Boys Will Be Toys

Boys Will Be Toys - Part 2: The Brunet (Mbb, ped, anal, oral, ws, scat) by Coproman

After I left Tucker's house that Friday night, I spent nearly the whole weekend reliving my romp with the cute blond. And nearly every time I did, I whipped out my cock and began to stroke it. But as soon as I felt my orgasm rising up, I stopped. It would have felt fantastic to finally pull the trigger, but I forced myself to hold back, knowing I'd regret not having a nice big load to deposit in the nine-year-old's back door on Monday. I was also hungry for the boy's shit and was eager to slurp it down again when he came home from school.

But a call from Tucker on Sunday night dashed my hopes. He told me that, as much as he wanted my horse cock up his ass again the next day, his asshole was way too sore, as it was still recovering from the trauma it had suffered from Friday's double-header. Though I was disappointed, I told him I understood. But then he said that while I would have to wait to fuck him, I wouldn't have to wait to fuck his friend Cayden.

"So you'll just have to bust a nut in his butt instead of mine, dickhead. And be sure to skip breakfast and lunch tomorrow, 'cause even though my butthole's sore, I'll still have to take a shit, and I'll have a big fucking load for your retarded ass to eat."

Before I could respond, he hung up, leaving me with yet another raging hard-on. Again I stroked it to the verge of coming then stopped, rubbing my thumb in the pre-orgasm fluid that seeped out of my urethra. No, my mega-load of sperm was no longer reserved for Tucker's ass, but the idea that it would find a new home in the bowels of his cute pal left me even more excited.

The next day I could barely concentrate on my gardening duties since I was so eager to see Tucker again and meet Cayden. At 2:40 I hopped in the car and took off for the school, trying hard to quell my exuberance enough to avoid getting a speeding ticket. When I pulled up to where Tucker usually waited for me, he and a dark-haired kid were standing there, their arms around each other's shoulders. Seeing Cayden, my hard-on got even harder. He looked exactly as Tucker had described him--short and pale with a head full of dark brown hair that covered his forehead and his ears. He also happened to be VERY cute, and as he and Tucker approached the car, I noticed that his eyes were a dazzling hazel. I was so turned on that I had to reach inside my pants and adjust the angle of my erection, so it wouldn't be so obvious.

"Hi, Jamir," Tucker said, leaning into the car window. "This is my friend Cayden, the cocksucker."

"TUCK-errrr!" Cayden sang out in protest, pushing away from him while rapidly turning a bright shade of red.

"What's the matter?" asked Tucker, pretending not to understand the boy's embarrassment. "That's what you are, right?"

"But you're not supposed to TELL him," said Cayden.

"Don't pay him no mind, Cayden," I said, coming to the boy's rescue. "He says shit like that to me all the time. He has NO tact whatsoever."

"FUCK tact!" Tucker yelled.

"See what I mean? So what are you guys up to?"

"Well, Cayden's mom usually picks him up around this time, but he called her and told her the Nerd Herd was having a special meeting, so she won't be here for another two hours."

"The Nerd Herd?" I asked.

"He means the chess club," Cayden explained.

"Oh, okay. Sounds good. So, Cayden, you ready to have some fun?"

"Yeah, I guess so," he said, smiling uncertainly.

"Should we take Tucker too, or just leave him here with his smart mouth?"

Cayden looked at Tucker--who had his arms folded and his lips pursed, impatiently waiting for his friend to answer--before finally saying, "Yeah...I guess it's okay to take him."

After giving each other a "high five," the boys took off their backpacks and tossed them in the back seat. Then, to my surprise, both of them scooted into the front seat with me, with Cayden in the middle. As we drove off, they just sat there quietly. We were barely off the school grounds when something funny struck them and they started giggling and hitting each other. This went on for a couple of minutes before they finally settled down, after which Tucker kept hunching Cayden with his elbow and saying, "Go ahead. Do it."

"No," Cayden responded.

"Go ahead," Tucker said again.

"No-ooo," Cayden responded again.

"Here," said Tucker, "I'll help," and in one smooth motion, he reached over Cayden, unzipped my fly, and grabbed my cock through my underwear.

"Whoa!" I said, jerking and momentarily swerving off the road. "Hold up, partner. What're you doing?"

"Cayden promised to suck your cock while we were driving home," Tucker explained. "But now he's scared to do it, so I wanted to make it easier for him."

"Well...okay," I said, wiping the sweat off my forehead, "but you need to give a brother a head's up. I don't want us winding up as a road statistic." I reached down and, keeping my eyes on the road, fished around inside my briefs until I was able to free my erection, which popped up like a gopher sticking its head out of the ground.

"Wow!!" Cayden responded, his eyes wide open and glued to my cock. "That's the biggest one I ever saw!"

"Think you can take it all in your mouth?" Tucker asked him.

"...I don't know."

"Well, try," said Tucker.

Cayden didn't move. He was still staring at my dick as if he thought it might bite him if he tried to put it in his mouth.

"Go ahead," Tucker said again, impatiently pushing the back of the boy's head, forcing his face towards my crotch. "Do it."

Being the obvious bottom that he was, Cayden's resistance was easily broken, and seconds later I felt the head of my cock engulfed by a pair of warm white-boy lips.

"Ooh!" I gasped, my grip on the steering wheel tightening as I shuddered and lifted my hips. "That feels SO fucking good!"

"Keep going," Tucker urged him, still pushing his head down. "Try to take it all."

Cayden mumbled something, but his mouth was so full of dick that I couldn't decipher it. All I knew was that this little boy was making no move to pull back, and in no time more than half my dick was in his mouth.

"Come on, you can do better than that," said Tucker. "You took Mr. Sanchez's cock all the way to his balls."

Mr. Sanchez?? Again Cayden mumbled something in response, and though I still couldn't exactly make out what he said, judging by the number of grunts, I could've sworn it was "But his wasn't this big." In any case, to my surprise, Cayden managed to get another inch or so down his throat--more than five inches altogether--before his gag reflex kicked in and he pulled back, but not before bathing my boner in a cascade of warm spit, which hung in long strands from his lips.

"Well, you got MOST of it in," said Tucker, lovingly stroking Cayden's head. "So how was it, Jamir? He's good, isn't he?"

"He's awesome!" I agreed. To be honest I was grateful he'd stopped when he had because I might have been tempted to give in to his talented tongue and blown my whole load right down his throat. Fortunately that moment was behind us, but as I pulled into the driveway of Tucker's house and stopped the car, there was something I just HAD to know:

"So who's Mr. Sanchez?" I asked. Cayden and Tucker exchanged a glance then giggled.

"The custodian," said Tucker. "He busted us doing it in the coat closet one day. Everything would've been okay if I would've just zipped down like I usually do. But the other kid I told you about, the fart smeller, was with us before that, and he said he wanted a "direct hit" from us, so we both pulled down our pants and underwear and took turns farting in his face. After he finished sniffing them, he left, and since me and Cayden figured nobody was around, we decided to just leave our pants down while we did it. We forgot all about the fucking custodian."

"So what'd he do when he caught you?"

"Well, at first he said he was gonna tell the headmaster, but I told him as soon as he walked out of the closet, me and Cayden were going to start screaming that he'd molested us. When I said that, he got this look on his face. You could tell he was shitting bricks, 'cause he knew that he'd not only lose his job but go to jail and probably end up getting deported since the rumor was that he was a fucking illegal alien."

"So what happened then?" I asked, now stroking my spit-slick hard-on.

"I asked him if he wanted Cayden to suck his cock, which, by the way, came as a big surprise to Cayden."

"Sure did," Cayden agreed, nodding.

"But I knew a cocksucker like Cayden wouldn't pass up the chance to suck some spick dick. That's why I didn't bother to ask him before I offered up his mouth to Mr. Sanchez."

"So what'd he say?"

"At first he shook his head and said no about ten times, telling us how he was married and had kids our age, and, on top of that, he wasn't a 'maricón,' which I guess means 'homo' in Spanish. But I told him the only way we could trust him not to tell on us later was if he did something with us now, so even though he said he didn't want to, he finally agreed to it."

"So how'd it go?" I asked, still playing with myself.

Again Tucker and Cayden glanced at each other and giggled. "Well, let's put it this way," said Tucker. "For a guy who claimed to be so straight and who was so reluctant to get his cock sucked, he certainly seemed to enjoy it. First we told him he had to pull down his pants, so he'd be naked from the waist down like we were. So he did, and we were shocked. He had all this fucking hair--on his legs, on his crotch, even on his nuts!--and this big fat uncircumcised brown cock! It looked really strange 'cause all the cocks we'd seen up till then were circumcised, so I wasn't sure if Cayden still wanted to suck it. But when I looked at him and saw how hard he was staring at it, I figured he wanted to do it more than ever, probably because it was just so...different, right Cayden?"

"Uh-huh," he agreed, again nodding.

"Anyway, we grabbed a chair from the classroom and had him sit down and spread his legs; then Cayden got on his knees in front of him and slipped that funny-looking cock right in his mouth. Well, at first Mr. Sanchez had this look on his face like he hated it, but it only took him about five seconds to get a fucking hard-on, so I guess his dick must've thought it was okay.

"So Cayden starts sucking him, and Mr. Sanchez still has this real intense look on his face, but now it's different 'cause first he closes his eyes, then he starts moaning, then, all of a sudden, he grabs Cayden's head with both hands, lifts his hips, and starts mouth-fucking him! Then he starts yelling all kinds of shit in Spanish, and I have to keep shushing him 'cause I'm scared somebody's gonna hear us.

"Well, with the way he's going at it, it's not long before Mr. Sanchez has to bust a nut. And if the dude was married, he must've not fucked his wife in a long time, 'cause he shot such a big fucking load down poor Cayden's throat I thought he was gonna choke. Some of it even came out of his fucking nose! Then Mr. Sanchez pulls out of his mouth, but he's STILL coming and shoots the rest in his face. When he caught his breath, he pulled his pants and drawers up in about two seconds and ran the hell outta there. Didn't even say 'thanks.' When I looked at Cayden with all that slimy shit all over his face, I actually felt sorry for the little fuck. But then I saw him smiling, snorting the cum back up his nose, and scooping it off his face with his fingers and eating it. That's when I knew how much he liked it."

I looked at Cayden, who said nothing but had this dreamy, distant look on his face, as if he were savoring the memory of the encounter. By then I was right on the verge of coming, so I let go of my dick, tucked it back inside my fly, and zipped up.

"Hey, what'd you do that for?" Tucker asked. "It'd be cool watching you walk to the house with your cock sticking out."

I chuckled. "Cool for YOU, maybe, but probably not so cool for the neighbors."

"Maybe not...but it sure would give 'em something to talk about," Tucker said, giggling; then, "Come on, Cayden, let's go," and he and his friend grabbed their backpacks from the back seat and took off into the house.

Normally I'd have sat in the car for a few minutes to collect myself, but there was no time for that today. If I was going to fuck Cayden's ass and drive him back to school in time for his mom to pick him up, we would have to get a move-on. So I settled for taking a couple of deep breaths and making sure there wasn't an obvious bulge in my crotch before getting out of the car.

Though I wasn't that far behind the boys, by the time I entered the house, walked upstairs, and approached Tucker's room, I could hear his bed creaking out a familiar refrain. The door was cracked open, and when I peeked inside, I saw that the two boys had already stripped and were busy in Tucker's bed: Cayden lying on his back--his toes curled up, his fingers clutching the bedsheets, his three-inch stiffy lying against his stomach, and his head hidden...underneath Tucker, who was furiously fucking his face.

Never having seen two young boys engaged in sex before, I was mesmerized, so I just stood in the doorway and watched them, focusing mostly on Tucker's cute little white ass and the way it moved--up and down, up and down, his cheeks dimpling, his asshole puckering, so purposefully, so sensually--as he humped his friend's head. I was equally impressed by Cayden's ability to take Tucker's prick as it was thrust repeatedly into his mouth while his balls slapped against his chin. Neither boy seemed to notice me, so I pushed the door open a tad more and waited for them to finish.

It didn't take long. Being horny and quick on the trigger, Tucker lasted only a couple of minutes before, with a groan, he yelled, "Shit! I'm coming! Take it right in that pussy mouth, dickface!" and his dark-haired classmate responded by grabbing Tucker's ass, holding the blue-eyed blond's crotch firmly against his face while heartily swallowing his immature seed. Two seconds later Cayden moaned, his toes curled up even more, and his cocklet twitched, spitting out a thin watery fluid, which dribbled onto his stomach. He had come without even touching himself!

"Bravo!" I said, clapping, which made both boys jerk in surprise and look my way. "Nice performance. Now both of you stay right where you are. Don't move."

The first thing I went after was Cayden's cum, which I lapped off his belly with just a couple of swipes of my tongue before sucking the head of his penis into my mouth, which caused him to flinch and moan. I worked over his tiny piss slit until I was sure that I'd consumed every drop of his youthful ejaculate.

After that I began to suck Tucker's balls, which were resting on Cayden's chin, slowly moving up along his perineum until I arrived at his anus, upon which I spread his cheeks; and when I speared my tongue into his rectum, it was the blue-eyed blond's turn to flinch and moan. As I slurped around in his shitter, my tongue was able to go only so far because it kept bumping into a solid mass. My heart began to race as I pulled back.

"So, Tucker, you wouldn't happen to have something for me to eat, would you?" I asked, my voice a bit shaky as I directed my question to his asshole.

"Matter of fact, I do," the boy replied without turning around, as if his asshole were answering me. "And it's nice and yummy, just the way you like it."

I smiled. "Good. Then I think we need to repair to the dining room, don't you?"

"Yep. After you."

Tucker and I proceeded to get up, leaving Cayden lying there looking very confused.

"So...are you guys, like, going downstairs to EAT now?" he asked.

Tucker and I looked at each other and laughed.

"Well, ONE of us is eating," said Tucker, "but not downstairs."

"But he said the dining room."

"Not THAT one," said Tucker. "He means the retard's dining room, right Jamir?"

"If you say so," I said.

Cayden still looked confused, so Tucker walked back to the bed, took him by the hand, and led him towards the bathroom. Only then did it seem to dawn on Cayden what we were talking about, because his face lit up and he said, "Oh...I get it!" But right afterwards he frowned, as though he could already smell what was lurking in Tucker's bowels.

Instead of trying to position ourselves on the toilet again, Tucker and I went straight to the bathtub. I got in first, lying flat on my back and bending my knees to fit my long legs in. Next Tucker climbed in. Facing away from me, he placed one foot on either side of my ribcage and squatted over my face. I stared up at his flawless white ass and his pregnant pink anus, which looked none the worse for wear, considering what I'd put it through a few days ago. Looking up and off to the side, I spotted Cayden. He was kneeling next to the bathtub, his face not far from mine, his hazel eyes as wide as saucers.

"You really gonna go in his MOUTH?" he asked.

"Yep," said Tucker.

"And you really gonna EAT it?"

I nodded.

"So you ready, retard?" asked Tucker.

"I'm ready."

With no hesitation, Tucker bore down, wincing as his recently fucked asshole blossomed open, revealing the blunt end of a thick light-brown turd.

"Ewwww! It stinks!" said Cayden, and out of the corner of my eye I saw him pull his head back a little and fan his nose.

"What'd you expect, dork?" Tucker responded. "Now get back over here so you can see!"

Instantly Cayden's frowning face came right back into my peripheral vision. He really IS an obedient little cocksucker, I said to myself. By then Tucker's shit had made its way free of his asshole and was picking up speed as it headed straight for my open mouth. Quickly the gap was bridged, and Tucker's turd slid onto my tongue. Seconds later, he drew in his anal sphincter, pinching off the turd, which left about a five-inch piece sticking out of my mouth.

"Ewwww! That looks so NASTY!" said Cayden, frowning even more severely.

"That's because it IS nasty!" Tucker said, lifting up so Cayden could see me better. "Now keep watching."

I decided to put on a little show for the boys, first taking the turd out of my mouth, sniffing it, and smiling at the fine bouquet. Then I ran my tongue up one side of it and down the other, making sure the boys could see the transfer of shit from turd to taste buds. After that I held on to one end of it, sealed my lips around it, and slid it in and out of my mouth, as though I were sucking a cock. Finally I stuffed the whole thing in my mouth and started chewing with my mouth open, so the boys could see it staining my teeth and mixing with my saliva.

"Ewwww! Gross!" Cayden said, his face still squinched up and his disgust so overwhelming that it made him shiver.

Tucker, on the other hand, had his eyes wide open and was wearing a big fucking smile. "Yeah, retard, eat my fucking turd! Chew it up and swallow it like a good little toilet!"

I quickly complied, gulping down the blond's shit then opening my mouth wide and sticking out my tongue to show both boys that I had indeed swallowed it.

"Good boy," said Tucker, patting my head like a dog. "Now keep your mouth open just like that so I can feed you the rest"; then he leaned in really close to me and said, "And when I'm done, you get to eat Cayden's too."

As soon as he said that, a wave of apprehension passed through me, tightening every muscle in my body. I was fully prepared to eat the rest of Tucker's load, but I didn't think I could manage Cayden's as well. As eager as I was to feast on the cute dark-haired boy's shit, a full bowel movement from two healthy nine-year-old boys is a lot, and I wasn't sure my stomach could stretch enough to consume it all. But being the shit geek that I am, I told myself not to panic and simply take things one turd at a time.

So Tucker squatted over my face again and his asshole blossomed open again, dropping a long semisoft rope of shit in my mouth. There was a bit of splatter, but I caught and swallowed most of it, releasing a big burp afterwards, which, fortunately, made some extra room in my belly. Tucker pushed again, but this time his anus just kissed at me; his bowels were empty. So I licked him clean, after which he stood up.

"Fuck, that felt good," said Tucker. "I've been holding that crap for a whole fucking hour." He then turned around and backed up to make room for his friend. "Okay, dork, your turn."

Judging by the look on Cayden's face, to say that he was reluctant to shit in my mouth was more than an understatement. Being the bottom that he was, it was probably the last thing in the world he wanted to do. He'd probably have preferred being on the receiving end. Nonetheless he climbed into the tub and squatted over me, his tiny ass hovering over my face and his tiny anus puckering as he held onto my knees for support.

But for me Cayden's reluctance was just as much of a turn-on as Tucker's eagerness. There was something about a cute little white boy who DIDN'T want to use my mouth as a toilet that made me want to gobble down his shit even more. The problem was that such reluctance was often due to Shy Bowel Syndrome, where even if he wanted to go he couldn't. But if that turned out to be the case, I was counting on Tucker to coax the shit out of him.

"Come on, Cayden! You said you'd do it!" said Tucker.

"I know, but...I don't think I can."

"Well, either you do it right now or I take a piss right down your fucking throat. So which is it gonna be, dork?"

Faced with such a dire dilemma, the dark-haired boy begin to whimper. "But I told you...I don't think I can--mmmrph!"

Though I didn't see it happen, Tucker had obviously stepped up and stuck his prick in Cayden's mouth. Two seconds later I felt the hazel-eyed cutie shudder, after which he began to honk, mostly out of his nose, as Tucker filled his mouth with urine.

"Drink it, you little pussy!" Tucker commanded, and right away I heard the distinct sound of swallowing, as Cayden obediently downed his friend's piss.

Though I loved the idea that Tucker was using Cayden's mouth as a urinal, I was sure it would only make it even harder for him to shit in my mouth. But again I was surprised: The moment Cayden started drinking Tucker's pee, his asshole opened right up, and a fat, smelly brown turd began to emerge.

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" I moaned as Cayden's shit slowly descended from his anus and dropped in my mouth.

"I KNEW that would get him going!" Tucker triumphantly announced.

This kid was a fucking study in contradictions. Being "forced" to drink piss, his whole body should have been tight as a drum and his bowels locked up like a bank vault. Instead he was totally relaxed, swallowing and shitting effortlessly, so I wasn't surprised when I felt a warm stream on my stomach and crotch, as he began to urinate too.

"Shit! This is a real fucking party now!" said Tucker. "So how do you like getting pissed on while you eat shit, Jamir?"

"Mmm-hmm!" I responded.

"Yeah, I thought so!" said Tucker.

Now that Cayden had gotten going, my torso and pubes were getting drenched, and I found myself chowing down on one boy-turd after another, I was in my element. The idea that I was receiving the piss and the shit of a reluctant little white masochist was nothing short of exhilarating, and though my belly was already as full as could be, I was determined to eat every morsel of what the cute brown-haired boy pooped out of his tiny hiney.

"That's it. I'm done," said Tucker as he pulled out of Cayden's mouth, his dick exiting with a wet pop. "So what do you think about getting your shit eaten, dork? Pretty cool, huh?"

"Yeah...I guess," the little brunet reluctantly agreed. "But it's kinda gross, too."

"Of course it is! That's what makes it so cool! When was the last time somebody wanted to EAT what comes outta your butt?"

"Never."

"Exactly! What could be cooler than that? You're just grossed out because you're not used to seeing a human toilet in action like I am," said Tucker, the seasoned pro.

Listening to their conversation made me even hornier. What I was doing was indeed gross, just like Cayden had said, and it pleased me immensely that I was grossing him out again so soon after I'd grossed him out the first time when he'd watched me eating Tucker's shit. It showed me that, even though he enjoyed sucking dick, he still had a ways to go before he became as sexually jaded as his blond-haired friend. At the same time, I honestly hoped he would retain at least some of that childish innocence that allowed him to be grossed out by nasty things.

But nothing lasts forever, including little boys' bowel movements, and only moments later Cayden's came to an end, as a final small wet turd plopped into my mouth, after which his anus pursed several times, kissing at me like Tucker's but offering no more treats.

For a while I held the last of Cayden's shit in my mouth, savoring it. When it began to dissolve, I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and swallowed, sending it sliding down my throat and into my stuffed stomach. And naturally I didn't want Cayden to be left with a dirty asshole, so I again performed my toilet paper ritual by lifting my head, poking my tongue in his poop chute, and licking away all the remnants of his defecation. Just like Tucker, Cayden stayed right where he was until I finished cleaning him, after which he stood up and turned around to look down at me, his frown a strange mix of disgust and intrigue.

Staring up at my two underaged feeders, I suddenly burped another big one, keeping my mouth open after to show them that this human toilet had flushed the second load of boy-shit as efficiently as it had the first. This time no nausea followed.

"So how'd my friend's shit taste, retard?" Tucker asked.

"Pretty nasty," I said, licking my lips.

"But you LIKE it nasty, don't you?"

I smiled. "You KNOW I do...and especially from--"

"Cute white boys like us, right?"

"You got it, dude."

"So black boys' shit tastes different from ours?" asked Cayden, still frowning but now, apparently, in confusion.

"Yeah. Ours tastes better," Tucker quickly said; then, glancing at me, he shook his head ever so slightly, indicating that I should not give away the joke to his naive friend.

"Wow! I didn't know that," said Cayden.

"Well, it's true," said Tucker. "And there's something else you probably didn't know either: Our assholes take black cocks better too."

"For real?" Cayden asked, this time with a hint of skepticism in his voice.

"I swear it's true," Tucker insisted. "I read about it in a science journal. It has something to do with Darwin's theory of evolution and our anatomy and how everything changed when Europeans started going to Africa and trading for slaves."

I was trying hard not to laugh, which wasn't easy, especially when Cayden turned to me and asked, "Is that true, Jamir?"

Behind him stood Tucker, his eyes stretched wide open and nodding his head vigorously as he mouthed, "Say yes!" Somehow I managed to maintain my composure as I answered, "I'm pretty sure it is, Cayden, because I read the same thing somewhere. I guess guns, tobacco, and factory goods weren't enough for some of those African chieftains."

Still looking confused, Cayden nodded and said, "...okay," prompting Tucker to give a fist pump and mouth "Yes!" behind his back.

"Come on," said Tucker. "Let's go back in my room."

With Cayden no doubt still pondering his newly discovered anal ancestry, we made our way back to Tucker's bed, where we all sat down. Despite the nastiness we'd all just engaged in, there was an awkward moment of silence, the three of us stealing glances at each other and, like strangers, smiling self-consciously whenever our eyes met. But Tucker bluntly got the ball rolling again:

"So, my little cocksucking friend, you ready to get your ass fucked?"

"...yeah, I guess so," Cayden replied. "Will it hurt?"

"That's up to you," said Tucker. "If you're all tense and shit, it will. If you're nice and relaxed, like you were when you were shitting in his mouth, it won't."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. I did it, so I know."

"...well, okay."

Tucker was right, of course, but we both knew that it was going to take a little more than being relaxed for Cayden to take my dick up his ass. Cayden probably knew this too, but I was hoping that Tucker's bullshit about their Caucasian buttholes evolving to swallow up huge Mandingo horse cocks had taken root in the little fucker's brain. If so, even if it hurt like hell, he'd endure the pain, expecting that it wouldn't last long.

At Tucker's direction, Cayden climbed onto the bed and assumed the same position I'd found Tucker in when I'd opened his bedroom door on Friday. That sight alone made me super horny for his pale little ass, but as cute as it looked up in the breeze that way, with my spit drooling out of his shithole, it scared me. Even though that tiny anus had opened up wide enough to drop some sizable turds in my mouth, leaving plenty of room in his bowels, I was sure it had already closed up tight again and that any attempt to get inside it would hurt him. And the thought of trying to console a sobbing child--one who might be so distraught afterwards that he'd tell his mother what the Mean Black Man with the Big Cock had done to him--didn't exactly appeal to me.

But I reminded myself what Tucker had said about him, as well as what I'd personally witnessed of the boy's nascent masochism, and I convinced myself that things would go smoothly. Besides, Cayden knew what he was here for, and the fact that he was still here and hadn't asked to go home, even after seeing the size of my cock, suggested that he was ready to go through with it.

Tucker prepared us, liberally lubing up my cock and Cayden's asshole with his K-Y liquid. Cayden kept his head down and his ass up the whole time, barely reacting when Tucker stuck first two then three fingers in his shitter and slid them back and forth several times.

"I think he's ready now," Tucker announced as he moved in front of Cayden then reached forward and spread the boy's small ass cheeks apart.

I quickly moved into position behind the little brunet, got a good grip on my shaft, and nestled my cockhead against his asshole.

"Okay, here goes nothing," I said.

As I attempted to push my cock into Cayden's minuscule hole, "nothing" was pretty much the result. I encountered resistance from both ends--his anus tightening up and his mouth opening up.

"Owwwwww!" he wailed.

I looked at Tucker, who still had a strong hold on his friend's butt cheeks. He looked back at me, smirked, and, said, "Just keep going."

So I did, my glans fighting his friend's anal sphincter, his sphincter fighting back, and me fighting the urge to stop, since Cayden's tearful pleas--"No!" "Stop!" "It hurts!" "Take it out!" "It's too big!"--were starting to get to me. Despite the physical and psychological challenges, however, I was too horny to stop, so I swept my doubts aside, holding fast to both Tucker's claims and Cayden's hips, and forged ahead. Eventually my persistence paid off and, bearing down, I forced the head of my cock into the little boy's asshole.

"Noooooooo!!" he cried out, his whole body shivering as his anus swallowed my glans. At this point I fully expected his squirming to be replaced by thrashing, the natural reaction to having something painful shoved up your ass, so I had already prepared myself to re-enter Cayden when he dislodged me. But to my surprise I felt him relax, even as more tears ran down his reddened cheeks and he continued to wail, and I was able to push almost half my cock inside him. I looked at Tucker again. He winked at me.

"Told ya," he whispered.

It was remarkable, as if Cayden were fighting his own internal battle--one part of him wanting desperately to be a good little boy while the other part was just as eager to be a precocious little slut. So his mouth screamed one thing while his body screamed another. Maybe that was really why he sucked dick: It was the best way to shut himself up and let his body enjoy itself. And as that thought came to me, it apparently came to Tucker too, who was fed up with Cayden's bawling.

"Shut the fuck up, you little pussy, and suck my dick!" he yelled at his friend, shifting around and poking his pecker into the dark-haired boy's mouth.

"Mmphh!" Cayden responded with the initial entry; then came an "Mmmmmmmmmmm!" as he began to suck Tucker's prick like a pacifier. I took this time to slowly push the rest of my rod into the boy's butthole, and in no time my balls were resting on his buns. Between me and Tucker, the nine-year-old now had almost twelve inches of dick inside him, and I savored the amazing feeling of his hot, super-tight rectum pulsating on my shaft.

"Shit! This is the tightest ass I've had since...yours," I said, smiling and staring straight into Tucker's big blue eyes as I awaited his comeback.

"Annnnnnt!" he said, imitating the sound of a "wrong-answer" buzzer. "Mine is the tightest ass, but Cayden's is the tightest boy-pussy. Right, Cayden?"

"Mmm-hmm," he replied, sucking away at Tucker's dick.

"See? That way, both are good and neither one is better, so we're not competing with each other."

As far as my dick was concerned, though, it WAS a competition, and right now Cayden's asshole--or boy-pussy--was winning hands down. In fact it was so tight that I was afraid that it would take a major effort to pull out of him. Fortunately Tucker had lubed us up so well that all I had to do was have the blond spread his friend's cheeks a little more, which released the stranglehold his sphincter had on my shaft, and I was able to slowly slide it out of his rectum without turning him inside out.

"Wow! It looks like he's shitting out a big fucking turd!" Tucker remarked.

I smiled; it was the same observation I'd made when I was fucking Tucker. And as I'd said to myself then, the only difference was that this particular "big fucking turd" was about to be jammed right back up Cayden's narrow little shit chute.

"Nnnngghh!" the dark-haired boy complained--mostly through his nose--as I started my cock on its journey back through his bowels while he continued to suck Tucker's dick. The return trip was not much easier than the initial outing, which convinced me that I was indeed plowing virgin territory, and the fact that he was taking me on without the benefit of any carrot/zucchini preparation, like Tucker had gotten, was impressive.

"Mmphh!" Cayden grunted as I bottomed out for the second time in his shitter. But my lust was getting harder and harder to restrain, so I stayed inside him for less than half a minute before pulling out again. A few seconds later I plunged right back inside him. Each additional stroke was a little easier, as his bowels expanded to accommodate me, so I began to move a little faster until I had built up a nice medium-paced fuck rhythm.

"Yeah, Jamir, just like that! You're almost there! How's it feel, Cayden?"

"Mmphh! Mmphh!"

"Yeah, I knew you'd like it!"

Whether or not the blond-hair cutie had correctly interpreted his friend's grunts, I didn't know. He was right, though, about my being "ALMOST there." He knew that I was still holding back, bridling my libido, and that at some point I would have to give it free rein. But even though it was clear that Cayden was a masochist, I was still reluctant to let loose on him. After continuing for another few minutes to casually fuck him, though, I could tell that Tucker was getting impatient.

"Yo, Bro, you fuckin' like a white dude," he finally said to me, sounding eerily like the black kids in my neighborhood. "You need to start fucking like a brother. Like you fucked me."

That was all I needed to hear. Tucker's words extinguished whatever concerns I had left for Cayden's plight and, taking a firm hold on the boy's hips, I unleashed the pedo-crazed maniac inside me and began to bang his pale little booty without restraint, plowing into him with a kind of desperation, as though the world were coming to an end and Cayden was the last boy I would ever get to fuck. Imagining that scenario, I knew that Tucker was right: I needed to fuck his little friend with all the energy I could muster, riding the Devil's horse straight to Hell.

"Yeah, that's it!" said Tucker. "NOW you're doing it! Fuck the shit outta his white boy-pussy! Make him think about that big black horse cock every time he takes a fucking dump!"

I smiled. I was sure that Tucker was speaking from experience, and the idea that HE thought about my dick plugging his little white ass whenever HE took a dump caused me to fuck Cayden even harder to make sure his dick-sucking buddy would have a similar experience. Of course I also wanted both boys to think about my mouth whenever they took a dump. In fact I was hoping to instill a two-way anal craving in them in which they would feel not just dissatisfaction but a real sense of loss if I weren't there to eat their shit and stick my dick up their asses. Tucker was just about there, but I'd have to work on Cayden, who was now huffing out a loud "Nngh!" every time Tucker and I slammed into him.

By this time I was totally into ravaging the little boy. I might have been doing irreparable damage to his rectum, rubbing it raw, while also screwing him up psychologically even more than he already was. But I no longer cared. I was focused solely on satisfying my own dark desire and putting on a good show for Tucker. The only problem was that Cayden's mini-ass was so sweet there was no way I was going to be able to last as long as I wanted to. The finish line was coming up fast. Yeah, I slowed down a few times, but with Cayden's shitter throbbing so wildly on my cock--as if cheering it on!--I knew it wouldn't be long before this virgin fuck session was over. As usual I was right.

"Shit! Fuck! I'm coming!" I yelled, plunging my pole as far up Cayden's butt as it would go. "Take it right up your ass, you little bitch!"

"Right behind you!" said Tucker, grabbing two handsful of Cayden's hair and yanking his head forward. "Take mine too, pussy boy!"

As both Tucker and I leaned into the little boy from opposite ends, our faces were only inches apart. On impulse I grabbed the back of Tucker's head and pressed my lips against his. I expected him to stiffen up and pull away, but being in the throes of orgasm made him more amenable to the intimacy, and he willingly opened his mouth and accepted my shitty tongue as we simultaneously spewed sperm into his little friend.

There was something about kissing Tucker while coming in Cayden that really affected me because I swear I shot my biggest load ever that day. Everything I'd stored up over the past few days went surging into the little boy's shithole, baptizing his bowels with the slimy evidence of my perverted passion. And this apparently triggered Cayden's orgasm because I heard him chirp and felt him shiver, upon which his rectum began to spasm like crazy, milking my cock, draining every drop of that huge load out of my balls as he blew his own tiny wad.

Meanwhile Tucker had worked up a huge mouthful of spit, which he promptly pushed into my mouth. Humming my approval I swallowed it and probed his mouth for more. When I couldn't find any, I returned the favor by forcing a big wad of my own spit into his mouth. Not to be outdone, he swallowed mine too. Then, with our lips still locked, we heard moaning and felt squirming under us. At first we just ignored it and continued our sloppy smooch. A couple of minutes later, though, we decided to break our kiss and release the little bottom beneath us. So we pulled our lips apart, pulled our heads back, and pulled out of him, our dicks exiting both ends with a loud slurp. Right away Cayden collapsed, falling flat on the bed.

"So, cocksucker, what'd you think of your first ass-fuck?" Tucker asked him.

Lifting his head only enough to catch Tucker's gaze, Cayden replied, "...well, at first it hurt...a lot...but then it started feeling better."

"That's because it takes time for our white asshole genes to remember how much they have to stretch to take black cock."

This time Cayden smirked at Tucker's explanation. "That's not really true, is it?"

"Why would you say that?" Tucker asked, looking like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

"You made that up to convince me I could take his thing in my butt, didn't you?"

"Okay, okay, you got me," Tucker said, unable to hold back his laughter any longer. "You're not mad at me, are you?"

"No," he said, smiling. "You were just trying to make it easier for me." Then he added, "But it would be really cool if it was true."

No doubt, I said to myself. Then again, if all white boys' assholes were biologically inclined to open up wide enough to take black dicks, then I would no longer have the pleasure of forcing them open, and that precious virgin tightness that I'd come to enjoy so much would be lost. So maybe it's even cooler that it's NOT true.

Speaking of assholes, I needed to check out Cayden's to see how much damage I'd done. Besides the inevitable redness, puffiness, and distention, it seemed to be in fairly good shape for the trauma it had just undergone. And, of course, it was already leaking sperm, a stream of which trailed all the way down to his balls. Seeing this, Tucker squinched up his face, said "Yuck!" and then, to my complete surprise, offered to eat the rest out of Cayden's asshole!

"Are you sure?" I asked him.

"Yeah. Believe it or not, I can be a nasty fuck just like you sometimes."

"Cool," I said, smiling and nodding.

So I proceeded to position the boys--Tucker lying on his back and Cayden squatting over his face. Once they were in place, I got on my knees and crouched down low, so I could see every intimate detail of the feeding.

"Now, Cayden, just let it go," I said. "Since your hole is stretched open already, you only have to push a little for it to drain out."

"...okay."

It took only seconds for Cayden's abused nine-year-old asshole to spit more sperm, which oozed in a long steady stream straight into Tucker's open mouth. My mouth was open as well as, in awe, I watched the cum flow and flow and flow until Tucker's mouth was nearly full, upon which Cayden instinctively drew in his anal sphincter, cutting off the stream and allowing Tucker to swallow. By the time Tucker gulped it down and opened his mouth again, Cayden had released his sphincter and more semen drooled out of his hole, once more slowly flowing and flowing until it nearly refilled Tucker's mouth. Again the little brunet drew in his sphincter, and again the little blond swallowed and opened his mouth again.

Over a minute later, after swallowing a third mouthful of cum, Tucker gave me that same look of incredulity he'd given me when he was shitting sperm in my mouth.

"Damn, Jamir! You did the same fucking thing to him that you did to me! Tried to make a fucking baby up his ass!"

"Don't blame me, Tuck. Blame my little man. He just got carried away."

"What little man?" Cayden asked, confused again as he turned his head to look at us.

"The one that poked around in your asshole then dropped a fucking sperm bomb in it. THAT 'little man,'" said Tucker. "Now shut the fuck up and shit the rest out."

Cayden turned away again and pushed, but this time only a spoonful of semen dribbled out of him. Tucker caught this on his tongue and lifted his head, sealing his lips over his friend's anus and sucking out whatever else he could find. When he finally detached his mouth from Cayden's ass, Tucker gestured that I should come closer. I knew what was coming, so I wasn't surprised when the boy pressed his lips against mine and pushed a combination of cum, spit, and shit in my mouth, according to my taste buds. I swished it around, adding my own saliva, and spit it back in Tucker's mouth. Then Tucker swished that around, adding more of his saliva. I expected him to spit it back in my mouth again, but instead he just lay there with his lips pursed and his cheeks puffed out, holding it. I was about to say something, but he held a finger to his lips, urging me to keep quiet, and motioned me to back away. When I did, Tucker counted to three with his fingers then grabbed Cayden's hips and threw the boy off him.

"Hey!" Cayden yelped, landing in a heap on his back.

Leaping on top of him, Tucker leaned over, put his face right next to Cayden's, and pointed to the boy's mouth. Cayden looked up at his friend with pleading eyes, but Tucker was having none of it, pointing to his mouth more insistently and mumbling what sounded like "Open!" Cayden finally relented, slowly parting his pink lips until his mouth was so wide open that Tucker and I could practically see his tonsils.

Holding steady at about three inches above Cayden's face, Tucker pursed his lip and slowly spit the big slimy wad into the brunet's mouth, letting it flow out in a long steady stream until Tucker's mouth was empty and Cayden's was full. The suspension of spit, sperm, and shit floating in his mouth smelled as nasty as it looked, and I wondered if Cayden's "other" side would allow him to actually swallow it. But all it took was a sharp command from Tucker, and the next thing I saw was Cayden closing his mouth and his eyes, and his Adam's apple moving up and down as he forced the unholy mixture down his throat. Two seconds later, he reopened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to show us that his mouth was truly empty.

"Good boy!" said Tucker, patting his friend's head the same way he'd patted mine after I'd eaten his shit. "So how'd it taste?"

Cayden just frowned and, with a grunt, shook his head.

"Well, if it tasted bad, it must be good for you, like medicine, right?"

"...yeah, I guess," Cayden reluctantly agreed.

"And the worse the medicine tastes, the better it makes you feel, right?"

"...yeah, I guess."

"So after swallowing all that, you should be feeling pretty good."

Cayden, his brow furrowed, seemed to ponder this for a while before finally saying, "...well, yeah, I guess that makes sense."

Though I kept quiet, inside I was cracking up, as Tucker had apparently put one over on Cayden yet again. An extension of Tucker's perverse logic meant that whatever Cayden's mouth happened to be full of--be it piss, shit, spit, sperm, or even puke--as long as it tasted bad and he swallowed it, it was good for him and would make him feel better. The whole idea was ridiculous, of course, but I was sure that it did indeed "make sense" to the little masochist that inhabited Cayden's nine-year-old brain, and Tucker may have been cleverly planting a seed for a future session with the boy.

But a future session it would have to be, because it was getting late. Cayden's mom would soon be arriving at the school to pick him up. Before he left, though, we needed to get the smell of sex off him, so we helped him shower, taking care not to get his hair wet. After helping him towel off, we had him gargle with warm water mixed with just a little mouthwash, so his breath would be fresh without being minty, which his mom would surely notice.

The boys then went about sorting out their school uniforms, which they had hastily taken off before jumping in bed. Cayden's naked body looked so pale, so delicate next to Tucker's that I truly wondered how it had endured everything we'd put it through, especially the heavy humping I'd given his tiny ass. But the beauty of the situation was that as soon as Cayden got dressed, that tiny ass and everything that had been done to it suddenly disappeared. It seemed strange--and far too easy--that the focal point of such a momentous occasion could be completely covered up by a couple of pieces of manmade fabric. I only wished the aftereffects could be concealed as easily, but that would take time, along with some effort on Cayden's part.

First I explained to him that his asshole would probably be sore for a few days, but he should try to walk as normally as possible, so his mom wouldn't notice anything out of the ordinary. I also told him that it might not be comfortable for him to sit for too long in a classroom or at a chessboard, so he needed to come up with some excuses for getting up and walking around every now and then.

"And make sure your mother doesn't see you naked," I also suggested, "because there may be black-and-blue marks on your butt and legs."

"And check your underwear tonight too," Tucker added. "'Cause even though I ate a shitload of sperm outta your boy-pussy, Mr. Big Dick came like a fucking horse, so there's probably even more up in there. And, believe me, you don't want it leaking out and whoever does your laundry finding it in your dirty drawers."

Giggling, Cayden shook his head and said, "Gee, I didn't think getting my butt fucked would come with so much homework!"

Tucker and I both laughed at that, but later on I suggested that he keep an eye on his friend to make sure he did that "homework" right.

The drive back to the school was unusually quiet, mainly because Tucker wasn't with us. He had decided to skip the ride and stay home to finish de-sexing his room before his parents got back. So with just Cayden and me in the car, there was the typical awkwardness of being alone with the friend of a friend. Add to that the weirdness of sitting next to someone whose pleas I had ignored as I pushed him into performing a host of sordid sexual acts, and you can understand why it was hard for me to just chitchat about the weather. But the silence was getting to me, so at the last minute I decided start a conversation.

"So, Cayden, did you enjoy playing with us?"

"Yeah, it was fun," he said.

"You think you might want to do it again sometime?"

"Sure."

That the boy was so casual and positive in his responses amazed me, considering how a part of him had objected to and fought against everything we'd done.

"Well, here we are," I said as I drove up to the school and stopped. "You take care, and don't forget to do that homework we talked about, okay?"

"Okay," he said, snickering.

After helping him put his backpack on, I watched Cayden walk over to the waiting area. I still couldn't believe that I'd managed to stuff all eight-plus inches of my dick into that excuse for an ass. But, as Tucker often reminded me, "It's not the size of the ass; it's the size of the assHOLE," and despite the unrestrained pounding I'd given Cayden's, he was walking normally, at least for now. I wanted to hang around long enough to get a look at his mom. I was curious to see if there was anything obviously strange about the mother of such a strange little boy. But I didn't want to draw undue attention to myself, so I drove off. Somehow it was even better if she remained a mystery.

By the time I got back to Tucker's house, I was horny all over again. Even though it was almost time for his parents to return, I called Tucker on his cell and asked if he could pay me a short visit in the toolshed. I barely had time to get out of the car when I saw Tucker leave the house and sprint over to the toolshed. Apparently I wasn't the only one who was horny again.

Tucker's asshole was still too sore for me to fuck, so we spread one of those heavy-duty moving-company blankets on the ground, stripped, and settled for a hot side-by-side sixty-nine. Having had such intense sex with Cayden, neither one of us had much spunk left, but it was still a lot of fun, especially when Tucker farted in my face when he came.

But I wanted our little last-minute get-together to end on an even nastier note, so after pulling my nose out of Tucker's stinky asshole, I smiled and asked him if he was thirsty. He gave me a you-should-be-ashamed-of-yourself look, along with a "tsk, tsk, tsk," and shook his head.

"Fucking retard. You wanna do the same thing to me that I did to Cayden, don't you?"

"Yeah, kinda," I replied.

"And what the fuck makes you think I wanna drink your nasty fucking piss?"

"Three reasons: First, there's a part of you that wants to see what it's like; second, you told Cayden that if it tastes bad it's good for you, even though you know that's bullshit; and third, there's a part of you that's just as much of a pussy as Cayden, so you'll probably like it."

Tucker tried hard not to react to my explanation, neither frowning nor smiling, but the twinkle in his eye betrayed his feelings, and it wasn't long before his face broke out into a big grin.

"Shit!" he giggled. "You know me too fucking well."

So I stood up and Tucker stooped down in front of me. Holding on to my legs, he slipped the head of my cock into his mouth and closed his lips around it as I cradled his head. It took several seconds but I finally began to piss. It started out as a trickle, but as I relaxed it quickly increased to a full-fledged flow. Anticipating a deluge, Tucker started swallowing right away, instead of letting his mouth fill up first, so he was able to keep up with the heavy stream without choking.

"Yeah, drink my fucking piss, toilet boy!" I urged him, stroking his silky hair while listening to him gulp down mouthful after mouthful of urine.

With his eyes closed, Tucker guzzled away, giving a little hum after every swallow. It was clear evidence that he enjoyed playing the role of a human urinal. As for me, the very idea that I was pissing in the mouth of a handsome little blue-eyed blond white boy was incredible enough by itself, but the fact that he was getting as much of a kick out of taking it as I was in giving it to him made it extra special.

"GodDAMN! I didn't know I had to go THIS bad! You sure you can take it all, boy?"

"Mm-hm," Tucker responded, giving a quick nod.

"Good, 'cause I'd hate to waste the rest by watering the plants with it."

It took a while but eventually my stream slowed back down to a trickle. I flexed my anal sphincter a few times to force out the final few squirts, and Tucker flicked his tongue over my piss slit to catch the last few drops.

Afterwards I had to help Tucker stand up. There was so much piss in his belly that it was protruding; and when I pressed my ear against it and asked him to jump up and down, I could actually hear it sloshing around inside him! I tried to imagine the sense of urgency he would feel when it finally made its way to his bladder. I made him promise to give me a call when that happened, so that, together, we could time what was sure to be the longest leak he'd taken in his young life. On that nasty note, Tucker returned to the house, and I gathered my tools to do whatever gardening I could in the half hour or so I had left before it was time to knock off.

As I headed back to the yard, it occurred to me that, in essence, Tucker's parents were paying me to have sex with their son(!) It was an odd arrangement, the oddest part being that they didn't even know there WAS an arrangement. But I justified it with some twisted Tucker logic: His parents would certainly have paid me to tutor him, and what I was doing was certainly a kind of tutoring, so I deserved to get paid for doing it. I was pretty sure, however, that Tucker's parents would have viewed the situation just a tiny bit differently, right before calling the cops, so I had to be careful. After all, I certainly wanted to give them their money's worth...for both jobs.

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