Message-ID: <44023asstr$1061323807@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Originating-Email: [coproman69@hotmail.com] From: "Scat Boy" Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 19 Aug 2003 05:06:10.0961 (UTC) FILETIME=[9B1FF010:01C3660F] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2003 05:06:10 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} The Little Boy Next Door - Part 2 (M/b, oral, farting, analingus) x-asstr-message-id-hack: 44023 Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2003 16:10:07 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, newsman The Little Boy Next Door - Part 2 by Coproman Ever since my first sexual encounter with Kip, my new six-year-old neighbor, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I was imagining all the things I wanted to introduce him to and how he'd react to them. Once, in the midst of fucking my girlfriend, I imagined his face underneath me and that instead of plugging her pussy I was jamming my joint down his throat. After I came, she held my face in her hands and said, "I really turned you on this time, didn't I?" I just smiled and nodded, thinking, If you only knew! A full month passed before I got another opportunity to be alone with Kip and move our relationship to the next level. Fortunately I knew a couple of weeks in advance that my family would be away, so I was able to prepare for our encounter by stopping my daily masturbation a week before and finding a good excuse to avoid my girlfriend. I was also able to let Kip know that we would be getting together again and that he should prepare for our meeting by changing his diet. "Why?" he had asked, when I'd handed him a bag and told him he should start eating what was in it the day before we got together. When I reminded him of what I had asked for during our last encounter and how he had not been able to give me, he immediately understood and just stared at me, frowning and smiling at the same time. "You sure you want me to do that to you?" he finally asked. "Positive," I said. "You don't mind, do you?" "I guess not." **************************************** It seemed as if our get-together day would never come, but eventually it did. I couldn't wait for my parents to drive off, and once they did, I couldn't wait to get started. Apparently neither could Kip, because it took him all of thirty seconds after they had left to ring my doorbell. I quickly let him in and he pushed past me, heading for my bedroom, stripping his clothes off along the way. When I didn't follow fast enough, he turned to me and said, "Come on!" "What's the rush? They're gonna be gone all day." " 'Cause I gotta fart," he said, "and if you don't hurry up, you gonna miss it." Of course I quickened my pace, and by the time I got to the door of my bedroom, Kip was already butt naked and on my bed on all fours, with his sweet little light-skinned ass sticking up in the breeze. Immediately getting horny, I approached that ass, spread it open and stuck my nose against his anus just as he let go with a loud fart, which took several seconds to sputter out. "I had to do that since before they left," he explained. "But I held it in till I came over." "Good," I panted, as I continued to inhale the shitty odor. Kip then turned all the way around to look at me. "So how it smell? Don't it stink?" "Yeah." "So why you want me to do it in your face?" " 'Cause it turns me on. "For real?" "Yep." Kip gave me his special combination smile/frown again then looked at my crotch and said, "Lemme see." I looked down there too; sure enough, I was sporting a fierce boner. "Oooo!" Kip responded as he stared at my erection. He reached out, pulled it down, then let it go, giggling when it sprang back up, slapped my stomach and bounced up and down for a second or two. "And I guess you want me to do something about that, huh?" Yeah," I said, "but not yet. Let me get a couple of more farts first." "How you know I gotta fart again?" he asked. "Didn't you eat those beans I gave you?" "Yeah." "Then that's how I know," I said. "So do you?" "Yeah, I think so," he said, " 'cause my stomach's making noises." "Then get back down." Kip resumed his head down/tail up position on the bed and I resumed mine, with my face in his ass crack. While I waited, I spread his cheeks and carefully examined every inch of his young asshole. It was a perfectly puckered pink hole with flecks of tan-colored shit sticking to the sides. I pressed my nose against it and sniffed hard several times. As the rich odor of fresh shit filled my nostrils and my dick got even harder, I instantly made up my mind what I would do to the six-year-old's anus right after it delivered its gaseous offering to me. "Here it come," Kip suddenly said, and half a second later a blast of air hit my face, accompanied by a foul oniony odor, which enveloped my head like a cloud. "Nnggh," I grunted, instinctively backing away a little from the awful smell; but the perverted part of me forced my head forward again until my nose was plastered in the crack of his behind. I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with his gas. Just as I was doing this I heard a muffled "blurrrppp!" as another fart bubbled out of the boy's butt hole, assaulting my nostrils with even worse fumes. "Oh, fuck!" I muttered, using the same words I'd heard a woman on an amateur videotape use after her male lover had deliberately farted in her face. But, of course, neither she nor I took our noses out of the offending anuses, because such humiliation was exactly what we wanted, exactly what we craved. "Yeah, smell my fart," Kip whispered, and right after saying this, he wiggled his ass in my face, as if sensing that doing so would increase my excitement, which it certainly did. Not only that--it also broke down my final layer of resistance and, without further hesitation, I spread the boy's asshole open even wider and replaced my nose with my tongue, spearing it as far as I could into the tight, smelly opening. It wasn't often that Kip was shocked into total silence, but this was one of those times. Even though he wasn't saying anything, though, I knew his head was turned back because I could feel him looking at me as I slurped at his anus. After a couple of minutes, he reached back and touched my head, and I pulled back and looked at him. There was an expression of total incredulity on his face, beyond the smile/frown he usually gave me. He just couldn't believe that I would stick my tongue in the same place his shit came from. The butt staring and sniffing he could understand, even the fart smelling; but his six-year-old brain just couldn't process this asshole licking. The boy's "How-can-you-do-something-so-disgusting?" look, however, just turned me on all the more, and after exchanging an extended glance with him, I went back to tonguing his anus, but with renewed intensity, going so deep that I found myself sucking little gobs of shit out of his rectum. "Hold up a minute," Kip finally said. "I gotta fart again." Hearing this, I withdrew my tongue from his asshole but kept my lips pressed around it. A rush of air entered my mouth and I actually swallowed it, only to belch it right back up again, and it was only then that it hit my nose and I realized that it was just as stinky as his other farts had been. As soon as Kip heard me burp, he again turned his head back. "What you did? Swallowed it?" I nodded and the smile/frown quickly returned to the boy's face. "And you tasted it?" "No," I said, "all I could do was smell it, after I belched." Once more Kip gave me that intrigue-mixed-with-disgust expression, and once more just seeing it increased my horniness. That was when I decided that now was the time to test the boy's knowledge and teach him a couple of things, because I had no intention of losing my load on his hand, this time. "Kip, do you know what 'fucking' is?" He stared back at me. "Yeah, that's when the man sticks his thing in the lady's...the lady's..." "Pussy," I said. He frowned, unsure. "That's the place between her legs where the man's dick goes," I said. "Remember what was in that book you found in your mom's room? Here, I'll show you." I reached under my bed and dug around until I found one of my porno magazines. I then flipped through it until I found a big, clear picture of a guy with his pole half-way buried in a woman's snatch. "See?" I said, pointing. "That's a pussy. Haven't you ever seen your mother or sister naked?" He nodded. "Well, that's what's between their legs. All girls have one." Kip studied the photo carefully then said, "Yeah, I see. But I wasn't sure what you called it." "Well, when a guy and a girl are fucking, the guy gets more and more horny until, finally, that same white stuff I shot on your hand--the sperm--shoots in her pussy. And if it stays in there long enough, she'll have a baby. That's why, if the man doesn't want to give the woman a baby, he'll pull his dick out of her right before he's ready to come and shoot his sperm on her stomach or in her pussy hair." "Is that what you do with your girlfriend?" Kip asked. "No, because I don't have a girlfriend," I lied. "So whenever I get horny I just jack off, like I did when you and me were together. But it's not good to waste good sperm by shooting it on your hand," I added. "It's always better to share it with somebody." "But what if it's two guys, like you and me?" "Then one guy has to let the other guy use his mouth for a pussy," I said, "and the one whose mouth is the pussy has to swallow the sperm. That's the only way they can share it." Again Kip frowned. "But if you swallow it, won't a baby grow inside you?" I chuckled. "No, that only happens to girls, and only if the guy shoots it in her pussy. When two guys share, they don't have to worry about that." Kip considered this for a moment and quietly asked, "So can we share yours?" I smiled, thinking, I thought you'd ever ask! but saying, "Sure, I'd love to share with you." Ten seconds later I was lying back on my bed, my legs spread and my jeans and drawers bunched up around one ankle, as Kip's head once again bobbed up and down in my lap. "Yeah, suck that dick!" I moaned. I could hear the spit sloshing around in his mouth as his smooth young lips slid up and down my shaft. Then he edged his hands under my ass and squeezed, causing me to jerk up, sending my dick to the back of his throat. Amazingly, he didn't gag; he just made a gurgling sound, stopped for a second to compose himself, then continued to suck me off. As I got closer and closer to coming, I lifted my head enough to watch Kip at work. Seeing my bloated seven-inch pole disappearing over and over inside the first-grader's mouth was the height of obscenity for me and the sight soon became too much to bear. Grabbing the back of his head with both hands, I prepared to christen his virgin mouth. "Oh, shit! I'm coming! Take it, Kip! Take it all right down your fuckin' throat!" I yelled. I guess Kip was expecting to swallow about the same amount of come he'd seen me shoot when we'd fooled around the first time. But being that I was nineteen, terribly turned on, and hadn't jacked off for seven days, I proceeded to pump a humongous load into the six-year-old's mouth, so much that his eyes flew open in surprise and, in a panic, he struggled to pull away from the gushing organ. But I kept my hands locked around his head, and my dick buried in his throat, forcing him to swallow repeatedly to keep from choking. I was determined to have him slurp down every last drop of the flood of sperm, and at some point Kip must have realized this, because he stopped struggling and settled down to doing what he knew he had to do. Finally my balls emptied themselves. "Ahh, fuck--that was so good," I moaned, releasing my grip on Kip's head, as my dick, still in his mouth, began to shrink. "So how did you like it?" Kip slowly lifted his head until my prong popped out of his mouth; it made a wet, smacking noise, and a long strand of either spit or come or both stretched from his lips to my piss slit. He had to swallow a few more times then burp before he could answer me. "I guess it was okay," he finally said, "But how come there was so MUCH? At first, I thought you was PEEING in my mouth." "Sorry about that," I said. "I didn't know I had so much in me. I think I came like that because you did such a good job sucking me off; your mouth was the perfect pussy." When I said that, I could see the pride in Kip's eyes; he was happy that he had been able to satisfy me. I was about to turn my attention to his erection when the doorbell rang. "That might be Leesha," he said. "Just a minute!" I yelled, while fumbling to find and put on my bathrobe, which was what I usually wore around the house. Once I had it on, I dashed down the hall, scooping up the clothes that Kip had dropped on the floor from the front door to my bedroom when he'd come in. Handing them to him in a pile, I pushed him into the bathroom and slammed the door. I then took a deep breath, wiped the sweat off my forehead, walked to the door and looked through the peephole. It was indeed Alicia, so I opened the door. "Hi," she said. "Is Kip over there?" "Yeah, but he's in the bathroom right now." "Well, tell him his lunch is ready." "Okay," I said. My eyes followed the eleven-year-old's ass all the way back to her apartment, and she must have sensed that I was staring at her, because just as she was about to close the door, she looked around at me and smiled. I smiled back before closing my door. When I came back inside Kip was just coming out of the bathroom, fully dressed and the picture of innocence. "Was that Leesha?" he asked. "Yeah. She said your lunch is ready." He slowly started towards the front door but stopped about half way there. "What's the matter?" I asked. He glanced then bashfully averted his eyes. After a long pause he said, "Before I go, I want you to do something." "What?" Again he hesitated. I was expecting him to say that he wanted me to suck him off, so I was surprised when he finally he said, "Do one in my face." A second or two passed before it hit me what he was asking for, and when it did, my face lit up, reflecting my delight. "You mean, you want me to fart in your face?" With his face now scrunched up into a frown, he looked at me and just nodded quickly. "Are you sure?" Again came a quick nod, and I smiled in admiration that he wanted to try it. He probably wanted to see what I got out of it and if he would experience the same thrill. "Okay then," I said, "Let's do it." Kip was wearing that half frown/half smile of his again as he sheepishly followed me into my bedroom. I slipped my bathrobe off and got up on my bed on my hands and knees. I was about to put my head down so my ass would stick up but before I did, I turned to give Kip some instructions. "Now when I get down, just hold on to my legs, stick your face in my butt, and press your nose up against my asshole. And when I do it, don't hold your breath; breathe it in, okay?" Once more he nodded, and as soon as I assumed the position I felt his hands on my thighs and his face in my ass crack. When I also felt on my anus the puffs of air from his nostrils, I got so excited that I wondered if I would be able to come through. But once I bent over, it wasn't long before my stomach began to rumble, and it was then that I knew Kip was going to get his wish. "Get ready," I warned, and right after I said that, the boy actually pushed his face more firmly into my ass. I should have gotten an award for that fart. It started as a loud "blatt!" then, just like his first fart in my face, sputtered for several seconds, blasting directly into the six-year-old's nose. "Ugghh!" he complained, as the awful-smelling gas bombarded him. But as terrible as the odor was, Kip never once backed way, and after he'd recovered from the initial shock of the stench, I actually heard him sniffing it in! "Yeah, smell it, Kip! Sniff my fart!" The boy kept his face plastered in the crack of my ass for a couple of minutes then pulled away. I turned my head to see him frowning severely. "So what'd you think?" Still frowning, he just shook his head. "That's okay," I said. "You don't have to do that for me. But I'm glad you at least wanted to try it." I turned over onto my back. "But you like doing it to me, right?" He smiled and nodded. "So you think you could do one more for me before you go?" "Maaaaybe," Kip teased. "Then come over here and sit on my face," I said. The boy's face beamed as he quickly stripped off all his clothes again, climbed up on my chest and turned around. I reached up and gently pressed my palms against his ass cheeks to guide his descent onto my nose. When he was in position, I moved my hands and Kip's bubble butt landed directly on my face, completely covering it and forcing the back of my head into the mattress. I had no idea just how heavy his small four-foot frame was until I felt the full weight of it on my face. "Mmmppff!" I mumbled, as his ass pressed heavily against my nose and mouth, nearly suffocating me. Realizing that he had cut off my air supply, Kip lifted up a little, just enough to uncover his asshole, upon which he farted directly in my nostrils then sat back down and grinded his ass in his face, forcing the foul odor into every inch of my breathing air. "Yeah, smell it! Smell that stink fart!" the six-year-old said, as he continued to gyrate his ass in my face. Underneath, I revelled in the abuse that this first-grader was administering to me. I grabbed his thighs and pulled his ass even harder onto my face, burying my nose into his shit hole. When I again couldn't breathe, I pushed his ass off my face and panted, "Turn around." As soon as he did, I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him forward, docking his three inches of hard dick between my pursed lips. "Oooo!" Kip cooed, as he slid into my mouth. "Now YOUR mouth is the pussy!" Immediately he began to pump his hips, his boner pistoning in and out of my mouth and his balls bouncing off my bottom lip. Again I marveled at how naturally Kip took to things, moving on top of me as if he had been fucking guys in the mouth for years, and once more I wondered if this were indeed his first experience. For all I knew, he and his little friends were fucking each other in the mouth every time they got together to "play." But, as I eventually did before, I nixed that notion, because of his inexperienced moves, like the few times he accidentally pulled all the way out of my mouth and slid along the bridge of my nose. Still, he was a quick learner, and in no time he was humping my face like a pro. After several strokes, he propped himself up on his arms so he could fuck my face more comfortably; also this way he could look underneath himself and see his dick going in and out of my mouth. I knew he was watching, because a few times, when I opened my eyes and tilted my head back, I caught his gaze, and each time I did, there was a bit more of a grimace on his young face and he was breathing more heavily. I was really getting off on being used this way by a someone so young and immature; more specifically, I loved the idea that, at only six years of age, Kip was losing his virginity in my mouth. But, of course, all good things have to end, and in the midst of his banging away at my face in a frenzy--his sweaty, hairless crotch now repeatedly slapping my face as his cock charged in and out of my mouth--he suddenly stiffened. "Aahhh!" Kip yelped, as if in pain. Hearing this, I grabbed his ass even more tightly and pulled him as close to me as I could, plastering his groin against my face. He began to tremble and groan, and his prick pulsated between my lips as he experienced an intense dry come. After several seconds, I felt Kip's whole body relax; I rolled him off my face and turned toward him. He just lay there limply with this weird, almost dreamy expression on his face as he gazed back at me. Further down, his shrinking penis glistened with my spit. I smiled. "So how'd it feel to come?" I asked. "Mmmmm..." he responded, closing his eyes and smiling. At this point the doorbell rang again and we both heard Alicia saying, "Hurry up, Kip! Your food's gettin' cold!" "Well, I guess you better get going, before she thinks something is going on." The boy seemed not to hear me, as he continued to lie there smiling, basking in the afterglow of what was probably his first orgasm. Finally, he nonchalantly got up. I picked up his jeans, underwear and tee shirt and helped him get dressed. When we were done, he briefly checked himself out in my mirror then strolled out of my bedroom. "Listen up," I said, as I followed him to the front door. "They might ask you why your face is flushed, so you need to tell them that we were wrestling or something, okay?" He looked me at, nodded, and left. After I locked the door behind him, I replayed in my head everything we had done and a warm feeling radiated inside me. If I thought before that we had reached a point of no return, now I knew it. We were hooked on each other's bodies and would need to see each other on a regular basis to satisfy urges that were beginning to grow wild inside us. 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