Date: Sun, 11 Apr 2010 16:01:08 +0000
From: Scat Boy <coproman69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Small Tops, Big Bottoms - Part 3 (bbbb/M, anal, oral, ws, scat)

Small Tops, Big Bottoms - Part 3 (bbbb/M, anal, oral, ws, scat)
by Coproman


It took a few more sessions of group sex with Mr. Kissner for me to finally
feel comfortable enough to take part in the heavy-duty action, and the
first thing I did was fuck his ass.  Yeah, Devon was right.  He knew from
that very first day, by the way I was staring at Mr. Kissner's muscular
white ass as he led us into the showers, how much I wanted to dick him.
And my desire only grew stronger after I watched Santiago ass-fuck him that
day, then Javier fuck him on our second get-together, then Devon fuck him
on our third.

But for some reason I still couldn't bring myself to shit in Mr. Kissner's
mouth, even after watching Devon and his cousins do it.  I guess that's why
they decided to designate our upcoming get-together as a "shitless"
session, so I wouldn't feel pressured to do anything other than fuck.
Though I felt kind of bad about that, I was also flattered that the guys
were catering to me.  That's why I wanted to impress them by not only
fucking Mr. Kissner like a pro but by pumping as much come as I could up
his ass.  To make sure that happened, I refrained from jacking off for
several days, storing up as much sperm as I could, so by the time Friday
rolled around, I would be more than ready to, as Devon put it, "bust a nut
in whitey's butt."

But a couple of days before my scheduled debut, everything changed, at
least for Devon and me.  It happened at school when we left homeroom and
walked into our health education class.  Guess who was subbing for our
regular teacher?  That's right--Mr. Kissner himself!  When he looked up
from his book and saw us, he turned bright red and got this
deer-in-the-headlights look on his face.  Devon was wearing the same
expression, and I'm sure I was too as the three of us exchanged an
embarrassed smile.  Up till now, I'd been pretty comfortable with the
notion that Mr. Kissner was nothing more than some grad school jock who'd
lucked up on the job of running the after-school center at a middle school
in the ghetto.  But now I couldn't deny the fact that he was an actual
middle school TEACHER; and that meant that I'd be fucking an actual middle
school TEACHER up the ass!

I wondered if Devon's brothers and cousins knew about this other job of
Mr. Kissner's.  If so, they hadn't mentioned anything to either of us.  In
any case, it took every ounce of self-control the two of us could muster to
sit still and avoid eye contact with Mr. Kissner during the 40-minute
period, and it didn't get any easier when the day's lesson turned out to
be--of ALL things--"The Structure and Function of Human Reproductive
Systems."

While the other boys were trying to stifle their self-conscious snickering
as Mr. Kissner stumbled through a slide show on human anatomy, Devon and I
were busy trying to hide our erections, because nearly every word that came
out of his mouth reminded us of a sex act that at least one of the boys in
our little group had performed on him.  And when he got to the part about
ejaculations and semen and how "only one lucky sperm cell among the
hundreds of millions that swim up the vaginal canal get to fertilize the
female's egg," my dick got extra-hard, as I considered how hundreds of
millions of my own sperm cells would soon be swimming up Mr. Kissner's anal
canal, but how none of them would be getting lucky since you couldn't
fertilize a turd.

Thankfully the bell ending the period finally rang, and Devon and I grabbed
our books and hightailed it out of the classroom without so much as a
glance at Mr. Kissner.  Only when we were safely in the hallway did we
begin to giggle at our mutual discomfort at the unexpected encounter.  The
first thing I asked Devon was how he felt about the fact that he'd been
shitting in the mouth of an actual teacher; he considered my question for
only a few seconds before saying that it was a turn-on.  But on the way to
our next class, we wondered if maybe we shouldn't have left so hastily, at
least not before asking Mr. Kissner if it was okay to let the others know
that he was a teacher.  We decided it would be more fun to keep that
enticing tidbit to ourselves, at least for the time being.

Anyway, Friday finally came around, and when classes were over, Devon and I
joined the other boys at the after-school center.  This time we got there
early enough to shoot some hoops with Javier and Santiago before, one by
one, we left the group and disappeared into the office.  Soon it was 4:25
and Mr. Kissner didn't hesitate to blow his whistle, stopping all the
activities, and giving the boys the bum's rush out of the gym.

As I watched Mr. Kissner do his authority thing, it was hard to imagine
that this would make the third time this week that he'd cleared out the
after-school center and gone into the locker room to have sex with a group
of ghetto boys.  According to Devon, on both Mondays and Wednesdays he did
the same thing with two other groups, Devon's brothers and other cousins
among them.  I wondered how one guy could have such a huge appetite for sex
and how his body managed to hold up through it all.  Then again, it wasn't
as if he was getting his ass fucked three times a week by some muscular
stud with a foot-long dick or that he was eating a load of shit every other
day from a big macho guy who laid a massive loaf.  We were all just preteen
boys; so for him, being with us probably amounted to nothing more than
having a snack or appetizer three times a week, something he could easily
handle.  And I'm sure he never thought of it as child abuse either, since
he was always on the receiving end of whatever we did.

But I didn't dwell on any of this.  No matter what Mr. Kissner did on
Monday, Wednesday, or any other day of the week, today was the day he was
offering me his booty, and I wasn't about to fuck up that opportunity by
trying to psychoanalyze his behavior.  If that young white teacher was
willing to give this young black student some ass, I was more than willing
to take it.

After that first session in the showers, our weekly activities had moved to
various other locations in the locker room.  Today Mr. Kissner was lying
face-down on a stack of towels he had arranged on one of the benches next
to the lockers.  With his ass up, his head down, and his arms and legs
hanging at his sides, he looked like he was straddling the bare back of a
horse.  Standing on either side of him, Santiago and Javier took hold of an
ass cheek apiece and pulled them apart to expose the little pink hole that
their dicks had so thoroughly explored in previous sessions.  Meanwhile
Devon was sitting on the bench right in front of Mr. Kissner, his stiff
pecker nearly touching the handsome blond man's nose.

"Okay, Ty, it's time to do your thing!" said Devon.  "Fuck the shit outta
that white ass!"

Even with five pairs of ears hearing Devon's words, three pairs of eyes
trained on me, and one special bit of info buzzing in my head that the man
lying under me was a teacher, I was so horny that it outweighed my
intimidation, and I was easily able to maintain an erection as I aimed my
slender four-inch rod at Mr. Kissner's slick hole and pushed.

"Nngh!" he grunted softly as my dick slid into him all the way up my balls;
and just hearing him make that little noise--knowing that my entry had
caused him just a tiny little bit of discomfort--was enough to spur me on,
and I began hump him with enthusiasm.

"Yeah, dude, fuck that puto!" said Javier.  "Bust that booty!"

Though I was busy maneuvering my dick in and out of Mr. Kissner's asshole,
I still managed to smile at Javier's remark.  I seriously doubted that any
booty busting would be going on here.  From the loosey-goosey feel of the
blond's anus, it had got busted a long time ago by a dick much bigger than
any of ours.  But I still intended to ride his rump and enjoy the ride for
as long as I could.  It was just a matter--as it was with Cousin Marcus--of
getting comfortable on top of him, which wasn't all that easy with him
sprawled over a locker room bench.  But after some shifting and reshifting,
I settled into a position that allowed me to hang onto his broad shoulders
and fuck him fairly comfortably.

As soon as I established a good fuck rhythm, Devon scootched up, grabbed
Mr. Kissner's head, and poked his prick between the man's pursed lips.
"Yeah, suck my dick, bitch!" he said; then he looked at me and winked,
which made me smile since I knew it was all about the secret we shared
about Mr. Kissner's other job.

Meanwhile Javier and Santiago were jacking off, urging Devon and me on, and
hurling all kinds of verbal barbs at Mr. Kissner in both Spanish and
English.  It was the kind of thing that Cousin Marcus always got off on,
and I wondered if verbal abuse was something all homo bottom freaks
enjoyed.  I certainly enjoyed the whole atmosphere of it; it made getting
my first piece of white ass a truly memorable experience.

I wanted to show off to the guys my awesome staying power, but having held
off beating my meat for so long, even slowing down the pace of my strokes
didn't help to extend my cock's workout in Mr. Kissner's anus, and it
wasn't long before my young libido was ready to bring things to a close.
So, getting a nice tight hold on Mr. Kissner, I began to fuck him as hard
and fast as I could, much to the delight of my audience; and when
Mr. Kissner felt me speed up, he began to lift his hips to meet my
downstrokes, causing his ass and my crotch to smack together in a steady
staccato beat.  I lasted for only about a dozen strokes before my orgasm
grabbed me by the balls, causing me to gasp, jerk, and drive my dong as far
up Mr. Kissner's ass as it would go.

"Oo! Oo! Oo!" I panted, hugging Mr. Kissner's back and shivering as his
asshole tightened around my throbbing dick.

"Yeah, Bro, DO it!" yelled Devon, snatching his prick out of Mr. Kissner's
mouth.  "Shoot your shit in his bitch ass while I shoot mine in his bitch
face!"

"¡Si, puto!" said Javier, bending over to look directly at Mr. Kissner.
"¡Toma la leche en el culo y la cara!"

"That's right, you guys!" said Santiago, "Let that white maricón have it
right in his fuckin' face and ass!"

Then underneath me, to top everything off, Mr. Kissner turned his head to
the side and whispered, "Come on, Tyrone.  Come in me.  Shoot it nice and
deep so I can take it home with me."

Wow! I said to myself.  This guy's even more of a freak than I thought!
Did he REALLY want to bring some black kid's spunk home to his wife?  What
was she going to do, lick it out of him or something?  I began to wonder if
Mrs. Kissner was a teacher too and if she was also a freak.  But I had a
feeling this was just sex talk, that the last thing he wanted was for his
wife to discover a load of boy-sperm oozing out of her husband's anus.

Whatever Mr. Kissner decided to do with my come, I could tell from the way
my body was twitching, the way my head was swimming, and the fact that my
balls were so full that I was depositing a pretty good-sized load of it in
his rectum.  And hearing Devon groan then watching him spurt two watery
streams of semen on Mr. Kissner's nose and lips while yelling, "Take my
shit right in your fuckin' face, faggot!" probably caused me to squirt out
a little extra.  In any case, as my orgasm fizzled out, I was confident
that I had lived up to my own--and anyone else's--expectations in the
sperm-shooting department.

Of course, right after I finished coming, that inevitable feeling of
disgust followed, flowing through me like a wave of nausea.  It had
disappeared with Cousin Marcus, but since this was my first time fucking
Mr. Kissner, it was back.  Fortunately I had since learned from Devon that
all I had to do was give it some time and the icky feeling of lying on this
white freak's sweaty back while my penis lay shrinking inside his hot,
sticky asshole would eventually go away.  But then I said to myself, Why
wait?  Since I want to see how much semen I spurted in Mr. Kissner's ass
anyway, I may as well pull out right now.  But before I could make a move
to do it, I felt a hand on my shoulder.  It was Devon.

"Hey, Ty, since you waited so long to get some ass offa him, you should do
him again right now," he suggested.  "Right, guys?"

Both Javier and Santiago agreed, and though Mr. Kissner didn't comment, I
felt his anal sphincter squeeze out an "I concur" in morse code on my cock.
Then, to my complete surprise, the brothers began to fondle me, sensually
moving their hands up and down my back, ass and legs, feeling me up like a
girl.  While it felt great, I was a little embarrassed and wondered why
they were doing it, until I felt my dick stiffening up again a lot faster
than it normally would have.  Meanwhile Devon had stuck his spent cock back
in Mr. Kissner's mouth, and the blond was heartily sucking away at it
again.  Watching the two of them and feeling Javier's and Santiago's hands
all over me gave a new hard-on in no time, and I was ready for Round Two.

This time I lasted longer and was able to show the guys not only that I had
some staying power but some variety too, as I changed speeds, rotated my
hips, and shifted my angle of attack in an attempt to fuck every part of
Mr. Kissner's rectum that my four-incher could reach.  For a moment I felt
as if, instead of just fucking Mr. Kissner, I was making love to him, and
this concerned me because I knew that making love involved emotions,
something that, unless you were a faggot, you were only supposed to
experience with a girl, not another guy.  So I quickly reevaluated the
feeling and decided that I was mistaken, that I had momentarily felt that
way simply because I had gotten so comfortable on top of Mr. Kissner.

Forcing the comfort issue to the back of my mind, I again surrendered
myself to my libido and again began to fuck Mr. Kissner's ass hard and
fast, grunting every time I stuck it to him.  For the second time my frenzy
whipped up everyone else's, as the volume of catcalls from my audience
increased and Mr. Kissner again began to lift his hips to meet my
downstrokes, enhancing the "smack, smack, smack!" of our groin-to-ass
contact.  By now the smell of our fucking was in the air, and my nose was
filled with the intoxicating fragrance.  These sensations were
overwhelming, and pretty soon my orgasm slammed on the brakes, throwing me
forward and burying my cock to the balls in Mr. Kissner's asshole.

"Oo!  Oo!  I'm comin'!" I panted, once again pressing my trembling little
black torso against Mr. Kissner's big sturdy white back.

"Yeah!  Do it AGAIN, Bro!" Devon yelled.  "Shoot another load of your shit
right up his faggot ass!"

"¡Si!" said Javier, again bending over to look directly at the white man.
"¡Toma MÁS leche en el culo blanco, puto!"

"Give him more, Ty!" Santiago now said.  "That fuckin' maricón like that
shit!"

I did my best to drain whatever was left in my balls into Mr. Kissner's
rectum, and he did his best to help me by flexing his sphincter on my
pulsating pecker, milking me dry.  When I finally pulled my penis out of
Mr. Kissner anus, Devon, Javier, and Santiago all gathered around to watch.
The blond flexed his sphincter again, and I was both pleased and relieved
to see a big translucent glob of semen sprout out of his asshole and begin
to seep down his perineum.  Before it could get too far, though, Javier
nudged me out of the way, hopped up on top of Mr. Kissner, plugged his
pecker into the man's come-filled hole, and began to fuck him like a
jackrabbit.  It didn't seem to matter one bit to him that his ride was
being lubricated by my spunk; then, as if Santiago had heard what I was
thinking, he hunched me.

"Me and my brother like gettin' them sloppy seconds," he whispered,
grinning.

Even though it was my first time hearing the term, I knew exactly what it
meant; and when I looked at Devon, he nodded his approval.  Then it
occurred to me that if you were going to have group sex at all, at some
point you HAD to end up fucking in someone else's come, so it was a matter
of either liking it or getting used to it pretty fast.  And, apparently,
all of these guys liked not only sloppy seconds but sloppy thirds and
fourths as well, because right after Javier took his two turns on
Mr. Kissner, Santiago hopped aboard for a double ride.  And after he shot
his two big loads and pulled out (a spray of sperm accompanying his exit),
Devon, who by now was nice and hard again, didn't hesitate to climb up on
Mr. Kissner, take a good close look at the gooey white mess oozing out of
the blond's asshole, and plunge his peter right in the middle of it, easily
sliding in all the way to his balls.

The fucking now sounded as nasty as it looked.  Coated with our come,
Devon's dick made a squishy, sploshing noise as he plowed Mr. Kissner's
overfilled asshole; and on closer inspection, I could see spunk sloshing
out of the not-so-tight space between my friend's shaft and the walls of
Mr. Kissner's anus, sticking to Devon's balls and stomach as it made its
way out.  Now, of course, the unmistakable odor of hot, nasty man/boy sex
permeated the air, and it seemed to rev up all of our sexual engines.

Because he'd already come in Mr. Kissner's face, Devon took only one turn
in the substitute teacher's ass, grabbing two handsful of blond hair and
snapping his head back as he added another load of spunk to the multiple
loads already swimming around in the white man's rectum.  Afterward, Devon
rested on top of the teacher for a minute or two then slowly pulled up and
back, his dick exiting Mr. Kissner's asshole with a very wet sucking sound,
which caused Javier, Santiago and me to instinctively react with a chorus
of "Yuck!"

What was even yuckier, though, was the combination of sperm and shit
dripping off the heads of all our dicks, and the stream of splooge drooling
out of Mr. Kissner's gaping, thoroughly used back door.  As disgusting as
the sight was, a part of me was also so excited by it that I wanted to
stick my face right in Mr. Kissner's ass crack and start licking up the
sticky white mess.  But my attention was diverted as I watched Devon climb
down off Mr. Kissner, sit on the bench in front of him again, and stick his
shitty, spermy penis right back in the man's mouth.

"Oh, shit!" Javier, Santiago, and I again all said in unison.  But, unlike
my surprise, their reaction was more on the order of "Why didn't I think of
that?" as they quickly lined up on the bench behind Devon, waiting for
Mr. Kissner to finish cock-washing him so he could do the same for them.

Instead of joining them, I just stood there and watched.  In my head I
traded places with Mr. Kissner.  It was almost as if I were tapping into
his psyche and could sense exactly what he was experiencing as he sucked
the crap/come combo off one eleven-year-old pecker after another, and
judging by how turned on I was, I knew he wouldn't last much longer.

I was right.  By the time he got to Santiago, Mr. Kissner was able to suck
him for only about half a minute before, suddenly, he groaned, humped the
towels on the bench a few times, and began to shake.  Letting the boy's
re-hardening dick drop out of his mouth, he panted, "Oh, fuck!  Oh, fuck!
I'm coming!"

Unfortunately all we got to see was Mr. Kissner's face turn crimson and his
body quiver as his orgasm rippled through him.  But when he was done, he
sat up, and we could all clearly see the slimy evidence of his climax,
which lay in a big sticky white puddle on the towel that had been under his
groin and which was also smeared all over his cockhead and stomach.

"Shit!" he said, grinning as he wiped his sweaty red face with a fresh
towel.  "That was a damn good session, boys, a damn good session!  And now
that we're done, I have a little announcement to make."  He paused, eyeing
all four of us but giving Devon and me a special little smirk of
appreciation, apparently for keeping his secret.  "You may or may not know
this, but from now on you'll be seeing me not only after school but during
it."

"How come?" asked Javier.

"Because I'm Johnson Middle School's newest substitute teacher.  So what do
you guys think about that?"

At first no one said anything; we all just looked at him then at each
other. Devon and I were trying our best to look surprised, but we were
trying even harder not to laugh when we saw the deer-in-the-headlights
looks on Javier and Santiago's faces.  Eventually, though, Javier began to
smile and, nodding, said, "That's pretty cool," which caused the rest of us
to also nod and say the same thing.  But right afterwards Santiago frowned,
looking confused.

"So does that mean we're gonna be doin' things different from now on?" he
asked.

Mr. Kissner quickly shook his head.  "No, not at all.  Except..."  You
could almost see everyone's ears perk up in anticipation of his next words,
and as he looked at us, he smiled, keeping us in suspense for several
seconds before finally saying, "Well, think about it, guys: Now you get to
fuck me, shit in my mouth, and call me names as a teacher instead of a
center director.  So I want you to think of all the terrible, awful things
you ever wanted to say or do to one of your teachers...then just say and do
them to me instead, okay?"

Whew!  Instant relaxation accompanied a chuckling agreement among us to
give Mr. Kissner exactly what he wanted, especially since it was very much
what we wanted too.  (After all, what kid hasn't wanted to piss in his math
or English teacher's face on occasion?)

After doing our thing with Mr. Kissner, it had become our routine to just
up and leave while he stayed wherever he was to wallow in whatever he
wallowed in.  But today's session had left us boys smelling strongly of
sex, so we decided to take a quick shower before getting dressed and
heading home.  As the water poured down on us, we all had such a great time
laughing, grab-assing, and talking about what we had done and intended to
do to Mr. Kissner that by the time we were done and turned the water off,
we all had erections again.

The four of us just stood there dripping wet, trying to decide whether we
should jack off before toweling off or vice versa.  We weren't even sure if
Mr. Kissner was still around.  But I swear that man could smell a horny boy
from a mile away, because he suddenly appeared out of nowhere and, one by
one, kneeled down in front of us and sucked each of us off.  Being last in
line, I got to watch him do the others first, and each of them grabbed the
back of his head and face-fucked him until they shot their loads down his
throat.  And right after each of them came, they all had to take a leak as
well.  I don't know how thirsty Mr. Kissner was at the time but, of course,
that didn't matter.  As long as they had to go, he would drink it, and he
happily swilled hot piss from the three boys.

When it was my turn, instead of fucking his face like the others had done,
I simply held on to Mr. Kissner's shoulders and let him do all the work,
enjoying the feeling of his lips and tongue working my prick while his
fingers fondled my ass.  As I watched the handsome blond suck me off,
despite all of the nasty sessions with him, it was still hard to believe it
any of it was really happening.  It wasn't just the teacher thing that made
it so unbelievable; it was mostly the skin color thing.  All my life white
people--and especially white men--had been the figures of authority in my
neighborhood.  Teachers, policemen, firemen, storeowners, even the
garbagemen were all people who didn't live in the South Bronx but who came
here to run it, and my mother always warned me to treat them with the
utmost respect, or I might wind up in juvenile hall or reform school.  So
the idea of doing such degrading things to someone who wasn't Latino or
black still seemed very strange to me.  I had the feeling that if
Mr. Kissner ever decided to turn on us, and it came down to whoever it was
believing us or believing him, we wouldn't stand a snowball's chance in
hell of being believed, and juvie hall would indeed be in our future.

But, strangely, instead of this possibility scaring me, it just turned me
all the more, and before I fully realized what I was doing, I found myself
pulling my dick out of Mr. Kissner's mouth and stooping down to whisper in
his ear.  Afterwards he just looked at me in surprise, his blue eyes
sparkling as he grinned.

"Really?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Great!" he said.

Of course the boys wondered what the hell was going on, but they didn't
wonder long when Mr. Kissner stretched out right next to me on the tiled
floor and I squatted over his head, facing his feet.

"Oh, shit!" said Devon, laughing.  "No way, dude!"

"Way," I quietly replied, smirking.

Don't ask what came over me.  All I can tell you is that it was not a
spur-of-the-moment decision.  Knowing that I might do it, I had prepared
myself by eating an extra-large breakfast that morning and an extra-large
lunch that afternoon.  I guess the guys sacrificing a shit session just to
make me feel comfortable had a lot to do with it.  I felt I owed them.  But
Mr. Kissner being a teacher was probably the biggest factor.  I just
couldn't get over the fact that a young white educator like him could enjoy
being used as human toilet and sperm receptacle by a bunch of ghetto boys
like us.  And because I was also becoming more and more convinced that he
would turn on us one day, it made me want to shit in his mouth more than
ever since I figured I might never again get the chance to do that to a
teacher.  Besides that, I wanted to give Mr. Kissner something much more
substantial to take home to his wife.

As the guys gathered around us, I closed my eyes to concentrate, knowing
that, despite my willingness to feed Mr. Kissner, my shy bowel syndrome was
not going to like the fact that there wasn't a toilet underneath me.
Fortunately, as shy as my bowels were, they were no match for my
overwhelming need to shit, and in less than a minute I felt my sphincter
opening up to allow the massive turd up my ass to slide out.

"Fuck!  He makin' a BIG one!" I heard Santiago say.

"Es verdad," said Javier.  "I hope you hungry, puto."

I still didn't feel confident enough to look underneath myself and watch my
log drop into Mr. Kissner's mouth.  So instead I listened, and what I heard
was a soft "splat" followed by loud moaning and a new round of bilingual
catcalls urging the teacher to eat all of the semisoft rope of shit that
was hastily exiting my asshole and rapidly filling his mouth.  Then a
strong smell hit my nose, and the idea that Mr. Kissner was actually eating
what I was smelling amazed me.

"Damn, Bro!  You musta been savin' that shit up for a whole fuckin' week!"
Devon said as one thick turd after another cascaded out of my packed
bowels.

Of course that wasn't the case, but it damn sure seemed like it.  I still
hadn't looked, but I could tell from the way I felt that this was much more
than an ordinary shit; in fact, it was very much like that first time I'd
watched Devon go in Marcus's mouth.  It was like his bowels were turning
inside out as he fed his older cousin his massive load.  But as impressive
as my dump was, Mr. Kissner's hunger for it was even more impressive as he
grunted and snorted his way through my digestive leftovers, sometimes
making weird guttural noises, often sounding like he was choking, but never
once giving me any indication that I should slow down or stop feeding him.

Besides not watching, I had yet to say anything either, other than quietly
moaning due to the utter relief I felt in releasing my load.  Finally I
opened my eyes just a little, and the first thing I saw was Mr. Kissner's
white hand tugging on his hard red dick, which was leaking pre-cum all over
his belly.  For a hot second I thought of what it would be like to slip his
cockhead into my mouth as he was about to shoot his load.  I felt my dick
get even harder as I imagined myself swallowing mouthful after mouthful of
his Caucasian sperm, filling my tummy with the same slimy substance he'd
shot into his wife's pussy to produce their blue-eyed blond children.  That
would make it a nice even exchange: Mr. Kissner would get to take home
something of mine, and I would get to take home something of his.  But I
was too afraid of how my cohorts would react if I made such a move, so I
decided to just stay put.

As it turned out, though, I sort of got what I wanted anyway because
Mr. Kissner got so turned on eating my shit (and by giving me what I'm sure
he thought was my first human toilet experience) that right after the last
turd pushed out of my ass and he swallowed it, he couldn't hold off
climaxing any longer, and once again we heard him shout, "Oh, fuck!  Oh,
fuck!  I'm coming!"

Even though I knew that Mr. Kissner was a powerful shooter, I made no move
to protect myself and ended up getting hit smack in the face by the initial
stream of sperm that gushed out of his urethra, causing me to squint and
instinctive turn my head to the side.

"Damn, Bro!" said Devon.  "He fuckin' SLIMED you!"

There was more to come, several less powerful jets of jism which hit my
neck, chest, stomach, and cock before spurting onto Mr. Kissner's own
torso.  With my face still squinched up, I guess the guys thought I was
pissed off about being spermed up like that; the truth was that I was so
excited by it that it set off my own orgasm, and I barely had time to back
up and jam my dick in Mr. Kissner's mouth before I blew my wad.

"Oo!  Oo!  I'm comin'!" I gasped, trembling.  "Take it, Teach!"

My little off-the-cuff nickname was an instant hit with the guys, as all I
heard from them after I said it was a refrain of, "Yeah, Teach, take it!"

Having already shot two loads up Mr. Kissner's ass, I didn't think I had
much come left in me, but whatever there was, Mr. Kissner greedily gulped
it down; then, just like the guys, I had to piss afterwards, and of course
Mr. Kissner was more than willing to be my urinal, so I emptied my bladder
down his throat too.  After drinking the last of my piss, Mr. Kissner
licked his lips, winked at me, then disappeared again without a word, after
which I took a second shower, and we all toweled off and got dressed.

Naturally, as we walked out of the gym and down the street, all of the talk
focused on me, the guys first congratulating me then asking me how I felt
feeding Mr. Kissner my shit.  But they were even more interested in how I
felt about Mr. Kissner coming on me.  They seemed impressed when I just
shrugged if off and said it wasn't a big deal, that I didn't mind getting
"a little white teacher spunk" on me in exchange for taking a shit in his
mouth, especially since I knew it would wash right off.  But the whole time
I was talking, I was struggling to hide how absolutely thrilled I was that
Mr. Kissner had ejaculated all over me, and how I would savor the memory of
it for a long time.

After that the talk shifted to first-time feedings, both with Mr. Kissner
and Cousin Marcus.  I wasn't all that surprised to discover that Marcus had
corrupted both Javier and Santiago at around the same time he'd corrupted
Devon, when the boys were about seven years old.  He'd also done it in the
same way, first sucking the boys off, then letting them fuck his ass, then
sucking off their shit-stained dicks, then having them shit in his mouth,
all during babysitting sessions.  The only real difference was that Cousin
Marcus never had to resort to the "puppy-dog pout" to get Javier or
Santiago to shit in his mouth.  He simply manipulated them into doing it by
turning it into a friendly brotherly rivalry: Whoever took the bigger shit
in his mouth would get a special prize, either extra dessert or more
staying-up-late time.  ("Yeah, and Ma never figured out why we were both
suddenly cleaning our plates at dinner!" said Santiago.)

But it was the first time with Mr. Kissner that was really intriguing.  I'd
always wondered how Devon's cousins had managed to discover something so
intimate about a stranger, and a white one at that.  I was surprised to
learn that it had really happened the other way around: Mr. Kissner had
discovered something about one of their cousins, Felipe, whom Javier
described as being "hornier than all of the rest of us put together," and
Felipe had turned him on to all of us.

A year older than us, Felipe was short, dark, and VERY handsome.  I knew he
was related to Devon, but I'd never connected him with Cousin Marcus or
Mr. Kissner, because whenever I'd seen him in elementary school, some girl
was always hugging up on him, so I assumed that for him it was pussy or
nothing.  Anyway, he was one of the first of Devon's cousins to enter
middle school, and the first to sign up for the after-school center.  This
was before Mr. Kissner even got there, when the old white-haired gym
teacher the guys called "Rip Van Winkle" (because he used to sleep through
most of the sessions) was running the center.  Felipe would shoot hoops or
play volleyball for a while, but then he'd start thinking about girls or
the things he'd be doing with Cousin Marcus on the weekend, get a raging
erection, and wind up having to dash off to the locker room and sneak into
the utility closet to jack off.  He would do this two, sometimes three
times during a single afternoon session.  This went on straight through Rip
Van Winkle's departure and Mr. Kissner's arrival.  What Felipe didn't know,
though, was that Kissner had started following him into the locker room to
see where he was going and what he was doing.  He had apparently seen
Felipe sneak into the utility closet several times but had never confronted
him.

But his next time at the center would change everything.  Felipe again
played around for about twenty minutes before rushing off to the locker
room.  Again Mr. Kissner followed him, but this time he apparently waited
and listened right outside the utility closet because, according to Javier,
he managed to snatch the door open just as Felipe was about to shoot his
load.  It was the perfect Kodak moment.  Shocked, Felipe just froze.  He
wanted to say something, but with his pants and underwear around his knees
and his hand around his cock, he knew there was nothing he could say to
convince Mr. Kissner that he wasn't doing what they both knew he was.

Looking very upset, Mr. Kissner threatened to notify the principal and
Felipe's parents and let them know what he was spending his time doing at
the after-school center.  Of course Felipe begged him not to tell anyone,
promising never to do it again and offering to do whatever Mr. Kissner
asked of him to avoid being punished and getting either suspended or
expelled.  Mr. Kissner considered Felipe's offer for about five seconds
before agreeing to his terms.  Then, smiling, he stepped inside the closet,
closed the door behind them, and told Felipe to continue doing what he was
before.  Felipe tried but said it was hard to get hard again with someone
watching him.  But really, said Javier, it was because he was so afraid of
what Mr. Kissner might want to do to him in exchange for not telling on
him.  He started feeling a lot better, though, when Mr. Kissner suggested
that instead of jacking off, it would be a lot easier for him to blow his
wad if he were being sucked off, upon which Mr. Kissner dropped to his
knees, popped Felipe's pecker into his mouth, grabbed his bare ass, and
began to give him some serious head.  It took less than two minutes for
Felipe to shoot his load down Mr. Kissner's throat; and when he had to piss
afterwards and asked Mr. Kissner if it would be okay to go in his mouth,
the handsome white man readily agreed to it.  Only then did Felipe realize
that, just like Cousin Marcus, Mr. Kissner was a bottom, and as he
proceeded to take a nice long leak down Mr. Kissner's throat, he knew it
was just a matter of finding out just how much of a bottom he was.

"So how long did that take?" I asked.

"What you think?" said Javier.  "You know that puto couldn't wait.  He had
to get out the closet and go back in the gym before anybody missed him.
But he told Felipe to stay there till the after-school session was over.
Then, just when he was walkin' out, he turned around and told Felipe that
if he had to go to the bathroom again to try not to, to just hold it till
he got back.  Felipe said he started to ask him if that included
number-two, but he didn't bother because he already knew it did."

"So you mean to tell me Felipe took a shit in Mr. Kissner's mouth the SAME
DAY he caught him jacking off in closet?" I asked, incredulous.

"That's right, Bro," said Javier.  "Like I said, that puto couldn't even
wait.  He wanted to get him a taste of that good Latino cáca as quick as he
could!"

Javier went on to tell me how Mr. Kissner not only ate Felipe's shit that
day but licked his asshole clean afterwards then stripped, got down on all
fours, and had Felipe fuck him up the ass.  Of course Mr. Kissner sucked
his shit off Felipe's dick after; then, with Felipe getting hard again,
Mr. Kissner ended up swallowing a second load of sperm, followed by another
load of piss.

"And they did all that shit right in the utility closet," Javier added.
"'Cause that puto didn't have the key to lock up the locker room yet."

That weekend, according to Javier, Felipe did his usual thing with Cousin
Marcus, but he never told him about Mr. Kissner and never told Mr. Kissner
about Cousin Marcus.  Then Cousin Marcus got arrested, so for a while it
was just Felipe and Mr. Kissner.  But with the two of them being "so
fuckin' horny all the time," as Javier put it, one day Mr. Kissner asked
Felipe if he knew any other boys "like him" who might be interested in
joining them.  When Felipe told him he had a bunch of cousins, several of
whom had just started attending the school, and that they would ALL be
interested, "that fuckin' puto's eyes almost popped outta his fuckin' head,
and he had this big fuckin' grin on his face," said Javier.  "After that,
Felipe told our older cousins about Mr. Kissner, then they told us, then we
told Devon and his brothers, then Devon told you, and, like they say, the
rest is history."

"Wow," I said, "that's some story.  Wait a minute," and with the guys
standing around me, I stopped walking, stuck my hand down my pants, and
readjusted my hard-on to make it less obvious.  "Okay, that's better."  Of
course the guys just laughed at me.

By then we had walked all the way back home.  Javier and Santiago lived in
the same big apartment building with Devon and me, but they lived on the
first floor in the back, so they said their goodbyes and took off towards
the back door while Devon and I headed for the front.  I was glad his
cousins had left because I'd wanted to discuss something privately with
Devon, but as he continued to talk about how neat it was when I shit in
Mr. Kissner's mouth and how "Faggots like that deserve to eat shit and get
fucked up the ass every fuckin' day!" I lost my nerve.  I'd hoped to get it
back by the time we got off the elevator, but I didn't, so all I ended up
saying to my friend as we parted company was "see you later."  It made me
want to kick myself since I knew what was on my mind would worry me all
night, which is exactly what happened.

But when I woke up Saturday morning, my attitude had changed and my nerve
came back.  I figured that since I'd "officially" completed my Rite of
Passage by fucking Mr. Kissner's ass and taking a shit in his mouth, it was
time to let Devon know about the "sissy side" of me that kept popping up
and that I'd been struggling to hide.  Yeah, it would probably stun him,
maybe even make him think I was a freak, but he was my best friend, and
since he had shared his deepest secrets with me, I needed to do likewise,
especially about something that was such a core part of who I was.

So later that day, while my mom and dad were out grocery shopping, I called
Devon and invited him over.  Swearing him to secrecy, and threatening to
end our friendship if he breathed a word to anybody, I finally revealed to
him the bottom part of my personality.  I expected him to be shocked, or at
least surprised, as he listened to me, but to my surprise he wasn't.  When
I was done, he just smiled and said he'd suspected as much by the way I'd
reacted to some of the things Cousin Marcus and Mr. Kissner had done, and
especially how casual I was about Mr. Kissner shooting his load on me.  But
what REALLY surprised me was when he told me not to worry, that ALL
guys--including him, Javier, Santiago, Felipe, and his own brothers--had a
sissy side, but as long as I didn't take it up the ass, I was still macho
and not a "faggot pussy"; and as long as I didn't eat shit, I was normal
and not a "faggot pussy freak."

"But most of all," Devon added, "as long as you don't do any of that shit
when we're with Mr. Kissner, then it's cool."

After that Devon and I got naked, lay head-to-toe on my bed, and sucked
each other's dicks in what I later learned was called a "69," and when we
came, we both swallowed each other's loads.  I also finally got Devon to
fart in my mouth, and while it wasn't as exciting as Mr. Kissner seemed to
think it was, I still liked it and showed Devon my appreciation by sticking
my tongue up his ass, another first for me and something he really seemed
to like.

By the time Devon left my house that day, I felt as though a huge weight
had been lifted off my shoulders.  I was SO happy to find out that having a
sissy side was normal.  Then I started wondering how Javier and Santiago
expressed their sissy sides.  Were they doing it when they were feeling me
up so I could fuck Mr. Kissner that second time?  Did they do like Devon
and I had just done and suck each other's dicks?  Maybe they didn't do it
with each other at all but with Felipe or Devon's brothers or their other
cousins.  And were any of them into getting farted in the mouth?  I had a
lot of questions, but now that I knew that we all shared what I once
thought I alone possessed, I could wait for the answers.


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