Small Tops, Big Bottoms - Part 3 (bbbb/M, anal, oral, ws, scat) by Coproman
It took a few more sessions of group sex with Mr. Kissner for me to finally feel comfortable enough to take part in the heavy-duty action, and the first thing I did was fuck his ass. Yeah, Devon was right. He knew from that very first day, by the way I was staring at Mr. Kissner's muscular white ass as he led us into the showers, how much I wanted to dick him. And my desire only grew stronger after I watched Santiago ass-fuck him that day, then Javier fuck him on our second get-together, then Devon fuck him on our third.
But for some reason I still couldn't bring myself to shit in Mr. Kissner's mouth, even after watching Devon and his cousins do it. I guess that's why they decided to designate our upcoming get-together as a "shitless" session, so I wouldn't feel pressured to do anything other than fuck. Though I felt kind of bad about that, I was also flattered that the guys were catering to me. That's why I wanted to impress them by not only fucking Mr. Kissner like a pro but by pumping as much come as I could up his ass. To make sure that happened, I refrained from jacking off for several days, storing up as much sperm as I could, so by the time Friday rolled around, I would be more than ready to, as Devon put it, "bust a nut in whitey's butt."
But a couple of days before my scheduled debut, everything changed, at least for Devon and me. It happened at school when we left homeroom and walked into our health education class. Guess who was subbing for our regular teacher? That's right--Mr. Kissner himself! When he looked up from his book and saw us, he turned bright red and got this deer-in-the-headlights look on his face. Devon was wearing the same expression, and I'm sure I was too as the three of us exchanged an embarrassed smile. Up till now, I'd been pretty comfortable with the notion that Mr. Kissner was nothing more than some grad school jock who'd lucked up on the job of running the after-school center at a middle school in the ghetto. But now I couldn't deny the fact that he was an actual middle school TEACHER; and that meant that I'd be fucking an actual middle school TEACHER up the ass!
I wondered if Devon's brothers and cousins knew about this other job of Mr. Kissner's. If so, they hadn't mentioned anything to either of us. In any case, it took every ounce of self-control the two of us could muster to sit still and avoid eye contact with Mr. Kissner during the 40-minute period, and it didn't get any easier when the day's lesson turned out to be--of ALL things--"The Structure and Function of Human Reproductive Systems."
While the other boys were trying to stifle their self-conscious snickering as Mr. Kissner stumbled through a slide show on human anatomy, Devon and I were busy trying to hide our erections, because nearly every word that came out of his mouth reminded us of a sex act that at least one of the boys in our little group had performed on him. And when he got to the part about ejaculations and semen and how "only one lucky sperm cell among the hundreds of millions that swim up the vaginal canal get to fertilize the female's egg," my dick got extra-hard, as I considered how hundreds of millions of my own sperm cells would soon be swimming up Mr. Kissner's anal canal, but how none of them would be getting lucky since you couldn't fertilize a turd.
Thankfully the bell ending the period finally rang, and Devon and I grabbed our books and hightailed it out of the classroom without so much as a glance at Mr. Kissner. Only when we were safely in the hallway did we begin to giggle at our mutual discomfort at the unexpected encounter. The first thing I asked Devon was how he felt about the fact that he'd been shitting in the mouth of an actual teacher; he considered my question for only a few seconds before saying that it was a turn-on. But on the way to our next class, we wondered if maybe we shouldn't have left so hastily, at least not before asking Mr. Kissner if it was okay to let the others know that he was a teacher. We decided it would be more fun to keep that enticing tidbit to ourselves, at least for the time being.
Anyway, Friday finally came around, and when classes were over, Devon and I joined the other boys at the after-school center. This time we got there early enough to shoot some hoops with Javier and Santiago before, one by one, we left the group and disappeared into the office. Soon it was 4:25 and Mr. Kissner didn't hesitate to blow his whistle, stopping all the activities, and giving the boys the bum's rush out of the gym.
As I watched Mr. Kissner do his authority thing, it was hard to imagine that this would make the third time this week that he'd cleared out the after-school center and gone into the locker room to have sex with a group of ghetto boys. According to Devon, on both Mondays and Wednesdays he did the same thing with two other groups, Devon's brothers and other cousins among them. I wondered how one guy could have such a huge appetite for sex and how his body managed to hold up through it all. Then again, it wasn't as if he was getting his ass fucked three times a week by some muscular stud with a foot-long dick or that he was eating a load of shit every other day from a big macho guy who laid a massive loaf. We were all just preteen boys; so for him, being with us probably amounted to nothing more than having a snack or appetizer three times a week, something he could easily handle. And I'm sure he never thought of it as child abuse either, since he was always on the receiving end of whatever we did.
But I didn't dwell on any of this. No matter what Mr. Kissner did on Monday, Wednesday, or any other day of the week, today was the day he was offering me his booty, and I wasn't about to fuck up that opportunity by trying to psychoanalyze his behavior. If that young white teacher was willing to give this young black student some ass, I was more than willing to take it.
After that first session in the showers, our weekly activities had moved to various other locations in the locker room. Today Mr. Kissner was lying face-down on a stack of towels he had arranged on one of the benches next to the lockers. With his ass up, his head down, and his arms and legs hanging at his sides, he looked like he was straddling the bare back of a horse. Standing on either side of him, Santiago and Javier took hold of an ass cheek apiece and pulled them apart to expose the little pink hole that their dicks had so thoroughly explored in previous sessions. Meanwhile Devon was sitting on the bench right in front of Mr. Kissner, his stiff pecker nearly touching the handsome blond man's nose.
"Okay, Ty, it's time to do your thing!" said Devon. "Fuck the shit outta that white ass!"
Even with five pairs of ears hearing Devon's words, three pairs of eyes trained on me, and one special bit of info buzzing in my head that the man lying under me was a teacher, I was so horny that it outweighed my intimidation, and I was easily able to maintain an erection as I aimed my slender four-inch rod at Mr. Kissner's slick hole and pushed.
"Nngh!" he grunted softly as my dick slid into him all the way up my balls; and just hearing him make that little noise--knowing that my entry had caused him just a tiny little bit of discomfort--was enough to spur me on, and I began hump him with enthusiasm.
"Yeah, dude, fuck that puto!" said Javier. "Bust that booty!"
Though I was busy maneuvering my dick in and out of Mr. Kissner's asshole, I still managed to smile at Javier's remark. I seriously doubted that any booty busting would be going on here. From the loosey-goosey feel of the blond's anus, it had got busted a long time ago by a dick much bigger than any of ours. But I still intended to ride his rump and enjoy the ride for as long as I could. It was just a matter--as it was with Cousin Marcus--of getting comfortable on top of him, which wasn't all that easy with him sprawled over a locker room bench. But after some shifting and reshifting, I settled into a position that allowed me to hang onto his broad shoulders and fuck him fairly comfortably.
As soon as I established a good fuck rhythm, Devon scootched up, grabbed Mr. Kissner's head, and poked his prick between the man's pursed lips. "Yeah, suck my dick, bitch!" he said; then he looked at me and winked, which made me smile since I knew it was all about the secret we shared about Mr. Kissner's other job.
Meanwhile Javier and Santiago were jacking off, urging Devon and me on, and hurling all kinds of verbal barbs at Mr. Kissner in both Spanish and English. It was the kind of thing that Cousin Marcus always got off on, and I wondered if verbal abuse was something all homo bottom freaks enjoyed. I certainly enjoyed the whole atmosphere of it; it made getting my first piece of white ass a truly memorable experience.
I wanted to show off to the guys my awesome staying power, but having held off beating my meat for so long, even slowing down the pace of my strokes didn't help to extend my cock's workout in Mr. Kissner's anus, and it wasn't long before my young libido was ready to bring things to a close. So, getting a nice tight hold on Mr. Kissner, I began to fuck him as hard and fast as I could, much to the delight of my audience; and when Mr. Kissner felt me speed up, he began to lift his hips to meet my downstrokes, causing his ass and my crotch to smack together in a steady staccato beat. I lasted for only about a dozen strokes before my orgasm grabbed me by the balls, causing me to gasp, jerk, and drive my dong as far up Mr. Kissner's ass as it would go.
"Oo! Oo! Oo!" I panted, hugging Mr. Kissner's back and shivering as his asshole tightened around my throbbing dick.
"Yeah, Bro, DO it!" yelled Devon, snatching his prick out of Mr. Kissner's mouth. "Shoot your shit in his bitch ass while I shoot mine in his bitch face!"
"¡Si, puto!" said Javier, bending over to look directly at Mr. Kissner. "¡Toma la leche en el culo y la cara!"
"That's right, you guys!" said Santiago, "Let that white maricón have it right in his fuckin' face and ass!"
Then underneath me, to top everything off, Mr. Kissner turned his head to the side and whispered, "Come on, Tyrone. Come in me. Shoot it nice and deep so I can take it home with me."
Wow! I said to myself. This guy's even more of a freak than I thought! Did he REALLY want to bring some black kid's spunk home to his wife? What was she going to do, lick it out of him or something? I began to wonder if Mrs. Kissner was a teacher too and if she was also a freak. But I had a feeling this was just sex talk, that the last thing he wanted was for his wife to discover a load of boy-sperm oozing out of her husband's anus.
Whatever Mr. Kissner decided to do with my come, I could tell from the way my body was twitching, the way my head was swimming, and the fact that my balls were so full that I was depositing a pretty good-sized load of it in his rectum. And hearing Devon groan then watching him spurt two watery streams of semen on Mr. Kissner's nose and lips while yelling, "Take my shit right in your fuckin' face, faggot!" probably caused me to squirt out a little extra. In any case, as my orgasm fizzled out, I was confident that I had lived up to my own--and anyone else's--expectations in the sperm-shooting department.
Of course, right after I finished coming, that inevitable feeling of disgust followed, flowing through me like a wave of nausea. It had disappeared with Cousin Marcus, but since this was my first time fucking Mr. Kissner, it was back. Fortunately I had since learned from Devon that all I had to do was give it some time and the icky feeling of lying on this white freak's sweaty back while my penis lay shrinking inside his hot, sticky asshole would eventually go away. But then I said to myself, Why wait? Since I want to see how much semen I spurted in Mr. Kissner's ass anyway, I may as well pull out right now. But before I could make a move to do it, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Devon.
"Hey, Ty, since you waited so long to get some ass offa him, you should do him again right now," he suggested. "Right, guys?"
Both Javier and Santiago agreed, and though Mr. Kissner didn't comment, I felt his anal sphincter squeeze out an "I concur" in morse code on my cock. Then, to my complete surprise, the brothers began to fondle me, sensually moving their hands up and down my back, ass and legs, feeling me up like a girl. While it felt great, I was a little embarrassed and wondered why they were doing it, until I felt my dick stiffening up again a lot faster than it normally would have. Meanwhile Devon had stuck his spent cock back in Mr. Kissner's mouth, and the blond was heartily sucking away at it again. Watching the two of them and feeling Javier's and Santiago's hands all over me gave a new hard-on in no time, and I was ready for Round Two.
This time I lasted longer and was able to show the guys not only that I had some staying power but some variety too, as I changed speeds, rotated my hips, and shifted my angle of attack in an attempt to fuck every part of Mr. Kissner's rectum that my four-incher could reach. For a moment I felt as if, instead of just fucking Mr. Kissner, I was making love to him, and this concerned me because I knew that making love involved emotions, something that, unless you were a faggot, you were only supposed to experience with a girl, not another guy. So I quickly reevaluated the feeling and decided that I was mistaken, that I had momentarily felt that way simply because I had gotten so comfortable on top of Mr. Kissner.
Forcing the comfort issue to the back of my mind, I again surrendered myself to my libido and again began to fuck Mr. Kissner's ass hard and fast, grunting every time I stuck it to him. For the second time my frenzy whipped up everyone else's, as the volume of catcalls from my audience increased and Mr. Kissner again began to lift his hips to meet my downstrokes, enhancing the "smack, smack, smack!" of our groin-to-ass contact. By now the smell of our fucking was in the air, and my nose was filled with the intoxicating fragrance. These sensations were overwhelming, and pretty soon my orgasm slammed on the brakes, throwing me forward and burying my cock to the balls in Mr. Kissner's asshole.
"Oo! Oo! I'm comin'!" I panted, once again pressing my trembling little black torso against Mr. Kissner's big sturdy white back.
"Yeah! Do it AGAIN, Bro!" Devon yelled. "Shoot another load of your shit right up his faggot ass!"
"¡Si!" said Javier, again bending over to look directly at the white man. "¡Toma MÁS leche en el culo blanco, puto!"
"Give him more, Ty!" Santiago now said. "That fuckin' maricón like that shit!"
I did my best to drain whatever was left in my balls into Mr. Kissner's rectum, and he did his best to help me by flexing his sphincter on my pulsating pecker, milking me dry. When I finally pulled my penis out of Mr. Kissner anus, Devon, Javier, and Santiago all gathered around to watch. The blond flexed his sphincter again, and I was both pleased and relieved to see a big translucent glob of semen sprout out of his asshole and begin to seep down his perineum. Before it could get too far, though, Javier nudged me out of the way, hopped up on top of Mr. Kissner, plugged his pecker into the man's come-filled hole, and began to fuck him like a jackrabbit. It didn't seem to matter one bit to him that his ride was being lubricated by my spunk; then, as if Santiago had heard what I was thinking, he hunched me.
"Me and my brother like gettin' them sloppy seconds," he whispered, grinning.
Even though it was my first time hearing the term, I knew exactly what it meant; and when I looked at Devon, he nodded his approval. Then it occurred to me that if you were going to have group sex at all, at some point you HAD to end up fucking in someone else's come, so it was a matter of either liking it or getting used to it pretty fast. And, apparently, all of these guys liked not only sloppy seconds but sloppy thirds and fourths as well, because right after Javier took his two turns on Mr. Kissner, Santiago hopped aboard for a double ride. And after he shot his two big loads and pulled out (a spray of sperm accompanying his exit), Devon, who by now was nice and hard again, didn't hesitate to climb up on Mr. Kissner, take a good close look at the gooey white mess oozing out of the blond's asshole, and plunge his peter right in the middle of it, easily sliding in all the way to his balls.
The fucking now sounded as nasty as it looked. Coated with our come, Devon's dick made a squishy, sploshing noise as he plowed Mr. Kissner's overfilled asshole; and on closer inspection, I could see spunk sloshing out of the not-so-tight space between my friend's shaft and the walls of Mr. Kissner's anus, sticking to Devon's balls and stomach as it made its way out. Now, of course, the unmistakable odor of hot, nasty man/boy sex permeated the air, and it seemed to rev up all of our sexual engines.
Because he'd already come in Mr. Kissner's face, Devon took only one turn in the substitute teacher's ass, grabbing two handsful of blond hair and snapping his head back as he added another load of spunk to the multiple loads already swimming around in the white man's rectum. Afterward, Devon rested on top of the teacher for a minute or two then slowly pulled up and back, his dick exiting Mr. Kissner's asshole with a very wet sucking sound, which caused Javier, Santiago and me to instinctively react with a chorus of "Yuck!"
What was even yuckier, though, was the combination of sperm and shit dripping off the heads of all our dicks, and the stream of splooge drooling out of Mr. Kissner's gaping, thoroughly used back door. As disgusting as the sight was, a part of me was also so excited by it that I wanted to stick my face right in Mr. Kissner's ass crack and start licking up the sticky white mess. But my attention was diverted as I watched Devon climb down off Mr. Kissner, sit on the bench in front of him again, and stick his shitty, spermy penis right back in the man's mouth.
"Oh, shit!" Javier, Santiago, and I again all said in unison. But, unlike my surprise, their reaction was more on the order of "Why didn't I think of that?" as they quickly lined up on the bench behind Devon, waiting for Mr. Kissner to finish cock-washing him so he could do the same for them.
Instead of joining them, I just stood there and watched. In my head I traded places with Mr. Kissner. It was almost as if I were tapping into his psyche and could sense exactly what he was experiencing as he sucked the crap/come combo off one eleven-year-old pecker after another, and judging by how turned on I was, I knew he wouldn't last much longer.
I was right. By the time he got to Santiago, Mr. Kissner was able to suck him for only about half a minute before, suddenly, he groaned, humped the towels on the bench a few times, and began to shake. Letting the boy's re-hardening dick drop out of his mouth, he panted, "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! I'm coming!"
Unfortunately all we got to see was Mr. Kissner's face turn crimson and his body quiver as his orgasm rippled through him. But when he was done, he sat up, and we could all clearly see the slimy evidence of his climax, which lay in a big sticky white puddle on the towel that had been under his groin and which was also smeared all over his cockhead and stomach.
"Shit!" he said, grinning as he wiped his sweaty red face with a fresh towel. "That was a damn good session, boys, a damn good session! And now that we're done, I have a little announcement to make." He paused, eyeing all four of us but giving Devon and me a special little smirk of appreciation, apparently for keeping his secret. "You may or may not know this, but from now on you'll be seeing me not only after school but during it."
"How come?" asked Javier.
"Because I'm Johnson Middle School's newest substitute teacher. So what do you guys think about that?"
At first no one said anything; we all just looked at him then at each other. Devon and I were trying our best to look surprised, but we were trying even harder not to laugh when we saw the deer-in-the-headlights looks on Javier and Santiago's faces. Eventually, though, Javier began to smile and, nodding, said, "That's pretty cool," which caused the rest of us to also nod and say the same thing. But right afterwards Santiago frowned, looking confused.
"So does that mean we're gonna be doin' things different from now on?" he asked.
Mr. Kissner quickly shook his head. "No, not at all. Except..." You could almost see everyone's ears perk up in anticipation of his next words, and as he looked at us, he smiled, keeping us in suspense for several seconds before finally saying, "Well, think about it, guys: Now you get to fuck me, shit in my mouth, and call me names as a teacher instead of a center director. So I want you to think of all the terrible, awful things you ever wanted to say or do to one of your teachers...then just say and do them to me instead, okay?"
Whew! Instant relaxation accompanied a chuckling agreement among us to give Mr. Kissner exactly what he wanted, especially since it was very much what we wanted too. (After all, what kid hasn't wanted to piss in his math or English teacher's face on occasion?)
After doing our thing with Mr. Kissner, it had become our routine to just up and leave while he stayed wherever he was to wallow in whatever he wallowed in. But today's session had left us boys smelling strongly of sex, so we decided to take a quick shower before getting dressed and heading home. As the water poured down on us, we all had such a great time laughing, grab-assing, and talking about what we had done and intended to do to Mr. Kissner that by the time we were done and turned the water off, we all had erections again.
The four of us just stood there dripping wet, trying to decide whether we should jack off before toweling off or vice versa. We weren't even sure if Mr. Kissner was still around. But I swear that man could smell a horny boy from a mile away, because he suddenly appeared out of nowhere and, one by one, kneeled down in front of us and sucked each of us off. Being last in line, I got to watch him do the others first, and each of them grabbed the back of his head and face-fucked him until they shot their loads down his throat. And right after each of them came, they all had to take a leak as well. I don't know how thirsty Mr. Kissner was at the time but, of course, that didn't matter. As long as they had to go, he would drink it, and he happily swilled hot piss from the three boys.
When it was my turn, instead of fucking his face like the others had done, I simply held on to Mr. Kissner's shoulders and let him do all the work, enjoying the feeling of his lips and tongue working my prick while his fingers fondled my ass. As I watched the handsome blond suck me off, despite all of the nasty sessions with him, it was still hard to believe it any of it was really happening. It wasn't just the teacher thing that made it so unbelievable; it was mostly the skin color thing. All my life white people--and especially white men--had been the figures of authority in my neighborhood. Teachers, policemen, firemen, storeowners, even the garbagemen were all people who didn't live in the South Bronx but who came here to run it, and my mother always warned me to treat them with the utmost respect, or I might wind up in juvenile hall or reform school. So the idea of doing such degrading things to someone who wasn't Latino or black still seemed very strange to me. I had the feeling that if Mr. Kissner ever decided to turn on us, and it came down to whoever it was believing us or believing him, we wouldn't stand a snowball's chance in hell of being believed, and juvie hall would indeed be in our future.
But, strangely, instead of this possibility scaring me, it just turned me all the more, and before I fully realized what I was doing, I found myself pulling my dick out of Mr. Kissner's mouth and stooping down to whisper in his ear. Afterwards he just looked at me in surprise, his blue eyes sparkling as he grinned.
"Really?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Great!" he said.
Of course the boys wondered what the hell was going on, but they didn't wonder long when Mr. Kissner stretched out right next to me on the tiled floor and I squatted over his head, facing his feet.
"Oh, shit!" said Devon, laughing. "No way, dude!"
"Way," I quietly replied, smirking.
Don't ask what came over me. All I can tell you is that it was not a spur-of-the-moment decision. Knowing that I might do it, I had prepared myself by eating an extra-large breakfast that morning and an extra-large lunch that afternoon. I guess the guys sacrificing a shit session just to make me feel comfortable had a lot to do with it. I felt I owed them. But Mr. Kissner being a teacher was probably the biggest factor. I just couldn't get over the fact that a young white educator like him could enjoy being used as human toilet and sperm receptacle by a bunch of ghetto boys like us. And because I was also becoming more and more convinced that he would turn on us one day, it made me want to shit in his mouth more than ever since I figured I might never again get the chance to do that to a teacher. Besides that, I wanted to give Mr. Kissner something much more substantial to take home to his wife.
As the guys gathered around us, I closed my eyes to concentrate, knowing that, despite my willingness to feed Mr. Kissner, my shy bowel syndrome was not going to like the fact that there wasn't a toilet underneath me. Fortunately, as shy as my bowels were, they were no match for my overwhelming need to shit, and in less than a minute I felt my sphincter opening up to allow the massive turd up my ass to slide out.
"Fuck! He makin' a BIG one!" I heard Santiago say.
"Es verdad," said Javier. "I hope you hungry, puto."
I still didn't feel confident enough to look underneath myself and watch my log drop into Mr. Kissner's mouth. So instead I listened, and what I heard was a soft "splat" followed by loud moaning and a new round of bilingual catcalls urging the teacher to eat all of the semisoft rope of shit that was hastily exiting my asshole and rapidly filling his mouth. Then a strong smell hit my nose, and the idea that Mr. Kissner was actually eating what I was smelling amazed me.
"Damn, Bro! You musta been savin' that shit up for a whole fuckin' week!" Devon said as one thick turd after another cascaded out of my packed bowels.
Of course that wasn't the case, but it damn sure seemed like it. I still hadn't looked, but I could tell from the way I felt that this was much more than an ordinary shit; in fact, it was very much like that first time I'd watched Devon go in Marcus's mouth. It was like his bowels were turning inside out as he fed his older cousin his massive load. But as impressive as my dump was, Mr. Kissner's hunger for it was even more impressive as he grunted and snorted his way through my digestive leftovers, sometimes making weird guttural noises, often sounding like he was choking, but never once giving me any indication that I should slow down or stop feeding him.
Besides not watching, I had yet to say anything either, other than quietly moaning due to the utter relief I felt in releasing my load. Finally I opened my eyes just a little, and the first thing I saw was Mr. Kissner's white hand tugging on his hard red dick, which was leaking pre-cum all over his belly. For a hot second I thought of what it would be like to slip his cockhead into my mouth as he was about to shoot his load. I felt my dick get even harder as I imagined myself swallowing mouthful after mouthful of his Caucasian sperm, filling my tummy with the same slimy substance he'd shot into his wife's pussy to produce their blue-eyed blond children. That would make it a nice even exchange: Mr. Kissner would get to take home something of mine, and I would get to take home something of his. But I was too afraid of how my cohorts would react if I made such a move, so I decided to just stay put.
As it turned out, though, I sort of got what I wanted anyway because Mr. Kissner got so turned on eating my shit (and by giving me what I'm sure he thought was my first human toilet experience) that right after the last turd pushed out of my ass and he swallowed it, he couldn't hold off climaxing any longer, and once again we heard him shout, "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! I'm coming!"
Even though I knew that Mr. Kissner was a powerful shooter, I made no move to protect myself and ended up getting hit smack in the face by the initial stream of sperm that gushed out of his urethra, causing me to squint and instinctive turn my head to the side.
"Damn, Bro!" said Devon. "He fuckin' SLIMED you!"
There was more to come, several less powerful jets of jism which hit my neck, chest, stomach, and cock before spurting onto Mr. Kissner's own torso. With my face still squinched up, I guess the guys thought I was pissed off about being spermed up like that; the truth was that I was so excited by it that it set off my own orgasm, and I barely had time to back up and jam my dick in Mr. Kissner's mouth before I blew my wad.
"Oo! Oo! I'm comin'!" I gasped, trembling. "Take it, Teach!"
My little off-the-cuff nickname was an instant hit with the guys, as all I heard from them after I said it was a refrain of, "Yeah, Teach, take it!"
Having already shot two loads up Mr. Kissner's ass, I didn't think I had much come left in me, but whatever there was, Mr. Kissner greedily gulped it down; then, just like the guys, I had to piss afterwards, and of course Mr. Kissner was more than willing to be my urinal, so I emptied my bladder down his throat too. After drinking the last of my piss, Mr. Kissner licked his lips, winked at me, then disappeared again without a word, after which I took a second shower, and we all toweled off and got dressed.
Naturally, as we walked out of the gym and down the street, all of the talk focused on me, the guys first congratulating me then asking me how I felt feeding Mr. Kissner my shit. But they were even more interested in how I felt about Mr. Kissner coming on me. They seemed impressed when I just shrugged if off and said it wasn't a big deal, that I didn't mind getting "a little white teacher spunk" on me in exchange for taking a shit in his mouth, especially since I knew it would wash right off. But the whole time I was talking, I was struggling to hide how absolutely thrilled I was that Mr. Kissner had ejaculated all over me, and how I would savor the memory of it for a long time.
After that the talk shifted to first-time feedings, both with Mr. Kissner and Cousin Marcus. I wasn't all that surprised to discover that Marcus had corrupted both Javier and Santiago at around the same time he'd corrupted Devon, when the boys were about seven years old. He'd also done it in the same way, first sucking the boys off, then letting them fuck his ass, then sucking off their shit-stained dicks, then having them shit in his mouth, all during babysitting sessions. The only real difference was that Cousin Marcus never had to resort to the "puppy-dog pout" to get Javier or Santiago to shit in his mouth. He simply manipulated them into doing it by turning it into a friendly brotherly rivalry: Whoever took the bigger shit in his mouth would get a special prize, either extra dessert or more staying-up-late time. ("Yeah, and Ma never figured out why we were both suddenly cleaning our plates at dinner!" said Santiago.)
But it was the first time with Mr. Kissner that was really intriguing. I'd always wondered how Devon's cousins had managed to discover something so intimate about a stranger, and a white one at that. I was surprised to learn that it had really happened the other way around: Mr. Kissner had discovered something about one of their cousins, Felipe, whom Javier described as being "hornier than all of the rest of us put together," and Felipe had turned him on to all of us.
A year older than us, Felipe was short, dark, and VERY handsome. I knew he was related to Devon, but I'd never connected him with Cousin Marcus or Mr. Kissner, because whenever I'd seen him in elementary school, some girl was always hugging up on him, so I assumed that for him it was pussy or nothing. Anyway, he was one of the first of Devon's cousins to enter middle school, and the first to sign up for the after-school center. This was before Mr. Kissner even got there, when the old white-haired gym teacher the guys called "Rip Van Winkle" (because he used to sleep through most of the sessions) was running the center. Felipe would shoot hoops or play volleyball for a while, but then he'd start thinking about girls or the things he'd be doing with Cousin Marcus on the weekend, get a raging erection, and wind up having to dash off to the locker room and sneak into the utility closet to jack off. He would do this two, sometimes three times during a single afternoon session. This went on straight through Rip Van Winkle's departure and Mr. Kissner's arrival. What Felipe didn't know, though, was that Kissner had started following him into the locker room to see where he was going and what he was doing. He had apparently seen Felipe sneak into the utility closet several times but had never confronted him.
But his next time at the center would change everything. Felipe again played around for about twenty minutes before rushing off to the locker room. Again Mr. Kissner followed him, but this time he apparently waited and listened right outside the utility closet because, according to Javier, he managed to snatch the door open just as Felipe was about to shoot his load. It was the perfect Kodak moment. Shocked, Felipe just froze. He wanted to say something, but with his pants and underwear around his knees and his hand around his cock, he knew there was nothing he could say to convince Mr. Kissner that he wasn't doing what they both knew he was.
Looking very upset, Mr. Kissner threatened to notify the principal and Felipe's parents and let them know what he was spending his time doing at the after-school center. Of course Felipe begged him not to tell anyone, promising never to do it again and offering to do whatever Mr. Kissner asked of him to avoid being punished and getting either suspended or expelled. Mr. Kissner considered Felipe's offer for about five seconds before agreeing to his terms. Then, smiling, he stepped inside the closet, closed the door behind them, and told Felipe to continue doing what he was before. Felipe tried but said it was hard to get hard again with someone watching him. But really, said Javier, it was because he was so afraid of what Mr. Kissner might want to do to him in exchange for not telling on him. He started feeling a lot better, though, when Mr. Kissner suggested that instead of jacking off, it would be a lot easier for him to blow his wad if he were being sucked off, upon which Mr. Kissner dropped to his knees, popped Felipe's pecker into his mouth, grabbed his bare ass, and began to give him some serious head. It took less than two minutes for Felipe to shoot his load down Mr. Kissner's throat; and when he had to piss afterwards and asked Mr. Kissner if it would be okay to go in his mouth, the handsome white man readily agreed to it. Only then did Felipe realize that, just like Cousin Marcus, Mr. Kissner was a bottom, and as he proceeded to take a nice long leak down Mr. Kissner's throat, he knew it was just a matter of finding out just how much of a bottom he was.
"So how long did that take?" I asked.
"What you think?" said Javier. "You know that puto couldn't wait. He had to get out the closet and go back in the gym before anybody missed him. But he told Felipe to stay there till the after-school session was over. Then, just when he was walkin' out, he turned around and told Felipe that if he had to go to the bathroom again to try not to, to just hold it till he got back. Felipe said he started to ask him if that included number-two, but he didn't bother because he already knew it did."
"So you mean to tell me Felipe took a shit in Mr. Kissner's mouth the SAME DAY he caught him jacking off in closet?" I asked, incredulous.
"That's right, Bro," said Javier. "Like I said, that puto couldn't even wait. He wanted to get him a taste of that good Latino cáca as quick as he could!"
Javier went on to tell me how Mr. Kissner not only ate Felipe's shit that day but licked his asshole clean afterwards then stripped, got down on all fours, and had Felipe fuck him up the ass. Of course Mr. Kissner sucked his shit off Felipe's dick after; then, with Felipe getting hard again, Mr. Kissner ended up swallowing a second load of sperm, followed by another load of piss.
"And they did all that shit right in the utility closet," Javier added. "'Cause that puto didn't have the key to lock up the locker room yet."
That weekend, according to Javier, Felipe did his usual thing with Cousin Marcus, but he never told him about Mr. Kissner and never told Mr. Kissner about Cousin Marcus. Then Cousin Marcus got arrested, so for a while it was just Felipe and Mr. Kissner. But with the two of them being "so fuckin' horny all the time," as Javier put it, one day Mr. Kissner asked Felipe if he knew any other boys "like him" who might be interested in joining them. When Felipe told him he had a bunch of cousins, several of whom had just started attending the school, and that they would ALL be interested, "that fuckin' puto's eyes almost popped outta his fuckin' head, and he had this big fuckin' grin on his face," said Javier. "After that, Felipe told our older cousins about Mr. Kissner, then they told us, then we told Devon and his brothers, then Devon told you, and, like they say, the rest is history."
"Wow," I said, "that's some story. Wait a minute," and with the guys standing around me, I stopped walking, stuck my hand down my pants, and readjusted my hard-on to make it less obvious. "Okay, that's better." Of course the guys just laughed at me.
By then we had walked all the way back home. Javier and Santiago lived in the same big apartment building with Devon and me, but they lived on the first floor in the back, so they said their goodbyes and took off towards the back door while Devon and I headed for the front. I was glad his cousins had left because I'd wanted to discuss something privately with Devon, but as he continued to talk about how neat it was when I shit in Mr. Kissner's mouth and how "Faggots like that deserve to eat shit and get fucked up the ass every fuckin' day!" I lost my nerve. I'd hoped to get it back by the time we got off the elevator, but I didn't, so all I ended up saying to my friend as we parted company was "see you later." It made me want to kick myself since I knew what was on my mind would worry me all night, which is exactly what happened.
But when I woke up Saturday morning, my attitude had changed and my nerve came back. I figured that since I'd "officially" completed my Rite of Passage by fucking Mr. Kissner's ass and taking a shit in his mouth, it was time to let Devon know about the "sissy side" of me that kept popping up and that I'd been struggling to hide. Yeah, it would probably stun him, maybe even make him think I was a freak, but he was my best friend, and since he had shared his deepest secrets with me, I needed to do likewise, especially about something that was such a core part of who I was.
So later that day, while my mom and dad were out grocery shopping, I called Devon and invited him over. Swearing him to secrecy, and threatening to end our friendship if he breathed a word to anybody, I finally revealed to him the bottom part of my personality. I expected him to be shocked, or at least surprised, as he listened to me, but to my surprise he wasn't. When I was done, he just smiled and said he'd suspected as much by the way I'd reacted to some of the things Cousin Marcus and Mr. Kissner had done, and especially how casual I was about Mr. Kissner shooting his load on me. But what REALLY surprised me was when he told me not to worry, that ALL guys--including him, Javier, Santiago, Felipe, and his own brothers--had a sissy side, but as long as I didn't take it up the ass, I was still macho and not a "faggot pussy"; and as long as I didn't eat shit, I was normal and not a "faggot pussy freak."
"But most of all," Devon added, "as long as you don't do any of that shit when we're with Mr. Kissner, then it's cool."
After that Devon and I got naked, lay head-to-toe on my bed, and sucked each other's dicks in what I later learned was called a "69," and when we came, we both swallowed each other's loads. I also finally got Devon to fart in my mouth, and while it wasn't as exciting as Mr. Kissner seemed to think it was, I still liked it and showed Devon my appreciation by sticking my tongue up his ass, another first for me and something he really seemed to like.
By the time Devon left my house that day, I felt as though a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I was SO happy to find out that having a sissy side was normal. Then I started wondering how Javier and Santiago expressed their sissy sides. Were they doing it when they were feeling me up so I could fuck Mr. Kissner that second time? Did they do like Devon and I had just done and suck each other's dicks? Maybe they didn't do it with each other at all but with Felipe or Devon's brothers or their other cousins. And were any of them into getting farted in the mouth? I had a lot of questions, but now that I knew that we all shared what I once thought I alone possessed, I could wait for the answers.
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