Date: Thu, 06 Jun 2002 23:21:23 -0700
From: bawdy pen <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: KID BROTHER part 5 (scat)

		    KID BROTHER--Part 5

   "I don't know, Tom," Scotty remarked. It was the next day. The
three of us were sitting around discussing the recent happenings.
"Maybe all this queer shit's gettin' to us. We're runnin' around like
a bunch of screaming fags blowin' everybody and all. All because your
brother likes eatin' shit!"
   I came up behind him and rested my hand on his shoulder and
squeezed. "Hey, Bud, you gettin' kinda defensive, aren't ya? Or you
just feeling guilty?"
   "Whadda you mean, defensive?!"
   "He means, buddy," offered Bill, "that while we've all been
suckin' off each other's dorks, you've been goin' hog wild!"
   "Not to mention that swipe you took up Carleton's shitty crack!"
   "HEY, I SPIT THAT OUT!"
   We laughed. "I know...I know," I tried to calm him.
   "It's just that..." Scotty hung his head. "All that shit eatin'
and everything, well...I just hadda see how it tasted, that's all."
   "So how was it?"
   "AWFUL!" he cried. He wasn't kidding. "I...I was just so HOT!
Thought maybe I was missin' something," he laughed. "I wasn't missing
a thing, believe me! Those guys're nuts! If I never taste shit again,
it'll be too soon!"
   "I agree," I said. "I'm not interested in that either. Actually,
you gotta lot of guts, Scotty, even tryin' it. I'm glad you don't
like it, though, cause I really like your mouth on my cock, and I
don't want it all shitty when you blow me!"
   "Aw, quit kidding! You guys do it too. You suck!" he accused.
   I winked at Bill. "But you seem to really get off on it,
Scotty," I teased.
   "Well...so what?!"
   "So nothing. You still like pussy, Scotty? You, Bill?"
   "OF COURSE I DO!" cried Scotty. "Couldn't do without," agreed
Bill.
   "Then it's settled, guys. We're OK. We still like pussy. The only
thing that's different is that we also love sucking cock! We can't
pretend any more...we've watched each other do it too many times."
   "Well, I haven't done it that many times," Bill countered,
causing us to frown. "But I'm willing to catch up!"
   We all laughed.
   "A cock feels so good to suck on," Scott reflected seriously,
"that I can't figure out why chicks are so reluctant to do it." Bill
and I nodded.
   "And I don't mind admitting," I continued, feeling strangely
secure talking so freely with my buddies, "I wouldn't mind licking a
guy's butthole...as long as it was clean."
   "Really?!" they both asked, amazed.
   "Sure. Hell, I'd even lick your butts. Got a boner in my pants
just thinkin' about it!" I stretched across the couch, playing with
my crotch.
   "Scott," Bill said, "I think it's about time we dropped our pants
and let our friend here give us deep rim jobs!" They smiled and
immediately began to strip.
   I started to get up. "Hey, I didn't say anything about 'deep'! I
just said I'd lick 'em."
   Climbing all over me, they held me down, pulling off my pants.
   "Hell, Tom, what's a rim job if you don't tongue-fuck it?" Bill
said, straddling my face. "Besides, we're clean. At least we're clean
enough for the brother of a boy who eats whole turds! Might smell a
little bit, though."
   Scotty was already running his tongue over my cockhead while Bill
lowered his bottom to my face, mashing his hole over my nose and
mouth. I struggled...for approximately two seconds. Then I grabbed
Bill's muscular ass and pulled it onto my mouth, then off.
   "Ahhh!" I was reacting to Scott's tonguing. And to the sight
before me. "I don't mind the smell of your ass, Bill. Hell, I don't
mind it at all!" I licked at his sweaty crack, enjoying the faint
smell of asshole. With all the shit we'd smelled in the last few
days, Bill's fragrance was so fuckin' mild I couldn't imagine anyone
minding having their nose in there. Fluttering my tongue in the folds
and crevices of his wrinkled anus, I got a delicious perverse thrill.
Cocksucking was almost a normal thing for a guy to do. I had my mouth
working all over my buddy's asshole! Licking right where he shits. I
tried not to think of THAT, but I certainly enjoyed the feel of a
guy's soft, mushy butthole on my tongue. I knew how good it could
feel, so I did my best to give Bill a good rimming.
   I was just getting comfortable and ready to lick up into his
sweet pucker, when he hopped off and traded positions with Scott. I
was disappointed for a moment--just the amount of time it took for
Scotty to put his little ass in place. It was smaller, paler, and the
hole was a striking pink. On top of that, the smell of asshole was
back! Stronger, or was it just that I had licked all the smell from
Bill's hole? Did I care? Fuck no! I wouldn't have said so to them,
but I was kinda glad. No, I WOULDN'T admit it. I took a quick lick,
then exclaimed, "Oh, Scotty, bring that ass down here. I love your
smelly hole, man! Lick my dick, Bill. I'm gonna eat out our buddy's
asshole...then I wanna eat yours again!"
   As I sucked at Scotty's butt and ran my tongue up inside, I
wondered if THIS was why I had initially taken advantage of Scotty's
predicament to get Davy to eat shit out of this hole. I didn't want
to go that far, not by any means, but having his butt sitting on
my face while I drove my tongue into his rectum was intense. Hell,
I'd turn completely queer for this!
   Things slowed down for the next few weeks. I deposited the money
Mark paid us into Davy's education account. If I'd had any idea of
keeping some of that money, I quickly discarded it after...well,
after I blew Davy. I don't think I would have anyway, but for some
reason, that experience made me feel closer to the little shithead. I
became more protective of him. We had a couple of long talks. I tried
to get at the reason why Davy likes doing what he does, and tried to
convince him that perhaps it wasn't a good thing to do. But it all
only made me feel stupid because it boiled down to me. He probably
never would have discovered this peculiarity of his if he'd never
tasted my asshole. But once he did, he said, he was hooked! Now this
made me feel guilty and proud at the same time. Guilty that I'd
started him on this weird trip; proud, in a perverse way, that the
taste of my shit actually gave him the cravings!
   Funny thing was, even though I still never ever considered doing
what he does, I had to admit to myself that after rimming my friends,
I didn't find the prospect of licking an asshole that wasn't...well,
absolutely CLEAN--turning me off. Hell, I'm supposed to be honest
here, aren't I? Truth is, it kinda turns me on. But don't get the
wrong idea--it doesn't run in the family! I'm not a shit-eater! A
butt-smeller, a hole-licker, okay. But I'll never be like Davy...
NEVER!
   Things with Bill, Scotty and I were pretty much the same as
always. Well, not exactly. What I mean is, we were just as good of
buddies as always, but...well, more intimate. More comfortable. We'd
never really played macho games with each other like some guys do, so
we continued talking about the girls we went out with the same as
ever. The difference was, we felt no compunction about delighting in
getting each other off, and admitted we even looked forward to it. We
didn't let Davy know we were doing it so much, though. I guess we
were afraid of having him involved with us much for fear of getting
into a habit of having shit become too big a part of our sexual
activities.
   I had to tell Davy to stop coming into my room at night. He'd
come begging for me to plop a turd or two. I had to lay down the law
a bit. Hell, I couldn't have my little brother constantly sniffing at
my asshole! Sometimes during the day he'd bother me while I was in
the bathroom.
   "You shittin' Toms?" he'd ask at the door. But I'd lie and put
him off. I wanted to divert his attention away from this, but I knew
it was a losing battle. Still, I did start to occassionally slip into
his room if I was exceptionally horny. I DID enjoy blowing him that
time. He loved blowing me. So I figured what the hell, why shouldn't
we have sex together? But I kept it on a 'normal' level. Blowjobs,
ball lickin' and...alright! What really made me start these nocturnal
visits was that I was getting to enjoy rimming SO much that I wanted
to rim my brother! So there it is. Made me feel funny at first, but
with his enthusiasm, I soon felt as comfortable licking his asshole
as I had become used to Bill's and Scotty's. But no shit was
involved!
   And I got to really enjoy it. With my buddies the rimming was
hot sex...almost a spectator sport. With Davy it was special. More
intimate. We'd start a 69 suck-a-thon and gradually find ourselves
rolled into a ball--eating out each other's asses with a vengeance!
   I tried to keep his cravings at bay, even promised him that I'd
arrange another 'special' session like I had with Mark and Andy. I
was the one at fault for breaking down. I'd been so busy the previous
couple of days I simply hadn't stopped to shit. Finally, one
afternoon, I definitely couldn't put it off any longer. I was
literally full of shit and it was banging at my back door. I dropped
my pants and sat on the pot, knowing that this was going to be one of
those really enjoyable dumps. You know, the kind where you're so
stuffed the pressure is intense and you just know it's going to feel
real good when it forces your anus to stretch wider than usual
because a huge, long turd is gonna come slidin' out of there...
pushing against your prostate making you feel like you could almost
come
   "DAVY!" I yelled out the door. "COME HERE, QUICK!" This was too
good. This felt like it was going to be a monumental shit, and I just
knew it would please Davy. What can I say? All that pressure in my
ass was giving me a hardon. And as much as it all kinda disgusted me,
I felt this was one shitting Davy shouldn't miss!
   "Yeah, Toms?" he asked through the crack in the door. He could
see me sitting on the toilet. Resigned to our agreement, he asked
dejectedly, "You need paper, or what?"
   I stuck my nose right up to the crack in the door and gave him a
lascivious look. "No. I know what I said, but...well, I GOT THIS BIG
FAT TURD PUSHIN' AT MY ASSHOLE, LITTLE BROTHER. I THOUGHT MAYBE YOU'D
LIKE IT!"
   "Boy! I sure would, Toms!"
   "NO EATIN'! I...I just wanna feel you handling it. Push on it a
little while I shit in your hand. I'll push hard while you try to
keep it from coming out. Uh, you can...you can lick on it a little if
you hafta...if you wanna."
   I let him in as I stood up and scooted away from the door, my
pants comically shuffling around my ankles. I felt like a fool, but
the whole thing got the better of me. All because my prick was hard!
   "Get your hand on it, kid! I'm shittin'!" I'd only bent slightly,
but that big turd was quickly halfway out of my ass already. Luckily,
I felt a hand on my butt, then pressure at my hole. Davy had grabbed
hold of my massive turd and was holding it in place, keeping it from
being expelled further.
   I stopped pushing. I liked the pressure. Fuck, I liked the whole
damn thing! "LICK IT, DAVY! LICK ALL OVER MY STINKY TURD! SLOP YOUR
TONGUE ALL OVER IT AND LICK OFF THAT ASSJUICE! OH, BABY BROTHER, I'M
SHITTIN' IT JUST FOR YOU! Don't eat it, man. BUT SUCK THE FUCK OUT OF
IT!!" I put my hands on my buttcheeks, squatted my ass down, and
shitted for all I was worth! And that was plenty, I can tell YOU.
   I squished the last of it out and turned around fast. I started
pounding on my dick as I yelled encouragement to Davy. "SUCK IT. SUCK
ON IT YOU LITTLE SHIT-EATER! YOU BEEN WAITIN' A LONG TIME FOR ONE OF
THOSE...NOW SUCK ON THAT FAT TURD! SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK THE SHIT
OUT OF IT!!" I was screaming at him. I was out of my mind. I was
coming all over his face! He didn't mind at all, he quickly slipped
his shitty lips over the end of my prick and sucked the last of my
jism out!
   He sucked and slobbered over my dick so much that any brownness
was soon slurped into his mouth. I noticed this, but probably
wouldn't have cared one way or the other. I was so ashamed at myself,
I grabbed Davy to me, inadvertently squashing my turd he was still
holding between us, and started kissing his lips and cheek, begging
him to forgive me.
   "Oh, Davy, I'm sorry...I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over
me. I didn't mean to..."
   "Gee, Toms! You kissed me! I liked it. Wha...what are you feeling
sorry about, anyway?"
   "Why, 'cause I yelled at you. 'Cause I came all over you. 'Cause
I made you lick my turd!" I stood up.
   "Shucks, Toms! I didn't mind you yellin' at me. You were just
excited! And you know I like lickin' your turds. But kissin' me was
swell! Wouldja do it again?!"
   "Naw...that's queer! I just did that 'cause..." He looked up at
me with a startled, hurt look. As if I'd slapped him or something.
   I knelt back down again, slowly. "Fuck, kid. I kissed ya 'cause I
thought I'd hurt ya. I kissed ya 'cause I love ya, little brother!" I
kissed him again. He threw his arms around me and I didn't mind at
all!
   "Hey," I started laughing, "we'd better wipe this shit up. We got
it all over us!"
   "I'll just lic..."
   "NO YOU WON'T!" I warned. "We'll just wipe it up like normal
people."
   About a week later I gave Mark a call.
   "I'm sure he'd be interested, Tom. Let me call him and try to
arrange it."
   "Okay, guys. Now here's the deal." I had Davy, Bill and Scotty
together to discuss a proposition. "You know that guy in Palm Springs
that Mark and Andy ah...perform for? Well, I had Mark give him a call
to see if he'd be interested in watching...you know, Davy...um, me
shittin' for Davy! Jeez, you guys know the score. I don't know why
it's still so hard to talk about it. I figured it'd be a good way to
made some money for Davy and, well, satisfy his hunger at the same
time." We all laughed, including Davy.
   "Thing is, guys, Mark told him the whole story. Seems he wants
all four of us. Two thousand dollars! That's $500 apiece. You guys up
to an all-out shitfest? We don't hafta do nuthin' we haven't already
done. It's just that this time we'll have an audience for it--and get
paid."
   "You mean he's just gonna watch?" asked Bill.
   "Well...probably not. After all, he is a shit-eater, too. And
Davy couldn't handle it all. And I know he'll at least want to eat
Davy's turd. Seems he digs eatin' the shit out of another shit-eater.
I don't know if it's like he's paying respect, or just figures
there's a chance he's gettin' shit from more than one person that
way. Anyway, Davy, you gotta be sure you're stuffed with a big one if
we go. Whadda you say, guys? You don't care whose mouth you shit in,
do you?"
   "Gee, I guess not," said Scotty.
   "Uh, there is a chance he might want to see some cocksucking."
   "From us?" asked Bill. "Fuck, Tom. I don't know about that!"
   "Come on, Bill," coaxed Scotty, "after all, we...well, we are
cocksuckers! And so is the guy. And he eats shit as well! How could
you be embarrassed in front of a guy like that?!"
   "$500. You're right, let's do it!" agreed Bill.
   "Davy?" I asked.
   "You mean I get to lick turds from Bill and Scotty and you?"
   "That's right, little brother. While this older man watches you.
That alright with you?"
   "SURE! I'm ready to do it right now!"
   "That's what I figured."
   "Do you think the man will let me taste HIS turd?"
   "DAMN, KID! Don't you have any shame?"
   "What's shame, Toms?"
   "Uh...you'd just lick on anybody's shit, wouldn't you?!"
   "Well, if I liked 'em I would. Why not?"
   "Oh, nothing." I shook my head. "Just wondering, that's all. I'm
quite positive that if you ask real nice, the man will happily shit
right in your mouth. I'm sure between the two of you there won't be a
particle of turd left anywhere in sight! This is getting me hot.
Davy! Pull down your pants, I'm gonna lick your asshole. Then I'm
gonna cornhole your little ass! You guys do what you wanna...I gotta
fuck my little brother!"
   The other two weren't really surprised when I knelt and stuck my
face into Davy's crack. Not after the many times I'd done the same to
them. But they were very interested when I pushed him to his knees
and climbed on top of him, jabbing my hard prick down into his
receptive ass and began riding him like a bucking bronco! We'd been
doing this more lately, and Davy'd gotten to love it. He'd fuck his
ass up to me as I pounded down into him, and between us we were quite
a spectacle. That day we were even better...we had an audience and we
fucked like champs! They watched us for a while, then, unable to
contain themselves, hopped into a feverish 69 right beside us. If
anyone had walked in just then, they would have been totally
convinced they'd landed in fag heaven! I'm sure no more dedicated
fucking and sucking could have been found that would have matched us
for enthusiasm, if nothing else.
   "OH, FUCK ME, TOMS! I'M GONNA SHOOT. FUCK ME, BIG BROTHER!"
   "ALL...THE...WAY...UP...YOUR...SWEET...ASS, BABY BROTHER! Aaah!"
   "Well, this is indeed going to be a pleasure! The story of your
escapades would have been enough to intrigue me, but I must say, I
wasn't expecting such a delicious collection of handsome strapping
lads in one bundle! I've heard your story, and undoubtedly you are
aware of mine. Mark has given me the history of your activities, and
conveyed, no doubt, a rather complete description of my lurid
appetites. So, let's not spend any uncomfortable moments with phony
social politeness. Please strip immediately...I simply must see those
gorgeous bodies of yours in complete nudity!"
   So began our introduction to the man Mark and Andy had regular
intrigues with. We were kinda nervous, but of course the money we
were promised, and the jovial hospitality of our benefactor, made it
seem that perhaps it might be far from an ordeal. Nevertheless, we
shyly disrobed for the gentleman, while he remained robed...loosely.
So loosely in fact that a glimpse of his swinging prick could
occasionally be seen. If one was looking for it, that is. And from
the raised-eyebrowed looks that passed between us, it was apparent
that we had all caught a glimpse. The one thing Mark had failed to
mention was the one thing that made us gulp, and shiver a bit. A
monster hung between the older man's legs! God help us if he decided
to put it to uses other than the ones we anticipated. After all, we
were bought boys in a sense, and obviously in an environment where
the man was in complete control. Strangely, we showed no obvious
signs of fear if the half erections we all sported when naked were
any indication.
   "Now, regardless of your past homosexual activities, I will
respect your feelings and treat you as being 'straight', unless, or
until, you personally decide to act otherwise. I do, however, hope
you don't mind if I take some liberties with you. After all, I am
queer, I'm paying you handsomely, and it will be utterly impossible
for me to keep my hands off your luscious stud bodies!" With that, he
walked behind us, surveying the mounds of boyass displayed to him.
   Cupping Bill's flinching buttocks he said, "Now that's one
massive keester! Firm, muscular, lightly haired, and..." as he pulled
the buns apart, peeking down, "hiding a deep, fragrant, man's
asshole! An anus situated so deep in the cheeks always sweats a lot.
Such a pleasure to open them up and have that intoxicating smell
drift up to one's appreciative nostrils. Tell me honestly, boy, do
you find it annoying that when you run your finger up and down your
crack, shortly after showering, it has already acquired that hot
asshole smell?"
   "Uh...how did you...I mean..." asked Bill, kinda amazed.
   "HA HA! Remember lads, I was a boy once. A rather nasty one. I
know what boys do. All boys...straight or gay. The fascination with
your own bodies. Your own smells. A boy loves the smell of his balls.
Checks out his asshole in a mirror, smelling his finger. Loving it,
but never admitting it to himself. Unconsciously reveling in the odor
of his own farts. Loving the smell of the boys' locker room with all
those sweaty jockstraps, socks and shorts. And catching the
accidental whiff of another guy's sweaty armpit. It's disturbing,
isn't it? That's because it excites you! And not a boy alive, if he
is alive, can resist the feeling of his own probing finger up his
bung while he jacks off! An intense pleasure that guys never admit to
each other."
   We traded knowing glances at each other. The man was spouting
truths in abundance that we'd never realized before, yet recognized.
   "Run your finger over your anus," he directed Bill. Bill obeyed.
   "SMELL IT!" Reluctantly Bill raised his finger to his nose and
breathed deeply.
   "All truth tonight. You like it, don't you?"
   As if in a stupor, Bill stared back at the man and slowly nodded.
   "BRAVO!" the man cried. "If your friends are half as honest as
you are, I'm in the midst of REAL MEN! Only a totally honest, real
man, would admit to a stranger that he enjoys the smell of his ass
odor!"
   Bill didn't know whether to beam with pride, or hide his head.
Meanwhile, the man moved behind Scotty. This time he knelt down and
kneaded the buns tenderly.
   "Ah...sweet and tender! Small and delectable. Hardly a hair on
it. Smells and looks like a child of 8. And I should know. I've had
my tongue up the ass of males from every age from 3 to 50! Yet
there's none quite so appealing as an innocent-looking butthole on a
lusty boy who isn't innocent in the least. A boy who knows the
pleasures his hot asshole can give him. Yes, indeed, this is the type
of bottom a man who knows the pleasures of boy bum likes to spend
hours on end kissing and licking...tonguing up inside to taste the
essence of a youngster. If given the opportunity, my boy, I'd be
honored to thoroughly lick out your rectum!" I couldn't tell if
Scotty was excited, nervous, or just plain contemptuous of the man
fondling his butt. Nevertheless, he took this opportunity to let
loose a little sputtering fart!
   "OH, CHILD! THANK YOU...SUCH AMBROSIA! Remind me to give you a
special bonus. You really know how to make an old man happy!"
   Scotty stifled a giggle. Obviously it was unintentional. But then
he grinned, as he--as all of us--realized that there was absolutely
NO WAY this man could be insulted.
   Then he came to me. I decided, foolishly, to be brazen. It wasn't
entirely a sponta-neous decision. My dick was flopping around quite
energetically because of the old man's talk. I thought, 'if he likes
those guys' asses, he'll love mine. After all, Davy eats turds out of
my ass!' When he scooted into position, I stuck my ass out at his
face.
   "Ho ho!" he cried. "And what do we have here? If I hadn't already
been briefed with ample descriptions, I would still recognize the
arrogance of a young man who feels his shithole is God's gift to
rimmers, and even has the audacity to plug his little brother's mouth
with his fat smelly turds! Now he's pushing his eager buns right back
into the face of a man he's hardly said a word to...simply because
he's heard that the man likes to lick boyshit. And he even came
prepared. Right in front of my eyes, given to me in an obscene
offering, is an overpowering stinkhole which may, or may not, be
attractive. You see, at the moment it's impossible to tell because
the whole area is coated with a layer of day-old crusty shit!
Couldn't you boys smell it on the flight out? And here he is, butt-
out, expecting me to go into a tizzy and beg him to let me chew that
shit off his asshole!"
   "No, no. Don't pull away!" I had straightened up in embarrass-
ment. "You bring that stinky hole right back here!" He grabbed Davy
by the arm and pulled him down. "Pretty sure of himself, your big
brother, isn't he?" he asked Davy.
   "Gee, I don't know," Davy replied, confused.
   "Thinks his shit smells wonderful, doesn't he?"
   "Ah..." Davy took a sniff. "IT DOES!"
   "Really?" the man was playing. "Gee, let me take another whiff.
Damn! You know...you're right. Your brother's shitty asshole does
smell mighty nice at that!" He put his arm around Davy. "Really like
eating the shit out of his dirty hole, don't ya, boy?"
   "YEAH!"
   "Well, I don't blame you! Lots of guys have butts lovely enough
to eat the turds right out of them. But somehow, they always taste
more delicious coming from a stud who DEMANDS you eat his shit! A guy
who thinks he's got the tastiest turds in town. Wouldn't dream of
licking on a turd himself, of course. But that's okay, isn't it? You
and I know the score, don't we? We like eating tasty turds out of a
guy's rectum, hunh? But they always seem to taste better when the guy
thinks he's making you do something really filthy, right?"
   "Well," Davy hesitated, thoughtfully. "I don't know. Is it
filthy? Cause I always thought cleaning a guy's butthole was
important to him, and I'm always willing to help a guy out."
   "You telling me you don't do it for the taste?!"
   "Well...not exactly. I do it to keep those buttholes cleaned up
like they should be. BUT I REALLY DO LIKE IT! CAN I EAT YOUR TURD?!"
   I gasped. Bill gasped. Scotty giggled.
   "I'm honored, my little friend. Sooner or later in our program,
I'll lift my legs high and let you eat the candy from my bowels as
your friends watch. I promise."
   "Oh, goody!" Davy gushed. "And I got a lot of turd up inside me
if you want it. You're a champeen shit-eater, aren't you? Toms told
me."
   I cringed, but the man only laughed. "He's right, little one. I
don't know of anyone, past or present, who's gobbled up more boyshit
than I have! After the age of 16 I start to get picky. But ANY BOY
under that age, fat, skinny, black, yellow, white, only has to show
me his asshole. I'll eat as many turds out of his shithole as he can
produce! But today, I'm gonna watch you eat the turds of these sexy
boys. I'll gobble up the leftovers, but it's all your show!"
   "Gee, I can lick 'em, and eat a few," Davy explained, "but I
don't think I could swallow it all up! Those guys really shit a lot!"
   "WONDERFUL!" he exclaimed. "Why don't we share?"
   "Ah, what do you mean?" asked Davy.
   "Well, my first instinct at seeing these delicious asses was to
forego the alcove where I usually carry on these extravagances, and
just have these fantastic boys shit everywhere. On the floor, on the
couch, shit in the refrigerator...and I'd just follow them around,
watching you eat it all up. But you got more class than that. You
want it right outta those hot anal lips...greasy and steaming! Let's
do it together...you take one side, I'll take the other. We'll lick
those turds dry. Then I'll watch as you munch on 'em, then we'll both
take a bite and kiss, swapping those last bites back and forth.
Eating shit out of each other's mouths!"
   "YEAH! LET'S DO IT!" cried Davy, enthusiastically.
   The man stood, with a satisfied grin, moving in front of us.
   "Gather 'round boys, stick those pretty pricks in my face. All of
them. I wanna give 'em each a few licks. You understand that, don't
you boys? You've all sucked cock."
   We crowded around as the man went from one to the other of our
stiff pokers. I say pokers because we were poking 'em right into his
hungry face. His tongue rapidly fluttered from one to the other. Four
big boners got laved from one end to the other...and the balls too.
Then he had us turn around and stick our butts in his face. He went
down the line, noisily licking and slurping, making breathless
remarks about the incredible smell and taste of our shitholes as he
ate us out. Bending over as we were, it was impossible not to notice
that his robe had been thrown open and between his lean thighs a
truly monstrous hard shaft stuck up! Incredibly long, fat, and steel
hard. No matter this man was so much older...the magnificent prick
has us all drooling! His prick was drooling from the excitement of
eating us out.
   Finally, he fell back in temporary exhaustion, his robe spread,
his throbbing cock standing up invitingly. He saw the look in our
eyes.
   "COME ON, COCKSUCKERS!" He held it up. "LICK THIS! Boys love
suckin' big dicks. Especially straight boys! Come on, straight boys,
COCK SUCK THIS MUTHERFUCKER! Davy! Lick their assholes while they get
queer."
   Call it hypnotism, call it suggestion. I call it just plain LUST.
The three of us literally pounced on that big prick, quickly
situating ourselves so we could all trade licks. I was between his
gray-haired legs and started to suck on his fat knob, while Bill and
Scotty were manning the sides, sliding their tongues up and down the
long shaft, our tongues constantly coming together in a 6-lipped/one
prickhead joint suction that could have melted the Himalayas! Up and
down, back and forth, we shared the knob, I licked the balls! I
FUCKIN' LICKED HIS BALLS! What can I say? The old man oozed SEX... he
was so NASTY!
   His prick leaked down the shaft. We all slopped it up thirstily.
Here we were, like animals, sucking and licking all over this old
man's huge boner. I knew we three had disturbing emotions going
through our heads. It was also obvious that those emotions were being
put on hold. Somehow we knew further humiliations were in store for
us. And we weren't being forced! We wanted it. We delighted in it.
These fucking queers were doing incredible things to us! We weren't
queer. BUT OUR BODIES WERE TELLING US THAT WE WANTED TO BE QUEER! We
loved queerin' each other. We loved queerin' this guy, slobbering all
over his cock. But we knew we weren't in their league, although our
pricks remained rigid, when our host called a halt.
   "TURDS, BOYS! TIME FOR TURDS!!" he yelled. "Let's see those
luscious smelly assholes plopping out some hot steamy columns of
SHIT! I'm hungry. Davy's hungry. And you guys are full of it! Ready,
Davy?"
   Davy pulled his spit-dripping mouth up from Bill's hole. "I
touched it! I touched it! Bill's got one ready to come out. Come on,
sir, this'll taste good, I promise!"
   "Stand up on the couch, Billy!" ordered the man. "Now squat
down."
   Along with Davy, he scooted across the floor to the edge of the
couch. Bill grabbed the back of the couch and lowered his ass to his
admirers.
   Uncharacteristically, he bellowed, "HOT TURD COMIN' OUT! ANYBODY
WANNA LIIIICK IT?!!!" He squatted low, an intensely painful
expression on his face. No, not painful. Lascivious! He looked at me
and screwed up his face, giving an exaggerated impression of someone
taking the world's most monstrous SHIT! A shit for the world to eat!
Gawd, he was turned on! He started getting really lewd.
   "FAT KEESTER, HUNH? WELL YOU STINK-LICKERS LAP ON THAT TURD! EAT
THE SHIT OUT OF MY HOLE! ARE THEY DOIN' IT, TOM? ARE THOSE FAGGOT
TURD SUCKERS GOBBLING ALL MY GOOD SHIT? PUSH THEIR HEADS, TOM, MAKE
'EM EAT IT!!" He squatted even lower, pushed his sphincter muscles so
strenuously that the hard turd being licked was soon replaced by a
long squishy column. The older, firmer turd was abandoned as both
mouths were quickly attached to the soft tube. If I'd blinked I would
have missed it. I didn't blink. I watched as the two shit-eaters
literally sucked like vacuum cleaners. I saw that turd disintegrate
as it was pulled apart in fragments like a slow-motion explosion,
clumps of shit airborne, then instantly being sucked into the draft
of one mouth or the other.
   In exhaustion, Bill squatted even lower. Davy manned the tunnel,
licking out the gaping hole, tonguing out the leftover shit. I saw
the man resting next to Davy, languidly sucking on the discarded
turd, watching Davy at work. Davy sucked on that hole a long time.
Bill was glassy-eyed. He moved his mouth like a fish, staring at me.
   "Ih...ih," he motioned, "in my mouth!"
   I got his meaning, and quickly stuffed my prick down his throat.
He was sucking so hard it hurt. Luckily, it didn't last long. He
pulled off and backed away, shooting streams and streams of hot jizz
all over the cushions. He wasn't touching his cock. It just stood
squirting!
   "G-gee, I'm sorry," he said after catching his breath.
   "No problem!" the man said, licking the globs of cream from the
couch, sucking it out of the fabric.
   "Well, that was quite pleasant, don't you think, Davy?" he asked.
   A grin on his face, Davy replied. "BOY! We really sucked up that
poop, didn't we!"
   "Heh, heh. We sure did. Ready to get on to the next one?"
   "TOM'S?!"
   "No. We're saving him 'til last. He's got me on the boil, and I
know you never get tired of your brother's turds, so no matter how
much we gorge on shit, we'll still be excited for your brother!"
   "That's okay," Davy gushed. "Wait'll you taste Scotty's shit!
First I ever ate. You're gonna like it. Let's go!"
   "The first, hunh?" the man asked. "Oh, yes, I remember now.
Scotty took a shit in your basement and found there was no toilet
paper. Then your brother suggested you clean him up, right?"
   "Yeah! Boy, he really needed it!" Davy agreed.
   "I'll just bet he did!" the man cried. "And you did your duty
well, as I understand. Even getting some assistance from Tom. Is it
true he dug his finger into Scotty's hole to scoop it out for you to
lick up?"
   "He sure did! Lots of it!" Davy exclaimed. "I guess he didn't get
it all out sitting on the toilet."
   I was giggling, and feeling proud at how I had manipulated the
whole thing. Then I had to open my big mouth.
   "Yeah...that all went swell. I hid the toilet paper, hoping one
of the guys would have to take a dump. I wanted to see the guys'
expressions when I got Davy to get down there and lick up one of
their shitty assholes!"
   "You did that on purpose?!" asked Scotty, a little perturbed.
   "Uh...well, yeah," I stammered.
   "You mean it wasn't a...remergency?" asked Davy, looking hurt.
   "Well, no, not exactly," I said guiltily. "I mean...he DID need
cleaned up. And I thought you'd like it, Davy, after seeing you with
Carleton. I guess I did do it so I could act superior, though. I
wanted to show the guys that I could get you to do ANYTHING I SAID!
But you liked it, didn't you?"
   "Kinda sneaky!" said Scotty, stifling a giggle. "You really made
me feel like an idiot...standing there clutching my pants, wondering
how in the hell I was gonna get the shit offa my ass!"
   "And I was practically having a heart attack watching all that!"
Bill accused. "I couldn't believe something that nasty was actually
happening!"
   "Devious!" cried the man. "Deliciously devious!"
   "It all worked out okay, didn't it?" I was still defensive.
   "Apparently!" the man stated the obvious. We all laughed. "Davy,
how would you like to repeat that? Let's have Scotty shit in my
mouth, then while I slowly munch on his turd, let's have the boys
finger-scoop the rest out so I can watch you eat it off their
fingers, alright?"
   "Yeah, I'd like that!" said Davy, enthusiastically. "That was
fun!"
   "Okay," Scotty readily agreed, "but watch those fingers, guys,
don't dig so hard this time! The first time it hurt...but I was so
excited that I let it pass. Take it easy on me, willya?"
   The man layed down on the floor and had Scotty squat down on his
face. After lots of messing with his butthole and encouraging
licking, he soon was ready. Squishing out a plump, medium-sized, tube
into the man's welcoming mouth, Scotty stayed put. The man scooted
out from under him and sat Indian-style, nursing the hot handful,
while he watched us boys go to work.
   Davy knelt ready, watching Bill and I on either side of Scotty's
squatting ass as we reached down under and began to alternate
slipping our middle fingers into the cruddy shithole. Davy moved his
face forward, anticipating his role. Bill and I kept pulling out a
dirty finger, then sticking it back in for a bigger coating. Davy was
hanging in close enough to smell it all. He was licking his lips, but
we were enjoying playing around in Scotty's stinky goop!
   "DAMN! THAT'S PUTRID!" cried Bill, squinching up his nose. "Feels
nice and gooey, though, hunh Tom?"
   "YEAH, THAT'S SOME STINKY SHIT, ALRIGHT!" I agreed, not disgusted
enough to move away. The pleasure of playing around in Scotty's crap
far outdistanced any displeasure at the noxious odor. Seeing Davy's
excited face even made me try to dig out more for him to smell. The
kid was so hungry to start eating it!
   Suddenly, Scotty grunted and squished a soft surprise around
Bill's probing finger.
   Bill's hand hung out there...his middle finger completely
imbedded inside Scott's mini-turd. He'd shit right onto his finger!
   "GIVE IT TO DAVY!" the man cried impatiently, "YOU'RE LETTING THE
SMELL GET AWAY!"
   Flipping his hand back, Bill offered the morsel to my little
brother. Davy ducked his head and engulfed the hot-turded digit.
Eating it off his finger, Davy munched the shit right down. Then he
licked the fingers clean and held out his tongue. I quickly fed him
what I had accumulated. He sucked that down in no time. We went back
to fingering out Scotty's butt as Davy pleaded for more.
   "LORD, YOU'RE A HUNGRY LITTLE BUGGER!" the man cried, watching
and swallowing the last of the original turd. "EAT THAT HOT SHIT!"
   "Dig those fingers in!" cried Scotty. "OH, I LOVE FEELING YOUR
FINGERS CRAMMED UP MY BUTT...PLAYING WITH MY SHIT! EAT IT, DAVY! MAN,
I COULD SHIT FOR YOU ALL THE TIME AS LONG AS I GET THAT FINGER
ACTION!"
   Scotty was pounding his meat all this time, stroking up and down
between his legs. With a gasp, he started to shoot cream onto the
floor. The man held out the final morsel, letting Scotty shower it
with delicious cum, then popped it in his mouth and licked his
fingers. Davy licked our fingers clean also...then we rested for a
while.

(To be continued)