Date: Tue, 02 Aug 2022 02:32:02 +0000
From: linden-doug <linden-doug@proton.me>
Subject: Scotty and Mike 3

Scotty and Mike Ð 3

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      It was late September, and school had already started for Scotty. He
did well enough in school, I gathered, but like all kids he never really
wanted to go back in the fall. So, Bailey, his stepdad, promised him a trip
to a water park about an hour's drive up the interstate, and they included
me. He told me to come over to their house on the day they were going, and
we'd all leave from there. And the day of, Bailey called and invited me
over early for a cup of coffee.

      Now, I thought it was odd, since Bailey and I had never socialized
outside of family gatherings, but I went. I was curious. And I couldn't say
no to some alone time with Bailey. He had been a lifeguard at Bondi Beach
in Australia, but that was years before and I guess he hadn't quite kept up
with his lifeguard workouts. But he was still a handsome enough guy and was
on his way to becoming a red hot, all-American DILF. And I mean "red" as in
ginger. Gorgeous head of red hair, usually tousled, the curls hanging over
his forehead and tendrils of it down the back of his neck. Green eyes that
looked a little sad sometimes, or as if they held a secret. Great
smile. Dimple in the chin. And freckles! Dusted over his nose and cheeks
and, as I would later discover, on his shoulders and back. He worked a desk
job, but when he was home he was strictly in jeans or shorts, a T-shirt or
a hoodie, scruffy red stubble on his chin. A pretty youthful look, if you
ask me, for someone pushing 40, but somehow he made it work. And that
Australian accent was just the cherry on the gingerbread.

      I got to the house around 9:30 that morning. Bailey and I sat on the
deck in back, drinking the coffee he'd made. Eileen was still asleep, as
was Scotty, but Bailey said he wanted to hit the road no later than 10:00
am, and he'd go upstairs and wake the scamp up if need be. Meanwhile, we
sat there, sipping coffee. Awkward pauses between bits of awkward
conversation, though it was always a pleasure to listen to him speaking
with that Aussie accent. Finally, Bailey said "Scott was the one who asked
if you could come along. He really likes you, y'know."

      I smiled "Really? Nice. He's quite a kid."

      Bailey stared out over the yard, took a sip of coffee and said,
"Yeah, he certainly is, isn't he?"

      Another awkward pause which I filled with "I like him, too."

      "Yeh, mate, I know you do," Bailey said. I looked over at him to find
him looking directly at me with a sly smile on his face. "I know you do."
Then he winked and I knew the jig was, once again, up.

      "Has he told youÑ?" I began.

      "Yeh, little ankle biter couldn't help himself. Once I found out
about him. Faced him with the evidence, so to say."

      "What evidence? What d'you mean?"

      "A while back I found something under his pillow I
found... interesting. If you know what I mean."

      "How would I know what you mean?"

      "Good point." Bailey shifted in his chair to turn more toward me. "A
couple plastic baggies, y'know, the ones that zip? Guess what was in `em."
He didn't wait for my guess. "Underwear," he said. "Specifically, a pair of
my dirty Calvins, and a pair of Fruit of the Loom Y-fronts. Belonging, I
found out, to his mate Eric. Full of piss stains, cum crust, and the seat
all brown and streaky. Like mine, pretty much. I guess little Scott thought
he could keep the smell going if he sealed `em up."

      I think my lack of response Ð or stunned silence Ñ prompted him
to go on.

      It was on a Saturday morning and Scotty was off at soccer practice,
and Eileen had asked Bailey to help with some chores. She delegated him to
change Scotty's bed and clean the bathtub, or some such. So, he went into
the boy's room with clean sheets, and as he began to strip the bed, the
aforementioned Ziploc bags slid onto the floor. At first Bailey was
puzzled, then thought maybe Scott had been embarrassed about the
stains... until he realized these weren't Scotty's little boy
underpants. One he recognized as his own, the dirty Calvins. The other he
wasn't sure of. He, Bailey, certainly didn't wear Fruit of the Looms. It
puzzled him at first, then he was intrigued, and finally he was beginning
to feel a bit turned on.

      "I always thought the little bugger was cute as fuck," Bailey told
me. "I mean I always had good luck with the ladies. But a couple years ago
I got in touch with my queer-- my perv side. Never did anything about it,
mind. It was all up here." He tapped his forehead. "But then I started
wondering: is this boy a dirty little queer boy? Like his stepdad?" Bailey
flashed a wicked grin which verged on dazzling. "So, now I'm curious,
right? Decided to get my hands on a pair of the kid's little Star Wars
underpants, just to see what was so... hot about dirty skivvies, if you get
my meaning."

      I said I got his meaning.

      "Well, the boy doesn't wipe up too well after a shit, y'know? Leaks
piss all over. Started huffing `em, but it was only a matter of time before
I was licking the stains, suckin' on them... I could only imagine what it
tasted like between those smooth, plump little cheeks..."

      Bailey's talk was having its effect on me and I had to adjust my junk
once or twice, squirming around in my Adirondack chair. Finally, he
suggested we take a stroll to the back of the yard where the tool shed was,
so Eileen wouldn't be able to hear any of what he was going to tell me. And
what a story!

      The afternoon of the fateful bed changing, Eileen ran out to the
market, leaving Bailey home alone to wait for Scotty. He stashed the two
Ziplocs in the cushions of the sofa where he sat watching a ball game. A
while later Scotty came home, and once he had dumped his gym bag at the
foot of the stairs, Bailey called him into the living room for a little
talk.

      Scotty didn't know what was going on, since it was usually his mother
who had something to scold him about. Bailey told Scott to sit on the sofa
next to him. Once the boy was settled, Bailey reached between the cushions
and produced the two plastic bags. "What are you doing with these, Scott?"
Scotty's face went scarlet in a matter of seconds. He stammered a bit but
couldn't get out anything coherent.

      "Whose are they?" Bailey asked. "I think one of them's mine, right
mate? What d'you want with my dirty briefs?" Again, Scotty was at a loss
for words, so his stepfather came to the rescue. He scooted closer to
Scotty on the sofa and leaned in, his face close to the boy's ear. "You
like the way they smell, right?" Bailey whispered. "You like smellin' them
and playin' with yourself down there...You've even had a taste, am I
right?"

      For a second it looked as if Scotty was going to cry, but Bailey was
right there with an arm around the boy's shoulder. "It's all right, mate,"
he said. "Turns out I like smelling stuff, too. I do. I've had a sniff of
your little briefs. More than once."

      Scotty looked up. "You did?" He found himself looking right into
Bailey's eyes which suddenly seemed so friendly, kind,
understanding. Bailey nodded.

      "You smell all right, Scott!"

      "I do?"

      "Sure, you do! Sweaty, dirty. I could smell your pee and all, your
poop stains, everything."

      "Yeah," Scotty said, looking down at the floor. "I liked to smell
you, too. I don't know why."

      "Me, neither. But what the hell, eh?" Bailey held up the other Ziploc
bag with the Fruit of the Looms in it. "And who might these belong to?" he
asked.

      "My friend Eric."

      "Is Eric in your class?"

      "No, he's like in high school. I think he's a sophomore."

      "Does Eric know you have his stinky underwear?"

      Scotty blushed again but smiled a little with it. "Yeah. He gave `em
to me."

      "Oho! He did!"

      "Yeah, `cause we, like, play around sometimes."

      "Play around? What do you do when you play around?" Bailey found
himself becoming aroused, his heart thumping as little Scotty confessed to
his deep, dark secrets and began going into some detail as to what "playing
around" with Eric meant. After a few minutes, Bailey stopped Scotty talking
and suggested they should go down to to Bailey's "man cave" Ð a corner
in the back of the basement where there was an old sofa, a TV and a cube
refrigerator, along with an Australian travel poster featuring Sydney
harbor taped to the cinder block wall.

      Once there, seated on the sofa, Scotty continued describing his few
encounters with Eric, leaving precious little to Bailey's imagination: his
naked little stepson putting on shit shows for some horny teen pervert,
showing off his smooth, hairless little rump, streaked with boy shit;
gulping down Eric's hot piss directly from the hose, then sucking on it
till it got hard as steel, pumping a load of teen jock cum down the little
trouper's throat. Almost without thinking about it, Bailey was massaging
his thickening cock beneath his khaki shorts and Scotty noticed.

      "Are you getting all hard, Bailey?" he asked.

      "Yeah, I am, mate. Your stories are gettin' me all worked up." He
stood up and unbuckled his belt, rubbing his crotch where the outline of
his stiffening dick was clear. He had gone commando that day and it was
plain to see, along with the little wet stain that accompanied his
erections. "See what you did, Scott?" Bailey asked, smiling.

      Scotty smiled and nodded, then said, "Hey, Bailey. When you sniff my
underwear what smell do you like the best?"

      "I like `em all, mate."

      "No, c'mon, you've gotta pick one," Scotty said, mock-petulant.

      Bailey made a great show of thinking it over, then leaned down to the
boy and, in a low voice, said "Your poop stains, little man. I get off
smelling your skids, thinkin' about where they came from, your sweet
ass. Nasty fuckin' boy hole... You keep your little shitter dirty for your
friend Eric?"

      "Yeah, he really likes it that way."

      "What about you, Scott? Where's your favorite part of my underwear?"

      "I like the seat. Where your butt was. All sweaty and stuff," Scotty
said.

      "Yeah, thought so." Bailey unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop to
the floor, and Scott was treated to the sight of Bailey's crotch, with its
patch of ginger pubes, snaking up his belly in a bright treasure trail. His
dick, as I was to learn eventually, was thicker than most, with a blunt,
circumcised head sporting a wide piss slit that was already leaking, the
precum oozing slowly out and down to the floor. He kicked the shorts off
along with his deck shoes and got down on the floor in front of the TV,
where there was a big sisal rug spread out. Then he was on his back. "Well,
then, you're in for a treat, mate." With that he raised his thighs and
reached around to grip his pale, meaty butt cheeks and spread them
wide. "Take a look, Scott. There's what you want, right?"

      Scotty only nodded.

      "Then get down there and clean my hole. Get your mouth on Daddy's
crap hole!"

      Scotty wasted no time in getting down on the floor, facing the meaty
globes of his stepdad's sweaty ass. "Go on, Scott, get your clothes off and
kiss my shitter." Not a minute later Scotty was completely naked, on his
knees, staring at Bailey's anus. "Sniff it first, Scott. Go on, smell!" The
big man flexed the hole a few times, then felt the boy's nose on it,
sniffing like mad. It smelled just like Bailey's underwear, Scotty thought,
only a million times better. He stuck out his tongue and poked at the hole,
then began licking, up and down and all around. The big ginger's ass crack
was tinged a light brown and Scotty got to it, licking and cleaning, then
going back to Bailey's pulsing asshole. He poked at it again, trying to get
inside it. Bailey, sensing what the kid wanted, pushed down, so the
10-year-old's sweet lips were suddenly wrapped around the man's protruding
shit lips, his tongue sliding easily inside.

      Bailey grunted and sighed, barely able to touch his dripping dick for
fear of it going off too soon. He wanted this to last.

      Suddenly there was an involuntary blast of Bailey's butt gas, right
down Scotty's throat.  He choked a little but managed a groan of ecstasy at
the same time and took advantage of the hole being wide open to stuff his
little pink tongue farther up inside. Bailey was in hog heaven, knowing who
it was who was down there digging in his crapper: Scotty, angelic, nasty
Scotty. Ten years old and eating ass like a pro. And probably encountering
something soft and warm up in there somewhere, jabbing at it with the tip
of his tongue.

      Indeed, the boy did taste some of his stepdad's shit, and was licking
all over as much of it as he could reach. The little pig put his hands on
Bailey's butt and pulled it open, pressing his face farther in, his tongue
digging like fury. Sensing that the boy was going a little crazy, Bailey
reached around and, with both hands, managed to shove Scotty's face as far
as it would go into his ass crack. Another fart from Bailey's guts made it
into Scotty's mouth.

      "Ah, yeah!" Bailey sighed. "You like my farts, little mate? Like
tasting what's up inside my nasty shitter?"

      Scotty managed to mumble a barely intelligible "Yes, sir!" He poked
the turd he'd been teasing one more time, then pulled his tongue out and
gave Bailey's asshole a sloppy kiss. The big Aussie lowered his legs and
lay on his back, his stiff, hooded dick pulsing and leaking.

      "You want to taste my ass, too, Bailey?" Scotty asked, his eyes
suddenly very serious.

      "I dunno," Bailey teased.

      "Yeah, you do!" Scotty laughed. "You know you do! You wanna smell my
boy hole and kiss it and stick your tongue up it. My stinky hole."

      "Fuck yeah, kid," Bailey rasped.

      "And you know what else? I'm gonna pee on you, too, and you could
even drink some. You want boy pee, Bailey?" The man could only nod and a
moment later Scott was lowering his pale, peachy butt right down on
Bailey's face, the dark pink slit of his tiny asshole touching Bailey's
lips. He moaned up into the kid's butt.

      "Awww, it feels really good!" the little boy cried. "Keep eating my
hole, Daddy, keep eating my dirty asshole! Make out with it!" Bailey loved
it when Scott called him Daddy, and he obeyed, French kissing and sucking
on the perfect little hole.

      "Boy hole's the best, huh, Bailey? Yeah, `cause it's all smooth and
all, and the smell's better than a grown-up's." Feeling Bailey attempting
to tongue fuck him, Scotty pulled his cheeks apart and rubbed his ass all
over the man's mouth. "Oh, yeah!" he went on. "Like there's this kid in
Eric's brother's class. He's younger than me, he's like seven, I think. And
one Saturday I was over there waiting for Eric to come home from practice
and him and Eric's little brother were playing around, getting all sweaty
and all, and so I asked if they wanted to feel something nice? Eric's
brother said no, but his friend, Max, said sure! So, I got him to take down
his pants and underwear and get on his hands and knees and show me his cute
butt. And so then I got behind him and started eating him out and licking
his little kiddie hole and it was soooo good! So smooth and he didn't wipe
too good so it was all stinky and the smell was fresh! I licked all over
that seven-year-old ass crack like a maniac! And he really liked it
too. His little pee-pee was stiff as a nail. I really got little Max really
going!"

      "Mmfff! Mmmffffuck!" Bailey gasped, pushing up on Scotty's butt
cheeks to indicate he wanted the boy off his face. He had never had a
hands-free orgasm but felt one might be imminent.

      "So, you want me to pee on you, Daddy?"

      "No, mate, sorry," Bailey said, standing up. "No time. Your mum's
likely to be back pretty soon. But you can help me take care of this." He
grabbed his dick and shook it. Scotty reached over and grasped it in his
right hand, just getting his fingers around it. The thick thread of precum
that was oozing out flew into the air, landing on Scotty's chin. He began
stroking it, forcing out more of the man's copious precum, then he bent
down and began lapping it up, trying to get his tongue into the big, wide
piss slit, sucking on only the head as he stroked up and down, faster and
faster. After a couple of minutes of this, Bailey thrust his hips forward
and sent the shaft of his cock down Scotty's throat for an instant, which
was long enough for Scotty to retch then gag, producing some good thick
spit, which he used as lube on the big cock in his little fist. Then his
lips were back up on the head. He started scrubbing the underside of it
with his tongue. He stroked Bailey's big, leaking dick.

      Bailey thought about Scotty eating out another little boy's dirty
ass. He wanted them both to piss on him. He'd gulp their piss then eat
their little shit?

      "Fuck yeah, Scotty, keep goin', keep it up! Fuck, I'm gonna cum!
Fuck! Fuck! Aaaaggh!" He unloaded in Scotty's mouth, shot after ropy shot
of thick, warm Aussie protein hitting the back of the kid's throat. Scotty
kept the head in his mouth as Bailey shuddered, hips jerking, until he
couldn't take any more and he bent forward, holding onto Scotty's head and
pulling his dick away. His "aaahhh's" became breathless little laughs.

      By the time Bailey had finished his story I was so turned on I didn't
know if I could be trusted around kids (or men, for that matter) without
going berserk. But I had no time to think about it since Scotty appeared on
the deck at the back of the house, waving and calling to let us know it was
time to leave. I followed Bailey back up the lawn, marveling at the way his
hard, round haunches undulated under khaki shorts. We got in the car and
drove up the interstate for more than an hour, given that it was a
beautiful weekend day and we weren't the only people taking advantage of
the fact.

      Once at the park I let Scotty and Bailey have all the fun, while I
watched from the sidelines. After a couple of hours the two of them went
into the locker rooms to change into dry clothes and we hit the road
home. None of us had had what you'd call lunch, so we stopped at an
old-fashioned diner, a couple miles off highway. Then after about another
30 minutes on the road Scotty announced he had to pee. A couple of lame
jokes were made about where and on whom, but Scotty was serious and didn't
want to wet the seats of his step-dad's car. Bailey said he knew where
there was an old, abandoned service area not far from where we were. A
couple minutes later we pulled off the highway and up into the woods a
little way. Not far along there was a low, cinder block building that had
clearly seen better days and a few dilapidated picnic tables. Scotty bolted
out of the car and into the men's side of the building. Bailey and I
followed at a more leisurely pace.

      The inside of the place featured the usual line of urinals on one
wall, the line of sinks on the other, and a row of toilet stalls. Clearly
the plumbing hadn't worked for years, but Scotty stood at one of the
urinals, his pecker out and spraying a healthy, yellow stream.

      Bailey stepped up to the urinal to Scotty's left. "You need a piss,
mate?" he asked me. In fact I did, so I took the urinal to Scotty's
right. Soon we were all three pissing contentedly. After a few seconds
Scotty half-turned in Bailey's direction and aimed his little pisser at his
stepdad's bare calf Ð Bailey being in a pair of cargo shorts. Bailey
jumped

      "Hey, hey! C'mon, mate. Can't go gettin' all wet here, before we get
in the car. Gotta drive home, y'know."

      "Aw, come on, Bailey!" Scotty whined. "We're all alone." He turned to
me. "We could have some fun, right?"

      "I suppose," I said. "But Bailey's right. Maybe we shouldÑ"

      "Aw, fuck it," Bailey said. He cut off his piss stream and turned in
Scotty's direction. "Drink," he said. "C'mon, you dirty little fuck, drink
some of your dad's hot piss." In a flash the kid was on his knees in front
of the big redhead, mouth open. Bailey stepped forward and put the head of
his meaty dick between Scotty's sweet lips, which the boy pursed down
around the head. A second later Bailey sighed, and I could hear Scotty
gulping furiously to drink it all down. When Bailey had pretty much drained
his bladder down the kid's throat, he told Scotty to stand up, then got to
his knees in front of the kid, taking the succulent little boy penis in his
mouth. Scotty knew what to do and let his piss flow into Bailey's mouth.
Not wanting to be left out I knelt behind the boy, taking his perfect butt
cheeks in my hands and spreading them wide. The ass crack was smeared a
light brown, slightly darker near his little asshole which pulsed slightly
as he pumped his urine down Bailey's throat. I leaned in and took a minute
to sniff long and hard, getting the smell of poorly wiped boy crap into my
nostrils before diving in, putting my lips on the small, barely puckered
anus and kissing it, a real wet, obscene smooch. Then I stuck out my tongue
and licked it, poking at it to try and get up inside. It wouldn't yield so
I started sucking it, trying to get Scotty's shit lips between my lips. It
worked pretty well, and I was able to get at least the tip of my tongue
inside the boy's slippery rectum. I started tongue fucking him, slow at
first then faster as the hole opened a little more and a little more.

      Scotty had finished peeing in Bailey's mouth and bent forward
slightly at the waist, using his own hands to pull his ass cheeks apart to
make it easier for me. He sighed, then groaned.

      "Oh, Mike, fuck yeah, eat my hole! Get your tongue in my asshole,
Mike!" The kid had developed quite the mouth on him. And he sounded almost
angry. "Eat my asshole, eat it!"

      Bailey chimed in. "Yeah, give him a good tongue fuck. Taste
him. Taste the poo up there, fucking warm, soft boy poop for ya! You like
that, Scott? The way yer pervy Uncle Mike makes love to your little
arsehole? Diggin' for your boy poop?"

      I reached around Scotty's waist and felt his little pecker hard and
sticking out above the hairless nut sack. I was totally hard and, while I
couldn't see him Ð my face being all up in the boy's steamy crack Ð I
was pretty sure Bailey's dick was chubbing up as well, precum already
oozing out and falling in a thick, crystal thread to the floor. The next
thing I knew Scotty's delectable sticky ass was being pulled away from my
face. I sat back on my haunches and watched as Bailey pulled Scotty into a
tight embrace, his big hands full of the kid's ass cheeks, his face almost
nose-to-nose with Scotty's.

      "I want to fuck you, Scott, you know that?" Bailey rasped.

      "Yeah... yeah, I guess..." Scotty's voice was less commanding now.

      "Yeah, right." Bailey gave Scotty a kiss, then, slipping his tongue
inside the boy's mouth. "Want to feel that tight, tight little hole on my
cock. Fucking your little ass, fucking your shit. You can make me cum with
that asshole, y'know. Milk my big, fat cock with your dirty little
arsehole. Your friend Eric ever fuck you, Scott?"

      "He sticks his fingers up there," Scotty said. "Like, four
fingers. But he never tried to Ñ"

      "How `bout your Uncle Mike, here? He ever get his cock up inside
you?"

      "N-no..."

      "Bet he wants to, mate. Bet he wants it as much as I do. On your back
lookin' up at Uncle Mike while he sinks his big ol' cock in your
hole. Fuckin' you, dumping a big hot load all over yer boy turds. Let's
go. Let's go back to your Uncle Mike's place where I can fuck you good and
proper." He looked at me as he invited himself over, waiting for my
consent, I guess. I nodded. I had to admit, I wanted to see that as much as
Bailey wanted to do it. Hell, I thought, I probably wouldn't mind having a
go at the little boy's shit chute myself.

      We got ourselves together, sweaty and pee-stained as we were, and hit
the road again, this time Bailey going well over the speed limit. In no
time we were back at my place. Almost before the door shut behind us Bailey
had started stripping, pulling off his deck shoes, peeling the shorts down
and pulling the sweaty polo shirt over his head. He looked pretty
magnificent, I must say. I closed the blinds, then went into the kitchen to
get us a couple of beers, and by the time I got back into the living room
Scotty had stripped down as well. Christ on a bike, he was hot! That
smooth, pale skin, tanned forearms, his dark, curly hair in need of a
cut. His green eyes looked bigger than usual, wide open as Bailey once more
took him in his arms and started making out with him: lingering, wet kisses
on the boy's mouth, neck, all over his face. A couple times Bailey took
Scotty's button nose between his lips and stuck his tongue in the nostrils,
hoping for a taste of the boy's snot.

      I took off my clothes and got in on the act so that, inevitably,
Bailey was making out with me, too, and I was slobbering all over
Scotty. Finally, Bailey stretched out on the floor, brandishing his leaking
dick, holding it straight up. "Wanna suck your dad's big cock, little one?
Want Daddy's precum on your tongue? Here, c'mon!" It only took Scotty a
moment to decide that he did, indeed, want his daddy's big cock in his
mouth. He scooted over on his knees between Bailey's spread thighs and took
the man's dick in one hand. He held on tight as he leaned down and his
little pink tongue flicked out and over the cockhead, lapping up the
precum. Eventually he had his lips over the head, and then was down on it,
sucking and stroking it with one hand, playing with Bailey's asshole with
the other.

      "Ahh, fuck, yeah, kid!" Bailey looked up at me and grinned. "Loves
playin' around in his daddy's arse, dontcha, mate? Huh? Feelin' around in
Daddy's sweaty butt crack?" Scotty nodded. "Let's see, then, Scott. Pull
your hand out and let's have a sniff." Scotty took his hand out from
between Bailey's sweaty thighs. "Go on," Bailey said. "Go on, have a good
sniff."

      Scotty grinned and put his fingers under his nose. He inhaled deeply,
huffing the stink that had been cooking under Bailey's sweaty balls, in his
crack, on his asshole. I couldn't resist and got down next to the kid,
taking his hand and bringing it under my nose. Even second-hand, Bailey's
ass stink was heaven. I realized I had been so focused on Scotty's little
boy butt, his piss, his pasty little turds, that I had forgotten all about
the big redhead in the room. I crawled up between Bailey's thighs,
spreading them with my hands. He got the message and next thing I knew his
knees were pulled back, giving me an unobstructed view of his magnificent
ass, the fetid crack and the puffy pink anus with its light dusting of
ginger hair. I had smelled it already, I told myself, no reason to
pussyfoot around. I dove into the man's ass and began making out with his
shitter, slobbering, tasting it.

      Bailey began writhing around, pulling his knees farther back, the
better to open himself up to my searching tongue. The bitter taste of his
shit was all over that crack, all over the hole I found myself sucking. He
grabbed his hard-as-diamonds dick and began stroking it, smearing the
precum up and down the shaft.

      "Okay, Scotty boy," he said. "Your Daddy wants to fuck your sweet
arse." He turned to me. "Where d'you want us?" I suggested my bathroom
which had a tile floor, and the walk-in shower that would easily hold the
three of us. Once inside, Bailey stretched out on the floor again, this
time near the toilet. He beckoned to Scotty.

      Scott stepped up next to Bailey who instructed the boy to straddle
his hips, then sit down on his dick. I wasn't sure it was going to work,
but I was too hot to see it happen to say anything. Scotty hesitated a
second, then planted his feet on either side of Bailey's hips, facing away
from me.

      "Now squat down, son," Bailey said. "Go on and put your little shit
hole on the tip of my cock." Scotty did as he was told, and as soon as his
anus touched the tip of Bailey's raging dick he started spreading the
precum all over the boy's hole to lubricate it.  "Now sit, Scotty, sit down
on it. Go slow... slow..." As I watched, Scotty wriggled his butt slightly
and the blunt tip of Bailey's cock began to press at that apparently too
tight hole. Bailey raised his hips slightly as Scotty bore down and soon
the entire head of his cock was up inside his little boy. "Ah, yeah, that's
it! That's fuckin' it!" Bailey said. "Keep going, boy, keep fucking your
sweet arse on Daddy's prick!"

      Scotty made little mewling sounds as he attempted to slide further
down on Bailey's dick, pausing a couple of times when it got too painful,
then continuing, slowly. Eventually Bailey had about half of his raging
member up inside the boy's ass and Scotty stopped again.

      "Looks like the little fella's having trouble, mate," Bailey said to
me, grinning. "Why don't you help him out a bit? Hold him up so he doesn't
fall over." I stood up and took Scotty by his armpits, holding him steady
as Bailey continued pushing his dick into the boy's hole. Scotty's little
cries continued, half pain and half pleasure by the sound of them. "You
okay, boy?" Bailey asked.

      "Oh, yeah! Yes... ow! Oh, fuck, yes, fuck me! Keep fucking me, Daddy,
please!" Only too happy to comply Bailey thrust his hips upward, this time
with more force. Scotty yelped and there was no mistaking it for anything
but pain. Bailey had sunk almost his entire cock into the kid's rectum,
keeping up with the little jabs with his hips, trying to get balls deep.

      "Pull him off me a little," Bailey said to me. "I need to get a good
fuck going!" I lifted Scotty a bit so that Bailey had room to pump his
hips, sliding his cock in and out of the boy's tight, wrecked hole. He had
no sooner started than we smelled the unmistakable scent of boy shit.
Scotty's shit. "Ah, look at that!" Bailey said. "Look at my shitty dick!" I
looked down and saw that, indeed, Bailey's throbbing dick was smeared with
delicious brown streaks, evidence of Scotty's full bowels. Bailey couldn't
get enough and started pumping faster, half a dozen short thrusts into
Scotty's ass, then one killer thrust all the way up inside, then almost
entirely out, only the head left inside.

      "Ah, go on, mate, poop for me. Poop on Daddy's big penis! Push! I
want to see that kid shit!"

      Scotty grunted in obvious discomfort but was eager to please his
dad. "Ow, it... hurts! I'm pushing, Daddy, I'm trying! I want to show you
my poop, okay? My dirty shit turds all over your big hot penis!" He grunted
again, and with a little squeal he passed some of the crap he'd been
storing up. Light brown and thick, the boy's soft serve shit oozed slowly
out and down Bailey's shaft like the wax on a burning candle. "Oh, see it,
Daddy? See my poop? I've got so much!" Then his half-hard little pecker
shot a few short streams of hot, yellow piss, all over Bailey's chest.

      "Good boy!" Bailey said. Then to me: "Pull him up, almost off me so
he can take a proper dump!" I still had my hands in Scotty's armpits,
steadying him, so I lifted him up a little more and as soon as Bailey's
cock was free the kid took a really "proper dump". The boy's runny crap
blasted out all over Bailey's cock and crotch. "Ah, fuck, mate! Look at
that! Look at all that kiddie shit!" It was indeed a fine mess that showed
no signs of stopping right away. Meanwhile, I almost lost my grip on Scotty
and stumbled backward so that the boy finished his shit on the floor
between Bailey's thighs. Scotty likewise stumbled, slipping briefly in his
own shit before he got his balance again. Bailey stood up, his gloriously
stiff dick sticking straight out, brown with Scotty's loose turds. He
ordered the boy on his back, legs in the air, then told me to eat his ass
and fuck his now-loosened hole. Bailey took hold of Scotty's ankles, the
better to expose the now crap smeared fundament. I got down and pushed my
face into the boy's crack, getting the residue of his dump on my face,
licking my lips, plunging my tongue inside his boiling guts. Then I pulled
off and got myself into position for a good fuck. My dick was raging and
slid in easily. I wasn't about to start slow. Immediately I began a good,
steady fuck, looking down at Scotty's face which was contorted with
pleasure.

      "Fucking you, little man. I'm fucking you now," I gasped. "You like
that? Yeah, you do. Uncle Mike's big prick up inside your little boy guts,
mashing your turds, getting ready to cum inside your hot ass!"

      "Yes, yes, Uncle Mike, please! Please cum inside me! Cum on my turds!
Fuck my shit!"

      I had never felt such sensations on my cock, Scotty's hole so tight
and lubed with shit. It was in-fucking-tense! I grimaced with the
indescribable pleasure, then opened my eyes and looked down at Scotty, his
cheeks flushed, smiling his bright, beautiful smile. I felt something smack
against my right cheek and turned to see. Bailey was still holding Scotty's
feet high, legs spread, to allow me access to the little shithole. There,
in front of my face, was Scotty's size 4 right foot, smeared in the shit he
had stepped in a moment before. Still hungry for the little boy gut mush, I
stuck out my tongue. Bailey got the hint and pushed the foot into my
mouth. I started on the big toe and began sucking, methodically licking the
crap from each of the kid's toes, then jamming all five little toes into my
mouth, sucking until they were clean. Then I worked on the soles of
Scotty's feet, sucking and scraping the still-warm shit with my teeth. Done
with the right foot, I turned my attention to the left and sucked the crap
off those little toes, ate what I found on the sole, then went back to
sucking on the now-clean toes, just because they felt so good in my mouth.

      Suddenly Bailey let go of Scotty's legs and started going to town on
his still shit covered cock, stroking to beat the band. "So fuckin' hot!
Sooooo fuckin' hot! Fuck the little fucker, mate! Fuck his tight little
arse, feel that little shitter massage yer dick! Fuck him, FUCK him!"

      And I was fucking him. He had lowered his legs, but I reached under
and got my hands on his butt cheeks to keep myself embedded in that
heavenly rectum. Totally lost in the sensations of it all, the stink of the
boy's crap, the feeling of that oh-so-tight asshole on my cock, which I
pumped furiously in and out, so close to cumming...

      Bailey was right there with me, jerking his fat cock, lubed with
Scotty's poop.

      But I just didn't want this to end. Like, ever. So I slipped my cock
out of Scotty's ass and sat back, legs stretched out in front of me. I
leaned back, propping myself on my elbows, watching Bailey jerking his cock
over Scotty's face. The kid was still on his back, his legs between mine as
he reached up for Bailey's balls and started pulling on them. I was still
hard as a rock and read to shoot, but still not willing to let this nasty
session end. I moved forward a bit so Scotty's feet were tickling my
nuts. I reached down for some of the soft crap the boy had dumped earlier
and lubed my cock with it, adding to the streaks I had picked up while I
was fucking deep into his ass. I grabbed the boy's right foot by the ankle
and touched it to my hardon. Felt amazing, so I put the left foot on the
other side and held them in place, the soles of Scotty's feet massaging my
raging cock and smearing his sloppy shit up and down it.

      After a couple of seconds Scott got the idea and began sliding his
feet up and down on my cock by himself, allowing me to lean back again and
watch the little fucker stroke me with his soft, little feet, now once
again smeared with his shit.

      "Aw, yeah, fuck!" Bailey said. "Make him cum, little one, make yer
Uncle Mike cum with yer dirty little feet! Smear that little boy crap all
over his big man cock, yeah!" I began thrusting up whenever Scotty slid his
feet down, bringing myself closer and closer. It was indescribable, the
view Ð soft, sweet little Scotty, getting me off with his shitty feet,
Bailey looming over the kid's face, jerking on his fat, leaking dick right
over Scotty's mouth.

      "Ah, fuck, I'm so fuckin' close!" he yelled. So fuckin'-- Gonna cum,
little fuckah, gonna cum... in yer face, in yer mouth!" He fell to his
knees then and continued to beat his meat over Scotty's face. "Open yer
mouth, little boy! Open!" Scotty obeyed, opening wide. "Gonna fill yer
mouth... aaaggh! Fuck, FUCK!" With that Bailey started to cum, the first
jet shooting out onto Scotty's chest. Bailey pushed his still pulsing dick
down into Scotty's wide-open mouth and it kept coming, thick gobs of it
going straight down the boy's throat. Bailey leaned forward, jamming the
fat head of his cock into Scotty's throat as he shot the last of his slimy
load.

      Scotty coughed, then gagged and turned his head away, the Aussie's
dick slipping out of his mouth. He tried to sit up once, twice. I pulled
out and let him sit up. His hairless little boy dick was ramrod stiff and
shot a couple jets of pee as he continued to gag.

      "Oh, fuck yeah, little boy!" Bailey rasped. He had just had a major
orgasm, but his dick was still hard and he was clearly still turned on. He
scooted around on his knees to face Scotty, sticking two big fingers down
the boy's throat. Scotty shook his head, but it was too late. He gagged
again, then retched as Bailey's fingers moved farther down his
throat. "C'mon, little mate, let's have it. Let's have it. Puke, babe, puke
for daddy!"

      And then it happened. Scotty retched mightily, his stomach
contracting and up came a bit of gruel-like vomit. Then again, and this
time he produced more and it spewed farther, some of the stinking puke
splattering on my thighs. Bailey got Scotty to his knees and told him to
put his own fingers down his throat, which the boy obediently did. Bailey
stood and stuck his still-hard cock in Scotty's face rubbing the head on
the boy's lips. A second later Scotty puked up still more, all over
Bailey's dick.

      I was half-repulsed but totally turned on. Puke? Really? It had never
occurred to me. But there it was, this hot, beautiful 10-year-old boy,
reeking of his own shit, puking all over his daddy's beautiful hard-on. And
I was as turned on as I'd ever been. Scotty's ministrations on my cock with
his feet had stopped, but I didn't care. In a flash I was kneeling in front
of Bailey, licking up and down the sides of his erection, slimed now with
Scotty's puke, which continued to come. I turned from the dick in front of
me to face Scotty, his face tear-stained, his lips dripping with hot, soupy
puke. I leaned in to kiss him just as he hurled again, this time into my
open mouth and all over my lips and chin. I gulped it down, aware now that
I'd suck down whatever this angel offered me. I realized I had been
mindlessly jerking off and just as I felt my orgasm taking me over the edge
I gave Scotty a big, sloppy French kiss, as he spat a mouthful of pukey
saliva onto my tongue. I came then, came so hard and for what seemed a long
time, until I felt as if I had no bones at all. I sank back onto the filthy
bathroom floor.

      "Let's get him off, whaddya say, mate?" Bailey said, indicating the
stinking, slimy little kid before us. "Lie back, Scotty," he
continued. "Got somethin' for ya!" Scotty sank back onto the floor, in
something of a trance. Bailey told me to get hold of the kid's little peen
and stroke it, the shit and puke making a stinking lube. I began jerking
him off as Bailey squatted over Scotty's face, feeding him first a loud,
wet fart, rubbing his beautiful asshole on the boy's lips. "Open up,
Scott," Bailey whispered. "Got something you want, I bet!"

      "Oh, yeah, Daddy, please!"

      "What you want, then?"

      "Shit, Daddy. Your shit."

      "Want a big turd out yer dad's arse?"

      "Yes, please, Daddy! A big turd from your ass. Please! Shit on me!"

      "In yer mouth?"

      "Oh, fuck, Daddy, fuck! Yes! Your shit! Your turds! Shit in my mouth,
Daddy, feed me daddy shit!"

      I was stroking Scotty's four-inch dick between my fingers, faster and
faster as I heard Bailey strain, grunting, exhaling mightily, then
straining again. "Here it is, mate! Here's Dad's shit for ya!" There was
the soft crackle of a warm turd making its way from Bailey's guts into the
little boy's mouth. Bailey was sitting right on Scotty's mouth, and the
gift was going directly down his throat. The kid began to writhe and
struggle, almost suffocating with the big Aussie's beautiful butt on his
face, his mouth full of his daddy's soft turd. I stroked like mad and
finally, as he swallowed what was in his mouth, the boy came, a dry orgasm
that nearly did him in. Bailey raised up and Scotty gasped, taking in a
deep breath.

      We all took a couple of minutes, in silence, to regain ourselves.
Then Bailey stood up, grinning and, taking aim with his now soft cock,
pissed all over Scotty's face, his groin, his little dick. I even managed
to lean over and get a good gulp of it myself. He laughed and stepped into
the shower. A minute later Scotty followed and they soaped each other up,
getting almost hard again, but not quite.

      I just stayed where I was, watching them. Still tasting Scotty's shit
and puke in my throat. I waited till they were finished, then showered by
myself.