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

From Chapter Eight:

While he was still under the spell of his climax, the man added to his pleasure by pinching the third loaf off into his mouth. The men watched with amazement as the hungry little turd burglar chewed and swallowed his mouthful with a blissful smile, then they took turns letting him lick their asses clean.

When the horny 12 year old was finished making a little pig of himself, James pulled him up at the hips and yanked his shitty briefs down. Jimmy smiled over his shoulder as he received his daddy's prick with a moan, then James fucked a fast, frantic load into his ass while the others watched and waited for their turn.

Chapter Nine: Like Father Like Son

When his four feeders left, Jimmy was in an orgasmic haze. He was covered from head to toe in shit smears and he still had a considerable amount of shit caked to the roof of his mouth, the surface of his tongue and the lining of his cheeks. His hair was matted with fresh shit and there were brown swirls painted on his torso. His ass was smeared with the pantload he'd produced earlier and even his thighs were sporting brown, boy sized handprints from resting his palms on his thighs while he opened wide for feeding after luscious feeding.

After James fucked him, he stepped to the side and three of the men took a turn in his ass. The forth man, the youngest of the group, had jerked himself off while Jimmy was being fucked. While Jimmy was taking deep strokes of hard dick, the man stepped up to him and blew his load all over the boy's back. The gay youngster was in a state of sheer depravity as he luxuriated in the rigid cock strokes he was accepting while at the same time, still tasting and smelling shit.

When the action was over, James soothed his boy by holding him close. Seeing that his son still had a mouthful of thick shit, the man planted a deep, tongue filled kiss on Jimmy's mouth. As they shared their shit filled kiss, James used his fingers to scrape the heaped up shit out of Jimmy's ass crack, then he broke their kiss and licked his fingers clean. As a final act of enjoyment between father and son, James lowered Jimmy's shit caked briefs and turned them inside out, then they shared the remainder of the boy's poop load until there was nothing left but stubborn stains.

Finally, he started the shower and they got in. The doting father washed his boy from head to toe, then washed himself off. He leaned in and took a whiff of Jimmy, noting that the smell of shit was still pouring off of the boy, so he washed him one more time before they got out of the tub. While they were drying off, Jimmy looked over at the toilet and felt another surge of jealousy. He pouted for a moment, then he spotted his undies on the floor and looked longingly at his shitty briefs. James couldn't deny his boy, so he lovingly eased them into Jimmy's mouth and sent the boy on his way while he cleaned up the shit smears and the piss puddle left over from Jimmy's feeding.

Carrie was sitting at the table when Jimmy wandered out of the bathroom with his shitty underwear hanging from his lips. Her eyes lit up when she spotted her naked little boy, who was sporting a tiny erection.

"Did you take a shower with daddy?" Carrie asked as her damp headed son meandered into the kitchen and made a beeline for her chair. Jimmy's hair was laying flat on one side of his head, but pressed into the other side, held in place by the moisture still trapped in his brunette strands. Nodding his answer with a sweet smile, the cute boy wrapped his short, skinny arms around her neck and rested his head on her shoulder for some affection while a trickle of shower water dripped down his right cheek. Giving in to her son's silent request, the loving mother reciprocated by hugging the little boy tightly and rubbing his warm, bare back.

"What's on your mind, Jimmy?" she asked as she wiped the wet trail from his face, and he whined a little before taking a seat on her thigh and letting his crap smeared briefs fall from his mouth.

"I wish we didn't have a toilet," he complained, then he let his eyes travel to the plate of food that was sitting on the table. "And I'm not hungry."

"I see," she said, reaching over and pulling a plate of food in front of her so she could feed him bites. "You're awful cranky this evening, baby. Didn't you have some special time with daddy?"

"I did at first, but now I'm mad because I hate the toilet," the youngster grumped, pouting and crossing his arms while his mom used the spoon to scoop up a bite of refried beans and bring it to his mouth. "Can't we get rid of it, mommy?"

"If we get rid of the toilet, what's mommy going to do?" she asked, a note of amusement in her voice. "I know you enjoy being the little toilet, honey, but where's mommy supposed to go potty?"

"Can't you just hold it?" Jimmy asked with a pout, prompting his mama to kiss him on the cheek and offer him another bite of beans.

Jimmy's contentious relationship with the toilet started when he was 3 years old. His parents had resolved to toilet train him, but he wanted nothing to do with the process. Instead, he defiantly resisted their efforts, instead opting to continue shitting and pissing his pants. When they bought him big boy underwear, he promptly squatted in his favorite corner and took a nice, relaxing shit in them.

When they dressed him in a pair of pants for the first day of kindergarten, he pissed in them with a naughty pout. When he was six, they took the training wheels off his bike and watched him pedal off, only to return 10 minutes later with a load weighing down the seat of his blue corduroy pants. When he turned eight, they threw his birthday party at Chuck E Cheese with a gaggle of his classmates. Halfway through the party, he demanded that Carrie and James take him to the bathroom so they could watch him shit his britches and change him.

So it was no surprise to James and Carrie that their son ended up with a scat fetish. When he was nine, he started smearing his loads by taking some of it out of his pants and painting his face and clothes. By the time he was ten, it wasn't uncommon for the naughty little pants shitter to give himself full brown facials with his shit filled underwear once his parents took them down. If he happened to get some in his mouth, he was undaunted and carried on as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

Not long after he turned 11, he reached into the seat of his trousers and pulled a handful of his after school pantload out. With his parents watching him curiously, Jimmy crammed it into his mouth with a moan. >From that point forward, they knew that their son's relationship with the toilet would never be smooth. Because he saw the toilet as his adversary. He was the toilet, and he wanted to be used that way. At least by his daddy. And the cute boys he went to school with. And perhaps a group of strangers at the park.

Of course, there was another reason that James and Carrie weren't very surprised when their only child turned out to have a scat fetish. Jimmy's cousin Tanner, just three years older than Jimmy, also grew up with a severe scat fetish. And Jimmy's younger cousin Kyle, only 11 years old, had developed an insatiable appetite for scat.

It was no coincidence to James and Carrie, or to anyone else in the family, that all three boys were so enamored with shit. Growing up, James had a proclivity for enjoying scat and couldn't hide his cravings from his parents, or his big brothers. As the youngest child in the Smith household, he was spoiled rotten by everyone, and doted on heavily. This also came with a lack of privacy, which made it impossible for him to hide his brown fetish when it began to emerge.

When he was a little boy, it was nothing for the cute brunette to produce three massive pant loads a day. And he would inevitably smear those loads and ultimately, eat them. And when he wasn't eating his own boy shit, he was recruiting his daddy and his big brothers to squat over his opened mouth and treat him to a brown feeding. He was so lovable and cute that there was no denying his request. Soon the matriarch Mrs. Smith came to accept that her house was going to smell like shit all the time unless she facilitated her son's needs with a "special area" of the house where brown play was permitted.

When James started college, he met Carrie and they fell in love. And it didn't take the cute twink very long to show his new companion how to enjoy shit and piss. After college they got married, and nine months later, Jimmy was born.

At 7pm Jimmy was in his room, still nursing on his shitty briefs. James popped his head in the door and saw that his little guy was laying in his bed, enjoying the stink and flavor with a spellbound smile on his face and decided to let him be. His wife was in the kitchen cooking dinner so he settled on the couch and turned the TV on. Moments later, he heard a car pull into the driveway behind Carrie's SUV so he got up to investigate. As soon as he opened the front door, a big grin spread out across his face.

"Hi dad," James said with an affectionate smile, wrapping his arms around his dad and giving him a warm hug.

"Hey buddy," Thomas Smith said, giving his youngest son a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I missed you this week."

"I missed you too," James said with a childlike inflection in his tone.

"Where's Jimmy?" the man asked as they came inside and closed the door behind them.

"He's in his room with a pair of crap smeared undies in his mouth," James reported, then the men shared a chuckle. "He's going to be so happy to see you."

With that, the men held hands and walked to the kitchen, where Carrie was working at the stove. Her eyes lit up when she saw her father in law walking hand in hand with her husband, and she immediately put her spatula down to give him a hug.

"Hi sweetie," Thomas said with a warm inflection.

Giving him a kiss on the cheek, she asked, "Are you staying for supper?"

"I'd love to but Helen would kill me if I did," he said with a wry smile, peering over at the stove to see what she was cooking. "It smells lovely, though."

"Well if you change your mind, you're always welcome to eat with us," she said, then they released their hug and James walked with his dad up to Jimmy's room. The little boy was still prostrate in his bed, grinning hard around his shitty briefs and taking deep whiffs of the naughty aroma that was pouring into his nose. James let go of his dad's hand and went into the room so he could sit on the edge of Jimmy's bed, then he leaned in and planted a kiss on his son's cheek.

"Hey kiddo, daddy has a surprise for you."

With that, he helped Jimmy sit up and Thomas grinned at him from his bedroom door.

Jimmy let out a gasp and let the underwear fall from his mouth as he exclaimed, "Grandpa!"

He was out of his bed in a flash and ran to the doorway, where Thomas knelt down to greet the cute 12 year old with a hug. In an instant, Jimmy was swallowed up with a big hug and his feet left the floor as his grandfather hoisted him up.

"How's my baby boy doing?"

"Good," Jimmy sighed, his voice angelic as he nuzzled his cheek into Thomas' beefy shoulder.

"Daddy tells me you've been a busy little toilet," the man said, giving Jimmy a sniff and a knowing smile. "Grandpa has a full shit load to unleash and needs a hungry toilet. What do you think we should do about that, Jimmy?"

"You should poop in my mouth," Jimmy said, smiling brownly at his grandpa, then over at his daddy who was still sitting on the bed.

"I heard you've been eating shit loads all day," Thomas said. Jimmy nodded, so Thomas asked him, "Do you think you can handle one of grandpa's loads?"

"Uh huh," Jimmy said, his voice filled with desire. Then with a naughty inflection in his tone, he reported, "I almost said the "s" word today."

"Oh yeah?" the man said with a hint of amusement in his voice. When Jimmy nodded with a mischievous grin, the man winked at him and said, "You're in a naughty mood today, aren't you?"

"I'm really hungry for poop," Jimmy said, and his grandpa gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Then let's get you fixed up, baby boy," Thomas said, watching as James stood up from the bed and accompanied them to the bathroom. As they walked out of Jimmy's room, Thomas wrapped his arm around his son with a protective squeeze, holding him close as they walked down the hallway. When they got to the bathroom, the doting man turned the light on, then lovingly ushered James through the door before following behind him with Jimmy still in his arms.

"You ready for a healthy pile of turds, Jimmy?" Thomas asked, and Jimmy nodded. Turning to James, the man asked, "How about you, baby boy? You hungry for a pile of daddy's fudge?"

With a boyish inflection and a sweet smile, James answered, "Yes, daddy."

Thomas gushed and planted a kiss on his son's forehead, then he put Jimmy down and got undressed. James took a seat on the edge of the tub and patted his lap for Jimmy to sit with him. Both father and son watched with excited eyes as Thomas hung his ass out over them and prepared to feed them. James wrapped his arms around Jimmy's heaving torso and kissed his baby boy on the head, then he said, "You get to go first, little one."

"Thanks, daddy," Jimmy said with a sweet smile, then he watched with animated eyes as his grandpa's asshole started to expand and a constant hiss of escaping gas poured into his ears. A split second later, the bulbous head of a massive turd crowned through Thomas' sphincter and emerged with a moist, swift crackle. Jimmy got right under it as it emerged, positioning his opened, watering mouth so it was in the perfect spot to receive the large turd. He let loose with a hungry moan as it filled his turd repository with ease, crackling loudly and taking the shape of a horseshoe before it pinched off.

"Mmm!" Jimmy moaned with sparkling eyes as he tried to seal his lips around the jumbo sized turd that had invaded his mouth. As the stink raged all around him, Jimmy's little boner let out several shots of piss while he used his tongue to gauge the sheer volume of his brown treat. When he realized how much shit had been pushed into his toilet mouth, he used his tongue to smash the bulbous log while his little body exploded with a powerful anal orgasm. Sensing his little boy's ecstasy, James lovingly rubbed his back and caressed his bulging cheek while the little guy navigated his treat.

"Is that good, baby?" James asked, and Jimmy nodded with a euphoric smile. "My little toilet looks so happy right now."

With his mouth still crammed tight with his grandpa's shit load, Jimmy gave his daddy an enchanted smile and managed to moan, "Mmhmm."

"Take your time and enjoy that load, son," James told him, still rubbing his back, then he rested his chin on top of Jimmy's head and gazed up at his dad with needy eyes. Thomas looked down at his son and smiled warmly, knowing what he needed. So with a paternal glow radiating off of him, the man squatted over James' opened, ready mouth and released another trophy sized turd. It was a long, solid turd that had almost no give to it as it slid down his rectum and into his son's experienced mouth. James was in a state of absolute bliss as he received his daddy's gift with a moan, loving how he had to put extra effort into breaking the turd up as it bullied its way into his toilet mouth.

"Such a good boy," Thomas praised his son as he watched James use two fingertips to cram the turd the rest of the way into his mouth. "You needed daddy to drop in and take care of your turd repository, didn't you buddy?"

James felt like he was 11 years old again as he nodded up at his daddy with an elated gaze. His head was spinning and his dick was on fire as he navigated his daddy's man size log while he held his little boy close. The stink and flavor of his daddy's shit logs reminded him that no matter how old he got, he was still Thomas' little boy and always would be. And even though he had his own family, he would forever be his daddy's toilet.

Likewise, while James and Jimmy were enjoying their mouthfuls, Thomas felt a powerful swell of love and affection in his heart for both of them. He wanted to show them how much he cared about them, so while they were still navigating their shit piles, he indiscriminately squatted over them both and unleashed the last of his load. With the sound of a loud, moist fart, he treated his son and grandson to a luscious pile of soft shit that dropped onto their faces and splattered in their hair. Jimmy caught as much of it as he could with his hands while James scraped the brown love potion away from his son's face, then the pair shared it with decadent smiles while Thomas watched with an affectionate smile.

When their mouthfuls were down, James and Jimmy took to Thomas' ass and licked it clean. James made sure that his son got to lick as much of the thick shit away from his grandpa's ass as he wanted, then he came behind him and used his tongue to lick it clean. When the final smear was licked up by the greedy pair, Jimmy and his daddy fell into a deep, shit filled kiss while Thomas pissed all over them.

With his bladder empty, Thomas shook off and watched as Jimmy held onto the sink and presented his rear end to James for fucking. James slipped his rod up Jimmy's tight ass and fucked a furious orgasm out of him, then pulled out without cumming. He helped his baby boy steady himself, then had him sit on the edge of the tub so he could recover from his anal orgasm.

When Jimmy was seated comfortably, James gave his daddy a needy gaze. His eyes were trained on Thomas' big dick and he let out a soft, boyish moan that translated his desires. With his ass on fire, James bent over and held onto the bathroom sink while he presented his ass for servicing.

Thomas slid his prick up James' ass and fed his baby boy deep strokes that made him moan submissively. And while Jimmy watched, his daddy's pole fired off several shots of cum that hit the bathroom floor before Thomas buried his fuck stick up James' ass and bred it. When he pulled out, James and Jimmy sucked the old man's prick clean with needy moans while he petted their shit smeared faces. When his dick was clean of all traces of cum, he got dressed and went home while James and Jimmy purred with contentment on the bathroom floor.

To Be Continued? Let me know.

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