Jimmy Visits the Fudge Factory, a story by Josh Terrence

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Author's note: This short story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, 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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From Chapter Six:

"Mmm!" the boy moaned gutturally, jutting his hips back as a powerful swell of anal desire overwhelmed him. The man watched with amazement as little Jimmy Smith smeared, smashed and swallowed the load with a decadent smile on his young face. When the load was down, the man got back into position and brought his ass back down over Jimmy's mouth, then another explosive fart rang out and Jimmy's mouth filled up with another hot pile of shit. Once again, James watched with a warm smile as his baby boy savored the hot load with a greedy smile on his face. When he swallowed his gift, the boy dutifully licked his feeder's ass clean while he unbuttoned his jeans and eased them off his hips.

This time, instead of jerking off into the boy's mouth, the man pulled Jimmy up at the hips and fucked a furious anal orgasm out of him before blowing his own load up the boy's tight ass.

When he pulled out, James gave him $10 and the man quickly exited the stall.

Chapter Seven: Jimmy Eats at the Pantload Buffet 💩

The stench in the cab of James' truck was powerful as he drove away from the park. Snuggled into his side was Jimmy, whose glazed over smile was frozen in place as he used his tongue to smash and smear the thick layer of shit that was caked to the lining of his cheeks and the roof of his mouth. In his pants, his little boner was dancing around while his rear end experienced a series of rhythmic contractions that had started long before he was back in the truck with his daddy.

Ten minutes earlier, as the second stranger was leaving the stall, Jimmy was on the floor of the men's room, sitting on his pleasured rear end with his short, skinny legs spread wide. His small erection was pressed tight to his bald pubic bone, and he had a look of sheer debauchery on his otherwise cherubic face as he watched his daddy lock the door to the stall and unbuckle his belt. From the floor, it looked to Jimmy as if his daddy's fly fell open as soon as the belt buckle was loose, then James's massive erection sprang free and a strand of precum sailed through the air, barely missing Jimmy's leg as it landed on the cold concrete floor.

"You ready for daddy's shit load, son?" the man asked, and Jimmy nodded.

Biting his lower lip, the horny 12 year old scrambled to his knees and tilted his head back. With a lick of his shit smeared lips, Jimmy opened his mouth and felt his little body burst with pleasure as James squatted far enough to settle his ass over it. When he felt the heat pouring out of his daddy's asshole, the turd burglar moaned and placed the tip of his tongue at its base. With a firm push, James' thighs tensed up and his hole bloomed, then the brown head of a soft turd made its appearance and Jimmy experienced a powerful anal orgasm.

As his orgasm was taking shape, so was James' turd. It emerged with a gastric squelch -- not quite a fart, but still quite audible, then it filled Jimmy's watering mouth in an instant.

"Mmm!" Jimmy moaned, barely even taking note of the stink that accompanied James' offering because he was so enamored with the heat, flavor and the sheer mass that he was being treated to. As soon as it pinched off, though, the dark, sharp stink rolled into Jimmy's nose and the little shit lover shivered with delight. Sealing his lips around the treasure in his mouth, the naughty toilet took his time, savoring the hot turd with blissful moans while his boygasm raged.

"That's what my boy needed, isn't it?" James said with a soothing tone, and Jimmy nodded as his tongue took pass after pass through the moist brown load he was enjoying so much. "Daddy's got another turd for you, Jimmy. Are you going to swallow what you have?"

With nothing but desire leading the way, Jimmy shook his head no and tilted his head back again, opening his already crammed mouth and watching with needy eyes as James nodded in understanding. Without a word, the doting father got back into position by settling his ass over Jimmy's shit filled mouth. Jimmy was moaning around his mouthful as James pushed, then another turd was delivered for his dining pleasure. As the long, lone turd forced its way into his mouth, Jimmy's already burning pleasure receptors felt like they'd had gasoline thrown on them. He could feel the massive log bully its way into the brown, stinky mass that he was already enjoying, packing it tight as it invaded his mouth. When it broke off, Jimmy's muffled moans were echoing off the walls of the brick building while hot pee shot from his little erection.

James gushed as he watched his little shit lover experience ecstasy at a heightened level. He used his hand to gently caress his son's bulging cheek and assessed the situation. Realizing that Jimmy might not be able to regain his faculties in time to walk out of the stall on his own two feet, he gave his little toilet the time he needed to indulge in the mouthful he was moaning around. He took a seat on the toilet and helped Jimmy to his feet, then steadied him with a small hug.

Taking stock of his little shit lover, James saw that there was still a large portion of his firm turd protruding between Jimmy's pooching lips. It was slowly bobbing up and down while the boy took his time and used his tongue to macerate his impacted mouthful. Framing the turd were thick shit smears around his mouth and on his forehead. Hot piss was still pouring out of Jimmy's boy boner and the boy was standing on wobbly legs. When they made eye contact, Jimmy smiled around his bulging mouthful and used two fingertips to press on the end of the turd, cramming it all the way into his mouth.

"My little shit lover's in paradise right now, isn't he?" James said with a warm smile, and Jimmy nodded while another tidal wave of orgasmic energy washed over him. As a new band of climax induced shivers gripped his body, his legs started to buckle and he leaned into his daddy for more support. Sensing his son's state of heightened pleasure, James reacted by gathering the little toilet up in his arms and rocking him gently.

"Does daddy need to carry you to the truck?" James asked, and Jimmy nodded. "Are you ready to swallow that naughty mouthful?"

This time, Jimmy shook his head no, his bulging, shit smeared cheeks and lips moving from side to side while James gave him an approving smile. Through the boy's lips, the brown mass was clearly visible, and James knew it would be obvious to anyone who happened to see them that Jimmy was indulging in a mouthful of shit. Wanting to take some of the pressure off of his son's stretching cheeks and lips, the man cupped his boy's head and planted a deep kiss on his mouth. As his tongue pressed into the impacted shit pile in Jimmy's mouth, James sought out his boy's tongue and they shared a shit filled kiss. As their tongues danced, the man slipped a finger up Jimmy's ass and felt it clamp down violently.

Filled with his own desire, James removed his finger and pressed the angry head of his prick up to Jimmy's entrance. With one stroke, Jimmy's rear end opened up and swallowed his entire length while the little shit lover moaned into his daddy's mouth. Breaking their kiss, James bucked his hips, thrusting his burning cock in his son's tight, climaxing ass for less than a minute until his spunk filled the warm cavity.

When his climax ended, James sat back and swallowed while Jimmy's ass continued to constrict around his prick. Jimmy rested his head on James's shoulder with a satisfied sigh and continued to make pass after pass through his slightly smaller mouthful with his tongue while his daddy held him close. Finally, James pulled out and scooted his son out of his lap while the boy continued to moan greedily around his mouthful of soft shit.

With that, James pulled Jimmy's pants up and hiked his own pants, then he picked his baby boy up and carried him to the truck with a hasty pace. When Jimmy was buckled in, the pair drove off and headed home while the young toilet continued to enjoy the shit that was caked to the inside of his mouth. 💩

At 4pm, Carrie was working in her garden while James was working on his project car in the garage. The odor of multiple shit loads was wafting into her nose, prompting her to look over at Jimmy, who was squatting beside her, digging a small trench with a spade. She gave him a loving smile, knowing that he was enjoying the stink that was rolling off of his little body. Infused with the smell of shit was the unmistakable smell of dried piss, emanating from the seat of his pants.

That's because as soon as they got home from the park, the young toilet pissed his pants in the garage. He refused to get in the shower with James when the man beckoned him upstairs to get cleaned up after his feedings at the park. Instead, he opted to follow his mom around the backyard, so she put him to work in the garden, where she was planting some summer vegetables.

At some point, Jimmy's pants started to dry in the late afternoon sunlight and the smell of shit was enhanced by the aroma of dried piss. While they were working, Jimmy could feel a load in his bowels and knew he needed to move them. Disregarding the urgent signal from his sphincter, he told her about his feedings.

"Daddy took me to the park and I was the toilet there," the little boy boasted, using his forearm to protect his eyes from the glare of the sun as he talked to his mom. "When we got there, a stranger went poop for me."

"Oh yeah?" Carrie said with an amused smile, knowing that her boy was getting a thrill from regaling his naughty story. As she looked down at the dried out patch of pee in the front of his pants, she spotted the outline of his boy rod, which was rock hard and standing straight up.

"Yep, then daddy paid him," Jimmy chirped with a grin, revealing that the inside of his mouth was still adorned with errant dollops of shit and his teeth were badly smeared with it.

"Is that why you smell like poop, honey?" she asked, and Jimmy nodded.

"After he left, another stranger came in and pooped for me, too," the little turd burglar announced with a dreamy inflection in his tone. "It was soft like diarrhea."

"I'm sure you enjoyed that, Jimmy," she said, watching as her little boy's grin deepened. Deciding to humor her son, she asked, "Is that all the poop you ate, honey?"

Jimmy shook his head no as he dug into the dirt with the spade, then he said, "Daddy paid him ten dollars. Then daddy gave me a big poop load."

"It sounds like you had a nice visit to the park, Jimmy," she noted, and the boy nodded again, smiling brownly at his mom. "Did daddy give you a nice pile of turds?"

Jimmy nodded with a soft moan, his tummy starting to cramp with the need to shit. Still disregarding his cramping tummy, he said, "He gave me two piles, mommy."

"It looks like you're still enjoying those piles, Jimmy," Carrie observed. "Do you think you've had your fill today?"

"No," the boy quickly answered, then he bit his lower lip. "I hope more strangers go poop for me, mommy. I hope daddy does, too."

Before Carrie could respond, James walked out the back door in a pair of sweats and came to the garden, smiling knowingly at the site of his shit smeared son working side by side with his wife.

"You doing okay out here, buddy?" James asked, and Jimmy smiled up at him. Giving his boy a wink, he added, "I hope you aren't stinking mommy out of the garden."

"It's a nice smell, daddy," Jimmy countered with a soft inflection in his voice. "I was telling mommy about the strangers at the park."

"Oh yeah?" the man said with a knowing grin. When Jimmy nodded, he said, "You were a busy little toilet today, weren't you?"

Feeling a shiver run through him, Jimmy announced, "I want to be a busier toilet than that."

"It seems like our little turd burglar can't get enough," Carrie said, and Jimmy shook his head no.

"Well I'll let you two get back to work in a minute," James said with a wink. "I just came out here to use my toilet."

"For poop?" Jimmy asked hopefully, and James shook his head no.

"I need to take a piss, buddy," James said.

"Okay!" Jimmy said with an excited tone, scrambling to his feet while his mom and dad smiled knowingly at each other.

His little boner was still straining through the fabric of his jeans as he approached his dad, who unleashed his soft hose and tapped Jimmy's lips with it. Giving off a soft moan, the young toilet wrapped his shit smeared lips around his daddy's glans and formed a nice, tight seal. James shut his eyes and relaxed his bladder, then his flow of piss started and Jimmy began to swallow.

As the hot, forceful piss stream washed over his tongue and through his teeth, it broke up the shit dollops that were hanging from the roof of his mouth and the lining of his cheeks. The little boy moaned as the intense combination of fresh piss and leftover shit filled his senses, both with its smell and its flavor. He let go of a few more spurts of pee that darkened the crotch of his jeans, but his bladder wasn't full enough to totally soak his pants.

Carrie watched from the garden as her son skillfully kept up without wasting a drop of his daddy's yellow nectar until the last drop was swallowed. As the final spurts of piss were shooting out of James' hose and onto Jimmy's tongue, the little boy gazed up at his dad with a smile and sighed without letting the dick fall from his lips.

"He's loving that piss load," Carrie noted, and Jimmy nodded with a moan. "Did daddy wash away all the poop in your mouth?"

Using his tongue to feel around the inside of his mouth, Jimmy shivered when he came across a few leftover smears, then he shook his head no.

"This little turd burglar was loving his feedings," James told her. "When I gave him that last load, he didn't want to swallow. He just wanted to keep it in his mouth and smear it around with his tongue, didn't you Jimmy?"

"Mm-hmm," Jimmy moaned, nodding at the same time.

"He rode all the way home with it," James added.

"He looked like he couldn't wait to pee his pants," Carrie noted, and Jimmy shook his head to affirm that she was right. "And he's been loving his mouthful so much."

Jimmy was so turned on by his parents' back and forth banter about him that he moaned and nodded, then James reached down and used his thumb to trace over his boy's soft brown eyebrows.

"He's been in such a horny mood lately," James added. "I don't know if this boy can get enough shit to satisfy that craving of his."

"Uh uh," Jimmy moaned, shaking his head no again while his mom and dad watched with amusement.

"No?" Carrie asked, prompting Jimmy to reiterate his answer by shaking his head no again, then he grabbed his tummy and winced as another strong gas pain washed over him.

"I reckon he'll need to take a shit sooner rather than later," James told his wife, and once again, Jimmy nodded. "Do you need to go right now, buddy?"

Jimmy shook his head no while his parents gave him knowing looks that told him they doubted his claim. Letting his daddy's prick fall from his lips, the little boy smiled naughtily and said, "I'm not ready to go yet."

"Are you planning to shit your britches again, buddy?" James asked, but before Jimmy could answer, Carrie chimed in.

"Of course he is," she said with a confident smile as she spread out a packet of squash seed in the trench Jimmy dug. "I'm sure he's looking forward to taking a hot shit in his pants, aren't you Jimmy?"

With an enchanted smile, Jimmy sighed, "Yeah. I want to sit in it when I'm done."

With that, both parents gushed over his declaration while Jimmy beamed with a big smile. James went back to the garage and Jimmy wandered back to the garden, where he picked up the spade and got back to work digging another trench so his mom could plant the rest of the seeds.

While Carrie was spacing the seeds for her summer squash she heard the unmistakable sound of an erupting shit load, followed by the moist squelch of several turds being pushed into the seat of her son's pants. Her gaze travelled to her right, where Jimmy was squatting beside her, looking straight ahead with his arms wrapped around his shins. The powerful stink that had been rolling off of his young body intensified immediately, and a hot, odorous wave rose up from the seat of his pants.

A second pile exploded from Jimmy's ass, this time with the sound of a diarrhea ridden fart. Carrie noted that the already massive bulge in the seat of her son's britches expanded again, then a moist ring soaked through his denim jeans that carried with it the tale tell properties of a fresh shit load. Reaching out and running her fingers through Jimmy's piss dampened hair, she asked him, "Are you taking a shit, honey?"

Jimmy turned his head and smiled at her as he nodded his answer, then he gave an easy push and released another batch of turds that smashed directly into his already overloaded britches, causing warm stool to push through the blue striped waistband of his underwear and smear against the skin of his spinal column.

Just when it seemed like he was finished with his bowel movement, Jimmy's little body tensed up and he squeezed out a final loaf while warm pee ran from the end of his hard little dick, darkening the seam of his jeans before it streamed into the dirt underneath him. As his piss stream slowed to a trickle, he let loose with a loud fart that brought a sigh of relief out of the little shit lover while his mom caressed his poop smeared cheek.

"You all finished, baby?" Carrie asked while Jimmy's piss mixed with the dirt.

"Yeah," the boy sighed again, then he picked up the garden spade and continued to dig out the trench for his mom as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

While he was focusing on the task at hand, he felt the overwhelming urge to reach back and manipulate his bulging pant load. Instead of giving in, he would simply give the drooping load a pat from time to time, using his hand to lift it and let it drop. Each time he did this, Carrie would watch with a knowing smile and wait for her son to finally give into the desire he had deep down to smear his pant load around with his hand.

From time to time she would glance over at him, watching as he drew in deep whiffs and palmed his prized pile from the outside of his jeans until he almost couldn't stand it anymore.

Finally, she looked up from her work to see him standing a few feet away from her, looking over his shoulder with a glazed over look in his eyes while he squeezed his naughty pant load over and over again. His hips were churning in a counter clockwise motion while his fingertips pressed into the bulge with reckless abandon. He was moaning gutturally the entire time while soft shit pushed up his back.

"Jimmy, what are you doing over there?" Carrie asked with a knowing tone, prompting her 12 year old to give her a naughty look over his shoulder.

Instead of a verbal reply, the eager little shit lover seemed to increase the pressure of his squeezing, feeling the hot load smashing and smearing against his ass. At the same time, part of his load was pushing out of his underwear through the leg openings. He could feel the warm, moist stool smashing into the back of his legs as it escaped his white briefs, then he let go of another series of hot farts while his mom came over to soothe him.

Placing an arm around his shoulder, she lovingly rubbed his back and tried to calm him down.

"Do you feel better now, Jimmy?" she asked, and he nodded urgently. "How about if we go find daddy and help you enjoy this poop load?"

With a catch in his voice, Jimmy nodded in agreement and barely managed to say, "Yeah."

Seeing that her boy was in a state of sheer depravity and need, Carrie held him close and gave him time to process his carnal feelings. She could feel him shivering as she held his little body and knew he was experiencing intense feelings of desire. The putrid aroma of his pant load was powerful in her nose, and she knew this was the cause of his need. Using her forefinger, she pulled the waistband of his pants and underwear back and examined his pile while he looked over his shoulder and moaned.

Realizing that the sight of his shit load was making him even hornier, she decided to give him some relief by scooping up the smeared shit that had gathered against the small of his back and bringing it to his mouth. Jimmy opened up and accepted the offering with a hot moan, then he looked at her with needy eyes and began macerating it with his tongue. While her baby boy was enjoying his fresh mouthful, Carrie stood up and took his hand.

"You're very hungry for that load, aren't you sweetie?" she said, and he nodded eagerly.

She led him to the garage where James was wiping down a wrench and putting it back in his rolling tool box. When he spotted his wife leading their near frantic son into the garage, he set the wrench down and knelt down to greet his son.

"Everything okay?" he asked with a concerned tone.

"He crapped his pants," Carrie reported, and Jimmy nodded in agreement. "He's hungry now."

"Oh yeah, buddy?" James asked with a smile, but Jimmy's expression looked almost tortured as the need to be a toilet overwhelmed him. Sensing his boy's angst, James pulled the waistband of Jimmy's pants and underwear back and looked in the seat, examining the massive load with a raised eyebrow.

"Do you want mommy and daddy to feed you out here, or do you want to go in the house?" Carrie asked, and Jimmy moaned hotly as he licked his lips and looked over his shoulder at the brown load he was craving so bad. James planted a kiss on his baby boy's cheek, then he reached into Jimmy's underwear and pulled out an oversized handful of shit. He brought it to the boy's nose, prompting Jimmy to pull in a deep whiff, then he opened wide and James packed his mouth with the entire pile.

As soon as the boy sealed his lips, his little body erupted with the ecstasy of an anal orgasm that made his frame jerk violently. Sensing that their son was in the grip of his ultimate pleasure, James and Carrie both held onto him while a torrent of hot piss coursed down his legs at an alarming rate. As Jimmy was coping with the chaos of his anal orgasm, he felt the familiar touch of his daddy's hand cupping the bulge in the seat of his pants, then James began squeezing and manipulating his pant load and Jimmy's orgasm intensified.

"Is that what you needed daddy to do for you, baby?" James asked him. The boy moaned wildly around his mouthful of shit and nodded, then he felt his mom caress his cheek again while she urged him to swallow. When he did as he was told, James stopped smashing and smearing his pant load long enough to fetch another warm handful and pack it into his mouth. With his cheeks bulging and his lips protruding, Jimmy watched with hungry eyes as James examined his shit smeared hand, then licked it clean with a satisfied sigh.

"No wonder my baby boy is so hot for it," the man said with a warm smile. "This is a very tasty shit load, son."

Jimmy's anal orgasm was still raging at full force as he took in his daddy's compliment, but it strengthened when James pulled his waistband back and pulled a final handful out of his pants and instructed the boy to open up. With his mouth still teeming with hot shit, Jimmy did as he was told and was rewarded with James packed it to capacity, leaving almost no room for the young toilet to chew or move his tongue. James's hand was still filled with a thick pile of boy shit, and as Jimmy moaned around his impacted mouthful, James treated himself to what was left. When the man pulled his still shit coated hand out of his mouth, Carrie leaned in and planted a kiss on her husband's lips, then licked the rest of her son's shit away from James' hand.

Jimmy's mouthful was halfway down when he smiled brownly at his parents, who smiled back at him with affectionate eyes. Carrie unbuttoned her son's pants and let them fall to the floor, then he stepped out of them and spread his feet to show off his shit matted underwear. James used his large fingers to scrape the smeared shit from his son's legs and shared it with his wife, then Jimmy's underwear were peeled down. With his shit smeared ass fully exposed, he felt his daddy's hands come to rest on his hips, then his ass cheeks were pried open with James' thumbs. Seconds later, his daddy's tongue was lapping away at the caked up shit in his crevice, then all over his ass cheeks. While Jimmy looked over his shoulder, he watched his parents share a deep, shit filled kiss while his own cheeks still bulged with the shit load he was indulging in.

When they broke their kiss, James pried his son's butt cheeks apart and Jimmy watched as his mother buried her face in his ass crack, eating it deep while she treated herself to a brown facial. When she pulled her face out of his ass crack, it was adorned with dollops of his boy poop and her mouth was caked brown. Her and James shared a kiss while Jimmy watched with a naughty smile, then his underwear were picked up from the floor and his parents ate from the seat while the eager little toilet moaned with depravity.

By the time his parents ended their shit feast out of the seat of his underwear, Jimmy's mouthful was down and he was licking smeared boy poop from his lips. Carrie held his shit smeared underwear out and Jimmy stepped back into them, then James scooped him up and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"You feel better now, baby?" he asked, and Jimmy nodded. "Let's go get in the shower, son. We need to get cleaned up before your visitors show up."

With that, James wrapped his free arm around Carrie's shoulders and carried Jimmy as they went inside to take a shower together, all three of them content for the time being as the stink of Jimmy's shit load rolled off their bodies.

💩 Up Next - Chapter Eight: Jimmy Eats at the Craps Table 💩

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