Date: Tue, 09 May 2000 22:44:50 PDT
From: Roderick Shafton <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Staying with Aunt Evelyn (Part 2)

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	    STAYING WITH AUNT EVELYN -- PART 2

   I headed home, intending to grab a snack and watch some
TV while I recuperated. Passing by, I was called over by
Tommy's father. "Hi there! Jeremy, isn't it?"
   "Y-yes, sir!" I answered.
   "Aw, don't call me sir," he said, shaking my hand. "No need
to call a man 'sir' when you've seen him giving a guy a blowjob
and fucking his son's mouth!" He laughed and I relaxed. "I
haven't done that in a long time. Sucked cock, that is. Of
course, Tommy blows me quite a bit, and his older brother Phil
likes to ride the ol' pony, but I'd forgotten how good it was
to suck on a prick! Anyway, the reason I called you over. My
wife's a hot-cunted woman, but she's never gone in for having
sex in public. Oh, she doesn't mind what me and the kids do;
she's totally dedicated to the town's freedom of sex. She just
doesn't go for it personally. If you noticed, I'm rather well-
endowed," he blushed, "so I give her ample prick in that
department. But she loves the smoothness of younger men and
boys, so occasionally I bring someone back for her. She's a
pretty woman, would you like to come over and fuck her some
time? Alone, or with me? I know she'd get off watching me suck
a guy's cock...and see me take it up the ass if you can come
more than once. We could have a great time. Would you be
interested?"
   "I-I've never been with a w-woman," I stammered. "Little
Sarah's was the only pussy I ever licked." I admitted, blushing
when I remembered Sarah was his daughter!
   "Yeah, little angel's got a twat as hot as her momma's!"
he cried, proudly. "Never had a cock in there...as far as I
know...but she sure does go for licking assholes, don't she?!
I've seen her rimming the college boy behind us. Seen 'em in
the bushes one day. Sure got a rise seein' her suck on his
butt! Sweet child. So how about the wife?"
   "I-I don't know...I just came from the matinee and I'm
bushed!"
   "Ah, yes. Sex is the last thing on your mind, hunh? Think
about it."
   I promised I would and hurried into the house. I could hear
the TV and laughter coming from the parlor, and figured Horace
was visiting Aunt Evelyn. But when I heard, "Come on, you
studs, I want all six of you to fuck me...one after the
other!" I decided the fleet must be in town. But it was only
the porn video they were watching. Actually, compared to what
I'd seen and been involved in during the day, the sight that
caught my eyes when I peeked into the room was quite tame. They
were sitting side-by-side on the couch. Horace had his finger
up under Aunt Evelyn's skirt...no doubt fingering her pussy.
She, in turn, was slowly stroking the big cock that stuck up
from his fly.
   "Hey, it's Jeremy!" he cried, glad to see me. Aunt Evelyn
smiled at me. Neither of them attempted to stop their sexual
activity. "So, young man, how do you like our little town now
that you've seen more of it?"
   "It...it's kind of exhausting!" I slumped into an easy
chair.
   "Thought you'd like it," he chuckled.
   "Where did you go, Jeremy?" Aunt Evelyn asked.
   "Oh, here and there. I stopped in at the pool hall, then
took in a couple of movies at the Bijou."
   "Oh, my gosh!" she giggled. "From what I understand about
those places...it's no wonder you're bushed!"
   "Meet anyone special?" Horace inquired.
   "Well...I met a boy named Sammy and an usher named
Rizzolli, and..."
   "Sammy Shitlick?!" he guffawed. "You sure did get around!
The kid's rather notorious around here. Even heard he once...
   I waved my hand back and forth, trying to shush him. What
Sammy does certainly wasn't something for Aunt Evelyn's ears--
regardless of the way she made salads and was still unashamedly
pumping Horace's cock.
   "Oh, don't worry about Evie," he passed off my hesitation.
"When I first told her about Sammy, she didn't believe me. So I
invited the boy over and let her smell his asshole! I pulled
the boy's pants right down and bent him over."
   "You certainly did," she chided, "and without warning! Poor
boy must have blushed purple!"
   "Well, if he did you certainly couldn't see it," he
reminded her, "you had your nose attached to his anus!"
   "Yes, I remember," she said sweetly. "That boy had the most
pungent little bum you could ever imagine! Filthy child!"
   "Now, Evie, that's not what you said at the time," he
teased her. "'DELIGHTFUL' was your expression, as I recall.
Then when the boy begged to suck my asshole, you lapped his
crack clean at the same time!"
   "Oh, yes!" she admitted, dreamily, "I certainly did! I
didn't say his young butt didn't taste good...I just said he's
a filthy boy!"
   "Aunt Evelyn!" I cried. "Y-you enjoy t-tasting s-shit?"
   "Well, not exactly..." she ducked her head coyly. "I do
enjoy the aroma of a man's anus. And if it's fairly proper,
I'll lick it for him. Won't I, Horace?" She shot him a
seductive smile, knowing full well I'd even seen her do it.
"But, I do have a weakness for teenage boys. I don't quite
understand it myself, but just having a youngster's bottom in
my face makes me go crazy! They simply smell sooo gooood, I
just lick and lick and lick...totally oblivious of whatever
might be left over on there!"
   "Don't feel bad, my dear," Horace comforted her. "It's
become quite an epidemic, in fact, and I'm a perfect example.
Even among my other straight friends...I don't know of one of
them that ever tried it, that even if they don't suck cock or
take it up the ass, one taste of a teenage boy's asshole...AND
THEY'RE HOOKED! The boys know it, and do they ever take
advantage of it!"
   "IT'S TRUE!" I cried out, amazed at my own outburst. "I...
I did it to Sammy, too--of all people--after he..." I left the
rest out.
   "Uh, shall we say...tidied you up?" Horace said, knowingly.
   "Y-you know about that?" I gasped.
   "Just guessing," he said. "He does have quite a
reputation!"
   "I don't understand," Aunt Evelyn said, confused.
   "Nothing, my dear. Say, I'll bet you'd just love to get
a nice taste of your nephew. Want your butt sucked, Jeremy?!"
   "Oh, my!" she blushed.
   "Uh...n-no, I gotta get some rest!" I hurried out of the
room, deciding to retire early. On my way up the stairs, Horace
called to me.
   "If you change your mind, Jeremy, come on down and join
us. We'll pull your jammies down and lick you all over!" he
laughed.
   Jammies! I'm sure! I'd been sleeping nude, or nearly nude
for several years. Then I remembered that Aunt Evelyn had
actually set out a pair of cotton pajamas for me when I
arrived, but I'd just stuffed them in a drawer, considering
them childish. But as I was stripping for bed, I began to think
about them. And picturing different boys wearing them...and
what I'd do with a cute boy wearing pajamas. Suddenly, I
realized that they were incredibly sexy! I remembered seeing
movies where some of my favorite younger stars wore pajamas in
innocent bedroom scenes. I didn't wholly comprehend it at the
time, but thinking back, I realized that I had gotten turned on
by the way their asses looked with that soft cotton material
hugging their butts!
   I opened the drawer and pulled them out. My cock was
already showing signs of life. Naked, I put on the top, then
slipped on the bottoms. I walked over to the closet and pulled
the door open. In the full-length mirror I surveyed myself in
my 'jammies'. Pushing out my crotch, I noticed how sexy my
bulge looked nearly bursting through the flap! My cock was
hanging in a nice curve downward, getting heavier and heavier.
I let it be, just watching in the mirror as it pushed the
material out more and more. Finally, I couldn't stand it any
longer. I grabbed it and flopped it around inside the loose
pajama bottoms...getting it really stiff! Then I pulled the
material tight around my hips and surveyed how my ass looked in
the reflection. I moved it this way and that, finally deciding
it looked GOOD ENOUGH TO EAT!
Not too shabby, I thought. If I was somebody else...and my ass
was put in my face...I'd go fucking crazy over it! I felt
myself back there, smoothing my hands over the pert, cotton-
covered melons..I'd never thought about it before then, but...
damn...I had a nice ass!
Looking over my shoulder, I scooted my butt right up close
to the mirror. Bending over slightly, I watched the pair of
anxious hands teasingly begin to slip the jammies down over
those smooth, delicious buttcheeks! I was totally enthralled at
giving myself a sex show! I'd always felt quite secure with my
own looks, but suddenly I was seeing myself in a different
light. The boy in the mirror was fuckin' beautiful! And that
look on his face...it was hot and anxious, and I could see the
pleasure he was having running his hand over his smooth naked
bum!
   He was somebody else. He was a good-looking kid in pajamas,
and he was right here putting on a show for me...trying to turn
me on...showing me his sexy butt! He kept playing with the
hidden prick that was flopping inside his pants--but I could
tell it was big and hard! I wanted him to show it to me, but he
wouldn't. He just kept running his hand over his naked ass. I
also wanted him to twist his ass a little more and pull his
cheeks open so I could get a look at his asshole. But he
wouldn't do that, either. He just kept teasing the shit out of
me! I didn't know how much I could stand! I started to talk to
him. Hell, I started to plead with him!
   "Oh, you're making me feel so good! Come on, show me more.
Show me your big luscious prick...let it spring outta that
flap!" I yanked the material and watched the horny boy's big,
stiff cock shoot right out of his pajamas! I gasped at how
beautiful it was! He wrapped his hand around it and showed me
how much he loved playing with his cock. He stroked it all
over, and even hauled out his balls and fondled them! I looked
down and played with myself...just like he was doing!
   "OH, FUCK! YOU'RE JUST AS BEAUTIFUL AS HIS!" I told my
pecker in all seriousness. "AND THAT ASS OF HIS...GAWD,
I'D LIKE TO FUCK IT! SHOVE YOU RIGHT UP THAT PRETTY ASS!
AND...LICK IT, TOO! YEAH, I'D LIKE TO LICK RIGHT UP
THAT CRACK!" I stared back into the reflection, delighting
in the vision of those perfect buns. "AW, SHOW ME MORE, MAN!"
I pleaded to the boy in the glass. "SHOW ME THE GOOD SPOT!"
   I wrenched the material to my knees and looked at the boy.
He was so incredibly sexy bending over--sticking his naked butt
out for me to see. It was nice, but he knew what I really
wanted to see. I had a feeling that he would show me, so I
stepped out of the bottoms and slipped off the top. I wanted to
be totally nude to fully enjoy what he was going to show me.
   When I turned back to him, he'd not only also stripped, but
he had spread his legs further apart, bent over more, and was
even pulling one of his cheeks to the side so I could see that
spot! "OH!" I gasped. "USE BOTH HANDS...LET ME GET A REAL
GOOD LOOK AT IT!"
   He seemed happy to comply, now, with my every wish. He had
a very glassy, sensuous look on his face, and he willingly
reached back and spread the whole thing open! He wanted me to
see it...he wanted me to see every little hair--every brown
wrinkle! He must have wanted me to see it, because he started
to get very frantic! He played his fingers around his puffy
anus, then he bent over further and really stretched it apart,
showing me the pinkness inside, and just being very lewd about
the whole thing! I glanced at his face--just for a second--and
I could tell that he thought he was being LEWD AND NASTY! But I
smiled at him and stared back at the luscious sight!
   "AW, THAT'S INCREDIBLE!" I told him. "I'D LOVE TO RIM
YOU, MAN. I'LL BET THAT REALLY SMELLS GOOD! RUB YOUR FINGER
OVER IT AND LET ME SMELL IT. PLEASE, LET ME SMELL IT!" He
rubbed all around his squishy anus, and as I noticed one hand
leave the area, I realized he'd put his finger to my nose!
Quickly, I breathed in the spicy aroma, and almost shot my load
from the heady excitement. I closed my eyes and sniffed his
finger for the longest time. In the last two days I'd had my
face in assholes--and I'd smelled them. But they couldn't
compare with the heavenly fragrance of this ass! I looked into
the mirror. The boy acknowledged that I was now in command, and
I didn't waste any time. "Do it some more. I wanna smell...rub
that fuckin' hole! Aw, Jeez! Yeah! Keep doing it! Mmmm. Mmmm.
Mmmm. Stick your finger up your ass! That's it...drive it right
in...now lemme smell. Aw, fuck, that's hot! Deeper this time!
Ah, man, you look so fuckin' nasty shoving your finger up your
asshole! DO IT, BABY, FINGER-FUCK YOURSELF!" I was taunting
myself...and the boy...giving full vent to my lust!
   "COME ON, YOU FUCKING PUSSY, SHOVE ANOTHER FINGER IN
THERE...AND THIS TIME I WANNA KNOW FOR SURE THOSE FINGERS
HAVE BEEN UP YOUR HOT SMELLY ASSHOLE! Yeah, both of 'em...
oooh, so deep! QUICK, YANK 'EM OUT, CAUSE I'M GONNA
fucking..." I stopped screaming at the top of my lungs.
Suddenly, the door burst open! Horace and Aunt Evelyn stared in
wonder as I let out growling, animalistic grunts, yanked them
out of my gaping rectum, and shoved the two stinky fingertips
into my nostrils! I breathed in so hard every fucking molecule
available went straight to my fevered brain! I'd never smelled
anything so exciting in my life! I shot streams and streams of
white lighting up and down the mirror! It was running down
rapidly and forming puddles on the floor! I was breathing
heavily, still slightly hunched over, vaguely aware of them
standing there watching me. I crooked my head and looked up at
them, my body still trembling and my passion absolutely opposed
to relinquishing those fingers in my nose. I felt foolish, but
I didn't care. Nothing was more important to me just then than
the feel of my tingling, subsiding cock, and the deliciousness
of my anal smells! I stared at them blankly, sniffing away like
an overheated dog!
   "See, Evie? Now you know why I went so crazy over his
bottom!"
   I slumped back onto the bed. Now I really was totally
exhausted, and immensely embarrassed on top of it! From the
ceiling I was staring at, I turned toward them. "I...I'm sorry.
I was loud...an' v-vulgar...and doing a filthy thing!"
   "Hey, kid," Horace pointed at me, directly. "You just put
that nonsense outta your head. Every guy digs his own taste and
smells! And I know, firsthand, your tastes and smells...and I
can say you got every fuckin' right to enjoy them as much as
you can! You're one fucking hot kid! I like my Evie, here, but
even I couldn't resist shoving my face up your butt. There
ain't no fightin' it, kid. You are just too hot for life on
this planet. If all the fresh air we breathe were suddenly
replaced with the constant aroma of your asshole--well, the
whole population might suddenly die--but we'd sure as hell die
happy!"
   I burst out laughing! It was simply too absurd a statement
not to.
   Not content to leave his successful joke alone, Horace
continued salaciously. That didn't surprise me. The horny man
had spent the better part of last night sucking my butt--
offering it to bystanders--and mesmerized me to the point of
blowing him and even sucking his grungy asshole! Okay, so I'd
loved it! I couldn't deny that. I couldn't deny that he'd
brought out all the hidden desires that caused me to do the
dirty things I'd recently done. Like taking a shit for Sammy,
then licking his dirty asshole. Lapping away at the usher's
anus...not just to lubricate it so I could fuck him...but doing
it because I liked it! If the manager hadn't come in, I
probably would have licked out his ass for another twenty
minutes! And now, fingering myself and wallowing deliriously
in my own rectal smells! I belonged in this town. I knew it
wouldn't be long before I began to roam the streets in search
of assholes to lick out on the spot--anybody and everybody--
much like Sammy Shitlick!
   "Yep!" Horace continued. "Hell, boy, we could hook a hose
up to yur ass an' can your farts! Guys'd pay 10, maybe $20,
just to pop a little can when they're ready to come and smell
your fart while they splatter cum all over themselves!"
   He was being so silly, it brought me right out of my mood.
I started to giggle. "Ha! Ha! I've done some nasty things...but
Horace...you really ARE a pervert!"
   "Well, of course, my dear boy! Was there ever any doubt?!"
   "NO! But I guess I'm in the club, too!"
   "Hah! Don't worry about it, boy. Don't mind draggin' a
finger outta my butt for a quick smell, myself! Long as you
don't get like George Fletcher...there's nothin' to worry
about!"
   "Who's he?" I asked.
   "Oh, just a local guy that got so hung-up he started
stayin' to himself and spent most of his time jackin' off and
lickin' shit outta his butt. Scooped it right out and ate it!
Now, that's alright...cept that's all he ever did!"
   "OK, okay! I guess I'm not that far gone. Gotta get some
sleep now."
   "All pooped out, hunh?" Horace laughed, winking.
   I actually pulled my jammies back on and curled up under
the covers. I slept...but it was a restless sleep. I kept
popping boners! All the sexual activity of the day had been too
much for my mind to just shut off. I had delirium dreams of
cocks and balls and assholes...and even pussies. But especially
assholes! Up close, hot, inviting, pink, smelly, gaping,
winking. I vaguely remember one preposterous segment where a
huge, fleshy anus was speaking to me! The lips moved like a
mouth. It didn't seem strange to me at all. They are quite
similar, after all. Pucker your lips and you have an asshole!
This one was speaking quite clearly...begging me for a kiss! I
drew to it, only to sense the mouth had bad breath, and pulled
back.
   "No, I'm not a mouth," it said, carefully forming the
words, "I'm an asshole. I always smell this way. Just the way
you like it. Kiss Me!"
   Oh, of course, my mind said. And suddenly it was alright.
It made perfect sense. I pressed my lips close, and this time I
reveled in the smell. Our mouths met and we sucked at each
other in a passionate kiss. The other lips enveloped mine and
drew them into a suctioning vacuum. The tender, tightly-
embracing skin covered my moist lips and drew them outward. And
when they relaxed, mine took over. I sucked the lips into my
mouth and ran my tongue around the rim. Then I did what the
other seemed unable to do because it had no tongue. But I did.
And I used it. As I sucked the large lips, I slowly penetrated
them, licking all around just inside. Then I got more passion-
ate and began to French kiss the mouth! I thrust deeply, wait-
ing to encounter a similar probing tongue. None came forward,
so I kept going deeper and deeper until I'd extended myself a
full five or six inches into the highly aromatic opening. Ah,
there it is! I'd finally found the elusive tongue. But it
didn't seem to flutter and feel as alive as mine, so I
titilated it in an attempt at stimulation. I touched the end of
the hard, round tongue and tickled it. When I got no response,
I began to work my tongue all around it in wide, circular
movements, covering as much of it as I could with the six
inches I had to work with. It was hard and moist, yet seemed
lifeless, and had a strange, bitter taste. That damned tongue
simply would not reciprocate! So, as any avid French kisser
would do to a reluctant partner, I began to suck the tongue
into my mouth and work on it there. I spiraled my long, lizard-
like tongue around it...over and over...then began to pull it
into my mouth. It still seemed reluctant, but slowly began to
move. Finally, having that tongue ensconced in my mouth at
least 3 or 4 inches, I began to avidly suck on it, slurping on
the bitter saliva surrounding it!
   I worked that muther...but to no avail. It was completely
passive. Then a strange thing happened that shot a bolt of fear
through my dreamy mind. It was all confusing because I was
experiencing a fierce orgasm simultaneously, and was bolting
hot cockjuice all over the inside of my jammies! The frightful
thing was that I had nursed and sucked that reluctant, bitter
tongue so much that it suddenly seemed to break right off and
nearly dissolve in my mouth! As I shuttered in ball-emptying
delight, I also gasped at the strange thing I'd done, and
involuntarily swallowed the chunk of tongue I'd seemingly
bitten off!
   Still shaking from my intense come, my eyes shot open and
I gasped for breath. I hadn't turned off the lights, and the
sight before me was enough to drive a normal person straight
into insanity! I recognized it immediately. And any other time
that would have been a rather welcome sight before my face.
Because it was undoubtedly Horace's anus I was staring into.
But when I saw that raunchy asshole--gaping widely--with the
smelly, frazzled end of a dark, glistening turd hanging from
it, I nearly went out of my mind! Instantly, I knew what it
meant. That chunk of bitter tongue I'd swallowed had been the
beginning of his TURD!
   Suddenly bolting upright and totally awake now, the
movement caused Horace to tense. The long remainder of his
column of shit suddenly bolted from his ass with a loud,
squishy sound, and plopped onto my squirming belly!
   "WHAT THE HOLY FUCK???!!!" I blasted, angrily wiping the
muck from my lips. I threw him over and stared at the turd
resting on my stomach as if it were a vicious snake about to
bite me! "GET THAT THE FUCK OFFA ME, YOU BASTARD!" I screamed.
   "Yes, yes, I will..." he quickly obeyed, obviously in a
similar state of confusion from my abrupt awakening. He scooted
up to me, passive and seemingly apologetic, though unable to
keep from stroking his still excited, throbbing prick--and
lifted the turd remains from my body. But the poor guy was
beyond rational thinking. I could see his hard cock leaking all
over, and could tell by the way the veins were pulsing that he
was going to spit a heavy load despite my wrath or eternal
damnation!
   He stared upward and let out a long, loud, satisfying gasp,
squeezed his prick as if to suffocate the fucking life out of
it, and stuck the turd under his nose! His prick erupted pints
of scalding cum all over my face and shitlicking mouth!
   I hated myself! Not because of what I had inadvertently
done in my sleep...but because I was stretching my tongue
around my lips and further to drag in his hot scum! MUTHER-
FUCKIN'BASTARDASSHOLELICKER HAD JUST SHIT IN MY MOUTH...
AND HERE I WAS SPITTIN' ANGRY BUT STILL LICKING AROUND
TO TASTE HIS FUCKIN' JIZZ! DAMN, HE WAS PISSIN' ME OFF!
   I wanted to yell and scream...and fully intended to...
but first I had to catch my breath. You just don't wake up
swallowing shit and cumming in your jammies then having a guy
spit loads of cockjuice in your face...without having to adjust
a bit. By the time I did, I was so befuddled I couldn't even
formulate my thoughts angrily enough.
   "What..." I attempted to start, "the fuck...was that?"
   "Total b-bliss, my b-boy! But let me t-try to explain!"
He was out of breath and begged a few seconds.
   "You lowlife!...you filthy, perverted...I-I can't even
think of all the names I want to call you right now! Some of
them haven't even been made up yet!" I was so frustrated in my
anger because I had nowhere to go. "The worst possible thing I
can think of to call a person is exactly what I just did! I
want to say that you're so fucking low you'd like to climb up a
guy's rectum and lick it out! That you're so fuckin' low you'd
eat shit right from a man's smelly asshole! Horace, you
bastard, I can't find a way to insult you!" I slumped back onto
the pillows, muttering. "How could you do that to me?" I just
layed there, totally defeated.
   After a long time of silence, he finally scooted up to me,
tentatively. "J-Jeremy?" he whispered, laying his head on my
arm, "I didn't set out to do that, honest I didn't! I never...
I never had that in my mind at all. You got me so turned on
before, seeing you do that hot jackoff scene. When Evie fell
asleep, I got to thinking about it all over again. My prick
shot up like a steel rod! I totally intended to just sneak up
here and see if maybe you were still awake and horny. If you
were, I was going to suck your asshole for you. Your fuckin'
butthole's got me totally captivated, kid! Honest. I would have
sucked the ever-loving' shit outta your hole if you'd asked me
to! I'll still do it if you want."
   I made no reply to that, I just kept my eyes closed and
suffered his explanation.
   "Those fuckin' jammies didn't help much, either! I'm
basically straight, Jeremy...I really am. But you're just too
hot and gorgeous for any man to resist!" Reluctantly, I had to
let myself experience a bit of ego satisfaction at his remark.
My mind went back to my own encounter in the mirror. How could
I possibly doubt his truthfulness?
   "I snuck in and saw you laying there with the light still
on. You looked so angelic and innocent! I was ready to sneak
out again, but just took a few moments to look you over. That's
when you started. You got this tense expression on your soft,
beautiful face, and began to work your mouth around until you
looked like a little fish scooping up food. You know, little
puckering movements. Then they got more serious, and you
screwed up your face very lewdly like you were that little fish
trying to suck off a submarine! I was already naked, and seeing
that made my bone snap right up! I got closer. You looked like
you were having a really hot rimming dream, so I figured as
long as you had those lips working...I had the asshole you
could work on. I really thought you'd like it, so I quietly
climbed onto the bed and settled my ass over your face. And,
baby, I can tell you! I no sooner lowered my butt back to your
mouth, than you clamped onto me like I was that submarine!
Listen. No man could resist what you can do awake...but what
you proceeded to do to my asshole was absolutely lecherous! No
man, woman, or beast ever sucked my shithole like YOU were
doing!"
   "I...I thought I was kissing someone," I said quietly.
   "Oh, man! I'd love to have you kiss me like that!"
   "I...I remember...I kept searching for the other guy's
tongue! And...and then I found it! But...Oh, Gawd...it was..."
   "Yeah, baby," he said soothingly, "you found it, alright!
And all the time, you see, I thought...I thought you were
digging your tongue up there to get just what you got. I'm so
sorry, Jeremy! I really thought you were digging up my ass for
shit. So I gave it to you. Shot my turd right into your
suctioning mouth! What can I say? I was fucking loving it, man
Even after I knew you were awake and upset, my prick was still
all built-up on turk-licking excitement! I couldn't control it.
You'd happily sucked on my turd and even swallowed some of it,
and my prick said LET'S GO!!! Is...is there some way I can make
it up to you, Jeremy? I really meant no harm."
   As if to assess the damage after his explanation, I ran my
tongue around the inside of my mouth, and even slightly licked
at my lips. I was almost embarrassed to admit--even to myself--
that the only telltale evidence remaining of our ass-sucking,
shit-eating encounter was the massive wet spot in my pj's, and
the sticky fluid still nestled in between my balls and thighs.
I didn't know what to say to him. I remembered enough of my
dream that his story rang perfectly true. In my sleep, I had
indeed been the culprit! I had searched...and found! It wasn't
Horace's fault that he misinterpreted and gave me something
other than what I thought I had been searching for. Besides, as
I reviewed what I'd felt and experienced in the dream, I wasn't
quite sure that somewhere in the back of my subconscious I
hadn't been fully aware of what my tongue was tastefully
wrapped around. I couldn't very well blame Horace if my deep,
hidden passion had actually been to eat a clump of warm shit
from a man's asshole! I'd never know, unless...
   "It's alright, Horace," I assured him. "I can't blame you,
I guess, for what I looked like when I was dreaming. A fish,
hunh? Guess I musta looked like I was ready to rim the
barnacles off a tugboat!"
   "Gee, kid, you're a real sport taking it so good. But I
meant what I said. If this bothers you too much, I'll throw
your legs up right now and suck a hot turd outta your ass. It
ain't somethin' I'm in a mind to do...but to keep you as a
friend and sex buddy, I'll eat the shit from your hole now til
Tuesday! Gobble that fuck right down! You're too important to
me and your Aunt Evelyn to let anything...even a smelly mound
of shit...come between us. You think it over. The offer's
open."
   "H-Horace! That's okay," I assured him, giggling. "I
understand now, alright? You close that offer right now, or
I'm gonna start thinking that you really want to do it!"
   He caught my meaning, and smiled. He seemed like he was
going to do just that--close the offer--but he hesistated, and
chuckled. "Offer stays. But let's not mention it again,
alright? I'm too fucking honest to pretend that no matter how
'disgusting' the prospect should be to me...I've tasted your
asshole. Don't tempt me!"
   "By the way," I recalled something, "was there some hidden
meaning when you said 'all pooped out' and winked at me
earlier?"
   "Hunh? Oh, yeah! You shit for Sammy, didn't you?"
   "Uh, yeah. But how'd you know?"
   "I know Sammy. I know how persistent he can be, and I know
there's no way in hell he'd let an ass like yours get away
without seeing a turd plop outta there. Did he lick you good
and clean?"
   "Immaculate!" I laughed.
   "Hmmm. Kinda makes me wish I was as jaded as he is. Seein'
that sweet hole of yours open up and deliver might be quite
devastating!"
   "You keep talking like that, old man, and you just might
get that offer filled!" I teased. "He only licked my hole
clean...might be real exciting doing it right in a guy's
mouth." I chuckled, then instantly realized what I'd said.
I'd just done what I was suggesting!
   Horace immediately noticed guilt spreading over my face. He
looked directly into my eyes and laughed, comfortingly. Then he
yanked my pajama bottoms off and pro-ceeded to lick up all the
jizz I'd squirted all over myself...when I'd swallowed his
shit!
   "Wow," he stood up and pointed at me, "you go right to
sleep, young man, and no more dreaming about licking out hot
assholes, you hear? I'm gonna check on you in about an hour,
and if your mouth's going fishy-fishy I'm gonna shit another
big turd in your face!"
   "In that case," I assured him, "I'm goin' right into a dead
sleep!" He laughed, and closed the door. This time I slept
soundly.
   I left early the next morning, trying to avoid Aunt Evelyn.
I didn't know what Horace may have told her, and just in case,
I didn't want to face her. The whole thing quite disturbed me.
It hadn't seemed quite as devastating the night before, I
remembered, but in the clear dawn I felt ashamed. I began to
realize I'd just been extremely fired up from the massive dose
of sexual activity I'd encountered and been involved in. And
that probably caused me to have such a weird dream. I'd have to
lock my door after this. Couldn't have Horace come shittin' on
me every night! Either that, or I'd have to get Sammy to sleep
over...and let him take care of Horace. Something he'd done
before, if I understood correctly.
   Anyway, today I was determined to seek out some normal
activities. There had to be some in this town. I'd never
survive my stay if I didn't find some casual diversions that
didn't include my prick!
   Hey! I was gonna do some fishing, wasn't I? I wished I'd
remembered it sooner, because I was already half-way to the
lake. Oh, well, I'd check out the lake anyway. Maybe somebody
left a pole laying around and I could dig up some worms.
   I left the main road and followed a well-worn path that
seemed to snake down to the lake edge. The air was fresh, the
early birds were chirping, and I was looking forward to a quiet
morning of solitude. As I worked my way down the path and
through the brush I heard a disturbance to my right. Hopping up
to see over the foliage, I noticed the top of a patrol car not
very far away, and could make out just the top of a policeman's
helmet, and a harsh voice. There were several smaller paths,
darting here and there, leading off the main path. I followed
one of them in that direction. When I neared what seemed to be
a clearing, I saw the patrol car settled on a wider dirt path
that led off the main road. The patrolman was berating a tall,
young black boy holding a fishing pole and wearing only tight
cutoff shorts and tennis shoes. "Up against the car, nigger,
and spread 'em! I gotta frisk ya!"
   "B-but Officer Doolan, you know I don' mess with robbin'
stores and such! I'm an 'A' student!" he cried, but obediently
leaned over the fender of the patrol car. The cop began to run
his hands over the boy's haunches, checking for concealed
weapons I supposed. Though that seemed unlikely, consider the
tightness of his cutoffs.
   "Still gotta check you out, Clyde. Description was a black
boy, and you're one of the only two young niggers in town. You
and that punk Filbert. Maybe he did it...maybe not."
   "B-but Filbert's in a wheelchair!"
   "That leaves you, ya candy-assed little coon! Now spread
'em wider!"
   This really surprised me, because the mailman had told me
there really wasn't any crime at all in this town. But...if
Filbert was in a wheelchair, and Clyde was the only other...uh,
young black guy in town...then he musta done it, I supposed,
just like the cop had obviously surmised. Still, I was really
angry and disgusted at the way he was talking to the boy. What
a fuckin' bigot! Besides, the boy could hardly have been
carrying anything. Still, the cop reached between his legs, up
under his balls, and stuck his other hand around to the front,
checking his ass and crotch areas completely.
   "WHAT'S THIS?! SOME KINDA CONCEALED WEAPON?" the cop
cried out.
   "N-no!" the boy assured him. "T-that's just my...penis!"
   "Oh," the cop relaxed. "Heard about you nigger boys bein'
hung real abnormal. Ain't fuckin' fair, if you ask me! So how
come it's so damn hard?"
   "C-cause you keep rubbin' your hand all over it!" the boy
gushed.
   "Ah, yeah," he pulled his hands away immediately. "Hadda
check you out, though. Not only do you guys get the big ones,
slightest little touch and you spring one! Fuckin' little shit-
lickin' bastards!"
   "H-how come you so angry wit' me, officer? I din' do
nuthin'!"
   "Well, musta been a case of mistaken identity, I guess.
STILL," he blustered, "think I oughta teach you a lesson
anyway! Nigger's are causin' crime all over this fine nation,
and you're the only one I got to take it out on. You wouldn't
want me to go beatin' up on a nigger in a wheelchair, wouldja?"
   "Uh, certainly not!"
   "Right. So turn around here and get my pants open!"
   "W-what for, Officer Doolan?!" Clyde looked at him in
fright.
   "CAUSE I TOLD YA TOO!" he screamed.
   Clyde jerked in fear, then obediently reached out and began
to undo the policeman's belt, buttons and zipper. Holding up
his holster, the cop let his pants be drawn down over his
thighs, his knees, and down to his ankles. He stood there
nude from the waist down, except for his holster, gun and
nightstick.
   "Do the same!" he ordered. "Let's see what one of them
grotesque monkey arms looks like!"
   Hesitantly, Clyde dropped his cutoffs, his long black cock
hanging down hugely. I gasped. He couldn't have been more than
eighteen, and he had the biggest prick I'd ever seen. And it
was still soft! And when Doolan moved a bit to the side, I
noticed he had a rigid boner sticking out. It was quite fat--
about 8 inches of fat. He grabbed Clyde's hand and wrapped it
around his prick.
   "Jack me, nigger boy! Ah, yeah! That's feeling good! Stroke
that muther! You know what to do next, doncha boy?"
   "N-no, what? W-why are ya makin' me do this, Officer
Doolan?"
   "You don't know what to do next? Didn't your momma ever
teach you anything? Didn't she tell ya what a nigger boy's main
function is? You got two functions, boy, and the first one is
...GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES AND START SUCKIN' ON MY FAT
WHITE, PINK COCK! GET THOSE BIG LIPS WRAPPED AROUND MY
KNOB AND BLOW ME!" He pushed the boy to his knees and
stuffed his big peckerhead into his mouth. Clyde didn't
have much choice but to start sucking.
   Things were happening in this town that other people didn't
know about! Officer Doolan had somehow slipped through their
security. He was a bigoted asshole that enjoyed taking advan-
tage of minorities. I felt for Clyde, but didn't know how
to help.
   "Keep suckin' and work my pants off!" he ordered the boy.
Clyde kept his mouth working on the big prick and reached down
to help the cop get his pants loose. Finally freed, the cop
spread his legs wider apart and pressed Clyde's head back
against the fender. Then he began to fuck his mouth! I didn't
know if the cop had ever made Clyde do it to him before this,
but it sure seemed so. Because Clyde seemed to adjust to the
intrusion going down his throat. Incredibly, I noticed a spark
of life activating his own pecker as it hung there, because I
saw it slowly rise. Well, okay, so maybe Clyde--not much
different from the rest of the population--occasionally sucked
cock. He couldn't help it if the cop had a nice one! That had
to be the case, because even with the bastard hunching his ass
and shafting the kid down the throat, Clyde seemed to be able
to handle it rather well. Luckily, Doolan seemed to want a good
blowjob, because otherwise he could have nailed the kid's head
back against the fender and fucked the life out of him!
Breathing heavily, he pulled his glistening cock from the
boy's face.
   "The second part she never told ya is even better!"
   "W-what's that!" Clyde caught his breath and fearfully
inquired. Officer Doolan merely chuckled and slipped handcuffs
on the boy. He grabbed the connection, and forced the kid to
shuffle on his knees as they traded positions. Laughing, Doolan
leaned over the fender and pulled the boy's face into his ass!
   "The other thing every nigger boy should know....IS HOW
TO SUCK A WHITE COP'S ASSHOLE! LICK ME OUT! Clean...dirty...
it don't matter to a nigger boy. Nigger boys are made to suck
white shitholes! NOW DIG THAT FUCKIN' BLACK TONGUE IN
THERE! SCREW IT AROUND!"
   Even with all the asslicking I'd seen...and done...
recently, I somehow found this absolutely repugnant! But...my
dick found it even more exciting than the others. Damn my dick!
Didn't it have any morals at all? Couldn't it tell that force
was not erotic? I had no choice but to let it spring out of my
pants. BUT I DIDN'T TOUCH IT! I...I just let it hang out so it
didn't suddenly spurt and soil my pants. I felt terrible
kneeling there in the bushes with a boner while Clyde was being
subjected to this atrocity. But my conscience was a bit
assauged when I noticed that Clyde's black snake had reared
it's evil-looking head!
   Evil, indeed! It had sprung up long and hard with veins
so thick I could make them out even from where I was. WHAT
A PRICK! But I just got glances at it as it bobbed around,
menacingly. The sight above was disturbingly exciting. Officer
Doolan had his ass thrust out and poor Clyde was dutifully
licking up into the crack. Did he enjoy being taken advantage
of? Did the cop's asshole smell and taste so good that he just
couldn't control himself? Because soon after, Doolan released
his hold on the handcuffs, and Clyde continued his lingual
exploration of the man's anus. The cop reached back and pulled
his buttocks apart, and the boy seemed to dig even further into
his rectum!
   "Eat it out, kid, eat it out!" the man moaned. "Tell me how
much you like the smell of white man's shit! And don't forget
the taste!"
   "I...I likes it, officer! Just don't hurt me, and I likes
it alot! My momma never told me it could be so good!" The
sniveling little wimp attached his mouth to the brutal cop's
anus and sucked on it! Oh, well, perhaps he knew the depths of
the man's brutality better than I did. I wasn't about to judge
him. I was too intent on watching him! A stupid thought crossed
my mind...maybe, just maybe, what the cop said was true. Clyde
was certainly burrowing his face between those massive, pale
cheeks, asshole-licking like nobody I'd ever seen!
   "Unh, oooh," Officer Doolan squirmed. "Betcha'd like me to
squish out a big fat turd right about now, wouldn't ya nigger
boy?!"
   Finally, that was enough to spark some balls in the kid. He
pulled his mouth away immediately.
   "YOU HONKY COCKSUCKER! BETCHUR STILL SUCKIN' YUR MOMMA'S
TIT AN' YUR DADDY'S WEINIE, YOU FILTHY PIG!" he screamed,
wiping his mouth.
   Doolan spun around on the boy, and wrenched his body up,
slamming it down on top of the hood! He pulled out his
nightstick and stuck it in the boy's mouth! "SUCK IT!" he
ordered. Clyde didn't have much choice. Then the cop pulled the
rounded piece of dark wood from his lips and threw the boy's
legs back. Positioning it, he jammed about four inches of it
right up Clyde's exposed, vulnerable anus!
   Suddenly, I was on my feet! I tried stuffing my cock back
in my pants, and was ready to bolt into the clearing. Then,
still holding Clyde's legs back to his chest, still working
that stick into his ass, he suddenly used his other hand to
lift the still-rigid, long black pole straight up so he could
work his mouth down over it! I froze, watching the cop slowly
worm the nightstick deeper into the squirming ass as he began
to blow the big cock! I was totally confused. Clyde had that
moistened, polished wood driving deeper into his rectum, yet
his cock hadn't softened in the least. Doolan was going down on
the boy so far it was obvious that his throat must have opened
somewhat in order to contain the big black meat he'd swallowed.
   Popping his mouth off with a loud slurping sound, he gasped
for breath! Taking in a massive amount of oxygen, he lowered
his head right back down onto the huge prick. He worked up and
down on it, and I could actually see his throat muscles
tickling the bloated, dark knob!
   Clyde lifted his handcuffed wrists upward and grasped the
inside of his ankles. Then he pulled down! It gave the cop
greater access to his throbbing prick and balls, and caused his
anus to gape open so that more of the black nightstick could
easily be inserted inside.
   Officer Doolan let the prick bounce around and went down to
tongue the big black balls and watch the stick as he slid it in
and out of the boy's dark, hairless asshole. I had to strain to
see, but I was close enough to notice that Clyde's dark inner
anal lips were being pulled out on every outthrust...tightly
wrapped around the intruding stick. It was the contrast that
made it apparent. Blood-filled mounds of bright pink skin were
being pulled out of the boy's hole! After all, I reflected,
we're all alike on the inside.
   Whether it was the stark pinkness, or just Doolan's rampant
perverseness, he left off the balls and lowered his open mouth
down to where that was happening. He started to lick and
slobber all over that hot pink skin being pulled from the black
boy's anus. The loud sucking noise he emitted was incredible!
He licked all over the nightstick as he pulled it out of the
boy's asshole, nibbling on the big lips when they came into
the open.
   Just like a bigoted hypocrite! I thought. Nigger this and
nigger that...all the white bastard really wanted to do was
suck nigger cock and lick up the hot taste of a nigger boy's
asshole!
   And as he was licking the dirty nightstick, Doolan's cock
spurted cum all over the fender...gush after gush! Clyde had
managed to reach down and grab hold of his own prick. He
squeezed it tightly and shot big volleys of hot, white nigger
cum all over the cop's face!
   In the space of less than a minute, Doolan wrenched the
stick from Clyde's asshole, licked it clean before stuffing
it back into his waistband, pulled on his pants, unlocked the
cuffs, and threw Clyde casually onto the dirt. Then, as he
climbed into the front seat and started the engine, he scowled
at the sprawled boy.
   "Let that be a lesson to ya, nigger boy!" The patrol car
spun out in the dirt, spiraling dust in the air, and peeled out
onto the highway. I'd stuffed my cock away, and ignored the
rampant bulge in my pants as I burst into the clearing. Clyde
was on his feet, casually brushing the dirt from his nakedness.
   "A-ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!" I gasped.
   "Hi," Clyde smiled and said, cheerily. Then he took his
hand and squeezed his prick, oozing some juice from his knob.
Scooping it up, he licked it from his finger! "I'm Clyde,
what's your name?"
   "J-Jeremy, but...are you OK?"
   "Sure, I'm fine."
   "T-that bastard sure put you through the ringer!" I cried.
"Thought stuff like that wasn't supposed to happen around
here!" Not knowing what else to do, I helped him get back into
his pants, ignoring his slight amusement as I did this. Okay,
so I was awkward. I didn't know what to do...I felt so guilty
at doing nothing to help him. Sliding his pants over his
buttocks in the back, and pulling them up in the front, I
accidentally brushed against his long, floppy cock. I looked up
at his face and blushed in embarrassment.
   "Quit fussin' baby! Don't hafta put my pants on so soon.
Specially if that boner in your pants has anythin' to do with
Roger!"
   "Hunh!" I asked, perplexed, "w-who's Roger!"
   "Roger's the fella you just gave a feel to. You wanna feel
Roger, go ahead! Roger loves bein' felt up."
   I felt stupid bein' on my knees like that while he stood
there, but the whole damn thing was confusing to me. I took
hold of Roger!
   "Sure," I cooed, wanting to be helpful, "that musta been
rough. I'll try to make you feel better. Just forget that
filthy cop! All white guys don't think like he does. I'll show
ya! I think...'Roger'...is...fuckin' beautiful, man!" I pulled
the long, black cock into my mouth and began to suck on it
sensuously! It was beautiful...FUCK, it was MAGNIFICENT!
I started to stroke his big balls and really get into it. I
wanted nothing more in life than to suck that big fuckin' black
cock! The whole encounter had turned me on more than I was
willing to admit.
   "Hey!" he suddenly laughed, pulling out, "it's a bit
sensitive right now!" He smiled at me. "Listen, you wanna suck
my big black cock cause you wanna suck my big black cock...or
you just feeling sorry for me?"
   "Uh, well...b-both, I-I guess!" My hands still fondled his
balls.
   "Alright, then, let me rest. Just a bit. You're a cute
little vanilla wafer, and I really dig juicy little white boys
blowin' on my big pecker! I'll letcha lick my balls, too!"
   I was totally thrown overboard. I was trying to help, and
suddenly he was tossin' the same racist bullshit right at me. I
bolted upright!
   Seeing the anger in my face, he burst out laughing! I could
feel fire ringing my face, but before I could rush away from
the embarrassment and rage I felt for the ungrateful prick, the
taller, older boy grasped me tightly at the shoulders, laughing
even harder. He stared down into my eyes.
   "You like me? Uh, Jeremy? Playing with yourself in the
bushes, then comin' out here. You do, don't you?"
   "Hunh? You saw me? You...you didn't yell out?"
   "You like me?"
   "Uh, yeah, I...I think so. But...you're so..."
   "Confused, hunh? If you kiss me, I'll explain." he smiled
at me, still holding me tight enough that I couldn't bolt.
   "You..." I tossed my head side to side, away from any
contact with his mouth, "you're just as..." but his face was
coming closer to me. I really began to struggle, but his grip
on my shoulders just became all the harder! He was taller...and
older...and I felt like a fuckin' little kid all of a sudden.
The bigger boy was holding me, he was coming at me! All I could
do was stare at him as I threw my head back as far as my neck
allowed. But one hand let loose of my shoulder and went behind
my head, his fingers sensuously manipulating the back of my
neck. He pulled me forward. I stared. I stared at his big,
luscious, dark lips opening as he ran his tongue back and
forth, moistening them.
   I went totally limp in his arms. My mouth involuntarily
opened and I welcomed the wet touch. It was a romantic movie! I
was being held in the hero's strong arms and he was mashing my
face to his! I let out a little pitiful moan and thrust my
tongue into his mouth. I wrapped my arms around him and began
to grind my crotch against his body. All the time, I was
flapping my tongue all over his tongue and the inside of his
hot lips. I snaked my body up against him, pulling away for
breath. I was going to come in a fierce orgasm.
   He sensed it in time, and pushed me away from him violently
enough to break my sexual hold. Numbly, I glared at him. A fool
again!
   But he quickly brushed my cheek tenderly. "Save it, baby,
save it. Let's do it up right. Come on, let's go down to the
lake." He put his arm around me, and I followed, holding
tightly. He felt good, even though I felt as if I were in some
kind of drunken stupor! But he explained things on the way.
   "Spence Doolan's a cool guy," he said right off. I opened
my mouth to...but he quickly hushed me with a finger to my
lips. "Glad you were getting off in the bushes. We noticed you
right off. Made things even better than usual. What you
witnessed was our regular encounter. Not that we always do the
same things, of course. But I really dig his fat-lipped asshole
and that cock that only a redhead manages to have to perfec-
tion. Fat, pretty, and luscious!
   "And Spence can't get enough of my long, dark prick and
fleshy asshole. You oughta see our act when I put the knife to
his throat and force him from his patrol car to lick my entire
body! Even shit in his mouth, once."
   "B-but...the way he talked to you."
   "Yeah, it's cool. He's my honky pig and I'm his dirty
little nigger boy. Jeez! That big hunk can sure make me hot
bein' called a dirty little nigger! He's sure got the gift of
insults. See, he used to be a New York cop. He had a partner
that was a real bigoted slimeball. Used to get a brother backed
into an alley and make him service him...front, back, inside
and out! And all the time he'd be talking really filthy to the
brother. You know....lick my shithole nigger or I'll piss down
your throat! He'd slap 'em around...he was a big guy...make 'em
do really filthy things. Fuck 'em up the ass then make em lick
it. Suck the grunge from his toes! Spence tried to do something
about it but the code was so strong that nobody cared. He even
had fights with his partner, but after getting punched out a
few times, he gave up. Finally, he just quit the force in
disgust and moved here."
   Arriving at the lakefront, we settled onto the grass. "We
met about six months ago. I was really turned on to him. That
beautiful auburn hair, his well-muscled body, and that pooch in
his pants! Of course, being only one of two black kids raised
in this town, white guys are practically the only sex I know.
Blew Filbert once, but a guy in a wheelchair is only so much
fun.
   "Anyway, no matter what I did, I just couldn't get Spence
interested in me. He was always friendly, always coming around
where I happened to be, but he just shied away whenever I tried
to make an advance. Then one day I was out on the road, walking
back home from the lake. He pulled his patrol car over and
stopped me. He was all business-like, pretending he didn't even
recognize me. He asked for identification, and I acted like it
was all a big joke and went along with it. But when it got down
to frisking me, his hands got really gropey and he started
breathing hard until he was just blatantly feeling me up. Then
he suddenly pulled away from me and leaned against the car,
crying his fuckin' head off in his arms!
   "I comforted him while he blubbered, then we sat in his car
while he spilled his whole story. He wanted to roust me...just
like his partner did in the city...but he couldn't. It just
wasn't his nature. He told me how digusted he'd been at the way
his partner had treated black guys as he stood back helpless.
And how he had gotten so turned on by it all! He didn't see it
the same way as his partner did...he couldn't see the need for
force and coercion. But he couldn't deny the excitement he felt
at the guy's talk and the way the black guys submitted to his
pleasure. He told me how turned on he'd get seeing them sucking
cock, balls, asshole, and getting fucked. He wanted the same
things...but he looked at the brothers with a different eye.
His partner did it in scorn and hate. Spencer wanted to do it
with lust and love...but he wanted that added stimulation he'd
learned of talking filthy to the guys, making them submit to
dirty demands, and also, wanting the added stimulation of
having the tables turned on him! He wanted to be forced to
submit to those same dirty things. He said he wanted a black
boy to spout invectives and make him submit!" He took a breath,
then continued.
   "I listened to his whole story, and ended up with a fierce
boner! I asked him, 'What do you really want to say to me if we
had sex? How would you like it to be?' He said, acknowledging
that it would have to go both ways, 'When it's my turn, you're
scum in my eyes. You're nothing but a dirty nigger...a fiIthy
little nigger kid that sucks cock and licks out assholes. Cause
I make you do it! Cause I'm the white cop in charge! I do
whatever the fuck I want with you...and you do it! Then, when
the tables are turned, you make me submit to the filthiest
things you can imagine an angry black kid might want to make a
bigot cop submit to!' I quickly decided it would be great fun!"
   "Really?" I asked, "what'd you say?"
   "Well, I really had to take a piss by that time, and I
started to get up to go into the bushes. Then I got this flash
to put him to the test. I leaned my body over his and stared
into his eyes. Then I got this scowl on my face and spit off to
the side. I said, 'We got you now, you white piece of shit! See
all my buddies surrounding you? They all got knives, and if you
don't do exactly what I tell you to do, they're gonna CUT YOU!
Not your throat...THEY'RE GONNA CUT OFF YOUR PECKER!' I was on
the verge of a smile until I said the word pecker. Immediately,
he caught the game and went right into it. Mostly because he
was so surprised. He expected, if we decided to go through with
our little program, that he'd be the first to start barking
orders. When he found the opposite happening, his body began to
shake all over and his prick got rigid in his pants. Seeing it,
I reached down and roughly grabbed it. 'Yeah, this! This is
what they're gonna cut off! Then they'll cut off your balls and
stuff them in your mouth! YOU GONNA OBEY ME?' 'YES!' he cried,
absolutely honest, and totally drawn into the fantasy. I was so
amazed, I found myself just as excited. It was no longer a
test...it was for real! I stood up abruptly and pointed at him.
'STAY PUT!' I quickly pulled off my pants and shorts and stood
over him, wagging cock. 'OPEN YOUR MOUTH, YOU FUCKIN' TOILET! I
GOTTA TAKE A HUGE PISS...AND YOU'RE GONNA DRINK IT! He gasped,
staring up at me. It totally blew his mind! His body started to
shake in fear and he shook his head back and forth, pleading
with me.
   "'Open your fucking mouth!' I ordered, as I straddled his
face, bending my crotch down and aiming my cock at his mouth!
'DRINK PISS OR LOSE YOUR PRICK AND NUTS!' Tears formed in his
eyes, and he screwed his face up in terror. But...he obediently
opened his mouth! I looked at him with feigned hate in my eyes,
and concentrated. Luckily, I had to go really bad. A quick flow
dribbled out...enough to let me relax. His eyes shot open at
that, then really open as I sent a forceful stream of piss over
his face and into his mouth. He kept it open...and I kept
pissing into his mouth. He gurgled and swallowed, over and over
again, until I emptied my bladder down his honky throat!"
   "W-what'd he do?" I asked, intrigued.
   "He licked his lips! Then he cuddled me on the grass and
kissed me, making me taste my own piss! Before he could speak,
I did. 'You liked that, didn't you?'
   "'Never drank piss before' he chuckled. 'Yeah, I liked
it...because you made me do it, you filthy little nigger boy!'
   "'I thought so,' I said, 'cause your boner got bigger from
drinkin my piss!' He smiled. 'Let's have a free-for-all before
we start playing the game, okay?' He was insinuating that we
should have a nice leisurely 69 or whatever. I was tempted, but
I said no. This kind of sexual heat was too fuckin' good to be
diluted. I stood up and pulled on my pants. Then I looked down
at his piss-drenched face and said, 'FUCKIN' PIG! YOU DON'T
FOOL ME, YOU COPS ARE ALL ALIKE! ALWAYS SUCKIN' ON OTHER
PIGS' ASSHOLES! YOU EVER RUN INTO ME AGAIN, YOU PRICK,
YOU BETTER BE SURE TO WATCH YOUR BACK!' I spit again, and
started to walk away. But to seal the bargain, I turned at the
last minute and winked at him! It was an evil thing to do, I
guess, but you'd better believe he sure got even with me the
next time we met! All the time I was wishin' I'd gone along
with his free-for-all. The bastard really put my asshole
through the paces. But he never hurt me...and I'll never fuckin
forget it! Since then we've gone back and forth quite happily.
Today was even better than most because we knew you were
watching!"
   "Gosh! That's a strange relationship. But it sounds
exciting!"
   "Did it in the middle of town, once. Fucked my ass right on
the hood...just like today. Scandalized everyone! Not from what
we were doing, but because of the language. Had to take out a
notice in the paper so everybody knew we were kidding. Now they
don't pay much attention to us. But usually we keep it
private."
   "An' you really s-shit in his mouth!"
   "Yeah!" he laughed, "and was he ever suprised! So was I.
I just got so carried away at treating him like dirt. I was
sitting on his face, grinding my asshole over his mouth, and
yelling things at him. His tongue had me really loosened up
back there. I meant to just fart in his face, but when the fart
didn't come I realized there was something else that was ready.
I felt nasty even considering the thought, but I got so caught
up in having him under my control, that I thought what a
wonderfully evil thing to do to him. I arched my back and said
the most foul things to him as I shot out my turd right into
his mouth! I had him pinned down and there wasn't much he could
do about it until I lifted up so he wouldn't choke on it! Ha!
Ha! You should have seen the expression on his face when I
turned around and saw him with my big turd sticking out from
his lips! He grabbed his cock and started to jack off, the turd
bobbing up and down in his mouth. He was sucking it! Then we
heard giggles, and saw that some boys had watched it all."
   "Reminds me of someone," I chuckled.
   "Oh, you've met Sammy, hunh?"
   "Yeah, and more than that! So what did Doolan say
afterward?"
   "Not much, really. He just got an evil look and said he'd
get even. So far he hasn't. I didn't think of that when I did
it. But I can tell you...every time it's his turn I don't have
to pretend to be scared of what he'll make me do!"
   "Wanna practice in case?" I teased, good-naturedly.
   "Heh! No thanks, once will be enough for that! But take
your clothes off, I sure wouldn't mind licking you there!"
   If Clyde hadn't been already, Doolan sure had the guy
trained well. He sucked my ass wonderfully while I concentrated
on his big prick. Then he showed me a trick he could do. He
layed down and threw his legs back over his head, offering his
ass. He did have a big fleshy hole, and I ate him out while
watching him suck on his own dick! It was so exciting! And his
hole really opened up in that position so that I was able to
dig my tongue far up his asshole and lick around inside. No
wonder Doolan hadn't put up much of a fight, I considered.
Clyde tasted really good in there.
   By then I craved his big cock. I wrapped my legs around his
ass and let him give me my first good screwing. His cock was so
long, and he was able to bend his body so well, that he blew me
while he fucked me. It was fantastic! I'd never imagined that a
cock up the asshole could feel so great. We kissed as he
blasted a thunderous load up my ass, then he went back down on
me as I spritzed in his mouth, watching those luscious black
lips work my pecker.
   After resting there for a while, even snoozing a bit, we
finally started heading back to the road when we heard loud
grunts coming from nearby. Passing a large bush, there was a
young couple screwing. The boy, a beautiful blonde with long
hair, was really pounding away at her. The girl was tossing her
head back and forth, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist
as his ass bounced up and down, driving a nice-sized cock in
and out of her squishy cunt. We smiled at each other and
watched them.
   "Oh, Peter, fuck me! FUCK ME! It's sooo good!" she moaned.
   "Aw, hot sweet pussy!" Peter gushed, nibbling at her ear.
"Yeah, work that twat, baby! Throw it up at me! Oooh, second
time's always the best...let's make it last!"
   The sight was so beautiful, watching them rut like that.
We got down and sat Indian style, enjoying the show. Peter
hunched up and began to squirm his prick up into the girl,
banging it against her pussy walls this way and that. He held
her by the ankles and plowed into her! They were moaning and
groaning so much that we started to giggle. "W-wha?" Peter
turned his head back over his shoulder.
   "Oh, you two! You enjoying the performance?"
   "W-who is it, Peter?" the girl twisted her head around him.
   "The two fags that got us turned on in the first place," he
said. "They're back there eyein' my ass, no doubt!"
   "You got that right, fella!" Clyde laughed.
   "Yeah," he hardly missed a beat, "I got a nice one, don't
I? Bet you'd both like to lick my pink eye, wouldn't you? Seen
you two goin' at it. Don't know the other kid, but we've seen
you fuck that cop."
   "Oh, yes," she smiled, "with that big prick of yours!"
   He seemed a bit conceited, but with an ass like that, he
had every right to be. It was totally gorgeous...as was the
rest of him. He looked like some kind of majestic, lewd
angel...his big balls repeatedly slapping against the girl's
ass...his long lustrous hair tossing back and forth!
   "You WANT it licked?" I found myself asking, hopefully.
   He snorted, a bit contempuously. "Ah, sure why not? You
wanna feast on my butt--go ahead." He arched his back and stuck
his ass up...not breaking his connection to the juicy twat.
Clyde and I nodded to each other and we scooted up on our knees
behind him, running our hands over his smooth perfect bottom.
He jerked a little at our first touch, his asscheeks tighten-
ing, causing the sides to dimple. Then he relaxed and his flesh
became soft and doughy. He bend his head into the girl's neck
and let us play with him. In that position, his anus was
completely exposed. It was nearly hairless, but not much more
than a tight little circle of pinkness. We took turns brushing
our nose against it to see how the boy smelled. Moist from
sweat, it was nevertheless fresh, with only a mellow hint
remaining to assure us this gorgeous boy still had to take
shits like the rest of us mortals!
   He must have heard our gentle sniffing, because he reached
back and pulled himself open. "Here you go! You wanna sniff my
crack? Get a good whiff!" He said this quite nastily, as if his
asshole was a foul pit of raunchy crud, instead of the heavenly
orifice he presented. We smiled and made loud smelling noises
and we ground our noses all over his delightful anus. It was
turning him on. Then we got together and began to flutter our
tongues over it. He gasped.
   "W-what are they doing now, Honey?" she asked, wrapping her
arms around his neck.
   "L-lickin' my butthole! Kinda tickles. How come you don't
do this to me?"
   "I don't know...you never asked me to!"
   "Well, from now on...HOLY SHIT!" he cried out. The girl
became alarmed at his outburst.
   "What? What is it?"
   "Awww, jeez...he pushed his tongue up my hole!"
   "Who? Which one?"
   "Mmmmm. Don't matter...cause now the other one's doing it!"
   "Oh, Peter ! I can feel your prick getting harder in me!
You're really digging that, aren't you?"
   "OH, FUCK, MAN! SHOVE THAT TONGUE IN THERE! OH, YEAH,
LICK OUT MY HOLE! THAT'S GREAT! Both of you doin' it? AW,
TONGUE OUT MY HOT BUTTHOLE--TONGUE THAT MUTHER OUT!"
   Grasping the girl's ass, he sank completely into her,
taking care not to dislodge my tongue up his hole. And a sweet
one it was! It wasn't much more than a tight ring, but our
tongues had excited it enough that Peter let it open up a bit
before clamping his anus over my wet, probing spear of flesh.
It was obvious Peter had never had a tongue up his ass
before...and he was delirious with the pleasure!
   "Oh, Peter! Your cock's so hard!" she moaned, excitedly.
"Do it, you guys, lick my boyfriend's asshole for him! Oh,
Peter! You oughta make 'em go down and lick around your prick
while you fuck me!"
   Peter raised his head in surprise, excited at the idea.
"Yeah! You guys wanna do that? Man, that'd be hot! But...maybe
they don't like the smell of pussy?"
   "Why not?" she asked, taken aback. "You sure do!"
   "Ah, you bet I do! But they're cocksuckers. OH, FUCK!
Ooooh! Feel that, baby? One of them's doin' it..can you feel
his tongue licking us down there? Licking us while we fuck!"
   Sure enough, Clyde had dipped down and was licking all up
and down Peter's raging cock, and all around the pussy lips
tightly grasped around his staff. It was certainly stronger
than little Sarah's pussy, but the sight of Peter's superb cock
was more than I could resist. I got right down there next to
Clyde and started to lick up and down the other side! Peter
still had his hands under her ass, and he began to hump her
wildly...their tailends thrust back and open enough that we
could freely lick their fuckings! I even jammed my tongue up
her ass a couple of times, sending delightful thrills through
her. That was too much for me to resist, too. I couldn't help
noticing that when a girl is getting fucked in that position,
her anus is pushed out from the big cock a membrane away. I
forgot for the moment that it was a girl's, and began to work
my tongue in and out of the fat, open anal lips!
   Suddenly, Peter blurted out, "Oooh, I'm getting close.
Hey, black boy? You wanna fuck my girl?" He looked down at
the surprised girl's face. She gulped, but didn't raise any
objection. "You want that big black monster up your pussy,
baby? I'd sure like to see that!"
   "Y-you would?" she gasped.
   "Yeah! Maybe the other kid'll let me fuck him up the ass
at the same time. Whadda you say, kid?" He looked back over his
shoulder.
   "I-I'd love it!" I freely admitted. After Clyde's big
prick, I shouldn't have much trouble taking Peter's good-sized
cock. My anus was still relaxed and gooshy. Clyde was already
scrambling out of his clothes, and I quickly followed.
Situating ourselves sideways to them, I got on all fours and
Peter knelt behind me. He put a tentative hand on my ass,
pulling my cheek aside so he could find my hole. Then he eased
it inside.
   "Whew! Man, it's really hot in there! Go ahead, fella,
stick it to her! And you, fella," he said to me, patting my
ass, "better keep that hole loose if you wanna enjoy this a
while. I'm bout ready to cream your hot insides already!"
   I stayed loose and let him long-dick me as slow as he
liked. The girl was squealing in delight as Clyde had her legs
back and was squatting over her ass so we could have a clear
view as he plowed his long, black prick into her deeply. He'd
come twice and didn't have to worry about coming soon, so he
really gave her good ride. Gasps from Peter told us he was
really getting off seeing her stuck like a pig!
   "L-let's move over a bit," he said to me. Step by step,
so his cock didn't pull out, we moved closer to them. Peter
reached down and ran his hand up and down Clyde's long cock.
"Never touched a guy's pecker before, but it's kinda hard to
resist seein' that. What a prong! You enjoyin' that, doll?"
   "OH! it's so huge! Thank you, Peter!"
   The guy chuckled. "Don't thank me, baby!"
   "I-I mean for lettin' him do it to me, honey! How's his
ass?"
   "Hunh? It's round and black, whadda you think, it's polka
dot?"
   "Not his, silly!"
   "Oh, this one's a trip! Bout as tight as your pussy was
when you were 10!" he laughed.
   I rested on one arm and managed to reach over and fondle
Clyde's balls and also get a feel of his plunging cock. "Hold
still a bit, Clyde," I said. When he did, both Peter and I
fiddled around with his balls and cock. I also rubbed a finger
around his tasty anus. Peter didn't do that part, the
chickenshit hetero!
   "He like it up the tail as much as you do?" he asked me.
   "More!" I chuckled. "Try him sometime!"
   "Hmmm. Who knows. You ready for a ride? I can't hold it any
longer!"
   "Oh, yes, Peter...FUCK ME!" I squealed, anxious to have the
beautiful boy really throw me a good fuck. I squeezed my anus
tight and loose, milking his prick--I wanted him to come back
for more. He'd grabbed my hips and was rapidly sending it into
me to the hilt.
   "FUCK THAT TWAT, MAN...I'M GONNA BLOW UP HIS ASS!"
   Clyde starting some deep pounding again, and the girl began
to gasp and voice her orgasm in short, staccato bursts. She
wrapped her legs around Clyde's back and pulled him down--
kissing him madly. Peter didn't miss this.
   "Damn! Bitch must be really hot! OOOH, FUCK! TAKE IT,
MAN, TAKE IT! AIIEH! AW! AW! AW! WOO! JEEEEEZ!" He held his
prick all the way in me and splattered my insides with his
burst of jizz! I had half a hardon, but didn't make any attempt
to get off. The fuck he was giving was pleasure enough. Clyde,
however, had great stamina and seemed quite potent. He also was
crying out his gratification. Huge gratification, from the
amount of white cream that was bubbling out of her cunt!
   Peter gave me a quick jab then pulled out...roughly! Gonna
have to teach that boy how tender an asshole is, I thought. The
other two quickly separated too, and layed back on the grass
catching their breaths.
   "Um..." Peter seemed distracted suddenly. Maybe he was
feeling guilty. "T-thanks, guys, that was great. Uh, scram
willya?"
   Scram? Fuck my nearly virgin asshole, then tell me to
scram! I started to get angry, but Clyde quickly shushed me.
   "Y-yeah, sure," he smiled at them. "That was real hot. We
gotta go anyway. See ya around, OK?" He steered me away after
we'd grabbed up our clothes. He didn't even give me a chance to
put them on.
   "S-sure, see ya around," Peter waved us away. It seemed
obvious that he was feeling strange about fucking me and
letting a black guy with a dick bigger than his fuck his
girlfriend. I shrugged and let Clyde steer me around the clump
of bushes.
   Out of sight, I started to stomp away. Clyde grabbed me.
"Ssssh! Come on, watch this!" He pulled me to a space in the
bushes.
   "What?" I whispered. He shushed me again, and we knelt
there peeking at them.
   "W-was that okay, baby?" he asked her.
   "Well, not as good as you!" she diplomatically lied, "but
it was a fun time. You sure had a good idea there!" she said,
emphasizing that it was his idea.
   "H-he didn't hurt you?"
   "No, but..." she got a suspicious gleam in her eye, seeing
Peter glaring at her dripping pussy, "it is a little sore!"
   "Uh, I'll fix that. It is my fault." He doved into her
snatch and started eating her out! We couldn't see anything but
his ass in the air and his long blonde hair hiding what he was
doing between her legs. But the loud slurping sounds left
nothing to the imagination. He was avidly tonguing out Clyde's
abundant cream from her twat!
   "Wow!" I gasped. "He's drinkin' your load!"
   "Never fails," Clyde smirked. "Straight guys'll blow your
mind every time. Probably wouldn't even consider putting his
mouth on my prick to get it straight from the spigot, but he'll
slosh up that cum from his chick's pussy! Probably try to get
her to suck his cock next. Come on, let's go."
   "Hey, I'd like to see that!" I gushed.
   "Forget it...she'll never do it!"
   "In this town, are you kiddin'?!" I said.
   "Trust me, she's not the type."
   We went a little further away and dressed. Before Clyde got
his pants up over his ass, I leaned over and gave his dark hole
a little farewell lick! I would have licked his dick, too, but
I'd had enough of the smell of pussy for one day. We went our
separate ways, waving.


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