Date: Sat, 19 Jun 2004 05:24:03 +0000
From: Scat Boy <coproman69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lucky Fourteen - Part 3 (Lucky Thirteen - Part 4)

Lucky Fourteen - Part 3 (Lucky Thirteen - Part 4) (B/b, b/B, B/b/b, group,
inc [cousins], oral, spit, snot, anal, ws, scat)
by Coproman


So far I'd been down south for only a couple of days, and already I'd
experienced some of the kinkiest, most enjoyable sex ever with my two
younger cousins, topped off by Eddie and me sucking on Jim's turd, while Jim
pissed on us.  Afterwards I had swallowed the ten-year-old's come; then the
three of us had discussed how we would entice Tyler, Eddie's nine-year-old
white friend, into joining our sexual play.  When Jim and I explained our
plan to Eddie, he eagerly agreed to play the role of the lure when he saw
Tyler the next day; if all went well, we'd be reeling the little blond in
before the day was over.

That night the three of us decided to suspend our sex games, because we
wanted to be ready for a possible encounter with Tyler.  If things didn't
work out, we could always go back to playing with each other the next night.
Meanwhile we would get a good night's sleep, save up our strength, and
probably dream about doing it with the young white child, making ourselves
even more horny for his virgin body.

The next day, Tyler and his mother showed up early, right after we'd
finished breakfast, and within minutes Eddie was in the car and being
whisked off to Tyler's house.  Jim and I spent a lot of our free time
"fooling" with each other, meaning we would jack each other's dicks until we
were right on the verge of coming then back off.  We had discovered long ago
that this would help us build up our reserves of semen.

Jim also had to take his usual afternoon shit, but instead of doing it in my
mouth, which surely would have made both of us lose all that come we'd
worked so hard to save up, we agreed that I would just watch him go, this
time.  We decided to do it outside, since we didn't want our moms or grandma
wondering why we were locked in the bathroom together.  (We also figured
there was still enough DDT in the air from the previous day's crop dusting
to keep any flies from bothering us.)  So, after dashing to the bathroom to
grab a roll of toilet paper, we took off behind the toolshed.

Once there, Jim pulled down and kicked off his baggy red shorts and his
drawers, rolled his tee-shirt up around his chest, and squatted on the
ground with his back to me.  Just looking at the fourteen-year-old's naked
lower back and the sweet twin curves of his light-skinned ass was making me
horny; then, right before he went, he turned, looked at me, and smiled.

"Now you gonna see just how much doonkie you be eatin'," he said, those
hazel eyes glinting mischievously.

Facing away from me again, Jim put his hands on his knees to steady himself.
Instantly, a yellow stream began to pour out in front of him, noisily
soaking the red dirt and creating a dark wet patch that grew wider and wider
until it began to pool under his sneakers.  Then, just as his flow of piss
began to dry up, his asshole blossomed open and a thick brown turd began to
push out, exiting with a soft crackling sound, getting longer and longer,
not breaking off even after it touched the ground, instead curling up into a
surprisingly neat pile until, finally, Jim contracted his sphincter, cutting
off the nearly-foot-long rope hanging out of his ass and allowing it to drop
heavily on the sizeable hunk of shit already on the ground.  The teenager
flexed his anus a few times more, squeezing out two more semisoft turds,
then, without getting up, turned around to get a look at what he had
eliminated.

"GodDAMN!" he exclaimed, admiring what he'd produced.  "Look at all that
fuckin' doonkie!  I ain' know I had to go that bad."  Then he looked up at
me and, again smiling, said, "And just think--if we wasn't waitin' for that
little white boy to come over here, I woulda dumped all that right in your
mouth."

I didn't comment, because I was staring in astonishment at the huge pile of
shit in front of me and wondering how I had ever managed to swallow Jim's
other bowel movements, all of which were probably just as massive as this
one.  But I had, and the fact that I had done so successfully not once but
several times, last summer, only confirmed for me the enormous power of a
sexual fetish and how having it realized could make the fetishist horny
enough to perform nearly superhuman feats.

"Hey, Cuz," Jim suddenly said, snatching me out of my rapture.  "You wanna
come over here and wipe me, or is that gonna make you cream?"

"I think you better handle that part yourself, this time," I said, smiling
sheepishly as my erection twitched in my shorts.  "I'm going to pick some
grapes."

As much as Jim and I were enjoying our time together, we kept wondering what
was going on at Tyler's house: How good a job was Eddie doing of promoting
our "club" to Tyler and stirring up his excitement to join it?  Well, when
we saw Mrs. Robinson's car returning to the house a lot sooner than we'd
expected, we knew that, one way or another, we would get an answer to our
question.

At first, though, we were afraid that something had gone wrong.  Maybe Mrs.
Robinson had overheard Eddie describing some of the club's secret activities
to Tyler and was bringing our little cousin back home because she didn't
want her son hanging out with a pervert.  So as the car pulled into the
yard, Jim and I hightailed it to our favorite tree, where we could hear what
Mrs. Robinson was saying without anyone noticing us.

Fortunately, Eddie realized that we would probably be anxious about the
nature of their early return, so the minute he got out of the car, he
glanced up in our tree, smiled and gave us a thumb's up.  While Jim and I
were both relieved, we still wanted to know what Mrs. Robinson had to say,
so when Grandma and Aunt Joanie came out to meet her, we strained to hear.
She was obviously saying something about Tyler, because she kept gesturing
towards him.  Finally the wind changed direction and we heard her say, "For
some reason, he insisted on coming back here to play, instead of staying at
our house.  And now he wants to spend the night.  Would that be all right
with you all?"

"Sure, that's fine," said Grandma.  "We have plenty of room."

"Well, thank you," Mrs. Robinson said with relief.  "'Cause I don't know
what I would've done with that boy if I had to tell him he couldn't stay
here with Eddie, tonight."

"And don't worry," Aunt Joanie said.  "We'll take good care of him."

"Yes, we will," Jim snickered, and I cautioned him to keep his voice down.

Mrs. Robinson gave Tyler a big hug and a kiss, embarrassing him, then said
her goodbyes to everyone else before getting back in the car, waving as she
pulled off.  Afterwards Grandma and Aunt Joanie said something to the two
boys before returning to the house.

Now by themselves, the boys were very animated, apparently excited by the
prospect of having a sleepover.  Tyler was wearing a tee shirt, cutoff denim
shorts, and sneakers, but as soon as his mother's car disappeared into the
surrounding woods, he pulled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes,
stuffing them in his knapsack.  I was glad to see this because it showed me
that even though he was a preacher's son, he had some rebelliousness in him,
and this would serve us well.  Then Tyler said something else to his friend;
that's when Eddie pointed to us in the tree.

Shirtless and barefoot, Tyler now looked, at least from my vantage point in
the tree, like any other bratty little Southern white kid.  But when Jim and
I climbed down and started walking over to the boys, I finally got to see
him up close, and the very first word that came to mind was "pretty," for
that was indeed what he was.  His bright blue eyes were set in an angelic
face, with a button nose and surprisingly full lips; and his blond hair was
tossled and long, falling across his forehead, covering his ears and
reaching just below the back of his neck.  From face to waist, the boy was
evenly tanned, proving that he usually went around without wearing a shirt.
But when he stooped down again to adjust his knapsack--giving us a sneak
peek at the top of his ass--I was amazed.  The contrast between the exposed
and unexposed skin was striking, changing abruptly from lightly bronzed to
stark white, and this excited me.  And there was something else about him,
something I couldn't quite put my finger on but that was as real as his
physical beauty.  I guess you could call it a kind of naive purity, which
surrounded him like an aura.  I'm sure Jim sensed it too, because as we came
face to face with Tyler, the sexy teenager leaned over to me and whispered,
"I can't wait to dirty that little white boy up."

"Tyler, this is my Cousin Tommy from New York," said Eddie.  "And you
already know Cousin Jimmy."

"Hey," the boy said, smiling brightly at us.

"Tyler wanted us to come back here so he could ask y'all somethin', right?"

The cute little blond nodded but didn't say anything.

"Go 'head and ask 'em," Eddie whispered, poking his friend in the ribs with
his elbow.

Staring up at us with his big blue eyes, Tyler hesitated again before
finally asking, "Can I join y'all's club?"

Neither Jim nor I answered at first; we just stared back at the boy then
looked sternly at Eddie, as if we were annoyed.

"You told him about the club?" I finally asked.

Understanding what we were doing, Eddie managed not to smile as he nodded
reluctantly.

"What you do that for?" asked Jim.  "You KNOW it's a SECRET club."

"Yeah, but he promised he wouldn't tell," Eddie pleaded.  "Didn't you, Ty?"

The boy quickly nodded.

"Cross your heart and hope to die?" Jim asked.

"Yeah, cross my heart and hope to die I won't tell nobody about the club.
So can I please join?  PLEASE?"

Jim and I just stared at him a little longer; then I said, "Wait a minute,"
upon which I grabbed Jim's arm and walked him over to a spot beyond earshot
of the two boys.  We pretended to discuss the situation, occasionally
glacing over at the boy as if considering his candidacy.  (Really, though,
we were talking about some of the nasty things we intended to do to him.)  A
couple of minutes later, we walked back over to the boys.  After a staring a
while longer at the anxious look on Tyler's face, we whispered to each other
some more then nodded.

"Okay," said Jim, "we decided to give you a chance to join our club."

Tyler's face lit up, and both he and Eddie began jumping up and down,
shouting, "Yaaaay!"

"Okay, okay," Jim said, trying to quiet them down.  "But to join, you have
to do the 'nitiation.  You know what that is?"

The boy shook his head, a blank look on his face.

"That mean you gotta do all the same things we did to join," Jim explained.
"You willin' to do that?"

"Yeah," the boy said, again nodding quickly.

"Okay, then," Jim said, glancing with a smirk at Eddie and me.  "The next
meeting of the club is tonight in my room at bedtime.  You spendin' the
night, right?"

Again Tyler gave a quick nod.  "Uh-huh."

"Good.  Then we'll give you the 'nitiation tonight, and if you do everything
we say, you can join."

Just then, Aunt Joanie called for Eddie and Tyler to come in the house.
When the two boys picked up Tyler's gear and headed inside, Jim and I headed
back to our tree.  Now that we knew for sure that the little blond would be
joining us tonight, we needed to spend some time planning his "initiation."

*************************************************

After supper, Jim, Eddie, Tyler and I all ran to the big, open back porch to
get in the swing.  Because it was a two-seater, Jim and I sat down first
then Tyler sat in Jim's lap while Eddie sat in mine.  Before Tyler took his
place, I noticed the pronounced bulge in the crotch of Jim's shorts; and I'm
sure that when the boy sat in the teenager's lap, he felt the lump pressing
into the crack of  his ass,  just as I knew Eddie felt my erection in his.
But whatever Tyler felt, he never said anything about it, not only staying
right where he was but also allowing Jim to hold him around his waist, as
Jim and I pumped the swing.

Jim and I were in the middle of pumping and humping when his mom and mine
suddenly came through the screen door.  Their unexpected appearance made me
freeze, as if Jim and I had been caught red-handed sexually abusing the two
kids.  But Jim played it cool, holding Tyler even more tightly in his lap
while continuing to swing, and urging me to do the same.  I just hoped that
Aunt Joanie didn't ask Eddie to get something for her, the way she sometimes
did, because if he got up, there was no way I would be able to hide my
raging erection.

Fortunately they were just there to confirm the sleeping arrangements.  Aunt
Joanie was concerned that there might not be enough room for all four of us
to sleep in Jim's room, so my mom suggested that I sleep on the living room
couch for the night and let Tyler sleep on my cot.  But Jim assured them
that there was plenty of room in his full-sized bed for both Eddie and
Tyler, and that he didn't mind sharing it with the two of them for one
night.  Besides, he added, that way Tyler could join us in playing our
bedtime games.

"Okay," said Aunt Joanie, "but don't y'all be keepin' that boy up all
night."

"Don't worry, Ma," Jim said with a smile, "we won't."

When our moms left, I just looked at Jim, while he smiled back.  I couldn't
believe he had played things so close to the edge with that "bedtime games"
remark, especially with Tyler sitting on his rock-hard schlong.  But then I
thought back to last summer, on my very first day here, when Jim's mom had
suggested that we make some sandwiches if we got hungry.  He'd told her I'd
eaten something already, referring to the fact that, just five minutes
earlier, I had gulped down a load of his shit.  After recalling this, I
smiled, because I knew that I should have expected the double entendre from
him.

*************************************************

The next few hours seemed to crawl by, but finally, at about nine o'clock,
as we all sat around watching TV, Aunt Joanie announced that it was time for
Eddie and Tyler to get ready for bed.  Jim and I were allowed to stay up
later, if we wanted, but of course we opted instead to "help" the two boys
get ready then "play" with them until they fell asleep.  At about nine
thirty, Aunt Joanie came in to do a bed check.  She found Eddie and Tyler in
their pajamas lying on top of the covers of Jim's bed, while Jim and I sat
on my cot reading to them from a book of riddles.  After reminding us that
the boys needed to get their rest, she said goodnight and left, closing the
door behind her.

As soon as she was gone, Jim closed the book we were reading from and said
that we should wait a few minutes to give the grownups time to get busy
doing other things before we started the meeting.  So the four us lay around
looking at each other and continually glancing at Jim's clock until, only a
minute into the wait, Jim couldn't take it anymore.  He told Eddie to come
over and sit with the two of us on the cot.  He then nodded to me, and I
stood up.

"Hear ye!  Hear ye!" I announced, trying to sound as official as I could.
"The meeting of our secret club is now called to order.  Are there any new
members to be admitted to the club?"

"Me! Me!" Tyler shouted, waving his hand wildly.

"Then come over here and be recognized."

In a flash, the little blond hopped off the bed and scurried over to stand
in front of us. He was beaming with anticipation.

"What's your name?"

"You already know my name," the boy giggled.

"I know," I whispered to him, "but we have to be official, so you need to
tell us."

Rolling his eyes, the boy said, "My name is Tyler."  (I smiled to myself,
hearing this, because his Southern accent made it sound like he'd said
"Toller.")

"And you wish to become a member of our secret club, Tyler?" I asked.

He nodded.  "Yes--yes, I do."

"Then you must take part in our official initiation.  Are you prepared to do
that?"

"Yes, sir!" he said, suddenly standing at attention and saluting us, while
trying not to laugh.

"So be it.  I now turn the meeting over to Jim, our president."

Smiling lewdly as he looked at Tyler, Jim said, "Well, for the first part of
the 'nitiation, you have to get nekkid."

We thought the boy might have a problem with this but, to our surprise, he
casually unbuttoned and removed his pajama top then, turning away from us,
just as casually pushed down and stepped out of the bottoms.  The very first
things I noticed were the tan lines at his waist and the mid-point of his
thighs.  They were so pronounced that the boy almost looked like he was
still wearing shorts.  But my eyes quickly locked in on his bare ass.  It
was small, compared to Eddie's bubble butt, but absolutely beautiful--a pair
of perfectly-formed, very white buns that, even in the limited light of the
room, gleamed.  I was especially intrigued by the translucent nature of his
skin; I could actually see tiny blue veins just under its surface, and for
some reason, this turned me on tremendously.

"Now turn back around," Jim said.

He did, and we got our first look at his prick, which was small and soft,
hanging down only about an inch and a half, and his balls, a tight white
pouch about the size of a large cherry tomato.  I was eager to see what it
would take to get the boy hard and how big his weiner would grow when he
was.

"Okay," said Jim.  "Now sit on the bed and get ready for the next part of
your 'nitiation."  As soon as the boy was seated, Jim stood up and,
unbuckling his belt, slowly pushed down his shorts and underwear.  When his
erect dick sprang out, Tyler gasped and his blue eyes got very wide.

"Dang!  You got a BIG penis!"

"It's not too big to fit in your mouth, though."

The boy's look of surprise instantly turned into one of fear. "Y-you want me
to...to put my mouth on it?"

"No, boy," said Jim.  "I want you to SUCK on it like a big ol' lollipop."

Now blushing, Tyler said softly, "But you ain't suppose to put your mouth on
nobody's penis."

"You wanna join the club, don't you?" Jim asked, waving his stiff cock up
and down.

"...yeah."

"Then you gotta do what everybody else did, and everybody else sucked this,"
said Jim, motioning to his still-bobbing dick.  "Right?"

Both Eddie and I quickly agreed, as Tyler looked at us.

"Well?" Jim asked.  "You still wanna join or not?"

After some hesitation, the boy finally said, "Okay, I'll do it, but you
better not pee in my mouth."

"Don't worry," Jim said, "I couldn't piss right now if I wanted to."  He
turned his head and winked at me, which made me smile.

Taking his place in front of Tyler, Jim held the back of the boy's head with
his left hand then gripped the base of his cock with his right and pressed
the crown to the boy's lips.  The cute little blond just stared up at him
with those big baby-blues.

"You ready?"

Tyler gave a quick nod and I watched spellbound as he surrendered himself to
the teenager's will, immediately losing nine year's worth of church-going
innocence as Jim's dick pushed all the way inside his virgin mouth, not
stopping until his balls were pressing up against the boy's chin.  I was
surprised that the little blond was able to take all six inches without
coughing or gagging because, having sucked Jim's dick myself, I knew that
the head must have been lodged somewhere in the boy's throat.  But he was
obviously intent on joining our club, so with his eyes shut tight, he was
taking it like a trooper.

Being that Tyler was able to take the full length of his dick so easily, Jim
wasted no time with preliminaries.  After pulling off his tee-shirt, he
placed both hands firmly on the little white boy's head and proceeded to
fuck his mouth hard, his pole repeatedly plunging down the youngster's
throat, his crotch crashing into his face, and his balls bouncing off his
chin as he took the child's oral virginity.  And through it all, Tyler
didn't as much as whimper, even when it seemed like Jim was going to knock
his head off with the force of his thrusts.  Meanwhile Eddie and I had both
undressed and were masturbating furiously as we watched the brutal scene.

"Shit!" Jim panted, as he continued to rape the cute blond's mouth. "This
little fucker give some good fuckin' head, to say he never done it before."

I could tell how turned on Jim was, and being that he hadn't come since
yesterday, I knew his orgasm was right around the corner.  I was also sure
Jim would have preferred to ejaculate in the boy's mouth.  It certainly
would have been a lot easier for him to do that, and I would have had fun
watching Tyler trying to choke down the shitload of semen Jim had stored up.
  But I also knew that Jim wanted even more to put on a show for Eddie and
me, while further humiliating the little white boy, and that meant giving
Tyler his first facial.

Sure enough, after mouth-fucking the boy for a couple of minutes more, Jim
suddenly pulled his cock from between his lips with a wet "pop," snatching
out several strands of spit.  Then, grasping his shaft, Jim began to jerk
off right in front of Tyler, whose nose was no more than an inch away from
the head of Jim's dick.  The youngster's eyes narrowed as he watched the
fourteen-year-old quizzically.

"Hey, boy," Jim said, breathing more and more heavily and yanking harder and
harder at his prong.  "You know what comin' is?"

Tyler's brow furrowed and he shook his head.

"Well, just keep lookin' at that little hole in my dick and I'll show you."

"You ain't gonna pee on me, are you?"

"No, I PROMISE not to do that," Jim said, motioning for Eddie and me to sit
on either side of our pledge and hold his hands.

For the next several seconds there was silence, except for the sound of
Jim's labored breathing, and stillness, except for the frantic motion of
Jim's fist pumping his shaft, as Jim, Eddie and I all focused on Tyler,
eagerly anticipating his reaction to his first facial.  We didn't have to
wait long.

"Oh, fuck!  I'm comin'!" Jim suddenly groaned, grimacing as he fought to
hold his voice down.  "Take it right in your fuckin' face, you little
blue-eyed bitch!"

Well, all I can say is, of all the sperm showers I'd witnessed up to that
point in my life, this one topped them all.  Grasping the top of Tyler's
head with his free hand, Jim actually hesitated for a second or two,
squeezing his erection tight, building up the pressure of his impending
ejaculation, as the little white boy stared closely at the black teenager's
piss hole; when Jim finally let go, a stream of sperm blasted out of his
cock and hit Tyler right in his eye, making him jerk back in shock, as if
the force of the stream itself had knocked him backwards.

"Oh!  Oh!" Tyler cried out, as a seemingly endless barrage of come now
squirted out of Jim's dick and splattered all over the nine-year-old's face,
soaking it.

Obviously shocked at being so suddenly doused, the boy's natural reaction
was to try to get away from the source of the sticky shower.  But Eddie and
I were already holding his hands, and when he tried to turn his head, we
both used our other hand to help Jim steer his head back into the line of
fire (though not before Jim had painted a line of come across the side of
the boy's face and into his momentarily exposed ear).

It seemed to take forever but Jim finally finished spurting his load in
Tyler's face.  When he was done, there was still a long, gooey strand of
come hanging from his piss slit, so he leaned forward and wiped it off in
the boy's hair, making several passes through his silky blond locks before
stepping back.

"GodDAMN, boy!" Jim said, as he stared at Tyler's spermed-up face.  "Look
what you made me do to you!  That's what you get for suckin' my dick so
good!"

Eddie and I both let go of Tyler and stepped in front of him to get a better
look at Jim's handiwork.  What we saw made us both gasp: The boy's entire
face was covered with come! I mean, it was EVERYwhere--thick strings of
white goo crisscrossing his cheeks and lips and hanging off his chin, a big
blob stuck to his eyelid and eyelash, even a gob clinging to the end of his
nose, while another clogged one nostril.  There was also a patch of matted
hair where Jim had cleaned himself off.  It looked as though not one but a
trio of randy teenagers had shot their loads in the little blond's face.

Tyler just sat there in stunned silence.  Breathing heavily, he seemed to be
right on the verge of crying but trying his best to brave it, refusing to
allow the tears to fall.  But when I glanced down at the boy's crotch, I
noticed that what had been an inch-and-half-long noodle was now a
three-and-a-half-inch-long rod.  So despite having been thoroughly
humiliated, he had nonetheless gotten horny; and this led me to believe that
what we'd surmised about him may have been right, and that any tears he
might shed at this point would most likely be tears of confusion.

"Show him how he look," said Jim, finally pulling his bunched-up shorts and
drawers off his ankles.

Right away Eddie and I grabbed Tyler by his arms, stood him up, and led him
over to the mirror behind the door to Jim's room.  When the boy saw himself
with the one eye he was able to open, he too gasped. "Oh, my God!  Oh, my
God!"

"Shhh!  Don't worry," said Jim.  "It ain't gonna STAY that way.  Matter of
fact, Eddie and Tommy are gonna clean you right now, ain't y'all?"

"Yep!" Eddie and I said at the same time, and we promptly led him back to
the bed, sat him back down, then practically leaped on top of him, actually
knocking him flat on his back, as we started working on his face with our
tongues.

"Wha...what y'all doin'?!" the nine-year-old demanded.

"Oh," said Jim, "you thought they was gonna WASH it off, huh?"  He chuckled.
  "Well, that's not the way we do things.  In our club, everything that
comes OUT of somebody goes IN somebody else."

Yeah, I thought, smiling to myself, in other words, everything that comes
out of Jim goes in me and Eddie.  But, being certified bottoms, we were okay
with that.  Then, as I cleaned the sperm out of Tyler's nose, I began to
wonder just how much of Jim's come, piss and shit Eddie and I had consumed
over the past couple of days, and that's when it occurred to me that, since
I'd gotten here, Jim hadn't used once the toilet, even opting to go
outdoors, this afternoon, when he couldn't use my or Eddie's mouth.

Naturally that thought made me hornier, and I decided to make a little
detour as I licked Tyler's face, first sucking the come off his chin, then
lapping up the globs on his neck before working my tongue across his chest
(making sure to suck both of his tiny nipples), down his stomach, into his
navel, back to his stomach, through his pubic area and, finally, over his
balls, along his shaft and onto the head of his prick, which I gently took
between my lips.

"Ooh," the boy gasped, flinching.  I quickly stuck my hands underneath him,
sinking my fingers in his soft white ass while sucking his whole boner into
my mouth, and the boy began to moan.

"Yeah, Cuz!" said Jim.  "Suck that little white dick!  Make the little
fucker come!"

That was exactly what I was working towards, lifting Tyler's ass every time
I swallowed his prick and also stopping every now and then to flick my
tongue around the glans.  I'm sure my actions would have brought the boy to
orgasm if, at that time, Jim hadn't dug down into his bag of perversions and
come up with something so irresistable that it diverted my attention.

"Wait a minute, y'all," he suddenly said, "I gotta blow my nose."

But instead of reaching for the box of Kleenex on the nightstand, Jim came
over and stood where Tyler was lying on the bed. Smiling devilishly at the
boy, he pressed a finger over one nostril, closing it, then leaned over and
blew as hard as he could, sending a slimy wad of snot flying out of the open
nostril and smack onto the horrified boy's face.

"Nnnngghh!" Tyler groaned, frowning but not wanting to open his mouth, since
the snot had landed across his nose, lips and chin.  And that frown got
worse when Jim pulled at the long strand of snot that was still hanging out
of his nose and flung it on Tyler's eyelid and cheek.  He then wiped his
snotty fingers off--where else?--in the boy's hair.

The disgusting act, along with Tyler's reaction to it, made me horny as
hell.  Pulling the boy's prick out of my mouth and letting go of his ass, I
moved up, cupped his other cheeks in my hands, and began to lick Jim's snot
off his face, while Eddie took over for me on the boy's prick.  Small
boogers were mixed in with the slime but, of course, finding them just made
me hotter, and within a couple of minutes I had sucked all of the contents
of Jim's nose off the boy's cute little frowning mug.  When I was done, I
turned and looked at Jim.  Noticing a trail of leftover snot running out of
his nose, I got up, took his cheeks in my hands, and began to suck up that
snot too, finishing by drilling the tip of my tongue into his nostril to get
the last bit, as Jim kept saying "Ewwww!  Gross!!" over and over, in mock
disgust.  By the time I was done, the trail of snot had been replaced by a
trail of spit.

Meanwhile Eddie was working hard on his friend, his fingers now digging into
the boy's ass and his mouth pumping up and down on his pale pole.  Tyler
seemed to have already forgotten about the snot episode, as he lay there
moaning with his head thrown back and his hands clutching Eddie's bobbing
head.

"Shit, look at 'em go," Jim whispered, as we sat on my cot watching them.
"That little blue-eyed fucker's really gettin' into it."

"Yeah, and it looks like he's just about ready to come," I noted, as I went
back to jacking myself off.

Sure enough, it took our experienced little cousin only about thirty seconds
to draw an orgasm out of his friend.  Jim and I were captivated as we
watched     Tyler stiffen, arch his back and, with a grimace, pull Eddie's
head hard into his crotch, pushing his pecker as far into the ten-year-old's
mouth as he could.

"Aah! Aah! Aah!" the boy yipped, while below him Eddie kept his lips locked
around the base of his friend's cocklet and his nose buried in his groin.
And with Tyler in the midst of his orgasm, Jim stepped over the two boys,
sat down on the blond's face and farted right in his nose.

"Mmpphh!" Tyler complained, trying to turn his head.  But Jim just sat down
harder.

"Smell that fuckin' poont, bitch!" Jim said, grinding his ass in the boy's
face.  "It'll make you come harder!"

I got up to get a closer look at the action, but the moment the smell of
Jim's fart hit my nose, it triggered my orgasm.  Noticing the sudden change
in my breathing, Jim looked up and, seeing me standing there, lifted his ass
off Tyler's face and moved to the side.

"Shoot it in his mouth," he said with an evil grin.

While Eddie finished sucking down whatever sperm Tyler's orgasm had
produced, I got up on the bed, kneeled over the blond's tense face, and
stuck my dick in his mouth, pushing it balls-deep in one easy stroke.  I
then leaned over and began to hump his head, slamming my erection in and out
of the boy's spitty mouth.  I was so close to coming that I was only able to
fuck him for maybe a minute before my orgasm swept over me.

"Shit!" I groaned, trembling.  "I'm coming!"  Looking underneath myself, I
saw Tyler wince as I jammed all seven inches of my prick down his throat.

"Yeah, Cuz!" Jim said, who was now on his hands and knees with Eddie's face
buried between his ass cheeks.  "Shoot every drop of your fuckin' shit in
that bitch's mouth!  Make him fuckin' swallow it!"

I could feel my dick pulsating against the smooth walls of Tyler's
esophagus, and I could hear the boy making all kinds of weird gurgling
sounds as I squirted my abundant load of semen down his throat. Two seconds
later I heard a loud "brrrrrppp!" after which I heard Jim say to Eddie, "Now
YOU smell it, bitch, just like your little friend did!"

"Fuck, that feels good," I moaned, as I sniffed the shitty air and continued
to come in the little white boy's mouth.  For a moment, my mind wandered,
and I imagined the irony of Tyler all dressed up in his Sunday best, his
face scrubbed clean and his blond hair neatly combed, sitting next to his
mother in the front pew of his daddy's church, listening to a sermon about
"the sins of the flesh," while millions of my sperm cells swam around in his
tummy.

At last I finished emptying my balls in Tyler's mouth.  For a while I just
continued to lie there, as my dick slowly deflated.  When it shrank a little
more, the boy coughed, making the head pop out of his throat and sending a
stream of come oozing out of his left nostril.  I finally pulled my cock
from between his lips.  After coughing a couple of times more, the little
blond inhaled through his nose, sucking the leaking come back into it,  then
looked up at me with those big blue eyes.

"So NOW am I a member of the club?" he asked.

"Not yet," said Jim.  "You still have to pass the Butthole Test."

"What's that?"

Jim turned to me and smiled.  "I think Cousin Tommy can explain it a little
better than me."

It caught me off guard to suddenly be made the ringmaster of our little
circus, but I graciously accepted the symbolic hat my teenaged cousin had
tossed to me and stuck it on my head.  "Okay, Tyler, for this part of the
initiation, you have to lay face down, so turn over."

After glancing at all three of us, as we sat in a circle around him, Tyler
sighed, pursed his lips and flipped onto his stomach.  I took a couple of
minutes to further admire his cute little ass, running my hand over it
several times before clearing my throat and saying, "Well, first, we need to
see how your butthole looks inside, so I'm going to spread it open, okay?"

"Okay," he responded, not looking back at us.

Leaning over, I placed my palms on the boy's ass and was amazed that it
nearly disappeared beneath them.  I was also struck by the contrast in color
between my fingers and Tyler's behind.  Next to Jim, or even Eddie, my
darkness was more than apparent, but next to Tyler, it was more than
obvious.

I proceeded to spread Tyler's small white ass cheeks apart and smiled when I
saw his anus.  A tiny pale-pink hole with very little pucker, it was hard to
imagine it opening wide enough to allow a fat turd out, much less to let a
fat prick in.  In fact, it was hard to believe that anything as big and
nasty as a turd had ever pushed out of such a sweet, pristine-looking
opening.  But as improbable as either scenario may have seemed, I knew that
Tyler had taken a monster shit many times in his young life and that his
little hole could indeed stretch open wide enough to accommodate an exiting
turd or an entering cock.

First, though, I needed to see how this pretty little asshole smelled; so,
maintaining my grasp on the boy's buns, I pressed my face between them and
sniffed heartily.  I was pleased when a strong odor of shit filled my nose,
and I took several moments to savor it.

"What you doin'?" asked Tyler.  "Smellin' my doodie hole?"

"Mm-hm," I answered, keeping my face plastered between the smooth white
mounds.

"But don't it stink up in there?"

I responded by pushing my face even more tightly between Tyler's cheeks,
sniffing some more, and moaning in satisfaction.  A part of me wanted to
explain to the boy why it was such a turn-on for me to have my nose stuck up
his shitty little white ass, but I myself didn't entirely understand why, so
I decided to forego the attempt.  And if I was unprepared to tell him why I
enjoyed smelling his ass, I certainly wasn't ready to explain what I did
next.

Indeed, when Tyler felt the tip of my tongue probing the surface of his
anus, he gasped and tensed up, no doubt shocked that I would do something so
forbidden.  He promptly lifted his torso and turned his head around to look
at me, his face flushed and his blue eyes wide with disbelief.

"NOW what you tryin' to do?  LICK my doodie hole?"

When I nodded, the boy frowned.

"But ain't you scared of gettin' doodie in your mouth?"

"No," I said, "that doesn't bother me at all, Tyler.  So just relax and let
me do my thing, 'cause it's part of what we have to do to you in order for
you to belong to the club, okay?"

"Okay, but watch out," he warned, "'cause it's right 'round the time I
usually be havin' to doodie, so there might be some in there."

As my heart began to race, I thought, If this boy knew how horny I got from
what he just said, he'd probably run out of here!  The idea that I might
very likely end up with a stomach full of his shit was driving me nuts.  But
I kept my cool and, after taking a deep breath, simply said, "Don't worry,
I'll be careful"; then I glanced over at Jim and Eddie, and I wasn't a bit
surprised to see both of them wearing--naturally--shit-eating grins.  After
grinning back at them, I turned around, spread Tyler's ass cheeks as far
apart as I could, and thrust my tongue in his anus.

"Oooohh!" the boy moaned, as my tongue slithered into him on its "search and
recover" mission.  "It feel like a big ol' worm tryin' to crawl in my doodie
hole."

More like a snake, I thought, as I spread the boy's asshole open even wider
and tried to force the full length of my tongue inside him.  Much to my
delight, I discovered that Tyler's intestines were indeed holding what he
was afraid I might run into, and I managed to suck out and swallow several
small pieces of it.  But when I began probing even deeper, something blocked
my tongue.  At that point, I withdrew my tongue, pulled my face out of his
ass, and just sat back, enjoying the beauty of his face-down nude form while
figuring out how to tell the little white boy what I wanted--what I
NEEDED--next from him.

When Tyler realized that I was taking too long to return to licking his
asshole, he lifted his head and turned to look at me.  "What's the matter?"

"Nothing," I said.  "It's just that...well...I just need to know if--"

"Hey, boy," Jim said, taking over for me.  "Didn't you just say you had to
doonkie?"

"Yeah," he said, lifting his head to look at Jim, who was sitting on his
haunches in front of him.

"Well, if you wanna join the club, you have to doonkie in a special place."

"Where?"

"In his mouth," Jim said, smiling.

All I heard was a gasp as Tyler continued to look at Jim.  From my position
behind the boy, I could see only the back of his golden head, but I was
imagining the look of shock on the his face.  And when he spun around to
stare at me, he was wearing just that expression, his eyes and mouth wide
with disbelief.

"You want me to doodie in your MOUTH?!" he asked me directly, as if to make
sure he'd heard Jim right.

I smiled and nodded.

"Why you want me to do that?"

"Because...well...I'm the Official Toilet of the club," I said, glancing
over at Jim and Eddie, both of whom seemed intrigued by my hastily concocted
explanation.

"You mean, both of them did a doodie in your mouth?" the boy asked, looking
more confused than ever.

"Yep," I said, and when Tyler looked at Jim and Eddie for confirmation and
they both gave it, he looked back at me with a frown.

"And when they did it, did you...I mean, did you...?"

"Eat it?" I asked, both identifying with and turned on by his reluctance to
voice what he was thinking.  "Of course.  The last time you did a number two
and flushed the toilet, did it go down or come back up?"

"It went down," Tyler finally mumbled.

"Well, since I'm the Official Toilet, yours'll go down here," I said,
opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out.

"Dang!" said the little white boy, his face scrunched up into a look of
utter disgust.  "How can you eat somethin' so stink without gettin' sick?"

"I don't know.  I guess I have a strong stomach.  But I'll only do it if
you're REALLY serious about joining the club.  Are you?"

Tyler nodded cautiously.

"Then you can go to the bathroom in my mouth.  You okay with that?"

"I think so," said Tyler, still frowning.  "But I ain't never heard of
nobody eatin' somebody's doodie, before."

I just smiled and thought, Well, then, you haven't been talking to your own
little friend very much, have you?  I started to say something to Jim, but
he had already jumped off the bed and dashed to his closet.  Digging out the
same blanket he had used behind the toolshed when he had taken a shit in
Eddie's mouth, he hastily spread it on the floor next to the bed; then he
and Eddie got down on their hands and knees at one end of the blanket.

"Come on," I said to Tyler.

We got off the bed and I stretched out on the stained blanket, laying my
head on the end where my cousins were waiting, while Tyler stood there
watching me with his mouth open and that same
"I-don't-believe-this-is-happening" look on his face.

"Okay, come over here and squat over my mouth."

Obviously still skeptical about what I said I would do, the nine-year-old
was slow to make his way over to where I lay. But I also knew that he was
far too curious to see if I would follow through with my vow to serve as his
toilet, so when I shut my eyes for about a minute then opened them again, I
wasn't surprised to see the boy's ass hovering over my face.

As I stared up at Tyler's smooth ass cheeks and pouting anus, I was beside
myself, tingling from head to toe in lustful anticipation of receiving this
young white boy's bodily waste.  Again I reflected on how differently things
had turned out this summer from what I'd expected. For a solid year I had
looked forward to coming back here to serve as Jim's toilet again, but that
hadn't even happened yet.  Instead I had swallowed the bowel movement of my
ten-year-old cousin, he had eaten Jim's turds, and now his nine-year-old
blue-eyed blond friend--a preacher's son, no less!--was about to take a shit
in my mouth.  It was so perfect that I could never in a million years have
planned anything close to it, and I was very grateful that such serendipity
had come my way.

"Here it come!" Tyler suddenly said, yanking me out of my musings.

As I watched the little blond's asshole begin to dilate, any remaining
doubts I'd had about its ability to stretch were immediately dispelled.  In
seconds his pinprick of an anus became the size of a dime, then a nickel,
then a quarter, then a fifty-cent piece, as a warm brown turd slowly made
its way along his colon.  And as it began to inch out of him, I was again
turned on by contrasting colors, this time the darkness of the boy's
advancing shit next to the whiteness of his skin.

"GodDAMN!" Jim said, as he watched Tyler doing his business.  "He's making a
BIG ol' doonkie!"

Tyler's turd was indeed impressive, and for a hot second I worried about my
ability to swallow it all.  But I was so excited by the prospect of
devouring this boy's excrement that I was sure my enthusiasm alone would see
me through, just as it had when I'd eaten Jim's and Eddie's shit.
Fortunately Tyler's shit wasn't as thick as it first appeared, so I was able
to bite into it and gulp it down in quick, steady intervals, as it pushed
its way out of the boy's bowels.

"Ewwww!" Eddie said, frowning as he stared down at me.  "That look so
NASTY!"  Only after he said this did I realize that my little cousin had
never actually SEEN anyone being shitted in the mouth or eating shit before.
  Yes, he had taken a shit in my mouth, but I had slurped it all down and
cleaned his asshole before he'd gotten a chance to watch me eat it.  And, of
course, it was completely different being on the receiving end of the
shit-eating, the way he was with Jim.  So I could understand his initial
revulsion, part of which, I'm sure, came from the realization that he
himself had performed the same vile act.

"Yeah, DO it, you fuckin' pervert!" Jim urged me, his face only a few inches
away from mine.  "Eat that doonkie right outta his nasty little white ass!"

As I continued to do exactly what Jim said, now holding that "nasty little
white ass" in my palms as I wolfed down Tyler's smelly turds, I felt a tiny
stream suddenly hit my chest, as the cute little blond released his bladder.
  But the warm flow had just barely intensified before it stopped
altogether.

"Oh, my God!" Tyler yelped.  "Eddie, what you doin'?!  You gonna get sick
doin' that!"

"No, he won't," said Jim.  "He's used to drinkin' piss.  So just shut up and
enjoy it."

Only then did I hear a less desperate version of the hard swallowing I'd
heard early yesterday morning, when Jim had emptied his bladder down Eddie's
throat.  I tried to imagine what Tyler was thinking through all this.  His
brain had to be reeling at the notion that these two black cousins were
taking into their mouths what he usually deposited in the toilet.  And that
this was something we WANTED to do must have really freaked him out.  I was
beginning to wonder how all this was affecting his strict Christian
upbringing when my pondering was punctured by a loud gulp accompanied by a
jerk, which was transferred through Tyler's body into my hands.

"Suck my dick again, you white fucker!" I heard Jim say.  "And put a lot of
spit on it, so I'll be ready."

Ready? I thought, as Jim again banged away at Tyler's face, shaking both of
us with every in-stroke.  The unexpected mouth fuck caused Tyler to tense
up, which locked his bowels and stopped the flow of shit.  But I was
actually grateful for the respite, because it gave me a chance to chew up
and gobble down what was already packed in my mouth.  My timing was perfect,
because as soon as the little boy's poop was on its way to my stomach, Jim
ripped his cock out of the boy's mouth, causing him to finally relax again,
which allowed him to finish going to the bathroom in Eddie and me.  Seconds
later, I once more glimpsed Jim's face right next to mine.

"Damn!" he said with surprise.  "That little fucker's STILL doonkying!"
Then he laughed, adding, "I knew his little white ass was full of shit!"  I
wanted to laugh too, but I was too busy holding my mouth wide open again,
attempting to catch the last part of the little blond's foul load.

Finally, after several more long minutes, Tyler emptied his bowels.  He
flexed his sphincter three or four times more, but nothing else came out, so
I began chewing loudly on my last big mouthful of shit.  At any moment I
expected his ass to disappear from above me and his face to appear, as he
turned around to watch me eat it.  But while his ass did indeed move from
over my face, it just kept going up, as if his body were suddenly lighter
than air and was floating away.  That's because Jim had lifted the boy up
and was now placing him face-down on the bed, leaving his two human toilets
on the floor, looking at each other.  When I saw Eddie's jaws puffed out and
his lips puckered shut, as if he were holding something in his mouth, I
smiled, silently thanking the boy for saving me some of what he'd been
given, then stopped chewing and just lay there with my shit-filled mouth
wide open.  The ten-year-old scrambled over, leaned over my face and slowly
spat Tyler's piss in my mouth.  When the last drops fell, accompanied by
some frothy blobs of Eddie's spit, he leaned over even further, pressed his
lips to mine, and sucked some of the nasty concoction back into his own
mouth.  After smiling at me and swallowing, he shifted his attention to what
was happening on the bed.

"Just stay right there on your stomach, boy," I heard Jim say.

"But I ain't wiped yet," Tyler replied.

"Don't worry 'bout that.  Cousin Tommy'll wipe you later.  First I gotta
give you the last part of your 'nitiation, so you can join the club.  You
still want to, right?"

Still chewing up Tyler's piss-softened shit, I managed to pull myself onto
the bed just in time to see the blue-eyed blond turn his head to the side
and nod uncertainly in answer to Jim's question.

"Okay, then.  So turn your head back around, close your eyes, and whatever
you do, don't move and don't cry, okay?"

Instead of responding, the boy just did what Jim said.  Then Eddie whispered
something to him, and Tyler, after giving his friend a puzzled look, pressed
his face into the pillow that Eddie had just placed under his head.
Swallowing the last of the nine-year-old's bowel movement, I crawled closer
to where Jim was kneeling over his prone figure and waited.  I still
couldn't get over how dark my light-skinned cousin looked next to the little
white boy, and again this contrast heightened my libido, as I began to pull
at my re-hardening dick.

Since Eddie and I were on either side of Tyler, Jim told us to "spread him
open for me," and we immediately grabbed one ass cheek each and pulled,
exposing the boy's shit-smeared anus.

"That's good," Jim said and, placing his cock against the little white boy's
yawning pooper, he began to lean forward. I knew that, having just released
their load, Tyler's bowels would be stretched open more than usual and much
easier for my sexy cousin to get into.  And indeed, with steady pressure, he
was able to wedge the smooth, blunt nose of his dick into Tyler's asshole.
The moment it popped in, there was a gasp from Jim accompanied by a muted
squeal from the little blond.  Then Eddie and I let go of Tyler's buns,
allowing his anus to close around Jim's prong.  Afterwards Jim just held his
ground, waiting for the boy to get used to the feeling of the backdoor
invasion.

Eager to see how Tyler was taking his loss of virginity, I crouched down to
get a look at his face.  With his head now turned to the side again, I saw
that he didn't seem to be as distressed as I expected him to be, as he was
wearing just a moderate frown and his breathing was just a bit labored.  But
he wasn't moving and he wasn't crying, and these were both good signs.  I
then quietly reminded Jim that he needed to proceed as carefully as
possible, since we didn't want to send Tyler home with a split, bleeding
asshole, and the fourteen-year-old nodded that he understood.

Bracing himself on the mattress with both arms, Jim just continued to lean
forward farther and farther, using the weight of his upper body to force
himself inside the boy.  And as his dick slowly sank into Tyler's anus, a
steady muffled moan emerged from the opposite end of the boy's digestive
tract.  Before I knew it, all six inches of Jim's cock had been crammed into
the boy's colon.

"GodDAMN, this some tight boonkie!" Jim said, as he lay on top of the boy,
his small white frame nearly invisible under Jim's muscular teenaged figure.

While I was eager to watch Jim fuck Tyler's little white ass, I didn't want
to be completely idle while doing so, so I motioned for Eddie to come over.

"Hey, little cousin, since I fucked you up the butt yesterday, I figure it's
your turn to do me."

The ten-year-old's face lit up.  "Really?"

"Yep.  Have you ever stuck your stiffy up anybody's ass before?"

"Uhn-uh," he said, shaking his head.

"I didn't think so.  Well, don't worry.  It's not hard.  Once you get it in
there, you'll know what to do.  Just make sure to lube me up a little before
you start."

I turned over onto my stomach, making sure to position myself so I could
continue to watch Jim and Tyler.  Eddie wasted no time jumping between my
spread-open legs, sticking his face in my butt, and jamming his tongue up my
asshole, making me shiver.

"Ooh, yeah, Eddie, eat my ass," I moaned.  "And spit as much as you can in
there.  Get it good and wet for your dick."

Eddie kept up the anilingus for a considerable time, but as good as it felt,
I told him to stop, because I was looking forward to feeling his prick
inside me.  When he climbed on top of me, I was struck right away by the
very different feel of his softer, lighter body on my back compared to Jim's
harder, heavier one.  And instead of undergoing the shock of having a thick
six-inch pole shoved up my ass, I experienced the delicious pleasure of
being plugged by a slim four-inch peter.

By this time, Jim had nearly completed his first withdrawal from Tyler's
asshole, and I was delighted to see his shaft coated with the little blond's
shit.  It wasn't only because I knew it would make a good lubricant; it was
mostly because I was hoping for a good, nasty ass fuck, and it looked like I
was going to get my wish.

Apparently keeping in mind what I'd said about not hurting Tyler, Jim slowly
pushed his prong back into the boy's anus then again carefully pulled out
all but the head.  He continued to do this over and over, with an amazing
degree of patience, until the nine-year-old gradually became accustomed to
the sensation and Jim was able to establish a steady fuck rhythm.

As this was going on, Eddie was already busy pounding away at my ass,
pistoning my poop chute with the kind of youthful exuberance and energy that
only a boy his age can muster.  For a while, I just closed my eyes and
savored the feeling of his body bumping and twitching on top of me and the
sound of his short breathing as he drove his pecker into my spasming anus.

Beside me, Jim was beginning to fuck Tyler with the same gusto he had when
fucking Eddie and me.   I knew this even with my eyes closed, because of the
familiar sounds--Jim's crotch slapping against Tyler's ass, the mattress
creaking under them, Jim's heavy breathing, Tyler's muffled grunting, and
underneath it all, that subtle squishy noise every time the boy's mucky
shitter was skewered by the teenager's steely pole.  When I finally opened
my eyes and actually saw my cousin jabbing his shit-streaked cock into
Tyler's overstretched anus, while the boy clutched the sheets and kept his
face pressed into the pillow, I almost came right on the spot.

"Take it, you fuckin' pussy!" Jim growled.  "Take my dick right up your
little white Sunday-school boonkie!"

I had never before seen Jim quite so intense, and that intensity mesmerized
me.  He acted like Tyler was the only pre-teen white kid he would ever get
to fuck, so he needed to make the most of this sole opportunity by banging
the boy's booty with all the passion he could muster.  Jim was working so
hard that droplets of sweat began to sprout on his face and torso, droplets
that  sprinkled all over Tyler's back every time the teenager slammed into
him.   His actions were also heating up the leftover shit in the blue-eyed
blond's ass, and the fetid aroma soon began to waft into my nose, making me
even hornier, as I was now able not only to watch and hear but also smell
the nasty ass fuck I'd hoped to experience.

"I hope he ain't hurtin' him," a breathy voice said from above me, and I
noticed that my asshole was no longer being stuffed with as much fervor as
it had been just a couple of minutes ago.

At first I didn't respond, as I tried to study Tyler's reaction to the
bone-jarring ass fuck Jim was giving him.  But with the boy just lying there
passively with his face buried in the pillow, I simply wasn't sure how he
was taking things.  So to ease Eddie's concern I said, "Don't worry.  He'll
be fine," while hoping the ten-year-old wouldn't notice the uncertainty in
my voice.  Apparently he didn't, because it wasn't long before I again felt
that four-inch rod digging resolutely into my anus.

As the tandem fucking continued, Jim, at one point, thrust his tool all the
way up Tyler's ass then just lay there.  He can't be coming this soon, I
said to myself, staring anxiously.  Suddenly, with a grunt, he rolled over
onto his back, carrying the youngster with him.  With the boy now on top and
Jim's strong arms hugging him close, I could see my cousin's balls pressed
tightly between the pones of Tyler's ass, but there was no trace of his
dick; every inch of it was buried inside the little white boy's distended
shithole.  But what I saw right above this was just as interesting and
instantly let me know how Tyler felt about being used as a bottom--his fully
erect pecker.  I was pleased to see that suffering the pain and indignity of
having his rectum aggressively reamed out by an oversexed teenager had not
stopped him from getting a hard-on.

Telling Eddie to "hang on a minute," I carefully maneuvered around until I
was right in front of Tyler, close enough, in fact, to lean over and slip
his erection between my lips, so when Jim began to bounce the boy up and
down on his straining whang, he was simultaneously fucking Tyler's prick
into my mouth.  Apparently seeing this, Eddie went back to fucking my ass
hard.  Then I felt a pair of hands on my head and I realized that the
blue-eyed blond tyke was holding on to me, urging me to finish what I'd
started doing to him earlier, when Eddie had taken over for me.

"So, white boy, how you like gettin' fucked up your boonkie while gettin'
your dick sucked?" Jim rasped, steadily plugging Tyler's ass.

"Oooooo!" Tyler moaned, closing his eyes and laying his head against Jim's
chest.  "It feel so gooood!"

"Wow!" Eddie whispered to me, as he continued to plow my poop chute, "I
didn't expect him to say that.  He always told me he'd NEVER let nobody put
they dick up his butt, 'cause it would hurt too much."

Of course I couldn't respond, since I was still busy sucking the boy's dick,
but I reminded myself to explain to my little cousin how most people don't
truly know what they like or don't like until they try it, just like he
didn't know he liked eating shit until he ate Jim's.  I had to admit,
though, that I too had had my doubts about how well Tyler would adapt to our
little games. Fortunately he was a duck and our sex play was water, and it
didn't seem to matter how deep or vast that water was.

After thoroughly probing what used to be the virgin territory of Tyler's
anal canal, Jim prepared to christen it.  Holding on to the boy's thighs, he
pumped his hips wildly, driving his dick in and out of the blond's butthole
at an incredible pace.  Suddenly he stiffened as if a bolt of lightning had
hit him.  Wrapping his arms around Tyler, Jim lifted his hips high off the
bed, shoving his cock as far up the nine-year-old's ass as it would go.  And
while all this was happening, it was all I could do to keep my mouth
fastened to Tyler's dick.

"Fuck!" Jim groaned, hugging the boy close and shivering all over, as his
orgasm rippled though him.  "I'm comin'!  Take it right up your white ass,
you fuckin' pussy!"

"Ooooh, yeah!" Tyler moaned.  "Shoot it in my butt, Cousin Jimmy!  I want
it!"

While I couldn't see Jim's face from my position between Tyler's legs, I
could almost feel him smiling with me, as the boy's utterance caused the
last piece of our plan to fall into place.  Now that he was asking for it,
even to the point of calling Jim "cousin," we could take him anywhere we
wanted.  And as Jim's dick throbbed right below where I was sucking, filling
the little blond's shit chute with spurt after spurt of hot sperm, it was
clear that the first place we were going to take him was to his next orgasm,
as Tyler gasped, froze, and pulled down hard on my head.

"Ooooh, Cousin Tommy, I'm comin'!  Suck it!  Suck it!"

"That's right, Cuz, suck his dick!" Jim joined in, as he continued to shoot
sperm up the boy's ass.  "Suck the fuckin' come outta it!"

I could feel Tyler's prick first swelling then pulsating between my lips,
and a few seconds later, I swore I felt a few drops of semen hit my tongue.

Meanwhile, on top of me, Eddie was still fucking away, ramming his four-inch
rod up my ass as hard as he could, sweating on my back, and breathing more
and more heavily. Finally, the ten-year-old could no longer hold his orgasm
at bay and, poking his pecker into me one last time, he clung to my back and
began to shake all over.

"Oo! Oo! Oo!" Eddie cooed, sounding just like a bird as he pressed his face
into my neck, and I could feel the boy's tool throbbing as he shot his spunk
in my asshole.  When I felt my little cousin relax, I used my sphincter to
milk his softening shaft of any remaining drops of sperm.  While I was doing
this, I was surprised when he whispered in my ear, "Cousin Tommy, now I have
to pee.  Can I go in your butt?"

"Sure," I whispered back, terribly excited.  A few seconds later, I both
heard and felt the boy exhale, and right afterwards a small, warm stream
began to fill my rectum, a stream that rapidly increased until it was
gushing into me, surging into my large intestines like an enema.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," I said under my breath, impressed that Eddie had so much
piss to give me and getting off on the fact that only the two of us knew
what was he was doing.  When he finally finished relieving himself inside
me, he eased himself up until his prick popped out of me, upon which I
quickly clamped my sphincter shut, making sure none of the ten-year-old's
fluids escaped from my colon.

Now that I had a nine-year-old white boy's come in my stomach and a
ten-year-old black boy's come and piss in my ass, I finally felt
satisfied...until Jim moved back a little and began to lift Tyler off his
deflating whang.  When it suddenly plopped out, Jim sat the boy in front of
him, between his splayed open legs, then moved back just far enough to pull
the little blond backwards and wipe his shitty, scummy dick off in the boy's
hair.  Meanwhile, a river of sticky semen had begun to pour out of the still
gaping entrance to the white boy's bowels, making a tiny puddle on the
sheet.  Seeing this, I grabbed Tyler's thighs and pushed them back until his
knees were almost touching his chest, rolling his ass up in the air and
making his leaking anus easily accessible to my mouth.

"Ooh!" the boy puffed as I thrust my tongue into his cream-filled hole.
After scooping out and swallowing a healthy dose of Jim's come, I pressed my
lips to Tyler's anus and began to suck, loudly slurping the gooey liquid and
the leftover shit out of his rectum.

"Yeah, Cuz, suck my jizz outta that little fucker's ass!" said Jim, helping
me hold Tyler in position with one hand while stroking his sticky hair with
the other.  "And make sure you get it all out too, so his mama don't find
none in his drawers later."

Naturally my cousin's last remark sent my brain on another excursion, and I
instantly envisioned Mrs. Robinson sorting out the laundry and feeling a
tiny burst of pride when she discovered a starchy stain in her little man's
underwear, only to have that pride turn into confusion when she realized
that the stain was in the seat of his briefs instead of the crotch.

"Oooh!" I gasped, reacting to the soft lips that suddenly attached
themselves to my asshole.  I immediately let go of my sphincter, feeling a
satisfying rush as my ass began to empty itself into the ten-year-old's
mouth.  The sudden series of loud gulps caught Jim's attention, causing him
to peer behind me.

"What the fuck is he doin', back there?" he asked.

Momentarily removing my mouth from Tyler's anus to allow more sperm to ooze
out, I said, "He pissed up my ass and now he's drinkin' it."

"Get the fuck outta here!" Jim said, impressed.  "That little knot-head is
just FULL of fuckin' surprises, ain't he?"

"Mmph! Mmph!" Tyler responded.

Realizing what he'd said, Jim quickly added, "Okay, okay--I'm sorry.  I
meant to say 'that little piss-drinkin' pussy'."

I continued to suck hard at Tyler's asshole, but his position prevented me
from retrieving any more of Jim's come, so I slowly lowered the boy's legs
until the soles of his feet were flat on the bed again, then got my head
down as low as possible in front of him.  But while a little more sperm did
leak out of his anus, it was now hard for me to reach.  So, raising my head,
I closed up my asshole again and directed Eddie to lie on his back.  Getting
on my hands and knees, I backed up until I was in a sixty-nine position over
him, upon which I lowered my ass to his mouth and once more relaxed my
sphincter, restoring the flow of piss and come.  I then told Tyler to stand
up, turn around, and back up until his ass was in my face, after which he
should bend over and put his hands on his knees.  As soon as he did this and
I spread his shithole open, I spotted a small white blob, which turned out
to be the beginning of the rest of the Jim's sperm flowing out of him again,
so I immediately sealed my lips over his pucker.
Even in these new positions, it still took some time for the teenager's come
to completely drain out of Tyler's ass and for Eddie's pee and come to
completely drain out of mine.  Eventually, though, our colons emptied and
their foreign contents lay safely inside a seventeen-year-old's and a
ten-year-old's belly.  At that point, after both Eddie and I both gave our
respective holes a thorough tongue cleansing, while Jim called us every
dirty name he could think of, I crawled off my little cousin, and the little
white boy turned around and sat down right in front of me on the bed.
Afterwards he kept turning his head back and forth, first looking at me then
at Jim.

"So NOW am I a member of the club?" he finally asked.

"Yeah, NOW you a member of the club," Jim said.  "And there's a special
membership card that all new members get, so open your mouth, close your
eyes and hold your head back.  And whatever happens, just stay that way, or
we'll have to do everything all over again."

For the umpteenth time that day, Tyler looked at Jim with his brow furrowed
in wonder. But again, probably because he had already come so far, he
blindly followed the teenager's instructions. As soon as the boy was in
position, Jim put a finger up to his lips for Eddie and me to keep quiet
then gestured with that same finger what we were going to do, upon which the
three of us each started working our saliva glands to produce as much spit
as we could.  When we all had a good mouthful, we crowded around Tyler and,
at Jim's direction, simultaneously released our spit into the boy's open
mouth, staying where we were until every slimy drop had dribbled from
between our lips.

"Now swallow it!" Jim said, and while Tyler, realizing what we'd done, was
now frowning, he dutifully gulped down what we'd given him, sticking his
tongue out afterwards to show us that the big blob was indeed on its way to
his tummy.

"Congratulations!" said Jim.  "You are now an official member of our secret
club."

Eddie and I quickly joined in the celebration, hugging Tyler, patting him on
the back, and mussing his hair while he giggled and blushed.  But a minute
or so later, that confused look returned to the boy's face.

"Hey, I meant to ask y'all somethin'," said Tyler.

"What?" Jim asked.

"Does this club have a name?"

Jim, Eddie and I all just looked at each other before, thinking quickly, I
said, "Of course.  It's the JET Club."

"Jet?"

"Yeah.  That stands for Jim, Eddie and Tommy.  And now that you're a member,
we'll just  add another 'T' at the end for Tyler.  So now it'll be the JETT
Club, and even though it may SOUND the same, it'll be different, because of
the extra letter."

"The JETT Club," Jim said, nodding and smiling.  "Hey, I like that."

We then sat around talking about the things we'd done and asking Tyler how
he felt about them, and I was surprised to hear him say how much he loved
his "'nitiation," including "the real nasty stuff," even though he'd thought
it was a little wierd at first," and "the stuff that hurt," even though he
had to get used to it.  He said he'd never had such a good time joining a
club before and that he wished the clubs he belonged to in school and at
church would do fun things like our club did.  It was at that time that we
reminded him that ours was a secret club, and how he should never share what
we did with anyone who wasn't a member.  The cute little blond assured us
that we had nothing to worry about, that he would never do anything that
might stop him from having the kind of fun he'd had with us, and that he
couldn't wait till the next meeting.  That's when Jim got up and started
picking up our scattered clothes.

"Listen, guys," he said, "we need to go to bed, now."

"Buy why, Cousin Jimmy?" Eddie asked.  "We're havin' so much fun talkin'."

"'Cause the JETT Club is gonna meet again early tomorrow morning, before
breakfast, and there's a bunch of stuff I want to try with our new member
before he goes home, so we need to get some rest."

It might have been the first time in recorded history that four sexually
rambunctious boys actually chose to go to sleep rather than stay up and bang
each other.  But since we were doing so for the purpose of having even MORE
sex later on, it wasn't hard to get everyone to agree that it was a good
idea.  So Eddie and Tyler put their pajamas back on, and Jim and I slipped
back into our underwear, and we all hit the hay.  And as I lay on my cot
staring at my cousins and our new club member lying in Jim's bed, their
figures just barely visible in the dimness of the night-light, I began to
wonder just how much of a bottom Tyler truly was, and if Jim was going to
have enough time tomorrow to find out.


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