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What Can Brown Do for You? - Part 3
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 had a heart attack.  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 into 
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 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 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 his older 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 and someone 
else's bodies 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 him for that.  But 
this wasn't the time for dime-store psychology.  Right now my dick 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 returned my ramrod 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 being so thoroughly used.

"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 butt 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 me 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 then stuck two fingers his 
mouth.  At first he sucked them; then 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 collecting 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, out of 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 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 girl'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 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 seeped 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'd you do 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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