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What Can Brown Do for You? - Part 2
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 spiralling 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 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, 
suddenly 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, by now, my own cock was stiff as well.

"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 goosebumps 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 talking, 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 
inadvertantly 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 must really like smelling people's farts," 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."

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

I smiled.  "Something like that.  Only it's a certain special kind of pie.  
I'll try to explain it to you one day.  Anyway, I think he's ready for you."

"Before I do him, 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 rhymthmically 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 mezmerized 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 goosebumps--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, marvelling 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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