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 Taking Timmy's Tiny Tookus - Chapter 4 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 between 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 not print this out in a public computer and leave it for
others to find (as happened with Chapter 1).

   Chapter 4: Going Deep

   From Chapter 3:

   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.

   Now on to Chapter 4...

   After about fifteen minutes, Brian stirred from his nap and looked at
his new lover.  His cock throbbed with passion, desire, wanting.  He shook
Danny gently.  The little boy mumbled and wiggled but stayed deep in his
post-orgasmic cocoon.  Another shake, this one harder.

   "Come on, baby.  Come on, Danny.  Wake up."

   Danny stirred a little but wanted to stay wrapped in his pleasure.  He
kept his eyes shut, hoping the feelings he felt would stay forever.  He
started to drift off again when he felt his legs being lifted by strong
hands.  Still fighting wakefulness, he sighed deeply, then jerked awake and
upward.

   A wet, cool tongue was licking all around his butt cheeks, moving
closer, ever closer to the crack.  A crack he was sure was dirty.

   "Don't do that, Brian!  I'm not ready for that.  It's kind of, you know.
I gotta clean up there."

   Brian chuckled.  "I told you I loved all of you.  Your poop stains are
so sweet looking.  Like mushy chocolate.  I love them.  Not as much as you.
But I hella love them."

   Then he dove down and began licking all up and down Danny's poopy crack,
loving the bitter taste, the strong, fetid odor, the closeness of sharing
something so filthy he knew the younger boy shared with him.

   For a good five minutes, Brian cleaned all the streaks on Danny's crack,
then licked the little brown current-sized berry still clinging to the
little boy's brown pucker.  It came loose easily.  He held it on his
tongue, lowered Danny's legs, and stuck out his tongue.

   "You're not going to?"

   Brian sensually slipped his tongue back into his mouth and made an
exaggerated swallowing motion.

   "You ever done anything like that?" Brian asked.

   "Maybe."

   "Tell me about it."

   "Uhn uhn.  Not going to.  Not now."

   "Later?  Some other time?"

   "Maybe."

   "Wanna kiss?"

   "You got poopy breath!"

   "Wanna kiss?"

   "No way, poopy mouth!"

   "Wanna kiss me, poopy baby?"

   Danny didn't answer.  Instead he broke into a broad smile that lit his
entire face.  He sat completely up, grasped Brian's head, and planted his
mouth fully on the older boy's and thrust his little tongue inside.  There
wasn't any real flavor to mention, just the understanding that this
well-liked, well-respected eight grade athlete had willingly licked his
butt.  Had willingly swallowed a tiny Danny poop-ball.  Had revealed a part
of who Brian really was to Danny, a part that Danny was afraid to reveal to
himself.  A part he could no longer deny and no longer wanted to.

   Brian mumbled something into Danny's mouth.

   "What?" Danny asked.

   "Looks like you're ready again," Brian answered, stroking Danny's hard
two inch pecker.  "I got a favor to ask.  A big one."

   Brian's serious tone worried Danny.

   "Can you..." Brian stuttered, "God this is hard to ask.  Please don't
hate.  And please don't say `no.'"

   "I don't know.  I don't want to hurt you, Brian.  Please don't ask me to
do that."

   "Hell.  It won't hurt me.  Like the exact opposite.  Please say `yes.'
Promise me you'll do it."

   Danny had no idea what Brian wanted him to do.  It worried him.  But
Brian had said it wouldn't hurt him and how could he say `no?' Not to his
best friend.  Not to his only real friend.

   Softly, barely audible: "Okay.  I promise."

   Brian pulled Danny to him and hugged him hard enough to squeeze breath
out of the skinny boy.  "I want you to fuck me, please.  But do it nice. 
Show me you love me."

   "How I do that?" Danny asked, genuinely mystified.  He knew what fucking
was: Intercourse between a man and a woman where the man put his penis in a
woman's vagina and sperm came out.  Mama had explained it to him many times
and with increasing detail as he got older.  He's been shown diagrams,
photos, and even a short, very explicit video.  But Brian didn't have the
right equipment.  And his own certainly wasn't like that of the men in the
photos and video.

   Brian reached between their legs and tweaked Danny's hard-on.

   "You put this beautiful little pecker in my butt hole and fuck it in and
out.  I'll help you.  You'll need to get me slick.  You can use something
slippy or you can use your tongue to get my hole wet."

   Brian badly wanted Danny to use his mouth, but he knew that'd be asking
way too much of the boy so soon.  It was enough Danny was going to do him.
That's what he wanted most of all.

   "Lie down on your back like when you licked me," Danny instructed.  He
started pushing Brian's legs over his head, when the older boy hooked his
own hands behind his knees, giving full access to his hole.

   Danny's brow crinkled.  He'd tried to see his own rectum -- as his
mother called it -- many times in the standing mirror and with a hand
mirror, never with much success.  But he'd see enough to know that Brian's
looked much different.  Still hairless and with only the slightest tinge of
brown in the butt crease, Brian's hole was puffy, ringed with rectal
tissue, red, and bruised looking.  Not smooth and tight like his own.

   "Does your butthole change that much when you start getting hairy and
stuff?" Danny asked.

   Brian started to cry softly.  "Don' hate me when you hear me out.  Okay?
It looks like that cuz my asshole father's been fucking it a long time. 
Since before I was your age."

   "No way!"

   "I was six the first time.  I used to hate it.  I don't hate it anymore.
Just hate my father.  The asswipe.  Actually I like it a lot.  But not from
him.  That's why I want you to do it.  I want to see what it feels like to
get fucked by someone who loves me.  That okay, baby?"

   Danny's answer was to slip between Brian's thighs and start licking his
13-year old lover's crease.  He'd loved doing this to his little infant
brother in the past weeks, but the excitement at those times was nothing
compared to this.

   Brian's crack was much cleaner than his had been with only slight traces
of the older boy's last shit.  He was, after all, 13 years old and was
careful about making sure he was well wiped -- in most cases, that is.  But
sometimes, if he knew no one would see it -- or if one of THEM saw it, he
sometimes skipped his wipe i.  He wasn't able to do this often since he was
never sure when his father might press him into action for himself or one
of his friends.  It was those sessions that had taught Brian to wipe well.
If he hadn't, his father or one of the other guys would tease him calling
him "little baby poopy butt." He'd had to deal with that nickname until he
was 10 and finally learned how to clean well using water or spit.  Except
some of his customers liked him that way.  His father would tell him then
not to wipe

   And sometimes, when he was all alone, he'd use his fingers instead of
toilet paper, wiping, licking them clean.  He'd keep wiping and licking
until his fingers came away clean.  God, how he loved the bitter, nasty
taste.

   But today Brian was glad he'd wiped well after his father's quick
send-off-to-school fuck.  He didn't want his new lover to see a dirty crack
and asshole, although he loved seeing Danny's.  He was afraid Danny might
be grossed by it.  Little did he know how much Danny was like him.

   But Brian got a sense of Danny's depravity when the tight young tongue
poked hard at his asshole.  Slowly, Brian loosened his puffy sphincter. 
Brian had learned over the past seven years how to keep it tight or how to
loosen it quickly depending on the man's need who was fucking him.  But he
loosened it slowly this time, wanting Danny to enjoy his probing.  When it
did loosen, Danny's tongue slipped in easily and deeply.

   Brian thought the boy might withdraw it quickly, but Danny didn't. 
Instead, he dug in deeper.  He wiggled his tongue around, trying to lick
the insides of his older friend's rectum.  The probing relaxed Brian's gut,
and mixed with the air Danny was pumping in, caused a full feeling to roil
in Brian's lower intestine.

   "Watch out, dude, "I'm gonna..." Brian gasped.  Just as the important
word was about leave his mouth, a loud, long rumbling fart escaped his
hole. First it blasted Danny's nose and filled the air with a nasty, fetid,
shit-tinged stench.  But the loud rumbling didn't last long.  It was
muffled by Danny's mouth, which he'd clamped over the fluttering anus at
the first blast of Brian's fart, his tongue still digging deeper.

   Danny's jaw ached and his tongue was impossibly sore.  He was about to
stop his digging with his tongue when the tip touched what he'd hoped for.
A soft mass had inched down Brian's intestine.  Danny danced his tongue
around the tip, letting spit soften it slightly.  But at last, his jaw and
tongue couldn't take it any more.  He had to pull away.

   "Dude!" Brian gasped again.  "You've got poopy drool on your chin.  You
are one nasty little fucker.  Kiss me."

   Before Danny could kiss him, however, Brian licked the brown drool from
his lover's lips and chin.  Then they played a fast tongue battle, sharing
the faint flavor of Brian's shit between them.

   Brian pushed Danny off.

   "Now fuck me, poop boy!"

   Danny climbed between Brian's legs and kind of knew what he was supposed
to do.  His penis was supposed to go into the other boy's poop hole.  But
how?  How should he do it.  He tried poking it in, but his hard, little
nail didn't come close to the hole.  He scooted up closer until he could
feel Brian's warm flesh.  Once more he poked forward.  His cocklet missed
the hole by a good two inches, hit solid flesh, and bent in the middle.

   "Ouch!" he cried.  "It's not working." The twinge of pain and the
frustration brought tears to his eyes.

   Brian petted his hair gently.

   "Hey, Baby, relax.  It's not rocket surgery." Danny giggled at the mixed
up phrase.  Brian spit on his fingers, grasped the two inch boner, wet it,
scooted forward, and placed the pointed, purple cocklet head at his asshole
and scooted forward some more.  Danny's cocklet slipped through Brian's
asshole, sending shivers through both boys.

   "Oh sweety.  Oh Baby.  That feels sooooo good.  I love you, Baby," Brian
whispered, barely loud enough for Danny to hear.  But hear it, Danny did.

   Brian had been fucked many times in the seven years since his father
first raped him.  Many times, and by many different cocks.  But never had
he been fucked by a cock as tiny as Danny's or by a cock that so filled him
completely.  He grasped the younger boy's skinny buttocks and held him in
tightly place.  Slowly he bucked his hips, fucking himself on the little
nail.  At first Danny lay passively, allowing Brian to do all the work. 
But nature and instinct quickly took over and in a couple of minutes he was
matching his own fucking motions with the bigger boy's.  He felt like he
was trying to climb inside Brian, being led by his penis.  The tip of his
hard little cock hit against the mass inside that his tongue had briefly
touched earlier and poked into it.

   While Brian was lost in the wonderful joy and love of the moment, Danny
was enthralled by the shear sensuality and sexual passion -- a passion he'd
never felt as strong or as all-consuming.

   "I'm fucking your poop, Brian.  I can feel it!"

   Brian giggled.  "Well then fuck my shit, poop fucker." He tightened his
sphincter as tight as he could.

   Danny slammed harder, faster.  "Fucking your shit.  Fucking your shitty
asshole.  Fucking your shit.  Fucking your shit.  Shitty fucking asshole.
Cock sucker.  Mother fucker.  Shit shit shit fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
fuck FUUUCCCKKK!"

   The last word screamed so loud Brian was sure someone walking by could
have heard it.  He didn't care.  He loved feeling his little lover's cock
jerking in an uncontrollable orgasm buried two inches up his shit hole.

   Slowly Danny came down from his orgasmic high.  When he caught his
breath, he pulled his limp noodle from Brian's vice-like hole.  He pulled
himself to lie face to face with his lover and leaned in and kissed his
face with a myriad little, wet, sloppy pecks.  He stopped, then looked into
Brian's eyes.

   "I love you, Brian.  I really do." Danny went back to kissing all over
Brian's freckled face.  He looked up once more, then at the top of his
voice yelled, "I love you Brian Johnson.  And I don't care who knows."

   "I can tell, Danny." Tears formed in Brian's eyes.  "You're the very
first guy who ever fucked me who loved me.  Ya know that?  The very first."
   "Then it's your turn, Brian.  Fuck me.  I want you to fuck me now!"