Jimmy Visits the Fudge Factory, a 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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To read previous work involving this fictional character, check out Jimmy's Tunnel of Love

Chapter One: Packing Fudge for Jimmy

Jimmy Smith was sitting quietly in the back seat of his parents' Yukon, browsing his phone for pics and clips of cute boys. The 12 year old was dressed in a blue tee-shirt and a pair of denim jeans, and he was playfully swinging his size 7 feet back and forth as his mom and dad talked amongst themselves in the front seat. They were heading to the mall for a baby shower gift for one of Carrie's close friends.

As the trees and buildings whizzed by in the window, Jimmy felt a strong signal from his bowel and smiled. The urge to take a shit had actually come over him while he was still at home, but he had resolved to stay quiet. Even when his mom interrogated him, knowing her son's pooping schedule well, he refused to relieve himself at home. Not because he was poop shy, but because there was an urgent desire he had deep down to enjoy the load in his bowels. When they began the 25 minute journey from their house to the mall, Jimmy's need started to grow more and more urgent. Knowing that it was too late for him to change his mind, the naughty little boy planned his next move.

Soon, the family of three arrived at the mall, turning into the entrance from the main highway. James and Carrie Smith were holding hands as they drove through the large mall parking lot, looking for a nearby parking space when their 12 year old son finally piped up from the backseat.

"I have to go poop," Jimmy said with a familiar inflection in his voice, causing his mom to look over her left shoulder at him.

"Honey, I asked you before we left and you said you didn't have to go," she reminded him, and he nodded in agreement.

"Well I have to go now," he told her, then he winced and grabbed his tummy as a gas pain washed over him. "I have to go bad, too."

"Well as soon as daddy finds a parking spot, we'll take you to the bathroom, okay?" Carrie assured her little boy, just as another wave of gastric pressure hit him. Studying the expression on her son's face, she realized that he was planning to produce a pantload to sit in. It was his signature gesture when they were away from home, though she had hoped he would at least wait until she was able to pick up a gift for her girlfriend's baby shower.

Knowing his son's penchant for shitting his pants at the most inopportune moments, James quickly found a parking spot. The husband and wife then escorted their boy into the mall through the food court entrance, then took him to the first available family restroom. As they walked through the lot, Jimmy's bowel signal was growing stronger by the second, and he made sure his parents knew about it.

"I don't know if I can make it to the toilet," the little brunette told his mom, looking up at her with a familiar expression that told her he was about to poop his pants. She was about to answer him when her husband stepped in with a compromise.

"Well if you can hold it, daddy'll make sure you get a special treat," James said. Jimmy felt a strong shiver of desire roll through his 4' 8" frame as his daddy's promise filled his ears, and he resolved to clench his sphincter tight until they were in the bathroom.

"I promise to try my hardest, daddy," Jimmy declared, earning him a pair of approving smiles from his doting parents.

When they made it to the family restroom, James ushered his son inside and over to the toilet while Carrie locked the door behind her. By the time she turned around, Jimmy's blue jeans were puddled around his ankles and he was standing in front of the toilet in nothing but his white boy briefs. He was pushing his crotch out with a look of deep concentration on his face as he prepared to unleash his pee stream. Before he could pee his pants, James took the little boy by the shoulders and encouraged him to face the other way. As soon as Jimmy's underwear clad rear end came into view, both parents set their gazes upon it, noting that it was still clean and the fabric was still a brilliant white.

"I pooped my pants two times yesterday," Jimmy reminded them both while they examined his rear end, and they both nodded to acknowledge his declaration. James ran his open palm over Jimmy's supple rump while the little boy added, "I want to poop my pants again."

"I know you do, honey," Carrie said sympathetically, gently running her fingers through his hair. "But mommy has some shopping to do. Do you think you can wait until mommy finishes her shopping?"

Shaking his head no, Jimmy looked over his shoulder at his daddy's fondling hand, which was still gliding over his cotton clad rear end. Knowing exactly how to get through to his son, James asked him, "I know you'd like to shit your britches buddy, but I bet there's something else you'd like to do first."

With that, Jimmy nodded in agreement, feeling another shudder grip his young body while his glazed over eyes drifted to his daddy's crotch. Taking note of the healthy bulge in the front of his father's pants, Jimmy moaned softly and licked his lips. With another pair of approving smiles directed his way, the little boy slowly slid his underwear off his hips until they were hanging off the tops of his thighs, right below his bubble butt.

Just then, Carrie went into her purse and pulled out a small bottle of KY Jelly. While she was fetching the lube from her purse, James' cock was unleashed and a strand of precum splashed onto Jimmy's right arm. Cupping his son by the back of the head, the loving father planted a deep, tongue filled kiss on his son's mouth. Jimmy let loose with another soft, boyish moan while he wrapped both hands around his daddy's engorged member, giving it full strokes. He heard his mother flip the cap from the KY Jelly and diverted his eyes her way without breaking his kiss with his daddy.

"Hold your hand out, baby," Carrie said in a soft voice, and he readily complied. When he felt the cool sensation of the KY filling his palm, he sighed with contentment, knowing that his wish was about to be granted. While his hand was filling up with lube, Jimmy felt his daddy's thick middle finger slide between his plump buns, where it found his pucker. Jimmy's body felt like it was on fire as James' finger rubbed up and down over his opening, which was starting to pooch out as the pressure of his buttload tested his sphincter's strength.

When they broke their kiss, James used both hands to part Jimmy's ass cheeks, revealing his anus to Carrie. Both parents took note of the way their son's hole was slightly opened, framing the head of a dark, bulbous turd that was fighting to get out. With a warm smile, Carrie asked her son, "Are you ready for daddy to pack your fudge, baby?"

With a hot moan, Jimmy nodded his answer, watching with tortured eyes as he wrapped his hand around James' thick member and stroked it up and down. As he spread lube out over his daddy's prick, he felt his dad's finger rubbing wet lube over the outer rim of his asshole and sighed with contentment. Finally, James got up and stood behind his boy, preparing to enter his full rectum and treat him to the deep fudge packing he was so hot for.

As soon as the head of James' prick made contact with Jimmy's sphincter, the little boy started to grind his ass back against it. Seeing how eager his little boy was to be fucked, James lovingly grabbed Jimmy by the hips and pushed through. Jimmy's anus started to bloom almost immediately, and the hot turd that was pressing against it started to emerge. James' cock simply bullied its way around the massive log, smashing it and causing it to smear against the outside of Jimmy's hole as he gained entry.

The smell of hot boy poop was powerful as James buried his dick all the way up his son's horny rear end. Carrie leaned in and examined her son's fully stuffed rear end, taking note of the thick layer of shit that was already smeared around her husband's cock and in Jimmy's crevice. The stink was intense, and she knew that her son was enjoying it because as she peered over to look at his face, she could see a blissful smile that was growing deeper by the second.

"Does that feel nice, baby?" she asked, and Jimmy nodded with a serene grin, then James started to thrust in and out. Right away, Jimmy's moaning got more passionate and the smell of shit grew sharper as his daddy's cock packed the load deep in his rectum. Jimmy's bowel signal felt frantic as he accepted stroke after stroke of his father's prick, then his sphincter contracted and he sent a load of poop down his rectum that emerged with the sound of a hot, moist squelch. Carrie watched as her son's stool collected around the base of her husband's prick, then fell to a safe landing in Jimmy's underwear, which were still bunched around his thighs.

James fed his baby boy a full two minutes worth of cock thrusts before his climax started to take hold. Wanting to give his little boy the full experience he was after, the doting man pulled out of his son's clenching ass. James and Carrie both watched with a smile as Jimmy spun around, eager to wrap his lips around the massive, shit coated cock, and suck it clean. It was frosted with a thick layer of boy poop, and Jimmy was quick to slip his mouth over the end and run his lips all the way to the base. With his pert nose buried in his daddy's pubic mane, Jimmy felt the cock blast off in his mouth and moaned like a little harlot.

While he was still accepting James' load, the clever little boy reached down and pulled his underwear up, then he gave a firm push and expelled the remainder of his load into their seat. When his daddy's sperm was received and swallowed, the eager little scat lover formed an air tight seal around James' prick, then he used his lips to scrape the thick layer of shit directly into his mouth. He stood up straight and smiled up at his parents, his face and cheeks smeared with boy poop. When they smiled back, he opened wide to show off his brown mouthful. With a naughty expression, he sealed his lips and took his time, slowly smashing and chewing his treat while he reached back and began smearing the brown load that he had in his underwear.

"Is that good, buddy?" James asked, and Jimmy nodded up at him through a horny moan. With an approving smile, James kissed his wife and said, "It looks like our little boy got his way after all."

"He's so happy," Carrie gushed, and Jimmy sighed with contentment as he swallowed his mouthful. Seeing that her son's mouth was empty, she lovingly pulled the waistband of his underwear back and looked inside, then she said, "It's time to get you cleaned up, Jimmy. What should we do with this pant load?"

With that, the horny little guy licked his lips and moaned again, looking up at his mama with tortured eyes. Knowing exactly what he wanted, Carrie kissed him on the side of the head, then she carefully lowered his smeared, shit filled underwear. When he stepped out of them, she handed her husband the underwear and watched while he turned them inside out, exposing the massive pile that they were accommodating. Jimmy's smile was framed by the brown shit smears that were painting his face, but he still leaned forward and took a deep whiff of the load that was being presented to him. His little boner was standing straight up, pressed flat against his bald pubic bone while he smelled the pile with a dreamy smile.

Finally, James encouraged the naughty boy to open wide and treat himself to the load that was in his underwear. Jimmy eagerly obliged, taking a massive bite out of the pile, then chewing with a far away look on his face. While Jimmy was macerating his luscious mouthful, Carrie used her fingers to scrape the warm stool from between his butt cheeks. With his mouth still full, he smiled when his mama presented her poop covered digits to him, and anxiously licked them clean before he finished chewing and swallowing.

When his underwear were scraped as clean as they could be of his poop, Carrie went into her purse and pulled out wet wipes and a pair of clean underwear that she kept with her for this very reason. Over the years, it had become a regular practice for Jimmy to poop his pants at will, whether they were out shopping, at the movies, at an amusement park, or even visiting with relatives. So James and Carrie always left the house prepared.

Jimmy was holding his shit smeared underwear up to his nose and mouth, sniffing and sucking on them while Carrie wiped his ass for him. At her prompting, he stepped into his clean underwear, then his dirtied undies were taken away, much to his chagrin. He watched with a look of longing as James dropped his pooped underwear into a clear plastic bag, then he was dressed in his jeans. James held him on his lap while Carrie put his socks and shoes back on, then they wiped his shit smeared face clean.

"Take him out to the car, honey, and I'll go grab something from the gift shop," Carrie told her husband, who dutifully nodded. While his parents were talking, the clever little poop lover fetched the clear plastic bag containing his soiled underwear and kept it with him as they prepared to leave the bathroom. He held his arms up with a needy look, so James dutifully picked him up and carried him out of the bathroom while Carrie walked the other way.

Almost immediately, James spotted the clear ziplock baggie containing the underwear that his son had been changed out of and smiled knowingly.

"Give that to daddy," James encouraged him, and Jimmy acquiesced right away. Without blinking once, James carried his 12 year old son through the food court while holding Jimmy's soiled underwear for all to see. Adults and children alike were watching as Jimmy wrapped his legs around James' waist and rested his head on his daddy's shoulder. Jimmy examined their expressions, knowing that he was being exposed as a pants shitter to everyone in their path, and he loved it. As they walked through the mall, he heard another boy say, "It looks like he pooped in those underwear." Jimmy made eye contact with the boy and nodded to let him know that he was right, then they reached the exit and James took him back to the Yukon.

To Be Continued? Let me know.

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