Homeschooled - Part 2 (M/b/b, b/b, M/b, inc, reluc/nc, oral,
anal, ws, scat)
by Coproman


Two days after my first visit, I returned to the Thompsons' nasty
apartment.  This time Miss Thompson herself opened the door for
me, and when I stepped inside I was startled to see all six of
her truant children gathered around her. At first I thought this
was her feeble attempt at some kind of confrontation.  But I
quickly realized that she was fully dressed, bag on shoulder, and
on her way out.  Giving me a look of exasperation, she explained
to the kids that I was a doctor and that I was there not only to
babysit but to examine them too, so they wouldn't get sick.

"So y'all make sure to do everything he tell you," Miss Thompson
finally said in a clear, confident voice--very unlike the thin,
shaky voice that had come out of her two days before, when she'd
left eight-year-old Trinette in my hands.  But as she pushed past
me to leave, the young mother threw me a look to let me know that
she expected all of her kids to be okay when she got back.

When the door closed and locked behind me, there was a long,
awkward silence as the six kids just stood there looking at me
and I at them.  Even though I towered over all of them, I still
felt intimidated.  But I didn't want them to read this on my face
so, steeling myself, I focused on Trinette, who was the only one
smiling, and clapped my hands.

"Okay, guys, you heard your mom," I announced.  "I'm here to
watch you and check you for cooties, so go on off and play but be
ready when I call for you."

My use of the word "cooties" seemed to loosen the kids up, as
most of them giggled when I said it, and within seconds they
began to disperse.  Before seven-year-old Rashan and
five-year-old Jaden could go anywhere, though, I put my hands on
their shoulders to stop them.

On my first visit, I'd chosen Trinette to prove to Miss Thompson
that I wouldn't hurt her kids, so she probably thought I was
interested only in her girls.  But as an EOM (Equal Opportunity
Molester), I couldn't wait to check out her young sons, both of
whom were wearing their usual one-piece outfits--dirty drawers
that drooped so low in the seat that they barely concealed the
boys' tiny genitals while cloaking the roundness of their
prominent little butts.

Ushering the brothers into their mother's bedroom, I locked the
door, sat them down on the bed, and stood there ogling them. 
What delighted me about the youngsters was the fact that they
were so different but, at the same time, so similar.  I
especially loved the striking contrast in their skin color. 
Rashan was extremely dark while Jaden was the lightest of all the
kids.  Their hair was also very different--Rashan's being short
and nappy while Jaden's was long and frizzy.  But their facial
features--the light-brown eyes, the button noses, the full
lips--were nearly identical, strongly reflecting their mother's
genes.  It was going to be fun playing with these cute little
boys.

"Okay, guys, ready for your exam?"

They just looked at me, looked at each other, then looked at me
again.

"Is it gonna hurt?" Rashan finally asked.

I smiled.  "No, not at all.  It might even feel good."

The older boy looked confused.  "So where's your doctor bag?"

"Oh, I...uhh...left it at my office.  I don't need it for the
kind of exam I'm going to give you."

"But how you gonna take our temp-a-ture?" he now asked.

I gave Rashan a twisted smile.  He really DID need to be in
school because he was a real smart ass.  But I wanted these
doctor questions to stop, so I upzipped my pants, stuck my hand
in the fly and, with two pairs of young eyes glued to my crotch,
began fishing around.

"I'm going to use this," I said, pulling out my hard,
pre-come-dripping cock. Both boys gasped.

"Oooooo!" cooed Jaden.  "You gonna take our temp-a-tur with your
PEE-PEE?!"

"That's right, kiddo.  That's my special thermometer."

Again Rashan looked confused, and this time a little scared as
well.  "But...but it's too BIG to get in our butts."

For a moment I wondered what the dark-skinned tyke was talking
about.  Then it occurred to me that it must have been a while
since he'd last had his temperature taken and at that time he was
probably too young to have it done orally, so he had assumed that
my dick was going to take the place of a rectal thermometer.  I
was about to say, "Oh, no, Rashan, I'm not going to take your
temperature THAT way," but the boy's assumption had opened an
unexpected door that I was reluctant to close, and as my cock
twitched I heard myself saying something equally unexpected:

"Well, that might be true, but we won't know for sure unless we
TRY, will we?  So why don't you boys get up, pull those drawers
down, and turn around so I can take a look at your buttholes."

Hearing me say "buttholes" made the brothers giggle, and without
a hint of shame they hopped off the bed and dropped their baggy
briefs.  Surprisingly both boys were sporting erections, which
were sticking straight out.  Then, before I could stop them, they
both spun around, giving me their backs...and asses.

"Turn back around for a minute, guys.  I want to get another look
at your pee-pees before I check out your butts."

Again giggling, the boys turned to face me again as I inched
closer and squatted down in front of them.  Rashan's penis was
about three inches long while Jaden's was about two, each with a
perfectly round little nut sac beneath it.  They were the most
delicious-looking sets of tiny dark and white chocolate genitalia
I'd ever laid eyes on, and I licked my lips in anticipation of
tasting them.

"Listen, guys, I need to soften up those hard pee-pees, so just
close your eyes and relax, okay?"

They both nodded then squinched their eyes shut.  Getting on my
knees, I sat back and took a few moments to further admire the
youthful beauty of the naked little boys.  Then I leaned forward
and simultaneously grasped both peckers, making the boys flinch;
and when I began to stroke them, gently sliding my thumb and
forefinger along their slender shafts, the flinching came more
often, until both boys were huffing and squirming.  Then I
stopped.  Now their weiners were even harder, both of them
sticking up at a forty-five-degree angle.

"Well, guys, that didn't work so I'm going to try something else.
 Just keep your eyes closed, okay?"

With their eyes still shut tight, they again nodded.

Smiling, I licked my lips again, leaned forward, and careful took
Jaden's  mini-stiffie between my lips.

"Ooh!" he gasped, jerking back in surprise.  Afraid he would
accidentally trip over the briefs bunched up around his ankles, I
grabbed the boy's tiny buns while he instinctively grabbed my
head.  Steadying him, I began to suck heartily at his pricklet,
even slipping his marble-sized nuts into my mouth as the
five-year-old moaned in pleasure.  I was sure that Rashan had
already sneaked a peek at what I was doing to see why his little
brother was making all those weird noises, but I didn't really
care since I figured that getting a preview would only make him
look forward to his own turn even more.

Knowing how quick on the trigger little boys tend to be, and not
wanting Jaden to come just yet, I sucked his dick and balls only
briefly before switching over to Rashan.  Though he was only an
inch longer than his little brother, giving the older boy head
was a completely difference experience, primarily because, unlike
Jaden, he did not remain passive.  In fact, he allowed me to do
all the work for only a few seconds before he grabbed two
handfuls of my hair and began to fuck my mouth.  Holding on to
the seven-year-old's bucking little butt and with my nose pressed
into his hairless pubic area, I reveled in the heady aroma of
pure unwashed boy as his stubby spear repeatedly poked through my
pursed lips and his round little nut sac bumped up against my
bottom lip.  But as much fun as I was having, I didn't want
Rashan to come yet either, so before he could work up a good head
of steam, I shifted my hands to his waist and, pushing him back,
gently pulled my mouth off his weiner, which left him fucking the
air for a second or two.

"Nope," I said, again examining the boys' erections.  "Those
pee-pees are STILL hard, guys.  So I guess we'll just have to
wait for them to soften up on their own while I check out your
buttholes.  So turn back around, bend over and hold your knees."

Again the brothers complied with giggly anticipation, and again
my mouth watered as I stared at their side-by-side dark and light
behinds.  Just like their sisters, both boys had inherited their
mom's bubble butt, with Rashan's just slightly bigger than
Jaden's, and as more pre-orgasm fluid began to spill out of my
piss slit, it occurred to me that Pedo Proposition #1, which I'd
formulated during my first visit, needed a male corollary: All
cute little boys with bubble butts should have their dicks sucked
and their assholes tongued before they leave elementary school. 
As with PP #1, the ugly ones could wait, but the cute ones should
be allowed the pleasure of oral sex as early as possible.  If
that happened, no teenaged girls at ALL would be "saving"
themselves until marriage to have sex because they and the boys
would all be getting sucked off long before they entered middle
or junior high school, which would lead to the kids sucking each
other off, which in turn would lead to everybody discovering the
joys of preteen sex.

Before I personally introduced Rashan and Jaden to the corollary,
though, there was a preliminary perversion I needed to address.

"Step out of those drawers, guys."

When they did, I scooped them up and, just as I'd done with
Trinette's panties, carefully examined the yellow and brown
stains on them.  I didn't even have to press them to my nose to
catch the odor of the boys' anal and penile excretions. It
radiated off the dirty, threadbare material--a rank/shitty aroma
that caused my weeping hard-on to throb.  But, of course, I ended
up burying my face in the funky briefs and inhaling as deeply as
I could anyway because a part of me needed to inundate myself in
their youthful stink.

Now it was time to get down to business.  Since I'd begun by
sucking Jaden's little dick, I decided to start at the other end
with Rashan.  Spreading the boy's black ass cheeks, I gave his
anus as clinical an inspection as I could, closing one eye to get
an even better look.  The fact that I was easily able to pull his
asshole open wide enough to see half way up his rectum was a good
sign; it meant the boy's sphincter had more than the usual amount
of stretchability to it.

After the visual exam, I started sniffing the seven-year-old,
pressing my nostrils against his poop chute, inhaling, and
getting turned on like crazy not only by the odor of his shit but
by the idea that this cute little hole was the source of the
smelly skid marks in his underwear.

Finally I began to flick my tongue over Rashan's anus, making him
shiver with every swipe before pressing my lips over it and
sticking my tongue as far up his ass as I could get it, making
the boy grunt as his anal sphincter clutched at my tongue.  When
he finally let it go, I tongue-fucked his shitter for a while
then pulled back to see a big glob of spit glistening on his
pucker.

I repeated the procedure with Jaden's stinky little
asshole--first staring in it, then smelling it, then licking it.
The "whoa!" that came out of the five-year-old when he felt my
tongue slither up his butt made me laugh; and the loud, smelly
fart he made in my face made HIM laugh even harder.  After
sniffing his ass gas and sucking out all the shit I could find in
the preschooler's pooper, I made sure to lather it with as much
spit as possible in preparation for the next part of my
"examination."

Giving Jaden's ass a final sloppy kiss, I stood up, grabbed
Rashan's arm and led him to a corner of the room.  Stooping down
to face him I whispered, "Listen, you were right.  My pee-pee's
too big to take you and your brother's temperature."  Then I
paused, smirking.  "But it HAS to be taken, so why don't YOU do
it instead?"

Rashan looked at me in confusion.  "What you mean?"

"Well, since your pee-pee's a lot smaller than mine, you can use
it to take Jaden's temperature."

The little dark-skinned boy's eyes opened wide and his jaw
dropped as he suddenly realized what I was suggesting.  "You
mean, you want me to put my pee-pee in his butthole?!"

When I nodded, Rashan gave me a scrunched-up smile.  "Ewwwww! 
I'll get doo-doo on it if I do that!"

"That's okay.  We can always wipe it off."  Or suck it off, I
mused.  "So you want to try it?"

Rashan looked at me then looked over at Jaden, who had tuned us
out and was off somewhere in his own world, singing to himself
while wagging his sweet little light-skinned ass to the beat. 
Though Rashan had yet to answer me, I could tell by his
expression--along with the fact that his dick was as hard as
ever--that he was not going to refuse my proposal.  Finally, with
a nod and a quiet "okay," he made his acceptance official.

"Great," I said, smiling.  "That'll help me out a lot."

"But what about me?" Rashan now asked.  "Who's gonna take MY
temp-a-ture?"

"Let's worry about that later, okay?" I said, trying to keep the
boy focused.

Again he nodded, upon which I walked over to Jaden and patted him
on his ass.  "Hey, kiddo, listen up.  You need to do something
for me."

"What?"

"Climb up on the bed and lie down on your stomach so your brother
can take your temperature."

Jaden turned and looked up at me, his light-brown eyes full of
naivete. "He's gonna take it with his pee-pee?"

"Yeah, kiddo, but don't worry.  It won't hurt."

With a glance at Rashan's hard-on and another look at me, Jaden
crawled up on the bed and lay down, turning his head to the side.
 His eyes moved in all directions as he waited.  Kneeling right
beside him, I reached down and spread his butt cheeks.  The
five-year-old's saliva-soaked little pucker opened right up. 
Then I looked at Rashan, who was just standing there watching us
as he awaited my instructions.

"Okay, Rashan, get on top of him and stick it in," I said.  "I
need to see if he has a fever."

As he crawled up on the bed behind his little brother, I thought
Rashan might have trouble finding his way into the boy's hole--it
was such a small target--so I was surprised when he took ahold of
his erection, aimed, and poked it right in on the very first try.

"Ouch!" Jaden yelped, but before he had time to react any
further, Rashan's prick was buried to the balls in his anus and
the dark-skinned boy was flat on top of him.  Afterwards both
boys squirmed and shifted before finally getting comfortable.

"So how's it feel, Rashan?  How do you like taking your brother's
temperature?" I asked, my libido soaring at the sight of the
duo's anal connection.

"It feel GOOD!" the boy responded.  "I LIKE taking his
temp-a-ture!"

"How about you, kiddo?" I asked Jaden, swatting at his frizzy
hair.  "How's your brother's pee-pee feel up your butt?"

"It feel like I'm gonna poop on him!" the boy announced, his face
all screwed up.

"Don't worry.  You won't.  It's just feels that way because
something went in your hiney from the other direction."  Again
licking my lips, I took a deep breath and said, "Okay, Rashan,
now in order for me to make sure Jaden doesn't have a fever, you
need to pull your pee-pee out of him a little then push it back
in a few times, okay?"

"Okay."

Even though I was maintaining the pretense, I was pretty sure
Rashan had figured out by now that what I was telling him to do
to Jaden had nothing to do with any doctoring.  But if he HAD
figured it out, he wasn't letting on, and the fact that he was
either so naive that he still believed this was part of a checkup
or that he knew better and was simply staying in character for my
benefit were BOTH tremendous turn-ons.

"Like this?" Rashan asked me, slowly pistoning his little
brother's bumhole.

"Yeah, that's good.  Very good.  Now just go a little faster."

"Okay," and quickly Rashan's little ebony butt began to pump more
rapidly, generating enough force to cause his crotch to slap
against Jaden's ass cheeks.

"Ow!" the five-year-old cried out, jerking.  "Not so hard!"

But Rashan simply ignored his brother's complaint and, grabbing
the boy's shoulders, began to hump him in earnest, repeatedly
ramming his three-inch boner into the preschooler's anus.

"Yeah, Rashan, fuck him!" I panted, tugging at my tool while
moving behind them to get a better look at the action. "Fuck that
little bitch right up his high-yellow ass!"

As I watched the brothers go at it--that is, watched the older
one go at the younger one--the very idea that I had coaxed them
into committing incest was ratcheting up my libido so quickly
that I had to let go of my cock, for fear I would come before I
wanted to.  At that moment I couldn't imagine shooting my load on
the floor or the bedsheets or even over Rashan's butt cheeks.  It
would be such a waste.  So I became determined to feed it to one
of the boys.  It was just a matter of which boy--and which
opening--I was going to feed.

By now Rashan had really gotten into the swing of things and,
with his arm clasped around Jaden's chin and his face pressed
against the back of his neck, was roughriding the boy's bantam
butt.  But I could tell by the seven-year-old's ragged breathing
that he was right on the verge of coming, and as I stared at the
boy's bucking black ass I immediately made up my mind where I was
going to plant my seed.

Taking a deep breath I quietly undressed, took my place behind
the fucking brothers, and waited.  It wasn't long before Rashan
yipped and stiffened, plastering himself against Jaden's back as
he jammed his pecker all the way up the little boy's ass.

"Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" he gasped, jerking spasmodically for several
seconds before finally exhaling and relaxing on top of his
brother.

"Hey!  Stop squooshing me!" Jaden yelled, reacting to the feeling
of Rashan's weight on his back.  With a burst of energy--and a
move any college wrestler would've been proud of--the
five-year-old thrust his butt up, dislodging Rashan's wilting
weiner from his poop chute, then scrambled from underneath the
older boy, leaving him lying face down on the bed.

This was my chance.  That Rashan had been able to fuck his way to
an orgasm, albeit a dry one, had made me super-horny, and now
that he was drifting in his post-orgasmic bliss, I was eager to
give him a taste of what he'd just finished force-feeding his
little brother.

Quietly mounting the groggy boy, I clasped my free hand over his
mouth, nestled the nob of my cock against his tiny anus, and
shoved.

"Nnnnnnngggghhhh!!" the boy screamed into my palm as the head of
my dick stabbed against his stubborn sphincter.

"Shut up and let me take your temperature, you little pussy!"

That verbal slap was just what was needed because it caused the
dark-skinned cutie to lower his defenses for a fraction of a
second, which was all the time my cock needed to push past his
anal ring.

"Uuwwww!!" he yelled.  "Uht huuutts!!"  And I could feel his lips
vibrating against my palm as these muffled complaints left his
mouth.

"Settle down, settle down.  It's almost all in," I lied, using my
body weight to force another inch of dick up the boy's ass.

Meanwhile, right beside us, Jaden was sitting on his haunches and
staring at us with a look of wonder on his cute face.

"You takin' his temp-a-tur?"

"Yeah, kiddo," I grunted, smiling at him, "just like he took
yours," and the moment those words left my lips, the last inch of
my shaft slid into his sibling's shithole.

"Fuck, that feels good," I sighed,

"What?" Jaden asked.

"Nothing.  Just sit there and watch."  Turning my attention back
to Rashan, who was breathing heavily through his nose as tears
streamed down his face, I put my mouth right beside his ear and
whispered, "Can I take my hand off your mouth now?" He nodded, so
I slowly removed it, strands of spit following my palm as I
pulled it away from his lips.  "You don't want Jaden to see you
crying, do you?" Sniffling, he shook his head.  "Then wipe away
those tears and take it like a man."

Apparently my words stiffened Rashan's resolve (if not his dick)
because, after wiping his eyes and sniffling a few times more,
the seven-year-old took a long, deep breath and indeed settled
down.  I could feel the tension draining out of his body.

Having fully penetrated the boy, I noted to myself how I was
taking not only his temperature--as I savored the intense heat of
his anus--but his pulse as well, as his rectum throbbed on my
shaft.  A part of me wanted to just lie there for the next hour
or so luxuriating in the unique sensation of having my dick
buried in a seven-year-old boy's virgin ass.  But I knew I
wouldn't be satisfied--and that my work of homeschooling the boy
wouldn't truly be done--until I had completed his lesson on "The
Pains and Pleasures of Anal Intercourse," and that meant fucking
his tight little ass and depositing a healthy dose of sperm in
his bowels.

"Okay, Rashan, I'm going to ride you now," I told him, "so get
ready."

When he didn't respond, I took his silence as a tacit go-ahead
and began to lift my hips, slowly pulling my cock out of him. 
This was easier said than done because, having relied only on
spit and pre-cum for lubrication, I was wedged so tightly in the
boy's shithole that I was practically turning it inside out as I
tried to withdraw, which caused the seven-year-old to wince and
tense up, which made it even harder to pull my dick out of him. 
So rather than force the issue, I decided to push myself all the
way back inside Rashan's rectum and wait for enough pre-cum to
drool out of my cock to make my next pull-out attempt easier.

Again fully housed in the boy's hiney, I took a few moments to
reflect on the delightful absurdity of what I was doing.  Here I
was, a truancy officer, an official of the Board of Education who
was entrusted with the all-important job of seeing to it that
kids like Rashan were returned to school so that their generation
would be fully prepared to serve as tomorrow's leaders.  Instead
I was seeing to it that such kids were kept OUT of school so that
perverts like me could make sure that their generation would be
fully prepared to serve as our sex toys.  So as I tried again and
this time succeeded in pulling all but the head of my eight-inch
cock out of the seven-year-old's asshole, I understood that I
could very well be sacrificing our country's future leadership
for my own selfish purposes...but I was going to have a HELL of a
lot of fun doing it!

Once my dick had completed that first trip out of Rashan's
rectum, it was relatively easy to work it back it.  And with the
extra pre-cum now doing its job nicely, I was able to pull out
again without too much effort.  Taking these small steps, as
Rashan breathed heavily and Jaden watched us intently, I was soon
fucking the little truant at a steady rhythm, my crotch slapping
against his smooth black ass while the springs in his mother's
mattress sang a quiet refrain.

"Do he have a fever?" Jaden asked me as I banged his brother's
booty.

"Yeah, I think he just might, kiddo, 'cause he's really hot."

"So you gonna give him some medicine to make him feel better?"

"I sure am," I chuckled.  "I'm going to give him a nice BIG dose
of medicine to cool him down."  I was so turned on by the
preschooler's naivete that I began to fuck Rashan even harder,
prompting the seven-year-old to grunt every time I slammed into
him.

"Why you makin' that noise?" Jaden asked him.  "You don't like
him to take your temp-a-tur?"

When Rashan didn't answer, I said, "No, kiddo, he likes it just
fine.  It's just that...well...sometimes it's hard to talk when
you're getting your temperature taken with a big ol' thermometer
like mine, you know?"

"...oh," he finally said, though I wasn't sure he really
understood what a thermometer was or what it had to do with me
shoving my dick up his brother's butt.  But as long as he was
satisfied with my answer--and he certainly seemed to be--I didn't
give a fuck.  I was more focused on how Rashan's hot, tight
asshole was sending my "mercury" off the scale and how it would
be impossible to hold off my orgasm for much longer.  Sure
enough, I was able to shag the boy's shithole for less than ten
minutes altogether before its heat and snugness got the better of
me and a thunderous climax rumbled through my body.

"Shit!  I'm coming!" I grunted, pinning Rashan's wrists to the
mattress and ramming all eight inches of my rod into his rectum
as I began to shake. "Take it right up your black ass, you little
bitch!"

Though it had been only forty-eight hours since I'd shot my wad
down Trinette's throat, I had built up my reserves since then by
fantasizing about the kids while stroking myself several times to
the brink of coming, so I wasn't surprised to find myself
blasting a humongous load of semen into the seven-year-old's turd
tunnel, filling it with millions upon millions of vibrant, wiggly
sperm.

"Mmmm!  Mmmm!  Mmmm!" Rashan moaned with his lips pressed togther
as I pumped my seed in his shit chute.  I couldn't tell if they
were moans of pleasure or pain, but from the way his rectum was
spasming on my shaft, I wanted to believe that, consciously or
not, he was attempting to suck every drop of hot spunk out of my
spurting cock.

After what seemed like half an hour, I was finally drained and
the transfer was complete: Two days' worth of come had made its
way from my overfilled seminal vesicles into this little boy's
virgin asshole.  As my dick began to soften, I was trying hard
not to "squoosh" Rashan as I lay on his back recovering, for now
I was floating in the same post-orgasmic stupor that he had
experienced earlier.

It took a few minutes for me to regain my strength, upon which I
pressed my palms against the mattress and slowly pushed myself
up.  By now there was absolutely no resistance, as my flaccid
penis easily popped out of Rashan's poop chute.

"Oooo!  Doo-doo!" Jaden shrilled as we both stared at the
light-brown shit sticking to the crown of my dick.  While neither
my eyes nor tongue had detected any shit in Rashan's anus, my
cock had burrowed so deep inside him that it had dredged up a
nascent turd that reeked of the boy's gastric juices.  But even
though I had already come, I was still so turned on that I didn't
think twice about plucking his shit off my cock and popping it
right in my mouth.

"Ewwwwww!" Jaden now squealed, frowning in disgust.  "You ATE his
DOO-DOO!"

I just smiled at the five-year-old and, after swallowing his
brother's shit, stuck my tongue out so he could see the brown
coating on it.  This, of course, elicited another squeal from the
youngster, but this time it was accompanied by a hiccup of
laughter at the end, as he obviously recognized the sick humor in
my nasty act.

Meanwhile Rashan hadn't moved, continuing to lie face down on the
bed as though he were unconscious.  As I stared at his perfect
little black buns, the only indication of the trauma his anus had
just undergone was some slight puffiness and a little brown
slime.  I was especially surprised that not one drop of the gism
I had so plentifully injected into him had resurfaced.  Like his
shit, my sperm lay hidden somewhere in the winding recesses of
his colon.  But I knew it wouldn't be there for long.

"Why you lookin' at his butt?" Jaden asked.

"'Cause something's going to come out of it in a minute and I
don't want to miss it."

As if on cue Rashan's asshole pursed open and spat out a viscous
white blob.

"Ewwwwww!" Jaden responded, his eyes wide as saucers as he
watched my sperm emerge like lava out of his brother's anus.  "He
makin' WHITE doo-doo!"

I couldn't help chuckling.  "That's not doo-doo, kiddo, it's
spunk.  That's what came out of my pee-pee when I took his
temperature."

Hearing this, the five-year-old suddenly looked concerned.  "So
HIS spunk is in MY butt like that?"

I chuckled.  "No, don't worry.  Spunk only comes out of a
grown-up pee-pee like mine.  Your brother's not old enough to
make it yet, so there's nothing in your butt."

Not convinced, Jaden reached around and dug a finger into his own
anus.  When all he came up with was a little dissolved shit, he
wrinkled his nose but seemed satisfied that I was right.

Meanwhile I was carefully following the path of my splooge as it
oozed down Rashan's ass crack.  The contrast of the pearly white
stream against the seven-year-old's black behind was by itself
enough to make me horny all over again, and as my cock came back
to life, I decided that little Jaden should get whatever semen my
balls were still able to produce after such a brief respite.

But first I needed to finish up with Rashan.  It had been a long
time since I'd tasted my own sperm, and even longer since I'd
tasted it flavored with the contents of a little boy's ass, so I
was eager to slurp up the rivulet of shit-flavored semen that by
now had run all the way down to Rashan's balls.

"Ewwwwww!" Jaden said as he watched me lean over, spread his
brother's ass cheeks and begin to lap up my come.  "You EATIN'
that spunk!"

I started to ask the five-year-old if he wanted a taste, but
since I knew he would eventually get mine anyway, I decided to
just let him watch while I got my fill of what I'd filled Rashan
with.  When I reached the boy's asshole, I grasped his hips and
turned him onto his side, facilitating the flow of semen out of
his anus, then buried my face in his black ass.

"Mmmmmm!  Mmmmmm!" I moaned, but unlike Rashan's moans, mine were
definitely ones of pleasure as, with my lips clamped over his
asshole, I sucked what seemed like an endless stream of come out
of the boy.  Then, to my surprise and delight, his loose
sphincter loosened up even more and the next thing I knew a
sperm-soaked turd had plopped into my mouth.  Without hesitation
I swallowed it, and as the boy's shit slid down my throat and
dropped into my stomach, I could feel my cock reaching full
hardness again.

"Did you eat it?" Rashan calmly asked without turning his head. 
His words startled me, being that they were the first ones he'd
spoken since squealing out his discomfort at being penetrated.

"Yeah," I whispered, pulling my face just far enough out of his
ass for him to hear me.  Then, feeling a twinge of guilt, I
added, "I hope I didn't hurt you."

He didn't answer but I could feel him flexing his sphincter, and
when I sealed my lips over his anus again, a slimy rope of
come-saturated shit slopped into my mouth.

"Mmph!" I responded, reacting to the slightly bitter taste.  But,
of course, I swallowed it all, and I swore the very fact that it
tasted so foul made my dick even stiffer.

"Hey," Jaden said, "you STILL eatin' that spunk out his
butthole?"

I was about to tell him how his brother had fed me a lot more
than spunk, but by then I was so pent up that after sucking on
Rashan's anus for just a few seconds more, I was ready to pop my
nut.

"NOW whatcha doin'?" Jaden asked as he watched me pull my face
out of his brother's ass, swallow, and sit back on the bed
double-clutching my pole.

"I want to show you something, kiddo," I panted, staring at the
boy's innocent, questioning face.

"What?"

"Come a little closer and you'll see."

Apprehensive, the five-year-old never took his eyes off my cock
as he inched forward while Rashan, apparently anticipating what I
was going to do, lay on his stomach again and propped his chin up
on his hands to watch.

"Come on, kiddo," I said to Jaden.  "You're going have to get a
lot closer than that if you want to see."

"See WHAT?" Jaden demanded, but when I didn't answer, he glanced
over at Rashan then inched closer still, until he was only a foot
away from me.

"That's good," and I leaped on top of him, knocking him
backwards, and pinned him between my knees.

"Hey!" he yelled, squiggling wildly in an effort to free himself.
 But he wasn't going anywhere until I'd given him in his face
what I'd given Rashan up the ass.

"Shit!  I'm coming!" I groaned, wanking furiously as I aimed my
erection at Jaden's cute mug. "Take it right in your high-yellow
face, you little fucker!"

I felt a familiar internal jolt and right afterwards a sticky
stream of come spewed out of my dick and hit Jaden right in the
eye.

"Eeeewwww!" he screamed, twisting his head to the side.  But I
simply grabbed a handful of his frizzy hair with my free hand and
yanked, forcing his face forward again, upon which I squirted a
second shot along the bridge of his nose, into his mouth, and
over his chin.

"Yuck!" he yelled, trying to spit out the string of semen.  This
annoyed me so I let go of his hair and pressed down on his
forehead, forcing the back of his head into the mattress, then
pushed my urethra up against one of his nostrils, sending the
last volley of sperm right up his nose.

"Nnrrrf!  Blah!" Jaden responded, quivering, and I could tell by
the desperate, "I'm-about-to-sneeze" look on his face that my
spunk had lodged in his sinuses and was probably dripping into
the back of his throat.  I suddenly had an image of hundreds of
millions of sperm cells swimming through snot as they searched in
vain for an egg to fertilize inside the boy's head.

"There.  All done," I said, surprised by how much come I'd been
able to produce, considering the short recovery time.  "See,
kiddo?  Now you've got YOUR share of spunk too."

"Ewwwwww!  It's YUCKY!" the five-year-old complained, alternately
snuffling and hawking.  When he realized that I was no longer
holding him in place with my knees, he shimmied from under me
(stretching out and breaking the thick strand of come that
connected his nostril to my piss slit) and sat beside his
brother, where he began to wipe my come off his face.  Suddenly,
without warning, he turned and smacked Rashan on the top of his
head.  "Why you didn't help me?!"

"'Cause I wanted to see him get you just like he got me," Rashan
laughed.

Hearing this, Jaden tried to smack him again, but this time,
laughing even harder, Rashan ducked the blow.  When the
five-year-old went after his brother again, I intercepted him,
lifting the angry red-faced boy high in the air then slowly
lowering him until his tiny genitals were in my face.  It's
amazing how fast a pissed-off toddler can calm down when he's
getting his weiner sucked.  It quickly hardened to its full two
inches, and as Rashan watched intently, pulling on his own
stiffening pud, I continued to hold Jaden in mid-air and suck him
off, though I nearly dropped him when his stiffie began to
pulsate and his whole body began to squirm and shiver through a
dry climax.

Of course, I couldn't leave Rashan high and dry after that, so
after depositing Jaden on the bed, I turned to the
seven-year-old, who just looked at me, smiled and took his hand
off his prick.  When I slipped it into my mouth and palmed his
buns, the boy immediately took over, humping my head to a quick
orgasm, his body quaking against my face and his cock throbbing
between my lips.

Afterwards, as I stared at the two totally relaxed tykes, I
recalled both my original proposition and its corollary and
considered how, if they were both instituted, it would result not
only in sexual bliss but be a great medical benefit as well since
pediatricians wouldn't have to write anywhere near as many
prescriptions for Ritalin.

Speaking of pediatricians, I decided to play doctor one more time
before leaving, examining the boys' bottoms for any telltale
trauma.  Jaden's asshole was a little red inside from Rashan
taking his temperature but otherwise it looked normal.  Rashan's
anus, on the other hand, was not only red but still slightly
dilated.  What really amazed me, though, was despite his having
taken a good-sized shit in my mouth, my semen was STILL seeping
out of him!  If this kept up, I was sure that by the time he was
ready for bed, there'd be a big starchy wet spot in the seat of
his dirty drawers.  The prospect both excited and concerned me
because I wanted his come-stained underwear as a trophy, but I
knew that if Miss Thompson noticed them--thus realizing what I
had done to her son--she'd make him take them off and I'd never
see them again.  So if I was going to get them, I needed a
plan...and I knew just what to do.

After helping the boys put their drawers back on then getting
dressed myself, I told them that the examination was over and
that they could go play.  When they scampered off, I made my way
to the kitchen and looked around until I found a plastic sandwich
bag.  Then I walked to the front door, but instead of calling
Lakisha to lock it after I left, I called Trinette.  As soon as
the smiling little girl came running up to me, I stroked her
curly hair and handed her the plastic bag, explaining what I
wanted her to do.

"What you want his stink drawers for?" she asked.

"Well, they're SO dirty there's no way your mama can get them
clean," I said. "Not with the kind of detergent she uses.  So I'm
going to take them home and wash them with a special detergent I
use."

Looking confused, the girl asked, "Why don't you just take 'em
now?"

Thinking VERY fast, I said, "Because I just took his temperature,
so he needs to keep on his same drawers on until his body cools
down before he changes into a fresh pair."

"...oh."

Before Trinette had a chance to sort out my bullshit and ask
another question, I kissed her on the forehead, unlocked the
door, said "bye bye," and stepped outside.  When I heard the door
lock behind me, I made my way downstairs.  I could still smell
Jaden and Rashan all over me, and as I recalled everything I had
done to them, along with the fact that I had recruited their
sister to retrieve my trophy, I was able to appreciate more than
ever the importance of a good education.


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