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 What Can Brown Do for You?  - Part 3 (M/b/b, inc, con/nc, oral, anal, ws,
scat) by Coproman

   The next day I wasn't able to make it to Parker's house, so during my
lunch break I gave him a call on my cell phone.  Answering after only one
ring, Parker couldn't wait to tell me how, when Connor finally woke up,
he'd complained about his butthole hurting and how their mother had
actually looked inside it but concluded that the redness and soreness had
come about as a result of his having shit out a "monster" turd the last
time he'd done number two.  And since, according to Parker, Connor DID
occasionally produce monster turds, he'd accepted her explanation and was
more than satisfied to have her rub some ointment on his sore hole.

   Listening to Parker made me horny but also disappointed me because I
knew I would have to wait until Connor's asshole was no longer hurting
before I got a chance to jam my dick in it.  I reminded myself that I had a
whole harem of little boys to use and abuse while I waited to get together
with The Redheads again.  But I also knew that no matter what I did with or
to those other boys, it would never compare to my time with Parker and
Connor because, for me, everything had changed.  Whatever the opposite of
"Jungle Fever" was, I'd caught it...and I had it BAD.

   In fact, I had it so bad that as horny as I was, and as close to "blue
balls" as my sperm reserves were coming, I couldn't imagine blowing my wad
anywhere other than Connor's asshole.  Even so, I deliberately stayed away
from my standby boys because it would have been all too easy to give them
what I was saving up for the four-year-old, and I didn't want to risk the
temptation.

   After a week of agony, I finally got word from Parker that Connor's anus
was feeling okay again.  Not that Parker had stopped boffing him in his
sleep for more than a day or two.  But I guess that after a while Connor's
butt got used to the intrusion, so there was no residual soreness.  That
suited me just fine because it also meant that the four-year-old's little
asshole never had a chance to close up completely, which would make things
at least a little easier when I jammed my joint in it.

   I worked on the morning of the appointed day but took the afternoon off,
keeping my UPS uniform on as I parked the truck then drove my own car from
the job to the boys' house.  Parking around the corner, I grabbed my fake
package and, as casually as I could, walked back to the apartment building.
Anyone seeing me would think that I was simply making my rounds and that
the truck was parked somewhere nearby.  But I prayed that no one approached
me, because I feared that they would see that I was a basket case of
anticipation--sweating, trembling and fully erect as I walked into the
lobby of the building and pressed the O'Sheas' intercom.  Like before,
Parker answered right away.

   "Is that you, Damon?"

   "Yeah, Park.  You and Connor ready to do the nasty?"

   "Yep," he giggled, and before I could say anything else, he buzzed me
in.

   As I rode up in the elevator, I could feel my heart beating faster and
faster, and I swore I was going to blow the whole deal by getting so
excited that I came in my pants.  So as soon as I got off the elevator, I
took a nice deep breath and told myself to calm down before approaching the
apartment.  When I was about three feet away I heard locks clicking and
clacking and the door opening.

   "Hi, Damon!" Parker said, smiling brightly as he stepped into the
hallway.  He was dressed in the same dark brown tee shirt, tan corduroy
pants, and light brown house slippers he'd worn on the day of our first
get-together, and this alone made me hornier.

   "Hey, Park, how's it going?" and I was trying my hardest to stay cool as
I ruffled the eight-year-old's red hair and followed him inside.

   As soon as Parker closed the door, Connor ran up to me, his blue eyes
sparkling and a big smile on his face, and asked, "Hey, Damon, are you
gonna put your winky in my butt too?"

   Unprepared for the preschooler's directness, I just chuckled nervously
while Parker, annoyed, smacked him on the head.

   "What?!" Connor squealed, frowning and rubbing his head.

   "I TOLD you to WAIT before you asked him, stupid!"

   "But I want him to do me like he did you," the four-year-old whined.

   "He will, but you gotta wait till he's ready."

   This little exchange only served to make me even hornier, and I could
feel my dick twitching in anticipation of giving the preschooler exactly
what he wanted.  Of course he had absolutely no idea what that was.  I
wondered how big he thought a grown-up's fully erect "winky" was.  Whatever
image he had, I was sure it was nowhere near the size of the real thing;
and I was afraid that if he actually SAW the real thing, he'd freak out and
refuse to let me put it in him, no matter how good Parker said it felt.  So
I decided it would be best not to let Connor see my dick until AFTER I'd
fucked him.

   "So where's your mom?" I asked, trying to make some small talk while I
gathered myself.

   "She's at work," said Connor, who was already beaming again.

   I stooped down in front of the preschooler, held his shoulders, and
looked at him as seriously as I could.  "Parker told you these things we're
gonna do is a secret, right?"

   Connor, reflecting my serious expression, nodded in an exaggerated way
that made his red hair fly back and forth.

   "And when you have a secret, do you tell anybody?"

   "No," the boy whispered, now shaking his as head as fiercely as he'd
nodded, again sending his hair flying.

   I smiled.  "Good." Standing up, I ruffled Connor's hair then looked over
at Parker and winked.  "Now let's get out of these clothes."

   Right away we all began to unbutton, unzip, unsnap then tug and pull.  I
hadn't gotten a chance to tell Parker about not showing Connor my dick, but
the eight-year-old seemed to understand right away what I was up to when I
took off only my shoes, socks, and uniform.  (I'd started to pull my
undershirt off too, but I quickly realized that a good two inches of my
dick were sticking up out of the waistband of my boxers, so I decided to
leave it on as well.)

   The boys, however, stripped straight down to their birthday suits, and I
felt another jolt of horniness as I gazed at the two pale redheads standing
side by side, both smiling up at me, both sporting miniature erections.

   "Hey, Damon, why dontcha take off your undies?" asked Connor.

   "'Cause he's cold and he has to get warm first," Parker quickly answered
for me.  "Right, Damon?"

   "That's right, Park."

   "Well, WE'RE not cold," Connor sang, and he began to do a sexy little
dance, shaking his body and making his stiffy wag like a puppy's tail. 
Seeing this, I couldn't stand it any longer.  Getting down on my knees and
sitting back on my heels, I motioned for him to come over to me.  As soon
as he did, I grabbed his little ass cheeks, pulled him to my face, and
sucked his piss-tainted peter into my mouth.

   "Ooh!" the preschooler gasped, automatically grabbing my head for
support.

   "Yeah, Damon, suck it!" I heard Parker say in a raspy, excited voice. 
"Suck my little brother's penis!"

   Just like Parker had done when I'd blown him, Connor was at first
passive but soon began to buck his hips, just a little at first then harder
and harder, until he was fucking my mouth, his tiny balls banging against
my chin.  I thought of how different this time was from the time I'd first
sucked him, when he was in La La Land and had simply smiled and squirmed
through the experience.  At that time I'd stopped short of making him come
because I didn't want that to happen before Parker fucked his ass.  This
time, though, I would keep going because I was eager to see what happened
when a four-year-old boy had an orgasm.

   It didn't take long to find out.  About three minutes later, Connor's
breathing had become very shallow and his little fingers were clawing my
scalp as he bucked away at my face.

   "I feel like I'm gonna pee," he panted.

   Hearing this, Parker and I just smiled at each other, knowing that what
he was really feeling was the onset of his orgasm, and indeed, not ten
seconds later, the boy froze, pressing his groin against my face and
pushing his boner in my mouth while I stuck the tip of my middle finger
into his tight little anus.

   "Ooh!  Ooh!  Ooh!" Connor yipped, his body trembling, his stiffy
throbbing, and his asshole contracting as a dry climax rippled through his
four-year-old frame.  As soon as it was over, the boy slumped forward, and
I had to hold on tight to his little ass to keep him from falling.  After a
few seconds, I let his softening peter fall from between my lips; then I
pulled my finger out of his butt and eased him down until he was sitting on
the floor.  He didn't say anything but he had a dreamy look in his eye and
a satisfied smile on his face.

   "Wow!  That was COOL!" Parker said, playing with his cock.  "Will you do
me now?"

   "Sure, little man, but let's do it a little different, okay?"

   "Okay, cool."

   Winking at Connor, I stretched out face-up on the floor and gestured for
Parker to mouth fuck me from the prone position.  I didn't have to tell him
twice.  Two seconds later three inches of hard white pecker were pistoning
my mouth as I held on to a pair of bouncing white buns.

   "Oooo!" I heard Connor say, and when I glanced to the side I could see
the preschooler crouched down beside us, staring intently, his mouth open
and spit drooling out as he watched his older brother repeatedly plunge his
pale prick into my pursed brown lips.  It was the most energy I'd seen
Parker put into anything since I'd watched him fuck Connor ass, and as his
hairless crotch steadily smacked my face, I kept thinking how it was nice
to be on the receiving end of his labors.

   But I also knew that Parker's hyper pace would again keep him from
lasting very long, so I wasn't surprised when I felt the eight-year-old
stiffen and heard him utter that familiar "Aah, Aah, Aah!" And for the
second time in minutes a young white boy was shivering against my face
while his boner throbbed between my lips and his anus clutched my finger.

   Afterwards Parker lay there resting limp and heavy on my face while I
sniffed the aroma of his sweaty pubic area, flicked my tongue over his
softening peter and played with his asshole.  It took a little while but
Parker finally crawled off my face, disconnecting himself from my mouth and
finger, and lay on the floor.  I took this time to sniff my shit-stained
finger, but I had no idea if it was Connor's or Parker's shit I was
smelling.  Whose ever it was, two seconds later it had become a streak on
my tongue.  I licked my lips and eyed the two redheads, both of whom were
reclining on the floor.

   "Now that you boys have both gotten your rocks off, it's time to get one
of you ready to take my...uhh...winky." Getting up off the floor, I walked
over, sat down on the sofa and, looking at Connor, patted my knee.  "Come
on over here, sport."

   Grinning, Connor eagerly got up and ran over to me.  I picked him up and
laid him face-down across my lap as Parker followed to watch.

   "Okay, Connor, listen--whatever I do, don't move, okay?"

   "'Kay."

   After again winking at Parker, I at first contented myself by just
fondling Connor's ass, sensually caressing it until I heard the boy humming
to himself.  Connor's ass was so small that just one of my hands nearly
covered both cheeks.  For some strange reason this fact made me want to
spank him, even though that wasn't something I normally did or was really
into.  Before I could ponder it any further, though, I found myself raising
my hand and bringing my palm down against the four-year-old's little white
hiney with a resounding "smack!"

   "Ouch!" he yelped, flinching more in surprise, I think, than from the
force of the blow.  But what impressed me was that he didn't follow it with
a complaint or by asking why he was being punished.  It was as if he knew
by osmosis exactly what I was up to.

   I looked up at Parker and his whole face was alive with anticipation at
my next move.  I smiled at him and proceeded to give Connor three more
smacks on his bottom, just enough to turn it a nice warm shade of red. 
Each time I'd struck him, the four-year-old had responded with another
"ouch!" and he had begun to squirm on my lap.

   "I feel something under me," he suddenly said.

   "That's Damon's winky," Parker informed him before I could say anything.

   "But why's it gettin' so hard?" He then turned his head around as far as
he could and looked up at me with his big questioning blue eyes.  "D'ya
hafta pee or somethin'?"

   "Yeah, something like that," I said, smiling down at him while thinking,
Yeah, you little fucker, I'm gonna shoot a nice thick creamy stream of
"pee" right up your shitty little white ass.  I glanced at Parker, and he
was smiling all over his face, as if he'd actually heard what I was
thinking.

   "Okay, Connor," I said, again caressing the boy's cheeks.  "Now I'm
gonna look in your butthole to see why it was hurting before."

   "But my mommy already did that," he said.

   "And what'd she say?" I asked, already knowing the answer, of course,
but wanting to hear him say it.

   "She said it hurt 'cause I made a big poop."

   "I see.  And does it still hurt or has it stopped."

   "Stopped."

   "Good.  But I need to look in it anyway to double-check it and to see
how well you cleaned yourself after your last poop--okay, sport?"

   Again the preschooler casually said, "'Kay."

   Winking at Parker yet again, I spread Connor's cheeks apart, especially
excited to be examining his anus while he was wide awake.  Once more I was
amazed by how large it seemed compared to his tiny buns.  It was a
beautiful, smooth pink hole that I swore was beckoning me, coaxing me into
the belief that I could actually accomplish what he, his brother and I all
wanted me to.

   When I lowered my head to get a better look up the little boy's
butthole, the faint aroma of shit wafted into my nostrils, turning me on
even more, and I impulsively raised the boy's hips and pressed my face in
his ass, nudging my nose into his ass crack.

   "Oooh!" Connor responded, wiggling his tail in my face.

   "Yeah!" Parker giggled.  "Smell my little brother's stink butt!"

   And stink it was, but that shitty smell only made me hornier and more
determined to further investigate its origin.  So after tightening my grip
on Connor's hips, I slowly stood up, wearing his little white ass on my
face like a mask as I lifted his whole body into the air.  Then I turned
around, bent over, and deposited the four-year-old face-down on the sofa.

   Getting on my knees on the floor, I again spread Connor's anus open, so
wide this time that I came within a hairsbreadth of actually tearing the
delicate skin back there as I exposed the deep pink of the boy's interior
bowel for my and Parker's inspection.

   "Wow!" said Parker, his blue eyes as big as saucers.  "I can see the
doo-doo up his butt!"

   "You CAN?" Connor asked, turning his head.

   "Yep!"

   I could too, and this confirmed my suspicion that the shit smell was
coming not from what Connor had already done but from what he had yet to
do. And, of course, I couldn't just sit idly by and wait for the
preschooler to feel the urge to go, I needed to MAKE him feel that urge, so
I took a deep breath and, pushing my head forward, thrust my tongue in the
boy's rectum.

   "Ewwwwww!  Gross!" Connor squealed with delight.  "He's lickin' my
butthole!"

   "Yeah," Parker panted, tugging at his prick.  "He's playin' the toilet
paper game with you, licking the doo-doo right outta your stink butt!"

   Turned on by the boys' comments, I began to slurp Connor's shitter with
renewed vigor, my tongue slithering so far inside him that it bumped up
against something, and the moment that happened, he squirmed.

   "I gotta poop!" he announced, and though I already knew this, hearing
him actually say it made my heart beat like crazy.

   "You can poop in his mouth," said Parker.  "He likes to eat it."

   Connor turned and looked at me with his face scrunched up in a smile of
disbelief.  "You like to eat POOP?"

   "That's right," I said.

   "But it's stinky and yucky."

   "I know."

   "So why do you like to EAT it?"

   "Oh, I don't know," I said, wondering how I could even begin to explain
a shit fetish to a four-year-old.  But Parker bailed me out on this:

   "'Cause he's the Big Brown Poop Eater!" the eight-year-old said,
beaming.

   "Ewwwwww!  Gross!" Connor gleefully wailed.

   "So just make believe his mouth is the toilet and go right in it, okay?"

   "'Kay," the preschooler responded, and that was that.  No further
explanation was necessary.

   "Hey, Damon, instead of doing it in the bathtub, you wanna use Connor's
old potty chair?"

   "Yeah, that's a good idea," I said, impressed by the youngster's
ingenuity.

   Parker ran to the hall closet and began dragging a large box towards the
bathroom.  When I went over to help him, I suggested that we set it up
right in the living room so we'd all have more room.  Parker was hesitant.

   "But suppose something gets on the carpet?" he asked.

   "Don't worry," I said.  "We can use this." Retrieving the fake delivery
package I'd brought in, I opened it up to reveal a big plastic drop cloth,
like the kind house painters use.  "If anything happens, this'll make it
easy to clean up."

   I proceeded to spread the cloth in the middle of the living room; then
Parker and I assembled the potty chair, sans potty, on top of it.  With the
addition of a some phone books, it was instantly converted into a child's
rim seat.  I didn't want the sight of my six-foot frame to distract Connor
from doing what he had to do, so I lay on my back behind the chair then
inched up until my head was in place beneath it.

   Looking down at my face through the open seat of the potty chair, Connor
giggled and waved before turning around to take his seat.  The
four-year-old's ass was so small that when he sat down, most of it
protruded through the opening, nearly coming to rest on my face.  There was
only about an inch of space between his anus and my mouth, with his dick
and tiny balls actually resting on my nose, but it was enough of a
separation for Parker to see exactly what I would be getting from his
little brother.

   "Can I poop now?" Connor asked.

   "Yeah, sport, go ahead."

   As I lay there I was hoping for one of those monster turds that Parker
said Connor sometimes made, because I wanted his intestines to stretch open
as much as possible in preparation for receiving my cock.  And as I gazed
unflinchingly at the little white boy's asshole, I suddenly realized that I
had lucked out, for it kept stretching and stretching and stretching until
it was over an inch in diameter and I could clearly see the light-brown log
making its way out of him.  I was so focused on it that I was startled when
Parker yelled:

   "Wow!  He's making another BIG one!"

   I wanted to say, "He sure the fuck is!" but all I could manage was a
grunt as the preschooler's turd pushed out of his anus, slid past my
trembling lips, and curled up inside my mouth in a thick, steady rope.  And
the real beauty of it all was that, unlike Parker, there was no holding
back, no fear that I might choke or get sick, because Connor wasn't old
enough yet to have those kinds of concerns.  He had to shit and I was the
Big Brown Poop eater, so he was shitting in my mouth--it was just that
simple.

   "Yeah, Big Brown Poop Eater, eat my little brother's big stinky poop!"

   "Yeah, eat my stinky poop all up, Poop Eater!" Connor added, all hyped
up as he parroted his brother's words.

   My mouth was now as full as it could be of the four-year-old's five-star
scat, so I began to chew, biting into the smelly mass and savoring the feel
of it in my mouth as it mixed with my saliva and mashed up between my
teeth. Right in the middle of this, I felt something wet on my forehead.

   "Oooo!" said Parker.  "Now he's PEEing on you!"

   "Mmmmmm!" was all I could say in response as Connor's hot urine poured
all over my forehead and into my hair, saturating it, then pooling onto the
mat under my head.  Once more I relished the boy's natural, unpretentious
ease in so casually doing his business on me.

   Then I swallowed; then I chewed some more; then I swallowed again, and
just that quickly Connor's monster turd had been conquered, as it easily
slid down my throat and into my stomach, satisfying not only my need to
feast on a child's shit but that other equally powerful need to snatch away
his innocence by having him participate in something so perverse.

   "Hey, Connor, you finished or you still have to go?" asked Parker.

   "I still hafta go some more," Connor answered.

   Hearing this, I trained my eyes on the preschooler's puckering poop
chute and waited.  Since Parker had gotten to see me eat the big
first-course meal that came out of his little brother's anus, I decided
this next serving should be a more private affair between patron and chef
alone, so as soon as Connor's asshole opened up, I gently sealed my lips
over it.

   "Hey!  I can't see!" Parker protested.

   I just cut my eyes over at the third-grader and held up a finger for him
to wait.  He seemed to understand right away what I wanted because he said
nothing more, enabling me to focus on the series of softer turds that were
now plopping into my hungry mouth.

   "Mmmmmmmm!" I again moaned, and the very idea that Parker could no
longer see Connor's shit or know how much of it I was eating--that it was a
now secret only Connor and I shared--was a totally different kind of
turn-on for me, and I wallowed in the sick intimacy of it as I damn near
sucked the remaining excrement out of the four-year-old and greedily
gobbled it down.

   "Finished," Connor suddenly said, and before I got a chance to clean his
asshole with my tongue, he stood up.  Then he turned around and once again
looked down through the potty seat at my face.  I immediately opened my
mouth and stuck out my tongue, and when he and his brother saw all the
brown leftovers of his bowel movement, I got an extended duet of
"Ewwwwwwww! Gross!" and a priceless frown out of the two boys, which
delighted me.

   Sliding my head from under the potty chair, I asked Parker to get a
dirty towel out of the hamper so I wouldn't drip Connor piss all over the
living room.  When he came back with it, I dabbed my hair as dry as I could
then got up and sat on the couch, smiling at the boys and patting my
stomach to indicate that Connor's shit had filled me up.

   By now my erection, still hidden by my drawers and undershirt, was so
hard it ached, and at that point I knew that, just like Parker had said all
along, I was going to fuck his little four-year-old brother.  His mini ass
was simply too much of a temptation, and I was simply too weak to resist
it. Of course, I tried to justify what I was about to do by telling myself
that Parker had already experienced fucking Connor and, therefore, knew
better than anyone if the preschooler's anus was able to stretch open
enough to take my seven-inch tool.  And since the eight-year-old had
declared that it could, who was I to argue with him?  Besides, now that
Connor had dumped his load in my mouth, it would be a terrible waste to let
his temporarily expanded colon just shrink back to normal without
attempting to stuff my dick in it.

   Before I did it, though, I again needed to divert his attention from my
dick.  He needed to be completely occupied doing something else so that
when I finally dropped my drawers, he wouldn't get even a glimpse of my
erection before it was already making its way up his butt.

   Again Parker came to the rescue, asking Connor if he wanted to play a
new game.

   "Is it a nasty game?" he asked.

   "Yep," Parker confirmed.  "But a different one."

   "'Kay," Connor agreed.  Then he looked at me.  "Is Damon gonna play
too?"

   Parker looked over at me and smiled.  "No, not this time.  Since he just
ate, he has to wait for his stomach to settle down.  So it'll just be the
two of us, okay?"

   "'Kay."

   Parker said that the game was called "Who Can Smell the Most Stinkiest
Fart in the World?" and explained how the players took turns farting then
sniffing each other's butts to see whose farts smelled worse.  At first
Connor didn't seem too enthusiastic about playing this new game--that is,
until Parker said that Connor could fart first, upon which his whole
attitude changed.  I suggested that the boys play right next to me on the
sofa, so I could help to judge the "stinkiness" of their farts, and they
readily agreed, Connor scurrying over, climbing onto the sofa and crouching
down on his hands and knees, his little butt sticking up enticingly and the
brown smears on his unwiped asshole contrasting prominently against his
white skin.  Parker was right behind him, winking at me as he dutifully
took his place behind his little brother, placed his hands on his ass, and
leaned over to place his nose about half an inch away from his anus.

   "You ready?" asked Connor.

   "Yeah, go ahead and fart," Parker replied.

   I sat there watching and listening as the four-year-old pushed and
strained, but having just moved his bowels, he was unable to produce any
gas, so he finally gave up, allowing Parker to get away with having to
endure only the funky after-odor of his shitty ass.

   But I refused to give up, meaning I could no longer resist Connor's
dirty asshole, so as soon as Parker backed away I dove in, digging my
tongue into the boy's poop chute and noisily licking out the leftover shit
while both Connor and Parker crooned their approval.  By the time I was
done, the brown smears were completely gone, replaced by tiny white spit
bubbles as the boy's pink rosette glistened with my saliva.

   Parker examined his brother's wet asshole, smiled at me, then gave
Connor a little smack on his butt.  "Okay, your turn."

   Connor climbed off the sofa and stood beside it as Parker took his
place. I was about to suggest to the third-grader that he position himself
differently to make it easier for me to attack Connor's ass once the two of
them were occupied.  But again the boy was way ahead of me.  Instead of
getting on his hands and knees, he flopped onto his back, pulled his legs
back, and hooked his arms around his thighs, resting his head against the
arm rest.

   Connor approached his big brother's upturned ass cautiously, bending
over to give it a tentative sniff before climbing back onto the sofa on his
knees, leaning over and reluctantly putting his nose next to Parker's
pouting anus.

   "You ready?" Parker asked him.

   Connor nodded.

   The younger O'Shea wasn't as lucky as the older one had been, for Parker
let loose with a loud, smelly fart right in the preschooler's nose,
bombarding him with a hot oniony odor.

   "Ugghh!  Phewy!" Connor gasped, but before he could retreat, Parker
locked his legs around the boy's head, holding him in place.

   "Smell it, Connor!" Parker yelled at him.  "Smell my stinky fart!"

   "Mmph!  Mmph!" Connor complained, and he braced his hands against his
brother's thighs, trying to give himself enough leverage to pull his face
out of the boy's butt crack.  But as soon as Parker saw him do this, he
reached forward and grabbed Connor's wrists, snatching hands off his legs
and holding him fast.

   While the two boys scuffled, I stood up, swiftly pulling off my
undershirt and stepping out of my drawers.  Of course Parker had seen my
dick before, but as he looked at it this time, he seemed surprised by how
hard it was, as it pointed straight up at the ceiling.  It took me only a
couple of seconds to mount Connor, spreading his spit-moistened asshole
open with my left hand and nestling the knob of my dick against it with my
right.

   As I looked down, the very first thing I thought was, No way!  The
disparity was so enormous that it was hard to describe.  Here was this
thick brown cock that I was going to try to push into a tiny pink hole.  I
envisioned a Great Dane trying to penetrate a Chihuahua as I wondered
exactly WHERE inside Connor's little shithole there was any ROOM for seven
inches of dick to go.  I wasn't at all sure this would work.  But in the
midst of my hesitation, something spurred me on:

   "Go ahead, Damon, stick it in him NOW!"

   My libido snapped to attention at Parker's command, and almost
instinctively I leaned forward.

   "Owwwwwwwwww!" Connor yowled.

   It was evident that the four-year-old had changed his mind about wanting
my "winky" up his butt as he tried desperately to twist his behind out of
the line of fire.  But his 40 pounds was no match for my 175; and with that
anal-heat-seeking missile between my legs having zeroed in on its target,
there was no turning back.

   "Nnnnngghh!" I groaned as the head of my dick strained against Connor's
pucker, and while I knew I was probably causing the little redhead all
kinds of pain, I no longer cared.  Now the most important thing was
penetrating him, so despite his protests, I continued to press at the
resistant opening until it finally yielded and I felt that familiar,
magical feeling of the head of my dick breaching the constrictive tightness
of a young boy's anal ring.

   "Eeeeeeeeeee!" the preschooler shrieked as my cockhead slipped into his
rectum.

   "Is it in?" Parker asked, still struggling to hold Connor's face in his
ass.

   "Yeah," I said, "you can let him go now."

   As soon as he did, I pressed my forearm into Connor's back to make sure
he didn't try to use that moment to escape, while Parker moved back and sat
on the armrest.  His eyes twinkled and his mouth dropped as he gazed at my
thick black shaft splitting the tiny twin moons of his brother's butt.

   "Oooo!  That looks so COOL!

   For his part, Connor had stopped fighting and settled down, his little
body simply quivering as, with his mouth open and spit again drooling out,
he only whimpered.  I wondered, though, just how long this quiet period
would last with six inches of shaft still left for his asshole to swallow.

   "Go ahead and stick the rest in him!" Parker said breathlessly, now
pulling at his own stiff prick.

   Again I followed Parker's orders, and as I bore down, I could actually
feel the four-year-old's insides stretching open as his still-developing
colon strained to accommodate my oversized invader.  I just hoped I wasn't
doing any permanent damage to the boy.

   "Yeah, Damon!" said Parker.  "Stick it all the way up his butt!"

   "Owwwwwwwwww!!" Connor again began to wail, his cries muffled by the
throw pillow he'd buried his face in.  "It hurrrrrrts!"

   Again ignoring his complaints, I leaned forward, steadied myself and
used my weight to force my pole deeper and deeper into the little redhead's
shithole.  Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, I felt it sinking in until
finally my balls were pressing against the pones of Connor's ass.

   "Shit, I can't believe it!" I panted.  "My whole fuckin' dick is up this
little fucker's asshole!"

   "Cool!" Parker beamed.

   Never before had my dick been so completely ensheathed inside another
person.  It was as close as I had ever come to feeling that my own body and
someone else's were one, that we were physically fused together.  I
couldn't even sort out the pulsations I was feeling along my shaft.  Were
they coming from Connor's asshole or my dick?  At the time it didn't matter
because I was savoring those feelings while trying hard not to come
prematurely, which could very easily have happened with just a couple of
deep contractions of Connor's rectum.

   For nearly a minute there was no talking, just labored breathing from
the three of us, but for three very different reasons.  As I lay on top of
Connor, I couldn't help thinking how less than two weeks ago, the very idea
of approaching a little white boy for sex had been unthinkable; now here I
was with my dick buried to my balls in the asshole of the youngest boy,
black or white, I had ever had plugged, and I felt absolutely triumphant.

   After that brief respite I attempted to fuck the four-year-old, but when
I lifted my hips I was surprised to feel Connor's butt also raise up.  So I
lowered myself and tried it again, and again up in the air right along with
me came Connor's ass.  At first I thought he was doing it deliberately but
then I realized that, despite the lather of spit that had allowed me to
penetrate him, my dick was now planted so solidly in the little boy's
asshole that it couldn't slide, so each time I raised up, the entire lower
half of Connor's body came with me.  Fascinated by this, I amused myself by
raising up a few more times just to see and feel Connor's behind follow me
up.  In a little flight of fancy, I imagined myself raising up even higher
while staying bent over, then moving from my knees to my feet, and slowly
continuing to rise until the preschooler's entire body was suspended from
my dick and dangling in the air!  If that had been possible, I would have
had to stop the show long enough to retrieve Parker's eyeballs, for they
would surely have popped out of his head at the sight.

   "Come on, Damon," Parker now whined, startling me out of my daydream. 
"Don't just lay there.  Go ahead and DO him."

   Giving the eight-year-old an evil grin, I asked, "Do WHAT to him?"

   Parker's lips curl up into sly smile.  "FUCK him!"

   The way he said it sent a shiver up my spine because I could hear the
vitriol in his voice, and it surprised me.  I wasn't sure why, but he
actually wanted me to hurt his baby brother.  I thought it might have
something to do with his losing his mom's full attention when Connor came
along; maybe this was a way for Parker to get back at the two of them for
that.  But this wasn't the time for dime-store psychology.  Right now my
dick was planted seven inches deep in a four-year-old boy's ass, and it was
time to make a man--or a girl--out of him.

   So again I lifted up, and again Connor's ass followed me up, but by now
so much of my pre-orgasm juice had leaked into the boy's rectum that I
could feel him slowly begin to slide off.  So I eased myself back down and,
pressing the small of his back, again raised up.  This time I was easily
able to pull my cock out of his stretched hole, and as the shit-streaked
shaft emerged, I marveled at the fact that the four-year-old's mini-butt
had been able to swallow so much dick.

   "Wow!" Parker gasped, and I realized that I wasn't the only one
marveling at the storage capacity of the preschooler's asshole.  "I can't
believe all that was up his butt!"

   "Neither can I," I agreed, "and I REALLY can't believe I'm gonna put it
all right back in."

   "Noooooo!" Connor pleaded, his face still pressed into the throw pillow.

   "Yeaaaah!" Parker giggled in response as I plunged my ramrod back to the
bottom of his brother's anal tunnel.  This time I rested for only a few
seconds before again pulling out all but the head.  Then I took a deep
breath and pushed everything back inside him again.  With each successive
stroke, there was a little less friction, as a wicked combination of spit,
shit, pre-orgasm juice and the incredible elasticity of Connor's colon all
worked together to make my dick slide more easily.  Pretty soon I was
pistoning the little white boy's shit chute with impunity.

   "Yeah, fuck him, Damon!" Parker cheered me on.  "Fuck his little white
ass!"

   That made me smile, for it was an indicator of just how far Parker had
come in crossing over to the "dark side" with me.

   "Owwwwwwwwww!" Connor again cried out, but with much less intensity than
before, as if he were no longer reacting to the pain of being butt-fucked
but to the sheer humiliation of it.

   "Shut up, Connor!" Parker yelled at him, and amazingly he quieted down
at once, his outbursts replaced by a steady whimper.  It was amazing.  Only
minutes ago I wasn't sure I would even be able to penetrate Connor's anus.
Now I was not only fully inside him but bouncing on top of him, my crotch
smacking against his cheeks as I repeatedly drove my dick up his hot little
ass while his brother urged me to fuck him even harder.  It was the kind of
scene that, even as kinky as I am, would have shocked me had I had walked
in on it.

   And then there was Connor, lying there so quietly, as if his
four-year-old poop chute had been plowed by a big black cock a hundred
times before.  I truly don't know how he took it.  But the fact that he WAS
taking it--that he was enduring a full-fledged, no-holds-barred ass fuck
while uttering nothing more than a sniffle and a sharp exhalation of breath
every time I slammed into him--confirmed for me that he was a natural
bottom who, by the time he was Parker's age, would be able to take on
foot-long cocks without batting an eye.

   Of course there was no way I could maintain such a rabid fuck pace, but
even after occasionally slowing down to prolong my pleasure, I soon found
myself unable to hold my orgasm back, so after several more vigorous
strokes, I thrust my tool as far as I could up Connor's ass, crushing him
into the sofa cushions as my whole body began to shake and shiver.

   "Nnnnnngghh!!  Shit!  Fuck!  I'm coming!  Take it right up your little
white ass, Connor!"

   With those words I flooded the four-year-old's bowels with a week's
worth of pent-up semen.

   About two seconds into my ejaculation, Connor's head bolted up.  He
seemed to be in a panic as he looked up at his brother.  "Hey!  Damon's
PEEING in my butt!"

   "No, he's not, stupid, he's shooting sperms in it," Parker calmly
explained.

   "What's that?"

   "You'll find out when you get a little older," said Parker, proudly
passing on the information I'd given him during our first meeting.

   "But it feels funny."

   "That's 'cause he's probably shooting a whole LOT of sperms in there,
right Damon?"

   "Mm-hm," I grunted.  The third-grader had indeed hit the nail on the
head, for I was filling Connor's asshole as I had never filled anyone's
before.  I think the very idea that I was pumping my seed up the ass of a
four-year-old white boy was working to draw every last sperm cell out of my
gonads.

   On impulse I rubbed my nose in Connor's hair, savoring its fruity
shampoo odor.  Then I stuck two fingers in his mouth.  Without hesitation
he bit down on them with his baby teeth, sending a tiny sensation of
pain/pleasure shooting through me, and as that happened I imagined that the
spit I felt in his mouth was really my own sperm that had worked its way
through the twists and turns of his intestines, into his tummy, up his
throat and into his mouth.  Then I imagined Connor asleep in his bed,
naked, lying on his stomach with his head turned to the side--just as I'd
seen him the last time I'd visited.  But this time, from both his open
mouth and his dilated anus, a river of sperm was drooling out, leaving big
sticky wet puddles on the pillow and sheet.

   "Wow!" I heard Parker say.  "You mean you're STILL shooting sperms up
his butt?"

   "That's right, little man.  I built up such a big load since the last
time I was here that by the time I finish filling your little brother's
butt, he'll have enough come in him to open up a sperm bank."

   "Cool," Parker giggled, though I'm not really sure he understood the
joke; then, after a pause, he asked, "Hey, Damon, when you take it out, can
I see the sperms up his butt?"

   "Sure, Park.  In fact, you can do more than that."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Well, you said you didn't mind the taste, right?"

   "You mean your sperms?"

   "Right."

   Instantly his face squinched up.  "So...you want me to lick your sperms
outta Connor's butthole?"

   "Only if you're okay with it," I said.  "Are you?" But I'd already
sensed that he wouldn't say "no," that he would approach it as a challenge.

   "Yeah...I'm okay with it," he said confidently.  (But I could tell that
he was trying hard to buoy up his courage.)

   "Good.  And since there's gonna be a lot, we can share it, okay?"

   Now he relaxed and smiled.  "Okay." He hopped off the sofa and stood
beside us.

   "Just give me a minute.  I'm almost done."

   I flexed my sphincter several times to squeeze out the last of my semen,
and I could feel Connor's rectum automatically spasming in response,
helping to milk me dry.  Now I was eager to see what the four-year-old's
abused asshole looked like, so I braced myself and lifted my hips, slowly
withdrawing my shrinking cock from his shitter.  It was slow going, almost
as if the little redhead's asshole had grown attached to its big black
invader and now didn't want to let it go.  But with some gentle tugging, I
managed to extract it, the head coming out with a soft but distinct "pop."

   "Ouch!" Connor yelped.

   "Oooooo!" Parker responded, and I didn't know if he was reacting to the
light-brown shit that was stuck to the end of my dick or his little
brother's distended anus.  My bet was on the latter because it looked so
different from the way it had before the ass fuck.  No longer was it a tiny
pale-pink hole nestled sweetly between those two little white buns.  Now it
was a big angry-looking red hole full of thick, pearly come that was
already beginning to leak out.

   "Damn!" I said, a little afraid as I gently spread Connor's buns apart
to get a better look at his well-fucked hole.  "I really opened him up,
didn't I?"

   "Yeah, and it looks REALLY cool!" said Parker; then he ruffled Connor's
hair and asked him, "So how'd Damon's penis feel up your butt?"

   "It hurt," Connor whined.

   "But after a while it felt good, right?" I asked.

   "Ummmmmm...yeah, I guess," he admitted.  "But now I feel air back
there."

   I suppose so, I said to myself, since your asshole's about as big as the
Lincoln Tunnel, right now.  Before I could further examine it and determine
how much damage I'd done, though, Parker crawled between his brother's
spread-apart legs and, grabbing his hips, lifted up the boy's tiny butt. 
With Connor now on his knees, Parker stared at the big blob of sperm
rolling out of his anus.  Then, after glancing up at me and winking, he
thrust his face in the preschooler's ass.

   "Ooh!" Connor gasped, closing his eyes as Parker's tongue speared his
wide-open hole; and when the eight-year-old began to noisily lap up the
spunk seeping out of his shithole, Connor began to moan.

   "Oooohh!  Do that some more, Damon!  It feels good!"

   "It's not me this time, sport."

   When the boy heard that, he quickly turned his head to the side, and
when he saw me, his eyes flew open and his mouth dropped after which he
tried to twist his head around far enough to see his brother performing the
filthy act on him.

   "Hey, I didn't know YOU like lickin' my butthole, too!"

   Parker, his lips and chin covered with come, lifted his head just long
enough to say, "Shut up and be still or I'll stop.  And you better not poop
in my mouth, either."

   Connor just giggled then wiggled his butt in Parker's face.

   As I watched the two brothers, I smiled and thought how instead of muff
diving, Parker was DUFF diving as he eagerly slurped my semen out of
Connor's asshole.  I was so turned on by Parker's actions that I could feel
my dick getting hard again, so crawling behind him, I crouched down, spread
his ass cheeks, and began to do to him what he was doing to Connor.

   "Mmmmmmmm," Parker moaned, and he followed Connor's lead by wiggling his
ass in my face then went beyond it by farting right in my nose.

   "Fuck!" I muttered as I inhaled the foul aroma.

   "What happened?" asked Connor.

   "Damon's smellin' The Most Stinkiest Fart in the World, just like you
did."

   "Ewwwwww!" Connor squealed with joy.

   "So how's it smell, Damon?"

   "Mm-hm," I responded, as I continued to sniff the third-grader's ass gas
then forced my tongue as far inside his shitty hole as I could get it.

   "Oooohh!" Parker gasped, and his asshole contracted so strongly on my
tongue that it actually hurt a little.

   It wasn't until that moment that I knew fucking Connor's ass--as
exhilarating as it had been--wasn't going to be enough for me.  I didn't
want to simply dig deeper where someone else had already dug; I wanted to
break new ground, and that meant fucking a truly virgin ass--in other
words, the one that had just farted in my face.

   The more I thought about it, the hornier I got, and the more I knew I
had to do it.  The problem was how to approach Parker about it.  He had
worked so hard to make it possible for me to fuck his little brother that I
felt almost as though I would be betraying him if I told him that I now
wanted him to give up his own ass to me as well.

   But either serendipity or Satan or both were in my corner that afternoon
because as soon as I decided to take Parker's virginity, the eight-year-old
stopped licking Connor's asshole, turned to face me (with my sperm again
smeared all over his lips and chin), and quietly asked, "Hey, Damon, will
you do something for me?"

   "Sure, little man.  What did you have in mind?"

   Leaning over, he whispered, "Will you do me up MY butt now?"

   My heart started beating so fast that at first it was hard for me to
answer him.  But I took a breath, finding my voice, and said, "Sure, if
that's what you want."

   Smiling, he nodded then turned back to his brother, who was still lying
ass-up in front of him.  "Wait here a minute, Connor.  We'll be right back,
okay?"

   "'Kay."

   Taking my arm, Parker hastened me into the bathroom and closed the door.
His blue eyes were wide with concern.  "So when you do me, is it gonna
hurt?"

   "Well, to be honest, you're gonna feel a little something when it first
goes in, just like Connor did, but I promise it'll go away fast."

   "Are you SURE?"

   "Positive."

   The boy reluctantly nodded, but his fear was still very evident.

   "But, listen," I continued, "we can do something else to make it hurt
even less, so Connor'll never know it's really your first time doing it."

   "Really?  What?"

   Instead of answering him, I opened the medicine cabinet and, after a
brief search, found what I was looking for.  "This," I said, showing him
the little jar of Vaseline.  "Turn around and bend over."

   Still apprehensive, the boy hesitated before complying.  As soon as he
was in position I scooped a big gob of grease out of the jar with my middle
finger and carefully inserted it in Parker's asshole.

   "Nngh!" he grunted, flinching as I slid my finger in and out of his
rectum a few times to make sure it was well-coated.  Then I pulled out and
wiped the excess off on my dick, which was almost fully erect again.

   "That should do it," I said, closing the jar and putting in back in the
cabinet.  "Just remember, when I start putting it in you, push out like
you're taking a shit.  That's make things go a lot easier."

   "Okay," said Parker, and I could tell that he was feeling better about
what we were about to do, because his face was more relaxed.

   When Parker and I returned to the living room, the first thing we
noticed was that more of my semen had oozed out of Connor's bowels, as a
long, sticky white strand stretched from his anus, along his perineum, and
onto his balls, where it now hung in a gooey glob.  The sight both
disgusted and delighted me, and those mixed feelings only made my dick get
harder, for I suddenly imagined Parker's little white ass right alongside
his brother's, both assholes oozing sperm while I captured it all on a live
web-cam feed and took on-line bets from my fellow pedophiles as to which
boy would leave the bigger puddle on the cushion.

   Crouching down behind Connor, I took over where Parker had left off,
first lapping up the come that was about to drop off his balls then
carefully making my way up until I was drilling my tongue into his
still-gaping anus.

   "Oooohh!  That feels goooood, Parker!"

   "Nope, it's not me.  It's Damon."

   Connor turned his head, and when he saw his brother off to the side
watching, he giggled.  "Hey--you guys keep trying to fool me!"

   After slurping the four-year-old's shitter for another minute or so, I
pulled back and peered inside it.  I didn't see any more sperm, so I gave
his hole a final kiss then turned to Parker.

   "Okay, Park, I'm ready for you," I said.  "But let's do it in your
room."

   "Okay," Parker agreed.

   "Do what?" Connor asked, turning to look at us.

   "Damon's gonna fuck my butt," said Parker, "so you better come on if you
wanna watch."

   "Oh, boy!" Connor shrilled, and he nearly tumbled off the sofa in his
eagerness to follow us.

   As the boys and I made our way to their bedroom, I imagined talking to
my buddies the next day on the UPS loading dock: "Hey, Damon, what'd you do
on your afternoon off?" "Oh, I went to this white chick's house and fucked
her two little boys up the ass!" "Say, WHAT??!!" I smiled as I imagined
their shocked expressions...but then, I was sure that at least a couple of
them would have secretly wanted to take my place.

   Once we were in the room, Parker hopped up on his bed and crouched on
his knees and his elbows, sticking his ass up in the breeze the same way
Connor had only moments earlier.  He then looked at me and, smiling, stuck
out his tongue and began wagging his butt enticingly, inviting me to spear
it.

   "So, Park," I said, licking my lips as I stared at him, "you ready for
it?"

   "Yep," he said confidently.

   I glanced at Connor.  He was just standing there, right beside the bed,
his eyes and his mouth both wide open and as he looked back and forth from
his brother's ass to my fully-erect, super-hard pile driver.

   "You gonna stick that great big winky in his BUTT?" he asked.

   I looked at him quizzically.  "Yeah, Connor, just like I stuck it in
yours."

   Returning my confused look, he asked, "You mean, all THAT was in MY
butt?"

   "It sure was," I said, smiling because I suddenly realized that the
first time Connor had actually seen my dick was after I'd fucked him and
pulled out, when it had already shrunk down to less than half mast.

   "Yikes!" the four-year-old shrieked, grinning in amazement that the
brown seven-inch rod standing at attention at the level of his face was
what had traveled up his little Hershey Highway.

   For good luck, I reached behind Connor, slipped two fingers between his
naked ass cheeks and scooped out a gob of my sperm, which was still leaking
from his stretched asshole; I then rubbed in on the head of my dick,
watching closely as it mixed with the Vaseline and Connor's shit to form a
sticky light-brown paste.  After that I got on my knees behind Parker and,
gently grasping his waist, moved up until my dick was nestled in his ass
crack like a hotdog in a bun.

   "Mmmmmm...that feels nice," I said, and it felt even nicer when Parker
began to bob his ass, sliding it up and down my shaft and stimulating me so
intensely that after only a few seconds I had to stop him in mid-bob to
keep him from triggering my orgasm.  Then I grasped my cock with one hand
and used the other to pull one of Parker's buns to the side, exposing his
greased anus.

   "Okay, Park, get ready," I said, and I pressed the knob of my dick
against the eight-year-old's pucker.

   Even with the lubrication, it was no picnic getting into Parker's
asshole.  It was as though his sphincter knew what I was trying to do and
was fighting as hard as it could to preserve his virginity by keeping me
out.  But I was persistent, and after I reminded Parker to push out, it
finally opened up enough for my cockhead to slip inside.

   "Oooh!" Parker winced, and he instinctively leaned forward to escape the
momentary pain.  But I had already gotten a firm grip on his haunches and
pulled him back, holding him fast until I felt his sphincter close around
my glans.

   When I looked down to see my dark brown pole protruding from between
Parker's pale ass cheeks I was jubilant.  He may have beaten me to the
punch in taking Connor's anal virginity, but I had now gotten back at him
by taking his.

   "You okay, little man?"

   "Yeah," he panted.

   "Does it hurt?"

   "Not too much."

   "Oooooo!" Connor cooed, staring wide-eyed at us.  "His winky is stickin'
right in your butt!"

   But it was only the head.  Now, just like Connor, he would have to
endure taking six more inches of dick up his ass.  I did not, however, want
Parker to feel the kind of pain he'd obviously wanted his little brother to
feel when I'd stuck it to him.  I guess it was because I considered Parker
to be my partner and also because I felt some identification with him,
being that I was about his age when my stepfather introduced me to anal
sex. So while I contented myself with savoring the feeling of Parker's
tight asshole contracting on my swollen knob, I reached under him, gently
grasped his pecker, and began to masturbate him, hoping to get the
eight-year-old to relax enough to ignore whatever pain he might feel when I
introduced the rest of my cock into his virgin orifice.

   "Mmmmmmmm!" Parker moaned as I skillfully slid my fingers up and down
his stiffy.  "That feels good."

   As I stroked the boy, I again thought about my stepfather, vividly
recalling that night almost twenty years ago when he'd taken my anal
cherry. Sneaking into my room just as I was falling asleep, he'd snatched
my pajama bottoms down and jumped on top of me, pinning me to the bed. 
Then, giving in to the same animal nature I had surrendered to when fucking
Connor, he shoved every inch of his greasy black cock up my ass in a
"quick-stick" move that, at the time, I was sure would leave me disfigured
for life.  Once inside me, he immediately began to hump me hard, grunting
like a bull and crushing me into the mattress while I screamed into my
pillow.  Only as an afterthought--probably to get me to stop crying so
much--did the bastard finally reach under me and start stroking my weiner.
As soon as he did, I began to quiet down, as I focused less on the burning
in my asshole and more on the pleasure his fondling fingers were giving me.
But I didn't even get to enjoy that for very long because the moment the
bastard came--squealing like a stuck pig as he shot what felt like a gallon
of come up my ass--he pulled right out and stopped stroking me, leaving me
hanging on the verge of an orgasm.  Then he got up and, after slapping me
hard on the ass, told me I had a "nice tight boy pussy" and left.  Not too
long after that my mom dumped him, not because she found out about what
he'd done to me--I was too embarrassed to say anything to her--but because
he treated her the same shitty way he treated me, and she got tired of it.

   "Oooohh!" Parker gasped, waking me up from my daydream, and when I
looked down I saw that his ass was pressing into my pubes!  While reliving
my childhood and stroking him, he had gradually inched back until his
asshole had swallowed up the entire length of my pole.  The gasp had come
when the last inch sank into his shithole.

   "Oo!  Oo!" Connor hooted with excitement.  "Now his winky is ALL the way
in your butt!"

   "It is?" Parker asked turning his head.

   "Yeah, Park, but don't move," I said, letting go of his stiffy.  "It
feels so good in there that if you move, I might accidentally come, and I
don't wanna do that before I get a chance to fuck you."

   "Cool," Parker replied, and he turned his head back and kept as still as
possible, though he couldn't keep his rectum from involuntarily contracting
on my shaft.

   Meanwhile I was back in hog heaven.  Because Parker had never had even a
small dick up his ass before, his rectum was damn near as tight as
Connor's, and as it pulsated on my swollen member, I closed my eyes, took a
nice deep breath, and just basked in deliciousness of this unexpected anal
treat.

   In the midst of luxuriating, I was startled to hear, "Hey, when are you
guys gonna DO it?" It was Connor.  I had gotten so comfortable that I
almost forgot the preschooler was there.

   "In a minute, sport.  Let's give your brother's butthole a little more
time to get used to my winky, okay?"

   "'Kay."

   But the four-year-old was standing there staring at us so hard, with so
much anticipation in his big blue eyes, that I felt compelled to cut the
adjustment period short and start the next stage of the deflowering.

   "You ready to go again, little man?"

   "I think so."

   "Okay, let's do it," I said, and right away I braced my hands on the
third-grader's hips and, after an initial tug to get started, began to pull
my pole out of his rectum, moving slowly and steadily until soon only the
head remained inside him.

   "Oooo, look, Damon!  My brother's poop is all on your winky!"

   I looked down to see streaks of brown all along my shaft, and about two
seconds later, the odor of fresh shit hit my nostrils as well as Connor's.

   "Phewy!" said the preschooler, holding his nose and backing up until he
bumped into his own bed.

   Little Pussy, I said to myself as I pushed my prod back into Parker's
turd tunnel.  It's okay for us to smell HIS shit but he can't stand the
smell of someone else's.  As I started my dick on its next, slightly faster
trip out of Parker's asshole I promised myself that before I left, I would
teach the four-year-old to appreciate his brother's shit a little
more...even if I had to force that lesson on him.

   By now Parker's rectum had relaxed enough to accommodate the steady
in-and-out of my prong without causing him too much pain, so I began to
speed up my strokes.  As I got going, everything began to heat up, so the
shit smell got even stronger, which I was sure would keep Connor at arm's
length.  But the little boy was so fascinating seeing me fuck his brother's
ass that he gradually made his way back over, his mouth and his eyes both
wide open again and spit again dripping from his bottom lip.

   "Yeah, Park, DO it!" I groaned.  "Show Connor how YOU can take it
without crying!"

   Yeah, it was a jab, and not one that I was being either fair or serious
about since, as I said before, I actually admired Connor for being able to
take my dick while crying so little.  But because I intended to keep both
of these pint-sized redheads as my fuck toys for a long time, I figured
that creating a little sibling rivalry over who was better at taking it up
the ass wouldn't hurt my cause.

   Of course the other reason my little jab at Connor wasn't fair was
because I was helping Parker not to cry by masturbating him while I banged
his booty, though it wasn't easy trying to coordinate my orgasm with his. I
knew that if I stroked him too vigorously, he might come before me and have
to suffer through the last hard thrusts of my dick into his shithole.  But
if I stroked him too lightly, he'd be left hanging after I ejaculated.  So
I ended up stroking him only intermittently.  Since I had a good idea of
just how quick on the trigger he was, I was confident I could get us to
come at the same time.

   It wasn't long before that confidence was put to the test.  Just as all
my senses and nerve endings were reaching their peak of stimulation--as my
cock slid effortlessly in and out of Parker's asshole, as I savored the
aroma of his shit, and as I listened to the breathy "ungh!" he grunted out
every time I slammed into him and the faint but clearly audible "chk, chk,
chk" of my dick plunging into his shit sac--my orgasm grabbed me by the
balls.

   "Nnnnnngghh!!" I heard myself moan, after what felt like an electric
shock hit me.  Grabbing Parker around his waist, I pulled him hard into my
crotch, fully impaling him on my boner while continuing to masturbate him
with my other hand.

   "Take it, Park!  Take it right up your little white ass, just like your
brother did!" And my whole body began to vibrate as I shot my load in
Parker's virgin asshole, christening it with spurt after spurt of hot,
sticky semen.

   Two seconds later I felt Parker's body convulse and heard him utter
"Aah, Aah, Aah!" and I was immediately able to enjoy my orgasm even more
because I knew that I had succeeded in stroking him to a climax, as the
boy's entire frame quivered and his rectum repeatedly spasmed on my
throbbing shaft, helping to milk out my semen.

   "Is he peeing in YOUR butt, too?" Connor suddenly asked.

   "I told you...it's NOT pee...it's sperms," Parker managed to rasp out
between breaths.

   "But he's not getting as much as you did," I added, trying to reassure
the four-year-old that HIS little ass was still my number-one sperm
receptacle (though I WAS pumping much more into Parker than I thought I was
capable of producing this soon after fucking Connor).

   Before long it was over.  My third-grade partner and I had surfed the
waves of our orgasms and we were now both trying to catch our breath, as
the last drops of my spunk spilled into his still-clutching asshole.  Since
Parker's body was already sagging in front in me, I simply lessened my hold
on his hips and allowed his asshole to slip off my shrinking cock at its
own pace.  It didn't take long for gravity to disconnect us, and as soon as
my dick plopped out of him, Parker dropped onto the bed.

   "Yuck!" said Connor, frowning and pointing at my crotch.  "There's a big
poop on your winky!"

   And indeed, because I hadn't prefaced our anal activities by eating
Parker's shit, my dick had rooted into the turd buried in the
eight-year-old's bowels, the same turd that was now slowly making its way
down his shit chute.

   Scooping the dollop of doo-doo off the head of my "winky," I stared
straight at Connor and, smiling, casually popped it in my mouth.

   "Ewwwwww!  Gross!" the four-year-old squealed, his face squinched up.

   I moved the little turd around in my mouth but only pretended to swallow
it; then, with my lips still pressed tightly together, I motioned for
Connor to come over, ostensibly so that when I opened my mouth he could see
up close that I had swallowed his brother's shit.  But as soon as the tyke
was in range, I grabbed the back of the head, bent over, and pressed my
lips to his.

   "Noooooo!" came his muffled protest as he tried desperately to pull away
from me.  But by then it was too late; I had already slipped the turdlet
into his spitty mouth, right before he could block it with his teeth. 
Horrified that his brother's shit was now in his mouth, the preschooler,
panicking, quickly spit it right back in mine.  Only then did I release his
head, and the boy nearly fell on his butt in his haste to back away from
me. Meanwhile Parker, having witnessed all of this, was laughing
hysterically.

   "Oooo!  He got you GOOD, Connor!"

   "Yuck!!" was all Connor could say as he stood there frowning and
spitting.  His anger had given his cheeks a rosy glow similar to the one
his ass cheeks had taken on when I'd spanked him.  I could tell that he was
right on the verge of crying, and I was sure that only his sheer
stubbornness--his absolute refusal to let either me or Parker see just how
upset he was, as well as his determination to prove to me that he wasn't a
crybaby--kept his tears from falling.

   "Why you did that to me?" he finally whined.

   "Just having a little fun, sport, that's all," I said.

   "Well, it wasn't funny.  It was NASTY."

   "I know, sport.  EVERYthing we did today was nasty," and I rubbed his
head, but he backed away from me, shooting me a look of daggers; I had bite
my lip to keep myself from joining Parker in laughing at his mortification.

   After that I was pretty much prepared to wrap up this little adventure
when I heard Parker's muted voice.

   "Damon?"

   "Yeah, Park?"

   He came closer, a look of concern on his face, and whispered, "I feel
like I gotta go.  Do you want it or should I go to the bathroom?"

   I smiled.  Of course it was a silly question because even if a shit
geek's stomach is packed so full that it's bulging out, he'll never say no
to a fresh offering of hot turd; and a pedo shit geek like me certainly
wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to eat an eight-year-old's shit
again.  But instead of answering him with words, I simply lay back on his
bed and opened my mouth.  After giving me his now-customary smile/frown,
Parker climbed on top of me and, facing my feet, backed up until he was
hunkered down right over my face.

   "Whatcha gonna do now?" I heard Connor ask.

   "Well, since Damon just made you the Little Brown Poop Sucker, I'm
making him the Big Brown Poop Eater again."

   "Goody!  Poop a whole LOT in his mouth!" said Connor, crouching down
beside us; and I smiled to myself because the obvious glee in the
four-year-old's voice made me feel a lot less guilty about having fucked
the shit out of him.

   "Okay, little man," I said, bracing my hands against Parker's ass
cheeks, "Do your thing."

   First there was a long, wet fart, as sperm, shit, soft Vaseline, and the
air trapped inside Parker's colon all came rushing out to fill my open
mouth.

   "Phewy!" Connor responded, again holding his nose and backing away.  "It
STINKS!"

   This time Connor was right.  It truly did stink.  But the excitement of
the foul odor only made my nostrils flare open, allowing me to smell it
better, and before I fully realized what I was doing, I had moved my hands
around, grasping Parker's thighs, and pulled his ass down on my face,
sealing my lips over his asshole and taking everything he was expelling
directly into my mouth.

   "Mmmmmmmm!" I hummed as I once more wallowed in the perverse ecstasy of
slurping down a little white boy's shit.

   "Oooooo!" said Connor, creeping back towards us.  "He's eating that
stink poop right outta your butthole, just like he did to me!"

   "I know," Parker calmly replied.  "But he likes mine better 'cause it
doesn't stink as bad as yours."

   "It does so!"

   "Does not."

   "Does SO!"

   "Does NOT!"

   It was weird listening to the boys argue over whose shit smelled worse
as I continued to gulp Parker's down.  They simply couldn't understand--and
I couldn't explain--how the smell of their shit was so tightly intertwined
with my sexual drive and pleasure that, no matter how bad it was, it could
never be a turn-off.  But I had learned from Parker that elaborate
explanations were not necessary.  So when I'd finished eating his shit and
cleaned out his asshole with my tongue, I burped, licked my lips and,
smiling at the brothers, simply said:

   "Listen, boys, I don't know whose poop stinks more and I don't care,
'cause I'm the Big Brown Poop Eater, so as long as you keep feeding it to
me, I'll keep eating it."

   That produced a giggly round of "Ewwwwwwww!  Gross!" from the boys, and
they suddenly forgot all about their sibling rivalry, at least for the time
being.

   But now I REALLY had to wrap things up, for it was getting late and I
had not intended to spend quite this much time in the apartment.  So first
I ushered the boys into the shower, not joining them but helping them soap
up, rinse off and towel dry while they giggled the whole time.

   Once the boys and I had put our clothes back on, we disassembled the
potty chair and put it back in the closet, mopped Connor's piss off the
plastic sheet and folded it up, and sprayed both the living room and the
boys' bedroom with air freshener to remove those lingering telltale odors.
I was still concerned about a couple of wet spots on the sofa, but when
Parker told me that Connor often fell asleep on it and drooled, I decided
not to worry about them.

   "So, guys, I guess this is goodbye," I said as I put my fake package
under my arm.  "I've gotta tell you--messing with you two was the most fun
I've had in a LONG time."

   "Me too!" Parker said.

   "Yeah, me too!" said Connor, apparently forgetting how angry he'd gotten
at me.

   "So when are you coming back?" asked Parker.

   I paused, sighing.  "Well, you guys are both probably gonna have sore
hineys for a little while, so let's wait a couple of days and I'll give you
a call to see how you feel, okay?"

   "Okay/'Kay," the two boys said at the same time, and as I smiled at
them, I wondered if either one had an inkling of how hard it was for me to
maintain this veneer of cool while inside I was DYING for the days to pass
quickly so I could return to eat their shit and fuck their little white
butts again.

   After reminding Parker to check both his and Connor's pajama bottoms the
next morning to make sure there were no come stains in the seat, I kissed
both him and Connor on their foreheads, ruffled their hair, and walked out
the door, once again waiting to hear Parker lock it before I proceeded to
the elevator.

   As I walked around the corner to my car, I could still detect the
essence of the little redheads in my nose, and I savored it as much as I
did the slight ache I was beginning to feel in my dick from its having been
squeezed so tightly inside those two prepubertal anal sheaths.  At that
very moment, I resolved that Parker and Connor would not be the only but
simply the first white boys on my list of boy toys, that I would find a way
to sample the sexual ambrosia of every preteen Caucasian male on my route.

   Yes, sir, I said to myself as I hopped in my car and drove off, this
changing face of Harlem is DEFINITELY not a bad thing.  GO GENTRIFICATION!!
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