Date: Thu, 5 Mar 2009 17:53:10 +0000
From: Scat Boy <coproman69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Out of Bounds 1

Out of Bounds - Part 1 (M/m, [with an m/f flashback], oral, anal, ws, scat)
by Coproman


As I looked out the window at the moving van pulling away, I sighed with
relief.  It was June of 1972, and I could at last put what had happened
behind me and start focusing on living my life again.  It wouldn't be easy,
but at least here in Harlem, where nobody knew me, I could get a fresh
start.

I was still trying to figure out how everything had gone so horribly wrong.
I had always approached my potential partners very carefully, step by step,
making sure they were receptive to my kinkiness before popping "the
question" to them.  And I would have bet my bottom dollar that Robbie, a
14-year-old whom I'd gotten very close to, was more than willing to give me
what I wanted.  After all, I had gradually let him in on more and more of
what I was into, eventually even letting him watch some videos from my
"special" collection.  So I was positive that I had him sufficiently
primed.

But when I finally asked him if he would do me that special favor, he
balked, asking immediately to leave my apartment.  That should have been
the end of it, but Robbie apparently felt the need to spread the word about
my admittedly nasty proposal, and the next thing I knew, his mother was
banging on my door, cursing me out and threatening to call the police if I
didn't pay her a substantial sum of money (which, of course, I did).  Then
came the cold shoulders from neighbors who had always spoken to me before,
followed by the phone calls and the notes slipped under the door.  The last
straw was when I came home from work to find the word "PERVERT" written
across my apartment door in bright red paint. I started looking for a new
place that same day.

Now that I was out of Brooklyn and safely in Manhattan, I would lay low for
a while--a LONG while.  I would look, I would admire, I would appreciate,
and I would fantasize, but I would definitely not act, because my traumatic
experience had made me more than a little gun-shy.  Besides, I needed time
to settle into my new digs before venturing.  And, indeed, for the first
few days, judging by the neighborhood folk I'd seen up to that point, I
thought I might be lucky enough not to encounter anyone to whom I had more
than a mild attraction.  But then, as I was coming home from work one day,
I spotted him, and I knew immediately that my vow of abstinence was in
serious jeopardy.

His name was Jamaal, a tall, lanky, light-skinned kid who seemed to have
inherited all the best features from what I later learned to be his black
father and Dominican mother.  Only 15 years old, he was already six feet
tall and still growing.  The moment I saw him, I was instantly drawn to him
and easily imagined making the same proposal to him I'd made to Robbie.
That's why I knew I needed to make an extra effort to avoid him.

But doing that would be harder than I expected because it just so happened
that Jamaal and I lived in the same building(!)  What's more, he seemed to
go out of his way to come over and say "hi" whenever he saw me, even on the
street.  This continued for three weeks until one day my doorbell rang and
I opened the door to see the handsome youth standing there smiling.  He was
wearing a New York Knicks jersey, a pair of super-long denim shorts that
hit his legs at about mid-shin, and a pair of white high-top Converse
sneakers.  Apparently he had just finished playing basketball, because he
was sweaty, and that musky, locker-room smell was radiating off his skin.
I was so stunned to see the teenager that I just stood in the doorway
staring at him for several seconds.

"So can I come in or what?" Jamaal finally asked, snapping me out of my
trance.

"Yeah, sure.  I'm sorry," and I moved back and pulled the door open just
enough to let him get by me, allowing myself another good whiff of his body
odor, which was making me horny.

Without invitation he sat down in my favorite easy chair and slouched back,
appearing to get comfortable right away.  I offered him a refreshment and
he asked if I had any orange juice.  I said "sure" and walked into the
kitchen.  As I poured the juice, a little voice kept reminding me that I
was now in the exact situation I'd told myself I would avoid and I should
find a graceful way to get out of it.  But a much louder voice was
screaming, "HE'S SITTING IN YOUR FUCKING LIVING ROOM!!  GO FOR IT!!" and I
was inclined to allow the second voice to drown out the first.

When I returned, I handed the glass to Jamaal and noticed how much bigger
his hand was than mine, as if I were the 15-year-old and he were the adult.
I then backed up and sat on the sofa, which was at an angle across from the
easy chair, and again just stared at the teenager.  I was particularly
impressed by the neat rows of perfectly parallel cornrows that were his
hair, and I wondered which of the many teenaged girls in the neighborhood
had taken the hours I knew it took to braid it.

"So what's up?" I finally asked.

"Yo, man, I been meanin' to talk to you about somethin' for a long time,
but I kept puttin' it off.  So I figured after I finished playin' ball
today, I'd just come on up and get it over with."

"Wow," I said, chuckling.  "That sounds heavy.  I hope I'm ready for
whatever it is."

Giving me a wry smile, Jamaal took a big sip of juice then set the glass
down and slouched back again.  Propping his elbows up on the arm rests, he
locked his fingers together and rested them against his chin.  He stared at
me for several seconds before taking a deep breath.

"Yo, I heard about you, you know," he finally said.

"What do you mean?"  But I knew exactly what he meant, and I swear I could
feel my blood freeze.

"My friend live in the same building you used to live in out in Bed-Stuy,
and when I told him this new guy moved in my building and I mentioned your
name, he told me what happened and why you had to move."

"Oh" was all I could say at that point.  I then sighed deeply.  "Well, I
guess that means I'll have to move again after being here less than a
month, huh?"

"Why would you do that?" he asked, looking confused.

"Why not?  I'm sure you've already told all your friends around here about
me.  So it won't be long before I start getting the threatening phone calls
and the nasty notes slipped under my door."

"But I ain't told nobody."

"Really?"

"Yup."

I stared at him.  "I'm curious.  Why not?"

He gave me a little half-smile.  "I'll tell you, but first I wanna know if
what he told me about you is true.  That kid that lived down the hall from
you--did you really ask him to...to shit in your mouth?"

I just continued staring at him.  I figured since I was going to have to
get the hell out of Dodge again anyway, I might as well tell him the truth.
"Yeah, I did.  You satisfied?  Now you can tell all your friends that I
admitted it."

Jamaal was still looking at me, but it wasn't with the expression of
disgust that I'd expected.  Instead he looked almost as if he were
relieved.  "Wow," he finally said.  "Yo, that's messed up.  I mean, what HE
did to YOU is messed up.  'Cause if it was me, I woulda gave you what you
wanted."

I just stared at the teenager in disbelief for a moment before cracking a
tiny smile.  "Yeah, right.  You know, you shouldn't kid around with me like
that.  I'm having a hard enough time just dealing with the fact that you're
in my apartment."

"Nah, man, I ain't kiddin'," said Jamaal.  "Me and my girlfriend been
lookin' for somebody we can get our freak on with."

"You AND your girlfriend?"

"Yup.  But, yo, it's kinda hard to ask somebody about doin' stuff like
that, you know?"

I chuckled.  "Yeah, I DO know."

"But first there's somethin' I gotta know."

"Yeah?"

He hesitated.  "Well...are you into...like...girls, too?"

"Yeah, I am.  I just usually approach guys because I've had more success
with them.  But I HAVE gotten a couple of girls to do it for me."

"Good, 'cause I KNOW my girlfriend is gonna wanna give you hers."

Even though I still wasn't sure if Jamaal was telling the truth or just
fucking with me, my dick apparently believed every word he said because it
was quickly growing longer and harder in anticipation of my swallowing the
teen couple's turds.  But despite my horniness, I knew I needed to hear
more from Jamaal to determine how honest he was being.

"This girlfriend of your sounds interesting."

The teenager smiled brightly.  "Yup.  She's hot."

"So tell me about her."

"Well, her name is Ydania, she's fourteen, and she live right down the
block."

"So what is she, Puerto Rican?"

"Yup.  And she's gorgeous.  She has two older sisters, who are pretty
good-looking too, and a little snot-nosed brother named Alex, who's about
six or seven."

"And you're telling me that at her age she's into...shit?"

"Yup."

"So how'd you find out?" I asked.  "I mean, did she approach you or did you
approach her? Because, like you said, it's not the easiest thing in the
world to bring up in a conversation."

"Well, really, she started it.  Last summer, her mother was in Puerto Rico,
her sisters were partyin' somewhere, and I think her little brother was out
playing with his friend, so she invited me over.  When I got there, we
fooled around awhile, but then I had to shit like a motherfucker--I
couldn't wait--so I told her to take five while I did a number two.  And
all she said was, 'Okay, but don't take too long.'

"So, anyways, I go in the bathroom and I'm sittin' there doin' my thing,
when all of a sudden the fuckin' door comes flyin' open and it's her,
standin' there butt naked, pointin' at me with her eyes all wide and goin',
'Oooooo!  I see you doo-dooin'!'  So now I'm pissed off, so I yell, 'Get
the fuck outta here, and gimme some fuckin' privacy!'  But she just stands
there smilin' at me.  Then she says, 'But I gotta go, too; and I can't wait
neither.'  So I just look at her and say, 'Well, you either gotta wait till
I finish or go in my fuckin' mouth.  So which one is it gonna be?'

"By puttin' it that way, I was hopin' to gross her out enough to leave me
alone, so I was surprised as hell when she said, 'Well, then, I guess I'll
just have to go in your mouth, motherfucker!'  Then she grabs my arms and
pulls me right off the fuckin' toilet!"

Just anticipating where Jamaal's story was going had me hard as a rock, but
instead of trying to hide my erection, I decided to risk letting the
teenager see just how hot he was making me.  So I lifted my hips and yanked
my shorts and drawers down, releasing my five-inch hard-on.  When it
flopped back against my stomach, Jamaal immediately stopped talking and
just stared at it with his mouth open.

"Sorry about that," I apologized.  "But your story's turning me on so much,
I just had to let it out.  You don't mind, do you?"

"Nah, man, not at all," Jamaal said, smiling.  "Matter of fact, I'm makin'
myself horny, talkin' about it.  So can I take mine out too?"

"Be my guest," I said, as I began to tug at my cock.

My eyes were riveted on Jamaal as he casually stood up, unsnapped his denim
shorts and let them drop onto his sneakers.  I smiled when I saw the huge
bulge in his loose-fitting white boxer shorts, and I gasped when he fished
it out of his fly.  The 15-year-old's erection had to be at least ten
inches long, and his balls were in a tight pouch about the size of a small
orange.  I was amazed not only by the size of his genitals but the fact
that they were the darkest parts of his body, so they made a particularly
striking contrast against his white underwear.

As I stared at his impressive equipment, the boy just looked at me and
smiled, obviously aware of what he had and how lucky he was to have so much
of it at his age.  I began to wonder just how many mouths, pussies, and
assholes the teenager's pole had found its way into and how many people in
the neighborhood had, at one time or another, walked around with his sperm
swimming around inside them.

"So where was I?" asked Jamaal.

I was so hypnotized by the boy's cock that it took me a moment to snap out
of it and realize that he'd said something to me.  "Oh, I'm sorry.  I think
your girlfriend had just pulled you off the toilet."

"Oh, yeah, that's right.  Well, I wasn't even finished doin' my business
and there I was laying on my back on the bathroom floor.  Next thing I
know, this bitch--my own fuckin' girlfriend--is puttin' her butt right over
my face, tellin' me to open my mouth so she can shit in it!  So I'm layin'
there sayin' to myself, How the fuck does this bitch know that I'm willin'
to do some freaky shit like that, instead of just kickin' her ass? But
somehow she DOES know, and as I'm watchin' her fuckin' asshole open up and
see this big fuckin' turd start comin' out, both of us know I'm fuckin'
sick enough to do just what she wants me to do.

"So I open up and her fuckin' shit drops right in my mouth, and instead of
spittin' it out, I start fuckin' chewin' on it like it's my fuckin' lunch
while she's yellin' at me in Spanish, 'Yeah, eat my fuckin' shit, Papi!
You know you like it!'  I'd never seen her this wild before, but for some
reason it was a turn-on, and I really started gettin' into eatin' her crap.
And while I'm doin' that, her fuckin' piss starts sprayin' all over my
chest and runnin' all down in my crotch.  So now my dick and pubes are
soaked in piss and all of a sudden I feel her hands down there rubbin' it
into my skin.  Then she grabs my dick, leans forward and stuffs it in her
mouth, so she's blowin' me while I'm eatin' her fuckin' shit."

(By now Jamaal and I were both pulling pretty steadily on our wangs, but I
was keeping a careful eye on him, because I certainly didn't want him to
waste what those fat balls of his were cooking up.)

"Now I don't know if she planned it this way or what, but while I'm chewin'
up the last of her shit and just about to swallow it, all of a sudden, I
come.  And I don't just come, I fuckin' exPLODE, and I can hear her
strugglin' to suck it all down.

"But that wasn't even the wildest part.  After I came, I'm still layin' on
the floor, tryin' to recover, when Dani gets up, turns around and looks
down at me, smilin' this evil-lookin' smile.  Then she pokes me with her
foot and says, 'Turn over.'  At first I just look at her, wonderin' what's
on her mind and if I should really be takin' my eye off this crazy bitch
right now, but then I say to myself, What the hell, and give her my back.
'Now get on your knees, but keep your head down,' she says, and again I do
what she says, so now my shitty ass is stickin' all up in the breeze.  But
when I turn my head to try to see what she's gonna do, she yells, 'Hey, no
looking!'  So I turn around and put my head down again, and the next thing
I know I feel her spreadin' my asshole open.  Of course my dick starts
gettin' hard all over again and two seconds later it's back to bein' hard
as a rock, 'cause Dani just stuck her tongue right up my fuckin' ass!"

When I heard this, I closed my eyes and could almost see Jamaal crouched
down on the bathroom floor with his fourteen-year-old girlfriend's face
buried between his ass cheeks, licking the shit out of his ass.  I swore I
could hear her lips smacking as she sucked passionately at the boy's
smelly, shit-smeared anus.

"I gotta stop for a minute," Jamaal said, his voice straining and his face
tight as he tugged furiously at his pole.  "I'm almost ready to blow my
wad."

"Can I have it?"

He smiled.  "I thought you'd never ask."

Letting go of my dick, I quickly got off the couch and crawled over to
where Jamaal sat in my chair then sat back on my heels as I waited for him
to get to that point of no return.  It didn't take long.

"Fuck!  I'm comin'!" Jamaal yelled.  "Take it!"

I quickly leaned forward and slipped about half of Jamaal's ten-inch pole
into my mouth; he promptly grabbed the back of my head with both hands and
pulled it down, force feeding me the other half.  I could feel the head of
the 15-year-old's cock throbbing madly as he shot a humongous load of spunk
down my throat, the sheer volume of the sticky fluid damn near choking me.
But the idea that I was slurping down the abundant sexual seed of a young
teenaged stud, and depriving his little jail-bait girlfriend of it, made me
swallow enthusiastically, despite the difficulties.

"Shit, that felt good," Jamaal rasped, releasing my head.

I gulped a few more times to get the rest of his semen down then slowly
pulled my lips off his shrinking cock.

"No, wait," Jamaal said.  "Put your mouth back on it again so I won't have
to get up and go to the bathroom."

My heart rate probably doubled when he said that, and I quickly put the
boy's dick back in my mouth.  Once it was there, Jamaal lay his head back,
closed his eyes, and sighed.  A few seconds later I felt a small warm
stream hit my tongue.  As I began to swallow, the acrid flow increased
rapidly until it was flooding my mouth, forcing me to guzzle it down.

"Yeah, drink it," Jamaal sighed.  "Drink my fuckin' piss."

I was swallowing rapidly to do just that; after downing several mouthfuls
of urine, though, I began to wonder if this boy had an abnormally large
bladder or something, because he was taking one hell of a leak.  But I was
so thrilled by the idea of sucking down the teenager's piss that I welcomed
the gusher, and I was also hoping that this golden nectar wasn't the final
treat the lanky youth had for me.

It took more than a minute for Jamaal's stream to finally decrease to a
trickle.  Seconds later he flexed his sphincter a few times, squirting the
last of his piss into my mouth.  I swallowed it then gingerly ran my tongue
over his cockhead to lap up the last few drops before once more pulling my
lips off his dick.  After burping I looked up at the boy, my eyes pleading
with him.

"Please tell me you have to go," I said.

He met my gaze and smiled. "But I just did."

"You know what I mean," I said, smiling back at him.

His smile instantly turned into a grin.  "Well, I'm not sure if I do or
not.  Why don't you check me out and see?"

Jamaal slowly stood up and began to push his underwear down over his hips,
taking special care not to hurt himself as his dick and balls passed
through the fly of his boxers.  When they were bunched up around his ankles
with his shorts, he stepped out of both of them and tossed them on the
couch.  Next he pulled off his jersey and tossed it on the couch as well.
The 15-year-old was now standing in front of me completely naked, and I
just sat there admiring his youthful beauty.  His entire light-skinned body
was smooth and hairless, except for a respectable pubic bush, and I
couldn't seem to eat enough of this eye candy.  What's more, Jamaal knew
exactly how delectable his body was, because for the next several seconds
he just stood there, showing off his flawless form while allowing me to
ogle it.

Finally Jamaal winked at me and turned around.  Getting in the chair with
his knees on the very edge of the cushion, he bent all the way over and
tucked his head in.  This put his unblemished ass prominently up in the
air, with his dark dick and balls hanging invitingly between his open
thighs.  His anus was pursed open like a little crater, allowing me to see
inside it even without spreading his buns, and my heart skipped a beat when
I spotted a light-brown lump.  Quickly removing the rest of my clothes, I
got into a crouch right behind the boy, which put my face directly in line
with his butt.

"I hope you can handle it," said the 15-year-old, "'cause I ain't went
since day before yesterday."

When I heard this, my lust went into overdrive.  First I pressed my nose up
against the boy's asshole and inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with the
heady aroma of his shit; then I plastered my lips over his pouting hole
while bracing my palms against his smooth ass cheeks.  As soon as he felt
me in place behind him, Jamaal uttered a soft "unngh" and my mouth was
suddenly full of teenaged-boy shit.  Fortunately its semisoft consistency
allowed me to swallow it without much chewing, so only seconds later the
first part of the boy's bowel movement was sliding into my stomach.

"Fuck, yeah," Jamaal moaned.  "Eat my fuckin' shit.  I been wantin' to take
a dump in your fuckin' mouth ever since I first seen you."

"Mmmmmm!" I said in response, letting him know how much what he'd said
turned me on, as I received my second mouthful of excrement.  At least a
year had passed since I'd last indulged myself in my favorite fetish, when
the thirteen-year-old daughter of a single mother, who lived in the next
building, had squatted over my face and dropped a big nasty turd in my
mouth, and I fondly recalled how I had luxuriated in the smell, taste, and
even the texture of the young girl's shit as I gobbled it down.  Now, as I
ate Jamaal's shit, I imagined that I was Ydania, wallowing in depravity as
I chowed down on my black boyfriend's bowel movement, and as this image
drifted through my head, I knew that this was something I wanted to see
happen when the three of us got together.

"Yeah, keep eatin' that shit," Jamaal suddenly said.  "I ate my
girlfriend's this morning, so you prob'ly gettin' some of hers too."

"Mmmmmm!" I again responded, as Jamaal's words created this new image for
me, which caused me to scoff down the boy's scat even more enthusiastically
as my rock-hard tool twitched over and over.  Then, to my surprise, as
Jamaal's sphincter pushed yet another turd in my mouth, something happened
that had never happened to me before: I came without touching myself!  I
guess eating the teenager's shit while picturing him eating his
girlfriend's shit and vice versa was just too much for my overwhelmed
libido because in the midst of everything, I felt something like
electricity shoot through my body and the next thing I knew, I was moaning
and spurting come all over the carpet in front of the easy chair.

Noticing the change in pitch of my groans, Jamaal looked between his legs
to see what was happening.  "Oh, shit!  You came, didn't you?"

"Mm-hm," I sighed, breathing heavily as I continued to slurp down the boy's
feces.

"Damn, you a straight-up freak, ain't you?"

"Mm-hm," I said again.

"Good.  I'm sure Dani's gonna come up with a lot of freaky things for you
to do."

I wondered what a fourteen-year-old girl could possibly come up with that I
hadn't already done at least a hundred times before.  Then again, I'd never
experienced having someone that young initiate things, so I was eager to
see just how fertile her young imagination was.

Right now, though, I had to focus on what was happening because while my
belly was nearly full, Jamaal's bowels were not yet empty.  His pouting
poop chute was still pushing shit into my mouth, which was pushing this
whole experience to the limit of what even a scat glutton like me could
handle.  But I had offered my mouth for the handsome teenager to use as his
personal toilet, and he was simply taking me up on that offer in a big way.
And because I was determined to consume everything he fed me, I needed to
find room inside myself for every morsel of his bodily waste.

Then, just when I thought my mouth couldn't hold one more gram of shit,
Jamaal finally finished dumping his enormous load, as I could feel his
asshole flexing but could detect nothing else coming out of it.
Disconnecting my lips from his anus, I chewed noisily on that final big
mouthful of shit then swallowed, closing my eyes and smiling with
satisfaction as it slipped down my throat and settled into my stuffed
stomach.

Letting go of the boy's ass, I sat back on my heels again with my head back
and my mouth open, trying to catch my breath.  But when I opened my eyes
again and saw the light-brown smears on the 15-year-old's anus, I leaned
forward again, spread his poop chute open again, and dove in with my
tongue, cleaning that leftover shit out of his ass.

Jamaal remained silent through all this but kept staring at me from between
his legs.  When I finally finished cleaning him, I again took my hands off
his ass and moved back, allowing me to see his upside-down face between his
legs.  For a moment we just looked at each other; then he smiled one of his
intoxicatingly boyish smiles.

"Hey, dude, guess what," he said.

"What?"

"My dick's hard again.  So what we gonna do about that?"

Smiling, I pretended to think about it for a few seconds then said, "You
ever put that thing in a guy's ass before?"

He laughed.  "That's for me to know and you to find out."

"So when, exactly, will I find out?"

"Now's a good time," he said.  "Here, take my place," and he casually
unfolded himself out of my easy chair and stood beside it, allowing me to
see his cock, which had grown fully erect again while he was bent over in
the chair.  Pointing at the ceiling, the ten-inch stud muscle seemed to be
even harder than it was before, and the idea that it would soon be firmly
embedded in my rectum had my whole body tingling in anticipation...and
fear.

I climbed in the chair and assumed the same position that Jamaal had taken
to shit in my mouth.  As he stood behind me, my ass was right at the level
of his crotch, and after I tucked my head down, I did the same thing to him
he'd done to me: stared at him from between my legs.  While I couldn't see
his face, I could see him brandishing his fat cock, and I was afraid that
he was going to try to dry-fuck me.  So, expecting to feel a sharp pain any
moment, I shut my eyes and tried to relax, but to my surprise it was not
the boy's dick but his tongue that I felt as he flicked it around my ass
ring before burying it inside my anus.

For the next minute or so I reveled in the unique sensation a 15-year-old
rimming me.  Being that I was twice his age, I thought the idea of tonguing
my asshole might be repulsive to him.  But this kid was showing me that he
was sexually wise beyond his years--a teenaged libertine who refused to be
constrained to performing only those acts considered to be "macho" among
his peers.  Apparently Ydania had taught him well.

"There," Jamaal finally said, pulling his mouth away from me.  "That should
do it," and I quickly felt the smooth, blunt head of his cock pressing
against the puckered knot of my spit-dripping shithole.

It had been a while since I'd had anything so big up my ass, so even with
Jamaal's insistent pushing, it was refusing to let him in.  So I told the
boy to hold up for a second, took a deep breath--again trying to relax--and
focused on my anus by pretending to take a shit.  When the teenager's dick
again knocked at my back door, my sphincter finally opened up, and the head
of his cock popped right inside, causing both of us to gasp.

"Shit, you tighter back there than Dani," said the boy.

"Is that a problem?" I asked.

He chuckled.  "Hey, if it ain't a problem for you, it DAMN sure ain't one
for me!"  After saying this, Jamaal grabbed my hips and pressed forward,
starting his dick on its journey to the bottom of my rectum.

"Oooohhh," I moaned, as the teenager's long schlong slowly slid down my
shit chute.  "That hurts so fuckin' good!"

By the time Jamaal had packed all ten inches into my pooper, I felt
completely filled up, relishing the delicious feeling of his throbbing cock
inside my pulsating asshole.  The 15-year-old must also have been savoring
this sensation because for the next couple of minutes he just stood there
with his dick stuck up my ass and breathing deeply while sensually rubbing
his hands over my ass and lower back.

"Mmmmmm!" Jamaal hummed, and I wasn't sure if he was just naturally
expressing his pleasure or deliberately imitating the noises I'd made when
I was eating his shit.  What's more I didn't care, because I was so content
having his thick teenaged ramrod inside me.  And then it was as if the
teenager was reading my mind because as soon as I was ready to get on with
being fucked, I felt him steady his hands on my hips and slowly begin to
withdraw his dick from my shitter.  It seemed to take forever for the boy
to pull that horse cock out of my ass, and the sensation was incredible,
like I was taking an enormous shit.  Finally only the tapered head of
Jamaal's prick remained inside me, and my sphincter had a tight hold on it.

"Oooo, that feel nice!" the boy commented; then he shoved all ten inches
back inside me; then he pulled out again; then he pushed in again and soon
the 15-year-old was pumping my rump at a pretty good pace, sending my whole
body crashing into the chair with every thrust.

"Yeah, fuck me!" I panted, as I listened to the chair's cushion squeaking
under my knees and Jamaal's crotch slapping up against my butt.  "Fuck the
shit outta my ass!"

Jamaal quietly went about the business of banging my booty, his iron-hard
tool invading my intestines with every powerful thrust.  At first all I
could hear was the teenager's sharp exhalation each time he slammed into
me.  But after a while I could also detect his raspy breathing and feel
drops of his sweat sprinkling over my back as he labored even more mightily
at my asshole.  The very idea that a boy half my age was energetically
plugging my poop chute had me so horny that, even though I had come only a
little while ago, I felt myself getting hard all over again.

Being that my asshole was tighter than his girlfriend's, I doubted the
young basketball player would last very much longer, but he was more
practiced than I thought he'd be at prolonging his pleasure, slowing down
his strokes whenever he felt his climax getting too close then speeding
them up again when those critical moments had passed.  After several
minutes of this, however, Jamaal's orgasm could no longer be reined in.

Grabbing my hips, the 15-year-old pulled my ass hard against his crotch
while thrusting himself forward, burying every last inch of his cock firmly
in my rectum as his whole body began to quiver.

"Fuck!  I'm comin'!  Take it all right up your fuckin' ass, bitch!"

I could feel the teenager's tool swelling then throbbing against the walls
of my colon as he fired spurt after hot spurt of semen deep into my bowels,
clogging my shit tunnel with the abundant evidence of his raw lust and
youthful virility.  And after Jamaal had finished filling my back door with
ball juice, my sphincter continued to respond to the sticky shower by
spasmodically clutching his softening shaft, gently squeezing it dry of any
remaining sperm.

As this was happening, I could also feel Jamaal's body going limp.
Eventually he lay on top of me, his sweaty torso pressing against my back
as he attempted to get his breathing back to normal.

"Shit, that felt good," Jamaal panted, and right after saying this, he
began to ease his shrinking dick out of my asshole.  When he finally did
pull it out, I immediately felt a rush of coolness behind me, as my gaping
anus was suddenly exposed to the open air.  From between my legs I could
see Jamaal's spent, shit-smeared, sperm-dripping cock; then he bent down to
get a closer look at my poop chute and I was able to see his sweat-covered
face.

"Hey, dude, you leakin'," he said.

"Really?"

"Yup," he chuckled.  "Somethin' thick and white is comin' out your ass."

"Well, what are you going to do about it?" I asked, playing along.

"Only one thing TO do," said Jamaal.

As soon as I heard that, I closed my eyes, expecting him to jab his fingers
inside me to stop the flow, so I was again surprised--and actually
flinched, this time--when I felt the tip of his tongue touch me just below
my asshole.  Slowly he trailed it up, circled my pucker a few times, then
jammed his whole tongue up my ass.

"Nngghh!" I responded, again flinching; then I took a deep breath and
relaxed as Jamaal started to lap heartily at my anus.  "Oh, yeah," I
sighed.  "Suck that come outta my ass. Take back everything you gave me."

Once more I was impressed by the boy's actions, because this too just
wasn't something a 15-year-old hunk would normally do after shooting his
wad up somebody's ass.

"Now get up and turn around," said Jamaal.

Backing out of the chair, I stood up and turned to face Jamaal, who was
standing in front of me wearing a suspicious-looking smile.  Before I could
react, he leaned forward, grabbed my face, plastered his lips over mine and
began to push the sperm he'd sucked out of my ass--along with a few small
pieces of shit--into my mouth.  I was again so surprised by the sexual
maturity the boy was showing (especially considering that my breath smelled
like shit) that I eagerly accepted his gift.  I then returned it to him
then he gave it back to me, and we spent the next few minutes swapping
sperm, shit and spit until each of us finally swallowed our share.

"Aaahhh," Jamaal said when we separated; he then smacked his lips, licked
them, and smiled.  "I gotta go."

I immediately felt a tinge of sadness and Jamaal must have seen this in my
face, because he quickly said, "Don't worry.  I'll be back tomorrow...with
Dani."

"Promise?"

He laughed.  "Promise."  Then he added, "Yo, man, I would never let you
down with somethin' like that.  Shit, I'm lookin' forward to it."

"Just making sure," I said, and I watched as the boy wiped his soiled dick
off with a Kleenex then began gathering up his clothes.

"Don't you want to take a shower before you get dressed?" I asked.

"Nah," he said.  "I told Ma I'd be playin' ball, so it's better if I go
back in the house just like I am, all sweaty and shit."

Hearing him say that and watching him put his clothes back on were making
me horny all over again.  When he was fully dressed, Jamaal stretched for a
couple of minutes, lithely bending this way and that like a ballet
dancer. Eventually, he spread his legs and bent all the way over, grabbing
his ankles and looking at me from between those long legs.

"Hey, check out the back pocket on these shorts," he said.

Since I didn't see anything unusual from where I was sitting, I got up and
strolled over to Jamaal, standing behind him and looking down.

"I don't see anything," I said.

"That's 'cause it's real small," he said.  "You gotta get closer."

When I stooped down and moved in for a closer look, Jamaal farted in my
face, howling with laughter as he watched me recoil in surprise.  But then,
quickly, the stench began to turn me on, and I ended up pressing my face
into the seat of his shorts and holding on to his thighs while I inhaled
the foul odor.  As I sniffed him, Jamaal just held his position.

"Yup," he finally said, "Dani's gonna have a LOT of fun with you."

After saying that, Jamaal stood up and walked to the front door.  Unlocking
it, he opened it only a crack and peered cautiously into the hallway to see
if anyone was around.  Satisfied that it was vacant, he turned his head,
kissing and winking at me, then dashed out the door and ducked into the
stairwell.  I quickly closed and re-locked the door.

Sitting back down on the couch, I stared at the empty easy chair and
reflected on what had happened.  Had Jamaal really been here?  Had we
really done all of those nasty things?  It all seemed like a dream.  But I
couldn't deny that I had, in fact, engaged in some hard-core sex and scat
play with the object of my lust, because I could feel his come continuing
to ooze out of my asshole and my stomach churning on the contents of his
bladder and bowels.  And if all went well, by this time tomorrow I would
again get to satisfy my perverse hunger by feasting on the shit of his
14-year-old Puerto Rican girlfriend.


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