Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2014 22:39:14 +0000
From: auto42376091@hushmail.com
Subject: Best Brithdays Ever - Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11: My Special Birthday Party
[m/b, b/b, oral, anal, incest, ws, heavy scat]

[NOTE from Antonio Green

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Trent's birthday and he and his friends want to let loose. If you don't
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FROM CHAPTER 10

Daddy gasped. "Oh, Honey. I'm going to cum. It's going to be a flood. You
better get off if you don't want in your mouth."

I didn't get off. I pulled my mouth up his cock so that just the cock head
stayed inside. I wanted to taste my Daddy's jizz once again. I didn't have
to wait long. I could feel Daddy's cock start to throb. Papa Mark must've
sensed something too because he picked up the pace fucking me with the
dildo and reached between my legs and started jacking on my hard little
boner.

Daddy's dick splattered his salty slightly acid jizz into my mouth. It's
throbbed again. More Daddy cum. I thought about counting how many times he
spurted, but just as that thought came to mind my body exploded with the
most powerful, most exciting, most enjoyable orgasm I ever had. If this is
what it felt like to have my two men have sex with me with a toy dick, I
could hardly wait for the real thing.

NOW ON TO CHAPTER 11

I know how in a lot of the stories you guys read there's sex all the
time. And if this weren't a true story, it would have Daddy and Papa Mark
and me sexing all the time. That's just not the way it was. I had school
and they had work. That doesn't mean we didn't play sexy a lot when we had
free time. We did. A whole lot. Daddy and Papa knew how eager I was to have
both of them fuck me.

So right after I got my special birthday presents from them, they helped me
with the dildos and the butt plugs. They thought the big ones were still
too big. I tried them a couple of times, and they were right. The toys were
too big -- for now. I'd lube one up and try to get it in. My little hole
would fight it at first, but then it would open a little bit, but only
enough to get the very top of the fake dickie in me. Then it'd start to
hurt ...  a WHOLE LOT. Every time I tried it seemed like I'd get a little
more in, but I wasn't making much progress.

But my two men knew how much I wanted both of their huge cocks in me. (And
it was okay to use that word with them when we were doing sexy things). So
they helped me so that by Monday night I could take the Plastic Patrick
penis dildo easily. It was usually after dinner that we'd start playing
around. Because they work different shifts, they weren't always both there
at the same time. But whoever was there -- Daddy or Papa Mark -- always
asked me first if I wanted some butt play. I never said `no' of
course. Like I told you before, I absolutely adore any type of butt play. I
tried not to use big boy words except when we were doing sexy stuff, so
before we got started I would use words like poopoo hole play. But once we
got going... well you can imagine how bad I talked.

The idea was for me to have butt play that I would get stretched enough to
have Daddy and Papa Mark fuck me in a few months. That seemed like such a
long time to me, but my two men told me not to expect it any sooner than
that.

Most of the time if my men wanted to fuck each other, they'd let me help. A
couple of times they said they wanted privacy. It was important because
they were lovers as well as brothers. I understood. But I'd usually sit
outside their bedroom door with a dildo and fuck myself while I listened to
the sounds of my two men fucking and making love.

Every morning we had a special ritual. Whichever of my two men was home
when I woke up would take me into the bathroom and plop me in the
shower. Thursday of that week after getting my special birthday present, it
was both of them. But it was usually just one.  We'd all be hard because
part of the ritual was not to piss until I was in the middle of the
shower. I'd kneel naked with my head back and my mouth open. Papa Mark or
Daddy would aim his penis carefully at me and start his first piss right at
my incredibly hard dinky. A man's morning pee feels hot when it splashes on
your tummy and your chest and your face and in your mouth. It feels
temperature hot and sexy hot. It always smelled really strong, too. It
tasted even stronger. I loved it. I especially loved it when they were both
there pissing on me at the same time, letting me drink their piss.


Monday after I got my special birthday presents, I asked Papa Mark if I
could have a butt plug in me for school. He didn't think it was such a good
idea. I thought it was a great idea. He texted Daddy who had early morning
rounds at the hospital that day. Daddy texted back that he thought it would
be okay if it didn't make me squirm in class too much. He also told Papa
Mark to make sure I had a Ziploc bag in my backpack in case I needed to
take the butt plug out in the middle of the day. So we used a middle-sized
butt plug on me that morning. Papa Mark used flavored lube to make it
easier to get in me. I asked him why he used the flavored lube he told me
that he knew if I ended up taking it out I would lick it because I was such
a "nasty little poo boy."

Maybe to you that sounds like an insult, but I knew he meant it
sweetly. And it was true, because before he put the butt plug in and said
it to me, I asked him to suck my hard little dink and fuck me with his
finger. Papa Mark and Daddy both have big fingers, so having them finger
fuck me was pretty fine. It wasn't as good as good as having their cocks in
me I was sure, but at least when they did it that way, it was part of their
bodies going in and out of my poop hole. So that Monday morning Papa Mark
sucked me and finger fucked me at the same time to a great orgasm. He
pulled his finger out and I did what any self-respecting poop freak would
do. I licked my poop off his finger. And that's when he called me a nasty
little poo boy. Because I was ... and still am.

When I got the school I couldn't wait to tell Chrissy and Jamie about what
I had inside me. I told them all about my special birthday presents, But
when I tried to describe a butt plug, they didn't understand what I was
talking about. So we slipped away to a hidden part of the back field. I
pulled my pants down to my knees quickly and pulled out the butt plug.

"Wow, that's fucking awesome," Chrissy said. "Can I try it?"

"Me, too!" Jamie said. Being a good friend, I couldn't say no. I handed
Chrissy the butt plug. It was still shiny from the lube and had a small
amount of my poop smearing it. He pulled his pants down to just below his
butt cheeks.

"You push it in me," he asked. It slipped in easily and I twisted it around
and fucked in and out a few times. But I never got it past the stem. The
big part stayed inside all the time I was fucking Chrissy with it.

"I'd love to cum, but I don't think we have time. Do Jamie now." I pulled
the butt plug out. It had less lube and more poop on it. Jamie had his
pants all the way down to his ankles and was bent over pulling his cheeks
apart.

"Do it fast. The bell's gonna ring soon." I jammed it in fast. He yelped
because I did it kind of roughly. Not on purpose but we were in a hurry.

"Do me hard and fast, Trent," he panted, grabbing his dink and jerking on
it. It didn't take long for him to gasp out and shudder.

Chrissy hit his brother on the arm and said, "Fucker. You cummed!"

"Damn right I did. I wasn't going to miss out on an at-school cum," he
panted as he pulled up his pants.

"Yeah, asshole, but you already cummed in my asshole this morning" Chrissy
snarled.

I looked at the butt plug. There was almost no lube left on it, but I
didn't need real lube. It was well greased with Chrissy's, Jamie's, and my
poop. I handed it to Chrissy, bent over, and told him, "Fuck me,
Patrick. Fuck me." I knew my two best friends would understand my need to
have Patrick fuck me. So I didn't mind exposing my feelings that
way. Chrissy rammed the shitty butt plug it into my poop hole and pushed it
in and out. Once again only the stem was moving in and out of me. The big
part stayed inside.

Fuck! The bell rang! So Chrissy pushed all the way and pulled up my
underpants. Jamie pulled up my blue jeans.

It feels weird walking around with a butt plug in you even after the four
years that I've been doing it. With that first time at school ... it felt
really strange. I felt like I had to poop the whole time I was at
school. And I had a bony that would NOT go down. I was sure everybody could
see it tenting my pants. Chrissy could tell I was boned, but he assured me
it wasn't that obvious.

Right before recess I passed out invitations to everybody in my class to my
weekend birthday party at the water slides. Friday was a teacher workday so
we didn't have to go to school that day. That's when we planned my kid
party. Papa Mark and Daddy agreed that I could have a sleepover with a few
of the kids. So of course I chose Chrissy and Jamie for the sleepover.

I wasn't that popular back then but I got along with everybody and all the
kids in my class said they'd try to come. I was getting really excited
about my party. And like I told you, when I get excited Little Trent gets
hard. Well, it was already hard from the butt plug in me, so the excitement
from passing out my invitations just made it harder and I was sure I would
cum right in the middle of class. Fortunately for me that didn't
happen. But when the recess bell rang, I ran to the restroom, went into a
stall, and jerked on my little peg about three times. That's all it took
before I shivered in my dry cum.

You'd think recess would've been pretty good for me that day. But I was
scared. I had two more invitations to pass out. I went looking for Jamie in
the big kids yard. He was there with Patrick. Patrick was often absent on
Mondays -- I didn't know why at that time. I found out pretty soon
though. I'll tell you about it in a little while.

Patrick and Jamie seemed to be getting along fine even though when they'd
parted company that weekend Patrick was royally pissed at Jamie and
Chrissy. When I approached, Patrick looked at me without any expression. I
couldn't tell how he was feeling. Was he mad at me? Did he want to hurt me?
Or did he just wish I'd leave them alone? When I got to them I handed Jamie
his invitation -- a store one like I'd handed out in class. Then I reached
into my back pocket and pulled out an invitation I made specially for
Patrick.

"I know you don't like me very much," I stammered, "but I'm having a
birthday party on Friday. I guess I'd like you to come." I handed him the
invitation with shaking hands. I'm an okay artist. Not great. But back in
those days I thought it was really good. I'd drawn a picture of some water
slides. A bumpy little figure labeled "Trent" was on one slide. Behind it
I'd drawn bigger picture labeled "Patrick."

Patrick looked at the picture and shrugged his shoulders. His face didn't
say anything. I knew he wouldn't come to my party even before I made the
invitation. Now I was sure of it. At least he didn't hit me. I walked away,
the butt plug suddenly feeling very big. Oh, how I wished it was Patrick's
penis.

By Thursday night I was so excited about the party that little Trent refuse
to behave. He was hard the time I woke up in the morning until night. And
my poop hole itched and tingled and wanted something more than a little
dildo in me. I begged Papa Mark who was home at that time to please let me
try the biggest dildo again, the one that had been made from a casting of
Daddy's cock. He refused but suggested that maybe we could try the enema
dildo which was a little bit smaller having been cast from his cock.

He had me get in the shower, naked of course. He got naked, too. He greased
the entire dildo with Vaseline. He pushed a big wad of Vaseline into my
poop hole. He then smeared the grease on his three middle fingers. He had
me kneel doggy style, attached the enema bag hose to the tube sticking out
of the dildo, and pushed the head of the dildo tight against my poop hole.

"Pretend like you're taking a shit, my little poopoo fuck boy," he said and
opened the valve on the enema hose. The water was really warm and felt good
against my hole. I strained like I was trying to take a poop and farted.
As the fart was going out, Papa Mark pushed the enema in. I guess the
combination of the gas going out Papa Mark pushing in loosened my hole just
enough so that the rubber cock head pushed through my tight ring.

"FUCKKKKKKK," I yelled. "Get it out! Get it out!"

My rectum took over from me and forced the rubber intruder out in a splash
of water. It's funny, I guess. It hurt like holy hot fucking shit going
in. But it didn't hurt that much going out and once it was out, I felt
empty.

I looked back at Papa Mark. He looked concerned and funny at the same
time. He was splattered with very poopy enema water.

"Try again, please" I begged. "It really didn't hurt that much. Please."

Papa Mark shook his head. "Sorry my little poopy fuck boy. You've had
enough in you for one night. How about we use Plastic Patrick instead?"

"Do you have to pee?" I asked.

"Yeah, Sweety, I do need to piss. A lot."

"Could you put your pee-pee head at my pooper and try to pee in me?"

"I have a better idea. How'd you like Patrick to do it?"

I must have looked shocked and befuddled. Papa Mark chuckled. "Well not
him, exactly. But you can pretend. I know how much you love the little
bastard."

Papa Mark got up and left the shower, his boner swinging in front of
him. He went to a cabinet and rummaged around in it for a couple of
minutes. His right hand was hidden behind his back. He handed the enema bag
to me and knelt between my legs.

"Hold it open and hold my cock so I can piss in it. If I can piss with this
fuckin' hard on."

I loved holding his hard, hot man pee-pee. I leaned over and kissed the tip
then pointed it into the enema bag. Papa Mark took a deep breath and
squeezed his eyes shut. A little dribble, then a squirt, then a torrent of
really rank smelling pee surged out. I moved his pee-pee an inch, leaned in
again and got a huge splash in my mouth before re-aiming the spewing
cock. "Cocks." That's what my Papa Mark and my Daddy had. Not pee-pees or
dinkies or didis or dickies like Chrissy and me. Cocks. God, I love his
cock pissing into the enema bag.

"You're gonna give me a pee enema, aren't you, Papa Mark?"

"Yes. And no," he answered as he pulled his cock from my hand and sprayed
the last of his stream on my face and into my eagerly opened mouth. "When I
hold my piss this long, I usually have over two cups worth. That might be
too much to take it all, so let me know when you've had enough."

"What do you mean `yes and no'?" I asked. Papa Mark took the bag and hung
it on a wash cloth hook about three feet up the wall of the shower. He
pulled his right hand from behind his back. He was holding another dildo,
this one identical to Plastic Patrick except the handle on the back side
had a small white tube protruding from it. I looked closer at the dildo. It
had a hole in the pee-pee tip. Cool. Now I knew what Papa Mark was going to
do.

"Tummy or back, Sweety?"

"Tummy. And let me suck you while Patrick pees in me."

"Patrick's going to do more than pee in you, Trent. He's going to piss fuck
you. He really loves you and wanted to do this for a long time."

I was only 8 years old -- well just a couple of days away from being 8 --
but I understood what Papa Mark was doing for me. It was a make believe
game. He'd pretend to be Patrick. I played right along.

"Yummy, Patrick," I said. "I want you to fuck me with your big boy
dickie. I'll suck my Papa Mark at the same time."

I hadn't noticed, but Papa Mark had put a huge, fluffy towel on the floor
of the shower. I lay down on it on my tummy. Papa Mark pulled me up onto my
knees and slipped another rolled up towel underneath me. He sat at my head,
his big, fat man cock inches from my mouth. I bent my head down and slipped
the dripping cockhead into my mouth. He pulled me off gently.

"Not yet, baby," he said gently in his normal voice. "I don't want you
biting me when Patrick puts his big boy dickie into you." Then, he softened
his voice and made it sound like a teenage boy. "Can I fuck you now? I've
wanted to fuck you so much. I've wanted to fuck my cock into your awesome
fuck hole since that very first time. Please."

I really felt like it was Patrick's cock poked at my hole. I nodded my
head. "Yes. Please fuck me, Patrick. I've wanted it so bad too. You don't
have to be gen..." The sudden pain of Patrick's entry cut off my words. All
the way to his balls. Now I know why Papa Mark didn't want me sucking him
right away. I really might have bitten off his dick if it had been in my
mouth. I wailed in the pain, but Papa Mark knew not to stop. He knew what I
wanted. What I needed.

"Oh Trent. You're so fucking tight. I love your little boy pussy," the
fantasy Patrick said.

The pain quickly passed and I slurped down on Papa Mark's cock while he
fucked rapidly with Plastic Patrick. But my eyes were closed and it was the
real thing as far I was concerned. It was the real Patrick. He was finally
fucking me again.

"Fuck me hard, Patrick!" I yelled, pulled off Papa Mark's dick. "Fuck me
hard with your fucking cock. Fuck me. I need it. Fuck my shitter. Fuck
me. Fuck me. I love you. Fuck me." I couldn't believe the nasty words
spewing from my mouth. But they were what I wanted to say and I knew Papa
Mark wouldn't mind. I dove back onto his cock as Patrick jammed repeatedly
into my shitter.

"I love you, too, my little Trenty," fantasy Patrick moaned. "I love
fucking your shitty shit hole. Your boy pussy. Your kiddy cunt. I'm never
going to stop fucking you. I'm gonna cum deep in your shit hole little
lover boy. Take my jizz. Take my cum!"

Suddenly my mouth was flooded with Papa Marks
cum. Squirt. Squirt. Squirt. So much I couldn't swallow fast enough. It
oozed out of my mouth and out of my nose. With each big squirt of Papa Mark
cum, Patrick shot squirts of boy cum -- boy pee-cum -- into me. As Papa
Mark's squirts slowed and stopped, so did Patrick's. I was so ready to jerk
myself to my own dry cum, but just as I reached under me, fantasy Patrick's
big boy dickie erupted inside me. Warm pee. Warm Patrick piss.

"I'm marking you with my piss, lover boy," fantasy Patrick whispered in my
ear. "You're my lover boy forever now." The warm piss gushed into me,
faster than any enema before. Faster. Fuller. Full of my lover's piss. I
shivered and jerked and yelled at the top of my lungs in a hands-free
cum. Each spasm opened my hole. Each spasm forced a splash of Patrick pee
out. Patrick kept his big boy dick in me. My cum slowed then built again as
my tummy filled with his piss. A cramp. A spasm. Another cramp. I yelled
again and shook uncontrollably, spraying piss out of my hole in one long
spray.

My head sank onto Papa Mark's lap, exhausted. I didn't even try to hold the
piss he'd filled me with. It flowed from me nonstop until I felt
empty. Papa Mark petted my hair, knowing I needed time to recover. After a
few minutes, the world became more real and so did the smell. I glanced
over my shoulder. The pee Papa Mark had filled me with exited with the
expected result. Poop. Lots of it. On my legs, on the towel, and on the
tile of the shower.

Papa Mark laughed when he saw my concern. "I'm not sure the real Patrick
would appreciate being pooped on like that, but the fantasy one loved
it. Don't worry, I'll get it and you cleaned up, Sweety."

That night I realized I had a special love, a special relationship with
Papa Mark. As much as Daddy loved me, and I knew it was HUGE, I knew he
couldn't have become Patrick the way Papa Mark did. My uncle somehow knew
my needs better than anyone in the world, maybe even more than me.

After a long, warm shower, Papa Mark had me sparkling clean, smelling like
orange body wash/shampoo. He dried me thoroughly. All of me including my
now tiny, soft little dinky. And my sore poohole. He carried me to my bed,
lay me down, and pulled the covers over my naked body.

He leaned over and kissed me gently on the forehead. "Naked as the day you
came into the world. Tomorrow's going to be a big day. Your kids'
party. Rest up, Sweety." He then slipped in next to me and spooned me as I
fell asleep.

I slept really well until I felt movement on the bed. Daddy! Daddy had
slipped in and was cuddled against me after finishing his long shift at the
hospital. Papa Mark had turned onto his tummy and I must have wiggled
around so that I was facing toward his body. Daddy was spooning me and I
could felt his hard man cock nestled in my crack. He was purring gently in
my ear so I knew he wasn't trying to be sexy with me. When I'd awakened, my
own dinky was soft, but feeling the heat and oozing precum -- WOW! I boned
up in a second. Literally. Hard and horny.

Oh how badly I wanted that hard piece of my Daddy deep inside my poop
hole. I wanted him to fuck me just like he'd fucked my mother when he made
me in her tummy. (Okay, I know it wasn't her tummy, but that's how I feel
about babies inside women I see who are pregnant. If the baby were inside
her tummy, she'd poop it out and I know all about vaginas and uteruses and
eggs and sperm and all that. Daddy and Papa Mark had started teaching me
with real pictures and videos long ago. But even though I knew the real
stuff, I liked my simpler view back then).

As I thought about wanting my Daddy to fuck me, I thought how nice it would
be to be a girl and have babies for both him and Papa Mark. I'd never
wanted to be a girl before and I didn't really then. But maybe if I still
had all my boy parts and girl parts it would be really nice to have them
both make babies in me at the same time. Twins. My dinky was so hard it
ached. I carefully wiggled down under the covers and looked at Daddy
dick. His cock. A long strand of precum drooled from the tip almost to the
bed sheet. He'd been dribbling awhile. A big dark wet spot had formed under
his pee slit.

I stuck my tongue out and let the precum drool right onto it. I didn't pull
my tongue in until the strand broke off and puddled on my tongue. I wanted
more but my tongue was tired. I pulled it in and swallowed. Not much
taste. A lot less than the real stuff. But it felt so good to be eating my
Daddy's precum while he slept. I felt so close to my two men. So close and
so, so loved.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and slipped Daddy's big cockhead
in. If this weren't a true story, I'd tell you how I deep throated the big,
fat horse cock all the way down to my tummy. But this is true and back then
I couldn't get too much in my mouth before I started gagging. And the last
thing I wanted to do right then was puke. I slowly slipped more of his
fleshy, hard, hot Daddy meat in until the head just touched the barf place
in the back of my mouth. I closed my lips tight around his shaft and slowly
lifted my head until just the very tip of his penis remained inside. I
tickled the pee hole with my tongue and licked along the part right under
his fleshy helmet.

"Hmmm," Daddy moaned. I guess he'd woken up a little. Then he mumbled, "You
do that so well, Mark." I giggled a little. Daddy thought Papa Mark was
sucking him and it was ME! I picked up my in-and-out pace, not so fast that
I'd end up with more in my mouth than I could handle. Even so, a couple of
times I touched the barf place but not hard enough to do more than make my
throat spasm slightly. Daddy started breathing faster. He put his hands on
my head and began thrusting hard, forcing his cock past the throw-up
place. My mouth and throat were so stuffed with Daddy dick, I couldn't say
a word. I couldn't breathe. I grunted and tried to get away but Daddy held
me in place, fucking my mouth rougher and rougher.

"Eat my cock, little brother," he moaned. "Take it all the way you like you
used to do when we were kids. Take my mother-fucking shitty nasty cock down
your throat. When I'm done fucking your throat, I'm going to fuck your
nasty shitty little asshole you never wipe when you poop."

I started flailing madly. Everything got fuzzy and gray. I pounded Daddy's
chest just as his cock erupted deep in my throat.

The next thing I know, I'm being cradled in Daddy's lap in a chair. He
bawling and kissing and rocking me in his arm.

"I'm so sorry, darling. I didn't know it was you. I was asleep and thought
it was Mark. I wouldn't ever do that to you. I'm so, so sorry."

Papa Mark wiped my face with a cold -- very cold -- washcloth and kissed my
forehead.

"'t's okay, Daddy," I croaked. "I shouldn't of done it."

Papa Mark sprayed my throat with some nasty tasting stuff. It tasted bad
but pretty quickly it stopped my throat from hurting.

"Your throat may be a little raw feeling, Trenster," Papa Mark said. "But
no damage."

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Sweety?"

"I liked it. Even though it hurt, I liked it. I just wish I coulda tasted
your stuff. Does that make me weird?"

Daddy laughed. "Maybe a little bit, honey. But I did it rough because your
Papa Mark loves it that way. If you're weird, he's weird. And so am I. Now
try to get some sleep."

Daddy and Papa Mark both carried me back to my bed. They lay with me as I
drifted off. I felt them get up and leave. I kept falling in and out of
sleep, too excited about my birthday party to slip easily into a deep
sleep. Too excited and too worried.

Eventually I woke up to a bright, sunny day. A perfect day for the water
slides! The worry remained with me. We'd given invitations to my entire
class -- twenty boys and girls. I didn't much care if the nine girls came,
but I so wanted the boys to come. I wasn't a complete loner at school but
even at that young age I knew I wasn't popular like Tommy or Jack. I wasn't
bullied -- except briefly by Jamie and Patrick. I was chosen for games,
usually one of the last two or three kids. But I was chosen.

So that Friday morning with the sun streaming through the curtains in our
breakfast nook, I fretted quietly that no one would come. Well, I knew
Chrissy and Jamie would. I knew Patrick wouldn't. I picked at my scrambled
eggs but wolfed down my bacon. (I loved bacon!)

"What's wrong, Trent?" Daddy asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't want to admit that I was a second grade
loser. Daddy must have known, though, that I was a quiet, shy child among
my peers. He kissed me on the forehead, a daddy kiss.

"Don't worry sweetheart, you'll have a fun time at the party. Chrissy and
Jamie will be there and the three of you will have a blast."

Knowing that he knew my concerns made me feel better. I tucked into the
eggs and cinnamon roll with gusto. I normally got oatmeal or another
"healthy choice" for breakfast, but this was my birthday, so I enjoyed the
special not so healthy treats.

We were to meet the kids at home by noon for hot dogs and then we'd travel
to the water park. Chrissy and Jamie arrived early and we played on my new
Xbox system in our downstairs playroom. As noon approached, I got nervous
and grumpy. Shortly before noon, the doorbell rang. I knew it wouldn't be a
kid so I stayed playing the game. But Chrissy and Jamie ran upstairs to see
who was there.

I couldn't believe it! Tommy and Jackie! I could hear their voices. The two
most popular boys in second grade were coming to my party. Everything would
be great now.

It turns out that every single one of the boys I'd invited from my class
came. Every boy and not one girl. Perfect. First we opened presents and
then we ate. By the time we'd finished the hot dogs (Jamie had two and
Tommy made obscene gestures with his, waggling it in front of his board
shorts like a limp penis to the delight of all of us) and cake, we were all
excited and ready to go to the water slides.

Since I'm writing this story for men like you (okay, and maybe a very few
women), men who like to read about a lot of sexy play and stuff, I could
tell you about how we all ended up in the restrooms at the water slides
sucking and fucking each other. But we were all 7, 8, and 9 year olds (plus
one 12 year old) and all we really wanted to do was have fun on the water
slides. We had a blast. A few times I rode down the longest, scariest slide
in between Jamie's legs and I could feel his pecker poking hard in my
back. He told me afterward that he gets hard when he's doing something like
that. It's not sexy-like, he said. But it does make him feel sexy. I didn't
really understand him then, but I do now. I'm glad he held me because
there's no way I would have done it on my own. He made me feel safe and
cared for. So I got a stiffy too. Thank god no one saw it because I
would've been teased, I know.

My birthday party was the very best party I'd ever had. All the parents
picked the boys up at the park around 4:00 when they were supposed
to. Chrissy, Jamie, Papa Mark, Daddy, and I went to my favorite restaurant
for an early dinner. No, it wasn't McDonalds or a place like that. It's a
really nice restaurant in the town I live, but I won't give you the name
because I don't really want anybody to know where I live.

Anyway, we had great food. We sat at a big booth with a round table. Jamie,
Chrissy and I played footsie under the table. They were both sitting on
either side of me and every so often one of them would sneak squeeze my
dickie and wish me a happy birthday out loud. They did it so that I stayed
hard the whole meal. We'd all giggle. I think they both thought Daddy and
Papa Mark didn't know what was going on. But once when they both squeezed
me at the same time and we began giggling very hard, I looked at Daddy's
eyes. He knew.

When we left the restaurant, my brand new blue (my favorite color) track
pants were sticking out in front. I wasn't not that big back then (I'm
still not huge but it's pretty good sized for a 12 year old who doesn't cum
yet), but Chrissy and Jamie both giggled and tweaked me when no one was
looking. I know Daddy and Papa Mark saw my stiffy because Papa Mark nodded
his head toward my crotch as we approached the SUV

We got home about 5:30. Daddy and Papa Mark suggested we go to the playroom
downstairs and play around. Daddy had to go on rounds at the hospital and
said he'd be back before we got to bed. He also told us he'd pushed the two
double beds together for when we ready to sleep. He whispered to me that he
and Daddy had put double mattress pads on the mattresses in case anyone
"wet the bed." He winked and I knew he meant that if we wanted, we could
play pee games in bed. I knew we could also play pee games in the
downstairs bathroom. It was a big room -- though not as big as the master
bathroom. It also had a large spa-type tub.

"Have fun playing, boys," Papa Mark told us as we headed downstairs. "There
are snacks down there and drinks in the fridge so I won't bother you unless
you need something." I think he knew how we intended to play.

It's kind of funny I guess. Chrissy and Jamie and I have done a lot of sex
play over at their house. They never really seemed very shy about it. But
when we got downstairs, the three of us stood around not really knowing
what to do. I knew what I wanted to do. My little bonerette hadn't gone
down at all since the restaurant, and I really wanted someone to play with
it. I was tempted to pull my track pants down and let it pop out. But I was
embarrassed for some reason.

"Wanna play with your Xbox?" Jamie asked. I shrugged my shoulders. Chrissy
looked over at me, giggled, and grabbed my stiffy through my pants.

"I want to play with this sex box," he laughed.  That broke the ice. "But I
gotta pee first. Too much punch and Coke, I guess."

Jamie and I looked at each other. It was like we could read each others
minds. We grabbed Chrissy tight around the waist.

"To the bathroom, Jamie!" We pulled Chrissy to the bathroom but didn't let
go of him when we got inside the room.

"Fuck!" Jamie said. "This bathroom is bigger than both ours put together."
He squeezed his brother around the waist.

"STOP JAMIE! I'll pee myself!" Chrissy cried.

Jamie answered by squeezing harder. I joined in, concentrating on pushing
hard on his bladder. The smell hit me first. Pee. Then a loud, rumbly fart
and another, more fetid smell.

"FUCK! You made me poop and pee myself."

We squeezed harder. We'd taken our shoes and socks upstairs when we'd first
returned from the restaurant. That meant we could hear Chrissy's pee
spattering on the tiled bathroom floor. Jamie released his grip on his
brother for a moment, pulled his board shorts down and scooted behind
Chrissy's back.

"It stinks back here, poopoo baby. I gotta wash away the stink." I peeked
around Chrissy and watched as Jamie peed a little bit on his back. He
pulled the waistband of his brother's board shorts and pushed his semi-hard
dickie inside the waistband. Like Jamie and me, Chrissy hadn't put on
underpants after the waterslides. He wore tan board shorts and Jamie's pee
darkened the back of the shorts, flowed down the back of both of Chrissy's
legs, and puddled around his feet. Its slightly brownish yellow mixed with
the brighter yellow of Chrissy pee puddle.

"Assholes!" Chrissy yelled, but he was laughing at the same time. He gently
pushed Chrissy to his knees, a slash of his big boy piss spraying the back
of his brother's head. Jamie said he'd finished. Since none of us had peed
since the waterslides, I knew Jamie had more in him. I wondered why he was
holding it.

"I gotta go now, too," I announced. I wasn't sure how I wanted to do it so
when Jamie made his suggestion, I decided to do as he suggested.

"Pee in his mouth, Trent. But don't take your dick out. Piss in your shorts
at the same time. And don't piss it all out. This room looks like a good
place for piss games."

I pushed my crotch against my best buddy's mouth and let go. He slurped as
much as he could but he lost some of my pee. Jamie tapped me on my head and
told me to stop. I still had to go bad but was able to clamp my pee muscle
closed. By that time the front and a little up the back of my bright red
shorts were soaked and there was a good sized brownish yellow pee puddle on
the floor.

Jamie giggled. "I guess I'm the only big boy here who didn't wet my pants
like a peepee baby." It was true. His blue, figured board shorts were
dry. He changed that quickly by lifting a kneeling Chrissy up and
depositing him next to the pee puddle. Jamie dropped down on his tummy and
dipped his head down to the tannish puddle in front of him and licked up
some of the pee. He then rolled all around the puddle, front and back,
getting himself even wetter than Chrissy and me. By the time he'd finished
rolling around, most of the puddle had been sopped up by his shirt and
shorts.

"Now I'm a peepee baby just like the two you," he crowed proudly. Then
suddenly, he looked concerned. "You sure your uncle or dad won't come down
here?"

"We're good," I answered. "They know what we play and they wouldn't come
down unless we asked them."

"In that case," Jamie announced, "Chrissy isn't just a peepee baby, he's a
poopoo baby, too. Let's see what he did in back."

Chrissy jumped up and tried to run away from us, telling us to "fuck off."
But we knew he was just playing because he never even tried to leave the
bathroom. We caught him pretty quickly and Jamie pulled him to the floor,
rolled him onto his tummy, and pulled his legs up enough so I could get my
hands on his shorts. He stuck his nose right into the darker brown stain on
the back of Chrissy's shorts.

"Stinks down there, Trent. Want a sniff?"

I bent over and inhaled deeply. No sniff for me. I wanted to smell it
good. And, yes, it smelled like poop. Not a whole lot but enough that there
was no mistaking what it was. The poop smell was combined with a powerful
stink of Jamie's pee. My dinky was already hard but the stench made it
twitch and harden even more.

"Poopoo baby. Poopoo baby," Jamie and I chanted. He nodded his head toward
his brother's shorts, signaling for me to do what I wanted to do. I pulled
the shorts off Chrissy's legs in one sudden pull. To be honest, I was
hoping for a poopy mess, but the shorts were just lightly smudged. Jamie
pulled Chrissy's cheeks apart. A distinct smell of poop wafted to my
nose. I leaned closer. There was the evidence. A deep brown smudge the size
of a flattened golf ball clung to his hole. I stuck my nose right into the
mess and breathed in. When I sat up, Jamie laughed.

"You've got a dookie nose! You want to tap that shitty, poopoo baby hole,
Trent? After all, it's your birthday."

Tap it -- I knew exactly what he meant and boy did I.

"Let me get some slippery stuff," I said starting to stand. Jamie pulled me
back down.

"Don't need it. We've done some stuff like this before and if the poop's
soft, it's slippery enough. Bang him. Fuck the little poopoo baby."

Hey, it was my birthday party so I stripped off my wet shorts as fast as I
could and climbed between Chrissy's legs. The little blob of poop on
Chrissy's poo hole made a perfect target. I lined up my huge boner with the
poop. (I know 1-1/2 inches isn't very huge, but it was so hard that it felt
that way right then). I jammed in as hard as I could.

"Fuck," I muttered, knowing I shouldn't be using the big boy word. "That
feels wild. And really nasty. I'm fucked right through your poo, Chrissy. I
can feel it inside you too. Oooo. It's warm and gooshy."

I started pumping with hard, little strokes. I didn't want to come out but
I did a couple of times. My dinky wasn't pink anymore. It was brown. Dark,
stinky brown. I'd been diddled with so much during the day by my two best
friends that I was super horny and knew I wouldn't last long. When I felt
the orgasm get close the first time, I stopped for a moment and took a deep
breath. I didn't want it to end so fast. When the feel like I was right
there about to cum passed, I pushed in hard once, twice, three times then
BOOM. It hit like an f-ing sledge-hammer.

"Holy, fucking shit!" I yelled. "Mother fucker!" I don't know if it was cuz
Jamie and Chrissy had been tweaking me so much or because I was really
fucking into some nasty poop, but the orgasm picked me up, shook me by the
neck, and spun me around the room. Or at least that's what it felt
like. When it passed, I dropped full force on to Chrissy's back, squeezing
a gasp out of him.

"You want me to jack you so you can cum? Or you want to poke me?" I asked
Chrissy.

"Too late, man. I had mine while you were shrieking and cumming. And don't
worry, me and Jamie are gonna poke you all night long. We're gonna wear
your tight little shit hole out. Trust me. It'll be our special birthday
present for you."

"Speak for yourself, little brother," Jamie piped up. "I got hella horny
watching Trent fuck your shitty little hole so I'm gonna poke him and poke
him good. Get down like a doggy, boy. It's time for your first birthday
fuck."

I got down on my hands and knees like Jamie had told me. Jamie crawled
behind me aimed his hard three incher at my hole. Only as I looked back at
it, it looked bigger than 3 inches. I sure looked like he was growing.

"You going to use anything to lube it?" I asked.

Jamie didn't say anything but he spit on his finger. He rubbed his spit
around my asshole and pushed his finger in. That embarrassed me because I
knew that was pretty full back there. Still watching I saw him pull his
finger out. It was completely covered in Trent poop. He lifted it to his
nose and took a deep whiff.

"Man, that's stinky shit. What you been eaten boy?"

I giggled. "Same as you and Chrissy. Does it stink worse than his?" I
didn't seriously think he would answer me. So it surprised me when he
reached over to Chrissy, rolled him onto his back, lifted his legs, and
scooped up the rest of the poop that had smeared his butt cheeks and his
butt. He lifted his two fingers to his nose and sniffed deeply.

"Smells almost as bad. Maybe even a little worse. Let's see which tastes
worse." He stuck the poopy finger that had been up my butt hole into his
mouth. He made a big show of sucking a clean and screwed up his face. Then
he stuck the other two fingers that were covered in Chrissy's poop in his
mouth. He slipped and sucked and made another nasty face.

"Ya know," he said, "they both taste like shit. Chrissy, you still got
anything inside I can use to slick up my dick?"

Chrissy got up on his knees like I was. He was a little off to the left but
I could see his butt clearly. He pulled his cheeks apart, strained a little
and farted. This is the first time I would have ever seen anybody poop
right in front of me. I'd watched myself do it in a mirror a couple of
times when I was alone in the bathroom, but I'd never really been able to
see how my hole opened up. As I watched, Chrissy farted again, this one
really loud and ripply and his butt hole twitched. A small brown speck
appeared at his poop hole. Then the hole started to grow bigger around
until a long, soft, brown poop snake oozed out and curled down to the
floor. As soon as the poop snake was out, his hole closed. He wiggled his
butt hard, and a small piece of poop stuck to the hole dropped off onto the
poop pile.

Chrissy then rolled from doggy onto his back and spun around, carefully
avoiding the poop pile on the floor less than a foot from my face. He
scooted between my arms and down under my body. He stopped when his penis
was right beneath my mouth. He may have just had his cum, but his dickie
was hard again, stretching its two and a half hard inches up from his tummy
like a birthday candle. My birthday candle.

"Your dick is all covered in my poop, Trent? It looks and smells so sexy
that way." Chrissy asked as he settled beneath me.

I felt some movement to my left and to see Jamie reaching over to the pile
of Chrissy poo, scooped up a good-sized handful and smeared it all over his
boner, his balls, and even on his tummy.

"Hmmm. Feels so warm and soft and nasty," he said as he rubbed his now
poopy boner. "You ever heard that someone fucked the shit out of someone
else? Well, I'm about to fuck the shit INTO you. "

With that, he shoved his boner into my hole really hard. It hurt a little
bit but I didn't care.

"You're really packed tight in there, Trent. I always thought you were full
of shit, but now I know it." Jamie joked.

With those last words, Jamie pulled back the length of his dick and rammed
in again. Just as he did, Chrissy grabbed my own poopy dickie with his lips
and began sucking me hard. Jamie was fucking my poopy poop-filled poop hole
while Chrissy was slurping my nasty, poopy dickie around in his mouth. It
was so nasty. So awesome.  And everything smelled like poop. Chrissy's hard
little boner was standing up in front of me -- but it was spotless clean.

But not for long.

I steadied myself on one arm, and I grabbed a good sized wad of Chrissy
poop. I squished it on his hard, little birthday candle dickie. I squeezed
it and squished it and rubbed it over his tight little ball sack. Then I
rubbed it all over his tummy right above his dickie. It stank terribly. It
stank just like what it was. Poo. Soft, squishy, warm, stinky, smelly
poo. It was wonderful. I ran out of poop to smear so I reached down and
grabbed another, bigger wad from Chrissy's stinky poop pile. I wasn't
looking but could feel a hand grabbing poop from the same pile. A bigger
hand. Jamie's hand.

I couldn't believe how nasty I was. How nasty my best friends were. Jamie
was shoving into my poop hole really hard now. I think it might have hurt,
he was doing it so hard but I really didn't notice. What I did notice was
Chrissy's mouth slipping off my dickie to be replaced by Jamie's
poop-filled hand. He was doing exactly what I'd done to Chrissy. He was
smearing me down there, all over my dickie and my balls, getting them even
dirtier than before. I took a break from my nastiness to look between my
legs. It was kind of hard to see, but Chrissy's head was inches from my
dickie. In short order Chrissy clamped his mouth back around that foul,
nasty, filthy, gross, poop-covered dickie and sucked it. Jamie's hand
smeared what remained of Chrissy poopoo -- and the was still quite a bit of
it -- and smeared it on my tummy and on Chrissy's face, all the while
ramming his big boy cocklet into my.

I pulled my head out and got back to my work. Chrissy's dickie and balls
were smothered in poo, but his tummy was only a little poopy. It was time
to fix that. I put my poop-filled hand and finger-painted all of Chrissy's
tummy from right over his dickie all the way to his belly button. It
smelled even worse -- even better -- than before. I was completely overcome
with all the sensations assaulting my senses. The pleasure/pain of Jamie's
hard cocklet pounding into me. Chrissy's warm, wet mouth slurping my poopy
dickie. The deep, rank stench of poop completely filling my nose. The
vision of Chrissy's pale tummy and thighs changing to deep, poopy
brown. The soft, warm squishiness of the poo I was smearing all over his
body.

Only one sense needed to be satisfied. I took a deep breath, opened my
mouth, and dove to engulf the lump of poop that was Chrissy's dickie. Sure,
I'd licked my finger clean before after it'd been up my poop hole. But I'd
never had this much poop in my mouth. I gagged slightly at the first taste,
but in spite of the stench, there wasn't really much taste to it. A little
waxy. A little like eggs. Soft and gooshy like oatmeal. But it wasn't
bad. I liked it.

Just at that moment, Jamie shoved into so hard I thought he was trying to
push his entire body inside me.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Fucking shit. Shit fucking shit fucker!" Jamie
chanted. He was dry cumming hard into me pulling my hips back onto him as
he slammed into me. I didn't want this completely disgusting, poop-filled
birthday sex party to ever end. I loved the nasty soft gooey poopoo taste
in my mouth and the warm, wet, soft feeling surrounding my dickie. I loved
the sharp piercing discomfort (because that's what it was, not a pain but a
discomfort) of Jamie's big boy cocklet smashing in my poop hole. Moving
around in the poo inside there, making me feel like I'd loose control any
moment.

I didn't want it to end but the end was rapidly approaching for me and it
was crashing down on Chrissy. I could feel his little dickie jerking around
in my mouth so I knew he was cumming. If I hadn't been able to feel it, I
would have heard it.

"Fuck shit motherfucker cocksucking shit eating motherfucking faggot shit
fucker," he yelled. Where did this sexy eight year best friend of mine get
his nasty mouth? I didn't really have time to think about the answer as my
mouth was filling up with hot, salty Chrissy-pissy. That did it! That
pushed me over the edge. I started pushing my dickie into Chrissy's mouth
as deep as it would go. My body shivered and jerked and twitched, all the
while Chrissy was pissing in my mouth. I clamped down with my lips --
careful not to bite -- not wanting to lose a drop of his stinky pee.

"I can smell it, you little piss fucker," Jamie said as his dry cum came to
an end. "You're pissing in the birthday boy. Me too! I'm gonna do it, too!"

My pooper was so full of poo and Jamie cock and I was so wrapped up by my
own shattering cum that I didn't feel it at first.  But then, my poo-filled
tummy started filling up even more, this time with Jamie's inner warmth,
his Jamie pee! That was it. No more forced control. I did what I often did
while cumming. I let my own stream loose into Chrissy's still-sucking
mouth. It must have surprised him because he lost connection with my dickie
but only for a briefest moment. He grabbed my spewing hose and sucked it
back into his mouth. He never stopped peeing. I swallowed as fast as I
could -- swallowed along with his audible gulping -- but I couldn't keep
up. Pee dribbled out of my mouth and spattered on Chrissy's tummy. All the
soda we'd drunk had to go some place and it seemed like it flowed
forever. Chrissy's pee flowing into my mouth. My pee flowing into his
mouth. Jamie's pee gushing in my butt.

Thankfully for me and my waning ability to swallow, Chrissy's flow slowed
and stopped first. Then mine quieted to a dribble and ceased. But Jamie --
jeeze, his just kept coming and coming and coming. I was filling up where I
was already very full. A piss enema. I was getting a piss fuck piss
enema. Those words were what it was. No little boy words here. And I felt
like I would burst. I clamped my poo hole as tight around Jamie's gushing
pisser until it, too, slowed to a dribble then stopped.

"Fuck man. That was awesome," Jamie gasped. "That's the first time I ever
did that. Won't be the last time, either. I gotta do that to you someday,
Christian."

Chrissy scooted out from underneath me and stood up. His little dickie was
soft and completely clean. Most of his ball sack was clean as well. But his
tummy and thighs were still poopy-smeared. A deep poopy-brown smear ringed
his mouth. Poo smudged his cheeks and the front of his white blond hair. He
was filthy dirty . . . and gorgeous.

Jamie carefully pulled out of me. My tummy was cramping and I didn't know
how long I could hold it so I clamped my hole as tight as it would
clamp. He came around in front of me. Unlike his younger brother, he was
clean except for both his hands and his now drooping, poopy softened
pecker.

"Want me to help you up?" he asked me. I didn't say anything but squinched
my face up and pointed at his hands. He looked at them. They were heavily
smeared in his brother's poo. I'm not sure why it bothered me to have him
touch me with them. After all, he'd rubbed me all over my dickie, balls,
and tummy with that same poo and I'd loved it. I guess I was feeling
embarrassed now that the fun part had passed.

Jamie looked at his hands then wiped them on his chest, leaving deep brown
streaks. He looked at them again, spit on them and wiped off on his
tummy. One last look and he brought his hands to his mouth and licked both
of them while Chrissy roared with laughter. I couldn't believe what I was
seeing. It both revolted and pleased me. Now all three of us had tasted
Chrissy's poo.

Once Jamie's hands were clean, he showed them to me and carefully helped me
rise. Once I was standing, a small cramp hit me and I squirted a tiny
squirt from my hole. I glanced behind me. Only a brownish wet spot. No real
poo. But I knew that poo was inside me and was trying its best to come out
along with all the pee Jamie had pissed inside me.

"I can't hold it too much longer, guys," I groaned. "I don't think I can
make it to the toilet."

Chrissy pointed to the floor drain in the middle of the tiled floor. All
our bathrooms had one for easier cleaning.

"Go there," he said.

"But you'll see me," I whined. That brought a huge roar of laughter from
both my friends.

Jamie said, "You watched Chrissy shit and we all got it all over
usselves. So you think we care if we see you take a shit?"

Jamie was right. I waddled the few feet over to the drain. My two friends
helped me squat over it.

"You ever had an enema, Trent? Cuz this is like an enema only it was piss
and my cock delivered it and not one of those tiny tube things." Jamie
asked. "When you let it out, it's gonna go everywhere. We'll help you it so
it doesn't do that."

Yes, I'd had enemas and not too long ago. I knew he was right, but I didn't
know how they'd help me out. But to be honest, I didn't care because a
vicious cramp hit just as he was finishing up what he was saying. I let
go. Just as my hole burst open, someone -- I didn't care who -- grabbed my
soft little noodle and pulled on it hard. I could feel Jamie's pee gushing
out of my hole. It burned, but I didn't mind. I could feel soft lumps of
poo passing out my hole too. It smelled like poop and old fish. It was a
nasty smell. And I loved it.

The flood passed ... at least for a moment. I took a deep breath and looked
at my two friends. They were lying on the tiled floor, their faces right
below my butt. To my right Jaime looked up at me. His face was wet with the
pee I'd just expelled and completely spattered with small light brown
flecks of my poo. Now I knew that it was Jamie who is pulling on my little
penis which was hard once again. I looked over at Chrissy on my left. If
anything is face was even dirtier than his brother's. He smiled and
deliberately licked around his lips. He was licking off the poop I'd
expelled.

"Got any more, poo-poo peepee birthday boy?" he asked.

"I don't think so. I think I let it all out," I muttered. Bust just as my
words left my mouth another cramp hit me.

"Ooo ooo. Yes, yes. I guess I do!" Chrissy pushed his head underneath my
butt and started licking my poop hole. I knew my best friend's face was
right below my poop hole and I knew that very, very soon I would poop all
over it. Part of me didn't want to, and part of me really wanted to do
it. And another part of me, my poop hole, didn't give me any choice. I let
go a gurgly fart right onto Chrissy's tongue which at that moment was
poking into my poop hole.

The fart was followed by a small spray of liquid -- Jamie's pee. Not much,
I guess I'd gotten rid of most of it the first time I let go. I could hear
Chrissy trying to slurp down the pee. I tried to hold back what was about
to follow that pee. I swear I tried, but I couldn't. I just couldn't. It
all just came gushing out of me. My hole just opened up and I dumped what
felt like a huge amount of poop all over my best friend's face. I could
tell it was soft by the way it felt coming out of my poop hole. I thought I
was done, but I was wrong. More soft poop came out. And as it did, Jimmy
picked up the pace of his pulling on my dickie. Another huge body shaking
orgasm smashed me at the same time I was pooping. It felt amazing.

"Fuckin' shit, man," Jamie said. "Our poopoo peepee birthday boy is coming
and going at the same time."

 Another couple of small gurgly farts. Another couple of small, soft
poops. I was gasping for breath. I was barely aware of what was going on
around me. Then a thick, wet tongue brought me back. Chrissy was cleaning
my poop hole, my crack, and my cheeks. I love the way it felt and I loved
him for doing it. But all of a sudden a wave of shame overtook me.

"I'm so sorry guys. I shouldn't of done it," I said on the verge of tears.

My two friends lifted me to standing. Jamie's face had a few poop smears,
Chrissy's was far worse of course. His face was pretty well covered in what
I just evacuated from my bowels.

"Hey, don't sweat it, man" Jamie told me. "We liked it. But I think maybe
we better clean up."

Jamie was right of course. We were all poopy messes. Fortunately, the
bathroom floor wasn't too bad. Jamie. Chrissy and I had taken a lot from
the pile. So I wasn't surprised to see that the remaining pile really was
not that big. I was trying to decide what to do with it, when Jaime bent
over, scooped it up in his hands, carried it over to the toilet, and
dropped it in.

The bathroom down here in our playroom is a lot like the master bathroom
next to Daddy and Papa Mark's bedroom. It's smaller, but it's still big and
is completely tiled with an open shower. The three of us climbed under the
showerheads and let the warm water wash over us. We cleaned each other off
very well including shampooing each other's hair.

(I know you've probably read tons of stories about boys taking long, sexy
showers together. Maybe that happens for some boys, but we only took as
long as was needed to get ourselves clean. If you want my opinion, I think
most boys are the same way. We don't particularly like taking long
showers. So stories of a of couple boys or a boy and a man spend a
half-hour cleaning each other and having sex just doesn't sound real to
me).

Once we cleaned each other off, we used this coiled blue plastic hose to
clean up the floor and make sure everything washed down the drain. When we
were done we climbed into the spa tub and filled it with warm water. One
cool thing about this tub is that when you fill it with water, the water
circulates through a heater that keeps it warm. Just like a regular hot
tub. Another cool thing is that Daddy and Papa Mark had a flat screen TV
installed on the wall. Not just the TV. A game system to. I'm not sure how
it works, but somehow it was all made waterproof including our game
controls.

"This is fucking awesome," Jamie said when I turned on Portal.

(My Daddy and Papa Mark don't want me playing violent video games at
home. They both knew I did when I'm at Chrissy and Jamie's back then. But
they don't like them. They tell me they've both seen too many people ripped
up by guns and knives in the hospital to condone those games. As I've
gotten older and seen what violence did to Patrick, I agree with them. But
you'll learn more about that soon).

I think we were all a little embarrassed about how dirty we all got when we
were fooling around because none of us talked about it. Then, curiosity got
the best of me.

 "Hey guys. I hope you don't mind me asking, but how long have you been
playing around dirty like that?"

They looked at each other and didn't say anything for what seemed like a
long time but was probably only like 4 seconds.

"It's okay," I said. "I liked it a lot. And sometimes I play a little dirty
but I've never done that much. In fact I think it was awesome."

Jamie laughed and looked right at Chrissy. Chrissy nodded his head.

Jamie spoke first, "Well, I never did it like that before Monday. Remember
how you little kids got out of school early because your teachers had
meetings and us older kids had a full day? I told Chrissy that Patrick and
me were going to hang out until around five before I came home. He was cool
with that. But when Patrick and I met up after school, we decided we wanted
to go over to the fort. We didn't really say why, but we both knew we
wanted to do sex. We weren't even thinking about Chrissy."

"Thanks a lot, assholes!" Chrissy said jokingly.

Jamie continued, "So Patrick and me walk into the Fort and guess what we
see? This guy here is lying on a plastic garbage bag totally naked. His
eyes are closed and he's rubbing poop all over his chest and tummy with his
left hand and jacking on his little dickie with his poopy right hand. He
must've rubbed it on his face earlier, because it was pretty well
covered. I was weirded out and looked at Patrick totally. He was
smiling. Chrissy didn't have any idea we were watching him until Patrick
spoke up. `Feels good like that, don't it kid?' Patrick said.

"Chrissy jerked upright as his eyes flew open. He started to cry. Patrick
strode over to him. He knelt beside him but was careful not to get too
close so he wouldn't get poopy himself. He leaned in. I couldn't believe
what I was seeing. He kissed Chrissy's poopy lips. That kiss was all
Chrissy needed to stop crying. He giggled and started jacking off with his
shit again. Patrick suggested that us two older kids get naked and join
Chrissy. We did. To be honest I was a little grossed out at first, but
seeing how much Patrick liked it, I started enjoying it too. The only time
I've done it, but Chrissy admitted to doing poop play for a number of
years. Patrick didn't say much about it except that he's got to do it for
his dad's friend sometimes and when he does he both loves and hates it."

I told my two friends that I'd never really rubbed it on myself before But
that I had picked up my poop, smelled it, squished it in my hands, and even
licked it. I also told him how Daddy had told me eating poop or even just
licking poop holes and poopy stuff wasn't healthy unless you got certain
shots. But I told them that Daddy said he could help them get the shots.

We played Portal for a few more minutes and then got out and dried off. We
were heading into the main playroom when the intercom clicked on.

"You've got a visitor, Trent" Papa Marks voice squawked. "He said he has a
birthday present for you. Should I send him down or do you want to come up
here?"

My stomach dropped. Could it really be Patrick? And he had a present for
me? At first I got really excited, then I wondered if his present was going
to be doing something mean to me. Then I thought of how Jamie and Chrissy
said that Patrick really did like me. Plus, with Papa Mark right upstairs,
he couldn't do anything really bad.

"Okay, Papa. Send him down but I'll let you know when." I didn't care that
I was naked. All I wanted was to see the boy I loved so much. Even if it
meant it was the mean Patrick who came down the stairs.

[To be continued. And I'd love to hear from you.
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