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 Chang Foo Young (b/b, oral, anal, ws, scat) by Coproman



   I met David Chang on my first day of junior high school.  I was twelve
years old and very nervous, not only about being at a new school and
starting the seventh grade but doing both in a brand new neighborhood,
which my family and I had moved into only a month ago.  As I crept into the
classroom, the only available seat was next to David, so I walked over,
gave him a little nod and sat down.

   Having lived in Harlem before we moved to midtown Manhattan, I had seen
Chinese people all my life, but only at the Chinese laundry or the Chinese
restaurant, where the extent of my interaction with them had been handing
over money and picking up clothes or food.  Behind their backs, my friends
and I had often made fun of their broken English.  But David was the first
Chinese I'd met as a compatriot, and as I got to know him I discovered that
he was very different from those I'd encountered before.  His English was
impeccable (indeed, he spoke it better than I did), he enjoyed basketball,
and he preferred pizza to Chinese food.  We quickly became pals.

   I was also developing other feelings for David, feelings I couldn't
share since I was afraid of how he might react.  I was absolutely
fascinated by his silky black hair, his round face, his narrow eyes, and
even his relatively flat ass (since it was so different from the prominent
round butts I usually encountered among my black friends), so I always
tried to find an excuse to get physically close to him, to touch him, to
smell him, because it was such a turn-on.  Being that we were in an
advanced class, where we were usually out of our seats working on some
special project, it was fairly easy for me to lean against or next to David
without arousing too much suspicion.  After all, the last thing I wanted
was for him to figure out what I was up to, call me a "queer," and avoid
me.

   My discretion, however, only led to a buildup of frustration.  I wanted
so much to play with David sexually that, as I lay in bed at night, I
constantly fantasized about it, imagining that he was lying on top of me,
pumping his prick in and out of my mouth then shooting a humongous load of
sperm either down my throat or all over my face, his personal reminder to
me of why there were a billion Chinese people on Earth.  But it seemed more
and more that fantasizing about David was all I would ever get to do,
because I just didn't see any way to approach him.

   Then one day, it just happened.  During a gym class, I managed to goad
David into a wrestling match, challenging him to try to pin me.  Once we
got going, I deliberately maneuvered myself around until I was underneath
him and he was practically sitting on my face.  Closing my eyes, I took a
deep breath and thrust my head up, sticking my nose directly in the crack
of his ass.  Flinching, he quickly lifted off me, turned around and peered
down at me like I was crazy, as he pulled the material of his shorts from
between his ass cheeks.  At first I thought, Shit!  I blew it!  I was so
sure I had revealed myself.  But surprisingly he smiled and, after quickly
glancing around to see if anyone was watching, sat down on my face and
wiggled his ass for a few seconds before lifting up again.  His unexpected
action turned me on so much that I had to excuse myself and go to the
bathroom to jack off before our gym class even finished.

   Afterwards, in the locker room, I deliberately avoided David, fearing
that seeing him naked would give me an embarrassing hard-on.  But in our
math class the following period, David slipped me a note when the teacher
turned to write on the blackboard.  It read, "Want to come over to my house
after school?  My Mom and Dad won't be home till 6:00." My heart was racing
and my mouth went dry, but I managed to glance over at David and nod my
head.  He smiled and nodded back; then we both went back to doing our
classwork...or at least I tried to.  I was so excited by the prospect of
being alone with the object of my lust that I was unable to focus on
anything the teacher was saying.  I was relieved when the period ended
without his asking me any questions.

   After school I was reluctant to accompany David to his house.  My
twelve-year-old brain kept telling me that whoever saw us together would
automatically know what we were up to and start spreading nasty little
rumors about us.  So I walked about half a block behind him, craning my
neck to keep him in sight as he made his way home.  After following him for
five or six blocks, I finally saw him turn into the lobby of a building,
and I hurried to catch up with him.  By the time I got there, David was on
the other side of the locked lobby door making faces at me through the
window.  Only after I mouthed the word "please" several times did he open
it for me.

   As David and I rode up together in the elevator, we were both quiet.  I
tried to look in every direction except his, snatching glances at him only
when he wasn't looking my way.  I was excited not only by the idea that we
were getting together strictly to engage in some nasty play with each other
but also because I had no idea what we would wind up doing.  It was a
wide-open field.  All I knew was that I couldn't wait to experience David's
appetizing Asian body in whatever way he'd let me.

   When we got to David's apartment, he took a key from around his neck and
opened the door.  It was dark inside but David called out to his mom and
dad anyway to confirm that neither of them was at home.  Satisfied that we
were alone, he closed the front door and put the chain on it to make sure
they wouldn't surprise us later on.

   "Let's go in my room," said David, and I eagerly followed the boy, my
dick getting harder with every step.

   Like mine, David's room was that of a typical 12-year-old boy, with
posters of sports figures on the walls and all kinds of toys, games, and
clothes scattered about.  Dropping his books on his desk, he pulled off his
cap and jacket and invited me to do the same; after I did, he tossed all
our stuff on the chair next to his desk.  He then kicked off his sneakers
and flopped onto his bed, putting his hands behind his head and his knees
up as he stared at me.

   "So did you like smellin' my butt?" he asked, smiling.

   Embarrassed, I just stared down at the floor.

   "Don't worry," he said.  "It's okay.  That's why I went ahead and sat on
your face, when I saw that's what you wanted.  But then I thought you might
want even more.  That's why I asked you if you wanted to come over here."

   I glanced up at him and smiled.  When David saw this, he hopped up, a
gleam in his eye, and said, "Hey, take off your clothes, lie down face up
on my bed and close your eyes.  I have a present for you." And he dashed
out of the room, closing the door behind him.

   Curious and excited about what he had in mind, I quickly stripped,
piling my clothes atop the others on the chair, and lay down on David's
bed. After focusing on the stucco patterns on his ceiling for a while, I
closed my eyes.  About a minute later, David tapped on the door.

   "Are you lying down?" he asked.

   "Yeah."

   "Are your eyes closed?"

   "Yeah."

   "Good.  Now just stay that way till I tell you to open them, okay?"

   "Okay."

   As I lay there, I began to imagine all kinds of weird and wonderful
possibilites, but my musing were interrupted when I heard the door open. 
For several seconds, there was nothing, and I figured that David was
probably checking out my six-inch prong, which was lying hard and hot
against my stomach.  Soon, though, I felt the mattress move and heard it
creak, which let me know that David had joined me on the bed.  I wasn't
sure what he was doing, because he kept moving around.  Another thirty
seconds passed before he finally gave me the permission I longed for.

   "Okay, open your eyes."

   When I did, I was more than a little surprised to see David's naked ass
hovering only inches over my face!  For months I'd wondered what his
pre-teen Chinese asshole looked like; now it was staring me right in the
eye--a gently-puckered pale pink opening--and it took every ounce of
self-control I could muster to keep from prematurely shooting my load. 
Suddenly David lowered his ass even closer to my face and farted, his
putrid gas puffing directly into my nostrils.  Before giving me a chance to
react, he sat down right on my face.

   "Smell it!" David yelled, rocking his ass.  "Stick your nose up my ass
and smell that stink fart!"

   I don't know if he was really expecting me to smell it, so he may have
been surprised to hear me sniffing, as I attempted to inundate myself in
the offensive odor.  After a couple of minutes, probably thinking that he
had subjected me to more than enough anal abuse, David started to rise. 
But when I felt him lifting up, I grabbed his thighs, holding him in place.

   "So you LIKE it, huh?" David asked, and I could hear the satisfaction in
his voice.  When I hummed a yes, he sat even harder on my face, so hard it
felt like my nose was going to break.  Then he lifted up again, but only
enough to deliver another fart, this one silently blasting out of his
asshole and saturating the air with an awful smell.  And, of course, he sat
right back down on my face again, trapping the fetid scent in my nose. 
Every rational instinct I possessed told me to push the source of this
terrible smell off my face; but by then my perverted side had taken over
and I actually tightened my grip on David's thighs and inhaled deeply,
breathing in every iota of his reeking ass gas.

   "Yeah!  Do your nasty thing, fart freak!"

   As soon as I heard that, I moved up a little, pulling my nose out of
David's anus and plastering my lips over it.  I then thrust my tongue as
far up inside the boy's asshole as I could, making him shudder.

   "Oh, shit!" David gasped, and I knew right away that I had struck a
nerve, because only once before, when he'd gotten particularly angry during
a punchball game, had I ever heard him use that word.  "Yeah, lick my ass!
Lick the shit out of it, freak!"

   I eagerly wormed my tongue around in David's smelly anus, searching for
the leftover shit that I was both hopeful and afraid of finding.  Never
before had I done anything so dirty, and a part of me was convinced that it
would lead to my catching some terrible disease.  But that other part of
me--the part that was making my heart race and keeping my dick as hard as a
rock--kept telling me that David was a healthy pre-teen who showed no
evidence of being ill in any way.  So I dismissed my reservations and gave
in to my passion, enjoying the experience of having my face trapped under
the Chinese boy's ass and my tongue buried in his rectum.

   After a while, though, both David and I realized that I needed to
breathe, so he lifted up long enough for me to catch some air then spun
around, giving me my first look at his hard-on.  When I saw it I gasped.  I
had seen David's dick more than a few times--when I'd "accidentally" caught
a glimpse of it in the locker room or in the bathroom (when the "only"
urinal available to me just happened to be right next to the one he was
using)--and I can't say that I was impressed.  What I'd seen was, at the
most, two inches long.  But now, at full erection, it was more than twice
that length--at least five inches!--and it bobbed temptingly in my face,
with a drop of pre-orgasm fluid leaking from the piss slit and a nice
plum-sized sac of balls hanging beneath it.  I glanced up at David and saw
him smiling down at me.

   "Since you like licking my butt, what do you think about sucking my
dick?"

   To answer him, I pursed my lips into a medium-sized "O" and closed my
eyes.  Two seconds later I felt the smooth, hard knob of David's dick
pushing into my mouth.  After fucking it between my lips a few times, he
suddenly plunged the whole thing in, lodging the head in my throat.  I was
about to gag when he quickly pulled back again, making me gasp loudly then
cough.

   "You okay?"

   When I nodded, he told me to scoot down a little.  Leaning over me on
all fours, he put his cock back between my lips then eased himself down
until the entire length of his hard-on was once again fully housed in my
mouth while his balls rested on my chin.  Almost instinctively I reached up
and grabbed his ass cheeks, letting him know that now I was okay with
having his cock head in my throat.

   Propping himself up on his palms, David immediately began to pump his
hips, driving his dick into my mouth and forcing me to learn quickly how to
breathe through my nose and not swallow my saliva.  After also adjusting
the angle of my head a little, I was able to take David's pistoning pole
much more easily.  And as he began to fuck my mouth with authority, I
remember wondering if this would count as losing his virginity.

   "God, this feels so good!" David moaned as he continued to shove his
schlong in my mouth, his balls slapping against my chin.  "So do you like
sucking my dick?"

   "Mm-hm," I responded.

   "And you want me to come in your mouth, right?"

   "Mm-hm."

   "Good, 'cause that's just what I'm gonna do."

   Right after that, David sped up his strokes, his crotch battering my
face as he violently drove his dong in and out of my mouth.  Suddenly he
grunted, stiffened, and thrust his cock as far down my throat as he could,
nearly choking me.

   "Nnngghh!  Shit!  I'm coming!"

   And with his groin plastered against my face, David's whole body began
to quake, as if an electric current were passing through it, and his dick
began to throb, spurting stream after stream of sticky Chinese come
straight down my throat.

   "Yeah, swallow my sperm!" David urged me.  "Drink it all!"

   "Mmmmmmmm!" I moaned, grateful that the reality of David coming in my
mouth was more than living up to the fantasy, as a river of semen flowed
into my tummy.  And as I sucked down the surprisingly abundant product of
the Asian pre-teen's gonads, I felt smugly satisfied that those millions of
microscopic sperm cells that he had been carrying around in his genitals
all day at school were now swimming around in my stomach.

   When David finished emptying his balls in my mouth, he continued to lie
on top of me for a few minutes, his dick slowly shrinking, as he waited for
his breathing to return to normal.  When it finally did, he tried to get
up, but I wouldn't let him, holding fast to his flat butt and closing my
lips just enough to hold his dick in my mouth.

   "Hey, let me up," David said.  "I gotta do something."

   "Nh-nn," I responded, shaking my head slightly to indicate that I would
not comply.

   "No, you don't understand," he continued.  "I gotta take a leak, and I
can't hold it."

   Again he tried to get up, and again I held him in place.  Now, suddenly,
David realized that I DID understand...and what I wanted.

   "Are you sure?" he asked.  "'Cause I gotta go real bad."

   "Mm-hm," I hummed, giving his ass a little go-ahead squeeze.

   Again the rational part of me couldn't believe what I was doing.  I was
actually refusing to let David up to use the bathroom, even though I knew
damn well what the result of my action would be.  That part of me was
screaming, "Have you lost your mind?!  Let him go!" But the deep dark part
of me was now totally in control, and I could hear it laughing as it made
me clutch David's ass cheeks even harder.

   Not saying a word, David just lay on top of me, no longer attempting to
get up.  I could hear his steady, even breathing, but I could also feel how
tense he was.  Apparently he was having trouble getting his body to relax
enough to release into my mouth what it would easily have released into the
toilet bowl.  So I began to slide my hands over David's buns--slowly,
sensually--and after a short while, I heard him sigh and felt all the
tension drain out of him.  Seconds later a small warm stream began to fill
my mouth.  It had a bland taste to it, and before that rational part of me
got a chance to remind me of what it was, I began to swallow.

   "Fuck," David moaned, and hearing him say this really turned me on,
because I had never heard him use "the F word," even when he was angry, so
the fact that I had moved him enough emotionally to dredge it out of him
made me feel triumphant.

   By now, piss was gushing out of David's cock, flooding my mouth, forcing
me to gulp it down as fast as it came out of him, and with every mouthful I
swallowed I heard a voice from somewhere inside me clearly say, "You're
drinking piss straight from another boy's dick.  You're letting him use
your mouth for a toilet.  And you love it.  You are one sick motherfucker."
But hearing this voice only convinced me to continue the nasty activity to
give both David and myself something special to remember about our first
sexual encounter.

   After I had swallowed what seemed like a gallon of piss, David finally
finished peeing in my mouth.  He then climbed off my face and lay face-down
beside me with his arms at his side and his eyes closed.  Then he began to
inch over, slowly pushing me to the side.  I got the message and moved all
the way over to the side of the bed, allowing him to take my place in the
center.  With his eyes still closed, he reached over, took hold of my
wrist, and placed my hand on his ass.  Smiling, I rubbed it for a while,
gingerly running my fingers back and forth over the smooth globes, as David
began to hump the sheets in slow motion.  When I finally dared to explore
his ass crack and poked the tip of my finger into his anus, he thrust his
ass up as high as he could, damn near impaling himself on my finger. 
Although we had not discussed it, David seemed to know instinctively that I
was not exclusively a bottom and was actually looking forward to planting
my pole where my finger was.  What's more, he seemed to be as willing to
surrender his ass to me as I had been to surrender my mouth to him.

   That's when I got on top of David, sitting back on my haunches with my
knees on either side of his thighs.  For the next few minutes I just drank
in his magnificent nakedness.  My eyes moved slowly from his straight black
hair, to the back of his neck, to his smooth back, to his flat, narrow ass,
along his legs, to what I could see of his feet then up again, all the way
back to his head.  I then pressed the heels of my hands into his back and
began moving them up and down, from his waist to his shoulders, giving him
a deep massage, causing him to moan in pleasure.  On the final trip down, I
settled my palms on his ass cheeks and used my thumbs to pull open his
asshole.

   I bent my head down to get a good whiff of the pink orifice.  Despite
the tongue washing I'd given it earlier, it still smelled of shit.  But
this just turned me on all the more, because it made me realize that there
was probably something more lurking inside the Chinese boy's anal canal. 
To see if I was right, I kept my hold on his left cheek and jammed the
middle finger of my right hand up his ass, twisting it as I did so.

   "Nngh!" David grunted, his rectum tightening around my finger as I
probed him.  After digging around for a few seconds, I slowly pulled my
finger out of him.  I was excited to see the brown streaks on it and the
tiny brown lump under my fingernail.  I held the finger up to my nose and
sniffed its pungent odor; then, before allowng myself to think about what I
was doing, I popped that finger right in my mouth, sucking it clean of the
fecal coating.  I was glad that David didn't look back at me at that time,
because, for some reason, I didn't want him to see me do what I'd just
done.

   After reinspecting my finger and finding it shitless, I again spread
David's ass cheeks apart, once more exposing his anus.  Still not lifting
his head, David reached over to his nightstand and groped around until he
found a small jar, which he handed to me.

   "Here," he said.  "Use this."

   It was Vaseline, and as I took it from him, I wondered if he had ever
done this before.  But I decided not to dwell on this.  Instead I dipped a
healthy dollop out of the jar and began to spread it liberally on his
asshole, making sure to insert first one then a second finger up his ass.
When I was able to slip them in and out without making David wince, I wiped
them off on my super-erect prong.  I then sat back again and once more
surveyed David's beautiful nude figure, but this time I mainly focused on
his ass cheeks and the glint of Vaseline that I could just see between
them.

   Again I spread his anus open with my left hand, but this time I used my
right to grasp the shaft of my dick, so I could guide the head inside. 
Once I was sure that I was on target, I placed both hands on David's waist
and began to lean forward, steadily pressing the blunt knob of my cock into
the narrow entrance to the Chinese boy's bowels.

   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" David cried, as his anus resisted my invading ramrod. 
But the combination of the lubrication and my determination to get inside
the pre-teen boy proved too much for the defenseless little hole, and about
thirty seconds later I breached his rear end, the head of my dick pushing
past his anal sphincter to lodge in his shit tunnel.

   "Oooooo!" David moaned into his pillow, as his ass ring quickly closed
around my glans, trapping it inside his back door.

   Instead of fucking him right away, I held my ground, keeping myself
propped up on my hands, allowing David time to adjust to the feeling of the
fat head of my cock stretching his shithole open.  For me, the sensation
was incredible.  Not only did David's pooper have a strangle hold on my
dick head, it was also spasming like mad around it, and I couldn't wait to
feel that same sensation along the entire length of my boner.  So instead
of keeping completely still, I began to lean forward again, pushing my
erection inside him a fraction of an inch at a time until, before either of
us realized it, half my pole was stuck up his ass.  Then, taking a deep
breath, I thrust my hips forward, forcing the remaining three inches of my
dick into David's virgin shitbox.

   "Nngh!" he groaned, as his rectum reluctantly expanded to accommodate my
insistent hard-on.  Then he took a deep breath, turned his head to the
side, and asked, "Are you in all the way?"

   "Yeah," I said.  "How does it feel?"

   "At first it hurt.  Now it just feels like I have to take a major crap."
Then he turned his head back around, again pressing his face into the
pillow, and as soon as he did that, I felt his asshole flexing on my dick,
stimulating me to no end.

   "So can I go ahead?"

   "Go ahead and what?" David's muffled voice inquired.

   "Do you."

   "Do WHAT to me?"

   I smiled because only then did I realize that David wanted to hear me
tell him what I was going to do, so I said, "Fuck the shit out of your
fuckin' Chinese ass."

   I felt a little shiver pass through David's body; then he asked, "You
gonna fuck me hard?"

   I was about to ask him how hard he wanted to be fucked when I suddenly
heard myself saying, "Damn right.  I'm gonna fuck you so hard that if
there's any shit in there, I'm gonna push it all the way the fuck back up
your ass."

   Again I felt David shiver, after which he said, "So go ahead and do it.
I dare you."

   That's all I needed to hear.  Propping myself up on my hands, I began to
slowly pull my dick out of David's asshole, which took some effort, since
his anal muscles were clinging to it so fiercely.  Finally, though, I
managed to withdraw all but the head, upon which I looked down at my shaft.
I smiled when I saw that, just like my finger, it was streaked with the
light-brown contents of David's colon.  But I examined it only briefly,
because I was eager to push it back inside my friend's poop chute, which I
did only a few seconds later, causing David to exhale breathily when I hit
bottom.  Then I quickly pulled out and drove in again, the Vaseline and
David's stretched shithole making those moves fairly easy to accomplish. 
Only a few strokes later, I was banging David's butt at a pretty good pace.

   Since I now knew that my friend was into hearing me say out loud what
was going on, I lay down on top of him, put my lips right next to his ear
and asked, "What am I doin', David?"

   "Fucking me," he moaned.

   "Fuckin' you where?"

   "In my ass."

   "In your shitty Chinese ass?"

   "Yeah, in my shitty Chinese ass."

   "And how does it feel?"

   "It feels sooo fucking good."

   I paused, smiling, then asked, "And when I'm done fuckin' you, what do
you want me to do?"

   "I want you to shoot your come in me."

   "In you WHERE?"

   "In my shitty Chinese ass," David panted.

   Now I had a much better understanding of why the talking was so
important to David, because my questions and his responses had also excited
me, so much that my dick was like a steel rod, and I was slamming it into
that Asian ass so hard that I swore David's bed was going to come crashing
down.

   Pressing my palms into the small of David's smooth back, I propped
myself up again and really began to work at the twelve-year-old's asshole,
the constant smack!  smack!  smack!  of my crotch against his buns and the
accompanying "Ungh!  Ungh!  Ungh!" from David's open mouth adding to the
cacophony of the squeaking mattress, creaking bedframe, and clattering
headboard, as I rode him hard towards an orgasmic finish line.

   "Fuck me!" David suddenly yelled out.  "Stick that big black dick all
the way up my fucking ass!  Shove my shit right back up my asshole!"

   Hearing that, I got this weird image of my dick as a two-foot-long
battering ram repeatedly thrusting against David's descending turd until I
actually managed to move it in the other direction, forcing it back up
inside him, making him shit in reverse!  And the idea that I could indeed
be causing something so unnatural to happen up inside David's body pushed
me right over the edge.

   "Fuck!  I'm comin'!" I grabbed two handsful of David hair and yanked,
snapping his head back and making him yelp.  "Take it, David!" I shouted.
"Take it right up your shitty fuckin' Chinese ass!"

   My whole body began to quiver and my dick began to pulsate as I shot my
load into David's shithole, blasting ball juice deep into his bowels.

   "Oo!  Oo!  Oo!" David hooted with each stream of spunk that spurted into
him, and he also responded internally, as his sphincter contracted around
my shaft; then he shouted, "Shoot your sperm all the way up my ass!"

   I tried to do exactly that, letting go of his hair and pressing my
crotch hard against his ass in an attempt to jam every millimeter of my
cock into his puckered port and coat his colon with come.

   "Shit, this feels so good," I moaned, as I lay on top of David, rubbing
my face in his hair while my shrinking dick continued to throb inside his
asshole.  "So you liked gettin' fucked up the ass, huh?" I whispered, my
lips again right beside his ear.

   "Mm-hm," he responded.

   "And how did it feel when I came in there?"

   "Good."

   Then, for whatever reason, I thought about something David had said
earlier, and it suddenly became very important for me to know if it was
still the case.  I hesitated for a moment, propping myself up on my elbows,
then asked, "So do you still feel like you have to take a shit?"

   "More than ever."

   I don't know what came over me, but suddenly I was super-excited at the
prospect of watching David go to the bathroom.  I got a picture in my head
of him sitting nude on the toilet and hearing his turds hitting the water
in the bowl, and my dick instantly started getting hard all over again.

   "So...umm...can I watch?"

   "Watch what?"

   "Watch you go."

   David turned his head around far enough to look me in the eye, but as
soon as our eyes met, I looked away from him, embarrassed.

   "You mean, you wanna watch me take a shit?"

   Still avoiding his gaze, I quickly nodded then said, "I know it's kinda
weird--I'm not even sure why I wanna do it--so if you don't wanna--"

   "No," David said, cutting me off.  "It's okay.  I don't mind.  Besides,
it's no weirder than anything else we've done today."

   I was so relieved to hear him say this that I thanked him and
immediately began to withdraw my semi-hard dong from his asshole.  When it
finally popped out, I heard David gasp.  Sitting back on my haunches, I
looked down and was delighted to see how much shit was sticking to the
crown, because this meant that David indeed had to go.  I was also amazed
to see how much David's anus had opened to accommodate my dick.  The little
pale-pink pucker that I had poked my fingers into was now a ruddy inch-wide
hole; then David flexed his sphincter a couple of times and I was surprised
to see my sperm begin to seep out of that hole, oozing all the way down his
ass crack and onto his balls.  Somehow I had the idea that my sperm would
just stay inside him; it never occurred to me that it would roll right back
out.  But then, this was my very first time fucking anyone, and I realized
that I still had a lot to learn about how things worked.

   I turned my attention back to my dirty dick.  The idea that I had dug
shit out of the depths of David's bowels was fascinating, and the longer I
stared at the glistening brown lump, the more intrigued I became, because
the more it began to remind me of one of the chunks of chicken from my last
order of General Tso's Chicken from the Chinese restaurant; and the moment
this occurred to me, I scooped David's shit off my dick and popped it in my
mouth.  Just like when I'd sucked off my shitty fingers, I was again
thankful that David hadn't suddenly turned around and caught me doing this,
because I wasn't quite ready for him to know just how much of a pervert I
was.  With the little turd safely in my mouth, I just held it there until
it started to dissolve, at which time I swallowed it--just as David scooted
from underneath me and sat up on the bed.  When he looked over at me, I
just smiled and licked my lips, tickled to death that, without his
knowledge, I had done something so gross with his poop.

   "Well, let's go," David said, "'cause I can't wait much longer."

   As I followed David into the bathroom, the lingering essence of his shit
seemed to get stronger in my nose and mouth, stimulating my taste buds like
a strange appetizer to the point that, by the time we got to the bathroom,
I was hungry for more of what his bowels were holding.  And just as it had
been when David told me he needed to pee, I knew I needed to seize this
rare opportunity to allow free reign to my dark side.  I just hoped that
David would be as open to it as he had been to my wanting to watch him
shit.

   "David?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Ummm...I wanna watch from a special position."

   "How?"

   "...from underneath."

   He looked at me, puzzled.  "What do you mean?"

   "I mean, instead of sitting on the toilet, can you squat over me?"

   "But if I do that--" Instantly a look of both surprise and understanding
crossed David's face.  "You mean, you want me to go ON you?!"

   "Uhh...sort of."

   After gazing at me for a few seconds more, David's mouth suddenly
dropped open and his eyes got wider than I'd ever seen them get.  "Oh,
shit! You want me to do it in your face!"

   Again feeling embarrassed, I again just nodded, this time staring down
at the floor to avoid looking at him.  But I could feel him continuing to
stare at me, as if he were trying to figure out exactly what kind of total
freak he had brought home with him.  After not hearing a response from him
for well over a minute, I decided to look at him.  I wasn't quite sure what
to make of the devilish little smile I saw on his face, and I was even more
confused when, this time, David averted his gaze.

   "I have to admit something to you," he finally said.

   "What?"

   "When I was sitting on your face farting, I started thinking about what
it would be like to take a shit in your mouth."

   "Really?" I asked, elated that David's dark side meshed so well with my
own.  "And did you imagine me...like...eating it?"

   He looked at me again and, after hesitating, said, "Yeah."

   My smile widened as I said, "Well, guess what?"

   Neither David nor I had to say another word after that.  Opening up the
hamper, he rummaged through it until he came up with two dirty towels,
which he spread out end-to-end on the tiled floor.  I said "thanks" and
quickly stretched out face-up on them.  The perspective from down there was
strange.  As I examined the ceiling tiles I imagined that if the toilet
bowl had eyes, it might see something similar to what I was gazing at, at
least between occupants.  Suddenly David was staring down at me with a look
of concern.

   "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked.  "I mean, if not, I can
always just sit on the toilet."

   To answer him, I vigorously shook my head then opened my mouth as wide
as I could.  When David saw this, his smile returned, and he said, "Okay.
I'll try to do it as slow as I can, so you don't choke on it." But then he
moved his face closer to me and added, "But you better fucking eat it all."

   That last little admonishment made my already re-hardened dick even
harder, because that bottom part of me wanted to be "forced" to perform
this disgusting act, maybe in appeasing the so-called "normal" part of me,
which was wondering why I would ever do it voluntarily.  But before I had a
chance to think further about these opposing parts of my personality,
David's smooth light-skinned ass was hovering over my face.

   Right away I compared the way his anus looked now to the way it looked
right before he'd farted in my face.  At the moment it was swelled up much
more and was pursed open enough for me to see the beginning of a warm brown
turd inside it.  Again the image of General Tso's Chicken came to me, but
now it carried over to the notion of my Chinese friend feeding me his
personal brand of homemade Chinese food, the kind you could only get on
special order after he'd stuffed himself with pizza.

   "Fuck," David sighed, "here it comes."

   I watched as David's asshole stretched open wider and wider and his shit
began to inch out.  It had an overpowering odor that was even stronger than
his farts had been, but by that time I was so consumed by my perverse
passion that the smell only served to turn me on even more, for it left no
question as to what I was about to do.

   Trembling with nervous anticipation, I stuck out my tongue to guide the
approaching turd into my mouth.  When it finally pushed in, its
now-familiar flat taste nearly made me swoon, but it was filling my mouth
so rapidly that I was afraid I wouldn't be able to handle it.  However,
David apparently remembered what he'd said about not letting me choke,
because he suddenly squeezed his sphincter shut, stopping the bombardment
and giving me a chance to consume what was packed in my mouth.  He then
turned around and stared into my face, frowning as he watched me bite into
the brown lumps and begin to chew but obviously too fascinated by what he
saw to turn away.

   "Oooo!" David cooed, tugging at his stiffy as I smacked loudly on his
shit.  "That's so nasty!" Then I saw a little smile cross his face.  "So
does my shit taste good?" I nodded.  "I still gotta go.  Can I shit the
rest in your mouth?" Again I nodded.  "First let me see you swallow what's
already in there."

   I hurriedly chewed the remainder of David's turd, gulped it down, and
stuck out my tongue.  As he inspected my empty mouth, David's frown
returned.

   "Damn, I can't believe you ate my shit.  I didn't think you'd really do
it."

   "Give me more," I heard myself saying.  "Feed me your whole load."

   "Okay, you fuckin' toilet," said David, and I was again turned on not
only from being put down but from hearing such dirty words come out of my
Chinese friend's mouth.

   Seconds later David's ass was again poised over my face and his pink
pucker was pushing another thick turd into my mouth.  Now the exhibitionist
in me began to surface and I suddenly imagined all the attractive boys in
our school--every kid that I'd ever fantasized sexually about--crowded
around us, ewwing and aahing in both disgust and delight as they watched me
eat shit straight out of David's anus, while waiting their turns to dump
their own smelly loads in my mouth.  I snapped out my daydream only when I
realized that my mouth was again brimming with shit and David was again
staring into my face.

   "Let me see you flush again, toilet."

   For the second time, I dutifully chomped on my friend's bulky excrement,
actually enjoying the feel of it squishing between my teeth, and swallowed,
again sticking out my shit-coated tongue for his inspection.  For a moment
I thought about how my day had gone from sitting in a classroom, thinking
how I would never get together sexually with David, to lying on the floor
of his bathroom, greedily gobbling down his shit.  You just never know when
life is going to hand you a golden-brown opportunity!

   "I still gotta go," David suddenly said, "and when I finish, I want you
to clean my asshole, ya hear?"

   Again I just nodded, but this time when David squatted over my face, I
held on to his thighs and sealed my lips over his anus, turning my
esophagus into an extension of his rectum.  And in so doing, when David
began to shit again, I didn't even chew; I just let the length of his turd
slide down my throat as if I were a circus sword swallower.

   "Nnnnnnnn!" I groaned, my head swimming and my arousal peaking as the
cute Chinese boy's shit pushed into my stomach.

   "Fuck!" David moaned.  "Eat my fuckin' shit, toilet!  Eat it ALL!"

   I heard myself making sounds I'd never made before--loud, strangling
noises erupting from the back of my throat--as I choked down the thick
chunks of Chinese crap.  But despite the problems I was having, I had no
intention of backing off until everything in David's bowels had found its
way into my belly.  If I was truly going to be a human toilet, I knew I
couldn't go half way; I had to see things through to the end.

   After several more minutes of groaning, gulping, and squirming, as I
struggled to slurp down David's shit, I felt a final small turd plop into
my mouth, after which the anal expulsion ceased.  David continued to push,
but his puckering pooper emitted nothing more: He had completely emptied
his bowels in my mouth and, to my astonishment, I had swallowed it all! 
Detaching my lips from the boy's asshole, I took a deep breath and gently
inserted my tongue in the expanded opening, causing David to moan, and
began to clean it as thoroughly as I could, licking both the inside and the
outside of the pouting pucker.

   As I was finishing up my toilet-paper task, I was surprised to feel
David bend over, grasp my super-hard cock, and plunge the head into his
mouth.  By that time I was so horny that all it took was a few trips of his
lips up and down my pole to set off my orgasm.

   "Fuck!  I'm comin'!" I yelled.  "Take it right in your pussy mouth!"

   Once more my head began to swim as a flood of sperm exploded out of my
cock and shot down David's throat, nearly gagging him.  When this happened,
I was just as surprised as David.  Being that, only a little while ago, I
had pumped a shitload of spunk up his ass, I never expected to shoot so
much so soon afterwards.  But David quickly caught up with the sudden flow,
eventually swallowing everything my pulsating prong spat out.

   At the same time, David was rocking his hips, sliding his now
fully-recharged dick back and forth across my nose, lips and chin faster
and faster, while his balls bumped over my forehead and eyelids.  Then I
heard him gasp, and before I knew what was happening, I was drenched in
Chinese come, as David ejaculated all over my face.  Again I was surprised,
this time that David's second load was at least as big as mine, and I
smiled as I stuck my tongue out to catch the last flying drops of his
semen.

   For the next several minutes, the two of us just lay there, David still
on top of me, his balls and penis pressing against my sperm-spattered face
and the head of my dick still between his lips.  After a while he crawled
off me, climbed into the bathtub, and closed the shower curtain.  Seconds
later I heard the water running; then an arm appeared from behind the
curtain with a finger beckoning me over.  Smiling, I got up and joined my
friend in the bathtub.

   I'd never had so much fun taking a shower.  We giggled like little girls
as we soaped each other up and watched each other rinse off.  By the time
we had finished and were toweling off, we were both getting hard again. 
I'm sure that, like me, David was thinking about a final farewell suck-off,
but since it was getting late, we managed to resist that urge and dash back
to his bedroom to get dressed.

   Once we had our clothes back on it was, oddly enough, hard for us to
look at each other.  David led me to the front door and we both stood there
staring down at the floor.

   "Well," he said, "guess I'll see you tomorrow at school."

   "Okay," I said, "and...uhh...thanks for inviting me over.  I had a nice
time."

   "Yeah, me too," David said, and we simultaneously lifted our gazes and
shared a knowing smile.

   I wanted to ask him when we could get together again, but I was suddenly
very eager to get back home.  So when David opened the door, I raced to the
elevator.  Only after it came and the door opened did I stop and give
David, who was still standing in the doorway of his apartment, a quick
wave. Then, just like that, I stepped inside, the door closed and I was on
my way to the lobby.

   Once outside I began the long walk to my new home.  On the way, I saw a
short, attractive Chinese woman, who looked a lot like Mrs.  Chang, walking
in the opposite direction.  I gave her a little smile as we passed each
other, but I don't think she noticed.  As I continued to walk, I replayed
the brief encounter, imagining this time that I had stopped her, spoken,
and discovered that she was indeed David's mom.  We would then have
exchanged pleasantries, with her asking me how I was doing in school.  I
would have let her know and then, as casually as you please, also mentioned
how I had just come from her house and what her son and I had done,
sadistically enjoying the look of total shock and horror on her face as I
described in graphic detail how I had sucked his dick, swallowed his come,
drunk his piss, fucked him up the ass, and eaten his shit.  And as I played
out this sick scenario in my head, feeling my dick getting harder by the
second, I promised myself that, no matter what, I would not jack off when I
got home.  After all, the son of the woman I had just dreamed about
offending might invite me to his house again the very next day and, like
the Boy Scout motto says, I needed to "Be prepared."


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