Simon Says Squat, a story by Josh Terrence

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Author's note: This story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between teenage boys, preteen 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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Simon Eats at the All Day Buffet

The next morning I was up at 6:15, sending Raymond a frantic text to remind him that he promised to meet me in the backyard. When he texted me back that he was still coming over, I smiled and offered to meet him right away. With that, I slipped out of my room and hurried down the stairs to meet him by the gate. My bladder was full and aching, and I'd resolved to treat myself to a soaking of my undies as soon as I was downstairs.

My mom was starting her coffee in the kitchen and spotted me as I rounded the corner dressed in nothing but my tighty whities. She smiled when she saw me and said, “Good morning, honey. You're up early.”

“I have to go pee,” I said, then I pushed my crotch out and relaxed my bladder, releasing my pee stream and drenching my undies. I looked up at her face while hot pee poured down both of my legs, puddling on the floor around my feet. I could feel it running out of the seat of my underwear, too, flowing with force as it splashed off the tile floor.

When I finished, I bit my lower lip and we both examined the puddle I was standing in, then I looked at my soaked undies and saw the outline of my miniature sized boner standing straight up. Without a word, she jumped into action by fetching a towel and drying off my legs, then she pulled my undies down and I stepped out of them. As soon as they were off, I gave her a naughty look and reached down to pick them up. I held them to my nose and took a long, pleasure filled whiff of the hot pee that they were soaked with, then I opened wide. Unable to resist the urge, I used my hands to wring them out into my toilet mouth, loving how the pee was still warm as it filled my mouth. I swallowed with a smile and an audible, “ah”, then I padded out the back door over her protests, anxious to enjoy a hot, brown feeding.

The cold morning air didn't detour my plans as I hurried to the gate to greet Raymond. He gawked when he saw that I was all the way nude, prompting me to give him a naughty smile. I took him to our usual spot in the back yard and fell to my knees. My hard as steel boy cock was pressed tight to my bald pubic bone as I waited for him to pull his pants down and squat over my face. I looked to the window with a wanton expression, knowing that my mom was going to be watching.

Undetoured by her presence, I parted Raymond's plump buns and moaned when a puff of steam rolled off his moist pucker. At the same time, a pleasant stink drifted into my nose and I knew I was going to enjoy this morning's feeding. I lanced out with my tongue and gave his anus a series of firm, delicious licks, seeing my breath in front of me while the flavor filled me with lust.

“I'm having stomach pains, Simon,” he said, prompting me to moan. Then he warned me, “I think I might need to go diarrhea.”

“I want you to,” I admitted, feeling incredibly horny for a hot load of diarrhea to explode from his ass. With that, I pulled his hips down so that his rump was resting right over my toilet mouth, then I looked to the window and spotted my mom watching with troubled eyes. Knowing what was about to happen, I opened wide and made direct eye contact with her, then Raymond's poop chute opened up and breakfast was served.

I heard the squelch of a hot, moist fart ring out while at the same time, my mouth filled up instantaneously with a massive load of soft poop. It had the consistency of oatmeal, but it tasted and smelled like paradise as it crammed into my boy's bathroom of a mouth and made my cheeks bulge tight. I loved how my lips pooched out on their own as his load took every available inch of my mouth, then it began to smash into my cherubic face. Realizing what happened, Raymond stopped pushing and stood up, looking over his shoulder at me. I was in absolute ecstasy as I moaned with satisfaction around the chocolate smoothie he made in my mouth. In the window, my mom looked stunned, just like she did the first time I accepted a poop load in front of her. But I was in a state of sheer bliss, loving how easily my tongue navigated the hot load of boy poop that I had been craving so badly.

Wanting to prove that I was a reliable toilet, I swallowed my yummy mouthful and opened up for more. Happily for me, Raymond treated me to another luscious helping of hot diarrhea that erupted from his rear end and bullied its way into my mouth. I could feel it pushing into the back of my nostrils, making them burn sweetly and causing my eyes to water, but I loved it. I turned to the window and locked eyes with my mom once more, then I opened my mouth and showed off my new mouthful before smashing and smearing it with my tongue so I could swallow it.

By this time, there was poop smeared all over my face and in my hair. It was so hot that there was steam rolling off of my head, and I loved the stink that was dancing around me. I parted Raymond's butt cheeks and began to lick them clean, then I asked him, “Do you have anymore?”

With that, he bore down and fed me the last of his butt load, another soft load, followed by a solid loaf that pinched off heavy in my well fed mouth. While I was chewing, I could hear Raymond's pee stream hitting the grass off the edge of the patio but I wasn't concerned with it at all. In fact, I was grateful that there was nothing to wash his poop load down with, and was looking forward to spending a long afterglow licking thick dollops of poop from inside my mouth and swallowing them.

When my final mouthful was down, I licked Raymond's butt as clean as I could get it, then I crawled around to his front side and presented my eager rear end for fucking. He dutifully pulled me up a the hips and slipped his dick up my butt, then he fucked me hard for a full minute before seeding me. When he pulled out, I watched him hike his pants, then I accompanied him to the side gate.

“You should come use me after school,” I suggested. “I get home at 3:30.”

“I might not have to go as much,” he told me. “I usually poop after dinner.”

“You can come use me for pee, too,” I offered, then I bid him farewell.

When I got inside, my mom wrapped me in a towel and carried me upstairs. She brushed my teeth for me and gave me a bath, then had me soak while she fetched a clean towel. While she was drying me off, I felt a series of gas pains wash over me and knew I had to poop. I knew that I wanted to enjoy my butt load as much as possible, so I let her finish drying my hair while I eyed the pair of tighty whities that were folded neatly on the counter by the sink.

When my hair was dry, she held my undies out for me to step into while I held onto her shoulders for balance. As soon as they were up, I hung my rear end out and laid a hot pile of boy poop in their seat. She was watching me with a look of frustration and worry as I pooped my pants right in front of her, then I reached into the seat and began treating myself to the full pantload.

I crammed my mouth tight with the first handful, and while I was macerating my naughty treat, I reached back and began smearing my load inside my underwear. While my hand was squeezing and smearing my load, I felt another wave of gastric pressure wash over me. With an easy push, I expelled another batch of hot, moist candy bars into the seat of my fruit of the looms.

“Oh, sweetheart,” my mom exclaimed softly, then I began to grind my ass back into my hand, loving how it felt to smear hot poop all over my butt cheeks. When my first mouthful was down, I reached into my undies and fetched another handful for my dining pleasure. I examined the steaming pile of boy poop, noticing that it had the same color and almost the same consistency as the load Raymond had gifted me earlier, then I held it to my nose and took a deep whiff while my boy pussy shivered with the force of a fierce anal orgasm.

Once again unable to control my desires, I opened up and packed my toilet mouth with the brown pile, moaning with delight as its heat, stink and flavor filled my senses. Realizing that I was in a state of sheer depravity, my mom tried calming me down by rubbing my back while I continued to gyrate at the hips and used my hands to squeeze and smear my pantload. I could feel it pushing up my back through the waistband and out of my leg openings, so I gathered up another generous handful and brought it up to my pooching lips, pressing them into the warm mass and taking long, deep sniffs.

While I was still in the midst of my decadent mouthful, I felt my mom pull my waistband back and look into the seat of my underwear for herself. I looked over my shoulder to study her expression as she examined my pantload, then I opened my mouth and crammed it with the handful of poop I was holding.

“How about if mommy takes these down, Simon?” she suggested, and I shook my head no while I simultaneously smeared my mouthful with my tongue and chewed it with my teeth before swallowing. She was still holding onto the waistband of my undies, so I reached in and helped myself to a final handful, packing my toilet mouth tight with it while I let my bladder go again, soaking my undies and creating a brown puddle around my feet. My mom gently stroked my damp hair and watched me with a look I couldn't read, then she ran me another bath while I savored my mouthful.

I finally conceded and let her take my underwear down after I reached back into them and only found a smeared seat. I scraped a thick heap of poop out of my crevice and pushed it into my mouth, then my undies came down and landed in my brown pee puddle. In a final act of depravity, I reached down and picked them up, holding them at eye level so I could examine their poop frosted seat and take deep whiffs of it. With nothing but desire running through my system, I turned them inside out and crammed them into my mouth, loving how I came across a thick layer of smeared boy poop in their seat while I also sucked the drenched pee out of them.

With my mouth still crammed full of my poop smeared briefs, my mom guided me back into the tub and eased them out of my mouth. I protested but cooperated, then she cleaned the entire mess up while I soaked. When I was out of the tub, she dried me off and brushed my teeth again, then she held me in her lap and listened to me talk about poop and pee until it was time to get dressed and get out the door.

That afternoon, I brought a trio of cute boys home from school with me with the sole purpose of being used as a toilet and a slut by all three of them. Paul, the cute 7^th grader who used me the day before, and two brothers, Conner and Lewis. Conner was 11 years old and in the 6^th grade, while Lewis was 12 and in 7^th grade.

As soon as we were inside, I dropped my pants and insisted that we compare the sizes of our boners. I didn't care who had the biggest dick. I wanted to prove that I had the smallest one, and I wanted my schoolmates to know it. It didn't take long at all for my place as the sissy to be clearly established, but for good measure we used a ruler to see just how small my boner was. Standing at full attention, my pint sized peter measured at a whopping two inches and one centimeter, while all of my companions measured at 4 inches or bigger.

Totally satisfied with our findings, I crawled onto the couch in the doggy style position and let them take turns pounding my rear end. The first boy to use my slutty rear end was Paul, my cute seventh grade feeder from the day before. He hammered a load into my bottom in no time flat, then Conner slipped his hairless rod up my butt and used it for his pleasure. Finally, Lewis slid his fuck stick into my hole and got his rocks off.

After my romp, I dropped to my knees and opened wide while Paul squatted over my mouth. My little wiener was sticking straight out from my body at its puny two inches as he strained loudly and pinched off a pair of hot, steamy loafs. Each piece crackled loudly as they emerged from his fudge factory, and I loved how the stink completely filled the room. I moaned hotly as they dropped into my mouth, one right after the other, and experienced a ferocious anal orgasm while the other boys watched in amazement.

Filled with horny desire, I made a show of smashing and smearing my mouthful with my tongue before I swallowed. Just like the day before, Paul's hot offering was stinky and delicious, and I loved how I could taste the remnants of his dinner the night before as I savored my mouthful. It tasted like hot stew in my mouth, and I was grateful for the flavor explosion. When my first mouthful was down, Paul pushed a final poop log out, this one just as savory and stinky but slender. When my final treat from Paul's keister was eaten, I took to his rump, using my tongue to lick it clean with satisfied moans.

Next was Conner, who looked nervous as he lowered his rump over my smiling face. I wanted him to relax, so I reached up and caressed his smooth buttcheeks, which were emitting a cheesy odor that I found intoxicating. I saw his thighs stiffen, and my already pooped in mouth filled up with a hot thrust of stinky air. Seconds later, his buttload erupted and I was treated to a steaming pile of hot, delicious boy poop that made my boygasm grow stronger. The cheesy scent that was rolling off of his buttcheeks seemed to be infused in his poop load, which was steaming heavily between my bulging cheeks. Not only could I smell the luscious, cheesy aroma, but I could taste it perfectly, and I found myself addicted to the flavor. I was rolling my naked, freshly fucked bottom around as I smashed and smeared his offering against the roof of my mouth, wanting badly to enhance the stink and the flavor for my own enjoyment.

When my first luscious mouthful was swallowed, I opened wide and moaned with need as I posted back up to Conner's backside. He pushed again and a hot fart blew poop splatters into my appreciative face, then a pair of short, slender poop logs slid into my waiting mouth and I sighed with contentment. Finally, I used my tongue like toilet paper to wipe his 11 year old bottom, pulling thick heaps of poop that were stuck in his crack into my mouth while my head spun with naughty pleasure.

As soon as I was finished licking away delicious poop smears from Conner's boy butt, Lewis stepped up to me with a determined look. I responded with a hungry gaze, wanting him to know that I wasn't just willing to take his poop load, but that I was yearning for it. Getting the message, the cutie smiled down at me, and I let my eyes travel down to my small boner, then back up to his four and a half inches, wanting to remind him that he was the alpha male. He grinned devilishly, then he turned and squatted over my hopeful, smiling face.

I heard him strain, then his hole bloomed and the dark head of a thick, solid poop log bullied its way out. I acted quickly to form a tight seal around his sphincter with my lips and felt the jumbo sized treat push through them. Suddenly it dawned on me that there was no give to this massive chocolate bar, and that I was going to have to start smashing it up if I wanted to enjoy every delicious inch of it right away. But as this was going through my head, I felt my lips expand around the hot loaf, almost stretching as they conformed to the sheer thickness of the tasty treat.

I loved how solid this poop log was, and how it just forced my mouth to conform to its will as it bullied its way through my lips. I started to smash with my tongue, and realized that I needed to work harder to break this king sized butt brownie up. I loved how much extra effort I had to put into smashing it with my tongue and how the stink overpowered the aroma of my two previous feedings. My boygasm was off the charts as I started to smash and smear the yummy poop log with my tongue, enhancing the distinctive flavor that was dancing on my taste buds.

It was so dense and yet so juicy, stinky and delicious, a decadent treat that I was so happy to be enjoying. It had the wonderful stink of fresh poop and the flavor notes of diarrhea, and I found myself hooked. I smiled up at Lewis with starry eyes, determined to find a way to have him visit my toilet mouth everyday and make a hot, stinky deposit. I swallowed with a satisfied sigh, then I looked up at him with hopeful eyes and he didn't even have to ask. Instead, he got back into position over my grinning face and pushed the remainder of his hot, tasty load into my mouth while Conner and Paul stood by and played with themselves.

The afterglow I spent licking Lewis' crevice clean was a reward in of itself, especially as I licked up the thick dollops of poop that were caked in his crack. But when there were no more poop smears to be enjoyed, my reward was another round of buttfucking that my three feeders administered to me. When they were finished, I begged them all to come back the next day for another feeding, and much to my delight, they all agreed.

So with my tummy filled with fresh boy poop and my bottom brimming with pleasure, I scrambled to get back into my school pants and underwear so I could hurry down to the alley. Before I took off on my bike, I sent Mitchell a text to let him know I was on my way. He texted me back, promising me a massive buttload as soon as I arrived, so I pedaled as fast as I could, eager for another feeding.

But before I could get very far, Raymond texted me. So I made a sharp U-turn and rode back to my house, coasting up the driveway just in time to see my 15 year old feeder standing by the side gate.

Coming Soon: Simon is heading back to the alley for cocks, cum and more than a few butt loads. But how many feeders will squat over his mouth? Find out in chapter eight of Simon Says Squat

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