Date: Thu, 19 Jun 2008 19:04:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Toby Tyler <tobyt_yler@yahoo.com>
Subject: Poor Little Shit Boy Chapter 10

Poor Little Shit Boy

By

Toby Tyler

(MBb, incest, oral, piss, scat, bd, submission)

The story is completely fiction. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal to
read it, then shame on you! If you enjoyed my story, you can check out some
of my other stories on Nifty: Seventh Grade Foot Slave, Fucked-Up Kid,
Brother Sucker, Scat Boy For Pay and Urinal Boy. I love to hear from my
readers. You can email me at Tobyt_yler@yahoo.com, and please remember to
mention the title of the story in the subject line.

Poor Little Shit Boy

Chapter 10

Mr. Muck had insisted that Noah was `like family'. Noah didn't need to
knock. If the front door was unlocked he could just walk right in.

One Saturday Noah walked right in and was surprised to find an older boy in
the kitchen, covered in blood.

The boy, who was looking in the refrigerator for something to eat, appeared
to be about 16 years old. He was wearing a white shirt (although it was now
mostly red) a red tie and grey flannel trousers.

"Oh, hello," the boy said. "You must be Noah." Then he yelled down the
basement stairs, "Cody, you have a visitor!"

Cody came bounding up the basement stairs, followed by a third boy. All
three boys were dripping with what Noah now realized was fake blood. Cody's
bloody outfit was identical to the boy Noah had just met in the kitchen,
but the other boy was wearing a black sweatshirt and jeans. Cody's two
guests looked about the same age and size, except that the boy that had
been downstairs with Cody had black hair while the boy in the kitchen's
hair was a rich, chestnut brown.

"Noah, I'd like you to meet my cousins Justin," he pointed to the
black-haired boy, "and Carson," he said, pointing to the brown-haired boy,
who had just finished washing his bloody hands in the sink.

Carson offered his still damp hand for Noah to shake. "It's great to
finally meet you, Noah. We've heard a lot about you."

Noah shook Carson's hand. When they shook hands, Carson did a weird
thing. He tickled the palm of Noah's hand with his middle finger. It sent
chills up and down his spine. Noah thought it might have been some sort of
secret handshake.

"Yeah, we've heard A LOT about you!" Justin said, grinning, as he shook
Noah's hand. Justin gave him a rather sinister wink. When Justin let go,
Noah noticed that the boy was wearing black fingernail polish.

Noah was slightly uncomfortable. What the hell had Cody told them? He sure
hoped that Cody didn't tell them TOO much. But Noah decided to try to take
it in stride. If they were Cody's cousins they probably had a good idea of
how weird Cody was. Noah got the feeling that Cody's cousins might possibly
be even just as weird, if not weirder than Cody.

"We're twins, if you haven't noticed," Carson said.

"Identical twins. Same SPERM, same egg," Justin added. Noah noticed that
Justin had put a lot of emphasis on the word `sperm'. He seemed to take
pleasure in saying that word.

"But your hair's different," Noah observed.

"That's cuz he dyes it," Cody said, pointing at Justin with his
thumb. "He's the one who has to be different! He thinks he's the evil
twin!"

"At least I can tell you two apart!" Noah laughed. "So where do you guys
live?"

"On Long Island," Carson replied.

"In Amityville!" Justin exclaimed proudly.

"Amityville?"

"Oh yes," Carson explained. "We live in Amityville. `Amity' means
`friendly', so I guess you could say we live in a `friendly town'."

"It's where The Amityville Horror took place!" Justin added excitedly. "If
you come visit us I'll show you the house!"

"So um, what exactly have you guys been up to?" Noah just had to ask.

"We're helping out with Cody's new video," Carson explained. "I did Cody's
makeup and Justin did the special effects."

Noah noticed that Cody was indeed wearing makeup, which made his face look
a little pale and his lips deep red.

"After we all get cleaned up I'll show you the raw footage," Cody offered.

"Okay Cody, what's this one called?" Noah asked.

"It's called `MMMBop/Chisanbop'."

"Huh?"

"Chisanbop. You've never heard of it?"

"No."

"Korean finger counting technique. It was all the rage in the eighties. My
dad taught it to me. Why do you think I'm so good at math?"

Noah knew that Cody was terrible at math, but he didn't bother to argue the
point. "So why all the blood?"

"Cuz Cody freaks out and chops off all his fingers with a meat cleaver at
the end!" Justin interrupted. "It was so realistic! Best effect I ever
pulled off!"

Cody smiled. "Yeah, it came out pretty good." Then he reached into the
refrigerator and pulled out one of the energy drinks he was always
drinking. Noah noticed that this particular brand of energy drink was
called "Blue Jeans", and that the design on the can featured a lurid
close-up of a man's crotch, his belt unbuckled and his jeans halfway zipped
down.

Cody noticed his cousins and Noah staring at the can. "You guys want some?"
he asked.

"No thanks," Noah said. "Too much caffeine for me."

Justin and Carson both tried the energy drinks. Cody suggested they get
washed up and then go down into the basement rumpus room, "So you guys can
get to know each other," he said with a wink.

Down in the rumpus room the boys sat on the carpet and started talking.

"So how old are you two?" Noah asked.

"Fifteen," Carson explained. "But I'm the older brother. Justin's five
minutes younger."

"He keeps reminding me!"

Justin turned to Noah and gave him a piercing look. "So Noah," he asked,
"what are you into?"

Noah wasn't sure how to answer. It was an ordinary, innocent question, but
because it came from one of Cody's cousins, it seemed to have darker
implications. He knew that Cody was very open about his interest in other
boys, and he had gotten the feeling that the cousins were aware of his
relationship with Noah.

"Uh, what do you mean?"

"Like what are you into?" Carson explained. "Like hobbies and stuff. Books,
movies, music, sports?"

Noah breathed a sigh of relief. And he was worried that they were asking
him about his sex life! Hobbies, hobbies. What exactly were his hobbies? He
didn't really have any. "Oh, I dunno. Music, I guess. My dad listens to a
lot of oldies and I kinda got some of his tastes. You know, like the
Beatles, Pink Floyd, the Beach Boys and stuff like that. I guess I like
some alternative rock and pop, too."

"You should meet Donovan's mom!" Cody said. "She's got an amazing record
collection from the 60's! She even named Donovan after the singer! Cool,
huh?"

Noah wondered whatever happened to Donovan. He hadn't seen him in a while.

"Oh, cool!" Carson exclaimed. "Music is my life!"

"What kind of music do you like, Carson?"

Carson gushed. "I just LOVE Liza Minnelli! And Cher and Bette Midler and
Madonna! All the divas, really! And I also think that Michael Jackson is
fabulous! And I love to sing, too! I played the lead in our school's
production of Pippin last year!"

Noah was taken aback by Carson's eager embrace of a classic gay
stereotype. What was up with Cody's family? he wondered. Was it possible
that they all were a bunch of queers? What were the odds of that?

"Don't worry, Noah," Justin laughed, putting a hand on the boy's
shoulder. "My taste in music is a hell of a lot better than Carson's!"

Carson rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever!"

"What kind of music do you listen to, Justin?"

"Lately I've been listening to a lot of black metal."

"Black metal?"

"Yeah. My favorite bands are Obtained Enslavement, Gospel of the Horns,
Satanic Warmaster, um, Wolves in the Throne Room, Thou Shalt Suffer,
Clandestine Blaze, Forgotten Tomb, Angel Corpse, Goatwhore. Stuff like
that. But that's not all I listen to. I like a lot of variety. Sometimes I
even listen to oldies like Suicide and Throbbing Gristle when I'm in the
mood."

"But there's one thing we're both really into." Carson added.

"And what's that?" Noah asked curiously.

"Renaissance fairs! Oh gosh, we go to every fair we can find! We especially
love the costumes!"

There was a miniature refrigerator in the rumpus room. Cody crawled over to
it. The refrigerator was filled entirely with cans of whipped
cream. "Whippets, anyone?" he asked.

"Whippets?" Noah was confused.

"Oh come on, Noah! Don't tell me you never got high on nitrous!"

Now Noah understood what Cody was talking about! They had talked about
inhalants in Health class. Between the poppers and now the whipped cream
canisters, Noah was beginning to realize that Cody had a serious thing for
huffing.

"That's kind of a waste, Cody," Justin said when he saw all the whipped
cream canisters. "You should get the chargers and a balloon instead."

"Yeah, but this is more fun. We can always do, uh, other stuff with the
whipped cream if we want."

"You know what would be really fun?" Carson added, "If we could get
Dr. Rosenbloom to give us a whole canister! I'm sure he'd never do that,
though. He wants us to keep coming back!"

"Who's Dr. Rosenbloom?" Noah asked.

"Our dentist!" the three boys replied in unison. There was something creepy
about the way Noah and his cousins said that. Better not to ask, Noah
thought. With Cody, he decided, there were a lot of things he didn't really
want to know.

"So you've really never done whippets before?" Justin asked Noah.

"Noah's really into poppers!" Cody laughed. The twins thought it was funny,
too. Noah blushed.

"Look Noah, here's what you do," Carson said, demonstrating proper whippet
technique. "Hold the can upright. You just want to get the gas. Like this."
Carson inhaled a large amount of the gas, passed the can to Noah and then
immediately fell over onto the carpet. "Woo hoo!" he shouted.

"C'mon Noah! Submit to peer pressure!" Carson laughed. "You know you want
to!"

Noah took a deep breath of the nitrous gas and then dropped the can onto
the floor. It came on instantly. The effects were a little bit like the
poppers, but different in a lot of ways. Poppers made him feel warm and
excited; the nitrous made him feel cold and numb, like he was floating in
space. It was pleasant, but a little frightening.

The boys sat around in a circle, passing the whipped cream canisters around
for quite some time. The nitrous oxide relaxed him; he was a lot more
comfortable being with Cody's twin cousins than when he had first arrived.

Carson picked up an empty whipped cream canister and was nonchalantly
spinning it around in the middle of the carpet. "Say, guys," he
said. "Anyone up for a game of spin-the-bottle?"

"Spin-the-bottle?" Cody asked.

"I mean," Carson looked at his twin brother, then at Cody, then at Noah, "I
can't imagine anyone here OBJECTING to a friendly little game of
spin-the-bottle."

"Sure, let's play spin-the-bottle. That okay with you, Noah?"

"Uh, sure."

Carson, who still had the canister in his hand, spun it first. It pointed
at Cody. "Ooh, kissing cousins!" he giggled. Cody crawled over to Carson on
his hands and knees and planted a wet kiss on his cousin's lips. Carson
parted his lips and allowed Cody's tongue to enter for a moment. Then Cody
crawled back to his place. "Okay, Justin's turn," he said.

When Justin spun the canister it landed on Carson. "Lucky for you, big
brother!" he grinned. "Two kisses in a row!"

Noah was thrilled to see the twins embrace. This was clearly not the first
time they had done this. The brothers kissed passionately, making sure that
Cody and Noah were watching closely as their twin tongues explored each
other's mouths.

When it was Noah's turn, he got Cody. "Aww, how sweet!" Carson
exclaimed. "Don't they just make a lovely couple?"

The game went on for a long time, and all possible kissing combinations
were explored. If a boy's spin ended up pointing between two boys, he got
to kiss them both, sometimes even at the same time. Noah was beginning to
get more and more aroused as the game went on, and each time one of the
twins or Cody embraced him, he could feel their warm erections pressing
against his leg.

The boys continued to play, stopping every now and again for more whippets,
which made their kissing sloppier and sloppier. Noah got even more and more
excited as all of the boys began to drool more and more during their
kisses. He enjoyed the taste of Justin's saliva mixing with his own as his
hands slowly moved up and down Justin's back and down to his butt.

When it was his turn to kiss Carson, Carson grabbed a fresh canister of
whipped cream and handed it to Noah. "Go ahead," he coaxed. "Get a really
big hit this time, and I'll give you a kiss you'll never forget!"

Noah took a deep breath from the canister and leaned back for Carson's
kiss. Carson embraced Noah just as he began to spin out into space,
grabbing Noah's face and ruthlessly shoving his hot, wet tongue in Noah's
mouth. Dizzy, Noah leaned back further. Justin was behind Noah, holding him
up. The boy was in heaven, high as a kite and sandwiched between two very
sexy twin brothers. How much better could things get?

That's when Noah felt Justin slip the handcuffs on his wrists.

With his hands cuffed behind his back, Noah simply turned his head and
smiled at Justin.

"Gee Cody, he doesn't even resist at all!" Justin exclaimed.

"That's because he's learning that resistance is futile. Right, Noah?"

"Right, Cody." Noah went along with their little game. After all, he
couldn't think of anything that they could do to him that was any kinkier
than anything he had done with Cody. Or anything he was starting to do with
Cody's father, for that matter.

"Noah," Carson addressed him, "are you ready and willing to submit to
anything we desire?"

"Of course," Noah said eagerly. Whatever they were going to do to him, he
was sure it was going to be fun. They seemed like nice boys.

The boys made Noah lie down on his back. It was a little uncomfortable for
him to be lying on his cuffed hands, but Carson took off his sweatshirt and
propped it under Noah's head and shoulders like a pillow. That made it a
little more comfortable for Noah.

"So Cody tells us you dig feet. Is that right?" Justin asked.

"Yeah," Noah admitted, blushing.

"You like them clean or smelly?"

"Uh, smelly."

"Smell this, then."

Justin took off one of his worn out Vans and held it to Noah's nose. The
smell was wretched. The teen boy's sweaty sneakers were a lot stronger
smelling than Cody's. He began breathing in deeply.

"Good boy," Carson said, gently stroking Noah's hair as the boy inhaled the
rank foot smell from the sneaker.

"Now lick them," Justin instructed.

Noah put his tongue out and began to lick the insides of the sneaker,
sucking out all the dried, salty sweat that he could. He could feel Carson
massaging his cock through his jeans as he licked the sneaker.

Justin moved the sneaker around so Noah could lick it inside and
out. Eventually they had Noah work his way through licking both of Justin's
sneakers, as well as Carson's and Cody's.

Then the boys moved on to shoving their socked feet in Noah's face. The
bottoms of their white socks were dirty and grey and Justin's socks had a
few holes in them. Noah ecstatically licked, sniffed and sucked at the
socked feet, paying special attention to the holes in Justin's socks. He
loved sticking his tongue in the sock holes and licking at the soles of
Justin's feet. In his excitement, Noah began to rip and tear Justin's socks
with his teeth, wildly thrusting his tongue in between Justin's toes,
licking up all the dirt, sweat and funk that had accumulated there.

"Oh man, he's going wild!" Carson exclaimed. "He's totally into it!"

The socks that Carson and Cody wore were much less worn than Justin's, so
Noah simply peeled them off with his teeth, eagerly sucking all the sweat
out of them.

Cody began squirting whipped cream on his toes for Noah to lick
off. "Here's your dessert!" he exclaimed, wriggling his toes in Noah's open
mouth.

Noah licked and licked toes and soles, nibbled toenails and sucked out toe
jam until his tongue was dry. "Hey guys, I need some water!" he gasped.

"He's run out of spit!" Cody said. "Anyone want to give him a
contribution?"

All three boys spat into Noah's open mouth. "He needs more than that!" Cody
said, sitting on Noah's chest, straddling his face. Noah knew what was
coming next.

"Say please!" Cody laughed, taking another hit of nitrous.

"Please, Cody! I wanna drink your piss!"

"Say pretty please with whipped cream on it!"

"Pretty please with whipped cream on it! Give it to me now!"

"Ok. If you insist." Cody knelt down with his crotch in Noah's face, undid
his fly, pulled out his cock and aimed it at Noah's mouth. He began pissing
sloppily into Noah's mouth.

 Noah had trouble swallowing all the piss, since he was still lying
handcuffed on his back. Some of the piss began to run out his mouth, down
his neck and chest and onto the carpet. When Cody was finished, the twins
resumed having Noah worship their feet, stopping every once in a while to
piss in Noah's face.

"So Noah," Justin asked after hocking a loogie in Noah's mouth, "we know
you go this far, but do you go all the way?"

"All the way?" Noah asked. Knowing Cody, Cody's dad, and now Cody's
cousins, he figured that they were implying that it was time for him to get
under the rim chair. But he didn't want to come out and say it.

"Yeah, you know, all the way."

"He's kinda partly all the way, but not all the way all the way," Cody
tried to explain. "I mean, he's not quite ready to eat yet, but we're
working on that."

"Okay, Noah, here's the thing," Justin explained, rubbing Noah's hard cock
through his jeans all the while. "Like, I'm really sloppy about wiping my
ass. So I didn't wipe too well after I took a shit today. It's all like
sticky and itchy down in my crack. Really itchy. You ever have that happen
to you? Where your underwear gets all sticky in there and you have to keep
picking it out of your crack. You know what I mean?"

"You want me to lick your ass clean for you, Justin?"

"I thought you'd never ask!" Justin stood up and began unzipping his
jeans. He pulled them down and kicked them off. Then he pulled his
underwear down. Noah could see that Justin already had a nice skidmark on
his underpants.

"Smell that!" Justin said, holding his dirty underpants up to Noah's
nose. "You like that, huh?"

Noah just nodded. He couldn't speak because he was already sucking the
dried shit out of Justin's underwear.

"Look Cody, he likes it!" Carson exclaimed.

"Course he likes it!" Cody laughed.

Soon Justin took the underwear out of Noah's mouth and squatted over his
face. Noah began eagerly licking the sweat and shit out of Justin's dirty
ass. However, it was difficult for him to get his tongue deep into Justin's
hole because of the position he was in.

The boys hadn't heard Mr. Muck come home. Cody's dad peeked into the rumpus
room. "Hello boys," he said.

"Hello, Uncle Harry!" the twins said.

"I just wanted to let you boys know that I have some important shareholders
upstairs, so it would be good if you boys could, you know, kind of be
discrete, if you know what I mean."

Mr. Muck noticed Justin sitting on Noah's face. "Oh, hello Noah. I didn't
see you down there."

Justin lifted his ass so that Noah could speak. "Hello, Mr. Muck."

"I'm glad to see you boys are having a good time." Then he looked at Noah
again. "Noah, you don't look too comfortable down there."

"I'm fine, except these handcuffs are starting to hurt a little."

"Cody, why don't you get some rope to tie Noah up with? I think he'd like
it better than those handcuffs."

"Okay, Dad."

"And another thing. Do you want me to bring the rim chair down here? I
think it would be a lot more comfortable for Noah and for Justin."

"Good thinking, Dad."

Mr. Muck went to get the rim chair and Cody went to get some rope, leaving
the twins with Noah. They took turns spitting on Noah's face.

"I gotta piss," Noah said.

"Why don't you just piss in your pants?" Carson asked.

"Cuz then I'll have nothing else to wear."

"Just look at you, Noah!" Carson giggled. Your shirt's already drenched. I
don't think pissing in your pants is going to make much of a difference
now. And besides, you can wear some of Cody's clothes."

"I guess you're right."

"C'mon," Justin coaxed. "We wanna see you piss your pants!"

"Here goes."

The twins watched the dark spot beginning to spread from Noah's crotch and
down his leg. The twins got on each side of him and began to lick and suck
the piss through Noah's jeans. By this time Cody had gotten back with the
rope. Noah sat up so Cody could take the cuffs off and tie his hands up.

Mr. Muck returned with the rim chair. "Here you go, boys," he said, setting
it up over Noah's face.

In a flash, Cody had his pants off and he was on the rim chair, enjoying a
good licking from Noah. The twins were still sucking the piss from Noah's
jeans. Mr. Muck was enjoying the scene.

"Hey Dad," Cody asked. "Can I have five thousand bucks?"

"What do you need five thousand dollars for?"

"I wanna do the video I was telling you about. Circle of Friends. That's my
budget."

"The crop circle idea? Is that the one?"

"Yeah. Can I have the money?"

Cody and his dad continued to negotiate for a few minutes. Noah was getting
annoyed. Couldn't Cody have chosen a more appropriate time to ask his dad
for money? He decided the best way to get Cody's attention was to bite him
on the ass.

"Hey!" Cody yelped. "What did you do that for?!!!"

Harry Muck chuckled. "I think Noah is getting a little impatient," he
said. "We can talk about your video some other time." Mr. Muck then left
the boys to their fun.

"Let's get down to business," Cody shouted gleefully.  "Now Noah, you're
going to submit to everything we dish out, right?"

"I guess I don't have a choice."

"That's the spirit!"

Noah began licking Cody's dirty asshole from under the rim chair while the
twins continued to suck the piss out of his wet jeans. "Cody, you're even
filthier than Justin!" he groaned.

"That didn't stop you from licking him clean!"

So Noah diligently continued to lick Cody's un-wiped hole clean as the
twins began to busy themselves with removing Noah's sneakers. Each twin
busied himself by sniffing Noah's dirty white sock before pulling it off
with his teeth. Then each twin took one of Noah's feet and began to lick
and suck the toes.

Noah removed his tongue from Cody's asshole. "You know, you guys can blow
me if you want," Noah said.

"It doesn't work that way, Noah," Cody explained, farting in Noah's
face. "You're the one who's tied up. You're the slave. If someone wants to
blow you they'll blow you. But you have no say in the matter. We're gonna
do whatever we want to you." Then he addressed the twins. "By the way,
guys, let me know when you need to use the toilet. Noah will be happy to
oblige."

"Cody! You know I'm not quite ready for that!"

Cody farted into Noah's face again. "Just keep sucking my farts and you'll
be ready soon enough! And besides, we've got plenty of poppers for you if
you need it."

"I think I'm gonna need it!"

"You're gonna need it pretty soon," Just in laughed. "Cause I think I got a
little turd up here to get you started!"

"Okay, Justin, you take the rim chair," Cody directed, getting off of
Noah's face and pulling up his jeans.

Justin stopped sucking on Noah's toes, stood up and unzipped himself. Then
he took his jeans and underwear off and sat on the rim chair. Meanwhile,
Cody crouched on the floor next to Noah, coaching him with a vial of
poppers ready. "Okay, Noah, you know what to do. Just tell me when you need
some poppers. Just start kissing and licking his ass a bit. Really get to
enjoy the smell and taste of it. Justin, give Noah a few minutes before you
start to push it out."

Noah began kissing Justin's ripe teenage hole. It was quite beautiful, red
and somewhat smooth, with some nice curly hairs around it. Noah was having
fun teasing the hairs with his tongue and teeth. Cody was watching Noah
closely.

"Okay, Noah. You ready?"

"Give me a sec. Cody, can I have some poppers?"

Cody held the poppers to Noah's nose, accidentally spilling some.

"Aargh!" Noah shouted. "I got some down my nose! It burns!"

"Sorry!"

"Okay, we'll take a break. But we're not gonna let you go until you've
eaten everything Justin has to give you. And anyone else that needs to use
you, for that matter."

"I guess I can't escape," Noah smiled sheepishly.

Cody sat Noah up until he started to feel a little better. Then Noah
crawled under the rim seat again. "Give me the poppers. I don't want you to
spill it down my nose again."

Noah resumed sucking Justin's slightly hairy hole again. The pucker began
to swell and Noah put his lips around it and began to suck it. Then he
stopped and took a hit of poppers.

"How do you like my ass, Noah?" Justin asked.

"Oh, it's so good!"

"Tasty?"

"Yeah, real tasty!"

Just then Noah felt Carson unzipping him. Noah was in heaven as he felt his
cock engulfed by Carson's warm mouth. He was almost ready to shoot his load
right there. The combination of the poppers, Justin's ass and Carson's
blowjob sent him reeling with pleasure. It also thrilled him to have Cody
crouched on the floor, watching the action close up.  Noah took another hit
of poppers.

"You want it?" Justin asked.

"Yeah I want it!"

"You want what?"

"You know what I want!"

"I know I know. But I want to hear you say it."

"I want you to shit in my mouth! I want you to feed me your nasty load!"

"What's the magic word?"

"Please! Please use me as your toilet, Justin!"

"Well, if you insist," Justin began slowly forcing out a medium-sized turd
into Noah's mouth. Noah wrapped his lips around it and sucked it like a
cock.

Cody knew this was a critical moment. If Noah stopped and thought about
what he was doing, he'd get sick again. Quickly, Cody grabbed the bottle of
poppers and held it to Noah's nose, making sure the boy got a good whiff to
send him skyrocketing to ecstasy.

Noah held the turd in his mouth, his eyes bugging out. He was beginning to
taste the bitter shit dissolving on his tongue.

"Eat it, Noah! Eat it!" Cody shouted.

At that moment Noah lost control and shot his load into Carson's mouth. It
was a strange sensation for him. He felt himself ejaculate, but he knew he
hadn't really `cum' yet. He felt his orgasm building up, trailing behind
the actual orgasm. Maybe it was the intensity of the experience. I think I
could even cum again! Noah thought.

Cody gave him more poppers. Then he noticed that Justin had another piece
of shit coming out of his hole.

"Get it, Noah! Get it!" Cody coached. Without thinking, Noah caught the
second turd in his mouth and swallowed it immediately. He buried his face
in Justin's asscrack and began to lick and suck until he came. This time he
only shot a little, but his whole body quaked.

Noah lay on the floor, dizzy and gasping for breath. His mind was blown.

"Thanks for helping me break him in, guys," he heard Cody say to his
cousins.

To Be Continued