My Girlfriend's Little Brother

My Girlfriend's Little Brother (m/b, reluc, anal, oral, ws, scat) by Coproman

There comes a point in every bad relationship where you know that you should just cut your losses and get out. But there's that one thing--usually the sex--that keeps you coming right back to that toxic situation until it's too late, and you wind up having to recover from an emotional kick in the nuts before things finally end forever. Yeah, I'm talking about myself. But I had to hand it to Madison. The way she kicked me in the nuts was absolutely brilliant.

First, though, a bit of background: At the time all this happened I was 18 and away at college. Having had a strict upbringing--both my mom and my dad are preachers at a Baptist church in Harlem--I was looking to get as far away from home as possible. But my parents wouldn't allow me to apply to just any school. They'd heard too much about the endless parties and binge drinking that go on at a lot of colleges, so they wanted me somewhere "safe," which was how I ended up at Pepperdine University, a Christian school in Malibu, California.

Despite the Victorian dorm rules, Wednesday morning chapel, and all the other Let's-Keep-These-Kids-from-Fucking-Before-Marriage regulations that existed at Pepperdine, I felt a great deal of freedom simply in being away from home and free of my parents' restrictions for the first time in my life. What's more, I discovered that I wasn't the only student there who was more interested in the heathen than the heavenly. In fact, there were a bunch of us whose folks wanted us to experience the Christian tradition while we wanted to experience something more secular, and somehow we managed to find each other and find a way to fuck.

I admit I went a little "hog wild" with the sex. Okay, more than a little. I tried to fuck everything on campus that wore a skirt, and since I was on the basketball team, the cheerleaders were the first skirts I went after. Surprisingly, very few of them had a problem reconciling "fornication" with their Christian values; and those who did seemed to have no problem engaging in anal and oral sex as a clever way around their need to "save" themselves for marriage.

The only thing Madison had a problem with was someone beating around the bush about screwing. A freshman cheerleader, she was a blue-eyed blonde knockout who had a habit of making even the super-religious guys drool whenever she kicked up her legs or did a cartwheel. We connected because she too was from New York and trying to escape her parents' influence, a big part of which was to steer her away from what they called "negative elements." Translation: Horny black guys like me. That's how she ended up at Pepperdine, where the only guys she was likely to run into were nice, wholesome young men who wouldn't dream of engaging in premarital sex.

But once she was away from home, Madison discovered how much she liked fucking horny black guys like me, which is how she ended up in our not-so-Christian group and mounting more stallions than a jockey. Doing this was easier for her than it was for the rest of us because her parents had rented her a house right on the beach, so she was freed from dorm restrictions. And, in fact, her pad became a favorite hangout spot for what came to be called "the Demon Group."

Anyway, Madison wasn't just gorgeous, she was a GREAT fuck, and she felt the same way about me, which was how we ended up in an exclusive relationship. And I was fine with that...for a while. After a few of months, though, I got bored fucking the same pussy every night, and my roving eye was back. The problem was that damn near everyone in the Demon Group either knew or knew of each other, so it was hard to be discreet about my extracurricular coitus, and it wasn't long before Madison found out about it. When she confronted me I, of course, denied it, since I had an insatiable appetite for sex and didn't want to lose my primary pussy.

But problem #2 was that, inside or outside the Demon Group, all girls talk, and when I accidentally propositioned one who talked to Madison, the shit hit the fan and she ended the relationship. And I was fine with that...for a while. After a few months, though, I got bored fucking a different pussy every night, and I began to miss the familiarity of fucking Madison. We had gotten so used to each other that our bodies went on automatic pilot, and fucking was easy. Without her I had to adjust to every new girl I slept with, a lot of whom weren't into the wild shit that Madison and I did. On top of that, whenever I was on the basketball court, I was getting these murderous stares, not only from Madison but from half the cheer squad.

So, desperate, I BEGGED Madison to take me back, telling her that I had sowed my last wild oats and promising to be faithful for as long as we were together. It took some doing, but she finally agreed and we were officially a couple again, sealing our renewed deal with a long, wet kiss. But sealing the deal in bed would have to wait because she, along with all the rest of the squad, was on her period. Since I knew how she preferred not to fuck while she was bleeding, I understood and agreed to wait.

Unfortunately a certain part of me has never been as understanding or as patient as others. So two days later, when a cute redheaded freshman came up to me in the student center, told me she'd been at the last basketball game, and said how "very very much" she liked watching me play, Dick Dastardly told me to inform her that she could do a lot more than WATCH me play; she could play WITH me if she just followed me to my dorm room. An hour later, the super-sized load that I'd been saving for Madison was dribbling out of the redhead's asshole. Yeah, she was a fantastic fuck, but Dick had forgotten all about the aforementioned Problem #2, and when my phone rang and I picked it up to hear Madison screaming at me how she knew all about me and "that redheaded slut," I began to wonder if there was some Big Sister network of females out there conspiring against me.

So again I BEGGED Madison to take me back, explaining that I had simply had a slip, like an alcoholic, but that I was securely back on the wagon again and that I would never, never, never cheat on her again. Well, it took even more doing this time, but after a solid week of phone calls, flowers, Candygrams, and, most of all, celibacy, I was finally forgiven...on one condition: I had to complete my penance by taking her out to dinner on Friday night. Of course I readily agreed to this, mostly because my balls were as blue as could be and SCREAMING for some sweet release inside her hot cunt.

It took a fucking eternity, but Friday finally rolled around, and at sunset I drove over to Madison's beach house, making it there in record time. After ringing the doorbell, I was ready to jump into her arms and jump her bones even before we went out, knowing that she had told everyone in the Demon Group how her house was off limits for the entire weekend. But when the door opened, a kid who looked to be about ten years old, with long blond hair and big blue eyes, was standing where my girlfriend should have been.

"Uhh...is Madison here?"

"No. Are you Cordell?"

"Yeah," I said. "So what's up? Where is she?"

"She went out. But she said you were gonna be here to stay with me till she got back."

For a moment I was speechless; then I just smiled and shook my head. The bitch had played me like a fucking fiddle. Being that it was Friday night, she knew damn well that none of our mutual friends would be available for babysitting duty. She also knew that I wouldn't invite just anybody into her home to stay with this kid. But most of all, she knew that no matter how angry I was, my Good Christian 101 training would never allow me to put the kid in possible danger by just turning around and going back home. To sum up, she knew I would be stuck here until she came back. Like I said, brilliant.

"So you comin' in, or what?" the kid asked me.

Steaming, I dragged myself inside and just stood there as the kid locked the door. Afterwards the kid came and stood right in front of me.

"I'm Chaz," he said, and it was only then that I realized that the kid was a boy. And as I looked more closely at him, I also realized that he resembled Madison.

"So who are you, kid, her little brother?"

"Yeah, and don't call me kid. I told you--my name is CHAZ."

"Okay, CHAZ. So where'd she go, anyway?"

"I don't know. Some dude picked her up about an hour ago."

Shit! So she wasn't just out; she was actually out on a fucking DATE! And knowing her, she'd probably fuck the guy's brains out then stay out all fucking night just to rub it in my face. Instantly I got about ten times more pissed off and began to think of ways I could get back at her. I didn't just want to get EVEN; I wanted to get AHEAD, and I wanted her to choke on that payback for a while. It didn't take me long to come up with the one thing that she could never top and would never get over. Yeah, she'd probably hate me for the rest of her life, but she would hate herself even more for creating the conditions that led to it. The only question was whether I had the balls to actually do it. But the more I thought about how she'd stranded me here while she was out having fun, the angrier I got, and the more I wanted to do it. Within seconds I had buried my charitable reason for staying with Chaz and replaced it with a selfish, evil twin.

Smiling, I put my hand on the boy's shoulder. "So tell me, Chaz--how old are you?"

"Eleven. Why?" he asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

"Oh, I just wanted to make sure you were old enough."

"Old enough for what?"

"To take your sister's place."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, since she's not here, YOU'RE gonna be my date for tonight."

"But I'm not a girl."

"Doesn't matter. You have two of the same three holes girls have, and that's good enough for me."

It took a couple of seconds for it to sink in to Chaz's young brain what I'd said and what it meant, and the look of terror that suddenly appeared on his face, blanching it paler than it already was, made me smile. I knew that in the next second or so he would start screaming for help and probably try to run out of the house, so before he could make a move, I grabbed him in a headlock and clapped my hand over his mouth. He tried to fight me off, flailing his arms and kicking at me as I scooped him up and carried him down the hall. But his four-foot-six was no match for my six-foot-four, so it didn't take much to bring him into his Madison's room, throw him face-up on her bed, and jump on top of him.

Now the boy's face was flushed as red as his sister's after a hard fuck, as he continued to twist and squirm under me, but he was quickly running out of steam. So I sat on his chest--pinning both of his wrists to the mattress with one hand while keeping the other hand pressed hard over his mouth--and waited. And there we stayed until he eventually wore himself out, upon which I gazed into his big blue eyes and gave him my little speech:

"Okay, kid, we can do this the hard way or the easy way. Either you keep fighting me, and I tie you up, slap a piece of duct tape on your mouth, and fuck you, OR you stop fighting me, and I let you go, give you whatever money I have in my wallet, and fuck you. So which is it gonna be?"

At first he just glared at me, still trying to scream through my hand, but his body soon went limp. Then there was another little surge of resistance, but again his body went limp, this time even sooner. These surges continued until the last ounces of his energy had seeped away and he had nothing left to resist with, upon which I looked at him again and raised my eyebrows.

"Well?"

When he rolled his eyes, I slowly pulled my hand off his mouth while preparing to put it right back should he try to yell again.

"The second one," he muttered.

"Yeah, I thought so," I said, lifting myself off his chest but staying on top of him.

A couple of seconds later, though, he added, "But only if..."

"Only if what?"

He hesitated again, studying my face. "...how much money you got?"

I snickered, shaking my head. "Anybody ever tell you what a mercenary little fuck you are?"

"What?"

"Never mind. Hold on." Lifting up, I reached in my back pocket and pulled out my billfold. Holding it right in front of him, I opened it up and counted out the money. Okay, that's one, two, three twenties, a ten, and a five--75 bucks."

The boy looked up at me suspiciously. "You gonna give me all THAT if I let you do me?"

"Well, I WAS gonna spend it on your sister, but since you're giving me the booty instead of her, yeah, you get to have it instead." The boy grabbed for the bills, but I held them just out of his reach. "Ahn, ahn, ahn--no booty, no money."

He sucked his teeth. "Okay. But before we do it, I gotta go to the bathroom."

"Why?"

"'Cause if I don't, there won't be enough room back there for you to get your thing in me."

My heartbeat shot up. "So you mean you gotta take a shit?"

"Yep." He gave me an evil grin. "You SURE you wanna put it in my butt after I finish doin' THAT?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. Matter of fact, I'll give you another 20 if you let me watch you go."

"No way!" said Chaz, and his face began to redden again at the very suggestion. But it didn't take long for the little capitalist bastard to move past his knee-jerk reaction and think about my proposal. "Wait. You mean, you'll give me another 20 dollars on top of the 75 just to watch me take a crap?"

"That's what I said."

"But I thought 75 dollars was all you had."

"No, I said it was everything in my WALLET. I always carry an extra 20 in my shoe."

"Lemme see it."

I slowly sat back, lifting completely off the boy, and sat down on the side of the bed. This gave him an opportunity to jump off the bed, dash past me, and either run out of the house or into his room, where he could grab the phone and call his sister...or 911. I then bent over and untied my shoe, giving him an even better opportunity to get away. But somehow I knew I wasn't taking much of a risk. I was counting on Chaz's greed to keep him from running out on me, so I made no move to block his escape route as I casually slipped my shoe off. As I expected, he didn't budge.

"There. See?" I said, holding the shoe up for his inspection.

Glancing at the flattened twenty-dollar bill inside, the eleven-year-old squinched up his face. "What makes you think I want some smelly ol' toejam money like that?"

I chuckled. "'Cause you know damn well that smelly ol' toejam money spends just as good as brand new bills. So how about it?"

Chaz stared hard at me, his face still squinched up. "But I don't get it. Why you wanna watch me take a crap? What are you, a pervert?"

"Something like that," I said. "Hey, what can I tell you? I had a fucked-up childhood, so I get off on weird things."

"That's for sure." A tiny smile broke through his face. "So you ever watch my sister take a crap?"

"Sure," I lied, "lots of times. It's part of our thing. That's why I want to do it with you, since you're taking her place."

The truth was that I had approached Madison several times about letting me watch her go, but as wild as she was in bed she always refused, saying how the idea of someone watching her move her bowels was "creepy." But I sensed a rivalry between brother and sister--or at least a rivalry FROM brother TOWARDS sister--so I wanted Chaz to wrap his competitive little mind around the notion that he would be trespassing on his big sister's territory.

"Okay," he said, breaking my momentary trance. "I'll do it for the extra 20, as long as you don't get all weird on me."

"What do you mean by 'all weird'?"

"You know...like tryin' to put it on me."

"Nah, I'm not into that," I said. "But sometimes..."

"'Sometimes' what?"

For a hot second I thought about backing off, because I was about to take things to a level I'd never attempted to reach before. But since I had gotten to "scat first base" so easily with Chaz, I figured I might as well see if I could bring it home and explore with him a fantasy that I'd always wanted to realize with Madison and other girls but never had the balls to approach them with.

"Well," I continued, "sometimes your sister gets kinda weird on ME."

"How so?"

"Well, for example, sometimes when she has to take a shit, instead of sitting on the toilet, she'll sit on ME."

"No way!" Chaz said, his mouth and eyes open wide in surprise; but then, just as quickly, his startled expression was replaced by one of confusion. "So you mean you, like, sit on the toilet and she, like, sits in your lap and goes between your legs?"

"No, chief, you don't get it," I said, smiling at him as I shook my head. "When she goes, I AM the toilet."

Now there wasn't even a "No way!" from the eleven-year-old, just a look of total shock, as if every image he'd ever had of who his sister was had suddenly been blown to bits. It took him a moment to recover, upon which he said, in almost a whisper, "Fuck, I didn't know she was into shit like that."

I was pleased that the bogus info had prompted the profanity that I suspected was part of Chaz's vocabulary but until now he had avoided using. I was also pleased to see a tiny smile back on his face. It meant that the wheels in his head were turning and that curiosity was replacing his shock.

"So when she shits on you, like, WHERE on you does she go?" the boy asked.

Staring at him I deliberately hesitated then looked down, as if I were too embarrassed to answer. "Well, I don't know if I should tell you, 'cause you might think even worse of us."

"No, I won't!" he quickly said. "I just wanna know so when we do it, I can, like, do the same thing she does--I mean, if you want me to."

"Well, yeah, I DO want you to do the same thing. But it's really nasty, so you might not want to."

"No, I'll do it. I promise. Just tell me."

Gotcha! I said to myself as I slowly raised my gaze until it was fixed on Chaz's face again. "Well, since I'm supposed to be her toilet, she usually wants me to...umm...flush after she finishes, and the only way I can do that is if she--"

"NO WAY!" Chaz yelled before I could get the words out, his blue eyes again bulging open and his mouth once more agape. Then, squinching his face up into a serious frown, he whispered, "You mean, she, like, shits in your MOUTH?"

"Yep."

"And you EAT it?"

I just sighed deeply and nodded.

"Shit, you really ARE a fuckin' pervert," he concluded. "And she's just as bad as you."

I paused, enjoying the look of total disgust in the boy's face, then said, "Well, now that you know what I want, if you don't want to do it, I'll understand." But I already knew better.

"No, I'll still do it, if that's REALLY what you want," Chaz said; then there was a long pause before, still frowning and staring at me, he asked, "So when we do it, are you gonna, like, 'flush' mine too?"

Instead of answering, I decided to toss the ball back to him. "Do you WANT me to?"

Chaz just kept staring at me, but his frown was lifting, morphing right back into the evil grin I'd seen before, so I wasn't surprised when he gave me a quick but definite nod. After all, here was his sister's big black boyfriend who wanted him to shit in his mouth and was offering to eat it. What red-blooded tween boy WOULDN'T say yes?!

"But when we do it, you better not get sick on me or nothin'," Chaz cautioned. 'Cause I ain't about explainin' what happened to no fuckin' paramedics."

I snickered. "Don't worry. I haven't gotten sick yet eating your sister's, so I doubt I'll get sick eating yours."

My remark caused his nose to wrinkle, but I could tell that his resolve to give me what I wanted hadn't wavered, so I decided to forge ahead by standing up, winking at him, and walking out of the room. As I entered the bathroom and turned on the light, I realized that I had given Chaz the best opportunity yet to flee the scene or call for help. But again I wasn't surprised when, a few several seconds, he poked his semi-smiling / semi-frowning face in the doorway and crept inside.

At first we just stood there, as though sizing each other up, then Chaz asked, "So...like...how do you want to do it?"

"Well, me and your sister usually just take off all our clothes and do in the bathtub. That way nothing accidentally gets wet or stained, you know?"

When he nodded, a voice in my head said, Yeah, Cordell, and that's also the way you get to ogle every blessed inch of his cute little white-boy body!

The thought was disturbing. Up till now I had convinced myself that my actions were based solely on a combination of vengeance and a kind of raw scat lust not specific to any particular gender. But now I had to admit to myself that I was physically attracted to Chaz, that his blond hair, blue eyes, and slight figure were turning me on so much that I wanted to eat his shit and have sex with him, and this realization dredged up questions about my sexuality that I thought I had buried. No, I didn't suddenly think I was gay. I liked women WAY too much, and my basketball teammates did absolutely nothing to float my boat. But for some reason I've always been attracted to kids, both girls and boys. Of course I never told my parents about it, but I spent a lot of time praying for God to remove the urge. When He didn't, I decided to try to ignore it and focus on teenaged girls. If I fucked enough of them, I told myself, that pedo part of me would surely disappear.

And it did disappear...for a while...up till today. Now I was so stoked to see Chaz's naked young body that my dick was already at its full nine-inch length and straining against my underwear. This time, however, I didn't let the idea that I was hot for a little white boy bother me. I simply thought of it as a temporary indulgence that my vengeful girlfriend was wholly responsible for. And judging by the little tent in the crotch of Chaz's jeans, I wasn't the only one indulging myself, for he seemed to be just as stoked to check out my muscular black body, if for no other reason than to see how much dick his virgin asshole was going to have to negotiate.

So we both slowly stripped, keeping a close eye on one another. When he was down to his briefs and me to my boxers, we both paused, waiting for the other to make the first move. Then, as if on cue, we both turned our backs to one another, pushed our underwear down, and turned to face each other again.

Seeing Chaz in his birthday suit almost made me come. He was pale from head to toe with no scars or blemishes marring his smooth white skin; in fact, the only real color on him came via his blue eyes, his pink lips and nipples and some redness on his wrists and ribcage, where I'd held him down. Even though he was going through puberty, he had yet to grow a single hair anywhere other than on his head. But, of course, my focus was on his prick, which, sticking straight out, was about the length and girth of my middle finger, and his ball sac was about the size of a small apricot--a delicious-looking little package that I was looking forward to tasting. But within seconds that cute white weiner began to wilt, and that wide-eyed look of terror returned to Chaz's face as he stared at my dick.

"Holy shit!" he finally said, snapping out of his momentary trance; then, white as a ghost, the boy began shaking his head. "Unh, unh--no way!"

"What's the matter?"

"No way you're puttin' that big fuckin' cock in my ass! I don't care HOW much you pay me! You'll fuckin' KILL me with that thing!"

"No, I won't."

"Yes, you WILL, too! And I ain't about explainin' to no fuckin' paramedics how my asshole got all busted up, neither!"

So there we were, in a Mexican standoff, and it seemed that my fantasies of eating a hot load of boy-shit and fucking a nice tight boy-ass were going straight down the toilet. Sure, I could've forced the issue, but I was actually beginning to like Chaz, and the idea of raping his little white ass just didn't have the same appeal to me that it did when I'd started this sexual ball rolling. So I decided to try to coax the boy into changing his mind by pointing out something obvious to him.

"Okay, Chaz, I'm not gonna make you do something you don't wanna do. But before you make that a definite no, I want you to think about something: Haven't you shitted out a turd at LEAST as long and as big around as my dick?"

The eleven-year-old thought about this as he took another long, hard look at my cock. "Yeah, I guess," he finally said.

"Well, then, what'll be going IN you ass won't be any bigger than what comes OUT of it, right?"

"...yeah, I guess, but..."

"But what?"

"Even when it's comin' out, it STILL hurts when it's THAT big, so I KNOW it's gonna hurt bein' that big goin' IN."

"Okay, granted, it might hurt a little. But think about this: You're gonna take a shit first, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, after you do, and after I eat it [yeah, I just threw that in to remind him of what I'd agreed to do], your asshole will stay stretched open for a while, and it'll be much easier to get my dick in it."

"Is that true, or are you just bullshittin' me to get in my ass?"

"I swear it's true. I read it once in a medical journal." (Actually it was an underground pedo publication, from an article titled, "The Best Times to Bang Little Bobby.") "So how about it, Chaz? Can we at least try it? If it hurts, I'll take it right out."

"You swear?"

"I pinky swear," I said, holding my hand out. Chaz took yet another look at my dick then studied my face before holding his hand out too, upon which we hooked thumbs and touched pinkies. Of course, I had no intention of honoring the pinky swear. I already knew that if I managed to wedge the head of my dick in the boy's asshole, nothing on Earth was going to keep me from forcing the other eight inches inside him, fucking the shit out of him, and filling his little white hiney with a big load of jizz. But there was no reason for him to know any of that in advance.

"Okay," I said. "Now that we're straight on that, you ready to go in my mouth?"

"I think so," said Chaz, and I was pleased to see some color returning to his cheeks and his pecker starting to harden again.

By that time I was so horny that my dick was leaking pre-orgasm fluid, and when I climbed into the old-fashioned clawfoot bathtub and lay down, hooking my legs over the sides, my heart was beating so hard that I swore Chaz could hear it. If he did, though, he gave no indication of it, I guess because his own heart was probably beating just as hard, as he climbed in the tub with me, facing my feet, and squatted over my face.

Reaching up and adjusting Chaz's ass to make sure his anus was directly over my mouth, I was struck by the stark contrast in the colors of our skin. I wasn't the darkest dark-skinned guy around, but it certainly seemed that way when I looked at my fingers next to Chaz's pale butt cheeks. The difference was even more striking than it was between me and his sister (I guess because she often sunbathed in the nude, so her whole body had a nice even tan), and for some reason this turned me on.

"Okay," I said, moving my hands out of the way, "anytime you're ready."

As I gazed up at Chaz's smooth white buns and pouting pucker, I experienced what can only be described as Kiddy Scat Nirvana: I was one with the toilet, ready to accept in and on me everything that this eleven-year-old boy normally deposited in the porcelain receptacle sitting unoccupied right next to us. And I was happy to see that Chaz did not suffer from any shyness issues when it came to taking a shit in the presence of another person, for his anus immediately pursed open and pushed out a thick tan turd, which made a mushy crackling sound as it exited his bowels and plopped directly into my wide-open mouth.

"Nnnnggghhh!" I honked mostly through my nose as the semisoft lumps filled my mouth. Chaz's shit had a strong smell and a gritty texture, but I had little time to think about either as I hurriedly chewed up and gulped down the first big mouthful of it.

"Yeah, eat it! Eat my fuckin' shit, you nasty nigger!" Chaz said as he looked at me from between his legs.

I have to admit, that last word took me by surprise. While, as I said before, I figured Chaz used profanity, the racial slur was unexpected, and I wondered which rap artist he'd learned it from. But instead of offending me, it excited me. Indeed, the very idea that this skinny little blond kid was acting like a depraved slave master--whipping me with his words and jacking himself off as he fed me his shit--was so exciting that I could feel my dick getting harder and harder with every turd I gobbled down.

"Does my shit taste good?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Better than my sister's?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Then make sure you eat it all, nigger."

I was determined to do just that. After all, I had told Chaz that I "flushed" his sister's shit whenever she went in my mouth, and since I didn't want him to know that I had lied and that he was my first feeder ever, I had to learn in a hurry how to consume his whole bowel movement without choking or upchucking. So I chewed and swallowed and chewed and swallowed, grinding up and gulping down the meaty chunks of white-boy shit until his entire load was sitting in my stomach. And all the while Chaz watched me between his legs and continued to tug at his little tool.

The only problem was that Chaz wasn't able to coordinate his jacking off with his shitting, so even though his bowels were empty, his balls were still full. Realizing that he needed additional stimulation to reach orgasm, the little fucker didn't hesitate to sit right on my face as he now furiously stroked his stiffy.

"Lick that shit outta my ass, nigger! Lick me clean!" He accented his command by wiggling his ass in my face, and this turned me on so much that I grabbed his thighs and held him in place as I slurped away at his shitty asshole. This move also triggered his climax, and a few seconds later he was hooting and trembling.

"Oo! Oo! Shit! I'm comin'!" he squealed in a high-pitched voice that, eerily, sounded a lot like Madison's. I wasn't sure if, at eleven, Chaz was able to produce sperm yet, so I was pleasantly surprised when I felt something warm and sticky squirting onto my chin and neck. Afterwards I let go of Chaz's thighs and he slumped forward, his long hair brushing against my super-hard cock as he panted.

This was a critical period. I knew how quickly little boys--and a lot of big ones--lost interest in sex right after they came. Instead of a warm afterglow there was often a feeling of revulsion and guilt accompanied by an overwhelming desire to escape "the scene of the crime." Now that Chaz had gotten his rocks off, I was afraid he might again be thinking about calling Madison or running out of the house, especially since it would enable him to avoid my potentially painful payback. I imagined him hopping out the bathtub, grabbing up both his clothes and mine, and dashing out the door before I could make a move to stop him.

But whatever was going through Chaz's head, as I lay there staring at his cute white ass, had nothing to do with leaving, for not only did he make no move to get out of the tub, he actually settled in and began to nuzzle my dick and fondle my balls to the point where I had to make him stop to keep myself from coming prematurely. He just looked around at me and smiled. I smiled back and caressed his butt.

I was relieved that I didn't have to chase after him, because my belly was so full it was sticking out. But as stuffed as I was, I had to admit that I was also proud of myself. Countless times I'd imagined what it would be like to eat a load of shit straight from someone's asshole, but I was never sure if the reality would live up to the fantasy. Well, not only did it live up to the fantasy, it SURPASSED it, and I knew already that this would not be my last time being a human toilet. I was as hooked as hooked could be, and I was hoping that Chaz was just as hooked on feeding me.

I got a promising indication that he was when he looked back at me again and, giving me a crooked smile, asked, "Want a drink, pervert?"

"Sure," I said, and he casually backed up until his pale penis was dangling in my face. I caught the small head between my lips and waited. It took a few seconds but soon I felt a warm trickle hit my tongue, a trickle that turned into steady stream, which quickly filled my mouth, forcing me to swallow at the back of my throat.

"Yeah, drink my piss, nigger! Wash my shit down with it!"

Again the racial slur turned me on, and I began to suck down Chaz's pee more enthusiastically, determined to take every drop of it so I could tell myself that I had totally trumped the toilet bowl by consuming ALL of the bodily waste, both solid and liquid, of a handsome blue-eyed blond white boy. (I just felt bad that there was no one I could brag to about it!)

After draining his bladder down my throat, Chaz pulled his re-hardening pecker out of my mouth, flinging the last drops of his piss in my face. But I quickly took the semihard penis in my mouth again and held on to the boy's ass, gently guiding him back down until my lips were hugging the base of his shaft and his balls were pressing against my nose. Catching the hint, the eleven-year-old began to pump his hips, slowly at first then faster and faster, until his prick was back to its almost four-inch length and he was slamming away at my face, mouth-fucking me with youthful abandon.

"Yeah, nigger, suck my white dick!" Chaz panted. "Make me fuckin' come again!"

Along with holding on tight to the tween's rapidly flexing glutes as he bounced on my face, I also had to hold on tight to my jizz, which was ready to explode out of me with every "nigger" that came out of Chaz's mouth. But I welcomed the internal struggle because I was having so much fun with it. Sure it was possible that I might lose this little battle and wind up blowing my wad all over myself instead of up Chaz's butt. Even if that happened, I wouldn't really be losing since I was confident that at my age I could get hard again in no time and fuck him anyway. But the fact that I'd waited all this time, turned down all that sex, put off all that masturbation, stored up all that ball juice, all for tonight, all for nothing meant that it was important--no, IMPERATIVE that I unload my megaload in the one place that, next to Madison's cunt, would give me the most pleasure, and that just happened to be deep inside her little brother's virgin asshole.

So I proceeded to play with my orgasm in much the same way I played defense in basketball, staying on top of my man, letting him think he's gotten the upper hand, only to steal the ball away or block his shot. And I continued these moves and countermoves until, finally, Chaz gasped and stiffened, plastering his hairless groin against my face while jamming his little joint as far inside my mouth as he could get it.

"Oo! Oo! Shit! I'm comin'! And I'm gonna shoot it right in your nasty nigger mouth!"

Hearing Chaz say that, as I hugged his ass cheeks and felt his body quiver, almost caused my libido to score on me, and when I felt the eleven-year-old's penis throbbing and his semen spurting down my throat, I was certain that it was going to be an in-your-face dunk. Fortunately, I managed to regain my composure quickly enough to tip the ball at the last second and keep it from dropping through the hoop, and I smiled as I felt my orgasm backing off yet again.

Afterwards Chaz continued to lie on top of me, breathing heavily (though he was mindful not to press too hard on my very full belly). After giving himself a few minutes to recover, he once again pulled his dick out of my mouth then stepped out of the bathtub. Because he had now gotten his rocks off twice, I worried again that he would lose the urge to continue and try to make a break for it. But I was too bloated to even think about chasing after him, so I just hoped for the best as I watched him quietly gather up his clothes and walk out of the bathroom.

After allowing my stomach and my horniness a while longer to settle down, I too got out of the tub, gathered up my clothes and left the bathroom, encouraged that I had yet to hear the front door open. I walked into Chaz's room and got a scare when he wasn't in there; but I relaxed again when I saw his clothes piled up on the bed. Something told me to check Madison's room, and when I did there he was, lying face down and butt naked on her bed, his face pressed into her pink satin pillow and his arms covering his head as he waited for me to use his body in place of his sister's.

Seeing Chaz in this pose of surrender made me hot and horny all over again, and I couldn't wait to park my dick in the space that had just been vacated by the turds sitting in my stomach. Quietly opening the drawer in the nightstand, I found Madison's KY jelly, crawled onto the bed, and sat back on my heels directly behind Chaz. I then began to coat my cock with the KY while staring at Chaz's virgin white ass. The slave/slave master fantasy quickly came back to me. But this time it was different. There had since been an uprising, the roles were reversed, and Mandingo was now in charge...and seeking revenge for having been used as a toilet and a pussy by the slave master's son.

"Yeah!" I said, reacting to the new scenario.

"What?" Chaz asked, turning his head to the side.

"Nothing. Just relax."

When he turned his head back, I climbed on top of him and began to slide my dick up and down his shallow ass crack. At first he tensed up, but as I continued doing it, I felt him gradually relax.

"How's that feel?"

"Kinda nice," he said.

"Good."

Of course this was just a warm-up, but I didn't want Chaz to tense up again before I penetrated him, which meant I had to time my next move very carefully and when he was least expecting it. So I continued to crack fuck him, lulling him into a nice calm while paying close attention to the exact position of my dick. Finally on my umpteenth trip down the eleven-year-old's ass crack, I nudged the head of my cock against his asshole and pushed before his sphincter had a chance to resist me.

"Ouch!" Chaz yelped as the head of my dick squeezed into his anus. "It hurts! Take it out!"

But I didn't move. "Shhh," I said, stroking his silky blond hair while maintaining just enough pressure to keep my glans from slipping out of his anus. "Just settle down and wait a minute, Chaz. It won't be long before the pain goes away."

"But it hurts, and you promised to take it out if it hurt!" he said, turning his head to the side again and also lifting it as he tried to look up at me. "You PINKY swore!"

"I know. And I WILL take it out...if it's still hurting five minutes from now. Just give it a chance, okay?"

While Chaz didn't respond to my request, the very fact that he put his head back down on the pillow and didn't try to twist his butt off my dick (which he easily could have done) spoke volumes, and the countdown began. Since I was propped up on my hands I couldn't resist looking underneath myself to see our connection, and it was a major turn-on to see my long dark-brown pole sticking between the pale little cheeks of Chaz's ass. Unconsciously I leaned forward, forcing about half an inch of shaft inside the boy and causing his rectum to spasm in response.

"Hey!" Chaz yelled, this time without turning his head. "You didn't say nothin' about pushin' more in me while I was waitin' for it to stop hurtin'!"

"Sorry about that, chief. It's just that you're making me so damn horny, it's hard to stay put. I'm even hornier with you than I am with your sister."

Yeah, I made that last remark specifically to remind Chaz that he was taking her place and to hopefully stir up some sibling rivalry again by letting him know what a good job he was doing at it. So I was pleased, but again not terribly surprised, by what Chaz said about twenty seconds later:

"It feels okay, now; you can go ahead and put some more in, if you want."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

I smiled. Chaz's willingness to proceed, despite the pain I knew he was still feeling, was such a turn-on that I had to stop myself from ramming the rest of my rod up his ass. I managed to restrain that urge, though, and continued to slowly introduce my boner into his shithole. As more and more of my dick found its way inside the little white boy's rectum, he began to groan softly and steadily, pressing his face harder into Madison's pink satin pillow, obviously determined to stay a step ahead of her in the boyfriend-pleasing department by giving me the most satisfying anal experience he could.

And he did. By the time I bottomed out in what for eleven years had been Chaz's virgin poop chute, I was dangerously close to shooting my load. His asshole was so tight and so hot and was pulsating so wildly on my hard-on that I had to keep absolutely still and concentrate more than I'd had to with anyone else I'd penetrated to keep from coming. The feeling was just that intense. But I knew that simply being inside Chaz wouldn't be enough. Even if I lasted for only five minutes, I needed to fuck the eleven-year-old before I came, because that's what I would've done to Madison. So after savoring the snugness of the boy's shitter for a few minutes, I slowly began to withdraw my dick, still amazed that I'd managed to stuff all nine inches of it inside him; and while he tensed up a little as I pulled my pole out of him, he was continuing to bravely bear the assault.

It took only a few more slow trips up and down Chaz's turd tunnel before it was lubricated enough and had stretched enough for whatever pain he'd been feeling to dissipate, and when I felt his body relax I stepped up the pace of my strokes. I very idea that I was fucking an eleven-year-old boy up the butt--my own girlfriend's little brother!--was a tremendous turn-on, and the fact that he was taking my big black dick deep in his tight white ass with no complaints turned me on even more. Then a light came on in my head and I realized that what was really turning me on was, again, the contrast, this time between Chaz being such an aggressive top when he was shitting and pissing and coming in my mouth and such a docile bottom now that I was fucking him up the ass. It was almost as if I were dealing with twins instead of just one little boy. My only regret was that all this was making me SO horny there was no way I was going to be able to hold out much longer than the five minutes I'd randomly noted to myself. Knowing this, I decided to go for broke and make the most of this opportunity, since I'd probably never get another chance to power-fuck a white preteen pussy boy.

So I began to fuck Chaz harder and harder, brutally driving my dick up his defenseless ass, giving the precocious eleven-year-old a rogering to remember. A part of me wanted to hear him yell for me to stop, almost as confirmation of how forcefully I was fucking him, but actually I was relieved that the only sound he made was a loud "Nngh!" every time I plowed into him.

Finally, somewhere in the cacophony of the bed frame creaking, the headboard slamming against the wall, skin slapping against skin, and a duet of grunts and groans, my passion peaked and, shivering, I thrust my nine-inch ramrod as far up Chaz's ass as it would go.

"Fuck! I'm coming! Take it, Chaz! Take it all right in that white boy-pussy!"

As I said before, I hadn't so much as jerked off in over a week, so my balls were chock full of jizz, and it was truly a sweet release when I began to blast that super-load into Chaz's bowels. My dick was throbbing away, and while I couldn't see it happening, I had creamed enough girls' faces to know that with every throb, a healthy stream of semen was spurting out of it; I also knew that, if I was horny enough and had waited long enough, I was good for at least eight to ten spurts, so I knew for sure that a big nasty load was gushing into Chaz's guts, baptizing him in a way that would have horrified my preacher parents.

"You called me a 'nasty nigger,'" I whispered in his ear. "Well, I'm showing you just how nasty I can be. So how do you like that nigger come up your little white ass, bitch? Feels good, don't it?"

"Mmmmmmmm!" was Chaz's only response, his face still pressed in the pillow, and I had no idea what his response meant. But it didn't matter because whether he liked it or hated it, neither one of us was going anywhere until I'd finished planting my seed deep in his shit pit. My desire to do this was so overwhelming that it surprised me. It was almost as if some part of me, knowing I couldn't impregnate the boy physically, was trying to do so mentally by making sure that my sperm was swimming so far up his ass that it couldn't help being absorbed by his intestines and entering his bloodstream, causing his brain to give birth to my offspring: a litter of nasty sexual inclinations.

It took some time but I finally emptied my balls in Chaz's anus, and all the while I kept thinking how ironic it was that, of all the girls I'd fucked, I ended up shooting my biggest load of all up the ass of an eleven-year-old boy. Even more ironic was that it wasn't even a Mexican boy, so many of whom were readily available for fucking as they wandered the streets on the wrong side of town trying to hustle up enough money for food. Instead my 300 million "soldiers" were doing the backstroke in the anal canal of an upper-middle-class white boy who was nothing less that privileged. I saw it as kind of a lump-sum payback for all the white-guy spunk those little Mexican boys had taken in their asses over the years.

"Hey, chief, you okay?" I asked, mustering up some compassion as I lifted off Chaz's sweaty back.

He didn't answer, but he did stir, letting me know he was still alive, so I continued to ease back, slowly withdrawing my dick from his asshole until finally, with a wet, squishy plop, the head came out, which made Chaz gasp. As I pulled back even further, a sticky strand of semen continued to connect us; and even though I'd licked Chaz's asshole after he shit in my mouth, my dick had burrowed so deep in his turd tunnel that it had unearthed some leftover shit that my tongue had not been able to reach, leaving a light-brown lump caught under the ridge of my cockhead. Leaning over the boy again, I casually wiped my dick off on his flawless little ass, which allowed me to admire yet another contrast, this time between his white skin and his brown shit.

Afterwards I sat back and just stared at Chaz, ogling the entire back view of his naked eleven-year-old figure--from his tousled blonde hair, to his smooth back and thin arms, to his shit-smeared ass, to his sleek legs, to his small white feet. He was the perfect little All-American sex toy. I was about to spread open and inspect the boy's puffy, dilated anus when suddenly, without looking at me, he scooted off the bed and bolted out of the room. A few seconds later I heard the door to his room slam shut.

I wasn't quite sure what to make of Chaz's rapid exit, but being that he was still going through puberty and had just participated in the kinds of sexual extremes that even most adults never experience, I imagined that I'd stirred up something of an emotional goulash in his head. I wanted to comfort him, but I didn't think I was up to sorting through whatever conflicted feelings he was probably having, or that he even wanted me to. So all I did was tap on his door and let him know that I would be in the living room watching TV until his sister got home, and that if he wanted to talk about any of the things we'd done, I was more than willing to. I then slid the 95 bucks I'd promised him under the door and waited. I was a little concerned when he didn't respond, but I figured he'd fallen asleep, so I tried not to worry about it.

After getting dressed, I lay on the sofa, half watching TV and half dozing off, when a little after midnight I heard the front door open. This was followed by some quiet talking, as Madison and her date exchanged goodbyes (and probably a kiss), after which the door closed.

"Chaz? Cordell?"

I didn't answer and made no move to get up. Since Chaz's room was closer to the front door, she checked on him first, calling him again, then knocking on his door, then opening it. For a hot second I panicked, suddenly remembering the money I'd slipped under his door, but I heard no "What's this?" or anything else from Madison. She just quietly closed his door back before heading towards the living room, leading me to believe that Chaz was truly asleep now but probably wasn't earlier when I'd spoken to him through the door. In any case, since I hadn't answered when Madison called me, I don't think she was expecting me to be there, because when she saw me, she flinched, her eyes got big, and the color began to drain out of her face.

"Hello, Madison," I said, wearing the biggest smile I could manufacture.

"...uhh...hi," she replied, looking very nervous. "Listen, I know you're mad at me, but--"

"No, I'm not mad at you," I said, cutting her off as I sat up. "I mean, I was at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I deserved what you did to me. So, yeah, you got me, and I have to admit the WAY you got me was pretty inventive. But it's okay. Chaz and I had a nice time talking and watching TV. He's a cool kid."

Then I stood up, and Madison looked even more nervous as I took a step towards her and she took a step back.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to do anything to you. Like I said, you got me, and I have enough balls to admit it. Besides, I've gotten that turn-the-other-cheek sermon drilled into my head more than I care to remember. I just wanna know if this is it or if this relationship still has a chance."

"I don't know. Maybe." She seemed to relax a little. "But you've GOT to stop fooling around on me, Cordell. That's why I decided to give you a taste of your own medicine tonight, so you could see how it feels. Pretty shitty, right?"

I nodded. "Yeah, you're right."

"So you need to give me some time to think about where we go from here. I mean, I WANT to be with you and all, but..."

"I understand," I said, heading for the door.

Madison briefly held my hand but didn't stop me from leaving. Before closing the door behind me, she said, "Maybe we can work things out."

But while I hoped for the best as I drove back to the dorm, I knew what the verdict would be the moment Madison walked into her bedroom. With the unmistakable smell of sex in the air, a big spit spot on her pillow, and stray bodily emissions all over her bedsheets, she would know instantly what had taken place in her bed and would no doubt ask Chaz about it. It was just a matter of what he would say. Of course, my original plan was for him to be so humiliated that he would spill all the beans about what had happened, and she would end up hating me but hating herself MORE for allowing it to happen (as well as thinking twice about telling her parents, since they were likely to blame her more than me for putting Chaz in a situation for it to happen).

But I'd changed my mind since then. My thoughts of vengeance had vanished, and I no longer wanted to get back at Madison through Chaz. I was pretty sure, though, that I had fucked everything up. Chaz's odd behavior after I shot my load up his ass had convinced me that it was not a matter of IF he hated me but how MUCH, and I was doubly convinced that once he had more time to think about what had happened, he would hate me even more. And with the physical evidence of our encounter not only all over Madison's bed but dribbling out of Chaz's asshole to boot, there would be no disputing his story. So my fate was totally in his eleven-year-old hands, and there was nothing I could do about it...and that did NOT give me the most secure feeling in the world.

So I waited and worried until the next day, when I got a call from Madison. Fearing the worst, I was too nervous to answer, so I let my voice mail pick up. When I finally got up the nerve to play it back, these were her cold, calm words:

"Well, Cordell, I guess you know it's over FOREVER this time. I KNOW you fucked some bitch in my bed, but what I don't know is how you got my little brother to lie for you and say it didn't happen. What'd you do, threaten him? Whatever it was, you ought to be ashamed of yourself for making a little kid like him afraid to tell on you, you fucking bully. I hope you rot in hell."

And she hung up. I just sat there stunned, not at the "it's-over-forever" part; that I expected. It was what she DIDN'T say that left me scratching my head. Here Chaz had a golden opportunity to describe in graphic detail what a pervert I was, and not only had he said nothing, he'd also tried to convince her that nothing had happened between me and ANYbody. What the fuck was going on?

I found out the very next morning, Sunday morning, when my phone rang. Not recognizing the number, I again let my voice mail pick up. I was surprised when I played back the message to hear Chaz's voice.

"Hi, Cordell. This is Chaz. Well, I guess you know by now that I didn't say nothin' to my sister about what we did. Even though I think she did it with that dude, she was so pissed off about you doing somebody in her bed that if I told her it was ME, I think she woulda called the cops. So that's why I didn't say nothin'. But I'm really calling because she just went to church. She asked me if I wanted to go with her, but I told I didn't feel good. But, really, I feel okay, it's just that...well, to tell the truth, I have to take a major crap, so...it's, like, 10 o'clock now, so if you get this message before 11, like, gimme a call."

Again I was stunned, but not so stunned that I didn't immediately return Chaz's call, almost dropping the phone in my haste to do so. When he answered, the first thing I did was thank him for not telling on me; then I told him that I was broke, so if he wanted money we'd have to wait until I cashed my work-study check to get together. But he was no longer interested in being paid. Haltingly, he told me how much he liked what we'd done in the bathroom, and how he "wouldn't mind doing it again," including "what we did after." I could tell he was too embarrassed to be any more specific (though I'd have LOVED to hear him say, "Hey, nigger, I wanna shit and piss in your mouth and fuck your face again; then I wanna feel that big nigger dick fucking the shit outta my white ass again!"), so I didn't press him. What I DID do was tell him I'd be right there and rush over to Madison's house.

As I rang the doorbell, a last-minute doubt flashed through my head. What if this was all a setup? What if waiting for me behind that door were Madison and the police or Chris Hansen and the Dateline NBC "To Catch a Predator" crew? But before I had a chance to dwell on this, the door swung open and there stood Chaz with an urgent look on his face.

"Come on in," he said. "I can't hold it much longer, and my sister's gonna be home soon."

So that day, while Madison was out singing hymns and no doubt praying for the redemption of my soul, I was right back at her house doing an encore "sitting" for her little brother, as he again used my mouth as a substitute toilet and pussy, and I again used his asshole as a substitute...well...asshole (only this time in HIS bed); and we both performed so admirably during our nasty little tryst that by the time Madison got home, I was back in my dorm room reliving what the eleven-year-old and I had done while savoring the taste of his shit on the back on my tongue. The next day, though, Chaz's visit was over and he flew back home to New York. It was a sad day for both of us.

But I'm happy to report that things did NOT end there. Chaz and I continued to call and text each other coast-to-coast (he explained to his parents how he'd met a "boy" his age while staying with Madison, and how they'd become good friends), and whenever I came home for Christmas, Spring Break, or summer vacation, we would secretly meet up and do our thing (usually in one of those run-down "I-don't-care-what-you-do-as-long-as-you-pay-me-up-front-for-the-room" hotels), then go back home, our parents and Madison being none the wiser. So over the years, I was able to keep in touch with Chaz and watch him grow from a scrawny kid into a strapping young man.

Today, seven years later, I'm back in the Big Apple, a graduate student and teaching assistant at New York University, and guess where Chaz just enrolled as a freshman? That's right! At 18, he's tall and handsome with an even longer, shaggier mane of blond hair, and I always get a kick out of seeing all the heads turn--both male and female--whenever he walks through Washington Square. To me, though, he's just an overgrown eleven-year-old--and, yes, his shit, piss and come are just as tasty and his asshole just as tight. What's more, we've expanded our activities. For instance, now instead of fucking my mouth after he shits and pisses in it, he waits for my stomach to settle down then fucks my ass. And, believe me, I FEEL it, because what he's packing down there nowadays bears absolutely no resemblance to what he had as a child: a formidable ten-inch cock. When he's done with me I return the favor, after which we get in a 69 and suck the spunk out of each other's assholes.

Do we see other people? Yeah, every now and then--we've even taken turns spying on one another while the other was having sex with someone else!--but we've become pretty exclusive, I guess because most of the people we've fucked, both male and female, aren't into the wild shit that Chaz and I do; and with the undergraduate and graduate dorm rules being so much more relaxed than they were at Pepperdine (meaning basically non-existent), we've been seeing so much of each other lately that we've actually considered pooling our money and getting an apartment together down here in the Village.

And what about Madison? Well, she and I never got together again after that "it's-over-forever" phone call, though I did see her at basketball games and sometimes spotted her on campus or at chapel. The last time I saw her was at our graduation, where I also saw her parents for the first time and also got to see Chaz again, who by then was 14. I wanted so much to go over, introduce myself to her folks, and at least stroke Chaz's neatly combed hair and tell him how nice he looked in his suit. But I didn't want to risk putting Madison on the spot or making her any more angry at me than she already was, so I kept my distance. (Chaz spotted me, though, and gave me a big smile and a secret little wave, which made me feel great.)

Only recently did Chaz confess to me that his sister had asked him not only if I'd threatened him but, specifically, if I had sexually molested him ("probably because I was walking a little funny the next day," he admitted). He vehemently denied it--even pretending to get angry at her for asking--but he was never convinced that she bought his little performance and always felt that she suspected something had happened between us.

And only recently did I confess to Chaz that he was both the first male and the first kid I had ever fucked. I also told him that his shit, not Madison's, was the first I'd ever eaten, and that particular admission made his lips curl up and his blue eyes sparkle, turning him right back into an eleven-year-old as he belatedly savored his sibling triumph.

Will we eventually confess to Madison? I doubt it. Though if Chaz and I move in together, it will be impossible to hide our relationship from her. But even if she finds out about it, thus realizing that her suspicions about us were right all along, she will never know the dirty details of what we did, the things she unleashed in us, or how grateful we will always be to her for getting so pissed off at me that she brought the two of us together.

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