What Can Brown Do for You? - Part 2 (M/b, b/b, inc, oral, anal, ws, scat)
by Coproman


The next day, it seemed like I had about a million deliveries to make, and I was so afraid I wasn't going to make it to Parker's house in time to catch him before he had to shit.  On top of that I was exhausted because I'd had precious little sleep the night before.  Every time I'd tried to fall asleep, the thought of what Parker and I would be doing the next day woke me up again. And I didn't even have the luxury of jacking off, because I wanted to save up as much sperm as I could for our get-together.

I was also thinking about how I had deliberately left Parker up in the air about what we would be doing.  Despite the look on his face when I'd told him to try to hold off going until I got there, I wasn't absolutely sure that he understood what I intended to do.  And if he didn't, I doubted he had gotten much sleep either, as he must have be wondering all night exactly what I had in mind.  

But as tired as I was and Parker might have been, I pressed on--rushing from one house to another, making deliveries at warp speed--because I knew that if I could just make it to the boy's house, both of us would be instantly re-energized.  As luck would have it, I managed to finish what I had to do and make it to Parker's house at just about the same time I'd visited him the day before.  With a fake delivery package under my arm, I pressed the intercom.  This time he answered right away.

"Who is it?" 

"It's me, Parker, Damon.  You haven't gone yet, have you?"

A pause, then, "No."

"Good.  Let me in."  He took a little longer than I'd expected to buzz me in, and as I walked to the elevator I wondered if this meant anything.

When I got off the elevator, I noticed that Parker wasn't standing in the door of the apartment the way he had the day the before.  As soon as I rang the doorbell, I knew right away what the problem was because I distinctly heard the voices of two boys inside.  Opening the door, Parker looked up at me in exasperation.

"Connor won't take his nap," he muttered.

Behind him the four-year-old was running in circles around the living room, making all kinds of high-pitched hooting noises as he interacted with the invisible characters in his own little fantasy world.  He barely seemed aware of my presence until, putting my fake package down, I scooped him up on one of his circuits.

"Hey, Connor, how about if I read you a story," I said.  "Would you like that?"

"Yeeeeah!" the little boy shrilled.

"Well, I can only do it if you're really, really quiet and you keep still, okay?"

"Okay," he now whispered, grinning at me.  

I looked over at Parker, who was still standing by the front door with his arms folded, and winked at him.  When I saw him crack a little smile, I turned my attention back to Connor.  

"Let's go in your room and find a book." 

Motioning with my head for Parker to lead the way, I hoisted Connor onto my shoulders and carried him down the hall and into the room he shared with his brother, depositing the preschooler on the twin bed Parker was pointing to. I knew it was going to be a close call, but somehow I had to get Connor to go to sleep and keep Parker from going to the bathroom.

Well, I'm still not sure how I managed it, but after only ten minutes or so of "The Cat in the Hat," Connor was off to La-La Land and Parker was experiencing nothing more than a minor knocking at his back door.  So, as I prepared to tuck the tyke in, I told Parker to get ready for me by going in the bathroom, stripping, and getting in the bathtub.  With a quick "okay," he dashed out of the room. 

Connor had fallen out across the bed, with his legs hanging over the side, so I carefully swung him around, took his shoes and socks off, and covered him up.  Then I just sat there stroking his hair and looking at the sleeping boy, and the longer I did, the more I began to wonder what it would be like to eat his shit instead of Parker's.  Suddenly the thought of a big brown turd spiraling out of the four-year-old's distended anus and into my mouth was turning my dick to iron.  Then I imagined taking that iron-hard dick and ramming it right up his little...and that's when I stopped--right in the middle of that image--and began to wonder what the hell was wrong with me.  Getting the hots for an eight-year-old was one thing, but getting turned on by someone half that age was so close to literally "robbing the cradle" that it scared me.  Even among pedophiles, a baby fucker was considered the lowest of the low.  As sick as it might have been, though, I had to admit that I was getting horny thinking about the possibility of plugging this preschooler's poop chute.

But at the moment, all that was as much a fantasy as Connor's imaginary friends.  Instead I needed to focus on the reality of an eight-year-old waiting down the hall who was ready, willing and able right now to shit in my mouth, and I wasn't going to keep him waiting any longer.  So patting Connor on the head, I kissed him on his cheek and made my way to the bathroom.  

When I walked in, Parker was standing butt naked in the bathtub looking lost.  His prick, however, seemed to know exactly where it was and what was going on, for it pointed confidently at me, just as it had the day before.  I smiled and began to take off my uniform, quietly watching the eight-year-old as he quietly watched me.  Only when I pulled my underwear down and my erection popped into view did Parker break that silence by uttering an "oooo," which made me smile even more.

Naked, I stepped into the bathtub with Parker, directing him to the stand at the far end while I lay down.  Pulling my legs up and hooking my feet over the sides of the big old-fashioned tub, I indicated that he should face away from me then step back over me, putting one foot on either side of my neck, and squat right over my face.  Suddenly realizing that I indeed wanted him to go to the bathroom in my mouth, the boy froze, looking down at me with an expression of concern.

"What's the matter, Park?  I thought you wanted to play some more nasty games with me."

"I DO, but..."

"But what?"

"Well...if I do it in your mouth, are you gonna...like...EAT it?"

I smiled.  "That's the plan."

He frowned.  "But won't it make you sick?"

"Don't worry, Park, I'll be fine," I assured him.  "Besides--yours could NEVER make me sick."

That last remark not only produced a funky smile on Parker's face but apparently persuaded him to "assume the position," because the next thing I knew I was staring up at his cute little white ass with that precious little hole in the center, the same hole I had so thoroughly reamed out yesterday with both tongue and finger.  After maneuvering his thighs to fine-tune his position, I took my hands off Parker and told him to hold on to my legs to balance himself.

"Okay, little man, I'm ready.  Just do your thing like I'm not even here."

Of course I knew that was impossible.  And it wasn't what I wanted either, since a big part of the turn-on for me was Parker's knowing that he was a taking a shit not in the toilet but in his friendly UPS delivery man's mouth.  But I said it anyway because I wanted the third-grader to be as comfortable as possible as he went about doing his business.    

I watched transfixed as Parker's anus first kissed at me several times then pursed open just enough to reveal the very tip of his turd.  The moment I spotted it, I could also smell it and, inhaling as deeply as I could, I savored its foul aroma.  Then I opened my mouth, but right before the little redhead's shit had a chance to enter it, I flinched as I felt something warm suddenly squirt onto my chest then begin to spray all over my torso, wetting up my dick, saturating my pubic hair, and soaking my balls before streaming down my ass crack and into the tub.

"Yeah, Park, give me that hot piss!  Piss all OVER me!" I urged him, and I got turned on all the more when the odor of his urine joined that of his shit in filling my nose. 

As the boy peed on me, his asshole continued to stretch open amazingly wide as his bowels began to push out its heavy load.  The contrast between Parker's pale white ass and his dark brown shit was stark, and this sight alone added so much intensity to my horniness that if the eight-year-old had simply touched my hard-on, I'm sure I would have instantly blown my wad.

Finally Parker's turd, which seemed to be coming out of him in slow motion, sped up--exiting with a smacking, cracking sound--and I found myself trying to find room in my mouth to accommodate the foot-long semisoft defecation.

"Mmmph!  Gluub!  Mmmph!  Gluub!" I groaned as I gulped down huge globs of the white boy's shit.  Now fully in my element, I reached up and grabbed Parker's hips, pulling his ass right down on my face and sealing my lips over his shitting bomb hole.

"Ooh!" the eight-year-old gasped in surprise.  The sudden move caused the boy to tense up, drawing in his sphincter and momentarily stopping the flow of shit.  But I was thankful for this brief respite, as it gave me a chance to swallow the rest of what was in my mouth.  By the time I did, Parker had relaxed again and another thick turd was pushing into my mouth.  This one I gobbled down almost as fast as his asshole fed it to me, not even taking time to chew, because I was so eager for his shit to follow a steady uninterrupted pathway from his bowels to my belly.

"Mmmmmmmm," I moaned, and that sound seemed to emanate from somewhere deep down in my soul.  As far as I was concerned, this moment could last forever, with this cute little redhead shitting in my mouth for eternity.  But of course all things must end, and when Parker dropped his last turd, I made sure to snake my tongue into his anus to clean the leftover shit out of his rectum before allowing him to stand up.

For the next couple of minutes I just lay there with my eyes closed, licking my lips, basking in the delicious stink of the little white boy's piss and shit.  When I finally opened my eyes again, Parker was standing in front of me wearing an expression I had to come to recognize well: intrigue mixed with disgust.  But his cocklet--which had stiffened up nicely again since he'd peed on me--indicated that my nasty little act had also excited him, so I decided to press onward since.    

"Hey, Park, can you do me a favor?"

"What?" he asked, a little uncertain.

"Well, remember when I jacked off yesterday?"

His face lit up.  "Yeah, that was cool!"

"Well, eating your shit made me REALLY horny and I need to jack off again, but I don't want to come all over the toilet like I did before, so I was wondering if I could...like..."

"You wanna do it in my mouth, don't you?" he asked with a slight frown.

Again impressed by the way he'd put two and two together, I paused and, smiling the most loving smile I could, said, "Yeah, I'd REALLY like that. Would you mind?"

"No, I don't mind.  Like I said, it sorta tasted like snot, but it wasn't bad."

I think I got even harder in admiration of the boy's adventurousness, especially when he made the first move by hunkering down and taking my dick, which was still wet with his piss, into his mouth.

"Mmmmmm!" I sighed, feeling those young white-boy lips on my cock.  "That's it, Park, suck it.  Make me come in your mouth."

Gently placing my hands on Parker's head, I lay back in the bathtub again and quietly gazed at the little redhead, who was now holding on to the base my prong while slurping away at the head.  Again I was getting off on that wonderful contrast in skin color, especially the sight of those little white fingers clutching my thick black shaft and my long dark fingers tangled in his almost orange hair. 

"Oh, yeah, Park, that feels good.  You're doing a really good job.  You're the best little cocksucker in the world."

The boy responded to my encouragement by removing his hand, hooking both arms around my thighs, and sucking even more vigorously.  The spit in his mouth made an erotic sloshing sound as his head moved up and down like a piston, and I watched my dick constantly appear then disappear from between his widely stretched pink lips, which oddly resembled an anus that was repeatedly shitting out then re-swallowing the same fat turd. 

It wasn't long before I was right on the verge of coming, and I wanted so badly to tug Parker's head down, burying his face in my pubic hair and jamming my dick down his throat.  But I anticipated depositing many, many future loads of come in the little redhead's mouth and didn't want to do anything that might turn him off to oral sex, so I restrained that urge and simply lifted my hips while continuing to hold on to his head.

"Here it comes, Park," I panted.  "Drink it all, okay?"

"Mm-hm."

"Nnnnnngghh!!  Shit!  Fuck!"  And with those words I surrendered to my orgasm, which shook through me like an earthquake, causing my dick to erupt, spewing 24-hours' worth of stored-up semen into my little white sex partner's mouth.

"Mmph!  Mmph!" Parker uttered from deep in his larynx as he struggled to swallow the heavy gushes of gism.  At first he did a pretty good job, and I could actually feel his throat contracting around my cockhead as he gulped down my slimy load.  But the boy quickly became overwhelmed by the unexpected deluge of come and, choking, his eyes teared up and sperm spurted out of his nose, oozing down until it was hanging from his nostrils in two long, sticky strands.

When Parker removed his mouth from my dick, he looked at me with red, watery eyes and smiled.  Then he started to wipe his nose, but I caught his hand.

"No, don't.  Come up here," I said, gesturing.

The boy crawled up until he was face to face with me.  Taking his rosy cheeks in my hands, I carefully licked up the strands of come, slowly making my way up until I reached his nose, upon which I dug the tip of my tongue into his nostrils as he squinched up his face in mock disgust.  Then I completely surprised him by moving down again and kissing him full on the mouth.

Parker was so taken aback that at first he froze, unsure of what to do.  Then his instinct seemed to take over because soon he relaxed and opened up, allowing my snotty, shitty tongue to move past his teeth and explore that hot, juicy mouth which had just given my cock so much pleasure.  Only after I had sucked out as much of his spit and my leftover come as I could did I pull back and let go of his face.  

"Sorry, little man.  I know my breath probably stinks, but I couldn't help myself."

Baring his teeth in a fake frown, Parker put his face as close to mine as he could get it, our noses actually touching, and whispered, "Yeah, YOUR breath smells just like MY doo-doo!"  Then he growled and, moving his head up, nipped the tip of my nose, after which he began to giggle hysterically as I smiled and shook my head, impressed for the umpteenth time by the willingness of this third-grader to indulge me in my perversions.

For the next few minutes, we just lay in the bathtub, Parker on top of me, his hard prick rubbing against my stomach as he played with my hair; and me underneath, staring up lovingly at him as I gently squeezed his butt cheeks.  We were both quiet for quite a while, but Parker looked like he wanted to say something.  Finally he let it out. 

"Guess what, Damon."

"What?"

"I have a secret, and I bet you a million dollars you can't guess what it is."

"Umm...your mom bought you a new computer game?"

"Nope," he said, shaking his head.

"Umm...you got an A on your test in school?"

"Nope, nothing like that.  It's something nasty, like what we did."

"Really?" I asked, getting excited.  "So did you, like, play with yourself?"

"Nope.  You want a hint?" he asked.

"Yeah, give me a hint."

"It's something I did to Connor."

I could feel my eyes stretching open in both excitement and fear.  "You did something nasty to your little brother?!"

"Yep," he said, nodding. "You wanna guess what it was or do you give up?"

"I give up," I quickly said.  "So what did you do to him?"

He hesitated, smiling cagily at me, then finally said, "I did him up his butt."

At first I just stared in disbelief at the boy; then, just to make sure I'd understood him, I asked, "You mean, you stuck your dick in his asshole?"

"Yep," he said, now smiling like the cat who'd swallowed the canary.

"So what happened?  He didn't just let you fuck him, did he?"

His brow furrowed a little.  "I don't think he knew I was doing it."

"What do you mean?  How could that be?" I asked, now totally confused and even more sure that the boy was just making it all up.

"'Cause he was asleep."

"You mean, he sleeps THAT hard?"

"Yep.  Mommy says he sleeps like a--what was it?--oh yeah, a log.  That's probably why he didn't hear us yesterday."

I thought about that for a moment.  We HAD gotten quite loud at times, and the bathroom door had remained open the whole time.  Yet there hadn't been a peep out of Connor.  Maybe there was something to what Parker was saying after all. Then he said something that erased all of my doubts about the truthfulness of his words:

"Hey, Damon, you wanna watch me do him now?"

"Sure," I said, as my heart began to race.

"Come on, before he wakes up," said Parker, and in a flash he had lifted himself off me and leaped out of the bathtub, his pecker wagging its approval with the boy's every move.

As I arose to follow the eight-year-old to his and Connor's bedroom, I could feel goose bumps rising up all over my body, and despite my having come only a few minutes before, I could also feel my dick getting hard again. 

Connor was sprawled face down on his bed, his head turned to the side and his mouth open as he drooled on his pillow.  He had tossed off the covers I'd placed over him and had somehow pulled down or shimmied out of his pants, which were now about half way off his butt, revealing his SpongeBob SquarePants underwear.

Walking to the foot of the bed, Parker grabbed the cuffs of his brother's pants and began to yank at them until he'd pulled them all the way down and off his feet.  And the whole time, Connor didn't wake up.  He just stirred a little, turning his head from the left to the right side, and grunted.  

Next Parker went to the head of the bed, grabbed his brother's tee-shirt and began to tug at it even harder than he'd pulled at his pants, fighting to get it over his head, which he did after nearly ripping the boy's ears off. Then Parker lifted the boy's arms and slid his tee-shirt completely off him; and as the four-year-old flopped back down on his face, I was shocked to see that he was STILL asleep!

Now Connor was clad only in his cartoon drawers.  Looking at them, I figured they must have been an extra extra small, and yet there was still room inside them, so tiny was the boy's ass.  But that didn't stop me from wanting to see it, and I was eager for Parker to finish stripping him. The eight-year-old seemed to realize this and deliberately drew things out by getting on his knees over his brother, stretching the band of his briefs way open, then turning to me.

"So, Damon, you ready to see my little brother's butt?"

"Yeah," I said, nodding.

"You sure?" he now asked, smiling at me.

I smiled back, touched by the way he was teasing me, and said, "Absolutely one hundred percent sure."

"Okay.  Get ready."  And he slowly, very slowly began to pull down Connor's drawers, gradually revealing his very small, very white hiney.  It had to be the cutest little ass I'd ever laid eyes on, and right away those thoughts of eating the preschooler's shit then fucking him rushed back into my head.

"It's small, ain't it?" Parker asked me, having pulled Connor's drawers about half way down his thighs.

"Yeah...but it's still nice," I said, trying my best to control my urge to jump on top of the four-year-old.

Parker smiled an evil little smile.  "Nice enough to put a penis in?"

"Maybe," I chuckled, hypnotized by Connor's pale little cheeks.  I wanted very much to touch them, to squeeze them, to see exactly how they felt.  But this was Parker's show, so I needed to get his permission first.

"Hey, Park, can I open him up for you?"

"Sure, go ahead."  And as he scooted back to make room for me, he took SpongeBob with him, pulling the colorful briefs down his brother's legs and off his feet.

Before making a move, I allowed my eyes a few moments to drink in every inch of Connor's nakedness, from the top of his big red head to the soles of his small white feet.  Then, slowly, I sat down on the side of the bed, reached over and placed my hands on the boy's ass, amazed that they completely covered it.  I carefully spread his cheeks apart to expose his anus.  A smooth round pink hole with tiny little puckers, it was, surprisingly, about the same size as Parker's, but set within those petite buns it seemed huge.  When the faint aroma of shit wafted into my nostrils, I had a sudden urge to lick that stinky little hole.  Again, though, I reminded myself that this was a Parker O'Shea Production, so before making any move, I looked up at him.

"Hey, Park, do you mind if I--"

"No, go ahead," he said before I could even finish asking.  "I usually spit in it before I do him, so it'll be like the same thing."

I gave him a nod of acknowledgement then dove in, slurping away at the four-year-old's shitter while continually glancing up at what I could see of his face to determine how the anal stimulation was affecting him.  Once or twice I was sure he was waking up, for I could hear him moaning and feel his asshole flexing on my tongue.  But Parker assured me that Connor regularly did such things in his sleep, including talk, so I shouldn't be concerned.  Taking the boy's word, I laid into Connor, stuffing my tongue as far inside him as I could while ignoring his responses.  

After reaming him out for about a minute or so, I pulled my face out of the boy's ass to survey my work and was immediately greeted by a hot, smelly fart right in my nose, as Connor's colon released not only the air I'd inadvertently forced inside him but some trapped gas as well.  

"Oooo!  He got you good, just like I did yesterday," Parker said, giggling and fanning the air.

"Yes, he did," I agreed.  But, of course, just like Parker's, the preschooler's fetid fragrance simply turned me on all the more, and just like I'd done to Parker, I pressed my nose against the boy's anus and sniffed as hard as I could, sucking in every last bit of the offensive odor.  I could feel Parker staring at me as I performed the odd ritual on his sibling.

"Wow, you really like smelling people's farts, don't you?" he finally said.

After sniffing for a few seconds more, I looked up at Parker and said, "Well, not everybody's, just some people's.  Like yours...and your brother's."

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

I smiled.  "Right.  A very special kind of pie."

He began to giggle even harder.  "I know what kind--chocolate doo-doo pie!"

"Exactly," I said with a chuckle.  "And I can't wait for you to stick your dick right in his little chocolate doo-doo pie maker."

"Okay," said Parker, as his laughter died down.  "But before I do it, you wanna see his penis?"   

"Sure," I said, my heart again beating double-time. 

Parker elbowed Connor in his ribcage a couple of times and the boy squirmed then automatically flipped over onto his back.  I smiled, delighted not only by the perfect miniature set of dick and balls I was staring at but the fact that Connor was sporting an erection, his two-inch cocklet lying proud and stiff against his smooth, hairless pubic area. 

"Look, it's hard!" Parker squealed with glee, pointing.  "It musta got like that when you licked his butt."

I looked at Parker when he said this.  If Connor had truly gotten this turned on from the anilingus I'd performed on him, it might mean that he was a natural "bottom" who would be equally turned on having other things shoved up his ass, and this possibility excited me.

"You wanna suck it?" Parker suddenly asked me.

"You don't mind?" I asked back.

"No, go ahead.  I'll watch."

"Okay, but I'll only do it a little bit, 'cause I don't want him to come before you fuck him."

Parker nodded and I bent down and gently sniffed the faint pee odor of Connor's immature sex organs before slipping his erection into my mouth.  The feel of that warm little nub of flesh between my lips, along with the knowledge that I was giving the preschooler his first blow job, was sending my libido into orbit, and I wondered what was going through his head as he began to moan and squirm.

"Hey, I think he likes it," Parker said.

I glanced at Connor's face and was surprised to see a big smile on it as I sucked away at his stiffy while constantly readjusting my head to keep up with his constant movement.  His apparent enjoyment made me want to keep going until he had whatever kind of orgasm four-year-olds have, but I needed to keep my word to Parker, so I decided to end things rather quickly.  As a finale I went all the way down on Connor, taking his dick and his balls into my mouth at the same time and washing them thoroughly with my tongue before stopping myself.

"Aaah!" I sighed, smacking my lips as I checked out Connor's glistening genitalia.  "That should do it.  He should be really relaxed now, more than ready to take whatever you give him."

The words had barely left my lips before Parker again jabbed an elbow into Connor's side, causing him to flip over onto his stomach again.  Then he promptly mounted him, pressing his red-tipped three-inch spear against the sleeping boy's tiny spit-lubed opening, and drove it home.

"Oooh!" Connor gasped, actually picking his head up and opening his eyes as Parker's prick pushed into him.  But as soon as the third-grader's boner was fully embedded in his poop chute, Connor's head dropped right back down again, his eyes closed, and he began to snore, still totally oblivious to what was being done to him.

"Amazing," I said, shaking my head.  "It's like he took knockout drops."     

"I told you," said Parker.  "Now watch," and holding on to Connor's shoulders he began to pump his hips, pistoning his pecker in the four-year-old's anus. 

Pulling at my prong, I edged down until I was at the foot of the bed, giving myself the best possible vantage point from which to watch the two boys go at it--or at least the older boy go at the younger one.  I was especially fascinated because, despite all the little boys I'd fucked, I had never seen any of them fuck each other.  And I'd certainly never witnessed someone sleeping through an ass fuck.  So these two little white boys, with their pale skin and their red hair, were adding an exciting new dimension to my pedophilia.

"Nngh!  Nngh!  Nngh!" Parker grunted as he rode Connor's tiny ass, their young bodies rhythmically slapping together as the eight-year-old repeatedly jabbed his woody into his little brother's poophole; and while the preschooler's breathing became labored, he began to mumble something, and he clawed at the bedsheets so hard that his little knuckles turned white, he never once ventured out of La-La Land.  I wondered, though, if he had incorporated what was happening to him into a dream.  Maybe he was imagining that he was being raped by some strange outer space monster.  If that were true, though, he certainly wasn't making much of an effort to escape.  Or maybe he wanted to but was frozen with fear and simply couldn't get away.  Whatever the case, I remained flabbergasted that Connor was actually sleeping through such an energetic ass fuck.

After bouncing on top of Connor's three-and-a-half-foot frame for about three and a half minutes, Parker came, plastering his torso against Connor's back and burying his face in the little boy's hair while moaning and trembling (but probably not shooting anything up his ass).  After recovering for about a minute he raised up, slowly withdrawing his softening penis from the four-year-old's asshole.  When it finally popped out, I noticed a sizable dollop of shit clinging to the head, clear evidence that Parker's prick had probed deep into his brother's rectum.

"Ewwwwww!" said Parker.  "He doo-dooed on me!"

"Don't worry, little man, I'll take care of that," and I leaned over, carefully catching the eight-year-old's pecker between my lips, and began to suck it.  As he'd done the day before, Parker held on to my head, actually cradling it in his arms this time as I licked Connor's shit off him.  Only when I was sure he was clean did I let him go, a long strand of saliva continuing to connect us as his limp weiner fell from my mouth.

Afterwards I immediately went back to Connor's ass, spreading it open again to see if Parker had dredged up anything other than what I'd eaten off his prick.  I was so overjoyed when I spotted a tiny light-brown turd just inside the boy's anus that I dove in, sucked it out and swallowed it without saying anything about it to Parker, excited that I now shared a secret that even the person I shared it with didn't know.  

All of this action had me so turned on that I was once again right on the verge of coming.  A part of me wanted to take Parker's virgin butt, but I wasn't sure he was ready for that, so I settled for an alternative that I knew would give me just as much satisfaction.  As soon as I moved up and kneeled over Connor's head, Parker's big blue eyes lit up.

"Cooool!" he crooned.  "You gonna shoot it in his mouth?"

"Not this time," I panted, tugging away at my dick, "'Cause he might start dreaming that he's eating a hotdog or something and accidentally bite me.  But I AM gonna try something a little different."

"Like what?"

"Watch," I grunted, and two seconds later I jerked myself over the top, trying desperately to hold down the "Nnnngghh!" I heard myself uttering as my orgasm washed over me.

But just as I was about to ejaculate, I took a deep breath and squeezed my cock as hard as I could, blocking the sperm.  I then aimed the head of my dick directly at Connor's nose, leaving just a tiny gap between my piss slit and the four-year-old's nostrils.   Excited, Parker moved in as close to the action as he could.  The moment he settled in, I exhaled and released my grip.

We both watched mesmerized as a rush of white exploded out of my dick and shot straight into Connor's nostrils.

"Snnrrrf!" the preschooler responded, reflexively inhaling the volley of semen, which caused him to twitch and frown, but he didn't move enough to avoid the next blast, which again found his nostrils, or the one after that, which caught the bottom of his nose, the space between his nose and mouth and his top lip.  Again stirring but still not waking up, the boy began to cough as his pharynx tried to expel the foreign substance that had invaded it.  Meanwhile I continued to spunk all over the boy's face, even into his coughing mouth, which simply added to his respiratory distress, while Parker, his blue eyes bugging out as he tugged at his own new erection, oohed and aahed.  By the time I was done, Connor's face looked like a baker had drizzled vanilla icing all over it, as wet ropes of come crisscrossed nearly every inch of it.

"Wow!" said Parker.  "That was so cool!  You slimed him real good!"

"Yeah," I panted, wiping my dick off in the boy's hair, "and he's STILL sleeping."

After Parker and I took some time to gaze at Connor's sperm-spattered face from every available angle--we were particularly fascinated by the tiny bubbles of come that sprouted from his nostrils every time he breathed out--I bent down and began to lick the sticky ball juice off the four-year-old.  At first Parker just watched, but when I glanced over at him, he smiled and joined me in cleaning his little brother's face, our tongues flicking side by side as we noisily lapped up my semen.  As a finale, I repeated what I'd done to Parker, digging the tip of my tongue into the Connor's nostrils.  This time, though, my actions triggered a sneeze, and my whole face was suddenly covered with spit, snot and sperm, which in turn triggered peals of laughter from my eight-year-old partner in crime.

"He slimed you back and he don't even know it!" giggled Parker.

I could only join him in laughing as I wiped the mucous/saliva/come combo out of my eyes and licked what I could off my lips.

Afterwards I climbed into Parker's bed, lying on my side to face Connor's bed, and Parker joined me, snuggling in front of me in the spoon position then easing back and maneuvering around until my shrinking dick was nestled in the crack of his ass.  I put my arm around the boy, pulling him close to me, and we both continued to stare at his hard-sleeping little brother.  Just like after the bathroom episode, we were quiet for a long time.  Again I sensed that Parker wanted to say something, and again I was right.      

"Hey, Damon, you know what I wanna see?" he finally said.

"What?"

He hesitated; then, in a loud whisper, "I wanna see YOU fuck my little brother up his butt!"

I didn't say anything right away; instead I raised my head and looked over at him, trying to see his face.  He glanced up at me but immediately averted his eyes to look at Connor again.  His statement actually startled me--not just what he said but the way he'd said it.  Up to now he had always referred to fucking as one person "doing" another, so when I heard the eight-year-old say "fuck," it gave me a good idea of what he was expecting: He wanted to witness a violent act, possibly even see Connor suffer a little, as I banged his booty.

"So whaddaya think?" Parker asked, still not looking in my direction.

"I don't know," I said rather slowly, trying not to show him how surprised and turned on I was.  "There's no WAY he'd keep sleeping if I fucked him."

"That's why you need to fuck him when he's awake."

Again I was taken aback, for now I was certain that seeing Connor in pain was what the little sadist was hoping for.  But I kept my cool and continued to play devil's advocate.

"Do you really think he can take my cock up his butt?  It's pretty big."

"I know.  But he has a big butthole, so it'll go in."

As far as Parker was concerned, it was just that simple; and I was so eager to plunder Connor's poop chute that I was inclined to accept that simple logic.  I was curious, though, about just how far he felt I should go.

"But, Park, when I try to put it in, what if he starts crying and tells me to stop?"

"He won't," the boy said, shaking his head.

"How do you know?"

"'Cause...well...I kinda lied to him."

"Really?  What did you say?"

"Well...I kinda told him you did me and it felt good, so now he wants to see how it feels."

I just smiled and shook my head.  Now I understood, and everything became just as simple as Parker had suggested.  It was one thing if I was forcing Connor to take it up the ass; it was another thing altogether if he WANTED it because he was competing with his older brother.

"So are you gonna do it?"

I tried to think of every reason in the world to say no, including tapping into those "robbing the cradle" feelings I'd had earlier.  But I was suddenly plagued by a series of very appealing "the-idea-that" notions: I loved the idea that this little boy, who was not yet old enough to attend kindergarten, would be doing something as adult as taking my seven-inch dick up his ass.  I also loved the idea that his own brother would be right there watching me ravage his rectum.  And I REALLY loved the idea that, when I was done, Connor would end up with more come in his shithole than his mother took in her pussy after getting lucky on a hot date.  But, most of all, I loved the idea that the youngest boy I'd ever ass fucked would also be the first white boy I'd ever ass fucked, and that, more than anything else, was driving my libido crazy.

"Well, ARE you?" Parker again asked, this time poking his ass back and wiggling it against me.

"Sure, I...uhh...think I might be able to arrange for that to happen," I finally said as coolly as I could, but I knew that Parker knew it was all an act because as I spoke, my dick was growing ever harder between the boy's ass cheeks, and my goose bumps--which I'm sure Parker could also feel--made a surprise return.

"Cool," he said. 

As we continued to lie there, I tried to imagine how blown away Bridget O'Shea would be to know that her own older son had not only taken her four-year-old's anal virginity but was now plotting with her delivery man to have him bust the preschooler's booty even more dramatically.  It was at least ten times farther than I'd ever expected to go with either of the two little white boys, and I couldn't believe my good fortune.

In the midst of thinking about all this, I suddenly realized that it was getting late and that I needed to get dressed and leave before my slowly re-hardening dick again developed into a full-fledged boner.  But now I had to take a serious leak, which I'd been holding since I'd come in.  I knew I wouldn't make it half a mile in the truck if I didn't go right now.  That being the case, I figured this was the perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone before I left by involving Parker in one of my favorite dirty fantasies.

"Hey, Park, before I go, how'd you like a nice golden shower?"

He turned his head toward me, looking confused.  "What's that?" 

I smiled.  "Well, actually, it'll be easier to show you than tell you, so if you wanna see what it's all about, get up, go back in the bathroom, get back in the tub, and squat down, okay?"

"Okay," he said brightly, and he hopped out of the bed and quickly disappeared out the door.  

Being that Parker was such a quick study, I had the feeling he knew what was coming and might even be eager to experience it.  I just hoped I was right because along with my need to pee I was having pangs of sadism, almost as though--in my convoluted thinking--I needed to dish out some payback to the eight-year-old, not so much for what he'd already done to his little brother but for what he was planning for him.  So I got up, and after going over and sucking the drool out of Connor's open mouth, I kissed him on the tip of his nose and whispered, "Don't worry.  I'm gonna get him for you."

When I walked in the bathroom, Parker was popping up and down in the tub like a jack-in-the-box.  As soon as he saw me, he squatted down as far as he could, as if trying to hide himself, but that head full of red hair was clearly visible.  Joining him in the tub, I stood back and, cocking my head to the side, smiled at him.

"So, Park, you ready for your golden shower?"

"Yep," he said, nodding quickly.

"Okay, then, close your eyes."

The eight-year-old complied, and I moved up and stood over him.  For a moment, I just stared down at his angelic freckled face.  His eyes were pinched shut, his brow furrowed, and his lips tucked in so tightly that he looked almost as though he were in pain.  My smile widened as I aimed my cock at him.

To maximize the force of the shower, I employed the same technique I'd used before shooting my load up Connor's nose: squeezed the neck of my cock then released my bladder.  Right away I felt the urine rush up to where my fingers were damming my urethra.  After double-checking to make sure I was on target, I relaxed my grip.

Parker gasped as a stream of hot piss blasted out of my dick and hit him smack in the face, the suddenness of it catching him off guard to the point that he fell backwards onto his butt as his whole head got drenched.

"Yeah, take that piss right in your fucking face!" I hissed through clenched teeth.  "Now open that mouth, boy; I wanna see you drink it!"

I was completely in my sadistic mode now, but I didn't think Parker was as zoned in as I was, so it surprised me when, without missing a beat, he DID open his mouth.  It took me about two seconds to flood it with piss, and when Parker closed it to swallow, I continued to pee in his face until he opened it again for his next drink, upon which I rapidly refilled it.  The third-grader gulped down this mouthful too, but by now my stream was starting to dry up, and as I tried to re-aim to compensate for the decreasing flow, I accidentally pissed in Parker's nose, causing him first to gasp loudly then begin to cough as some piss went into his windpipe.  But even this didn't stop me; I just peed on top of the boy's head while I waited for him to finish coughing, marveling at the way his hair changed colors from red to auburn as it got wet.   

As my bladder emptied, I had to work my sphincter to force out the final few squirts of piss because the very thing I'd tried not to let happen happened anyway--my dick was almost fully erect again.  I'm sure if I had asked him, Parker would have gladly let me fuck his mouth again and fire another load of sperm down his throat.  But I had resolved that the next orgasm I had in this house would be while my cock was embedded in a little white boy's asshole, and there simply wasn't enough time left to see that through today.  

Meanwhile Parker, sitting in a little yellow pool, was looking up at me with a strained smile.  He was dripping piss from head to toe, his hair sticking to his face, and he smelled like a urinal.  But just like mine, his dick was hard again.  

"So how'd you like getting peed on, little man?"

Parker squinched up his face and said, "Now I know how a toilet feels!"

I shook my head.  "No, you don't.  You only know how a URINAL feels.  You won't know how a toilet feels until you do what I did when I first got here," and I pretended to chew something, swallowed then licked my lips.

"Ewwwwww!  Yuck!" the boy responded, trying his best to look disgusted but unable to hide his delight.

I began to laugh out loud, even though I was feeling sad about having to go.  I also hated the idea of leaving Parker high and dry--or, more accurately, hard and wet--but time was really running out now and I didn't want to run the risk of being in the apartment when Bridget got home.  Besides, I told myself, he's resourceful; I'm SURE he'll think of something to do with that erection after I'm gone...especially if Connor is still asleep.

So, reluctant to leave but reassured about doing so, I stepped out of the bathtub and began to get dressed.  The whole time I was putting my clothes on, Parker sat there staring at me.  When I was nearly done, I turned to look in the full-length mirror behind the door to make the final adjustments to my uniform.  Every few seconds I glanced at the reflection of Parker, who was still sitting in the tub. 

"Aren't you going to shower?" I asked.

"Nope," he said.

"Why not?"

"'Cause I like smelling it on me."

"Ewwwwww!" I said, grinning as I mimicked Parker.  "You're NASty!"  And, of course, the eight-year-old fell into a fit of giggling.

"Well, you're gonna have to come and lock the door, so you need to be at least dry enough not to drip piss all over the carpet, okay?"

Parker nodded, and I went over to the clothes hamper and dug through it until I found a big orange towel.  Telling him to stand up, I patted him down lightly, just enough to prevent him from leaving a trail of piss from the bathroom to the front door; then I wrapped the towel around his waist, tucking it in so it wouldn't fall.  When I was done, he looked kind of like a little girl wearing a long orange skirt, except that his pecker was causing it to tent out at his crotch.

"Okay, I guess you're all set to see me out," I said.  "And you still get to smell my pee on you."

Parker responded by giving me a scrunched-up smile, and I responded back by bending over and kissing him on his still-wet nose, getting a little taste of my own piss.  After that we walked to the front door.

"So when are you coming back to...do Connor?" he asked.

"I don't know.  I'm gonna try to get here tomorrow, but it all depends on how many deliveries I have to make, so I'll give you a call after you and Connor get home from school, okay?"

"Okay."

"And don't forget to wash that pee off you before your mom gets here."

"I won't."

I smiled.  "You won't what?  Forget or wash the pee off?"

Parker looked at me quizzically for a second then began to giggle.  I tried to burn that image of him into my brain as I waved goodbye.  I then turned around, opened the door and, grabbing my fake package off the table, stepped into the hallway.  Again I waited until I heard the boy relock the door before making my way to the elevator.   

Despite making that last special effort to focus on Parker, I found myself thinking almost exclusively of Connor as I drove off.  Yeah, Parker and I had used him as a sex toy while he was asleep, but I couldn't imagine myself fucking his pale little ass while he was wide awake; yet I couldn't imagine NOT doing it either.  It had become a craving.  And, of course, the only way to get rid of a craving is to satisfy it, right?


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