Date: Tue, 18 Sep 2018 21:31:33 +0000 (UTC) From: C I Subject: Jimmy in Israel (scat) Jimmy in Israel The following is fictitious, and involves an old man helping a 13-year-old boy get his "inner-freak" on. There's b/b, b/m, feet, and scat. If this sounds like fun, keep reading. Otherwise, you know where the back-arrow button is. Jimmy was thirteen years old when he and his aunt and uncle visited Israel for three weeks. They had family there, so were shown all of the amazing sites that country has to offer. It's a relatively small country, so it was possible to drive from one city to another and see ancient ruins and natural beauty, lakes and mountains, and modern wonders all in a short time. This was the second time Jimmy had traveled abroad, but it was far more fascinating than Canada. Visiting Toronto didn't really seem all that different from spending time in the American cities near where he had grown up. Israel, on the other hand, was a completely different culture (several, actually). Also, he was just at that age when he could strike out on his own and explore. Actually, if his mother had been with them, that probably wouldn't have happened. She would have been "worried sick" about all manner of trouble that he could have run into, and she might have been right. However, Jimmy's aunt and uncle were much more laid back (some might say irresponsible) and let Jimmy wander around and even take buses into different parts of the city. He just had to be back at the house before nightfall. Jimmy had always been a fairly shy kid, with not a whole lot of friends. He had long brown hair and hazel eyes, and was slightly tall for his age. He was also very skinny, and slightly awkward (but what thirteen-year-old isn't?) He knew he was supposed to be interested in girls, but just never developed any feelings of that sort. He didn't even really have "feelings" for boys; if he did, he wouldn't allow himself to admit it or even consider the possibility. None of this is to say that Jimmy didn't have any interest in sex, however. Like most thirteen-year-old boys, he jerked off whenever he could. He'd been doing that since he was eleven, and playing "games" with himself even earlier than that. He was one of those kids who discovered the joys of butt play long before he knew what to do with his dick. He had a secret box hidden in the back of his closet with a variety of items: small paint brushes, a smooth metal cigar case, a rubber bulb that could squirt water... and a small jar of Vaseline. You get the idea. Anyway, Jimmy and his family had been in Israel for five days and he hadn't had the opportunity to jerk off. Of course the family with whom they were staying had a bathroom, but Jimmy felt too uncomfortable doing anything there; it would have felt weird. So, he was a bit hornier than usual and spent time fantasizing about what kinds of kinky things he would do when he got back home. While in Israel, however, he would take advantage of his new-found freedom and explore the neighborhoods of Tel Aviv and Jerusalem. One afternoon, Jimmy walked all the way across the suburban town just outside of Tel Aviv where the family lived to an area that was a bit more touristy. The main street had all kinds of trinket shops, along with restaurants, bars, ice cream shops, etc. This seemed like a fun area, so Jimmy got an ice cream and walked into some of the back streets. While he was no expert on international affairs, Jimmy could tell the difference between a dangerous neighborhood and a relatively safe one. He knew better than to wander around in places where he was not welcome or where he could meet up with real trouble. This place didn't seem that way at all; there were too many tourists around and the place looked very well cared for, even though most of the houses and shops looked very, very old. Jimmy poked his head into a few of the trinket or antique shops, not really knowing or even caring about the difference. He supposed things that costs hundreds or thousands of dollars must have been real antiques, while most of the other things which only cost a small fraction of that were made for tourists. It didn't matter; the stores themselves were fascinating. In most, the shop-keepers would just nod hello and leave Jimmy to wander around. They'd keep an eye on him, just in case he was there to shoplift, but otherwise didn't engage him at all. However, in one shop, the owner seemed very interested in Jimmy and kept asking him all sorts of questions about America and how he was enjoying his trip to Israel. He was very friendly, and would keep putting his arm around Jimmy's shoulder. Jimmy was very polite and answered all of the man's questions, but also felt that something was a little "funny." Jimmy was shy and a bit awkward, but not completely naïve. It was already late in the afternoon, and the shop-keeper, Yakov, told Jimmy that he had to close up the shop and return home to his wife. He told Jimmy that he really liked talking with him, and that if he wanted to come back the next day he would treat him to some Turkish coffee and that they could have a fun time together for a couple of hours. Perhaps it was just Jimmy's horny imagination, but he got the idea that this man wanted to fool around with him and the idea was not entirely objectionable. Being shy, he felt his face get red as he clumsily thanked the man for his offer and said he'd think about it but wasn't sure he'd be able to. In his mind, Jimmy was already thinking about how he could come back to this neighborhood the next day without telling his family why. Back home in America, he would never even consider doing such a thing; however, this seemed like another world where the rules were all different. It was starting to get late, so Jimmy took the local bus back to his family's neighborhood. The next morning, Jimmy told his aunt that he had heard about a museum downtown that had all sorts of gruesome displays about medieval tortures and the Crusades and such. Jimmy's aunt had no interest in visiting a place like that, and his uncle and the rest of the family were all going to the beach for the day. So, Jimmy's aunt said she'd stay at the house and do some chores to help out their hosts and that Jimmy could go down to the museum and spend a few hours there as long as he was home before 5:00 or so. Jimmy promised he would, and took off toward the bus stop. The bus came and Jimmy got on, but it wasn't the bus to downtown. It was a bus heading to the neighborhood where he had been the day before. When he arrived, he got off the bus and walked down the main street toward the intersection where he remembered turning right. He found the street, and walked through the old section until he got to the block where Yakov's shop was. Jimmy was extremely nervous, but at the same time excited. He had some ideas about what could happen, and they made his heart pound loudly in his chest. Part of him was scared and actually hoped that he would find the shop closed when he got there. Then, he could just relax and get an ice cream. However, he knew if that happened, he would spend the rest of his life regretting not having the "fun" which Yakov had promised. He arrived at the shop, and it was not closed. As soon as Jimmy walked through the door, Yakov spotted him and beamed with delight. Yakov rushed over and put his arm around Jimmy's shoulder, as he had done the day before, and asked if he'd like to come back to his house just down the street. Jimmy asked if would be a problem for him to leave his shop, but Yakov explained that there were others in the back who would watch over the place and take care of any business if other customers came by. Yakov also told Jimmy that his wife was working in another town and wouldn't be home until evening. Mustering up all of his courage, Jimmy smiled back and said "yes, let's go there." So, the two of them left the shop and walked just a short way down a smaller back street to a very old but well-kept house. Inside, the home was very clean but filled with all sorts of clutter. There were boxes everywhere, and all of the shelves were filled with books and antiques. Jimmy supposed an antique dealer's home should look that way, so began to feel a bit more relaxed. No meat hooks hanging from the ceiling, no chainsaws or automatic weapons lying about... just a nice home owned by a nice old man (Yakov looked to be in his mid-sixties, which to Jimmy seemed "old") who had a keen interest in Jimmy. Yakov kept glancing at Jimmy, eying him up and down and smiling. Jimmy felt his face turn red again, but knew somehow that he would be having an amazing experience. Yakov did indeed make two cups of Turkish coffee, and offered one to Jimmy. Jimmy accepted; he really did love strong coffee, had since he was eight or nine. He sat down on a comfortable antique (he supposed) chair across from where Yakov was sitting just three or four feet away. A small end table was to his right, so he could rest his coffee there while talking with Yakov. At one point, Yakov mentioned that Jimmy's legs and feet must be tired after walking all the way here. Jimmy had actually taken the bus, but still agreed that walking around Israel in the summer heat was tiring. Jimmy was wearing shorts and a tee shirt, and white tube socks with sneakers. Yakov invited Jimmy to take his shoes off, since his feet must be hot. Jimmy did so, and placed his sneakers under the little end table. Yakov looked down at Jimmy's socked feet and smiled. He said, "Isn't that much better? Why don't you put your feet up and rest them? Here, you can put them on my lap." Jimmy thought about how his socks might be sweaty, but figured Yakov already knew that so did as he was asked. He lifted both legs and rested his feet on Yakov's lap so that his soles were facing him directly. Still smiling, Yakov placed a hand on each socked foot and began to rub the arches and balls of Jimmy's feet with his thumbs. Jimmy enjoyed this, and no longer worried about whether his feet were too sweaty. After a couple of minutes of this, Yakov said, "We don't need these, do we?" and began reaching for the top of Jimmy's left sock. With both hands, Yakov slowly pulled the sock down to Jimmy's ankle, and then over the heel and slowly off his foot. He then did the same with the right sock. Now Jimmy's bare soles and toes were pointing directly toward Yakov, who seemed to be making some adjustments to his pants in the area of his crotch. Yakov continued massaging Jimmy's feet with his thumbs, but now used his other fingers to gently rub between each of his toes. At first, he flicked away little bits of sock lint that had been trapped there, and then really began exploring. At times, he'd stop the massaging to spread two of Jimmy's toes and raise his foot up to his nose. The goofy smile on Yakov's face put Jimmy at ease, and he found himself relaxing and getting very turned on by all of this attention. After several more minutes of rubbing and sniffing, Yakov got bold and put his lips around the big toe on Jimmy's right foot. Jimmy felt him sucking on the toe, and then Yakov opened his mouth wider and took all five toes in. Jimmy felt Yakov's tongue exploring the space between each toe, while at the same time he was using both thumbs to massage the sole of that foot. Jimmy now had an erection inside his shorts, and perhaps unconsciously began rubbing it. Yakov saw, and approved. After several more minutes, he started working on the other foot. When he was done, both of Jimmy's feet were glistening with saliva. Jimmy remembered thinking that it was a good thing he had clipped his toenails just two days earlier; sometimes he let them get a bit ragged and could have ended up being embarrassing. Then again, perhaps Yakov wouldn't have minded one way or the other. "You are such a nice boy," Yakov told Jimmy, "why don't you lie down on the sofa?" Jimmy got up and walked over the sofa on the other side of the room, his sticky-wet feet leaving little marks on the tile floor. When he got there, Yakov said, "you don't need to wear that shirt, do you?" Jimmy just smiled, very comfortable with the situation now but still nervous with anticipation, and took off his tee shirt. As mentioned earlier, Jimmy was a very skinny kid; you could see his ribs when he was bare-chested. His nipples were a light brown, and slightly large for a boy. He had no chest hair whatsoever, but did have a small amount of hair in his armpits. As he lifted his arms, he felt his pits just to reassure himself that he had indeed remembered to put deodorant on that morning (something relatively new for him in the last several months). He had, so he completely removed his shirt and tossed in on the floor next to the couch. Yakov had Jimmy lie down on his stomach, and proceeded to give him a back rub. It felt very good, and Yakov worked his way down to the small of Jimmy's back and then skipped down to his legs. He worked the backs of Jimmy's thighs and calves, and then spent a bit more time on Jimmy's feet once again. At this point, Jimmy wasn't surprised in the least. Yakov then began rubbing Jimmy's buttocks through his shorts. Jimmy waited eagerly for the obvious... "Lift yourself up a little so I can slide these off," suggested Yakov. Jimmy was happy to oblige, and he felt Yakov's hands fumbling for the button and zipper on the front of his shorts as he lifted his hips upward. At last, Yakov was able to undo them and slide the shorts down Jimmy's hips and off his legs. This left Jimmy in nothing but white briefs, but not for long. This time Yakov didn't even ask; he just gripped the underwear by the waistband on both sides and tugged downward. They came right off, leaving Jimmy in his "birthday suit." He was still lying on his stomach, so Yakov only had a view of his butt. Jimmy had looked at himself in the mirror many times, so new he had what he'd later learn was called a "bubble-butt." Two nice, firm mounds which were round and very smooth. Jimmy had begun to develop some body hair, but it was deep in his crack just above his hole. At this point, Yakov had no view of that. Jimmy relaxed his hips back down onto the sofa, and allowed Yakov to continue with his massage. As Yakov worked his now bare buttocks, Jimmy's erect penis kept being pushed into the soft cushions of the sofa. It was a very pleasurable feeling, and Jimmy worried that his experience might end too early if this kept up. After just a few minutes, however, Yakov stopped rubbing and just left his hands on Jimmy's backside. Then, Jimmy felt him slowly pull his buttocks apart so that his hole was exposed. While he had explored that area himself quite often, Jimmy knew that Yakov was seeing a part of his body that he had never shown to anyone since he was a baby. He really didn't mind, though; in fact, he was very turned on by it all. His dick agreed completely. With his butt spread, Jimmy felt Yakov lower his face down to his crack and take a deep sniff. Although he had showered that morning, Jimmy wasn't sure how "fresh" things would be down there. Didn't matter... that was part of the "fun." He felt Yakov slide a finger up and down the crack, just gently brushing against his hole. Then, Yakov lifted his finger to Jimmy's nose and said, "You smell wonderful, see?" Jimmy sniffed his own familiar smell, and agreed. Then, Yakov said, "May I see if you smell as good inside as you do outside?" Jimmy look up and saw that Yakov had already begun sucking on one of his fingers, getting it all wet and slimy with saliva. He nodded in agreement, put his head back down, and waited... Yakov was very gentle. He placed is wet finger on the muscle and Jimmy instinctively knew to bear down as Yakov pushed. Jimmy felt the cool wet digit pass through his anus and into his rectum. A very familiar feeling, but one which had never been given to him by another person (not since he was a baby getting his temperature taken that way, at least). Jimmy felt Yakov feel around in there with his finger for a few seconds, and then he removed it. After another second, Yakov said, "Not as sweet as the outside," and held his finger up so that Jimmy could see it. It was streaked with light brown poop, and Jimmy was mortified. For a moment, he thought the fun would end right here and he'd be asked to leave. Instead, Yakov made that goofy grin like he had when he started spreading Jimmy's toes and sniffing between them. He put the poop-smeared finger in his mouth and sucked it completely clean. Jimmy couldn't believe it; even during his kinkiest "games" he never thought to do that. He still didn't find the idea of doing it himself particularly appealing, but the idea that someone else would like to taste his poop was oddly exciting. Yakov kept grinning, and then went off to the bathroom to get something. Jimmy heard the water running for a few seconds, and figured Yakov was washing his hands or rinsing his mouth out. Maybe, but he also came back with a large rubber ball with a nozzle sticking out of it. Jimmy knew what this was; he had a much smaller version of one in his special, hidden box. Yakov was going to give him an enema. Jimmy was asked to lie on his back and bring his legs up so that his knees were touching his chest. This gave Yakov a perfect view of his hole (hair and all) and still-erect dick and balls. Yakov took a few seconds to just stand and admire the view, then picked up a bottle of gooey liquid (Jimmy hadn't heard of lube, only Vaseline) and squeezed some out over the fingers of his right hand and onto the nozzle of the enema bulb. Yakov used his fingers to rub lubricant over and just inside Jimmy's anus, and then placed the tip of the nozzle there. With a smile, Yakov slowly pushed while Jimmy relaxed and felt the nozzle slide into him. Yakov pushed it in about four or maybe five inches, and then just let it rest there a while. When Jimmy was ready, Yakov began to squeeze the bulb. Jimmy felt the warm water flow into his rectum, and then felt relief when Yakov stopped squeezing and the bulb returned to its normal shape. In doing so, it sucked the water back out of Jimmy. This was possible, because the nozzle was relatively wide (about as wide as a Sharpie, with which Jimmy was quite familiar) and Jimmy's position made it easy for the water to flow downward back into the enema bulb. Then Yakov squeezed again, a little longer this time, and sent more water into Jimmy's guts. Again he let off the pressure and again the water flowed back into the bulb. This happened repeatedly, until the last time Yakov squeezed every drop of water from the bulb into Jimmy's rectum and this time did not release the pressure. He asked Jimmy to hold it (probably about a pint of water) for as long as he could, and then told Jimmy to waddle over to the bathroom where he could relieve himself on the toilet. Yakov kept the nozzle firmly implanted in Jimmy's rear end as he walked to the bathroom, using one hand to cup the fully squeezed enema bulb and hold it tightly against Jimmy's butt. Thankfully, there was no leakage as Jimmy made his way across the room to the toilet. Once positioned above the toilet, Yakov quickly pulled the device out of Jimmy and let him sit down and expel all the water. Afterward, Jimmy was surprised to see that the water wasn't really that dirty. Mostly clear, with just a few small "nuggets" in the bowl. Jimmy half-expected Yakov to fish one out and make a sandwich, but that didn't happen. He just let Jimmy clean himself up a bit, flushed the toilet, and invited Jimmy back to the sofa. Jimmy wondered if Yakov would want him to perform the same sorts of acts on him that he had performed on Jimmy. Short of eating poop, he would have obliged. Yakov, however, seemed more interested in exploring Jimmy's body than having any kind of actual sex or sex-like activities done on him. OK, that was fine with Jimmy. He was enjoying the experience and couldn't believe he had met someone with many of the same sorts of kinks he had, and who was genuinely turned on by Jimmy's body. What else could Yakov do with him? Jimmy went back to the sofa, and Yakov went into the kitchen to grab some snacks. He brought back some grapes, a carrot, and a small squash-like vegetable. Actually, it was a Persian cucumber. Jimmy wasn't particularly hungry, but it didn't take him long to figure out that these were not being offered as food. Yakov told Jimmy to get on his elbows and knees, so that he was in "doggy" position. Jimmy did so, and felt the carrot being pressed against his hole. He bore down, and the well-lubed carrot slid right into him. The carrot was probably six inches long, and about an inch thick at its widest end. Yakov pulled it almost all the way out, and then pushed it back in again. He repeated this, all while Jimmy had his right hand wrapped around his erect penis. Yakov then removed the carrot completely and pushed a grape into Jimmy's rectum. Jimmy turned around to look at what was happening, and saw Yakov smiling. He had a small bag of grapes, and was getting ready to insert several more. Jimmy turned back toward the wall next to the sofa, and giggled when Yakov pushed one, then two, then three more grapes into him. Two more after that, a pause, and then three more. Jimmy began feeling rather full down there. Yakov told him to lie on his back with his knees bent up touching his chest (the familiar enema position), and then picked up the Persian cucumber. This was about eight inches long and maybe an inch and a quarter thick. After squirting some lube on the thing, Yakov positioned it against Jimmy's already full hole and pushed. The cucumber slid in, and Jimmy's very erect penis began twitching. After having inserted it about five inches, Yakov had Jimmy wiggle his hips a bit while manipulating the end of the cucumber. He then pushed the thing all the way in, and used the thumb on his right hand to keep it from sliding out. With his left hand, he gently massaged Jimmy's ball sack and rubbed his "taint." Jimmy began to moan, and then Yakov moved his right hand away from Jimmy's butt. The cucumber started to slide out, but Yakov quickly pushed it back in while rubbing Jimmy's taint and balls with the other hand. Jimmy realized that it was now or never, so grabbed his dick with his right hand while Yakov was working the cucumber in and out of his butt. After less than a minute or so, Jimmy came. Thick jets of semen landed on his belly, and Yakov grinned like a maniac. He stopped what he was doing and the cucumber slid out of Jimmy's rectum. Jimmy continued to moan in delight, and Yakov proclaimed: "Jimmy juice! I must drink it all." And he did. With the hand he had been using to control the cucumber, he scooped up all of the semen from Jimmy's abdomen and licked his fingers clean. Jimmy felt light-headed; this was the best orgasm he had ever experienced. In fact, he barely noticed the fact that five or six grapes, covered with ooze, had popped out of his butt while all of this was happening. In his mind, however, Jimmy remembered that there were probably three or four grapes still unaccounted for. He guessed he'd see them later somehow or another. Yakov disappeared into the bathroom again for a few minutes, and then came out with another enema bulb. This one was smaller, probably only holding a cup or so of water. The nozzle was also much thinner, although still about eight inches long. Jimmy wondered why an enema should have a nozzle that was only about as thick as a strand of spaghetti. When Yakov approached the sofa, Jimmy assumed the position. Yakov told him, "no, not like that. Just lie on your back. You can tilt your head up so you can see what's happening, though." Yakov took hold of Jimmy's now flaccid penis with his left hand, and with the thumb and forefinger gently pinched the head so that the urethra opened a bit. He then guided the tip of the thin nozzle of the enema (which he had already generously coated with lubricant) to Jimmy's urethral opening and began to push it inside. As soon as Jimmy realized what Yakov intended to do, he got scared and said, "No, I think that will hurt." Yakov stopped and reassured Jimmy that it would actually feel quite nice, once the tube was inside. Jimmy wasn't sure about that, but decided to let Yakov continue doing what he was doing. If it hurt, he would yell and he felt sure Yakov would stop. In fact, it didn't hurt. Yakov slowly inserted the thin tube into Jimmy's urethra, and once it got past the head of his dick, it slid smoothly down the length of the soft shaft all the way to the base of his penis. When the tube was pushed through the area just beneath Jimmy's balls, it created a wonderful feeling. Although Jimmy didn't realize it at the time, the tube was sliding through his prostate gland at that point. Yakov knew exactly what he was doing, and gently pushed the tube in and out just an inch or so, over and over again, to increase Jimmy's pleasure. Then, with no warning, he pushed the tube all the way in until its tip penetrated the sphincter into Jimmy's bladder. It didn't exactly hurt, but it was a very odd feeling. Then, Yakov squeezed the bulb and injected the water into the boy's bladder. He quickly pulled the tube all the way out, went back to the bathroom to refill the bulb, and repeated the procedure. He did this six times, and then told Jimmy to go ahead and release his now very full bladder. Jimmy was about to walk into the bathroom to do as he had been told, but Yakov stopped him and said, "No, just do it here." Yakov bent his head down and put his lips around Jimmy's penis, and then looked up with that goofy grin again. Jimmy tried to relax, and then just let go. He felt the "urine" (just cool water, really) flow out of his dick and into Yakov's mouth, and let it happen. As Yakov gulped the water down, he reached below Jimmy's ball sack with his left hand and fingered his anus. Jimmy kept urinating, way more than usual as his bladder had been filled with the water squeezed from the bulb, and actually began to get a little stiff again (the joys of being a thirteen-year-old boy!). He strained a bit near the end to release the last few drops of water, and as he did so the last three grapes popped out of his butt onto the sofa. Yakov smiled seeing that, removed Jimmy's penis from his mouth, lifted his head, and then suggested that Jimmy get dressed. Hours had gone by, and it was time for Jimmy to start heading back home before his family began worrying about him. On the way out, Yakov told Jimmy that he was one of the most wonderful boys he had ever met, and that he hoped they could meet again some time before Jimmy went back to America. Jimmy told him that he'd be in Israel for another two weeks or so, and Yakov looked pensive for a bit. Then, he told Jimmy that he should come back to this house in exactly one week. Yakov would have a surprise for him, something that he thought Jimmy would enjoy as much if not more than today's activities. Jimmy promised that he would return, and then made the rather long trip back to his family's house across town. In his mind, he was rehearsing the little speech about medieval tortures and whatnot that he had prepared in case anyone asked him about the museum he was supposed to have visited. All during the following week, Jimmy could barely pay attention to what was happening. He went on a trip to Nazareth, but could only think about what he had experienced. Later, he visited the old town of Akko, but could still only think about what might happen when he met up with Yakov. He wondered if the experience could ever live up to the incredibly weird and kinky fantasies that were going through his mind. Finally, the day arrived and Jimmy made some excuse to be away from his aunt and uncle (a cultural exhibition in a nearby city this time) and took the bus to Yakov's neighborhood. He retraced his steps from the week before, and then walked down the small streets Yakov had shown him to get to the house. When he arrived, he was met by a smiling Yakov who quickly welcomed him into the house. Jimmy walked through the door, and was surprised when he saw a boy of maybe nine or ten years old standing in the living room. The boy was dressed pretty much as Jimmy was, in shorts and a tee shirt. He was wearing canvas shoes, with short black socks. As Jimmy walked into the living room, the boy looked up and smiled. It was a beautiful smile, and something fluttered in Jimmy's chest. He had never had any particular interest in boys, but maybe that would change today. "Jimmy, I'd like you to meet Amir. Amir is eleven years old, and lives in the neighborhood. He comes to visit me often, and enjoys the same sort of attention that you enjoy. I think you two might become friends." Amir had light brown skin and wavy dark hair. His eyes were brown, and he really did look at least a year or two younger than he really was. When he smiled, his eyes sparkled and Jimmy just wanted to hug him. After what seemed like an eternity, Jimmy broke the silence by saying "Hi, I'm Jimmy." Amir smiled again, and said something that Jimmy could not understand. "He only speaks Arabic and a little Hebrew, no English," said Yakov. Jimmy barely heard; he was transfixed by the small boy's beautiful smiling face. "I think you two should get comfortable. I've got a game planned for you to play, but that can wait a little while. Why don't you take your shoes off and relax?" Jimmy started to untie his laces, while Amir just stood looking like he didn't know what was going on. Yakov looked at us both, and said, "I mean, why don't you take each others' shoes and socks off? It's more fun that way, don't you agree?" Jimmy did, so he sat down on the tile floor of the living room with his feet out in front of him. He gestured for Amir to do the same, which he did. Jimmy picked up Amir's left leg and untied the laces on his left shoe. Then, with a gentle tugging motion, Jimmy pulled Amir's left shoe off of his foot. He then did the same for the right foot. Amir was now giggling as he waved his black stockinged feet in front of Jimmy's face. Jimmy grabbed his right ankle with both hands and pulled the black sock down over the boy's heel and off his foot. Looking up to Yakov, who was smiling encouragingly, Jimmy lifted Amir's bare right foot up to his face and licked his sole from heel to toes. While doing so, he noticed that the skin of Amir's sole was quite a bit lighter than the rest of his skin. It was almost pink. Amir giggled again, and Jimmy repeated the performance on the boy's left foot. This time, Jimmy made sure to actually take several toes into his mouth and suck, just as Yakov had done with him the week before. Amir seemed to enjoy this, and reached for Jimmy's right foot. He quickly undid Jimmy's laces, pulled the shoe off, and then peeled the sock down off of Jimmy's foot. Then, he did the same for the left foot. Now, both boys were sitting on the floor barefoot, each with his soles directed toward the other. Amir gave Jimmy's feet a few sniffs, but didn't actually lick or suck his toes. Jimmy didn't mind; he was enjoying running his tongue between the second and third toes on Amir's left foot. The taste was just a bit salty, but otherwise fantastic. "Okay, you two... let's get started," Yakov interrupted. Before saying anything else, he rolled a large plastic sheet out over the tile floor, as if to protect it from what might happen. Jimmy hadn't seen him leave to get it, but he must have had it stored in the other room. Once the plastic sheet was rolled out, Yakov went into the kitchen and then returned with two bags and a large bowl filled with water. The bags contained marshmallows, and he opened them and placed them on the sheet-covered floor next to the bowl of water. He then produced two dice, and proceeded to explain to us the rules of the game. "You each roll a die, and the one who rolls the higher number wins. If it's a tie, roll again. The losing number is subtracted from the winning number, and the difference is the number of marshmallows the loser must take. So, if Jimmy here rolls a five and Amir rolls a two, then the difference is three and that is the number of marshmallows Amir must take." This was then explained in Arabic so that Amir could follow along. Seeing the grin on his face, Jimmy felt that Amir had played this game before. It seemed pretty simple, if not terribly exciting. Jimmy and Amir both agreed to play, so the dice were handed out. On his first turn, Jimmy rolled a two. Amir rolled a three. So, Jimmy lost and had to take one marshmallow. He began to reach for the bag, when Yakov politely stopped him. "The winner decides how the loser takes the marshmallow," he explained. Still grinning, Amir reached into the bag and picked out a marshmallow. Jimmy was confused, but wanted to learn how to play this game. He watched Amir put the marshmallow into the bowl of water, and then Amir gestured something about Jimmy's waist or pants. "He says you have to pull your pants down, underwear too," explained Yakov. Jimmy was perplexed, but did as he was asked. He figured why not take his shirt off too at this point, so he undressed until he was completely naked. Amir picked up the soggy marshmallow from the bowl of water and gestured that Jimmy should lie down flat on his stomach. Jimmy did so, and then felt Amir's little hands spread his buttocks. The wet marshmallow was placed against Jimmy's hole, and then Amir pushed it right in. Jimmy felt the tip of Amir's finger enter him just after the marshmallow, but then Amir quickly removed it leaving the single marshmallow planted in Jimmy's rectum. Jimmy sat up, and the marshmallow felt kind of squishy inside. Yakov then explained that the game would continue this way, round after round, until one player could no longer take or hold any more marshmallows. Whoever expelled his marshmallows first would have to eat all of the winner's marshmallows, directly from where they were being stored. Yakov asked Jimmy if he agreed to these rules, and Jimmy said yes. Win or lose, this was an exciting game. The next round, Jimmy lost again. This time, he had to take three marshmallows. He began to lie down on his stomach as he had the first time, but Amir stopped him. This time, Amir wanted Jimmy to stand up and spread his buttocks. Jimmy did, and Amir pushed three marshmallows, one at a time, into Jimmy's butt while he stood. The next round, Jimmy won. Amir had to take two marshmallows, so Jimmy told him to strip. Amir first took his shirt off, and then pulled down his pants and underwear. Jimmy noticed that Amir's penis was very dark, darker than the rest of his skin. He also had a small and very tight looking ball sack. As Jimmy was looking, Amir's dick began to twitch and get hard. Even fully erect, it was only about four inches long. Jimmy thought about how he might play with that later, but right now there was the game. Jimmy got to decide. "Lie on your back, and bring your knees up to your chest," Jimmy commanded (with a little translation help from Yakov). Amir did as he was asked, and Jimmy soaked two marshmallows in the bowl of water. When they were soft and slippery, he picked them both up and pressed one against Amir's little puckered hole. Jimmy pushed, and the marshmallow slid out of his hand and down onto the floor. He picked it back up, now realizing why Yakov had laid the plastic sheet out over the floor, and again pressed it against Amir's hole along with the other one. This time, when Jimmy pushed, both marshmallows slipped into Amir's rectum, one right after the other. Jimmy could see the ring of muscle widen and the marshmallows disappear into the dark pink space on the other side. Then, Amir's anus shut and he sat up, smiling. The game went on this way for many rounds. The boys pushed marshmallows up each others' butts in a variety of positions: standing, doggy-style, fetal, kneeling... whatever they could think of. At one point, Amir asked Jimmy to suck on his own toes while Amir slowly inserted two marshmallows into Jimmy's backside. Not to be outdone, Jimmy used his saliva-wet toes to push a marshmallow into Amir's little hole when he won the next round. Finally, Jimmy had seventeen marshmallows up his butt, while Amir had fourteen. The next round, Jimmy lost and had to take four more marshmallows. After the second, he began to lose control. Amir saw this and quickly put his foot straight out, toes pointed up. Bewildered, Jimmy looked to Yakov for an explanation. "If a player wants to show his opponent mercy, he can do that. The player that is about to lose uses the other player's big toe as a plug, to hold the marshmallows in place." Jimmy didn't need any further explanation; he quickly lowered himself onto Amir's foot until he felt the boy's big toe enter his already dilated rectum. As it did, the feeling that the marshmallows were about to explode from his guts dissipated. However, once the toe was in place, Amir began to giggle. He then wiggled his big toe back and forth inside Jimmy's butt, trying to create an avalanche of anal marshmallows. Jimmy grimaced, and looked to Yakov for direction. "Your opponent is offering you some measure of mercy by allowing you to use his toe as a plug. Nobody said he has to hold it still. If you want it removed, you can just get up." Jimmy thought about it, but decided he'd rather wait a few seconds and see if the feeling of needing to expel the marshmallows would pass. After a while, it did. So, because Jimmy still had to take two more of his four marshmallows, Amir inserted them alongside his big toe which was lodged firmly in Jimmy's backside. Stretching Jimmy's anus wider than it had been until this point, Amir slid the marshmallows in one at a time, right against his toe. Jimmy winced, and realized that the game was over. Try as he might, he couldn't hold the marshmallows any longer. With Amir's big toe still stuck up his butt, he let go and let the twenty-one marshmallows flow out of his rectum all over Amir's foot and onto the plastic sheet below. The first nine or ten came out clean, but the rest... not quite so. When he was done, he picked up a paper towel from the roll which Yakov had generously placed next to where the boys were playing and cleaned himself up. Then, it was time for Amir to claim his prize. Grinning like a lunatic, Amir gestured for Jimmy to lie down flat on his back. Jimmy did, and Amir lowered his butt right over Jimmy's face. Reaching around, Amir spread his buttocks and lowered himself a little further until his anus was directly above Jimmy's mouth. After opening his mouth wide, Jimmy gave the "thumbs up" signal and Amir let loose with his fourteen marshmallows. Jimmy quickly swallowed each as it was deposited into his mouth, and decided to close his eyes after the fifth or sixth. He remembered how his had been, and didn't want to see how Amir's deeper offerings would look. Regardless, he swallowed them all and then stood up to show that he had completed the challenge. Now, both boys' guts were completely empty, and Yakov congratulated them both on playing so well. He disappeared for a minute, and then came back with a six-foot long black rubber tube, rounded at each end. Along the length of the tube were little white lines, positioned exactly one inch apart. The tube was about three quarters of an inch wide, and Yakov was smiling and holding a bottle of lube. "Let's see who can take more of this," he said. With that, he had Amir get into "doggy-style" position and used a generous amount of lube on his hole and on one end of the rubber tube. Yakov placed the lubed end of the tube against Amir's hole, and pushed. Because of the white lines, Jimmy could see exactly how many inches were being inserted into Amir. The tube was flexible, so after about seven inches, Amir grunted and bent down more. Yakov stopped for a few seconds, and then continued pushing the tube into Amir's butt. Amir's shift in position allowed the flexible tube to cross into the sigmoid colon and then continue upward. Yakov applied more lube, and continued to push the tube in. Eleven, twelve, thirteen inches, and then more. After eighteen inches had been inserted, Amir began to moan and shift position again. Finally, he nodded and Yakov applied enough pressure to get another seven inches inserted. Then, it was Jimmy's turn. Jimmy got into position so that his butt was just one foot away from Amir's, and Yakov smeared some lube all over Jimmy's hole as he had done with Amir. He also lubed up the nearly four feet of tube which was protruding from Amir's butt and worked the end into Jimmy's anus. Jimmy felt Yakov pushing the tube in deeper and deeper, but after a few seconds it began to hurt. Jimmy instinctively knew to bend down further and shift his hips. After doing so, he felt the rubber tube enter a deep part of his body that he hadn't even known existed. Jimmy had played with his butt many times before, but never inserted anything longer than six or seven inches. He hadn't known that anything longer could fit, but then he never had flexible enough "toys." Yakov pushed, and Jimmy felt the tube going deeper and deeper. After a while, he really only felt the pressure on his anus as Yakov pushed, wiggled, pulled a bit, and then pushed some more. The deep end of the tube was somewhere beyond feeling, deep in his guts. Yakov kept pushing, and then finally said, "You win! You've got thirty-one inches, nearly three feet, in you. Amir could only take twenty-five inches. Of course, he's a smaller boy... still, you won!" "Good... now what?" Jimmy thought to himself. With the long tube still inserted deeply into each boy's colon, Yakov instructed the boys to change position so that each was lying on his back with his knees up to his chest, butts and soles facing each other. This took some acrobatics, but it happened. Then, Yakov said we'd play a kind of "tug-o-war," only with pushing instead of pulling. The boys pushed the soles of their feet against each others', and would take turns controlling the tube. As each boy pushed (bore down), the tube would go deeper into the other boy's colon. There was no way anyone could end up taking all six feet of the thing, but Yakov could watch the tube going in and out of each boy and count how many lines (inches) each had taken. So, Jimmy pushed and eight inches of the tube was passed into Amir. Amir then pushed, and seven inches were passed back into Jimmy. It went on this way, back and forth, until there was more coming out of each boy than just a well-lubed rubber tube. The plastic was still on the floor, and this was a good thing for whomever had to clean this house. In and out, pushing deep into both boys' colons and then out, the rubber tube became coated with poop. Finally, both boys grew tired and asked if they could get up. They did, and the tube slid from each of their bottoms. It fell onto the plastic with a splat, and Yakov said not to worry about it. He'd clean everything up later (God knew how, but Jimmy had a suspicion). Amir and Jimmy both stood facing each other, completely naked. Instinctively, Jimmy reached out and caressed Amir's dick until it got hard. Amir did the same for Jimmy. This time, Yakov's instructions were not necessary for either boy. Jimmy and Amir both went over to the sofa, and lovingly hugged each other in a "69" position. Jimmy took Amir's dick into his mouth at exactly the same time Amir took Jimmy's. Both boys thrust their hips and bobbed their heads, and both came at nearly the same time. No "Jimmy-juice" for Yakov this time; each boy greedily swallowed the others' offering. When they were done, they disengaged and sat up on the sofa. Yakov smiled at both boys and told them how wonderfully they'd done this day. After that, it was time to clean up and get going. Jimmy put his clothes back on, said goodbye to his two newest friends, and headed back to his family's home. This time, the goodbye was for real. Jimmy would go back to America in a few days, and likely would never see either Yakov or Amir again. But then, who knows?