A Yule Log for Simon, a short story by Josh Terrence

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Author's note: This short story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, 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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For some reason, I was still unbearably horny when I went to bed on Christmas Eve. It wasn't for a lack of action, to be sure, but the arousal in my rear end was intense, to say the least. I'd spent most of the day unwrapping big dicks, then taking them for extended rides while I treated myself to several mouthfuls of cock. Along the way, I swallowed more than my fair share of cum, pee and ass juice. By the time I made it home for lunch, the stink that was following me around was intense and had me in the mood for something even naughtier.

After lunch, I hopped on my bike and rode to my friend Jimmy Smith's house to exchange gifts. Much to my delight, our classmate Alan Sexton was there, too, and the three of us hurried up to Jimmy's room for some naughty fun. Alan and Jimmy are probably the cutest boys at our school, followed by Austin, who Jimmy has a major crush on. It's hard to say who the sluttiest boy in our school really is, but between the four of us, we're running neck in neck for sure.

As soon as we got to Jimmy's room, we fell into a three way makeout session while we ripped our clothes off. Eventually, I found my way to Alan's plump bottom, where I enjoyed a hearty feast. While I was dining at Alan's back door, Jimmy parted my butt cheeks and treated me to a deep rim job that made me shiver. When my feast at Alan's back door ended, it was only because he was anxious to take a turn eating Jimmy's always tasty butthole out. When three horny bottom boys get together, there's not much else to do but kiss and give each other rim jobs.

Which was why I was so happy when Mr. Smith joined us in Jimmy's room. He has a nice, dad sized dick and he knows just how to use it. Happily, he mounted me first, taking me to the heights of anal ecstasy in no time flat and keeping me there for the duration of our fuck. He pulled out of me without cumming, then he fucked Alan to a fast and delicious looking anal orgasm. A few minutes later, he pulled out of Alan and slid his man rod into Jimmy's delicious pooper, taking him to the isle of anal relief while Alan and I made out on the bed beside them.

When he pulled out of Jimmy's butt, his dick had a thick coating of boy poop on it that made me shiver. Alan, Jimmy and I were on his dick like three bitches in heat, eagerly licking, sucking and swallowing all of the hot poop we could manage. Then as a bonus, Jimmy took turns squatting over both my and Alan's mouths, filling them with his yummy boy poop while we moaned uncontrollably. When Jimmy's boy butt was empty, he dropped to his knees and, while Alan and I watched, he accepted a generous loaf that Mr. Smith pinched off. Happily for Alan and I, Mr. Smith had a full load, and he treated us each to a poop log from his stinky hole. Mine was decadent, long and thick, lined with deep cracks and steaming heavily as it slid into my watering mouth. Mr. Smith treated Jimmy to the last of his poop load, then the three of us licked his crack clean with naughty grins.

After having our boy pussies serviced a final time by Mr. Smith, the three of us cuddled and talked about who the sluttiest boy we knew was.

“Austin doesn't eat poop or drink pee, so he's in last place,” Alan drawled in his cute Southern accent. “So it's between us.”

“How do we know who puts out the most?” I asked, and Alan shrugged.

“I think my cousin Kyle is the sluttiest boy,” Jimmy spoke up, causing Alan and I to give him a questioning glance. “He puts out all the time, plus he's only 11 years old and he's a busier toilet than all of us put together.”

“Busier than all of us put together?” Alan said skeptically, and Jimmy nodded. “That's impossible.”

“No it's not,” Jimmy countered, then he put the icing on the cake. “Plus, he eats dog poop.”

“No way,” Alan drawled with a naughty smile on his face, and Jimmy nodded eagerly.

“Wanna ask my mom and dad?” Jimmy dared, and Alan nodded while I listened excitedly. With a confident smile on his face, Jimmy called out, “Does Kyle eat dog poop?”

“Yes he does, honey,” Mrs. Smith called back, and Jimmy grinned. “He poops his pants everyday and my auntie and uncle feed it to him from his undies.”

“That's hot,” Alan said, and I nodded in agreement, almost in a trance while he went on. “Sometimes I poop my pants, but I eat it myself. No one ever feeds it to me unless they're takin' a shit in my mouth.”

“That's how I do it too,” I announced. “I poop my pants when I'm at home and eat my poop out of my undies.”

“My daddy feeds it to me from my undies sometimes,” Jimmy said. “Sometimes I just take it out and eat it myself.”

By the time we were finished talking about Jimmy's cousin, I was really horny and in the mood for some more poop play. Letting my two companions know what was on my mind, we got dressed and Mr. Smith drove us down to the gay district, where we got lucky in the alley behind the gay bar. While we were getting our boy pussies serviced, I begged for some poop and was treated to a pair of luscious feedings from two generous tops. Before we wrapped up for the afternoon, Alan treated me and Jimmy to a hefty load of hot boy poop that we greedily devoured, then Jimmy texted his dad to come pick him and Alan up while I rode my bike home.

When I got home the stink that I was carrying with me gave away what I'd been up to. I didn't try to hide it from my mom at all, anyway, so when she confronted me, I boasted about how much poop I'd eaten that day. Realizing that it was no use, she just ran a bath for me and I soaked at her insistence. When I got out, me, Jimmy and Alan were texting back and forth, still going on about our feedings and how luscious they were.

Later that night, I was still craving poop in the worst way, so when the signal from my bowel told me it was time, I filled my undies with a hot brown pile that I squeezed and smashed from the outside of my undies while my mom watched from the couch. I loved how it felt to smear hot poop all over my butt cheeks while the pleasing stink carried into my nostrils, and I was looking forward to sharing the news about my pantload with Alan and Jimmy.

When my mom took me upstairs to run another bath for me, I dropped my full undies and stepped out of them, then I treated myself to the entire pantload by taking large, indulgent bites out of the pile while she watched with a neutral gaze. When there was no more boy poop to enjoy, I smeared what was left in the seat all over my grinning face, treating myself to a brown facial while I peed on the bathroom floor.

After my bath, my mom took me downstairs and rocked me in her lap while I regaled the feedings that I enjoyed behind the bar and the pantload that I'd just taken so much pleasure in. Eventually I fell asleep and she put me to bed, but not before I announced that what I wanted from Santa was a hot butt load of poop, then to be treated to a non stop poop buffet for Christmas.

I woke up at 2 in the morning with a full bladder, so I hurried down the hall. While I was peeing in the toilet, I thought I could hear the jingle of sleigh bells, so I decided to investigate further. Creeping down the stairs, I was stopped dead in my tracks by the sight of Santa placing presents under the tree. I slowly made my way down further until I was standing on the bottom step, then his voice carried into my ears.

“Little Simon Anderson,” he addressed me jovially, and my eyes got wide.

“It's really you!” I said in a half whisper, then I ran up to him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

He knelt down and enveloped me in his arms, hugging me tight while he pulled out a long piece of paper. I watched him adjust his spectacles, then he took a breath and told me, “It looks like we have another one.”

“What do you mean?” I asked in a small voice, taking a seat on his knee while he rubbed my back.

“Well, it looks like you made both lists, Simon,” he explained. “You've been a very naughty boy this year, but it says you've been a very good toilet.”

Nodding my confession, I asked, “Does that mean I won't get any presents this year, Santa?”

“No, it means that Santa has a very special gift for you,” he explained. “Like the little Smith boy and the little Sexton boy, Santa has something that he knows you'll enjoy.”

“You saw Jimmy and Alan already?” I asked, and he rolled his eyes.

“I should have known,” he said, then he scooted me off of his knee and said, “Would you like to show Santa your room?”

Feeling a shiver of instant desire run through me, I hastily nodded, then I practically dragged him up the stairs so I could spread my legs and get lucky. Happily for me, Santa had already been busy planting his loads in the bottoms of other horny gay boys, and he lasted much longer than I was expecting. He gave me more anal orgasms than I could keep up with, then he planted the most pleasing load I'd ever taken in my bottom. While I was snuggling into his side, I heard his big, gassy belly rumble and another horny shiver traveled through my body.

“Santa?” I asked hopefully, and he gave me his attention. “Do you have to poop?”

“Yes Simon, I do, and it's just for you,” he said, his voice tender. I scrambled to my bedroom floor and opened wide, watching with nervous anticipation as Santa's pucker expanded and the darkest, most powerful stink I'd ever experienced filled my nostrils with its goodness, then a foot long poop log slid from Santa's butthole and into my watering mouth. While it was still bullying its way in, I was smashing and smearing it with my tongue, anxious to savor every delicious inch without delay. While I was chewing and savoring Santa's gift, it dawned on me that I was enjoying the tastiest, most flavorful poop load that I'd ever taken, a true Christmas miracle if there ever was one.

When it was down, I spent a luscious afterglow licking thick dollops of hot poop out of Santa's crack, then he walked to my window and waved to the entire neighborhood.

“You have one more special treat in store, Simon,” he told me. “I heard your Christmas wish before you fell asleep last night. Your poo poo platter will be served up buffet style, all day tomorrow. Merry Christmas, Simon.”

“Merry Christmas, Santa,” I cooed, smiling up at him with affectionate eyes. “I promise to be a busy toilet all year long.”

Coming Next... A Yule Log for Kyle

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