Date: Tue, 04 Jun 2002 16:47:10 -0700
From: bawdy pen <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: KID BROTHER--Part 3 (scat)

		    KID BROTHER--Part 3

   A quick smoke and a Pepsi, and Davy was back on his stool. I half
bent over and backed my butt up to his face. "Suck my smelly hole,
kid, and open wide. I'm gonna fill it up real quick. Show my buds how
badly you want to eat your big brother's yummy turd!"
   "Yeah!" they cried in unison. "Go for it!" Bill encouraged. We
were all on the rail again, stroking our big cocks, huddled close
together. I looked back over each shoulder seeing the guys watching
intently, and I must say, with obvious enthusiasm at what I was about
to do. They were getting off on it! Whatever inner inhibitions I
still held inside quickly vanished and I began to rotate my asshole
lewdly over Davy's mouth. I looked down between my legs and noticed
Davy rapidly jacking his long, stiff pecker. I reached back and held
my cheeks open, then concentrated on trying to empty myself slowly
enough for a good show.
   "Oh, WOW, Toms!" screamed Davy. "It's opening up! I can't see it
yet, but I can sure smell it! Oh, gee, it smells so good, Toms. Push
a little so I can lick it when it pokes out! I want to lick it a lot
before I eat it."
   "Oh, man, here it comes, Davy," warned Scotty as he helped to
wrench my butt apart. "Lick it, kid! Oh, man, I never seen nothing
like it. Never actually saw somebody shit up close before. Kinda
weird. Aw, fuck, the kid's lickin' it. Jeez, lickin' all over his
turd!"
   I could feel sensations never before imagined. A hot tongue
lapping at my shithole while I completely relaxed and shot my nasty
chocolate bar out for the world to see. I could feel Davy's hand
gently applying pressure to keep it from bolting. I stayed relaxed
and felt that turd hanging out of my ass, kinda suspended there. When
he wanted a fresh section to lick asshole juices off of, he just
allowed it to slip further out, until I couldn't control my muscles
any longer...I was gonna clamp down whether I wanted to or not.
   "EAT IT, KID!" I gasped. "Grab it and start eating. I'm...I'm
clamping down!" With a final PLOOP, the rest shot out into his hands.
   "JEZZUS!" cried Bill. "Willya look at the kid gobble that shit!
Eatin' my bud's turd! Look at that, Scotty!"
   I turned around quickly. Scotty couldn't have missed it. He was
wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open in a mixture of disgust and
amazement, jacking on his leaking pole, close enough to smell it
himself. The expression on my face soon mirrored his as I watched my
little brother bitin' and chewing as he shoveled my steamy turd into
his mouth. His eyes were glossy and he looked as though he was
munching down on a Ho Ho somebody was trying to take away from him.
He caught my eye and gave me a, shall we say, shit-eatin' grin as he
devoured the last of it and started licking his fingers clean. Then
he swiftly stood up and came around behind me and started tonguing my
asshole. I smiled at the guys, and spread my butthole obscenely,
wiggling it in Davy's face, letting him clean me real good.
   "I DID IT, TOMS. I DID IT! I liked it. Boy, that was swell. You
got real tasty turds...just like I thought. You got another one?"
   "All out, little brother. Sorry."
   "Can you guys give me some, please? I want more."
   Bill and Scotty squinched their eyebrows as if they were testing
their sphincters to see if they could shit. Both sadly shook their
head no. Davy looked disappointed, then his eyes lit up. Suddenly, he
squatted down and reached behind his back and down to his ass. Then
with a grunt, he very lewdly shitted a little turd into his hand. He
brought it around and looked at it strangely, smelled it intently,
then slobbered all over it before sucking it, and swallowing it right
down.
   His perverted display over, he grabbed his cock and pounded it to
a quick and heavy orgasm, moaning and muttering about how much he
liked eating our turds--mine and his own. I signalled the guys, who
were as ready to pop off as I was, and we grouped together, jacking
stiff boners until we shot off in the kid's face. Davy was too tired
to exert himself, but he obediently and willingly opened his mouth
and stuck his brown-stained tongue out to catch as much stud-juice as
he could.
   My first futile attempts at recruiting customers for Davy near
the high school taught me very quickly to change my approach. "Hey,
kid. Want a blowjob?" just got me sour looks and a persistent
freshman who offered to make it mutual.
   "No, man, not me. My kid brother. Now get your hands off my
crotch, willya."
   "Hmmm, is he as cute as you?"
   "Uh...cuter! Cost you twenty bucks."
   "Twenty dollars? Get outta here. I don't have to pay for it!"
   After a week of getting nowhere, Scotty and I were in the park
discussing it when we went into the head to take a piss. The place
was almost deserted, except for one guy in the last stall. Scott
didn't realize he was there, and just continued rattling on.
   "...like I said, Tom. You're never gonna find guys in high school
who like to eat shit like your little brother. You gotta find some
jaded older fags with dough."
   "Sssh!" I pointed back behind us. But he missed my warning.
   "MAN! The way that kid gobbled down your turd...unbelievable!" I
jabbed him in the ribs just as the guy came out of the stall. He
stared at us, especially me, with an amused, bewildered smirk. I was
so embarrassed! We just looked ahead and quietly finished peeing.
"Sorry..." muttered Scotty.
   I could feel the guy come up behind us and clear his throat. I
knew he had heard but we tried to be casual as if nothing out of the
ordinary had even been said. Finally, I slowly turned to see if he
had left. He just stood there smiling. I gave him a hard glare and
said, "Say, asshole, you dig watching guys taking a piss, or what?"
   "Well...ah..." he spoke, just a little put off by my challenging
attitude. I can be nasty when I want to. But usually not with
cocksuckers, unless it's some creep who won't take no for an answer.
Lord knows I've had my share of blowjobs right in that very restroom.
Now this guy was no creep. Actually he was a pleasant-looking man in
his thirties. It was just that I was being defensive.
   "I was just wondering," he continued cautiously, "does your
little brother really do...you know...what he said? Cause if he..."
   "FUCK NO," I cut him off. "I don't even know what you're talking
about. I don't even have a brother!"
   "Oh, sorry. But then why did you say no if you don't know what
I'm referring to? You see..."
   "BUZZ OFF!" I yelled. Scotty was tapping me on the shoulder
rapidly.
   The guy started to walk off, but just then Scotty seemed anxious
and blurted out "Hey, mister, uh...what if it's true?"
   The guy turned around and his eyes lit up. I quickly put my hand
over my friend's mouth but he yanked it away.
   "I seen him do it. He loves it! He ate us both!" I was ready to
slug him. He promised never to betray that confidence. "You
interested?" Then I saw what he was up to. I looked at the guy and he
was smiling and slowly nodding his head up and down. Scott had
grasped the situation quickly. I was too unnerved to see it.
   "To answer your other question first, yes, I do enjoy watching
guys piss. Especially in my mouth! But I get really fuckin' hot
watching a young guy take a BIG HEALTHY SHIT!"
   "In your mouth?!" I asked, still a little sarcastic. "That why
you hang around crappers? Peeking under the partitions so you can
smell and watch guys plopping their turds?"
   "No," he chuckled, not even a little put off by my put-down.
"Say, why don't we go outside and discuss this on one of the benches?
You see, I brought my young son to the park today. He'll be looking
for me."
   "Sure," said Scotty. Then to me, "This might be just the guy
you're looking for, Tom. Let's see what he's got to say." I agreed
and we left the restroom.
   We sat on a bench out of earshot of anyone else and the man
seemed quite relaxed in discussing his depravities.
   "To answer your other question, only one boy has ever shit right
into my mouth. But please, tell me about your brother. How old is he?
What does he do, exactly?"
   Even though I was more relaxed by now because of the guy's easy-
going attitude, I found it hard describing Davy's filthy habits.
Scott took over. He seemed to get a charge out of telling our story.
I watched him excitedly describe the day he came out of the basement
toilet.
   "...an' he orders his brother to get right down and lick my hole
clean! I didn't know whether to shit or go blind!" he chuckled, "and
when they started scooping it out for the kid to eat off their
fingers...I mean I never did anything so nasty before that...then I
actually sucked his cock...it's BIG...and Tom sucked me...and Davy
sucked Bill...licked all over that turd...shit in his own hand..." He
must have related everything in the space of two minutes! He finally
stopped, out of breath, just when a young kid about 14 came running
up with a basketball. He plopped down on the bench next to the man.
He was a cute little bugger, kinda skinny but rosey-cheeked and all
smiles.
   "Fellas, this is my son, Andy. Oh, and my name's Mark."
Obviously, the talk was over. I started to get up and suggest we
exchange phone numbers so we could continue our conversation at some
other time, but Mark just motioned me back down and put his arm
around Andy.
   "Son, how would you like to meet a big-dicked young man and shit
one of your pretty turds in his mouth while your old man watches?"
   We gasped in astonishment, then amazement, as he continued his
outrageous suggestions to the boy. "Tom's brother is a turd-lover.
Eats 'em right down!" The kid not only smiled brightly, but sprung a
boner that shot directly out of the side of his shorts! He didn't
even put it away...just placed the basketball on his knee to keep it
from the view of anyone but us!
   "SURE!" Andy replied, enthusiastically. "Can I get to watch you
suck his turd out too, Dad?"
   "If you'd like. Why not? You can see everything while you blow
his big dick."
   Then they both looked at us with our mouths hanging open.
   Mark laughed. "I mentioned earlier about one boy...I've been
rimming Andy since he was born, and eating his delicious turds for a
couple of years now. He's a fine little cocksucker. Takes it up the
ass like a Hollywood whore, too!"
   "I lick Dad's turds sometimes, too! But mostly I like it when we
piss in each other's mouth at the same time. I like piss!" he said,
fingering his exposed rod. "Are you gonna pay us?"
   Seeing the sudden frown on my face, the first change of
expression since they started their banter, Mark turned to Andy.
   "I think it might be the other way around this time, son. I
gather Tom's trying to drum up business to fit his brother's
proclivities. Selling his mouth, so to speak. Much like we do when we
perform for that rich man in Palm Springs. But that's alright. He
pays plenty and besides, I've always wanted to watch you perform with
another youngster. Not to mention having the opportunity to have you
witness me up close as I receive a young guy's juicy offering." Then
he turned to us.
   "Oh, I've managed to talk a few lads into performing the squat
and plop for my amusement, but only so far as to lick their assholes
clean for them afterward. Even that they found mildly disgusting, but
boys will do most anything for money. No, the real reason I've never
gone further is a pact with my son. His turd only...unless he's
present to watch."
   "It'll be great fun!" exclaimed Andy. "When can we meet Davy?"
Then he quickly added, "Don't you guys join in?"
   "Uh, no," I said quickly.
   "You never know, though," gushed Scotty, eyeing the kid's stiff
prong. "We suck a little dick now and then!"
   "ONCE!" I cried.
   "Okay. So it was only once," he admitted, looking dejected as if
I had make him admit that he wasn't as cool as Mark, Andy and Davy. I
just looked at him and shook my head in exasperation, as if accusing
him of becoming more of a fag every day. He hung his head, as he has
since the seventh grade whenever I criticize his actions. Dammit, he
was starting to forget that I was the leader and he was the follower!
It's always been that way.
   Then he got a pouty look on his mug and said, "Fuck you, Tom! I
don't care what you think. The more I look at that kid's...Andy's...
pecker sticking up like that...well, if he ever lets me, I'm gonna
suck on it! So there, big shot!"
   "Hey, hey," I tried to quieten him down. "Go ahead and blow him
if you want. What the fuck do I care?" Then something made me follow
it up with, "Hell, you can even blow me, too!"
   "So that's it!" he cried. Mark and Andy were taking in our
challenges with amusement. "You're pissed because you blew me and I
never blew you!"
   "You're crazy," I replied, dismissing him.
   "I do want to, Tom," he said quietly. "I just didn't want to act
too anxious. I was afraid of what you'd think of me."
   "Hell," I playfully punched him on the shoulder. "Let's get these
arrangements made for Davy's first clients. Watching that show will
have us climbing the walls like before. Besides, I wouldn't mind
another swipe on that pecker of yours. I told you that before."
   I had already explained to Mark about Davy's emotional
development, and asked him not to mention money in his presence,
assuring him that the dough was to be used for his special education.
Then we concocted a story we could play out to get Davy involved. On
Saturday I called Bill and told him our plans. He tried to sound
disinterested, but the catch in his voice gave him away. He arrived
in record time, out of breath. He must have run the three blocks from
his house! We three sat around reading magazines and stuff, while
Davy slyly sniffed around us, wordlessly trying to hint by playing
obvious pocket pool that he wouldn't mind being of service in some
way. I calmly looked up from my magazine.
   "Kid, why don't you leave that thing alone before you break it
off?"
   "Can I do anything for you guys?" he gushed.
   "Nope," I said, going back to reading, "we're just fine."
   "Oh," he said dejectedly, and shuffled off.
   I winked at the guys. Ten minutes later the doorbell rang. Davy
almost beat me to the door, but I opened it and welcomed Mark and
Andy. I introduced them to Bill and Scott, then Davy, explaining that
they came over for a few games of pool. I noticed that Davy couldn't
hardly take his eyes off Andy's midsection. The boy was decked out in
the shortest, tightest pair of shorts imaginable. Even the three of
us were mesmerized by the kid's sexiness. Maybe it was the tightness
or something, but I doubt any of us--with the exception of Davy--
could have displayed such a packed crotch!
   I even caught Scotty licking his lip. Hmmm. I decided right then
and there that if I used my influence over him I could make him my
second permanent source of blowjobs. Maybe even get him to lick my
butt if I tongue his dick once in a while. But that's for later.
   "Nice of you to invite us over, Tom," said Mark. "Just moving
here Andy hasn't made very many friends yet."
   Now any regular kid of 17 would either be confused or smell a
rat. After all, why would someone like me invite an older man and a
young twerp over to socialize? But Davy just smiled his stupid grin
and listened.
   We walked into the living room, Mark following Andy with a hand
on his shoulder. Then he stopped abruptly and began to sniff the air
with a sour look on his face. He sniffed to the left, then behind
him, then toward Andy. Bending over behind the boy, Mark nearly put
his nose right into Andy's asscrack, then started sniffing rapidly
and noisily. He stood up quickly with a frown and anger in his voice.
   "Dammit, boy, must you always embarrass me? Sometimes I just
don't understand you." Then to us, "You'll have to excuse us...a
little family problem. I swear, Andy, you're turning into such a
filthy boy. Well, this time I'm going to embarrass you! TURN
AROUND!" Andy turned obediently, his backside toward us, and Mark
reached around the boy's hips and swiftly yanked his shorts straight
down to his ankles, leaving his smooth little bubble butt exposed to
our gaze. He bent the boy over, spreading his buttocks open.
   "Just look at this!" We looked. "Do you believe this?" The man
stood there exposing his son's pink, innocent-looking asshole to us.
Innocent, except for the circle of brown surrounding it! "I can't
tell you the number of times I've caught the boy forgetting to wipe
his ass!"
   "Aw, Dad!" Andy cried.
   "How can you stand smelling like that?" he asked.
   "I don't know. I kinda like it!"
   "LIKE IT? Well, let me tell you. No one else appreciates it.
Nobody enjoys being around someone with a smelly asshole!" Bill,
Scott and I held our noses in agreement. Davy had already inched
closer for a better look. I caught the hesitant gleam in his eyes,
not to mention the boner tenting his pants.
   "Well," continued Mark, "we'll have to get you cleaned up. We
can't visit like this. Could we use your restroom, Tom?"
   "Sure," I agreed enthusiastically. "Right through the hallway,
then to the right."
   "Uh," Davy muttered, then stopped. Even he had the sense to
realize he couldn't volunteer to do what he wanted to the boy with
his dad present. Besides, he caught my inquiring eye and remembered
that I had to agree to any use of his services.
   "Did you say something, Davy?" I asked, slyly.
   "Uh, no, Toms. Well, I was just wondering...oh, nothing." He
looked so sad.
   "Oh, duty calls, hunh, kid?"
   "If it's okay with you, Toms!"
   "MARK!" I yelled down the hall. "Come back, you guys, before you
do anything. Davy wants to ask you something!"
   Father and son came back into the living room, Andy's shorts
removed, Mark holding a wet washcloth. "Yes, Tom? What is it? I was
just about to..."
   "Ah, mister...uh, Mark," Davy stammered. "Would it be alright if
I cleaned Andy up? I'm a...real good at it."
   "Well, a strange request, but go ahead. Here's the washcloth. The
little snot refused to do it himself."
   "Oh, I won't need that," Davy assured.
   "Well...how are you gonna do it?" Mark asked, pointedly.
   "Lick it, like I always do!" Davy knelt down. Andy, with a smile
on his face and anticipation in his expression, quickly bent over and
backed his ass into Davy's puss. Before more could be said, Davy
plunged his face between the soiled cheeks. It was obvious even Mark
was amazed at the kid's zeal. He knelt beside Davy.
   "Good golly, there, Davy. You really like licking the shit off
Andy's asshole, don't you? Let me see your tongue at work. Back off a
little. Yeah, run that licker up and down that delicious crack." The
pretense was over. "You know, we really came over here for you. All
that sweet sweaty stuff you're licking off is there for you. Andy
usually keeps his hole shitty because his Daddy is always there to
lick it off for him. I love eating his shit. I'm like you, Davy. But
today it was saved just for you."
   Mark was quickly dropping his pants to his knees, stroking a big,
dripping cock while he spoke to my stench-mouthed little brother.
Davy was listening and looking at him out of the corner of his eye.
We three watched excitedly as the others got into it as if we weren't
even there.
   "LICK THAT HOLE ON THE INSIDE, DAVY," ordered Mark. "ANDY'S GOT A
SUGAR-COATED LITTLE TURD UP THERE AND HE WANTS YOU TO EAT IT ALL
UP!!" Davy pulled away for a moment, breathless, and looked at me for
permission.
   "Do everything Mark says, Davy, EVERYTHING! It's okay."
   Mark stripped off all his clothes, his ramrod swinging stiff
before him. He pushed Andy to his hands and knees, then straddled his
ass. Davy now had two buttholes to pleasure. One nearly licked clean,
the other only inches above the first. More mature, a little hairy,
slightly cleaner, but pungent nonetheless. Mark moved his legs more
toward Andy's shoulders, then thrust his gaping hole back to Davy's
mouth.
   "RIM MY BABY BOY, DAVY, WHILE YOU SMELL HIS DADDY'S SHITHOLE! NOW
RUB YOUR NOSE ALL OVER MY ASSHOLE. RUB YOUR WHOLE FACE IN THERE. Get
my smell all over your lips. Andy'll love it when he kisses you. He
loves smelling his Daddy's shit. Ah, yes. LICK ME OUT! That's it.
SUCK ON MY SMELLY HOLE! GONNA EAT MY BABY'S TURD? YOU'RE GONNA EAT
HIS DADDY'S TURD, TOO. I'M GONNA SHIT A BIG ONE INTO YOUR MOUTH. YOU
GOT THE ASS SUCKIN' LIPS TO REALLY CLEAN OUT A GUY'S RECTUM! MAN,
WHAT A HOT LITTLE TURDBOY YOU ARE! Stop, stop, or I'll shit!" He
raised up and turned.
   As if finally realizing our presence for the first time, he
encouraged us onlookers.
   "Come on, you guys, quit playing with yourselves and strip. Let's
get some cock-sucking going here. Tom, go stick that in Andy's mouth.
Let him get used to it, then you can cram it right down his throat.
He loves it. Make him clean your balls first. Either one of you guys
can come over here and feed me. They're both juicy!"
   Bill and Scotty were both on the rail and ready. Scott motioned
to Bill to take Mark up on his offer. Bill started forward, then
looked quizically at Scott. "You don't want a blowjob? You crazy?"
   "Crazy? Maybe, Bill. Watch this!" Scott layed down on the floor
on his back and scooted under doggie-positioned 14-year-old and
started to mouthe the youngster's long dangling cock.
   Mark pulled Bill's throbbing prick into his face while Bill
stared aghast at his friend greedily displaying his newly-realized
cocksucking skills. He didn't watch for long--his attention quickly
diverted by the fact that his balls were inside a moving, moist
cavern, causing his sperm to boil. Mark swirled them around, Bill's
bobbing prick leaking sticky goo all over his forehead. The handsome
man let the tingling testicles fall out with a wet smacking sound,
then moved higher and licked hotly up and down the fat ridge on the
underside of Bill's dong. He looked up into the husky boy's eyes and
begged.
   "Spread your legs a little, you big-dicked stud. NOW FUCK MY
FACE! Hold my head and pretend my mouth is a juicy, dripping pussy.
I'm gonna suck the sweet cum right outta your big balls! You don't
mind if I play with your asshole, do you?"
   "Not as long as you stay on the outside!" warned Bill.
   "Talk dirty to me, Bill. Anything you can think of." Then he
quickly and hungrily engulfed every inch of my friend's prick.
   Mark was right. Andy was eating me alive, deep-throating me on
every stroke. I just stood still and let him milk my cock as he
backed into Davy's insatiable butthole licking, and quivered to
Scott's energetic blowjob.
   "OH, GAWD!" cried Bill, slamming into Mark's mouth now. "What a
cocksucker! Yeah, man. I'll use your face like a pussy. Take that
cock. Take it, you butt-suckin' finger-fucking shit-eating queer
turdsucker! OH! You got your finger up my ass! Sneaky cunt. Go
ahead...shove it in there! I'm gonna drown you in cum then shit down
your throat! You'll fuckin' love it. Not a little boy's paltry
droppings. I'LL GIVE YOU THE BIGGEST, SMELLLIEST MANTURD YOU EVER
SLOBBERED OVER! Aw, I'm gonna cum soon!"
   Mark pulled off immediately, leaving Bill panting frantically--
his prick left throbbing in mid-air. He tried to jam it back into the
man's mouth.
   "Hold off, baby," calmed Mark. "Make it last. Wow, you really got
into the nasty talk, didn't you? Really want to shit in my mouth?"
   "Sorry, Mark, I guess I got carried away."
   "I loved it." Mark smiled. "Now let's go slower. Lie down."
   Mark grabbed Scotty's lonely, upthrust cock and held it towards
Bill. "Here, suck on this. You keep eyeing it, now suck your friend
while I suck you."
   "Naw...I'm not queer. I like pussy!"
   "Scott piped up just then. "I like pussy too, you putz. But this
is great. Don't think about it...BLOW ME!"
   I had pulled out of Andy's talented mouth to keep from coming
myself, and the kid moved onto his side. Soon everyone was on their
side, connected together into one mass--by cock...except for Davy who
was still nursing on Andy's hairless pink butthole. By now he could
have sucked out several miles of turd!
   Bill tentatively started tonguing Scotty's dick, until Mark
gently began to push down on the back of his head. He looked like he
resisted somewhat, then just gave in and let about half of it slip
into his mouth. He didn't resist any longer. I think he must have
remembered how much he liked sucking on mine and just went for it.
Andy was still slowly slipping in and out of Scotty's lips, and Davy
had abandoned the kid's ass for Bill's balls, which only caused Bill
to suck with more enthusiasm.
   I knelt there watching my brother and friends all queering each
other. I wanted to maintain some kind of image but my dick was
dripping too much to really give a shit. I crawled around to the
other side of Mark and he caught me eyeing his prong.
   "Sit on my face," he whispered, "I wanna taste your hole! And I
wouldn't be the least offended if you wanted to lick my dick a
little."
   Straddling his chest, I backed my butt down to his mouth. I let
out a groan when contact was made. What a feeling having someone's
mouth and lips and tongue slurping and sucking on your asshole! I
couldn't understand how someone could enjoy doing such a sickening
thing, but FUCK! It sure felt good having it done to you. It also
made me hotter than hell! Hot enough to remind me that cocksucking
was tame in comparison. The others were busy and out of sight range,
so I sneakily bent down for a quick swipe of Mark's big cock. I
pulled back quickly when I realized I had scooped up a thick tongue-
coating of the juices that were running down his shaft! I was
disgusted for a moment, then my asshole twitched and I decided that
the taste wasn't all that bad.
   Well, truthfully, I wasn't all that disgusted really. After all,
I'd caught that quick spurt of Davy's that one time, sucked up
Scotty's hot load, and I had to admit that even Mark's cream was
kinda tasty. I even wanted more! Alarm bells should have been ringing
in my head. Instead, as I gazed around at the action, I was
astonished at how three pussy-loving guys could so easily get used to
handling each other's joints, and even enjoy sucking on them. Hell,
even the one I was holding now had been squirting up a hot twat at
least once. He had Andy.
   Scotty thought it was 'fun.' Bill was getting into it quite well
also, judging by the way he was lewdly slopping his tongue up and
down Scott's dick. Fuck my image. I ground my hole rapidly over
Mark's fluttering tongue, then dove back down and began licking all
that slimy juice from his prick. When I had cleaned it thoroughly, I
started sucking it. AND I MEAN SUCKING IT! I had been glad my friends
couldn't see me, but now I kinda wished they could. I was suddenly
outdoing their best efforts. My prick throbbed, my asshole was gaping
and twitching, and I felt like the best fucking cocksucker in the
room! A cocksman like me? A guy who'd rather eat a juicy cunt out
than breakfast. And here I was with about six inches of an older
man's cock banging the back of my throat! I was actually trying to
suck out the sperm curd from his hairy balls! I was gonna drink it. I
decided I was queer...but just for today. I wanted to act as queer as
the horniest faggot I could ever imagine. I was startled, but didn't
even consider stopping, when Davy's face was suddenly nestled right
next to mine.
   "Good, hunh Toms!" he exclaimed.
   "Mmm, arggg," I muttered without relinquishing my plaything.
   "Let's do it together, okay?" he suggested.
   Slowly I let the prick slip from my lips and trailed my tongue
down the long shaft. Davy began to imitate me, snaking his tongue
along the other side. Soon my little brother and I were smiling and
dick-lickin' like crazy as we shared the pulsing organ. Suddenly I
felt Mark pull my cheeks tighter to his mouth as he crammed his
tongue up my shithole so far he was tickling my liver! His cock got
harder and throbbed violently. My tongue at the time was running
along the fat vein on the underside and I could feel the canal
expand. Just on the other side of that thin membrane a bump hit my
tongue with amazing force. I knew what was coming and welcomed it,
feeling a sense of power that I, with Davy's help, was causing his
explosion! I looked upward in time to see a gusher of white lava
shoot out of his pisshole and just keep going! A solid creamy stream
about a foot high burst out, only to cascade back down, splattering
our faces. It was the only shot, but not the finish. A river of cum
just kept pouring and pouring out of the cockhead, and none of it
ever reached his balls. Davy and I drank thirstily from the purple,
engorged fountainhead, happily sucking up the immense flow of man-
honey!
   Gawd, did I actually say 'man-honey'? Well, chum, I'm sorry. But
that's just what I considered it at the time. And I still do. Now I'm
not advocating that you make a career out of it, but if you haven't
even tried it, take my advice: GO OUT AND BLOW SOMEBODY! You'll love
it. A buddy...your brother...hell, do like Andy does and BLOW YOUR
DAD! Well, maybe not.
   Then we got the clap. Bill and Scotty stood there clapping and
yelling "Bravo! Bravo!" They repeated our positions with the
exception that Andy requested Davy's asshole to suck on. Gleefully,
my brother squatted on the kid's face while the boys went to work.
Davy's eyes lit up and he giggled. Of all of us he was the only one
who had yet to experience a rim job.
   "Oooh, wow," he squirmed. "I LIKE GETTING CLEANED, TOO! That's
nice, Andy. Gee, you're sure getting way up inside me. Better watch
out or you'll be licking my poop!" he laughed.
   "I won't mind, Davy. After all, you're gonna eat mine, aren't
you?"
   "SURE! I CAN'T WAIT!"
   "Ever been fucked, Davy?" asked Andy.
   "Uh, what's that?"
   "You know, a dick up your ass. Oooh, those tongues!"
   I hadn't moved. Mark was still fiddling with my ass as I watched
the others and listened to Andy and Davy. I was so engrossed with
them, and my anus was gaping open so much from the fervent licking
and sucking, that I was only slightly aware of just what Mark was
doing. Then it dawned on me. He kept easing a finger in and out of my
butthole, pulling it all the way out and licking it! I could clearly
hear him smelling loudly, and hear him licking and sucking on his
finger. The guy was casually trying to dig shit out of my hole! Will
I ever get used to these weirdos? I pressed down, trying to see if
there was anything in there I could put within his range.
   "DAD! COME WATCH. DAVY'S GONNA DROP A TURD! Come watch me lick
it!" cried Andy. We quickly disengaged as Mark crawled up close to
his son for a good view and probably to be within smelling distance!
   "I'm gonna do it for ya, Andy! Real soon. Grrrh, ah, grrrh."
   "Remember, Davy," cried Andy, "squeeze off when I smack ya!"
   "Oh, look son. It's opening up," cooed Mark excitedly. "Oh, you
lucky boy! It's magnificent. BIG & JUICY! Go for it, boy. Yeah, lick
that juice off...all around it...oooh, that's it, suck on the end of
it. Let it go right into your mouth. Oh damn, boy. You look so
beautiful. I JUST LOVE WATCHING YOU SUCK THE JUICE OUT OF ANOTHER
BOY'S HOT STEAMY TURD! It's really coming out now. Don't choke on it,
son!"
   Andy quickly smacked Davy hard on the rump. Immediately, little
brother squeezed tightly, dropping his long lump of shit and leaving
a chunk hanging there. Obviously, he wasn't done.
   "Squeeze tight, Davy!" cried Andy, dropping the turd from his
mouth. "Dad, lemme watch you eat that chunk and clean off his hole!"
   Dirty Mark was right there sucking the clump of shit from Davy's
filthy asshole, then licking off all the residue.
   "Tom," yelled Andy, "Fuck Davy! Stick your dick right up his ass.
I want you to get your dick all covered with what's still in there,
then keep pulling it out for me. I WANT TO LICK HIS SHIT OFFA YOUR
DICK! That's the way I like it best. I LOVE TO SUCK ON SHITTY COCK!
Please! Do it now. Stick it right in there."
   I was dumbfounded at all this, but happening so suddenly--and I
had such a mutherfuckin' stiff boner wanting release--I didn't
question anything. I pushed Mark aside and squatted right down and
aimed my prick at my little brother's shitty virgin asshole. He was
so loose his only response when I shoved in was a strangely satisfied
moan. I'd never fucked an asshole before, but I knew it would not
normally be like this. I could feel my dick squishing into a soft
mushy mound of clay. But it still felt fantastic!
   After enjoying a few strokes, I could tell that there were lips
moving along my shaft...licking the shit--and whatever else--from my
prick as I fucked my brother's stinky ass. Knowing I could not take
much of this as hot as I was, I was glad to follow the program.
Repeatedly, I withdrew my foul organ and directed it to Andy's out-
stretched tongue. I looked down and dumbly watched Andy's angelic
face turn into a back alley whoreboy as he made luscious sucking
noises, cleaning every bit of Davy's smelly shit from my prick! Each
time I'd plunge my pink, clean bone back into the pit of darkness,
only to have the boy pull it out for me and quickly engulf it. Mark
was beside himself at the erotic sight of his little boy hungrily
lunching on the fruit of my brother's bowels.
   "CLEAN THAT SHITTY DICK, BOY!" his father howled. "Suck off that
candy you like so much! Is it as good as your Daddy's? DAMN! I'M SO
HOT. I'D LOVE TO SHIT RIGHT DOWN YOUR THROAT RIGHT NOW! OH, HOW I
WISH I WAS MUNCHING ON ONE OF YOUR SWEET TURDS...I'M COMING!!!"
   With that, he stood up and shot a tremendous load all over my
dick and onto Andy's face. The kid loved it, darting his tongue to
every spot he could reach to slurp up his father's abundant cum. Then
he screamed, and I could tell that Bill and Scotty--who had remained
at their stations--were noisily lapping up young jism. I was so close
to coming!
   Andy collapsed, and Bill and Scotty moved aside as Mark suddenly
went around and bent over into Davy's startled face, grabbing his
ankles and grunting.
   "Here you go, pretty one. Here's your first man-turd! I gotta
shit right now or I'll bust. Open wide, baby, eat my turd! Ahhh, I'm
shitting right in your face! CHEW, BABY! EAT MY SHIT!"
   "Fuck me, Toms!" cried Davy, just before he grabbed Mark by the
hips and lined up his obscenely opened rectum to receive gratefully
an absolutely enormous, dark glistening turd. I plunged in deeply,
jamming my now-spurting prick all the way up in the deep recesses of
my kid brother's hot rectal tube. I just held it there, all the way
in, and moaned like a banchee, spritzing his colon as I watched him
attempt to devour the older man's huge turd. But it just kept coming
out. Davy had to cradle it as it oozed from the big-lipped asshole.
It was a losing battle. It was tremendous! No one could have kept up
with it. I couldn't believe the intensity of my orgasm, stuffed up
Davy's butthole, watching this incredibly perverted, handsome man
take a dump in my little brother's mouth! On instinct, I reached
under Davy's body to jack him off. But as my hand reached his
cockhead, the cum was already flowing in rivers over my hand. It was
so abundant it reminded me of a horse pissing. Andy picked up the
discarded turd and started licking all over it.
   "Mmmm," he said sheepishly. "I just love lickin' Dad's turd!"
   From a few feet away, I heard a mumbled "OK, let's!"
   Scott and Bill rolled into a 69, frantically blowing each other
to instant, mouth-filling orgasms. They choked and sputtered a
little, but tried their best, and apparently managed to drink down
the better part of each other's pent-up goop. They soon sat up next
to each other with self-conscious smiles, wiping away the tell-tale
drippings from their chins.
   "Okay, cocksuckers," I clapped my hands. "Before you two fall in
love, let's all go downstairs and rest. Beer, pretzels, and I wanna
shoot pool in the nude!" I laughed.
   "Soda for you, squirt!" Mark said, pointing at Andy.
   "You, too, Davy," I added. "Though, if you don't throw up with
what you already got in your gut, beer probably won't bother you
either."
   We stayed naked but lugged our clothing down to the basement with
us. Would've been hard to explain if we'd been trapped down there for
some reason. Six naked guys. Couldn't exactly say we'd been skinny-
dipping. Or starting a nudist colony.
   We sat around, throwing back a few brews, shooting a little pool,
and generally just recuperating. Nothing was ever said about it, but
we all knew that six firmly packed ballsacks would soon be ready to
pump out more juice.

(To be continued)

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