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 Brayden's First Brown Room Adventure Part 4

   By Antonio Green Auto42376091@hushmail.com

   (Mb (multi), bb (multi), incest, scat, ws, B&D, enema, drugs)

   From Part 3 Deandre's father looked back at me and smiled.

   "I had a different idea for my shit, young man.  But you are welcome to
that one piece but no more."

   I mashed the ball around in my mouth for a couple of minutes, softening
it even more.  Part of me wanted to swallow it whole, but I didn't want to
choke on it so I started chewing.  Now that was a first for me!  I'd never
actually chewed up a solid piece of shit.  I guessed I really was a
poop-loving little shit-eating faggot.  And proud of it!  I chewed and
swallowed everything in my mouth.  There really wasn't that much, but I
wanted more.

   Marcus moved off me, Gavin still attached by the man's big, black hose.
Almost everyone stood around me at that point.  Everyone except Scout
Master Tim who was manning the cameras and Gavin's daddy who was still up
inside me.  And there was one other person standing there, someone who must
have come in without me seeing him.  Scout Master Chris!

   Now onto Part 4

   "Brayden, I hope you know how much I love you," he said.  "However scat
play isn't really my thing.  But I could tell from the monitors in the
viewing room how much you love it.  So, I don't want to get any on me, but
I have a birthday present for you."

   Scout Master Chris pulled a huge, clear plastic bag stuffed full of
poop. Some were hard looking turds, some was really soft looking.  And
everything in between.

   "This is Markie's, David's, Donnie's, Taylor's and mine from the past
week.  Plus all the scouts and scout masters while they were here.  We have
a special way to keep it cold and then warming it up when it's ready to
use. In that way, it's like it just came out of someone's asshole.  It's a
special present for my special shit boy."

   Markie, David, and Donnie.  The three boy whores who were with me during
my first pain lessons.  I loved them as much as anything.  And Taylor,
Scout Master Chris's son with the weird, skinny long dick.  And Scout
Master Chris.  The only thing that would have been better would be to have
them here right now.  But I'd never told them I was a poopoo freak, so I
wasn't sure if they'd want to be.  Scout Master Chris seemed to read my
mind like he could do all the time.

   "The boys would have loved to be here with you today, but they're all at
an important client's ranch.  Have to keep the rancher, the ranch hands,
and the animals happy, you know."

   "Me, Daddy!  Me, Daddy!" Gavin was calling out, almost in tears.  "Let
me do it!"

   I wasn't sure what they would be doing but the little seven-year really
wanted to be the one to do it.

   "There's enough for all of you," his father responded.  "But don't you
and Daniel have something to give Brayden first?"

   "YAY!  Yeth, Daddy." Marcus moved so that Gavin--still firmly attached
to his cock--was right next to my face.  Daniel--still attached to his
daddy, stood next to them.

   "Open your mouth, poopoo baby," Daniel said.  As soon as I did, Marcus
pulled Gavin off his cock abruptly.  Gavin screamed.  The sudden removal of
the huge cock pulled pink rectal tissue out with it.  As soon as Marcus's
cock was out of the screaming little boy, Gavin's hole began releasing its
contents.  Marcus dangled the piss and poop spewing hole inches over my
mouth.  It came out so fast I had to squint my eyes to keep it out.  But I
kept my mouth open and caught as much as I could.  That wasn't one fourth
of what Gavin had to give because it was spraying so wildly.

   I wished I could drink it all.  I loved the salty, poopy taste.  But I
probably would have drowned if Marcus had put him right on my mouth. 
Marcus must have pissed a ton in the little guy, but finally it stopped.  I
licked Gavin's hole clean of the few poop smears that stuck to it.  Marcus
put the tyke down and Gavin ran to his daddy.

   "Me now, Daddy.  You fuck me now.  Pwease."

   "Right after Daniel and Deandre feed Brayden.  Okay, dear?"

   Daniel was already in place, his asshole, puffier and more bruised than
when I first saw it, perched right over my mouth.

   "I won't let it out as fast, Braydie.  Try to drink it all."

   Daniel lowered the final inches until my mouth sealed tightly around his
hole.  Mouth open, I pushed hard on his tummy.  He rewarded me with a quick
gush of wet, chocolate-poopy piss.  He had far better control of his hole
than Gavin, so he was able to get most of it into my mouth and down into my
gullet.  Except for one time.  Right after feeding me a normal sized
poopy-pee squirt he giggled then pressed his ass as hard against my mouth
as he could and let go a flood.  There was so much that I couldn't keep up
with it.  It flowed freely from my nose, but his cheeks and hole were
sealed so tightly, nothing escaped my mouth.  Still sealed to him, I
sneezed, spraying his peepee-poopoo-caca mixture out my nose.  He stopped
just in time to keep me from throwing up.  After letting my throat and nose
come back to something like normal, Daniel finished feeding me carefully so
I could swallow most of it.

   My stomach was bloated with piss, nasty, stinking peepee-poopoo piss.  I
didn't know if I could take much more piss or shit.  Then Daniel moved off
me and Deandre took his place.  He squatted about a foot above my mouth.

   "Open wide, pretty white boy," he said.  "You ever felched before?"

   I shook my head.  I had no idea what he was talking about.  But being a
good whore boy, I opened wide.  I expected that maybe felching was drinking
pee from a butt hole like I'd just done.  I watched with interest as
Deandre strained.  A loud fart erupted from his quivering hole.  A little
fishy smelling.  Then a long, thick, light brown strand oozed from his hole
and dripped directly into my mouth.  I closed my mouth quickly to savor the
taste.  So this was felching: eating cum from a fucked asshole.  I loved it
and loved the taste of Scout Master Tim's cum mixed with Deandre's ass
juices.  Yummer.  Yummers.

   Another fart, this one a gurgler and a larger, wetter wad of poopy cum
drooled from Deandre's hole.  I was so busy enjoying the first taste that I
hadn't opened my mouth again.  This wad spread over my nose, mouth, and
chin.  Not wanting to miss a drop, I opened my mouth once again and began
scraping it into my mouth.

   Yet another gurgly fart and even more felch drooled into my mouth.  I
couldn't believe how much was oozing from Deandre's puffy, brown hole. 
Then I remembered whose it was.  Scout Master Tim always delivered a good
amount of jizz when he came.  So I was able to enjoy even more.  Finally,
Deandre seemed to relax and the gooey present stopped.  Then he grunted. 
His hole opened up and a spray of mucousy, very wet poo erupted from the
hole, completely covering my face in its stench.

   "That's what we call fuck-poop, Braydie," Daniel informed me from the
side.  "You ever been fucked and then it's diarrhea time?  Doesn't happen
with us much, but I guess Scout Master Tim must really jiggled Deandre's
insides when he fucked him."

   I giggled.  "Yeah.  A couple of times with this one client.  I had to
run to the pot or I'd a shit all over him."

   "Shame to waste it," Deandre said, and let go another spate of post-fuck
diarrhea all over my face.

   "Bwayden's too pwetty to be all poopy faced," Gavin said.  He kissed my
poop covered lips, sucking the diarrhea off.  Licked a few swipes off my
cheeks, then began wiping it away with his HAIR.  With his beautiful, long,
girly red hair.  As he did, his daddy came up behind him--his dick
well-caca-smeared--and rammed it up the boy's hole.

   "YOW!" Gavin screamed and jerked in pained surprise.  "Owie, Daddy. 
Owie.  Owie.  Make it owie in me moh hahdeh."

   Then it struck me.  Gavin's daddy had been firmly planted in my hole and
now he was in his son's.  I'd lost track of my own anus in the last few
minutes.  I glanced down.  Scout Master Nick was kneeling at my hole, the
two longer pieces of Marcus's light brown poop nestled in one palm.  His
other hand was down between my legs.

   "Gavin's father plugged you before he moved away," Scout Master Nick
said.  "I'm going to unplug you.  Try to keep everything in you.  It's
going to be hard, Brayden.  But you're a good Boy Slut Scout and a good
little boy whore, so I know you can do it."

   I expected my unplugging to be rough, but Scout Master Nick took his
time and slowly eased the plug out.  As its tapered length eased out of me,
I squeezed my poopoo hole as tight around it as I could.  My poor hole!  It
had had its share of pounding today so it hurt to squeeze it.  But I like
hurt stuff and this wasn't anything compared to what I.d enjoyed just a
couple of days earlier from my Uncle Tony and four of his buddies.

   Finally the butt plug eased out.  Just a tiny bit of the pee inside my
pooper leaked out, just enough to wet my crack.

   "You're a good boy, Brayden," Scout Master Nick said.  "You didn't lose
much at all.  How you feel in there?"
 "Full," I answered.  "Really
full and sloshy.  But I can still take your cock in there.  I want it.  Put
it in me, okay?"

   "In a few minutes, but we got other things for you first."

   Other things?  What could he mean?  Then I could feel him pushing
something soft and firm at the same time into my hole.  I lifted my head to
look.  The smaller of the two remaining pieces on Marcus's light brown
poop. He was slowly slipping its 4 inches into me to join Gavin's monster
turd and all the piss inside me.  It was pretty wide, but I'd had a lot of
wide stuff inside me including some magnificently wide cocks.  So it felt
good stretching open my poo hole but it didn't hurt at all (damn it!)

   When Scout Master Chris pushed it all the way in, I could feel my hole
close around his finger which he kept inside me for a moment, wiggling it
around.

   "Fuck man, you're totally pissy in there.  Before this is over, I so
fucking want a taste."

   As he pulled his finger out, not a drop!  I kept everything in.  Then he
began pushing the larger, slightly thicker piece of Marcus poop into my
hole, I laid my head down and closed my eyes to enjoy the slow expansion of
my hole as it entered.  I stunk something awful and I loved the stink. 
Pee. Poop.  Cum.  As I lay in my dreaminess, a pair of hands touched my
tummy.  Then another touched my chest.  And another pair touched my lower
abdomen.  Warm.  Sticky.  Even stinkier.  The hands rubbed all over me,
spreading the stinky stickiness around.  One of the hands started rubbing
all over my neck and face.  And now my legs as the thick, soft, firm Marcus
turd was slowly pushed into me.  Finally, the six or seven inch piece of
shit popped in, but it wasn't pushed in by Scout Master Nick's finger.  It
was pushed in by something thicker, much thicker.  I was overcome with all
the new feelings, new excitement so I had to look.  I opened my eyes and
lifted my head.  As I thought, Scout Master Nick was pushing the poop pice
into my asshole with his cock.  I was being double fucked as it were by a
man's cock and another man's turd.  My gut was so full of piss, cock, poop,
and cum.  I cramped for an instant, then the feeling passed and I was
overcome with an incredibly powerful need to cum.

   I looked to my left.  Daniel was kneeling beside me, smearing poo from
the large clear plastic bag Scout Master Chris had brought.  Smearing it on
my lower abdomen with one hand--avoiding my iron hard dickie--on on my
chest with the other hand.  Gavin went back and forth painting my tummy and
then smearing the mess on himself: face, chest, tummy, dickie.  Deandre was
doing my chest and face and neck.  And every so often, he'd reach over and
spread the thick brown mess on Daniel's body, on his face, nipples, hard
hard super fucking stinking hard twelve year old cocklet.  Then Daniel
would return the favor to Deandre.  Or to Gavin.

   "There's so fucking much shit," my 12-year old host proclaimed.  "We've
never, ever had this much to play with before.  It's fucking awesome!  Hey,
Braydie.  How you like being a total poopoo baby.  You're gonna be darker
than Deandre even!"

   Then he started laughing and couldn't stop.  The laughter was catching.
Deandre began then Gavin, all laughing at my being painted with massive
quantities of poop.  Poopoo.  Poopies.  Caca.  Shit.  Dookie.  Doodoo.  I
started laughing just as hard, but the laughter didn't lessen my urgent
need to cum.  Now!  I scooped up a thick handful of poo from my belly and
began jacking wildly on my peg.

   All this time, Scout Master Nick was pounding his cock into the mess in
my rectum.  Push and pull.  Push and pull.  I could feel how squishy I was
down there every time he slammed into me.  Now the funny thing is Scout
Master Nick was usually the scout leader who was most gentle with me.  Not
now.  Not now at all.  Maybe the poopiness was making him hotter, but he
was really jamming his cock into me.  Every time he bottomed out in my
bottom, I'd squirt out a little of the pee from inside my ass.  Poopy pee
so it stunk.

   "Not gonna last long," he screamed as he began really slamming into me.
"Gonna cum right now!"

   With those words, he scooped up some of the dookie I'd been painted with
and forced it into my mouth.  He jerked his cock out of my hole--and I lost
a big squirt of poopy pee from my gut--and began jerking himself with the
shit that remained on his hand.

   "Eat that shit, shit faggot motherfucker cocksucker!" Scout Master Nick
screamed.  Then his cock erupted and he spattered its load all over my
tummy.

   He seemed to cum forever, and seeing his cock shooting its load on me
made me cum with my poopoo dickie jerking.  I looked down at my tummy.  A
big wad of pearly white spunk splattered near my belly button.  More kept
splashing out all over my poopifed lower parts.  It looked beautiful, all
gIittery and glisteny lying against the deep brown coating of shit.

   I kept jerking on myself while Scout Master Nick kept up his poopy pud
pounding.  Once again, the stuff they'd given us was doing its job.  My
big-O would peak and almost take me over the final edge, only to pull back
a tiny bit then climb again.  While we were both cumming for what felt like
forever, Scout Master Nick continued smearing my face with the shit from my
chest and tummy, pushing large wads into my mouth.  I gladly mashed it
around, chewed, and swallowed it.

   "MOTHERFUCKER!  I can't take it anymore!" Daniel yelled.  He pushed
Scout Master Nick's hand away from my face and jumped on the bed,
straddling my head.  He jammed his poopoo covered dick into my mouth and
began violently fucking me face, scraping poop into my mouth as he did.  I
was cumming.  Scout Master Nick was cumming.  And now sweet Daniel was
cumming in my mouth, but instead of jizzing down my throat, his dick
delivered the only thing it could give anymore.  He pissed.  Hot.  Bitter.
Strong.  Salty boy piss mixing with the doodoo in my mouth and sliding down
my throat in a gooey mass.  I felt my tummy turn over and began to retch. I
tied to force it back, but I couldn't.  Vomit erupted from my mouth.  Only
it wasn't really puke.  It was a bunch of recently swallowed poop, softened
and diluted with Daniel piss.  Wow!  It was like I was pooping out of my
mouth.

   The poopy barf--or was it barfy poop--squirted violently out of my mouth
around Daniel's still thrusting dick.  Some went out my nose.  It all
smeared my face and Daniel's pubic area.  Smeared it bad.  Daniel eased
down from his orgasm and eaed his dick out of my mouth.  His face, chest,
tummy, lower belly, and dickie had already been smeared with masses of poo
of varying colors and consistency, poo from us poop freaks here and poo
from Scout Master Chris's massive, wonderful, filthy poop collection--poop
he and our buddies had smeared all over him.  But his face and dick
glistened with my recent oral offering.

   "MMM," Daniel moaned, "poopoo puke." Daniel leaned forward and licked
the `poopoo puke' that was smeared around my face.  Then his tongue, his
delicate, sweet, wonderful tongue pressed into in my mouth.

   One time a couple of years ago, my Papa made me eat some creamed
Brussels sprouts.  I couldn't swallow them at first but he made me by
squeezing my balls really hard.  This was before I learned how much I loved
pain, so I did what he made me do.  After getting them all down, I couldn't
stop it.  They all came up and I puked them on my plate.  Papa was NOT
happy.  He made me eat the puke.  I cried and cried, but I had to or he'd
cut my balls off.  Or at least he said he would.  I ate it all and then
promptly barfed it out.  I don't know how many times we went through this.
Finally, he just beat me.

   Since that time, I've hated the smell of puke.  Hated the thought of
puke.  But now Daniel was feeding me back the poopy-pissy puke I'd just
recently disgorged.  For an instant, I panicked.  Would I throw it back up
like I'd done with Papa?  No.  I could tell that now this was different. 
What Daniel was feeding back into my craw wasn't nasty Brussels sprouts. 
It was nasty poo and pee.  It was his and other boys' poo I loved.  And as
nasty as it was, I was nastier.

   All too soon, he'd cleaned my face.  He looked up at his daddy and
chirped eagerly, "Daddy!  The poopinator.  Get the poopinator.  Get two of
them!" He then offered me his dark brown, glistening dickie area.  "Cwean
your poopy-pukey off me pwease, Bwadie?" he said, deliberately trying to
sound like a little boy, like Gavin.

   I had no idea what Daniel meant by the poopinator, but I sure as heck
knew what he wanted me to do.  So I licked his hard four incher and all
around it, cleaning it off my poopoo-vomit as well as the poop he'd been
jacking off with earlier.  Of course, I'd already sucked off most of the
poo when he'd been fucking my mouth.  But his lower tummy area was filthy,
nasty, yucky, and oh so delicious to lick clean.

   Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dale carrying two strange looking
objects.  These were obviously the `poopinators' that Daniel was talking
about.  I pulled away from Daniel's pubis to get a better look.  The entire
thing was clear, rubbery plastic, about 9 inches long.  (I measured the
whole thing later).  One end was tapered a little bit like a really thick,
6" long butt plug but it had two hoses with a pump-up thingy on them like
you see on a blood pressure machine.  The whole thing, other than the
tapered part, was 3" in diameter.  The other end of the poopinator was like
a really wide hose, and it was capped off.  At its smallest, the tapered
part was 2".  And the largest part of the taper was a full 4".  I had a
good idea where it was going and I wasn't sure if I wanted it up inside me.

   Dale handed Scout Master Nick--who was still between my legs--one of the
objects.  Daniel swung around on his knees so that his dirty butt cheeks
were close to my face.

   "Ready, Nick?" Dale asked the man at my hole, sliding next to my head so
that he could have access to his son's asshole.  Scooping up a wad of shit,
Daniel's daddy lubed the tapered end of the poopinator.  I began feeling
pressure at my hole just as Dale began pushing the end of the object into
his son's anus.  The opening of the tapered end was rounded but it hurt my
hole as Scout Master Nick began pushing.  Daniel sucked air as his daddy
pushed it forward, so I knew it hurt him, too.  But soon, the openings of
the two poopinators had forced their way into our rectums.  I could feel
some of my fullness ease up.  The plastic hose sticking out of Daniel's
anus was clear.  So I peaked around his cute body.  I could see that part
of my poopinator was filled with dark brown, thick gooey, liquidy stuff. 
The piss inside my intestine mixed with poop, both mine and other poop
that'd been forced into me.  I was relieved to have the discomfort and
fullness ease up but I kind of missed it too.  My relief wouldn't last
long, though.

   The men continued pushing forward slowly, steadily, so that the business
ends of the devices were stretching both our holes.  I couldn't believe how
wide Daniel's little pucker stretched.  I'd had big, fat dildos and big fat
cocks in mine, and the poopinator still hurt going in.

   Finally, Daniel's device had made it all the way to the part where the
taper ended.  Just like on a butt plug, there was a slight indentation
whose purpose was to keep the poopinator in place.  A moment after Daniel's
device was in place, mine sank in as well.

   Then the real torture.  (Well, not that bad, really).  Dale began
pumping the bulb that was attached to Daniel's poopinator.  Scout Master
Nick began pumping mine.  The tapered part of the device--the part buried
in my rectum--began to inflate and stretch my inners something fierce. 
From Daniel's grunting, he was feeling the same mixture of pain, fullness,
and discomfort I was.

   While the part of the poopinators inside us was still being pumped up,
Daniel called out, "Daddy, Daddy, hook us up.  Get us started."

   Dale, Daniel's daddy, signaled to Deandre and Gavin who up to this point
had continued smearing feces (in Deandre's words) all over the two of us
and each other.  The two poo-covered kids disappeared for a moment then
returned, Deandre to Dale and Gavin to Scout Master Nick.  Each of the caca
boys carried what looked gigantic plastic hypodermic syringes about two
feet long.

   What should have been the pointy needle ends weren't pointy.  They were
as wide as the hose parts of the poopinators.  The back end had a big
plunger thingy.  And I bet you know what they were filled with.  Poopoo. 
Lots and lots of poopoo.

   "Hook us up!" Daniel called out again.  Scout Master Nick attached the
end of the poopoo-filled tube to my poopinator hose end and handed the
plunger end to Gavin.  Dale hooked up his poopoo-filled tube to his son's
poopinator and handed that plunger end to a kneeling Deandre.  The tubes
were so large and full neither boy could have held one on his own.

   "There's over a gallon of nasty, sick, fuckety-fuck fuck dookie poopoo
caca shitty-shit in here, Brayden," Daniel told me.  "It's from me and
Gavin and Deandre and our daddies and some guys you don't even know. 
There's even some from Gavin's two-year old brother.  Are you ready to be
super poopinated?  It's hella great!"

   Now don't forget Daniel was kneeling over my face so I could see exactly
what was going on.  So once we were `hooked up,' Daniel yelled out,
"Poopinate us!" I could see Deandre pushing the plunger on his poopinator.
Although I couldn't really see it, I could feel Gavin's efforts inside my
rectum.  As Daniel's poopinator plunger moved slowly down the tube, my gut
was filling up.  Filling up with gobs and gobs of shit.  Boy shit and man
shit.  I was already pretty will stuffed with piss, with Marcus's two
turds, and with Gavin's super turd.  Now this!  It was like a giant poopoo
enema.  My tummy was swelling and I was cramping like a motherfucker. 
Daniel's tummy was beginning to bulge as well.

   Gavin began singing in his high, clear, little boy voice a song that
sounded like the "Oscar Meyer Wiener" song...

   "I love to poopinate my good friend Brayden That is what I really love
to do-oo-oo.  I push the poopinator's big long handle And fill him up with
tons of stinky poo"

   When he finished, he gave a huge shove to the handle.  It's a good thing
Scout Master Nick was holding on tight because if he hadn't been, Gavin
would have shoved a bunch more of the actual tubing into me.  As it was,
the shove pushed my aching hole in, causing me to yelp But the little
seven-year old's pressure on the plunger did send a huge glump of poop into
me.

   Now THAT had me really yelling.  I was cramping something fierce like
I've never cramped before, so hard I thought I might puke again.  I was
sure my tummy was going to explode.  For real.

   "Help your poopoo buddy out, Gavin," Scout Master Chris said from beside
me.  My face must have shown how bad I hurt.  So still pushing the plunger
and filling me up even more, Gavin grasped my stiffy and began jerking it
with poo he scraped up from my tummy.  That was enough to take my mind off
the pain and fullness while he finished pushing all his nasty load into me.


   Daniel grunted every time Deandre pushed the plunger on his poopinator,
but he didn't seem like he was experiencing the same level of discomfort I
was.  Made sense.  His poop chute hadn't been previously stuffed like mine
had.

   Soon after Gavin finished filling me, Deandre's plunger also bottomed
out.  Daniel was full.  "Now what?" I wondered.

   Daniel stood up very gingerly and scuttle-walked toward my feet.  Still
holding onto my poopinator, Scout Master Nick and Gavin moved out of the
way so that Daniel could slide in between my legs.  He looped his thin, tan
legs over mine and lay down.

   "That was awesome, Deandre," he said.  "I love being poopinated.  But
now the real fun with Brayden begins."

   Scout Master Nick and Dale worked on our poopinators.  I couldn't quite
tell what they were doing, but they both pumped up the second bulbs on the
devices.  I expected the inside part to get bigger or smaller, but I
couldn't feel anything.  Dale later explained that the pumping closed up
the poopinator so that nothing inside us boys could come out when they
worked on the next part of the process.

   What was the next part of the process?  When Dale and Scout Master Nick
had finished the pumping, they disconnected the plunger things.  They moved
Daniel and me closer and then attached a short length of clear plastic
tubing to both of our poopinators.  It fit perfectly and the men maneuvered
us so that Daniel and I were connected by the wide tubes that ran between
us.  We were about six inches apart at this point, pretty much poopinator
to poopinator.  The tube connecting the two parts in our butts had a small
little tube sticking up from it.  The purpose?  I had no idea but I would
soon.

   Anyway, once we were hooked up together, as Daniel called it, the men
released the bulbs they'd just pumped up.  Have you ever had to go potty
really bad and held it for a long time?  Then just as you start to squat
over the toilet your butt just lets it all go in one big whoosh?

   That's what it felt like.  My butt just opened up.  A bunch of poop
whooshed out.  But the only place it could go was into the tube connecting
Daniel and me.  Same thing happened for him I guess cuz he made a funny
noise that sounded a lot like the funny noise I made.

   "Okay, Brayden," he panted, "start pushing like you've gotta take a huge
dump.  Push hard."

   I did.  I could feel a mass of wet poop pushing out my hole.  Daniel
grunted and moaned louder than before.

   "Oh, fuck yeah!" he screamed.  "Fill me up poopy baby.  Fill me with
your pissy shit-shit."

   Now I knew what was going on.  As I was pushing the poop out of me, I
was pushing it into him.

   "Don't stop, motherfucker.  This hella kills.  Don't stop."

   I don't know if I could if I wanted to.  Finally letting out the mass of
shit that's been stuffed inside me felt so good, too sexy to stop.  Have
you ever had a poop that gave you a cum?  I have a couple of times.  Barely
touched myself and little Brayden was jumping around.  They're great and I
knew I was ready for one right then.  So I grabbed my poopoo smeared little
dink and started jerking on it as I forced more and more poop out of my gut
and into Daniel.  I could hear Daniel begging me to keep filling him.  I
could hear Deandre and the men around me cheering me on.

   And clearest of all that was Gavin's sweet, high voice.

   I did a poopy on the kitchen floor I did a poopy by the bathroom door I
did a poopy on my messy bed I did a poopy in the flower shed And I love to
do my poopies in my underpants And every time I do one I do the poopy dance

   I did a poopy on my Daddy's bed I did a poopy on on Brayden's head I did
a poopy on a dinner plate I ate that poopy and it tasted great And I love
to do my poopies in my underpants And every time I do one I do the poopy
dance

   I did a poopy in my friend Daniel's hand Then he poopied in my own small
hand I rubbed the poopy on his rock hard dick He rubbed his poopy on my
little stick And I love to do my poopies in my underpants And every time I
do one I do the poopy dance

   My big friend fucked me with his poopy cock He fucked me hard and my bed
did rock Then Daddy fucked me up my poopy ass He squirted in me and gave me
gas And I love to do my poopies in my underpants And every time I do one I
do the poopy dance

   Gavin's song had everyone laughing along with their cheering me and
Daniel.  Gavin's daddy told me one time later when I was at their home (and
yes, we had a filthy, sexy time) that Gavin has this thing where he can
make up songs right on the spot.  He's also got what's known as eidetic
memory which means he remembers almost everything.  But for him it's really
strong with music and tunes.

   So Gavin's cheering.  The other guys are cheering and laughing.  And I'm
pushing poopoo as hard as I can and jerking myself.

   Then Daniel yells, "Stop it!  I'm gonna burst!"

   I didn't.  I kept pushing and jacking and suddenly Daniel screamed
really loud, "I'm cumming motherfucker.  I'm cumming fucking damn it shit
fucker asshole poopoo eating cocksucker!"

   And I'm cumming too.  Only when my spasms started, I stopped pushing the
poop out.  For a brief moment, a very brief one, I felt like I wasn't so
completely stuffed with shit.  It felt like I still needed to shit, but not
as urgent as a couple of minutes earlier.  Then Daniel had the upper hand.
He was still swearing like a fucking trucker, but he was now the one
pushing.  I was filling back up again.  Filling and filling and filling
until I was as full as before.  Then he pushed even more and I was going to
explode pissy, poop Brayden insides all over.  I could even taste poopoo in
my mouth--not like before from eating it, but like it was coming right up
my gullet.

   And I was still cumming and it sounded like Daniel was too.  I didn't
think I could take any more shit pushed inside me so I tried to push back.
No luck.  It was still snaking in me.  I pushed again.  Still no luck. 
Then everything slowed, then stopped and slowly reversed from inside me.

   It's like a tug-o-war between Daniel and me only it's a
poopoo-push-o-war.  Back and forth we went.  I slowly came down from my cum
and then Daniel came down from his.  His daddy told us we'd cum without
stopping for at least 3 minutes.  We shoulda been exhausted, but the
sexiness, all the poopoo play, and the drugs kept us going.  Now we were
hysterical, laughing and forcing the shit that had been forced into us
earlier back and forth between us.  Then it started raining--raining Daniel
piss.

   "Sorry, Brayden.  I can't help it," he pleaded.  Only he could help it.
He was holding his dickie and aiming it right at me.  I tried to piss but
only ended up pushing harder.  No piss from Brayden!  But Deandre and Gavin
decided to join in the fun and they both started pissing on Daniel, then on
me, and then on each other.

   Finally, Daniel cried, "No more.  You win.  I'm exhausted.  I can't push
no more poop.  You win." I could feel all the pressure in my butt release.
I was going to take my victory over this beautiful, shit-covered boy with a
few more pushes, filling him back up so that his tummy puffed up like mine
was.  But I, too, was tired, so I couldn't do too much.  I think we were
both pretty equal with how full we were.  Only I knew that Gavin's super
turd was till inside me.

   Scout Master Nick knelt beside me and said, "There's one more part to
the poopinator play, Brayden.  Hang in there."

   Then Dale connected a small hose to the little tube sticking out of the
big one connecting Daniel and me.  Water!  Warm, almost hot water flowed
into the bigger tube and forced most of the filthy contents into each of
us. It was like getting an enema from a firehose.  Thank god it didn't last
long.  Then Dale and Scout Master Nick pumped the second bulb up so that
both poopinators closed up.  They then disconnected the large tubing that
had connected Daniel's and my poopinators.

   Having done this before, Daniel knew what to do.  He stood up, belly
distended and grimacing in cramps.  I stood up as well.  When I did, the
cramps overtook me.  Daniel beckoned to Deandre and Gavin.

   "Come on shit fuckers," he said menacingly.  "Down!" He pointed to the
space between us.  Gavin and Deandre complied, kneeling between us.

   "Turn around, Brayden," he directed me.  It was nauseatingly painful to
move, but I managed to turn around.  Daniel backed up to me and pressed his
back all the way down to his butt cheeks against my back and butt cheeks.

   "Okay, Daddy.  Let's give these two shit-eating, cocksucking, pig
fuckers what they deserve."

   I know it sounds funny for me to say, but even though Daniel sounded
angry, he also sounded like he was playing.  In love and playing at the
same time.

   Scout Master Nick and Dale worked in tandem at the first bulbs they'd
blown up earlier.  I could feel the plug inside me deflate.  As soon as
they were small enough to pull out without hurting us, the men yanked them
out in unison.  For the briefest of moments nothing happened.  And then at
the same time, Daniel and I erupted from our butt holes.  Great gushes of
poopoo and peepee gushed from us, spraying on the two boys underneath our
assholes.  Deandre and Gavin had their heads up, mouths open like little
birdies waiting to be fed.  Only they weren't being fed worms.  They were
being fed shit and lots of it.

   The major part of the flow slowed then stopped.  Daniel took a deep
breath then shot out five more splatters of peepee-poopoo.  I did the same,
but I was only able to get out four.  At last we were both pretty empty,
except I still had one major thing left inside me.  Gavin's super turd.  It
felt like it was right at my hole, ready to come out.  And Gavin knew it.
He got up on his knees and planted his lips against my hole.

   "Wet me have my supa tood back, pwease, Bwayden" he lisped around my
cheeks.

   I strained.  My hole was very loose from all the abuse it had taken.  So
the monster pushed out easily.  I looked over my shoulder to watch this
incredibly cute seven-year old, red headed boy (whose red hair was now
closer to brown).  As I strained, his cheeks bulged and he pulled back a
little so we could all watch.  The dark brown, three inch thick turd inched
its way into his mouth.  He shifted a little and tilted his head back.

   "Look at that!" I cried.  "The little shit eater's deep throating the
super turd!"

   When it had all passed through my asshole, Gavin had a good five or six
inches in his mouth and partly down his throat.  He stood up, turned me
around and pulled me down to his eye level.  I knew what he wanted.  I took
the end of the monster turd in my own mouth and pushed it in until Gavin
and I were lip to lip.  We were kissing around this massive piece of shit
he'd produced in his guts.

   He pulled back so that only the very end was in his mouth.  I did the
same.  Without saying a word, we simultaneously began chewing.  Chewing and
swallowing.  And moving ever closer until our lips touched once more.  When
we were finally done eating, we let our tongues explore each other's
mouths, cleaning bits of poop out of each other's teeth.

   I was--at last--a completely perverted, shit eater.  So was my little
buddy.

   When we parted, the men and boys surrounding us started cheering for us.
Daniel pulled me to him and hugged me tightly.

   "Happy birthday, Poopoo Baby," he said quietly.  "You're one of us, now.
You've now got three poopy caca doodoo boyfriends.  We love you, you know."

   We were all pooped and fucked out.  It was time for a rest. 
Everyone--except Scout Master Chris who had to go back to the office--lay
down.  Us boys on the shitty, filthy, dirty mattress, the men on one of the
clean ones.  
Scout Master Tim passed among us and gave each of us
two pills: another Cialis and one I didn't recognize but thought was
probably that great sex pill that was even better than Ecstasy.  (I was
right!)

   "These will take effect in about an hour," he told us.  "By then you
should be rested and ready for more play.  Until then, take a nap."

   We did as he suggested.  By the time us boys woke up, all the poopies on
us had dried and was crusty.  And we were hungry.  So started the second
part of Daniel and my special poopoo party.  But that's a story for another
time.