Small Tops Big Bottoms

Small Tops, Big Bottoms - Part 5 (b/b, anal, oral, ws, scat) by Coproman

When Devon, Javier, Santiago and I returned to school after summer vacation, we were met with devastating news: Mr. Kissner was gone! At first we thought he had suffered the same fate that Cousin Marcus had, meaning he'd propositioned the wrong kid and gotten busted. But according to the new after-school director, he'd been offered a full-time teaching position at a middle school in the suburbs, and had jumped at the opportunity to make more money while working closer to home.

I didn't really believe it. For a guy like Mr. Kissner some things are FAR more important than money and convenience. My guess was that pressure from Mrs. Kissner had had a lot to do with his decision, not understanding that her husband would simply end up coming home with multiple loads of white-boy sperm up his ass and eating multiple loads of white-boy shit instead of ours. But whether or not she was to blame or Mr. Kissner had simply crapped out on us didn't really matter. The bottom line was that he was gone, and once again we were left high and dry.

So now everything was the same as it had been after Cousin Marcus's arrest: Once again we were a bunch of small tops seeking a big bottom to satisfy our firmly established scat fetishes. Naturally the first person we considered approaching was the new director. But he gave no indication that he was anything other than a straight arrow, so we quickly abandoned that plan. So it was back to the drawing board, starting from scratch to find another pedo scat freak...well, not exactly from scratch, because I found out that there were already candidates for the position. Apparently all of Mr. Kissner's other boys had learned the same thing Devon and I had learned from our experience with Cousin Marcus: Never take anything for granted because it can be snatched away from you in a New York minute; or, to use the Boy Scout Motto, "Be prepared." So we all had contingency plans. We just didn't necessarily share them with each other.

Devon and I started getting our own contingency plan together not long after we first had sex with each other, which was right after we'd shared our sissy sides. So by the end of June, knowing we wouldn't be seeing Mr. Kissner again until September, we were already exploring ways we could get our rocks off for two months without sinking to the "faggot pussy" or "faggot pussy freak" level, as Devon defined them. That usually meant either sucking each other off or taking turns crack-fucking each other until each of us spurted a load between the other's butt cheeks then licking it up. But after a couple of weeks of this, I wanted to go further, even if it meant venturing down those forbidden paths of debauchery. So after each get-together I would ask Devon, "I wonder what it feels like to take it up the butt?" and every time he would answer, "You don't wanna know," upon which I would back off and say, "No, I guess not."

One day, though, I was feeling particularly horny. Even after Devon had farted in my mouth and I'd licked his asshole and we'd fucked each other's mouths and swallowed each other's spunk, I wanted more. So as we lay in a sideways 69 with our faces still in one another's hairless crotches, I spoke directly to Devon's dick: "You know, I REALLY wonder what it feels like to take it up the butt. I figure if Mr. Kissner and Cousin Marcus both had us do it to them all those times, it must feel kinda nice."

"I guess it does, if you're a faggot pussy like them," said Devon, humping my face a few times before stopping and asking me, "You're not a faggot pussy, are you?"

"...no, but..."

"'But' what?"

Pausing, I took a deep breath, getting a good whiff of Devon's sweaty pubic area as I got up my nerve, then said, "I kinda wanna see how YOURS feels in my butt. Nobody else's, just yours. Does that still make me a faggot pussy?"

"Well...kinda," Devon said haltingly, his prick rapidly rehardening in my face, "but..."

I smiled. "'But' what?"

"Well, if nobody knows but us, then it don't matter," he explained. "Besides, it's not like you're REALLY a faggot pussy. You'd just be a make-believe one while we're fooling around. And as long as neither one of us tells anybody what we did, who's gonna know?"

"Good point," I agreed. "So will you put your dick in my butt so I can see what it feels like?"

"You really want me to?"

"Yeah."

By that time, of course, both of us were fully erect again, so I wasn't surprised when Devon humped my face a few more times and said, "Okay. Lay on your stomach...faggot."

Smiling again, I kissed the head of his prick then flipped over onto my tummy and closed my eyes. I can't tell you how excited I was at the prospect of my good friend fucking me up the ass. But the very notion that I was so turned on also scared me because I saw it as my first step down the road to becoming something more than just a pretend faggot pussy, maybe even a faggot pussy freak. Would I too end up as a bachelor bottom with little boys dropping by my house to fuck me up the ass and poop in my mouth? Right now it didn't matter; all I wanted was to feel Devon's dick in my butt.

Taking great care not to hurt me, Devon greased up his dick and my asshole as much as possible with Vaseline before mounting me. To warm up he crack-fucked me again for a couple of minutes. Then I felt the head of his prick pressing against my asshole. My instinct was to tighten my sphincter, which, despite all the lubrication, would have made it hard for Devon to get inside me. But what I didn't tell Devon was that I had been preparing for weeks for this moment by probing my anus with various objects, including a carrot and the handle of a hairbrush, so I already knew that I needed to push out like I was taking a shit to make it easier for him to get inside me. So I relaxed and pushed, and just like that the head of Devon's dick popped inside me.

"Nngh!" I gasped.

"Hey, Ty, you okay?" asked Devon, concerned.

"Uh-huh," I mumbled.

"So how's it feel? Does it hurt?"

"A little, but it's not bad." Turning my head to side, I asked, "So how much is in there?"

"It's a little past the head," he said. "So can I keep going?"

"Yeah, but go slow, okay?"

"Okay."

Turning my head back, I pressed my face into my pillow, preparing for the pain that I was sure would come with Devon's continued entry. But to my surprise, I felt no pain at all, just a little discomfort as he slowly pushed more and more of his rod up my ass. Soon he was lying flat on top of me.

"That's it, Bro," Devon announced. "I'm in up to my balls. So how is it?"

"Not bad," I admitted as I flexed my sphincter on his shaft. Actually I was really surprised. In my head I was picturing the length of Devon's dick, and I couldn't believe that all four inches of it were nestled in my rectum and that it wasn't hurting.

Putting his mouth right beside my ear, Devon whispered, "So can I start fuckin' you now?"

"Yeah," I whispered back, "but go slow again, okay?"

"Okay."

I was expecting him to start right away, so I was surprised when he just lay there for a minute. It turned out that he was about to confess something to me.

"Hey, Ty, you know what?"

"What?"

"Well, to tell the truth, I been wantin' to get some butt offa you for long time, but I didn't wanna turn you into no faggot pussy, so instead, whenever I did Cousin Marcus and Mr. Kissner, I would make believe it was you."

"Really?"

"Yep. But they're both so big, I couldn't really convince myself, so I stopped tryin'."

"So now that it's really happening, what do you think?"

"¡Me gusta! I like! I like! You're a helluva lot tighter than them two faggot pussies--that's for sure!"

Snickering, I braced myself and waited for Devon to start humping me. Still afraid of hurting me, he pulled out very slowly then pushed back in just as slowly. When I didn't wince or tighten up, he went a bit faster, and when I still didn't show signs of feeling any pain, he went faster still. Before you knew it, my best friend was fucking my ass at a nice steady pace.

"So how's it feel now, Ty? It still don't hurt?"

"Nope," I said, and it was true. In fact it was now starting to feel good, and while I couldn't imagine taking anything much longer or thicker than Devon's dick back there, I was beginning to understand the pleasure that Mr. Kissner and Cousin Marcus took in having boys like us fuck men like them up the ass.

"So can I go faster?"

"Don't ask. Just do it," I said, suddenly annoyed that Devon was treating me so gingerly.

"Okay, faggot, you asked for it," said Devon, and he quickly turned on the juice, fucking me with full, hard strokes. I wasn't quite as prepared for his onslaught as I thought, and I winced as his dick hit nerve endings I didn't even know I had. But it never once occurred to me to tell him to stop or slow down, because by now he was really into it, and the fact that he was so into it made me get into it. Besides, I knew that the pleasure I'd felt before would come back as soon as my rectum stretched open a little more.

Fortunately I was right. In fact, once my anus had fully accommodated Devon's dick, the hard fucking actually felt better than the gentle fucking. After only a few minutes of it I found myself lifting my hips to meet his downstrokes and panting, "Yeah, fuck me, Devon! Fuck the shit outta my black ass!"

"So you like havin' my half-nigger dick up your full-nigger ass, huh, faggot boy?"

"Yeah, I love it! It feels SO fuckin' good!"

"And you want me to shoot my load in that nigger ass, don't you?"

"Yeah!" I said. "I wanna feel your spunk deep in my asshole!"

"Well, get ready, faggot boy, 'cause here it comes!"

With a final hard thrust, Devon buried his boner in my anus, plastered his chest against my back, and started shivering like he was cold.

"Shit! I'm comin'! Take it! Take my load right in your fuckin' ass, faggot!"

As I lay there, I was hoping to actually feel Devon's sperm squirting into my intestines, but I guess there wasn't enough of it, because all I felt was his dick throbbing in my rectum. When his climax was over, I gently squeezed my sphincter, milking him dry and making him moan. Afterwards my friend just lay on top of me, breathing heavily as he recovered from his orgasm.

Turning my head to the side again, I quietly said, "So I take it you liked fuckin' my ass."

"Damn right, Bro," Devon sighed. "That shit was SWEET!"

I paused then asked, "So...what are we gonna do about MY hard-on?"

"Just hold on a minute, Baby. I'll take care of that for you."

The "Baby" part caught me off guard. Devon had never referred to me that way before. Then again I had never taken on the role of being his bitch before either, so I guess it was appropriate, given our new relationship.

As Devon's breathing evened out, he got so relaxed on top of me that I thought he'd fallen asleep. But several seconds later, I felt him lifting off me, pulling his shrunken penis out of my ravaged rectum. When the head finally slipped out, it felt slimy and mushy back there, like I had shit out a wet little turd, and right after that it felt nice and cool, as the air hit my expanded hole. I flexed my sphincter a couple of times and Devon got all excited that he could see his spunk oozing out of my asshole.

Afterwards Devon lay on his back next to me and told me to roll over on top of him, move up and fuck his mouth. This was as submissive as he'd ever been with me, and it was not only a pleasant surprise but a welcome one too, being that the flip side of my nature was pushing through and I was feeling a lot less "sissy" at the time. So I followed Devon's instructions, looking underneath myself as I docked my cock between his lips.

"You ready?" I asked.

"Mm-hm," he replied, tilting his head back to look up at me.

As Devon had done when he fucked my ass, I started off slowly, gently lowering and lifting my hips and watching my dick slip in and out of his mouth and my crotch repeatedly push into his face. After a few of these slow strokes, though, he must've felt the same way I did about being fucked, because he grabbed my ass and started squeezing my cheeks, indicating that he wanted me to step up the pace. So I did, pumping my hips and pistoning my boner into his mouth, making him moan.

At some point--and I'm not sure when--I crossed over, meaning I no longer cared if I was causing Devon any kind of discomfort. All that mattered was getting my rocks off, and if I had to hump his head into the mattress then so be it. Fortunately Devon didn't seem to mind surrendering his mouth to me, because he kept a nice firm hold on my butt as I fucked his face, my dick driving down his throat and my balls bouncing off his chin until it was time for my prepubescent baby-makers to check out of the nursery.

"Oo! Oo!" I panted, jerking, thrusting my hips forward, and trembling as my prick began to throb. "Take it, Devon! Take my come right in your pussy mouth!"

Not only did Devon suck on my cock the whole time it was down his throat, he also surprised me by shoving his middle finger up my mushy ass, which caused me to push my crotch even harder into his face, forcing my dick even farther down his throat, and probably causing me to shoot out a little extra spunk as well. It took only a few seconds of Devon wiggling his finger around inside me for me to empty my balls in his mouth.

Afterwards, feeling drained, I slowly lifted myself up, pulling my dick free of Devon's lips as he pulled his finger out of my asshole. He slid from under me and I flopped face-down on the bed. Two seconds later he stuck his shitty finger right under my nose and laughed when I jerked my head back.

"S'matter, Ty? I thought you liked smellin' shit."

"Not my OWN!" I protested, though that wasn't entirely true.

"So how'd you like the way I sucked your dick this time?"

"It was good," I admitted. "I'm surprised you didn't choke, taking it down your throat like that. So who you been practicin' on?"

"Your mama. And her dick's a LOT bigger than yours."

When we finished giggling over that, Devon made a move to get up.

"Where you goin'?" I asked him.

"Well, I gotta take a serious shit, and since Cousin Marcus and Mr. Kissner ain't here, I'm gonna hafta use your toilet...unless..." He looked at me and smiled slyly.

"'Unless' what?" I asked.

"Unless you want me to do it in your mouth. Do you?"

"No! No way!" I said quickly. "I might pretend to be a faggot pussy, but I draw the line at that faggot pussy FREAK shit!"

"Good," said Devon. "'Cause sometimes I be wonderin' about you, Bro. Anyway, I'll be back." And with that he hopped off the bed and dashed naked out the door and down the hall.

As much as I wanted to follow my good friend, I stayed put because I didn't want him to know that I had lied. I didn't draw the line at all. I wanted very much for him to shit in my mouth. And while showing up in the bathroom would've confirmed his suspicions about me, the fact that I had a full boner again would've also let him know just how turned on I was about doing it. The truth was that every time I'd watched Cousin Marcus or Mr. Kissner eat shit, I pictured myself more on the receiving than the giving end of the nasty act. And every time I tongued Devon's asshole, I imagined what it would be like to hold my mouth there while he fed me a nice fat turd. My only fear--especially after that last mega shit session with Mr. Kissner--was that Devon's load would be too big for me to handle. So I found myself fantasizing not so much about him as I did about Miguel, his little brother. Being that he was only six, I figured I'd have no trouble swallowing his whole bowel movement. I also thought about how easily I could indoctrinate him at such a young age into becoming my regular scat top.

But I dared not breathe a word of this to Devon. Since he already saw me as suspect, I couldn't let him know that I wanted to eat his little brother's shit any more than I could let him know I wanted to eat his. Either way it would mean I was a faggot pussy freak, as far as he was concerned. And if I even hinted at my indoctrination fantasy, it would no doubt remind him of what Cousin Marcus did to him when he was a little kid, which, even though he liked it, might freak him out with regard to Miguel and jeopardize our friendship.

Of course, the fact that I was thinking seriously about ANY of this scared the hell out of me. I couldn't believe I was actually PLOTTING to satisfy my shit-eating fantasies with my best friend's little brother! When I looked in the mirror, I almost expected to see Cousin Marcus's face staring back at me. But I couldn't deny those urges or the emergence of my bottom, and the thought of having a young, inexperienced boy fuck my ass and shit in my mouth wouldn't go away. The funny thing, though, was that I still felt like a top too. At the time we were only a couple of weeks into the summer and, just like Devon and the others, I was already missing Mr. Kissner's asshole and mouth. That's when I began to realize that for some people it wasn't a matter of "either/or" when it came to being a top or a bottom. It wasn't a matter of being a top with a sissy side either. It was a matter of understanding that people like me could feel as comfortable on top as they did on bottom...and needed BOTH to be fully satisfied.

Anyway, Devon and I continued to do our thing (and I assumed his brothers and cousins continued to do theirs) until the end of July, when he broke the news to me that he would be spending the entire month of August upstate in summer camp. I was devastated. Devon didn't seem to be too thrilled either, but there was nothing he could do about it. His mom had signed him up months ago, before we'd started exploring our sissy sides, and there was no way he could get out of going. As crushed as I was, my bottom immediately saw this as an opportunity.

"So who all is going?" I asked.

"Me, my two older brothers, Javier, Santiago, Felipe, and a couple of my other cousins."

"What about Miguel?"

"Nah, he's too young. You have to be at least nine, so he's stayin' home with Ma."

Forcing a sad smile, I said, "Well, I'm sure gonna miss you. I'll probably be jackin' off ten times a day just thinkin' about you."

"Same here, Bro. And I'm REALLY gonna miss that tight booty of yours."

We both laughed at that, but I had a feeling there would be more than enough tight booty to go around up at camp. Hell, the camp director himself might be another Mr. Kissner! But since I wouldn't be involved in any of it, I didn't even want to think about it. Besides, I was already thinking about ways of being alone with Miguel, because I had no intention of just jacking off for a whole month....

When the bus left for camp, a bunch of us were there to see it off, including Devon's mom and Miguel, who was obviously upset about his big brothers leaving him. Even with tears streaming down his face, though, this little boy was the cutest thing I'd ever laid eyes on. Not quite four feet tall, he was light-skinned with big dark eyes and long dark curly hair. Wearing a white tee-shirt with the flag of Puerto Rico emblazoned on it, he looked a lot more Hispanic than Devon. The only feature they shared was a round little butt, and Miguel's was poking out prominently in his tight blue shorts.

Vowing to have my tongue in that butt before the end of the month, I boldly walked up to Devon's mom and told her that, with so many of her kids going off to camp, I would be more than happy to babysit Miguel if she needed me to. She thanked me for the offer but said that her two teenaged daughters would be staying home and that they would babysit Miguel while she was at work.

I tried not to look as disappointed as I felt. I had completely forgotten about Devon's older sisters. Then I remembered that Devon had other relatives living in our building as well, so even if his sisters weren't available to babysit Miguel, one of the relatives would be, just like Cousin Marcus had babysat Devon, Javier, and Santiago. Now I felt even worse, and as the bus pulled off, I half-heartedly waved to Devon and the others, wishing I were going with them.

But sometimes good fortune smiles down on even the most perverted of individuals. For me it happened just three days after the boys left for camp. I was home alone and, predictably, in the middle of jacking off when the doorbell rang. To my surprise it was Jasmine, one of Devon's older sisters, and right beside her was little Miguel!

"Hi, Tyrone. Listen, me and my sister have to go out, and our mom's not home yet, so could you watch Miguel till we get back?"

"Sure," I said, smiling while wondering why they hadn't left him with their relatives.

"We would've left him with one of our aunts or uncles," she continued, as if reading my mind, "but...well, you know, since we're only gonna be gone a couple of hours, we didn't want them tellin' Ma how we dumped him on them and whatnot, you know?"

Still smiling, I nodded. I figured these girls probably had boyfriends and didn't want to be saddled with a six-year-old all day long, so I said, "I don't mind. I'm here all summer, so anytime you want to drop him off for a while, it's okay."

"Thanks," said Jasmine, giving me a hug and kissing me on the forehead. "I'll see you in a little bit. Bye, Miguel."

"Bye," he replied, waving.

Leading the boy inside, I closed and locked the door. My heart was beating so fast I thought I was either going to faint or have a heart attack. I took a deep breath before turning around and staring at little Miguel, who was standing there looking as innocent as a newborn babe. He was wearing the same Puerto Rico shirt and tight blue shorts he'd had on at the camp send-off. I was about to pounce on him with my seduction plan when he said something that stopped me dead in my tracks:

"Ty, my wee-wee's hard. Can you suck it and make it soft again like my brother does?"

Whoa!! "...uhh...which brother is that?" I asked, trying my best to stay composed.

"Devon."

Ah-HAH! I said to myself, mentally wagging my finger at my best friend. He's too young to go to camp but not too young to fool around with! Shit, no wonder the poor kid was crying when we saw you off; just like me, he was losing his sex partner!

"Sure, Miguel," I said, smiling as I took him by the hand. "I'll suck it for you. Let's go in my room." I never expected to get so far with him this quickly, and I was grateful to Devon for allowing me to skip all the preliminaries.

As soon as we were in my room, Miguel casually shimmied out of his shorts and underwear, letting them drop down onto his sneakers. Then he just stood there looking at me and waiting. Because he still had his tee-shirt on, I couldn't see anything. But something underneath was causing the front of his shirttail to tent out.

"Take that shirt off too, amigo," I said, deliberately using the same pet name that Mr. Kissner had used for Santiago. "I wanna see how many muscles you have under there."

Giggling he bent over and tugged at his shirt, only to get it stuck on his head. As he fought to get it off, he turned his back to me and I took a few moments to stare at his naked little ass before finally assisting him. I also helped him step out of the shorts and briefs bunched up around his ankles, leaving him wearing only his socks and sneakers.

"That's better. Wow! You look like you've been workin' out!"

I wasn't kidding, but I wasn't talking about Miguel's pecs or biceps, which were, like those of every other six-year-old boy, basically non-existent. No, I was talking about that muscular little erection of his, which was at least three inches long--very impressive for a boy his age! Along with his ball sac, which was the size of a large walnut, they were the most beautiful little genitals I'd ever seen, and I was eager to taste them. A quick calculation told me that if I sat on the floor next to my bed with my back against the mattress, my mouth and Miguel's cocklet would be on just about the same level; he could just walk up to me and stick it right between my lips. So I did, and he did, and I cupped his cute palm-sized buns as he proceeded to fuck my mouth.

"Mmmmmmmm!" I moaned as Miguel's prick pistoned my pursed lips, his crotch bumped against my nose, and his balls bounced of my bottom lip. The pissy aroma of his hairless pubic area added to the thrill of sucking off the little boy, and I was couldn't wait to see how he reacted when he came.

I didn't have to wait long. No more than three minutes into humping my head, the horny little Hispanic gasped, getting up on his toes as he pressed his pubes into my face and began to shiver.

"¡Ay! ¡Ay! ¡Ay!" he yipped, his prick pulsating between my lips as I held on tight to his quivering little ass. To heighten the experience, I sneaked the tip of my middle finger into his anus, mimicking what Devon had done to me, and I got even more turned on when the boy's sphincter grabbed it and began to suck on it. Though Miguel was too young to shoot anything, just having his stiffy in my mouth as he climaxed made me feel as if I were draining him of his sexual essence, that it was pouring right down my throat, and that feeling made me wish I could be there to taste his very first load.

But while there was no come for me to swallow, there were other things Miguel's young body offered that, for me, were just as good; and as the boy came down from his orgasm and slumped against my head, I knew that my next stop was where my fingertip was planted. I waited for his weiner to wilt before letting it drop out of my mouth and unplugging his anus. I pulled myself off the floor and sat on the bed.

"So how'd you like it, amigo? Was it good?"

"Uh-huh," he panted. "REAL good!"

"So does your brother ever do anything besides suck your wee-wee?"

"Like what?"

"Like lick your butthole."

"Ewwwwww!" he said, frowning and shaking his head. "No! That's GROSS!"

"Well, guess what, amigo. 'Gross' is what I'm all about. So turn around and bend over so I can get a good look at that little cáca hole of yours."

After giving me one of those "I-can't-believe-you're-so-fucking-nasty" looks, the boy slowly turned around and bent over, holding his knees for support as I crouched behind him. He had the most perfect little round ass I'd ever seen--a smaller, lighter version of Devon's--and I took great pleasure in spreading his buns apart.

But what I found surprised me. No, not the shit. When I was six years old, it was against my religion to take any more than five seconds to wipe my ass after taking a dump, so I fully expected the smelly brown residue I found in Miguel's anus. But I also expected to find a tight little hole, and what I was looking at was neither all that tight nor all that little. At first I thought it was simply an illusion, that his cheeks were so small that they merely appeared to make his asshole look big. But that wasn't it, at least not entirely, and before I could stop myself, I asked him exactly what I was thinking:

"So, Miguel, has Devon been sticking his wee-wee in your butthole?"

He didn't answer me, which gave me my answer, but I wanted to hear him tell me.

"Well?" I persisted.

"...I'm not supposed to tell nobody," he finally confessed.

"Don't worry, amigo. I won't say anything. It's just between us," I assured him. But to myself I said, DOUBLE Ah-HAH! and again I mentally wagged my finger at my horny best friend. Somehow he hadn't sworn Miguel to secrecy about sucking his little cock, but he had about fucking his little butt. So he had no qualms about turning his own little brother into a faggot pussy.

"So how long has he been doin' you?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. I can't think back that far."

Naturally I was pissed off. Not only had my best friend held out on informing me about Miguel, he had also held out on sharing him with me. Maybe, for whatever reason, he couldn't. I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. But I had a feeling he was just being selfish, which wasn't fair to me or Miguel. Now that he was away at camp, though, I would graciously pick up where he'd left off and add a few new tricks of my own. Ironically it was only because of Devon that I had the desire to fuck Miguel. By inviting me to ass-fuck Cousin Marcus and Mr. Kissner, he had awakened my dormant top; and now that Mr. Kissner was on vacation, and since Devon, even if he weren't off at camp, wouldn't let me fuck him anyway, my dick was aching for some butt--ANY butt--and, as they say, "any port in a storm...."

As I continued to peer deep inside the six-year-old's anus, I began to focus more on the leftover shit, and I was pleased to see brown smears not only on the surface of his anus but on walls of his rectum as well; then I deep-sniffed him and felt my dick harden when a strong shit odor filled my nostrils. I kept thinking how if I'd only managed to get to Miguel the same day his brothers had left for camp, I'd probably have found a nice load of Devon's come inside him too. But the leftover shit was good enough for now, and I moaned as I pressed my lips over his hole and thrust my tongue up his ass.

"Ooh! Ooh!" Miguel gasped, flinching. "That tickles."

I don't think "tickles" was really what he meant, because I certainly didn't hear him laughing as I probed his shitty, smelly asshole. He just cooed like a contented pigeon, so I figured "tickles" was the only word he had in his limited vocabulary to describe what he was feeling.

What I was feeling was almost as hard to describe because it was so intense. I couldn't believe I was actually licking the shit out the asshole of my best friend's little brother, a kid half my age. In fact, Miguel was a full year younger than Devon had been when Cousin Marcus first freaked on him. Oh, well, I told myself, kids learn things a lot earlier these days.

After I finished eating Miguel's anus, I spread it open and peered inside again. All of the brown smears were gone, and his pucker glistened with my saliva. I wanted to tell him that he now had the cleanest asshole of any six-year-old on the planet, but I couldn't because I knew he was hiding something, something that my tongue couldn't quite reach far enough inside him to confirm. So I licked my middle finger and reinserted it in his spit-lubricated hole, this time going past the tip.

"Ouch!" he yipped, flinching again as his sphincter grabbed ahold of my knuckle. But after I kissed him on his ass and told him to relax, he unlocked his bowels again and my finger slowly sank into his rectum. Sure enough, a little more than half way in, I ran into something. I poked it a couple of times before slowly withdrawing, eliciting another "Ouch!" from the boy as my finger popped out of his tight little tailpipe.

I smiled when I saw the light-brown dollop on my fingertip and under my fingernail. I sniffed it then sucked it off, and as soon as the earthy flavor hit my taste buds, I knew right away that this was not only something I wanted but NEEDED, and that I wouldn't be able to do without for very long. At that moment I knew that I had crossed Devon's pervert line: I was now a confirmed faggot pussy freak, just like Cousin Marcus and Mr. Kissner. But instead of being horrified by the realization, I was relieved: I no longer had to make excuses for anything I felt or did.

Turning Miguel around, I raised myself up just high enough to get eye-to-eye with him. "Hey, amigo, before we do any more wee-wee sucking, don't you have to do somethin' else first?"

"Like what?" he asked.

"Like a number two."

Surprised, he said, "Yeah. How'd you know?"

"'Cause I could taste it and feel it up your butt."

"Ewwwwww! Gross!" he said, his cute face again squinching up, turning me on all the more.

"So you need to go ahead and do that before I suck your wee-wee again, okay?"

"Okay," he said, nodding; but when he started walking off to the bathroom, I gently grasped his arm.

"Whoa, amigo. Where you goin'? I want you to do it right here."

He looked confused. "In your room?"

"Yep."

Looking around, he said, "But I don't see no toilet or potty or nothin' in here."

"Well, that's because there ain't one."

"So where I'm suppose to go at?"

"Where no boy has gone before," I said, snickering. Too young to understand the Star Trek reference, Miguel continued to just stand there staring at me, still looking confused. Staring right back at him, I said, "I want you to do a number two in my mouth, amigo."

It was fascinating to see little Miguel's expression morph from confusion to disbelief to shock to disgust right before my eyes, even before the "Ewwwwwwww!! Gross!!" could make its way out of his frowning mouth. But as much fun as it was to gross him out, my bottom was begging for him to take control and "force" me to eat his shit. So I needed to get him to change his attitude. The question was how to do it. Right now he was looking at me not only as if I were the biggest piece of scum on earth but also like he wanted to BE anyplace else on earth. But I was hopeful that a little reverse psychology would get me what I wanted.

"That's okay. Forget it," I said, batting my hand at him. "Go ahead to the bathroom."

"Okay," he said, slowly backing away from me.

Then I sighed as heavily as I could and shook my head. "I knew Devon was wrong."

Right away Miguel stopped, as I knew he would. "Wrong about what?"

"About you doin' a number two in my mouth. I told him you weren't old enough to play nasty big boy games like that, but he said you were plenty old enough and if I asked you to do it, you would, 'cause you were a big boy too."

"He did?"

"Yep. But I knew he was wrong, 'cause look what happened when I did ask you. You didn't act like a big boy. You acted like a big fuckin' baby."

"I ain't no baby!" he said sternly.

I shook my head again. "Well, you're sure actin' like one. Matter of fact, I'm gonna go see if I can find a bottle for you to suck on...baby."

"I told you, I AIN'T no BABY!"

"Well, I don't believe you." I began to search my room. "Now I know my old baby bottle is around here somewhere. I know I didn't throw it out, 'cause I knew one day I'd have to babysit a BIG FUCKIN' BABY like you."

"I AIN'T NO BABY!!" he screamed. Red-faced, crying, and livid, he rushed at me, swinging his fists. As he began to fight me, I was trying hard not to laugh, but he looked so funny being so aggressive while wearing nothing but his socks and sneakers. At the same time I was impressed that, even though I was bigger than him, he didn't hesitate to attack me. Indeed, he was surprisingly strong for his age, and his punches hurt, but this was exactly the reaction I was hoping to get.

"Okay, okay!" I said, wrapping my arms around him. "I take it back. You're not a baby. You're a big boy. But that means you're gonna do like Devon said and go in my mouth, right?"

"Yeah!" he said, sniffling as he began to calm down. "And it ain't gonna be no baby cáca, neither! I'm gonna make a great BIG cáca right in your nasty ol' mouth!"

The six-year-old's words were music to my ears: It wasn't going to be nearly as hard as I thought to turn him into the top I wanted him to be. What I did not want, though, was for Miguel to be distracted by my super-hard dick, so I stripped off only my shirt and lay face-up on the floor.

"Okay, amigo, come over here and squat over my face."

Eager to show me what a big grown-up boy he was, the little Puerto Rican boldly walked over and stood over me, his feet framing my head as he glowered down at me. His position gave me a fantasic view of everything from his curvy little butt cheeks to his narrow ass crack to his pouting anus to his round ball sac to his stiff cocklet, still glistening with my spit. And above it all was his red, angry face staring down at me, the face of a boy whose attitude about shitting in my mouth had flipped 180 degrees simply because he now had something to prove.

But the moment Miguel turned around, facing away from me, and squatted over my head, I was suddenly seized by uncertainty. As cute as his little light-skinned ass was, I had no idea just how much shit was hiding between the lips of that pouting anus and began to doubt my ability handle it all. But that uncertainty came in a distant second to my excitement, and as Miguel held on to my bed to steady himself, I became determined to eat everything he fed me, no matter how much there was or how difficult it was to do.

Adjusting his little butt to make sure his asshole was positioned directly over my mouth, I said, "Okay, amigo, you're on target. Now it's up to you."

While he didn't respond verbally, his anus kissed at me a couple of times then swelled up into a tiny donut. My mouth was wide open and my heart was thumping away as the little hole slowly expanded until the tail end of a baby brown turd began to push out.

"Oh, fuck!" I said, shoving my hand in my underwear and grabbing my cock. "Yeah, Miguel! Shit in my mouth! I wanna fuckin' EAT it!"

Again the little Puerto Rican said nothing, but his asshole spoke volumes as it proceeded to lay the most delightful little loaf of boy-shit right on my outstretched tongue.

"Nnnnnnnn!" I groaned, piggishly gulping down the boy's anal gift whole. There was more smell than taste, and that smell was strong, but I was so enthralled by the idea of eating my first toddler turd that both the smell and the taste were like ambrosia. But then he drew in his sphincter, and I was afraid that the one piece of shit was all the cute child had for me. Fortunately it was just a matter of his bowels taking a break, because a few seconds later his anal lips kissed at me again, his hole cratered open again, and a longer, softer turd began to enter my mouth, smacking and crackling as it grew into a long rope, rapidly filling my oral cavity.

"Nnnnnnnn!" I groaned again, this time biting into the semisoft mass, chewing it up, and savoring the bursts of shitty flavor on my taste buds as, mouthful by mouthful, I swallowed the little boy's feces.

No doubt thinking that he'd at least gotten my attention, Miguel finally broke his silence, smugly asking, "Hey, Ty, NOW am I a big boy?"

Being that my mouth was otherwise occupied, I could only respond with a quick "Mm-hm!" but it was enough to let him know that, yes, he was doing a good job and, no, I shouldn't have questioned his big-boyness. For him, I'm sure, what he was doing to me was just as satisfying as beating me up for calling him a baby. But for me what he was doing--and what I was experiencing--was better than anything I could have imagined. Finally I was able to identify completely with Cousin Marcus and Mr. Kissner, and I totally understood why eating boy-shit was such a turn-on for them. No, I couldn't explain it. I still can't. All I can say is that it's a deep, fundamental need that probably has something to do with turning things topsy-turvy, so what's usually done among adults is done with children, what's usually a private act is shared, and what's usually flushed down gets eaten. And surrounding it all--amping up the sexual excitement--is the idea that you're permanently changing everything a child has been taught about human waste, simultaneously corrupting and expanding his mind by involving him in one of the vilest, most taboo acts anyone can perform.

Of course the fact that Miguel was so cute was another thing that made eating his shit so exciting. While I probably would've done it even if he looked like a troll, I wouldn't have been nearly as turned on. Then I thought about some of the other cute boys I'd seen in his first-grade class--which was made up mostly of Puerto Rican and black children--and imagined myself playing human toilet to all of them. Just like Mr. Kissner had done with us, I would have them all line up from shortest to tallest; then, one by one, each boy would squat over my face and poop in my mouth. Absorbed in my fantasy, I groaned as I wolfed down another hearty mouthful of Miguel's shit while wondering who was next in line and, ultimately, how many loads of stinky little-boy poop my stomach could hold.

"Hey, Ty, you know what?" asked Miguel, interrupting my fantasy. "I like goin' in your mouth even more better than goin' in the toilet."

His words made me tingle all over. I couldn't have hoped for a better reaction from the six-year-old. In fact, it turned me on so much that something in the darkest part of my brain took over, and I heard myself actually growling as I pulled on Miguel's thin thighs, urging him to sit right on my face and finish dumping his load straight down my throat.

My weird move may have freaked the boy out a little, because he got quiet again. But he didn't try to get up--not that he could have, the way I was holding onto him!--and I had the pleasure of not only slurping down every morsel of his shit but licking him clean afterwards. So now I was not only an official Human Toilet but an official Human Ass Wipe as well, just like my two big bottoms, and I couldn't have been happier.

When I finally loosened my grip on Miguel's thighs, he immediately stood up and turned around to look at me.

"Ewwwwww!" he said, frowning. "There's cáca all on your face!"

I wanted to see, so I got up and looked in the mirror on the back of my door. Sure enough there was shit not only on my lips and tongue but on my chin and nose as well. I took care of the problem by licking what I could off my lips then wiping the rest off with my hand and licking my fingers, all before the probing eyes and squinched-up face of a cute little Puerto Rican. When I was done he was still staring at me.

"So...how it taste?" he finally asked me.

I wanted to show him by giving him a big French kiss, but I figured I'd freaked him out enough for one day, so I just smiled at him and said, "Not bad...but only because it's yours."

He responded by mixing in a little smile with his frown, as if he appreciated my remark but didn't really believe it. But I figured that by the end of the summer, he'd have gone in my mouth enough times to convince him just how true my words were.

"Well, I'm ready to suck your wee-wee again, amigo. But when it's soft again, I'm gonna do the same thing to your little culo that your brother does, okay?"

"Okay," he said, nodding.

I was amazed at how casual the six-year-old was about getting his ass fucked. Then again, it had apparently happened so often that he no longer feared it, knowing exactly what to expect. Again I got pissed off at Devon. I wondered if there were days when, before leaving his house, he had fucked Miguel, then come over to my house and fucked me, then gone back home and fucked Miguel again! It was certainly possible, being the horny little bastard that he was.

But to confront Devon with any of my questions meant letting him know, at the very least, that I had spoken to Miguel and examined his anus; and I wasn't sure I wanted to reveal any of that to him, much less anything else we'd done. Besides, I needed to focus on the present instead of the future, and presently I wanted the same thing from Miguel that Cousin Marcus had wanted from Devon.

"Listen, amigo, instead of suckin' it again, I know an even better way for you to get your little rocks off."

Again came the frown of confusion. "You do?"

"Yep."

"How?"

"By you doin' the same thing to my butt I'm gonna do to yours."

The look on his face quickly morphed from confusion to surprise to uncertainty. "You mean, you want me to put MY wee-wee in YOUR butt?"

"That's right, amigo. Since you're such a big boy, you can do that for me, can't you?"

"Yeah!" he said, smiling all over his face as he nodded.

"Good," I said, and as I began to take off my pants, Miguel's mouth was hanging open and his eyes were glued to my crotch, as he was apparently eager to see how my dick compared to his brother's. When I finally stepped out of my underwear, his eyes lit up.

"Oooo! Yours looks just like Devon's!" he said.

"I know. Just the right size to fit in your little doo-doo hole." Blushing, he giggled; then I added, "And yours is just the right size to fit in mine. So let's do it, okay?"

"Yeah!"

I was about to climb onto my bed when I stopped and looked at the eager little boy one more time. "Oh, just one more thing, amigo. What does your brother say to you when he's pluggin' your little poop chute?"

Blushing again, he hesitated before finally saying, "He calls me names and stuff."

"And how do you feel about that?"

"Okay, I guess. It makes me feel grown up."

"Well, amigo, since you ARE a big boy, when you're doin' me I want you to say the same things to me that your brother says to you. ¿Comprendes?"

"Yeah," he agreed, smiling sheepishly as he nodded.

Even though Devon had already taken my anal cherry, the fact that his six-year-old little brother was about to lose his virginity in my asshole made me feel like an anal virgin all over again. So I wanted to make the experience as memorable for him as Cousin Marcus had made it for me.

Lying face down on my bed, I reached back and spread my cheeks apart, exactly like Cousin Marcus had done before I fucked him the first time. And just like I'd done to Marcus, Miguel climbed on top of me, aimed, and hit the mark on his very first try, his three-inch pecker sliding all the way in my asshole and making me shiver.

"Mmmmmmmm!" I moaned. "That feels good. How's it feel to you, amigo? Good?"

"Yeah!" he said. "REAL good!"

"Well, it's gonna feel even better when you start fuckin' me. You know what to do, don't you?"

"I think so."

"Then do it. Fuck my ass."

As Miguel began to move, my heart was beating as fast as it was when he'd shit in my mouth. The six-year-old may have been used to being a bottom, but as a top he was as naive and inexperienced as I was during my virgin ass fuck with Cousin Marcus. He humped me a few times from one position then stopped, shifted around, and humped me some more from a different position; then a minute later, he shifted again. A couple of times he accidentally pulled out all the way and ended up jabbing his cocklet above and below my asshole before I helped him find his way back in again. But all the fumbling around just turned me on all the more, reminding me of how young and green he was and how much fun it was going to be molding him into my top.

"Don't forget, amigo?"

"What?"

"What Devon says when he does you."

"Oh, yeah. Okay." A few seconds later, he said, "You like my dick in your ass, don't you, you little faggot?"

"Yeah," I responded.

"That dick feel good in there, don't it?"

"Uh-huh."

"That's 'cause it's your boy-pussy, so it likes havin' my dick fuck it, just like girl-pussy does."

That one made me smile because I doubted that Devon had ever SEEN a real pussy (unless he'd accidentally caught his mom or one of his sisters coming out of the shower), much less fucked one, so any talk about how much "girl-pussy" liked his dick was nothing more than a wild guess. But the idea that Miguel was mindlessly repeating Devon's words while not knowing what the fuck he was talking about just turned me on even more, and I felt my dick getting harder and harder as he continued to talk trash and fuck my ass.

Being that this was his first ass fuck, Miguel knew nothing about delaying his orgasm, so I wasn't surprised when, only a few minutes into fucking me, I felt him jerk, grab onto me, and begin to shiver.

"Nngh! Nngh! Shit!" he muttered. "I'm comin'! Take it right up your fuckin' ass, faggot!"

"Yeah, amigo, give it to me! Fill me up with your come!"

Even though Miguel wasn't sexually mature enough to produce anything other than a dry orgasm, it was fun to pretend and nice to feel him huffing and puffing and sweating and squirming on top of me while his peter throbbed in my asshole.

Afterwards the little Latino continued to lie on top of me, his heart racing and his breathing ragged as he floated back down to earth. I waited until I felt his deflating penis slip out of my anus before asking him the obvious question:

"So, amigo, what'd you think? How'd you like fuckin' my ass? Was it good?"

At first he just sighed, and I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck; then, in a loud whisper, he said, "Yeah! It was REAL good!"

"Better than gettin' sucked?"

"Uh-huh. A LOT better!"

"Good. Glad to hear it."

From that moment I knew the horny little boy was hooked. In fact, the only problem now would be keeping him quiet. I certainly didn't want him going to a friend's or cousin's house and laying on one of them what he'd laid on me about what Devon does to make his hard "wee-wee" soft again. I could just hear him: "Will you do like Ty and let me put it in your butt?" So just as Devon had specifically told him not to say anything about being the object of his brotherly ass fucks, I also warned Miguel to keep quiet about fucking me, threatening not to let him do it again if he ran his mouth about it to anyone.

"And don't be buggin' your sisters about bringin' you to my house, neither," I added, " 'cause they'll get suspicious, unless..."

"What?" he asked anxiously.

I smiled at him. "Well, you could always tell them you wanna come over to play with my Game Boy, since I know Devon took his with him. But let's talk about that later, amigo, 'cause right now..."--I got off the bed and patted the spot where I'd been lying--"It's YOUR turn."

Since Miguel had just gotten his rocks off, I expected some resistance from him. But to my relief there was none. The little boy eagerly jumped up on my bed and lay face down with his arms at his sides. By now, of course, my dick was so hard it was standing straight up, and I was more than ready to satisfy it with some fresh young butt.

Before Miguel showed up today, I had mentally prepared myself to go through a whole ritual of greasing him up good and slowly introducing one finger after another into his doo-doo hole until I was finally able to get my cock in him. But now that I knew about his butt-fuck history with Devon, I decided that another quick lick was all he needed, so I spread his buns apart, slurped his shithole for about thirty seconds, then mounted him.

"You ready, amigo?"

"Uh-huh," he replied, his eyes closed and his head turned to the side.

I was so horny that I felt like just jamming my whole dick up his ass in one swift plunge. But the last thing I wanted to do was hurt or scare off my little protégé, so instead I eased my cockhead into his poop chute and slowly lowered myself until my groin was lying flat against his hiney. I was surprised how easy it was. He never once gasped or even tensed up as I entered him. And when he realized that I was fully inside him, he relaxed even more, snuggling his little butt right up against me and flexing his sphincter on my shaft.

"Oooo! That feels good, amigo! You're nice and hot back there."

"I am?"

"Yes, you are. So I'm gonna try to cool you off a little bit, okay?"

"Okay."

Once more, because Devon had already paved the way for me, I saw no need to start out slow or take it easy with Miguel. I simply took a deep breath and began fucking him straight away, banging his delicious little booty like it was the last piece of ass I'd ever get. And again he surprised me, taking each heavy stroke without complaint. Even when I got a little crazy and hit a couple of spots in his rectum that made him wince and caused his body to go rigid, all I had to do was back off a bit, wait for him to relax, and go right back to fucking him.

I honestly tried to delay my orgasm. I slowed down, rotated my hips, even stopped a couple of times and just lay on top of Miguel. But knowing that I was butt-fucking a little boy instead of a grown man, the fact that he was so much tighter than Cousin Marcus and Mr. Kissner, and the idea that I was doing to my best friend's little brother something my best friend had done to him many times before but had never given me a chance to do--well, it all combined to turn me on so much that I couldn't stop my libido from pushing me over the top.

"Oo! Oo! Shit! I'm comin'!" I grunted, trembling as I thrust my tool as far inside Miguel as it would go. "Take it right up your fuckin' ass, you little pussy!"

"Nngh! Nngh! Nngh!" Miguel responded, lifting his butt and pressing it against my crotch as I shot my load in his shithole. It was the best orgasm I'd had since I'd shot my first load in Cousin Marcus's asshole, and just like Cousin Marcus, Miguel squeezed his sphincter on my boner to milk it dry.

Afterwards I just lay on top of the boy as my cock began to deflate inside him. To my surprise I felt none of the yuckiness I'd felt after my first time with Cousin Marcus and Mr. Kissner, so there was no urgency to pull out and get up. If anything I felt just the opposite. I was so much at peace that I could easily have fallen asleep on top of him.

"So how was it, amigo?" I asked, nipping him on the ear and nuzzling his neck. "Good?"

"Uh-huh," he responded, his rectum giving my penis a few extra squeezes. "I liked it even more better than when my brother be doin' it, 'cause he like to smack me in my head sometimes, and I don't like it when he do that, 'cause it hurt."

"Well, don't worry, amigo, 'cause I don't like that either, so I would never do that to you," though I did make a mental note that rough sex with his little brother was yet another thing that Devon had failed to mention to me. "But do you mind if I just lay on you awhile till my dick gets hard again then go for Round Two?"

"What's that?"

"It's just my way of askin' if I can butt-fuck you again."

"Okay...but only if I can 'go for Round Two' in YOUR butt too."

I smiled. He was learning fast about bartering sex. "No problem, amigo. It's only fair."

With that I continued to nuzzle Miguel's neck and play with his hair while he cooed and periodically flexed his sphincter on my dick until I was nice and hard again, upon which I fucked the shit out of his little hiney while calling him every name in the book...except "baby." Then we switched places and he returned the favor, bouncing on top of me with abandon and sounding like a young Devon as he repeatedly asked me how I liked getting my "faggot ass" fucked.

Afterwards we both had to pee. I suggested we go to the bathroom since I didn't want any telltale signs of our sex play soaking into the carpet. Once there I lay down in the bathtub and told Miguel to stand over me and piss right in my face. Giving me a sinister little smirk, he gladly obliged, aiming for my open mouth but drenching my whole head in smelly little-boy pee. Again I understood right away why this nasty act turned on Cousin Marcus and Mr. Kissner so much. It was more than just the excitement of swallowing mouthfuls of Miguel's warm piss. It was also the unique thrill of feeling it shoot up my nose, seep into my eyes and soak my hair. When he was done, I had him squat over my face, took his weiner between my lips, and sucked the last droplets of pee out of his tiny urethra.

Again we changed places, and Miguel lay down in a pool of his own piss as I peed on him. I showered him from head to crotch but focused on his face. While he kept his mouth shut tight, he still surprised me by never turning his head to avoid the hot stream. He just squinted and held his breath as my piss splashed all over his cute young mug. It felt so good to degrade him that way, and his willingness to be degraded made it feel even better.

And so it went for the rest of the summer, which made it one of the best months of my life, being that I regularly got to exercise both the top and bottom sides of my sexuality. During the week, Jasmine would drop Miguel off at my house every morning at about 11 o'clock and pick him up at around 4, giving us five full hours together to explore and enjoy each other's bodies. I was especially lucky that he always had to "go" during those hours, so I got to slurp down a load of his shit every time he came by. Indeed Miguel and I experienced so much together and got to be so close that when it came time for Devon and the others to return home from camp, he told me that he wished they would stay away another month, so we could spend more time together. He even went so far as to say that he wished we were brothers, so he could live with me instead of his siblings.

I was feeling the same anxiety about having to split up, but I had to be realistic about the situation, and wishful thinking wasn't going to change anything. I wasn't sure Miguel could handle the truth, though, so on our last day together, after performing every perverted sexual act we could think of, I decided to tell him a little white lie to try to make him feel less stressed about our impending breakup.

"Don't worry, amigo," I said as we finished putting our clothes back on. "I swear I'm gonna find a way for us to be together at least once or twice a week, okay?"

But he was already crying. I hugged him then stooped down to look directly in his face. "Hey, amigo, look at me." He sniffled as he reluctantly focused his red, watery eyes on me. "I won't let you down on this. I promise. 'Cause I want us to be together as much as you do. So stop crying, and when you go back home just remember what I said, okay?"

Sniffling again, he nodded and I kissed him on the nose. Then I gave him a tissue and held it to his nose while he blew; and when he was done, I threatened to stick it in my mouth, causing him to giggle out an "Ewwwwww!" By the time Jasmine came to pick him up, his tears were gone and he looked pretty much the way he always did. Now my only problem was keeping myself from crying as I watched my boy toy and his big sister walk out the door.

A couple of days later everyone was back, Devon and I fell right back into our "make-believe" faggot pussy routine, and neither of us mentioned anything about Miguel. Then school started and we got word about Mr. Kissner. I was devastated. Not only had I lost my little top/bottom, now I had lost my big bottom as well. Surprisingly, though, Devon didn't seem to be all that upset.

"Don't worry," he casually said as we walked home from school. "We'll find somebody."

It sounded just like the white lie I'd told Miguel, so I asked him, "But how do you know? How can you be so sure?"

He smiled. "Well...we met a couple of guys up at camp."

"And?"

"Well...I think they might be interested. At least Felipe thinks so."

"So you mean they..."

"Yep. They both eat it and take it up the butt."

I just stared at Devon, as incredulous as I was when he first told me about Mr. Kissner; then I shook my head, as if waking up out of a dream.

"So is it somebody from school?" I asked.

"Nope."

"Well, do we have to go far to be with them or for them to be with us?"

"Nope."

"So they're both in the neighborhood?"

"Yep."

That made me feel better. But the fact that Devon was feeding me only bits and pieces of info at a time--forcing me to ask questions instead of just telling me straight up what he knew--irritated me, reminding me of how he'd told me nothing about the things he'd done with Miguel. He must've sensed my irritation, though, because all of a sudden he knocked my baseball cap off my head and took off running, which he always did whenever he was trying to get on my good side. I took off after him, and when he let me catch him, he quickly said, "I give! I give! You the man! You the man!" and we both began to laugh.

Afterwards Devon apologized for keeping me in the dark about camp, saying that so many weird things had gone on that he was still trying to process it all.

"I'm tellin' you, Ty, that place was WILD!" he said, shaking his head. "But I'm glad I went, 'cause we met some crazy counselors and some even crazier kids that we figured must be related to Mr. Kissner or somethin'."

"For real?"

"Yep. 'Cause they was doin' the same shit he be doin' and MORE."

"Like what?"

Smiling, Devon just shook his head again and sighed. "Let's go to the park."

So we headed for the park, and on the way he started telling me what happened about five minutes after the bus pulled off, when a spontaneous group grope broke out, with the counselors and the returning campers feeling up the newbies, the newbies returning the favor, and the bus driver watching in his rearview mirror and laughing.

"But that was, like, the mildest thing that happened," he said as we reached the park and sat under our favorite tree. "Once we got to camp, checked in, and settled down in our cabins, all kinds of shit started happenin', startin' that first night. I wondered what the fuck was goin' on till I wrote my moms one day and asked her how she'd heard about that camp in the first place. Well, guess who told her about it?"

"Who?"

"Cousin Marcus! She went to see him at Rikers one day and he was tellin' her how he spent a lot of summers there as a camper and a counselor, and how much he liked it, and how it was the best place to send us to keep us off the streets while school was out. You believe that shit?"

I shook my head, but I was thinking, Smart move, Marcus! What better way to keep a bunch of boys hungry for kinky sex until your shit-eating ass is back on the scene!

"Anyway," Devon continued, "after I found out who recommended the place, I knew why all that crazy shit was goin' on. So I told my brothers and cousins, and we all decided to just go with the flow 'cause we figured if everybody was doin' it, nobody was gonna get in trouble for it."

And apparently nobody--the campers, the counselors, the director, or the owners--ever did get in trouble for what went on there summer after summer. And when, just a few years ago, the camp closed down, it did so with no fanfare, no notice in the news, nothing. As if it never existed. But unless Devon was making shit up (which he was never very good at), this place had been spawning and developing a new crop of freaks every summer while managing to hide it from the parents and the government. But how?

"I don't know, Bro," Devon said in answer to my question. "All I can tell you is from the day we got there till the day we left, it was like one big fuckin' sex party. So get comfortable and try not to come in your pants, 'cause I'm gonna tell you every fuckin' thing I saw and did, and it might take a while...."

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