Dootie Day Camp

Dootie Day Camp - Part 1: Early Education (or "Friends and Babysitters") (b/b, f/m, f/b, M/b, M/f/b, m/b/b, m/g, oral, anal, ws, scat) by Coproman

Hi. My name is Derrick, and I'm finally ready to tell my story after all these years. Mind you, I could easily have continued to keep quiet, but I'm sick and tired of hearing folks bellyache about how kids who are introduced to sex early on are "psychologically scarred for life" or "lead dysfunctional lives as adults." That's bullshit. And I know it's bullshit, because I was introduced to some of the kinkiest sex imaginable when I was very young, and it was the most liberating thing that ever happened to me. That's why I, in turn, tried to introduce it to nearly every kid I met, both younger and older, and today all of us are leading normal, productive lives.

I grew up in a well-to-do, racially-mixed community in Queens, New York, so I never experienced the racism that many of my family members from the South talked about. I was just plain ol' "D," as most people called me, the little black kid who got along with everybody in the neighborhood and who just happened to be secretly harboring an unusual fetish. In fact, I remember the exact day I became aware of the existence of that fetish...well, maybe not the exact day but I do remember the exact occasion.

I was six years old and playing at Marky's house. Marky was my eight-year-old nextdoor neighbor, whom I always referred to as "my funny-looking friend," because his face was so strikingly beautiful, reflecting the features of his Italian father and Korean mother. Anyway, we were in the middle of some adventure involving Marky's Matchbox cars when he suddenly stood up and announced that he needed to go to the bathroom. For some reason, I asked him what he had to do.

"I gotta doo-doo," he indignantly replied. "Why? You wanna see me do it?"

"Uh-huh," I said, being completely honest, but the moment I uttered that affirmative, Marky got this big frown on his cute light-skinned face and pulled away from me.

"Uggghhh! You a NASTY little thing, wantin' to watch me doo-doo! You oughtta be SHAME of yourself!"

I remember sitting there feeling like I wanted to cry when Marky suddenly leaned close to me again, his frown a little less severe. "Hey, Snot-nose, you REALLY wanna watch me go?"

I just nodded, as I continued to look at him, and was surprised to see him smile.

"Okay, you can watch," Marky said. "But when we go in the bathroom, be quiet; I don't wanna wake up my mom."

When we were locked in the bathroom, I remember feeling for the first time a feeling that I would experience many times more in the years to come--that combination of fear and longing, anxiety mixed with anticipation, as I prepared to watch someone take a shit. And Marky--who, it turned out, was something of a "nasty little thing" himself--would help to make that initial experience special by taking off all his clothes then, climbing up on the toilet with his back to me, and squatting over the bowl. Holding on to the tank to support himself, he turned his head and looked at me.

"Take your clothes off," he said, and he continued to stare at me as I removed every stitch. Once I was naked, I saw him smirk, as he glanced down at my little stiffy, but he quickly got serious again and said, "Now watch."

Turning away from me, Marky tucked himself into even more of a ball, almost forcing me to focus on his ass, which was right at the level of my face. I watched in awe as the eight-year-old's perfect pink anus flexed then swelled open wide enough for me to clearly see the beginning of his turd.

"You see it?" asked Marky.

All I could do was nod, hypnotized, as I gazed at the thick brown mass slowly emerging from Marky's expanding asshole. Once that first part was out, everything sped up, and I gasped as the longest turd I'd ever seen in my six years pushed out of the boy's shithole and dropped into the toilet bowl, causing the water splash up into my face. This was accompanied by a powerful odor, which filled my nose. But I was too exhilarated to wipe my face or hold my breath. Instead I just kept staring at Marky's pooper, which had already shrunk back down to almost its original size and was again flexing, as Marky tried unsuccessfully to force out that last stubborn bit of semisoft shit. I then looked into the bowl and was further thrilled to see that Marky's turd was still in one piece, only now it was curled up, as it floated in the water.

When Marky stepped down off the toilet and turned around, I was surprised to see that his peter was even harder than mine, the little three-inch tool sticking out at a 45-degree angle.

"So did you like watchin' me doo-doo, Snot-nose?"

I was still so excited that I couldn't even speak; I just nodded enthusiastically.

"Well, since I did that for you, I want you to do somethin' for me." Having seen how hard his cock was, and knowing what little I did about sex, I had a feeling what he wanted me to do. So he caught me totally off guard when, instead of asking for that, Marky looked down at me with an evil little smile and said, "I want you to lick my butthole."

I was instantly repulsed. I knew he hadn't wiped and I knew what I had seen clinging to his asshole, so I knew what he was really asking me to do was TASTE his shit! Never in my young life had I heard of anything so filthy, and I wondered why Marky--my friend, my mentor--would ask me to do something like that. But kids have this natural curiosity, especially when it comes to bodily functions, and I was more curious than most. And there was something else, something I couldn't really understand or fully process at that age, as if a vital part of me that had lain dormant for six years had suddenly awakened; and far from wanting to avoid the odious task, I couldn't wait to do it.

"Well?" Marky suddenly asked, snapping me out of my muse. "You gonna do it, or are you a little sissy boy?"

While I was indeed a "little sissy boy" in many ways, I certainly wasn't going to have Marky thinking that I was the kind he was referring to. Even so, I think I surprised him when, steeling myself, I looked him straight in the eye and said, "Turn around and bend over."

I was pleased by the open-mouthed "I-can't-believe-he's-really-gonna-do-this" expression my words produced on my friend's face. But when Marky did turn around and bend over, and I spread his ass cheeks to get a good look at where I was going to put my tongue, I didn't know if I could go through with it. The "perfect pink" of Marky's anus was long gone, replaced by a sticky light-brown blob. In addition, there were streaks of brown all around his asshole, no doubt transferred there when he'd stepped off the toilet and stood up; and his whole ass crack gave off a pungent smell. In other words, his ass was a shitty, funky mess that cried out for at least half a dozen passes with some toilet paper before it even started to get clean.

"You see any doo-doo in there?" asked Marky.

"Nope," I lied, and it was the first of what would be many, many similar lies, as I attempted to hide the depth of my perversion from the people who deigned to indulge me, for fear they would have nothing to do with me if they knew how much of a sicko I really was.

"Then go ahead and lick it," Marky continued. "I wanna see how it feels."

Even though I was experiencing a combination of fear, reluctance, and revulsion, these feelings were quickly being consumed by my burning curiosity and that indefinable "need," and before I could stop myself, I had thrust my head forward, burying my face in Marky's ass crack and jamming my tongue as far up his heavily soiled anus as I could.

"Ooooh," Marky gasped, undoubtedly surprised by my enthusiasm to perform the obscene act. For the next few minutes, the only sounds in the bathroom were the slurping and smacking from my lips and tongue, as I licked the leftover shit out of my friend's asshole. After a while, I could hear Marky's heavy breathing, which quickly turned into moaning; and my own moaning soon joined his, as the two of us wallowed in the nastiness of what we were doing.

After that day, there were lots of trips to the bathroom with Marky. Whenever he had to go and we were able to sneak into the bathroom at either his house or mine, I would dutifully serve as my friend's toilet paper; and as I was discovering myself as a "bottom," Marky was discovering himself as a "top," so our symbiotic bond was becoming even stronger. Soon I began to accompany him to the bathroom even when all he had to do was piss, first licking the remaining drops off his dick after he went, then watching as he almost finished peeing and sucking what was left out of his prick, then finally taking his entire load of piss straight down my throat. Marky also finally got around to doing the thing I thought he was going to do in the first place, and I soon got used to his holding onto my head and fucking me in the mouth. And, of course, our scat play also escalated to where, by the time I was eight and Marky was ten, he was regularly shitting his full bowel movement right in my mouth and I was eating the whole thing. So here I was, a third grader, and already I was a full-blown scat freak!

Then, right before Marky turned eleven, his dad got a new job and relocated the family to Florida. It was the saddest day of my life, waving to Marky as they drove down the block behind the big moving van. I knew that I would never again find a friend as special as he had been, and I wondered how I would ever again get to satisfy what had become a gnawing hunger in me.

But satisfy it I did, though it took about a year. And much to my surprise I was able to do so by way of a member of my own extended family, an older second cousin of mine named Tammy. I knew Tammy from the many family reunions my parents had taken me to, because I recalled how pretty she was, with her fair skin, long dark hair and hazel eyes. In fact, I remember asking my mother why she was so much lighter than the other kids in the family. She had told me that it was because Tammy's father was white, but she warned me not to say anything about it to her, since he and Tammy's mom had been through a messy divorce.

Anyway, just before my tenth birthday, I learned that Tammy and her mom had moved into the neighborhood. My parents were elated, because it meant that instead of paying a stranger to sit with me when they went out on weekends, they could call Tammy, since she was family, had already done some babysitting here and there, and was known to be responsible. Also, since Tammy was all of fourteen, my parents could also get away with paying her a lot less than they would pay an established sitter.

When I was told that Tammy was going to be my new sitter, I didn't have any real feelings about it, since I didn't really know her. If anything, I was feeling somewhat jittery, because I thought that she might be extra strict with me, just to prove to my mom and dad how responsible she was. But I hadn't seen her in a while and I was eager to see if she was still as pretty as I remembered her to be.

I was sitting on the sofa, opposite the front door, when the doorbell rang. When my mom opened the door, there stood Tammy, wearing tight blue jeans, a close-fitting tee shirt and a baseball cap but looking even more gorgeous than she had at the last family reunion, when she was all dressed up. My little pecker immediately got stiff, and I had to make a quick move to rearrange it in my shorts before I got up to say hi to her. I also, of course, wondered what it would be like to have a pretty girl like her go to the bathroom in my mouth. But I knew I dared not approach her about it, for fear that not only my parents but the whole family would hear about what a little pervert I was.

So I was little Goody Two-shoes when Tammy sat for me that first night, even though I got angry at her when she made me go to bed an hour earlier than I normally did on the weekend. But then I found out why. After she checked in on me to see if I was asleep (which I pretended to be), she made a phone call and, about fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang and I heard the door open. I snuck out of my bedroom, crept down the hallway, and peeked down the stairs to see who it was. I was surprised to see Tammy hugging a tall, muscular, very dark-skinned guy, who looked to be about seventeen, while he held on tightly to her butt. Then, as I continued to watch, I was astounded to see clothes begin to fly everywhere, as they stripped down to their bare butts. Then the guy picked Tammy up, laid her on the sofa and, after hooking her legs back with his arms, began to fuck her as hard as he could.

As their bodies slapped together violently, I was afraid he might be hurting her; but then Tammy yelled out, "Yeah, Jason! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy raw with that big dick!"

After going at it for about ten minutes, the guy suddenly cried out, "Fuck! I'm comin'!" and I watched with even more interest as he grabbed on to Tammy, plastered his body against hers and began to shake all over, while Tammy, her arms wrapped around his neck, held on to him like a life preserver.

"Oh, yeah!" she gasped. "Give it to me, Baby! Shoot your shit right up in my pussy!"

I wondered exactly what "shit" she was talking about, and I got my answer when the guy finally pulled out of her, and Tammy, her legs wide open, lifted up and placed a towel underneath herself. As I strained my eyes, I was amazed to see a thick white liquid oozing out of her vagina and pooling onto the towel.

"Hey, don't forget to wash that thing out before they get back," said the guy, as he began to get dressed.

"What? The towel or my pussy?" Tammy asked, giggling.

The guy laughed and, as he was crouching to tie his shoes, leaned over and kissed Tammy on the lips. He then headed for the front door with Tammy right behind him, naked, still holding the towel between her legs, and hiding behind the door when he opened it to leave. Once he was gone, she returned to the sofa and used the remote to turn on the TV. I knew if I was going to get Tammy to help sate my abnormal hunger, I needed to act right now, before she put her clothes back on. So, taking a deep breath, I eased down the stairs and tiptoed over until I was standing right behind the sofa.

"Hey!" I shouted, and I grinned as Tammy, startled, jumped off the sofa, her eyes wide with surprise, and tried to hide her nakedness behind the towel.

"Derrick! What the hell are you doing out of bed?!"

I looked straight in her eye, determined not to let her get the upper hand. "I saw you let that guy in...and I saw what you two did, too."

Tammy just stared at me, trying to read my face to gauge where I intended to go with this information. Finally she said, "So what are you gonna do? You gonna tell on me?"

I smiled. "Maybe...maybe not. It depends."

Now she smiled too, slowly, understanding. "Alright, what's it gonna take to keep you quiet?"

"Well, first I wanna see what that white stuff he shot inside you looks like up close."

She looked at me and grinned. "You mean you want to see his come dripping out of my pussy?" I nodded. After studying my face a while longer, she asked, "How'd you like to lick it out of me instead?"

I nodded again. "Okay."

My response surprised me as much as it did her, because I had never even seen a pussy up close, much less licked one filled with come, and I wasn't sure that doing either would really appeal to me. But I was feeling those same strange stirrings that I'd felt when I was about to watch Marky shit the first time, and since I was sure that they were what caused me to say "okay," I decided to see why they thought I would enjoy this new experience.

"Alright, let's do it," said Tammy. "But let's go in your room. All I need is for your folks to come home early and the first thing they see when they open the door is you eating my pussy."

Having said that, Tammy let the towel drop away from her tits and just held it between her legs while she went around gathering up her clothes and handing them to me. When they were all in my arms, she looked at me, said "Come on," and began to run up the stairs with me right behind her, marveling at the way her very-light-skinned ass jiggled as she moved.

When Tammy dashed into my room, I ran in after her and closed the door, but she told me to leave it open, so we could hear if my parents came back early. As soon as I did, the girl flopped face-up on my bed and propped her legs up before slowly separating her thighs. She then reached down and spread her pussy lips open.

"Okay, D, get between my legs and get a good look at what my boyfriend left inside me. But first take off your pajamas. I wanna see what you look like too."

I pulled off my bottoms and top, and Tammy seemed delighted to see my little erection happily poking out. I proceeded to crawl between her legs and stare at her snatch, which fascinated me. It was sticky and pink, and I could clearly see a little lake of sperm sitting inside it, slowly leaking out, trickling into her ass crack. I moved my face a little closer and sniffed, and the sharp aroma of hot pussy filled my nose. Then, without any further urging from my cousin, I pushed my face between her legs and slipped my tongue into her twat.

"Ooohh!" Tammy said, flinching. "Yeah, D, eat my pussy! Lick that fuckin' come out of it!"

Suddenly the teenager let go of her pussy and grabbed the back of my head, ensuring that didn't go anywhere until she wanted me to. I instinctively held on to her thighs as I continued to lap at her slit, digging my little tongue as far inside it as I could and scooping out semen, which I promptly pulled back into my mouth and swallowed. For a moment, I recalled that image of Jason fucking Tammy, but now, instead of watching them from upstairs, I was standing right beside them, and as soon as Jason was ready to come, he pulled his dick out of Tammy's twat and thrust it in my mouth, shooting his whole load down my throat, while Tammy egged him on to empty his balls in "the little pussy's mouth."

But as much as I was enjoying my fantasy and eating Tammy's pussy, and as much as I liked the idea that I was apparently giving my cousin a lot of pleasure, I knew that I needed more from her. So after eating her out for only a couple of minutes more, I gently pulled my head back and, smacking my lips, looked up at her. Her eyes were pinched shut, but when she realized that I was not just taking a break but had stopped servicing her altogether, she quickly opened them and sat up.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

I smiled at her as lovingly as I could. "Tammy, could I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Have you ever...like...peed in your boyfriend's mouth?"

I watched her mouth drop open; she was totally dumbfounded. "No, of course not! Why would you even ask me something like that?"

I paused then said, "'Cause that's what I want you to do to me."

At first there was just silence, as if a million thoughts were racing through Tammy's head as she stared at me with her mouth open. Then she seemed to gather herself and, showing a little less shock, shook her head and said, "Wow. You're just one big surprise after another, aren't you?" After that she smiled. "Come on."

Getting up, Tammy rushed out the door and into the bathroom, and I, my face smeared with cunt juice and come, was again right behind her, again admiring the way her perfect ass shook as she ran.

"Okay, lay down in the tub," said Tammy.

I did and she quickly climbed in with me and squatted over my face. Then she looked at me again and asked, "Are you sure this is what you want, D?" I nodded and she smiled. "Then open your mouth."

Since I had never drunk piss out of a vagina and Tammy had never taken a leak in anyone's mouth, my whole head ended up soaked in urine, as it splashed all over my face and into my hair before she managed to properly position her pussy. Once she did, she succeeded in peeing directly into my mouth, filling it rapidly, forcing me to gulp down one huge mouthful of piss after another, as the rank liquid continued to gush out of her.

"Fuck, yeah!" Tammy now yelled. "Drink my piss, you little pervert! Shit, this is such a fuckin' TURN-ON!"

I could tell by the intensity of her reaction that I had found a new convert to my kinkiness. I just hoped I could get her to take that next step so she could be my new perv partner. But I didn't want to rush things. I knew that my eating her pussy and drinking her piss would lead her back here to sit for me again. And I had the feeling that, with just a little extra prodding, I could persuade her to give me what I needed, especially if she were convinced that it would make me happy.

Over the next month or so, we developed a regular routine as sitter and sittee: Tammy would come over, my parents would leave, then she would wait about half an hour before calling her boyfriend. A few minutes before he was due to show up, I would hide in the hall closet with the door slightly ajar, giving me a perfect view of the sofa. Then he'd come in and I'd watch closely as they fucked each other in every conceivable position. When they were done, he would get dressed while Tammy held a hand towel against her pussy. After she showed him out, she would scurry over to the easy chair, sitting back and hooking her legs over the arms, and I would burst out of the closet, kneel in front of her, and suck the come out of her cooze. We would finish up in the downstairs bathroom, where she would piss down my throat.

After we did this about four times, I finally felt ready to tell Tammy what else I needed from her. Fortunately her boyfriend made this even easier for me by changing up on Tammy at just the right time.

That Friday night, all was as it had been for the last few weekends, as I watched Tammy and Jason fucking. But this time, after plowing her pussy, he flipped her over, mounted her and began to push his cock into her asshole. At first Tammy protested, complaining that he was too big and she was too small. But Jason was persistent and Tammy was horny, and this combination led to my cousin getting fucked rather vigorously up her ass and loving every minute of it. Naturally Jason ended up shooting his load in there as well, filling her rectum with sperm, and when he finally pulled out of her, I was excited to see her shit stuck to the head of his dick (though Jason seemed freaked out by it, yelling "Yuck!" and running off to the bathroom).

After Jason got dressed and left the house, Tammy came over and opened the closet door. "Hey, D, I'm sorry. I didn't expect him to shoot it up my ass, this time." I just smiled. "I still wanna lick it out of you."

She looked curiously at me. "You don't mind licking me back there?"

"Not at all."

She smiled. "I should've known better." Then she walked over and got in the easy chair, this time on her hands and knees, crouching low, putting her butt way up in the air. While I had seen Tammy's asshole several times, I had never seen it looking like this before--deep pink and puffy with a brownish white stream dribbling out of it. And when she flexed her sphincter a couple of times, it puckered open, and just like that first time with Marky, I could see the turd inside. But as I was about to lean forward and feast on Tammy's shithole, she suddenly got up.

"Wait, D," she said. "Before you lick me, let me go to the bathroom first, 'cause I feel like I gotta go, and I don't want to accidentally go in your mouth."

"But I want you to."

Tammy turned completely around and stared at me, that stunned look back on her face. "You mean, you want me to do THAT in your mouth?"

Returning her stare, I nodded.

She hesitated, then said, "I don't know if I can, D."

"Why not? Didn't you just say you had to go?"

"Yeah, I do, but knowing your mouth is down there under me instead of the toilet, I don't know if I'll be able to do it."

"Well, could you at least TRY? 'Cause I REALLY want it."

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

I nodded; she frowned.

"But aren't you afraid it'll make you sick or somethin'?"

"No, 'cause I used to do it with my friend Marky."

"You mean you used to eat his SHIT?" she asked, suddenly intrigued.

Again I nodded.

Still staring at me with her mouth open, Tammy just shook her head. After a while, though, she began to smile. "Wow. Like I said before, Kiddo, you are REALLY full of surprises."

"So will you PLEASE do it for me, Tammy? PLEASE?" I could tell that I was getting to her, that her curiosity and desire to please me were slowly melting her resistance, so I wasn't surprised when, after a while, she gave in.

"Okay, you little pervert, if that's what you really want. But if you get sick, don't blame me."

So into the bathroom we marched. Once again I lay in the bathtub and once again Tammy squatted over my face, only this time she faced away from me, saying that it would be easier for her to go if she were not looking right at me. As I stared up at my cousin's winking anus, it occurred to me that this would not only be my first time eating a girl's shit but also my first time eating it after her boyfriend had fucked her up the ass, and my depraved psyche was eager for the dual experience.

"Okay," Tammy sighed. "I think I'm ready, so open up your mouth."

As soon as I did, I saw Tammy's poop chute relax, blossoming open to release a big sticky gob of sperm, which hung from her anus in a long, lazy strand before finally dropping into my mouth. I caught it on my tongue, swallowed it, and immediately opened my mouth again, preparing myself for whatever else was hidden in my cousin's colon. After spitting another thick blob of shitty sperm in my mouth, Tammy's asshole pursed wide open and, before I knew what was happening, a series of small semisoft turds plopped into my mouth, nearly filling it before the girl clamped her sphincter shut.

My mouth was brimming with Tammy's shit, so much that I could barely move my jaws to begin to chew it up. But I was in heaven. The powerful smell of her bowel movement, along with the thick, gritty texture of her turds, reminded me of Marky, and I could feel my pecker getting harder as I closed my eyes and immersed myself in the vile act.

"Oh, my God!" I suddenly heard, and I opened my eyes again to see Tammy staring down at me with a look of total disgust. "That's the nastiest thing I've ever seen. How can you eat it like that, D?" And she actually heaved couple of times, as if she were about to throw up.

As much as I wanted to answer her question, I'm glad that I couldn't, because I wouldn't have known exactly what to say. How do you explain a shit fetish when you're ten years old? So I just looked her in the eye, enjoying the frown on her face as I chewed on her shit and impressed that, despite her disgust, she continued to watch me do it. In fact, we maintained eye contact for the whole two minutes it took me to finish eating her shit, and she continued to look at me, still frowning, when I stuck out my shit-coated tongue to show her that I had indeed swallowed it.

"So how'd you feel about doin' that to me?" I asked her.

Tammy hesitated then said, "I don't know. It was foul. The foulest thing I've ever done. But I have to admit it kinda turned me on, too." She cracked a little smile. "So I guess that makes me as perverted as you, huh?"

I smiled. "I don't know. Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't. I won't know for sure till you give me the rest."

She looked at me with surprise. "You mean you want ALL of it?"

I nodded.

Tammy just smiled again and shook her head. "Damn! This sure is a fucking day to remember. First my boyfriend fucks me up the ass, then I take a shit in my little cousin's mouth. I wonder how many other babysitters this is happening to tonight."

"Probably not a whole lot," I said, chuckling.

Tammy kissed at me on the cheek then turned around and again squatted over my face. This time I didn't have to wait for her to relax. Her anus immediately opened up and the remainder of her shit came spiralling down into my mouth so fast I almost choked. But I quickly caught up with it and gobbled it all down, smiling inside that I had managed to hook my deviant fingers into my cousin and yank her over to the dark side.

Nearly every weekend after that, for almost a year, I got to drink Tammy's piss, eat her boyfriend's come, and slurp down her shit. Then, much to my chagrin, she was admitted to an exclusive prep school in Maine, upon which she stopped babysitting, packed her things, and moved up there, where she lived in a dorm with a bunch of her schoolmates. I was certainly happy for her, but once again I had lost a scat partner, so I couldn't help feeling great sadness. We did correspond for a while, writing nasty letters to each other, but it didn't make up for having her here with me. And now that I was almost twelve years old and reaching puberty, I was hornier and hungrier than ever.

Then one Friday night, as I lay in my room sulking, I heard the doorbell ring and my parents heartily greeting someone. I prayed they'd just entertain whoever it was and not bother me, but soon I heard my mom calling me to come downstairs. When I did, I was very surprised to see Jason, Tammy's boyfriend, standing there, looking very macho in a pair of tight white jeans and a white muscle shirt, both of which contrasted highly with his dark skin.

After introducing us (with both Jason and me doing a pretty good job of pretending we'd never met each other before), my dad explained how Jason had just started attending the local community college and was looking to earn some extra money on the weekends by babysitting. My mom added that he had come highly recommended by Tammy, which made me smile, since she had mentioned nothing to me in her letters about any of this. I also had no idea whether she had told Jason about me or what she and I had done. But even if she hadn't, I still felt good about having someone familiar sitting for me while my parents were out doing their thing.

As soon as they gave Jason some final instructions and phone numbers, my parents were out the door. Jason and I just stood there staring at each other, until we heard them drive away, after which he smiled at me and began to nod his head.

"What?" I asked.

"You KNOW what," he said, his smile morphing into an evil grin. "Or maybe I should start by asking you just how much of my come you ate over the past year."

I remained silent, but I felt my whole body begin to tingle.

"Yeah, Tammy told me all about you, you little freak."

"Y-you're not mad at me, are you?"

"No. Far from it. In fact, I wish she'd said somethin' before she went to school, while we were still kickin' it over here. 'Cause I like to freak sometimes too, and it would've been cool to have you join us."

Right away my heart began to race and I could feel my dick, which was now all of four inches long, begin to stiffen. But I was too stunned by his admission to say anything.

"What's the matter, little man? Cat got your tongue?"

"No--I mean...well...it's just that--"

"I know. You're surprised by all this, right?"

I nodded.

"And you're not exactly sure about me, right?"

Again I nodded.

"Well, let's start slow," Jason said, and he reached down and slowly unzipped his fly. He then reached in and, after fishing around, pulled out this huge semi-hard dick. Afterwards he just let it lay there, stark and striking again the white of those jeans, while he stared at me. "I have to take a major leak, but Tammy told me not to go to the bathroom. She said there's a special toilet I should use that only you and her know about. Is that true?"

Now breathing heavily, I nodded once more.

"Well, if you show me where it is, I promise to piss every single drop right in it," the teenager said, as he continued to stare at me, smiling.

I felt as though every iota of energy were draining out of me as I suddenly dropped to my knees, tipped my head back, and opened my mouth.

"Yeah," Jason said, chuckling. "That's where she said it was." He walked right up to me and stuck the head of his cock in my mouth, while holding on to the shaft.

Jason wasn't kidding about having to take "a major leak," because the moment I closed my lips around his dick, a rush of piss suddenly flooded my mouth, forcing me to gulp it down to keep from strangling. And it just kept coming and coming, as if he hadn't peed for a week but had somehow managed to store it all somewhere in his body, and now he was releasing the whole thing right down my throat.

"Yeah, drink my fuckin' piss, you little freak!" shouted Jason, who was now holding on to my head with both hands. "I drank a whole fuckin' six-pack before I came over...just so I could give it to you!"

His dominance meshed nicely with my submissiveness, and as I continued to slurp down his piss, I actually appreciated the fact that Jason had made special preparations just to use me. I also thought that this had to be the strangest way that any kid had ever gotten his first taste of beer, and I wondered if there were enough alcohol left in Jason's piss for me to get a buzz.

By the time Jason had emptied his bladder I could barely hold his dick in my mouth, because it had grown so big. I knew what was coming next, and I knew that it would be nothing like when Marky had done it to me, because there was so much more dick for me to negotiate. But I also knew that I wanted it from Jason, because a part of me needed to fulfill that fantasy I'd had about him when he was fucking Tammy.

"Hey, little man, you ever been fucked in the mouth before?"

"Uhn-nh," I lied, shaking my head while still holding his cock between my lips.

"Well, get ready for it now, 'cause I'm horny as hell, and since we're the only ones here, and I don't think I can get in your ass, your mouth is the only hole left."

Right after saying this, Jason unbuttoned his jeans and carefully pulled them down his legs and off his feet, never once dislodging his dick from my mouth as he did this. Since, in preparing to piss in my mouth, the teenager had pulled his dick and balls over the elastic band of his boxer shorts, rather than through the fly, all he had to do now was pull them down and kick them off too. He then peeled off his muscle shirt, giving me an up-close-and-personal look at his well-developed upper body, and the "little sissy boy" in me could see immediately why he appealed to my cousin so much.

"Okay, boy, you ready?" Jason asked, as he again grabbed the sides of my head.

While I don't think it would have mattered how I answered, I nonetheless gave a go-ahead nod, held on to Jason's thighs, and waited for my bronco ride to begin.

And what a ride it was! I quickly learned that it's impossible to swallow your saliva or catch even a breath of air through your mouth when a ten-inch pole in being shoved down your throat. I also discovered that, besides your throat, your face gets a pretty good workout too, from pubic hair brushing against your nose to balls bouncing off your chin. But, most importantly, I found out that a handsome eighteen-year-old college freshman could get just as excited fucking a twelve-year-old boy's mouth as he did banging a fourteen-year-old girl's pussy.

"Yeah, suck that cock, little man!" Jason panted. "Oh, shit! Oh, shit! I'm comin'! Take it, little man! Take it all in that pussy mouth!"

Before I could muster any resistance, Jason used his muscular arms to pull my head hard into his crotch, jamming that thick, hard cock as far down my throat as he could get it, as he shivered through an orgasm. I could feel his dick pulsating like a quick-beating heart, and I moaned when I felt a river of gooey come spurting into my throat. After pumping spunk into me for several long seconds, Jason finally began to relax, upon which he pulled his shrinking cock out of my mouth. It had been lodged in my throat so tightly that it made a little sucking noise when it came out, and my sudden ability to breathe again made me cough, causing little streams of sperm to run out of my nose. But if Jason saw this, he didn't say anything about it. He was already ready to move on to the next phase.

"She said she did the other thing in your mouth, too. Is that true?" he asked.

"Uh-huh," I panted, still trying to catch my breath.

He frowned and shook his head. "How old are you again? Twelve?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"'Cause I'm tryin' to figure out how such a little guy like you got to be such a big fuckin' freak."

I just looked at him, annoyed that he was choosing to call me names instead of just giving me what he knew I wanted. But Jason seemed to pick up on my aggravation, because he then asked, "What? You think I won't drop a bomb in your mouth, too?"

"No," I said, "'cause if you was, you woulda already done it, instead of just talkin' about it."

"Oh, yeah?" Jason said irately. "Well, come on in the bathroom, you little fuck. I got somethin' for your freak ass."

As I followed Jason into the downstairs bathroom, I was thrilled that I had been able to goad the eighteen-year-old college student into crossing that dark bridge. But now I was afraid that, in getting back at me for challenging him, he would give me more than I could handle. Then again, I figured, since I had managed to endure having my mouth raped by that third leg of his, eating his shit couldn't possibly be as much of an ordeal.

Fortunately I was right. As Jason squatted over my face in the bathtub, I was fascinated with the way his smooth black skin contrasted with the tan-colored turd pushing out of his asshole, and I eagerly followed its short journey into my mouth.

"Eat my shit, you freaky little fuck!"

Since Jason's turd was somewhat soft, having the consistency of thick oatmeal, I was able to swallow it fairly easily. In fact, I think I surprised him when, only a little while after he started shitting, I actually pressed my lips over his asshole, taking his shit directly down my throat. I also started making some of the most awful sounds I could come up with, as if I were struggling mightily to eat what the teenager was feeding me, because I knew it would turn him on if he felt he was forcing me to eat it. And, indeed, by the time I had scoffed down the last of Jason's shit--dramatically snatching my head away from his ass and gasping loudly for breath--I wasn't at all surprised, when he turned around, to see him sporting a brand-new boner, which he promptly stuck in my mouth.

"Fuck! Take it, freak! That's some cream for your fuckin' chocolate!"

Suddenly there was an explosion of wet stickiness all over my tongue. Because the head of Jason's cock was right inside my mouth this time, instead of stuck down my throat, I was able to taste his sperm, and as I swallowed it, images of eating Tammy's pussy flooded my brain.

Jason continued as my sitter for the entire first semester of his freshman year, using me as a toilet and fucking my mouth every time he showed up. I was comfortable in my role as a bottom and was pleased that I had gotten Jason to expand his role as a top. He was now also doing things like farting in my nose, pissing all over me, and shitting on my face then forcing me to wear it for hours before finally stuffing it in my mouth and making me swallow it. But, try as I might, I was unable to take Jason's ten-inch cock up my ass, though we had attempted it several times. While Jason didn't really seem bothered by this, it frustrated the hell out of me, because I wanted to please him in the same way that my cousin Tammy had.

Then, as Jason started the second semester of his freshman year, things changed. The very first night he came over, right after my parents had left, he made a phone call. When he hung up, I asked him who he had called and he said, "A friend of mine." Ten minutes later the doorbell rang and Jason opened the door to let in this gorgeous Hispanic girl, who looked to be around sixteen. About the same complexion as my cousin Tammy, she was also built a lot like her but more developed, as her tits and ass stuck out prominently, and her long, wavy dark hair came all the way down to her waist. Watching her and Jason hug and kiss made me feel a little jealous...for Tammy. But I knew from my cousin's letters that she wasn't exactly sitting on her hands on the weekends either, so I didn't dwell on this.

After the two of them finished greeting each other, the girl, whose name was Veronica, looked over at me and, smiling, headed in my direction, saying, "And you must be Derrick! Oooo! You're a real cutie pie!" And she pinched my cheeks harder than I expected her to. "I can't believe a cutie like you would do all those terrible things Jason told me about."

I just stood there feeling completely exposed, but that feeling went away immediately when Veronica kissed me full on the lips, snaking her tongue into my mouth.

"Don't worry, Papicito, I won't tell nobody. It'll be our secret. But I gotta know--Did Jason really go to the bathroom in your mouth?" I nodded. Then she asked, "Number one AND number two?" I nodded again. "And you LIKED it?" Third nod. She held my cheeks in her hands and, with her brow just slightly furrowed, whispered, "So can I do those things to you, too?" Smiling, I nodded a fourth time, upon which she took my arm and, sounding very much like Tammy, said, "Come on. Lead the way."

With the two teenagers in tow, I walked into the downstairs bathroom and stripped off my clothes. Veronica and Jason followed suit and by the time we were all nude, there was a big pile of clothes on the toilet. What struck me immediately was how much hairier Veronica was between her legs than Tammy. She also smelled different--not better, not worse, just different--and as I lay down in the bathtub, I was eager to see how her piss and shit tasted.

Though, according to Veronica, this was her first time using anyone as a toilet, she was a lot less hesitant than Tammy had been her first time. She eagerly squatted over my face, giving me a good close-up look at her hairy snatch.

"Papicito, I gotta pee real bad," she said. "You think you can handle it?" I nodded. "Good. Open your mouth."

I did, and when I glanced to the side I saw Jason. He was kneeling on the floor, holding on to the side of the tub and peering at me with a stupid smile on his face. Suddenly everything disappeared, as Veronica's long hair covered my face at the same time that her pussy covered my mouth. Jason quickly grabbed up her hair, sweeping it back and holding it to the side, so we would all have an unobstructed view of the proceedings.

"Okay, Papicito, here it comes."

At first just a tiny stream of pee trickled out of her pussy, but this flow quickly turned into a deluge and, within seconds, a torrent of hot piss was gushing into my mouth, forcing me to swallow repeatedly to keep it from overflowing.

"¡Ay, Dios mío!" Veronica moaned. "Take it, Papicito. Drink my pee pee."

"Yeah, drink her fuckin' piss!" Jason shouted. "Show her what a little freak you are!"

Somehow the fact that Jason was not only watching me drink Veronica's piss but urging me on to do it made me especially horny, and the more I pee swallowed, the harder my pecker got. After what seemed like half an hour, Veronica finally finished urinating in my mouth and began to fuck my face, repeatedly dragging her clit over my nose, lips, and chin, covering me with pussy juice, as she rode my head. Back and forth she went, harder and harder, her moans increasing in pitch, until finally she parked her pussy directly over my open mouth, nearly smothering me.

"¡Ayyyyyyy!" she screamed, and I could feel an acrid-tasting liquid squirting onto my tongue.

"Yeah, Ronnie, come right in his fuckin' mouth!" Jason yelled. "Make him drink your pussy juice!"

So that's what it is, I said to myself. I thought I may have tasted Tammy's pussy juice as well, but it was always mixed with Jason's come, so I wasn't sure. But Tammy had never come in my mouth the way Veronica had, and I was grateful for the new experience.

"¡Coño!" Veronica gasped, as she lifted herself off my face. "You ate my pussy real good, Papicito. It's been a long time since I came like that."

"What about the last time we fucked?" asked Jason.

"I wasn't talking about you, Papi. You know I come EVERY time with you," but right after she said this, Veronica shot me a look that told me she'd just told a little white lie. Then she turned around and noticed my erection.

"¡Ay, mira! He has a hard-on!" She turned back to me. "You want me to suck you off, Papicito?" I nodded. "Okay, just stay right there." And she moved back until she was kneeling in front of me then bent over and slipped my prick into her mouth, making me gasp.

"So, you little fuck, you LIKE that, huh?" Jason asked, stroking himself as he watched his girlfriend give me head. "I KNOW you didn't get none from your cousin, 'cause it was hard to get her to do that shit."

I pondered this and realized that Jason was right. Only once had Tammy paid any real attention to my dick, as hard as it always was, and then she had given it just a few quick licks. But I'd never thought much about it, since I was so much more interested in having her go to the bathroom in my mouth. Only now could I see what I'd been missing, for Veronica was doing something absolutely magical to me with her lips and tongue, stimulating my whole nervous system, making me feel like I was going to faint. And while I was certainly familiar with the feeling of having an orgasm, since I had jacked off many times, that feeling was nothing like the one I had when Veronica got me off. Suddenly my whole body went stiff and, with my eyes closed tight, I began to shake uncontrollably.

"Ahn! Ahn! Ahn!" I squealed, and I found myself spreading my toes and trying to dig my fingers into the bathtub as my pecker throbbed inside Veronica's hot mouth; then, a couple of seconds later, I heard Jason groan and felt something wet and sticky plopping all over my face, which just caused my head to swim even more than it already was.

"Yeah, TAKE it, you little fuck!" Jason suddenly yelled.

"Mmmmmm!" I both heard and felt Veronica say, and although my eyes were still closed, I was sure that she was reacting to her boyfriend shooting his load on me.

It took a few minutes for the real world to come back to me, and even when that started to happen, I still felt myself jerking spasmodically, as Veronica continued to hold my softening prick between her lips. Finally she let it go, immediately turning her attention to Jason.

"Why you came all in his face like that, Papi?"

"'Cause he's a little pussy, that's why," Jason said; then, after a pause, he added, "and I wanna watch you lick all that shit off him."

By now I had opened my eyes enough to see Veronica smile and say, "Shit, Papi, I didn't know you was THAT freaky."

"Yo, what can I say? The little fuck brings out the worst in me."

Veronica leaned forward with her tongue sticking out, but I retreated, holding up my hand. "Wait."

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"Before you do that, I wanna see."

She looked confused. "See what?"

Jason laughed. "He wants to see the come on his face. Right, freak?"

I nodded and, without a second thought, Jason reached in the tub, lifted me out, and stood me in front of the full-length mirror that hung on the back of the door.

"Go ahead, freak. Get your fill."

And get my fill I did, carefully checking out my spermed-up face from several different angles. Because I had always taken Jason's loads straight down my throat or licked them out of Tammy, I had no real idea just how MUCH he ejaculated when he came, and the fact that nearly my whole face--my forehead, my eyelid, both cheeks, my nose, lips and chin, even my neck--were covered with big sticky globs of semen amazed me. I just hoped that one day I too would be able to come like that.

When I looked past my own reflection, I saw that Veronica had gotten out of the tub and was standing beside Jason behind me. They seemed fascinated by the depth of my fascination of my spunk-covered mug. Smiling, I finally turned around, only to have Veronica come up to me, hold on to my shoulders and begin to lick the come off my face, as Jason moved in for a close look. She was as thorough doing this as she was at sucking my dick, taking her time, carefully laving her long tongue over the entire surface of my face then along my neck and back up to my face again. Then she thrust her tongue in each of my ears and, after getting them nice and wet, held my face in her hands and stuck her tongue up my nose, wiggling the tip first in my left then my right nostril. She finished up by giving me a deep French kiss, sharing both snot and sperm with me as she sucked on my tongue. By the time she was done, Jason and I both had hard-ons again. Veronica pulled back, smacked her lips, and smiled.

"You ready to eat my dootie now, Papicito?"

I smiled back and nodded.

"Okay, let's get back in the bathtub."

I scrambled back in the tub, eager to have this beautiful girl feed me her shit. I had gotten so used to having Jason's black ass hovering over my face that it was weird for me to look up and see Veronica's very light ass in its place, for it brought back memories of Tammy. And I was once again excited by the flip-side contrast between shit and ass that I had often experienced with my cousin, as a dark brown turd began to emerge from the expanding hole between Veronica's smooth light-skinned globes.

"Can you see it, Papicito?"

"Sí," I said.

Veronica giggled. "Hey, that was good! I'm gonna have you speaking Spanish real good, pretty soon."

Even at my age I was able to see the irony in her saying that while, at the same time, making it impossible for me to speak at all, as her turd dropped into my mouth. Like most of the other shit I'd eaten, Veronica's had a strong smell but a relatively bland taste. I DID, however, detect something different, because my mouth was beginning to tingle, leading me to believe that I was tasting the leftovers of whatever spicy food Veronica had eaten. This stimulated me, and I found myself hurriedly chewing up and gobbling down her turd, spreading that tingly feeling to every corner of my mouth as I waited for my next serving.

"Damn!" Jason remarked, standing over the bathtub and stroking himself as he watched us. "I can't believe how fuckin' fast he ate your shit! You got any more for him?"

"Yeah, Papi, I still gotta go."

"Good. Go ahead and shit the rest in his fuckin' mouth."

Right away, Veronica's asshole blossomed open again and another dark brown turd appeared, growing longer and longer until it had completely bridged the four-inch gap between her anus and my mouth and was pressing against my tongue.

"Fuck, that looks nasty!" said Jason, now vigorously pulling on his prod.

I watched as Veronica closed her sphincter, allowing the big piece of shit to fall into my mouth. Closing my eyes, I slurped it down quickly, nearly swallowing it whole, because I knew there was more to come.

"So how's my dootie taste, Papicito? You like it?"

"Mm-hm," I responded.

"Good, 'cause I got a little bit more for you before I'll be finished. You can take it, right?"

"Yeah, that little freak can take ANYthing," Jason said before I had a chance to answer her. "Just make like you sittin' on the toilet."

Once more I watched Veronica's asshole open up, and while there was a lot more shit than just the "little bit" she had mentioned, I managed to swallow it all, enjoying all the while what had escalated from a tingling to a burning sensation in my mouth, as though I'd eaten Tabasco sauce.

I was about to lift my head to lick the leftover shit out of Veronica's ass, but before I could, there, out of nowhere, was Jason's dick, super-hard and leaking, poised over my face and nosing into the sixteen-year-old's poop chute. It was an odd sight; it looked like one of those fat turds that I had just finished eating was being stuffed back up her ass. I was still trying to figure out just how Jason had maneuvered himself around in the bathtub to get into a position to bang Veronica's butt when I heard her gasp.

"¡Ay, Papi! What you doing?!"

But Jason never answered, I guess because it quickly became evident what he was doing, as I watched his cock rapidly disappear into Veronica's anus. I had a ringside seat to the ass fuck, and I took full advantage of it as I watched Jason jam his joint up the cute teenager's shitter, repeatedly planting his pole into the farthest recesses of her rectum, as his balls slapped against her slit.

"¡Ay, Dios mío!" Veronica panted. "Fuck my ass, Papi! That shit feels so fucking good!"

It was still hard for me to imagine how having ten inches of hard dick shoved up your butt could actually feel good, since my brief exploration of anal sex with Jason had been so painful. But I was hoping that one day I would get to experience that pleasure. Meanwhile I was enjoying what was going on right above my head. And the sound was just as exciting as the sight. It was as if I were listening to someone chewing noisily on a mouthful of food, as Jason's prod plowed through the leftover shit in Veronica's asshole. Just as he was about to come, though, he snatched his schlong out of her mucky hole and stuck it straight in my mouth.

"TAKE it, you little fuck!" he again shouted, and I was once more treated to "chocolate and cream," as Jason spurted yet another humongous load of sperm into my mouth. I swirled his spunk, along with Veronica's shit, around in my mouth before, with a smile, I gulped it all down.

Well, it shouldn't come as a surprise that the last half of Jason's first year at college turned out to be the best months of my life, at least up to that point, and I ended up drinking more piss and eating more shit than I thought was humanly possible. I also swallowed quite a bit of come, both his and hers. But, best of all, Veronica finally got me to where I could take Jason's dick up my ass, since she was eager to see him fuck me. She did this by buying a tube of lubricant that she said was for used for dry pussies, filling my asshole with it, and slowly introducing one finger after another into me until, about a month later, she was easily able to slide three fingers all the way up my butt without hurting me. The weekend after that, she positioned some pillows on the armrest of the sofa then positioned me on top of them. It felt funny being bent over like that, with my head and chest down low, my ass way up in the air, and my feet just barely touching the floor. Veronica squatted low right beside the sofa, bringing her face level with mine.

"Now you just lay there and relax while I get Jason ready, okay Papicito?"

I nodded and Veronica patted me on the head then moved behind me with Jason.

With the teenagers out of my field of vision and my butt poking out, I was feeling pretty vulnerable. So I was relieved when I felt more lubricant being applied to my anus and Veronica reinserting her fingers. I took long, deep breaths and focused on my prick, which was pressing into the pillows, as Veronica's digits traveled up and down my poop chute. Finally she pulled them out, but before my asshole could close up, I felt it being spread apart and something smooth and hard pushing into it. My sphincter not only let this new intruder inside but embraced it once it was.

"That's good, Papicito," Veronica called out to me. "You already got the whole head inside you."

I then felt two strong hands grasping my waist followed by more pressure in my rectum, as Jason began to push the remaining eight and a half inches of his dick up my ass. Slowly, inch by steady inch, the horny eighteen-year-old crammed his rod further and further into my shithole, forcing apart the walls of my anus to make room. Soon he was in virgin territory, way past where Veronica's fingers had ventured, and I was having a hard time relaxing. But Veronica either saw me tensing up or sensed my discomfort, because I suddenly felt her hand on my back, stroking me.

"Okay, Papicito, you doing good. Just remember what I told you. Push out like you're taking a shit. That'll help you relax."

As soon as I heard her say this, I took a deep breath and pushed at my sphincter. Right away, a sizable length of Jason's dick slid inside me, making me wince.

"Hold up, Papi," I heard Veronica tell him, and I was once again grateful that she was there to direct everything, because I was sure that if Jason and I had gotten this far on our own, he'd have just shoved the rest up my ass with no regard for how much it might be hurting me. After about a minute, I had relaxed again and Veronica said, "Okay, Papi, now finish putting it in him...nice and slow."

Jason leaned against me again, and I could feel the head of his cock boring deeper into my bowels. Finally I felt his balls pressing up against mine.

"Holy shit!" said Jason. "I think I just hit bottom!"

It was true. To my utter amazement, all ten inches of that imposing black whang were packed inside my asshole! But I knew that this was only the first step, and I was again trusting Veronica to guide Jason's next actions, so his excitement about being in my ass wouldn't lead him to fuck me too hard too soon.

"Good, Papi. Now just stay right there while I go talk to Derrick." She came back around and stooped down, again getting face to face with me. "Hey, Papicito, how you doing? How his thing feel up your butt?" I nodded to let her know that I was okay. "Now, don't you worry. I'm not gonna let him hurt you."

Hearing those encouraging words relaxed me, and Jason had little trouble pulling all but the head of his cock out of my rectum. Then I think Veronica must've put more of that dry-pussy stuff on his dick, because when he leaned forward again, it slid all the way back up my butt without a hitch, and I again felt his balls pressing up against mine. Then, as I continued to push at my sphincter, he once more withdrew, this time only about half way before he shoved it back inside me. Before I knew it, he was fucking me as hard as he'd fucked Tammy and Veronica.

"Oh, yeah!" Jason moaned. "This bitch got some tight fuckin' ass!"

As I lay there, I couldn't believe that the same enormous ten-inch pole that had only hurt me before was now plowing my poop chute like crazy, but what was even harder to believe was that, after a couple of minutes, I started ENJOYING it. Part of it--a big part--was having a muscular teenager slamming into me, sweating on me, crushing me underneath him while ravaging my virgin hole. But the other part was the same as when he had fucked me in the mouth--the idea that, at twelve years old, I could turn him on just as much as his girlfriends did.

"Oooo, Papi, now you REALLY busting his booty," Veronica purred. "That hiney's gonna be sore for a week."

While I clearly heard Veronica, I didn't care what the consequences of Jason's actions might be, because by then I was extremely horny, since, along with being fucked, I was also being unintentionally masturbated by the force of Jason's strokes, which repeatedly pushed my pecker into the pillows, and the combination was propelling me at warp speed towards an orgasm.

And judging by his heavy breathing and the way he was hammering me, Jason was just as close as I was. Sure enough, after another thiry seconds or so of plugging my butt, Jason gasped loudly and stiffened, thrusting his ramrod as far up my ass as he could, then began to shake spasmotically.

"Fuck! I'm comin'! Take it all, you little pussy!"

I could feel Jason's tool throbbing madly inside me and my own sphincter pulsating in reply as the eighteen-year-old blasted his load deep into my bowels. My dick was also throbbing, and while I had not, up to this point, had anything other than a dry come, this time I knew that something had squirted out of me, because both the pillow and my stomach were wet.

So, with my newfound ability to ejaculate and my asshole as the latest avenue of exploration and entertainment, the next year of Jason's babysitting me turned out to be even better than the first. He, Veronica, and I fucked and sucked in nearly every combination. And, of course, I continued to serve as their personal toilet, even agreeing to eat Veronica's shit on that weekend she had diarrhea. She was so impressed by my ability to choke down the horrible-smelling glop that, afterwards, she offered to let me fuck her pussy. Oddly enough, despite all of my experiences, I was still technically a virgin, since my dick had only been in Veronica's mouth and, more recently, her ass. So, as Jason sat masturbating in the easy chair, I fucked Veronica on the sofa, bouncing away on top of her until, ultimately, I spurted a watery stream of semen inside her vagina, as it contracted around my slim shaft. And we immediately added this act to our repertoire, as well as having Veronica return the favor by fucking my ass with her strap-on dildo.

But all good things must end, and they did for me when Jason finished community college and was accepted at a four-year college in the mid-west. Veronica, who was eighteen by then, decided to go with him, so it would not be a matter of her taking over the babysitting the way he'd done when Tammy had gone off to school. But by that time I was fourteen years old, and I managed to convince my parents that I was well beyond needing a sitter. In fact, I told them that I myself could now be a sitter, reminding them that Tammy had started babysitting me when she was fourteen. While there was some initial reluctance, my folks finally allowed me to do some limited babysitting on Saturday nights, agreeing to increase that time if I proved myself responsible and if my grades in school didn't suffer.

Well, talk about a kid in a candy store! While I had certainly enjoyed being with Tammy, Jason and Veronica, the fact that I'd had my first scat experiences with Marky probably explains why I've always been partial to the scat of pre-pubescent children. Somehow the idea that they are, as I had been, sexually immature, just starting to become aware of their own bodies, while doing something as perverted as pissing or shitting in my mouth, remains to this day a tremendous turn on for me. So even though I was fourteen, I was beginning to crave those young, Marky-aged turds again.

Despite this hunger, it took several outings of babysitting for me to get up the courage to make my first approach, and for some reason--call it a gut feeling--I decided to proposition Cole and Dylan, the notorious Taylor twins, who had given fits to every sitter unlucky enough to enter their house. Rambunctious seven-year-olds, they were always competing with each other, especially when it came to proving who was better at refusing to do whatever the sitter said. But I was sure that I could use this sibling rivalry to my advantage.

It was only my second time sitting for them, and after a combination of negotiation, compromise and threats, I had finally managed to get the blue-eyed blond brothers settled down. The three of us were stretched out on the living room floor, watching TV and eating popcorn, when Cole got up and started walking out of the room.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"I gotta go poop," he said.

"Well, hurry up," said Dylan, "'cause I gotta poop too."

Right away my heart began to beat very fast, and I quickly got up and followed Cole down the hall. Just as he was about to walk into the bathroom, I pushed past him, ran inside and shut the door.

"Hey, no fair!" he yelled. "I said I hadda go first!"

I opened the door just a crack and said, "I'll let you go first if you promise to do something for me."

"What?"

"Instead of sitting on the toilet, I want you to poop in my mouth."

"Ewwwwww!" Cole said, frowning. "GROSS! I'm not doin' no nasty stuff like that!"

"That's okay," I said, as coolly as you please. "I'll just wait for Dylan to go. He already said he'd do it, but since you had to go first I thought I'd give you a chance to beat him to it. But I should've known better than to ask a baby like you to do something so grown-up."

"I'm NOT a baby!"

But by then I had already left the bathroom and was on my way back to the living room. I managed, however, to take only a couple of steps down the hall before, behind me, I heard, "Wait!"

I stopped and turned around, trying my best not to smile. Cole, still standing by the bathroom door, motioned for me to come back. I did, following him into the bathroom and closing the door behind me. The cute little blond didn't say a word; he just took off his slippers then shimmied out of his short and briefs, handing them to me. He looked oddly beautiful standing there wearing nothing but his red and blue striped tee-shirt, with his two-inch pecker sticking out underneath. Smiling, I pulled the tee-shirt over his head, leaving him nude, then took off my own clothes, deliberately leaving my drawers for last then slowly pulling them down to reveal my erection, which was so hard it was standing straight up.

"Wow!" Cole said, his blue eyes wider than I'd ever seen them. "Yours is so BIG!"

At five inches I wasn't all that big, but I know I must have seemed huge to Cole. I lay down in the bathtub and directed the boy to squat over my face, facing my hard-on, which was pointing at him. After dealing with Tammy, Jason and Veronica for so long, it was very strange to look up and see this petite white ass hovering over my face. I put my hands up, making a little seat for Cole's butt, and when he sat down, his whole hiney nearly disappeared, leaving me staring at the gently puckered hole that was his anus.

"Okay, Cole, go ahead," I said. Surprisingly, I felt him relax right away and, two seconds later, a warm stream hit my chest, running down my torso, under my dick, and into my pubic hair. At the same time, the little blond's asshole suddenly swelled wide open and a light-brown turd pushed out of his bowels, plopping thickly into my mouth. It all happened so naturally, so innocently, as if the adorable twin had been taking a shit in somebody's mouth all his life; and this, combined with the fact that the taste and smell of Cole's bowel movement reminded me of my sessions with Marky, made me super-horny.

"Mmmmmm!" I moaned, as I chewed up the seven-year-old's shit. He had dropped his whole load in that one long semisoft turd, so I was able to smack on it at my leisure, perversely enjoying the feel of it mashing between my molars.

But in the midst of my munching, Cole suddenly stood up, climbed out of the tub, and walked over to the toilet. At first I thought he still had to go and couldn't wait for me to finish eating what was already in my mouth. Instead he did something that, in retrospect, I wondered why neither I nor any of my previous scat partners had ever thought about doing. Tearing a length of toilet paper off the roll, he carefully wiped his ass; he repeated the process with a second piece of paper. Then, instead of dropping them in the toilet, he brought the two shit-soiled wads over to the bathtub and, looking down at me with a combined smile and frown on his cute face, waited patiently for me to finish eating his shit.

Excited by what I knew was coming, I quickly swallowed the rest of the boy's shit then opened my mouth again as wide as I could. Wrinkling his nose, Cole eagerly stuffed the toilet paper in my mouth; then he stared at me incredulously as I chewed it up and gulped it down. When I finally opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to show him that both shit and toilet paper were now sitting in my stomach, he just couldn't contain his himself any longer.

"Ewwwwww! Gross!" he said, his face all scrunched up. "You ate my poop AND the toilet paper! You're the toilet mouth!"

"That's right," I said, "I am. Now go get your brother so he can poop in my toilet mouth too."

By now, of course, despite how "gross" my actions were, Cole was so intrigued by the idea of a shit-eating babysitter that he dashed out of the bathroom and, less than thirty seconds later, practically dragged his confused brother through the door and over to the bathtub.

"I just pooped in his mouth and he ate it and now you need to poop in his mouth so he can eat yours too," Cole said without taking a breath.

Hearing what his brother had just said, along with seeing me lying naked in the bathtub, smelling of piss with brown stains on my lips and a full boner down below, must have overwhelmed Dylan, because for a minute he just stood there dumbfounded. But a little prompting from his brother was all it took to ignite Dylan's competitive fire and, not wanting to be left out of whatever nastiness we had cooked up, he finally stripped, climbed in the bathtub, and took his position over my face.

Dylan's bowel movement was like an encore performance of Cole's. The only difference was that, as I slurped it down, Cole was right there, watching me closely, while saying, "Yeah, eat ALL of my brother's poop, toilet mouth!" We then repeated the ass-wiping, toilet-paper-eating epilogue that Cole had so brilliantly come up with, and I delighted by the brothers' apparent disgust at my actions.

By now, though, I was DYING to get my rocks off, so I first asked the brothers if they knew what it meant when a guy's penis got hard. Surprisingly they did, and I was even more surprised to learn that they had been jacking each other off for a while, now. But when I asked them what they knew about coming, the boys just stared blankly at me, looked each other, then turned back to me shaking their heads. So I explained what sperm was and how guys changed sexually to produce it when they got to be my age.

"And there's this really cool game that teenagers play when they come," I added; then I deliberately paused, again tapping into their competitiveness as I said, "But I don't know if I should even tell you, 'cause I don't think you guys are old enough to play it with me yet."

"Yes, we are!" the twins said, almost in unison. "We're good at games!"

I smiled. "Well...okay, then, I'll tell you. It's like this: Whenever one of us is coming, the rest of us open our mouths and try to catch the sperm on our tongues. Whoever catches the most is the winner."

Cole and Dylan first looked at each other again, then Cole turned to me and said, "Well, I KNOW I can catch more than my brother."

"Can NOT!" said Dylan.

"Can TOO!" Cole retorted.

The back-and-forth eventually led to both boys kneeling together side by side in the bathtub with their mouths wide open, as I tugged on my tool. When I finally began to shoot my load, the boys nearly knocked each other over as they fought to get in the line of fire. They ended up getting more sperm on their faces and in their hair than they did in their mouths; and as I gazed at the two of them kneeling there covered in semen, I wished I'd brought a camera, because that picture would have made the perfect entry for Pedophile Photo of the Year.

Having re-discovered my appetite for kiddy scat, I went on, for the next few years, to babysit not only the Taylor twins but nearly every under-ten-year-old kid in the neighborhood. Usually all it took to get them to do my bidding was allowing them to stay up past their appointed bedtimes.

Afterwards, a nod, a wink, and mutual promise of "I won't tell if you won't" was all it took to ensure their silence. But there was always some surprise--something unexpected--that came with my adventures, and the nicest one was always when some kid whom I was initially reluctant to approach, because I'd thought he/she would be the last one on earth to agree to take a shit in my mouth, turned out to be the very kid who was the most enthusiastic about doing it.

Take Shannon, for example, a nine-year-old redhead whose father was a major politico at City Hall and whose mother was one of the classiest women in New York high society. She was staying with her aunt while her parents, who lived in Manhattan, were out of town. Having babysat her only once, I was instantly convinced that the little freckle-faced fuck's adult-like maturity would never allow me to steer her into doing something so dirty. But I had never had the pleasure of eating a redhead's shit, and by my third time sitting with Shannon, my burning curiosity finally pushed me to ask if she would feed me hers. For a moment she just sat there staring at me, not really frowning but with her brow slightly furrowed.

"So are you, like, a child molester?"

"No, not really, because I don't want to have sex with you, I just want you to go to the bathroom in my mouth. So I'm more like a pervert."

"But that's just a technicality, as far as the law is concerned," she patiently explained to me. "If I called the police, you'd still be charged with molestation, child sexual abuse, sodomy and maybe even endangering the welfare of a minor."

Now I was REALLY sorry I'd said anything to her. On top of that I was afraid she'd tell her parents about my little solicitation. But Shannon must have seen the look of concern on my face, because after being so articulate about the various kinds of legal trouble I could get myself into, she calmly looked at me, smiled, and said, "But since I have to go anyway, I'll make a deal with you: I'll give you what you want if you give me half of whatever babysitting money my aunt is paying you."

I sat there flabbergasted, realizing that I had just been hustled by a fourth-grader. But I admired her moxie, so I agreed to her terms. Fortunately the experience was worth every penny: Not only did she squat her cute little milky-white ass over my face and drop a chunky brown turd in my mouth, afterwards she gave me her piss as well, making it easier for me to chew up and swallow her shit. And right before her aunt was due back, Shannon had me eat her pussy, telling me that it would make her sleep better. By then I was so horny that I wound up busting my nut all over her stomach and hairless little cunt, making her ooh and ahh with excitement.

But even though my reputation as a reliable babysitter was affording me a regular supply of little girl and little boy scat, I was getting tired of the same old shit, so when I finally turned eighteen, I was eager to move away and start college, where I was hoping to set up a whole new network of kids to satisfy my perverse hunger. This, however, was easier said than done. I got so busy with classes that I wound up going two full semesters without eating a crumb of kiddy shit. I was afraid that when the summer came, I'd wind up right back in my same old neighborhood, babysitting for the same old kids, eating their same old...well, you get the picture. So instead of going back home, as my roommate had done, I decided to hang around and take a summer job. The college offered various kinds of summer employment; naturally my pervy pursuits led me to choose work as a day camp counselor. That would turn out to be one of the best decisions I ever made.

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