Date: Thu, 25 Nov 2010 05:42:46 +0000
From: Scat Boy <coproman69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Small Tops, Big Bottoms - Part 5 (b/b, anal, oral, ws, scat)

Small Tops, Big Bottoms - Part 5 (b/b, anal, oral, ws, scat)
by Coproman


When Devon, Javier, Santiago and I returned to school after summer
vacation, we were met with devastating news: Mr. Kissner was gone!  At
first we thought he had suffered the same fate that Cousin Marcus had,
meaning he'd propositioned the wrong kid and gotten busted.  But according
to the new after-school director, he'd been offered a full-time teaching
position at a middle school in the suburbs, and had jumped at the
opportunity to make more money while working closer to home.

I didn't really believe it.  For a guy like Mr. Kissner some things are FAR
more important than money and convenience.  My guess was that pressure from
Mrs. Kissner had had a lot to do with his decision, not understanding that
her husband would simply end up coming home with multiple loads of
white-boy sperm up his ass and eating multiple loads of white-boy shit
instead of ours.  But whether or not she was to blame or Mr. Kissner had
simply crapped out on us didn't really matter.  The bottom line was that he
was gone, and once again we were left high and dry.

So now everything was the same as it had been after Cousin Marcus's arrest:
Once again we were a bunch of small tops seeking a big bottom to satisfy
our firmly established scat fetishes.  Naturally the first person we
considered approaching was the new director.  But he gave no indication
that he was anything other than a straight arrow, so we quickly abandoned
that plan.  So it was back to the drawing board, starting from scratch to
find another pedo scat freak...well, not exactly from scratch, because I
found out that there were already candidates for the position.  Apparently
all of Mr. Kissner's other boys had learned the same thing Devon and I had
learned from our experience with Cousin Marcus: Never take anything for
granted because it can be snatched away from you in a New York minute; or,
to use the Boy Scout Motto, "Be prepared."  So we all had contingency
plans.  We just didn't necessarily share them with each other.

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

Devon and I started getting our own contingency plan together not long
after we first had sex with each other, which was right after we'd shared
our sissy sides.  So by the end of June, knowing we wouldn't be seeing
Mr. Kissner again until September, we were already exploring ways we could
get our rocks off for two months without sinking to the "faggot pussy" or
"faggot pussy freak" level, as Devon defined them.  That usually meant
either sucking each other off or taking turns crack-fucking each other
until each of us spurted a load between the other's butt cheeks then
licking it up.  But after a couple of weeks of this, I wanted to go
further, even if it meant venturing down those forbidden paths of
debauchery.  So after each get-together I would ask Devon, "I wonder what
it feels like to take it up the butt?" and every time he would answer, "You
don't wanna know," upon which I would back off and say, "No, I guess not."

One day, though, I was feeling particularly horny.  Even after Devon had
farted in my mouth and I'd licked his asshole and we'd fucked each other's
mouths and swallowed each other's spunk, I wanted more.  So as we lay in a
sideways 69 with our faces still in one another's hairless crotches, I
spoke directly to Devon's dick: "You know, I REALLY wonder what it feels
like to take it up the butt.  I figure if Mr. Kissner and Cousin Marcus
both had us do it to them all those times, it must feel kinda nice."

"I guess it does, if you're a faggot pussy like them," said Devon, humping
my face a few times before stopping and asking me, "You're not a faggot
pussy, are you?"

"...no, but..."

"'But' what?"

Pausing, I took a deep breath, getting a good whiff of Devon's sweaty pubic
area as I got up my nerve, then said, "I kinda wanna see how YOURS feels in
my butt. Nobody else's, just yours.  Does that still make me a faggot
pussy?"

"Well...kinda," Devon said haltingly, his prick rapidly rehardening in my
face, "but..."

I smiled.  "'But' what?"

"Well, if nobody knows but us, then it don't matter," he explained.
"Besides, it's not like you're REALLY a faggot pussy.  You'd just be a
make-believe one while we're fooling around.  And as long as neither one of
us tells anybody what we did, who's gonna know?"

"Good point," I agreed.  "So will you put your dick in my butt so I can see
what it feels like?"

"You really want me to?"

"Yeah."

By that time, of course, both of us were fully erect again, so I wasn't
surprised when Devon humped my face a few more times and said, "Okay.  Lay
on your stomach...faggot."

Smiling again, I kissed the head of his prick then flipped over onto my
tummy and closed my eyes.  I can't tell you how excited I was at the
prospect of my good friend fucking me up the ass.  But the very notion that
I was so turned on also scared me because I saw it as my first step down
the road to becoming something more than just a pretend faggot pussy, maybe
even a faggot pussy freak.  Would I too end up as a bachelor bottom with
little boys dropping by my house to fuck me up the ass and poop in my
mouth?  Right now it didn't matter; all I wanted was to feel Devon's dick
in my butt.

Taking great care not to hurt me, Devon greased up his dick and my asshole
as much as possible with Vaseline before mounting me.  To warm up he
crack-fucked me again for a couple of minutes.  Then I felt the head of his
prick pressing against my asshole.  My instinct was to tighten my
sphincter, which, despite all the lubrication, would have made it hard for
Devon to get inside me.  But what I didn't tell Devon was that I had been
preparing for weeks for this moment by probing my anus with various
objects, including a carrot and the handle of a hairbrush, so I already
knew that I needed to push out like I was taking a shit to make it easier
for him to get inside me.  So I relaxed and pushed, and just like that the
head of Devon's dick popped inside me.

"Nngh!" I gasped.

"Hey, Ty, you okay?" asked Devon, concerned.

"Uh-huh," I mumbled.

"So how's it feel?  Does it hurt?"

"A little, but it's not bad."  Turning my head to side, I asked, "So how
much is in there?"

"It's a little past the head," he said.  "So can I keep going?"

"Yeah, but go slow, okay?"

"Okay."

Turning my head back, I pressed my face into my pillow, preparing for the
pain that I was sure would come with Devon's continued entry.  But to my
surprise, I felt no pain at all, just a little discomfort as he slowly
pushed more and more of his rod up my ass.  Soon he was lying flat on top
of me.

"That's it, Bro," Devon announced.  "I'm in up to my balls.  So how is it?"

"Not bad," I admitted as I flexed my sphincter on his shaft.  Actually I
was really surprised.  In my head I was picturing the length of Devon's
dick, and I couldn't believe that all four inches of it were nestled in my
rectum and that it wasn't hurting.

Putting his mouth right beside my ear, Devon whispered, "So can I start
fuckin' you now?"

"Yeah," I whispered back, "but go slow again, okay?"

"Okay."

I was expecting him to start right away, so I was surprised when he just
lay there for a minute.  It turned out that he was about to confess
something to me.

"Hey, Ty, you know what?"

"What?"

"Well, to tell the truth, I been wantin' to get some butt offa you for long
time, but I didn't wanna turn you into no faggot pussy, so instead,
whenever I did Cousin Marcus and Mr. Kissner, I would make believe it was
you."

"Really?"

"Yep.  But they're both so big, I couldn't really convince myself, so I
stopped tryin'."

"So now that it's really happening, what do you think?"

"¡Me gusta!  I like!  I like!  You're a helluva lot tighter than them two
faggot pussies--that's for sure!"

Snickering, I braced myself and waited for Devon to start humping me.
Still afraid of hurting me, he pulled out very slowly then pushed back in
just as slowly.  When I didn't wince or tighten up, he went a bit faster,
and when I still didn't show signs of feeling any pain, he went faster
still.  Before you knew it, my best friend was fucking my ass at a nice
steady pace.

"So how's it feel now, Ty?  It still don't hurt?"

"Nope," I said, and it was true.  In fact it was now starting to feel good,
and while I couldn't imagine taking anything much longer or thicker than
Devon's dick back there, I was beginning to understand the pleasure that
Mr. Kissner and Cousin Marcus took in having boys like us fuck men like
them up the ass.

"So can I go faster?"

"Don't ask.  Just do it," I said, suddenly annoyed that Devon was treating
me so gingerly.

"Okay, faggot, you asked for it," said Devon, and he quickly turned on the
juice, fucking me with full, hard strokes.  I wasn't quite as prepared for
his onslaught as I thought, and I winced as his dick hit nerve endings I
didn't even know I had.  But it never once occurred to me to tell him to
stop or slow down, because by now he was really into it, and the fact that
he was so into it made me get into it.  Besides, I knew that the pleasure
I'd felt before would come back as soon as my rectum stretched open a
little more.

Fortunately I was right.  In fact, once my anus had fully accommodated
Devon's dick, the hard fucking actually felt better than the gentle
fucking.  After only a few minutes of it I found myself lifting my hips to
meet his downstrokes and panting, "Yeah, fuck me, Devon!  Fuck the shit
outta my black ass!"

"So you like havin' my half-nigger dick up your full-nigger ass, huh,
faggot boy?"

"Yeah, I love it!  It feels SO fuckin' good!"

"And you want me to shoot my load in that nigger ass, don't you?"

"Yeah!" I said.  "I wanna feel your spunk deep in my asshole!"

"Well, get ready, faggot boy, 'cause here it comes!"

With a final hard thrust, Devon buried his boner in my anus, plastered his
chest against my back, and started shivering like he was cold.

"Shit!  I'm comin'!  Take it!  Take my load right in your fuckin' ass,
faggot!"

As I lay there, I was hoping to actually feel Devon's sperm squirting into
my intestines, but I guess there wasn't enough of it, because all I felt
was his dick throbbing in my rectum.  When his climax was over, I gently
squeezed my sphincter, milking him dry and making him moan.  Afterwards my
friend just lay on top of me, breathing heavily as he recovered from his
orgasm.

Turning my head to the side again, I quietly said, "So I take it you liked
fuckin' my ass."

"Damn right, Bro," Devon sighed.  "That shit was SWEET!"

I paused then asked, "So...what are we gonna do about MY hard-on?"

"Just hold on a minute, Baby.  I'll take care of that for you."

The "Baby" part caught me off guard.  Devon had never referred to me that
way before.  Then again I had never taken on the role of being his bitch
before either, so I guess it was appropriate, given our new relationship.

As Devon's breathing evened out, he got so relaxed on top of me that I
thought he'd fallen asleep.  But several seconds later, I felt him lifting
off me, pulling his shrunken penis out of my ravaged rectum.  When the head
finally slipped out, it felt slimy and mushy back there, like I had shit
out a wet little turd, and right after that it felt nice and cool, as the
air hit my expanded hole.  I flexed my sphincter a couple of times and
Devon got all excited that he could see his spunk oozing out of my asshole.

Afterwards Devon lay on his back next to me and told me to roll over on top
of him, move up and fuck his mouth.  This was as submissive as he'd ever
been with me, and it was not only a pleasant surprise but a welcome one
too, being that the flip side of my nature was pushing through and I was
feeling a lot less "sissy" at the time.  So I followed Devon's
instructions, looking underneath myself as I docked my cock between his
lips.

"You ready?" I asked.

"Mm-hm," he replied, tilting his head back to look up at me.

As Devon had done when he fucked my ass, I started off slowly, gently
lowering and lifting my hips and watching my dick slip in and out of his
mouth and my crotch repeatedly push into his face.  After a few of these
slow strokes, though, he must've felt the same way I did about being
fucked, because he grabbed my ass and started squeezing my cheeks,
indicating that he wanted me to step up the pace.  So I did, pumping my
hips and pistoning my boner into his mouth, making him moan.

At some point--and I'm not sure when--I crossed over, meaning I no longer
cared if I was causing Devon any kind of discomfort.  All that mattered was
getting my rocks off, and if I had to hump his head into the mattress then
so be it.  Fortunately Devon didn't seem to mind surrendering his mouth to
me, because he kept a nice firm hold on my butt as I fucked his face, my
dick driving down his throat and my balls bouncing off his chin until it
was time for my prepubescent baby-makers to check out of the nursery.

"Oo! Oo!" I panted, jerking, thrusting my hips forward, and trembling as my
prick began to throb.  "Take it, Devon!  Take my come right in your pussy
mouth!"

Not only did Devon suck on my cock the whole time it was down his throat,
he also surprised me by shoving his middle finger up my mushy ass, which
caused me to push my crotch even harder into his face, forcing my dick even
farther down his throat, and probably causing me to shoot out a little
extra spunk as well.  It took only a few seconds of Devon wiggling his
finger around inside me for me to empty my balls in his mouth.

Afterwards, feeling drained, I slowly lifted myself up, pulling my dick
free of Devon's lips as he pulled his finger out of my asshole.  He slid
from under me and I flopped face-down on the bed.  Two seconds later he
stuck his shitty finger right under my nose and laughed when I jerked my
head back.

"S'matter, Ty?  I thought you liked smellin' shit."

"Not my OWN!" I protested, though that wasn't entirely true.

"So how'd you like the way I sucked your dick this time?"

"It was good," I admitted.  "I'm surprised you didn't choke, taking it down
your throat like that.  So who you been practicin' on?"

"Your mama.  And her dick's a LOT bigger than yours."

When we finished giggling over that, Devon made a move to get up.

"Where you goin'?" I asked him.

"Well, I gotta take a serious shit, and since Cousin Marcus and Mr. Kissner
ain't here, I'm gonna hafta use your toilet...unless..."  He looked at me
and smiled slyly.

"'Unless' what?" I asked.

"Unless you want me to do it in your mouth.  Do you?"

"No!  No way!" I said quickly.  "I might pretend to be a faggot pussy, but
I draw the line at that faggot pussy FREAK shit!"

"Good," said Devon.  "'Cause sometimes I be wonderin' about you, Bro.
Anyway, I'll be back."  And with that he hopped off the bed and dashed
naked out the door and down the hall.

As much as I wanted to follow my good friend, I stayed put because I didn't
want him to know that I had lied.  I didn't draw the line at all.  I wanted
very much for him to shit in my mouth.  And while showing up in the
bathroom would've confirmed his suspicions about me, the fact that I had a
full boner again would've also let him know just how turned on I was about
doing it.  The truth was that every time I'd watched Cousin Marcus or
Mr. Kissner eat shit, I pictured myself more on the receiving than the
giving end of the nasty act.  And every time I tongued Devon's asshole, I
imagined what it would be like to hold my mouth there while he fed me a
nice fat turd.  My only fear--especially after that last mega shit session
with Mr. Kissner--was that Devon's load would be too big for me to handle.
So I found myself fantasizing not so much about him as I did about Miguel,
his little brother.  Being that he was only six, I figured I'd have no
trouble swallowing his whole bowel movement.  I also thought about how
easily I could indoctrinate him at such a young age into becoming my
regular scat top.

But I dared not breathe a word of this to Devon.  Since he already saw me
as suspect, I couldn't let him know that I wanted to eat his little
brother's shit any more than I could let him know I wanted to eat his.
Either way it would mean I was a faggot pussy freak, as far as he was
concerned.  And if I even hinted at my indoctrination fantasy, it would no
doubt remind him of what Cousin Marcus did to him when he was a little kid,
which, even though he liked it, might freak him out with regard to Miguel
and jeopardize our friendship.

Of course, the fact that I was thinking seriously about ANY of this scared
the hell out of me.  I couldn't believe I was actually PLOTTING to satisfy
my shit-eating fantasies with my best friend's little brother!  When I
looked in the mirror, I almost expected to see Cousin Marcus's face staring
back at me.  But I couldn't deny those urges or the emergence of my bottom,
and the thought of having a young, inexperienced boy fuck my ass and shit
in my mouth wouldn't go away.  The funny thing, though, was that I still
felt like a top too.  At the time we were only a couple of weeks into the
summer and, just like Devon and the others, I was already missing
Mr. Kissner's asshole and mouth.  That's when I began to realize that for
some people it wasn't a matter of "either/or" when it came to being a top
or a bottom.  It wasn't a matter of being a top with a sissy side either.
It was a matter of understanding that people like me could feel as
comfortable on top as they did on bottom...and needed BOTH to be fully
satisfied.

Anyway, Devon and I continued to do our thing (and I assumed his brothers
and cousins continued to do theirs) until the end of July, when he broke
the news to me that he would be spending the entire month of August upstate
in summer camp.  I was devastated.  Devon didn't seem to be too thrilled
either, but there was nothing he could do about it.  His mom had signed him
up months ago, before we'd started exploring our sissy sides, and there was
no way he could get out of going.  As crushed as I was, my bottom
immediately saw this as an opportunity.

"So who all is going?" I asked.

"Me, my two older brothers, Javier, Santiago, Felipe, and a couple of my
other cousins."

"What about Miguel?"

"Nah, he's too young.  You have to be at least nine, so he's stayin' home
with Ma."

Forcing a sad smile, I said, "Well, I'm sure gonna miss you.  I'll probably
be jackin' off ten times a day just thinkin' about you."

"Same here, Bro.  And I'm REALLY gonna miss that tight booty of yours."

We both laughed at that, but I had a feeling there would be more than
enough tight booty to go around up at camp.  Hell, the camp director
himself might be another Mr. Kissner!  But since I wouldn't be involved in
any of it, I didn't even want to think about it.  Besides, I was already
thinking about ways of being alone with Miguel, because I had no intention
of just jacking off for a whole month....

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

When the bus left for camp, a bunch of us were there to see it off,
including Devon's mom and Miguel, who was obviously upset about his big
brothers leaving him.  Even with tears streaming down his face, though,
this little boy was the cutest thing I'd ever laid eyes on.  Not quite four
feet tall, he was light-skinned with big dark eyes and long dark curly
hair.  Wearing a white tee-shirt with the flag of Puerto Rico emblazoned on
it, he looked a lot more Hispanic than Devon.  The only feature they shared
was a round little butt, and Miguel's was poking out prominently in his
tight blue shorts.

Vowing to have my tongue in that butt before the end of the month, I boldly
walked up to Devon's mom and told her that, with so many of her kids going
off to camp, I would be more than happy to babysit Miguel if she needed me
to.  She thanked me for the offer but said that her two teenaged daughters
would be staying home and that they would babysit Miguel while she was at
work.

I tried not to look as disappointed as I felt.  I had completely forgotten
about Devon's older sisters.  Then I remembered that Devon had other
relatives living in our building as well, so even if his sisters weren't
available to babysit Miguel, one of the relatives would be, just like
Cousin Marcus had babysat Devon, Javier, and Santiago.  Now I felt even
worse, and as the bus pulled off, I half-heartedly waved to Devon and the
others, wishing I were going with them.

But sometimes good fortune smiles down on even the most perverted of
individuals.  For me it happened just three days after the boys left for
camp.  I was home alone and, predictably, in the middle of jacking off when
the doorbell rang.  To my surprise it was Jasmine, one of Devon's older
sisters, and right beside her was little Miguel!

"Hi, Tyrone.  Listen, me and my sister have to go out, and our mom's not
home yet, so could you watch Miguel till we get back?"

"Sure," I said, smiling while wondering why they hadn't left him with their
relatives.

"We would've left him with one of our aunts or uncles," she continued, as
if reading my mind, "but...well, you know, since we're only gonna be gone a
couple of hours, we didn't want them tellin' Ma how we dumped him on them
and whatnot, you know?"

Still smiling, I nodded.  I figured these girls probably had boyfriends and
didn't want to be saddled with a six-year-old all day long, so I said, "I
don't mind.  I'm here all summer, so anytime you want to drop him off for a
while, it's okay."

"Thanks," said Jasmine, giving me a hug and kissing me on the forehead.
"I'll see you in a little bit.  Bye, Miguel."

"Bye," he replied, waving.

Leading the boy inside, I closed and locked the door.  My heart was beating
so fast I thought I was either going to faint or have a heart attack.  I
took a deep breath before turning around and staring at little Miguel, who
was standing there looking as innocent as a newborn babe.  He was wearing
the same Puerto Rico shirt and tight blue shorts he'd had on at the camp
send-off.  I was about to pounce on him with my seduction plan when he said
something that stopped me dead in my tracks:

"Ty, my wee-wee's hard.  Can you suck it and make it soft again like my
brother does?"

Whoa!!  "...uhh...which brother is that?" I asked, trying my best to stay
composed.

"Devon."

Ah-HAH! I said to myself, mentally wagging my finger at my best friend.
He's too young to go to camp but not too young to fool around with!  Shit,
no wonder the poor kid was crying when we saw you off; just like me, he was
losing his sex partner!

"Sure, Miguel," I said, smiling as I took him by the hand.  "I'll suck it
for you.  Let's go in my room."  I never expected to get so far with him
this quickly, and I was grateful to Devon for allowing me to skip all the
preliminaries.

As soon as we were in my room, Miguel casually shimmied out of his shorts
and underwear, letting them drop down onto his sneakers.  Then he just
stood there looking at me and waiting.  Because he still had his tee-shirt
on, I couldn't see anything.  But something underneath was causing the
front of his shirttail to tent out.

"Take that shirt off too, amigo," I said, deliberately using the same pet
name that Mr. Kissner had used for Santiago.  "I wanna see how many muscles
you have under there."

Giggling he bent over and tugged at his shirt, only to get it stuck on his
head.  As he fought to get it off, he turned his back to me and I took a
few moments to stare at his naked little ass before finally assisting him.
I also helped him step out of the shorts and briefs bunched up around his
ankles, leaving him wearing only his socks and sneakers.

"That's better.  Wow!  You look like you've been workin' out!"

I wasn't kidding, but I wasn't talking about Miguel's pecs or biceps, which
were, like those of every other six-year-old boy, basically non-existent.
No, I was talking about that muscular little erection of his, which was at
least three inches long--very impressive for a boy his age!  Along with his
ball sac, which was the size of a large walnut, they were the most
beautiful little genitals I'd ever seen, and I was eager to taste them.  A
quick calculation told me that if I sat on the floor next to my bed with my
back against the mattress, my mouth and Miguel's cocklet would be on just
about the same level; he could just walk up to me and stick it right
between my lips.  So I did, and he did, and I cupped his cute palm-sized
buns as he proceeded to fuck my mouth.

"Mmmmmmmm!" I moaned as Miguel's prick pistoned my pursed lips, his crotch
bumped against my nose, and his balls bounced of my bottom lip.  The pissy
aroma of his hairless pubic area added to the thrill of sucking off the
little boy, and I was couldn't wait to see how he reacted when he came.

I didn't have to wait long.  No more than three minutes into humping my
head, the horny little Hispanic gasped, getting up on his toes as he
pressed his pubes into my face and began to shiver.

"¡Ay! ¡Ay! ¡Ay!" he yipped, his prick pulsating between my lips as I held
on tight to his quivering little ass.  To heighten the experience, I
sneaked the tip of my middle finger into his anus, mimicking what Devon had
done to me, and I got even more turned on when the boy's sphincter grabbed
it and began to suck on it.  Though Miguel was too young to shoot anything,
just having his stiffy in my mouth as he climaxed made me feel as if I were
draining him of his sexual essence, that it was pouring right down my
throat, and that feeling made me wish I could be there to taste his very
first load.

But while there was no come for me to swallow, there were other things
Miguel's young body offered that, for me, were just as good; and as the boy
came down from his orgasm and slumped against my head, I knew that my next
stop was where my fingertip was planted.  I waited for his weiner to wilt
before letting it drop out of my mouth and unplugging his anus.  I pulled
myself off the floor and sat on the bed.

"So how'd you like it, amigo?  Was it good?"

"Uh-huh," he panted.  "REAL good!"

"So does your brother ever do anything besides suck your wee-wee?"

"Like what?"

"Like lick your butthole."

"Ewwwwww!" he said, frowning and shaking his head.  "No!  That's GROSS!"

"Well, guess what, amigo.  'Gross' is what I'm all about.  So turn around
and bend over so I can get a good look at that little cáca hole of yours."

After giving me one of those "I-can't-believe-you're-so-fucking-nasty"
looks, the boy slowly turned around and bent over, holding his knees for
support as I crouched behind him.  He had the most perfect little round ass
I'd ever seen--a smaller, lighter version of Devon's--and I took great
pleasure in spreading his buns apart.

But what I found surprised me.  No, not the shit.  When I was six years
old, it was against my religion to take any more than five seconds to wipe
my ass after taking a dump, so I fully expected the smelly brown residue I
found in Miguel's anus.  But I also expected to find a tight little hole,
and what I was looking at was neither all that tight nor all that little.
At first I thought it was simply an illusion, that his cheeks were so small
that they merely appeared to make his asshole look big.  But that wasn't
it, at least not entirely, and before I could stop myself, I asked him
exactly what I was thinking:

"So, Miguel, has Devon been sticking his wee-wee in your butthole?"

He didn't answer me, which gave me my answer, but I wanted to hear him tell
me.

"Well?" I persisted.

"...I'm not supposed to tell nobody," he finally confessed.

"Don't worry, amigo.  I won't say anything.  It's just between us," I
assured him.  But to myself I said, DOUBLE Ah-HAH! and again I mentally
wagged my finger at my horny best friend.  Somehow he hadn't sworn Miguel
to secrecy about sucking his little cock, but he had about fucking his
little butt.  So he had no qualms about turning his own little brother into
a faggot pussy.

"So how long has he been doin' you?" I asked.

"I'm not sure.  I can't think back that far."

Naturally I was pissed off.  Not only had my best friend held out on
informing me about Miguel, he had also held out on sharing him with me.
Maybe, for whatever reason, he couldn't.  I wanted to give him the benefit
of the doubt.  But I had a feeling he was just being selfish, which wasn't
fair to me or Miguel.  Now that he was away at camp, though, I would
graciously pick up where he'd left off and add a few new tricks of my own.
Ironically it was only because of Devon that I had the desire to fuck
Miguel.  By inviting me to ass-fuck Cousin Marcus and Mr. Kissner, he had
awakened my dormant top; and now that Mr. Kissner was on vacation, and
since Devon, even if he weren't off at camp, wouldn't let me fuck him
anyway, my dick was aching for some butt--ANY butt--and, as they say, "any
port in a storm...."

As I continued to peer deep inside the six-year-old's anus, I began to
focus more on the leftover shit, and I was pleased to see brown smears not
only on the surface of his anus but on walls of his rectum as well; then I
deep-sniffed him and felt my dick harden when a strong shit odor filled my
nostrils.  I kept thinking how if I'd only managed to get to Miguel the
same day his brothers had left for camp, I'd probably have found a nice
load of Devon's come inside him too.  But the leftover shit was good enough
for now, and I moaned as I pressed my lips over his hole and thrust my
tongue up his ass.

"Ooh!  Ooh!" Miguel gasped, flinching.  "That tickles."

I don't think "tickles" was really what he meant, because I certainly
didn't hear him laughing as I probed his shitty, smelly asshole.  He just
cooed like a contented pigeon, so I figured "tickles" was the only word he
had in his limited vocabulary to describe what he was feeling.

What I was feeling was almost as hard to describe because it was so
intense.  I couldn't believe I was actually licking the shit out the
asshole of my best friend's little brother, a kid half my age.  In fact,
Miguel was a full year younger than Devon had been when Cousin Marcus first
freaked on him.  Oh, well, I told myself, kids learn things a lot earlier
these days.

After I finished eating Miguel's anus, I spread it open and peered inside
again.  All of the brown smears were gone, and his pucker glistened with my
saliva.  I wanted to tell him that he now had the cleanest asshole of any
six-year-old on the planet, but I couldn't because I knew he was hiding
something, something that my tongue couldn't quite reach far enough inside
him to confirm.  So I licked my middle finger and reinserted it in his
spit-lubricated hole, this time going past the tip.

"Ouch!" he yipped, flinching again as his sphincter grabbed ahold of my
knuckle.  But after I kissed him on his ass and told him to relax, he
unlocked his bowels again and my finger slowly sank into his rectum.  Sure
enough, a little more than half way in, I ran into something.  I poked it a
couple of times before slowly withdrawing, eliciting another "Ouch!" from
the boy as my finger popped out of his tight little tailpipe.

I smiled when I saw the light-brown dollop on my fingertip and under my
fingernail.  I sniffed it then sucked it off, and as soon as the earthy
flavor hit my taste buds, I knew right away that this was not only
something I wanted but NEEDED, and that I wouldn't be able to do without
for very long.  At that moment I knew that I had crossed Devon's pervert
line: I was now a confirmed faggot pussy freak, just like Cousin Marcus and
Mr. Kissner.  But instead of being horrified by the realization, I was
relieved: I no longer had to make excuses for anything I felt or did.

Turning Miguel around, I raised myself up just high enough to get
eye-to-eye with him.  "Hey, amigo, before we do any more wee-wee sucking,
don't you have to do somethin' else first?"

"Like what?" he asked.

"Like a number two."

Surprised, he said, "Yeah.  How'd you know?"

"'Cause I could taste it and feel it up your butt."

"Ewwwwww!  Gross!" he said, his cute face again squinching up, turning me
on all the more.

"So you need to go ahead and do that before I suck your wee-wee again,
okay?"

"Okay," he said, nodding; but when he started walking off to the bathroom,
I gently grasped his arm.

"Whoa, amigo.  Where you goin'?  I want you to do it right here."

He looked confused.  "In your room?"

"Yep."

Looking around, he said, "But I don't see no toilet or potty or nothin' in
here."

"Well, that's because there ain't one."

"So where I'm suppose to go at?"

"Where no boy has gone before," I said, snickering.  Too young to
understand the Star Trek reference, Miguel continued to just stand there
staring at me, still looking confused.  Staring right back at him, I said,
"I want you to do a number two in my mouth, amigo."

It was fascinating to see little Miguel's expression morph from confusion
to disbelief to shock to disgust right before my eyes, even before the
"Ewwwwwwww!!  Gross!!" could make its way out of his frowning mouth.  But
as much fun as it was to gross him out, my bottom was begging for him to
take control and "force" me to eat his shit.  So I needed to get him to
change his attitude.  The question was how to do it.  Right now he was
looking at me not only as if I were the biggest piece of scum on earth but
also like he wanted to BE anyplace else on earth.  But I was hopeful that a
little reverse psychology would get me what I wanted.

"That's okay.  Forget it," I said, batting my hand at him.  "Go ahead to
the bathroom."

"Okay," he said, slowly backing away from me.

Then I sighed as heavily as I could and shook my head.  "I knew Devon was
wrong."

Right away Miguel stopped, as I knew he would.  "Wrong about what?"

"About you doin' a number two in my mouth.  I told him you weren't old
enough to play nasty big boy games like that, but he said you were plenty
old enough and if I asked you to do it, you would, 'cause you were a big
boy too."

"He did?"

"Yep.  But I knew he was wrong, 'cause look what happened when I did ask
you.  You didn't act like a big boy.  You acted like a big fuckin' baby."

"I ain't no baby!" he said sternly.

I shook my head again.  "Well, you're sure actin' like one.  Matter of
fact, I'm gonna go see if I can find a bottle for you to suck on...baby."

"I told you, I AIN'T no BABY!"

"Well, I don't believe you."  I began to search my room.  "Now I know my
old baby bottle is around here somewhere.  I know I didn't throw it out,
'cause I knew one day I'd have to babysit a BIG FUCKIN' BABY like you."

"I AIN'T NO BABY!!" he screamed.  Red-faced, crying, and livid, he rushed
at me, swinging his fists.  As he began to fight me, I was trying hard not
to laugh, but he looked so funny being so aggressive while wearing nothing
but his socks and sneakers.  At the same time I was impressed that, even
though I was bigger than him, he didn't hesitate to attack me.  Indeed, he
was surprisingly strong for his age, and his punches hurt, but this was
exactly the reaction I was hoping to get.

"Okay, okay!" I said, wrapping my arms around him.  "I take it back.
You're not a baby.  You're a big boy.  But that means you're gonna do like
Devon said and go in my mouth, right?"

"Yeah!" he said, sniffling as he began to calm down.  "And it ain't gonna
be no baby cáca, neither!  I'm gonna make a great BIG cáca right in your
nasty ol' mouth!"

The six-year-old's words were music to my ears: It wasn't going to be
nearly as hard as I thought to turn him into the top I wanted him to be.
What I did not want, though, was for Miguel to be distracted by my
super-hard dick, so I stripped off only my shirt and lay face-up on the
floor.

"Okay, amigo, come over here and squat over my face."

Eager to show me what a big grown-up boy he was, the little Puerto Rican
boldly walked over and stood over me, his feet framing my head as he
glowered down at me.  His position gave me a fantasic view of everything
from his curvy little butt cheeks to his narrow ass crack to his pouting
anus to his round ball sac to his stiff cocklet, still glistening with my
spit.  And above it all was his red, angry face staring down at me, the
face of a boy whose attitude about shitting in my mouth had flipped 180
degrees simply because he now had something to prove.

But the moment Miguel turned around, facing away from me, and squatted over
my head, I was suddenly seized by uncertainty.  As cute as his little
light-skinned ass was, I had no idea just how much shit was hiding between
the lips of that pouting anus and began to doubt my ability handle it all.
But that uncertainty came in a distant second to my excitement, and as
Miguel held on to my bed to steady himself, I became determined to eat
everything he fed me, no matter how much there was or how difficult it was
to do.

Adjusting his little butt to make sure his asshole was positioned directly
over my mouth, I said, "Okay, amigo, you're on target.  Now it's up to
you."

While he didn't respond verbally, his anus kissed at me a couple of times
then swelled up into a tiny donut.  My mouth was wide open and my heart was
thumping away as the little hole slowly expanded until the tail end of a
baby brown turd began to push out.

"Oh, fuck!" I said, shoving my hand in my underwear and grabbing my cock.
"Yeah, Miguel!  Shit in my mouth!  I wanna fuckin' EAT it!"

Again the little Puerto Rican said nothing, but his asshole spoke volumes
as it proceeded to lay the most delightful little loaf of boy-shit right on
my outstretched tongue.

"Nnnnnnnn!" I groaned, piggishly gulping down the boy's anal gift whole.
There was more smell than taste, and that smell was strong, but I was so
enthralled by the idea of eating my first toddler turd that both the smell
and the taste were like ambrosia.  But then he drew in his sphincter, and I
was afraid that the one piece of shit was all the cute child had for me.
Fortunately it was just a matter of his bowels taking a break, because a
few seconds later his anal lips kissed at me again, his hole cratered open
again, and a longer, softer turd began to enter my mouth, smacking and
crackling as it grew into a long rope, rapidly filling my oral cavity.

"Nnnnnnnn!" I groaned again, this time biting into the semisoft mass,
chewing it up, and savoring the bursts of shitty flavor on my taste buds
as, mouthful by mouthful, I swallowed the little boy's feces.

No doubt thinking that he'd at least gotten my attention, Miguel finally
broke his silence, smugly asking, "Hey, Ty, NOW am I a big boy?"

Being that my mouth was otherwise occupied, I could only respond with a
quick "Mm-hm!" but it was enough to let him know that, yes, he was doing a
good job and, no, I shouldn't have questioned his big-boyness.  For him,
I'm sure, what he was doing to me was just as satisfying as beating me up
for calling him a baby.  But for me what he was doing--and what I was
experiencing--was better than anything I could have imagined.  Finally I
was able to identify completely with Cousin Marcus and Mr. Kissner, and I
totally understood why eating boy-shit was such a turn-on for them.  No, I
couldn't explain it.  I still can't.  All I can say is that it's a deep,
fundamental need that probably has something to do with turning things
topsy-turvy, so what's usually done among adults is done with children,
what's usually a private act is shared, and what's usually flushed down
gets eaten.  And surrounding it all--amping up the sexual excitement--is
the idea that you're permanently changing everything a child has been
taught about human waste, simultaneously corrupting and expanding his mind
by involving him in one of the vilest, most taboo acts anyone can perform.

Of course the fact that Miguel was so cute was another thing that made
eating his shit so exciting.  While I probably would've done it even if he
looked like a troll, I wouldn't have been nearly as turned on.  Then I
thought about some of the other cute boys I'd seen in his first-grade
class--which was made up mostly of Puerto Rican and black children--and
imagined myself playing human toilet to all of them.  Just like Mr. Kissner
had done with us, I would have them all line up from shortest to tallest;
then, one by one, each boy would squat over my face and poop in my mouth.
Absorbed in my fantasy, I groaned as I wolfed down another hearty mouthful
of Miguel's shit while wondering who was next in line and, ultimately, how
many loads of stinky little-boy poop my stomach could hold.

"Hey, Ty, you know what?" asked Miguel, interrupting my fantasy.  "I like
goin' in your mouth even more better than goin' in the toilet."

His words made me tingle all over.  I couldn't have hoped for a better
reaction from the six-year-old.  In fact, it turned me on so much that
something in the darkest part of my brain took over, and I heard myself
actually growling as I pulled on Miguel's thin thighs, urging him to sit
right on my face and finish dumping his load straight down my throat.

My weird move may have freaked the boy out a little, because he got quiet
again.  But he didn't try to get up--not that he could have, the way I was
holding onto him!--and I had the pleasure of not only slurping down every
morsel of his shit but licking him clean afterwards.  So now I was not only
an official Human Toilet but an official Human Ass Wipe as well, just like
my two big bottoms, and I couldn't have been happier.

When I finally loosened my grip on Miguel's thighs, he immediately stood up
and turned around to look at me.

"Ewwwwww!" he said, frowning.  "There's cáca all on your face!"

I wanted to see, so I got up and looked in the mirror on the back of my
door.  Sure enough there was shit not only on my lips and tongue but on my
chin and nose as well.  I took care of the problem by licking what I could
off my lips then wiping the rest off with my hand and licking my fingers,
all before the probing eyes and squinched-up face of a cute little Puerto
Rican.  When I was done he was still staring at me.

"So...how it taste?" he finally asked me.

I wanted to show him by giving him a big French kiss, but I figured I'd
freaked him out enough for one day, so I just smiled at him and said, "Not
bad...but only because it's yours."

He responded by mixing in a little smile with his frown, as if he
appreciated my remark but didn't really believe it.  But I figured that by
the end of the summer, he'd have gone in my mouth enough times to convince
him just how true my words were.

"Well, I'm ready to suck your wee-wee again, amigo.  But when it's soft
again, I'm gonna do the same thing to your little culo that your brother
does, okay?"

"Okay," he said, nodding.

I was amazed at how casual the six-year-old was about getting his ass
fucked.  Then again, it had apparently happened so often that he no longer
feared it, knowing exactly what to expect.  Again I got pissed off at
Devon.  I wondered if there were days when, before leaving his house, he
had fucked Miguel, then come over to my house and fucked me, then gone back
home and fucked Miguel again!  It was certainly possible, being the horny
little bastard that he was.

But to confront Devon with any of my questions meant letting him know, at
the very least, that I had spoken to Miguel and examined his anus; and I
wasn't sure I wanted to reveal any of that to him, much less anything else
we'd done.  Besides, I needed to focus on the present instead of the
future, and presently I wanted the same thing from Miguel that Cousin
Marcus had wanted from Devon.

"Listen, amigo, instead of suckin' it again, I know an even better way for
you to get your little rocks off."

Again came the frown of confusion.  "You do?"

"Yep."

"How?"

"By you doin' the same thing to my butt I'm gonna do to yours."

The look on his face quickly morphed from confusion to surprise to
uncertainty.  "You mean, you want me to put MY wee-wee in YOUR butt?"

"That's right, amigo.  Since you're such a big boy, you can do that for me,
can't you?"

"Yeah!" he said, smiling all over his face as he nodded.

"Good," I said, and as I began to take off my pants, Miguel's mouth was
hanging open and his eyes were glued to my crotch, as he was apparently
eager to see how my dick compared to his brother's.  When I finally stepped
out of my underwear, his eyes lit up.

"Oooo! Yours looks just like Devon's!" he said.

"I know.  Just the right size to fit in your little doo-doo hole."
Blushing, he giggled; then I added, "And yours is just the right size to
fit in mine.  So let's do it, okay?"

"Yeah!"

I was about to climb onto my bed when I stopped and looked at the eager
little boy one more time.  "Oh, just one more thing, amigo.  What does your
brother say to you when he's pluggin' your little poop chute?"

Blushing again, he hesitated before finally saying, "He calls me names and
stuff."

"And how do you feel about that?"

"Okay, I guess.  It makes me feel grown up."

"Well, amigo, since you ARE a big boy, when you're doin' me I want you to
say the same things to me that your brother says to you.  ¿Comprendes?"

"Yeah," he agreed, smiling sheepishly as he nodded.

Even though Devon had already taken my anal cherry, the fact that his
six-year-old little brother was about to lose his virginity in my asshole
made me feel like an anal virgin all over again.  So I wanted to make the
experience as memorable for him as Cousin Marcus had made it for me.

Lying face down on my bed, I reached back and spread my cheeks apart,
exactly like Cousin Marcus had done before I fucked him the first time.
And just like I'd done to Marcus, Miguel climbed on top of me, aimed, and
hit the mark on his very first try, his three-inch pecker sliding all the
way in my asshole and making me shiver.

"Mmmmmmmm!" I moaned.  "That feels good.  How's it feel to you, amigo?
Good?"

"Yeah!" he said.  "REAL good!"

"Well, it's gonna feel even better when you start fuckin' me.  You know
what to do, don't you?"

"I think so."

"Then do it.  Fuck my ass."

As Miguel began to move, my heart was beating as fast as it was when he'd
shit in my mouth.  The six-year-old may have been used to being a bottom,
but as a top he was as naive and inexperienced as I was during my virgin
ass fuck with Cousin Marcus.  He humped me a few times from one position
then stopped, shifted around, and humped me some more from a different
position; then a minute later, he shifted again.  A couple of times he
accidentally pulled out all the way and ended up jabbing his cocklet above
and below my asshole before I helped him find his way back in again.  But
all the fumbling around just turned me on all the more, reminding me of how
young and green he was and how much fun it was going to be molding him into
my top.

"Don't forget, amigo?"

"What?"

"What Devon says when he does you."

"Oh, yeah.  Okay."  A few seconds later, he said, "You like my dick in your
ass, don't you, you little faggot?"

"Yeah," I responded.

"That dick feel good in there, don't it?"

"Uh-huh."

"That's 'cause it's your boy-pussy, so it likes havin' my dick fuck it,
just like girl-pussy does."

That one made me smile because I doubted that Devon had ever SEEN a real
pussy (unless he'd accidentally caught his mom or one of his sisters coming
out of the shower), much less fucked one, so any talk about how much
"girl-pussy" liked his dick was nothing more than a wild guess.  But the
idea that Miguel was mindlessly repeating Devon's words while not knowing
what the fuck he was talking about just turned me on even more, and I felt
my dick getting harder and harder as he continued to talk trash and fuck my
ass.

Being that this was his first ass fuck, Miguel knew nothing about delaying
his orgasm, so I wasn't surprised when, only a few minutes into fucking me,
I felt him jerk, grab onto me, and begin to shiver.

"Nngh!  Nngh!  Shit!" he muttered.  "I'm comin'!  Take it right up your
fuckin' ass, faggot!"

"Yeah, amigo, give it to me!  Fill me up with your come!"

Even though Miguel wasn't sexually mature enough to produce anything other
than a dry orgasm, it was fun to pretend and nice to feel him huffing and
puffing and sweating and squirming on top of me while his peter throbbed in
my asshole.

Afterwards the little Latino continued to lie on top of me, his heart
racing and his breathing ragged as he floated back down to earth.  I waited
until I felt his deflating penis slip out of my anus before asking him the
obvious question:

"So, amigo, what'd you think?  How'd you like fuckin' my ass?  Was it
good?"

At first he just sighed, and I could feel his hot breath on the back of my
neck; then, in a loud whisper, he said, "Yeah!  It was REAL good!"

"Better than gettin' sucked?"

"Uh-huh.  A LOT better!"

"Good.  Glad to hear it."

From that moment I knew the horny little boy was hooked.  In fact, the only
problem now would be keeping him quiet.  I certainly didn't want him going
to a friend's or cousin's house and laying on one of them what he'd laid on
me about what Devon does to make his hard "wee-wee" soft again.  I could
just hear him: "Will you do like Ty and let me put it in your butt?"  So
just as Devon had specifically told him not to say anything about being the
object of his brotherly ass fucks, I also warned Miguel to keep quiet about
fucking me, threatening not to let him do it again if he ran his mouth
about it to anyone.

"And don't be buggin' your sisters about bringin' you to my house,
neither," I added, " 'cause they'll get suspicious, unless..."

"What?" he asked anxiously.

I smiled at him.  "Well, you could always tell them you wanna come over to
play with my Game Boy, since I know Devon took his with him.  But let's
talk about that later, amigo, 'cause right now..."--I got off the bed and
patted the spot where I'd been lying--"It's YOUR turn."

Since Miguel had just gotten his rocks off, I expected some resistance from
him.  But to my relief there was none.  The little boy eagerly jumped up on
my bed and lay face down with his arms at his sides.  By now, of course, my
dick was so hard it was standing straight up, and I was more than ready to
satisfy it with some fresh young butt.

Before Miguel showed up today, I had mentally prepared myself to go through
a whole ritual of greasing him up good and slowly introducing one finger
after another into his doo-doo hole until I was finally able to get my cock
in him.  But now that I knew about his butt-fuck history with Devon, I
decided that another quick lick was all he needed, so I spread his buns
apart, slurped his shithole for about thirty seconds, then mounted him.

"You ready, amigo?"

"Uh-huh," he replied, his eyes closed and his head turned to the side.

I was so horny that I felt like just jamming my whole dick up his ass in
one swift plunge.  But the last thing I wanted to do was hurt or scare off
my little protégé, so instead I eased my cockhead into his poop chute and
slowly lowered myself until my groin was lying flat against his hiney.  I
was surprised how easy it was.  He never once gasped or even tensed up as I
entered him.  And when he realized that I was fully inside him, he relaxed
even more, snuggling his little butt right up against me and flexing his
sphincter on my shaft.

"Oooo!  That feels good, amigo!  You're nice and hot back there."

"I am?"

"Yes, you are.  So I'm gonna try to cool you off a little bit, okay?"

"Okay."

Once more, because Devon had already paved the way for me, I saw no need to
start out slow or take it easy with Miguel.  I simply took a deep breath
and began fucking him straight away, banging his delicious little booty
like it was the last piece of ass I'd ever get.  And again he surprised me,
taking each heavy stroke without complaint.  Even when I got a little crazy
and hit a couple of spots in his rectum that made him wince and caused his
body to go rigid, all I had to do was back off a bit, wait for him to
relax, and go right back to fucking him.

I honestly tried to delay my orgasm.  I slowed down, rotated my hips, even
stopped a couple of times and just lay on top of Miguel.  But knowing that
I was butt-fucking a little boy instead of a grown man, the fact that he
was so much tighter than Cousin Marcus and Mr. Kissner, and the idea that I
was doing to my best friend's little brother something my best friend had
done to him many times before but had never given me a chance to do--well,
it all combined to turn me on so much that I couldn't stop my libido from
pushing me over the top.

"Oo!  Oo!  Shit!  I'm comin'!" I grunted, trembling as I thrust my tool as
far inside Miguel as it would go.  "Take it right up your fuckin' ass, you
little pussy!"

"Nngh!  Nngh!  Nngh!" Miguel responded, lifting his butt and pressing it
against my crotch as I shot my load in his shithole.  It was the best
orgasm I'd had since I'd shot my first load in Cousin Marcus's asshole, and
just like Cousin Marcus, Miguel squeezed his sphincter on my boner to milk
it dry.

Afterwards I just lay on top of the boy as my cock began to deflate inside
him.  To my surprise I felt none of the yuckiness I'd felt after my first
time with Cousin Marcus and Mr. Kissner, so there was no urgency to pull
out and get up.  If anything I felt just the opposite.  I was so much at
peace that I could easily have fallen asleep on top of him.

"So how was it, amigo?" I asked, nipping him on the ear and nuzzling his
neck.  "Good?"

"Uh-huh," he responded, his rectum giving my penis a few extra squeezes.
"I liked it even more better than when my brother be doin' it, 'cause he
like to smack me in my head sometimes, and I don't like it when he do that,
'cause it hurt."

"Well, don't worry, amigo, 'cause I don't like that either, so I would
never do that to you," though I did make a mental note that rough sex with
his little brother was yet another thing that Devon had failed to mention
to me.  "But do you mind if I just lay on you awhile till my dick gets hard
again then go for Round Two?"

"What's that?"

"It's just my way of askin' if I can butt-fuck you again."

"Okay...but only if I can 'go for Round Two' in YOUR butt too."

I smiled.  He was learning fast about bartering sex.  "No problem, amigo.
It's only fair."

With that I continued to nuzzle Miguel's neck and play with his hair while
he cooed and periodically flexed his sphincter on my dick until I was nice
and hard again, upon which I fucked the shit out of his little hiney while
calling him every name in the book...except "baby."  Then we switched
places and he returned the favor, bouncing on top of me with abandon and
sounding like a young Devon as he repeatedly asked me how I liked getting
my "faggot ass" fucked.

Afterwards we both had to pee.  I suggested we go to the bathroom since I
didn't want any telltale signs of our sex play soaking into the carpet.
Once there I lay down in the bathtub and told Miguel to stand over me and
piss right in my face.  Giving me a sinister little smirk, he gladly
obliged, aiming for my open mouth but drenching my whole head in smelly
little-boy pee.  Again I understood right away why this nasty act turned on
Cousin Marcus and Mr. Kissner so much.  It was more than just the
excitement of swallowing mouthfuls of Miguel's warm piss.  It was also the
unique thrill of feeling it shoot up my nose, seep into my eyes and soak my
hair.  When he was done, I had him squat over my face, took his weiner
between my lips, and sucked the last droplets of pee out of his tiny
urethra.

Again we changed places, and Miguel lay down in a pool of his own piss as I
peed on him.  I showered him from head to crotch but focused on his face.
While he kept his mouth shut tight, he still surprised me by never turning
his head to avoid the hot stream.  He just squinted and held his breath as
my piss splashed all over his cute young mug.  It felt so good to degrade
him that way, and his willingness to be degraded made it feel even better.

And so it went for the rest of the summer, which made it one of the best
months of my life, being that I regularly got to exercise both the top and
bottom sides of my sexuality.  During the week, Jasmine would drop Miguel
off at my house every morning at about 11 o'clock and pick him up at around
4, giving us five full hours together to explore and enjoy each other's
bodies.  I was especially lucky that he always had to "go" during those
hours, so I got to slurp down a load of his shit every time he came by.
Indeed Miguel and I experienced so much together and got to be so close
that when it came time for Devon and the others to return home from camp,
he told me that he wished they would stay away another month, so we could
spend more time together.  He even went so far as to say that he wished we
were brothers, so he could live with me instead of his siblings.

I was feeling the same anxiety about having to split up, but I had to be
realistic about the situation, and wishful thinking wasn't going to change
anything.  I wasn't sure Miguel could handle the truth, though, so on our
last day together, after performing every perverted sexual act we could
think of, I decided to tell him a little white lie to try to make him feel
less stressed about our impending breakup.

"Don't worry, amigo," I said as we finished putting our clothes back on.
"I swear I'm gonna find a way for us to be together at least once or twice
a week, okay?"

But he was already crying.  I hugged him then stooped down to look directly
in his face.  "Hey, amigo, look at me."  He sniffled as he reluctantly
focused his red, watery eyes on me.  "I won't let you down on this.  I
promise.  'Cause I want us to be together as much as you do.  So stop
crying, and when you go back home just remember what I said, okay?"

Sniffling again, he nodded and I kissed him on the nose.  Then I gave him a
tissue and held it to his nose while he blew; and when he was done, I
threatened to stick it in my mouth, causing him to giggle out an "Ewwwwww!"
By the time Jasmine came to pick him up, his tears were gone and he looked
pretty much the way he always did.  Now my only problem was keeping myself
from crying as I watched my boy toy and his big sister walk out the door.

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

A couple of days later everyone was back, Devon and I fell right back into
our "make-believe" faggot pussy routine, and neither of us mentioned
anything about Miguel.  Then school started and we got word about
Mr. Kissner.  I was devastated.  Not only had I lost my little top/bottom,
now I had lost my big bottom as well.  Surprisingly, though, Devon didn't
seem to be all that upset.

"Don't worry," he casually said as we walked home from school.  "We'll find
somebody."

It sounded just like the white lie I'd told Miguel, so I asked him, "But
how do you know?  How can you be so sure?"

He smiled.  "Well...we met a couple of guys up at camp."

"And?"

"Well...I think they might be interested.  At least Felipe thinks so."

"So you mean they..."

"Yep.  They both eat it and take it up the butt."

I just stared at Devon, as incredulous as I was when he first told me about
Mr. Kissner; then I shook my head, as if waking up out of a dream.

"So is it somebody from school?" I asked.

"Nope."

"Well, do we have to go far to be with them or for them to be with us?"

"Nope."

"So they're both in the neighborhood?"

"Yep."

That made me feel better.  But the fact that Devon was feeding me only bits
and pieces of info at a time--forcing me to ask questions instead of just
telling me straight up what he knew--irritated me, reminding me of how he'd
told me nothing about the things he'd done with Miguel.  He must've sensed
my irritation, though, because all of a sudden he knocked my baseball cap
off my head and took off running, which he always did whenever he was
trying to get on my good side.  I took off after him, and when he let me
catch him, he quickly said, "I give!  I give!  You the man!  You the man!"
and we both began to laugh.

Afterwards Devon apologized for keeping me in the dark about camp, saying
that so many weird things had gone on that he was still trying to process
it all.

"I'm tellin' you, Ty, that place was WILD!" he said, shaking his head.
"But I'm glad I went, 'cause we met some crazy counselors and some even
crazier kids that we figured must be related to Mr. Kissner or somethin'."

"For real?"

"Yep.  'Cause they was doin' the same shit he be doin' and MORE."

"Like what?"

Smiling, Devon just shook his head again and sighed.  "Let's go to the
park."

So we headed for the park, and on the way he started telling me what
happened about five minutes after the bus pulled off, when a spontaneous
group grope broke out, with the counselors and the returning campers
feeling up the newbies, the newbies returning the favor, and the bus driver
watching in his rearview mirror and laughing.

"But that was, like, the mildest thing that happened," he said as we
reached the park and sat under our favorite tree.  "Once we got to camp,
checked in, and settled down in our cabins, all kinds of shit started
happenin', startin' that first night.  I wondered what the fuck was goin'
on till I wrote my moms one day and asked her how she'd heard about that
camp in the first place.  Well, guess who told her about it?"

"Who?"

"Cousin Marcus!  She went to see him at Rikers one day and he was tellin'
her how he spent a lot of summers there as a camper and a counselor, and
how much he liked it, and how it was the best place to send us to keep us
off the streets while school was out.  You believe that shit?"

I shook my head, but I was thinking, Smart move, Marcus!  What better way
to keep a bunch of boys hungry for kinky sex until your shit-eating ass is
back on the scene!

"Anyway," Devon continued, "after I found out who recommended the place, I
knew why all that crazy shit was goin' on.  So I told my brothers and
cousins, and we all decided to just go with the flow 'cause we figured if
everybody was doin' it, nobody was gonna get in trouble for it."

And apparently nobody--the campers, the counselors, the director, or the
owners--ever did get in trouble for what went on there summer after summer.
And when, just a few years ago, the camp closed down, it did so with no
fanfare, no notice in the news, nothing.  As if it never existed.  But
unless Devon was making shit up (which he was never very good at), this
place had been spawning and developing a new crop of freaks every summer
while managing to hide it from the parents and the government.  But how?

"I don't know, Bro," Devon said in answer to my question.  "All I can tell
you is from the day we got there till the day we left, it was like one big
fuckin' sex party.  So get comfortable and try not to come in your pants,
'cause I'm gonna tell you every fuckin' thing I saw and did, and it might
take a while...."


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