Lucky Thirteen

Lucky Fourteen - Part 2 (Lucky Thirteen - Part 3) (B/B, B/b, B/B/b, inc [cousins], oral, spit, anal, ws, scat) by Coproman

As I lay on the cot in my cousin Jim's room, I kept thinking, What a difference a day makes! Actually, less than a day. Only about eighteen hours ago, when my mom and I had exited the train station at Rocky Mount, North Carolina, I had spotted Eddie, my ten-year-old cousin, sitting next to my grandfather in the car. Right away I'd worried about how Jim and I could possibly play our nasty games with that little pest hanging around. Now, as the early-morning sunlight began to filter through the curtains of the small window Jim's room, I smiled. My fourteen-year-old light-skinned cousin, covered up to his neck by the bedsheet, was softly moaning while, below him, that sheet rose up like a tent, hiding the prone figure of a ten-year-old boy, his head steadily bobbing in an area about half way down Jim's body. This, I now knew, was why Jim had laughed off my concerns about Eddie's presence interfering with our games.

I continued to watch in silence, as my two cousins engaged each other, Eddie's head bobbing faster while Jim's moaning got louder. Finally Jim gasped and I saw the tent in the sheet nearly flatten as he pulled down hard on Eddie's head, forcing the full length of his pole into the boy's mouth.

"Oh, fuck! Take it! Drink my come, bitch!"

A series of loud gulps followed, letting me know that Jim was shooting a rather large load of sperm down Eddie's throat, and that the ten-year-old was having trouble swallowing it all. After a while, though, the gulping stopped, and I heard both Jim and Eddie utter sighs of relief. For a moment all was still; then there was renewed activity under the sheet until, finally, I saw Eddie's head appear beside Jim's. Laying his head on the pillow and turning onto his side, the boy promptly fell asleep.

Again there was quiet and stillness as sunlight continued to slowly light up the room. Jim kept craning his neck to look at me, but I gave no indication that I was awake. A few minutes later, though, when he looked my way again, he must have seen sunlight reflecting off the surface of my eyes, because this time he propped himself up and gazed in my direction.

"Hey, Cuz, you awake?"

"Maybe."

"So was you watchin'?"

"Yep."

"Now you know how I been gettin' rid of my morning woody."

I chuckled. "Well, doing it that way sure saves a hell of a lot of Kleenex."

"Right," Jim snickered, "and guess what else?"

"What?"

"When I have to piss, I don't have to get up to go to the bathroom."

I suddenly felt tingly all over. "You mean, you've been--"

"Yeah, but only a little bit, like a squirt or two every once in a while," Jim explained. "But now I think he's ready to take my whole fuckin' load. Matter of fact, I have to go right now." He turned onto his side and poked at the drowsy little boy beside him. "Hey. Wake up."

"But I'm slee-peeee," Eddie whined, turning away from Jim's jabbing fingers.

"You can sleep later. I need you to do somethin', first."

"Wha-aat?"

"Turn over on your back and open your mouth?"

"Why?"

"Just do it."

Instead of arguing, Eddie sighed, flopped lifelessly onto his back and, with his eyes still closed, let his mouth drop open. Jim climbed onto his small chest and just stared smiling down at the tired ten-year-old. After turning towards me and mouthing the word "watch," he turned back and leaned over, putting his face close to Eddie's. I stared in fascination as a ball of spit began to form between Jim's lips, growing larger and larger and hanging lower and lower, until it was a huge frothy blob hanging by a thin strand. Suddenly it broke off and dropped with a tiny splat directly into Eddie's open mouth.

"Nnnngghh!" the boy responded, knowing exactly what had been given to him.

"Now swallow it," said Jim.

Frowning and keeping his eyes closed, Eddie dutifully closed his mouth and gulped, sending Jim's spit down his esophagus to join the sperm he'd swallowed only minutes earlier. He then opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to show Jim that he had indeed consumed the fat wad of saliva. Satisfied, Jim inched up and placed the head of his limp cock on the boy's outstretched tongue, and Eddie instinctively sucked it into his mouth and wrapped his lips around it. For the next few seconds, nothing seemed to be happening; then I saw the boy flinch.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Eddie complained, and I knew that Jim's hot piss was flooding the ten-year-old's mouth, because soon afterwards I heard more gulping, only louder and much more frequent than before.

"Drink my fuckin' piss, you little pussy!" Jim moaned, as he emptied his bladder in the boy's mouth. "Swallow every drop of that motherfucker!" And I imagined a torrent of strong morning-piss cascading down the fifth-grader's throat and swirling up with the spit and sperm already sitting on his stomach.

But I wanted to see how Eddie was REALLY reacting to being used as a human urinal, so I got up, crept over, and took hold of the sheet, which was still covering him from the waist down. Snatching it off, I was surprised--but not shocked--to see his four-inch pecker lying hard and proud against his stomach. So, despite his complaints, the little masochist was getting off on what Jim was doing to him.

I waited for Jim to finish taking a leak in Eddie's mouth, watching with interest as he finally snatched his cock from between our little cousin's lips and squirted the last of his piss in the boy's face, making him flinch again. To top off the degradation, Jim leaned over and spat a huge wad of spit right in Eddie's face, causing the boy not only to jerk in surprise but also prompting him to frown even more severely and groan in disgust. Having witnessed all of this, I decided that Eddie deserved a reward for "service above and beyond the call of everything but Jim's dooty," so I crawled between his legs and slipped his little erection into my mouth, eliciting yet another shiver of surprise from him.

"Oo, yeah, Cousin Tommy, suck me!"

As Jim turned around to watch, I slowly moved my head up and down, sucking the ten-year-old's prick and flicking my tongue around the head while massaging his walnut-sized balls.

"That's right," Jim said. "Suck his dick! Make him fuckin' come, so you can drink it!"

That was certainly my intent, as I gradually increased the pace of my oral action, while humming in satisfaction, as the fragrance of Eddie's sweaty, hairless crotch wafted into my nostrils.

Eddie was continuing to moan and urge me on, when suddenly his words were muffled. When I glanced up, I saw that Jim had sat down on his spit-covered face, and a few seconds later, I heard the sound of a muffled fart, followed by an almost inaudible groan.

"Smell that poont, boy!" Jim said, rocking his ass on Eddie's face while continuing to watch me suck his prick. "Stick your nose right up my fuckin' butthole and sniff!"

After saying this, the teenager lifted up a little and farted again. This time it took its own good time leaving his shithole, slowly sputtering out at a high pitch, like a tooting horn, and the foul odor found not only Eddie's nose but mine as well, as it damn near saturated the air. But, of course, this just turned me on all the more, causing me to slide my hands under Eddie, clutch his firm little ass, and suck his dick even more vigorously.

It wasn't long before Eddie began to squirm and twitch; and with Jim now cheering us on from the side, rather than right on top of us, the boy almost instinctively reached out, grabbed my hair with both hands, and began to hump his crotch into my face, fucking my mouth. I was both surprised and elated by this aggressiveness but also disappointed, because I knew it wouldn't last. Sure enough, about fifteen seconds later, Eddie went as rigid as a board and yanked on my hair so hard I thought he'd pull it out of my scalp.

"Oooh, Cousin Tommy, I'm coming!"

As soon as I heard this, I lifted the ten-year-old up until his crotch was flush against my face, and sucked all four inches of his prick in my mouth. I could feel his whole body began to quiver, as his pecker swelled between my lips, and half a second later, he spurted a fresh load of boy come into my grateful mouth.

"Mmmmmm!" I moaned, as I eagerly swallowed the slimy product of the boy's still-developing gonads.

"Yeah, drink his fuckin' come!" said Jim. "Suck that bitch dry!"

Of course, this exhortation was absolutely unnecessary, because there was no way Eddie's prick would be leaving my lips until the final volley of his sperm had been spewed out, slurped down and was safely swimming in my belly.

After about a minute, the boy's penis had softened significantly, so, confident that I had downed his entire emission, I gave the head a final once-over with my tongue and allowed it to drop free of my mouth.

"Mmmm," I said softly, smacking my lips. "That's some good shit."

I don't know if Eddie heard this or not, because as soon as his dick was out of my mouth, he turned over onto his stomach and began taking deep, relaxed breaths. I marveled at the way the sunlight played on the smooth curves of his soft, young form, especially the way it highlighted the twin mounds of his prominent little booty. The very thought that I had given pleasure to this cute little boy by helping him relieve his sexual tension gave me a warm feeling inside. But now that Eddie had come, I still had a raging erection, and Jim had developed a second boner from watching us.

"Hey," Jim said, breaking me out of my reverie. "Let's go to your office and talk."

Moving over to my cot, Jim and I played with each other's erections while gazing at Eddie's nude figure.

"It was fun watchin' you suck his dick," said Jim, "but now I wanna watch you do somethin' else to him?"

"What, exactly, did you have in mind?"

Smiling, Jim leaned closer and whispered, "I wanna watch you fuck him up his butt."

As soon as he said this, I could feel my dick growing in Jim's hand and my heart beating faster. Even though I have always considered myself a "bottom," I was excited as hell at the prospect of fucking Eddie's enchanting little ass. It just appealed to me too much, and, bottom or not, I knew I couldn't pass up this opportunity.

"Well?" Jim pressed, when I didn't respond right away. "How 'bout it?"

"Yeah," I said, trying not to sound too excited. "I wouldn't mind doing him. But do we have enough time? I don't want to get started then have your mom suddenly come in here telling us to come to breakfast."

"No, don't worry 'bout that," Jim reassured me. "It's about 7:30, now; she and Grandma don't be gettin' up till around 8:00 to fix breakfast, and she don't be comin' in here till around 9:00 or 9:30, so we have plenty of time.

Besides," he added, smiling, "if you do him, I don't think you gonna last that long no way."

I snickered. "You're probably right."

Suddenly Eddie turned his head in our direction. "Hey, what y'all whisperin' about over there?"

"Nothin'," said Jim. "Go back to sleep, knot-head."

"I told you before--I AIN'T no knot-head!"

"Oh, yeah. You right. I forgot. You a poont-smellin' pussy, not a knot-head. But how 'bout if Cousin Tommy sticks his tongue up your butt? Will you be my little knot-head while he doin' that?"

After considering this for a few moments, Eddie said, "Yeah, but only when he's doin' it, NOT after."

"Okay then, knot-head," Jim said. "Go ahead and boonk up for him."

This time without commenting on Jim's use of the teasing term, Eddie propped himself up on his elbows and slowly pulled his knees up until he was in a low crouch, with his head down and his cute round butt sticking up in the air. Releasing Jim's dick, I hopped up on the bed, crawled behind the ten-year-old and bent over until my face was between his ass cheeks. After glancing over Jim, who was still sitting on my cot but now playing with his own prong, I smiled and turned back to Eddie's ass.

I knew that the ten-year-old had gotten up during the night to use the bathroom, and as I spread apart the pliant globes of his bubble butt, my nose immediately detected the evidence of his hastily wiped anus. Naturally, the smell only aroused me even more, and I felt my dick twitching with excitement. But I was torn: While one part of me wanted to taste that leftover shit in Eddie's ass, another part of me wanted to experience the feeling of my dick nosing into his shit-smeared poop chute. But as I pressed my nostrils against the shitty little orifice, the ten-year-old helped me decide which route to take when, without warning, he followed Jim's example by farting in my face. Having been right in the middle of sniffing his ass, I ended up inhaling the full fetid aroma of his expulsion, filling my lungs with it.

"Did you like my poont, Cousin Tommy?"

"Mm-hm," I moaned, rotating my nose in his reeking ass crack before pulling his anus even further open and plunging my tongue into it.

"Oo!" Eddie responded, shuddering.

"What's he doin' to you, boy?" asked Jim, now tugging at his already hard dick. "I wanna hear you tell me."

"He's lickin' my butthole!" Eddie gasped. "I can feel his tongue all up inside me!"

"Yeah, he's probably tryin' to see if there's any doonkie in there he can eat."

While Eddie didn't respond verbally to this, I suddenly felt his sphincter purse out, as if he were trying to fart again, which gave my probing tongue even better access to his anus, allowing me to scoop out gobs of his shit while simultaneously ladling in gobs of my spit. When I stopped for a second to survey my work, I could see tiny spit bubbles glistening inside the boy's smooth pucker, bubbles that sprayed onto my face when Eddie suddenly succeeded in forcing out another fart.

"Fuck!" I said, as the warm, putrid air bombarded my face. But I went right back to sniffing the boy's ass then stuffed my tongue right back up his asshole. By now my dick was not only as hard as a rock but leaking pre-orgasm fluid to boot, and with Eddie's anus more than well-lubricated with my saliva, I decided that we were both ready to fulfill Jim's wish.

Eagerly mounting the ten-year-old, I carefully pressed the head of my dick against his spitty shithole. When the boy realized what I was tryin to do, he didn't say anything, but he kept inching forward, avoiding my insertion. This continued until he was lying flat on his stomach with nowhere left to escape, upon which I stretched out on top of him and used my body weight to bulldoze my dick into him.

"Ow, ow, ow!" Eddie whimpered, as my cock forced apart the walls of his resistant anus.

"Hush all that noise, boy!" said Jim.

"But his thing is too big, Cousin Jimmy. I don't think I can take it."

Putting his mouth right next to the boy's ear, Jim whispered loudly, "You'll take whatever I SAY you can, you little pussy; and I say you can take all his dick AND a good fuckin' up your little bitch ass, you hear me?"

"Uh-huh," murmured Eddie.

After this exchange, the ten-year-old actually seemed to relax a little, because the head of my dick suddenly pushed right into his anus, causing him to gasp; and that gasp turned into a long, low moan, as my cock continued to sink deeper and deeper into his rectum. Seconds later, I bottomed out in the boy's bunghole, savoring the snugness of the pre-pubescent shitter as it spasmed around my shaft.

"Fuck, that feels good," I moaned; I then leaned over and asked Eddie, "You okay down there?"

"Uh-huh," he again responded, though I could both hear and feel him panting as he lay beneath me.

"GodDAMN!" Jim said from behind us, urging me to spread my legs wider. "All I can see is fuckin' BALLS! His little boonkie done swallowed up your whole fuckin' dick!"

Even though I realized that seven inches of cock was a lot for a little boy to take up his ass, I was so turned on by being inside him, and so eager to fuck him, that I wasn't willing to spare him any initial pain. So, without waiting, I pulled back until only the head of my dick remained inside Eddie's clasping sphincter then quickly pushed the whole shaft back inside him. While I heard him grunt when I did this, there were no other complaints, so I again withdrew all but the crown of my cock then rammed it right back up his ass again. When once more all he did was grunt, I concluded that my spit, pre-orgasm juice and Eddie's expanding rectum were all working together to provide a relatively pain-free experience for the ten-year-old, so I began to pump his pooper in earnest.

"Yeah, Tommy, fuck him!" Jim urged me, trying to hold his voice down. "Shove your cock all the way up his bitch ass!"

Eddie's head was turned to the side, his face a mask of tension. But even though the boy was surrending another inch of virgin anal territory to yet another horny male cousin, he not only suffered the invasion in silence but, eventually, encouraged it by lifting his hips every time my turgid weapon plunged into his back door.

Spurred by Eddie's positive reaction, I began to slam my schlong into his shitter so hard that I was literally driving his body into the mattress. The sheer violence of my attack was evident from the noise from the bedsprings and the headboard, which were both making the same awful racket they had made the night before, when Jim had banged the boy's butt. I was certain that my mom or Jim's or Grandma would make their way into our room at any moment to see what was going on. I was just grateful that their bedrooms were at the other end of the house and that Jim saw fit to stuff one of the pillows between the headboard and the wall.

In the midst of my plunder of Eddie's anus, I was surprised to feel mine being spread open and a smooth greased-up pole being jammed into it. Tensing up from the pain of the unexpected insertion, I immediately stopped fucking Eddie. At the time, my dick was planted all the way up his ass, but I could feel myself losing my erection. However Jim obviously realized this might happen, because instead of making any additional sudden movements, he simply lay on top of me, allowing me to get used to the feel of his pulsating rod, as it continued to descend slowly into my expanding shit chute. It took a couple of minutes for my asshole to completely swallow Jim's boner, upon which he let out a long sigh.

"You ready to start fuckin' again?" he quietly asked me.

"Yeah, I think so," I said hoarsely. "Just give me another couple of minutes."

Unlike when Jim had fucked me last summer, this time he was patient, giving me time to recover, and I quickly felt the stiffness returning to my ensheathed prong. Soon I felt comfortable enough to start humping again, and this was Jim's cue to begin humping me.

I was more than happy to be the "meat" in this fuck sandwich. In fact, as far as I was concerned, the only sensation better than the feeling of my poker pistoning the tight, hot asshole of the youngest person I'd ever had anal sex with was the feeling of my own anus being repeatedly raped by the six-inch pile driver of my younger cousin. But it wasn't just those two things alone that were turning me on. It was also the weight of Jim's lean, sinewy body on top of me, and his sweat dripping on my back, and his hot breath blasting the back of my neck, and the sound of his crotch slapping against my ass. My brain embraced all of this and wrapped it up in the delicious reality of a gorgeous light-skinned hazel-eyed fourteen-year-old fucking my ass while I fucked the ass of a cute copper-toned ten-year-old, sending my libido into orbit.

"Damn!" Jim panted, stepping up the pace of his fucking. "I forgot how good your booty was. And I bet you been wantin' my dick back up in there too, ain't you?"

"Fuck, yeah!" I heard myself hissing out. "I been waitin' a whole fuckin' year for you to fuck my ass again!"

"Then gimme your fuckin' booty, and keep fuckin' the shit outta his!"

After that, Jim and I really got going, coordinating our fuck strokes to the point where we were humping our respective rumps like a well-oiled machine. Oddly, there wasn't as much squeaking and bumping of the bed as there had been during the solo fucking, so I wasn't as worried about anyone hearing us and was able to enjoy that unique feeling of being intimately embedded inside someone while someone else was intimately embedded in me.

But, as they say, "all good things must end," and so it was with our double fuck. After just a few more strokes, I shoved my tool as far up Eddie's ass as I could and plastered my sweating torso against his back.

"Shit! I'm coming!" I moaned, and right away my dick began to throb as I spurted several wads of sperm into the ten-year-old's ravaged rectum, filling his bowels with the unmistakable evidence of my lust. And whether voluntarily or involuntarily, Eddie's asshole responded to the load of semen flooding into it by contracting around my cock, gently squeezing it dry.

Meanwhile, it took several more short, powerful thrusts of Jim's teenaged dick up my ass before he finally stuck it to me as hard as he could and put his arms around both me and Eddie in a bear hug.

"Fuck!" he cried out. "Take my come right up your shitty ass, Tommy!"

As Jim lay trembling against my back, I could feel his cock first swelling then pulsating inside me, as stream after stream of come gushed into my colon. And just like Eddie's anus, mine too responded to being pumped full of semen by spasming madly around Jim's dick, as if trying to milk it of every last sperm cell.

"Goddamn," Jim panted in my ear, as he continued to lie on top of me, ejaculating the last of his seed up my ass. "That was some good shit, Cuz. Fuckin' your ass is like comin' home. So what'd you think of the little pussy's ass?"

"It was damn good," I sighed, "the tightest ass I've ever been in."

"I knew you'd like gettin' some from him," said Jim. "And I knew I'd like seein' you get it." He then leaned his head further over and asked, "Hey, shithead, did you come too?"

"I don't know," Eddie quietly responded. "I think so."

"What the fuck you mean you 'THINK so'?" Jim asked. "Can't you tell whether you fuckin' CAME or not? Are you THAT much of a fuckin' pussy?"

"I don't know," he muttered again.

"Well, I came," said Jim. "A whole lot. And I want you to suck every fuckin' drop of it out of Cousin Tommy's asshole. So when I get up and Cousin Tommy gets up, you turn over, hear?"

"Okay," said Eddie, docilely acceding to the older boy's wishes.

Immediately Jim raised off me, pulling his dick out of my butt. The sudden feeling of emptiness was so unsettling that it made me gasp, and for a moment I wanted him to put himself right back inside me. But I knew that wouldn't be happening, since Jim had already moved on to the next part of his agenda; and since I wanted to help him reach that next part before any of his come leaked out of me, I lifted up and pulled my dick out of Eddie's asshole. Of course I was able to identify with the faint gasp I heard him emit when we disconnected. But he too as aware of Jim's agenda and knew that I would not be re-plugging him either, so the ten-year-old simply flipped over onto his back. I then turned around until I was in a sixty-nine position above the boy, and Jim moved to the head of the bed to get a better look at my distended, come-filled anus hovering over Eddie's face.

"Now squat over his mouth," Jim said to me.

Backing up a little, I hunkered down over Eddie's face, looking underneath myself to make sure my asshole was on target with his mouth. This whole time I had been pulling in my anal sphincter, trying my best to keep it closed. Now that I was in position, I was eager to let it go. But there was an unwritten script, and as only a visiting actor, I knew I didn't dare make a move to do this on my own. The director had to give the word.

Finally I heard from behind me, "Okay, do it."

With a sigh I released my sphincter and, at first, a long, wet fart exploded out of my ass, exactly what had happened to Eddie the night before, when he had squatted over my mouth after Jim had fucked him up the butt. After that I could feel Jim's come oozing out of my asshole, and as I continued to stare beneath myself, I spotted a thick, gooey white strand leaving a hole I couldn't quite see and approaching Eddie's open mouth.

"Yeah!" Jim said forcefully, but not too loudly. "Shit my come right in his fuckin' mouth! Make that bitch eat it!"

But neither Jim nor I would have to "make" the ten-year-old do anything, because he seemed more than willing to slurp down the continual flow of shit-flavored spunk that drooled out of my anus, even to the point of lifting his head and drilling his tongue up my ass when it wasn't coming out fast enough. And the more come he ate, the more his cocklet struggled to re-harden.

"God, you a nasty little fuck, ain't you?" Jim commented as he watched Eddie at work. "I wish I knew you was like this a few years ago, when I first started shootin' sperm. I woulda been comin' in your mouth and up your butt every fuckin' day, right up to when y'all moved."

I suddenly pictured Jim at Eddie's age--when he was still a brat, as far as I was concerned--plowing his ten-year-old pecker in Eddie's six-year-old shithole, while I stuffed my thirteen-year-old dick in the little boy's mouth. Being nowhere near old enough to understand his own sexual feelings at that time, I'm sure Eddie would have been crying in confusion, as we pummeled him from both ends. But that wouldn't have stopped us, and we'd have continued fucking him until we had deposited our then-limited supplies of sperm down his throat and up his ass.

It took several minutes for Jim's come to finish draining out of my intestines, and I wound up squatting lower and lower until I was practically sitting on Eddie's face. By then the boy was holding tightly onto my thighs, his head buried between my ass cheeks, as he noisily tongued my poop chute. It was a good thing I didn't have to shit, too, because, I certainly wouldn't have been able to stop myself from going right in Eddie's mouth, given the backdoor reaming I'd gotten from Jim and how hard I was pushing at my anus to dump his semen. Even so, the ten-year-old now had two full loads of Jim's sperm--and about a gallon of his piss--in his tummy, and I figured that was more than enough of a pre-breakfast appetizer for the youngster.

When Eddie was done, I returned the favor by moving up, bending his legs back and licking my own sperm out of his overflowing asshole, practically causing the boy to swoon, while Jim, whose face was now just inches away from mine, continually urged me to "suck all that shit outta him."

After this, the three of us hastily put our sleepwear back on and got back in our beds. Our timing was perfect. About ten minutes after we were under the covers, there was a light knock at the door.

"Boys?" Aunt Joanie called in to us. "Y'all up yet?"

"Yeah, Ma," Jim responded as groggily as he could.

"Well, breakfast is almost ready, so y'all start getting ready so you can come eat."

I was glad to hear her say that. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been so active this early in the morning, and I had worked up quite an appetite.

After we all had breakfast, Jim and I spent the rest of the morning exploring various parts of our grandparents' farm, and everywhere we went, Eddie was right behind us. Finally we got tired of his tagging along and, running off to our favorite tree, we quickly climbed it until we were settled on a top limb. Eddie tried to follow us here too, but the branch we had used to swing ourselves up into the tree was too far off the ground for him to reach, and even with a running start, he was unable to jump high enough to grab onto it. Of course Jim and I expressed our sympathy for the ten-year-old's predicament by laughing at and mocking his every failed attempt to join us. But as we revelled in the boy's frustration, our entertainment was interrupted by the sight of a car coming down the road, a swirl of red dust kicking up behind it as it rapidly approached the house.

"Who's that?" I asked.

Jim peered at the approaching vehicle for a moment then said, "It look like Mrs. Robinson, Eddie's friend's mother. She must be comin' over here to get the little knot-head."

"For what?"

"To play over at their house. When Aunt Betty and Uncle Carl used to live 'round here, her son and Eddie was real close, so whenever Eddie come back here in the summer, them two usually get together."

The car turned into the yard and stopped in front of the house. When the door opened, I was surprised to see an attractive blonde woman in her late twenties get out, followed by a young blond-haired boy who looked to be about eight or nine years old. When Eddie saw who it was, he forgot all about Jim and me and ran over to greet the little boy. Having either heard or seen the car, my mom, Jim's and Grandma all came outside and, after some introductions and a brief discussion, Mrs. Robinson got back in her car, Eddie and his friend hopped in the back seat, and the three of them drove away. As we watched the car wind along the narrow dirt road until it disappeared, Jim seemed to want to say something, but held back.

Now that Eddie was gone, Jim and I were free to roam around and talk to each other about whatever we wanted--especially our sexual escapades--without having to deal with the annoyance of a human shadow asking a bunch of dumb-ass questions. Oddly, though, Jim didn't say one word about Eddie's friend, whose name, I later learned, was Tyler. This surprised me, because I knew that Jim had no qualms about fucking white kids, being that he'd fucked a white brother and sister, or little boys, considering how he'd corrupted Eddie. So, as we walked around the house and into the backyard to pick some grapes, I decided to broach the subject.

"Hey, Jim. You think maybe Eddie and Tyler are locked up in his room playin' with each other's pricks?"

He thought about this for a moment before saying, "Nah, I doubt it."

"Why? You yourself said how nasty Eddie is. And even though Tyler's only--what'd you say?--nine, he's probably just as nasty, right?"

Jim looked at me and again seemed on the verge of saying something before once more looking away. "Maybe. I don't know."

I stopped walking, while Jim, his head down and hidden under a big straw hat, kept going until he noticed I wasn't beside him anymore, upon which he stopped and looked back at me.

"Hey, little cousin, what's up? I've never known you to avoid talking about anything, especially since we got to know each other so well. So why don't you want to talk about Tyler?"

After some further hesitation, Jim walked back to where I was still standing and, sighing, said, "To tell the truth, I hate when that li'l white boy come over here."

"But why?" I asked, confused. "He seems kinda cute to me."

"Yeah, he is. That's the problem. Every time he come over here I get all horny, 'cause I be wantin' to get in his boonkie so bad."

I suddenly imagined Jim jamming his joint up the boy's tight white ass, and I could feel myself getting hard again. "So why don't you just let him in on our little games? It shouldn't be that hard to get him involved."

Jim shook his head. "I don't know."

"Why? What's the matter?"

"Well, I'm kinda scared to mess with him, 'cause his daddy's a preacher."

"Really?"

"Yeah. His church is right up the road from here. So if start doin' stuff to him, even if he like it, I'm scared he's gonna feel guilty after and tell his daddy."

I thought about this for a while then said, "Well, why don't you use the 'secret club' approach?"

"What you mean?"

"Tell him that you, me, and Eddie all belong to a secret club. Naturally he'll want to join it, but tell him that to be a member, there's an initiation."

"You mean, like, he'll have to do stuff or let us do stuff to him for him to belong to the club?"

"Right."

Jim thought this over and smiled. "Shit, that might work."

"It WILL work," I insisted. "In fact, if we set things up right, HE'LL wind up asking US about joining the club. Then it won't even be like we pushed him into it or anything. We just have to make sure to remind him that it's a SECRET club, and that if he says anything to anybody about being in it or what we do, he'll get kicked out and never be allowed to join again."

"Yeah, I think the little piss-ant would go for somethin' like that. But how can we make him ask us about joinin' the club?"

"That's easy. All we have to do is get Eddie to mention the club to him the next time they're together. But he needs to really play it up, like it's the greatest thing in the world. If he's convincing enough, Tyler'll be BEGGING us to let him join."

"Yeah, yeah," Jim agreed, now shaking his head. "You right. That's a REAL good idea." And as he said this, I could see a distinct lump begin to form at the front of his denim shorts.

"Think about it, Cuz," I continued. "In just a couple of days or so, you could be fucking the shit outta Tyler's little white ass while I'm fucking him in his mouth and Eddie is sucking his little pale prick." (I didn't mention that I was even more interested in tasting Tyler's shit.)

By now the lump in Jim's shorts had become a big bulge, and my own cock, which was pressing hard against my drawers, was beginning to feel a bit constricted. Almost instinctively the two of us kept walking until we were behind Grandpa's toolshed, which was not too far from the grapevines. Immediately Jim grabbed my shoulders, spun me around and pinned me to the back wall of the shed.

"You know, Cuz," he said, a wanton look in his hazel eyes. "All this talk about that little white fuck is making me horny again...and Eddie ain't here. So what we gonna do about that?"

"'We'?" I asked, smiling. "If you're that horny, you can always go in the barn and fuck the mule."

"Damn, that's cold!" he laughed. "And the thing is, if y'all wasn't here, I might seriously think about doin' that!"

"Well, my butt's still a little sore from this morning, but my mouth is okay."

"That's 'cause all it got was a little peanut instead of the Big Banana," Jim explained.

I laughed. "So did you even bother to wash that Big Banana after you stuck it up my ass?"

"Nope."

"And you want me to suck it?"

"Yep."

"You must think I'm some kind of pervert or something."

"I do," he said, now smiling brightly, as those hazel eyes glinted devilishly. "But that's only because you ARE." Continuing to stare at me, he released my arms, took one step back, and slowly began to unbutton his fly, ultimately pulling out not only his super-hard dick but his balls as well. "So here."

Smiling back at him, I crouched down until my face was on a level with his dick then held on to his thighs. Right away I detected a faint odor of piss and sweat, which simply made me all the more eager to taste his Big Banana. As soon as I opened my mouth, Jim grabbed the sides of my head and rammed his rod all the way in my mouth, slamming the back of my head against the wall of the tool shed. Unprepared for the sudden assault, I started to gag, feeling like I would either suffocate or throw up at any moment. But apparently, as far as Jim was concerned, that was my problem, because he didn't back off or slow down one bit. If I was going to keep from choking or vomiting, I had find a way to do it WHILE he was mouth-fucking me. Fortunately, all I had to do was adjust the angle of my head a little, but with the way Jim was holding my head, I was still getting a good whack on my noggin every time the teenager plunged his pole down my throat. Finally I was able to ease back far enough to press the back of my head against the wall, steadying myself so I wouldn't wind up with a concussion.

"Yeah, Cuz, suck my dick! Take it all the way down your fuckin' throat!"

He began to buck his hips even harder, his crotch banging against my face and his balls bouncing off my chin, as he fed me his Big Banana over and over again. By this time, I had inched my hands up Jim's thighs and was now snaking my fingers into the legs of his shorts, seeking out the pones of his healthy fourteen-year-old ass. And when I finally got hold of his buns, just the feel of those firm ass muscles flexing every time he humped my head nearly made me come in my shorts.

"Mmmmmmmm!" I hummed, basking in my humiliation. I wished that I had the power to freeze time, halting the progress of Jim's orgasm, allowing him to keep pounding my palate with unbridled passion for as long as I wanted him to. But I knew that Jim was pent up, especially after I'd made him realize how close he really was having his way with Tyler, so I was prepared, if disappointed, when Jim thrust himself forward one last time, his crotch pressed into my face and his cock lodged in my throat, as I held on tightly to his butt.

"Oh, fuck! I'm comin'! Drink it, Cuz! Swallow my fuckin' jizz!"

With Jim's fingers digging into my skull as fervently as mine dug into his ass, his whole body began to shake and his swollen cock began to throb, spitting one gooey glob of sperm after another straight down my esophagus, as I swallowed convulsively. This went on for several long seconds until my handsome cousin's entire load of semen had found its way into my stomach.

"Fuck, I needed that," Jim sighed, releasing his death-grip on my head and sagging forward as he tried to catch his breath.

I continued to hold on to Jim's ass cheeks, laving the head of his shrinking cock with my tongue. He seemed content to just stay where he was, letting me do my aftermath thing, until I started squeezing his buns a little too passionately, massaging them like two ripe melons.

"Let go of my butt, pervert!" Jim snickered, stepping back to pull his dick out of my mouth, while simultaneously pushing down on my arms to release my hold on his ass.

Looking up at him, I actually felt a flicker of rejection, but this quickly disappeared when he smiled at me and said, "Come on. Let's finish pickin' those grapes."

For the next few hours, Jim and I had quality Eddie-free time together, and we used it to climb, jump and run all over the farm. In fact, the only time we didn't spend together was when we were in the living room watching wrestling on TV, and Jim, excusing him, ran outside and across the backyard, a blanket under his arm. (I figured he was just doing some chore for his mom, so I didn't question him about it.) After the TV show was over, we wound up outside on the front lawn wrestling each other, which gave me a chance to pick up where I'd left off feeling up Jim's ass. It was while we were thus engaged that we spotted Mrs. Robinson's car returning to the house. She stopped long enough to let Eddie out then turned around and drove off again, she and Tyler waving out the windows as they departed. Eddie eagerly waved back, a big smile on his face; Jim and I also smiled and waved, as we lay together on the lawn, whispering to each other about all the nasty things we were going to do to the little blond boy as soon as we got the chance.

The minute the car was out of sight, Eddie's focus shifted to us and, making a beeline to where we were lying, he jumped right on top of us. Ordinarily we'd have pushed him off, scrambled to our feet, and taken off, trying our best to ditch him; now, however, we didn't mind his hanging around, and the three us rolled around on the grass, giggling and grab-assing for several minutes.

After a while, Jim got up, yawned, and started walking off towards the backyard. I followed his lead and, of course, Eddie too got up to tag along. The boy seemed surprised that, instead of speeding away, Jim and I actually slowed down, allowing him to catch up to us. As the three of us strolled across the big backyard, with Eddie walking between us, Jim and I exchanged eye signals, after which I waited for him to bring up the subject of Tyler.

"Hey, knot-head," Jim finally said, "I gotta talk to you about somethin'."

"I TOLD you, I ain't--"

"I know, I know. You ain't no knot-head. But we still gotta talk."

I, of course, thought Jim was going to discuss my secret club idea with him, as far as baiting Tyler into joining our sex play, so I was surprised when, instead, he said to Eddie, "I just wanna know if you ate dinner when you was over at Tyler's house."

"No," the boy answered uncertainly. "Why?"

"'Cause I got some leftover breakfast I been savin' for you."

"But you ate all your breakfast," Eddie said, confused. " I seen you."

"That's right," said Jim.

"So how you gonna gimme your leftover breakfast if you already ate it?"

"Come over here behind the shed with me and I'll show you," Jim said, and it wasn't until he turned and winked at me that I suddenly realized that he needed to take a shit and was planning on taking it in Eddie's mouth! At first I felt a little jealous. After all, mine had been the first mouth Jim had gone to the bathroom in, and, having seen him stuff himself at breakfast this morning, I was looking forward to having those "leftovers" all to myself. But while I was disappointed, the idea that he would be feeding his bowel movement to little Eddie had me tingling all over in anticipation, and I couldn't wait to see the precocious ten-year-old choking down Jim's fat turds.

Looking at Eddie, I could tell that he had yet to grasp what was in store for him, so I was eager to see how he would react when he discovered where his leftover breakfast was coming from.

As he and I followed Jim, my only real concern was that this first outdoor shit venture might attract more flies than we were ready to deal with. But then I remembered: A crop duster had sprayed the fields while we were eating breakfast, and that meant that, by now, all the insects were either dead or hiding. Realizing this, I became even more eager to witness the imminent nastiness.

When we stepped behind the toolshed, I immediately spotted the blanket that Jim had taken out of the house earlier. It was neatly spread out on the ground. Eddie crept over and, after carefully perusing it, said, "I don't see no breakfast back here."

"That's 'cause you ain't lookin' in the right place," said Jim. "Close your eyes and lay down on that blanket and I'll bring it to you."

Eyeing Jim suspiciously, Eddie glanced back at me, I guess to get my take on things. When I nodded my approval, the boy took one more wary look at Jim before cautiously stretching out on the blanket and closing his eyes. Once Eddie was in position, Jim hooked his thumbs in the elastic band of his denim shorts and, in one smooth motion, pushed them down, uncovering his beautiful light-skinned ass and semi-hard dick. Kicking off his shorts, he stood over Eddie, a foot on either side of the boy's shoulders, and at first just stared down smirking at his cute young face before turning around and squatting over it.

"Now open your eyes," Jim said, and when the boy did, he added, "It's up in there."

Only then did it dawn on the ten-year-old what Jim meant, and I smiled as I watched his mouth drop open in both disbelief and disgust. "That ain't no breakfast; that's poo!"

"And what the fuck you think MADE the 'poo', butthole? There wouldn't be no fuckin' 'poo' if I didn't eat all that breakfast. And this is the part I saved for you, so come on and get it."

I expected Eddie to react with anger, having been deliberately misled, so I was surprised when, instead of getting up and stomping off, the boy just lay there staring up, as if hypnotized by Jim's asshole. Crouching down low beside Eddie, I turned my head to the side, putting my face right beside his, and looked up to see exactly what he was seeing. My heart began to race and my dick instantly got hard when I saw that Jim's anus was puckered open about half an inch, the beginning of a light-brown turd clearly visible just inside.

"Open up that mouth wider, boy!" Jim barked, as he watched the fifth-grader through his legs. "I ate a mess of grits and eggs this morning, so I got a lotta leftovers for you."

Eddie instantly complied, stretching his jaws as far apart as possible, and Jim glanced underneath himself two more times, readjusting his ass to make sure he was on target with the youngster's mouth.

At first I felt sorry for the ten-year-old, having to endure such humiliation, but when I took a closer look at Eddie's face, I realized that, far from hating what was happening to him, the little fucker was looking forward to it, his eyes riveted on Jim's asshole and his outstretched tongue trembling in anticipation as he waited to receive the fourteen-year-old's foul gift.

He didn't have to wait long. Within seconds, Jim's pooper stretched open even wider and began to release its lumpy load. At first it came out slowly, as the bulky substance made its way around the final twists and turns of the teenager's colon. Once it pushed past the rim of his anus, though, the semisoft mass picked up speed, making a nasty smacking noise as it quickly exited Jim's bowels and filled Eddie's mouth.

"Eat my shit, you fuckin' pussy!"

Reacting immediately to the command, the ten-year-old began to swallow, and I began to stroke my erection, watching in total awe as he downed Jim's stinking load in big gulps, hardly chewing at all. And the more he ate, the more shit erupted from Jim's widely-stretched asshole, constantly refilling the boy's mouth, turning him into a living toilet, his only purpose to gulp down every malodorous morsel that made its way out of the fourteen-year-old's anal tract.

As Jim looked underneath himself, between his spread-apart legs, at the chunks of turd dropping into Eddie's mouth, his upside-down face bore a weird expression, like revulsion mixed with admiration. But whatever his emotions, the teenager's ass remained fixed over the ten-year-old's face, letting me know that he had no intention of putting a stop to the depraved act until he'd completed it.

"Yeah, keep eatin' that shit, you nasty little fuck!"

But Jim's bowels were emptying so fast that even this natural shit-eater couldn't keep up, and as the teenager shit out the last of his enormous load, all Eddie could do was lie there with his mouth open to make sure he caught it all. When Jim was done, about half of his nearly foot-long final turd was protruding from Eddie's mouth. Taking a deep breath through his nose, the boy began the slow process of swallowing the rest of this "leftover breakfast"; and as I watched the massive column of shit moving up and down and from side to side between the boy's lips, as he struggled to consume it, the sheer perverseness of the sight pushed me right over the edge.

"Shit!" I groaned. "I'm fuckin' coming!" Moving closer to Eddie's head I closed my eyes and shot out at least three sloppy globs of sperm. I wasn't exactly sure where they had landed until I heard Jim laughing.

"Oh, fuck!" he said, "You came right on my doonkie!"

I opened my eyes and was surprised to see a big blob of semen clinging to the top of Jim's turd and two more thick strands stuck to the side. I couldn't have done a better job of frosting Jim's smelly chocolate if my eyes had been wide open, and the idea that his excretion and my expulsion would both end up at the bottom of a ten-year-old's tummy was exhilarating.

"Chew up that doonkie!" Jim yelled, as we watched his sperm-coated anal log gradually disappear into Eddie's mouth. "And make sure you lick up all Tommy's cream, too, 'cause that's a special fuckin' treat, ain't it, boy?"

"Nn-hn," Eddie responded, his eyes shut tight and his face a frowning mask, as he attempted to ingest the remainder of Jim's excrement.

Eager to get my own small share of leftover breakfast, I urged Jim to bend over and, plastering my face between his buns, drove my tongue as far up his ass as I could, doing my toilet-paper thing.

"Yeah, Tommy!" Jim moaned. "Lick that fuckin' shit outta my ass! Clean that fuckin' breakfast plate!"

I would've spent a lot more time doing just that, but I wanted to get back to watching Eddie, so after some limited but intense sucking, I stopped and spread Jim's anus open to see how good a job I'd done. When I saw only my own spit leaking out of it, I figured his rectum was as clean as it was going to get and turned my attention back to my youngest cousin to see what kind of progress he was making eating that monster turd.

Sitting on my haunches, I again stared spellbound as Eddie slowly continued to devour the disgusting meal. I guess I was so intrigued because it was so hard for me to believe that, at such a tender age, he could be this much of a "bottom feeder." But here was living proof, right in front of me, that you could be a full-fledged scat freak, even though you hadn't finished elementary school! And if I had any lingering doubts that the little fucker was enjoying it, they were quickly erased when I noticed that, despite his awful frown, he was sporting a hard-on so stiff it looked like it would blow its load at any second. I pondered how much shit Eddie would end up eating--and whose--by the time he was my age.

"Fuck!" Jim said, yanking at his rock-hard cock and also obviously amazed by Eddie's shit-scoffing talent. "I STILL can't believe how fuckin' horny I get watchin' this pervy shit!"

Well, Cuz, I said to myself, you're going to get a lot hornier when you see what I do. And when only about two inches of Jim's turd were left sticking out of Eddie's mouth, I opened my mouth, leaned over his face and gently lowered my head until our lips touched, the turd now nestled inside both our mouths. Surprised, the boy's eyes flew open and we exchanged a very close, almost crosseyed stare; then we both smiled, lay side by side, and began to move the piece of shit back and forth between our mouths in a filthy kiss.

"Goddamn!" said Jim, speeding up his masturbation. "I can't believe y'all SHARIN' my fuckin' doonkie! Y'all some NASTY motherfuckers! And I'm gonna give both of y'all some--SHIT! FUCK! I'm comin'!"

Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpsed the head of Jim's dick, and about a second later, I saw a thick stream of sperm jet out of it, causing both me and Eddie to flinch in unison, as it exploded all over our faces. And every time Jim clutched his cock, as he held his head back and groaned, another burst of come shot out, further sliming us, adding to the ejaculatory mess already sticking to our cheeks, as we continued to suck on Jim's shit.

Then, apparently to prove just how nasty we really were, Jim stood up over us and, a few seconds later, a shower of warm piss was spraying over our faces, washing away some of the come and replacing the odor of shit with a strong smell of urine, as our heads were drenched by the abundant contents of the teenager's full bladder.

"Take my fuckin' piss, you fuckin' perverts!"

Eddie and I were still pushing Jim's dissolving turd between our mouths as his pee rained down on us. Finally, when all that was left of Jim's shit was a soggy little lump, we again looked into each other's eyes, then bit it in two, each of us chewing up and swallowing our half, as Jim's golden shower slowed to a trickle.

Afterwards, Eddie, his face covered with piss and come and his stomach visibly distended by the huge volume of "leftover breakfast" he'd gobbled down, just lay on his back with his eyes closed. His shit-smeared lips were curled up in a smile as he gently jerked on his super-hard prick. Instead of sucking him off, I just watched, as the boy began to pull at himself more and more vigorously. Soon his smile was gone, his head was tilted back and his mouth was open, as he labored harder at his stiffy. It wasn't until I heard him cry out and saw him arch his back and grimace, as if he were in pain, that I dipped my head down and slipped the head of his weiner into my mouth. Fortunately my timing couldn't have been better, as my taste buds were suddenly saturated by the special sweetness of pre-teen come, which was squirting all over my tongue, while a small hand clutched my head. I waited patiently until the boy's pulsating member had pumped out every last drop of its sticky contents. I then carefully pulled my lips off the softening organ, still holding the ejaculated fluid in my mouth. For a hot second, I considered kissing Eddie one more time, so he could get a taste of his own semen. But a sudden wave of selfishness washed over me and, instead, I greedily swallowed the precious liquid while trying to picture the millions of little-boy sperm cells swimming down my throat.

"Aaahh," I said, smacking my lips and smiling.

"So how much did the little pussy come, anyway?" asked Jim.

"More than this morning," I said. "Eating your shit must've really turned him on."

I know Eddie heard us, but he pretended he didn't, continuing to just lie on the blanket with his eyes closed. Having been in the position of swallowing someone's turd, jacking off, and enjoying it all so much, I concluded that he was probably feeling the same embarrassment I'd often felt after so shamelessly exposing this kinky side of myself. That's why I leaned over and gave him a kiss on his wet, sticky forehead while gently rubbing his very-full stomach.

"It's okay, Eddie," I whispered to him. "Don't you dare feel bad about doing what you did, or liking it."

At first he remained silent; then he asked, "But don't it mean I'm a pre-vert?"

"That's PERvert and, yes, that IS what it means," I said. "But being a pervert doesn't mean you're bad; it just means you're different. Just like me. So we can just be different together, okay?"

The boy looked up at me and, smiling, said, "Okay."

"And," I continued, "the best part is that as long as we're here at Grandma's house, Cousin Jimmy will always be around to give us what we need, including shitting in our mouths, fucking us up the ass, pissing on us, and calling us all kinds of dirty names, right Cuz?"

"That's what I'm here for," Jim agreed, chuckling.

"But listen, Eddie, we need to know if you said anything to Tyler about what you, me and Cousin Jimmy have been doing."

He quickly shook his head. "No, 'cause when I first came here, Cousin Jimmy told me if I told anybody what we was doin', the cops would come and put me, him and our mamas in jail."

I glanced over at Jim; he just smiled sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, that's true," I said. "But we think Tyler might be a lot like you and me, and we want to find out for sure, so the next time you see him, we want you to tell him something, okay?"

When the boy said "okay," eagerly nodding his head, Jim and I exchanged a smile, and I swore that, for a second, our bodies actually merged together, becoming one entity, because I felt a sudden twinge of lust reverberating through me, and I sensed that Jim felt the exact same twinge at the exact same time.

(To be continued...)

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