of hairs - ass hairs, pubic
hairs, leg hairs - but they all disappeared into Ethan's mouth after he
scooped them up with his tongue. When he was finished with the bowl, all
over the outside, along the rim, on top and under the seat, licking the
rusty hinges at the back, working loose some more hairs there, he began on
the floor, knowing he'd catch a good taste of piss all over the floor - and
he did. He kept going, "Ummm.....," and licking and licking, smelling the
floor, too, in a way that had all of us in a sweat, watching him lick every
spot on the old, cracked floor that he could. He reached around behind the
toilet as much as possible, then sat down and cried a little. "Daddy, I
can't get back there and I know some guys have piss back there!" He wiped
away some tears.

His dad pointed to a bit of the floor that was dry and said, "Wait a
minute," pulled out his cock and pissed a little there, and Ethan was fast
at it, cleaning it up, then he turned to his dad and took his cock in his
mouth and Phil started and stopped his stream so that his son could have it
all. You could see the sweat on the little boy's forehead and the redness
of his eyes from crying, but he was only focused on drinking his father's
urine, something he did every day. ("Fuck, man," Phil would say. "I never
piss in the toilet at home any more. Shit, that cunt drinks it all. All!")

Finally, finally, Ethan was done, and he crawled back out of the stall,
where he sat on his knees and began sucking Richard's big black cock,
pushing back the foreskin, sucking hard on the head. Richard had to put his
hand against the wall to steady himself. His eyes were closed and he rubbed
Ethan on the head while he was getting his blow job. I was jealous,
although I'd enjoyed Ethan's talents myself, as recently as this past
weekend when I went to Phil's to watch them have sex, take pictures for
them, and, as a reward, I got to lie back on Phil's big bed and have his
naked son suck me dry and suck on my balls, too, then, after I'd come, he
let me rest, then sucked me off a second time. That kid was a powerful
cocksucker for only being in the fourth grade!  I had no energy left to
fuck him, though I knew his tight hole very well, so I ate his little boy
pussy and let him suck on me a third time, just a slow, gentle suck while
his father stood at the end of the bed and worked his cock into his son's
wet ass and soon both of them were moaning and grunting, then Phil slapped
his boy's smooth little buttocks and said, "I'm cummin'!I'm cummin'!" and
he held on to him and jerked and laughed, smiling at me, while Ethan
moaned, still sucking on my happy, but worn-out dick.

"Oh, yeah," his dad had said, his cock still inside his 10-year-old son's
ass. "Oh, yeah!" Ethan grinned at me, my cock still in his mouth. He
mumbled something and I said, "What?" and he took his mouth off my cock and
said, "Daddy is pissing inside me. It always feels so good!" Then he went
back to sucking my cock and I surprised myself by giving him a third
load. After he swallowed it and grinned at me some more, he said, "Now,
piss in my mouth. I want your piss!" So, I did, lying there, having a
wonderful experience of lying nude on a man's bed, watching him piss into
the ass of his little boy and feeling the piss flow out of my big cock into
the same little boy's mouth.