Small Tops Big Bottoms

Small Tops, Big Bottoms - Part 1 by Coproman

As a kid certain events occur in your life that are so memorable that they stay with you straight through adulthood. Sometimes they're good, sometimes they're bad, but as a kid you tend not to look at them that way. Yeah, your parents may WANT you to, but rather than being judgmental, most kids just accept those events as learning experiences on the road to becoming a grown-up.

I was fortunate enough to have not just one but several such memorable experiences, starting in 1981, when I was ten years old. Not only did they leave an impression on me that I carry with me to this day, they also forced me to acknowledge something buried deep inside me and that most likely would have stayed buried had I not been given an opportunity to let it out. That's why I will always be grateful to Devon, my childhood friend, for deciding to let me in on his dirty little secret.

Devon and I lived next door to each other in a huge apartment building in the South Bronx, not too far from Yankee Stadium. The building was so big that even today I'm not sure how many apartments were in it. But let's put it this way: When Halloween rolled around and Devon and I went trick-or-treating, we never once ventured outside but still collected enough candy to last us through Christmas.

One reason we were able to gather so many goodies was because a lot of Devon's family members lived in the building--uncles, aunts, and a host of cousins. Looking at most of these people--who were either dark-skinned with nappy hair (like me) or very light-skinned with straight hair (like Devon's siblings)--you would never have known they were even related to Devon, who looked like a typical light-skinned black kid, with his big brown eyes, close-cropped hair, and prominent little butt. That's because Devon was a "Niggerican," meaning his father was black and his mother was Puerto Rican, so his features were a perfect mulatto blend.

Anyway, Devon and I, a few of his brothers and sisters, and a bunch of his cousins all went to the same elementary school; and as I think back on it now I recall how the boys used to huddle together and giggle about somebody they called Cousin Marcus. But whenever I asked what was so funny, Devon would say, "Nothin'. Just stupid family stuff." I never pressed him on it because it wasn't all that important to me...until the day it interfered with my play time.

It happened one Saturday as Devon and I were preparing to go to the park. Playing there was an indulgence we were allowed only on weekends, so I was eager to get going. But when we got on the elevator, Devon pressed 2 instead of 1.

"Hey, what's up? I thought we was goin' to the park," I said.

"We are, but first I gotta do somethin'."

"What?"

He hesitated for a moment then said, "I gotta do a number two."

"Why didn't you go before we left your house?" I asked, not even trying to hide my annoyance.

"'Cause I'd rather go at my cousin's house."

"Why? What's so special about your cousin's toilet? It's made outta gold or somethin'?"

"No, not exactly," Devon said, giving me a wry smile. "But there IS somethin' special about goin' at his house."

"What?"

"You'll see."

Still annoyed, but at the same time intrigued, I followed Devon to the second floor, where we crossed over to other side of the building then walked all the way down the hall until we came to the last door. The name on the door read "M. Morales," but the first initial didn't register until Devon rang the doorbell. That's when I remembered his older cousin's name.

"So is M. Morales the Cousin Marcus you guys are always laughin' about?" I asked in a whisper.

Devon smiled. "Yep...and now you gonna see why we think he's so funny."

When I heard the door being unlocked, I stepped slightly to the side, so when Marcus first opened the door, the only one he saw was Devon. Right away his whole face lit up, and he was about to say something. But when he looked past Devon and saw me, his smile disappeared and he looked nervous.

"This my friend Tyrone," Devon said before Marcus could ask. An awkward little silence followed until Devon added, "He cool," after which Marcus recovered about half of his smile and reached out and shook my hand.

"Nice to meet you, Tyrone. Come on in, guys."

Once we were inside, there was another awkward silence as the three of us just stood there looking at each other. Marcus was tall (maybe about six feet), fair-skinned, and looked to be in his twenties. You could tell that he worked out, because he looked very fit in his loose shorts and tight tee-shirt. He also had a head full of dark curly hair and the kinds of facial features that made his race and nationality hard to figure out. Depending on the time of day, he looked either black, Latino or Asian.

Though he had invited us in, Marcus still looked nervous and didn't seem to know what to do or say. Then Devon made some kind of gesture, and as soon as Marcus saw it, he said, "Excuse me a minute, guys" and dashed down the hall, leaving us standing in the middle of the living room.

I began to check out the decor of the place. It was definitely not what I imagined the typical bachelor pad to look like. Everything was neat and clean, and I suspected this was true of every other room in the house. I figured that maybe Devon liked going to the bathroom here simply because it was so different from the hit-by-a-hurricane look of his family's apartment. And as soon as that thought came to me, I suddenly remembered why we were here.

"Wait a minute," I said. "I thought you had to go to the bathroom."

"I do," said Devon.

"Then why you still standin' here?"

Looking away from me, Devon said, "'Cause...uhh...I think he in there right now, so I have to wait."

I knew Devon was lying, but I wasn't sure why. Why would he lie about something like that? If he was here for some other reason, why didn't he just tell me? Since he'd dragged me along with him, he obviously wanted me to be in on whatever was going on. So what was the big deal?

A couple of minutes later, Marcus called to us from wherever he was: "Okay, guys, you can join me now."

"Join" him? I looked at Devon, but he just smiled at me and said, "Come on. This is so cool."

So I followed my friend down the hall, and when we passed the bathroom, it confirmed that he had lied to me, but by then I was too curious to call him on it. Continuing down the hall, we walked straight into the bedroom, where Marcus, now wearing a frilly pink robe and looking a little embarrassed, was sitting at the foot of his bed. I was about to ask Devon why his cousin had changed out of his clothes, but before I could, I saw something on the other side of the room that stopped me dead in my tracks: A big piece of clear plastic was spread out on the floor, and on top of it sat a black metal chair with short legs, but in place of the usual cushioned seat was a toilet seat! Even though my brain quickly put two and two together and my prick was already getting hard in anticipation of whatever freak show I knew I was about to witness, I still heard myself asking, "What's that?"

Marcus kept quiet, but Devon, still smiling, responded with "What it look like?"

"Like somebody made a toilet out of a chair," I said; then I paused and, looking at Devon, asked, "So you gonna go on THAT?"

"Yep."

"But why? Even with the plastic down there, it's just gonna drop through and get on the floor."

"No, it won't," said Devon. "'Cause Marcus is gonna make sure it don't, right Cuz?"

I watched as Marcus, now blushing, nodded.

"Well, come on, faggot, 'cause I gotta go."

I looked at Marcus to see his reaction to Devon's words, but instead of getting angry or reprimanding his younger cousin for calling him such a name, Marcus just lowered his head and proceeded to remove his robe, revealing a huge hard-on and a pair of chicken-egg-sized nuts that I couldn't take my eyes off.

"So you like his big dick, huh?" Devon asked me.

I quickly turned my head. Now I was the one blushing, though I was too dark-skinned for it to show. But Devon knew, and he just laughed.

"That's okay. I stared at it the first time I seen it too. But would you believe a big ol' dick like that ain't never been in a pussy? I betcha it's been in a whole lotta buttholes, though...and I don't mean girls' buttholes neither, do I faggot?"

Again Marcus just stared down at the floor and nodded.

"Well, go ahead," Devon now said. "I didn't tell you to stop."

Immediately Marcus stretched out face-up right in front of the toilet chair. He then scootched back, his bare skin making a squeaking sound on the plastic, until his head was in place directly under the chair. I just stood there speechless. I'm sure my mouth was hanging open, and whatever expression I was wearing was cracking Devon up.

"Hey, Ty, you okay?"

At first I couldn't find my voice. When I finally did, I pulled Devon close to me and whispered, "You really gonna doo-doo on his face?"

"Well...not exactly," he whispered back, grinning. "Just watch and see, okay?"

I nodded and right away my ten-year-old friend unbuckled his belt. I expected him to just pull down his pants and drawers, but he proceeded to strip off every stitch until he was butt naked; then he casually walked over and sat down on the toilet chair. Naturally I was checking out his pecker. It was about four inches long, just like mine, and sticking straight out, just like mine would have been doing if it hadn't been trapped inside my pants. Underneath it was a perfectly round nut sac about the size of a pingpong ball. I'm sure Devon noticed me staring at his cock and balls, but he didn't say anything. He did, however, make a suggestion:

"Hey, Ty, why don't you take your clothes off too?" It was almost as if Devon could hear my heart start beating faster because he quickly added, "Don't worry. Just us naked guys is gonna see you."

That tiny assurance loosened me up enough to realize the logic of his words, and I slowly began to undress until I was standing there in just my socks and tighty-whiteys. "Should I take these off too?" I asked, grasping the elastic band on my briefs.

Again Devon smiled. "You don't see us wearing ours, do you?"

"Okay," I mumbled, and I bent over and stepped out of them before I had a chance to think about it. By then, though, I had lost my erection and my prick was nothing more than a wilted inch-and-a-half-long noodle hanging over my balls.

"Now get down on the floor right here," Devon said, pointing to a spot beside him, "so you can see more better."

I blindly followed his command, though I didn't get quite as close to them as he'd indicated because if it splattered I didn't want any of it accidentally getting on me; and knowing how crazy Devon could be at times, I also didn't want to be close enough for him to grab me and deliberately put some on me. So as I crouched next to the cousins, I was feeling a strange combination of anticipation and fear, and surprisingly my prick started to harden again.

"You ready for the show, Ty?"

I nodded.

"Good, 'cause I can't hold it no more"; then he said, "Okay, faggot, open up," and to my utter amazement and total shock, Marcus opened his mouth as wide as he could.

"Oh, shit!" I heard myself say.

"Yeah, that's right. THIS is what's so special about takin' a shit at my cousin's house: HE'S the toilet!"

As soon as those words left Devon's mouth, I watched in horror and fascination as his anus pooched open and the tip of a light-brown turd appeared. Instantly the odor of fresh shit hit my nose, but I was too transfixed by what was unfolding before me to even think about backing away from the smell. Within seconds Devon's asshole had swelled open impossibly wide as a massive turd made its way smacking and crackling out of his bowels; and right below him--his mouth still open wide and his tongue now trembling in anticipation--was Cousin Marcus waiting to be fed. A moment later the gap was bridged. Moaning, Marcus began to tug at his super-hard dick as his little cousin's excrement filled his mouth.

"Eat my shit, faggot!" Devon yelled. "Swallow my fuckin' turds!"

Right away Marcus started making all kinds of scary sounds, like he was choking. I expected at any moment to see him cough up everything that was going in his mouth. So I was amazed when, after all that guttural noise, the fat turd between his stretched lips suddenly disappeared, sliding straight down his throat. He had swallowed it whole!

The thought that my friend's shit was now sitting in his cousin's stomach made me sick to MY stomach. I just couldn't understand how someone could find pleasure in eating another person's shit. It stank, it was obviously hard to swallow, and I was sure it tasted as bad as it smelled. But as queasy as I was, I couldn't deny how turned on I was too, and as Devon dropped another turd in Marcus's mouth and he again struggled to slurp it down, I followed Marcus's lead and began to tug at my own very stiff prick.

With my eyes glued to the disgusting scene, I began to wonder what had caused Devon to invite me over here in the first place. Most of our friends would have gotten the hell out of Dodge as soon as they saw the toilet chair. How did he know I would stay to witness something so perverted? And how did he also know that I would agree to take off my clothes while I watched? What about me was so apparent to my friend that it made him willing to risk letting me in on this nasty game? As I pondered all this, I felt a pair of eyes on me and glanced up to see Devon giving me a crooked smile. When our eyes met he winked, and I felt a little chill go through me.

By now Devon had already dumped what seemed like twice the normal load for a ten-year-old kid, and he was STILL shitting, leading me to believe that he had actually held off going until he could get here and go in his cousin's mouth. But the idea that he might have done this just made me hornier, and I found myself leaning in even closer to the action as I masturbated, just as Marcus, still yanking away at his dick, lifted his head to put his mouth closer to Devon's shitting asshole. A few plops and a couple of hard swallows later, Devon's bowels were empty and Marcus's stomach was full. Two seconds later Marcus gasped and, frowning, dropped down, the back of his head hitting the floor with a thud as his body began to jerk.

"Fuck! I'm coming!" he hissed between clenched teeth, and I stared in awe as his dick shot out a stream of come so long that it actually hit him in the face!

"Yeah, shoot your shit, faggot!" Devon urged him. "Show my friend just how much you like bein' my fuckin' toilet!"

Marcus obliged us by pumping out at least four more spurts, which landed on his chest and his stomach, before his orgasm subsided. After that he squeezed out one last big sticky glob, which dribbled over his fingers, before taking a deep breath and relaxing. But he didn't get to relax for long.

"Now clean my asshole, freak!" Devon commanded.

Without hesitating Marcus, covered in come, lifted his head again and proceeded to flick his shit-coated tongue over my friend's shit-smeared anus before sealing his lips over it to finish the job. When Marcus finally broke the connection to check out his work, Devon rewarded him by farting right in his face. Even though the funky fumes made Marcus frown, I was amazed to see him sniffing them up anyway.

"Hey, Ty, take a look at my asshole and see if that faggot licked all the shit off it."

I carefully inspected my friend's poop chute and there wasn't a speck of shit to be seen on it, so I looked up at him, nodded, and gave him a thumb's up. Smiling, Devon stood up, and Marcus apparently took that as his cue to slide from under the toilet chair. Naturally I assumed the show was over and went to gather my clothes, but Devon stopped me.

"Wait," he said. "Don't get dressed yet. There's somethin' else I want you to see."

"Really?" I chuckled, wondering how anything else could possibly top what I'd just seen.

"Yep. And it's cool too." Putting his hands on his hips, Devon looked down at Marcus, who had sat up and was scooping the come off his torso and licking it off his fingers. "Hey, faggot, you got YOUR fuckin' rocks off, but MY dick's still hard. So what you gonna do about it?"

Marcus didn't answer. He simply stopped what he was doing, got up, walked over to his bed, and lay face down on it, burying his head in the pillow.

Winking at me again, Devon now asked him, "What the fuck you do that for? What you expect me to do now?"

I thought I heard Marcus say "fuck me," but I wasn't sure since his voice was muffled.

"We can't hear you," said Devon. "Tell me and my friend nice and loud what you want me to do to you."

Raising his head, Marcus clearly said, "I want you to fuck my ass" after which he blushed and pressed his face back into the pillow.

I could feel my heart racing again and I'm sure my eyes were as big as saucers as I looked at Devon, who was wearing a smug smile. "You really gonna stick your thing in his butthole?"

"What you think? Fuckin' faggot made me horny, eatin' my shit. So I deserve to get me some butt. And, anyway, he like it."

"He do?"

"Yep. We been doin' it since I was, like, seven, even before I started shittin' in his mouth. He used to babysit for me and my brothers and sisters when he was goin' to college, and whenever he put us to bed, he would wait for us to go to sleep, then he'd come back, wake me up and take me in my mom's room. He said I was his 'Little Man' and he'd pull down my pajamas and suck my dick till it got hard; then he'd keep suckin' it till I came, only then I didn't know I was comin'. All I knew was it felt so good every time he did me that after a while all I had to do was see him and my dick would automatically get hard.

"Then one day he told me it would feel even better for both of us if, instead of him suckin' it, I stuck it in his butt. I didn't want to at first 'cause I was scared I was gonna get shit on my dick, but he told me not to worry, that he'd clean me up if that happened, so I said okay. Then he laid down across my mom's bed and reached around and spread his butt cheeks open, and I climbed on top of him and stuck my dick right in his asshole."

"For real?"

"Yep, and it WAS even better than when he sucked me off. But when I pulled out, there was a little bit of shit on the end of my dick, just like I was scared there might be, so I was waitin' for him to get some tissue or toilet paper and clean me off like he said he would. But he just smiled at me and...well, by now you KNOW what faggot boy did, and it freaked me out since that was the first time I ever seen somebody eat shit. Then not long after that he told me he was a shit geek and asked me if he could be my toilet."

I glanced over at Marcus. I was sure he'd heard every word Devon had said, but he just continued to lie motionless on the bed with his face still buried in the pillow, so I turned back to Devon and asked, " So what'd you say? I mean, I know y'all started doin' it, but what'd you think when he first asked you?"

"I thought he was fuckin' CRAZY!" Devon said, laughing. "I never heard of NOBODY doin' no freaky shit like, so at first I not only said no, I told him to get the fuck out my face. But when I saw how sad he looked, I thought it over and said to myself, What the fuck: If I gotta take a shit, it don't matter where I do it at. So what if it's in his fuckin' mouth? So I told him I was just messin' with him and the next time he came over, if I had to go, I would go in his mouth, if he still wanted me to."

Naturally I was hungry for details, not so much about what they'd done, since I'd just had a front-row seat to their perverse performance, but more about the emotions Devon had experienced that first time as a seven-year-old shitting in his own cousin's mouth. But Devon had obviously decided that chat time was over because before I had a chance to press him for the particulars, he had mounted Marcus and was pressing the head of his pecker against his older partner's poop chute.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Marcus sighed as all four inches of the ten-year-old's stiffy slid easily into his shithole. Now buried to his balls, Devon didn't waste a minute, immediately humping away at his cousin like a jackrabbit while clinging to his broad back.

It was funny to watch someone so small fucking someone so big. But it was even funnier to hear Devon's squeaky voice saying things like "You like my dick in your ass, don't you faggot?" and "That dick feel good in there, don't it?" while hearing Marcus respond "Yeah" in a breathy baritone to every question. I was sure that Marcus had taken dicks twice as long and three times as thick up his ass and that they had tickled his fancy much more than Devon's ever could. But the cousins were obviously used to this role playing and truly seemed to be enjoying themselves, and I was certainly getting a kick out of watching this live sex show between relatives.

With the frantic pace of Devon's fucking, though, the show lasted only a few minutes, and as I played with my prick, I heard Devon yelp then watched him shake like a leaf while shouting, "Shit! I'm comin'! Take my load right up your fuckin' ass, faggot!" (I knew for a fact that Devon's "load" consisted of only a couple of weak spurts of semen, so I again found his choice of words more than a little amusing.) Afterwards he lay panting on top of Marcus for a while before casually rolling off him. His prick was already wilting, and I could see a little piece of shit clinging to the head, which excited me since I expected to watch Marcus lick it off. But as Devon stared dreamy-eyed at me, the last thing I expected was what he said next:

"Okay, Ty, your turn."

"What?"

"Don't you wanna get some butt too?"

"Well...I...uhh..."

"Don't be shy. I see how hard your dick is, so I KNOW you want some. And he don't mind sharing his faggot ass, do you freak?"

"No, I don't mind," Marcus answered, his voice again muffled from his face being buried in the pillow.

"See? I told you. So you better get some now while you can, 'cause I don't know nobody else who's gonna let you, and you sure as hell ain't gettin' none offa me."

He had a point--in fact, he had several--and while I was too embarrassed to admit that I was eager to butt fuck Cousin Marcus, I wasn't embarrassed enough to turn down such an offer. After all, as Devon had pointed out, how many opportunities like this did a ten-year-old boy get? So before my friend could say anything else, I crept over to the bed and climbed up on it.

"Good," Devon said, wearing a big smile. "Now I get to watch a fuck show too."

Crawling over until I was face to face with Marcus's bare ass, I sat back, a little afraid to actually touch him. Devon realized this and yelled, "Spread them cheeks, faggot!"

Without a word, Marcus reached back and pulled his buns apart, revealing his asshole. Instead of the big ugly knot I'd expected, I found myself staring at a smooth, gently-puckered pink hole that looked like it had never played host a single dick, much less the wide variety I suspected it had. The only thing that made it look slightly suspicious--I mean, besides the fact that it was wet with Devon's come--was that it seemed to be bigger, more wide open than the very few other assholes I'd seen.

Turning my head, I gave my friend one last look, seeking his final approval.

"Go ahead," said Devon, who was stroking his shit-crowned dick back to life. "Do him."

With that I turned back to the business at hand and, imitating Devon, pressed the head of my own four-inch pecker against his cousin's anus. Then I pushed and was delighted when I too got a moan out of Marcus as I slid all the way inside him. Then, holding on to his shoulders, I eased myself down until my stomach and chest were pressing against his back.

"See? Don't it feel good havin' your dick up his butt?" Devon asked.

"Mm-hm," I replied, but "good" was an understatement; it felt INCREDIBLE! None of the countless ways I had experimented with jacking off could even begin to compare with the feeling of Cousin Marcus's warm, snug asshole pulsating around my prick. At the same time I also had to admit how strange this was. Never before in my young life had I been this physically close to anyone. Yeah, I'd hugged my mom and wrestled with Devon, but those were people I knew, and our clothes were always on. So to be lying naked on top of a strange naked man--smelling him, hearing him breathe, feeling his sweaty skin against mine--was so amazing that it heightened the sensation of having my dick in his asshole, and I had to focus hard to keep from coming prematurely.

Fortunately, even without my saying anything to him, Marcus seemed to understand my predicament, for he was lying as still as possible, not moving a muscle as I attempting to calm my overexcited preteen hormones. A couple of deep breaths did it, after which I turned my head and looked at Devon.

"So you ready?" he asked me. I nodded. "Then go ahead. Start fuckin' him."

Lifting my hips, I pulled my prick about half way out of Marcus's asshole then stuck it back in. That went well, so I did it again. Then I pulled a little further out before jamming it home again. After those few tentative moves, something seemed to take over my brain and my body as I began to bang Marcus's butt like I'd done it a hundred times before.

"Yeah, Ty, fuck him!" yelled Devon. "Fuck the shit outta his faggot ass!"

As I plugged away at Marcus's poop chute, I could tell it was making him horny because he began to moan and hump the sheets, rutting his ass against me every time I stuck it to him. It amazed me how a grown man could get so turned on getting fucked by one ten-year-old boy while being called nasty names by the other. It didn't make a whole lot of sense to me. But at the same time, a part of me understood perfectly how this could be, even though I couldn't verbalize it.

"You like feelin' my friend's dick in your faggot ass, don't you?"

"Yeah," Marcus gasped. "It feels SO good!"

Hearing that, I began to put even more energy into fucking Marcus when he suddenly turned his head to the side and whispered, "Fuck me hard, Tyrone. Stick that boy-dick as deep as you can in my man-pussy."

Man-pussy? I'd never heard it called that before. I began to wonder if Marcus believed he was a woman and if he did things like wear dresses and high heels and paint his face with makeup. Somehow, though, I couldn't picture him doing any of that, so I decided he called it a "man-pussy" simply because it was the only hole he had down there to put a dick in. But all my contemplation ceased the moment my orgasm hit me.

"Oo! Oo! Oo!" I panted, plastering myself against Marcus's muscular back as my prick began to throb.

"Yeah, Ty, shoot all your sperms right up his faggot ass!"

"That's right, Tyrone. Fill me up with your hot boy-come."

Like Devon, I had only recently started making sperm, but as my head swam, I felt like I was spurting a mega-load in Marcus's anus, and Marcus seemed determined to milk every single drop out of me as his sphincter repeatedly clutched at my cock.

Unlike Devon, when I finished coming, all of my horniness disappeared along with my erection, and I felt nothing but disgust as I lay atop this big sweaty gay man with my wilting prick stuck in his mucky anus. I wanted to jump up, grab my clothes, and run out the door. But as soon as I made a move to get up, Devon put his hand on my shoulder.

"Don't go nowhere yet. Just lay there a minute."

"Why?" I asked.

"'Cause."

That was all he said in explanation and, reluctantly, I stayed where I was, settling back down on Marcus's back, wondering what exactly my friend had in mind and how long it would take him to tell me that it was okay to get up. But after lying there for a couple of minutes, my feelings of post-coital disgust began to go away, as Devon seemed to know they would, and after a while I was feeling pretty good about having lost my virginity in Marcus's asshole. In fact, I started feeling so good that my prick started to get hard again. But Devon apparently realized this and patted me on my back.

"Okay, that's long enough. I still wanna get to the park, but before we go, faggot boy's gotta do one more thing for us."

Reluctantly pulling out of Marcus's asshole, I climbed off the bed and stood beside Devon. Our shit-soiled hard-ons looked almost identical, except that Devon's was harder than mine since he'd had more time to recover.

"Okay, freak, do your thing."

Right away Marcus slinked off the bed and crawled over to us, his re-hardened whang wagging underneath him like it was on a spring. After sizing us up, he gently grasped the base of Devon's slim shaft and began to lick the shit off the crown. When it was clean, he carefully slipped the whole dick in his mouth and held on to Devon's ass, upon which Devon immediately grabbed the back of his cousin's head began to face fuck him.

"Yeah, faggot, suck my dick!" he yelled, bucking his hips like crazy, his hairless crotch slapping repeatedly against Marcus's nose and his balls bouncing off his bottom lip. Just like when he was fucking Marcus's ass, Devon was so horny that after only a couple of minutes he gasped and jerked, holding on even tighter to Marcus's head and grinding his groin in his face.

"Oooh, yeah! Drink my come, faggot!" Devon moaned as his body trembled. "You like the way that shit taste, don't you?"

"Mmm-hmm," Marcus hummed, and I knew he was telling the truth because it was obvious how much he was enjoying himself as he squeezed Devon's butt and began to breathe more heavily out of his nose.

Several seconds later, Devon pushed himself away from Marcus, his shriveling dick exiting his older cousin's mouth with a little wet pop. I watched as Marcus poked out his bottom lip then gazed up at Devon, giving him the classic puppy-dog pout, but Devon wasn't buying it.

"No. First do Ty," he said. "Then I'll give you your treat."

Treat? I wondered what Devon was talking about, but all my pondering was put on hold the moment Marcus sucked my prick into his warm, wet mouth. Gasping I automatically copied Devon by grabbing onto Marcus's head, but instead of face fucking him, I just stood there and let him do the work. And work he did, holding onto my butt and steadily bobbing his head as he cleaned me and stimulated me at the same time.

"Yeah, suck my friend's dick, you fuckin' faggot!" Devon urged his cousin. "Suck him till he fuckin' comes right in your faggot mouth!"

Even though it had been only a short while ago that I had shot my load in Marcus's asshole, I still didn't last much longer than Devon and soon found myself hugging Marcus's head and rasping as I shivered through a second orgasm. I don't know how much come actually squirted out of my dick, but however much it was quickly found its way down Marcus's throat. And just like when I was in his ass, only when he was sure that I had given him every sperm cell that my ten-year-old testes could produce did he finally stop sucking and release my wilting weiner, upon which he turned back to Devon and again gave him the puppy-dog pout.

"Okay, okay," said Devon, pretending to be annoyed. Holding on to the shrunken shank of his penis, he stepped up to Marcus's face.

I watched in awe as Devon proceeded to pee right in Marcus's mouth. The weird thing was not only seeing but hearing it fill up. Then, just as Devon's piss about to overflow, Marcus, his mouth still wide open, closed his eyes for a second and gulped, his Adam's apple moving up as the mouthful of urine disappeared down his throat.

"Yeah, drink my fuckin' piss, faggot!" Then, still peeing in his cousin's mouth, Devon looked over at me and whispered, "He a NASTY motherfuker, ain't he?"

"Yeah," I whispered back while, at the same time, getting thoroughly turned on by what this "nasty motherfucker" was doing.

"Hey, Ty, don't you gotta piss too?"

I shook my head no, knowing full well that I did have to pee but that I wasn't quite ready to go in somebody's mouth.

"Okay," said Devon. "Maybe next time."

As my friend's flow decreased to a trickle, Marcus craned his neck and caught the head of the ten-year-old's prick between his lips, taking the remainder of his pee directly into his mouth. Then Devon and I watched as Marcus reached under himself, grabbed his own dick, and began to tug furiously at it. After a while he closed his eyes and inched backwards, letting Devon's dick fall out of his mouth as his breathing became more and more labored. Seconds later Marcus jerked and, grimacing, let out a long "Unnnggghhh!" as he blasted stream after stream of come all over the carpet. For some reason this looked even nastier to me than when he came on his face, chest and stomach, and I heard myself saying, "Ewwwww!" as he shot his load, much to Devon's delight.

When Marcus was done, he sat back on his haunches, panting as the final globs of semen again oozed over his fingers. But Devon wasn't ready for him to rest just yet.

"Now clean that shit up, faggot!" he commanded, and without missing a beat, Marcus got back down on all fours and, bending low, began to lick his come off the carpet, not stopping until every slimy little blob of ball juice had made its way onto his tongue and down his throat. Then Marcus burped, Devon patted him on the head, and we all got dressed.

When we were ready to leave, Marcus saw us to the door, thanking us for coming, saying how nice it was to meet me, and asking if we would be back next Saturday. Devon, still playing his top role, replied, "Maybe we will and maybe we won't, faggot. You just have to wait and find out."

With those parting words, Devon and I headed downstairs and to the park, but instead of playing we ended up just sitting on the big rock and talking about what we'd done with Marcus. My young brain still hadn't fully processed the weird things I'd witnessed, or the fact that I had lost my virginity in a gay scat freak's ass. But as flabbergasted as I was, the one thing I knew for sure was that the genie was out of the bottle and that it would be impossible for me not to return to Marcus's house.

Sure enough, the following Saturday--and every Saturday after that--Devon and I set aside a portion of our park time to "play" with Marcus. I was so hooked that I could hardly wait to join the cousins to get my weekly dose of perverted sex, and I enjoyed each session as though I were experiencing it for the very first time. I even got up the nerve to pee in Marcus's mouth, and he seemed to enjoy drinking mine as much as he did Devon's. I should have realized that this might lead to something else, but we had established such a comfortable routine that I really didn't anticipate any changes. Then, after about six weeks, Devon came up to me during Friday recess at school, and I could tell by the strange smile on his face that something was up.

"Hey, Ty, Cousin Marcus told me he wanna do somethin' a little different when we go over there tomorrow and he wanna know if you're down for it."

"What?" I asked, my heart thumping in apprehension.

"Well...he wanna know if YOU'll do a number two in his mouth too."

"Me?"

"Yep."

I didn't know what to say. Even though I had peed several times in Marcus's mouth, I'd gotten so used to being a spectator when it came to the shit eating that I'd never considered taking an active role in it. Sure, sometimes when I took a dump I would imagine that Marcus was underneath me eating it, but even in those scenarios I always pretended that I was Devon and that HE was doing the shitting, not me. So faced with the notion of truly switching roles with my friend, I didn't know how to respond because I wasn't sure how I felt about doing it.

"Well?" Devon asked, pressing me.

"I don't know."

"How come? I know you like fuckin' his ass and pissin' down his throat, so I figured you'd REALLY be down for a chance to take a shit in his faggot mouth."

"I just never thought about it," I said.

"Well, how about this: Do it tomorrow and if you don't like it, you won't have to do it no more after that. Okay?"

I agreed to this. A brief discussion followed about when I normally "go" on Saturdays, and I said it was usually right before we went to Marcus's house. So when we went home that day, we both got our moms' permission to go to the park a little earlier the next day.

Less than twenty-four hours later I was sitting on the toilet chair with Marcus stretched out underneath me with his mouth wide open and Devon sitting beside me grinning. With all that attention it wasn't easy to get going. Even though I had to shit like a motherfucker, I was experiencing a bad case of "shy bowel syndrome," and it just wouldn't come out. So I closed my eyes and did what I did when I was sitting on my own toilet--pretend I was Devon. As soon as I did this, my bowels unlocked and I felt my anus start to swell open.

"Yeah, here it come!" said Devon. "Do it, Ty! Feed that nasty faggot your fuckin' shit!"

The next thing I heard was a splat followed by a "Gluubb!" as my semisoft turd found Marcus's mouth.

"Eat that shit, faggot! I wanna see that motherfucker go straight down your toilet throat, you fuckin' shit-eatin' freak!"

Of course Marcus was more than willing to comply, and the fact that he was eating my shit this time instead of Devon's seemed to make him even hungrier because he was "mmmmmmm"ing the whole time he was slurping it down. Even though I didn't say anything that first time, the very fact that I was actually taking a shit in a grown man's mouth gave me a feeling of power; and as my prick hardened, I began to understand why Devon got such a thrill out of dominating someone older and bigger than him.

For over a year Devon and I continued to do our thing with Marcus, sometimes on both Saturday AND Sunday, if Devon's brothers or cousins weren't able to drop by, and as I embraced my "top" frame of mind, I began to join Devon in calling Marcus dirty names as we used him. I also trained myself to hold my bowels for hours at a time, as long as it took us to get to Marcus's house, and Marcus really seemed to enjoy choking down the super-thick turds the delay always produced. Then Marcus suggested that Devon and I spit in his mouth and face while he was chewing up our crap, which we both eagerly did (with Devon usually spitting right in his eye). And when he urged us to spank him for being so "naughty," Devon and I took turns wailing away at his high-yellow ass so hard that not only his butt cheeks but also the palms of our hands glowed a warm red afterwards.

It seemed like those good times would go on forever, but one day everything came crashing down. It happened on a Friday. Devon and I were coming home from school, discussing in graphic detail what we were planning to do to Marcus the next day, when we saw the police bringing him out of our building in handcuffs. Poor Marcus. He looked so sad when they put him in the squad car and drove off. Things probably would have been okay if he had just kept his bad habits confined to his little cousins and me. But apparently we weren't enough to satisfy his enormous appetite, and he'd approached one of the neighborhood boys, who'd told his parents, who'd called the cops.

But as bad as I felt for Marcus, I felt even worse for Devon because there's nothing sadder than a top who's lost his bottom, especially if he's an eleven-year-old top whose twenty-four-year-old bottom is in jail. And I felt bad for myself too. In fact, I didn't realize just how much of a top I had become or how much I too would miss our nasty little trysts until they stopped happening. But I was no better off than Devon as far as doing anything about it. We were just too young.

I soon discovered, however, that there is a black market for everything, no matter how old you are. It's just a matter of letting the right people know what you want or what you're offering, and your deepest, darkest, nastiest desires can always be fulfilled.

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