Homeschooled - Part 2 (M/b/b, b/b, M/b, inc, reluc/nc, oral, anal, ws, scat) by Coproman Two days after my first visit, I returned to the Thompsons' nasty apartment. This time Miss Thompson herself opened the door for me, and when I stepped inside I was startled to see all six of her truant children gathered around her. At first I thought this was her feeble attempt at some kind of confrontation. But I quickly realized that she was fully dressed, bag on shoulder, and on her way out. Giving me a look of exasperation, she explained to the kids that I was a doctor and that I was there not only to babysit but to examine them too, so they wouldn't get sick. "So y'all make sure to do everything he tell you," Miss Thompson finally said in a clear, confident voice--very unlike the thin, shaky voice that had come out of her two days before, when she'd left eight-year-old Trinette in my hands. But as she pushed past me to leave, the young mother threw me a look to let me know that she expected all of her kids to be okay when she got back. When the door closed and locked behind me, there was a long, awkward silence as the six kids just stood there looking at me and I at them. Even though I towered over all of them, I still felt intimidated. But I didn't want them to read this on my face so, steeling myself, I focused on Trinette, who was the only one smiling, and clapped my hands. "Okay, guys, you heard your mom," I announced. "I'm here to watch you and check you for cooties, so go on off and play but be ready when I call for you." My use of the word "cooties" seemed to loosen the kids up, as most of them giggled when I said it, and within seconds they began to disperse. Before seven-year-old Rashan and five-year-old Jaden could go anywhere, though, I put my hands on their shoulders to stop them. On my first visit, I'd chosen Trinette to prove to Miss Thompson that I wouldn't hurt her kids, so she probably thought I was interested only in her girls. But as an EOM (Equal Opportunity Molester), I couldn't wait to check out her young sons, both of whom were wearing their usual one-piece outfits--dirty drawers that drooped so low in the seat that they barely concealed the boys' tiny genitals while cloaking the roundness of their prominent little butts. Ushering the brothers into their mother's bedroom, I locked the door, sat them down on the bed, and stood there ogling them. What delighted me about the youngsters was the fact that they were so different but, at the same time, so similar. I especially loved the striking contrast in their skin color. Rashan was extremely dark while Jaden was the lightest of all the kids. Their hair was also very different--Rashan's being short and nappy while Jaden's was long and frizzy. But their facial features--the light-brown eyes, the button noses, the full lips--were nearly identical, strongly reflecting their mother's genes. It was going to be fun playing with these cute little boys. "Okay, guys, ready for your exam?" They just looked at me, looked at each other, then looked at me again. "Is it gonna hurt?" Rashan finally asked. I smiled. "No, not at all. It might even feel good." The older boy looked confused. "So where's your doctor bag?" "Oh, I...uhh...left it at my office. I don't need it for the kind of exam I'm going to give you." "But how you gonna take our temp-a-ture?" he now asked. I gave Rashan a twisted smile. He really DID need to be in school because he was a real smart ass. But I wanted these doctor questions to stop, so I upzipped my pants, stuck my hand in the fly and, with two pairs of young eyes glued to my crotch, began fishing around. "I'm going to use this," I said, pulling out my hard, pre-come-dripping cock. Both boys gasped. "Oooooo!" cooed Jaden. "You gonna take our temp-a-tur with your PEE-PEE?!" "That's right, kiddo. That's my special thermometer." Again Rashan looked confused, and this time a little scared as well. "But...but it's too BIG to get in our butts." For a moment I wondered what the dark-skinned tyke was talking about. Then it occurred to me that it must have been a while since he'd last had his temperature taken and at that time he was probably too young to have it done orally, so he had assumed that my dick was going to take the place of a rectal thermometer. I was about to say, "Oh, no, Rashan, I'm not going to take your temperature THAT way," but the boy's assumption had opened an unexpected door that I was reluctant to close, and as my cock twitched I heard myself saying something equally unexpected: "Well, that might be true, but we won't know for sure unless we TRY, will we? So why don't you boys get up, pull those drawers down, and turn around so I can take a look at your buttholes." Hearing me say "buttholes" made the brothers giggle, and without a hint of shame they hopped off the bed and dropped their baggy briefs. Surprisingly both boys were sporting erections, which were sticking straight out. Then, before I could stop them, they both spun around, giving me their backs...and asses. "Turn back around for a minute, guys. I want to get another look at your pee-pees before I check out your butts." Again giggling, the boys turned to face me again as I inched closer and squatted down in front of them. Rashan's penis was about three inches long while Jaden's was about two, each with a perfectly round little nut sac beneath it. They were the most delicious-looking sets of tiny dark and white chocolate genitalia I'd ever laid eyes on, and I licked my lips in anticipation of tasting them. "Listen, guys, I need to soften up those hard pee-pees, so just close your eyes and relax, okay?" They both nodded then squinched their eyes shut. Getting on my knees, I sat back and took a few moments to further admire the youthful beauty of the naked little boys. Then I leaned forward and simultaneously grasped both peckers, making the boys flinch; and when I began to stroke them, gently sliding my thumb and forefinger along their slender shafts, the flinching came more often, until both boys were huffing and squirming. Then I stopped. Now their weiners were even harder, both of them sticking up at a forty-five-degree angle. "Well, guys, that didn't work so I'm going to try something else. Just keep your eyes closed, okay?" With their eyes still shut tight, they again nodded. Smiling, I licked my lips again, leaned forward, and careful took Jaden's mini-stiffie between my lips. "Ooh!" he gasped, jerking back in surprise. Afraid he would accidentally trip over the briefs bunched up around his ankles, I grabbed the boy's tiny buns while he instinctively grabbed my head. Steadying him, I began to suck heartily at his pricklet, even slipping his marble-sized nuts into my mouth as the five-year-old moaned in pleasure. I was sure that Rashan had already sneaked a peek at what I was doing to see why his little brother was making all those weird noises, but I didn't really care since I figured that getting a preview would only make him look forward to his own turn even more. Knowing how quick on the trigger little boys tend to be, and not wanting Jaden to come just yet, I sucked his dick and balls only briefly before switching over to Rashan. Though he was only an inch longer than his little brother, giving the older boy head was a completely difference experience, primarily because, unlike Jaden, he did not remain passive. In fact, he allowed me to do all the work for only a few seconds before he grabbed two handfuls of my hair and began to fuck my mouth. Holding on to the seven-year-old's bucking little butt and with my nose pressed into his hairless pubic area, I reveled in the heady aroma of pure unwashed boy as his stubby spear repeatedly poked through my pursed lips and his round little nut sac bumped up against my bottom lip. But as much fun as I was having, I didn't want Rashan to come yet either, so before he could work up a good head of steam, I shifted my hands to his waist and, pushing him back, gently pulled my mouth off his weiner, which left him fucking the air for a second or two. "Nope," I said, again examining the boys' erections. "Those pee-pees are STILL hard, guys. So I guess we'll just have to wait for them to soften up on their own while I check out your buttholes. So turn back around, bend over and hold your knees." Again the brothers complied with giggly anticipation, and again my mouth watered as I stared at their side-by-side dark and light behinds. Just like their sisters, both boys had inherited their mom's bubble butt, with Rashan's just slightly bigger than Jaden's, and as more pre-orgasm fluid began to spill out of my piss slit, it occurred to me that Pedo Proposition #1, which I'd formulated during my first visit, needed a male corollary: All cute little boys with bubble butts should have their dicks sucked and their assholes tongued before they leave elementary school. As with PP #1, the ugly ones could wait, but the cute ones should be allowed the pleasure of oral sex as early as possible. If that happened, no teenaged girls at ALL would be "saving" themselves until marriage to have sex because they and the boys would all be getting sucked off long before they entered middle or junior high school, which would lead to the kids sucking each other off, which in turn would lead to everybody discovering the joys of preteen sex. Before I personally introduced Rashan and Jaden to the corollary, though, there was a preliminary perversion I needed to address. "Step out of those drawers, guys." When they did, I scooped them up and, just as I'd done with Trinette's panties, carefully examined the yellow and brown stains on them. I didn't even have to press them to my nose to catch the odor of the boys' anal and penile excretions. It radiated off the dirty, threadbare material--a rank/shitty aroma that caused my weeping hard-on to throb. But, of course, I ended up burying my face in the funky briefs and inhaling as deeply as I could anyway because a part of me needed to inundate myself in their youthful stink. Now it was time to get down to business. Since I'd begun by sucking Jaden's little dick, I decided to start at the other end with Rashan. Spreading the boy's black ass cheeks, I gave his anus as clinical an inspection as I could, closing one eye to get an even better look. The fact that I was easily able to pull his asshole open wide enough to see half way up his rectum was a good sign; it meant the boy's sphincter had more than the usual amount of stretchability to it. After the visual exam, I started sniffing the seven-year-old, pressing my nostrils against his poop chute, inhaling, and getting turned on like crazy not only by the odor of his shit but by the idea that this cute little hole was the source of the smelly skid marks in his underwear. Finally I began to flick my tongue over Rashan's anus, making him shiver with every swipe before pressing my lips over it and sticking my tongue as far up his ass as I could get it, making the boy grunt as his anal sphincter clutched at my tongue. When he finally let it go, I tongue-fucked his shitter for a while then pulled back to see a big glob of spit glistening on his pucker. I repeated the procedure with Jaden's stinky little asshole--first staring in it, then smelling it, then licking it. The "whoa!" that came out of the five-year-old when he felt my tongue slither up his butt made me laugh; and the loud, smelly fart he made in my face made HIM laugh even harder. After sniffing his ass gas and sucking out all the shit I could find in the preschooler's pooper, I made sure to lather it with as much spit as possible in preparation for the next part of my "examination." Giving Jaden's ass a final sloppy kiss, I stood up, grabbed Rashan's arm and led him to a corner of the room. Stooping down to face him I whispered, "Listen, you were right. My pee-pee's too big to take you and your brother's temperature." Then I paused, smirking. "But it HAS to be taken, so why don't YOU do it instead?" Rashan looked at me in confusion. "What you mean?" "Well, since your pee-pee's a lot smaller than mine, you can use it to take Jaden's temperature." The little dark-skinned boy's eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped as he suddenly realized what I was suggesting. "You mean, you want me to put my pee-pee in his butthole?!" When I nodded, Rashan gave me a scrunched-up smile. "Ewwwww! I'll get doo-doo on it if I do that!" "That's okay. We can always wipe it off." Or suck it off, I mused. "So you want to try it?" Rashan looked at me then looked over at Jaden, who had tuned us out and was off somewhere in his own world, singing to himself while wagging his sweet little light-skinned ass to the beat. Though Rashan had yet to answer me, I could tell by his expression--along with the fact that his dick was as hard as ever--that he was not going to refuse my proposal. Finally, with a nod and a quiet "okay," he made his acceptance official. "Great," I said, smiling. "That'll help me out a lot." "But what about me?" Rashan now asked. "Who's gonna take MY temp-a-ture?" "Let's worry about that later, okay?" I said, trying to keep the boy focused. Again he nodded, upon which I walked over to Jaden and patted him on his ass. "Hey, kiddo, listen up. You need to do something for me." "What?" "Climb up on the bed and lie down on your stomach so your brother can take your temperature." Jaden turned and looked up at me, his light-brown eyes full of naivete. "He's gonna take it with his pee-pee?" "Yeah, kiddo, but don't worry. It won't hurt." With a glance at Rashan's hard-on and another look at me, Jaden crawled up on the bed and lay down, turning his head to the side. His eyes moved in all directions as he waited. Kneeling right beside him, I reached down and spread his butt cheeks. The five-year-old's saliva-soaked little pucker opened right up. Then I looked at Rashan, who was just standing there watching us as he awaited my instructions. "Okay, Rashan, get on top of him and stick it in," I said. "I need to see if he has a fever." As he crawled up on the bed behind his little brother, I thought Rashan might have trouble finding his way into the boy's hole--it was such a small target--so I was surprised when he took ahold of his erection, aimed, and poked it right in on the very first try. "Ouch!" Jaden yelped, but before he had time to react any further, Rashan's prick was buried to the balls in his anus and the dark-skinned boy was flat on top of him. Afterwards both boys squirmed and shifted before finally getting comfortable. "So how's it feel, Rashan? How do you like taking your brother's temperature?" I asked, my libido soaring at the sight of the duo's anal connection. "It feel GOOD!" the boy responded. "I LIKE taking his temp-a-ture!" "How about you, kiddo?" I asked Jaden, swatting at his frizzy hair. "How's your brother's pee-pee feel up your butt?" "It feel like I'm gonna poop on him!" the boy announced, his face all screwed up. "Don't worry. You won't. It's just feels that way because something went in your hiney from the other direction." Again licking my lips, I took a deep breath and said, "Okay, Rashan, now in order for me to make sure Jaden doesn't have a fever, you need to pull your pee-pee out of him a little then push it back in a few times, okay?" "Okay." Even though I was maintaining the pretense, I was pretty sure Rashan had figured out by now that what I was telling him to do to Jaden had nothing to do with any doctoring. But if he HAD figured it out, he wasn't letting on, and the fact that he was either so naive that he still believed this was part of a checkup or that he knew better and was simply staying in character for my benefit were BOTH tremendous turn-ons. "Like this?" Rashan asked me, slowly pistoning his little brother's bumhole. "Yeah, that's good. Very good. Now just go a little faster." "Okay," and quickly Rashan's little ebony butt began to pump more rapidly, generating enough force to cause his crotch to slap against Jaden's ass cheeks. "Ow!" the five-year-old cried out, jerking. "Not so hard!" But Rashan simply ignored his brother's complaint and, grabbing the boy's shoulders, began to hump him in earnest, repeatedly ramming his three-inch boner into the preschooler's anus. "Yeah, Rashan, fuck him!" I panted, tugging at my tool while moving behind them to get a better look at the action. "Fuck that little bitch right up his high-yellow ass!" As I watched the brothers go at it--that is, watched the older one go at the younger one--the very idea that I had coaxed them into committing incest was ratcheting up my libido so quickly that I had to let go of my cock, for fear I would come before I wanted to. At that moment I couldn't imagine shooting my load on the floor or the bedsheets or even over Rashan's butt cheeks. It would be such a waste. So I became determined to feed it to one of the boys. It was just a matter of which boy--and which opening--I was going to feed. By now Rashan had really gotten into the swing of things and, with his arm clasped around Jaden's chin and his face pressed against the back of his neck, was roughriding the boy's bantam butt. But I could tell by the seven-year-old's ragged breathing that he was right on the verge of coming, and as I stared at the boy's bucking black ass I immediately made up my mind where I was going to plant my seed. Taking a deep breath I quietly undressed, took my place behind the fucking brothers, and waited. It wasn't long before Rashan yipped and stiffened, plastering himself against Jaden's back as he jammed his pecker all the way up the little boy's ass. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" he gasped, jerking spasmodically for several seconds before finally exhaling and relaxing on top of his brother. "Hey! Stop squooshing me!" Jaden yelled, reacting to the feeling of Rashan's weight on his back. With a burst of energy--and a move any college wrestler would've been proud of--the five-year-old thrust his butt up, dislodging Rashan's wilting weiner from his poop chute, then scrambled from underneath the older boy, leaving him lying face down on the bed. This was my chance. That Rashan had been able to fuck his way to an orgasm, albeit a dry one, had made me super-horny, and now that he was drifting in his post-orgasmic bliss, I was eager to give him a taste of what he'd just finished force-feeding his little brother. Quietly mounting the groggy boy, I clasped my free hand over his mouth, nestled the nob of my cock against his tiny anus, and shoved. "Nnnnnnngggghhhh!!" the boy screamed into my palm as the head of my dick stabbed against his stubborn sphincter. "Shut up and let me take your temperature, you little pussy!" That verbal slap was just what was needed because it caused the dark-skinned cutie to lower his defenses for a fraction of a second, which was all the time my cock needed to push past his anal ring. "Uuwwww!!" he yelled. "Uht huuutts!!" And I could feel his lips vibrating against my palm as these muffled complaints left his mouth. "Settle down, settle down. It's almost all in," I lied, using my body weight to force another inch of dick up the boy's ass. Meanwhile, right beside us, Jaden was sitting on his haunches and staring at us with a look of wonder on his cute face. "You takin' his temp-a-tur?" "Yeah, kiddo," I grunted, smiling at him, "just like he took yours," and the moment those words left my lips, the last inch of my shaft slid into his sibling's shithole. "Fuck, that feels good," I sighed, "What?" Jaden asked. "Nothing. Just sit there and watch." Turning my attention back to Rashan, who was breathing heavily through his nose as tears streamed down his face, I put my mouth right beside his ear and whispered, "Can I take my hand off your mouth now?" He nodded, so I slowly removed it, strands of spit following my palm as I pulled it away from his lips. "You don't want Jaden to see you crying, do you?" Sniffling, he shook his head. "Then wipe away those tears and take it like a man." Apparently my words stiffened Rashan's resolve (if not his dick) because, after wiping his eyes and sniffling a few times more, the seven-year-old took a long, deep breath and indeed settled down. I could feel the tension draining out of his body. Having fully penetrated the boy, I noted to myself how I was taking not only his temperature--as I savored the intense heat of his anus--but his pulse as well, as his rectum throbbed on my shaft. A part of me wanted to just lie there for the next hour or so luxuriating in the unique sensation of having my dick buried in a seven-year-old boy's virgin ass. But I knew I wouldn't be satisfied--and that my work of homeschooling the boy wouldn't truly be done--until I had completed his lesson on "The Pains and Pleasures of Anal Intercourse," and that meant fucking his tight little ass and depositing a healthy dose of sperm in his bowels. "Okay, Rashan, I'm going to ride you now," I told him, "so get ready." When he didn't respond, I took his silence as a tacit go-ahead and began to lift my hips, slowly pulling my cock out of him. This was easier said than done because, having relied only on spit and pre-cum for lubrication, I was wedged so tightly in the boy's shithole that I was practically turning it inside out as I tried to withdraw, which caused the seven-year-old to wince and tense up, which made it even harder to pull my dick out of him. So rather than force the issue, I decided to push myself all the way back inside Rashan's rectum and wait for enough pre-cum to drool out of my cock to make my next pull-out attempt easier. Again fully housed in the boy's hiney, I took a few moments to reflect on the delightful absurdity of what I was doing. Here I was, a truancy officer, an official of the Board of Education who was entrusted with the all-important job of seeing to it that kids like Rashan were returned to school so that their generation would be fully prepared to serve as tomorrow's leaders. Instead I was seeing to it that such kids were kept OUT of school so that perverts like me could make sure that their generation would be fully prepared to serve as our sex toys. So as I tried again and this time succeeded in pulling all but the head of my eight-inch cock out of the seven-year-old's asshole, I understood that I could very well be sacrificing our country's future leadership for my own selfish purposes...but I was going to have a HELL of a lot of fun doing it! Once my dick had completed that first trip out of Rashan's rectum, it was relatively easy to work it back it. And with the extra pre-cum now doing its job nicely, I was able to pull out again without too much effort. Taking these small steps, as Rashan breathed heavily and Jaden watched us intently, I was soon fucking the little truant at a steady rhythm, my crotch slapping against his smooth black ass while the springs in his mother's mattress sang a quiet refrain. "Do he have a fever?" Jaden asked me as I banged his brother's booty. "Yeah, I think he just might, kiddo, 'cause he's really hot." "So you gonna give him some medicine to make him feel better?" "I sure am," I chuckled. "I'm going to give him a nice BIG dose of medicine to cool him down." I was so turned on by the preschooler's naivete that I began to fuck Rashan even harder, prompting the seven-year-old to grunt every time I slammed into him. "Why you makin' that noise?" Jaden asked him. "You don't like him to take your temp-a-tur?" When Rashan didn't answer, I said, "No, kiddo, he likes it just fine. It's just that...well...sometimes it's hard to talk when you're getting your temperature taken with a big ol' thermometer like mine, you know?" "...oh," he finally said, though I wasn't sure he really understood what a thermometer was or what it had to do with me shoving my dick up his brother's butt. But as long as he was satisfied with my answer--and he certainly seemed to be--I didn't give a fuck. I was more focused on how Rashan's hot, tight asshole was sending my "mercury" off the scale and how it would be impossible to hold off my orgasm for much longer. Sure enough, I was able to shag the boy's shithole for less than ten minutes altogether before its heat and snugness got the better of me and a thunderous climax rumbled through my body. "Shit! I'm coming!" I grunted, pinning Rashan's wrists to the mattress and ramming all eight inches of my rod into his rectum as I began to shake. "Take it right up your black ass, you little bitch!" Though it had been only forty-eight hours since I'd shot my wad down Trinette's throat, I had built up my reserves since then by fantasizing about the kids while stroking myself several times to the brink of coming, so I wasn't surprised to find myself blasting a humongous load of semen into the seven-year-old's turd tunnel, filling it with millions upon millions of vibrant, wiggly sperm. "Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!" Rashan moaned with his lips pressed togther as I pumped my seed in his shit chute. I couldn't tell if they were moans of pleasure or pain, but from the way his rectum was spasming on my shaft, I wanted to believe that, consciously or not, he was attempting to suck every drop of hot spunk out of my spurting cock. After what seemed like half an hour, I was finally drained and the transfer was complete: Two days' worth of come had made its way from my overfilled seminal vesicles into this little boy's virgin asshole. As my dick began to soften, I was trying hard not to "squoosh" Rashan as I lay on his back recovering, for now I was floating in the same post-orgasmic stupor that he had experienced earlier. It took a few minutes for me to regain my strength, upon which I pressed my palms against the mattress and slowly pushed myself up. By now there was absolutely no resistance, as my flaccid penis easily popped out of Rashan's poop chute. "Oooo! Doo-doo!" Jaden shrilled as we both stared at the light-brown shit sticking to the crown of my dick. While neither my eyes nor tongue had detected any shit in Rashan's anus, my cock had burrowed so deep inside him that it had dredged up a nascent turd that reeked of the boy's gastric juices. But even though I had already come, I was still so turned on that I didn't think twice about plucking his shit off my cock and popping it right in my mouth. "Ewwwwww!" Jaden now squealed, frowning in disgust. "You ATE his DOO-DOO!" I just smiled at the five-year-old and, after swallowing his brother's shit, stuck my tongue out so he could see the brown coating on it. This, of course, elicited another squeal from the youngster, but this time it was accompanied by a hiccup of laughter at the end, as he obviously recognized the sick humor in my nasty act. Meanwhile Rashan hadn't moved, continuing to lie face down on the bed as though he were unconscious. As I stared at his perfect little black buns, the only indication of the trauma his anus had just undergone was some slight puffiness and a little brown slime. I was especially surprised that not one drop of the gism I had so plentifully injected into him had resurfaced. Like his shit, my sperm lay hidden somewhere in the winding recesses of his colon. But I knew it wouldn't be there for long. "Why you lookin' at his butt?" Jaden asked. "'Cause something's going to come out of it in a minute and I don't want to miss it." As if on cue Rashan's asshole pursed open and spat out a viscous white blob. "Ewwwwww!" Jaden responded, his eyes wide as saucers as he watched my sperm emerge like lava out of his brother's anus. "He makin' WHITE doo-doo!" I couldn't help chuckling. "That's not doo-doo, kiddo, it's spunk. That's what came out of my pee-pee when I took his temperature." Hearing this, the five-year-old suddenly looked concerned. "So HIS spunk is in MY butt like that?" I chuckled. "No, don't worry. Spunk only comes out of a grown-up pee-pee like mine. Your brother's not old enough to make it yet, so there's nothing in your butt." Not convinced, Jaden reached around and dug a finger into his own anus. When all he came up with was a little dissolved shit, he wrinkled his nose but seemed satisfied that I was right. Meanwhile I was carefully following the path of my splooge as it oozed down Rashan's ass crack. The contrast of the pearly white stream against the seven-year-old's black behind was by itself enough to make me horny all over again, and as my cock came back to life, I decided that little Jaden should get whatever semen my balls were still able to produce after such a brief respite. But first I needed to finish up with Rashan. It had been a long time since I'd tasted my own sperm, and even longer since I'd tasted it flavored with the contents of a little boy's ass, so I was eager to slurp up the rivulet of shit-flavored semen that by now had run all the way down to Rashan's balls. "Ewwwwww!" Jaden said as he watched me lean over, spread his brother's ass cheeks and begin to lap up my come. "You EATIN' that spunk!" I started to ask the five-year-old if he wanted a taste, but since I knew he would eventually get mine anyway, I decided to just let him watch while I got my fill of what I'd filled Rashan with. When I reached the boy's asshole, I grasped his hips and turned him onto his side, facilitating the flow of semen out of his anus, then buried my face in his black ass. "Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" I moaned, but unlike Rashan's moans, mine were definitely ones of pleasure as, with my lips clamped over his asshole, I sucked what seemed like an endless stream of come out of the boy. Then, to my surprise and delight, his loose sphincter loosened up even more and the next thing I knew a sperm-soaked turd had plopped into my mouth. Without hesitation I swallowed it, and as the boy's shit slid down my throat and dropped into my stomach, I could feel my cock reaching full hardness again. "Did you eat it?" Rashan calmly asked without turning his head. His words startled me, being that they were the first ones he'd spoken since squealing out his discomfort at being penetrated. "Yeah," I whispered, pulling my face just far enough out of his ass for him to hear me. Then, feeling a twinge of guilt, I added, "I hope I didn't hurt you." He didn't answer but I could feel him flexing his sphincter, and when I sealed my lips over his anus again, a slimy rope of come-saturated shit slopped into my mouth. "Mmph!" I responded, reacting to the slightly bitter taste. But, of course, I swallowed it all, and I swore the very fact that it tasted so foul made my dick even stiffer. "Hey," Jaden said, "you STILL eatin' that spunk out his butthole?" I was about to tell him how his brother had fed me a lot more than spunk, but by then I was so pent up that after sucking on Rashan's anus for just a few seconds more, I was ready to pop my nut. "NOW whatcha doin'?" Jaden asked as he watched me pull my face out of his brother's ass, swallow, and sit back on the bed double-clutching my pole. "I want to show you something, kiddo," I panted, staring at the boy's innocent, questioning face. "What?" "Come a little closer and you'll see." Apprehensive, the five-year-old never took his eyes off my cock as he inched forward while Rashan, apparently anticipating what I was going to do, lay on his stomach again and propped his chin up on his hands to watch. "Come on, kiddo," I said to Jaden. "You're going have to get a lot closer than that if you want to see." "See WHAT?" Jaden demanded, but when I didn't answer, he glanced over at Rashan then inched closer still, until he was only a foot away from me. "That's good," and I leaped on top of him, knocking him backwards, and pinned him between my knees. "Hey!" he yelled, squiggling wildly in an effort to free himself. But he wasn't going anywhere until I'd given him in his face what I'd given Rashan up the ass. "Shit! I'm coming!" I groaned, wanking furiously as I aimed my erection at Jaden's cute mug. "Take it right in your high-yellow face, you little fucker!" I felt a familiar internal jolt and right afterwards a sticky stream of come spewed out of my dick and hit Jaden right in the eye. "Eeeewwww!" he screamed, twisting his head to the side. But I simply grabbed a handful of his frizzy hair with my free hand and yanked, forcing his face forward again, upon which I squirted a second shot along the bridge of his nose, into his mouth, and over his chin. "Yuck!" he yelled, trying to spit out the string of semen. This annoyed me so I let go of his hair and pressed down on his forehead, forcing the back of his head into the mattress, then pushed my urethra up against one of his nostrils, sending the last volley of sperm right up his nose. "Nnrrrf! Blah!" Jaden responded, quivering, and I could tell by the desperate, "I'm-about-to-sneeze" look on his face that my spunk had lodged in his sinuses and was probably dripping into the back of his throat. I suddenly had an image of hundreds of millions of sperm cells swimming through snot as they searched in vain for an egg to fertilize inside the boy's head. "There. All done," I said, surprised by how much come I'd been able to produce, considering the short recovery time. "See, kiddo? Now you've got YOUR share of spunk too." "Ewwwwww! It's YUCKY!" the five-year-old complained, alternately snuffling and hawking. When he realized that I was no longer holding him in place with my knees, he shimmied from under me (stretching out and breaking the thick strand of come that connected his nostril to my piss slit) and sat beside his brother, where he began to wipe my come off his face. Suddenly, without warning, he turned and smacked Rashan on the top of his head. "Why you didn't help me?!" "'Cause I wanted to see him get you just like he got me," Rashan laughed. Hearing this, Jaden tried to smack him again, but this time, laughing even harder, Rashan ducked the blow. When the five-year-old went after his brother again, I intercepted him, lifting the angry red-faced boy high in the air then slowly lowering him until his tiny genitals were in my face. It's amazing how fast a pissed-off toddler can calm down when he's getting his weiner sucked. It quickly hardened to its full two inches, and as Rashan watched intently, pulling on his own stiffening pud, I continued to hold Jaden in mid-air and suck him off, though I nearly dropped him when his stiffie began to pulsate and his whole body began to squirm and shiver through a dry climax. Of course, I couldn't leave Rashan high and dry after that, so after depositing Jaden on the bed, I turned to the seven-year-old, who just looked at me, smiled and took his hand off his prick. When I slipped it into my mouth and palmed his buns, the boy immediately took over, humping my head to a quick orgasm, his body quaking against my face and his cock throbbing between my lips. Afterwards, as I stared at the two totally relaxed tykes, I recalled both my original proposition and its corollary and considered how, if they were both instituted, it would result not only in sexual bliss but be a great medical benefit as well since pediatricians wouldn't have to write anywhere near as many prescriptions for Ritalin. Speaking of pediatricians, I decided to play doctor one more time before leaving, examining the boys' bottoms for any telltale trauma. Jaden's asshole was a little red inside from Rashan taking his temperature but otherwise it looked normal. Rashan's anus, on the other hand, was not only red but still slightly dilated. What really amazed me, though, was despite his having taken a good-sized shit in my mouth, my semen was STILL seeping out of him! If this kept up, I was sure that by the time he was ready for bed, there'd be a big starchy wet spot in the seat of his dirty drawers. The prospect both excited and concerned me because I wanted his come-stained underwear as a trophy, but I knew that if Miss Thompson noticed them--thus realizing what I had done to her son--she'd make him take them off and I'd never see them again. So if I was going to get them, I needed a plan...and I knew just what to do. After helping the boys put their drawers back on then getting dressed myself, I told them that the examination was over and that they could go play. When they scampered off, I made my way to the kitchen and looked around until I found a plastic sandwich bag. Then I walked to the front door, but instead of calling Lakisha to lock it after I left, I called Trinette. As soon as the smiling little girl came running up to me, I stroked her curly hair and handed her the plastic bag, explaining what I wanted her to do. "What you want his stink drawers for?" she asked. "Well, they're SO dirty there's no way your mama can get them clean," I said. "Not with the kind of detergent she uses. So I'm going to take them home and wash them with a special detergent I use." Looking confused, the girl asked, "Why don't you just take 'em now?" Thinking VERY fast, I said, "Because I just took his temperature, so he needs to keep on his same drawers on until his body cools down before he changes into a fresh pair." "...oh." Before Trinette had a chance to sort out my bullshit and ask another question, I kissed her on the forehead, unlocked the door, said "bye bye," and stepped outside. When I heard the door lock behind me, I made my way downstairs. I could still smell Jaden and Rashan all over me, and as I recalled everything I had done to them, along with the fact that I had recruited their sister to retrieve my trophy, I was able to appreciate more than ever the importance of a good education. Send comments to: Coproman69@hotmail.com