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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 not print this story on a public computer and leave it in
the printer (as was done with Chapter 1).

   Chapter 5: Delving Even Deeper

   From Chapter 4:

   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 on top of 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!"

   Now on to Chapter 5...

   "No way!  I ain't gonna fuck you, " Brian yelled.  "It'll hurt you and I
ain't gonna hurt you the way my..."

   Brian's voice trailed off.  Danny pushed his lovers shoulders as hard
against the bed as his skinny arms could manage.  He pierced Brian's eyes
with his gaze.

   "You are going to do it, asshole.  I told you I want you to fuck me. 
You will do it and you will do it NOW!" Danny's tone was light and joking;
Brian's face stormy.  He shook his head.

   "You don't understand, baby.  I love ya.  It hurt so much my first time.
And a whole bunch of times after the first time.  I can't do that to you. I
love ya too much."

   Danny cuddled close, his cheek rubbing all over Brian's face.

   He whispered gently, "You've got the most fantastic, beautiful, sexy and
biggest pee-pee, dickie, dick, penis, and cock I've ever seen.  Well, seen
in person.  Well, I guess it's the only one I've seen in person except my
little brother's.  But Mama showed me pictures so I'd know what mine'll
look like when I get older, when I get to be a man.  And I know you're only
starting to get big.  I gotta be honest with you.  I've been putting stuff
in my pooper for a long time.  Like when I was 5, even.  Marbles.  My
finger.  Well, three fingers now.  Candles.  I even have a favorite marker
that's just about your size I use all the time pretending it's you.  And it
doesn't hurt me at all!"

   The last statement wasn't totally true.  Danny hadn't discovered the joy
of lube yet, so the marker always hurt at first.  But he loved feeling it
stretch his hole.

   "Plus," he continued, "I've done poops that are MUCH bigger than you,
and I love the way they feel even if they hurt sometimes.  So YOU WILL FUCK
ME!  Or I'll run outside naked and yell at the top of my lungs how much I
love you."

   Brian laughed, tears running down his cheeks.

   "Can't have you outside bare assed nakers, can we?  Guess I gotta fuck
you, dude.  I'll try to make it easy for you.  And if it hurts even a
little tiny bit, you gotta tell me.  Okay?"

   Brian reached over to the rickety bedside table and pulled a blue and
white tube from its drawer.

   "What's that?"

   "It's called KY.  It'll make it go in easier.  Wish that asshole'd used
it when he started me."

   "You really hate him, don't you?"

   Brian just grunted.

   "Maybe you can tell me about it.  One day."

   "Yeah, maybe," Brian muttered, then stated with mock toughness, "but now
I'm gonna ram my hard fucking cock up your funky ass shit hole!"

   Brian was anything but tough when he scooted down between Danny's legs.
He gently lifted them to the younger boy's skinny legs, exposing his anus.
He'd licked it earlier, but it still had a few streaks of brown, maybe some
new ones, even.  "Hmm," Brian thought to himself, "I think Danny's a
leaker. Like me."

   He licked all around the hole, moving in on it slowly, tickling gently
as he did.  He couldn't taste much, just a touch of Danny's inner essence.
He lusted for more.  Once he got to the hole, he slowly made love to it
with his tongue, licking, poking, probing.  As Danny's hole widened, Brian
slipped more and more of his tongue in.

   There!  He could feel it with the tip of his tongue.  The tip.  He heard
Danny grunt as his tongue forced the tight hole open suddenly.

   "Sorry, dude," Brian mumbled as best he could.

   "Don't stop.  It just surprised me," Danny answered.

   Brian's tongue crawled forward slowly.  It wrapped around the tip of a
very firm mass.  No doubt what that was.

   Suddenly, Danny erupted in a loud, rumbling fart, expelling air Brian
had forced up his rectum.  Awhile ago, the younger boy might have been
embarrassed, scared.  But now he loved that he'd just pooted in his lover's
nose.  The stench wafting up to his nose.

   "Sorry, man.  That's a pretty stinky one.  Isn't it?" he giggled.

   "The stinkier the better, little dude," Brian answered, pulling his face
away from the source of the stink.  "I'd love to smell your farts all day.
But we got work to do.  Do't want you running out into the street nakers,
do we?"

   Brian sat back on his feet, uncapped the KY tube, and squeezed it on the
spit slick asshole winking before him.

   "Oooo cold!" Danny yelped.

   Brian didn't want any pain to accompany his little lover's first fuck,
so he slowly worked the KY all around the slightly distended pucker and in
to the dark channel.

   "Oooooo, but now it feels so good," Danny cooed.  "Hurry up.  I gotta
have it.  I want it so bad."

   For all his desire not to hurt his little friend, Brian was just as
eager to get on with it.  He slathered up his four hard inches, rubbing a
good amount right on the deep red cockhead protruding from his wrinkled
foreskin.  He scooted into place, glancing first at Danny's hard little
nail then at the boy's soft, girlish face.

   "You are so pretty, Danny.  And so hard.  If I sproinged your dickie, I
think it'd break off.  "

   "Sproinged?"

   "Yeah.  You know, If I did this."

   Brian pulled Danny's little metal rod down toward his feet.  It snapped
back and smacked Danny's tummy with a audible `thwack." That got both boys
giggling.  Danny reached up and touched Brian's nose.

   "You got poopies on your nose, Bri." He leaned forward and licked the
little brown smear off.

   "You ready, Baby?" Brian whispered.  Danny nodded his assent.  "If it
hurts at all, you gotta tell me.  I'll stop."

   Danny nodded again, but he had his fingers crossed.  The nine-year old
hated pain, but there was no way he'd stop Brian from ...  the word rolled
around his mind ...  fucking him.  He grasped the piss wet sheets and
waited.

   Brian's penis was, indeed, about the size of one of the jumbo marker's
Danny used on himself over the last few weeks.  But the vermillion cockhead
was slightly flared, and Brian knew that would cause some discomfort if he
didn't go slowly.  He pushed it gently against the slightly opened anus. 
He grunted and pushed slowly.  Danny grunted.  The ring of muscles
twitched, loosened briefly, then slammed shut.

   "Ow." Danny couldn't help himself.

   "No way.  I ain't gonna do it."

   "Yes.  Please, Brian.  Please.  I want you to fuck me so bad.  Please.
Please.  Please."

   Brian couldn't tell if the tears in his lover's eyes were from pain,
passion, or fear.  "You gotta push out like you're pooping.  Okay?" Brian
hadn't learned that trick for over a month after his father first raped
him. When he finally realized this would make the assault less painful, his
father sneered at him and said it was about time he learned how to be a
good pussy boy.

   Danny strained and grunted like he was trying to pass a huge log.  A
little puff of gas flowed around Brian's knob, and the ring relaxed.  The
cockhead popped into the warm, tight rectum.

   "Oh fuck.  Oh man.  Oh fuck oh shit," Brian breathed huskily.

   Danny grabbed Brian around the neck and pulled him into a full tongue
slathering kiss.

   "Oh fuck is right, Brian.  You're in me, dude.  You're fucking me.  I
love it.  I love you.  God, it feels so fucking good.  Do more.  Fuck it in
me."

   Brian continued to push in slowly, scraping against Danny's little
prostate and poking against the hard mass that rested just a couple of
inches up the boy's rectum.  When he hit that resistance, he pushed hard,
feeling it crumble around him.

   Four inches isn't much ...  unless you're nine years old and it's your
first time being penetrated by a real cock.  Danny loved holding his poops
until the very last moment, loved the feeling of being full and almost
losing it.  But now, with a full intestine and what he could feel was a big
poop backed up in him ...  now THIS was heaven.  This was what he'd always
wanted.

   Brian pulled almost all the way out until he could feel Danny's tight
ring against the ridge of his cockhead.  He pushed back in, a little harder
this time.

   "Yes," Danny hissed.

   Brian picked up the pace, his painfully hard prick poking first against
the boy's swollen prostate then jamming into the end of his lover's turd.
Over and over his penis invaded the Danny's dark passage.  Faster and
faster.  He wanted it to last forever, but he knew he couldn't hold back
much longer.  He grabbed the hard, little two inch pecker between them and
started jacking furiously, almost violently.  Danny loved it.

   As the moment approached, Brian was rabbit fucking his love without
regard to whether he was causing any pain.  He leaned close to Danny's ear.

   "You're the first, you know," Brian panted.

   "Huh?" Danny could barely get the sound out, he was gasping so hard for
air.

   "You're my first fuck.  I never fucked nobody before.  All the times I
been fucked, I never fucked nobody.  I'm so glad it's ..."

   Then it came, hitting the thirteen year old like a seizure.  The most
powerful orgasm he'd ever had.  So strong it hurt, but the hurt felt so
good, so perfect, so right.  Right as Brian hit his peak, he could feel
Danny's asshole spasm repeatedly.  Somewhere in the background he could
hear the little boy yelling in the throes of his own powerful, dry cum.  It
felt like he dumped a ton of jizz into the little guy's asshole.  But in
truth, Brian only shot a little more than he normally did.  After three wet
shots, the remaining spasms were dry.

   Exhausted, Brian collapsed.  As he gasped for breath, he could feel
Danny pushing against him.

   "You're too heavy.  I can't breathe," Danny pleaded.

   Brian rolled to the side, his legs still across his recently fucked
little boy friend.  He loved the way that sounded.  Little boyfriend.  He
started to laugh.  Danny quickly followed suit.

   "You mean it?  I was really your first?
 "Fuck, yeah.  I'm so glad
it was you.  And it ain't gonna be the last time, either, dude.  I don't
ever want to stop fucking you.  We're gonna do it until we're like 100
years old."

   "You mean it?" Suddenly, Danny felt an unfamiliar warmth sweep his
entire body, a warmth brought on by the feeling of being totally and
completely loved.  This was followed quickly by a familiar rumbling in his
tummy.  He knew what was about to happen and tried to untangle himself from
Brian's legs.  As panicked as he felt, as much as he had to get away, he
knew there wasn't enough time.

   Then with a loud, warbling fart, his gaping anus twitched and opened
even more.  In a rush, a two and a half inch thick, eight-inch long turd
erupted from his hole followed by a large squirt of liquid shit, some
spattering Brian's legs.

   "Oweeee!" Danny screeched.  The rapid evacuation hurt ten times worse
than any poop he'd ever done.Then realization of what had just happened
swept over him.  He started to bawl.

   "I'm sorry, Brian.  Don't hate me.  I didn't mean to."

   Brian laughed, then realized that probably wasn't the best thing to do.
He hugged Danny to his chest.

   "Don't worry, dude.  The first time I got fucked I totally exploded
right after the asshole pulled outta me.  Diarrhea everywhere.  Boy was he
pissed.  Pushed my face in it and smacked me but good.  But you remember
what I told you?"

   Danny shook his head.  Brian straightened up and picked up the brown,
knobby shit log, rounded on both ends because Danny's sphincter hadn't
closed yet.

   "I told you I love your poop.  I love it enough to kiss it!" He kissed
it along its length from one end to the other.

   "Hey look.  See that?" He pointed to some light translucent brown cream
adhering to one end.  "I do believe that's my spunk.  Yummy!" He licked a
little bit off.

   "Stop that!" Danny yelled.  "You gave that to me, so I should lick it."
He grabbed Brian's hands and brought the turd to his mouth and licked the
remaining semen off.

   "You're one nasty fuck, you know that, Danny?" Brian's face was
squinched up in mock disgust, but the younger boy knew he was playing with
him.

   "You started it, nasty shitty turd licker!"

   "You know what else I wanna do?" Brian asked.  Danny shook his head.

   Brian leaned back on the piss-wet sheets, lifted his legs, and said, "I
want you to fuck me again.  In a special way."

   Danny grimaced.  "I don't think I can.  I think I wore out my pee-pee."

   "Not with your `pee-pee,' dude.  Watch."

   Brian pushed the rounded tip of the shit log against his asshole.  He
pushed slightly and the tip slipped in.

   "Now THIS is nasty," Brian grunted as he slowly pushed the turd inside
himself.  "Gotta do it slow or it breaks apart."

   Danny gaped in fascination as the thick turd advanced into Brian's hole
a quarter inch at a time.  After about three inches had made its way into
Brian's rectum, all movement inside stopped.  The older boy grunted, pushed
a little more with only tiny progress, then pulled the turd out.

   Danny wasn't sure how much Brian had intended to shove in himself, but
he kind of wished he'd gotten more in.  He wasn't going to say anything,
though, but his face must have given him away.

   "Can't do it, Danny my love," Brian said.  "Got something in the way."

   "What?" Danny asked.

   Brian looked at him like he was nuts.  "What do you think, silly!"

   Reality dawned on Danny quickly.  "Oh.  I get it get.  It's um, um..."

   "Yeah, poopy boy.  I got some shit of my own I gotta get rid of."

   Brian dropped Danny's shitty offering and started to climb off the bed.

   "No wait!  Do it here.  Please.  I always wanted to see what poop looked
like coming out.  I've tried to see mine with a small mirror, but I just
couldn't do it right.  It just went on the floor.  That's all."

   "You want me to do it on the bed?" Brian asked.

   "Kind of," Danny answered.  "But not really on the bed." He pointed at
his abdomen.  "I want poopoo on my tummy." 
Danny knew he sounded
babyish the way he was talking, but he felt that way and wanted to bring
Brian into his world at that moment.

   "You want me to shit ...  I mean poopoo on you?"

   "Pwease."

   This new, "little boy Danny" surprised Brian.  The nine-year old always
acted so much older than his peers, using big words and getting straight
A's.  But somehow he understood Danny's need to be babyish.  And he knew
Danny understood his own need to have Danny act that way.

   "Okay, Poopoo Baby.  Lie down and I'll do a big poopy on you."

   Brian straddled his little baby lover with his rear facing toward
Danny's head.

   "Where you want my poop, Poopoo Baby?"

   "Poopoo on my pee-pee."

   Brian muttered, "so, so nasty" not in condemnation, but in excitement.
Finally he'd met someone like him, someone who loved what he loved, someone
who wanted to do what he had been forced to do by men who wanted to
humiliate him.  They'd forced him many times, yes, and Brian expressed
revulsion and resignation every time.  But secretly he loved the filthy
play, secretly he'd engaged in it in private many times, always wishing he
could share the squalid enjoyment with someone he loved.  Who loved him.

   Brian spread his cheeks, giving his Poopoo Baby a clear view.  Normally
he was ashamed of his permanently bruised, puffy, asshole, crimson-ringed
with extruded rectal tissue, permanently damaged by over seven years of
brutal abuse.

   "Pretty ugly, isn't it?" Brian commented more than asked.

   But Danny loved what he saw.  He'd looked at his own so many times, he
knew Brian's hole was different -- different from his, different from his
infant brother's, probably different from all the other boys in his school.

   "Pwetty poopoo hole.  Baby wov da poopoo hole.  Poopoo on Baby, pwease."

   Brian loved feeling full in the rectum, so he hadn't shit for over a
day, intentionally holding it for the inevitable rough penetration he
expected in the evening by his father or eighteen year old brother.  Or
both.  They both loved getting his shit on their cocks because they both
loved humiliating Brian, making him lick and suck their filthy cocks clean.
So straddling the little boy beneath him, Brian knew he had a full load to
give.  A moment's reluctance slowed him, then he heard Danny chanting
sing-song beneath him.

   "Poopoo on me.  Poopoo on me.  Poopoo on me, Daddy!  Poopoo on me. 
Poopoo on me.  Poopoo on me, Daddy!"

   Brian wasn't sure he liked being called "daddy." His own was so mean. 
So miserable.  So brutal.  But he quickly realized that he'd love to be
Danny-baby's make believe daddy, a daddy who shared piss and sperm and snot
and loogies and -- most of all -- a daddy who shared shit with his little
boy lover.  His sphincter opened easily.

   Danny stopped his singing and held his breath.  Brian's asshole
stretched a quarter of an inch, pushed open by a small small, dark brown
blob.  The hole quickly doubled in size as the blob turned into a soft,
half inch thick snake of shit that extended in one long mass from Brian's
loose hole.  The snake touched the tip of Danny's stick-hard little cock,
smearing the purple head brown.  It dropped the rest of the way and curled
around the little pole, besmearing Danny's tight ball sac and soft abdomen.


   Danny leaned forward so he could be as close as possible, so he could
see himself being fouled by his lover's poop.  No, not poop.  By his
lover's shit.  He inhaled deeply.  The smell was ripe and penetrating.  He
reached out and touched the growing mass as it continued extruding from
Brian's savaged hole.  It didn't seem like it would ever stop.  He looked
at his finger.  A dime-sized lump of shit stuck to it.  He sniffed.  Even
more intense than the stink rising from the pile on his tummy.  He thought
about licking a little off his finger, then changed his mind.  Instead, he
plunged his whole finger into his mouth and sucked hard.

   Waxy.  Bitter.  A little spicy from Brian's chili dinner the night
before.  But oh, so delicious.  Danny had only ever eaten his brother's
poop in any quantity.  What he'd tasted of his own were mere licks of his
finger after he'd pushed it into his rear.  Never much to taste.  Not so
strong and delicious -- in a foul sort of way.

   By the time Danny had sucked his finger clean, Brian had finished
releasing his bowels.  Danny's pubis was covered in a mass of warm, moist
reddish brown to deep brown feces.  Only the very tip of his hard, little,
two inch rocket peaked through the stinking mass.  He poked his finger in
the pile and scooped out a tablespoon's worth of poop, poopoo, crap, shit.
No hesitation this time.  In it went.  The flavor was ten times as intense.
The nastiness a hundred times.  He was eating his teen lover's most secret
part.

   Once more Danny dug into the mass, scooping out even more -- a golf ball
sized mass this time.  By now, Brian was watching him over his shoulder.

   "I wov your poopy poopies, Poopoo Daddy.  Yum.  Yum.  Baby want more."
Drunk with love, lust, and the sheer nastiness of what they were doing,
Danny shoved the mass in his mouth, chewed it, releasing more spiciness. 
He gagged slightly as he started to swallow, then forced the slimy mass
down his throat.

   "Careful, little Poopoo Baby," Brian giggled.  "If you're not used to
it, you might puke."

   As much as he wanted to eat every foul, stinking bit of Brian's shit,
Danny knew he'd reached his limit.  Suddenly, a belch formed in his upper
tract.  Danny was not the belching kind of kid.  As hard as he'd try in
order to play burp games with his classmates, all that would escape were
little squeaks.  Not this time.  The feces mixed with gastric juices welled
up and escaped in one long, loud expulsion that smelled like a sewer.

   "Man, Poopoo Baby smells rank," Brian giggled.  "I want to kiss him!"

   Brian started to move around to face Danny, but the younger boy grabbed
his ass cheeks.

   "Don't move, Poopoo Daddy.  Poopoo Baby wants to fuck you with his
poopoo log.  Oops.  Poopoo Baby said bad word."

   Danny picked up the eight inch shit log and pushed it against Brian's
shit-smeared hole.  After a tiny bit of resistance, the log reopened the
loose, shit-smeared hole and started in easily.

   "Push it in really hard, Danny," Brian gasped, dropping the daddy-baby
game.  "Rape me with your shit."

   Danny did as asked, shoving the turd in hard an inch at a time.  When
the last half inch remained outside Brian's distended hole, he took three
fingers and pushed the rest inside hard.  His fingers slipped in
accidentally.  Danny was surprised the hole was so soft and pliable, not
tight like his.  He lacked the knowledge and perspective to know that
repeated anal abuse loosened had loosened Brian's hole.  He felt four hard
squeezes.  Another new bit of understanding slowly dawning.  Brian's hole
was soft and loose, but he'd been well trained how to tighten it for his
abusers' pleasure.

   "Brian, please fuck me again," the real Danny asked.  "I know you don't
want to hurt me, and I know it will probably hurt more this time.  But I
want you so bad.  Use the slippy stuff again.  Please, please fuck me."

   Brian pivoted into position between Danny's legs.  His cock was an angry
red, the head forced all the way through his tight foreskin.  No, he did
not want to hurt this sweet, stinky boy he so adored.  But there was no way
he could have kept himself in check if Danny had told him "no."

   "I'm not going to use the slippy stuff, Danny.  I know something much
better.  They use it on me all the time."

   Brian scooped up a handful of his shit from Danny's tummy.

   "You're gonna use poop?"

   "Yeah.  Think about it.  Everything that comes out of your butthole is
covered in poop.  `Cuz it's poop!  Trust me.  It works real good.  You'll
love it.  But I gotta warn you.  I'm not gonna stop even if you beg.  You
got me so hot, I gotta do this."

   "I'm not going to stop you, silly billy.  Even if it hurts me so much I
want to die."

   Brian smeared the shit all over his cock, then smeared more around then
in Danny's asshole.  One finger, then two fingers slipped in easily.

   "That feels so awesome, Brian."

   "Told ya."

   Brian positioned his shit covered 3/4 inch thick cockhead against
Danny's smeared asshole and pushed.

   A twinge of discomfort surged through the 9-year old beneath him.  Not
bad.  The little boy expected worse.  But Brian wasn't that big, he'd had
larger things in him...

   Then Brian forced his full four inches inside Danny's rectum.  Danny
screamed.

   Brian clamped his lips over the Danny's mouth, capturing Danny's screams
and fetid stench inside his own mouth.

   "Go with it, Baby.  Go with it.  It hurts `cuz the big poop you did.  I
ain't stopping.  I gotta do this."

   All the time, Brian didn't stop his pumping, picking up speed and force.

   Danny's screaming softened, then ceased.

   "I don't want you to stop.  It hurt so much but I want it so bad.

   Brian was always a quick cummer the first time in any sex session. 
Subsequent ones always took longer.  This was the first time, though, he
got to experience this phenomenon inside someone else's ass hole.  He
pumped briskly for a good four minutes, then felt the urge rising.  He
stopped.

   "Don't stop!" Danny begged.

   "Just a little bit." After the urge ebbed, Brian was back in the saddle,
pumping hard and fast.

   Four times he came to the edge.  Four times in twelve minutes.  Danny
was moaning in pleasure-pain beneath him.  Shit smearing between their
bellies and spattering with each thrust.  The stench in the room only
heightened both boys' passion.  Three times Danny spasmed and shook in an
intense dry orgasm.  The last one brought Brian to the point of no return.
With one brutal thrust, he jammed his four inches hard through Danny's
clenching asshole.  Hot jizz surged through his piss tube.  Eight spasms.
Most dry, but every one so intense they brought tears to his eyes.

   When Brian looked down, actual tears were running down Danny's cheeks.

   "I'm sorry, Danny.  Don't cry.  You said you wanted me to.  I couldn't
help myself."

   Danny punched him hard on the arm.  "Im not crying because of that,
silly.  I just feel so fucking good."

   "Better watch your mouth, Poopoo Baby."

   Danny giggled.  "How's this for watching my mouth?" He threw his arms
around Brian's neck, pulled him down, clamped his mouth over his lover's,
and pushed his tongue in.  Once more he belched, this time intentionally,
his burp sounding like a "real boy" belch, like one from a wimp like him.

   Brian tasted Danny's rotten breath and smelled it through the back of
his nose.  He pushed the little boy away.

   "Man, your breath stanks and tastes like shit, Poopoo Baby."

   Brian leaned back down and swept his tongue around inside Danny's mouth,
relishing in the fetid taste.  He'd tasted shit many times in his thirteen
years: his own, his father's, his brothers, his father's friends, even
strangers his father brought to their home.  None had tasted so sweet, so
wonderful as the dark nasty flavors roiling through his mouth.
After a few minutes of soft, gentle tongue kissing, the older boy
released Danny's lips.  He sat up, his cock firm but no longer hard in
Danny's rectum.  He rubbed his pubis against Danny's, smearing the sticky,
stinking mess between them.  He dipped his index finger into the shit, then
started moving it around on Danny's chest.  He'd rub his shitty finger on

Danny's chest, dip back in and move some more.

   After a couple minutes of minutes, he licked his finger clean and asked,
"I have a special surprise for you, Baby.  You trust me?"

   Danny nodded.  He so completely trusted his special friend, he'd let
Brian do anything to him.

   Danny felt Brian's flaccid dick firm up slightly, then twitch.  Brian
bent down and began French kissing Danny.  As he did so, Danny felt a warm
trickle begin inside him.  It rapidly increased to a full gush.  Brian was
peeing in him.  No, once again, he had to use the big boy words.

   "Brian!  You're pissing in me.  That's so..." Words failed Danny for a
moment.  Then he found them and hugged Brian to him.  "That's so
wonderful."

   "Careful, little dude.  Don't hug so hard.  The pee's just half the
surprise."

   The piss seemed to last forever.  Danny's Mama had given him enemas
before.  At first, when he was just a little boy, he hated them.  But the
last few times -- the last one about two months ago -- had made his little
penis hard.  Having his lover piss in him -- in his asshole where he'd
planted his sperm just minutes before -- this was more than Danny could
stand.  His cocklet, which had felt completely warn out after his last
orgasm, hardened painfully.

   As the piss filled him, Danny looked toward his tummy and could see it
bulging slightly.  Like he was pregnant with Brian's baby.  A piss baby. 
Suddenly, a powerful cramp engulfed his guts, wrapped itself around every
nerve in his pubic area, and ripped an orgasm out of his shaking body like
he'd never felt before.

   Danny had never been good at holding his Mama's enemas.  Now, the
cramping just hurt and the piss inside his rectum began burning a little
bit.  He clamped his hole as hard as he could around the firm flesh still
inside him.

   "That was fucking awesome," Danny gasped.  "But I don't think I can hold
it very long."

   Very long?  Danny knew he couldn't hold more than a few seconds. 
Positively couldn't make it to Brian's bathroom.  For a brief moment he
wondered if Brian even had a bathroom.  After all, they'd peed and pooped
right here in the bedroom.

   "I could feel that one real good.  You squeezed my cock real good,"
Brian whispered.  "But ain't no way you're gonna be able to hold it in.  I
couldn't the first time.  Anyways, I wanna feel you let it all go right
now."

   Brian's assurance was all Danny needed to relax his sphincter and
release the flood.  Wet warmth flowed out around Brian's cock, wet the bed,
and filled the room with the intoxicating stench of piss and shit.  Danny
giggled the entire time, reveling in the filth he and Brian were sharing.

   The two boys lay cuddling for several minutes, no words said, tons of
emotions expressed silently.

   "Guess we gotta get cleaned up," Brian said, lifting up and pulling his
now soft two inches out of Danny's rectum.  "Anyways, I wanna show you the
other surprise I got for you."

   "Another one?  Like peeing up my poop hole wasn't enough!" As a matter
of fact, Danny was glad to be moving.  Once they had finished their play
and started cuddling, the room felt chilly.  He was shivering slightly as
he stood up.  Brian wrapped an old blanket around Danny's shoulders.

   Looking down, the little blond boy saw what a mess he was.  Poop was
smeared all over his legs and belly and there were funny looking brown
streaks on his chest where Brian had "painted" him earlier.  Brian was
almost as bad.  Soft shit covered his lower abdomen and his flaccid cock.
There were even some streaks of brown on his face and around his mouth.

   "Yucko.  We're a mess.  How you going to clean it up?" Danny asked.

   "No problem.  I'll throw the shitty bed stuff in the washer and we'll
take a nice warm shower together.  Unless you're too shy to shower with
me."

   "No way.  That sounds fun.  What about the other surprise?"

   "You'll see.  Come with me." Brian stripped his bed of the filthy, shit
and piss smeared sheet, revealing a plastic mattress pad beneath.  Danny
turned away, a little embarrassed that his older friend was a bed wetter.

   "Hey, it ain't what you think.  I don't wet the bed.  Least not by
accident.  But my dad and his buddies like this type of play.  Piss and
shit stuff.  So we keep it on my bed for that.  And sometimes if I'm lazy I
just wet anyways."

   He gathered all the dirty bed clothes carefully into a bundle, making
sure all the filth was safely wrapped inside.  Even though it was a little
chilly outside, he open a window.  Then he sprayed air freshener and lit a
scented candle.

   "See.  We're all prepared for this shit.  Come on, follow me to the
washing machine.  Don't touch nothing.  You still got poops all over you."

   After getting the laundry started, Brian led the way to the bungalow's
small bathroom.  Once inside, Brian closed the door and turned on a small
but efficient space heater.  He took Danny by the shoulders and spun him
around to face a full length mirror.

   Danny was shocked.  Looking back from the mirror was a very small, very
skinny blond boy besmeared by shit.  Lots of it.  Everything was smeared:
his penis -- now shrunken and almost hidden.  His tight, tangerine-sized
wrinkled ball sack.  The top of his legs and all over his tummy all the way
to his belly button.  A mess of streaks on his chest where Brian had
painted him in the bedroom.  Streaks of deep brown even sullied his face.
Danny couldn't believe how filthy, nasty, disgusting he looked.

   He loved it.  He'd fantasized about having someone smear him with poop
since he was a little boy.  But now it had happened.  Not "someone" but a
big, hunky eighth grade jock.  And not poop, but shit.  Real, smelly,
stinky, soft, nastier than nasty teen boy shit.

   Brian hugged Danny and pointed at what looked like random swipes of shit
lines on the small boy's chest.

   "Kinda my surprise - part two" the redhead said.

   Since he didn't have his glasses on -- thank God, they would have been
an awful mess if he did -- Danny leaned closer.  The lines weren't random.
They were words, smeared across his chest and tummy.

   "BRIAN LUVS DANY!" the words read, carefully written backwards.

   "I don't think I spelled your name right," Brian muttered.  "I know it's
kinda weird."

   Danny spun around, dipped his finger into the shit covering his pubis
and wrote on his lover's broad, freckled chest "Danny luvs Brian." He stood
on tiptoes and kissed Brian gently.

   "I don't ever want to wash it off."

   "Yeah.  Like you're gonna go home stinking of poop with that written on
you!  You gotta wash it off."

"I know.  But every time I'm
naked and I look at myself in the mirror I'll remember it.  And every time
I take a poop!"

   The boys climbed into the small, moldy shower.  Brian turned on the
shower medium hot.  Brown water poured from their bodies.  There wasn't a
screen on the drain -- Brian's father planned well -- and brown water and
clumps of poo rinsed away.  Brian took a bar of soap and started soaping up
Danny.

   "This will take care of the smell.  And you're going to have to let me
wash your hair."

   As Brian lovingly washed Danny's bony body, the younger boy melted
against his chest.

   "Brian," he said, "you don't have to tell me.  But if you want to, I
want to hear about your dad and stuff he's done."

   Brian had dreaded this moment after he'd brought it up.  He hadn't
wanted Danny to know about the years of abuse and abasement.  But now,
having shared so much, he felt he could finally tell about it to someone he
cared for, to someone he loved.

   "Like I said, I was six.  Just turned six.  My dad came home drunk.  The
next door neighbor'd been watching me and my brother, but she was drunk,
too.  He sent her home.  He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to his
room.  Then..."