Date: Sun, 02 Jun 2002 01:24:32 -0700
From: bawdy pen <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Kid Brother--Part 2 (scat)

		    KID BROTHER--Part 2

   The next afternoon me and a couple of buddies of mine, Bill and
Scotty, were in our basement rec room shooting pool and bullshitting.
After a while Davy came down and occupied himself at the far end of
the big room with his comic books. We ignored him, as we usually do.
He's always known better than to bother us, what with being just a
little brother and all. But now I began to wonder how I could put his
new "Little Brother" status to work for us without giving the guys
the impression that I was starting to groove on queer stuff. The
opportunity arose before I could come up with anything.
   "Back in a sec, guys," announced Scotty. "Going upstairs. I gotta
take a monster crap!"
   "Hey," I stopped him. "You can use the can down here. We finally
got the pipes fixed." Bill and I returned to our pool game.
   A few minutes later Scotty came out of the bathroom, shouting,
his pants being tugged around his knees while his other hand seemed
to be trying to hold his buttcheeks apart.
   "Damn! Didn't you guys hear me callin'? There's no fuckin' toilet
paper in there. Get me some, willya! Shit, I couldn't even pull up my
fuckin' pants. Didn't want to get them all shit stained. Aw, quit
laughing, you pricks! Think you'd never seen me bareassed before."
   Chuckling, I started toward the stairs when I caught the
expression on Davy's puss. His mouth hung open and he stared wide-
eyed at Scotty's backside being pulled apart to keep the shit from
smearing around more than it already had. I stopped in my tracks and
headed back toward the guys.
   "Sorry, man. I just remembered. We're out upstairs, too," I lied.
   "Aw, what the fuck am I gonna do?"
   Before he could think of an alternative, I snapped my finger at
Davy. He came running.
   "Kid, we got a little problem here." I spun Scotty around and
bent him over.
   "HEY!" he cried.
   "Hold still, bud. Davy, kneel right down there so you can see
just what the problem consists of. You heard my good friend just took
a big dump, and seems he wants to get rid of all that nasty stuff
that's left over before it dries up and gets crusty." Bill was
curiously stunned and Scotty was looking back over his shoulder
wondering what was going on and blushing all over. I couldn't imagine
why. You'd think he'd never bent over with his pants down to his
ankles before, while a bunch of guys studied the shit surrounding his
asshole! Quickly, I snapped my fingers again.
   "LICK IT FOR HIM!" I barked. "Get your tongue in there and lick
his asshole clean!" Before Scotty could move, I grabbed him around
the waist, then the hips, until I was finally holding his ass open.
   "That's it, kid! Run that tongue up and down. Get every scrap of
it. Make that shithole sparkle." Needless to say, the guys weren't
exactly calm about what was happening. Bill was screaming something
about how could I make my brother do such a thing. Scotty was trying
to squirm loose 'til I slapped him hard on the butt. He seemed to
pull away from the lapping tongue then kinda pushed back onto it.
   "Hold still!" I wacked him again. "Davy doesn't mind doing a
favor for a friend of mine. Do ya, kid?"
   "Nope. Honest, Scotty, I don't mind. Ever since I did it to Toms
I've found out that I really like cleanin' assholes. You got a nice
one, Scotty."
   "Tell him how nice it is later, kid. Here, dig inside and scoop
the shit out with your tongue. That's it. Now get every bit offa his
lips. Pull that hole right into your mouth and suck on it!"
   Bill had finally shut up and had even moved closer to get a good
look at what was certainly an unbelievable sight. I don't even think
he was aware of the huge boner snaking down his leg. Scott was
quietly moaning from the rim job.
   "What do you think, Bill?" I looked at him. "Looks like it was a
waste of time Scotty going to the toilet. Hell, he coulda just bent
over and shot his turd right in the kid's mouth. You'd eat his turd,
wouldn't you, Davy?"
   "Gee, I don't think I could do that, Toms! A whole turd! I guess
I just like lickin' it."
   He was about to dive back up Scotty's hole when I motioned him
back. Quickly, I eased two fingers up Scotty's rearend. He flinched,
but Davy had loosened it up real good. I fingered around inside,
amazed at what I was doing, but determined to carry this as far as I
could. Their shock was just too delicious. I mean, think about it...
it had to be. Why would I have my fingers rummaging around inside
another guy's butthole playing with his shit?
   "There's more to this job than we thought, little brother.
There's a whole bunch more in here. Come close. Now lick my fingers
while I get ya some. Yeah! Be sure to get in between them. That's a
good kid. We're gettin' it now."
   I dug in deep and collected enough to cover my fingers good with
lots of Scotty's sticky shit. I pulled the shit-coated fingers out
and stuck them in Davy's face.
   "EAT IT!" I ordered, unnecessarily. The boy was already holding
my hand and lewdly licking up and down and between the digits, then
plunged them into his mouth and happily sucked the shit off of them.
He was voracious! I think that's the word. I noticed Bill feeling
himself up. He quickly stopped when he saw I'd noticed. I smiled and
said, "There's lots more in there, Bill, and if I know Davy he won't
be satisfied until it's cleaned out. Right, Davy?"
   "Mmm. Right, Toms! Gotta do a good job. More. I want more!"
   "Go ahead, Bill," I suggested, catching the lascivious look in
his eyes. "Drill right into Scott's shithole. We'll go in relays. One
of us collects while the other feeds Davy. go ahead."
   Tentatively, he fingered the slimy hole 'til Scotty looked back
at him.
   "Do it, man. Aw fuck, that's right. Fuckin' fingers feel
righteous playing around in there. Really dig in deep, man. Scoop the
shit right outta my dirty hole. This is so outrageous!"
   "Oh, man!" exclaimed Bill. "Fuck! I'm playing around with his
warm shit! I can feel my fingers sliding around in it. I didn't know
being perverted could be so much fun! I got a couple fingers full. Is
your queer little shit-eatin' kid brother ready?"
   "That's the spirit!" I cheered. "Yeah, my queer little shit-
eatin' kid brother's ready to lick some more. Just remember, Davy
gets talked to any way we like. But only between the three of us.
Understand? Now pull 'em out!"
   Bill excitedly dug a little more, working his fingers around in a
big, deep circle. Then he triumphantly yanked them out and thrust his
fully caked fingers into Davy's begging mouth. Just as he reached
Davy's lips I could see that his fingers were holding a fair-sized
chunk of Scott's next turd. He must have reached deep enough to come
across it and break off a piece.
   "Gotcha something special, Davy," Bill said sarcastically. "Not
the leftovers. Here's a nice big bite of the real thing. Pulled it
right offta the end of his turd. Real meaty! Let's see you eat it."
   Davy looked up at Bill like a demonic, lewd suck slave, and
slowly covered the fingers down to Bill's palm, then just as slowly
wrapped his lips around them like a tight little asshole and pulled
the turdball from them, his tongue slipping between them to wrap
around the morsel. Bill knelt down next to Davy as we all watched
intently as the boy savored the offering.
   "WOW!" stared Bill. "You really like that, don't you?"
   Davy stared back as he made a show of chewing Scotty's turdlet
lovingly then swallowing it right down. Would you believe then he
actually burped?!
   "Gee, that was great!" Davy suddenly brightened from his trance.
   "Would you like to do the same with Bill tomorrow, Davy?" I
asked, all innocence.
   "Could I Bill? That's be swell!"
   "Damn straight, kid." Bill was suddenly uncharacteristically
macho. "But none of this mamby-pamby finger-scooping. I'll let you
take it like a man should..straight from the source."
   Like a man should? What the FUCK was he talkin' about? Was there
something about my friend I didn't know? Or had this whole experience
fevered his brain?
   "WOW!" Davy cried. "I can't wait. Would you...uh...just to carry
me through. Would you just let me smell your asshole, Bill? Just to
give me something to dream about?"
   "Sure, kid." He dropped his pants and pushed his sweaty butt in
Davy's face. "Don't touch, now. Get a few big whiffs just to get an
idea how my turd's gonna smell." Davy breathed deeply, humming to
show his approval.
   That done, I had Davy finish cleaning Scotty's anus then we let
the kid treat us to slow lingering blowjobs, excited at watching him
milk big creamy loads out of each other's throbbing pricks. Then I
ordered him upstairs so we could talk. But first I knelt on the sofa
and stuck my ass out.
   "Hey! Come back here. Don't forget your daily duty, little
brother."
   "Oh, right. Shucks, Toms, I wouldn't forget my favorite job. I
figured maybe I should wait til you tell me you're ready for a
cleaning. I sure don't want to be a pest."
   "Now's the time. At least for my sweaty crack and the outside of
my hole. You can eat me out real good later tonight after my balls
have produced more creamy dessert for you." Having shot a big load, I
wasn't really in the mood. I just didn't want this session to end
without having the guys watch the kid gladly pay honor to his big
brother's shithole. The deal with Scotty was too perfect a chance to
pass up, but I wanted them all to realize that his first duty was to
me! As it was, he kinda embarrassed me again. This time in front of
my buddies.
   "Fer chrissakes! Will ya quit smellin' around and lick!"
   "OK, Toms. It's just kinda funny, that's all."
   "Hunh? Whatta you saying? I got a funny lookin' asshole?"
   "Naw. It's sorta cute. It's just funny how your butthole alone
smells ron...uh what's that word? Oh yeah! How your hole smells
raunchier than a whole finger-full of Scotty's stuff!"
   Bill and Scotty burst out laughing, and I smacked him across the
face, sending him sprawling. "Just for that crack, tonight you sleep
with me, under the covers, with your nose stuffed up my asscrack the
whole night long, smellin' my farts! See how ya like that you little
creep!"
   "Gee, Toms," he pleaded, "I'll like that just fine. I didn't mean
it was bad or nothin' like that." Rubbing his sore cheek, his voice
became kinda dreamy sounding. "I think it smells just wonderful! I'm
glad it's so strong cause that means you'll be needin' a cleaning
more often. Makes me excited about tasting what's inside."
   "Sorry, kid. I thought you were making fun of me."
   "Toms? Uh, do you think it would be alright if I did...you
know...with Bill some other day? I mean, I really want to, honest
Bill! Gee, I've been thinking about a lot of guys I know I'd sure
like to suck turds outta. But to get a big fat turd shittin' right in
my mouth while I watch it coming out...and then to EAT it all...well,
I'm pretty sure I'm gonna like doing it...I mean there's no reason
why I shouldn't enjoy it, is there? I just wish you'd be the first,
Toms. Cause I'm sure I'd really like it then! I get boners all day
long just thinking you probably got the juiciest turds in the whole
world! And since it will probably be stinky as all-get-out, I'll be
able to eat anybody's after yours!"
   Even after what had already taken place, Bill and Scotty...and
myself as well...were freaked out at the acceptance and enthusiasm he
seemed to show. I also began to wonder if I was losing--or even ever
had--a position of dominance over the kid. If I ever did I could see
it slipping away fast. You can't make a slave of the willing, I've
heard somewhere.
   I stood up and walked over to him. He smiled up with a silly
little grin, and it was then I discovered my edge. I HAD HIM. The
dumb cocksucker was in love with me! He really would do anything I
asked. How could I have even doubted? From the moment his lips first
pasted that kiss on the fat knob of my pecker, to a few minutes ago
when he'd obediently gobbled up my buddy's shit from my finger (shit
I'd gone in and gotten myself), he never lost his trust in me. Dumb
son-of-a-bitch! I mean that's really DUMB! Probably has convinced
himself that stinky butt goop really tastes good just because I gave
him his first little taste when he rimmed me out. Hmmm. Actually,
that was his idea. No matter. I told him to dig his tongue in deep.
Now I'm confused. Wasn't it really what his tongue was already doing
that gave me the idea what orders to bark? Fuck it. Time to take
command right now, however it happened.
   "Juiciest in the world, hunh, kid?" I flicked a lock of hair from
his forehead. "I'm hardly the first, in a way, what with Carleton
boltin' that big black monster for ya, and you just gobbled up what
had to be about half of one of Scotty's good-sized turds. But you're
right. I'd already made up my mind and was gonna tell you guys
tomorrow. MINE will be the first--rolled into a firm but very, very
juicy mouth-watering sausage steam-heated right in my personal oven--
to ever slide squishily direct from scalding rectum to your starving,
begging lips! You're gonna love it, little brother. I swear!" I shook
my ass around seductively. "I'm cookin' it right now. Right up inside
my ass. Just for you!"
   I reached down with both hands and held his face gently.
   "Tomorrow you're gonna have the sweetest, most delicious meal of
your life. Oh, you'll eat other guys' turds in the future...lots of
'em, I promise. But you'll always remember the glorious sight of my
asshole...the one you LOVE to suck on...opening right up and present-
ing you with the most luscious, steamy, big brown turd just for you
alone, beckoning you to lick all over it as much as you want before
you go into a wonderful oblivion from your first tender bite until
you have chewed and savored the many different flavors and been
totally intoxicated with the magnificent aroma filling your nostrils
as you lunch from my generous bowels. As the rectal doors slowly
close I'm sure you'll wish to show your admiration and gratitude for
your splendid meal by licking your plate, tenderly digging your
tongue in and around every crease, into every valley and plateau of
my rubbery anus. You'll be so satisfied, and quickly realize that it
was a perfect portion. You'll have no desire to claw inside for more
and yet you'll remember that the last bite was probably the tastiest.
It will doubtless be the freshest! Then like a gentleman, you'll
calmly lick any residue from my anus, thank me gratefully and I'll
congratule you on a job well done. Then as a courtesy to you, I'll
put my dick in your mouth and allow you to drink all my piss to wash
down all my shit."
   "WOW!" all three exclaimed, mesmerized.
   "BUT! First you little peckerhead, get this straight. You can't
go around home or at school offering yourself as a toilet boy. No
hanging around the gym latrine going up to every guy reaching for the
toilet paper and offering your mouth as a more thorough substitute.
Or going into restrooms and scooting face-up under the partition
begging guys to sit down on your face so you can gobble up that last
clump hanging outta their assholes. You'll get plenty. But I'll tell
you whose cock to blow, whose ballsweat you can lap up, and which
assholes to suck on. And especially this: NO turd touches your lips
...except if you wanna eat your own...unless I'm there. No, wait.
Even if it's your own. Hmmm. That's an interesting thought. You got
it?"
   "Anything you say, Toms. Anything! Golly, I must have shot in my
pants listening to you. I'd better go change now."
   As I turned back to the guys, Scotty was glaring at me. "Holy
shit, Tom! What a sonofabitch you are! A real golden-tongued foul-
mouthed wizard. Just for a moment there you actually had me believing
that perhaps your ass was full of sweet chocolate turds that any of
us commoners would be privileged to have you squat and grunt til you
dropped a precious lump into our cupped hands. The kid sure bought
it. Time you told us what the hell is going on. We're getting awful
queer around here. Shit! You guys had your fingers up my ass!" As if
that were the strangest thing that had happened!
   "Yeah, and you were begging for more, remember?" accused Bill.
"But he's right, Tom. Blowjobs and everything. Smells like shit in
here. Funny, I hardly noticed it til now. I'm getting dressed. And
who the hell is Carelton?!"
   I filled them in on everything from the beginning, impressing
upon them that Davy was MY suck-boy, though I was willing to share
his services with my two best buddies on occasion. I explained about
trying to come up with some scheme to make the kid's talents pay.
   "You might be able to rent him out as a cocksucker," suggested
Scotty. "Especially with the high school kids. They've always got a
bone on and don't get it nearly as often as they'd like. But you're
not gonna get much call for a shit-eater! I mean today was quite an
experience, I'll admit that, but it was just so shocking, you know?
Where you gonna locate sickos that want to take a dump in a kid's
mouth?"
   Bill and I both coughed, feeling a little guilty I guess, when he
mentioned sickos.
   "Yeah, I know," I admitted. "I wasn't expecting this turn of
events...and so fast. One uninhibited kid, isn't he? Okay, I know,
that's understating it. So he's a sick little pervert who doesn't
know any better. What the fuck, he seems to enjoy it all...why not
make some bucks with it? I'll treat him right. Make sure no one hurts
him. Start out by selling blowjobs, like you said. Then maybe after
he gets a regular bunch of customers, we can have a show for them at
maybe fifty bucks a toss. Promise them the raunchiest thing they've
ever seen! Have all these guys on folding chairs playing with their
meat while the kid's up on a platform or something sucking and
fucking with some dude, then have the guy excuse himself right in the
middle of the show because he has to go take a crap. Then Davy could
pipe up, saying he wants to watch! The guy hesitates, but Davy begs
him. They'll hoot and holler with disgust, but I'll bet nobody leaves
their seat. Then the guys says OK and calls Davy names and makes him
get on his knees while he bends over and orders him to eat his ass
out. Then when he's ready, he makes Davy lie on the floor and squats
over his face and shits right on it! Davy'll surprise everyone by
licking the guy's big turd while it comes out, then sucking on the
end of it! What do you think?"
   "SICK!" cried Bill. "You'll make a million if you travel from
town to town, but those guys aren't gonna want to stick their dick in
his mouth anymore after seeing that! What you need to do is somehow
locate some rich perverts willing to shell out mucho bucks for a
night with a kid like that. But not sadists. Guys into shit like Davy
is. Willing to eat and get eaten. I'll bet there's a few really jaded
fags that have done it all and would just love to have a teenager
shit in their mouth while he's licking their own smelly hole. We're
talking a hundred, maybe two hundred bucks a pop. Or should I say
poop?!" He laughed.
   "Besides," pointed out Scotty, "where you gonna get a guy to do
that on your little stage in front of all those rowdy boys?"
   "Yeah," Bill agreed. "Could be a nasty scene."
   "Hell, I'll do it myself!" I announced bravely.
   "Hah, in this burg? They'll get their rocks off, then run you
both out of town."
   "Maybe you're right," I relented. "I guess your other idea is
better."
   "Yeah. Stick with the blowjobs. By the way, what did Davy ever do
with the paperboy's turd? Did you actually see him flush it? I
wonder!"
   "You don't think..." I started to wonder myself.
   "Like maybe he wrapped it up and saved it for later!" laughed
Scotty. "Something to munch on while watching Sesame Street?"
   "Aw, cool it, asshole!" I warned. "That's my little brother
you're talking about. Besides, I think he only likes it fresh from
the source!" I laughed too. "You guys will be here tomorrow, right?"
   They both nodded, a bit reluctantly. Perhaps too reluctantly.
Like it was maybe a show for my--and each other's--benefit.
   "Yeah, I guess," agreed Bill. "After that little threat I made
when I was so hot, I can't just not show. Besides, I kinda want to
see if you'll really do it. Damn! Right in your brother's mouth?!
Yessir, this I gotta see!"
   "Me too!" promised Scotty. "I didn't have a good seat for the
last show."
   "Your seat was the last show," I chuckled.
   "Looked to me like Davy thought you had a really fine seat!"
laughed Bill. "He spend enough time licking your seat!"
   The next morning I woke with a rigid boner and was tempted to
call Davy in. Then I decided to save it for the festivities. I
thought this was best because I could feel pangs of stage fright
creeping up on me and figured it'd be best if I was as horny as
possible. So I put it out of my mind and sat on the toilet for the
usual. I pissed away my hardon then almost fucked up the whole
afternoon. I started to automatically take my morning shit! Fuck, my
old shit tunnel was yawning wide and contented when I realized what I
was doing. Carefully, I reached back and sure enough, that old turd
was already at the gate. Squeezing my muscles, I lifted off the seat
and with three fingers, slowly pushed it way back inside, then
squeezed real hard to push it back up my rectum. Whew! I only hoped
I'd be able to hold off til then.
   "Ready for the big day, Davy?" I asked after we had assembled in
the basement.
   "Gee, Toms," he hedged. "I'm not so sure about this. I mean
eatin' the whole thing and all."
   "Hey! You're not backing out now, are you little brother?"
   "Well, no. Not if you really want me to do it. I'm just not in
the mood, I guess."
   "Don't worry 'bout that. We'll get you in the mood. How would you
like to get your tongue warmed up by licking all over our big cocks?
We need some warming up too, you know. Hell, once you clean all the
sweat off of our balls and get a good whiff of our buttholes you'll
be begging for it. Here, sit right down and," I grabbed Scotty and
pulled him over to stand in front of Davy, then quickly yanked
Scotty's shorts and jock down, "...suck on this!" I must have been
very anxious to get going because I actually grabbed Scotty's floppy
prick and aimed it at Davy's mouth!
   "Hey!" cried Scotty. "I can do it. Get your mitts off my dick!
Unless you plan on helping your brother take care of it!"
   "Sorry," I blushed. Then I got a little angry at his insinuation.
"Oh, you don't mind Davy doing what he wants with it, but..." then I
shut my mouth, realizing I was only making my situation worse. What
the hell was I feeling so bent out of shape for? "Guess I'm just
over-anxious."
   "Aw, Tom, I was only kiddin'! Hell, I don't mind. You've already
had half your hand up my ass! Besides," he cooed teasingly, "you got
a real nice touch there!" I was ready to smack him one when he turned
abruptly. "Oooh, yeah. Suck it up, Davy!"
   Bill stepped up to the other side and whipped out his prick and
started to rub it over Davy's cheek while he watched Scotty getting
sucked off. After dropping my shorts, I squeezed between the kid's
legs and suggested he try licking all three of our dicks at the same
time. We pressed closer, jamming our hard boners at the boy.
   "Gee, fellas," he whined, "maybe we should do this some other
time."
   Not on his life! We were ready to be blown and he was the only
cocksucker in the room. Besides, a slight look of his gave me the
idea he had something on his mind. Like he wanted to be coaxed or
something. This was going off without a hitch if I had anything to do
with it. If encouragement was what he wanted, then encouragement was
what he'd get. "Whip your dick out, Davy!" I barked.
   "My hands are full, Toms!" He kinda smiled up at me.
   "Come on, guys," I pleaded. "We gotta get the kid hot. All
together now, pull his shorts off and we all three play with his cock
and nuts til he's slobbering all over our tools. It ain't queer if we
all do it at once. I got a big fat turd up my ass and there's only
one place I want to dump it!"
   Davy was already shirtless. Bill and Scotty slipped his shorts to
his knees while I held his legs up and pulled them over his feet. His
big thumper smacked back hard onto his stomach. Hell, he was feeling
just fine! The little bastard was only trying to even things out a
bit for his own pleasure. I let him get away with it this once.
   "Damn!" gasped Bill, "will you LOOK at that monster!" Quick as a
flash, three hetero fists were soon using all their expert experience
in jacking a hot boner! Moaning contentedly, Davy pulled us closer by
the nuts and rapidly moved from one to the other to the other,
licking and slurping all over our bouncing dicks. This continued for
quite some time, until I was afraid we were getting too excited.
Bill, I noticed, was massaging the kid's balls with four fingers. I
didn't say anything, but I was fairly sure the fifth finger must be
fluttering around Davy's butthole!
   "Nobody come!" I warned. "Feed him your balls now and don't let
him come either. Sweat lickin' time, Davy. Clean off our hot balls,
baby, that's where all that good juice is packed away." We jammed in
even closer, pulling the boy's face into our crotches, holding up
three large sacks of smelly testicles for my brother's lapping
pleasure. Our stiff rods were oozing precum over his cheeks and
forehead, but the boy loved it! Watching him go at it, I kinda
wondered--just for a second mind you--what it would be like licking
on three guys' hot smelly nuts at once. I quickly put the thought out
of my mind, but not before having a weird, disturbing flash. That if
I was with three hot guys that I didn't know and would never see
again in my life...that I'd get down on my knees and try it myself!
Just horny, I decided, but noticed that my grip on Davy's pud had
become a little too...well, lovingly sensual! So I let up, but Davy
looked at me just as my face must have been registering guilt. Fuck!
   "Oh, man!" moaned Scotty just then. "I can smell our balls all
the way up here. We smell like a locker full of moist jockstraps
after a game!"
   Bill tapped me on the shoulder and, as I turned toward him, stuck
his finger under my nose. "Here, buddy, smell this quick!" I was
still pondering Davy's glance and automatically did what he said,
taking a big whiff.
   "Nice," I agreed, "what...?" Bill started laughing and rubbing
his finger over my nose and lips. "Hey, you cunt!"
   "Whatsa matter, Tom?" He was really cracking up. "With all the
pussy you say you've eaten, surely you've gotten used to the
fragrance of butthole near your nose. Can't be much different than a
chick's."
   I reached down into Davy's crack and poked inside a little ways.
Then I stuck it up to Bill's nose.
   "Here, see how you like it, prick! Smell my brother's asshole
yourself."
   Defiantly, he smiled and moved his nose around in circles above
my offered finger. "Mmm, pretty nice, Tom!" Getting into the humor of
it all, Scotty got into the act.
   "Gimme a whiff, Tom. Damn, that's sure a sweet butthole your kid
brother's got!" Yeah? I stuck it in his mouth before he knew what was
happening. He started to sputter, then not letting me have the final
laugh (and having already inadvertently cleaned it), he smirked at me
and sucked on the end of my finger. It was my turn to laugh.
   "We better watch it, guys. We're gonna be doing things we never
thought of if this keeps up!" We all laughed, then Davy spoke up.
   "Can I smell?" Scotty took a turn and played around down in
Davy's hole then let him try it. "Mmm, that's good!"
   "And he really means it!" I chuckled. "Look, his eyes are getting
all glassy."
   "Hell, I meant it too," admitted Scotty. "WHOOPS!" Then to get
out of it he turned around. "How 'bout a rim job, Davy? Wanna smell
and suck on my butt for a while?"
   "Sure, Scotty!" replied the kid, enthusiastically. He rapidly ran
his long tongue up and down my buddy's asscrack, unashamedly washing
his backside with glee. Scott spread his legs further apart and held
his cheeks open, gasping at the pleasure of having the boy's face
down there licking and digging into his shithole again.
   "Yeah," I encouraged, "do us all. Work that hungry shit-licker of
yours in there. Probe deep, now. Eat out my buddy's asshole! You love
the taste of his shit. Wait'll you taste mine! But do Bill next. I
don't dare bend over until you're ready for a special delivery. I
been holdin' it in all day. Here, Bill, scoot over closer. Now, Davy,
work on this one. WHEW! Damn, Bill. Close those cheeks again. Didn't
wipe, hunh? What the fuck. Get back over here. I'll hold 'em open
myself. It's gonna get a lot smellier in here before the day's over.
Heck, smells worse than it looks. Here's an appetizer for you, boy!
Cheeks're clean. Go right in there and suck the crust offa that brown
wrinkled thing in the middle. That's what's left over from Bill's
morning shit! Get it while it's...hungry little bastard, aren't
ya?!" Davy was already smooching Bill's whole anus right into his
mouth.
   A few minutes of this and I started getting antsy. Scotty had
knelt down and was jacking Davy's big boner slowly.
   "Will you look at all the cream that keeps flowing outta this
thing!" he remarked, wondrously. Davy's cock was literally dripping
with pre-cum. And Scotty's hand was drenched with it as he slipped up
and down the gooey shaft.
   "AW, FUCKIT!" he groaned. "I don't care what you guys think. I'm
not queer but I'm gonna SUCK this hot prick!"
   Bill and I stared in amazement, and even Davy pulled his face out
of Bill's ass, as Scotty started lapping up the cream from Davy's
throbbing shaft! Then he plunged down on it, taking about half into
his mouth. He pulled off and, licking his lips, he stared at the
boy's big dick. He looked up, an expression of delight on his face,
and sucked it back in. Davy ran his hands gently through Scotty's
blond hair, and started moaning and tensing his body. Quickly, I
leaned over to Davy's ear.
   "Don't shoot, kid. You want my goodies, doncha? You won't do it
if you come."
   "I can come again real soon, Toms. I gotta cum! If I don't I'll
shoot just as soon as I see your hole open. If I come, then I can
enjoy it more. Don't worry, I want it more than anything, big
brother. I'm gonna lick your turd all over! Every inch! Then I'm
gonna EAT IT. Aww, Scotty! SUCKIT!"
   Bill and I were pounding our puds as we saw Scotty's cheeks puff
out as his cocksucking mouth was filled to capacity with Davy's huge
virgin load. He didn't lose a drop, sucking and swallowing like a
veteran blow-boy. He had to use both hands on the pulsing shaft, and
between moans he started thrusting his hips up and down. I got the
idea and dropped down and started to jack his throbbing cock
furiously. What the hell, I thought, gotta help a buddy out. His
prick was so hard, like iron, yet so smooth and exciting.
   "DAMN DAMN DAMN!" Squeezing my butt tightly, I bent over and
engulfed his shooting pole as he flopped back onto the couch. The
first blast was all over the side of my face, but every spurt after
that was greedily slurped down by yours truly! Honest, I just
couldn't help myself. And to top it off, the slimy stuff was fuckin'
delicious! I raised up on my knees and Scotty and I looked at each
other in bewilderment. Then we laughed, pointing at each other's cum-
dripping lips. Quickly, I whispered something to him, then rose and
walked over to Bill--my hard cock bouncing around threateningly.
   Calmly, but forcefully, I approached Bill. "SUCK IT! Put your
mouth on my cock and suck me off! Drink my cum, Bill!" It wasn't a
suggestion...it was an order.
   "Oh, no." He started backing away. "NOT ME! I ain't sucking no
cock!"
   "It's the only way," I explained. "Cause Scott and I aren't
letting you leave here until you do." He knew we meant business when
Scotty came up on him from the other side.
   "Well...alright," he agreed, almost in a whisper.
   "WHAT?" I demanded.
   "I SAID OK, BUTTHOLE! I guess it's only fair...somehow. But who's
gonna blow me?"
   "ME!" Davy quickly offered. He knelt on the floor and sucked in
Bill's big cock.
   I thought sure we'd have a bigger fight on our hands, but he
wasn't immune to all the excitement, and knew he was with friends.
   "Wow, what a hot mouth, Bill. Suck on that muther! That's it,
yeah! Oh, get ready, pal. Soon, soon, here it comes. AW GOOD! BLOW
ME! JEEZ, WHAT A COCK­-SUCKER. UUH, AHH! DRINK MY BABY BATTER. SUCK IT
ALL DOWN! Whew, man that was good, Billy. You can stop now." Even he
laughed at that, wiping his dribbling lips.
   "God! I don't believe we did that!" sputtered Scotty.
   "Good, wasn't it?" gushed Davy, running his tongue over his lips
to catch the remnants of Bill's sticky sperm.
   "Well...uh...I guess it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be,"
said Scotty.
   "Fuck! The way you swallowed my brother's cock you looked like
you were expectin' the sweetest drink in the world. Face it, Scott,
you loved it."
   "Yeah, hell, I guess I did. You sure gobbled my goober right
down, Tom. How'd I taste?"
   "Shit, guy," I admitted, "you didn't see me spittin' nothing out,
didja? Guess all three of us kinda got really hot. If I'da known it
would so easy I'da had you boys down on your knees long ago!"
   "Cut the crapola, Tom," laughed Bill. "Play bigshot with your
brother, dicklick, cause your cum-drinking days aren't over by a long
shot!"
   "Leastways not til I blow you and Scotty blows both of us," I
responded. "Gotta even it up. Guess it ain't so bad helping a buddy
out once in a while. Besides, what we did was sorta normal
considering what's coming up next!"

(To be continued)