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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Previously:

I sealed my lips and let my tongue navigate the tasty treat in my mouth, feeling my head spin while a cocoon of carnal warmth wrapped itself around my body. As I smashed and smeared it against the roof of my mouth, I knew that there was no way to unring this bell. I knew that this was a flavor and experience I'd crave from now on, and that I needed to find a way to treat myself to it everyday.

I swallowed my stinky treat and looked around to make sure I was still all alone. Then I pulled my phone out and started recording as I reached into the generous pile. I picked up a long, thick piece of dog poop and crammed it into my mouth with a horny moan. While I was still chewing it up, I staged my phone so that it was capturing everything, then I quickly unbuttoned my pee dampened pants and let them fall around my feet. I hung my ass out to show off the surprisingly still white seat of my underwear. With a naughty expression, I reached down and picked up the remainder of the poop pile with my right hand and dropped it into the seat of my underwear, then I treated myself to the joy of smearing the hot load against my ass cheeks while my phone recorded everything.

When I finally calmed down long enough to stop squeezing my super stinky pant load, I reached down into my undies and pulled a generous handful out so I could pack it into my mouth. While I was savoring another mouthful of dog poop, I pulled my pants up and stopped recording so I could upload the clip. With a powerful shiver consuming me, I shared the clip on the wall of my social media page, knowing that everyone would see it. Satisfied with my debauchery, I rode home on my bike to face my mom with a cramping tummy and a hot load of smeared dog poop in the seat of my pants.

And now, An Exquisite Dinner for Simon

By the time I made it home, my mom had already seen the clip I uploaded at the park and she was waiting for me by the door. I put my bike in the backyard and approached her, watching her nose work as the uninhibited stink of dog poop rolled off of my body. She knelt in front of me and took stock of my clothes, examining the poop that was smeared into my shirt and hair, as well as the brown smears around my mouth. I opened up so she could see the inside of my mouth, which was caked with fresh boy poop, man poop and dog poop, and she looked alarmed.

“Honey I watched the clip you just put online,” she said, her voice filled with concern that she was trying to keep in check. “Was that dog poop?”

I nodded my answer, then I turned to face away from her so I could present my drooping pant load to her. She pulled the waistband of my pants and underwear back and looked inside, and I quickly followed her gaze so I could admire the brown pile in my undies. I let loose with a hot moan when I saw how big the pile was, then I licked my lips and we made eye contact again.

“It's dog poop,” I told her, and she nodded without letting go of my waistband.

“Sweetie, why did you eat dog poop?” she asked me, and I felt a strong shiver run through me.

“Because I started dreaming about it, mama,” I admitted, then she let go of my waistband and gave me her attention. “I wanted it so bad.”

I watched as she used her fingers to examine my poop matted hair, then she took note of the diarrhea that was smeared into my shirt. She turned me so that I was face to face with her again and she asked,“What happened to you, baby?”

“I ate a lot of poop today, mommy,” I told her. “I ate diarrhea, too.”

“I saw that you had Raymond over here this afternoon,” she mentioned, and I could hear the disapproval in her tone. “You still haven't taken that clip down, Simon.”

“I don't want to take it down,” I told her. “I wanted everyone to see me being a toilet.”

“Sweetie, grandma and grandpa can see that, too,” she told me, but I just shrugged. “I don't think they want to see their favorite boy eating poop. I don't think daddy wants to see his little boy being a toilet, either.”

“I also took it up the butt,” I reminder her, and she nodded as I went on. “Grandma and grandpa are gonna see that, too. So is daddy.”

“I don't think you really want them to see that, honey,” she told me, but I nodded to let her know that I did want that.

“I want everyone to know I'm a toilet and a slut,” I told her. “And I want everyone to know that I like dog poop now, too.”

“How about if we go get you changed, honey?” she told me, taking my hand and leading me inside. “After that, we can talk about why you like dog poop,”

As we rounded the corner to the living room, I spotted the place where Raymond had fed me and moaned. I stopped and smiled, then I remembered the feedings from Paul, Conner and Lewis. As if I were in a trance, I told her, “That's where I ate poop after school, mama.”

“I saw that, Simon,” she assured me, so I looked up at her and shook my head no.

“Before Raymond came over, I was a toilet with three boys from my school,” I told her, then I fixed my gaze back on the spot in the middle of the living room floor and went on. “I took all their poop loads right there.”

She knelt beside me and I leaned into her for comfort as a swell of horny desire started to sweep me away. Disregarding the fact that I smelled like poop and pee, she wrapped her arm around my little frame while I shivered with lust.

“Try to settle down, sweetie,” she encouraged me in a soft tone, but I was too far gone.

“I started dreaming about dog poop when Raymond was feeding me,” I admitted. “It was so stinky and I thought it smelled like dog poop.”

“I saw that, sweetie,” she said in a sympathetic tone. “Let's go get you cleaned up.”

I felt another series of gas pains wash over me and grabbed my stomach, looking at her with a naughty expression. She placed her hand on my rear end and we both knew I was about to poop my pants.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I'm gonna poop my pants,” I said, my voice jittery as my boygasm returned with a vengeance.

“Do you want mommy to take you to the bathroom first?” she asked, and again I shook my head no.

Before she could protest, I rested my already poop smeared rear end back into her palm and pushed. All at once, I felt my already full underwear expand as I released a bounty of boy poop into their seat. Just as the first wave of poop was expelled, I relaxed and a second pile practically fell out of my butt. My underwear were so full that it felt like they were trying to slide off my hips, but my school pants were holding them in place. I could feel hot poop pushing out of the leg openings of my undies and forcing its way past my taint, surrounding my tiny boy parts as it found a place to go in my briefs.

At the same time, I let go of my bladder and soaked my pants. I was loving how it felt to have hot pee coursing through my poop load and run down my leg, where it collected on the tile living room floor and around my pee soaked shoes. The stink was intense, and very pleasurable. A perfect infusion of boy poop and dog poop, treating me to pleasures untold as I considered cramming it all in my toilet mouth.

My mom pulled my shirt tail up and hooked the waistband of my undies back, disregarding the dog poop that was smeared up my back. I looked over my shoulder at the brown pile in my pants and moaned, prompting her to rub my back and try to calm me down again.

“Are you all done, honey?” she asked just as I felt a second wave of gastric pressure wash over me like a tidal wave. I shook my head no, then I released another massive load into my now crammed underwear. With nowhere left to go, hot poop pushed up my back on its own and was forced down my legs. When I finished, I announced, “I want to smear it, mama.”

“I know you do, baby,” she told me in a quiet tone that translated her acceptance of my current state of depravity. “I'm going to take you upstairs so you don't smear poop on the floor and walls in the living room.”

Before I could respond, she grabbed me under my arms and hoisted me up, holding me up in the air while brown pee dripped from the cuffs of my pant legs. With a sigh of resignation, she placed me on her hip and carried me up the stairs. I rested my head on her shoulder and enjoyed the stink that was dancing around our faces as we climbed the stairs.

“Mama?” I said in a small voice as we reached the top of the staircase.

“Yes, baby,” she said, her tone soft and resigned.

“I'm gonna eat the poop that's in my pants.”

“I know that, Simon.”

“There's dog poop in my pants,” I reminded her when we made it to the bathroom.

“I know that, too, honey,” she answered, then she turned the light on and set me down in front of the sink. I let her pull my shirt off over my head, then she knelt in front of me and untied my shoes. My laces were soaked with pee, and my socks were drenched, too. When my shoes were removed, I held each foot up and she took my socks off. I watched her set my shoes and socks to the side, then she unbuttoned my school pants and eased them down.

As they came down, we both looked at the fresh poop smears on my legs. The front and insides of my thighs were coated with a thick layer of boy fudge that had been forced out of my undies. There were brown pee trails painted on my fair skin and my underwear looked like they'd been stuffed with poop after they were soaked in a bucket of diarrhea. As I examined my filthy condition, the powerful stink wafted into my nose again and I moaned gutturally.

“Step out of your trousers, baby,” she encouraged me. I placed my hands on her shoulders for support and did as I was told. When she set them off to the side, I noted that they were heavy with pee and landed on the floor with a tiny thud.

“Turn around and let mama see your bottom,” she instructed me, and so I dutifully cooperated. I could see the reflection of my loaded underwear in the mirror, noting that there was what looked like an impossibly massive pile bulging through their seat. Even the blue striped waistband was smeared, all the way around my waist. Still, she used two fingers to pull it back and look inside. I could see her trying to decide how to tackle the load, but the sight and stink were too much for me to resist. I eagerly reached down and used my hand to cup the bulge from the outside of my underwear, then I began squeezing it. My mom was still holding my waistband in place and I could see my load being smashed and smeared against my butt. When it dawned on her what I was doing, she let the waistband go and sat on the edge of the tub to start my bath.

“It stinks so good,” I moaned out loud, still squeezing the massive pile in my undies and forcing some of it to push up my back. I could see her watching me with that same resigned expression and I knew I'd won. That she wasn't going to try to stop me from being a toilet, and that this was my ultimate victory lap. I stopped smearing my load and gathered up the smeared poop from the small of my back, then I held it up to my nose and took a deep whiff. The unmistakable stink of dog poop rolled into my nose and I moaned, then I opened wide and packed my mouth with it while she watched.

I started seeing stars as soon as the flavor embedded itself on my palate, knowing that I was truly dining on the stinkiest and most delicious poop load I'd ever enjoyed. My vision went spotty and more pee spurted out of my little boner, then I let loose with a long, orgasm induced moan. When I came to, I was instinctively rolling my ass around and manipulating the load with my hand. I didn't even realize I was doing it until I started coming back to my senses.

“Are you okay, baby?” I heard my mom asked me in a comforting tone, then I felt her rubbing my back and my heaving chest at the same time. I managed to nod, then I swallowed my naughty mouthful and felt the sizzle of my anal orgasm start to consume me again.

“Come with mommy,” she instructed me, then I felt her guiding me to stand in front of her by the tub. She was sitting on the edge again, stroking my hair while I tried to calm down. I started to blink as my boygasm waned a bit, then I felt her caress my cheek.

“I want more, mama,” I moaned, and she nodded with a sympathetic smile. Looking over my shoulder, my pantload looked so enticing that I couldn't resist the urge to take more. I could see her reading my face as I started to reach back for another handful. We made eye contact for a moment, then she lovingly pulled my waistband back for me. I reached down into my undies and pulled out a massive handful to stuff into my mouth, then I looked at her expression and realized that something had changed.

Her face wasn't neutral, or disapproving. It wasn't a look of resignation, either. It was compassionate and maternal. I brought the poop pile to my nose and pulled in a long whiff that brought me nothing but pleasure, then I put it all in my mouth and sealed my lips. Another powerful boygasm swept me away and I could feel my body soaring, but her caress on my poop bulging cheeks seemed to comfort me. I felt her thumb trace over my pooching lips. I opened wide to show her my impacted mouthful and was met with an approving smile, so I smiled back and used my tongue to smash and smear the naughty pile while my boygasm ran its course.

“Are you going to finish it all, baby?” she asked, and I nodded, then I swallowed and waited for her to pull the poop smeared waistband of my undies back so I could enjoy the rest of my extra stinky pant load.

“Your ass feels so tight tonight,” Raymond hissed as he slammed into my upturned rear end. “Fuck, I needed to fuck you so bad.”

“It feels so good,” I moaned over my shoulder, feeling the cool night air flowing over my little boy parts and fluttering in my crevice, where Raymond's big boy dick was pulling the pussyboy out of me with ease.

“It feels tighter than it was this afternoon,” he groaned, and I grinned over my shoulder at him as he tightened his grip on my waist and quickened his pace. He fed me a final flurry of cock thrusts, then he froze and his dick throbbed as he unloaded in my horny rear end.

When he pulled out, I turned to face him and sucked his prick clean. I looked to the window and saw my mom watching, and again, her expression was different. Instead of the disapproving look I was accustomed to, I saw a look of resignation and even understanding.

When Raymond's prick was clean, I reached up with a hopeful smile and rubbed his tummy. He nodded down at me, so I crawled around to his backside and got underneath him. I had a hard grin carved into my face as I opened wide and waited for my stinky reward. I looked to the window and spotted my mom watching, and again, she looked sympathetic.

The crackle of Raymond's hot loaf filled my ears, so I lanced out with my tongue and met the tip, then guided it into my watering mouth. As it picked up speed, I moaned and welcomed the naughty candy bar, feeling it glide along my gum-line and coil in my mouth. It was so massive that I could barely contain it, and I found myself wishing I could have measured it with a ruler to see just how long and thick it was. When it pinched off, he treated me to a gassy fart that added to my bliss.

Once again, the stink was so pleasurable that I couldn't bring myself to stop sniffing. Even as I began to smash it with my tongue and the flavor exploded in my mouth, the stink had an intoxicating effect on me. My tiny boy rod was standing straight up as I consumed my luscious treat, then I swallowed and asked him for the next mouthful. Much to my delight, Raymond treated me to another soft mouthful that reminded me of the fresh dog poop I'd eaten earlier. My head was spinning with orgasmic energy as the hot load was pushed into my toilet mouth, then I chewed it up with blissful moans while he hiked his pants.

“Will you come see me in the morning?” I begged him.

“Sure thing, little buddy.” he assured me. “Can I fuck you tomorrow, too?”

“You never have to ask,” I reminded him, then I walked him to the gate with my little boner leading the way. When he closed the gate my mom opened the door for me to come inside. She put her hand on my shoulder and walked me up the stairs to the bathroom. She brushed my teeth for me and had me soak in the tub, then she dried me off and dressed me in a clean pair of undies.

“Did you get mad at me for being a toilet again?” I asked, and she shook her head no as I fetched my phone from my nightstand. I held my arms up for her to pick me up. Giving in, she hoisted me up and placed me on her hip. She kissed my cheek as she carried me back downstairs while I regaled my naughty feedings. At the dinner table, she held me in her lap and fed me bites off of my plate until I told her I didn't want anymore, then she ate her supper while I talked to her.

“I'm still in a poop mood,” I told her, resting my head on her shoulder while she chewed her food. “I want to be a toilet again.”

“I know that, Simon,” she assured me, rubbing my bare back and taking another bite of her food.

“Are you proud of me for being a toilet in the backyard tonight?” I asked her, looking at her with searching eyes.

“I wish you hadn't been a toilet tonight, sweetheart,” she said diplomatically.

“So you're ashamed of me for being a toilet?” I asked with a vulnerable inflection, and she shook her head no.

“No baby I'm not ashamed of you,” she said in a soft tone, but then she saw the doubt on my face and relented. “I'm very proud of you, honey.”

“Because I was a toilet?” I pressed, and with that same look of resignation, she nodded. “How come you don't say it that way?”

Seeing the conflicted look on her face, I told her, “It feels like you're ashamed.”

“No baby, I'm not ashamed at all,” she said, her voice filled with regret, then she placed her fingertips under my chin and lifted it so that I was looking at her. “I'm very proud of you for being a toilet tonight, Simon.”

“Are you proud of how much poop I ate tonight?” I asked her, and she nodded again. “Are you proud of me for eating dog poop?”

“I know that makes you feel very special,” she said, brushing the bangs away from my forehead with her fingertips.

“I was a really busy toilet today,” I said listlessly, resting my head on her shoulder. “I want to be even busier tomorrow.”

“I'm sure you will be, baby,” she assured me.

“Did grandma call?” I asked, wondering if they'd seen the clip I shared on my wall.

“We're going to talk tonight,” she told me.

“What about daddy?” I asked, and she picked up her phone to show me that he texted. I smiled when I read that he saw the clip of me being fed and fucked after school.

“He's going to come for a visit soon, Simon,” she told me.

“Do you think he's going to have a talk with me about being a toilet and a slut?” I asked, and she kissed me on the cheek.

“He's certainly going to talk to you about being a toilet, honey,” she said. Then with a warm smile, she added, “He's very proud of his gay boy. And so am I.”

With that, I pulled up the clips of me being fed at the alley that day and watched them. I studied her face for a reaction as she watched me enjoying brown load after brown load, my naughty smile evident in every clip. When I showed her the clip of my brown shower, she bristled a little but didn't admonish me. When I stood side by side with the nine year old and showed off my little dick, she kissed me on top of the head. And when I played the clip of me taking a deep buttfucking in the alley, she simply held me tighter and rocked me. I kept count of all the poop loads I took as we watched each one and felt a sizzle run through me as the number kept growing.

“Are you proud of how much caca I had tonight, mama?” I asked while we were watching the clip of Mitchell's daddy pinching several loaves off over my mouth and face.

“You ate a lot of poop today, sweetheart, and I'm so proud of you for that,” she said with a warm smile, then she cupped my head and kissed it. I curled my legs up in her lap and let her rock me for a while, letting my mind race with naughty, poop related fantasies while my tummy cramped.

I watched her finish her supper, dreaming about all of the hot poop loads I'd taken that day, and dreaming about the loads I wanted to take the next day. I felt a powerful wave of gastric pressure wash over my entire body and felt a shiver consume me, knowing I was about to indulge in more poop play.

Up Next: The line for the toilet grows longer

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