Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2008 17:08:11 -0800 (PST)
From: Toby Tyler <tobyt_yler@yahoo.com>
Subject: Poor Little Shit Boy Chapter 5

Poor Little Shit Boy

By

Toby Tyler

(MBb, incest, oral, piss, scat, puke, bd, submission)

The story is completely fiction. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal to
read it, then you will probably be struck blind, which is why you shouldn't
be reading it in the first place. If you enjoyed my story, you can check
out some of my other stories on Nifty: Seventh Grade Foot Slave, Fucked-Up
Kid, Brother Sucker and Urinal Boy. I'd love to hear from my readers. You
can email me at Tobyt_yler@yahoo.com, and please remember to mention the
title of the story in the subject line.

Poor Little Shit Boy

Chapter 5

Noah sat on Cody's bed with his arms crossed. "No. I'm not going to go
under that rim seat!" he insisted.

"Why not, Noah? You've licked my ass before and it didn't seem to bother
you. What's the problem?"

"I dunno. It just feels really really wrong. Like not normal. Like, when I
stick my tongue up there I wonder what people would think if they knew what
we were doing. I feel like a freak."

"But you get really hard when you lick my ass, don't you? I can tell it
turns you on."

"Well, yeah. But I know I shouldn't be doing it."

"Why?"

"I dunno. Cuz of germs and stuff, I guess. Like I worry I could get real
sick."

"That's silly. There's more germs in your mouth than in your ass. You have
a better chance of getting sick from kissing someone. C'mon, Noah, just try
it this once. Get under the rim seat and give me a good licking. You can
even use the poppers. It'll be so much fun!"

"I can't."

"It would really make me happy if you did it for me. Then I'd know that you
really love me."

"I do love you, Cody. I'm just not ready for this."

"Okay, fine. I won't push you. Let's watch a video. I got Cremaster 3 on
DVD."

***

Four boys were lined up in front of Miss Hirsch's English class. Cody Muck
was one of them. Noah was happy to find out that Cody was being transferred
to his class.

"Okay, everybody," Miss Hirsch explained, "by now you all probably heard
that Mr. Grady is um," she hesitated for a moment, looking for the right
words, "that Mr. Grady is uh, going away for a little while. So we decided
that instead of getting a substitute for the rest of the semester, it would
be easier if all his students were divided up among the other classes. We
have enough room, so it shouldn't be a problem. I'd like you all to welcome
Heathcliff, Ari, Cody and Naoki. Boys, you can just go and take any empty
seat."

Cody rushed to take the empty seat next to Noah.

"No, Cody. Actually, I've decided I want you to sit up front
here. Heathcliff, you take the seat next to Noah."

Rats! Noah thought. He should have known that Miss Hirsch would try to keep
them separated. Especially after his dramatic confession of love the week
before.

Heathcliff gave Cody a nasty look as he passed by and took the seat next to
Noah. Cody stuck out his tongue as he passed.

"Okay, is everybody settled in? I want you all to turn to page 176. We're
going to be doing Shakespeare's sonnets."

The entire class groaned.

"Hey guys, it could be a lot worse! Be thankful I'm not making you read The
Mill on the Floss! Look, I'm going to assign one sonnet to each of you. All
I'm asking is that for homework you memorize it and be prepared to recite
it tomorrow. I don't want you to just memorize it, though, I want you to
really think about the meaning of your sonnet so we can have some lively
discussion in class."

Miss Hirsch assigned the sonnets and dismissed the class.

Noah looked at his sonnet. These were the first lines:

Being your slave what should I do but tend Upon the hours, and times of
your desire?

Noah had worked hard to memorize the sonnet. He thought a lot about Cody as
he read it. Why had he refused to get under the rim seat like Cody had
asked him to? It was only fair, since Cody rimmed him all the time. He
realized his resistance to being under the rim seat had to do with the fact
that on some level it felt humiliating to have another boy make him do
those nasty things.

Yet deep down, mixed with the thought of being humiliated was a little
thrill. Noah definitely felt excited whenever Cody tried to make him do
something he was slightly resistant to, like the first time Cody told him
to lick his feet.

Cody had really been trying to get Noah to lick his ass more, but Noah was
always afraid to give the boy's hole any more than a few licks. Not that
the taste bothered him, but Noah's mind resisted the act because it just
seemed like such a dirty and nasty thing to do.

The more he thought about the meaning of the sonnet, Noah started to feel a
strong desire to make Cody happy, and he felt that he was beginning to
understand what Shakespeare was getting at. It really was a pleasure to
serve the one you love.

After reading the sonnet, Noah knew what he had to do. He thought to
himself, `I love Cody so much that I will do anything he asks me to. And if
that means sticking my tongue in his nasty butthole, then I've gotta do
it. Next time I go over his house, I'm going to get right under that rim
seat to show him how much I want to make him happy!'

The next day Miss Hirsch had the students stand up and read their sonnets
in class. Noah was nervous. He hated reading aloud.  Miss Hirsch called on
Cody first, since he was in the first seat in the first row.

"C'mon, Cody, stand up and read your sonnet! You've got an easy one!"

Cody stood up. "Um, Miss Hirsch?"

"Yes, Cody?"

"I'd like to, um, dedicate dis poime to the one I love." He looked at Noah
and smiled. Noah blushed, and the other boys giggled.

"How romantic of you, Cody."

"Okay, um, Shakespeare's Sonnet Number 18." Cody stood up, and this is what
he began to recite:

"Old Mother Geezer Went to the freezer To fetch her poor dog a bone.  But
when she bent over Rover drove her For the dog had a bone of his own!"

There was a moment of silence before the uproar. The entire class burst
into laughter and began pummeling Cody with wadded-up notebook
paper. Deshawn, who was sitting in the front row next to Cody, grabbed an
eraser from the chalkboard and began beating Cody over the head with
it. "Siddown, Stupid!" he laughed as the chalk dust flew everywhere.

Cody ran to the chalkboard and grabbed another eraser to retaliate. He
started smacking Deshawn with it and soon the two boys were covered with
chalk dust.

Miss Hirsch had to separate the two boys. "Stop it! Stop it!" she
yelled. "That's it, Deshawn! You're getting a detention!"

"Hey!" Deshawn protested. "What about Cody? Doesn't he get a detention,
too?"

"I'll deal with Cody as I see fit."

"That's not fair! You're afraid to give Cody a detention just because his
last name is Muck!"

Deshawn knew he was right. The teachers always let Cody get away with
murder.

"Now that's not true! You shouldn't have hit Cody with the eraser. That was
deserving of a detention." Miss Hirsch looked around for a moment until she
spotted an old piece of poster board on the shelf near the supply
closet. She took it and fashioned it into a cone. "I think Cody's childish
performance today is certainly deserving of at least a dunce cap," she said
as she stapled the cone together.

Miss Hirsch walked over to Cody's seat and plopped the dunce cap on his
head. His hair and face were still white from the chalk dust and now the
dunce cap made him look like a clown. "Cody, go stand in that corner over
there for the duration of the class."

"Thank you, Rachel," Cody said in a mocking tone as he took his place in
the corner. He looked quite pleased with himself.

"Why did you have to pull that stupid stunt?" Noah scolded Cody after
class. "And why did you have to bring me into it? `I dedicate dis poime to
the one I love.' Sheesh!"

"It wasn't a stupid stunt," Cody insisted. "It was a happening. An
impromptu performance piece. I got the whole event documented on my camera
phone."

***

"I downloaded some videos. We'll watch `em and you'll understand what I'm
talking about."

"Cody, you keep getting weirder and weirder. And more disgusting every
day."

"Just watch." Cody opened a video on his laptop. He hadn't bothered hooking
up the laptop to the plasma TV, so the two boys huddled close together on
the bed, watching the video. Cody watched Noah's facial expression change
from disgust to fascination as the video progressed.

"Oh my God, that's so freaky!" Noah exclaimed.

"That's what I want you to do to me," Cody explained. "I want you to shit
in my mouth like that."

"And you're gonna eat it like that guy just did?"

"Yeah. I'd like to, anyway."

"This is so weird to watch," Noah admitted.  "Maybe I'd like watching this
more if the guys were, like, younger and cuter. I mean, what's up with the
guy with the cigar? And that dude with the executioner's hood? Why do they
dress like that? That's just so weird!"

"Yeah," Cody admitted. "These guys are kinda creepy. Wouldn't it be cool if
there was like a video of kids like our age doin' this sorta stuff?"

"Don't even think about it, Cody!"

"Okay, okay! I'm not gonna film us! Not yet, anyway. Today I want you to
get under the rim seat and, you know, kind of get a taste for kissing my
ass. You know, just get used to being under there. It's so hot, I just know
you're gonna love it once you get over your, uh, inhibitions. Then maybe
later, if you gotta take a shit you can feed me."

"Okay, I'll do it."

Cody shut down the laptop and guided Noah to the bathroom, where he had the
rim seat set up with a pillow underneath it. Noah looked very concerned.

"Gee, Noah, you could be a little more cheerful about it. It's a rim chair,
not an electric chair. We're just trying to have some fun."

"I still feel weird about it." Noah said as he crawled under the rim
seat. He looked up at Cody through the hole in the seat. "Gosh, I do feel
like a toilet!" he said.

"That's the idea." Cody got down on the floor and unzipped Noah's fly. He
began pulling the boy's jeans and underwear down. Then he started teasing
Noah's cock with his tongue. "You're gonna get really hard when you get
your tongue in my ass, I can promise you that!"

"It is kind of, exciting," Noah admitted.

Cody then stood up and took his own shorts and underwear off. He bent over
and looked at Noah through the toilet seat. Then he picked his nose and
offered a booger to Noah. "This is to get ya warmed up," Cody said. Noah
licked the booger off of Cody's finger. Then Cody put his face even closer
to Noah's. "Open up," Cody instructed. Noah did what he was told. Cody spat
in the boy's mouth.

"Ugh!" Noah groaned.

"Wassa matter? Ya don't like my spit?"

"Nasty!"

"What's the big deal? Same as when I kiss you."

"Yeah, but that's different. That's all romantic and stuff. This is just
nasty, and it's kinda insulting."

"Oh, come on! It doesn't turn you on at all?"

"Well, maybe a little. You wanna try it again?"

"Sure." Cody spat into Noah's mouth. Noah savored the taste and texture of
his friend's saliva on his tongue before he swallowed it. As he was
swallowing, Cody spat on his face again.

"Hey! I wasn't ready for that one!"

"Leave it there. I like to see it dripping on your face."

Noah wasn't quite sure what he was getting into. He had dreamed of meeting
that special boy – the boy that he could hold hands with, take long
walks in the woods with, share secrets with, stealing kisses behind the
school when nobody was looking. Instead, he ended up falling in love with
the most twisted boy in school.

"I'm gonna get on the rim seat now, you ready?"

"I guess."

When Cody sat on the rim seat, Noah felt slightly overwhelmed. When he had
licked Cody's ass before, it was totally different because he could always
get away from it. Now Cody's pink hole was spread out an inch away from
Noah's nose, and he felt trapped. He could smell the faint odor of shit and
sweat, and he could see every detail of the ridges of Cody's sphincter. He
could also see that Cody hadn't wiped himself very well.

"Jeez, Cody, you coulda wiped your butt a little better before you sat on
my face!" Noah groaned.

"That's what I got you for!" Cody laughed. "So start wiping!"

Noah groaned again. He had promised Cody he would do this, so he might as
well do what Cody wanted for a few minutes. He could always wash his mouth
out with Listerine afterwards, he figured.

Tentatively, Noah began to lick the cleanest part of Cody's asscrack,
slowly moving down to the hole. It tasted sweaty-salty. The salty taste of
Cody's sweat was starting to get Noah hard. Then he bravely let his tongue
pass over into a dirtier part, the side of the ass near the cheek. The area
was moist; the shit smear mixed with sweat had a pasty consistency.

Noah's first taste of Cody's shitty ass was not unpleasant. He had, while
masturbating once, stuck his finger in his ass and tasted it. Slightly
bitter, but not awful. Cody's shit tasted like that.

"Don't worry too much about licking right now," Cody instructed. Just sniff
it a bit. How's that?"

"Okay." Noah sniffed Cody's ass smell. He found the mild smell of the shit
was kind of pleasant, kind of like the smell of the skidmarks on his own
underwear, which was more subtle than the smell of fresh shit when he went
to the toilet.

"Now kiss my ass!" Cody insisted. Noah obeyed, planting small kisses around
Cody's asscrack, slowly moving towards the hole.

"Now kiss my fuckin' hole!" Cody demanded. Noah took a deep breath and
hesitantly planted a kiss right on Cody's puckered hole. It was at that
point that Noah's cock sprang to attention.

I can't believe I'm doing this, Noah thought to himself. This is so gross,
but why am I so hard? Do I really LIKE this kind of thing? He wondered. It
felt so wrong, but so right. Noah secretly liked the feeling of being stuck
under the chair, being made to lick Cody's ass and like it. He also noticed
that it didn't start to get fun until Cody started ordering him
around. There was something thrilling about pretending to be made to do
something so nasty, even though Noah had gone under the rim seat willingly.

Noah continued to kiss Cody's hole. He had just crossed the threshhold of
his own disgust, and now he was starting to get comfortable with licking
Cody's ass. He stuck his tongue out and began teasing the little pucker
with it. Cody moaned with pleasure.

"Now you're gettin' the idea!" Cody laughed. "Stick your tongue up there
now!"

Noah poked his tongue into his boyfriend's asshole. The sphincter was
tight, and Noah couldn't get his tongue in very far. Then he felt a gentle
squeezing around the tip of his tongue as Cody's hole tightened around
it. This got Noah even more excited, and he began to jack himself off.

Cody handed him the open bottle of poppers. Noah was too busy with his
tongue in the hole to see Cody's hand holding the poppers. Cody nudged his
shoulder.

"That stuff's just gonna make me dizzy again," Noah said, rejecting the
bottle.

"You sure? Just give it a sniff."

"Oh, allright. Give it to me," Noah took the bottle from Cody's hand. Since
he was lying down, it was awkward to sniff from the bottle, so he shifted
position and tilted his head up a bit. He accidentally got a stronger dose
than he had expected. Cody took the bottle back from Noah's hand.

It was like Noah had seen his life flash before his eyes. He felt like he
was falling in space, and his heart was beating wildly. The first thing he
felt was an overwhelming sense of guilt, he saw the faces of his parents,
of Ralph, Diego and Deshawn looking at him with disapproval. What the fuck
am I doing? Noah thought to himself. The first hit of the poppers made him
panicked. He had never experienced a rush like that.

Then the panic subsided, and Noah felt a second rush of tingling energy
throughout his body. All of a sudden, everything else in the world
disappeared. All that was left was his tongue and Cody's ass. Cody's
ass. There it was. Waiting for him. Noah was overwhelmed. Noah felt
thoughts running obsessively through his mind. Cody's ass. Must lick Cody's
ass. Must love Cody's ass. Noah reached up and spread Cody's ass cheeks
with his hands and began hungrily devouring Cody's smelly hole. For a
moment, Noah knew what heaven felt like.

"How ya doin' there, Champ?" Cody asked.

"Oh fuck!" Noah groaned. Now he understood what Cody had been going through
when he had taken the poppers when Noah was on the rim seat. "Oh fuck! I
love your ass! I want you to sit on my face every day!"

"Sounds like you're really digging those poppers!" Cody laughed.

"I'm a dirty boy! I'm a dirty boy! Oh fuck!"

Cody laughed even more when Noah said that. The boy under the rim seat
sounded completely demented.

"Sounds like you need some more poppers. Here ya go."

Noah greedily inhaled the fumes and returned to licking Cody's ass.  That's
when Cody farted. The blast took Noah by surprise. He moaned again.

"You like that? You like sniffing my farts?"

"Yeah, keep farting! Please!"

Cody tried to fart, but nothing came. His asshole was puckered up and
starting to push out into a little bud. Noah, intoxicated by the poppers,
instinctively wrapped his lips around the little bud and began sucking the
whole pucker into his mouth. He dug his tonuge deep inside and was starting
to taste even more shit in Cody's warm, soft anus.

"Ooh, Noah, that's awesome! That feels so good! Keep doing that!"

"I'm a dirty boy, oh fuck I'm a dirty boy!"

"That's what I like to hear."

As Noah slid his tongue in deeper, he felt a hard mass inside Cody's
chute. The pasty shit began to dissolve on Noah's tongue. At this point the
effect of the poppers was beginning to subside and Noah felt a slight
headache.

"Hey Cody?"

"Yeah?"

"I ub, I found a turd up there."

"Well what'd you expect to find, Fudgie the Whale?" Cody laughed.

"I could feel it against my tongue when I was up in there."

"So what do you want me to do? Do you want me to get off and shit in the
toilet, or do you want me to do it in your mouth?"

There was a long pause.  "I dunno," Noah replied, sounding very unsure of
himself.

Cody handed Noah the bottle of poppers. "Here, have some more. I'm gonna
ask you that question again after you had a good strong hit of this stuff."

Cody waited until after he heard Noah's deep inhalation, then he posed the
question again. "Noah, do you want me to shit in your mouth or not?"

"Oh yes, oh God yes! Give it to me now!"

"You asked for it!" Cody began pushing the turd out into Noah's waiting
mouth. Noah eagerly wrapped his lips around Cody's distended anus. The
poppers had sent him reeling and he almost lost his mind when he felt the
hard end of the turd passing his lips. Noah felt like a wild, feral animal
in heat as he greedily sucked the small turd out of Cody's hole. He closed
his lips around it and tried to swallow.

But he couldn't. At that moment, the effect of the poppers had subsided and
Noah was left with a small headache and the sickening realization that he
had a piece of shit in his mouth. Immediately he began to retch and
struggled to get out from under the rim seat.

"Aargh!" Noah heaved and sputtered, and then hurled a thin stream of vomit
onto the bathroom floor.  He sat on the floor, holding his throbbing head
in his hands. His face was pale and he looked up at Cody with fright in his
eyes. What the hell am I doing, he wondered to himself. What had just
happened to him?

"Oh God, Cody, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make a mess!"

Cody, still sitting on the rim seat, patted Noah on the head. "Don't worry
about it. It always happens the first few times. That's why I decided we
should do it in the bathroom."

"Whaddya mean the first few times? You've done this before?"

"Uh, no. I mean, I read that always happens the first few times. Well, I
guess that's enough sexual experimentation for today. I'm gonna clean this
mess up."

"Let me help," Noah said, reaching for some toilet paper.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it." Cody got off of the rim seat, zipped
up his pants and then got on his knees near the small puddle of vomit. He
then stuck his face in the puddle and began to lick it up. Noah just stood
there and watched Cody licking his puke off of the floor, feeling
numb. There wasn't much more that Cody could do to shock him at that point.

"Hey Noah?"

"Yeah?"

"What happened to the shit? Did you swallow it?"

"I don't think so. I puked it out."

"Then where is it?"

"You don't see it anywhere?"

"No. I'll bet you actually got it down. It's probably still in your stomach
right now. You're not gonna puke again, are you?"

"I don't think so. Do you mind if I go home early today?"

"That's fine. You okay? I mean, you're not freaked out by this, are you?"

"I'm okay. I can handle it. I just need to go home and kinda sort some
stuff out in my head."

***

Noah came home to find his parents arguing in the living room, which seemed
unusually empty.

"Hal, how the hell could you let them repossess the living room
set?"Mrs. Underwood demanded. "Nobody repossesses furniture!"

"Well, what the fuck was I supposed to do?"

"I don't know. Not let them in, maybe? Lock the doors? Ever think of that?"
Just then she noticed Noah standing in the doorway. "Noah, honey, what's
wrong?"

"What happened to the furniture?"

"Don't change the subject, Noah. What's the matter?"

"Nothin'."  Noah hated the way his mother could always tell that something
was bothering him, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

"Noah, I'm your mother. I know when something's wrong. Now what happened
over at Cody's house?"

"I told ya. Nothin' happened. What happened to the furniture?"

"Your father let them take it away."

"I don't feel so good. I'm gonna go up to my room."

"Okay. Just let me know whenever you feel like talking about it."

Shortly after Noah got to his room, Cody called him.

"Noah, are you okay?" he asked. He sounded very concerned.

"Yeah, I'm okay."

"You're not mad at me, are you? It's not like I made you do that or
anything."

"No, but I do feel a little weird about it. Maybe it would be best if we
kinda didn't see each other for a while."

Cody sounded very sad. "Okay, I understand. Well, I guess I'll see you in
class tomorrow. Good night, Noah."

Noah was distraught. He had done a very disgusting thing, and what was
worse, he enjoyed it. At least, he liked it up until the point where he had
to vomit.

He undressed and went to bed early. His mind was a jumble of thoughts. He
couldn't sleep. He decided to jerk off, hoping that would put him to
sleep. He grabbed one of Cody's sneakers and began to sniff it to arouse
himself. As he began stroking his dick, he found himself thinking back to
how it felt to be under the rim seat with Cody's sweaty, dirty ass pressed
against his face. When he thought about what he had just been doing an hour
ago he felt a mixture of disgust and heightened arousal and quickly brought
himself to the most intense orgasm of his young life. He felt something
sticky on his belly.

Noah had just shot his first load of cum.

To Be Continued