Lucky Thirteen

Lucky Fourteen (Lucky Thirteen - Part 2) by Coproman

It was the end of June, I had just finished my junior year of high school, and I was already thinking about my mother's annual August trip to North Carolina to visit my grandparents. Last year, at sixteen, I had been reluctant to accompany her. After all, we had been making this same trek every year for God knows how long. And even though, being from Harlem, I enjoyed the month-long respite in the country, I had begun to crave my independence. At the same time, though, a developing part of me had also begun to crave my incredibly good looking thirteen-year-old first cousin Jim, who, with his mother, lived with my grandparents. So, eager to see him, I had agreed to one more trip down south.

That decision turned out to be one of the best I ever made in my young life.

Not only did I get to ogle my light-skinned, hazel-eyed, round-assed cousin, I also discovered that he was a horny little fucker who was eager to stick his dick in any available hole, including mine. Better still, I was pleased to learn that he was willing to try even the kinkiest of my suggestions. So, for a solid month, we'd had sex constantly, usually at night, when we were alone in his room. We were a perfect match, because Jim was a natural "top" while I was a born "bottom," and by the time the summer was over I had taken both his come and his piss in and on just about every part of my body. He'd even managed to shoot some sperm up my nose once, which was one of the weirdest but most exciting things I'd ever experienced, and he'd followed it up by letting go with a jet of piss right in my eye.

I had also, of course, eaten several loads of his shit. My grandmother believed in starting every day with a big, hearty breakfast, including grits, eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, and juice. And as Jim and I sat across from each other at the kitchen table, and I watched him munching everything down, he would look up at me and smile. This would make me instantly horny, because I knew that several hours later, he would be squatting over my mouth, feeding me a significantly altered, much smellier, form of that same breakfast he was now eating.

So I was really looking forward to going back to North Carolina to resume my relationship with my now-fourteen-year-old cousin. That's why I was so taken aback when my mother announced that she would not be vacationing down there, this year. She said that since it had been so hard to get me to go, and since she didn't want to go by herself, she was planning to stay in New York and spend that month re-decorating the apartment.

Of course my heart sank when she said this, especially since her decision was based mostly on what she perceived to be my reluctance to return down south. I had to get her to change her mind. So just a couple of days after she told me her plans--while there was still time to make the train reservations--I explained to Mom that it was not that I didn't want to go down south at all; I just didn't like the idea of staying for a whole month.

I suggested we still go, but for only the first two weeks of August, which would leave her plenty of time to re-decorate before school started up again in September. After thinking about this, asking me if I were sure, and admitting that she did indeed want to see her parents and siblings for at least a little while, she thanked me and immediately went to the phone to dial Amtrak. I sighed in relief then got an instant hard-on when it suddenly occurred to me that spending time with Jim had just become a reality again.

But a month later, as my mother and I stood outside the Rocky Mount train station, watching my grandfather's car approaching, I began to think that maybe Mom should have kept her original plans, because I could've sworn I saw my little cousin Eddie sitting in the passenger seat. Eddie was the ten-year-old son of my Aunt Betty, my mother's youngest sister, who lived in South Carolina, and he was a royal pain in the ass. As the car got a little closer, I groaned; it was him, alright. I hoped that he was just visiting for the weekend, but after "Hey," the next words out my grandfather's mouth were how little Eddie had been staying with them for about a week and how he would be there for at least another two. When I heard that I said "shit" under my breath, because I knew that the only place he'd be able to sleep at night without being afraid was on the cot in Jim's room. And that meant not only that I'd be relegated to sleeping on the living room couch but that Jim and I wouldn't be able to fuck our brains out at night. In fact, we'd probably have almost no chance to be together without Eddie being at our heels all the time.

So, as we drove to the house, I wasn't a happy camper, especially since my mother was sitting up front with Grandpa and I was in the back seat with the Pain in the Ass. He was an eager beaver, asking me all kinds of questions about New York, while I muttered out one-word answers. A couple of times I just glared at him. I was in the process of doing this a third time when, as pissed off as I was, I actually began to notice how cute he was. About a shade lighter than me, but not as light as Jim, Eddie had light-brown eyes (with curly eyelashes), a pug nose, and full lips, all set in an oval face with prominent cheekbones (which became all the more prominent whenever he flashed his toothy grin). His hair was cut very short, but the style went well with his facial features. For a moment, my annoyance at him evaporated and I imagined what it would be like to plant my dick between those juicy lips and shoot a load of come down his throat. Then I glanced down at his skinny legs in those bright red shorts, and I wondered what his ten-year-old dick looked like and how much of a booty he had. And, of course, as the boy continued to chatter away in his squeaky voice with its Southern accent, I went that one nasty step further, wondering what kinds of turds that booty was capable of producing.

My dick had already started getting hard from fantasizing about Eddie, but when we finally pulled into the front yard to the house and I spotted Jim, it got so stiff that I had to shove my hand down my pants and stick it under the waistband of my underwear, so it wouldn't be so noticeable when I got out of the car. Jim was barefoot and wearing a pair of overalls and a big straw hat with a wide ragged brim; it was the most "country" I'd ever seen him look.

"Cousin Tommy!" he yelled, grinning, and we hugged each other tight, making sure to press up against each other so we could both feel the other's hard-on. While embracing him, after glancing behind him to make sure no one who might be coming out of the house would see, I reached down with one hand and squeezed his ass cheek.

"Damn," I whispered, "it feels even firmer than it did last year."

With Grandpa, my mom, and Eddie standing behind me, he couldn't return the favor, but he whispered back, "Yeah, and I can't wait to put it in your face."

A couple of minutes later, Grandma and Aunt Joanie (Jim's mom) came walking out of the field, and everybody smiled and said their hellos before we finally brought our suitcases inside. I was, of course, most concerned about the sleeping arrangements. I was surprised to hear my aunt say that I would again be sleeping on the cot in Jim's room, and not on the the living room couch, because Jim had agreed to let Eddie sleep with him in his bed, so the three of us would all be sharing Jim's room.

I had mixed feelings about this. Sure I liked the idea of being in the same room with Jim, but Eddie's being there was certainly going to cramp our style. We would have to wait for the little fucker to go to sleep--and make sure he was actually sleeping--before we could do anything. And what if we got too loud and he woke up while we were in the middle of doing our thing? Then I thought that maybe Jim and I could wait for Eddie to fall asleep then sneak off into the living room. But then the Pain in the Ass might wake up and, realizing that he was alone, come looking for us. With every possibility I explored, I ended up frustrating myself, and it became more and more evident to me that Jim and I would probably never get the opportunity to be with each other with the kind of freedom we'd had last year.

When Aunt Joanie asked Jim to go get a watermelon, so we could have it for dessert after supper, I went with him to express my concerns about the situation. Naturally Eddie was right behind us as we headed for the patch, but we walked fast, staying just far enough ahead of him to have a private conversation. I wasted no time letting Jim know how the presence of the Pain in the Ass, especially his being in the bedroom with us at night, was going to screw things up for us. But he just smiled as he listened to me.

"What's so funny?" I finally asked.

"Nothing. But don't worry. I been thinkin' about all that, and I know a way we can do stuff even with Eddie in the room."

"How?"

Again Jim just smiled. "I'll let you know tonight. Better yet, I'll show you."

"But I don't understand how--"

"Just trust me, okay?" he asked, gazing at me with those hazel eyes, which, glinting in the sunlight, looked even more beautifully spooky than usual.

"Okay," I said.

For some reason I blindly accepted that whatever he had planned would solve our problem, so I didn't pursue the matter. Instead we spent the rest of our trip to and from the watermelon patch reflecting on some of the things we'd done together last summer and what we'd done with other people since we'd last seen each other. I revealed that, after getting back to the City last year, I had managed to persuade a Puerto Rican schoolmate of mine, who played on the handball team with me and whom I'd always been attracted to, to let me watch him take a shit. When he was in the middle of moving his bowels, I had asked if I could also wipe him afterwards. Surprisingly he agreed to this too, but when he bent over for me to clean him and I gazed at his hairy shit-smeared ass crack, I instead licked all the leftover shit out of his anus, which turned him on so much that he ended up fucking me right there on the bathroom floor and shooting a big load of his Latino love juice up my ass.

Jim admitted that he had finally gotten to fuck a girl up the ass but that she had patently refused to allow him to use her as a toilet afterwards. In fact, the white fifteen-year-old cheerleader had felt so humiliated by his request that she had told her older brother, a muscular seventeen-year-old who happened to be a star track athlete at the local high school, and he had come over to the house to "confront" Jim. An hour later, Jim had shot two loads of come up the guy's ass, pissed down his throat, and taken a shit in his face, and since then they had gotten together at least twice a month so the guy could get what he came to call his "Jim fix" before heading off to a track meet.

But as horny as all this talk was making me, I couldn't stop thinking about that monkey wrench in my summer plans named Eddie, and I began to wonder again just what Jim had in mind to deal with the situation.

Fortunately it wasn't long before the sun went down, the crickets came out, and night fell. Since we'd all had a long day, my mother and Aunt Joanie suggested that we hit the sack early. It was Jim's responsibility to make sure Eddie washed up, put his pajamas on, and went to bed, and as I finished unfolding and making up the cot, I could see that he was being the perfect older cousin in preparing his little cousin for bed. After a while Eddie, wearing a pair of yellow pajamas, scurried in from the bathroom, jumped into Jim's bed, and pulled the sheet and blanket up to his neck.

Wearing only my underwear and an old tee shirt (since I never wore pajamas), I flopped face down on the cot and turned my head towards the wall, away from Eddie. Now I was pissed off all over again, thinking that Jim must have been kidding when he said he knew a way we could do our thing with Eddie in the room. Because how was that possible? I decided to just go to sleep and ask him about it the next day. Ten seconds later, Jim, also wearing a tee shirt and a pair of drawers, barrelled into the room, dropped down on the cot and slapped me on the ass.

"Hey, wake up," he said.

"Why? Where are we going?" I asked, not moving.

"Nowhere. I just want you to see somethin'."

"What?"

"I can't tell you. I gotta show you. Like I said out in the field."

Reluctantly, I turned over and sat up; then, with some further prodding from my handsome cousin, I sat beside him on the side of the cot.

"Now watch," said Jim. He turned to Eddie. "Come here, boy!"

Right away Eddie tossed the covers off himself, hopped out of bed and dashed over to where Jim and I were sitting, standing in front of us like an little soldier waiting for his orders. Rising up slowly, Jim backed him up until they were both standing near the side of the bed. He then gave the boy a little push and Eddie fell backwards, sitting down on the bed.

"Now close your eyes and open your mouth." The boy quickly complied. After glancing back at me and smiling one more time, Jim began to take off his briefs, struggling to push them down over his super-erect six-inch prong, which, once freed, sprang right back up and pointed to the ceiling. As I sat mesmerized on the cot, Jim grasped his dick and aimed it at Eddie's open mouth. I thought he was going to surprise the boy by shoving it right inside, so I was shocked when Jim just stood there then said to Eddie, "Okay, open your eyes."

Again what I was expecting didn't happen, as, instead of being shocked, afraid, or maybe even horrified, the ten-year-old just smiled, said, "Oooo!" and began to lightly stroke Jim's tool. After a while, he added, in mock sadness, "Cousin Jimmy, it's crying." I got up to get a better look and saw that Jim's dick was leaking pre-orgasm fluid.

"Then why don't you make it happy, like you done before?"

Eddie looked up at Jim, glanced over at me, then looked back at Jim. "It's okay if I make it happy in front of Cousin Tommy?"

Jim looked over at me again and smiled. "Sure. Cousin Tommy won't mind. He wants to see how you make it happy so he can learn how to do it. Right, Cuz?" I smiled back and nodded. "See? So go ahead."

Without the slightest hesitation, Eddie leaned forward, held on to Jim's ass cheeks and impaled his mouth on Jim's hard-on, not stopping until the fourteen-year-old's balls were pressing against his chin.

"Damn!" I sighed, so turned on that I immediately fished out and began stroking my own dick.

"Now watch this," Jim said to me, and after quickly pulling off his tee shirt and tossing it to me, he grabbed the back of Eddie's head and started pumping his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of the boy's mouth.

"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!" Eddie responded every time Jim slammed his schlong down his throat, his fat balls bouncing off the ten-year-old's chin. But instead of pulling back, the boy seemed to be holding on all the tighter to Jim's ass, almost inviting him to continue fucking him hard in the mouth. I was amazed at the ability of the little fourth grader, who was small for his age, to take Jim's turgid organ so easily.

Jim had told me earlier that he hadn't ejaculated all day, so I figured he must have been pretty pent up and probably wouldn't last very long. I was right. Within minutes, his orgasm was upon him. After jamming his joint in Eddie's mouth for only a little while longer, Jim's whole body stiffened and he pulled hard on the boy's head, plunging his pole down the ten-year-old's throat while burying his face in his sweaty crotch.

"Fuck!" Jim groaned, grimacing as he tried desperately to hold his voice down. "Take it, you little pussy! Drink my fuckin' come!"

Getting in as close to the action as I could, I watched Eddie's little adam's apple move up and down several times as he swallowed the sperm being spurted down his esophagus. Having been on the receiving end of Jim's spewing cock, I knew just how humongous a load the ten-year-old was being forced to swallow. But, much to my amazement, he didn't even cough; he just made some loud gurglng noises as he gulped down his older cousin's semen. Satisfied that Eddie had swallowed all his come, Jim snatched his dick out of the boy's mouth. As Eddie sat there licking his lips, Jim stared at him with a strange expression. He then turned around and bent over, putting his butt right in the ten-year-old's face. Almost instinctively, the boy leaned forward, pressing his face in Jim's ass crack while holding on to his thighs. I surmised that Jim wanted Eddie to lick his asshole, but the boy seemed to be just passively sitting there. Seconds later I was stunned to hear a muffled "blatt!" followed by a long, low "brrrrrppp!" as Jim farted in Eddie's face. Afterwards he reached back with both hands, grabbed the boy's head, and forced his face hard between his ass cheeks.

"Yeah!" Jim said, again trying not to be too loud. "Smell my poont, bitch!"

"Nnnngghh!" the boy responded, this time appearing to struggle to get away from the offensive odor, but not really making much of an effort. When Jim wiggled his smelly ass in the boy's face, it was all I could take.

"Shit!" I moaned, also trying to hold my voice down. "I'm coming!"

Jim released Eddie's head just in time for me to spurt my load in the boy's frowning face. By the time Jim turned around to watch, and with the foul odor of his fart now wafting into my nostrils, I was firing out a second stream of sperm, which splattered over Eddie's forehead, eyelid, and cheek.

"Yeah, Cuz!" Jim urged, "Shoot that fuckin' shit right in his bitch face!"

It was as if my dick itself heard Jim's words, for it quickly spat out a third sticky rope of come, this one slopping onto the ten-year-old's nose, lips and chin. I then grabbed the back of Eddie's head, pushed my cock between his lips, and pumped the remainder of my semen the same place Jim had unloaded his.

"Oh, yeah," I sighed. "Suck the rest of that come outta me."

"And swallow it too, bitch," Jim added. "Just like you did mine."

With his eyes closed, and now holding on to my ass cheeks as well, Eddie dutifully followed Jim's instructions and slurped down my sperm. I then felt his tongue flicking around the entire head of my dick as he tried to lick off the last few drops of fuck juice. A couple of minutes later he pulled his mouth off me with a soft pop and burped loudly.

"Where's your manners, boy?" Jim said. "Say 'scuse me!"

"'Scuse me," Eddie said, smiling; then he asked, "Cousin Jimmy?"

"What?"

"Can you do me like you did before? 'Cause it's real hard and it's startin' to hurt."

I quickly realized that in return for the boy's servicing Jim, Jim had been jacking him off, so before Jim could answer, I asked Eddie, "Do you mind if I do it?"

"Sure, Cousin Tommy," said Eddie, again smiling. Getting up, he whisked off his pajamas and was soon standing there stark naked. I found myself staring at his erection, which, at about four inches long, was a pretty good size for his age. I had never seen a ten-year-old's hard-on before, at least not since I myself was that age, and I was eager to see how it tasted. But first I told him to turn around. When he did, I checked out his ass. While it wasn't very large, it was firm and had a great shape to it, proudly poking out like a miniature version of Jim's ass. I then had him bend over, and when I spread his cheeks apart, I was surprised to see that his anus was a lot bigger than I thought it would be. But then I figured this was simply an illusion; it probably just appeared to be bigger because his ass was so small.

"Now, correct me if I'm wrong, little cousin, but I think your Cousin Jimmy jacks you off." I looked over at Jim. "Right, Cousin Jimmy?"

"Right," said Jim.

"Well, little cousin, I'm gonna get you off a little different, okay?" When Eddie nodded, I stripped off my clothes and lay back on Jim's bed. "Okay, come on up here and put your stiffy in my mouth."

The boy's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Yep," and I formed my lips into a tight "O."

When Eddie saw this, he scrambled up on the bed and wasted no time poking his pecker right in my mouth. I grabbed onto his round little ass, and the boy immediately began to hump my face.

"That's right, boy!" Jim hissed out, watching closely while pulling on his reawakening dick. "Fuck your Cousin Tommy! Fuck him right in his New York mouth!"

Eddie must have been listening, because within seconds he was pistoning his peter into my mouth like a pro. I closed my eyes and moaned in rapture, not only from the delicious feeling of his smooth, hard phallus repeatedly penetrating my lips but the overall sensation--the youthful aroma of his hairless crotch, the raspy sound of his short breathing, the insistent rocking of his hips, and the steady bumping of his pre-teen balls against my chin. All of these merged together with the reality that I was helping to corrupt my own ten-year-old first cousin to make me horny all over again, so horny that, even though I had come only minutes ago, I could already feel my dick beginning to re-harden.

After a few more minutes of mouth-fucking me, Eddie began to groan. Knowing his orgasm was right around the corner, I held on even tighter to his bucking ass, as the boy sped up the pace of his strokes. Suddenly he grunted, thrusting his pecker as far in my mouth as he could, and jerked as if an electric shock had hit his body. Every muscle seemed to tighten up and he began to shiver as if he were freezing.

"Oooooooo!" Eddie moaned, and I could feel the ten-year-old's tool throbbing in my mouth as he squirted a surprisingly large load of semen down my throat.

"Mmmmmmmm!" I moaned in gratitude as I swallowed the fresh boy-come.

At this point Jim couldn't take being a spectator anymore, and just as I was settling in to sucking off my little cousin a second time, I suddenly felt him being lifted off me and tossed like a rag doll to the side of the bed. I turned my head just in time to see Jim almost frantically spreading Eddie's buns apart then spitting several times in his asshole. After dipping his finger inside the moistened hole to make sure it was wet enough, he mounted the boy, grasped his super-erect boner, pressed the knob against the boy's anus, and pushed.

I managed to clasp my hand over Eddie's mouth just in time to keep what would have been a shriek from waking up everyone in the house. Even muffled, the sound he emitted was pretty loud, as he tried to deal with the pain of Jim's rock-hard prong being rammed up his rectum. Surprisingly, though, Jim had no trouble stuffing all six inches in the boy's poop chute; and after the initial scream, Eddie quickly calmed down enough for me to remove my hand. That's when I began to think that maybe it was not simply because the boy's ass was so small that his asshole looked so big.

"Ungh!" Jim grunted, as he rearranged his and Eddie's positions to shove another quarter inch of dick up inside the boy. "Yeah, take it in that boonkie! Show Cousin Tommy what a little pussy you are!"

I gazed mesmerized at my two cousins. I just couldn't believe that Jim had actually stuck his rather sizable tool up the ten-year-old's ass. I got behind them and crouched down to get a better look. After just staring at the fourteen-year-old's magnificent ass for several seconds, I urged him to spread his legs. When he did I saw his balls resting on top of Eddie's, but I couldn't see his dick at all; it was completely buried in the yougster's anus.

"Damn!" I said, tugging at my erection.

Jim turned his head to look back at me. "Hey, look up my butt hole for a minute."

As soon as I spread his muscular buns apart and went to peer inside, Jim farted in my face, his oniony expulsion taking several seconds to sputter out.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned, and without even thinking I moved forward, pushed my nose into the source of the offensive odor, and sniffed as hard as I could, filling my lungs with my foxy cousin's ass gas.

"Yeah, smell that fuckin' poont," Jim said. "Don't it smell good?"

"Nn-hn," I responded, and as I continued to inhale his stink, I was hoping that Jim would soon have to do more than just fart.

"What's goin' on back there?" Eddie suddenly asked, probably wondering why Jim wasn't already banging his booty.

"Nothin'. I poonted in Cousin Tommy's face, and I'm just waitin' for him to finish smellin' it."

"I didn't know Cousin Tommy liked smellin' poonts!" the boy said enthusiastically, apparently excited to have connected with a fellow pervert.

"Yeah, there's a lot of things Cousin Tommy likes to do," Jim said quietly, and had I been looking at him, I know I would have seen a smirk on his face.

"But mostly," he continued in a louder voice, "Cousin Tommy likes to watch little knot-head boys get fucked up the butt."

"I ain't no knot-head!" the boy protested.

"Okay, okay. I meant to say little poont-smelling boys."

This time there was no protest, and as I flicked my tongue in Jim's fetid asshole, I smiled at the notion that Eddie had gotten upset at being called a "knot-head" but was fine with being called a "bitch," a "pussy," and a "poont smeller." I guess those latter terms made him feel more mature. Whatever the case, the only other thing I heard from the boy after that was an almost inaudible groan as Jim began to withdraw his dick from the hot confines of the ten-year-old's turd-maker. I moved back and watched in fascination as Jim's six-inch pole emerged from Eddie's anus. When all but the mushroom head was out, he pushed it right back inside, again packing the narrow sheath full and causing Eddie to grunt. Then he pulled it out again and, as I got closer, I got a whiff of something and noticed that his shaft was streaked with light-brown shit. After a few more strokes, Eddie's shit and Jim's pre-orgasm juice had mixed together enough to allow Jim's cock to slide rather easily in and out of the little pre-teen's poop chute, and he began to fuck the boy with a steady rhythm.

"Oh, yeah," Jim sighed. "This boonkie is so fuckin' good! This the best fuckin' boonkie I ever fucked!"

I wondered how Eddie was taking all this, so I crawled around in front of them to see his face. His head was turned to the side, his cheek pressing against the sheet, and his features were twisted into a weird expression, like a confused semi-frown, as if he couldn't decide whether he liked or hated what Jim was doing to him.

Meanwhile, Jim continued to hump away at the boy, his sinewy frame bouncing up and down on Eddie's trapped body as he rammed his rod into the ten-year-old's rectum. Jim was obviously way past caring what the boy was feeling, because by now he had picked up a head of steam and was doing some heavy-duty fucking. It was so heavy-duty, in fact, that I wished he'd hurry up and finish, since I was afraid the continuous creaking of the bedsprings, along with the clunking of the headboard against the wall, would awaken the grown-ups. At the same time, though, this private kiddy-porn action was making me so horny that I wished it would go on forever. As I gazed at Jim's strained, contorted face, though, I knew he'd be able to keep things up for only a little while longer.

Sure enough, about ten minutes later, as the sweating fourteen-year-old's strokes got so hard and fast that it sounded like he was spanking Eddie's behind, he suddenly stopped and grimaced. Groaning, Jim planted his pole one last time up Eddie's ass then lay quivering on top of him, as an orgasm washed over him like a wave.

"Fuck! I'm comin'!" Jim said, pressing his face into the pillow to muffle his scream.

"Ow, Cousin Jimmy!" Eddie complained, mashed, as he was, between Jim and the mattress. "You hurtin' me!"

Jim lifted his head. "Shut up and take it, you little bitch!" he panted huskily into Eddie's ear. "Swallow my fuckin' come with that pussy asshole!"

Hearing this, the ten-year-old kept quiet as Jim's lean body continued to vibrate on top of him, his balls pulsating as he spurted stream after sticky stream of sperm into the boy's shithole. Only after several minutes did Jim finally manage to completely unload his semen into Eddie, after which he pulled himself off the boy, rolling over onto his back.

"Goddamn!" he panted. "I feel like I shot both my fuckin' nuts up your ass, boy!" When Eddie didn't respond, Jim sat up and looked at his still prone figure to see if he was okay. He gave the boy a light slap on the butt, which made Eddie turn onto his side and peer up at him with a "Why-did-you-do-that-to-me?" look of annoyance on his face.

"So how you feel?" Jim asked.

"Like I have to poo," Eddie said, reaching behind himself to rub at his anus.

"Oh, yeah?" Jim asked, glancing at me and smiling.

The boy just nodded.

"Well, if you do, don't go to the bathroom," Jim said. "Go right here."

Eddie frowned in confusion. "Where? On your bed?"

"No, butthole, in Cousin Tommy's mouth."

I had to stop myself from laughing out loud when I saw Eddie's jaw drop. He seemed to be absolutely stunned, as he turned and just stared at me.

"Cousin Tommy," he proceeded hesitantly, "you like to eat...poo?"

"Well, not everybody's," I said, still smiling at the boy's reaction. "Just certain special people's." Jim and I exchanged a knowing glance.

Again he hesitated then asked, "Am I a special peo--I mean, person?"

This time I chuckled before saying, "Of course you are, Eddie. That's why I sucked your stiffy. So if you have to poo, come over here and squat right over my face." I immediately lay down face up and opened my mouth.

The ten-year-old continued to stare at me with that look of astonishment on his cute face before glancing at Jim, I guess to confirm what I'd told him to do. When Jim nodded and directed the boy with his head, Eddie promptly crawled over and, facing my feet, hunkered down over my head, his anus hovering directly over my mouth. As I gazed up at his small ass cheeks with that big puckered hole in the middle, I caught Jim's face out of the corner of my eye. He had crouched down close to get a good view of the operation, and he seemed eager for it to start.

"You ready?" Eddie asked, turning his head to glance down at me.

"Yeah," I said. "And don't hold back. Just pretend you're sittin' on the toilet."

"Okay, but it might be a lot. I hope it ain't too much for you."

"Don't worry, boy," said Jim. "He can handle it."

With that reassurance from Jim, Eddie turned his head back, and as I gently placed my palms over his buns, I could feel his little body alternately tensing up and relaxing as he focused on doing his business. After winking at me several times, his asshole gaped open and a big wet fart blew out of it, followed by a big white glob of Jim's sperm, which oozed out and dripped directly on my tongue.

"Fuck!" Jim responded. "He's shittin' my come right in your fuckin' mouth! Eat it, Tommy; I wanna see you eat my come outta his fuckin' ass!"

I obediently followed my cousin's command, quickly swallowing his semen then immediately opening my mouth again to catch the next sticky dollop making its way out of Eddie's anus. This one had a brownish tinge to it, and each of the next two loads was browner still, but I eagerly swallowed these slimy little appetizers while waiting for the appearance of the main dish.

I didn't have to wait long. About five seconds later, the ten-year-old's asshole blossomed open and a thick, semisoft light-brown turd began to push out. Its pungent odor curled up into my nostrils as it inched closer and closer to my open mouth.

"Yeah, shit in his mouth, boy!" Jim whispered loudly, trying, in his excitement, not to raise his voice too much. "Make him eat your nasty fuckin' turd!"

Had Jim not been there, I'd have lifted my head and sealed my lips over the pre-teen's shitting bomb hole. But I wanted Jim to watch me eating our little cousin's load, so I allowed that entire first thick foot-long rope of turd to drop into my mouth then hurriedly chewed it up and choked it down before the boy's pooper could serve me the second course. This wasn't easy to do. A big country breakfast along with dinner and supper, all making its way out of the nether end of a boy's alimentary canal, was a lot to manage, even though that boy was only a perky little ten-year-old. But my overwhelming need to show Eddie and remind Jim just how much of a scat freak I was helped me to overcome whatever physical difficulties I was having, and I eventually coordinated the boy's shitting with my eating, gulping down every last bit of his "poo." When I noticed that Eddie was flexing his anus but that nothing more was coming out, I moved my hands from the boy's ass cheeks to the tops of his small thighs and urged him to sit right down on my face. When he did, I piggishly dove into his messy asshole with my lips and tongue, loudly sucking and snorting.

"Lick that shitty ass!" Jim said, egging me on. "Lick it clean!"

Once more I followed Jim's instructions, cleaning the ten-year-old's poop chute as thoroughly as I could. I also took one hand off the boy's leg, reached down, and grabbed my prong. While Eddie didn't say anything, I was sure he was watching me stroke it. But as much as I wanted to put on an extended show for our young protege, I knew that I was close to an orgasm and that it would soon engulf me. Sure enough, after only a couple of minutes, I could no longer hold out and, giving myself a few more hard tugs, I jerked then stiffened, driving my tongue as far up the boy's ass as I could.

"Ohhhh!" I cried out, my utterance muffled by the ass planted so solidly on my face, and I promptly shot my load, spraying sperm all over my stomach and chest and probably on Eddie as well.

"Ooo, look, Cousin Jimmy," Eddie said excitedly, "Cousin Tommy's 'jaculatin'!"

I felt the ten-year-old lean over and put his hand on top of mine, as if to help me out, as gism continued to spurt out of my wang. Finally I had blown my wad, and now I felt Eddie's small fingers roaming across my torso, smearing the come all over me, apparently fascinated by the feel of it.

Meanwhile, underneath, I had just about finished cleaning Eddie's asshole. I was about to lift the boy off my face and let him look at my shit-smeared tongue, but before I could do any of this, Jim pushed him out of the way, kneeled over my head and began to urinate in my mouth.

"Drink my piss, you fuckin' pervert!" he said gruffly.

His heavy yellow stream was filling my mouth so fast that I had to swallow rapidly to keep up with the flow. But just like I was able to gobble up Eddie's whole bowel movement, I was also able to slurp down Jim's full bladder of piss, even urging him to place the head of his shit-stained cock between my lips, so I could suck the last drops of urine out of it, as well as lick it clean of Eddie's feces. Just this little bit of direct stimulation was enough to make the young teenager hard again, and before I knew it, he was driving his six-inch dong down my throat and firing off a fresh load of come to join the soiled load I'd eaten out of Eddie's asshole.

Through it all, Eddie just gazed wide-eyed, ooing and ahing, obviously amazed that there was someone in the family who was even nastier than he was.

When Jim was done with me, he again rolled over onto his back, but this time, less than five minutes later, he drifted off to sleep. I told Eddie to put his pajamas back on. As soon as he did, I had him get into the bed with Jim and I spread the sheet and blanket over them to hide Jim's nakedness in case his mother checked in on us the next morning. I then put my boxers and tee shirt back on, lay down on the cot and, reaching over, turned the lamp off.

Even though I felt tired, my mind was far too hyper for me to sleep, so I just lay there staring at the ceiling before finally turning to my side and looking at Jim and Eddie. The ten-year-old was now also sleeping soundly, and as I stared at him, I told myself how his being in the room with me and Jim hadn't turned out to be such a problem after all. Indeed, now I was thrilled about the arrangements, because I was eager to see what new perversions we could come up with over the next two weeks.

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