KID BROTHER--Part 5
"I don't know, Tom," Scotty remarked. It was the next day. The three of us were sitting around discussing the recent happenings. "Maybe all this queer shit's gettin' to us. We're runnin' around like a bunch of screaming fags blowin' everybody and all. All because your brother likes eatin' shit!"
I came up behind him and rested my hand on his shoulder and squeezed. "Hey, Bud, you gettin' kinda defensive, aren't ya? Or you just feeling guilty?"
"Whadda you mean, defensive?!"
"He means, buddy," offered Bill, "that while we've all been suckin' off each other's dorks, you've been goin' hog wild!"
"Not to mention that swipe you took up Carleton's shitty crack!"
"HEY, I SPIT THAT OUT!"
We laughed. "I know...I know," I tried to calm him.
"It's just that..." Scotty hung his head. "All that shit eatin' and everything, well...I just hadda see how it tasted, that's all."
"So how was it?"
"AWFUL!" he cried. He wasn't kidding. "I...I was just so HOT! Thought maybe I was missin' something," he laughed. "I wasn't missing a thing, believe me! Those guys're nuts! If I never taste shit again, it'll be too soon!"
"I agree," I said. "I'm not interested in that either. Actually, you gotta lot of guts, Scotty, even tryin' it. I'm glad you don't like it, though, cause I really like your mouth on my cock, and I don't want it all shitty when you blow me!"
"Aw, quit kidding! You guys do it too. You suck!" he accused.
I winked at Bill. "But you seem to really get off on it, Scotty," I teased.
"Well...so what?!"
"So nothing. You still like pussy, Scotty? You, Bill?"
"OF COURSE I DO!" cried Scotty. "Couldn't do without," agreed Bill.
"Then it's settled, guys. We're OK. We still like pussy. The only thing that's different is that we also love sucking cock! We can't pretend any more...we've watched each other do it too many times."
"Well, I haven't done it that many times," Bill countered, causing us to frown. "But I'm willing to catch up!"
We all laughed.
"A cock feels so good to suck on," Scott reflected seriously, "that I can't figure out why chicks are so reluctant to do it." Bill and I nodded.
"And I don't mind admitting," I continued, feeling strangely secure talking so freely with my buddies, "I wouldn't mind licking a guy's butthole...as long as it was clean."
"Really?!" they both asked, amazed.
"Sure. Hell, I'd even lick your butts. Got a boner in my pants just thinkin' about it!" I stretched across the couch, playing with my crotch.
"Scott," Bill said, "I think it's about time we dropped our pants and let our friend here give us deep rim jobs!" They smiled and immediately began to strip.
I started to get up. "Hey, I didn't say anything about 'deep'! I just said I'd lick 'em."
Climbing all over me, they held me down, pulling off my pants.
"Hell, Tom, what's a rim job if you don't tongue-fuck it?" Bill said, straddling my face. "Besides, we're clean. At least we're clean enough for the brother of a boy who eats whole turds! Might smell a little bit, though."
Scotty was already running his tongue over my cockhead while Bill lowered his bottom to my face, mashing his hole over my nose and mouth. I struggled...for approximately two seconds. Then I grabbed Bill's muscular ass and pulled it onto my mouth, then off.
"Ahhh!" I was reacting to Scott's tonguing. And to the sight before me. "I don't mind the smell of your ass, Bill. Hell, I don't mind it at all!" I licked at his sweaty crack, enjoying the faint smell of asshole. With all the shit we'd smelled in the last few days, Bill's fragrance was so fuckin' mild I couldn't imagine anyone minding having their nose in there. Fluttering my tongue in the folds and crevices of his wrinkled anus, I got a delicious perverse thrill. Cocksucking was almost a normal thing for a guy to do. I had my mouth working all over my buddy's asshole! Licking right where he shits. I tried not to think of THAT, but I certainly enjoyed the feel of a guy's soft, mushy butthole on my tongue. I knew how good it could feel, so I did my best to give Bill a good rimming.
I was just getting comfortable and ready to lick up into his sweet pucker, when he hopped off and traded positions with Scott. I was disappointed for a moment--just the amount of time it took for Scotty to put his little ass in place. It was smaller, paler, and the hole was a striking pink. On top of that, the smell of asshole was back! Stronger, or was it just that I had licked all the smell from Bill's hole? Did I care? Fuck no! I wouldn't have said so to them, but I was kinda glad. No, I WOULDN'T admit it. I took a quick lick, then exclaimed, "Oh, Scotty, bring that ass down here. I love your smelly hole, man! Lick my dick, Bill. I'm gonna eat out our buddy's asshole...then I wanna eat yours again!"
As I sucked at Scotty's butt and ran my tongue up inside, I wondered if THIS was why I had initially taken advantage of Scotty's predicament to get Davy to eat shit out of this hole. I didn't want to go that far, not by any means, but having his butt sitting on my face while I drove my tongue into his rectum was intense. Hell, I'd turn completely queer for this!
Things slowed down for the next few weeks. I deposited the money Mark paid us into Davy's education account. If I'd had any idea of keeping some of that money, I quickly discarded it after...well, after I blew Davy. I don't think I would have anyway, but for some reason, that experience made me feel closer to the little shithead. I became more protective of him. We had a couple of long talks. I tried to get at the reason why Davy likes doing what he does, and tried to convince him that perhaps it wasn't a good thing to do. But it all only made me feel stupid because it boiled down to me. He probably never would have discovered this peculiarity of his if he'd never tasted my asshole. But once he did, he said, he was hooked! Now this made me feel guilty and proud at the same time. Guilty that I'd started him on this weird trip; proud, in a perverse way, that the taste of my shit actually gave him the cravings!
Funny thing was, even though I still never ever considered doing what he does, I had to admit to myself that after rimming my friends, I didn't find the prospect of licking an asshole that wasn't...well, absolutely CLEAN--turning me off. Hell, I'm supposed to be honest here, aren't I? Truth is, it kinda turns me on. But don't get the wrong idea--it doesn't run in the family! I'm not a shit-eater! A butt-smeller, a hole-licker, okay. But I'll never be like Davy... NEVER!
Things with Bill, Scotty and I were pretty much the same as always. Well, not exactly. What I mean is, we were just as good of buddies as always, but...well, more intimate. More comfortable. We'd never really played macho games with each other like some guys do, so we continued talking about the girls we went out with the same as ever. The difference was, we felt no compunction about delighting in getting each other off, and admitted we even looked forward to it. We didn't let Davy know we were doing it so much, though. I guess we were afraid of having him involved with us much for fear of getting into a habit of having shit become too big a part of our sexual activities.
I had to tell Davy to stop coming into my room at night. He'd come begging for me to plop a turd or two. I had to lay down the law a bit. Hell, I couldn't have my little brother constantly sniffing at my asshole! Sometimes during the day he'd bother me while I was in the bathroom.
"You shittin' Toms?" he'd ask at the door. But I'd lie and put him off. I wanted to divert his attention away from this, but I knew it was a losing battle. Still, I did start to occassionally slip into his room if I was exceptionally horny. I DID enjoy blowing him that time. He loved blowing me. So I figured what the hell, why shouldn't we have sex together? But I kept it on a 'normal' level. Blowjobs, ball lickin' and...alright! What really made me start these nocturnal visits was that I was getting to enjoy rimming SO much that I wanted to rim my brother! So there it is. Made me feel funny at first, but with his enthusiasm, I soon felt as comfortable licking his asshole as I had become used to Bill's and Scotty's. But no shit was involved!
And I got to really enjoy it. With my buddies the rimming was hot sex...almost a spectator sport. With Davy it was special. More intimate. We'd start a 69 suck-a-thon and gradually find ourselves rolled into a ball--eating out each other's asses with a vengeance!
I tried to keep his cravings at bay, even promised him that I'd arrange another 'special' session like I had with Mark and Andy. I was the one at fault for breaking down. I'd been so busy the previous couple of days I simply hadn't stopped to shit. Finally, one afternoon, I definitely couldn't put it off any longer. I was literally full of shit and it was banging at my back door. I dropped my pants and sat on the pot, knowing that this was going to be one of those really enjoyable dumps. You know, the kind where you're so stuffed the pressure is intense and you just know it's going to feel real good when it forces your anus to stretch wider than usual because a huge, long turd is gonna come slidin' out of there... pushing against your prostate making you feel like you could almost come
"DAVY!" I yelled out the door. "COME HERE, QUICK!" This was too good. This felt like it was going to be a monumental shit, and I just knew it would please Davy. What can I say? All that pressure in my ass was giving me a hardon. And as much as it all kinda disgusted me, I felt this was one shitting Davy shouldn't miss!
"Yeah, Toms?" he asked through the crack in the door. He could see me sitting on the toilet. Resigned to our agreement, he asked dejectedly, "You need paper, or what?"
I stuck my nose right up to the crack in the door and gave him a lascivious look. "No. I know what I said, but...well, I GOT THIS BIG FAT TURD PUSHIN' AT MY ASSHOLE, LITTLE BROTHER. I THOUGHT MAYBE YOU'D LIKE IT!"
"Boy! I sure would, Toms!"
"NO EATIN'! I...I just wanna feel you handling it. Push on it a little while I shit in your hand. I'll push hard while you try to keep it from coming out. Uh, you can...you can lick on it a little if you hafta...if you wanna."
I let him in as I stood up and scooted away from the door, my pants comically shuffling around my ankles. I felt like a fool, but the whole thing got the better of me. All because my prick was hard!
"Get your hand on it, kid! I'm shittin'!" I'd only bent slightly, but that big turd was quickly halfway out of my ass already. Luckily, I felt a hand on my butt, then pressure at my hole. Davy had grabbed hold of my massive turd and was holding it in place, keeping it from being expelled further.
I stopped pushing. I liked the pressure. Fuck, I liked the whole damn thing! "LICK IT, DAVY! LICK ALL OVER MY STINKY TURD! SLOP YOUR TONGUE ALL OVER IT AND LICK OFF THAT ASSJUICE! OH, BABY BROTHER, I'M SHITTIN' IT JUST FOR YOU! Don't eat it, man. BUT SUCK THE FUCK OUT OF IT!!" I put my hands on my buttcheeks, squatted my ass down, and shitted for all I was worth! And that was plenty, I can tell YOU.
I squished the last of it out and turned around fast. I started pounding on my dick as I yelled encouragement to Davy. "SUCK IT. SUCK ON IT YOU LITTLE SHIT-EATER! YOU BEEN WAITIN' A LONG TIME FOR ONE OF THOSE...NOW SUCK ON THAT FAT TURD! SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK THE SHIT OUT OF IT!!" I was screaming at him. I was out of my mind. I was coming all over his face! He didn't mind at all, he quickly slipped his shitty lips over the end of my prick and sucked the last of my jism out!
He sucked and slobbered over my dick so much that any brownness was soon slurped into his mouth. I noticed this, but probably wouldn't have cared one way or the other. I was so ashamed at myself, I grabbed Davy to me, inadvertently squashing my turd he was still holding between us, and started kissing his lips and cheek, begging him to forgive me.
"Oh, Davy, I'm sorry...I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I didn't mean to..."
"Gee, Toms! You kissed me! I liked it. Wha...what are you feeling sorry about, anyway?"
"Why, 'cause I yelled at you. 'Cause I came all over you. 'Cause I made you lick my turd!" I stood up.
"Shucks, Toms! I didn't mind you yellin' at me. You were just excited! And you know I like lickin' your turds. But kissin' me was swell! Wouldja do it again?!"
"Naw...that's queer! I just did that 'cause..." He looked up at me with a startled, hurt look. As if I'd slapped him or something.
I knelt back down again, slowly. "Fuck, kid. I kissed ya 'cause I thought I'd hurt ya. I kissed ya 'cause I love ya, little brother!" I kissed him again. He threw his arms around me and I didn't mind at all!
"Hey," I started laughing, "we'd better wipe this shit up. We got it all over us!"
"I'll just lic..."
"NO YOU WON'T!" I warned. "We'll just wipe it up like normal people."
About a week later I gave Mark a call.
"I'm sure he'd be interested, Tom. Let me call him and try to arrange it."
"Okay, guys. Now here's the deal." I had Davy, Bill and Scotty together to discuss a proposition. "You know that guy in Palm Springs that Mark and Andy ah...perform for? Well, I had Mark give him a call to see if he'd be interested in watching...you know, Davy...um, me shittin' for Davy! Jeez, you guys know the score. I don't know why it's still so hard to talk about it. I figured it'd be a good way to made some money for Davy and, well, satisfy his hunger at the same time." We all laughed, including Davy.
"Thing is, guys, Mark told him the whole story. Seems he wants all four of us. Two thousand dollars! That's $500 apiece. You guys up to an all-out shitfest? We don't hafta do nuthin' we haven't already done. It's just that this time we'll have an audience for it--and get paid."
"You mean he's just gonna watch?" asked Bill.
"Well...probably not. After all, he is a shit-eater, too. And Davy couldn't handle it all. And I know he'll at least want to eat Davy's turd. Seems he digs eatin' the shit out of another shit-eater. I don't know if it's like he's paying respect, or just figures there's a chance he's gettin' shit from more than one person that way. Anyway, Davy, you gotta be sure you're stuffed with a big one if we go. Whadda you say, guys? You don't care whose mouth you shit in, do you?"
"Gee, I guess not," said Scotty.
"Uh, there is a chance he might want to see some cocksucking."
"From us?" asked Bill. "Fuck, Tom. I don't know about that!"
"Come on, Bill," coaxed Scotty, "after all, we...well, we are cocksuckers! And so is the guy. And he eats shit as well! How could you be embarrassed in front of a guy like that?!"
"$500. You're right, let's do it!" agreed Bill.
"Davy?" I asked.
"You mean I get to lick turds from Bill and Scotty and you?"
"That's right, little brother. While this older man watches you. That alright with you?"
"SURE! I'm ready to do it right now!"
"That's what I figured."
"Do you think the man will let me taste HIS turd?"
"DAMN, KID! Don't you have any shame?"
"What's shame, Toms?"
"Uh...you'd just lick on anybody's shit, wouldn't you?!"
"Well, if I liked 'em I would. Why not?"
"Oh, nothing." I shook my head. "Just wondering, that's all. I'm quite positive that if you ask real nice, the man will happily shit right in your mouth. I'm sure between the two of you there won't be a particle of turd left anywhere in sight! This is getting me hot. Davy! Pull down your pants, I'm gonna lick your asshole. Then I'm gonna cornhole your little ass! You guys do what you wanna...I gotta fuck my little brother!"
The other two weren't really surprised when I knelt and stuck my face into Davy's crack. Not after the many times I'd done the same to them. But they were very interested when I pushed him to his knees and climbed on top of him, jabbing my hard prick down into his receptive ass and began riding him like a bucking bronco! We'd been doing this more lately, and Davy'd gotten to love it. He'd fuck his ass up to me as I pounded down into him, and between us we were quite a spectacle. That day we were even better...we had an audience and we fucked like champs! They watched us for a while, then, unable to contain themselves, hopped into a feverish 69 right beside us. If anyone had walked in just then, they would have been totally convinced they'd landed in fag heaven! I'm sure no more dedicated fucking and sucking could have been found that would have matched us for enthusiasm, if nothing else.
"OH, FUCK ME, TOMS! I'M GONNA SHOOT. FUCK ME, BIG BROTHER!"
"ALL...THE...WAY...UP...YOUR...SWEET...ASS, BABY BROTHER! Aaah!"
"Well, this is indeed going to be a pleasure! The story of your escapades would have been enough to intrigue me, but I must say, I wasn't expecting such a delicious collection of handsome strapping lads in one bundle! I've heard your story, and undoubtedly you are aware of mine. Mark has given me the history of your activities, and conveyed, no doubt, a rather complete description of my lurid appetites. So, let's not spend any uncomfortable moments with phony social politeness. Please strip immediately...I simply must see those gorgeous bodies of yours in complete nudity!"
So began our introduction to the man Mark and Andy had regular intrigues with. We were kinda nervous, but of course the money we were promised, and the jovial hospitality of our benefactor, made it seem that perhaps it might be far from an ordeal. Nevertheless, we shyly disrobed for the gentleman, while he remained robed...loosely. So loosely in fact that a glimpse of his swinging prick could occasionally be seen. If one was looking for it, that is. And from the raised-eyebrowed looks that passed between us, it was apparent that we had all caught a glimpse. The one thing Mark had failed to mention was the one thing that made us gulp, and shiver a bit. A monster hung between the older man's legs! God help us if he decided to put it to uses other than the ones we anticipated. After all, we were bought boys in a sense, and obviously in an environment where the man was in complete control. Strangely, we showed no obvious signs of fear if the half erections we all sported when naked were any indication.
"Now, regardless of your past homosexual activities, I will respect your feelings and treat you as being 'straight', unless, or until, you personally decide to act otherwise. I do, however, hope you don't mind if I take some liberties with you. After all, I am queer, I'm paying you handsomely, and it will be utterly impossible for me to keep my hands off your luscious stud bodies!" With that, he walked behind us, surveying the mounds of boyass displayed to him.
Cupping Bill's flinching buttocks he said, "Now that's one massive keester! Firm, muscular, lightly haired, and..." as he pulled the buns apart, peeking down, "hiding a deep, fragrant, man's asshole! An anus situated so deep in the cheeks always sweats a lot. Such a pleasure to open them up and have that intoxicating smell drift up to one's appreciative nostrils. Tell me honestly, boy, do you find it annoying that when you run your finger up and down your crack, shortly after showering, it has already acquired that hot asshole smell?"
"Uh...how did you...I mean..." asked Bill, kinda amazed.
"HA HA! Remember lads, I was a boy once. A rather nasty one. I know what boys do. All boys...straight or gay. The fascination with your own bodies. Your own smells. A boy loves the smell of his balls. Checks out his asshole in a mirror, smelling his finger. Loving it, but never admitting it to himself. Unconsciously reveling in the odor of his own farts. Loving the smell of the boys' locker room with all those sweaty jockstraps, socks and shorts. And catching the accidental whiff of another guy's sweaty armpit. It's disturbing, isn't it? That's because it excites you! And not a boy alive, if he is alive, can resist the feeling of his own probing finger up his bung while he jacks off! An intense pleasure that guys never admit to each other."
We traded knowing glances at each other. The man was spouting truths in abundance that we'd never realized before, yet recognized.
"Run your finger over your anus," he directed Bill. Bill obeyed.
"SMELL IT!" Reluctantly Bill raised his finger to his nose and breathed deeply.
"All truth tonight. You like it, don't you?"
As if in a stupor, Bill stared back at the man and slowly nodded.
"BRAVO!" the man cried. "If your friends are half as honest as you are, I'm in the midst of REAL MEN! Only a totally honest, real man, would admit to a stranger that he enjoys the smell of his ass odor!"
Bill didn't know whether to beam with pride, or hide his head. Meanwhile, the man moved behind Scotty. This time he knelt down and kneaded the buns tenderly.
"Ah...sweet and tender! Small and delectable. Hardly a hair on it. Smells and looks like a child of 8. And I should know. I've had my tongue up the ass of males from every age from 3 to 50! Yet there's none quite so appealing as an innocent-looking butthole on a lusty boy who isn't innocent in the least. A boy who knows the pleasures his hot asshole can give him. Yes, indeed, this is the type of bottom a man who knows the pleasures of boy bum likes to spend hours on end kissing and licking...tonguing up inside to taste the essence of a youngster. If given the opportunity, my boy, I'd be honored to thoroughly lick out your rectum!" I couldn't tell if Scotty was excited, nervous, or just plain contemptuous of the man fondling his butt. Nevertheless, he took this opportunity to let loose a little sputtering fart!
"OH, CHILD! THANK YOU...SUCH AMBROSIA! Remind me to give you a special bonus. You really know how to make an old man happy!"
Scotty stifled a giggle. Obviously it was unintentional. But then he grinned, as he--as all of us--realized that there was absolutely NO WAY this man could be insulted.
Then he came to me. I decided, foolishly, to be brazen. It wasn't entirely a sponta-neous decision. My dick was flopping around quite energetically because of the old man's talk. I thought, 'if he likes those guys' asses, he'll love mine. After all, Davy eats turds out of my ass!' When he scooted into position, I stuck my ass out at his face.
"Ho ho!" he cried. "And what do we have here? If I hadn't already been briefed with ample descriptions, I would still recognize the arrogance of a young man who feels his shithole is God's gift to rimmers, and even has the audacity to plug his little brother's mouth with his fat smelly turds! Now he's pushing his eager buns right back into the face of a man he's hardly said a word to...simply because he's heard that the man likes to lick boyshit. And he even came prepared. Right in front of my eyes, given to me in an obscene offering, is an overpowering stinkhole which may, or may not, be attractive. You see, at the moment it's impossible to tell because the whole area is coated with a layer of day-old crusty shit! Couldn't you boys smell it on the flight out? And here he is, butt- out, expecting me to go into a tizzy and beg him to let me chew that shit off his asshole!"
"No, no. Don't pull away!" I had straightened up in embarrass- ment. "You bring that stinky hole right back here!" He grabbed Davy by the arm and pulled him down. "Pretty sure of himself, your big brother, isn't he?" he asked Davy.
"Gee, I don't know," Davy replied, confused.
"Thinks his shit smells wonderful, doesn't he?"
"Ah..." Davy took a sniff. "IT DOES!"
"Really?" the man was playing. "Gee, let me take another whiff. Damn! You know...you're right. Your brother's shitty asshole does smell mighty nice at that!" He put his arm around Davy. "Really like eating the shit out of his dirty hole, don't ya, boy?"
"YEAH!"
"Well, I don't blame you! Lots of guys have butts lovely enough to eat the turds right out of them. But somehow, they always taste more delicious coming from a stud who DEMANDS you eat his shit! A guy who thinks he's got the tastiest turds in town. Wouldn't dream of licking on a turd himself, of course. But that's okay, isn't it? You and I know the score, don't we? We like eating tasty turds out of a guy's rectum, hunh? But they always seem to taste better when the guy thinks he's making you do something really filthy, right?"
"Well," Davy hesitated, thoughtfully. "I don't know. Is it filthy? Cause I always thought cleaning a guy's butthole was important to him, and I'm always willing to help a guy out."
"You telling me you don't do it for the taste?!"
"Well...not exactly. I do it to keep those buttholes cleaned up like they should be. BUT I REALLY DO LIKE IT! CAN I EAT YOUR TURD?!"
I gasped. Bill gasped. Scotty giggled.
"I'm honored, my little friend. Sooner or later in our program, I'll lift my legs high and let you eat the candy from my bowels as your friends watch. I promise."
"Oh, goody!" Davy gushed. "And I got a lot of turd up inside me if you want it. You're a champeen shit-eater, aren't you? Toms told me."
I cringed, but the man only laughed. "He's right, little one. I don't know of anyone, past or present, who's gobbled up more boyshit than I have! After the age of 16 I start to get picky. But ANY BOY under that age, fat, skinny, black, yellow, white, only has to show me his asshole. I'll eat as many turds out of his shithole as he can produce! But today, I'm gonna watch you eat the turds of these sexy boys. I'll gobble up the leftovers, but it's all your show!"
"Gee, I can lick 'em, and eat a few," Davy explained, "but I don't think I could swallow it all up! Those guys really shit a lot!"
"WONDERFUL!" he exclaimed. "Why don't we share?"
"Ah, what do you mean?" asked Davy.
"Well, my first instinct at seeing these delicious asses was to forego the alcove where I usually carry on these extravagances, and just have these fantastic boys shit everywhere. On the floor, on the couch, shit in the refrigerator...and I'd just follow them around, watching you eat it all up. But you got more class than that. You want it right outta those hot anal lips...greasy and steaming! Let's do it together...you take one side, I'll take the other. We'll lick those turds dry. Then I'll watch as you munch on 'em, then we'll both take a bite and kiss, swapping those last bites back and forth. Eating shit out of each other's mouths!"
"YEAH! LET'S DO IT!" cried Davy, enthusiastically.
The man stood, with a satisfied grin, moving in front of us.
"Gather 'round boys, stick those pretty pricks in my face. All of them. I wanna give 'em each a few licks. You understand that, don't you boys? You've all sucked cock."
We crowded around as the man went from one to the other of our stiff pokers. I say pokers because we were poking 'em right into his hungry face. His tongue rapidly fluttered from one to the other. Four big boners got laved from one end to the other...and the balls too. Then he had us turn around and stick our butts in his face. He went down the line, noisily licking and slurping, making breathless remarks about the incredible smell and taste of our shitholes as he ate us out. Bending over as we were, it was impossible not to notice that his robe had been thrown open and between his lean thighs a truly monstrous hard shaft stuck up! Incredibly long, fat, and steel hard. No matter this man was so much older...the magnificent prick has us all drooling! His prick was drooling from the excitement of eating us out.
Finally, he fell back in temporary exhaustion, his robe spread, his throbbing cock standing up invitingly. He saw the look in our eyes.
"COME ON, COCKSUCKERS!" He held it up. "LICK THIS! Boys love suckin' big dicks. Especially straight boys! Come on, straight boys, COCK SUCK THIS MUTHERFUCKER! Davy! Lick their assholes while they get queer."
Call it hypnotism, call it suggestion. I call it just plain LUST. The three of us literally pounced on that big prick, quickly situating ourselves so we could all trade licks. I was between his gray-haired legs and started to suck on his fat knob, while Bill and Scotty were manning the sides, sliding their tongues up and down the long shaft, our tongues constantly coming together in a 6-lipped/one prickhead joint suction that could have melted the Himalayas! Up and down, back and forth, we shared the knob, I licked the balls! I FUCKIN' LICKED HIS BALLS! What can I say? The old man oozed SEX... he was so NASTY!
His prick leaked down the shaft. We all slopped it up thirstily. Here we were, like animals, sucking and licking all over this old man's huge boner. I knew we three had disturbing emotions going through our heads. It was also obvious that those emotions were being put on hold. Somehow we knew further humiliations were in store for us. And we weren't being forced! We wanted it. We delighted in it. These fucking queers were doing incredible things to us! We weren't queer. BUT OUR BODIES WERE TELLING US THAT WE WANTED TO BE QUEER! We loved queerin' each other. We loved queerin' this guy, slobbering all over his cock. But we knew we weren't in their league, although our pricks remained rigid, when our host called a halt.
"TURDS, BOYS! TIME FOR TURDS!!" he yelled. "Let's see those luscious smelly assholes plopping out some hot steamy columns of SHIT! I'm hungry. Davy's hungry. And you guys are full of it! Ready, Davy?"
Davy pulled his spit-dripping mouth up from Bill's hole. "I touched it! I touched it! Bill's got one ready to come out. Come on, sir, this'll taste good, I promise!"
"Stand up on the couch, Billy!" ordered the man. "Now squat down."
Along with Davy, he scooted across the floor to the edge of the couch. Bill grabbed the back of the couch and lowered his ass to his admirers.
Uncharacteristically, he bellowed, "HOT TURD COMIN' OUT! ANYBODY WANNA LIIIICK IT?!!!" He squatted low, an intensely painful expression on his face. No, not painful. Lascivious! He looked at me and screwed up his face, giving an exaggerated impression of someone taking the world's most monstrous SHIT! A shit for the world to eat! Gawd, he was turned on! He started getting really lewd.
"FAT KEESTER, HUNH? WELL YOU STINK-LICKERS LAP ON THAT TURD! EAT THE SHIT OUT OF MY HOLE! ARE THEY DOIN' IT, TOM? ARE THOSE FAGGOT TURD SUCKERS GOBBLING ALL MY GOOD SHIT? PUSH THEIR HEADS, TOM, MAKE 'EM EAT IT!!" He squatted even lower, pushed his sphincter muscles so strenuously that the hard turd being licked was soon replaced by a long squishy column. The older, firmer turd was abandoned as both mouths were quickly attached to the soft tube. If I'd blinked I would have missed it. I didn't blink. I watched as the two shit-eaters literally sucked like vacuum cleaners. I saw that turd disintegrate as it was pulled apart in fragments like a slow-motion explosion, clumps of shit airborne, then instantly being sucked into the draft of one mouth or the other.
In exhaustion, Bill squatted even lower. Davy manned the tunnel, licking out the gaping hole, tonguing out the leftover shit. I saw the man resting next to Davy, languidly sucking on the discarded turd, watching Davy at work. Davy sucked on that hole a long time. Bill was glassy-eyed. He moved his mouth like a fish, staring at me.
"Ih...ih," he motioned, "in my mouth!"
I got his meaning, and quickly stuffed my prick down his throat. He was sucking so hard it hurt. Luckily, it didn't last long. He pulled off and backed away, shooting streams and streams of hot jizz all over the cushions. He wasn't touching his cock. It just stood squirting!
"G-gee, I'm sorry," he said after catching his breath.
"No problem!" the man said, licking the globs of cream from the couch, sucking it out of the fabric.
"Well, that was quite pleasant, don't you think, Davy?" he asked.
A grin on his face, Davy replied. "BOY! We really sucked up that poop, didn't we!"
"Heh, heh. We sure did. Ready to get on to the next one?"
"TOM'S?!"
"No. We're saving him 'til last. He's got me on the boil, and I know you never get tired of your brother's turds, so no matter how much we gorge on shit, we'll still be excited for your brother!"
"That's okay," Davy gushed. "Wait'll you taste Scotty's shit! First I ever ate. You're gonna like it. Let's go!"
"The first, hunh?" the man asked. "Oh, yes, I remember now. Scotty took a shit in your basement and found there was no toilet paper. Then your brother suggested you clean him up, right?"
"Yeah! Boy, he really needed it!" Davy agreed.
"I'll just bet he did!" the man cried. "And you did your duty well, as I understand. Even getting some assistance from Tom. Is it true he dug his finger into Scotty's hole to scoop it out for you to lick up?"
"He sure did! Lots of it!" Davy exclaimed. "I guess he didn't get it all out sitting on the toilet."
I was giggling, and feeling proud at how I had manipulated the whole thing. Then I had to open my big mouth.
"Yeah...that all went swell. I hid the toilet paper, hoping one of the guys would have to take a dump. I wanted to see the guys' expressions when I got Davy to get down there and lick up one of their shitty assholes!"
"You did that on purpose?!" asked Scotty, a little perturbed.
"Uh...well, yeah," I stammered.
"You mean it wasn't a...remergency?" asked Davy, looking hurt.
"Well, no, not exactly," I said guiltily. "I mean...he DID need cleaned up. And I thought you'd like it, Davy, after seeing you with Carleton. I guess I did do it so I could act superior, though. I wanted to show the guys that I could get you to do ANYTHING I SAID! But you liked it, didn't you?"
"Kinda sneaky!" said Scotty, stifling a giggle. "You really made me feel like an idiot...standing there clutching my pants, wondering how in the hell I was gonna get the shit offa my ass!"
"And I was practically having a heart attack watching all that!" Bill accused. "I couldn't believe something that nasty was actually happening!"
"Devious!" cried the man. "Deliciously devious!"
"It all worked out okay, didn't it?" I was still defensive.
"Apparently!" the man stated the obvious. We all laughed. "Davy, how would you like to repeat that? Let's have Scotty shit in my mouth, then while I slowly munch on his turd, let's have the boys finger-scoop the rest out so I can watch you eat it off their fingers, alright?"
"Yeah, I'd like that!" said Davy, enthusiastically. "That was fun!"
"Okay," Scotty readily agreed, "but watch those fingers, guys, don't dig so hard this time! The first time it hurt...but I was so excited that I let it pass. Take it easy on me, willya?"
The man layed down on the floor and had Scotty squat down on his face. After lots of messing with his butthole and encouraging licking, he soon was ready. Squishing out a plump, medium-sized, tube into the man's welcoming mouth, Scotty stayed put. The man scooted out from under him and sat Indian-style, nursing the hot handful, while he watched us boys go to work.
Davy knelt ready, watching Bill and I on either side of Scotty's squatting ass as we reached down under and began to alternate slipping our middle fingers into the cruddy shithole. Davy moved his face forward, anticipating his role. Bill and I kept pulling out a dirty finger, then sticking it back in for a bigger coating. Davy was hanging in close enough to smell it all. He was licking his lips, but we were enjoying playing around in Scotty's stinky goop!
"DAMN! THAT'S PUTRID!" cried Bill, squinching up his nose. "Feels nice and gooey, though, hunh Tom?"
"YEAH, THAT'S SOME STINKY SHIT, ALRIGHT!" I agreed, not disgusted enough to move away. The pleasure of playing around in Scotty's crap far outdistanced any displeasure at the noxious odor. Seeing Davy's excited face even made me try to dig out more for him to smell. The kid was so hungry to start eating it!
Suddenly, Scotty grunted and squished a soft surprise around Bill's probing finger.
Bill's hand hung out there...his middle finger completely imbedded inside Scott's mini-turd. He'd shit right onto his finger!
"GIVE IT TO DAVY!" the man cried impatiently, "YOU'RE LETTING THE SMELL GET AWAY!"
Flipping his hand back, Bill offered the morsel to my little brother. Davy ducked his head and engulfed the hot-turded digit. Eating it off his finger, Davy munched the shit right down. Then he licked the fingers clean and held out his tongue. I quickly fed him what I had accumulated. He sucked that down in no time. We went back to fingering out Scotty's butt as Davy pleaded for more.
"LORD, YOU'RE A HUNGRY LITTLE BUGGER!" the man cried, watching and swallowing the last of the original turd. "EAT THAT HOT SHIT!"
"Dig those fingers in!" cried Scotty. "OH, I LOVE FEELING YOUR FINGERS CRAMMED UP MY BUTT...PLAYING WITH MY SHIT! EAT IT, DAVY! MAN, I COULD SHIT FOR YOU ALL THE TIME AS LONG AS I GET THAT FINGER ACTION!"
Scotty was pounding his meat all this time, stroking up and down between his legs. With a gasp, he started to shoot cream onto the floor. The man held out the final morsel, letting Scotty shower it with delicious cum, then popped it in his mouth and licked his fingers. Davy licked our fingers clean also...then we rested for a while.
(To be continued)