Date: Tue, 5 Mar 2002 21:42:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Jeff Spencer <ecolio157h700@yahoo.com>
Subject: Meeting Timmy (M/b, raunch, oral, anal)

This story is completely fiction, about a sexual relationship between an
adult male and a young boy. It has graphic scenes of raunch, and oral/anal
sex. If it is illegal for you to be reading this, then don't read it. If
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Is there anybody else who pops a really hard woody from smelling the skid
marks in a young boy's underpants? Not those faint, light brown ones
either. I mean the really dark ones, with the boy's sweet shit caked onto
the surface, and ground into the cotton fibers, so that the aroma's just as
nice on the outside too. You know what I mean?

I was appointed assistant headmaster at an exclusive boys' school, just
after my graduation from the exclusive college the school is affiliated
with. You may think that showed I wasn't setting my sights very high, but
there's a place in high society for the educators of the young rich,
too. More than one way to the top, I think.

I'd just been married two months before, to my high school sweetheart. One
thing I'd noticed when we were fucking, I really liked smelling her ass.
Oh, I couldn't come right out and stick my nose up her butt, of course, but
when I was licking her pussy, I'd get plenty of whiffs of her other hole,
and she liked feeling my finger up her ass when I was eating her, so I
could smell that finger later on, like dessert.

So anyway, I was the assistant headmaster, which sometimes means "available
dickhead." It seems the laundress had decided to get herself knocked up,
and inevitably took some time off. So the headmaster decided that I could
1) cover in her absence and 2) learn the jobs of the people under me. There
I was, sorting out laundry for cleaning, when I ran across a pair of boy's
underpants, the white ones, you know, with the biggest skid marks I'd ever
seen. And right in the middle of the skid mark, there was a big, round
brown spot, like something had smeared this boy's crap.

On a whim, I tentatively brought his underpants up near my nose. The
fragrance was just like I remembered from when, as a boy, I used to smell
my own underpants. My cock immediately hardened and tented out my slacks. I
couldn't believe how good those dirty underpants smelled to me. I brought
the fabric right next to my nose, so that the thin layer of this anonymous
boy's dried shit was rubbing against the skin of my nose, and I inhaled
deeply. I thought I'd cum just from sniffing his beautiful perfume.

After inhaling, and almost hyperventilating, my tongue poked out to touch
at the crap on the cloth, and for the first time I tasted shit. It didn't
really taste like anything, but the thought of licking a young boy's
underpants sure gave me a thrill. I went over and locked the door, as I was
working alone and unlikely to be disturbed, but wasn`t about to take any
chances. I loosened my belt and top button, so that my pants fell down
around my ankles, and then took down my boxers until they were just under
my ass, freeing my cock for the release I wanted to give it NOW.

I put the boy's dirty underpants on my head, so that the brown-stained
inside (and I made SURE it was the inside, no second hand shit for me),
where the boy's rear end had nestled itself warmly, was right over my nose,
and while I sucked in his sweet perfume and licked at his shit, I began
stroking my fat cock. It didn't take more than a few strokes before I was
shooting the biggest load of my life. I caught the tail end of my cum in my
other hand, and before I thought about it, moved the underpants aside and
popped my wad of semen in my mouth. I savored its salty-sweet taste and,
deciding I liked it, swallowed.

I took the underpants off my head and inspected the waistband. The name
there, besides "Fruit of the Loom," was "Alcott, T.", written in permanent
marker. I knew Timmy Alcott, a quiet 12 year old in the 7th grade. As I
recalled him, he was about 4'8" tall, maybe 85 pounds, with deep blue eyes,
and wildly tousled dirty blonde hair, no matter how he tried to control
it. I recalled that he was doing quite well in classes, but didn't mix much
with the other boys. His parents were doing something or other for the
State Department, and I couldn't recall seeing them visit him.

As it happened, a few days later, Timmy was assigned by the headmaster to
assist me in the laundry. We got to talking about this and that, and began
to enjoy each other's company. Timmy told me of his life with parents in
the Diplomatic Corps, and of some of his adventures. After three days, he
no longer was required to help out, but chose to come down anyway. In the
course of our continuing discussions about life, Timmy happened to come
across a pair of his underpants, stained every bit as much as the pair I
came across. Timmy saw me looking at him, as he tried to hide them.

"Timmy, you don't have to be ashamed of skid marks in your pants. Every boy
gets them," I said. "Even me."

"Yeah, I know," Timmy said, "but still. Plus, sometimes, well, my butt
itches and I have to scratch my hole. It feels really nice and
sometime..."

"Sometimes?" I asked.

"Well, sometimes my finger..."

"Yes?" I said, somewhat impatiently.

"Uhh, smells good," Timmy finished. "PLEASE don't tell anyone, Mr. Jones,
PLEASE!"

"Timmy, you can call me Jeff. We're friends aren't we?" I asked.

"Yeah, I hoped so," he answered.

"Well, friends don't rat out friends," I said. "Besides..."

"Besides?" Timmy said.

"Besides, I like to smell that too," I replied. I couldn't believe the
smile that lit up his face on hearing that.

"Really, Jeff, really?" Timmy said, with a grin.

"Really," I said. "Would you like to play that way, today?" I asked him.
"It might make you feel really good."

"Yeah, I'd love to," Timmy replied, hopping up and down. I went over to the
door and locked it. I knew the headmaster was off campus, and no one else
was likely to come to the laundry room, so we'd have some time together.

I walked over to Timmy, who was wearing a t-shirt, jeans, sneakers, and
most likely, brown stained underpants.

"Will you let me show you how to play?" I asked him, looking into his
beautiful blue eyes.

"Please, Jeff," he whispered. "Play with me."

I gently brought my lips to his, to seal our agreement, and I found his
lips anxiously awaiting mine. Our lips touched, a first for me and no doubt
for him, too, but our lips touched each other familiarly, as though we were
old lovers. We kissed for a few minutes, our tongues tentatively
touching. Timmy giggled, but pressed closer. I broke off our kiss, then
said, "Do you trust me, Timmy?"

"Oh, yes Jeff, I do," he said breathlessly. "I'll do whatever you want."

"Then turn around, Timmy," I said. He obeyed, and I lifted up his t-shirt
over his head and off him. He stood before me, his smooth naked back
showing the remnants of his summer tan. I ran my fingers lightly over his
hairless back, and he shivered with pleasure. He lifted up his arms again,
mimicking his motion when I'd removed the shirt, and my fingers danced
around his front, caressing his thin chest and flat belly. His little
nipples were erect, and he giggled again when I touched them. They felt
good under my index fingers, so I strummed them a few times. Timmy looked
over his shoulder at me, and whispered, "Jeff, that feels SO nice. It makes
me tingle down here."

His hand clutched at his crotch, and I could see he was alternately
squeezing and relaxing his dick. My hand slipped down over his, and I said,
"Like this, Timmy?"

He sighed, and said, "Yeah, that feels really nice. Please touch me some
more, okay?" My hands went to his belt buckle. I unbuckled it, then
unbuttoned the top button of his jeans, slowly pulling down his zipper. I
could feel his 12 year old cock tenting out his whities, and brushed up
against the sensitive head of his dick. Timmy shuddered, and gasped, "Don't
stop, please keep touching me there! Rub me." I slipped my hand inside the
top of his underpants, and I could feel the velvety head of his cock. It
felt like his boy dick was about 5 inches long, though I was hardly any
judge.

I rubbed my index finger around on the cock head, and I could feel
wetness. Either he was generating pre-cum, or had peed himself a little. It
was hard to tell which, given his age. He had absolutely no hair at all at
the base of his cock or on his balls, and I found this very exciting. "Do
you still trust me, Timmy?" I said. "Is it okay to go on?"

"Oh, gosh, it feels nice every place you touch me. Yeah, do it, Jeff!" I
finished pulling down his jeans until they lay on the floor around his
ankles, and stepped back, looking at him. His underpants were a little
tight on him, common in a growing boy, and his ass cheeks were tightly
outlined by the cotton fabric. His ass cheeks were perfectly round, and
looked positively delicious to me. The only flaw was the set of vertical
brown streaks that I could see showing through from the inside of his
underpants.

I cupped his round, smooth cheeks in my hands, and Timmy backed up to feel
my hands closer on him. I put my hands gently on his boyish hips, and
slowly eased down the waistband of his underpants. The tops of his
hairless, white ass globes were revealed to me, the tan line very clear,
along with the dark cleft between them. As I eased the fabric down, more
and more of his mouth watering ass was unveiled, until Timmy's underpants
were turned inside out, and sat just below his ass cheeks on his thighs.

I brought my face to his underpants, and took a slow, steady full whiff of
his aroma. Intoxicating, heady, his shit stains were lovely to me. I pulled
the fabric out toward my mouth, so that I could lick his shit, and this
time I could taste Timmy's essence. Sweet, bitter, musky; I thought that
I'd shoot on the spot. I sucked on his underpants for a little while, then
eased them down, and he stepped out of his jeans and underpants. I gazed at
his beautiful young boy's body, then, and was overcome with a lust I'd
never felt before. Everything about him seemed perfection.

I put my hands on the globes of his sweet young ass, then slowly pulled
them apart to reveal what lay between. As beautiful as he had looked
before, the view between his ass cheeks was perfection. A tiny, pink
puckered hole, nestled between those warm white cheeks, accompanied by a
thin brownish glaze over the flesh of his cleft. Apparently, no one had
ever bothered to explain to Timmy how to wipe thoroughly, and that had been
the source of his constant skid marks.

"Timmy, I'm going to take care of you back here, then I'm going to show you
how to clean yourself, `kay?" I asked.

"Unnh," he said. "It feels so nice, you touching me," Timmy whispered. "You
can do anything you want to, Jeff."

I brought my face, then, to the moist hot valley between his cheeks. The
fragrance of his hot hole was like that from his underpants, only ten times
better. I couldn't get enough of him, and kept getting closer until my nose
was rubbing against his hot, moist skin. It was a natural enough movement
for my tongue to flick out against the chocolate stained parts of his ass,
where his boy shit had been incompletely removed by his previous trip to
the toilet. I began lapping him there, loving the taste of this hot boy's
rear end in my face. I wormed my tongue all around until I came to his
perfect, puckered anus.

I stiffened my tongue and, pressing it into the center of his 12 year old
anus, sunk my tongue as far up inside his tight rectum as I could. I could
hear Timmy groan far away above me, as his body jerked from the pleasure of
feeling my wet tongue fucking his ass. As my tongue retrieved little flecks
of his shit, fresh from his hot rectum, one of my hands went around his
hip, to gently grasp his penis, which was fully erect, and jerking
slightly. I slowly stroked his velvety cock skin with the tips of my
fingers. My other hand went between Timmy's legs, to lightly hold his ball
sack in my hand, and I kneaded it gently while jacking off his cock, and
licking his ass hole.

I could feel Timmy's hips moving around as his climax approached. I sped up
my stroking, and soon his young cock was jerking as his cum overwhelmed
him. My uncertainty as to what I had felt on the tip of his cock was
answered, as his creamy hot cum boiled out of the end of his dick, and ran
all into my hand, which was cupped there to catch it. I had remembered how
good it could taste. I swallowed him with gusto, and knew there would be
more soon.

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email me at ecolio157h700@yahoo.com.

Jeff