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 Taking Timmy's Tiny Tookus

   bb, tb ws, scat, oral, anal, lac (incidental), incest

   By Antonio Green antoniogreen@writeme.com

   This story will contain scenes of sex between boys and a boy and his
infant (then toddler) brother including watersports and scat scenes.  It
also will contain recollections of forced incest and boy prostitution.  But
the basis of the story is love -- love between brothers and love between
boys.

   If any of this offends you, do not read this story.  If this is illegal
where you live, do not read this story.  If you are underage, do not read
this story (come back when you're old enough).  But if you'd like to read a
well-written story by a professional writer, enjoy.

   And PLEASE do no print this out in a public computer and leave it there
(as one reader did!)

   Chapter 3: Touching the Surface

   From Chapter 2:

   The bell rang ending Buddy Reading Period.  The two boys hurriedly got
body parts tucked inside and clothing in order.  Danny felt a little
uneasy, not sure what to say, really.  Brian must have felt much the same
because they left the library without saying anything.  As they passed a
water fountain, Danny bent down and took a quick drink, wanting to make
sure the smell of pee was gone.  Brian just stood and waited.

   "Aren't you like going to rinse it out?" Danny asked.  "I totally
flooded your mouth."

   "Nope little guy, I mean Big D.  I wanna taste your piss in my mouth the
rest of the day.  It'll remind me of my very best buddy ever."

   Now on to Chapter 3...

   Danny spent the rest of the school day in a dream state.  His teacher
even commented on it, asking if anything was wrong.

   "No, Mrs.  Blevins," Danny answered after the third time being asked. 
"Everything is great!"

   The dreaminess continued when he got home, and Danny barely noticed
finishing all his homework/ When his mother asked him to change Timmy, he
glided, almost sleep walked into take care of his little brother. 
Normally, since the first time he'd changed Timmy on his own, sucking the
infant's pee from the baby's hard little pole and licking his cheesy poop
from between the chubby legs, Danny would get hard just gathering the
materials together.  Normally, he'd anticipate another quick suck or pee
drink.  But not this time.  He barely noticed what he was doing until he
unwrapped the diaper from the legs of his infant brother.

   Then Timmy's inch-long, circumcised erection popped into view and woke
Danny from his sleep walking.  Every time the baby had a boner, he'd pee as
soon as the cool air hit his private parts.  Every time that had happened,
Danny kept the urine from splashing all over the place by quickly slipping
his mouth over the little pee pipe.  Every time but this time.  Danny
quickly grabbed the taut, little penis and squeezed it until he could feel
the urine fill it.  Quickly he let go and piss sprayed out, hitting him on
the face.  A fast squeeze shut.  Then another release, this time in his
hair.  Then another in his mouth.

   Timmy must have enjoyed the game.  He was cooing and wriggling like a
grub worm.  Danny loved giving the little guy pleasure.  But this time was
different.  He imagined not that he was playing with his tiny brother but
with his big, hunky, super cool, gay friend Brian.  Gay just like him.

   Still stanching the urine flow with his fingers, Danny thought about
Brian.  He leaned down and licked the tight infant anus.  Not too poopy
this time.  Just a touch.  He pushed his tongue as hard against the pucker
as he could, pretending all the time he was licking his friend.  Then he
spat on his finger, lifted his head up and engulfed the little penis,
imaging it was Brian's huge four inch big boy cock.  A big boy cock
complete with that wonderful skin.

   As the urine -- no not urine, big boys say "piss" -- as the piss flooded
his mouth, just as he had flooded Brian's a few hours earlier, Danny gently
pushed his finger into his brother's rectum.  He'd done this to himself
many times, every time giving himself a boner.  He knew if he did it to
Brian, the big boy would be surprised because, well because Danny imagined
he'd never done it himself.  But he'd love it.  Even as nasty and sick as
it was, he'd love it.

   Once again, just giving himself over to these horrible, perverted acts
was enough to bring the nine year old to the edge of cumming.  Again, the
big boy words were so much better.  He grabbed his little dink and jerked
it hard, all the while sucking on his brother, bringing himself to orgasm.
Danny almost fell but maintained his balance long enough to feel the tight
baby sphincter spasm on his finger.  Had he given Timmy a cum like he'd
just had?  Could babies even cum?  Danny looked at the infant who now
slept, breathing quietly.

   Danny finished changing his brother and remembered at the last minute to
wash his face and hair of the infant's urine.  No sense in having Mama
smell it, was there?

   As he drifted off to sleep that night, Danny was excited about going to
school the next day.  He imagined hanging out with Brian and laughing and
being buds.  He'd want to tell him about everything he'd done with his
little brother: drinking his piss, licking his poo, and even putting his
finger in the infant's tight poop hole.  He knew he couldn't talk about any
of that stuff openly, but maybe during Buddy Reading Period

   The next day, though, when his Mama awakened him, was a different story.
All the thrill had vanished, and fear had replaced it.  He couldn't believe
Brian really liked him.  He knew the bigger boy would tease him about what
had happened.  Would hate him.  Reject him.  Tell everybody he was ... 
that way.  No one would believe Danny if he said Brian did the same stuff.

   Once again, he felt sick and wanted to stay home from school, but Mama
took his temperature (normal) and insisted he go.  After all, it was a
minimum day.  School ended at 1:00, so he could last that long.

   At school Danny told Mrs.  Blevins he wasn't feeling good.  So his
teacher let him stay in his classroom during recess.  He wanted to stay in
at lunch, too, but she said he needed to get outside.  Danny knew she was
the one who needed a break.  He just wanted to stay away from Brian.  As
his discomfort and fear grew, he started to develop a dislike of the older
boy.  He was convinced Brian had tricked him into doing those bad things
just so he could tease him.  By the time he left for lunch, Danny's dislike
had blossomed into full blown hatred.

   Entering the cafeteria, Danny saw the eighth grader across the small
room.  Doing his best not to be noticed, he slunk into the corner farthest
from the noisy, rambunctious, bright red-haired boy and slumped in his
seat. Danny watched as Brian fooled around easily with his friends:
athletes, popular kids, even girls.  It was effortless for him.  Another
reason to hate him.

   Then Danny noticed Brian looking around the room, scanning it, trying to
find something or someone.  Him!  He just knew the nasty creep wanted to
find him so he could tease and bully him.  When Brian caught his eye, Danny
dropped his head, gathered his lunch and got ready to bolt.  But before he
could move, a strong, freckled hand settled gently on his shoulder.  Brian
slipped next to him on the bench.  Danny sat alone as he frequently did, so
there was no one to hear the awful things he knew Brian would say.

   "Hey, dude," Brian said, his voice soft.  Danny could hear a slight
tremble in it.  "I've been looking all over for you.  I really want to talk
to you today during the reading time.  Man, I couldn't hardly sleep last
night." Here it would come, Danny knew.  The teen was going to blame him
for that because of what had happened.

   "All I could think of," Brian continued, "was you and your beautiful
face.  I got it bad, dude.  Maybe it's a good thing I didn't see you
earlier.  Not sure I want my team mates seeing me drool over you." Brian's
throat let a strangled chuckle escape.  He was trying to make light of his
feelings, but all he could feel was a tight knot in his stomach.

   Danny took a chance and looked at the boy he'd steeled himself to hate.
The soft look on his freckle-spattered face warmed Danny.  Brian wasn't
being mean.  The nine-year old could see moistness in his eyes.  Not tears.
Something different.  Could it be?

   "You're gonna come to reading time?  Ain't you?  You gotta.  I so want
to talk about stuff."

   Danny smiled and nodded, words unable to form in his mind, let alone in
his mouth.  His eyes sparkled too.  Just like Brian's.  Now he was sure
what the look meant.  Same thing he felt.  Love.

   Fortunately, Buddy Reading Period came right after lunch.  When Brian
came to pick him up in his classroom, Danny could feel his penis fill with
blood, then firm up, and finally stiffen.  `Fuck.  Piss.  Shit.  Goddamn.
Cock...dick...pussy...poop...snot...cunt...fart.' For some reason, his mind
was singing a litany of nasty words as they approached the library, the
taller boy's arm slung casually over Danny's shoulder.  Just after
entering, Danny swung around, stood on tiptoes, and tried to kiss Brian on
the lips.

   Brian gently pushed him away.

   "NO!  Not in here.  We were crazy to do that stuff yesterday." Noticing
Danny's disappointment, he quickly added, "Crazy to do it here.  I really
want to do more stuff.  And boy do I want to kiss you.  But we gotta wait
until we're home.  Okay?"

   "Yeah, but we can't do anything in my home.  My Mama's home with Timmy."

   "That's okay," Brian replied.  "No one's at my place.  Can you go there?
Tell your mom you gotta help this big dummy.  And please don't pee unless
you really gotta go bad."

   So later, after getting his Mama's okay and getting permission to ride
the bus to Brian's house, the two boys stood just inside the front door of
a messy, three bedroom bungalow in one of the poorer neighborhoods.

   It was just 1:30.  Danny's Mama wouldn't pick him up until after 6:00,
and Brian's father would come staggering home much later.  A lot of time
for them to...  To do whatever unfolded.

   Both boys' penises were stiff as Brian swung the door closed and lifted
Danny off his feet.

   It was no ordinary kiss on the lips.  Danny's feet dangled while Brian
held him in his strong arms and covered his sweet tasting lips with his
mouth.  The older boy's tongue pushed in and swept the younger boy's mouth,
wiggling and probing and licking.  For the first time in his nine years,
Danny returned the tongue kiss, his boner getting harder with each foray
into his older lover's mouth.

   Brian pushed away from Danny but kept the small-framed boy hanging.

   "You're gonna think I'm nuts.  But do you know how to hock one?" Brian
whispered hoarsely.

   "Huh?"

   "You know.  Hock up a loogey."

   Mama didn't like Danny to do that.  It was crude, she'd said.  But Danny
had practiced so that he could spit like the popular boys.  He nodded yes
assent.

   "Okay.  Do it please.  But don't spit it out or swaller it.  Okay?"

   It took Danny three tries before the he felt a slimy wad on his tongue.
He nodded again, not sure what Brian wanted.  But a dark, nasty part of him
hoped.  And Brian complied, pushing his lips against Danny's and sweeping
the small mouth with his tongue, slurping the mucous wad into his own
mouth. He swished it around a couple of times then gave it back to Danny.

   He pulled away and quickly said, "Don't swaller it.  You want mine?"
Again a nod from the younger boy.  Brian hocked deep and brought up a thick
wad of mucous.  He stuck his tongue out to show it off.

   "Thur you want ih?"

   Danny didn't answer.  Instead, he clamped his lips over Brian's lips and
tongue and sucked the loogey in.

   The two boys swapped it back and forth for a good three minutes,
reveling in the nastiness and the closeness the act provided.

   Finally, arms tired, Brian put Danny down.

   "Wild, eh?"

   Danny giggled.  "That's so nasty.  And I thought I was bad."

   "I can get real nasty," Brian smirked.  "Wanna try something else?"

   "Sure."

   "Pick me a booger."

   This was almost too much for Danny, but Brian had asked him to, so he
couldn't say "no."

   He dug into his left nostril and picked out a greenish, solid mass. 
Brian immediately grabbed his finger and stuck it in his mouth.

   "Yuck!" Danny exclaimed.

   "Not yuck," Brian laughed.  "Yummy.  And don't tell me you never ate
your own boogers.  Now something else.  Hold your finger against the other
nostril and blow real hard.  Do it into my hand."

   When he blew, a greenish wad of snot and mucous flew into Brian's palm.
It was wetter than the booger he'd dived for.  Smiling at the nine year
old, Brian licked the mess into his mouth.

   Danny started laughing really hard.  "You are so bad," he gasped.  As he
laughed, a little squirt of pee wet his undies.  He realized at that moment
that he needed to pee bad.  He couldn't wait much longer.  He grabbed his
hard, little dick and squeezed.

   "I gotta pee really bad, Brian I really gotta go," he pleaded.  "If I
don't, I'll wet myself."

   "Now, that's something I'd love to see.  But not today, dude.  I got
another think in mind.  Follow me and do NOT piss yourself." Brian looked
at Danny's fingers squeezing the small wet patch on his pants.  "Well,
maybe a little bit's okay."

   Brian grabbed Danny's free hand and dragged him to his room in the back
of the house.  Clothes were strewn all over the floor.  The walls were
bare. The bed covered with a dingy sheet.  And it smelled like a
combination of sweat socks and old piss.  To Danny, whose Mama's and whose
own inclination insisted on cleanliness, the room felt like paradise.

   "Take your duds off before ya piss `em, dude," Brian ordered while
starting to strip out of his own clothing.

   Danny stood stock still, not doing a thing.

   Once Brian was down to his dingy, slightly piss stained Jockeys --
underpants that were tented from his 4 inch hard cock -- he looked down at
Danny and frowned.

   "God I'm stupid," he moaned.  "You can't take `em off with just one
hand, now can you?"

   Danny squeaked, "I'm kinda embarrassed."

   "Don't worry, Little Dude.  I seen your dick.  It's really, really nice.
I like smaller ones."

   "It's not just that.  I don't know if my unders are very clean."

   "Worried about skid marks, are you?" Brian asked.  "Hey, you can see
mine ain't too clean in front.  And the backs probably skiddy too.  Wanna
look?"

   Without waiting for a response, Brian pulled his underpants down.  His
hard cock caught on the elastic, got bent downward, then sprang up,
slapping his belly and his small patch of orange pubic hair.

   Danny giggled.  "That was cool.  The way it bounced." He bent forward
and looked into Brian's ragged Jockey shorts.  The seat was lightly soiled
with light brown streaks.  Nothing too bad.  He was sure his were...

   "It's funny looking at another guys poop stains.  I think mine'll be
worse, though.  Don't know if I want to..."

   "I showed you mine.  You gotta do it, dude.  Only fair.  Just don't pee
yet."

   Resigned to the older boy's logic, Danny nodded his head.

   Brian pulled his underpants off and tossed them on the bed.  Then he
knelt and slowly undressed his little friend.  First he unbuttoned the
fancy figured shirt.

   "You're the only kid I know that wears a button shirt, Danny.  I think
it's so sexy."

   Then he pulled the undershirt carefully over Danny's head, one arm at a
time so Danny could switch hands pinching his pee back.  Then the Primigi
Drakes, loosening the Velcro then slipping them gently off.  And the black
-- yes, black!  -- socks.

   Brian leaned in and kissed the dark wet spot on the front of the pants.
He slowly pulled them down, enjoying exposing Danny's incredibly skinny,
white, white legs and his bright red briefs.  Brian could tell they'd been
fresh this morning, a luxury he didn't enjoy.  But a small dried pee mark
stained the front a darker red.  And a larger wet spot, the size of a fifty
cent piece, spread out from the pinched tip of Danny's incredibly hard
penis.

   "Okay, Danny, pinch your dick inside your pants so you don't lose no
pee."

   Brian had seen Danny's penis just the day before, so this shouldn't be
the big event it felt like.  But he was about to get this star of his life
completely naked in front of him.  It was like the best day of his
otherwise crappy life, a few minutes that made him soar with elation, a few
minutes that twisted his gut with anticipation and a little bit of fear.

   Brian was no stranger to forced nakedness, to forced sex.  For a brief
moment, still holding the elastic of this little boy's underpants, he
wondered if he was doing something awful, something he'd hated when it was
done to him.  He looked up and saw eyes filled with absolute love and
devotion and cheeks painted with the blush of embarrassment and he knew. 
He knew this was different from his own life.  He knew his love was
reciprocated.

   With a deep intake of breath, he pulled the red underwear down to
Danny's feet.

   "God," Brian breathed more than said.  "You are so fuckin' beautiful. 
Anyone ever tell you you're a beautiful boy?"

   "Boys shouldn't be beautiful," Danny answered.  "That's kinda gay."

   Brian shook his head gently.  "I already told you I was gay.  I don't
care if you are or not.  I hate hiding it.  `Specially now.  I wished I
could go to school and tell everybody how much I love you.  Shout it out
for God fuckin' sake.  But even if you aren't gay like me, you are one shit
fuckin' beautiful kid."

   Danny giggled at the odd combination of words.  "Shit fucking.  That's
pretty funny," he said.

   Brian slipped the underpants off Danny's feet and turned them inside
out. The pants were crusted with deep brown smears in the seat.  He knew
he'd embarrass Danny by showing the smears, but he had to declare the depth
of his love for the boy in a way that was undeniable to them both.

   "Yuck," Danny whined, squinching his nose in disgust.  "I guess I
shoulda wiped better.  Guess I was in a hurry.  You must think I'm a baby."

   "You don't get it, you dweeb.  I love these poop stains.  They're like
the deepest part of you.  The inside Danny.  The most Danny of Danny.  I
love them." He sniffed them deeply; then, to Danny's surprised pleasure,
put the brown stained cloth in his mouth and sucked.

   "You are soooo weird, man.  I can't believe you," Danny laughed.  He
picked up the dingy Jockeys from the bed and copied his boyfriend -- for
that's how he now thought of Brian.  His boyfriend.  Not much taste there,
mostly just a slightly sour tang.  Not like the mildly bitter taste of
Danny's poop Brian was savoring.  And Danny knew exactly what that taste
was since he'd done what Brian was now doing many times before tossing his
underpants in the hamper, cleaning them so his Mama wouldn't see the
disgusting mess he frequently left.

   The two boys looked goofily at each other, sucking and chewing on the
others underpants.  Without saying anything, they each understood more
about the other than words could ever convey.

   Suddenly, Danny dropped the pants in his mouth and with a panicked
squeal said, "I gotta pee reeeealy bad.  If I don't go soon.  I'll pee all
over the place.  Where's your bathroom!"

   Brian didn't answer.  Instead, he picked the boy up and gently laid him
on the bed, the messy sheets making a plastic rustling sound.

   "Hold it just a little bit longer, Danny." He climbed over the small
child and straddled him.  Grabbing him with both arms, he quickly rotated
so Danny was above him and he was lying flat on his back on the bed.  "You
know how dogs mark their territory?"

   Danny nodded.  Everybody knew that.  He'd seen it hundreds of times on
fire hydrants and trees, and tires.  They peed on it.

   "I want you to make me yours," Brian pleaded.  "Please."

   "You want me to pee on you?" an incredulous Danny asked.

   "No!" Brian answered.  "Not pee.  I want you to PISS on me.  Mark me. 
Make me yours."

   "What about your bed?  It'll get all wet."

   "Now you know another secret about me, dude.  I'm not only a fag.  I'm a
bed wetting fag.  Least that's what my asshole father calls me.  I got a
liner under the sheets and I'll clean `em up `fore him or my brother gets
home late tonight."

   Danny gawked at Brian, a mile-wide smile stretching his face.

   "You asked for it!  I'm gonna PISS all over you." He let go of his
penis. His bladder was so full, he expected the urine to rush out.  But as
full and uncomfortable as he was, nothing happened.  He strained.  And
strained some more.  A little fart squeaked out.  A little fart with a lot
of stink.

   The smell got Brian laughing.  "Pee shy, are you?" He began tickling his
lover.  The first few giggles from Danny's lips were enough to loose the
flow.  Piss sprayed wildly from Danny's hard little cock for a second.  He
grabbed it quickly and directed the spray to Brian's chest then lowered it
to wet his red pubes and tickled the four inch straining boner.  He wanted
to move higher, but didn't want to upset his friend.

   He needn't have worried.  Brian grabbed Danny's spewing little pipe and
directed it onto his face and after wetting his hair, leaned forward and
took it into his mouth.  Brian clamped his lips tight and swallowed as fast
as he could.  But Danny's flow was so strong and so long, that some piss
leaked from out the thirteen year old's nose.  Brian wanted desperately to
cough, but he wanted more not to lose any off his little lover's acrid,
golden nectar.  Finally, Danny's flow slowed and stopped.

   The bed sheets were wet but no where near as wet as the lightly muscled,
freckled boy.  His hair was sopping.  His dick straining to shoot its
watery load.  But Brian wasn't ready for that yet.  He reached down and
pinched his balls so hard he yelped.

   His boner faded.

   "Why'd you do that?" Danny asked.

   "I don't wanna cum yet.  When I do, I get unhorny and I'm so horny right
now.  I want to enjoy it.  And you, Danny.  I wanna take a long time
enjoying you."

   "That's weird.  When I get the shivers, I can get them again real soon.
How come?"

   "Me, too, when I was your age.  Before I started squirting.  The cum
feels better when you squirt, but it kind of wears you out."

   Danny considered for a moment then flopped down beside his friend in the
sodden sheets.

   "Your turn.  You gotta mark me now, Brian.  You gotta make me your's
like I did to you."

   "Fuckin' yeah!" He straddled the smaller boy and lifted his penis to aim
it at Danny's chest.  "I gotta piss bad, but I don't think as much as you.
But close your eyes.  It burns when you get in in your eyes."

   "Yeah.  I know," giggled Danny.  "I've done it in the tub.  You?"

   Brian got serious for a moment.  "Yeah.  And something else maybe I'll
tell you about someday."

   In spite of the return of unwanted memories, Brian's cock started to
chub up.

   "Better get started `fore I get a hard-on.  I can't piss with a bone
like I use ta when I was younger.  Like you can."

   A little strain.  A loud fart.  The stream started.

   "Yummers," Danny said, eyes clenched shut.  "Your fart smells like yummy
candy.  And your pee -- I mean piss -- your piss smells like delicious
lemonade."

   Brian's piss didn't smell anything like lemonade.  It was pungent,
slightly fetid smelling.  As Brian hosed him down, Danny's penis started
twitching.  Brian sensed what was about to happen.

   "Want to drink some, baby?" he whispered.

   Danny responded by reaching out, groping blindly for the spewing cock,
grabbing it, and leaning up to clamp his lips around it.  Once the danger
of getting urine in his eyes was past, he opened them and looked lovingly
into the green eyes of the boy who was filling his mouth with cock and
piss.

   Brian controlled his flow with well-practiced skill by pinching his cock
so that it wouldn't overwhelm the boy he loved so much.  When he sensed
Danny had had enough, he pulled his penis out and pointed it at Danny's
throbbing cocklet.  Releasing his pinch, he let his piss hit the steel hard
2 incher full force.

   Without touching himself, Danny thrust his belly upward repeatedly.  The
warmth and the force of the piss hitting his pricklet -- and his love for
the boy who was defiling him -- was all that was needed to send him over
the edge.  He shrieked as the spasms coursed through his tummy, making his
taut little boy cock jump, trying to ejaculate cum that wouldn't arrive for
three more years.  The orgasm was hovered between pain and excruciating
pleasure and lasted a good five seconds before subsiding, only to be
replaced by a second, more intense orgasm lasting another eight seconds.

   Danny had never dry cum so hard.  As the waves dissipated, he collapsed
exhausted onto the bed, barely aware of Brian's slow descent onto the bed
beside him.

   Brian leaned over and gently licked Danny's face, a mama cat cleaning
her kitten.  As he neared the younger boy's mouth, he let his lips softly
caress the piss-wet, pouty lips.  No deep tongue kiss this time.  Just
soft, loving pecks by one boy deeply in love with another.

   Danny's panting slowed, softened, and returned to almost normal.  His
eyes opened.

   "Wow!  That was intense.  I never..." Danny gasped, searching for words.


   "Hush, baby.  Just relax."

   "Mmm.  I like when you call me baby.  I hate it when Mama does."

   Danny closed his eyes once again and snuggled into Brian's body, the
odor of urine a comforting blanket surrounding them.  Before drifting off
to sleep, he whispered, "I love you, too, Brian.  I so, so, fucking love
you."
   "Fuck" -- a bad word, a big word for a nine year old.