Lucky Thirteen (m/m, inc [cousins], oral, anal, ws, scat)
by Coproman


From as far back as I can remember, my mother used to take me with her, always at the beginning of August, to visit my grandparents in North Carolina.  As a New York City boy from Harlem, I loved having the chance to be a barefooted farm boy for a month, and minutes after my grandfather would drive into the yard, after picking us up from the train station, I would kick off my shoes, take off my shirt and become a black "Bubba" for thirty days.  

But by the time I was sixteen, I didn't want to accompany my mother down south anymore, since I was craving my independence.  I was also, however, beginning to understand and accept certain aspects of my own sexuality, and over the past couple of summers I had begun to obsess about Jim, my first cousin, who had lived with my grandparents ever since his parents had divorced a few years earlier and his mother had moved in with them.  At that time I had seen him as nothing more than my snotty little cousin who was always under foot.  But when I saw him last year, he was, at only twelve years old, a light-skinned little fox, with hazel eyes set in an almost girlish face.  On top of that, he had inherited his mom's bubble butt, which turned me on so much that whenever I ran into him, I had to go through all kinds of changes to hide my erection.  So, as much as I wanted my independence, I wanted even more to see Jim again, so I agreed to one more trip down south.

The train ride was long and slow and I had trouble sleeping, so I was glad when, several hours later, we finally arrived in North Carolina.  As usual, my grandfather met us at the station, but when we got to the house, only my grandmother and my aunt were there to greet us; Jim was nowhere to be found.  I tried not to show my disappointment, telling myself that, wherever he was, he'd eventually return home and I'd finally get to have some eye candy.  In fact, since we'd be sharing his room, I was hoping to get a lot of eye candy over the next month.

By the time my mom and I got settled in, my lack of sleep had caught up with me, and before I knew it, before I'd even gotten a chance to set up the guest cot in Jim's room, I had lain on Jim's bed to rest my eyes for a while and had fallen asleep.  When I woke up, it was about two o'clock in the afternoon but the house seemed to be empty, as I heard none of the usual loud talking and laughter that was always present whenever my mother, aunt and grandmother got together.  Going to the window, I saw in the distance the tops of three straw hats; the three women were busily working in the garden.  My grandfather's car was also gone so, figuring I'd been left alone in the house, I decided to go in the living room and watch some TV.      

When I walked in the living room, I was surprised to see my cousin Jim asleep on the couch.  Apparently he had seen me asleep in his bed and didn't want to disturb me.  For a couple of minutes I just stared at his Adonis-like figure.  Lying on his back, the thirteen-year-old was shirtless, wearing only some loose-fitting, knee-length red shorts and a pair of white sneakers, which seemed too big for his feet.  I watched his smooth, hairless chest gently move up and down as he breathed, and I felt myself getting horny as I wondered what his ass looked like now, a year later.  I got my answer when he suddenly took a deep breath and turned inward, giving me his back and poking his butt out.  Even his baggy shorts could not hide what he carried behind him, and my heart began to beat a little faster as I thought about all the perverted things I could do with a booty like that.  In fact, at that moment, I developed an insatiable need to see it, and I convinced myself that, if I were careful, I could pull Jim's loose-fitting pants down far enough, without waking him up, to get a look.

Creeping over to the couch, I quietly sat down on what little available space there was and checked to see if Jim was indeed asleep.  Satisfied that he was, I reached down, slowly lifted the elastic band of his shorts and tried to hold it open wide enough to slide them down over his hips.  On my first try, Jim stirred, and I had to temporarily abandon the operation.  But I was determined to see his ass, and a few minutes later, I was at it again, lifting the band and trying to pull his shorts down.  Twice more I tried, but each time Jim would stir or turn over, forcing me to stop.  I was about to give up and wait until the middle of the night to do it, when I changed my mind and resolved to give it one last shot, now that Jim was again turned away from me with his butt sticking out.  This time I grasped the elastic bands of both his shorts and his briefs and was succeeding in steadily pulling both down, exposing more and more of his beautiful bare ass, when I suddenly heard, in a clear, wide-awake voice:

"Why you tryin' to look at my butt?"

Caught red-handed, I quickly let go, allowing the bands of both garments to snap back into place.  But there was, of course, no way I could deny what I had been doing.  However, to my surprise and delight, Jim just turned around, smiled at me, and said, "If you wanted to see it that bad, you shoulda asked."  He then looked around the room.  "Where's Ma, Grandma and your mother?"

"Out in the garden," I said.

Hearing that, he stood up and faced away from me.  After glancing at me over his shoulder, he quickly pulled his shorts and underwear down to his knees then bent over, revealing his smooth light-skinned ass cheeks, a deep crack and even his nuts, which I got a glimpse of between his legs.

"Go ahead," he urged.  "Get a good look."

Unable to believe my incredible good fortune (in fact, nearly creaming in my pants because of it), I crouched down, put my thumbs on either side of the thirteen-year-old's anus, and carefully spread it open.  It was pale pink inside, with light brown flecks sticking to the sides.  When I pressed my nose against it and sniffed, the odor of fresh shit inundated my nostrils.  At that time, I thought I felt Jim straining, so I wasn't surprised when he suddenly farted right in my face.  He probably thought doing that would make me back off, so I'm sure I surprised him by staying right where I was and inhaling the strong, onion-like odor.

"Damn!" the boy snickered, now gyrating his ass in my face.  "I didn't know you was a poont smeller!  If I knew that I woulda ate some beans this morning!"  He suddenly pulled away from me and spun around, proudly displaying his six-inch erection and walnut-sized balls.  "You like to suck dick too?"

Instead of answering him, I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him forward, docking his dick into my mouth.

"Fuck!" he said, as he held on to my head and began to buck his hips, fucking my mouth. "Your mouth feels just like my girl's pussy!"  I let him plow his pole down my throat for a little while longer then pulled off him with a pop, a long strand of spit stretching from my lips to the head of Jim's dick.  I looked up at him.

"So you're fucking already?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah," he said.  "I been doin' it for about a year, since I was twelve."

"So how do you like it?"

"It's good, real good, but...well, I been wanting to try something, but none of the girls I know will let me, not even my girlfriend." 

"What is it?"

He paused.  "Nobody'll give me no butt," he finally said, "and I heard it's a lot tighter in there than in the pussy."

"It is," I said.  "But if you really want some, it's usually easier to get it from a guy, since that's the only hole he has."

"Yeah, I know," said Jim, still staring down at me.  "That's why I was gonna ask you if YOU'D give me some!"

"Me?" I asked, chuckling.

"Yeah.  I been wantin' to do you in that big black butt ever since I seen you last year," he admitted.  "But I didn't tell you, 'cause I wasn't sure you was into somethin' like that."

I smiled and slowly stood up until I was looking down at Jim.  I was surprised that this thirteen-year-old, who was not only shorter than me but also smaller in stature, was actually brazen enough to ask to fuck me up the ass.  But I also admired him for it and was flattered to be an object of his sexual desire.  I also began to wonder what it would feel like to have his six inches of new-teen hardness plugging my backdoor.

"Okay," I finally said.  "I'm game.  But I want something from you too, and I don't mean I want to fuck you back, either.  It's something else, something different."

Jim considered this for a minute and, when I assured him it wasn't something that would hurt, agreed to it.  He then stood up, his shorts and drawers dropping to his ankles, and said, "Well, whatever we do, it's gotta wait, 'cause first I gotta doonkie."  It took me a second to realize that he meant he had to take a shit; and when it hit me, I must have gotten a weird look on my face, because he just stared at me for a second or two before his lips curled up into an evil smile.

"Oh, shit--you wanna WATCH, don't you?"

Now I must have looked like the proverbial "deer in the headlights," because I was embarrassed that my desire was so obviously written on my face.

"It's okay," Jim said.  "I don't mind."  But then he looked at me again, as though he were peering into my mind with those spooky hazel eyes of his, and added, "But I think you want more than that.  Do you?"

While, again, I didn't want to answer him, I also didn't want him to think he was on the wrong track, so I nodded.

"So what is it?"

I hesitated and, looking away from him, said, "I...can't just tell you.  Like I said, it's something different, but it's hard to just come out and say what it is."

"Well, if I guess, will you at least tell me yes or no?"

I nodded.

Jim stared at me again then asked, "Do you want me to do it ON you?"

I nodded hesitantly.

"Where?  On your chest?"

"Not quite," I said.

Frowning slightly, he then asked, "In your face?"

When I said "warmer," he suddenly realized exactly what I wanted, and his frown turned into a look of shock.

"You want me to doonkie in your MOUTH?"  When I just stared down at the floor, he pressed me, saying, "Come on, you told me you'd say yes or no if I got it right.  So tell me, Is that what you want me to do?"

"Yeah."

"What?" he asked, now smiling and jerking on his dick.  "I wanna hear you say it."

I took a deep breath and said, "I want you to take a shit in my mouth."

"And if I do, what are you gonna do?"

"I'm going to eat it."

"You mean, you're gonna eat my stink shit while it's coming outta my butthole?"

"Yeah."

"You mean, your mouth is gonna be my fuckin' toilet bowl?"

"Yeah," I repeated, getting hornier and hornier the more I allowed this deepest perversion to surface.  "And after I finish chewing it up and swallowing it, I'm going to stick my tongue in your asshole and lick all the leftover shit out of it."

When I said that, Jim had to stop jacking himself off, because he was apparently right on the verge of coming.

"Fuck!" he suddenly said.  "I didn't think I would get this horny talkin' about somethin' so fuckin' nasty!  But are we gonna just talk about it or do it?"

To answer him, I took his arm and led him into the bathroom, walking slowly so he wouldn't trip over his shorts and underwear, which were still bunched up around his ankles.  Once inside, I closed and locked the door, took my clothes off, and stretched out on the floor.

Jim smiled again.  "I'm glad to see you're not just a teaser but a pleaser," he said.

It took the thirteen-year-old only a second to pull his shorts and underwear off his feet.  Now nude except for his sneakers, he stood over me, a leg on either side of my chest, and just stared down at me with that evil smile, as his six-inch pole bobbed up and down over his hairless balls.  Then he stepped over me, turning around to face my feet, and squatted until his pouting anus was only an inch or two from my lips.

"YOu ready?" Jim asked.  " 'Cause I gotta go; I can't hold it."

"Yeah, go," I said, opening my mouth as wide as I could.

Trembling in anticipation, I watched, fascinated, as my cousin's asshole puckered then opened wide, revealing the tapered end of a light-brown turd.  When the first inch had pushed its way out, I groaned in ecstacy and plastered my lips over his poop chute.

"Fuck, yeah!" Jim said in a loud whisper, just in case our mothers or grandmother were close enough to hear.  "Eat it, you fuckin' pervert!  Eat my fuckin' shit!"

As Jim's semi-soft shit plopped into my mouth, I chewed quickly and swallowed it, making room for the next mouthful of crap.  The foul smell of it filled my nostrils, but the very thought that it was Jim's shit--that my face was plastered between the ass cheeks of my cute thirteen-year-old cousin while he did his business in my mouth--was turning me on so much that a part of me hoped he would never stop shitting, that he would force me to be his permanent human toilet bowl, taking his teenaged turds down my throat until every inch of my stomach was filled with the contents of his bowels.

"Fuck, I can't believe I'm takin' a shit in your fuckin' mouth," Jim said, "and I REALLY can't believe doin' it is makin' me so fuckin' horny!"

Underneath I was gulping down yet another sticky mouthful of his shit when I suddenly realized that my mouth was not being refilled, upon which I spread Jim's ass cheeks apart as much as I could and used my toilet-paper tongue to clean all of the remaining shit out of his asshole.

"Yeah, lick that shit out my booty!  Make it clean and shiny so I don't have to wipe!"

After slurping Jim's anus for several minutes, I finally pulled my tired tongue out of him.  He lifted his ass off my face then turned back and stared at me, a look of total incredulity on his face.

"Open your mouth," he said, still pulling furiously on his joint.  When I did and there was absolutely nothing inside it except my shit-streaked tongue, he shook his head and said, "Well I'll be fucked!  You really DID eat it!"  He then turned completely around to face me, putting a knee on either side of my head, and aimed his cock at my face.  "And now I want you to eat THIS!"

With those words, Jim groaned and spurted a thick rope of sperm directly in my open mouth.  The next shot plopped onto my forehead, eyelid and cheek, and the last two splattered various other parts of my face, leaving it a gooey white mess.

"Shit!" Jim sighed, as his stuck his shrinking cock between my lips, allowing me to lick off the last drops of his semen. "I think that's the hardest I ever came.  And all because you ate my shit.  Damn!  That must mean I'm a fuckin' pervert too!"

After swallowing Jim's come, I let his dick fall from between my lips and said, "I wouldn't worry about that, if I were you.  What turns you on is nobody's business but yours."  (In light of what we'd just done, the irony of my use of the word "business" suddenly struck me and I smiled to myself.)

"Now I gotta piss," Jim said, his prick still dangling in my come-covered face.  "You want me to do that in your mouth too?"

"Sure," I said, smiling.  "I could use something to wash down all that shit."

Jim just shook his head again as he leaned forward, stuck the head of his penis in my mouth again and tried to relax.  A couple of minutes later he said, "Here it comes," and a warm, acrid liquid began to flow into my mouth.  I began immediately to drink it, again turned on by the idea that it was my foxy thirteen-year-old cousin who was pissing in my mouth, his urine I was swallowing.

"Drink it, pervert!" Jim hissed.  "Drink every fuckin' drop of my piss!"  And the boy apparently had a full bladder, because I swore I swallowed about a gallon of piss before his stream finally started to dry up.

When he was done, Jim pulled his dick out of my mouth, crawled backwards and again just stared down at me with a mixture of disbelief and disgust on his face. I stared back, smiling sheepishly, then burped loudly, causing me to taste the remnants of his piss and shit in the back of my throat.  Once again Jim shook his head.

"My cousin Tommy," he said, "the piss-drinking shit-eater.  Who woulda thought." 

Since I had now fulfilled my darkest fantasies with my handsome cousin, it was his turn to fulfill his more normal fantasy with me.  Being that Jim had already developed another raging hard-on, it didn't take long for him to remind me of our deal.

"So when you gonna gimme some booty?" he asked, sitting back on his haunches, wagging his dick.

I turned over, got up on my knees and put my head down low so that my butt was sticking up in the air.

"Oooo, yeah!" Jim cooed.  "I been waitin' for this!"

Since this was Jim's first experience with anal sex, I had to instruct him about using lubrication and starting out slowly.  But I also knew that, being thirteen, he wasn't going to be as patient as he should.  So after he found a jar of Vaseline and spread some on himself and stuck a big gob up my ass, I just hoped that I could take him inside me without going through too much pain.

"You ready?" Jim asked.

I looked back to see him hunched over me with an intense look on his face.  "Yeah," I finally said, "but remember to go slow at first."

Well, Jim remembered that last instruction for about a minute, the amount of time it took him to press the head of his dick against my asshole until it popped inside.

"Oh, fuck!" he muttered, trying not to be too loud.  "That's some tight shit!"

Before I could remind him again to go slow, he had rammed all six inches of his poker right up my ass.  Only because I had expected this was I able not to tense up too much and focus on the pleasure that knew would soon replace the pain I was feeling.  By this time Jim was already plowing away at my ass, while holding on to my shoulders for support.

"Yeah, take it!" he breathed in my ear.  "Take my dick right up your fuckin' ass!"

After a couple of minutes the pleasure finally took over and I able to wallow not only in the physical sensation but also in the idea itself that I was being fucked up the ass by a gorgeous thirteen-year-old who had never fucked ass before.  And the harder he slammed into me, the more I relished the idea that, no matter whose butt he banged from this point on, I would always be his first.

"Harder!" I suddenly heard myself saying.  "Fuck me harder!  Fuck me as hard as you fuck your slut bitch girlfriend's pussy!"

Right away Jim changed his angle of attack and, grabbing my hips, began to plunge his pole into me with a vengeance, his hairless crotch slapping against my ass cheeks and his balls bouncing off mine in a staccato rhythm.  I could also feel his sweat sprinkling my back as he labored against my ass.  I was really enjoying this, but I realized that, being so young and horny, Jim had not yet learned how to string out his passion.  Sure enough, long before I was ready for him to stop, I heard Jim groan loudly then shiver.

"Fuck!" he yelled out, completely forgetting to keep his voice down.  "I'm coming!"

The thirteen-year-old promptly shoved his boner as far up my ass as he could and began to shoot his load, filling my bowels with his abundant, youthful sperm.  And as I felt my cousin's dick swelling and throbbing and spurting inside me, it triggered my own orgasm.

"Shit, I'm there too!" I said, as my dick spat four heavy streams of come on the bathroom floor.

Afterwards Jim just lay on top of me for a few minutes, trying to catch his breath.  Finally he pulled out of me; seconds later, I heard him say, "Oh, fuck!"

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"There's shit all on my fuckin' dick!"

"Is that all?"

"No.  You should see your fuckin' asshole," he added.  "It's all the way the hell open and my fuckin' come's dripping out of it!"

I turned around just so I could get off on that intrigue-mixed-with-disgust expression  I knew Jim would be wearing.  Once that urge was satisfied, I leaned forward and took his shit-soiled dick into my mouth.

"Damn!" he said.  "I didn't think you'd lick your OWN shit off it!"

I didn't respond because I was too busy cleaning him.  When I was sure it was spotless, I pulled his dick out of my mouth and kissed his piss slit, making him laugh. After I washed Jim's dried-up come off my face and my still-wet come off the floor, we put our clothes back on.  Then Jim cautiously unlocked and opened the bathroom door and we tiptoed back into the living room.  Not ten seconds later we heard the porch door open.

"Jim!" my aunt called out.  "Where are you?"

"In here," Jim said.  "With Tommy."

When she came in, she stopped and just looked at the two of us for a moment.  "So what were you two doing all this time?"

"Nothin'.  Just talking," Jim said, as cool as ever.

"About what?" my aunt asked.

"You know, Ma," he now said, irritated at her probing.  "Boy stuff."

My aunt smiled.  "Okay, I understand.  You think I'm too old to rememeber what it's like to be young.  I just wanted to let you and Tommy know that his mother, Grandma and I will be in the garden a little longer and that you boys should make yourselves sandwiches if you get hungry, okay?"

"Okay, Ma.  But I think Tommy already ate something, didn't you?" my cousin asked, casually turning and smiling at me.

"Yeah," I confirmed, trying not to look too nervous.  "I found something in there and I ate it and it was delicious."

"Okay, then," my aunt said, as she turned to leave.  "We'll be back later."

When I heard the porch door swing shut, I turned to Jim, who by now was laughing hysterically, and said, "I'm gonna get you for that, little cousin."

After several seconds he managed to calm down enough to say, "Okay, okay.  I admit I was wrong, but I couldn't help it.  But before you get me back, I wanna get something to eat first."

"And why should I wait till you do that before I get you back?"

Staring deep into my eyes, Jim smiled devilishly again and said, "Well, since that stuff you ate was so 'delicious,' you might want some more tonight...and I just wanna make sure I can give you seconds."

I smiled back at him and thought how thirteen, at least when it came to my cousin's age, wasn't such an unlucky number after all and how I would have a whole month to explore just how lucky it could be. 


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