Michael Makes Poopies  (Mb,nepi,toddler,fondling,scat)

by UpsiteDown



   Michael's mother walked up the path to my front door leading the two
year-old by the hand.  She was clearly in a rush, clearly upset at
something.  I greeted them at the door and smiled down at the boy.  She
paid me a few bucks an hour to watch him, but my real prize was access to
his young body.  He was getting well-trained in the art of pleasing a man.

   "Hey bud, how are you?" I asked cheerfully.  For whatever reason,
Michael had never said a word to me, or anyone else for that matter.  He
communicated mostly though nodding his head and pointing.  His mom was
worried of course, but the doctors had said that he was just not ready to
talk yet.  He smiled back at me.  "You doing okay?" I said, directing the
question to his mother.

   "Yeah, a friend coming in from out of town was going to get a rental car
at the airport but she called and said there was a paperwork mix up so I
have to get her." she said, clearly annoyed at life.  "Thanks for being so
accommodating."

   "Oh it's not a bother, I really enjoy the time I spend with Michael." I
said, genuinely telling the truth.  "Have a safe trip, I'll see you later
this afternoon." Michael's mom walked back down the path and we watched and
waved as she pulled out of the driveway.  I took Michael's hand and let him
inside.

   "I thought we'd watch a movie while your mom is gone, Michael, is that
alright?"

   He nodded at me.

   "The thing is, this is a special kind of movie and you can't be wearing
any clothes when you watch it." It was getting tiresome to have to come up
with excuses as to why he needed to be naked, but for now it did the trick
just fine.  Without hesitation, Michael took off his shirt and struggled to
get out of his jeans.  I leaned down and helped him undo his belt and
unbutton the pants.  I pushed them down to the floor and Michael stepped
out of them wearing only his white cotton undies.  Putting one hand in the
middle of the waistband on both the front and back of the underwear, I
pulled them down permitting my fingers to pass briefly over his little
cock.

   I walked over to my laptop on the coffee table and selected a video from
my personal private stash.  When the video started up, a man was caressing
the penis of a boy of maybe six years old.  The child was laying naked on a
bed with his head turned to the side to accept the adult's cock in his
young mouth.  Now that the movie was playing, I returned to the sofa and
sat down.

   Michael's perfect naked body stood before me - a living, breathing sex
toy made solely for the purpose of satiating my lust.  I sat for a second -
marveling at the wonders and complexity that went into a system like the human
body that now existed only to keep his tiny penis and tight rectum
functioning.  On the laptop screen the little boy continued to suck on the
man's penis.

   I hoisted him up into my lap, his cute little bottom sitting just above
my cock, which jutted up between his legs, brushing against his tiny penis.
As we watched the video, I gently massaged his soft skin, sliding my hands
over his chest and rubbing his nipple buds.  It was such a tease to know
that his tight baby rectum was just inches from my cock.  The video
continued, the man encouraging the boy and enjoying having the head of his
cock inside a child's mouth.  My hands roamed over Michael's body, savoring
every inch of his perfect skin.

   Michael started to fidget in my lap a little bit.

   "You okay, buddy?" I asked, "You need to go potty?"

   He nodded, his eyes still fixed on the screen.  "Pee pee?" I asked. 
Michael shook his head `no'.

   "Oh okay, you need to make poopies, do you?"

   He nodded again, time to set the plan in motion.

   "Well bud, the bathroom is in the other room and you don't want to have
to stop watching the movie, do you?"

   Another head shake of `no'.

   "Then we have a problem, don't we?" I said, feigning concern and
puzzlement.  "I've got it!" I said in a faux-eureka moment.  "Just this
once, why don't you just make poopies on the floor?  We can clean it up
later, and you won't miss any of the movie!"

   Michael thought for a moment and then nodded his agreement.

   "Okay, but just make sure you lean forward and look between your legs so
that you don't accidentally make poopies on anything, got it?"

   He nodded again and climbed down off the couch, taking a few steps
toward the center of the room.

   Michael bent forward placing his hands on the floor, his legs straight
so his little bottom stuck up in the air.  "I'll help watch and make sure
nothing goes wrong."

   I knelt behind him, placing my face against his butt cheeks with my nose
next to his tiny crinkly anus.  I gently slid my hand up the soft flesh of
his leg enjoying the warmth of his child body.  When my fingers reached his
semi-hard penis I took it in my finger tips and began stroking off the
toddler.  I inhaled through my nose, enjoying the distinctive, earthy aroma
of a little boy's bottom.  Unable to control my perverted lust for the boy,
I ran my tongue around the outside of his asshole, flicking it with the
tip. Michael startled a little bit, not used to the rough, wet feeling of
getting his first rim job.

   His inexperience was a huge turn-on and my cock somehow got even harder.
"It's okay, buddy, it's okay!" As I continued to fondle my little friend's
genitals I could hear his breath quicken.  Not wanting to rub his little
penis raw, I paused to spit on my fingers before continuing to massage his
cock, now coated with pedophile saliva.  So many sick, perverted thoughts
raced through my mind as I molested the little boy.  His nubile body could
bring me infinite pleasure as long as I introduced him to the world of
raunch gently and didn't scare him away.  After a minute or so I saw his
little anus start to flex as the boy struggled to hold in his poop.  Eager
for the show, I stood up behind him.

   "It's okay Michael, you can go poopies!" I said, my fingers sliding up
and down my shaft.  Michael seemed hesitant even with my coaching.  "It's
alright kiddo, you can do it!"

   With my encouragement, Michael's little asshole slowly opened and a
snake of boy poo began to emerge.  Whenever I saw a little boy or girl
pooping I was always amazed that it could be as big as it was.  Despite
having a rectum no larger than a nickel Michael's two year-old body
expelled a brown shit log easily the size of a quarter.  It fell to the
floor, leaving streaks on his ass cheeks and one place on his leg. 
Michael's anus was no longer the clean crinkle it had been - my dirty
little toy and just pooped for a man!  Bits of poop clung to the opening
and it took all my willpower to not thrust my cock inside his poopy bottom.
On my computer, the boy's mouth continued to pleasure the man's penis and
with a grunt he came in the boy's mouth.  The child in the video couldn't
possibly keep all of the warm cum in his mouth and it spurted out around
the man's thick shaft.

   As I watched the child on the screen struggle against the pool of cum he
had just received, I could feel my own balls tighten and I knew orgasm
wasn't far off.  Before me, was the glorious bottom of my toddler boy toy
with little globs of poop still clinging to his ass cheeks.  I placed my
left hand on his bottom, still jerking myself off with my right.  My heart
was pounding and I moaned loudly.  I just barely managed to aim my cock at
his tight little hole before I came.  My warm cum flowed out of me and
completely covered Michael's poopy shit hole.  As my cock slowly softened a
little trickle of my cum ran down Michael's leg and onto the pile of his
poop.  I admired the sight before me and smiled.  Michael's tight bottom
couldn't be more obscene.

   "Okay Michael, stand up and face me." Michael straightened up and
turned, being careful to not step in his own poop.  The child's cock was
sticking out at me and his smooth ball sack was pulled up tight against his
young body.  I knelt before him and took his cock between two finger and
gently moved it around to examine it in detail.  It was perfectly smooth
and delicate, such a pure thing.  It was about the size of my pinky finger
but yet embodied the true essence of `little boy'.  The glans perched atop
the shaft wasn't covered by foreskin so I could see the beautiful shape of
it interrupted only by his miniature pee hole.

   I leaned forward and lovingly took the child cock into my eager mouth,
wrapping my adult tongue around his boyhood.  This was nothing new to
Michael; he'd felt my warm mouth on his penis before, and I knew he liked
it.  I held him close to me with left left hand on his bottom and ran my
right hand up his little thigh as I relished the taste of his undeveloped
penis.  The perfume of his poop wafted into my nose and just made me lust
after him more.  Here was a child standing naked over a pile of his own
shit, some of which still adorned his little bottom, his tender cock
engulfed in a man's warm, wet mouth, the same man who moments before had
pressed his cock against the child's anus and covered the shit-covered
opening with sperm.

   I was getting so turned on again that I must have been bumping Michael
with my head.  He instinctively reached down and held onto my hair for
support.  It was almost as if the boy was holding my head in place, making
sure my lips never left his cock.  My right hand continued up his legs and
I reached behind him to run my fingers between his ass cheeks.  There were
still tiny little pieces of shit on his bottom and I began to slowly push
them back into his rectum with my finger tip.  His muscles tightened a
little at first and I heard him gasp quietly out of surprise.  Soon I had
my index finger buried in his tight little ass up to the second knuckle.  I
rotated my finger to find the child's prostate and began rubbing it the way
I liked it done to me.

   Michael's breath had quickened noticeably and I knew the little tyke was
loving his blowjob and prostate massage.  Despite having recently shot my
load all the perverted lust I was feeling for Michael was starting to make
me hard again.  My tongue was running circles around the child's penis and
my lips caressed his shaft while my finger invaded his rectum and pleasured
his prostate.  I knew I was going to cum again.  I removed my finger from
Michael's bottom, still stained with toddler poop.  Reaching through my
legs and pushed the tip of my finger into my own ass while I kept my mouth
locked firmly on Michael's cock.  Knowing that I was pushing bits of child
poop into my ass was too much and without even touching my cock I shot
another load of sperm onto Michael's legs and feet.

   Once I'd recovered I slowly withdrew my head from Michael's cock and my
finger from my ass.  I was absolutely spent and leaned back on my elbows,
the boy still standing patiently in front of me, my cum splattered on his
legs and bottom.  I smiled at him and he smiled back, perhaps knowing that
he had done well and did exactly what an adult had told him.

   "Good boy!" I managed to say between breaths.  "Now let's get you
cleaned up." I rose, took him by the hand, and walked my shit-stained,
cum-covered toy to the bath.

 
THE END

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