Here is another installment in my tale of homosexual incest, and raunch perversion. I hope you shoot your sperm while reading it. If you do show some gratitude by sending a generous donation to Nifty, and sending me some nasty e-mails and photos to robert1glynn@yahoo.com. I especially value photos of your turds. Come on boys don't you want to have someone admire your shit?
Little Brother, Part 3 By Robert Glynn
That act, my little brother Tommy, pushing out his anus, and trying to fart for me, was so erotic, so hot, that I almost blew my sperm as I watched. I guess there maybe are some people who wouldn't get excited at seeing a little boy's anal ring pushing out, but I am not in that group. It was hot! Hot, hot, hot! And when he succeeded, and blew a fart, almost directly, into my carefully observing face, I said, "Fuck I wish you had farted in my mouth."
"Put your mouth on my poop hole," Tommy said, "and I will."
I was thrilled. I put a hand on both of my brothers little hips and pulled him up, and toward my mouth, I went down on his beautiful shit hole, and sealed my lips around his anal ring. I felt him straining, felt his anus push out, and felt him cut loose with a tremendous explosion of butt gas, directly into my opened mouth. I felt my cheeks puff out with his fart, and I breathed in some of his gas, and swallowed the rest. "Fuck", I thought, "I wish I could spend the rest of my life attached to my little brothers shit hole, breathing in his farts and eating his shit, and nothing else. I wish I could go through life, with my naked brother's shit hole grafted onto my face, so every one could see I was his shit eater and fart breather. I wanted to walk naked down the street with my little brother held to my chest, his naked ass pressed to my mouth, so he could shit in my mouth, and everyone who saw us would say, "That boy is his little brother's shit eating toilet."
Reluctantly, I pulled off of Tommy's magic, enchanting turd lips and managed to say, "Come on Tommy, come and shit in my mouth." I slid us off the couch and wiggled off the rug, to the hardwood floor and put him on top of me, squatting over my face.
However, Tommy resisted, "But Peter," he said, "I want to watch you eat my shit, if I shit right into your mouth won't get see you eating it."
"Okay, sweetie," I said, "you just squat here on the floor and take a dump, and then you can watch me, while I eat your shit." Tommy moved off of me and hunkered next to me on the floor. I lay on the floor behind him, my face very near his adorable shit hole.
I doubt if any famous artist has ever created a painting of a little boy squatting taking a dump. Neither has a sculptor carved in marble, a turd being pushed out of a young boys ass, as he takes a shit. I tell you, however, as I looked at my little brother squatting on the living room floor, his beauty was such, that I wished it could be preserved forever in stone, or paint, and placed in a great art gallery for people to admire, the famous art treasure, "Beautiful Boy Shitting".
"No," I thought, "not an Art Gallery, a Cathedral. The statue of my brother defecating should be on the High Alter, in some great Temple, where millions could worship his turd and him, and dream they were as fortunate as me, the lucky one who actually was blessed to devour his shit.
But the fantasy was actually, really, before me. My little brother was taking a shit on the living room floor, and doing so in order to watch me eat his turds.
His turds, to me, were as beautiful as he was. I realized I was as eager to have sex with his shit, as I was to have sex with him. And here I was, lying on the floor beside and below my squatting little brother, as he moved his bowels and laid a pile of his super sexy shit on the floor.
I watched where the pale, flawless, skin of his perfect buttocks met and gave way to the gorgeous puckered wrinkle of his anus. I watched as his anal ring widened and pushed out. I saw his inner pink open up, and finally I saw his chocolate, brown turd peak out of his boy cunt and slowly slide out, till it hung down like a black boys cock.
"Fuck, Tommy," I said, "I want to give your turd a blow job."
"What's a blow job?" Tommy asked as he continued to push out his shit.
"I'll show you in a minute." I answered as I ravenously raped my little brothers shit with my eyes.
The turd was about four inches long when it broke off and fell to the floor. Immediately another emerged, as beautiful as the first. This one was about six inches long when it reached it's tapered end and fell on top of the first turd.
Tommy stood up, turned around, and looked at me, lying on the floor next to his shit. "Are you going to eat my shit, Peter?"
"I sure am sugar bear, but first let me wipe your ass. I want you to use my tongue as your toilet paper. I rose up on my knees, took a hold of my little brother, and turned him around. "Bend over and spread your legs." I instructed. Tommy did so, and I spread his ass cheeks and looked at his now shit smeared bunghole. This was it! At long last I was going to taste my brother's shit. I stuck my tongue out as I slowly moved toward his ass. Then I was there. I pushed into Tommy's ass cleft and felt my tongue push through the shit smeared around his hole and penetrate his anus. I licked and sucked and tasted my little brother's shit. I sucked his shit into my mouth, cleaned his ass hole, and swallowed his shit. I licked, and sucked, and wiped his hole for a minute or two. "I am now Tommy's toilet paper," I thought to myself, "and now it's time to be Tommy's toilet."
Tommy straightened up and turned around. His little, rock hard, pre-pubescent cock thrust out invitingly toward my face.
I reached out and picked up the smaller of his two turds with both of my hands, in order to keep it intact. It was firm, well shaped a nice, hard, little boy cock made of shit.
"This is how you give a blow job, Tommy." I said, and as he watched, I brought his turd to my lips, and kissed the tip of it before, sliding it in and out of my mouth.
My, god! It was real! Finally, I was sucking my beloved little brother's turd. As I gave Tommy's shit a slow sexy blow job, I watched him closely, and was delighted to see the gentile smile on his face and the fact that his little boy cock stayed rock hard.
As I fucked his turd in and out of my mouth, I could feel shit smearing my lips, tongue and mouth, and as my own saliva mingled with Tommy's shit, I was aware of this liquefied feces trickling down my throat.
My fantasy had become true. I was eating Tommy's shit. I thrust the now diminished turd into my mouth a made a show of chewing it, opening my mouth to show Tommy it was filled with his shit, chewing it more, and finally swallowing my brother's shit.
I opened my mouth again; reveling it was filthy, and that I had swallowed his shit. Tommy laughed and clapped his hands in excitement. "You ate my shit!"
"Yes I did," I said, "but there is a lot more for me to eat." So saying, I reached down and picked up the last, and largest of Tommy's turds and put the tip of it into my mouth. This was the second turd Tommy shit and it was much, softer and gooier, than the first. No fucking a firm shit cock in and out of my mouth. No shit log blowjob. Instead I simply put my face to the turd held in my hand and began to eat Tommy's shit, smearing a fair amount of little boy shit on my face and hands in the process.
As I ravenously devoured my brother's shit, I felt my balls rise to the base of my cock, felt my cock harden and swell, and felt my self on the edge of orgasm. As I swallowed the last mouth full of Tommy's feces, I impulsively reached out with my shit covered hands, took Tommy's head in my hands, pulled his face to mine and kissed him, thrusting my shit-covered tongue into his, until now, shit-virginal mouth. I felt Tommy stiffen briefly in my embrace as his mouth was filled with my shit-smeared tongue. Then I felt him relax into my arms, felt his tongue thrust into my shit mouth, and felt him kiss me back.
We kissed for a long time, swapping shit and spit, each of us swallowing Tommy's dung, while I rubbed my shit covered hands over his face and through his hair. Our kissing turned to licking as we each cleaned shit off the other.
When we had cleaned up and swallowed as much shit as we could Tommy again said, "You ate my shit."
"Yeah," I answered, "you ate your shit, too."
"Yeah," Tommy said laughingly, "maybe I'll eat your shit next."