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   Homeschooled - Part 2 (M/b/b, b/b, M/b, inc, nc/reluc, oral, anal, ws,
scat) by Coproman

   Two days after my first visit, I returned to the Thompsons' nasty
apartment.  This time Miss Thompson herself opened the door for me, and
when I stepped inside I was startled to see all six of her truant children
gathered around her.  At first I thought this was her feeble attempt at
some kind of confrontation.  But I quickly realized that she was fully
dressed, bag on shoulder, and on her way out.  Giving me a look of
exasperation, she explained to the kids that I was a doctor and that I was
there not only to babysit but to examine them too, so they wouldn't get
sick.

   "So y'all make sure to do everything he tell you," Miss Thompson finally
said in a clear, confident voice--very unlike the thin, shaky voice that
had come out of her two days before, when she'd left eight-year-old
Trinette in my hands.  But as she pushed past me to leave, the young mother
threw me a look to let me know that she expected all of her kids to be okay
when she got back.

   When the door closed and locked behind me, there was a long, awkward
silence as the six kids just stood there looking at me and I at them.  Even
though I towered over all of them, I still felt intimidated.  But I didn't
want them to read this on my face so, steeling myself, I focused on
Trinette, who was the only one smiling, and clapped my hands.

   "Okay, guys, you heard your mom," I announced.  "I'm here to watch you
and check you for cooties, so go on off and play but be ready when I call
for you."

   My use of the word "cooties" seemed to loosen the kids up, as most of
them giggled when I said it, and within seconds they began to disperse. 
Before seven-year-old Rashan and five-year-old Jaden could go anywhere,
though, I put my hands on their shoulders to stop them.

   On my first visit, I'd chosen Trinette to prove to Miss Thompson that I
wouldn't hurt her kids, so she probably thought I was interested only in
her girls.  But as a certified EOM (Equal Opportunity Molester), I couldn't
wait to check out her sons, both of whom were wearing their usual one-piece
outfits--dirty drawers that drooped so low in the seat that they barely
concealed the boys' tiny genitals while cloaking the roundness of their
prominent little butts.

   Ushering the brothers into their mother's bedroom, I locked the door,
sat them down on the bed, and stood there ogling them.  What delighted me
about the youngsters was the fact that they were so different but, at the
same time, so similar.  I especially loved the striking contrast in their
skin color.  Rashan was extremely dark while Jaden was the lightest of all
the kids.  Their hair was also very different--Rashan's being short and
nappy while Jaden's was long and frizzy.  But their facial features--the
light-brown eyes, the button noses, the full lips--were nearly identical,
strongly reflecting their mother's genes.  It was going to be fun playing
with these cute little boys.

   "Okay, guys, ready for your exam?"

   They just looked at me, looked at each other, then looked at me again.

   "Is it gonna hurt?" Rashan finally asked.

   I smiled.  "No, not at all.  It might even feel good."

   The older boy looked confused.  "So where's your doctor bag?"

   "Oh, I...uhh...left it at my office.  I don't need it for the kind of
exam I'm going to give you."

   "But how you gonna take our temp-a-ture?" he now asked.

   I gave Rashan a twisted smile.  He really DID need to be in school
because he was a real smart ass.  But I wanted these doctor questions to
stop, so I upzipped my pants, stuck my hand in the fly, and, with two pairs
of young eyes glued to my crotch, began fishing around.

   "I'm going to use this," I said, pulling out my hard, pre-come-dripping
cock.  Both boys gasped.

   "Oooooo!" cooed Jaden.  "You gonna take our temp-a-tur with your
PEE-PEE?!"

   "That's right, kiddo.  That's my special thermometer."

   Again Rashan looked confused, and this time a little scared as well. 
"But...but it's too BIG to get in our butts."

   At first I wondered where the dark-skinned tyke had learned about anal
sex.  It took me a moment to realize that this was not what he was
referring to at all.  He was still talking about having his temperature
taken.  I figured it must have been a while since he'd last had it taken
and he was probably too young to have it done orally.  So he had assumed
that my dick was going to take the place of a rectal thermometer.  I was
about to say, "Oh, no, Rashan, I'm not going to take your temperature THAT
way," but the boy's assumption had opened an unexpected door that I was
reluctant to close, and as my cock twitched I heard myself saying something
equally unexpected:

   "Well, that might be true, but we won't know for sure unless we TRY,
will we?  So why don't you boys get up, pull those drawers down, and turn
around so I can take a look at your buttholes."

   Hearing me say "buttholes" made the brothers giggle, and without a hint
of shame they hopped off the bed and dropped their baggy briefs. 
Surprisingly both boys were sporting erections, which were sticking
straight out.  Then, before I could stop them, they both spun around,
giving me their backs...and asses.

   "Turn back around for a minute, guys.  I want to get another look at
your pee-pees before I check out your butts."

   Again giggling, the boys turned to face me again as I inched closer and
squatted down in front of them.  Rashan's penis was about three inches long
while Jaden's was about two, each with a perfectly round little nut sac
beneath it.  They were the most delicious-looking sets of tiny dark and
white chocolate genitalia I'd ever laid eyes on, and I licked my lips in
anticipation of tasting them.

   "Listen, guys, I need to soften up those hard pee-pees, so just close
your eyes and relax, okay?"

   They both nodded then squinched their eyes shut.  Getting on my knees, I
sat back and took a few moments to further admire the youthful beauty of
the naked little boys.  Then I leaned forward and simultaneously grasped
both peckers, making the boys flinch; and when I began to stroke them,
gently sliding my thumb and forefinger along their slender shafts, the
flinching came more often, until both boys were huffing and squirming. 
Then I stopped.  Now their weiners were even harder, both of them sticking
up at a forty-five-degree angle.

   "Well, guys, that didn't work so I'm going to try something else.  Just
keep your eyes closed, okay?"

   With their eyes still shut tight, they again nodded.

   Smiling, I licked my lips again, leaned forward, and careful took
Jaden's mini-stiffie between my lips.

   "Ooh!" he gasped, jerking back in surprise.  Afraid he would
accidentally trip over the briefs bunched up around his ankles, I grabbed
the boy's tiny buns while he instinctively grabbed my head.  Steadying him,
I began to suck heartily at his pricklet, even slipping his marble-sized
nuts into my mouth as the five-year-old moaned in pleasure.  I was sure
that Rashan had already sneaked a peek at what I was doing to see why his
little brother was making all those weird noises, but I didn't really care
since I figured that getting a preview would only make him look forward to
his own turn even more.

   Knowing how quick on the trigger little boys tend to be, and not wanting
Jaden to come just yet, I sucked his dick and balls only briefly before
switching over to Rashan.  Though he was only an inch longer than his
little brother, giving the older boy head was a completely difference
experience, primarily because, unlike Jaden, he did not remain passive.  In
fact, he allowed me to do all the work for only a few seconds before he
grabbed two handfuls of my hair and began to fuck my mouth.  Holding on to
the seven-year-old's bucking little butt and with my nose pressed into his
hairless pubic area, I reveled in the heady aroma of pure unwashed boy as
his stubby spear repeatedly poked through my pursed lips and his round
little nut sac bumped up against my bottom lip.  But as much fun as I was
having, I didn't want Rashan to come yet either, so before he could work up
a good head of steam, I shifted my hands to his waist and, pushing him
back, gently pulled my mouth off his weiner, which left him fucking the air
for a second or two.

   "Nope," I said, again examining the boys' erections.  "Those pee-pees
are STILL hard, guys.  So I guess we'll just have to wait for them to
soften up on their own while I check out your buttholes.  So turn back
around, bend over and hold your knees."

   Again the brothers complied with giggly anticipation, and again my mouth
watered as I stared at their side-by-side dark and light behinds.  Just
like their sisters, both boys had inherited their mom's bubble butt, with
Rashan's just slightly bigger than Jaden's, and as more pre-orgasm fluid
began to spill out of my piss slit, it occurred to me that Pedo Proposition
#1, which I'd formulated during my first visit, needed a male corollary:
All cute little boys with bubble butts should have their dicks sucked and
their assholes tongued before they leave elementary school.  As with PP #1,
the ugly ones could wait, but the cute ones should be allowed the pleasure
of oral sex as early as possible.  If that happened, no teenaged girls at
ALL would be "saving" themselves until marriage to have sex because they
and the boys would all be getting sucked off long before they entered
middle or junior high school, which would lead to the kids sucking each
other off, which in turn would lead to everybody discovering the joys of
preteen sex.

   Before I personally introduced Rashan and Jaden to the corollary,
though, there was a preliminary perversion I needed to address.

   "Step out of those drawers, guys."

   When they did I scooped them up and, just as I'd done with Trinette's
panties, carefully examined the yellow and brown stains on them.  I didn't
even have to press them to my nose to catch the odor of the boys' anal and
penile excretions.  It radiated off the dirty, threadbare material--a
rank/shitty aroma that caused my weeping hard-on to throb.  But, of course,
I ended up burying my face in the funky briefs and inhaling as deeply as I
could anyway because a part of me needed to inundate myself in their
youthful stink.

   Now it was time to get down to business.  Since I'd begun by sucking
Jaden's little dick, I decided to start at the other end with Rashan. 
Spreading the boy's black ass cheeks, I gave his anus as clinical an
inspection as I could, closing one eye to get an even better look.  The
fact that I was easily able to pull his asshole open wide enough to see
half way up his rectum was a good sign; it meant the boy's sphincter had
more than the usual amount of stretchability to it.

   After the visual exam, I started sniffing the seven-year-old, pressing
my nostrils against his poop chute, inhaling, and getting turned on like
crazy not only by the odor of his shit but by the idea that this cute
little hole was the source of the smelly skid marks in his underwear.

   Finally I began to flick my tongue over Rashan's anus, making him shiver
with every swipe before pressing my lips over it and sticking my tongue as
far up his ass as I could get it, making the boy grunt as his anal
sphincter clutched at my tongue.  When he finally let it go, I
tongue-fucked his shitter for a while then pulled back to see a big glob of
spit glistening on his pucker.

   I repeated the procedure with Jaden's stinky little asshole--first
staring in it, then smelling it, then licking it.  The "whoa!" that came
out of the five-year-old when he felt my tongue slither up his butt made me
laugh; and the loud, smelly fart he made in my face made HIM laugh even
harder.  After sniffing his ass gas and sucking out all the shit I could
find in the preschooler's pooper, I made sure to lather it with as much
spit as possible in preparation for the next part of my "examination."

   Giving Jaden's ass a final sloppy kiss, I stood up, grabbed Rashan's arm
and led him to a corner of the room.  Stooping down to face him I
whispered, "Listen, you were right.  My pee-pee's too big to take you and
your brother's temperature." Then I paused, smirking.  "But it HAS to be
taken, so why don't YOU do it instead?"

   Rashan looked at me in confusion.  "What you mean?"

   "Well, since your pee-pee's a lot smaller than mine, you can use it to
take Jaden's temperature."

   The little dark-skinned boy's eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped as he
suddenly realized what I was suggesting.  "You mean, you want me to put my
pee-pee in his butthole?!"

   When I nodded, Rashan gave me a scrunched-up smile.  "Ewwwww!  I'll get
doo-doo on it if I do that!"

   "That's okay.  We can always wipe it off." Or suck it off, I mused.  "So
you want to try it?"

   Rashan looked at me then looked over at Jaden, who had tuned us out and
was off somewhere in his own world, singing to himself while wagging his
sweet little light-skinned ass to the beat.  Though Rashan had yet to
answer me, I could tell by his expression--along with the fact that his
dick was as hard as ever--that he was not going to refuse my proposal. 
Finally, with a nod and a quiet "okay," he made his acceptance official.

   "Great," I said, smiling.  "That'll help me out a lot."

   "But what about me?" Rashan now asked.  "Who's gonna take MY
temp-a-ture?"

   "Let's worry about that later, okay?" I said, trying to keep the boy
focused.

   Again he nodded, upon which I walked over to Jaden and patted him on his
ass.  "Hey, kiddo, listen up.  You need to do something for me."

   "What?"

   "Climb up on the bed and lie down on your stomach so your brother can
take your temperature."

   Jaden turned and looked up at me, his light-brown eyes full of naivete.
"He's gonna take it with his pee-pee?"

   "Yeah, kiddo, but don't worry.  It won't hurt."

   With a glance at Rashan's hard-on and another look at me, Jaden crawled
up on the bed and lay down, turning his head to the side.  His eyes moved
in all directions as he waited.  Kneeling right beside him, I reached down
and spread his butt cheeks.  The five-year-old's saliva-soaked little
pucker opened right up.  Then I looked at Rashan, who was just standing
there watching us as he awaited my instructions.

   "Okay, Rashan, get on top of him and stick it in," I said.  "I need to
see if he has a fever."

   As he crawled up on the bed behind his little brother, I thought Rashan
might have trouble finding his way into the boy's hole--it was such a small
target--so I was surprised when he took ahold of his erection, aimed, and
poked it right in on the very first try.

   "Ouch!" Jaden yelped, but before he had time to react any further,
Rashan's prick was buried to the balls in his anus and the dark-skinned boy
was flat on top of him.  Afterwards both boys squirmed and shifted before
finally getting comfortable.

   "So how's it feel, Rashan?  How do you like taking your brother's
temperature?" I asked, my libido soaring at the sight of the duo's anal
connection.

   "It feel GOOD!" the boy responded.  "I LIKE taking his temp-a-ture!"

   "How about you, kiddo?" I asked Jaden, swatting at his frizzy hair. 
"How's your brother's pee-pee feel up your butt?"

   "It feel like I'm gonna poop on him!" the boy announced, his face all
screwed up.

   "Don't worry.  You won't.  It's just feels that way because something
went in your hiney from the other direction." Again licking my lips, I took
a deep breath and said, "Okay, Rashan, now in order for me to make sure
Jaden doesn't have a fever, you need to pull your pee-pee out of him a
little then push it back in a few times, okay?"

   "Okay."

   Even though I was maintaining the pretense, I was pretty sure Rashan had
figured out by now that what I was telling him to do to Jaden had nothing
to do with any doctoring.  But if he HAD figured it out, he wasn't letting
on, and the fact that he was either so naive that he still believed this
was part of a checkup or that he knew better and was simply staying in
character for my benefit were BOTH tremendous turn-ons.

   "Like this?" Rashan asked me, slowly pistoning his little brother's
bumhole.

   "Yeah, that's good.  Very good.  Now just go a little faster."

   "Okay," and quickly Rashan's little ebony butt began to pump more
rapidly, generating enough force to cause his crotch to slap against
Jaden's ass cheeks.

   "Ow!" the five-year-old cried out, jerking.  "Not so hard!"

   But Rashan simply ignored his brother's complaint and, grabbing the
boy's shoulders, began to hump him in earnest, repeatedly ramming his
three-inch boner into the preschooler's anus.

   "Yeah, Rashan, fuck him!" I panted, tugging at my tool while moving
behind them to get a better look at the action.  "Fuck that little bitch
right up his high-yellow ass!"

   As I watched the brothers go at it--that is, watched the older one go at
the younger one--the very idea that I had coaxed them into committing
incest was ratcheting up my libido so quickly that I had to let go of my
cock, for fear I would come before I wanted to.  At that moment I couldn't
imagine shooting my load on the floor or the bedsheets or even over
Rashan's butt cheeks.  It would be such a waste.  So I became determined to
feed it to one of the boys.  It was just a matter of which boy--and which
opening--I was going to feed.

   By now Rashan had really gotten into the swing of things.  With his arm
clasped around Jaden's chin and his face pressed against the back of his
neck, he was roughriding the boy's bantam butt.  But I could tell by the
seven-year-old's ragged breathing that he was right on the verge of coming,
and as I stared at the boy's bucking black ass I immediately made up my
mind where I was going to plant my seed.

   Taking a deep breath I quietly undressed, took my place behind the
fucking brothers, and waited.  It wasn't long before Rashan yipped and
stiffened, plastering himself against Jaden's back as he jammed his pecker
all the way up the little boy's ass.

   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" he gasped, jerking spasmodically for several seconds
before finally exhaling and relaxing on top of his brother.

   "Hey!  Stop squooshing me!" Jaden yelled, reacting to the feeling of
Rashan's weight on his back.  With a burst of energy--and a move any
college wrestler would've been proud of--the five-year-old thrust his butt
up, dislodging Rashan's wilting weiner from his poop chute, then scrambled
from underneath the older boy, leaving him lying face down on the bed.

   This was my chance.  That Rashan had been able to fuck his way to an
orgasm, albeit a dry one, had made me super-horny, and now that he was
drifting in his post-orgasmic bliss, I was eager to give him a taste of
what he'd just finished force-feeding his little brother.

   Quietly mounting the groggy boy, I clasped my free hand over his mouth,
nestled the nob of my cock against his tiny anus, and shoved.

   "Nnnnnnngggghhhh!!" the boy screamed into my palm as the head of my dick
stabbed against his stubborn sphincter.

   "Shut up and let me take your temperature, you little pussy!"

   That verbal slap was just what was needed because it caused the
dark-skinned cutie to lower his defenses for a fraction of a second, which
was all the time my cock needed to push past his anal ring.

   "Uuwwww!!" he yelled.  "Uht huuutts!!" And I could feel his lips
vibrating against my palm as these muffled complaints left his mouth.

   "Settle down, settle down.  It's almost all in," I lied, using my body
weight to force another inch of dick up the boy's ass.

   Meanwhile, right beside us, Jaden was sitting on his haunches and
staring at us with a look of wonder on his cute face.

   "You takin' his temp-a-tur?"

   "Yeah, kiddo," I grunted, smiling at him, "just like he took yours," and
the moment those words left my lips, the last inch of my shaft slid into
his sibling's shithole.

   "Fuck, that feels good," I sighed,

   "What?" Jaden asked.

   "Nothing.  Just sit there and watch." Turning my attention back to
Rashan, who was breathing heavily through his nose as tears streamed down
his face, I put my mouth right beside his ear and whispered, "Can I take my
hand off your mouth now?" He nodded, so I slowly removed it, strands of
spit following my palm as I pulled it away from his lips.  "You don't want
Jaden to see you crying, do you?" Sniffling, he shook his head.  "Then wipe
away those tears and take it like a man."

   Apparently my words stiffened Rashan's resolve (if not his dick)
because, after wiping his eyes and sniffling a few times more, the
seven-year-old took a long, deep breath and indeed settled down.  I could
feel the tension draining out of his body.

   Having fully penetrated the boy, I noted to myself how I was taking not
only his temperature--as I savored the intense heat of his anus--but his
pulse as well, as his rectum throbbed on my shaft.  A part of me wanted to
just lie there for the next hour or so luxuriating in the unique sensation
of having my dick buried in a seven-year-old boy's virgin ass.  But I knew
I wouldn't be satisfied--and that my work of homeschooling the boy wouldn't
truly be done--until I had completed his lesson on "The Pains and Pleasures
of Anal Intercourse," and that meant fucking his tight little ass and
depositing a healthy dose of sperm in his bowels.

   "Okay, Rashan, I'm going to ride you now," I told him, "so get ready."

   When he didn't respond, I took his silence as a tacit go-ahead and began
to lift my hips, slowly pulling my cock out of him.  This was easier said
than done because, having relied only on spit and pre-cum for lubrication,
I was wedged so tightly in the boy's shithole that I was practically
turning it inside out as I tried to withdraw, which caused the
seven-year-old to wince and tense up, which made it even harder to pull my
dick out of him.  So rather than force the issue, I decided to push myself
all the way back inside Rashan's rectum and wait for enough pre-cum to
drool out of my cock to make my next pull-out attempt easier.

   Again fully housed in the boy's hiney, I took a few moments to reflect
on the delightful absurdity of what I was doing.  Here I was, a truancy
officer, an official of the Board of Education who was entrusted with the
all-important job of seeing to it that kids like Rashan were returned to
school so that their generation would be fully prepared to serve as
tomorrow's leaders.  Instead I was seeing to it that such kids were kept
OUT of school so that perverts like me could make sure that their
generation would be fully prepared to serve as our sex toys.  So as I tried
again and this time succeeded in pulling all but the head of my eight-inch
cock out of the seven-year-old's asshole, I understood that I could very
well be sacrificing our country's future leadership for my own selfish
purposes...but I was going to have a HELL of a lot of fun doing it!

   Once my dick had completed that first trip out of Rashan's rectum, it
was relatively easy to work it back it.  And with the extra pre-cum now
doing its job nicely, I was able to pull out again without too much effort.
Taking these small steps, as Rashan breathed heavily and Jaden watched us
intently, I was soon fucking the little truant at a steady rhythm, my
crotch slapping against his smooth black ass while the springs in his
mother's mattress sang a quiet refrain.

   "Do he have a fever?" Jaden asked me as I banged his brother's booty.

   "Yeah, I think he just might, kiddo, 'cause he's really hot."

   "So you gonna give him some medicine to make him feel better?"

   "I sure am," I chuckled.  "I'm going to give him a nice BIG dose of
medicine to cool him down." I was so turned on by the preschooler's naivete
that I began to fuck Rashan even harder, prompting the seven-year-old to
grunt every time I slammed into him.

   "Why you makin' that noise?" Jaden asked him.  "You don't like him to
take your temp-a-tur?"

   When Rashan didn't answer, I said, "No, kiddo, he likes it just fine. 
It's just that...well...sometimes it's hard to talk when you're getting
your temperature taken with a big ol' thermometer like mine, you know?"

   "...oh," he finally said, though I wasn't sure he really understood what
a thermometer was or what it had to do with me shoving my dick up his
brother's ass.  But as long as he was satisfied with my answer--and he
certainly seemed to be--I didn't give a fuck.  I was more focused on how
Rashan's hot, tight asshole was sending my "mercury" off the scale and how
it would be impossible to hold off my orgasm for much longer.  Sure enough,
I was able to shag the boy's shithole for less than ten minutes altogether
before its heat and snugness got the better of me and a thunderous climax
rumbled through my body.

   "Shit!  I'm coming!" I grunted, pinning Rashan's wrists to the mattress
and ramming all eight inches of my rod into his rectum as I began to shake.
"Take it right up your black ass, you little bitch!"

   Though it had been only forty-eight hours since I'd shot my wad down
Trinette's throat, I had built up my reserves since then by fantasizing
about the kids while stroking myself several times to the brink of coming.
So I wasn't surprised to find myself blasting a humongous load of semen
into the seven-year-old's turd tunnel, filling it with millions upon
millions of vibrant, wiggly sperm.

   "Mmmm!  Mmmm!  Mmmm!" Rashan moaned with his lips pressed together as I
pumped my seed in his shit chute.  I couldn't tell if they were moans of
pleasure or pain, but from the way his rectum was spasming on my shaft, I
wanted to believe that, consciously or not, he was attempting to suck every
drop of hot spunk out of my spurting cock.

   After what seemed like half an hour, I was finally drained and the
transfer was complete: Two days' worth of come had made its way from my
overfilled seminal vesicles into this little boy's virgin asshole.  As my
dick began to soften, I was trying hard not to "squoosh" Rashan as I lay on
his back recovering, for now I was floating in the same post-orgasmic
stupor that he had experienced earlier.

   It took a few minutes for me to regain my strength, upon which I pressed
my palms against the mattress and slowly pushed myself up.  By now there
was absolutely no resistance; my flaccid penis easily popped out of
Rashan's poop chute.

   "Oooo!  Doo-doo!" Jaden shrilled as we both stared at the light-brown
shit sticking to the crown of my dick.  While neither my eyes nor tongue
had detected any shit in Rashan's anus, my cock had burrowed so deep inside
him that it had dredged up a nascent turd that reeked of the boy's gastric
juices.  But even though I had already come, I was still so turned on that
I didn't think twice about plucking his shit off my cock and popping it
right in my mouth.

   "Ewwwwww!" Jaden now squealed, frowning in disgust.  "You ATE his
DOO-DOO!"

   I just smiled at the five-year-old and, after swallowing his brother's
shit, stuck my tongue out so he could see the brown coating on it.  This,
of course, elicited another squeal from the youngster, but this time it was
accompanied by a hiccup of laughter at the end, as he obviously recognized
the sick humor in my nasty act.

   Meanwhile Rashan hadn't moved, continuing to lie face down on the bed as
though he were unconscious.  As I stared at his perfect little black buns,
the only indication of the trauma his anus had just undergone was some
slight puffiness and a little brown slime.  I was especially surprised that
not one drop of the gism I had so plentifully injected into him had
resurfaced.  Like his shit, my sperm lay hidden somewhere in the winding
recesses of his colon.  But I knew it wouldn't be there for long.

   "Why you lookin' at his butt?" Jaden asked.

   "'Cause something's going to come out of it in a minute and I don't want
to miss it."

   As if on cue Rashan's asshole pursed open and spat out a viscous white
blob.

   "Ewwwwww!" Jaden responded, his eyes wide as saucers as he watched my
sperm emerge like lava out of his brother's anus.  "He makin' WHITE
doo-doo!"

   I couldn't help chuckling.  "That's not doo-doo, kiddo, it's spunk. 
That's what came out of my pee-pee when I took his temperature."

   Hearing this, the five-year-old suddenly looked concerned.  "So HIS
spunk is in MY butt like that?"

   I chuckled.  "No, don't worry.  Spunk only comes out of a grown-up
pee-pee like mine.  Your brother's not old enough to make it yet, so
there's nothing in your butt."

   Not convinced, Jaden reached around and dug a finger into his own anus.
When all he came up with was a little dissolved shit, he wrinkled his nose
but seemed satisfied that I was right.

   Meanwhile I was carefully following the path of my splooge as it oozed
down Rashan's ass crack.  The contrast of the pearly white stream against
the seven-year-old's black behind was by itself enough to make me horny all
over again, and as my cock came back to life, I decided that little Jaden
should get whatever semen my balls were still able to produce after such a
brief respite.

   But first I needed to finish up with Rashan.  It had been a long time
since I'd tasted my own sperm, and even longer since I'd tasted it flavored
with the contents of a little boy's ass, so I was eager to slurp up the
rivulet of shit-flavored semen that by now had run all the way down to
Rashan's balls.

   "Ewwwwww!" Jaden said as he watched me lean over, spread his brother's
ass cheeks and begin to lap up my come.  "You EATIN' that spunk!"

   I started to ask the five-year-old if he wanted a taste, but since I
knew he would eventually get mine anyway, I decided to just let him watch
while I got my fill of what I'd filled Rashan with.  When I reached the
boy's asshole, I grasped his hips and turned him onto his side,
facilitating the flow of semen out of his anus, then buried my face in his
black ass.

   "Mmmmmm!  Mmmmmm!" I moaned, but unlike Rashan's moans, mine were
definitely ones of pleasure as, with my lips clamped over his asshole, I
sucked what seemed like an endless stream of come out of the boy.  Then, to
my surprise and delight, his loose sphincter loosened up even more and the
next thing I knew a sperm-soaked turd had plopped into my mouth.  Without
hesitation I swallowed it, and as the boy's shit slid down my throat and
dropped into my stomach, I could feel my cock reaching full hardness again.

   "Did you eat it?" Rashan calmly asked without turning his head.  His
words startled me, being that they were the first ones he'd spoken since
squealing out his discomfort at being penetrated.

   "Yeah," I whispered, pulling my face just far enough out of his ass for
him to hear me.  Then, feeling a twinge of guilt, I added, "I hope I didn't
hurt you."

   He didn't answer but I could feel him flexing his sphincter, and when I
sealed my lips over his anus again, a slimy rope of come-saturated shit
slopped into my mouth.

   "Mmph!" I responded, reacting to the slightly bitter taste.  But, of
course, I swallowed it all, and I swore the very fact that it tasted so
foul made my dick even stiffer.

   "Hey," Jaden said, "you STILL eatin' that spunk out his butthole?"

   I was about to tell him how his brother had fed me a lot more than
spunk, but by then I was so pent up that after sucking on Rashan's anus for
just a few seconds more, I was ready to pop my nut.

   "NOW whatcha doin'?" Jaden asked as he watched me pull my face out of
his brother's ass, swallow, and sit back on the bed double-clutching my
pole.

   "I want to show you something, kiddo," I panted, staring at the boy's
innocent, questioning face.

   "What?"

   "Come a little closer and you'll see."

   Apprehensive, the five-year-old never took his eyes off my cock as he
inched forward while Rashan, apparently anticipating what I was going to
do, lay on his stomach again and propped his chin up on his hands to watch.

   "Come on, kiddo," I said to Jaden.  "You're going have to get a lot
closer than that if you want to see."

   "See WHAT?" Jaden demanded, but when I didn't answer, he glanced over at
Rashan then inched closer still, until he was only a foot away from me.

   "That's good," and I leaped on top of him, knocking him backwards, and
pinned him between my knees.

   "Hey!" he yelled, squiggling wildly in an effort to free himself.  But
he wasn't going anywhere until I'd given him in his face what I'd given
Rashan up the ass.

   "Shit!  I'm coming!" I groaned, wanking furiously as I aimed my erection
at Jaden's cute mug.  "Take it right in your high-yellow face, you little
fucker!"

   I felt a familiar internal jolt and right afterwards a sticky stream of
come spewed out of my dick and hit Jaden right in the eye.

   "Eeeewwww!" he screamed, twisting his head to the side.  But I simply
grabbed a handful of his frizzy hair with my free hand and yanked, forcing
his face forward again, upon which I squirted a second shot along the
bridge of his nose, into his mouth, and over his chin.

   "Yuck!" he yelled, trying to spit out the string of semen.  This annoyed
me so I let go of his hair and pressed down on his forehead, forcing the
back of his head into the mattress, then pushed my urethra up against one
of his nostrils, sending the last volley of sperm right up his nose.

   "Nnrrrf!  Blah!" Jaden responded, quivering, and I could tell by the
desperate, "I'm-about-to-sneeze" look on his face that my spunk had lodged
in his sinuses and was probably dripping into the back of his throat.  I
suddenly had an image of hundreds of millions of sperm cells swimming
through snot as they searched in vain for an egg to fertilize inside the
boy's head.

   "There.  All done," I said, surprised by how much come I'd been able to
produce, considering the short recovery time.  "See, kiddo?  Now you've got
YOUR share of spunk too."

   "Ewwwwww!  It's YUCKY!" the five-year-old complained, alternately
snuffling and hawking.  When he realized that I was no longer holding him
in place with my knees, he shimmied from under me (stretching out and
breaking the thick strand of come that connected his nostril to my piss
slit) and sat beside his brother, where he began to wipe my come off his
face.  Suddenly, without warning, he turned and smacked Rashan on the top
of his head.  "Why you didn't help me?!"

   "'Cause I wanted to see him get you just like he got me," Rashan
laughed.

   Hearing this, Jaden tried to smack him again, but this time, laughing
even harder, Rashan ducked the blow.  When the five-year-old went after his
brother again, I intercepted him, lifting the angry red-faced boy high in
the air then slowly lowering him until his tiny genitals were in my face.
It's amazing how fast a pissed-off toddler can calm down when he's getting
his weiner sucked.  It quickly hardened to its full two inches, and as
Rashan watched intently, pulling on his own stiffening pud, I continued to
hold Jaden in mid-air and suck him off, though I nearly dropped him when
his stiffie began to pulsate and his whole body began to squirm and shiver
through a dry climax.

   Of course, I couldn't leave Rashan high and dry after that, so after
depositing Jaden on the bed, I turned to the seven-year-old, who just
looked at me, smiled and took his hand off his prick.  When I slipped it
into my mouth and palmed his buns, the boy immediately took over, humping
my head to a quick orgasm, his body quaking against my face and his cock
throbbing between my lips.

   Afterwards, as I stared at the two totally relaxed tykes, I recalled
both my original proposition and its corollary and considered how, if they
were both instituted, it would result not only in sexual bliss but be a
great medical benefit as well since pediatricians wouldn't have to write
anywhere near as many prescriptions for Ritalin.

   Speaking of pediatricians, I decided to play doctor one more time before
leaving, examining the boys' bottoms for any telltale trauma.  Jaden's
asshole was a little red inside from Rashan taking his temperature, but
otherwise it looked normal.  Rashan's anus, on the other hand, was not only
red but still slightly dilated.  What really amazed me, though, was despite
his having taken a good-sized shit in my mouth, my semen was STILL seeping
out of him!  If this kept up, I was sure that by the time he was ready for
bed, there'd be a big starchy wet spot in the seat of his dirty drawers. 
The prospect both excited and concerned me because I wanted his
come-stained underwear as a trophy, but I knew that if Miss Thompson
noticed them--thus realizing what I had done to her son--she'd make him
take them off and I'd never see them again.  So if I was going to get them,
I needed a plan...and I knew just what to do.

   After helping the boys put their drawers back on then getting dressed
myself, I told them that the examination was over and that they could go
play.  When they scampered off, I made my way to the kitchen and looked
around until I found a plastic sandwich bag.  Then I walked to the front
door, but instead of calling Lakisha to lock it after I left, I called
Trinette.  As soon as the smiling little girl came running up to me, I
stroked her curly hair and handed her the plastic bag, explaining what I
wanted her to do.

   "What you want his stink drawers for?" she asked.

   "Well, they're SO dirty there's no way your mama can get them clean," I
said.  "Not with the kind of detergent she uses.  So I'm going to take them
home and wash them with a special detergent I use."

   Looking confused, the girl asked, "Why don't you just take 'em now?"

   Thinking VERY fast, I said, "Because I just took his temperature, so he
needs to keep on his same drawers on until his body cools down before he
changes into a fresh pair."

   "...oh."

   Before Trinette had a chance to sort out my bullshit and ask another
question, I kissed her on the forehead, unlocked the door, said "bye bye,"
and stepped outside.  When I heard the door lock behind me, I made my way
downstairs.  I could still smell Jaden and Rashan all over me, and as I
recalled everything I had done to them, along with the fact that I had
recruited their sister to retrieve my trophy, I was able to appreciate more
than ever the importance of a good education.

   Send comments to: Coproman69@hotmail.com

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