Chang Foo Young

Chang Foo Young - Part 2: Second Helpings (b/b/b, oral, anal, ws, scat) by Coproman

It seemed like David Chang and I would never hook up again. Though I was ready to go back to his house the very next day for a follow-up session of fucking, sucking, and shit eating, almost a month had passed and we were STILL waiting for an opportunity to do an encore performance. The problem was his mother. Her work hours had changed, so instead of 6:00 P.M., she'd started getting back home at around 3:00 P.M., the same time our junior high school let out, so there was no longer any private time for David and me. It was almost as if the scenario that I'd played out in my head as I'd walked home from his house after our get-together--the one where I run into Mrs. Chang on the street and confess to her everything that her son and I did together--had REALLY happened, and that she had deliberately changed her work hours to keep us apart.

Our only alternative was my house. But it was out of the question because my mom was home all day with my two little brothers, both of whom were preschoolers. So until some other place became available, we were stuck. There was simply nowhere a couple of horny twelve-year-olds could meet up to have kinky sex. The most we were able to do was fool around with each other every now and then in a bathroom stall or the coat closet of an empty classroom. But we dared not attempt any scat play in either place for fear of getting caught and having to explain something more than a little embarrassing to the principal and, ultimately, our parents. So lately nearly all of our direct physical contact happened the same way, and in the same place, it did when I originally approached David--while "wrestling" each other on the mats in the gymnasium. And it was there that our logistics problem was finally solved.

His name was Kisho Yamamoto, a transfer student who showed up a couple of weeks into the semester. He wasn't in our class, but we saw him twice a week, when all the boys in the advanced seventh-grade classes had gym together. Kisho was a tad small for his age, looking more like a ten-year-old than a twelve-year-old, and he was maybe half a shade darker than David, as if the sun had lightly bronzed him with a nice even tan. But his facial features very much resembled David's. Indeed, with his round face, silky black hair, and narrow eyes, he could've easily been mistaken for David's little brother. And when I mentioned this to David, he not only agreed with me but admitted that if he hadn't known the boy's name, he'd have assumed that he was Chinese instead of Japanese. The only major physical difference between them was that Kisho had a surprisingly prominent butt, which was so unusual for an Asian that it made me think there was a black person hiding somewhere in his family tree.

But Kisho's ass, and the fact that he and David were the only Asians among the scores of boys in the gym, weren't the only things that stood out about him: Particularly noteworthy was that he always chose wrestling as his free-time activity, even though he lost every match, usually ending up with his face under some kid's ass. Yet, instead of switching to basketball, volleyball, or any of the other games that went on during free time, he kept coming right back to the mats. It brought to mind how I had gotten David to sit on my face during our wrestling match, and how I'd "introduced" myself to him by sticking my nose in his ass crack. So, naturally, we started thinking that maybe Kisho liked losing because he too liked being on the bottom and was looking to find a top.

We decided to test our theory by wrestling him ourselves. Sure enough, even though neither of us made a decisive move to pin him after the initial grappling, his face still ended up under both my ass and David's...and after it happened, Kisho had the nerve to ask for a rematch! We agreed, but before we started I pulled David aside and had a little discussion with him. When I was done, I told Kisho that David would go first this time while I refereed. Smiling brightly, the little Japanese said, "Okay."

Of course, after a few quick moves, Kisho was on his back and David was sitting on his face again. Dropping down on my stomach, I held my hand a few inches above the mat and stuck my head as close to them as possible, supposedly trying to see if both of Kisho's shoulders were touching the mat so I could count him out. In actuality I was waiting for something else to happen. It took a few seconds more for a faint "brrrrrp!" to escape from David's asshole.

Every other kid in that gym would've pushed David off his face and taken a swing at him. But not Kisho. He just lay there, and I swore I heard him inhaling David's fart, which I myself could smell (and which was definitely NOT odorless). I waited several seconds more to finally count Kisho out, after which David slowly lifted up and looked down at the boy. Neither of us was all that surprised to see a smile on his face, so instead of proceeding with my rematch, David and I decided to take him into the bathroom for a nice long talk.

Fortunately Kisho hadn't been in school long enough to connect with anyone in his class, so David and I weren't too worried about his spilling the beans when we let him in on a few of the less extreme things we had done together. His initial reaction was surprise mixed with relief that he wasn't the only one in the world who liked "weird stuff," as he referred to it; and when we offered to include him in our next tryst, that relief turned to excitement. But when he asked us when we planned to get together again, we had to confess that neither of our houses was available for our special activities.

Instead of being disappointed, though, Kisho seemed delighted. With a twinkle in his eye, he told us that he was a latchkey kid who, after school, spent at least three hours home alone before his parents got home from work. In other words, his situation was exactly what David's used to be. Kisho also happened to be an only child, so he said he would be happy to offer his house for our rendezvous. David and I just looked at each other and grinned, after which we both grabbed Kisho and started hugging and feeling him up, causing the smaller boy to giggle like a girl. We ended the group grope when we heard someone approaching the bathroom, upon which the three of us all strode out the door, one behind the other, with sheepish smiles on our faces.

After school David and I called our moms and told them that we would be getting home late because we were taking part in some after-school activities. (Well, it wasn't a lie; we just didn't specify the KINDS of after-school activities they'd be :-).) Then we walked home with Kisho, and this time, instead of trailing half a block behind, I walked side by side with them because I no longer felt that any classmates who saw us would automatically know what we were up to. As far as anyone knew, we were just three pals, two Asians and an African American, strolling down the street. And though we bantered endlessly about sports and school, we never said a word to each other about exactly what we would do once we got to Kisho's house. I had a strong suspicion, however, that this wouldn't be a problem.

Upstairs Kisho invited us into his room, where we dropped off our books and took off our jackets. His room looked a lot like David's, which looked a lot like mine: a typical twelve-year-old boy's room. The other thing our rooms had in common was that, just like our banter, nothing in them reflected our weird sexual preferences.

Kisho then ushered us into the living room, where we all plopped down on the sofa. At first we continued to chitchat about sports and school, but then we got quiet and just sat there fidgeting and giving each other nervous smirks. I don't remember who made the first move, but seconds later we were fully engaged in a sit-down version of the group grope we'd started in the gym bathroom, only this time focusing on each other's crotches. This quickly escalated into a wrestling match, and we ended up rolling off the sofa and onto the carpet, still grabbing at each other's dicks. Then David and I decided to take things a step further by turning the grope into an undressing, so we began to yank and tug at Kisho's clothes. Snickering while squealing "No!" he resisted us as passively as he had in the gym. It took us less than a minute to strip the little Japanese boy nude, after which we backed away, stood up and stared down at him.

Wearing nothing but a naughty smile, Kisho lay with his legs spread wide open, proudly displaying his genitals. He had an erection, but it was barely three inches long, accompanied by a tight walnut-sized ball sac. And, of course, just like us, he was completely hairless down there. David and I were both gawking as we stared at him, and Kisho seemed to enjoy the fact that he was the center of attention.

"Okay, now that you're naked, we're gonna take our clothes off too," said David. "Then we're gonna compare dicks. Whoever has the biggest gets to be the Dick Man, and whoever has the smallest gets to be the pussy boy."

I saw Kisho's smile get a little bigger just before David and I turned our backs to him and began to strip. It was as though he already knew he was going to lose this "match" as well and was looking forward to it. David and I simultaneously pulled off our tee-shirts. Facing each other, we took turns stooping down to untie and pull off each other's shoes and socks. After that we both stood up, turning away from Kisho again, and unbuckled our belts. Then off came our pants. Now we were both wearing only our tighty-whiteys. With a nod and a wink to each other, David and I whipped these off too and turned around.

"Oooooo!" Kisho cooed, his eyes big as saucers as he stared at the two slender poles pointing at him, one five inches long and the other six.

David turned to me and shook my hand. "Congratulations, Dick Man." Then he turned back to Kisho and said, "Well, well, well. Guess who the pussy boy is?"

"Me! Me!" Kisho shouted, raising and shaking his hand as if he were still sitting in class.

"That's right. And do you know what that means?"

"No," he said, uncertainly. "What?"

Flashing me a grin, David said, "It means you have to do whatever Dick Man and I tell you to, no matter how nasty it is."

Without a hint of hesitation, Kisho said, "Okay. What do you want me to do first?"

"Turn around, get on your hands and knees, and stick your butt up in the air," said David.

"Okay," and in a flash Kisho had assumed the position.

Seeing that cute little golden ass sticking up in the breeze and realizing how eager Kisho was to do our bidding turned me on something fierce, and I started stroking myself as I approached him. David seemed to know what I was about to do and, also stroking his himself, held back to watch. I got on my knees and bent over to get face-to-face with Kisho's ass. He must've felt my breath because he began to rapidly flex his pucker, causing it to kiss at me. In return I gave it a little smooch.

"Oooh!" Kisho gasped in surprise. I was expecting him to turn his head, but he stayed right where he was, apparently trusting me to use him in whatever way I saw fit. I ran my hands over his ass, enjoying the feeling of the tiny goose bumps that covered both cheeks. Then I spread his asshole open and peered inside. His rectum was rich, healthy pink. Ripe for the picking, I said to myself, smiling. I followed up by pressing my nose against his anus and sniffing, and its shitty aroma made my cock twitch. After giving David a little smile, I dove into Kisho's poop chute with my tongue.

"Ohmagod!" Kisho responded with a shudder.

"Yeah, lick the shit outta that stink ass!" David urged me, crouching right beside us as he continued to masturbate. Heeding David's call, I spread Kisho's anus open as wide as I could and wormed my tongue in it, searching for shit.

"Mmmmmmmm!" the little Japanese moaned, squirming in obvious pleasure. Now I was even more turned on, not only by what I was doing to Kisho and how much he seemed to be enjoying it, but also by the fact that David was watching me. But then my freak buddy vanished from my peripheral vision. I wondered where he had run off to until I heard an even louder "brrrrrp!" than the one he'd let go in the gym.

"Smell my fart, pussy boy!" David yelled, rutting his ass back in Kisho's face.

"Mmmmmmmm!"

I abandoned my post long enough to take a look in front of me and got even hornier when I saw Kisho's face pressed into David's ass crack and heard him inhaling the Chinese boy's anal fumes. While I was watching, David farted again, giving Kisho even more bad air to breathe and damn near making me come.

"Now lick my shitty ass, just like Dick Man is licking yours!"

I continued to watch as Kisho imitated me by spreading David asshole open and spearing his tongue inside.

"Fuck!" David responded, lowering his head, arching his back, and jamming his ass even harder against the boy's face. The street-level cussing meant that Kisho had struck a nerve, just like I had when I'd reamed David's shithole during our first get-together, and the boy seemed to know this as he began to tongue my friend's anus even more ravenously, humming in apparent contentment with his face parked in David's ass crack. If there was ever a kid born to be a bottom, I said to myself, it had to be Kisho.

Watching the little Japanese suck ass made me eager to finish satisfying my own bottom hunger and prepare him for the next phase of his adventure, which my dick told me was right around the corner. But as soon as I went back to licking Kisho's asshole, David shifted his position again, and the next thing I heard from Kisho was a muffled "mmph!"

"Yeah, suck that dick, pussy boy!" said David.

Again I momentarily abandoned the boy's ass to see what was happening, and I smiled when I saw David lying on his back in front of Kisho with his legs spread wide and his toes curled up as he held the boy's head firmly in his crotch. What I couldn't see was David's cock. All I could spot through Kisho's cascading black hair was a pair of lips atop a pair of balls; then, slowly, Kisho raised his head, and I stared slack-jawed as nearly five inches of Chinese dick slowly emerged from his mouth. Though I'd taken that same dick just as deep in my own mouth, it was still amazing to watch it appear from someone else's, especially someone so much smaller than me. But Kisho was showing us that, despite his size, he was more than up to the challenge of being our pussy boy.

David was about to test his resolve even further. Not satisfied with the slow oral sex Kisho was giving him, he clutched the Japanese boy's head even more tightly and began to buck his hips, driving his dick down his throat over and over again. Though Kisho made all kinds of guttural noises while David mouth-fucked him, none of those noises indicated that he was choking or in any kind of distress. He simply stayed put and "mmph!"ed with every thrust.

My dick was now even harder than before, and since Kisho was preoccupied with having his mouth turned into a pussy, I decided that this was the best time to test the waters, specifically the depth of Kisho's bottomness. So after eating out his asshole a while longer, I stuck my middle finger in my mouth, getting it nice and wet, and poked it into the boy's anus.

"Nngh!" he grunted among the "mmphs," and I felt his sphincter tighten around my finger. But all it took was a quiet "shhhhh" and a gentle stroking of his butt cheeks with my free hand to get him to relax, upon which I eased the full length of my finger up his ass. It was a snug fit, but the saliva I'd tongued into his rectum had made it nice and slick, and I was able to slide my finger in and out of him fairly easily.

"What are you doing, Dick Man? Finger fucking him?"

"Yep."

"So how's his asshole feel? Is it tight?"

"Seems to be," I said. "But I wanna find out for sure."

Kisho HAD to know what that meant, but if he did, he gave no indication of it, as he continued to moan while David fucked his mouth. I slowly withdrew my finger from pussy boy's asshole and got even hornier when I saw the little dark-brown lump under my fingernail. I sniffed it, sucked it off, then grabbed my super-hard cock and mounted the ass that I'd been admiring for so long in the gym.

"Nnngghh!" Kisho complained as the head of my dick popped into his spit-soaked asshole. But there were no complaints from his sphincter, which gave my glans such a tight, welcoming hug that I couldn't have pulled out if I wanted to. And David seemed to know exactly when we connected because the moment I was inside him, he lifted his hips and locked his hands around the back of Kisho's head, thrusting his cock to the back the Japanese boy's throat and holding it there while I forced the rest of my dick up his ass. In less than a minute, Kisho had eleven inches of dick inside him. David and I grinned triumphantly at each other before turning our attention to our skewered fuck toy.

"So, pussy boy, how do you like having both our dicks in you at the same time?" David asked him.

"Nnnnnnn!" was all Kisho could manage to say.

"Well, I hope that means you like it, 'cause now we're gonna fuck you from both ends!"

With those words David, his dick still down Kisho's throat, maneuvered around until he was on his knees. Then he pulled Kisho up, took a firmer hold on his head and began to buck his hips again, only back and forth this time instead of up and down, as he went back to screwing Kisho's mouth. I, on the other hand, took a little more time to savor the strangle hold that his anus had on my dick; then, slowly, I began to piston his ass until the spit, pre-cum, and shit in it had mixed together well enough to allow me to pick up my pace. Soon David and I were both pounding away at the little Japanese, staring into each other's lecherous faces as we ravaged his esophagus and rectum in an attempt to maximize our perverted pleasure. And all the while, below us, Kisho just moaned in delight at being the object of our lust.

"I think he likes it," David said to me, as sweat began to drip off our chins and drizzle onto Kisho's back.

"I think you're right," I agreed, as the odor of boy sex began to fill my nostrils.

"Hey, pussy boy, you like getting double-dicked?" David asked him.

"Nnnnnnn!" Kisho grunted in response.

"That means 'yes' in pussy boy," David explained.

We continued to labor at either end of Kisho's digestive tract like the randy junior high school boys we were. And the fact that we were fucking Kisho in the middle of his living room with our clothes strewn all over the floor was making me even randier. Being sexual novices, though, neither of us knew much about prolonging our pleasure by delaying our orgasms, so only about five minutes went by before the anal and oral stimulation became too much for either of us to bear.

"Nnngghh! Shit! I'm coming!" David suddenly huffed, thrusting his pelvis forward to cram his cock all the way in Kisho's mouth while pulling on his head.

"Me too!" I panted, thrusting my pelvis forward to force my dick all the way up Kisho's ass while pulling on his hips.

With our dicks planted firmly in the boy's throat and rectum, David and I trembled as we pumped hundreds of millions of our young baby-makers into places where babies would never get made.

"Shit! Take our come, pussy boy!" David shouted. "Take it all in that pussy mouth and pussy ass!"

"Mmmmmmmm!" Kisho responded.

As we emptied our balls inside our little Japanese freakazoid, David and I instinctively leaned forward and locked lips, noisily swabbing our tongues in each other's mouths in a kiss so sloppy that our spit drooled onto Kisho's back, joining our sweat. So we ended up anointing our pussy boy both inside and out. And he did some anointing of his own, honking through his nose as his prick spat a thin stream of semen onto the carpet.

Once David and I were done smooching and spurting, we inched back. Kisho gasped and his whole body seemed to deflate as we both pulled our dicks out of him at the same time.

"Damn! That Japanese pussy was almost as good as some Chinese pussy I got about a month ago," I remarked, smiling at David.

"I'm glad you said 'almost,' he replied, smiling back at me."

"But look what he did to my dick," I said, moving from behind Kisho so David could see.

"Yuck!" said David, feigning disgust as he gazed at the mixture of shit, spit and come clinging to my shrinking cock. "Look at that, pussy boy!"

Still on his hands and knees, Kisho swiveled around. When he saw my soiled prick, his face scrunched up into a weird half-frown/half-smile. Then, without being told to do so, he crawled forward, glanced up at me, and popped the shitty, spitty, scummy dick right into his mouth, causing me to gasp, shudder, and grab his head. And when he was done cleaning me, he turned around, bent down, and started lapping his own come off the carpet.

"Fuck!" David said, his eyes widening and his cock re-hardening as he watched Kisho lick up the slime. Then he smiled and said, "He's almost as nasty as you are."

Smiling back at him, I replied, "I'm glad you said 'almost.'"

"Oooo! Look at THIS," David said, staring at the boy's ass.

"What?"

"His asshole--I mean, pussy is open...and whole lot of come is leaking out."

"Sounds like an open invitation to me," I suggested.

David smirked at me, smacked Kisho on the ass, and began to stroke his dick back to full hardness. Being that we were twelve-year-olds, it took little more than a passing dirty thought to give us boners, so I wasn't surprised to find both my dick and David's hard again only minutes after ejaculating. But while David was eager to get his share of Japanese booty, I didn't necessarily want to shoot my next load down Kisho's throat. I had other plans for it, but I wasn't sure how well those plans would work on the living room floor, so when Kisho finished licking up his semen, I suggested that we move to the bedroom.

"Good idea, Dick Man, 'cause I think my butt has carpet burns on it."

I told David to turn around, and I smiled when I saw a bright red patch on each of his ass cheeks. Exchanging a glance, Kisho and I bent over and kissed a cheek apiece to make it better before we all got up to relocate.

In the bedroom, Kisho wasted no time as he hopped onto his bed and assumed the same head-down, tail-up position he'd taken on the living room floor. David quickly joined him, hunching up behind him, grasping his hips, and unceremoniously poking the crown of his cock into the boy's come-leaking anus.

"Nngh!" Kisho grunted, wincing and lurching forward, nearly pulling himself off David's dick. But David had a steady hold on the boy's hips and simply pulled him backwards while leaning forward.

"Take it, pussy boy!" David hissed, and with one long steady push, he drove all five inches of his dick into Kisho's shithole.

"Mmmmmmmm!" the little Japanese hummed.

"Shit, that was TOO easy!" said David.

"I TOLD you it was open invitation," I said, sitting on the bed to get a better view of the action while tugging at my tool to keep it hard.

"Yeah, your dick OPENED him up pretty good," David chuckled.

Because I had paved the way for him so nicely, David felt no need to ease into fucking Kisho and immediately began to bang away at the boy's butt. Looking serious, with his jaw rigid and his lips tight, David fucked him without mercy, his crotch crashing into Kisho's round ass so hard that he eventually knocked him flat. But David never missed a beat, riding him down, pile-driving him all the way, until he was bouncing on top of his prone figure, making the whole bed shake.

"Yeah, take my cock, pussy boy! You like that Chinese dick up your ass, don't you?"

"Uh-huh," Kisho grunted.

"You want me to fuck the shit outta your dirty Japanese ass, don't you?"

"Uh-huh."

"Then tell me."

"Fuck me."

"What'd you say?" David asked, humping the boy's hiney even harder. "I couldn't hear you."

"Nngh! Fuck me! Nngh! Fuck the shit outta my dirty Japanese ass! Nngh!"

"Okay, pussy boy, if that's what you want!"

At that point David, who now almost looked angry, started fucking Kisho so furiously that I began to wonder if his passion was more political than sexual. I didn't know a lot about world history at the time, but I did know that Japan and China had fought each other twice, and that the second time, just before World War II, Japanese troops had wreaked havoc on the ancient Chinese city of Nanjing, killing the men and raping the women. Though we had not studied this in school, I was pretty sure David was aware of it, because murmurs of such atrocities have a habit of making their way through generations of a people, and as I watched his ass pumping and his pecker plowing Kisho's tight little shithole, I began to think that maybe David wasn't just screwing a schoolmate for pleasure but also fucking a symbol for revenge.

But this was no time for political, historical, or any other kind of analysis, because at the rate David was going, he'd be coming soon, and I wanted to do my thing with him before he got there. So getting on my knees behind them, I shimmied up as close to them as I could, held on to my spit-slick boner, and waited for just the right moment.

"Ouch!! Fuck!!" David yelled as I thrust my dick in his asshole. Grimacing, he stopped fucking and instinctively jerked forward to escape the pain, burying himself to the balls in Kisho's anus. I used this opportunity to shove my cock even further up his defenseless ass, as David cried "Ow! Ow! Ow!" Pretty soon, though, my dick was planted as far up David's ass as it would go, meaning an inch deeper than his was planted in Kisho's, and the heat, tightness, and throbbing of his nearly-virgin rectum were sending tingles all through me.

For the next few minutes, the three of us just lay there silently, one on top of the other, in a preteen boy-sandwich. I was waiting for David to get over the shock of my sudden entry before I made a move to do anything more. After all, even if you've been thoroughly lubricated with KY or petroleum jelly, having a dick shoved unexpectedly up your ass is no picnic. So considering that the only prep David's butthole or my cock had gotten was a healthy coating of Kisho's spit, I knew his back door was probably burning. But I admired David for never once telling me to stop or pull out or for getting annoyed that I'd interrupted his fucking to do some of my own. Then again, I knew he wasn't likely to rebuff me, since my anal attack appealed to the bottom part of his nature.

"Shit!" David finally said, stirring a bit and turning his head to the side. "Yo, Dick Man, why'd you dick me like that?"

"I couldn't help it. When I saw that Chinese ass bobbing in the breeze, I got so turned on I just HAD to get me some."

Smiling, he whispered, "So you like having that big black dick up my shitty Chinese ass, huh?"

"I LOVE it!"

"And what are you gonna do to my shitty Chinese ass?"

"I'm gonna fuck the SHIT out of it!"

"But I wanna finish fucking the shit out of pussy boy's ass, so you're either gonna have to wait till I'm done, or you're gonna have to fuck my ass at the same time I'm fucking his. So which is it gonna be?"

"Let's ask pussy boy," I suggested. "Since he's the one on the bottom taking all our weight, I think he should get to choose."

"Yeah, maybe you're right," David agreed. "So, pussy boy, which is it gonna be?"

"Whatever you guys wanna do is okay with me," said Kisho, his voice high-pitched and strained. "I don't mind being on the bottom."

Wow! Talk about the understatement of the century! But I expected no less from him, and apparently neither did David, who immediately began to buck his hips, alternately plunging his pole in pussy boy's ass and impaling himself on mine. At first this movement alone was enough to give both of us what we wanted. But after a while I started getting antsy and began pumping my hips to further penetrate David's bottom.

We must've been quite a sight, the three of us: a short Asian kid on the bottom, a taller Asian kid on top of him, and an even taller black kid on top of him, all naked as jaybirds, two of us jiggling and gyrating, huffing and puffing, as we each humped away at the butt under us while the other humped the mattress. I don't know how Kisho was able to take it, much less enjoy it, because David and I were not holding back at all. In fact, the bed was squeaking so loud and shaking so much that I swore it was going to fly apart, sending all of us tumbling to the floor. But the little Japanese never complained about being crushed into the mattress or fucked up the ass. He just purred like a cat as we went at it on top of him, as if he knew all along that this was where things would go and where he would wind up.

But again our orgasms caught up to us more quickly than we'd hoped, and only minutes after the double-fuck began, it ended, as both David and I suddenly stiffened, shoved, and shook.

"Shit! Take it, pussy boy!" said David. "Take my load right in that shitty Japanese ass!"

"You too, David!" I said. "Take mine up your shitty fuckin' Chinese ass!"

Once again there was a gush of tween semen into places it was never meant to go, as David spurted his load into Kisho's bowels and I shot mine into David's. The fact that we were doing the exact same thing at the exact same time was itself a major turn-on, but added to the purely physical, hedonistic feeling of coming in another boy's hot, clinging rectum, it made our climaxes particularly pleasurable.

Afterwards we all just lay there again sweating, trying to recover. I was pretty sure Kisho had come too, but neither David nor I bothered to ask him or had the energy to move to find out. I reminded myself, though, to see if I saw a wet spot on the sheet after we got up.

"That felt good," David finally said, breaking the silence, "but now I gotta pee."

"Me too," I said,

"So where's the bathroom, pussy boy?"

"Down the hall," he croaked out, our weight still making it hard for him to speak. "First door on the left."

I started to get up, but David reached back and grabbed my ass to stop me. "Well, guess what, fuck face? We don't believe in using the bathroom. So guess where we're gonna go instead?"

"Where?" asked Kisho uncertainly.

Rather than answer him, David squirmed around a bit, apparently to make sure his softening prick stayed in place inside the boy's anus, before settling down again. I knew he had turned on his warm water tap when I felt his sphincter flex on my cock and heard Kisho gasp.

"Yeah, take that piss right up your ass, you nasty little pussy boy!"

I had a harder time getting started, but a couple of deep breaths later I too let go with a hot stream straight into David's asshole. It felt really strange to be peeing inside someone, and from the way David was writhing and groaning I had a feeling it felt strange to him too, probably a lot like the way my insides felt whenever I got super-constipated and my mother gave me an enema. But I wanted to hear from David himself how it felt, so I put my mouth right by his ear and asked:

"So how do you like my piss filling up your shitty Chinese ass?"

"It feels weird," David admitted. "Like I'm getting a fucking enema."

I just grinned. "And how do you like pissing in pussy boy's ass?"

"Probably as much as you like pissing in mine," he retorted.

I grinned again and proceeded to take a nice long leak into my friend's bowels. For some reason, I recalled the animated film we'd watched in our sex education class. It explained how, after intercourse, hundreds of millions of sperm cells swam up the vagina looking to fertilize the egg, but how only one of those cells would hit the jackpot. I imagined hundreds of millions of sperm cells swimming up David's and Kisho's asshole, searching in vain for an egg to fertilize, and how they were all suddenly washed away in a sea of piss. The image was strangely tantalizing, and as my stream dried up and I squirted the last of my pee up David's ass, I felt myself getting hard again.

"Whoa, Dick Man! Not so fast," said David as his rectum contracted on my stiffening cock. "We have other stuff to do first." I watched as he put his lips beside Kisho's ear, and whispered, "Okay, pussy boy, I'm almost done. When I pull out, don't you dare lose one drop, ya hear?"

Kisho gave a quick nod, and David, after flexing his sphincter a few more times, pressed his palms into the mattress and began to withdraw his dick from the boy's ass. While I couldn't see it, I could tell the moment his cock popped out of Kisho's anus because I heard a distinct little "sploosh" after which David, who was staring at Kisho's asshole, said, "Good. Now keep holding it in till I tell you to let it out."

Meanwhile my cock was still plugged in David's asshole, so I followed his lead and began to lift myself off him. My dickhead popped out of him with the same little "sploosh" followed by a tiny stream of piss, which escaped before David could close up his sphincter.

"So how's it feel holdin' all that piss in there?" I asked him, staring at his pucker.

"I'm cramping a little," he said, squirming as if he still urgently needed to piss. "But it's not bad. In fact, in a way, it feels kinda nice. You should try it."

"Maybe next time," I said, patting him on the ass. But I was much more interested in being on the receiving end when he expelled the piss enema. Just the thought of it was making my dick harden up even faster.

"Okay, pussy boy, NOW we need to go to the bathroom," said David, "so lead the way."

"Okay," said Kisho, and he carefully maneuvered himself off the bed. David followed, and it wasn't until he and Kisho were on their feet that I noticed how bloated their normally flat stomachs were.

"Wow, you guys look like you're pregnant!" I remarked, gently rubbing David's belly.

"Yeah, pregnant with piss," he said. "And now we're gonna deliver. Come on."

As I followed them into the bathroom, my heart was beating faster and my cock was getting harder. I wanted so much to tell David what I wanted, but since he was basically running the show, I decided to hold off. Besides I was sure he already knew what I was looking forward to, and I was even surer that he wouldn't disappoint me.

After the three of us crowded into the relatively small bathroom, David turned to me and, with a sly smile, said, "Okay, Dick Man, lay down in the tub."

Hearing that got me so excited that my legs suddenly felt weak, and I had to hold on to the wall to steady myself as I stepped into the bathtub. I quickly stretched out as much as I could, lying flat on my back and bending my knees to fit the rest of myself in. Gazing up at the two Asian boys, I was particularly pleased to see the look on Kisho's face. It was a combination of shock, surprise, anticipation, and ecstasy all rolled into one, and that expression intensified about tenfold when David nudged him and said:

"Now get in there with him, pussy boy, and squat over his face."

"Huh?" Kisho asked, his mouth open and eyes wide open as he turned to look at David.

"You heard me. Get in there, hold on to his legs, and squat over his fucking face."

"Okay," the little Japanese replied, and after glancing at me again he quickly followed David's orders, climbing into the bathtub and taking extra care not to step on me as he placed a foot on either side of my neck, clutched my thighs and stooped down, putting his ass right in my face. I shifted up a little to make sure his anus was directly over my mouth.

"Good," said David. "Now lean over and put his dick in your mouth."

Again Kisho obeyed, and I flinched at the feeling of those warm, wet lips engulfing the head of my cock again.

"Okay, good. Now, pussy boy, start sucking and shitting, but don't do either one too fast, ya hear?"

"Mm-hm," Kisho responded, his mouth vibrating delightfully on my shaft. He began to slide his lips up and down my pole, repeatedly deep-throating me, driving me insane. Finally, with my dick all the way down his throat and his lips pressing against my balls and what little pubic hair I had, Kisho's asshole began to pucker open.

"Oh, shit," I said, surprised to hear myself say out loud what I thought I was only thinking. Then, as Kisho massaged my rod with his esophagus, a stream of urine shot out of his anus, rapidly filling my wide-open mouth.

"Oh, shit!" David deliberately said out loud as he watched the nasty spectacle. "He looks just like a girl pissing in your mouth out of her pussy!"

My dick and Kisho's throat both responded to David's description--one with a throb, the other with a contraction, and the idea that this "girl" was giving me not her own but someone else's piss turned me on even more. I could hear how full my mouth was getting, so I knew exactly when to swallow, but at the time I knew nothing about swallowing with my mouth open, so I closed it. In the second it took me to gulp down the recycled contents of David's bladder, my whole face got drenched.

"Damn!" said David. "I didn't think I pissed THAT much up pussy boy's ass! I guess I had to go worse than I thought."

He was right. It seemed like a river of piss was pouring out of Kisho's poop chute. Even with what I missed every time I swallowed, I still ended up downing four full mouthfuls before the stream slowed down. As the last of the amber-colored liquid dribbled out of Kisho, I figured he was done and that we'd both just finish up with me licking him dry and him sucking me off.

But the little Japanese had a lot more in store for me, as a long wet juicy fart suddenly bubbled out of his butt, prompting a "Yuck!" from David as he fanned away the stench. Then Kisho's anus opened up again and a sloppy rope of shit sluiced out, plopping straight into my reopened mouth.

"Ewwwwww! DOUBLE yuck!" said David, backing away to avoid being hit accidentally by any flying excrement.

As bad as Kisho's shit smelled, it tasted pretty bland, so it was just a matter of fighting my nausea to eat it. My only real fear was that Kisho was so engrossed in shitting and sucking and David so engrossed in watching that they would both forget that I couldn't swallow a continuous flow of feces, and I would end up smothering under a big smelly pile of Japanese shit. But as my mouth filled to the brim, David snapped out of his trance.

"Whoa! Slow down, pussy boy. We don't wanna give him more than he can handle."

Kisho immediately tightened up his sphincter, cutting off the cascade of crap, leaving a dark brown blob of it clinging to his pucker.

"Okay, Dick Man, do your thing. Eat his fucking shit!"

Right away I began to chew on the big mouthful of shit, gulping down little bits of it at a time until I had swallowed it all. By that time David was leaning over the edge of the tub, peering into my face.

"Now open up, Dick Man, so I can see." I opened my mouth as wide as I could so he could thoroughly examine it. "Good. That was a good flush. Take a look, pussy boy."

Still squatting, Kisho pulled my dick out of his mouth and turned around to look at me. I winked at him as he stared wide-eyed into my open mouth.

"Wow!" he gasped, smiling in apparent admiration at my accomplishment. "Your tongue is all brown!"

"That's what happens when you eat what he just ate," said David. "Why? You have a problem with a brown tongue?"

"Nope," said Kisho, now directing his smile at David. "I like brown. It's my favorite color."

"Well--nngh!" David suddenly grunted, wincing and bending over.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Nothing. Just another cramp," he said, straightening up again. (I had forgotten just that fast that he was still holding an ass full of piss.) "Okay, pussy boy, you can finish going in his mouth, but be sure to stop whenever I tell you, ya hear?"

"Uh-huh."

I opened my mouth again and over the next several minutes received three more mouthfuls of the semisoft shit/piss/cum combo that filled Kisho's bowels. I also received more great oral sex from the little Japanese, as he again massaged my cock with his esophagus. And out of the corner of my eye I could see David masturbating as he watched the two of us perform.

"Yeah, DO it, you nasty fuckers!" he panted. "Eat shit and suck dick!"

I wallowed like a pig in Kisho's shit as well as in the perversity of what we were doing. It was hard to believe that David and I had actually found a fellow pervert--and so quickly!--among the limited number of boys in the advanced seventh-grade classes in our school. And what were the odds that he would be the only other Asian kid in our group? Probably about a million to one. And if my hunch was right about Kisho's other inclinations, the odds of our happening upon him were probably closer to a hundred million to one.

After swallowing yet another messy mouthful of shit, I saw Kisho's anus puckering but nothing else coming out of it. So I lifted my head and rubbed my face in his ass crack, spreading shit all over my lips, nose, and chin, permeating myself with the smell of his bowels. Then I buried my tongue in his asshole, causing him to honk out another "Mmmmmmmm!" and deep-throat me, his lips vibrating on the bottom of my shaft as his nostrils blasted warm breath on my balls. It was all too much for my immature libido to handle.

"Fuck! I'm comin'!" I shouted, and as my orgasm rumbled through me, I lifted my hips, planting the head of my dick at the back of Kisho's throat while plastering my trembling face in his shitty ass. "Take my load, Kisho! Take it right down your fuckin' throat!"

"Yeah, swallow that come, pussy boy!" said David, echoing me.

"Gluurp! Glurrp! Glurrp!" Kisho replied, and I could feel his throat contracting on my throbbing shaft as I force-fed him a big slimy dose of my preteen baby-makers. Meanwhile I reamed every last morsel of shit out of the Japanese boy's asshole that my searching tongue could find. Only when my balls and his bowels were empty did we disconnect, both of us sighing as I slipped my tongue out of his anus and he pulled my dick out of his throat.

David allowed us only a couple of minutes to catch our breath before moving toward the bathtub. "Okay, pussy boy, get up, and, Dick Man, you get out."

Neither Kisho nor I questioned him. We just did what he said and waited.

"Now, pussy boy, you lay down," said David, his hand on the boy's shoulder.

Kisho promptly assumed the position I had just unassumed, his eyes wide and his face full of longing as he watched David climb into the tub with him. "David, are you gonna--?"

"Shut up and open your mouth," said David, squatting over his head. Kisho quickly complied, wiggling around to make sure his mouth lined up with David's puckering, piss-leaking asshole. Like I said--about a hundred million to one. I got down on my knees and held on to the side of the bathtub to get as good a look as possible at the show to come.

"Get ready," David warned. "Here it comes."

Not only was Kisho's mouth wide open, but his lips were trembling in anticipation, a feeling I knew only too well. He couldn't wait to get what David was packing in his bowels. It didn't matter what it was or how much there was. All that mattered was that it found his mouth and he swallowed it.

"Nnnnnnnngh!" Kisho groaned as my piss shot out of David's asshole and flooded his mouth.

"Drink that piss, pussy boy!" David shouted.

And did he ever. David didn't seem to be holding back at all, and yet the little Japanese was chugalugging mouthful after mouthful of piss, his mouth wide open the whole time, making me a little envious and also making me wonder if this was truly his first time being a piss bottom. David and I were so thrilled to discover him and to have somewhere to do our thing that we hadn't even bothered to ask him about his past, not even where he'd gone to school before transferring to ours. All he'd mentioned was how strange it was to be in a school with both boys and girls after attending an all-boys school. For all we knew he'd been losing wrestling matches there too, perhaps to every boy in his gym class, and maybe his penalty for doing so was to serve as the class urinal. I envisioned Kisho sitting against a bathroom wall with his head tipped back and his mouth wide open as a long line of boys stood in front of him, all waiting their turn to piss down his throat, with the gym teacher himself bringing up the rear of the line!

But as horny as that scenario made me, I hoped it wasn't true. I wanted very much to believe that David and I were Kisho's firsts, that we alone were the ones who had unearthed the pussy boy in him and were, therefore, the only ones who could lay claim to corrupting him.

"Get ready, pussy boy, 'cause I can feel it coming!" David announced as the piss flow from his anus slowed to a trickle. Then, just like with Kisho, there was a fart--in fact, a series of them, all juicy, wet, and smelly, exploding out of David's asshole, spraying sperm and shit all over Kisho's face and stinking up the bathroom all over again.

"Yuck! That smells bad even to ME!" said David, frowning as he turned his head to the side but smirking when ours eyes met.

Kisho was frowning too, but he never once closed his mouth; and though he was squinting, his eyes also remained open and fixed on David's puckering anus, which began spitting out a long loose log of light-brown shit, which landed directly in Kisho's mouth.

"Nnnnnnnngh!" the boy groaned again, clutching David's thighs as the semisoft shit quickly piled up in his mouth.

"Eat it, pussy boy!" David yelled. "Eat my fucking shit!"

David was so into what he was doing that I began to fear for Kisho what I'd feared for myself--that my friend would dump his whole load all at one and leave our young charge smothering under a mound of Chinese shit. But again he caught himself, and as soon as Kisho's mouth was full, David drew in his sphincter to stop the defecation. He then hiked up a little so he could look underneath himself.

"Yeah, DO it, pussy boy!" David said as he watched Kisho chew on the big mouthful of hot, smelly crap. "Chew it up and swallow it down!"

Tugging at my hard-on, I too watched as Kisho, his eyes now shut tight, smacked away on David's shit. It was both fascinating and disgusting. This was, after all, my first time watching someone else eat shit, and I had to admit that it looked as nasty as it was! I was particularly struck by Kisho's reaction. Despite what he was eating, his expression was one of ecstasy, and the noises he made--inhaling deeply through his nose then moaning--would have made anyone think he was enjoying his favorite meal. I felt more than a little embarrassed to know that this was probably how I'd looked to David the two times he'd seen me scoffing down shit.

Kisho followed my example by pausing periodically to swallow until, little by little, he consumed everything he'd been fed. He then reopened his eyes and, again imitating me, stuck out his tongue to show us that his virgin serving of "Chang Foo Young" was either already in his stomach or on its way there.

"Good flush for you too, pussy boy," said David, turning around to inspect Kisho's brown tongue. "You're as good being a toilet as you are being a pussy."

With his mouth wide open and his tongue still sticking out, Kisho somehow managed a smile.

"So you ready to eat the rest?"

He nodded and I saw his undersized erection twitch.

"Good," said David, and he turned around and squatted over Kisho's mouth again.

Being that none of us knew we'd end up at Kisho's house that day, I don't know how David could have managed it, but I swore he prepared himself for the occasion by avoiding the bathroom for a couple of days, because "the rest" turned out to be one hell of a load. I stared in awe as he filled Kisho's mouth over and over again, and each time the little Japanese chewed it up, gulped it down and, with a grunt, opened his mouth for more. After the eighth mouthful, I began to think that David would never stop shitting and wondered how on earth he was able to hold all that inside him for so long. I also began to think that Kisho's hunger was insatiable and that his stomach was a bottomless pit.

But even the most packed bowels eventually empty, and mouthful #9 was pretty much it for David's, as only a few of dollops of poop plopped into Kisho's mouth before my Chinese friend was pushing in vain.

"Okay, pussy boy, I'm done. Now clean me up."

Kisho immediately went to work, loudly licking and sucking at the little hole that had served him such an enormous meal; meanwhile his very stiff pecker kept twitching and twitching until it did something that I'd never seen before, and that totally fascinated both me and David--it spontaneously erupted, spurting strings of come on Kisho's stomach as he moaned.

"Oh, shit!" I said, my eyes glued to the boy's spurting cocklet as I continued to tug at my own tool. "He came without even touching himself!"

"Yeah, eating my shit must've really turned him on," said David, who was now also stroking his dick. "And watching him come is making me wanna come."

"Me too," I agreed.

It didn't take much for either of us to get there. As David was about to blow, I expected him to stick his cock in Kisho's mouth and feed him another load, but he surprised me by backing up and hovering over Kisho's head as the boy stared up at his rapidly moving fist.

"Nnngghh! Shit! I'm coming!" David panted. "Take it right in your fucking face, pussy boy!"

This was another first for me. I had never seen a guy come in another guy's face before, at least not in person, and it made me horny as hell to watch Kisho squinting as David's sperm squirted all over his eyes, nose and lips. In fact the scene made me so horny that it ignited my own orgasm. Not wanting to be left out of the party, I stood up and leaned as far over the bathtub as I could, aiming at Kisho's face. When David saw me, he moved to the side to make room for me, but not fast enough, as most of my first shot landed on his hand and cockhead.

"Yo, Dick Man, you slimed me!" said David.

"Sorry about that," I grunted through clenched teeth, and I made sure that the next three spurts all hit their mark. When my balls were empty, a drop of sperm was still clinging to my piss slit. I leaned further over the tub and wiped it off in Kisho's hair.

Afterwards David moved back even further and I stood back, the two of us admiring our handiwork. Kisho's face was a wet, sticky mess, strings of spunk crisscrossing it every which way, including a plug of semen in one of his nostrils and thick drops clinging to his eyelashes; and as I stared at him it occurred to me how very much he was living up to his "pussy boy" nickname.

"Wow!" You got SUPER slimed!" David remarked, giving voice to my own thoughts as he surveyed the soiled landscape of the Japanese boy's face. "But then, you deserved it."

I saw Kisho crack a smile when he heard that, confirming how much he enjoyed not only being spermed in the face but also being put down. And the fact that he yet to move, not even to wipe the come out of his eyes, which would have been a natural inclination, told me how much he enjoyed being an exhibitionist as well. As long as David and I continued to stare at him, he wouldn't think about moving. All that mattered was that he remain the center of our attention, even if it meant lying there until every drop of come on his body dried up and flaked off.

I wasn't sure what our next move would be, but when I saw David begin licking my come off his accidentally spermed hand, it gave me an idea. Climbing back into the bathtub, I scrunched down between Kisho's legs then bent over and began to lick away the come he'd shot on his stomach. Lifting my eyes, I glanced at Kisho, whose smile had widened, then looked up at David, who locked gazes with me as we watched each other eat sperm. When we were both done, David began to wank his re-hardening weiner again while I slipped Kisho's shrunken penis into my mouth. David knew right away what I wanted.

"Hey, pussy boy, I don't remember you taking a piss. Don't you have to go?"

"Yeah, kinda."

"Then what the fuck are you waiting for?"

Kisho didn't even bother to look at me. He just took a deep breath and closed his eyes. A few seconds later a stream of piss hit my tongue, a stream that rapidly increased until it became a gusher, filling my mouth so fast that I had to gulp it down at the back of my throat to keep from choking.

"Yeah, Dick Man, drink that pussy boy piss!" said David, who was familiar enough with the guttural noises I was making to let him know exactly what I was doing.

Since Kisho had already fed me everything that filled his ass, I was more than a little surprised to be swallowing such a deluge of piss. If he was relaxed enough to empty his bowels, how could he have possibly failed to empty his bladder at the same time? But then I remembered that he'd had a stiffy the whole time he was releasing his load, and that would indeed have prevented any more than a few drops of pee from making their way out of him. Even so, this was still a LOT of piss, and after half a minute it was still pouring out.

It turned out that Kisho wasn't the only one who had to pee. David had to go again, but I had no idea until I heard splashing and felt a warm spray on my face. I opened my eyes to see an amber stream raining down on Kisho's face, washing away most of our come.

"Take my piss, pussy boy!"

"Mmmmmmmm!" Kisho moaned in response, opening his mouth. It took only a few seconds for David fill it, but after Kisho swallowed, David didn't keep aiming at his mouth; instead he moved the stream around, dousing Kisho's entire face as well as his hair and his neck, and giving me a pretty good second-hand shower in the process. By the time he was done, Kisho was stinking of piss and his prick had stiffened to full hardness inside my mouth.

But now I had a big decision to make, and it involved how much of a top I wanted to be. The problem was simple: I had to take a serious shit. Had today's events involved just David and me, we'd have been done by now and I'd have already been back home, happily sitting on the toilet while rerunning in my head every moment of our second nasty get-together. But adding Kisho to the mix had caused everything to take longer, including the walk to his house, so now my bowels were telling me it was time to go.

So what's the big deal? you're probably asking. Just go in Kisho's mouth. But it wasn't that simple or easy for me. Sure, I was a top when it came to fucking guys up the ass or even taking a piss in them, but that's about as far as my topness went. Other than that I was a full-fledged bottom, and had David told me before we got here that the script called for him and Kisho to fuck ME up the ass then piss and shit in MY mouth, I'd have been more than happy with my role. But unlike David, I'd never once had the inclination to drop my load in someone else's mouth, so the prospect of actually doing it was more than a little daunting.

But it was hard to hide from David what was going on in my body or my brain, and when he saw me squirming and fidgeting as I sucked Kisho's hard little cock, he gave me a knowing smile.

"You have to shit, don't you, Dick Man?"

Looking up at him, I hesitated before pulling Kisho's pecker out of my mouth and nodding.

"Well, what are you waiting for? You know where to go. Besides, pussy boy deserves more than just one load. And on top of that, he wants it, don't you pussy boy?"

"Yeah," Kisho quickly answered, and I could tell by the look on his face and the way his dick twitched that he was telling the truth.

"But mostly I want you to do it so I can watch," David admitted.

That's what won me over--not that I had to go or that Kisho wanted to eat it, but that David would be watching us. That REALLY turned me on, and I began to warm up to the idea as I moved up, turned around, and squatted over Kisho's face. When the boy held my ass to direct my anus over his mouth, I could feel his hands trembling, just like mine were when he was about to shit in my mouth, and I knew that his heart was racing as well.

"Lift up a little so I can see it going in his mouth better," said David. After glancing back to see him crouching as low as he could in the cramped space of the bathtub, I raised up a bit. "That's good," he said; then, after a pause, he said, "Okay, Dick Man, anytime you're ready. Take it as fast or as slow as you want."

I smiled. It was David's way of relaxing me, and it worked. Since I was facing away from him, I closed my eyes and just pictured him watching. Seconds later I felt my sphincter stretching open as the bulky turd began to push its way to freedom.

"Can you see it yet, Kish--I mean, pussy boy?" I asked.

"Uh-huh," he answered breathily.

"I can see it too, Dick Man, and that fucker is BIG!"

I bore down and could feel the log sliding past my still-expanding hole; I bent over and looked underneath myself just in time to see the semisoft cylinder of mahogany-brown waste descend onto Kisho's trembling outstretched tongue and into his mouth.

"Nnnnnnnngh!" the little Japanese groaned, grabbing my thighs the same way he'd grabbed David's earlier but holding onto them even tighter, as if he were afraid I might change my mind about using him as a toilet and wanted to make it as hard as possible for me to escape.

"Yeah! Eat that fucking shit, pussy boy!" David once again commanded him. "And consider yourself lucky: You get to eat TWO fucking meals in one sitting!"

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" Kisho responded as that first super-long turd continued to exit my anus and enter his wide-open mouth. I can't say that it was wildly exciting being a scat top, but I had to admit it was different being on the giving instead of the receiving end of this ritual, and I was absolutely fascinated watching my shit fill Kisho's mouth. In fact, I was so fascinated that I had to remind myself to do what I was afraid both Kisho and David would forget--close my anus long enough to allow Kisho to eat what was already in his mouth. I waited till the last minute, when my shit was about to overflow onto his face, before drawing in my sphincter and lifting up as much as Kisho would let me.

"Now chew it up and swallow it down, pussy boy!" said David, who was jacking off again.

Once more the two of us watched intently as Kisho devoured yet another big mouthful of hot, smelly crap, and again the little Japanese seemed to thoroughly enjoy eating it, moaning and humming as he chewed and swallowed until my shit joined David's in his stomach, upon which he licked his lips, opened his empty mouth, and stuck out his soiled tongue.

"You want more ALREADY, pussy boy?" David asked him in disbelief.

Kisho nodded, so I squatted over his mouth again, dropped another big brown bomb in his mouth, and watched him gobble that one down too. By now the scat top that I didn't even think existed in me was having the time of its life. Shitting in Kisho's mouth had me so turned on that I soon had another raging boner. I didn't know how much come was left in me, but I did know that didn't want it going anyplace it had already been or, accidentally, someplace I didn't want it to go, namely Kisho's on chest and stomach. That left only one place for it, and since I now knew where that would be, I decided to focus on something else by bending over and slipping Kisho's very hard pecker into my mouth.

"Mmph!" he gasped while negotiating yet another mouthful of my shit.

"Yeah, suck his dick!" I heard David say from behind me. "Matter of fact, suck his nuts too. That dick is so fucking small, it'll be easy to suck his balls at the same time."

David was right. I easily took all of Kisho's prick AND his balls in my mouth, causing the little shit-eater to respond with the longest, most sensual moan I'd heard him utter all afternoon. It was a strange, unique sensation to have his whole sweaty pulsating package packed inside my mouth and to feel my lips pressing flat against his crotch. But for Kisho the combination of eating shit and having everything that made him a boy engulfed in someone's hot mouth must have been so stimulating that it was unbearable, because not even a full minute passed before he jerked, sealed his lips over my anus, and began to tremble.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!" Kisho sang, his lips vibrating on my asshole as he surrendered to what seemed to be his most intense orgasm yet. And as his balls swelled, his cocklet stiffened, and the heat from both increased, several spurts of Japanese boy come struck the back of my mouth and dribbled down my throat.

Meanwhile I shit out one last mini-turd, which Kisho quickly swallowed; and even though he was coming down off his high, he still took the time to lick me clean. All in all, I hadn't dumped as big a load as David, but it was still pretty sizeable, and now Kisho's stomach was so stuffed with shit that it was sticking out even more than it had after David pissed up his ass, truly making him look like he was "expecting." I smiled as I suddenly imagined Kisho's naked image gracing the cover of Vanity Fair magazine in a pose similar to that of Demi Moore when she was pregnant. But how different the headline would be: "Preteen Boy Gets Pregnant TWICE in One Day!"

We could've ended things right there, but David and I still had rock-hard erections, and there was no way either of us was leaving until we did something about them. It had to be fast, though, because it was approaching the "zero hour," meaning only enough time left for him and me to shower, put our clothes on, and get downstairs soon enough to avoid having his mom or dad spot us walking out of the building as they headed home from work. But Kisho was so stuffed to the gills that we were afraid another round with him might trigger his tentative tummy, causing him to throw up everything we'd fed him, which would not have been a pretty sight. On the other hand, we didn't want to seem inhospitable by giving what we had to give to each other rather than to him, especially since he had been such a gracious host.

Eventually David and I decided that Kisho could probably handle anything that didn't put any direct pressure on his stomach, so I grabbed him under the arms and David grabbed his legs, and together we lifted him out of the bathtub and gently placed him on the small rug in front of it. After ordering him to lie on his side and curl up into the fetal position, we joined him, David snuggling up from behind to spoon him while I crouched down next to them to watch.

David easily slipped his cock into Kisho's dilated asshole and began to fuck him with smooth, even strokes. But their position made it hard for me to see anything, even after I moved around a few times, so I decided to try something different, and it worked! In no time I was at just the right angle to block out Kisho's genitals, and suddenly a Chinese boy was fucking a pregnant Japanese girl from behind. This excited me because it was as if, having finished with Kisho, David was now screwing the boy's twin sister, who was such a slut that she'd managed to get herself knocked up at the ripe old age of twelve.

And it was as if David and I made a psychic connection with that scenario, because only seconds after it made its way through my head, he sped up his strokes and, with a grunt, stiffened, shoved his dick all the way up Kisho ass, and began to quiver while shouting, "Take it all right in that nasty fucking pussy, you fucking bitch!"

"Oooh! Yeah! Do me!" Kisho panted, rutting his ass against David's crotch to make sure the Chinese cock remained fully housed in his "nasty fucking pussy."

I wondered how much spunk David had left to pump into him, being that he'd just recently shot a load in his face. I got my answer when, after twitching though the tail end of his orgasm, David rested for a few seconds then eased back, slowly pulling his spent schlong out of our little friend's overused orifice. As soon as the head squelched out, Kisho didn't even get a chance to flex his sphincter before a translucent glob of goo seeped out of his anus and began to ooze down over his ass cheek. Eager to plug the hole before the leak got too bad, I scooted up, nudged David out of the way, and took his place behind Kisho. Then I just aimed and shoved, causing Kisho to moan yet again as I buried my dick to the balls in his very open, very wet poop chute. It was my first experience getting "sloppy seconds," and I loved it, quickly plowing away at the boy as he once more hummed in satisfaction.

"Yeah, fuck that bitch's pussy, Dick Man! Make her even more fucking preggers than she is already!"

With that kind of verbal reinforcement, it was easy for me to continue pretending that this was Kisho's slutty sister and that I was now getting my turn to fuck her. To lock the imagery in my head, I closed my eyes and allowed my hold on Kisho's pelvis to drift forward, sliding from his hip bone to his stomach, which I caressed ever so lightly, my hand moving in slow, sensuous circles over its distended surface. When I heard a "mmph!" from the boy, I opened my eyes to see David feeding him his shit-stained cock.

All of this physical, visual and mental stimulation made it impossible for me to last very long, and I soon found myself in the same condition David had been in only minutes ago. So I did the same thing he did--sped up my strokes, getting in as many quick thrusts as I could before my orgasm grabbed me by the balls. Then, groaning, I jammed my boner all the way up Kisho's ass, wrapped my free arm around his chest, and plastered myself against his back.

"Take my load too, Kisha!" I yelled, my body quivering as I climaxed.

"Oooh! Yeah! Do me again!" he squealed.

"Oh, shit," David snickered. "'Kisha.' That's cool. Wish I'd thought of it."

Kisho's ass felt warm and smooth against my groin, and he cooed and humped it against me as I spurted my load deep into his spasming Japanese boy-pussy. It was a particularly intense and satisfying orgasm because I felt as if I were losing my virginity all over again, only this time to a girl.

It took a while for my dick and Kisho's asshole to stop throbbing. When they finally did, I slowly pulled out of the boy, my shrinking tool exiting his tight back door with a squishy little plop. I scooched back far enough to watch my come dribbling out of his gaping anus; then I copied David by sticking my shit-soiled dick in his mouth, and Kisho dutifully sucked it clean.

Afterwards David and I stood up and, with our hands on our hips, just stared down at Kisho, who continued to lie curled up with his eyes closed and a faraway smile on his round face. By then the spunk in his overfilled asshole had drooled over his butt cheek and was pooling on the rug. But most delightful of all was that his mini-cock was hard again, proving once more how much he enjoyed being a bottom.

But pussy boy would have to deal with his renewed horniness all by himself because it was getting late, and David and I had to get the hell out of Dodge. So, leaving Kisho on the floor, we stepped back in the bathtub, closed the curtain, and turned on the shower. Just like before, we giggled the whole time we were washing up, and when Kisho poked his head in to watch us, we immediately targeted him, splashing so much water in his face that he was forced to retreat.

When we were done, David and I dried off on the same towel (since we all knew the kinds of questions two wet towels would have prompted Mrs. Yamamoto to ask) and made our way back to the living room to retrieve our clothes. We were in the middle of getting dressed when Kisho, wearing a fluffy terry cloth bathrobe that hid his bloated belly, waddled into the room carrying our books and jackets. Even though it was late, I was still hopeful that he would "deliver" before we had to leave. But as pregnant as he was, he had yet to feel the urge to go. While I was disappointed, I understood. After all, unlike being fed anally, it takes a while for what you've eaten to make its way out of your stomach and around the dozens of tight curves of your intestines before it's ready to exit through your anus. But it would've been amazing to see what he gave birth to after consuming such a massive two-course shit meal.

Once we were dressed, David and I took our books and jackets from Kisho, and the three of us strolled into the foyer, where we experienced another awkward moment as we stood there taking turns glancing furtively at each other, not really knowing what to say. Finally Kisho broke the ice:

"Well...I guess I'll see you guys in school tomorrow."

"Yeah," David and I both mumbled, and as soon as Kisho unlocked and opened the door, we rushed out and dashed down the hall to the elevator, neither of us even looking back at the little Japanese. And as we waited for the elevator, we didn't treat each other much different. We had been VERY dirty little boys, and now that we were back in our clothes and carrying our books--in other words, back to being nerdy above-average junior high students--our horny alter egos embarrassed us, making it hard for us to look at each other.

But when we got downstairs, right before we turned to walk our separate routes back home, we exchanged a knowing smile.

"That was fun," said David.

"Yeah, it was," I agreed.

"We should ask him if we can come over again in a couple of days."

"Maybe even tomorrow."

"Yeah...if he's up for it. I guess he'll let us know."

"Yeah, I guess."

Then, following another pregnant pause, David said, "Well, see you later."

"Okay, see you," I said, and we both took off in opposite directions down the street, never looking back at one another...well, at least I didn't look back at him. Like before, I was eager to get away from the scene of the crime as well as from my accomplice. But as I made my way home, one part of me was having none of this nice-boy pretense and was rejoicing in the fact that it had gotten to play with two cute Asian boys all afternoon, and I cracked a little smile when I felt it trying to stand up and cheer.

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