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 What Can Brown Do for You?  - Part 2 (M/b, b/b, inc, oral, anal, ws, scat)
by Coproman

   The next day, it seemed like I had about a million deliveries to make,
and I was so afraid I wasn't going to make it to Parker's house in time to
catch him before he had to shit.  On top of that I was exhausted because
I'd had precious little sleep the night before.  Every time I'd tried to
fall asleep, the thought of what Parker and I would be doing the next day
woke me up again.  And I didn't even have the luxury of jacking off,
because I wanted to save up as much sperm as I could for our get-together.

   I was also thinking about how I had deliberately left Parker up in the
air about what we would be doing.  Despite the look on his face when I'd
told him to try to hold off going until I got there, I wasn't absolutely
sure that he understood what I intended to do.  And if he didn't, I doubted
he had gotten much sleep either, as he must have be wondering all night
exactly what I had in mind.

   But as tired as I was and Parker might have been, I pressed on--rushing
from one house to another, making deliveries at warp speed--because I knew
that if I could just make it to the boy's house, both of us would be
instantly re-energized.  As luck would have it, I managed to finish what I
had to do and make it to Parker's house at just about the same time I'd
visited him the day before.  With a fake delivery package under my arm, I
pressed the intercom.  This time he answered right away.

   "Who is it?"

   "It's me, Parker, Damon.  You haven't gone yet, have you?"

   A pause, then, "No."

   "Good.  Let me in." He took a little longer than I'd expected to buzz me
in, and as I walked to the elevator I wondered if this meant anything.

   When I got off the elevator, I noticed that Parker wasn't standing in
the door of the apartment the way he had the day the before.  As soon as I
rang the doorbell, I knew right away what the problem was because I
distinctly heard the voices of two boys inside.  Opening the door, Parker
looked up at me in exasperation.

   "Connor won't take his nap," he muttered.

   Behind him the four-year-old was running in circles around the living
room, making all kinds of high-pitched hooting noises as he interacted with
the invisible characters in his own little fantasy world.  He barely seemed
aware of my presence until, putting my fake package down, I scooped him up
on one of his circuits.

   "Hey, Connor, how about if I read you a story," I said.  "Would you like
that?"

   "Yeeeeah!" the little boy shrilled.

   "Well, I can only do it if you're really, really quiet and you keep
still, okay?"

   "Okay," he now whispered, grinning at me.

   I looked over at Parker, who was still standing by the front door with
his arms folded, and winked at him.  When I saw him crack a little smile, I
turned my attention back to Connor.

   "Let's go in your room and find a book."

   Motioning with my head for Parker to lead the way, I hoisted Connor onto
my shoulders and carried him down the hall and into the room he shared with
his brother, depositing the preschooler on the twin bed Parker was pointing
to.  I knew it was going to be a close call, but somehow I had to get
Connor to go to sleep and keep Parker from going to the bathroom.

   Well, I'm still not sure how I managed it, but after only ten minutes or
so of "The Cat in the Hat," Connor was off to La-La Land and Parker was
experiencing nothing more than a minor knocking at his back door.  So, as I
prepared to tuck the tyke in, I told Parker to get ready for me by going in
the bathroom, stripping, and getting in the bathtub.  With a quick "okay,"
he dashed out of the room.

   Connor had fallen out across the bed, with his legs hanging over the
side, so I carefully swung him around, took his shoes and socks off, and
covered him up.  Then I just sat there stroking his hair and looking at the
sleeping boy, and the longer I did, the more I began to wonder what it
would be like to eat his shit instead of Parker's.  Suddenly the thought of
a big brown turd spiraling out of the four-year-old's distended anus and
into my mouth was turning my dick to iron.  Then I imagined taking that
iron-hard dick and ramming it right up his little...and that's when I
stopped--right in the middle of that image--and began to wonder what the
hell was wrong with me.  Getting the hots for an eight-year-old was one
thing, but getting turned on by someone half that age was so close to
literally "robbing the cradle" that it scared me.  Even among pedophiles, a
baby fucker was considered the lowest of the low.  As sick as it might have
been, though, I had to admit that I was getting horny thinking about the
possibility of plugging this preschooler's poop chute.

   But at the moment, all that was as much a fantasy as Connor's imaginary
friends.  Instead I needed to focus on the reality of an eight-year-old
waiting down the hall who was ready, willing and able right now to shit in
my mouth, and I wasn't going to keep him waiting any longer.  So patting
Connor on the head, I kissed him on his cheek and made my way to the
bathroom.

   When I walked in, Parker was standing butt naked in the bathtub looking
lost.  His prick, however, seemed to know exactly where it was and what was
going on, for it pointed confidently at me, just as it had the day before.
I smiled and began to take off my uniform, quietly watching the
eight-year-old as he quietly watched me.  Only when I pulled my underwear
down and my erection popped into view did Parker break that silence by
uttering an "oooo," which made me smile even more.

   Naked, I stepped into the bathtub with Parker, directing him to the
stand at the far end while I lay down.  Pulling my legs up and hooking my
feet over the sides of the big old-fashioned tub, I indicated that he
should face away from me then step back over me, putting one foot on either
side of my neck, and squat right over my face.  Suddenly realizing that I
indeed wanted him to go to the bathroom in my mouth, the boy froze, looking
down at me with an expression of concern.

   "What's the matter, Park?  I thought you wanted to play some more nasty
games with me."

   "I DO, but..."

   "But what?"

   "Well...if I do it in your mouth, are you gonna...like...EAT it?"

   I smiled.  "That's the plan."

   He frowned.  "But won't it make you sick?"

   "Don't worry, Park, I'll be fine," I assured him.  "Besides--yours could
NEVER make me sick."

   That last remark not only produced a funky smile on Parker's face but
apparently persuaded him to "assume the position," because the next thing I
knew I was staring up at his cute little white ass with that precious
little hole in the center, the same hole I had so thoroughly reamed out
yesterday with both tongue and finger.  After maneuvering his thighs to
fine-tune his position, I took my hands off Parker and told him to hold on
to my legs to balance himself.

   "Okay, little man, I'm ready.  Just do your thing like I'm not even
here."

   Of course I knew that was impossible.  And it wasn't what I wanted
either, since a big part of the turn-on for me was Parker's knowing that he
was a taking a shit not in the toilet but in his friendly UPS delivery
man's mouth.  But I said it anyway because I wanted the third-grader to be
as comfortable as possible as he went about doing his business.

   I watched transfixed as Parker's anus first kissed at me several times
then pursed open just enough to reveal the very tip of his turd.  The
moment I spotted it, I could also smell it and, inhaling as deeply as I
could, I savored its foul aroma.  Then I opened my mouth, but right before
the little redhead's shit had a chance to enter it, I flinched as I felt
something warm suddenly squirt onto my chest then begin to spray all over
my torso, wetting up my dick, saturating my pubic hair, and soaking my
balls before streaming down my ass crack and into the tub.

   "Yeah, Park, give me that hot piss!  Piss all OVER me!" I urged him, and
I got turned on all the more when the odor of his urine joined that of his
shit in filling my nose.

   As the boy peed on me, his asshole continued to stretch open amazingly
wide as his bowels began to push out its heavy load.  The contrast between
Parker's pale white ass and his dark brown shit was stark, and this sight
alone added so much intensity to my horniness that if the eight-year-old
had simply touched my hard-on, I'm sure I would have instantly blown my
wad.

   Finally Parker's turd, which seemed to be coming out of him in slow
motion, sped up--exiting with a smacking, cracking sound--and I found
myself trying to find room in my mouth to accommodate the foot-long
semisoft defecation.

   "Mmmph!  Gluub!  Mmmph!  Gluub!" I groaned as I gulped down huge globs
of the white boy's shit.  Now fully in my element, I reached up and grabbed
Parker's hips, pulling his ass right down on my face and sealing my lips
over his shitting bomb hole.

   "Ooh!" the eight-year-old gasped in surprise.  The sudden move caused
the boy to tense up, drawing in his sphincter and momentarily stopping the
flow of shit.  But I was thankful for this brief respite, as it gave me a
chance to swallow the rest of what was in my mouth.  By the time I did,
Parker had relaxed again and another thick turd was pushing into my mouth.
This one I gobbled down almost as fast as his asshole fed it to me, not
even taking time to chew, because I was so eager for his shit to follow a
steady uninterrupted pathway from his bowels to my belly.

   "Mmmmmmmm," I moaned, and that sound seemed to emanate from somewhere
deep down in my soul.  As far as I was concerned, this moment could last
forever, with this cute little redhead shitting in my mouth for eternity.
But of course all things must end, and when Parker dropped his last turd, I
made sure to snake my tongue into his anus to clean the leftover shit out
of his rectum before allowing him to stand up.

   For the next couple of minutes I just lay there with my eyes closed,
licking my lips, basking in the delicious stink of the little white boy's
piss and shit.  When I finally opened my eyes again, Parker was standing in
front of me wearing an expression I had to come to recognize well: intrigue
mixed with disgust.  But his cocklet--which had stiffened up nicely again
since he'd peed on me--indicated that my nasty little act had also excited
him, so I decided to press onward since.

   "Hey, Park, can you do me a favor?"

   "What?" he asked, a little uncertain.

   "Well, remember when I jacked off yesterday?"

   His face lit up.  "Yeah, that was cool!"

   "Well, eating your shit made me REALLY horny and I need to jack off
again, but I don't want to come all over the toilet like I did before, so I
was wondering if I could...like..."

   "You wanna do it in my mouth, don't you?" he asked with a slight frown.

   Again impressed by the way he'd put two and two together, I paused and,
smiling the most loving smile I could, said, "Yeah, I'd REALLY like that.
Would you mind?"

   "No, I don't mind.  Like I said, it sorta tasted like snot, but it
wasn't bad."

   I think I got even harder in admiration of the boy's adventurousness,
especially when he made the first move by hunkering down and taking my
dick, which was still wet with his piss, into his mouth.

   "Mmmmmm!" I sighed, feeling those young white-boy lips on my cock. 
"That's it, Park, suck it.  Make me come in your mouth."

   Gently placing my hands on Parker's head, I lay back in the bathtub
again and quietly gazed at the little redhead, who was now holding on to
the base my prong while slurping away at the head.  Again I was getting off
on that wonderful contrast in skin color, especially the sight of those
little white fingers clutching my thick black shaft and my long dark
fingers tangled in his almost orange hair.

   "Oh, yeah, Park, that feels good.  You're doing a really good job. 
You're the best little cocksucker in the world."

   The boy responded to my encouragement by removing his hand, hooking both
arms around my thighs, and sucking even more vigorously.  The spit in his
mouth made an erotic sloshing sound as his head moved up and down like a
piston, and I watched my dick constantly appear then disappear from between
his widely stretched pink lips, which oddly resembled an anus that was
repeatedly shitting out then re-swallowing the same fat turd.

   It wasn't long before I was right on the verge of coming, and I wanted
so badly to tug Parker's head down, burying his face in my pubic hair and
jamming my dick down his throat.  But I anticipated depositing many, many
future loads of come in the little redhead's mouth and didn't want to do
anything that might turn him off to oral sex, so I restrained that urge and
simply lifted my hips while continuing to hold on to his head.

   "Here it comes, Park," I panted.  "Drink it all, okay?"

   "Mm-hm."

   "Nnnnnngghh!!  Shit!  Fuck!" And with those words I surrendered to my
orgasm, which shook through me like an earthquake, causing my dick to
erupt, spewing 24-hours' worth of stored-up semen into my little white sex
partner's mouth.

   "Mmph!  Mmph!" Parker uttered from deep in his larynx as he struggled to
swallow the heavy gushes of gism.  At first he did a pretty good job, and I
could actually feel his throat contracting around my cockhead as he gulped
down my slimy load.  But the boy quickly became overwhelmed by the
unexpected deluge of come and, choking, his eyes teared up and sperm
spurted out of his nose, oozing down until it was hanging from his nostrils
in two long, sticky strands.

   When Parker removed his mouth from my dick, he looked at me with red,
watery eyes and smiled.  Then he started to wipe his nose, but I caught his
hand.

   "No, don't.  Come up here," I said, gesturing.

   The boy crawled up until he was face to face with me.  Taking his rosy
cheeks in my hands, I carefully licked up the strands of come, slowly
making my way up until I reached his nose, upon which I dug the tip of my
tongue into his nostrils as he squinched up his face in mock disgust.  Then
I completely surprised him by moving down again and kissing him full on the
mouth.

   Parker was so taken aback that at first he froze, unsure of what to do.
Then his instinct seemed to take over because soon he relaxed and opened
up, allowing my snotty, shitty tongue to move past his teeth and explore
that hot, juicy mouth which had just given my cock so much pleasure.  Only
after I had sucked out as much of his spit and my leftover come as I could
did I pull back and let go of his face.

   "Sorry, little man.  I know my breath probably stinks, but I couldn't
help myself."

   Baring his teeth in a fake frown, Parker put his face as close to mine
as he could get it, our noses actually touching, and whispered, "Yeah, YOUR
breath smells just like MY doo-doo!" Then he growled and, moving his head
up, nipped the tip of my nose, after which he began to giggle hysterically
as I smiled and shook my head, impressed for the umpteenth time by the
willingness of this third-grader to indulge me in my perversions.

   For the next few minutes, we just lay in the bathtub, Parker on top of
me, his hard prick rubbing against my stomach as he played with my hair;
and me underneath, staring up lovingly at him as I gently squeezed his butt
cheeks.  We were both quiet for quite a while, but Parker looked like he
wanted to say something.  Finally he let it out.

   "Guess what, Damon."

   "What?"

   "I have a secret, and I bet you a million dollars you can't guess what
it is."

   "Umm...your mom bought you a new computer game?"

   "Nope," he said, shaking his head.

   "Umm...you got an A on your test in school?"

   "Nope, nothing like that.  It's something nasty, like what we did."

   "Really?" I asked, getting excited.  "So did you, like, play with
yourself?"

   "Nope.  You want a hint?" he asked.

   "Yeah, give me a hint."

   "It's something I did to Connor."

   I could feel my eyes stretching open in both excitement and fear.  "You
did something nasty to your little brother?!"

   "Yep," he said, nodding.  "You wanna guess what it was or do you give
up?"

   "I give up," I quickly said.  "So what did you do to him?"

   He hesitated, smiling cagily at me, then finally said, "I did him up his
butt."

   At first I just stared in disbelief at the boy; then, just to make sure
I'd understood him, I asked, "You mean, you stuck your dick in his
asshole?"

   "Yep," he said, now smiling like the cat who'd swallowed the canary.

   "So what happened?  He didn't just let you fuck him, did he?"

   His brow furrowed a little.  "I don't think he knew I was doing it."

   "What do you mean?  How could that be?" I asked, now totally confused
and even more sure that the boy was just making it all up.

   "'Cause he was asleep."

   "You mean, he sleeps THAT hard?"

   "Yep.  Mommy says he sleeps like a--what was it?--oh yeah, a log. 
That's probably why he didn't hear us yesterday."

   I thought about that for a moment.  We HAD gotten quite loud at times,
and the bathroom door had remained open the whole time.  Yet there hadn't
been a peep out of Connor.  Maybe there was something to what Parker was
saying after all.  Then he said something that erased all of my doubts
about the truthfulness of his words:

   "Hey, Damon, you wanna watch me do him now?"

   "Sure," I said, as my heart began to race.

   "Come on, before he wakes up," said Parker, and in a flash he had lifted
himself off me and leaped out of the bathtub, his pecker wagging its
approval with the boy's every move.

   As I arose to follow the eight-year-old to his and Connor's bedroom, I
could feel goose bumps rising up all over my body, and despite my having
come only a few minutes before, I could also feel my dick getting hard
again.

   Connor was sprawled face down on his bed, his head turned to the side
and his mouth open as he drooled on his pillow.  He had tossed off the
covers I'd placed over him and had somehow pulled down or shimmied out of
his pants, which were now about half way off his butt, revealing his
SpongeBob SquarePants underwear.

   Walking to the foot of the bed, Parker grabbed the cuffs of his
brother's pants and began to yank at them until he'd pulled them all the
way down and off his feet.  And the whole time, Connor didn't wake up.  He
just stirred a little, turning his head from the left to the right side,
and grunted.

   Next Parker went to the head of the bed, grabbed his brother's tee-shirt
and began to tug at it even harder than he'd pulled at his pants, fighting
to get it over his head, which he did after nearly ripping the boy's ears
off.  Then Parker lifted the boy's arms and slid his tee-shirt completely
off him; and as the four-year-old flopped back down on his face, I was
shocked to see that he was STILL asleep!

   Now Connor was clad only in his cartoon drawers.  Looking at them, I
figured they must have been an extra extra small, and yet there was still
room inside them, so tiny was the boy's ass.  But that didn't stop me from
wanting to see it, and I was eager for Parker to finish stripping him.  The
eight-year-old seemed to realize this and deliberately drew things out by
getting on his knees over his brother, stretching the band of his briefs
way open, then turning to me.

   "So, Damon, you ready to see my little brother's butt?"

   "Yeah," I said, nodding.

   "You sure?" he now asked, smiling at me.

   I smiled back, touched by the way he was teasing me, and said,
"Absolutely one hundred percent sure."

   "Okay.  Get ready." And he slowly, very slowly began to pull down
Connor's drawers, gradually revealing his very small, very white hiney.  It
had to be the cutest little ass I'd ever laid eyes on, and right away those
thoughts of eating the preschooler's shit then fucking him rushed back into
my head.

   "It's small, ain't it?" Parker asked me, having pulled Connor's drawers
about half way down his thighs.

   "Yeah...but it's still nice," I said, trying my best to control my urge
to jump on top of the four-year-old.

   Parker smiled an evil little smile.  "Nice enough to put a penis in?"

   "Maybe," I chuckled, hypnotized by Connor's pale little cheeks.  I
wanted very much to touch them, to squeeze them, to see exactly how they
felt.  But this was Parker's show, so I needed to get his permission first.

   "Hey, Park, can I open him up for you?"

   "Sure, go ahead." And as he scooted back to make room for me, he took
SpongeBob with him, pulling the colorful briefs down his brother's legs and
off his feet.

   Before making a move, I allowed my eyes a few moments to drink in every
inch of Connor's nakedness, from the top of his big red head to the soles
of his small white feet.  Then, slowly, I sat down on the side of the bed,
reached over and placed my hands on the boy's ass, amazed that they
completely covered it.  I carefully spread his cheeks apart to expose his
anus.  A smooth round pink hole with tiny little puckers, it was,
surprisingly, about the same size as Parker's, but set within those petite
buns it seemed huge.  When the faint aroma of shit wafted into my nostrils,
I had a sudden urge to lick that stinky little hole.  Again, though, I
reminded myself that this was a Parker O'Shea Production, so before making
any move, I looked up at him.

   "Hey, Park, do you mind if I--"

   "No, go ahead," he said before I could even finish asking.  "I usually
spit in it before I do him, so it'll be like the same thing."

   I gave him a nod of acknowledgement then dove in, slurping away at the
four-year-old's shitter while continually glancing up at what I could see
of his face to determine how the anal stimulation was affecting him.  Once
or twice I was sure he was waking up, for I could hear him moaning and feel
his asshole flexing on my tongue.  But Parker assured me that Connor
regularly did such things in his sleep, including talk, so I shouldn't be
concerned.  Taking the boy's word, I laid into Connor, stuffing my tongue
as far inside him as I could while ignoring his responses.

   After reaming him out for about a minute or so, I pulled my face out of
the boy's ass to survey my work and was immediately greeted by a hot,
smelly fart right in my nose, as Connor's colon released not only the air
I'd inadvertently forced inside him but some trapped gas as well.

   "Oooo!  He got you good, just like I did yesterday," Parker said,
giggling and fanning the air.

   "Yes, he did," I agreed.  But, of course, just like Parker's, the
preschooler's fetid fragrance simply turned me on all the more, and just
like I'd done to Parker, I pressed my nose against the boy's anus and
sniffed as hard as I could, sucking in every last bit of the offensive
odor. I could feel Parker staring at me as I performed the odd ritual on
his sibling.

   "Wow, you really like smelling people's farts, don't you?" he finally
said.

   After sniffing for a few seconds more, I looked up at Parker and said,
"Well, not everybody's, just some people's.  Like yours...and your
brother's."

   He giggled.  "That's 'cause our farts smell like pie, right?"

   I smiled.  "Right.  A very special kind of pie."

   He began to giggle even harder.  "I know what kind--chocolate doo-doo
pie!"

   "Exactly," I said with a chuckle.  "And I can't wait for you to stick
your dick right in his little chocolate doo-doo pie maker."

   "Okay," said Parker, as his laughter died down.  "But before I do it,
you wanna see his penis?"

   "Sure," I said, my heart again beating double-time.

   Parker elbowed Connor in his ribcage a couple of times and the boy
squirmed then automatically flipped over onto his back.  I smiled,
delighted not only by the perfect miniature set of dick and balls I was
staring at but the fact that Connor was sporting an erection, his two-inch
cocklet lying proud and stiff against his smooth, hairless pubic area.

   "Look, it's hard!" Parker squealed with glee, pointing.  "It musta got
like that when you licked his butt."

   I looked at Parker when he said this.  If Connor had truly gotten this
turned on from the anilingus I'd performed on him, it might mean that he
was a natural "bottom" who would be equally turned on having other things
shoved up his ass, and this possibility excited me.

   "You wanna suck it?" Parker suddenly asked me.

   "You don't mind?" I asked back.

   "No, go ahead.  I'll watch."

   "Okay, but I'll only do it a little bit, 'cause I don't want him to come
before you fuck him."

   Parker nodded and I bent down and gently sniffed the faint pee odor of
Connor's immature sex organs before slipping his erection into my mouth. 
The feel of that warm little nub of flesh between my lips, along with the
knowledge that I was giving the preschooler his first blow job, was sending
my libido into orbit, and I wondered what was going through his head as he
began to moan and squirm.

   "Hey, I think he likes it," Parker said.

   I glanced at Connor's face and was surprised to see a big smile on it as
I sucked away at his stiffy while constantly readjusting my head to keep up
with his constant movement.  His apparent enjoyment made me want to keep
going until he had whatever kind of orgasm four-year-olds have, but I
needed to keep my word to Parker, so I decided to end things rather
quickly. As a finale I went all the way down on Connor, taking his dick and
his balls into my mouth at the same time and washing them thoroughly with
my tongue before stopping myself.

   "Aaah!" I sighed, smacking my lips as I checked out Connor's glistening
genitalia.  "That should do it.  He should be really relaxed now, more than
ready to take whatever you give him."

   The words had barely left my lips before Parker again jabbed an elbow
into Connor's side, causing him to flip over onto his stomach again.  Then
he promptly mounted him, pressing his red-tipped three-inch spear against
the sleeping boy's tiny spit-lubed opening, and drove it home.

   "Oooh!" Connor gasped, actually picking his head up and opening his eyes
as Parker's prick pushed into him.  But as soon as the third-grader's boner
was fully embedded in his poop chute, Connor's head dropped right back down
again, his eyes closed, and he began to snore, still totally oblivious to
what was being done to him.

   "Amazing," I said, shaking my head.  "It's like he took knockout drops."


   "I told you," said Parker.  "Now watch," and holding on to Connor's
shoulders he began to pump his hips, pistoning his pecker in the
four-year-old's anus.

   Pulling at my prong, I edged down until I was at the foot of the bed,
giving myself the best possible vantage point from which to watch the two
boys go at it--or at least the older boy go at the younger one.  I was
especially fascinated because, despite all the little boys I'd fucked, I
had never seen any of them fuck each other.  And I'd certainly never
witnessed someone sleeping through an ass fuck.  So these two little white
boys, with their pale skin and their red hair, were adding an exciting new
dimension to my pedophilia.

   "Nngh!  Nngh!  Nngh!" Parker grunted as he rode Connor's tiny ass, their
young bodies rhythmically slapping together as the eight-year-old
repeatedly jabbed his woody into his little brother's poophole; and while
the preschooler's breathing became labored, he began to mumble something,
and he clawed at the bedsheets so hard that his little knuckles turned
white, he never once ventured out of La-La Land.  I wondered, though, if he
had incorporated what was happening to him into a dream.  Maybe he was
imagining that he was being raped by some strange outer space monster.  If
that were true, though, he certainly wasn't making much of an effort to
escape.  Or maybe he wanted to but was frozen with fear and simply couldn't
get away.  Whatever the case, I remained flabbergasted that Connor was
actually sleeping through such an energetic ass fuck.

   After bouncing on top of Connor's three-and-a-half-foot frame for about
three and a half minutes, Parker came, plastering his torso against
Connor's back and burying his face in the little boy's hair while moaning
and trembling (but probably not shooting anything up his ass).  After
recovering for about a minute he raised up, slowly withdrawing his
softening penis from the four-year-old's asshole.  When it finally popped
out, I noticed a sizable dollop of shit clinging to the head, clear
evidence that Parker's prick had probed deep into his brother's rectum.

   "Ewwwwww!" said Parker.  "He doo-dooed on me!"

   "Don't worry, little man, I'll take care of that," and I leaned over,
carefully catching the eight-year-old's pecker between my lips, and began
to suck it.  As he'd done the day before, Parker held on to my head,
actually cradling it in his arms this time as I licked Connor's shit off
him.  Only when I was sure he was clean did I let him go, a long strand of
saliva continuing to connect us as his limp weiner fell from my mouth.

   Afterwards I immediately went back to Connor's ass, spreading it open
again to see if Parker had dredged up anything other than what I'd eaten
off his prick.  I was so overjoyed when I spotted a tiny light-brown turd
just inside the boy's anus that I dove in, sucked it out and swallowed it
without saying anything about it to Parker, excited that I now shared a
secret that even the person I shared it with didn't know.

   All of this action had me so turned on that I was once again right on
the verge of coming.  A part of me wanted to take Parker's virgin butt, but
I wasn't sure he was ready for that, so I settled for an alternative that I
knew would give me just as much satisfaction.  As soon as I moved up and
kneeled over Connor's head, Parker's big blue eyes lit up.

   "Cooool!" he crooned.  "You gonna shoot it in his mouth?"

   "Not this time," I panted, tugging away at my dick, "'Cause he might
start dreaming that he's eating a hotdog or something and accidentally bite
me.  But I AM gonna try something a little different."

   "Like what?"

   "Watch," I grunted, and two seconds later I jerked myself over the top,
trying desperately to hold down the "Nnnngghh!" I heard myself uttering as
my orgasm washed over me.

   But just as I was about to ejaculate, I took a deep breath and squeezed
my cock as hard as I could, blocking the sperm.  I then aimed the head of
my dick directly at Connor's nose, leaving just a tiny gap between my piss
slit and the four-year-old's nostrils.  Excited, Parker moved in as close
to the action as he could.  The moment he settled in, I exhaled and
released my grip.

   We both watched mesmerized as a rush of white exploded out of my dick
and shot straight into Connor's nostrils.

   "Snnrrrf!" the preschooler responded, reflexively inhaling the volley of
semen, which caused him to twitch and frown, but he didn't move enough to
avoid the next blast, which again found his nostrils, or the one after
that, which caught the bottom of his nose, the space between his nose and
mouth and his top lip.  Again stirring but still not waking up, the boy
began to cough as his pharynx tried to expel the foreign substance that had
invaded it.  Meanwhile I continued to spunk all over the boy's face, even
into his coughing mouth, which simply added to his respiratory distress,
while Parker, his blue eyes bugging out as he tugged at his own new
erection, oohed and aahed.  By the time I was done, Connor's face looked
like a baker had drizzled vanilla icing all over it, as wet ropes of come
crisscrossed nearly every inch of it.

   "Wow!" said Parker.  "That was so cool!  You slimed him real good!"

   "Yeah," I panted, wiping my dick off in the boy's hair, "and he's STILL
sleeping."

   After Parker and I took some time to gaze at Connor's sperm-spattered
face from every available angle--we were particularly fascinated by the
tiny bubbles of come that sprouted from his nostrils every time he breathed
out--I bent down and began to lick the sticky ball juice off the
four-year-old.  At first Parker just watched, but when I glanced over at
him, he smiled and joined me in cleaning his little brother's face, our
tongues flicking side by side as we noisily lapped up my semen.  As a
finale, I repeated what I'd done to Parker, digging the tip of my tongue
into the Connor's nostrils.  This time, though, my actions triggered a
sneeze, and my whole face was suddenly covered with spit, snot and sperm,
which in turn triggered peals of laughter from my eight-year-old partner in
crime.

   "He slimed you back and he don't even know it!" giggled Parker.

   I could only join him in laughing as I wiped the mucous/saliva/come
combo out of my eyes and licked what I could off my lips.

   Afterwards I climbed into Parker's bed, lying on my side to face
Connor's bed, and Parker joined me, snuggling in front of me in the spoon
position then easing back and maneuvering around until my shrinking dick
was nestled in the crack of his ass.  I put my arm around the boy, pulling
him close to me, and we both continued to stare at his hard-sleeping little
brother.  Just like after the bathroom episode, we were quiet for a long
time.  Again I sensed that Parker wanted to say something, and again I was
right.

   "Hey, Damon, you know what I wanna see?" he finally said.

   "What?"

   He hesitated; then, in a loud whisper, "I wanna see YOU fuck my little
brother up his butt!"

   I didn't say anything right away; instead I raised my head and looked
over at him, trying to see his face.  He glanced up at me but immediately
averted his eyes to look at Connor again.  His statement actually startled
me--not just what he said but the way he'd said it.  Up to now he had
always referred to fucking as one person "doing" another, so when I heard
the eight-year-old say "fuck," it gave me a good idea of what he was
expecting: He wanted to witness a violent act, possibly even see Connor
suffer a little, as I banged his booty.

   "So whaddaya think?" Parker asked, still not looking in my direction.

   "I don't know," I said rather slowly, trying not to show him how
surprised and turned on I was.  "There's no WAY he'd keep sleeping if I
fucked him."

   "That's why you need to fuck him when he's awake."

   Again I was taken aback, for now I was certain that seeing Connor in
pain was what the little sadist was hoping for.  But I kept my cool and
continued to play devil's advocate.

   "Do you really think he can take my cock up his butt?  It's pretty big."

   "I know.  But he has a big butthole, so it'll go in."

   As far as Parker was concerned, it was just that simple; and I was so
eager to plunder Connor's poop chute that I was inclined to accept that
simple logic.  I was curious, though, about just how far he felt I should
go.

   "But, Park, when I try to put it in, what if he starts crying and tells
me to stop?"

   "He won't," the boy said, shaking his head.

   "How do you know?"

   "'Cause...well...I kinda lied to him."

   "Really?  What did you say?"

   "Well...I kinda told him you did me and it felt good, so now he wants to
see how it feels."

   I just smiled and shook my head.  Now I understood, and everything
became just as simple as Parker had suggested.  It was one thing if I was
forcing Connor to take it up the ass; it was another thing altogether if he
WANTED it because he was competing with his older brother.

   "So are you gonna do it?"

   I tried to think of every reason in the world to say no, including
tapping into those "robbing the cradle" feelings I'd had earlier.  But I
was suddenly plagued by a series of very appealing "the-idea-that" notions:
I loved the idea that this little boy, who was not yet old enough to attend
kindergarten, would be doing something as adult as taking my seven-inch
dick up his ass.  I also loved the idea that his own brother would be right
there watching me ravage his rectum.  And I REALLY loved the idea that,
when I was done, Connor would end up with more come in his shithole than
his mother took in her pussy after getting lucky on a hot date.  But, most
of all, I loved the idea that the youngest boy I'd ever ass fucked would
also be the first white boy I'd ever ass fucked, and that, more than
anything else, was driving my libido crazy.

   "Well, ARE you?" Parker again asked, this time poking his ass back and
wiggling it against me.

   "Sure, I...uhh...think I might be able to arrange for that to happen," I
finally said as coolly as I could, but I knew that Parker knew it was all
an act because as I spoke, my dick was growing ever harder between the
boy's ass cheeks, and my goose bumps--which I'm sure Parker could also
feel--made a surprise return.

   "Cool," he said.

   As we continued to lie there, I tried to imagine how blown away Bridget
O'Shea would be to know that her own older son had not only taken her
four-year-old's anal virginity but was now plotting with her delivery man
to have him bust the preschooler's booty even more dramatically.  It was at
least ten times farther than I'd ever expected to go with either of the two
little white boys, and I couldn't believe my good fortune.

   In the midst of thinking about all this, I suddenly realized that it was
getting late and that I needed to get dressed and leave before my slowly
re-hardening dick again developed into a full-fledged boner.  But now I had
to take a serious leak, which I'd been holding since I'd come in.  I knew I
wouldn't make it half a mile in the truck if I didn't go right now.  That
being the case, I figured this was the perfect opportunity to kill two
birds with one stone before I left by involving Parker in one of my
favorite dirty fantasies.

   "Hey, Park, before I go, how'd you like a nice golden shower?"

   He turned his head toward me, looking confused.  "What's that?"

   I smiled.  "Well, actually, it'll be easier to show you than tell you,
so if you wanna see what it's all about, get up, go back in the bathroom,
get back in the tub, and squat down, okay?"

   "Okay," he said brightly, and he hopped out of the bed and quickly
disappeared out the door.

   Being that Parker was such a quick study, I had the feeling he knew what
was coming and might even be eager to experience it.  I just hoped I was
right because along with my need to pee I was having pangs of sadism,
almost as though--in my convoluted thinking--I needed to dish out some
payback to the eight-year-old, not so much for what he'd already done to
his little brother but for what he was planning for him.  So I got up, and
after going over and sucking the drool out of Connor's open mouth, I kissed
him on the tip of his nose and whispered, "Don't worry.  I'm gonna get him
for you."

   When I walked in the bathroom, Parker was popping up and down in the tub
like a jack-in-the-box.  As soon as he saw me, he squatted down as far as
he could, as if trying to hide himself, but that head full of red hair was
clearly visible.  Joining him in the tub, I stood back and, cocking my head
to the side, smiled at him.

   "So, Park, you ready for your golden shower?"

   "Yep," he said, nodding quickly.

   "Okay, then, close your eyes."

   The eight-year-old complied, and I moved up and stood over him.  For a
moment, I just stared down at his angelic freckled face.  His eyes were
pinched shut, his brow furrowed, and his lips tucked in so tightly that he
looked almost as though he were in pain.  My smile widened as I aimed my
cock at him.

   To maximize the force of the shower, I employed the same technique I'd
used before shooting my load up Connor's nose: squeezed the neck of my cock
then released my bladder.  Right away I felt the urine rush up to where my
fingers were damming my urethra.  After double-checking to make sure I was
on target, I relaxed my grip.

   Parker gasped as a stream of hot piss blasted out of my dick and hit him
smack in the face, the suddenness of it catching him off guard to the point
that he fell backwards onto his butt as his whole head got drenched.

   "Yeah, take that piss right in your fucking face!" I hissed through
clenched teeth.  "Now open that mouth, boy; I wanna see you drink it!"

   I was completely in my sadistic mode now, but I didn't think Parker was
as zoned in as I was, so it surprised me when, without missing a beat, he
DID open his mouth.  It took me about two seconds to flood it with piss,
and when Parker closed it to swallow, I continued to pee in his face until
he opened it again for his next drink, upon which I rapidly refilled it. 
The third-grader gulped down this mouthful too, but by now my stream was
starting to dry up, and as I tried to re-aim to compensate for the
decreasing flow, I accidentally pissed in Parker's nose, causing him first
to gasp loudly then begin to cough as some piss went into his windpipe. 
But even this didn't stop me; I just peed on top of the boy's head while I
waited for him to finish coughing, marveling at the way his hair changed
colors from red to auburn as it got wet.

   As my bladder emptied, I had to work my sphincter to force out the final
few squirts of piss because the very thing I'd tried not to let happen
happened anyway--my dick was almost fully erect again.  I'm sure if I had
asked him, Parker would have gladly let me fuck his mouth again and fire
another load of sperm down his throat.  But I had resolved that the next
orgasm I had in this house would be while my cock was embedded in a little
white boy's asshole, and there simply wasn't enough time left to see that
through today.

   Meanwhile Parker, sitting in a little yellow pool, was looking up at me
with a strained smile.  He was dripping piss from head to toe, his hair
sticking to his face, and he smelled like a urinal.  But just like mine,
his dick was hard again.

   "So how'd you like getting peed on, little man?"

   Parker squinched up his face and said, "Now I know how a toilet feels!"

   I shook my head.  "No, you don't.  You only know how a URINAL feels. 
You won't know how a toilet feels until you do what I did when I first got
here," and I pretended to chew something, swallowed then licked my lips.

   "Ewwwwww!  Yuck!" the boy responded, trying his best to look disgusted
but unable to hide his delight.

   I began to laugh out loud, even though I was feeling sad about having to
go.  I also hated the idea of leaving Parker high and dry--or, more
accurately, hard and wet--but time was really running out now and I didn't
want to run the risk of being in the apartment when Bridget got home. 
Besides, I told myself, he's resourceful; I'm SURE he'll think of something
to do with that erection after I'm gone...especially if Connor is still
asleep.

   So, reluctant to leave but reassured about doing so, I stepped out of
the bathtub and began to get dressed.  The whole time I was putting my
clothes on, Parker sat there staring at me.  When I was nearly done, I
turned to look in the full-length mirror behind the door to make the final
adjustments to my uniform.  Every few seconds I glanced at the reflection
of Parker, who was still sitting in the tub.

   "Aren't you going to shower?" I asked.

   "Nope," he said.

   "Why not?"

   "'Cause I like smelling it on me."

   "Ewwwwww!" I said, grinning as I mimicked Parker.  "You're NASty!" And,
of course, the eight-year-old fell into a fit of giggling.

   "Well, you're gonna have to come and lock the door, so you need to be at
least dry enough not to drip piss all over the carpet, okay?"

   Parker nodded, and I went over to the clothes hamper and dug through it
until I found a big orange towel.  Telling him to stand up, I patted him
down lightly, just enough to prevent him from leaving a trail of piss from
the bathroom to the front door; then I wrapped the towel around his waist,
tucking it in so it wouldn't fall.  When I was done, he looked kind of like
a little girl wearing a long orange skirt, except that his pecker was
causing it to tent out at his crotch.

   "Okay, I guess you're all set to see me out," I said.  "And you still
get to smell my pee on you."

   Parker responded by giving me a scrunched-up smile, and I responded back
by bending over and kissing him on his still-wet nose, getting a little
taste of my own piss.  After that we walked to the front door.

   "So when are you coming back to...do Connor?" he asked.

   "I don't know.  I'm gonna try to get here tomorrow, but it all depends
on how many deliveries I have to make, so I'll give you a call after you
and Connor get home from school, okay?"

   "Okay."

   "And don't forget to wash that pee off you before your mom gets here."

   "I won't."

   I smiled.  "You won't what?  Forget or wash the pee off?"

   Parker looked at me quizzically for a second then began to giggle.  I
tried to burn that image of him into my brain as I waved goodbye.  I then
turned around, opened the door and, grabbing my fake package off the table,
stepped into the hallway.  Again I waited until I heard the boy relock the
door before making my way to the elevator.

   Despite making that last special effort to focus on Parker, I found
myself thinking almost exclusively of Connor as I drove off.  Yeah, Parker
and I had used him as a sex toy while he was asleep, but I couldn't imagine
myself fucking his pale little ass while he was wide awake; yet I couldn't
imagine NOT doing it either.  It had become a craving.  And, of course, the
only way to get rid of a craving is to satisfy it, right?
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