Date: Sat, 30 May 2015 19:06:14 +0000
From: Scat Boy <coproman69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Boys Will Be Toys - 3

Boys Will Be Toys - Part 3: The Redhead (Mbb, ped, anal, oral, ws, scat)
by Coproman


After my fantastic session with Tucker and Cayden, I was, of course,
looking forward to a repeat performance as soon as possible, meaning when
enough time had passed for Cayden's asshole to recover.  Meanwhile Tucker
and I continued to do our thing, adding something new and different every
day:

Tuesday...

I ate Tucker's after-school bowel movement again today, but since his anus
was still a tad tender from our workout on Friday, he offered up his mouth
for me to fuck instead.  Recalling how good his lips felt wrapped around my
dick when he'd briefly sucked it before I'd first fucked him, I graciously
took him up on his offer.

Things started out civilly enough--Tucker sitting on his bed while I stood
in front of him; he grasping the base of my cock and easing the head into
his mouth; me cradling his blond head with both hands while he slid his
lips up and down my shaft.  But things quickly heated up, beginning with me
rocking my hips and Tucker stroking the part of my dick he was holding on
to.  Pretty soon, all civility flew out the window.

Abandoning his hold on my cock, Tucker grabbed my ass with both hands, I
dug my fingers into his head, and we engaged in a full-fledged skull fuck,
his nose colliding into my pubes and my balls bouncing off his chin with
every stroke.  Though he was making some pretty scary sounds as I thrust my
tool down his throat, he stayed with me, and a few minutes later I erupted
into his esophagus, blowing a big slimy wad of semen down his gullet and
into his tummy.

Wednesday...

Tucker was particularly animated when I picked him up from school today.
He just couldn't keep still.  When I asked him what all the squirming was
about, he announced that he needed to "piss like a motherfucker" and had
hoped to go in Cayden's mouth after school.  But he'd discovered that
Cayden had left early, and since he didn't want to keep me waiting while he
dashed back into the school to go, he figured he'd just hold it until we
got home.  I only half-believed him, but I also didn't want him to have an
accident in the car, so I pulled over into a small wooded area not too far
from the school.  Jumping out of the car, the little blond danced over to
the nearest tree, but as he was unzipping his pants, I said, "Hey, Tuck,
wouldn't you rather go here?" and I opened my mouth and pointed inside.
Smirking, he replied, "Yeah, I THOUGHT your retarded ass might want it."

He wasn't kidding about having to go.  After nearly a minute of swallowing
hot boy-piss, I began to wonder just how big the fourth-grader's bladder
was and if he would ever finish peeing.  Soon, though, his stream began to
weaken, and a few final squirts later, my stint as a human urinal ended.

After letting go with a big burp, I kept Tucker's dick in my mouth and
began to suck it, enjoying the feel of it getting harder and harder.  When
he was fully erect, Tucker grabbed my head and proceeded to do to me what
I'd done to him the day before.  A few minutes later he moaned and
trembled, and I was rewarded with a small sweet treat to go with all the
piss I'd swilled.

I wanted to cap things off by having Tucker drop his pants, squat over my
face, and feed me his feces right there.  But I didn't want to compete for
it with a bunch of flies.  I also didn't want to risk being spotted, since
I was pretty sure I wasn't the only one who knew about this little wooded
area.  So we got back in the car and headed for home, but I couldn't get
the squat-and-shit idea out of my head.

Up till now, every time Tucker had taken a shit in my mouth, he'd been
naked.  Now, for some reason, I wanted to see him do it with his clothes
on, specifically his school uniform.  I wanted to see how he'd look taking
a shit if he'd had to go during class--making his way to the boys'
bathroom, finding an empty stall, pulling his pants down and plonking his
bare ass on the toilet.  Somehow this seemed even more decadent.

So as we pulled into the driveway, I asked Tucker if he could hold off
going for about ten minutes, and when he said yes, I told him to wait in
the car.  Dashing into the toolshed, I converted a rusted folding chair
into a makeshift rim seat in record time.  I then beckoned Tucker from the
door of the toolshed.  By the time he walked in, I was lying naked on the
floor with my head under the seat of the chair.

"Shit!" said Tucker, smiling that wicked smile of his I loved so much,
"That's the weirdest fucking toilet I ever saw!"

"And guess what?" I said.  "It flushes too.  Now close the door, get the
fuck over here, and start using it."

Watching Tucker as he sauntered over, I noted again how good he looked in
his school uniform, burning the image into my head before closing my eyes.
At first all I heard was him muttering "fucking retard" under his breath;
then I heard him unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants; finally I
heard the creaking of the old chair as he sat down on it.  I opened my eyes
again, and my heart began to race as I stared up at the nine-year-old's
perfect pale ass and his pregnant pucker.

This time Tucker didn't even ask if I was ready.  He just grunted, as if
signaling his anus to open, and it promptly obeyed, immediately releasing
his smelly brown bomb, which dropped straight into my mouth.  I was so
greedy for his boy-turds that I practically swallowed them whole, grunting
and snorting like a pig as they slid down my throat, and I swore I could
hear them splashing into the sea of boy-piss in my belly.

It didn't take long for Tucker to finish taking his after-school dump, and
when he was done, I lifted my head, intending to lick the leftover shit out
of his anus, but before I could do it, he got up.  With his pants and
drawers still bunched up around his ankles, he shuffled over to the side of
the toolshed, bent over, tucked his head down, and braced his arms against
the wall, all without saying a word.

Scooting from under the rim seat, I stood up and again just stared at the
little blond.  His slim white legs were a stimulating contrast against the
blue and gray of his school uniform, but his shirttail and the tail of his
blazer hid most of his butt.  Still I couldn't help being turned on, even
by the way his tie hung down from his shirt collar as he held this
provocative position.  I walked up behind him and draped the tails of his
shirt and blazer over his lower back, fully exposing his pale ass cheeks.
Bending my knees, I lined up my dick with his shit-smeared asshole, held on
to his hips, and pushed.

"Nngh!!" Tucker grunted, flinching as my glans popped into his anus.  I
didn't even wait for his rectum to adjust to the intrusion.  Knowing it was
still stretched open from his just having moved his bowels (and figuring
that the combo of my precum and his shit would be an adequate lubricant), I
forged ahead until all eight-plus inches were planted in his poop chute.

"Shit," I sighed.  "It's been too fucking long."

"For me too," said Tucker, his breathing ragged.  "Now fuck the shit outta
me with that fucking horse cock!"

He didn't have to tell me twice.  After only a few preliminary strokes, I
was banging away at the little blond's booty, my abs smacking against his
ass in a steady staccato beat that, along with our grunts and groans,
echoed off the walls of the shed.  I couldn't believe I was again having
hot raw sex with Tucker, that I was again ass-fucking the underaged object
of my lust.  It was hedonism at its purist, with no regard for morality,
legality, or repercussions.  In other words, it felt good and made me
happy, so it was okay.  And since Tucker was obviously enjoying it too, how
could it possibly be wrong?

So I just let go and immersed myself in the pleasures of the flesh,
literally fucking the shit out of the nine-year-old white boy's ass, the
odor of which began to fill the air as the friction from my pistoning dick
once again heated up the poop in Tucker's tailpipe.  It was the perfect
dirty smell to accompany the perfect dirty act, and in the midst of
pounding the preteen, I took a nice deep breath, filling my lungs with the
foul odor.

Needless to say, I was so overstimulated that it was hard for me to extend
my stay at the Tucker Inn, and I ended up checking out a lot sooner than I
wanted to.  Getting a good strong grip on the boy's hips, I hoisted him up
and pulled him against me while thrusting my hips forward, burying my cock
in his colon.

"Shit!!  Fuck!!  I'm coming!!" I screamed, trembling as I held Tucker's
buns as tightly as I could against me.  "Take it right up your little white
ass, you fucking pussy!"

"Nngh!  Nngh!" Tucker panted, his feet dangling in the air.  "Yeah, do it,
Jamir!  Bust your nut in my butt!"

I could hardly distinguish between the throbbing of my dick and the
pulsating of Tucker's rectum as I pumped stream after stream of spunk deep
in his bowels.  The feeling of release was so satisfying, so intoxicating
that I didn't want it to end; so when it finally did, I decided to extend
it, in a way.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" Tucker moaned as I gently lowered him back to the ground,
his ass still pressed against me and my dick still stuffed in his rectum.
It took him several seconds to notice what was happening, upon which he
turned his head just enough to catch my eye.

"Hey, retard, are you doing what I think you're doing?"

"Yeah, I'm taking a leak in your hot little ass to cool it down," I said.
"So keep still so you don't lose any."

The cute blond smiled, turned away from me, and thrust his ass back,
sealing it against my crotch, ensuring that not a drop of piss would leak
out when I was done.

"So what's the plan AFTER you fill me up?" Tucker asked.

"I'll let you know."

Actually I hadn't thought that far ahead.  I considered having him squat
over my face and release everything into my mouth.  But I was already
pretty full from drinking his piss and eating his shit, and I didn't think
I could drink my own piss on top of it without having an "unfortunate
reversal," as they say in pie eating contests.  So after thinking it over
for as long as it took me to finish pissing, I decided it would be better
if he went ON me instead of IN me.  Of course, for me that meant getting it
in the face.  But I didn't know how forcefully it would come out of him
and, therefore, how much splashback there might be, and since I didn't want
Tucker to be left having to explain to his mom why his uniform smelled like
a sewer, I had him strip before squatting over my head.

I was right to have been so cautious.  When Tucker released his sphincter,
my piss gushed out of his asshole like water out of a fucking fire hose,
splashing off my face and hitting him on his ass, his legs, even his back.
In other words, it was messy.  But as I lay there with my face and hair
drenched in shit-flavored piss, I couldn't have been happier.

Thursday...

As I'd expected, Tucker's asshole was so traumatized from the workout I
gave it yesterday that it again needed at least another day to recover.
Meanwhile I'd almost forgotten about Cayden, whose asshole was certainly
back to normal by now, but the moment I saw him standing next to Tucker as
I drove up to the school, all the memories of our encounter came flooding
back, and my dick instantly stiffened to full hardness.

"Hi, guys," I said, trying hard to keep my composure.  "So, Cayden, will
you be joining us back at the house today?"

"He can't," Tucker said before the boy could answer.  "But his mom's stuck
at work, so she won't be here for another 45 minutes, which gives us just
enough time to go to that place in the woods you took me to, do our thing,
and get back before she gets here."

"I don't know, Tuck," I said.  "Even though that spot's pretty secluded, we
may not be the only ones who know about it, and I wouldn't want us to get
caught."

"But if somebody else knows about it, what the fuck are THEY going there to
do?"

"Good point," I said, nodding and smiling at the boy's logic.  Then he
walked around to the driver's side, stuck his head in the window, and put
his mouth right beside my ear.

"And besides," Tucker whispered, "I KNOW you don't want to wait till next
week to get your cock back in that tiny white hiney."

"Better point," I whispered back, licking my lips as I looked at Cayden.

"So let's go," said Tucker, flicking his tongue in my ear and laughing when
I flinched.

This time instead of getting in the front seat with me, the two randy boys
jumped in the back, and as soon as I drove off, they surprised the hell out
of me by proceeding to strip.  I was glancing in the rearview mirror so
often that I could barely keep my eyes on the road.
Finally--mercifully--we arrived at our spot in the woods.

As soon as I stopped the car, the two naked boys jumped out and started
dancing around like nymphs--well, not exactly nymphs, because I don't
remember nymphs having penises or wearing shoes and socks.  But for some
reason this made their nudity even more exciting, and as I watched them
giggling with their hair blowing in the wind and their pricks flopping
around, I marveled at how innocent they looked.  Indeed, they presented the
perfect image of carefree childhood, in which nudity was completely
natural.  But this image was a complete sham.  In reality these
innocent-looking boys were more sexually depraved than most adults, and
this fact appealed to my love of contrasts, causing my dick to harden to
full stiffness.

Since I hadn't seen Cayden since our last encounter, I was anxious to
examine his asshole to see if I had caused it any permanent damage.  So I
opened the back door of the car and told him to bend over and hold on to
the seat so I could check him out.  With Tucker right beside me, I crouched
down, gently grasped Cayden's ass cheeks, and spread his anus open.  To my
relief it looked perfectly fine, as if a big black dick had never ravaged
its tiny pink interior.  I was so relieved that I gave it a big kiss,
plastering my lips over it and worming my tongue deep inside, which caused
Cayden to moan and wiggle his butt in my face, which turned me on even
more.

"Yeah, Jamir, eat his ass!" said Tucker.  "Can you taste his shit?"

"Mm-hmm," I responded.

"Tastes good, don't it?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Well, that's just an appetizer, 'cause he already told me he has to go,
right Cayden?"

"Uh-huh."

As soon as I heard that, my heart began to race.

"So go ahead and go, dork," Tucker said to him.  "Or do I need to do what I
did before to get you going?"

"...yeah, I think so," Cayden replied, "or it might not come out."

"No problem," said Tucker.

With those words, Tucker walked around, climbed in the back seat from the
other side, and got on his knees in front of Cayden, sticking his crotch in
the boy's face.  "Take that dick in your mouth, fuck face!"

Cayden obediently slipped the blond's semihard cocklet between his lips as
Tucker grabbed his head.

"You ready?"

"Mm-hmm," Cayden responded.

Two seconds later I heard a "mmph!" and felt him flinch, and two seconds
after that, I heard swallowing.

"Yeah, drink my fucking piss, toilet boy!" said Tucker, using the exact
same words I'd used when I'd pissed down Tucker's throat a couple of days
earlier.  "And do your thing!"

"Thing" had barely made it out of Tucker's mouth when Cayden farted in
mine, a strong puff of air whose foul odor I couldn't actually smell until
it invaded my sinuses and I breathed it out through my nostrils.

"Fuck, yeah!" said Tucker.  "Swallow that fucking fart, Jamir!  And get
ready for what comes next!"

Right away a semisoft turd practically exploded out of Cayden's asshole,
filling my mouth and damn near choking me as it forced its way into my
throat.  I was amazed that one boy could have his finger on the pulse of
another boy's bowels this way, but there was little time to think about
this.  There was only time to swallow, which I did twice, quickly catching
up to the rapid feeding as two thick chunks of boy-shit slid heavily down
my throat.

"Yeah, eat that fucking shit, retard!" said Tucker, whose blue eyes seemed
to be on fire as he stared down at me.  "You're such a fucking pervert,
you'd probably love it if our whole fucking class came over here and shit
in your fucking mouth, wouldn't you?"

As I slurped down another turd, I just looked at Tucker, but I'm sure my
eyes said it all.  Just the thought of a entire class of cute fourth-grade
white boys shitting in my mouth got my libido so worked up that I damn near
came!  I imagined myself lying on the floor of the boys' bathroom, the
toilet stalls vacant but ignored as the boys lined up to use me instead,
each one patiently waiting his turn.  Then one by one they'd pull down
their pants and squat over my head, each perfect little white ass poised
above my face, each perfect little pink asshole puckering over my open
mouth.  Over and over again, I would experience the special thrill of
watching a white boy's anus blossom open and the exhilaration of having his
shit drop straight into my mouth.  It would, of course, be a struggle to
swallow so many turds as each boy evacuated his bowels, but no matter how
many boys there were, I would keep eating until every single kid had been
serviced.  By then my belly would be so full of boy-shit that I would look
like I was nine-months pregnant, unable even to lift myself off the floor.
But the boys would help me up; then all of them would surround me, cheering
and applauding my amazing performance, and I would waddle home with a big
smile on my face.

"Hey, fuck face, you finished drinking that piss?" Tucker asked, snapping
me out of my delicious daydream.

"Mm-hm," Cayden replied.

"And are you done shitting?"

"Mm-hm."

"Good.  Now suck my dick, and get ready to take Jamir's cock up your ass!"

Tucker's creepy smile was back as he got a tighter grip on Cayden's head
and began to buck his hips, fucking the boy's mouth.  I swallowed the last
mouthful of Cayden's shit and began to ream him out with my tongue, his ass
banging against my face every time Tucker poked his pecker into his
friend's mouth.  When I'd slobbered over his anus enough to lubricate it, I
pulled up, pointed my dick at his wet hole, and pushed.

"Nnngghh!" Cayden complained as my glans popped into his poop chute.  This
time, though, I ignored his reaction and simply forged ahead until every
inch of my cock was stuffed inside his shitter.  Only then did I relax,
taking a deep, cleansing breath.  It felt so great to be back inside
Cayden's tight little boy-box that I wanted to stay right there, not
moving, enjoying the contractions of his rectum, savoring every second.
But time was of the essence, so I got a good grip on his "tiny white
hiney," as Tucker had referred to it, and began the age-old action normally
employed by males on females to propagate the species.

"Yeah, fuck him, Jamir!  Fuck his little white ass!" said Tucker, his
sweaty face only inches away from mine as we spit-roasted Cayden.

Though Cayden's lips were wrapped around Tucker's cock, I was pretty sure I
heard him whimpering "No...stop...no...stop...no...stop...!" the whole time
Tucker and I fucked him, chanting it like a mantra while, at the same time,
continually thrusting his butt against me to ensure maximum anal
penetration.  Even though I'd experienced this disconnect before, it was
still very strange...and extremely exciting.  The notion that I was taking
something from him but, at the same time, he was surrendering it to me just
further satisfied my love of contrasts.

Naturally I didn't expect to last very long in such a snug little shitter,
and I was right.  Despite slowing down, rotating my hips, and taking more
deep breaths, I was so turned on by Cayden that it was impossible to delay
the inevitable by more than a few minutes, and much sooner than I wanted it
to, my orgasm consumed me.

"Shit!  Fuck!  I'm coming!" I hissed between clenched teeth, trying my best
to suppress my cries of passion as I pulled back hard on Cayden's hips
while sticking my schlong as far up his ass as I could get it. "Take it
right in that hot boy-pussy, you cocksucking little bitch!"

As I'd done with Tucker the day before, I actually lifted Cayden up in the
air as I flooded his bowels with semen.

"Yeah, Jamir, bust your nut in his butt while I bust mine in his mouth!"
said Tucker, who was now furiously humping Cayden's head.  Less than thirty
seconds later, he gasped, stiffened, and grimaced as he pulled Cayden's
face into his crotch.  "Yeah, take it, you fucking pussy!  Drink my fucking
cum!"

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Cayden moaned as he swallowed our spunk from both ends.  A
few seconds later I felt him shiver.  I reached underneath him just in time
to catch his boy-nectar in my hand.  When his orgasm was over, I brushed my
finger against his piss slit, which made him flinch.  Satisfied that I had
collected everything Cayden's immature gonads had managed to produce, I
carefully brought my hand back.  I smiled as I gazed upon the tiny drops of
sticky fluid in my palm.  I lapped them up with just one swipe of my
tongue.

Once we'd all caught our breath, Tucker and I simultaneously pulled out of
Cayden.  He deflated like a balloon, collapsing onto the back seat.  Right
away he farted and my cum began to dribble out of his asshole. I was
concerned because it was already time for us to get dressed and return to
the school, and even if he squatted over my face and fed it back to me,
there was no way the shitload of semen I'd shot up his ass would drain out
in time.  And when it finally did make its way out, it would leave a real
mess, not only in his underwear but probably in his trousers as well.

But once again Tucker saved the day.  Anticipating the situation, he
reached into his pocket and, with a flourish and a dramatic "Ta-daaa!"
produced his butt plug.  After carefully inserting it in Cayden's anus, he
gave the boy careful instructions on when to pull it out and where to hide
it.  After that the three of us just sat naked in the cool breeze, allowing
our sweaty bodies to air out naturally before putting our clothes back on
and driving back to the school.

We managed to drop Cayden off only minutes before his mom pulled up to pick
him up.  This time I did hang around to get a glimpse of her.  Though she
didn't get out of the car, I could see enough of her through the window to
tell who Cayden had gotten his good looks from, as well as his pale skin
and dark hair, and had I been of a different persuasion, I'd have made a
play for her, specifically to find out if her son's sexual strangeness was
also a maternal inheritance.  But in the midst of my mental meanderings, I
felt an elbow in my ribs.

"Hey, pervert, stop ass-fucking Cayden's mom and let's go home," said
Tucker.

I smiled.  "That's NOT what I was thinking."

"Okay, then stop pretending Cayden's mom is his DAD, stop ass-fucking HIM,
and let's go home."

This time I laughed.  "That's not what I was thinking either.  But I gotta
hand it to you--that was a good one."

As we drove to Tucker's house, I assumed that Cayden's "boy pussy" would be
in recovery again and, therefore, unavailable to me at least until Monday,
so I asked Tucker to tell me more about his other friend, the fart smeller.

"Toby?  Oh, you'd like him," said Tucker.  "He's a ginger--you know, a
redhead, and he's kind of funny looking, with his long hair and freckles
and all, but he's kind of cute too."

"So why aren't you as close to him as you are to Cayden?"

"Duuh!  Would you rather get your ass smelled or your dick sucked?"

I smiled.  "Okay, I get it.  Is that all he's into?"

"No, but I don't always feel like playing Truth or Dare, which he LOVES."

"But doesn't that take at least three people?"

"Yeah, and that's the problem.  He's always either dragging someone along
with him or running around trying to get someone else involved because he
needs an audience to watch him be a fucking perv.  That's his thing, but
sometimes I just want a hot mouth to fuck or piss in, and Cayden's always
good for that."

"But Toby sounds interesting," I said.  "Think you can introduce us?"

"Just can't resist that red hair...or that white ass, huh?"

"Something like that," I said, giving Tucker a sheepish grin, and probably
blushing too, judging by the hotness I felt on my face.

"Sure, I'll introduce you.  Every now and then he comes over and we play
video games, so I'll ask him if he's free tomorrow.  If he is, it'll work
out good 'cause my mom and dad'll be getting home a little later than usual
tomorrow."

Just hearing that made my heart start beating faster, but I managed to keep
my composure.  "So has he ever taken it up the ass before?"

"I don't know.  Besides the fart smelling, all we ever did was feel each
other up, dry hump each other, and jack off together a few times."

"So how are you going to get him to do it?" I asked.

"Easy," said Tucker.  "Like I said, he LOVES to play Truth or Dare, and he
also happens to be the most predictable motherfucker on earth, so all I
have to do is offer to play, have you there, and let him go first.  I'll
say 'dare,' and he'll dare me to fart in his face in front of you.  I'll
pretend I don't want to, but of course I will; then I'll dare him to take
your cock up his ass.  He'll want to back down, but he won't, and before
you know it, you'll be busting a nut in his ginger butt."

"You really think he'll follow the script that closely?"

"Trust me," he said, smiling.

And I did trust him, especially after Cayden.  I totally trusted this cute,
cunning nine-year-old to help me satisfy my perverted needs because I knew
that, in doing so, he was satisfying his own perverted needs at the same
time. There was obviously something about seeing me drive my black dick up
his friends' white asses that turned Tucker on as much as taking it up his
own white ass did, and this made for a great symbiotic relationship.

Of course I couldn't resist asking Tucker about the possibility of Toby
taking a shit in my mouth, but he said he couldn't guarantee it because he
knew nothing about the boy's bowel habits.  Oddly enough, as eager as I was
to sample the redhead's shit, I wasn't all that disappointed hearing this,
because I knew that eventually my perverted pal would find a way to make
that happen too.

"Hey, Jamir," Tucker said as we turned into the driveway.  "Since you want
to eat Toby's shit and I still have to go, just pretend I'm him."

"How am I supposed to do that when I've never met him?" I asked.

"You'll see," he said, smiling.  "Just go in the toolshed and lay under
that toilet chair thing of yours."

"Okay."

Opening the car door, Tucker dashed into the house while I, with another
raging hard-on straining inside my pants, slowly gathered myself, eased out
of the car, and walked as naturally as I could towards the toolshed.  Once
inside I quickly undressed and set up my makeshift rim seat.  I was just
about to slide under it when there was an urgent knock at the door.

"Hello?  Anybody in there?  I gotta go BAD, and somebody told me there was
toilet in there.  Is there?"

"Yeah.  Come on in," I said.

As I lay on the floor, the door swung open and some strange kid pranced in.
He was wearing the same school uniform as Tucker, but he had
fire-engine-red hair that came half-way down his back and a face full of
big brown freckles.  I couldn't help laughing.

"Hey, Mister, my name is Toby, and I REALLY gotta take a shit.  Where's the
toilet at?"

"Right here, Toby," I said, patting the rim seat as I settled into position
under it.

"Really, Mister?  That don't look like no toilet to me.  And your face is
right where my poop's gonna go!"

"Don't worry about that, Toby.  Just come on over and have a seat."

"Well...okay, Mister, if you say so.  But if there's a mess, don't blame
me."

"I promise I won't."

With that reassurance, the redhead unbuttoned his blazer, pulled down his
pants, and sat down on the rim seat, his ass looking surprisingly like
Tucker's.  Though he'd been reluctant to do his business on such an odd
looking toilet, his bowels opened up right away; and though I'd already
eaten Cayden's load, I was still able to slurp down every crumb of this new
kid's shit as well.  When he was done, I licked his dirty anus clean.

The moment I finished tongue-washing the strange kid's asshole, he hopped
up, pulled his pants up, buttoned his blazer, and disappeared out the door
without so much as a goodbye.  Later on, I dropped by Tucker's room and
asked him about the mysterious redhead.  He gave me a puzzled look and
swore he didn't know what the fuck I was talking about.

Friday...

As much as I trusted Tucker, I was still nervous about meeting Toby, more
nervous, in fact, than I'd been about meeting Cayden.  Driving up to the
school today, my mouth felt as dry as cotton, so I kept licking my lips.  A
few minutes later, however, I would be licking them for a very different
reason.

There they were, Tucker and Toby, sitting together on the steps of the
school.  But Toby was wearing a hoodie, so I couldn't see his hair or get a
good look at his face.  Then, as if he'd read my mind, he reached up and
pulled off the hood.  What I saw made me gasp then smile and shake my head.

Toby was not just a ginger, he was the quintessential ginger, with bright
orange-red hair that glowed in the sunlight.  His eyebrows and eyelashes
were the same spectacular color, and with them came a splash of freckles
across his cheeks and the bridge of his pug nose, and wonderfully pale skin
beneath it all.  On top of that, his eyes were a deep blue and his lips a
ruby red.  In short, he looked a LOT better than the weird character who'd
shit in my mouth in the toolshed the day before.  On the contrary, the real
Toby was one of the most succulent little white boys I'd ever seen, and I
couldn't wait to devour him.

But when I stopped in the pickup area, only Tucker got up and walked over
to the car, looking very somber as he stuck his head in the passenger-side
window.

"Well," he said, "I asked Toby if he could come over today, and guess
what?"

"He can't make it, right?"

"Annnnnnt!" he said, once again imitating the sound of a "wrong-answer"
buzzer.  "He said yes!" Tucker announced with a big bright smile.

"Great!" I said.  I wanted to be pissed off at him for trying to fool me,
but I was too excited about having Toby join us.

"He just wants to know if you can drive him home after."

"Of course," I said.  "No problem."

With that he turned around and beckoned to Toby, who jumped up, trotted
over, and extended his hand through the passenger-side window.

"Hi, Mr. Jones.  Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, Toby," I said, shaking his hand.  "But Mr. Jones is
my father.  Just call me Jamir."

"Okay," he agreed, grinning a beautiful boyish grin that showed off his
dimples.

"All right, all right!" said Tucker.  "Enough with the hellos.  We've got
video games to play."

As I drove home, with the boys in the back seat, Tucker kept the
conversation confined to video games, and the fourth-graders argued over
which ones were the best.  The fact that Toby was totally in the dark,
thinking this was simply a routine trip to his friend's house for a routine
round of game-playing, had me horny as hell, as I tried to anticipate his
reaction when we finally revealed the true nature of his visit.  Every now
and then I would catch a glimpse of Tucker in the rearview mirror, and he
would smile or wink at me, which made me even hornier.  By the time we got
to the house, I had to do what I'd done that very first day with
Tucker--wait until the boys had exited the car and gone in the house to
give myself time to adjust my erection in my pants before following them.

Though it probably lasted no more than half an hour, the video game playing
seemed to go on forever.  It was frustrating, but I knew it had to be done
to properly set the stage for what was to follow, so I sat there patiently
with the boys the whole time, interacting with them, zealously rooting for
Toby, and it didn't take long for him to warm up to me.  Tucker seemed to
pick up on the exact moment this happened and, after giving me a quick nod,
proceeded to deliberately lose the next game to Toby, which led to me
raising the redhead's arm in triumph, as if he'd just won a championship
fight.

"Okay, that's enough," Tucker said, pretending to be annoyed as he tossed
his controller onto the pile of clothes that lay in the only chair in his
room.  "I'm tired of kicking your ass.  Let's play something else."

Toby's blue eyes lit up.  "How about Truth or Dare?"

After supposedly thinking it over for a moment, Tucker said, "Yeah, okay.
I'm down for that."

"Me first!" Toby piped up before Tucker could say another word.

"Okay," said Tucker, giving me a quick "I-told-you-so" look.  "Do your
worst."

"Truth or dare?" Toby asked, staring him right in the eye.

"Dare," Tucker replied, staring right back at him.

Toby's smiled; then he glanced at me and his smile got bigger.  "I dare you
to pull down your pants and drawers and give me a bare-ass fart in the
face...in front of Jamir."

"Wow!" I said.  "Seriously?"

"Yep."

Then we both looked at Tucker, who was just standing there with his eyes
stretched wide and his mouth hanging open.  His deer-in-the-headlights
expression deserved an Academy Award.

"Well?" Toby asked, looking smug.

"...uhh...okay, but...I don't know about doing it in front of him."

"Either that or you lose!" Toby gleefully said.

"...well, okay.  I'll do it."  Looking fearful, Tucker turned to me again.
"Jamir, you gotta promise not to tell my mom or dad, okay?"

"Listen, I'd never do anything to interfere with a game of Truth or Dare,"
I said, thoroughly impressed by Tucker's performance.  "So don't worry.  My
lips are sealed."

Facing away from Toby, Tucker gave me a smirk and a wink as he unbuckled
his belt then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them drop off his
slim hips, which left him wearing only his tighty-whiteys.  Smirking at me
again, he continued to stand there, waiting for his friend to say
something.  It didn't take long.

"Come on, Tuck!  Drawers too, or you lose!" said Toby.

"Okay, okay.  Don't rush me," said Tucker, again pretending to be annoyed.

After giving me a tight-lipped, I'm-about-to-laugh smile, Tucker grasped
the elastic waistband of his briefs and slowly pushed them down, keeping
his eyes on me as I watched his slender erection bend down then spring back
up when the waistband moved past his cockhead.  As I licked my lips, he
bent over and looked over his shoulder at Toby.

"There.  Satisfied?" he asked.

"Only if you fart," said Toby.  "If you can't, you still lose."

"I think I can, but hurry up, so I can pull my pants back up," said Tucker.
"This shit is embarrassing."

The fact that Tucker was sporting a full-fledged boner should have told
Toby something about how embarrassed his blond-haired friend really was.
But Toby was so focused on the boy's ass that I'm not sure he even noticed.

Stepping to the side to get a better look, I watched Toby do his thing.  He
eagerly approached Tucker, crouching behind him and giving his lower back a
gentle push to prompt him to bend farther over.  After looking at me again
to make sure I was watching, Toby spread Tucker's cheeks and buried his
face in his ass.  I moved in and stooped down to get an
up-close-and-personal view, and as soon as I did, a huge fart erupted out
of Tucker's bowels.

"Fuck!" Toby responded, his voice muffled by Tucker's ample butt cheeks.

I was so close to the boys that I immediately picked up the scent of
Tucker's fart, which smelled like a rotten egg.  I was sure this was much
more than Toby had bargained for, and I expected him to retreat from the
offending odor.  But to my surprise the little redhead didn't budge.  The
next thing I heard was sniffing.

"Yeah, smell my fucking fart, fuck-face!" said Tucker, grinding his ass in
Toby's face.  "You like smelling that shit, don't you?"

"Mmmmmmmmm!" Toby moaned.

Winking at me again, Tucker reached around, grabbed a fistful of Toby's
hair, and yanked, forcing the boy's face even harder into his ass crack.
Then he farted again, bombarding Toby's nostrils with another blast of
putrid air.  And again the little ginger sniffed away, inhaling noseful
after noseful of the smelly ass gas, determined, it seemed, to fill his
lungs with it.

"See, Jamir?  That's what he wants.  He wants you to see what a
fart-smelling little freak he is.  Right, Tobe?"

"Mmmmmmmmm!"

I was already super-hard from watching this perverted scene, and when
Tucker farted a third time and practically sat on Toby's face afterwards, I
could feel my dick twitching.  Finally Tucker let his friend go, and Toby,
his eyes closed, fell to his knees, gasping for breath but with a big smile
on his face.

"So do I win the dare?" Tucker asked, pulling his pants back up.

"Yeah...you...win!" Toby panted.  "DEFINITELY!"

"Good.  Now it's my turn: Truth or dare?"

Still smiling, Toby slowly opened his eyes and said, "Dare," just as Tucker
had told me he would.

"Okay.  I dare you to...take Jamir's cock all the way up your butt," said
Tucker.

"Say what?!" I asked before Toby could answer (and, if I do say so myself,
rivaling Tucker's acting with a little mock shock of my own).  "Since when
did I become a part of you guys' game?"

"Since you got a fucking hard-on watching us, that's when," said Tucker.
"So how about it, Jamir?  You want to join in?"

"...well...uhh...I don't know," I muttered, imitating Tucker's hesitant
speech.

"Come on!  Be a fucking man and just say yes!"

"...well, okay.  If Toby takes the dare, I'll do it."

Tucker and I immediately looked at his cute friend.  "Well?" Tucker asked
him.  "Are you gonna take the dare, or are you gonna be a fucking pussy and
give up?"

The little redhead didn't answer.  He just stood there frozen, first
looking at Tucker, then at me, then at the bulge in my crotch.  His
expression had morphed from contentment to panic: His jaw had dropped, his
eyes were stretched wide, and his pale face had gotten even paler, causing
his freckles to stand out even more.  But unlike Tucker and me, this was no
play-acting.

"Well?" Tucker asked again, looking even more smug than Toby had when he'd
pressed Tucker for an answer.

"...uhh...I don't know.  His thing's kinda big."

"But you've taken a dick up your butt before, right?" asked Tucker.

"No, not really."

"You mean NEVER?" Tucker remarked in a tone intimating how amazed he was
that Toby could be so sexually green.

"Well, my brother, who's in high school, tried to put his in me once, but
it hurt, so I made him take it out," Toby admitted.

"You didn't cry or nothing, did you?" asked Tucker.

"...no, not much."

"Well, that's a start.  It means you took it like a man instead of a
fucking pussy, even if you didn't take it all the way.  But now you need to
go further," said Tucker, "so you can catch up with the rest of us and join
the club."

"What club?"

"The 'Take-It-Up-the-Butt' club," said Tucker, briefly turning his head to
give me yet another surreptitious wink.  "It's a secret club that all the
cool guys in our school belong to.  But to join, you have to take three big
cocks all the way up your ass."

"At the same TIME?!!"

"No, dumbass, three different cocks at three different times."

"Oh.  But that would still hurt."

"That's the point," said Tucker.  "If you can take all three then you're a
man instead of just a boy...or a fucking pussy.  Get it?"

"Yeah, I get it.  And you mean you and the other guys ALL took it up the
butt THREE times?"

"That's right.  But it only hurts in the beginning.  After that it feels
better.  So do you want to join the club or not?"

"Uh-huh," said Toby, giving a quick nod.

"And do you think you can take Jamir's cock up your ass without crying like
a little bitch?"

"...I don't know. I guess so."

"Then take off your clothes and lay down on the bed," said Tucker.  "On
your stomach."

After giving us a long wary look, Toby turned away from us, stripped,
climbed on the bed, and lay down on his stomach, pressing his face into the
pillow.  He looked as adorably vulnerable as a naked nine-year-old white
boy could look, and I drooled as I stared at his very pale buns.

"That ass is hot, isn't it?" Tucker asked me in a "whisper" loud enough for
Toby to hear.

"Yeah, it's fucking turning me on," I replied, also in a loud whisper.

"Then go for it.  But lube him up first...with your tongue."

As soon as Tucker said that, I saw Toby flinch, which confirmed that he was
indeed listening to us.  He flinched again when I got on my knees behind
him and spread his ass cheeks, revealing the pale pink star of his anus.
And when I leaned over and brushed the tip of my tongue against it, he not
only flinched again but uttered a little yip as well.  After that I glanced
over at Tucker, winked, and dug in.

"Ooh!  Ooh!  Ooh, shit!  Ooh, shit!" Toby moaned as I greedily licked,
sucked, and tongue-fucked his asshole.  Naturally I could smell and taste
the boy's shit, which seemed unusually strong, but this just turned me on
all the more as I anticipated a future session in which I ate a fat turd
out of this same hole I was slobbering over.

"Yeah, eat that ass, Jamir!" Tucker urged me.  "Get it ready to take that
fucking horse cock!"

I wasn't sure it was such a good idea for Tucker to remind Toby of what I
was packing or what he'd be taking up his ass.  But he knew his friends
better than I did, and, again, I trusted him implicitly, so I figured he
knew what he was doing.

Figuring out what I was doing, on the other hand, was a different story.
For some reason I got the notion that Toby's virgin venture into man-boy
sex should be completely natural, without even the aid of Tucker's K-Y, so
I spent several long minutes performing anilingus on him, ladling as much
spit into his shitter as I could.  When I finally lifted my head to check
things out, his whole ass crack was swimming in saliva and tiny white spit
bubbles were oozing out of his anus.

Normally the next step would have been to stick my middle finger in Toby's
rosy little hole and slide it up and down his anal canal several times as
part of his preparation, but this time I inserted only a fingertip, moving
it in small widening circles, gently stretching his asshole at the point of
entry but no farther.  I didn't want to remind him of what it was like when
his brother had tried to fuck him, and even a single finger up his ass
might do just that, causing his whole body to tense up.  Yes, this first
real ass fuck would also be painful, but I felt it would be better if he
experienced that pain all at once instead of in stages.  Better to just get
it over with.

At the same time, I wanted to do everything possible to minimize the
inevitable difficulties of first entry, so I motioned to Tucker, who was
sitting beside us playing with his pecker. Smiling at him, I grabbed a
handful of his silky blond hair and pulled his face toward my crotch.
Knowing exactly what I wanted, Tucker clutched the base of my cock, took
the head in his mouth, and began to slide his pink lips up and down the
shaft, bathing it in spit.  His mouth was so talented that I was afraid I
would shoot my load down his throat before getting a chance to fuck his
little friend.  But, of course, Tucker understood this and stopped just as
I was about to push his head away, smiling at me as he backed away with
strings of saliva stretching from his lips to my cockhead.

With a nice shiny coating of boy-spit on my dick, I turned back to Toby,
putting my knees on either side of his thin thighs and inching up until I
was poised above his ass.  For the third time in my life I had reached the
moment of truth with a cute young white boy, and I was just as excited as
if it were happening for the very first time.  After taking another look at
Tucker, who blew me a kiss, I gently pulled Toby's ass cheek to the side
with my left hand, grasped my cock with my right, aimed the head at his
exposed anus, and leaned in.

"Nnggh!!" Toby grunted, his asshole instantly closing up as he reached back
and pressed his hand against my torso in that universal "Halt!" signal that
all fuckees seem to know instinctively.  "FUCK, that hurts!"

"Come on," said Tucker.  "Don't be a pussy.  Just relax and push out like
you're taking a shit."

"I can't," said Toby.

"Why not?" asked Tucker.

"'Cause I might do it for real."

"Do what?" I asked, my heartbeat rapidly increasing.

"...you know.  A number two," Toby coyly replied.

"You mean you have to take a shit?" Tucker asked him, looking as excited as
I was surprised.

"Yeah, kinda.  But not a big one.  That's why I was trying to hold it."

"You can't do that," said Tucker.  "Even if it's only a small one, if you
don't shit it out, there won't be enough room, and his cock'll hurt even
more going up your butt.  You don't want that, do you?"

"No."

"Then shit it out."

"Okay.  So where's the bathroom?" Toby asked as he turned over and sat up,
looking more than a little relieved that the anal penetration had been
interrupted.

Neither Tucker nor I responded.  We just looked at each other then back at
Toby again as though neither of us could remember where the bathroom was.
Personally I was still trying to get past the fact that I--of all
people--had overlooked the boy's need to take a shit.  Yeah, I'd noticed
the unusually strong odor, but because I'd stuck only my fingertip inside
him, I hadn't probed far enough up his poop chute to detect a turd.

I should have been miffed by my mistake; instead I was elated because it
made for a true surprise, a serendipity, so I considered myself lucky.  But
it would be up to Tucker to make sure that Toby didn't end up feeding the
toilet instead of me, and I was depending on him to come through.  Once
again my little blond bud did not disappoint.

"My bathroom's right there," Tucker finally said, pointing to the door at
the back of the room.  "But before you go, I've been thinking about
something, and I want to know what you think."

"About what?" asked Toby.

"Well, I figure since Jamir is a part of our Truth or Dare game anyway, we
should give him a turn too.  What do you think?"

After pondering this for a moment, Toby smiled and said, "Yeah, I guess
it's only fair."

"Good."  Tucker then turned to me.  "So, Jamir, which one of us do you want
to play with?"

"Well, since I've already played Truth or Dare with you before," I said to
Tucker, "how about Toby?"

"Okay," said the redhead, smiling that cute dimpled smile.  "Go for it."

"Truth or Dare?" I asked.

"Dare!"

"Okay, here goes," I said, glancing again at Tucker before staring straight
into Toby's freckled face.  "You said you have to take a shit, right?"

Toby nodded.

"Well, I dare you to do it...in my mouth."

For the second time that day, Toby's eyes widened and his jaw dropped, but
this time his face turned red instead of white.  "You dare me to WHAT?"

"You heard him," said Tucker.  "He's a fucking perv, just like you, and he
wants you to take a shit in his fucking mouth."

"Ewwwwww!" Toby responded, his face morphing into a mask of frowns.
"That's so fucking GROSS!"  And for the next several seconds he just stared
at me; then he asked, "And if I do it, what are you gonna do with it?  I
mean, you're not gonna...like...EAT it or nothing, are you?"

"Take a wild guess," said Tucker before I could answer.

"DOUBLE Ewwwwww!" said Toby, frowning even more severely but betraying the
hint of a smile as he continued to stare me down.  "I thought what I did
was pervy, but that shit is off the fucking charts!"

I couldn't help snickering at his remark, and his openness in saying it out
loud led me to believe that it wouldn't take a whole lot of convincing to
get him to do it.

"So you down for it, homeboy?" Tucker asked him in his ghetto slang.  "You
ready to take a fuckin' dump in the brother's mouf?"

Snickering, Toby replied in a similar ghetto slang, "Yeah, cuz, I'm down."

I smiled.  The irony of their exchange was that, had it actually been
between two black boys, I wouldn't have had the slightest interest in
performing such a nasty act with either of them.  But two little white boys
pretending to be black was different, a tremendous turn-on that made me all
the more eager to taste Toby's turds.

"Hey, Tuck, YOU ever do it?" Toby asked his friend as I followed them to
the bathroom.

"Do what?"

"Go in his mouth."

"Sure.  Lots of times."

"And he ATE it?"

"Yep."

"ALL of it?"

"Yep."

"And it didn't make him sick or nothing?"

"Nope.  He's like a fucking human toilet," said Tucker, glancing back at me
and smiling.  "Right, Jamir?"

"...well, I try," I replied.

"Yuck!  I STILL say it's fucking gross," said Toby.  "But who am I to talk,
right?"

"Exactly, fart face!" said Tucker.  "I expected somebody like you to
understand another guy's fetish."

"His what?"

"Fetish.  You know, his sexual weirdness.  What he needs to do to bust a
nut.  So I figure if one of us can help him out with that by doing
something we're eventually gonna have to do anyway, why not?"

"Yeah, you have a point," Toby agreed, nodding.

Tucker turned to me again and winked.  It was his way of patting himself on
the back for his powers of persuasion, and I could have kissed him.  If not
for him, the little redhead might have ended up carrying his load all the
way home in his bowels.  Instead I'd be carrying it all the way home in my
belly.  From my perverted perspective it was a perfect exchange.

But I wanted to make Toby's first scat experience special, to memorialize
the fact that it had come so unexpectedly, and since my first scat
encounter with Tucker had been on the toilet, and my first with Cayden in
the bathtub, I wanted Toby's first to be someplace different, so I asked
Tucker if we could do it on the bathroom floor.

"Sure," he said, "as long as you clean up whatever mess you guys make."

I agreed and immediately stretched out on the floor.  Surprisingly, the
tiles weren't as cold as I thought they would be, so it didn't take me long
to get comfortable.

"Okay, Toby, squat right over my face," I said.

He looked at Tucker, and when Tucker nodded to him, he walked over, looked
down at me, and smirked.  Instead of facing my feet, though, he turned the
other way, first kneeling over my head, framing it between his thighs; then
he lifted up and inched forward until his ass was hovering right over my
face, upon which he sat down slowly, slowly, peeking underneath himself,
fine-tuning his position via my and Tucker's instructions, until his anus
was poised only a few inches above my mouth.

I couldn't get over just how pale Toby's ass cheeks were...or how flawless.
Not a single blemish marred them.  And because of his position on top of
me, gravity was causing his asshole to bulge, confirming that there was
indeed something inside him that wanted to get out.

"So can I go?" he asked.

"Yeah, let 'er rip," I said.

Licking my lips, I focused on Toby's puckering anus.  I wanted to kiss it,
but I didn't want to distract the boy from doing his business, so I just
watched and waited, occasionally glancing at Tucker, who was right beside
me, also watching and waiting, his face so close to mine that I could hear
him breathing.  Finally we were both rewarded as the redhead's shithole
pursed open to reveal the tip of a light-brown turd.

"Oh, fuck!  Here it comes," said Tucker.  "You ready, Jamir?"

With my mouth wide open, I gave Tucker a quick nod and kept watching as
Toby's anus continued to expand and his turd continued to grow.  Prior
experience told me that the boy had probably misjudged, and what he thought
was "not a big one" was going to be bigger than he'd expected.  This was
confirmed when the three-inch gap between my mouth and his asshole was
bridged but his asshole didn't close up.  His turd just kept coming and
coming until, about six inches later, it finally dropped in my mouth.

"Awesome!" Tucker exclaimed.  "Now EAT it, you fucking retard!"

Now all eyes were focused on me, Toby lifting up and bending over to look
at me between his legs while Tucker practically peered down my throat as,
chunk by smelly chunk, I chewed up and swallowed the redhead's turd,
smacking my lips and keeping my mouth open as wide as possible without
losing any, so the two boys could see and hear me eating it.

"Yuck!" said Toby, his frown upside-down but still there.  "I thought going
in his mouth was bad, but seeing and hearing him eat it is even worse!"

"But you've got to admit, Tobe, it's really cool too," said Tucker.  "Black
guys are supposed to be so fucking macho, but here's one who lets white
boys shit in his fucking mouth and fucking EATS it!  Don't tell me that
shit doesn't turn you on at least a little."

"Yeah, I guess," Toby conceded.  "Even though it's gross, it's kinda cool
too.  Fucked up, but cool."

I wanted to laugh at Toby's last remark, but I risked choking if I did, so
I kept my composure and continued to chow down on his brown bomb until,
with a final gulp, I sent it where so many of Tucker's bowel movements had
gone before.  Afterwards I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue.

"Good," Tucker said, smiling down at me.  "Now keep it open just like
that."

Tucker directed Toby to straighten up, widen his stance, back up, and squat
down again, so that he could look in my mouth and see what Tucker was
seeing.

"Ewwwwww!  His mouth's all shitty!" said Toby, his cute face still
squinched up as he looked down at me.  "And his breath smells like a
fucking fart!"

"Then you should like it," said Tucker, giggling.

"Yeah, I don't mind," Toby said, smiling sheepishly.  "But it's better from
the other end."

I thought that was all Tucker wanted, for his friend to get the full human
toilet experience by seeing and smelling the "bowl" up close.  But Tucker
gave me a look that told me he had something else in mind.  And I had a
pretty good idea what it was when I suddenly felt Tucker's hand on my cock.
While still engaging Toby in conversation, he pulled it away from my
stomach and held it upright at the base.  I was still staring into Toby's
half-smiling, half-frowning face when I heard Tucker direct him to move
back a little more, farther down my torso.  I forced myself to maintain a
stoic expression, so I wouldn't give away what I knew was about to happen.

"Well, Tobe, you won his dare," said Tucker, "so you need to get back to
mine."

"Yeah, I know," Toby sighed.  He started to stand up, apparently thinking
we were going back to Tucker's bed, but Tucker, who was still holding on
tightly to my dick, quickly placed his other hand on Toby's shoulder.

"No, don't move," said Tucker.  "Just sit...right...HERE!"  With that last
word, the blond gave the redhead a hard push on his shoulder, propelling
Toby's butt down and his asshole straight onto my cock.

"Ooh!" Toby gasped, so surprised by the sudden insertion that he didn't
even have enough breath to cry out.  The moment the pain registered,
though, he instinctively he tried to lift up.  But by then I had grabbed
him around the waist, holding his hips in place, and Tucker, having removed
his hand from my cock, was pushing down on Toby's shoulders with both
hands.

"I said don't move, damnit!" said Tucker.

"But it fucking HURTS!" Toby yelled.

"That's because it went in fast.  But only the head is up your butt, so
don't be such a fucking pussy," said Tucker, obviously feeling no sympathy
for his impaled schoolmate.  "Besides I told you it would hurt, but I also
said it would start feeling better after a while.  But first you've gotta
get it all in you."

"I don't...I don't know if I can," Toby whimpered.

"You want to win the dare, don't you?"

"...yeah."

"And you want to join the club, right?"

"...yeah."

"Well, then, go ahead and sit down and stop acting like a fucking baby."

"Okay, okay," Toby said, sniffling.  "Just give me a minute."

Meanwhile I just waited patiently, enjoying the feeling of the little
redhead's hot anal canal spasming so deliciously on the head of my cock.  I
was actually glad that he wasn't moving, because I was so turned on that
I'd have risked premature ejaculation, and I certainly didn't want that to
happen.  So his hesitation was giving me just the time I needed to calm
down and put the reins on my libido.

After a few minutes, Toby said, "Okay, I'm ready."  Closing his eyes, he
slowly began to squat, groaning as more and more of my erection sank into
his shithole.

"Damn!" said Tucker, shaking his head in amazement as he watched Toby's
asshole swallow nearly half my whang.  "I didn't think that fucking horse
cock would fit in that little doo-doo hole.  But after seeing the size of
that turd you dropped, I should've known better."

"Nngh!  So...that means...I win...the dare," Toby managed to croak out,
wincing with nearly every word.

"Not so fast, homeboy.  I said ALL the way up your ass."

"You mean, it's NOT?" Toby asked, his eyes full of surprise as he attempted
to look underneath himself.

"Not even close," Tucker said, smiling that evil smile again.  "You don't
win until all I can see is his fucking balls."

"Shit," Toby hissed.  "Well, how much more is there?"

"Sit all the way down and you'll find out," said Tucker.  "Want some help?"

"No!" Toby quickly replied, knowing exactly how Tucker planned to "help"
him.  "I'll do it myself."

Taking a deep breath, Toby closed his eyes, bared his teeth, pressed his
palms against my chest, and continued to squat, sending my cock back on its
journey into his unexplored nether regions.  I had to admit how much I
admired the boy.  When I was nine, I wouldn't have gone anywhere near this
far just to win a dare.  But he was a determined little fucker, and since I
was the beneficiary of that determination, I wasn't about to tell him that
it was probably a bad idea to take a stranger's dick up his butt to win a
game or join a club.  It took a few minutes more before all eight-plus
inches of my cock were stuffed snugly inside the little redhead's rectum.

"That's it," I announced when I felt Toby's buns on my belly.  "It's all
in."

"Well, I'll be fucked," said Tucker, shaking his head again.  "It IS all
the way in."

"I...told you...I could...do it," Toby said as he tried to breathe away his
discomfort.  "Now...SAY it, Tuck."

"Okay, okay.  You win," Tucker conceded.

"And you lose," said Toby.

"Yeah, I lose," said Tucker, but he and I both knew who'd really won.  The
smirk on Tucker's face and the look of anguish on Toby's told the whole
story.

But now that my dick was planted balls deep in the boy's asshole, there was
no way I was just going to let him get up and go about his business.
Tucker had promised me that if I trusted him, I'd get to shoot my load up
Toby's ass, so once again I was counting on my little blond
partner-in-crime to find a way to make that happen.  And once again, he
didn't let me down.

"Hey, Tobe, before you get up, I need to tell you about another way to join
our club."

"What other way?" Toby asked, his voice a little less strained as his
shitter adjusted to the girth of my prong.

"Well, instead of taking three big dicks up your ass at three different
times, you can also join by having just ONE dick FUCK your ass and shoot a
load of cum in it.  So are you down for that?"

Once again Toby went mute.  I understood why.  It was a lot for a sexual
neophyte to absorb in one outing.  But I hoped that since he had already
gone this far to win my and Tucker's dares--and being that my dick was
already up his ass--he would probably just go ahead and do what was
required to join the club right now instead of suffering through the future
pain of two additional fat cocks burrowing through his bowels.

"Will it hurt?" Toby asked.

"Is it hurting now?" asked Tucker.

"Yeah, but not as much as it did when it first went it in.  Like you said."

"Well, there's your answer.  So are you in or out with joining the club
that way instead?"

"In."

"Good.  Right after Jamir does his thing, I'll check out your butthole to
see if there's any cum in it.  If I see some, you automatically become a
club member."

"Cool!" Toby said, grinning.

Tucker smirked and winked at me again.  I could feel my dick beginning to
throb inside the warm cocoon of Toby's tight asshole.  I considered having
him just stay where he was and move up and down on top of me, fucking me at
his own pace.  But a more dominant part of me wanted to ravish the little
redhead, pinning him down and plowing his poop chute at my own manic pace
until I'd "impregnated" him by blasting a few hundred million baby-makers
up his butt.

So I sat up and told Toby to put his arms around my neck and his legs
around my waist.  Getting a good grip on his ass with both hands, I made it
to one knee then pushed myself all the way up with Toby still in tow.
Tucker got up with us, his big blue eyes never leaving the point where Toby
and I were connected.

"Wow!  Your cock didn't even come out!" he said in amazement.  "It's still
in his butthole!"

"That was the plan," I said, and by the way his anal sphincter is clasping
my shaft, I said to myself, it's not going anywhere anytime soon.

Thus did we make our way out of the bathroom, Tucker walking backwards in
front of us while I carried Toby, who held on to me for dear life, his
colon caressing my cock with every step.  It felt so good that I could
easily have blown my wad before we even reached the bed.  But I had no
intention of wasting such a golden opportunity to bang a redhead's booty,
so I forced myself to keep cool.

Several steps later we'd all made it to Tucker's bed.  Bending over I
gently lay Toby face-up on the mattress while climbing on with my knees to
keep from breaking our connection.  This accomplished, I just hovered over
the redhead, staring at his cute freckled face.  He looked nervous,
probably because he could feel my cock growing inside him.  I couldn't help
it.  Realizing that this would be my first time fucking a little white boy
face-up, I could hardly contain myself.  But before I went any further, I
needed to soothe Toby's fears.  I smiled at him and stroked his hair.

"You okay, champ?" I asked.

"Uh-huh," he said.

"You ready to start?"

"...I think so.  But not too hard at first, okay?"

"I hear you."

First I had him unhook his legs from around my waist and rest them on my
shoulders.  He did this easily, again without breaking our connection; then
I leaned in, nearly pressing his knees into his chest as I got nose-to-nose
with him, but the boy was limber, and being bent back that way didn't seem
to bother him.

Then I stared at Toby even more intensely, straight into his big blue eyes,
silently asserting my will over him.  He stared back uncertainly, shifting
his gaze back and forth from my left eye to my right, trying to trust me
but realizing that I was at his mercy.  It gave me a feeling of both power
and responsibility.  It was more than just a matter of getting my rocks off
or taking his anal virginity.  I needed to do both in a way that would make
him embrace the pain and, as soon as he recovered, come running back to me,
begging for more.

"It'll be okay, right?" he quietly asked me.

I smiled.  "It'll be fine.  Just relax and enjoy the ride."

Tucker snickered.  "Yeah, just like that kid you fucked on the Cyclone."

"Ignore him," I said to Toby, maintaining my eye contact with him.
"There's no kid, no Cyclone, and no Tucker.  Just you and me, okay?"

Toby nodded and his rectum spasmed on my shaft.  I don't know if the latter
was deliberate or involuntary, but I took it as his body's way of telling
me it was ready to accept my terms of surrender.

As I'd done with Cayden, I started off nice and slow, easing my cock out of
Toby's back door.  But this time I was able to enjoy every nuance of the
boy's facial expressions as I removed my prong from its new hiding place.
Only by pulling it out could I appreciate what Toby had been carrying
around inside him, and the more I pulled out, the more I marveled at how
bravely he'd taken every hard inch of it inside his hot little hole.

When all but the head of my dick was out, I stopped and looked underneath
myself to check out my shaft. It was streaked with a combination of spit
(both mine and Tucker's) and shit (all Toby's), and it had a strong smell,
the spit and shit obviously having mixed with gastric juices and other
internal secretions from the redhead's digestive tract.  Both Tucker and
Toby wrinkled their noses at the foul odor, but it just made me hornier,
more hyped to hump the ginger-haired boy.

Before repacking Toby's rectum, I instructed Tucker to get behind us and
spit on my shaft to make sure there was enough lubrication to last until
our little session was over.  Despite the smell, he did what I told him,
after which I immediately pushed back inside his little friend. I watched
Toby grimace, sucking in air through clenched teeth, and I could feel him
tensing up.  But a soft kiss on his forehead accompanied by a gentle
stroking of his hair caused him to relax, and soon my dick was again buried
to the balls in his bunghole.  A few more trips up and down the boy's shit
chute were all it took to open it up sufficiently to accommodate me, and in
no time I was shamelessly plundering Toby's most private treasures.

"Yeah, fuck that pussy, Jamir!" said Tucker, stroking his stiffie as he
watched us.  "Make him your fucking bitch!"

Again I was struck by the irony of Tucker's words.  If Toby had indeed been
a cute little redheaded girl, I wouldn't have had the slightest interest in
her.  But a cute little redheaded BOY--well, that was different, especially
in the case of Toby.  After all, he had denied his own brother the pleasure
of taking his cherry, and had probably vowed never to allow anyone with a
hard dick near his anus again.  So making him my bitch, fucking him up the
ass while staring into his beautifully contorted face, was special--MUCH
more appealing than fucking the virgin pussy of a little redheaded girl
could EVER be.

I was also turned on to see Tucker getting so excited as he watched me fuck
his friend.  There was something so devilishly delicious about it that it
further stoked the perverted passions burning so deep within me, and I
found myself fucking Toby harder to increase Tucker's enjoyment.  Toby
winced at the change of pace but relaxed again right after, which told me
that, while he was uncomfortable, it wasn't enough for me to slow down or
stop. So I sped up a little more.  He winced again but quickly breathed
away the pain and held on to me more tightly.

A strained look remained on Toby's face for a few minutes more; then
suddenly, like magic, it was gone, replaced by an entirely different look.
I knew that look well.  It told me that his mind and body had made that
quantum leap and was now in a place "where pain and delight flow together
in tearful bliss," as a debonair friend of mine once described it.

"Fuck me, Jamir," the redhead whispered in a voice loud enough for only me
to hear.  "I want it."

And I gave it to him, quickly intensifying my strokes until, to Tucker's
delight, I was ruthlessly ramming my rod up Toby's ass, banging his little
white booty to the max, testing the limits not only of his rectum but also
of Tucker's bed, which was shaking so violently that I expected it to come
crashing down at any moment.  But both butthole and bedframe survived the
anal assault.

"See, Jamir?  I TOLD you you'd like him," said Tucker, still steadily
stroking himself. "And I think the feeling's mutual, right Tobe?"

But Toby didn't answer him, at least not directly.  What he did was look at
me, smile, and squeeze my ass.  His response was beautiful in its subtlety,
and I responded by sealing my lips over his and sticking my shit-smeared
tongue into his luscious little mouth, forcing him to taste what I'd eaten
out of his anus as I continued to pound the living crap out of his white
ass.  The little redhead was so into his role as my fuck toy that he didn't
even frown.  He just closed his eyes and hummed, taking each body blow
while also allowing me to defile his virgin mouth with my dirty tongue.

I flinched when I felt Tucker's hand on my balls and my ass.  He had
crawled behind us, and I'd almost forgotten he was there.  I half expected
him to hop on top of me and poke his pecker into my asshole, which I
wouldn't have minded, but he seemed content to just watch us fuck and feel
us up while he jacked off.  I wondered how content he would have stayed,
though, if he'd known what I was thinking: that, as far as I was concerned,
Toby had already moved ahead of both him and Cayden on my "BILF" (Boys I
Like to Fuck) list.  Maybe it was the face-to-face thing, I'm not sure, but
Toby's was without a doubt the sweetest ass I'd ever fucked, and I couldn't
get enough of it.

On the other hand, my overstimulated libido had already had more than
enough and was ready to prompt my dick to complete the breeding process by
firing off several jets of semen.  But every time I felt my orgasm rising
up, I'd slow down, rotate my hips, change positions (but always
face-to-face), even stop moving completely until I felt it settle down;
then I'd go right back at it, pumping Toby's rump until I was again on the
verge of nutting.  This tug-of-war went on for several minutes more until a
few extra spasms of Toby's sphincter forced me to give up the battle and
give in to my biology.

"Shit!  Fuck!  I'm coming!" I yelled, slamming into Toby one last time,
jamming my throbbing dick as far inside him as I could get it.  "Take it
right up that tight white ass, you fart-sniffing little fuck!"

My whole body began to quake as I shot load after load of spunk deep into
the redhead's bowels, causing him to moan and squirm as if he could feel
every single one of the hundreds of millions of sperm cells swimming en
masse up his shit chute.

"Yeah, Jamir!" said Tucker, who was now lying right beside us, madly
stroking his cock.  "Bust your nut in his ginger butt!"

"Oh, my God!  It feels so weird!" said Toby, his rectum now involuntarily
spasming on my cock, squeezing out even more of my baby-makers into a place
where, fortunately for us, a baby would never be made.

It was insane.  I was sure that I had depleted my supply of semen in
Cayden's ass yesterday, so I was more than a little surprised to be
shooting such a megaload in Toby's today.  The sheer anticipation of
fucking a virgin ginger must have caused my gonads to respond by cooking up
a fresh batch of fuck sauce overnight.  And now, after listening to the
boys' remarks and feeling Toby's anal sphincter milking my dick, I was
depleting that new supply too, delivering it all, squirt by gooey squirt,
into the redhead's intestines.

And getting seeded apparently triggered something in Toby because suddenly
he gasped, grimaced, and stiffened up as if his whole body had caught a
cramp.

"Anh!  Anh!  Anh!" he panted, convulsing with each exhalation, and I looked
down to see several dollops of cum spurt out of his pale cocklet and land
on his stomach.  I quickly repositioned myself, leaning over just far
enough to lap up the precious semen, after which I slipped the head of
Toby's dick between my lips, causing him to shiver.  Knowing that his glans
was probably super-sensitive, I sucked it for just a few seconds before
letting it go, and it fell lazily out of my mouth, dragging a thick strand
of spit out with it.

Meanwhile, down below, I was spewing the last of my splooge into Toby's
bowels when Tucker leaned over to me and said, "Hey, Jamir, let me know
when you're done.  I want to try something."

"I'm just about there now," I said, wondering what the boy had in mind, "so
I'll be pulling out pretty soon."

Acknowledging my response, Tucker crept closer to us and waited.  About a
minute later, after depositing what felt like my very essence into Toby's
preteen body, I slowly lifted up, easing my cock out of his asshole, with
Tucker watching us like a hawk.

As soon as my cockhead popped out of the redhead's anus, Tucker made his
move, nudging me out of the way, flipping Toby onto his stomach, hopping on
top of him, and sliding his slimjim straight into his friend's dilated dung
hole.

"Ooh!" Toby gasped, surprised by the unexpected insertion.

So that was it.  It wasn't me he wanted to fuck after all.  Still I was
surprised because I had no clue that Tucker was interested in "sloppy
seconds," and I watched in fascination as he proceeded to fuck Toby like a
jackrabbit, his prick bathed in my cum, and hairless pubes
smack-smack-smacking against Toby's ass so rapidly that it sounded like
someone was applauding their performance.  And this sound, along with the
bed creaking and both boys breathing hard and moaning, was such a turn-on
that, amazingly, I felt my cock hardening up again!

"Yeah, fuck that spermy hole, Tuck!" I urged him, slapping him on the ass.
"And make sure to blow your wad in it too, so he can have a double load of
cum up his butt!"

Instead of words, Tucker responded with his actions, as he began to fuck
his friend even faster until, finally, he squealed, stiffened up, and lay
trembling on Toby's back.

"Ungh!  Ungh!  Ungh!" Tucker grunted, his ass cheeks dimpling and his anus
winking at me as he spurted his nine-year-old's mini-load up Toby's ass.

Underneath him, Toby just lay there, having surrendered to his friend's
spontaneous anal attack.  After lying on top of the boy a while longer,
Tucker braced himself then edged up and back until his wilting willy
slipped out of Toby's anus, which was now a gaping hole exposing the deep
pink of his interior bowel.  Only seconds later, he farted, and both Tucker
and I watched as a huge glob of semen spurted out of that hole and began to
ooze down his perineum, over his balls, and onto the bedsheets, forming a
growing puddle between his legs.

"Looks like we spermed him good, huh, Jamir?"

"WE?" I asked sarcastically.

Laughing, Tucker said, "Well, SOME of it's mine."

Tucker and I got quiet again as we once more focused on Toby's distended
anus, which continued to twitch and leak cum until the sea of slime between
his legs was so big it could easily have been mistaken for a piss stain.
Only then did the boy stir, turning his head to look over his shoulder at
us.

"So NOW am I in the club? he asked.

Grinning, Tucker smacked Toby's ass, leaving a bright red hand print on it,
and gave him a thumb's up.  "Yep.  You did it.  You won both Truth or Dares
and took a big load of cum up your ass, so you're officially in the club.
And because you let me get some butt too, you're not just a member; you're
an EXECUTIVE member."

"Awesome!" Toby said, grinning as widely as Tucker.

I just smiled and shook my head.  I'm not sure he understood that being an
"executive member" probably meant offering up his ass whenever any of the
founding members, especially Tucker, wanted to fuck it.  Or maybe he DID
know and was okay with it.  I'm guessing as long as they farted in his
face, he'd give them whatever they wanted.

And speaking of that, I knew there was no way Toby was leaving without
getting his freak on with me.  So, skipping the Truth or Dare stuff, I
simply announced that I had to fart and asked him if he wanted to smell it.
It was a first for both of us: I'd never deliberately farted in someone's
face, and he'd never sniffed a black guy's fart, so we were both eager for
the new experience.  I barely had time to bend over before Toby's freckled
face was plastered between my ass cheeks; and he barely had time to settle
his nose against my asshole before I blasted a stinky fart right in his
nostrils.

"Fuck!" Toby responded, right before sniffing it up.

I was about to imitate Tucker by grabbing the back of Toby's head, but
Tucker beat me to it, shoving the little ginger's head forward, forcing his
face into my ass crack so aggressively that I nearly fell over.  And his
reward for having his nose stuck up my ass?  Another smelly fart, which
sputtered wetly out of my shithole.

"Damn, Jamir!" said Tucker, frowning and fanning his face.  "What the fuck
you been eating?  Oh, wait a minute, I know--SHIT!"

But Toby didn't seem to mind at all.  In fact, even after Tucker removed
his hand from the back of his head, the little freckle-faced freak stayed
right where he was, his face still attached to my ass, his nostrils
snuffling up the remnants of every stink bomb I'd dropped on him.  Only
when I announced that I was all gassed out did Toby back away from my ass
and take a deep breath.  I turned around to see him wearing a big smile,
tears streaming down his face, and a brown smear on the tip of his pug
nose.

"You really liked that, huh?" I asked.

He just nodded, after which I looked at Tucker, who just shrugged and said,
"So I have a shit geek and a fart freak for friends.  I'm just a fucking
pervert magnet!"

Toby and I looked at each other and laughed, and as I drove him home, that
look of pure joy never left his face.

Saturday...

Today my stomach was tender, and my poor dick was so sore I could hardly
hold on to it to take a piss.  Despite that, we were all pretty happy.
After all, how often does a horny gay black pedophile scat freak get to eat
shit directly out of the assholes of three cute nine-year-old white boys
then fuck their asses all in a single week?  I considered myself VERY
lucky, and I was also lucky to have the entire weekend and most of Monday
to recover.

Weeks and Months Later...

My luck held out, and I continued to freak on and fuck Tucker, Cayden, and
Toby whenever the opportunity presented itself, meaning damn near every day
of the week except weekends, which I used for recovery and replenishment.
About once a week, all four of us were able to get together and have a
mini-orgy, fucking and sucking and pissing on and in each other till the
cows (aka the parents) came home.  (So the fake club that Tucker created to
entice Toby to take my dick up his ass turned out to be not-so-fake after
all!)  On those special occasions, if I was really lucky, I would get to
eat two loads of boy shit.  But I couldn't stop thinking about what Tucker
had mentioned about his whole fourth-grade class shitting in my mouth.
Indeed, it had become my ultimate human toilet fantasy, which was why we
seriously considered adding more boys to our group.  In the end, though, we
weren't sure how trustworthy any of our candidates were, so we decided that
it was safer to stick with just the four of us.

But Tucker, bless his dark little heart, also decided that he was not going
to leave me high and dry on my filthy fantasy, and the very next time the
four of us got together, all three boys--coincidentally--had to take a
dump!  Excited beyond belief, I stretched out on the floor of Tucker's
bathroom and opened wide as first Toby then Cayden then Tucker each, in
turn, squatted over my face and dropped a full load of shit in my mouth.

It was while Tucker was finishing up that I had to accept the reality that
some fantasies are simply not within the realm of human capability, at
least not mine, as I was just barely able to consume the last of what he
fed me.  By the time he was done, my gut was packed so full that I looked
like I was pregnant and felt like I was going to burst--this after eating
far fewer loads than I'd envisioned in my fantasy.  But the warm feelings
of accomplishment and contentment that washed over me--along with the fact
that I now had inside me the combined shitloads of three cute white
boys--were fantastic.  And a few hours later, after waddling to the car and
driving home, I took a humongous dump, and the feeling of release, as my
shithole stretched open extra wide and a super-sized turd slid out of my
bowels, was even more satisfying.

Apparently my Herculean performance ignited something in the boys because
not long after that, they couldn't seem to keep their noses out of each
other's business.  First Tucker tentatively tasted Toby's ass after the
redhead dropped a load in my mouth; then Toby returned the favor when
Tucker shit in my mouth; and every time after that each boy went a little
further, trying to outdo the other, until they were eagerly licking each
other's assholes clean, limiting the employment of my own toilet-paper
tongue.  Even little Cayden got in on the action, though, of course, that
only came by way of Tucker sitting on his face, after shitting in my mouth,
and "forcing" the boy to lick the leftovers out of his ass.

It wasn't long before the boys' "shit snacking," as I called it, took a
quantum leap, starting with a Truth or Dare from Toby.  The moment he
approached Tucker, I had a feeling that he was about to offer to perform
the very same act that, when I'd done it, he'd referred to as "fucking
gross" and "off the fucking charts."  Sure enough, he dared his blond buddy
to shit in his mouth while I watched.  Of course he accepted, and I was
treated to my very first boy-on-boy toilet action, as Tucker squatted over
Toby's face, Toby opened wide, and Tucker dropped a medium-sized light
brown turd straight in his mouth.  Then Tucker and I watched and listened
as Toby frowned, made weird guttural noises, and heaved as though he were
about to hurl.  But he didn't.  He swallowed it all and, just like I always
did, opened his mouth and stuck out his shit-coated tongue to show us what
a good little toilet he was.  To wrap things up that day, I kissed Toby,
cleaned Tucker's asshole with my tongue, then kissed Tucker, giving him a
good taste of what he'd just fed his friend.

Not to be outdone, on our next outing, Tucker had Toby shit in his mouth,
and the blond not only ate the cute ginger's entire load, but managed to do
so with only a minimal amount of the frowning and other fanfare that Toby
had gone through.  About an hour later, Tucker took a shit in my mouth, and
though I was pretty sure not enough time had passed for Toby's load to make
its way through all the twists and turns of Tucker's intestines, I swore I
detected remnants of it in the blond's larger-than-normal load, turning me
on all the more.

A couple of days later, Tucker repeated the process with Cayden, eating the
boy's shit then, later on, shitting in my mouth.  This time, however, close
to two hours passed between Tucker's feeding and mine, so I was even more
certain that what I was eating out of the blond's asshole was as much
Cayden's as it was Tucker's, and just the idea of this turned me on so much
that, right after I finished swallowing it, I shot my load, which went
straight down Cayden's throat, since he happened be sucking my dick at the
time.

And, yeah, just in case you're wondering, I got in on the "top" action too,
though only with Tucker at first, and only because he insisted.  Ironically
I was REALLY reluctant to do it and kept making excuses why I couldn't.
That's because I'd always been on the receiving end and had never
considered anything else, so I was experiencing the same anxiety that
nearly all my feeders had felt when I'd approached them about doing it.

But Tucker, who had grown to be just as perverted as me, was determined to
taste my turds.  So, first, he played the fairness card, saying it was only
fair that he got the chance to do with me what I'd done so many times with
him and his buddies, which reminded me of the childhood promise I'd made to
Latrell, my old babysitter.  Next came the disappointment card, which
reminded me of how disappointed I always got when potential feeders refused
me.  Finally the little fucker totally blindsided me by playing the pervert
card, telling me that if I let him eat mine, he'd be able to give it right
back to me, along with his own, when he shit in my mouth later on.

That was the coup de grace!  Up went my pervert antennae and down came my
pants.  Tucker stretched out on the floor, I squatted over his face, and
before you could say, "Open wide," I was dropping a healthy load of shit
right in his nine-year-old mouth.  To my surprise he ate every crumb of it,
and as I watched him licking his lips afterwards, the twinkle in his blue
eyes and his twitching pecker told me how turned on he'd gotten in turning
the tables on me.

After that, just like it happened with my own feeders, it got easier and
easier for me to take a dump in Tucker's mouth.  Then Toby joined the
party, Truth-or-Daring me to shit in his mouth.  But before I could
respond, Tucker rushed over and whispered something in my ear, after which
I said, "Okay, Toby, I'll take that dare...but only if Tucker agrees to
drink my piss at the same time."  Seconds later, there I was--emptying my
bowels and bladder into the mouths of my two cutest feeders, an act I
couldn't have imagined performing just weeks before, and it quickly became
a regular part of our repertoire.

Of course it took a little something extra to pull Cayden into the mix,
namely having Tucker lay him on his back, push his legs back, and fuck his
mini ass while I sat on his face.  In the middle of Cayden sobbing and
saying "No!" I dropped a brown bomb right in his mouth.  Despite the
groaning and the almost painful look on his face, the little brunett not
only chewed up and swallowed my turd but, moments later, his whole body
stiffened and he spurted a tiny stream of cum on his belly, just as Tucker
blew a wad up his ass. Afterwards, Tucker asked him how he liked being a
human toilet for a grown-up.  With tears still streaming down his cheeks,
Cayden shook his head and said, "It was GROSS!"  Then, after repeatedly
sniffling and smacking his lips, he added, "So, Jamir, next time, you
should pee in my mouth after you poop to help wash it down, okay?" "Sure,"
I said, smiling, while thinking, What a WEIRD little boy!

Years Later...

Since the boys' private school went from pre-nursery through eighth grade,
I expected us to be able to continue our perverted sex sessions until the
boys were 13, but there were rumors of the school being in financial
trouble and possibly having to shut down. It managed to survive but only
for another year--just as the boys turned 11--before the official notices
went out.  We were all hoping that one of the other private schools in the
area would take the boys in, and we could simply pick up where we'd left
off.  But no such luck.  All the schools were booked up, which meant our
little group had to break up.  Needless to say, it was not the happiest
time of my life.

Cayden ended up enrolling in a private school upstate, while Toby, who had
been on scholarship, had to settle for attending a public middle school in
the City.  Only Tucker remained in the area, as his parents managed to
finagle a spot for him at a local charter school.  So I continued to pick
him up from school, and the two of us continued to do our thing.  We tried
to keep the group together in spirit by regularly sexting Cayden and Toby,
so they could jack off while watching us fuck, suck, and freak on each
other.  But the horror stories we started hearing about sex messages
accidentally being sent to the wrong people made us reluctant to keep doing
this, so we gradually cut down and finally stopped altogether, deciding it
wasn't worth the risk.

Worse than that, I wouldn't even have another two years with Tucker.  As it
turned out, the real estate bust hit his parents pretty hard, so my days
working for them were numbered.  I was given fewer hours per day and fewer
days per week until, finally, it was down to only three hours once a week.
Eventually, just to afford to pay the mortgage every month, they had to let
me go.

My last day was a sad one for all of us, but Tucker and I made the most of
it by fucking each other's brains out.  My parting gift to him was a week's
worth of "hot nigger cum," which I shot straight down his throat, followed
by about a gallon of piss, all of which he eagerly gulped down.  His
parting gift to me was even more spectacular: a special "ass feast."
Judging by the sheer volume of it, he must have either stuffed himself at
lunch, or somehow met up with both Toby and Cayden and eaten their shit to
pull it off.  Till this day it is the most any boy has ever dumped in my
mouth at one sitting (or one sHitting :-), and of course I ate it all,
burping loudly afterwards, my not-so-subtle way of thanking my cute blond
"chef" for going to such lengths to prepare and feed me such a scrumptious
meal.

So I moved on.  Fortunately Tucker's folks loved my work and gave me a
stellar reference, so I was able to land a job pretty quickly with a couple
who lived across town.  And guess what?  My new employers are the parents
of a ten-year-old boy named Skyler, who just happens to attend one of the
other private schools in the area!  No, he doesn't have golden blond hair
or a bubble butt like Tucker.  But he does have blue eyes, and his sandy
hair, cute face and smooth unblemished skin almost make up for the lack of
those Tucker features.  The best part, though, is that, just like I did
with Tucker, I get to pick him up from school and drive him home five days
a week.

Today...

It's now been three weeks.  So far my car conversations with Skyler have
consisted of little more than idle chatter about school and sports.  I have
repeatedly urged him to feel free to tell me anything, that he should think
of me not as his parents' employee but as a big brother or older cousin,
and that, as far as I'm concerned, whatever we say in the car is strictly
between us and none of his parents' business.  It's basically the same
thing I said to Tucker, but I don't think Skyler really heard or believed
me--until today, that is, and it caught me totally off guard.

We were about half way home when Skyler told me he needed to ask me
something but that I had to swear not to tell anybody.  I agreed, and he
proceeded to say how a kid in his class had offered to give him a dollar if
he'd let the kid suck his dick.  But Skyler was hesitant because he thought
that getting his dick sucked meant he was gay.  I assured him that this was
not the case, even going so far as to lie and say that the same offer had
been made to me when I was about his age, but for only fifty cents, and
that I had taken the kid up on it several times, pocketed a nice little sum
while staying straight as an arrow.

Skyler seemed to react positively to this, so I decided to venture a little
further by offering to give him a "preview" of what he would experience if
he took the kid up on his offer, making it clear that it was TOTALLY up to
him and that he should in NO way feel obligated to do it.  I saw his eyes
light up, but I didn't push it, simply telling him that, if he was
interested, I would be in the toolshed, and that all he had to do was join
me there after he'd dropped off his books and changed out of his school
uniform.

That was five minutes ago, and I just heard a tentative knock on the door
of the toolshed.  I say "come in," and now Skyler is standing in front of
me wearing a classic Super Chicken tee-shirt, shorts, sneakers and a big
stupid grin.  Noticing the little bulge at his fly, I grin back at him and
beckon him over.  I stoop down in front of him and seconds later his shorts
and tighty-whiteys are around his ankles.  His pale three-inch pecker and
walnut-sized ball pouch are a beautiful little package, and Skyler gasps
and hugs my head when I slip that whole package into my mouth.

No, he's not assertive like Tucker, but he's curious, eager, and seems to
take orders easily, which will give me more than enough to work with.  If
this initial encounter goes as well as I expect it to, whatever the kid in
school does to him will be disappointing at best, and he'll come back to me
for more.  And if the rest of the lessons I have planned for him work out,
a certain little white boy will soon be feeding me his turds and taking my
dick up his ass before you can say, "Boys will be toys!"


Send comments to: Coproman69@hotmail.com