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Taj's Tasty Tush
By Coproman

(Note: This story is a prequel to "What Can Brown Do for You?" which is 
archived at assgm.net.)

Long before I met Parker and Connor or any of the other boys along my route, 
long before I'd even thought about working for UPS, there was Taj, my first 
elementary-school scat partner.  Before him it was strictly middle-school 
boys, probably because I myself was a middle-school boy when I had my first 
scat experience and I knew how going through puberty could cause kids to do 
all kinds of weird things.  That's why I'd never considered seeking out 
younger boys for toilet games.  The most I would do was check out the cuter 
ones, project on how they might look when they got to be twelve or thirteen, 
and wonder how open they would be at those ages to going to the bathroom in 
my mouth.  But Taj changed all that and, oddly enough, the whole ball got 
rolling totally by accident.

By the way, Taj is my nephew, my older brother Jermaine's son, so I've known 
him all his life.  At the time everything happened, he had just turned 
seven, having just finished the first grade, while I had just turned 
seventeen, having just finished the eleventh grade.  I was still very much 
in the closet about my sexuality but, ironically, had acquired a reputation 
in my high school as a breeder since I played varsity basketball alongside a 
bunch of bragging breeder boys.  The truth, though, was that while I had 
indeed fucked a few girls here and there, I had gravitated to having sex 
with only the ones who would let me fuck them up the ass because that was 
the only thing that gave me any real pleasure.  As for my scat fetish, I 
never even hinted at it for fear word would leak out, hit the high school 
grapevine, and leave me permanently labeled as a freak.

Fortunately my sister-in-law Shameeka was just as convinced as everyone else 
that I was a super-straight super-stud with a hundred girlfriends; and since 
she and my brother were hoping to put together enough money for a down 
payment on a house (so they could finally move out of their cramped East 
Harlem apartment), she asked me if I would babysit Taj during my summer 
vacation while she taught summer school.

Of course I was reluctant.  Not that I didn't like Taj.  He was a 
good-natured little boy who was also cute, with his light complexion, 
light-brown eyes, short hair, and ears that stuck out a little too much.  
And we had always been pretty cool with each other.  But this was SUMMER she 
was talking about, and knowing exactly what I was and what I wanted, I had 
already scouted out two of the neighborhood boys, a couple of nasty little 
twelve-year-old fuckers who I was pretty sure would be more than willing to 
piss and shit in my mouth and keep quiet about it as long as I sucked their 
dicks afterwards. I needed time to cultivate those relationships, though, 
and I had planned to do so by volunteering as a youth assistant at the 
community center the boys would be attending this summer.  But because I 
liked Shameeka, was impressed by what she and my brother were trying to do, 
and could also use the money, I agreed to babysit Taj.

The first week I simply watched TV, talked on the phone, and played video 
games for seven hours a day while trying to keep Taj out of my hair.  I also 
fantasized a lot about those two preteen prospects, which led to frequent 
trips to the bathroom to jack off.  On one of those trips, thinking that Taj 
was in his room on his computer, I opened the bathroom door without knocking 
first.  I caught my little cousin sitting on the toilet taking a shit while 
doing to himself the very thing I had come in there to do to myself!  We 
both froze, exchanging expressions of shock; then the odor of his bowel 
movement hit my nose, and I knew that I couldn't pass up this opportunity.

Instantly thawing, Taj covered his prick and was about to get up but I told 
him not to move: "Listen, I won't tell on you if you won't tell on me."

His brow furrowed.  "Tell on you for what?"

"For this," I said, and the boy got his next shock when I dropped to my 
knees in front of him, pushed his hand out of the way, and slipped all three 
inches of his stiffie into my mouth.

"Ooh!" he gasped, first flinching then leaning back and grabbing my head. 
"Oooo, Uncle Damon, that feels so GOOD."

As I sucked him, I wanted to ask how he'd come to start jacking off at such 
a  young age, but I was too busy making love to the hard nub of warm flesh 
between his legs, repeatedly licking its short length and flicking my tongue 
over the tiny cockhead.  When I decided to give Taj the full oral treatment 
by taking his balls in my mouth too, he quickly lost it, clutching my head 
tightly and smothering a squeal as his body convulsed through a dry orgasm.

Sitting there panting afterwards, Taj thought we were done, but he was about 
to get his third shock that day when I pulled him off the toilet, turned him 
around, and bent him over.

"Uncle Damon, what are you--"

But before the boy could utter another word, I had spread his ass cheeks 
apart, and stuck my tongue up his upwiped ass.  Again I heard him gasp and 
felt him shudder--this time, I was sure, in astonishment--and his reaction 
caused me to drive my tongue even deeper into his shitty little hole.

Even as I was doing this, I couldn't believe I was actually doing it to my 
own brother's son, who looked like a miniature version of my brother.  But 
here I was with my face pressed solidly between his butt cheeks, licking the 
shit out of his ass, and I knew there was no going back to what had been our 
original relationship as uncle and nephew.

Shock #4 for Taj came when I finished the anilingus and, spinning him around 
to face me, stuck out my shit-smeared tongue, so he could see exactly what 
I'd scooped out of his asshole.  This elicited a throaty "ugghh!" from the 
seven-year-old along with one of the most ghastly frowns I'd ever seen on 
the face of a boy his age, both of which made me laugh.

Taj's next shock came when, pushing him aside, I gazed into the toilet bowl 
then turned to him and said, "Guess what I'm gonna do now."

Still frowning, the boy just shook his head, as if trying to shake that 
unthinkable next step out of his brain.  But I wasn't about to let him off 
that easy.

"Go ahead, Taj, TELL me: What am I gonna do now?"

After continuing to frown at me for several seconds longer, he finally 
mumbled, "Eat it?"

"Eat what?"

"You know."

"No, I don't, Taj.  You need to TELL me.  What, exactly, am I gonna eat?"

After more hesitation, the boy relented and said, "My doo-doo."

"Your doo-doo from WHERE?"

Glancing down at the bowl, he looked up at me again and finally said, 
"...out the toilet."

"Right!" I said, smiling while the boy's frown deepened and he again shook 
his head.  "Now watch."

Reaching into the toilet, I carefully lifted out a nice thick chunk of Taj's 
shit.  Though it had been in the water for a while, it still had some warmth 
to it.  Now looking not just to shock but thoroughly disgust the boy, I 
first held up the dripping turd, so he could get a good look at what had 
come out of his own little asshole; then, smiling, I bit off a big piece and 
began to chew it up, making loud smacking noises as I rapidly reduced it to 
mush.

As disgusted as Taj obviously was by my actions, he never once turned his 
head or closed his eyes, and I knew then that I had him.  He may have 
thought I was the nastiest creature on earth, but his curiosity wasn't going 
to allow him to miss one second's worth of my nasty performance.

After chewing on Taj's turd for several seconds, I opened my mouth to let 
him see the masticated mess inside it.  The boy was so nauseated by the 
sight that he began to heave as though he were about to vomit, and for a hot 
second I wondered what it would be like to have him do that in my mouth.  
But my depravity didn't stretch quite far enough in that direction, so I 
tucked that particular fetish away in the "maybe-one-day" corner of my 
brain.

While Taj was probably already too jaded to be shocked any further, I gave 
it my best shot by gulping down his shit then opening my mouth again to show 
him that I had indeed swallowed it.  Now his expression was letting me know 
what a sick fuck he thought I was.  But the idea that he was no longer 
seeing me as his uncle but as a shit-eating pervert was also a major 
turn-on, and I used it to stroke myself to an amazing orgasm, which I 
proceeded to shoot directly in Taj's face, covering the surprised boy with 
rope after slimy rope of semen.  Afterwards I held him by his shoulders, 
licked all of my come off his face, and looked him straight in the eye.

"So, little man, I don't have to tell you that you need to keep your mouth 
shut about all this, do I?"

He shook his head.

"And I'm not gonna hear anything from your mom about how you don't want me 
babysitting for you anymore, am I?"

Again he shook his head.

"Good.  'Cause I wouldn't want to have to tell her how you play with your 
little weiner while you're taking a crap."  Then I smiled.  "Besides, you 
should be flattered.  Most kids your age don't get to do the nasty grownup 
things we just did."

Taj glared at me as if he wanted to spit in my face, but he must've 
surmised, considering what he'd just witnessed, that I would've liked it, so 
he never even tried to avail himself of that avenue of revenge; and the fact 
that I seemed to have him by the balls psychologically this way pleased the 
hell out of me.

After that day, of course, I abandoned all my plans for seducing the two 
neighborhood boys and focused all my efforts on corrupting Taj.  Our 
subsequent babysitting sessions escalated to my having him piss and shit 
directly in my mouth whenever he had to go.  I never really knew or cared if 
he liked it, hated it or simply tolerated it because he always remained 
fairly silent as he filled my mouth with urine or excrement, only grunting a 
little whenever he was forcing out an especially fat turd.  But whether it 
was number one or number two, when he was done, his pecker was always hard, 
so I took that as a sign that at least some part of him was getting turned 
on by the idea of going to the bathroom in my mouth, and I always concluded 
our sessions by sucking him to a shivering dry orgasm.

I also trained Taj to suck my dick, and it wasn't long before he was able to 
take all seven inches down his throat without gagging.  When I came I would 
usually shoot my load straight down his throat, but other times I would pull 
out and spurt it all over his sweet young face.  Then there were times I 
felt particularly kinky, and on those days my sperm would end up in his 
eyes, his hair, his ears, even up his nose, as I experimented with new ways 
of humiliating my little nephew.

As the summer sped on, just seeing Taj automatically ignited my most 
sadistic instincts, and I found myself doing to him things that it never 
even occurred to me to do to my middle school boys.  One day, as soon as 
Shameeka was out the door, I pulled Taj away from his computer and into the 
bathroom.  After forcing him to strip, I had him sit on the toilet.  When I 
zipped my jeans down, pulled out my semi-hard dick, and stuck it in the 
boy's mouth, I guess he thought I wanted him to suck me off again.  But, 
really, I had to piss like a motherfucker, and as soon as Taj's lips closed 
around my cock, I let go.

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" he responded in a panic, his eyes opening wide as hot piss 
flooded his mouth.  But I just grabbed the back of his head, pulling his 
nose right into my pubic bush.

"Drink it, you little pussy!" I snapped.

Taj reacted as if I had bitch slapped him, as he suddenly relaxed, closed 
his eyes and, frowning, began to gulp down my piss, struggling to swallow it 
at the back of his throat as tiny streams of it leaked out of the corners of 
his mouth. As aggressive as I was being with the child, I nonetheless had a 
lot of admiration for him.  He could easily have cried and fought with me 
for making him drink my piss, since I was sure he had figured out by now 
that my little blackmail threat about telling on him was a bluff.  Instead 
he quietly accepted this fate I had dealt him, and his attitude convinced me 
that he was a natural-born "bottom" who enjoyed being treated like shit but 
whined about it because of an internal conflict that he was too young to 
sort out.

It was a feeling I understood well because I have always considered myself a 
bottom.  In fact, if things had not worked out and I'd been working at the 
community center instead of babysitting, my whole demeanor would have been 
very different and the only place I'd have even thought about pissing was 
into a urinal--right after my two middle-school boys had pissed in my mouth. 
  And if they'd wanted to plant their little pogo sticks in my butthole 
afterwards, that would've been just fine.  I would have surrendered my ass 
to them with no hesitation and no expectation of their returning the favor, 
since my only objective would have been to serve as their personal toilet.

But with Taj everything was different.  Before that fateful day of catching 
him on the toilet, I would never in a million years have considered 
buttfucking a little boy.  But now my newly discovered "top" was telling me 
that there was no way my nephew's "training" would be complete without 
demonstrating on him how, with just a little bit of effort, a 
seventeen-year-old's cock could fit inside a seven-year-old's asshole.

So the next day, as Taj was once again preparing to feed me his feces, I 
paid particular attention to how much his anus stretched open to release his 
turds.  I was amazed to see that it expanded well beyond the girth of my 
erection, which relieved me because I now knew that, unlike the time my 
stepfather quick-sticked my virgin asshole when I was eight, my little 
nephew would experience no piercing pain when I fucked his ass.  So, as I 
slurped down the boy's shit, I resolved that the next time he had to go, I 
would make my move.

I got my chance the very next day.  As Taj's cute little light-skinned 
bubble butt again hovered over my face, I again watched intently as his anus 
opened wider and wider and a thick tan-colored turd began to emerge.  But 
this time, instead of eating it, I closed my mouth and tipped my head back, 
and he ended up shitting on my chin and neck.  As soon as he was done, 
before his bowels had a chance to close up again, I sat up and pushed the 
boy forward, knocking him flat; then, in a flash, I mounted him and shoved 
my dick into his shit-filled hole.

Taj must have been too shocked even to scream because all I heard was a 
sharp gasp as my cock sank into his rectum, the weight of my body 
accelerating its entry.  In less than a minute all seven inches were 
jam-packed in the second-grader's shithole.  Now all I could hear was Taj 
sniffling as his tight anal sheath spasmed around my shaft, and I savored 
this familiar but oh-so-much-better sensation.

"Hey," I finally said, putting my lips right next to Taj's ear.  "You okay 
down there?"

"It hurts, Uncle Damon," the boy whimpered.

"Don't worry.  It'll stop after a while," I said.  "And when it does, guess 
what I'm gonna do?"

"I don't know," the boy whined.

"Guess."

"Ummm...do me?"

"Do WHAT to you?"

He hesitated then said, "Fuck my butt?"

"Right!" I said, excited to hear him say "fuck" since he usually didn't 
curse.  "But before I do, I'm gonna eat some of this delicious doo-doo you 
made for me," and I groped around until I found one of the turds that had 
fallen off my neck.  I promptly picked it up and stuffed it in my mouth.

"Mmmmmmm!" I hummed as I chowed down on the seven-year-old's shit, and the 
foul smell and gritty texture of it seemed to set off something in my sick 
psyche, because I swore my dick suddenly got even harder and that Taj was 
beginning to writhe beneath me from the added discomfort.

"You're squishing me, Uncle Damon," Taj complained.

"Sorry about that, little man," and I lifted up just enough to take my 
weight off his back but not enough to pull my dick out of his ass.  Then I 
decided that the bathroom floor probably wasn't the best place to attempt my 
first pedo ass fuck, so, wrapping my arm around Taj, I hoisted him up and 
carried him into his room, all without dislodging my cock, which was still 
pulsating in his asshole as I gently placed him on his bed and lay down on 
top of him.

"You okay, little man?" I asked with genuine concern.

"Yeah."  This was followed by a pause, then, "Uncle Damon, are you still 
gonna fuck my butt?"

"That's the plan.  So how do you feel about me doing that to you?"

Another pause, then, "I don't know.  Okay, I guess.  It's just that I never 
did it before."

"Well, guess what?  Neither have I," I lied.  "So we're both gonna be taking 
each other's virginity."

"Taking each other's what?"

"Virginity," I repeated.  "All that means is it'll be my first time fucking 
somebody up the butt and your first time getting fucked up the butt."

"Oh."  Again he paused, then, "Will it hurt?"

"Well, my dick is already all the way up your butt and you seem to be okay 
now, so I don't think it's gonna feel much worse than it already does."

"Oh.  Okay."

Well, it seemed logical.  The truth was I didn't really know; what I DID 
know, however, was whether it hurt him or not I wasn't taking my dick out of 
Taj's asshole until I had pumped a few hundred million sperm cells in it.  
But I didn't want the new second-grader to be too uptight when I started 
banging his booty, so I just went with what sounded good.

"So, you ready?" I asked.

"I guess."

So I started, and at first things were a little rough because Taj was so 
tense.  With every stroke he sucked his breath in sharply, between clenched 
teeth, in a kind of reverse hiss.  But then I paused and, with Taj's head 
turned to the side, I decided to try something that had always worked with 
Vanessa, one of my favorite ass-fuck partners: I began to lick the boy's 
ear, flicking the tip of my tongue around it then in it, making him flinch 
with every touch and taking his mind off the discomfort in his anus.  Soon 
he was so relaxed that he was cooing like a pigeon and didn't even seem to 
notice that my dick had made two full trips to the bottom of his butthole.

That's when I began to pump the boy's rump with more authority, and once I 
got going, whatever doubts I had about his being a bottom disappeared, 
because not only did he continue to coo away as my pole plunged to the 
depths of his poop chute, but when I slipped my hand under him my fingers 
encountered a surprisingly hard little boner.

"Yeah, TAKE it, Taj!" I said, picking up even more steam. "Take it right up 
your little bitch ass!"

Taj responded by cooing at an even higher pitch, and as I listened to him I 
suddenly understood perfectly why my stepfather had abandoned my mother's 
bed and slipped into my room to rape me, because while I had gotten more 
than my fair share of teenaged-girl ass, it couldn't BEGIN to compare with 
fucking Taj's tight little elementary-school hiney.  In fact, I was SO much 
more turned on that I knew that, after today, I would never again be 
satisfied ass-fucking a high-school girl.  I also knew that there was no way 
I would last much longer being inside the tightest anus my dick had ever 
occupied.  Despite stopping mid-stroke whenever I felt my orgasm rising, I 
knew I could hold off for only so long.

Finally I said to myself, Fuck the control, and I laid into Taj as hard and 
fast as I could, savagely fucking the seven-year-old's ass and causing the 
frame of his tiny bed to rock and roll so hard that I was afraid it would 
come crashing down.  By now Taj's cooing had stopped, replaced by a 
combination of gasping and grunting so high-pitched that I could easily have 
imagined that I was ass-fucking a little girl.  But the reality that it was 
my little nephew taking my ramrod up his butt--and whose virgin asshole I 
was about to christen--was much more appealing.

"Nnnnnngghh!!  Shit!  Fuck!  I'm coming!" I screamed, mashing Taj into the 
mattress and thrusting my tool as far up his turd tunnel as I could.  "Take 
it right in your shitty little ass, you fuckin' pussy!"

Trembling, I felt my dick begin to throb as I spurted several hot loads of 
sperm deep in the child's bowels.  It was one of the most intense and 
satisfying orgasms I've ever had, made all the better by the way Taj's 
rectum spasmed around my shaft as I filled his shithole.

"Nngh!  Nngh!  Nngh!" Taj panted as his boner suddenly began to pulse 
between my fingers, causing his sphincter to clutch my cock even harder.  
Even a lot of seasoned cock whores have a problem coming with a dick jammed 
up their ass, so the fact that Taj had managed to do so the very first time 
he got his booty busted only further confirmed for me that he was a natural 
bottom.

After emptying my balls in Taj's shit chute, I continued to lie on top of 
him recovering.  As I felt his body twitching underneath me, I wondered if 
they still had "Show and Tell" in elementary school; then I smiled as I 
imagined Taj hobbling to the front of the classroom and the gasps he would 
hear from his teacher and his classmates when he faced away from them, 
pulled down his pants, and bent over to show and tell them what happens to a 
little boy's asshole when it gets fucked by his horny teenaged uncle.

"Uncle Damon," Taj said quietly, nudging me out of my daydream.

"Yeah, little man."

"Could you lift up a little, please?  'Cause you're squishing me again."

Post-orgasmic sensitivity.  "Sure," I said, and sliding my hand from his 
prick to his stomach, I gently rolled us onto our sides into a spoon 
position. "There. That better?"

"Uh-huh," he said, and five minutes later, with my shrinking dick still up 
his butt, he fell fast asleep.

As I lay there with the boy in my arms, listening to his deep, relaxed 
breathing, I knew that the decent thing to do would be to slowly ease myself 
out of him, cover him up, and let him sleep.  But, of course, there was 
nothing decent about this new relationship with Taj, so when I felt my cock 
getting erect again, I stayed right where I was, savoring the sensation of 
growing hard inside him; and with my previous ejaculation serving as 
lubrication, I again fucked the seven-year-old, first in the spoon position 
then on my back, Taj cooing again and his little body bouncing on top of me 
as I drove my dick up his ass.  I ended up shooting three more loads of come 
up the boy's ass that day before my sexual appetite was finally satiated.

For the next few days I had to confine myself to fucking Taj's mouth while I 
waited for the soreness in his asshole to go away.  When it finally did and 
I went back to fucking him, he was still nice and tight, but the exquisite 
tightness of that first ass fuck was gone, having vanished with his 
virginity.  But since this loss also meant that I could now fuck Taj's ass 
every single day, I felt it was worth the sacrifice.

As the last week of summer rolled around, I realized that Taj and I had 
explored just about every pedo perversion in my playbook.  Then one day as I 
was headed for the bathroom to take my usual morning shit before leaving to 
babysit, an intriguing idea popped into my head, something that several 
weeks ago would have been fundamentally alien to my nature but that now I 
was rapidly warming up to.  In fact the idea quickly became so appealing 
that I decided to skip the bathroom and head straight to my brother and 
sister-in-law's house.

By the time I got there, I was so horny that as soon as Shameeka was out the 
door, I stripped off my clothes and made a beeline for Taj's room.  Butt 
naked, I opened the door without knocking, startling the boy, who was still 
in his pajamas and sitting on the side of his bed.  Yanking him to his feet, 
I positioned myself on his bed on my hands and knees, crouching down low so 
my ass was sticking up high.

"Lick my asshole NOW, Taj," I demanded.

I could feel Taj staring at my puckering hole, and when I looked behind me, 
I saw him yawning and trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

"Well?" I asked strongly.  "What the fuck you waitin' for, bitch?"

Two seconds later his small hands were braced against my ass, his thumbs 
spreading my anus open.  Next came the sensation of the boy's hot breath 
against my hole.  Finally I felt the first tentative swipes of his tongue on 
my pucker, which continued for several seconds before, suddenly, his tongue 
was slithering into my shithole.

"Oh, yeah, Taj," I moaned, shivering from the intimacy of his rimming. 
"Stick that tongue ALL the way up my butt."

I felt him attempt to do just that, but after several tries he stopped.

"I can't, Uncle Damon."

"Can't what?"

"Get my tongue all the way in your butt."

"Why not?" I asked, knowing full well why.

"I don't know.  It's like something's in the way."

"Oh...okay.  Well, then, just open your mouth and press your lips over it."

The nature of my instructions, along with the fact that he couldn't get his 
tongue up my ass, should have told him what was coming.  He was, after all, 
a smart boy.  So I found it curious that he seemed so surprised when I began 
to shit in his mouth.

"Nnnngh!  Nnnngh!" he complained as my turd descended into his esophagus.  
But despite those complaints, he did not pull away from me, so I knew I just 
needed to say enough to give him that extra little push.

"Come on, little man, we both know you want it, so stop acting like you 
don't."

To my amazement, those few words seemed to do the trick, for all the 
complaining instantly ceased and all I could hear were the high-pitched 
guttural noises of a little boy trying to swallow a teenager's shit. It was 
almost as if Taj suddenly understood that when he was with me, he didn't 
have to maintain the pretense of being something other than a bottom.  Yes, 
what I was doing to him was disgusting, but it was also exhilarating, and I 
knew that a ravenous part of his young psyche was delightfully devouring the 
sweet and sour combination of those two strong feelings.

"Yeah, do it, Taj!" I urged him on while vigorously jacking my cock.  "Eat 
my shit!  Take it right down your fuckin' throat!"

"Mmph!  Gluuub!  Mmph!  Gluuub!" was his response, but the boy never once 
pulled his lips off my asshole and seemed to have no trouble taking 
everything I was giving him.  In fact, he was apparently swallowing my turds 
whole, and while I loved the idea that he was doing this, I also wondered 
how on earth he was able to do it.  Then it occurred to me that maybe I had 
unintentionally prepped Taj to perform this very act by fucking his mouth.  
Since my long, hard cock had made its way down the little fucker's throat so 
many times, I guess it wasn't such a quantum leap for a long, hard log of 
shit to also slide down his throat and drop into his tummy.  And the idea 
that I had turned this seven-year-old's esophagus into an oral shit chute 
made my libido skyrocket, making it impossible for me to hold back my orgasm 
any longer.

"Shit!  Fuck!" I yelled, whirling around and aiming my erection at Taj's 
face as my body began to tremble.  "Take it right in your fuckin' face, you 
little pussy!"

As Taj choked down his last big mouthful of shit, a stream of sperm exploded 
out of my dick and splashed in one long strand from his forehead to his 
chin, making him flinch.  I continued to come, spurting out one sticky blast 
of semen after another until I had splooged all over his face.

The sight of my innocent little nephew covered with come as he ate my turd 
both excited and sickened me.  For a moment I wondered what kind of 
degenerate I was to do something so nasty to his own brother's child, a 
little boy who had yet to sit in his first second-grade class.  But I felt 
bad only for as long as it took Taj to finish gulping down my shit, upon 
which I turned around and bent over again.

"Now clean my asshole, toilet boy," I said gruffly.

Taj quietly went about his business of licking up my business, wiping my 
shitty ass cleaner with his tongue than I could ever have gotten it with 
toilet paper, and apparently enjoying the experience...or at least not 
complaining about it.

As a reward for his fastidious efforts, I farted in his face, and even 
though his groan let me know how much he objected to the smell, he still 
managed to press his nose against my asshole and sniff as hard as he could, 
inundating his nostrils with the foul odor, because he understood that this 
was exactly what a pussy boy was supposed to do.

I concluded Taj's virgin shit-eating session by turning around again, 
sticking the head of my softening dick between his shit-stained lips, and 
letting go with a stream of piss that gushed into the boy's mouth so fast he 
nearly gagged. But he quickly caught up with the flow, swallowing mouthful 
after mouthful of urine until he had guzzled down every drop and topping it 
off with a long, loud burp.

Afterwards I just stood there looking at the boy, whose face still had 
streaks of come on it.  It was weird to think that the contents of my 
bladder and bowels had made their way into his stomach this morning before 
his cornflakes and milk. But it was also wildly exciting to know that before 
I left there that day, all of it, including the cornflakes and milk and 
whatever Taj decided to eat for lunch, would be sitting in MY stomach.

On impulse I cupped Taj's face in my hands and kissed him, snaking my tongue 
into his reeking mouth, which caused him to frown probably as much he did 
when I'd gone to the bathroom in it.  Chuckling at his reaction, I proceeded 
to lick my drying gism off his face, giving him as much of a tongue bath as 
I could.  I finished up by sticking the tip of my tongue in each of his 
nostrils then giving him a kiss on the nose.

"You did real good, little man," I said, patting Taj on the top of his head. 
  "In fact, you're a better toilet mouth than me."

"Yeah?  For REAL?" he asked, a half-smile betraying his pride.

I nodded.  "Yeah, I really think so."

My final week of babysitting confirmed that assessment, as Taj gobbled down 
every one of my morning bowel movements then, at the end of each day, got me 
back by shitting everything I'd fed him, along with his own bowel movement, 
right back down my throat.  By the time I returned home, my belly was so 
wonderfully stuffed it felt like it was about to burst, and I couldn't wait 
to sit on the toilet and enjoy that warm, comfortable feeling of voiding my 
guts of a multiple load of shit.  Afterwards I'd eat dinner and snack late 
at night, and by that next morning I was ready to do it all over again.

Inevitably, though, the end of the summer--and my last day of 
babysitting--arrived, and while I enjoyed every moment of the fucking, 
sucking, shit-eating and shit-feeding we did that day, I was also sad 
because I knew it would probably be the last time for maybe a whole year 
that we would be able to be with each other this way.

As a gesture of thanks for allowing me to use him for two months, I let Taj 
fuck my ass, and it was a strange but pleasant sensation to feel his little 
body gyrating on my back and hear him huffing and puffing as he poked his 
peter in my anus.  And when I felt him go stiff and heard that familiar 
"Nngh!  Nngh!  Nngh!" I smiled and gently squeezed his spasming little 
stiffie with my sphincter.

That night, as I took my last super-dump, I was desperately thinking of a 
way Taj and I could spend a little more time together without arousing 
suspicion.  I had already offered to babysit him on Labor Day in case 
Shameeka and my brother wanted to do something as a couple.  But she said 
they'd already made plans to visit her mother that day since she hadn't seen 
her "darling little grandson" in a while.

Then late in September, the few schemes I'd managed to cook up--along with 
any other hopes I had of resuming my relationship with Taj--all flew 
straight out the window when Jermaine and Shameeka announced that they had 
just closed on a new house and would be moving to Georgia.  I was not a 
happy camper. I'd hoped to share at least one more summer with my little 
nephew, and now he was being whisked almost a thousand miles away.

A couple of weeks later, Jerm and Sham had a going-away party at their 
apartment.  I tried to find a way to be alone with Taj for a few minutes, 
but there were so many people there that even when I succeeded in 
maneuvering him into his room, someone knocked on the door every five 
minutes to chat with him about how he felt about moving.  Finally things 
quieted down for a hot second and I got to ask him the question I'd been 
waiting to ask all day:

"Hey, little man, you gonna miss me?"

Giving me a wry smile that actually scared me a little, he said, "Nope.  But 
my butt will."

I wasn't quite sure what to make of his response, especially since he 
followed it by squinching his face at me and dashing out of the room.  For 
all I knew he was planning to spill the beans to his parents about 
everything we'd done--or at least what I'D done to HIM--and I would be 
looking not only at being locked up but, worse, getting my ass kicked by my 
brother before I even made it to jail. Being the eternal optimist, though, I 
chose to interpret Taj's use of "butt" as "bottom" and decided that what the 
kid was really saying, in a seven-year-old's way, was that the masochistic 
part of him was going to miss me.

Apparently--and fortunately--my interpretation turned out to be correct, for 
well after my brother and his family had moved, no one came to arrest me, 
and he and I remained on good brotherly speaking terms.  But if I was right 
about the masochistic part of Taj missing me, I never expected what would 
happen to the most sadistic part of me.  The sad truth was that it seemed to 
move away with him because I completely lost the urge to shit in someone's 
mouth.  I was now more than satisfied to be only on the receiving end again, 
though my need to come in little boys' mouths, fuck their butts, and pee on 
them all stayed with me.

And so it went for several years with an occasional boy here and there in 
Harlem until I started working for UPS and was able to gradually set up a 
network of kids along my route, my "harem of Harlem boy toys."  Then I met 
Parker and Connor, the most recent additions to that harem, who showed me 
that the little white boys who had started moving into the community were 
just as curious about toilet games--and just as eager to play them--as the 
little black boys.

As for Taj, today he is eighteen and finishing his freshman year at UC 
Berkeley. My brother tells me that he's well-adjusted and his grades are 
excellent.

"And another thing," my brother added the last time we spoke.  "He said to 
make sure I told you something."

"Really?" I asked a bit nervously.  "What?"

"He said to let you know that he's been babysitting to make some extra 
money, and to thank you for teaching him all those games the two of you used 
to play when you sat for him because they're coming in very handy with the 
kids he's watching now."

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