Lucky Thirteen

Lucky Fourteen - Part 4: The JETT Club (Lucky Thirteen - Part 5) (m/m/b/b, group, inc [cousins], oral, anal, ws, scat) by Coproman

The JETT Club, with nine-year-old Tyler as it newest member, was scheduled to meet early the next morning, but Jim, Eddie, Tyler and I were so wiped out from our initiation romp the night before that none of us woke up until Aunt Joanie knocked on the door to tell us to come to breakfast.

"Shit!" Jim said, as soon as his mother had left. "I KNEW I shoulda set my fuckin' alarm clock. Now we ain't gonna have enough time to meet, 'cause Tyler's prob'ly gonna have to go back home right after we have breakfast. But even if he don't, there's still no good place for us to meet, not with the grown-ups awake and all over the place. Shit!" So none of us was in the best of moods as we showered, dressed, and dragged ourselves into the kitchen that morning.

Fortunately serendipity was still smiling down on us because right after breakfast two things happened: First Mrs. Robinson called to say that she had to run some errands for the church choir, so she wouldn't be around to pick up Tyler until late in the afternoon; then Aunt Joanie announced that she, my mom, and Grandma were having Grandpa take them to town to go grocery shopping, which always meant a triple-trip--to the A&P, the Winn Dixie, and the Piggly Wiggly. So within minutes we had gone from having to cancel our meeting to having the whole farm to ourselves.

Half an hour later, Jim, Eddie, Tyler and I all stood on the porch and waved as the grown-ups drove off. As soon as we saw Grandpa's car disappear on the far turn of the dirt road, which wound through the surrounding woods, Jim announced that the meeting of the JETT Club was officially called to order and that the very first order of business was for all of us to strip. This we accomplished in less than thirty seconds, tossing our clothes all over the porch then dashing butt naked through the house whooping and hollering because we were all so relieved to finally be by ourselves and eager to pick up where we had left off the night before.

Even though we had been up for a while, now, Jim and I still had "morning woodies," so we decided that the Club's next order of business would be relieving them. I suggested that Jim check out Tyler's mouth while I did the same with Eddie's, but Jim had something a little more radical in mind; when he told me what it was, I just smiled and shook my head, impressed by how inventive and perceptive he was for a fourteen-year-old.

Taking Tyler by the hand, Jim led him into the living room and sat him down on the couch. This action alone turned me on because we were now in the same place Jim and I had started our sexual relationship a year ago. He and I now huddled up as close as we could to one another, hooking an arm around each other's waists, and stood right in front of Tyler, our dicks level with his face.

"Open up that mouth REAL wide, boy," said Jim. "We wanna try somethin'."

Tyler gazed up apprehensively at us then glanced at Eddie, who was sitting beside him. The little blond knew that we were about to do something really nasty to him, but I could tell from those big blue eyes that he was way too curious about what we had in mind to utter any objection. Sure enough, he just opened his mouth as wide as he could and waited. Holding our erections by the root, Jim and I inched forward, pulling and pushing until we were able to fit both cockheads into the boy's mouth.

"Wow!" Eddie remarked, his eyes wide with amazement as he watched his friend's mouth contort to accommodate our turgid tools.

I'd seen a "double-header" performed in one of the gay peep shows I'd managed to sneak in to, but the designated cocksucker wasn't able to keep both dicks inside his mouth for very long--one kept slipping out--so he wound up sucking one dick at a time. That's why I was so surprised when Jim and I not only managed to GET our dicks in the nine-year-old's mouth but KEEP them there, his lips stretched to the max as we each removed the guide hand from our dicks, grabbed the back of his head, and began to rock back and forth. With every lurch forward, we stuffed a little more of our erections into the youngster's mouth.

"GodDAMN, boy!" Jim said, amazed. "I ain't NEVER seen somebody small as you suck TWO dicks! How it feel gettin' double-fucked in your mouth?"

"Nnnngghh," Tyler responded, his eyes closed tightly and his brow furrowed as his thin lips stretched obscenely around our cocks. Faster and faster we drove out dicks in his mouth, making the little blond gag with nearly every thrust. I expected at any moment to see thin red lines appear at each corner of the boy's mouth, staining his flawless white skin as they seeped down his chin, a clear sign that we had gone too far in this sexual experiment. But much to my surprise and relief, there was never even a hint of any blood as we continued to cram our cocks into Tyler's grossly distended mouth, just frothy white bubbles of spit as the little blond's salivary glands worked overtime to make his ordeal a little easier to tolerate.

"Nnnngghh!" the boy moaned again, and while this new utterance sounded a lot like a complaint, it didn't matter because by now--with the three of us pressed together in a gyrating little knot--both Jim and I were both very close to coming, and we had no intention of stopping, or even slowing down, until we had done so.

Fortunately for Tyler, neither one of us was able to hold out much longer. The indescribable combination of the wetness, warmth, and tightness of the little boy's mouth, along with the fact that our dicks were also rubbing together and gently scraping against his teeth every time we jabbed in, quickly became more stimulation than we could bear.

"I don't know about you, Cuz," Jim suddenly panted, "but I'm ready to bust my fuckin' nut."

"I'm just about there too," I huffed in response.

"Good, then--oh, shit! Fuck!" Jim screamed. "Take it, you little pussy! Swallow that fuckin' come!"

Grabbing onto each other tightly, Jim and I both pulled Tyler's head forward while thrusting our groins out as far as possible. With our dicks seemingly stuck half way down the little white boy's throat, we proceeded to ejaculate, our tools throbbing in unison as they shot out a shitload of spunk, coating the boy's tonsils and forcing him to gulp down the gooey gism to keep from choking. And while the nine-year-old moaned and gurgled the whole time we served him our semen, he surprised us by being more than up to the gargantuan task, dutifully sucking down the hundreds of millions of sperm cells that flooded his mouth until he had drained our balls.

"Fuck, that felt good," Jim sighed. "Shit, we probably shot enough jizz down this little pussy's throat to knock up about a dozen bitches, huh?"

I just smiled and nodded in agreement as I tried to catch my breath.

"Wow!" Eddie said again, this time from below us. During the mouth fuck, he had quietly watched from damn near every angle--on the couch, off the couch, sitting, kneeling, leaning in, leaning over--until, finally, he had gotten on the floor on his back and somehow worked his way head-first between the tangle of my, Jim's and Tyler's legs to observe the scene from the bottom up. When I glanced down, I saw a twinkle in the boy's eye as he smiled in wonderment at what we'd just finished doing to his friend.

For the next minute or so, Jim and I stayed right where we were, sagging a little from exhaustion and holding on to Tyler's head for support, while our dicks gradually deflated. A cough from the fourth-grader expelled our pricks from his throat, after which Jim and I edged back until we'd pulled ourselves completely out of the boy's mouth. Once freed, Tyler took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and flopped backwards onto the couch, upon which he began to open and close his mouth while licking his lips.

"Dang!" the little blond finally said, opening his eyes only a slit as he stared frowning up at me and Jim. "I thought y'all was gonna break my mouth!"

Jim chuckled. "Don't worry, boy. If we thought for a minute you couldn't take it, we wouldn't'a done it. But you did good. So it really WAS a good idea to let you join our club."

Tyler's frown immediately melted into a tiny smile and he seemed to be blushing a little, though most of the redness was probably from the battering his face had taken from our humping crotches.

"Come on, y'all," Jim said, again taking Tyler by the hand while I helped Eddie off the floor. "The next part of our meeting is in the bathroom."

As we headed there, my flaccid dick twitched with renewed excitement because once again I recalled my first get-together with Jim and how the bathroom had been our next destination as well, the place where my mouth had become his toilet bowl. Once the four of us were crowded into the small room, Jim told the two elementary school pals to get in the bathtub, squat down, and close their eyes. The boys glanced uncertainly at each other before following Jim's instructions. I too wondered what the teenager had planned, but I didn't wonder long, as Jim suddenly pulled me aside, out of earshot of the two boys.

"I don't know about you, Cuz, but I gotta take a serious leak," he whispered, "and I can't think of a better place to go than in those little fuckers' faces."

Since I too had a full bladder, I readily agreed, and Jim and I quietly walked back over to the bathtub. Just thinking about what we were about to do was making my dick hard again, so I really had to calm down and focus on relieving myself. Looking over at me, Jim mouthed, "Ready?" When I nodded, he aimed his semi-hard dick at Tyler while I directed mine at Eddie.

"Okay, go," Jim said out loud.

Instantly a small stream of piss spouted from both his dick and mine, splashing directly on the boys' faces, making them flinch in surprise (though I'm sure that Eddie had already warned his friend about what was probably coming). Within seconds, both streams had strengthened and pee was quickly gushing out of us and raining down freely on the nine- and the ten-year-old. Jim directed his stream at the top of Tyler's head, saturating his silky blond hair in a true golden shower; then he aimed at his face, making the little boy squint as piss now splattered all over his cute white mug.

"That's right!" said Jim. "Take that piss, you little toilet-faced fucks!"

Meanwhile I was pissing almost exclusively in Eddie's face, and I wasn't all that surprised when the boy suddenly opened his mouth, allowing my pee to fill it before he closed it again to swallow. Then Jim and I decided to cross streams, and I pissed in Tyler's face while he pissed in Eddie's; then we started going back and forth, our yellow streams waving through the air like lassoes as we drenched each boy in urine.

"Shit, this is fun!" Jim said. "I lovvvvve pissin' on these little pussies!"

When I heard him say this, my sordid musings led me to imagine Mrs. Robinson suddenly walking in on us and seeing what Jim and I were doing to our little cousin and her only son. I couldn't decide if the blonde beauty would scream or faint; but then a really vile part of me surfaced and I imagined her actually smiling at the sight before stripping out of her panties, lifting her skirt, and joining us, letting go with a heavy stream of her own piss right in her own son's face. And the more I thought this fantasy through, the harder it was for me to piss, because I was again getting a hard-on.

Soon, though, our streams began to dry up, and as the last of our pee squirted out, Jim and I moved in closer to our toilet boys and shook our dicks to make sure their faces caught the final few drops. Afterwards we just stood there staring at the piss-soaked pair, admiring what we'd done to them as they cautiously opened their eyes. Then, all of a sudden, Jim started sniffing the air around the boys and frowning.

"Yuck! Y'all stink!" he said. "Y'all need to take a shower before we do anything else." With those words, Jim grabbed my arm, leading me out of the bathroom and closing the door behind us. By the time we'd walked the short distance back to the living room and sat on the couch, we were both fully erect again.

"Well, that WAS fun, just like you said," I noted, "but now what do we do?"

Jim looked at me and smiled one of those evil little smiles of his. "I have a great idea. You know that dry fuck we gave them in the swing yesterday? Well, why don't we do that again? Only this time it'll be the real thing."

Jim's suggestion caused me to catch the same evil little smile that had infected his face. It also made my now super-hard dick twitch; and it twitched again when my thoughtful cousin also suggested that I use this opportunity to sample Tyler's tight ass since he had already done so last night.

"We gonna hafta get them ready for it, though," Jim said. "And I don't think spit alone is gonna be enough this time, so I better make a quick trip to my room." Before leaving, though, he took three towels out of the linen closet, handing two of them to me. "Here. Give these to the little pussies when they get out the shower. I'll be right back."

The minute Jim left the room, I heard the bathroom door open. I turned my head to see two dripping wet boys in their birthday suits--looking skinnier than ever--skitter out the door, giggling as they scurried to the linen closet. Intercepting them, I tossed them the fresh towels Jim had given me then hugged each boy close and rubbed, helping them dry off while, at the same time, feeling them up. Afterwards I explained to them that we needed to have an ass licking session in preparation for the Club's next order of business, so I positioned Eddie on the couch on his hands and knees and put Tyler behind him. Right away, the nine-year-old thrust his tongue in Eddie's asshole, and I watched with delight as the little white boy reamed out his black friend. I quickly got down behind Tyler, pressed my face between his pale little mounds, and began to do the same thing to him that he was doing to Eddie, slurping noisily while spitting as much as I could in the expanding hole. In fact, I was so busy eating out the little blond's ass, and anticipating squeezing my dick in it, that I didn't notice right away that Jim had come back in the room.

"Shit, I can't leave y'all bitches alone for a second," the teenager finally said, startling us. He had been standing there watching us while drinking a bottle of soda. Then, smiling, he took a final swig from the bottle, emptying it, and after expelling a healthy burp, said, "Come on. Let's go get in the swing."

While Eddie and Tyler got up right away and disappeared out the screen door that led to the porch, Jim and I hung back long enough to grease ourselves up with the Vaseline that he had retrieved from his room. Only when we were sufficiently lubricated did we join the boys on the porch, and as soon as I walked outside, I saw what Jim had done with the third towel: He had spread it across the wooden slats of the swing's seat, to protect our asses from heat and/or splinters. And as soon as he and I sat down, I realized how much more comfortable the swing was with just that little bit of cushioning.

Jim directed Eddie to stand in front of him and Tyler in front of me. The two boys complied, staring anxiously at the shiny poles of flesh that were standing up so hard and proud from our sparsely-haired crotches. They had probably already figured out where we were going to put those poles, and their expressions of uncertainty--especially when juxtaposed against the raw confidence their stiff little pricks displayed--was a definite turn-on.

"Okay, you little fucks, we gonna play a game of hide-and-seek," said Jim. "In other words, me and Cousin Tommy is gonna hide our dicks in y'all's boonkies and y'all gonna seek a way to make us come. So turn around and sit down."

The boys glanced at each other then slowly turned around and, on their tiptoes, approached us ass-first, still staring warily at our cocks. The hardest part was the initial insertion. Because the swing was unsteady and Jim and I were so well lubricated, our dicks and the boys' butts kept sliding out of place. It took several slippery starts and stops before the targets lined up and the boys were finally able to impale themselves.

"Oooooo," the fourth- and fifth-grader sighed in unison as their asses slowly slid down our straining shafts, and both Jim and I responded with sighs of our own. These sounds, however, were all happening somewhere in the back of my brain, for nearly all of my senses were focused on the incredible feeling of my dick sinking into Tyler's shithole. Pressing his palms hard against my thighs, while I cupped his thin thighs in support, the little blond was gradually lowering himself onto my cock, slowly enveloping it in a narrow sheath of pulsating warmth. It took every ounce of concentration I could muster to keep from coming prematurely, but I managed to hang on until I felt the little white boy's ass settle on my lap. I then took a very deep breath, savoring not only the physical pleasure of breaching a nine-year-old's tight back door but also the fact that I was a full inch further inside the blue-eyed blond than anyone had ever been. I looked over to check on how far along Jim and Eddie were, and I was pleased to see that the teenager's dick was also firmly docked inside the ten-year-old's asshole.

As Jim and I sat there with our dicks buried in the boys' bottoms, we began to swing, but we found it hard to initiate an up-and-down movement while going back and forth. It turned out, though, that we didn't need to, because the very act of swinging was causing something unexpected to happen, something wonderful: The boys' rectums were reacting to the motion, contracting when we swung forward (as if holding on to our dicks for support), loosening up when we swung back, and spasming in delicious little ways in between--all apparently unbeknownst to the boys! Uncertain at first if Jim was experiencing the same thing I was, I was about to ask him, when he suddenly said:

"Shit! This little pussy's jackin' me off with his fuckin' asshole! And it feels so fuckin' good!"

From that point on, neither one of us bothered to try to bounce the boys in our laps. Instead we moved only enough to keep the swing going--our arms clasped around the boys' waists--and let their unbelievably tight poop chutes do all the work. After just a few trips back and forth, everything seemed to harmonize and the four of us settled in to enjoy the unique ride.

For a while I closed my eyes, allowing my other senses to take in the variety of stimuli. The faint smell of piss in Tyler's hair, the air rushing against my face as we swung forward, the gentle gasping of the two boys, and the rhythmic creaking of the old wooden swing all provided a sweet backdrop to the animal-like grunts coming from Jim and me as we ruthlessly used the boys to satisfy our lust while, at the same time, attempting to turn them into the sexually self-indulgent creatures that we had already become.

Again and again the children's colons hugged and released our rods until, after a while, these velvety caresses proved too much for either Jim or me to endure. As we swung our legs and rocked our bodies to lift the swing even higher, it was as if we were both suddenly struck by lightning, and we could do nothing to stop our impending floodgates from bursting open.

"Shit!" I yelled, trembling as I clutched Tyler even more tightly around his waist. "I'm coming!"

"Me too!" Jim shouted, lifting his hips while grabbing Eddie's thighs. "Take it right up that ass, you little pussy!"

For the next several seconds--while the swing, still squeaking away, began to slow down--the four of us crooned a chorus of moans and groans as Jim shot his slimy seed in Eddie's asshole and I fired burst after burst of my own sticky semen deep into Tyler's bowels. Glancing at each other, the two boys began to grind their asses in our laps, penetrating themselves to the max on our throbbing tools, which continued to spit sperm into their shitters. Then, again on cue, each boy began to flex his sphincter, aggressively milking our dicks dry of any remaining semen. When we were all done, Jim and I both let out a long sigh.

"GodDAMN!" Jim panted. "If I keep comin' like this, I'm gonna hafta buy a new fuckin' pair of balls!"

"You ain't kiddin'," I agreed as my dick finally begin to soften inside Tyler's rectum.

After continuing to sit in our laps for a few minutes more, both Tyler and Eddie eased themselves up, carefully withdrawing the teenaged cocks that had been so solidly wedged up their asses. Not only did my dick and Jim's exit their respective holes at the exact same time but with the same definitive "plop," making the two boys giggle. As the boys hopped down onto the porch and turned around to face us, the odor of shit hit my nose. I looked down to see both my dick and Jim's covered from crown to base with crap.

"Fuck!" Jim said, seemingly annoyed. "Look at that. You gave me a real shitty deal, boy. So what you gonna do about it?"

Eddie looked at him and smiled. "You want me to clean you off, Cousin Jimmy?"

After flashing me and Tyler an impish grin, Eddie shocked all of us by leaning over, taking Jim's cock in his mouth, and sucking his own shit off it.

"Dang, Eddie!" Tyler cried, his blue eyes popping wide open. "You gonna get sick eatin' your own doodie like that!"

Eddie stopped cleaning Jim's dick only long enough to look up at his friend.

"No, I ain't." He glanced over at my soiled cock before looking at Tyler again. "Matter of fact, you need to clean yours off Cousin Tommy, too." He then dutifully returned to slurping his shit off Jim's whang.

Tyler's face blanched as he stared back and forth from Eddie to my dick before finally settling his gaze on me. He seemed to be disgusted, intrigued, and fearful all at the same time, which was why I was doubtful that he would follow Eddie's lead. But the boy closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath, then looked at me again with an expression that pleaded with me to say no to what he was about to ask.

"Cousin Tommy, do you want me to clean you off, too?"

Taking pity on the boy, I wanted to give him an out by telling him he didn't have to, but before I could say anything, Jim looked at him and said, "Damn right he wants you to clean him off. You dirtied him up, didn't you?"

Now a look of sadness and resignation fell over the little white boy's face, but after watching Eddie a while longer, he must have decided that performing such a nasty act might not be as awful as he thought, because his friend was certainly sucking away with enthusiasm. So after taking another deep breath, Tyler frowned, opened his mouth and slowly lowered his head, ignoring the smell of the shit, and reluctantly closed his lips over the head of my dick.

"Aaaahhh," I moaned, reacting to the warm wetness of the boy's mouth. And when I felt his tongue swiping across my knob, knowing he was licking his own shit off it, I felt my dick begin to grow. While he sucked me, I stroked his head, running my fingers through his damp hair. After doing this for a little while I stopped and tugged gently on it, causing him to look up at me. Smiling, I gestured for him pull his mouth off me. When he did, he just stared blankly at me with his big blue eyes.

"Open up," I said. "I wanna see it in your mouth."

The little blond opened wide, and my dick immediately got harder when I spotted a residue of dissolved shit all along his tongue, topped off by a tiny light-brown lump sitting right in the middle of it. Leaning forward, I grabbed the back of the boy's head and sealed my lips to his, sucking his tongue into my mouth and scooping off the piece of shit, which I promptly swallowed. I continued to explore the nine-year-old's mouth for at least another minute before finally pulling away, giving him a final peck on the end of his nose. At first the boy just looked puzzled, probably never before having been french kissed, but then he smiled, apparently forgetting all about how perturbed he'd been about licking his shit off my cock.

Meanwhile Eddie had finished cleaning Jim's dick, and Jim was carefully examining it to make sure the boy hadn't missed anything. Satisfied that it was shit-free, Jim gave the ten-year-old a rare compliment for the good job he'd done, causing the boy to smile; then he added, "But I wouldn't expect nothin' less from a shit-eatin' freak like you," and while Eddie's smile remained, he now closed his eyes and stuck his tongue out at his older cousin.

By this time, Jim and I were almost fully erect again, but since we had already come twice, we needed a little more time to recover, so the JETT Club's next order of business was for Eddie and Tyler to get their rocks off by fucking each other while Jim and I watched. Before we had a chance to suggest it, though, the two boys seemed to be preparing on their very own to do just that, as they checked out each other's assholes, giggling as they watched the streams of come seeping out of them, then began humping at each other, eventually making their way from the porch to the lush green lawn, where the humping turned into mock wrestling. (Oddly, it was in the same general area where Jim and I had done our mock wrestling two days ago, when Eddie first went to visit Tyler.) Jim stopped them only long enough to dash into the house, retrieve the stained blanket that we'd used for two of our shit-eating episodes, and spread it on the ground.

The blanket had barely been laid before the two boys jumped on it and, grabbing onto each other, began to rolling around, back and forth, this way and that, driven by their youthful sexual energy. Jim and I stood side by side, rubbing each other's asses as we watched the boys. I was turned on not only by what they were doing but by the way their nude figures contrasted as they did it--Eddie's brown skin rubbing against Tyler's white skin as both boys' naked bodies gleamed in the sunshine.

"Okay," Jim said, "now one of y'all gotta hold the other one down and get on top of him."

Being a little stronger, Eddie managed to pin Tyler on his back then flip him over and jump on top of him. Accepting that he had lost the match, Tyler suddenly became docile and just lay there face-down, allowing Eddie to do whatever he wanted to him. Without the slightest hesitation, Eddie spread his friend's snowy white buns apart--revealing his distended, deep-pink, come-dripping anus--and with one swift motion, poked his pecker directly inside it, causing Tyler to yelp from the sudden insertion.

"Yeah, do it, Eddie!" shouted Jim. "Fuck him! Ride that white ass!"

Eddie had absolutely no problem doing this, for while his friend may have been surprised by the quick attack, he was obviously more than prepared for it because it took only seconds for him to pick up on Eddie's rapid strokes and lift his ass every time the ten-year-old speared his shithole. In fact, the two of them operated so smoothly together that it hardly seemed like their first time, and I began to wonder if the whole "join-our-club" spiel we'd cooked up for Eddie to lure Tyler into our sex games had really been necessary after all. Maybe, when the two of them got together yesterday, Eddie had simply said, "Hey, Ty, me and my cousins have been fuckin', and since me and you have been fuckin' too, how about comin' over and spendin' the night so we can all fuck together?" And after Tyler agreed, Eddie might have added, "Oh, yeah. When you get there, be sure to make a big deal about wantin' to join our club. That's code for you wanna have sex with us."

But though I questioned how sexually innocent the boys really were, it didn't stop me from thoroughly enjoying what they were doing in front of us, and Jim and I watched captivated as, for the next several minutes, Eddie and Tyler continued to go at it, their skinny young bodies rhythmically slapping together every time the black boy drove his dong up the white boy's butt. But Eddie's fuck tempo was so hyper that I knew he wouldn't last much longer. Sure enough, no more than five minutes later, the ten-year-old cried out and stiffened, thrusting his hips as far forward as he could and burying his nose in Tyler's hair while holding on to the boy tightly.

"Oo! Oo! Oo!" Eddie yipped as he shivered through his orgasm, and I knew that every time his ass cheeks flexed, he was spurting another little stream of spunk up his friend's ass.

"DO it, Li'l Cuz!" Jim goaded him. "Give it to him! Shoot your shit right up his Sunday school boonkie!"

After emptying his balls, Eddie continued to lie on top of Tyler. At first I thought he was just taking time to recover, but when I saw Tyler lift his head and, grimacing, begin to groan, I suddenly realized that the little white boy was probably receiving from his friend the exact same gift I'd gotten from him last night--a rush of hot piss up the ass.

Noticing Tyler's discomfort, Jim just grinned, knowing immediately what was going on. "Hey, boy, you ain't pissin' in that boy's boonkie, are you?"

Eddie turned his head to the side and, with a giggle, said, "Uhh...I don't know."

"I bet Tyler knows," I whispered to Jim, and we both laughed as Eddie continued to fill the little blond's intestines with urine. But what Tyler might not have known was that, if Eddie was true to form, he would end up sucking all that piss, along with his come and mine, right back out of his little ass. Sure enough, the moment he finished emptying his bladder in the boy, Eddie immediately slid from "top" to "bottom." Urging Tyler to get up on his knees, he kneeled behind him and and spread his asshole open. Instantly a stream of piss skeeted out of the blond's anus, hitting Eddie in the eye and making him jerk back. But the ten-year-old quickly caught up with the flow, first catching it in his open mouth then sealing his lips over his friend's pucker. Despite the direct connection between the two boys, Jim and I could clearly hear Eddie's mouth filling up with pee and and his repeated gulping to get it down before it overflowed.

"That's right, boy!" Jim said, again cheerleading. "Drink that fuckin' piss! Suck it all outta his stink little ass!"

I was surprised how long it took him to do this, and the idea that Eddie had taken not just a leak but a MAJOR leak in Tyler's ass was a tremendous turn-on. Now I understood why the little blond had groaned and grimaced: So much piss had gushed through his guts that it had caused him to cramp up.

After what seemed like an eternity, the last of Eddie's urine finally drained out of Tyler's asshole. When Eddie moved his head back to take a look, we could see a thick, yellowish-white glob oozing out of the blond's anus. We all stared as if hypnotized as it slowly drooled out, approaching the boy's balls. Just as it reached the tight little white sac, I lunged forward, pushing Eddie out of the way, and began to lap it up, starting with the glob itself then working my way up until I was digging my tongue in the nine-year-old's shithole, wondering all the while if it was mostly Eddie's sperm or my own that I was consuming.

I had barely settled into reaming Tyler out when I felt his anus flex and he farted right in my mouth. I sucked in the funky fumes and breathed them out again through my nostrils, savoring the shitty aroma of the little white boy's gas.

"How his poont smell, Cuz?" Jim asked me. "Good?"

"Mm-hm," I hummed, my nose now pressed in the blond's ass crack.

"That's 'cause you just like Eddie--a fuckin' poont-smellin' pussy."

Yeah, I smiled to myself as I continued to sniff Tyler's fart, just don't call him a knot-head.

Once I'd had my fill of ass gas and come, I pulled my face from between Tyler's pale cheeks and pointed out to him how Eddie had stretched out face-down on the blanket, an open anal invitation. The nine-year-old wasted no time getting up and taking his place on top of the ten-year-old. To make it easier for him, Eddie reached back and spread his own ass cheeks apart, and Tyler eagerly poised the head of his cocklet against my little cousin's expanded, come-filled asshole then pushed, burying himself to the balls.

"Oohhh," Eddie moaned, tensing up a little but quickly relaxing again since he was used to having much bigger erections jammed up his ass. Right away Tyler began to bang his butt with authority, his little white ass bucking furiously as he repeatedly shoved his stiffy up Eddie's behind.

"Yeah, Tyler, stuff that black boonkie!" Jim yelled, now pulling on his rapidly re-hardening prong as he continued to rub my ass. "Stuff him like he stuffed you!"

While I wasn't sure how much "stuffing" Tyler's three-and-a-half-inch prick was really doing to Eddie's asshole, it was sure fun to watch how enthusiastically he was working at it, his ruddy marble-sized balls bouncing off the ten-year-old's booty with every inward thrust, and Eddie lifting his ass--just like Tyler had done--to make the penetration as deep as possible.

"GodDAMN!" Jim said to me, jacking his prick and playing with my ass even more vigorously. "Watchin' those little fuckers is makin' me horny all over again," and about two seconds after he said it, I felt his middle finger wander along my ass crack then poke into my anus, making me flinch.

"Come on, Cuz, gimme a little bit of butt," Jim whispered in my ear as he continued to goose me. "You KNOW you want me to do you again, so give it up."

I turned my head and was met by those haunting hazel eyes and a mischievous smile. I couldn't help smiling back or feeling goose bumps rising up all over my body, as if Jim's finger were sending an electric charge through my system. I also couldn't help feeling flattered. Never having seen myself as particularly good looking, I always felt instantly handsome and special whenever my very sexy cousin came on to me. And if he was telling me that I wanted him to fuck me again, then that's exactly what I wanted, and I was more than willing to "give it up."

"Let's wait for them to finish first," I whispered back. "so they can watch us."

Jim laughed. "Sure, Cuz, that's a good idea. The little pussies ain't never seen us fuck before, so we can show 'em how the big boys do it, right Bro?"

"Right," I said, turning my attention back to the balling boys. Because Tyler was giving Eddie the same kind of jackrabbit fuck that Eddie had given him, it wasn't long before the little blond's orgasm swept over him and, with a squeal, he clamped himself against Eddie's back and began to tremble.

"Aah! Aah! Aah!" he panted, and at that moment I imagined that I was Eddie and that Jim's finger was Tyler's pecker, and as soon as that thought hit me I felt my asshole begin to contract, gently squeezing that finger the same way Eddie's asshole was no doubt clinching its own little invader, milking whatever few drops of come it could out of the prepubescent white boy's balls.

Afterwards the two boys just continued to lie there, one atop the other, basking in the languid aftermath of their fuck. Jim watched them for maybe a minute, just enough time for Tyler's pud to shrink and pop out of Eddie's pooper, then he walked over and put his foot on Tyler's butt.

"Hey, y'all, get up," he said. "Me and Cousin Tommy wanna show y'all somethin'."

Scrambling to disconnect, the boys were soon sitting side by side with their legs crossed, eager to know what we wanted them to see.

"I want y'all to watch me fuck Cousin Tommy in his New York boonkie."

When the boys heard this they looked at me and giggled, and that giggling increased after I gazed at Jim with my mouth open in mock surprise.

"See, y'all, I bet Cousin Tommy that I could do him up his butt better than any of his New York friends, since all that good country food we be eatin' down here be makin' our dicks grow bigger than them city boys' dicks. And you know what he said?"

"What?" the two boys asked together.

"He said I was storyin'!"

"Oooo!" Eddie and Tyler responded, feigning amazement at my disbelief of what country boys could do.

"So to win the bet, I gotta show him it's true, right y'all?"

"Right!" they both yelled.

"You heard 'em, Cuz," Jim said, once again smiling seductively at me. "I think it's time for you to turn around and bend over, so I can prove I'm right."

That was my cue, but instead of just "assuming the position," I decided to deviate from the script a little by doing what Eddie and Tyler did, so I smiled back at Jim then got into a wrestling stance. "If you want my butt, little cousin, you're gonna have to take it."

Grinning, Jim mimicked my stance. "Okay, Cuz, if that's the way you want it. But remember--rasslin' is another thing us country boys are pretty good at."

So there we were on the front lawn, naked as jaybirds and sporting big stiff dicks as we circled each other in a crouch, each looking to gain an advantage over the other. We ended up grabbing each other around the shoulders at the same time, after which we moved back and forth, jockeying for position. I was surprised how strong he was; he seemed to be able to push me backwards whenever he wanted while I had trouble doing the same to him. Then, suddenly, he let go of me and, dropping down low, grabbed my legs before I had a chance to pull them back or widen my stance. The next thing I knew, I was on my back and fighting to keep him from turning me over.

"Get him, Cousin Jimmy, get him!" the two boys cheered, now jumping up and down as Jim and I continued to grapple. Even though I knew I would eventually give up, I kept struggling because I was thoroughly enjoying the moment. The flexing of Jim's muscles against mine, the smell of his sweat, and the sound of his breathing were all very sensual, making the perfect foreplay for the impending ass fuck.

Finally I decided to relax, and two seconds later, Jim flipped me over and straddled my back. But I wasn't finished playing hard to get, keeping my head down and my ass cheeks tightly clenched. I knew what was probably coming next, so I wasn't all that surprised when I felt a stinging slap on my ass, though the unexpectedly loud noise stunned the two boys into silence.

"Come on, Cuz, open up that boonkie!" Jim demanded.

At that point I decided that Jim had worked hard enough and deserved his reward. "Okay, you win," I conceded. "But let's do it on the blanket."

No sooner had I said it than I felt myself being hoisted up, carried over to the blanket, and deposited there face down.

"Hey, y'all," Jim called to the boys, who were still standing where they were when they'd heard the slap. "Come closer so you can get a better look."

As if coming out of a trance, the boys suddenly took off running, rushing over so fast that they stumbled and nearly fell on top of us; but they quickly regained their balance and took up positions on either side of us, cooing their approval as Jim spread my cheeks apart and dribbled spit into my asshole. As I lay there, I suddenly felt very exposed. While the four of us had certainly fucked in front of each other, this was the first time that everyone's attention was focused on me, and the idea of an audience watching me get my ass plowed was a bit intimidating. But my consternation immediately began to evaporate when I felt the bulbous head of Jim's cock nudging my anus.

"Yeah, fuck him up his butt, Cousin Jimmy!" Eddie yelled.

"Yeah, up his New York butt!" Tyler added.

Now I was not only the center of attraction but an object of derision as well, because of where I was from. It was as if this were suddenly the Civil War and I was a Yankee being tortured by his three Rebel captors. But instead of hoping for a reprieve, this POW couldn't wait for his punishment to continue. This happened just a second or so later, when Jim shoved himself into me, which caused me to jerk forward and grunt, which caused the two boys to cheer. I then just lay there holding my breath and pushing my sphincter out as Jim's dick descended into my entrails. And I could hear oohs and aahs coming from behind me, as watching the Northerner get his butt skewered obviously appealed to these little Southern boys. It wasn't long before I felt Jim's balls pressing against the pones of my ass.

"Look, Ty," I heard Eddie say. "Cousin Jimmy's thing is all the way up Cousin Tommy's butt."

"Up his New York butt!" Tyler again added, and the boys began to giggle uncontrollably.

"Okay, y'all," Jim said, his voice strained and his dick throbbing in my rectum. "Get ready to watch me play Bang the Boonkie with Cousin Tommy."

This elicited another round of giggles from the boys until Jim began to withdraw his boner, upon which the laughing suddenly stopped, replaced by gasps.

"Ewww! Look at all that doodie on his penis!" Tyler remarked.

"Yeah, he's giving him a 'shitty deal' just like I did," said Eddie.

Hearing this, I anticipated cleaning Jim off the same way the boys had cleaned us, which also happened to be the way I had cleaned him off last summer, when I'd offered up my ass to him for his virgin venture into anal sex. But before I could ponder this any further, I felt Jim's dick begin its return trip to the bottom of my asshole. Seconds later, his nuts were again resting against my ass cheeks. Then he slid out of me again and pushed inside again, gradually increasing his speed with every stroke until he was fully immersed in playing Bang the Boonkie.

"Dang! He's doin' him REAL hard," said Tyler. "Think it hurts?"

"No, it don't hurt," Eddie casually replied, as if he were an established authority on anal sex. "He's used to gettin' it hard like that, so it's probably feelin' good to him, now."

"Is that true, Cuz?" Jim now asked me, his voice a raspy whisper as his crotch repeatedly slapped against my ass. "Is that dick up your butt startin' to feel good 'round 'bout now?"

"Ooh, yeaaahhh," I moaned as I began to jut my ass back to meet his forward thrusts. "Just keep it up. Keep doing me."

As Jim obliged me--to the continued delight of the boys--I thought about another time, last summer, when all the grown-ups had also been away. I think it was the day they had decided to visit our great aunt and, realizing how bored Jim and I would be if we went with them, told us we could stay home. There was a dresser with a huge mirror in our grandparents' room, and Jim and I had always said that, if we ever got the chance, we would use it to watch ourselves fuck. But if we did that, we realized we would need enough time not only to screw but to let room air out afterwards, to eliminate any telltale sex smells. So as soon as we saw Grandpa's car disappear into the woods that day, we stripped and made a beeline for his and Grandma's room.

Because the dresser was on the side of the room, we knew that if we lay across the foot of the bed, we'd be able to see ourselves clearly in the mirror. So after we covered the bedspread with one of Jim's sheets, I prepared to get on the bed on my hands and knees, facing away from the mirror so we could both look back and see Jim's dick penetrating my poop chute. But as I was about to get into position, Jim stopped me: "No, wait. I wanna do it face-to-face this time."

This surprised me because Jim had always fucked me from the "power" position, often grabbing the back of my head and pushing my face into the mattress as he violently rammed his rod up my ass. So I was eager to try this new position, in this new place, because I was curious to see if it would cause my handsome cousin to fuck my ass in a new way.

Well, it did. Not only did he fuck me more slowly, almost tenderly, but during the entire time, neither one of us ever closed our eyes, alternating between looking in the mirror and gazing into each other's faces. A couple of times, Jim and I exchanged glances in the mirror, and it was exciting to see, in a single reflection, our strained expressions, his smooth light-skinned buns pumping up and down, and his super-hard dick repeatedly plunging to the balls into my receptive asshole. Then Jim shot his load, and when he finally pulled out of me, after lying on top of me for a long time, we again looked in the mirror, this time exchanging a smile as we watched his sperm slowly bubble up out of my rectum and ooze down my ass crack. And as the flowing spunk formed a sticky white puddle on the sheet under my ass, it suddenly occurred to me that this was probably the room in which both Jim's mother and mine were conceived, and that thought just added to the perversity of two male grandsons fucking in their grandparents' bed.

"Dang!" Tyler again exclaimed, jolting me out of my daydream. "Now he's doin' him even HARDER!"

Indeed, Jim was really sticking it to me now, grunting loudly as he drove his dick deep in my asshole and showering me with sweat every time our bodies collided. This was nothing like the controlled fuck he'd given me in Grandma and Grandpa's bed; it was much more like an anal version of the mouth fuck he'd given me behind the toolshed two days ago, when the talk of what we were going to do to Tyler made him so horny that he had to relieve the pressure then and there. This was a brutal, bone-rattling, booty-busting fuck that was intended not only to show me and the boys what a mini muscle stud he was, but also to prove to us what a pussy I was to take such an ass battering from someone three years younger than me.

But now that my "bottom" had fully re-surfaced, all hesitation about having an audience had vanished, and the idea that these children were watching me get my butt brutally plugged turned me on as much as the fact that it was my cute cousin who was doing it, and with each thrust of Jim's tool and every exclamation from the two boys, I found myself getting hornier and hornier.

"Fuck me, Jim!" I heard myself cry out. "Fuck me hard! Stir my fuckin' turds!"

My words seemed to have an immediate effect on my cousin because about half a dozen strokes later, he jammed his pole as far up my ass as he could then clung to me like a starfish.

"Fuck! I'm comin'!" he shouted. "Take it, Cuz! Take it all right up your fuckin' ass!"

As the fourteen-year-old lay trembling against my back, I could feel his thick cock throbbing deep inside me, filling my shithole with the hot, slimy evidence of his youthful lust. The intense, almost intoxicating feeling of receiving my cousin's reproductive seed in my guts not only caused my rectum to flex spasmodically, milking even more of that seed out of him, but set off my own orgasm as well.

"Shit! I'm coming, too!" I panted, and as soon as those word were out of my mouth, I heard Tyler ask, "What you doin'?" after which I felt a pair of lips fasten themselves to the head of my dick. That's when I knew that Eddie had decided my sperm should not go to waste, and the idea that I would be feeding to my little cousin the substance which his own lewd acts had helped my body to produce made me ejaculate even more intensely, and I damn near strangled the ten-year-old as I shot my load down his throat.

Afterwards, Jim and I stayed where we were, trying to catch our breath. Only when I felt Eddie pull his mouth off my dick and crawl from under me did I slowly slide downwards, dislodging Jim's softening prick from my asshole then continuing down until I was lying flat on the blanket. When a light breeze came up and I felt a rush of cool air behind me, I had a good sense of just how much my cousin's cock had stretched me open. Then I felt something leaking out of me, slowly dribbling down my ass crack and onto my balls; and apparently a certain little person was intent on not letting this sperm go to waste either, because I suddenly felt small fingers prying my ass cheeks apart, followed by a trembling little tongue poking into my anus.

"Yeah, Eddie," I sighed. "Do it. Lick that come outta my ass."

"And you clean that shit off my dick, you little fuck!" I heard Jim say, and I was able to turn my head far enough to the side to see Jim standing there, his limp dick protruding from Tyler's mouth and his strong hands steadying the boy's head as, frowning, the little blond sucked the teenager's soiled schlong. And I wasn't all that surprised when, about thirty seconds later, I heard a muffled squeal followed by the now-familiar sound of loud, desperate gulping.

"Yeah, drink that piss, bitch!" Jim growled. "I been savin' it just for you."

As I watched them, I wondered if Jim had said this in just being his usual domineering self or if this time he actually meant it. Maybe earlier, when he was peeing in Tyler's face and the boy didn't voluntarily open his mouth the way Eddie did, Jim had gotten miffed and had deliberately rehydrated himself with the soda in anticipation of this very moment. Then I wondered how much of the original flavor of the grape Nehi remained in the teenager's piss as it streamed down the little white boy's throat.

For the next few minutes, I just lay there recovering from the ass fuck while enjoying the sight and sound of Jim pissing in Tyler's mouth and the feeling of Eddie's tongue in my ass. Indeed my little cousin seemed to be trying his best to suck out every last drop of Jim's semen, and his enthusiasm made me wonder what it would be like to have him back home with me in New York. He could accompany me on each of my sexual outings, to watch me being fucked up the ass by a variety of virile young males, and after they came, he could lick their sperm out of me. And, of course, we would also share their precious anal gifts, perhaps even lying side by side as each handsome stud took half a shit in my mouth and half in Eddie's, then pissed in both our faces as we wolfed it down.

As I pondered this obscene scenario, I realized that we were quickly coming up on the time when our very own handsome stud usually took his daily shit, and I was eager to see whose mouth he took it in. We had already discussed how Tyler didn't seem to be the kind of natural shit geek that Eddie and I were. "But that don't mean he can't LEARN to be one," Jim had said; I wondered, though, how the teenager intended to go about teaching him without scaring the life out of the nine-year-old. Then it occurred to me that, at this very moment, Jim was giving Tyler his very first lesson in piss drinking by taking a full-fledged whiz right in his mouth, forcing him to swallow it, and in light of this, I re-considered: Maybe getting him to take that next big step wouldn't be as hard as I'd imagined.

I was in the midst of this second-guessing when Jim, having emptied his bladder, snatched his dick out of Tyler's mouth (leaving the boy coughing while piss/spit dribbled down his chin) and gestured with his head for me to come over, so he could speak to me in private. I reluctantly got up, dislodging Eddie's tongue from my asshole, and walked over to where Jim was standing. Grabbing my arm, he pulled me all the way to the edge of the lawn.

"Listen, Cuz, you know I gotta doonkie now, right?" I nodded. "Well, I'm gonna do a 'Follow the Leader' thing so I can get that little blue-eyed fucker to eat it."

I wasn't sure what he meant, but I had developed enough confidence in the fourteen-year-old to believe that he would somehow make it happen.

"Okay, y'all," Jim announced to us, "we only have time to do one more thing before they get back. It's time for y'all to eat some doonkie!"

As soon as Jim said this, he, Eddie and I all looked at Tyler. The little blond's mouth had dropped open, his eyes had gotten wide, and his face seemed to be turning a shade whiter.

"Hey, boy, you ever ate any doonkie before?" Jim asked, already knowing the answer.

The terrified little boy just shook his head, apparently forgetting that he had just finished tasting the remnants of my turd on Jim's dick and had licked his own shit off my dick after the swing fuck.

"Well, you seen Cousin Tommy eat yours, right?"

Tyler glanced at me before giving Jim a quick nod.

"And did it make him sick?"

Again the little blond glanced at me before mumbling "no."

"Well, remember this: You a member of the JETT Club now, and no matter how nasty we get, we'll never do nothin' to make a member of OUR club sick, you hear?"

Right away the boy's face relaxed a little (though he still looked scared) and he nodded.

"Good. Now all three of y'all come over here."

When we were all standing in front of the fourteen-year-old, he smiled, turned around, and got down on his hands and knees, not on the blanket but on the grass itself. For the umpteenth time I stood there admiring the beauty of his unblemished light-skinned ass.

"Okay, y'all," Jim said, turning his head back to look at us. "I'm gonna let it out slow--real slow--and as soon as a good-sized chunk is stickin' outta my boonkie, I want each one of y'all to take it in your mouth, chew it up real good, and swallow it. But don't do nothin' till I SAY so, okay?"

Eddie, Tyler and I all nodded. Seeing this, Jim nodded back then turned around again and bent way over, folding his arms and tucking the top of his head into them, thus causing his ass to stick way up in the breeze. As soon as he did this, the two boys and I all got down on our hands and knees behind him. For the next several seconds, the three of us focused on the teenager's pucker, watching in fascination as it slowly swelled open to eventually reveal the meaty brown mass inside.

"Hey, y'all, get ready!" Jim called out to us.

As I continued to huddle with the two boys, I whispered, "Eddie, you get the first turd, I'll get the next one, and Tyler, you get the one after that, okay?"

The boys nodded and we all crawled closer to Jim's ass, close enough to smell his shit as the odor of it began to radiate out of his still-expanding asshole. Moving in until his mouth was only inches away from Jim's anus, Eddie continued to wait, his eyes locked in on the growing turd, until a good two inches of it had pushed out of the teenager's colon, upon which the ten-year-old leaned forward, carefully placing his lips around the shit, and pulled to the side, breaking it off. Then he backed up and just sat back on his haunches looking at us with his cousin's shit hanging out of his mouth.

I quickly took Eddie's place, staring intently at Jim's poop chute as his shit continued to inch out. I too waited until at least two inches of it had slid out of his rectum before I dove in, taking the turd in my mouth then pulling it to the side to break it off. Then I also sat back, triumphantly holding Jim's shit in my mouth.

Having watched Eddie and me, Tyler knew exactly what to do, though I could tell by the look on his face that he was not exactly overjoyed about doing it. Still, just as Jim had predicted, he played "Follow the Lead" and dutifully took his turn behind the fourteen-year-old's shitting ass. Glancing at each other, Eddie and I began to tug at our tools in anticipation. The very sight of the naked little white boy kneeling there, his abundant blond hair shimmering in the sunlight as he waited patiently to be fed a turd out of Jim's ass, was turning me on like crazy. And when Jim's shit suddenly appeared and Tyler leaned forward, took it between his lips, and broke it off, I damn near came prematurely.

"Okay, y'all," Jim said, closing his sphincter and turning around to face us. For a moment he just stared us, smiling and shaking his head as we all sat there like puppy dogs, each of us holding a piece of his shit in our mouths; then he said, "On the count of three, start chewing--one, two, THREE!"

Now it was a competition, not to see who could eat Jim's turd the fastest but to see who could chew it up the best. Eddie and I were, of course, already off to the races, staring closely at each other as we bit repeatedly into our cousin's shit, mashing it up between our molars while keeping our mouths wide open, so we could each see the mucky brown mess on the other's teeth and tongue. Tyler was having a harder time, frowning severely while chewing much more hesitantly, his mouth nearly closed, and stopping every few seconds to heave, thoroughly disgusted by the thought of what he was chewing on. To his credit, though, he never spit it out; and once he realized how little actual taste there was to it, he stepped up his chewing, though not to the point of making a spectacle of himself the way Eddie and I were.

"Okay, you fuckin' perverts, SWALLOW it!" Jim ordered.

As soon as the words left Jim's mouth, Eddie, Tyler and I all looked at each other then simultaneously gulped, delivering the teenager's shit down our throats and into out tummies.

"Now lemme see," said Jim, and we all turned to him, opened our mouths, and stuck out our shit-coated tongues, showing him that we had indeed swallowed his poop.

"Good," he said, after examining our mouths; then he turned away from us again. "Now let's do it again 'cause there's still a lotta doonkie up in there for y'all to eat. But this time I want y'all to lay down 'cause it'll come out easier that way."

So first Eddie lay face up on the dirty blanket, his mouth wide open, and Tyler and I watched as Jim squatted over his face and dropped a hefty hunk of shit in it. Then I stretched out, and the two boys watched as Jim shit another thick turd into my mouth. Finally Tyler, still reluctant, lay down, opening his mouth but also shutting his eyes, as if not seeing what he was about to take into his mouth would make the experience a little less repulsive.

Jim glanced back and him and smiled; then he looked at Eddie and me and mouthed that we should start chewing up what we were still holding between our lips, but he also put a finger to his lips, indicating that we should do so quietly. As soon as we started to chew, he steadied his ass over Tyler's face and, again looking over at the two of us, winked.

Eddie and I gazed mezmerized at Jim's anus as it again swelled open and another pasty light-brown lump appeared. But instead of slowly exiting the teenager's shit chute, as the other turds had, this turd was rushing out , so fast that it made a slight smacking noise as it pushed past his sphincter. Only then did I realize what Jim's wink had meant: Eddie and I had gotten all of the shit out of him we were going to get today; all the rest was meant for Tyler.

"Take that shit, you little blue-eyed fucker!" Jim shouted as he dumped his load in the nine-year-old's mouth. "Your mouth was big enough to hold two dicks, so it should be big enough to hold all my fuckin' doonkie, too!"

"Nnnnnngh!" Tyler groaned, and Eddie and I both stopped chewing and just stared in stunned silence as an extended rope of Jim's semisoft shit rapidly filled the little white boy's mouth then overflowed it, curling up on his chin. Then the handsome black teenager's anus squeezed shut, but a second later it opened up again and a fresh turd pushed out, plopping thickly on top of the shit that already filled Tyler's mouth. After depositing one last wet chunk of turd on Tyler's nose, Jim lifted up, turned around, and stared down with disgust at the defiled face of the nine-year-old.

"Eat my shit, boy! Eat it!!" Jim screamed at him.

At first the little blond just gagged on the stinking pile of poop that sat so thickly in his wide open mouth, incensed that Jim had dumped nearly the entire contents of his bowels into his oral cavity. But after a while he began to chew, whining the whole time, and the three of us watched in awe as the massive mound started to move and, little by little, began to descend into the boy's mouth.

"I KNEW that boy could take my doonkie!" Jim yelled triumphantly. "That big ol' mouth was just MADE to go to the bathroom in!"

I looked closely at Tyler to see his reaction to this remark. It was one thing to know that you were special because your mouth could accommodate two dicks, but it was another thing altogether to know that you were special because your mouth was the perfect toilet. I smiled as I suddenly imagined Jim as an elementary school guidance counselor sitting at his desk telling Tyler and his mom, "Mrs. Robinson, our tests have determined that your boy is best suited for having people doonkie in his mouth. Here, let me show you."

But as I studied the boy's face, as he continued to chew up Jim's shit, he gave no indication that the teenager's words had had any effect on him. Yes, that look of indignation at being shitted in the mouth in the first place was still there, but Tyler seemed no more distressed now than he had before. In fact, if anything, he appeared LESS mortified, as if he had again--as he had done so many times last night--resigned himself to his fate and was simply trying to make his way through yet another depraved sexual practice of this weird club.

For the next several minutes Tyler continued to labor on the mouthful of feces, stopping only long enough to rest his aching jaws. Meanwhile Jim, Eddie and I took turns leaning over and spitting into his mouth, trying to help soften up the lumpy load, making it easier for him to chew. Soon the smelly shit was mushy enough for the fourth-grader to chew with his mouth closed, and with his lips puckered and his cheeks still fairly packed, he smacked on the excrement only a little while longer before gulping loudly. Then he just lay there for a moment, his eyes still shut tight until, finally, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to show us that Jim's shit was gone.

"Gooood!" Jim said, nodding as he grinned at the little white boy. But then the fourteen-year-old's grin quickly turned devious and, giving Eddie and me another wink, he spun around and again squatted over Tyler's head. Before my little cousin and I could fully react to what he was about to do, Jim sat down on the boy's face.

"Mmpphh!!" Tyler responded, as shocked as we were by this new development. But when he instinctively made a move to push the teenager off his face, Eddie and I reached over and restrained his arms, just as Jim to began to slide his ass back and forth, smearing shit all over Tyler's face as well as his own ass. It was one of the nastiest things I'd ever witnessed...and it was turning me on like crazy!

When Jim finally got up, he, Eddie and I looked at Tyler and started laughing because he had been magically transformed from a white kid into a black one, at least from the neck up, as Jim's shit covered the nine-year-old's entire face like a mud pack.

"What's so funny?" Tyler whimpered, at last cracking his eyes open a slit.

"Wait a minute," said Jim. "Don't move--don't do nothin'--and I'll show you." He then dashed in the house, returning quickly with a small mirror. "Okay, y'all, let him go."

Eddie and I released Tyler's arms, and when he sat up, Jim held the mirror in front of his face, causing the boy's blue eyes to stretch wide open.

"See? Now YOU get to be 'black and proud' like us," Jim said with a chuckle, and as Eddie and I joined in the laughter, Tyler, almost against his will, began to giggle as well. But after we all got a good laugh, we had to get down to business again--Jim's business--as the teenager again got on his hands and knees then looked at Eddie and me and said, "Come on, y'all--start cleanin' us off."

I immediately urged Tyler to lie back down then leaned over him and began to go to work on his face, smacking loudly as I used my lips and tongue to suck Jim's shit off it. Right beside us, Eddie had his face buried between Jim's butt cheeks, slurping just as loudly as he licked the shit out of his cousin's heavily soiled ass crack. Through this particular phase of our shit play, there were no words exchanged--no commands and no responses--just moans and heavy breathing, mostly from Eddie and me as we wallowed in one of our favorite fetishes. Then we switched up, and I moved over to Jim to continue lapping the thick smears of shit off his ass while Eddie took over for me in slurping shit off his playmate's cute kisser. Before long, Tyler was beginning to look more like a white boy again, and Jim was looking less like he'd had an accident on himself. When I was done cleaning Jim's ass cheeks and crack and began to focus in on cleaning his anus, though, he pulled away from me.

"No, wait," he said. "I wanna clean the doonkie outta my butthole a different way."

Still on his hands and knees, Jim turned around to watch Eddie and Tyler, waiting patiently until he was satisfied that the ten-year-old had licked as much shit as he could off the nine-year-old's face. He then told Tyler to crawl over to him and stick the crown of his head in his ass crack, upon which the teenager began to wipe his ass in the boy's hair; and Tyler helped him do this, first by keeping his head perfectly still as Jim bobbed his butt, then by moving his head in little circles as Jim held his ass cheeks apart. When Tyler eventually pulled his head back, it looked like a stylist had experimented on him by adding brunet highlights to his blond hair. Again Jim, Eddie and I couldn't help laughing, and again, after seeing himself in the mirror, Tyler couldn't help joining us in our laughter.

Afterwards Jim felt it was only fair that Eddie get a new hairstyle too, and since the teenager and I were horny again, both of us having been turned on by the shit play, we decided to add some silver highlights to the ten-year-old's short black hair. Eddie eagerly kneeled down on the blanket, and Jim and I stood in front of him, our rock-hard boners pointing to the sky. The thought of what we were about to do was causing our libidos to peak, so we only had to give ourselves a few quick tugs to trigger our "highlighters."

"Fuck!" I heard Jim hiss, and just like when he'd fucked me, I was right behind him, uttering a "shit!" as we began to shoot our loads on Eddie's head. Because it had been only a short time ago that Jim and I had come, I wasn't expecting this sperm shower to last long. So I was more than a little surprised to see how much we were ejaculating, as rope after pearly rope of come squirted first out of my cock then out of Jim's, slopping wetly onto Eddie's scalp, causing Tyler to coo with joy every time we anointed his friend. When we had once again emptied our nuts, Jim and I wiped off the excess spunk in Eddie's face. Then we stepped back to get a better look at our little cousin, marvelling at how the sticky strands of semen stretched all the way from our piss holes to his cheeks. Of course the two of us, along with Tyler, began to laugh, especially after Eddie made a silly face; then the ten-year-old asked to see himself in the mirror, and when he did, he began to cackle like crazy, saying how his head looked like a chocolate cake with vanilla icing on top.

But it was getting late, now, and as we joked about what Mrs. Robinson and Aunt Betty would think of their sons' funky new hairstyles, we knew we had to quickly get rid all evidence of what we had been doing. This began with Tyler and me licking the come off Eddie's head, both of us stopping every now and then to pull a stray hair out of our mouths. When we had lapped off all we could, Jim grabbed up the blanket and mirror and we all dashed back to the porch, to gather up our clothes, then sprinted into the house. After dropping everything off in Jim's room, we headed for the bathroom, where we took a four-boy shower, laughing as we soaped each other up, shampooed each other's hair, and rinsed each other off. When we finally stepped out of the bathtub and toweled each other off, we were all squeaky clean. Jim then returned to his room while Eddie, Tyler and I hung back to complete our cleanup by brushing our teeth and gargling, washing away the remnants of Jim's shit. Only when we had all returned to Jim's room and gotten dressed did I move to adjourn the meeting of The JETT Club. A voice vote carried that motion, and by the time we heard Grandpa's car coming up the road, the four of us were sprawled out in the living room watching TV.

"So did y'all do anything special while we were out shopping?" asked Aunt Joanie as Jim and I helped carry bags of groceries from the car to the house.

Jim stopped walking and, glancing at me, smiled, which made me nervous, since I knew how much he liked to play the double entendre game with his mom. At the same time I was interested in hearing what he came up with this time.

"Well, Ma, first Tyler opened his mouth real wide and somethin' went in it."

"What? Like a gnat?"

"No, it was bigger than a gnat. And he swallowed it."

"Is he okay?"

"Yeah, he's fine," Jim said, again glancing at me and smirking, "but he said his throat was a little sore. Anyway, after that we all got in the swing for a while, then we started rasslin', then the guys said they were hungry, so I fed 'em."

"Well, I hope you didn't give those boys enough to spoil their appetites, 'cause you know I'll be fixing dinner soon."

"No, don't worry, Ma. I don't think there was enough in there to fill 'em up...was there, Tommy?" Jim asked, his smirk ever present as he turned to me.

"No," I said, returning Jim's smirk, "but I think Tyler may have eaten a little more than Eddie and me did."

"Yeah," Jim added, "and he's a sloppy eater, too, 'cause he got it all over his face."

"Well, I'd better let his mother know he ate already," said Aunt Joanie, "'cause she'll probably want him to wait till he gets home to have dinner."

At that point, Jim and I continued into the house with the grocery bags we were still holding, waiting until we were well inside before cracking up with laughter. But the improvised word play had made both of us horny all over again, and with the grown-ups back and Eddie and Tyler off playing somewhere, we saw no easy way of getting our rocks off one more time.

But my country cousin and I had become very inventive when it came to sex, and as we snuck off to the tobacco barn to hold an emergency officers' meeting of the JETT Club, I suddenly wished that I had the power to freeze time and make my two-week vacation last forever.

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