Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 99
by Chadlad

copyright 2008 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 99: A Little Girl on Girl Action (It'll really happen this time, really!)

Matty and Jeremy raced up to the three other boys. "He has to go, now!" Jeremy said. Matty had a hand in his pants, squeezing his little pointed dick with all his might, his face distressed. "We'll go upstairs," he said, grabbing Matty by the arm arm that was holding his dick and racing away, their feet clumping up the stairs like a whole herd of water buffalo.

"Hey, watch it! You're yanking my peenie!" Matty complained as they raced away. Moments later, the door of the bathroom came open and S. F. spilled out, followed by Randy. With S. F.'s soft features and wearing the skirt, they almost looked like boyfriend and girlfriend. Both were giggling. Jimmy and Chad started forward, Alan standing still by the door.

"Come on," Chad said. "There's room for you, too. I'll take the end, you guys can have the sides."

"It's okay, I can wait," Alan said. Jimmy was half way to the toilet, already pulling his zipper down even though the door hadn't yet been shut.

"Hey, in or out, guys," he called. "I'm about to piss myself, here."

"You just went upstairs, not half an hour ago," Chad said. "Alan probably has to go worse than you – he hasn't gone since we got here."

"I'm a big pisser, okay?" Jimmy retorted. "Come on, guys in or out!"

"Come on," Chad said to Alan.

"I can wait," Alan said.

"You don't need to wait, come on!" Chad said again.

Alan just stood there. "Look, I said I can wait," Alan said. Chad turned to argue with him.

"Well, I can't," Jimmy said behind him. "I gotta piss bad!" He turned and shut the door in their faces. In seconds, they could hear him peeing loudly through the door, humming loudly to himself. In seconds, he came out again, still in the process up pulling up his zipper and obviously having not washed his hands. Chad pointed that out as he passed.

"Come on," Chad said. "They'll want us back soon."

"You go ahead," Alan said.

"Come on," Chad repeated. Somehow, getting Alan to come pee with him had become very important to him. It was like he needed to be accepted by Alan.

"You go ahead," Alan said. "Enough people talk already – I don't need to give them more to talk about by sharing the bathroom with you, too."

Chad stopped dead in the middle of the doorway. "Talk?" he said, as he began to get a glimmer of what was bothering Alan.

"Talk," Alan said. "About us. About me. About what we did. Like that kid in the boys' bathroom today."

"Joey took care of that," Chad said.

"Joey didn't take care of it," Alan said. "He just shut the kid up for a minute. Joey can beat some kid up, but he can't stop them from talking. They're all saying I felt you up, or sucked your dick, or even did stuff in your butt. They ask me about it all the time. Or they say stuff around me knowing I can hear. 'What's it like to smoke a cigarette? Ask Delvecchio, he's had stuff that size in his mouth. You've seen Henson's dick.' 'Does that enema tube they're sticking in Randy hurt? Ask Alan, I hear he's had lots of stuff up his butt.' And apparently Chandra told somebody something about that night – the night we...got punished. Because people know stuff, now. Stuff no one should know but us. Well, us and Chandra and your brother. Some eighth grade girl asked me how it was doing 69 with a boy, said she wanted to try it but wondered if it was gross." Alan looked pained.

"Sixty-nine?" Chad said, puzzled.

"Oral sex," Alan said. "When you suck a guy while he sucks you. Like we did when.."

"Oh," Chad interrupted. "What'd you say?"

"What do you think I said?" Alan answered. "I told her I didn't know. But she knew I was lying, you could tell."

Alan was getting louder. Chad held both hands out in a shushing motion. "Come on in here," he said. "People can hear," he implored. He could hear Jimmy laughing with S. F. and Randy, with Courtney still moaning in the background.

Alan let himself be dragged into the bathroom. Chad shut the door and leaned on the sink, and Alan stood in the middle of the room. "Look, we aren't responsible for stuff they made us do," he began. "I sucked, like, a hundred boys' wieners when I ran the gauntlet, but no one thinks I'm gay. Just tell them we were being punished. Tell them you hated it, but you had to do it. They'll forget it. I even get sympathy for what I did."

Alan shook his head. "You don't get it, Chad," he said. "You don't get it, because you really did hate it." He swallowed. "You sucked a whole classroom full of little boys' dicks, but no one thinks you're gay because they could see you hate it. And I... look, I'm only talking this because you're about my only friend at school. I wouldn't have any friends at all if it wasn't for you. And that means a lot to me – that you accepted me after – after you knew. Because you know – I know you do. You know I – I'm not like you."

"Huh?" Chad said.

"I like boys. That way," Alan said. "That's something I've come to understand since we got punished together – it's not just horniness or some phase or something. I really like boys and I don't like girls. And don't act so innocent – you've known since that day in the nurse's office. You know what I did."

Chad looked down at the carpet. "Yeah, I know," he said. "But is it such a big deal? I don't mind. So we can still be friends, can't we? You can be friends to a guy even if he does like boys. Heck, my own brother likes boys, too. I don't think he really admitted it until this weekend, but he does. And so does his best friend, Jesse, only Jesse doesn't seem to think it's a big deal." He paused as a thought came to him. "Oh, right," he said, looking sheepish. "You met Jesse on Saturday." He thought again. "You know, I thought when he went to your house Saturday night...that you two...that you..." he stopped, suddenly flushing. "Well, you know," he finished lamely.

"He's all into your brother," Alan said shortly. "And I'm kinda into someone else. But he's not like me, so..."

"Oh," Chad said, kicking the carpet. "Well, we'd better pee." He headed for the toilet, turning his back on Alan.

"Don't you care?" Alan exploded suddenly, startling him. "You want me to stand right beside you while you're peeing? Don't you care that I'll be able to see it? Your dick?"

Chad stopped in the middle of unbuttoning his pants. "What?" he said, genuinely astonished at the question.

"You're not a gay kid, not to me," Chad said calmly. "You're just Alan. Just like Tommy – he's not a gay kid, he's just my brother. And Jesse's just my brother's friend. Heck, I thought I might be gay for awhile a few weeks back, but I'm not. I think. I'm pretty sure." Chad resumed pulling down his zipper. "I suppose if I was gay, I'd care that you are. But I don't think I am, so that's not a part of you that I'm interested in, or that I even pay attention to. And it doesn't bother me to pee around Jesse, or Tommy –they're into each other, not me. And it doesn't bother me if my friend Alan sees my dick. Heck, everyone's seen my dick, anyway. It doesn't even bother me any more, not even if a girl sees it. Like upstairs, when we had to get undressed to wash Courtney. She'd see me naked, and so would the two moms, but who cares! I got to touch her girl stuff, and put my fingers right into her!" He grinned at Alan in memory. "So it doesn't bother me if you see my dick, even if you are gay." He tugged his hard penis out of his pants as he finished the last sentence, having to push it down to get the tip aimed at the bowl. He thrust his butt back a bit to get a better aim. He looked over his shoulder at Alan as he tried to relax enough to get the pee to start flowing through his hard on. "Should it?" he asked Alan, looking him in the face.

"It bugs everyone else," Alan said bitterly. "I see them all move away from the toilets when I come in now," he said. "They all think I'll be looking at them, getting all hot or something. Like I want to deep throat every dick I see or something."

"Really?" Chad said. He began peeing noisily into the toilet.

"Yeah," Alan said. "Don't you think that?"

Chad finished peeing and flicked his hard cock with his fingers expertly to shake off the final drops. A drop or two flicked back onto his fingers and he wiped it absently on his underpants.

"Nope," he said honestly. "I don't care. In fact, it would be kinda nice to have someone look at my stuff without laughing for a change." Alan looked doubtful. Chad nodded earnestly. "Really," he said. "You can look at me any time you want – it won't creep me out. It's kinda flattering." He turned toward Alan without tucking his penis away and looked the other boy in the eyes. Slowly, deliberately, he pulled his pants and underpants down, all the way down to his knees. Then he straightened up and pulled his shirt up past his quite cute little belly button. His perfect little penis was pulsing gently to his heartbeat, all 2 inches pointed at Alan, the tight pee slit looking at the other boy like a vertical accusing eye. The head was bulging and nicely defined, and Chad's now clearly growing scrotal sack clung plumply to the base, the two oblong orbs in it still smallish for his age but clearly visible. The silky hairs above his genitals caught the light, each individual hair straight and shiny.

Alan's jaw almost dropped and his penis rose, hardening instantly in his pants, producing an embarrassing tent. "See, I'm not afraid," Chad said. He thrust his crotch at Alan, striking a pose. "You're my friend, and I trust you."

"How do you know I won't just lose control and jump you right here?" Alan said. "That's what the other boys think. That I want to fuck them all in their butts or something. That I see a cock and can't help myself until I have it in my mouth. Little kids from 4th grade run or squeeze their butts together when they see me, like I'm going to ram my dick into them right through their pants or something. Even kids our own age leave the urinals when I walk up. They think I'm going to jump them at any moment -- how do you know I won't do that right here? Heck everyone is afraid to turn their backs to me these days." He looked at Chad with a mixture of doubt and challenge. Chad continued to stand calmly in front of him, his genitals on display. He let the seconds pass slowly. Then, having thought about Alan's last remark, Chad slowly and deliberately turned his back to Alan, letting the front of his shirt fall and lifting the back of his shirt well above his butt so that the soft, velvety, boyish cheeks jutted toward Alan. Alan involuntarily sucked in his breath. God, Chad's butt was beautiful! Just the right gentle curve, just the right proportions. All the marks of paddling healed now, the skin soft and smooth, with just lightest dusting of thin blond hairs, barely visible in the light. The butt cheeks looked full and firm – he tried to imagine hugging a naked Chad from the front, cupping both cheeks and gripping them tightly while he nuzzled Chad's neck. His penis pulsed approval in his pants, and, knowing Chad was looking at the far wall, he gave the tent he was making in his pants a hard squeeze, then another, just trying to control his reaction.

"I could bend over and spread them apart if you want," Chad said. "That's how much I trust you." He began moving his hands down to his butt.

"No," Alan said quickly and a bit hoarsely. "No, don't. I don't like it that way." He wasn't really fond of looking at boys' butt holes, though he liked their muscular butts when they were standing up or lying down. And he still wasn't sure how he felt about putting his dick in some boys butt, or letting a boy do that to him. It seemed dirty, somehow. But touching another boy's genitals, fondling his hardness and stroking his soft sack, gripping his tight buns – that was another matter. Butt holes were dirty, and butt cracks, too, but the muscular butt itself wasn't, and penises seemed clean and attractive to him, despite the fact that pee came out of them. Pee wasn't bad, anyway – just a little salty tasting, that's all – he'd tasted his own to see. His dick was throbbing, threatening to cum in his pants. Just seeing the boy he loved standing there, with his muscular buttocks on display, a hard penis jutting – Alan was overwhelmed with lust. But he stayed where he was, merely squeezing his penis hard to keep it under control. Seconds passed.

"Okay," Chad said finally. "I think I've made my point. I trust you, because you're my friend."

"Yeah, and I jerked you off, remember? I fondled you, that's what my mom says. Fondled you and fondled myself, too, at the same time," Alan said in a level voice. "That's what you got the last time you trusted me. And it ended up with us both getting your butts whipped in front of class. That's what happens when you trust me."

"But you're not the one who hurt me," Chad said. "Everyone else did, and got off on it, especially Emily, and Courtney, and Lindsay. But you didn't, and you could have. Yeah, you touched me when I didn't want you to – we know what happened because of that – you got punished, punished real bad. And they said we got punished for the same reason, because we touched other people. I hit kids, and you fondled me when I couldn't stop you. But I didn't think it was fair then, and I still don't. Because I hurt the kids I hit, and I meant to hurt them, and that was bad. But you didn't hurt me – you didn't intend to hurt me at all. And that's why I know you won't now. You wanted me to feel good when you touched me in the shower. You wanted to feel good, too, what dude doesn't, but part of it was you wanted to make me feel good, so we'd feel good together. You know, just kind of checking me out, the way I might check out a girl." He paused, still staring at the wall, his adorable round butt jutting toward Alan, begging to be caressed. He smiled, but Alan couldn't see the smile he was aiming at the wall. "I touched Cynthia's butt," he said, almost giggling with excitement. "I touched her butt today, when we were standing close together in line. Reached right over and put my hand on it. And she didn't do anything, she just let me do it. So I kinda gave it a squeeze, and then I took my hand away. And she just turned and smiled at me. But if she'd complained, I'd probably have a blistered butt right now."

The room was silent again for long seconds. Alan couldn't take his eyes off of Chad's tight little butt.

"You surprised me when you kept touching me after you'd soaped me," Chad said. "It's probably stupid, but knowing it's a boy who's touching me makes it weird and an makes me uncomfortable," he added. "And that's why I told you to stop, and that I didn't like it. But that was kind of a lie – I mean, I came and everything, so clearly my body liked it. But the fact you have a wiener, and don't have girl parts or boobs, I just can't get past that. I don't think I ever could." He adjusted his weight on his heels, wiggling his butt most invitingly. Alan held his breath again and felt his penis pulse in his grip. He squeezed himself harder to try to calm down.

"It's just that, well, it's hard to describe. I mean, I wish I was gay sometimes. Like now. It would be cool that someone I could have sex with wanted to do it with me for a change. I wish Cynthia would want to get naked and do sex with me. I think about that all the time. You know, at night, when I'm alone. I'm sure you think about stuff, too." He turned around, letting his shirt fall again and faced Alan with his hands at his sides, but didn't pull up his pants. Alan managed to release his grip on his penis just in time, but his tent was obvious if Chad directed his gaze down. But Chad didn't. He looked Alan in the face, and his own face radiated earnestness. His penis, now drooping but uncharacteristically long for Chad, was managing to poke its perfect head out from under his shirt's front hem.

"After I ran the gauntlet, I got to wondering if any of the girls had gotten off seeing me naked and doing sex stuff. And it was kind of exciting to think about – you know, that a girl our age, or even an 8th grader might think about me when she's alone and touching herself. Because girls touch themselves down there, too – I didn't know about it until Chandra got punished with us, but now I know they play with themselves down there, too, just like we do. And I got to wondering, what they think about? 'Cause, you know, we think about them, naked, mostly." He stopped a minute, considering. "Well, I do, anyway. And I bet they think about us." He looked at Alan earnestly. "You know what some of the girls are saying? They say I'm cute – not my face, mind you – my butt. My wiener. They say it's all cute. I overheard Melody from 8th grade tell Cynthia last week that I was 'a whole bundle of cute,' and that she 'just wanted to kiss me all over!' All over! You know what that means – she means down there, too! It's kinda cool. I think about that sometimes, a girl kissing me all over, I mean. Only I think about Cynthia doing it, not Melody."

He looked into space a moment, while Alan stood there, mesmerized by Chad's appearance and his vulnerability. The little cock head peeking out from his shirt tail was just too much. He remembered that cock in his mouth, during the punishment session. His butt had been sore from being spanked, his butt hole had burned from the candle, he'd been scared to death of the spankings and other punishments yet to come, and yet – and yet, he fantasized those long minutes of the two of them on the carpet, each lying head to crotch, over and over again in his mind. That rubbery-hard, bulging-headed little cylinder in his mouth, against his tongue, the excitement of his own penis being sucked while he returned the favor. Even though his cums were disappointing because Chad had been made to pull off when Alan came, the build-ups had been great. His cock strained even more strongly at his pants and he made himself look at Chad's face. Chad nodded as he saw Alan shift his gaze, acting as if something had been confirmed.

"What I'm saying," he said. "Is that I'm not gay, and I just don't like doing stuff with boys. I've done it, but it doesn't work for me. But if you were to think about me when you were alone in your bed and ... and doing what we do when we're alone in bed. Well, I'm saying I wouldn't be mad. I'd be flattered, actually. And happy if it makes you happy, you know?" Slowly, deliberately, he pulled his pants up and tucked his hard little rod away. "And it won't make any difference – after what we went through together, you'll always be my friend. So I trust you. And you can look at me all you want, if it makes you happy."

He turned and opened the door, also without washing his hands, and shut it behind him, leaving Alan alone.

Alan stood still a moment, his heart pounding. It had been all he could do not to pick Chad up in an embrace and hug him close. He wondered what it would be like to kiss Chad, to kiss him on the mouth, on those soft lips, while he looked into that earnest face. Or to fall on his knees at Chad's feet while he'd stood there exposed, and to draw his stiff boyhood into Alan's waiting mouth. Or just to hug him close, gripping tightly that inviting, tight little butt. But of course it wouldn't be that way. If he'd tried to sweep Chad into an embrace, Chad's arms would have been up in a moment, his hands pushing Alan away. Or he would have accepted Alan's embrace, but he would have stood there, limp or stiff, and wouldn't have shown any reciprocating emotions or hugged Alan back. Alan's penis throbbed and ached in his pants, and he realized that here, in the bathroom was the first time he'd been at full erection since he'd arrived for this debacle. He wishd he'd gone home. Yet, these last few minutes with Chad were something he thought he might treasure and relive for a long time. Frowning, he unzipped, stepped to the toilet, and started to force the long, thin, upwardly curved organ that thrust out of his crotch down so that he could pee into the toilet and not all over the walls. And then he stopped, the memory of Chad smiling at him with pants lowered and shirt raised coming into his mind, the perfect little penis pointing right at him. With sudden violence he wrapped his fingers in an iron grip around his cock. There were other, better things one could do in the bathroom beside piss. Focusing on the smiling image in his head, and the bare stomach, so smooth over the protruding genitalia of his smaller friend, he went to work.

Tommy pushed and strained his abdominal muscles, holding his breath and trying to feel movement within him. His effort ended with an embarrassing grunt, like a little boy being potty trained. He was hunched over the toilet, clutching his genitals and holding them up out of the way with both hands so Gabriel could see through to his butt hole. Gabriel was sitting in front of the toilet between Tommy's spread legs, looking intensely through the gloom, watching Tommy's hole bulge as he pushed and settle back as he stopped to rest. "Still just the tip of the cap," he said. "It didn't move at all that time."

Tommy groaned. He'd gotten over the embarrassment of Gabriel sitting inches from his stuff and watching him do the most private act a boy ever does. The Chapstick didn't want to move. He'd managed to shove it down to the point that the top of the cap just parted his butt hole when he pushed, but sunk back in when he stopped, and there it stayed. His first impulse, to grasp the top of the plastic cylinder and pull it out, had been suppressed as he realized that all he'd do is pull the cap off, and then he'd contaminate the material he was supposed to put on his lips with his own germs and waste, and perhaps expose sharp edges that would cut his butt hole. So now he was trying to push the tube out far enough that Gabriel could grasp the barrel and pull it out. But it was hard work, and he was sweaty and growing exhausted by the effort. The tube felt a mile wide holding his tortured butt hole open. He groaned again.

"Come on, you can't give up now," Gabriel said. "It's almost out."

"It's not moving!" Tommy said in exasperation.

"You gotta push harder," Gabriel said. "Stop being a wuss and put some balls into it!"

Tommy stared at him, then burst out laughing. "Put my balls into it?" he guffawed. "Put my balls into it!" He leaned over himself, still clutching his balls, laughing freely for the first time in days. "How am I supposed to do that! They're outside, and it's inside!"

"I don't know, it just seemed like the thing to say," Gabriel said, grinning himself.

"Want me to put my dick into it, too?" Tommy chortled.

"No, that'd drive it back in again," Gabriel giggled back. He leaned against Tommy's leg as the two of them laughed uncontrollably for awhile. They'd slow down, then catch each other's eyes and start off again. It was several minutes before the two calmed down, both wiping their eyes as they slowly settled into just sporadic giggles. Gabriel finished swiping his eyes and looked up at Tommy.

"What were we laughing at?" he asked, bringing on more giggles. Tommy laughed so hard he began coughing, the coughs sending shooting pains through his butt hole. He felt like he was being ripped apart down there.

"God," he said, panting. He lifted his balls again. "That really hurt! Am I bleeding?"

Gabriel twisted his head around and looked past Tommy's grip on his sack to his anus.

"Hey, it's sticking out more, I think!" he said. "Push! Push hard! Don't worry about grunting, just push!"

"Don't pull of the cap!" Tommy warned. He drew on his remaining reserves and pushed, giving out a huge, embarrassing grunt. Gabriel, not at all squeamish as Tommy would have been, darted a hand between the other boy's legs and grabbed the tube, pulling with all his might. There was a sudden stab of butt hole pain, and then Gabriel fell backwards, the slimy, spit coated Chapstick tube in his hand. He held it up triumphantly. "Got it!" he said. "And the cap's still on!" Tommy hunched over himself, exhausted and fighting back the surge of anal pain that had come with the extraction of the tube. Seeing his discomfort, Gabriel got up and headed for the sink. "I'll just wash it off," he said, turning on the water.

Tommy shuddered, hunched over the toilet while Gabriel washed the tube. The younger boy turned to him, smiling, and held the tube out. "Now you can put it on your mouth," he said. "Man, I'm glad I'm not you – I wouldn't want something that had been up my butt on my face."

"You washed it in between," Tommy said.

"No I didn't," Gabriel said. Tommy began looking sick. "Chat washed it," he added. "It feels good when Chad washes it."

Tommy's face showed relief. He looked around. "Could you go out for a minute," he said suddenly.

"How come?" Gabriel said. "If you think you can switch the Chapsticks, it won't work – Dakota's the only one who has this flavor."

"No, that's not it. I just need a minute," Tommy said.

"Why?" Gabriel said.

"Because I gotta – all that pushing – I gotta..." Tommy stammered. He looked tense.

"You're sick," Tommy said.

"What's the big deal?" Gabriel said. "I already saw you do it on the front lawn like a dog Sunday. You know, with the carrot."

"But this isn't a carrot," Tommy said. "This is... iIt's disgusting."

"We watch dogs poop," Gabriel said. "And cats. And animals at the zoo! Like the elephants – they poop great big piles! And the sheep and the goats! What's the diff if we see people poop?"

"Because it's people," Tommy said. "People are supposed to be clean. We're not supposed to be animals."

"But we are animals," Gabriel said. "Just like all the others. And we still poop. And pee. And fart. And people fuck, too, just like animals – we do it the same way and everything." His eyes narrowed. "And if you don't let me watch, I'll tell your sister you need another paddling."

"Fine," Tommy said, his heart sinking as he knew he could never match that trump card. "Watch if you want, pervert." He closed his eyes, so he couldn't see Gabriel peering avidly between his legs, and let himself push out the huge mass that had moved down into his rectum after pushing out the Chapstick. Gabriel watched the edges of the older boy's butt hole bulge and then separate, never taking his eyes away as Tommy voided the brown masses in three separate clumps plus one final little glob. He watched as Tommy wiped himself, too. Only when he was done would Tommy look at him again. "I feel dirty," he said to Gabriel. "I'm gonna take a shower. You should take one with me."

"I don't think so," Gabriel said. "I'll wait until Chad comes home. He's more fun."

"I can be fun," Tommy said defensively. "I"ll wash you just like Chad does. I'll do your butt and your dick and everything."

"I'll wait," Gabriel said.

Tommy sighed. "Come on," he said. "Take a shower with me. You can't leave, anyway – there's something else I gotta do, according to your stupid sister."

"What?" Gabriel said.

"I.." Tommy paused, gathering his moral strength. "I gotta lick your behind," he said.

"You gotta lick my butt cheeks?" Gabriel said. "Cool! We don't need to get in the shower for that, you can do it right now. He began shucking off his pants and underpants in a flurry of activity, in moments standing with his bottom half naked in front of the still-seated Tommy. He turned around and bent over, spreading his legs so that he could look back at Tommy from between his legs with a malicious grin. Tommy looked between the boy's legs, taking in the tight little sack clinging to his crotch, the tip of his pointy dick just visible behind it. He shifted his gaze to the younger boy's butt hole, still scarred with a big scab running from the tight center slit along the wrinkle lines to his right bun. He felt bad, now, about having given the boy this scar. In one respect, Tommy was glad that there was nothing visible around the boy's hole or caught in the wrinkles or the tight slit in the center, no sign of what the tight orifice as for. Still, he shuddered – you could wipe your hole clean, but you had to smear some across the skin while doing it – that's why he always showered himself right over taking a dump.

"Do you gotta lick both cheeks, or just the one?" Gabriel asked through spread legs. "Because if it's just one, do this one here." He pointed at his right butt cheek.

There was no getting around this – Tommy was going to have to explain it all.

"It's not the cheeks I'm supposed to lick," he said. "It's between them."

Gabriel was so startled he straightened up and turned around. "She wants you to lick my butt crack?!" he said. "You mean, right across the hole?! You've got to be kidding!"

Tommy glared at him. "Oh," Gabriel said. "That's why you want me to take a shower. Well, don't worry, I haven't taken a dump yet today. He turned around again, bending over and showing Tommy his spread butt crack to illustrate his point. "I'm still clean -- I haven't taken a dump since I showered last."

"Does that still hurt?" Tommy asked, pointing between Gabriel's buns at the scar he'd made when he'd ripped the boy's butthole open when he'd thought Gabriel was Jesse.

"Only when I take a dump," Gabriel said. "That's why I haven't taken one today – I'm waiting for Chad to grease me up."

"Sorry," Tommy said. "I really am. If you want, I'll grease it up for you after I'm done."

"No, I'll wait for Chad," Gabriel said. "I trust him. And I don't have to go that bad."

"I really am sorry, though," Tommy said.

"You're sorry because I made you sorry," Gabriel said. "You really bawled when I beat your butt."

"It really hurt," Tommy said. "It still hurts."

"Then we're even," Gabriel said. "Because my butt hole still hurts, too. Are you going to do it, or not? All the blood's rushing to my head."

Tommy felt like throwing up. How could he put his tongue there, where the shit came out? The whole idea made him quite literally shudder. Gabriel watched him control his shivering. "It's just a butt hole," he said philosophically. "They're not so bad."

"How would you know?" Tommy said. "You haven't licked anyone's hole before."

"What do you mean, sure you have?" Tommy asked. He looked at Gabriel's small, assured face with incredulity.

"I mean, sure I have," Gabriel said. "The big foster kids, they make the little ones do stuff like that all the time. Suck my peter, take me up your chute, kiss my butt. It's always the same old thing. At least I don't have shit on me – then it'd be a pretty shitty thing to have to do." He giggled at his own joke.

"You had to lick guys' butt cracks?" Tommy said. "I mean, there? Where the ... you know. Right there?"

"Sure," Gabriel said. "Well, usually I just had to kiss them back there, not lick them. And a lot of times I didn't have to do it right on the hole – I could just kinda get near it and that would be enough. And mostly, they'd think about it when we were in the bathtub or the shower or something, so a lot of the time they were clean, anyway. Which was good, 'specially if you had to lick the guy's crack, or kiss him right on the hole. Although some of them had hair in their cracks, and around the hole, and that's gross, too. But I don't, so you don't have to worry there. And I'm clean. I never had to actually lick a guy there who had shit on him, but I got close a couple of times – close to the shit, I mean. Like if he had shit on his hole, you'd kiss next to the hole rather that right where the shit was. It was pretty disgusting, but if a guy had you by the balls and was telling you he was going to squeeze, you'd do it. What you do is don't think about it, just do it. And when you're done, you don't lick your lips or anything until you can wash them or get some mouthwash or something. I never had to actually lick anyone who was dirty back there. If I did, I would have tried to lick around it, you know. I was usually smarter than them. Like this one guy, he had actual shit back there – like all the wrinkles were full of it! And he bends over and tells me to kiss his butt right on the hole. So I got my face up close, and you could even smell the shit. And then I licked my fingers and got them kinda wet, then I touched them to his hole like it was my mouth. And he didn't even know the difference. Kept laughing for days about how I'd had to put my lips on his hole and tasted his shit. I got even with him though. In all kinds of ways. I took his toothbrush and ran it across my butt hole just before he came into the bathroom half a dozen times. And once I peed into his Coke can when he was in the other room – just a dribble, just enough so he wouldn't taste it. It was hilarious watching him drink it, all the time telling me how I was just a foster kid and didn't deserve Coke like he did. Once I had a loose poop, you know, the kind that sticks to you? So I went through the hamper and made skid marks on all his underpants. His mother about killed him, yelling at him about not wiping his butt and making more work for her – he had to call her in to wipe him for a week! It was hilarious!"

"Remind me not to get you mad at me," Tommy said quietly.

"Too late, I'm already mad at you," Gabriel said. "You took me up the chute, remember? I can't even shit by myself! It really pissed me off."

"It really was an accident," Tommy said defensively. "I didn't mean to do it to you."

"I'll get over it," Gabriel said philosophically. "I already made you cry like a big baby, remember? When I paddled you in front of all those girls? And you're going to keep having to suck my peter, cause I like that a lot. Although it's nice when I get Chad to rub it, too." He shifted weight to his other foot, his little pointed penis bouncing jauntily as he did. "And you're going to lick my butt, and that's cool, because that makes you pretty low. I'm gonna tell Chad you had to do it the minute I see him." He paused and put on an evil grin. "And I might have done some other stuff to you," he added.

"What other stuff?" Tommy asked, bad feelings rising inside him. His toothbrush has hanging right there on the toothbrush holder, right next to Gabriel's. His squeamishness when it came to thing related to the anus threatened to overwhelm him. Gabriel saw his quick glance at the sink.

"No, not your toothbrush," he said, grinning at Tommy. "That'd be too easy."

"What, then?" Tommy asked.

Gabriel grinned at him some more. "Remember the biscuits and liver mush you had to eat yesterday?" he said. "I thought they looked a little dry. So when Beth went out, I added a little liquid to them."

"You peed in my food?!" Tommy said, aghast.

"Just a little bit. Besides, I pee directly in your mouth every time you suck me. Just a little squirt – not enough so you notice. So you ought to be used to the taste of my pee."

Tommy shut his eyes, looking sick. Gabriel began giggling. "Just kidding!" he said. "I haven't done anything to you." He paused and Tommy opened his eyes again. He'd been about to throw up, but the urge receded. "Yet," Gabriel added. "And I won't as long as you keep being a good little boy." He giggled again at the thrill that came from calling his big cousin a little boy. "Now are you going to lick my butt, or not?"

Tommy's insides heaved again at the thought. "Um, could we like, maybe take a shower first?' he asked. "Please? I may throw up otherwise."

Gabriel considered. "Okay," he said, pulling his shirt off and throwing it on the floor next to his other clothes and looking at the already naked Tommy. "But you gotta suck my peter in the shower if we do. And maybe this time I really will pee in your mouth."

Tommy nodded, relieved that Gabriel had consented to the shower. In moments, he had a naked boy cousin across his lap, the boy's butt spread invitingly for him to oil up with lotion. Following Gabriel's instructions, Tommy massaged lotion into Gabriel's butt crack, softening the scab. Then he gently pressed lotion into the narrow, tight slit of his butt hole and worked it in past the scab, using first his fingertip and then the hole finger. The scab felt hard and stiff and rough against his finger, and he felt a surge of sympathy for Gabriel. "Sorry," he said again. "I didn't mean to do this to you."

"Well, you did," Gabriel said to the floor. "And I'm still going to make you pay for it as long as it still hurts." He let Tommy work on his tight butt hole some more. Tommy remembered, suddenly, how this same orifice had felt on his penis – tight, and hot. That seemed so long ago, back when he was innocent.

"I'm ready now," Gabriel said, jumping up suddenly. Tommy got off the toilet and let Gabriel sit down. He turned to the shower and pulled the curtain, starting the water. "Come in when you're ready," he said. He had no desire to see, hear, or smell the results of Gabriel taking a dump. He strode into the tub and pulled the curtain behind him.

The water suddenly surged hot as Gabriel flushed the toilet, and Tommy had to leap back to keep from being scalded. Then Gabriel was there, in the back of the tub, tapping on Tommy's back urgently. When Tommy turned, he pointed proudly at his upwardly curving little hooded penis. "I always get horny when I take a dump," he said proudly.

Tommy got on his knees under the flowing water, settled back on his haunches, and guided the thin, rubbery member into his waiting mouth. His own penis, already worked to a frazzle, still started hardening as he began sucking on the firm, lively little member. He resisted the urge to touch himself – his little cousin would probably spank him if he did. The thought of Gabriel ordering him over his lap for a spanking fresh from the shower sent an unexpected thrill through him. He could just picture it – Gabriel taking him, still damp from the shower, over his lap as he sat on the closed toilet, then telling him he was a bad boy and needed a good spanking. In his mind, Gabriel morphed into the older boy from today, then into Wayne, then to Chad, and finally into Jesse. Jesse, holding him by a firm grip on his hard dick and smacking his butt hard with his bare hand, his face a snarl of displeasure at hearing that Tommy had let another boy fuck him in the butt and had sucked the boy's cock, too. Jesse telling him that, from now on, he and only he would fuck Tommy and his would be the only cock that Tommy sucked, and that he'd blister Tommy'sass if he did anything like that again. He pictured the thrill of knowing, as Jesse said this, that he would be violating Jesse's instructions, time and time again, and reliving this tearful penance with his friend. His dick rose until it was pointed right at Gabriel, and he felt the little cock in his mouth start spasming as Gabriel grabbed him roughly by the ears and forced his nose into Gabriel's bare pubes. He sucked the other boy hard, playing his tongue as fast as he could back and forth across the bumpy underside of Gabriel's cock, hearing Gabriel gasp as he rose on his toes. He gripped Gabriel's butt with both hands and felt the power there as Gabriel's body convulsed, his immature prostate and seminal vesicles working valiantly to squeeze out semen that Gabriel was too young to make, yet. But soon, very soon, Tommy thought. Just like himself and Chad, Gabriel, too, would soon know the pleasure of ejaculation at the height of orgasm. Perhaps he would be the one to wring the first wet cum out of his cousin. His own dick jumped with anticipation at the prospect. .
Courtney took her last three blows surprisingly well after the break. Her mother had lectured her extensively while the boys had been in the bathroom emphasizing that the only limitation on the length of her paddling from Chad would be her own self control. As a result, she actually held still and held the pillow between her legs for each of her last three blows, even though Chad spared none of his strength in swinging the paddle, and he landed his last stroke right across the other blows on her left bun. Courtney had gone rigid as the holes in the paddle had bitten into welts that had already raised from previous blows, and she shuddered and shook for almost a minute, her back arched, biting her lip so firmly blood trickled from her mouth, but she'd held the pillow and kept her hands away from her burning posterior, ending that cycle. Alan was the last one getting back in the room – in fact, Chad had already landed his first spank of that final series on Courtney when the taller boy appeared, so Chad had time to study him at leisure as they waited for Courtney to be ready for her next agonizing blow. Alan had sauntered in looking flushed and tousled but somehow happier and calmer, much calmer. His hands were still damp from washing them (it struck Chad as odd for a moment – none of the other boys had washed their hands, including him). Alan had crossed his arms and watched impassively the rest of the time, while Chad beat Courtney's butt and then she was allowed to rise and comfort her sore, aching posterior. She danced around the room once again soothing herself, now seemingly oblivious to the watching boys, her bouncing tits, or her periodically gaping, wide open cunt. Erections popped up all round, but no, Chad noticed with a furtive glance, behind Alan's zipper.

The doorbell sounded in the distance. "We'll have one more little break before the final act of this drama," Mrs. Snetch announced. "I actually phoned out for pizza during you boys' pee break – that'll undoubtedly be it. I took the liberty of ordering cheese, pepperoni, and a veggie special – that ought to cover all of you boys. And I have some chips around here, too – we can make it a regular party. We'll go into the kitchen and leave the girls here – Courtney, you go into that open corner opposite your little partner in crime and get your nose right against the wall while we're gone. No more rubbing – put your hands behind your head. You boys come on – we'll have a feast."

Chad and the other boys brightened. This was turning into a real party!

"Got any ice cream?" Jimmy Chen inquired brightly.

"Tons," Mrs. Snetch said. She made sure Courtney headed for the corner, then left the room. One by one the boys followed her, Mrs. Git bringing up the rear, until Courtney and Emily were alone in the garage room. The boy's laughter and loud chatting grew more distant as they moved through the house.

"They're pigs, all of them," Emily said in a hoarse voice from her corner. "Micro-dicked, sex-crazed, horny, shit eating little pigs. They all ought to have their balls cut off. Slowly. One at a time." She paused. "No, they should have their balls smashed with a hammer, then cut off. Then they should be hung by their dicks. If you could find their dicks, that is. They're all a pretty pathetic bunch."

"Shut up," Courtney said shrilly from her side of the room. "This is your fault. This is all your fault. You and your 'I can get the boys naked, I can get the boys spanked in front of us.'"

"Well, I did," Emily snapped.

"Yeah?" Courtney challenged. "Then who got spanked today? Who had to get naked and get spanked in front of everyone! I'll give you a clue – it wasn't any boy!" She gingerly felt the purple welts on her dark red, throbbing posterior. The soap in her rectum burned, and the one in her pussy was starting to burn, too. "They saw everything," she moaned. "Everything! Front and back! And inside!" She let the silence hang a minute. "Even my breasts!" She sighed. "I might as well just kill myself," she said.

"Don't be an ass," Emily snapped. "Don't worry that those turds saw you naked. Worry about how you're getting even."

"Getting even?" Courtney raged. She turned her head and gazed across the room at Emily in her own corner. "Getting even? We can never get even! They've seen us naked! All of us! They saw us get spanked! They saw us get stuff shoved up our holes! Both holes!" She glanced around, saw no one but them, and chanced rubbing her blistered and welted posterior. "My poor bum," she said, moaning. "I'll never sit down again."

"Stop whining," Emily snapped. "You're such a baby. Think about how it'll be when we get them back. I've already got this plan for Chad. One of us will grab some younger girl and drag her off to the room next to the equipment room and blindfold her. And we'll make her think Chad is the one who got her. And the other one will lure Chad over to the equipment room by giving him a note of some kind – maybe I'll make it look like that moon-eyed Cynthia bitch wants to suck his baby cock or something. And we'll rip the girl's clothes so her puss shows, and ram a finger in her and make her think Chad's trying to fuck her. And we'll say in the note that Chad has to take his pants off first and get his dick hard before she comes in to suck him. Then we'll leave her there and go get a teacher and say we saw Chad drag her into the room next to the equipment room. Then when they go there, they'll find Chad hiding in the room next door with his pants off, and she'll swear he tried to fuck her with his baby cock, and they'll draw their own conclusions. See, I've got it all worked out – it'll be great! They'll probably castrate him right in front of the whole school, have a big assembly and get out the knife and cut his baby balls right off! Or maybe they'll just beat his baby weenie bloody!" Fervency had risen in her voice as she'd been relating her plan. "It'll be brilliant! And we'll let Chad know we did it, so when he's up there getting his pee-pee cut off he'll know it was us! And we can just watch and smile at him, because they'll never believe him!"

Courtney stared at Emily's naked form across the room, the harness gleaming where it curved from between her legs up the back of her butt.

"You're sick," she finally said. "You're sick and you're disgusting! What did Chad every do to you? Why do you want to get him in that much trouble? I mean, he's kind of cute. I don't want them to cut his balls off – I like his balls. I like his weenie. That's the only reason I went along with you to start with – because I wanted to see them again. I think about them at night." Her voice was hoarse and rough after her extended crying, and her face was puffy and covered with dried tears and snot. "I'm sick of all this," she proclaimed. "I don't want you to talk to me anymore. I don't want anything to do with you. This is all your fault. All of it! I never wanted to get the boys in trouble to start with – that was your idea. I just wanted to see them naked! And what happened? My poor bottom is all blistered, and they've all seen my boobies and my pussy, and everything! I had to poop in front of them! Actually poop while they watched. And they peed on me! And then they touched me, everywhere! And it's all your fault! You're an evil, awful person, and I hope I never see you again! I hope when you go off with that Reverend jerk that you get kidnapped by Indians or something!"

"Kidnapped by Indians?" Emily said scornfully. "Kidnapped by Indians? Where do you think I'm going? On a wagon train to Oregon? This isn't 1850, you stupid, pathetic little cunt! And nothing's going to happen to me! The Reverend is just another old pervert – he probably runs that farm of his so that he can diddle little boys, like all those religious perverts do. I'll have him wrapped around my little finger in a day! I'll be running that place in a week. And I'll be back here in no time. And when I'm back, I'll get revenge on all of you, even you! I can't believe I allowed myself to associate with such a whining, wussy, conceited, self-centered little puss! You're the reason our plan fell apart – you're the one who had to see the magazines before class, so that we got our picture taken with them! I could have toughed it out except for that picture! You say your big fat ass hurts? Good! I hope it hurts for a month! I giggled the whole time you were getting it just now, whining and crying like a big baby over the love taps that dinky-dork was giving you! Grow a pair, why don't you? You're already practically a boy, anyway! Why not hold your cunt lips out and pee standing up from now on! Or go find some lesbian cunt and lick her puss the rest of your life!"

Courtney launcher herself from the corner toward Emily, screaming and spitting. Emily turned to face her, nails outstretched, wanting nothing more than to scratch the other girl's eyes out. And then suddenly a heavy weight slammed into Courtney from behind, dropping her like a rock. At the same time, Emily's cunt collar erupted, and she fell twitching and screaming, to the floor as electricity surged between her butt hole and her vagina. The Reverend, holding Courtney down, looked across to Mrs. Git, who was calmly holding the trigger down on the cunt collar, letting the electricity continue to surge through her daughter.

"I believe these girls are both slow learners," he said calmly. "But I have a program for slow, dull-witted types. We call them the mules."

"Sounds lovely," Mrs. Git said. "Remind me later to ask you to relate every detail." She let up on the button, and Emily, her cunt and butt hole burning like they were on fire, slumped against the floor, lying in a puddle of her own piss where she'd wet herself during the shocks, moaning pathetically. She tugged at the collar. "Back to the corner, Sugarbuns," she said. "You don't want me to push this button again."

"Just hold still so I can get this over with," Tommy said. He and Gabriel were both fresh out of the shower, their skins and hair damp and flushed with the hot water. His own penis was hard and rampant, as it had been during the entire experience of sucking Gabriel and soaping him. Gabriel was like a slippery little otter in the shower, but he kept Tommy's cock throbbing rock hard throughout with his soft body and flopping little penis and muscular boy butt. The younger boy kept bumping into Tommy's erect organ, each glancing passage making him more and more aroused.

Gabriel watched Tommy upside down from between his knees. Once they'd dried, Tommy had sat on the closed toilet lid, naked, and Gabriel had "assumed the position," bending over with his butt facing Tommy. Tommy felt an odd mixture of mild revulsion and intense sexual excitement. Gabriel's tight brown hole looked him in the eye, the accusing scab reminding him why he was in this position. But he was spotlessly clean – Tommy had ensured that by washing the boy's crack at least 5 times with soap. Despite what it was for, the boy's anus should be as clean as his face or his back or any other part of him. Well, here goes. He lowered his face to Gabriel's little butt until his lips were directly opposite Gabriel's tight, little boy sack, and shut his eyes, wetting and sticking out his tongue. He shifted forward, quickly, before he lost his nerve, until he felt the soft bag against his tongue. Moving quickly, he ran his tongue up the curve of the little boy's butt. He felt the rough texture of the wrinkled hole as he passed over it, keeping his eyes shut because he couldn't bear to look, and then the smoothness of the upper crack. He opened his eyes as he reached the top. Gabriel wiggled his ass.

"That tickles," he giggled.

"Hold still, I gotta do it again," Tommy said, lining up on the boy's tight sack again.

"Okay, but it tickles," Gabriel giggled. Still, he held still as Tommy ran his tongue from Gabriel's tight little sack to the top of his crack again. Then he straightened up, bursting into uncontrollable giggles. Round and round the room he bounced, giggling uncontrollably. Tommy watched him, his puzzlement showing. His tongue hadn't tasted anything, but he'd licked the other boy's asshole. And suddenly the picture of that was unbearable. He made a mad dash for the sink, leaning over into it and letting the water wash across his open mouth. Gabriel came up behind him, still unabashedly naked.

"I know how you feel," he said, still giggling. "It's pretty sick, isn't it?"

Tommy kept his head under the water, letting the water play over his lips and mouth and tongue. He cleared his throat and spit several times.

"I won't really pee in your food, or put your toothbrush on my butt hole," Gabriel giggled. "Not unless you try to take me up the chute again, or bust my balls or something." He turned toward the door still stark naked, leaving his clothes on the floor. Tommy pulled his face out of the sink.

Gabriel grabbed his briefs and slid them on, then threw his other clothes in the hamper. "This'll do," he said happily. "It's hot." He turned toward the bathroom door. Tommy shut off the water and opened the mouthwash bottle, dumping a capful into his mouth and trying to swish it everywhere that might have touched Gabriel's butt.

"Oh, and thanks for the suck," Gabriel said, opening the door. "Butt licking is kind of stupid, but I like having a peter-sucking cousin! Chad's still my favorite, but you're my favorite peter-sucker! And this was the best one ever! I'm going to make you suck me forever and ever, even when my butt hole heals."

No problem, Tommy thought to himself, looking at his own penis. The thought of sucking Gabriel's, or any other boys' privates no longer sickened or even bothered him. It made him tingle. He wondered when he and Jesse could get together again, preferable in private. He had a strong urge to make his confession to Jesse soon. He'll tan my butt, he thought to himself, and after he does he'll make me suck him. Maybe even butt fuck me to teach me a lesson. The thought made him harden again almost instantly.