Date: Mon, 11 Jan 2010 08:14:51 +0000
From: Scat Boy <coproman69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Small Tops, Big Bottoms - Part 2 (bbbb/M, anal, oral, ws, scat)

Small Tops, Big Bottoms - Part 2 (bbbb/M, anal, oral, ws, scat)
by Coproman


Almost three weeks had passed since Cousin Marcus had gotten arrested for
coming on to a neighborhood boy, which meant it had been over a month since
Devon and had pissed and shit in his mouth or fucked his ass.  Needless to
say, both of us were getting pretty antsy.  So I went back to doing what I
used to do, meaning pretending my toilet was Marcus's mouth whenever I took
a shit and that my fist was his asshole whenever I jacked off.  But neither
was really doing the trick for me OR Devon, I discovered, and I'm sure the
story was the same with Devon's brothers and cousins.  Let's face it: Once
you've experienced the real thing, it's damned hard to go back to the fake
substitute stuff.

Fortunately for all of us, Marcus was NOT the one-in-a-million scat pervert
we all thought he was.  I knew something was up when, during one of our
first recesses as middle-school students, I saw Devon huddling with his
brothers and cousins again, something he hadn't done since we had all
graduated from elementary school.  Afterwards he came running over to me
with a big grin on his face.

"My cousins go to the after-school center, and they said the guy who runs
it is just like Cousin Marcus."

"Really?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Yep."

I hesitated. "And you mean he...?"

"Yep.  He eats it and he takes it up the butt.  So you wanna go see him?"

I just nodded, amazed that Devon's cousins, who were just a few months
older than us, had actually found someone with the same perverted tastes as
Marcus.  To tell the truth, I didn't believe them.  And that Friday
afternoon, as Devon and I and a bunch of other boys played in the gym, it
was even harder to believe that Mr. Kissner, the guy barking out orders to
everyone, could possibly be as gentle and passive as Cousin Marcus.  Sure
he was handsome, with his clear blue eyes and his long blond hair, and
young, probably younger than Marcus, but I just couldn't imagine this white
dude letting a couple of ghetto boys like us do to him all the nasty things
we did to Marcus.  In fact, with the way he was leering at Devon and me, I
was afraid he might want to make us HIS bottoms.  But strangely enough,
that possibility didn't stop me from wanting to check him out, because
Marcus's absence had left me with an itch for some pervy sex, and I
desperately needed someone to scratch it.

So Devon and I played--or pretended to play--until exactly 4:25, when
Mr. Kissner quietly ushered us through a door at the back of the gym, which
led to his office.  Then we watched through the window of the door as he
walked back into the gym, announced to the boys that the afternoon session
was over, and shooed them all out.  After everyone had left, he locked the
gym doors and returned to the office.  I thought we were going to do it
right there, but Mr. Kissner said, "Come on," and he opened another door to
what I thought was a closet but what turned out to be a back entrance to
the locker room and showers.

When we walked in I was surprised to see Javier and Santiago, two of the
cousins Devon had huddled with in the schoolyard, standing there grinning
at us.  Fraternal twins, they couldn't have looked more different.  I'd
always been secretly attracted to Javier.  The shortest of us, he was
really cute, with his hazel eyes, slight build, and long dark hair that
hung in loose curls on his shoulders.  Before toughening up a little, he
regularly got teased about looking like a girl.  Santiago, on the other
hand, always scared me a little.  Though we were all eleven years old, he
was taller and more muscular than his brother, Devon, or me, and he had
spiky hair.  There was also the shadow of a mustache on his face.  I was
sure that, unlike the rest of us, puberty was already behind him.

"You guys didn't see anyone else come in here, did you?" Mr. Kissner asked
them.

When they both shook their heads and said "nope," Mr. Kissner quickly
secured the door leading from the gym to the locker room then looked at the
four of us and, smirking, said, "Okay, boys, it's party time!"

As soon as I heard that, the twinge of fear I'd felt earlier came back.  I
expected at any moment that Mr. Kissner would grab me and rip my clothes
off while Devon and his cousins, knowing what was coming, just stood there
laughing.  I even imagined the three boys helping to hold me down while
Mr. Kissner got on top of me, spread my cheeks apart, and jammed his cock
up my virgin ass.  But even that possibility wasn't enough to make me
leave; I was just too damned curious to see what would happen next.

"Take your clothes off," Devon whispered to me as he, his cousins and
Mr. Kissner all began to strip.

I began to undress, but Devon must have sensed my reluctance because two
seconds later he pulled me close and said, "He like havin' more than two
guys doin' stuff to him at the same time."  Right away I felt my heart
beating faster and my bladder and bowels locking up until Devon added,
"Don't worry.  I told him you just gonna watch, since this your first time,
but you still gotta be naked, like when you used to watch me and Cousin
Marcus."

Sighing in relief, I hurriedly finished stripping, the five of us all
tossing our clothes in one big pile on a locker room bench.  Afterwards
there was a moment of hesitation as we all stood there in our birthday
suits, checking each other out.  I had an erection, but it was only
semihard.  Devon's, Javier's, and Santiago's pricks, though, were all
sticking straight out (Javier's being the shortest, at about three inches,
and Santiago's the longest, at probably five), and Mr. Kissner's cock,
which looked to be at least seven inches long, was so hard it was sticking
straight up.

"Okay, let's get started," Mr. Kissner said, and he headed for the showers
with the four of us right behind him.  I was fascinated by Mr. Kissner's
pale, muscular body, especially by the way his narrow butt flexed and
rippled as he walked, and when Devon noticed what I was looking at, he
leaned over to me and whispered, "Hey, Ty, I bet you can't wait to stick
your dick in that tight white ass, can you?"  Instead of answering him, I
jabbed him in the ribs with my elbow, which made him laugh but also let him
know how right he was.

But I was dead wrong about Mr. Kissner.  In fact, that was the day I
discovered that there are guys who like to TAKE control in public but BE
controlled in private, because once we got to the showers he became a
totally different person, placing a bed of towels on the shower floor then
lying on his back on them, his arms and legs spread in submissive repose.
It was Cousin Marcus all over again, only with blond hair and blue eyes.

While Devon and I stood back and watched, Javier and Santiago descended on
Mr. Kissner like a pair of pint-sized vultures attacking a big piece of
white meat.  But there was nothing dead about the handsome blond.  He was
very much alive, especially his dick, which lay twitching against his flat
stomach.  The brothers began by humping his legs, reminding me of a couple
of badly behaved dogs.  Though physically smaller, Javier seemed to be the
more aggressive of the brothers, at least in this case, as he took the
initiative by slithering up Mr. Kissner's torso and sitting on his head.

"¡Besa mi culo, puto!" said Javier, wiggling his little ass in the man's
face.

"Yeah, kiss his ass, bitch!" said Santiago, as he moved over, propped
himself up, and began to rub his cock against Mr. Kissner's.

As Devon and I kneeled down to watch, Mr. Kissner brushed his tongue over
Javier's pink pucker several times, getting it nice and wet and causing it
to contract with every touch.  I don't know if it was the stimulation he
felt from that or what, but a few seconds later Javier let go with a huge
fart right in Mr. Kissner's face.

"Oh, shit!" Santiago giggled, frowning and turning his head as far to the
side as he could.

"¡Huelelo!  Smell it, you fucker!" Javier yelled, again wiggling his ass in
the man's face, and I was surprised to see Mr. Kissner do exactly as he was
told, sticking his nose in Javier's ass crack and sniffing away.

It took a few seconds for the scent of Javier's fart to reach Devon and me;
it smelled just like the beans we'd been served in school for lunch.

"Damn, Bro!" said Devon, fanning his nose.  "You stink!"

"I know," said Javier.  "But them's the kind he like the most.  Don't you,
dude?"

"Mmm-hmm," Mr. Kissner replied, continuing to inhale the boy's ass gas.

Two more farts followed, but both of them were muffled, as Mr. Kissner had
pressed his lips over Javier's anus and taken them directly in his mouth.
That was a new one for me.  I'd never even seen Cousin Marcus swallow a
fart, though he'd sniffed several of both Devon's and mine.  I wondered if
Mr. Kissner could actually taste them or if he was just turned on by the
idea of getting farted in the mouth by a cute Latino boy.  I resolved,
whenever I managed to get up the nerve, to have Devon fart in my mouth one
day, just to see what it was like.

Mr. Kissner's lips were still glued to Javier's asshole when the boy
suddenly got quiet.  Several seconds later he grunted a couple of times,
and two seconds after that, Mr. Kissner jerked, uttering a long, low moan
as his Adam's apple moved up and down.

"¡Come la cáca, puto!" Javier now yelled.  "Eat my fuckin' shit!"

"Let us see it, Bro," said Devon.

Javier lifted up, breaking the seal between his anus and Mr. Kissner's
lips, and I was shocked to see the tail end of a chubby brown turd sticking
out of the white man's mouth.

"How that shit taste, maricón?" Santiago asked him.  "Good, don't it?"

"Mmmmmm!  Mmmmmm!" was all Mr. Kissner could say as he squirmed around
while chewing on Javier's shit.

All four of us watched in awe as Javier's turd slowly descended into
Mr. Kissner's mouth.  A couple of hard swallows later and it was gone, the
only evidence of its existence being the brown streak on Mr. Kissner's
tongue, the lingering odor in the air, and the brown leftovers on Javier's
asshole.  And a few seconds later the leftovers were gone too, as
Mr. Kissner licked them away, worming his tongue deep inside Javier's
rectum to make sure he got everything.

With his bowels empty but his balls still full, Javier inched back, slipped
his stiffy between Mr. Kissner's lips, and began to mouth-fuck him.

¡Máma el bicho, puto!" he shouted, his bouncing butt suddenly disappearing
under Mr. Kissner's hands, as the handsome blond held the Hispanic boy onto
his face.

Meanwhile Santiago, who was still rubbing his dick against Mr. Kissner's,
was sneering while watching his brother's every move.  "Yeah, DO it, Javi!
Fuck that white mouth!

At the rate he was moving, though, I knew Javier wouldn't last that long,
so I wasn't surprised when, less than two minutes into fucking
Mr. Kissner's face, I heard him gasp and watched him jerk as Mr. Kissner
hugged his ass for dear life.

"¡Aaayy!" Javier squealed.  "¡Bebe la leche!  Drink my come!"

Javier didn't look to be sexually developed enough to produce anything
other than a dry orgasm.  But if that was true, it didn't seem to matter to
Mr. Kissner, who moaned and sucked away at the boy's prick as though he
were swallowing a full man-sized load of spunk.

Afterwards Javier lay resting on Mr. Kissner's head while the blond
continued to hold on to his ass, giving it a gentle squeeze every few
seconds.  Just seeing the contrast of Mr. Kissner's white fingers against
Javier's light-brown butt cheeks was a turn-on for me.  And I watched that
butt slowly rise until Javier's wilting weiner popped out of the blond's
mouth.  But instead of crawling away, Javier just lay there, his penis
dangling over Mr. Kissner's face.  A few seconds later, Javier's dick
twitched and a golden squirt hit the white man square in the face.

"Oh, shit!" Santiago giggled again, saying out loud exactly what I was
thinking.

"¡Bebe mi pis, puto!" Javier commanded the passive adult.

We all watched silently as Mr. Kissner opened his mouth to catch the steady
stream of piss that was now pouring out of Javier's wobbling cocklet.  The
sound of Mr. Kissner's mouth filling up made me recall the times Devon and
I had urinated in Cousin Marcus's mouth.  And just like Marcus, Mr. Kissner
never closed his wide-open mouth, instead swallowing at the back of his
throat as he drank mouthful after mouthful of pre-teen piss.

It took almost a minute for Javier to empty his bladder, the last squirts
of his pee again missing Mr. Kissner's mouth and spraying all over his
face.  Afterwards the boy lowered himself back down again, settling his
weiner and hairless crotch onto the man's wet, rank face.  By this time
Santiago, who seemed transfixed by the nasty act, was beside himself.

"Fuck!  That shit made me SUPER horny!" he said, lifting himself off
Mr. Kissner.  Rubbing cocks with the blond had made the husky Latino's dick
so stiff that it was now pointing not only out but up.  "Hold his legs
back, you guys."

Exchanging a smirk, Devon and I both grabbed one of Mr. Kissner's legs and
bent them back towards his chest, causing his ass to lift up.  Again I
found myself admiring it, particularly the way it gleamed in the bright
lights of the shower and the way his pale pink anus puckered over and over
again, as though it were throwing us kisses.  At Santiago's direction, we
took turns spitting on that kissing anus until a big frothy wad of saliva
was running down Mr. Kissner's ass crack.  Santiago then spit in his own
hand, rubbed it over the head of his dick, knelt down between Mr. Kissner's
legs, and aimed.

"¡Toma el bicho en el culo, maricón!" he shouted, thrusting his hips
forward.

Mr. Kissner stiffened, moaning into Javier's groin as Santiago's boner slid
all the way up his asshole.

"Oh, shit!" I heard myself utter as I watched the rapid penetration.  It
was nothing like when Devon or I had fucked Cousin Marcus.  Santiago's cock
was long and thick enough for whoever he fucked to really FEEL it; and the
grunts Mr. Kissner made when the spiky-headed boy began to hump him were
clear proof of this.

I stared at Santiago's muscular ass flexing as it pistoned up and down; and
when he started sweating and I got a whiff of it radiating off his back, I
got a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach.  I'm not sure why, but I had
the urge to lean over, stick my face in his ass crack, and smell his
shithole, just like Mr. Kissner had done to Javier.  I glanced at Devon but
didn't share this thought because it scared me.  None of the guys seemed to
have a "sissy side," so I certainly didn't want them to know about mine.
But it seemed logical to me that while some boys like to fuck, others like
to GET fucked.  Surely both Cousin Marcus and Mr. Kissner had been in that
"other" category when they were boys.  So while I was okay with being on
top, I understood the part of me that wanted to be on the bottom.  Then, as
I watched a tiny bead of sweat roll down Santiago's back and disappear into
his ass crack, I began to wonder what it would feel like to be that bead of
sweat when Devon's voice broke me out of my trance.

"Hey, Ty, don't go nowhere.  I'm gonna get my dick sucked."  Leaning over,
he tapped Javier on the shoulder; when Javier turned his head, Devon said,
"Venga aquí."

Flashing him a smile, Javier lifted himself off Mr. Kissner's face and took
Devon's place holding the man's leg.  Facing us, Devon kneeled over
Mr. Kissner's head, framing the man's face between his thin brown thighs;
then he pushed down on his hard-on, poking it into the blond's mouth.  At
the same time, Santiago eased back and told Javier and me to pull
Mr. Kissner's legs back up a little, which decreased the angle of his ass
attack, giving both himself and Devon a little more room to maneuver.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Mr. Kissner moaned, his whole body quivering as the cousins
simultaneously fucked his mouth and ass.

It was an awesome sight, and I was probably wearing the same wild-eyed
expression that Javier was as we watched them repeatedly plug the
coming-and-going ends of the white man's digestive tract.  Every now and
then Devon and Santiago would lift up their heads and, with their sweating
face only inches apart, grin at each other.  Then they'd both look down at
Mr. Kissner again.  As the two boys rounded third base and headed for home,
there was more sweating, along with a lot of grunting and slapping of flesh
against flesh, and the air was filled with the rank, intoxicating odor of
hot boy-man sex.

Though Devon had started fucking Mr. Kissner's mouth after Santiago had
started fucking his ass, he didn't have his cousin's staying power and
ended up coming first, squinching up his face and shivering as he pressed
his crotch against Mr. Kissner's face.

"Shit!  I'm comin'!  Take my load right down your fuckin' throat, faggot!"

Hearing Devon say that, I again found myself smiling, knowing that his load
wasn't very big and wondering how much of anything Mr. Kissner was actually
getting to swallow.  I was sure, though, that he was just as satisfied with
what Devon was feeding him as he was with whatever Javier had given him.

But I was more interested in Santiago's orgasm.  Being that he was the most
sexually mature of the four of us, I was eager to see not if but how much
he came.  I didn't have to wait long.  A few seconds after Devon climbed
off Mr. Kissner's face, Santiago sped up his strokes.  About a minute
later, grunting and jerking, he rammed his rod as far up Mr. Kissner's ass
as it would go.

"¡Coño!" yelled Santiago, closing his eyes, gritting his teeth, and
throwing his head back.  "I'm coming!  ¡Toma la leche, maricón!"

Devon, Javier, and I all watched Santiago's body jerk and his ass cheeks
flex over and over again as he came in Mr. Kissner's ass.  Afterwards he
took a deep breath and just lay on top of him, pressing his face against
the white man's chest.  My anticipation was high.  I expected to see solid
evidence of Santiago's sexual maturity when he pulled his cock out of
Mr. Kissner's asshole.

At first I was disappointed.  Though I was staring directly at where the
boy and the man were connected, when they finally separated all I saw were
some traces of shit on the head of Santiago's dick and a single strand of
come stretching from his dickhead to Mr. Kissner's anus.  But when
Mr. Kissner flexed his sphincter, I heard myself muttering "Oh, shit!"
again as a big milky glob of semen began to ooze out of his anus.  And the
more he flexed, the more leaked out until a tiny puddle of come lay on the
towel under him.

"Damn, Cuz!" said Devon.  "You sure shot a big fuckin' load up his white
ass!"

"That's 'cause I ain't had none in a while," Santiago explained, "so my
fuckin' balls was full."

"But he like gettin' an ass full of Rican come," said Javier.  "Don't you,
dude?"

"Uh-huh," Mr. Kissner grunted, smiling and nodding.

"And you like the way my come taste too, don't you?" Devon asked him.

"Uh-huh."

"Then you gonna like somethin' else I got for your white ass even better,"
said Devon, and after winking at us, he casually turned around, facing away
from us, and sat on Mr. Kissner's face, grinding his ass on it so hard
that, after a while, the blond started groaning, kicking his legs, and
flailing his arms as he fought to breathe.  When Devon finally lifted up,
Mr. Kissner's face was redder than ever and his mouth was wide open as he
gasped for air.

Devon just looked at him, waited for him to catch his breath, then
positioned his asshole over the man's open mouth.  None of us was surprised
to see it begin to stretch open or to see the light-brown turd that filled
it.  And we knew that Mr. Kissner saw it too because his lips and tongue
started to tremble as he stared at Devon's bulging anus.

For a while it was touch and go.  Devon seemed to have trouble pushing his
turd out, being that it was especially thick.  But after flexing his
sphincter a few times, it finally made its way through, after which Devon's
whole bowel movement rapidly followed, plopping into Mr. Kissner's mouth in
a long series of loosely connected chunks.

"Eat my Niggerican shit, you white faggot pussy!" Devon yelled at him while
looking underneath himself.

"¡Si, puto!" Javier added.  "¡Come la cáca de mi primo!"

I'm not sure how, but with his mouth so full that his cheeks bulged out,
Mr. Kissner began to chew, slowly, steadily consuming my friend's shit,
swallowing it in tiny gulps until, several minutes later, it was all gone.
Afterwards he opened his mouth and stuck out his brown tongue, I guess to
show us again that he had eaten it all.  Then, with Devon still squatting
over his face, he repeated what he'd done to Javier by licking the
leftovers out of his asshole.

When Devon finally got up, Mr. Kissner looked like he was about to get up
too, but Santiago stopped him.

"Hold up, maricón," he said.  "You ain't done yet.  I gotta go too."

Mr. Kissner smiled and licked his lips as he lay back down and Santiago
climbed onto his face.  After assaulting the man's nose with a series of
smelly farts, the muscular little boy's asshole blossomed open and began to
deposit a long semisoft rope of light-brown shit into Mr. Kissner's
wide-open mouth.

"Eat it, you fucker!" Santiago yelled.  "¡Come la mierda!

"Nnnnnngh!  Nnnnnngh!" the blond man groaned, but I couldn't tell if it was
in response to Santiago's words or because he was lost in the passion of
eating yet another young Latino boy's waste.  Indeed, this was another new
one for me.  Though I'd watched Cousin Marcus eat a double load of boy
shit, meaning mine and Devon's, I'd never seen him eat a triple load.  I
didn't think it was even possible, that there was enough room in the
average stomach to hold that much.  But I can't say I was all that
surprised when Mr. Kissner gobbled down every last crumb of Santiago's
long, sloppy turd.  Over the past year, I'd discovered just how extreme a
pedo shit geek can be.

With Mr. Kissner's pooched-out belly gleaming in the light and his still
super-hard cock leaking a rivulet of pre-cum on his stomach, he couldn't
wait to jack off, and the four of us pulled on our own pricks as we watched
him masturbate.

"DO it, puto!" Javier urged him.  "Get those rocks off!"

"Yeah," Devon added.  "We wanna see you shoot your load."

"You heard 'em, maricón," Santiago chimed in.  "Let's see how much come you
have in them big red balls."

I just kept quiet as I listened to the three boys and watched Mr. Kissner's
beat his meat.  The handsome white hunk was so pent-up that in less than a
minute he was grinding his ass into the towels while grunting and
grimacing.

"Oh, fuck!  Oh, fuck!  I'm coming!" he panted.

Then Mr. Kissner opened his mouth and stuck out his still-brown tongue.  I
wondered what he was doing.  Seconds later I got my answer, witnessing my
third "new one" of the day as he came so hard that his spunk flew clear
over his chest and landed right in his mouth, prompting another unexpected
"Oh, shit!" out of me.  While he managed to catch a few more spurts on his
outstretched tongue, most of it just splattered over his face.  As his
balls emptied, the shots got weaker and weaker until, in the end, come was
just dribbling over his fingers.  By the time he was done, there was a
trail of splooge stretching from his forehead to his navel.

"Damn!" said Devon.  "That nigger came like a fuckin' HORSE!"

My friend's remark caused us all to laugh, including Mr. Kissner, who was
apparently okay with being called "the N word" as well as being compared to
a big well-endowed four-legged animal.  But the laughter quickly died down
because there were three hard boy-dicks that needed to release their second
loads and one--namely mine--that still needed to release its first.  Though
I was still too uneasy about the whole group sex thing to take a role in
anything heavy, I readily agreed when Javier suggested that we all jack off
in Mr. Kissner's face.

So there we were, the four of us, all gathered around Mr. Kissner's blond
head, jerking furiously at our three-, four-, and five-inch dicks while
Mr. Kissner, his blue eyes darting from one boy-cock to the other, rubbed
his come into his torso with one hand and pulled on his rehardening cock
with the other.

I came first, and I was both surprised by and proud of how much I was able
to shoot, as I spurted two strong volleys into Mr. Kissner's eye and one
across his cheek, causing him to flinch, squint and grunt.  Next came
Javier, who spilled a thin stream of sperm in his other eye and down the
side of his face.  It was about as much as I'd expected, given his size,
but it was nice to see that he was past the dry-come stage.  Then Devon
busted his nut, spurting his usual watery little load on Mr. Kissner's
forehead and in his hair.  Finally it was Santiago's turn.  Straddling
Mr. Kissner's chest, he was aiming for one place, and one place only.

"Abierta la boca, maricón!" Santiago panted.

Mr. Kissner immediately opened his mouth as wide as he could, and with a
shout and a shiver, Santiago shot his slimy load directly onto the blond's
tongue.  It was fascinating to see the silvery spunk spurting in pulses out
of the boy's piss slit, and I was absolutely amazed to see him shoot so
much, being that he'd already pumped a good-sized load up Mr. Kissner's
ass.  Several spurts later there was little lake of semen sitting on the
handsome blond's tongue, and he stared up into each of our faces before
closing his eyes and mouth and swallowing Santiago's offering.

Afterwards we all had to take a leak, so as a parting gesture, we all got
up, stood over Mr. Kissner's head, and pissed in his face.  While we were
aiming for his open mouth, we ended up peeing all over him.  By the time we
were done, his whole head was drenched and his hair saturated with urine.
After swallowing what was in his mouth, Mr. Kissner wiped the piss out of
his eyes and looked up at us with a big grin on his face.

"Thanks for dropping by, boys.  I enjoyed it."  Then he looked directly at
me.  "And Tyrone, it was nice meeting you.  Maybe next time you'll feel
comfortable enough to join in a little sooner."

"Yes, sir," I said, nodding.

After that we all just turned around and walked out of the shower, leaving
Mr. Kissner lying there stinking of piss.  Picking through the pile of
clothes on the locker room bench, we found what belonged to us and got
dressed.  Then Santiago unlocked the door and we walked through the big
empty gym, our footsteps echoing noisily off the walls and ceiling.  I
thought we were going out through the main entrance, but Javier and
Santiago led us to a different door, which led to a little corridor, which
led directly onto the street.

At first we were quiet as we walked together down the block, but then Devon
said, "So, Ty, what'd you think?"

I shook my head.  "That was wild...but it was a fun too.  I wanted it to
last even longer."

That's when Javier told me that it usually did, but today was Mr. Kissner's
wife's birthday, and he was taking her and the kids out to dinner, so he
had to cut things short so he could go home and get dressed.

The whole idea of going out to dinner, and especially getting dressed to do
it, was totally foreign to me, reminding me of how different my world was
from Mr. Kissner's.  But the fact that the guy we'd just finished whoring
around with was married and had kids REALLY surprised me.  I wondered if he
ever did with his wife any of the kinky things he'd just done with us.  I
had a feeling, though, that he was pretty vanilla with her and saved his
chocolate/strawberry/tutti-frutti side just for us.

"So who you think is a bigger freak?" Santiago asked me.  "Kissner or
Marcus?"

I shook my head again and chuckled.  "That's hard to say, man.  They seem
to be about the same."

"It's that white puto, if you ask me," said Javier.  "He be doin' some
freaky-DEAKY shit.  And he be doin' that shit in the fuckin' closet, too."

"That's true, Bro," said Devon, "but he ain't got nothin' on that faggot
cousin of ours.  I can just see him over at Ryker's Island beggin' for some
fuckin' jailhouse doodie."  Then Devon threw his head back, bent his wrist,
and put his other hand on his hip, assuming the classic posture of a flame,
and said in a falsetto voice, "¡Ay, Papi, déme tu cáca, por favor!  !Yo
quiero comer!"

He and his cousins had a good laugh over that, and though I joined in, my
heart wasn't really in it.  I guess it was because my sissy side
sympathized with Cousin Marcus.  No, I wasn't planning on eating shit
anytime soon, but I understood both his and Mr. Kissner's needs, strange as
they were, and I felt bad that Cousin Marcus had been thrown in jail for
trying to fulfill his.

But with Mr. Kissner around, it was easy to joke about Marcus because his
problems were no longer an issue for us.  Now that we had hooked up with
this cool white guy, we no longer needed Cousin Marcus to fulfill the
perverted urges that he had so meticulously implanted in our young,
impressionable minds.  Now we, his little Frankenstein monsters, didn't
have to depend on our creator anymore for our sustenance.  We were
surviving and thriving on our own.


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