Date: Mon, 28 Jun 2010 15:45:15 +0000
From: Scat Boy <coproman69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Small Tops, Big Bottoms - Part 4 (bbbb/M, anal, oral, ws, scat)

Small Tops, Big Bottoms - Part 4 (bbbb/M, anal, oral, ws, scat)
by Coproman


Our next session with Mr. Kissner came that following Friday.  I guess
because I'd finally broken the shit barrier with him, the handsome blond
let it be known that he now wanted to eat shit from all four of us.  Just
the thought of watching a grown man--an actual middle-school teacher!--eat
four full loads of boy-shit was such a turn-on that I could hardly wait for
it to happen.  So at lunchtime I happily joined my three buddies in
stuffing myself, hating all the while the bland lunchroom food we were
eating but eating every crumb of it so we could feed it to our big white
bottom...and see if he was man enough--or freak enough--to handle it all.

Later that afternoon it was back to the showers.  Mr. Kissner had asked us
to drink as much water as possible while we were playing in the gym, so by
the time he locked up and we were in the locker room, we were all doing
"the pee-pee dance."  Mr. Kissner opened the storage locker and pulled out
one of those inflatable pool rafts.  Filling it from an air canister, he
carried it into the showers and lay down on it.  We didn't have to be told
what to do next: We all stood around him and began to urinate, starting at
his head then moving our streams down his body then back up to his head
again, giving the man a true golden shower.

Mr. Kissner seemed to be in total ecstasy, running his hands over his body,
moaning and squirming, his ass squeaking on the plastic of the raft as our
piss rained down on him.  By the time we had emptied our bladders, he was
totally drenched from head to toe in boy-pee; it even clung in tiny amber
droplets to his eyelashes.

"Thanks, boys," he said. "I needed a good afternoon shower."

"That's real fuckin' nice, Teach, but we didn't come here just for that,"
said Devon.

"You didn't?" asked Mr. Kissner, trying hard not to smile as he played
dumb.

"No, puto," said Javier.  "Do we have to fuckin' remind you why we here?"

"I'm afraid so, boys, because I really don't recall."

"Well, I'm not sure about nobody else," said Devon, "but I'm here 'cause I
gotta take a SERIOUS shit...and I wanna take it right in your fuckin'
mouth."

"Me too," said Javier.

"Me three," Santiago added.

"What about you, Bro?" Devon asked me.

"Yep," I said, nodding.  "I'm on the shit list too."

All the guys, including Mr. Kissner, laughed at that one.  But now it was
time to get down to some serious business, specifically the logistics of
doing our business in Mr. Kissner's mouth.  Fortunately he had it all
figured out (probably from having done it already with Felipe and the other
boys).  Queueing us up from shortest to tallest--Javier, Devon, me and
Santiago--he told us that it was a "hump and dump" line.  In other words,
he would take us on in order, one at a time, while the others watched.
That way, he said, he would have time to begin to digest what was already
in his stomach before getting the next load.  It all sounded rather
clinical, as if this were an extension of our Health Education class, and
that made it very odd, considering the subject.  But as long as we had a
place to stick our dicks and drop our dung, we were cool with however
Mr. Kissner wanted us to do it.  (And though I didn't mention anything to
Devon, I was pretty sure that Mr. Kissner had lined us up not only by
height but by how big a load we shot when we came.)

Having finished his instructions, Mr. Kissner lay back on the pool raft,
spread his legs, hoisted them back, and held onto his thighs, offering up
his smooth white ass and puckered pink asshole.  "Okay, boys, I'm ready
whenever you are."

Without a hint of hesitation, Javier hopped on top of Mr. Kissner and
eagerly poked his pecker into the man's anus, which was lubricated by
nothing more than our piss.  As I watched him do his customary jackrabbit
fucking, Devon kept glancing back at me and smirking.  Had the others not
been within earshot, I'm sure he'd have said something like, "Hey, Ty, I
bet you wanna eat Javi's ass like you ate mine, don't you?"  So I just
returned his smirk and gave him a quick nod of acknowledgment, letting him
know that, yes, my sissy side was still there and, no, it wouldn't mind
sticking my face in his cute little bouncing butt and spearing my tongue up
his shit chute.  But I knew that Devon was also smirking because he knew
I'd be thinking the same thing about his butt when he was fucking
Mr. Kissner.

Following his usual pattern, only a few minutes went by before Javier
squealed and began to shake and quake on top of Mr. Kissner while yelling,
"Take it!  ¡Toma la leche in el culo, puto!" his ass cheeks dimpling as he
pumped his modest load up Mr. Kissner's ass.  Resting for barely ten
seconds, Javier promptly pulled his prick out of the teacher's anus then
shimmied up and squatted over his face.

"¡Come la cáca sucia, puto!  Eat my nasty shit, faggot!"

Though I'd seen it more than a few times, it still fascinated me to watch
the asshole of one of my pals blossom open to release the turd within, and
I was particularly amazed to see Javier's stretch open even wider than
usual to release the huge light-brown mass filling his bowels.

"Damn, Bro!" Devon giggled.  "I didn't think you could shit THAT fuckin'
big!"

Once again my friend's words reflected my own thoughts.  In fact, as the
fat turd descended into Mr. Kissner's mouth, I said to myself, Well, if his
intention was to go from eating the smallest to the biggest load of shit,
Javier certainly fucked up that plan!  And now, of course, I was even more
curious to see if it was possible for Teach to reach his goal of consuming
all four of our bowel movements.

"Gluubb--mmmm!  Gluubb--mmmm!  Gluubb--mmmm!" echoed loudly off the walls
of the showers, Mr. Kissner sounding like he was enjoying the most
delicious meal in the world as he scoffed down length after smelly length
of Javier's thick, super-long turd.

When the last of Javier's shit dropped into Mr. Kissner's mouth, he quickly
swallowed it then let out a long, hearty burp.  My dad always told me that
burping was a diner's way of letting the chef know how much he appreciated
the meal, so I guess Mr. Kissner was very satisfied with what Javier had
cooked up and served him.

After licking Javier clean, Mr. Kissner summoned up his voice, and in a
booming baritone, called out "Next!"

Heeding the call, Devon instantly mounted the horny teacher, plunging his
prick into his spermy anus and fucking him all within the space of about
ten seconds.  Unlike Javier's movements, Devon's were more deliberate and
measured, as he sought to jam every inch of his four-inch cock up
Mr. Kissner's ass with every single stroke.  At one point he turned his
head and, smiling, watched us watching him; then he looked straight at me
and playfully stuck out his tongue.  As much as the gesture embarrassed me,
I felt my dick getting harder and wanted more than ever to stick my face in
his bucking butt and thrust my tongue in his shitty asshole.

Soon, among the constant calls from his cousins to "Fuck that white ass!"
in both English and Spanish, Devon climaxed, first yelping and jerking then
hugging and trembling against Mr. Kissner's chest, as he buried his boner
inside the handsome blond.

"Shit!  I'm comin'!  Take my load right up your white fuckin' ass, Teach!"

Crouching down so I could see better, I watched as both Devon's and
Mr. Kissner's anuses winked over and over again, Devon's to pump as much
come as possible up the white man's ass, and Mr. Kissner's to squeeze as
much come as possible out the Niggerican boy's cock.  Devon rested on top
of Mr. Kissner for a bit longer than Javier had before easing his dick out
of him, crawling up, and squatting over his face.  As Devon looked down and
Mr. Kissner looked up, they said something to each other that the rest of
us couldn't hear, after which Mr. Kissner opened his mouth and Devon raised
his head.  Five seconds later Devon's anus began to open up.

"Eat my shit, scumbag!"

"Fuck, yeah, Cuz!" said Santiago.  "Drop a fuckin' bomb down that maricón's
throat!"

Devon's asshole stretched open about as wide as Javier's had, and a thick
brown log began to exit his turd tunnel.  But instead of coming out in one
long smooth column, it broke apart, plopping out in chunks into
Mr. Kissner's wide-open mouth, forcing the white man to chew and swallow as
fast as he could before his mouth was refilled.  Again the smacking sounds
coming out of Mr. Kissner's mouth and echoing off the walls stood out over
everything, that "Gluubb--mmmm! repeated over and over again like a mantra,
a persistent reminder of what we were doing, how nearly everyone else on
the planet saw it as sick, and how we were all completely hooked on it.

After refilling Mr. Kissner's mouth three times, Devon finally emptied his
bowels, upon which he lowered his ass so the handsome blond could lick the
leftover shit out of his asshole.  Afterwards Mr. Kissner burped again, and
Devon surprised me by turning around and sticking his nose over the white
man's mouth to get a whiff.

"Damn!" he said, frowning and fanning the air as he pulled his head back.
"It smell like he just farted outta his fuckin' mouth!"

That produced another good laugh among us, though mine was little more than
a reflex chuckle since I was mentally preparing myself for my turn with
Mr. Kissner.

"Next!" he called out again.

Surprisingly I wasn't too nervous or intimidated.  All those prior sessions
with Mr. Kissner--especially the last one--had made me feel closer to
everyone there, and I eagerly mounted the white man's upturned ass and
confidently thrust my tool all the way in his come-filled anus.  Unlike
Javier and Devon, though, I just lay there for a while, savoring the heat
of Mr. Kissner's body, the pissy wetness of his skin, and the sensation of
his sphincter sucking on my cock.  Then I slowly pulled out until just the
head remained inside, stopped for a moment, then pushed all the way back in
again.  I repeated this procedure three more times, deliberately holding
back until I couldn't hold back any longer, upon which I began to fuck
Mr. Kissner with gusto while my audience cheered me on.

This was my first time fucking Mr. Kissner face-to-face, and I couldn't
help staring at him, studying his expressions.  (I probably wouldn't have
been so bold about doing it if his eyes had been open, but since they
weren't, it was as if I were getting away with something.)  He was truly a
handsome man, a guy who could probably have any female he wanted.  In
school the girls were always giggling in his face and gossiping behind his
back.  I was sure his wife viewed him as a major catch when; he was
probably a good husband and a good father.  The only problem was that none
of it was who he really was.  His attractive face was simply a convenient
mask that allowed him to hide his inner self from the outside world.
Having All-American football hero looks was great; having kinky sex with a
bunch of ghetto boys, not so great.  But if one could somehow give you
access to do the other, then I guess it was cool.  If there was ever a
better example of "You can't judge a book by its cover," I said to myself,
I don't know what it could be.

While I was speculating about Mr. Kissner, my libido had gone on automatic
pilot, so when I finally ventured back inside my body, I was almost
surprised to find myself still happily fucking away at the white teacher's
ass.

"Yeah, Ty, fuck that bitch!" I heard Devon say.  "Show him what you can do
with that nigger dick!"

I wanted to believe I could do a lot with it, though I'd only had Cousin
Marcus and Mr. Kissner to practice on.  But neither of them had ever
complained, so I figured I must've been okay.  I had definitely learned how
to delay my orgasm, and pondering Mr. Kissner's closet pervert existence
had allowed me to delay it even longer than usual.  But now I was right on
the verge of coming, so I sped up, trying to get as much booty as possible
before I blew my wad.  I managed only about a dozen more strokes before,
thrusting my dick all the way up Mr. Kissner's ass, I hugged his shoulders,
tucked my head into his chest, and began to tremble.

"Yeah, Ty, DO it!" said Devon.  "Shoot your shit up his ass!"

"Oo!  Oo!  Shit!  I'm comin'!" I heard myself muttering.  "Take it, Teach!
Take it right up your fuckin' white ass!"

I couldn't believe those words had come out of my mouth!  It was as though
Devon, Javier, and Santiago had all tapped into my subconscious, causing me
to say exactly what they would have said, which was a little scary.  But
Mr. Kissner seemed to get off on it because he immediately moaned in
response, whispering, "That's right, Tyrone.  Shoot your black-boy sperm
all the way up my fuckin' white ass."

This time he didn't mention anything about taking it home with him, so I
assumed he was saving it all for himself.  Then I wondered if somewhere in
the locker room of a suburban school, Mr. Kissner's kids were also getting
their little white asses filled with black-boy or Spic-boy come, and if
they'd be taking it home with them.

After emptying my very full balls in Mr. Kissner's asshole, I just lay on
top of him for a while, my face still on his chest as his sphincter
continued to suck on my slowly wilting wand.  Not wanting to be the odd
link in the daisy chain, I limited my recovery time to only a couple of
minutes before lifting up and retrieving my boyhood from the clammy
confines of the teacher's anus.

Now came the hard part, at least for me, as I inched up and squatted over
Mr. Kissner's face.  Even though I had taken a nice big shit in the white
man's mouth at the end of the last session, the fact that it was unplanned
and I was horny had made it a lot easier to do.  Now I was expected to do
what the others had done right after coming off a sexual high, and I was
right back to not being sure if I could go through with it.  And feeling
the blond's hot breath on my butt didn`t make things any easier.  But the
fact that I had just "shit" on Mr. Kissner verbally emboldened me, and
this, combined with the feeling of urgency in the pit of my stomach,
apparently conquered my shy bowel syndrome, because I felt my asshole begin
to stretch open.

"Yeah, Ty, DO it!" Devon said again, kneeling down next to us to get a
close-up view.  "Shit right in that fucker's mouth!"

It was a weird sensation.  My head was swimming and I heard myself say
"Fuck!" before I began to moan; I proceeded to experience an amazing
feeling of release, followed immediately by a new series of
"Gluubb--mmmm!"s from beneath me as Mr. Kissner swallowed my bodily waste.

"Eat it, puto!" Javier commanded him.  "¡Tu boca es un inodoro!"

"That's right, maricón!" shouted Santiago.  "Your mouth is a fuckin'
toilet, just like my brother said, so you need to keep flushin' that shit
right down your fuckin' toilet throat!"

And indeed, just like the last time, Mr. Kissner was doing exactly that.
With his hands moving up and down my back (giving my ass a little squeeze
on every trip down), he again grunted and snorted like the shit pig he was
as he steadily slurped down the long semisoft turd that pushed out of my
bowels.  He certainly wasn't acting like a man who had already eaten two
mega-loads of boy shit, and I was beginning to think that, among perverts,
white guys were special, that they somehow had the ability to go way over
the top when it came to nasty sex.

It took several long minutes for me to finish feeding my shit to
Mr. Kissner, and when I was done, he licked me clean, just like he'd done
to Javier and Devon.  When I finally got up and looked down at Mr. Kissner,
I was shocked to see how bloated his belly was.  He looked like he was
pregnant as the tightly stretched skin of his pale abdomen gleamed in the
fluorescent light.  But as stuffed as he was, he simply belched, licked his
lips, and again called out, "Next!"

This would be the real test, and as Santiago brandished his five-inch
boner, I could see how eager he was to get his share of hump-and-dump
action.  But before the spiky-headed boy could mount him, Mr. Kissner put
his hand up.

"Wait a minute, amigo.  Let me turn over.  I don't want to lose my lunch."

Letting go of his legs, the horny teacher proceeded to roll over onto his
side then get on his knees and bend over, tucking his head into his folded
arms.  In this position he was able to protect his shit-filled stomach
while still offering up his smooth white ass for fucking.  For several
moments, though, none of us, including Santiago, made a move because we
were all staring at his shithole. Though it was wet, it wasn't dripping the
way it was during our last gang bang, and I'm sure I wasn't the only one
wondering why.

Well, it was as if Mr. Kissner heard our thoughts, because he lifted his
head, glanced back at us, and smirked.

"Don't worry, boys.  I'm just holding it in.  Watch."  And with that he
turned away from us again and flexed his sphincter...once.  A tiny pearl of
semen suddenly appeared at the center of his anus, just enough to seep down
and cling to the bottom of his pucker.  Seeing this, we all smiled and
nodded to each other.

Now that our question had been answered, the show continued.  In one swift
motion, Santiago mounted Mr. Kissner and jammed his five inches of his dick
all the way up his ass, causing the substitute teacher to shudder and moan.
I expected the spiky-haired boy to hold his ground for at least a minute or
so, but I guess he was just too horny to wait because he started humping
Mr. Kissner right away.

"Yeah, Cuz, fuck that ass!" yelled Devon, who was crouching down right
beside them.  "Educate that motherfucker with that fuckin' Spic dick!"

I always loved watching Santiago fuck Mr. Kissner because it came closer to
man-to-man sex than boy-to-man sex, and it was exciting to see the raw
physicality of it.  Every time the muscular eleven-year-old slammed into
the teacher, there was a distinctive smack, they both grunted, and you
could actually see a reverberating ripple pass through Mr. Kissner's butt
cheeks as they absorbed each stiff blow.

I wasn't the only one with a special interest in heavy-duty fucking.
Urging his brother and Mr. Kissner to spread their legs, Javier lay on his
back right in front of them; then, like a car mechanic, he scooted back,
his skin squeaking on the wet pool raft, until his head was underneath
them, just below their point of connection.

"Shit!  You can see EVERY fuckin' thing from under here!" he remarked.

Javier's move caused what I was watching to go from hot to super-hot, as
Santiago banged away at the white teacher's butt while his little
brother--visible only from the neck down--surveyed the scene from below and
masturbated.  I was so mesmerized by them that it took me a moment to
realize that Devon was no longer in the picture.  I jumped when I felt a
hand on my ass.

"So, Ty, which would you rather be doin'?" Devon whispered.  "Suckin'
Javi's dick or lickin' Santiago's ass?"

"Either one would be good," I admitted.  "But I'd REALLY like to be where
Javier is--underneath watchin'."

"Hmmm?  Okay," said Devon, and he promptly walked over to Javier and nudged
him with his foot.  "Hey, Bro, get up for a minute.  Ty wanna get a look."

Javier didn't hesitate to slide from under the fucking pair, a big smile on
his face as he looked up at me.  "Go ahead, Bro.  It's fuckin' awesome."

As soon as Javier vacated his position, I dropped to the floor and shimmied
under Santiago and Mr. Kissner so fast it made Devon and Javier laugh.
Yeah, I was an eager beaver, but since I wasn't sure how close Santiago was
to coming, I wanted to make sure I caught as much of the show as I could
before it was over.

And what a show it was!  Javier was absolutely right: You really could see
"every fuckin' thing" from that intimate vantage point, including
Mr. Kissner's big red balls and thick hard-on wobbling around as Santiago
repeatedly plugged his back door.  Not only that, I could also smell
everything, mostly a mixture of sex, sweat and piss.  In fact, I was
getting a mini piss shower every time Santiago jammed his joint up
Mr. Kissner's ass, as it shook loose droplets of our pee that had settled
in the blond teacher's pubic hair after the golden shower we'd given him.
Also, pre-come was leaking from Mr. Kissner's piss slit into my hair.  I
was surprised Javier hadn't mentioned anything about either of these; then
I figured maybe it was because his sissy side had allowed him to enjoy them
as part of a total experience, just like mine was doing for me right now.

"Hey, Ty, how it look down there?" asked Devon.

"Just like Javi said," I replied.  "It's AWESOME!"

But, as they say, all good things must end.  I was just glad to be there
when it did.  Urged on by the duet of bilingual catcalls from Devon and
Javier, Santiago proceed to fuck Mr. Kissner's ass in a frenzy, driving his
dick in and out of the teacher's asshole faster and harder until, with a
loud grunt, he stuck it to him one last time, burying it so deep that it
looked like Mr. Kissner had two pairs of balls--his own big ruddy ones and
a second smaller, darker pair growing out of his anus.

"¡Coño!  I'm coming!" Santiago yelled, his body flinching and twitching.
"Take it right up that white ass, maricón!"

I watched in fascination as the muscular boy's light-brown balls pulsated
as he pumped his seed in Mr. Kissner's shithole.  I suddenly wished I'd had
x-ray vision, so I could see just how much sperm he was injecting into the
blond's bowels, but from the way Mr. Kissner was cooing, I figured it was a
good healthy amount.  And when Santiago was done shooting his load, I could
see Mr. Kissner's ass ring contracting over and over again as he attempted
to squeeze every last drop of come out of our fuck buddy's boner.

The white man and Latino boy stayed stuck together for at least a couple of
minutes before they decided to disconnect, and, of course, I wasn't going
anywhere until I saw that happen.  Again I watched in fascination as
Santiago slowly pulled back, his shitty, spermy shaft emerging inch by inch
from Mr. Kissner's asshole until, with a spray of sperm, the head popped
out.  I expected a big sticky glob of come to follow, but Mr. Kissner drew
in his sphincter so quickly after Santiago pulled out that not a single
drop of spunk spilled out of him.  Yeah, I was a little disappointed, but I
tried not to let it show as I slid from underneath him, got up, and stood
next to Devon and Javier.

Once I was out of the way, Mr. Kissner rolled over onto his back and spread
his legs again.  Since we had all had fucked him already, there was no need
for his butt to be in the fuck-ready position anymore, so he just slid his
legs back, bending his knees while keeping feet flat on the pool raft until
his thighs and calves were at a 45-degree angle.  Then, with the four of us
staring at him, he gave us a little grin, closed his eyes, and opened his
mouth as wide as he could.  This was Mr. Kissner's signal to Santiago that,
despite being as stuffed as a Christmas turkey, he was ready to proceed to
the last chapter of our hump-and-dump adventure, and his spiky-haired
student didn't hesitate to walk right over and squat over the teacher's
head.

"Yo, Teach, I hope you still got some room in there," said Santiago,
"'cause I feel like I'm gonna drop a fuckin' bomb."

Mr. Kissner nodded, and seconds later Santiago farted right in his nose.
It was fascinating to see him frowning while at the same time sniffing as
hard as he could to make sure he filled his nostrils with the foul odor.
Then Santiago's pucker pooched open just enough to reveal the tip of a
thick brown turd; his asshole continued to expand until it was over an inch
in diameter, upon which the mighty log began to descend into Mr. Kissner
mouth.

"Yeah, Bro, feed that fucker!" said Devon, and when Mr. Kissner began to
swallow it, Javier, ignoring the smell of his brother's fart and shit, got
right in the teacher's face and yelled, "¡Cómela, puto!  ¡Come la TODA!"

"Gluubb--mmmm!" Mr. Kissner responded once again as he struggled to finish
what he'd started.  The muscles in his face and neck strained and his ears
reddened from the effort he was putting into forcing down Santiago's huge
load.  With every swallow I expected--as they put it so nicely in
pie-eating contests--a "reversal," with boy-shit suddenly spewing out of
the white man's mouth like lava from an erupting volcano.

Devon was obviously thinking the same thing because he leaned over to me
and whispered, "Damn.  With all the shit he already ate, I'm surprised it
ain't comin' outta his fuckin' ears."

As I nodded in agreement, my eyes remained fixed on the funky scene.  Any
minute, now, I kept thinking, any minute....  But to my utter amazement,
Mr. Kissner managed to slurp down Santiago's entire bowel movement, nuts
and all.  He even licked him clean, just like he'd done with the rest of
us, though he seemed barely able to lift his head to do it.  Finally
Santiago stood up and walked over to join Devon and me.  Javier joined us
too, but only after hawking up a big nasty loogie and spitting it right in
Mr. Kissner's face.  Then the four of us just stood there masturbating
while watching the handsome teacher do the same.

As I gazed at Mr. Kissner's bloated belly, I swear I don't think he
could've eaten another micro-crumb of shit.  In fact, with the way he was
dry heaving every now and then, I wondered if he would be able to keep down
what he'd already eaten.  But Devon and I had learned from Cousin Marcus
that a true scatophile would do anything he could to hold down whatever
shit he'd eaten.  To throw up--especially in front of whoever had fed
you--was considered the ultimate sign of disrespect, "like you can't handle
being what you are, so you're giving in to the part of you that's trying to
force you to be like everybody else," Marcus had tried to explain to us.
Since Mr. Kissner was indeed a true scatophile, and since he would never
disrespect us, I knew he would do everything in his power to keep what we'd
fed him on his stomach.

Fortunately he won the upchuck battle.  In fact, the closer he came to
blowing his wad, the less dry heaving he did.  And when he finally let go
with a big burp, he seemed to have no problem at all holding our shit down.
Now he was focusing all his energy on his orgasm, panting and sweating as
he tugged furiously at his hard-on.

"¡Si, puto!" said Javier.  ¡Exprime el bicho!  Beat that fuckin' meat!"

Of course Mr. Kissner needed no urging to do this, as his fingers moved so
fast over the head and shaft of his seven-inch rod that they became a blur.
Finally with a yelp, some gasps, and a series of jerks, the handsome
teacher orgasmed.

"Oh, fuck!  Oh, fuck!  I'm coming!" he cried out.

"Do it, Teach!" yelled Devon.  "Shoot your shit all over yourself!"

And did he ever!  For the umpteenth time the four of us oohed and aahed in
amazement as Mr. Kissner ejaculated yet another impressive load.  The first
two volleys shot several feet in the air, up and back, arching over his
paunch and landing with a splat in his spit-dripping face.  Then, suddenly,
a big wad of semen spurted out of his shithole, forming a sticky little
puddle between his ass cheeks as his cock continued to spew sperm onto his
torso.

"Damn!" said Devon.  "That nigger's so horny he's even shootin' a fuckin'
load outta his ass!"

His remark produced a nice laugh among us, including a chuckle from
Mr. Kissner, even though he was still in the midst of coming.  Soon the
blue-eyed blond had emptied his balls as well as his asshole and lay back
on the pool raft to recover.  Once again he was a mess, with spunk covering
him from his face to his pregnant abdomen and still oozing out of his anus.
But he was smiling like he'd just won the lottery.

"GodDAMN, boys, that was the best session yet!" he beamed.  "My belly is so
nice and full, I can't wait to feel it coming out.  I'll have to flush at
least three times to get it all down."

The image of Mr. Kissner sitting on the toilet and dumping the shit we'd
just fed him, mixed in with his own, made my dick re-stiffen even faster.
I wondered just how massive that load would be, how long it would take him
to dump it all, and how it would smell.  Mostly, though, I wondered how it
would look coming out of him and, when he was done, if it was possible to
look down in the bowl and pick out whose shit was whose.  I was so curious
about all of this that I wanted to go home with Mr. Kissner and accompany
him into his bathroom so I could personally satisfy my curiosity.  But as
much as he may have wanted to accommodate me, I knew that his two worlds
could never meet, so I would have to settle for waiting till our next
session and listening to his description of the super-dump.

By now Devon, Javier, Santiago and I, who were all still jacking off, were
just about ready to blow our second wads.  Mr. Kissner said he could use a
sperm facial to go with the spit facial Javier had given him, so at the
crucial time, we each squatted over his head and, one by one, shot our
loads in his face.  There wasn't much, being that so little time had passed
since we'd made our deposits in his asshole, but it was more than enough to
make Mr. Kissner happy, and a fitting climax for a man who'd allowed a
group of ghetto boys to use him as a toilet and a sperm bank.

Afterwards Mr. Kissner just lay there lounging and smiling on the pool
raft, his cock slowly shrinking below his stretched stomach.  He asked us
to turn on the shower closest to him.  Javier did the honors, and we all
watched as the water rained down on the teacher, washing away all external
evidence of our kinky session.  Of course I felt bad about so much fresh
spunk going to waste, but again I tried not to let my disappointment show.

When Mr. Kissner was done, he did his usual disappearing act, deflating the
pool raft and taking it with him, and the four of us hit the showers.  As
usual we bullshitted around while we cleaned up, and as usual it continued
as we got dressed, left the gym, and walked home.  But now something else
was nagging me to the point where I couldn't completely join in with the
banter.  With the end of the school year was coming up, we would have only
a few more sessions with Mr. Kissner.  He had already informed us that his
wife had planned an elaborate summer vacation for them, so he wouldn't be
around to direct the after-school center for those two months, but he would
be back to "mess around" with all of us again in September.  "So don't you
guys go finding another shit-eater to take my place while I'm away, ya
hear?" he'd jokingly added.

But while listening to Mr. Kissner, for some strange reason, I got this
sinking feeling that we would never see him again after June, that his wife
had somehow gotten wind of what was going on--maybe by actually finding
that load of boy-come he'd talked about taking home with him during our
last session--and would do everything in her power to keep him away from us
when the new school year started.

Of course this was all pure speculation, and when I shared my fears with
the guys, they pooh-poohed them, calling me a "Nervous Nellie" and saying
how there was no way Mr. Kissner wouldn't be back, no matter what his wife
tried to do; that he'd gotten too used to getting his white ass fucked and
eating our ghetto boy-shit to go elsewhere.

By the time they were done talking, I was convinced that I was indeed
worrying for nothing.  And my fears were further calmed on that final
Friday in June when, after yet another rousing, raunchy round of sucking,
fucking, piss drinking and shit eating, Mr. Kissner wished us a "glorious
summer" and added how he couldn't wait for it to end, so he could get back
to being with "my favorite boys in the whole wide world."

So I relaxed, absolutely certain that everything was fine and would
continue to go as it had gone.  After all, the reassurance had come from
Mr. Kissner himself, so what was there to worry about, right?


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