Date: Fri, 07 Dec 2012 20:40:07 +0000
From: auto42376091@hushmail.com
Subject: Brayden's First Brown Room Adventure - Part 3

Brayden's First Brown Room Adventure
Part 3

By Antonio Green
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From Part 2

Right then, Gavin lifted his filthy face and cried out, "I gotta poopoo
bad. Somebody unplug me. FAST." Only he did it in his cute lispy voice.
"I'm so fucking horn-balled I can't believe it." Right then I knew all of
us have had the same stuff to keep us hard and horny. Great!

Daniel's daddy came over and pushed me gently onto my back.

"It's time for Brayden's birthday poopoo party."

Onto Part 3

Gavin crawled over and straddled my chest. It's a good thing I'm tiny, cuz
he could barely spread wide enough across me. His daddy, now standing at my
head and filming, pointed at the black plug in his son's hole and nodded to
me. I started pulling it out slowly. I know how much it can hurt if you do
it too fast. But Gavin had a different idea.

"Do it fast, Brayden. Yank it out."

So I did. The way Gavin was complaining and clutching his tummy, I thought
I'd be flooded with a massive poo flood. But nothing. His hole gaped open
the size of a nickel, but no poop. And yes, just like Daniel told me, it
was a well-fucked, puffy, purple, boy pussy.

"Daddy, help me. It won't come out. It's a big one," Gavin cried.

"You help him, Brayden," his father said. "Lick him and use your finger to
get him started. I have to do that when he's been plugged like this. And
this is the longest he's been plugged for so long. Three fucking days! I'm
so proud of my little shit freak. And all for you."

I wasn't so sure about kissing and licking his hole. I was afraid he'd
totally flood me and I wasn't so sure about that. Okay, I'd already eaten
more crap than I'd ever had before, but not in such big amounts. But I did
it. I leaned up and kissed the hole and began licking all around and then
inside. I swear my tongue touched something in there. I laid back down and
poked inside with my finger. A tiny ways back it poked against a really
hard mass. I looked closer. I could see it. It was a hard turd like I get
sometimes. Really hard.

I poked back in and began trying to get my finger on the side of the mass.
I was stretching the hole a lot, and Gavin seemed to like it. He was
cooing.  Then he farted! Loud. Really loud. And really stinky. Not as bad
as broccoli farts, but bad enough. Almost like dog shit.

I could feel it start to move, so I pulled my finger out. This I had to
see.  It would be the first time I'd ever watched another boy poop beside
my brother. And he always got so embarrassed I didn't do it much.

Wow! It started with a little brown nob appearing at the hole. It stayed
there, not moving even though Gavin was straining really hard. Then Gavin's
hole began stretching open but the turd didn't move. It stretched from the
size of a nickel to the size of a quarter. Then unbelievably to the size of
a half dollar. Only then did the turd start moving forward slowly.

"Oh fucky poopy, daddy," Gavin lisped. "It's a big one. It hurts."

The man I now knew as Gavin's daddy said, "It is going to be a big one,
Brayden. Don't let it break. We've got plans for it."

Slowly it pushed out a half inch. It was huge around. Knobby. I touched it
gently. It was really hard, almost as hard as wood. Then I did something
mean. I pushed it all the way back in. Gavin grunted and whined. Then he
pushed hard again and this time it pushed out a full inch. I swear, its the
biggest turd I've ever seen. I know it must hurt but it didn't seem to
really bother the little guy. I reached under him with my free hand and his
one incher was totally boned. He squealed when I squeezed and and then
squeezed his gut some more. At that point the turd began moving a little
faster out of his wide open hole.

"Fuckety fuckety poopity fucky it feels so good," he lisped. "Oh I love the
way big poopies feel coming out."

Then he shivered. Hard. I swear, taking this monster dump gave him an
orgasm. A small one like I get sometimes like when I hold my pee or poop
for a long time and then finally go. A small one, but a good, dry cum.

The orgasm must have loosened him up because the turd moved smoothly out at
that point, a fat hard, brown turd pushing from a pink and purple stretched
boy cunt. It was so big, I had to use both hands to catch it. I could not
believe this monster. As soon as it was out, Gavin's daddy took it from me
and moved away to one of the shelves along the wall.

"It's a record, Gavvy," he said, still filming as was one of the other
cameras. "It's just a tiny bit under 13 inches and two and a half inches
wide. You're a champ, son."

Gavin cheered, "Woopie! It's a monsturd!" (Only it sound like `monthtood.)
"I know what I want to do with it. I want to...Oh. More poopies coming!"

Since Gavin was crouched over me, his announcement definitely caught my
attention. His poop hole, now completely closed up and looking much like my
own permanently bruised boy pussy, was inches from my face now. My first
sense of what was about to happen came in a wet, warm shower of boy piss
hitting my belly. Then -- announced by another loud, gross, stinky fart --
Gavin's hole opened a half inch and a long, reddish brown, soft poop snake
squirted from his hole. It hit my face and piled up on my nose, mouth and
chin. Gavin hadn't intended to poop on my face, I'm sure. It's just where
he'd ended up after releasing his monster turd.

At first, I didn't like having my face pooped on. Poopoo, stinky, smelly,
nasty, soft, yucky poopoo on my face. I felt disgusted and debased. Then
suddenly I shifted gears. This was a really cute eight year old, shitting
all over my face. Poopoo, stinky, smelly, nasty, soft, yucky poopoo on my
face. And piled near my nose I could sure as hell smell it. I loved it. I
loved feeling disgusted, humiliated, debased. I loved being a toilet boy.

The only real problem was with the pile on my mouth and nose, I was having
trouble breathing.

"Can't breathe," I mumbled under the poo pile.

By this time, Gavin had finished. Or at least I thought he had.

"Sowwy Bwayden," he said. He turned around and lifted most of the pile off
my face and dropped in on my pee wet tummy. A sizable amount still remained
on my lips but my nose was clear so I could breathe."I didn't mean to do it
on your face. I couldn't help it."

I took the best way I could think of to tell him I didn't mind it. I snaked
my tongue from my mouth and licked as much as I could from around my
lips. Fuck! I was becoming a shit eater. The taste wasn't bad. A little bit
bitter and waxy. It also tasted a little bit like peanuts. A few minutes
ago I didn't think I could eat that much poop, but now I was doing it and
enjoying it. It was wonderful knowing I was eating this little guy's poopoo
and joining him and the other boys in the room as shit pigs.

All this poop and Gavin sitting on my tummy was having its effect on me. My
own tummy reminded me of my still huge need to take a dump. It reminded me
with a bad cramp that had me sitting up suddenly. My sudden movement
knocked Gavin off.

"Hey guys," I panted in pain, "I gotta go bad too. Can I get unplugged,
please?" I was still kind of in my boy whore mode of thinking I needed
permission to do anything.

"Sure, Brayden," Daniel's daddy said. "How you want to do it? You know, how
do you want to shit?"

"I know, Daddy," Daniel chirped excitedly. He pulled my legs up had me hold
them up. Then he slid his body under mine so that his legs were up by my
ears and my butthole was right above his pubic area. I lifted my head to
watch him. He reached between my legs with one hand and began pulling my
butt plug in and out in mini-fuck motions. Then he reached his other hand
onto my belly and pressed really hard.

"FUCK!" I yelled. That hurt and increased the cramps in my gut. Just as I
thought I couldn't take anymore -- just at that point I was ready to stand
up and smack Daniel -- he yanked the plug from my asshole. WOOSH!
Everything seem to explode from my butt at one time. I could feel the surge
of poop spraying out. Firm poop followed by really soft poo.

I looked at what I'd done. I couldn't believe how much I'd pooped. Most of
the crap on Daniel's dickie area were more of the droopy poopy snakes I'd
done in my leotard way back when. Farther up his chest I'd exploded with
mooshy poopoo the consistency of chocolate pudding. It reeked. I reeked. So
did Daniel because it went all over his dick, his tummy, his chest. Some
spattered on his face. Stray pieces of soft poo spattered on the bed. Even
little Gavin, who was sitting beside us Indian stye, got spattered.

"Me next!" Deandre called. He stood with his back to my face, directly over
my belly, legs straddling me. He leaned over and supported himself on his
hands. He leaned down and began licking some of the stray poop bits from
Daniel's face.

"Unplug me fast and hard," he said. "I want to feel it."  Who was I to deny
him his wish. I grabbed the bright white plastic end of the butt plug -- it
contrasted so sexily with his deep blue black skin -- and punched it in and
out like Daniel had done to me. Then I ripped it out as fast and hard as I
could. Deandre yowled in pain, but his hole stayed wide open. He grunted
and out popped a small golfball-sized poop ball. It was solid and it had
been ejected with enough force that it flew all the way to hit me smack,
dab on the nose. It started to roll off my face so I grabbed it before it
could and popped it in my mouth.

Almost no taste. Different from Gavin's. His first offering was followed by
another smaller poop ball that landed and stuck to my chest. One more hefty
grunt. A fart. (His hole fluttered). Then a long, firm poopoo snake
extruded from his hole and piled up in one massive pile on my
chest. Deandre stepped away from me and admired his handwork for as long as
it took Daniel to move out from under me, pull my legs down flat and lie on
top of me, face to face. I could feel shit smearing between us. My
shit. Gavin's shit. Deandre's shit.

Daniel pushed his lips against mine and sucked Deandre's poop ball into his
mouth, sucked on it for a moment, then pushed it back into my mouth.

"I'm the only one who hasn't pooped on you," he said softly. "I want to
fuck you and poop on you at the same time. It'll be my birthday present to
you and from you at the same time." Then he leaned back down and slurped
the poop ball back into his mouth from mine, chewed it visibly and
swallowed it.

I couldn't imagine how he'd be able to poop on me while he was fucking
me. It seemed impossible to have his cocklet poking in me while his ass was
gooshing out poop. Little did I know how carefully he'd planned his special
poopoo birthday party.

He swung around so his butt faced me and he was facing my butt. We were
still body to body, so his movement smeared the crap all over both of us. I
could see some movement beside me and looked to see Daniel's daddy hand him
something. At that moment I realized he'd fuck me and shit on me at the
same time by using a dildo. But I was wrong.

"Are you ready, Poopoo Baby?" he whispered. Then he showed me how he was
going to fuck me. He held up Gavin's monster turd and giggled. "It's a
Gavin poopoo dildo! Shit fucking is so much fun," he said then pressed the
tip against my hole. As he pressed, he farted. I loved watching his asshole
flutter when he farted.

"I gotta warn you, Baby. Daddy gave me something that makes it really
really loose. You're gonna get Daniel slimed for sure."

With those words he pushed the Gavin poopoo dildo steadily into my hole and
farted again. His hole sprang open wider than Gavin's had been and stayed
open for a moment before anything happened. Then the gush. The flood.
Softer than pudding. Firmer than diarrhea. And it kept coming. I had to
watch through slitted eyes because it was spraying everywhere: my face, my
chest, my arms. Daniel wiggled his butt and it sprayed on Gavin and
Deandre. All the time he was fucking me hard with the Gavin poopoo
turd. I'm not sure how long Daniel's poo flood continued, but it seemed
like a long time, but gradually it stopped. His legs were spattered with
his poop. But I was covered!

"Deandre, I gotta give Bradie his specialest gift. Take over from me."

Daniel swung around to come face to face with me, once again spreading all
the filth on me even more. Deandre had taken over Daniel's turd fucking for
a moment while Daniel licked all over my face. I licked my lips while he
licked my cheek. Wow! His poop tasted like chocolate! I swear.

"I had Daddy give me a chocolate sauce enema right before he plugged
me. Tastes good, doesn't it?"  ( At that moment Deandre pulled the Gavin
poopoo dildo out of me. By the way Daniel jerked a moment later, I knew
Deandre was fucking it into his hole. Then Deandre had it back in
me. Daniel and me were being turd fucked back and forth. Still licking and
kissing me, Daniel began grinding his hard dicklet against mine, using the
accumulated shit as a sort of boy-filth lube.

Daniel ground it against me. Poopy dick to poopy dink. It felt
remarkable. Soft and hard at the same time. Soft from the shit and hard
flesh against hard flesh. Daniel kept grinding, smearing my filth between
us. Tension in my tummy, in my dink, mounted.

I muttered, "Stop. Please. I'm gonna cum." Still Daniel ground against me,
grabbing my poop-smeared cheeks and pulling me tighter against him. The
tension mounted higher, became a searing heat in my little balls that
surged to my pee pipe. My tummy clenched and my asshole spasmed. Right then
Deandre shoved Gavin's huge turd hard into my rectum. Then it hit me. The
orgasm. Stronger, deeper, harder than any I'd ever had before. I shivered,
jerked, twitched, and farted. My hole opened. Right in the middle of this
intense cum, I let go. Gavin's huge turd flew out followed by a mass mass
of stinky poop spattered out at Deandre.

Just then I heard Gavin shouting at the top of his lungs, "Somebody wape
me. Pweeze somebody wape me. I need to be waped."

I glanced over in my haze and saw Deandre's father ram his 9 inch cock
roughly into the little eight year old boy.

"Shit. Fuck. Cocksucking mother fucker rape me rape me rape me fuck me rape
me," he screamed, losing his lisp when he did, just like when he
sang. Deandre's father stood up with Gavin facing forward. He pounded the
little tyke brutally up and down on his cock. A spurt of little boy piss
flew out of the inch long boner every time Gavin was jammed down on the
huge cock in his shit track.

Daniel scooted down a bit just as Deandre pushed all thirteen inches of the
turd dildo into of my ass. It was followed immediately by something smaller
but harder. Something I totally loved. Daniel was fucking me with his four
incher. Pounding it into me. It didn't take long before he got close to the
edge and began yelling.

"Do me, Daddy. Do me like Gavin's getting it. I watched in amazement as
Daniel's father rammed his hardness into his son. His daddy rammed into him
violently, Daniel flopping around, his hardness still pumping wildly into
me. The poop that had been smeared on his son flying off with the savage
fucking. I knew the fucking had to hurt, even for a boy who's used to being
fucked. And it looked like that's what Daniel loved, I could tell. He was
screaming as crazily as Gavin was, begging his daddy to fuck him harder. He
shuddered, jerked, spasmed and began pissing in me while a massive orgasm
overtook him. Knowing that he was flooding me with a sweet combination of
his cum and piss heated me back up. That and the drugs we'd all taken. I
was ready for more -- more than Daniel's beautiful, sweet, but small
cocklet could give me.

As if reading my mind, Dale lifted his son off of me, piss still spewing
from his hard four inches. I clamped my asshole as tight as I could, not
wanting to lose any of Daniel's wonderful cum and piss or to lose Gavin's
gigantic turd that was trying to force its way out of my shitter.

Uncle Eric came over and picked me up and carried me to the other end of
the huge bed and laid me down next to Deandre who had Scout Master Tim
fucking his sweet, black boy hole as violently as his father was "waping"
Gavin. I knew -- no make that I prayed -- that I'd be misused as badly as
the other boys. I didn't have long to wait.

I hadn't been paying much attention to what was going on around me, but I
glanced around. Scout Master Nick still filming, the other cameras were
perched on tripods. They were all capturing an incredibly nasty, poopy,
sexy scene: Gavin -- his face and torso poopified -- was being savagely
violated by Marcus's -- Deandre's dad's -- huge black cock, the man jumping
up and down forcing his cock as deep as it would go while Gavin pissed with
every shove. Daniel's daddy was treating Daniel as roughly, ramming his
cock into his slight, shit smeared son. Deandre was next to me being
pummeled by Scout Master Tim. Uncle Eric and Scout Master Nick stood near
me.

Uncle Eric spoke up. "I think it's time to give Daniel's Poopoo Baby what
he needs."

He straddled me with his butthole facing my head. I knew what he was about
to do. And probably what every man except Scout Master Tim was going to do
too. Scout Master Tim couldn't do it because he'd already pooed all over
Gavin. But the other men hadn't pooped yet. By now I knew I loved poop play
with the boys here. But I wasn't so sure about having men dookie on
me. Fuck. Men don't dookie. They shit. I wasn't so sure about having them
shit on me. But even though everybody was treating me special for my
birthday, that didn't change that I am a boy whore and have to do what I'm
told. So like it or not, I knew I was about to have at least three men dump
on me. Maybe all five.

These thoughts flashed through my mind as I watched Uncle Eric's tight,
clean asshole flex and pooch out slightly. A grunt. A loud fart fluttered
his hole. Then it opened a small amount and a tiny, deep brown nub appeared
for just a second. His hole opened an inch and then a huge mass of droopy
poopies surged from the hole and splatted right between my nipples. A soft,
coiled deep brown shit snake piled up at least three inches. When I looked
more carefully, I could see funny looking small things throughout the
poop. They looked like seeds of some sort.

Uncle Eric squatted from his standing position, putting his now filthy man
hole a half inch from my lips.

"Clean me, toilet paper boy," he commanded. I had no choice but by now I'd
sunk to the depths of dirt, filth, nastiness, and disgusting shit. Yes
shit. Man shit. Yummers man shit.  I held Uncle Eric by the hips and swiped
my tongue from the bottom of his crack to the top. Then I began licking in
earnest around his poohole. His poop tasted good! Spicy, even a little
hot. It reminded me of, I'm not sure, but maybe...

"You like that Mexican food, don't you little shit boy," he
said. "Enchiladas last night. I didn't eat really hot salsa or else your
little mouth would be burning. Make sure you get me really, really clean."

No problem there. I was licking his hole like a wild dog. I pushed my
tongue in to get more of the yummy poopoo Uncle Eric gave me what I
wanted. With a push, another, and a grunt, my mouth filled quickly with
leftover Mexican food poopies. Enough came out that it smeared around my
lips and some even went up my nose. Now that burned so I snotted it out.

Uncle Eric climbed off me, pulled my legs apart and knelt between them. He
reached down, picked up a handful of his warm poop, and rubbed it on his
seven inches of hard, angry man cock.

"Shit's the best lube in the world, poopy baby boy. You ready?"

He didn't wait for my response but instead plunged all seven inches roughly
into my hole. He was buried to his pubes.

"YOW!" I howled. My cry of pain didn't slow his assault at all -- and I
didn't want him to slow down. He rested my legs on his shoulders. As he
pummeled my hole, he ran his hands through the pile of poop on my chest,
rubbing it farther and farther down my torso until he reached my nail hard
dink. He rubbed me a couple of times then pulled his hands off me. Oh,
fuck, I wanted him to keep going.

"Next!" Uncle Eric cried pounding me harder yet. This time Gavin's dad
straddled my face and squatted so close that his asshole was just a few
inches above it. He was faced so Uncle Eric could see him shitting on
me. It didn't take long, either. His hole quivered and then opened
quickly. A gush of really soft, almost liquid, shit spread all over my
mouth, nose, and eyes. Thank goodness I'd kept my eyes closed or I'd have
poopoo vision! I did manage to get some in my mouth, though.

The sight of my defilement was all Uncle Eric needed. He slammed his cock
so hard into me I thought he'd break something inside me. I knew he was
cumming -- HARD. Next the warmth, the wet, the piss to join his nephew's
inside my rectum. I was starting to feel pretty full with Uncle Eric's
cock, Gavin's super turd, and all the piss inside me.

I wiped the poop off my eyes in time to see Uncle Eric pull out of me. I
tried to shut my hole, but wasn't quick enough. I lost some of the precious
piss inside me. And it stunk like rotten poopy fish. Gavin's daddy quickly
replaced Uncle Eric between my legs. He pressed his fat, ruby cockhead
against my leaking hole, plugging it. His cock wasn't the longest I'd ever
seen. Not by a long shot. But it was one of the thickest. I was definitely
going to feel this. His eyes twinkled with delight and drugged sex
fury. Looking in my eyes he hocked deep in his throat and spit a gooey, wet
loogie directly into my mouth. He did this three times then laughed.

"Get ready faggot boy!," he yelled at the top of his lungs. Them WHAM! I
saw stars. Really did. Somewhere I heard a boy screaming in pain, a high
pitched, frantic scream. It kept echoing in my head until I took a deep
breath. It stopped. The pain slowly ebbed and was replaced by the familiar
warm, full, passionate feeling of loving a man's cock ripping violently in
and out of me.

Right off to the right, right next to me, Gavin's little voice screamed as
loud as I'd been screaming a few seconds earlier.

"Owie! Owie! Fucking cocksucker shitty fuck peepee poopoo caca. It hurts!
It hurts! It fucking hurts so much! Oh fucky shitty peepee fucky poopy
ouchy ouchy. I'm cumming. I'm cummmmmming!"

In my own over-sexed haze I watched as Marcus bounced the little tyke
around on his cock like he weighed nothing. The boy's arms shot outward
like some unholy, ass fucked little wooden puppet. And his little dickie
danced around like a little wooden peg, spewing piss on me, on his daddy,
on the floor. All over the place.

It was amazing watching this eight-year old baby boy go through what I
could tell were a series of orgasms. One would subside and he'd start to
quiet down only to be slammed by another, stronger one. And from the looks
of things, piss wasn't the only thing he was letting loose. A strong stench
of diarrhea filled the hair. Wet shit oozed down Deandre's daddy's fat
cock. Marcus was literally fucking the shit out of him. But still the man
pounded mercilessly into the ravaged boy cunt.

Gradually Gavin's spasming slowed, then stopped. His body drooped forward,
supported by Marcus's strong arms. Marcus held him there for a moment,
allowing Gavin to drift off into an orgasm-fueled sleep. The just as the
boy began breathing softly, the man slowly, carefully drew his fat, long
black cock out until just the cockhead remained inside the little guy's
anal ring.

Then: SLAM! He shoved it back in to his pubes.

"NO!" Gavin screamed. "Stop. I'm all done. No moh. Pwease no more. It huwts
too much now. No moh. No moh."

"Don't stop, Marcus," Gavin's daddy said from between my legs. "You know my
little boy and what he really likes. Give it to him."

I'm not sure Marcus needed Gavin's father approval to continue smashing his
hard, 8- or 9-inch, very, very thick black cock into the little screaming
boy. I felt every hard, vicious thrust into Gavin because when Marcus
slammed into him, Gavin shrieked in little boy agony. Gavin's daddy echoed
the desecration of his little boy's rectum by punching viciously into me in
rhythm with every outcry from his son.

"Fuck& my& little& fag& boy& hard," he chanted as he punched into me.

"Look, Daddy," Daniel cried from the other side of me, still impaled on his
daddy's thick seven inches. Sometime during the last few minutes, Daniel
had been turned around so that he was face to face with his daddy.  "Marcus
is fucking the shit out of Gavin. For real! I gotta try that. Stand over
Brayden."

Dale straddled my chest, facing toward my head. I couldn't believe how
strong he was to carry his son on his cock, fuck him roughly, and move
around like he did. I'd learn in a couple of minutes that Deandre's daddy
was even stronger. Anyway, Dale reached around his son's skinny body. He
then pressed the base of his son-fucking cock. Daniel strained, then
farted. Now I saw why Dale was pressing the base of his cock. With the
fart, Daniel's hole opened enough where he might have forced his daddy's
cock out if it hadn't been pressed into place. I guess they'd done this
before.

"Fuck the shit out of me, Daddy," Daniel began screaming, adding his voice
to Gavin's pained screams. "Fuck the shit out of me. Fuck the shit out of
me. Fuck the shit out of me. Fuck the shit out of me."  ( Then he farted
again, only this time, his hole stayed open and more of the moist, soft
shit he'd blessed me with earlier flowed around the cock of the man who had
made him. Flowed out and spattered down onto my chest. All the while Daniel
was begging his daddy to `fuck the shit out of me' which his daddy was
gladly doing. Then, mid shit-squirt , the pooped started squirting on me
rhythmically as another hard orgasm hit my twelve-year old poopoo birthday
host. Squirt. Squirt. Squirt. No cum this time. Daniel was all spermed
out. But his boy cock jerked and his poo hole squirted. As his latest
stinky offering spattered on me, I noticed strands of sticky white mixed
in. His daddy was breeding his poopy ass son.

I reached up to Dale's shit covered balls and cock shaft. I wiped a good
sized handful of Daniels chocolate brown poop from them and licked my
fingers clean. Yummers. Chocolately, cummy poo.

"Take my sperm, shit faggot son!" Dale was yelling while I was sucking down
his son's shit. "Take my sperm and give me a shit baby!"

Daniel was shaking all over as his orgasm faded -- but only for a moment as
it turned out. Daniel looped his arms tightly around his daddy's neck and
slumped in his after orgasm haze. Dale stood stock still for a moment, his
face frozen in intense concentration. Suddenly Daniel jerked his head up,
beautiful brown eyes wide with surprise. Sexually excited express.

"Piss in me, Daddy," he yelled. "Piss in your little faggot shit baby's
shitter. Piss in m..." Daniel stopped making sense mid-yell. His body
started jerking wildly, still impaled on his daddy's thick cock. His
daddy's thick, seven inch pissing hose that was filling his son's guts. And
a ton of piss it was. Daniel's tummy bulged as it filled.

"Fuck," I thought, "two orgasms in less than a minute. This shit they gave
us is GOOOD!" And this second orgasm seemed even more intense than the one
he'd just had. It had Daniel spewing nasty, dirty, shitty talking words
louder and faster that you can imagine. Still pissing in his twelve-year
old son, Dale stepped off my chest. He took up the chorus and was yelled,
"Pissing up my little faggot's shitter. Gonna piss until your little tummy
explodes in piss, shit, and Daddy jizz!"

Dale yelling. Daniel yelling. Gavin screaming. Only now Gavin wasn't
screaming in pain.

"Mr. Marcus, don't stop. Don't stop," he was now screaming at the top of
his lungs. "Bend down. I want my daddy's doodoo."

This was where I saw how strong Deandre's father was. Still punching his
long, fat, blue-black boy fucker roughly into the little fuck puppet, he
straddled my chest like Dale had. Then he squatted down by my face. I
couldn't believe the view in front of me. Gavin's cute, little asshole was
stretched unbelievably wide by the thick rod slamming into him. With the
tall, strong black man still pumping into him, Gavin reached out and
scooped a big handful of his daddy's soft poo from my face. I was sure he
was going to eat it. But he had another idea.

"More. Harder. Fuck me harder, Mr, Marcus," he screamed. He took the
handful of daddy poo and sniffed it so closely and deeply that he got a
little dollop on the tip of his already poopy nose, poopy from when Scout
Master Tim pooed right on his face after feeding him the hot dog. Then
Gavin took the poo in his hand and smeared it on his inch long, nail hard
little boy cocklet.

"Fuck me Mr. Marcus," he started singing while jerking on his peg. "Daddy's
dookie on my dickie. Papa's poopoo on my peepee. Fuck me
Mr. Marcus. Daddy's caca on my cockie. Fuck me Mr. Marcus. Daddy's shitty
on my shishi."

He was jacking so furiously the poop was flying all over me.  "Fuck me
Mr. Marcus. Poopoo jacking. Caca jacking. Doodoo, dookie, poopy, poopoo,
shitty fuckety fuck fuck jacking off my shitty dookie dirty poopoo poopy
dicky dink! FUCK!"

Sensory overload. That's how Daniel's daddy explained it to me later. I was
in sensory overload. Gavin being brutally fucked my the huge cock slamming
in him -- and loving it. Daniel's tummy swelling with his daddy's piss and
screaming in a long, extended orgasm. The taste of chocolate flavored poop
in my mouth. And the super hard man cock slamming in and out of my own
abused little boy hole, punching against my prostate and pushing the piss
and Gavin's super turd around inside me.

Wham! It hit me. My next dry, painful cum. I grabbed my own cocklet and
began jacking on it just like Gavin was doing on his. Somehow -- I couldn't
remember how -- it had also gotten my nasty hand filled with poo. Fuck!
Poop is the perfect jack lube.

Usually when I cum on my own without drugs or with only Cialis, I loose all
sense of what's going on around me. But this time it was the exact
opposite. Everything was super sharp, super heightened. Wow. Whatever they
gave us was way better than Ecstasy and and until that time Ecstasy was the
superest thing to make me horny.

I rode this cum fully aware of everything, mostly of Gavin's daddy slamming
into me in his own orgasm. He told me later that seeing other men abuse his
son always made him cum -- and cum hard. Now, I guess I should tell you
that I could feel him spurting his daddy jizz inside me. Sorry. I'm telling
you how it really happened, not how some guy writing these stories who's
making this up maybe would do.

So I couldn't feel him spurting, But I could feel his cock throb,
stimulating my hole as it did. I could feel him pushing around everything
in my rectum -- I love that word, rectum, sounds like `wrecked him' -- I
could feel it all sloshing and pushing around. I could feel his fat
cockhead jamming against my little boy prostate on every shove back and
forth across it. Finally, when he slowed his fucking down, I could feel his
cock spewing hot, lovely, super duper pooper filler man piss inside me. Now
my tummy was swelling, just like Gavin's, with my second load of man
piss. And I could feel my own little dickie spewing its pee load onto my
poopy tummy.

Still cumming. Still peeing and cumming -- fucking hell how long was it
going to go on -- I watched Marcus reverse himself over my chest. Gavin was
still stuck on his cock. He leaned down so the little red head could get my
dink in his mouth. His ass filled with this beautiful black man's piss,
Gavin began filling his tummy with my boy pee. His mouth felt so good. So
warm and sweet. It calmed me and let me come down at last from the longest,
most powerful cum I'd ever had. Even longer, better, more painful than when
I cum when some man is hurting me. Ever had a cum so long it hurts? This
one sure had. And I knew I wanted more just like it.

I figured at this point maybe we'd slow down a bit. But no such luck. Scout
Master Nick hadn't had his turn in some boy's hole and now he stood beside
me. Deandre stood with him. In my orgasmic insanity, I hadn't realized that
Scout Master Tim had finished his plowing Deandre. I looked up at the
gorgeous black boy.

"Father's going to defecate on you since he hasn't had the opportunity to
move his bowels yet today. You'll be surprised by the amount and quality of
his fecal matter." Deandre was using his super-smart talk, but I totally
understood what he was saying. His daddy was gonna poop on me and there'd
be a lot. GREAT! Part of me was ashamed by what a little faggot poop boy
I'd become. Then I realized I hadn't `become' one. I was one my whole life.

Gavin's daddy was still inside me. Still hard. We all were still hard
thanks to the Cialis. And I was still horny, thanks to whatever else they'd
given me. I suspected I wasn't the only one because Gavin's daddy was
starting to push his daddy dick in and out of me once again. I wouldn't
mind if he was going to go again. He must have read my mind.

"As much as I'd love to fuck that wonderful, tight little asshole of yours
again, this next one is for my son. And Scout Master Nick needs his turn in
you. But don't worry, I'll be back after all the others have had their
first time inside you."

While Gavin's daddy was talking to me, I was watching Marcus's asshole
closely. It quivered slightly then started to widen. I knew what was coming
but I missed the fart that had announced all the other poops I'd seen so
far this day. I hadn't had much experience seeing someone poop up close --
really just those who'd done it today. Solid poops had started with a
small, dark brown spot appearing at the butt hole first. Marcus's poop did
appear like that at his hole, only it wasn't dark brown. It was more like a
light brown-gray button. It grew quickly, stretching the purple ringed hole
as it grew. It was amazing, seeing this light colored piece of man shit
against the deep, blue-black cheeks of this beautiful, muscular man.

I'd never seen shit this color. It had a greenish cast to it. A perfectly
formed turd about 6" long dropped from his hole onto my chest.

"I told you his fecal matter was different in appearance from most,"
Deandre announced. "Father is a vegetarian. No meat to give it the deep
brown color that colors most people's feces."  ( Different looking was
right. So were the next three shorter turds. But each was just as wide as
the first. The last one was almost perfectly ball shaped. About the size of
a golf ball. I couldn't help myself. I picked up Marcus's final poop
offering. It was soft but firm, not hard like Gavin's super turd that was
filling my intestines at that moment, probably softening in all the pee in
me. Holding Marcus's turd ball in my hand, I did what any good little
poopoo boy would do. I smelled it -- not much smell like meat poop has --
and popped it in my mouth. Kind of a slight spicy taste but not as bitter
as the poop I'd eaten so far that day.

"Father," Deandre said, "he seems to like the taste, I knew he would!"

Deandre's father looked back at me and smiled.

"I had a different idea for my shit, young man. But you are welcome to that
one piece but no more."

I mashed the ball around in my mouth for a couple of minutes, softening it
even more. Part of me wanted to swallow it whole, but I didn't want to
choke on it so I started chewing. Now that was a first for me! I'd never
actually chewed up a solid piece of shit. I guessed I really was a
poop-loving little shit-eating faggot. And proud of it! I chewed and
swallowed everything in my mouth. There really wasn't that much, but I
wanted more.

Marcus moved off me, Gavin still attached by the man's big, black
hose. Almost everyone stood around me at that point. Everyone except Scout
Master Tim who was manning the cameras and Gavin's daddy who was still up
inside me. And there was one other person standing there, someone who must
have come in without me seeing him. Scout Master Chris!